killsmith: . Is "asking questions" now called derailing?.......

This thread is not meant for "asking questions" if you have questions, meet me on the complaints thread

hey...Baby,i tink U soft..u so lazy...am nt sure diz tin Gonna turn ah baby!just how many Minute making!uve strted shaking,after how av prepared,been smoking!planning that the whole room z gonna be hot&strt shaking...Now uve all dull Ma spirit!!!non-sense making...yeahhh yeah..still On d beat..holding d sticks...chewing rap in Ma mouth lyk chewing stick..many raps on Ma lips lyk lipsticks..ma flows are xo soft buht thick!!lekzywhizy yeah!datz ma nick..i never contest cos i blif ur flows ar weak!!

whizylekzy: hey...Baby,i tink U soft..u so lazy...am nt sure diz tin Gonna turn ah baby!just how many Minute making!uve strted shaking,after how av prepared,been smoking!planning that the whole room z gonna be hot&strt shaking...Now uve all dull Ma spirit!!!non-sense making...yeahhh yeah..still On d beat..holding d sticks...chewing rap in Ma mouth lyk chewing stick..many raps on Ma lips lyk lipsticks..ma flows are xo soft buht thick!!lekzywhizy yeah!datz ma nick..i never contest cos i blif ur flows ar weak!!

sowi o..wats dis? Chorus or d hook?

whizylekzy: hey...Baby,i tink U soft..u so lazy...am nt sure diz tin Gonna turn ah baby!just how many Minute making!uve strted shaking,after how av prepared,been smoking!planning that the whole room z gonna be hot&strt shaking...Now uve all dull Ma spirit!!!non-sense making...yeahhh yeah..still On d beat..holding d sticks...chewing rap in Ma mouth lyk chewing stick..many raps on Ma lips lyk lipsticks..ma flows are xo soft buht thick!!lekzywhizy yeah!datz ma nick..i never contest cos i blif ur flows ar weak!!

Heya.. 'pele'.. u qo don qet ahqro o!

mistaswag:

Heya.. 'pele'.. u qo don qet ahqro o!

abi o..

mistaswag:

Heya.. 'pele'.. u qo don qet ahqro o!

lol

That guy is confused

whizylekzy: hey...Baby,i tink U soft..u so lazy...am nt sure diz tin Gonna turn ah baby!just how many Minute making!uve strted shaking,after how av prepared,been smoking!planning that the whole room z gonna be hot&strt shaking...Now uve all dull Ma spirit!!!non-sense making...yeahhh yeah..still On d beat..holding d sticks...chewing rap in Ma mouth lyk chewing stick..many raps on Ma lips lyk lipsticks..ma flows are xo soft buht thick!!lekzywhizy yeah!datz ma nick..i never contest cos i blif ur flows ar weak!!

*facepalm*

No need to Confront the gimmick/ we know he'd still answer Weak/ even if he's given 7 days to reply/
Instead, we'd resort to Telekinetic punches/ seduce him with P.orn Chics/ to adulterate his sight/ after rainin' daze to the eye!/
Thin Truths I reveal aint no Fat Lie/ watchin' Albert snorin' on a mattress . . . there you see a Phat Lie!/

You won't be seen as Dangerous . . . even if you bit DIPP flows/ sleak is a Phake farmer . . . but I harvest rhymes jes to Rip foes/ and fiends too/
I could Drum ah Boy when I use Drizz & Sleak's head/ as an instrument/ tappin' my palms repeatedly . . . over those 2/

If im the groom/ then you've met ya doom/ ma blows will be the only thing i'd re-ignite/ that'd kiss the bride/ after we've exchanged rings!/
Different twists ya girl gimme on bed . . . sssh! 'tis like your Ex changed Wrings/

And I haven't been castrated b.itch . . . stop the lie, I gat tha balls!/
Job that you are . . . 'tis you who don't lack the boils/

I'd take the baby goat to a village in Pühalepa/ where he with his nanny won't be together/ and slaughter him there . . . . to Sarve Sleak!/ that's what you deserve sleak/
Gettin' carried away by e'rything you see/ even a pig's C.ünt rolls the geek!/

We don't have to listen to WAZOBIA/ or head to ethiopia/ to know he steals his pidgin jargons 'from Yaw script' !/
Now tell me . is it not a m.oron like Sleak . . . Phuck it/ that'll stare at a radio Presenter faeces? Or Yaw s.hit?/
Gazin' lustfully through ya windows at the way ya girl is/ Chewin' on ma d.eek, then curls it . . . only then you'd see ya ''ex Eat'' !/

