the breakdown...
here it is...

first up is premanition
kid out past his curfew….fourteen claimin he gonna hurt you…
i straight merk you…if you ‘hard~wood’ I’ll just burst through….
7
According to occupations…u been redundant for seven days….(profile)
Leader to ‘gods?’…well then heavens plagued by eleven gays…(crews lineup)
9
Laugh at claims ur records legit….with no structural wit…
And that illustrates that a straight jacket is ur daily outfit…
7.5
neva dropped a punch with conviction...just a multi addiction...
‘’Let's Flip-the-script, His Own ass He "whips", This kids-a-bitch’’
7
……just an example of state’s punching restrictions….
This bitch upset cos he facing vets that put his record in debt…(above^)
Not confident…you’d put money on me but ur not old enough to bet…
9.5
Dumped the keys for the microphone…sure u can swear at home?…
Expecting a high pitch tone…battling premanition?…
7.5
7+9+7.5+7+9.5+7.5=48.5/60
nice drop

now for state capitols verse...
Prem? no competition, Registered in feb, but nobody's even mentioned premenition..
His Hottest written was in an exhabition, still lost to a handicapped, with no eye vision..8
I Own This kid Like the two letters in his sig, He's Now under New Management..
outwitted by a kid still In Junior High, Your reputation, Just Damaged-it..9
Your lines, anerexic, droppin 1000 pounds of steel on your bars, crushin em completely..
When Prem spits, no fire is dropped like the U.s-N-iraq peace treaty..8
you 18, still no girlfriend, Fantasizes about sexual intercourses, with his 1st grade teacher..
Still Can't "spit" Holy, Hense the fact he gave head to his Preacher..6.5
Spittin Anthrax, Intoxicate your rhymes, Scold Right through Your Flesh..
You completed? a goal deres No "sound of Success" like scorin in a net with no mesh..8.5
Spit Flames Right through the lenz of your Shades, Turn Your Nappy afro into a Fade..
DroppIn Naepalms-N-grenades, Blast Body Into Peices, Left with a kit of first aid..6.5
Clench The Mic,Wrench-in-site, Clank the peice of metal Top of your Dome..
Schold-This-kid, 2 Pounds is what You Bench-Pres-sin, Melt you down past the bone..7

8+9+8+6.5+8.5+6.5+7=53.5/70

prem...48.5/60 80.8%
state...53.5/70 76%

it's ironic this battle was pretty fucking awesome...the only difference was that state went over the max lines...and it was his last two lines that cost him, because they weren't of the same caliber as the others...good battle though...

vote-premanition

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