[Bboy Jroc]

my latest vote: [TSC]

the rules:
2 verses each
3-0 = KO, first to 5 when split
unlimited bars
no deadline

i got first.

[Bboy Jroc]

the wackness shows man, i aint gotta diss you
ya throwin' 50-pound punches and i still couldn't feel you
muthafucka i'll kill you if i had to lose myself
face me like a man and lose the chastity belt
i'll cut ya short like an elf and save ya legs for Christmas
in return i'll be a tutor and make ya learn the disses
pound ya with lessons beyond the human grasp
only time ya blow steam is when ya fart off ya ass!
no faggot lasts when i strike subsequently
as usual this New-Phex bitch tries to copy me
it bothers me how ya claim to overflow with talent
ya can't invent spits if i gave ya free patents
can't take any chances when ya come against me
talk 'bout reverse battery when i see blood on ya wife b*
g'head and despise me but the fact still remains
ya can't play this mind game with a FOOLISH brain

* wife beater

[flobotopics]

my "stylez e"verlast and always vary till the end, foolish and zeke are my boys while you got "imaginary friends"/
even though i know its not verbal violence, i'ma rip this fags guts out in defiance/
fuck compliance, this kids couldn't equate by knowing all laws of science....
hahaha his alliance of mental taktiks, the fact is his whole crew left backless/
spineless, they complain so much your local resturant got them on the wine list/
my raps will haunt your kids at night cause this shit is timeless, ya hit play stop then rewind this/
i find this hard to comprehend, j-roc think he's good but his words don't blend/
i'm leavin his style wit wounds that never mend, i'm good for real as he continue to pretend/
i stay scheme'in while gay roc's day dreamin, he spits raps wit no meanin/
my raps are so dope i leave j-roc feinin, like when he's on his knees gulpin down semen/
for real though ya raps are soft as a pillow, ya ain't real never know how i feel yo/

[Bboy Jroc]

i'll street-sweep this wigga, 'wear-out' triggaz like 'used jeans'
watch me leave ya with more holes than a set of 18 greens*

i'll rip ya every seam like a chauvinistic madman
i aint racist but this white boy shouldn't rap man
blast ya entire clan and rekindle the moment daily
hold me at gun point and ya still couldn't slay me
i 'clock' g's with the precision of 'timely' assassins
faster than the speed o' light with my own science
i'm reliant with the facts and it's what i rap about
take your case son, ya psychologically played-out!
no room for doubts when this child speaks
impedements arise when his tiny brain leaks
this aphrodite freak got the sickest of standards
saw ya fuck fool's kid and laugh like a bastard
dirty bitch, get plastered... ya know we done with
no effort needed when it's a cracker i battle with

* golf, 18 holes

[flobotopics]

this kids talks about guns cause he hears it in music, if he had one in his hand he wouldn't know how to use it/
life or death kid choose it, cause your verbally about to lose it, ya weak style i'm here to abuse it/
ya first drop was weak and the second even worse, ya call up ya freinds for help on each verse/
i rip at mics while you sit there and nurse, sayin my moms here so lets try not to curse/
but fuck it like i did to his moms, she took it like a champ suckin down all my sperm filled bombs/
i keep droppin off wit j rocs head when i'm poppin, i'll rap for days without any stoppin/
in this battle jroc i'm moppin cause he claim to do dirt, each punch i throw leave ya ribs hurt/
got him itchin his head like an overdose of perk, as i take his moms again fuck her right through her skirt/
so as the time pass and i whoop j's ass ya know i am better thats why the best went last...............piece


tight shit

[Mode]

Jroc - 1st - good flow, wasn't feelin some of your punches.

- the wackness shows man, i aint gotta diss you
ya throwin' 50-pound punches and i still couldn't feel you

- it bothers me how ya claim to overflow with talent
ya can't invent spits if i gave ya free patents

2nd - picked it up, nice flow an good punches.

- i'll street-sweep this wigga, 'wear-out' triggaz like 'used jeans'
watch me leave ya with more holes than a set of 18 greens

- blast ya entire clan and rekindle the moment daily
hold me at gun point and ya still couldn't slay me

Flobotopics - 1st - sweet flow, good punches.

- even though i know its not verbal violence, i'ma rip this fags guts out in defiance/
fuck compliance, this kids couldn't equate by knowing all laws of science....

- i stay scheme'in while gay roc's day dreamin, he spits raps wit no meanin/
my raps are so dope i leave j-roc feinin, like when he's on his knees gulpin down semen/
for real though ya raps are soft as a pillow, ya ain't real never know how i feel yo/

2nd - nice flow, first half of your verse came with better punches than the second half.

