4-2-2008 Mornin Freestyle


Morning Monday-
i'mma bout to kick this track down the runway/
woke up , told myself "damn it's gon be a long day"/
said a very short prayer like thank u God/
nutty me, i couldn't even spare a min. to flip through his word/
all the same - i guess he understands our thoughts/
lest i forget, i woke up late - like some mins past eight/
mum was off for school run so i had to lock the gate/
switched on ma pc listened to Talib nd Styles P/
wdf like these days i'm so addicted to gangsta shit/
had a shower nd back to my pc/
logged on Nairaland- saw som freestyles 'Damn, some dude's are really sick/
made a call to a friend to check if he'was home/
left the house - streets were crowded like a war zone/
got to his place asked about his girlfriend nd he was like mayne bone/
nufin much/ just a little gist/
we spent the whole mornin watchin channel O/

@mailmalc.
Whudup G?
Damn, I miss I-shine.

Anyhow sha, lets go:

Lemme just drop a few. . .

i DROP LINES like a fisher-man/
They call me da disser-man/
I see heathens smokin La just to be tha MOST HIGH/
But they cant match God even if they go try/
I move units like I was stealin log tables/
U'r such a bitch, I'll let my dog~rape~u/
I'm rap's phenomenon;
Rap's the book, I'm the pen/
Rap's the crook, I'm the pen*/
(*penetentiary)
I'm the sun, rap's the moon/ &
I'm the son, rap's the womb!/
No one can kick it like "POetry DEEP of the 25TH"
yea, dats the full title/
cross my path & have my guerillas pull rifles. . ./

POetry DEEP of the 25TH"?
nigga PLS, all i see is a christmas turkey to be eaten on d twenty fifth
mailmalc and C0-wackers masturbating like they were disvirgined wanstars
no one can step to the flows of this gangsta
po-deep tryin to be lyrically ill like bolaji is not by force
why dont u try drumming shekere for obesere and pasuma
my flows are fast /they stripped out like the lines on a puma
being gangsta is not just visiting but acting out what u spit lyrically
am so popular cos i leave eternal impacts on all who ever dare to face me
wordsmith always rested peacefully until he faced bolajibroke
everyone now knows i schooled him lyrically because i am like his daddy
mallthius, menike and co were scared of wordsmith
they couldnt belief i could summon balls to destroy him lyrically
not only did i destabilise him financially,i also ran him mad mentally
i turned him into a worthless being like the broke at the end of d name of bolaji
1000 soldiers went down like an osama suicidal bomb dramatically
but the most brutally hit general was the corrupt judge known as maverik
now he is no where to be found but imprisoned by the efcc officials
still serving his jail sentence/ he dissapeared like a smoke into the thinnest of air.

i am a young girl who loves to sing rap
i goggle searched for rap battles and saw nairaland
on entering it ,all i saw was bolaji this bolaji that
i dont like to battle the guys
i want to battle with the girls
the only girls i see are chiogo, sharn06 and jessicalcb
if these are your best battle girls
then you guys are lacking so much competence

Bolajibaok is at it again,

This n*gga sucks so much COCK, hens run jealous~of~him/
Ask 99.9 percent of NL, see what dey tell~us~of~him/
He's a muthafuckin nuisance, the wackest pri ck alive!/
This homo has a crush on me, watch his di ck arise!/
Your ass has been exposed, u'r a biter & u dont exist outside the internet/
An official Nairaland slave, just like an unproductive bank account, a 'WASTE OF IN~TER~EST'!!/
A biased cum-gargler, praises u now & disses u later/
Keeps tryin to 'come' hard, an unrepentant masturbater/
You're not worth my PUNCHES, what u need is a bitchslap!/
Always actin gangsta but we all know the only time you CAP niggaz is when u type in block lettaz or poke ur boyfriends in the mouth wit ya dickCAP!!/
dig dat??//
Nah! Its too complex 4 ur retarded bitch ass/.
Keep my name out ur mouth b4 it chokes u up/
the only way u can be 'dope' is when I smoke u up/
BIATCH!

