20 - 30 lines, first to 5 votes, 3 votes to nada is a KO, no bullshit ass votes, no haters... READ THE SHIT!

Man, I ain't gonna even spit serious on this nigga... This shit i'm spittin' at ya is elementary.

Someone spot this nigga a vote or give him Bush's approval//
Don't invade E's space, I boil snakes like i'm cooking noodles//
My hook's will do you; you don't want the physical form//
'Cuz I casually cause casualties like the typical war//
You're Tipper i'm Gore, now watch me out shine the first lady//
Specialist is getting used and abused like Michael Jackson's baby//
I'm earth's favorite, E has no equal or rival//
With enough verses written to equal the bible//
Spit 'em at you one by one so my sheets can be liable//
For the next said dead man to be sleeping beside you//
I'll creep with a rifle into your house and start spraying the premesis//
'Cuz I got a Desert Eagle thats been out since God made the Earth in Genesis//
Savor my penmanship cus Enigmatic is live and direct//
Your spit couldn't make a buzz, even if you had a bee hive in your neck//
Hide in regret, for calling a vet to step to the stage//
When I write these bars, it's like a shining star kept in a cage//
You left in a maze, and E is holdin a tech at the exit//
During your coming of age it's like you took a MEMPHIS//
That lessened your wins bitch, now ya career is BLEEK (bleak)//
Ya battles get looked at only when they're featuring me//
We hear you're weak, so we don't take you seriously//
If you're sad that you weak, go shed tears with Bambii//
Your fear of me should of stopped you dead in your tracks//
After this you'll never sleep again, bitch you'll never relax//
Dead up, you're wack battling me, 'cuz you pre-wrote a journal//
This Teenage Mutant better off going to promote the turtles//
'Cuz my mode to hurt you is sick, rehearse a new spit//
'Cuz the gun flash'll give you a flashy death, it's a hearse with new rims//
It hurts when new timbs are stomping you at home with your friends//
It's definite I win, the E is ill, you're just an herb with a pen//

Damn... Let me go cool off right quick, 'cuz that shit was hot.

You got me fallin' asleep, waitin' for you to listen to your Nas CD to get lyrics 'n' shit.

shit wuz ill E.... waiting on opponent'......... I wanna battle you for 'da title some time, but check out me vrs Fioro, I got muh battle verse up for him now... waiting on Synikal to reply on hiz call out.. 1

Yeah, he's special... specially retarded. This nigga told me to post the thread, post my verse, then he's gonna fuckin' not respond an' shit. What y'all niggas think, automatic KO? Or should I let his bitch ass go...?

<-- waitin' -->

Yo tell me when he spits, I wanna hear this shit

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TS Flipped The Script, And Made You Fall Head Ova Heels For His Shit,
Admit It, TS Shit-ted On Ya Tongue, Now You Know Why Ya Lyrics Smell Like Ass When You Spit It,
Get It, Through Ya Dome, Cause When The Kids Thoughts Rome, He Elevates MindStates Like Socrates,
Bitch Please, After TS Is Done On The Mic, People Forget You Exist, Like Those With Alzheimer's Disease
E Lacks Heart, So TS Left Em Injecting Steroids In His Pecs,
But When You Flex, Ya Style Still Don't Stick Like Two Opposing Magnets
Stop The Maddness, TS Played Hide And Seek With Ya Brain And Made You Loose Ya Mind,
While Heads Find, Out That You Only Good For Talkin Shit Backwards Like Canibus Flowing In Rewind
Watch TS Peel Ya Skin Back Like Bananas In The Hands Of Monkies,
Sunk E, Cause His Shit Couldn't Be Dirty Or Dope If They Came Engraved On Heorin Junkies
Spit With Aggression, Grab A Black Pen, And Fuck Up A White Piece Of White Paper As If My Hand Was Racial,
Ya Verse Was DisgraceFul, So TS Put Ya Style Through More Changes Than Pamala Lee's Facial
Flows Graceful, TS Rolled On This Bitch Like Ending Movie Credits,
Hopes Of Blazin TS Forget, Cause The Kid Kicked In His Goals Worst Than Soccer Athletics
Headed, For The Past, TS Time Traveled With This Verse, Showed Up At Ya Moms House 2 Months After Ya Pops Bust Off In It,
Can It, Be???...TS Destroyed The UnBorn E, How He, Gonna Escort His Moms To The Abortion Clinic???
Cause When It, Comes Down To It, Ya Styles Pussy Like Where You Were Birthed From,
While TS Is Straight Nuts As If He Flowed With No Scrotum,
See Dumb, MuthaFuckas Get It To, Left E's Family Releasing A Remix To Puffy's "We Miss You",
Bent Dude, Backwards, Ripped Him A New Asshole Like What Horney Male Prision Inmates Do
True, TS's Flows Blessed As If It Was Heaven Sent,
While E Couldn't Flow Fresh Even If His Tonsils Were Coated With Pepperments

Anotha Balze Session Brought To You By The Productions...Fuck What You Heard...

You Have Been Blessed

This was a hot battle yo... you came back with a nice verse, days later and shit... but it's all good. I mean, if I had time to write my shit too... nah, for real though. Nice spit.

TS Goes From The Dome...EveryBody Knows That...TS Forgot About This...Didn't Come Back To The Site Till This Morning...When He Saw It...It Was Just A Matta Of Going From The Head...

Just Read Ya Drop...Not Bad...Not Bad At All...

TS Edited The First Bar...Should've Ended With "Spit It" Instead Of Just "Spit"...

damn, I thought this would be a hot battle.. both came sick.. I can't vote 'cause TS is in my crew, but yo.. nice job both ya.. enig. check ya PM's and hit me back...

could you vote on my battle between supa-man http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=39572

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