I breach ya fence/ smash through ya weak defence/
Im the bad guy. . . the one ya daddy preached against/
My speech intense/ Black voodoo child/
My poems Shake Spear. . . Zulu style!/
Niggas fear my lecture/ its too much peer pressure/
cos Im messing with their head like a hair dresser/
I could care lesser/ Its too much stress/
Im selfish with sex. . . couldn't give a phuck less/
Lemme speak to my bredren/ Its 5 weeks to my wedding/
But I been let the love juice leak on the bedding/
You know Ibi harder than raw/
Already own her/. . . but pay Kroner/ to my father-in-law/
The kinda cash I dropped would bankrupt most niggas/
But thats the price you pay when you deal with d.ope sisters/
Honeymoon in Dominican Isles. . . Punta Cana/
to smooch my partner/ and come back a brooding father/
Y'all niggas know how my soldiers march/
Fork around and breed twins. . . two a time. . . like Noahs Ark/
I dealt with many chicks and broke they heart/
Now they praying me and wifey get blown apart/
They resort to lies, saying how I boned a tart/
But everybody know. . . thats a load of fart!/

I put ma heart and ma soul in each of ma quote/
but this lame dont even understand half of the $h!t that he wrote/
he says i'ma lexical despot . . so how he gon win this spot
when i[i] oppress with absolute lexical power[/i]. . leave him despoiled!/

so beware. .before ma cruelty starts to shower/
cos by seconds and minute u gettin closer to d hour/
coward ,best cower. .brave it, get pulverized into powder/
been on top from start like Babel. .im the 1st Tower/

but ur tongue babels, ur Language Confused ur flow trickles/
so why waste time blockin ur offense when all it does is tickles?/
ur lines humpin' a paraplegic. .boy u phuckin lame/
he had chemistry wit female, now Shiftin Alliances. .he's phuckin Gay!/


Calorific like Prism in Bunsen?. .U dissect Schism?/
u Flow Dyspectic? WTF. .dude ur brain is in prison. .!/
u think u d $h!t just cos ur barz excrete and create stench/
mumblin' wordz together. .lil' homey pls tryna make sense/
nonsense! u must be good at MouthAction . .e'rthin bout u suck/
claimin he david's god> . .read it backwards this puppy's david's Dog</

movin on dawg, congrats Bis on the 5 weeks weddin plan/
i been there for over 5 yrs and its a blessin mehn/
so go all the way, celebrate, music dance, Djs. .no penitence
but not Dj5 cos he weak. .he only got a scratchin hand!/

oNe

been a while, well i jus kick back and watch, a tourney no go bad sha,

H.Jizzle
wats good fam?
drop sth na. .

oNe

H J !!
Mehn a tourney would make a lot of sense.
But una just dey dull.
Make i drop this one I just pen now now I mean now now!
Lol

Yo . . .

I write döpè to the last letter/ I reign ontop . .to put you under the weather/
So hold ya umbrella/ like its a campaign rally from PDP/
You hype attention . . but I flow higher than high BP/ cos Im Beyond Petrol . . I rhyme diesel/
He cant write this ill/
Faithfuls dont Hail you like Mary . .
I tell it to ya face/
Cos ya not . . full of grace/
Matter fact . . Ya hooks dis-Grace/
like you were beefing a girl/
Im sicker than Someone Like You . .
Cos you is a Hp . .and Im spitting A Dell (Adelle) /
Im known everywhere . . My rhymes ring the bell/
and thats one hell of a fact/
But when D rhymes . .niggas bell this Cat/
I humble vets . . cos last time I blazed, Vets Ran/
When I only test ran/
Ibis getting married . .? I wish him the best,mahn/
But Im getting wedded to the game . .cos Im the Best Man/


But uh !!. .You too rusty to breach my fence . . Oh no!/ you cant smash my defence . . Yo flows show/
The only time you smashed defence . .was when you scored an own goal/
So Abeg Abeg Abeg . . Never test this boy/
Cos the fire I bust . . could severly Burn-a-boy!/

lol looks like am trading bars wid sorrow, Fuckah been busy preparing for exams but i should drop sometin tonite.

I see my niqqa keepin it real like madrid, dj5naira wad-up//
And yhu old wack cats shut-up//
Am effing throwing the "mary kay" away so we never make-up//
Always talkin §shit ima back cos u cant face me. Dude get a padlock and lock-up//
I spit at ya face like a nasty bitcccch,//
Ya rhymes poor, oboy i swear ya flow no reach(rich)//
Dude come with ya best yhu still wont be the man//
Cos i wont be giving A DAMN even if yhu get carried away by VAN//
The way i'll be killin yhu wid lyrics u'l think i gat no blood//
Leave u repping the ground like am GOD//
The only help yhu get from me is wen am donating wheelchairs to lame rappers like ya crew//
Did i just said crew? Oh ima add "S" to ya crew. Dats screw yhu//
Dumb boy rhyming (DBR) dude yhu call yaself a good striker while ur kicking bucket. Lol init?//
Ya flow so dumb like ya name even if u swallow cash u still wont drop expensive §hit//
Like i shot a movie, dude get "LOST" .u so outdated u dont flow, u do conversation//
Cos sellin ya talks at a cheaper rate i still wont pay attention//
I see another mo'fuckah tryna force rap on him like naija marriages//
Call himself ibime. Wat a wack name his flow's bin of ages//
Ya flow so underground. Yeah i agree yhu should be repping the tomb//
cos like dropping grenades on clocks, i flow time tomb,
Peace like weewee

