streetwize:
Its high time I made an entrance up in dis bitch. . . .

NL, My reign (rain) is on, my days have come
And I aint gon' ex- men till I take dis place by storm
And u can't stop dis swag, with no cunning trap,
cuz it'll be like my dicks on my ass, d way I keep cumin back
I don swore in advance, dat if u Bleep wif my stance,
Ill grab d constitution and take d[i] law[/i] in my hands
Okay I'm stoppin my rants,
let me talk to my fans,
Get real wif hip-pop or keep your day job
Raise your x-boxes or get your game up
Old cats been in d game too long yet U still drop fetal[/i]l junk
Its plain and easy, I aint [i]wayne and jeezy, but I'm a lil young
Feeble skunks. . . . . wanna see my swag? start lookin up
My shit so fly like I'm stoolin up,
And don't try to compete and have dis cup,
Or Amma jus pop your hip and rap dis up

No disrespect,  jus hip-pop

Am new 2 dis ish tho. . . But I'm sure I'll rise like plenty Gari inside small water 

Holla back peeps. . . make person grade me abeg 

#Throwback

Ibime:
Stumbled across one of my old battles on AfricanHipHop. . . . had to regurgitate some nice punchlines from there. . .



I POUND GROUND and cause earthquakes. . . DOWNTOWN!/ So BOW DOWN!/
Make you 'surrender' in audio battles too. . .  cos I 'SURROUND SOUND!'/

I IGNITE YA FACE with RICIN SPRAY/ and make ya run like TYSON GAY/
This ‘bald nigga' using hair relaxer. . . . now he got MICRO-WAVES!/

Im EXPOSING YA DUMB RAPS/ I FOLD YOU LIKE LUNCH PACKS/
with flows thats 'over ya head'. . . like SHOULDERS ON HUNCH-BACKS!! /

Your style of EMCEEING IS OLD/ like tracks from NINA SIMONE/
So you 'playing yaself'. . . if you think you in a LEAGUE OF YA OWN!/

I SMASH YA TEAM/ TRAMPOLINE on ya back and CRACK YA SPLEEN/
Then spray ya ‘blood’ over ya T.V. . .  now you got a ‘PLASMA’ SCREEN!!/ 

Ya girls name is JULIA, YES?/ You TRULY ARE BLESSED/
But u ain’t got monopoly on her BEAUTIFUL BREASTS. . . .  it’s ‘COMMUNITY CHEST’!/

#Throwback

Ibime:
quick keystyle 


I’ve covered the full circle and every angles dope/ You could sample quotes/ from my ample flows/ Every example shows/ that I ran the show/ . . even before the MetaSin scandal broke!/ I got the golden eye/ till I grow old and die/ Its no surprise. . . that Crackles verse got no reply/ Perhaps somebody should have told him why/ In three simple words. . . his flows are dry!/ All jokes aside/ I would roast this guy/ If in doubt, call me out. . . and let the votes decide!/ I don’t battle anymore/ but I slap me a LovePeddler/ I choke Brash. .  . I wont even put a hand on his jaw/ Thats something he aint man enough for/ I know you thinking “Ibi’s going crackers for sure”/ “Brash aint his level. . . whats he yapping him for?”/ Im thinking the same thing. . . but I cannot ignore/ That a couple months ago, I was challenged to war!/

#Throwback

Back with the type flow.. Like arrows...
something out of this world, I mean its astro..
nomic or nautic...
you act a pvssy..this the type of flow to fvck it...
ah promise..
No ones gone this far, but I'm beyond it...
amma be honest...ma dearly beloveds..
Forgive my grammar...its merely a subject...
Don't try to judge me..got niggas dat'll object..
like lawyers...in a court room..
you know im wavy like a monsoon..
crazy like a sworn loonatic..
Ur baby is ma board room, and I'm her company!..
She shine tit like she's watching ah comedy..
concurrently..
currently, ah got her in position for the currency...
now she calling me, stalking me..
Every time we alone, she like "baby, I want your ccock in me"..
amma real gee, ah don't chicken out when its up to me...
front and back...god of mars!..
ah pop the zip, and she ride ma dicck, like her love for cars..
in a world of ours..
but enough of that and more of bars..
less of the tec talk, lets wheel out the guns..
the best of your ex gods are still on the run..
and I'm just the one god!, the rest are ma sons..
be scared of your father, but beg for your mums..
king of the syndicates..I'm bloody with tecs..
fists of fury, bitch my punches the best..
and ma wrath is the end..
you're a flop in defence..
like something off a movie stand, amma watch you descend...
to the ground..
with a frown..
I put the grin on ur face, its not the dollar or the pound..
I'm ah hound, and a big one in fact..
but you're just a dog, and a street one at that..


