sleakid: Only a true friend wuld look up to ya face and tell u, ur wack. Dats wat i just did son.
YOU'RE SUPERWACK.

Ok its been a while so check this


I throw ma wrist watch in the sky... Call that air time/that's fine/ cuz I never step on friends to blow up like land mines/
I'm more dreaded than the hair of a rastafarian/
U trying to avoid beef... u a vegetarian?/
Cause we never saw paper like stevie wonder/
I'm like poisoned chocolates I kill you all with one bar/
I wasn't made for defeat(the feet) like tight shoes/
Like refrigerators, they trying to act cool/
razor blades on ma tongue that's y ma flows sharp/
Like medusa's iris- I ball(eye-ball) hard/
The say he who runs away lives to fight another day/
Plus ma mouth is like a shovel... U always dig what I say/
Like burnt light bulbs/ I make your shine stop/
Ma ddick on a wrist watch will ma time ccum?/
Even terrorists want my album so u can say I am the bomb/


Nosa

www.nairaland.com/1086484/sleakid-vs-mikuz-watchout
Mike u must be very stupid. U finally realise ya wack too dats why u dint go to drop ya weak bars huh?

sleakid: mikuz u aint better than amatuere..//
S0 fake dude g0 settle ya RIVAL WACk//
C0s 0nly line yhu can b0ast 0f is ya TRIBAL-MARK//

U's a lame fhucker. Bleachin yaself b4 brawlin PREKKY, u culdnt still WIN A WAR FAIR...//

I never lied when i said ur wack..
Bbitch

Aite lets git diz startd.. Click to see wats about to hit nairaland..
Yo mikuz and dj5naira.. yhu guys are needed badly.
www.nairaland.com/1093097/the-gladz-vs-the-spartaz-upcoming-sickest

i see alot has been going down here. I see u all fam

Na who want wahala . . . Na dead body.


. . .

Sleakid is a fossil/ his brand needs a big remodel/
he spells notch as norge . . his spelling skill is awful/
I'm a preaching apostle/ so my verse teach him the gospel/
he would never do it like 'pros' . . even with scripting a novel/
The guy needs salvation/ his life in stagnation/
but if he says hes 'moving fast' . . then hes gonna die of starvation/
The fake is dumb/ lacking the wits to properly place his puns/
The only sh¡t he knows how to wordplay is come/
My mack daze niggas . . plus my shots rattle/
You aint d0pè . .nigga you just babble/
I got no 'pear' . . cos I bust illness . . while you bust apples/
I speak slangs of escape and alfa marines to make this nucca fear/
but if he sees a 'local restaurant closeby' . . then hes seen a 'bukka-near'/

Lol mike na big trouble u dey find

let me leave the "DEVIL SLEEPIN" his his "TEMPLE BLEEDIN"


See mike
Yhu culd "breath hard" spittin lyk eerotic phone call/
Buh ya shidz still wont stand tall/
I burst wid ease and pen the illest/
Plus hang with da realest/
Mike ain't even worth my time, am talkin to d WACK-awta-BOREDOM/
cos he ain't got da SPARK-lyk-GORDON/
NIGGUUHH...PLEASE! lyk prekky once said ur weak"/
i didn't get ya flaws the first time, put ur ddick/ in ur a§s and come again..lil' prick/
Ya mack daze niqqaz/ and ya wack amaze ninjaz/
Ur washed up mehn. Like fake jewelries bbitch
And all ya metaforces more forced than an@l ssex bbitch/
Claim u ddope bt we culdnt see u doing multies/
Even ya wordplays wack and faulty/
u might be slapped, for putting up my name in your post/
but this the end of u, i hope your folks can play with your ghost/
Sleak diseminate yah "barz" and leave you de-"fenceless",/
Talkin about my spellin and dictions.. A good vocalist wuldnt hate dat senseless/
i stay "updated", ma flow's "current" you're"shocked" touching ma "line"/
and we all knw any sick flow guest users bite must be mine/
The only time you (w)rap is wen ur drug addict pop's craving for weed/
running your mouth on "front" lines, sleak spitz and take up the "lead"/
if your sshit's rap, ma mom'll be ghost writting for pac/
U an mc? Hell no beta start wid olympics so we culd see ya "track"/
Wanna see wat comes out wen i split the mike into two?/
i'll crack ya ribs and bring the bitch outta u/
braking ya joints, begging for mercy till u start falling in love and getting used to scars/
Like a lazy waiter.. Mehn we'all knw u cant handle bars/
i pull more crowds than apostles in a miracle outreach.../
And heal more lame cats than a "pet show" bbitch/
u aint a soldier...u jus homeless bbitch-recruit in a gurls scout/
So quit babbling... U only be SICK(SEAK) if u take the "L" outta my nick in any bout..
Less i forget mike..
i can move a crowd of stroke patients/ demonic-strikken wid muscle stiffness/
so ya chances of LOL is ffuckin senseless like taking a face-shot from a rrapist/