You fart here, and mess up your posts . . . which is not deemed right/ but ma Shaun raps 10/10 . . . cuz they mark . me Wright/

You don't have to read his SMS to know the Bum bad with texts/
Crack ribs, make us laff . that's yo job . . . and leave me to bombard the rest/

Ma b.itch notes missin' . . . so you the one who takes money from Ah Purse/
Mèta, Four? Religious sisters? . . . you could bet I got Nuns!/

All he wish to do with his hand is false/ no bindin' force/ cuz he already been amputated/
Deal with Mind blows too . . . cuz im Putated/

I mangle beef with ma Bear Hand . . . you could Fork with gays/ or march to the capital and flirt with creatures in h.orny state/

If 'tis Feedin' you with wordplays, i'd beat you to Eat/ but your choleric . . . you only eat and s.hit/
+ you a greedy glutton . . . so give 'eat' a quit!/
You bore, and lack the wit/ the only thing interestin' in ya verse was ma bar in it/

When it comes to punchlines, im No Vice . . . im the President/ yo face i'd press 'N' dent/

False alarm . that aint no warnin' shot/ no doubt . . . im Numero uno or 1 in short/

I aint Amokachi but lemme state this/ the skilless matador wont withstand The Bull . . . if S cape diss/

dj5naira:
False alarm . that aint no warnin' shot/ no doubt . . . im Numero uno or 1 in short/

Buh i aint here to argue coz ur weaker/
And between me and you, you know who is sicker/
Ur 1 in short like kiddies on nickers/
This game is mine.. Back against the wall with ya "posts" like stickers/
Still spitiing/ on this weakling/
My lines matured like granny's wrinklings/
buh talking bout the block, we see this goat in/
Coz d way he flows proves he's "kid in'/ (kidding)
I burst less iller on the nerd/ coz my hard punches might leave him dead/
He aint no vet/ and d shrek is never β̣een dreaded/
So if 5naira makes waves then he must av "sported his head"/
Plus i hate this/ whenever you say u got wordies/
Coz yhu culdnt captured haw diz words play quick even when dey say cheeze/
So like bloodstains on you, we'l force "U" to β̣e read/ so 5naira "know V's// read (red) know V's. (Novice)
Stop forming gangster bbitch please/ you have no clue on how to place diss/
And how you spit wack on freese/ makes everybody hate you like chris/
ffuck drizz/ you both culd β̣e up my steeze/
But its no news you're wack at least..//
Now lemme entail the son before its too late/
I startd as a boss.. Killed mikuz and dbr coz they were tryna hate/
Had no mentor to imitate/ but was still regarded as "number 1" like yah serious date/
So bbitch, you don't need to line up cd's in a row to see my records are straight..
oNe

sleakid:
Buh i aint here to argue coz ur weaker/
And between me and you, you know who is sicker/
Ur 1 in short like kiddies on nickers/
This game is mine.. Back against the wall with ya "posts" like stickers/
Still spitiing/ on this weakling/
My lines matured like granny's wrinklings/
buh talking bout the block, we see this goat in/
Coz d way he flows proves he's "kid in'/ (kidding)
I burst less iller on the nerd/ coz my hard punches might leave him dead/
He aint no vet/ and d shrek is never β̣een dreaded/
So if 5naira makes waves then he must av "sported his head"/
Plus i hate this/ whenever you say u got wordies/
Coz yhu culdnt captured haw diz words play quick even when dey say cheeze/
So like bloodstains on you, we'l force "U" to β̣e read/ so 5naira "know V's// read (red) know V's. (Novice)
Stop forming gangster bbitch please/ you have no clue on how to place diss/
And how you spit wack on freese/ makes everybody hate you like chris/
ffuck drizz/ you both culd β̣e up my steeze/
But its no news you're wack at least..//
Now lemme entail the son before its too late/
I startd as a boss.. Killed mikuz and dbr coz they were tryna hate/
Had no mentor to imitate/ but was still regarded as "number 1" like yah serious date/
So bbitch, you don't need to line up cd's in a row to see my records are straight..
oNe

I'd bet that your a big fan of ice prince.....

sleakid:
makes everybody hate you like chris/
ffuck drizz/ you both culd β̣e up my steeze/

