coogar:

what about the meat you bit from airmark you didn't want us to talk about? achebe of rap, local bingo of hip-hop.



he's been writing that all night.....obese is a slow writer - something he never lies about. this is why he posts rarely. it takes him 6 hrs to write 16-32 bars. don't let anyone bamboozle you. ask him how long it took him to write that - let's see if he will lie.

Suarez:
You're a rat to your facebook friends - a low class snitch/
Mik is a Malnourished puppy with a fractured butt-a broke-áss bítch

Emaprince: @mikuz
Give me ur mail add..I'm trying to send a pm but I don't uunderstand NL again..

Ibime: Back to bars. . . last for a while. . . till thís place get back to BARS.



For 6 years, we maintained our corner/
where nothing other than skills could penetrate our border/
Real emcees got promoted . . and the chaff was sifted/
And we made room at the top. . . for cats that's gifted/
But now dudes want recognition for the wack they've scripted/
And biters are respected for the raps they lifted/
We used to keep those 2Go chats restricted/
Same thing brought Facebook down. . . now Nairaland's afflicted/
Don't get me wrong. . . we had beef in our day/
But beef was settled by the skills that emcees would display/
But these 2Go niggas don't see it that way/
and there's few vets around to keep em at bay/
Before we battled, we'd exchange bars to test the quickness of wit/
See if he really got skills. . .and if he really legit/
Nowadays every wacko want their ego rubbed/
They quick to flip. . . if you don't show them negros love/
WTF FYH gotta say to a gee/ cos I'm making him see/
He got to improve skills. . .to take his place on the tree/
Niggas like him prolly feeling he spit something that's ill/
When I'm tryna guide the young nigga to brush up on his skill/
Iam spazzing out. . . like he wanna land blows in my face/
cos I told young blood. . . his rhymes is all over the place/
Giyazz has improved/ his new stanzas are cute/
but false pride got other niggas feeling they the man in the booth/
I just try to challenge the youth/ with my raps as the proof/
but young niggas with ego. . . can't handle the truth/
In saner climes, Loona and Krone would be the standard we set/
but wack niggas fret/ Claiming Kings. . . with amateur text/
You can't advance to a vet/ when ya multis is shaky/
Salty and flaky/ I speak the truth. . even though some of y'all niggas hate me/
Before I wrote my first text, I was spitting on mics/
My flow correct. . . long before I got my fingers to type/
Jigsaws verses. . . the kinda shít that entice/
Everytime he dropped . . I was the one giving him likes/
He don't punch quite strong. . . but his flow is delicious/
He far ahead of most niggas. . . even though he not vicious/
cos I pride myself in being technically flawless/
Flow is the primary skill. . . before the other secondary forces/
But y'all niggas be getting me nauseous/ with silly chats/
FFR was the shít. . . but I'm done tryna bring it back/
I tried to police the thread/ and beseech the heads/
to quit the chatting and let their lyrics speak instead/
But all the vets are gone. . . I cant replace what they've given/
And new vets don't wanna take charge. . . they behaving as kittens/
For example, Loona should be crushing the wacks/ who do nothing but chat/
One battle every week. . . till he governing cats/
