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The Law
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Topic: IC2 Round One: Battler 10 vs Battler 23 - 23 WINSPosted: 30 March 2017 at 3:05pm |
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Identity Crisis: Round 1 - 25-40 Lines - Best of 5 - Battlers will be anonymous- Votes will be hidden - Wednesday April 5th, Midnight GMT time - Reserves if needed, Friday April 7th, Midnight GMT time Picture Topic ![]() Edited by The Law - 30 March 2017 at 8:56pm |
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The Law
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Posted: 03 April 2017 at 2:59am |
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Battler 10 In The Midst Of It All Twenty seven years old, its true, Brian O'Neil enlisted himself Unaware of what it would mean, or do booking himself a ticket to hell how could he possibly tell, or know what to feel with the view he was given masked by the media, for real, manipulated his vision creating hatred, concealed for so long, calling it terrorism another soldier at war who knows no wrong, set to fulfil his mission Brian arrived in Afghanistan, for the first time, seen the streets like skeletons, with his own eyes nothing but flesh stripped from the cities bones, a violent surprise the sun seemed to spit yellow venom, as it dripped, oozing from the skies through thick clouds of smoke, beyond the darkness, lies a little trace of hope looking past empty gun shells and broken store fronts riddled with bullet holes ragged piles of rubble crumbled by tanks into dark and dusty fragments crawls a young girl from beneath the ruins drawn to him like magnet in the midst of it all after watching the cold ashes fall gracefully like snow flakes with his back against the wall the grim clouds part and disappear as he see's the child smile reminding him of his daughter who he had never seen in a while Brian got lost in the moment presumed dead by his troop sat in silence beside this girl with his mind in a loop his wife sets the table with the smell of breakfast in the air as the sun shines through the window on her beautiful golden hair while jenny his daughter without a care in the world twriling around in the kitchen he admired his girl the mirage was interrupted by explosive sounds of destruction as a barrage of heavy artillery dead set on consumption devouring as it swallows leaving close to nothin a graveyard of unburied bodies no one left runnin brian unwillingly lid there in pain unable to walk he turned to see the girl dead, crushed by a rock he cried tears lost his mind knew he was close to death screaming at the top of his lungs losing his breath the sounds that surrounded him slowly faded away he see's his daughter one last time and begins to say its okay baby girl don't forget to remember daddy's your guardian angel who will love you forever |
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The Law
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Posted: 03 April 2017 at 3:00am |
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Battler 23 As my ghillie suit shields, dust covers her filthy feet Recollections are dimming dreams of the Philly streets That I once traveled like her, an identical resemblance Hopeless but her smile radiating angelical independence Her mother is Ereshkigal, the Goddess of Death The calmness in her confidence is flawless as best Her dress wears dingy as her hand-combed hair Debris embedded in her skin as if a tan stone shared Thoughts of my land, home, "there", tirelessly creep & stay distant as accepting diversity, migrating sheep As she's throwing stones against a bloodless crumbled villa Through my scope I admire her but watching the disgruntled Milita The guerrillas are smoldering with infuriated rage In my ear a faint whisper clears to ensure they can't engage Waiting on my command sweat trickles off my nose Beading down my scope as I click off "The Hope" "All Clear"... bullets blazing the unsuspecting mob As the smoke settles I'm perplexed as there no wretched sob More of an accepting calm, I appear to her through the deadly fog She falls to her knees in prayer ..."Peace to Allah" Her world is a mess, I internally wept & fight away tears Lift her from the ground & carry her to a wall that's near She holds me as if she was my own, I only father violence Her shock is overwhelming & she sits in harbored silence Walking away, I turn back & take steps to her direction Tripping over a rock jolts a smile from her dejection Beside her I realized her eyes is where impeccable's captured Marching past in formation I hear my regiments chatter Sharing a chuckle evolved into hysterical laughter The insanity we danced in was satirical banter She leans over catching her breath as we mellowed Speaking softly I lean in to hear her Hello Her brows slant like fury detonates in her head In a blink, I'm gushing from a pain in my neck Her voice changes to a deep satanic dread A sweet innocent girl is the Angel of the Dead & murdered me in cold blood with the hidden blade in her dress |
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Amgin
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Posted: 03 April 2017 at 5:33am |
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This vote has been accepted by a moderator. Batter 10: The beginning was a little choppy but set the scene and told a back story well. Beautiful imagery you really painted the picture well. But I couldn't help feel that this was more of a short story vs a poem/lyrical verse. Although read softly and smooth, had a hard time deciphering rhyme schemes. Battler 23 Amazing. Start to finish, very strong start nice rhyme schemes played out and interchanged/transitioned between lines Imagery was strong and the narrative was an easy read. A nice in the action style of writing that progressed the story forward line to line and kept me interested . The ending was insane, what a twist. Didn't expect that at all. Bravo!! MVGT battler 23. Rhymes, flow, story progression and great story with a twist Battler 10 needed better rhyme scheme, although beautiful, my mind drifted while reading. (Would add quotes and more thorough line examples but I only have my iphone while at camp/work so it's hard to do) |
