Hw Title Match Bounce (Champ 9-0) Vs. Born To Kill 6-3

[Tim]

Hw Title Match Bounce (Champ 9-0) Vs. Born To Kill 6-3

Checkins Due Thursday June 1st 11:59 PM Western
Verses Due Saturday June 3rd 11:59 PM Western

Topic: Cry for me the tears of blood

Vote on 3/4 battles. More if possible. Thanks.

[Bounce]

Damn I wish I would have saved my looking behind these bloody eyes concept (ebola) for this match. I hate writing along the same lines topic wise.

good luck born... with this topic this should be interesting.



EDIT: Thead cleaned and verse edited in..

dope shit born, as always...

-Bounce

[Born To Kill]

Aight...

Let's do this...

Peace

[Born To Kill]

War Mongers
(Cry For Me These Tears of Blood)

I’m infected with suspected animosities...
Towards this horde of lords and their subjected atrocities.
My guests guess I’m stressed, but I’ll never confess...
It’s impolite to profess what conscience knows to suppress.
Their stride won’t be broken; it’s honed in victory marches...
It’s why psalms of mourning are spoken under cathedral arches.
Their declarations, in self-defense, it seems...only represent death...
For wars to be scored; winners deemed...1000’s must lose breath.
So they’re deft in argument and excellent in debate…
Cuz they politically represent the fiercest creatures of hate.
So I relate to their whims, act impressed with their observations...
While pushing back the severed limbs I see in imagination.
The tattered bodies from bombs, the hostage’s head unattached...
An updated Vietnam...
................Another generation of children’s innocence snatched.
Yet these mongers of war I break bread with...
Who recite history with rapport more related to myths.
Are superiors of mine...above me in line on the totem...
So I’m forced to ignore my spine...along with my scrotum.
Promotion’s only a notion if you bend over far enough...
Snuff opinions to rise in dominions and never unroll your cuffs.
Work hard, kiss ass...retract what you know is fact...
Fit in with the system...even though the foundation’s cracked.
Must be why men like this never cease to exist...
They’re always so rich and so hard to resist.
All about war, oil...anything that earns...
Polymers, enriched soil...who gets fucked is not their concern.
The lust for power’s like nymphos to sex, keeps these old men hard...
So if mercy is what you naively expect...well...lube is of little regard.
It burns my heart to be groomed for a place in their Room...
Where the Board’ll be strapped to my ass so I can fuck the big pussy too.
A Cuban in one hand and the finest crystal with scotch in the other...
Indulge in contraband, holding the 12 years aged as they would a lover.

I’m covered in disdain and shame...choking back my tears of blood...
And my soul screams from being slain, honor falls and lands with a thud.

Then suddenly, I resurrect what’s me...or what’s left of me to grieve...
And sling my serving tray against the wall behind these thieves.
These muggers of life, these contributors to campaigns...
Who help make a widowed wife as they down their champagne.
Silver slams with a clang, the flutes sing a last song as they’re shattered...
Then I scream to this gang...”Does only your life matter?!?!?!”
“Your millions and millions keep the military as minions...
You give donations to this nation...but you also give it it’s opinion.
You influence senators and congressmen...even our president...
To go to war...even when...the evidence ain’t evident.”

First, there’s shock across faces...then it morphs into anger and rage...
Over all I’ve betrayed, so high up on my soap box stage.
I envision my office shut up, company car repossessed...
Corporate cards cut up...stock options gone for my protest.
I digest the future I’ve made...as their shouts and insults assail...
And how nothing I’ve said today will be felt like the seeing to Braille.
I’ll be forgotten in a week, replaced by another geek...
Eager to exercise greed with their tried and true techniques.
So I shriek at these antiques then freak with my physique...
Throwing punches in a melee; knuckles against their cheeks.
I’m outnumbered ten to one, but they’re old and strength is none...
I easily break their talon grips; cold, icy fingers get outdone.
A punch here, double-axe there...bare hands everywhere...
My elbow hairline fractures...heads without any hair.
In despair, the last one begs, blood streaming from his cracked egg...
Crying tears of desperation as urine flows down his leg.
I kneel and reach with ripped knuckles...hands dripping with plasma...
And touch his streaming tears, tainting the salty drops as it happens.

“Now you’re crying tears of blood...just like every soldier’s mom...
Who lost a child to your greed and some insurgent’s roadside bomb.
Your broken arm resembles the torture the bases you pay for deal...
And that shattered hip that’s got you stranded...is how the soldiers feel.
Unable to come home, no sign of when that’ll be...
Trapped in a warzone...just like you are with me.”

Then I rise, cuz adrenaline’s draining...pain I now understand...
So...for the one that’s still remaining...I’m gonna need to wrap my hands.

