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RAP BATTLE WINNER GETS 20k
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Thu Jul 02, 2009 4:34 pm
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Technicolor Difficulties ☆ ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ
@Shagrath-
Doodnice :'D
You're the second person today that's told me that xDD
And I've heard of a place called "The Castle" in Tampa, Florida?
I'm assuming it's the same thing?
Goth club?
@Either-
Thanks man. :'D
Good luck!
- O N E -, - T W O - , WOOP WOOP!
The one and only (I think). Kind of on the fringes of Ybor and Tampa if you look at it.
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RAP BATTLE WINNER GETS 20k
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Thu Jul 02, 2009 4:16 pm
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You know, I have those same boots you're wearing. Among my other assortments of black leather and.... well that's about my entire wardrobe (that I don't wear to work).
You know a place called "The Castle," down in Ybor?
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RAP BATTLE WINNER GETS 20k
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Thu Jul 02, 2009 4:05 pm
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Holy Crap! My power went out like a second after I posted that last response. Shagrath finally wins one; against the power going out and deleting my entire post that is.
Technicolor Difficulties, gotta say that you are incredibly talented. I'm not even responding to try and win that 20k, it's all yours as far as I'm concerned. I'm just enjoying reading your responses to whatever I throw out there and actually having a little fun for once in my life. Thanks for helping me with that, my psychiatrist is going to be hearing all about it.
That and this is helping me get my damned vocabulary back after 2 years of not Rp'ing.
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RAP BATTLE WINNER GETS 20k
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Thu Jul 02, 2009 3:47 pm
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Technicolor Difficulties ☆ ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ
I see your approach, 'n I've got a notion that you're forgetting a little
human
emotion
in your rap packages, duct tape wrapped and packed up with
styrofoam, like you talkin' but ain't nobody home,
Doorbell, ding dong!
Bitches knockin' 'cause they know you're alone,
"Let us in!" they cryin' 'cause no emotion you've shown,
Dry, droll drags you call words almost deserve to be thrown
out the do', 'cause you makin' me bored,
and hungry now, clown, thanks for the heads-up look around
tour of your fridgidaire,
Stare into it like there's something there
You'll find something fair.
- O N E -, - T W O - , WOOP WOOP! Emotion now, what a novel concept
My psychiatrist can't seem to fit
Those things into my pills, what a regret
Maybe though, my soul has been crushed
A Brit in Tampa Florida is a stick in the mud
Alright so I better start rappin'
This is a battle after all
And your just capin' all these fools that pop up
I'll try not to underestimate you
But really, Florida ********' sucks
Why is it, all the time
My demented mind inhibits these rhymes
Doctors make another beeline
For the drugs they say I need all the time
Just let me live, without all the enzymes
Clouding the one thing I could use to escape
This terrible place that we both know and hate
Throw me a line
I'm falling this time
From grace, no
Outta my mind
Someone save me from this eternal hell
But I'm keeping my handbasket, the whole damned time
Maybe the rap game isn't meant for me
I'm a pasty white kid, from Middlesex you see
Not giving up, just realizing somethings aren't to be
Gotta give my best shot while it lasts
Getting my grove back from the past
Yeah it's not the best in the game
Alot of others are greater, but I feel no shame
Wouldn't it be great to open a show
Screaming fans, all want to know
The trials and tribulations of yours truly
Then again, it's only a dream
I can't deny these words that flow
Through my body and mind, watch them grow
Like a chia pet, I don't smoke that drough
Used to be a dough boy, now I know
Getting to the gym is important, ya know
Yeah I can be cheesy, even downright corny
Maybe I should brush up on my studies of homies
Technicolor Difficulties I tip my hat to you
You've got mad skills, so go out and waste some fools
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RAP BATTLE WINNER GETS 20k
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Thu Jul 02, 2009 3:19 pm
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Technicolor Difficulties ☆ ヽ(ｏ`皿′ｏ)ﾉ
Yeah, you can rhyme, kid.
But rhyme ain't rappin.
