Wanna b in d line of glory/
'no hommie!' is wt dey told me/
'go home!', bt i aint folding/
str8 flush is wt i'm holding.

Pickd a pen nd a piece of paper/
nd inked my fury to diss more haters/
tryna b a wordsmith,i reform my letters/
recieve dis informal letter/
stamped with a kiss 4rm satan!

Break 2ru d bubble cube jst to trouble u/
riped off d 's' on my chest nd stichd a double u/
strip off d stress on my chest,nd saw d hustle 2ru/
burst a couple two nd watch u struggle to struggle 2ru.

No cape on my back bt watch how he-ro/
opponents nd my verses re like fabric nd needle/
my words re lethal, if it hurts,i mean to!

Dnt cross d line like i was against christainity/
d flows so close to insanity/
i so oppose to ur peace serenity/
u bro suppose to avoid words like 'dis-kette' cos u aint eva gonna diss anytn.

DBR has done it again . . . you forgot to put the part where you killed the Warcraft State of Mind cypher . . .
I told you . . . this is one of the best I've seen on this thread.

DBR:

but when we came tru. . the fakes all fled/

You mean the Bolajibaok and Hybrid-X??

DBR:

Ibime held  it down . .for a long run/
the beast took out e'rbody who ever wanted one/
felt i culd end it . .if i get  ma turn/
but it neva came . .he remained the Don/
had loads of victory. .then came the Street son/
Wize was scorchin/. .seem no one culd touch him/,
for those he took out. . .t'was cold torture/
they cuddnt Flaw him. . . so they endorsed him/
his puches on Flow for Rank. .phukin awesom/

PREACH!!!

I remember when niggas was sleeping on Street for no reason . . .

And please stop calling me Don King of Nairaland, that's Ofoka's title.

Good one maynne . . . you were one of the people that made Warcraft. . . without you and the other big guys it'll have been Ofoka Vs Chasisgirl every week.

Ehhennnn. . . .so things like thjis dey happen for this alley??

Na to dey copy and lift lines for here ooo, . .

walai i fit start record label. . .my artistes no need worry about lyrics. . .

nice one y`ll



#Javalove. . .unless otherwise stated. . .!

Whatever happened to the rap battles section?
Those were the days . . . a lot of drama and shyte.

Bare MC's got murdered . . . . but it was all fun though . . . kinda missed it.
Seems like everyone's busy now trying to stack up on hard cheese.

I wont even bother to try drop anything . . . mans as rusty as an abandoned pipeline.
My fitness level now on this is equivalent to Danny Shittu's.

DBR - Your head is there like Bimpe.

Even Crude is back

CLASSIFYD:

Wanna b in d line of glory/
'no hommie!' is wt dey told me/
'go home!', bt i aint folding/
str8 flush is wt i'm holding.

Pickd a pen nd a piece of paper/
nd inked my fury to diss more haters/
tryna b a wordsmith,i reform my letters/
recieve dis informal letter/
stamped with a kiss 4rm satan!

Break 2ru d bubble cube jst to trouble u/
riped off d 's' on my chest nd stichd a double u/
strip off d stress on my chest,nd saw d hustle 2ru/
burst a couple two nd watch u struggle to struggle 2ru.

No cape on my back bt watch how he-ro/
opponents nd my verses re like fabric nd needle/
my words re lethal, if it hurts,i mean to!

Dnt cross d line like i was against christainity/
d flows so close to insanity/
i so oppose to your peace serenity/
u bro suppose to avoid words like 'dis-kette' cos u aint eva gonna diss anytn.

Crude:

[b]Just killin time. . . . . . . .