ONe

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long time!

Been gone in a minute/they longed to see me/
back with the MASTER Plan . . ride on with no limit/
Born prolific/
I run things,they almost think i'm the one in olympics/
Rappers gon' need stitches/ for they crazy scars..
..when i drop these amazing bars/
I'm out of this world . .i'm based in mars/
Up there . i'm a heavinly star/
Fire spitting/ I'm real talent!..buyers bidding/
They pay attention to my words like it's a town cryer speaking/
I'm tittle holding/..flows inspiring idle homies/
Rappers zoom. . .when i display my rifle boldly/
Still sitting on the throne and none of y'all can stop it/
These rappers like jay and Khanye. .all they do is watch it
I'm awf'lly skilled/ my mic's like a scorching steal/
Make weak rappers break fast . . like the morning meal/
I surely will/ . take my place in due time/
Untenacious kings getting displaced with few lines/
A lotta claim they teaching but they got raised thru mine/
Only give props to the old cos of my distaste for new wine/

Nigga wants Beef........Preparin IT

Beef is served alongside with 'Ponche'.....COME AND EAT/
One claimin Amanyagbo of Rap.....well, WARM MY SEAT/
Listen you better watch how i go hard on this flow lyk u were a PÖRN ADDICT/
Lyk Steve i'm gud wit da Jobs i Do/
I'm a Vegan so i saw ya beef but i didn't /Chew/
He Raps lyk 8yr old cuz he's still rhyming with Puff Puff
Gayhood rapper he wanna Rip me Off/
Sorry nigga u can't cuz i just got Containers Of punches delivered in the /Wharf/
I Spit Country lines like Don Williams/
But dis nigga's own are Watery like 13yr old Boy's /spèrms/
Bars in Water.......yea Ninjaz don rusty die/Wings broken.....They can't fly/
Ma barz scored 9A's but dis nigga can't `B1` cuz dey can't `C` `D` flows......Failures,call em F9's
Try this for Size/
Nigga u gat Pipeline Flows.......Like ijaw boys i'm quick to Vandalize/
He can't `Inter`act with me Cuz i aint no `Motta`
Yea don't ma capabilities......I'm da real ish,only valencia knows the `MATA`/
ma Punches leaves Bold Red Scars to his face......I call him Bruise Banner/
So i `Ghana` invade hiz gold coast and leave him dead like d President/
Lord to the Land Of immortals so Pay ya RENT nigga/

