SS Battle: Ace of Aces(2-0) vs Poeta Demonio(1-0)

Poeta Demonio's Verse

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Cold eyes, filled to the brim with despise
For an enemy that resided in government
ties; children of the night that rise when they
Should have been asleep, smiling in their dreams…
But instead, we see them crying violent
Screams, dying on our TV screens, like it’s
A public show, you may see them as troubled,
But what the fuck does the public know?
Have you seen bullets tearing through chests?
Blood shot eyes way too scared to rest…
Yet you’re prepared to invest, in an inventory
of ignorance, and judge people that die out
of innocence, not knowing about peace
we HAVE a justice system, these kids ARE the police.

Fingers to triggers, yet you call them
“the poor little niggers” and suddenly figure
That you’re to good to lend a hand…
They need food, not your patronizing demands
That you land, on their heads, so don’t try
And talk about something you’ll never
Understand! It wasn’t planned, and definitely
Shouldn’t be accepted, weapons being
Strapped around the waists of kids
With a white politician acting like a racist pig
Slashing the faces of natures hatred

Homes in ruins, with fathers buried in ditches
For the sake of a higher account for ONE mans
Riches, with itches, from disease and water
Pollution, no effort involved, so they just
Abort the solution, according to the future…
There’s a place for everyone in time,
With a little love and care, these kids could
Be evidently fine, but it takes time, and
Every penny counts, not a great amount
But enough to save lives, as every useless
Product you buy? Another child dies.







Ace of Aces' Verse

-Finding Myself-

I awoke early this morning with hopes of a better season
Only to find the sun would melt those self-centered reasons
I’ve rendered this weathered treason, a point to quit work
And in attempt to find myself, I toss a coin to this search
With my head to a tail, I flip it again to my back as it falls down
Then I leave my house with a half empty glass and I walk out

It just so happens that at the last step I catch a married man
With his buried hand, take an extra glance at a “Mary-Ann”
He moves towards my step for a better of view I’m assumin’
Of this beautiful women, who I think knew he was lookin’
Though not in tune with his movement, she took the hint
And with one look at him, another key to a room to give

I just wish I had it like he did, even with a wife and 3 kids
Its more of a problem for women to find him to sleep with
He lives with secrets and does more than drift pavements
I’d do just about anything, to just get out and switch places
“Lifes a bitch ain’t it” says a homeless who was watchin’ me
Unimpressed by the irony, I smile back with a nod and leave

It just so happens that at the next block down I spot a crowd
Surrounding now, a single man who stood out and bowed
I couldn’t count the amount of people that shout or grabbed
At this model’s hands, as he took the time to sign autographs
Then on his last, he took off and ran at a full-throttle tilt
Leaving me in awe of the people that would follow still

Now I wish I had it like this guy, with unoriginal style
Just say fuck it to school, but then get rich with a smile
What a business to dial, lets get my nude body painted
Throw that into a magazine and then call me famous
Bet he gets a new chick by the day, his life is somethin’
I’m tired of mines being a mother fuckin’ dime a dozen

And then it just so happens that, before I go home again
I get stopped in my tracks, by the same old homeless man
And he says to me, “I know what you’re thinking kid,
You feel like a piece of shit, in a world so freaking big;
You’re lonely, not rich or famous, but so what if its true
Life’s a bitch son, but you’re just bein’ a bitch too”