I kip it short... Loud noise is 4 d empty vessel/ sleak joined d beefin team.. Hope he is ready 4 a battle/ i dnt just win BRO'S... I conquer/ FED UP wit ur 'F' words.. No hunger/ i'm d strikin light wit a loud noise... Lightin thunder/ i jam ur rap jaws nd rip out ur eyeballz... U nid a wack doctor/ i'm JUICED up already u guyz still sow a seed(ACID)/ I still top wit CLEAN rap... No nid to bleed/ i'm born 4 greatness so i got my leg on d throne/ i sit on d crown nd make d palace my home/ to battle me sleak nd 5naira got to tag team/dey still cnt get dis dude even if dey day-dream

Faqqs qettinq ready 2 receive my split plane/cos i don't drizzle like droplets from a weak pane/i spit showerz lyk a huqe rain/'turn-a-dose(tornadoes) and hurricane/i'on nid ladder 4 me 2 climb 2 fame//i'm stuck in heat,so i pull a cold death/i'll be sprayinq 9ines like i'm paintinq d mould earth/i'll rip ya life...and roll it lyk i roll-shirt/I scroll Skirt/i'll b damned not 2 kill u..xo i'm sure 2 call next//impreqnable z wat dey call me..xo i'on qiv birth 2 wack,instead i form mean/rap universe-city... I kill dean/i throw punches lyk i'm qud at javelin/i'll strike u down witta MIC like i'm merlin/i'm sellinq....formz 2 wack,b4 i make ur corpse 2 b smellinq/ammos from ya as$,i'll block ya rap shellinq//many ice from moa...where da freezer?... Cos i cool dem/emblem..lyk qarri i'll surely soak dem/I poke chem../no noise..when i say Pheeem..

Im flippin' beats . . . the horse should Key this 'N' neigh KAS!!!/
Caught him with Fisher in the act/ so I strangle Sleak on bed . . . till the Kid-dies on Nick-a.rse/
If you were Rick . we won't pardon ya Team . . . i'd 'kill Dees 'n' knee Caps/ 'fore the count to 40/
Cuz your not even Fit to fight a girl or W.hore Thee/

No vague comparison b.itch . . . you the weaker vessel/
Your the Nut & I. Am. Weasel!/

Lookin' for sluts at nights . . . the only time you Seek Her/
So 'tis Gonorrhea & Malaria . . . if he ever claim Sicker/

The game is Mine . he'd get Blown up in it/
And ya Soup 'n' Glue posts won't Stick us . . . innit?/
Ima bold nephew, but the 'shy niece' is wack . . . Mr. Wik Ling/
One would think you took in . . . the way you spitting/

Anonymous cretin/ no one truly knows/ you won't be fully Grown/ steppin' on Shin Leong foot, even if you 'March Yaw' !/
I aint talkin' bout Sunday drivers when I say Im Mature/

But when Sleak starts to bleat . . . you know Kid's in/
I do Diss big on stage grounds while yours in playgrounds . . . at Kiddies Inn/

I don't open bibles/ like catholic psychos/ but i'd stab 'Liturgical Books' and leave Hymn dead!/
Nightmare of our time . . . even fear dread this head/
Measles plague him . . . see how its Spotted his head/

Don't have to spit Pun in battles for him to know I got War Diss/
So I quickly mute the hungry Mouse . . . 'fore he says Cheese/

Perusin' ma autobiograph . . only then im '2 βe read' !/
And you won't see the Little Change . . . if I let 2 be Red/
I place diss . . . the same way Yaya Toure puts ball in net/
Im an interestin' fella . . . and you that borin' vet/

If im cannibal/ at Neckface carnival/ rippin' that CoolFM presenter . . . would be when I wack on Freeze/
Like a Record Label . . . y'all Wackies/

I know im Tyson, but 'tis you who should phuck Drizz . . . Gay!/
Shame ya Virtue of Fate . . . when I Diss Grace/

Bring Newspapers close to ya eyeball . . . so you entail The Sun/
I'd Burn you to death . . . if you tryna face this Son/

Beat ya wings . claim Buzz . make sounds . . . like a newBee/
Still you won't be No 1 . . . wearin' Petr Cech jersey/
And ya records are straight . . . when 'tis heresy!/

I'd label Drizz as ma subject of discussion . . . if I tag Theme/
Season the nerd back to reality . . . after I wake him/ up from his Day Dream/
'Im WHACK' . . . is what i'd crest on Drizz chest after I tag him!/

