great piece there bro!!!
Me Na the revolution part i like pass.

tired of readin ya stories. Boring stories at such. its flow for rank not novel ish and all dat. Fuckahz

all i see is rhymes so lame like cripples,
I ball for yhu suckers (soccers) who spit jokes and riddles,
You niqqaz cant burst so ima take out of my face like pimples,
The topic is flow for rank. Fuckahz always ''miss'' the point like singles,
I threw my calender outside. Dats how you niqqaz flow outdated,
grown up punks keepin up wid the hating (+18). Call my flow ''ADULT RATED'',
You niqqaz flow worse dan naija bad roads,
You aint no dogs but u keep ''biting'' lines. On my track u ''jump off'' like jimmy jatt. Toads,
Punch-ya-brains out on da road so u express-ur-thoughts,
Crunch-ya-veins, my bars be giving u more slash dan ninjaz, Now its time for u to dress-ya-cuts (courts),
Aint pregnant bt i deliver, Wid camera on ya hands u still wont capture,
They say its flow for rank but i flow to kill. Rapture,
Spittin sick lines like an agent who swallowed mtn sim cards,
So get ya condom on ya ps2 and play safe. No pads,
Gat street credit, every line i spit connect. No 2go,
Yo ''NIKE'' does work wid ya chat appliction. Yhu fuckahz aint ''GOOD 2GO'',
Braaaaaaaaaaaah

still give respect to my niqqazzzz, Efekarume, yo loyd kamsi. Felt ya ish

sleakid:

still give respect to my niqqazzzz, Efekarume, yo loyd kamsi. Felt ya ish

Felt yours too.

The return of Friday night freestyle . . .

With due respect . . to all the vets/ but im who these guys . . call the best/
I pen rhymes like Kanye . . and bring G.O.O.D Music . . to rock the West!/
Best retreat/ if you think . .you can come at this head . . with diss/
I could RIP your Urethra in parts . . and make you Rest In Peace(Piss)!/
Voters loving me/ cos im who they all feeling/
I put a Ghana currency below ya scribes . . and give you a 'sub-cedi'!/
Ima bring netcees to they end days/ moment I divulge what my mission entails/
I stand firm at the top . .to make guys shift-grounds . . like earth-quakes!/
My regime will rumble you/muscle and bundle you . ./ out in a bloody coup . . and topple you/
Then I'll pluck ya eyes . .out and place 'em on ya decorder . . to give you . . a double view!/
As time flies/ I keep crafting lines . . to suppress men . . rhymewise/
Like Mid-wives . . I put my bars in 'Labour' . . to 'strike' guys!/
I give 'em what they want . . These girls know/ Is anyone better than Mikuz? . . Hell no!/
So like a Military match-past . . Dont parade yourself . . as one with illest flow/
I spit venom from my thorax . . like a cobra/ to blind any motherf uck er/
You keep losing . . while I 'Win free' just like Oprah!/
Them no like me . . Me na like 'em/ Dem be ma enemies . . me na they friends/
Dem no be emissaries . . so me na send o' la them!/

oNe!

