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Spit, dawg.
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Unlimited lines, all rulz apply.
Spit, dawg.
check'n droppin soon..................
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Before ya start writin im a woman. I heard it all before
Deva aint Diva, an you wont be dancing on my floor
The more ya write ya rot, kid ya starting to decompose
Cos ya drops got feeling, like a crack heads nose
And that’s the only time ya gonna be riding at the top
Cos Like ya dick ya try hard, but still you always flop
you get ‘beat up a lot’ with lyrics used for ‘butt wiper’
or in your words “I Battle a lot, an' Im a writer”
‘Lyrical’s’ droppin empty lines, so ima help you end it
Im just a white, skinny, bum, whose family dependant
Yo...
Check it...
Mr. Deva is a little under the weatha, beatin off about men in leatha,
His ryhmes are stupid, not cleva,
His momma is embrassed of him,
Give him a gun, complete wit a suicide letta,
My style is clearly betta,
Yo style is so wack, I could type a verse betta in the dark,
This fucker needs 3 lyrical ghosts to come in the night,
To get a change heart,
Somebody get this guy a fuckin' sweet tart,
E-Lyrical's got already a long head start,
Blow you apart,
I have already destroyed you, yo soul's depart,
I will slit ya throat,
And nobody would miss you,
the only ass you got,
was when ya fuckin dog kissed you,
They say flow don' win it...
Punches do...
Well fuck that, my rhymes leave ya cookoo,
Start doin wat ya supposed to,
It doesn't take much ta blast through you,
That's it! Give this fucker a lyrical pill,
Wha..wha..? Is this mother fucker here still?
Do I have to kill for the thrill?
Am I so ill, that I have to destroy every guy who smells like a pickled dill? (haha)
Deva betta step away,
before he feels my fist,
You can't even begin to fathom my gist,
My gift,
IS to real for you to fathom,
I see yo useless words,
And I stab 'em,
My rhymes r just to ill for this rap traffic,
Deva can't grasp it,
The fact that he can't hack it,
Neva was the father, and the mother,
To his fuckin' baby brother,
He doesn't have a clit,
Or a tit,
So he fed the baby with his fuckin' dick...
Good luck on the polls...
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FuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK just realized yo a girl...........................................srr y about that, i should have fuckin asked first............................................. ................................
flow:deva
disses:deva
punches:=
vocab:=
personals:=
Structure:deva
VOTE:DEVA
return tha honest vote i took tha time
http://rapbattles.com/forum/showthre...518#post941518
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come on ppl....uppin [2].
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i think deva took this....had a better flow and structure...the other guys was all over the place..punches were good but i felt devas more....vote deva
cud you'z hit my battles up wit an honest vote...thanks pz
thnx...uppin[4]..............
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L's breakdown:
flow - deva
punches - tie
personals - tie
structure - deva
Overall - deva...
yo e, ur rhymes were elementary. and ur struckture was mad fucked u need to fix that and elevate. deva, you had a nice verse. nice punches and wordplay. keep elevatin!
vote-deva
yo cuz check it out i merked this guy
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...threadid=93798
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