- this kids talks about guns cause he hears it in music, if he had one in his hand he wouldn't know how to use it/
life or death kid choose it, cause your verbally about to lose it, ya weak style i'm here to abuse it/


my vote has to go to Flobotopics on account of having slightly better punches an flow.

peace.

[lawndale killha]

first of all i got to say both flo's was tight.

bboy jroc 1st. i like some of the punches i like.


i'll cut ya short like an elf and save ya legs for Christmas
in return i'll be a tutor and make ya learn the disses

pound ya with lessons beyond the human grasp
only time ya blow steam is when ya fart off ya ass!

despise me but the fact still remains
ya can't play this mind game with a FOOLISH brain

thats what i liked about your flo but i wasnt feelin u at first.


flobotopics 1st verse was nice it hot this is what i liked.


my "stylez e"verlast and always vary till the end

even though i know its not verbal violence, i'ma rip this fags guts out in defiance/

fuck compliance, this kids couldn't equate by knowing all laws of science....

hahaha his alliance of mental taktiks, the fact is his whole crew left backless/

spineless, they complain so much your local resturant got them on the wine list/

my raps will haunt your kids at night cause this shit is timeless, ya hit play stop then rewind this/

i'm leavin his style wit wounds that never mend, i'm good for real as he continue to pretend/

my raps are so dope i leave j-roc feinin, like when he's on his knees gulpin down semen/

for real though ya raps are soft as a pillow,

nice punches i was feelin the flo.


bboy jroc 2nd verse was hot way better then the first one.
lets see,

i'll street-sweep this wigga, 'wear-out' triggaz like 'used jeans'
watch me leave ya with more holes than a set of 18 greens*


i aint racist but this white boy shouldn't rap man
blast ya entire clan and rekindle the moment daily

hold me at gun point and ya still couldn't slay me
i 'clock' g's with the precision of 'timely' assassins
faster than the speed o' light with my own science

i'm reliant with the facts and it's what i rap about
take your case son, ya psychologically played-out!

this aphrodite freak got the sickest of standards

dirty bitch, get plastered... ya know we done with
no effort needed when it's a cracker i battle with

this was hot and u had a better flo.


flobotopics 2nd verse was hot for the second time.
u know how i do this is what i like.


this kids talks about guns cause he hears it in music, if he had one in his hand he wouldn't know how to use it/
life or death kid choose it, cause your verbally about to lose it, ya weak style i'm here to abuse it/
ya first drop was weak and the second even worse, ya call up ya freinds for help on each verse/


that rigth here was nice the whole thing was hot but i like this.


its hard to say but my man jroc came back on u but my vote goes to flobotopics for flo, punches, and disses.

[Zodiak Stizo]

Jroc: Tight flo n disses. Came hard wid all punches.

Fobo:Also tight flo and disses. Had his share of punchlines. Your shit was also complex.

My vote goes to Flobo cuz both u had punches n flo, but flobo's complexity made his seem more above par


Distinguishable lines:

J 1:


i'll cut ya short like an elf and save ya legs for Christmas
in return i'll be a tutor and make ya learn the disses

it bothers me how ya claim to overflow with talent
ya can't invent spits if i gave ya free patents


Flotobotics 1:

even though i know its not verbal violence, i'ma rip this fags guts out in defiance/
fuck compliance, this kids couldn't equate by knowing all laws of science....


spineless, they complain so much your local resturant got them on the wine list/
my raps will haunt your kids at night cause this shit is timeless, ya hit play stop then rewind this/

i stay scheme'in while gay roc's day dreamin, he spits raps wit no meanin/
my raps are so dope i leave j-roc feinin, like when he's on his knees gulpin down semen/

J 2:

i'll street-sweep this wigga, 'wear-out' triggaz like 'used jeans'
watch me leave ya with more holes than a set of 18 greens*

this aphrodite freak got the sickest of standards
saw ya fuck fool's kid and laugh like a bastard

Flobo toe 2:

this kids talks about guns cause he hears it in music, if he had one in his hand he wouldn't know how to use it/
life or death kid choose it, cause your verbally about to lose it, ya weak style i'm here to abuse it/

ya first drop was weak and the second even worse, ya call up ya freinds for help on each verse/
i rip at mics while you sit there and nurse, sayin my moms here so lets try not to curse/

My vote goes to flobo-topics for complexity in rhymes. Both had nice punches and tight as flo's, but the complexity swayed me.