THE RULES:
15-20 lines
1st to 5 win,3-0=KO
no feedin/bitin
no crew/hate/dick r. votes
try an drop within the hours...thanks
starrboy
Space
THE RULES:
15-20 lines
1st to 5 win,3-0=KO
no feedin/bitin
no crew/hate/dick r. votes
try an drop within the hours...thanks
starrboy...
15-20 lines....7-10 barz..
let me start boy- u jus a 'star' in my limitless space//
remember this in 'space' no law, no need to bak my blood stain trace//
ima send u to a silent place....chek it.....
look at ya crew pic in ya avi-tryna act all savvi-but ur face covered in masks//
tru-dat..space a chemist-he kno how to groove a flask-an move on past-so fast-wit nuclear-spittin-gas//
bitch-ur trash-the Garbage men deciding to go on strike-sika pikin ur verses up night afta night//
u flo-like a broken kite-u couldnt rap 'fresh' wit reynolds rapped' tight-dyke-sike-transvestite//
feel my wrath-i come image' attached-i cant be matched-u light but dim wit-no insight-fist-but no will ta fight//
I'm of to much hieght-u jus a midget in my world lookin for summin ripe-to-bit...but its my world..no paper-jus mic's//
i lay u out like a centerfold-out in bak-a jacuzie-suprise u like a trench-coat an a-uzi-//
u push an shove but u can't move-me, u come wit liquid spit but i toss at u blood thik,
cus im flo 7-to-11 like a hush puppy' smoothie//
dawg...u from a state-a cheese, please, i pardon ur ill-attemtp to battle me//
understandible-u only be 15-notha newbie teen-ima take it easy an jus remove ya spleen//
no-need-u spinless wit what u bring any-ways, only votes u get be from foul' DR' play//
what can i say i Wisc-right-On-U-son...cow-bells an all wont save u from ya verse-a-stray//
nada butta notha young exec-tryna front newbs but u ran into a secret vet//
dun turn a ep-lictpic fit-face it..u came ill-equipped an lost ya bet//
i dun 'clipped' u like a generic version of da 'lakers'//
sik o-dese cow herdin rap-starr wanna-be nada but fakers//...
yo kid, never in ya life, you were never a winer //
the only thing you ever did good was servin my diner //
if hip-hop was a religion you would be a siner //
you would be burned 2 your ash, like a pest, sent 2 your final rest //
this battle is like a test, you either win or you lose, get a bullit tru ya vest, str8 into ya chest //
a wanna be gangsta like you, I take you down like I'm fuckin Eliot Nest //
cuz my rhymes humiliate you more then a sarge screamin "give me your best!" //
your whole life is a lie, like those Britny Spears nude fakes //
you are so uterly lost like a car with no brakes //
you must be blind if you can't see that your verses are soft like cakes //
your flow is 2 slow, punches 2 weak, n rhymes 2 ordinery //
if you want 2 defeat me, you better bring artilery //
cuz I'm a STARR, I kill all in my way, like a fucking war machinery //
cuz my rhymes can be so sharp like a sword-of-stell, strike you str8 into ya heart n end your free-will //
destroin your interior organs, givin you wounds that can't be heal //
2 survive that is so imposible, like Pamela's tits bein real //
but I'll never give you part of my skill, no mather what ya ofer me, we'll never have a deall //
fuck you, If I ever want somthin from you, I'll blast you, I'm not kidin //
it's good that you spit 1st cuz your wack raps are nuthin but feedin //
4 that you gonna get shot like 50 but you ain't be fucin brethin... //
last line u actually named the rapper u bit that line off
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it means u are gonna get shoot like 50 time
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no it doesnt....lol...uppin
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lets go people need some votes
leave some links and i will check them out
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Starrboy, rhymes and good punches, gets my vote.....................good spit by space though
Vote = Starrboy
thats cute starrboy-drop a vote on deciet an end his battle for himso u can gain a cheap vote-its ok...i guess i can deal witta 5-1 vic....a vic's a vic- but watch it..cus i got an eye on ur lil trix..
yo great battle u 2// very very close/ starrboy had good flow and punches but so did space// starrboy's was throughout easier 2 read// space's in my opinion was good in some parts then wacked in otherz// so starr gets my vote//
vote=starrboy//
A.rtificial I.ntelligence
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fuck i voted for the best one and he vote for the best one so stop being a fucking cry baby
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i aint crying...im jus stating pure...biting eveidence in ur last line and pure dik riding evidance from your last vote-
o what are u getting mad its ok and what do u have to say about Restricted vote was that one cheap to
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come on people need votes
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i no it's harsh n all but after reading this line space gets my vote
'the only thing you ever did good was servin my diner //'
space verse was tite overall compared wit starrboy even tho his was...but that line was the wakest line i ever seen...
vote-space(NO BEEF)
Pot` Ed.
I dropped to show RM what hot was;
And this faggot got Butterflies in his stomach the size of Mothra
Your text is just another weak display
One fist to your eye'll make it go through that black album remix phase. - Saviour Arraign
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