I POUND GROUND and cause earthquakes. . . DOWNTOWN!/ So BOW DOWN!/
Make you 'surrender' in audio battles too. . . cos I 'SURROUND SOUND!'/

I IGNITE YA FACE with RICIN SPRAY/ and make ya run like TYSON GAY/
This ‘bald nigga' using hair relaxer. . . . now he got MICRO-WAVES!/

Im EXPOSING YA DUMB RAPS/ I FOLD YOU LIKE LUNCH PACKS/
with flows thats 'over ya head'. . . like SHOULDERS ON HUNCH-BACKS!! /

Your style of EMCEEING IS OLD/ like tracks from NINA SIMONE/
So you 'playing yaself'. . . if you think you in a LEAGUE OF YA OWN!/

I SMASH YA TEAM/ TRAMPOLINE on ya back and CRACK YA SPLEEN/
Then spray ya ‘blood’ over ya T.V. . . now you got a ‘PLASMA’ SCREEN!!/

Ya girls name is JULIA, YES?/ You TRULY ARE BLESSED/
But u ain’t got monopoly on her BEAUTIFUL BREASTS. . . . it’s ‘COMMUNITY CHEST’!/

Ibime:

I SMASH YA TEAM/ TRAMPOLINE on ya back and CRACK YA SPLEEN/
Then spray ya ‘blood’ over ya T.V. . .  now you got a ‘PLASMA’ SCREEN!!/ 

Ibime:

I POUND GROUND and cause earthquakes. . . DOWNTOWN!/ So BOW DOWN!/
Make you 'surrender' in audio battles too. . . cos I 'SURROUND SOUND!'/

Your style of EMCEEING IS OLD/ like tracks from NINA SIMONE/
So you 'playing yaself'. . . if you think you in a LEAGUE OF YA OWN!/

I SMASH YA TEAM/ TRAMPOLINE on ya back and CRACK YA SPLEEN/
Then spray ya ‘blood’ over ya T.V. . . now you got a ‘PLASMA’ SCREEN!!/

Ya girls name is JULIA, YES?/ You TRULY ARE BLESSED/
But u ain’t got monopoly on her BEAUTIFUL BREASTS. . . . it’s ‘COMMUNITY CHEST’!/

heavy punches there homey

streetwize:

Its high time I made an entrance up in dis bitch. . . .

NL, My reign (rain) is on, my days have come
And I aint gon' ex- men till I take dis place by storm
And u can't stop dis swag, with no cunning trap,
cuz it'll be like my dicks on my ass, d way I keep cumin back
I don swore in advance, dat if u mess wif my stance,
Ill grab d constitution and take d[i] law[/i] in my hands
Okay I'm stoppin my rants,
let me talk to my fans,
Get real wif hip-pop or keep your day job
Raise your x-boxes or get your game up
Old cats been in d game too long yet U still drop fetal[/i]l junk
Its plain and easy, I aint [i]wayne and jeezy, but I'm a lil young
Feeble skunks. . . . . wanna see my swag? start lookin up
My shit so fly like I'm stoolin up,
And don't try to compete and have dis cup,
Or Amma jus pop your hip and rap dis up

No disrespect, jus hip-pop

Am new 2 dis ish tho. . . But I'm sure I'll rise like plenty Gari inside small water

Holla back peeps. . . make person grade me abeg

i liked that.
you're better than a whole lotta punkz in here.
keep that shit ^^^^^up

manickal:

here i go.

Manickal is in this place/ armed to shoot on sight
Any net.c who think he dumb enuff to put up a fight//
My blood thirst make vampires ‘fraid to come out at night
These rappers tremble at the awesomeness of my might//
Yes . . . . . .they speak of the evil i bring to them
they speak of my insanity/ they call me eminem//
the throat slittin/ wrist slashin/ ain't meant for them
they say I’m dribblin too much/ they say i Messi them//
but i wont mercy them/ cuz when I  bury them
the undertaker they’ll call me/ its what i iz to them//
these mutherfuckerz cant see/ so like Jesus, I perform a miracle
the mic vandal iz what i be/ the lyrical oracle//
put them to debacle/ kill them yet i stay Biblical
if this shit were physical/ these fuckerz wont be visible//
you saying God should battle you? that shit is blasphemy,
that shit’z impossible/ like hearing the sax blast femi.//
You rapperz r bitches like kemistry/ u think I lie? Ask kemi
i and the mic are a chemistry/ call it lyrical Al~~~chemy//
when i get in the buildin/ these rapperz leave thru the balcony
when these rapperz rhyme good, all i hear is cacophony//
i to these niggerz iz a new form of dichotomy
the world listens to one voice only/ Manickal'z monotony//
they perform a vasectomy/ on me/ yet i remain a mystery
they might know me from birth/ they still don't know my history//
misery/ is the only favor they can get from me easily
you rapperz are miserly/ cuz against me there aint no victory//

peace y'all

manickal:

here i go.

