IGNANT SH**/
rap is full of ignant sh**/ see how niggaz describe some distant scenes/ quiet about d fact dat their 'present' is d poor boys christmas gift/

am guilty too/ think of any 'bar tool' nd i'll use it to battle/ to think dat cuz a 'line's' cool i can always put a 'call' thru/

my pen moves 'n mind stood/ anoda lie, cancel? No this 'line' is gon' 'rule'/

scripts for lost souls/ scripted by a lost soul-for a change...one who is not sold/ i've witnessed wat my words told/ rap is fvcked up boy no cockhold/ i've seen hope...yes i trust hope, but then i took a knife 'n i thrust hope/

down to d psyche of d rapper is a dark flow/ cataclysmic reactions ,only God knows/ he' a bad ass nigger, he's a cutthroat/ all dis shit he'll say just to call flows/ back 'n forth with a picture that he can't show/

so who's real/ no bragadocio just real/ paint a picture u've seen/ o.k dat can't happen so lets let d ignorant script/ afterall this too is anoda ignant sh**? .....JustQuestions

eyizlive:
IGNANT SH**/
rap is full of ignant sh**/ see how niggaz describe some distant scenes/ quiet about d fact dat their 'present' is d poor boys christmas gift/

am guilty too/ think of any 'bar tool' nd i'll use it to battle/ to think dat cuz a 'line's' cool i can always put a 'call' thru/

my pen moves 'n mind stood/ anoda lie, cancel? No this 'line' is gon' 'rule'/

scripts for lost souls/ scripted by a lost soul-for a change...one who is not sold/ i've witnessed wat my words told/ rap is fvcked up boy no cockhold/ i've seen hope...yes i trust hope, but then i took a knife 'n i thrust hope/

down to d psyche of d rapper is a dark flow/ cataclysmic reactions ,only God knows/ he' a bad ass nigger, he's a cutthroat/ all dis shit he'll say just to call flows/ back 'n forth with a picture that he can't show/

so who's real/ no bragadocio just real/ paint a picture u've seen/ o.k dat can't happen so lets let d ignorant script/ afterall this too is anoda ignant sh**? .....JustQuestions

Dope* brah!

Sunday Night Robbery

JIGS X FUNMIBI



it's a sunday night, the rain was drizzling

my girl cooked noodles, the dame was sizzling

she wore bum shorts, the same ol' seasoning

then I got a call, that the game was leaving me

black jeans on, sand shoes on

got my black shirt on, before the band moves on

time was slow like a sad blues song
the scene is scary, we've got bad dudes on

I hit the meet up, they gave me a shottie
with a dozen shells in case we gotta drop a body

then we lit up blunts, and smoked in the lobby

I oiled my tool, shooting is a hobby

then we got dressed, heavy bags yet
hung from my shoulder, and it's empty at then

things went wrong when they said the address

we've gotta hit a dome and somebody's home

a family's home, kids and wifey, a father

I careless for the man, try me, I'm harder

but I get messed up when I see kids crying

my fingers itchy, a little resistance and clips flying

my heart skips a beat, I'm sweating, I'm nervous

should've switched off my phone and dragged my girl to service

I called my cuz Funmibi for some advise he dropping me

told him my story, and I'm close to going insane on this Sunday night robbery
.
.
.
.
.
My day wasn't fun been thinking cos i mustn't run

From the fact that I'm part Saint part demon

Hell way is where I'm coming from

Raised a baptist I'm good with the hymn books

Same me the sharp shooter the expert with the big tools

Knife game i ace that

Stab stab stab below the belly button then twist before pulling the blade back

Stuck between good and evil

I could just shoot a cripple

Maybe for his cash or maybe for a cripple i could just shoot a man with the cash
Damn! I'm losing it wish my relatives could help

