first of all, my gun cocks for action, on that second joint it leaves u wit fractures/
a WHOLE you to me is less than some negative FRACTIONS/ Mailmalc

i''mma end your life wit a sentence so u'll be gettin a life sentence/
for real, this retrenched clone of a nigga is gon die of high pretence/ Mailmalc

I'll leave ya face shattered n' have u buried in Alaska underneath the tuck of cold ice
Apparently that cud be the only chance for u Coming To America like Eddie Murphy/Menike

eraze your existence like 'that sixth vector leaves you on a weak network/Mailmalc

I don't gotta throw a punchline towards u cusz nigga u is a blind mice
Do ya Nairaland career n' never battle menike, that way u remain cute n' nice/Menike

call me a "Pen" muderer as i'm about to draw an ink to murder menike/
Bleep violence, i'll make sure my punches and his face unite/Mailmalc

ain't Seun but for comin against me i'mma give u a straight ban/
like micro u spit soft, i swing shots, so lyrically u's gon be a waste man/Mailmalc

You just a blindman seeking 4 drivers lisence/
like horror movies ma lyrics keeps u in suspense/Alexpissu

When i spit/u be catching your blood as raindrops/Alexpissu

Word on the site/Menike is a child withno childhood/Alexpissu

test this womanliness with no testis. . ./
you better brace yourself like you needed a new dentist/Wordsmith

Wordsmith is like a blind man sexing/u just dnt know who u fcking wt/BOLAJIBAOK

only time your fans will ever 'cheer' u/is if i put u in a wheelchair/BOLAJIBAOK

my rap title is like boomerang/no matter how u steal it,it keeps returning back to me/BOLAJIBAOK

my rap title is like boomerang/no matter how u steal it,it keeps returning back to me/BOLAJIBAOK

Wordsmith uz like barbie/a "dollard" who wud still process at the speed of pentium Zero/BOLAJIBAOK

that divine status i achieve at. . ./
. . .handles this B[ee] like Akeelah /Wordsmith

kiss a verse like Jada, that gun locks [lox] with a clip on u/
hot 16's be the shit, my Styles P[ee] on u/Wordsmith

been the shit since u wore them pampers. . .bring the heat//
with a 16 this sick, lyrically gbade known to be a fiend with clips/Wordsmith

got me asking who's the womanliness between you two/
oh well, i guess we got siamese holes with a clit or two/Wordsmith

i let the mic test you whenever i let loose/
bless fools with that lyrical tek- ooze/Wordsmith

put a 'lip-gloss' on his head so i can 'make up' his mind.
Leave his blood stains on the wall after i break up his spine./Sauron

Depicting you are the shit, but yet to show any proof of this
U make the MIC look like tampax, A p'ussy with its lips on it./Sauron

I spit fire from my diaphragm/ and burn ya entire clan/
Im rich bitch!. . . you clean windows. . . like a virus scan!/Ibime

I rap terrific/ You act prolific/ but lack specifics/
I factor physics . . . and ya plastic lyrics . . . are past their elastic limit!/Ibime

Bounced from the hall of fame for biting with no remorse/
He cant get in. . . so he circles the entrance. . . like revolving doors!/ Ibime

Son, just smash ya computer/ and dismantle ya router/
Even Akinyuli would struggle. . . . rebranding this loser!/ Ibime

I’m strong enough to throw a boulder/ over my shoulder/
So battling him is no lottery. . . . it’s a rollover!/Ibime

He’s a forlorn flop/ and Im a sure shot/
He’s a negative bet. . . like DOW traders tryna short stocks!/Ibime

I use history to emphasize this prag is a phoney
Watch ma knuckles 'french-kiss' his jaw in holy matrimony./Sauron

He is Manolo, i am Tony. . . .leave a Scar in his Face and he spews more baloney
With your siblings mourning, your spouse's in me bed while u in hell lonely./Sauron

First of all I-Shine, I'm-a give u three reasons why u'r edible/:
Cos u'r a PIECE OF CAKE, a womanliness and a VEG'TABLE!/Po Deep

U'r da mirror image of a vagina//. Wackness defines ya,
even "BROKEN RECORDS" wouldnt sign ya!!/Po Deep

This dude drops good punchlines only when he's telling a joke./
His dumbass would probably wanna 'pay me back', someone please tell him he's broke!/Po Deep

Almost thought u was a womanizer cos u always get 'BOOs'/
I-shine, you shine? The only thing you shine is my shoes./Po Deep

P*ssy systematically hauled me back into rap battle/
Sat~is~fy(phi) his curiosity, just to make him my chattel/I-Shine

High off 99~BOTTLES~OF~GULDER, now he is screaming I~GOT~99 PROBLEM/
Yea I know the bitch ain’t part of your problem like Hova~don’t sing the anthem/I-Shine

