Contenders: 4. TheReturn 2-0 VS5. Thaumaturge 11-0

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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

[Thaumaturge]

In...

[TheReturn]

Respect...let's make this the battle of the week.

Votes:
1. 16. Heinous 1-0 VS 17. -13- 0-0
2. 10. Opera toonist 4-2 VS 11. Gotlife? 29-15
3. 14. Blackwell 1-1 VS 15. Mr. Mynd 8-2
4. Championship: 1. Adderall XR 30 6-1 VS 2. Pent Up 36-13 VS 3. Sacrifice 3-0

[TheReturn]

"There are some defeats more triumphant than victories."
Michel de Montaigne



In times of war, lines are crossed...
The night is long, and over the jungle trees,
The moon humbly creeps into the air, dry and hot.
Meet Ryan Locke, stuck on the front lines in Nam.
His lips are sealed to conceal his breathing, but his eyes are not.
Watching an ambush, he'd love to see these guys get shot
But he's scared to pull the trigger and reveal his hiding spot.
So he lies in shock,
Hearing the sound of bullets fly from behind his rock
And then silence...until the death cries erupt.


Standing with rifles up, high above their beaten heads
While bringing knees to chest, these soldiers are bleeding sweat.
It's bootcamp, and each one is needing rest.
Anything to keep their minds off these screaming vets
Shouting obscenities, racial slurs, you wouldn't believe the rest.
Ryan looked at his friend, a local hopeless named Steve Durress.
Once a fiend, at best...but he's fearless, and now he leads cadets.
Demands that he receive respect,
Telling Ryan stories of sorrow about the streets and sex.
They started as bunkmates, but Steve was quick to rise
Impressing the drill sergeants with his wit and pride.
Cause it was live to shine, or quit and just wish to die
But Steve was a soldier,
So he kept his fears hidden in a thick disguise.


A richochet off the rock throws Ryan right back to present day.
Guns are gettin sprayed,
And nearby, the ground detonates from hand grenades.
He looks around and sees a scream on a peasant's face,
But closer inspection makes him see Steve Duress's case.
And Ryan knew it'd be hours before he could get a medic's aid
So he had to get away,
Had to get to Steve in time before ambushers wrecked the place
Knew he needed to find his friend's pulse and check the pace,
But he was scared to move, and his heart began to race...


Flash back to boot camp, doing pushups in a pit of mud.
Steve was the fittest one,
He'd seen soldiers drown when their muslces had given up.
With each repitition, he felt the puddles on his lips and tongue
It was easy to choke, because the hard part was gettin' up.
On his left was Ryan, struggling, trying to finish tough.
The sergeant didn't give a fuck,
He was busy preaching, giving a speech about living rough.
Started out by saying that "Bad times are quick to come,
You gotta swallow 'em hard, get your gun and call out the shots."
Then he let out a walloping cough, ending his speech with
"Bravery is leading, whether others follow or not."


Dragging through the dense foilage, Ryan knew disaster was near
As he approached his bloodied friend who was gaspin' for air.
Steve's ribs were cracked, and crimson red matted his hair.
Trapped in a stare,
All Ryan could think about was this poor bastard's despair,
Ripping off Steve's jacket, examining the gash that was there
While Steve looked at his friend blankly, no life in his eyes.
And took Ryan's hand, pulling it to the knife at his side.
Ryan tried not to cry,
Thought about Steve, unable to give his wife a goodbye.
But he turned his head, plunged the blade right on inside.
And with Steve's courage, now Ryan had a reason to die,
Fighting for his country, or at least he would try.

He put Steve out of his misery...

Ryan knew trouble was creeping.
A tear tumbled his cheek, as...through the struggle and weeping,
He watched Steve's fingers touch his forehead
Forcing a half salute, that held double the meaning...



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[Thaumaturge]

Staten Island, September 17, 2006....