It's not that simple but maybe some sedatives would help

Reluctant to go get the bottle

Looking at my gal sleeping she won't let a bro get the cuddle

Is aiiii...minutes later phone rings who's calling?l

Jigs!!! Yo cuz! Its late yo

I can hear Police chatter all over the radio

He said listen I'm in a tight corner

I careless about dropping the pa but I'm not a wife gunner

The kids crying

They keep eyeing

They so small a single punch gon leave they teeth flying

Calm down cuz! Grab the pa to the inner room

On some killer move

But no molesting
Leave him guessing what you gon do to his fam

If he resists walk straight to where the fams at grab the last son

If he screams! Good shit if he doesn't..drag on

Check on the pa how high is the hearts racing

If he begs good shit if he spits let em gatz blazing

Fore you squeeze wait till he reconsider

Does he care for a cigar

If he does good shit if he doesn't call the fam to witness the close kill

if he closes his eyes good shit if he doesn't don't squeeze hold still

Let his son do the killing help him aim right

Recoil the chamber point steady kneel so u both can have the same height

If he begs good shit if he doesn't waste him

But remember we need the cash and the cops are 10 blocks away and the sirens wailing

Phone beeps Battery low be smart avoid..jailing
.
.
.
.
what the heck! but that was all I was getting

pocketed my phone, palms they been sweating

mind made up, arms I'm caressing

yo fellas. . . let's get this work! 

then we burst in, checked every purse

everybody better keep still or shells will spurt

we just gotta pick some shillings, then reverse

anybody who can't keep still, the gent we murk

paper, paper! told the pops lead the way

heard my man tell a kid that he could pray

hurry up mother eff - sirens be closer

I pressed the gun to his back, mind might be colder

the Fun effect, I'm fûcking deaf to kids whimpering

you dumb reject! hurry up before the gun ejects

whipped his back with the tool, he falls and wept

felt like I woke up with Eva by my side, and we had morning sex

move or it's your wife you'd be mourning next

interesting how I'd make her die a boring death

he kept mum and went, brought thousand bills from a cupboard

so much money! I really wanna take it all!

Heard tires squealing outside, police maybe

Rapid shots, a dying scream cut short: my Homie's JB

The whole crib shaking, kids crying loudly

The whole situation, clips flying, shouting

I've gotta get out, into the kitchen feels smartest

Unbolted the back door and ran into darkness

Shots from different guns kept ringing

I turned back none was behind, I'd left singly

They dumb niggas! These shotties can't stand rifles

Would never had went if I'd known they were suicidal

Screw that! Escape on my mind, I jet into the streets

Ran with my eyes backward until I fell into a ditch

Broke a few bones, lost my phone, my tools, what is wrong with me?

What else could go wrong on this sunday night robbery

jigsawkillah

Adanna2828:
I'm spitting oracles for you to envision
That Samoan daughter from the village,
Hair follicles in a scrimmage,
heirloom chronicles kinked the message...

Herbal essence with the waves,
Thermal sentence hit the slaves
Brazilian weaves ain't my trade,
Gazillion sheaves paved the blades….

All that hate sells in the booth
Like my brains celled with the proof
Jade bouts mount the truth
I'm in a weight belt n punched the loons…

I’ll burn that white flag like a rothmans dyke phag, just to light drag my mind right Tabs...

As I fight jabs boxed out night mags, throw up hype blabs like bulimics bile gags….

No time to make up, yo styles mild like fade cuts, I dont run with fake stunts, smoke you out like blazed blunts…

I ain't phased son, I murder like an abortionist recycled in trimester,
that lyrical contortionist dicing Adams apple like uncle fester…

I dont fester unless I floor ya,
that criminal lawyer
courting your skin as my foyer,
Mama always said the world my oyster?
So I chained food, see! on the boiler...

Adanna what have I done to deserve the way ur treating me? It's almost a year ago now and I can't stop thinking about u. I tried calling u twice and there was no response.
I swear u scared me like crazy because the last time we spoke last year, u were very sick...Iv seen a lot lately, Iv passed through a lot but I can't seem to forget u. I still love u like mad Adanna.

obainojazz:
jigsawkillah

This witchdoctor refuses to die.
Honestly, I thought you were dead.

