Jumbledwords:
Why settle for a draw when I can checkmate?/
There's more important things in life than that cheque, mate/
Thought I'd learn from the best so I got a template//
Rubbing my palms together, oh man I can't wait//
So I start with e4 because it's very common/
Then I get the sicilian and with all the courage I could summon,/
I, play the najdorf because honestly, //
I don't have time to come up with a novelty//
Predictable next couple of moves, starting to get boring/
The presence of the arbiter is what's keeping me from snoring/
There's that gnawing dissatisfaction, I could win but what's the point?//
Getting trapped in the stereotypical is bound to disappoint//
Scared to venture into the deep cos there's no telling/
People be putting up defenses just like the Berlin/
You sell yourself short even though you're skilled//
Then you keep wondering why you are not fulfilled//

Kazna69:


Chess... check... Hmm... Is you jacking mah chess board brah? Oi, give it 'ere!

Jumbledwords:


LOL, you play?

Kazna69:


Meh casually in high school. Not a boss at memorizing the square moves cos overload, I just know how the pieces move & pick whichever I feel like. But you the man tho right?

Jumbledwords:


That's largely dependent on who I'm playing against LOL

Nubian113:
Following

henzekido:



I'm bleeping back


Who want to battle should diss first, yeah.

rexplouis:
Lets go for a battle yo'

ELYMAXiimus:

It's no doubt that i'm skilled with the pen/

i got a ink heart; zillions of words written in there/

they like weapons concealed in the chest/

if i puff out my chest, millions are dead/

it's like a heart attack, but I ain't the one receiving the threat/

what i script is intense/

i shoot VERBS to leave niggas in the PAST; i'm just speaking IN TENSE/

like: when i script, i KILL with these pens/

i dispense rhythm at your expence . Feelings

rising high like an upstairs building/

I impress heroes, impress villains/

i'm good and bad, decent n mean/

gentle mind with fierce thinking/

i'm with the meds healing. Later, i'm with the teks, killing/

At dawn, people, I sensed living. At dusk, i smell victims/

I punch with aggression/ what caused this obssession?/

my punches kiss niggas to death with love n affection/

i'm dressed in a white coat. What's the profession?/

i put needles through ur jaw like dentist's pain-numbing injections/

killer instincts is the sudden intension/

i could have you dropping in seconds/

it's max cray with the rugged impression/

I made you see bars a little like a short-lived detension/

who am i? ..... Nigga, i'm jackie chan/

real with the stunts .... My lyric's the bomb... currently dropping in pakistan/

"dude too clever"/ they say, when i drop a mad e-bar; I killed that zulu dweller/

i no dey coolu temper/

i show off my raps in places like a fufu seller/

you only make noise in this game like vuvuzela/


max-cray.

henzekido:



Yeah let's do it, 10 bars when are we dropping?

rexplouis:
Ask for a Thread...

darkenedrebel:

are you back? Let's battle

JigsawKillah:
To arrest beef, I best address it, so I wrote this letter

See this as Luca Brasi going to a meeting, with no Berreta

I'll be doing no punchline, no schemes, just keep the flow tight, better

Straight poetry, rich bars, talking to these low live fellas

This talent is for the valiant, the pen is a deadly weapon

Inks bleed every second, diminishes and constructs, Poets steady repping

I represent confidence without consequence, haters barely stepping

A conscious rapper with monstrous chapters, perfected with heavy prepping

Picture painting with words, imagery shatters frames

We see millies, àss and likes, every rapper craves

Well versed in the art of bodying, we lobbying for fatter graves

Brought these metals for concrete metas, beheading niggas, batter, shave

Jigs and Giyazz, name a difference, former king, latter slave

Former scripts too good, undiluted knowledge from Timbuktu, every thing he spits, true true

Ask Nino, he knows, never See Low, I get the green-o, one word for this gangsta; brave

I'm going local, to show you, chicks buy Us Cars, never to Be Iti, I be getting accolades

I tell 'em, I don't hate niggas, that's over lame, Poker game, I break niggas

I went to a studio, and you hear rumblings underground? I earthquake niggas!

I fake smile, stay wild, fûck 8 mile, you gon' get a rabbit in 16

I go on air and sing about How To Rob, now I'm back with the fifty

King of the boys, I keep my distribution of tools clandestine

Gift getting wrapped by lil boys like a secondary school valentine!

Thought I said no punchlines? Sorry, this gun lied

I step in the hood, think a trillion Fetty Waps, everyone hide

So I've been thinking...what if I never got dope even though I write tire

No mixtapes, not even a song...then I woke up like bîtch, I ain't dj5naira!!!

obesemf:
obese is the phantom of the opera