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GIYAZZ:
Listen to Boogey's songs and be blessed.

Download His mixtape. Boogey - Art- ificial Intelligence.

teddybiyasi:
I resemble kimwhyte

Lol. If only Khimwhyte was a girl

Puss:
#Vip#


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pls am new here cn sum1 show me d wqy or hook me wid a brawl pls??

You have to post a verse on this thread. Flex or cypher or whatever. We scrutinize and welcome you officially to FFR

Ice say make we drop bars . . oya chop these half done moi moi

. . . I been gone for for what? Over Five months/ now here crawling with sly talks/ level of 'penmanship' not enough to even write OFF!/
shout to goons still bringing the tight stuff/ now essence/
greets presence/
newbies better show some reverence/ cos like ' a debuting fashion designer' . . I finally 'make an appearance'!/
. . . . Bring me a nigg@ to spear/ could cause a bigger duress/
cos now he claim to be sick with scripts/ till I lay my hands on the queer/ a punch in the air/
Into the Atmosphere . . he can go look for his miracles there!/
Or i could instill him with fear/ till he off his footwear/ and literally start to tear/ like he got slippers to spare!/
These newbies have no shame/ turning this camp profane/ With those 'wack drugs' . . y'all spew in 'large dosage'/
forgive my paradox its something I had to say/ I chop you in bits and send you back to base/
I pity em fam . . so I'll transport the bodybag via a cargo plane!!/
I and ya destined babe port/ she sees it as elevation/ she 'creaming my back' and you looking on with vexination/
but my mood swing into dessimation/ so when i reciprocate the 'tan' . . she'll be left with a 'cot'!/
I live large nigga . . its necessary/ you barely seen four figures since you left SS3/
while I'm suffering from success like Khaled and friends, let see/ Im still making excess green/ while your 'money penny' like MI6's secretary!!/

My first ever post in this chat room. What's happening folks

Nu Year eve frees . .
Morning time/ nine fourty five/ punching my/ sporty i . . . phone device/ dropping rhymes that have phoney guys/ solely cry/ Holy Christ!!/ this flow is tight/
. . Im fockin iller/ a morbid spitter/ cutting sphincters/ hit you with a 'Yung L' record . . till you're struck with 'fever'!/
I Bring to your cradle afflictions/ These vague human minions/ will claim crude, ambitious/ but I got a 'strong' hold over them . . like 'cable addictions!!/
I act up quickly/ for stating that ya raps convincing/ You see ya death in the papers . . . Mass publishing/ no planks for beating/ nigg..a . . just 'action packs from Series'/ 'once upon a time' I send an 'arrow'/ from a 'secret circle' to ya 'castle'/ and watch as it strikes ya 'Hart of Dixie'!/
Thy saviour is God/ so better pray to the Lord/ or get maimed with a sword/ all favour ripped off/ I deviate from the ways of Jesus/ To give you a Taste of this gun/
Lets go back to basics/ ya cray beetch/ with great ti..ts/ say she's/ waiting/ for the main thing/ an odd offer/ a dude who can do more numbers/ than the matrix/ I xplore a couple ways which/ we can face this/ 'for example' . . . i could 'turn on' ya chick first . . . with a 'K switch'!/
I send y'all into panic/ Any nigg.a stand me?/ hardly/ with attacks flacid/ cos I'll unleash my ARSENAL . . and 'Surge' from the flanks like 'Gnabry'! . . .
. . . . . Nigg@s disperse when I start to spit greasly lyrics/ y'all try to make the 'call to glory' . . but i already 'seized the digits'!!/
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Happy Nu Year Fellas
oNe

School stuff man. Now its battle time . . I don rusty finish.

. . . . . . Ema got this battle by some distance, but Ibime's comment showed us alot of things. Look at that one who changed his vote . . . Smh. Hope we've learnt to vote for the verse and not the man? This ain't politics!
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Dope battle fam
oNe

