theakuko:



Saw what you did there
How you ripped him to shreds
But chai bros I must confess
Cos you no get conscience
(I mean no disrespect)

You know like MI's beef with Vector
You for take am like your son
And showed him what he did wrong
Without use of insults

Like that reference to his sister;
(How are you even sure he has a sister?)
Totally way out of line
You can do better
Build a brother
Just don't tear him down

absoul:
This is dedicated to the most dedicated
not the most elevated, definitely underrated
I lay no claims to be the best who ever did it
just wanna say, "mama I made it!"

I can't even sleep at night
it feels I ain't thinking right
cos I feel drawn to conquer fears of stage fright

for all the notepads, I wrote a thousand lyrics
I was just catching fun....wasn't tryna mimic

But when I pick up a pen, it's a rush like nescafe
my secret door to an escape,

from grim realities

and so I write down my own realities
and merge it like a multiverse
but it seems I can't even spit a multis verse?


this ain't conscious rap
this subconscious rap
I converse with your inner man,
matter o fact
I see your fears and your dreams
how you cut your coat to your size...
embroidery on the seams...

I'm dedicated cos I do this for me
this time around
so down to earth, i remain underground
what goes around comes around
I been learning the curve,

don't Bleep with my circle when I'm finding pie
I'm eating a piece of the American pie
here in Africa

quantum physics I since understood
But i've been misunderstood
Dissed in the hood

In Cuba, I was a good junior till they shot my Boyz in d hood

Then I became a maestro
swimming in a bay of pigs like Fidel Castro
Wrestle with sharks, I give the best strokes
the Bohemian is here....what up folks

no smoke screen, I don't tell the best jokes
just be real..let your yes be yes, your no be no
there's no maybes
I suck on titties...but that don't make me no baby
Dunning Kruger...maybe I got a little
Not high handed, definitely high minded

The Days of Hiii power are here again
I was high then...nothing changed, I'm still the same
three fingers up hope you know the drill again
I'm a drill sergeant...sleeper agent 'bout to blow again

are y'all sleeping on a security threat?
for real....
Last supper and you want a 3 course meal
for real...
my first date with destiny and it's going so well, after coffee ama try to cop a feel
for real
fück the police...who gives a fvck how a cop would feel..
sirens everywhere
sexy sirens for real

they getting closer

Buh I remain dedicated...
now ma dreams are getting closer
Welcome to my party...I got y'all a dossier
breathe in my aura...it's a hell of a dose ya?
everyone says life ain't a bed of rose ya...
but it's not a bed of thorns...so keep your circle closer

I hit the snooze by 4:20
go 0-100 like I got 5 twenties
It's kinda icy the degree's in twenties
F town, shout-out to si and di-twenti

went to bed early, almost woke up in a body bag
mercenaries brought a wire to make a brother gag..
but for my spider senses
no pretenses
They learn the lesson, my Smith and Wesson, make blood flow
Like bitches on menses

I'm a dangerous man, like Frank castle
life's a beach
in the sands I built my castles
but them niggas came to stamp
like mail parcels

so here I am building castles in the clouds
foundation so deep I probably end up in Mars
next to souloho
catch him drifting from Andromeda,
get his blessings and shower rocks on y'all like meteors

from a bird view, it's an airstrike
I zoom in like a camcoder
Pulling triggers with a click shutter
Better catch the next flight
cos you might stutter

Tune into my frequency... I'm radioactive
fantastic, mactastic, a thugnificent
rest in peace Robert Freeman
This ice weigh me down, I wanna be a Freeman
After I beat the case, my bio reads Free man
as I smile for the gram
but that's it, no freebies here's a hundred Grand
just for the sake of it
The odour of realness I stink of it
fountain of life, I had a drink of it

so stare into my eyes,
get a dose of the essence
you lost in the vastness, do you get the essence?
it's kinda odd
when I even the odd, cos even the odds
are against me
My critics forever sceptic but I'm the best bet
no shit...this tank ain't a septic
Strobe light to epileptics
You could say I'm bringing delight


my gun of choice is an mp5
My auxiliary plugged to my mp5
Lana del Rey in my ears as I burst in five
gamma Ray's...I'm bout to burst inside


headshots, knocking heads together
with concepts that break walls
and build bridges
we could trust each other
it's a freestyle we could bless each other
the sky is big enough, so we could fly together
so puff puff pass,
keep the circle tight like hymen
cos we high men,
when they say goodbye we say hi men,
what's up girl, don't be shy to say hi men
cos we changing the rules, it's inversely proportionate
proportionate... you could proportion this...

