2nd verse
Sleak heads be hating/ cos the thread i be blazing/
Djs and hood vets hail me/ in the verses I be phrasing/
I drop down a dop3 verse to stay flyer/
They critisizing me for a biter . .but they claim Im tighter/
Im numero uno/ dudes know/
In FFR/ that Ill be back to/script bars/ like Dbr/
In details/ I wanted to type like Ibime/
But I handle bars right . . And since I've being balling like Sidibe/
When I derail . .you'll would get to see me fail/
Rhyme with real perception . . desert from what seems real fake/
Cos I know with that Ill be up for big fame/
We as netcees should work on the things we lack/
Cos I cant help the upcoming if Im lyrically wack/
So I got d0p3 to school 'em . .thats Unilag/
So If you see me with a blue cadillac/
Just know this cat drive 'em mad/

3rd Verse
Tears in my cheeks when no tear should scroll/
cos I was in same room when her arms got cold/
See in our block all we do is roll/
Till we all got bricks on our homes/
He got a calling in rap . .you'll should hold/
You'll Decode . .if a Star Comes Ill glow/
Mitchel Obi flow . . I got a master's balls/
Plaster thoughts/ I could hurt your guts/
These words aint like Bolts see?/
They more highly rated than Gabrselassie/
My pen and lyrics are all I've gat/
What you got for me . .blow or spats/
You gonna Punch me ? . .nigga I can dodge The Sun/
Thank Jah for seeing This Day . . and for his son/
Im fast enough to put The Nation on the run/

I shred this trivias . .that Alexander Song/
He be biting 'em lyrics which Jay Z sung/
He can't DIY. .perhaps sleak wasn't wrong!/
With sisqo beat. .this tongue sung/
Blast from my firearm. .made him died in his bi tch arms/
Consistent yaps . .like street beggar collectin' alms!/
Inverse he rehearsed. .back behind, . .its reverse/
I hailstone barz from the throne I sit. .manna from heaven. .in disguise!/
Numero uno. .his childhood fantasy/
A wrong belief. .a brotherhood fallacy!/
What he scratches. .scripts from an empty hen!/
Phrase he prints. .photocopied. .he still need to learn!/
My rocket thrust . .straight up high . .as she bend down low/
If starcomms. .he won't glo/
I pen unusual stuff. .still get usual praises on the go!/
Like. . .excellent write-up Johnny, Bravo!!/

I ball more than Borriello/ more fly like than Aero/
Blow like windstorms in Minna to wipe ya team . . Niger tornadoes/
I blast your ego/ so any babe you p¡mping would walk from you/
She wont fall . . slipping in front of you/
I make chicks be fronting for you/ they back off . . they aint got a thing or love for you/
and I rock . .catch me in a Park . .where I be Linkin' ho's two on two!/
You numb . . and I bring the encore . . like Im that Brooklyn nigga/
Lyrical architect . . with more blueprints than Jigga/
So if I say Im so fhucking Savage . .doesnt mean am smooching Tiwa!/
Niggas taking lame shots at this huge looking killer/ but I aint coming at them/
They lines boring and erred/ with nothing to cheer/
Engage ya whorè with the flow . . Thats a current affair!!/
Im rocking wears/ that these uptown girls admire . . Jukun and Hausa/
You wont own a Carrot Jean . . unless you got a fruit on ya trouser/
I got more 'scents' than Frangrance . . guess you know/ stashing Yens . . and writing cheques in Euros/
I unite guys like the whites . . Western Union/
I spit religious like ma hoods parish/
But Im troublesome . . could bring war on two catechists/ sparking fire like few matches/
No communism son. . Im quite quarrelsome . . Im a Feudalist!/
Ma punches . . make you feel you were beaten by school bandits/
The nigga aint the sh¡t . . he just stooling/
But they cheer my lines cos Im fly . .and ya rhymes are what they Boeing/

