Yall keep it up

His taken things to the next level

How much does a soul cost?

Your are the shoe maker i should ask

Nigga I understand that you don't have a roof over your head

That only cos your 5 naira couldn't afford a carpenter that rare

You put a gun in ma mouth pulled the trigger

Inaccurate as your rhyme you miss the shot your not a gangster

Poor hand written that even shows when you type

You forgot how to spell your own name .... Christ!

I told you to be at ease

But you didn't pay attention bîtch

You don't need to commit suicide cos your a dead case

So undedicated...too lazy to get a hearth attack

You are a fake rapper you should be arrested by NAFDAC

Barack Obama gave me key to the city

Now I am unlocking bars and eating salad

My bars punctual on time

Even my commas is straight as fûck

I would have done hazard on you

But have already broken your balls

Damn! Air became invincible after you polluted it

Now I know why Pluto can't be seen ever since

Even Thor won't hammer on you matter

Cos when am through with you

You think am from Asgard

007Bruce:
Yall keep it up

Ayo god. Drop something

Sneeze....

When the time comes you will crown Me the King

They doubt my batterin' moves in battles., stans, gee...GOSH/
For that kain thing they don't believe this man serious/
while flexin' their "Android games", that question pops in they mind ........can D crush?!!"/

Su-weet is when my womanly blush/ 'fore her fineness go send person enter coma, call those flashy ambulance/
Young-lookin'....yeah! Ashley resemblance/

Reckless sex all 'cos I have the cash in abundance/ to child-bearers im their god n lover/
sleep with ur mum, his mum, that mum, her mum.....as a MODAfucker!/

FFR is a tournament I must win, why should those modo bother/
The idea is - I lead, my team next, followed by subs,... and U behind/
who eyes victory in this competition 'ld get trumped,.....in the end, it'll be......guy, so that was the 'Man U' 'Blind!'/

Fight was scary, the fearful ran through wind/
Name of our formation?? Stab-In-The-Head pattern/
by the time I had left, three hundred people were buried........dead Spartans/

Took nothin' for granted, invited Eritreans, Italians/
shut the whole city down ...'twas the shiiiiiiiii, sefini/
We had the “biggest party in Nigeria”.........“PDP” ko, phi de phi ni/

Na today you go see D free/ I go live you agitated die/
You told us you're runnin' a CLOTHIN' line which turned out to be a FABRIC-ated lie/

That was how I viewed one with a lubricated thigh/ **sippin' Squadron, dry gin**/
What are femcees doin' in a man's world, they cannot be trusted. . ...,Yes! Those virgins' got iron hymen/

*ahem*
Yea
It's Kazna, realest nigguh out here/
Attitude is IDGAF, cos nigguh I 'ont care/
The Culprit, usual suspect, the most wanted/
Running rap in circles, fast, chased by the ghosts from my past, Yea I'm the most haunted/
I'm the bad guy, evil villain, notorious/
Rhymes straight from the God cos mah flow glorious/
I'm so cold, just putting so-called rappers on ice/
freestyle chopping niggas, cos I got em on slice/
Running 2 threads round these bítch rap boys/
Simultaneously, I turn em into gift wrapped toys/
I ain't never the loudest in the room/
But as soon as I hear a noise, the loudest gets swept with a broom/
Clapped with a boom/
I don't need no Duke Nukem guns but I can sure put an end to ya, DOOM /
I, Enter, execute program, hit the Escape key, Exit & vroom/
Shutdown nairaland, walking out an explosion full of fumes/
Kush clouds got a hue that's purple/
Intellectual ganja, I said it before, I'm nairaland's own rap Urkel/
Nigguh my rap can hurt you/
I Scope your girl's ąss cos I like to flirt too/
If it ain't phat enough then I'm might pass/
If it's too phat then it's prolly filled with gas/
No lie I'm a nasty nigguh/
Killer of ghostwriters, I'm ghastly nigguh/
I'm so cold, mah flow pneumonic/
Angels in my ear but what I hear is so demonic/
Leaving rappers hung on the thread like they committed a crime/
Cos I been killing it with villainous rhymes/
Caught DJ5 jacking cos he ain't got that "ooh shít they feelin' us" lines/
Is all good, ain't no stealing what's mine/
Just true feelings this time/

I spit from the heart, darts in the dark/
I get mah flame on, my human torch sparks leave em with scorch marks/
my pyrotechnic technique shake & bake rappers/
till they burn to ashes in a urn cos they fake rappers/

