am stepping into d spirit REIM
rolling wit d legends and i think am even killin THEM living life in PARADISE
been there all this while never even REALISE
i make my beds up in d CLOUDS u dont have to whisper just say it LOUD
yeah just call me dark SPADE i was born a star really am not MADE

Your free-style is waq that I don't wanna read it//
Kid you can't spit but atleast you did it//
Too bad,I'm tougher than you,you can't spit at this limit//
Pluz you tripping,and choaking on your gimmics//
Hip hop is for cannibals,you are just a vegitarian//
I spit on you sick on you that you think of non but a vetenerian//
I lyrically invade your space like I'm alian//
You spit so lame you sound like you are di-abled//
Then I hear you flowing like you're traped on an electrical cable//
I make you sound like you are diss your owen record lable//
My style is unstable//
You the type of emcees who see me an hide under the table//
You look like a fake church priest wearing a suit with a red lable//
You're just a waste of my time//
So waq not even with my punch lines//
Immer give you a chace now to go practince more//

You can't rap for shite, dunno why you even bother
Did you steal your 'freestyle' off your grandmomma?
Don't wanna cause no drama, but you rhymes are wack
Been gone for a while, but b*tch, I'm back
Locked up in jail, for lyrical murder
The victim was shite, so I had to hurt her
I'm a rapping genius, history in making
Split the cakes in half, coz they juss keep on baking
I can hulimate you, but you've done that yourself
If you question my skills, then I'll question you mental health
Ain't tryna be cocky, but b*tch, imma legend
My lyrics bring fear, im not a force 2 be reckoned.

"Split the cakes "//
Dude you fake//
Dissing on me was your biggest mistake//
Retards like like you don't survive on my space//
I diss so bad that you drop couple of tears//
I'm like a demon who enter heaven without a fear//
You got no where to run,No where to hide I'm hear//
You don't rap you make lame jokes//
Immer make have stoke//
Immer be back to kill yall waq catz//

Ah yo trip
Yu goin down, dogs

lissen up. lissen up
man, yus musta bin pissin up
I'm the baddest rapper in this game
My lines make others go insane
They so fine
they must be mine

all you punkass wannabe rappers
wit all your fake bling bling
wacked little lines
neva seen the streets or anyfing

You all, would ben beten by cops
crushed like a petal
Give me the props
or feel my metal

Yus thinks you know it all, yu lazy n fat
Keep messin' in NL 'n feel my spiked bat

"lissen up. lissen up
man, yus musta bin pissin up"
Never seen such a horrable verce before//
N!@z like you need to practice more//
You are worthless//
This is hip hop,you belong to the surcus//
You don't have a crew,Its just a bunch of $ucker$//
"I'm the baddest rapper in this game"
Well I'm lyrically insane//
On the mic I leave you raggedy @$$ in pain//
You can't rap,you claim//
If hip hop dies you'd be the one to blaim//
I spit more bars longer than a train//
Step back,give real emcees a space//
You better off singing the amazing grace//
You ani't original,you fake//
You an't waq,you ayt//
So work on you rhymes and punch lines//
Next time you come,bring me a report//
Don't expose your self,this verse is to tight for yo to respond//

Le-Roy, you lil' boy, can't you spell?
Musta skipped kindergarten or sumthin, I can tell
I came outta heaven, but you busted in to hell
Wanna here real rap? Then listen up, coz Imma show you well
Your flow is shite dude, I rather hear your momma stutter
The picture was uncessary, look like you came out of a gutter
I bring punch lines, that get your ass aggravated
Sorry Mr President, you've been reinstated
Callin me a fake, b*tch, your a lil' f*cker
I'm the master of this battle, come on, take cover
B*tch, I juss dissed ur ass, like 123
Get the message asshole don't fu*k wiv me

Listen everybody i got the skills
i'm a juicy girl on a mission to kills
I'm hyper-active, but i don't take pills,
run along little kids you give me the chills
Yes that last paragraph was Corny
thats not whatcha mother sed when i made her Hot
I'm a professional, interlectual, juicy rapper
I aint a chav cos i don't wear burberry or Kappa.
I'm a tru gangsta round my town
anyone wanna peace of me i give em a frown
sorry everybody i don't mean to be aggressive
MY lyrics take over me and make me possessive
you got the message?
i'm outta here, when i come back i want no fear.
do you hear?
I'll shoot you with a shot gun in that corner rite there!