Im known over all boundary. . I got my name on each circuit/
I drop it Distinct like Argot/
Come with ya dirty line, . .I sweep under carpet/
They think they're ill, they were struck with ergot/
But Im Fresh 'n' fly like I got a new Haircut/
The hit I jam Move Around heads like Orbit/
So I can never come out Fake like CD in Alaba Market!/
The flow you air are bizarre and compressed/
I still beat chest . . and claim best/
Cuz im lyrically blessed. . with what I crest. .girls let me touch b'reast/
Lines I scrabble are Well dressed. . like Guest/
So nigga rest. . You can't still win even if we wrest/
You've read between lines, . . Now you know who's most dread/
Even Fred. .fled. . and blood spread. ., when I shred. . head/
So If they join heads and feat . . I'll go in and rip thread!/
I've got the Power like Dr Dre beat/
I make you taste defeat. . each time we meet. . and eat ya meat. . when you bring Beef/
Move in fleets. . Ya thats cool/
But I make you feel the Heat . . When I Take Out ya Sick Fans . . And force you Retreat!/
These Insects. . can't Intersect. . Cuz like Chess, they've been Checked/
I flow Ill like im Decked. . still . .they Fear Me like Al Qaeda Sect/
Im moral. . when I slam ya chick legal/
I took her Off you and place her On Cloud Nine like The Soar of Eagle/
I suck her way like Fecal/
See youre still Novice. .more like. .Fetal!/
Ya girl trip at my muscular, . . So like Wesley, Im ready to Snipe these Bloodsucker/
I plot superfine rhyme . .Virgin like Airline/
What I outline. . Spark up life like Sunshine/
Im placin' coons on the sideline. . so much flows im Spittin' . . See, I streamline!/
All mickeys hook are dicky/
Look I gave her a quickie. . And she came . .Sticky!/
No matter what cypers he's scribblin', . .I still decipher his cyper/
Im still in control of his game like UEFA/
Strikin' him on point, like Adder/ Even with his Armor. .I can pass Current flows. . And shock him to feel the Ampere!!/
Like Taio, I Cruz Higher, . .These Arrow bodies don't have a head . . They come out James Blunt/
With the Flips I stunt. . im moving upfront/
Nigga shy, . .The reason he can't confront!/
These snitch. . don't know im enrich. . tryin' to switch. . on and drop . .ish/
See I own the niche. . in this Pitch!!/
I Mac Clean. . like Toothpaste. .what I drop on ya screen. . First Class like Its in gene/
No matter what ya pen, you can't Close Up or come in between!!/
I keep Stunnin' em like I bought an AntiAircraft gun/
Im Bringin' doom . .down To each one/
Like Ji-Sung Park In Manchester . . It'll be South Korean won!!/
Ya funny. . phony. . are puny/
Ya tunes . . Looney. . but I Ball this game more than Rooney/
And put on ya faces . .gloomy!!/
I can go Buffy. . if hes still acting mushy/
He better stop this fussy talk so I don't go toughie. . at the young lad. . Tighten ya grip, and don't loosen ya huffy/
I see hes Fake like Spoof Movie!/
The note Im penin'. . Cryptic/
Im comin' at y'all in Circle . .more like Ecliptic/
Endin' ya game, like I just prophesyed. . Apocalyptic!/
This old vet should Admit. . his s'hit. . they look Unfit/
He can't Strike the Base Hit/
Can't even drill the Core bit. .he should just quit it!!/

Y'all cant be me. .must be really frustratin'/
im the truth. .y'all need to quit the false statement/
im feared from basements to the raw pavements/
u tot u a rough beast. .i'ma get ur fur straightened!/

Dbr, half luci . .half god. . a Super halfcast/
u boyz gettin Skooled in the open. .gettin out-classed!/
kill ur ur goons and gangs. .they dwindling out fast
get 3000 Big Boiz to screw ur chics. .turn them to Outcast!/

see how fast/ ma barz make a mess of urs. .leave it chaotic/
im in a different league. . ma rhymes parabiotic/
contort verb and barz. . like ma tongue is bionic/
infectious flow. . lil boyz go pop ur antibiotic!/

U not a fighter Mikuz. . u just time keeper/
cos ur "rhyme only rings bell". .mine's spine splitter/
grime spitter/ line beater/ outshine u blind seeker/
signin against me is asinine. .i re-assign ni99az!/
yea im "HP", the Highest Power. .ma wordz sends u to hell/
u not a man, just a fat b!.tch. .  u call u Adelle/

hell, u not consistent . .fluctuatin' like a stock market/
so when i Slash u. . the Cut Last and u cant Match-It/ getit?
And sleakid. .sissykid. . u not just "spittin like a b!iitch. ."/
lil ho /truth be told/ we all kno/ u'z really a b!iitch!/

oNe

His thinkin' hes a Pro Noun . . his activity will end when I clampdown/
The clown. . is 'bout to have his facedown. . once I take out his shine. . and let his sundown/
I take the Crown. . and Tie a gown/
Around his Skull, . .Head . .to Bed cuz. .He doesnt have a Signature. .The only sign hes gettin' is a. . . Thumbs-down!/
Im the dopest man alive. . Bangin' d'ope. . s'hit . . Niggas can't cope/
They've lost hope . .All they do now is just mope/
The way I operate, beyond ya imaginative scope/
You just skippin' rope/
I put extreme jitters in their heart and soul . . So even if they swallow, . . Relay transmitters/
It won't still Amplify his boldness in this area/
I drink bitters, . .but flows I pop,. . Sweetener!/
So the calf is half god,. . half luci, . .His flows 2. . half truth. . half baked. . He needs a rest. .Its halftime!!/
He needs to train . .So I don't split and rip his Thyroid vein/
I Mary Jane. . and Puff. . Leavin' you wit mental strain/
I flow . . I entertain/
And when im fallin' bars. .Its Acid rain/
Im hitchin' on a fast lane. .the reason they can't explain/
I X Men with no blood stain. . I Wipeout pure. . No doubt/
I average out. . what they write out/
I make 'em tire out. . Im brain stressin' this gay, soon . .he'll blank out/
Like a movie. . its 10000 B.C, . .I made 10000 B'itch Cry, when I banged all, . .So like 7up, . .The Difference Is Clear/
So fear!!/
In an uncontrolled manner, . .Im turning Domestic Cat Wild with what I scrawl/
Ladies smiled. . at what I've tiled/
If he think he gat a hype, . . See, i've Piled!/
I rhyme Large like Centillion/
Flow Tight like the grip of a Python/
Flamin' hot like the roar of a Dragon/
In this Tabernacle/
The Verse I line . .Testament like The book of Chronicle/
Ya hook Wacky like Comic/
Ya line structure. .Sub atomic/
He still lack , . . Even with Mnemonic/
Like Petr Cech, . .My line is Catching/
Ya gurl, im snatchin' . .And your loopholes. .Im patching!/

