@dbr.i dey feel u bruv.eeeezz

I gat a lotta stuff on my head, like a reindeer/
am standing and fear's making me look like it rained there/
cos i'm soaking wet, i'm sweating sweat/
i pump aces like a card station, but i cant place a bet/
looking like an Legend killer, they say wat you see is wat you get/
the mirror putting me on reality check/
I dont which is complicatefd, life or me/
as far as my homies know, i'm living in extasy/
they have hope in me ,saying "the best is yet to see"/
ibelieve the best is me/but i'm sure if i'm blessed to be, /

y'all pave d way. . . d queen is around/
start leaving d ground/ cos im eating this round/
we've gat stars in here tho/ but im d whole galaxy/
enjoying dis sh1t right here like its some intimacy/ jst like dis spa(er)m bolts will call ur indecency/
got this thing straight like a fuckin exclamation/. . .leaving wack emcees in comma/
making em dash out 4 some air. . . puctuation/
Sick blood flows in me like a freakin S.S/ got peeps all screamin' "call d S.O.S"
Im d queen in dis thing like C.H.E.S.S/ ahead of y'all wid a huge G.A.P.S/
I run dis place 24hours. . .call me jack/ time splitting and tickling like we are on track/
leaving fakes blue black. . .giving 'em huge crack/ cos hotness nd dopeness is wat dey lack/
Im higer dan y'all. . .just quit d pout/ now I av 2 soar higher. . .so peace *im out*/

[b]Old tymes my Foot. . . . . . . .U know i mean U! Lil-Red-Riding-Thread
Phuckers just let loose ma imprisoned rage

When it's Rhyme time, ya know i kindda hate timed rhyme
Would wan' empty me mind for this time keeper's bell chime
Crude's wanted, but i aint got no crime
Sparked lines, explosion i'm prime suspect in the crime
U aint red hot u only got high fever try artesunate
Now chip off d block, i date it back to the cave
Dotted i's, crossed t and sh1t, u'r behind the pace
Yo mirror of the stone age, flip the new page, it's a new age
Ma punches fatten your face?!
Ma bad i got pugilist rage + i thought u'r hardfaced
Oh! No! aint gotta start a row to fall in gliterati's row
I got basics whole, get tha show on road n show u the road
Me's dope than your Coke, u'll keep [i]Fanta[/i]sizin that
Fo u finalizin that, yor girl i'm [i]anal[/i]izin that
Little-brittle give the bow u aint good nuff even for 2nd fiddle
U think i done piddle on u? Fine let the battle fire kindle[/b]

I'm waiting bruv. . . . . . . .

Hmmn. . . I see u Crude.
Lemme go cook my ish . . .

It's been a while since I did this
but peep this . . .




My flow hits the vein , they call it nerve racking
Millions wanna follow my ryhme pattern, u'd think I was tweetin'

Im so ill I infected my own shadow . . .
With more skills in this game than a consummate meastro

I tear up beats u can call me carnivorous
U haters weak . . . I feed on y'all herbivorous

I know no boundaries  . . . my rap's parameter is immeasurable
Allergic to pedicures and manicuress but I give chicks auto facials

We all know your career can never rise like an impotent di[i]c[/i]k
And I wouldn't throw some D's cos I'm all about my P's

I can kill a nigga with no tools or instrument - my version of acapela
When I rage in anger, I poke u in the eyes . . . give u a blinder

Your team aint strong enough . . . anorexics
Its murder when i spit d bars, fu[i]c[/i]k forensics

I can spit a verse in reverse with the task to kill in advance
So keep your defence at a distance or I'll take an offence

I flow persistent cos my glow is current . . .
Give you shockwaves enough to cause incurable ailment

I'm known to murk, with no remorse, when I keep the glocks on lock
So If u talk the talk, I'd snap ur limbs so u wouldn't walk the walk

Crude , dat was decent! I tot wat I drpped for d hols wil stay hot till monday tnx to u it got short life span, lol.
@chamo, if u no see me I nor see u too oo, lol.
Wats up? Waitin for ur cookin dudem
oNe

DBR:

Crude , dat was decent! I tot wat I drpped for d hols wil stay hot till monday tnx to u it got short life span, lol.
@chamo, if u no see me I nor see u too oo, lol.
Wats up? Waitin for your cookin dudem
oNe

I already served the dish.
It's up there

DBR:

So Rugged [/i]i culd break up [i]Nice marriages/

I see your flexing oo

"I can spit a verse in reverse with the task to kill in advance"

Hey chamo, didn't kno u drpped it alredi, just saw it.I think its safe to say U r back!

oNe

Something i penned a while back. . . not meant to be dope. Just flowing for rhymes sake. . .