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daydizzle89
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Posted: 03 April 2017 at 4:13pm |
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This vote has been accepted by a moderator. Twenty seven years old, its true, Brian O'Neil enlisted himself Unaware of what it would mean, or do booking himself a ticket to hell how could he possibly tell, or know what to feel with the view he was given masked by the media, for real, manipulated his vision creating hatred, concealed for so long, calling it terrorism another soldier at war who knows no wrong, set to fulfil his mission ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The word choice here suffered. You used hard to follow slant rhymes and it was pretty simplistic as far as writing goes. As for content, i see where this is kind of going. Not a strong start of a verse with technicality. Brian arrived in Afghanistan, for the first time, seen the streets like skeletons, with his own eyes nothing but flesh stripped from the cities bones, a violent surprise the sun seemed to spit yellow venom, as it dripped, oozing from the skies ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ You have an understand of being descriptive. Using metaphors and such to paint a vivid picture. The thing is you are lacking the technical part of writing rap. The flow is almost of spoken word. I see simple end rhymes. As for the story. I am liking it. As for the main aspect of writing rap. This is lacking a little through thick clouds of smoke, beyond the darkness, lies a little trace of hope looking past empty gun shells and broken store fronts riddled with bullet holes ragged piles of rubble crumbled by tanks into dark and dusty fragments crawls a young girl from beneath the ruins drawn to him like magnet ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Ok, this was dope with the descriptiveness. Problem again is the simplicity of the end rhymes, lack of internals and the flow is getting hurt with word choice and syllables not working. Im feeling pauses here and there. Stops the reader from fleuntly engaging in a rythym in the midst of it all after watching the cold ashes fall gracefully like snow flakes with his back against the wall the grim clouds part and disappear as he see's the child smile reminding him of his daughter who he had never seen in a while ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I feel like im repeating myself but this has soo much potential if you can work out the kinks of end rhymes, multis and if you could keep the syllable count fluid for a proper flow. Brian got lost in the moment presumed dead by his troop sat in silence beside this girl with his mind in a loop his wife sets the table with the smell of breakfast in the air as the sun shines through the window on her beautiful golden hair while jenny his daughter without a care in the world twriling around in the kitchen he admired his girl the mirage was interrupted by explosive sounds of destruction as a barrage of heavy artillery dead set on consumption devouring as it swallows leaving close to nothin a graveyard of unburied bodies no one left runnin brian unwillingly lid there in pain unable to walk he turned to see the girl dead, crushed by a rock he cried tears lost his mind knew he was close to death screaming at the top of his lungs losing his breath the sounds that surrounded him slowly faded away he see's his daughter one last time and begins to say its okay baby girl don't forget to remember daddy's your guardian angel who will love you forever ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ You have real potential to have made this piece a gold star. Problem is that you are lacking the mechanics to take this drop to another level. I wanted to see more fluidity, more technical aspects with the writing. More vocabulary that matched up with a scheme. I think you have great potential with your writing skills. You are just missing the rapping aspect when it comes to dropping pieces like this. If this flowed better it would have been a really dope written. Overall - I think if you took more time maybe and fixed your verse up for fluidity and perhaps switched up a few awkward word placements this would have been dope sonz/sistaz or if you have another pronounz. ________________________________________________________________________ As my ghillie suit shields, dust covers her filthy feet Recollections are dimming dreams of the Philly streets That I once traveled like her, an identical resemblance Hopeless but her smile radiating angelical independence ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Ok ok ok, Nice opener. Problem i have with the opener is the fluidity. I think if you took out "Angelical" for the last bar, it would have improved the flow here. As for descriptiveness, Nice. I like how you are adding a bond between the two off the bat. Her mother is Ereshkigal, the Goddess of Death The calmness in her confidence is flawless as best Her dress wears dingy as her hand-combed hair Debris embedded in her skin as if a tan stone shared Thoughts of my land, home, "there", tirelessly creep & stay distant as accepting diversity, migrating sheep As she's throwing stones against a bloodless crumbled villa Through my scope I admire her but watching the disgruntled Milita The guerrillas are smoldering with infuriated rage In my ear a faint whisper clears to ensure they can't engage ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ The first two lines were heading is a really dope direction. Again