i kno sm 'o yall gon hate me 4 dis,bt i felt iw was long time coming Nairaland emceez took a break from the incessant 'Gun-talk' and braggadocious freestylez by droppin some verses on their experiences wt d 4-letter word (L.O.V.E).
Whateva yo steez,feel free to xpress yoself on the subject. If u in luv,rhyme bout it, if u aint feelin no one,rap it up or if u feenin 4 sm broad or fella,spit it out!

WARNING: No gay verses up in hurr! Ya gotta be str8.

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Yeah, she just got in. . .her scent gbade couldn't bypass/
school's in session, but i swear shawty's in a high class/
the lecture theater and the professor's coming/
all that talk about Calculus and sh*t and on paper, we be gunnin'/
sweet 16s in there, me's cookin up rhymes, dreaming these 16s/
she walks in, heads turn, seats with a grace this pristine/
damn, she's just beside me, said hi/
was thinkin' whether i get macking or be mere nice/
the pen losts it, the 'Smith tried ta force it/
all that Gun talk, "cock glocks n drop clips. . ."/
never got me prepared for when i'd talk shit/
ah frag it, i might as well start with the macking/
Playas Circle authorised with the backin'/
oh well, we got to know each other/
almost had her number, but some dumbass male friend started actin the Big Brother/
class is over, shit i been trippin' like i lost my footin'/
the hell. . .i put my foot in, gave that sucka the booting/
we talked some, walked her over to her hall/
the 'Smith be's that gentleman, ready ta ball/
but shawty got a thing for the books/
so do i, but i got a thing for her looks/
with them nerdy ass friends of hers, seemed like i was a mere distraction/
homies be like "to your heart, she got the keys like Alicia, u's just a mere entraped one"/
academics came callin', that familiarity came falling/
had ta study hard while 'em cats kept yawning/
'tis like we grew apart//shit blew my heart/
picked up in fragments, like i got a beat down blue n black/
got over//walked over that shit/
took the pen back n bust over that spit. . . ./


. . . .lol, i gotta stop. Nice thread Mave. . .

@Chiogo
Awww! Dat wz so touching. U never rily told us how both of yall lost dat magik. Guess its true what they say bout luv. Sh*t dnt last!

@Wordsmith
lavlay,just lavlay! I rily like dis linez:
"but shawty got a thang 4 d books/i do too,bt i got a thang 4 her looks"
And this one;
"tis like we grew apart/sh*t blew my heart"

Tell me sumpn,son! Was shawty dat same chick u waz scheming on at skul? Xpress yoself negroe.

Maverick. . .

Believe me i was about to start this very topic yesternight . . .
But i thought y'all might find it boring. . .

Maverik:

WARNING: No gay verses up in hurr! Ya gotta be str8

Tee hehehe,that's funny. u don't want Mouth Gig pumpin' and his crew to participate??

@ Mave,

yep, same gurl. Smooth sailing in the beginning, then some friend of hers with a dome the size of Waynehead's bleeped my day up. Homeboy was trippin', always in my biz (and that is mackin'). Either ways, it had to be menu-pause, will get shit poppin' as soon as i get to school. . .

@Sly
Luv birdz think alike (i think?)

@Chiogo
Lol

@Wordsmith
Do yo thang,son! She's gotta hve a thang 4 ur swag,steeze and delivery. Stay ahead of d competition and get yo diamond in d ruff. A gud gurl iz like champagne:they get better wt time. Go get em!

@chiogo
blewjob pimpin thats a brand new name for ya mama gurl. great thinkin chibitch

@maverik
yo biTCh ass MAVERIK is looking for love now. jerusalem niggas cant bump heads with certified thugz like us . best option for this bitch ass maverik. fall in luv with chiogo with ur love poems, impregnate her, fight menikebitch and kill her baby,

LOVE POEMS MY FOOT ,.IDIOT . he dey take style style find wife.

"Certified thug" he he he! Somebody help,i think i just heard a ghost speak! Must be dat tequila frm d jump last nite

@Wordsmith
Pls check d coffin we buried dat retard wt. I smell dead folks.Might hve to get me sm garlic and crucifix quick.

Lol @ chiogo. . .


@ Rapsody,

i jus checked up on the retard. . .dude ain't in his coffin no more, but not to worry. . .i bought a space at Okija shrine for that retard, them "boombaye boombaye bungada" priests could use his remains as spare parts. . .for them trado- shizzle and all that. . .

lets get back to the subject.
here's my verse:

They say a man falls in love/once in a lifetime/
since u left/aint being in ma right mind/
i get d jonez in my bonez/when its night time/
aint no other girl/in d world that is like mine/
remember when we first met/i was on ma love-vendor game/
bt i had to respect/how u had this love-vendor slain/
crawling off d wall/sagging at d drawerz/
fallin over love/
slackin at d jawz/
damn! You had me twisted/your wordz had me lifted/
wishin on a star? Nah/i just kissed it/
took a little while/bt i knew i had u/
made u stick close to a nigga/like a tatoo/
wish i never did it/wish i let it slide/
when your girl came giving/
it to me on d side/
yeah,that was stupid/i was young and foolish/
im much wiser now/your boy Mav be on sm kool sh*t/
i still got affekt n lady/its only natural/
i hope u realize im honest/writing this verse for you!
im soooo sorrri,ma? You stil down wt a nigga? Hola! You got d numba.

hip hop luv is like a pinball stuff
i goes up and back down to where it took off 4rm
and when ur moves just strong
ur gurl will do wat's done on for watever u've got in d blue sean john
and my type is d boo rocks
turn u into billionaire if u introduced her like stock
it's neccessary 2 get d b 4 d anniversary
so if u catch me at d park pls i'm just up for it
i mean d heat dat's released when we on d spring
or better still d one dat she feels when she's on d thang
tripping on d stick like is joystick without d keys
so if u want with colomb theses r things u ought 2 learn.