[ BIITCH, GET THE FVCK OUTTA HERE..]

you're not even on ma level..
be humble..
don't go acting like a rebel..
in ma jungle..
I'm king kong to all you little monkeys..
and if you're looking for me..
I'll be at my kingdom fvcking with your fickle blondies..
or brunettes..
immah true vet..and the rudest..
don't test ma spirit, that's not the bullet..
you're used to..It'll fool you..
like a spoon in the mix, it'll scoop you...
its a foolhardy move, to go against me with your crude tools..
you'll lose you...
No folktales, I'm the real deal..
ah hit you in the eyes like I'm big chill..
ma lip sealed.. so I aint saying shit, like an intel..
I come through with a roar to get these motherfvckers displaced...
disgraced, replaced...
anything just to fill up this space...
ma only regret is that time won't let me..
but spare me..all that sermon and dare me..
then it'll be your death I show clearly on your 14' inch tele...


and I'm out!
Its P_DOUBLE A ..

With perfect dexterity
Both hands bring clarity
Circle your Home like Roundhouse punches
Bring an end to your vanity
Like I came before man, I'd judge you like Foreman
Tho I dont have the right hook this verse was scripted by Foreman
Up and down is how you go by the time you see saw man
I'm stealing your parachute so your scuba dive is a free fall man

Its not a horror movie/ just a red colour movie/
And tho I'm yelling action, behind the scenes is rather groovy/

Now throwing tantrums like a discus
Still the topic of discuss
Been dining with the devil in hell's kitchen its a 3 course
Screw table manners before breakfast break this curse
Cursed to be blessed
Infinitely stressed cos my insatiable thirst leaves my insides messed

I've been around for centuries the fountain of youth is.my jacuzzi
Beneath my coat is my uzi
Licensed to mess you up, say hello I call her Suzie
Before you raise the alarm, I make sure you snoozing

Then I rip/reap tides like I sow waves
And skin hides like roller blades
I raise power points, to keep you thinking when the photo fades

The war is over like your hairline the battle line is receeding
But I can't let Bald win
be honest I know you thought I meant Hailey
But lastly I...say you were wrong cos I only know Selassie I

Ibime:
My lungs are stretched, and my chest is tight/ and I feel too breathless to bless the Mic/ Theres nothing left to write/ I cant rest at night/ Without finding a chick to ingest my pipe/ You think Im jesting right?/ but its quite frightening/ I drink white lightning/ to make my night brighten/ We used to fight fair, but now he’s Mike Tyson/ and I like fighting. . . . but now. . . .  I might knife him!/ I fight Vikings/ Pirates and Buccaneers/ I don’t [i]fuckin[/i]g care/ as longing as Im tucking flares. . . . .in my back pocket/ A mack rocket/ make his ass hop it. . back to his pad. . to shut his door. . . and padlock it!/ He’ll meet his Waterloo if he gets Kings Cross/ When Im pissed off,  I take stimulants to lift off/ And that usually consists of. . . sniffing a fifth off/ Or drinking. .  till I stop blinking. . . and drift off!/ Im the mint sauce/ The Big Boss. . . jacking my [i]dic[/i]k off. . on ya chicks’ lip gloss. . . so get lost!/

#throwback

Most of these bars could hold up the 9ja industsreet...most will do well on an averagely prodused beat...


But pls make it short n let it flow .... let the words flow into themselves
Only then does reading it becomes worthwhile....

