100Barz:
Am "RIGHT" so you "LEFT",
Battling me is like Landscaping from the "RIGHT to LEFT" with serious "SIDE EFFECTS".
I drop "TIGHT LYRICS AND FLOW HOT"
'Holding up candles to me' is like "NIGHT VIGILS IN SNOWSTORMS,
If i take the 'iron' to your head then its a PRESSING ISSUE
+ the shells "MESS WITH TISSUES"
Getting 'Even' "AGAINST ALL ODDS"
Hop on ur 'Tracks' and 'Derail' your "TRAIN OF THOUGHTS"
Cause 'Light Drizzle' is all you get in "BRAINSTORM"
Respect is earned and not something that's "PAID FOR"
Flows is "NON-STOP"
and i've got more consistency than "CLOCK-WORK"
Y'all are more like "Stupid Sex"/ "DUMB F**K"
JUST FOR the "F OF IT"
I "HIT THE CLUB" and "RID IT OFF" spirits like an EXORCIST,
Tryna 'cheat' using 'Olympic' "CONDOMS" just so you can "CUM(COME) FIRST"
I "REIGN TERROR"
so going against me is like 'Wrong Typos on Headstone' a "GRAVE ERROR"
No matter how 'Deep' you "THINKING" the Ideas will never SINK IN,
Going against Bars well I'M LISTENING
cause bitch you don't stand 'Half the Chance' like "SIAMESE TWINS"

100Barz:
People you "LOOK UP TO" all "LOOK UP TO ME"
So even if you're 'standing on my grave" you still "LOOK UP TO ME"
Like 'Aba made watches' You "FAKE ALL THE TIME"
thats why you need 'lipstick all over your heart' just to "MAKE UP YOUR MIND"
You're not Born 2 Win but BORN TO LOSE
You more like a 'win less parisian' "BORN TO LOOSE(TOULOUSE)"
pussy nigga ain "NOBODY" fucking with me,
cause you more of a Skinny Bitch you ain gat "NO BODY"
so watch how you "TALK TO ME MAN"
Before Born2winkingOG get smacked with the 'Thug Skin' "PART OF MA HAND"
You Understand......

Bitchiamjay:
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Man I swear jealousy is just hate and love at the same time.
Like why should you envy my rolex’ must we have the same time ?
Reason I walk around with niiggas cause enemies always aim nine’
Then wait to sympathize with my pictures or maybe frame mine’
I’ve been staying woke, I don’t catch no sleep’
My niiggas at the doors, some at the window peep’
Eye blink and watch your enemies bite so deep’
Then show up at your funeral to weep ‘
I hate pretenders and I don’t regret saying it.
Niiggas claim they love it but really hate the shiit’
Oi and some wack rappers judging and dropping lame critics.
While their shiit so mocked-up like some fúcking fake títtíes
I know those niiggas above thinking at their head I’m aiming diss’
But don’t worry boys’
I’m just playing with rhymes like lorry toys’
Fúck it, y’all ain’t even got fuuckin choice’
Arrogant díck súcker screaming but no one hearing your cócky voice.
I’ just drink water and write lyrics’ guess that’s my skin care routine ‘
Show up here, hey some chicks and I’m off scene’
My dog cage cleaner than your church shoe, Yes! my dog cage so clean ‘
Registered that biítch in a women organization’ you can ask Pauline ‘
Last Christmas was awful maybe because my friend Renua dead’
Read her dad raped her at 7’ that’ was all I read’
Almost died of sepsis had it been the chemical released in bloodstream spread’
This fuuckin trauma she lived with for 26years made her dread.
Too bad she couldn’t beat her pain’
But Renua, we had plans to get stoned in France when we meet again’
I know you’re in a better place and I hope to see you soon’
So we could get high in the sky and listen to music too.

