Discussion in 'RSTL Grudge Matches and Tournaments' started by Insanevillian, Nov 22, 2006.
RSTL RULES WITH tHIS WEEKS TOPICS
If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?
this gon' be hot if y'all show
A Woman's Struggle
Cherish The Love
It seems in dreams serene love scenes capture the moment
and batter that rodent called desire and shatter opponents
of love's conquest, i need to choose, to bleed and bruise
in these uneasy shoes i trample in to seek refuge
from freaks who choose who i should love, i read the news
and i refuse to fall into man's noose, their mental abuse
of my gender, cuz i've been in love since i was five
the black kid that worked to stay alive, without him im deprived
he survived my parents torture in order stay with me
he'd slave fifty hours and in two with me, gave plenty
of good vibrations, he had patience through lifes complications
with an ejaculation of imagination we over came his frustrations
BUT... his black skin paved his cave into a shallow grave
this brave slave craved freedom and wouldn't behave
he gave me love, and my parents killed him for it
they called him ••••••, but to hate? im still ignorant
I left home, alone a broken spoke open to hope
but to cope with these token blokes was a fuckin' joke
i couldnt vote, own property, or get paid decent wages
my soul rages against the machine, i had to engage it
however lifes stages grew rough and what i do sucks
a prostitute chokin' heads until they finally threw up
in my placenta they entered leaving my clit splintered
i was a winner helping men bust breakfast, lunch, and dinner
and every winter i had a new child from making the bedrock
earning an A on my sleeve for having them outta wedlock
Men had my life in a headlock but i KNEW the solution
with execution i prepared the womans FIRST revolution
I got myself together to sever the mans grip on society
anxiety coursed my flesh to end this propriety
this patriarchy that these manarchist hid in their armpits
if i could only wipe them away like they did to starving artist
our grip on this issue rested on me, cuz i planned to fight
and tonight i will make a difference, abandon fright
in my breast, they will lay me to rest but nevertheless
the stress will bless all women in distress in this mess
ill be a pest as i got dressed in THEIR clothes, this HO
and i will flow into THEIR workplace and WORK their HOES
better than them, in the coldest weather for them
while they bitched and complained, i'd never give in
until the hem from my bra popped lose showin a tit
they stared in amusement then they said, "we're ownin this bitch
this WITCH, imposed a sin against jesus, your no genius
should we all dress up as we fuck you?" they all grabbed their penis
and inserted me with diseases, bitches get stitches
"All salem witches in ditches" they screamed with bad intentions
they viciously burned me at the stake drowning all of my screams
and then dressed up in celebration, and called it halloween
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Bible, 1 Corinthians xv. 55.
I can't believe yall actually doin this.... lol
O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?
Bible, 1 Corinthians xv. 55.
Senses are hazed, convoying through messes and craze,
here trenches are graves for the defensless with haste
as scope lenses are aimed at heads, but hit legs and their waist.
I clench my grenade for any unfinished treachorous gaze
that deserves its limbs to be anulled by my bursting tin.
I smirk or grin pending on which way their turban spins.
the earth is trimmed while dilated eyes firmly squint
as blood's merged with wind throughout my humvy circlin
making gimps of sandlords as i drop shells for the shit I stand for
my grip on land war slips when a mine flips my transport
a ruthless change, being upside down feeling doom and pain
seeing pebbles on my breathing level get consumed by flames,
I became weary and mulled if I'd end up on a dreary mantel.
Hearing shrapnel cutting my skin and piercing my skull,
I was singed like some toast, lasting minutes at most
with pins in my lobes the size of liqourice ropes
You're trapped somewhere with no way out.