yo mikuz, d0pe one,

Sleakid i see yah

To these Old Pros that reside in ignorance . ., let me put y'all in the know. . .║
. . . This dude here sittin' in higher place. . with Ill bliss . . to put all Saul in Trance . . with blazin' verse║
I'm the Clergyman, . . .more like the ArchBishop, so for all those Penin . . . they're Bestman, . . . Save Ink!║
I'm da Don, the reason I drop Key lines over this landscape . . Pushin' these Gorillaz back to cage, . . . It Feels Good Inc!║
Coons lifting Shoulder Up had better Back Down,  . . . 'cos I humble. .  Kings in this Royal rumble║
Im the Voice Of Africa. . . Others are mouth-stutterin'║
To these Real Heads, listen, . . . Im the Whole Body, im what you're missing!!║
In this zone, im paying them off . . .Golden Penny . . .See, we move in group. .Super Pack . . Disassemblin' niggas singlehandedly with bare hands║
I fracture Rib cage, and seize Head, . . . im defeatin' them bit by bits║
They don't know what my next move is, . . .cos . . .Am unpredictable, I outrun MCees║
I'm bolted deep rooted like the No 1 in the arena, . . . Cursed to lead . . . close to forever!║
In this Dynasty, you better obey, . . .If not, we'll drag y'all along surface thorns . . . to die nasty in ya era. .║
. . .Peel ya Skin alive so you don't Feel me again!║
Commitedly, I drop them verses consistently . . . I don't sweat blood, yet still hit Jackpot . . . No pain, No gain║
I ball on point with elegance . . . Scorin' sheet brilliantly . . . I Wole like Soyinka!║ 
Girls come in Bundle, always Happy wanna Fun with me, but im Smart, I Link myself with the Y'ello ones║
Mo Gbono féli féli . . . There's none Hotter!║
Think ya line is Cooler? Of course, while im the Coldroom║
Im your worst enemy. . . Venom! Cobwebs youre sparrin' can't entangle me,. . . Spiderman,  . . .i'll make you reach your Doom!║
Im everfaithful to this game, I belong to the Winners Chapel║
You're been Sunk in this, . . . Like Anchor driven inside Well!!║
Fine, I may not be ya agemate, but i've grown up in Height║
Im the Torch bearer, that's why I keep bringin' the light (delight)!║

yo efe find the thread ''good rappers come here'' u sicker (seeker) dan dat ''legend''

nice one!!!
happy new year yall.

Efe you no dey improve at all !
Oya learn . . .

Intro :
I have out-rhymed vets on the past/out-paced 'em . . when I brought the bars/ to come this far . . . /
So but I wont bear (beer) arms . .until you see me shoot for the stars!/



Im right-back like Barca's Alves/ to school . . and number my pupils like a citadel's address/
Cos in rap . . Im a figure-head . .while you em-body wackness!/
I aint talking 'bout Chimezie but Mikuz bright/ Im known in every land . . Moonlight/ Even Isrealites know this Guy . . But if they tell you he aint too tight/
Then like the 7th month of the year . . you've seen a Jew lie!/
I aint Slavia . .so why should I be Brag-ging/but truth be told . .ask Joe . . ya rhymes aint Fat,seen?/
Cos like a permude . . ya Verse-lean!/
Efe you cant spar with this multi-Syllabic rap General/
Even ya hommies know ya very dumb/ you aint a pro . .so you gat da d0pe lexi-cons/
I place a solar panel on ya cerebrum/ and give you the brain-power!/
Matter fact . . Im who Cats envy/ cos like Mario Balotelli . . Im everly on ya Telli/ when PH is where my tent be/
At times . . I drop bars down . .to Rep my town . . like the lower house of Assembly!/
Better beware then,/I blast cannons to turn niggas to dead men/
cos I murder guys . . without being one of they parents/

I make babes re-fuze(fuse) you . .the way i put circuit plugs on ya flows/
Cos I electrify any hoe this foe can toast!/
I've battled demons/like 14 days . . for me . . ya just a too weak(2 week), son/
I blend an ammunition/
with ya witty wordplays . . and you wont still own a wee-pun!/
Ibime,DBR and the other Cats know/ that what I do is real hip hop/ I keep it coming as the beat drop/
But ya scribes aints gat flow/ maybe you gat a freaking hiccup!/
Im hotter than you this peacock/ and thats the Gospel truth . .you just Luke-warm/
I pull his Colons out . .and make this big fool,stop!/

Outro :
This was just a freestyle . .it didnt take me time . . for me to rhyme now on the mic/
But when next I write . . Ima take thyme (time) . .to spice up his life!/

oNe!

