Sacred Scriptures 14 Magazine: Issue 3

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Week 3 Magazine

Wat up mothafuckas!!! Last week was a decent week, only had 1 no show, which sucks but at least it was Jeshka. Hopefully everyone shows this week, although I'm having doubts about Dagel... Anyway, we've had some people not meeting voting requirements, and starting this week there will be a 3 vote minimum, meaning you can be deducted up to 3 votes for not meeting the requirement. I'll make a thread specifically for this rule so no one can have an excuse. I'd also like to point out that at the end of the season all the Wins and Losses from these battles will be added to your record, so drop those flames mothafucka's and let's make this a dope season!!! In this mag we're gonna take a look at all the match ups, verse of the week, an interview with Witty and much much more. Enjoy!


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Written by: Auspicious

Two Steps Away From the Pain

Who
…. Nears for his spirits and tells him he hates her?
What
…. Would be in place in his adjacent and peripheral nature?
When
…. Was he crowned the saddest inadequate advocate of tyranny?
Where
…. Would they fathom this adamant conspiracy?
N’ Why
…. Was he doomed for it now?

Who
What
When
Where
Why
…n’ How!?

His Invisible Friends Were a Miserable Trend
Until They Weren’t Invisible n’ Ridiculed his Head
Cuz’ They were Considerable Visions of Mind Divisible by Ten
They’d Rid of All they Can to Snatch the Badge he’s Wearing
N’ Bring Fallacies to the Reality of His Imaginary Adversaries
Why Weren’t His Thoughts, the Thoughts That He Thought?
Why Did he Need to Be Retaught the Fight he Thought that he Fought?
Wrongfully Right, They’d Decife his Life’s Pride
Because His Black Heart Was told To Many White Lies
But Why Lie? The Angle Obtuse As He Strangled To Prove
Why The Fables Confused n’ Entangled the Truth
This Faded His View, (he couldn’t remember) But He’d Remember Hard
Why Did She Pack Her Bags n’ Use All of His Credit Cards?
Never So Scarred, Words.. Never So Verbed
As She Took All and Left Him With Thirds
What Did He Do?
What Did She Prove?
Where Were the Clues?
What Was the Use?
N’ What Would He Do If He Didn’t Know What He Did
N’ Even If.. Would He Follow the Mist To See What He Missed
But Now He’s Pissed n’ Hysterical
Terribly Terrible Cuz Its Barely Understandable
Why Is His Future Wife A in a Future Life
If This isn’t His Future, Then What’s His Future Like?
The Fued He’d Fight Was A Neglection He’d Collect From
The Depth Plunge That Makes His Regrets Numb
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..Step One..

..Step Two..
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Was a Step To, See Who He Would Step To
Would He Step Too When The Group Backed Up Except Two?
Why Was he Here?
Why Did His Ex Have a Gun To Her Head?
Why Couldn’t He Tear?
N’ Why Didn’t He Leave if He Could of Left?
Could Step Out of the Buildin
It Was Either Kill Her Or They Killed Him
The Shit That She Did
The Love That He Lived
..It Was All Up To Him
The Dreams That Distilled It Were Willin It To Feel it
The Hate he Had Bolded His Thoughts Cuz…

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I was gonna do a no show spotlight this week, but in my humble opinion SELF ACTIVATE had the VOTW, so let's say this is also the no show shine. And it's funny because I had mentioned in chat earlier last week that you might as well put your all into a verse even if you're worried your opponent might no show. SELF ACTIVATE's verse was a prime example of this, and I felt it was worthy of a nom. Looking forward to seeing what the HOF panel decides on that. Anyway, let's take a look.

SELF ACTIVATE - All they dabble in is Debt and Death

It built the Capital...
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EVERY...
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LAST...
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STEP!

