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Certain
03-16-2015, 02:36 AM
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Round 1


The Basics | Read the full rules here (http://netcees.org/showthread.php?t=96884).

Check-ins are required by Wednesday, March 18, at 11:59 p.m. PT.

Verses are due Sunday, March 22, at 11:59 p.m. PT. Extensions of up to 24 hours are available upon request.

Votes are due Wednesday, March 25, at 11:59 p.m. PT. Each competitor must vote on three battles, with a penalty of one vote for every missed vote.

Verses may not exceed 48 lines or 650 words unless agreed upon by the opponent.

Topic


Road to Nowhere


Good luck, NYCSPITZ and Dominate.

NYCSPITZ
03-24-2015, 08:42 PM
ayo-


bubble wrap windows taped, conceal the tinted civic sedan
A man sits sipping beer, brewing his militant plans
dutch guts on the floor like shattered remnants of his vanishing soul
...he swore to right all of his wrongs playin paladin roles
Kevin sensed it - foreboding drenching him in ravenous cold...
yet turning ignition he creeps away from his abandoned abode
four blocks west, a sharp left to St. Nicholas Ave
every crack fiend stared - so uncommon was his villainous path
an iphone rings, its sound synchronized with audible breeze
and his celly screen reads the moniker off: "Solomon's Key"
"yaoo...I'm outside your crib now wit the bronco my dude"
'word keep that shit running my nigga, I gotta grab my poncho too'
Rakell steps in shades, a vest and jeans with black platform boots
an early twenties iconoclastic rounded back formed youth
dark clouds loom over the palisades - they slowly creep for the city...
we find them in a new car Jersey bound, feeling lethal and gritty
Harlem turns to Washington Heights, the Heights turn to the bridge
to parkway which leads to muddy woods in stride with a cliff
"you ready Sol"? Kevin asks it with controlled animal vigor
lockjawed, his partners' eyes reflect a fathomless winter
Kev slows and stops...one doubt now and action could wither
the man steps, walks around to trunk and opens the shit
then reaffirms seven sealed packages loaded with sniff
The pitter patter of rain starts to flow in noonday night
an engine roar approaches...along with a set of blue red lights
'ayo, what the fuck! what the fuck is this shit Kev'?
"Relax Sol...I'm only making sure that business is deft"
the undercover charger rolls next to Solomon's window
Kev steps out, approaching them as if laudable kinfolk
The sky darkens - Solomon's jaw drops in grey dim light
and when the three cops turn, they see the dealer making haste in flight
one of the new men casually states... "we should go get him"
Kevin: "later...first we gotta rob this crooked felon"
the brook is swellin some yards west, they pop the trunk with sleight
exchange efficient, like grammar rules from Strunk and White
The rain picks up - and undercovers retreat to sanctuary in glee
clapping hands, counting cash - three nefarious fiends
Kev sits in the back, a steady gaze as they smoke cigs in the front
an ebullient, yet nasty mood - he'll kill 'em at once
pullin twin nines he headshots, then starts fillin 'em up...
blood splatters dashboard - Jackson Pollock on the brink of divine
discarding bodies haphazardly, he shoots out of there in the blink of an eye
c'est la vie New York! He crosses the GWB a last innocent time...
entering Port Authority with simply a backpack and his wiles
approaching the woman, she receives him with a laugh and a smile
'Where you headed stranger'? he offers her the grandest salute
"I'm gonna have to lose myself...in the land of Peru"
he boards the Greyhound, headed away from justice, evil and fame
knowing that everywhere he goes, he'll find the people the same.



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