Round 2: don cardyac 0-1 .vs Brandon C. 0-1
 

if he doesn't check by thursday, I ain't droppin.

check lets go. i'm tryna fill the character amount needed.

why put him verses me, lyrically?, purposely?/
him see me? brandon couldn't even see-a-lasik(cielasek) surgery/
he coudn't kill a beat if he stopped my last name, plan going(leave)/
cuz i aint stealin' ur name when i say, i take your whole brand(team)-on/
music is major, ur music ain't, but i can make you minor/
cuz i'll make it where your music wont leave underground like the miners/
and you from california but my east coast gang/
a come and hang, your crew all around the hood like your bangs(hair)/
you dont know what the sign means, put down the 2/
cuz the only time you throw the real duce is when you scared to shoot/
but when i take ur 2 and start to toast/
than i'm feedin' you the heat until you drop(litterally) hotter than my post/
and this verse prolly went over your head like, the girl on ur left's hieght/
my truth backs me up, only one behind u is that fake napolean dynomite(check the pic)/

don cardyac wins 1-1

brandon loses, and eliminated