It bought 'Lady Liberty' her dress

The New York Apple is the final rest
For the birds who flew the coop
But couldn't find a nest
So they stole it from the next...
All we know is blood and sweat
All they know is cashin' checks
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Collecting from the debt
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That they caused but never stress
Never paused to even guess
Who gone pay it...cause we let
The devils we elect sell our souls
For even less than a spec
Of the gold that they possess...
I confess! I'm complicit to this mess!
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But how did I forget that the Devil wears a mask?
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Like Ronald he's a clown -- peddle posion to ya child!
Have a Coke and a smile 'til ya liver turns brown!
Every sinner wears a crown and it weights a million pounds
Putting stress on ya neck 'til ya forced to...
Bow
Down!
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Now take a look around...
All you see is gray clouds!
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Pollution in the air and the doom and gloom sounds
Of the buses and the cars leaving scars on the Earth!
Plus they're carving out her heart for the charms in her dirt!
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Now tell me what it's worth...
To kill ya own mother
Can you live with such a curse?
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I guess it's bout the money when the monkeys run the show.
Throwing feces on the crowd we just smile 'n let it go
I see primates in disgues but they're spines got a slope!
This is Planet of the Apes every day's an episode...

So how did I forget that the Devil wears a tie?
...Fancy shoes and a robe.

And he's paid to tell lies to the robots and the clones.
Mobile drones roam the skies. All praise the holy eye.
Worship Google like the Sun and Steve Jobs like a god.
Viacom's on the rise to take control of ya mind.
CNN's full of sin and BBC's for the blind.
The FDA poisons food you consume all the time.
Is Amazon still a forest or a storage online
Selling merch made in China for a nickle or a dime?
All these wars over oil is it Shell or Exxon?
Are we dying for our 'freedom' or a corprate bottom line?
I can't tell...I don't know...
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'Cause the Snake is a slickster...
And I haven't seen his face
Since ...
King James changed the Scripture!

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With Witty

Fresh
Witty

We're here with the homie Witty! What's up Witty How are things over at your end of the world?

Quite magnificent, you see, at birth we are all blessed with enormous penises (peni?) and when you have an enormous penis, life is always good.

Why don't you tell the people a little about yourself... I realize you could write a 3 page autobiography lmao, but maybe just give a quick run down of how you got into this shit and introduce yourself.

Ummm, well first up my name is Witty aka The Witness, as I was known for most of my time online, especially this site. I am Irish, I write topicals and I usually win...so just a heads up, if you are against me, chances are you're going to lose. I got in to this when I was 15, so a decade ago lol I just enjoyed writing rhymes, unlike most people I didn't come here because of 8 Mile, it was actually because I saw Jin rapping on MTV, whatever the show was called, can't remember lol so I googled 'rap battles' and of course this was the first to pop up. I wasn't very good at the start, but it only took a few months to get this very particular style of writing figured out, and after that I started beating big and legendary names, and initially made a name for myself as the young kid who could beat the legends, won my first tourney at 16, the youngest ever I believe, started my collection of HOFs (which I now hold the record in), and the rest is history. Obviously there are many people who helped me along the way, Lars being the main guy, but Bounce, Engivale, Atticus, Phrantik, Maven, plus many more, all helped me get to where I am now in terms of ability.

Are there any current competitors you're looking forward to battling, and if so; why?

I was looking forward to battling OG Maestro, he's a good writer and he seems to be one of the top guys around here these days, I got that battle and got a win so I'm happy with that, props to him for his verse tho. Next, I dunno...I'd like to go one on one with Nigma, I like and respect him very much and it would be botw without any doubt in my mind at all, he's a good writer. Anyone really tho, I just like to win...I was trained to win topical battles. It is, as they say, what I do.

Ok guys, so what's about to happen here tonight is an experiment, I am going to get completely fucked up, to the point just before going in to a coma, on many different drugs, and then I'm going to write and see what happens.

Wish me luck.

Did this actually happen?? lmao..