And using curse words...common guys lets v some respect for the
Opposite sex...rather still be poetic about it...lols
EXAMPLE

"This aint a DUEL, hommie ...U dont v 2 DWELL on it...(pause)
You've got skill, OWN it ....could pave da way if u HORNE it
My bars nw making ways....hommies dey walking ON it (pause)
My bars now paving the ways... n*ggas they riding the waves

Stay blessed... more coming soon

Ibime:
My lungs are stretched, and my chest is tight/
and I feel too breathless to bless the Mic/
Theres nothing left to write/ I cant rest at night/
Without finding a chick to ingest my pipe/
You think Im jesting right?/ but its quite frightening/
I drink white lightning/ to make my night brighten/
We used to fight fair, but now he’s Mike Tyson/
and I like fighting. . . . but now. . . .  I might knife him!/
I fight Vikings/ Pirates and Buccaneers/
I don’t [i]fuckin[/i]g care/ as longing as Im tucking flares. . .
. .in my back pocket/ A mack rocket/ make his ass hop it. .
back to his pad. . to shut his door. . . and padlock it!/
He’ll meet his Waterloo if he gets Kings Cross/
When Im pissed off,  I take stimulants to lift off/
And that usually consists of. . . sniffing a fifth off/
Or drinking. .  till I stop blinking. . . and drift off!/
Im the mint sauce/ The Big Boss. . .
jacking my [i]dic[/i]k off. . on ya chicks’ lip gloss. . . so get lost!/

Nice flow bro....but "drinking white lightening "....hmmmm cant relate with that though

Here i go at my haters// �
Ama take their lives the second day so they dont get saved by first aid//
When i play,its always dangerous like the movie blade//
I strike at night like batman aka Bruce Wayne//
I don't take photographs when i snap emcees neck//
Am just a landlord who gets all the cash he wants from rents//
I own rap shit meaning hip hop is my pet//
Haters who gonna try to best me should be ready to get checked in a game of chairs//
Am d most hated that's y i ain't getting no cheers//
But i got my fame on TV like a hip hop press//
I cook emcees like a chef but that ain't me being a waitress//
That's just me playing the best there is//

Lord knows am about to take a life Buck fifty in ya temple... Thats how i pay my tithe!.

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you all are talkin' shit, cos you think you're the heat
but i will force you down to defeat you're barely mince meat
Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk
Lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick shit that I spit bitch
See you still flappin' your jaws, prepare to be thrown in the ocean

DavidLoves:



Nice flow bro....but "drinking white lightening "....hmmmm cant relate with that though

ELYMAXiimus:

Bros drop some lines for us na

Saw a Movie Yesternight Nd decided to drop a Freestyle on Part of The Clip..
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Fvck! Fvck Fvck! Please!
Just try to leave lacy out of This,
Cause She is the Only thing I've got as a Family
No!
Please Don't!
_
FROM THE OTHER END: watch Me!
_
Tracy! Tracy! Pick up the damn Com. Please!
Bleep it! Bitch! give it to Tracy!
No! No! No!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!
_
* Sobs silently Nd begins to soliloquise*
_
I shouldn't have been the First to Win the First race
Then Tracy dieing might have just been a Glaze
I should have never told that Virtual bitch My name, And everything should have just been a Fade
Now look at me, No one to love Me
We never had the best of friendship but you never Cursed Me
Been a Trip, but Tracy, you never forced me
But now I feel Air tight Nd i'm finna be in a Cock Pit
Ma soul In Flames, you will Get torched if you touch me
Spiraling out of Control ain't wasting a Calorie to Sort it
But i'm finna Cum for you Cause you just emotionally bleeped Me!
Where them Guns Be at?
Strap the Kevlar Fast!
Them Grenades dangling from ma Kevlar Strap
No Mercy! I'm coming for your head, like the headers Count
Like a Viking, your Blood will get to Smear that pouch
Father Forgive Me! I'm about to sin again,
About to drop this Mail/male, in Lucifers hall of fame
No Goin back, ahead! ahead!
I'm gon Fvck up his brain
Painted a perfect Murder Picture, lemme Go fix up the Frame!
I tried to Forgive
Tried to Work on it But each passing moment got Tracy Screaming Fvck him!
Why do good people always get the Bad thing
Nd the Bad ones? Pfffffft!
You'll see Them Chilling with the nice Things ..
But no more Reminiscing,
See I'ma just Finished This..
_
So I rode into his Turf
Pulled up by the Curb
Tossed The Stub
Came out Nd The Air Came with a Rush
Two Niggas was sitting at The Front
They like.." Nigga who tha Bleep.."
Before he could Complete that statement,
Poaw! Poaw! I Answered with the Glock
Lean by the door
Took a peep inside, damn! Ma eyes rested on a Bunch...
Couple of Lino, Marley i've never see tho, Worn out Negros , with them Chick's tho! All getting all The Jobs..
Godamn!
I went into the Door,
Poaw! That went the Shot
Rolled on the floor,
Saw a body Drop
Nd that shit happened without a Flaw..
One of Em flipped the Couch
What I saw.. Them Guns
Ak's, AR's, MKG's, Choppers, FoFo's
Mhen! that Shit Was as Eyesore
I ducked, from em Shots
Got Stuck in Them Thoughts
Then Something Popped up, in Ma brian
Of Course, harsh/hash Tag,
#We_Die_Here!
Super eagles with the Motivation at World Cup!
Saw a half Used Blunt, Took it Nd started Smoking
Ma Cell phone beeped with a Call
Nd the Caller was ma hommie Fifty Bucks
Picked Up
"Whats up! " he asked me
Told him Tracy was Bombed!
He was like "who is that Muhfuker"
"Capachino Boys" was ma Answer Thus,
He said "Should I call the Boys"
Told him "no! I'm already calling the Shots"
He Said "goodluck Dawg"
Told him "I'm good here Blood"
He cut the call
These Niggas are trying to test me,
They stopped wasting Bullets
Started advancing with two heads
Knocked the Gun off the First One..
The Mac went Off!
I double Flipped!
As the Nigga tried to catch Ma Flight,
I landed with a Fly Kick
Shot the other in nanoseconds,
Shit looking like it's Tai Chi!
Caught that Bitch by the throat,
Made sure he died by a Choke
Watch the Last one Kiss the Shottie,
Then let his fat head Explode!
Walked up to Capachino
Ma'an! Saw the Pussy shaking,
"Yo! Nigga wassup! You Mine for the Taking!"
Them hoes where scared, told Em "Calm down,
You ain't gon meet your Messiah right now"
Walked up to Capachino
Had him lying ass down
Slammed his face to the Ground. Ground
Took out ma Pocket knife, tore his Shirt and Carved out "I am sorry Tracy" on his Black ass
Watch him scream in pain, I couldn't resist laughing ma ass Out!
Gave him a couple of Jabs,
With a couple of Slaps
Nd a couple of Slams
Nd watch how he Spat the Blood out
Took out a Bullet with the inscription "TRACY"
Slotted it the Chamber of Trea 'N
Cocked that Baby, " Chi,! Chi! "
The sound that always make me Crazy,
Bloaaaaaaah!
The shot went right through his Brains!
Looked Up as his Blood went to the Sky Main!
And it landed on ma Face
Took the Champagne in the Bucket, Popped
It!
Nd Made a toast to a the Son of a bitch!
Mission accomplished! I felt peace
Inputed nine Eleven in Ma Cell Nd sent it
Turned up the Volume of a the Speakers
Walked straight to the Couch and..
Godamn! That bitch got a Fat ass!
Called her over, Nd Asked her to give me a Lap dance!
Enjoyed her flesh on ma Laps and
Amma wait for the Cops and Mad S.W.A.T.
Come take me home into prison Cells right now!
Either way it's win win for me,
Cause i've done what I dreamed
Hail Mary! The Queen!
Cause ma Life will End with Black Maria!
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Nasty_Nic

Seun with im Over Sabi life smh!

'I am' nice with the raps everytime spit verse
I sound new to these guys no wonder dey hit rewind
I am of a kind with a special kind mind
My intellect so broad
Like i pull pants from heinstein
Pants down i kill rappers with hands down
U niggas cant match me get ur hands off my crown
Am back now say 'Hello' to the grandmaster, ground breaker the imperial king slayer
Hell yeah, i see the future no soothsayer
White shirt, black jean and a red blazzers
My dress code shifts code just to kill fashion
Camera, lights, they ain't film tricks in my action
I turned the lights on just to make sure am in the right zone
Flight zone, airplane mode with no time zone
and my real niggas connect no fucking iphone
i told ya, dressed u up in a case just to suit ya
Been on my winning streak, middle fingers to u loosers
been keeping it all real why u niggas all faking
On you instagram page u keep posting bout the goodlife
Meanwhile you hardly eat twice in a day
Wake up boy, ive got so many bills like Gates
Ive been tryna make it big then hit you with the wave
Hey man(Amen) let me tell you what this man is made of...

