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mailmalc (m)
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4-2-2008 Mornin Freestyle
Morning Monday- i'mma bout to kick this track down the runway/ woke up , told myself "damn it's gon be a long day"/ said a very short prayer like thank u God/ nutty me, i couldn't even spare a min. to flip through his word/ all the same - i guess he understands our thoughts/ lest i forget, i woke up late - like some mins past eight/ mum was off for school run so i had to lock the gate/ switched on ma pc listened to Talib nd Styles P/ wdf like these days i'm so addicted to gangsta shit/ had a shower nd back to my pc/ logged on Nairaland- saw som freestyles 'Damn, some dude's are really sick/ made a call to a friend to check if he'was home/ left the house - streets were crowded like a war zone/ got to his place asked about his girlfriend nd he was like mayne bone/ nufin much/ just a little gist/ we spent the whole mornin watchin channel O/
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Po Deep (m)
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@mailmalc. Whudup G? Damn, I miss I-shine.
Anyhow sha, lets go:
let me just drop a few. . .
i DROP LINES like a fisher-man/ They call me da disser-man/ I see heathens smokin La just to be tha MOST HIGH/ But they can't match God even if they go try/ I move units like I was stealin log tables/ U'r such a bitch, I'll let my dog~rape~u/ I'm rap's phenomenon; Rap's the book, I'm the pen/ Rap's the crook, I'm the pen*/ (*penetentiary) I'm the sun, rap's the moon/ & I'm the son, rap's the womb!/ No one can kick it like "POetry DEEP of the 25TH" yea, that is the full title/ cross my path & have my guerillas pull rifles. . ./
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bolajibaok (m)
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POetry DEEP of the 25TH"? nigga please, all i see is a christmas turkey to be eaten on d twenty fifth mailmalc and C0-wackers masturbating like they were disvirgined wanstars no one can step to the flows of this gangsta po-deep tryin to be lyrically ill like bolaji is not by force why don't u try drumming shekere for obesere and pasuma my flows are fast /they stripped out like the lines on a puma being gangsta is not just visiting but acting out what u spit lyrically am so popular because i leave eternal impacts on all who ever dare to face me wordsmith always rested peacefully until he faced bolajibroke everyone now knows i schooled him lyrically because i am like his daddy mallthius, menike and co were scared of wordsmith they couldnt belief i could summon balls to destroy him lyrically not only did i destabilise him financially,i also ran him mad mentally i turned him into a worthless being like the broke at the end of d name of bolaji 1000 soldiers went down like an osama suicidal bomb dramatically but the most brutally hit general was the corrupt judge known as maverik now he is no where to be found but imprisoned by the efcc officials still serving his jail sentence/ he dissapeared like a smoke into the thinnest of air.
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chasisgirl (f)
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i am a young girl who loves to sing rap i goggle searched for rap battles and saw nairaland on entering it ,all i saw was bolaji this bolaji that i don't like to battle the guys i want to battle with the girls the only girls i see are chiogo, sharn06 and jessicalcb if these are your best battle girls then you guys are lacking so much competence
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Po Deep (m)
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Bolajibaok is at it again, This n*gga sucks so much COCK, hens run jealous~of~him/ Ask 99.9 percent of NL, see what dey tell~us~of~him/ He's a muthafuckin nuisance, the wackest pri ck alive!/ This homo has a crush on me, watch his di ck arise!/ Your ass has been exposed, u'r a biter & u don't exist outside the internet/ An official Nairaland slave, just like an unproductive bank account, a 'WASTE OF IN~TER~EST'!!/ A biased come-gargler, praises u now & disses u later/ Keeps tryin to 'come' hard, an unrepentant masturbater/ You're not worth my PUNCHES, what u need is a bitchslap!/ Always actin gangsta but we all know the only time you CAP niggaz is when u type in block lettaz or poke ur boyfriends in the mouth wit ya dickCAP!!/ dig that??// Nah! Its too complex 4 ur retarded bitch ass/. Keep my name out ur mouth before it chokes u up/ the only way u can be 'dope' is when I smoke u up/ BIATCH! 
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bolajibaok (m)
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''just like an unproductive bank account, a 'WASTE OF IN~TER~EST'!!/'''
@PO-SHIT OR BABY POOP
NO NEED TO FORCE IT WHEN YOU ARE NOT TALENTED. A COMPLETE DISPLAY OF WACKNESS AT ITS VERY BEST. ROFLMFAO
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Po Deep (m)
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**whistling**
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Po Deep (m)
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**humming Ikechukwu's "Wind am well" in boredom**
@Wordsmith, hey! Guess what! It seems the server is betta now, connection has been smooooth since morning!
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Po Deep (m)
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**humming Ikechukwu's "Wind am well" in boredom**
@Wordsmith, hey! Guess what! It seems the server is betta now, connection has been smooooth since morning!
