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WEEK 8 (2-0) Êmçëê D-£û×× VS (2-0) KILL@M1C
VERSES DUE FRIDAY MIDNIGHT
30 LINE MAX NEW RULE MUST SIGN IN BY WEDNESDAY,OR YOU LOSE MUST VOTE ON AT LEAST 3 OTHER BATTLES,OR 3 VOTES WILL BE DEDUCTED |
check plz thank you ~1~ im wakk dont worry TRULY WAKK
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signin n
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I'm punchin this fool, and leavin skin on his forehead to his Neck bruised.//1
Melt dudes, plus i'm puttin ARS on my verse to put your name to good use.//2 Vicin your skill and suckin tha breath out you, just ta put you in Air-tight situations.//3 Like kung-fu tactics i'm choppin your legs off, and still u ain't master of Amputations.//4 I strip this fool of his bladder and kidneys, puttin you in a disgustin waste predicament.//5 Rattlin your bones, slide through your joints, and leave Death streaks on your Ligaments.//6 This kid couldn't come hard at death, if i wrap him in cement in his coffin.//7 I uppercut your mouth through to your brain, just to keep you thought Coughin.//8 I'm puttin your verse through Law systems, So you can get some order in your type.//9 Laxative your soul till it drips your asshole, and u have some source of flow in ur life.//10 Nickle plate my nines, and put Dead presidents in line, just ta stamp you weak dimes.//11 killa-mic kills hoes like you, and leaves your pussy suffocatin under choke holds.//12 I mold cold shoulders into hot boulders, and crush your bones into Rose Stones.//13 16 bars?? i spit your equal and still rip you in every form possible known to man.//14 you could ceran salivary glands on tha boards ceiling, and still couldnt Wrap-spit fans//15 |
awaitin
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killa mic lyrikz are 'ludacris' but he aint got hoes//
he has to 'pik' through his writtins like his nappy fros// hes hasnt even stepped to a mic how can he 'kill@ mic'// the one i dislike, cuz hes a bouncin pussy like a 'real dike'// he cant even define half the vocab he thinks he uses// verbal abuses, left him scarred and leaven excuses// he 'pushes' up '15 bars' but his lyrikz still cant get 'stronger'// he has to count his bars to the side to make it look longer// he doesnt know what multis or metaz are so he sticks the basics// stuck to writin, face-its, he cant come front with it so he has to -lace-it// ~~~~~~~~~~~*Switch*~~~~~~~~~~ lemme blaze and ammaze this kid is new found faze// he couldnt be the latest craze, even if it was the end days// offend-layz, he couldnt pack heat if he was the sun// think he won, talk bout son, hes left as the emty one// u think u even test, you aint gettin none like chics with no breasts// work with no rests, leave u exausted, leave open like treasure chests// with n o contests, i murder you hang and disguise your soul// if you ran my motha fuckin mind youd still have no control// to break this bowl, im rounded in categories u never knew// styles new, but i can still easily defeat you///////// aight its fridat bout 11 30 where im at lol so i did this fast im out votes plz come ~1~ |
uppin dont sleep
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Vote=Killamic
Flow-KillaMic Punches-KillaMic Multis/Inners-N.A Wordplay-KillaMic Overall-KillaMic Deluc..your verse was just too elementary...there wasnt anything to brag about in it...Killamic outclkased you with hrdre more direct punches///just keep elevating.... |
aight whatever though read his punches there about doing shit to my body, lol that is unused now whatever
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7th vote...
I'm punchin this fool, and leavin skin on his forehead to his Neck bruised.//1 Melt dudes, plus i'm puttin ARS on my verse to put your name to good use.//2 ^^^^^^^^say what??? Vicin your skill and suckin tha breath out you, just ta put you in Air-tight situations.//3 Like kung-fu tactics i'm choppin your legs off, and still u ain't master of Amputations.//4 ^^^^^iight I strip this fool of his bladder and kidneys, puttin you in a disgustin waste predicament.//5 Rattlin your bones, slide through your joints, and leave Death streaks on your Ligaments.//6 ^^^^^^nice.... This kid couldn't come hard at death, if i wrap him in cement in his coffin.//7 I uppercut your mouth through to your brain, just to keep you thought Coughin.//8 ^^^^^ummmmm no...played I'm puttin your verse through Law systems, So you can get some order in your type.//9 Laxative your soul till it drips your asshole, and u have some source of flow in ur life.//10 ^^^^^^tight..... Nickle plate my nines, and put Dead presidents in line, just ta stamp you weak dimes.//11 ^^^^^iunno killa-mic kills hoes like you, and leaves your pussy suffocatin under choke holds.//12 I mold cold shoulders into hot boulders, and crush your bones into Rose Stones.//13 ^^^ummm no 16 bars?? i spit your equal and still rip you in every form possible known to man.//14 you could ceran salivary glands on tha boards ceiling, and still couldnt Wrap-spit fans//15 ^^^^^decent closer, next killa mic lyrikz are 'ludacris' but he aint got hoes// he has to 'pik' through his writtins like his nappy fros// ^^^^iight opener hes hasnt even stepped to a mic how can he 'kill@ mic'// the one i dislike, cuz hes a bouncin pussy like a 'real dike'// ^^^^^ummm no he cant even define half the vocab he thinks he uses// verbal abuses, left him scarred and leaven excuses// ^^^^^nope he 'pushes' up '15 bars' but his lyrikz still cant get 'stronger'// he has to count his bars to the side to make it look longer// ^^^^iight he doesnt know what multis or metaz are so he sticks the basics// stuck to writin, face-its, he cant come front with it so he has to -lace-it// ^^nice, ~~~~~~~~~~~*Switch*~~~~~~~~~~ lemme blaze and ammaze this kid is new found faze// he couldnt be the latest craze, even if it was the end days// ^^^^^iight offend-layz, he couldnt pack heat if he was the sun// think he won, talk bout son, hes left as the emty one// ^^^^ok u think u even test, you aint gettin none like chics with no breasts// work with no rests, leave u exausted, leave open like treasure chests// ^^^^^nice. with n o contests, i murder you hang and disguise your soul// if you ran my motha fuckin mind youd still have no control// ^^^^^ok, played concept and worded horribly to break this bowl, im rounded in categories u never knew// styles new, but i can still easily defeat you///////// ^^^BLAh closer Vote~D-Luxx nicer punches and wordplay, more creativity put into his verse. |
1-1 us uppin
am i suppose to suspect biting outta u wtf is this?> Melt dudes, plus i'm puttin ARS on my verse to put your name to good use.//2 whos ARS???? |
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vote mc deluxe with fries
lemme tell you why killamic, ya punches were slighty amateurish, your wordplay was ok...somewhat basic in certian areas, multies were ok ld had better wordplay, punches were harder, multies were also ok and vocab was a pretty close but kill mic delivered a little more vocab but punches were all ld's |
2-1 thanx uppin 1
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i guess i didnt make myself cleaR in me and eck's battle, u and dluxx r in tha same crew, u cant vote for eachother.
thas beside tha point. Vote=Killa his punches won it for him, lux jus didnt have enuff battle-like text, i jus didnt see well placed punches, wordplay was great by both, metas were both good, in fact luxx's were a lil better, but thas tha only edge u had in this battle,i enjoyed this one alot but my vote goes ta killa, pending that "ARS" shit isnt biting. Peace. |
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