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ravenzord (m)
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@ i-shine:thanks man,but dose lines ain't mine.s'mun mailed em 2 me nd i decided 2 bring it here.feel ur flos,although they're kind of long.kip it real
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tianshie (m)
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Tianshie's in tha building!!! lol sh*t's so easy,
Twenty one mics salute tha King
when I say cheers my french chic say salut! wit me
I'm heavyweight cause my rhymes phat
u aint spat if u aint stood at tha range wit me and squeezed gats
I'm bad cats like MJ wit that hit track
f*ck being back I never left like bright chics when times are dark
u know tha name so b*tches act right
recognise game like hun-ters when you buckle in that rhyme fight
tha industry's best and I'm top flight
like eagle nests on mountaintops I'm top notch u aint that
I got punchlines and elbow jabs
metaphors and swords bows and arrows tip of my tongue laced wit poison barbs
I can't c u cause I stand taller
spit that lethal sh*t like salmonella u get infected because I'm iller
u want beef? come get a raw deal son
I'ma pop u wit a Lupo like a mafia don
u can't bust back because ur spineless
connect wit tha crowd witout physical contact like a radio wireless
I stay fly like musca
domestica u aint goin nowhere like a bandit on a picture poster
Sup Gbade? Sup Paddy? been on tha grind for a little,
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Wordsmith
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Tight ish tianshie! Yeah, i know how that sh*t bestay on that grind like a grater!
Bless!
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Wordsmith
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. . .and "The Mic Science" continues. . .
Once again i write off the tip of the pen/
time and again, doesn't matter the which or the when/
thoughts fly by//
. . .like comets through the night sky/
a sick verse engraved like a dino fossil/
ill bars enclosed like a swallowed morsel/
keep that mic on the stand, while you 9-5 that job/
on 'em gritty streets, wit ur life on a stand, thugs 9-5 that glock/
like 360 degrees, you expect the crowd to come round/
the dilemma: do u spit raw or like handicaps, ur flows u dumb down?/
either way, the decision goes two ways/
move the crowd while yet u bust like an Uzay/
keep that mic in balance like equilibrum/
put that back in motion, beta yet get Kels to start the ignition/
i'm at the crossroad//i ask; what do i bust fo'?/
is it for a battle where i rush ya [Russia] like Moscow?/
still on the crossroad, do i equate that burden with that crossload?/
slay wack mcs when the need be/
come dope on a verse like 'em thick trees/
The Mic i turn to Science/
analyse empirically every verse, never leave 'em speakers in silence/
food for thought, watch how i feed your cerebral cortex/
more yet//from that mic watch how i trade that Word like Forex/
till time permits, i dismiss this class in session/
put ur mind on the right, it's way past direction/
hunger for more? I keep u satiated with that shit way past the midsection/
. . .*ahem*, "The Mic Science" shall continue in earnest. Will keep u "students" posted on the next coming lecture
@tianshie:
'sup tianshie? How zit going with that 9-5? Stay on that grind, playa, stay on that grind. . .
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Wordsmith
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Is Nairaland dead or what?! Where them heads at?!
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ravenzord (m)
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man,it ain't dead.nairaland went on a break,missed it like craaaaazy.i'll drop a verse soon
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I-Shine (m)
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Switch to the light of hip hop so call me hip hop Switch plates/
Been rising rapidly that’s why these wannabe’s hates/
Lost in my rhymes that I can’t be helped/
Rate at which I am going it seems I have been spelled/
But my rap game is rootless and yea my lifestyle rootless/
Forced through changes with the hydraulic press/
Certified hip hop heads watch me rock the crest/
Hip hop is still breathing no doubt I am an acquiesce/
‘because I am hip hop and hip hop is me/
Skirmish myself like the Battle of the Bismarck Sea/
Words raising evenly brows of emcees eyes/
Hip hop emperor like that French general called Napoleon i/
I am a warrior and I don’t have to carry a sword/
Winning souls for hip hop with my words/
Street education to the essence/
Tell these bling rapper their style is obsolescence/
Ain’t Busta Rhymes but a rhyme buster/
Talk debris about hip hop and
I will castigate you with my knuckle-duster/
Hip hop in their dream now they’re hypnophobia/
I am hip hop god giving wack emcees rapnophobia/
hahaha I am out y'all nuff love
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bolajibaok (m)
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tight ish , keep it real gangstas
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menike (m)
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Is Nairaland dead or what?! Where them heads at?!
yo I'm just chillin for now man but I'ma be back wit anotha basic sh**t |
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tianshie (m)
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Sup Gbade? tight ish.
