richommie:
teddybiyasi vs adanna28

cnt wait to see it.


#YOLO

teddybiyasi:


I don't even remember what punchline is

JigsawKillah:
I hear the streets talkin', not Jigs bluffin', yea Bis dumbin'

Lyrics scarce in the market, no more we hawkin'

G said he walks in his dreamland, he sleepwalkin'

You gettin' balls under your lips, you dîck suckin'

Whippin' your waist with hard metal, it's called Hip Hoppin'

the Fist knocks you out on the tray, we'd hawk him/ we duck him

Rap you with arms and smoke you, weed puffin'

You'd smell death, as often as I breathe, Chris Morgan

Murder Was The Case my man, if you get döggy

Warriblood ain't my man, but the Kid thuggin'

He gettin' paper, as real as he can be, he's real buzzin'

Bis envies, his bîtch empty, better for the loudest drummin'

These cats ain't know shît about the streets struggle

Since 9, in a Pools Office, was where this Kid hustled

Cool Cat, Aiye men wanted me, I don't give trouble

Metals fly in the air, everytime this Kid rumbles

your achievements, you never had your gun spit rubbles

you never had to hustle to pay your fees, dumbo

you never became a father to your siblings, uncle

to your cousins, nephews, yet when we still pilin' cash, cos we bubbled

Ibime:



Quick one. . .


Stop hyping Saw/ you ain't got stripes in war/
I handle guns. . . these streetsweepers. . . make you wipe the floor/
You claiming Aiye. . . but never gripped a knife before/
And you only 'hold the fifth'. . . cos you couldn't make the final four!/
I'm glad you verbalised your struggles. . . it's alright pal/
I respect you studying with NOUN. . . despite your poor lifestyle/
But you shoot yaself in the foot . . when you talk like fowl/
Dissing Bis. . . who's sponsoring two niggas. . . through Uniport right now!/
Im getting my passports stamped in foreign arrivals/
while his big mouth. . . keep this young fool . . .in poverty cycle/
I give a bleep about your life. . . like machines that monitor vitals/
You failed JAMB. . . plus on here, you drop horrid recitals/
Keep rapping about assault rifles. . . till you get assaulted with rifles/ by my Warri disciples!/







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JigsawKillah:
I hear the streets talkin', not Jigs bluffin', yea Bis dumbin'

Lyrics scarce in the market, no more we hawkin'

G said he walks in his dreamland, he sleepwalkin'

You gettin' balls under your lips, you dîck suckin'

Whippin' your waist with hard metal, it's called Hip Hoppin'

the Fist knocks you out on the tray, we'd hawk him/ we duck him

Rap you with arms and smoke you, weed puffin'

You'd smell death, as often as I breathe, Chris Morgan

Murder Was The Case my man, if you get döggy

Warriblood ain't my man, but the Kid thuggin'

He gettin' paper, as real as he can be, he's real buzzin'

Bis envies, his bîtch empty, better for the loudest drummin'

These cats ain't know shît about the streets struggle

Since 9, in a Pools Office, was where this Kid hustled

Cool Cat, Aiye men wanted me, I don't give trouble

Metals fly in the air, everytime this Kid rumbles

your achievements, you never had your gun spit rubbles

you never had to hustle to pay your fees, dumbo

you never became a father to your siblings, uncle

to your cousins, nephews, yet when we still pilin' cash, cos we bubbled

ELYMAXiimus:
Perpetual freestyle






Back again/ i rap with pen/ ........ Biro speaks till fullscap's impressed/
we cant relent/ blab till lyrics manifest/ freestyling fest/ you couldnt get enough of max if you
passed a test/
back and forth/ my bars are dropped / rap galore/ don't care if it's wack as f*ck/ but i'll whack ya jaw/ till ur teeth "fall out" like weak glads at war/
max-cray is who the gals adore/ i went hard at yours/
she got banged like i slammed a door/
cos i get more buttocks than a closet's seat/ honestly, i'm flawless with boning chics/ if i catch all this hommie's sis/
make 'em show me they Large @sses/
nd like biafra, i'm inclined to take on every back ah see/
fantasy ride, yolo/ till ely kolo/ already pulled off her fine polo/ if you try follow/
you'll get kicked outta naija .... like polio/
no homo, watch me go slow on ya bimbo/ she ready to catch these balls like pinto/
she ma VAL, THERE'S nothing she wants more than ma d1ck, yo/
after that, at ur home, .... clips banging like disco/
nines, fofos, ak's, blast through ya window/
arms going up n down like dancing alingo/
the strategy/ leads to tragedy/ this dude being targeted/ you ain't no GAME, BOY .... But you getting this cartridges/

