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Madd Preacher
Mathematical prophecies? man R.D’ll clog ya arteries fuck ya commodities drop a bullet n watch yall flee//
Mr. Spit cant dish out any lyrics cuz preached grabbed n strangles his esophagis now he spiit wit a lisp//
dalinquint gets relinquished cuz this preach saved his life in precincts n ma sermons got this fag thinkinE/
chameleon? Nuff said, this pokemons dead, he lost his head when he thought I wouldn’t blaze wit a few words said//
shadowgod is exposed to light he runs in fright cuz preach shines bright feel my lyrical smite n watch him a few days later try n bite//
blunt mc eatin lyricly need to take away MC cuz you shame that title literally beat you till no one notices you physic’lly//

Kronik
~Grabs Mic~

Against these niggaz i'd make ~More Sense~,even if i was a ~Retard~//
Shit i'll ~Wipe My Ass Wit My Verse~,now i just ~Tossed Ya A Salad Bar//Lmmfao
Can't none of these bitches abuse me//
I already ~Smoked Blunt Mc~,but i threw his ass away cuz he was som ~Dookie~//
Give these fags ~CHAP~ lips,when i smack em wit a ~Ralph Lauren Sweat Shirt~//
C'mon these niggaz is on more ~Cox~ than tha ~Cable Network~//

~Drops Mic~

DLiTe
Resivoir Dogs flow spills like falling dominoes
we all know we got smiles brighter than a thousand diamonds in a row
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mathmaticals talk shit cocky like they carrying metal bats
too bad your shit talk dont knock me it goes right out like i was burying exlax
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chameleons styles unoticable it just blends in
even god hates him, uglier then then seven deadly sins
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one day shadow god gonna beat his meat till its dead
only way mr spit speaking heat is when he farts in bed

[Finisher]

these kids having unsensable prohphecies of victory because they cant see
their whole crews unmentionable like a girls see through panties

Black Magik
Just look at their line-up, I seen better at correctional centers
For battling us, you know your wrong, like intellectual sinners
Feel the carnage, blazing out tickets, sending you warrants
Hear these punch lines, yall can run tell that, like Martin Lawrence
Trash the boards, grab awards, nothing the Dogs can’t do
We got your stomachs bubbling like soda in aluminum cans foo!
You got no one on my level, no even close as a matter of fact
Touch your souls with bullets that shoot and scatter from gats
My tech should be up, but I’m just blasting with little ones
My scriptures grip it and really get you tongue twisted, my riddle’s fun?

Dirty Shanks
we take there 'time', and 'watch' while M.P. shakin wit achin ribs, beef? Hardly!::
Messin' with R.D. kidd's get beaten Physically weakened lyrically each weekend!::
Mr. Spit done got K.O'd... Now he's runnin' hurbs like they got straight flows?!::
not today, in life or after... My word's after each & every one of these Blunt bastards!::
"Master please!!"
That's right, sharp witt and skill that'll cutt ya quickah than feinds for weed leaves!::
I Smoke Cameleon up like Joe Camel son, you aint shit you just like seein' Mr's. Spit cumm!::
I'd diss ya whole clik bitch!, but I don't even know if they spit flow or swallow to exist!::

Madd Preacher~Switched Styles~
Theres no help for these fags sportin white belts, my presence is felt, like 3rd degree burns you melt from heat of hell R.D. hold the champions belt, smack you in the face til it swells, n ya blood begins to smell, then imma slice of a genital see what ya geni-tells//
The battles been sued, like a court trade, n you don’t know the court date, ya executions today, Mr Blonde shock you wit a lyrical blaze its not our fault ya turned out this way, lookinEworse than ya moms cuttinEyalls 8th grade fade//
Winning to you is superstition, on stars ya wishin, but when I spit you listen, like kennedy assassinations in the kitchen, you cry when ya loose yall need to quit bitchin!, we strike wit accurate precision, have the pole make decisions, while we make incisions to ya spinal n watch ya body spasm n begin twitchin//


50 bars
I counted from every emcee here. I broke down tha bars in each verse and was counted correctly. Just match ours, or lay what you got... Due ASAP, you PM'd me sayin' you got tha spit's so drop'em... Everyone knows rules... only poll votes will count!!

peace, you got SONNED!!!