GUTS OVER FEAR....
Guts over fear/ d gods gotta hear/ d gun's gon' blare/ thru d grubs we're gon' clear/

scripted words come alive 'n dance to d melody/ that's how we start a party in d night at our ghetto digs/

i bake breads, break banks, build brands 'n breathe bars/ still it's this life 'n fear has tattoed d street scars/

i "wan' to hate" like three numbers/ maybe not like 1--2--8, but my days are still numbered/

my guts pullin' me out to love/ d streets filled with whores/ in a room with a gal with big curves/ a lil miniutes 'n d hour will be lost in seconds, to lust/

now am out on d streets/ see 'n be seen/ i "believe" i'm A-plus, even if they score me a B i won't leave/

on my libra scale my guts outweigh d fear/ cuz on a normal day, d lion is king over d bear/

JigsawKillah:


This witchdoctor refuses to die.
Honestly, I thought you were dead.

I still dey alive fella...just graduated.

...OCEAN 11....
Oceans "11"/ for dem niggaz in "ill heavens"/ wat am i atalkin about? I'm talkin d posh rapstar, NL's team 11/

more english than d english/ big words for small words turn gibberish/ damn! Dey so scientific/ ya'll rap with d 'dic'? But not 'cocky' enuff to script pidgin/

jigs..., richhommie/ name them all --'n d borrowed lines, rich owe me/ independent adanna will say, i can't let d rich own me/ i just rep d streets, won't let 'em disown me/

..................................................................
.....................................................................



Me "finish" ke? I be yoruba boy/ you can't cyph that?if i call you rapper na wash/ you're a wacka**, if i tell you waka na love/ you get a "wick ed" boy, if you cyph that, na luck/

i drop d 'red herrings' on you, 'n then let you alone/ with a nice shot, lets see if d 'bul'lets you alone/

lets be 'frank' with ourselves 'n stop bein 'sinatra'/ cool with words 'n stop heating d grammar/ deep with our thoughts enough to see d cancer/ called ignorance, hidden inside d nabster/

........#justsayin'

obainojazz:
I still dey alive fella...just graduated.

Congrats, boy. Na to drop one of your wack freestyles for the matter head na

JigsawKillah:


Congrats, boy. Na to drop one of your wack freestyles for the matter head na

lol..will see about that.

I was gone for a minute

cvnt weed/ can we? get d fvck lit/ lite it up until d mornin'/ it's a friday so no worries/
if you got a nice 'hip' you can 'hop' in/

roll 'n lay on d bed/ it's a nice joint, so you might keep in stir/
cuz she was fvck sick/ so she had to call sick, in d mornin'/ so i brought a drumstick, for her heartbeat/
'moses' alone understands, cuz she was 'hot',i pulled off her skirt,n heard d 'burnin bush' talkin'/

i had to weed it out, to get a good entry/ she screamin' out, i think she's 'bout to cross d red sea/
i couldn't stop thinkin' about d things that i did/ so i lite up but thanks to all of you that read this/


.....................#throwbackthursday (i wrote this for a #weezywednesday 3yrs ago)

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wow! jigsawkillah that's the doppest shii ever coming from the life of thugs.

JigsawKillah:
Sunday Night Robbery

JIGS X FUNMIBI



it's a sunday night, the rain was drizzling

my girl cooked noodles, the dame was sizzling

she wore bum shorts, the same ol' seasoning

then I got a call, that the game was leaving me

black jeans on, sand shoes on

got my black shirt on, before the band moves on

time was slow like a sad blues song
the scene is scary, we've got bad dudes on

I hit the meet up, they gave me a shottie
with a dozen shells in case we gotta drop a body

then we lit up blunts, and smoked in the lobby

I oiled my tool, shooting is a hobby

then we got dressed, heavy bags yet
hung from my shoulder, and it's empty at then

things went wrong when they said the address

we've gotta hit a dome and somebody's home

a family's home, kids and wifey, a father

I careless for the man, try me, I'm harder

but I get messed up when I see kids crying

my fingers itchy, a little resistance and clips flying

my heart skips a beat, I'm sweating, I'm nervous

should've switched off my phone and dragged my girl to service

I called my cuz Funmibi for some advise he dropping me

told him my story, and I'm close to going insane on this Sunday night robbery
.
.
.
.
.
My day wasn't fun been thinking cos i mustn't run

From the fact that I'm part Saint part demon

Hell way is where I'm coming from

Raised a baptist I'm good with the hymn books

Same me the sharp shooter the expert with the big tools

Knife game i ace that

Stab stab stab below the belly button then twist before pulling the blade back

Stuck between good and evil

I could just shoot a cripple

Maybe for his cash or maybe for a cripple i could just shoot a man with the cash
Damn! I'm losing it wish my relatives could help