X-Fio this ain't beef,other wise you'd be cooking//
A free-style battle you de one be loosing//
You trying to practice ya waq skill on me//
N!gG2@ I'm the killa be//
You're just a wanna be//
you don't have what it takes to stand against me//
I leave you looking like a demon without a pope//
You try to diss back,you gonna do nun but choke//
Ya next verse be dope,lets hope//
Don't throw jokes,This ain't no comedy session//
Or I'll make a free school to give ya some lessons//
What I do in a free-style,is what takes you to write//
You ayt I'm tyt and you know that I'm right //

Never thought that ya freestyles could be as sh-it as this
I can make all the girls drop and all I give is a kiss
Dissing rhymes all the time, its kinda a habit
Lyrics come to me that, opportunity grabbing
I'm not the back that your stabbing
I'm at the back of it, yo
I'm not the contestant of the game
I'm the fu*king host of the show
My rhymes make your's look sh-it
Imma master, legit
The best father of daughter that you'll ever get
I ain't ready for no drama but I'm down with the hype
Turnin' all the biatches down juss by sayin' "you aint my type"
"Take the apple while its ripe", but its already bitten
Your backside is blown away by the stuff that I've written
My flow is tight as hell, bet you can tell
I come out wid no fear, I dont need no shell
You can't defeat me, you can't beat me
I can lyrically kill you all, but I do it neatly
2011 Nick J ©

Haha, u put the copyright sign, as if sum1's gonna steal it
U may have a good beat, but I just can't feel it
Nick, that name dont match ya face
I bet you feel outta place
Specially coz in a black state, u da only mixed race
Look u wanna act lyk a player, but ur juss a waste
Think all my apples may have juss lost their taste
I look at ya face, Im thinkin is dat guy mexican
Either dat, or boi, u must saudi arabian
U say dnt need a shell, but u need sumthin 2 cover ur face
I read ur lyrics more than once, and all I think is "what a disgrace"
Do us all a favor, get ur backside outta dis place
Better believe this a dream, u shuldn't chase

X-Fio,Its you again//
Dowg you and I ain't the same//
You're a clone,I'm the real copy//
To me you ai'nt nun but a floppy//
I murder you lyrically//
Then you die physically//
If not then you retaliate rediculuslly//
I lyrically stand tall umrilically//
I invade you space astrologically//
I don't only destroy,I damage//
You'r rap style ain't raw but savege//
Agaist me boetie you wont manage//
I'm hip hop's final destination,you're at a stating point//
If I'm the new kid in the block,you're just a tourist//
I git 5 mics and 5 stars you're still a novice//

I get paid for my time,
I don't need to scam to dinne

I get paid for my time,
I don't need to scam to dinne

i throw jabs men with freestyle
hip styled i mite kill ya
ur flows liquid me is hard
not a retard spittin words now can you feel dat
nairaland dollarland choose ur name iraqland
i bombay you men ask them boys im the latest trend

Rank me like am a soldier
Pay homage cos am a king
Listen cos am your priest
Either ways I keep U quiet like am your prophet
Ma rhymes are like axe ready to break U like a piece for picks.
Call me the killer priest cos I leave U neckless with your tounge hanging.

lyrics in so much quantity like dey 4rm a full reservoir, boy i'm even wilder dan a boar. most guys flow primitive mines classic, challenging me is iron challenged by plastic. i'm so die hard- bruce willis, lyrics so strong i'm becoming rap's own hercules. i cause more terror dan suicide bombers, enemies get cleared in dey large numbe rs. i'd run out of lyrics at d dry up of d oceans, rankings always get higher,i'm getting promotions. so fly i'm heading to d sun, bring d scales my flow weighs more dan a ton.

