Good God, don't you people every know when to shut up? Everyone has their own hells, okay? Who's to say whether a suicide by fire or by firearm is any different? Everyone has had people they love taken from them. What I don't understand is the resentment that keeps building up. Garlador apologized. LET IT GO, DAMN IT! Enough, okay? I'm not going to say who's better or worse, or flame anyone else until this is over, because, quite frankly, there's no real NEED to. YOU don't need to act like what Garlador went through was easy, either. He didn't know, okay? He just responded to the INSULT you through at him. He's taken back every word, but you obvious can't forgive and forget. Bury it. It's dead to him, me, and everyone else. It never happened in my mind. And... just in case you're wondering... it was one of Garlador's friends that shot him in the shoulder. And he didn't do it for money. That's the last I'll say of it. I'm following Garlador's footsteps and I'm shutting up until this is over. I've said my piece. I think everyone else who's already voted should shut up, too.

I like your style Lucid.

Vab gets my vote

Goddamn ithow did this culminate into hate, Gar man I thought you were familiar with the concept of battlingas everyone else I thought were,things remain in the battle... beefs WILL NOT FORM see the talent not the content, please keep civil people don't point fingers dont deplore the other people I appreciate what lucid did for vab since he realized that votes do seem to be going by name alone, and yes it did lead to some discomfort but both Garlador and vab had some good stuff, this was never about bars, notes, transitions, just thisthingisdisabled in the form of a contest style was everything and they're both obviously different...

no Hostility, outside the lyrics of course...

no hard feelings...

I notice that the hostility didn't start until AFTER the raps. Ironic. And, even more so, the hostility was caused by, well, us voters more than Garlador or Vab. Quite frankly, and I'm not pointing fingers at anyone, the entire ordeal was caused by people who just didn't have the common sense to shut up, but rather decided to be jerks and idiots and pursue obviously sentimental and emotional subjects. I applaud Garlador and Saxtard for their stand to cease speaking at all until this thing simmers down, as that's a fine display of self-restraint and conviction. Yeah, as NeoScorpion stated, the only insults should be in the raps. You guys should have more respect for each other outside of the raps. As a newcomer, I was very disappointed with how you guys behaved, like a bunch of prissy 4th grade girls (K4E excluded because she is one.) I'm glad Gar and Sax finally got the idea and matured up to avoid needless bickering. Take note. Thanks.

Argh! Double post! Sorry. My bad.

hey vab nothing personal but by grandmother raps better than you and what's with the personal attaks on kitana and garlidor do you know how weak that makes you look.Im not making this post just to attack you personaly but to attack
anybody that uses personal attacks just to get a vote In my eyes that makes the user look stupid and weak.

but on to the matter at hand,who to give my vote
to.well I think I will give my vote to Garlidor.

Peace.

Actually, the personal attacks on Garlador were supposed to happen in the rap. But personal attacks came AFTER the rap by some other guys. But, I completely agree with you. But, be careful, devilkiller; we don't want another flame repeat. But, I like your logic.

Please, no more of that. Place your vote and thats all you need to say. No more of this flaming is neccesary, please delete it. All it leads to is me flaming the shit out of you, then someone flaming the shit out of me, and it all winds up as a terrible side effect, just because you thought you were begin witty.

Please delete all from that post except for your vote.
Akon, the flaming is over. Now you're just rooting him on.

What? "Rooting him on"? I just warned him NOT to start another flame thread. *sigh* Mute words to deaf ears... Forget it. Everything's cool, right? Let's keep it that way.

Edit: DevilKiller, remove your flames now, or I won't be afraid to start another flame fest. The only reason I have restraint is that I think there is some decency in you, enough at least to take consideration and know that you don't know what the fuck isgoing on in mine or Vab's life right now. Now, I don't know what is going on in Vab's life, but those lines are really getting to me. Remove them.

Edit2 : Thank you, Akon, for having respect.

Alright, alright. That was unintentional. I should have worded it better.