(blows out flame)
(dusts soot off suit)

Yo phatman,



i'm known worldwide. I go beyond national

I got d0pe write-ups, but you got stupid bars in your arsenal

'cause like 22/7, your bars are irrational



i got the best punch too, 'cause my set-up's cool

but you, your set-ups don't add up . . . like X + 2

so, let's talk, fool:

what's with the lame punches n pep talk?/

but chill, don't get mad, pumping ur chest up/

I'm a Geologist; it's normal I find FAULTS in ur set-ups/



dissing me? What's his obligation?

to defeat me, he gon need his whole congregation

he best quit the stunts like boring asians

or i'mma drop phat anyhow like i'm having constipation


I got hard bars; yours are light like constellations/

so, quit the rugged claiming/

before I PUT YOU IN THE GROUND when this rocket blazing/

we'll all be 'LOOKING DOWN ON YOU' like condemnation/


this fagg0t runs his mouth.

But we don't give a sh1t what he talks about

i'll grip the fuel and match like, ''where's this f*cking lout?"

then i'll be burning PHAT like I started working out


I'LL drag him from Accra and kill him in Lagos/

his death statement? Chaleh's already filling the papers/

I'll put him deep in the acres/

I'll bring Phat to an end without sealing ma anus/



he brought rounds of disses/ but he should go wash mouth completely/

before talking to me, even his body odour. . . Could drop pounds of species/

it's certain this nigga reeks like hell. . . . Cause PHAT comes out of feaces/


versatile; I use all the niche.

this nigga wanna be me, but gets screwed on his wish.

nigga, you couldn't be cray if you was a fish


i'm really strategic.

This dude got no choice but to keep kneeling and beg me

I put him in a "tight spot" like swimming athletics

but if he thinks he's aggressive

I'll PART HIM IN HIS shoulder like i'm feeling pathetic


I came, saw and I will cruise home fit/

but you're used to "defeat" like the judo freaks/

this Nine will spew those clips/

i'll put a round around this obese like the sumo ring/


haanh!!!

Pour water on my fire only makes it burn brighter/That how i fûcked your bîtch Rita

I know it got you drinking and smoking cigar/I kill you drag you to hell I put air conditional

Cos am nice ask what I did to ya niece /After all you the one claiming emcee

If you knew me before you'd know I explode with c4/I own your life so you better return

The sky will be your starting point after I kick ya ass from ma private Jet/Cos you keep dropping soakaway rhymes that outta dept

Claiming Spider Man I bring you to Africa and see how you will swing/Say the truth all niggas do is rick

I would have wipe ya existence buh I don't use fake pencil with erasers

I know Zaki now carries candle due to the economy

So am about to synchronize this bullet to ya head to create a balcony

Thugs having high blood pressure since I gave em I tip of my fist

Buh that's nothing I use only apple cos my foot mat is even HP

Stole a nigga bîtch/who need to join 666 When you got that figure 8

Buh so confuse you had to add one to it making 9/your 69 with a rhyme that get the deaf blind

More grease on my elbow here lemme rub it on your jawbone

You oxygen waster i would love to see you hang from the ceiling/ buh No roof over ya head that still appealing

Don't blame your incompetent with ya cheap trick/You be like this hoes aren't loyal that cos you too broke to afford peak milk

GRIMMJOE:

The sky will be your starting point after I kick ya ass from ma private Jet/

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GRIMMJOE:

You oxygen waster i would love to see you hang from the ceiling/ buh No roof over ya head that still appealing

Wise.

Haha! Obesemf, where you at?

Been gone for a while, and none of ya all still upped ya game/...lazy rappers droping wack bars, hoping FFR would give em fame../...saying stuffs about how they get gladiators slained.../..Smh, niggar you a joker!
Cos even if NL constitutes just CATTLE REARERS, we still never 'Heard' your name/!

I am renowned on this ground and its time i set the ranks straight../...dj5naira be a poocie, who for so long tryna get in my space../..but somebody tell DJ to stop 'slipping' on me, else i'll send shots that will get Naira 'falling' like 9jas econonic state!/

if he further talks tough, i strangle the urchin/ with thesame pillow case his mum uses to phuck me../...or maybe hearing this just made him wanna poison his coffea/...either ways, he still ends up in anguish/!

I Hate Ya'all!

dj5naira:


Wise.

