RFBL CookBook Vol. 4

[Plot]

first of all I'd just like to apologize for the lateness of this mag... I had a real busy ass week last week... shouldnt be near as bad for me this week... and I'll be sure to get an even earlier jump on the mag so it will be up even quicker...

The RFBL Cook Book - Where we teach you to Slice and Dice with your music!!!

Props to StrongArm on the cover... everybody be sure to rep him... He's promised a couple more covers for us...and he always makes the tightest shit... so appease the GFX god!!!!

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Meal of the Week –

In a week with some pretty massive battles, only one could retain the MOTW…. Noggah vs. HellRazor was one for the ages, 7th Crescent vs. DAM was as long as the ages, but neither was near as hectic as the Pembroke Vs. Beyond battle… everyone had some good verses this week, but those two just really stood out in my mind…good work both of you…

Originally Posted by Pembroke

London Bridge is Falling Down and She's Going Down With It


Mary Swashbuckle was born into an omen from the start
Her father bought a brick house from an old satanist glowing with the mark
Before she was born her mother died from a cancer that was growing in her arm
And the blacksmith that was her drunken father was always foaming at the jaws
From the bubbly beer, after a couple of years, killed by a ruffian at the bar
Growing up, little miss Swashbuckle was always an angel roaming for the stars
But within, Mary was trapped inside her chloroform shell, shrinking more and more
She was the lifeblood of the marble veins that seeped through the corridors
Of the home she hated, confined to the blackness like a soulless raven
The fact that she had no friends to play with, she felt ashamed
The charcoal lantern upon the stone wall symbolized Mary's self constraint
There she'd wait beyond the frost speckled window and the velvet drapes
Shielded from the London winterscape when the elders came
They knocked upon the cherrywood door, but no answer came
She had ran away with the milk delivery boy to Sicily..
Vincento Guianni was his name.. his father would say:
You find nice English girl, blemished in emeralds and pearls
Spread your Italian seed upon this Earth, then you give her the world
"Papa, the emancipation can wait.. I am going to ask Mary for her hand in marriage"
Blinded by the deaf female of his dreams, Vincento's father's lands had perished
Left with nothing but the clothes on their backs and a loaf of bread
They wandered the streets of Sicily & tried to make the most of it
The one thing they had left, the notion that they'd chose to wed
Together they managed, scraping by selling cherrywood, lemons, and ferns
One evening when Vincento left for a delivery to Venice but the gondola never returned
In her eternal sorrow, Mary Swashbuckle travelled back home to her selfless wake
There she'd wait beyond the frost speckled window and the velvet drapes

X

Vs.

Originally Posted by Beyond

Love conquers all, but hate puts up a hell of a fight.


She waits by the window in the mist of the night.
For her late riding hero to arrive and kiss her tonight.
Through the window into her soul he appears distant in sight.
Every other lady pales in comparison, but she’s always listed as white.
He was the apple of her eye, not only a common ranger encased.
But who knew that the fruit of life could have such a dangerous taste.
Jealously arises in all humans who choose to make a wager with hate.
Gambling with the life of an innocent, backed with anger and haste.
Seven disciples were hand picked and chosen to serve and protect.
Guardian angels sent from heaven’s spire to stop the servant of death.
But failure is inevitable, especially when an enormous burden is left.
Carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders proved a too turbulent test.
Sleep is the cousin of death, being in a coma is a deathbed for the sickest.
Near fatal poisoness wrath for the kind, but there’s no rest for the wicked.
In this weakened state, the death blow is all that’s destined for riddin‘.
But to her dismay, the saviors return and the evil is forced to exit the mission.
Spiraling up the mountainside, dark cape fluttering in the stormy night.
Bolder than ever, the demon spawn’s mindseye pictures a gorey sight.
Tries pushing a bolder in terror to instantly crush the swarming rise.
But lightening strikes twice, as the dark being falls to her poor demise.
She waits by the window in the mist of the night.
For her late riding hero to arrive and kiss her tonight.
Through the window into her soul he appears distant in sight.
Every other lady pales in comparison, but she’s always listed as White.
From the outside looking in, the prince stares into the window of her soul.
And sees her looking right back at him, the one he was destined to behold.

They seal their fate at the lips <3

XoXo

Spicyest Entre

There were some pretty hot verses between everybody… I enjoyed just about everything I read last week… and seeing as how I have to read every battle to do this mag, that’s saying a lot… but when it came down to it, my favorite verse was hidden in a no show battle…its woven with wordplay throughout to the point that it would make a stronger garment then a bullet proof vest… so this week I had to give Spicyest Entre to Phonix for his Open Mic battle against LCK…it’d be horrible if this verse got slept on…

Originally Posted by Phonix

Ey LCK It's now my go
I'm a make it nice n slow
I'm a president don't you know
Get that bitch down on the flo

Bill Clinton that ho
Get that head
Bill Clinton that ho
Get that head

And that’s just his No-Show verse….

