Contenders: 4. Pent Up 35-13 VS 5. Sacrifice 2-0 VS 6. Gotlife? 29-14

Pent uP · 09-05-2006, 06:09 PM

RSTL RULES AND REGULATIONS

RULES AND REGULATIONS - THERE'S SOME NEW SHIT SO CLICK AND READ

The Standard League Rules will still be Enforced

Due Dates

VERSES DUE: Saturday, 11:59PM PST/2:59AM EST
Verses posted after the deadline will not count!

VOTES DUE Monday, 11:59PM PST/2:59 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.
[*]RECYCLING IS NOT STRICTLY PROHIBITED. You may not use any verse that you have previously used within the league at any time. Whether it was a no show, tournament verse recycled for the league or visa versa or any verse that have ever been used within the league perimeters.
[*]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]

Topics: League ranks/Tag Tourny Ranks/Topics ALL IN ONE

SacriFICE · 09-06-2006, 07:10 AM

I'm in... good luck fellers.

Votes:
[1]http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread.php?t=1007450
[2]http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread.php?t=1007452
[3]http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread.php?t=1007445 (champ match)
[4]http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread.php?p=14016755
[5]

http://www.myspace.com/sacrifice

SacriFICE · 09-07-2006, 01:37 PM

Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
Scott Adams

My town, where the sky drowns any thought of pride
Walking by, all the time, I saw the signs, they caught my eye
Stalked at night, any light could be cover
I'd likely discover, an inch in the wrong direction and I might just be supper
My family, is more than fighting my brother
He was my only friend from inside of these shutters
We constantly wondered, if life could be tougher
We were the vermin, exterminated by the trifling upper (class)
These soulless citizens, controlled the city's thin-
population dominated by control and living with
-My family, scrapping for pennies and nickels
If life could ever be simple it would render me crippled.
My town, where the high ground housed unlawful business
Death in an awful minute was all tradition,
Most- lost their vision from a strong addiction
Choked- by the false descriptions from politicians
On a mission to wait for this promised image
Of paradise, or at least the basics for proper-living
My town, where we lie down to sleep
Listening from across the distance, the sound of street
-found deceit, criminals that walk around police
A minimal fight for peace
When all I needed was a simple life with my civil rights increased.
A little bite of sweet, but instead
My life, I paid the price to eat, stayed behind the creek
Where I would read, making sure my mind's complete.
But the problem was fine, they had the knowledge designed
Any knowledge that college defined was "probably lies".
They said the only knowledge was being honest to God,
Dividing the time between surviving the crime
And the constant grind of the nine to the five.
My life, trying the odds, I usually lost.
When I was a child, I chose Christ, glued to the cross.
But my whole life was abused and distraught.
Then one night I had a beautiful muse, a cumulus thought
"I love God, but I never do what I'm taught."
So I chose the option, to break from the church.
I thought I might be about to meet Satan or worse.
But after taking my first step without the chains
I set about my day refreshed around the change
My soul, after living a life cold was resurrected.
Despite old messages and Heaven's blessing,
I took control like I was never destined, a slate clean
Filled with great dreams, but when it was found out
That I was trying to break free, they would hate me.
Became barred in the basement, and out-casted.
My brother followed around masses without passion.
Knowing the truth, but he was a weak devout Catholic.
I couldn't stand that, so many minds warped
To thinking that time's short, so praying for God's force
-to help, even through selflessness is more for self...
Instead of curing the poorer health, enormous wealth.
Instead of heaven performing miracles they're touring hell.
The source of spiritual corruption, hearing the blood hit
When a thug grips up the hip and busts a gun clip.
I grew up in nothing but chaos and destruction.
It'll never end, that's why I had to get away
Had hiphop in record crates and ripped shop with pen and page.
Now everyday my memories return to the past
But I've learned to discern from the wrath
With affirmative acts, the only sermon I ask
For is heard on the tracks.

Pent uP · 09-08-2006, 02:25 AM

the bridge is repeated so I figured it was ok to go 66 lines
because technically i wrote 64 and copy and pasted 2
Im sure my opponenets have no problem with that
linkies!
Championship: 1. Atheist 42-11 VS 2. Adderall XR 30 5-1 VS 3. Opera toonisht 4-1
9. Blackwell 1-0 VS 10. Vern Acular 98-20
11. Thaumaturge 10-0 VS 12. Mr. Mynd 8-1
7. TheReturn 1-0 VS 8. Fold 1-0

Pent uP · 09-08-2006, 02:26 AM

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Ingrid Berdman

Lubricated by sweat, pounding as if they hated his bed
elevated when pelt, LUSHiously, like intoxicated by breath
or her savory scent; will praised until he felt depredated himself
moans vacated his head like a load off in condoms aimed at her legs
In a massive act, playing out an orgasmic "jack..Jack....JACK!"
as his grasp would clasp the glistening curves her backside had
Probing with stroke, wincing verbally to prevent him blowing his load
Lowly he groaned when "take this money shot to the bank" slowly followed
Going for broke he slapped the girl while expelling 'You dirty whore'
when a few spurts had soared; she grinned, voicing "thatll cost you thirty more"
'It was reactional' but arguing was pointless against the factual
"Never hit or slap at all unless you wanna end up with plastic arms"
passing with regret beause he's loving the action which he gets
back in him she's set as both pairs of lips are passionately met
strutting her mindset, keeping the tongues touchin, loving the quiet
Gums intertwined wet, another slap metronomes, stunning the wilded

"I'll Fucking CUT YOU if you dont stop the shadyness!"
through periled eyes, he replies 'I'm not afraid of death'

