Ibime:

^^^^Whats the nonsense above?  . . . . I rank that 0.5/10. . . .how can a rapper claim Muswell Hill with pride?. . . . .rap and grime are two different genres. . . . lemme show you how its done son. . . . this is an old verse of mine. . . .




Your career’s a Fosbury flop. . . while I raise the bar/
In this game, you get played like an Ace of Hearts/
I’m poised like an angel shark/ so don’t wade too far/
incase I park/ my razor sharp/ teeth in your navel parts/
and crunch like cornflakes/ till ya femur breaks/
. . . as my canines sink into big dog steaks/
plus. . . I only play for big dog stakes!/
so if ya speed down my path . . .best hit y’all brakes!/
cos I flip your weight/ like a forklift truck/
How many dicks can ya LovePeddler lips suck?/. . . Good Question!
. . but it’s rhetorical/ . .so don’t consult the oracle/
leave the question hanging. . cos you’d find the answer horrible!/
I’m a muff diver/ spitting out tufts of saliva/
A ruff rider/ She gets roughed up inside her/
I pump fire/ when I be touching and teasing/
Hand over her mouth just to muffle her breathing/
Stand over her mouth when Im dumping the semen/
So hand over ya spouse. . . or Ill stand over ya house/
like King Kong. . . and put my fist through the roof/
The issue is YOU!/ she kissed you and flew/
She wouldn’t miss you. . . so you  picked a tissue and blew/
Boo hoo. . . cried ya eyes cos you was loving the ho/
You should be hung on a rope/. . .  or strung on a boat/
and dragged across the sea. . .see if ya sunk or ya float/
Or better yet, dumped in a moat/. . . till ya stunk and ya bloat/
. . cos ya gave her the world. . . and left with nothing to show/
. . just a lump in ya throat/. . .while Im picking her shrimp/
Cos she snatched my banana like a cynical chimp/
And you been ridiculed since/. . . you little pitiful wimp!/
In the jungle, a critical limp/ could finish a love-vendor/
survival is vital/. . .  predators with impediments. . .
go hungry. . . till their flesh end up as sediments/
Im past ‘tense’. . Im ‘nervous’/. . ya past-tense. . .ya murdered/
So have sense/ I couldn't give half cents. . . I'm impervious!/
Get ya ass bent/ and dumped in Tashkent/ suburbias/
where rats attend ya service/ turn ya ass into burgers/
Im an Alpha male. . .  while you past ya prime/
. . at prime time, my primates pass the nine/
You primarily just pass the time. . . I pass with flying colours/
And laugh at lying sluggards/. . . my graph is climbing upwards/
Im so greedy. . . I smile when I walk past the needy/
You can’t see me. . . my dough levitate like Houdini/
Featherweights like to be me/ . . . cos Im the Don/
Im Don King. . . Im the King. . you a Donkey Kong!/

rhymz:

Am hot wit sick flowz
wen i rock d mic,geez re i lyk Oh no coz
ma battlez re K.Os
Am one sick niggi wit a name dat spellz skillz
like a cancer
ma shit killz u slow slow
hey!Wat da 4ck is U saying
did y'all hear dat
yeah it rhymz
wat? It's rhymz
he smut paz ice,
he just like 9ice
da best in da game
cos wen dey sound lame,datz wen dey get maimed,dun nid to lay blames cos I only spit flamez,buh if dey lay claimz datz when i start to call namez,
well mess it!!
Dont givz a 4ck if dis-s iz about fame,
Homy dis is ma game now rhymz is da best
don't even try test
cos i pass d contest
ma rhymz is da dopest
hahahaha, rhymz is d sweetest, Yeah did i hear sb say he's da realest, Now i think amma take dat rest.

Ibime:

^^^^Whats the nonsense above?  . . . . I rank that 0.5/10. . . .how can a rapper claim Muswell Hill with pride?. . . . .rap and grime are two different genres. . . . lemme show you how its done son. . . . this is an old verse of mine. . . .

~Sauron~:


You sound cocky as Bleep, so there must be somethin I don’t know
Cuz how impressive do u think u are with wack punches n no flow?
U front like u dope tho, predictions constantly show you are not
If someone thought u’d win, that pic musta been doctored in photoshop
U probably hope I’ll stop, I got memory loss, it’s true
Cuz ya last dope verse escapes me, too bad u won’t follow suit
This is the end of ya run, you’re lame and you’re wack to me
If ya bars were as short as ya win streak, they might be able to catch a beat
Girls say that you’re lackin meat, so when you’re givin it to hoes
They’re like ya loss column in this section, they never finish with an 0
So they Bleep me before u, asking to get my cock raw
You’re just the reup man, they call u after they get their rocks off
I’m givin bitches lock jaw, while this gay is a mess
Callin a maid-in(maiden), but couldn’t pull a damzel in distress
I get the baddest n the best, he’s never tappin the hottest
Call his bitch Frodo. . . .cuz the only one he’s Baggin’s a hobbit.

Thumping hombre!