Trying to get all bizzy, with this itty-frizzy
This whizzy on this sleazy shitty, droppin it eazy
Why i'm i feeling this tizzy? Hick!. . . .I'm tipsy
Just got outta nap with this nature of breezy
U can say i'm Dicky, i aint no pussi, i aint sissy
Somthn done miff me, i feel i'm goin fruity
Already got me good time, cos i got me nice watch
Seek solitude, chill it on a bottle of Scotch
Wrapped up me spliff, pull at a couple squiff
Relax on ma back n watch gust of air whiff. . . . .
. .da smoke/ I wish i dove her off the cliff
Nobody died yet, but she got me feeling bereaved
Why she called it quit right on Valentine's eve?
She knows it'll be cold, but why she wan leave?
Her Ma was scolding she bouncing with a thug
But this thug been treatin her like a fragile Mug
Now i'm most wanted for mis-using me co*ck
Always leading the race, while behind me back i got Cop
If i got nabbed they gon pull an allegation "Ra.pe"
Clobber me with baton, till my face is outta shape
If i die in their hands bury me butt-unclothed facing the grass
So i can phuck the world while they all kiss me a$$


. . . . . . . . .Still a soldier[/b]

are u both making a great comeback,,crude what have u been up to since 5years ago
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@ eldee
your mama. u no go answer rhymestein call out, rhyemstein dey call ur papa out

I'm 2 dope to flow on nairaland
i need da pounds land
and i dont talk if it ain't 100grand
u cant come near were I stand
i stay fly like a plane
and ur crip iz were ama land
shit i've being freestylin
press pause!!
sukerz like awof dats y dey smillin,

I sense awe on ur face/ . cos the rhyme's foreign and laced/
For sure it's ur taste/ . I'm taking over all of this place/
Brawl with the best/ . I make ur blood pour from ur chest/
After u gone . ur crews retreat when I'm calling the next/
Keep pawing my flesh/ . I guese I shoulda tittled this/
'The revelation of ur end . . like the bible scripts'/
I let my rifle speak/ . . when I'm trifled with/
It's nothing new . when I kill this animals like micheal vick/
Prince is here to stay/ . clutch a gat. . I'm not scared to spray/
It's lyrical homicide on any stupid word . . I hear u say/
Punch with the right hooks/ . liquidize ur brains like fruits/
Ain't no body brave to touch it . when I let the mic loose/
Cos y'all not ready for war/ . I'm so heavy with swords/
Biters wield a lotta teeth . . but I got plenty of claws/
What's the comparison for?/ . ur flow's a baby of course/
A ripple effect . when I'm creating this verse/cos many will hurt/
I mainly insert/ from the flesh to ur bone marrow/with ur own arrow/
Constantly dropping threats . . . on the microphone I hold/
To old stupid folks,I don't give props/be-cos/to my time,it's a big loss/
I'm supa high . rick ross/call me the number one or get ready for a stick up/

Ema Prince How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open
Why you on the stage? You think you the rapping Beethoven?
How much refund do you expect on your head now that it s empty
When you spit, you go way to fast like you do in a Bentleey
How would you like to feel the way you look
You just look like an ugly bich who can't write a hook
Hi! I m a human being! What are you
Get out the rap studio, go in the guitar room
I can t talk to you right now; tell me, where will you be in the next 10 years
I think I'm talking to someone without any friends here
I don t want you to turn the other cheek; it s just as ugly
But if I smack you in the face, you won't even touch me

DBR:

Ibime held  it down . .for a long run/
the beast took out e'rbody who ever wanted one/
felt i culd end it . .if i get  ma turn/
but it neva came . .he remained the Don/
had loads of victory. .then came the Street son/
Wize was scorchin/. .seem no one culd touch him/,
for those he took out. . .t'was cold torture/
they cuddnt Flaw him. . . so they endorsed him/
his puches on Flow for Rank. .phukin awesom/

They all feel me/ Streets is what you call witty/
till his audios disappoint. . . like fat chicks with small t*tties!/ 

Ibime:

They all feel me/ Streets is what you call witty/
till his audios disappoint. . . like fat chicks with small t*tties!/ 

Hehehe. . .

oNe

DBR:

Ibime held it down . .for a long run/
the beast took out e'rbody who ever wanted one/

the beast did not take out ofoka, point of correction the beast is scared of ofoka

