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~Break Bred or Play Dead~
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IP:
Voted For: saaran
Yo dis cat wantin to battle the sickest,
bitch ima solja my rhymes are relentless,
to you and ya crew those wannabe bitches,
5/10
you couldent win this battle if you put your hands togeather and prayed to the lord,
cause im liable to lay you on the floor,
5/10
and stranggle you with the microphone cord,
and make you choke you fake you wannabe dope,
you cant think straight like when you masterbate cant get rid of ya soap,
5/10
by the third line I spit you lost all hope,
you a fake mcee that wont win agenst me cause you cant cope.
4/10
Your punches were simple wordplay was basic and ya complexity was a lil iffy could use better structure and elevate more
bars like drunk tanks, imprisoned when blasted
not a soulja by choice, you were lyrcally drafted
6/10
your verse is sweet, yalike sugar easily disolved
my verses come hollowtipped, boom, problem solved
6/10
your body and your sould, diffrent trips both departed
yeah your sig makes sense, and if you were retarted
5/10
kids slow to rap, so i by pass like flags wit checkers
your a lightwieght,and your afraid to show your record
5/10
victims and you common, bust and put you under like another
lyrically killed a soulja, send a criply folded flag to your mother
5/10
Punches came off soft and ya wordplay was ok ya complexity was on point and ya structure was on point No personals from both of u but this was a one sided battle
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