Crude:

Intro; Hey It;s still Cavern Castle Tower Rap Control Centre. . . U na mean dowg?!  Hahahahahahahahahaha Nairaland stand up, it's some palicide i'ma about to commit in hurr. . . . .let's go. . . . .

[b]Yo,


I'm the lynx that'll invoke jinx on this Old thing n watch him Sink
Cut his links, have him lynched, n grin at him like it's high jinks
"Gimme watcha got?" Son i can't manage ur voluminous gabbage
Skip adage, ur prezzie'll be Scroll of bandage laced on Band-Aid
I'm a Sage, at ma lyrical age, u murkin me is a whole lotza mirage
U's ravaged because i'm so savage, do somthn but don't rattle ma cage
It's a new phase, it'll take Oldman eternity to synchronize with us
Listen up cuzz, runnin the light than pop at jake is ur only recourse
This pansy mistook the mic for some dicks, so he grab it n sucks
How he gon deliver when he's so verile n as weak as he comes(Cums)
Under his very nose i'ma School the pupil out of his eye
He go red faced, like a fancy spec, he's gon wear the black eye
To stop ma overhead torrid spit from balding u, son get a topee
Can i borrow u a vowel, or is ur tongue permanently torpid?
Watch it, ma multis are grubby n gruffly set to forfeit ur lyrical gutsy
Next time he this lame bunny moves is on a gurney out of this tourney[/b]


it's Crude ya'll. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

chamotex:

Sauron will get gassed up like Sprite, withdraw him from the limelight cuzz ma bars are tight
“Two wrongs don’t make a right”, so I got sprung on ice cuzz i'm twice as nice
Never been violent, got so much adrenalin to kick ass, dude my temple’s called Shaolin
Discharging all the violence wouldn’t move me; my bars are steel (still) like the strings on a violin
Call the medics the battleground’s about to get hectic, Sauron’s gon’ need high volumes of Anti-septic
Like the evolution of the matrix, my reloaded antics will supply you with chaotic death metrics
I can taste the sweetness of this victory, your flows lack fitness, and I'm going to leave you defenceless
I’m so relentless, Chamotex will make you testify to his greatness, can I get a witness?
Hit you like a plank, make you shoot blanks cuzz this evidence proves you’re a waste of sperm
I aint got the time for ass bummers, it’s obvious you ride a d.ick better than you can rhyme
I rep the endz where ‘wastemans’ get buoyed & buoyed ‘mans’ end up at waste endz, for reala
So retreat the click and the trigger, Chamotex is slick and bigger, the thrilla in manila, you loser!
I must admit your rhymes are tight cuzz you’s a Virgin but I’m your boss so call me Mr. Branson
My lines are on point like a pencil, lyrics so technical and clinical with exquisite close control but I'm not Messi (messy)
My flows throw you Spears like(Britney), I don’t spare cats with a weak fea-ther-line (Federline)
Like Christmas presents, Sauron just got wrapped up, so who’s next up? Wana burst more pipelines



_{*drops the mic on the floor and walks off the stage with swag*}

chamotex:

Sauron will get gassed up like Sprite, withdraw him from the limelight cuzz ma bars are tight
“Two wrongs don’t make a right”, so I got sprung on ice cuzz i'm twice as nice
Never been violent, got so much adrenalin to kick ass, dude my temple’s called Shaolin
Discharging all the violence wouldn’t move me; my bars are steel (still) like the strings on a violin
Call the medics the battleground’s about to get hectic, Sauron’s gon’ need high volumes of Anti-septic
Like the evolution of the matrix, my reloaded antics will supply you with chaotic death metrics
I can taste the sweetness of this victory, your flows lack fitness, and I'm going to leave you defenceless
I’m so relentless, Chamotex will make you testify to his greatness, can I get a witness?
Hit you like a plank, make you shoot blanks cuzz this evidence proves you’re a waste of sperm
I aint got the time for ass bummers, it’s obvious you ride a d.ick better than you can rhyme
I rep the endz where ‘wastemans’ get buoyed & buoyed ‘mans’ end up at waste endz, for reala
So retreat the click and the trigger, Chamotex is slick and bigger, the thrilla in manila, you loser!
I must admit your rhymes are tight cuzz you’s a Virgin but I’m your boss so call me Mr. Branson
My lines are on point like a pencil, lyrics so technical and clinical with exquisite close control but I'm not Messi (messy)
My flows throw you Spears like(Britney), I don’t spare cats with a weak fea-ther-line (Federline)
Like Christmas presents, Sauron just got wrapped up, so who’s next up? Wana burst more pipelines



_{*drops the mic on the floor and walks off the stage with swag*}

Ibime:

Here's my verse against Knife. . . .


