007Bruce:
Quick Freestyle
I'm earning the win, murking your king
Burning your skin with hot verses i pen
Bruce is Wolverine and a lord with the schemes
And none is fùcking with him
'Cept the whores in his inn, your mom & your queen
I'm hurting your twin
For tryna bring Double pain, and
I'll have a pair of my metallic claws stucked in his chin
Like David Draiman
I'm a shady mister, a crazy spitter
I bore the crowd to death when i spit eighty fillers
I'll spray the nina if i hate a nigga. . .
Like B magic. . i've got a rächet on me. . .but it aint working like a lazy stripper
so i bought a Nina. . . And its made to put kids to sleep that's a babysitter
Jigs an ugly mohfücker. . .a fücking baboon
Be a man, step up to me. . .& get crushed in your hood
Tell us. . .why you faking a thug with glock?. . .you must be a fool
You should come to my place & see the fours that we shoot
So when i say i pop cans for real you know that shìts nothing but the truth
But this bítch a fûcking liar, he never popping the tools
So next time jigs spewing shìt like he draw on niggas, just know he talking tatoos
I'm döpe & stunning i flow like nothing
Your skull? I'm cracking. . .Your bones? I'm crushing
The ghosts are mourning & you're scared to death. . . cos you know the chrome is coming
Did i say an empty barrel??. . .I'll reload and pop it
why the hommie fronting?. . . . He jacks someone elses shìt & hope we applaud him?
That tells you're an inexperienced vet, a rookie prolly. . . .it shows & its appauling
And now we know why you don't spice up brawls. . . Its cos you dont know your onions!

OK ds is some cool shidd!

dj5naira:
This girl will milk you till ur account aches n screams Oh my gad!/
EKEDP are learners compared to this b.itch with the same namesake as this glad/
When she passes you all the list of things she bought, the 'crazy' bills you ll see will make you go MAD/

"Who am I talking about in disguise?!!"/
An LGA in Niger State is not what I implied/ "its my new boo Sir", I replied/

I know my onions meeeen/ wizard of rap you aren't, rather a novice with no passion in ur vein/
took off sittin' on a broomstick, “minutes into the flight you crash-landed” on top the “Russian plane!!”/

I drop correct poo/ that connect too/
Behind e'ery plot are set up to upset you/

Smash you till u gas out like if yu mixed n gulped sprite n beer/
JigKillah, i'll pound you to pulp, shyte, my dear/ ur brain produce 60W of power, still no bulb-light idea/

You get so obsessed with people's write, u don't even know when u start jackin' those quotes/
Startin' to punch like the way he does? thinkin' I will not know??/
You're through with Rabbit Doc n Papilolo, now you're unto Obesemf, my Jeez! oh no/
now you cover it up with Harrysong, raggae Who the bleep is this Ras Kimono?/

I can see you're depressed, was told everyday you cry/ ur emotions in tumult . U either goin' cray or high/
You want options to kill you? flip to SonyMax, there're a thousand ways to die/

What's going on nigga? The way you crash out of tourneys is sickening, and this is not malaria/
You lose so shamefully, East Asia deejays who watched ur battle pinged me sayin' "come on 5 ...J aint no rapper, he lacks the material!!"/
Lemme bring you back to ur fight against Iceskidd where you did not 'tie one' criteria/

Marketed herself to me, ur gal . told me she a fucker goddess/
. . . after we had sex, she prepared me turnip porridge/
She deleted ur number replacin' it with mine screamin' ..."YOU'RE SIMPLY THE BEST" and I was like oops! Tina Turner's chorus/

All my yarn don cool the bro/ I beat am to particles, ...chooi/
Jig na waste, the guy dey 'imagine' the whippin' for hin mind, . . . all my 'fan, see fool' o/

Dj5naira still keeping it real

dj5naira:
This girl will milk you till ur account aches n screams Oh my gad!/
EKEDP are learners compared to this b.itch with the same namesake as this glad/
When she passes you all the list of things she bought, the 'crazy' bills you ll see will make you go MAD/

