Testerfuze:

I like this guy

LUGER:


My Gats spray and 'bleed on Opens" caused by persian blades

Dragged across clay...From Cut to cuts(courts),pigs and Nadal want ya slained

Emaprince:
Nice story telling.

If you really got the enthusiasm to write bars....you can grow from here. With time, you start spitting multies and lacing them with good double-meaning lines - creativity actually.

Its fun to do. The hunger is no longer there for oldmen like us.

Cheers!

DeadPresidents:
A Day in the Life of Kay.

The other day I just dropped from the drop/ and it was SARS officers licking lips and sizing me up/
They said "Look, Oga, why are you taking a drop? Let me check your phone quick!"/ Told my Driver to stop!!/
I really had a mind to make a retort but I decided to chill & watch—these fools could make a report/
So they jumped in the drop and were quick to get in comfort/
Said "we're going to search your place, storm your crib & raid your doormot"/ Fam I was starving, thing on my mind. . . was Ogbono soup in my pot!!/

Now we en-route/ they even had to open the boot/
No Biggy, but for a truth they were out for the loot!!/ On my phone, saw dude in a tinted up suit/
Them niggas mad/ asking me for information/ only reason? Because the suited dude was Caucasian!!/
Claiming I committed abominations that be hurting the nation but I was just a nigga on a way to his destination/

Truth be told for these cops. . .I got no revelations/
I wasn't a crook hiding from the law for tax evasion/
So we got to the location/ They said, "First it's your house & then you'll see the station"/
Got to be calm/ No time to fidget no pacin'/ Word to God, son, damn sure my heart was racing/

Then my door handles they were quick to start tracing/ till it was my laptop encasing they pried open to put a face in/ Had me unlock it/ because it had facial rec' auth encryption/
Against my decisions them boiz started reading descriptions with no remorse, no need for privacy invasion permissions/ You'd think they were diehard fans. . .with how long they had my mixtape on listen!!/

They searched long and hard & saw nothing incriminating/ looked in their faces. . . damn, them niggs hating like Satan!/ They stood to leave but then seemed to awaken/ Said "Oga we can't come all this way for nothing, so give us a sizeable something, we ain't here for frontin' or this rifle will start pumpin'/

Luckily for me facts is I always kept a stash/ liquid in cash/ so to make a trans' don't need to dash/ within a flash I took some paper out of the bag/ Knew what they wanted—it was all about bread right from the start/ The guap' the only way to forestall lethal attack/ you don't want to have a bullet wound exiting your back/ cos these fägs stay strapped. . .queer niggas caught in the act!!/

DeadPresidents:
A Day in the Life of Kay.

The other day I just dropped from the drop/ and it was SARS officers licking lips and sizing me up/
They said "Look, Oga, why are you taking a drop? Let me check your phone quick!"/ Told my Driver to stop!!/
I really had a mind to make a retort but I decided to chill & watch—these fools could make a report/
So they jumped in the drop and were quick to get in comfort/
Said "we're going to search your place, storm your crib & raid your doormot"/ Fam I was starving, thing on my mind. . . was Ogbono soup in my pot!!/

Now we en-route/ they even had to open the boot/
No Biggy, but for a truth they were out for the loot!!/ On my phone, saw dude in a tinted up suit/
Them niggas mad/ asking me for information/ only reason? Because the suited dude was Caucasian!!/
Claiming I committed abominations that be hurting the nation but I was just a nigga on a way to his destination/

Truth be told for these cops. . .I got no revelations/
I wasn't a crook hiding from the law for tax evasion/
So we got to the location/ They said, "First it's your house & then you'll see the station"/
Got to be calm/ No time to fidget no pacin'/ Word to God, son, damn sure my heart was racing/

Then my door handles they were quick to start tracing/ till it was my laptop encasing they pried open to put a face in/ Had me unlock it/ because it had facial rec' auth encryption/
Against my decisions them boiz started reading descriptions with no remorse, no need for privacy invasion permissions/ You'd think they were diehard fans. . .with how long they had my mixtape on listen!!/

JigsawKillah:

They lack the intellect to decode, I reload then spit loads
Of pellets, they can't see the picks, shît's looking like freemode

JigsawKillah:

Jigs Lionheart

obesemf:


Just got in the mood to body this lame b!tch


I'm too lazy to reload, I'll just hit him again with the same clips


It's been long since I battled, so this will be a tame diss 


I'm rusty, so I'm here with only hate speech and name flips 


Won't you ever change this?


