Rap Competition: Lyrical Sniperz and Afro Kingz

Friday, 15th of December, 2006: 000 to 2300HRS GMT.


Lyrical Sniperz: Magneto, Da Snake and Naijafan

Versus

Afro Kingz (Akz): Gbade.x, 100bars, Sid Green and Boggie1

guys you know the rules . .so lets act by them . .  .

Gbade.X for afro kings

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directed to Snakey: 


MURDA AT 23:00

<Hook>

Akz coming, we bust this lyrical Sniperz with no rifles/
our flow's dynamic, while your's is static like menstrual cycles/
the way we slay mcs,  call us the lyrical hitmen/
we make so hits, we leave your units in sh*t mayne!/
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Now my tongues a livin' volcano, so when i pick mics i drop~flames/
and killing these wack cats shows i've got~game/
see, i bring payback in small packages like minimum wages/
i'ma leave Da Snake 6 feet, yet he still ain't underground like Hades!/
i drop lyrics hot like faeces fresh out the anus/
in they hearts, these wack cats are fans but they claimin' ta hate us/
your wackness does the footwork, while your mouth does the runnin'/
fill u with so much BARZ of lead, i'ma have 100 gunnin'/
u musta had grenades strapped to your pride, because your egos all blown up/
hold up, u had the mic for a season, nikka so what?/
battling me is like the Plantashun Boiz split/
i make u lose FACE, redesign ya facial structures so u won't get it in a fix/


 <Hook>

Akz coming, we bust this lyrical Sniperz with no rifles/
our flow's dynamic, while your's is static like menstrual cycles/
the way we slay mcs,  call us the lyrical hitmen/
we make so hits, we leave your units in sh*t mayne!/
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I'm an Ak, meaning i rip u a new hole when ya anus is tired of emittin' weak ish/
flow's intrinsic// watch this nigga crumble like stale bizkits/
even if ya strapped Bibles to ya mouth, u still can't spit~ a~ verse/
if wackness was a blessing, then us lame spits seek~ a~ curse!/
gbade on course// flip more verses than a manuscript/
bringin' in some brand~new~ish/
flow's tight and punches connecting like barbed wire fences/
the only time Snakey flows is when he's had is monthly menses/
you could put your hands on a Bible, but my verses you can't handle/
even if u put your sh*t on wax, it still gon' melt like a candle/
i'm illness in the definition and that's the bidness/
you can only use ma ill spits against me, because that's ma only weakness!!/
 
 


 
 

naijafan  for lyrical sniperz

gbade, ex please, 'because i'm 'bout to get yo crew disbanded
i'll put tha Akz in da WOOD like they was fcukin ENCHANTED

yo sid green, i see you feel like a rap lord
you gotta split your fakeass throne like u's a fcukin coward
i see you so BROKE you can't even PAY attention
my lines be MEASURIN' in a whole new DIMENSION
the SHIT that i spit be sendin' you to the RESTROOM
can't be explain'd, peeps think you high on mushrooms
tick tick tock, its countdown to mass murder
call it what u want, but you wont be here after da slaughter
magneto wit da rifle, gon' to pull tha slugs in y'all
while me n snake be KICKIN' like you was fcukin FOOTBALLS.

@gbade.x
the first one was just introductory yarns. . . or at least, it didnt get picked.
 
 

magneto  for lyrical sniperz

@ them Ass Kissaz

R.I.P.  g-string.x(tra large), boggy worm, 100 bra's, n green-eyed seed!!