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Po Deep (m)
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But hmmn. . . It seems to be doubling all my posts. . .
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I-Shine (m)
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Oh! Po Deep this is sick "i DROP LINES like a fisher-man",
@everyone: I miss this joint and it's good to see that heads are posting their materials, Props y'all,
check it~
I’m trying to move up like the switches/ Got into a fight then I carried stitches/ Sited on my throne, monarch of all I survey/ Born to be a writer, I don’t need their cliché/ Too many questions they directing at me/ Hard to answer, so I buzz like a bee/ Too many rapping but none addressing the issue/ They all just using hip hop like a tissue/ Too many stocked, they can’t even envision/ Reminiscing yea they trying to review their vision/ Too many going astray with no stricture/ They refuse to see the big picture/ Serving food for thought like a preacher/ Hip hop high priest like my name is Elijah/ Too many rhymes about a need for change/ Yet they selling their souls for some change/ Young generation trying to kick, push without reasoning/ Knuckle heads, they still ain’t learning/ Better figure out what your purpose is/ Internet gangsters, they’re no different from Curtis/ I’m tired of writing just to teach these niggaz/ What’s the alternative? Nothing but just to surpass/ I’m starving! Not for food but for a change/ No other word to describe their attitude but STRANGE/ 16 bars I’m ripping their souls like the holocaust/ Yea am preaching, turn your screen off if you feel exhaust/ Speaking in tongue like the Holy Ghost/ Nourish them like a parasite, now I feel like a host/ Come test me, I use words like a weapon/ Send him back to school for some lesson/ He ain’t on my level ‘because I speak that plain/ Talk more stupidly and am kicking him out of the lane/
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Alexpissu (m)
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I-Shine man nice 2 have u back. Po Deep,Wordsmith,Menike and Mailmalc keep it flowing. 1 love
Get the picture homeboi we ain't feeling your lame threats/ Every rhymes Alexpissu's drops get u off debts/ The coast is clear like am the Moses takin em off Egypt/ Let your thoughts be hip-hop or i let your body be crypt/ I see u as the referee not a rapper u scared 2 call Emcees names/ Son go officiate your game elsewhere or spit out your blames/ They all know My verse genuine like search the scriptures/ have being giving Nairander's sight cause am the preachers/ My flows is different cause i do no dissing am in 4 a change/ I be like an outcast to this rappers because the words are strange/ Taught i told ya not 2 give me props i'mma be willing 4 rap retire/ mission ain't done still keep the game movin like dunlops tyre/ this verse will be harsh on haters like harmattan/ let them quit rap they will be better as my summer stan/ If this verse is wicked better go feature Brick and Lace/ Am on new league man i gat a sick pace/
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Po Deep (m)
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Comparism. . .
PEACE One~love, One~blood, thumbs~up, shun~grudge, aint no need to pump~slugs//
Shake~hands, Make~plans to make~bands in the the 2008,~man//
Be~real, Please~chill, don't re~veal the~steel that u just re~filled to get a G~killed//.
Spread~the~word if u've read~the~word//.
WAR I gre~nade u just to cre~mate u Why'z it so hard for u to undastand that we~hate~u?! I de~grade u just to be~able~u to e~vade u. I don't know why God had to cre~ate u but I'm tellin u now, walk the otha way before we~waste~u//
This~is~war, hit~d'~door, jump in & hit~his~jaw, strip~his~whore rip~his~whore till ur d*ck~gits~sore//
Smack~da~dude, blast~ya~tool if he acts~a~fool!//
These are the two sides to Po Deep. Choose one.
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I-Shine (m)
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Choose one? Po Deep am down with the peace/ Lambadi artifacts, tell them to gather the piece/ On the road like Alexpissu I gat a sick pace/ Hip hop advocate, they wondering what’s in my suitcase/ We’re F.A.T. Boys/ Fashionable, Artistic, and Trendsetters/ All we do is scribble wisdom for Nairaland settlers/ We still ain’t rushing things like early semesters/ We take a step at a time like we playing checkers/ Tell them we taking over Seun’s forum/ T-mac’s, we got them locked in the podium/ It’s certain, we kick it like them young guns/ Didn’t do well so they preparing for the reruns/ While we making waves like the tsunami/ Haters are just staring from behind me/ What more can we say like Jay Hova/ Checkmate haters, this is game over/ No comment for these scrawny bastards/ Crawling talents we carry them on our shoulders/ We still doing it all the way like Mode 9/ We don’t quit half way, we rap divine/ I speak from the heart again/ Still not fronting ‘because ain’t in for the gain/ I was nobody early last year/ Now I am been loved even in Khamsiyah/ While we stay fresher, little niggaz look so faded/ Not happy with the creator, so they relocated/ We got no patience/ We just want to change clothes like radio stations/ Speak for the both side, call me the man in the middle/ I speak for the wild life, call me Dr. Do Little/ Put your champagne bottles in the air/ Let’s celebrate, party like crazy here and there/
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I-Shine (m)
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Anyone with Mode 9 and OD's new album should hook a brother up,
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Po Deep (m)
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Hook up. . . Like upload it?
