I could care less if you wear a vest//
Punchlines hit you in the head, not in the chest//
I’m the best, flow with finesse//
And the quickness to spit shit more precise then a sniper//
Only time you ever shit on somebody, was when ya daddy was holdin’ you and
you wasn’t wearing a diper//
You ain’t wild ‘cus you hyper//
Picture me not ripping the big tough typer//
Dogg, literally I eat MC's on beat or text//
Let my baseball bat beat up ya neck//
Leave everything from the feet up a wreck//
Heat up ya set, with no regret, take what you get//
Just battling me will make you a vet//
So experienced, persistent to punk pussies who think they popping shit//
Think this really just hip hop and shit//
I’ll let the clip pop this bitch//
Realistically, you could be another statistic G//
But that’s just lil’ ol’ ballistic me//
Cannabalistic M.C. from D.C., see me??//
Nope, I don’t think you do, ‘cus real recognize real, and I never seen you//
I been through, wars with the best//
You still battling new jacks and hip hop heads//
I’m getting at all stars and vets, and still ain’t bitched out once yet//
Never will, equipped with scripts that rip with clever skill//
My letters talk shit, and my words hurt ya//
That ain’t all I got, my verses will murda ya//

aight
You becoming the rapper is really the enigma/(puzzling situation)
Im gonna be the one to stop ya ego from gettin bigga/
Punchlines are what make rhymes sick/
Yours are like a retarted guns first they "SPARK then Click"
And I could not be fazed by any of yo shit/
I could help you cut yo knees off so they don't hurt after you be suckin some dick/
I hit the block so hard I make the streets say ouch/
Your girlfriend got scared when i put my dick in her mouth/
the only time you really wasn't buggin/
was on engagement night when you told everyone "I love him"/
But don't stop now, you have a chance,ya see/
You could be the first gay rapper from Washington D.C/
They showed me footage in the Pentagon/
when you was in a gay club strippin to sisqos "thong song"
and Im'a win cuz my lines are "Straight"/
Not like yours which are Crooked and "Gay"
My rhymes are so better than yours/
last time you used rubber was on those tight pants of yours/
so before everyon here has a vote/
he had a dick in his mouth so thats why he "CHOKED"

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UPPIN FOR VOTES

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^^^^^^^^^^UPPIN^^^^^^^^STILL UPPIN^^^^^^
good battle enigma

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CMON YOO WE NEED SOME VOTES HERE!!!

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Hey, we need some fuckin' votes on this shit!! Stop sleepin'... fuckin' fools. For real, y'all niggas need to respond to some shit.

exactly, one of us gotta win, stop sleepin on this battle we need some votes!!!

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technical lines from both sides-
i felt enigmatics shit more>he went thru with this//Only time you
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ever shit on somebody, was when ya daddy was holdin’ you and
you wasn’t wearing a diper//
You ain’t wild ‘cus you hyper//
Picture me not ripping the big tough typer//

fav -line -cos it was direct

vote enigmatic >but yu cul do better than this//

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--Like hell was full this mate decided to walk on earth

skideelez too this battle with harder punches.....

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agredd with the kid above enigmatic had betta flow but his punches were really floppy.........

Vote: Skiddlez

This WAS a hot battle... it's 1 to 1, keep uppin'!

vote= Skid'

hiz verses punches where harder, even tho E had a betta rhyme scheme in hiz flo'z

i liked Skiddlez on this one too, he had harder punches and it flowed betta in my head

3 to 1 my favor keepin it uppin

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gotta give it to skid....better punches.....hit up my battle with mindtheory.....uppin for votes

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