CLASSIFYD:

U guys shld quit dis tourney nd reorganize a new 1.

CLASSIFYD:

U guys shld quit dis tourney nd reorganize a new 1.

Nigga please/The only time you’ll kick an ill verse is wiv a deflated football
mess you all/ manickal’z the nigga that bringz an end to yer windfall//
With manik abilities/ manickal bringz about yer lyrical disabilities
This aint Nigerian politicz/ I’m sure to keep true with my promises//
I’m loving this/ watch me diss ye hypocrites like Jesus to the Sadducees
You iz a fallacy/ you're so mis-concepted/ yo’ momma musta had vaginitis//
Or candidiasis/ which “the mess” ever/ mess with me/ I bathe you in ether
You’ll be highly flammable/ I spit fire at you and you burn for.ever//
I make you feel the agonies of hell even before you face the final judgment
This lyrical Deity condemns you to an eternity of stupidity and wackness//
I got the guts to back this/ motherfu.cker/ I don’t just shoot for target practice
My mouth is tha gun/ my lyrics the bullet/ homie, get ready to be in past tense//
I’m blood thirsty/ call me the sanguinary nigga/ or the lyrical vampire
I bring a chainsaw to a fist fight/ i massacre y’all and claim this rap empire//
Manickal’z getting higher/ while you stay down/ like the heavens were upside-down
Nigga lose the frown/ the circus’z in town/ nobody wants to come see an angry clown//

There's the beginning and the end, and what goes on in between
your creation and ur death, my journey beneath your skin
Im the God in ur life, thus I present the sh!t u dream
Can see the light ahead? That's the pearly gates, it isn't a floodlight beam
I see you and u and ur clan underground, burrowing like lil moles
and everytime I speak, I see y'all scurry down y'alls lil holes
You heard the lyrics was coming cold, hope u got urself a winter coat
Cos I come in the night, when ur shi-ver-ing in the cold
not as a theif, but f!ck it, i'm dressed in all black
to see to ur demise and comfort ur mourning wife
I come with no guns, no swords no jagged knife
but with a razor-sharp tongue to dice up ur lil life
I'm like a high-powered vibrator, f!cking up ur lil life
it's just me and u homes, i'm goin f!ck up ur life
cos ain't nobody 'coming', you can scream all that u want
and ain't no running nowhere you dead piece of wrinkled cunt

Jassie ain't no BUlly but am about to shit on this NETpuCEE
When am thru diSSIN, i'll leave you stinking like a rotten Efo EleguSI!
So Silly, your're wacker than the naked Obasanjo doing a BOOGY!
CONGRATS RAT! that's an award for lines weaker than Blakky's ROSY/ Got ma Great GrandMa so PISSED/ she had to say 'WOO ME'!(If you can)
Brain so dark, was thinking you got painted with a Japanese Sumi/ Oro e ti Sumi/ thats yoruba, Sue me!

KrAYOla be vexING cos I got her AYOing! You got a dick but I wrote 'her' cos you're still bitchING/How did u get IN/ this ain't yor regular Nairaland iNN/Get in the SIN BIN/Or betterstill the RECYLE BIN/You need some changING the changING being the RECYCLING/You're getting some Rhyme-Dissing/ even when you're ageING/ You're still gonna Reminisce this RYHME-NISCING!

Ain't no GibbeRISH/ This is rapGLISH/ A type of English influenced by Yiddish/ Got it? YINGLISH!/ Now u got a flopped ISH! Mr. KRAY-fish!
You're so local, I gats u hollerin 'THIS GUY NA BISSH (bitch)' Try to COPY me BITCH! cos ma lines no be BEANS!

KRY'ol'A don't KRY! cos J's lines make u wanna DIE! But it ain't no crime if only you could TRY! Now go drink with a straw from tha whole RIVER NILE!
Lil boi, I gats lyrics sharper than an Axe! Didn't mama warn you against battling MC's with puchlines thicker than her ASS?
Motherfucker I guessed rightY/ your kete kete father made you a son of a donkeY!
That makes u an ASS/ Mouth so stinky, I can't even letchu kiss on ma ASS!
KRYola Kry ON/ your tears be a big turn ON/Your flows ain't even strong enough for ma hard ON/Name so Immature am thinking you need a KRAYon!
You's like an alien, Kick your ass out where u belong like planet KRYpton! Damn! I'm Swaggered out like Kanye but I'm more of a Don!


I'm OUT!!!

