lol...really dead

chamotex:

Dead zone cry cry cry

mykali

lol...really dead

Yea, dead. .and thanks to both of u. .u contributed to that deadness.

oNe

Rap has taken A new form, Vets should adapt or collapse, hiphop has taken a newshape, be part of it and stop fighting change, embrace it, or better stil TAKE IT.

Yeah...
U guys are ginger me up wit ya flow
Wen I 1st saw dis rhyme ,I wanted to post bt my cell was low#
Am here in d building. Wit my tempo
Alway in d studio,notepad witt my penncil
Near rhyme,
Slant rhyme#
Partial rhyme#
All r gud#
Depend hw u can make pronounciation to sounds gud
I don't ave anything 2 eat rap is my food
Am study rap
As if am studt in lab
I can freestyl
I can fuckingstyl
I don't read any magazine pass lifestyl
Am bold. In d midst I don't feel shy
Hi to my enemy
Am d future
Bt my foe r d vulture
In music there s a felony
Pay d attention u r gonna hear my melody
This is an intro
My rap flows wit a tempo.
Hold up nigga#
Ibracyber is lyrically sick
Ask 4rm DA CHYPER

Ibracyber: Yeah...
U guys are ginger me up wit ya flow
Wen I 1st saw dis rhyme ,I wanted to post bt my cell was low#
Am here in d building. Wit my tempo
Alway in d studio,notepad witt my penncil
Near rhyme,
Slant rhyme#
Partial rhyme#
All r gud#
Depend hw u can make pronounciation to sounds gud
I don't ave anything 2 eat rap is my food
Am study rap
As if am studt in lab
I can freestyl
I can fuckingstyl
I don't read any magazine pass lifestyl
Am bold. In d midst I don't feel shy
Hi to my enemy
Am d future
Bt my foe r d vulture
In music there s a felony
Pay d attention u r gonna hear my melody
This is an intro
My rap flows wit a tempo.
Hold up nigga#
Ibracyber is lyrically sick
Ask 4rm DA CHYPER

what is this?

smh am impressed even wid dat idiot mikuz... School thangs gat me shying away.. Ima pen down sometin friday night. Peace

smh am impressed even wid dat idiot mikuz... School thangs gat me shying away.. Ima pen down sometin friday night. Peace

Lwkmd

When i hit my next they all hit their nest! Flow better than flosick that's y when i flow they roll. When i rap they clap, a dude from mars know 'em rams #justdonttestme

Make I drop something . . No matter how e be . . Hehe . . .

Niggas know I dont play tricks and trifle/ I could bereave a rival/ when I pr ick my rifle/
Like Nas . .I teach guys in alleys . .turn 'em to Street Disciples/
He better pray and seek his bible/
Or I'll let punches shoulder him to stupor/
Give him a high profiled killing in a convent . .cos I Murder Superior/
My dough rise like cinannon buns/ even when Im only rapping for fun/
Cos If i rhyme next to your Sister . .then Im second to None!/
I spit Michael Opkala rhymes/
Cos I bring light to the game when I step to the booth . .y'll know I Power Mics!/
I spit hiphens when I flow for rank . .but the folk underscores/
Cos If he thinks he's dope . .I'll strip his title . .like Alberto Contador/
And any nigga who tries to move after/ a cop will get real badly battered/
Cos I might cuff his heart . .and give him a cardiac arrest. .like fabrice Muamba/

Cyber intro gat no tempo!/
Fibre he throw, lack flow synchro!/
I unleash outgoin' punches to cross incomin' niggas on arrival!/
With his single, he took out a rival/
But I could I go multies. . hit 76 like Plies/
All day, 22 7's like Pies/
Suprise every eyes, set brains on highs/
Lashin' chics free cuz they paid the prize/
They all left you, y? Ur d'ick couldn't rise/
Cuz im Second to none, . .I make heads die First!/
When I tie down, strip and divest!/
Rap pedagogue, . . .like a professor from Armherst/
Smoky verse, . .he found himself in a fog/
He got choked up with my flow, . .his two lungs is 'bout to clog/
Head scribbin' with ink better blot out/
Fire hot rap, leave bodies with blazin' Cuts like Samurai Vendettas on rout!/
Sweatin', Wonderin', . . Their Skinned Brain fall!/
If these fool think they can't be silenced, . .like a daddy, I pull their poly pants, smack 'em and all/
Like Lucozade, I Boost in cash rank. .plus I Rhyme like Busta in the FFR/
Everyone knows, . . even DBR?/
Like The Opera 7 Next, . .i'm Beta than your best!/
Hypnotized em all, on stage, chics cleaned up your guests/
I Spark up cities with my Golden, . . like firefly explodes/
Unequalled bars, like The Nairaland 2 Mods!/
I flow high like a dot on i . .while the rest, ground bottom like shriek!!/
This Mike Myers still flows Ugly like Shrek/
Heads claimin' rhyme bishop, I disrobe/
Smash hit, street vibe, we Control tha heat, cuz we hob Knob!/
He brings no lite, his story lies are Tales by moonlight!/
His bars are made in Nigeria, more reason he gat no light!/
But the way I push bars. .Heavy duty/
Ya chic get the picture, . .yo, the one with the big booty/
You can't end this armed knight. .if you even plan all day!/
Your name on my death list, u've become prey/
You don't get it, like tryin' to find a clearer view in the midst of mist/
Too predictable, I twist his wrist/. . everytime he wist his fist/
If he wish me dead, i'm about to fulfil his dream when I froze him stone cold!/
That's a pinch, I could lay his corpse, on railway road/
Rest his body on track, to be pieced, then i'll be watchin' cuz my hands . .i've fold!/