Real rhyme got rhythm,
alliteration aching at the apse of almost-attached attention,
your foot tappin
yet, buddy?
Turning everything philosophical
Disctracting from the inescapable
Yeah, you may be tapeable,
but you ain't gettin' a record deal with those flatlines, doctor.
Plays on words like surgeons in cadavers,
Whippin' things outta nowhere like Macguyver,
Tube sock, bobby pin, pop rocks, violin,
Hey lookitthat! I made a rhyme. Am I in?
Not how it works, buddy, gotta prove yourself in here.
Just 'cause your literate doesn't mean you're a seer.
;']
- O N E -, - T W O - , WOOP WOOP!
MY words are an expression of the human condition
Not gonna say that your rhymes aint bitchin'
You got alot of skill for sure that no one is missin'
Schizophrenia is fun you see
Even with the drugs they feed
Down my throat every day
There's gotta be another way
Want a single, a little radio song
A kitchy tune, a chorus so everyone can sing along
That isn't my goal so you can ring that gong
Sorry this cypher took a little longer
Couldn't decide what to eat for breakfast- eggs, they make you stronger
Now that I'm back, once again that is
I'll burn like a smokestack, pyroclastically take me you wiz
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Thu Jul 02, 2009 2:44 pm
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Technicolor Difficulties Shagrath the Unholy I just have to do this.
Guess who's back, back again. Shaggy's back, for the win.
Alright stop.
Now everybody get on on the floor, make way for my blackened leather decore
All up in your mind's store, of riffs and rhymes not even working in time
Here, let me drop you a line
Go home and cry, it'll be all fine
Thought I was done, well you'd be wrong on that one
Let me just spout out some more lyrical fun
As your jaw meets the floor, watching the unholyness roar
Breaking your ears till the blood stains the floor
Penetrates to your core, you can't coagulate
As I eviserate your untimely fate
This hunger I have cannot be sate
Maybe that's why they all want to operate
And find out what's in my brain crate
Aw hell nah, man.
Here's how it's done.
Challengers poppin' up like it's an RPG,
Droppin' out rhymes like 1-2-3,
Easy as ABC b***h, take it old school,
Schoolhouse rock with your socks off, here's where it drops off,
I thought "Shaggy" was still bangin' on the bathroom floor with his socks off.
Didn't think twice when you left your name,
Leave your message at the beep, boy you lookin' for fame?
Sorry, kid, I'm an ace at my game.
Guess what? Now you're part of it, you know the name.
Best cover your a**, 'cause I've got a helluvan aim.
- O N E -, - T W O - , WOOP WOOP! Socks off, man I get my rocks off
Rp'in for so long, I just can't escape the song
Of smokin' noobs like Cheech and Chong hittin' that bong
This aint about my name though
My fully aroused wrath is here to stay yo
Gotta admit I like to play, so
Stay on your toes and await the next blow
Simple yet twisted are my meanings
How long has it been since I've been scheming
Aint got no time to be preening
Godmoders and twinks need a beating
Ruining a moment oh so fleeting
All these narutards and their weaving
Total illiteracy has me leaving
How to stop them from breathing
Y'all wanna rap about how great you are
When the reality is just oh so far
From the truth of the matter which escapes you
Deeper meanings to which you can't begin to fathom, imagine
Twist their way into symbological sign
The fat grapes of wrath upon the vine
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Thu Jul 02, 2009 2:20 pm
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I just have to do this.
Guess who's back, back again. Shaggy's back, for the win.
Alright stop.
Now everybody get on on the floor, make way for my blackened leather decore
All up in your mind's store, of riffs and rhymes not even working in time
Here, let me drop you a line
Go home and cry, it'll be all fine
Thought I was done, well you'd be wrong on that one
Let me just spout out some more lyrical fun
As your jaw meets the floor, watching the unholyness roar
Breaking your ears till the blood stains the floor
Penetrates to your core, you can't coagulate
As I eviserate your untimely fate
This hunger I have cannot be sate
Maybe that's why they all want to operate
And find out what's in my brain crate
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Sticky: SKITTLES® Poll: Your Favorite Sour Flavor?