The story unfolds as told in a shamed and gritty state,
A 14 year old, he goes by the name of Jimmy Banks.
Born to a hoe, and grown in the lanes of city gate,
where murder's the code, and so is the game of give and take.
The streets is more than he knows, but in his gut he's demandin it,
Wantin companionship, struck wit the hunt under judgement of Anubis.
Wasn't attached to it, but claimed he was sligh,,
Would hang with gangs on the sides wit knives gracin a face full of lies.
Some say he's missin the passion, won't pay wit his life..a wanksta pitchin a fashion,
Basically scribed, he didn't fit in like asian dicks in a magnum.
Most prized posession a journal, inside lied an aggressive inferno,
Symmetrical circles contrasted on canvas hide's unidentical torso.
Had a girl that loved him for him, But she was all he could get,
Would call her a trick, tryna portray the curved ways of ballers and pimps.
Skeleton trembled, stayin wit doped relatives, shells that he slept through,
He wasn't born...He died and this is the hell he was sent to.

From 7 to 12 noon, he would stroll the block askin strangers for dough,
Sackin tailors for clothes, when an older heart passed his way in some gold.
A folded cloth masked his face from patrol,
See, he had watched Jim from the side and seen his will to survive with kill in his eyes.
Grabbed his shoulder on a trashed sidewalk next to the pawn shop,
Energetically entered a long talk on spot sellin him strong thoughts.
Tellin a longshot tale that his hailed forever was on top,
However the plot caught chills in the build of Jim and his conned heart.
They went to the car park, The man proclaimed himself as Chucky,
He offered a way to help with money knowin J.B.'s paper shelf was crummy.
Gave him the page and cell of honeys, he felt included finally..
Privately writin his diary from a mind of seige his eyes can't see.
Jottin all of the hideouts and sell points along with where and how,
Wasn't scared of rounds, but when bullets flew he'd steer clear like transparent cows.
A murderous carnivore, Jim nodded his head to words that he hardly heard,
Observin the art of war, servin as servant but it would be more tha he bargained for...

Acceptin the offer, He progressed to the next best in their charter,
Impressin the father with no question or guess~ pressed of the events that wuld follow.
Breathless and hollow, but that was still better than incessant depression and sorrows,
Said he's ready for semis and autos, Ride to die...the hell with tomorrow.
But that wasn't his brain thinkin, drugged with false love from the gang patrons,
Took over one of their main aces makin his girl's company painstakin.
They used to have tons of fun as she'd love to hug and then hold him,
But now his job abbreviated her worth, and turned his number one into No.1.
Now only loved him for who he was, actin stupid dumb,
many walk death but few can run, Jim got a call to do some crumbs.
He jumped excited, the night was silent as he met fam at the fire hydrant,
By and by it became a violent climate with red wine of Dionysus.
Should've just stayed schooled, now tied invested to crooks and that 8 tool,
Lookin sedate through a blind reflection of empathized connections he couldn't relate to.
Hooked on the gang view, the addiction overtook an escape route,
Pushin his way through, When crew rolled up wit pussy he payed dues.

Suddenly shook, he became confused, But hopped in the Lac anyways,
Propped in the back, said his prayers...locked on mark in the grass, heavy rain..
Robbin his stash- petty change, Realising their mistake too late,
Face to face, They noticed the imprint on the man's neck as H2H.
His mob was Big Time, they were just rats on the floor,
They dashed for the doors, suddenly bombrushed by a massacre storm.
Blastin their 4's, Chucky threw the kid down to head for the driver's seat,
Clenchin the diary, J.B. saw his entire crew catch lead as the tires screeched.
Chucky had left em to die this week, Jim saw the ultimate deception,
A mirage of gold and glit respect when it was only a lonely twist of lessons..
But what he saw next hurt him inside~ the most, his ghost internally fried,
Cus just beyond the post-mortum colline he saw their don hold his girl on his side.
Approached the curb that he lied, the clanhead was holdin the G-9,
Without a moment to freeze time, cold below the road and the street signs.

They asked Jim "Any last words?", his frame was mortal, with thoughts of grudges...
He replied with a "no"....and layed his journal across his stomach

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[Thaumaturge]

Thanks for the honest votes guys. "sarcasm"

[Got Life?]

aye...thau...eat a dick...go listen to my music...if I sound like some english prep school boy being forced at gunpoint to write hip hop then i'll sign out...but when you realize I can spit the shit I write and you're just a tool then you can come speak to me....

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[Pent uP]

its a TIE you biased bitches!

ITS A TIE! REMATCH BITCHES