should i say wack? Hmmm. No comment

Yhu slow to progress like ya 2go star../
old vets dont test a d0pe master../
yhu aint coming (c-u-ming) up/ b!tch niqqa stop phuckin wit mah star/
I hit ur mouth/ coz u suck lyk ur girl's t!t/
take off ya teeth/ now u stop biting lines like a hungry n!tw!t/...
Puttin my name in ya flow../ is tha only d0pe line u know/
but how u gon drive us mad/ when the only time u took a ride is foolin yaself ontop d ho's pus-sy/
In diz rapsh!t,/ i stay fly and "fit" like colabo/
U sure aint messing wit diz being/ ur flow wack/ dumber dan mr.bin/:
So best kip ur style to urself cos ur "source" of inspiration must be 4rm tomato/
ur wordies aint on point/ phuck James.. Dey blunt/ dey aint tight lyk a ho's coint/
i split myself into 4/ now u've just met-ah-four/ and my bars "strong" like dish....
Wat u think am metal for?/
But the lines u spit;/ like being a lyrical architect wit more blueprints dan jigga/ that wasnt a metaphor./
See i ball lyk blues so phuck ur band/ and the ground yhu stand/
rip off ur veins/ take ur blood to a marketer lyk its "red blood cells" for a grand/

Take off ur b!tch's clothes/ straff her on code/
then i remote her feelings like she's my decoder/
she acts strange... Niqqy too dumb to decode her/
in FFR, u script bars like DBR/ But i "do-me" like psquare/
see? U aint real in here/ so like "yung6ix" ur hustle's taking u "no where"/
i could go on & on switching flows/ but like tyson, a blow is a enuf 4 a dawg wit stupid ego/
so get my name off ur mouth before i add an elbow...
Phucker..

We never play games like unused subs/ we screw cops/ with bull dogs/who spot Muftis or uniforms . . .
Shhh . make some noise . . and get killed with 2 shots!/
In Freestlyes . . or Butterfly . .ya metaphor/ will never soar/
You cant rap beyond wackness . . so what you going meta for?/
We sharp brethren/
but he tryna be blunt . . saying I bite lyrics . . without reference/
Its apparent . . I father him across borders . . Trans-Parent/
You not ill . .this verse should be your major adherence/you fake your appearance/ cos you aint sure of who you are . .
I put ya prioties on a weighing machine . .its called a scale-of-preference/
I spring rhymes like fountains/ but this nigga be found wanting/
'Whet' ya appetite . .my lyrics . . are mouth watering/
The word plays you draft is trash/ you need to go back to class/
Niggas dont feel what you pen/
Cos cells and sales dont compliment!/
My word plays crack you/
Jos lyrics . . Im up like Plateau/
I field Ops in . .to kick ya balls like Matthew/
^^You wont even comprehend all of that/cos it aint meant for wacks/
See we are worlds apart . . like Venus and Mars!/
With your big nose/ we wont hear your weak flows/
Niggies no send ya b¡tchy rhymes/
You switch flows/ cos your an electrician!/
You stutter lines/and I murder rhymes/
Even if you spit Blue Band on air . . You wont be Butter-fly/
No elevated b¡tching/ clearly speaking/
You wack like eating . .translated in pidgin!/

sleakid: Yhu slow to progress like ya 2go star../
old vets dont test a d0pe master../
yhu aint coming (c-u-ming) up/ b!tch niqqa stop phuckin wit mah star/
I hit ur mouth/ coz u suck lyk ur girl's t!t/
take off ya teeth/ now u stop biting lines like a hungry n!tw!t/...
Puttin my name in ya flow../ is tha only d0pe line u know/
but how u gon drive us mad/ when the only time u took a ride is foolin yaself ontop d ho's pus-sy/
In diz rapsh!t,/ i stay fly and "fit" like colabo/
U sure aint messing wit diz being/ ur flow wack/ dumber dan mr.bin/:
So best kip ur style to urself cos ur "source" of inspiration must be 4rm tomato/
ur wordies aint on point/ phuck James.. Dey blunt/ dey aint tight lyk a ho's coint/
i split myself into 4/ now u've just met-ah-four/ and my bars "strong" like dish....
Wat u think am metal for?/
But the lines u spit;/ like being a lyrical architect wit more blueprints dan jigga/ that wasnt a metaphor./
See i ball lyk blues so phuck ur band/ and the ground yhu stand/
rip off ur veins/ take ur blood to a marketer lyk its "red blood cells" for a grand/