Originally Posted by Phonix

There was she
Stone;

A portrait of nocturnal assasins attacking deceased memories
Of hallucagenitalia experiments in the symphony of the seventies
Music of the morbid, Skeleton guitars made from hitlers corset
A child died in Africa the second that each cord hit
Rock juice's master, eating gravel, one roughless bastard
Crushing embryos in her palm, revealing toothless laughter
Branching out to the black her very own nude family
The stainless night was her pet growling at humanity
The Past seemed so distance, representing visitor niche's
Attempts of originality resulted in massacred similar species
Coupled resident pelicans catipulted across in scorches
Killing two birds with one stone she fornicated with their corpses
Dying on the outskirts of the village of the damned shire
Dreams to drive by the zombies then gang bang with vampires
Cancerous living inside her diseases powerless prism
Her soul philosophy dictated sound tastes louder than vision
Building her expectations of pain through the doors fourth floor
Death was upon her as she screaming "MAW MAW MAW"
Exhaling pollution and decay into the wind and the stars
The epic of Stone, The last ginger on Mars

NOW MY ROBOT FACTIONS. REJOICE!!! THE WINTER IS OURS

I really enjoyed this one Pho… well done…

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= Battle Ingredients

7th Crescent Vs. ((DAM))
Open Mic

Originally Posted by 7th Crescent

i feel you my dude..

Vivid Dreams of an Angelic Persona

Widen my eyelids.. let the sunlight in.
Excited from violence.. Smile while I dream in silence.
I have the privilege to witness the innocent stab and killed
Can't quite feel slits.. live in an image of what sorrow built.
Bridges were burning. corpse’s cluttered the clouds.
angels were turned free.. but no where to be found.
So Satan’s children ran the lands and killed many others.
sacred millions had no chance.. sunk in sand and smothered.
They were armed with blades, bombs... rapid fire weapons.
Caused harm to the great, dumb and those close to perfection..
Destroyed the earths race and controlled the clouds above..
Deployed fractured faces to wrap chains on those in love..
Took one step left, felt the flames in my heart..
Fire came with my breath skin singed to dark..
Charred and tattered, I owned wings but grew horns..
Far from laughter I seemed to scream of truth's scorn..
No clues on who I'm suppose to abuse or help..
No shoes so I flew into the clouds by myself..
Wanted to remember whether I'm better then demons and death..
My head seemed so upset.. yet bleeding was red with regret..
black tar boiled from my skins incision.. then dried to ash..
I flew far on a pretend mission with only insanity in grasp..
Began to kill all I crossed, head lost it cost millions of lives..
Emotions were fought, I thought to drop this villainous knife..
Folded my claws and stared towards the sky and stars..
Clenched my jaw and dared to cut the same scars..
Reopen wounds...hoping for oceans of dead corpses..
lungs consume spoken echoes of those more fortunate..
Rip my shirt off to find pentagram tattoos across my chest..
Then found a cross.. beneath the pentagram, i lost my breath..
Wings were becoming tired as the desire still burned on..
Drug my feet thru fires as all the liars were turned wrong..
So many nights and days through this amazing maze..
Wish a halo could light my ways through the change of the strange..
Untill, I reached the white clouds and rested softly..
A demon that breached the compound and no one can stop me..
Not here to corrupt sunsets and shade the suns light..
I just fear whats next in this game of gun fights..
Bullets tear the ivory skies and leave holes in white..
Then I awaken to baby cries as thru my window pours sunlight..

Vs.

Originally Posted by DAM

The Currency of Life
People said that I was too broke & couldn't be fixed..
But I done paid my dues & my pockets aint see shit..
Felt so low in these times tryin to raise connections..
& they say to be wealthy it helps if you pay attention..
Even at my last breath, my hand will take my checks..
& keep an eye to see if these fakes even pay respect..
They may regret the reasons that I've felt this way..
Passing heaven my whole life cuz I've had hell to pay..
Looked like numerous times but only dying this once..
Homes where the heart is with a for sale sign in the front..
Time is amongst the only value with a point to raise..
Trying to use my two cents in an effort to coin a phrase..
& yes this inspires me cuz i been blessed with entirely..
To much of this loneliness paying my debts to society..
I been facing a giant my whole life & we eye to eye..
But my cash gets lower everyday that I buy my time..
Playing a hard role living this life that god chose..
Though clerks still say they cant register my bar code..
So I had to keep my receipt cuz the truth is worthless..
Aint realize that I need to show this proof of purchase..
& sometimes people are saying that they owe me one..
But payback is a bitch so I rather let em go this once..
My body is worth millions alive, Im a target for death..
But to kill me it cost more then just an arm & a leg..
I start to forget then remember to accept this hate..
A penny for your thoughts? & I expect some change..
Sometimes the reach is far & its hard to carry on..
So many runs for my money I been in marathons..
Angel of death with a weapon here to hunt the facts..
Its the root of all evil & I stay killing lumberjacks..
Sometimes the world needs a different view on things..
& put there money where they mouth is & chew on change..
Who's to blame for this hunger that they say Im craving..
Time is money & my life been stuck on daylight saving..
Reached for the bills in the safe as I simply unlock it..
As I bought all of there lies, Im left with lint in the pocket..
Music was a passion I kept awake & never slept through..
But every time that I gained more interest my debt grew..
Either way, win or lose, Im a still feel blessed if I fail..
With no address recognized & the checks in the mail..

