[Season One Champs] Week 39 - Week 40 Pent uP (second reign)

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  1. Tacky Jones

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    Week 39 vs Nique…
    The ascension rate of my attention made
    me investigate sexy mesh, flesh and taint.
    Sittin wet, internet spreads displayed
    before headin to bed for days of my seventh grade.
    When the daze of legs and face set astray
    I settled. Laying in a zen-like state
    and queued in chatrooms before I'd press esc -
    Which is where I found sex text for trade.

    I've never sprayed from readin porno scripts.
    Just fathomed random madams' gorgeousness;
    imagined with lathered tattered corsets ripped.
    A pleasure fiends means to forward bliss
    while awaiting the day when he became fortunate.
    I can't believe AOL is how this story stems...
    A glorious ornament of words to read
    turned paragraphs to years of eternity...

    Currently, we're more than a decade invested.
    We've changed our directions, made and dissected
    a range of eclectic constraints and connections
    complaints and contentions, traded our ethics
    and came to the menace of facing rejection
    in ways unrepentant of the shameless and selfish.
    We've taken a breath, which escalated the tension.
    We'd think to rekindle and she'd faint in my presence.

    Strange is the essence - Lost in our futile needs.
    We've met only once from a dozen opportunities -
    copped me a prudent feel, but its not that important.
    Nervous thoughts of performance and caution were thwarted.
    Problems were forming when the plausible warrants -
    barriers that buried her locked in some fortress...
    brought metaphoric to a tangible grasp
    that shackled her fast before I planned an attack.

    Panic would flash, and I'd cave with contempt.
    At first that'd hurt but then I'd exhale all my breath;
    realizing she'd find him saving herself.
    Safely breaking, I stepped, careless of quests,
    hair's on an edge crossing the barrier nexus.
    I expected a slightly better and merrier temptress.
    When clarity exits and I'm not sharing her presence
    my mind's hindsight seems barely impressive.

    Bare from inception - more than decades invested.
    We've changed our directions, made and dissected
    a range of eclectic constraints and connections
    complaints and contentions, traded our centrics
    and came to the menace of facing rejection
    in ways unrepentant of the shameless and selfish.
    We've taken a breath, which escalated the tension.
    We'd think to rekindle but they hated my essence.

    I pray on a death wish - Strength is eluding me.
    We met once again from another opportunity -
    Caught me infused with glee, but its not that important
    if she dropped on the floor and sobbed till the morning.
    She's lost in the war and the distance between.
    She favors staying faithful but insists that we cheat..
    Blessin' the words heaven on earth is a visit from me,
    but her better half thinks I'm an affliction to peace.

    I'm thinkin they need to reconsider their dreams
    but instead I stray away and let our differences be.
    A minuscule thing - I'm hoping he loves her
    because a war with me and they wont cope with each other.
    From my opening blunder of thinking of having something
    to the magic fun and then to my battle struggling
    in an emotive war for scattered lovin..
    Until their issues cause her enrapture done with...

    a collapsing judgment over decades invested.
    Where change is the message; favors were weapons;
    A range of eclectic constraints and connections
    complaints and contentions had traded our centrics
    and brang us the menace of facing rejection.
    Shameless and selfish we've waited forever
    before taking a breath, which escalated the tension.
    We'd think to rekindle but failed in the nexus.​

    Pent uP wins 3 to -2
    http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-...mpionship-1-nique-4-0-vs-2-pent-up-7-0-a.html
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  2. Tacky Jones

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    Week 40 vs MordridDeschain

    Healing the wounded voices


    I've lost the grasp to laugh, I don't even have a rant to add,
    It seems wherever I go my tracks are black
    and filled with death, now my grandpa passed...
    I have to last through this mourning process
    but all the mornings cause stress
    like I'm in the midst of a stormy conquest
    that gets ruined by my own deforming monsters
    I can't tell my enemies from those impostors,
    all I can do to show I've lost it is write flows and nonsense,
    reforming myself into a lower conscious which is so preposterous....
    I wish I could forget I feel this and let the tears drip
    to help me deal with the insanely unwanted and unconsented realness
    before I turn into a modern day hell on steel rims
    and propel my wheel width, burning out over the shell of Gaia
    as an act of self relief, with the intent to contest my grievance

    I feel trapped yet unattached like wax in hearing aids
    I want to cut up an onion patch and feel ok,
    Shopping in the sky but I don't think god imagined me this way,
    using my five finger discount tryna grab some breathing space...
    only hoping that when his last heartbeats were banged,
    he was in a happy, peaceful state
    But I know he never played a hand in cheap escapes
    so he probly battled for pride and masked his beaten face
    Gods a comedian who likes to practice on the vast of peoples faith;
    making it rain to portray the grass as green today
    He's outlandishly insane, it turns my stomach as if gravity has failed
    forcing me to shout at the heavens until his damaged ego hails,
    and all I wanna do is turn the hands on his clock
    for the planets to stop in tandem with god,
    turn the palms upward and splash them with my grandfathers blood
    to expose his self gratifying insolent sandpaper gloves
    That make up his touch, Dr. Green thumb to somber reaper..
    the personalities he uses to mock what we've done.
    I'm constantly numb, and don't feel his wind pushing me
    like my grandpa doesn't feel the wood of a casket under thin cushioning,
    racing through memories of him fooling me
    playing hide and seek in the thick wooden trees,
    this is no ode to his life though, that would be written in hopes of revival,
    this is me being openly spiteful of gods ode to the cycle of broken up time codes
    that split family's by age and force generations to feel randomly estranged
    when we're supposed to be more than an address book of names,
    but the whole bloodline gets collateral calamity and strain,
    and this is my ode to how my moms handling the pain
    Granted we need change; I wish no bringer of life had to feel that stress,
    because even angels don't have a deal with death
    it took seventy two minutes to stomach these thoughts...
    that I counted on his bronze pocket watch.....
    but when my mom called, all of it consumed me quick
    Cuz it took seventy two seconds to destroy what seventy two years built

    Pent uP wins 3 to -2
    http://board.rapmusic.com/rapmusic-...c-pent-up-8-0-vs-2-mordriddeschain-5-2-a.html

    Pent uP signs out following win
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