A battle ain’t shit to me but a chicken wing
I rattle ur cage (rib) wit d rage I’m deliverin
I'm d juvenile type, that’s been eluding the hype
u're just delusional, would u know what to do with a mic?

u aint know? the truth is, I'm so ruthless
u wanna see proof? shit! knock u toothless
rappin ain’t for goofs, u're required to use sense
u ain't a rapper, dude, u're a public nuisance

U lucky that we typin this shit, and not spittin
cause when I spit, u gon feel like ur wrist need splittin
I'm a lone roamin beast, do my own killin
ur gay ass needs assists, like MJ did Pippen

You got the wrong negro, u're bleeped!! amigo
Ur lame rhymes full of zeros, I'm a superhero
Ur lines disgust the hos, u're a joke, u get dumped
mine creep up their nose, like coke, they get bleeped!!
Holla @ ur boy!!!!!

this might look nice buddy but its a start of bad times for u,
drawing u agnst me is like getn IV 2 com get HIV.
If only u ad chekd ma Cv, u wouldnt av dare 2 reciv it.
And nw dat u in it i'm gonna let u feel it lik u comin 4 a visit in the sun.

Always fear an Agent 47 with an Ak47 cus i take ma shots right 'MYkal' and its always on target. So i'm ready to hit boy if u act a fagot, ready to eat boy if u act a carrot.

Steady flow pumpin, do u kno what i'm talkinabt? Nigga betr watchout or u might be washed out, u don't get 2 blame cus u'l be blazin in flames.

U think u got rep in this rap game but now i' ma make u go panic cus i'l get u reckd in d rapgame like titanic.

I'm hot like magma- do u wanna touch?
I send signals like an highvoltage wire, u don't wanna near me, if i was U.S.A, u'l be like togo so, the the gods must be crazy for bringin u against me.

C i'm a rapstar, but when i throw punchlines 2 knock punks like u, they call me a boxer, ferocious attacks mk em call me a wankstar
thrown spiritual &lyrical punches 2 knock u off ur crouches
trust me buddy cus all u'l see is yellow, cus first u r gona yel, and then u go down low like a bitch in an orgasm


i breathe fire when i rap, u could call me a dragon
since u lame in ur raplines i'll call u a rap-baron
dumb still lookin i'ma call u a rap slowpoke
don't run buddy cus it only has just begon &its xpctd 4 d DON 2 get ur ass Done.

F.- hmmm i smell chicken & its sure 2be Mykali, nobody leaked ur cover, u should kno i kno u r a chickn
yes i kno we both Mcees and not enemies, there is no turning around now its all for the tourny, Now u r cornered and i'm gonna chip ma bullets in u.

This nigga aint no netcee, i caught him at a gentleman's club ''pole dancing''
He think he fancy so he'll be wearing them tights like Michael Jackson
Thatz classic. they both share a lot in common apart from break dancing
The only reason he's still a Virgin is bcuz he fuckd Richard Branson
My lines pack more of 'em knock out punches like Tyson/before ''the biting''
You come at me and i'll floor you even before the clock starts the counting
I'm no Banky/ but i'm more than Capable to leave you heavily panting
Catch your breath, this race is over, you know its impossible for you to catch me
This bitch'z on panties, with no pads/ that's the way we kno he 'flow'
And the only time he freestyles is when he doin' a backstroke on a ho.
You should kno/ i'm a lyrical PowerHouse, niggaz call me the MYKANO(MIKANO)
The lyrical tornado'z been sinkin' TITANICs on these waters, you iz just a canoe
What the fuc.k do you know? You so wack you got no rhyme styles
and your text-styles are faker than those made in Aba textiles
guess why? itz Cuz your rap style's as dumb as Cassie's new hairstyle
Mykali is (a) superfly/ this rap sh!t aint your forte/ just stick to being a housefly

lalaboi:

[size=28pt]ONE MORE TIME!!!! . . . .PLS. . . . NO ONE SHOULD POST ON THIS THREAD. . . .POST IN THE LOUNGES. . . .THANK YOU[/size]

You dey craze!

lalaboi:

Jassie

KrAYOla be vexING cos I got her AYOing! You got manliness but I wrote 'her' cos you're still bitchING/How did u get IN/ this ain't yor regular Nairaland iNN/Get in the SIN BIN/Or betterstill the RECYLE BIN/You need some changING the changING being the RECYCLING/You're getting some Rhyme-Dissing/ even when you're ageING/ You're still gonna Reminisce this RYHME-NISCING!

D1kelevra: but with a razor-sharp tongue to dice up ur lil life
I'm like a high-powered vibrator, f!cking up ur lil life
it's just me and u homes, i'm goin f!ck up ur life
cos ain't nobody 'coming', you can scream all that u want
and ain't no running nowhere you dead piece of wrinkled cunt

jassie:

go check result for jamb office

lalaboi:

I am so so so so so so so sorry guyz. . . . .I was dulled by the judges. . .Imagine i have 4 judges. . .and only one could send me the results. . . . .

Been thinking about closing the tourney. . . .If you guyyz are still interested. . .i can get new judges and you guyz will battle till you have a final 2. . . . does that make sense??. . .

once again! i am so so so so so so sorry!

manickal:

why don't you try showing us the only result you got from the sole judge bro?