Championship: 1. Adderall XR 30 6-1 VS 2. Pent Up 36-13 VS 3. Sacrifice 3-0

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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: http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread.php?t=10085818

[SacriFICE]

Checking in:

Votes:
http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusics-storytelling-league/1008911-14-blackwell-1-1-vs-15-mr-mynd-8-2-a.html#post14035098
http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusics-storytelling-league/1008908-8-flor-3-3-vs-9-vern-acular-99-20-a.html#post14035124
10. Opera toonist 4-2 VS 11. Gotlife? 29-15
http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusics-storytelling-league/1008907-6-mr-mister-1-0-vs-7-shrug-1-0-a.html#post14039728
16. Heinous 1-0 VS 17. -13- 0-0

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[SacriFICE]

Human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives.
-William James

A simple letter;

To whom it may surpass,
A word's wrath, trickles through the filter,
exerts brash emotions and turns mad to overtly
focusing on, the openly raw prose, lonely and drawn.
Mentally vivid, images rotate, mimic and live in
their own state, pivot and glisten on their own page.
Their own line, a road sign: mentioning descension
and most times it listens and goes on,
and inches become a few more minutes,
a few more linear destinies atrophy.
Ending in disaster or passively; but it has to be

A simple letter;

To whom it may strike fear,
Either it's quite clear,
or the meanings descending just like tears,
and mending the light years it travels to slice ears,
in battle with ideas, depending the times here,
And now, presently fighting, never deciding,
forever colliding with every letter beside it.
Infinite division and reconstruction, in minutes
it's seen deduction and given new properties.
Properly brought between obnoxious and often weak
criticisms, by citizens who lack the quality
therefore considered... honestly: obsolete.
But it's not complete. Each philosophy,
even if determined to be moderate and diluted.
The problem is given life, and many will write to it

A simple letter;

To whom it seems to penetrate,
descending and tends to break
a perpetual population of mental featherweights.
Maybe they should listen closer, or read between
the letters, syllable connections and squeaky clean metaphors.
It seems to be an endless war, never-ending gore,
Swords inscribed with borderline disordered minds,
Rosetta-like cryptic, embroidered fine, and stored in time.
It's sort've like they're forced to buy, but are short a dime.
Or like a reported crime, but they destroyed the evidence,
and now the victims in a boarded pine box: avoiding vengeance.
And no one can serve the sentences
Exerted aggression, emotional neglectedness.
Brash explosions of shredded skin and pestilence that spreads within

Such a complex concoction
of thoughts for the thoughtless
but really quite obvious for alot of us...
I'm not to trust, many I read because they grind to dust,
perfection in message and pretend that it relies on us.
Defining us, like dollars-but, paying for "In God We Trust."
So I die for unjust, causes due to your ignorance.
Clawing through your finished scripts
and witnessing the reason that art is dying slowly.
Trying, hoping you might just show me, despite the glowing
patheticness of our time of growing...
I can write and flow these rhymes and not only
Will you appreciate the writing's genius,
You'll see that the art's enemy is yourself
and you might compete and climb and find the peak
Of your ignorance, and might defeat it...
So I write...

A simple letter;

To whom it may concern.
Will you ever learn?

Sincerely yours,
Every verse you've ever heard.

[Adderall XR 30]

"The absence of flaw in beauty is itself a flaw."

Well then I guess that makes me beautiful...

Hello and welcome
To the “TaLi has to bitch about something show.”
20 years of education and I'm nothing but fucking broke.
At least I gave up sucking in smoke three years and a half ago
And landed in a position where,
For a living, I don't even have to flow.
So in that sense,
I can't complain too terribly much
Except the road has been so scary and rough
That on some days
I feel like I'm barely in touch with myself
Let alone the world around me.
All of my senses drown me
When I'm surrounded by the resounding pounding
That self-doubt brings to the table...

Constantly reaching for labels
That I feel like I need to be stable.
I've lacked such a thing ever since I began sleeping in cradles.
Even before my grandma began reading me fables,
I had a fatalistic view towards life.
Every day and night was a huge sword fight
Between shrewd instincts.
Other's overly relied upon judgments
And my own crude foresight.

If I’d known back then what might have become
I might have begun to nurture my battered inner child
Before it became so silent and numb...

I don't really blame anyone.
I mean what do you tell a toddler
Whose father has abandoned his only son?
Tell a 5th grader that he should leave the folks that stress him
When every bit of his self-esteem freely swings from their acceptance.
Relay to a teenager that selling drugs is bad,
When by doing so,
His cousin grabbed 3 cars and the plushest pad.
Or telling a 20 year old that he doesn't get out enough
When every time he does,
You say he's hanging out with the wrong crowd and such.

I can't begin to count the contradictions I've experienced.
It's sad, because a lot of folks don’t get me;
It drives them delirious that they can't read me
As easily as these other measly robots.
It's a tough pill, but if you wanna’ meet me
Then TOMA (here)...