It's not that simple but maybe some sedatives would help

Reluctant to go get the bottle

Looking at my gal sleeping she won't let a bro get the cuddle

Is aiiii...minutes later phone rings who's calling?l

Jigs!!! Yo cuz! Its late yo

I can hear Police chatter all over the radio

He said listen I'm in a tight corner

I careless about dropping the pa but I'm not a wife gunner

The kids crying

They keep eyeing

They so small a single punch gon leave they teeth flying

Calm down cuz! Grab the pa to the inner room

On some killer move

But no molesting
Leave him guessing what you gon do to his fam

If he resists walk straight to where the fams at grab the last son

If he screams! Good shit if he doesn't..drag on

Check on the pa how high is the hearts racing

If he begs good shit if he spits let em gatz blazing

Fore you squeeze wait till he reconsider

Does he care for a cigar

If he does good shit if he doesn't call the fam to witness the close kill

if he closes his eyes good shit if he doesn't don't squeeze hold still

Let his son do the killing help him aim right

Recoil the chamber point steady kneel so u both can have the same height

If he begs good shit if he doesn't waste him

But remember we need the cash and the cops are 10 blocks away and the sirens wailing

Phone beeps Battery low be smart avoid..jailing
.
.
.
.
what the heck! but that was all I was getting

pocketed my phone, palms they been sweating

mind made up, arms I'm caressing

yo fellas. . . let's get this work! 

then we burst in, checked every purse

everybody better keep still or shells will spurt

we just gotta pick some shillings, then reverse

anybody who can't keep still, the gent we murk

paper, paper! told the pops lead the way

heard my man tell a kid that he could pray

hurry up mother eff - sirens be closer

I pressed the gun to his back, mind might be colder

the Fun effect, I'm fûcking deaf to kids whimpering

you dumb reject! hurry up before the gun ejects

whipped his back with the tool, he falls and wept

felt like I woke up with Eva by my side, and we had morning sex

move or it's your wife you'd be mourning next

interesting how I'd make her die a boring death

he kept mum and went, brought thousand bills from a cupboard

so much money! I really wanna take it all!

Heard tires squealing outside, police maybe

Rapid shots, a dying scream cut short: my Homie's JB

The whole crib shaking, kids crying loudly

The whole situation, clips flying, shouting

I've gotta get out, into the kitchen feels smartest

Unbolted the back door and ran into darkness

Shots from different guns kept ringing

I turned back none was behind, I'd left singly

They dumb niggas! These shotties can't stand rifles

Would never had went if I'd known they were suicidal

Screw that! Escape on my mind, I jet into the streets

Ran with my eyes backward until I fell into a ditch

Broke a few bones, lost my phone, my tools, what is wrong with me?

What else could go wrong on this sunday night robbery

Simply Dope.. Tight as fvck chit.
Yo Jig, hook me up on that weed you smoking na!!
Better still, bless me with a spot in your next script!!
I'm getting Rusty as Fvck over here, men!!