Take off ur b!tch's clothes/ straff her on code/
then i remote her feelings like she's my decoder/
she acts strange... Niqqy too dumb to decode her/
in FFR, u script bars like DBR/ But i "do-me" like psquare/
see? U aint real in here/ so like "yung6ix" ur hustle's taking u "no where"/
i could go on & on switching flows/ but like tyson, a blow is a enuf 4 a dawg wit stupid ego/
so get my name off ur mouth before i add an elbow...
Phucker..

guy no need trading endless mumu bars . Call me out in a thread and let the votes tell! Simples

He balls hat trick. .just in his training ground/
I smash quintets. .lyrical messi found/
I'm scorin' points. .a soccer hero. .his ratings, zero/
Im a jet fuel. .he a kero!/
My aero streak volatile. .more or less gasoline/
He be sparrin' frank olize lyric and his newsline!!/
His meek squad can't withstand my tropical cyclone/
Violent windblown. .crush front spine and backbone!/
He, a mere breeze in minna. .my blows. .TNT!/
A bachelor's fridge. .his lyrics, so empty!/
Rap messiah. .get behind. .don't tempt me/
My ego tides. .neurohormones boost. .her erect clit stand!/
Your girl felt it. .two days or gasm seats . . for a one night stand!!/
Forked lovemaking styles. .off the sit. .and on the stands/
I give off more sparks than a thousand Flintstones!/
Sweet lines. .musky verses. .eau de cologne/
Master planner. .noble mayor. .FFR Lord!/
Frolickin' with cheap sluts. .the nigga got no taste bud!/
The bony can't. .his account emaciated. .what a broke lean chump!/
My punch hits. .my blows thump. .this bi tch, a plump!/
Uncivilised conan. .a fu cking barbarian!/
Stimulate and charge up nerves. .my co ke marksmen!/
Late night summons. .she answers my bootycall beep!/
Unisex costumes. .both genders trip/
Corporate killings. .Xed him on pens!/
His life savings value. .worth only a pence!/
Cash he vouched for. .filled just a piggy bank!/
Im listed among the forbes. .capping rank!/
With his disjointed flow that don't unite!/
I pardon the gayish icon. .since he unites with whites!/
I penned the creed. .his whole parish bowed indeed!/
Actionman. .my verb and my words in deed!!/
I flared flame once more. .he born again/
Quarrelsome attribute. . a naggin' wife insane!/
I'm the real phenomena, . .my physics path, . .known across circuit!/
Harmonizin' rhythmic flows. .not care a hoot!/
Your fly. . with proboscis, you suck. .dwell on necta root!/
Niggas envy. .the way high-pitch note. .that's the very truth!/

and so what after the battle? Shey u say u get endless lyrics? We go drop em til we taya. Idiot
foolish fool

I son clowns like a foster home/ when I talk my own/
Staple his eyes to my chair. . . make him watch the throne/
Beefing me is something I will not condone/ I'll just call Capone/
order the hit. . . and its done. . . before I drop the phone!/
Ma own boss. . .I got work for y'all/ while I lounge on a virgin shore/
. . .furthermore/ eating lobster thermidor/ . . with a working broad/
I never heard of y'all/ I ether vets/ through my ethernet/ and murder y'all/
End ya career. . . soon as I log on WINDOWS. . . it's ya curtain call/
No longer will I let you monkeys pass/ with ya funky raps/
Ya chick a mule. . . she horse-faced. . .with a donkeys a.s.s/
I turn rappers to martyrs/
and treat chicks like films. . . gimme action and romance. . .but I cant handle the drama/
I believe in the balance of karma/
thats why I channeled Osama. . . and received my instruction. . . .to handle Obama!/

