Enigmatic VS Jackmioff
 

30 Lines Max....10 Min...

Check In By:Wednesday
Post Verse By:Friday
Voting Ends:Sunday

No/Biting/Recycling

No D/R

Checking.......................................... ......... In.

.Checkin' In.
 

I'm checkin' in... HOLLA.

.It's Over.
 

How dare you get ya punk ass hyped for no reason//
You in a danger zone boy, like H.I.V. without treatment//
I'll make this shit short and sweet, the battle will be like you’re used too//
If I was bad guy, then I would just shoot you//
RB’s lyricist supreme, better heed the warnings//
You and metaphors are like leftover food, NASTY in the morning//
Compare me to Jay-Z, I think there’s a reasonable doubt//
Only difference: instead of a Cuban, i'd have a Garcia in my mouth//
Same mass appeal that cats can feel//
Whether in a 2003 Lincoln Navi or ’88 Bonneville//
I don’t even consider this a battle//
This is more me just showin’ off//
Consider yourself beaten after the first few bars I dropped//
This is gonna upset the regulars, and might gas up the newbies//
Like L.A. cops losin’ car chases, to 3 time felons spittin’ rounds with new uzi’s//
Lyrical exercise, no pre-written, nigga i'm a heavyweight//
Leave you knocked out cold, slouched in a position resembling a quarter ‘til 8//
You can try battlin’ me for days on end, or until God's kingdom comes//
Real m.c.’s still would only acknowledge your whack ass by saying, this nigga is dumb//
Fuck you, I'll kill you, drink your blood, and devour your flesh//
Dissolve your corpse in bleach, make ya ass fully refreshed//
Your slut speaks of unknown, pseudo philosophy//
Falsely, compared to Socrates, where did the election, no bureaucracy//
Stranded without defense//
Your victory remains imaginatively pretense//
I tried profusely to be free of anger//
But the transcendence of your mendacity caused me to become, a motherfuckin' banger//
Grab a dictionary, read with your hands, I minced your eyes//
And so begins the start of your demise//

HaHa.. Damn, I Thought You Where Going a Challenge
 

Blah.............
Way to go, I walk to be sarcastic, so he might Explode
Enigmatic grows, he’s all talk though.. Like AM radio
Quick to clap your palms, An signs of ya life seeing yaself `lost'
I'll have u in ‘parallel lines‘.. So your always `being paused'
The word is spoken, for u but the lord don't even care
You think you can roll? ha.. maybe in a wheelchair.....
Pull over, u need to stop.. Look No one’s on ya dick,
Mistake shit... Try to peel a bitch, but ur banana splits ..


License To Kill A Biiittchhh...........
Weather I lose, u know da Win(d)s chose to switch fast
Bitch Trash.. I’ll break ur arms an legs to show ur Four-Cast
I can’t stair, like dykes & gays his traped in his own class,
ya dad & mom had to be bro an sis to release ya ass
U swallow spits, then wait for range shots to drop 4 brain-storms
Against me u want to change ur head.. Kinda like celebrity porn
My punches, flow, everything's at all, an ur noting to me,
I’m no Santa Clause.. but I come at u wid every delivery
Pick yourself up, that's a call without da quick sand
But da 'I' will show that ur time never did stand

Finish Him..
E’s a fag, he follows his reads, an pictures Friends in Playgirl Mags
Want to win bad? I’ll leave u head out like ya in a sleeping-bag..

damn... Jack tore Enigmatic's throat out on this shit... especially with this line from Jack...

Weather I lose, u know da Win(d)s chose to switch fast
Bitch Trash.. I’ll break ur arms an legs to show ur Four-Cast

I just gotta give this to Jack

Vote - Jack

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Damn! Jack ripped this fa sho....Enig's verse got boring after the first couple lines....but Jack's was straight on an hit hard the whole way through. Felt the whole thing...his opener was ill too...

Vote - Jack

Weather I lose, u know da Win(d)s chose to switch fast
Bitch Trash.. I’ll break ur arms an legs to show ur Four-Cast


Line was ILL

Dope wordplay... E.. You repped yaself ina battle thats a nono.. No realy hard punches while Jack had nice ones threwout his verse...

Jack gets my vote for throwin punches and good ones at that... good battle... but E start throwin more punches.. and use worplay and shit... flow doesnt do much in Text battles

damn.....Jack straight ripped it

his whoile verse jus was plain iller than the other cat

Vote Jack

yo this battles was no competition...jack got this

nice verse yo

his lines were better...his verse flowed hard punches to kill the other cat...tore him the fuck up!!!

.Hell Nah.
 

This cat ain't rip me like that... y'all are lunchin'. He may have had a few nicer punches than me, but his shit was as dope as mine was. Y'all ridin' his dick and shit...

^why you trynna vote sway? Chill with that shit.

.Nah Dude.
 

Ain't even like that though kid... if you rip me, you rip me. You ain't rip me though. It's all good, every nigga's got their own opinion right? You really think you took the battle LIKE THAT though? Come on dunny... your shit wasn't that much hotter than mine.

Yea Just pressed on yaself.... Look at the votes...... read ya verse and then read mine... shit read it 2 more times if u think ya verse is that good.. make it 3... Kid in my eye's u still at a newbie level.. but that might just be me... ya flow was off, you had no punches that stuck out... your wordplay was nowhere good... An u still think you beat me.. iiight think what you want kid.. I don't give a fuck..........