100Barz:
Am 'pissing you off' "URINE TROUBLE(YOU'RE IN TROUBLE)"
You are not on 'fire' prick, you "NONCOMBUSTIBLE"
Hollow-tips "RACK BODIES" of this "COPY CATS"
I "BAG BODIES" in "BODY BAGS"
Like Jim Brown imma have this bitches "RUNNING BACK"
Pussy getting 'Cold Feets' like "BARE-FOOT IN WINTER"
So i "DARE YOU TO HIT-BACK"
Light Drizzle is all you get in a "BRAIN-STORM"
Spitting "HAILSTORMS" in "GREAT SWARMS" and leave your body in its "DEBASED FORM"
Bleep 'hot' that's "HUMIDITY"
and you can't mix Money with "STUPIDITY"
You are at the 'end of the line' this is where the "ROAD ENDS"
Your 'Lines are Pointless' like pencils with erasers at "BOTH ENDS"


Hit me up son

GIYAZZ:
Tally ho!!

Deheaded flows.. strange word, but textcees, I’ve beheaded those/
Who wants smoke?/ I’m one of the old folks/
Who designed scrolls/ and redefined the flows/ by revising trolls/
You new niggas hòes/ I chew you like food in my bowl/
Grown man bars ‘cause you bítches can’t take a joke/ let’s take a stroll/
Since I was fifteen I’ve been slaying folks/ I’ve been dòpe/
Did The Jig first then I slide through some more/
Been on vacation/ cause I seen too many nìggas hating/
Underrated but they know I’m one of the greatest/
I cremated textcees since back in the days/ now I’m back in the game/
Back to spanking the fake/ I script fire but y’all be lacking the flame/
Limerick is lame/ only time I feel that nìgga is when I’m smashing his dame/
And I don’t even hate/ Bìtch i’m just rhyming/
The smoke I’m supplying/ you rap nìggas all dying/
Let my rap get you inspired/ check the Benz that i just acquired/
I’m on fire/ you rap nìggas rather sing like a choir/
Got rich before rap money/ I get paid and smash honeys/ In Club Cubana, sippin’ Dom Pérignon and black honey/
I never lack money/ and I’m on your playlist/
Bags so big– I could fund a nation/
Stop playing/
You broke nìggas need fundraising/
I’m rich and sleek with it/ Tianshe wildin’ out lately ‘cause she might need a dìck/
I’d hit that but you better not turn on me ‘cause you been a bìtch/
or Imma bring horror to you live like DJ Switch/
Fūck kickin’ knowledge, I need these nìggas to kick a bucket/
She knows that I’m solid so my dìck she wanna suck it/
I’m the one they call when y’all can’t get shìt right/ so stop acting tough like you Jim Iyke/
On Facebook, I put Mikuz in a bag and took his shine/
Buried Fluxmind’s career. . . and wrote bars that chased the Dark away like Jim White/
It’s Giyaz, I script insane lyrics/ y’all lame with it/
I mastered my craft, y’all stuck up like enslaved nìggas/
Life ain’t fair but I don’t play victim/ I just grind and make millions/
Can never die if my money could pay for it/
Textcees hall of fame. . . I should be ranked with Ibime/ cos to be frank, I’m one of the greatest/
But y’all point-blank hating/
I’ve brawled legends/ have you forgotten quick?/
How I mauled Mailmalc on the front pages/ and put that nìgga in the news like Don Lemon/
My life’s a movie/ building an empire like Cookie/
Cause I learned the ropes that can hang a rookie/
You new niggas pussìes/ couldn’t take my shine if they stick diamonds on your head like Lil Uzi/
So be on the lookout/ I’m coming for you clowns/
Liricyst tied the knot but who gives a fúck? I’m breaking it loose now/ bring beef to dude’s house/
We got scores to settle. . . So these shots I’m sending will leave his bìtch wet like a shootout/
Back in the battlefield/ now tell me, who wants to battle who?/
Coulda battled Bruce. . . but imma pass cos he mid like ELYMAXiimus/
Ain’t that ironic?/ my bars are chronic/
Too iconic/ and quite demonic/
You call me a dìckhead cos you recognize your wife was on it/
Giyaz is too deep like he down with Satan/ and I will never change like the rock of ages/
Call me the savior of rap, you’re not mistaken/
and if a nìgga don’t believe, then he’s just a pagan!!


#Yazareth

Bitchiamjay:



Smooth!

GIYAZZ:
Tally ho!!