Ibime: I son clowns like a foster home/

I son clowns like a foster home/ so low ya tone/ and hold ya own/
Plus your rhymes no more Interest . . . .
You're an unwanted player . .on a loan/
I sack like firing squads/ tie him up/ . . and light him up/
Ground him . .till hes rhymes get flawed/
I p¡mp fine babes/ the type who grace high ways/
Pluck his eyes . . and turn his romantic engagements . .to blind dates/
I spit biblical orations/ that attract liturgical ovations/
and my verses 'make the cut' . . like real surgical operations/
While you looming in penury/ Im looting the treasury/
Buying houses with high Gates . . and farouking the territory/
This low brother/ spit squalid bars from his phone browser/
Hes rhymes too grimy . .give him a Soap Opera/
I dont act up . .or need a costume to start the action/ but hes dazed the way Im blasting cannons/ at him . . .
. . .in a dramatic fashion/
Its really a responsibility to mic check/ with typed texts/ and rhyme best . . ./
I stuff cash in drawers . .cos the buck stops in my desk/
Ya daughter doesnt stay in a convent/ yes? . . .
Then I'll scale through ya small fence/ and make for ya flat . . . that you got new on short rent/
To disvirgin her on ya library furniture . . even if its a table of contents/
I hope Ibime has heard/ he should upgrade his verse/
I still remain the king with no subjects . .like phrasal verbs/

hehehe . . .

Ibime: End ya career. . . soon as I log on WINDOWS. . . it's ya curtain call/

This is what is known as dop3ness. Most netcees would use 2-3 lines to word that for it to make sense, but he did it in one line!!

With his cheap talk. .he brought on the usual rant/
Depose his styles. .I dethroned the tyrant/
Crashed his phone. .brought war on his mouth piece. .solitary beatings. .left him a lone!/
He a boss. .in his zone. .commandeerin' in dreams. .soldierin' kyle clones!/
I raid his family crib. .houseless ninja . .fightin' for space at sea shore!/
Possess his entire system. .epileptic seizure!/
He never heard. .cuz I blast his eardrum with Def Jam!/
I quintessence heads. .when I ball, grand slam/
Moving on course. .fountain peak. .summit post!/
Unbeatable rhino. .rhyme dino. .I turn heads to cinnamon toast!/
My chic. .everyone admire. .super star. .not one touch her/
Wricked yours underneath. .smacked bosom on duty. .as she bl ow job. .I sufferer!/
Quotable quoter. .my pace quicker. .and these ducks. .quackster!!/
I maclean. .my barz magical, . .its spell. .charm her/
I engineer troops. .lyrical John Connor!/
Netcee salvation. .both pros, cons. .and all!/
Said it. .stuffin' cash in drawers and piggy bank!/
Buck stops in his desk. .mine occupy vaults in world bank!/
To disvirgin her. .he pumped viagra contents into his pale di ck/
Parkinson syndrome. .visibly shaken. .hes frail sick!/
Its his responsibility to mic check. .one two. .my call of duty to murder netcees double!/
In his care to dust the throne I sit on. .my obligation. .to cut tongue. .those who my crown they worn!!/
These Jehovah members has witnessed the power of wit logic/
Better buckle and brace up. .might not survive again when I punch in and land hit cosmic!!/

mikuz:
I son clowns like a foster home/ so low ya tone/ and hold ya own/
Plus your rhymes no more Interest . . . .
You're an unwanted player . .on a loan/
I sack like firing squads/ tie him up/ . . and light him up/
Ground him . .till hes rhymes get flawed/
I p¡mp fine babes/ the type who grace high ways/
Pluck his eyes . . and turn his romantic engagements . .to blind dates/
I spit biblical orations/ that attract liturgical ovations/
and my verses 'make the cut' . . like real surgical operations/
While you looming in penury/ Im looting the treasury/
Buying houses with high Gates . . and farouking the territory/
This low brother/ spit squalid bars from his phone browser/
Hes rhymes too grimy . .give him a Soap Opera/
I dont act up . .or need a costume to start the action/ but hes dazed the way Im blasting cannons/ at him . . .
. . .in a dramatic fashion/
Its really a responsibility to mic check/ with typed texts/ and rhyme best . . ./
I stuff cash in drawers . .cos the buck stops in my desk/
Ya daughter doesnt stay in a convent/ yes? . . .
Then I'll scale through ya small fence/ and make for ya flat . . . that you got new on short rent/
To disvirgin her on ya library furniture . . even if its a table of contents/
I hope Ibime has heard/ he should upgrade his verse/
I still remain the king with no subjects . .like phrasal verbs/

hehehe . . .

