RBTL Championship:[Champ] pHraNtiK (2-0) vs. LyricAli (2-0)
 

Check in's by Monday
Verses by Tuesday
Voting Ends Thursday

Topic...
What if...

P3?

p3, indeed..

What if…

…You left me?
Skies turn black
Clouds swell up
You turn you back
And I find the cup
You keep on walkin
And I take a sip
Your never talking
While the poison drips

…You stayed?
Skies still black
The Clouds erupt
We both turn our back
And wish to give up
we continue the fight
And chug from the cup
Stay up all night
Losing the love

Some choices don’t matter
It all ends the same
We choose just to flatter
Without knowing a name
We hurt ourselves to help
We care too much for others
We lose the needs of ourself
And deny our mothers
For girls a guy will do anything
What if that wasn’t the case
Angels would land and many sing
If the men went ahead of the race
We are dominated by the females
And they scream we’re sexist
We get blamed when he fails
And can never seem to fix this

So what if… we gave up
Never tried again
Would we all resort to the cup?
And another cycle begins?
Abused by booze and not the girl
Alcoholics we all are
Drink until we have to hurl
And pass out in the bar

So we have the choice to choose
Between women
Or between booze
I hope you make the right decision
Cause a lot depends on this
Live in a dream
Or take the pain and kiss
But when you decide
Remember my words
And don’t be opinion deprived
fly with birds,
let life be lived
Pass the herds
And ask what if?

Holy Jesus...
This Was Incredible...
My God...

^^Agreed^^
Lines dont Gota Be Long To Hit Hard...

THE SCENE

It's a beautiful Friday afternoon in the beginning of June. The sun, high in the sky, beats steadily on the uncovered necks and faces of unsuspecting students. The atmosphere is ripe with anticipation of an approaching summer. Students are departing from a crowded high school, with increasingly high numbers of youth emerging from numerous doors. Yellow school-buses montonously line the curb across the street from the school, with younger-looking students boarding them in abundance.

FIRST ENCOUNTER
He walks without intent, with a calculated idea to land plans for the night
Little does he know a seed would be planted with every-day demands for some light
He encounters friends, small-talk follows.. Talk of what's going down in the evening
Plans discussed, but not set it in stone.. "I'll call you later," all amounts to him leaving
The walk continues, people flow by like an endless river.. More talk ensues, with thrills and threats..
Wait, what was that? His eyes must be deceiving.. Or was that a perfectly-orchestrated silhouette?
He hangs a right and says, "Goodbye.." Leaves his friends and looks to make a smooth delivery..
Encounters the goddess, her looks could singlehandedly make or break or soothe his misery..


THE MIND IS RUSHED WITH THOUGHTS
Glances exchanged.. His chances remain.. The seeds of romance dance in his brain
This enhances the pain, he's sandwiched with flames.. Heat shoots up his legs as his advance is in vein..

THE MIND SLOWS BACK DOWN
He boards his bus on cloud nine, his thoughts gathered but questions run rapidly through the mind
The body is paralyzed, knees shaking, hands trembling.. Chills run happily up his spine
An abnormally quiet ride.. Usually jokes are cracked, but, this time, a conscience is what the boss displays
He takes a gander out the window.. There she is, staring back at him, an angelic spirit across the way
Eyes lock, the feelings rush back.. The premeditated ideas are forgotten, he stands and curbs his patience
Is admiration traded? Now she's out of sight, he's still trembling, hands damp with perspiration

WHAT IF?
"What if these feelings are a bit elementary?" he thinks to himself, she has mesmorized his time
"What if I see her anywhere? What if she's unreachable? What would I do if she sets her eyes on mine?
I'd be paralyzed, what if I fall? What if I lose myself? What if these questions never brighten?"
Thoughts run rampid, he stares blankly ghost-faced as his complexion becomes whitened

A SECOND ENCOUNTER
Night has fell upon the scene.. Balls bounce ceremoniously at the courts of the town
No need to guess.. But a missed jump-shot is surely not the source of his frown
Twenty to Nineteen, the boy holds the ball in his hand, the air invigorated with the scent of Black and Milds
A step back, clutch "J" wins it.. Oh what a moment, she even applauds and cracks a smile

..MORALIZED..
The "What If's" run early and often.. "What if she doesn't like me?" "What if my confidence is dissolved and bested?"
"What if I just try it?" In the words of our glorious president, everyday resolves are tested
But pessimism is not the answer, always see the glass half full.. Leave your deceit in a lead cup
What if you took my words for granted? What if you decided to discontinue keepin your head up?

it's The End.






good drop, tik.. You earned it, keep it p3 for life.

i'll drop a vote in this later.....jus read both....nice battle
i'll edit for the vote

come to the conclusion that...........tik got this narrowly
both good to read.....i liked tiks shit.....easy to follow and stayed to the point and on the topic
lyricali....u just strayed a little in ur verse...thats pretty much all that was wrong.....dam good shit though
whos next to challenge phrantik????

First of all, dope verses by all, this was just a great week for the RBTL and I'm glad I made this match-up, now down to business.

Phrantik has shown every reason why he is the champion in his last verse, and it would take the illest collab to de-throne him. LyricAli, You were overshadowed by Tik's great piece, don't get discouraged though, great verse, agianst anyone else, that would have won. But Phrantik isn't anyone else is he! I have to give this one to him.

Vote=Tik

1-0 uppin. good battle lyricali. showin why p3 is the dopest.

shit...beautiful battle, but I gotta give this to tik.
ali, your verse was wicked, but I lost the flow at times, and it didn't seem that relelvant until the end. tik's was straightforward and ill all the way through.
vote-tik.

check my topical vs fgee
Peace

Yo..........Mad Props To Both Emcees.......I Mean I'm Gonna Have A Hard Time Between One Of U Too WHen I Take The Belt..lol...But Yo....Both Drops Were Ill..........Its Hard To Say.......Aiight.....I'll Get Strait To The Point.......Phrantik Came Out Like Whoa......I Mean His SHit Was Hittin Like After A Night Of Boos And Burritos.....Lyricali U Came Out SIck Too......But I Was Diggin Tik's More......There It Is....Vote=Phrantik

3-0. up.

finally i saw something I liked.
Phrantik you had a good verse. None of that story shit it was solid and meant something. structured well, I liked it.
Good job.

Ali- the verse was pretty good... in concept anyway.
I don't like this whole interlude story telling stuff but I try to disregard it. your lines were too long that they lost the meaning of the detail in them. Work on being more concise in the writing that you do because the ideas have potential.

vote for phrantik

Christ.. I'm being swept, 4-0.. Good Job