Tourmented Souls (Big Collab)

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long drop.... 5 verses.... som of my peeps from other sites... hope yall enjoy.... (im Luna)


Luna (Fade)
All cut up and torn like lawns.. but that wasnt the plot...
Why do we gotta be useless pawns.. used and abused alot...
Tourmented out of our mind.. trapped ina brigade of fire...
Souls with hatered combind.. but this was not our disire...

L-4-H
You know how life can be hard it's stuck and full of pain /
feelin dry like those summer days stuck without no rain /
there is no gain, no plus or no way of simply livin /
it's taken sold to the devil and the soul feels mistaken /
it's waitin, for the return of it's concense /
but that was thrown out the window after each hit of chronic /
it's logic, we throw our selves down the drain /
watch it twirl around like a toliet bowl shits driving me insane /
the pain, sometimes way to hard to handle /
so you grab that 9 and try to feed it to your temple /
for example, it seems that you can never pull that trigga /
its the devil who puts it to your head but God takes it ova /
it destroys ya, tears weapin down your face /
your mind is lost shit is like an orphan that's simply been misplaced /
your heart is in a race, pumpin blood expressions fill your face /
nervous like a judge handlin a case /
but wait, a prayer is spoken so GOD FEAR MY FATE /
cause im putting it in my own hands crucified to the stake /
jesus save me, that seems to be the mistake /
he's only called when were stuck between a rock and a hard place /
but wait, just please hear my last words /
there the dieing work of a child whose been damned since birth /

Luna (Fade)
All cut up and torn like lawns.. but that wasnt the plot...
Why do we gotta be useless pawns.. used and abused alot...
Tourmented out of our mind.. trapped ina brigade of fire...
Souls with hatered combind.. but this was not our disire...

GaToR
my lifes all fucked up its got me in a "trap"
the only way out is to either hustle or "rap"
so i do both but still i keep gettin pulled "back"
moms cryin fathers dyin an im out sellin "crack"
its hard, wen u make that drop its like a "foriegn exchange"
but i got good at hustlin an i got it all in my "visual range"
a thugs life i guess but its time to lay this life to "rest"
stop the hustle an rap some more an try to be the "best"
get some paper an a pencil an shine up the "glock"
its ryme afta ryme they come im tryin to be like "pac"
but its all in a persons demeanor to "change"
an livin the clean life aint right it seems so "strange"
so its back to doin dirt hustlin stealin an "thievin"
a lil bad ass since foreva they been callin me a "heavin"(heathen)
i wanna do sumthin with my life but the ghetto "wont let me"
but im to strong ima do sumthin wit myself, fine "dont bet me"
an this hole i dug for myself it aint shit ima climb right "out"
work hard an get famous lik a heavywieght championship "bout"
an best believe ima make to the top of them "pop charts"
its gon be steak an lobster no more pot pies an "pop tarts"
cause i got my family behind me an they my "support"
n they gonna be wit me wen im at that fancy "resort"

Luna (Fade)
All cut up and torn like lawns.. but that wasnt the plot...
Why do we gotta be useless pawns.. used and abused alot...
Tourmented out of our mind.. trapped ina brigade of fire...
Souls with hatered combind.. but this was not our disire...

Luna (Fade)
no sleep at night, im stuck in my own pitifull pit of rage //
i cant even write, anymore then even a half of a page //
my lifes going no where, im feelin im enclosed ina cage //
raps leadin me no where, im feelin i needa dissengage //
but.. i keep coming back, its like an addiction to crack //
this pit is steep, alone i weep, an all i can see is black //
well is this hell? that where i dwell? am i in satins cell? //
he wants me to give up, NO! my SOULS NOT for SALE! //
no, i cant, an i WONT fall, im guna hold my head up tall //
i cant keep up with anything at all, and im yet to stall //
but yet i fall bac in the black pit of sorrow, faith is small //
i hate to admit it was my own call, an weakly bac i crawl //
must i be so weak? i try, nothin comes out wen i speak //
its maken me freak, in my soul theres an opened streak //
my hearts bleak, it hurts, its cryin out loud wita shriek //
my blood leak? no, it flows outa my body like in a creek //
im cursed, an it hurts, oh so bad, i fear ill never be cured //
could it be worse? yes an its jus been painfully assured //
wat will i become? wat will become of me? ill be succumb //
i told alot an yet some, but yet there is still more to come //

Luna (Fade)
All cut up and torn like lawns.. but that wasnt the plot...
Why do we gotta be useless pawns.. used and abused alot...
Tourmented out of our mind.. trapped ina brigade of fire...
Souls with hatered combind.. but this was not our disire...