Ibime used that bar as his signature

dj5naira: Better buckle and brace up. .

Better buckle and brace up/ or get blazed up/ with stray shots/
Ya rhymes suck . .like tape worms/
Stick to your day job/ or Ill make you stay fuck3d/John Conner . .best retire/
Your rubber bullets never fired/
I top the 'polls' . . like nepa wires/
I cut his parts/ for talking trash/
You low lives cant reach my peak . .its an uphill task/
I rap with clear cut dexterity/ and he drops flared up ignominy . . . /
. . .they wont attract a FAN . .like naijas airport authority/
Im shoving lexicals/that itch his face like a skin scorching eczema/
Ma raps make more points than ellipsis . .its a recurring decimal/
You'll know im ill to the bone/ drop ya rollex . . on my pallace . .and watch the throne/
I never could make for the past tense . .of throw . . I de-throne/
Ya mother knows/ I murder foes/
Im more drugs than the doc prescribed . .overdose/
More higher than the dawgs with roll with . . Im over those/
Just ask him to lay low/ like Joachim Low/ make attempt/ . . . to raise ya head/ I'll take my pen . . ./ and give him several stabs . .till hes laid to rest/
I've been in this game before you . .like letter s/
Grab the advice/ I dont talk twice . . /
Better take ya time . . Or Ill spin ya neck . .anti clockwise/

You neigh up. .spew lame hiccup. .eschew dame buildup/
Moo same mixup. .poo stained hookup/
Jew, I say look up. . I spar rhyme scheme in script. .eschar mime theme encrypt/
Char grime bream shipped. .scar slime team whipped!/
Far outlined seam tripped . .John Connor. .headstrong donor/
Lifelong ardor. . king kong girder/
Mahjong player. .I fire rockets. .retire midgets/
Expire drugheads. .barbwire bandits/
Most admired poet. .the nepaman top poles with ladder. .while I aim higher!/
Judge case in street. .you still won't court my path in arena!!/
Can't handle bar quick. .even if he own Dexter's lab!/
With his stagnant flow. .the verses expired pap/
Glidin' past his peak. .my sole is all he sees!/
Hiphop messiah. .rabbi to these hypocrites and pharisees/
The heat I bring in. . well air-conditioned/
What he auditioned makes no point. .its a scoreless rendition/
Luther line he adopts. . not Lex-ical/
Lean to the throat. .Ill to the bone. .his cases critical/
Ill to the mind. . you could say im detri-mental!/
His start to end wasn't ace . .He knows I could murder him at the finish line/
Before the second ticks. .i'd hit him right on time!/
Leave your granny. .I father y'all. .im far than y'all. .cruisin' on the sixth star!!/
Ignore the bishop rite. .and confirm from your sister!!/
Taio lyric won't Cruz him higher!/
Neither will a co caine-filled court room. .provide the Didier a Drug bar!/
A waste-been in the game. .dumpin' trash!/
Load of red spot on skin. .measle rash!/
I pulled the trigger-powered racket . .missile squash!!/
Handlin' his Blunt pen. .the James can't stab right/
Pre-installed with ROM memory. .the RAM can only read, but can't write!/

