Topic: This hole I dug
Line Limit: Open


Check in due 3rd of september. 11:59 Pacific
Battles due 7th of september.11:59 Pacific
Voting will end 11th of september. 11:59 Pacific
Next round will go up 12th of september

Winner stays for next round, two loosers leave tournament

Checkle Berry. .

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- Chryme Syndicate -

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check check check

cool....

how many lines, im thinkin around 30?

^ line limit = open smart guy.

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He haunts me no matter how i try it's in vain...

My brainframe implodes on itself from the strain
Of thoughts so insane that I'd previously attained
My fearful curiousity makes me open my eyes
My stomach acid rises up like tides, burning the sides
Of my throat, I'm hoping i don't pass out from the choking
Because the karma makes my sleep beyond death provoking
The natural concoction of nitrogen and oxy-
Generates a new me like something detoxed me
Suddenly all is clear, all my thoughts spring into action
I run into the back of the yard, where the roots are packed in
Fuck the shovel i claw through all the dirt and the gravel
Cursing out my mind for all the deepness in which i dabbled
Nails break as i penetrate the earth til i hit the solid mass
At my target location, i start to reminisce the past

Rewinding like Nas the bullet flies out of the man's gut
Like my fingertips are magnetised, pull off the handcuffs
He starts cuss sounding like his ass is speaking in tongues

I snap out of my dream to gather air in my lungs...

My visionary high angle, aligns with a torn sack
Viewing me back is an eye, in the shade of Scorn Black
His soul-less body hates me, but lately it don't phase me
Even though murder would be the case that they gave me
I'm in relative safety, having slain the beast
Now that he's ceased, I can try remain in peace

However...

Claiming this peace wasn't solved by attaining a piece
Even after death this nigga knows the paining he leaves
Anger fills my mind so i reach down and cover his mug
And re-bury my father in this hole that i dug

Ignored bills, unreturned phone calls all stack up high.
I sink deeper in debt, as every prolonged day crawls by.
Labor is useless as my paycheck reflects no college education,
swimming in a drool covered desk, reflects not having vacation.
Hunger endulges my insides until I chrn and spit them out.
Freezer infatuated with frozen T.V. dinners; Animated beef and brussel sprouts.
This world is harsh, I pay for crimes I didn't commit,
This Hole I Dug is to deep, how do I get out of it?

Kiss her mirror lips softly and reflect on the past.
Kissing another womans mirror lips, wondering if love would last.
The smell of multiple perfumes lingers around me still.
Her discovery would devastate us; Wonder if she ever will?
Strangling this relationship with heart strings so sharp,
then letting those same strings orchestrate romance like a harp.
Drown in toasts, we've had to many, we'll drink to that one too.
This Hole I Dug is small for me, but seems just fit for you.

Hunger for pain, nourish the feeling, how do I treat this?
Sprinkle the blade with salt, "that's tasty", simply leaves me speechles.
Blistered hands grip the shovel that designs my furniture,
"I like this death bed, it's comfy', i'll take this one for sure.
Sleeping peacefully in gods garden, everyone'll leave me alone,
they'll all slowly read the name, since it's carved out in stone.
I ruined my life and murdered my wife, evicted from my home,
so you see This Hole I Dug, is what I like to call my own.

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- Chryme Syndicate -

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sl!ckknife DQ'd, battle is now open for voting.

Aight, first off nothing amazing in both verses, but hey, first round didn't expect the best outta people.

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Came with little to no creativity. I expected someone to bury a loved one, it was ok. Vocab was fine, flow was on for most of the verse, just the story line really lost my attention. Nothing amazing, nothing even really quote worthy, a typical topical verse in my opinion.

Po' Wit.:

First off, it is gonna be fun if I battle you. With that said, your verse. A little for creativity far as plot is concerned. Nothing amazing still, but least you didn't go with the expected plain, you added somethin else to it. Vocab and all that is straight, but nothing that will make me read this again.

Powit for having some creativity.

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