But when Coogar do nothing but speak/ and he wanna be chief/
that's when you get a million wackos running the street/
Niggas say why not stop him with beef?/ cos the brother is cheap/
He wack plus every battle, he bite something and cheat/
I retired last year. . . with respect from all enemies/
Entered the King Tourney late. . . to cement my legacy/
I beat all comers/ and floored brothers/ with strong stunners/
Only Streetwize took my stripes. . . but barely lasted one summer/
I aint got the strong hunger/ cos theres nothing to prove/
King Tourney was my last statement. . .its left for others to groove/
But I tried to maintain FFR as a place of merit/
for the new breed of emcees to embrace and cherish/
But it's turned to a place where gàys inherit/
And for that Coogar and Mikuz must take the credit/
cos Coogar got nothing to add/
He wanna lead. . . with no bars. . . and hundreds of chats/
He a biter. . . accusing Ibi of abducting his raps/
While brothers that's wack/ like FYH. . . nod in the back/
That's why he'll get struck with a slap/ for being dumb and a lil fück/
like Ibi forgot how to rap? . . . to steal multis and build ups?/
Coogar bite punches. . . clearly. . . to upgrade his verse/
then say I stole some weak fillers. . .why?. . . so I can make my verse worse?/
And Mikuz get his share of the blame/ clearly he's lame/
He got skill. . . but no wisdom. . .so he must carry the shame/
He invited Coogar to judge King Tourney. . . I said. . that's clearly insane/
That jobless dude will kill thís section. . . and you'll be bearing the pain/
Soon as I won the crown, Coogar tried to snatch it from me/
Thats wack and corny/ a disrespect to all the vets that I've battled surely/
But Mikuz went and opened a thread . . despite I told him/
that Coogar bite from olden/ so it's only right I scold him/
And since then Coogar accuse me of ducking/ tryna sue me for nothing/
I made it clear. . . that me vs Coog. . . is a stüpid discussion/
Then Mikuz started banning niggas and abusing his rights/
Niggas turned against him. . . and Coogar started recruiting their types/
Add insult to injury. . . Mikuz infused him with hype/
took a weak verse to battle him. . . and end up losing the fight/
He should have listened the dudes that advised/
We said ignore Coogar. . . that's what you do to his type/
Now all a sudden, he a leader with many wacks on his side/
bringing silly chats to the site/ no more raps to delight/
He don't care if he respected from the veterans way/
He's unemployed. . . just looking for chats. . . to help him get through his day/
He made a thousand posts in the last week alone/
Thats why I warned Mikuz to leave the freak alone/
I know I'm kinda ill/ and I rhyme with skill/
but I aint got time. . . to fight a nigga. . . that got time to kill/
And I ain't got time to prove myself to a bunch of newbies/
All the vets know my name. . . ask the ones that knew me/
I spit something smoothly/ on audio and text/
Ask every ill nigga you know. . .I'm acknowledged the best/
I can't go to war with a pest/ with time on his hands/
Even though he'll die where he stand/ If I decide to go HAM/
cos he'll come back with more arguments like a puto brat/
So thís my last bar for now . . before y'all turn FFR . . . to 2Go chats/
but before I leave, here's something for you döpe cats/
A few audios. . . to show I dont compare. . . to who you know wack/