You know how it is, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do 
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chiogo (f)
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oops. . . y'all thought i was gone??
well, i ain't goin' nowhere
Am backkkkkkkkkk!!!  for reAlz
Took me some vacation to clear some issues
And from what i saw y'all was on the DL too
But now am back to spit that crack
Like fat joe, cash comes first and if u don't like it, just fall back
Better ask my ex, he like *mami's naught-y
he knows because he's my roc bo-y
we just deliver lyrics like cash flow
I know y'all mad because she sassy
But she don't really care because she proud as hell
And if u don't like that too, u can go to hell. 
chiogo's in tha house, put 'em up. put 'em up
what am finna say is i got this locked up
a'ight go 'head and suck ur teeth
Am done because i can't stand that stank breath
Y'all know what it is
Been done told you, this ain't no diss.
I just focus on my focus so u better focus on yo focus.
I know i suck but what it do
I'mma keep doin' what it do
What u gon do bout that??
u ain't gon do squat!!
I'll keep doin' what i do because
Best believe, y'all love it
so i heard so I'mma be back to collect 
for now, crack crack crack.
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menike (m)
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chiogo u ready I got the crack crack I ain't seen no spitter Me n' my CHIOGO got NL rap thread goin' insane Speak no english but we spit in spanish Senorita mi amor mucho gusto mi amor I'm me but not better than a man with two genes Chiogo my other, she got that smile pouring for fame She's my B and call me young Hov No disrespect but otha rappers to me, sound like fake foes Chiogo get em' get them harder Got love for u like there was no other And u knw I'm that boys that put smiles on ya face when I spit fire |
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chiogo (f)
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A'ight menike done told y'all
we like the new bonnie and . . . . u know d rest
Just trying to put our talents to a test
And together, what we got. . . . a dope-ass chick and a fly-ass nigga
Y'all don't be mad because u wishin' you was us
But like MiMS told ya, u ain't because u're not!!
Daddy got me speakin' spanish like *mira chico 
now he ain't gon need no mira chick oh
because I got this locked up for him
He like damn mami!!!
He got me so hypnotized, I ain't rhyming no more
Oh, well, what a chick to do?? dude is hard-core
I'mma try to keep my cool because am cold!!!
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menike (m)
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Ohh You cold I got the comfort Plus the chevy packed with stacks n' gums We like the bonnie and . . . . u know d rest - Ok I get it Like the mist in the tantrum we both walk in fame Serach the holy demon in wackos like J5 rappin' Don't a b5 to tell me u high of Hydralics U in Boston thats just a few mins away Like an MTV presenter baby we'll get lost in between the hair of Sway I'm ya role model - You like a real playmate God bless us My lines might sound wack but the hype is high You cut throat like a G, Baby I love that pretty Don't blame me so bad but I guess my chic is calling' - Hold On Hello |
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chiogo (f)
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I know we on the phone but i still gotta holla
because like playas we ball hard. .a
ooh, u got d comfort
well, i got da blanket
I don't know why i gotta spell it out for y'all
we keep it gangsta everyday
because my town is d deal, welcome to beantown
where d whole show really goes down
because right now u just seein' d preview
Me and my uh . . . show you d full version on d plasma screen TV
We be pimpin' and stylin' errday but ever since i met papi
The pimp in me died because daddy be upgradin' and shit
just when i thought we got all them shit
See why he's a king because he provides by every means
I'm like babay let me cater 2 your needs
See why he's my roc boy
because he's my hood boy
go'n hate, am his queen
why u think he stay at Queens
So he cld be closer to his queen!!
pheww, that was fun, gotta go, boo-boo.
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menike (m)
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@Chiogo U are a Queen ma' . I gotta love ya style n' confidence love u ma' |
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chiogo (f)
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awww  right back at'cha. love u too sweetness.
