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Tournament: PLΔTINUM HIT 7
Member Since: 1/1/2014
Posts: 37,384
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Originally posted by BlueM
Does that offer stand for me as well?  |
It stands for everyone. As kpxo once said, we're all equal here 
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Originally posted by JustLuke
Okay, I just don't want a huge list of what's wrong
Try and keep it as short as possible, unless you want to do the reading and editing for me too.
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OK, but you have to not be afraid to rewrite a section if necessary 
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ATRL Contributor
Member Since: 1/1/2014
Posts: 22,001
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I'll miss you all so much. I had so much fun here and I will still chat daily ^_^ hopefully there will be a comeback round I can slay
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Member Since: 9/1/2012
Posts: 25,973
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Week
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4. | Song
Ceiling of Fate
Against All Odds
Claustrophobia
Tug of War | Genre
Indie Pop
R&B/Trance
Dance Pop/Urban
AC | Peak
#24 (57 on Metacritic)
#19 (69 on Metacritic)
#17 (65 on Metacritic)
#6 (71 on Metacritic) |
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Member Since: 1/1/2014
Posts: 57,339
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Going to write a song about equality for round 5.
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Member Since: 1/1/2014
Posts: 41,181
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Originally posted by Eros
Lmao my average score being so tragic Truthy didnt even post it.
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Eros, this is what I see. Do you see your score now? 
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Member Since: 8/17/2013
Posts: 1,426
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Round 4 Song
Title: Overflow
Genre: Rap/Hip Hop
Theme: Confidence
Verse 1:
Yung inu, icy like List-o breath is
No second guessing, bars stay impressive
Pitter-patter flow so they know I’m the bestest
Rap game, come in first, third, and second
This verse got a gun and badge, and your arrested
Don’t care, like bad cops who leave you breathless
Take three shots of me in the morning with your medience
Chocolate skin, so I get my power from my melanin,
And within. And I know my worth, I’m never settling
Hoarding wins, so my name will always be so relevant
Turn your micy up because your not at my decibel
I will take my enemy and make that bitch a decimal
No need to guess, yes that was me at the festival
Clear cut path for me, while your road is illegible
I’m the chosen one, thats why my rhymes are commendable
Still no need for your petty side eyes and subliminals
You know I couldn’t slow down even if I wanted too
Focused, and coasting down the avenues
Rapid flow like Barrettas’ so really what’s the use
My passion red, like that cup full of jesus juice
Chorus:
Turn me up on your radio
And wet your whistle with the overflow
And if you don’t really wanna dance
Put your hands in the air, give the tempo a chance
Turn me up on your speakers please
Cause I’m heavy on the mic, I’ll give you what you need
Just for me, come and rap along
For the mind, one time, I can do no wrong
Verse 2:
Clap your hands, like you’re happy and you know it
As you gather round to the sound of a seasoned poet
Look around, the substance like the center of a donut
But I know my mighty mind makes me a master stoic
They said G’s, they move like Lasagna
But goonies be shakey like, over cooked pasta
Step up your game, and employ a new roster
Ya’ll players are phoney, yeah y’all some imposters
I am high level like Gucci and Prada
Just know why you envy, cause you getting nada
I collect more hoes than old school ball players
I read more foes than Yale english majors
That’s why they know, I’m the savior, the game changer
Stay caked up, my flows come in layers
Cut and serve up guts to any nay-sayers
Step wrong to me and your head’ll be in danger
You got me twisted like caps off a soda
I raise the bar up ante and the quota
Bitches stay mad, turn face like bad odors
Turn sunny days icy with cold shoulders
Chorus:
Turn me up on your radio
And wet your whistle with the overflow
And if you don’t really wanna dance
Put your hands in the air, give the tempo a chance
Turn me up on your speakers please
Cause I’m heavy on the mic, I’ll give you what you need
Just for me, come and rap along
For the mind, one time, I can do no wrong
Verse 3:
All I wanna do is spit a mean sixteen
And lay it on the comp like some fresh whip cream
Jabberwocky flow, I spit that hot fire,
Got goonies and broads scared to expire
While you with those 2.5 men, John Crier
My clique’s full of Ebonys and Mariahs
No problem going down to the wire
Press play, open the scripture and get higher
Electrify I’m the rap game bug zapper
New or old school, I’m better, it don’t matter
Come to the cypher, get hit with that hammer
No mercy, swing first ask questions after
No need to evaluate I know that I am the ****
I’m the only dog in the pound that’s killing it.
