Valley of Fools
Buried up to your neck in necromantic connection,
a necrophiliac's wet dream, bedsheets maggot infested
shallow, sandy depression, mecha-Necropolis, roses
laid next to your necklace as the sarcophagus closes ..
comet explosions executed lizards in spaceships,
so clearly transmitted in hieroglyphic arrangements.
crypts in the basement, limestone, room-temperature morgue
Unlike anything that you've imagined ever before ;
Ink-blots of thick, dried decay cake a desolate floor
contrasting puffy white fungus clouds caressing the door
like a fresh watercolor, still too wet to absorb
crimson drips down every wall in late impressionist form.
fallen temple for corpses, where a destiny's born
praised as God-body passengers on Heavenly tours.
Adding desert to storm, plus a sense of abandonment -
Pharaoh burials with arrowheads, incenses & candlesticks ..
Ra, the negligent pacifist, succumbing to His shadowy sickness,
they built this valley in pitch darkness during random eclipses,
the birth of something dead .. a stark abstraction, but vivid
where Truth is unveiled by cloak-n-dagger magic assistants,
sewer rats in wooden traps, mouths foaming, rabid afflictions
Pearly thrones beyond a gate for those who travel the distance ..
is it Random, Grey, or Purpose ticketing Tragedy's visits?
for some, sweet relief - others, the saddest decision ;
Alas, it was written. Cumulus created notes in the clouds
as those deific souls present copied most of it down.
all they missed was lost forever .. now it may only be found
by those cancer-stricken, lynched, smothered, broken or drowned ,
the Enlightened, Karma-driven, faithful, hopeful, the proud
Belief is physically the one & only motionless sound.
Belief is but a cycle, spinning slowly around -
Illuminating the crease in Ka's emotional frown ..
words Holy as Tao, but these explanations fail to deliver,
as streams of conscious capsize every boat that sails in it's rivers -
answers to questions equal cross & nails to a sinner,
like written images for death are drops of hail in a blizzard.
The scales of a lizard, ascending walls in a diagonal groove
Once a palace, now a sacrifice to camera crews ..
embalmed in deafened screams, The End, where actuality rules,
Another tomb inside this Valley of Kings, Valley of fools.
By Black D
Congratulations on winning the championship....not.
Here are the names that were defeated in the Semi Final of the Anonymous Topical Tournament.
Writer 9 (1st) / Writer 9 (2nd) / Writer 2 (3rd) / Writer 3 (QF) – The Law (Previously defeated Snoopy316, UhMAZING, InCizion & Zygote)
Writer 26 (1st) / Writer 6 (2nd) / Writer 7 (3rd) / Writer 4 (QF) – InCizion (Previously defeated Agonize)
SHEEP GOD - Inception
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Originally Posted by SHEEP GOD
Trojan horse final force flame out Morse code roast flows, you turkey brains
Overload domes like minds tried to be accepted
In every town, city and state but Rome/
Shown out the verses, preach in public
Iron out the rubbish when you begin to scrub it down like a battleship/
Grip pens until the air escapes the vessel
Masculine tab actual facts come off the range, aim and shoot the page/
Shame the game, act like a baby face rapper who still can’t shave
I stab the page in rage typing out bars, writing down hearts
Spitting with flames only thing that can extinguish me the vacuum of space/
Waste my time, you get wasted in a time loop via my flow becomes a paradox
To each their own, get thrown outta plane with my name never being uttered/
Soul capture your ratting bastard masterfully pulling out cha Appleseed
Read me deeply get cha very sleepy infect your brain with more methodology
Theologically screwing up your perception interception is deeper than any recollection you ever had nautically or metaphysically/
Drill knocks shining docks plot on your dreams
Reload my ammo can battle bans shadow Stans
Get lambasted faster than fakes trying to be jakes at funeral’s and wakes/
Get the shakes you freaking bacon crisp head pipe line
Iron sight rhyming too tight not to snipe out cha mind
Before that we just bumped beats and let the verse rewind/
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Black Book: Your flow and vocabulary were pretty solid. The rhyming was there in a unique way too. Not the normal rhyme structure but that's not a bad thing. You didn't have much of a story or purpose in this piece, though. Seemed to just be a rant on a bunch of random shit. Like all of it was about writing and rapping but it was sort of all over the place and had a bunch of references that didn't really connect to me. Just try to make your next piece not seem as scatter brained. Have more of an organization and clear point to it.
