Ibime: Saturday night freestyle. . . .



I'm a reckless loon/ Any nigga test me, met his doom/
so back up and gimme extra room/ before my techs go boom/
The last nigga didn't shoot back. . . he fled and zoomed/
so any attempt to prove. . .he 'let the metal fly'. . . will only go down like a lead balloon!/
This militant infest lagoons/ with Niger Delta goons/
who kidnap whites. . . and 'seize Aryans'. . . like we 'dissecting wombs'!!/


There's 'concrete evidence'. . . that I break hard bricks/
and carry out deadly undertakings. . . on the graveyard shift/
Niggas claim y'all rich. . . but I make more chips/
What you wanna compare?. . . lets take our pick. . .
for example. . .we could rate our cribs. . .
but if you talking 'duplex'. . . .Man shun!. . . we can't be judged by the same 'yard'stick!!/


The great czar Bis/ own villas in the South of Rome/
with renaissance-art sculpted into mounds of stone/
If a nigga try to mount my throne/ I pound his dome/
Shoot his family dead like Alcapone. . .
cos 'I'll bring beef to his house'. . . even if he beg till the cows come home!!!/


I'm very clever/ so each word is like a buried treasure/
My mission to enlighten savages. . . like Mary Slessor!/
Nothing can break me. . . I'm strong beyond every measure/
I even carry the weight of the world. . . under Atmospheric pressure!!/



oNe!

streetwize: Rusty Rusty Rusty Rusty But...

F this depraved fad/ I crave days when the brave sparred/
Turned the brainwaves of the weak to lines on a stained slab
When IB's Skeletons were in a closet... and I hung my clothes rack in a graveyard
Now Streetz walks a paved path/But 's still that insane lad/
The tactical manickal jackal/with Cannibal Hannibal's cackle/
that splits fanatical radical rascals/ like mathematical fractals/

My Skill to Kill proves I'm Ill like LL/
Take this L/ reread... and realize that I spell well/
I said farewell/ thinking "Bis'll stand by the fort"/
But I'm sad and distraught/ from the damage that's wrought/
Cuz for the top, Bis now vies with the same guys that he taught?/

No king, So Bis pupils got their eye on the spot/
Makes my blood boil... and I strike while the Iron is hot!!
Plus C Im a man of Steel/ come farther thru a hard ordeal
Lyrical Serial Killer.... Streetz got that Man-Son Will

D vision's 20/20, I'm D 1 with the view
Check, mate . . . The king's position is mine to imbue
Now here's some Sound advice/ Kuz I master Mik/
If Bis bring out that pad. . . I'll make sure Dizaster Strike


Shout out to everyone that's been holding this zone down
and of course that Rabid Meister Ibime. Well done oh!!
Hahahaha

streetwize: Rusty Rusty Rusty Rusty But...

F this depraved fad/ I crave days when the brave sparred/
Turned the brainwaves of the weak to lines on a stained slab
When IB's Skeletons were in a closet... and I hung my clothes rack in a graveyard
Now Streetz walks a paved path/But 's still that insane lad/
The tactical manickal jackal/with Cannibal Hannibal's cackle/
that splits fanatical radical rascals/ like mathematical fractals/

My Skill to Kill proves I'm Ill like LL/
Take this L/ reread... and realize that I spell well/
I said farewell/ thinking "Bis'll stand by the fort"/
But I'm sad and distraught/ from the damage that's wrought/
Cuz for the top, Bis now vies with the same guys that he taught?/
No king, So Bis pupils got their eye on the spot/
Makes my blood boil... and I strike while the Iron is hot!!
Plus C Im a man of Steel/ come farther thru a hard ordeal
Lyrical Serial Killer.... Streetz got that Man-Son Will

D vision's 20/20, I'm D 1 with the view
Check, mate . . . The king's position is mine to imbue
Now here's some Sound advice/ Kuz I master Mik/
If Bis bring out that pad. . . I'll make sure Dizaster Strike


Shout out to everyone that's been holding this zone down
and of course that Rabid Meister Ibime. Well done oh!!
Hahahaha

streetwize: Rusty Rusty Rusty Rusty But...

When IB's Skeletons were in a closet... and I hung my clothes rack in a graveyard

GLACIERZ!:
i had a little problem with my former accnt. . . . .so i opened dis one.
pls Mikuz, ban dat accnt, am ICEBERG!

streetwize:

Check, mate . . . The king's position is mi to imbue
Now here's some Sound advice/ Kuz I master Mik/ne
If Bis bring out that pad. . . I'll make sure Dizaster Strike

crizzy: squares up to d king with no raise to d power/.

GLACIERZ!:
QUICK ONE

now Streetz is a man of steel/
oNe

GLACIERZ!:

am rili surprised. . . .i cant do that!

damn!!!

Tztyphoon:

u can..

Ibime: I told Streets. . . .go to FFR and drop us a feature/
Show these niggas that you hotter than ether/ when you rocking the speaker/
but instead of following the proper procedure/
he saw it as an opportunity for mocking the teacher/
This ignorant peasant/ shouldna been skipping his sessions/
cos his wack audios show. . . he didn't finish his lessons/
but I'm proud of my students' progress/ cos they exuding dopeness/
while your skills fall off. . . your verse was truly hopeless/
Mathematical radical, cannibal with mechanical mandible/
Stop imitating Canibus. . . and spit something tangible!/
I got a masters in Maths and Algorithm Engineering/
So ya pseudo-scientific bullshít aint appealing/
Qualified Management accountant. . . money long to the ceiling/
but I still eat emcees with ease when I get the feeling/
And I'm proud of my proteges/ cos they know the ways/
I sick Mik or Thunder on your áss. . . if you don't behave!/
Ya raps falling off just like the older days/
I'm consistent cos I do this leisurely. . . homie, no be race/
Now time for some throwaways. . .