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menike (m)
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I spray the eagle, click and reload, i aint talkin bout birds
Triangle dead bodies like ghosts and make em eyewitness to murder
A double league repeater at 45, I spit bullets similar to cardiac
The hero I posses enables u deliver a penny as ya daily bread
This niggas like a school snakes, small in size and loves to get eaten
I don't eat a snake but I let the congress watch me beat him for taste
This nigga thinks he a star but u're a loser at the highest stake
Climbin that ladder, all I heard was chatter, more fear than hate
I call out dude, place em' in a table and decide their fate
Never pop bottles like little' Wayne but I go down durty south like Luda
A born East coast nigga I reign supreme on all Nairaland niggas like Kenneth Mcgriff
A dope dealer, YES, polished my game n' stepped up to deliver u lame
Beast be the best in a nigga I serve pork chop for dinner
Menike clap niggas under the mattress cusz dey don't deliver
1.3 million battles but still a semi cattle u just bore me
Ya chic's clits shaved up- watch me lick it cusz it's all 4 me
The lyricist and the deliveral I put cloths to poverty
Shelter ya produced semen, nuture it into a crooke or thief
4 2yrs Menike's put fake cunts to shame, and still whores is rattled
I got this Nairaland Rap thread on checkmate, I don't need no battles |
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I-Shine (m)
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Check it~
Whatz up hommie it’s been ages/
No doubt life is in stages/
But you shouldn’t have left your boys feeding off wages/
Couldn’t remain on the same chapter so you flip pages/
But ain’t mad at you/
I guess you had no clue/
Just wish you looked back soon/
Pouring out rhymes we rap platoons/
Now old in the game, wearing the bottom of my trousers rolled/
Number of real emcees shrinking, truth is what I unfold/
Fighting for the top before I wear the badge/
Couldn’t stop day dreaming now I am in rap holy land like The Hajj/
I have no idea where hip hop is taking me/
But for sure I will soon find out mini-me/
Thanks to my foes who thought me I can do anything/
Victory ring I am wearing like Martin Luther King/
Let me your ears fellas I just hit the skies/
I manage in a makeshift way but I didn’t improvise/
Wasn’t born with a sliver spoon, no wonder ain’t use to ice/
Gave props to whom its due yea am 9ice/
Didn’t bother to search for fame ‘because I didn’t want to pay the price/
Wasn’t willing to learn so I took no advise/
But how they going figure me out when I fall/
Couldn’t move an inch now am in thrall/
But hey I was born in mouse hole like Jay/
Wanted a way out of the hole so I pray/
I am from the gutter but ain’t ashamed/
Inhospitable thought foes I can’t be tamed/
I scaled through hard times/
No wonder I keep writting my life history in every rhymes/
Think 2ice before throwing your past out of the window/
‘because you might be needing it sooner than you think BINGO!
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tianshie (m)
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It's tha Nairaland heavyweight battle King again. . . (2 years runnin' - y'all should be ashamed of ya selves!)
Yo you gotta feel me like a hypodermic
sh*t is dope so you can say my guts is psychedellic
my skill is chronic cause I been ill from birth
got tha virus in tha mic when I sick combat
hope I got your ears like Tyson
I got tha cake why y'all scramble for tha icing
I up tha stakes till you lose ur breath
drown u in deep flows cause ur out of your depth
punchlines knock your mouthguard out
stay on point like hour hands till your time run out
I'm underground like pepper in a bad blender
got paper like a stuck printer f*ck a rich teacher
you can serve the beef or eat crow
I rip tha crowd like a mad surgeon- peo-ple!
I shut your game like daniel did in tha den
aint a dawwg born that can measure up to me in tha pen.
Sup Gbade? Sup Paddy?
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menike (m)
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Tianshie give me the mic Check
I muve weight and put lyrics that makes u blind
Gather shame of men and embark it into anotha lyrical deliverance
Menike still the DON DELA CAPONE so I don't need no Nairaland King status
I run New York better than, run ya lifestyle and make ya tragedy my smile
Don't talk wit kids, Niggas I talk with family
I use cheddar cheese n' make u look like a sample of a rat
Tianshie this niggas are clowns, they need more of Wordsmith science lectures
I'ma get Jduck back on this thread so they cud learn more from a gospel thread
Walk the walk of a gangsta, I never hesitate to pull a trigger
Act nice or get dragged, because'll blast the long tech 9
Like forgotten groceries', u'll be in a 'bag a long time'
My verse slaughters . . . when I spit . . . it's similar to when a glass shatters
No mercy,its every man for himself. . I knock ev'ry hot heat while y'all just panic
I'm like a terrorist with touretts syndrom I'll Blast You At Random
I'm done playin with this preschoolers, Hey guys whats up with the kiddy rhymes
I smoke this kats, i'm gettin str8 10's on this verse like sellin dimes
They say the got alotta pride but couldnt rise to the occasion singin the National Anthem
With ease, Nairaland knows for 2yrs i'm like a monster on the loose
Steppin up to me and you'll catch my AK, with 700 round clips
A win ? Yes , I make u look like a lost Monopoly card
I bring heat that send frosty through dynamic meltdown
I'll leave ya sorry ass for my fav NL sistas Chiogo n' Snazzydawn to roast
Move the picture on ya obituary and paste it on the pillar of hell
Make no mistake I never wished to eva wish u well
Wish darkness around me - Nigga welcome to the fame of hell |
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bolajibaok (m)
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rap cats representing the nig to the illest, great work guys, ask anybodi who could flow big.?my naija cats busting ill on the mic. much respect yall
