Your punches are glares, Mine leaving you Lyrically Impared
Think your so hot, Me winning this battle is your only ' NightMare '
Fake keepings leave you sleeping , ya Crews Bitchen Repeating
Your crew claims ' Topical ' Cause other-wise you take beatings
This is just the start, I impart death and strain into your heart
You might tell ' The Weather ' But Rap is Not your ' Art '
Annoying like locus, Rhymes you write continou to be hopeless
You cant win, You punches are to ' Soft ' and lost ya ' Focus '
Your line now rope-less, Flow is Leak'n... Rap not worth keepin
Who U ganna Dick-Ride next, Allready Been Edicuos and Deacon
Bitch, Learn your lesson... Your just a left out Blessin
This battle will have you running back to ' Soft Focus Confessions '
Im a seal to your fate, 0 your rate, just take your place
Next tell ' File ' to Re-write ya verse, cause spelling aint your only mistake...



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- Conclusion on Punches -

Line 1-2 ( Nightmare was a rap of his )
Line 3-4 ( His crew is Topical, and never wants to Battle )
Line 5-6 ( 'The Weathers Art' is a rap of his, You know what it means LOL )
Line 7-8 ( Im Clown'n on the Crew Name ' Soft Focus '
Line 9-10 ( He seems to always Dick-ride them and Crew )
Line 11-12 ( File- A Crew Member... Fixed spelling mistakes in his rap, befor he put it into Open Mic )


---> Well, thats my verse. I know I won because of major personals. Or thats just my opinion on this match. G/L Rule

OUT

-High Class a.k.a Confusion

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