bartender (2-2) Vs. meters (2-2)

[Dios de Hip Hop]

check in by midnight wednesday EST
drop verse by midnight Friday EST
16 MIN 30 MAX
LLL rules
MUST vote on atleast 5 battles

[Meters]

check. i'm in 24 up tonight or tomorrow, peace

[Chrit.]

Nog lookin muhfucka

Take a look at your record, you went from dope to a weak kid
so you must either face the mirror Ill knock you out like he did
F'real you're ugly as sin, ill leave this double blasted n hurtin
Nog got hit by a truck, and you look like ya pissed off a plastic surgeon
Why should I even try? He'll retire as soon as I'm finished with guy...
Cause how the fuck you gonna move on when you cant even get over a cry
Im pissed you even are showing, so now Im forced into besting this kid
Cause Metafictional writer if he even talks about getting a win
And if you ever talk about balling girls, we all know that this fake is reachin
When even your avy looks at you and admires its facial region
Hell this fag aint even a guy, we all know he's livin a lie...
since the only belt ya ever owned has a plastic piece for diggin ya wife
So dont even start with this shit, you aint never predicticed to win
March Madness is comin... and you beatin me would turn everyone's bracket to shit
So now I'm droppin the heat, Im confident that this tyke's rattled
F'real, me losing is even less likely than your ass voting on 5 battles
Your penmanship needs work and there no sign of it getting better
So while ur signing your ticket to hell, Im signing out with a winning record

18. Peace.

[Meters]

wack knock-offs get smacked black 'n blue when they look me in the face
so go 'head, ice grill me. then say sayanora to ya paul wall wigger phase
i'm sick of watchin' you practice at wackness, ante up it's time to battle
how long can you grind an axe, i'll stomp 'n brake you like grinding axles
Apex, Foe 'n Bar's a worthless crew, zero respect 'n they earn it too
til I knock Death off it's pale horse, cuz in text Com always stirrups YOU
you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan
cuz you've nearly spoken for us all, ruined punches w/ worse wording
bitten legends, greats, 'n other biters.. half ya verses written in 3rd person
in a battle for two you 3rd place, I plain rearrange your mental state
til Chrit's brains over brawn's.. like I smeared 'em over his medal case
I bet you're ace in games of Mercy, fingers strong cuz RB is your shit
Chrit's story: Regime didn't work out.. ..
... I.E. his workout regimes don't even exist
he steps up in threads like 'may I,' Meters is mayhem to this hesitant kid
Nique's retired, 'n Abi's nice, which elevates you to A.I.'s resident bitch
'n two weeks ago, Coop called me a ho.. I lol'ed til like blue in the face
then read the section about you, like oh FUCK! maybe dude ain't so off-base


almost made me question MYself, you must reallly be bad man..

[-Shift-]

Take a look at your record, you went from dope to a weak kid
so you must either face the mirror Ill knock you out like he did
kinda sick of mirror jokes but this is kinda lol
F'real you're ugly as sin, ill leave this double blasted n hurtin
Nog got hit by a truck, and you look like ya pissed off a plastic surgeon
ok
Why should I even try? He'll retire as soon as I'm finished with guy...
Cause how the fuck you gonna move on when you cant even get over a cry
didn't like this too much
Im pissed you even are showing, so now Im forced into besting this kid
Cause Metafictional writer if he even talks about getting a win
lol cool
And if you ever talk about balling girls, we all know that this fake is reachin
When even your avy looks at you and admires its facial region
ok
Hell this fag aint even a guy, we all know he's livin a lie...
since the only belt ya ever owned has a plastic piece for diggin ya wife
haha
So dont even start with this shit, you aint never predicticed to win
March Madness is comin... and you beatin me would turn everyone's bracket to shit
lmao cool
So now I'm droppin the heat, Im confident that this tyke's rattled
F'real, me losing is even less likely than your ass voting on 5 battles
hah funny
Your penmanship needs work and there no sign of it getting better
So while ur signing your ticket to hell, Im signing out with a winning record
ehh

you obviously rushed this since you were the first person to post a ver this week and i've seen way more consistent and better verses from you in the past.. but a decent verse from you




vs.