It did lol didn't even remember what I had written until I looked back at it the next day, I also only took 15 minutes to write it, and I have evidence of this in the form of an aim convo, if anyone doubts the claim lol

So we had some “beef” cross over from RR, and had some peeps calling you out when you said NC is the best for topical battlers (I am inclined to agree with this sentiment). What are thoughts on wes ghost, and can you shed some light on the situation?

Wes is cool in my book, I like him, I like most of the people on that site tbh RR has some very talented writers, as does RB and I'm sure most other sites I have never ventured on to...it is very difficult to go to a site and find ZERO dope writers, there is always usually at least 2 or 3. I think Netcees though, by far, has the most talented writers, the number of legends there from all across the internet is scary tbh that's why I joined, I'm originally an RB head, I never joined another site until about 2 years ago, I was only here for like 8 years...so this isn't a Netcees bias or loyalty thing, cuz this is my home site. Honestly tho, the REASON I joined Netcees was the quantity and the quality of their writers...not all the top guys are always competing all the time, including myself, but when they do and everyone is in the line up...it is a fucking scary roster, nobody can match it.

If you had the choice between kicking Dia in the nuts or being a fox, which would you choose?

I would kick Dia in the nuts...I have no desire to be a fox, I am not worthy. I just enjoy them and my Fox is the ruler of us all...so you know, gotta worship him!

Any shout outs or fuck yous?

Shout out to everyone and fuck you to everyone as well! Love you all, write some shit, kick some ass...come dope or go home.

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The Law vs OG Maestro

The Law

Humanities Yin-Yang

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Narrator:
This is the story of black and white, one Adam and one Eve
A man strong like a bull with a women thats feeble and weak
Together, they can create a world released with sincerity
A world that each man and women will hold peace and prosperity.

So.... It begins!!

Adam and Eve were granted freedom in a small simple globe
In which there was no need for evil or to hold fiscal gold
They were given fruit to harvest and animals to domesticate
But deep down in Adam something was off that he just couldn't resonate!
and never did he know this test was see'in what real freedom creates
The down fall started in a minor accord, when Adam just needed a break...
He sat down and noticed Eve never haulted from her work on the land
Day after day he sat and ate the harvest, while eve had dirt on her hands
In time he grew and grew, gluttony began to enlarge in his stomach
and Greed would rattle through his synapses the more that he wanted
One day Eve got up the courage to ask if she could relax while he worked
He said he was too big and tired to move... "ehh'....., what's it worth"
Eve realized his blueprint, rewards for no work, filled her with lust and jealously
Thoughts of anger from his sloth and laziness, had her mind bustin' with energy
She knew they wouldn't survive if she stopped, and couldn't play the game herself
But this wrath and hatred... it began to engulfed her like the flames in hell
Deception was the root of her plans, she'd produce and harvest the fruit
She'd do it bulk, the more he ate, the more that he grew until it was harder to move
And they were both too prideful to find a common resolution
One was just lazy and stupid, and the other became the rottenest of humans
See but poor Eve never got the chance to eat, she was starving but too parted to think
and he was getting so enormous, the globe seemed like it started to shrink
At the end of their days, he laid there fat and obese, 90 percent of the globe
and Eve couldn't budge either, she lay there trapped with nothing to show

Eventually, this globe cracked, diversity released to a gloomy earth
The good and the bad, the beginning and creation of a universe
Filled with good hearts that are a habitat for sins and deception
Humanities Yin-Yang, We are all just Adam and Eve's Relfection

OG Maestro

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Yang & The Ethical Boat.