I treat my students like family/ and they drop bars that's eye candy/
but reading Streets latest verse. . . will lead you up a blind alley!!/
I know this nigga pretend/ but if he want beef, he better signal intent/
cos a cold blooded murder. . . will bring him to a spine shivering end!/
This shameful liar/ may retire/ when I aim and fire/
My name. . . Messiah!!/ cos dude beat me twice. . . but still they rate me higher!/
cos my level is better/ He aint testing me. . . never!/
My money cause friction. . . but he couldn't rub two pennies together!/
This dude wanna cause brouhaha/ by claiming that he balling harder/ when he hawking gala/
so next time you eat sausage batter. . . the thought of this poorly bagger. . .
. . should lead to an uproar of portly laughter/
You best protect ya head like you tryna board okada/
I bring the house down when I torch the rafters/
I'm always greeted with applause and rapture/ cos I'm the boss and gaffer/
I'm no 1. . .so this boring rapper/
can only 'Second E'. . .like cities on the shores of Ghana!!/
Test me? I'll ensure your chapter/
won't have a romantic ending. . .cos any attempt to 'flirt' with death. . .will only 'court' disaster!/


oNe

Ema prince:
nice story streetwize....but u have to know that the young shall grow..the fact that ibime was around is the reason why most cats in here are developing well..remember u guys ran out of steam and ran away but Bis have been consistently consistent..whenever I leave here for long,i always come back to check out what Bis have been dropping.
I think that is supposed to mean mikuz...u might as well fight for it with same guy

GLACIERZ!:

i just read streetwize in d booth . . . .all i kept sayin was Jizoz! Jizoz!

Ibime: I told Streets. . . .go to FFR and drop us a feature/
Show these niggas that you hotter than ether/ when you rocking the speaker/
but instead of following the proper procedure/
he saw it as an opportunity for mocking the teacher/
This ignorant peasant/ shouldna been skipping his sessions/
cos his wack audios show. . . he didn't finish his lessons/
but I'm proud of my students' progress/ cos they exuding dopeness/
while your skills fall off. . . your verse was truly hopeless/
Mathematical radical, cannibal with mechanical mandible/
Stop imitating Canibus. . . and spit something tangible!/
I got a masters in Maths and Algorithm Engineering/
So ya pseudo-scientific bullshít aint appealing/
Qualified Management accountant. . . money long to the ceiling/
but I still eat emcees with ease when I get the feeling/
And I'm proud of my proteges/ cos they know the ways/
I sick Mik or Thunder on your áss. . . if you don't behave!/
Ya raps falling off just like the older days/
I'm consistent cos I do this leisurely. . . homie, no be race/
Now time for some throwaways. . .

I treat my students like family/ and they drop bars that's eye candy/
but reading Streets latest verse. . . will lead you up a blind alley!!/
I know this nigga pretend/ but if he want beef, he better signal intent/
cos a cold blooded murder. . . will bring him to a spine shivering end!/
This shameful liar/ may retire/ when I aim and fire/
My name. . . Messiah!!/ cos dude beat me twice. . . but still they rate me higher!/
cos my level is better/ He aint testing me. . . never!/
My money cause friction. . . but he couldn't rub two pennies together!/
This dude wanna cause brouhaha/ by claiming that he balling harder/ when he hawking gala/
so next time you eat sausage batter. . . the thought of this poorly bagger. . .
. . should lead to an uproar of portly laughter!/
You best protect ya head like you tryna board okada/
I bring the house down when I torch the rafters/
I'm always greeted with applause and rapture/ cos I'm the boss and gaffer/
I'm no 1. . .so this boring rapper/
can only 'Second E'. . .like cities on the shores of Ghana!!/
Test me? I'll ensure your chapter/
won't have a 'romantic' ending. . .cos any attempt to 'flirt' with death. . .will only 'court' disaster!/

IBIME: cos my level is better/ He aint testing me. . . never!/
My money cause friction. . . but he couldn't rub two pennies together!/

GLACIERZ!:

so squaring up against me??. . .dnt start yet/
u gotta try angles and plan first/
cos wen i encircle with big guns, u'l b sure to fly off at a tangent/

I'l get to its vertex, drag it along a planets horizontal coordinate just to make an X-Ray/
den revolve earth 24hrs back around its axis, yea i saved d next day!/

very soon i'l snatch the title. . .heavens will hear and Zion'll sing/
when i dip my hand in dat molten ore, and rule yall with an Iron fist/

bringing d heat doesnt bother me,cos after all u cant break d ICE/

am d type to put in Belladona in d rum, u'ld sip, gulp, u'd toast/
while i held high spirits, but u might give up the ghost/

Ibime:

Dis ninjas a forking maniac with the bars!

Every bar quoted up here is murder.

Dat tangent line had me holding my ribs

streetwize:
My reign leaves you sour/ cuz I dictate to devour
He squares up to d king. . . . . but gets no raise to d power

crizzy:
i dictate to devour/ma reiqn leavez u sour/squares up to d king with no raise to d power/

nosa gold: Crizzy you should quit rap man!

ILLScripts: Crizzy should be Banned!
@ICE BERG...I need to see u battle bwo...u've sersly improved!