WARRIBLOOD: i met oshiomole yesteday..he told me "GO N FLY"//

sosiqdude:

Guy come house now now....make we do that stuff na

Guykhena: When I put my pen down/
It makes crazy punches-Joker the clown/
leaving kids in here drown/
and the men in here frown/leaving them bound/
with a spell from my lyrical sound/
weaklings saying they can put a "Man Down" ? So I wear them a gown/
and beat these biitches up like a drunken 'Chris Brown' /.....
not forgetting the diesel/saying you better than me? I'll burn you if you think so/
you fvckin bozos/
I spit sick bombs that I call 'Deadly Measles'/
I see the puzzles,wen I see y'all failing/
but check out the way kids in here derailing/
people wen reach to be my papa swaying /
same peeps some fagggots hailing?/
don't look at me cus am just saying.../
to you biitches trying to make here decay/
y'all gonna pay/ I say what I do and do what I say/
cus I "Only Say" like that sport analyst 'Sunday'/
Ibime said "if you can't say it with bars,then you got nothing to say"/
but sorry bro I contradict that cus I got a conscience/
you know if you can't say it with bars you saying nonsense/
I prefer they go into silence/
than dropping wack bars into thinking they make Sense/
cus they worthless/
writtens the definition of boring ness/
you'll see more fun than their writtens when watching patients/ slip in and out of consciousness/.....
I know y'all wondering/why I suddenly left this boundary/
but I only went to explore/ all tight ish core/
some say 'na wash' but this aint laundry/
I went on the road to get myself immortalized/
those on my way got penalized/ or brutalized/ or just straight up sliced/
back in Rap-Royalty you'll understand my heist/
I restructure everyone mindset/
and make y'all think we playing

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'Mission Games' when I get half ya screen split/
/non won't make Punch Headlines even if they were Drake shiiit/
so am gonna take them 'Biitch' out like a PG13 edit/...
....ok Action.... No Cut/
anything you do here Biitches find fault/
try that again and ama slam your face to the Asphalt/.....
.
then sell your 'Oviduct'/and that makes you a Frank Ocean slut/
I might go steady as slow as Snail/
but remove the 'S' then I pierce your eyeballs with the nail/
Bars unlimited like Guantanamo bay/
my lines put the needle on hip hop tail/
come at me you'll surely fail/
wack Emcees with no veil/
that even if they call their album 'Ship' it won't 'Sail'/...damn
my style drive textcees loco/
brings more blast than a boko/
faster than a turbo/
these textcees still stay local like 'Uche Jumbo'/
well the truth is I've been in this ish since when y'all was baby sucking/
B4 the existence of DJ's Jockey/
right after Stephen Hawking/
was probably even walking/
I make my opponents weak you'll see/
when they receive my bombs 7 times like the goalpost of Brazil/now the main Question is can anyone Stand up to me?

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The answer is NO,,,




















NOT EVEN MAYBE.
#factoid.

kingdimes: greetings to a God

TzPhaLanx: Quick frees

Hi elymax
U a bastid with f*cked rhymes/
A good look at u and people know u a dull swine/
and messing with me is gon be lyk d BRA vs Ger match. . .ur only shot is gonna come after seven of mine!/
Steadily I attack and have da elf drop dead/
Very wack yet he claims to be a text stronghead/
since my worst spits beat da best drug heads/
Here I'll give da pest torments/
And for claiming what he's not I'll have d dick eternally trapped in my bre@st pocket!/
Elymax u light weight/
mess with me and have ur sides sprayed/
poor bastid! U gon xperience God's blessing at old age lyk dose that paid their tithes late!/
U just typing my name looking for what I might say?/
Buh I have I nothing to say to u cos u a b*tch nigga, , ,a wrong person in the right place!/
And as for u churchill its useless xchanging words with u cus I know u already a dead goon/
U aint smart , during ur young days u held ur shoes in ya hand and walked around barefoot!/^^
In dis rap game I'm on da highest level buh looking @ the way u act in Nairaland its clear u way below poverty level!/
Churchill even u know that I always pen sick strong bars/
and d gats I'm sending maul lads/
Buh since u already known on facebook as d lanky kid that suffers malnutrition. . .I'll have my gats retreat just to watch u die of peptic ulcer!/