''just like an unproductive bank account, a 'WASTE OF IN~TER~EST'!!/'''

@PO-SHIT OR BABY POOP

NO NEED TO FORCE IT WHEN YOU ARE NOT TALENTED.
A COMPLETE DISPLAY OF WACKNESS AT ITS VERY BEST. ROFLMFAO

**whistling**

**humming Ikechukwu's "Wind am well" in boredom**

@Wordsmith, hey! Guess what! It seems the server is betta now, connection has been smooooth since morning!

**humming Ikechukwu's "Wind am well" in boredom**

@Wordsmith, hey! Guess what! It seems the server is betta now, connection has been smooooth since morning!

But hmmn. . . It seems to be doubling all my posts. . .

Oh! Po Deep this is sick "i DROP LINES like a fisher-man",

@everyone: I miss this joint and it's good to see that heads are posting their materials, Props y'all,

check it~

I’m trying to move up like the switches/
Got into a fight then I carried stitches/
Sited on my throne, monarch of all I survey/
Born to be a writer, I don’t need their cliché/
Too many questions they directing at me/
Hard to answer, so I buzz like a bee/
Too many rapping but none addressing the issue/
They all just using hip hop like a tissue/
Too many stocked, they can’t even envision/
Reminiscing yea they trying to review their vision/
Too many going astray with no stricture/
They refuse to see the big picture/
Serving food for thought like a preacher/
Hip hop high priest like my name is Elijah/
Too many rhymes about a need for change/
Yet they selling their souls for some change/
Young generation trying to kick, push without reasoning/
Knuckle heads, they still ain’t learning/
Better figure out what your purpose is/
Internet gangsters, they’re no different from Curtis/
I’m tired of writing just to teach these niggaz/
What’s the alternative? Nothing but just to surpass/
I’m starving! Not for food but for a change/
No other word to describe their attitude but STRANGE/
16 bars I’m ripping their souls like the holocaust/
Yea am preaching, turn your screen off if you feel exhaust/
Speaking in tongue like the Holy Ghost/
Nourish them like a parasite, now I feel like a host/
Come test me, I use words like a weapon/
Send him back to school for some lesson/
He ain’t on my level ‘because I speak that plain/
Talk more stupidly and am kicking him out of the lane/

Comparism. . .

PEACE
One~luv,
One~blood,
thumbs~up,
shun~grudge,
aint no need to pump~slugs//

Shake~hands,
Make~plans
to make~bands
in the the 2008,~man//

Be~real,
Please~chill,
dont re~veal
the~steel
that u just re~filled to get a G~killed//.

Spread~the~word
if u've read~the~word//.


WAR
I gre~nade u
just to cre~mate u
Why'z it so hard for u to undastand dat we~hate~u?!
I de~grade u
just to be~able~u
to e~vade u.
I dont know why God had to cre~ate u
but I'm tellin u now, walk the otha way b4 we~waste~u//

This~is~war,
hit~d'~door,
jump in & hit~his~jaw,
strip~his~LovePeddler
rip~his~LovePeddler
till ur d*ck~gits~sore//

Smack~da~dude,
blast~ya~tool
if he acts~a~fool!//


These are the two sides to Po Deep.
Choose one.

Choose one? Po Deep am down with the peace/
Lambadi artifacts, tell them to gather the piece/
On the road like Alexpissu I gat a sick pace/
Hip hop advocate, they wondering what’s in my suitcase/
We’re F.A.T. Boys/ Fashionable, Artistic, and Trendsetters/
All we do is scribble wisdom for Nairaland settlers/
We still ain’t rushing things like early semesters/
We take a step at a time like we playing checkers/
Tell them we taking over Seun’s forum/
T-mac’s, we got them locked in the podium/
It’s certain, we kick it like them young guns/
Didn’t do well so they preparing for the reruns/
While we making waves like the tsunami/
Haters are just staring from behind me/
What more can we say like Jay Hova/
Checkmate haters, this is game over/
No comment for these scrawny bastards/
Crawling talents we carry them on our shoulders/
We still doing it all the way like Mode 9/
We don’t quit half way, we rap divine/
I speak from the heart again/
Still not fronting ‘cos ain’t in for the gain/
I was nobody early last year/
Now I am been loved even in Khamsiyah/
While we stay fresher, little niggaz look so faded/
Not happy with the creator, so they relocated/
We got no patience/
We just want to change clothes like radio stations/
Speak for the both side, call me the man in the middle/
I speak for the wild life, call me Dr. Do Little/
Put your champagne bottles in the air/
Let’s celebrate, party like crazy here and there/

Anyone with Mode 9 and OD's new album should hook a brother up,

Hook up. . . Like upload it?

