Flow For Rank

@ lalaboi. . . . I can see the improvement. . . . the ideas are clever, but the delivery needs work. . . . I think ya ready to battle Mykali. . . .


Me sef, I no fit carry last. . . .had a surge of creativity last night and wrote one of my illest verses ever in record time. . . .I just started and couldn't stop. . . . be patient with it. . . .it starts off slow. . .




Nobody on the corner got stagger like you/
cos nobody on the corner drank a gallon of brew/
The raps that I spew/ will depict ya defeat/
cos I can walk on water. . . without lifting my feet!/
Which kid can compete/ with my vociferous speech/
I wear a vest . . .and hit you with the tricks in my sleeve/
Im spitting the heat/ What you kick is Petit/
Even Portuguese players. . . couldn't fit in Ma niche!/
You're quick to conceive/ thoughts of bringing the beef/
so I hold you upside down. . . .and make you think on ya feet!/
If you thinking Im weak/ cos I sinked to defeat. . .
Ill make you change ya view. . . without switching ya seat!/
How many niggas could keep/ multisyllable schemes/
and keep on throwing punches. . . . without missing a beat?/


Tell me which flipping emcee/ is as prolific as me?/


What I spit is unique/ You should be paying for these/
Say goobye to ya money. . . cos Im waiving the fees/
I stay in the street/ seven days in the week/
fishes inhale my weed. . . .when Im blazing the reef!/
I must be crazy indeed!/ but I got babies to feed/
so if my dough come up slow. . . then Im raising the yeast/
If you dont like this verse, you're too lazy to read/
but my word is God's law. . . you could take it as creed!/


Bitches stay on their knees/ just to gratify lust/
so like a rabbit, I just. . . have to rapidly bust/
We walk on thin air. . . defying gravity's thrust/
so nobody on the earth. . . got swagga like us!/
Im in a Phantom deluxe/ You at the back of the bus/
when my flow test ya mettle. . . ya bars gradually rust!/


Which man can I trust?/ when there’s 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 there's 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 place ya 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 fall asleep in my chair/
In a season of cheer/ I find no reason to share/
The way I tax niggas. . . 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 Netcees need an e-manual. . . and Jesus is here!!!!/

@Ibime.

Thanks. . . .
Ya think?. . .Mykali na sick mofo.  , dude be lik kid. . . but na man slayer! lol

mehnnnnnnnn,  dat was dopeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! brova, u gat ma respect. Just saw your battle wit H.J, nice cat there too.

I can't even believe i wrote this today.
Damn NAiraland is where it's at


They think they’re sick/ and my bars are Stick
So they try Chew on me but I slice their tongue in three/ so they couldn’t spit for shit

The way my Bars-clay I’m sure I moulded ‘North west’
And I’m the Zenith of this game they beta realise Elephants don’t come First

I’m upperclass/ their bars are in Diet class
That’s why in battles they always come out Slimmer
But I’m bigger/ and damn that was a good dinner
So I walked on their street, did a little bit of research
Selected a ni&&@s bitch and decided she was Dessert
Whipped her ass so much that I had to spray Cream on this ass

You’re 'Ag'-ing on glass, so you better check your reflection
Coz I 'F'    'He' who dare comes into my direction
Simple Kemistry/ their FM Rhythms/ couldn't invade my Inspiration
I’m a bad new stock so sell out or you fall in recession

Don’t dread the fact that I got this locked/ or I’m getting kudos and props/
coz you keep going round, you’re a disc bound to flop
And I’m aiming the for top/ so make room or squash/
and stop emceeing you could make a dollar a cup.


It's flow for rank so i thought i'll drop some ish.

Understand G.
(errm. Ag, F and He are in the periodic table-simple kemistry. for those who might not get it, )

Thanks man. i appreciate it. Big ups to you as well man, i've seen your ranking status on this forum.

Throwaway freestyle. . . .



I pop toasts/ and drop ghosts/ dead in the gutter/
You pop toasts. . . then you spread the bread with the butter/
Im ahead of this sucker/ in bed with his lover/
She’s just one of the chicks that I pressed in the summer/
Feds undercover/ be tapping my wire/
Hoping to get the drop on a random supplier/
Just stand and admire/ this rapping messiah/
Answer my fire/ or get branded a liar/
I ran rackets/ selling yellow tops and crack packets/
Anything to escape from ya tax bracket/
I piece ebonics/ and paint pictures like DC comics/
Mixing speed with chronic/ to deceive ya optics/
Don’t fall in my soup/ or get caught in my loop/
Before I call on my troops/ and give the order to shoot/
Dont be deceived by humble look/ Im a f*cking crook/
with more wild style. . . than beasts in the jungle book!/

DROP THOSE BOTTLES and stop tryin 2 make Ponche lines/ am ILL, rappin underground, spittin mo germs(gems) than gold mines/ now this wanker wanna battle me, rappin in rags/keepin a safe distance, cos dat nigga is allergic 2 swag/ call it dead sex wen i b fuckin(forkin) your babe/ if u jackd your books like your privates homie, ud b CUMIN wit A's/ evry1 knows 2 C/O me is 1way HELL HIKING/ u dont SPIT SHIT, but your SALIVA sure smells LIKE IT/ u cudnt FLY a kite, let alone d COCK PIT/ STANDIN over d LATRINE, is d only way u DROP SHIT/ if TRACKS turned SHAWTYS u stil cudnt LAY em/ ima make u HOMELESS, like your folks cudnt PAY RENT(parent)/ CONVICT u of whackness en make u SPRUNG like TPAIN/ d only POP i do, is wit a BOTTLE of CHAMPAGNE/its lyk i put a Gun 2 your HEART, wen i b KILLING Ya MIND/ so act like laundry, nigguh, and b FILLING ma LINES/

Nice lines bro

Hehe. . . . i think i know who punchlinee is now. . . hehe

street pls dont stress urself on SIMPLETONS. No more words

ofoka. . . your hardly a newcomer. . . .

hehehehehe. . . . . Ofoka behaviour is not hard to spot.

@Aquaman. .  . . . u dey crase lol. . . how u go xpect me to reply b4. . .

 I prefer ofoka, which kind name be punchlineee. . . hehe

who be this one wey dey tasi everybody . punchlinnee indeed

IBIME AND STREETWSIE YOU ARE BOTH FOOLS, IS IT ALL NEW NAIRALANDERS THAT U MAGAS NOW CALL OFOKA NOW? , GET THIS INTO your BLOCK HEADS, THIS IS OTUKA THE RAPPER FORMERLY KNOWN AS OFOKA

DONT GET your BRAINS CONFUSED
THERE IS ONLY ONE AND ONLY  OTUKA BITCH !

Nice lines.