Aiight aiight

[center]Why we aint spittin I'm back aint yall heard
nothing hanninin, nikkurs fridget like they aint got head
1 o clock 2 o clock time runnin where the words at
yall be actin like the part of me that your mum sat
shit delivered proper its hiphops Illuminati
lyrically damage yall, design this shit like armani
I holster my words and let drop at will
chilllin killin, spillin ill shit yall no the deal
drop a biohazard yall aint never saw it comin
screamns is expected, like yall girl when she comin
this thread dusty, bland like slim dusty nikkur look a tumbleweed
this shit aint hannenin, bitches aint crackin nikkurs expect a salary?
yall aint spittin at ma level but least at ma vicinity
triumph aint realistic punchlines is weak, nikkurs strengthen the acidity
drop like the ph balance steppin game up, but in silence
but where the words at?
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[center]I'm a dope boy, look u don't know much bout me
You talk sh*t I guarantee to leave u dead like he
I shoot him - Who? me what u be thinkin' fool
I visit u in ya sleep and starngle u with some cotton wool
You midget ya moves look like some rented R&B
Sacrifice ya life to the LOYALZ or I show You how we be
Skinny dead corpse rhyming like he was 87yr old Bash Ali
No offense, u bash, I'm 120yrs old n' still The Great Prophet Ali
Even in my Hundreds, I still smoke u out n' outrun ya set
Homie I'ma Hoodloyal , I make sure u don't live to rule ya set
I'ma rude viper I spit tougher that make ya mama wish u was Barack Obama
I'm too good that's why u never see me cusz u as fake as DJ Drama
I'm on tight Hurricanes - Fu*ck Reeboks that sh*t is wack
Pull a barretta shoot u quik n; I guarantee that ain't at ya back
I go all out like Tupac n' make u feel like a kid again get inside   (kid)
You claim gangsta when you aint a man yet- still a KIDD inside
Yo KIDD - You just fu**cked with Professor Menike up in his clinic
That's why I've decided to roast u alive n' let Nairaland call it catastrophic
Damn dudes can't u see I got the keys to rap - I'm so logistic
I'ma prof of freestyles I make ya entire ugly lifestyle photogenic
So fu**ck u, ya career, ya verses and everythin else You stand for
To we BIG BOSSES You just stand like a man LovePeddler
My glitters are gold n' diamonds - Nigga u suck like the Red sox
I'ma born Yankee, my crew gon home run y'all down the drain
The only thing u spit sick is u suckin' a miami di*ck
So never u get me going cusz I ain't ready for a kill please[/center]

youz a sucka, u cant strangle no shit with wool
i'd rather feed you with poison like toodstool
like carlito i spit in your face, cos u aint cool
and make u swallow my punchlines like capsules
reading thru ur lines, menike, d shit is so wack
multis, meta and sim, are what u still lack
put 'em on videos, i wont bother watching d playback
i've got a perfect name for u: its MENIKE SLOVAK
try arranging ur lines, like roses in a bouquet
mine is as sweet as two lovas at pre-intimacy
i send out disses without delay
when am thru with u, u gon' need an xray

My glitters are gold n' diamonds - Nigga u suck like the Red sox

Menike, why you hatin? Red sox rocks! Y'all suck!

chiogo:

Menike, why you hatin? Red sox rocks! Y'all suck!

iight B

Menike wats dis about chyu holding rap on nairaland. U may be good but nigga, you don't run shit. Lay low and wait for real rap heads to emerge. Ur lyrics are okay, presentation'S ON THE LOW. Catchya!!!!!

@menike

pls stand back, u aint a motherfcking rap head . . .

@shaz

talking bout' rap heads on Nland, i guess we're just too lazy or our shitz are so wack.
Myself, am gettin' tired and its kinda boring.

nairaland, is going down da drain'

menike:

iight B

Kinda expected sumthin' else, which one be 'iight b'?


Just so we're clear, all these people bleatin shld chill out, ain't nobody whoopin your ass or askin u to accept anythin'.
tsk! funny how people take nairaland as their obligation. me outtie!