Surfacing.
We're blood relatives but I didn't ask for this. taxes with laxatives,
With my back breaking
Meaning: for your money you shit out, I get less than half, waiting,
For my existence to become more than a cognitive Cog in a Wheel
Steel the wheel turns, fuel burns & oil has me clogged and concealed
Trapped under dust, I work every day for those attracted to lust
It's a matter of must, society fulfill the greedy tasks that they trust,
To a simple family man such as myself. I didn't ask for this
Two jobs, two paychecks divided attention at home --
Fuck. Now back is Split
But boss expects work, after all, this is the American dream to keep
Damn right & I've been going nights restless, I'm almost leaned, asleep
He speaks of promotion, endless hours & Adderall tossed with my health
Zombie mornings at church:
Walking Dead, staying alive, paying tithe, hearing the Gospel of Wealth --
Irony.
& my kids need a good school district. but background is used to derail you
I'll have to deal with the Neighborhood Watch.. as the area loses its value
I feel my soul become lost in the hate. Going on hungry, I'm often displaced.
Heroin is my comfort of pleasure & rest, same way my coffin is placed
The boss is a waste, he's sick as fuck -- I only get a cough in the face
Meanwhile he's rotting inside, thinking his riches make him blossom with grace
He's got some skeletons that he'll hang up so long as his closet has space
Manifest Destiny, he'll Cross It with fate. but I can see the moss in his face
I can see the lies and the deceit. I see the false water he's leading me to
I can see the life lines I'm feeding him through. I know he's needing me too
And if this cog in the wheel should stop function he'll stall & turn into rust
But then I'll die & I'm already close to death within the same urn he corrupts
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This is the tragic of the commons when you denominate any societal ladder
We live a mirrored cause in which we've been told what is inspired to matter
Now here we both are on a Middle Passage as slaves laying still in a boat
These ethics are killing us both, watch balance speak & spill from our throat,
Drowning.

Fresh's Review

I thought this was a decent battle, nothing crazy but both competitors did their thing. I feel like OG was maybe a bit rushed because he had to get an extension and this was definitely not up to par with his usual work. Both these dudes took a different approach to the picture, and did well conveying it with their own angles. I thought The Law's angle was a little unorthodox, and added to the overall enjoyment of his piece. Maestro took the “spectrum of societal stature which is unfairly balanced” approach, which was probably the approach most of us would have taken. He utilized his concept well though and ended up with an overall enjoyable verse. This battle ended with the votes in favour of The Law, 3-1. Good showing guys.

2triple0 vs Witty

2triple0

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going to trip out to this image of a rhetorical world
im just growing up and inside im still a little girl
trying to incite violence will end with a taunting mind
im hustling all the time but never once stop to grind
its easy to upheave things like vipers in large grotto
its hard to not be ignorant and ignore those like hobos
im guessing most of the time never knew my life well
i guess it would be like the presence of those magical spells
in the closet was a witch and a wicked one at that
she placed people in ovens just to watch them get fat
im promised a future this woman she never frights
im cold as ice and i never spoke unwilling to stop and write
its too frigid as this personal spokesman would have u believe
fast forwarding nah id rather freeze this inquisition with steam
its funny she lost a sister too and shes the only child now
and inside her see through night gown i desire her crown
shes looking beyond that recognition of the puddle in her room
i could tell she was getting spoon fed and left frying in a lagoon

Witty

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away, but maybe not the nurse
Something's blocking the pain, I pray they lay me on the hearse
Yeah, I take a shot to the vein, the drug that they be on is worse
Religion. It maimed me, they changed me, trained me not to curse
They're crazy, gone perverse, took it way beyond the church
Taught me to look for God, but if Satan can save me from the search
I'll dine with him in hell, spend all of my time within his cell
Cuz when your brain is washed so often, your mind begins to fail
These hypocrites like to sit there, and slay me on their perch
Tell me I'm a sinner, I just wish they could all disperse
They have a trend, turn free souls in to captive men
Take away all of their inner peace, and scrap their zen
I use to feel, they turned me in to a chameleon, adapt and blend
Yet, I chose to join, but they twisted at my will, made it snap and bend
They told me the drugs would kill me, and I would after that - descend
And be tortured for evermore, but it's their evil I can't defend
I'm numb, they said I'd find love in their book, it's just satan on the verse
So I put a glock to my brain and I pray to God it hurts

