2013 GC RD.3 - M U G G Z Vs. UnCival Eyez Vs. Padded Cell (M U G G Z Wins 3-0)

[HIGHpothasis]

~THE START OF A NEW BEGINNING~


A Young Man, Tormented With The 'Struggle To Hustle'..../
The 'Tats On His Muscles' Tell The Story Of How He Came 'Bacc From The Rubble.../
His Hair Woolly, Unshaven, & His Clothes Were 'Ragged With Holes'....
Yet He Would 'Brag To The Hoes'..About All the 'Cracc That He Sold'....
The Women Would 'Sex Him For His Status'...He Drove A 'Lexus & A Stratus'...
He Didnt Care About Love, Coming Up Low On His Staccs 'Made Him The Maddest'...
He Used To Ride With The Gun 'In The Passenger Seat'...
Used To Keep 'Cash in His Sneaks' & Told No One Where He'd Be 'Stashing The Heat'...
Apparently, He Had No Parents To 'Spare Clarity'....
So His Life Most Like Resembled A Get Rich Or Die Trying 'Aired Parody'....
His Residence Was a Traphouse. The Floor Rotting and All The Windows 'Boarded Up'...
He'd Make 1000 a Day, Selling Viles Of the Yay, Then Turn Around And 'Snort it Up'....
Then One Day, While Have 'Intercourse' with One of His 'Many Whores'...
Something Warm Entered His 'Empty Core' And He Didnt Crave That Street Life 'Anymore'...
Months Later She Hit His 'Phone Jacc' Like I Dont Wanna 'Be Alone MaCc' and He Forced Out The Words [I love You] Even Though He'd Normally Never 'Condone That'...
She Held Him Down, Kept Him Drug Free, Touched His 'Heart And He Knew He Was Winning'...
So The End Of The End Became 'The Start Of a New Beginning'.....

[HIGHpothasis]

~THE START OF A NEW BEGINNING~


A Young Man, Tormented With The 'Struggle To Hustle'..../
The 'Tats On His Muscles' Tell The Story Of How He Came 'Bacc From The Rubble.../
His Hair Woolly, Unshaven, & His Clothes Were 'Ragged With Holes'....
Yet He Would 'Brag To The Hoes'..About All the 'Cracc That He Sold'....
The Women Would 'Sex Him For His Status'...He Drove A 'Lexus & A Stratus'...
He Didnt Care About Love, Coming Up Low On His Staccs 'Made Him The Maddest'...
He Used To Ride With The Gun 'In The Passenger Seat'...
Used To Keep 'Cash in His Sneaks' & Told No One Where He'd Be 'Stashing The Heat'...
Apparently, He Had No Parents To 'Spare Clarity'....
So His Life Most Like Resembled A Get Rich Or Die Trying 'Aired Parody'....
His Residence Was a Traphouse. The Floor Rotting and All The Windows 'Boarded Up'...
He'd Make 1000 a Day, Selling Viles Of the Yay, Then Turn Around And 'Snort it Up'....
Then One Day, While Have 'Intercourse' with One of His 'Many Whores'...
Something Warm Entered His 'Empty Core' And He Didnt Crave That Street Life 'Anymore'...
Months Later She Hit His 'Phone Jacc' Like I Dont Wanna 'Be Alone MaCc' and He Forced Out The Words [I love You] Even Though He'd Normally Never 'Condone That'...
She Held Him Down, Kept Him Drug Free, Touched His 'Heart And He Knew He Was Winning'...
So The End Of The End Became 'The Start Of a New Beginning'.....

[Joe MuGGz]

uck It.. I'll Pop It Off...

Topical GC Tourney Rd 3: “A Start Of A New Beginning”