I'm really resistin answerin all these wack dudes here takin random lame shots at d vets. .lemme just chat wit y'all for a bit

Son, we kno u a con. .good u kno we the pro/
so b4 u oppose old pros. .best kno ur cons and pros/
Cos if u don't, we'll phuck u cu.nts with caustic barz and poles/
Its unwise u chose to flow or pose as a foe/

cos folks like Cuz rose on the back of those/
Of us who blaze the heat that left u wacks froze/
Chilled flow. .u Worm wonder y u gettin scold?/
y'all wanna be the Heir. .just cos u grow bushy 'Fro?/

Hell no! I'll take y'all out wit eyes shut . .and door closed/
So Sit ur a$.s. down. . u Stand defeated, u can't Step on toes!/
Rag or nice clothes. . u either learn or get hung wit ropes/
So do as u told. .b4 ma wrath unfolds wit misery untold!/

Rhyme wise u broke. .Skill shows no hope/
Loser pull Curtain off ma Louvre stil d Son Shines. .like i Win-dough/
U shud bow ur head in shame instead of raisin nose/
Cos u aint cookin ishh. .ur lame barz aint seein stove!/

And 1 bar to the slowkid sleazyKid hatin the topical flow/
Stay stunted boy. . cos kid,u'll neva gon grow/


oNe

lol dbr d0pe one lol buh hope u aint taking it personal cos i feel ya painzzz. Yo mikuz felt ya line. Truth be told

Nahhh. .nuffin personal bruv. Ma pain? U got jokes, dontya.

oNe

smh i cracked a niqqa'z rib wid ma hammer. Now dats a joke

Pshhhh. .

oNe

Niggaz test me and i commit em like tokyo crimes,
drop flows on a clock nigga i flow on time,

Put this {diss} scene {sin} on replay,
Uv invested alot niqqa dis is pay day,

Even if u got hundred school u gat no class,
put flows on heaven biaaach it will rain <bruno mars>

sleep on nails and u wouldnt still be on point,
Like i trew the dot out the sentence niqqa get the point,

They though i was gon loose like old weavons, forgetin that lifes a gamble well i played em like coupons,

I see the bullshit and turn raycharles,
niqqa im royalty aint talkin prince charles,

Ride dat puzzy like im cycling,
Thiz aint troy buh em niqqas keep batlling,

Shout out to ma niqqa sleakidd my money acient and morden aint talkin hymms,
and to hip hop i give thanks like pilgrims,

Like a virgin breast am so onpoint,
they only time they get shots /pictures/ is at gun point,


Peace

Niqqa be callin d0pes wack. Like five fingers pointing at u, ur waka (wacker)//
Dont care how long u've ruled ''THE GAME'' dats if truly u really ruled the rapper//
I put a shovel on river nile i still couldnt dig ya flow//
He be claiming ''old vet''. Better knw d old shall die and the young shall grow//
Wit no stress i just formed ''4 lines''. Dats ''four queue'' (F-U-C-K YOU)//
So ILL LITERATE to diss, i draw ya ugly face on pages just to book you//
Like a 2GO friend request, why cant u accept defeat?//
Wit no camera i took ya shots (shorts). Niqqa i saw no s-h-i-t//
Dey say SLEAK is wack. Eff em (fm). I still stay tuned like ya radio station//
I send my military men to warri. Am the ''delta force'' of this nation//
Look dude, ya lines so out of service they dont connect//
Putting clocks in ya food is the only time (thyme) ur rhymes gon rise (rice). Lines so weak dey dont erect//
Lol old vet indeed. I take lies out of ya life so ya dream gon come true//
O.m.g he so OLD and wack wish he knew (NEW)//
He so steven wonder to rap. I punch his eyes off. Call it ''eye drop''//
Give and it shall be given unto u. Ima make u give up//
Add vices (advices) to him? Wat for wen he's got no life like YAR'ADUA//
His lines so dry and nut like kaduna//
I put my rollex on ''ancient and moderns'' i still couldnt ''watch'' him (hyme) spit//
Never meant to give him beef but he asked for eat (it)//
Standing ontop of ya X-BOX and PS2 doesnt mean ur ontop of ya game//
Fuckah this is for u. Like a useless contact ima phone, no need calling ya name.//
YO LLOYD FELT YA ISH BRO, D0PE. STILL WAITIN FOR YA 8BARS/16 LINES DISS duh

