aight, my spit'll follow this post.............................

you know the rules!

aight check. spit yo shit---good luck!!!!

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spit yo shit dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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this goes out to either rythmic or youngblood..
rythmic, i think it would be a good battle if you accept to one wit me

young - ure a faggot..i dont like you at all, and if you wanna
free post on my battle then ure tha right and battle me

if either of you are up for it then rules are
10-20 lines, u spit first, no hatin, crew and all that.... - one

dog where you at hurry up and spit nigga!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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vote on my battle with ronin youngblood......>>>>>>>>>>>@@@@@@@@@@@@@&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&and ill hit this up

man, I’m gonna lyrically-slaughter-you, metaphorical-decapitate-you…
I’ve been beaten by the-elite-few, and now my resentment is-increasing-too…
You accepted-the-dare, now the damage is done, your can’t-easily-repair..
I’m gonna make you, bow-down-in-prayer, till your extinct-like-the-solitaire (extinct bird)
My shameful punches, sometimes-may-not-be-fair, you sittin-in-your-lair, tryin-to-tear,
Up that piece-of-waste , and you caralinion ass I’ll know where-it’s-placed…
Man, your raps constantly-in-poor-taste, look up now, and see-what-your-faced-with…
You are on-your-fifth, you chased-the-myth, of Joseph smith, now feel-my-fist… (Joe Smith - founded the Mormans)
Man, rickey got rhymes fake-like-a-cyst, coming home from Greensboro-stamping-mentally-pissed…
Your syphilis-bitch-list, goes on, your persist-to-continuously-exist, all-the-punches-your-missed…
Killed-you-off, *AHERM*, you got a sars-reminiscent-cough, remember the night-by-the- trough..
Bent over, screaming for a 3-leafed-clover, to bring-luck, with your face-down-in-the-muck…
Tryin to act, like not-giving-a-fuck, doubled like-a-trailer-truck, lyrically-stuck – for words…
Prophecies say you die in 2000 and 1 thirds, ridin-with-backpacker-nerds, higher-than-birds…
My punches’ll choke you, like-the-kurds, it’s over now, you-more-ancient-than-chow!

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=54275

it is right there. go vote plz vote fair plz.@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@

ill spit like in 10 min goin to tha store to get a pac of ciggs aight!!!!

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ill numb ya gums like dentist with N2O(nitrous oxide)/
so every sentance you mumble resembles DIKEMBE MUTOMBO/
you slow poke, i couldn't have hoped for a worse oppenent/
my verse iz above your cloned-shit, you suck bitch, you've shown it/
so go home-with ya shoes smokin, my spokin words musta-blown-ya-nerves/
theres no hope-for-cures, why else would you be in a home-with-a-nurse/
you loony, a lain brained cursed with spurts of insane kirks/
your first verse was just burst of mumbled blurts/
i rumble the earth surface and bust, like tectonic plates shifton below the crust/
sucks your under the gun, betta run when the ground crumbles, SHUCKS, your CRUSHED!/
you talk a lot of shit for a weak bitch/
i speak sik and flow ill leave you sea sik/three spit and
leave you hit like hoes in da street/im takin it easy for
a weakin like you but still holdin a heat/i spit da intelect
when i be reppin/in you in 4 different directions like intersections/
lethal injectionz leave your body dead wit my lethal weapon/
ill leave your eyez on your feet so you could watch where u steppin/
im goin over my bar limit plus im hard hitten/tear awy at your chest to leave your heart rippen!!!/just takin it eazy on dis WEAK ASS NIKKA!!!

uppin fo votes yall

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damn id hgave to say this battle was tight.
breakdown.

rhyming- rhythmic tendencies.
wordplay- shit...tied
flow- youngblood...rhythmic's interrupted in some places...
punches...youngblood

"leave your eyes on ya feet so ya can watch where ya steppin" fav line

vote- young

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vote yall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!UPPIN.......... ..................................

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