So I just looked at everyone's reviews on me and Wyze's battle. I'd just like to point out that this is a rap battle, not an insult battle. Wyze completely disregarded the concept of flow and had such choppy, rushed, and forced bars. I figured since we were doing this over a continuous beat back and forth that flow and style would be a big factor too. This should have been over no beat if you just wanted nothing but insult after insult like Grindtime and those battle comps do... The reason I'm making this point is to raise awareness for future battles that if a rapper's flow sucks and he has to hastily cram a bunch of words in to make them fit, he's not too good of a rapper and these types of battle flow and rhyme structure should be considered.
Also, I'd like to post my lyrics, just so you can read what I wrote.
"Watch the way the lights illuminate 64
In your house breaking doors, you don't know what youâEUTMre asking for
I take your soul out like trash, do my daily chores
This is rap and IâEUTMm never flat, I spit a bar, go tit for tat
This is real rap, I donâEUTMt mess with you lil boys, so go back to the corner play with your damn toys
Butterscoth MC, suck my d-i-c
A villain always wrecking beats, youâEUTMre faker than trick or treat
So Wise stingray, IâEUTMm steve erwinâEUTMs ghost and IâEUTMm haunting your ass, IâEUTMll wreck on you any coast
AinâEUTMt no blood on your hands, only blood in your lungs,
cause my vocal cords are vocal swords
Feel the attack of my tongue
So this wise guy, gonna get a wise line,
heâEUTMs a decoy, that I destroy with my voice
So when I enter the arena, itâEUTMs only rejoice, you step onto the battle field, and itâEUTMs only weak noise "
"So now I gotta come back, gotta make a big splash,
IâEUTMm gyardos, still reppinâEUTM steveâEUTMs ghost
YouâEUTMre like a Magickarp in a match, only chose last,
this is real talk, and IâEUTMm dishing the fire blast
IâEUTMm Charizard, king of the cards, leaving your ass with a char and a scar,
just leaving my mark
IâEUTMm embarking on my mission, to split you up like a prism,
this model swordâEUTMll leave you rather sore and in schisms,
So listen to lines of the speeding rhyme spitter,
I ainâEUTMt CassidyâEUTMs cars, but IâEUTMm a run and hitter,
So IâEUTMma sensei stringgay, the runt of his litter,
Every fish in the ocean has seen bigger, I know why youâEUTMre bitter.
WeâEUTMre all destined to grow got the clipper,
so watch the way I frolic in the flow and you shiver, stay underwater,
we donâEUTMt need you above,
this a grown manâEUTMs world and you ainâEUTMt getting no love"