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Alexpissu:
Am going hard, let me go soft

Keep da game alive & witness Hip-Hop's ressurection tru Us
We d Olympic MC cauze we gat flames burning in Us
Mark P words like tribal marks True rappers stay permanent
Watch them fake cats wash like films they aiming 4 retirement
Change is contant but the game is commercialized by jesters
Money making scheme but is seeing the red light like testers
Back the eve's days the knowledge of hip-hop inspired my braveness
Steve can tell my realness we need more MC with bold vowels
Karma knocking on em door The Elites now bringin the Storm
Then
Why's the music industry state of mind real far from Hip-Hop?

chamotex:
Why's the music industry state of mind real far from Hip-Hop?
Thats a million dollar question . . . It could cost a billion ‘bops’
Wack rappers spreading diseases like Virus with no cure
Got ma ears some filters, only absorb ish I could endure
Too many beefs in the industry, are rappers going mad cow?
First it was Jay Z n R. Kelly then came Omarion and Bow wow
The Dirty South came up with somn’ different, got me wondering . . .
Is Plies a rapper or R n B singer? Need answers cuzz im still pondering
We need to fight the power even if it makes us number one public enemy
This is insanity, and the synergy needs to be broken down with renewable energy
So pass the torch, we can all make a difference to scotch fake rapstars in a rush
Keep da game alive & witness Hip-Hop's ressurection tru Us

Ibime:
**** dusts off the rusty mic*****time to offload these bars of death from my USB before my boss catch me****but first, I gotta tweak a couple of lines for Chamotex*****Chamo, you ready?




I had lyrics, but the judges took the BEST AWAY/ thinking I wont REPLICATE. .
. . but my rhymes keep the light shining. . . . yours just de-‘GENERATE’!/

I’m inspired by the SLIGHTEST ASSUMPTION/ that retirement blinded my MIND TO ITS FUNCTIONS/
Just throw the MIC IN MY CIRCUMFERENCE. . . and I’ll ignite you like HYDROGEN BUNSENS!!/

I smack-this-bitch-in-written-text/ snap-his-limbs-and rip-his-neck/
Match-my-gift?. . . . you couldn’t ‘catch-my-drift’–with-fishing-nets!!/

Sauron FOLDED YOU OVER/ but you gave the judges more 'kickbacks' than 'LOADED HOLSTERS'/
I hope u bribed again . . . 'cus you couldn’t 'win free'. . . if you hosted SHOWS WITH 'OPRAH'!/

You couldn’t C I . . . with 101 ROMAN SOLDIERS/ I spit like POTENT COBRAS/
I could carry your weight. . . and your mate. . . on BROKEN SHOULDERS!/

I punch holes in you. . . like lecture NOTES IN FOLDERS/ he might flow like LOCOMOTIVES. . .
. . but my jetstream’ll leave ‘sun standing’. . . like a SOLAR SOLSTICE!/                                       (son standing)

HOLY MOSES!/ I’m the shit!. . . . so HOLD YA NOSES!/
When you spit, we hold our noses. . . . but only 'cus ya flow decomposes!!. . . .

And exposes ya halitosis/ and rancid dragon-breath/
Mouth odour make you Close-Up. . . but I smile freely. . . 'cus I’m Aqua-Fresh!!!/

OldSYNC:
Am sorry for not responding, if I'm still permitted, i I'll love to drop this./

@ DBR

Though I don't smoke isht, I will burn this unwanted dog like weed/
Think DBR, I aint a C-A-R, Never take me for a ride, Change ur deed/
Am too traditional, Hip hop is mine, you can term it "MY VERNACULAR"/
But you aint something, lack posession 'because nothing about you is spectacular/
NL wanted the greatest, man, why are you aiming at being the lamest/
You is an elephant, but the motionless synthethic recently made -the latest/
My style aint about winning, It represent the attitude, the spirit and letters/
don't depend so much on the loss, even condoms break, you too be latex/
Am the battle, don't battle because you will only rattle, shake no more, dead man/
Am the full circle, you's a arc in the game, try calcu*** am the real bad man/
Dead Bad Rat, a.k.a DBR knows nothing about the biz, SYNC is the OLD CAT/
don't need the right data, because that'll discourage you, take a rest dummie, grow fat/
Am the lastman, the past men were slack men, I took over, watch your side man/
because You will soon feel the pains, better quit! Relax and watch from the sideline/
I commit the worst crime, I got many pissed off, because my tempo aint used for washing/
That's why am the decoy, I made you spit your best, so I bring the test, you still blushing/


NL only if that would still serve, I was off for ACADEMICS Purpose!