Ma punches could b likened to a saw d way I spilt bones/
Ma methz dig well into d brain like I drill holes/
I spill real flows Quick freez
And if dz niggaz put thieir tounge out they must b real toadz spottin mosquitoes/
Rhymez get dem bungee jumpin like dey inherited monkey toez/
No test_are_meant to prove ma verse r real dope/
I bring blow to smash ur teeth zo ull c ur teeth grinz on d floor/
Am a real bitch to d core wit ma thick nitz horrocore ma tweet wit gon perform/
Stretch-thiz-barz-n-ull-get-whooped/rest-in-frabz-like-liu-kang-bootz/

Bin cummin a long time ago like sex for dayz
And got allota lockz on ma beat so U eida dread or dre'
U̶̲̥̅̊ wouldn't know she washes toilet wen U̶̲̥̅̊ lickin breasts of maids/

Wad else? Am bringin real poppin/stingin wit hotpinz/u should know ur blood wil really b burinig!

Am #done#

sleakid:
Buh i aint here to argue coz ur weaker/
And between me and you, you know who is sicker/
Ur 1 in short like kiddies on nickers/
This game is mine.. Back against the wall with ya "posts" like stickers/
Still spitiing/ on this weakling/
My lines matured like granny's wrinklings/
buh talking bout the block, we see this goat in/
Coz d way he flows proves he's "kid in'/ (kidding)
I burst less iller on the nerd/ coz my hard punches might leave him dead/
He aint no vet/ and d shrek is never β̣een dreaded/
So if 5naira makes waves then he must av "sported his head"/
Plus i hate this/ whenever you say u got wordies/
Coz yhu culdnt captured haw diz words play quick even when dey say cheeze/
So like bloodstains on you, we'l force "U" to β̣e read/ so 5naira "know V's// read (red) know V's. (Novice)
Stop forming gangster bbitch please/ you have no clue on how to place diss/
And how you spit wack on freese/ makes everybody hate you like chris/
ffuck drizz/ you both culd β̣e up my steeze/
But its no news you're wack at least..//
Now lemme entail the son before its too late/
I startd as a boss.. Killed mikuz and dbr coz they were tryna hate/
Had no mentor to imitate/ but was still regarded as "number 1" like yah serious date/
So bbitch, you don't need to line up cd's in a row to see my records are straight..
oNe

i swear diz quy d.ope die! cant wait to see u and Mistaswaq brawl

dj5naira: Im flippin' beats . . . the horse should Key this 'N' neigh KAS!!!/
Caught him with Fisher in the act/ so I strangle Sleak on bed . . . till the Kid-dies on Nick-a.rse/
If you were Rick . we won't pardon ya Team . . . i'd 'kill Dees 'n' knee Caps/ 'fore the count to 40/
Cuz your not even Fit to fight a girl or W.hore Thee

He wuldnt β̣e ill even if aids ATTACK THIS WACK/
am caught in the fish ACT/ so my "eel lines" will bruise and CONTACT HIS BACK/
Quickly CRACK-THE-FFAG/ plus like 50cent, i'l "cut his" legs to prove his lame and WACK-IN-FACT// cut his (cortis)
Soon he'l see me sound "huh" like RICK ROSS... /
Coz ima SICK BOSS.. ..//
The game aint yours.. STOP It..
if lyrics were to β̣e bullets you wuldnt still POP IT//
I ball with only real-geez/ 5naira and drizzle just bbitches/
Still bruising/ the pro never β̣een involved in battles coz he prolly scared of loosing/
And if you dare seek to β̣e in between "ties" then ur a ppussy// (tighs)
when i spit diz alcoholic flows.. Β̣est believe tiz hot like ur boozing/
Interesting fella? Tsw we know you wella..
A high class bbitch... Obasanjo stella..
When on battle cyphers.. I bring so much pounds like rich men..
Break yah back then crack yah bones till dey're fragmented in ten/
Remember when i pointed the gun at you then?
And left a deep dot on yah forehead like a married indian bbitch mehn/
Am fierce.. I have no mistakes here/
Sick in the head.. I let bloody lyrics drop from upstairs/
So ion needa swing the author just to "shake spear" before stabbing dis bear//
His a weasel... Am not..
Check the battles i've fought...
Am done wordplaying "war thee".. Diz recycler culd confirm from d dead bbitch warplay..
You's old news.. So like ourdoor parties,... All yah lines outplayed//
>
Drizzle? Tsw.. We'll know the big secret when i slay the ppussy and let the cat out of the bag/
Coz he only knows how to brag//
See bbitch you wuldnt spit sshit if i drop feaces in yah mouth/
Buh am the sshit.. The conquerer of bouts//
The N.B.T wasn't just samples of lyrics.. I kill "valiants"...
Plus even NAZ knows "datboi" kill aliens..//
Increda nkor? I stopped his victory with a freese and made the bbitch turn history//
Am mysterious... The real mystery/
So next time you wanna throw shots on this vet/
Dude google who owns the realest bars on net/
And if you Still claim you gat game?
I'l advice you get a life like a dying mario with shame..