baba DBR na so oh, i don turn wack finish, una g o laff me

You got chopped with the bars I tailored/and got played with my words . . when I penned puns . . and played words/
I'll be ready to half him with a grey sword/ If he tries to play god/ . . . Hedgehog!!/
I could perfectly blast this cat/ and verbally attack his gats/
Cos I rhyme with No err . . like Jordon sparks/
So best be on ya guards/ cos I'll never settle or agree with his lies/ I bring him de-mise/
And spit sick lines/
But ya bars phony. . /
You dont rhyme bionic/. .
You must have smoked weed . . .
Cos you rhyme under pressure like high-draulics/
My rhymes 'ring the bells' and thats the ish/
Get back at me . . yo spine would split/
Make a lexical blunder/ and feel like you were beaten by six huge brothers/
Cos if you are the HP . . I'll seize your power . . like '66 coup plotters!/
You 'hip' trash . .  ya rap is a waist material/
I slaugther him religiously . .when I bring Murder to his Cathedral/
I spit unlimitless . . . .no dictionaries . .my lyrics . .undefined/
Got an arm in my waist . . but I "smite hip and thigh"!/
He should run to a creek and hide/ cos once I reach for my firearm/
I leave this Man Down . . like Rihanna ha!/
I fire arms manh/ you cant catch up to my level/
cos I could amputate a netcee . .  with an Ak 47!/
When my prior aim unravel/ and I vent my rage/
Niggas flee the stage . . .
I tuck an alula to his head . .and leave him feather-brained/
I cheque cash when I test the mic/
Yo flows dont worth a mili . . maybe you Need A Soldier . .like Destiny's Chid/
Im a lyrical sorcerer . . I deserve the whole merit/
Put magic rhymes in rows and colums . .you wont still flow Mere-Tricks/
Ya Matchet blunt . . reason ya Cutlass cut last . . Innit?/
But Im swift . Yo performance?. . before you can say knife . . I'll Match It!!/
Plus  Eye (I) Pencil lyrics like the wooden cosmetic/
To surpass what yo best is/

oNe

HJ just drop am like that na.
Na so you fear reach?
Mtchew.

Touch ma mic I Set ur hand ablaze . .that y u reach for your Fire-arm. ./
. .with an extinguisher. .just to put out the fire mahn!/
ask him who did this to him. .na DBR fire am!/
these neonates are eons far behind from Where I am/

Phuk it, ma barz distinguish. .its flames can't be xtinguisged/
Ma spot can't be taken xcept wilfully relinquished!/
I rhyme under pressure. . y ma lines like diamond so precious/
Urs Razz. .like kimono, they collapse Under Pressure!/

Make biterz ponder how they r under tho they plunder lines /
I'm On-the-score, these Low graders mere Underlines/
Cos a "god's blunder" is more lethal than mere mortal's minds/
so Step Up to me, Blow to dust cos they Un-der-Mine/

^^Triple entendre . .U Forlon for long wit none to fall on/
Cripples fall off. .colon coils. .he caught on in ma columns/
Ur barz Ripple effect drown in ma Big Wave when I drop one/
When I shoot its 3 pointer. . Mighty cos believe,this Don-can!/

oNe

The worst part is that after all this dopeness that DBR is typing, he'll still have enough to throw at his opponent in an official battle.

I make money, yhu niqqaz make mouth//
See i no fit shout, ya flow more bitter dan stout, wat y'all about??//
Yhu probably think yhu tight cos ya dad used u as 10percent loan//
Filling superstar, guess u just jammed ice-prince's track in ya zone//
Niqqa test me not//
claiming yhu tha best wen u flow dry like north//,
Yhu never placed ya d1ck in a circle but yhu always phucking around//
Lyrics so meaningless like a mad man's speech// dude best stay mute cos ya flow make no sound//
Yhu say u ill and u flow to kill, bt ya flow i dont feel so like phucking yaself, ur the only one feeling yaself//
Mikuz is the name? Wat a shame. Lol. Dude claim old vet bt still flow for fame. Reason why u drop wack lines like empty hen//
and u aint making points even if u gat dots all over ya flow.//
So best put a tyson on ya waist so ya hip gon blow//
Ima make dis niqqa feel like dying like carter//
and let ya crew men put clocks on em eyes so day watch me occupy dis space. No matter//
Oh am dissing him?//
Nah am only saying his flow is ancient and mine modern like hyme//
Cos even if he kips memorising the superlative of "good", he wont be doing "better"//
He's just a hater, if i say he's tight den its a flatter. He's too dumb he never delivers like a missing letter//
And dbr i onced said your rymes lame, plus ya name. Embarrasing yaself just for fame? Wat for wen u aint even gamed. Dude get a scissor and cut ya crap//
Yhu aint worth diss (diss), niqqa 2 words for yhu, "QUIT RAP"
oUt lIke Y'all H.I.V rEsUlT,