magneto always steady on point like an ice pick//
only time i'm slippin musta been on an ice rink//    1
trying to step to Da Sniperz with some lame ass isht//
couple hollow tipz headed straight for your top lip//  2
in this here rap tourney my crew's still the illest//
we remain on top like the white in the guiness//    3
y'all fools couldn't spit tight with a noose round your neck//
i'ma piss on all your flows like a pregnancy test//  4
fcukin wannabe Akz, Snakey got them real Aks//
u'll get hit to the ground, all the while screaming "mayday!"//  5
this 4-man fag team, claimin afro kings?. . . well, hey!//
guess what, me n my homies got your much needed hair spray//  6
zap!zap!, a zillion pellets zipping right through your hair space//
turning your muthafcukin black scalp into ashtrays//  7
your crew better than my crew??. . . duh, NEVER!//
y'all punks is fcukin lightweights just like a feather//  8
come close n u will get cut like a movie//
then tied up with less clothes on than a groupie//  9
y'all can keep running your lip, nigga that don't prick me//
i'll squeeze a pump, and put holes in your jaw like 50//  10
fo real, y'all really don't want no beef with we//
because we'll light your asses up like a christmas tree//     11
the thot of battling Da Sniperz got your bowels all shook//
the hardest thing u possibly can do is gimme that look//   12
talking much'll only make my fists restructure your mandibles//
lyrikal shots to your dome got your top dropped like convertibles//   13
this Sniper's a viper, got more flame than a lighter//
jab burning torches to your eyeballs, now your vision got brighter//   14
i lyrikally dismember y'all faster than a samurai's sword//
closest u been to a punchline is getting serially mugged in your own ward//(think)  15
u lil wanksters, i see through your weak plans like contact lenses//
we tower over your camp like maximum security fences//  16
y'all against us is like nerds versus bouncers//
our punches be weighing in tons, urs is ounces//   17
outcome of this battle is a non-issue like PDP primaries//
Da Sniperz be da ruling clique, so we winning by wide margins//  18
better play your position and don't try to cross boundaries//
else u'll get taken to the cleaners like dirty laundry//  19
i'm exposing your wackness like that thong does your buttcheeks//
with them short arms extended, how the fcuk u gon' touch this//  20
negroe please!!! our isht erode your mentals(metals) like acid rain//
at the top, Da Sniperz stay permanent like carpet stains//  21
y'all Akz been officially murdered n thats a fact//
e yo! naijafan , c'mon help me bring that hook back//   22



LYRIKAL SNIPERZ RULE!!!!

Gbade.x   for afro kingz2nd verse

@ fagneto

THE THROWBACK

<Hook>
[same as my 1st verse]

Akz coming, we bust this Lyrical Sniperz wit no rifles/
our flows dynamic, while urs is static like menstrual cycles/
the way we slay mcs, call us the lyrical hitmen/
we make so much hits, your units stay in sh*t mayne/

Now it's ashes to ashes, dust to dust/
if not for naijaman's female orifice, magneto d*ck for rust/
for a shemale, Snake's JUGS are MILKY but he still can't BUST/
my word is bond, so i spit verses that seal mics/
your verse is a rip-off, like burnt Cds they need a re-write!/
since u sh*ttalk so much, u've taught ya anus a new language/
because poppin' d*cks in ya mouth is ya recipe 4 a new sandwich/
if wackness wuz stimulation, then Snake's verse turns u on like Kevin Little/
like CROSSWORD PUZZLES, i'ma have ya bodies RIDDLED/
. . .with verbal bullets, leave em full o' clipse [eclipse] like da moon blockin da sun/
i swear this wacko feels gay just fcukin wit da don/
call me da drycleaner, because i whitewash u like a Laundromat/
of this show, my punches are d starhost, watch them give your face autographs!!/
Akz gunnin', wreaking more havoc than a tsunami/
what u Sniper fools yappin' about guns for? All i see u clappin' is ya punani!/
the hole of my Ak has a smiling face, because i'm trigger happy/
fingers twitchin', this fella be buggin', am i fazed? n*gga hardly!/
wit ma punches u could take the hook and the sinker, but u still can't get ma lines/
u could see magneto jottin' on his nursery slate everytime i rhyme/
since Akz bust in .6, it takes y'all Sniperz a week~ or~ two/
y'all ain't ready for WAR, so i'ma PISS [peace]~on~you!/
 
