Rap Tournament: Greatest Rapper On Nairaland

hey, kool it,  whatchu gettin mad @ me for,  why didn't ya contest in d tourney? @ least i had d guts. nd who did i battle before wasn't it toosyno or didn't u read what i wrote. damnn

i ain't callin u fo a rematch so i don't got nothin wit yu,

 toosyno when u get on holla @ me.

Hey y'all 

I would be happy if Seun locks this Up cusz - I don't really see a Tourney that's iight

Peeps accusin' Niggas
It's a Tournament not talk talk talk

So I must say this sh*t is a wrap

jabberjaws boasting on here make me want to puke.
you kids spit monotonous shit,and it aint even original,talking about whips when you don't own a bicycle,talking about chicks when you really mean pam and her five friends! pathetic!

jduck,kid I'D have to have  frontal lobotomy to agree to a fair battle with you.You come at me with"jquack is here to save the day/jquack is here to take the game away/ " and you expect to win?

Tha metaphor matador ready to crush anybody,you little sh*ts can't rap.

it's a good thin tianshie ain't mentionin names, , i react when i get called on,u did not beat jduck.

Tha Metaphor Matador crush all who stand in his tracks


Verse One (Killing him)
@toosyno

I'm top notch like that branch that you'll never reach
I'm tha commander in chief, you're just a dog on tha leash
you'll need malareich, my flow sick leave you hospitalized
you thought you mentalized my punchlines landin'
now you're wiser man, I'm kind of mean, I mean
I'll kill you come back and stab your ghost
post your guts in tha post,send it to your hoes
I make bin laden go 'see I'D rather talk about it bro'
tha worl' is my stage, you're just a page in that book I wrote
I verbalise like I was soyinka, you're just a carpenter
your words are wooden, you couldn't nail a bar to a beat
bedridden, I overflow through your speakerboxxx like tha bar beach
spit a verse and leave a nun wet in her habit
script that in code so you wont bite it,try it
you'D probably choke on a sentence
gag on a simple word like independence,because you're a dummy and I'm
outstanding like tha last man standing scanning
tha battlefield for last man dyin', I've got a verb or two
I'm not a jew, but I done seen things
not a snitch but I done picked things, from tha streets of life
we in Lagos where tha streets are dark
dreamin' cadillacs on okada bikes,but livin' major lives
if da stakes are high catch me throwin dice
step away with your ice, now you're squealing like mice for cheese
take it or leave it I butt harder than a ram or a moose
rammed your butt now you're shook like lebanon in tha news.



gimme my crown!

WOW! What a spit!

       Verse Two (Kilt Him) Tha Autopsy

@toosyno
it's no drama when I hit tha stage spit lyrics like a sage
i've got an ace up my sleeve while you've got a spade
you in a rage 'because you know that you'll never win
i hit tha spot u bet toosyno cowering
who be this rugrat in front of me reeking amphetamine
my track hotter though he doped up like Gatlin
crush every bar you spit at me lika a caterpillar
i'm atilla tha hun with tha murderous gaze of godzilla
some call me healer 'because they know that i'm sicker
they call you sicker because they know i done ripped your liver
your lingo difficult 'because it BC, i flow PC
futuristic Doctor Who spittin 5000 AD
this rhyme is a time machine don't touch your screen
or you could find yourself in a matrix deeper than hollywood bring
you couldn't battle me if you shadow boxed my punchlines
ahead of me, you'll never win you see just because you isn't me
i'm tha Crhyme boss of downtown Lagos call me kirikiri
my phone has been tapped since august 1973
you up against me is like an ant up a mountainside
ridiculous i'm sacred like tha flames lit at pentecost
untouchable destructive like a lot of rays at chernobyl
I make a raw beat so edible envy me
I make tha weak pop not destructive to hip pop
wake up you're retarded like samson with low cut no guts
i bring tha heat like chinchilla in tha dead of winter
deliver shock waves like tha b*tch known as electra
you're busted tha crown is mine like i've often stated
tha only plaques you gon get fool are candy related.