"Who am I talking about in disguise?!!"/
An LGA in Niger State is not what I implied/ "its my new boo Sir", I replied/

I know my onions meeeen/ wizard of rap you aren't, rather a novice with no passion in ur vein/
took off sittin' on a broomstick, “minutes into the flight you crash-landed” on top the “Russian plane!!”/

I drop correct poo/ that connect too/
Behind e'ery plot are set up to upset you/

Smash you till u gas out like if yu mixed n gulped sprite n beer/
JigKillah, i'll pound you to pulp, shyte, my dear/ ur brain produce 60W of power, still no bulb-light idea/

You get so obsessed with people's write, u don't even know when u start jackin' those quotes/
Startin' to punch like the way he does? thinkin' I will not know??/
You're through with Rabbit Doc n Papilolo, now you're unto Obesemf, my Jeez! oh no/
now you cover it up with Harrysong, raggae Who the bleep is this Ras Kimono?/

I can see you're depressed, was told everyday you cry/ ur emotions in tumult . U either goin' cray or high/
You want options to kill you? flip to SonyMax, there're a thousand ways to die/

What's going on nigga? The way you crash out of tourneys is sickening, and this is not malaria/
You lose so shamefully, East Asia deejays who watched ur battle pinged me sayin' "come on 5 ...J aint no rapper, he lacks the material!!"/
Lemme bring you back to ur fight against Iceskidd where you did not 'tie one' criteria/

Marketed herself to me, ur gal . told me she a fucker goddess/
. . . after we had sex, she prepared me turnip porridge/
She deleted ur number replacin' it with mine screamin' ..."YOU'RE SIMPLY THE BEST" and I was like oops! Tina Turner's chorus/

All my yarn don cool the bro/ I beat am to particles, ...chooi/
Jig na waste, the guy dey 'imagine' the whippin' for hin mind, . . . all my 'fan, see fool' o/

Hahaha, nice!

Dotwillis1:
lolzz wack ass nigga.....

Ya best at giving comments on other niggaz 'drops'

Is that the way you wanna get ya ursef known? ... Be creative bro!

i think say na better thing self..nor lemme curse you oh...

Bars:




Lhoood? Evn u sef mumu join

wanna brawl 2 bars? ?
.
.no pun intended

.... Was thinkinq if 'God uses weapons' cus the shits y'all drop are lotta 'jargons'!/
ur rhymes are weak, 'plays are sluggy' like 'old movies'... No actions!/
u dey form ''sinner''?? na ur eyes go suffer am ..i mean 'u cant see me' go ask john!/
cus am cominq in with lines dah would dress y'all dead..'ghost fashions'!!!/..
..
..
Only a freestlye will ruin top nerds/
and brute young vets!/
buh scripts??.. Will slay dope ones and screw tough heads/
am the beast! Get close to me and ur death would come next!!/

THE CO RESPONSE;
( Be careful what you wish 4)



Battle me? Really? Come on son you just don't compare/
That would be easier than beating a _retard at solitaire/


Gerrarahia! I see _bitches like you everyday of the week/
In all honesty your just a kid with the IQ of a
gimp/


The outcome is so obvious due to the style that you lack/
Plus your beats sound like they were produced by a tranny on crack/
No wonder your entire repertoire is so abundantly wack/


But my words are like 'random axes' that will rip you apart/
Your crew felt you could muster a challenge but you were doomed from the start/
So you think you got flows? Too bad, even my gibberish is state of the art/


Take heed cause I've never been beat and never been burned/
Your peers all gave it their best shots but the tables are yet to be turned/
You claim you've read the thread then you should already have learned/


Your flow is like a period, It comes strong only once a month/
Your raps already sound like they are comin’ out from a bleeding _cunt