<Hook>
Akz comin', we bust this lyrical snipers with no rifles/
our flows dynamic, while urs is static like menstrual cycles/
the way we slay mcs, call us the lyrical hitmen/
we make so much hits, your units stay in sh*t mayne/ 
 
 
 

y'all cummin with em bitchy attitude,attitude
don't test mii or I'm going to tell Akz to spit at u,spit at u2x

i hear kidz braggin bout peddlin weed on the streets
y'all know its so hardto keep secret bout how i push ki'z overseas
like usin protractors to draw circles i make ends meet
i see your rhymes always gat bitches,cheese n whips
but we all know u ain gat none of this things,bitch
i ain thrivin on imagination,like game i bring dreams to reality
nicholas caging you,ripping ya FACE OFF
Imma battle chef leave it to mii to spice the PLACE UP
because am tha Boss tha opposite of y'all ACTORS
in tha game known as a Double"G"
a gangstar n a gentleman,think twice before u mess with mii
tha whole script is wack bitches y'all need to stop acting
ya hold guns but wldnt shoot untill the hear actions
trap doors equipped with infra-red sensors to catch this
ma whole rap school ill punk y'all never among class-sicks(classics)
shooting sniperz randomly on the mic y'all still cldnt make a hit
that is y i want to know why


y'all cummin with em bitchy attitude,attitude
don't test mii or I'm going to tell Akz to spit at u,spit at u2x


sup Akz can see y'all holding it down,mayne my server is fuckin faulty need to replace it soonest i hope n when is the next ish happenin

gbade u shud not have said stuff about peeps on nairaland not knowin bout rap, we mite not be rapheads nd some of us mite be but do not want to show off

Yo lyrical Sniperz killin it gbade X u did ya thang too though

Well props to Magneto as well as Sid Green. Have to admit i felt their multies and punchlines. This aint saying that the rest are wack though. Keep it up Sid and Magneto. Even though both of u r on different teams, Aint hating on the rest of the guys. Keep doing your thing

at naijafan
i dnt have nething bout y'all boring retards,so keep ma name outta your fuckin mouth

I waz xpectin something like this.Everyone will be tempted to read and it reveals your strength as a team.I ain't happy @ the organization.All those disjointed ish just got me pissed-off


Hit 'Em Up
by 2 Pac
album: Greatest Hits (1998),
2pac Live (2004)

Intro: Tupac
I ain't got no motherfuckin friend
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucker
(take money) West side!!
Bad Boy killers
(take money) You know the realest is niggaz
(take money) We bring it to you
(take money)

Verse One: Tupac
First off, mess your bitch and the click you claim
West side when we ride come equipped with game
You claim to be a player but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy niggaz fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin ta see me weak, hearts I rip
Biggie Smallz and Junior M.A.F.I.A. some mark ass bitches
We keep on comin' while we runnin for ya jewels
steady gunnin, keep on bustin at the fools, you know the rules
Little Ceaser, go ask ya homie how I leave ya
cut your young ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't mess around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off tha street, so mess peace
I let them niggas know it's on for life
So let the West side ride tonight hahahah
Bad Boy murdered on wax, and killed
mess wit' me and get ya cap spilt, you know ,  see ,

Chorus:
Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac
Call the cops, when you see Tupac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
NIGGA, I hit em' up,

Interlude: Tupac
Check this out, you muthafuckas know what time it is
I don't even know why I'm on this track
ya'll niggaz ain't even on my level
I'ma let my little homies ride on you
bitch made-ass bad boy bitches, deal with it!

