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Could not amount to this
I've got a story to spit
It started off at a bar at 8
Mics set up for young studs
I glance their way as I drink away my pay cut
But I was surprised just how quick fans idolized
Each act
They came out with a passion
But these fads were just dancing on a fire
The crowd desired
The final headliner
So, in no time
I grabbed the mic
Put down a slick rhyme
We were both surprised
So they asked if I could replicate
And come again
Affirmative
Salutations til we meet again
So I wrote to it
Got to it again
Got rid of this nuisance that I was once cuing
To be doing
A new wave and phase
A new game to practice in the shade
And soon enough I started making sense
And cents became fen the fen became dense
So I moved right outta China
Past North Carolina
And back to L.A. where the smoke stacks lay (same stacks lay)
Weeks pass and stumble pon the daze
You know the story,
The name, the game, the face
One day I finished my surgery
Turn to my right in my sights see burgundy
Flames, flies
In 5 men's eyes
I
Recognized but I don't know why
As they came closer I verified their jersey
They were the fiends that expired at 30 days ago
Hey wait now hold the phone
They never showed why is it me that they want though
Perhaps it be there's no room for us dos though
Whatever be here's the fact that I know:
With their status and their presence came a message
I had to get through the back exit
Or lose my head like Texas
So
Don't even ask
I went through the back
Try to keep out of contact
Keep myself
Man just relax
But as I rounded the corner
There they were
Made our space smaller
And they had their word
Of course they tried to coerce me
Of course they maintained no mercy
Of course they talked right down to me
Talked down to me like blasphemy
They want a part of me
They want all of me
I had to find a strategy
So I knocked one in the head
Got wind in my eye
And I was gone
It was the 22nd 82nd damn street on 4th of July
I didn't feel
My position were compromised
Tonight's the night we reach that 7th heaven
With my life yeah we gotta be livin
My car could do better but the mood is right
These 4 wheels will get me going where I'm going tonight
If we leave it's in a blaze of glory
If you don't know then here's the story:
Imagine poppin in the night
After 9
It's outtasite
It should be my right
To exercise
However I like
Loading up in the back of my lemon
Just what I said behind the 7-11
Reaching for home
Get toned
Get in the zone
Grab my cell phone and I need to go
When I came home knew something
Something was wrong (Something was off?)
Back door open that I knew I had locked
I saw them in the kitchen planning
The 5 men left me back in panic (sent me back?)
They didn't see me so I attempted to exit
But hit a vase by accident and gained their attention
Coming round from all sides | They blocked the exits
But the upstairs was open
My cell phone my last hope
Moving fast like a Cadillac
I threw pictures down the steps to slow their attack
I locked the door with no sound of silence
Where the hell was my phone I can't find it
Not by my bed or wallet
Or any my pockets
No object or an option, stop
I think I got it
I ran to the drawer and I threw the drawer open
I grabbed the phone
And they tore the door open
They got me to my hands and knees
3 digits was all I needed
But their arms they had me
And with a foot against my back
A knock upon my head
And I was gone
Oh my head
Is this…
(Heaven?)
Oh no, it can’t be
But judging by the signs it seems soon it was meant to be
Putting two and two together I remembered my oppressors
Found I was in the trunk of some ride, going 80
With my hands behind my back
Tied to give me some slack
Mouth taped as well
So I couldn't object
In this
Tight space I shuffled around
To get the best position
To free me from this prison
And I kicked
Some box
In the back
With my shoe
And when the contents fell out
I instantly knew
That it's
My ride they’re driving
Fireworks I’ve been hiding
Piling
That I better stop eyeing
So
In no time made way to get apart
These sham ties it seems they never were taut
And regained
My freedom of speech
But I better not preach
They'd pull over quite swiftly
And at this speed
There's no deed, means
That could save my bo-dy
Just wait it out, let’s see, let’s play it out
By the time we reached the city they stopped cruising at mach 10
I jammed the lock open like my father did often
I stopped then
Thought then
I concocted
An option
And all but forgot them
I rolled out
Got spit out
But owed
My life
To a red light
That stopped the car behind in my sights
Now what's a man to do when he's done for the night
No payment, no tip, and not a dime for his plight
I didn't leave them some receipt I just left them a flare
Behind my locked doors we'll see how they fare
Could not amount to this
I've got a story to spit
It started off at a bar at 8
Mics set up for young studs
I glance their way as I drink away my pay cut
But I was surprised just how quick fans idolized
Each act
They came out with a passion
But these fads were just dancing on a fire
The crowd desired
The final headliner
So, in no time
I grabbed the mic
Put down a slick rhyme
We were both surprised
So they asked if I could replicate
And come again
Affirmative
Salutations til we meet again
So I wrote to it
Got to it again
Got rid of this nuisance that I was once cuing
To be doing
A new wave and phase
A new game to practice in the shade
And soon enough I started making sense
And cents became fen the fen became dense
So I moved right outta China
Past North Carolina
And back to L.A. where the smoke stacks lay (same stacks lay)
Weeks pass and stumble pon the daze
You know the story,
The name, the game, the face
One day I finished my surgery
Turn to my right in my sights see burgundy
Flames, flies
In 5 men's eyes
I
Recognized but I don't know why
As they came closer I verified their jersey
They were the fiends that expired at 30 days ago
Hey wait now hold the phone
They never showed why is it me that they want though
Perhaps it be there's no room for us dos though
Whatever be here's the fact that I know:
With their status and their presence came a message
I had to get through the back exit
Or lose my head like Texas
So
Don't even ask
I went through the back
Try to keep out of contact
Keep myself
Man just relax
But as I rounded the corner
There they were
Made our space smaller
And they had their word
Of course they tried to coerce me
Of course they maintained no mercy
Of course they talked right down to me
Talked down to me like blasphemy
They want a part of me
They want all of me
I had to find a strategy
So I knocked one in the head
Got wind in my eye
And I was gone
It was the 22nd 82nd damn street on 4th of July
I didn't feel
My position were compromised
Tonight's the night we reach that 7th heaven
With my life yeah we gotta be livin
My car could do better but the mood is right
These 4 wheels will get me going where I'm going tonight
If we leave it's in a blaze of glory
If you don't know then here's the story:
Imagine poppin in the night
After 9
It's outtasite
It should be my right
To exercise
However I like
Loading up in the back of my lemon
Just what I said behind the 7-11
Reaching for home
Get toned
Get in the zone
Grab my cell phone and I need to go
When I came home knew something
Something was wrong (Something was off?)
