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Tweener: State Capitol(0-1)vs.Premanition(0-1)
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battles go up monday check in by wensday verses due by thursday votes due by the next sunday rules: no dick riding no crew votes no freeposting more then three times your dq'd no feeding off of other guys verse up your battle more than three times in a row your dq'd bar limits: 4 line min. 12 line max. |
check....state drop asap lets get this shit movin.....pz
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checkin....why the fuck duz this shit go on our records thaz gay....wat ever checkin in................
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^^^who cares about your fucking record...jesus so many bitches...if your so talented just win...
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kid out past his curfew….fourteen claimin he gonna hurt you…
i straight merk you…if you ‘hard~wood’ I’ll just burst through…. According to occupations…u been redundant for seven days….(profile) Leader to ‘gods?’…well then heavens plagued by eleven gays…(crews lineup) Laugh at claims ur records legit….with no structural wit… And that illustrates that a straight jacket is ur daily outfit… neva dropped a punch with conviction...just a multi addiction... ‘’Let's Flip-the-script, His Own ass He "whips", This kids-a-bitch’’ ……just an example of state’s punching restrictions…. This bitch upset cos he facing vets that put his record in debt…(above^) Not confident…you’d put money on me but ur not old enough to bet… Dumped the keys for the microphone…sure u can swear at home?… Expecting a high pitch tone…battling premanition?… ….Bitch come back wen you’ve grown…. 1 http://community.rapbattles.com/showthread.php?t=132522 - lineup link uppin state's verse |
Prem? no competition, Registered in feb, but nobody's even mentioned premenition.. His Hottest written was in an exhabition, still lost to a handicapped, with no eye vision.. I Own This kid Like the two letters in his sig, He's Now under New Management.. outwitted by a kid still In Junior High, Your reputation, Just Damaged-it.. Your lines, anerexic, droppin 1000 pounds of steel on your bars, crushin em completely.. When Prem spits, no fire is dropped like the U.s-N-iraq peace treaty.. you 18, still no girlfriend, Fantasizes about sexual intercourses, with his 1st grade teacher.. Still Can't "spit" Holy, Hense the fact he gave head to his Preacher.. Spittin Anthrax, Intoxicate your rhymes, Scold Right through Your Flesh.. You completed? a goal deres No "sound of Success" like scorin in a net with no mesh.. Spit Flames Right through the lenz of your Shades, Turn Your Nappy afro into a Fade.. DroppIn Naepalms-N-grenades, Blast Body Into Peices, Left with a kit of first aid.. Clench The Mic,Wrench-in-site, Clank the peice of metal Top of your Dome.. Schold-This-kid, 2 Pounds is what You Bench-Pres-sin, Melt you down past the bone.. |
uppin votes............................................. .
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I Own This kid Like the two letters in his sig, He's Now under New Management..
^ that line meant because "A.I" allen iverson...got traded to a different team..i own him like A.I he under new management...might make more sense now |
the breakdown...
here it is... first up is premanition kid out past his curfew….fourteen claimin he gonna hurt you… i straight merk you…if you ‘hard~wood’ I’ll just burst through…. 7 According to occupations…u been redundant for seven days….(profile) Leader to ‘gods?’…well then heavens plagued by eleven gays…(crews lineup) 9 Laugh at claims ur records legit….with no structural wit… And that illustrates that a straight jacket is ur daily outfit… 7.5 neva dropped a punch with conviction...just a multi addiction... ‘’Let's Flip-the-script, His Own ass He "whips", This kids-a-bitch’’ 7 ……just an example of state’s punching restrictions…. This bitch upset cos he facing vets that put his record in debt…(above^) Not confident…you’d put money on me but ur not old enough to bet… 9.5 Dumped the keys for the microphone…sure u can swear at home?… Expecting a high pitch tone…battling premanition?… 7.5 7+9+7.5+7+9.5+7.5=48.5/60 nice drop now for state capitols verse... Prem? no competition, Registered in feb, but nobody's even mentioned premenition.. His Hottest written was in an exhabition, still lost to a handicapped, with no eye vision..8 I Own This kid Like the two letters in his sig, He's Now under New Management.. outwitted by a kid still In Junior High, Your reputation, Just Damaged-it..9 Your lines, anerexic, droppin 1000 pounds of steel on your bars, crushin em completely.. When Prem spits, no fire is dropped like the U.s-N-iraq peace treaty..8 you 18, still no girlfriend, Fantasizes about sexual intercourses, with his 1st grade teacher.. Still Can't "spit" Holy, Hense the fact he gave head to his Preacher..6.5 Spittin Anthrax, Intoxicate your rhymes, Scold Right through Your Flesh.. You completed? a goal deres No "sound of Success" like scorin in a net with no mesh..8.5 Spit Flames Right through the lenz of your Shades, Turn Your Nappy afro into a Fade.. DroppIn Naepalms-N-grenades, Blast Body Into Peices, Left with a kit of first aid..6.5 Clench The Mic,Wrench-in-site, Clank the peice of metal Top of your Dome.. Schold-This-kid, 2 Pounds is what You Bench-Pres-sin, Melt you down past the bone..7 8+9+8+6.5+8.5+6.5+7=53.5/70 prem...48.5/60 80.8% state...53.5/70 76% it's ironic this battle was pretty fucking awesome...the only difference was that state went over the max lines...and it was his last two lines that cost him, because they weren't of the same caliber as the others...good battle though... vote-premanition |
i did........LOL.......i thought i had the exact amount..my fault
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2nd uppin in a row...come on y'all battle bein slept on....
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1-0 to me.......
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you both came pretty tite--- heres my fav lines---
Prem- According to occupations…u been redundant for seven days….(profile) Leader to ‘gods?’…well then heavens plagued by eleven gays - good flow- funny punch here. I Own This kid Like the two letters in his sig, He's Now under New Management.. outwitted by a kid still In Junior High, Your reputation, Just Damaged-it.. Your lines, anerexic, droppin 1000 pounds of steel on your bars, crushin em completely.. When Prem spits, no fire is dropped like the U.s-N-iraq peace treaty.. - These lines and the "sound of success" and the preacher lines were pretty damn funny too-- I only read until the line limit to keep it fair but I think you had stronger bars in this-- your wordplay was pretty good and I think your punches were stronger... Vote State Capitol. |
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