Introduction
well this is the first Mag issued this season I believe and its my first Mag ever so lets see how it goes. Recently the activity in SS has dropped through the floor, I can tell Brandon is getting frustrated and some of the best writers are leaving due to inactivitycome on people we have to make this league work with your help, we have to boost voting which is lacking. I will try my best to do Mags every week but will that boost activity? I think no, it depends on the writer and I know people have lives outside RB but setting a few hours aside in a day will do no harm in no-showing against your opponent.
Reviews
Cry VS Syanidal
This was a good battle, both took different approaches from what they would normally
use due to the handicap matches this week. Personally I think this match showed
full use of the handicap, anyway coming to the review Cry came with a dope story
about a basket baller fighting the struggle with himself and everything
around him. He had a good flow, imagery was dope.
Syanidal your piece was unexpected, the twist
at the end was dope. He came with a solid creative piece but it wasn't enough
for the win as cry won by 2 votes.
Jonathan VS Chris Black
Chris black signed out because he wasn't feeling it
Jonathan dropped a solid, creative verse here. This piece was fire, it was full
off imagery, metaphors and the flow was dope. This piece was technically
the best IMO. If there was a hall of fame in SS this would easily be up there.
Jonathan won by no-show
White-Winter VS Token
WW didnt show due to exams and there was also some confusion on
how many topics could be used in the handicap match. Token dropped
a verse when he was 'drunk' but it was enough for the win.
Token wins by no-show
Tactixx VS Brandon Cee
Both battlers dropped short pieces. Tactixx dropped a really descriptive
piece here about the harbour. Flow was consistent, imagery was on par
but I think if you add a bit more complexity in your pieces
you'll be up there in no time.
Brandon wrote a dark piece, I thought it was incomplete hence he didn't
have a full challenge for the win.
Tactixx won by 2 votes
Vylint VS Tebo
Another short battle, again the confusion on the opponent showing.
Tebo I couldn't piece your verse together, I just picked up different
pieces of the puzzle but couldn't seem to place them together.
Tebo struggled on this topic but this is what the Handicap
match was suppose to do,make you think outside if your comfort zone.
This is the first time seeing Vylints' work and I was impressed, even
though he dropped a short verse it was more complete, you could
vaguely make a picture, but not bad for a quick key.
Vylint won by 3 votes
Johnny 6 feet VS Scientific
This was a interesting battle. Johnny had a dope verse, imagery was immense,
the story was unique. It was hooked on the word 'go', reminded me of
Shawn of the dead. It was short, sharp and simple.
Scientific dropped a late verse which wasn't complete.
This hindered his chances on winning, the piece was quite hard to grasp.
The piece was simple but quite misleading, try and drop early
to avoid disappointment in the future.
Jonny won by 4 votes
Best no-show Verse
Jonathan
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Locked in a prism much like a prison
wooden doors and steel still worth a mention.
Pinches of food here and there, left a bruise
in my hope - & I'm too hungry to fill the wound.
So rude with the loot, but I will stick to the root
of this plan until the 'man' can't fit in his boots!
Free Quincy
He's stuck in another world, fuckin' with other girls
Dime's are cheap; so porcelain skin his considered pearls.
& his woman should never be 'plural', she'll never cheat
in a game with no shame, on sticky days he weathers heat.
Knowing she's better than he could ever be, bars stand sturdy;
Q just got out - & thinks she's dirty with hands unworthy...
Nothing absurd see, only a bit of flirting on occasion -
ADHD fights Q's mind his heart races and actions hasten.
The facts are basic, he's barely pacin' his way back to cells
She's having his baby soon & he doesn't want to be at the jail.
But he has to make his money; it isn't funny when he's business
Ski masks and guns just to run away the witness...
No words exchanged, he just asks for the change & then a bang
Shootin' at the cameras making tape scrapes the paint
& makes em' hang...
No choice in life, his luck is tight & doesn't trust his wife
So he busts guns & smokes drugs just to shrug the hype...
Heart broken or cut like a knife he's never focused at work
Q wants love but this thug keeps the white & knows where to lurk.
His mother is broke & their home is on a downward slope;
so he has to sell smoke; phones, anything stolen but mostly dope.
He robs in mobs but post days have been the most pain, his alone day
even though they always told him not to; he found his own ways.
Praying only that he's smoother than soap trays...
No customer present so he takes little present,
looking at the clerk to see if he'll visit a medic.
A weird kind of fetish makes him grab the whole register
rip cords and all the better so he won't drop any lettuce there.
Video's won't show his hair, his face or a car -
he claim's that he's straight;
wanting to know what he scored but makes himself wait.