Couldn't sleep . . so i remembered Airmark
. . .There's beef in the air/ so let me sneak in a pair/ and watch this sixteen impair/ I move to bring him despair/ firstly with a lethal stare/ Air . . Mark my Words . . or have your haemoglobin infused in the pen!/
reading your verse vs Mikuz . . got me laughing at you/ trying to show off when skills is something you sparsely accrue/ I tyrannize the baboon/ till he cried and vamoose/ after I left shots in the AIR . .like a military funeral salute!!/
look boy . . you're short of raps/ while I author facts/ you best quit the tough nut act/ cos your verses are bunch of trash/ ask Jan Huntelaar . . My every rhyme comes with a touch of Klaas!/
they hail me as the manic bringer/ he claims to be a sporty nigga/ don't let Mark deceive ya/
he's a gay and tragic street hag/ cos I seen you with your so called fielders/ no surprise that they called him the Wide Receiver!/
I ball like the 76ers/ and crush his fam with heavy steel bars/ then watch as their shape refract/ as I make 'Air Mourn' . . like the R&B singer!/
I get him schooled in bolton/ where my men throw punches at the phoney/ till he bleed on the forehead like Mic Foley/
cos my 'Team Cruel' . . . like the Newcastle goalie !!!/
he wield leashes that are poorly spiked/ so my mortars will scorn this guy/ a hundred times/ and if he ask to be 'redeemed' . . I land him 'A Knock' . . like it's anointing time!!/

A lot has happened here . . Airmark i need your blood to kick off 2014

^^ Really Nigga?

Lol . . These people get power o.

ThunderStorm: So Base didn't drop a verse afterall? smh
na wa oo . all you ninjas tho . . cowardice or what??

wonder what his own excuse shall be now .

how come finest's case wasn't worthy of a mention?

Wetin concern me concern your trouble? Wetin concern me concern the quarters? Look back to the first round, maybe That will Illuminate your reasoning. Also, did you take a look at prekky's comment? Its just too bad the tourney ended up this way

Some peeps don't even have a Nairaland account but they were seeded, they didn't even check in or notify nobody (on the Tourney threads). And their battles were allowed to go on, hows that for fair tourney? . . . I could've easily been given the extension I pleaded for, but No. Some people just think of others in any way they feel. Base chill dude. na for Fun, them no dey pay put.

Some Silly freestyle I conjured up some Mins ago . . .
. . . I pose with a grave disguise/
no Alakpomeji effort but I Play it
Nice/
I leave you inna box to be Laid in
christ/
for trying the same thing twice/
my crew a crazed divide/
who lay the pipe/
whenever your girl display the
thighs/
you think your dame is wise?/
You bear Audu . . So you're gonna
pay the pryse!/
I pack Insulin In a tasty Spice/
I'm 'Tom, then I slay six mice/
with poison laced with thyme/
now one sucker just made me
fight/
blow his brains out . . Just to Air
his thoughts . . since he a Navy
guy!/
Under the skirt is where my
cravings lie/
I spit on the p**$y shady style/
I been tryna make this Lady Mine/
not good with petal love . . So
forgive me If I didn't put the
daisy right!/
Halima get a$§ but Nkechi fine/
she make My feet taking flight/
like a quarter back in the Nfl
Maiden Plight/
cos of the way she whyne/
I'm cool as Ice, walk around and
Flames ignite/
I shame this guy/
till he act a Jimmy . . Then jump off
a cliff and waste his life/
I never go Mano amano . . Nigga!
thats a gay derive/
like ross I weep only when babies
die/
and If you're a Vampire . . . The
stake is high!/
show's over . . Go home. I don slay
the Rhymes!/

Unwise Yoruba boy And Grown @ss babies . . . Smh

ThaBlaqBonez: He's scared that I might wanna revenge, n he wuld lose d bragging right of beating blaq

Smh

Phantom lets kick a rematch on fb, yh??
U know I came easy on u initially, u know

came easy against one of Nairalands finest? Oh please. Its too bad Mikuz is being so childish . . . Bragging rights eh? What bragging rights is there in beating you . . . . Smh. You and Mikuz I'm coming for ya heads after this tourney

Funny how y'all are saying 'since Da Phantom decided to Opt-out' . . . I never said that. What I said was that would notify Mikuz today. I can afford to post from other internet sources . . . Come to think of it BlaqBonez just showed up here.

Mikuz, Why throw Insults at me? Cos I asked for a reschedule? The battle with bones is the last thing on my mind right now. As for your cowardice jabs . . . When you're free, go to R.A.P group on fb. 2013 heavyweight tourney round 1. Da Phantom vs BlaqBones. Goodday

Mr. Tourney cordinator, I'd like Inform you that I wouldn't be able to meet tomorrows deadline due to the unfortunate incident of me losing my phone. I plead for a re-schedule, i will notify you on tuesday if I can/cannot continue.
Thanks

BlaqBonez yet again in the first round of another tournament.

