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.