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...Our rematch came sooner than I anticipated...Lets make it hot seven, good luck dawg...

Well let's burn this shit then! Good luck!

ONE!

Victimizer! Since some are concerned with me saying names/
I figured before I demolish I'll first acknowledge this lame/
I spat flames besides the 3 letters my verse didn't contain/
Was a bullshit battle but fuck it to me it's all the same/
It's Mister 3 number name; make your bladder drain in your slumber/
A loss of bowell movement, colon in need of plumber/
Made your shit back up from fear"Seven30 is here, hurry!"/
All better scurry steer clear or all will be buried/
You curry colored like rain-jackets and mustard packets/
Heard we'd spar again, knees knocked and back to the cardboard box to practice/
tossed off the taped up glasses, pocket protector, suspenders and plaid pants/
On stage at the local gay bar, in a B-Boy stance trying to make the fags dance/
Screaming "Come on Dad say ho!" but he's like "NO" /
in the middle of the dance floor scuffing his knees and elbows/
That "sweetness" runs in your blood flow, must be genetics/
so battle rapping, forget it, you lack the genes to toss alphabetics/
Let's set it straight you don't have that trait, wait, you're a Rhyming-impaired/
in need of prosthetic rhymes, a seeing-rhyme dog, special wheelchairs,/ some sort of device for your ear, you're not hearing me I fear/
we may need to do further reasearch, slice you from ear to rear/
see the ingredients of a queer "Ahhah! What do we have here!?"/
Your vocal cord is directly connected to, wait! your colon is supposed to be there!/
I guess you talk alot of shit, I'll send random kicks where your stool sits/
Next, you see me wiping fecal matter off my boot tips. Who's this sick/
That can spit scripts and make brain cells split and scatter?/
The same cat that double taps your jaw, your neck jerks till your backbone shatters/
The madd rapper, grudge holder, stonefaced, chew rocks and shit boulders/
drop my pants, copp a squat like "What!" and avalanche on your shoulders/
You hear thundering looking like "hold up shit keeps falling"/
you just a lower life form, how appauling you even calling/
me out. You'll get your snout boxed till the blood bubbles/
I don't bear arms, but bare armed and bare knuckled/
I smack your teeth in till you swallow your chuckle/
Chew on that your Hard rock act gets crumbled to rubbles/
Don't let me unbuckle Bitch! you been peeing standing up? better sit/ Victimizer my ass Get back on the Ho-Stroll and work on that twitch bitch!/

My bad seven and adept...I just got back from my trip to vegas!...I've been real busy the last 8 or 9 days and so I'll post up within the next two days...I'm still real tired right now...peace

Sorry for the delay...Good luck seven.