I’m very polite, I’ll show dude-some-respect/
I’ll even pull his chair out. . . . with a noose-on-his-neck/
You bore-us-with-weak-text/ Nairaland won’t fall-for-ya B.S/
So voters’ll give you the W. . . . along-with-the T.F.!
This Niger-Delta nigga be taking women hostage/
but if ya chick says she’s tied up. . . believe, she’s into bondage!/
Her cookie jar is open and we all-been-in-it/ even Sauron-hit-it/
She got a V.I.P pass. . . . at the abortion-clinic!!/
Lets determine-facts/ Skill is what this urchin-lacks /
I’d give him a 'taste of his medicine'….but I couldn’t write a verse-that-wack!/
You need proper ventilation/ Your lyrics are suffocating /
Got ya lungs and chest aching. . . .'cus my rhymes are breathtaking!/
So ‘pay’ homage to a vet. . . and bring my cheque/
Before I choke you with a phoneline. . . . and[i] ‘wring’ your neck[/i]/
Ask you rhetorical questions, so trying to answer-my-diss/
first requires-this-kid to stop and quietly-think . . . . "Am I a gay or a bitch?"

~Sauron~:

I feel terrible doing this to ma homie but damn. . . . .He gotta go, he gotta go!!!
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When Sauron grabs the mic, friendly oceans don't "flow this nice"
Chamotex wouldn't keep his game tight even if he gets in bed with a poltergeist.

Son, you're overhyped. . . . I'll swing a soldier scythe twice your shoulder height
To knock your head rollin like dolomite's poker dice on overdrive!!

I ma get u scissored-trimmed n smashed by my unfadeable rhythm
Chamo AIN'T NO PLAYA, he couldn't get nookie from inflatable women.

Ya concept: I thunk it was a crossword puzzle at first, just a jumbled-up cluster of words
To make things worse, if I gave you boxes u still couldn’t structure your verse

Nigga, everyone knows what’s in store though, this is a War Zone, no?
Giving you a sore throat, amateurs like you are only successful in softcore Indecency

Your italics won’t help what your verse lacks, i am ripping through you with pure facts
This dose should be enough to cover your relapse, your flow is trash, sounds like a slurred track

I am a higher voltage than "cham" can transfer, got you running headless like a hamster
Your "intro" is sad but this is a disaster, when you black-out just remember Hannibal is the answer

I'm leaving this bantam with heavy-weight scars, you would never top my second-rate bars
Have you screaming: "Yes Sir Sarge, respecting the stars, the way i wreck-n-“take charge”.

~Sauron~:

I feel terrible doing this to ma homie but damn. . . . .He gotta go, he gotta go!!!
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When Sauron grabs the mic, friendly oceans don't "flow this nice"
Chamotex wouldn't keep his game tight even if he gets in bed with a poltergeist.

Son, you're overhyped. . . . I'll swing a soldier scythe twice your shoulder height
To knock your head rollin like dolomite's poker dice on overdrive!!

I ma get u scissored-trimmed n smashed by my unfadeable rhythm
Chamo AIN'T NO PLAYA, he couldn't get nookie from inflatable women.

Ya concept: I thunk it was a crossword puzzle at first, just a jumbled-up cluster of words
To make things worse, if I gave you boxes u still couldn’t structure your verse

Nigga, everyone knows what’s in store though, this is a War Zone, no?
Giving you a sore throat, amateurs like you are only successful in softcore Indecency

Your italics won’t help what your verse lacks, i am ripping through you with pure facts
This dose should be enough to cover your relapse, your flow is trash, sounds like a slurred track

I am a higher voltage than "cham" can transfer, got you running headless like a hamster
Your "intro" is sad but this is a disaster, when you black-out just remember Hannibal is the answer

I'm leaving this bantam with heavy-weight scars, you would never top my second-rate bars
Have you screaming: "Yes Sir Sarge, respecting the stars, the way i wreck-n-“take charge”.

Ibime:

This Niger-Delta nigga be taking women hostage/
but if ya chick says she’s tied up. . . believe, she’s into bondage!/
Her cookie jar is open and we all-been-in-it/ even[b] Sauron-hit-it/[/b]

FLOWSHOW:

sauron thats the wackest piece of thrash i have heard in my life
how can u consult a dictionary and post big big words like this ? na u be chris okotie

chamotex has won, chamo i didnt know u had sick punchlines and multis like this

chamotex:

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I’m so relentless, Chamotex will make you testify to his greatness, can I get a witness?

~Sauron~:



I am a higher voltage than "cham" can transfer, got you running headless like a hamster
Your "intro" is sad but this is a disaster, when you black-out just remember Hannibal is the answer

Ibime:


You need proper ventilation/ Your lyrics are suffocating /
Got ya lungs and chest aching. . . .'cus my rhymes are breathtaking!/

tosinadeda:

i'll go with chamotex
sauron abeg reduce the vocab, make everybody understand

tosinadeda:

funny sauron i think u sound more like a mode9 that u hate!!!!!