best of 3 votes wins.....
no d/r-hate- votes etc
10 bars
I take that offer
Going to War
Like a duelists to an impulse with lyrical fitness and balances
I’ll exhale the prince poetik verse bring the embraces violence
Engineering this darts ya self-confidence can’t be a given
My presents alone is of a boxer monolithic stable liven
Been networking brain waves your nearly ready mentally
Who blow radio station in a opening complicated totally
Get beat down mostly to point when a ripper turn streetwise
Till this day I slay rapper waiting to the publicist climax rise
Have the ranking can be a corrected to win an two fives
Some may ask why of your existence I have to sympathized
Son that learn it on feel real system check weed head high
Bang on your head gun pump leave pan-cake chug
Separate the bull shit grudgingly rolling whit my sword again
And if he Scientologist* get whip with thousand predator glass cybernetic
Now he speaking Spanish with bitch jumping out white MC Ultra geriatric
Little goal and vision stereotype half a face blaze on a fake gas tank
So why are showing righteousness for even coming to this fish stank
fire a couple of multis
fuck mattlocka, ~cock slobbers~, stop your throats snot coating my face with your ~hock's mobsters~
burning words like ~rocked lobsters~, you can bring a gang, but your just ~not mobsters~
bringing out some punches
spike your last drink with -punched punch-- inject your skunk with lyrical pesticide that -trumps cunts-
slit your tongue with the -slip of a pun-- crack your fuckin rib bones with a -hit on your lung-
carpet bombing
i lurk, beserk in corp's chambers- corpse capers, wrapping warriors heads in raw paper
my scriptures written on swords- bitches bitten by the hoardz of verbal shores- sawing at your herb stinkin jaws
final drink and last snore- sink you into the demon's begger paws- feeble, regrettin you started this war
i clutch the sword for a final draw of blood- spit on your grave while your body decomposes in mud
i shudder to think about the pain of the last drink- the brink of death, i take away with the whispers from your last breath
pump the last of crystal meth into your lungs deathbed- stripped off pride, dignity and power, u just been lyrically molest-ed
Indeed nice battle vote up
I'll vote soon, i didn't see this battle
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
Flow-Poe
Creativity-Matt
Multies-not enough descent ones from either to vote on
Punches-Poe
Wordplay-Matt
Edge-Poe
Mattlocka u coulda won this if u woulda came more direct with ur punches and more punches period.
Vote-poetik
The dealer of hope is selling me lies
Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61
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