Just ignore him, Lucid. He cast his vote. I don't think he'll be back. But... are you in the rap contest yourself? I just signed up here, so I didn't even know about it. Wanna rap?

Rapping would definetly cheer me up right now, Akon. I just would really love it if he deleted his flames... I'm going to wave it by, but if he had ANY trace of decency in his blood, I would hope that he would delete that.

Would you like to spit first, or shall I? Are we even battling, or did you jsut want to Cypher?

:-p


Edit : No, I'm not in the tourney, I didn't come here until just recently. :(

I just wanna rap. If you want to battle, that's fine by me. Any rap is good with me. I'll go first:

Yo, steppin' up to the plate.
You see, I've given up on fate.
Shape my own destiny and maybe then I'll be
What I always dreamed laid dorment inside me.
All the flaming and the downpour of hate,
All the insult-naming confuses and frustrates;
Remember when this was pure? Down to it's core,
Rappin' meant more than simply words you could ignore.
Talk the talk and walk the walk,
But it all chalks up to mock, mock, mock;
Tick-tock, goes the clock,
Another damn knock against the rocks.
The abuse and the rage blows my mind;
Everyone's a lit fuse, trapped in their cage, struggling to rhyme.
Well, that's pathetic. I don't care about how "good you are."
It all sounds fake and synthetic. Where's the heart behind the scars?
C'mon, now, and blow my mind away!
I'll show you how; you rap it this way!
Rap it with style, and you'll go the mile;
Stop trying to defile it and ponder all the while
Other gawk at your work, thinking it a masterpiece.
The notion makes me go berserk; remember when rappin' was a release?
No bars, no lines, no stanzas, no whines.
Pure, unadulterated bananzas from the inside.
Don't cheapen it. Don't dampen that.
No one's reapin' in or snappin' back.
Just rap the rhyme, let if flow like the course of time.
Rappin' at the drop of a dime; the purest of all crimes.
So just let it go, and then maybe you'll know
How to let it flow... just like so.

heh heh my bad was'nt paying attition sorry if I
offended anybody.

Okay. Everyone's cool again. Suh-weet.

I guess we're cyphering!

See, even if my raps did beat
Every ass I see
And kicked every prick
That wanted to battle me
I’d still sadly be
A little piss ant with dreams
And that’s it-
I’ll never make it like the
Rapper, B. Rabbit
its sad, but he has has it
When Lads who Need Happiness
Like Mad Rapper Vab
Don’t even see a chance with spits
But they are three thousand percent
Better than these rappers who spit
Shitty Verses yet finish first
I don’t see what’s happenin!
If only radios listened
And TV shows payed their attention
Then they might change their position
And might play what he’s spittin!
But until that day he’s just sittin
Down and just sprays, but its getting
To where his sureness of being worthless
Starts to take over, he’s sickened!
And his friends don’t stimulate much either
He senses they send their praise, but don’t mean it
He’s tense, the days seem extremely
Senseless, needless to say, he’s screamin!
About his sprays that seem to be so great,
Known from the praise he’s receivin’
From schoolmates, but still he waits
For the day he’ll be leaving!


Was trying to lighten the mood... Not trying to insult anyone here, if it looks liek I was.


Edit : I use 3rd person, 'he', 'his'... It's really about me though ;)

Edit2 : Take note... that's not the best of my ability ;) That was typed up, first thing I thought of kept it, plus I didn't write it in my notebook first like I normally do.

Nice!