Iceskidd: king of rhymes. ROTFL

JigsawKillah:

he kept it 2syllables all thru


SAW

JigsawKillah: Im holding the staff of the throne/
in my regalia, with my canvas and gold/
chains, trousers fat as my flows/
no skinny jeans like these guinea pigs and rappers like kr0ne/
i make rappers swallow they spit, when i go after they throats/
Jigsaw is the only gangsta i know/
my verses too much for the chapters you flow/
with more green than the savannah and lo/
im too tall for ur dwarfish upsets/
Idi Mean, distributing hardship to gents/
sailing thru revolution with a starship of vets/
we've seen the end of mikuz, and the end of coogar/
the end of Ibime is next, yes im gooder/
im the ultimate, done dined with gods/
i fight demons daily, with the mic as cross/
my spit's the holy water, i rap the scriptures/
got schooled by the most active teachers/
2pac and Nas, Big L and Ice Cube/
Rakim and Eazy, some other guys too/
they made a god, when angered i strike dudes/
taught me how to master the art of mic use/
you'll never see my bars rusty as kingdimes/
im not limerick, taking advantage of weak guys/
im not Ibime, and i dont like too much peace/
im not Paulthor, and i dont like too much ddicks/
my instincts are sharp/ figures bbitches from far/
i shine all the time, im not eden hazard/
called yeyenatu, beetch im so gonna fuckyouhard/
the pistol's locked, but i still managed to bust few bars/
i could do rebuttals all day, if i wasnt so busy/
got pm's, asking how i does it so easy/
this dawg is so greedy/ he wants the girls himself/
give him your ppussy or else i'll curse your health/
so you can die painfully with your loved ones by your righthand side/
make you cry like mikuz after his battle was a landslide/
victory for coogar/ flows sweetened than sugar/
i appear with a 2' 2 pole whipping your louvres/
i bring beef to the table, call me the game's chef/
i'll make sure yall emcees cant whistle like a lame ref/


SAW

JigsawKillah: Im holding the staff of the throne/
in my regalia, with my canvas and gold/
chains, trousers fat as my flows/
no skinny jeans like these guinea pigs and rappers like kr0ne/
i make rappers swallow they spit, when i go after they throats/
Jigsaw is the only gangsta i know/
my verses too much for the chapters you flow/
with more green than the savannah and lo/
im too tall for ur dwarfish upsets/
Idi Mean, distributing hardship to gents/
sailing thru revolution with a starship of vets/
we've seen the end of mikuz, and the end of coogar/
the end of Ibime is next, yes im gooder/
im the ultimate, done dined with gods/
i fight demons daily, with the mic as cross/
my spit's the holy water, i rap the scriptures/
got schooled by the most active teachers/
2pac and Nas, Big L and Ice Cube/
Rakim and Eazy, some other guys too/
they made a god, when angered i strike dudes/
taught me how to master the art of mic use/
you'll never see my bars rusty as kingdimes/
im not limerick, taking advantage of weak guys/
im not Ibime, and i dont like too much peace/
im not Paulthor, and i dont like too much ddicks/
my instincts are sharp/ figures bbitches from far/
i shine all the time, im not eden hazard/
called yeyenatu, beetch im so gonna fuckyouhard/
the pistol's locked, but i still managed to bust few bars/
i could do rebuttals all day, if i wasnt so busy/
got pm's, asking how i does it so easy/
this dawg is so greedy/ he wants the girls himself/
give him your ppussy or else i'll curse your health/
so you can die painfully with your loved ones by your righthand side/
make you cry like mikuz after his battle was a landslide/
victory for coogar/ flows sweetened than sugar/
i appear with a 2' 2 pole whipping your louvres/
i bring beef to the table, call me the game's chef/
i'll make sure yall emcees cant whistle like a lame ref/


SAW

coogar: this is good to see!
the level of the pen game has been raised subconsciously. come on guys, drop more dopê lyrics - let's celebrate the news that i sent mikuz to the land of no return!

kr0ne: but his lines so f_cking dead, like a case of necrophilia!

kr0ne: From the lazy vets to the zealous bunkums/ the dweebs . . . weak and strong ones/
to those who wished our fall off/ I wish peace and honour/ salute with streaks of gunshots/
. . . all you internet thugs and keyboard warriors!

