Yawn! It's boring up in here

@SEGZI
Know wat? U have every right to be down after i shot at ya, so welcome baq to ur re-incarnation, u say shit again, i'ma put u on the ground again, so keep mum over ur ass. Ok?

Peace!

@Segzi Klepto

My previous lines put u to sleep like it was mandrake
I always take it up fast but u's slow on the uptake
Dont ride with me I'm fast n furious, i aint pulling the brake
Take u on a rough-rap-journey, earn u serious headache
Watcha doing on rap section, here! u cant find ur lost life
He's always on Romance sect., but not 'cos he wants a wife
This bit^ch always fuxx himself, he's an hermaphrodite
He's run outta flow beg Shaz to call u the white Knight
He flounders over Rap or Indecency in his unending dreams
Then this fuxxing chimp. did chose Rap in a whim,
U compared to me son is like a rodent to a Bear
I'ma lame u that u wont make a move with the wheelchair
I'ma heavy hitter, remember me dawg and feel the pain
I had him hard till he's expended and never come again
If u see him come, Check it he's only masturtbating
I got poisonous tongue finna give u the kiss of life, u're fadin

Where u at Daaaaaaaaawg? Oh! I aint gotta ask where u are, it's glaring u're in ur grave.

Let the next person remix Playerz haterz. . . . . .by Crude and OldSync

@Sexy Lizard
I wont really mind how cripple your flows are, just bring it

segzi cres:

try harder crude, i ain't impressed. but i'ma spit on you, okay okey dokey crespo's here, i've been trying hard to explain to this pussy, begging your mama for make up won't make you hidden, your stench always gives you away, you feel you've seen a lesser enemy but all i am is malc reloaded, you say you want respect but i'll give you something to cry_sleep about, your crude flows can only explain the word lame!. i give you one more chance, run niiga run, or my nuclear weapon would be testd

Lol. . . . . . . . . . . . . .hahahahahahahahahahhehehehehehehehehehehehhihihihihihihihihohohohohohohohoho Malc reloaded? lol the more hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. . . . . . .U know wat? Merely reading ur post, i read nothn but wackness pasted all over it, u calling or likening urself to Mail the "Malc" shows u're disrespecting that Cat, cos he aint as lame as two of ur kind put together. . . . . . . .U know u're so lame that no crutches could make u step an inch

When u know ur ass aint ready to die, why did u pop this up? Maybe u're scared of beign cremated, Neway it aint nothn to it, it's just a gallonful spray of petrol on ur ass and light u up with lighter, Blah!!! It goes, all the smoke and shit going up to heaven. . . . lol. . . . .hahaha

Just a rough and hurry spar @Segzi-Crespo

. . . . . . .Dawg bring it down here

[b]
Where u at Dawg,
where u at, where u at,
where u at Dawg
Come on come to spar

Yeah! this is how it is, i hate not disturbing ya peace
He's palpitatin abnormally, i can hear his heart beat
I couldda flow to it, but he's heart is beating fast-tempo
I heard him whisper a scream, like a machine out of Loco
Me rush u chewing rhymes like it's some Deli Cookies
Check ur ass the only thing u'll see is Helluva whoopies
Ei' lines i spit has got some Sharp Garlic and chives
Careful hot-head dont rush at me, my rhymes are knives
They'll pierce thru leave u loking like a target Jack
Stick my flows on u 4ever like i use some Blu-Tack
I'm the nigga that makes u shiver, like u got thyphoid fever
I flow earthquake, break the ritcher scale n throw u in Dither
I serve lyrical chaos to anyone who comes to my lyrical dinner
U deliver urself the nexthing na to wack u, like say u be pizza
I pounce on u n suck out ur manliness call me rap-whizard
Next time, Call me daddy n prostrate like an agama Lizard
Shouldda known 'fo u said Crude's corner is where i'ma cruise
I entertain with feast(Fist) and ur take home gift are Scar n bruise[/b]

Where u at daaaaaaaaaaaawg?

I see that, then u bring it to tha "Just bring it" thread. . . . . . .aiite. . . . .let's spar it a lil on there. . . . . . . .

[b]Ya'll know fa sho, i aint backing the fukk down. . . . .let's do this rex. . .