These two sure don’t beat around the bush… they take the hedges to it… strip all the leaves off the branches… rip the branches off… tear up the entire root system and piss on any seeds reproduced rendering them unable to grow… at least that’s what they did this battle…the upside is that very few people could take such a long verse and make it extremely entertaining and well written…both of them did this go around and really took this battle to another level… in the end Dam was able to fend off 7th…

Pembroke had the best, in depth breakdown for the battle:

Originally Posted by Pembroke

Dr. Oculus Opus reporting for duty.

7th Crescent - This was a detailed, but at times, dreary rendition of a gothic outlook on life. The thought that goes into every bar is pertinant and keeps the verse on a steady stream of blood, tar, and languish. As I read, the interlocked relevance of all of your ideas becomes lessened throughout the verse, almost like you wrote part of it, and then went back to finish.. I don't know, it wasn't dripping with the blood of a werewolf as usual. It was dripping, but in a slow, sputtered motion. I still respect the skill that went into it, but what came out of it wasn't a pure form of angelic persona.

Charred and tattered, I owned wings but grew horns..
Far from laughter I seemed to scream of truth's scorn..
^Raw bar.. I could imagine Jedi Mind spitting this.

DAM - This verse marks the standard that I and mostly everybody else who knows you and writes among you has set as an expectation. This was a relaxed, thorough chunk of wordplay and cool punchlines.. your specialty.. just remember this is Nog's kitchen, my understudy, so next time, don't be so sparing with your seasoning. For you, this is basic, but for the reader, it's a surprise around every corner with nice rhythm. Are you sure this isn't some old verse of yours from 03 or something? Hahah.. false allegation.. I know. Or do I?

I can't quote anything, the entire verse was professionally balanced.

v/ DAM

The execution of his verse was smoother.. both came with an open mic that bore their most powerful strengths in writing while not displaying the most powerful they were capable of. These are like Saturday night verses.. laid back, complete, but enough to conquer Nog the Master Chef?

Stay up, fellas.

Xylo Vs. ((Aesire))
Open Mic

Originally Posted by Xylo

My brutality in Brickcity was done with unadulterated ferocity!
And mean spirited audacity caused a loud chant for reciprocity!
With such velocity i`m praisin my shotty because it kicked back like hai-karate!
Sprinkle pepper on niggas like they need seasoning on their body.
I`m a real chef keep Bums fed on mondel bread but its laced up
Hit em with cyanide so when i steps up to get the dishes up i found you niggas face up!
I kept the rest of you livin, grab a cup of this Elixer.
some green tea Mixture of well executed scriptures.
A dash of codene to ebb your rigormortis setting in like kavorkian
So i slipped in read ya last rights an saw ya pupil dialation dim.
I`m frankenstein i pieced this shit together like a surgeon setting stitches
like eastwick witches or jason like swizz saying its me Bitches..
Dynamic enigmatic notes full of ILLMATIC Quotes are bound to get votes
I`ll check my thread,shread-hold em down while they bleed from slit throats.
I keep my flow bottled up like niagra DASANI water
temperature right with no ironite an it helps to clear my thoughts bruh!
I stay stackin papes like columbian cartells shippin packs well
I`m like a beat up boxer the way my ends swell.
Zylo pole vaults like acrobatic tricks structural fracture fisures flicks
I cause reoccuring static and break out like Mxyzptlk.

Vs.

Originally Posted by Aesir

Suburbin' style, piss drunk, Jag just swervin' wild
Cursed child, can't stop me attitude, got a perverted smile
Jaded pride on my side, printed lies in my eyes
One man ride on this dive, rage hides down inside
Now anger coincides, just want to kill the whole upper class
Life gone too fast, finally wore the seat off my material ass
Comic classic, purely genius, encased with madness
Seems sometimes content weighs more than sadness
Start actin' drastic, feelin' like I just can't stand this
Time to paint Wall Street with a blood streaked canvas
Pull over at a diner on the way, grab one last bite to eat
My hands shake, haven't had close to a night of sleep
Lost my hunger, nerves strike too deep, my stomach's weak
Just start to think, I can finally steal away their right to speak
Hop in the Jag, sip my flask and head towards my task
Almost there, damn near forgot to strap on my George W mask
Pick up speed, arrive at 33 Liberty Street, start to swerve
Trigger the bomb, drive right through the doors of the Federal Reserve
10 seconds left, people start to scream at the sound of a slam
Rise up the middle finger of my hand, 3...2...1... BLAM!!!