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Member Since: 9/1/2012
Posts: 25,973
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Quote:
Originally posted by HausofNiko
I'll miss you all so much. I had so much fun here and I will still chat daily ^_^ hopefully there will be a comeback round I can slay
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Yes please do!
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Originally posted by conatus
Going to write a song about equality for round 5. |
Would be a risk.
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Member Since: 1/1/2014
Posts: 37,384
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this is my lowest score yet 
Week
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3.
4. | Song
Dear God
Teenage Dream
Candlelight
Through the Night | Genre
Christian Rock/Alternative Rock
Indie Rock
Indie Folk
Blues Rock | Peak
#8 (80 metacritic)
#5 (81 on metacritic)
#3 (84 on metacritic)
#5 (79 on metacritic) |
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Member Since: 9/1/2012
Posts: 25,973
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My chart run is serving Wide Awake
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Member Since: 1/1/2014
Posts: 57,339
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Quote:
Originally posted by inuborg
Round 4 Song
Title: Overflow
Genre: Rap/Hip Hop
Theme: Confidence
Verse 1:
Yung inu, icy like List-o breath is
No second guessing, bars stay impressive
Pitter-patter flow so they know I’m the bestest
Rap game, come in first, third, and second
This verse got a gun and badge, and your arrested
Don’t care, like bad cops who leave you breathless
Take three shots of me in the morning with your medience
Chocolate skin, so I get my power from my melanin,
And within. And I know my worth, I’m never settling
Hoarding wins, so my name will always be so relevant
Turn your micy up because your not at my decibel
I will take my enemy and make that bitch a decimal
No need to guess, yes that was me at the festival
Clear cut path for me, while your road is illegible
I’m the chosen one, thats why my rhymes are commendable
Still no need for your petty side eyes and subliminals
You know I couldn’t slow down even if I wanted too
Focused, and coasting down the avenues
Rapid flow like Barrettas’ so really what’s the use
My passion red, like that cup full of jesus juice
Chorus:
Turn me up on your radio
And wet your whistle with the overflow
And if you don’t really wanna dance
Put your hands in the air, give the tempo a chance
Turn me up on your speakers please
Cause I’m heavy on the mic, I’ll give you what you need
Just for me, come and rap along
For the mind, one time, I can do no wrong
Verse 2:
Clap your hands, like you’re happy and you know it
As you gather round to the sound of a seasoned poet
Look around, the substance like the center of a donut
But I know my mighty mind makes me a master stoic
They said G’s, they move like Lasagna
But goonies be shakey like, over cooked pasta
Step up your game, and employ a new roster
Ya’ll players are phoney, yeah y’all some imposters
I am high level like Gucci and Prada
Just know why you envy, cause you getting nada
I collect more hoes than old school ball players
I read more foes than Yale english majors
That’s why they know, I’m the savior, the game changer
Stay caked up, my flows come in layers
Cut and serve up guts to any nay-sayers
Step wrong to me and your head’ll be in danger
You got me twisted like caps off a soda
I raise the bar up ante and the quota
Bitches stay mad, turn face like bad odors
Turn sunny days icy with cold shoulders
Chorus:
Turn me up on your radio
And wet your whistle with the overflow
And if you don’t really wanna dance
Put your hands in the air, give the tempo a chance
Turn me up on your speakers please
Cause I’m heavy on the mic, I’ll give you what you need
Just for me, come and rap along
For the mind, one time, I can do no wrong
Verse 3:
All I wanna do is spit a mean sixteen
And lay it on the comp like some fresh whip cream
Jabberwocky flow, I spit that hot fire,
Got goonies and broads scared to expire
While you with those 2.5 men, John Crier
My clique’s full of Ebonys and Mariahs
No problem going down to the wire
Press play, open the scripture and get higher
Electrify I’m the rap game bug zapper
New or old school, I’m better, it don’t matter
Come to the cypher, get hit with that hammer
No mercy, swing first ask questions after
No need to evaluate I know that I am the ****
I’m the only dog in the pound that’s killing it.
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I love this. 
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Member Since: 8/19/2013
Posts: 2,514
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Quote:
Originally posted by Truth Teller
Eros, this is what I see. Do you see your score now?
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Yeah, I see it now! It might've been cuz I was on my phone, but using desktop version.
Everyone's score after me didn't display. But now on my comp I see what you see!