I blend rhyme like Vodka/
The outcome. . Colorful like Rainbow in Alaska/
Im more than 2good in the arena/
Ordinary vibe so Xtra/
I drop H(it) . . so wonderful/
This noodle. .better buckle/. .,so I don't dry up his ripple!/
Im turning these nigga unconscious when I place my drugged beat on board . .to anaesthetize/
Heads without style. .I cap size/
Im takin' em out One at a Time, . .Clockwise/
The only Wave he'd be droppin' . .are Goodbyes!!/
Principles Im lettin'. . Your reasonin' can't elicit/
Your flow. . Timid, . .Cant even solicit/
Im housed with bars,. .Ya chicks revisit!/
He thinks we are far behind time, hes upfront but wont last . .Im Aeonian/
See I flow Alienum. .So these dog should stop barkin' . . Alsatian!/
Diatonic scale im progressin' are just on key/
I've won wars and battle ships, . . Even those on Philistine Sea/
Gas I flare, . .Set to burn to the highest degree/
Follow the word of sage, . .you don't want 2 taste the Fruit of this poisonous tree/
Coons floatin' incomplete bars, I annihilate/
Niggas wit . .floury verse . .I decimate/
Those on course, . .I eliminate/
He had better surrender . .so I don't render the gender tender/
Hes fake, . .The reason he Crack under pressure. .im too clever/
And I ooze leather. .Why you light-feather!/
I leave 'em with gums to Chew over/
Watchin' thousand of b'itch as they hip hop on ma Range rover/
Im quenchin' their flame like its all over/
The way I lay out verse with much Xtra weight like I empha size/
In this game, . .you don't want 2 tackle in the box you'll only get penalize/
These Rodents im Killin' . . like I got Pesticides/
I wee deadly puns, . .Without deviation, . .Im puttin' you to the death directly/
Medley I compose, . .Sweet like Handel Melody/
Innuendo I hint, command more crescendo. . than what you orchestra/
For you. . its Game Over like Contra in Nintendo/
What I spill out, . .heads submerge in it/
Im high like Iroko Apex, . .the rest, . .Allegheny spurge, . .Innit?/
I slam Hot hit . .they cant cool it/
I sway quick electrons, . .They just hoof it/
I pieces to sand bit,. . Plunge in stone pit/
You see, can't win, so like Eminem, . . Just lose it!/

i gat game all you need do is press play , Flo so classic i should put it on replay, Annointed by rap you cant diss my grace, D last time a nigga tried he got disgraced, Its my prime time gat my i.d on d streets, All i need is a mic and d rest is history, Fi le dont touch d boy's stainless , Say i dope like cocaine dat na understatement

bleeehh! no impact. .y'all just pennin' flowery wordz/
mine goes to the heart . .fatal like surgery wit sword/
only in his dream he once was. .close to fight. .ridin horse/
he "won wars"? likely when he haggles wit whores!/
a Herdsman. .but claims he "got battle Ships" and all/
he only "set to burn". .when D spit barz and heats him up!/

sniff Senses secretly. .i Air 'eM out, nobody Knows/
i meant Eye Ear Mouth. .with nobody's Nose/
what he means by this flow^^^ ? . .well thats how the rhetoric goes/
but notice im pro with poetry. . prolific with prose/

step on toes of those who pose and rose as foes/
still can pose. .u decomposed by the posts i compose/
i run this ishhh. .u Lame ni99az only Run pillar to post/
shoot ur c.um how u want. .u pu.$ies dont even Come Close!/
answered his poor shots. .now lil boy wan dey boast/
say him dey same league wit his god. .til ma barz make him combust!/

u want ma fame. .cross ma lane i make u smell ma flame/
u babies Spit Too Weak to stand d force of ma Weekly Phlegm!/
D goes Loco wit Motives. .ma Train of tot sincere/
no man next in line. . these dude are b!tche$ n hos  here/
Double D  when i Burst. .its Tight, no Brace-here/
better i Groom some Rabbits. .its time to Train some Heirs!/


oNe

The dive hes impactin' are belly flop/
Like Howard, . .Im blowin this chap to Whistle Stop/
But what this potential drop. . d'ope like a town of Tobacco shop!/
Its unfortunate. . what my choice of words are doin' to him. . Soluble rapids/
Im leavin' him in a state of turbulence/
Replacin' him with one atom of bar like Sodium Bicarbonates/
He better coordinate . .so I don't make him Invertebrate. .when I dislocate/
I inhale Coke. . And with Open Happiness, . .Chop off cat with horizontal tail/
Can't measure what I Tri angle . .even with a Vernier scale/
And with ya corpse in coffin, . . Ya girl . . .read His tory like Heroic tale!/
But this heavyweight champ, . .known for what he spit . . .Grandiloquence/
While the old vet, . .Still mouldin' ancients/
The way I flow currents. .They feel n sip it . . Like it was Black Currants/
Like Herod, . .Im Murderin' this Infants at instants/
With ya thousandth torrents. .still can't fall this giants/
Most finest virtuoso, . .Smashin' more Hits than Concerto grosso/
I got Jumbo. .chicks enough to envelope the Whole of Porto Novo/
So if the bozo. . think he flow zobo,
I'll put him in snail pace n make him go so-slow/
My race is High paced. .more like Interplanetary space/
With the way I ace. . this opponent. . hes trippin' cuz hes lost his base!/
Fuse in 2 . . I disintegrate/
In 3 Rhymes I illustrate, . .They only imitate/
Bars I set heavier than a Billion Metric Tonne, . .Yo just middleweight/
I circumnavigate. .and watch as the roller mere skate/
I conquer cities, b'itches rate. . me Great/
Like Alexander. .I make figures of 8, lie in wait, . .done with all . .Leave them in ecstatic state/
Even if hes combinin' weight . . .I still demodulate/
His old lines are due, he needs to recreate!/
Im way off ya Rank Table. .and Matchin' , et al. . Im placed amongst the League of Legend/
That means, .My limit starts where your Leg end!/
With the I way I crisscross. . lines, . .Heads can't overtake, . .They just Slack like their Grannies dross/
He aint gamed, . . He jus ringtoss/The reason I keep eatin' up his sauce/
Ya hit attempt. .Anemic/
But what I transcribe. .Phonemic/
Scenic drive I design leave y'all Splenic!/
Im whole-souled. . into this game. .I control. . and make this puppet eye roll/
If yo think ure on Top of Ya game. . See Im crashin' Consoles/
I deliver more Lethal flow than Sacks of Cresol/
No matter what hes strikin'. .Won't still score goal/
Y'all Gay. .Lil wonder, they Woo man/
Im tha trueman. .The rest jus woman/
And that dude that said his ish rings a bell. .hes justa bellman!/
I could flow nasty. . and get you pissed. .Punch ya nose off key, all u gone do is. .rhinoplasty/
Compute ASCII. . and I still decode cuz im crafty/
This heads, . .I curry lick into shape. . Im killin' em. .softly. .no hurry/
If he claims he Ballin' . . Its nothin' buh a hell of a Snow Flurry!!/

