" The Freestyle Lounge"

I chop rocks that i sell on the block, call it kung-fu hustle/
i am from an era where gangstas blow smoke out they nostrils/
My morbid skills forbid that i ever catch writer's block/
my life could have been worse, 25 to life bid in a Riker's block/
quitting jocking my style, stay off this writer's cock/
see me masked up, nutting naked chickenheads like Eyes Wide Shut/
Big pimping, i put the Mac into Apple, then i drink my cider up/
smoke weed like Pineapple Express, love sex and chronic stubs/
stay all about my investments and paper, call me Monie Love/

this is ma first time to drop a verse on the rap section of NL.

                                             *TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN*

let me accentuate the reason am here/
for y'll who wanna hate,know this guy aint got no fear/
imma berate u,cos u stepped in the devils lair/
let me elucidate this,so u get the picture clear/

like braveheart,"i'mma throw u off the bridge,with a bullet in your eye",/
i already did my part to abridge this gud-for-nothing guy/
do you dig? say yes and dnt fucking ask me why/
now accede to be my subbordinate till the day you die/

am deleterious like a grenade/
so dangerous even busta became afraid/
am audacious,i aint like an insect scared of raid/
like colossus, to no other can i be compared/

my words are cosmopolitan,so hard to understand/
yet i've never had a ban,since i came to nairaland/
the only one,who can give every other man command/
quotidian i make fey stuff happen with my wand/

lol thats po-deep in da building, where the eff has your has been boy, miss all your drama nigga , hows u doin,

@anyone
nice one po-deep calling me out , does anyone want a piece of the banned new improved bjpumpin?

@onyinye
thats sounds like a  guy rapping. hope u aint an hermaphrodite, ?u want some of daddy?

@malthuss

netcees knw the brid flow with d greatest of ease/
am on time/fake cats are either late or diseased/
courtesy of d brid /even your bitch knws ma "P /
malthusis get off the brids d!ck please/
i knw u hot but ma prognosis is /
u prolly freeze when the brid spit/
grab ma cock/when i cum  bitch say cheese/
niggar cant battle /so u swallow-cock/ easy wit the squeez/
slit your balls wit a swiss/ toss "em in the air/
ma phones keep ringing like a slap to your ear/
so niggers got your back/cuss they got em d!cks in your rear/
dissing the brid like he aint hurr/
like i aint clapping u from way over thurr /
paramedics everywhurr / yeah! right thurr/screaming "stay clear"/
d only shit u dropping is sagging balls wit no hair/
running your mouth/like i aint the reason u on em wheel chair/
wit ma eyes closed brid pop d cap off your d!ck head/
then knitt that back like a fcuking  rap thread /



yo!!!!  malthuss . . . .i aint saying u won  . . .but in all honesty i gots to give it to ya man . . . . .i am done battling  u dowg . . .u ve had my respect as a netcee from way back when u won that tourney bro . . . .much respect . . . go kill some other netcee the brids a survivor dowg . . . 

@bj, what's good? U still bringin' drama to the nairaland doorsteps?

@hybrid, u know how we do homz.

Cheese n Rice. . . . .

So many rap cats hide in this crevice.
Errrrrm, lemme see. . . . . I remember Menike and ma homeboy mailmalc.
In case y'all dunno who Hanni is. . . . .He used to be J-A-C-K-A-L.
I'd be back to drop science on this thread.

@Shaz, u told me what??

Lord help me in what I'm bout to do.L0Lz.


So they been asking where I been, call me Ms. Carter
Well, I been out there grinding harder
Call me Nas, I'm back to claim my crown, where y'all hide it?
Duck low now Cuz it's about to get started
A young rebel I am like Karina Pasian, yes I'm 16 at war
I give these niggas 10 glasses of hennesy, still can't spit a decent bar
All these bitches wanna diss
And all these niggas wanna kiss
Feeling like weezy f. , I'm illie up in these streets
So when they ask you where am at, tell em up in that maserati back seats.


Hey, I'm just testing. Phew, been a while.

D shit I've done tryin' 2 have ma fun
Now I'm on da run
'coz behind me points a gun,
but tistill up there, da sun,
and while it shines, I'll never be done.

I sit back in my chair lounging,and dreaming
reminiscing of those times that life was about chiling
all of a sudden my eyes go red and my face starts streaming
and I remember all my friends who stopped living
Tabitha lay dying and all her thoughts were about her sinning
Rasheed is lost and stopped believing
and can only see rain even while the sun is shining
i wanted to be a saviour and stop everyone's heart from bleeding
but my shoulder are frail and go through life by limping
Jehovah so silent and the devil is winning
Happiness and sadness are just  table tops spinning

well i guess freestyle is all about rhyming

@segzi cres

u welcome to the thread homes . . . much respect,

The Moral of Life is that Greed is good
Gordon Gekko said it best in Wallstreet to be his dude,
You had to be poor,young and hungry and best be misunderstood
get a dog if U want a friend,who will read your every mood
Love and emotions steady diet of the fool
The strong survive,the weak their food.

i've been here for only 5 minutes
and my fans are already rolling in
that's how i do up here in my hood
we bust up them rooms and turn
them in to companies, we give em
water to drink but the drink it and
get water of life, i'm the one you'll ve
waiting for, the messiah of rap, it got me
going a wire, downloading them goons
with lime wire, when ever i'm in my hood i'm always a wire,


coming back at you'll with more.

@bjpumpin

Don't think of me as the new chic on the block
Cus the rhymes i spit, make the world tick tock
You see I do big boy things, ride big boy toys
I seduce chumps like you and make ya salute Ahoy!
You aint even man enough so please step back
Cus ya game is tired and your rhymes are whack
I'll put you under a spell of love and lust
You'll be addicted wantin more like angel dust
Take ya change, mayne im so smart
Have ya balling in the tub singing unbreak my heart
So daddy yeah sure i'll take some of you
I love double crossing, trust crushing pathetic fools
So next time low timer don't call me hermaphrodite
You might be drinking, death's kiss, by Aphrodite.