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Alexpissu (m)
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NUFF RESPECT TO ALL RAP CATS
Check this**
Memorize ma whole verse before u spit venom
leave ma pen right on your dome cause i raise hell on
Ma rap verse is forbideen 4 wankstas dey don't bite
stick ma leg in your nose and let me see you light
ma rap style is turning to barber given em a new look
nigga aint here to beef you cause i gat a new cook
I see niggaz droping verses like their heads gone off
You's dicklickin man's semen fcuk off u pissing me off
ma wordplays got this site on a vacation see em beggin
because your see ma flows like the rain never stops still coming
punchlines amputate your toes use em as my halotips
cause i will still meet you in hell where i will be on night shift
stepping to me is like you putting your d*ck in hell 4 erection
move this punk cause You's irrelevant like crippled aiming king position
the cause of your hardship is You masturbatin my punchlines
Nigga aint here to ressurect You still in your darkest night I-shine
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t-rex007 (m)
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some guys here are ill while some are very very whack.wont say much. [b][/b] |
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ravenzord (m)
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MY C.V
I have a natural,innate,in-born propensity
4 spitting flows that cut deep u feel their intensity
but hey,don't go pointing fingers,accusing me of tautology
i spit what ispit;i owe no one apologies
i schooled in d streets;majored in hustlenomics
was taught how 2 rule d streets,nd get my hustle-on-it
was trained 2 face life alone,kind of like a lone ranger
2 never lose my nerve,2 be scared of no danger
i hit'em haters as soon as d mike's in my possession
nd den i get'em squashed,leave em in a depression
i'm so different;i'm way out of the regular
nd when i diss i go straight 4 d jugular
i'm adept at dodging slugs,ma nigga i gat skillz
i'm perpetually on drugs,ma nigga i'm so ill
nd i really don't know whether or not u're feeling me
but y'all just checked out d 1st part of my resume
, to be continued
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mailmalc (m)
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Big ups for all em ill spitters stepping up the rap freestyle game with tighter flows . . menike, hybrid-x, naijafan, Rapsody, tianshie, wordsmith,I Shine, chiogo, my main man alexpissu and others. It's been a while but now yo it's the second coming of mailmalc. Hope i still got it. enough of the blings plantinums nd chevy crystals oh lest i forget (in advance) merry christmas |
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mailmalc (m)
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***Clears Throat***
The Bible My Idol . . . true discliple My Rifle
mind shot and let their brains navigate in Circles
we all know gospel's gat more rhythm like hip hop
we combine both. . . use it and it still feels hot
like a bell ma name rings more dan your cell phone
right on the peak of the streets where i got ma self on
still holdin strong to the cliff . . . niggaz fell from
wit God behind me, who should i fear for ? therefore
. . (Lord) in all my tribulations u hear my call
a subject of your reign i forever bear your sword
the joyfulness in me got me scoring goals
not in sports . . but that i get from winning souls
To foes i gladly put em in 4 + 2 feet
one fact; . . . for you all am too fit
my critical thinking lies on my lyrical upbringing
so when i hear a weak rap verse i get a bad feeling
some flows spontaneous this aint a chemical reaction
am thrilled is like a movie just check out the action
wacks sound like bad drum because they don't beat
possibly a goat instead of rappin they just bleat
malc ammo doubles so he's quick wit a Come back
been here before. . came, saw and i conquered
(i warned That)
Brought my nine in hurr am always ready for Combat
i checked the thread, saw no threat so kept my Gun Back |
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mailmalc (m)
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A chat-freestyle i did for a nairalander . . . wasn't pre-written and within a time space of less than 5mins.
97% the same as the original
back in the days we just mime words/now we rhyme words/
originality burning up our minds like we fight wars/
as individuals we've been faced wit challenges/
but i lay up strategies/ like shoes we lace life wit no remedies/
u wont understand why my lyrics are deep now/
i' was pregnated wit flows i deliver hot ish am mean now/
dropin hot shit on papers u got the flame in u/
peeps go ahead try crack those brains in u/ aiight
light words so i spit to rep where i come from/
music lessons rises above the levels of battle nd love songs/
it's inspirational people you don't force it/
like blood it flows through your veins u can't stop it/
rather you lift it higher than sky scrappers/
so e'ry one get your point like scorin goals for lakers/
am all hurr wit no paper no pen just chattin/
i stil shoot bals 4 all even witout batting/
let your mouth sing and your pen bleed/
the ink of your thoughts it's most sacred/
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chiogo (f)
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hey, @mailmalc, 'sup with d blue font?? it's s'pozd to be my style only!!!  sikeee, am just kiddin'. that was tyt but next time, don't be crampin' my style.
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bolajibaok (m)
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blue colour?? tsk tsk
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chiogo (f)
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@mailmalc, I got u, buddy. u didn't have to provide those links. I seen u on d forum games section. I was just messin' with ya.
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