Thanks mate

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You always find me here bringin' the ether flow/ . the readers know/
Eager to kill, eager to scribe, I should be surnamed after the Watford striker.....'Eager Low!'/

66Kazna99:
How does one apply please? I have a friend who's looking for a job.

u deny ure the one jobless, you're Peter, so?/ how much pay will what u pop sell son??/
You're already workin' cos that lie was perfect........a 'job well done!'/

Every work from this mob smells don/ startin' from that 'packard' personals/
Sure trust me to be word-playin' today..........Barca, Arsenal/

More bleep tales.... busy thwackin' Martha's cervical/ jammin' D'banj singles as she's enjoyin' the cereal this loco dropped/
lickin' my long thing till my Coco pops/

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That's Dklef uall, ..his skin, the color of dodo burnt, ...oh no, phock/
Snappin' himself alone is him sayin'... “hi girls, i'm still a single dickhead!!”/
Face too coarsed.... opens mouth to say letter "A", his chin squeezes,,. a little eye movement n its a wrinkled forehead/

You don't even know how u look., my yabs has riddled your head/
swag ratings NIL! Oooooh/ you button up completely? For 9ja?? U no smart,...I no need drop killer punches again because....,............ na heat go kill you/

Lest I forget, that ill Jew/ Jreyez thumbs up on ur P47 "mixtape", I didn't say "tracks belongin' to mikuz",,.........nothin' appeared short and horrid/
This Navas pun uall see is to show .....,,,my state of art.......is solid/

The last stand with my ex, mehn! . the flirt was olive/ slidin' up to my 'anvil', she sits/
Rockin' back and forth as 'D moans?',... clean ur ear, those be the voices of evil spirits/

Who's that @ dj

Dj5naira wake up! You talking gibbrish.../...We all know dklef shakes bars with tightened fists.../...So Ya shouldnt talk with the side of ya teeth.../...cos Your words only makes you a dreamer, like somniloquists!/

You're just a babbling little yapper.../...Flow for rank is tired of ya five-finger banter..../...previous page had people cursing out on the wackie.../...but since DJ didnt listen to Paulthor , i"ll hit him with his hammer!/

Everyone knows he a tyro below spar.../
And his blood aint worth staining my sword cos i am a regicide.../
..Even 5naira is worthless to this new generation,/
So in Zoology, he should be the tail while i 'be head' Like decapitation!/

A lil glance at his dp makes us wanna puke.../...how you took this personal, is what am still tryna deduce.../...And who asked your input on how good i look?../... b1tch! ..if i wanted your opinion, i will beat it out of you!/

Acting like a dìck wont make yours any bigger.
Text wise, i wear you out like climbing up a pillar.
You cant be the shìt, you a mess.
I got the game locked, the keys; shoved up my chest!

I'm Back On Yo screens, Biitches... Its PAYNE Y'al... Nd ah say Ffuck these other Niches... Non Better Wif the Thread, Da onLy Vet Slash TailOr... Even in his Absence, he' z still ruling the Land Like Mayors...
Ffuck a contest, I Ex these Niggurs when ah feel Like... No time for courtesies...Ah only shake hands when I'm innah fist Fight... Ah feel right wen I'm inside... Nd this joints got me feeling in deep skies...

I'm Back wif a Cobra FLow....buh a different spit Same ass wif a gaping hole, Buh a different shit... So tell dat Nigg, iffah Lost B4, There z No Losing after this... Cos ah brought 5 Extra hands to back up ma martian kicks.....
Ah be dat Nigga B4.... Buh I'm Dis Nigga Now... Nd Ice aint duh prince no more...cos duh king'z got another child... I'm Duh king, I'm Duh Prince nd I'm Heir...so Ffuck Duh gods I'm one of a kind, I'm duh 3 in 1 Like Chase Deer nd Lux... Talk is Cheap, buh in this market, I'm sorry..your words are not enough... I'm not Like these kpomo niggurs that be feeling like dey tough nd rough... Cos while ah talk,nd call dia bluff... Ah drop dem shots nd sons take off...
ReaLest Nigga aLive....yo Ah don't care if yo duh deepest river, Boy I'll dive yo Show ya how its don inn ma Hive yo... Plus when ah sting, duh gee is sure to die yo... Badtmanship is when ah make a sister Lie yo... She say ma dicck is thick enough to die for... Ah Ffuck duh bIItch, ma dicck confused duh bitcch.. First She thinks I'm rich.. Then she thinks I'm victor Uwaifo... Ffucking Shiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!