wack knock-offs get smacked black 'n blue when they look me in the face
so go 'head, ice grill me. then say sayanora to ya paul wall wigger phase
lmao
i'm sick of watchin' you practice at wackness, ante up it's time to battle
how long can you grind an axe, i'll stomp 'n brake you like grinding axles
decent'ish
Apex, Foe 'n Bar's a worthless crew, zero respect 'n they earn it too
til I knock Death off it's pale horse, cuz in text Com always stirrups YOU
hah
you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan
LOL
cuz you've nearly spoken for us all, ruined punches w/ worse wording
bitten legends, greats, 'n other biters.. half ya verses written in 3rd person
lol DOPE
in a battle for two you 3rd place, I plain rearrange your mental state
til Chrit's brains over brawn's.. like I smeared 'em over his medal case
cool
I bet you're ace in games of Mercy, fingers strong cuz RB is your shit
Chrit's story: Regime didn't work out.. ..
... I.E. his workout regimes don't even exist
cool shit
he steps up in threads like 'may I,' Meters is mayhem to this hesitant kid
Nique's retired, 'n Abi's nice, which elevates you to A.I.'s resident bitch
cool
'n two weeks ago, Coop called me a ho.. I lol'ed til like blue in the face
then read the section about you, like oh FUCK! maybe dude ain't so off-base
ROFL OMG

You came fresh like always but you came with wit and hard punches this time. And over that, you were consistent.

Meters has this.. Good ass battle though

[Token]

Bartender

Take a look at your record, you went from dope to a weak kid
so you must either face the mirror Ill knock you out like he did
lol
F'real you're ugly as sin, ill leave this double blasted n hurtin
Nog got hit by a truck, and you look like ya pissed off a plastic surgeon
alright
Why should I even try? He'll retire as soon as I'm finished with guy...
Cause how the fuck you gonna move on when you cant even get over a cry
haha, i like it
Im pissed you even are showing, so now Im forced into besting this kid
Cause Metafictional writer if he even talks about getting a win
ehh
And if you ever talk about balling girls, we all know that this fake is reachin
When even your avy looks at you and admires its facial region
aight
Hell this fag aint even a guy, we all know he's livin a lie...
since the only belt ya ever owned has a plastic piece for diggin ya wife
aight
So dont even start with this shit, you aint never predicticed to win
March Madness is comin... and you beatin me would turn everyone's bracket to shit
lol, cool
So now I'm droppin the heat, Im confident that this tyke's rattled
F'real, me losing is even less likely than your ass voting on 5 battles
lol, kind of a statement
Your penmanship needs work and there no sign of it getting better
So while ur signing your ticket to hell, Im signing out with a winning record
nice


vs

Meter


wack knock-offs get smacked black 'n blue when they look me in the face
so go 'head, ice grill me. then say sayanora to ya paul wall wigger phase
ehh, not feelin it
i'm sick of watchin' you practice at wackness, ante up it's time to battle
how long can you grind an axe, i'll stomp 'n brake you like grinding axles
not bad
Apex, Foe 'n Bar's a worthless crew, zero respect 'n they earn it too
til I knock Death off it's pale horse, cuz in text Com always stirrups YOU
ehh
you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan
lmao, nice
cuz you've nearly spoken for us all, ruined punches w/ worse wording
bitten legends, greats, 'n other biters.. half ya verses written in 3rd person
harsh, real nice
in a battle for two you 3rd place, I plain rearrange your mental state
til Chrit's brains over brawn's.. like I smeared 'em over his medal case
omg, lmao. there's meters.
I bet you're ace in games of Mercy, fingers strong cuz RB is your shit
Chrit's story: Regime didn't work out.. ..
... I.E. his workout regimes don't even exist
rofl
he steps up in threads like 'may I,' Meters is mayhem to this hesitant kid
Nique's retired, 'n Abi's nice, which elevates you to A.I.'s resident bitch
lol, straight
'n two weeks ago, Coop called me a ho.. I lol'ed til like blue in the face
then read the section about you, like oh FUCK! maybe dude ain't so off-base
haha, we both flipped a coop line this week. funny. but this was straight.

Overall: Chrit could've come better for sure, most of his bars were decent, which would've won if meter's hadn't come so nice. Meters, you fuckin killed it towards the end, in the beginning I was ehhhh, then you just dropped fire. Good shit. Way to save your verse at the end.