divide it for the street for every one
this is wisdom for everyone
The Lagos Hustle.. street 101

PunFuMonQ:
Wu wunna spar

PunFuMonQ:
Wu wunna spar

absoul:




Was relaxing in a spa
You came asking for a spar
Your name should be Charles
Cos you get the Dicken from Afar
No homo nigga pause

We eat porks, animal farm
And I mean no minimal harm
When I lift forks and pierce your gut
With BuckyBarnes mechanical arms
No respite for the dead
Forklift your corpse nigga damn
My pitchfork shock waves like I outsource kainji dam

Plus I just smoked an L like a cool Joe
Hand you double L’s like a cool Joe
Side bar to Mr Wendell, ducking ain’t cool, joe


Mr Monk here’s an autograph
Thanks to covid I got time and a half
I feel your pulse waving at me like a flunked polygraph
This here’s a lil prologue
I got enough words in my vocab
To fill your fucking epitaph
But in the mean time ma nigga
Corona dey
So go baff!!

PunFuMonQ:




Woah. Been a while.

Absoul??! FOH impostor!


I smoke jay, rock, I’m with the scope n it stay cöck
Hey watch! Red beam hit ya dome absoul, now that’s “A.K Dot”.
Don’t move dumbfvck or I’ll spray shots,
it’s automatic, it go brrrr ‘fore you say stop
I pull it out from underneath my Raf Simons when I hop out the big body Maybach
I come from way back, you are from this generation of gay rap
I don’t play frat, but the tre packed, we could display, scrap
No? So fucking get lost pussy! You no better than a stray cat
I raise the steaks like I am a waiter with the order for a burger in a cafeteria
I abhor your material, you couldn’t go viral if you fvcked a whöre raw, you’d catch a bacteria
Your sis is a virgin and ho, she pretend to you but she squirting at home
I got videos of her slurping my bone after I posted my shades by Virgil Abloh
Nobody dig this asshole looks, you got spirit and heart and had soul too
But you fugazi, I even drip n smoke more sticky than the real Absoul do
You can’t eat cake and have it but you can eat the biscuit
Bullets ain’t regard your sign, they turn absoul to an absolute statistic


MonQ.

Dollywood:
If you're rapper that can text battle or audio battle, Please quote me with your WhatsApp number, I have a group where we can all Rap battle and have fun.

Dollywood:
If you're rapper that can text battle or audio battle, Please quote me with your WhatsApp number, I have a group where we can all Rap battle and have fun.

absoul:


Is this a strike?
Nigga You a false Eto’o
Since you got sodomised I know you been hearing walls echo
How you screamed, “Soul please” in your falsetto
Now you listening to soulstice and into Art Deco
But you said it your self, you a Monk.
You’ll never have the balls....let go

Haha

I can tell this nigga shook
Talmbout an Ak
I beat you to death with a book
This punk tried to kick knowledge
MMA training college
Now you facing Sensei Soul??
A Death Star to your appendage


You should have never drawn the gun
When you a halfway crook
Cos when I walked up to the nozzle, i seen your knees be shook
Brah! You can’t survive in Hell’s Kitchen cause you halfway cooked
You can’t be counted on, men no wonder you underbooked

So you been forming Raw
But right now, your own don done
I’m the African Giant, you my throwback
Don gorgon
I’ll smoke you out with two puffs, you this white London
You building punches like a Mason
But it’s quite undone
When I drop a nuke on your dark hide, get you lightened up

You ain’t no prodigy, AMA mob you deeply
Maybe my protege. I make it rain as I son you weekly.

