Yes he's in.

Congratulations On Winning In The
First Round. Props To You Who Won.
Thank You To Everyone Who Showed
Up, This Is Looking Really Nice. Keep It
Up............


Topic...... Inside My Pocket

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love the topic.
hehe [?] Phrantik...
ready to be eliminated?

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how the fuck can he just roll in here and get a position?????
thats balls...but fuck it DOUBLE STANDARDS
i'm in

im done.
ill post after you.
ill mental you still in this?

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yo, i just got a instant message from ill mental...... he is on vacation and the computer he is at will not let him go onto RB, Can ya give em a couple extra days to write his stuff? he said he will be back on saturday.....

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Inside my pocket
Phrantik

A nursery rhyme found in a pocket of dreams…
A horror story in a pocket of screams…
A love story in a pocket of hope…
And a tripped story in a pocket of dope…

Every pocket has a story to tell…
The good the bad, the completely insane
Every pocket has a story to YELL
Of hopeful glee, and regretful pain…

So lets look in the pockets
See what we see
Lets look in the pockets
And set the stories free

Inside my pocket lies a deeper world
Where reality is twisted, distorted and blurred
Where children rule with an iron fist
And when you vanish your always missed
Where you shrink when you grow
And come when you go
The pocket’s a confused little place

Open my pocket and look inside
But see only faces of those who have died
Blood pours out as my nightmares are all set free
They encompass my body as my pocket bleeds
I put my hand in to stop the flow of life
And remove my hand gripping the knife
In a land of murder and evil death
I finally lose my very last breath

A poem in my pocket to express something deep
Words written for her to treasure and keep
My heart cant explain the way I feel still
But I know its something It soon will
Its love that flows from every inch of me
Its my love that I finally have set free
And its you I found and I want to hold
So with these words consider it told
…I love you.

Lets escape from this world through the rabbits hole
See how deep it goes, while we tumble and roll
Trip over a stone, or a bone or a phone
The ringing in my ears makes me know they’re not home
But where have they gone, lines disappear
Ask the 8 ball cause its been pocketed near
The world spins and I fall, my nose bleeds I need blow
Cause It brought me here and now I must go

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Hot damn dawg, that piece was sick/ Madd props

delve into the life of anyone....some richer some poorer
this is a day of mine…

woken by movement presidents tumble from their slumber
encased in finger and thumb dirt but leather bounds are a higher number
cents ignore paper and dont take note, the pulp say they make no sense but they all got the vote
bickering in the dark inscribed with quotes, soon the hand of destiny chooses who's needed most
in their material world other objects reside
lint lines their dwelling inside along with phones and all kinds of different things besides
unique prints cameo depositing and withdrawing all matter
faces change while others scatter, sometimes its crammed or vacant constantly thinner or fatter
existence hinges on a button or belt
inches to feet off ground their residence is near legs pelt, awaiting on hands to be touched and felt
but daylight rarely penetrates the shaft
in the blackout everyone is wearing a mask, colliding amongst themselves all random parked
however the leather marauder occupies the prime space
resting between the flaps its a credit place, and sheets, pics and random stuff falls between its grace
through out the day digits pluck their victim
down for the count the palm of limb, spends evictions and uses a rectangular block to send textual scriptures
friends part ways whilst some replicas are retained
clones of mint linger with dues to be paid, and fingers reach and fumble with others all day
and that afternoon I met beauty and she gifted me her number inked paper
parting with seared vision the precious note was stashed in Mecca's for later…..
but as night forces my lids to droop i know i cant stop it
unbuckled and zippered down times for the jeans to drop it and cupping the change in my pocket the round men of yester year have kept the lining in profit
dawn broke and i woke up to repeat the regime
but as i reached for that familiar place there were no jeans
enter mum... 'Hi, I just put your pants in the machine'
'Don't worry in half an hour they'll be clean'
NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
mind clicked and beauty was now reduced to water
now no writing caught her, essence drowned in a biological slaughter
everything fits into the cycle even sometimes washed
rattled and rolled or crumpled and squashed forgotten men when foreign hands dont check the pockets and then reappear lost


you never know what part your pocket may play on your destiny…..
just don't let their contents escape from your clutch

Ill Mental Has No Showed
Saturday Is Too Late, If It
Was Today It Would Have
Been Good...


fgee

i liked your verse a lot, it had everything
that was expected..nice vocab a strong
flow and nice story...your stretched out
bars are really annoying to read. that would
be a major improvement on your part if you
could shorten them up a little bit...nice job

phrantik

i'm left speechless, that was excellent...taking
writing and doing that with it, as to exploring
the different meanings of writing you possess
and describing them in such a beautiful manner
excellent job...

phrantik won. this worked out that he was
put in the tourney because ill mental didn't
show...excellent job to the both of you...

V. Phrantik.

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well im here and im back! if its alright with everyone i can do my verse right now since there has only been 1 vote........ i tried to contact someone but illusionist was the only one i could get ahold of...... i couldnt log into rb on the comp i had there for some reason.....

i say get it done quick
and sand u dropped today as well so dont say today is too late

1-0. uppin for more.

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Damn Nice Battle Here...And This Is The One That Sparked Some Controversy For My Prediction!...

Fgee
Very Good Verse...Had Everything It Needed In There...Good To Read...Good Vocab And Consistancy...Good Job Overall...

Tik
*Catches Breath*...That Was A Great Verse...Feeling And Emotion Expressed Brilliantly...Vocab And Consistancy There...Great Verse...

Vote - Phrantik

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okay this was a really good topical
Fgee-Had a really creative verse, it was dope, the only thing i could pick of was the format..... but it was really creative and shit

Phantik-yours was great until i got to the midddle bit, like a horror movie had me scared......beautiful in its own way.....

Conclusion
bOth were dope i just didnt really enjoy tiks' dont get me wrong it was dope just i dunnot weid.............

Vote:Fgee

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Okay.....................

both were great, technically they were pretty muche the same
vocab blah blah blah
and originality from both was great............therefore
my vote is for the best concept (in my view)
and that has to be Fgee loved the whole perspective
of being in the poct or being the pocket itself, was my fav
so my vote is for

Fgee]