Check. . .

The rap flame burns within me/ my soul's charred
I'm that name that plays Musiq like Soul Child. . .//
I'm exhibbiting my lyrical gifts/ there's no doubt
I know i'm the one they want, my show's sold out//
My lyrics sending chills in them/ i spit wiv a cold mouth
My Electric lines shock the crowd/ they scream so loud//
But they don't know what troubles me in my own mind
Take a trip down my brain and tell me what you gon' find//
The days go dark. . . and the nights turn bright
The sun goes black but the moon stays white//
My room craves light// but the darkness grips tight
This fear consumes me/ i'm drained of me might//
My mind's confused and i'm 'fraid to think right
I'm speaking off the top and i'm afraid of this heights//
I pray to bring light to the consuming darkness
I hope to pick flight from this confusing madness//
The concluding part is. . .i'm computing 'Matics
I'm Blackness/ don't tell me how condusive White is//

Sick Mykali. . I especially luv d multies on d last bars

@Nellaluv
Your so fat your first word was "Oink".
You fat as a pig, you're gonna get the worst boys
Is the really your head, or is your neck just blowing a big ugly bubble?
Oh now you sad, go ask your mum for a fuckin cuddle
hey they are giving away free crack down the street , dont hurt yourself sprinting
Little berk that likes bitchin
A half-wit gave you a piece of his mind, and you held on to it.
You still looking for talent, you long for it
Grasp your ears firmly and pull; you might just be able to remove your head from you ass.
Anyone would think it was an ass mask on your face suckaaa!!!!!!

Welcom y'all.
A lil snthn snthn for y'all.



Ma dread is felt everywhere. . causin sensational fear/
i rap with a parishioner flair// . .this is pen rendition of flare//
a punch to your jaw result in dentitional tear//
hit the floor. .gravitational. . d difference is inspirationally clear /
yea. .i do this for the passion , not for the fame//
the reason  im awesome with arson is cos i spit flame//
im scorchin and scourgin' . .me touchin the mic is a torture//
horror. . .seems ma words got hands cos they touch y'all//
yo. .some say im cocky. . i just take it as a compliment/
ma confidence shines thru . .eclipsing their competence/
got accomplishment so f[i]c[/i]uk d nonsense talk of sentiments/
put me to the Test i come up with a Testament/
I Tear it up, i RIP competition//  Black, i pee on your vision//
Im EPL u boyz are Bent [/i]over playin [i]Lower division
now reason. .What u wanna cause me'S Pain. .but im winning this/
U gettiin Neither lands. .Win or Draw, i got the both territories//  get it?
the way I BB ya'' witout a PIN call me d Evil Genius/
Maradona this $h!t . .write with the Hand-of-god like im Devious/

oNe

@dbr.always climbin dat ladder,nyc1 bruv.eeeezz

@Tianshie

Never want it amounting to this. . . .
But if only u could catch me on this,

Check
U read evry bit of ma text, i see i done piddle on u Right?
Now u smelling all pissed on, lemme clean u off little mite
Punctuality is the in-thing
U's 3 days Late, flowing stiffness rigor-mortis mustta set in
This is the warm-up, so phuck duvet coat this cold season
I leave u hot it's sizzling, ma reign(rain) aint started i'm only drizzling
Rocking your wife Hot-to-bake, u can see her melting like snowflake
When i spit it, i'm quick with it, u're coming so slow on the uptake
U's right, wayback i was lyrically none
Then i climbed u as ladder attain the top, u're ma step-son
Cos ei'time i put your ma sensation thru ma rectum to ma brain
Tho u loose than her hole even when shackled up in chain
Soon as i walloped u,
your ma like "Us my biggest mistake i shuldda swallowed u"
Sorwyy i spill your blood fool, i'm cruel and pragmatic too
Cos u's mouthy being blue-blooded, so i gotta show N.L the truth
U been feignin Star till i gulped u down n piss u off your bar
N1gga gone fruity on this, i'mma send in "the Grim Reaper"
Me standing tall like column, T aint sh1t he's the phucking plinth
Watch me soar like clouds, clamping down on your friggin dream

So wat now. . . . . .?!

@DBR
Another one from this rap gliterati. . . . . .