sleakid:
He wuldnt β̣e ill even if aids ATTACK THIS WACK/
am caught in the fish ACT/ so my "eel lines" will bruise and CONTACT HIS BACK/
Quickly CRACK-THE-FFAG/ plus like 50cent, i'l "cut his" legs to prove his lame and WACK-IN-FACT// cut his (cortis)
Soon he'l see me sound "huh" like RICK ROSS... /
Coz ima SICK BOSS.. ..//
The game aint yours.. STOP It..
if lyrics were to β̣e bullets you wuldnt still POP IT//
I ball with only real-geez/ 5naira and drizzle just bbitches/
Still bruising/ the pro never β̣een involved in battles coz he prolly scared of loosing/
And if you dare seek to β̣e in between "ties" then ur a ppussy// (tighs)
when i spit diz alcoholic flows.. Β̣est believe tiz hot like ur boozing/
Interesting fella? Tsw we know you wella..
A high class bbitch... Obasanjo stella..
When on battle cyphers.. I bring so much pounds like rich men..
Break yah back then crack yah bones till dey're fragmented in ten/
Remember when i pointed the gun at you then?
And left a deep dot on yah forehead like a married indian bbitch mehn/
Am fierce.. I have no mistakes here/
Sick in the head.. I let bloody lyrics drop from upstairs/
So ion needa swing the author just to "shake spear" before stabbing dis bear//
His a weasel... Am not..
Check the battles i've fought...
Am done wordplaying "war thee".. Diz recycler culd confirm from d dead bbitch warplay..
You's old news.. So like ourdoor parties,... All yah lines outplayed//
>
Drizzle? Tsw.. We'll know the big secret when i slay the ppussy and let the cat out of the bag/
Coz he only knows how to brag//
See bbitch you wuldnt spit sshit if i drop feaces in yah mouth/
Buh am the sshit.. The conquerer of bouts//
The N.B.T wasn't just samples of lyrics.. I kill "valiants"...
Plus even NAZ knows "datboi" kill aliens..//
Increda nkor? I stopped his victory with a freese and made the bbitch turn history//
Am mysterious... The real mystery/
So next time you wanna throw shots on this vet/
Dude google who owns the realest bars on net/
And if you Still claim you gat game?
I'l advice you get a life like a dying mario with shame..

thank ur star say u no mention ma name..but wait o,u don drink petrol b4 droppinq dis ish,cos obviously u hiqh qaan

Okay... Freesyl3..wey T?
E don qo meet tHIEF..
..>
..> i ain't indian, nor punjabi cos i've qot no veil-on-me/i'll be fast wit jabs 2 ur throat,2 make a trail-of-meal/teach-in u lyk Ojoawo wit 9's..me'll spray-or-kill/volkswaqen aqainst a MAN trailer.. I'll send u back 2 company drill/feel..niqqa,cos i'll make ya blood drizzle and make a panic outta ya shrill/i'm sick now..hospital will pay ur bill//
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>>warminq up mood
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lyk soccer i'll substitute Gun-4-knife/i ain't ashawo but i'll endanqer u 2 f**k-ya-life/suck-ya-wife.../dah prince will, wit royal amulets, i'll brinq ammo 2 live/i've qat flows so plenty...enjoy ur drown or beta still dive/i scold,so run b4 i break ya spine chord,son...elope wit a strive//
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>>bravian land,we don't wear skirts lyk da scottish/ya d female type,so brinq a bra 2 pack my load-ish/i'll be sure 2 shell-sea(chelsea) like movich/so fish.. Harpoon from me won't save ur cold wish/i don't kidnap but i've sold-rich/so,u won't be reached while i knock u and hav ur sore stitched/...{silently} I wish witch could help teach u how to reach upto my standard of rich ish//tonque-twister i'll hav ur spits come weak,lyk a bald samson(u knw samson loses power when hairless)/so can i recite psalm 4 sin...cos i'm obviously killinq dis faqqs 4 his next of kin/best of mean..come out b4 i test ur thinq/i'm d fish..i'm d body.. While d rest are d fin/i break heart..less is chin/i poke haterz in the qut...and i bless d pin..//BB TINZ joorh, money on my mind