Fresh's Review

2triple0's verse was underwhelming in the sense it seemed to lack direction. I think the picture they got was a little bit hard to extract a concept from, so I believe this had something to do with the overall outcome. There were some good lines that stood out on their own, but the piece didn't seem to be cohesive as a whole. I'm looking forward tos ee what you have in store for us next week man. Witty took a more abstract approach but utilized the things going on in the picture well. I like the religion / brainwashing and turning u into a chameleon aspect. Good shit Witty. This ended in a 3-0 KO for Witty.

Fresh vs Bonac

Fresh

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Landscape of a Mind

Landscape of a mind; incarnated.. Descartes says it best
Impartial to the spectrum, truth is a sediment
The path less travelled gives way to rudiment
I learn from my mistakes, and everything I ever said-I-meant
The edge between a crescent scene and a thirst for knowledge
Quench it clean w/ the water that carved the passage; flawless
Flex routine inside my head reenforces mind fabrics; solace
The scape is measureless, the potential is astronomic
Exercise the mind, provide torque n you grow
In the end we all meet at a fork in the road
Some of us just get there sooner, life impeded
As the shadow casts a curtain on the night, strategic
A new dawn is upon us, culminated when the light's receded
I don't just live life it's running through my veins; I bleed it
As I travel down the path of life I examine every blade of grass
The beauty is in the eye and reflections invade my cast
A world molded with no regard, an uncreated mass
To some it's ugly and hated, facial features aghast
But I'm having a blast, and if the reason's are not clear
Remember our origins and exactly how we got here

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I had both my parents but still I feel I was raised an orphan-
They killed my self esteem as I couldn't redeem or display importance-
So I would turn the page to release all my caged endorphins-
Enraged & morphing inta' someone fighting for love if only I could taste a portion-
I'd smile more, and you wouldn't see my face contortin'-
like a wild boar, every time I blubbered and cried-
I'm a child torn, who always felt so shunned & despised-
I have a wild scorn, and wish my soul could run for the skies-
No fun in my eyes cus you couldn't see em', I kept my face in the books-
Face it I'm shook, If I picked my head up it would be laced with a hook-
From an alcoholic father who every day was a crook-
He stole my innocence, and I'll never forgive him for his past endeavors-
My despise is infinite, so its a lie if you believe nothing lasts for ever-
And thru my eyes in each book every character & chapters treasured-
Fire flies would shine to light my childhood, a road of darkness-
but I wouldn't put them in jars to be trapped like me cold & heartless-
My fathers control was tarnished as I escaped his abuse thru imagination-
My mind was saturated with the stories I read, it became an infatuation-
Till I was top of my class But my dads wrath would last till graduation-
And the entire time I was growing up I was burdened with the task of waiting-
For this day where I would storm thru life & it would be shook from my thunder-
No one knows how strong I am on the inside, don't judge a book by its cover-

Fresh's Review

Well well well, my first SS (or topical piece for that matter) in probably over a year. Gotta say, it feels good to be back. I've been really pushing myself in the text battle aspect of writing and strayed away from topical's but I'm back bitches so whoever is striving for that champ spot is got some work ahead of em!! This battle was ok though, I wasn't overly impressed with my work and was actually somewhat surprised I got a vote. I feel like I had some good idea's and really started off strong, but as I went further I lost my traction and slid off course a bit and basically finished it for the sake of finishing it. Bonac had a fairly strong showing here and wrote a more personal piece with some great metaphorical content that he extracted from aspects of the picture. Overall it was a very enjoyable piece and I thought you used the picture much better than I did. I dunno who Bonac is but I'd say he's gonna be a problem for anyone gunnin for that champ spot. Good battle Bonac. This ended in a 4-2 win for Bonac.