The End

[Bounce]

Intro:
This is not the same old war story...

I've long been known to script the gory... while I sit back and sip,
pen in grip, on disturbing trips provided by The Absinthe Pouring...
instead, I tap my life’s blood and serve you the roaring currents
that currently surge forth, in full force... A meal in full course!
of course, the coarse grains of hollowed smarts torn apart by
Situation Bullets... give birth to bleeding hearts. Born of Art, I
brush strokes on canvas of coronary marks. Joan of Arc fried
I burn deep in imagery melting flesh to paint fresh images of death
winded by the funk, kinda like old dudes, purple pills, & last breath
drink of my intoxication, this sure the fuck ain't Near Beer or O’Doul’s
so choose your poison wisely, as I bleed this pens ink...
.................................................. ................just for you to peruse

Cry For me the Tears of Blood: A story of Damnation

the stench of sulfur gripped the field of battle, as sanity rattled
in wake of disturbances and ripples in time, his soul embattled
Man wrestled on trestles between the realms; Scheol & Divine
vine like fingers out of shadows strummed misery via the spine
insurgents of the damned played this tool like a fiddle, as brittle
bones contorted in symphonies of sinful deeds… & took w/ ease
Antiquities sewn into seeds, & sprouted death in flesh w/ ancient keys
manipulated to take a knee & spit bile upon the alter of patient pleas
stipulated through inhuman tongue, forked on the skin of fiery lungs
the priory hung by The Son of Perdition’s umbilical, a scholarly chum
an evil known by some, as the antagonist of Christ; The Lawless One
This face of war burns eternal thru the infernal embers of Hell on Earth
a shell of dirt emulsified by death & hurt gave birth to the Devils’ mirth
the pagan scripts of cold blood drained from that of hunted witch
summon that of which we speak in whispers, as the times bewitch
as modern light’s controlled by switch, our soul’s susceptible…
…………………………………………………….....................to mental flips


Hand in wretched hand
We dance by the light
…of full moon
A nation of fire worshipers
entranced by mushroom clouds
…in full bloom

We fly solo on wings
…of the fallen
never alone though, although
…low enough
to evade the Son’s glare
…& Fathers calling

Parasitic by nature, we stay
…in the flesh
Wicked Kings of old holding
…the strings
like a dark force of
…marionettes


cry for me the tears of blood from empty sockets
blackened pockets gouged out by foreign rockets’
red glare, war declared in the name of Beelzebub
Tempter of man, scepter in hand, w/ eyes of blood
spewing forth fountains of life spilled on earthly shrubs
Demons lust & lap up the remnants of, like thirsty cubs
and shape shift, as quakes hit with an ungodly love
flicking tongues to the sky in defiance of God above
rotted flesh, cracked & marred by the devil’s scared
mark of the beast, from thin to obese, demonic puppets
march on the heart of man in droves, while trumpets
sound in heaven warning wayward flocks, of war foretold
forebode by scribes of old, dark armies march fourfold
the numbers of man, & annihilate Kings in every land
drinking blood straight from skulls of the righteous clan
the might of the damned smashed the machines of war
true weapons of mass destruction possessed deep…
……………………………………………..............in mans core

The battle wages on, the city of angels called upon
descendants of nephilim to hold the ground in Babylon
flesh torn of flesh, winged armies of God descend upon
ranks of the deviant & clash in battle as the flash of swords
blind the living pawns, tears turn to blood on this dawn
of war, as the solders of paragon converge on Aragon
the very soil that Ferdinand & Isabella were married on
the great battle of Spain stained troops worlds over in fight
geysers of crimson hue spouted rivers of good & evil alike
Angelic forms engaged the advancing cries of satanic rage
talons against swords. winged generals roared like lions
as the occupants of Hell, howled in an ancient tongue
the heavens rumbled as the voice of a 144 thousand hummed
psalms in Aramaic to quell the beast, as Gabriel swooped down
yielding the sword of knowledge to cut the head off deceit
as the dark prince pounded human flesh covered drums…
……………………………………………………...........…...of retreat


It’s kind of Ironic how a burning bush commanded Moses,
Yet a Bush burning for command is damning most of us!


Cry for me the tears of blood:
-By Bounce

[Facts Machine]

WHAT THE FUCK?! i left like an extended essay voting for this and my post never posted? wow i ain't writen a bunch of shit over right now so let me make it short.

bounce had the rhymescheme and vocab with a nice story-line. BTK had the more emotional story-line but his rhymescheme and vocab wasn't as storng and if the vocab and rhymescheme was better then he would have won. Bounce's made interesting references and both had nice imagery but bounce's was better executed but slightly cuz BTK's imagery was pretty good. a disapointment was that btk talked about war after bounce talking about war... it showed lack of originality and versatility considering we all know BTK's a big war fan, but that actually goes for both of you, cuz see war-concepts have been used sooo many times so it's only right you come creative with it if u r gonna use it, both came creative but BTK wasn't THAT creative.

v/Bounce... close one tho.