BlEss

Tradin' barz with J is nothing/ ima go at it again just to mock him/
Your made of trash . . dustBeing!/
Even your beef . . we see 'em as pumpkin/
Your in DISSarray, lil kim/ plus ya favorite vet too . . you diss him/
My punches victor and you . . . the victim/
I showcase audio-verbals . . read this & listen!/
Flow so hard . . you'll need alum to soften it/
Master of blowjobs, I see your Don in it/
No more beef . . except I want to See you dead/
Toothless Vegan . . I be feedin' you milk instead/
I predicted/ when I said, soon he'll rhyme with 'Puff Puff'/
And it came to pass, like im prophet . . call me Prof's prof!/
Once a street vendor . . now exportin' Punch in containers/
And your inch d.eek . . it never contained her/
Your no good in rap, but im Don like Williams/
Tryna impress? . . I see None like catholic sisters/
No avail . . not even if you grease it in Greece/
Hungry for beef? Your a mouse . . so im bringin' you cheese/
9 outta 100%? . . im still right, your ratings D grading!!!/
Vandalize and get blown up in space 'fore landing/
Deaf & dumb nigga . . no skillz, only best in sign language/
No modem . . in cafe, regularly checks his LAN guage/
He's the type that press Ctrl + S . . to save page/
You don't dazzle us MATA . . only got weight that occupies space!/
1st class material . . none could Test me/
Divinely favoured, even when I sneeze on mic . . niggas bless me!/

Am deadly-wif-rhymes/as am blesing-hz-lines/wit steady-rewrites/fada geting-d-hype and ma rap got u sayin. . .oh shit" oh shit press-d-rewind!/am a scarce mecinary 4 women . . . Am rare-hunter(rear)/And fada s a beast I tear-rubbers/ fear-yo-man/Cus am nt "a" buh I start letters like dear momma/

.


I land punches and monster jabs / ya'll WWE niggas got lobster swag /
I drop kicks. . . while you try to win fights. . . with a Boston Crab /
I torch this lad /for vexing me. . . Ill pour scorn and wrath/
cos I'd clean house. . . and mop up competition. . . if I 'lost my rag' /
so don't cross ma path / or get blazed in the chin /
I'm scooping up green. . . but only leaves get placed in the bin . . . when he's "raking it in" /
This lil gardener guy / could never be harder than I /
This rebel fast / I pedal past / your car with a bike! /
I make oil moves / and rip out spoiled roots /
thanks to loyal troops / who foil coups/ and boil dudes / who challenge royal stools! /
So don't try to coup the Don / cos I'll get ma shooters on /
Cos when I school this dumb. . . He'll have to repeat class. . .if this battle goes "true to form"/
I don't know what kinda shrooms he's on / his chick put on her uniform /
and suck my unicorn horn. . . while we shooting pooorn!! /
So don't cross that rubicon/ or get booed to scorn /
Claiming he got bank shares. . . but he only buy UBA. . . when he chewing corn! /
niggas wanna diss and be rude / like I got shiiiii to improve /
I got many styles. . . but signing death warrants. . . is my signature move! /
Sleak an empty barrel. . . Nothing to offer /
continue making noise . . . trust me, you'll suffer / you lil dumb mudafocker /
Don't take much to discover/ that you get bested by wacks / yet wanna wrestle my raps /
referencing streetwise/ . . but he's nice /. . . So my records intact/
but you got wrecked on a track / with an effortless slap / by some next-to-be-wack /
now you blaming the organiser. . . but we're only interested in facts!! /



oNe

Ibime: Sleak an empty barrel. . . Nothing to offer /
continue making noise . . . trust me, you'll suffer / you lil dumb mudafocker /
Don't take much to discover/ that you get bested by wacks / yet wanna wrestle my raps /
referencing streetwise/ . . but he's nice /. . . So my records intact/
but you got wrecked on a track / with an effortless slap / by some next-to-be-wack /
now you blaming the organiser. . . but we're only interested in facts!! /

Ima git back atcha like ya nepa bill..
Later in tha day. Diz days am kinda busy wid school clearance ish..
One

ibime. ...lol sleek part i love it...lmao

sleakid:
Ima git back atcha like ya nepa bill..
Later in tha day. Diz days am kinda busy wid school clearance ish..
One

