.R.I.P. LastPoet703.
 

Uh, huh...

Enigmatic spittin' shit with a diseased aim, just another cheap-name to swallow and leave slain//
Release flames, and like a craving diabetic, i'm always eager to eat cane, shit ain't a game//
Turn your skeleton to gravel, or another one of the earths element-capsules//
Bringin' hell to a battle, his scripts just irrelevant babbles of retarded kids' scrabbles//
This kid's assed out like a plummer, I got "Raiden" styles with en-lightning thunder//
Physics at mass, count pyschic number, evaiding childs with heisting punched verbs//
Defyin' the laws of science in forms of pilots in war, to leave you silenced and torn//
You tryin' the Lord?, I'm sick enough ta detach your retina and dement the eye of storm//
Spitting blows to rip ya post, grab the pencil tip an proceed to slit ya throat//
His existence known?, nah, nobody knows LastPoet like sniffin' coke//
Can't y'all see this faggot nigga is a joke//
Hand in hand, quick call for the ambulance before death is granted man//
You stranded, and like a rowdy crowd of handicapped Iraqi's facin' an American advance, you don't stand a chance//

Just call me Enigmatic, stop tryin' to fight, just pass the mic//

DAMN...homeboy just got fucked like being handcuffed beatin and recorded on video tape...that shit was nice..made me laugh a buncha times...i wanna know if that kid is gonna answer, but he's gotta come up with some crazy ass shit to beat that...one

.Legend.
 

Good lookin' out with the comments. For real, I don't think that cat will respond, he'll read this, and be shook. Ha, ha... i'm just tryin' to become a legend, and I ain't letting no niggas put themselves in my way. Full destruction for any fake m.c.'s. Aight then, keep uppin'...

oh.... yo kid, nice battle verse, shit had nice flow, strong vocab, tight wordplay, and decent punches...
I haven't seen that other guy's battle rhymes, but this one seems abit hard to beat... shit was nice kid...

-1-

safe shit as usual dawg... nice multies at the start... some ill wordplay:
"You tryin' the Lord?, I'm sick enough ta detach your retina and dement the eye of storm//
Spitting blows to rip ya post, grab the pencil tip an proceed to slit ya throat//
His existence known?, nah, nobody knows LastPoet like sniffin' coke// ".. first line had w/p...
last line in that exerpt I don't agree with, I don't know last poet but I do know sniffin' coke... lol.. anyway, I liked it for tha most part.. go check out bitch slapped, or your PM's.. I want to have a friendly battle with you....

ok. not bad. im gonna respond soon. my enemies dont make my moves i do punk. roll through PVC ill body ur bitch ass. shit i got workers who'll body u for free. come on kid 3 times stolen property i aint scared

.PVC.
 

You ain't PVC no more son... you out of that game. You up in Philly now, with all the bookworms. You ain't got no chance against me, don't even try an' retaliate... you'll get wrecked with a quickness.

^^^ enig. do u want to battle...

.Battle.
 

Yeah, I got you... i'll post a quick verse in the next 10 min. You think you can follow that quick?

yep

.Postin' Now.
 

I'm postin' that joint right now... in the battle league b.s.