[Bounce]

whoa whoa whoa, let me clear this up now.

El, dude born posted before me, he posted one day before me. I edited in my verse in the spot out of pure chance, I didn't even think about such an issue. I wasn't thinking I guess. If that makes you change you're vote, please do so. BORN POSTED FIRST, it's these damn admin editing issues, you can't even see when I edit something. I will re-post my verse after borns, i ncase this causes a similar issue with voters.

sorry born, I didn't even think about that... although I think we both had completly different concepts in our verses, if you grasp them correctly.

[NiNjah Red]

wow diggady. hot battle f'sho....... born came on point. concept ran deep. multies was poppin off like m16. flow was hot. . liked the explicitness you put accross, and angered emotion.......sum sic aliterations made for nice poetics mixed w/ rap flows of the heezy n was easy to follow. HOT shit

bounce.......tite flows n rythmicals. poppin off w/ sum multies as well.......nicely formated.. imagery was sic. smooth ass ish.....plenty of sic imagery in fact. sum psychotic thought's involved here. murderous lines...... vocabs was top shotter shit f'sho........neat poetics laced in tyhe joint also......nice ending. sharp shit

vote-Bounce..sharper and sickermore vocab and outstanding imagery. born was hot n woulda beat mos' katrs w/ that joint. but bounce bounced it

pz1

[T-Square]

alright I dont care who posted first, you were both absolutly dope, another awesome title match, I think the 4th one in a row, so close its almost disgusting,

Overall Bounce came with originality, the flow and vocab were damn near even both sides, I couldnt even tell you who did better, now the end result comes to me in key lines and I would have to give that to Born To kill,

After re reading his vurse its just too much to quote, both were raw as shit, but in my humble HW title opinion, BTK upset bounce

[Ace of Aces]

honestly still don't know who to vote for...perhaps I'll figure it out when I'm down typin' what I got out of this.

Bounce-as always, you've once again managed to write the most in-depth and detailed verse of the week. you've drowned your verse with complexity and dressed each vocab with enough wit that provides us readers with several minutes of blank thoughts. only flaw in my mind, was that you've over shot the topic, trying to cover too much at once. This to me is an error because for once, it confuses the reader, and for another it loses emphasis on the main point and thereby destroys the theme, or soul of your verse. in the end, i only got a sketch of what you were trying to portray, which although was dope, just didn't hit me enough to care as much.

BTK-you've managed to get closest to beating Bounce in all honesty. The way you portrayed extreme thought with the use of a complacent writer's voice that gives just enough wisdom to edge understanding and enlightenment. unlike what I got from Bounce's verse, you nipped a single theme and bashed it till it was blatant, and that is what I think in the end gives your verse the edge in this battle.

both verses were long, complex in their own ways, and dope as hell, but only one can receive my vote, and because it brushed my intellect and emotional a bit more...

v/BTK

keep it up you two.

peACE

[Nib Oswald]

Wow. I REEEEALLY wish I had time to read these and vote, but it's last week of semester and I have essays and exams up the wazoo.

[Seneka]

I don't know, honestly, I think Bounce is starting to fade a little bit, but shit the esai has a family, a full time job and a full time hobby on the side. The reason I say that Bounce is because this rap is too much like your last one with another Middle East reference and Isreal and the same style. And that's too bad because it was the better rap technically. BTK, not quite as good technically, but still (for now) better than me. And The better rap emotionally. That was the tipping scale. And it makes me realize how insignificant my crappy ass rap against Tim was.

v/BTK by a slight margin

[Donald Trump]

Born To Kill- Id just like to say you dropped dope i liked your point of view in the verse and how you managed to use multies the whole time without forcing them...you got a theme and stuck with it the whole verse which was cool because it gave me a better visual of what your were trying to show your story was very emotional and you had a great rhymesecheme i loved your verse man good job

Bounce-Your opener was dope man too bad people dont understand the complexity i liked the way you uses 6-6-06 to your advantage by writing the antichrist in red your verse was overall more creative and you had a wittier rhymescheme

Overall-i think Bouce won this with more creativeness

[Chrit.]

this was very, very good

you two are some of the few people I enjoy reading...

technically... you both are incredible... so really... it all just came down to which piece I had more enjoyment reading...

when it comes to that... Bounce drew me in slightly more... this was very close though


v/ Bounce


take it for what its worth... I'm no topical head

[Born To Kill]

4-3 for Bounce