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.Enigmatic vs. Blunt_MC.
Here we go... 30 line max. 3 straight votes is a k.o., or first to 5. No dick ridin' votes, no crew votes, blah, blah, and all that bullshit...
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.Hotness.
Damn Blunt_MC, what took so long, it's about time you address me//
I must have ya shook, I can't think of another reason why you’d neglect me// I guess ‘cuz I’m ya rival you try an threaten me, but what’s the fuckin’ point, it ain’t like u can get to me// It's been like damn near 2 days since I dissed you// And you just now gonna respond with soft shit I can easily rip through// Not only are you weak, you a bitch too, you lucky we on the net ‘cuz if we were on the fuckin’ streets I would kill you, if beefin’ was the issue// Roach ass nigga I’ll step on ya with my sneaker and squish you// Fuck all the B.S to get through, I'd appreciate it if we could just skip to the part where I murder ya ass and leave you to mildew// Rest in peace, little bitch dude// Fuck you and ya coalition, y’all nothin’ more than a collective body of ho's and bitches who wish you was as tight as this nigga E is// The method in which I compose my lyrics, my flow is wicked, any nigga that goes against E, is confronted with smokin 50's, getting’ blown to tidbits// I imagine your verse, no talent, I see nothing// I ain’t a gangster?, come to my hood, show you I don’t be bluffin’// If my gat see somethin’, It be pumpin…// Clips.. Ya knees keep jumpin’// Trying to dodge my gat bullet// You a thug? The trigga, guarantee you wont have the sack to pull it// I get respect, I’m known for beef// Break ya neck, sittin’ on my throne of the street// Fuck u.. for real, that’s my statement// After me on the street there will be no replacement// Kidnap you and ya family, dump the bodies in ya grandma’s basement// Rhymes so ill, they sicker than a cancer patient// But if you think I’m fronting, then come at me// No pussy here, in front of ya crew I will stand, see…// Gats where my hands be// With none of my mans G// Try to test me and see who will stand last// You’re a dead cat when the gats blast// Homie you ain’t got street smarts, and try not to spit please// You spit with a fever?, I spit with a disease// So for real, don’t call beef, ‘cause ya chances are slim// Better start praying to God, fuck it… I'll send you to him// I GOT MORE THAN 30 LINES, I COULDN'T STOP THE FLOW ONCE IT STARTED... |
yea... I already set one up... but whatever...
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enigmatic only because ya rhymes confuse the most brilliant minds.//
your most brilliant rhymes don't make any sence half the time.// just brilliant lies, try'n ta act thugged out or gangsta.// best duck down, I'm-a de-capitate-ya with rasors.// even ya fans hate ya, nothin'll save ya, do ya-self a favor.// take yer own life, 'cause if I'm the one given the task I'll make the pain last.// it wont be quick-fast, you'll suffer for what'ch-ya did to that, little kid.// fuckin' child molestin', buggerin' rapist, you can't escape this.// lyrical warfare, just like how you stuck on welfare, goin' no-where.// it's so rare to see this fake mc come up with anythin' worth a second glance.// he's worthless, food stamps are his only paper stacks.// like big-gay al, you a fag cravin' ass from the entire southpark cast.// actually you do have somethin' in common with someone in main-stream rap.// like "everlast" ya career'll never last, you already "washed" up.// but ya lines is "dirty" at best, like it was the morning and your spits the bile I spit out.// (bites lines, and mornin' bile is nasty) goin' thru my garbage and droppin' my scrap rhymes now, I clap nines pal.// accapella so you best ta shut-ya mouth, "fuck you"..(sound fx)CLICK,CLICK.. POP, now I'm still here and you peaced out.//(part of line in quotes is enigmatic) see you in hell, we'll go another round... pussy.// beat comes back but for now, mu-fucker come an' try ta push me, I wont move B.// it's like try'n ta talk to a move, you gettin' looked at like you was stupid.// that's 'cause you-is, stupid, an' you is, foolish, just a tool in.// this game, like a dice, you jus gettin' rolled, ya writtens on this site are just gettin' *scrolled.//(*not looked at) you grown' cold know'n you grow'n old and know'n ya rhymes'll never unfold.// if you ever did come out with a cd, it would never get sold,// but you know when you see me, It'll be at no1 on billboard.// 25 lines.. give or take |
.Hottest Joint.
