aiight, same shit:

15-20 lines
no d/r
no crew votes
3-0 (KO)
first to 5

spit . . .

damn son, you bitchin' out already

fuk u chekin in post ur verse n ill post

damn son, you're really afraid to spit first arn't you . . . aiight bitch . . .

fuck bein’ DIPLOMATic, you’re about to die in this fight//
you’re lines are only dope cause you do coke and you get high when you write//
even if Pete Rock produced your shit you’d still have no SOUL, BROTHER//
you so fuckin’ slow you probably didn’t get the concept to COMMON’s “I used to love h.e.r.”//
so take your loss and feel relieved like when you receive the results to your AIDS test//
you shameless, thinkin’ you can test the respect my name gets//
I’m too distinguished with lines too hot to be extinguished//
flows so fluid it sounds more like Spanish than English//
so stop actin’ like you ain’t SEEIN’ ME, I can detect your senility//
I’m about to test your PERCEPTION and impeach your credibility//
you’re no competition, I spit more rhythmic renditions//
droppin’ complex compositions on ya' whole army, dis-enlist kid//
so don’t resist or I’ll beat you like I did X-plicit’s bitch//
ease up with that skepticism and cynicism, I’m cumin’ with more sadistic shit//
you’re a fuckin’ homo and I’m choking ya, you stink ur through//
like Common’s Sense Resurrection disk, leave you all pink and blue//
you better start spitin’ and stop swallowin’ cock//
when I stick you in that grave is the only time you gonna be down with the ROC//
there was no second shooter, bitch check the Zapruder tape//
I stay debunkin’ CONSPIRACIES and you the latest to be labeled fake//

uppin'

here is my verse


The methaphysical one WTF were u THINKING.... Stepping to CON
There is Something about ur STYLE.. its PLAYED OUT Like POKE
MON
He still TABLE FED… I fathered his style and CHANGED HIS PAMPERS
His people love CONSPIRACY… their favorite RAPPERS favorite RAPPER
You ain’t TAKIN THE TEACHER… get RAPED with the REACHER
Con'll make sure you dead… go incogni to the WAKE as the PREACHER
M.O You more than a FAGGOT… kinda like the WEBSITE’S only GLITCH
On ALLDIGS’S DICK so hard… he say’s “EXCUSE ME”… when he PISS
Here’s middle fingers… BOTH DOWN… cuz this ain’t SISKEL and EBERT
Afte My VICTORY duke.. Youll be Rockin a CONSPIRACY T-SHIRT
Crush dukes skull with his Timbs so he can THINK on his FEET
M.O's heart gonna be like an Acapella… MISSIN a BEAT
But beatin me is a defective Monopoly Board… there’s NO 'CHANCE'
You scared to hold mics… that’s why I amputated BOTH HANDS

uppin

My vote goes to metaphysical one nice flow and rhymes...............................return the favor against 13th desciple

we gotta genuis up in here ^^^^ who can vote on a battle in less then 5 minutes ahahahha peace


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c'mon ya'll, you vote here and we vote on urs

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metaphysical 1 i think your shit was decent!