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Member Since: 7/15/2012
Posts: 30,915
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Quote:
Originally posted by GotSkill
It stands for everyone. As kpxo once said, we're all equal here |
That's what a healthy ego is
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Member Since: 1/13/2012
Posts: 13,577
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Top 5  thanks so much! I'm slowlyf**king my way up to the top 
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Member Since: 9/1/2012
Posts: 25,973
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Quote:
Originally posted by inuborg
Round 4 Song
Title: Overflow
Genre: Rap/Hip Hop
Theme: Confidence
Verse 1:
Yung inu, icy like List-o breath is
No second guessing, bars stay impressive
Pitter-patter flow so they know I’m the bestest
Rap game, come in first, third, and second
This verse got a gun and badge, and your arrested
Don’t care, like bad cops who leave you breathless
Take three shots of me in the morning with your medience
Chocolate skin, so I get my power from my melanin,
And within. And I know my worth, I’m never settling
Hoarding wins, so my name will always be so relevant
Turn your micy up because your not at my decibel
I will take my enemy and make that bitch a decimal
No need to guess, yes that was me at the festival
Clear cut path for me, while your road is illegible
I’m the chosen one, thats why my rhymes are commendable
Still no need for your petty side eyes and subliminals
You know I couldn’t slow down even if I wanted too
Focused, and coasting down the avenues
Rapid flow like Barrettas’ so really what’s the use
My passion red, like that cup full of jesus juice
Chorus:
Turn me up on your radio
And wet your whistle with the overflow
And if you don’t really wanna dance
Put your hands in the air, give the tempo a chance
Turn me up on your speakers please
Cause I’m heavy on the mic, I’ll give you what you need
Just for me, come and rap along
For the mind, one time, I can do no wrong
Verse 2:
Clap your hands, like you’re happy and you know it
As you gather round to the sound of a seasoned poet
Look around, the substance like the center of a donut
But I know my mighty mind makes me a master stoic
They said G’s, they move like Lasagna
But goonies be shakey like, over cooked pasta
Step up your game, and employ a new roster
Ya’ll players are phoney, yeah y’all some imposters
I am high level like Gucci and Prada
Just know why you envy, cause you getting nada
I collect more hoes than old school ball players
I read more foes than Yale english majors
That’s why they know, I’m the savior, the game changer
Stay caked up, my flows come in layers
Cut and serve up guts to any nay-sayers
Step wrong to me and your head’ll be in danger
You got me twisted like caps off a soda
I raise the bar up ante and the quota
Bitches stay mad, turn face like bad odors
Turn sunny days icy with cold shoulders
Chorus:
Turn me up on your radio
And wet your whistle with the overflow
And if you don’t really wanna dance
Put your hands in the air, give the tempo a chance
Turn me up on your speakers please
Cause I’m heavy on the mic, I’ll give you what you need
Just for me, come and rap along
For the mind, one time, I can do no wrong
Verse 3:
All I wanna do is spit a mean sixteen
And lay it on the comp like some fresh whip cream
Jabberwocky flow, I spit that hot fire,
Got goonies and broads scared to expire
While you with those 2.5 men, John Crier
My clique’s full of Ebonys and Mariahs
No problem going down to the wire
Press play, open the scripture and get higher
Electrify I’m the rap game bug zapper
New or old school, I’m better, it don’t matter
Come to the cypher, get hit with that hammer
No mercy, swing first ask questions after
No need to evaluate I know that I am the ****
I’m the only dog in the pound that’s killing it.
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Could totally hear Azealia on this  The rhyming/flow is tight!
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Member Since: 1/1/2014
Posts: 57,339
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Quote:
Originally posted by swiftie13
Top 5 thanks so much! I'm slowlyf**king my way up to the top |
Can't wait for your turn at blocking me from #1.
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Member Since: 1/2/2014
Posts: 23,393
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Member Since: 1/2/2014
Posts: 476
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I don't get this.
You all said that you liked my song much better this week than in the past two weeks, and I still got my lowest score in the whole competition. 
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Member Since: 9/12/2012
Posts: 26,389
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Week
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2.
3.
4. | Song
Kingdom
All of Me
#OTF
Beautiful & Deadly | Genre
Dance Pop
Orchestral/R&B
Rap
Dance Pop | Peak
#9 (78 meta)
#10 (74 meta)
#20 (68 meta)
#11 (71 meta) |
Kind of sad to just miss the Top 10, but obviously competition is getting more stiff, and I did submit a song similar to 2 other entries. 
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ATRL Contributor
Member Since: 1/1/2014
Posts: 40,803
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I'll post my chart run later, I'm on mobile 
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ATRL Contributor
Member Since: 8/19/2013
Posts: 59,202
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Quote:
Originally posted by GotSkill
It stands for everyone. As kpxo once said, we're all equal here
OK, but you have to not be afraid to rewrite a section if necessary |
Okay, that's fine 
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