This guy talk like hes fun/ but its clear that he force all his puns/
Pundits 'write' him off . . cos hes style of busting is wrong/
The kid should not have been born/
hes whöre of a mum/ shoulda aborted the bum/
he wouldnt lead the 'Pack' . . running in front of Ji-Sung!/
He gets erased from the scene/ for claiming that hes king/
He would only be fly . . If he was an attacker playing from the wing/
His state of origin and residence . . the only places where hes been/ cos the nigga is hell wack/
but they know me from Milan through Texas/
And around the world . . cos my 'Bars-tours' . . like the Brazilian left-back!/
The head slacking/ he needs to be sent packing/
He gets dealt with a decisive defeat, cos his bullets never fired . . . thats shell-lacking!/
He claims hes my match . . but he isnt balling/
so he ll get a whipflogging/ for still talking/
Jump over his head with a toad . . but thats to leapfrog him!/
He should know the verses I echo is periliously disturbing/ so any dude whos tryna bring beef should get a rethink/
like Guus . . .
. . . the last dude I battled frightfully slide away his pen and Hid-ink!/
Hes so bitter/ exactly because I flow iller/
His lines would only punch . . If he was a goalkeeper/
I spit döpè fillers/
call me a cold spitter/
Sleakid is no realer/
His girl broke his safe with a shovel . . she is a gold-digger/
He doesnt come close to me . . I'm so homophobic/
hes never my mate . . but I'm boning his chick/
He finds it had to speak in English/ he whole skills diminish/
but if hes ever 'ill' . . It must be a sea-fish!/

Cargo raps . . . all the way from Timbuktu/
Mic check 1, 2 . . . to my haters, 4ck you!/
In the best of five . . yours won't Top 2/
They say hiphop's dead . . . but mine ghostly, it'll hunt you/
Your no Walker, Johnny boy . . . your totally lame/
Lyrics you Project, unknown . . won't bring any Fame/
Be gone in a flash . . cuz your death is close at hand/
I could play Neo . . . if you plan to raid my clan/
Run in through you . . . to come out with your heart beating on my palm!/
Call me lyrical monster . . that king with Three Crowns/
Been a while . . and no difference, the way he talks/
No hype, this staff still quacks like Daffy Duck/
Even with a cookery book . . . you still ran out of time and luck/
The last one you sliced in bits & chops/
No taste . . but mine Suite like lollipop/
Lyricist envy my style . . they wish theirs could pop/
They go green like . . bottles of 7 Up!/
My guards march with swag . . each carryin' 10 Swiss knives/
8 shot wouldn't fall me . . im a cat with 9 lives!/
Im a giant . . y'all wanna be me, The Next Big Thing/
Cuz I nail barz . . . that pierce like earrings?/
Damn it . . you won't Meet Me Halfway/
2 Fast 2 Furious . . . even Black Eyed Peas would race astray!/
Those dreams of thought . . was broken with ma arms/
Submerged your vision . . . had it buried 20-feets underground!!/
Even if you racked your brain for years . . . you wouldn't think about it/
Go ahead, SpreadShit . . ma flows would fluSh it/
These domestic vets, I be preying on like mantis/
Serve beef and watch me squash it/
In court, chics nicknamed me Andy . . . cuz of ma Rod D.eek/