Deheaded flows.. strange word, but textcees, I’ve beheaded those/
Who wants smoke?/ I’m one of the old folks/
Who designed the scrolls/ and redefined the flows/ by revising trolls/
You new niggas hòes/ I chew you like food in my bowl/
Grown man bars ‘cause you bítches can’t take a joke/ let’s take a stroll/
Since I was fifteen I’ve been slaying folks/ I’ve been dòpe/
Did The Jig first then I slide through some more/
Been on vacation/ cause I seen too many nìggas hating/
Underrated but they know I’m one of the greatest/
I cremated textcees since back in the days/ now I’m back in the game/
Back to spanking the fake/ I script fire but y’all be lacking the flame/
Limerick is lame/ only time I feel that nìgga is when I’m smashing his dame/
And I don’t even hate/ Bìtch i’m just rhyming/
The smoke I’m supplying/ you rap nìggas all dying/
Let my rap get you inspired/ check the Benz that i just acquired/
I’m on fire/ you rap nìggas rather sing like a choir/
Rich before rap money/ I get paid and smash honeys/ In Club Cubana, sippin’ Dom Pérignon and black honey/
I never lack money/ and I’m on your playlist/
Bags so big– I could fund a nation/ so stop playing/
You broke nìggas need fundraising/
I’m sleek with it/ Teddybiyasi wildin’ out lately so she might need some dìck/
I’d hit that but you better not turn on me ‘cause you been a bìtch/
or Imma bring horror to you live like DJ Switch/
Fūck kickin’ knowledge, I need these nìggas to kick a bucket/
She knows that I’m solid so my dìck she wanna suck it/
I’m the one they call when y’all can’t get shìt right/ so stop acting tough like you Jim Iyke/
On Facebook, I put Mikuz in a bag and took his shine/
Buried Fluxmind’s career. . . and wrote bars that chased the Dark away like Jim White/
It’s Giyaz, I script insane lyrics/ y’all lame with it/
I mastered my craft, y’all stuck up like enslaved nìggas/
Life ain’t fair but I don’t play victim/ I just grind and make millions/
I will never die if my money could pay for it/
Textcees hall of fame. . . I should be ranked with Ibime/ cos to be frank, I’m one of the greatest/
But y’all point-blank hating/
I’ve brawled legends/ have you forgotten quick?/
How I mauled Mailmalc on the front pages/ and put that nìgga in the news like Don Lemon/
My life’s a movie/ building an empire like Cookie/
Cause I learned the ropes that can hang a rookie/
You new niggas pussìes/ couldn’t take my shine if they stick diamonds on your head like Lil Uzi/
So be on the lookout/ I’m coming for you clowns/
Liricyst tied the knot but who gives a fúck? I’m letting it loose now/ bring beef to dude’s house/
We got scores to settle. . . So these shots I’m sending will leave his bìtch wet like a shootout/
Back in the battlefield/ now tell me, who wants to battle who?/
Coulda battled Bruce. . . but imma pass cos he mid like ELYMAXiimus/
Ain’t that ironic?/ my bars are chronic/
Too iconic/ and quite demonic/
You call me a dìckhead cos you recognize your wife was on it/
Giyaz is too deep like he down with Satan/ and I will never change like the rock of ages/
Call me the savior of rap, you’re not mistaken/
and if a nìgga don’t believe, then he’s just a pagan!!


#Yazareth

GIYAZZ:
Tally ho!!

