Title Match:Champ Richard Corey 9-1 Vs 2. Tha Talent 24-11

Discussion in 'The Rapmusic Storytelling/Topical League' started by Nebz, Oct 5, 2003.

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  1. Nebz

    Nebz R.I.P. Point Game

    Nov 21, 2002
    Title Match: Richard Corey 9-1 Vs Tha Talent 24-11

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  2. Tha Talent

    Tha Talent , Tha Master.

    Jun 3, 2002
  3. Richard Corey

    Richard Corey battle like a savage

    Sep 26, 2001
    "if you 'on't give a damn, gon' thow it up..."

    let's go...

    I'm going to have to delay this until tomorrow. I'm seriously swamped with stuff. If you want to hold on to your post until tomorrow you can. Please, I promise I won't no show... But after this week, I'm going to have to consider signing out. I don't want to be the one screwing up the league.

    L-dogg vs. The Talent
    Peepers vs. SIN2
    Prophetional vs. Wisdom
    Desenuts vs. Den-S
    Outkast vs. Junio
    Highpaw the cist vs. *other guy* (sorry...uh, other guy)
  4. Tha Talent

    Tha Talent , Tha Master.

    Jun 3, 2002
    i'll post a better verse than my tournament verse tommorrow.
  5. Nebz

    Nebz R.I.P. Point Game

    Nov 21, 2002
    Granted, But From Now on....I will Not Grant them
  6. Nebz

    Nebz R.I.P. Point Game

    Nov 21, 2002
    Over No Shows
  7. Richard Corey

    Richard Corey battle like a savage

    Sep 26, 2001
    ter'ro•rist n. One who engages
    in the political use of violence or intimidation.

    There's no discrimination between violence and intimidation
    eventually, it's something every governmental system faces
    The threat of anarchy topples hiearchies: a town's paranoia
    can soil and destroy a monarchy once fear's allowed to loiter.
    Un-caring gory, horrifying, terrorism's my territory
    Images of Muslim scrimages, sharing stories of Arab's warring...

    I'm a different type of terrorist than you've seen on the screen
    I'm unbelievably keen at being seen as unconceivably mean
    My deceitfully clean team of followers were recruited as teens
    sharin' 'em with their parents when their grips loose like a feign's
    they're just getting used to their genes, their teenage mindstates
    just might break from migraines, their wills unusually weak

    I Baptize them in a lake of self-doubt, pull out and brain fuck 'em
    sayin' something to leave The Beaver fall out in angst, cussin
    to pull out and spray the eighth grade play while sayin' nothing!
    Cause Stacy and Jane ain't wanna play or trade lunches!
    And you ain't seen terror till you've seen the face of a munchkin
    scrunchin' cause she can't seem to find a place for her stomach!
    Have the Beav' lacin' Stacy on stage, catchin' her best side
    while screamin' "One Mic" or "Thug life" tossin' up West signs

    Brenda's like, dad's favorite, stayin' where she's not supposed to be
    with a mad rapist, half-naked, gettin' impregnated, like totally...
    If Lil' Kim could only see her dressing up like the older teens
    now orderlies are takin' parts of sprite cans from her overies

    Best believe I could throw your nation in an emotional uproar
    up the coasts and up shores, have your kids smokin'. "Up yours!"
    Then chokin' on their vomit, one comment, they're toastin' ya Fords
    blow holes in the doors and have ya babyseats thrown to the floor!
    Have them dressin' in my meager garments, speaking my folklore
    on the streets, sayin' their "broke" or, their people are so "poor"...

    "Yeah, my dad used to give me allowance, but not no more..."
    So now I'm hustler like Jay-Z...so what's a gram go for?..."

    How the fuck did I get in here? Ain't this what you vote for?
    To keep me and my kind out from turnin' your kids inside out?
    inside houses you keep them trapped in self-secluded rooms
    But my message comes through their radio and television tubes
    I'm Nat Turner's revenge turned into a burning syringe
    murderin' kids with words; leave them all internally singed!
    The weak fucks who won't speak up are the ones you gotta watch
    "Put ya hands up!" like Jada! "Kiss the floor I got a glock!"
    Take care, beware of terrorists, cause they ain't scared of shit!
    got 'em choppin' rock, slangin' to any Man, son! like Marilyn!
    I got Opie selling opium in the back of the empty auditorium
    to Dylan who's illin' cuz dad won't let him in the consortium
    Osama Bin Laden with the flow, Sadaam Huissain with refrains
    droppin' weapons of mass corruption on suburban waves of grain
    I train their brains like suicide bombers until they 'self-destruct'
    I helped them up, ain't nothin' they seen I ain't delt with, son!
    I give them power, and community... I give 'em they respect
    all you gotta provide is the tape deck...
  8. Tha Talent

    Tha Talent , Tha Master.