Mic-checkin got this fake Giant shitting in his pants
I strike the "G" from this Giant burst the "I" leave him the "Ant"
I know ei' way on the rap labyrinth, like i'm the son of the soil
Check it, i'm most expensive to rap-nation, call me Crude oil
Flowing gas-o-line, thru my rap-line, and spray ur ass
I've got this match i'ma strike it, n burn u to ash
Leave u lookin like u got entwined with an ignited Nitro
'Fo u freestyle use ur Stylo, lest u post bulk of typos
Ur tight flow reveals ur're tyro, now i'm lyrically psycho
Dont be stupid take heed, go and update ur lyrical Silo
I did the Math .'. T + Rex = Nil
On ur ass i'ma spit tipex n wite u outta this tourney
Here is my liter bin, u can drop some of ur tightest there
U're as good as Nothing, it's like i'm battling an open air
U Sound like guitar without strings, i'ma pluck ur vocal Chord
U get kicked arround all the time, u aint got game u're the ball

Wat say u Dawgg? [/b]

Ok i got T-Rex abi? Ok. . . . . . . .Let me drop a lil somthn on his ass

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHIHIHIHIHIHAHAHAHAHAHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

ROFLMFAO

Hmmmm, . . . . . . . .

@Flow-Show
Nice one right thurr

FLOWSHOW:

FLOWSHOW @J-UNIT

in the quarterfinals/'flowshow' aint a newbie/punchlines like queen bee/
i push bricks /i aint talking bout the one your brothers play on tetris

I aint gon lie, it hurts Oooouch! Lol

Hail Mary? Well i'm finna do that, but i just had this little idea clamoring for recognition in me, i hope ya'll don't take umbrage at this. . . . . . . . .


Check this out
50 did a track he titled "How to Rob" I'ma do a Remix of that fo i do that of Hail Mary

I'm coming too fuxxing slow, new to rap-threadz
Bringing it, soon i'ma measure wit em rap headz
i'm finna quit, they said hold on u can make it
Star wars battle was scary, but nah i aint a fairy
I'ma Flow my Show, Mail to Malc n High my Brid
Grow Old wit da Sync n Word somthn i don Smith
Rob Shaz of her brain prolly become the World Best
If Rap turns Sody then i'll steal the mic from T-Rex
Re-Shuffle my lines, do a track, name it still I-Shine
Creep up on Makavelle, tell him where're those rhymes
Dont Bleep arround, i aint playing better be on time
Alexpissu'll be like "Dont take my life, Take my lines"
That's a good Ni99a, put it there, I owe u one
I'm still hungry, i'll reach out and pick my gun
Twin carbines and all that trimmings, pull d glock click
You think i'ma let u be? Nah!!! I see u Saucekid
He'll say u want somthn from me? i'll say yea u gotti
J-Unit i want urs too, don't smile at u aint my buddy
I'll take your styles, holla at Malthuss"I'ma be wit u soon"
Simmy where're your Punchlines, feed me, use a big spoon
Nasyl, Javaprince I aint shittin i want some more
I'll put the gun to Menike's head, ask him for the metaphor
He'll be like "how about the girls," Oh! Lest i forget
I'll tell Chiogo don't move, with a 6 shooter on her chest
Chasis-girl don't move this shit is some serious stuff
I'ma through witcha, Lo! This shitty seem to be enough
Then i'll walk away laughing straight to the studio
Put my Loot in 1 C.D be the most played on Channel O
Every Hood'll have that shit blasting through 'em Radio
I'ma relax back thinking i got all the rhymes n flo
Concepts, punchlines, fa sho i rob ya'll to get rich
I won't die trying, in a flash i'ma up n get somthn to eat


Whoooooooo!!!!!! If i truly bring a gun, would ya give up all that flow, rhymes, punchlines e.t.c? If only i could do it the way i said it, i mean rob ya'll of those shits, then i'll be the only Rapper in the world. . . . . . .Dont ya think so? I really got respeck for netcees not even most of the best out there could match wacksters on Nairaland

I've been doin it like am paranoia
simply for my daily bread
I need a steroid i wan keep with the thread
Look at me closely i aint running from nothn
I'ma heat u up till u'll finna get ur shirt unbuttoned

Watch this eibody. . . . . . . .


