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Truth of the matter is/when we refuse to face our fears/they come back in a sea of tears.

Truth of the matter is/do we know what we fighting for/the quickest form of action,is it riots or war

Truth of the matter is/we all gat dark inside us/but we strive to keep it on a downlow

Truth of the matter is/Innocent blood spewn across the fertile grounds/cries and the futile sounds of those dying or dead

The colour of the ground,is it brown or red,lifes taken away by force/Either knifes or lead

Tribal difference is becoming a lot clearer,my country sits on a pot of boiling water

The innocents suffer,the ignorant mother,the little girl slayed,her father was played and dropped inside the gutter

Some words i cannot utter,my hope begins to falter/emotions spilling endlessly like a broken glass with water

Thoughts running through heads,things im trying to put together,im stitching two different kinds of leather

Regardless of the culture,language or weather/i dont see why we cant put heads together

Mother of a daughter,who just bought her a gift,says mum im off to serve my country/Somewhere in the north

Im sure she never thought,her life would be taken/for something she didnt partake in

Or know of,her mums heart is so soft/the news of her daughter/will forever be a memory never lost

We witness battles we never fought/we sink in troubles we never brought

A religion of peace,tarnished by greed and bloodthirst of many a few/so gory the view

We need to review,our stand on the matter/our nationality is battered/our common goals getting scattered

Change your head,we all worship one God/living or dead,we will all become mud

The quicker we begin to change then the better for us/this is is my word to the brothers in the North.

More Silence More Coffins


check out this dude's track, http://www.4shared.com/get/0NQHLaNa/Bebe_Nlo__Finished_.html

You should know my P/
Cuz I flow so deadly/
I'm rocking the MIC/
Repping my town PHC/
You should bounce and flee/
You rap like a refugee/
You dull like teddy bears/
I take you unawares/
I'm a veteran,no bullshitting
Listen
To these missles that am spitting/

Quick throwaways I typed on ma phone. . .


I keep an eye on the clock/ and strike while the iron is hot/
I save my money in The West Bank. . . while you Zionists plot/
I throw the thunder/ so if it's beef, you know the number/
Even Obama could get it, like Im Joe the Plumber/
I drive past where the homeless slumber/ in the coldest hummer/
They beg for something to control they hunger/. . . but I dont throw a dollar/
Im so greedy/ I smile when I walk past the needy/
when they need me/ thats when I disappear like Houdini/
I spit with the coolest diction/
If I say you tight, thats a euphemism/ Ya bytch got a glue addiction/
On my hip is where my tool is sitting/
so you cant dress like me. . . without a gun tucked under the true religion/

You

Ibime:

Quick throwaways I typed on ma phone. . .


I keep an eye on the clock/ and strike while the iron is hot/
I save my money in The West Bank. . . while you Zionists plot/
I throw the thunder/ so if it's beef, you know the number/
Even Obama could get it, like Im Joe the Plumber/
I drive past where the homeless slumber/ in the coldest hummer/
They beg for something to control they hunger/. . . but I dont throw a dollar/
Im so greedy/ I smile when I walk past the needy/
when they need me/ thats when I disappear like Houdini/
I spit with the coolest diction/
If I say you tight, thats a euphemism/ Ya bytch got a glue addiction/
On my hip is where my tool is sitting/
so you cant dress like me. . . without a gun tucked under the true religion/

Your throwaways make dope boys like me marvel/
Why are They so hard like gravel?/
This ish sound like flows cooked from abroad/
Most heads would find it kinda bored/
Stop posing like MODE NINE on nairaland/
Spit rhymes even mechanics and shoemakers would understand/
no dey rap like say you dey for jand na!!

@mikuz
taking to the mic i know you expect me to spit
but these mcee over here is from the streets
ibime got lines that should put you to sleep
you aint ill ur flows got dirt and its not distilled
im taking on you cos ibime is the reigning ish

dont reply me if you aint got a flaming spit,

@phraze Bounce and log out you aint ma class/ Test me am a whip your wack a.$.s/
Don't eff with me am gon' chew you like bubble gum/
And leave your shattered b.a.l.l.$ swinging like a pendullum/

@mikuz
how can you talk of class wen u aint even in one
ur ryhme so hazy wen u aint even holding a GUN
Imma whoop you man for position coupe u man
ur style aint wanted like criminals in the area
stick to ur shit and let me see ma lawyer

@phraze
Are you tryna say something?/
Better shut the eff up cuz you just tellin me nothing/
My sick lines have you deceased and leave you with the funeral of a slave!/
Hence am gon' bid you farewell and spit on your pathetic grave!/
Im a lyrical legend my flow is seeker!(sicker)/
Your girl b.l.e.w me!she made me even lick(leak)her/
Am a bash you like the east african reggae crew(necessary noize)/
Test me? My frigid lines will ice you!/
I rep ph.city where niggaz don't play!/
We spit fire like everyday!/ask ibime/

been long y'all


I think I'm good to go/ . cos I'm in a mood to flow/
I should be known/ . cos everywhere my music glows/
My stupid foes/ . . can't see me,they moving slow/
Y'all career will flop,rock-bottom . . like booty shows/