Wtf.. See hate

sleak's back again/ to give niqqaz pain//
Leave them wet like h0rny h0es. wen itz my reign//
See mehn am the bomb/ yhu niqqaz dumb//
Coz lyk stammerers i rhyme-faster//
Plus sicker than ibime's-master//
And who da eff is fada?/ i'd rather/ say u dread my sshit like dada//
Niqquh ddick-riding be the only way u drive insane//
U say u bolt? How come U sane?//
Dude's tired of being a guest-biter//
bt wid ya stolen lines u wuldnt spit sicker than diz best-writer//
tryna step up? U wnt elevate even if niqqaz giv u uplift//
Coz only time we see a FADA rap, omoh na xmas gift//
We all knw ibime is far gone'//
And mike is next to "c0ck" like dealin wit british p0rn//
Diz bbitches wackly a'maze' like dumb corn//
So why u ffags hating on my pun?//
Im not feelin d pet/ like havin ssex with ur wife right after she gave birth//
Ffuck ya empty threat//
Am one hell of a gangster u just met//
I gat da ill verse.. And i punch fine//
i keep d sshit coming.. U Wack athletes running awta line//
streetwize iz nice... Yeah//
ibime is wack wid fear//
The only fan u got iz miku//
Coz itz no doubt he "blows" u..
ungrateful bbastard. I was only tryna git mike's ddick awta ya mouth too/
like couples u ffags cnt do without each other/ so he follows u//
Wit the trash u offered.. Ya mom must think ur brave//
but in reality you digging your
grave//
you rigging up rage, dropping ur best bars//
when i smack mine. I leave u wit scars//
but u are lyrically DEAD so all i see is FLAT LINES//
i cut your EARS off, ill leave you badly stabbed without d nines//
when they tell you that u "DEF" its cause you handicapped//
While my "flow"s rush like new taps//
Am a king, why cnt u haters recognize that,//
Like kings, i rule even lines just to make my pocket stay fat//
Am the truest/
but like broken sim cards, mike your lines are useless//
Am too major, im not in ur class,//
And only time we see 1MIC is when we referring to NAS//
you aint used to the hive yet//
You looking at the Son, nigga dont let your eyes melt//
Like FREDDY, sleak killing ya dream making yhu quiet /
You tried wrestling the REAPER, but you stil cant fight death//
put your 'skull' in 'line' With other dead mcees Just to put you in the 'head lines'//
before you rest in peace with battered sign//
sleak took some SHOTS but sleak still the don here//
Ggay a§s, you only take shots when a ddick is in your ffucked rear//
I know am DDOPE but homie dont PUSH me//
The punchline kid, even amnesia patients wont forget me//
One

leme show the dumb-am-sick!/ Am vhat son-with-antics.../ so wil drop puns-wit-tactics dat wil sure burn-hz-wack-shit coz sleak wit wacknes goes together like drum-nd-stick coz it wil be lik lytinin stove witawt kerosine as i wil burn-a-weak/


bin readin-ur-failed-notes they way u dropin-ur-stale-quotes bitch could'nt stand a real track wit a feet-in-a-rail-road/

as 4 mikus,knt u spot ur boss? U lack power-to-dictate so i wil ad puns send u trauma-of-disgrace so he has been a boi who loves ugly gurl so nly time he get fresh (chicks) z when he add powder-on-hz-face/lol

ibime should stop d crap
U kant fyt me on shity flows . . . U have tew stop Aiming Sewers . . .//cus posting on toilet paper u kant be . . .Charming Veiwers //My barz are ...Harming Skewers //Walk in my shoes & see...U got room to grow?...Like adds 4 pot.. Faming Brewers //



sleak u knw natin abt multix,so 4 digin ur own grave i wil hav dz-skeet-sunderd
a foot as bar...so nw u six-feet-under, i am demi-gOD to get pas me dz kid bite anyting like d mentality where nigerian kid-beat-hunger/ lol