My bars are so tight, they leave you with no place to go/
Just call me 'kainji dam' cause I'm the 1 stopping your flow/


my raps are freestyles, you probably stole your verses out of a book/
MTN could cut off your phone line and you still wouldn't be 'off the hook'/


Your lyrical content just seems like an _orgy of _stupidity/
Your flows remind of the 60's and your punchlines are without any sensibility/


You're all wild and untamed, like a 'fugee' trying for 'the score'/
But once in my prescence you're bound to retreat like ocean water from the shore/


So far, up till this point your entire careers been a joke/
your rhymes are like plastic _weed bags
While mine are like a kilo of _coke/


Cause I spit 'bars' like a kid gettin' his mouth washed out with 'soap'/
Just pray that I spare you, cause like a terminal AIDS victim you've really got no hope/


I've got the masses convinced, so anything
you say is blasphemy/
Talk all the _shit you want but in this race you'll always finish last to me/
When I'm done you'll be quaking in your boots like the present day ' muhammad ali'


All the stuff I usually say I could say out even in public/
But not you, everyone can always tell that you probably dubbed it/
The contrast between you on NL and your real life has such duality/
You talk big in here, but out there, your life's full of frugality/


You can adopt a hard stance and pretend to be unfazed/
But my razor edged rhymes would only cut through you like paths in a maze/


My metaphors are mad crazy while yours are like your bedoom style, mad lazy/
No wonder last night, at her request, I left your _bitch with twin babies/


_Bitch was kind enough to swallow me whole, so I made sure she didn't choke/
Sadly she said you also love to swallow and 'denrele' told her you've got a 'mean deep throat'/


So go ahead,keep on hating on my erudite rap skills/
While your _bitch keeps calling me 'mr cold front' cause I give her _pussy the chills/


In fact I don't need no 'kora or grammy', just your mother and a tube of _KY jelly/
Take her back to my pad, and ensure she also calls me daddy/


Only real niggas feel me, so I understand why you don't/
But your mom always feels me in the back of her throat/
I stay _fucking up her gum lines like tobacco or coke/


You never stood a chance too bad now all you're seeing is red/
Got gassed and thought you measured up but only got beat down instead/
Stomped all over your stinking flows like a boot to the head/
Damaged you and your mom so bad even your dads currently spread on a hospital bed/


I completely understand why by now you would be getting upset/
But next time weigh your options, before doing something you will surely regret/


My philosophy is this: try to work your way up through the ranks/
You came at me gunning, but the only thing you ended up shooting were blanks/


After listening to your rhymes, I really think you should become a 'rap mime'/
Your out of your mind, no wonder your always quick to whine/
A sad critter so it would be best if you stick to your own kind/
Dont worry, no need to hustle, wack fools like you are easy to find/


Small boy couldn't rap or even 'wrap' even if it was christmas eve/
This thread is for adults, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave/

Open c/o to any bitch or niqqa

ThorThunder u're here?? Comeon son

Funlord dey crase

Chai!!


I no go look for ur trouble

Obainojazz, dude u down 4 a rematch on saturday ma niqqa?

Mariostar:
them flows are damn wack/// them competition is damn weak// they've been rehearsing for a week (weak)// but still sound worse with them flows.
Am the messiah just blessed your eyes with some to read/// them niggas be nagging like step mothers Bleep you don't Bleep with me on the Mic Am the hottest emcee (mc) I freestyle my destiny no pencil or ball pen/// drag me to the ocean for poetry to open. failing to kill my own verse
I ain't going down (coffin )/ swimming in the club (dolphin ) can do more but am gonna leave room for them wanna bes to try them luck.

someone to beat this

Too much bars, no wonder this lyricist drops döpe
Beggers like Limerick asks for Stock Rum, Infinit Hot Note
My thoughts Diamond, everything it was written with, got broke
DJ5naira sucks so much, he sucked a metre long stick and did not choke!
Chrome leaves black on the bîtch's lips, don't smoke
Your Rockin' career gon' Wither Next, I'm Moses, givin' him God's stroke
Get it? Rock? Moses? Wilderness? Givin' him God's stroke?
You want war? ARs, 45ths, you want Fofos?
My goons are everywhere in the streets with portfolios

Ready for slaughter! Loaded with Three-Fifty-Seven Revolvers
Räpe your Girlfriend so bad she can barely recover
While you busy with New Hidings like an Identity Burglar!
And you say you Tune Shiii. . . Get the fûck outta here You Wayne's testîcles sûcker!!!