haa

slizay i be de man
im so nice now ya B**ch keep blowin me like a fan
flow so sweet got sugarcaine bars
im so dam high so u can catch me sleepin in de mafukin stars
raps so great like de wall of china
even ma kicks is too fresh so dat ish designer

.............. if u wana hear more follow me on twitter @SLIZAY FC

[color=#990000][/color]new-to-nairaland-games, but i'll be with more 'tricks' dan ghetto streets... My rhymes be gettin popular, rates number 'few-to-kell-rowlands-fame... FLOWS-DISASTEROUS...//

old-to-the-rap-game, u wan compare ur 'so call rap with mine? Ur so sold-thru-ur-craps-name. .u go 'bold? If its BB then i'll be 'bold-2,-nw-clap-mahn. .my lines hit 'three angles' so ah always THROW-DISS-AT-PHEROS....//

they go through my-last-'two-bars'(tubars) they were like who's the fuckin farmer, they jst cant go 'false' on me wen 'i-cast-true-verse... 'No be play' wen i say that am dope, yall KNOW-ITS-SERIOUS

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What hes dunkin' is Real BS in this ring/
But my rhyme . .butter-fly, so like Red Bull, it gives you wing!/
On stage, I could cause sparklin' echoes that be wildly pulsing/
I go solo plus I de-feat duos every now and then, . .I think this is all very tiring/
I still murder in Series, with my rap sling, . . who had quite a need when I Chuck-it!/
You ain't dope, yo just pop up bulls'hit!/
No sweat, he got loaded stinks, up his armpit!!/
Hes new to nairaland games? C'mon, that old news/
And now old to the rap game? . . Boy you confuse/
Ya 9ja rhyme local, . . So Mr Popoola!/
But like The Chief Army in Command, . .I flow General!/
You better leave, so I don't sketch my autograph on ya coffin funeral/
Hes the man. .ya, I think I heard the nurse/
I wiped off his courage, now he has no ragged hanging guts to face this nurse!/
I cause violent change to shake up this clan like a Sudden Cataclysm!/
iPad script and still attract chic'. . North Southwise, like the law of Magnetism/
Niggas lay dead before iTouch em, . .look, im way beyond ya OS. . I Android!/
Youre not in form, the reason you come out void/
Bars I spit, gillette sharp, . . split his kins with his folks/
So when he leashes out his Loony, we all know, . .That's all folks!/

dj5naira:
Niggas lay dead before iTouch em, . .look, im way beyond ya OS. . I Android!/

you try...!

dj5naira:
Niggas lay dead before iTouch em, . .look, im way beyond ya OS. . I Android!/

mikuz:
you try...!

...and it gets better.

Ibime happy married life . . . Would be interesting to see how you rap now that you're her husband . . .
Hehe

I p!mp my ride and p!mp ya bride/
I fired leather lyrics that Ezhibit greatness . .to leave SKINned . . so hide!/
If i assume yo boo is blest/ then i'll push through my intent/ to call for a divorce . .and make her throw weight behind it. . like a Shot-put event/
To him relay this over/ that I've clandestinely met his lover/
Kissed her without his permission . .no pecking order!/


