ofokaofoki:

as u no post anything for the past 30 years nko, the girl don dey entertain u free of charge.
flgators no worry some people jealous u.

ode ni omo yi sha. Dem dey jealous mi? Wetin dem they jealous? Se ori agbon e ni won n jealous abi?

@lailaiboy, I thought you were my homie. Why you dey wish empty garawa on me?

FL Gators:



@lailaiboy, I thought you were my homie. Why you dey wish empty garawa on me?

hommie for where. ode buruku. :

kilo de to fi n bu mi? kini mo se?

FL Gators:

kilo de to fi n bu mi? kini mo se?

nitoripe iwona manbuu mi lojojumo, honestly to ba bamisoro one on one wa like mi gan, try e wo.
ijo wo lama do ree? (yorubaaccent) on it seriously try e wo. kan ba misoro for once. wa fall in luv bi dbanj.

ofokaofoki:

nitoripe iwona manbuu mi lojojumo, honestly to ba bamisoro one on one wa like mi gan, try e wo.
ijo wo lama do ree? (yorubaaccent) on it seriously try e wo. kan ba misoro for once. wa fall in luv bi dbanj.

Your yoruba is so terrible. My gawd, atrocious.

Couldnt understand any of the above. Just stop abusing me, my loff

is the mixtape ready already? And can who eva is incharge giv a progress report? Like all the tracks made so far and links??

Ibime:



The road is narrow/ but my foes are cold and shallow/ so Im loading barrels/
My bow and arrow. . . broke ya bone and exposed the marrow/
Im Moses, Pharoah/ A chosen Afro. . .
Known for composing holy carols/ with the soul of a sparrow/
Behold my apparel/ It’s fit for a King/
When Im singing a hymn/ The wisdom I bring. . .
. . rock ya boat. . . like full masts. . . with a shift in the wind!!/
If my verse dont glisten and bling, nigga listen again!/
. . . pay heed to the scripture within/. . . let in sink in ya skin!/
I don’t care if you live in the gym/ with muscles ripped to the lim/
Ill give you a blistering fist to the chin/ thatll condition ya peripheral vision to spin/
I’ll flip in a min/ and draw ya blood with the prick of a pin/
. . . then deliver ya limb. . . in a ribbon. . . as a gift to ya kin!/
The position I’m in/ is to manoeuvre my troops/ in pursuit of the loot/
Y’all calculate ya money. . . but I supercompute!/
I spit truth in the booth/ though Im rude and uncouth/
Faggits scooping his poop/ cos this dude is a fruit. . . and a loser to boot!/
I blame his gay parents/ his fans stay jeering/
. . while Im raising the roof. . . like walls. . . thats weight bearing/
My pace searing/ cos Im moving at speeds that you couldn’t place gear in/
. . .not unless you wanna break ya steering!!!/


You think your mate is caring/ and you make the greatest pairing/
You space staring. . . at work , wondering how her day faring/
Quite romantic!/ but you’d be hype and frantic/ with ya face flaring/
If you could see me at your place, tearing . . .the lace she’s wearing!!!/
I fight with the spirit of a great Barbarian/
Racist Aryans/ flee when I make an appearance/
Im space peering/ communicating with Aliens
And they tell me the date of invasions nearing/
They need me make a clearing/ but first I need to take the bearing/
That’s the danger that I place this sphere in/
Cos Im homicidal for real. . . and Im way past the stage of caring/


Im hearing many snakes in the grass/
Im making bitches Crackle. . . so Im labelled as Brash/
Still, I pose the questions you’re unable to ask/
I can play with the stats. . . . so lets table the facts. . .
You say that Im wack/ but no debate I can rap/
cos. . . Im off the hook. . . and you were raised on the rack!/
The AK's that I pack/ were made in Iraq/
and I use acidic flows. . . as my base for attack/


I make nations collapse/ when Im going to war/
A blow to ya jaw. . . would put ya phocking dome on the floor/
I put my verses on display. . . so you know that Im raw/
but eyes haven't seen . . . .what Im holding in store!!/
I could open the door/ but Im too greedy to share/
Im bout to blow this place. . . .like a helium flare/
Im known for blowing weed in the air/
so there's no reason to stare. . . if I ever fall asleep in my chair/
In a season of cheer/ I find no reason to share/
I tax niggas. . .and not even Caeser compare/
I defeat ya career/ so it's me that you fear/
I give birth to ya depression. . . when I breed ya despair!/
I instruct you how to rap. . . and my teaching is clear/
cos niggas need an e-manual. . . and Jesus is here!!!!/


Phock a back and forth/ I grab a sword/ and slash ya chord/
I flow remote control. . . standby. . . as I channel thoughts/
My hand was forced/ cos niggas refused to pass the torch/
Y’all faggits softer than Asher Roth getting his salad tossed/
Im a man of war/ you’ll get blown in seconds/
Rappers make bold confessions. . . till Im loading weapons/
I dont entertain gimmicks/ or rappers with lame lyrics/
And my verses are fly. . . cos I spit in plane English!/


