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DiC GeTs GuLLy · 08-21-2006, 07:20 PM

The Standard League Rules will be Enforced in the Tag Tournament

Due Dates

VERSES DUE: Friday 12:00am PST/3:00am EST
Verses posted after the deadline will not count!

VOTES DUE Sunday: 12:00am PACIFIC/3:00 Midnight EST
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[list][*]Check-in (Posting in your match to show that you are aware the match exists) is encouraged but not required.
[*]Verses must incorporate at least one of the provided topics and must be at least 16 lines and must not exceed 64 lines.
[*]Anyone who does not post at least 4 rap lines, incorporating at least one of the provided topics, is considered a no-show.
[*]During check-in, you can ask your opponent to agree to a line limit (Minimum 16) and if your opponent agrees, Moderators will hold both participants to that limit.
[*]Posting between 4-15 lines is considered a “show” but will not result in a match. If you post 4-15 lines, and your opponent posts between 16-64, you will lose the match but you will remain in the league. If you post 4-15 lines, and your opponent does not show, you will “Win by no-show”.[/list]
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[*]3-ways are inevitable. In order to provide a tie-breaker in a 3-way, you are now required to indicate in what order the contestants finished (1st, 2nd, 3rd).
anyone who does not show or vote is suspended one week and must sign-in again to be inserted the following week.[/list]
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If You Don't Post A Verse, You Don't Get To Vote Unless You're An Ex Champ. Ex Champs Must Vote On A Minimum Of 4 Battles For Their Votes To Count While They're Not In The League Or Have No Showed In Their Match. If They Fail To Vote On All 4 Matches Before Due Times, None Of Their Votes Will Count.
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I Have No Problem With Crew Votes, But I'm Going To Limit Them To 2 Crew Votes Per Match Because Any More Than That Seems Severely Biased And It's Only Fair To Not Be Cluttering Your Crew Mates Match With Votes. Any More Than 2 Crew Votes And None Of The Crew Votes Will Count At All. Got To Keep Shit Fair And This Has Been An Obvious Problem Of The Past.

TOPICS: Tag Tourament Ranks, RSTL League Ranks and Topics for BOTH... ALL IN ONE

Atheist · 08-22-2006, 03:36 AM

howdy.

edit:

votes:
1. http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread...4#post13972624
2. http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread...1#post13972679
3. http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread...3#post13972713
4.

Urizen · 08-22-2006, 05:33 AM

this should be fun

Urizen · 08-25-2006, 04:53 PM

I will let my eyelids meet to let my mind speak
image so vividly weak yet my blood fills with heat
every time it flashes every other thought it thrashes
with sanity it clashes but I cant deny this
feeling of superiority over humanity
every time my memory visits this entity
of evil which is a necessity to any fatality
its burden so heavy yet filled with a beauty
only I can see every plea is made easy
if only you believe in this deity
its my religion my definition of life's mission
not a rendition of a faith placed in intermission
waiting for a prophet that will never show
but deaths mere name makes every vein in my eye socket glow
I will replace his current state as the ceo of your faith
hope fuelled by hate with a passion strong enough to devastate
any and every negativity on my dream
will meet the definition of what death means
that is why I did what I did and those events took place
the aftermath is bullshit but now I can look death proud in the face
so shrink dont ask me nothing else
I gave you my story that alone is wealth
if used proper and if not you are just like the rest
now leave me be and let me have my rest

Insanity in individuals is something rare - but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
Friedrich Nietzsche

another terrorist attack did succeed
there were no warnings to heed
on a hot summer day an Arabic man
set forth to fulfil the most gruesome plan
entered a swimming pool with two machine guns
fired one shot and when panic hits the mass runs
but only one way out ... that was past him
that alone decreased there chances of survival to slim
every shot released was aimed at head height
kids adults death came to everyone in his sight
25 dead then when his bullets ran on empty
he took out a knife screaming come get me
cut 5 people whose condition is now critical
it is yet unverified but its believed his actions were biblical
a mission from Allah ... like all Muslims are believed to do
he took the holy war upon himself but again we dont know if its true
but we believe he has ties to the jihad and had contact with Osama
too bad that this religion thrives on creating this kind of drama
we should ban all beards and towels covering heads
we should ban the Koran to avoid leaving more people dead
one religion means one opinion so they are all the same
check them 5 times before letting them enter a plane
we will not let another mistake like this come to pass
we will destroy terrorism with toxic gas
we will kill this man before he has the chance to inspire more
we will find and eradicate Osama thus decimating their core
I your president promise you this
* he retreats from the mic and whispers from his lips*
man I totally run this bitch

Atheist · 08-26-2006, 03:42 AM

Topic: Dare To Dream.