Erebus vs Storyteller

Storyteller

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My imaginative foe
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So with a steady hand he tended to dabble a mess
Started lurking among the alleys were people valiantly wept.
Shaded chrome among the ports and left the chalk for proof,
Kept the loop a significance ; that the animals loose.
The stencil, a vivid portrait of reproach to what drowns
Delving into the horrid future thats supposed to surround.
Vultures aging with every snip dabbled below,
The cultures fading by not giving angles to grow.
Feet lay sleepless; taking a journey thru apnea grove
Passing the cove of misfortune till its vanity crows.
The image; a brutal panic nearly asking to croak,
Feeling the urge to surpass a woe thats basking afloat.
Hear the screams; the agony and how the sky engulfs,
All this massacre that mattered but as passengers? No.
Shading in the crevice most tend to ignore,
Description is key... till such an idea is scorned.
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Powers Off The Device
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These endeavors keep me pacing, back and forth in a room,
That echoes my own mistakes with writers block in the loop.
Chasing with such aggression a depression of dreams,
Where fallacy becomes valiantly the horrid nightmare in sleep.
Trouble calls every time I seem to incline progression,
Tailoring these screams that fall at the seams of my essence.
Slowly fading to the darkness thats far from the harvest,
Staying awake becomes the game thats easily applied to me as the hardest.
Pseudo images leaving a devilish trend
It was serene; to see my own casket decend.

My life as an artist is at best described; dramatic,
Most get the initiative but forget the schematics.
Im more human than most especially characters posed,
Infatuation for these demons keeps me and Nazareth close.
Sudafed nostalgia as were gassed with the hype,
Let it burn throw the facade as we churn in the night.
Remedies tune away but im more content with these notes,
Cause at the end of the day this is still something I wrote.
I am my worse critic. A grimace i empower
Now and days writers forge to others liking; typical cowards.


Erebus

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Johanssen’s Forgotten Mission

Log Entry - Day 124
Oh my god, words can’t describe how I feel inside
An hour ago we got the news, he made it, he survived
We all knew the risks when we jaunted out thrill seeking
But I’m overcome with joy at the news that he’s still breathing
You’re a smart ass Mark, but while we stay on this hellish commune
It’ll be enough for us to know that they’re coming to get you soon

Log Entry - Day 167
We did it again last night, what a bunch of foolish folk
I swear day by day I’m thinking that Lewis knows
I knew that I liked him as soon as the man spoke
He has me saying stars, gosh, that was a bad joke
We’re in space and it’s all the craziest job
Yet I can’t stop thinking “Will Lewis hear me updating this log”?
Can you believe it, they want us to return and save Mark
I’d be lying if I said that I felt the same spark
I hate Mars, okay that’s not specifically true
But it’s another damn year of us living the blues
I’ve got many reservations to say the least
But I suppose, if it was him, he’d be saving me

Log Entry - Day 334
Ehhh…okay, what was that?
What an awful plan, they all gone mad?
I’m sorry NASA, but this is completely insane
If it doesn’t work, I turn zombie and start eating their brains?
I trust Martinez, he’s amazing with flights
But either he’s right, or I’m taking his life? That’s not a wager I like

As the fuel truck reached, the airlock breached
As pressure poured out, the mission ceased
The room awash with sullen eyes, it was a killer to choose
And all but Johanssen phones home to deliver the news
Tears flood the room, but all of them killed
As each of the crew mates lay down and swallow the pills

Log Entry - Day 351
I did it.

Fresh's Review

This was one of the best battles of the week if not the best battle. Storyteller had a well put together verse with a smooth deliver and nice rhyme scheme. The story for me was a little confusing and I had to read it a few times to get the feel of it, but in the end it was a really good verse with lots of metaphorical content and overall good use of literary devices. I think there was a little bit of confusion at least for me, but some of the other voters really enjoyed it and didn't feel the same way. Perhaps preference or perhaps their mind was just able to pick it apart better than me. Erebus had an interesting take on the picture, and told a cool story about a man (hitman?) with a mission and at the end of the piece his mission becomes clearer. There is still some curtain pulled across as we don't know the reason or the intent of the narrator, but all in all I really enjoyed this piece. Storyteller ended up taking this battle 4-3. Good shit fella's.