My flows connect like a bluetooth device/
Gat some screws loose . .but my hook is tight/
The fire i deliver through the mic/ is capable enough to born him/
Im a substitute for dopeness . .but I make yo first team/
In rap . . I've convocated and hes still a Jambite/
I impale his face to the wall . .and turn his head to pale like Termites/
He got no swimming style . .he's a wack folk/
I spike his spine with a boulder . .now he gat backstrokes/
My bars turn rappers to convicts/
Hes never 'shore' he'll land me punches . .even if he 'banks' on it/
I might drag the nut-case to court for being a poor dude/
He got no pants on . .so I clothe him legally . .give him a lawsuit/
I dont Mercy Sides . .when I spit you shiver/
Even if yo Liver Pools . .you wont still de-liver/
I smash his jaw/ for having the guts/ to wag his tongue/
In short . . In real battle . . he wont last me long/
Ya flows Seem disconnected . . In hiphop you gat no clarion call/
If I made it a duty to deflate yo ego with wordplays . .then its a pun chore!/
Im praised by the crowd . . 'So Far' . .he aint got 'cheers'/
Im high like a storeyed building . .to see me you gatta make up stares/
Beef up yo security before I bring you this/
Cos the punches I doctored . .would leave you nursing injuries/

yessir
Been away like flight, niqqaz can still feel the flyness//
Ontop of my haters, dey be callin me tha lyrical highness//
Sleak is back wid ill-flows/ and aint no fhuckah stoppin me cos i will-flow//
I give yhu wat yhu feel bro/ so like tyson spittin on the mic. Men my rap will still-blow//
Ahaha. I knw u feeling this(diss).. Aint talkin beef/
but tha boy still rule dis crib lyk a murfuhuckin chief//
No timing (thyme-in) bt i still spice up rhymes,/ even haters be feelin dis to death.. Call it cyber-crime//
I spit glocks in dis block / and men dey say Gods time is tha best so i walked into tha church and stole a clock//
And now am spittin more verses than hyme (him)/ so like a sick brick-layer, mehn i still remain tha illest niqqa in dis block/
School thangs gat sleak busy.. Just said i should pen-diss/
Men i aint dead, like celin dion I'M ALIVE..
Yessir

I make sterling pounds like real ponce, I pounce and pound head to powder/
Sick D'ope Skills like it carried a Tobacco-Pouch on her/
Burnin' the temperature degree, we've hit maximum/
You flow ordinary, just Regular, . . But I get rewards. . fo' sho, my account Premium!/
I ripped off his skin, brought his skeleton out, and disjoint!/
Pulled out his eye socket while I showed him an index, he couldn't see the point!!/
Ya girl, tears rolled down her cheek like mournin' the passin' of Vladislav Finagin/
So High gone, like whose brain has been dissolved in Gin!/
I put my trust in the Lord who doesn't booze, but He's the Most High!/
Then this Lloyd, . . thrust ya chic on sea Banks till she flood River Nile/
Kissed her Goodbye. .Welcome in another, then her mouth, I spat inside/
I took my heavenly car keys, gave 'em one hell of a ride/
Movin at high velocity with a mission. .Whilst openin' and closin' moss-covered doors/
Delete her face, . . Kill the whores!/
Like MTV I touch Base!/
I'm nothing if all else, the sun, . .cuz I blaze/
If I made your girl lost in house, then i've turned her home, . .to Amaze/
Beefin' me aint as simple as dancing and singing/
But murderin' you is my Hobby like Golf Putting/
I got Arms like Octopus, . .i'm MTNloaded!/
Raised the castle high, . .For that which I have funded/
I present dead corpse on ya screen, and said. .Who's Next?/
They couldn't reply, . .Oh thanks to the wonders of overlappin' text!/
Whatever he's scriptin', i've incinerated/
I've won him on number of occasions, . .More reason i'm Top-rated/
His bluetooth device. . failed to connect,. .I broke his coloured teeth!/
I advice. . he devise. .cuz there ll be neither pardon, nor displayin' of teeth/
Imma bombard his Bands with Mo'hit!/
His hook. . Tithe, there nothin' its Offering/
He b'low Job, . . Now, hes Suffering!/
I ball hard, that my goal, First class, . .while hes just Reserve/
Im the King , that's why you slaves just serve/
I took this Worm out,. .with Insult, I drove the whole sub!/
Left him feets away Underground, . .like Revolutionary Marines inside Subs/
Oh this mighty, has chose to smote/
This ain't Shakespare, finley or emerson quote!/
In here, I Control the game, those in it, . .with Remote/
Skip away, lose the rope, drop the anchor. .go in your boat/
Your Hot punches won't melt this Iceberg. . One hit, and your Sunk Titanic won't float/
Most superior,. . on sightin' me . .Swallow flows and bloat!/
Suprise! Im a g.o.a.t!/
I mean the greatest of all time, . . Im not soundin' c'orky or tryin' to boast/
Even with your intertwine lines, . .i'll murder you both/
I transform his long series short-lived like Dan'l Young Boone/
Ladies missed my absence, they be like . .Where have you gone?/
I could go on and on. .like a Love Movie Scene on James Bond/
I'm runnin' this pitch. .while you gat no leg in this game!/
I've gathered banks, while you got coins, what a shame!/
I render his Sick Army to surrender. .No Retreat!/
This Father Lord, known across Mother Earth, . .Damn, i'm really great!/
But nay, his personal friend is gay!/
Oh now I feel the need to weep and prey!!/
I trim down his Babylon like Twin Tower/
So fly. .speed limit burst through gravity, past his metre per hour!/