The blast knocks me off of my bed and onto the floor
Damn get a grip, I've never really thought like this before

In my opinion this was a really close battle, and both have shown great charisma and potential in their league battles thus far… Xylo has really embraced the random (or not so random) battle types he’s been given and shown a willingness to stretch his writing capabilities in new directions…I think he will really be a force to be reckoned with not so far down the line… Aesir is a new comer as well, and has shown the same ability to approach any type of battle and really write some good verses… I really thought it was anybodies battle this go around, and Aesir was the one who got the W… maybe next time Xylo… My own vote follows:

Originally Posted by Noggah

Xylo - Your really getting some experience in.... I think this type of league setup will make you a BEAST in the near future in all aspects of writing... this was an alright first open mic...i think you had a good approach... but all in all i think more could've been done with each of the bars... the wordplay was there, just not complex enough...a couple different angles on a few bars and this woulda been a superior drop...Im guessing you tried to think things out too much with your connections, instead of just making one connection and then thinking out everything dealing with just that one aspect... flow was a little choppy in a couple places, but nothin too bad... all in all i cant wait to see how you improve... definately on the right track here...just tweak a few areas...

Aes - you came in with a nice topical open mic... i think you had a couple real lines... overall presentation was pretty good and you stuck with what you were talking about well...had some pretty good imagery and descriptors, decent flow... lacked in metaphors, so next time id like to see a couple more of those thrown in to help beef up whatever topic your spittin on... you held my attention for the most part all of the way through, going up and down a little bit but nothing too bad... the flip at the end was pretty good too...


Overall - i think this was a semi-close battle... in the end i think Aesir came off a little more polished and consistent with his verse... so ima have to give this one to him... props to both on showing with good verses

Vote = Aesir

((Beyond)) Vs. Pembroke
Topical - Marked

Originally Posted by Pembroke

London Bridge is Falling Down and She's Going Down With It


Mary Swashbuckle was born into an omen from the start
Her father bought a brick house from an old satanist glowing with the mark
Before she was born her mother died from a cancer that was growing in her arm
And the blacksmith that was her drunken father was always foaming at the jaws
From the bubbly beer, after a couple of years, killed by a ruffian at the bar
Growing up, little miss Swashbuckle was always an angel roaming for the stars
But within, Mary was trapped inside her chloroform shell, shrinking more and more
She was the lifeblood of the marble veins that seeped through the corridors
Of the home she hated, confined to the blackness like a soulless raven
The fact that she had no friends to play with, she felt ashamed
The charcoal lantern upon the stone wall symbolized Mary's self constraint
There she'd wait beyond the frost speckled window and the velvet drapes
Shielded from the London winterscape when the elders came
They knocked upon the cherrywood door, but no answer came
She had ran away with the milk delivery boy to Sicily..
Vincento Guianni was his name.. his father would say:
You find nice English girl, blemished in emeralds and pearls
Spread your Italian seed upon this Earth, then you give her the world
"Papa, the emancipation can wait.. I am going to ask Mary for her hand in marriage"
Blinded by the deaf female of his dreams, Vincento's father's lands had perished
Left with nothing but the clothes on their backs and a loaf of bread
They wandered the streets of Sicily & tried to make the most of it
The one thing they had left, the notion that they'd chose to wed
Together they managed, scraping by selling cherrywood, lemons, and ferns
One evening when Vincento left for a delivery to Venice but the gondola never returned
In her eternal sorrow, Mary Swashbuckle travelled back home to her selfless wake
There she'd wait beyond the frost speckled window and the velvet drapes

X

Vs.

Originally Posted by Beyond

Love conquers all, but hate puts up a hell of a fight.