Seven ain't ready for vet beef, he's rusty with dead speech, I'll quickly run up on em and close-line em with a machete
I erupt the weak steady, violating ya neck to a beheading, this victims blood is a death tease and the only thing that'll get me
Impress me? Fuck this wack with diction lacking proper wording. Get burned in raps
Bust ya skull with a crow-bar, till it unconsciously cracks
Flip-the-bird, then pm Natasa to start a forum for Hip-Hop Elements artifacts!
Seven can get it first, it's the only thing he'll place in, nerd you'll never make it with those raps that got complacent
Vic gets greedy with life, casually I take it from a fake kid, classed with a bad-comedics lame wit cause his every punch-lines vacant
Seven Blows Hope, to Old Folks on viagra till his tone chokes. He's a Family Man and can't help but be weird cause his birth-was-home-grown
Adept, why am I even battling seven?...He's a chump for certain
Casket shut I'm closing his curtain, cause this stupid vet doesn't know he sounds like a fucking bitch speaking in third person!
He tried to hurt me but got buried, in a blur he's, nursing, fatal wounds consumed by vics doom, proving he was never worthy
For humor, on his mom's porch, I left this piece of shit burning
Then ripped his S put it on my chest, stood with one foot and flexed on burnt beef
I then start flirting, laying your mom, just to let you know it was NEVER EVEN-THIRTY!
Failing at enduring a death script, his spines affected, mind disected, till ya eagle(ego) and claws are disconnected
And your lines accepted, that I'm the next kid to bind your sections, so my genitals and ya ass has aligned affections
It just ain't your time seven, consider your values and my fines as seperate, cause I'll fuck this newyorker up like nine eleven!
Out of elements he adores sex with trans, I'll deck this man, for walking big and sticking out his chest with those breast implants!
Each time you post that gay-speech, happily-ya-words lack the skills to slay V, I'm easily 'reigning king' over this brooklyn kid like 'jay-z'!
Mafia-style, I'll cut-em-up-to-pieces and any other lame whose spittin
Will find these little pussies are lost in rap, found-in-trash-cans like stray kittens
Once I announce blasts, the crowd gasps then chants to see another victim bow fast, cause he's out classed
My will is unmatched, I bash his teeth with a fist of thumb-tacks, so fast it took him a minute to drop from my point-of-attack
And I started to laugh, cause while dangling, his flesh and gums was still attatched!
I use his own pain to distract him, he's a cabana boy I'm the captain, blinded from my axe speed
It's a massacre, as I watch his flesh cracking...SEVEN DON'T WANT IT WITH VIC that's why he said "later" for ROUND 2 OF OUR CLASHING!
Blacked out in an instant, nailing his hand, feet and head to a pick fence
You can say seven made-it-to-the-end with death, if you consider a minute going the distance
Bust his face to black and blue, spanked, Mr bruise the bank, taxing his suicidal ass, thrown off seven hundred and thirty screwed planks
I read your trash verses and came up with a purpose skank...Isn't it true you REGISTERED YOUR NAME in PLACE of your TRUE RANK?!
Seven lacks aggression, finally posting I'll break ya tension with colder speech
I spit ill rhymes till elements owners pleased, Torchin seven Switched, he's left Over-Eased, cause I ripped out his guts and found Ovaries!
My text is to complex you can't harass this vet, or pass a threat, cause like R.I.P.'s, opponents of VICS LETTERS, always end up in a MATCH WITH DEATH

nice.

seven30 you had a great flow and some hard hitting punches...started off pretty good, picked it up a bit, tapered off, but then picked it up again..could've had more multies and word play though..and you rhymed alphabetics in your last verse against vic..anyway I thought these were your best lines:

"I guess you talk alot of shit, I'll send random kicks where your stool sits/
Next, you see me wiping fecal matter off my boot tips. Who's this sick/
That can spit scripts and make brain cells split and scatter?/
The same cat that double taps your jaw, your neck jerks till your backbone shatters/
The madd rapper, grudge holder, stonefaced, chew rocks and shit boulders/
drop my pants, copp a squat like "What!" and avalanche on your shoulders/
You hear thundering looking like "hold up shit keeps falling"/
you just a lower life form, how appauling you even calling/
me out. You'll get your snout boxed till the blood bubbles/
I don't bear arms, but bare armed and bare knuckled/
I smack your teeth in till you swallow your chuckle/
Chew on that your Hard rock act gets crumbled to rubbles/
Don't let me unbuckle Bitch! you been peeing standing up? better sit/ "


now victimizer you had some ill multies and word play, and even though some people may not agree with me, I thought you had a sick flow for the most part...the dopest part about your verse was your structure though, kinda reminds me of Method Man..that complexity put you above seven30 cuz you both had lots of humour and personal punches but seven30 just wasn't as complex imo..these were my favorite lines:

"Seven ain't ready for vet beef, he's rusty with dead speech, I'll quickly run up on em and close-line em with a machete
I erupt the weak steady, violating ya neck to a beheading, this victims blood is a death tease and the only thing that'll get me
Impress me? Fuck this wack with diction lacking proper wording. Get burned in raps
Bust ya skull with a crow-bar, till it unconsciously cracks
Flip-the-bird, then pm Natasa to start a forum for Hip-Hop Elements artifacts!
Seven can get it first, it's the only thing he'll place in, nerd you'll never make it with those raps that got complacent
Vic gets greedy with life, casually I take it from a fake kid, classed with a bad-comedics lame wit cause his every punch-lines vacant
Seven Blows Hope, to Old Folks on viagra till his tone chokes. He's a Family Man and can't help but be weird cause his birth-was-home-grown
Adept, why am I even battling seven?...He's a chump for certain
Casket shut I'm closing his curtain, cause this stupid vet doesn't know he sounds like a fucking bitch speaking in third person!
He tried to hurt me but got buried, in a blur he's, nursing, fatal wounds consumed by vics doom, proving he was never worthy
For humor, on his mom's porch, I left this piece of shit burning
Then ripped his S put it on my chest, stood with one foot and flexed on burnt beef
I then start flirting, laying your mom, just to let you know it was NEVER EVEN-THIRTY!
Failing at enduring a death script, his spines affected, mind disected, till ya eagle(ego) and claws are disconnected
And your lines accepted, that I'm the next kid to bind your sections, so my genitals and ya ass has aligned affections
It just ain't your time seven, consider your values and my fines as seperate, cause I'll fuck this newyorker up like nine eleven!
Out of elements he adores sex with trans, I'll deck this man, for walking big and sticking out his chest with those breast implants!
Each time you post that gay-speech, happily-ya-words lack the skills to slay V, I'm easily 'reigning king' over this brooklyn kid like 'jay-z'!
Mafia-style, I'll cut-em-up-to-pieces and any other lame whose spittin
Will find these little pussies are lost in rap, found-in-trash-cans like stray kittens
Once I announce blasts, the crowd gasps then chants to see another victim bow fast, cause he's out classed
My will is unmatched, I bash his teeth with a fist of thumb-tacks, so fast it took him a minute to drop from my point-of-attack
And I started to laugh, cause while dangling, his flesh and gums was still attatched!
I use his own pain to distract him, he's a cabana boy I'm the captain, blinded from my axe speed
It's a massacre, as I watch his flesh cracking...SEVEN DON'T WANT IT WITH VIC that's why he said "later" for ROUND 2 OF OUR CLASHING!

"Seven lacks aggression, finally posting I'll break ya tension with colder speech
I spit ill rhymes till elements owners pleased, Torchin seven Switched, he's left Over-Eased, cause I ripped out his guts and found Ovaries! "


with that said, I think it's kinda obvious to see who I think won...great match by the way..you both went way over the limit but it was worth it.


Vote: victimizer

This was the only quotable I could find out of this match from either of you. Quantity doesn't equal quality, both were rambling and directionless but Victimizer's was a chore to read because it was so friggin' long without having anything to keep my attention.


Rnd goes to seven30 barely.

^These were my favourite two lines...and i liked these \/ from Vic as well...

Overall I think 730 comes off as funnier but Vic is more direct and aggressive. However, like jeb said both verses were too long and rambled on a bit... To be honest I could of gone either way but I think Vics aggression edged it...

Vote - Victimizer

Dope verse seven...
Thanks for your opinion jeb...We should battle soon after this, what do you say?...Two different styles going at it?

Been there, done that, sent the postcard to friends... but stick to the subject man, you trying to win this tournament.

What up with the votes in this shit?

still 2-1?!?

finish the voting..

the finals are gonna be fire!

the both where good. i personally liked seven30 style. but seven30 i know you, you gotta ante up, son
my vote goes to seven30


ONE

vic has it for me style was more complexed than 7:30am

3-2 for victimizer


finish the voting people

both had similar style and flow

vocab and punches were fairly even

i have to go with seven bc he did it better with less lines

fav. parts, among other single lines...

Vic



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this was a very close battle, nice verse on both ends, but i feel like Vic had more stand out lines, and 1's w/ better punches, like the ovaries 1, very nice

tough decision....vote Vic

I liked both as they were very creative
730 you stayed consistent but not always coming hard
vic you came very strong till about halfway then you kinda went down hill
but that shit usually happens with such a long verse

anyway I like what vic had to say a little more so he just edged this one

vote victimizer