I'm golden . believe!/ my crews united will have ur homies deceased/
Cos I don't play games . . . like owen hegreaves/
They only retreats/ before i make them dudes start begging/
Cos I have more family and crews than terry/

I choose to be deadly/ leave ur arse the whole day restless/
I'm so off the chain . . like they stole'way my neckless/
I'm staying ahead/ . while y'all praying I'm dead/
Been running every track I'm involved without braking a leg/

Y'all should grip to ur swords/ when i bring beef to ur squad/
With massive earthquake strong enough to push the seas to the shore/
And have ur kneels to the floor/ . watching u serially killed/
They said I must be religious . cos I perform with missionary zeal/

^^^ That was the hottest 16 we've seen in a minute right there. Especially like the "push the seas to the shore" line.


I push the seas to the shore/ while you sleep and you snore/
Even with levies and sandbags, my flow breaching your door/
I like missionary. . but I don't preach to the poor/
That's just my favourite position when I sleep with a wwhore/
I put seeds in her store/ for my people to reap/
My frees is unique/ Y'all haters read it and weep!/
Most rappers need permission to speak/ when I'm holding court/
Unfolding thoughts/ whenever I'm spitting in this golden sport/
I could spit "to infinity and beyond" like buzz lightyear/
But I'm kinda tired now, let me stop right here/

You people and multi sha. 'Neways, bit over the place, I dnt av time for polishing.

Bubbly bar wrappers also wanna chill in ere/
Silly queers, u see a lounge in here?/
My niccas will tear off your lingerie/
Like 'Vickie, b!tc# whatdfuck u hiding there'/
Geddit?. . . Secrets/

Aint no discreet misfit in these districts/Yes, ask Ibis/
Our metal pieces/ come out laude like volumes of masters thesis!/
I done mastered this s#!t/ engineered lyrical physics/ beyond your mental physique/

Build up illegal digits like I cheat at titris/
No game boy, [b]D[/b]is [b]M[/b]an's [b]T[/b]he s#!t like Gaddafi, serious bizniz/
Ya'll hoes think deeper/ we don't dig your gimmicks/
Ya'll drink cheap bars/ dats why you piss poor lyrics/

Now dig this sick s#!t I throw up, u a$$h0les/
Rap egg[/i]heads un[i]scramble this bar code/
I eat beef for breakfast, the herod's approach/
The first born you bred, you bet dey are toast/

Ema prince:

been long y'all


I think I'm good to go/ . cos I'm in a mood to flow/
I should be known/ . cos everywhere my music glows/
My silly foes/ . . can't see me,they moving slow/
Y'all career will flop,rock-bottom . . like booty shows/

I'm golden . believe!/ my crews united will have your homies deceased/
Cos I don't play games . . . like owen hegreaves/
They only retreats/ before i make them dudes start begging/
Cos I have more family and crews than terry/

I choose to be deadly/ leave your arse the whole day restless/
I'm so off the chain . . like they stole'way my neckless/
I'm staying ahead/ . while y'all praying I'm dead/
Been running every track I'm involved without braking a leg/

Y'all should grip to your swords/ when i bring beef to your squad/
With massive earthquake strong enough to push the seas to the shore/
And have your kneels to the floor/ . watching u serially killed/
They said I must be religious . cos I perform with missionary zeal/

hehe

slimshay:

I eat beef for breakfast, the herod's approach/
The first born you bred, you bet dey are toast/

Punchline of the year so far!!!!

hehehe. .boyz are not smilin' o!
Ema prince waddap?
Slimshizzy,i see u dude,dayumm!

Ibis, wat it do?

Finna try drop a lil' snthin too. .


oNe

Errrrrr. ., i think i got one. . .

Back wit lyrical gaffe machine. .mint verses i keep givin/
Energizer bunny, i keep spittin. .u keep fienin'/

call me Alice Flaherty. . the way that i pen classic poos/
Intense intuitive writing skill. . like a Hypergraphic Muse. ./
took residence in ma head. .so im Out-writing all these dudes/
Do Bad all by maself no need steppin into fiend's shoe/
Energy Flows thru ma chest. .ma Mind Space Feng Shui!/

Warcraft state of mind . .watch how i spit Fighter Jets/
brightest vet. .u cant better ma skill. .at best u'l be Labeled Next/
raw, im rated X. .wrong beef. .like dark meat market/
your barz one directional . .flow on weak ratchet/

Bait me with a call out. .i shower u till u fall back/
direct offence. . point gaurd. . your position. . fullback!
leave Radioactive particles in air for y'all after this Fallout/

Why is it ma Spirituous linez get y'all niggaz to Sober up/
cos i d[i]![/i]k your chicks expand their capacity. . then i sew em up?/
still y'all tell the difference d'way y'all swim in their pot/
this is PG13 . .y'all dont make me show version Uncut/

off the top, Turbaned. . im a Sheik. .Look i pen Deluxe/
credulous. .im the $h[i].[/i]!t. . make u Kiss the Style i P[/b]ee off/
u babies full of Garbage. .get wit the [b]Dr and get Detox!/
Verses this dope is what vets are made off!/


oNe

. . . .

