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krayCeejay: I was born ready!

start writing then.. Or you dont need to? You were born ready

krayCeejay:
*UHM*



Niggaz blab' too much on here!




Is this the NL, the so called world of dopes I've been hearin' about?



So naso peeps here lame

you up for 20s?

Samcarter then forget about it! 1 week to compose 20lines? And you were the one crying for battle now you're being a sissy.. Get the phuck out! Tw

Sammcarter:
dude next week

haba dont be a rukayat, I'm even done writing. Next week? To far mayne or you scared cos of ma freestyle? I dont like keeping bars for too long You were the one asking for battle now you want to run... Tomorrow or never!

krayCeejay:
Rukky Sanda na Actress na

nah he's local call him rukayatu..

krayCeejay:
Nah: make I kall am rukky sanda

who is rukky sanda? Rukayatu is better

Note to Rookieyat

you're wack from day 1, you cant last a week/
ruka's behind.. See as I smash him quick/
my bytch is strapped with gren/ade/ sent to his house to blast the prick/
I'm an evil clown i'll crack your ribs/
and suffocate you bytch with your itallian wig/
even when I know you're asthmatic/
lemme educate you, gimmick!/
you below par, I stunt the elevated lyrics/
your fams hate you, your death would be celebrated quickly/
just after I make scar disappear sprinkling the methylated spirit/

see, barmmy is crowned the fearless/
with the awesome sound & clear wit/
I'll choke you on your peak.. A fate of an asthmatic patient on mount everest/

see, I'm a king & you're toothless/
that's why you been spoon fed?/
You can grow bad if your bars are ruthless/
you're like a statue, you're dumb, stupid & useless/


#rookieyat

Scarz:
If ur tryna piss me off...itz w0rking

sorry Ruka

sammcarter, are you done with your verse?

Scarz:
U wish

ok rookieyat

krayCeejay:
You don't mean it o smoke something dry! Man #Rookie

call him Rookiat or rookayat..

Scarz:
Yo fo0l..

Wen i saw this i firstly smiled/
He cldnt dig my deadly lines/
Yea i used sum nursery rhymes/
Trying to freeze like deli dímes/bt
U stuck ya n0se in...prepare 2 fly/off
Into da 'helly' time/
Cuz u gone give an 'hearthy' cry/
When i begin uwld 'barely die!'


Truth is am a 'sia' nd i saw this 'chandelier clown'/dissing me bt fool bow to ya messiah now/
Cuz diz punches bring up a deadlier frown/
U cal me a 'kid' well,.gone bring diz goliath down!/


Am not done with u/
I mean who born this fo0l/
Cuz i neva drop sinc u wan come dey mule/
I laugh at u..so d rumours are true...
Dat 'kids' are nw here cuz 'barney don dey rule'!


Heard u got a little girl,shez eitha 10 or 3?/
Tel her hello 4 me/
Nah no need/
Cuz i burn ur 'data' off diz grup 'memory!

I did 1 syllable/
Bt u better dan me cuz u 'taught twos?'/(turtles :-D)
Okay its 'splinter turn'/
My w.p are better dan any u'av ever done/
am ending diz now so u better run/
Wait u stil proove 'stubborn?'/
Damn i beat diz 'ox....hide' til hez car burn!

ok we fight after carter.. Start writing

Scarz:
I see u'av inproved boy/
U no longer need ur chew toy/
But ur lines stil a foy/
Nd it brings me such joy.
When i aim at ur 'achilles heels' nd bring dwn tr0y!


I 'sponge' ur lines dwn cuz u like 'pa trick'/well i hype magic/nd
I suggest u hike dat nick/or I aim at diz 'kray 3ballz' nd give diz psych_hat_tric!


I luke then aim my mark/
Leav u fired or sack/
U up with ur ballz out back/
Den screen of ya chest Like dah disney show 'art attack'/
I freez cool u cant say i lack/
i rule diz 'home alone'/tryna invade? I set a 'trap'/
Nw u 'tripping on crack'/
But the truth is...ur 'wack!
'
braindead *lightsout*

hehe.. How old are you?
Joy/toy/foy/boy/troy - back/wack/crack/trap/attack.. 1syllabic rhyme and you're calling someone wack. God is watching you

Sammcarter:
what of 20?

alright 20 then.. Start writing, I'll alert you when I'm done so mukiz could set thr thread up. He is the mod, right?

Sammcarter:
dude thats to much. . .16lines

I think NL uses 24lines
dont tell me you cant pen 24 you said 10bars now it's 16lines Common you're a vet, I cant write 16lines nah too small. 24 man .. You in? Take as much time as you want dont rush it mahn It's just for fun or are we winning a SUV?

Sammcarter:
me sef. . .how many bars man?

what is 10bars? 24lines ok.
Tell the mod to set the thread up when we done writing

Gladyys:
Check this...........

M a lucky star from behind d moon/m brilliant,yes..gat a bright mind dat will blind a goon.