@ Mave,

awwgh, tough l.u.v, dawg! Damn, shawty be real hurt and sh*t. . .u gotta go get her son! Do whateva u gotta man, keep it pimpin'. . . .err sorry meant to say mackin'

(damn, whatsa wrong with you 'Smith?)

@ The judge

nigga u sic for this one, Malthuss also got a love tale to tell

said i was her first, to me she was the next 'till i got caught up in her net

Ellenique u still unique, fck da rest to me u alwayz be da best
she from that rainbow nation the city of Jo'burg
eyes pierced through ma soul, that night, right here in the city of Edinburgh

r reminisce ma, conversation was mornin noon n night ma
when cellphones and batteries couldnt stand da heat ma
we connected spiritual n thats when shit got real deep man

You said i'd fall when ur love comes callin'
i said nah nah i'd be with ma peeps n we be straight ballin'
cupid got me good and like Pink i couldnt stop fallin'
yeah u were taller but 4 real i was feenin' for ma shorty

bonnie and clyde version 2006
or shall i say me and ma bitch chic
loved that smile that look n that accent
that african essence that shit that made Malthuss lose his senses

went unprotected burst XYs  boo was like nigga fck that, cant have that
clinic in no time, baby think twice ~~  baby out one time
but i still love ya
anytime i hear Lumidee's honestly ~~  girl i think of ya


peace

Nice one Sharon, nice one! Like Chi put it, straight up Poetic!

Cats droppin' it real hot! Lavlay, Malthuss! State that status, doe!

@Wordsmith
ya kno karma's a beeyotch and all dat sh*t. I played one 2 many. Sumpn be telling me shawty aint coming back,yo kno. Awww sh*t,frag it!

Take heart bro, at least you've got a retard to bitchslap as consolation.

PS : did ya ever apologize or was the situation like that Timberland song with One Republic?

@Wordsmith
Twas more like R Kelly's "When a woman's fed up". And Jigga's Song cry. Whateva son,Mav be on sm other smuv now,ya kno.

@Errbody
Thanx 4 blessin d thread,yall! Colombs,welcome 2 d club.Yo got dat fabolos type flow goin on.I appreciate dat .

Sharon,dat was sm deep poetry right thurr,reminiscent of d 25th! Love u ma!

Malthuss,2 bad u and yo nubian queen had 2 come to such a pass. Wt all dat jazz bout populatn explosion,why ya had 2 go and burst d XYs,Nigga? Aint mad,tho! Keep it comin.

Mav , nice thread check my ish out

Yo ma you got em crazy catwalks like Britneys
Got my heart paused when i was doing my 16's
She got Beyonce kind of looks her ass was off da hook
write her love poems more than author of a book
The lonely flower in the garden she's my weed
Prayed 4 her not to b stepped on 4 my soul bleed
She's a law student our relationship was legal
I felt like a King with the traditional regal
Stroll down the block peops stare at us like we superstars
She told me to promise to put behind bars
I had to do it cause i didnt want 2 flirt fears loosing her
Neither did i want 2 caress pain which i didn't prefer
Lord forgive me for the ungodly act we did in church
Let me recieve her own punishment of the birch
What a life Freinds where hating on we 2 re-union
My homie outplayed me like a word of premium
She acting so strange now why she frowning now
Am empty of myself to her my name aint a noun
How can i Survive this like Troy without the big Walls
try to page her she banned my calls
Next she at my crib pleading that she was misled
told her i gat a new chick that our memories is dead

@Alexpissu
Damn,son! Too bad shawty had 2 play herself like dat,yo kno. Guess u schemin on sm nu broad now,unh?

feeling's so cold
games too old
bitch sittin alone,looking too prone
homies walk up to her~like she's a hoe
guy to her rescue~man,leave her alone
looked into her eyes~tears inside
brimmin to the top~making her cry
he asks her why~she says never mind
he says something funny~he makes he smile
the beginning of romace~love divine
he's understanding,lovin,caring and kind
she thanks the stars for the first time he came
making her feel complete~gave her a name

sup judge Marv, hope i'm not late. mi got love tales to tell too. Aiight let me start with this rough work.



like 'Malc be wantin to sail on 'a love boat/
been quite long though still got tha' love note/
saw a movin beauty damn ! a brother gotta get game/
moved closer to her  .    .     .  /
kind'a roared like the lion in me was about to be tammed/
shawty was wit a sista had to xcuse her/
we had a chit chat gave me the digits wit little resistance/
like a polished surface we were gettin along smoothly/
i was no love pro but be sure i wasn't a rookie/
she'z got that glamour/
that could peirce the armor of a playa's heart/
never knew about the joker/
till i noticed the way she waz pullin her cards/
malc b' up for the betta but she was up for the cheddar$/
jst few weeks together i cursed the day i met her/
no word could be better, now this was y i left her/
she's got a hand drill to bore holes on pockets/
Bleep the cupboard she had more skeletons in her toilet/
nxt thing r ma gettin harrassed by cult boyz/
like Justin Gatlin i had to run 200m's for my life/
she wuz from lag, some lagos girls Na Wah ! /

@Mav

Ol boy no blame me. . . shebi love is blind

@'Pissu
lets the broads go. remember TROY

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