Guess am back to crack backs for ya fans to pack//
Yhu Niqqaz so wack yhu lack balls. yhu faker than nicki's sacks//
Dude cant diss me straight, sayin §h!ts ima back, well ima shoot his jaw and still stay behind the sin//
Then i take his "shots" cos am "M.I" (me)//
My disses (disease) are ill so i infect his whole crew//
and if he's claiming fly its cos my last ish made him flew//
If this G cant mind his own business then why cant he hawk his §h!t??//
Cos i aint feelin his flow even if he typed with love portion//
AMA KIP KIP staying ontop like ya effing t-shirt cos yhu no "TRY" like polo//
Yhu cant be on track cos yhu flow so low (solo)//
Dude before yhu hate, sTand on a rollex and watch ya weight. See? Me and u no be mate//
Yhu is a dumber one, am the number one. Yhu read flows from daddy, yhu slumber son//
G- no stringe attached but yhu is a fake a§§, Claiming michael scofield yhu still cant break this bars//
Yhu aint even worth my level, fuckah try 50//
last time i checked, dis w'rapper was signed 50cent//
now i should make dis a WARNING like nigerian movies,,
Niqqa am sayin it again, test me not like palm kanel, dissin me is like seeking for death//
back off now cos 2 late is a double death//
cos my lyrics will go deep like prophets even wack ibime gon say ''i should LEAVE dis poor-FELLA just like abandoned KUTI// lol
Must i call DBR in all my flow? Guess am making the weakling famous//
dude went out shopping he still couldnt PICK NICK (picnic)//
see, am ill like my clean nick (clinic)// a WARD from me murders all the trash yhu speak. Plus yhu weak like 7days//
Lame rhymes THIS DAY, i see no PUNCH. Dude package ya wacklines in a VAN and probably get a GUARD//
so yhu can protect ya dumblines like a condom man//
Fuckah am done talkin. Standing infront of ya clock. Am AHeaD of TIME,

Truth be told, i $h!t u not. .u both lackin the criteria/
shudda known we aint cut from the same material/
Suit urself with ur hype . .its still immaterial!/
Hamad Isa Khalifa shiii. .my Bar-reign is imperial!!/

im a maestro. .sparring wit y'all. .u shud feel honoured/
but u takin it far sayin u dope. .its a bad humor/
how can u be ahead of time. .when u bitin ma old linez/
u infants get ur new skin torn. . sippin wit ma[i] old wine[/i]!/

lil' Swine. .broke as$. . cant bring home the Bacon/
read the sign right. .but u too blind to see the beacon/
im a shinnin light. .this Bishop orders barz that weaken/
unOrthodox flow i ordain slain ur chic when i put ma Dik-in!/

flow priestly . .rhyme oozes precisely/
u[i]r tots bland[/i]. .im well seasoned. .ma barz are spicy/
lame jew boys! not any of d 3 hebrew. . so u'll nicely. ./
. .burn in ma flame. .thats sayin it concisely! /

im just groomin y'all. . like a truck,wish u learn and pick up/
claimin Herod?. .im ur Savior. .ur murder aim. .big flop!/
talk trash. .i'l turn loud the volume. .so u get a beat up/
so drink up 'fore i brew a storm in ur mo'phuckin tea cup!/

oNe

He's been payin dues to my flow bt always come out wid a silly excuse wenever i infuse something new//
Long as he kip spittin his trash in his own lane, it doesnt (BORDER) me//
Saying am biting lines wen he cant afford one// all said and done think this pun just tryna make up wid d don//
This days wen u spit sometin sick yhu get alot of critics//
fuckah i aint suprised cos ya brain has got more Fhuck ups than brunette chicks//
See, nohomo buh am always ready for yhu,/ plus mikus and ibime too//
Cos i stay ''granded'' like ''theft'' // and if yhu ever ''F'' wid this kinda ''G'', ima skip ''H'' and then ''I'' strike ya balls like "J.J" (jay jay), K?//
Did i say "strike"? Lol we aint matches dude so how come u kip talkin abt fire flames all the time?//
oh myabe its ya best rhyme, //
But am more of the punches and am quick to crack-ya-ribs like 2go jokes//
plus DRAG-ya-hips UP even when am GONE. Fhuckah u digg?//
How yhu gon be ''the shining light'' when ya flow aint even DE-LIGHT, fool//
Yhu so dark in d game like black. luke (LOOK) wOrm better MARK my words like ya K.James, Ur just a wack tool//
Feel honoured? When i always BAR-gain. Yhu make a lot of lose (LAWS)//
I still study ya laws then i break the rules wid my claws, //
And if u've started feelin ill den am the source, //
I inject yhu with fever like ima bad nurse/ then i put rosary on ya head so yhu can carry ya cross//
lol guess am beginning to get harsh on dis egg, He aint fertile//
Am the rAW File. My punches go skin-to-skin. Am sendin him on exile//
AnD where tha Fhuck is the mo'fhuckin MIKUZ Afraid to spit?//
Ah need not goto into ya PRofile, U already choosed to be SILENT//
My STYLE- plus swag is deadly, He gets on my TRACK and RUN-A-WAY//
at first i thought his flow's WICKED. Now i knw the fool is just another WEAK-HEAD//
Dont fhuck wid me, Try my girl's p.u.s.s.s.sy, REST-in-PIsssSSS

ok, plain and simple. . sleakid u r wack!
u shud be attacked n thrash . . cos ur linez are trash!/
No rosary. .but for u infidels i carry the cross/
wait for ma loss ? that'll neva happen . .imagine rick ross!/

