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Spittin Quik.....v..s.....BLuNT-Mc
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When battling u it just so happens that my raps are too phat to flatten//
With all the stats u lackin, u aint rappin, u actin// You exaggerate bout a bad re-enactment of an accidental stabbin// And then talk in the past tense about shit that has yet to happen// Front and center, side by side, from the bottom right to top// I’ll have six sides to my story to give you writers block// Decipher plots precise to leave you light in shock// U aint nice wit glocks, you probably like to fight with rocks// Im like a clock, with a face, two hands, and the gift of speech// In one second I can go from rip to teach from spit to preach// Im fit for feats to write up scripts up to fifty sheets// Im the type to trick ya treats, u what the pistol seeks// Its my duty to put whack rappers like you back in there place// Smackin yo face so hard, you think im packin some mace// And if you invading space, ill push u back 10 paces// U couldn’t dogde fake bullets in you was in the Matrix// I explode, excite when I flow or write, look how long I hold da mic// I control my life, you got no life like the poltergeist// A ghost at night, u rely on pure luck like rollin dice// And go toe-to-toe wit mice, Im so nice, I could roast u twice// |
what you say'n you got 6 points to give me writers block.//
don't ya mean six cocks 'cause you want ya cherry popped.// bitch you got some scary talk, but I'll bet you can barely walk.// half-step, like you was a war amp with one leg, lost.// the other to a hatch-et, now you got one peg, dawg.// cut out that racket, ya writtens all rancid.// and that's a keystyle, bile drained from this kids matress.// after he pissed his pants'n, cried to mom and dad to change his sheets.// it's plain to see, this l'il one's on a completely different plane from me.// he's like a cesna, an I'm like an F-14.// complete with all the military equipment ta strike and hit quick.// bank at speeds like twice that of spittin' quik.// put this crackers nuts in a vice and twist a bit so they squish and spit.// listen bitch, you got game like childs play.// when I say life you say "I call green".. weak.// I mean, you an elementary computer geek, with ambitions from the 8 mile movie.// try'n ta be what you not, give it up before you topple your self-esteem.// selfishly take your own life, no consideration for your family.// |
Aight uppin wit da votes
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we need votes
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VVVVOOOOTTTTEEEESSSS
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why is everyone sleeping on this shit..
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This battle was decent.. but everyone was at a decent point..
Flow~Tie punches~ blunt Style~ blunt Vocab~ spittin Wordplay~ blunt~ Personals~ tie Consistency~ blunt Keep on battlin.. elevate/...^ nuff said Vote blunt |
a'ight.. 1-0 uppin'
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who the fuck voted for you in polls quik..
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shoulda went another round, gotta say quik on that one tho
decent battle |
i did aright, dont hate cuz he did better
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never mind.. 1-1
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im goin with spittin quik on this one, lots of punches and funny fuckin verses, and i liked the writers block part.
Vote = Spittin Quik hey return the favor and vote on Ill-Mental vs DaBatlaMan |
Nice Battle When I first read both verse I thought spittin killed blunt easily but then I read it for the second time...
Flow : spittin punches : blunt Style : blunt Vocab : spittin Wordplay : spittin Personals : blunt Consistency : blunt That makes 3-4 in favour of Blunt Close call Spittin you should have made harder and direct punchlines, and talk some less about yourself then you would have had my vote Vote = Blunt |
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