No Time to check time, mine the deck mind, fly past the mine to deck land, Slam the head hard and get rhymes to bless lines, Zluk got the head cos her crimes to mess fights came lined through sex dime, bleeped through exile, slam two ex stars, now to extract, fines to rest now, time to bless tracks, hoist my crest now, rhymes now M-ed now, twice at best clown, flight style set down, Zluk's tha best now, crew's @ N L, scam the bitcch first, damn! my bitchh burst, sham the screech dust, suck the deeck boys, Bleep that nigg. 1st, zluk's tha bitcch boss, beat a bitcch boss, suck my clit cos,I work that clit worse, rock tha real ones, mod the e diots, on tha mixture.... Jes chilling, never missed ya, clever hissed at, others distract, others miss tracks but never did that, always intact, gals feel that, guys drip asss, nerds stink wacks,
et cet tra....
Waeva

ZLUK: No Time to check time, mine the deck mind, fly past the mine to deck land, Slam the head hard and get rhymes to bless lines, Zluk got the head cos her crimes to mess fights came lined through sex dime, bleeped through exile, slam two ex stars, now to extract, fines to rest now, time to bless tracks, hoist my crest now, rhymes now M-ed now, twice at best clown, flight style set down, Zluk's tha best now, crew's @ N L, scam the bitcch first, damn! my bitchh burst, sham the screech dust, suck the deeck boys, Bleep that nigg. 1st, zluk's tha bitcch boss, beat a bitcch boss, suck my clit cos,I work that clit worse, rock tha real ones, mod the e diots, on tha mixture.... Jes chilling, never missed ya, clever hissed at, others distract, others miss tracks but never did that, always intact, gals feel that, guys drip asss, nerds stink wacks,
et cet tra....
Waeva

uhn.. Babe,rhymer to badt

Wtf, Sleakid is d real "sshitt"....ffuck what comes outta ma "anus!!!...respect bro...and ZLUK,trust me,am fallin 4 u already...and datt aint a common thin! Lol...see ya later! The name is BLOOD!!! *eyes closed*

Jeeeez! Ah don miss mayne! Sleakid and 5naira don turn dis þlace to reaL þarties 4 ßiters sha// --#runs off to caLL crizzy ..come do ur tin...

KAST¡EL-K¡LLz:
Jeeeez! Ah don miss mayne! Sleakid and 5naira don turn dis þlace to reaL þarties 4 ßiters sha// --#runs off to caLL crizzy ..come do ur tin...

lol, u don madt

dj5naira: Caught him with Fisher in the act/

sleakid:
am caught in the fish ACT/

sleakid:
Am fierce.. I have no mistakes here/

Lucifer! . . . the liar couldn't decipher the tract/ when I said I caught him with Fisher in the act/ if you ponder on his plundered fact/ you'd know the Artiste Paints blunder in his Art/
For that . I won't pardon Nick or that rat/ unsheathe ma sword . cut him with Fisher . . . in the Heart!/

Nail Sleak to the coffin . . . how Ah Tack this Wack/
The way Kid Behaves here . . . should tell you the Con Tact is back!/

Im his Dad/ frightenin' the lad/ bet you'd tag me Terrorist the way i'd Hi Jack-Son like Curtis/
Restin' Drizz leg on ma throne? . . . answer is simple, i'd cut his/

Huh? Did he say Rick Ross?/ searchin' for Vehicle durin' the day . . . only time he seek Bus/

Sure, the game aint Yaw's . 'tis Mine! . . . . WAZOBIA in it/ and get Blown to pieces/
Don't have to tell Sleak, im MJ fan for him to know I Pop Hit!/
Playin' with Brazillian Notes with his hands? . . . claim to Ball with Real? Geez!!/ if 'tis in Pidgin, i'd still say 'I be mouse & you just Be Cheese' !/

Slash with whips . . . till hes scarred and bruising/
Tis 3-0 now . . . and the defeated still think im scared of losing/
If you Weave battles in Knots . . . still won't be scared of Loosing/
I won't let you flood here with BS . . . even if you Poo Sea/

The Gonorrhic patient feels cold like chilled beer in Dubai/ cuz the only thing Hurt-in him . . . is his urine!/

To hell with Obasanjo Stella/ im Reignin' Star . . . so 'all bow down for Stellar' !/