@Chamo Baba
Maybe i'll do it like u do sometimes. . . . . .

@Mykali
U's bold enuff to be seen. . . , i see u man

@Fred87
i see u, tnx.

@Crude, tnx. .we just dey try o
wish to jump start this place to get active again.
hopin dudes wil continue droppin them dope lines

Just noticed u n Tianshe got a battle raggin . .

oNe

DBR:

Welcom y'all.
A lil snthn snthn for y'all.



Ma dread is felt everywhere. . causin sensational fear/
i rap with a parishioner flair// . .this is pen rendition of flare//
a punch to your jaw result in dentitional tear//
hit the floor. .gravitational. . d difference is inspirationally clear /
yea. .i do this for the passion , not for the fame//
the reason  im awesome with arson is cos i spit flame//
im scorchin and scourgin' . .me touchin the mic is a torture//
horror. . .seems ma words got hands cos they touch y'all//
yo. .some say im cocky. . i just take it as a compliment/
ma confidence shines thru . .eclipsing their competence/
got accomplishment so f[i]c[/i]uk d nonsense talk of sentiments/
put me to the Test i come up with a Testament/
I Tear it up, i RIP competition//  Black, i pee on your vision//
Im EPL u boyz are Bent [/i]over playin [i]Lower division
now reason. .What u wanna cause me'S Pain. .but im winning this/
U gettiin Neither lands. .Win or Draw, i got the both territories//  get it?
the way I BB ya'' witout a PIN call me d Evil Genius/
Maradona this $h!t . .write with the Hand-of-god like im Devious/

oNe

nucca this is the reason, i get scared of dropin somethin on FFR, how can u top this, . . . , nah DBR, easy easy easy . ,

Even the closure had me awed for secs!!!!!

DBR:

the way I BB ya'' witout a PIN call me d Evil Genius/
Maradona this $h!t . .write with the Hand-of-god like im Devious/

Wassap peeps

m a k a - n o i s e

where's the competition cos only see one/
my shadow, that's why i gat fans like binatone/
my flos hot like pepper,hot but call me cinamon/
i'm huge on dis digital keyboard call me digimon/
u disrespect me, u shunned d king's son/
i'll live u so flat cos my flo fat, sean kingston/
now tell me who d best is/
am like leader of the crew, ask my best-ees/
i put the lasgidi shirts as my best tees/
fresh/
right from my flesh/
to anywhere else/
like a welsh/
i'll be breathing [britting] in stealth/ get it
i'll be squizzing those ribs, like a old man's belt/
now yu knw that i am hotter than u felt/
so all yu niggas go melt/

m a k a

@DBR

I wanted to use the Maradona/Hand-of-God isht in one of my verses but i just din't know how to word it perfectly.

You see what i meant when i siad you're in a different League? You'z EPL and i'm the Somalian League. . .lol

mykali:

@DBR

I wanted to use the Maradona/Hand-of-God isht in one of my verses but i just din't know how to word it perfectly.

You see what i meant when i siad you're in a different League? You'z EPL and i'm the Somalian League. . .lol

Awwww . .sorwwyyy.

Gracias. . and Lol @ somalian league

oNe

mailmalc:

Wassap peeps

Mailmalc ma niggaaaaaaaa . . . sup?


@post

See DBR just showing off as usual.
The guy just dey school us for here sha . . . .na your time o.

chamotex:

Mailmalc ma niggaaaaaaaa . . . sup?


@post

See DBR just showing off as usual.
The guy just dey school us for here sha . . . .na your time o.

Hehehe Chamosex chamokazzie chamosutra
How i for do naa
Just tryna undead this place o, hope say i try??

oNe

DBR has got peeps on their toes. I'm mobile surfin now, wen i get back on ma system, i must drop somethin. Ah ah Wetin! This is gettin too much. Lol

H.J:

DBR has got peeps on their toes. I'm mobile surfin now, wen i get back on ma system, i must drop somethin. Ah ah Wetin! This is gettin too much. Lol

Hehehe . .H.Jizzle . .i don hold ma jotter dey wait o
i wan to tap from ur skillz

oNe

DBR:

Just noticed u n Tianshe got a battle raggin . .

How am i s'pose to battle an already lost battle. . . . . .He's a phucking looser who wont admit it without whining. . . . . .Going bout here talking bout he's a Pet. . . . I mean Vet. . . . .Lil Phucker!

Couple throwaways I been padding on my Berry. . .




