Bars:



Den u nd ur mama...no exist 4 dis wrld..!!

Bars:


Create thread...!!!

Heywhizzy:
define logo,big fool

007Bruce:

Bars:


Laffz...guy u go schl so.....

Heywhizzy:
make person define logo for this bastard of an illiterate

ELYMAXiimus:
Illerious!



like sex with a mad chick ... I'm f*cking nuts/
when i wanna freestyle off the cuff/ i stand on everest, then i drop off the top/
yo! I took part in the ultimate search, n found nothing much/
but what d f*ck? I kept chatting with the talking drum/
nd y'all rappers that are coming up/ there's an on-going audition/
host is shekau, if you wan blow, hurry up!/
oh! You actually thinking of what it's not?/
you f@gs love to talk/ about balls, like commentators who love the soccer sport/
but it's not, that bad, since it's what you want/
168 f*cking months is nothing much/
that's fourteen years/ y'all do the summary first/
within this time, an ibo man would bear four teens, yes/
while you in jail growing some f*cking beards/
niggas like, "max WHAT's ur business"/
i don't play CARDS, so i don't make cash, from that . . . So shut ur lips there/
don't get me vexed, i could bust some clips here/
let tons of it flare/
i attack ur school, put the fear of God in them/
first i beat 'em with bars/
REAL STEEL! They could get killed on ROW, BUT, i prefer the blasts/
i'll throw the bomb ..... Leave a POLY gone ...... Without teaching 'em MATHS/
see, i've got a secret infact/ marsians exist in hidden, it's fact/
their heads are greenish like plants/
their skull large and bigger than parts/ of their body .... Plus they breathe with the @ss/
i hate these, so i make em, exist in the past/
i invade with, y'all mums, siblins n dads/
they suicide bombers! When i signal, attack!/ Boom!
Millions are gassed/
cos i'm like shekau, i've been killing in MARS/ ..(mass)
my creativity lasts/ cos i'm too quick with the acts/
i bring aggression, you bring in the rants/
so your mouth'll be recieving the jabs/
till ur lips red, like joker, when he fixes his mask/
why y'all haters speeding ur yaps?/
have you eaten today? No! You pleading for snacks/
while i make my own food like autotrophs/
nd i could feed n transform you like autobots/
the barrel spins . . . You getting A ROUND or two . . . Like HOT DOUGHNUTS/
see? I just made you SEE FOOD like OCTOPUS/
fool! I bust yo guts/
fierce lyrics, i came back to share/
this sh1t is off the DOME, nd it ain't HALF AS FAIR/ as your lame bars n texts/
on here, great spars are rare/ who's d0pe? who's wack? Who's always got to say the answer here?/
the main STATS are clear/
d0pes n wacks CORRELATE as a pair/
rise n falls in RANKS, no one obtained lasts a year/
stay too long untop . . . you'll get a SPEAR, MAN . . . Layed back, REGRESSED/
though some guys ve stayed wack for years/
how do they do that? Don't they ask 'emselves?/

who cares! I keep dropping the best diss/
max is cray, but doesn't rumble with effed pr1cks/
i'm the type to beat a lunatic, till he comes to his senses/
like ''oga abeg na, i been just dey pretend since''/
written's prolific, you should pay for this whole piece/
my brain's stuffed, cossa voracious reloadings/
so i drop flows anyhow, like guys wey no fit hold piss/
diff b/w maxcray n this old nigs/ i get what i want . . . you get the things which ya earn/
i'm being hunted in secret, by aliens living on earth/
after i stole the three rings of saturn/
proposed to three chics, it's ma turn/
to feel like oliver twist, dbanj's done/






elymax-cray!

Ibime:



Now I could say your bars are matching the bravado. . . .nice one!

Daphantom:
. . . . Freestyle Sunday . . . .
I never rush to speak/ unless it's a victory speech/
Dissin is a sport right?/ i fought fights/ on forth nights/ with forte knights/
four times/ dead bodies litter after the fourth night!/
from space to earth/ from saucer to sauna/ and femmes to put things in order/ till stress desert a brother/ 'hoof' away or meet the revolver/ any being . . . without a 'camel toe' . . is considered a bother!/
I see an up skirt/ so I move to hammer down/ we circumvent her madame!/
she tell me fast . . fast . . like we observing Ramadan!!/
Its 2015 and Airmark's still rhyming stupid/ I finna start my car and drive into him/ I learnt the ropes . . but he still holding tight to it!/
My every speech pack myrrh/ y'all admire/ I don't mean to spark Ire/ I could choose to beef Dj but . . I heard . . CBN prepping to retire 5 naira!/
I'm seldom a rude fella/ but bruise wella/ if you fail to do better/ we could call Raymond . . but Rebel and co . . Already Usher-ed in the new era!/
My niggas chuka and Ice/ left so many dudes brutalised/ others euthanized!/ every murder i was charged to supervise!/
We ignite banter/ a gang of grim spine crackers/ who respire fire/ but give life after/ reading refined chapters!/
Any offender better be weary this 'first time'/ or prepare to meet torment/ I leave your fragile 'shape' . . in permanent 'Inertia' state . . at he 'second moment'!/
#MyWackReturn
oNe.

danbrowndmf:
.#NP SD -Almost Famous (My favourite freestyle right now,Punchlines apart)

Heywhizzy:
was that a freestyle? ,.I like the track but most of his punch were generic

Heywhizzy:
was that a freestyle? ,.I like the track but most of his punch were generic

Daphantom:
every murder i was charged to supervise!/

dj5naira:

Tis not your fault, 'cause its small/ u only last one round, ur girl now looks for real brawl/
Ya 'd.ick' should be named pride, it 'comes' before a 'fall!'/

Daphantom:

Its 2015 and Airmark's still rhyming stupid/ I finna start my car and drive into him/ I learnt the ropes . . but he still holding tight to it!/

Any offender better be weary this 'first time'/ or prepare to meet torment/ I leave your fragile 'shape' . . in permanent 'Inertia' state . . at he 'second moment'!/
#MyWackReturn
oNe.

ELYMAXiimus:
chai. airmark don wack pass wack. ... ..

airmark:


my bars are loaded with deep meaning/
only few top heads digest my bars, it hits ceiling/dolts like you are only good in grinning/

Ibime:



It must be known/ that Streets is dirty. . .with his musty flow/
I'm Macho Man. . . so watch me clean up. . .  .these Dusty Rhodes!/


He pose and mimic/ biting rappers, though he wont admit it/
cos Streets is made from "bit u men". . .  .and his road is gritted!/
He sold his spirit!/ Which Man U know is so committed?/
My tactics. . . to make this black burn. . .  like Scholes and Vidic/


Im bold and rigid/ You old and frigid/ so know ya limit/
I bring the stadium down. . . when his dome is splitted!/
Flow? Acidic!/ Prose? I spit it/ so exqusite/
Just let em know my name. . . so they know who did it!!!/


You get burnt with a large tyre/ ya current flow doesn’t spark fire/
So leaving alive would be a close shave. . . when I barb wire!/

He's acting brave/ cos he won the last match we played/
but I'll steamroll him. . . and flatten Streets out. . . on aggregate!!!/ 




Warning shots. . . . .