I don't mean to talk with distaste/ but this guy is a phucking disgrace/
from a point blank range . . he deserves to be shot in the face/
The puns that he place/ plus all that he says/
shows that even Tonto dikeh . . . would do better if she was brought in his place!/
The negro spit crap/ he needs to quit rap/
The day you'll be döpe? . . I guess only ya granny will live to see that!/
His lines speak out/ that you entirely a big tout/
but you'd only bring niggas 'pain' . . If it was 9ice's spouse/
I'd be glad to be pumping ya chick/ if her style is lovely and sleek/
but if her clit aint tight enough . . I wont be offering ma d¡ck/
I'm an illuminating figure/
I rap with ease . . while you doing it with rigour/
but if they say 'you're on ya pic' . . then you must be viewing ya picture/
You just recycling old over-used bars/ saying ya flows rush like new taps/
but you still would have no 'frees' of ya own . . stuffing ya quotes into coolers!/
The gäy is a dead swine/ how many times is he gon' wordplay with headlines?/
e'rything 'bout him is so phoney . . I'm sure he has a fake intestine!/
He keeps spitting with lies/ always repeating his lines/
Plus hes also slacking . . I think his bars are mixing with lime!/
I keep beefing the swine/ cos hes nothing but a bleeping dumb guy/
. . . And we'd never hear the truth . . If we "let the sliping dawg lie"!!/
This homie/ is lonely/ and hes awkwardly bonely/
plus hes sociably timid . . he'd only hook up a chick . . If he was fishing at a poultry/
Lets get the details aright/ ya lifes filled with pain and strife/
You cant spit döpe . . to save ya life/
He can't be harder/ when his bars is wacker/
if claims to be the son . . I'm his father/
I pack attackers/ to blast the maga/
I bring Hazard to his team . . thats the Matter/
Hes not a man/ his drops are bland/
so you must have ya mouth on ya díçk . . blowing ya self . . If you think you got a fan!/
If they remember me . . then its cos I'm simply the illest/
but if he gets remembered . . then it means hes the weakest!/

mikuz: I don't mean to talk with distaste/ but this guy is a phucking disgrace/

Coz ah've taken oven diz place/
I play my role tight.. the main concentration in his plays/
Itz no new thing yhu hate.. Itz part of the race/
bt dnt dare sleak.. He'l leave diz plaintashun boy frustrated like 2face/
When i spit two-glocks../ i git two-box..
Dat means am stinkin rich. Wid a pocket deep of bucks/
Broke niqqa. U wuldnt help ya poverty even if u were on wheels/
Tha truest mc.. Even ikechukwu knows my lyrics "kills"/
i still claim to be the son/ plus the sickest one.//
And am DON like SIMON.. Whyle u a bbitch virgin like none/
Yu only the "FATHER" if u tryna impersonate dat fool//
Sshitty niqquh.. U tired of sitting on ya stool?//
U might think u ill with tha dissing//
Buh apparently u gat wack bars like u applied d wrong keys in//
Yhu da reason why google complains f rhymes missing//
Plus u wuldnt flow smooth even if ya bars greasing//
he might think he BALLz-LYK-KANU/
bt i'l b quick 2 CALL-D-ALUU, leave the fool death so he sees his "SPIRIT" lyk first aid drug//
And u'll only be my match if u are a rug//
U'l answer d call of death if diz demon dailz ya digit//
Coz wat u spit/ shows u aint lyricaly fit//
U can do all ya press-up behind bars.. Buh u'l still be counterfeit//
it's no doubt u're super whack even wen u bite//
i'll make wave that'll flush u outta this site//
punchin' u with lyrical imagery that'll leave u lookin' like u got knocked outta fist fight//
With ya brains multiplied by 18 u still wont be diz tight//
from the way u're feelin' this blaze i can tell u're hot (hurt)//
the difference between u & sleak is am ill u're not(nut)//
ya bars against the god is ignore cos u're blasphemin'//
So git yaself busy wit ibime or u wanna "blast femi?"//
Trading bars with sleak aint welcome.. Try maria/
Or best choose another career/
He can't measure verse! To the chest' without a 'treasure search, I'll give this 'punk chores {Punctures}//
The pressure lurch, been watchin ya wack drops bt still cant see a better "picture"//
Everytin about u lame/ even ya tourney's name//
to add it up, yhu aint gat game//
Ion administer fake poo/I aint the next big teen//
am the bomb....... sorta boko-haram twin/
Ya tourney would been the wackest if nat for sleak//
Coz only "I" dropped it sick//
Diz bbitch is more confused than 2go smiley//
How come we dint git a winner/ sup wid ya plans planz ddickride on ya on tourney?//
the punchline kid knows he's ddope and ur wack//
Only time u "come hard" is when u hit ddick with airwack//
One