If you believe that,
‘The less one’s ability, the more one’s conceit.
Well then invert that quotation and you’ll have me.
A sad being who judges himself solely by his accomplishments
And even then,
Barely believes that he deserves all the applause he gets.
Yet, if I fail, I feel the same way and it gets to me.
I never learned
That "some defeats are more triumphant than victories"
So I've endured way more pain than just my body felt.
Subject me to the intense rays of a see-through bullshit lantern
And I'd probably melt.
Better yet,
Imagine a young boy oddly dealt
With massive glasses, big feet,
And a waist wrapped with a shoddy karate belt.
A yellowish hue
He'll say it's black as can be,
Cause' when he talks about himself his words tend to smack of deceit.
Yeah, that is me.
I make no bones about it.
I can't control my ADHD, and thus my home is crowded
With an amount of clutter that would astound the proudest mother.
Mention cleaning it up and you might hear the loudest mutter.
Coupled with a sulking gesture and an extremely deep sigh.
Shuttering, just before I let out a brief cry...

Damn...

I’ve already said too much...
If I go any further than this...
I might have to kill you...

For real dude...

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Massive strain caused elizabeth to channel change
hands would shake, as her husband lay by the mantel place,
grandeur chased out via liqoured smell and damaged face
wrath and hate fumed from every breath that beth had to waste
evaluating how his drinking makes it so she has to hate him
he lacks the agents of discipline, so she slaps and breaks him
throws chairs and plates in blacked out flares of hate
prepared to wait, Tom lays in his corner while she's staring straight
into the cable box, knowing he's deathly afraid to walk
from the banging hot sugar momma thats got him under chains and locks
until sunrise when she lightens up and spills some smiles
Tom's killed inside while her love marks remain grilled and bright,
unnoticed and unimportant to his huns focus
THE ONE CLOSEST makes him feel numb, so pissed
and like a damn riffraff; thats when he steps up so they can chit chat

"Hey, um, bitch ass, stop beating me before u break and switch back"[16]

"I'm tired of you, you didnt pay for this rack, you desire a brew
you think its dire to you, and if you say its not, you're a liar then too"

"Maybe so, but at least I dont live with a shady soul
baby, you'll regret the day I strike that crazy road!
Love isn't bought, and what I thought we had you shoved and you fought
fuck all you've bought, a napsack of food and I'll be gone for a walk"

shocked with doubt she began to rebuttle but stopped mid shout
"walking now isn't the answers, I'm sorry lets talk this out"
they made their way to and on the couch to relate and trade
the traits they hate of their counterpart so the shame would fade
the TV's glowing tint would light when she sat on the remote a bit
and she notices the ad for an adopt an ethopian
which she thinks will fill the links of a marriage on tilting brinks
because tom cant get milked for kids, which turns him a filthy pink
So he agrees, more so he pleads for a towel while she throws in the keys
as flowing sweat beads dry up when they end their own sickened grief[16]

pardoned acts from a marriage left the drama patched
as garbage bags full of pen pal letters garnish laughs
and hardened grasps of a love that was sharp at last
which fawned a path where their bloodlines would start to match
and even though sometimes tom would bask in tequila's hold
she'd see him stoned and pass it off until one evenings glow
where HE wilded and she fought back to sterelize it
tempers fly with household items as they fret by violence
and their relationship is once again a debateful myth
She's hating him, throwing punches as if she seeks faith in it
then she props a knife that opens letters, attached to their adopted child
which softens wild and excruciatingly lofted fights..
glued by tears in a curled ball like they do each year
"you know dear" escapes a thought "we should persue whats near,
my fantasies are deep, lets adopt our penpal to make the family complete"
his stamina was weak so to avoid fighting while hes famished, he agrees[16]

They decide to fly there, with no element of their childs surprise spared
and arrive to night air, awaiting a dawn to strike this ripe pair
to show him growth and nutrition while getting him going forth
that lonely oaf they plan to blossom into someone they closely dote
beyond civilization laid plains with a village just waitin
they stayed vigil while racing through acres to find their little temptation
longing to feel him, ready to buy or even to steal him
one in a million kids and they see him at a faucet by a pavilion
running opened arm, hoping God will once invoke their charm
with a lowered jaw the kid slowly draws back with imposed alarm
getting close to him and asking why he runs from his future folks so quick
he says hes never known of them, and they realized they were hoaxed to spend
cash on a placebo, it was more like counseling for flawed people
the hurt had sawn deep though, but they learned what brought evil
also prepared them for tricks, this episode brought the rarest of bliss
though they didnt get the flair of a kid they gained a marriage thats fixed[64]

Human beings, by changing the inner attitudes of their minds, can change the outer aspects of their lives.
William James

[Adderall XR 30]

Votes

8. FloR 3-3 VS 9. Vern Acular 99-20*
10. Opera toonist 4-2 VS 11. Gotlife? 29-15
16. Heinous 1-0 VS 17. -13- 0-0
6. Mr. Mister 1-0 VS 7. Shrug 1-0
Contenders: 4. TheReturn 2-0 VS5. Thaumaturge 11-0

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[Pent uP]

WOOO

Sacrifice is 4-0, with the title, and signed out

Pent uP is 36-14 and hates you all

Adderall is a drug addict, and has no life, at 6-2

just kidding, kind of