That was a hot battle yo. Hey kid, much props on that... we tore the thread up yo... I liked this joint, let's see what the other peeps think.
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trust.. It was pretty much keystyle.. 'cept a l'il edit in the accapella...
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both pretty ill but blunt ur punches werent as hard and u started to lose towards the end (stronger finish and u'd a won it)
given this one to enigmatic |
1-0 you... uppin'
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.Stop Sleepin'.
Come on y'all, don't sleep on this battle... Hot shit right here.
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WE NEED VOTES....... I'll return the favour... just stop sleepin' on this shit....
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ma vote goes to blunt i was feelin his more...in my opinion his punches were more clear and i think they were harder...but good battle both keep it up...holla bak 1
poll vote-blunt mc |
1-1 uppin...
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You kids are pretty wack... *shakes head* I can't battle light weights or middle weights... damn... I gotta go straight to the top... fuckin punks...
Oh by the way... don't take this as an ego trip... I really am that good... and... I wouldn't open my mouth to speak... if I were you... |
fuck you
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I know ya homosex ass would like to... but... please... refrain from the flirting... calm ya nerves and go... don't set yourself up for a loss...
fuckin kids these days... look at the references junior... than think if you want to open ya mouth... |
first off whoever the fuck Avalon is,
shut the fuck up it doesnt matter how good you are bitch u dont come up in here and diss for no reason, thats lil bitch shit u aint gonna get respect that way second off both ya verses were off the hook this was a very close call and this was a battle ive been lookin forward to see and bothyou cats brought it It was a tough decision but I think Blunt has this one even though he did finish weak he brought some more personal hard hittin shit and the sound effects were tight too it would be a good audio E had some real hard punches but this goes to Blunt |
.2 - 1 (You).
2 - 1 you kid, uppin' this joint... We need more votes. As for this nigga, this newbie, Avalon, you need to make a name for yourself, before you try and come talk shit on some other nigga's battle thread. You askin' for someone to rip your ass, a real m.c. 'Cause you a femcee... faggot nigga.
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yo, avon... or whatever ya name is, ya need to turn around, tail between ya legs and head bobbin' on ya own dick.. an' get the fuck outta here... yea.. 2-1 me... uppin'
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we need votes... c'mon peeps.. uppin' dis shit...
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fuckin' vote on this shit...
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man.. c'mon... where are all the votes... I WILL RETURN THE FAVOUR..... if I already havn't voted on your shit.. come on, this is a hot ass battle....
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yo i can't vote, but both shits was hot. nice way to hol it down blunt, hope ya'll get some good replys!
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I got beef wit' Blunt...so I can't vote...but I did want ta let'cha know I cheked this shit, and it was hot...vote on some of my battles...
E's Shit I liked>>> It's been like damn near 2 days since I dissed you// And you just now gonna respond with soft shit I can easily rip through// Not only are you weak, you a bitch too, you lucky we on the net ‘cuz if we were on the fuckin’ streets I would kill you, if beefin’ was the issue// Roach ass nigga I’ll step on ya with my sneaker and squish you// Fuck all the B.S to get through, I'd appreciate it if we could just skip to the part where I murder ya ass and leave you to mildew// Rest in peace, little bitch dude// Homie you ain’t got street smarts, and try not to spit please// You spit with a fever?, I spit with a disease// Blunt's Shit I Liked>>> fuckin' child molestin', buggerin' rapist, you can't escape this.// lyrical warfare, just like how you stuck on welfare, goin' no-where.// it's so rare to see this fake mc come up with anythin' worth a second glance.// he's worthless, food stamps are his only paper stacks.// this game, like a dice, you jus gettin' rolled, ya writtens on this site are just gettin' *scrolled.//(*not looked at) you grown' cold know'n you grow'n old and know'n ya rhymes'll never unfold.// if you ever did come out with a cd, it would never get sold,// |
this battle was hottt, i wish i could vote but i can't.
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what the fuck... why can't you people just vote...
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blunt Wins... Battle Closed
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