This kid is mad . . he talks like his age is 14/
Days back he was calling ninjas wack . .
. . . now hes crying all over the place . . saying we hating on him/
I dont wanna know who he bit . . .
. . . or whose method he bring/
my punches would still be breaking his chin/
Ibime is ill . . but I come first . . and hes second to me/
Mikuz is blessed with cool raps/ but It wont take a seer to tell his too wack/
If he ever X-ed a rapper . . It must be the one on his PS 2 pad/
I spit tight flows/ that inexplicably spike foes/
lyrically you the one un-'fit' like toes/
What cheap trash this muggin wont say?/
You Don like Simon, plantesun boy frustated like 2face?/
You've rapped about 2go star and smiley about a zillion times . . You just a good waste/
Its obviously plain you wack/ you're a big disgrace to rap/
Is none the only wordplay you have?/
You get bled with matchet/ cos You dont vent with talent/
At your age you still wordplaying nut with not . .putting 'em in brackets?/
What sleakid should know/ is that hes so weak with the flow/
He doesnt type for gurus . . he writes for his fellow kids in 2go/
You come hard? . . rarely/ doing blasphemy with blast femi/
Your wordies never connect . . In rap you lack every/
Son you get enclosed in a coffin/ cos you absolutely disgusting/
You're the bomb this . . You're the bomb that . . Boy you unequivocally boring/
Don't you have other writtens to ink?/
must you keep repeating one thing?/
You have a very big problem . . and it isnt funny/
Now hes saying "ball like kanu" . . . next he'll spit "ball like Yusuf"/
Or "ball like Okocha" . . . Is this brother a göof?/
What the heck are you saying? Trading bars with me aint welcome?/
Don't know which you worse at . . either skills in spelling or comprehension!/

Theres always a first time....
Ibime... Mikuz.. Dj5naira.... Sleak.. I greet y'all

Thou chose to spar...The way i'll 'take u out' easily.. Y'all think he was my girlfriend/.. My punches rarely miss/ but his puns barely hit/ like iceprince i'll be spewing 'more'..e Kelly beats'/ u'll be bemused.. I'll be gearing../ i'll be 'driving' thin vets to their grave....raheem 'steer-lean' /i'm 'bad'.. Michael jackson would say better/ A rude ninja..Who slays wella/ i stand on my 'console'... So i'll be ontop of ma 'game'/ i've got skills to die for.../ am way above your level nigga...try more!/ i ball smooth..To despise ya octopus flows.. So your 'ten-tackles' wud bring me down/ the king is found/ of course i wield the crown/ i'm the type to take the 'book of constitution' to the gym.. Just to 'exercise' ma rights/ with pointy spears to mesmerise ya knights/ ah cop fly kicks./ so wacks no eva try diss/ i'm 'in charge' of these low live/ i might be a 'newbee'.. But my stings xperienced/ so Gees best be tensed/ i'm always high..If i eva 'see-low'...Must be when i cloned the plump R&B artist../

Daphantom: Ibime... Mikuz.. Dj5naira.... Sleak.. I greet y'all

Welcome aboard son.

Ma phone beeped me/ so I picked the Call of Duty/
All I see . . . bitches, with pink p.ussies/
Funky vets . . with faulty raps/ flourishin' with nursery rhymes/ Humpty Dumpty!/
No Wee Puns, you got no arms like . . an amputee/
Buzzin' . . Bankin' on where he reps to help him, PH Bee!/
I pen Celine puns . . that make heads Think Twice 'fore they get 'em/
Pork dealer . . even City folks know you only GotHam!/
First off, im Tom & your Jerry . . not Springer/
dj5 spits iller as I get sicker/
Y'all bush babies/ bitchin' like bevies of ladies/
Out of 8 barz you dropped/ none worked, inshort . . you flopped/
Even a broken clock works, it is correct two times daily/ oops, did he understood that? Perhaps, maybe!/
I been there/ truth is, I groomed BIME/
IBIME would never be where he's without ME/
He just a local nonentity or 'Ibi' / when translated in native english!/
Watch him Google that ish . . to comeback here and start spewin' rubbish/
A picture is certainly worth more than a thousand words/
Now WITH THIS . . . don't I deserve more than an applause?!/