Back door open that I knew I had locked
I saw them in the kitchen planning
The 5 men left me back in panic (sent me back?)
They didn't see me so I attempted to exit
But hit a vase by accident and gained their attention
Coming round from all sides | They blocked the exits
But the upstairs was open
My cell phone my last hope
Moving fast like a Cadillac
I threw pictures down the steps to slow their attack
I locked the door with no sound of silence
Where the hell was my phone I can't find it
Not by my bed or wallet
Or any my pockets
No object or an option, stop
I think I got it
I ran to the drawer and I threw the drawer open
I grabbed the phone
And they tore the door open
They got me to my hands and knees
3 digits was all I needed
But their arms they had me
And with a foot against my back
A knock upon my head
And I was gone
Oh my head
Is this…
(Heaven?)
Oh no, it can’t be
But judging by the signs it seems soon it was meant to be
Putting two and two together I remembered my oppressors
Found I was in the trunk of some ride, going 80
With my hands behind my back
Tied to give me some slack
Mouth taped as well
So I couldn't object
In this
Tight space I shuffled around
To get the best position
To free me from this prison
And I kicked
Some box
In the back
With my shoe
And when the contents fell out
I instantly knew
That it's
My ride they’re driving
Fireworks I’ve been hiding
Piling
That I better stop eyeing
So
In no time made way to get apart
These sham ties it seems they never were taut
And regained
My freedom of speech
But I better not preach
They'd pull over quite swiftly
And at this speed
There's no deed, means
That could save my bo-dy
Just wait it out, let’s see, let’s play it out
By the time we reached the city they stopped cruising at mach 10
I jammed the lock open like my father did often
I stopped then
Thought then
I concocted
An option
And all but forgot them
I rolled out
Got spit out
But owed
My life
To a red light
That stopped the car behind in my sights
Now what's a man to do when he's done for the night
No payment, no tip, and not a dime for his plight
I didn't leave them some receipt I just left them a flare
Behind my locked doors we'll see how they fare
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Purely Coincidental: Chapter Seven
"I'm not going." Dylin crossed her arms over her robust chest.
"You need to." Sub-Zero could feel a migraine begin to form in his head. Why did this woman have to be so complicated?!
"A ball? To show me off like I'm some trophy wife?"
"You aren't my wife yet." Sub-Zero vigorously rubbed his temples.
"No, but I will be." Dylin droned. She sat back against her bed and looked away from Sub-Zero. "You have a lot of nerve asking me something like this."
"You don't have much of a choice."
"So then, why are you asking?" Dylin's mocking tone nearly pushed Sub-Zero over the edge. He grabbed her wrist and she quickly countered by pulling herself
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Why we are here
Humans are here for simply experiencing the beauty that is on this planet We're here to absorb all that is wonderful and amazing about this physical plane of existence there isn't some mystical being or god who told us to be here we come here all on our own to bask in the wonderfulness and pleasure of being alive
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Date: 2560/3/22
Tristan Anchor Cluster- Everest Prime- Capital: Joto Rev
Aaron fired the intruder by a foot, his shooting was definitely off, being dulled on alcohol and lack of practice did tend to do that to someone who'd been in service for the ONI for a long time. The intruder ran across to the other side of the room as he fired again, this time he sobered up on adrenaline and hit the person.
To his surprise he watched as the figure dissipated into thin air, he knew then that he was in trouble, before he could turn around he was smashed in the jaw by the armoured fist of a helldiver, he hit the
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The imagery in the second half, once the action starts, is phenomenal. Him in the trunk with fireworks goin off: that's good storytelling and I didn't expect it.
I didn't expect it because, unfortunately, the first half is weaker. While I wad reading I felt like the quality was dipping but by the end it turned out that the stanzas from 1-20 were the weakest link.
This is how you can make it better for me. You need the setup to the second half so the length is good as it is. However, I wasn't getting enough imagery or setup in general, so, you know, do that. Then, in the second half, I think you can ditch some extraneous stanzas as to make it a lot more concise.
Otherwise, what you got in the second half is golden my dude, you were right. I like "Elizabethan Queen" more though so think about what you might have done in that one that you could do here.
I didn't expect it because, unfortunately, the first half is weaker. While I wad reading I felt like the quality was dipping but by the end it turned out that the stanzas from 1-20 were the weakest link.
This is how you can make it better for me. You need the setup to the second half so the length is good as it is. However, I wasn't getting enough imagery or setup in general, so, you know, do that. Then, in the second half, I think you can ditch some extraneous stanzas as to make it a lot more concise.
Otherwise, what you got in the second half is golden my dude, you were right. I like "Elizabethan Queen" more though so think about what you might have done in that one that you could do here.