DBR
Go spit a bleeding bar
You don't need a car
Cuz you wont be a star

FatFish:

DBR
Go spit a bleeding bar
You don't need a car
Cuz you wont be a star

Notice U been floodin every thread . .seekin a battle or sth.
Sorwwy dude, u gotta learn how to write wit a pen 1st,
then learn how to make that pen a deadly sword. .then pple may wanna battle u.
Ma advice. . .go enroll in Ofoka skool of rap. (if he'l take u)

oNe

DBR:

Ma advice. . .go enroll in Ofoka skool of rap. (if he'l take u)
oNe

lmao, dbr u nor get respect for ur seniors o, u know know say ofoka na ur elder brother for here

DBR:

Notice U been floodin every thread . .seekin a battle or sth.
Sorwwy dude,
oNe

DBR, shes a gurl not a dude, haba dbr!!!!

04kaa:


lmao, dbr u nor get respect for your seniors o, u know know say ofoka na your elder brother for here

Sorry sir, snr lecturer ofoka

DBR, shes a gurl not a dude, haba dbr!!!!

really? i no kno naaawww.
How did u figure if i may ask, when there's no sex indication on his/her moniker.
Hmmm. . .or u used ur eboralistik powers

oNe

@DBR
Every time i think about hitting u from behind u always come up with surprises, ni99a tell me, were u most especially cut out for such an act. . . . . . . .RFLMAOL. . . . . .tha ish is wat i call explosion. . . . . .

@Chamo Baba
Where u been Dowg?! Missed u like a needle in an ocean. . . . . .Well, just a blurb

@o4kaa
I've been eiwhere, just been hard to find. . . . .Mahn, u always throw live n fun in here

now you are gettin the drift, ,an ebora is not to be questioned. how can anybody battle steven seagal,
how can anybody question nairaland's ebora?

DBR:

@o4kaa
I've been eiwhere, just been hard to find. . . . .Mahn, u always throw live n fun in here

yeah thats what i do best man, bsides whatch u been up to ,,, work? sch ? ??its been like 2years man, where in the world is old sync? u niggas brought life to these threads

Ibime:

They all feel me/ Streets is what you call witty/
till his audios disappoint. . . like fat chicks with small t*tties!/ 

He's fearin/ bones clattering and teeth snaring/ cause my speech bearin/
. . . messages
at ten time the frequency that he hears in/
They ask me ,  please spare him; the extraterrestials do/
as we gaze from a celestial view/ but I cant express the mess i'll imbue
cuz my rhymes are so lethal,  my own tongue has been severed in two/
you think u can step to me cuz your the best in your crew?

your speech is at best ramble/ the words i pen startle
and carry so much weight,  next to urs, my lines look like rectangles!!!





Abeg,  DBR thanks Jare,  I dey even fear battle u sef, nor mid this Ibime by Jare

Ibime nor try me oh,  shyiiiiiiiitttt!!!

Deep in his mind he's feelin me/
You like my metaphors so much, they turned into similies

ibime:

Streets is what you call witty/
till his audios disappoint. . . like fat chicks with small t*tties

streetwise ur audio na eff up, ibime hammer in

lol. . . o4kaa u don come again oh

@ Street,
wats up, so u back.
Now treat us to some poison u'v been brewin' naauww
Mnwhile Ibime dey really try u o.

H.j, ma bruv, wat it do. We waitin to read sthn' form u mayne.

Lalabizzle . . wat wit the inertia??
Eldee. . .i nor fit shout o, good lookin'.

Ibime, see Street no wan show respect,
pls show him wat it takes to be undisputed for soooooo long

Ebora, . . tho u refered to ma barz sayin "fake netcees spitting wack lines everywhere"
guess it's d ways of the Spirits, mayb i shud enroll in your skool, huh?

Chamokazzie, think u shud pen sth. . mine was rusty and maybe still is
but just had to do that to oil it.

Crude, sorrwyy no be ma fault na. .mayb im just few tiny winny light yrs ahead of u 
Now that im chillin u culd get sly wit hittin me.