He puts the keys in the ignition and sparks up a cig then,
lays on the gas even though he knows the job wasn't big.
When...
He goes down the road he notices smoke under his bumper -
the engine was old & totaled itself goin' out sounding like thunder.
Panicked he frantically gestures peace, calling his friends when
It’s too early today & this is a situation nobody wants in.
Sirens were sounding and running wasn't optional this time
the hounds would've found me shortly after I committed the crime.
Now I'm stuck in this building, the ceiling's lights hardly shine
Chills disperse; eerie feelings spike and divide at the spine
The pain is hard to contain, but I refrain from thinking about it,
I stay saying I'll be ok when my son arrives, everyone doubts it...
All my people are feeble - I did some stuff that's illegal
A third strike is for life; my girl & I can't even mingle,
& I know I've been fucking up recently, frequently
My last words of today are:
Please, free Quincy.
Battle Of The Week
Cry vs Syanidal
Cry
The Playbook of Heart & Soul
By: Cry
Hold me up? there's no body there to do it..
I don't got a girl and only stare for movement,
I'm onto the world; scared and stupid..
and for my dreams I'm prepared to lose this.
I'll only fall to art & soul, but all in all, it's heart control..
a Nike swish'll trip; ratio's called the heart to sole,
like when the ball is hard to hold.. sporty enough?
do you follow? or am I just being "forty in love";
hard to swallow.. I'm in proportion, but my parents?
they're an issue which simply fucks my clearance,
too tall to play ball - too short to live up to standard
because moms a whore and I'm a fuckin' bastard..
but it's the same old song so next fuckin' chapter..
same straight A grades; overlooked and dusted after,
and what's just as captured is my ability to play amidst
all this laughter, while what I really mean to say is:
my mom is finding all these reasons I should stay in..
all these chores, I sleep at night with no time for day shit,
it remains the same shift, my minds stained with
that insane state where I can't define my pains width..
wet with so much sweat that I can't claim friends..
and working because mom's ugly ass can't pay rent!
Fragrence is stink, some body explain this to me?
am I suppose to be in school when my mom's related to me?
say it's a dream.. I learn, straight up; slang's for shmucks,
but tell me I'm not a product of "more bang for your buck"..
of danglin' and suck.. Lord, I've tried hangin' to love..
but if I got rid of her wouldn't there be more bang in the trunk?
really make a bitch of her.. rub her in the dirt,
then I can add tiller operator when I put in for work..
Phew! try to touch with this hurt!
my hate's going to lose me..
Breathe.. exercise moves, speed; preparation for the game,
that's all this has to be.. and I say it's for the fame
but that's only half to me, I need to take out the trash and leave,
instead I take out the trash and it's back to sync,
the sink.. where dishes are done by the hand that bleeds,
but if playin' ball was bein' a logger I'd blast the trees..
so now I have the fleece.. it's not as strong as Jason's -
but to me it'll work long enough to blow; go off and make it,
and though un-complacent, feeling encouraged I stay hooked,
life or the court, ya'll don't reach quarters of my playbook.
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Hold me up? there's no body there to do it..
I don't got a girl and only stare for movement,
I'm onto the world; scared and stupid..
and for my dreams I'm prepared to lose this.
Syanidal
The Soloist
I wake from my sleep, it’s only the mirror and me
Alone with my clone and I just fear to be free
I wanna vacate to Greece and say that these sheets
Of paper I write on are only playing discrete
But you see that’s me; and this noose is thin
Only amountin’ to nothin’, to you and to them
But the lines that I’ve penned left me all alone
With these cars and clothes, even bought me a home
While my thoughts leak on roam and I missed the calls
And winter’s so close; waitin’ until Christmas falls
I pissed ‘em off, I jumped the gun when the gat blast
My eyes locked sights, I’m havin’ a flashback
Of a past, that last smack had me runnin’ in fear
While my spine got blasted by a gun in the rear
“Now I’m laughin’ ‘cause I sprung my career
I’m gone for a minute, ‘cause there’s nothing in here.
But the tables are turnin’, bills stack and I’m earnin’
A rep to the death as they lackin’ to learn it”
The tactics I burn with, and the house that I lived
Crashed to the surface; doused in the shit
Bounced from the crib, left a body to vanquish
Mounds of debris got my family in anguish,
I’m hangin’ but a noose can’t hold this neck
It’s been ten years since the homes been wrecked
Some people know my face, I’m recognized at times
The funny part is I lie – the place I can hide’s my mind
I can fly with time, I’m only see as a look-a-like
Riding the lines, and it seems that one took a right
The plan took a night, the execution was quick
A man, gun, and knife; with the brutalest tip
Only I knew of the slip, they heard of me passin’
But never realized my trip, was surgically – plastic.