been long... mehn this place is a desert

I feel terrible, my decisions recently are messed up
Made one and another one, it was bare luck
I escaped with my life intact, police chased us
I lost my nerve and fell, nah, a deliberate slump
They thought I'd been hit, focused on my peers
I lay still, I remember I told yall of my fears
Of dying without accomplishing nothing
And if I'd been clipped, I would like to go down busting
I go round hustling, wrote rhymes that would keep a whole town jumping
A life of poverty, hnm, it's no life cuzzy
I've been on the ground before, it was bad
If the apostles had been this poor, it'd get Jesus mad
Load a shell in the shotgun, jack it, drop one
I don't care the outcome, clap it, pop some
It's a robbery, keep your sims, drop your phones
Don't be too smart, a close shot will splash your bones
Two Hilux outside, anti-robbery squad
It wasn't fun but I'm acting, for the love
Of the peace, that money brings
And I'm hooked on the sound of listening, to the money sing
I brought the piece around, I let that shotty speak
Shots released, in response, I felt my body weak
Jerked the shell off, loaded another, on my heels
My men running too, give chance! Slugs coming through
My sight is fading, I'm losing blood, I'm looking odd
Shots rang in my mind, I guess that wasn't mine
I turned one last time, and let the seeds fly
My mind racing, it's not how to let the Jigs die
They don't call me wise for nothing
And as I ran, I kept my mind locked on something, I need to think
I turned a corner, ditched the gun
More shots and more screams, this is fun
I ran like hell, almost blind now
Thief! Rents the air, more bros wilding out
I fell, woke up inside a room, it doesn't look like prison
Not like purgatory either, I survived the clipping
They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
But in the streets, you feel your life is longer
I closed my eyes, and dreamt where to hit next
Damn! The love of the green must surely means death
Instead, of sitting back, and letting time tell
I'm out to grab it with both hands, don't care if I fell
Well, I'm out to live this life well
Screw heaven! This life here is the right hell


©Jigs Lionheart

The beast is here

vermaniace:
The beast is here

You mean B¡tch..

I gat nasty flows..strictly for the 18+I need quick money,thinking about Gplus,many will would try to copy some would tryna beef us but lyrically I am bad like Spartacus I always kill the arena like crixus ..with flows that make haters shout Jesus .i am no longer a wannabe I am the one they want to be and my middle finger too big to be giving to my haters me I giving them my ass they ma smell up my anus ....they gat no choice even there Bae don they feel us and anytime I am around they run like yahoo boy may see SARS � for hilux.



Feel that .

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A CRIMINAL|


so i'm at home one morning, watching this dumb game show on ma

own..|
thinking how the heck did i just smash these shawties on ma

bed, when a call comes in on ma phone...|
fvck its Thompson!! buh why's this motherfucker calling me, ah

dunno, it must be important|
see, he ma nigga, nd we go way back, so ah guess that oughta

make him ma G right?, but no, the truth is, ah dont trust him|
sorry, but thats just how the game goes, ah already played my

turn and copped the new mindset from a fallen|
he was my brother, gunned by another ...reason why ah can

never trust nona these niggas|
call it paranoia, cos ah seen more blood flow under these

sewers,
more red stains on white shirts, there aint christmas with one

of these niggas|
deepest shiit i'll ever script, so i hope ma mind comes alive

this one time..|
as i double back on ma life to seek out these punchlines| see

ah been tagged the king of these rhymes from time|
serving up my cold lyrics for y'al to sip lines in this warm

clime|
"sup hommie...this one wey you call me, ah dont get, ah hope

everything's good?|
and whats that noise im hearing in the background? it sounds

like sirens blaring in ur hood|
this call's getting violent, and ah aint even heard a single

wording from you|
hello, hello... you better start talking to me, fool!|
by now im wondering, how come am the only one talking?