Running. Tupac Vs BIG: Winner: BIG
Renegade. Jay-z vs Eminem: Winner Eminem

Big? You got to be kidding.

Tupac is in a category all by himself, far above Big.

I understand people loved Big out in New York but come on now, a person can be a good fella all they want but it does not make them a winner over a Giant like Tupac.

hey butler,  oh yu learnt from it? d only reason why u still on nairaland is cus u bizzle did not spit. nd also u were too cowardly to even say a word bitchass nigga, ain't u meant ta be on shshi's c**k.

hah ha ha ha ah bitch, fool, jerry peps is better than anybody u can ever bring forth,  nd butler u wrong u still have a long way to go, u have a lot to learn in this rap sh*t nd wit life too, u re a small boi. bitch, i'ma give ya d fools treatment sha, cus u ain't worth ma rhyme.

@ homo boi

go get your kiddie jerry peps to come defend himself ,


@ opemogaji

what niggaz exactly???

specify

chris hit me up anytime

You should know by now that i'm prolly Tupac's no 1 FAN(atic). For 6 years, I worshipped Tupac, not God, so you know what it means to admit BIG won Pac on that track. I'm a fanatic but i'm objective. I wouldn't say Pac won because of sentiments. It wasn't a contest anyway, it was some rap of Tupac copied and pasted into the track, same was Biggie's but the selected rap lines were hard, and if you analyse them, you'll admit Biggie won. I'll paste the lyrics here then you'll anylyse properly. Don't forget, the title's "Running (from the police)"

Full lyric here: http://www.lyrics007.com/2Pac%20(Tupac%20Shakur)%20Lyrics/Running%20(Dying%20To%20Live)%20Lyrics.html

Extract:
[Notorious B.I.G.]
Check it!
I grew up, a fuckin screw-up
Got introduced to the game,
Got a ounce and fuckin blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The nigga Biggie Smalls
Tryin to turn into the black Frank White
We had to grow dreads
To change our description
Two cops is on the milk box, "Missing"
Show they toes, you know they got stepped on
A fist full of bullets, a chest full of teflon
Run from the police, picture that
Nigga i'm too fat
I mess around and catch a asthma attack
That's why i bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock
And i'm swayze
Celebrate my escape
Sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, i got some money to make,
Motherfucker!


[2pac]
It's on me,
But still i'm havin memories
Of high speed when the cops crashed,
As i laughed
Pushin the gas when my Glocks blastWe was young and we was dumb but we had heart
In the dark, where we survived through the bad parts
Many dreams is what i had, and plenty wishes,
No hesitation in extermination of these snitches
And these bitches, they still continue to persue me
A couple o' movies,
Now the whole world is tryin to screw me
Even the cops tried to sue me
So what can I do, but stay true,
Sippin 22's of brew
And now the media is trying to test me,
Got the press asking questions, tryin' to stress me
Misery is all I see, thats my mind state
My history with the police
Would shake the crimerate
My main man had two strikes slipped,
Got arrested and flipped,
He screamed "Thug Life!" and emptied the clip,
Got tired of running from the police,

It's not about being tech, it's about being as "on track" as possible. If both were alive and were asked to prepare for that title, Tupac would "prolly" have done better. Pac's my mentor, so saying BIGGIE won wouldn't go down well with me.

And my quote (as seen on my site) "You may disrespect me, but please respect ma love for Pac".

Holla.

whatz the problem yall let me shoot through the breeze
please emcees should be men n get off their knees
stand on your feet
but never u attempt to stand up to me
i'm a man, but yall ain't shit, not even the same breed
even if u were an angel, u wudnt shine
skills, while u get no luck wit it
am stuck wit it
talkin bout who's d best? yall r damn jokers
against me, yall r no hoper's
4 all the tough talk you all got a switch in your walk
open your mouths and u meow when we real emcees bark
yall aint hard so get to steppin
improve your skills and get ready for the next lesson
i'm an evil mudafucka so u know it aint a blessin
rapid fire like shots from a smith n wesson