Week 9: (3-4) Symetrik vs. (4-4) Mr. J - [MR J WINS BY NO SHOW]

[Adonis]

http://i.imgur.com/uAJesXX.png

Season 6

Verses are due Monday 5/2 11:59 PST

Voting ends Wednesday 5/4 11:59 PST

Verses May Not Exceed 48 Lines

Voting on four battles is required. If you win and don't vote the requirement you will receive a loss instead. If you lose and don't vote the requirement, you will receive a one-week suspension. Please post links to your four votes in the voting thread.






Topic: That is the way this game is -- you win, you lose, you celebrate and you suffer.





G/Luck Mr. J symetrik

[Mr. J]

didjaknow Jesus was a carpenter......................................... ...word

[symetrik]

didjaknow Jesus was a carpenter......................................... ...word

have you started?
if yeah, I'll write tomorrow. if naw, I'mma tap out this week.

[Mr. J]

have you started?
if yeah, I'll write tomorrow. if naw, I'mma tap out this week.

Nah...but I was thinking of doing it tonight...we will see

[symetrik]

If there's someone else to play against go ahead. I'm gunna tap out for a little. Adonis

[Adonis]

sraL

Any time to handle light work?

Or
Bags

Another classic?

[asylum]

symetrik its like that? Man up.

[Mr. J]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pysf5ixCTQ

[Mr. J]

on a distant island....





As a smirk fades from her taut face, she ran...
reality hurts more than the dreams she had.
she doesn't react to the screams for one who needs help
others would feel different from what she felt.
merit doesn't get you far; neither does heart.
the quicker they fall... the sweeter the loss
another shot starts another race in the distance.
she begins to realize that the game has no limits
with forgotten cheers in the back of her head, she listened.
one lucky participant will no longer be in competition.
Her heart races as she continues to run ahead.
pushing her adrenaline until there was nothing left
Her subconscious echoed saying not another fucking step
as quick as a twig snapped her eyes began to regain focus
as swift as she is, she couldn't shake the pains hostess.
this deranged hopeless rag doll, armed with a javelin.
rapid hits sent her staggering, they weren't even battling...
almost...dancing...only one would leave, a seeded rumor.
as her limb snapped her family tree had a bleak future
while that apple rolled away.. she had seen fewer.
the sounds of defeat pound like thunder under the grey clouds
her spirit sank low as the memory started to weigh down
one step closer to celebration, nothing the departed can say now.
May the strong survive to live out the longest life.
leave the weak tossed aside continue on and strive.
beneath the trees battered by the days hottest sky.
the silence is broken as a swift wind takes a lock of hair
she steps back as a spurt of blood sparkles in the air.
just a small cut she thought as a boy covered in mud came running
his speed surprised her, but somehow his aim doesn't.
he seemed able-bodied & yet his fear made him distant.
with anxiety on his side that is what had made him vicious.
with a swift kick he tripped his opponent & swung fast.
he gripped 2 arrows as sharp as talons, he sprung back.
as she unsheathed her knife, waiting to be lunged at.
she operated with swift precision & the touch of an artist.
slicing the proper nerves, she worked like a marksman.
hitting each bulls-eye, with showmanship the crowd devoured...
she dodged a fist that swung with a huge amount of power.
sweeping him to the ground, paralyzed by the ground, he cowered.
with the hilt of her blade she banged it upon his open flesh
she looked into his eyes & uttered a phrase from a quoted text.
Winner take all, Survive the island & reap the riches to feed your hunger
That is the way this game is -- you win, you lose, you celebrate and you suffer.