i see a spot where you could have removed a word or switched it up to make the fluidity more prominant. "flawless as best". It felt forced. This section started off strong. I felt like you were only a syllable or two off in some spots. Dope story though so far. Liking this Waiting on my command sweat trickles off my nose Beading down my scope as I click off "The Hope" "All Clear"... bullets blazing the unsuspecting mob As the smoke settles I'm perplexed as there no wretched sob More of an accepting calm, I appear to her through the deadly fog She falls to her knees in prayer ..."Peace to Allah" ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I like the vividness. Really nice way to set the environment up and the character. You have a more direct flow. Seems like you are getting in the zone. The "Peace to Allah" was dope. Im liking this story for the most part. Her world is a mess, I internally wept & fight away tears Lift her from the ground & carry her to a wall that's near She holds me as if she was my own, I only father violence Her shock is overwhelming & she sits in harbored silence Walking away, I turn back & take steps to her direction Tripping over a rock jolts a smile from her dejection ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ I see a few flaws with the story but over all i still feel the strong bond that the main characters have with each other. My issue is that you are a sniper, you wouldnt ever get into close combat engagements most of the time. You sit back and pick assholes off. Beside her I realized her eyes is where impeccable's captured Marching past in formation I hear my regiments chatter Sharing a chuckle evolved into hysterical laughter The insanity we danced in was satirical banter ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Ok, you got sidetracked. I would have kepts completely on the whole concept of the girl and bonding with her. You went in the wrong direction with this segment in my opinion. She leans over catching her breath as we mellowed Speaking softly I lean in to hear her Hello Her brows slant like fury detonates in her head In a blink, I'm gushing from a pain in my neck Her voice changes to a deep satanic dread A sweet innocent girl is the Angel of the Dead & murdered me in cold blood with the hidden blade in her dress ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^\ Great way to end this. That is the truth about modern war in many cases. The innocent looking civilians are infested with terrorists and soldiers. That was a dope ending for sure. Flow and technical shit is still lacking but your story was pretty dope with a nice twist. Overall - I think you could have worked on this a day longer and fixed the flow and added a little more technical internals and schemes. Not bad Overall - MVGT BATTLER 23. The story was much more intriguing. Technically a little better than battler 10. Both had alot of potential to make these drops really dope. Battler has the better twist, better technical writing and flow. |
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Crimson Juice
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Posted: 03 April 2017 at 8:18pm |
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This vote has been accepted by a moderator. Battler 10 In The Midst Of It All Twenty seven years old, its true, Brian O'Neil enlisted himself Unaware of what it would mean, or do booking himself a ticket to hell how could he possibly tell, or know what to feel with the view he was given masked by the media, for real, manipulated his vision creating hatred, concealed for so long, calling it terrorism another soldier at war who knows no wrong, set to fulfil his mission Brian arrived in Afghanistan, for the first time, seen the streets like skeletons, with his own eyes nothing but flesh stripped from the cities bones, a violent surprise the sun seemed to spit yellow venom, as it dripped, oozing from the skies through thick clouds of smoke, beyond the darkness, lies a little trace of hope looking past empty gun shells and broken store fronts riddled with bullet holes ragged piles of rubble crumbled by tanks into dark and dusty fragments crawls a young girl from beneath the ruins drawn to him like magnet -firstly I like your direct approach here,straight into the story with no warm up,I also found this segment pacey to read too,the tempo was good as was some of the wording,then in some parts the wording didn't tally up,like the Sun dripping Venom whilst oozing? just didn't quite fit,but the wording I did like was the city being stripped of flesh/skeletons lines,that was a nice piece of imagery,as too was the bullets holes/ store fronts,yeah a good first half there really- in the midst of it all after watching the cold ashes fall gracefully like snow flakes with his back against the wall the grim clouds part and disappear as he see's the child smile reminding him of his daughter who he had never seen in a while Brian got lost in the moment presumed dead by his troop sat in silence beside this girl with his mind in a loop his wife sets the table with the smell of breakfast in the air as the sun shines through the window on her beautiful golden hair while jenny his daughter without a care in the world twriling around in the kitchen he admired his girl the mirage was interrupted by explosive sounds of destruction as a barrage of heavy artillery dead set on consumption devouring as it swallows leaving close to nothin a graveyard of unburied bodies no one left runnin brian unwillingly lid there in pain unable to walk he turned to see the girl dead, crushed by a rock he cried tears lost his mind knew he was close to death screaming at the top of his lungs losing his breath the sounds that surrounded him slowly faded away he see's his daughter one last time and begins to say its okay baby girl don't forget to remember daddy's your guardian angel who will love you forever -this segment