Runaway runner may always come back to lock horns/
But i think all wounded civilians have not been used to thorns/
You are better off a prophet, go speak in tongues/
I hate it, I dont like human chewing junks/
I now remember, you are high, i offer you OD, they got u drunk/
If rap was the game, and ryhming miming with mami was the basket, you cant dunk/
U lil dumb, i hate you sucking ur thumb, while I make you cramp/
Poor Dee' you always hate the deal, when you are not the real/
Kill the Bill, goats are not meant to pair with the ill/
Po-deep, my lyrics will forever spill, cos u defaulted the bill/
Never rush here, never try crush here/
If you are frustrated, cant refresh here/ u unknown monk!

@ Po Deep: If possible yes

@I-Shine, c'mon dude, these brothaz gotta eat, both CDs'll cost you just 300 naira.
Lets encourage our artistes by patronizing them financially.

@oldsync - Keep praying for my attention.

Peace gods! Tha Rap Prophet is in d building! Drop d heat and reach 4 yo bibles!

Check:
Just when they thot i wz finished/i ressurrected/
d drama almost had me extinguished/yeah,it wz hectic!

We all got battles 2 fight/mine is spiritual/
casting down imaginationz/mentally & lyrical/
been thru d fire/i survived thru d ritual!

Shed a few tears 4 my homie A.B/knew we hadnt had relatnz quite lately/
we used to kick it way back b4 i turned 180/
hrd A.B gon crazy frm d purple hazy!

Its kinda sad how thangs change/when u on d fast lane/
try to connect wt d hood/
relatns mad strained/
2 much tragedy/2 many souljaz got slain/
u gotta change 4 d kids/and shawty who bears ur last name!

Wide is d road dat leads 2 destruction/woe 2 d men who scorn wisdom and instruction/
my mind functions/under tha Holyghost's unction/
mix God wt d Mic/dats spontaneous combustion!

Down right spontaneous combustion to the fullest indeed!!

@Po Deep: It isn't my fault, I am not in Naija and maybe they need to start putting up their stuff on the internet for people like me to buy through iTunes or something.

@ 25th,

what it is blood? I see u done murdered that clown. How u holding the fort down? A lil' freestyle diss to spice things -

Now what would a cat do for these Bs, till they get cracked like CDs/
my flows spill/i'm so ill, even the Doc refused my CV/
move with this. . .still not through with this/
logged on and still saw bjpiglet still a fool in this. . ./
i bring the Magic like Johnson, make 'em fools scream "Hokus Pokus!"/
the 'smith's still OFF THE HOOK like a song without a chorus/*
beta u wail in the morning//bjclown just failed wit the bustin'/
the Word and '25th guaranteed to put the nail in the coffin/
silly clown accused me of biting Jada, fool u ain't got PROOF like D12/
on the battleground this B fell, while i squeeze shells, this fool sees hell/
being a p*ssyhole be's your life ambition/
Nland and hi5 done 'bleeped' u with no barriers. . .a helluva admission!/
ladies n gents, gbade be like sepe to the drunkard/
. . . . like a middle finger to this fcuktard/
stole the show with my opener like bottle corks/*
only time i can call bj a head is when he gurgles cocks/
bow and kiss the hand of this rude buoy/
i'm done pimpslappin' this sucka, here comes the closer like Jude Law/*

Yeh am repping d thread wit a smile my mind gone platinum/
my hands busy stomach filled wit words lazy walking like fat mum/
If the lyrics can be spent then my words gat many riches/
emcees haven't written more than a book am nairaland's niches/
I-Shine never stops his stories keeps flowing like river Nile/
his floetry gat u 2step back u scared of his 9/
Mailmalc sick wordsplay reminds u of your worst days/
Never go against him u be mocked like nursed gays/
Po Deep gat many battles like he's the defending champ/
lacing these newbies when he want 2 like vamp/
Menike still throwin punches without Don King consent/
he said bitchniggaz aint worth one cent/
Seun told Wordsmith 2 visit Doctor Phill cause of his ill flows/
he ain't spitting in fear cause he makes devil crows/
My nigga Mathuss sometimes i ask if he was born in sparta/
some people call him the new rap carta(carter)/

Mad props to u Alex! That was damn ill! No flattery.