thompson! thompson! motherfvcker say something|
hello!, then an utterance, 'hello! hello! the cops have cuffed

him o'|
something about a robbery| buh uncle, i think you need to

hurry o!!|
im sure they're coming for you, cos tommy inked you as his

accomplice|
yo! tommy, dundee, had to be the fvcking pvssy|
couldn't even hold it down properly, thanks for being bloody

stupid|
now ah got the cops on ma tail, ah know ah gotta move quick|
i'm thinking to maself, i'm hoping that ah dont lose it|
truth is, ah hate the cops nd ah prefer to fvck em all with a

toothpick|
buh who we kidding? im bouta to be surrounded, might as well

go drown myself in the thudding music|
thats playing in the background, but now its all just useless|
ah got the metal in my hand, nd im gonna use it|
call it self defence| lets pretend| i had a bullet for like 20

men| tell me then, how do you propose i ex these fiends?|
its scary when, you lose ur ability to think cos you've been

hit with a deadly bend|
but anyway, not today.. cos dem no go see me catch| thanks to

my informant|
now ah got a head start thats longer than 50 cars parked in a

straight line, you sef see distance|
qnd if it comes down to letting the gat speak, then fvck it!

amma let my gat speak|
at worst, it'll be like djs having an off day from work, when

ah leave the gun fight without a scratch, bitch!|
talk about the nerve, you should put that on ma mind state nd

blatant misuse|
ah mean, i've been on medication for 5 days| im all drugged up

like patients in LUTH|
buh dont get it fvcked up, i still got the shotgun with me,
im getting all these positive vibes like a couple of aids test

reviews|
im raged, vexed nd bruised| hatred infused| tell me, what the fvck would you do
when there's cops raiding ur hood?|
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STAY TUNED...
Cc jigsawkillah.

Looking up
I see no man, man enough
Y'all bitches on holz, playing with dolls
Dawgs y'all on leash can't even unleash
So lazy to drop bars
I guess so busy
Amma tame your game
Cus all i want is the fame
Go tell everyone
Am bout to reign
So bring your Top game
In your Top Gear

###PaulShady

You see no man cos your head is below the table
so back out, and leave the game for men who are able
Riptider just stepped in the building
and this niggers gat no option but shiver like dudling

Capach

Riptider:
You see no man cos your head is below the table
so back out, and leave the game for men who are able
Riptider just stepped in the building
and this niggers gat no option but shiver like dudling

Capach

just passing by
What I saw made me smile
U niggaz talking trash
I split words ......dats a fact
No one ever cross me by
I repeat no one....coz I never lie
You should try and ask me y
I rap rhyme dats ma type
I got passion 4 education
Just one subject in the action
Dats music my attraction
PEACE out##

U wanna peace out
Better do, or my shots will make you pass out
Since for this shit you have an attraction
Then bow to riptider the one who owns the invention
My scheme is to take over the scene
And None gonna stop me

Riptider:
U wanna peace out
Better do, or my shots will make you pass out
Since for this shit you have an attraction
Then bow to riptider the one who owns the invention
My scheme is to take over the scene
And None gonna stop me

none gonna stop you??
What is that ......a breakthrough?
Don't think so coz u feel like a shit
Moreover I think ur rap feels like a speech
What's d term of the scheme........
Flapping when you got no wings
Ma words gonna make your tongue split.......
Then am gonna get ur girlfriend bleeped
Clipp ur mouth to your tongue......I think u talk too much
Riptider is dat even a name.......coz I ain't seeing anybody u've ripped to pain .....
Doesn't make brain when u can't do up to dat name .....
It's a shame u feel like a permanent stain........
Peace out ###

Telvin7, hahahahaha...this is not a diss thread na.. But you killed it

Yesterday I was chanced to bless the mic
As I climb stage na so the whole crowd scream aloud
What is the name they did asked
Riptider, I'm here to give a witty spark
I started spitting the bars like aforetime
Of my dexterity in the game that I acquired a long time
For 30 minutes I was spitting my street episode
Making it clear I had to make a hit
Get the muller and finally leave the street
A royal blood shouldn't suffer these
My emblem should be young olowo
Cos ama purple seed of king Abulo
But if they keep hindering my my rise
I will remind the times
And take over all climes
Then comes the dark Prince on the thrown
With much dexterity and clarity of heart the old kings will be overthrown
Then dark Prince
The lord of the leeches
The stooge of vapour
Riptider
Takes over
Cos mom says my reign is at hand