(This nigga LastPoet703 tryin' ta bullshit when he sees a real G on the street... talkin' mad shit on the boards, but when we out in the real world... he's a punk marked bitch. HOLLA!)

Sixteen temps from the gunners release potential energy currents//
Outlining innards when we secrete stenciled snubs in the stomach//
Cracking timbers, heat to the head as we're sequentially mental carpenters//
Backs get splintered, Poet eats the lead like seventh century pencil sharpeners//
Poet, you done fell off since the destruction of the first RB scene//
You got logical means? Not shit, You ain't dope, you just got chronic dreams//
You ain't feeling the illness, 'cuz your skill is not contagious//
Gun shots outrageous, slip the clip, Rap Battles... you need to turn the pages//
Poet, I hope you're well, i'll stab ya trachea and ya throat will swell//
Son scope with nails, you ain't gettin' it kid like tryin' to pass dope through jails//
You shakin' with glocks and you're shooting with no focus//
I'm breakin' the clocks and i'm movin' to blow, so hold it... //
Shock with darts, like clots in ya blood, i'm here to stop ya heart//
God Son, stoning the pages, 'cuz I told you God gonna rock the charts//
Revealing the name, no matter what, i'm still killing the same//
Enigmatic, doin' open dome surgery, let me start by peelin' your brain//
This is not a fight, 'cuz you're not worth the breath//
E, the marksman waiter, and i'm here to serve ya death//
Before you go crying to Mommy, let the facts be known//
Stack and smack ya bone, macks and tones crack ya dome//
Stains on ya sweater. The name's Enigmatic, and no one will ever be better//
Leave you dead with the letters, and when the time comes, heads will be severed//
Ha, ha, it's funny how that weak nigga LastPoet, keeps intendin' to speak//
When all his text flows lack heat, like wounded horses trying ta run laps on track meets//
You sound as if you're fourteen, with ya soft vocals and ya poor speech//
Watch me get artistic like most critiques, and come gallore, destroying your torn spleen//
This kid's taking more body shots, then a whore fiend on Morphene//
Rip ya, and make ya corpse bleed, like an old king that had scorned dreams//

Damn... niggas ALWAYS sleepin'.

nice dawg.. what'd lastpoet do?.. lol.. whatever tho, u killed him, I seen his verses b4 and he ain't got nothin' to "cum-back" to that unless he gives himself a "throat swab"...

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You ain't feeling the illness, 'cuz your skill is not contagious//
Gun shots outrageous, slip the clip, Rap Battles... you need to turn the pages//
Poet, I hope you're well, i'll stab ya trachea and ya throat will swell//
Son scope with nails, you ain't gettin' it kid like tryin' to pass dope through jails//
You shakin' with glocks and you're shooting with no focus//
I'm breakin' the clocks and i'm movin' to blow, so hold it... //
Shock with darts, like clots in ya blood, i'm here to stop ya heart//
God Son, stoning the pages, 'cuz I told you God gonna rock the charts/

You have elevated nicely and now you care about what you post instead of before...when i secretly hated he he...lol...Good drop...La Familia is coming into their own....Just get "IM" in shape and have "Poor2Rican" spit more...but this was a hot joint props

I DAINT REALLY UNDERSTAND ANY OF THE WORDS BUT CHECK MINE

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=53423

hmm, not feeling the Gun Talk in Text...doesnt really have that effect as it would in Audio when you can hear the person saying what they saying, ya dig...its more believeable to hear in audio....

but disregarding that, you had some ok lines here and there...some of ya lines linger to long...so the flow catches too much slack inbetween lines....

solid read though...

blah...

stfu...I gave dude MY opinion on HIS piece...

"Damn... niggas ALWAYS sleepin'" --Enig

Kid asking for feedback therefore I gave him mines...If you dont like whats Said about HIS work then tuff titty....blah

besides, no one else is giving him feed...

I'm feelin' what you're sayin' Horus, but you don't feel the flow like some real m.c.'s on RB. Sorry kid... you're a newbie. Ha, ha... anyways, good lookin' out BMack, we squashed that beef. Now it's all good.

ya...new HERE...but n e ways...

Im just now gettin back into "text"...my set up is back at the homefront while im at School...so Im doing "text" to resolve boredom...but yo, check out my shit...and i'll do the same...im all about criticism...so blah...

You're all about sayin' blah too...

ha...yup...

even have a Audio called the "Blah Song"....my homeboi told me I Said it too much, so I did that joint out of boredum...he got a kick out of it...one of my more favored audio joints though

That's straight yo... i'm gonna check ya shit, you should check my other joint's out.

Battle the guy, geez.