http://www.hulkshare.com/mobile/index.php#jamez3d/ibime-maestro



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Krizzkutz: Emaprince shey uv seen it?? Make I screengrab sometins slf

Ibime, how can I reach u??

mikuz:

Check your inbox. I hope there's no problem?

Krizzkutz:

Ibime, how can I reach u??

mikuz:

What's happening? Is Cooger aka Suarez dead?

Ibime: Back to bars. . . last for a while. . . till thís place get back to BARS.



For 6 years, we maintained our corner/
where nothing other than skills could penetrate our border/
Real emcees got promoted . . and the chaff was sifted/
And we made room at the top. . . for cats that's gifted/
But now dudes want recognition for the wack they've scripted/
And biters are respected for the raps they lifted/
We used to keep those 2Go chats restricted/
Same thing brought Facebook down. . . now Nairaland's afflicted/
Don't get me wrong. . . we had beef in our day/
But beef was settled by the skills that emcees would display/
But these 2Go niggas don't see it that way/
and there's few vets around to keep em at bay/
Before we battled, we'd exchange bars to test the quickness of wit/
See if he really got skills. . .and if he really legit/
Nowadays every wacko want their ego rubbed/
They quick to flip. . . if you don't show them negros love/
WTF FYH gotta say to a gee/ cos I'm making him see/
He got to improve skills. . .to take his place on the tree/
Niggas like him prolly feeling he spit something that's ill/
When I'm tryna guide the young nigga to brush up on his skill/
Iam spazzing out. . . like he wanna land blows in my face/
cos I told young blood. . . his rhymes is all over the place/
Giyazz has improved/ his new stanzas are cute/
but false pride got other niggas feeling they the man in the booth/
I just try to challenge the youth/ with my raps as the proof/
but young niggas with ego. . . can't handle the truth/
In saner climes, Loona and Krone would be the standard we set/
but wack niggas fret/ Claiming Kings. . . with amateur text/
You can't advance to a vet/ when ya multis is shaky/
Salty and flaky/ I speak the truth. . even though some of y'all niggas hate me/
Before I wrote my first text, I was spitting on mics/
My flow correct. . . long before I got my fingers to type/
Jigsaws verses. . . the kinda shít that entice/
Everytime he dropped . . I was the one giving him likes/
He don't punch quite strong. . . but his flow is delicious/
He far ahead of most niggas. . . even though he not vicious/
cos I pride myself in being technically flawless/
Flow is the primary skill. . . before the other secondary forces/
But y'all niggas be getting me nauseous/ with silly chats/
FFR was the shít. . . but I'm done tryna bring it back/
I tried to police the thread/ and beseech the heads/
to quit the chatting and let their lyrics speak instead/
But all the vets are gone. . . I cant replace what they've given/
And new vets don't wanna take charge. . . they behaving as kittens/
For example, Loona should be crushing the wacks/ who do nothing but chat/
One battle every week. . . till he governing cats/
But when Coogar do nothing but speak/ and he wanna be chief/
that's when you get a million wackos running the street/
Niggas say why not stop him with beef?/ cos the brother is cheap/
He wack plus every battle, he bite something and cheat/
I retired last year. . . with respect from all enemies/
Entered the King Tourney late. . . to cement my legacy/
I beat all comers/ and floored brothers/ with strong stunners/
Only Streetwize took my stripes. . . but barely lasted one summer/
I aint got the strong hunger/ cos theres nothing to prove/
King Tourney was my last statement. . .its left for others to groove/
But I tried to maintain FFR as a place of merit/
for the new breed of emcees to embrace and cherish/
But it's turned to a place where gàys inherit/
And for that Coogar and Mikuz must take the credit/
cos Coogar got nothing to add/
He wanna lead. . . with no bars. . . and hundreds of chats/
He a biter. . . accusing Ibi of abducting his raps/
While brothers that's wack/ like FYH. . . nod in the back/
That's why he'll get struck with a slap/ for being dumb and a lil fück/
like Ibi forgot how to rap? . . . to steal multis and build ups?/
Coogar bite punches. . . clearly. . . to upgrade his verse/
then say I stole some weak fillers. . .why?. . . so I can make my verse worse?/
And Mikuz get his share of the blame/ clearly he's lame/
He got skill. . . but no wisdom. . .so he must carry the shame/
He invited Coogar to judge King Tourney. . . I said. . that's clearly insane/
That jobless dude will kill thís section. . . and you'll be bearing the pain/
Soon as I won the crown, Coogar tried to snatch it from me/
Thats wack and corny/ a disrespect to all the vets that I've battled surely/
But Mikuz went and opened a thread . . despite I told him/
that Coogar bite from olden/ so it's only right I scold him/
And since then Coogar accuse me of ducking/ tryna sue me for nothing/
I made it clear. . . that me vs Coog. . . is a stüpid discussion/
Then Mikuz started banning niggas and abusing his rights/
Niggas turned against him. . . and Coogar started recruiting their types/
Add insult to injury. . . Mikuz infused him with hype/
took a weak verse to battle him. . . and end up losing the fight/
He should have listened the dudes that advised/
We said ignore Coogar. . . that's what you do to his type/
Now all a sudden, he a leader with many wacks on his side/
bringing silly chats to the site/ no more raps to delight/
He don't care if he respected from the veterans way/
He's unemployed. . . just looking for chats. . . to help him get through his day/
He made a thousand posts in the last week alone/
Thats why I warned Mikuz to leave the freak alone/
I know I'm kinda ill/ and I rhyme with skill/
but I aint got time. . . to fight a nigga. . . that got time to kill/
And I ain't got time to prove myself to a bunch of newbies/
All the vets know my name. . . ask the ones that knew me/
I spit something smoothly/ on audio and text/
Ask every ill nigga you know. . .I'm acknowledged the best/
I can't go to war with a pest/ with time on his hands/
Even though he'll die where he stand/ If I decide to go HAM/
cos he'll come back with more arguments like a puto brat/
So thís my last bar for now . . before y'all turn FFR . . . to 2Go chats/
but before I leave, here's something for you döpe cats/
A few audios. . . to show I dont compare. . . to who you know wack/