Deheaded flows.. strange word, but textcees, I’ve beheaded those/
Who wants smoke?/ I’m one of the old folks/
Who designed the scrolls/ and redefined the flows/ by revising trolls/
You new niggas hòes/ I chew you like food in my bowl/
Grown man bars ‘cause you bítches can’t take a joke/ let’s take a stroll/
Since I was fifteen I’ve been slaying folks/ I’ve been dòpe/
Did The Jig first then I slide through some more/
Been on vacation/ cause I seen too many nìggas hating/
Underrated but they know I’m one of the greatest/
I cremated textcees since back in the days/ now I’m back in the game/
Back to spanking the fake/ I script fire but y’all be lacking the flame/
Limerick is lame/ only time I feel that nìgga is when I’m smashing his dame/
And I don’t even hate/ Bìtch i’m just rhyming/
The smoke I’m supplying/ you rap nìggas all dying/
Let my rap get you inspired/ check the Benz that i just acquired/
I’m on fire/ you rap nìggas rather sing like a choir/
Rich before rap money/ I get paid and smash honeys/ In Club Cubana, sippin’ Dom Pérignon and black honey/
I never lack money/ and I’m on your playlist/
Bags so big– I could fund a nation/ so stop playing/
You broke nìggas need fundraising/
I’m sleek with it/ Teddybiyasi wildin’ out lately so she might need some dìck/
I’d hit that but you better not turn on me ‘cause you been a bìtch/
or Imma bring horror to you live like DJ Switch/
Fūck kickin’ knowledge, I need these nìggas to kick a bucket/
She knows that I’m solid so my dìck she wanna suck it/
I’m the one they call when y’all can’t get shìt right/ so stop acting tough like you Jim Iyke/
On Facebook, I put Mikuz in a bag and took his shine/
Buried Fluxmind’s career. . . and wrote bars that chased the Dark away like Jim White/
It’s Giyaz, I script insane lyrics/ y’all lame with it/
I mastered my craft, y’all stuck up like enslaved nìggas/
Life ain’t fair but I don’t play victim/ I just grind and make millions/
I will never die if my money could pay for it/
Textcees hall of fame. . . I should be ranked with Ibime/ cos to be frank, I’m one of the greatest/
But y’all point-blank hating/
I’ve brawled legends/ have you forgotten quick?/
How I mauled Mailmalc on the front pages/ and put that nìgga in the news like Don Lemon/
My life’s a movie/ building an empire like Cookie/
Cause I learned the ropes that can hang a rookie/
You new niggas pussìes/ couldn’t take my shine if they stick diamonds on your head like Lil Uzi/
So be on the lookout/ I’m coming for you clowns/
Liricyst tied the knot but who gives a fúck? I’m letting it loose now/ bring beef to dude’s house/
We got scores to settle. . . So these shots I’m sending will leave his bìtch wet like a shootout/
Back in the battlefield/ now tell me, who wants to battle who?/
Coulda battled Bruce. . . but imma pass cos he mid like ELYMAXiimus/
Ain’t that ironic?/ my bars are chronic/
Too iconic/ and quite demonic/
You call me a dìckhead cos you recognize your wife was on it/
Giyaz is too deep like he down with Satan/ and I will never change like the rock of ages/
Call me the savior of rap, you’re not mistaken/
and if a nìgga don’t believe, then he’s just a pagan!!


#Yazareth

mikuz:

You put me in a bag?

GIYAZZ:
Tally ho!!

JigsawKillah:




Hmm the game changed, you old niggas with same game
We told niggas we gäng bäng, behind bars, it ain't jail
We flung out your tests but still we ain't fail
You is a teacher without a classroom, eh, you ain't safe
My boys are in the back seats, you want the class? Have it, bro
We spinning cöck tales and girls wanna mix, it's Bacardi though
The last one, what's her name again? Kamala Harris? No?
Oh. You can't relate. You still fücking with boys, what's the tally, hoe?
Everyone chasing money now. You still hung up on body count
You bag this, you bag that, your bags ain't bringing money out
Once, my bag was mixed with my sémen in your mommy's mouth
So I probably sired some of the things you talking 'bout
You could've been my son, I want a paternity test!
Late 90s, she had us bring out our P's, alphabetic jest
She made us put 'em in her O's, and she would work on 'em
Or emotionally blackmail us, with her anorexic-ness
You in your 20s now fighting the urge to be wild
You joined a frat, won't lie, it had hurt me a while
You carry a scowl because you feel you'll be cursed if you smile
You sag your pants hoping it gives your verses some style
You ain't grown, son, you still the patched up nigga
Zig zagged like your jeans, like someone life's passed on, nigga
You don't behead niggas, you give head, you wear tampon, nigga
You ran Dark out? Nah. We showed you the light so you could man up, nigga
I could go on and on, but kiddo, I'm way past that
I'm down for the new updates so we can make fast cash
Keep the gäy shit, we all know keys make past that
So sheath your blunt tools, you dumb fool, life ain't that hard.