Alexpissu:
Christino,thanks, man i love the ish u spat too gon get one blinded physician advise

Keep da game alive & witness Hip-Hop's ressurection tru Us
P the pioneers telling hip-hop followers to recite this lines of Chorus
My headpones on my but i hear hell knocking on my door
Tears falls from the nose the sympathy re-producing broke jaws
No complexity, no metaphors but this swagga got em slept on
Killing hiphop softly,they off-track call them the wrong one
Fairy tales rappers thinking we kids they left in d moon light
Am kidnapping galaxy swallow hip-hop am going 4 a fight
Got a dream to cure the game with my own illness
Am Brave to this the prophet of doom can't stop d prowess
Poetically m featuring Obama so a change can make me Shop
Why's the music industry state of mind real far from Hip-Hop?

Alexpissu:
Why's the music industry state of mind real far from Hip-Hop?
Black hearts afraid of change spitting poetry career stops
The Sun is cruel cats been blinded by the fancy cars
Vocoder now a rap element weak kittens looked upon like stars
Hell floods washing our God-Emcees Progress away
Moving Moutains Mohammed presence can break us a new day
Disgrace each week(weak) 7days as i cypher this on Calendar
The Event took place on this thread as much as i can remenber
See the game losts its Culture when he travelled to the South
No much life in it the lyricist couldnt make a Shout Out
Am revived to my own tears as i surrender Rap to the Calvary
Lord Help me with the faith so i'mma fight the Rivary
P gon salt the beef so d real rap head will show their colours 4 us
Keep da game alive & witness Hip-Hop's ressurection tru Us

Crude:
[b]My Hit-Back @ Sauron

Yo! This git is an error let me quickly tipex him out of the picture
He been dancing to his dol-drum since Mukina pop up this fixture

I did'nt come(come) quickly because i aint sterile, now here's ur ill-fate
Rubbish?! u produce 'em in multiple like u's garbage template

I aint gotta call u a Fuccker cuss u's the one who always get fuccked
Son, ur lame flow, lyrics n lines wont get u nowhere but "STOP"

16 globules they said, n i'ma dowse Sauron's lyrical conflagration
No doubt, he's a step away from phoney, he's a friggin animation

Fa' sho u's reffered to as a rider, cus u amazingly ride on dicks
Feather weight, i'ma lift u with a flick, mahn i don't need no derrick

High time u had shut eyes dowg i'm putting u off like i got the switches
Man don't make me add Crow to ma bars, they stick to me like leeches

He's all taut up in his wife's leggins, that's the only time he's tight
I'ma help by stickin me leg in his lame ass, son don't nurture no fright

In this game u're too wet behind the ears son throw in the towel
I heard him screamin silently "There aint no light for u at the end of this tunnel"

Phew![/b]

mailmalc:
[center][b]@A-40
Ain't this the same dude i "chewed'' for "bittin" a line on forum games/
alright son, no more games/ time u get it straight like no more gays/
what a mismatch/ u'r not even 'suit'-able to pull a "tie" from this man/
Bleep discounts/ u'll still remain a broke homo even if ur ass is on free-lance/
on mics i'm vicious/ i spit verses like scriptures/
A-40 loses/ mailmalc be "taking" more wins than crude taking pictures/
lonely-dude/ keep wanking hard since ur d!ck is ur only tool/
show me a grin and i won't hesitate to leave you wit a broken tooth/
u don't flex muscles/ u static like a national monument/
A-40 is just an empty threat like a sniper wit no-bullet/
i assemble sick rhymes to abruptly erupt you and your whole caucus/
u still won't spit sick even if u have an inflamation of the oesophagus/
perhaps u wer hopin to absorb ma illness like some Peter Petrelli's sh !t/
but i make my points clear (Claire)/ regeneratin 'head' shots on ur achilles 'heel'/
malc burst lava infected flows to put this man on fire like Denzel/
on this joint i stay Cool like L L/ A-40 says farewell to N L/ [/b] [/center]

