R.I.P PASS ME THE BOTTLE...

Masters of Barz (vol. 3 series 6)
(Wize Monk & Shantell Cooper)

R.I.P. (Pass The Bottle)

Wize Monk Infinity
R.I.P., I'm ripped, I twist my cap back before I slip
And pour out some for my lyrical soldiers I miss
Life gets colder...I have about three or four on my list
Sometimes I go back, explore and reminisce
Remember this? Spits from Grim Reaper and Excalibur
His passing is a red circle circled on my calendar
My dude was a writer of a whole different caliber
Dropping lyrical mathematics: calculus and algebra
No challengers… Devastation Ink left us blessed in ways
No matter the topic, he expressed it in these restless days
A cool dude, but if you dissed, you would get checked and played
Now there's no one to hold up Excalibur, there's nothing left to say
See, I know this will be me one day… the thought leaves me hollow
Allen Simmons, a real friend, a brother and a writer to follow
I raise my drink, pour some out, take a swallow
I look at Shantell and then I pass her the bottle
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Shan Teazy Ledgend
I'M BOWING MY HEAD WHILE SAYIN' YO' WIZE PLEASE PASS ME THE BOTTLE,
I GOT 8 YEARS OF MEMORIES AND THEY REWINDING FULL THROTTLE...
MY PEN TOUCHED THE GLASS AS IF IT WANTED TO TAKE A SIP,
ON HOW POETRY BECAME A FOUNDATION WITH LIFE CHANGING EVENTS...
FRIENDS THAT BECAME FAMILY THROUGH WORDS AND COMMUNICATION,
MERGING "LYRICAL ASSASSINS TO CREATE INK WITH DEVASTATION...
NOW I'M TOASTING TO MY 2 FALLEN BROTHERS WHO WERE POETRY KINGS,
ALLEN WAS THE GRIM REAPER AND GERALD HELD IT DOWN WITH HIS "WINGS"...
SO MANY OTHERS WITH TALENT AND STYLE,
SO MANY OTHERS WHO LIGHT
MADE ME SMILE....
I RELAX AND REMINISCE AND BEGIN TO SCRIBE IN MY MENTAL NOVEL,
POURING MYSELF ANOTHER SHOT WHILE PASSING WIZE BACK THE BOTTLE....
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Wize Monk Infinity
Pass me the bottle back... see, I'm just trying to get tipsy
When I go, I hope, maybe some of my family and friends will miss me
I feel we're immortalized through these scripts... Do you get me?
I pour a little more out to all the friends of the past that left me
I guzzle it back...so I can get numb like novocaine
Shantell and I talk for hours hoping to let go of the pain
It's so strange, as we empty bottles, I pray this feeling will never end
And as the sun begins to rise, we celebrate the life of our fallen brethren

R.I.P.
Allen Simmons
Gerald Green