dj5naira: You neigh up. .spew lame hiccup. .eschew dame buildup/
Moo same mixup. .poo stained hookup/
Jew, I say look up. . I spar rhyme scheme in script. .eschar mime theme encrypt/
Char grime bream shipped. .scar slime team whipped!/
Far outlined seam tripped . .John Connor. .headstrong donor/
Lifelong ardor. . king kong girder/
Mahjong player. .I fire rockets. .retire midgets/
Expire drugheads. .barbwire bandits/
Most admired poet. .the nepaman top poles with ladder. .while I aim higher!/
Judge case in street. .you still won't court my path in arena!!/
Can't handle bar quick. .even if he own Dexter's lab!/
With his stagnant flow. .the verses expired pap/
Glidin' past his peak. .my sole is all he sees!/
Hiphop messiah. .rabbi to these hypocrites and pharisees/
The heat I bring in. . well air-conditioned/
What he auditioned makes no point. .its a scoreless rendition/
Luther line he adopts. . not Lex-ical/
Lean to the throat. .Ill to the bone. .his cases critical/
Ill to the mind. . you could say im detri-mental!/
His start to end wasn't ace . .He knows I could murder him at the finish line/
Before the second ticks. .i'd hit him right on time!/
Leave your granny. .I father y'all. .im far than y'all. .cruisin' on the sixth star!!/
Ignore the bishop rite. .and confirm from your sister!!/
Taio lyric won't Cruz him higher!/
Neither will a co caine-filled court room. .provide the Didier a Drug bar!/
A waste-been in the game. .dumpin' trash!/
Load of red spot on skin. .measle rash!/
I pulled the trigger-powered racket . .missile squash!!/
Handlin' his Blunt pen. .the James can't stab right/
Pre-installed with ROM memory. .the RAM can only read, but can't write!/

Guy you've been in this ish since last year and nothing about your rap has improved except your rhyme structure. Too bad bro but you never learn . . .
Quick and easy one for you . . .
No pun intended . . but your rap is a minus/
We get applause . .when we spit . .no side talks/
On stage guys wanna mime us/
Cos we who the ladies dig . .you can tell the way they mine us/
We illume . .our rhymes light up/
No judges . .we date fly girls . .high courts/
We spit ill on beats . .producers seek us/
Our punches blind you . .like the third alphabet . .you dont see us/
No twitter usernames . .but we handle pals/
We bust speakes . .no Tambuwals/
We crash ya system . .we mad hackers/
Changing ho's more often than bad farmers/
When we ball . .you know we causing hazards/
We make them puts their hands up . .like they holding placards/

Laced up Adidas boots. .my pair shots, Canon. .I ball Sharp/
Fine-tuned lyrics. .word plays like David harp/
Rupture aneurysm vessels. .the way I bulge rhyme structure!/
Verses you tidied. .far from alps grandeur!/
Said it before. .may be I put it in fore/
He don't bring any terror. .full of mistakes. .a typo error!/
Givin' an easy shot, . .when we'll know hes a goner/
Haven't pulled my trigger yet. .the dude want to take off like forerunner/
The dude knows i'll out muscle him. .he lack steroid/
Ladies cherish the end of the month, . .cuz he's their best period/
Screwin' models. .in every land divisions. .I Cünt-inental/
Got an arm territory like the Bay of bengal!/
I bought the goods. . your chic paid the price/
I redeemer from you. .claimed your prize/
He don't carry delight. .got only match sticks/
Sounds he timed don't bust speakes. .like clock, they tock tick/
On a count to ten. .he better sit up/
Ain't fit for these. . he shouldn't spring up/
Lack answers to what I quiz. .lil lime, oranges. .what he should squeeze/
Slammin' broken record. .sick, spermy flow. .that's all he release/
Can't rhyme. .even the doc knows he's A* quack!/
Two way dimension. .kill me in front, .i'll still be back!/
Allergic to winnin' . .he bank on loss/
This ain't a coin game, but this head, i've toss/

mikuz ur a fool. U kip decieving urself

Wandering madman

I'm back like I was coming from the heavens/
I don't rap ya'll kids rapping from 2011//
My rhymes got me name and now be called a legend/
My flow bad brainwashing ya'll like a detergent//
I know you claim to get some flow like ever/
But I'll disgrace you, eat you like never//
I see your rhymes and never had to worry/
I watch you spit madness and never had to hurry//
Now, I drop lines like Nigeria experiencing earthquake/
I make rhymes fly and be shouting was drake//
He saw my lines and started introducing himself/
The only bad mc better me now is myself//
So you gan watch your ya lines little kid/
Coz I'll Bleep you like no one's ever DID//

