Match up: Sunday
Check in by: Tuesday
Verses by: Friday

30 line max.
no hate/dick ryder votes.
no senseless beef.

Good luck.

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1st Battle In Legends
Bars Of War - Champ
L.L.L. - Former HWeight Champ
S.S. - Hall Of Fame

The Eclipse...

check..........

Chek it.

Mumble from aside, question my pride? And you’re seeing double trouble…
Love to hustle, while your rap game isn't taking off like a troubled shuttle…-----------------------------okay.....check it....
Yo
Only way you can pass me the ‘L’ is if I’m blazing with you/
Battle me? You must be nuts, cause there aint no raisons in you/ (Glosets)
Gunshots are fazing this fool…no telling what the amazing will do/
You winning hands down wont happen like voters stuck raising the roof/
No swaying the truth…like D12 member tattoos I’m engraving the Proof/
Misplacing this goof…kid locked behind my bars’ like I’m encaging the youth/
Rhyme’s will finish your thoughts…with sinister shots I’ll diminish your plots/
Replenish the glocks…delivering heat in freestyles like I’m spitting with cops/
Hitting the spots that would leave you bleeding a lot when swinging with chops/
I’ll beat you in text…Releasing one shot, sending the damage like ripple effects/
Don’t talk about guns…cause like quads you never had a grip for the techs/
Get ripped in a sec…Check's malicious spit will kill kids…who can forget…?/
You get bruised on the set…with multiple shot wounds as you lose to a vet/
Dog ya must have me mistaken…blazing tracks are sizzling like bacon/
Wake to gunshots in upon da air like Jamaicans, I'm forsaken to slay em/
The pain can break down a man, barely breathing as I have your face down in sand/
Like untied shoes I lace down a plan…that’ll leave this Ace clowned again/
--------Fuck it....its over----style switch---------
I’ll leave ya scarred when chargin you like a swiped Visa Card/
Discard a winning attitude as blows hit you hard n split ya guard/
The swiftest bard...like bad reception I'm known to cause static son/
Have you dissapearing like the way magic's done...the end to west...the dramatic 1/
Waste you like you was plastered son...face it...its over your dead/
Rhymes soaring over your head...should have sent a scholar instead/
You fucking suck...it runs in the family like you was born inbread/
Couldn’t survive...in-fact ya couldn’t jam with peanut-butter and bread/


aiight west, hope u post yur toughest shit ever, cause ima merk it
-no hate just my game style....go ahead use anything in this post against me,w/e makes u feel better bout yurself fool.

edit was for my quotes that i forgot i cant have in RBBL

*waiting on west*
-where u at tough guy ?


ima warlord....i can be yur 1st opponent to beat

Yo i already signed out tha R.B.B.L,but seein as this busta givin me beef i may need to merk his mark ass.

lol....bring it on unknown

Yo you need a chin check not a mic check.


PEACE Beatch

hmmmm, give it to me then punk....jus like u said u was gonna do !

makes me 2-2 on RBBL !...woohoo !


killed killa kobra, but at least he SHOWED !...you pussy ass bitch

Yo dawg i signed out, let's take it to tha lines if you got that much juice,fggot.

In fact jus paste your rhyme if you want i'll still merk u,lol @ u.

k good, merk it i dare u punk