InCizon
Let?s talk about my pain and struggle, as I strain in a profound bubble
As if there?s no sound but rubble, as I see slain on da ground, troubled
It?s a fiery grave for those who stumbled, as if depraved and ill desired
So the triple 6 is engraved, not humbled, like angles that kill, inspired!!
& as the enslaved were entangled and admired, as if strangled & fired
As my evils left all ya mangled and tired, as if entangled in my desire!
Cuz I?m locked in a Rhyme Asylum, cuz of crimes of fryin em, crispy
Life still tries & clips me till tipsy & cryin, then again who?ll miss me?
Fuck the devil! Who is he? A friend or an enemy, pretending to be me
As that level is kept seething and not seeing the wept ending, complete
There?s no bending on my street, cuz of vending drugs to all the meek
Most are weak & waitin on resenting plugs and will crawl in a HEAP
Why do I creep just too reap & disown my bliss as most don?t condone
But I?ll still brag & boast take a drag & toast to my own minds clone
But I have my own issues, like blown tissues, from gats that can?t act
So as a must I rant stacked to leave ya prone before my stats get racked

Luna (Fade)
All cut up and torn like lawns.. but that wasnt the plot...
Why do we gotta be useless pawns.. used and abused alot...
Tourmented out of our mind.. trapped ina brigade of fire...
Souls with hatered combind.. but this was not our disire...

Myzz Understood
aiming at the soul's neighbor, not understanding the vice and the myths,
worsening the soul's labor, left deserted after an attack is like icing the hit//
striking the pitch, it's true someone's always left out the game,
bruised lips and battered tongues, wow - speaking about the pain//
who can comprehend the bond within including the depths of the abyss as well,
soles aflame, walking on coal in pain its like there's no exit from the pits of hell//
the lips have swelled speaking from the point of view of defeat,
victory's door is closed; myzz.understood it all thats how she construe of belief//
who can understand another? it is unless they know for certain,
can never act upon it, thats why they closed the curtain//
another level and stage, i suppose your hurtin', so the flows emergin',
a story foreshadows the concrete, that means the prose is lurkin'//
suffering the morals, the credibilty ain't worth the shame and guilt,
i will never 'scape the land, i mean look at the things i built?//
even from the swings i tilt and sway to dodge from the murder of glory,
check the printed index; stayed like an open book, just to further the story//
can't lock 'em down, not for now it's never-ending, a permanent twist,
so the pain will eventually continue through 'em all through it's infinite list//
words always settle it, administering the ravaged minds as they tattle lies,
it's an emotional state, a warrior as i will never forget this battle cry//

Luna (Fade)
All cut up and torn like lawns.. but that wasnt the plot...
Why do we gotta be useless pawns.. used and abused alot...
Tourmented out of our mind.. trapped ina brigade of fire...
Souls with hatered combind.. but this was not our disire...

Pain is wat we live.... hunted my mental stress an emontional pain...
Physical abuse an reckless thoughts.... we are forever enslaved.....

[drunken jesus]

2 of the peeps were decent the rest was trash

[complexity]

i'm going to read it later, but care to elaborate on which 2?

[drunken jesus]

last 2

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2 of the peeps were decent the rest was trash

lol yeah....i couldnt make it more den 6 lines down....the last one was da best i think...but ne ways....i havent written a text in awhile......not sure if i want to either..lol

[drunken jesus]

^same here nigga haha

i only drop shit on here that i end up recording for collabs and freeverses i don't write anything strictly "for text" anymore

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2 of the peeps were decent the rest was trash

fuck u man iv read som of ur shit bitch ur shit jusa bunch of fuckin fourced rhymes....

[drunken jesus]

lol i don't force shit you assclown any respected head here will tell you that

you think just cause you write in a one syllable abab scheme your dope lmfmaomfoamoamoamoamaomaomaoamoaoa suck my dick nigga you wack simple and plain i was doing that shit back in 4th grade

step your game up assclown then drop shit this was ass juice and everybody else that replied in the thread besides you will agree with me

[complexity]

Fade...All Killah has been doing this shit for years, and years. Hmm..might not want to argue

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i dun give a fuck.... y i left in the first place.... jusa bunch of shit talkers an haters... aint got no support...

[complexity]

oh ok

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lol

[drunken jesus]

its called honesty not hating you'll never get any better if people say your trash is nice

[Viral]

its called honesty not hating you'll never get any better if people say your trash is nice

and that Ladies and Gentlemen is the HARSH reality...lol...im done