Its Uncle P

I'm Back On Yo screens, Biitches.../

Its PAYNE Y'al... Nd ah say Ffuck these other Niches.../

Non Better Wif the Thread, Da onLy Vet Slash TailOr...
/

Even in his Absence, he' z still ruling the Land Like Mayors.../


Ffuck a contest, I Ex these Niggurs when ah feel Like...
/

No time for courtesies...Ah only shake hands when I'm innah fist Fight.../

Ah feel right wen I'm inside.../

Nd this joints got me feeling in deep skies.../



I'm Back wif a Cobra FLow....buh a different spit.../

Same ass wif a gaping hole, Buh a different shit.../

So tell dat Nigg, iffah Lost B4, There z No Losing after this...
/

Cos ah brought 5 Extra hands to back up ma martian kicks...../


Ah be dat Nigga B4.... Buh I'm Dis Nigga Now.../

Nd Ice aint duh prince no more...cos duh king'z got another child.../

I'm Duh king, I'm Duh Prince nd I'm Heir...so Ffuck Duh gods../

I'm one of a kind, I'm duh 3 in 1 Like Chase Deer nd Lux... /

Talk is Cheap, buh in this market, I'm sorry..your words are not enough.../

I'm not Like these kpomo niggurs that be feeling like dey tough nd rough.../

Cos while ah talk,nd call dia bluff.../

Ah drop dem shots nd sons take off.../



ReaLest Nigga aLive....yo.../

Ah don't care if yo duh deepest river, Boy I'll dive yo
Show ya how its don inn ma Hive yo.../

Plus when ah sting, duh gee is sure to die yo.../

Badtmanship is when ah make a sister Lie yo.../

She say ma dicck is thick enough to die for.../

Ah Ffuck duh bIItch, ma dicck confused duh bitcch..
First She thinks I'm rich.. Then she thinks I'm victor Uwaifo.../




Ffucking Shiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!








Its Uncle P

I'm Back On Yo screens, Biitches... Its PAYNE Y'al... Nd ah say Ffuck these other Niches... Non Better Wif the Thread, Da onLy Vet Slash TailOr... Even in his Absence, he' z still ruling the Land Like Mayors...
Ffuck a contest, I Ex these Niggurs when ah feel Like... No time for courtesies...Ah only shake hands when I'm innah fist Fight... Ah feel right wen I'm inside... Nd this joints got me feeling in deep skies...

I'm Back wif a Cobra FLow....buh a different spit Same ass wif a gaping hole, Buh a different shit... So tell dat Nigg, iffah Lost B4, There z No Losing after this... Cos ah brought 5 Extra hands to back up ma martian kicks.....
Ah be dat Nigga B4.... Buh I'm Dis Nigga Now... Nd Ice aint duh prince no more...cos duh king'z got another child... I'm Duh king, I'm Duh Prince nd I'm Heir...so Ffuck Duh gods I'm one of a kind, I'm duh 3 in 1 Like Chase Deer nd Lux... Talk is Cheap, buh in this market, I'm sorry..your words are not enough... I'm not Like these kpomo niggurs that be feeling like dey tough nd rough... Cos while ah talk,nd call dia bluff... Ah drop dem shots nd sons take off...
ReaLest Nigga aLive....yo Ah don't care if yo duh deepest river, Boy I'll dive yo Show ya how its don inn ma Hive yo... Plus when ah sting, duh gee is sure to die yo... Badtmanship is when ah make a sister Lie yo... She say ma dicck is thick enough to die for... Ah Ffuck duh bIItch, ma dicck confused duh bitcch.. First She thinks I'm rich.. Then she thinks I'm victor Uwaifo... Ffucking Shiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!

Its Uncle P

huh?

buhaha I Don die

anyway for coming back you deserve 1 like

I dont like yur girl.
Dont you tell me about your ho

shvt yur mouth you bittch .we dont care if she got four holes.

Buh all we wanna know
is if you got the bible .make boys gather blow

heavy-weighed flows.
Strictly for the stoned

jane got skillz ..buh this bvtch gon' be owned

dont ask me what it feelz like ..iono

these kids claiminq nigguhz .am just laffinq my ass out

how much am earning per week ..am nuh countinq,like abstract

you fvck it up ,we fvck you up
am a goon,gangsta

never settle for less
buh we can settle the score

when you settle your debt.
Am second to none

battlinq yourself.
You nigguhz shuld settle some thoughts

you thirst for inner peace.
You were misled here

distress, Help!