She waits by the window in the mist of the night.
For her late riding hero to arrive and kiss her tonight.
Through the window into her soul he appears distant in sight.
Every other lady pales in comparison, but she’s always listed as white.
He was the apple of her eye, not only a common ranger encased.
But who knew that the fruit of life could have such a dangerous taste.
Jealously arises in all humans who choose to make a wager with hate.
Gambling with the life of an innocent, backed with anger and haste.
Seven disciples were hand picked and chosen to serve and protect.
Guardian angels sent from heaven’s spire to stop the servant of death.
But failure is inevitable, especially when an enormous burden is left.
Carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders proved a too turbulent test.
Sleep is the cousin of death, being in a coma is a deathbed for the sickest.
Near fatal poisoness wrath for the kind, but there’s no rest for the wicked.
In this weakened state, the death blow is all that’s destined for riddin‘.
But to her dismay, the saviors return and the evil is forced to exit the mission.
Spiraling up the mountainside, dark cape fluttering in the stormy night.
Bolder than ever, the demon spawn’s mindseye pictures a gorey sight.
Tries pushing a bolder in terror to instantly crush the swarming rise.
But lightening strikes twice, as the dark being falls to her poor demise.
She waits by the window in the mist of the night.
For her late riding hero to arrive and kiss her tonight.
Through the window into her soul he appears distant in sight.
Every other lady pales in comparison, but she’s always listed as White.
From the outside looking in, the prince stares into the window of her soul.
And sees her looking right back at him, the one he was destined to behold.

They seal their fate at the lips <3

XoXo

Well, this one already took the MOTW… I think both verses really speak for themselves and show what beasts these two guys are…you never wanna see yourself against these type of guys, good in all aspects of writing…they bring the pain every drop… this was like watching an old HW championship bout…I’m sure if he had to pick, Pem would say it was Ali vs. Foreman where Foreman was allegedly drugged and robbed of the win… either way neither of their faces were lookin pretty after this one…even if it wasn’t a punches battle…in the end Beyond would be the one with the victory… being what it was, I felt it only write to quote Strong’s controversial vote/nonvoter but still good breakdown of the battle…

Originally Posted by STRONGARM

First off nice verses from both. I can't see the pic you guys wrote too though.. so I have no clue what the fuck this is all about.!?

Pemanship
Damn..! Description galore. The little details. Vivid depictions. Well told story. Really liked how you wrote that line from Vincento's dad with broken english. Hahahaha.. um, you went over the bar limit buddy. Tsk -Tsk.

Bee-ON
Didn't have as much vivid description.. but overall I still enjoyed the story and rhymes. You had some minor spelling/wording errors that were annoying.. but weren't that big of a deal. The thing that annoyed me most about your verse is how you repeated 6 bars at the end.. but I understand you probably did that to match the amount of bars Pem did.


So here's the problem: As is.. I would vote Pembroke. He had more story.. obviously. He repeats one bar.. and that's just to come full circle in his verse. Beyond had a nice verse.. but again he repeated almost the first half of his verse due to matching Pem. I liked his rhymes and story.. but felt he didn't have nearly enough description and details as Pem.

BUT..

Pem went over the 10 bar limit. If you take Beyond's 10 vs. Pem's first 10 bars.. then I would have to vote Beyond. So I have no clue what to do at this point. This is a title match correct..? I think it's fucked up to dick Beyond out of a win because Pem came with more bars.. which equals more story.

iunno.. help.!?

HellRazor Vs. ((Noggah))
Punches

Originally Posted by Noggah

Gordan Ramsay is a world class chef thats just groomed to look good...
but even if this is Hell's Kitchen... He aint shit without usin MY cook book...
the whole week i've had Hell on the back burner, but its time for the oven now...
cause out of all RF you wouldnt see this head first, if he was a baby comin out...
goin around n screamin "Nog for Jesus"...i guess im a God to dude...
and even though that statement nails me, i still wouldnt die on the cross for you...
Hell has no fury like a woman scorned... until i disregard this bitch...
then pull his cards in battle like Magic pros vs an Amatuers starter kit...
prolly thought he should get a verse of the week or at least mentions of one...
But the cookbooks givin him the raw end of the deal more times than the women i fuck...
no more monkey business.. my hatred of it is borderin Frieza's...
cause how can Razor possibly beat me when he needs my help orderin pizza... (Do me a favor..)
cross nogg n see, my house is composed of alot more than hospital teams...
but i'll still cut you open n sew you back together just to rip you apart at the seams...
you gettin butchered, son, Meat cleavers til you sick of old shows...
n they say takes money to make money... so how you gettin bread when you got no dough...
you think your celebrity material... but we aint cut from the same cloth...
so either your gettin catipulted to fame or gettin catipulted a ways off...
the level ive reached is lonely... cause there aint noone near...
so im tossin Hell Razor out like Satans growin a beard...

Vs.