came stronger for me,some good details thrown in here,you seemed more focused also,you still had some wording issues though which was the part about his daughter,it just didn't fit with what you was conveying,here's the line I mean, ("reminding him of his daughter who he had never seen in a while") if he's never seen her,how can the word while be used?,it's a contradiction that stuck out like a sore thumb really,and just marred this segment a little,still with that typed and out the way,there was a depth to this verse overall that masked these problems & made them a minor fault,the lines about a mirrage/destruction,& barrage of artillery /consumption was a nice inclusion,came off as deep and poetic and made for some fine vivid imagery on reading,i also liked your closing lines too,backed up the story well i thought,good work I enjoyed it- Battler 23 As my ghillie suit shields, dust covers her filthy feet Recollections are dimming dreams of the Philly streets That I once traveled like her, an identical resemblance Hopeless but her smile radiating angelical independence Her mother is Ereshkigal, the Goddess of Death The calmness in her confidence is flawless as best Her dress wears dingy as her hand-combed hair Debris embedded in her skin as if a tan stone shared Thoughts of my land, home, "there", tirelessly creep & stay distant as accepting diversity, migrating sheep As she's throwing stones against a bloodless crumbled villa Through my scope I admire her but watching the disgruntled Milita The guerrillas are smoldering with infuriated rage In my ear a faint whisper clears to ensure they can't engage Waiting on my command sweat trickles off my nose Beading down my scope as I click off "The Hope" -yeah i really liked this segment,the detail/imagery was good,the dipping in and out of suspense was played well,(the tension with the job at hand then the details of whats happening in the background and surroundings) was done well,the tempo/vibe was good,as to the wording here,solid start- "All Clear"... bullets blazing the unsuspecting mob As the smoke settles I'm perplexed as there no wretched sob More of an accepting calm, I appear to her through the deadly fog She falls to her knees in prayer ..."Peace to Allah" Her world is a mess, I internally wept & fight away tears Lift her from the ground & carry her to a wall that's near She holds me as if she was my own, I only father violence Her shock is overwhelming & she sits in harbored silence Walking away, I turn back & take steps to her direction Tripping over a rock jolts a smile from her dejection Beside her I realized her eyes is where impeccable's captured Marching past in formation I hear my regiments chatter Sharing a chuckle evolved into hysterical laughter The insanity we danced in was satirical banter She leans over catching her breath as we mellowed Speaking softly I lean in to hear her Hello Her brows slant like fury detonates in her head In a blink, I'm gushing from a pain in my neck Her voice changes to a deep satanic dread A sweet innocent girl is the Angel of the Dead & murdered me in cold blood with the hidden blade in her dress -again the wording here was good,they fell into place effortlessly,the emotion displayed felt legit too,the imagery took me there as i had a clear picture in my head on reading, it also felt that the story was crafted well from start to finish,as each line blended well with the next one until completion,plus the twist/turn of events in the closing bars were just solid,that gave entertainment value within this piece also,a nice and very enjoyable read i thought, nice verse- Overall I liked both offerings,both did well here with the concept via the picture,and both provided nice reads,but there is a winner for me and that was Battler number 23,my reasoning is this,they had a more polished verse and no wording issues, plus i found this verse more to my liking via depth and depiction,but both did do really well here no bullshit.. 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Sammy
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Posted: 03 April 2017 at 10:24pm |
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This vote has been accepted by a moderator. Wow, first battle I'm voting and what a way to start. This was def a dope battle Battler 10, Great story man. The image was very strong here. It wasn't hard to see what u were drawing. The gritty war torn middle eastern urban area. The image of his mind wandering to his family was dope. There was an ethereal quality about it that really worked. And that's due entirely to the concise language. The only down side I see was the story itself wasn't too original. Pieces with war settings are really a dime a dozen but with a picture like that it's hard not to venture into that trope. However u were able to seperate urself from the flock with the way u went about it. The emotion was well sketched. Battler 23, Haha this was awesomely written. The misdirection was well conceived. You did an effective job lulling us to sleep by the way u painted the picture of not only characters but their interaction. The poetic voice was certainly noteworthy and is something rightbup my alley. The impeccable capture line was gold imo. Overall not too much issue besides a few typos. This is a hard one yo. I connected with both pieces for different reasons. Battler 10 had a very dreamy quality about his/her piece and battler 13 had a great poetic voice that I appreciate. The stories were both engaging. After a few mins of deliberation, I'm going with 10 he/she slightly took the mechanics category. |
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The Law
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Posted: 10 April 2017 at 1:13pm |
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Battler 23 wins 3-0 as Sammy voted after the deciding vote was already cast.
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