007Bruce claimin' he a fûckin vet?
The chrome is comin' where? Nigga you talked with Feds?
You now pop fours? Against me you couldn't pop your pen
In my street, You claim you Reek of Grimy shît, you're a Walkin' Dead!
Get it? Rick Grimes? Walkin' Dead?

This is a Site for series of Originals like O 2 TV
Is that where a Papa Ajasco Double 0 could fit in?
Ibime is a bîtch. . . He withholds truth and shît!
Ever since He praised your äss. . . Your writtens says. . . I'm the Broke, New Ibi!

007Bruce Lee!!!

Funlord, if you can work a little bit more on your flow and multi you'd be a beast. But I must say your end rhymes are perfect.

LhoOd:
wanna brawl 2 bars? ? . .no pun intended

Leggo. . .

Bars:



Leggo. . .

Lemme bag you the third time bro

I'm a shady mister, a crazy spitter
I bore the crowd to death when i spit eighty fillers

LMAO!!! 007bruce don madt!!

Emaprince:
I'm a shady mister, a crazy spitter
I bore the crowd to death when i spit eighty fillers

LMAO!!! 007bruce don madt!!

Bruce might just be the hottest here recently.

.

007BRUCE IS CRAY
#YOLO

SmokingGunZ:


Lemme bag you the third time bro

Lwkmd!!! 3rd ? Lol kip dreaming son. . . Besides were u enter since ? U don finish ur utme ?

richommie:
007BRUCE IS CRAY
#YOLO

Come mk I bag u again. . .

richommie:
007BRUCE IS CRAY
#YOLO

Come mk I bag u again. . .

Exist!!

NOSTRADAMUS


In every season these rhythms & similes beam,
Seemly it gleams, but the lambency's deceasing the schemes,
Deceitful beings around these rims, wanna be kinging supreme,
Till they burn from pyrotechnics, for I'm increasing the steam,
Mephistophelian... but really I'm....a seeker of greens,
Cashing reality checks while still living the dream,
David Bertowitz, I'm grim, and my religion is sin,
I'm reason morgues are consistently filled to the brim,
Edgar Allan apparitions, brought me resolence & omelletes,
But left me despondent, In my dome I hear sonnets,
And my mind is evilly tortured by the souls of dead poets,
Which is why I'm preterhuman,a forlorn soldier.
Four-holder, I'm more döper, I'll have you sonned like solar,
With a lexical sickness so incurable - like Funlord's bi-polar,
I been going ape in spars, before the days of tars,
Intergalactically travel with these zany bars,
Anälly-rape aliens, then breed an abomination race on Mars,
Samurai X, my cheek is vertically plagued with scars,
Spawned from a tribe of RATS......flipped it backwards.....then became a STAR,
I cook on symmetrical stoves, when I'm brewing the stew,
And on a petri dish, I'll serve y'all Alphabetical soup,
Don't doubt the existence of god.... cos you looking at the proof,
Gun in hand, Son of Sam, I'll have you breathing through a tube,
Hail fom a clan of seriel killers, pulluter of youths,
Even my father is a demon.......call me Nyssa Al'Ghul.

Bars:





Lwkmd!!! 3rd ? Lol kip dreaming son. . . Besides were u enter since ? U don finish ur utme ?

