shit, sry, by mistake i hit enter, here's teh rest of the break down.


chea, yo imagine me losin, gettin juked by a crook
nah,u can almost measure this gay, callhim fruit by thefoot
-fuk'n great line, nice flow wasn' t stretched,

ya spirit crushed, it b trampled n solemn
if u bet u could win, then i guess u got a gamblin problem
-this was a an average bar, don't be surprised if some of the people that vote on this don 't understand "solemn" probably should have clerified it at the bottom,

can't believe the mouthin on this fool, i b doubtin on this dude
he got a dickridin calculator, cuz he countin on his crew
"mouthin on this fool" this is where your sentance structure started to weaken, should have tried to keep it simple.

and now that I see it, i dont' see a crew either, never been a fan of fake personals.

Dice, u small to me, you aint nothin large
rough sex wit his rhymebook, only time ya bars was FUCKIN HARD
-filler verse, not a big problem other guy had one as well, but yea this is played, try not to put shit down and the average joe, can think of.

a trusty lesson, when i swing wit this rusty weapon
his wins plus losses is only way dice gets Lucky 7
- not 2 sure bout the first bar cause i kinda took it as your the "rusty weapon" but you definetly made up for it with the second line in the bar, very creative, nice personal.

im not kind, and im no benign in fact
i say fuck playin wit dice, cuz his rhymes is CRAPS....EASSSY
-kinda a weak personal, i probably would have put that last bar as yoru last one, cause it was so strong.


Basically I gave this one to Dice, by a hair, mainly cause of creativity, but I'd expect this to go down to the wire.

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