WEST: 6. Pent up and SteveThaGreat -VS- 7. UFO and Brit Boi -V- 1. D.I.C. and Ribo
This is a discussion on WEST: 6. Pent up and SteveThaGreat -VS- 7. UFO and Brit Boi -V- 1. D.I.C. and Ribo within the RSTL Grudge Matches and Tournaments forums, part of the RapMusic's Storytelling League category; The Standard League Rules will be Enforced in the Tag Tournament Due Dates VERSES DUE: Friday 12:00am PST/3:00am EST Verses ...
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08-21-2006, 08:20 PM
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Hello
 
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WEST: 6. Pent up and SteveThaGreat -VS- 7. UFO and Brit Boi -V- 1. D.I.C. and Ribo
 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 Votes posted after the deadline will not count! [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] Voting:[list][*]If you do not show you can still vote and post the links in your match to receive full voting points. In addition, if you do not show, yet vote on at least 4 matches (Or, every match available, should there be less than 4 matches to vote on) you will remain in the league. [*]Votes must be hidden! To hide a vote, first thing you type in your reply is a bracket “[“, the word “hide” and end bracket “]”. The last thing you type in your reply is a bracket “[“, a backslash “/”, the word “hide” and end bracket “]”. Unhidden votes will not count towards the match or towards your vote requirements. [*]No second chance votes! If your vote has been edited, even it was only to hide it, your vote will not count towards the match or towards your vote requirements. [*]No bias votes! If you have a personal investment in wanting someone to lose, whether because that member voted against you once, or you just don’t like that person, whatever the reason, do not vote in the match. If have a personal investment in wanting someone to win, whether because they’re crew member, or because you want to face that person in the next week’s brackets, whatever the reason, do not vote in the match. [*]”Bias” must be confirmed by a Moderator. [*]If there is a match which you will not be able to vote on, due to “Bias” of any type, state so within your match prior to Verses Due Deadline. If this reduces the number of matches available for you to vote on to the point where you are unable to vote on at least 4 matches, the point scale will be adjusted according to how many matches you do vote on. [*]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] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. ___________________________________ _________________________________ 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 Last edited by TaLi RodrigueZ; 08-26-2006 at 04:06 PM. |
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08-26-2006, 03:49 AM
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I DONT BELIEVE IN ALIENS!
Join Date: Aug 1999
Location: Oceanside CA USA
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 The Boom Box and B Boy By: Brit Boi Gee & U.F.O. the Phoenix I am the rhythm of the dance, the urban snare fox, I’m the boy’s foundation he stands on as he pop-locks, Inside me I am the guide, the beat, the vibe, I bring the boy back to life like an electric slide I’m the first voice of the youth; I’m like hip-hop's chorus Even if the ballads turn black, then my music will mourn us. In the streets, we stand in the heat while they gazing, At my partner busting moves on the pavement Awe struck, dumbfounded at the sight of block-hop, He using the fifth element, I’m like his stop clock. He dances without an edge, the music keeps him humble as the calico of the clothes brighten up the bundle of faces that gather around bringing life to hip-hop I’m just the DJ in the corner making the beat drop The atmospheres electric, the scene is projected on the people moving toward something truly eclectic the magnificent prolific, sounds of the monolithic boom box pumping out loud beats and lyrics Drowning out cynics, with symbols and bass, I’m the transistor, the concertino, and the driving pace I’m the thud, the scratching, the voice of a race the creativity, the individuality, the time the space that he moves in, but we occupy the same chamber, You could say I’m more than just his cd changer. I am the breaker of gravity controlling The universe within my shoes, no stranger To the solar system as I mimic its tools Son in the middle under the moon You don’t know my wisdom Death defying and petrifying all my victims Twitching to the kick drums With paroxysmal warm ups Until I get crunk to the music Then jump into the circle and go nuts Spirit catches the beat as I leave my feet Away from concrete certainty And spin my legs in organized confusion On the card board Provided as safety’s illusion Letting my head roll along with Unplanned cartwheels To make the crowd go “oooh!!!” With