She starts to descend as the scalpel carves in her skin,
peels back part of it, then feels the brain throbbing within
filtering out anyone while he's chizzeling her cranium
because everybody saw her dwindeling to basic crums
sweating from the strain of not rendering her slain
while he tries helping her migrane taking metal out her brain
the skull was then placed in her ribs for nutritients
the chance of living given to this kid was 2 percent
and they left her in a coma induced by medicine
Truelly heaven sent, how it didnt confuse her head or sense
Dancers eating towels...
and some breathing clouds
that burst into flashes of a hand thats reaching out
Metallic liquid, transforms into a galaxy quick
magically it forms slits in the shapes of japanese print
resembelling a partial brain attacked by shockwaves
then dragged across bays to memories stacked with lost lanes
walking down which, I can only stare at my shoes
each one being a landmine thats blaring its tunes
The scariest view is that the clouds are fairly amused
as they laugh to death and explode...carrying blues
that black out....
I Back out
to my Dad House..
But It gets me Nowhere fast....
Wishing one of the clouds would drop a map now...
Release the tension Infront of me lights manifest from a fuzzy scene...
a mundane dream? The shock forces an untamed scream
stiches got tightened as hands clasp my head..which is lopsided
the doctor rushes out the physicians box silent
I threw down a weak punch but wanted to shout at least once
as they told me I was out for three months
but the next four I struggled with my mechanical functions
along with somatical numbness and my savage concussion
Holding my weight became a burden like a gorgeous inmate
along with anatomical gushin, life seemed horribly raped
the half skull attached to my rib is irritating, in fact
i wanna scratch it a bit but my doc wants it unscathed and intact
cuz he'll be placing it back...and I can't wait to meet this savior
with owing my life, and an attraction to his discreet behavior
it made me contemplate what to say on the day he'd operate
So i stayed silent when we met and gave the proper space
Find your happiest memoryBut when I awoke I needed neither a friend or a joke
He at my side, beaming with pride, rendering hope
to the dent on my dome, and to me as a human
Freedom renewed and..
who knows I might be seeing him too then
vote pain. outstanding verse man. i hate saying that, because iv is a vital part of the league, and it should have been like a 1 month ban or something.....a year is a bithc, lol
pains verse was just alot better. the rhyme scheme was clean, i think iv's was as well. but to be honest, i wasnt feeling his verses at all..i mean, the three parts were ambitious, but the execution was off....pain's verse was classically put together...no elements were missing. content, rhyme scheme, and basically proved a better wordsmith
PENT UP, not pain, but thanks
my bad, i got your pm today about the mix up.....yea, Pent up is who i meant, i tried to glance at the verse first, without seeing who, then went up to see which was which, so i saw P and assumed pain...
I don't think I should vote on this... the stakes are too high and Pent is crew... so I'm just to give a breakdown when the votes are coming to a close...
prelim. thoughts are, this is a good battle... 2 dope verses.
why this shit aint gettin no votes and its a banishment match?
basically iv is cool peeps and shit, but he got wrecked this time around. the verse was too simplistic, mechanics werent polished at all and the rhyme scheme was cool but off at points. the best part of the piece was the ending no pun intended, it was just the highlight of your verse when you ended it with how halloween became.
pent came to the battle like it was a real banishment battle, i aint seen pent write like this ever. the piece was more polished, better written, mechanically inclined, and just overall a better story. i was like man wtf is this nigguh talking about til i read an article that showed this same type of shit where they place pieces of skull in the ribs. the ending was kind of wack, thats the only thing iv had better was the ending.
vote - pent
you guys want me to vote on this? lemme know
I'm not voting because my opinion would clearly be assumed biased.... 2 votes though.. oh well.
After you lose IV, does that mean you can't or won't be Mod anymore? That would be tragic, we still need your help
understood dic, but what's wrong with all the other emo thugs who talk all this shit, but when it comes down to a banishment match, they scared to vote. Pussies.
the last words in my post are..
"Dont forget, if you cant participate in the RSTL
you can't mod it"
THE FOLLOWING POST YOUR FIRST WORDS ARE
"OK... it's on..."
lol... it's easy to act hard online when nothing's at stake. but anyway, Pent wins. IV will be hiding under an unknown alias for a year.
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