Ya see the truth behind the lies.
The shit he spits won't ever be realized
As long as they try to slap it with a label.
They'll just create conflict, like Cain and Abel.
They always water it down to try and make a buck.
That's not how it's supposed to sound? What the fuck?
Who cares who screwed whom over and who's wrong or right?
Hell, I didn't even care that Vanilla Ice was white.
At least he could lay it out for the show to start.
Now, it all that it amounts to is fashion labels and shopping marts.
Hammer has a new clothing line? P. Diddy a new perfume?
Have they forgotten their own kind? At this rate, rap is doomed.
Just 'cause you can rap doesn't make you an MC.
You can't be a rapper if everything that rhymes is empty.
It ain't right, but it's fuckin' life.
I can't fight the fight when I'm always backstabbed with a knife
By the rappers I grew up to praise and idolize.
Now, they waste their dollars and days tryin' to realize
What they had that made them great? Are they really just popular mistakes?
Everything now is dull and sedate. How much more can we take?
Time for a revolution of rhythm and sound.
A new constitution for the new boys in town.
Let's show them how to spit new shit
And prove to them it's legit and that it'll fit
Into a market scheme and not some back-alley head bash.
We're a new rap team, and we're above the fame, drugs, and cash.
We'll rap our way straight to the top.
Conquer it all with stylish hip-hop.
Shatter the barriers and shape a new fusion
Of musical carriers without the marketing confusion.
C'mon, now can get off your ass!
This is an opportunity we can't let pass
Us by and fade away. It won't fall into our lap;
So stand up and say that we'll revitalize rap.

Hmmm, those raps were pretty interesting, I liked how Garlador implied some mk theme's in his rymes, ad vabs insults were priceless. Damn, its a tough one, but Im gonna have to go with... Vab.

That was tight mang! My respect for you grows more :D

These stars take their fame and diamonds and show off
But our scars are unknown, our pain and triumphs are known not
It seems like I'm standing still! But at least still I stand,
These stars have dreams of being real, but would THEY kill a man?
Do they know what it means to be rhyming best, but not spittin for dollars?
Of course they don't, hey're fake G's, I heard Kanye West went to College!
I even see them getting help, while they whine,
You aren't an MC if someone else writes your rhymes!
Do they know what its like, when breathin in, when it seems for nothing?
Do they know what its like to go on, even when, no one loves you?
Of course not, they'll never see us, we're just ants to them
Just worthless pieces of trash for them to spit rants and bits

>.< I'm really out of it tonight

Nah. It's good.

Beaten down by all those standing around.
Booing and shooing me off the stage grounds.
I fucked it up again and lost my vision;
I lost focus, couldn't do the math or division.
My spit was gutter bombs, and my ass is toast.
I'm no longer calm. Of all things, this pisses me off the most.
Hands shacking, heart breaking, mind racking
Through all my material, stored up like a serial.
Now it's nuthin' but a lost goal.
These fucks expect me to sell my soul.
A sell-out? Fuck that! I won't be some corporate rehash.
I'd rather be a garbage rat than that; rather be trailer trash.
Drownin' sorrows with beer bottles and gun shots.
Need to think; crank it up full throttle, but my eyes are too blood shot
To see clearly. I'm missin' the vibe, missin' the rhyme.
Missing everything I tried to keep alive.
I just curse my girlfriend out and watch prime time;
Boozed up and strung up; any wonder I can't rhyme?
But I pick my worthless self off the floor
'Cause the fans will be beggin' for more.
And I have more in store; anything to get them off my front door.
They scream and beg and implore
Me to sign their hat, their baseball bat,
Pet their cat and name their rat.
I ain't a damn baby-sitter! But I also ain't a quitter.
So how the hell did I end up like this?
What happened to the friends with whom I took the risk?
They ran away, leaving me to carry the load.
I'll make them pay; either that or I'm gonna explode
From all the sorrow and sickness and despair.
Where's the rhymes? The plot thickens and, poof, we're there.
Back to the start. Another chance to cause hurt.
Another chance to be great; no time for mistakes.
The chance is alive again, and my soul can now find rest.
I won't forget my past sins; they're the fuel for rapping's best.

Wow, you're really good! How old are you?

And BTW, I'll post mine in a bit, started a word document instead of just using the Reply box :p

20. Give or take a year, depending on whether I want to play the nice guy for my folks and cops or the bad-boy at the bars. I'm rigidly flexible. And thanks. Your shit is pretty good, too.

Take a shot at how old I am. :p