Vote: Meters

[The Lyricist 2]

Why should I even try? He'll retire as soon as I'm finished with guy...
Cause how the fuck you gonna move on when you cant even get over a cry

vs

you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan
cuz you've nearly spoken for us all, ruined punches w/ worse wording
bitten legends, greats, 'n other biters.. half ya verses written in 3rd person
he steps up in threads like 'may I,' Meters is mayhem to this hesitant kid
Nique's retired, 'n Abi's nice, which elevates you to A.I.'s resident bitch

Vote-Meters...I've seen much better from bartender. It almost seemed like he didn't even care when he wrote this. There weren't any top notch punches in this battle, but overall meters just had the more consistant, harder hitting verse.

[Kontext]

Why should I even try? He'll retire as soon as I'm finished with guy...
Cause how the fuck you gonna move on when you cant even get over a cry
Your penmanship needs work and there no sign of it getting better
So while ur signing your ticket to hell, Im signing out with a winning record

v.s

you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan
cuz you've nearly spoken for us all, ruined punches w/ worse wording
bitten legends, greats, 'n other biters.. half ya verses written in 3rd person
he steps up in threads like 'may I,' Meters is mayhem to this hesitant kid
Nique's retired, 'n Abi's nice, which elevates you to A.I.'s resident bitch
in a battle for two you 3rd place, I plain rearrange your mental state
til Chrit's brains over brawn's.. like I smeared 'em over his medal case




Vote=Meters seems like chrit wasnt feeling it today cuz that verse was only decent while meters came with some shit that was really creative and stayed consistant throughout

[tru grit]

Why should I even try? He'll retire as soon as I'm finished with guy...
Cause how the fuck you gonna move on when you cant even get over a cry
Im pissed you even are showing, so now Im forced into besting this kid
Cause Metafictional writer if he even talks about getting a win
Hell this fag aint even a guy, we all know he's livin a lie...
since the only belt ya ever owned has a plastic piece for diggin ya wife

vs

i'm sick of watchin' you practice at wackness, ante up it's time to battle
how long can you grind an axe, i'll stomp 'n brake you like grinding axles
Apex, Foe 'n Bar's a worthless crew, zero respect 'n they earn it too
til I knock Death off it's pale horse, cuz in text Com always stirrups YOU
you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan



close call. meters started strong but kinda lost me towards the end. still some strong hits tho. chrit had some ok lines, some executed alittle lazily imo. seen better from him. still a solid read tho.


v/ meters

[Cody Nash]

Take a look at your record, you went from dope to a weak kid
so you must either face the mirror Ill knock you out like he did
heh.. okay
F'real you're ugly as sin, ill leave this double blasted n hurtin
Nog got hit by a truck, and you look like ya pissed off a plastic surgeon
eh...
Why should I even try? He'll retire as soon as I'm finished with guy...
Cause how the fuck you gonna move on when you cant even get over a cry
decent..
Im pissed you even are showing, so now Im forced into besting this kid
Cause Metafictional writer if he even talks about getting a win
okay.
And if you ever talk about balling girls, we all know that this fake is reachin
When even your avy looks at you and admires its facial region
eh..
Hell this fag aint even a guy, we all know he's livin a lie...
since the only belt ya ever owned has a plastic piece for diggin ya wife
eh..
So dont even start with this shit, you aint never predicticed to win
March Madness is comin... and you beatin me would turn everyone's bracket to shit
aiight
So now I'm droppin the heat, Im confident that this tyke's rattled
F'real, me losing is even less likely than your ass voting on 5 battles
lol, funny.
Your penmanship needs work and there no sign of it getting better
So while ur signing your ticket to hell, Im signing out with a winning record
eh...

vs

wack knock-offs get smacked black 'n blue when they look me in the face
so go 'head, ice grill me. then say sayanora to ya paul wall wigger phase
heh..
i'm sick of watchin' you practice at wackness, ante up it's time to battle
how long can you grind an axe, i'll stomp 'n brake you like grinding axles
dope lol
Apex, Foe 'n Bar's a worthless crew, zero respect 'n they earn it too
til I knock Death off it's pale horse, cuz in text Com always stirrups YOU
aiight..
you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan
haha, dope.
cuz you've nearly spoken for us all, ruined punches w/ worse wording
bitten legends, greats, 'n other biters.. half ya verses written in 3rd person
didn't rhyme, meh concept.
in a battle for two you 3rd place, I plain rearrange your mental state
til Chrit's brains over brawn's.. like I smeared 'em over his medal case
lmfao, wow... liked this
I bet you're ace in games of Mercy, fingers strong cuz RB is your shit
Chrit's story: Regime didn't work out.. ..
... I.E. his workout regimes don't even exist
eh..
he steps up in threads like 'may I,' Meters is mayhem to this hesitant kid
Nique's retired, 'n Abi's nice, which elevates you to A.I.'s resident bitch
LMAO omfg...
'n two weeks ago, Coop called me a ho.. I lol'ed til like blue in the face
then read the section about you, like oh FUCK! maybe dude ain't so off-base
decent