u aint great u deluded. . so cant degrade the greatest/
we deep, u cant debase us. .F u critics & debaters/
lame haterz. . see their rhymes borin so fake  and dated/
words on the street?. .dbr still the sickestt. .gives them jitters/
no hush hush. . ur gurls open thigh, knees for ma glitters/
karate chop/ distorts/ ur tots/ like word/ in chinese whispers!/

u next rated/. .vexed cos heads waited/ for this vet rebel/
im GOOD for the Game. .speakin like im drunk on Red label/
rest jaded. . this is West talk, tho the Street is Black Wal[/i]l/
got d centre stage. . as ur chic get stripped in back hall!/

i punch a hole in her dignity . .no matter wat the digit be/
ma dik rigidly battered ur sis, chic so vividly/
on d back seat of a [i]Black Street they lost their virginity/
but since its to me. . u said bros, No Diggity!/

visibly u wack!. .i open up woundz, peel off ur plaster/
sons, i father y'all,  . .but stil call y'all ba$tards!/
u got no words to trade by. .i leave ur ego battered/
these boyz fresh in school. .but this ishhh i already mastered/
i shoot words as bullet. . u can banter but it wdnt matter/
ma gun Stammers and speaks Tan slang. .goes Blaka! Blaka!!/


oNe

Mr. .shot his throws without target. . Thats y he Mrs/
Cant Subscribe to the series im hissin', even with his Monthly Disses/
He cant be this Original even wit all his Wacky Remixes/
But I bring Deep bars to his premises. .more than the Devil Abysses/
Synoptic style . . Massive bits . . My flow coptic!/
Yo cant sea what I flood, . .Even with ya Visual Optic/
Im switchin' Strokes to Slash you like my new Separatrix!!/
He better learn the basics. . .So I dont smash this head wit lay bricks/
So if this loud mouth want to hoopla/
I take out his tongue and make him baa baa/
Ha, . .you cant diss this Baba/
Step up and feel the slice of his cat paw/
Im kickin' Fine line like Art. . .Leadin' the pack. . See, we dont Draw/ Spinnin sharp cut? . .I divide with my hacksaw/
His bar reign . .Imperial, . .yet his Soap bars, . . Aint Leather!/
His line are stunted, . .they yet to grow feather/
If he league together. . I still Predict his next move like 9ja Weather/
Hes a maestro without skill/
He can't deliver. . He took an oral contraceptive pill/
But this marshal. . Good at the Art he Martial/
Flyin' kicks to rip his head in Fraction like Partial/
Im Mr WorldWide like Pitbull, . .Thats why I flow Universal/
Hes skippin' scenes cuz hes missed rehearsal/
The way I run flows, . . Xpress like Underground train, . .Yours just reversal/
These bambino cant spit Acid, . .They lack Amino/
The way I attack this Cat, . .At Ultra Speed more like Neutrino/
Im tha King of Bars, . . Like I own a Royal Casino!/
D'ope ish im sellin' . .Niggas Skint
to buy any/
Unique in this game, . . Like ya own Thumbprint/
I jet flyin' saucer . .Nigga Im far a head. . .Yo just mere Sprint/
Ya hook . .Protanopic/
Ya line. . Oldies like Black and White. .Why I go classic/
Im shuttin' these multi heads down with justa single click. .with the ish I flick/
My verse epic. .Why u (w)rappers jus Fabric/
Hes a Shinin' Lite. . But I got him on my palm Like a Maggi Star!/
Hit I coin. .Y'all feel it like Guetta's Electric Guitar/
Step to the fore, . .And I end ya game like American civil war/
Even Seasoned vet fear. .Cuz I cause their body. .Tropical sore!!/
Like ya b'itch menses, . .I could flow irregular/
Ya can't figure this speech I metaphor/
Even if you were rap editor/
Beware, im a headhunter. .And I can come at you like predator/
I gather much talent in the game, . .kept some in Reservoir!/
I jazz ya girl a'ss . .She think its razzmatazz/
Series I line. . as good as Alcatraz, wheras, . . You just as fake as fakers/
The way I stitch this heads, . .On the button/
Can't beef with this rhyme lord. .I'll burn up ya whole mutton/
Ya girl zip skirt, . .I unbutton. .finish her up, . .all in a sudden/
Sting . .I spring. .Cause death in the ring/
The in thing. . is the way im ballin' . .dazzlin' heads like I was in Left Wing/
My linguistic string. . stretches like BB ping. . It'll hit yo like bell ding!/
Lyrical finesse. .to dress up this officer's mess/
Hydraulic force I drive, . .Coons just press/
Bestowed with Excess gift. . more than a Company largesse/
Flow so bright,. . It exhibit fluoresce/ He plans to plot a long thing? . . I jus compress/
Hes a Savior, . .But he Fake like Bar Jesus!/
Crap he penned, . .I cut it open with jus Scissors/
Cardiac arrest his heart. .Throw him in a back Hilux!/
Hes offline. .So I Reboot/
In every region I fall in, . .real heads salute/
Im splittin' bars in trees, . .he cant find the Cube root!/
Hes about to lose in this finale, while I keep scoring on point like DJ Khaled!/