A lotza peeps are thinking Crude aint shit right now
Well i heard 'em props u can take me on right now
Bring em battle and let's put it down right now
I'ma proove to ya'll i deserve ur respeck right now


I know the fuckker i'm talking to, and he knows himself

@Don
Lol. . . . . . . . . .U sure are scared of the Malc. . . . . . . .Lol

Why dont ya show us all ur introductive lines?

Intro;
I'm dropping this 1ce and for all, u was my Homeboy tho
but u called for your lyrical cremation. Now Here we go

[b]'em say "Blood's thicker than water", i'm pragmatic, i'll spill urs
I'm as slippery as Oil step on me u''ll fall with plenitude of force
I'm da Bat-slingin-bricks, watch me bring u the Brick-Bat
Maka''s ville, fuxxin door-mat, epitome of cheap Bric-a-brac
An Anagra of your Lameness was done, it reads Nameless
Now u'sa lame, u aint got name, what're u? "The Fakest"
My rap plunked on your head n numb your cerebral Hemisphere
My 16''ll damage your 6th n earn u a psycho atmosphere
My tasty rhymes is an iron glove punch, i'm a sweet enemy
Backspin kick 1 time makes u switch from Ballad to Elegy
I'm Dr.Katrina, i bring hurricane n inject u with Belladonna
Dope up like D. Maradonna u wont out-game me, this Anaconda
''ll crush u down n eat u up in day light like it's crunch-time
From my belly, u yelled  "Fuxx You", What? Is that your punchline?
He's choking let the time keeper ring the bell n say my name
I'ma advise u to switch to blues, sing a dirge @ your dead Game[/b]
                   
                  Outro; [font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Shoot at me once u're out of your trauma
                              You wan' fuxx? Fuxx fo aint no time for drama[/font

Aiite let me quickly perform some lyrical Homicide fore the cremation get started. . . . .
Huh wat nigga?

waddup dawg? where u hiding?

Still checking my skiilz. . . . . . . .

I aint finnin going no where i'm still arround
Always attack no barking like the Greyhound
I cause havoc like grenade still aint be tamed
Bitch i dnt like the ballin, i like the fuxxing game
Lock heads with me, ur styles'll get pranged
Bitch be jumpy when i drop ish like Bang!
Punchin ur chin n Crushin beyond recognition,
Ambition is decimation, accomplish my mission. . . . .Agh

Word . . . . . .Let it pop Mak's

How long are we gonna sit arround?

Wat's up wit this itty bitty thing right hurr. . . . hahahaha

Stand up! Stand folks! it's the Crude right here
Murtha4ka! Check ur rareview i'm right there
Fukc wit me get charred, i'm the Bursen burner
I aint Wenger, i got more arsenal than gunners
I'ma chew the beef off ur heart till u beef no more
I got my gat, flipping always, i'll show u no love
Let me thru da hood it's sword swingin like Conan
My lyrics belong in the war, like the war of Trojan


Just 8 bars like that. . . . . . .was just testing my skills

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. . . . . . . .


U really want to die
I can see it thru ur eye
This time 2morrow, ur mama cry
Makavelle! Oh! God. . .Why?

Just Spar. . dont blame me. . . .i'm just freestyling

Check dis out. . . .huh. . . Crude. . . . .Young God
Like a gogo dancer i'ma show u wat i got (Lol)
Flow earthquake that plunges u over edge of the cliff
Simply Brid's Freestyle's lounge, i aint starting no riff
I'm from the rap 3rd world growing up too fast
Picture me slow it down!!! I dont wan' come last
I'ma battle, if they pull me down I wont be mad
I'ma get up, dust my shirt n take on another cat
I may hit the ground now n hit the top next time
Fa'sho e'i Mcee started off like Crude in his Prime
Stay off my path buddy, my speed is too furious
Cat taking umbrage at it? Fry ur beef i'm curious
Read thru n find typo, Cat wan' mock me like a tyro
Mail a print-out to Pharaoh, he'll paste 'round Cairo
I give my respeck to ya'll, i'm loyal to the game
Say i'm gameless and all, i'm loyal to the game


Wat say u for a beginner . . . . . , ?