EtH: I instantly got a very venomous style about it. I could even go as far as the flow was almost snake like, which I guarentee is a phrase I have not said before. At times, I felt you were getting a little bit carried away with the rhyming and not really keeping your mind on what you were supposed to be writing about, but it was nothing major. I'd like to see you take a bit more of a storytelling direction in the future instead of the 'in general' style like this had, as that way you will be able to improve the topical specific aspects.
HariZon aka Storyteller ft. Just Write - Substantial Matters
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Originally Posted by HariZon
Through weaves of infrastructure, I've built a repertoire ,
So rest a sure to rep the core of dispositions at our nations door.
Hold the chord- strumming death is just an open chore,
Laid in depth, I paid respect with wounds of an open sore.
Living legend where bibles recite for pensions,
Heaven with hecklers, clanking through various dimensions.
A breathing section where the smoke seems to clear intentions,
Leaving mentions for acceptance a denied state of presence.
A lonely peasant tho the path I shadow S'mine to bear,
I mind to share so my past is vague to those who strive to care.
Minus pairs - which leaves us as single delegates
We can all thrive but feeding lies leaves u desperate.
Like taro myths, my palm will give you death as a settlement,
the future That i bring and hold- i keep completely separate.
"As followers of the book,
He who spoke with gods tongue- befriend the acts of lucifer.
Bleeding the ounce of memories,
Treading deaths company,
Bitter lonely and cold"
Just Write
the states relenquish their load on the meek n' the desperate
leeching off innocence till they bleed their possesions,
the screaming, the heckling, it wont lead to repentance.
you need to seek new dimensions to percieve my perspective.
break free from opression by any means neccesary,
because it's we who decides whats needed or temporary.
i'm leading the blind till this smokescreen tarries
so I don't fall prey to deciet and proceed to perish.
and if you cherish your freedom, kids study your rights,
cuz when the day arrives you'll all have to get up & fight.
see, we're the calmest at night but it's not cuz we're sleeping
we're just channeling thoughts past our process of thinking,
i hope when the sun arises, we no longer see out the eyes of heathens
but that a fire ignites inside us and give our lives new meaning.
He knew the only way of acknowledgement...
Was to pass foes of the darkest of souls,
Remissible prose that bowed an arrow thru foes.
Timeless- capsule closed reaching for a purpose is deemed,
A self act in between Hell's Kitchen where it's never said of what's seen.
A settling scheme that cleans the minds of the free,
Tending to bent iron that speaks a language death silently treats.
He knew not to weep for weakness held an abominable weight,
Classical traits that prey'd into the shadowing wait.
Practical phase that lent hands to peel the nails shallowly straight,
Unraveling displayed that bellowed a soul 6 ft. To it's fate.
Pardon the wake but this dream is spiraling to a mess,
Somebody find the hex to take without taking a breath.
Scoundrel of death, I await for my binge of acceptance,
Wrap time with a vengeance and spear god for some leverage.
A shadow that's headless no one shakes me to be separate,
So I lay uncontested no strings to model- I'm helpless.
That's the feeling I'm left with cause judgement is played,
We have the right to bare arms but with the same sex it's reckless.
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My brother knew whats right and was raised to stand firm,
So being gay led him to see my father sooner I've learned.
So today I churn and let the smoke cry wolf in his urn,
And follow suite for true love- sometimes you gotta let it burn.
[i]R.I.P Michael Swanson
The gayest man I knew but the proudest father of 3 adopted girls and loving partner since gay rights came a thing of blessing!
Miss ya Bro!
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Black Book: This was a good piece. The imagery and vocabulary were nice. The flow was there too and the rhymes were on point. I don't know which one you are Harizon, but I feel Story Teller was the better than Just Write a little overall, but both did very well. I don't really have much to say here. Just good work.
EtH: This is a rare topic to see on the very hetrosexual persona based rap sites we get a lot. I remember I was blasted once on Datpiff to challenge someone to a topical where the main character was gay. Storyteller's rhyming was awesome in that repetitive RA the Rugged Man style. Just Write took a different route, and was impressive with his long syllable rhyme schemes which never broke from the topic. There isnt too much to say other than this was a dope drop that I really enjoyed reading. I hope to see more from you guys in the future.