[quote author=KidPaku post=53101679]Its paku again
Advanced in the game
Spitting dope lines, maintaining the fame
Leaving fools crippled, taking over the Race
Am Ahead the lames, cos I move with a blistering pace
You might term me insane
For your souls I aim to gain
Every trophy I lost, I promise to regain
And every tittle am holding, I'll obviously retain
This systematic. .well analysed. .properly rated Lyrics
Gushing out ma mouth, you folks tryna steal it?
Its kool, cos I aint need it
So you nerds can actually keep it.
What the heck is hell? . . The answer is what am spitting
Cray punchlines, without even actually scripting.
I know you was expecting metaphors after metaphors and all that.
B!tch sorry to bust your bubbles, I aint come with all that!
I came with me arsenal, like I draged down here the london team
To clear your throat, using one of them tom tom sweets
Fvck a b!tch with the rubber for sixty minutes, I aint come yet . .cos the condoms clean
I got job to do. When am less busy, I fvcking watch porn
Claim to shoot niggas with uzi 's. .and I aint even touch one.
I empty shells on niggas, have their sh!ts leaking out their bum bum
Enter the club. B!tches do rob, on my d!ck
Murder a slut, if she don't gimme the head or lick
Grad her hair, hit her with a whip. .then bite off her lips.
Tell her to open up, eat that pvssy raw, and I don't pay for sh!t
Make her cvm sixty-six times. .make her cry me a river and swim in it Nice.
Deepthroat her, make her vomit
Then open up her dirty ass, am just tryna plunge it
Breathe fire, whenever I witness sozin's comet
Got the arrow on my head like the last air bender.
Receiving all these knowledge and power and I aint got no sender?
Many fools be wondering? Where the heck do I get this power
Excessive punches is what this mister tends to render
Mighty man in battle and I aint the El shaddai
Planted mans adams apple and watered it till it grew
Was plucking it one by one, now am going two by two
Without referring to a wood. .its Paku again. .niggas don't get it twisted
Am bringing doom to every lad I never listed
I could make a blacklist like joe. .but I don't want no foes.
I'll rather hit you when you least expect, then pull out your toes.
Fvck all haters. . Paku is A God Fvck all haters. . Paku is your God Fvck them haters. . Paku is A God [/dope shit]

eyizlive:

cvnt weed/ can we? get d fvck lit/ lite it up until d mornin'/ it's a friday so no worries/
if you got a nice 'hip' you can 'hop' in/

roll 'n lay on d bed/ it's a nice joint, so you might keep in stir/
cuz she was fvck sick/ so she had to call sick, in d mornin'/ so i brought a drumstick, for her heartbeat/
'moses' alone understands, cuz she was 'hot',i pulled off her skirt,n heard d 'burnin bush' talkin'/

i had to weed it out, to get a good entry/ she screamin' out, i think she's 'bout to cross d red sea/
i couldn't stop thinkin' about d things that i did/ so i lite up but thanks to all of you that read this/


.....................#throwbackthursday (i wrote this for a #weezywednesday 3yrs ago)

......so u too do d ignorant sh** ?

KissnThel:

......so u too do d ignorant sh** ?

....Finally, u got in...a lil break from instagram ryt?...fear not i'll show u around

eyizlive:

....Finally, u got in...a lil break from instagram ryt?...fear not i'll show u around

.......just shut up....

SmokingGunZ:



If you on 2go and you don't know smokingguns, you either a newbie or you wack. :/

Fucker

JigsawKillah:
Sunday Night Robbery

JIGS X FUNMIBI



it's a sunday night, the rain was drizzling

my girl cooked noodles, the dame was sizzling

she wore bum shorts, the same ol' seasoning

then I got a call, that the game was leaving me

black jeans on, sand shoes on

got my black shirt on, before the band moves on

time was slow like a sad blues song
the scene is scary, we've got bad dudes on

I hit the meet up, they gave me a shottie
with a dozen shells in case we gotta drop a body

then we lit up blunts, and smoked in the lobby

I oiled my tool, shooting is a hobby

then we got dressed, heavy bags yet
hung from my shoulder, and it's empty at then

things went wrong when they said the address

we've gotta hit a dome and somebody's home

a family's home, kids and wifey, a father

I careless for the man, try me, I'm harder

but I get messed up when I see kids crying

my fingers itchy, a little resistance and clips flying

my heart skips a beat, I'm sweating, I'm nervous

should've switched off my phone and dragged my girl to service

I called my cuz Funmibi for some advise he dropping me

told him my story, and I'm close to going insane on this Sunday night robbery
.
.
.
.
.
My day wasn't fun been thinking cos i mustn't run

From the fact that I'm part Saint part demon

Hell way is where I'm coming from

Raised a baptist I'm good with the hymn books

Same me the sharp shooter the expert with the big tools

Knife game i ace that

Stab stab stab below the belly button then twist before pulling the blade back

Stuck between good and evil

I could just shoot a cripple

Maybe for his cash or maybe for a cripple i could just shoot a man with the cash
Damn! I'm losing it wish my relatives could help

