-Technician-

Damn 20 lines max thats a fuckin line a minute...
I know I'm keyin but you got somthin pre-writtin
I chose blind spit, and It's my prefrence for a time limit
I Re-wind gimics, take it to you and Wrap this Gift Kid*
My presence, rips apart every word in your sentence
A W I pick it like fences, leave u stripped & defenseless
Man ta battle with me you must be crippled and senseless
You ain't walkin' away now you've tripled ya repentence
Your structure is wack, ya verse dont even function at that
I got punches ta match, 6 of ur verses crunched in this rap
No matter how hard you force yourself ta lunge it's a scratch
When Rb wants ta eat they look here I put lunch on tha map
Adjust ta tha facts, move ya bitch ass inta tha brunt of my axe
So blunt you attack, I could smoke you and give some of it back
Think you could trick me into crackin' under time and pressure
Foolish.....you verse is slackin' no wonder u rhyme like'a jester
Your nothin but somthin for us emcees to point and poke fun at
Treat us like royalty cuz when I ask for u I say "where my son at"
My lines get longer toward the end cuz i'm stretchin your neck
I've wasted good punches on you so you catchin' wats -L-eft

Lol... Nice hard punches
Wordplay pretty good...
Personals not much..
Structure was really good
Vocab really good...
Overall i'd give you 18/20


Rockin'1Flames

You bout to get quick burnt than rolled like One Joint
Tha truth is you couldnt Move A Crowd at Gun Point
Im like a fat fuckin virgin wit battles Hard To Lose
So dont forget ya apron Bitch im servin beef like Barbecues
While your at Value Village Technician up in Expensive Stores
Ima beat tha black off ya like racist cops usin Excessive Force
I Break Alot of tha Fake Who Thought they would Make It Hot
And your one of em now how bout you jus let me Take Ya Spot
Coughin up ur shot just ta spit ill but ya witts killed by childrens brain teasers
Sluts reppin a crew but steppin ta Rock1n' just another over excited cheer leader
Cause right now I know you gettin alot more Thinner And Frail
Cause you get No Respect like Chrit Bein In Jail**
My Type Of Skills is Hype And Ill your kinds More Than Wack
My Punchlines are crushin you like tha Buckaneer QuarterBack
So now you know ima pro I bet you like Hes A Vet
Your styles old like tha fuckin Mold from a Chea Pet
You's a bitch,geek, and ho in life, Despite Loner
Now I know why you chose to be tha Site stoner

Flow was ok...
Wordplay was dope
Punches were sorta weak
Personals...Not really
Vocab....None to brag about
Structure needs work
Verse was pretty dope....
Overall...... 16/20


Vote--Technician-
He came a lil harder with punches
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Props to both tho......
Dont do long battles next time..
To hard to read........

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