Originally Posted by HellRazor

I'm known world wide bitch,a RF great... lets get one thing understood...
Noggah is only spoken as a negative response by black girls in the hood...
You on my level? HAH....You crack me up kiddo....HELL NAW!...
This ain't christmas, and I ain't gotta be drunk to eggnog...
I'm way ahead of my class, So your lyrics ain't a factor...
Straight from Your mouth its ass...i think you got your porno shit backwards...
You're a white kid from the hills, you'll never be eminem..just face it...
Noggah Ya talent is Sub-par...and I ain't talking about Golfing replacements...
You've been compared to Malphunxion, I don't see how this got up...
hah...MAL...WARE? we all know what to do when you POP-UP...
YOur mother told you to pay attention....now Ima reciept ya like some change...
You shoulda kept your ass home-boy....like the meaning of ya name...
I know what to expect from you, like a sequel scene in Waiting...
This ain't no movie, So why is Defeatsyapresentation...
Better pray to your savior, spend an hour in the Poolpit...
His sig says he cursed to be great....I guess he couldn't get past his own Bullshit...
Its funny when he enters a thread, with his "I thought me be popular think"...
we all say hooyoo? like reversing the name of a chocolate drink...
You got served in this battle? Concede youngin...why bother?...
If this was a dance contest....YULE!! be the only one to crank noggah...

Urban Dictionary: Noggah

Well, I know I was lookin forward to this battle… but not in the good sense… I always like battling fresh faces, and very skilled opponents… but id be lying if I said I didn’t have my fears about this one… My mentality is I can always win… but its just whether I can hone my craft that day… Hell definitely showed up to do some damage… and I really enjoyed his verse… too bad it was directed at me tho… In the end I was able to KO him… but it was nowhere near an easy task… also, id like to say that Urban Dictionary is gay… I coined the phrase Noggah, so seeing other people fuckin around with it does not make me too happy…anyways, following is a vote in the battle from Jay-Rede

Originally Posted by Jay-Rede

ok nog, your verse had me laughing pretty much from start to finish, i was also impressed with your flow in this one, it was structured well and very consistent with the great and amusing punches, very well done...


i was liking your approach to this one hell... i think you bought your game up to battle nog which was a very good thing, because this was one of the best battles i've read in a long while, your flow was great (one of the pluses of being audio eh? ;) lol) structured nicely and everything was up to scratch, just the one bar let you down a bit for me, as i didnt get it, but it probably was a meaningful punch, but dont mind me im dumb lol - props dude
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with all that aside, i think this was a very dope battle and a very close battle, you both done outstanding in my oppinion, however,
V/ Noggah - by a hair.. it was that one bar that let HR down.. other than that this was a top notch battle, props to you both

Itachi Vs. ((Don-Mega))
Punches

Originally Posted by DoN-MeGa

You ain't comin' close to victory - gotta betta chance climbin' a 50ft fense...
Your skill's pretense, so...
I'll take the Belichck (Belt'n'check) - without a damn camera on your defense!.. (Hi football fans)
.
.Still pissed @ my dumb loss with Dotta - sorry.
.
Peep'd some of your other work - number of impressive outings resulted in a null set...
You'll never become a skilled vet...
Because you wouldn't be nice in this battle - sharingan (sharing a) master's work - like biting the illest on the net!.. (his sig)
I might have some weak punches here, that's just to tease him...
But he's scared and here's the reason...
I'll leave his thoughts more devested than - Portland fans knowing Oden's out for the season!..
Why keep battlin'? Gettin' burned during childhood and still didn't learn a lesson...
So I'm rippin' this kid - Itachitm (attach him) and take him apart for fun - like friggin' lego sessions!..
Take this as a blessin', folks - I'm makin' him wince more than vince...(Carter, before he left Toronto)
He could never earn money - I wouldn't Givenchy (give him cheese) - buyin' a new feminine fragrance!..
This loser wouldn't have a better chance - battlin' a make-believe character today...
Portrayin' his decay, as...
I'll make Itachi Hilroy (hail roy) - without a friggin smashbros. papermache!..
This ain' tough, like an opponent who can see his cards - ofcourse I'll call his bluff...
"Gettin' gifts sayin' you're gettin' better - ... Clearly not better enough!!.
The audience won't be feelin' you - similar to a girl that comes with alot of baggage...
'Cause you wouldn't have your hits land - dishing out 3-in-1 like a cereal package!..
When I'm done with him, he'll die after the sting, literally a Bumblebee... (Bum he'll be)
Like seriously...
Hewlett (Who let) him survive!? - Well I'll leave his HP to 0 - without consulting the friggin computer company!..
.
. Take care
.
No one remembers the last time you had a bright spot - like clothes stuffed at the back of a dresser...
Start praying you heffer,
'Cause I won't lecture (let your) ass out alive - like a suicide bombing professor!..

Notes:
-New Englang coach was caught with a camera on the jets' defensive...
-Itachi is his name, but he has tm beside it on his username.
-Givenchy is like a company that puts out perfumes.
- Roy is a Supersmash bros character.
- Hilroy makes linedpaper or w/e.

Vs.

