Ok Imma spit in a minute just check in ill go first
Rules:
No prewritten
No D/R
No stealing
Me first
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Also its 30 lines each
Also its 30 lines each
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Also its 30 lines each
Also its 30 lines each
Also its 30 lines each
Also its 30 lines each
Also its 30 lines each

I WRECK on this chump, polluting his brain with violent flames//
He can't mantain the strain I'm putting on his main frame//
He's a lame brain, thinks he beat me so now he's off the chain//
I could have made any of them kids suffer at the reach of my reign//
Blood gets slain, when this fake rapper fails to deliver//
Wreckin gets checked with a glock, then gets de-livered//
Rip his guts and all, watch him violently fall face first//
It's no worst, I'll go first, and still demolish your verse//
Drop a curse or two, I hope you know nobody is feeling you//
That's why you feeling blue, Cuz everyone knows you ain't really true//
Your a fake ass rapper, you ain't got shit on your dick//
My name is an anthem, yours compares to fuckin sticks//
Lays on the ground and gets kicked, ya ain't worth shit//
I'll leave you face down in a puddle of your own blood you bitch//
Go head and order a death certificate in the mail and fill it out//
I'll have you unable to battle like the bullet's shells killed your mouth//
It's real in the south, you need to adjust your verbs and nouns alike//
I just realized, you and Steve Urkel sound alike//
I drown the mic, watch it flood your lungs after I spit//
I'll rattle this shit, just to shake and shatter you bitch//
I'll shatter your wrists, you can't fuck with someone ill like me//
I'll have you suffering defeats so horrible they wouldn't appear in your dreams//
Maybe a nightmare, I'll put this mic and burn you right there//
You battlin me is like a cheetah racing a white hare//
Your merely a deceptive form of an emcee that can't cut it//
So you throw multi's in so it looks like you more than nothin//
But thats all you amount to, give up and live by ya rep//
The weapon is kept, I'll leave chunks missing from your flesh//
Now Imma leave it up to the boards to vote and finish the rest//
This is like a test, except Im Realest-Rap the best//





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You don't pull dog, you gay and you gatless/
Cuz we all kno the only flames see is when u playin with matches/
You'll prolly open for me, im main eventing the tour/
The point of my verse is to kill u, whats the main intention of yours/
I don't need to continue, i crushed u with my last line/
Its like im fresh pushin' the court, and your pushing for half time/
Cuz im ready 4 war, Bandana'd, vest up/
Ready to unload on you ... like a U-P-S truck/
Your not on my level, not close to being the best dog/
Cuz i kno your not pulling, the only thing u squeezing is stress balls/
I talk what i kno, and i kno my flows heavey at times/
Like i came to kill, and your not even ready to fight/
Its like your stuck outside the club....heres the reason im already inside/
I've been waiting for this beef, i got forks, and im ready with knives/
Your a nobody, i was born already a star/
And its like your flows so no weight, you need some heavier bars/
ANd i don't need to bring u death, you never were live/
Its like im living in florida, and im spitting hotter then the weather outside/
You kill rappers? i'll supply you the burretta's to try/
You say you got a flow, my shits a fountain itself/
You say im deceptive? its clear your only doubtin yourself/
If your words speak anthems, Mines is nationally felt/
Battling a rookie, bet you thought i wouldn't be worth ya time/
Now the tables have turned, its like your not even worth my rhymes/
Cuz your the type to keep pushing my patience/
You carry sticks, I got auto's with custom specifications/
Cuz i won't drop, till i've hit 100 like sossa/
And these slugs'll burn in ya stumache like olsures/
I don't really have a reason to live/
So when i release from my wrist, 16 bullets will squeeze in your ribs/



L.M.S. ......holla at cha boy...young lynx

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Realest-Raps came with nice multies and a great flow with transitions and some ok punches....But Lynx23 came with some multies too and a decent flow but with harder punches and metas...Punches win battles so I'mma have to go with Lynx23 on this, no hate....

Vote: Lynx23

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stop uppin dawg,i wanna battle u next! i will beat either of ur bitch asses vote=lynx23 but good battle

damn I wish i could vote on this battle
both o yalls brought some serious fire
but damn i cant so i gotta sit back