. . . Bis the king, I applaud yo!/
with gentle strokes you've owned most bouts/ you keep the throne and hold the crown/
thrill the folks with flows profound/ truly, we see tight and lose writers but your scripts know no bounds!

. . .fans you've incited/ in Brutal Clash you resigned vets/
others you forced to drop the pen . . .or have their hands tied behind them/ on Fb, your bars been cited/
bitten and recited/ but your worst mistake, sire . . . was the man you knighted!

. . . he got Mj's balls, they never land inside net/ everyday he drops form/
English fans can't see him in top four/ no one can deny that . . . the cat exposed the feminine parts . . .
and we saw a biitch in bum shots!

. . . he should be killed with gunshots!/ and buried in the dungeons/
when you spit, we race for the encyclopaedia/ but his lines so f_cking dead, like a case of necrophilia!

. . . I stay hot like I was purged from hell . . . the son of Satan/ with no belief in the gods of men . . .
like I was born a pagan/ but I hunt and slay faggs/ so for y'all who lick asses . . .I'll quickly give Jayz's fat lips . . .
if you rock a fella!

. . . and for y'all lying fools/ hating cos I write the truth/
accused me for inviting troops/ and inciting coup/ against the residing dudes/
while hyping you, is the only crime we do!!/ how dare you spite me, fools!/
I felt the heat but I'm still cool/ sorry if I'm being rude/
but if you're still blinded with hate, I greet you/ and those with foresight like Ozil, eye see yoo!

. . .after we unleashed the first holy war/ NL was hacked and folded up/
bad news to who think Kr0ne is gone/ I'm still on board . . . Tony Hawk!!


The Phoenix

Iceskidd: kr0ne men/
why's you being like this men/
necrophilia is my grammar, invented it at da 2 lines diss thread/
dunno if you stole it,/
just wanna say, thats d0pe men.

kr0ne:

Don't give me the urge/ to bring the sword/ and rip ya guts/
dunno where this kidd is from/ but let's assume you're in Tokyo . . .
Necrophilia is an English word

kr0ne:
. .fans you've incited/ in Brutal Clash you resigned vets/
others you forced to drop the pen . . .or have their hands tied behind them/ on Fb, your bars been cited/
bitten and recited/ but your worst mistake, sire . . . was the man you knighted!

coogar:

this dude should be beaten. he had what could have been the best bar in the history of this section worded so weakly.......

"man you knighted" could have carried a more potent double entrede missile if you had infused SAF/moyes/man united into the bar. such a wasted concept.....what were you thinking?

you had it in your hands & you let it slip!

kr0ne:
I get your point, but it's the same play.....Man United/ man you knighted/ English fans/ top four
I know it wasn't properly worded. I did this while working. Anyways, thanks

TzPhaLanx: Quick frees

Hi elymax
U a bastid with f*cked rhymes/
A good look at u and people know u a dull swine/
and messing with me is gon be lyk d BRA vs Ger match. . .ur only shot is gonna come after seven of mine!/
Steadily I attack and have da elf drop dead/
Very wack yet he claims to be a text stronghead/
since my worst spits beat da best drug heads/
Here I'll give da pest torments/
And for claiming what he's not I'll have d dick eternally trapped in my bre@st pocket!/
Elymax u light weight/
mess with me and have ur sides sprayed/
poor bastid! U gon xperience God's blessing at old age lyk dose that paid their tithes late!/
U just typing my name looking for what I might say?/
Buh I have I nothing to say to u cos u a b*tch nigga, , ,a wrong person in the right place!/
And as for u churchill its useless xchanging words with u cus I know u already a dead goon/
U aint smart , during ur young days u held ur shoes in ya hand and walked around barefoot!/^^
In dis rap game I'm on da highest level buh looking @ the way u act in Nairaland its clear u way below poverty level!/
Churchill even u know that I always pen sick strong bars/
and d gats I'm sending maul lads/
Buh since u already known on facebook as d lanky kid that suffers malnutrition. . .I'll have my gats retreat just to watch u die of peptic ulcer!/