Ah!Yoh yall need a time to practice !sh//
Plus you're the type of cats who star what they can't finish//
I cut yall d*ckis in to uncountable digits//
How can a good emcee have gimmics//
The n!@ with not teeth but still tight lyrics//
Can yall stop rappin couse you trippin//
But even if you practice you'd still be trippin//
Yoh If never bettled clowns and gay rappers before//
Any way Ill give yall a chance to go practice more//

man i ain't heard u talk but u got a real big mouth/ i call u an aardvark coz u got a real big snout/ u're an ice cube- when the temp gets high u just gonn melt/ when i saw ur post, u can't imagine how much pity i felt/ coz u're just a regular specie messin with a hybrid/ so just go play and be a nice kid/ but if u want beef, i prepare it well/ d battle hasn't begun, i'm still waiting to hear d bell/.

Excuse me Lana
Allow me to butt in
You think you're so ill
You need to take a chill pill
You think you're exempt?
Please show some respect
Your thoughts are unclear
All hazy like a flare
Calling us naff
What exactly do you have
Mr Swagg Ninja
Lost in the nineties
You need to talk to Le-Roy
Ask him to quit all his whining

my flow insane as pinky,but i'm smart as brain// it's not my pleasure 2 make ur a$$es plain// lana wants me 2 leave her trolling like tesco// u wanna see d magic,c'mon let's go//.

do i have to teach yhu lame gays everything? Damn, Fuckers take dis

My lines aint safe, they are MEDIC HATED (medicated),

Am bettah than M.I though we're REAL HATED (related),

Am a monstah dude, Ima TERRORIST, just yesterday i ate (TEN RAW WRIST), hate dat

Le-Roy f*uck you
ima take you rhyme an rearrange ya
to me your just a stranger
wanna be, gangbanger
so just shut the f*uck up and listen
try to understand who you mothaf*uckin dissin
im the babygat im not flowin im just pissin
so get off the threads
or at least just mine
or ill burn you like one time
this is a fun crime
your b*itch is a fine dime
you done or do you want more
l'll diss you, pierce you like a god damn knife
how would like if I talked about your mom
l'll fly to her place and plant a damn bomb
laugh while she blows up while singing a song
now you got me pissed off, rushed adrenaline
your lucky I dont know you, you'll start panickin
l'll have you choke through a computer screen
have a seizure, just die would you please
next time, you'll learn who and how to talk to
tic tac toe, eskamo licked my toe

this goes out to all of y'all
u might think u fly but am gonna make u fall
beef me and I'll spare u like edge
i got y'all by the throat hanging over a ledge
am sought after like petroleum
ama conqueror like napoleon
am rare and noble like neon
in a battle i live y'all worn out like Ur clothes and shoes
think u gonna be high by dissin me but u gonna be high on the boos(booze)
y'all must have been born on April 1st cos y'all a bunch of damn fools

my rhymes are crap,
you cant even beat me twice,
my raps are full of confirmity,
you cant even try to condernm me 2
I float like gravity
never had a cavity


yo i spit my flow,
incase yall dont know,
i started this shit,
everytime i rhyme is a fuckin hit,
i came up in the game,
and i stay the same,
i knew i was the shit from the start,
and all my rymes come stright from the hart,
motha fucka ill chew you up and spit you out,
imma still be here after you fade out,
im the sickest motha fucka in this rap game,
after im finished youll be livin in shame,
yall fools aint got nothin on this,
and that aint even a fuckin diss,
i speak nothing but the truth,
all my flows are home runs im something like babe ruth,
id keep rappin this shit but there aint no need to,
as a matter of fact its your ture cause im fucking through!

HELLO GUYZ LET ME TELL YA,
ALL YOUR RYMZ ARE ALL BULL SHIT,
MY FREESTYZ ARE ALL MOGUL,
MAYBE YOU SHOULD GO CHECK MY HOODSHIP, ,

Freakin hot vibes & punch lines, bet i guess dey b all below d belt, so dey null & void.
Imma bust ya a.rse up, wif ma lyrical bombs, deadlier dan d bokoboiz. Imma press conference, u is jes a conversation. Lick ma blak & hairy a.rse & tel mi d fck hw it tastes,

nobody wants to go down good job guys.sum of you cats lyrics are tight
yep for real