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OldSYNC (m)
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Runaway runner may always come back to lock horns/ But i think all wounded civilians have not been used to thorns/ You are better off a prophet, go speak in tongues/ I hate it, I don't like human chewing junks/ I now remember, you are high, i offer you OD, they got u drunk/ If rap was the game, and ryhming miming with mami was the basket, you can't dunk/ U little dumb, i hate you sucking ur thumb, while I make you cramp/ Poor Dee' you always hate the deal, when you are not the real/ Kill the Bill, goats are not meant to pair with the ill/ Po-deep, my lyrics will forever spill, because u defaulted the bill/ Never rush here, never try crush here/ If you are frustrated, can't refresh here/ u unknown monk!
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I-Shine (m)
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@ Po Deep: If possible yes
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Po Deep (m)
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@I-Shine, c'mon dude, these brothaz gotta eat, both CDs'll cost you just 300 naira. Lets encourage our artistes by patronizing them financially.
@oldsync - Keep praying for my attention.
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Rapsody (m)
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Peace gods! Tha Rap Prophet is in d building! Drop d heat and reach 4 yo bibles!
Check: Just when they thot i wz finished/i ressurrected/ d drama almost had me extinguished/yeah,it wz hectic!
We all got battles 2 fight/mine is spiritual/ casting down imaginationz/mentally & lyrical/ been through d fire/i survived through d ritual!
Shed a few tears 4 my homie A.B/knew we hadnt had relatnz quite lately/ we used to kick it way back before i turned 180/ hrd A.B gon crazy frm d purple hazy!
Its kind of sad how thangs change/when u on d fast lane/ try to connect wt d hood/ relatns mad strained/ 2 much tragedy/2 many souljaz got slain/ u gotta change 4 d kids/and shawty who bears ur last name!
Wide is d road that leads 2 destruction/woe to the men who scorn wisdom and instruction/ my mind functions/under tha Holyghost's unction/ mix God wt d Mic/that is spontaneous combustion!
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Po Deep (m)
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Down right spontaneous combustion to the fullest indeed!!
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I-Shine (m)
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@Po Deep: It isn't my fault, I am not in Naija and maybe they need to start putting up their stuff on the internet for people like me to buy through iTunes or something.
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Wordsmith
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@ 25th,
what it is blood? I see u done murdered that clown. How u holding the fort down? A little' freestyle diss to spice things -
Now what would a cat do for these Bs, till they get cracked like CDs/ my flows spill/i'm so ill, even the Doc refused my CV/ move with thisstill not through with this/ logged on and still saw bjpiglet still a fool in this. . ./ i bring the Magic like Johnson, make 'em fools scream "Hokus Pokus!"/ the 'smith's still OFF THE HOOK like a song without a chorus/* beta u wail in the morning//bjclown just failed wit the bustin'/ the Word and '25th guaranteed to put the nail in the coffin/ silly clown accused me of biting Jada, fool u ain't got PROOF like D12/ on the battleground this B fell, while i squeeze shells, this fool sees hell/ being a p*ssyhole be's your life ambition/ Nland and hi5 done 'fcuked' u with no barriersa helluva admission!/ ladies n gents, gbade be like sepe to the drunkard/ . . . . like a middle finger to this fcuktard/ stole the show with my opener like bottle corks/* only time i can call bj a head is when he gurgles cocks/ bow and kiss the hand of this rude buoy/ i'm done pimpslappin' this sucka, here comes the closer like Jude Law/*
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Alexpissu (m)
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Emcees be wondering why my flows aint got duplicate/ I flip verses all the way am Nairaland's bro syndicate/ Alexpissu's still spitting it dead like the caskets/ smoking lame newbies like cigar packets/ loyal 2 the game till my face hit the motherfucking door/ am not destined 2 quit rap as my mouth go sore/ Nigga i don't need bullets on my body to act a gangster/ My lips gat a razor my new name is Alex Sangster/ Am doing this ish for the fun of it and let these fools breath/ postin stupid shit is niggaz hobby gotta put him 2 death/ Oldsync and Po Deep bringing more dramas than theaters/ 2 emcees can't sit on a throne the battle will leave 1 in tears/ word on the site BJ got 4 id's dude that act is gay/ it can't make u classic thats why your words are clay/ My state of mind gat no comparison like mountain everest/ Didn't i tell before u spit wise u need an armrest/
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Alexpissu (m)
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Yeh am repping d thread wit a smile my mind gone platinum/ my hands busy stomach filled wit words lazy walking like fat mum/ If the lyrics can be spent then my words gat many riches/ emcees haven't written more than a book am nairaland's niches/ I-Shine never stops his stories keeps flowing like river Nile/ his floetry gat u 2step back u scared of his 9/ Mailmalc sick wordsplay reminds u of your worst days/ Never go against him u be mocked like nursed gays/ Po Deep gat many battles like he's the defending champ/ lacing these newbies when he want 2 like vamp/ Menike still throwin punches without Don King consent/ he said bitchniggaz aint worth one cent/ Seun told Wordsmith 2 visit Doctor Phill cause of his ill flows/ he ain't spitting in fear cause he makes devil crows/ My nigga Mathuss sometimes i ask if he was born in sparta/ some people call him the new rap carta(carter)/
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Po Deep (m)
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Mad props to u Alex! That was damn ill! No flattery.