Im sick with the nouns/ to the tip of my brow/
Married to rap. . . so every verse I spit is a vow/
Got intelligence that Martians mirror/
Pierce ya heart and liver/ with a dart and quiver/ Pardon mister/
Nigga/ Nigga/ my dogs in the pits/
I stand between the sun and earth . . . and cause an eclipse!/
In a coliseum/ I fought for freedom/
against an all seeing/ horde of demons/ and horned legions/ and defeated em/



Yeah 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 phocking care/ as long as Im tucking flares. . .
. .in my back pocket/ A mack rocket/ make his behind hop it. .
back to his pad. . to shut his door. . . and padlock it!/


Man stop it! You killing em right now/
I think its fair to say they feeling it right now/
I illuminate minds with the lyrics that eye drop/
Cos when the light stops/ the blind get led by a Cyclops/
My raps ignite/ when I fracture mics/
bring wax to life/ even under candlelight/
If You aint feeling the fact, I got the bragging rights/
Then go phock yourself like a hermaphrodite/


My mic devour/ At the righteous hour/ when I fight the power/
Dropping bombs. . . . like Dwight Eisenhower!/
They better hide and cower/ when Im gripe and sour/
‘fore I strangle em. . . and dangle em. . . from the Eiffel Tower!/
Im the hardest trooper/ sparking Buddha/ and massaging hooters/
Sharper than the shooter. . . that martyred Martin Luther/
I process Mathematical steps like Cauchy-Euler/
And I always bring The Final Solution. . . like Nazi Fuhrers!/
They say Im Moctezuma/ Greatest ruler/
I tutor/ women on the Karma Sutra. . .like Jacob Zuma!/
Orally. . . you claim seniority. . . but rap horribly/
So morally. . . . my superiority. . . gives me authority!/
I rap zanier/ and attract mass mania/
From fans that pack stadia. . .from Arabia to Tazmania!/

DUDE URE A FAKE!!! U WANT ME TO POINT OUT HOW MANY VERSES U STOLE FROM OTHER ARTISTES?

@Thread always gives me jokes!

@FL & OFOKA menh d chemistry 2 tight u guys really need 2 take it 2 d next level!

tedbundy:


DUDE URE A FAKE!!! U WANT ME TO POINT OUT HOW MANY VERSES U STOLE FROM OTHER ARTISTES?

Look at this maga . . . be my guest!!!. . . I double dare you. . . . thunder fire your progenitors. . .

Ibime:

Look at this maga . . . be my guest!!!. . . I double dare you. . . . thunder fire your progenitors. . .

@ibime av lizened 2 all ur tracks. . Struggle, exhibit D, undergrizzound, maestro and 50 bars. . . Nice tracks. . U gat a mixtape or sumn?

Ibime:

Look at this maga . . . be my guest!!!. . . I double dare you. . . . thunder fire your progenitors. . .

Pweety4me:

@Thread always gives me jokes!

@FL & OFOKA menh d chemistry 2 tight u guys really need 2 take it 2 d next level!

thanks love.!

@ Jamez,

I go just dey drop the tracks small small. . . . if e reach 15 decent tracks, I fit package am, call am mixtape. . . . maybe. . .


@ Krayola,

Abeg check your email. . .

I was featured on an RnB love song. . . . its called How does it feel. . . the track is still unmixed, but here's a snippet containing my verse. . .


http://www.plunder.com/How-does-it-feel-snippet-download-14e1fc8c98.htm

@ Krayola,

I done send you updated email. . . had to change some things. . . . please check it. . .

@ ibime. U are a raving lunatic. . . A menace to society.  It's official. I'll start writing asap.

I've replied.

Please upload that r&b joint to a different site. Plunder dey try hustle me. Wan collect my cell number make dem charge me plenty dollars. I just hope flgators didn't fall for it. Always read the fineprint. 

Krayola:

@ ibime. U are a raving lunatic. . . A menace to society. 

the way u guys hype ibime sometimes is something else,
dude is just average,
see as una dey hype am like say na giant.lol

@ibime
just stick to rapping, r n b is not ur forte.

MA FIRST BEAT 4 D MIXTAPE
http://www.plunder.com/NAIRALAND-MIXTAPE-download-a1de9f1efa.htm
http://plunder.com/a1de9f1efa

@ Krayola,

abeg check your email. . .

BEFORE I SAID DAT "SOMEONE WANT 2 DIE" ,ND FINALLY , LALABOI WAN DIE
SO AM HITN HARD ON HIM


HERE IS THE  BEEF TRACK I RECORDED FOR LALABOI
LINK http://plunder.com/c21b7f6bf6


http://www.plunder.com/BENJAMZ-BEEF-2-LALABOI-mp3-download-c21b7f6bf6.htm

Mehn. . . I don turn Superstar oh. . . . See beef lol. . .

Hehe

see beef,,, lalaboi and benjams was a classic .

whatever happened to this mixtape?