My freestyle


Dis is why i'm cool;i got snow in my veins
Only thing dat's cooler is d ice on my chain
I represent myself,ain't gat 2 rep no other
D show stops wiv me;dere ain't no goin further
Dey say talk is cheap,but this my flows expensive
Call me mississipi;cos dis my flows extensive
I always stay ontop;cos i'll stay red 2 death
no need 4 initial gragra lik'em arsenal jerks
Lik C ronaldo u can see i'm d world best
Ain't nobody dragging it ;dere ain't no contest
If life is a picture, den i'm photogenic
My flows so sick,u could call'em oncogenic
I am the best now,don't care who comes after
In fact there's no one else;I write d last chapter
Other niggas be stars;i'm like a constellation
I drop d last verse;kinda lik d revelation

props to alot of people on this thread,
am feeling what dey ar spittin




Now am on nairaland~ tryin to do them shows
ma flow for free,~ so i don't need da doe
but i dam sure ~ need them hoes (lol)
all dere ladies wanna give me them blows(b.j)
am fresh on this threads~ ya already know
a rookie in this game~ but am dunking on pro's
crossover crossover~pump fake ohhhhhh

i give props to old tymer's 4 this
i can tell what dey be spitting
is some passionate shit.
and i hope to bring us bacc to em glory days
am ar youngin man, all i want is d fortune and fame , lol Grin

chiogo:

Kinda expected sumthin' else, which one be 'iight b'?


Just so we're clear, all these people bleatin shld chill out, ain't nobody whoopin your ass or askin u to accept anythin'.
tsk! funny how people take nairaland as their obligation. me outtie!

I mean the cool B" not the otha Bitchy word ma' - I no beta than tha ma'

Hope we still cool ma' .

@ Shaz
Thnks 4 holdin' ya boy down. preciate that ma'

@evryotha 1
Keep up wit the multiple ID. I still ain't gon say sh*t bout u
Cusz I no who u are - so get off my joc

[center]I push crack so hard I develop ya skull like bones
No matter ya di*ck size, my weight still crush ya bones
Got mad votes on Nairaland like Obama, leave u jockin' like DJ Drama
I'll get u weded like you was George Bush datin' Osama
Abusing library book is the closest you cud get to "Murking Me"
I'll tell you like i told em' before, i'm a known veteran I'll leave you tourmented soul severed
Beat this pro? never! my bars stay witty, im so clever!!
Let the desert eagle unload feathers or grab an old sweater,
Cause my bold letters, are more icy, than cold weather!
This battle proves my flows better, see im a go getter with mo cheddar!
Just here to leave this bro tetherd cusz son I know better
My word leave u bleedin', nigga I'll cash on u
You the only reason niggas watch TV n' have to press mute
Leave ya chest wit stitches, change ya name to sh*t cause he aint never had sex wit bitches
You're a man LovePeddler the only time u talk stra8 is if we talkin breakfast dishes!
Menike still flip words, tear down venoms and get it served wit bars[/center]

menike:

I mean the cool B" not the otha Bitchy word ma' - I no beta than tha ma'

Hope we still cool ma' .

I knew what u meant. am just sayin', aint u goin to defend ur team, yankees insteada just 'iight b'? lol

yeah, we cool.

Niggaz, pave way because' makavele's bout to spit
i got no other job, i do it 7 days a week
wackstas dropping wack line is what i don't permit
go down on your knees, prolly your sins i might acquit
am so fly, got rare punchlines and hooks
want to be like me, then go read my textbook
take out your pen, start writing in your notebook
before i make song out of you in my songbook
i got not time, send out disses without delay
i reminisce of writing raplines in school hallways
broadways, driveway, even when on my gunplay
is that why i've got dreaded lines, this nigga says: No way
then wats it, stop acting like a fool
makavele's da king, pay homage, give me my due
aint got patience, so don't try to miscontrue
me, so u don't see my barretta or kungfu
like a gasbag, niggaz be making everything little thing an issue
mess with me, Bleep u motherfcukers, and srew you
u aint up to me, don't spit back, because' its a taboo
get a job, perhaps the internet game, called *yahoo

yo weed come in bags mine come in big ziplocs. That's the P see me I'm tryna get yo strip locked. Bottom line I'm sellin seein knots but if I see the cops bottom line I'm bailin, got a laser for the haters bottom line they gellin, if u snitch he a snitch bottom line he tellin. An I aint hesitant to let the desert eagle bring evil to ya residence ill make ya name yo nemisis, I'm bout my business, my game on anotha level I'm PS3, you Genisis. Ya you shine but the only thing u leavin out, u a candle I'm the sun that shit don't even out.