(Pause)

Emaprince:
MonQ, mad flows. Nice rhymes

shreder:
Vermaniace I script poor but you script in penury

Rap psycho,am the doctor treatin the madness in your family

Run along,school boys,the schoolbus just passed

Dont sneak your goat-smellin mouth in when I am spittin my bars

Nicheey is trash,psp observe

When I drop bars I cause fracas

Nicheeys written lines is as good as my freestyle

Vermaniace trashtalkin,straight to the laundry

Dondada is the ruler no jerry-manderin

Some rappers cant stand me so they do tag team

Its just me and the better of you so I make the tap-in

My bullet hit your heart,through your back and leave a markin

I was about sitting back but now am attacking

Wadewaltz:
Justtalents,dont waste ur tym,pipo lyk Deckline,adeife19,Senhorsean,PunfuMonQ,Shreder,Nastynic,nicheey and even old fool Vermaniace cant rap.Dey only enjoy d solace of deir keyboard

Djex614:
Yo!
Everyone on here be claiming that they've got bars
Why not quit rapping and try welding so you could make real bars
Rather than stepping to the mic and spitting trash

Look my flows so bloody.. I guess I go need pad
My bars so tight Like a virgin on her first night
My skills are unmatched.. I'm placed on top of the shelf
I'm so good I had to put mirrors as my ceiling so I could look up to myself!


So you still wanna battle? Hit me up

PunFuMonQ:



Dude your flow is trash, you jumble up vocabs n be like “I’d go with that”
Yo relax, before you get a slit and a rib stab, I rip ab and let the soul detach
As a gift to sovereign nature, Holy Crap!
Rip Ab and let the Soul detach? See how I split his nomenclature!!
That’s 180 degrees by curvature, drive by in a corvette, 360 horsepower

MonQ

Wadewaltz:

Justtalents,dont waste ur tym,pipo lyk Deckline,adeife19,Senhorsean,PunfuMonQ,Shreder,Nastynic,nicheey and even old fool Vermaniace cant rap.Dey only enjoy d solace of deir keyboard

PunFuMonQ:


Fools seek attention from the MonQ, I see this nigga hustle
He watching movies of a villain who can’t beat the ninja turtles
I’m alienated from mortals, but my splitting image human
Quit watching anime, no chance of turning teenage mutant
Young misses at the hotel, you at a brothel after spinsters
You a hoodrat with no cheese, you can call me master splinter
Nigga joined I wanna-gonna fellows, smello tell yo momma hello
I leave you with a purple eye n shells on your back like Donatello
The only thing you ever shredded is a sheet of paper
You write raps down, tear it up or you squeeze it later. . .

Master.

PunFuMonQ:









I see niggas talking dirty bout my resume
like I ain’t get it out the mud, go dig it up, exhume em
First it was shreder then vermanaice. Ha! they was both jinxed, no strings, I flossed maybe
Boss baby, in kindergarten my school shorts had ‘deep pockets’ enough to float Inc.
No kidding, I’m fluid, these niggas rhymes can’t be sublime
Fvck punchlines, check the material and time I spent online
Back in the day, I carve my raps on sheets with crimson blades
Today the lead pull through, think Deadpool two, how bullets wheels in wade
He a bit tense, I don’t need a sixth sense to know wade into chin hair,
One smack he fade into thin air like literally . . . ‘waltz outta existence’
MonQ runna president, inquiry has it my buzz inspiring
Paayne don’t wanna vote chk! chk! he thought I was Aspirin’
this ain’t a democracy, don’t make me go crazy, either ye go voting
or its ya hemoglobin, nah?! baa! baa! I killed paayne like Ibuprofen
I ain’t give his top 5, but he dead not alive, R I P to B I G, n TUPAC
I split absoul nomenclature, but what I did with yours is drugs, no IUPAC

MonQ

Paayne:

this bald nigga's got nothing upstairs...not a single story building, all his ideas seem to have hit the sky..
like who sent this guy?, ah know I dissed you first, but ah wasn't counting on you hitting back with a dead reply..

johnjon:
Damn. Where are my people?

Ibime
Kr0ne
ELYMAXiimus
Mikuz
Giyazz
04kaa

E.t.c

teddybiyasi:


So you won't acknowledge the She_dragoN