[Fresh]

143 vs 'phX (Cody Pheonix)

phX'

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Come il Gatto e la Volpe

"Tear softly through the depths of flesh,
devouring every sinewy inch.
To sup the velvet’s salty tang,
crushing the bones within each clinch."

There's a curse in me, worse as worse can be, I think its a man who will murder me,
first I see if can I burden these hurtful dreams 'fore he comes with that burning release...

At my age, my days still're with illness and pain now turned to negative circumstances,
it bests me, ravaging the man in me til it fills his face and he directs the worst of actions,

First comes the madness, blood curdling screams and a black out in unorderly fashion,
then bearing fangs - glaring shame - I pull apart and tear away my covers 'he's' lashing,

Irrational emotional impulse, a tongue in reaction, quick to word everything happening,
because I don't like it, I'm first to fly off the hinge, burst into fighting him attacking me,

"And draw to lips such sweet delight,
to taste sheer terror in the veins.
Bathing rich in futile cries of help,
until not a drop of hope remains."

cos at night, he stalks me as prey, chalked in the shade hoping he wont haunt me today,
but it clutches me, thrusting scenes of bloody dreams- running til I find jaunting escape..

putting me underneath thunders breaching plundered pleas 'til I pause to breathe, then feint....
hazy blue crazy loops insanely drew do nothin' but comfort me 'his' way til I dont see a thing..

waking ones self, recollecting a well of emotions in solemn yet to be damaged parts,
I start putting hope in my heart, folding 'his' cards 'till I can finally play hand to spar,

but then.. a fight begins that I will win, his eyes, my grin - with a poker face - is thriving within,
having the ace in the hole will break his whole hold, he bites then I flinch, then I'm sliding it in,

"Drinking in a final daunting gaze,
but left this wreckage cold and dead.
My quickened pulse and torrid beats,
the only proof of where I’ve tread."

it's almost over, the cold slips over as a blanketing freeze with fur as scraggly can be
begins thrashing, he bleeds cracking at seams and the fire goes out passing through me...

a strange things it seems, I reach out asking "are you done with fuckin with me?"
he laughs, he masks the fiend that he likes to be unbecoming that something I see..

So I relax but then real fast, a relapse, there's that wolf in my nightmares again'n my eyes glare,
it's still something that can live inside, having its own thrills for my fear every night I hide there...

They say this man's a fiend after me.. a dead man yet to accept his call to flee, I'm all he needs..
no stranger to see, every nights different and this anger? I need it to hang with this demon cos


"Crumpled ivory on the damp dirt floor,
sugared adrenaline in the air.
The grin of Satan stretched upon this face,
with not an ounce of said despair."


this is how I fall asleep


143

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Of lifetimes, spinning, a visage monetizing this moments momentum
Components intentions intuitively dismissive of fermented conviction
It's like delegates of commonality relegating the abstinence freely
Besting subjugation and hesitance, removing their pertinent accidence
Vowing that cannibus acridness underline its accidents, deeply
Dining with subversive commissions, surreal in penitent ampleness

Alone, breeding the malcontent at random beats per minutes
Greasing, Deus ex Machina, releasing the feats invented
Track form dance with spins of an angelic valedictorian
Restoring reasoning, enjoying the seasoning of female Singaporeans
Machismo wrapped Deloreans signal arrival of competition
The steps here are viral, intentions previewed in premonitions
Platters hum like war drums, A vizier announcing Jihad
You Tubing inducing the truth of this, excised from its facade
Doors of the arena swing as fader clicks warn of trouble brewing
In the public eye, I am an underdog impaled in scrutinizing skewing....