U kno i got this name Crude from my Big time role Model
I refused @ 1st but when my victims testified i followed
Straight outta Hell i spit fire like am a red dragon
Y'all get confused and start spittin som lyrical jargons
Ur heart beat faster than normal when u see me arround
Wait till u hear gunshots that's d signal when am in town
The only thing i'm scared of doin is being scared
I may smile and say wat'sup homie i'm a nightmare
Axe droppin on niggas like d kid dont care
That's why yo mama's like "When u see crude pls clear"
I aint doin this shit to gain some recognition
I just cant help keepin eyes off amunition
They said mayb all i need is an audition
But u're wrong all i want is u watch ur friction
Cos somtimes i mistake greetings for beeftalk
And i shit on niggas not in pack but bulk

Paddy lo a.k.a Faggy hoe , u wan push weight go push Tianshit balls.

Paddy hoe u embracing hell is pathetic u fighting space in your coffin
Nairaland  died cause your ish was rebuffing
Headphones on my d*ck u still be catching the vibe like magazine
He wants to spit hot thats why he inhaled benzene
Only time this bitch c um hard is when he hit erection
When he catch sars he be thinking of Alex rap correction
You got no game like a tranversatile being
your rhymes got more garbages than a waste bin
I'mma come crippled and still snatch your  neck
Stick to monopoly cause your shit is wreck
Watch me clap this hoe to this sheet
He embracing more defeat than a dog with no teeth
I know your come back will be weak like impotent d*ck
am so ill hospitals go on strike cause my verse is so sick
This hoe is attracted to death like an arab convict
Bring your A+ and your medicine man u still a minus to the rap submit

Wat's up Fool? I'm back again put me out if u can
I don warned u Bitch-u b4 u start pawnin ur fan
I'll gain 'em all and i'll make nairaland award u eternal ban
Actin like u got flo in eccess that u save up in ur bank
I'ma tell u like this, Watch it boy u're steppin too close
Be str8 say my name, maybe he does'nt want a broken nose
He took pills to get high, Murtherfuker's down overdose
U said u come up here dropped ur sh-it, But sh-it! u aint sh-it
The only time i see u dropped sh-it is when u pay ur toilet a visit
Dont be stupid, u cant be on d fast lane wit a "FLOW dis SICK"
How u gon row wit me anyway it defaces my personality
Go find ur like integrities, u kno lepers, or people wit leprosy
When i'm thru witcha world best doctors gon call ur case critical
U were badly crushed, that's why there's strike in d hospitals
If u plan a revenge, Hoops! i'ma slash u and scatter u piece by piece
Paramedics wont carry ur corpse they'll pick u up bit by bit

Crude u just a kid go play with some toys.


Crude your rhymes just hit menopause how u going 2 deliver
your flow lacks magnitude n direction u need my saliva
You think You ill when You overdosed UR life on expired pills
Sleeping with corpse wont guarantee u matching my skills
your fate is mild i'mma clutch your heart 2 what i pissed on
Look at your bars empty cause i gat your thoughts locked son
This punk be having nervous brakdowns when i press play
But this gay needs Alex Rap Handbook before he wordplay
This your close chapter cauze u just embraced disaster
Kiss ya teeth and start searching the scriptures like a born again Sister
This slowpoke want 2 act brave sleeping in Paddy hoe coffin
You wallowing in ingnorance exposing your titties in public is nothing
Crude be idle all his life cause he's over man made instrument
You still can't silent me if u the number 1 in government
He pose no threat 2 me like his shadow contesting with the Devil
Get the fraction am d numerator u not on my level

[color=#990000][/color]oh, great ! there's a new cat in da house called crude
he's a motherfucka who always likes to argue
thats he's the hottest, shit! that was damn too rude
he should be on da romance section getting ladies wooed
who says the freestyle thread was created for wackstas
as wack as mr. crude, nah men, kindly save us the bizarre
ma' hands are skillfull enough to break out your lumbar
so here you go, shit crude, am kicking you outta nairaland's radar
point blank, don't play nigga, cos am aiming your head
its time u learnt a lesson neva to mess with homebreds
like me and alex, we're mercenaries tearing NGA's to pieces and shred
spitting out venomous lyrics, to throw you on ur death bed
shoulda know , motherfcuka, creating freestyles is our profession
makavele and alexpissu, the world renowned rap revolution
our punchlines are like anesthesia, t'will throw u into oblivion
better lay low, shit crude! or get ready for execution

Wow! I love dis murthafukin game!!! A lil somthn-somthn for ur ass "Ali" the gay's "ex"