Nice work muchachos

Goddamit! I feel like a debtor. Seeing all this work for free. Overwhelming poetry. Thumbs up, Killers.

Tried to post this last night but got banned. . .

Some old shyt I sent to Eldee for a competition which never held. . . its called Trading day. . .



Head storming/ Sweat pouring/
Your debts called in/ Forex warning/
3rd Quarter sales down from exporting/
net importing/
Limit order buy, didn't hedge your win/
Went all in/ Trends falling/
Woke up the next morning/ tryna forget the mauling/
You gonna win it back, time to get balling/
Friends calling/ best ignore em/
Take ya eyes off the ticker and regret your sin/
Bloomberg, CNBC on the set recording/
Don't go long if the bears call for hectic shorting/
Check the overnight futures market/ 
If sentiment is strong, you won't lose ya target/
unless you reetarded/
You all good on the quantitative/
Market news bring the qualitative/
Now go to war like a phucking native!/
and put some green on ya profit statement/
Your top-down approach is so essential/
Sectors with growth potential/
Financial Times show the fundamentals/
Components stencilled/
Mining stocks with gold credentials/
But don't forget political risk/ That's critical shyt/
Those with exposure to Libya take significant hits/
You heard about disputed elections/ fuelling dissension/
Share price might take a hit if a coup is mentioned/
Grab ya financial calendar to see if its a news day/
cos Earnings reports and Macros dictate how you play/
You can't trade just off the top like a toupe/
if you skip the pleasantries, you'll be in for a rude day/
So what's ya strategy, Swing or Position?/
before you go in, you need to think of ya mission/
You checked the MACD's/ Bollingers and Fibonnaci's/
stock picks based on their Trend Strength Index/
Put momentum in your interest/ whenever you invest/
or get wiped out like Windex/ on your Finspreads/
Its all your decision/ You could fall in an instant/
Do you use brawn or your insincts/
or rely on Support and Resistance?/
Watch out for the big swings/
They could make ya ship sink/
You can't predict things/
when you trade against black box algorithms/
You better glean the lesson/
Whether the trend gaining momentum or mean regressing/
Get it wrong and fall into a deep depression!/
cos you might lose half of ya salary/
So backtest ya strategy/ looking for cracks and cavities/
but remember. . . nerves trumps faculty!/ 
If your model's good 80% of the time/ risk-reward is fine/
That's a good stochastic measure of a random walk in time/
but if you swing trade, watch for the fault lines/
Put and Call signs/that let you know when to call time/
cos one false move could lead to a blow out/
Better set the stop loss if you ever plan to go out/
cos Last time you left ya desk for a cigarrete/ without a stop-loss to intercept/
. . . and lost 5 grand over the internet!!!/

. . . . .

thanks a lot!

Kai, e don tey o. The usual suspekts still blazin up this joint. DBR, IBIME you guyz are just out of this world. so freakin prolific, DAMN! Me duff me hats brufs.
@Mykali
sup bro, tot i bust in today. jus takin a peek tho and keepin ma Nursery rhymes tp maself.

Kai. . .Ibime. I must post my wack verse, weda u'r a human being or not.

make i just show face. I'm not that good again sha. . .

This one's called THE FIGHT

There it comes. . .a punch. . .right in my face/
I was slow to dodge. . .i was slow to pace//
It got me/. . .now i'm caught in a daze/
I could see stars. . .like i was shot into space//
I used to be King. . .i used to own this place/
I used to murder them. . .just with a dreadful gaze//
But now i'm lost. . .like i'm trapped in a maze/
Nobody speaks of me. . .or my glorious days//
It pains/ me. . .to see what i've become/
How such a lazy punch. . .could turn me off//
How i lie on the floor. . .too weak to stand/
Wishing/ my opponent could lend me a hand//
But i struggle up/. . .back on my feet/
I can't take defeat. . .now i grit my teeth//
I see him/ hands in the air. . .feeling victorious/
I raise my fists/ they seem BIG. . .Notorious//
The moment he turns his face to face me/
Is the same fuckn moment it takes me//
To throw a punch with all the might in me/
Right in his neck. . .now he sees the devil smiling//

@crudedude

howdy bruhv. It don't matter what the big guns be droppin. Bombs or missiles. Your words are your thoughts. . .and you shouldn't be ashamed of them.