It's not that simple but maybe some sedatives would help

Reluctant to go get the bottle

Looking at my gal sleeping she won't let a bro get the cuddle

Is aiiii...minutes later phone rings who's calling?l

Jigs!!! Yo cuz! Its late yo

I can hear Police chatter all over the radio

He said listen I'm in a tight corner

I careless about dropping the pa but I'm not a wife gunner

The kids crying

They keep eyeing

They so small a single punch gon leave they teeth flying

Calm down cuz! Grab the pa to the inner room

On some killer move

But no molesting
Leave him guessing what you gon do to his fam

If he resists walk straight to where the fams at grab the last son

If he screams! Good shit if he doesn't..drag on

Check on the pa how high is the hearts racing

If he begs good shit if he spits let em gatz blazing

Fore you squeeze wait till he reconsider

Does he care for a cigar

If he does good shit if he doesn't call the fam to witness the close kill

if he closes his eyes good shit if he doesn't don't squeeze hold still

Let his son do the killing help him aim right

Recoil the chamber point steady kneel so u both can have the same height

If he begs good shit if he doesn't waste him

But remember we need the cash and the cops are 10 blocks away and the sirens wailing

Phone beeps Battery low be smart avoid..jailing
.
.
.
.
what the heck! but that was all I was getting

pocketed my phone, palms they been sweating

mind made up, arms I'm caressing

yo fellas. . . let's get this work! 

then we burst in, checked every purse

everybody better keep still or shells will spurt

we just gotta pick some shillings, then reverse

anybody who can't keep still, the gent we murk

paper, paper! told the pops lead the way

heard my man tell a kid that he could pray

hurry up mother eff - sirens be closer

I pressed the gun to his back, mind might be colder

the Fun effect, I'm fûcking deaf to kids whimpering

you dumb reject! hurry up before the gun ejects

whipped his back with the tool, he falls and wept

felt like I woke up with Eva by my side, and we had morning sex

move or it's your wife you'd be mourning next

interesting how I'd make her die a boring death

he kept mum and went, brought thousand bills from a cupboard

so much money! I really wanna take it all!

Heard tires squealing outside, police maybe

Rapid shots, a dying scream cut short: my Homie's JB

The whole crib shaking, kids crying loudly

The whole situation, clips flying, shouting

I've gotta get out, into the kitchen feels smartest

Unbolted the back door and ran into darkness

Shots from different guns kept ringing

I turned back none was behind, I'd left singly

They dumb niggas! These shotties can't stand rifles

Would never had went if I'd known they were suicidal

Screw that! Escape on my mind, I jet into the streets

Ran with my eyes backward until I fell into a ditch

Broke a few bones, lost my phone, my tools, what is wrong with me?

What else could go wrong on this sunday night robbery

Fucking dope

Ok...am new at dis buh......

Am paper chasin/ build a whole bakery/ time is money so i spend, but i hope i'll get d changes/
black or white ferraris, no am no racist/ came here with my dogs, dead bones in d cages/

who rained money on d streets/ i see 2days rappers all be repin' for d streets/ cuz that's where d money is/ jollof on d beat/ n get a coke for d beef/ just keep a toilet for d customers, cuz it'll end being shiit/

dis nigg** 'callin' shots, can't get a 'credit' from me/ plan to call me, but i ain't in ur 'cal league'/ dis puss*** fvckin up n NL is d C.D/ me i got to stop typin before lalaboi sees/

....#ItWasn'tMe

KissnThel:
Ok...am new at dis buh......

Am paper chasin/ build a whole bakery/ time is money so i spend, but i hope i'll get d changes/
black or white ferraris, no am no racist/ came here with my dogs, dead bones in d cages/

who rained money on d streets/ i see 2days rappers all be repin' for d streets/ cuz that's where d money is/ jollof on d beat/ n get a coke for d beef/ just keep a toilet for d customers, cuz it'll end being shiit/

dis nigg** 'callin' shots, can't get a 'credit' from me/ plan to call me, but i ain't in ur 'cal league'/ dis puss*** fvckin up n NL is d C.D/ me i got to stop typin before lalaboi sees/

....#ItWasn'tMe

ah...ah......did u just call NL sombody's "CD"...i hand u over to lalaboi...n yes #ItWasYou

eyizlive:


ah...ah......did u just call NL sombody's "CD"...i hand u over to lalaboi...n yes #ItWasYou

what? Its lyrical license na...kilode gan...you know sey i don step up my rap

.... Testing Microphone ....