All i get in your verses

the end's near

the rest? clear

you look frail.
Weak,helpless

am heaven sent

Angel Lhood,here to give you light..no fluorescent

at yur own detriment

Really dj5naira?

Aite,
You Mention my name on a track when you rap/
To bring attention & fame but I bring the flame with a smack & a slap/
I said it before you're a Style jacker/
You Get hit with the fifth, my fist shapeshifts into a fire cracker/
I'm done playing games wichu lames/
Cos saying names just ain't the same,
Y'all rhymes average, mine insane,
My mind insane I could aim my thoughts to burn enemies with flames/
Pyrokinesis,/
and pyrotechnics, mah pyro techniques can cause spontaneous human combustion till you ripped to pieces/
I incinerate/
Feed of the hate & heat energy when I invigorate/
Heat waves, I send it straight/
To your dome in your home, through iPhones with 5 stones/
Nobody here can test my mettle/
If you try, you could die like Goliath getting X'd with pebbles/
Wack ąss rapping DJs get scratched off/
I break every vinyl till it's final
When I find you after a trash talk,
Think you hard boiled? Nah you hatched soft/
5 bucks to get you murked/
All it's gon take is 5 slugs from 5 thugs while I give 5 fúcks to make your bítch squirt cos she getting worked/
Word, I don't like stalkers/
Follow this, I chase ghosts in the dead of night screaming with a Medusa head in my sleep when I creep & shut the traps, cos I don't like talkers/
5 naira is all you're worth/
It's your death when Alhaji makes it rain cos you fall to the Earth/
I restart your weak heart/
Defibrillate, & then disintegrate you to three parts/
Don't body yourself/
You might lay & put the nail in your own coffin with nobody else/

FOH!

66Kazna99:
Really dj5naira?

flame fire cracker
thoughts to burn enemies with flames/
Pyrokinesis,/
and pyrotechnics, mah pyro techniques can cause spontaneous human combustion
FOH!

Amaterasu too much Naruto

66Kazna99:
Really dj5naira?

Aite,
You Mention my name on a track when you rap/
To bring attention & fame but I bring the flame with a smack & a slap/
I said it before you're a Style jacker/
You Get hit with the fifth, my fist shapeshifts into a fire cracker/

Wicked.

una won finish ma data with all this unnecessary pictures
Dj5naria you started this

This cool, calm and collected/ 'll have the fool slammed n molested/
Skimmed thru D verse, discovered somethin', ... ... ..no rhymes in the tools' Psalm connected/

He's feelin' bloo, down, dejected/ his personals weak, he's shootin' fewer flames/
The pics I uploaded shows his brown incisors., or can't uall notice his tooth 'decay?'... Clue??... ...first two letter of his username/

Im hittin' the target,. that's real shooters game/
THIS one go lead to ur mama fiasco/ cut off your two arms and ”drum your head repeatedly with em”... ...,“Papa Ajasco!!”/

Those guys ate u soft,... wet wafer & NASCO/ you learnt very fast, . admirably miraculous/
Taught you what gay means, turned u around & showed u practical ANAL-ysis/

So far, i've been the tactical pacifist/ he's been the defeated arsonist/
U'all just seen D and his Clef melt away in this heated “argument!!”/

I'm swingin' sword n the twit is arguing/ Dklefs' been buried, Kazna is the next to die/
Divide 66K into 2, 33 here, 33 there, surest thing na to flex with guys/

Next couple of shots to leave the single vexed n shy/
The moniker he treasures is so absurd/ “66Kazna99" isn't fit for a rap name, it suit better as a password/

Rose from a beggar into amateur/ 'fore now used to be a gateman in that company called Bull Tractor/
FFR is not for "migrants" like him, .. .,he's here cos here got that "pull factor!!"/

U not unique, fool 'pack well!'/ I understand ur silly youngster antic/
You bust lengthy fillers with rhymes in b'tween.. ....filibuster tactics/

While all the gee re-adjusts are tactless/ all my released fire get through dur vest/
My 'toy' has been birth-named 'supergun' seein' the way bullets fly into your chest/

Can't outdo this hest/ i'm too strong for him to put down, he'll strive n struggle/
He's a weaklin', im a “powerful figure”, the ONLY “5 with muscles!!”/

While I thrive, he fumbles/ he's not enlightened, ...the perspective of the ogler looks dim/
so this closer should serve as an eye-opener to him/