Dropped him and roll over the nigga without warning/
Couldn’t make his girl scream, it seems Po’s thing is malfunctioning/I-Shine

read that Kama Sutra and you still can't Bleep with the 'Smith/Wordsmith

your future's empty, ain't none can get this fool past me/*
'cause only time u flow is when you bleed a tsunami off your p*unani/Wordsmith

Lemme rearrange your ribcage like a 12 gauge at close range.
Ya rhymes are pre-stone age, vacuous like the rants of a mentally deranged./Hannibal

You pussies are playing hide n seek with your tongues.
I knock the enamel out of ya gums, and suck life out of ya lungs./Hannibal

Ok, first round and y'all fixed the 'smith with a misfit?/
lol, don't need NIPOST, i simply mail malc his defeat/Wordsmith

while i'm a Beast on the mic, Flowshow thinks u're Beauty on 'em poles/
male ho with a difference, u's a cutie with a hole/Wordsmith

i spit lines so ill, my verses scream "Heal me Lord Jesus!"/
the 'smith known to wreck amplifiers and give mics seizures/Wordsmith

take it from me, u wacker than bolaji at his illest, beta u use it/
he remains the symbol for wackness, u's the S I unit/Wordsmith

u starving to upgrade from a word-less being - when 'i reign supreme'/
knock ya (Nokia) senses out - make 'em of no use like a phoneless sim/Mailmalc

i'mma 'wreck' your verbal impact like a 'richman gone~poor'/
ma sweet punchlines punches hard so 'your weak rhymes turn~sour/Mailmalc

mailmalc goes~in~style more or less wordsmith is a ho~wit~pride/
wackness want to groom u nigga i bet you so fit to play~the~bride/Mailmalc

your wackness is so hardened that i could feel it in your palms/
similar to sand 'your intelligence barely weigh an Ounce/Mailmalc

you underclass~ho comin against a pro- wit those ass~flow/
shit son, a *lil info - i'll get u destroyed wit weapons of mass~blow/Mailmalc

wordsmith 'd deceased emcee
is on 'd RUN like 'd rapper DMC/Mailmalc

It's the second rounds. . .Bleep that, i spit rounds in seconds/
lyk Wu, i got 36 chambers of slug metal, u can't sweat the method/Wordsmith

i spit so ill, it's a wonder my tongue ain't the disease/
you spit so wack, it's a miracle you ain't yet deceased/Wordsmith

on text, i back that grammar when i jack that hammer/
spark that anger when i spank that wanksta/Wordsmith

lyk bolaji sellin' his nuts on the gay stock exchange, u dnt have the balls to win/
beta call gbade the Killah Priest, with this lyrical murda, this be a call to sin/Wordsmith

i stays fly as ever, u know gbade sticks with the latitude/
Dre musta had a NWA ho version, 'cause u's a Bitch with an Attitude/Wordsmith

After one battle they king me/ cuz their old record I smashed with quick speed
Mac could break a record[i/] . . . only . . . if he [i]cracked a CD[i/]/Streetwize

step over toilets to display your shit/your like a minor in a major league/
u gon need a tailor quick cos i leave u wit broken moments like taylor swift/Mailmalc

D delusion here/S dat I done lost my cool
dat I'm too chicken to cow dis dude. . . but its all cock and bull/Streetwize

Mac got inspiration/ when divination/ foretold his spar with me comin in
But i'll show him a sine's really a curs . . . seen from a different point of origin/Streetwize

r ma win u to your game even if u play the ref in this feat/
my verse is a guideline to beat street like i template his defeat/Mailmalc

Holy Christ! . , /r ma empty your brains like putting a hole inside/
punchlines hittin your face/ nw watch your Nose decide . . /Mailmalc

his jaws i clap fast, clamp it then mail it back wit no stamps/
u deliver flows right into my trash can ooops! u's such a bad postman/Mailmalc

like infant kids, u could either crawl or sit /. . but u just can't stand this/
u wouldn't get past this/ war boundary even wit passports from UN peace councils/Mailmalc

seriously your lyrics don't hurt me as if i've got analgesia/
like withlows i infect your fingers/make 'em shun (Sean) keys like 'Kingston nd Alicia'/Mailmalc

You could bet-ya-computer/ that Ill lecture-this-loser/
and Ill make you owe PC. . . like June 12 election-disputers!/Ibime

I climb fences/ and steal one of your five senses/
so you couldn’t scope a chick. . . not even with fine lenses/Ibime

My speech so sick/ but I keep it on a d-lo tip/
Pride comes before a fall. . . and Ill make ya ego trip!/Ibime

You have no idea how to rap/
Ya rhymes lack identity. . . . like Jay Z. . . . with No I.D on the track!/Ibime

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Wordsmith is like a blind man sexing/u just dnt know who u fcking wt/BOLAJIBAOK

only time your fans will ever 'cheer' u/is if i put u in a wheelchair/BOLAJIBAOK

my rap title is like boomerang/no matter how u steal it,it keeps returning back to me/BOLAJIBAOK

did wordsmith ever battle bolajibroke