Manickal is in this place/ armed to shoot on sight
Any net.c who think he dumb enuff to put up a fight//
My blood thirst make vampires ‘fraid to come out at night
These rappers tremble at the awesomeness of my might//
Yes . . . . . .they speak of the evil i bring to them
they speak of my insanity/ they call me eminem//
the throat slittin/ wrist slashin/ ain't meant for them
they say I’m dribblin too much/ they say i Messi them//
but i wont mercy them/ cuz when I bury them
the undertaker they’ll call me/ its what i iz to them//
these mutherfuckerz cant see/ so like Jesus, I perform a miracle
the mic vandal iz what i be/ the lyrical oracle//
put them to debacle/ kill them yet i stay Biblical
if this shit were physical/ these fuckerz wont be visible//
you saying God should battle you? that shit is blasphemy,
that shit’z impossible/ like hearing the sax blast femi.//
You rapperz r bitches like kemistry/ u think I lie? Ask kemi
i and the mic are a chemistry/ call it lyrical Al~~~chemy//
when i get in the buildin/ these rapperz leave thru the balcony
when these rapperz rhyme good, all i hear is cacophony//
i to these niggerz iz a new form of dichotomy
the world listens to one voice only/ Manickal'z monotony//
they perform a vasectomy/ on me/ yet i remain a mystery
they might know me from birth/ they still don't know my history//
misery/ is the only favor they can get from me easily
you rapperz are miserly/ cuz against me there aint no victory//

peace y'all

manickal:

hey, mykali. how'z it been fam?
don't tell me you still hold grudges or som'n
i know you don't

My blood thirst make vampires ‘fraid to come out at night
they say I’m dribblin too much/ they say i Messi them//
you saying God should battle you? that shit is blasphemy,
that shit’z impossible/ like hearing the sax blast femi.//
You rapperz r bitches like kemistry/ u think I lie? Ask kemi
i and the mic are a chemistry/ call it lyrical Al~~~chemy//
they perform a vasectomy/ on me/ yet i remain a mystery
they might know me from birth/ they still don't know my history//
peace y'all

manickal:


you saying God should battle you? that shit is blasphemy,
that shit’z impossible/ like hearing the sax blast femi.//
You rapperz r bitches like kemistry/ u think I lie? Ask kemi
i and the mic are a chemistry/ call it lyrical Al~~~chemy//

ACAN:

i love this forum, it wouldn't be nice if i cant contribute something
so, am dedicating this lines to all the pretty lady in the house.
much love



what up babe, i can't sleep without you
close my eyez all i saw was the picture of you
my life is painted blue
the love i used to know is due
no matter how hard i try or what i do
i just can't get you out of my mind
you are my lyrical wine
can i sip you in the nite, cuz my dayz has been colder
i wish i could sleep on your shoulder
my love for you will always be strong
becuz you are my real lover and my girl

lalaboi:

walahi. . . brashy nor sabi. . . . . . chamotex battle am. . . . . . . e dey fear me

chamotex:

who dey fear you?

MrCrackles:

A gazillion of you pale in comparison to me!

MrCrackles:

Fuc.k your battles, i remain unruffled. . .
Dic.k riding nonentity!

lalaboi:

Nairaland Ricky Hatton. . .you can fumble all you want!
you and I know There's a battle pending to be won! . . .by who? Go figure it out!

. . . .Go battle someone!. . . . .All you do is write trash up in here. . .afraid of loosing!. . .why dont you challenge ibime,mailmac, chamo or sauron? You just dey claim padi padi! 

Until you battle one of those and win. . , your are worth nothing on this rap board  . . . .Imagine if there was a ranking system and u get points by winning battle. . . .You'd be on zero! 


[size=4pt]**Runs out the back door**[/size]

NL, My reign (rain) is on, my days have come
And I aint gon' ex- men till I take dis place by storm
cuz it'll be like my dicks on my ass, d way I keep cumin back
Ill grab d constitution and take d law in my hands
Raise your x-boxes or get your game up
Its plain and easy, I aint wayne and jeezy, but I'm a lil young
My shit so fly like I'm stoolin up,
Or Amma jus pop your hip and rap dis up

I POUND GROUND and cause earthquakes. . . DOWNTOWN!/ So BOW DOWN!/
This ‘bald nigga' using hair relaxer. . . . now he got MICRO-WAVES!/
Im EXPOSING YA DUMB RAPS/ I FOLD YOU LIKE LUNCH PACKS/
So you 'playing yaself'. . . if you think you in a LEAGUE OF YA OWN!/
Then spray ya ‘blood’ over ya T.V. . . now you got a ‘PLASMA’ SCREEN!!/
But u ain’t got monopoly on her BEAUTIFUL BREASTS. . . . it’s ‘COMMUNITY CHEST’!/

Ibime:

quick keystyle 



I’ve covered the full circle and every angles dope/
You could sample quotes/ from my ample flows/
Every example shows/ that I ran the show/
. . even before the MetaSin scandal broke!/
I got the golden eye/ till I grow old and die/
Its no surprise. . . that Crackles verse got no reply/
Perhaps somebody should have told him why/
In three simple words. . . his flows are dry!/
All jokes aside/ I would roast this guy/
If in doubt, call me out. . . and let the votes decide!/
I don’t battle anymore/ but I slap me a LovePeddler/
I choke Brash. .  . I wont even put a hand on his jaw/
Thats something he aint man enough for/
I know you thinking “Ibi’s going crackers for sure”/
“Brash aint his level. . . whats he yapping him for?”/
Im thinking the same thing. . . but I cannot ignore/
That a couple months ago, I was challenged to war!/