Payments are made alongside apologies for the lay she exchanged
great scents are sprayed and the cold shoulder answers his gravest mistake
"stay bent and fade out of my life" she aims at the statements he rained
basic complaints lead into more apologetic praise that is strained
the answer is no, phased and disdained, but the lancer has thrown
the faster she goes, the harder he follows, 'till disaster is grown
forgetting the thirty, ignoring the pain, and begging for mercy
attempting to flirt, he stalks her into a setting thats worthy
She gives him a chance, while talking he's thinking 'a smidgen at last'
he's skittish at glance but they walk together after finishing snacks
back to a room where her clothes quickly unravel like news
saddles this goon and rides until he comes like a savage monsoon
Bustin his nut and talkin, she uses her tongue to keep shuttin him up
Hunting for bucks, he comes up empty...
"you're a constant customer but,

I'll Fucking CUT YOU if you dont stop the shadyness!"
through periled eyes, he replies 'I'm not afraid of death'

He sends this plea: "Please stay the night and I'll pay eventually"
descending deep, thinking the moneys right she tends the freak
He gently meets her bossom with a drooling tongue which he treds upstream
the tempting needs of the dependants meat falls in his weekend routine
Body language fused with friction among flesh thats hardly sanctioned
Partly naked, he's awfully shaking and throws a slap so hard it parts her face lift
startled anguish overcomes her, he's struck with fear as her gaurd is jaded
Sloppy aim hits Jack in the head with a lamp as ungoldy pain rifts
Striking the spot where Jacks head meets his body while in distraught
Mildly in shock from nails piercing his skin, he's trying to talk
Filings are lodged before shes kicked away by him prying to stop
slyly she plots a jump to her purse to pick up the knife she had bought
Licking the blade, then driving it with her pissed off mindstate
sticking it straight in his liver and making a squiggly shaped J
incision this way. then kissin the shank and blood with the same precision she gave
ambigious lays, leaving the hotel to home a stiff in his grave

With an innocent face, she lifts up his waist and searches for cash
This greedy asshole has a wad of bills incerted and stashed
In folds of his suburban rich flabs, more happy that she murdered his ass
Then stole his watch, then took his clothes and burned them to ash;
Wanting him to suffer the pain even after his death
Of being embarrassed like he did to her with slaps through each step
Like it wasn't enough for her to be a tool for abuse
Through sexual means, it's respect that she fiends to consume through this fool
Enjoying every second as she regained all control
Cleaned the spermicide out her pussy and then changed all her clothes
Needing that position of power in turning him victum from coward
Changing the roles, exchanging blows and not submissive, she towers
From an indignant ass flower, she's grown out of the prison she's scoured
And into a shower, although in blood, she'll be distilled in an hour

I'm not afraid of death, but dying scares the hell out of me.
Jack Cleary

Got Life? · 09-09-2006, 05:51 PM

I sat back thinking, "What is it about a full moon?",
As I fell deeper into swoon, hoping death comes soon,
You see my life of zest & zeal, of having sex appeal,
Turned out to be surreal, indeed my achilles' heel,
Is the lust or moreso thirst as I yearned to burst,
Head first, as if rehearsed, and be her very first,
To lay claim to her, never letting anyone deter,
Me from taking her cherry as a queen to my lucifer...

"John wake up"
"Huh everything seems a blur."
"Well maybe you should stop drinking sir."
"Bitch moan, Bitch Moan, You're being a nag."
"John, don't forget your bag."

That back there's my brother who set out to smother,
Every gripe I've held, since the death of our mother,
Regardless of which I still reside within a gory side,
Allowing the shock to subside of seeing people fried,
Indeed it seemed I'd salivate as I went to accumulate,
Crime scene evidence, from those that met a gory fate,
And whenever it was a nubile girl who they lacerated,
I'd pop tranq after tranq to keep my bulge sedated,
See I got off on the shit,
I didn't need my badge confiscated,
It was torture to though, cause my mind was bated,
By gaping girls, left raped, their curls,
Still intact, their face caked in pearls,
Well not exactly pearls, but you know what I mean,
Call me sick, but blood and semen is quite the cuisine...

I kept these desires within the confines of my mind,
After all as a cop, i'm here for the good of mankind,
But work today seemed like it was going to drag along,
Low and behold...never before had I been so wrong.

"John, that bastard is at it again."
The words striking me out of my moment of zen,
I knew right there and right then,
That another girl fell victim to the myspace comedian,
You see this freak had been at this for weeks,
Kidnapping girls by using romantic, comedic techniques,
Playing games with their innocent heads,
Until one night, they're gone from their beds,
No body, no sign of struggle, it seems perfect,
I've seen the pictures, they're all worth it.

"John did you hear me, he left a clue for you."
I grabbed it, giving the others a quick adieu,
I never even read it...

Everything just seemed to click,
It seemed like the clock didn't tick,
Indeed time froze as I arrived at the door,
Oh the splendor, the gore, the bloody decor,
It was perfect, and there tapping his foot,
Looking at me like what took you so long,
Was my beloved brother,
He truly knew me like no other...

"I brought them here for you to enjoy,
I know you desire a virgin to search and deploy,
Your seed into her,
Watching her bleed on your dick,
So get on with it slick."

My brother truly did bring Christmas early this year,
Their bodies still warm, faces covered in fear,
I would maul them and fuck them harder than possible,
Cleaning the scene seemed improbable,
But my cannibal brother would devour flesh and bone,
Leaving our sins up to God to atone.

When love is not madness, it's not love.
Pedro Calderon

Got Life? · 09-10-2006, 01:52 PM