Was thrown down to earth. .lucifer. .stop lying you were in heaven/
Said you don't rap, so WTF you doin' on FFR basin!/
With your wack nick. .and unknown rhyme. .your anonymous!/
Oak bark. .make all believe. .but one leafy shot of yours. .and they've noticed a moss!/
You don't have it. .I rep the good, and you stand for the bad and the ugly/
That my flow eva. .cuz its wined and juicy!/
So when this ravenous beast wack your line like never, I don't mean to 'eat you like never'/
In short, beefing me is something you should never!!/
What my verses 'Terry G'. .you can't Lady Gaga!/
My barz pulley rolls. .to push you off your edge of glory!/
Catapillared my movin' luxurious over your broken down lorry/
With more fly verses than your country planes!/
More punchlines than the entire olympic boxing games/
Sharpened pencil barz. .and meter stick. .we know how you rule the street/
As the doctor here. .this patient I treat/
Toss magarine hooks for all I care, it won't make your butter-fly!/
Smear blueband round your tse-tse verse. .it won't be this butterfly!/
So if ''bad mc'' thinks hes a pro noun, i'll shut his thought by myself!/
Gauging my flow life as everlasting. .he knows this himself/
Colossus trunk all over. .you faggôt can't bleep me on/
Your Alicia chorus won't Key in. . they be read by No one!/

dj5naira: Was thrown down to earth. .lucifer. .stop lying you were in heaven/
Said you don't rap, so WTF you doin' on FFR basin!/
With your wack nick. .and unknown rhyme. .your anonymous!/
Oak bark. .make all believe. .but one leafy shot of yours. .and they've noticed a moss!/
You don't have it. .I rep the good, and you stand for the bad and the ugly/
That my flow eva. .cuz its wined and juicy!/
So when this ravenous beast wack your line like never, I don't mean to 'eat you like never'/
In short, beefing me is something you should never!!/
What my verses 'Terry G'. .you can't Lady Gaga!/
My barz pulley rolls. .to push you off your edge of glory!/
Catapillared my movin' luxurious over your broken down lorry/
With more fly verses than your country planes!/
More punchlines than the entire olympic boxing games/
Sharpened pencil barz. .and meter stick. .we know how you rule the street/
As the doctor here. .this patient I treat/
Toss magarine hooks for all I care, it won't make your butter-fly!/
Smear blueband round your tse-tse verse. .it won't be this butterfly!/
So if ''bad mc'' thinks hes a pro noun, i'll shut his thought by myself!/
Gauging my flow life as everlasting. .he knows this himself/
Colossus trunk all over. .you faggôt can't bleep me on/
Your Alicia chorus won't Key in. . they be read by No one!/

Just do a build up for the punchline . . .
I blow up/ his base . .to make this foe run/
You might kick bars like Alicia Keys . . ya rhymes would be cheered by No One/
or
I get his home torn/ when I phuck his wife on his foam turf/
Make her infuse my soaked cone/ while he watches the whole fun/
If you've not encountered defeat before . .like Alicia Keys . . Ill make you Know One/

mikuz:
Just do a build up for the punchline . . .
I blow up/ his base . .to make this foe run/
You might kick bars like Alicia Keys . . ya rhymes would be cheered by No One/
or
I get his home torn/ when I phuck his wife on his foam turf/
Make her infuse my soaked cone/ while he watches the whole fun/
If you've not encountered defeat before . .like Alicia Keys . . Ill make you Know One/

or
Hand over a Rolex swatch. .so kid, better take your time/
Daffy duck rhyme makes no movement. .you busy flappin' webbed feets over drake mime/
Brain-damaged his fuse. .can't get to switch on/
Your Alicia keys won't make the FFR list. .but one-liner from me. .and its straight up billboard chart to Nõ 1!/