wow @ this match... didn't expect the choice to be this easy. chrit imo came with a few dope lines, but meters just got his skittles back to prime here. dope verse dude.




vote Meters

[Dios de Hip Hop]

So now I'm droppin the heat, Im confident that this tyke's rattled
F'real, me losing is even less likely than your ass voting on 5 battles

vs.

i'm sick of watchin' you practice at wackness, ante up it's time to battle
how long can you grind an axe, i'll stomp 'n brake you like grinding axles
you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan
in a battle for two you 3rd place, I plain rearrange your mental state
til Chrit's brains over brawn's.. like I smeared 'em over his medal case
he steps up in threads like 'may I,' Meters is mayhem to this hesitant kid
Nique's retired, 'n Abi's nice, which elevates you to A.I.'s resident bitch


chrit didn't try and meters came dope. landslide. vote meters.

[phlymo]

Take a look at your record, you went from dope to a weak kid
so you must either face the mirror Ill knock you out like he did
^I only got this cos of the chat thread, seems alright
F'real you're ugly as sin, ill leave this double blasted n hurtin
Nog got hit by a truck, and you look like ya pissed off a plastic surgeon
^nah
Why should I even try? He'll retire as soon as I'm finished with guy...
Cause how the fuck you gonna move on when you cant even get over a cry
^cool
Im pissed you even are showing, so now Im forced into besting this kid
Cause Metafictional writer if he even talks about getting a win
^creative but not too hard, i quite liked it though
And if you ever talk about balling girls, we all know that this fake is reachin
When even your avy looks at you and admires its facial region
^nah
Hell this fag aint even a guy, we all know he's livin a lie...
since the only belt ya ever owned has a plastic piece for diggin ya wife
^wasn't feeling it
So dont even start with this shit, you aint never predicticed to win
March Madness is comin... and you beatin me would turn everyone's bracket to shit
^nah
So now I'm droppin the heat, Im confident that this tyke's rattled
F'real, me losing is even less likely than your ass voting on 5 battles
^lol
Your penmanship needs work and there no sign of it getting better
So while ur signing your ticket to hell, Im signing out with a winning record
^not for me


vs


wack knock-offs get smacked black 'n blue when they look me in the face
so go 'head, ice grill me. then say sayanora to ya paul wall wigger phase
^alright
i'm sick of watchin' you practice at wackness, ante up it's time to battle
how long can you grind an axe, i'll stomp 'n brake you like grinding axles
^alright
Apex, Foe 'n Bar's a worthless crew, zero respect 'n they earn it too
til I knock Death off it's pale horse, cuz in text Com always stirrups YOU
^wasn't feeling this one
you couldn't rock a stage, be glad when I snatch the mic from ya hand
we never considered you an old vet, just encouraged your retirement plan
^solid
cuz you've nearly spoken for us all, ruined punches w/ worse wording
bitten legends, greats, 'n other biters.. half ya verses written in 3rd person
^solid
in a battle for two you 3rd place, I plain rearrange your mental state
til Chrit's brains over brawn's.. like I smeared 'em over his medal case
^bronze/brawns is a little of a stretch for my accent, but quality shit
I bet you're ace in games of Mercy, fingers strong cuz RB is your shit
Chrit's story: Regime didn't work out.. ..
... I.E. his workout regimes don't even exist
^straight
he steps up in threads like 'may I,' Meters is mayhem to this hesitant kid
Nique's retired, 'n Abi's nice, which elevates you to A.I.'s resident bitch
^lol
'n two weeks ago, Coop called me a ho.. I lol'ed til like blue in the face
then read the section about you, like oh FUCK! maybe dude ain't so off-base
^haha


Chrit came pretty cool, but meters was way more consistent.

v/meters

[Erupt]

chrit loses 2-3

meters wins 3-2