worldbest:
Ok brash lets do this

The only reason you flow better and juicy,'cus you got  slacked pussy
Am a vet mc you's a gay,hands up, on ya heels,  'cus i just cocked 'em uzi
Bitch,You own noob ranks,doesnt make you dope,u better behind closed-doors
Psycho switch mic 2 to Love Machine,veteran cock rocker eat those-balls
Hommie am hardcore not sexually,swallow ya destiny, damn, felt nothin'
Listen up,technically i spit fermented venoms,feed ya some, health-keep-droppin'
Am a slayer,you aint got no damn flavor ya wackness is self-defined
Put the heat on ya dome,brash diagonosed, he's now deaf 'n blind
Note:My multies leave ya feelin' more hands like Lagos moobs in action
Ya chick got empty pocket but she rich in c'um bought her boobs on auction
gay,i rain fireballs on ya game,leave you treating more rash(brash)
You'r ill? the only sickness i see you got originated from iya sikira's nyash
Worldbest repin' dopeness,ma ish? son i don't recommend
Why? punches cache in memory plus 'em lyrical VAT(Virus,Adware,Trojan) included
Leave this cat with no head,spank him now am yellin' pinyata
He couldn't construct a vowel even if he aged reading encarta

menike:
[b][center]Just got a call sayin I got war tagged wit my biggest fan
Leave dudes insane wit vodka, nigga come kiss my pam
Fire the ruger let your brain's spray the wall's, blood dropin' on ya,
Jeffy more vicious than a ciger" take note's Menike's about to school ya
Lyrically my bars of metaphors are bigger than a noah's ark
I slice n' dish Jeffy out as a specialty for dinner call it a panic attack
Look man, I'll re'arange ya face like you got knocked by thousands of G Forces
Ain't nothin unique bout this gay , his only as original as his Gay force is
Grab an elevator, your shitt lines needs to be lifted up
With that cheap ass flow, you're just another stupid thrifted mess
My lines spits more fire balls than a satan's sex life
Ya lines wack, similar to a terror squad wit out a big pun in its life
An uppercut will send 'White over ya head' like the Ku Klux Klan
Your a joke, menike will end you in a round so search for anotha plan
This is a morgue filling flow, don't violate my rhymes killing scrolls
Or Ill restrict your lyrical privileges like your voice box went on un willing parole[/center][/b]

mailmalc:
[center]@gamer-tag

[b]Y'all gon' think i've got a bursted pipe cause i flow wit ease/
roll the scripts, it reads "Gamertag's Ghost deceased when malc spat some holy shit"/
the crowd stand is jam packed/ even Gamer-tag is a mailmalc's fan/
guess you'll have to send apology letters, u silly lame ass stan/
a-round here, i'm like the whole circle nd you be less than a little arc/
still wouldn't have the 'hunch' to rap even if you sit on a cripple's back/
lyrically ur best chance of defeating me will still be by losing this/
ur entire verse is anemic nd still my acidic spit is diluting it/
certainly ur mental ability lies far-flung below your two knees/
that is why u can't decipher ish like it was written in por-tu-gese/
quit messin wit me like ur ass been sufferin from excessive fart/
check the neccessary stats, mailmalc's ill wit an endless this-charge/
you only drop nursery rhymes primarily to suit your childish style/
bet u gon like~this~line,"ma lyrics intoxicates more than creams and irish wines"/
upgrade ur game nd stop blaming mukina2 for pairin u against this lyrical guru/
i squeeze 'clips' to subdue u/ so nairalanders could get a free download from 'youtube'/[/b][/center]

Ibime:
Here's my verse against Knife. . . .


I’m very polite, I’ll show dude-some-respect/
I’ll even pull his chair out. . . . with a noose-on-his-neck/
You bore-us-with-weak-text/ Nairaland won’t fall-for-ya B.S/
So voters’ll give you the W. . . . along-with-the T.F.!
This Niger-Delta nigga be taking women hostage/
but if ya chick says she’s tied up. . . believe, she’s into bondage!/
Her cookie jar is open and we all-been-in-it/ even Sauron-hit-it/
She got a V.I.P pass. . . . at the abortion-clinic!!/
Lets determine-facts/ Skill is what this urchin-lacks /
I’d give him a 'taste of his medicine'….but I couldn’t write a verse-that-wack!/
You need proper ventilation/ Your lyrics are suffocating /
Got ya lungs and chest aching. . . .'cus my rhymes are breathtaking!/
So ‘pay’ homage to a vet. . . and bring my cheque/
Before I choke you with a phoneline. . . . and[i] ‘wring’ your neck[/i]/
Ask you rhetorical questions, so trying to answer-my-diss/
first requires-this-kid to stop and quietly-think . . . . "Am I a gay or a bitch?"