The year is 2103 AD. The world government has enslaved Earth’s population with mind control devices, making each and every person a slave to the system. The freedom of speech and the unlimited boundaries of imagination have been taken from us, except for a small band of rebels who risk their lives for the freedoms that they know exist; for the freedoms that will make us human again.

“WHERE IS HE!?”
he yelled to the crippled body on the darkened floor
as his monstrous voice echoed in the massive chest of the corridor.
“I ain’t tellin’ you shit…”
Jake meekly replied, acting like he was feeling all right,
but deep in his eyes you could sense that he was screaming inside.
Suddenly a hard fist crashed down on the stretch of his jaw,
knocking out several of his teeth. He tried suppressing a cough
but his chest was swelling and fraught
as a congestion of blood came pulsing from
his throat; he tasted the silver pang of iron on his throbbing tongue.
“I ain’t gonna ask you twice,” warned the man in the trench coat
as he finger tapped a syringe like an executioner from death row.
“You ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from me; I ain’t snitchin’, bro.”
He dug his fingernails deep in his palms, “My lips are closed.
You can’t control us forever. Soon we’ll be free from your grasp;
God, I can almost taste the freedom…”

“Well, we’ll just see about that.” (14)

* * * * * *

Jake’s corpse was a mangled beauty; it shivered wearily
as it hung from bloodied meat hooks. His flesh was gilded heavily
with deep lacerations and needle marks that fastened his skin, as
the man in the trench coat held the feet to stop the cadaver from swinging.
“You should have heard him scream,” he laughed into the phone
in the sickest of tones, while his fingertips chipped at the bones
of the corpse. “We got the info on their leader, Joseph Thompson…”
“Get him,”
the voice on the line butted in.

“Yes, sir, we’re on it.” (22)

* * * * * *

The city-centre was a hullabaloo of zombie-sodden minds,
who drooled from their mouths and had awfully hardened eyes.
These were the victims of the government’s mind control;
these zombies would never taste what their lives would likely hold.
“I will free you,” I mumbled, my chest becoming filled up with rage
seeing humans like this.
Joseph… I could swear the winds just whispered my name.
I turned and saw two men in trench coats; eyes hidden by shades,
“Nah, wrong person, pal,”
I muttered without a flinch in my face.
“You positive?”
one asked, while the other hummed to himself,
slowly flittering his trench coat open, revealing the gun in his belt.
My heart stopped; it’s ‘them’? but I couldn’t even stop to answer
cause they both removed their pieces, itching to cock their hammers.
I lunged at one; reached for the cannon attached to his hand
and pistol-whipped him, grabbed his forearm and snapped it in half.
The other tried to fire – click-click – his chamber had lodged,
so I quickly took aim, unleashed iron and gave him a face-full of shots.
His body dropped heavily; the other was lying, writhing in pain.
His arm in crescent shapes, I clutched the revolver right in his face; (40)
“WHO SENT YOU!?”
but he just smiled, his teeth wet with blood;
“Turn around, asshole! You’re dead, you fuck!”
I spun on my feet, my gaze was met by numerous silhouettes
just ten steps away; so many that they filled the breadth
of the thin alleyway. Some were zombies with no hope in their eyes
while others were them; pistols drawn, ready to dispose of my life.
I jumped for cover, panic-stricken; this isn’t how I usually feel,
so I grabbed hold of himself, and a zombie to use as a human shield.
“YOU GONNA KILL ONE OF YOUR OWN!?”
I screamed at the top of my lungs.
But they opened fire and peeled back the top of his skull.
“THEY’RE CONTROLLING YOU!”
I yelled, in hope that the zombies would listen.
But they kept rushing forward, closing in on my position.
One seized me, but I flipped and caught him in a sleeper hold,
then twisted as hard as I could, his neck dangled in lethal folds.
Suddenly two grabbed me from behind, held my arms outstretched
as another approached, pistol drawn, and riddled my frame with lead.
I kissed the asphalt, my mouth overflowing with blood,
tryna mumble freedom but the words wouldn’t let go of my tongue.
They stood over my wilting body; “You’re only freedom is death,”
then cocked the hammer…

and squeezed the cannon on the side of my head. (60)

Awedishin · 08-26-2006, 09:30 PM