give him uppercut/ put remote in his head, i control his thought//
How yhu gon say am wack wen am on track/ sick flows yhu lack. Ibime plus mikuz, still cant make me to pack (Tu-pac)//
See i aint no naeto-c bt am switchin levels, 10/10,
And wat da eff is diggity? I call it rap stupdity//
Yhu so outdated like adding a 13th month in the calendar//
Reason why dumb §h!t ur the founder/
No steven bt i wonder why ya wackness makes me wander//
He's a baby rapper. Dis jambito knws i aint his "TyPE"/
He comes in UNI-form/ cos he's based on UNI-style, Lol dis dude mumu don ripe//
His ryhmes aint sick/ dey just too weak/ he cant move forward (4 WORD) cos (1)he (2)is (3)a (4)fool//
He's so wack i call him wacko. Aint talkin jackson/
I leave scars on him like zebra/
sleak still the illest/ even if he's the best, am still d realest/ fhucker gimmie dat tick like "niKe"/
He gat notin to say/ he's just hating, / niqqa iz jealous cos rap am dating/. took a pistol to d law court, i drop bars/ he's still debating//
Okay Plain (plane) and simple, he knws am fly/
Spitting wid tobacco ima mouth, i spit high/
He's too dry/ and only time he'll be claiming "heir" apparent to rap is when he's ready to "dye"/
I light up the xbox, now he's playing wid fire/ my punches connecting wid his tooth like "blue", i never retire// am higher/ dis low life punk cant "diss-higher" (desire)//
he aint good enough/ my style rough plus tough/ i spit to make him cough//
See the only time i see someone better dan me is wen i look at the mirror/
Yhu cant save dis day even if u are a banker/ ya flow rated zero//
And yhu aint no boss cos u aint no ross//
Shots in ya doom/ i keep repeating the sin (scene)/. Many thought i work wid ''WARNER'' bros//
And dissing girls in ya flow makes yhu duller than teddies/ dummy ur fhuckd up like dildos/
Advice from me to yhu. Next time WARN HER bros
Like dat american movie producer//

, Dude put mikuz' d1ck behind yhu? U probably need back-up
Out like the 3letter word

Hey bozos. .  need I say ur lyrics r garbage/
no Beef. .u Vegies rappers peel off like Cabbage/

Tot I made a mistake when I said he's wack/
But sleak's last barz proved I'm right beyond reasonable doubt!/
While dj5 stil confused, his tots are gettin mixed up/
Oh forgot he's a dj. .  we'll pardon d scratches and mix up!/

Fruity barz. .sweet guyz, u need a mixer/
No elixir can save u from ma sharp barz as it mince ya!/
Dbr. . superior sinister mister/
Got tools to kill fools as i blast off canister/
phuckin Ur tag team up. .I menage u 2 lesbo whores/
3some, U d Girls, I'm d Playboy. .this is Hefner house!/
leave u 2 Smokin and Exhausted ike a weak Double Silencer!/
and ur b!tch speechless. . ma dik in her mouth silenced her/

But truly. .DJ5 u structure is gettin better/
but sleak Lmao. .u gettin progressively worse than ever/
Goin in circles on bicycle, u recyclin bitten linez/
Remixes ought to b beta. .u aint doin good job wit mine!/

He's "spittin bar in 3's". .he's a Monkey, I'm a Gorilla/
Get off ma Banana. .ridin ma girth won't make u flow iller!/
He "Finished with a zipped up girl Suddenly". . wrong calculation/
Means he unbuttoned and wanked and stil got Premature-e.ja.culation!/
Phukin loser, he's Pussi-phobic. .so he's huntin for Heads/
So I warn other dudes to beware u b4 u Head below d belt/

U both got potentials. . sadly that's all u'l eva be/
so keep Buzzin. .but better than me is sth u'll never Be!/

oNe

he aint right/ i left him behind//
his flow aint gat points like a bad essay writer/
His brain is on repeat. He kips sayinq am biting lines/
Even wid bullet proof surrounding his doom he still cant prove it/
So wats he tryna say? Or is he tryna systematically quit?//
His entire flow was blank, Weakling effing wid me. Nada could c.u.m outta it/
him know say I sick die like yar'adua/
And him wack die like eating to death/
He probably gat notin to "OfFeR"/ of "COUrsE" he's a rap "drop out"//
He doesnt belong here/ still "wonder" why he so "blind" to notice .//
I mount-IN here like DEW to murder his entire crew//
they havent been on track so dey all took the race like black americans/ /
Now he's claiming one man standing// but my drug lines he aint understanding/

I dey ''PARA'' dey drop bars like ''GRAPH''/
He's such an illiterate netcee, He aint getting the points cos i flow wid no ''PARAGRAPH''/
He aint good at disss (this). He lack words, Wat i say is truth-fOOL/
dey say its flow for rank but am chasing him wit plank/
So like boko harams seeking for employment' he better go get a "b|0w j0b"//
He keeps praising himself. Dis gods must be crazy/
Did he say am jealous? Lol/ i dont needa N.V (envy). Fhuckah its all about "I"/
Is he fly? He must be a fly/
my bars "press up"his skull wen he's behind the "CounTeR", Now he's counterfeit' (counter fit)//
I gat grenade on my apple wrist watch, Now its "time to blow" up his teeth//
Hold-up fhuckah/ if yhu dont dig this then ya brain "go-slow"//
He said am getting progressively worse/
Nohomo buh i blush to dat cos/
Am progressively getting whores like his mum and sisters//
I should stop here dummy,

i aint even a warmed up. . iv been chattin so loosely/
and u getting w[i]orked up[/i] . .sweat cracking profusely?/
check d recordz. .u don't really want it wit me so truly/
i don't even need to go hard to phuk up u cold pu$ies!/

it feels like I'm double dutchin. .i keep skipping ur lines/
u try skip mine. .u e[i]xplode[/i] in time when i land mine!/
its grime when i spar wit ma self. . i leave bystanders in carnage/
u clowns not even a target. .y'all just collateral damage!/

dissin ma mom is outta line. . b!tch thats oaf mistake/
check it. . ur mom and i are no equal. . tho we Mate!/
left her pusi Defeated. .when she position for the take/
shot loads of c.um [/i]all over her face. .damn i [i]Over-came!/

best realize. . step to me i'l make u relate wit shame/
takin lame aims at me won't make u name in the game/
if u wanna keep goin. .ur fate wil suffer the same/
boy, i built ma fame scripting flame and inflictin' pain!/

for attention u d[i]iss[/i] who u respect. .now thats disrespect/
beta don't compete with me boy. .or u gon hurt urself/
doubt me? pull out ur soap. .lil ho please urself/
i'll make u wet ur pant. . so u can be at peace [/i]wit urself !/

with the pen I'm victorious/ shinnin so glowrious/
the [i]Way-i-lace Big bars. .shudda known im Notorious/
deal wit slowpoke in time. .i get fast and furious
but now I'm still chillin, havin fun. .truly yours. ./