I lay here old, dusty… cold, rusty.. Flow hungry.. Since Joe shunned me.. Im the soul of his Microphone.. Longing for the timeless poems he always sung me.. He rapped to me loudly all night, I was proud to be his mic.. He was hungry and driven, nothing clouding his sight.. Then one day he abandoned me, forgetting the love we behold.. Everytime he wrote a bar, I was the first one he told.. I watched battles turn to diss songs, which turned into tracks.. Tracks turned into mixtapes.. All while learning from scratch.. I never complained when he let wack catts grab me and rap.. What if some stranger grabbed your neck, and yelled.. How crappy is that? I loved when we would take a ride just to changed the back drop.. Me, Joe, & my homies Speaker and Laptop.. would recorded live cyphas right there on the back blocks.. And did a song on the spot.. if it was THAT hot.. But now Joe has a fam.. A young kid and all that noise has to scram.. From boy to man.. So getting employed was his plan. That was yrs ago.. I cried, but had to clean up my tears.. I spoke to Speaker, but he’s been sufferin a blown tweeter for yrs.. And LapTop is too old, he cant do no projects.. Until he gets his eyes checked, new OS, and medicate his virus.. This storage room is where I’m stored til doom, but my soul’s screamin for flow.. Suddenly, I hear some guys meet n greet and put the key in the door.. I hear one guy sayin he has skills just needs people to know.. “I got you” says the other guy.. Whos that speaking? I can’t believe it, it’s Joe!! He’s reaching in boxes, searching, shuffling through tools.. Everybody screaming “Grab me Grab me!’, fueled with something to prove.. Joe looks at me hanging here, sadly dangling on the wall.. He grabs me and say’s “There she is.. Here…just make a banger for me dog”.. The dude agrees.. stuffs me in his book bag and leaves.. Inside its: me, gym socks, text books and a bag of weed.. He rode a bike home and yo, dudes the truth! He spit the who way home like how MuGGz used to do.. He opened a door.. Walked down some stairs, and up a hall.. Entered a room thats full of red light and posters on the walls.. I see my old friends Speaker N Lap.. This is where they secretly sat.. They some sneaky ass catts.. But still I give em some dapp.. The boy sits down, starts reading his raps, sat me on a mic stand.. And good cus I need to relax.. He put on his headphones, cleared his throat, and plugged in my cord.. This is what I been missing.. A new beginning, and then he pressed record..



Gluck...

[Joe MuGGz]

uck It.. I'll Pop It Off...

Topical GC Tourney Rd 3: “A Start Of A New Beginning”

I lay here old, dusty… cold, rusty.. Flow hungry.. Since Joe shunned me.. Im the soul of his Microphone.. Longing for the timeless poems he always sung me.. He rapped to me loudly all night, I was proud to be his mic.. He was hungry and driven, nothing clouding his sight.. Then one day he abandoned me, forgetting the love we behold.. Everytime he wrote a bar, I was the first one he told.. I watched battles turn to diss songs, which turned into tracks.. Tracks turned into mixtapes.. All while learning from scratch.. I never complained when he let wack catts grab me and rap.. What if some stranger grabbed your neck, and yelled.. How crappy is that? I loved when we would take a ride just to changed the back drop.. Me, Joe, & my homies Speaker and Laptop.. would recorded live cyphas right there on the back blocks.. And did a song on the spot.. if it was THAT hot.. But now Joe has a fam.. A young kid and all that noise has to scram.. From boy to man.. So getting employed was his plan. That was yrs ago.. I cried, but had to clean up my tears.. I spoke to Speaker, but he’s been sufferin a blown tweeter for yrs.. And LapTop is too old, he cant do no projects.. Until he gets his eyes checked, new OS, and medicate his virus.. This storage room is where I’m stored til doom, but my soul’s screamin for flow.. Suddenly, I hear some guys meet n greet and put the key in the door.. I hear one guy sayin he has skills just needs people to know.. “I got you” says the other guy.. Whos that speaking? I can’t believe it, it’s Joe!! He’s reaching in boxes, searching, shuffling through tools.. Everybody screaming “Grab me Grab me!’, fueled with something to prove.. Joe looks at me hanging here, sadly dangling on the wall.. He grabs me and say’s “There she is.. Here…just make a banger for me dog”.. The dude agrees.. stuffs me in his book bag and leaves.. Inside its: me, gym socks, text books and a bag of weed.. He rode a bike home and yo, dudes the truth! He spit the who way home like how MuGGz used to do.. He opened a door.. Walked down some stairs, and up a hall.. Entered a room thats full of red light and posters on the walls.. I see my old friends Speaker N Lap.. This is where they secretly sat.. They some sneaky ass catts.. But still I give em some dapp.. The boy sits down, starts reading his raps, sat me on a mic stand.. And good cus I need to relax.. He put on his headphones, cleared his throat, and plugged in my cord.. This is what I been missing.. A new beginning, and then he pressed record..



Gluck...