my stop freeze and start skills Commanding all attention to the middle With more flavors then basket robins and skittles Combine; see my combos are beyond ill Bystanders get dizzy from this Human windmill Guaranteed to send chills down the spine Of all observers So come prepare to witness a controlled Tornado And Katrina’s just the name of my X girlfriend So you know I raise hell But this ain’t new Orleans It’s a block party omen Street jam performing A rock steady vet where the brave dwell Wearing no gang cloths But throwing up sets Writing invisible graffiti With urban sign language I’m type dangerous In the center of the circle Rotating off my axis Like the earth on steroids I do the electric puppet No strings attached Just an imagination untapped I’m a B boy Stand back When I dance Matrix running man Robot funny pants Pulse in and out my stance With everybody’s hands in the air Giving me praise in advance With a cadence chant Til every sentence collapse And all column breaks Poetry in motion, can’t wait Napoleon Dynamite meets Harlem shake cabbage-patch cali bounce Tongue tilted out the mouth Arms cross saying what!!!!! Respect the dance moves!!!!! Mad faith in yourself Is all it takes, calm face Fancy footwork toe jam Labor Day Into the crowd silent proud moonwalk fade away …………. Last edited by UFO the Phoenix; 08-26-2006 at 04:02 AM. |
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08-26-2006, 04:04 PM
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Washed Up Rapper...
Join Date: Apr 2002
Location: Syracuse, NY
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The Devil Inside (Ribo)
 The depths of hell where death and treason lie from the bleeding skies you might see a phoenix rise grip the demon's scythe takin lives, no reason why the heathen legion rides across the seas depleting tides drift from hell to earth in the time it takes to bleed a grave is a tool made for a fool to find his way to me i diminished the plight of edan, fuck livin a life of freedom envision the rats till you feel like the women and mice are breedin evil thoughts baffle ya brain keep you in shackles and chain's use a sword - remove ya core till only a rotten apple remains widowed damsel's read pleas, as I swam the dead seas I'd create a hole to take his soul, so his family's debt free providing drugs and alcohol, make it hard to stay sober, so when you see the light no need to fight - darkness takes over live within a nest of lies - an infested life source step aside my pet's abide or become a petrified corpse ill scratch your bleeding sores - make you eat a mortar just to keep the order so you people see a scene of horror reachin for a creaky door you feel the creepy aura of the greedy hordes of demon lords that deeply seek supporters you were born for evil, supporting wars that torture people the slightest ambition to die for religion but your source is feeble malevolent cries pots call themselves black pushing kettles aside I set them free with chemistry turning Dr Jekyl's to Hydes arguments settled with lies, poor families try to embezzle a prize met with demise - I'll keep lurkin.. each person has the devil inside (Dic)  Diseases are spread by me in my head... soon I think it, they're dead Infecting the meager and send in the Reaper to put people to rest Acids eating their flesh as sewage retreats through their breath Until they stop breathing and drop leaving pieces of mess These scenes have been set across every home on the planet From mad cow's causing cancers to insects that roam and cause damage Roaches expanded from my advancement in the toxins I make Evolution bring resolutions for my tropical wastes Death is an obvious fate, but the torture's my pleasure Erupting through pipes, running with mice that love fucking up treasures My precious vermon are fed to serpants to breed evil in snakes, But they love the taste of meaty pets and humans that eat all their days Feeding their face and passion out asleep, obesity's fate When they awake, there's several poisonous bites through teeth of my mates They're my favorite to bring the sicknesses, infiltrating you're infant kids With wickedness, corrupting the well hearted lives of innocence Kindness diminishes as blemishes go from benign to malignant strips Eyes roll back in their tents with the entrances of DEATH sentences Extinctions will follow as the righteous turn into demon apostles Plagues are maid in hateful space to give my dreaming a throddle Wishes are granted, but this geenie doesn't sleep in a bottle I'm the boogie man, candyman and other things that are hostile Leave your existence behind as I sit and rip through your mind Reconstructing your DNA as you bleed from inside Peace is declined so welcome to the fortress of hell This is more than atale, it's where your future is forced to be jailed |
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