8. Hellrzah (17-14) vs. 7. Got Life? (30-16)

TaLi RodrigueZ · 09-28-2006, 10:18 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][*]You will now be required to vote in the Championship and Contender's Match. These are the two matches for every no show winner to vote on and every member of the league to vote on as well. If you don't vote in those matches, you will not advance. You will recieve a win, but your rank will not change.

Topics: Topics And Ranks For This Week

HellRzah · 09-29-2006, 09:39 AM

check...
good luck again

Got Life? · 09-29-2006, 11:06 AM

sounds cute...

HellRzah · 09-30-2006, 09:08 AM

the morning was cool
the grass still covered with dew
who would knew that hope was in the hands of few
on the horizon lances grew..an army was gathered
together for one last time because the peace was shattered
thinkin of what really mathered, men marched onto plains
armed with honorable rage, engage within enemy range
and in this dreadfull stage which brings bodies to shake
history was made and written on this most important day
standin in a disorderly way they prayed with their leader
who looked like a preacher, out of his hands he feeds 'em
they are his children, for them he is a true father
been there from day one, he makes them fight harder
and I think they rather die tonight than stay alive
without him, between life and death, The Great Divide
but they stay inspired..gathered under the holy temple
sun shines through a hole in the ceiling where they would assemble
the power needed to win, he's preachin words that'll encourage
words that brings power and make their spirits flourish
freed from all the worries he and his army are one
who could beat them, none..now a thausand men run
claimin their victory with bloodshed under the sun
the next attila the hun stood on a hill gazing
at his army raiding on enemies with strenght that's amazing
never fading..the roars, the sounds of Swords jingling
salvos of arows flew through the air, blood and sweat were mingling
weaponry blustering..the win was theirs without despair
battered and tired they went back to their mighty heir
at night they lit up flares, danced around big campfires
although tired..still celebrating in the damped shire
spirits were lifted higher, but in a horrified way
they put the heads of enemies on spears for several days
till all were decayed, rotten away and then they done
piling up all the skulls under a rising red sun
the morning had come..and they where on their way again
feared by foe and friend untill days'll end

Got Life? · 09-30-2006, 03:25 PM

He just hung there, loving the rush, feeling alive,
I stood aghast, wondering how he could survive,
With near a hundred hooks sunk into his dermis,
This service, never even left him feeling nervous,
That was Frankie, always seeking a tidal rush,
A jackass of sorts, perpetually dreaming to flush,
His system of the seeping deeds that he bleeds,
It's something he needs, he yearns and exceeds,
To not see Heather spew blood in his dreams,
Her mascara filled tears and dreadful screams.

You see Frankie and Heather were star-crossed,
You know lovers, on a road traveled by Robert Frost,
It was a road less traveled, a road of young love,
Never giving in as life would push and shove,
She was a youthful sixteen, he, a mature fifteen,
There love, obscene, but daddy was a marine,
So Frankie had to cope just to see his Queen,
Adjusting to the drama like a well oiled machine.

If you don't get why, you haven't seen Heather,
She was an alabaster angel in stormy weather,
No matter how dark, her beauty would glow,
The type of girl every guy wants to know,
Not just cause of her perfect bouncing breasts,
But because she always welcomed guests,
Not in the perverted sense like she banged a lot,
She was stupid hot, yet she never forgot,
To prioritize her love for everyone in her fam,
And sapphire eyes that made dudes say damn,
Long legs for miles, damn, the classiest chick,
In Hollywood girls like her make the flick.

Frankie wasn't a sight for sore eyes either,
Built like a marble statue cut with a cleaver,
In his own right, he was a Greek god of sorts,
The best at contact sports, but Frankie snorts,
You see he needs a fucking rush to feel alive,
Yet with every hit he needs more to thrive,
More to feel immortal again,
To write destiny with his own fucking pen,
So Frankie loves white, his alabaster beauty,
And you know Heather wasn't snooty,
She thought that Frankie just needed care,
But as Heather approached he wasn't there,
Physically there, but his petrified stare,
Gave Heather a scare, he saw her despair,

This time around, Frankie wasn't himself,
The drugs took over, proclaiming his health--
As their territory, and so here goes the story,
A youthful love turned oh so gory.

Frankie hated the core of her sympathy,
Bated by infamy, he composed a symphony,
A symphony of destruction and seduction,
That led to Heather's abduction,
Still controlled by the blow, Frankie attacked,
Heather didn't even have time to react,
Frankie's anger snapped her elegant neck,
An alabaster beauty, left a beautiful wreck,
Tears streamed from her depleting eyes,
Left in streams of black as the mascara dries,
Her lips pursed, projecting a puddle of blood,
As her last I love you, summoned a flood.

A young love, youthful in every single sense,
Has proven to suffer every single expense,
Whether it's death or betrayal to parenthood,
The youth now gone, but oh it use to be good.

"The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy."

Got Life? · 09-30-2006, 09:07 PM

votes:

1. http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread...4#post14080584
2. http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread...0#post14080660
3. http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread...1#post14080691
4. http://board.rapmusic.com/showthread...8#post14083288