I spit machine gun flow. . . with a Desert Eagle stammer/
Watch his people scatter/ One punchline. . . and his teeth'll shatter/
I squeeze the hammer/ and leak his bladder/
Put a German banger up his azz.  . . and make it rain . . . with his fecal matter!/
He better seek his pastor/ and beseech his master/
Cos every verse that I write will complete his chapter/
Cos I breed disaster/ and my flows delicious/
Feeding rap disciples with dishes/ of five loaves and fishes/

I turn his room to  a coroners scene/
Collapse his ceiling to the floor while he’s caught inbetween/
So he’s sorta like a sandwich in two pieces of bread/
Throw some lettuce on the nigga while Im squeezing his head/
I send gunners to his playground/ to spray rounds/
So he better stay down. . . or run for cover like a greyhound!/

I don't know why my raps concern him/
I attack this vermin/ with blows thatll crack his sternum/
I blast and burn him/ till his pastor intern him/
Leave his blood cells SS. . . like his dad was German/
You get booed in stands/ while I move the fans/
I give em love. . . and they give it back like a boomerang/
I'm bad news like a tumour scan/
You against me is like a skinny Fula man/ fighting with a Sumo gang/
Ya girl doodoo ran/ when I assume command/
She better douche next time, cos I aint subtle with the bootee slam!/

Ask the baddest divas/ how Im strapped with a massive penus/
With mamasitas/. . . that tease me till I lose control. . . like Chaka Demus!/
This boy scout better be prepared/ You could see he’s scared/
Send an email to the press. . . and blow him up. . . like Eagle Square/
And I aint signed, so every day is Independence Day/
I'm breathtaking. . . Yall niggas need to ventilate/
I'm top spot. . . y'all can only rent my space/
But y'all rent is late. . . so I rest my case!/

I get pushed to the limit/ when bruising you timid /fools till you finished
durin battles, misplacin body parts, is the only thing i'm loosin to niggaz
now who cud envision/ the precision of this dude when he spittin/
comin with "telly tubby" flows . . . it obvious this fools must be "kiddin"

This[i] little brother[/i] aint nuttin but a pile of big pooh
niggaz say i run a shady biz, meanwhile they need proof
comin with fake hugs, a smile and a  kiss too/
think i'm blind like steve, dude?/ I dont mind, i keep cool
then I leave a hole in they head, now their mind's a see through

sittin on top of occasions, when i grab the mic, they all cheer mayne (chair man)
phuck Lord voldermort, it's H.J these wacks dont ever dare name
with or without fair claim/ i'm illest, and u dont wanna test son
they be feelin the jams (fillin the jamb) and i aint even comin with ma best form

flows are way over board, so u get hooked weneva i toss a line
thought of bridgin the gap  . . .shouldn't ever ever cross your mind
Silly dumb wacks, plus your thoughts lack what it takes to scare me LovePeddler
U punk'd out like ashton kutcher and u bein scared to phuckin dare me more (phuck in demi moore)

it's the true cat, bringin the true rap/ essence to you wacks/
peeps get scared of showin their true colors, so i gotta beat em blue black
I do fresh gears, with a fresh pair, but why the hell you gangsters do rags (doo rags)
the way I come up [/i]with the flows, even [i]J.cole be wondering WHO DAT!!

How u gon spit s.h.it, by switchin lips wit your asshole/
dont secrete lipids wen spittin lyrics, but niggaz know i gat fat (phat) flows/
freakin tadpoles, . . . .  dare to talk with shark/
didnt even stress the dome, it's as easy as a walk in the park

Heheheheh. . . HJ is bananas!

The Demi Moore line in particular is an all time classic

Ahaaa!!!!!
Finally the FFR of ma dreamz.

Ibime , H.j. .welcome home!

Send an email to the press. . . and blow him up. . . like Eagle Square/
And I aint signed, so every day is Independence Day/
I'm breathtaking. . . Yall niggas need to ventilate/

Badt guy!!!



peeps get scared of showin their true colors, so i gotta beat em blue black
I do fresh gears, with a fresh pair, but why the hell you gangsters do rags (doo rags)
the way I come up with the flows, even J.cole be wondering WHO DAT!!

U punk'd out like ashton kutcher and u bein scared to phuckin dare me more (phuck in demi moore)
[/b]

hehehe guyz . .dunno im just excited!!
Nice linez H.j . .tho im not a fan of footnotes
but u ripped it.

Y'all keep it comin . .im pennin sth as we speak.
FFR is back on track!

oNe