    Jun 3, 2002
    his eyes are swollen, shut open, from a trip down murder creek
    the tear that never got a chance to fall now claws his purple cheek
    so crisp, oblique - the shining turquoise eyes create a certain sheik
    an ambivilance of myst and the fading hope that has turned and weeped
    it burns me, the beautifying state of that lifeless stare
    burning down the last cotton flag that reads: "life is fair"
    just knowing life was there, knowing that his light brown hair
    was once blowing in the wind, yet now is quite impared
    by the blood that mats it down, yielding an iron clamp to strands
    each wave muted by the sullen mousse that holds a frantic grasp
    and the red river is flowing - flowing down a scarred forehead
    flowing down a tight cheekbone - flowing down a carved, torn neck
    but it is not flowing - no, the red river has found itself dry, arid
    only the last, crusted evidence shows the rivers ride's disparage
    and the river must have grazed his thin, pinkish lips
    the lips that once would spring a quip now must think and sit
    and now are sputtered with a trickle of blood thicker than mud
    that was playing follow the leader, from his nose with rippling thuds
    down the golden ladder of his grimace, scooping down his molded chin
    wrinkled from the pain of the pain to hold it in
    and as the blood trickled down the neck, it caught the light blue collar
    of a light blue shirt that matched his blazer, tie, and dockers
    - business type apparrell, complete with a pocket hanky
    distored by a scramble of dirt, blood, and yet as his chest bleeds
    only one thing hits my eye, a glint of steel above the skin
    the same allure that made Arthur pull the sword and start the myth
    ...the same pierce of his eyes, the same pierce of demise
    the same purity that can be found as a soaring blear through the skies
    it all was so ..
    distressing yet pressing
    why? what could cause this scene so insensing
    ...i need to know him, i need to understand
    breath and understand
    breath to understand why he had to bleed by anothers hands..
    i stepped back, my back pressed against the cold brick wall
    taking in the image, staring, a gaze - adrift, gone
    staring straight at the fresh spray paint above his bodies lagging
    staring but not reading, refusing to read the word -
    - "faggot"
  9. prophetional

    prophetional hokey muh-fuckin' pokey

    Jan 24, 2002
    good man nebz... sign of good judgement; the champ asked politely, the challenger granted, you made a good decision here...

    um, wow... hella championship... if i "broke it down-broke it down" this post would be long as hell, but to keep it short,
    talent, your verse was fire, for real, but so was RC's... one of them verses you don't want to go second to because it's near impossible to come better than, only equalled too, and to beat the champ you gotta come better then the champ...
    the champ this week came with an A+ performance..... hard to beat brothah, but no doubt you'll be back up in no time...
    fire ya'll... fire!
  10. SIN2

    SIN2 as we speak

    May 29, 2000
    Hella of a battle...

    RC great verse....I luved wat u did hea...flipped tha topic kept tha reader on edge nice endin ya word selection was on point just nice all around...

    Talent....I was feelin ya verse also...u also had nice vocab....ya flow seemed choppy at times i couldnt really cathch it...threw me off...but other than that ya ending was nice...ending was unexpected....

    vote=RC he had the better all around verse
  11. Gummo

    Gummo New Member

    Jul 22, 2002
    Vote: Richard

    DAMNNN I lovvveddd your piece, period. Enough said. Had everything i look for,... really enjoyed the read, talent your verse was fuckin nice as hell too, but i just think that corey captured me with hitting everypoint... no disrespect, fuckin niccceee battle.. glad the two of yall came ill for the championship.... have to go with richard tho... KEEP IT UP!! GLUCK!
  12. Nebz

    Nebz R.I.P. Point Game

    Nov 21, 2002
    RC wins
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