@Ibime

i marvel at yhu bruhv.

So this was supposed to be in Warcraft 'Lost One' and i penned it listening to the jay Z track. Even used the hook by Michelle. . .

Lost One

Check. . .

My days are bleak/ my nights go cold/
As I speak/ the words in my verse unfolds//
I'm weak/ the pain i feel in my chest's untold/
As the fear grips me. . . .who will I run to?//
I'm growin' old/. . .ain't getting any younger/
Ain't gon' live these past years any longer//
What does the future hold for me?/ i wonder/
When am I gon' pass away into the yonder?//
Yeah. . . .this is the time to ponder/
While i'm drivin' my navy blue Honda//
My dark thoughts lead me to a fatal blunder/
Next thing I know'z that I'm six feet under//
But Nelly said it's only just a dream/
So i'm back to reality 'fore my lights go dim//
And when i pray I ask God why my life's so grim/
''don't let things end this way, Lord''/ I told Him//

Hook
Lost One, let go to get one
Left one, lose some to win some
Story of a champion
Sorry I'm a champion

They say you've got one life so live it to the fullest/
how you gon' do that when you'z busy dodging bullets?//
The devil waits for you/ he knows he'll see you soonest/
So many niggaz iz gone and pro'bly it's gon' be you next//
So you live your life like it's one big fuckn party/
like your life's forever and death can't depart thee//
you think you got immunity cuz you'z illuminati?/
But I could slash ya veins and watch as you bleed nasty//
since you got Nine lives/ won't hurt much if you 'Lost One'/
itz gon' be late when you realize you just got one//
and your momma weeps over the body of her lost son/
You thought you could cheat life nigga. . .but you lost, son//

"why you messing with phraze"
flow for rank yea wait for dat
as i spit to spat
fellaz heed to dat
ma bars thru like a food in sacs
hope the press dont see to dat
the best in ma field like a real durag
make it a biting game like i fix to part
emcees in the corner they mite think im dat
west knows ma raps flips to flap
remedy na @mikuz you can sink in dat
getting over ur shit relapse
not dissin eminem but the kid with strapes
@mikuz still stick to dat


im bringing war to you like the S.E.A.L. in Osama's yard

These suckaz thinking they can get to dissing the boy
I don't need to get angry, why should I get pissed? I destroy
All of the nonsense you come up with you on some dumb ish aren't ya?
I be the real money maker you and your crew just be scavengers
Be careful, watch your back before I come and straight savage ya
truthfully, I think myself quite hazardous
Because when I get to spitting I'm straight up gruesome
Killing these so-called Supermen, I'm Lex Luther
I'm double-liked on Youtube, use two thumbs
Nothing like the average rapper, they get close to-none
But these boys are just too dumb
To understand anything I say, why am I even talking to them?
I straight up influence the truants whose movements
Cause your imminent failure call me eminem, listen who wants
To ever hear your broke body rap
I get money like a female deer, did you understand that?
No need for explanation, you wreck the grounds, I wreck the nation
And strap you to a bomb to set off you and everybody who's affiliated

Rank me like am a soldier
Pay homage cos am a king
Listen cos am ur priest
Either ways I keep U quiet like am ur prophet
Ma rhymes are like axe ready to break U like a piece for picks.
Call me the killer priest cos I leave U neckless with ur tounge hanging.

yo i been out a minute
but your boy is back
zero to sixty
wen i step on the gas
explosive flow
bout to drop sick bars
i just kill and go
u culd call me mopo
i run my game
like im usain bolt
and im so cold im like the south pole
who's this kid?
i bet yu wanna know
but i stay underground, im something like a mole

Ma ink just musin' . . .



Homies cant say a prayer. .ni99az just do the adlibs/
not eaten in days. .cant cant even move his tired lips/
Tragic/. .dire need/ his name on the fired list/
vilest/. .asking why me. .now willing to try sh[i].[/i]!t/

thinking, caught? he'l make trial at least/
tireless,/ from pennin' rap sh[i].[/i]!t. .now peddling' crack shiit/
was nice with them Hooks. . fc[i].[/i]uk it,now u an Addict?/
drastic,/ no beat. .u hang wit the gang clique/

plannin, gat clicked/ hope luck will have it/
noosed, handlin' charm. . foot of a Rabbit/
not sure, Enticin' habit/. .just Carrot dammit!/
your soul worth too much for a pun or a gambit!/

now Future is Close. .wondering' wat it has fixed/
wat if u Open the Present. .and its filled wit Past Gifts?/
No Roof o'er your head from cradle. .not even in Casket/
and 2 Kittens culdda Pecked. . b4 u call a Catechist!!/


oNe