http://www.hulkshare.com/mobile/index.php#jamez3d/ibime-maestro



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Guykhena:

Can y'all see maturity,he dropped this verse to shift away from the chit-chats,what we expected was coogar to reply,instead he got into what he's known best,,smh

deepthougths: a quickie for fu.ckyouhard



I'm gonna end this 'insult'/dis fool shuld bone d rude approach n bring me kola-nuts/if u refuse...i'll mak ur miseries to jut/when i 'F.U.CK-YOU-HARD' and dent wounds on ur pu.ssy...my writtens will throw in salt/

i'll leave d 'goose' head dazzled/wen he 'ducks' from battles...to me it z strizzle/i'll break his neck...string his throat...make him fizzle/i'll form an OCEAN from my tyt script mizzle/

but dis dude cnt 'swim in pride'...cos he's a f.u.cking 'co.ck'/my glock cocks/i'll spread ur legs apart...like a quater to 3 o'clock/f.u.cking you hard will not only b a hobby...it will also be my work/spanking u 'black' cos f.u.cking u is a 'blue' collar job/

i dnt bliv in predestination...i dnt bliv in fate/ if itz ir destiny to die today, my hands r free from ur death/ cos lyk pontus pilate/i'll hav my hands washed...while still having u impaled/

i'm so 'NOT HE' (naughty, nut) cos im hard on d outside/if he gives a punch...i'll bounce d 'f.u.ck' back/till we hear you have a HARD crack/lyk passwords suffering from cyber crime hack /

you r a joker-i'm a bad man/ you r d joker-i'm d batman/my jabs will put a smile on dat face...no nid for blades n knives/vets will ask 'why so serious'?...for 'attacking' HARD lyk Zlatan/
i'm demonic...i'm a beast...i'm a titan/ i kill fakers...n hang vilians/
fyh is broke...as it stands...'he has no fans'/little wonder 'he sweats in his pants'...wen my 'heat arrives'/

u r known for wordplays...i am known for SURDplays/ wen i 'equate' to cancel ur ROOTS...ur ancestral line will b shattered away/i'll mak ur girlfren sing wizkid's AWAY/evryday/n ur mom will f.u.ck me cos she knows dat enemies of her DUMB son...must have opposites of his brains/

i leave d dude in 'deepthougths'...lyk philosophers/cos my lines are hard to decipher...lyk encripted letters/you can visit wikipedia/or google webopedia...'F.U.CK' is foul, disdaining and a profane intensifier...

dEEp....anyone else?

mikuz:

Suarez cannot write this good. He tried to build a reputation on here with stealing other people's samples but he just got exposed, slapped and disgraced!

Cooger aka Suarez is finished!

Guykhena:
Coogar watches too much kotd battles,I swear,,
There was even one I picked,but to avoid more conflicts,let me hold my peace....

Ibime: If y'all wondering why Coogar has been silent, that's cos he just got banned for 5 days. That'll teach him to behave himself.