Rules:
Everyone should know the basic rules. No bitching or fighting in the threads. Or shit talking. 1st offense results in 1 docked vote, 2nd offense results in dq. Everyone must vote on atleast 1 other topical or you will be docked a vote.
How to win:
If your opponent no shows, (IF YOU NO SHOW YOU WILL BANNED FROM THE NEXT TOPICAL TOURNEY EVENT)
or 3-0 Ko or a 4-1 ko or a first to 5. If a vote is placed as a tie each will get 1 vote a piece. and if it goes to 5-5 i will be the deciding vote.

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On most cases extensions will be discussed between me and your opponent.
Length: Up to 60 lines

Have fun and enjoy.


TOPIC:
You are a baby with an old soul. Your parents are constantly fighting. Explain your thoughts and what you wish you would do or say if you able to speak and control your actions.
**Note you can add a hook if you want and dialogue, this will not count against your line limit**

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Check......

Good luck Fresh

check, thanks kron, good luck to you too

I'm gonna post my verse up now that both of us have checked in.
Mainly because I need to concentrate on my hard as fuck audio battle (thanks Obliv :()

...Keystyle...

I'm just a child, still old enough to know whats right and wrong
I fear thoughts of neglect, unable to mature and be strong
Suppressed emotions being stored, coz of my inaudible diction
Too young and naive to know, if my life is fact or fiction
What's alcohol addiction? Mother always blames my dad for this
And dad always makes a comeback, based on some random drug diss
It's neverending, like my inability to stand up and shout
And put an end to this madness, and ask them what it's about

Is it my fault they always fight? Sometimes I think I just might
Turn out my family light, I just can't seem to wait for night
So I can be at peace, it's bliss with no shouting, it's bliss
Like the days when my folks wouldn't trade blows, but kiss
But those days are long gone, and now I lie in my cot thinking
Will my mother quit taking drugs and my father stop drinking?
I dream of the day, when I can turn around to friends and say
That I love my mum and dad, without having to turn away

In embarassment....pretending that somehow I didn't hear them ask
"How's your family doing, kid, still depending on oxygen masks?"
It fills me up with rage, that I can't talk back to these strangers
Even though deep down I know they're right, and they know the dangers
That a neglected childhood causes, growin up in the wrong crowds
But still they don't help me, and leave my head up in the clouds
Why was I brought into this world? I'd rather go back to the womb
And be at peace once again, not worry about this fated world's doom

I wish I could talk to my parents, tell them exactly how I feel
Let them know how they're hurting me, and that it IS a big deal
They can't ignore it anymore, something just has to be done
Childhood is supposed to be fun, not finding daddy's secret gun
Now I've got it in my hands, and still they havent even seen it
I feel like pulling the trigger, just to see if they really mean it
When they tell me they love me, and it's never been my fault
That mother stole from the vault, and dad got locked up for assault
But it's too late now, my wounds are open and full of salt
Maybe if I start crying, they'll stop fighting and come to a halt
And realise there's more to life than dirty needles and dry gin
That true happiness isnt material, but under the skin

We have a family here, and that's more than most people on Earth
And we do have a worth, we've all been through the miracle of birth
But we've yet to encounter death, and I feel his breath on my neck
As my finger slips and pulls the trigger, and I crash to the deck
The last sound I hear is the painful scream of my helpless mother
And as I rise to the heavens, I pray that once again they'll love each other...

I sense a no show :(


** If that's the case I know a few other people who wouldnt mind taking his place... if they don't I will**

..no he's gun show man he told me he's gun have it up today..
But If He Dont I'll Be In The Second Round >:/

im posting tonight, sorry man, had some issues, but i got it under control, nice drop kron, ill post later, peace

i've been born for 7 months, i look for joy but all i can see is rage
inside i wish for a sterile enviroment and try to leave from this cage
my mother constantly yells at my father and all i can do is let out cries
hoping that they realize that if they keep this up it will be our demise
i just sit and cower while hour after hour
i can sense my hearty losing power and my feelings, they run sour
witnessing the drama, seeing my own dad throwing beer bottles at my mom
i try to stay ablomb, i keep calm, but inside i want to scream and drop down a bomb
if i could move my hands, i'd forget playing with pots n pans
i'll drown myself with sands or grab a knife and fufill my plans
why cant they get along, must they continue to fight
if love could be seen, they must've lost thier sight

mom,"Where are you going"
dad,"im getting out of here, away from you and that peice of shit"
mom,"this is your baby too, you can't just leave me like that"
dad,"o yeah, well fuck you and him"
*dad throws down my carrage and backhands my mom*
me,"whaa, whaa"
dad,"shut up you stupid baby"
*dad heads out door*

a million tears start falling onto the floor
my body feeling sore, but my heart hurts even more
i cant bare to look at my own mom cause her face is a story
a million words in that picture its a piece of art without the glory
im looking around me wondering what excactly went on
but i can tell by seeing my mom he was just a con
my mom picks me up, her tears fall on my face
picks up a pillow case and puts flowers in a vase
i hear her say words that i cant decypher
but i know that its all good as i sit by her

*mom sings a song*

thank you mom, at least you stayed here
through the stuggle and fear you stayed near
if i could say anything at this moment in time i'd say "thank you"
cause your the one who gave me love, came with the virtue
when i grow up, ill try to remember this moment and embrace it on choices
for when i can finally understand your words ill still hear just voices

car outside,"screeech"
*my 'dad' walks in the hosue*
mom,"what do you want"
*silence*
mom,"fine, if you have nothing to say leave"
*dad pulls out a gun and shoots my mom 4 times*
*im wailing and crying*
dad,"listen, i know you cant understand me, but, im sorry"
*pop,pop*

what, i can see my body and my own dad, but how is this possible
im up so high that i can see the nearest hospital
where am i going to, why am i still alive
my dad contrived to kill me, no way am i alive
what does this mean, wait, i notice someone upon me
who is this man, i try to look at his face but only his body i see
now i know, it is not a man that i gave upon
its the only person i love, yes, my own mom

man, it's terrible how the baby died in both rhymes, what's up with that??? what's running through y'all heads?. damn.

anyways, bothj stayed on topic nicely, kron got a good consistent flow, whereas, fresh's is sketchy in parts, don't seem like either of u did any multis, man, this is a tough choice, I've read over both a few times, and the only thing imo that can win it for one or the other is the flow, and like I stated , kron's got the consistent flow, fresh is sketchy in parts, so ima hafta give my vote to kron, good job boith of you, it was real close...

Well....

Flow-Kron
Who stayed on topic: Both.
Originality- Kron
Multi's-niether
overall- Kron

Too fresh your's wasnt bad, but the skits or choruses depending on which u used the "white font" as took away from it. I didn't like that. And your lines were stretched at times

Kron flowed well, and was creative. I think Kron's was much more simple then his best work, but still effective.

Best:"Is it my fault they always fight? Sometimes I think I just might
Turn out my family light, I just can't seem to wait for night
So I can be at peace, it's bliss with no shouting, it's bliss
Like the days when my folks wouldn't trade blows, but kiss"

Wierd, out of all the vocab and shit, these 2 bars stood out the most.

Flow-Kron
topic: Both
Originality- Kron
Multi's-kron
overall- Kron

overall i think kron got this because his lines didnt seem as stretchd/shortened as TF's, where tfs could've used multies to fill in the espace and most likely win

k-o 3-0