I dominate playmate in this estate, . . what they pollinate║
Exceed limit in minute the moment I ignite start . . These coons knows it!║
I got Weaponry rolled up in my sleeves at arms length down to my Ars(e)-a'nal . . . yours ain't even up to one-tenth!║
I'm Left up Front, he's just Right Back behind, watchin' as I strike these runts║
Been ordered to educate these ill-literate that think they worth a higher rate║
I dis(s)-figure heads, . . . Those that prove strong head, I decapitate!║
Like Lucifer, Im The Light. . Bearer, you 2 join heads nearer, . . . but can't still outshine right║
Im the legendary most famous,. . . Fire that this dude be spittin' can't flame us, . . . They be Misfiring cuz they can't aim us!!║
Just for the record, I rhyme tight, . . .So even if you overwrite overnight, you won't re-ignite delight (The Light) that I Light!║
. . . sip Sprite, yet you can't meet up with this Triple Jam I Slam!!║
Ya lines are rhyme deficient, they lack efficient, . . . Not sufficient enough . .  They sour like Myrrh(mere) Incense║
Ya spar are below par, so Bizzare like Bazaar in Water!!!║
Guys, you can't Exchange word with this Superstar, head to Trade by Barter║
Cuz im dj5naira, the little lad with the most syllable principles, capable of typical deliverables, . . . Sending war criminal to the Clinicals║
Ya 9japals knows you're full of s'hit, so shut your trap 'N' let the a'nus talk and rap ya crap!║
This i'mbecile lack Intellectual. . . Lil wonder your flow, .  So ineffectual!║
Im so illy, I got Malaria plus HIV, . . Feel me?║
I cast out Blast like Rogue of the XMen, . . . Asked Out wives like role of Comedian║
So mind yourself, cuz this lyrics that I grind is unrefined,. . . designed to suit Mankind, . . leavin' blind dogs behind!║
I burst Bazooka to X headfirst,. . . stab the rest, so they die next!║
All the girls Worship me like Nigerian Idol, they turn suicidal when I don't be their bridal║
Season in Season out, I combat even The Immortals. . .  so they fear, see I don't Leap Year!║
I spin pun on web to stun don, pass rag to coon to weep on, . . Play word and still Win against odd. . .║
. . . Swallowed wheat in bulk. . . This dude is wheaty (witty),. . .Ya hook are ugly, plus ya crew but mine Pretty!!║
These vets knows what I bring . . . Rap music that sick, . . . like Bayern in Munich!║
Your pen is stiff, cuz bullet your gunin' are shallow but brief, aint shootin' stars . . . Stagnant . . You rap in piece . . . Fragment║
So hot, I set fire to burn rain, . . . ║
. . . I'll wire you here I swear, retire you then, you tire!║
Im about to end ya game, and fade ya fame . . .  We not the same, so when next you spittin' lame,  know that I still re-main!║
All these Pros are Sick like they contact Flu, they gat a Pro-Cold!║
So stop defending self and get a hold║   
F'uckin' p'ussies with pole cuz The C'astrate ain't gat Balls!!║
It will be foolish to bring it small, cuz I install fear in heart to befall all║
Cuz This horseman, . . . Lash Whippin' ca(r)ts like Slaves . . . ║
. . .You had beta behave, because we aren't sparin even the Brave, plus those that hid in cave, . .escaped death by close-shave║
Lappin' 3 Crown no wonder youre feelin' King. . See in this ring, the lyrical punches I bring, fling niggas to wing, cos I bee-sting coons upswing,. . .  thats d real thing!║
Stringin' short shot at us, they can't stand tall lest you fall!║
Watch how this vet burn down ferns, upturn wrong turn, . . .Then push these Real heads to a point of no return!║
So act accordingly, cuz I don't pardon mercifully, I spring my anger across all varsity!║
Its high time yo stop ya rhyme, , they slime like burnt lime, like I swinged my Rolex in Bin, its a Waste of Time!!║
Ya science lack the 6th sense║
So no matter the Peter you've become, you'll still Crouch at this Hotspar!!║
Go far up north star you won't still grab bar!!!║