. .oNe

His Fufu raps. . are craps/
He can't even Eat his own Scraps/
With what hes Installin'. . I still Remove his Apps/
I've made gaps. . with this chaps. .cuz I flow Hot like Schnapps/
He should take a nap. .and stop shootin' craps/
Lil shot he chip. .Are jus a f'uckin' blip/
But I could go 16 at a single clip/
With the way I flow, . .I flood her Pool, . .She gat Liver, . .and took a dip/
Me in it . .and .what a bleep!/
His barz Fruity. . .more reason this Head . .lines. .are Mentally Irregular!!/

He doesn't have the formula. .to dissolve this Fine Actor/
I cause tremor. . to you niggas when I crack bars/
Ya chic cherish what I treasure/
He Slim, now, he want to Chop up/
In this game, Trophies mine. .Like I won the World Cup/
I got Arms. . Like the German Freidrich Krupp/
I sway Sweet sticky line, . .That my OK Pop!/
Plus my d'ick, they Suck it up. .like LolliPop!/
Im doin all for Hip Hop. .and when I drive by, . .niggas holla me . .Sup?/
So Im placin' this pup. . on the roof, . .then I lock up!/
Im not to be surpassed, . .Im Legend, History, . .The greatest!/
I pass all and still slam in latest/

Plus I could impose pain on this head, . .Like a Happy Sadist!/
I nailed his heart to his feet and he cried. . awful blast. . out!/
I Lock shell, . .and I stop all show off and his tout/
This war, . .Im comin all out/
No doubt. .Well prepared like Boy Scout/
In the rankin'. . Im rated 1 2 3 4, . .Why you count throughout/
Im married to this game, . .Even her veil trail/
Along ground. . I could still go Gareth at ya girl. .and when she c'um, . .I Bale/
Out, . .I overflood flows to Swallow ya drops like Jonah in a Blue Whale/
This niggas are still behind, . .They jus took in a brown snail/
Why I operate Quick, . .Im a Shark on a Blood trail!/
I left 'em in Anastacia mode. .They Sick and Tired/
I Hooke and force em beyond Elastic limit, . .now they Snapped Off, like Weak Wired/
Stretch 'em with my Marathon hit. .Now he Re tired!/
Hes Gorilla,. .no wonder the Fake mammal can't Go realer!/
His structurin' fugly, . Like Troll in Merlin and Arthur!/
Im high, . .And d'ope. .The last time he saw me Smoked' . .It was a hemp of Manilla!/
In this pitch, . .Im ballin' . .More than David Villa/
I sabotage attacks like the effect of War in Iraq. . To this degree, . .Im the Guerrilla!!/
This potential. .Like the Greek Scylla, murder. . these sailors who think they ride on their flow gutter/
Between man. .and gorilla . .Now you know who's better!!!/

i drop diss wid mad skills like psycho do//
He better take a "break" like wacko jacko do//
He's all about the rymeZ/ but still uses hammer to crack his head before he drops it/
Dis bitcccch rhymez wid §h|t/ while my fist rymez wid his girl's t!t /teeth//
I drop the punches like tyson/ he kips learning from me like jamb lesson//
check me out// we no be mate// am hell "L" like a bishop// this "pun " (p0rn) is getting worse (wh0res)//
So wats d need talking when he can always "shut up" and stay "in-DOORS"//
He's never been happy/ he claims to have a bitccch but the h0e dont see him as "HER PEE"//
He's flow aint gat focus like broken lense/ plus he makes no sense// i might rate him high but he wont pass "TENSE" (10s)//
He's tryna play me cos am the game// he kips striking wid no aim/ reason why he aint on point like scores//
He said he's the best rymer/ me a bomb timer// i still go into his field and defeat him duh i aint no mid-fielder//
He must be gay cos he's claiming d0pe// mikuz' d1ck in his mouth// he's always gon be a suck3r (soccer) like manchester feeder//
I make him speechless when this dumb figure "HATE"// he's still playing hard, /, like snooker pockets, i make him swallow his balls/
He goes to a community secondary school to rehearse his rhymes// yet he doesnt spit CLASS-SicK//
Dis weak critic need "schooling"/ but would the fhuckah "admit"??//
Look here nucca, am all about the blood gang// so the corpse yhu be feeling|
Ya crew am killing/ rapGod in here, yhu wacks am healing//
take no pills reason why am still illing/ and yhu a weakling//
Aint talkin netowrk but ima let yhu fool yaself in a web of ya own,
OuTta here,

thats gotta be the weakest ishh ever from both of u/
so ima give u usain treatment. .run and knot bolts on u/

Weed this fake Crops of retards claiming they rappers/
thinking u the $h!t cos u strut around in[i] diapers?[/i]/
u lil' rats better beware. . u aint too young to u die fast/
been doin this for a while. . i die cats when d dice's cast!/

cos y'all getting me hungry like I'm on a diet and dry fast/
u'l neva be this[i] high[/i] even smokin tons of dry grass!/
cos buy a$.s. . u lift bars and try to bite a$.s/
all i need is a[i] blonde b!.tches [/i]to wreck u fake[i] tigers[/i]/
so feel listen, i kno u uncircumcised haters so bias/
liars. .i'ma sling stones of truth like david where u Go lie at!/

confirmed, u know I'm Sick wit it, u lil kids shudnt be testing me/
seem the 1st lady on diet. .the way ma patience is gettin thin/
fuel ma anger. .i pump ma wrath with no subsidy/
a town where u the best?. .sorry b!tch, no such city/
so succinctly. .u lil retards need lots of practice/
stuff urself wit M&K. .u still won't know wat[i] Smart-is[/i]!/

catch this. .i got the tactic to smack this/
leg over when i ball. . feet in the cloud so u can't match this/
loaded with arsenal shots. . u Tot arms can't breach/
lyrical gats flip. .wack bodies catch clips and do gymnastic!/

oNe