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Flyweight
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IP:
Ill:
First of all, get rid of the labels...first bars an open, last is a close, we can count the bars.
-\Opener/-
Ima Make This Nigga 'unknown', It'd Be Best If Ya Just Postpone//
Voters Mistake Me For A 'pituatary gland', I'll 'make this whore-moan'(hormone)// (1)
Nice play
-\Sorry To Be So Mean..But../-
Beat My Style? Kid Your Like 'Egypt' In 'a-state-of-de-nile'//
Reaching My Potential Is Like A Fat Kid Running 5 Miles// (2)
again, nice play
Like 'Auntie Kaths' Cookies, Yur Gonna Get Rolled, Roasted, Then Off To Dispatch//
This Battle's Like Women's Sumo Wrestlin, The Way Its A Huge 'Miss-Match'// (3)
hahah...
I Could Give A Fuck About Intoxicated Cause Hes Fake Like A Silicone Titty//
Only Time Yur Flow Is Dope Is When U Do "coke lines" Like Whitney// (4)
ok ok
-\Dat, Dat..Dat's All Folks!/-
My fist to ya face will 'connect' Faster Than DSL//
Have Ya 'ringin' More Times Than The Alexander Graham Bell// (5)
nice
intoxicated:
Son...
I've seen that wordplay before... is ya brain in two spots??
Tox blazin ya drop ... i'm so .iLL. it can't be .contained in two dots. (Think on this 1)
not much ta think about
rhymes haunt you ... echo in ya head like base in a box
ya punches?? ya, they're all forced ... like fakin a cough
brutal
leave you traced in the chalk ... another case for the cops
splattered ya head on cement n cleaned ya brains wit a mop
ok, basic
im sick of wack ass bitches who keep claimin they nice
But really couldn't think under pressure wit their brain in a vice
wordplay worked
got you duct taped n tied ... got razors n knives that takin ya life
you couldnt escape if you were a dragon in a cage made of ice
Not really a close
Aight. when I read Ill's verse, I was thinkin "this is pre-written", but really amazin word play. And, before I read intoxicated's verse, I was leanin towards givin it to intox, cuz there were no personals in ill's. But, then there was only one ( I think ) crappy personal in intox's, so hell no.
Vote - Ill
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