Five years on, Jigsaw still on his fake deep shit


We moved on to eating good, this boy still dey take biscuits 


I got a desire to murk you, it brought me back here to spray these clips 


I'm a fukking misfit, throwing these fists to crack your young jaw


Better bow to me, never try to wage war on your god


Saw cant cut Obese, it's the wrong tool for the wrong job


Stumbled upon his faux preaching, now I'm force to put sores on saw


We know he's gay, in the midst of men he always claims he's the hardest


The day he comes out the closet I'll be waiting outside with 73 jihadist

 

I pull the strings like a guitarist, I treat gun play like an art


Put the chrome to your chest, let the bullets browse to your heart


I play my part, I'm calm enough to kill you while drinking Pepsi 


Punches leave this nigga dazed all day like narcolepsy 


I'm just here to leave saw shakey, like carpenters with Parkinson's and epilepsy 


So test me, let's see, I stroll through your town with my hood wreckers 


Who are willing to put saw down like disgruntled wood workers 


I'll record a diss song, have it play on radio the whole day


 I pay the DJ five naira 


Your fall off has been sad, while I only got finer


You know it's sad, when your bars don't get a reaction from dj5naira


Going against me, is a set up for a sick loss


Go to sleep my child, you don't want beef with the big boss 


This was easy


I'm a smart kid, I've never had a problem handling jigsaw 

Easy money






k

tangent

obesemf:


Just got in the mood to body this lame b!tch


I'm too lazy to reload, I'll just hit him again with the same clips


It's been long since I battled, so this will be a tame diss 


I'm rusty, so I'm here with only hate speech and name flips 


Won't you ever change this?


Five years on, Jigsaw still on his fake deep shit


We moved on to eating good, this boy still dey take biscuits 


I got a desire to murk you, it brought me back here to spray these clips 


I'm a fukking misfit, throwing these fists to crack your young jaw


Better bow to me, never try to wage war on your god


Saw cant cut Obese, it's the wrong tool for the wrong job


Stumbled upon his faux preaching, now I'm force to put sores on saw


We know he's gay, in the midst of men he always claims he's the hardest


The day he comes out the closet I'll be waiting outside with 73 jihadist

 

I pull the strings like a guitarist, I treat gun play like an art


Put the chrome to your chest, let the bullets browse to your heart


I play my part, I'm calm enough to kill you while drinking Pepsi 


Punches leave this nigga dazed all day like narcolepsy 


I'm just here to leave saw shakey, like carpenters with Parkinson's and epilepsy 


So test me, let's see, I stroll through your town with my hood wreckers 


Who are willing to put saw down like disgruntled wood workers 


I'll record a diss song, have it play on radio the whole day


 I pay the DJ five naira 


Your fall off has been sad, while I only got finer


You know it's sad, when your bars don't get a reaction from dj5naira


Going against me, is a set up for a sick loss


Go to sleep my child, you don't want beef with the big boss 


This was easy


I'm a smart kid, I've never had a problem handling jigsaw 

Easy money






k

obesemf:

k

nastynic:


dope

welcome back

JigsawKillah:




I don't respect you Obese, I think your gun talks, trash
I don't expect you to see, 'Bese is a bleeped up lad
Fat and dumb-dumb, fact! He trying to run, not fast
Gather him and his fam, let them share the chrome, as I puff puff pass

JigsawKillah:




reply


Jigs Lionheart

obesemf:


I bring hell to this fagg0t, my crew comes blazing with mac 10s


Nah, I'm playing, I don't lie about guns like Jig, who has never had them


We bring catapults, aim at his crew, make sure no stone goes past them


If they try to halt my progress, I've got big rocks to blast them


Cos, I'm trying to see the future, while saw is just past tense 

Nigga go to so sleep its past ten, or catch these hands like ong bak

obesemf:



I set a trap for Jig, he fell for the bait


After this, me vs you wont be up for debate


You've got zero discipline, now this right here is your fate


Saw lacks principles at this time, his bars wont garner interest, if he stays wack at this rate


Took my own scheme, made another scheme with it

I bring hell to this fagg0t, my crew comes blazing with mac 10s


Nah, I'm playing, I don't lie about guns like Jig, who has never had them


We bring catapults, aim at his crew, make sure no stone goes past them


If they try to halt my progress, I've got big rocks to blast them


Cos, I'm trying to see the future, while saw is just past tense 

Nigga go to so sleep its past ten, or catch these hands like ong bak


every other post, I see you talking bout gun bars


But the only shots you ever take, is when you're in bars being a drunkard 


Bro, go off NL, make your money you better hustle 


In all your verses, its easy to smell the struggle


I'm brolic with muscle, get your weight up or if you try to tussle


These upper cats lift jigsaw, and make the skies look like a puzzle 

I smack him with my belt buckle, his chances of survival are slim


His waiting room is the hospital, my weight in room.....is the gym

Scare him with a chainsaw, then I chain saw


He ain't sharp enough, I have to change saw


I inflict strange sores, now no one from his family wants to claim saw


I brainstorm, ways to make witnesses forget what they saw when I cracked saw 


Your own shadow betrays you, when I Hack saw with a hacksaw

You low on the totem pole, every one knows I'm higher fam


Hit you in the diaphragm

Make Wadewaltz denounce you when he sees you're a liar, man


These punches, get rid of you and your whole biter clan


Nobody will see saw, after I swing these fire arms

He ain't ready for this onslaught, I pour salt in his raw sores


My victory train moves on, this verse halts yours 


This is all yours, my style sh!ts on anything you've ever brought forth


Had to polish the verse, just to show you the art of war, Saw

I drop a verse, and jigsaw, kicks off da hating 


You're a joke to me, I don't fear to piss off tha stray kid


No one takes him serious, we all know say jigsaw na play thing 


Everyone who lays eyes on you just laughs, we all know see saw na play thing

obesemf:



I set a trap for Jig, he fell for the bait


After this, me vs you wont be up for debate


You've got zero discipline, now this right here is your fate


Saw lacks principles at this time, his bars wont garner interest, if he stays wack at this rate


Took my own scheme, made another scheme with it

I bring hell to this fagg0t, my crew comes blazing with mac 10s


Nah, I'm playing, I don't lie about guns like Jig, who has never had them


We bring catapults, aim at his crew, make sure no stone goes past them


If they try to halt my progress, I've got big rocks to blast them


Cos, I'm trying to see the future, while saw is just past tense 

Nigga go to so sleep its past ten, or catch these hands like ong bak


every other post, I see you talking bout gun bars


But the only shots you ever take, is when you're in bars being a drunkard 


Bro, go off NL, make your money you better hustle 


In all your verses, its easy to smell the struggle


I'm brolic with muscle, get your weight up or if you try to tussle


These upper cats lift jigsaw, and make the skies look like a puzzle 

I smack him with my belt buckle, his chances of survival are slim


His waiting room is the hospital, my weight in room.....is the gym

Scare him with a chainsaw, then I chain saw


He ain't sharp enough, I have to change saw


I inflict strange sores, now no one from his family wants to claim saw


I brainstorm, ways to make witnesses forget what they saw when I cracked saw 


Your own shadow betrays you, when I Hack saw with a hacksaw

You low on the totem pole, every one knows I'm higher fam


Hit you in the diaphragm

Make Wadewaltz denounce you when he sees you're a liar, man


These punches, get rid of you and your whole biter clan


Nobody will see saw, after I swing these fire arms

He ain't ready for this onslaught, I pour salt in his raw sores


My victory train moves on, this verse halts yours 


This is all yours, my style sh!ts on anything you've ever brought forth


Had to polish the verse, just to show you the art of war, Saw

I drop a verse, and jigsaw, kicks off da hating 


You're a joke to me, I don't fear to piss off tha stray kid


No one takes him serious, we all know say jigsaw na play thing 


Everyone who lays eyes on you just laughs, we all know see saw na play thing

Zentence:
Am d best rapper,in da ,whole world...flowz wey i dy gv,no rapper can afford...i drive em crazy ,like say i be ford.....