i will ravage/ and wreak damage/ he'll get blasted, savaged/
put him in a box like gifts packaged/

buh see

i'm odyseus! ..... i thrive on flows/ when my rhyme unfolds/ plays, punches, mets, - My write up shows/
ain't no story my lines' not told/
poetic vibes composed/
but a while ago ... Bars shaky, wasn't bright or d0pe/
suddenly became steady, like naija's light for foes/
i seized the moment ..... Check!... Ur Time just froze/ so as i rise up, yo/ i'm crazy with plays/ my bars are blazing these days/
it all reflects in my behaviour displays/ i said i'm cray, not cos i'm a crayfish in lakes/
but cos, i could piss on a lady's lean face/
just to make the MRS SEE PEE ........... Without creating a state in the states/
so keep ur babies away/ i'm mean to the CORE/ though this BAR IS FAIR ... It could still HIT in its raw/ form, cos u'll get thwacked into the floor/ till you reach the center of the earth/ past the depth of the work/ of a miner obsessed with his search/


elym@x-cr@y!

Supermiy:

•if practice makes prefect..then i'm more than perfect/
am on the palms of this bitcches like their handset and gadgets/

007Bruce:
Everybody wanna diss Bruce

richommie:
. . .lol no be so oga.. i jst feel like to add ya name .


#YOLO

Adanna28:
Mami causes the lyrical heist spittin the subliminal vice paralyzing ya physical side left yo cerebrals fried...//

On the minimal sight I'm leaving you partially blind in a fight, stick nails in yo optics and block out ya 3rd eye..//

I burn signs so visual you get engulfed from the blaze...//

Stigmata ritual on spiritual I'll raise the dead from the grave...//

I'm mobbed deep with sadistic thoughts got you shook from ya Sole's(Souls)...//

That Banshee screeching from the chamber of tortured Ghoul's...//

I came with the Army of the Pharaoh's bitch! call me Nefertiti on throne...//

Got the Chalice from Jedi Mind I'm Violent By Design, Ya Death Guaranteed from the Known!..//

It's Frontline Territory I sniper shot you from the Red Zone..//

Took it a step further used my bazooka bitch, you got ya head blown!...//

I advised Caution before-hand now yo missing 5 Fingers...//

You Sperm Mouths Spittin so Smitten now that foul odour Lingers..

You brainwashed gimmicks on Faggotry, you beating me it ain't happening!..//

I'm that Goddess Of Warfare and Brute Apathy, Killing you softly? thats my way of Pampering!..//

dj5naira:


You did well, although ya Goldspot'ed ideas we need to brush too/ think before yu begin rush spew/
If what I quoted is critiqued 'tis obvious im holdin' an empty can 'Mirinda' then, its just to close hands and 'crush' you/

Adanna28:
Let me kick a 3 till morgan walks as a free man! Open C plan, that Moses Sea Staff!..//

Stick to the hieroglyph I'm subliminal with pictures so graph to grasp..//

Visual depictions revamped Picasso distortions in colour do laugh, imagery vividly enhanced..//

I'm phucking with you lol guess the rubber broke white egg yokes..//

I write in red pen notes, skipped a period guess that life with a head post, Ultra sound scan the lense close!..//

Baby still drunk in love crashed out on psycho's path with Vince vaughn..//

Shut yo mouth or get yo pucee lips torn, by this lyrical spawn, formed from a child of the Korn..//

You've been warned! I got patience to shock ya in the hospital ward, with a cord and water to absorb, lights out!..//

Mass body count on boards, coz that how I hoard my awards..//

LhoOd:


darkrebel

007Bruce:
#illoQuenz

Supermiy:
Damn!...you're a killer

Pad on ground . pen in b'tween toe Writin' on it, footnote/