Tnx y'all for the complimente'. .
oNe

DBR:



Ebora, . . tho u refered to ma barz sayin "fake netcees spitting wack lines everywhere"
guess it's d ways of the Spirits, mayb i shud enroll in your skool, huh?
oNe

EVEN IF YOU ARE ON A SCHOLARSHIP BY THE NIGERIAN GOVERNMENT , I WONT ACCEPT U, HUMAN BEINGS NO DEY ATTEND SPIRIT RAP SCHOOL NOW

@DBR
Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma.
Go run to your momma, if she too far, phone her
You started at the bottom, and it's been downhill ever since!
You won't be on top even if you reminisce
I heard that you were a Ladykiller. They take one look at you and die of shock.
You wanna kill me? Come to my door and knock

FatFish:

@DBR
Why don't you slip into something more comfortable, like a coma.
Go run to your momma, if she too far, phone her
You started at the bottom, and it's been downhill ever since!
You won't be on top even if you reminisce
I heard that you were a Ladykiller. They take one look at you and die of shock.
You wanna kill me? Come to my door and knock

Who is this persona non grata?
My friend u beta carry ur slate and chalk and run off to Ofoka skool!

oNe

Crude:

@Chamo Baba
Where u been Dowg?! Missed u like a needle in an ocean. . . . . .Well, just a blurb

I'm good boss . . . don't really patronise this section like before . . . it's not how it used to be.
Hope u aite tho?

DBR:

Chamokazzie, think u shud pen sth. . mine was rusty and maybe still is
but just had to do that to oil it.

Okay man . . . Imma try drop a lil sumn when I'm less busy.

DBR:


Who is this persona non grata?
beta carry your slate and chalk and run off to Ofoka skool!

oNe

SEE BEEF.

umm eldee I will defnitely compete mahn,

@DBR

The fact you say'd me name actually means i was doing this rap sh.t the right way, lol

And for your three-piece
As sleek as always.
But erm. . .you Kept the best for the last
And we all know who that was about. . .hehehe

Altogether. . .nice spittin man
You just challenged me to do something to this thread

Okee Dokee. . .all talk and no action makes Mykali a  . . .dont bother to complete that

Check,

I've got dominion over these millions to me they're minions/
itz me they put they money on/ bcuz i know my onions//
my opinion'z a Franc thought/,  like am Napoleon/
put the BONE/apart n bring me pure BEEF/ am 'Stark' like 'Tony' on//
'Ironman'/ cutting thru every surface even if'z iron, mayne/
and perfect lyricism is the only drug i can ever be high on, mayne//
i'm a lion, mayne/ the way i'm devouring these other rappers/
these other fuckerz can't test ma flame or face massacre//
they cant get ''high'' enuff to touch me even if dem drink ''paraga''/
my lines confuse dem sotay dem think say Malaga dey for Canada//
and these niggas know say if dem try me dem don burst kasala/
cuz they'll be dead soon and we won't need Fela to sing double wahala//

I hope i made sense

@myk.nice one bru.eeez

Penining dis venom while d rain drops/. . nd my brain storms/
inflictn u wit dis deadly syndrome/
dance to d insane drums/. . .chantn praise songz/
cos ur dayz done/. . .watchu sayn z dumb.

Go pick rice while d kings rise/
i spit wise/. .which give rise/. .to ur demise/
d cat jst caught d mice.

'Mo n sepe fun ota mi',dats hw i stay focused/
my literacy is hogwarth,my flow z cursed/
i trade wordz at no cost/
u so broke,u pocket z filld wit locust/
i ofcorse/. .gat greens like a golf course/
U aint up to par,each shot at me is off course.

Talk so much isht,u shld work 4 LAWMA/
break d law? Nah!/. .wld rada break u jaw now/
rip out ur ulna/. .nd swing away at ur pride nd honour/
u tnk u wise nd all dat/
son, i dnt mean d weather wen i say i'll watch u rise nd fall ah!