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Thu Jul 02, 2009 1:27 pm
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I wouldn't mind seeing a lemon-lime sour skittle. Maybe one of those "Crazy cores" things.
feh, whatever though.
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The Deathlands - Finally, Something New
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Wed Jul 01, 2009 11:15 pm
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Shagrath could have cared less about any kind of 'darkness' spell. He was a demon after all, but things could surprise you. This was one of those things. Normally, his flames consumed magic as a fuel source, but this was formed from the darkness of the human heart, one of the few things Shagrath coveted as a piece of fine dining.
The small orb collided with his form and for a few moments nothing happened, then came the LSD influenced mind of Tim Burton to alter things. Shagrath's flame pillar just vanished, a few swirls remained momentarily, but otherwise it had just vanished into thin air. He dropped to the ground, his right knee supporting his body as both hands clutched where one of his eight hearts was located; conveniently this was where a human heart would be.
His normally emotionless face grimaced with pain as Shagrath's body began writhing into a mass of inky blackness, looking very much like a living tattoo now. His left eye was shut and his right one gave the boy who had shot at him a look so vile that it might just cause his heart to freeze, metaphorically speaking of course. Shagrath was still working on devolping a spell that would do that though. He grunted and strained a little and then it all went to hell, quite literally.
The smooth, inky blackness that was Shagrath began melting into the ground below him, much like a scene from "The Wizard of Oz," until there was nothing left-not even his clothes. Why this had happened was debatable, but the reality of it was Shagrath's extended life in the twisting nether had been the cause of his current failure.
Since his body had become re-attuned to the swirling abyss of the various underworlds, Shagrath's body had, upon experiencing an outside source of dark energy, rather painfully converted itself into the inky blackness of the Abyss to "go home" as it were; if the spell had been any stronger or weaker this wouldn't have worked, but it just so happened that The Gods were not smiling on Shagrath that day-or any other for that matter. The delicious irony of it all was not lost on Shagrath, a demon being beaten by a bit of dark magic, not even a particularly powerful one at that was humiliating beyond belief. He wouldn't be coming back here, but Gaia would still know his presence had returned. Right after he got through the legal paperwork to do so.
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Mon Jun 29, 2009 1:44 am
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Someone who finally cast a fireball correctly. Strange magical words and all. Anything less was simply disrespectful to the art form. As the flames encompassed his body, Shagrath smirked a little. Fire was one of the things he manipulated rather well, but after all this time he doubted if his skills were a match to what they had been.
Fire was one of the things that didn't have any promise of defeating him. His body was capable of thermosynthesis. Much like what a plant does with sunlight, but with heat in place of light. Anyone who knew this had a very basic idea of what would be effective against him. Fortunately, no one knew. As far as Shagrath was concerned anyways.
As the flames subsided, Shagrath spoke once more.
Not bad, but try this one on for size.
Shagrath turned his arms so that his palms faced outwards from his body, bending his elbows slightly so that each arm was not hanging against his legs. Lowering his head and closing his eyes, a dark lavender glow lined his form, and out came a voice that resembled a dragon roaring more than any kind of speech.
Xaria nigma'tor gru'ku'lio kagala Galanodel!
This loosely translated out to "May the darkness ignite my moonwhisper." As utterly cryptic and confusing as that was, it apparently had some sort of meaning since the glow about his body began flaring out as though it was fire. His signature spell, a dark lavender flame with a deep black core. It felt good to be using it again.
Shagrath didn't throw his flames out, didn't actually move at all. He just stood there as the flames began growing larger and viciously churning counter-clockwise about him. A spire of the flames began forming, bathing the area in an eiree glow; strangely, it didn't get any hotter considering there was now a large pillar of fire turning it's intrests to the heavens above.
Shagrath's toes pointed downwards as his feet had left the ground when all the melodrama with his spell had started. He was floating only two or three inches off the ground, but it looked incredibly badass and he enjoyed showing off.
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