I please ya miss/ and steal a kiss . . . /
. . . You'll get no one to give you a ride . . .when I leash ya keys/

No one bleed chins like Muhammed punches!/
Even with her lip thorn. .Ali shall kiss/

Lol

Im on the Zenith/ like St Petersbough . . . / . . . you cant beat it/ like a preachers drum/
This guy wont me last fews seconds in a battle . . . and I mean it/
Ya boo is next . . . /
after Im through with Pet/ she keeps sending me with lewd texts/
I might drill her in a lecture hall . . . give her some uni-sex/
I put rebels on the look/ and embezzle the loot/
Make intruders suffer Ist degree burns . . . like I Red Devils in school/
The bitter truth/ is that . . . hes not fly . . . he has a flu/
Observe the jobless lad in San Siro . . . Inter-view/
You on the rear . . . Im on top . . ./ I gat no pair . . . A pod crop/
You scared . . . like the position before fifth . . . you fear to come forth/
I have a minor plan . . / to rob Skye Bank . . . or a micro bank/
Seun knows . . . Ill seal the money in a parachute . . make the Naira Land/
No games like shell cup/ when I flare up . .they bell cops/
One punch will murder you . . . X Box/

Your good never get better. . but im made for the best/
Blessed zest at what I crest as soon as the ink I pressed!/
Gave you cruel full time battery. .I mean 90 mean hit!!/
That you could last a minute means i've just bettered it/
Rolled the barz over your goal line. .see, im well prepared/
Modified your Alicia double that you repaired/
Layin' pets after humans. .see how you pile/
Your not a lover boy mikuz. .you a thorough bred zoophile!/
How can you drill, . .when you virgin is yet to bore hole/
But she feels the current. .where I buried my long pole/
Loot embezzlers better beware this EFCC. . so you don't front your lyric behind bar!/
Leadin' the pack. .y'all get to watch my back/
Somersault your barz with my gymnastic flips. .usin' what they tortoise to crack your shell back!/
Tenses I soar are past fly. .they flew!/
So if you see from rear that I flu. .I might pardon your tele-view/
And your game, to X Box?. .wake up boy. .its only a Dreamcast/
Never had to warri. .knew I won't carry last/
Delta artillery champ. . armed with the big art. .decompose to manure. .architect that minor/
Then, I streetfight my way to be top boss. .label me B. Major!/
Now capped firm on the Castrol rankings. .meanin' we too centered to be Edge off/
Lay in bed with face down. .we comin' to spoon your fu ck up/
You won't see my Meyserside. . Neither will I put ear on your Patio pleas nor Carls berg/
Your titanic will sunk when you meet iceberg!/
Swaying on low key. .still your girl say high/
Lyrical Jason. .lashed your chic midnight. .hooked her daytime/
X every of your playword with a punchline!/
Truth talk, no atom of a single lie, . .look, im winning you on both tie!/
So when the traffic say red stop. .you know I flashed the light/
Brutal merciless blows, . .you won't get to film my lionel act/
Boys scout. .reason? im too focused to waste rhyme/
Your no reach for my seasoned insult, . .that cuz u'z a sugary brine/
Loosened they raps. .so those cats with 9. .its your stitchin' time!/
But one mathematical term. .and I push the red devil back before I satan!/

I murder critics . . . and drill foes/
I use Linux for ventilation . . . no Windows/
I hold it down . . . with my Palms raised/
Aint got an AC . . . please check my Fan base/
I got a pix on my desktop . . without the Main Frame/
You cant run apps on ya computer . . .you fakes lame/
Quit rap . . .ya style is wack/
You could Owe S . . . If you try to buy a Mac/
Display Immaturity . . .and get monitored/ Western Union . . nigga my Money Toured/
I get ya keyboard dissed . . so play piano/
You got Lupe lyrics . .your rap career is a fiasco/
Im more drugs than a Vitamin See . .? Im the ill one/
. . .You not a rapper . .you cant B1/
I drop Havana lines and you spew trash/
Plus my sh:it smoking . .cos I Que bars/