Announcement commence the tests of wills, who war chest bigger
I taunt, flaunting the last battle that I dissected, blessed this nigga
Fader hand flails, his mother clutches her purse like thieves are present
Breaking two click scratches, this nigga whining like OGs arrested
He returns with signature moves, seen recorded with a million views
Throwing random jabs that land but don't hurt, but get its just dues
I just use the tactics that smack tricks, orbital scratches connects
So much that mp3 through laptop stop working, his system rejects
Simplicity comes when the beast mode is activated
Actions are hated, me and this win are finally mated.......

I can clearly say that this battle pulled out another life of me
Concluding festivities anxiously, reverting back to my intellectual properties
Circumvention bestowing rewards, technical audio scholar
They bartering social livelihoods as their blood crown my collars.....

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Fresh's Review

The other battle that was potential for BOTW. 143 really had a good piece, I think most if not all of us failed to grasp the approach he was going for, as 143 pointed in the Chat. It was supposed to be a 2 dimsensional aspect, with the vocabulary doing a visual play rather than a lyrical one as too let us see the transformation into the other dimension of the topic. Maybe this was too abstract, or maybe we just need to open our minds a bit and be more open minded when reading these pieces as not to rob anyone of the props they deserve. After reading it a few more times, it definitely makes more sense, but in the end I can't say whether this would have changed my vote as Cody wrote a really good piece delving into the transformation of a man into a werewolf. The imagery and the way you explain what's going on inside the guys mind while the transformation is taking place was really cool and I feel like exploring these 2 aspects at the same time and successfully conveying them would be a hard task indeed, yet you did it almost flawlessly. Very good battle, but 'phX ended up taking this one 5-0.

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SELF ACTIVATE

This was a close call, and The Law would have taken this again if he had voted on everything, but he didn't. SELF dropped very good feedback in every battle, and showed a really good understanding of everyone's verse. Let's all make an effort to drop a vote on everything and leave as detailed of feedback as we can. So far voting has been really good with the exceptions of a few things.

Outro

Alright gentleman, this has been a really dope week with some exceptional verses and only one no show. Let's take this momentum and continue into this week with a bang. I know all your capabilities and hope you bring your best to this shit, I'd like to see some HOF SS Battles this season so help me out with that! Anyway fuck you all and love you all as Witty would say.... I'm out!


@Bonac @'phX @143 @Witty @Erebus @Sammy @OG Maestro @The Law @2triple0 @Storyteller @Tempest @Fatt Sajak @HighEngineChief @SELF ACTIVATE @Nigma @Easy.

[Fresh]

Couldn't put more than ten picture per post, so had to break this into 3 posts.

Enjoy

[Erebus]

Cheers mate. My verse was taken ridiculously different ways by voters, loved it haha. Johansson was an astronaut from the book (and I guess movie) The Martian. If the refuel failed, everyone else would take pills and she'd survive by eating them till she got home. It was barely touched on and didn't come about, but I liked that idea. Rushed the verse though. 1-1 now Story

[Cody Phoenix]

Great job @Fresh thanks for the shoutouts and review, I appreciate the hard work you're putting in.

[Sammy]

great stuff brutha @Fresh love reading these things

[Fatrick Swayze]

Good mag

[2triple0]

lol dope mag enjoyed every bit of it

[The Law]

Great mag. Appreciate all that time you've put in.

[Witty]

Dopeness, props bro!

[SELF ACTIVATE]

Looks like a lot of time and effort was expended here, but it was well worth it. Dope read, analysis, and break downs. Makes SS even more interesting.

Good shit.

[Bonac]

Yo fresh thanks a lot for the compliments on the verse its much appreciated...I thought it was a pretty decent battle. your vocab is something to take notice at and the flow was on point for the most part. Also I'm liking the mag a lot and how shit on this site actually gets done to be honest. good shit