" ..nd I'm jes microphone checking.. Conversing/
Stop guessing, I'm getting/
These feedbacks like I sent d mic on an Errand/

No questions, just listen like confessions/
I'm holding d game down, nd you can call my type, oppression/
You holding d game down? Ah come through like a raging constestant/

You vexing? That's your cup of tea, take a pill like you chilling/
Buh I'm vexed nd you better run for your life, jes don't get caught over-speeding/

Them say dem wan open my chapter/
they can as well read my Lips, no wahala/
Buh best believe, when uzis come clamping down on 'em
There z gon be a lot of cracked ribs, bones nd sacral/

Middle finger to your verses, you just a buncha wack kids/
With d lame flow nd drab spits/
Even a lame man would swear he can jump nd pass it/

Buh I'm jes microphone checking... Observing/
The game on ma mind, nd d bulk of you condemning/
Almost like a routine now, feels as if you've condescended/

so I beg to differ/
Me nd them? We 're not in the same class, that's word to the teacher/
They balling, I'm balling, buh who zs balling the most? That's me, I'm feeling like helder postiga/

Spitting these Mind gripping bars/ with my mind still intact/
They still be losing to me like a demon to a priest, ah don tire see, Infact/
With my cast around dia necks, ah call em POP acts when they try singing fast/
Cos dem rapping is like an obese slimming down, all I'm getting is your dry skinny raps/!!


#Peace.

KissnThel:
Ok...am new at dis buh......

Am paper chasin/ build a whole bakery/ time is money so i spend, but i hope i'll get d changes/
black or white ferraris, no am no racist/ came here with my dogs, dead bones in d cages/

who rained money on d streets/ i see 2days rappers all be repin' for d streets/ cuz that's where d money is/ jollof on d beat/ n get a coke for d beef/ just keep a toilet for d customers, cuz it'll end being shiit/

dis nigg** 'callin' shots, can't get a 'credit' from me/ plan to call me, but i ain't in ur 'cal league'/ dis puss*** fvckin up n NL is d C.D/ me i got to stop typin before lalaboi sees/

....#ItWasn'tMe

Nice one miss.

What I'm writing is quite inciting
I mean I saw my ex... It was Ex-sighting
She was all mushy... very inviting
I hada to tame the beast under... Mr Titan
Now here we go again... We exchanged numbers.
Why we broke up I swear man i dont remember
but it was in December and she had a temper
Now she be killing em, got men in a coma
Her beauty is beyond say I have to be her Hova
So I invite her over sorry the story's over.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLfUIkDg0GM #FreestyleFriday giving u the raw side of Jesse jiga aka Son of An Architect Twitter and Instagram account @jessejiga

You can flatter the matter like batter for love, but that flatter don't matter when the heart already won…

One with another that heartstrings tuned in song, get your own bobo shaa don't be a blonde with what gone…

Choices we make changed levels once formed, succulent taste of buttered maize glazed corn….

Protective over mine like I was strapped with a bomb, I'll smoke you out with the rage and exhale drift with the bong….

Tears once shed over sadness n pain, changed states of my fate when you journeyed to stay…

Now all I see is you, with every breath that I take, holding your hand in mine, ugo fly with the pace…

I don't care what others think, badbelle always harassed my chi, but as long as you love me, I don't mind the troubled beef…

Your like my fave scripture back when I was fifteen, 1st Samuel verse 7 from chapter 16…

Loving you from the heart goes beyond what one can see, even if I was blinded your touch would mark my dreams…

Loyalty so astounding, I'm proud how you hold us down, though not stuck in the mud like an Igbo proverb, obim I'll mold you that golden crown….

"Egbe bere, ugo bere, nke si ibe ya
"Dili kam bin" - Live and let live or else em wings will break….

You're my source of inspiration, the will to my conscious traits, oluwa in control? but your the faith to my working ways….

Anẹ-magẹdọ my courageous one, when temptation is rampant, never crumble nor succumb….

“Ewn ki ane ule ma min uwe onugo amin” If what pursuing you has not relented? don't slacken pace, baby you will overcome…(Igala proverb)

Whatever the case, your always welcome in my life, I'll never backstab you, love always, your loyal wife.