Verse Two: Fatal
Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie Smallz just got dropped
Little Moo, pass the Mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank White need to get spanked right, for settin tracks
little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard-a ya
Poisinous gats attack when I'm servin ya
Spank the shank ya whole style when I dank
Guard your rank, cause I'ma slam you ass in the pavement
Puffy weaker that a fuckin rocka wanna do, nigga
and, I'll smoke ya junior mafia in front of you, nigga
With the ready power tuckin my Guess under my Eddie Bauer
ya clout, pretty sour I get packages every hour
and hit em up

Chorus


Verse Three: Tupac
Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary steel
this aint no freestyle battle, all you niggaz gettin
killed with ya mouths open
tryin to come up offa me, you in the clouds hoping
smokin dope it's like a sherm high
Niggaz think they learned to fly
But they burned muthafucka, you deserve to die
Talkin bout you gettin money, but its funny to me
All you niggaz living bummy, why you're fuckin' with me
I'm a self made milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air, hahaha
Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on my couch
and beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house, ahh
Now its all about Versacci, you copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it, and smiled
Now I'm bout to set the record straight, with my AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit em up

Verse Four: Kadafi
I'm from N-E-W Jerz, where plenty murders occur
No points to be calmer, we bringin drama to all you herbs
Knuckle check the scenario, Little Cease
I bring you fake G's to your knees
Coppin pleas cuz this ain't your area
Lil Kim, is you coked up, or doped up?
Get ya lil Junior Whopper click smoked up, what the mess
is you STUPID?!?! I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
with my click lootin, shootin and pollutin ya block
with 15 shots cock glock to your knot
Outlaw mafia click movin up another notch
And you bast stops squaws get mopped and dropped
All your fake-ass east coast props brainstormed and locked

Verse Five: Idi Amin
Youse a, beat biter, a Pac style taker
I'll tell you to ya face you aint shit but a faker
Softer than Alizee with a chaser
Bout to get murdered for the paper
Idi Amin approach the scene
Write a caper, like a loc, with little ceaser in a choke hold
Totin smoke, we aint no muthafuckin joke
Thug Life, niggaz betta be knowin, we approachin
in the wide open, guns smokin
no need for hopin its a battle lost, I got across
Soon as the funk was poppin off
Nigga I hit em up

Outro: Tupac
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. click dressin up tryin ta be us
How the mess they gonna be the mob when we always on our job
We millionaires, killin ain't fair but somebody gotta do it
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna mess with us?
You little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggaz got sickle cell or somethin?
You fuckin with me nigga you mess around
and have a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the mess up, before you get smacked the mess up
That's how we do it on our side
Any of you niggaz from New York that wanna bring it, bring it
But we ain't singin, we bringin drama
mess you and your motherfuckin mama
We gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin opinion
Well this how we gonna do this
mess Mobb Deep
mess Biggie
mess Bad Boy as a staff record label
and as a motherfuckin crew
And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy
Then mess you too
Chino XL, mess you too
All you motherfuckers, mess you too

(take money)
(take money)
Alla y'all motherfuckers, mess you die slow motherfucker
My fo'-fo' make sure all y'all kids don't grow
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us
We the motherfuckin Thug Life rides West side till we die!
Out here in California we warn ya we'll bomb on you motherfuckers
We do our job
You think you mob, nigga we the motherfuckin mob
Ain't nuttin but killers and the real niggaz
All you motherfuckers feel us
Our shit's going triple and four-quadruple
(take money)
You niggaz laugh coz our staff got guns at they
motherfuckers belt, you know how it is
When we drop records they feel it
You niggaz can't feel it
We the realest, mess EM, we Bad Boy killin *echoes*

also there is this new N.G.O(non govermental organisation) N.C.O(non denominational organisation) that's having a praise nite on the 22nd of this month that's friday. it's happening at. All Saints Anglican Church Montegomery road Yaba Lagos. Starting by 10pm till dawn, Be There!!!!!!!



me nd my boi's re organizing a lil sumthin dis december on d beach and i want ta invite a few chicks from here, nd if any guy wants ta come u can but u will have ta pay a lil sumthin, it's free for chicks. Venue will be alpha beach, anyone interested should email me @ keepingit_gangstar@yahoo.com holla @ your bwoy, Date will be 27th of december Note: it's like a private party. ya'll also know that 27th is next week friday so please holla ASAP, chicks call me or email me if u wana come nd ya'll's gotta be tite. like i said it's a privare party so don't expect to see a crowd, also the deadline will be christmas day

All hail. Gbade.x