Time flys,buh I caught it n broke its wings/m brutal n can trample upon wateva dis blokes'l bring.

C peeps luk up to me cos my bottom's up/m takin shots,who's gon reply must b a bum bum,Bleep....

M new here,buh cos m a diva..m gettin all d praises/dey sight my verse,hail d construction,n conclude dat m headin for places..

Note: words like ,fuckkk,asss,breastt,dick,pornn, & other dirty words are censored
fuckkk=bleep asss=bottom breasttt=bosom pornn=indecency...
Welcome to Nairaland

Sammcarter:
I need a battle please. Who's in??

accepted.. Lets fight!

Gladyys:
M new here,am I permitted to drop my flow?

flow like you on menses

richommie:
its gonna be funny d way i will batter his dad..den frustrate that dummy/ i checkd his pix...dude tryna deceive teddybiyasi wit flat tummy/ hittin the gym alwas ..lettin fat burnin/
cos like dimgba igwe's death..imma take-a shot @ im...while joggin!!!/

trash!

You talk about the money, you got big wealth/ how you get honors from your kingsmen/ but that doesnt apportion you a mean vet/ cos you couldnt give a ''firm punch'' if you hire boxers in your business/

my weapon X you... I'm bright and strong like Dawkins/ even amputees applaud my wordies/ but you're ''phucking lame'', Is that why your puns keep falling?/ or they have ''no stand'' like poor cripples who couldnt afford tha crutches/


you try to make me an enemy?/ cos you're wealthy and/ I'm a po-verty gee?/... but I've been working hard lately & earning greens/ benjamins/ hommie cant run from me... I'm getting Rich!!

GIYAZZ:
Richommie, you dissed a god who's breath vends death/
Murder pen, I'm typing your death sentence/
my bars be sharp, will decapitate you/ why me? Is because I hate you!/
Pop slugs into ya head cos you're wack/
bury one in ya pprick.. and like a bad friend? Stab a knife in your back!!/
My lyrics will destroy you/ who you? when we talking d0pe glads, we don't discuss you!/
You've been seeking for attention, you phony clown/
but we can't let you get it. . . Real niggas here can accept a Rich Hommie Quan?
ffuck you! you're about to die/ you ain't rich! everything you claimed amounts to lies!/
I'm freestyling/ that's G's style bbitch!/
you wanted to diss me, and you brought a bunch/
but them lines couldn't make G Shock and I ain't talking a watch!/
My flow is core SS, it's illing/
Acidic, flesh eater, it's in your body imma spill it!!/
I ain't gonna go hard on ya/
I'm an assassin, just came back after skinning a boss/ I murder peeps!
So you better swallow that beef, cos I won't reply. . . . Why put you in a verse when I can put you in a box!!!!!!


BBITCH!

kid, why do like to praise yourself?/ you lazy vet/

you're a dumb student/ this cocck couldnt/
ex AM, you failed the test/

we should beef, you stake your bet/

It's sure i'll slay the twerp with my
raging threats/

and since you're well known a bad president/

when I murder you, the news would be heard like barzan's fatal death

richommie:
this shaky gay i kill/ wit deadly jabs and kicks/ ya want disses? imma give u badly one like beast/
check awt numerous goons ve slayed......but u? u hardly slap a kid!/

ya face is gettin. dis void/ ve told im to stop wearing timberland and claimin big boy/ u hardly see chickas aiming this blonds/
cos dude lack personality...i will never doubt if u tell me he's blaming his God!/

aromo bitters buried u wit disses/ i wonder how u stand firm infront of beetches/
he diss-figured ur arm in minute/ threw u up in sky...an the goof yan like sisses/ cos the way aromo bitters sew wit the thread permanently .we mistook im wit a tailor rough handlin a stitches!!!/

i wonder how u mainly cypher/ all u spit re trash...filled wit dirty pipers/
cooger is the panther...i am the scaring viper/
but u alwas mess the thread wit shiiits..so iii alwas see u wearing diapers/

gay! i control this nation bro/ wit thousand of masses backin me up like am der special god/
y' alwas busy clamimg artist/ wit lazy tactics/ i mean we hardly see ur faces showing on set......cos even if u shop plantain full body" u no go even reach the plantashun boiyz!/

lastly vets knowns i can kill...like balotelli i am meaner/ they all scatter run moment i cock the gun to trigger/
but i rather feel sobber to the nigger/ cos am emotional and sorry..death is inevitable ...RIP to ur sister!!/

I flow clean, stable, elegant, like swimming pools/
what i shït is gold.... féd with thé silver spoon/ I'm like à bad thought... yh I bring tha doom/ John bad deeds - I'm a sinner too/

I own ''battles'' like master bruce wayne /
and you get tortured like you tryna kill saddam hussein/
you ''so dhope''? I'm ''crack'', it's natural you start to lose, gay!/
and what is the shyte about the nine and slay talk?/
someone advice this kid to resign & stay off/
or commit sucide like ray moore/
cos your fists epitomise eminem & kim, when they fight, they break up/....


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*light bars*

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