DeadPresidents:
A Day in the Life of Kay.

The other day I just dropped from the drop/ and it was SARS officers licking lips and sizing me up/
They said "Look, Oga, why are you taking a drop? Let me check your phone quick!"/ Told my Driver to stop!!/
I really had a mind to make a retort but I decided to chill & watch—these fools could make a report/
So they jumped in the drop and were quick to get in comfort/
Said "we're going to search your place, storm your crib & raid your doormot"/ Fam I was starving, thing on my mind. . . was Ogbono soup in my pot!!/

Now we en-route/ they even had to open the boot/
No Biggy, but for a truth they were out for the loot!!/ On my phone, saw dude in a tinted up suit/
Them niggas mad/ asking me for information/ only reason? Because the suited dude was Caucasian!!/
Claiming I committed abominations that be hurting the nation but I was just a nigga on a way to his destination/

Truth be told for these cops. . .I got no revelations/
I wasn't a crook hiding from the law for tax evasion/
So we got to the location/ They said, "First it's your house & then you'll see the station"/
Got to be calm/ No time to fidget no pacin'/ Word to God, son, damn sure my heart was racing/

Then my door handles they were quick to start tracing/ till it was my laptop encasing they pried open to put a face in/ Had me unlock it/ because it had facial rec' auth encryption/
Against my decisions them boiz started reading descriptions with no remorse, no need for privacy invasion permissions/ You'd think they were diehard fans. . .with how long they had my mixtape on listen!!/

They searched long and hard & saw nothing incriminating/ looked in their faces. . . damn, them niggs hating like Satan!/ They stood to leave but then seemed to awaken/ Said "Oga we can't come all this way for nothing, so give us a sizeable something, we ain't here for frontin' or this rifle will start pumpin'/

Luckily for me facts is I always kept a stash/ liquid in cash/ so to make a trans' don't need to dash/ within a flash I took some paper out of the bag/ Knew what they wanted—it was all about bread right from the start/ The guap' the only way to forestall lethal attack/ you don't want to have a bullet wound exiting your back/ cos these fägs stay strapped. . .queer niggas caught in the act!!/

obesemf:


Just got in the mood to body this lame b!tch


I'm too lazy to reload, I'll just hit him again with the same clips


It's been long since I battled, so this will be a tame diss 


I'm rusty, so I'm here with only hate speech and name flips 


Won't you ever change this?


Five years on, Jigsaw still on his fake deep shit


We moved on to eating good, this boy still dey take biscuits 


I got a desire to murk you, it brought me back here to spray these clips 


I'm a fukking misfit, throwing these fists to crack your young jaw


Better bow to me, never try to wage war on your god


Saw cant cut Obese, it's the wrong tool for the wrong job


Stumbled upon his faux preaching, now I'm force to put sores on saw


We know he's gay, in the midst of men he always claims he's the hardest


The day he comes out the closet I'll be waiting outside with 73 jihadist

 

I pull the strings like a guitarist, I treat gun play like an art


Put the chrome to your chest, let the bullets browse to your heart


I play my part, I'm calm enough to kill you while drinking Pepsi 


Punches leave this nigga dazed all day like narcolepsy 


I'm just here to leave saw shakey, like carpenters with Parkinson's and epilepsy 


So test me, let's see, I stroll through your town with my hood wreckers 


Who are willing to put saw down like disgruntled wood workers 


I'll record a diss song, have it play on radio the whole day


 I pay the DJ five naira 


Your fall off has been sad, while I only got finer


You know it's sad, when your bars don't get a reaction from dj5naira


Going against me, is a set up for a sick loss


Go to sleep my child, you don't want beef with the big boss 


This was easy


I'm a smart kid, I've never had a problem handling jigsaw 

Easy money






k

mikuz:


This is awesome