$200 Audio Competition - Vote Now

[Bag Mandela]

1st Place: $80
2nd Place: $60
3rd Place: $40
4th Place: $20

Entries from @mal diction @Slayerr. @TheShaman @Jack Hallows

Upped the prizes so no one goes away empty handed let's goooo

@miracle ‎@MV @Mimic @MarkB @KnoXville. @Adapt. @daveDILLY @Celph Taut @Spree @Virbius @bare ryu @Soule @FaQEyeReddit @Neonn @HEK TEAFY

Any votes would be appreciated

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ENTRY #1





Let Me Go

If you wanna let me go.. let me go

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The love we shared, the times we dared
To fix what’s broken, being the token
Failure in the bunch, taking the punch
The sip of life, drink spiked, at lunch

In the crunch.. clock ticking down
Screaming love aloud, amidst the crowd
Wishes now.. to promises later
In our favor.. To you I catered

You never respected me, or my grind
Now our love’s in the sea, on the pine
More than eye’s … sight.. you felt my might
Now we’re catching the wind; flying the kite

Nothing more that I can say, thoughts on replay
The rod of your love, Taught me each day
Not to delay… so I present all to you
Answer to my love, while it’s Calling you
…………..

If you wanna let me go.. let me go
I never thought time could move so slow
I only wish you would let me grow

………….

I’ve played in your leaves, swam in your ocean
Coasting, Diving deep, replaying the Motions
The most you, gave me, the sleeve of your shirt
I smiled for days with you, now relieving the smirk

Put it all up for you, a ransom writer
Heavies the weight, my Stance is lighter
Fanned the fire, only to be burned
In the end.. lonely only to be turned, again

you not as cute as you think you is
…Short is the plank you kiss…
Ain’t you this.. ain’t you that…
Stating facts… all that weight can shift

Nothing more that I can say, thoughts on replay
The rod of your love, Taught me each day
Not to delay… so I present all to you
Answer to my love, while it’s Calling you
……………..

If you wanna let me go.. let me go
I never thought time could move so slow
I only wish you would let me grow
……………….

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Entry #2





This was written in 10 minutes
Admit it, Proves I’m sick with a pen init
So why can’t u cunts meet deadlines when all u do is spit it?

Miracle dropped a dope bar, must’ve bit it
Now here’s the silly thing
Where the fuck have him n dilly been
Suppose to moderate a league?
Who put this fool in control
He couldn’t even moderate his portion control


As if that shit should fly,
give it to jack hallows expect we all prefer his goodbyes
U need to elevate but I ain’t got time to teach ya
How to formulate a punch when I beat ya
so I don’t mean ur in ur prime when we call ya jack reacher

Wait..

his mum posts on these forums? If we’re taking a train I wanna go before um when we ride it
Luckily she won’t cost a lot n lately knox has lost the plot
but the point that’s beside it
so I’ll slit his throat n help the undertaker find it

So get in the bin without a word for what’s about to occur won’t be nice to be heard
So wanna know a good virb?
Win
N that’s why you’ll never be good virb


Now who the fucks this bag man? He ain’t no bad man give me the bag man or I’ll put you in the van man
Dropped one good diss against chree
But your punches should miss against me
U don’t even have any old bangers like a robin reliant
So how u claim ur fire when ur ulez compliant?

Now that one might miss these folks coz it’s a British joke max 10
So I’ll post lyrics for that can’t understand my accent or believe my jokes
But I doubt most of u can read based on the state of ur votes
And the average IQ based in the states that you vote

So battle rap is something u shouldn’t try at home
I ran some writers off the league hit ‘em in the eye n dome
So wherever your mind will roam when ur hit its bespoke - sanity isn’t something that I savour
I won’t ransom these writers just slit their throat n do humanity a favour

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Entry #3





I'm a handyman I bang with the toolie.
I said Eye is strapped like Alastor Moody.
Nah, it ain't Faq's. It's just Rap like Kool G.
I'm sweet as Candyman, I'll just hand you a hook, Bee.
So what's The Score but an album from Fugees?
I bet I'll beat the odds with these amateur bookies.
Cuz y'all are soft as that madeleine cookie.
Wouldn't even hit the Lab if you were scared of them cooties.
While I'm smacking the booty on the baddest of cuties.
Call me the Man on the Moon cuz I Carrey the movie.
This dude Jack is soft like chronic masturabation.
Cuz he's in the sewers with the ho's like public sanitation.
I talk that shit like Mozart von Amadeus.
But it doesn't take a Genius to read these annotations.
I'm double parked: I ain't seeking validation or aderation,
I'm here to hit your ear like Trump's assasination.
Yeah.. You miss your X every X-mas.
I got the whole Westside Connected like Gangsta Nation.
If you wrote some bullshit you know FaqEye read it.
Cuz his bars are more convoluted than his name is.
And who said I ain't got the dopest rhyming schemes?
Just read between the lines like microtonal harmonies.
Mal Diction? The guy could row at Ivy League.
But he'd rather grow as high as weed with hydroponic garden seeds.
Just turn off the lights. Get your mack on.
It's bedtime stories if to-night Slayerr drag-on.
About how he used potatoes on his handgun.
The only potato is the one he recorded his track on.