mehn efe dis s-h-i-t is sick,

sleakid:

mehn efe dis s-h-i-t is sick,

So Sick, they Admit it.

lol ''they''? Yhu gat pbeef with 24hours? Man put it behind like ya past,

Im so illy, I got Malaria plus HIV, . . Feel me?║

why not, I feel you jor!


Ya spar are below par, so Bizzare like Bazaar in Water!!!║
^
This your whole verse na comedy relief i swear!!
Laugh wan tear my belle !!
Basket mouth dey learn!

mikuz:

Im so illy, I got Malaria plus HIV, . . Feel me?║

why not, I feel you jor!


Ya spar are below par, so Bizzare like Bazaar in Water!!!║
^
This your whole verse na comedy relief i swear!!
Laugh wan tear my belle !!
Basket mouth dey learn!

Don't Crack Ya ribs, I'm not Agwu the Julius Genius : ) I don't have bar for X-ray treatment.

sleakid:

lol ''they''? Yhu gat pbeef with 24hours? Man put it behind like ya past,

. . . ill question dude. Ill!! : )

wtf!!! sad much. . smh.
Cant believe this is how wack FFR has bcome sha.
keep psychin urselves

oNe

Certain ninjas keep recycling ma old bars. . .

They know who they are. . .

I cant read a verse from some ninjas without seeing a rhyme lifted from me and rephrased. . .

lol ibime why dont u be straight. Call the niqqa and point out ya bars, Funny niqqaz

ibime wtf?
Who dey steal ya flows?

Ibime:

Certain ninjas keep recycling ma old bars. . .

They know who they are. . .

I cant read a verse from some ninjas without seeing a rhyme lifted from me and rephrased. . .

Oh, so they still exist in Nigeria? Naija ninja Waaaaaa! aka Sound sultan : )

Oya . . .

I spit Maradona flow . . and coach guys to get The Ego/
Meaning I gat money to throw . . If thats translated in Ibo!/
He's b¡tch¡ng they stole his bars/ but the Mafia . . cant come with facts/ So like he played a barren draw in soccer . .  there aint no point in that!/
24/7 . . what my biro writes . . pool crowds like the Anglican Communion/
While ya Pen Gassing out . .like the Oil workers Union!/

Dont go running into a debts you can barely pay for/ so be on ya best behaviour/
Cos if Ninjas lifted ya rhymes . . then its an elevator!/
(lol)
He aint high . . he's rhymes cant even fly fence/
So if he's brain got a false bragging right . .then its' a Lie sense!/
My sh.¡t Rolls like Royce . .while you stall . . ya bars blow not/
I Slaughter his crew when I hit his House with ma Cohorts!/
You pen so wack . . nobody felt those raps/
But I make the fans throw they hands up . .like refs issuing yellow cards!/
Stop b¡tch¡ng ya lines no longer breed Delight . . you fast past your prime/
But I flow PDP . . cos I bring Power to D People like Gas turbines!/
Run fast/ before I ignite you with a hydro-carbon gas/
Or I slash ya butts with a clipper . . and show 'em . .you just a punk a ss!/
I crash ya crib in pieces . . when I build sentences/ cos my wack pennings . .will collapse ya illest Tenses/
I phuck ya wh ore in a first class flight . .and teach her the  best s ex lessons!/

oNe!