Straight from the horse's mouth, ma frees first-hand/ stash up British Currencies in a city in Scotland/ you still wouldn't bring home . Stirling Pounds!/
But I blend Liquid Cash . . . like im Stirrin' Pound/

This beyoncé know less . . . for him to say he's sasha Fierce/ the b.itch is dumb . . . shudda asked her peers/

Deep Dot you made on ma head didn't kill me/ or diminish me/ the Thick Mark . which I easily peel off/ conveniently cleaned off/
And blood will drop from 'up stairs' . . . after his skull I had rip off/

Grasp Britney's wrist . . . still you wouldn't Shake Spears/
Can't manoeuvre poetic Drive you lack the Wheel, I. am Shakespeare/

So 'tis no lie/ truly, your Knot . . . and im that weasel with a Bow Tie/

Like Jericho, you'd get knocked down if you fight this vet . . . or war Dee/ cuz im that Piper like Rowdy Roddy/

im a Hangman . Pullin' the Loops . . . is only when I Hold Noose/
Even ya Current reports still archaic . . . you cast old New's/

So in this Pun game . . . you the one whos been outPlayed/
I aint talkin' Crisscross designs when I say ya lines are outPlaid/

ZLUK: No Time to check time, mine the deck mind, fly past the mine to deck land, Slam the head hard and get rhymes to bless lines, Zluk got the head cos her crimes to mess fights came lined through sex dime, bleeped through exile, slam two ex stars, now to extract, fines to rest now, time to bless tracks, hoist my crest now, rhymes now M-ed now, twice at best clown, flight style set down, Zluk's tha best now, crew's @ N L, scam the bitcch first, damn! my bitchh burst, sham the screech dust, suck the deeck boys, Bleep that nigg. 1st, zluk's tha bitcch boss, beat a bitcch boss, suck my clit cos,I work that clit worse, rock tha real ones, mod the e diots, on tha mixture.... Jes chilling, never missed ya, clever hissed at, others distract, others miss tracks but never did that, always intact, gals feel that, guys drip asss, nerds stink wacks,
et cet tra....
Waeva

Omo, see Multies...

Slea and 5naira..... I sha dey watch you with one corner of my eye... The two of una don craze no b small... And doope too

Where all them rappers at?

.....I see 5Naira Dee Jayz and Sleak onto their main-thing/i draw blood xo fast,xo be sure 2 see me doing a paint-in/i tend 2 kill faqqs and make their b1tch fake-kin/i shred bones like snake sun-bathing 2 take-skin/jabz from maestro 2 break-chins/cos i give 4 jabz doesn't make me 4give-sins/I save-tin/cos wit dat,i'll make a knife that slays faqqs and stay clean//cos i rhyme and qiv multies doesn't make me ZLUK da Newbie...come b1tch,lemme hav u taste my sh?t cos i've just qot a New C(c0ck)/use it, da exit route if u re scared of losinq/ZLUK ain't beta xo i shine now like bed of roses..care for a bruisinq...share yo yansh yatcht for cruisinq...Amusinq...draw now,but we'll b sure of win-in...i come like d milk of b1tch dat's weaninq...mean me...1,2,3 ref my hands up,cos i'm tired of pinninq...shininq MIC cos i av my smile bleaminq....larva or volcano, i'm hot cos i'm steaminq...lookie here niqqa lyk u-tube, qet down 2 streaminq...i cos too much pain 2 ur cat,so u screaminq/outta air,xo oxyqen in hand/i'on throw sh?t,i throw lyrics fast like it's assisted wit hand/Mc BOMB on my neck,i'll just hav my rap-S.E.A.L land/on dat e-diot's i'll tramp and stand/in his f**kin a$$,i'll hav d flaq stand...xo u'll see a new him,he'll rep my brand/fiqhtinq touqh..but non o' my hair as moved from it's strand../some suckerz nids chanqinq.. Drizzle,where my wand/

dj5naira:
Lucifer! . . . the liar couldn't decipher the tract
when I said I caught him with Fisher in the act/
if you ponder on his plundered fact
you'd know the Artiste Paints blunder in his Art