Jigs

GIYAZZ:

Pftt!

Jigsawkillah still wack and that’s too discouraging/ but I won’t blame his teacher or the school he majored in/
Cos rhyming cash with hard.. is proof of error/
So I’ll slap the dude’s parents/ for starting a marriage/
That produced this embarrassment/
The news will carry him/ when I crack his skull/
For talking that gày shìt like Macklemore/
So pack your stuff. . . cos I’m taking you out like my whòre/
No back and forth/ diss me back and I’ll ignore/
Cause I’m undoubtedly greater/ rap circles around this hater/
tryna count my paper/
He wish he’s a rapstar scripting thugger lyrics/
Can’t hustle for shìt/ so how he plan to fund his business?/
Put your hope on pipe dreams but lacking tunnel vision/
See I could give you the update, but I ain’t really fuckìng with him/
The boy is slow/ I got that poison flow/
When it’s war time I’m a joyous soul/
Jig ain’t really built like that. . . so the next punch I’ll deploy will destroy his home/
You need to quit/ young rich nìgga but I’m too legit/
All that cap will leave you and your crew perished/ no frat shìt but it’s cool since you said it/
Bars leave you hazed through hell like new pledges!!

Born2winKingOG:


mahn why you rap like this?
since 2015 you've been on this white man thing.
mixtapes you dropped i can't even hear that shitx.
lyrics you wrote, naah ..I don't correlate
limerick got signed to ybnl ,never blew, you know why son?
he did same shîtx you did, never took my advise on.
"you can never be white, rap like a black man."
mi did same shîtx, but dagrin still dey top am.

fûck rhyme's..i go local on you
you think your old school? boy we the "no school"
(weren't taught)
the guns are cocked, bullets are strapped like ayiri we need no nukes!

forming gangster, saying your BACK for real/
so what? we should CLAP both kneels?/
lil open teeth nigga, better ask mikuz for some betting tips/ or visit the crypto thread, ibime is there monitoring dips./






#bars

mikuz:


Who's this guy na

mikuz:


Wow

Born2winKingOG:
old time baller boss.

GIYAZZ:
King Mikuz

fadal:


Whoa, whoa, whoa
Now I'm shinin' beamin' glossin', Big Tymin' stuntin' and flossin'
Lamborghini sitting on broaders with two more in my garages
Plus a blue and black ferrari with Nintendo and Atari
Man I swear the car is awesome, vroom! Sorry, we lost 'em
I'm back, I pull up smelling like dime sacks and cognac
I leave in the Hummer, hour later I'm flying back
Whoosh, private jet's about to land
The women fall out when I let them touch my hand
I get out the plane into a Mercedes Benz van
TVs all over with chrome 20-inch fans, damn
Goddamn, man, I am, L-I-L, Freezy, off the heezy
But still in awe, ice floodin' on my watch
And in my grill and all, Porsche Box', front blocks
Skrrt! Peeling off, me and Slim in the Rover
Beatrice brick holder, Cash Money young soldier

jodpoundz:
@Henuell

Clearly you got no passion for rap

You're just a wanna be full of crap

You need to step up your game

Cus ur rhymes are still nusery and lame

I keep wasting my wordplays

On this wack artists my worst days

Born2winKingOG:
lord forgive me for the things have done/ the pain have caused..
killing ain't fun, but I got do my job.
where's my Ak.. oops it's rusty...so I got use my GLOCK
boom on a niga, man down, RIHANNA SONG!

what you know about hate MY NIGGA?
I eight you, that's why I got the 9 millimeter, strapped in MY NICKER/waiting for your goons if they retaliate, YOU DEAD, THEY SCARED, when am not STEVEN SEAGAL. (hahahaha)

you can't false my facts/ 2014 i was top 5, krone did the MATH/I schooled EMAPRINCE, then I disowned the RAT/ he ain't got my gene, "IMAGINE"...his mum was a thot.
rewind that, I said EMA GENE, was different from I the dad.

fûck rhymes, I got concept bro
if Ali is the greatest, then am his recarnarted soul.


#bars