Mikuz. .
ur wordplay skill is growin dude.
u make me feel like a good WP-sensei

thumbz up.

oNe

hmmmmm

sleakid: hmm[b]mmm[/b]

Study show that 95% of people spell Hmm with 2M's. You are part of the remaining 5% : )

DBR: Mikuz. .
ur wordplay skill is growin dude.
u make me feel like a good WP-sensei

thumbz up.

oNe

lol
Thank you Sir. And Thank God for netcees like you; wey show us the way.

Friday night freestyle . . .
The paradox will never end . . .

I give the fans what they ask for/
Dude's back to bring ill verses to the fore/
I put guys off their strokes to slash foes/
Im hale and hearty . .but I spit the sickest flows/
You get hit with a club when I stick around/
Keep your heads up as I bring you the low down/
Im 'too' prolific to score a 'brace'/
I air my thoughts when I land in the place/
Im single but I double date/
I bend gay laws cos Im straight/
Look out for me . .cos Im in/
Im about to 'reign' . .call me the 'Son' of the king/
I lay low when I get high/
Make your exit . .or walk in a tight rope if you standby/
I put my dop3 verses on the loose cos Im tight/
I leave you in piece . .when I bring the fight/
I give you a good bashing for rolling with bad guys/
Im real with the paradox . .like clocks are wingless but time flies/

Happy Easter.

When real head bring in the heat, cold niggas flow faint/
Odd verse, . .sketched his obituary with a blunted pen, even if he doesn't get the point!/
I got Thicker bars, Cloud-like . .that all the rain frogs hopped out/
I'm Nihontô, that loves to cut and make dinner out of Kenshi's gut/
I shoot up his Shinedown at first strike, there will be no Second Chance!/
Place the b'itches on a Bouncin' Castle, watch as I make Hip Hop. .we care not to prance/
Caught ya girl, Catwalkin on Cobwebs. .spare me that Network. .
I Edge bars, that over a thousand netcees stole and read!!/
So tired of his sheet verse, I stuffed his mouth with her pant plus toilet paper so he bled/
My dominion days prevail sovereignity!/
Gone are the nights of youthful hormonal nonsensity/
I closed her eyes shut, for she has seen the penguin in my brief!/
These coons are so in soup, I served 'em stirred bars and beef!!/
In short sentence, . .Intense tenses I fire, struck heads down, they tensed up/
Im sick, deep down inside, I think i'm gonna throw up/
Licking my sugar stick, she's my aunt in June/
Makin' Cash round the Clock, we Spend our Time . .dreaming about tunes!/
Rockin' this carts, . . Im ridin on you pacer/
I don't come out black and white, but with what I scrawl, i'm read like Punch Newspaper!!/

Ɣε̲̣̣̣̥άн is jaykingston a.ka mr flinston
I make bitches bedrock anytime I smoke cock
All reapear anytime u tink am gone cos in ma hood we ain't play wit toy guns
So much fun, for d day I waz born
It waz gr8 cos for ma concpetion they neva watched porn
Soon enough things start gettin tough and rough,
I cudn't take it cos I realise am getting soft
Then dose niggas startin lookin for me jigga
As D̶̲̥̅̊є̲̣̥y̲̅ said weda jay or jigga we know he can't closer yet is not over
I know I might not rhyme wella bt not time to get to d cooler and that how many nigga go down. Pls make una rank me

Lame king with no manhood/
S'ex 'em only in his wetdreams, how I wish he could/
Layed pebbles underneath his foam, the only time his bedrock!/
Unbelievable tales he told, just like Incredible Hulk/
Killed him with a Frown Face, made him Dead Serious when I played puns/
Watered up his game, no toy guns/
Turned his funday to her b'itch mournday. . when I fried him overnight/
Reborn him again. .he couldn't enter kingdom, even with his knight/
Immaculate bars,. . he should spare me his dirty talk/
With developed Shell and tough skin, . . I X him on Board and eat up his Chalk!/
Open ya eyes peeps, .I hid him in his own grave. .now they be lookin' at his funeral/
Then I blind their eyes, like they been staring at a bright chandelier/
He knows he can't rhyme, now he wants to join the recruit/
But with my fore teen teaser, I could shutdown his software and make him reboot!/

Even if drink chelsea to hype urxev I dnt qive a Bleep cuz to me it doesn't mata(matter)