Originally Posted by Itachi™

well...i know i lost so ima just....go with it

Kid get smashed leave your head crushed in heavy blows..
Blows? o no need to tell thats something this fag mega knows..
Hop off it not gonna delay the murder of a don th start of a new chapter..
What was your goals son? obviously not talent cant be what u were after..(sigh)
Ugh ehhh im sry i cant go more i concede this battle shit good shit man but i just cant do it

Well, I really would’ve liked to see Itachi show with some effort… you should never sell yourself short… and u’ll only get better by battling against better verses and better people… you cant up your level by wailing on people worse than you… anyways…Don has dropped some pretty solid content…He’s another person who I think shows a lot of potential and can really gain from writing all different types of battles… this was really one sided since Itachi didn’t really post anything… so Don got the win easily…

Jay-Rede Vs. ((Rck Bndles))
Topical – Lonely, Not Alone

Originally Posted by Rck Bndles

gay topic - ill run with it.
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chill. but still i wonder why i can't get a date
was it because i left the table before her desert was ate?
sure im freelance, but i aint own my own business in years
fuck my own, i wanna whipser in some different ears
i'm tired of free space and fed up with me time
cause with the..........
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"cut that shit out nigga, get your fuckin ass to work!!"
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shit, that fat nigga robbie caught me again
spittin shit aloud that i'd usually keep in my head
fuck him, stay loyal and highly regard my conscience
small brains callin me a loner but i discard the nonsense
this aint a family zone, im the only nigga up on the answer phone
i gotta beyonce life,
could always roll with a team but i do better on my own
shit, ima bust out with "this is the good life" give props to 'ye and pain
so lonely ill have a conversation with you and wanna do it again
truth is, i hate life, wake up angry and eat cereal with a steak knife
used to be way nice, then became over emotional and got a death wish
fell off, my life became so sad and boring, like a sisqo album.....the best hits
time, what a waste of it, ready to let go, fall and hit the pavement
tried to end it, but the tangles of life i cant escape it
*slap to the face*
the fuck? i got a wife, family, kids and shit.....what now?
the sims? shit this games old, i hit start>shutdown ----------------------------------------------
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FIN
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ahah came up with this idea from the game, the sims.
anyone remember when you had no friends and just sat in ya mansion alone?
haha nonetheless im shakin off the text-rust. whats good?!

Vs.

Originally Posted by Jay-Rede

goodluck man

beaten and bruised, life seemed down for this child,
mother hitting and gripping, spitting wild at this child,
in the corner alone, pops had left with no warning,
she called the boy "It", his existence was boring,
forced to eat from the garbage, tormented by pain,
he was strapped with a harnes, demented insane,
and when they mentioned his name, he would fill up inside,
only to find another fist, try not to fill up and cry,
and as the years past by, he was inflicted with torture,
couldnt take a bath, he was restricted from water,
one day he faught back, and got away from his home,
so cold, and full of rage, thinking he'd always be alone,
but in his exile state, trust was sort of an issue,
he had fallen inlove, but thinking "what if she tricks you",
growing on his heart, he found trust in this lady,
marriage filled him with warmth, and they had them a baby,
the time had finally come, he'd never spoke of abuse,
but he was finally free, he had set himself loose,
and the mental brick wall, that had him running for his life,
was now constructing, and comfronting, and a dump destruction site...

This was a good battle… good to see Ruck back in the league… back from his sabbatical… seemed to do you pretty good… Jay always dropping on point… so this was a pretty interesting battle for me…feelin the different approaches and I think both did a good job with imagery and storytelling… saw a lot of non-league people come into the fray for voting though… which was pretty weird… id like to see more of that on ALL the battles, but usually when it happens, its only on one…Ruck got it in the end… here is 7th’s take on the battle…

Originally Posted by 7th Crescent

Well this was a nice battle...here we go...

Ruck: definitely liked the angle you came from...the good use of humor always works in topicals...but the humor can go good or very wrong..this was good...a little bit more work on the story telling aspect would inhance your verse..i also think the length had something to do with that...the flow was felt...the imagery was there, could be a tad sharper but like you said your polishing up the skills...you stayed on topic very well..over all very nice verse...


Jay:
your verse was nice IMO..the flow was spot on..the content was straight..the imagery was there but i think it could have been brought out a tad bit more...no glaring holes in your verse...the story telling is where you need to put in some work..for topicals i would say think of the ending so that you can build a complete story...your verse was fire for what u said you were working on..Audio..

overall this was a tough battle to decide on...but in the end this is a topical battle...so what i focused on was the story telling feel me...and the person who brought out the topic...

vote- ruck

reason: he just had more of a complete story for the topic..