he must think he's tougher/ with da craps he offer//
And to be frank/ the pro gat no rank//
Naw u saying yhu "come first" and ibime second//
Yhu done ffuckin in private.. u wanna compete in public?//
Shamefool fool.. Yhu ssuck like having ya mouth on ibime//
And Lord forgive me if dissin a ffag is a crime//
Diz pro shuld be killed.. And have his blood spilled//
For habouring craps/ and callin em raps//
Ya punches break chin/ dats a line we've repeated seen//
Plus itz wack/ so why drop it back?//
It aint no wordplay wen i talked about "blast femi"//
So between u and sleak who's wack? tell me//
Ur quick to bore us with flows/ bbitch deal wid ya street enemies.. U too wack to have foes//
Coz u gat few words to drop/ u think u rap? U flop//
Every of my post is feverish.. Coz itz ffucking hot//
And sleak is sick.. if u dnt likey so what?//
Am still the son.. I light up the thread//
Mike u aint gat lines.. goto bed//
Ibime is lame.. The fool only gat fame//
So if u say he's ill.. Then ffuck u.. Coz ur next in line.. Like standin on a queue//
See mehn i,ve got more delivery than FEDex/ no vex//
But my lyrics sweet pass raw ssex//
I aint no "father of rap"./. Am RAP//
To digg whats made of me.. I hadda spit simple lines to the tender learner//
At my age am still bursting diz tight/
When i grow old, i'l ffuck KIM and stil keep a clean style like white//
Always talking about pun/ but we see u doing none//
bla bla wack sheep. Who da eff wordplayed "didier"//
boy am lyk ya kidsco channel.. Watch me and learn. Coz d race for naija sickest mc, U go see "me their"//
I hadda put that sshit in bracket/ have it leaked" like baskets//
Coz u too wack decipher/ especially lines from the-viper//
still ask simon/ am don/ plus i'l be done/ wen i finish slayin d wack for fun//
Like repenters, have him "burn again" d way am spittin fire//
U must be a liar/ to say i aint dope and higher//
Count my flows and rate em one by one/ certified vet/
Even naeto-c grade I ten over ten//
Yhu cant pen diz big even if u develop notorious fingers//
Am still leading.. U and ibime just low live ninjas
One

I script rhymes thats more religious than the Quran/
but this kid is having no fan/
he'd only deliver . . If he worked as a postman!/
Nigga is a spook jest/ planning to ruin his life by battling with true heads/
His papa must be ashamed . . cos at his little age . . he yapping 'bout crude s3x!/
You aint yet worthy to spar/ you'll only get tortured with scars/ cos you apparently not up to the par/
saying Ibimes lame but got fame . . tells of what a dumb that you are!/
I bleed this bagger/ Strip him like Gaza/
Hes monosyllabic . . . he'll only drop a 'Mall-T' . . If he was in a plaza!/
Hes a lyricism disaster/ dissing his master/
Hes got no fucking cred/ so before hes dead/ he better call the meds/
He might slash the Wrestler with a hatchet . . and his raps still wont be on the cutting Egde!/
Its no lie you lack wits/
You got only one style you rap with/
You force every of ya line . . you catfish!/
In primary school he bribed his aunties/ to move up to the next/
Now you rhyming "fedex" with "no vex" . . Ya diction and eloquence are all in a mess!/
Aint tryna insult him/ but his creative skill is appalling/
Everything about his new ish is faulting/
He never could run sh¡t . . the best he could do is jogging/
So its best the faker dispatch/ when I spray shells from far/
Ya girl cant let go . . cos like 'stadiums' . . my d¡ck 'stay-dear' to her!/

i dey church. Just wait fah me. Na me and u fah nairaland

mikuz: I script rhymes thats more religious than the Quran/
but this kid is having no fan

dhen waht am i?
#k0nFuze.

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