Ay yo 'smith, I dont need to give u props, u'r props itself! Stay fly.

@I-Shine, aight dawg.

Niggaz shot Mav in the back
i cant try 2 react
coz dats a black maybe

I do this rap shit for free,
give my takings to Charity/
am cool like Lupe, but once i spark hemp,
i transform in the recording booth like Clark Kent/
i put a red dot on u, ur now a marked man,
dead man walking like the movie Marked for Death
ur flows are cheap, like shoes from Barratts/
Thats a new hair-cut, what style do u call it/
its obvious u share the same barber with that Joleon Lescott kid/
to complete ur look, all u need to do now rub some palm-oil, shit!
I chop rocks on the blocks, call that kungfu hustle/
u cant face me, u like a pint glass at a bar, u have no bottle/

bolajibroke is the dopest/wordsmith cannot even ignore me
wordsmith life hasnt been the same since he faced me
the rap world was scared of him i brought d hell that kept him scared
in 2006 niggas does regular freestyles ,now in 2007
nowadays they cant rap without nameplaying bolajibroke 100times
watch how i take over his brain and that of his siblings
his rap career was exposed of biting style n jada new mixtape cds
full gore and blood i spill like am killer instinct fulgore
i burn down the entire family lineage replica of a bjbroke mafioso
even brodas like podeep got hit by stray bullets of bj the serial assasin
the rap game isnt for lily livered shaky shaky daddys in need of procold
when the beef war begins next time be sure u come over-prepared
because bolajibroke leaves impact like d scars on the head of that nigga maverik

dude, that was seriously damn wack. . .and i ain't even joking. . .ur wackness is unbecoming, step ur game up son.

Po Deep thanks for the comment .

The year 98 was when i connect my soul 2 the mic tool/
music became my life nigga i express myself through tha instrument am cool/
My rap got techniques u be wondering how i score niggaz/
Never being coached this lyrics leave u blind like i offered u tear gaz/
Pissu been planting words since childhood the root is endless/
Fakers can't pest my lyrics my hip-hop fruit is ageless/
Have seen the whole hip-hop drama like a veteran/
Nairaland still can't do without me like needin dextran/
Am not 50 but i gotta ask emcees 21 questions about Me/
Who influenced this thread no battle thread without me/
My flows still deep never lacks stay current like kanji dam/
Electrocute haters till dey move slow like traffic jam/

Alexpissu I see you, "Never being coached this lyrics leave u blind like i offered u tear gaz/" - That is sick respect,

We don’t talk to police, they think we mental/
We settle our problems with the metal/
The other day a friend got shot, straight bullet/
Arms and legs cold, all I did was to sweat/
Police got there in 2 minutes, no I am lying/
I meant a second, no one was expecting/
Yellow tapes around the scenario/
Chalk drawings, ground filled with ammo/
Its unbelievable James has crossed to the other side/
I was close to heaven too, James was by my side/
Now am been questioned for no reason/
Detective saying its gang related shit ain’t listening/
Now he is asking which gang group we belong to/
God safe me I am about to be cuffed too/
He is trying to send me away like the others/
All I did was to keep quiet, waiting for my lawyer/
Stupid trick brought in bread and butter/
I knew what’s next, my heart begins to flutter/
See Jamal was forced last week to eat bread and butter/
Wasn’t asked anything, he began to utter/
Jamal turned snitch and he was gunned down/
Snitch don’t live long in my town/
Thinking of what’s next, my advocate popped in/
Detective dropped the bread and butter in the bin/
My advocate asked me if I have said something/
I whispered into his ears, Yo! I haven’t said nothing/
Detective looks frustrated, I can tell with his face/
He wasn’t happy so he put on his shade/
Some permanent shit still can’t wiped off/
The harsh reality that James has been logged off/
Now am been released to my advocate/
Walking down my block all I see is the yellow tape/