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Entry #4



Jack Hallows - The Blameless Few


The Blameless Few

Intro:
oh, no. they say the sky is the limit. but the sky is a gimmick. c’mere lemme talk to
you for a minute.

v1:
there’s a war going on outside no one is safe from/ but it’s a war for your mind and it’s state run/ where fake one’s pretend that they hate guns/ but won’t hesitate to aim one if your face ain’t the same son/ it’s satan- i seen him at the gate one/- night while on a late run/ he told me i escaped because my faith won/ then laughed about the coming generation/ and said that if i can’t raise a nation of hate, then he’ll create one/ you cān’t run, this fate comes’ something we can’t escape from/ he’s reined ‘em - up in the chains of the plantation/ mistake one, was prayin’ i was more than just a slave son/ since day one we been lead astray un-der the nation/ where they take sons, and crate em off to war so they can make funds/ from the slaying done by this war forged indoctrination/ there’s nothing none can do to save them/ when he claims em & trains em to take a bullet or be hooded when they spray one - that’s A1

hook:
damn, what happened to the sky?/ they say that it’s the limit but attack you when you fly/ beware the pied piper, it’s the catcher in the rye/ who has aimed their bow and arrow at the apple of your eye/ my, wide, eyes have seen the hidden truth/ they fabricate their lies to initiate the youth/ and when the youth is hangin from the noose/ it’s too late to see the proof, that satan’s on the loose - and he’s claimed them too

v2:
the Ransom Writing’s on the cover/ they dusted off the book and opened up to the psalm of the Nightless Brother/ some sightless sputter or that righteous gutter?/ you might discover one or the other list’ning to him recite this number/ i’ve seen the lightless umbra from under bright penumbra/ where the slightest mutter could tuther you to a flightless flutter/ the utter drudge of it smothering with a psychic shudder/ Wisemen see that it gets sliced like butter with a knifeless cutter/ you stand and fight or become lifeless clutter, it don’t matter/ our bones are either scattered or they’re served upon a platter/ they’ve got the triggers loaded, division is promoted/ these niggas didn’t think we’d really notice/ - but i saw you/ now i know what to call you/ and now we comin for you/ you thought that we’d stay loyal while you claimed our soil/ you snakes may coil but your game is foiled/ i’ll watch you bake and boil over your mistake of taking satan’s toil/ i’m making sure you face your execution/ whether by guillotine, firing squad, gas or electrocution/ from retribution comes the restitution/ this is the best solution, listen to the lesson or get left illusioned with the question looming... of

hook:
what happened to the sky?/ they say that it’s the limit but attack you when you fly/ beware the pied piper, it’s the catcher in the rye/ who did aim their bow and arrow at the apple of your eye/ my, wide, eyes have seen the hidden truth/ they fabricate their lies to initiate the youth/ and when the youth is hangin from the noose/ it’s too late to see the proof, that satan’s on the loose - and he’s claimed them too -

here’s what happened to the sky/ they fabricate the heights we climb to dazzle us with lies/ realize the pied piper is the catcher in the rye/ who did germinate the worm that ate the apple of your eye/ why cry? just try, to see that it’s the truth/ before the ones you love end up as Hangmen in the noose/ just listen while i’m layin’ out the proof/ that satan’s on the loose, he’s already claimed us, don’t let him claim them too....

they are the blameless few..

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ChatGPT & AI Vocal (Non-competitive entry, purely for novelty)

Lyrics in captions

[Slayerr.]

Think bag should’ve dropped a track too but nice to see a good turn out! I’ll probably listen and vote after the Christmas festivities but mental about 50% of the active RB population dropped something

[Jack Hallows]

yooooo i just gotta say, y’all dropped some outstanding work @mal diction , @Slayerr. , @TheShaman

lmao@slayerr looking like dude from the gigachad memes.

i’m gonna vote later today but i seriously listened to the tracks like 3 times a piece. each entry really captured who you niggas really are on the board so that’s dope.

seriously put the quality of my shit to shame lmao. now y’all got me in the bug again. all i wanna do is get back in the booth for real. this phone recording shit just ain’t for me, i need some mic time.

good shit y’all, for real.

Howl

[Slayerr.]

yooooo i just gotta say, y’all dropped some outstanding work @mal diction , @Slayerr. , @TheShaman

lmao@slayerr looking like dude from the gigachad memes.

i’m gonna vote later today but i seriously listened to the tracks like 3 times a piece. each entry really captured who you niggas really are on the board so that’s dope.

seriously put the quality of my shit to shame lmao. now y’all got me in the bug again. all i wanna do is get back in the booth for real. this phone recording shit just ain’t for me, i need some mic time.

good shit y’all, for real.

Howl

Looooool had to Google but I wish I had his hair line