Ay yo 'smith, I don't need to give u props, u'r props itself! Stay fly.
@I-Shine, aight dawg.
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Maverik
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Niggaz shot Mav in the back i can't try 2 react because that is a black maybe
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jchublue
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I do this rap shit for free, give my takings to Charity/ am cool like Lupe, but once i spark hemp, i transform in the recording booth like Clark Kent/ i put a red dot on u, ur now a marked man, dead man walking like the movie Marked for Death ur flows are cheap, like shoes from Barratts/ Thats a new hair-cut, what style do u call it/ its obvious u share the same barber with that Joleon Lescott kid/ to complete ur look, all u need to do now rub some palm-oil, shit! I chop rocks on the blocks, call that kungfu hustle/ u can't face me, u like a pint glass at a bar, u have no bottle/
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bolajibaok (m)
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bolajibroke is the dopest/wordsmith cannot even ignore me wordsmith life hasnt been the same since he faced me the rap world was scared of him i brought d hell that kept him scared in 2006 niggas does regular freestyles ,now in 2007 nowadays they can't rap without nameplaying bolajibroke 100times watch how i take over his brain and that of his siblings his rap career was exposed of biting style n jada new mixtape cds full gore and blood i spill like am killer instinct fulgore i burn down the entire family lineage replica of a bjbroke mafioso even brodas like podeep got hit by stray bullets of bj the serial assasin the rap game isnt for lily livered shaky shaky daddys in need of procold when the beef war begins next time be sure u come over-prepared because bolajibroke leaves impact like d scars on the head of that nigga maverik
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Wordsmith
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dude, that was seriously damn wackand i ain't even jokingur wackness is unbecoming, step ur game up son.
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Alexpissu (m)
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Po Deep thanks for the comment .
The year 98 was when i connect my soul 2 the mic tool/ music became my life nigga i express myself through tha instrument am cool/ My rap got techniques u be wondering how i score niggaz/ Never being coached this lyrics leave u blind like i offered u tear gaz/ Pissu been planting words since childhood the root is endless/ Fakers can't pest my lyrics my hip-hop fruit is ageless/ Have seen the whole hip-hop drama like a veteran/ Nairaland still can't do without me like needin dextran/ Am not 50 but i gotta ask emcees 21 questions about Me/ Who influenced this thread no battle thread without me/ My flows still deep never lacks stay current like kanji dam/ Electrocute haters till dey move slow like traffic jam/
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I-Shine (m)
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Alexpissu I see you, "Never being coached this lyrics leave u blind like i offered u tear gaz/" - That is sick respect,
We don’t talk to police, they think we mental/ We settle our problems with the metal/ The other day a friend got shot, straight bullet/ Arms and legs cold, all I did was to sweat/ Police got there in 2 minutes, no I am lying/ I meant a second, no one was expecting/ Yellow tapes around the scenario/ Chalk drawings, ground filled with ammo/ Its unbelievable James has crossed to the other side/ I was close to heaven too, James was by my side/ Now am been questioned for no reason/ Detective saying its gang related shit ain’t listening/ Now he is asking which gang group we belong to/ God safe me I am about to be cuffed too/ He is trying to send me away like the others/ All I did was to keep quiet, waiting for my lawyer/ Stupid trick brought in bread and butter/ I knew what’s next, my heart begins to flutter/ See Jamal was forced last week to eat bread and butter/ Wasn’t asked anything, he began to utter/ Jamal turned snitch and he was gunned down/ Snitch don’t live long in my town/ Thinking of what’s next, my advocate popped in/ Detective dropped the bread and butter in the bin/ My advocate asked me if I have said something/ I whispered into his ears, Yo! I haven’t said nothing/ Detective looks frustrated, I can tell with his face/ He wasn’t happy so he put on his shade/ Some permanent shit still can’t wiped off/ The harsh reality that James has been logged off/ Now am been released to my advocate/ Walking down my block all I see is the yellow tape/
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