Nice ducking bro

darkenedrebel:
NOSTRADAMUS


In every season these rhythms & similes beam,
Seemly it gleams, but the lambency's deceasing the schemes,
Deceitful beings around these rims, wanna be kinging supreme,
Till they burn from pyrotechnics, for I'm increasing the steam,
Mephistophelian... but really I'm....a seeker of greens,
Cashing reality checks while still living the dream,
David Bertowitz, I'm grim, and my religion is sin,
I'm reason morgues are consistently filled to the brim,
Edgar Allan apparitions, brought me resolence & omelletes,
But left me despondent, In my dome I hear sonnets,
And my mind is evilly tortured by the souls of dead poets,
Which is why I'm preterhuman,a forlorn soldier.
Four-holder, I'm more döper, I'll have you sonned like solar,
With a lexical sickness so incurable - like Funlord's bi-polar,
I been going ape in spars, before the days of tars,
Intergalactically travel with these zany bars,
Anälly-rape aliens, then breed an abomination race on Mars,
Samurai X, my cheek is vertically plagued with scars,
Spawned from a tribe of RATS......flipped it backwards.....then became a STAR,
I cook on symmetrical stoves, when I'm brewing the stew,
And on a petri dish, I'll serve y'all Alphabetical soup,
Don't doubt the existence of god.... cos you looking at the proof,
Gun in hand, Son of Sam, I'll have you breathing through a tube,
Hail fom a clan of seriel killers, pulluter of youths,
Even my father is a demon.......call me Nyssa Al'Ghul.

Nothing else in this except vocabulary also called big gramar and rhymes.

What happened to penmanship and deep lyricism?

Taking nothing away from this verse, but using words like "Mephiboshet" et al is distracting to the readers.

Peace.

I still chew bullets.

SmokingGunZ:


Nothing else in this except vocabulary also called big gramar and rhymes.

What happened to penmanship and deep lyricism?

Taking nothing away from this verse, but using words like "Mephiboshet" et al is distracting to the readers.

Peace.

I still chew bullets.

Lol

SmokingGunZ:


Nothing else in this except vocabulary also called big gramar and rhymes.

What happened to penmanship and deep lyricism?

Taking nothing away from this verse, but using words like "Mephiboshet" et al is distracting to the readers.

Peace.

I still chew bullets.

You need to read wide & stop acting like an illiterate. .all the words used are as elementary as abc.. .. It's not my fault you are dumb.. Neither would I dumb down my verse for idiotas like yourself.
& it wasn't a punchline verse.. .It had a storyline & it was to flex rhymes


And what do you mean by deep lyricism? You mean like the crap you write?
Stop smoking crack ..a man with a log in his eye should not tell the next man to remove the splinter in his eye.. .