Ibime:

^^^^Whats the nonsense above?  . . . . I rank that 0.5/10. . . .how can a rapper claim Muswell Hill with pride?. . . . .rap and grime are two different genres. . . . lemme show you how its done son. . . . this is an old verse of mine. . . .

Dont Fokasibe yourself dude, I rep Muswell Hill, I am so good hence versatily with all genre's
Sleep over this while i cook up a lethal portion to end your career!
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I got big bars all day for all type retards
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Uz a phony and a bagatelle geezer i never pay much attention
Now you stepped on the white NIKE's, therez gon be real tension
Like a complete engineering project, sign you off and insert a retention
Muswell hill general, with pride/where ya from?/D slums?
No nation, no borough, no hood/check your forms
U dont wanna cough blooded leads dawg/m loaded be warned
U dont wanna have 200 rounds chase you down/m heavy/be warned
Before you hit my bars from hindsight, Marcos will auction your head
No thanks to sick freaks like you, my popularity is soaring
When i come back at ya naysayers, ya career is waning
Rudeboi, i swear down u dont wanna clash me/m illy
I kill you first then i murder the beats/m fiyaah like Frisco Tilly
We pack this large dude, fall back wit ur coctail sausage sized/willy
Big boy, top bars, mean looking like yankees quarter/backs
Fuc.k your swag, fall back or am'a push your paperweight/back
Medallions the size of dinner plates/you cant touch this/you midget
I will show you the way/to the dumps/my lyrics is the one way ticket
The reason why you talking crap is obvious/uz an immigrant
More reason for your happiness/youz living on state grants
Game over dude/about to shop you to the feds fasten ur pants
Bitch ass nigga shit is getting cooked up ryt here in big packs
High voltage guns/leave you chitin bones in irrepairable cracks
I home in everytime/no fastforward and i dont do/repeat tracks
Freak ass Monday niggas coughing blood over your chicks tits
Tuesday niggas aint got game, no dough, not even big hits
Wednesday Niggas too cocky and mouthy, fu/ck Ur shit beats
Thursday Niggas, broke ass niggas with no nuts and no cuts

Verse 2

Burst you down very easy like chewy bubbles
Reduce you and your tacky crew to rubbles
Make stacks of dough straightaway in doubles
Turn Bin Laden and your missus to a couple
Have small kids run round you blindfolded in purple
You bleeped with the wrong nigga, m pissed and vexing
Leave your mac and lipstick, gay ass nigga you bugging
BRASHY barracuda spit kicking/stealth and steady capping
U stale muthafuckers, dis thread need ME like fresh air
Stomp u down in quick succession, with my Nike air
What the game's been missing/check out my flair
Pile more misery on ur misery, force u back into dat gory lair
Fame chasing cat who bed tramps and scamps with serious cancers
M too quick for you dawg, shift too swift for u dude, faster than lancers
Wat you have is the wisdom and wits of Paris Hilton
Ya know dat shit don’t worth more than a night in the Hilton
Bringing back what the street's been missing since Lonnie Milton
U too weak nigga no game, you Cant do jack shit for dolo
Talk more nish-noshs and I d smack u down with the missus manolo’s
Lick u off like Hershey's spilled on Halle Berry then munch on some cadbury rolo’s
Watch your mouth or i will show the world the tape wen u waz wanking solo

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Bangbang stumping down in your area IBIME, causing mass hysteria
Send you crawling back, spirits broken, feeling bleeped with malaria
Crush your spine with lethal bars and place you beside Eucharia
Re-arrange your whole face till i see red meat!, Brashy!_{YA Bastards}

lalaboi:

Is it just me or Crackles too dey yarn dust! lol, . . .crackles. . am challenging ya! U wanna battle??

Bring it on, la pisa pisa!
I have mega bars to send you back to the sidelines where you belong!

lalaboi:

Set up a thread na plus rules or no rules lol. . . . .i'll show you what a lil lala in the system can cause lol

Ibime:

And I’m Napoleon Bonaparte/ so I’ll pick his bone apart/

And if  Sharon back him up. . . I’ll take em 2 by 2 like Noah’s Ark!/

MrCrackles:

IBIME

I was wondering why it took you donkey years to come back

You have gone around and jacked rhymes from numerous websites as usual

Well i got you a viral shot ready

Now sit back and watch the me pistol whip then dump you in the caddy!

~Sauron~:

This shit is played!!! Stop jacking ma stylez.
Lookie gay, you never even came near-a-career, you had to go and blow ya start?
Nairalanders would think I’m a “chiropractor for Napoleon”, the way I’ll pull ya “Bone-a-parte
https://www.nairaland.com/nigeria/topic-38921.352.html#msg3345737


Coward!!!

Gbam!
Busted
I said it, i know from afar if that dude IBIME has been doing what he does best!!!
Jacking rhymes and nicking bars

~Sauron~:

This shit is played!!! Stop jacking ma stylez.
Lookie gay, you never even came near-a-career, you had to go and blow ya start?
Nairalanders would think I’m a “chiropractor for Napoleon”, the way I’ll pull ya “Bone-a-parte
https://www.nairaland.com/nigeria/topic-38921.352.html#msg3345737