dj5naira:
So in this Pun game . . . you the one whos been outPlayed/

Meshionu.. He culdnt come up wit ill rhyming-scheme/
Reason why no one cares bout myming-him/
This artiste only sick at drawing-swords/ to rip his boring-words//
So their aint no blunder ima arts..between drizzy, 5naira and sleak, I come warning-tords//
I culd β̣e naija bt can still enslave him as "washing teen" without scriptin on foreign-boards// "washing teen" (washington)
Nail sleak to the coffin? That's nothing/
Now see how i'l expose yah valves.. Just to see how yah flows β̣e pumping/
The way i behave here.. It shows am crack..
Buh dj culd never β̣e on tracks/ unless moving trains crushed the wack/
Before now, i told him fool-quit/ coz sleak's too sick to take his bull-sshit//
Plus his flow style is gettin played like cool-hits//
"War thee" is d sshit as played β̣y sleak buh "War Dee" can't play "wordy".. They just similar-names/
That means yah wordplay is outplayed or prolly played before... Familiar-games//
Am a serious student.. The β̣est ima class.. I'l do away wit the "2 Ds" (dj and Drizzy)
"J" can't match up wit me coz weak-is-he/
bt ion needa take away "L" outter my name to tell "sick"-is-me//
Who ever said he burst tight is wrong/ i'l rip his lungs//
Then "stretch him from head to toe" just to leave him where he "Β̣e'long"//
Yes you culd β̣e M.J's fan .. The last lyrics u popped was bad/
Come hard? A rod stucked to d ddick of diz rretard/
Am mad/ so diz flows will leave you bloody like dat stuff... Sanitary pads/
You and drizzy are the biggest fakes- here/
ffuck britney yeah/ its sumphin like warriors wit moral when i "shake spear"/
But you only good at robbing fruits.. Yhu stole "shake"s pear"/
Don't come forming a weasel wit a bow-tie/ coz you're "nothing" compared to how i flow-guy// "nothing" (knotting)
Plus the way am hot/ this hits β̣e blazing yah bbutt/
And i dnt mean offering the homeless vet a place to stay.. D way he's gettin "hurt"
Gangster balling/ tiz clear am flawlessly bruising/
3-0? Hell no.. If he says dat again,.. His family will loose him/
even if he plays for super eagles.. He can't match up wit "4-4 too" (4-4-2).. Who's him?//
So take ya crisscross designs outter here.. Dis thread will neva suit a bigger-bbitch/
And yah flow's way "Off the line"... nigger-switch//
oNe..

Lol this sleak is something else. Sleak is sick. DJ is on track. Maestro quit rap please

increda: Lol this sleak is something else. Sleak is sick. DJ is on track. Maestro quit rap please

STFU f**ktard

....I'M GETTING ANGRY....
>>
>>Anqer,i'll wield and be sure 2 kick yo 'UNDER(honda)'/cos i'on wordplay doesn't make me wack on ur ponder/f**k u...i'll INCREDulously shatter u and make peepz wonder//lyk a khaki cloth,i'm thick and untearable/ur nonsense z qettin outta hand, uhn! It's unbearable/i won't take sh?t from u no more..cos killin u now doesn't av u as irreplaceable//dico in hand,i'll qrammatize ya life and construct my bar 4 ur sentence/my 6pence..don't play Mr Good wit me..cos we all know u are so dense/dunce ret.ard, f**k it, cos he lacks sense/i'on see u niqqa even wit da aid-of -lens/i damaqe KAS(cars), i spray-ya-benz/like alcohol, i'll drink and spitt ya stench//f**ktard said he's neck qonna break...yea, i'll aid in doinq dat and also take-ya-pr¡ck[url]facebook.com/increda[/url]/just wit one personal,i'll break ya nick..Sleak where ya hammer lemme break d RADAR(reda) outta dis INC/fink..use ur number 6 b4 i extinct ya life wit flows dat'll make-ya-sink/"DISS-FAGG-STINK"/PLS-GAG-PINK,cos when i sink ma blade in his heart,red-blood from him his what we'll drink/i'll be sure 2 hack diss dude,cos lyk pyquru, i'll break-into-ya-link//
Khim,where ya at?
>>babe, diss-troy dis suckerz shoulder-blade and make him a fake/cos if i RIP-LACE(replace),i'll damaqe more dan he can take/pan-cake or powder,he'll need 2 make his flows straiqht-face//eeuww, qory z seeinq dis faqqs displaced bone on a gold plate/cos like a scientist,i'll like 2 see reaction of dis dude take place late/LATE. Mr INCREDA, R.I.P while i hav u as$ cremate/relate ya tory while i'm hiqh on c0ke wi ma mate../In Shot,i'm tired of dissinq u,so i'll just qo check my fish's bait.. MTCHEEW