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heres spits verse

battle verse

U couldn't crush me if i wuz a parameter on a big misson,
cuz ur failin 2 to entertain da crowd like an amateur magician//1
rappin against me is like handling deep massive inflictions,
cuz i'll hand you blows till u see that ill is out of ur jurisdiction// 2
I'll find tha defects and go over ur style like underground critics,
u recycle rhymes like u have to hand out sick spitz//3
Ur flowz chopier than drug fiends on a sedative,
u the only moron ta take an IQ test and it come back negative//4
i got a fully functional brain i neva need two,
im sittin here wit writers block and still beatin you//5
I put your ass into lyrikal mastamind cunfusion,
cause your ass so weak you cant even jump to a conclusion//6
it like you at my school im da administrator,
you couldnt find your way to win if you had a GPS navigator//7
(closer)
you think you can beat me at dis game of rappin,
it's like eaten apple sauce wit chop sticks it aint goa happen//8

chemeleons verse
these fools aren't competitors, just weak flow peddlers scared of MP predators
consider MP the battle creditors, were closin your crew like we're RB editors
I have to teach a lesson to keep rivals in this battle session guessin
my presence is makin your crew so nervous they all get indigestion
now their stressin, we pound lyrics into their skulls leavin a deep impression
the MP style scorches you like torches lighting up your brittle battle fortress
how's your crew gonna survive when every single member is worthless?
you mutts are the epitome of crews that get left behind and forgotten
hated like bin laden because the rhymes you spit are straight rotten
we're flankin you from the blindside with verses lyrically homicide plottin

blunt-mc's verse
this battle wasn't started by my crew, but Mathmatikal will see that these un-tallented challengers loose.//-- 1
I'll throw out one blunt-object ta drop them then here comes # 2 ta leave 'em bruised.//--2
leave 'em eatin' pre-chewed food through a tube with their jaws all wired.//-- 3
treat these "dogs" like "bitches" an' muzzle their mouths so they can't recite what they writin'.//-- 4
and with my sences heightened like extra sensory preception I'll telepathically teach 'em a lesson.//-- 5
then test them on all they got, all they answers wrong, cause all they members dumb.//-- 6
so with this verse - I got 'em under thumb, clap'n thunder ta gun-der leader six feet under.//-- 7
they call me blue beard the hunter, 'cause I'm a crip pirate who pillages and plunders.//-- 8
comin' ta ya villages to find each an' every one of ya 'n'-humble ya.// -- 9
loosas... loose-ya life and find ya-self lyin' in a "reservoir" toothless, with some true "dogs" chewin' ya.//-- 10

cameos verse
u now got cameo in this battle n im here to man handle
all who oppse my cradle and burn em slow and hot like a candle
yall wouldnt be able to understand reality thinkin life like a fable
cause i can turn yall off at any time like my TV cable
the Mathmatikal Propheciez Bitches is the only way u can use our lable
so fuck that makin us change our name crap, rapbattles.com is our place on the map
as a group all yall still rap with wide open gaps
so thats where i come in to bust through my caps and leave yall traped
cuddled all together like fuckin house cats
your whole crews jus been lyrically electrocuited...feel it...zap......(toasted)

kid frozt verse
a yo a yo
to step up to defeat and accept your faith
I rain down on you so heavily I seal yo fate
constructive lines that enforce my rhymes become critical
its synical how u so trivial, questionin my rhymes like Im invisible
"sensational, amazing, astounding" Im pounding out lines like
its my first time, I can't stand it... I'm so fuckin arrogant
the money, the life, the cars too extravagent
intellegent, exuberant, its part of the crew wit
Mathematikal Prophecez iz droppin that new shit
cuz partna we do it.. like u aint knew it.. but I aint stupid
mo like Apt Pupil wit the accuracy to deliver these mad feats
Its like pass that Scooby Treat, I mean that doobie see
damn.. I smoke too many trees,my head spinnin like ooh wee
puff puff give that herbal cig so I can fig...ure out my next line
I'm flyin wit a feniky foundin astoundin yo min confusin u fine
now u like damn i shouldn't have got hi

you happy now now lets see dem votes

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WTF! Front Lines is fucked up all to hell now. Unorganized fuckin' shit, this thread dropped to tha 2nd page in 5 hours....
to many peeps in this bitch... not enough voters? I'll go vote, and hopefully this forum gets better moderation...

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Vote^ last day for polls.... I think?

please vote...

vote: reservoir dogs
they came harder with the punches and had a better flow

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i voted for RD, they came harder and had alot of funny shit in there punches

favorite line lol hahahaha :

Against these niggaz i'd make ~More Sense~,even if i was a ~Retard~//
Shit i'll ~Wipe My Ass Wit My Verse~,now i just ~Tossed Ya A Salad Bar//Lmmfao

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LowerTown's Finest

uppin for my dogs.

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LowerTown's Finest

RD...THAT SHIT WAS TOO FUNNI..I WAS FEELIN THEM MO

okkie dokie hokie pokie smokie......

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^^ your fuckin stupid ^^