“Now I’m laughin’ ‘cause I sprung my career
I’m gone for a minute, ‘cause there’s nothing in here.
But the tables are turnin’, bills stack and I’m earnin’
A rep to the death as they lackin’ to learn it”
I’m a craftsmen at heart, my own plastic surgeon
I faked my death and came back;
I was practically murdered
Cracked my knees, curtains; you all heard the story
Turned to glory, it all started with hurtin’, gory
But for me, a basic strategy is to lack degrees
And fact is see, that I’m back AS ME
Only minor alterations to my face
Hiding in plain sight, chasin’ another fate.
Did it all alone; some tools and a soul to fix
It’s all coming home.
You’ve been fooled by the Soloist.
Verse of the week
Jonny 6-Feet
Violent Silence
His footfalls are whispered, his breath is airless
His gaze is glazed over searching for a bare chest
The moonlight: his only witness as he ambles through town
An assassin in the night finds a victim to shoot down
He can't remember the last week, last month, last life
And can't find the words to speak or motivation to act right
But this neighbourhood is peaceful, almost welcoming
And even if the cops could catch him he wouldn't tell a thing
He paws at the windows, breath leaving condesation
The only indictation he indulged his fixation
A sick motivation, at last he see's his prey
A young woman star gazing; an easy lay
She didn't really pay attention, til he had 10 steps to take
And by then it was far too late to escape
She turned and met his eyes in slow motion horror
The light of understanding shined, her death was upon her
She stumbles backwards, the scream catches in her throat
His lips grin in soundless lust, detached and remote
She tries to get back to her feet, but his weight is pressed on her
And as his teeth hit her neck it's obvious she's a goner
He'd been in the paper about a week or so ago
Listed in the obituraries; a Mr Joe Liano
Murdered in cold blood, his wallet striped empty
Throat cut by a switch blade, that twisted and ripped plenty
But this event was overshadowed in months that followed
Preachers called it 'The End of Days' or 'The Final Tomorrow'
Joe was the first, a cadaver, the restless dead
Now searching for a new place to press his dead
His injury from the past life had taken his voice
As if it was fate preventing him from making a choice
So in silent violence he claimed his first victim
To become another soldier to serve in hell's kitchen
The Dawn of the Dead
Interview With Token
So in the Hot seat this week is Token, a new head in SS
this season but he is making an impact with a undefeated record, can
anyone stop him lets find out......
So token how do you think this season of SS is going for you?
So far it's going pretty good, undefeated, but I need to step my game up this week and next to acquire that HW Title I'm going for.
How do you think the league can improve?
More voting, and unfortunately I've been so guilty of this.
Who are the biggest liabilities and the greatest assets to the league?
hmm, tough question since i'm still relatively new to the scene, but I see Jonathon making a good impact. But I also really enjoy stuff from Stock, Cry, Johnny 6 Feet.. n' i'm sure there's more.
Where do you see yourself in 3 weeks time?
Hopefully defending the title with a new sense of writing nobody expected from me.
Which writer/artist has had the biggest impact on you and your writing style?
My life experiences have the biggest impact on me, no single artist or writers have given me the gift that I have.
Lets go off topic now, are you in too European football? if so who do you think will win the champions league in rome and why?
fuck if i know!
Do you think the film, fighting is any good?
do you think there is any similarity between that film and the fast n furious?
I need to go see that actually, and... again, I need to go see that actually. lol
What are your predictions for this week?
I think Jonathon will edge the title against Cry, and I will be the new contender going against him next week.
Well that was Token and a big thank you for your time....did he show
any weaknesses in his interview this week,maybe no but lets see how well he
does in his battle this week.....
well I'll be interviewing one off you next week so see ya
Writer Of The Week
This is a hard one, its between Johnny and Jonathan. Both came with dope verses, technically and enjoyment wise. But I'm have to give it too Jonathan because there was a story within the story in my eyes and that wasn't it Johnny's piece.
Predictions
Champ: Jonathan (6-1-0) Vs. Cry (5-0-2)
Cont. Johnny 6-Feet (5-1-1) Tactixx (4-1-1)
Token (4-0-0) Vs. SyaNidal (4-2-1)
Brandon Cee (3-2-2) Vs. Scientific (3-3-1)
White Winter (2-3-0) Vs. Vylint (1-0-0)- good luck
Tebo (0-1-0) Vs. Tim (0-0-0)
CatasTrophy (0-0-0) Vs. Mariah (0-0-0)
Outro
well that was the Mag for this week, hope you enjoyed it