Rat-a-tat-tat 36 shotz up in d air
This homie's so dumb he does'nt kno d guns aint flare
I dont wanna have more bloods on my bloody hands boy
Cos i'm about to lay u down in ur own pool of blood boy
Oh! I'm a kid? then i'll go find a toy-gun made of brass
But u gon pee on urself when i brandish my toy at ur ass
Lil homie it seems i know u, but i cant really place u
Hmm, think, think, think, oh i remember Alexpissu?
U slut next door said u're her Menstral Tissue

1st of all a minute silence for Makavele,
,
Now check this out, huh, check it

U might wonder why i gave his homo-ass nine lines
I did that in memory of the last time i squeeze 'em nines
How i burst ur melon, ran shiver down ur homies spine
U screamed like a b-itch "Freestyle is our profession"
U avenge AlexBitch-u, Cos u dont wan loose him
I see, on here ur position is 1st, in private 69 is ur position
U fakers fakin it, pretendin u was like Shaq "n" Kobe
Shootin sperms in the church, son that's too unholy
But u both need a real gun b4 u plan a hit on me
"M"a.k.a"Vile" u're as firm as a septogenerian lady's breast
So, how u gon break my lumbar, better put that off ur chest
Not even if u gather and throw up the best out of ur best
Hello! Fellow, bellow no more, mellow, murtherfuker lay low
Stop speedin too fast u might find ur ass in a shallow
Black out under dirts and eatin ur grave's marshmallow
I wont fight u, i'm not a fighter, i was born a winner
My lyrics is Deadly than Pina, Hotter than homegirl Trina
Go eat some Lyrical Burger cos ur Flow is growin thinner
U said u're home-Bre(a)ds then i'll chew u for breakfast
I'll make ur heart beat fast, make ur style come last (Mur'fukers)

[b]Dawg u're making me feel like a heavy weight champion
But a cat and his back-ups can never murder this Lion
I'm a newbie, soaked in my dream to put u off d throne
U dont belong there, u gotta get ur ass on the phone
And call em, kingmakers tell 'em the rightful king is in the zone
Go ask 'em in Jamaica, i kill 'em thugs for game
Ur ma let u out, but she dint say, "Cross crude's lane"
Ur fist is hard, for my 2yrs old baby not to feel the pain
From ur punch, now u Sucker aint that a dissappointment?
D only bar i see u got is located in the local pub
I'm cleanin up my kits ready to slash ur filthy ass up
Watcha got to say, Hey u got to say it quick Dawg
I'm tired of watchin u dumbin n mumblin out faint words
Ok, i'ma close my eyes i'm not lookin, 1, 2, go, burst
My flow is petrifying and scary enuff to seal up ur lips
This guy's libido's high, he cum when Shakira shakes her hips
He's not a rapper, he's a bugger tryin to feel among the streets
I can step on u bare-footed, attack u without my fleet
Ur homies'll dedicate a track for u titled, "Crude aint good"
Sorry, it aint my fault, in my hood it aint good to be good[/b]

who you calling dawgz, u motherfcuking crude-like thug
sit back in silence lest i rip u muthafcuka with my slug
to ignite your brain, ur motherfcuking mom used sparkplugs
you got wack-rhyme syndrome, even a perfect medic has no cure
Dont ask anybody, just ask me, who makavele is
i run thingz, kill niggiz, outscore your devilish ish
ur crude oil aint worth national trade, that stuff is real shit
Amiss this diss, just a kiss is enough to make ur pappa miss
ur momma, oops! must also emphasize the scent of her cunt
she's my object of gratification and when it comes to sexual stunts
mine's crazier than jet li's, so your mum's cunt i must flaunt
u wanna Bleep with makavele, i possess powers so pyschic
am here for you, dissing you just makes the fun trophic
i'ma blow your brains, decode the bleeping thing and then encrypt it
not even a night-soil can wash ur momma's pu**y that's so septic

Crude this the last bar u gettin from, hope u might learn something from it

My past is hell i'mma blaze this crude he will never advance
You just a cripple this your funeral u got no chance
Punk u 50 plus your bank account u still not drop cents(sense)
your thoughts is pissed on u living your life in past tense
I watch this fool kill himself like Jihad and be praised in hell
You spent days on google 2 know why my floetry deeper than well
This nigga bore me like Gays trying to reproduce
He just a mystery thats why we tagged him old news