((Phonix)) Vs. LCK
Topical – Faceless Strangers of Stone

Originally Posted by Phonix

There was she
Stone;

A portrait of nocturnal assasins attacking deceased memories
Of hallucagenitalia experiments in the symphony of the seventies
Music of the morbid, Skeleton guitars made from hitlers corset
A child died in Africa the second that each cord hit
Rock juice's master, eating gravel, one roughless bastard
Crushing embryos in her palm, revealing toothless laughter
Branching out to the black her very own nude family
The stainless night was her pet growling at humanity
The Past seemed so distance, representing visitor niche's
Attempts of originality resulted in massacred similar species
Coupled resident pelicans catipulted across in scorches
Killing two birds with one stone she fornicated with their corpses
Dying on the outskirts of the village of the damned shire
Dreams to drive by the zombies then gang bang with vampires
Cancerous living inside her diseases powerless prism
Her soul philosophy dictated sound tastes louder than vision
Building her expectations of pain through the doors fourth floor
Death was upon her as she screaming "MAW MAW MAW"
Exhaling pollution and decay into the wind and the stars
The epic of Stone, The last ginger on Mars

NOW MY ROBOT FACTIONS. REJOICE!!! THE WINTER IS OURS

Sad to see this verse wasted on a no show… but it was definitely some nice shit…hopefully you’ll get some good feedback in the open mic sections… it was hard to choose verse of the week… but I think in the end I made the right decision choosing this one… good job Phonix…

“WTF Are You Doin With Our Food” Award

Im giving this to all those strange people who showed up to vote or make statements in Jay-Rede vs. Rck Bndles… including: Ladie, GTWIST, and LME… WTF are you doin with our food??? Go get your own!!!

Flava Enhancer

Well, it was pretty hard to choose this week… nothing too out of the ordinary going on… but in the end I thought I’d go with 7th Crescent… he’s been a longtime faithful member of the RFBL… always has great votes, breakdowns, and analysis… and always shows on time with a superb verse… its people like you that enhance the flava of the RFBL… this comes with an RF money prize of $25,000…

Welcome to the League!!!

Abaddon
Vinny
HenryLongFellow
Don’t Tempt Me
Royal Raptress
S.Nox
ReaLyfe

The RFBL Mag would like to extend a hearty, but eerie welcome to all the newcomers this week since theres so many… I hope you all know what your getting yourself into… We strive for excellence here… so be sure to show and bring you’re A game!!!

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Beyond vs. HellRazor –punches

I think this is gonna be a great battle… very similar to me vs. HellRazor… but he’s gonna have to bring some fury in able to defeat Beyond… I think its doable for HR… but unless something crazy happens, Beyond should get this one…

Pembroke vs. Noggah -open-mic

Another battle im looking forward to and should be an amazing battle… I’m gonna have to really pull out all the stops for this one…Me n Pem have each won our fair share against the other…so who can possibly tell who the victor will be this go around?? Best of luck…

DAM vs. Phonix –topical

A third INSANE battle… with all these dope matchups, peoples heads are gonna explode from the sickness leaking out of the RFBL… another close one that I think will be anybodies game… the closeness will come down to how much time DAM has to write, because I know both of these Gents have the ability to murder a topical…

Aesir vs. Don Mega vs. 7th Cresent –punches

This is a good matchup, and its interesting to see a 3 way going down… Aesir and Don have shown what they are capable of in various forms of writing, but im not sure I have really seen many punches battles from 7th.. despite this fact, I still think he will be able to edge out this win…

Jay-Rede vs. Xylo -open-mic

I think this is a really close matchup and either could get the win… both have dropped some pretty solid verses… Xylo had his first open mic last week and says he always does better on the second go around… Jay should heed those words and not hold back…

Rck Bundles vs. Royal Raptress –topical

I have never seen anything from Royal… but from what I’ve heard shes a force to be reckoned with… will Rck be able to reckon with her, or will the rust prove too much to get off for this one??? There really is no telling…

Abaddon vs. Vinny –punches

Ive never seen Abaddon, Vinny can be a handful in punches tho and is no new jack… I’d like to welcome both to the league, and I look forward to seeing future battles…

HenryLongFellow vs. Don’tTemptMe -open-mic

Two more new cats id like to welcome… I have no information on either… but be sure next week I will have a synopsis of their talent for their next battle… don’t make me say bad things!!!

S.Nox vs. ReaLyfe –topical

ReaLyfe, im sorry to say I don’t think ive read much from you, but I have a feeling I will be reading a lot more of you from now on… and no info on S.Nox… id like to welcome you both to the league…

Cheers Nog! -Plot

[Noggah]

WooHoo... props to Strong for the dope cover...

[Thesis-]

Good shit realy liked the read keep em coming

[Ruck]

props.

[Xylo]

Nice work on the gfx strong good job on the mags info Plotter, Noggs!

It was well worth the wait

[Aesir]

Nice mag.

[DAM]

slacker ;)

[DoN-MeGa]

Great read. Always enjoyable.
I thought I'd be seein' the lines of the week or somethin', guess not.
Good job, once again.

[Jay-Rede]

props man

[Exis]

ill cover strong , props to everyone that received a mention...