SmokingGunZ:
Takes a picture then picmix it!/to try to cover that deadly fang and his big teeth/Lamar delayed this battle so long, begging his ghostwriter, pls bro, help me fix it!/so tune, lamar & yur ghostwriter, i'd cut off your legs and u'd bury yurself, cos that's 6 feet!!/
That isnt a punch to your big sis/deleted my script, i hope yu both get the W with this quick frees!!!
Leggo!!
You'd see dead bodies after i start this horror sequence/
yur lines combined will bore us to death/
mathematically,it's constant with the more loss he gets/
am killing the first term here. .they sum up? I ex 'em here!/
I've got a big D, yu got a small d, and that's our common difference!!
I come to snap his neck, and this foe poses!/
He's bent on destruction, reason he's down with scoliosis!
My last opp., assaulted then caged him/
lamar? His friends them, they hate him!/
The broke dude's not smiling to the bank, reason his rap wont enter the mainstream!!!/^^
You were copying InQ, i was packing punchlines/''my chrome piece resound''? You hardly thought 2wice/
3 straight losses in the ML, yu were beaten TIME and TIME again, yur life became ANTI-CLOCKWISE!!
I'll hack him up nice/the Lord's not your shepherd, you missed 'em hirelings!/
I CRUSADE against wacks, so when i advance, you both best RETREAT like Christian Gatherings!!
Lamar gets tailed when i mark him with my goons/
slap the boy, then hack him in half too/
or maybe have him in this battle/now Jon's tryinna cast out Demon, it's all a drama, they're dancing to my tune!!
Been here for awhile, we hardly felt yur presence/
A broke nigga who can't 'foot his bills', reason i'm winning this title at your 'expense'!!
We get paired in the finals, tune sends a friend request, and like, i'm Hot bro/i'm like who's yur fucking bro!/i'm a fucking pro. .hurting blokes/i rhymed fucking bro with with fucking pro?/
that's cos in Yorubaland i'm Oba, to make him The Alaafin, will be taken as a funny joke!!! (They are laughing) ^^^
i make waves when i ball in yo!/call Lamar, has yur ghostwriter sent you the verse?/for delaying this tourney, i'd end him real fast/twist his anus and bend his sphincters/for effing with a gOD, you'd never get married to Pelt, this b1tch'll die a spinster!!!/
Leave! or pull a no-show you daft fiend/
yu study@ Yale? But Yu dnt knw what depart meant!!
You can't feel big again. .
Both reached the finals via dick. .
. . .this is the 'nail-biting' moment, before they 'finger' the dv's again!!
Wonder what the two sissies acclaim. .Visit his crib, his sis and mum, they all gazing/at the blast of a whistle, the bitches on Polo and the Whoresracing/saggy boobs and dried cunts, but my balls heavy/that's cos i'm not lazy, grab the mum and start pounding/i stop and look at the gay, he's so Hot, his heart's pounding!!
My words hurt, and this wack's angry. ./
Vets, even wacks know this G sick/
i even got the mark of the beast like 666/
6 bars, but Lamar's stretching, he can't even understand the Bar Code on his Dp!!/

danbrowndmf:
Bruce might just be the hottest here recently.

.
.
Yeah.

.after Dj

darkenedrebel:
NOSTRADAMUS


In every season these rhythms & similes beam,
Seemly it gleams, but the lambency's deceasing the schemes,
Deceitful beings around these rims, wanna be kinging supreme,
Till they burn from pyrotechnics, for I'm increasing the steam,
Mephistophelian... but really I'm....a seeker of greens,
Cashing reality checks while still living the dream,
David Bertowitz, I'm grim, and my religion is sin,
I'm reason morgues are consistently filled to the brim,
Edgar Allan apparitions, brought me resolence & omelletes,
But left me despondent, In my dome I hear sonnets,
And my mind is evilly tortured by the souls of dead poets,
Which is why I'm preterhuman,a forlorn soldier.
Four-holder, I'm more döper, I'll have you sonned like solar,
With a lexical sickness so incurable - like Funlord's bi-polar,
I been going ape in spars, before the days of tars,
Intergalactically travel with these zany bars,
Anälly-rape aliens, then breed an abomination race on Mars,
Samurai X, my cheek is vertically plagued with scars,
Spawned from a tribe of RATS......flipped it backwards.....then became a STAR,
I cook on symmetrical stoves, when I'm brewing the stew,
And on a petri dish, I'll serve y'all Alphabetical soup,
Don't doubt the existence of god.... cos you looking at the proof,
Gun in hand, Son of Sam, I'll have you breathing through a tube,
Hail fom a clan of seriel killers, pulluter of youths,
Even my father is a demon.......call me Nyssa Al'Ghul.

God bless you . .#fdD

darkenedrebel:


You need to read wide & stop acting like an illiterate. .all the words used are as elementary as abc.. .. It's not my fault you are dumb.. Neither would I dumb down my verse for idiotas like yourself.
& it wasn't a punchline verse.. .It had a storyline & it was to flex rhymes


And what do you mean by deep lyricism? You mean like the crap you write?
Stop smoking crack ..a man with a log in his eye should not tell the next man to remove the splinter in his eye.. .

Lol man. Where didju dig up that my verse? I forgot i dropped that shit .

I still chew bullets.

Call me out if you feel you can trash me.