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Second day of verses...I-BO
ITW [the irish boy]:
Verse must be 15-20 bars
This is not a battle, a poetic verse...
On the second day of verses
A woman searches for stolen purses
What's worse is, this woman
Doesn't know what hurt is
She walks around all day
With thoughts flowing thru her membrane
Her train of thought has no way of connecting
Mine, His, Hers, Their, lives all are the same
The man on the sidewalk must feel no pain
He must have choices
A place to go when it rains
I guess it was a feign
When the man was found slain
When he muttered in the gutter
It's all just a dirty game
IRISH THUG WANNABE
Maestro Minded:
yo... no disrespectin .... but I-BO dont writes poetic shit .... im not acceptin this challenge ...
if you wanna test mah skillz on a battle.. im cool with that..
peace
TimeLock:
UUUUUUM nice pic i-bo ;D
ITW [the irish boy]:
Then post a battle verse, 15 bars, and we'll have poetic vs battle
Maestro Minded:
nah .. it aint fair ... it will be to easy to win ...
lets make it like this .... ill try to write down a poetic rhyme .... but it will be my first poetic rhyme ever, so dont expect miracles ... + i dont want this to be counted in the top10-list
u down??
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