ThePrekky: Nice nice nice..
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I'm known as d master rapper/ when I crash and scatter/
cos I'm a dangerous player. . .'step with me' & lose 'A Toe' easier than Anzhi Makhachkala!/
See I don't laff wit bastards/ cos I'm past ya chapters/ so if these niggahhz start saying I'm an awful dude to spit it/ they'd be 'selling themselves short' like prostituting midgets!/
Silly, u'r constituteing nuisance/ we wish u decompose & melt/
cos out in public I'm calm, but u need a ghost-writer. . .how u can't compose yurself!/
I'm ill enuff to dispose off health/ cos I'm more cold & evil/ than the Zohan tripled/
I rise high like cones and steeples/ but ur flows are feeble/
U d terminator? I'm the destroyer! & this punch is 'Bar-burying' like the Conan Sequel!!/
Don't test me bro/ I'm blessed with flows/ & I rep Igbos/ but this neegguh has no real life, so online is where he “seeks one” . . .Eaglets vs Mexico!/
I'm rich enuff 2 squander the cheddah/ but don't dare thunder and tether/
Or I'll quit brainstorming. . .& physically ensure you're 'under the weather'!/
I split broads/ in three, fours/ when I'm a bit bored/
So listen bro, U'll die a self-servicer. .while I'll see more Bikini Bottom. . .than Spongebob and Squidward!!/
From Carlifonia to Winterland/ I get greet by fans/ but dt don't mean I'll hesitate to 'plank' haters with ma hands/
So eida respect my 'prada shoes'. . .or watch your head when the Timber-lands!/
This Jock does a cheap swing/ & then feels swell like bee stings/ when nobody undstnds what He sings/
Truth is, he could play his guitar wearing 'lingerie'. .we still won't get what this G strings!/
I,ve been known to smoke wood stumps/ then shoot trumps/ with huge pumps/
so wen I strut like a gander, niggzz start to 'duck' like they caught the goose bumps!/

D. . D. . openess

Ibime: .

Y'all niggas hardly super/ while I'm harder than an army trooper/
and raps that I author/ beat your hyperactive disorder/ . . into a calming stupor!/
Walk in the club. . .ladies think I'm a charming suitor/
till I pull my pants down. . .and shyte on the dance floor. . .party pooper!!/
I'm the King of Kings/ A macabre ruler/
So when I raise my sword/ if you don't praise the Lord/ . . then you must be saving breath. . for the Hallelujah!/
I value silence/ so noisemakers will get subjected to Aluu violence/
I kill a nigga. . . then kill niggas who come to bury him. . .like Agagu's pilots!!/
Been tryna pass the crown, but none of y'all merit this ish/
so I might hang on. . . till my son inherit this ish/
And if y'all protest against the King. . . I'ma convert my reign. . . into an Emperorship!!/
Any nigga in an angry tirade/ will get strangled and slayed/ when I handle my blade/
And since the Soviets took a monkey when they travelled to space/
. . .I'ma hire Russian goons/ to deport y'all baboons/. . .to the planet of Apes!!!/
I'm simply raw/ My trigger finger kill em all/
When I deliver force/ that collapse the Empire State building to a single floor/
I shoot dude in the @ss and make the nigga fall/
Cos my bullet hit so many 'Gee bootys'. . . you'd swear I was fighting in Somalian civil war!!/
(Djiboutis)
Everything I spit, they deem it as brilliance/ I pee on you minions/
What you know about trips to Italy. . . eating sardines with Sardinians?/
What you know about eating parmesan/ with Parma Ham?/
Diss me in your local lingo. . .and I'll castrate your mother tongue. . .in your fatherland!/
You better eulogise a sage/ as I brutalise the stage/
I'm from a long line of Ijaw slavetraders. . . so it's in my DNA to dehumanise a slave!/
Our martyrs bled/ so Tompolo had to spark the lead/
From Boyloaf to grown men. . .now we in Aso Rock. . .eating cassava 'bread'!!/
While all you punks is starving/
Y'all chickens better duck . . .when our guns is sparking/
I'm the uncle charming/
that'll run up on ya pops. . .while he reading the 'newspaper'. . . and 'punch' your 'guardian'!/
5 years, still this tyrant stand/ spitting fire from his diaphragm/
King of Kings. . . Waridabo I of Nairaland!/


oNe

The pinnacle of Creativity!!

Saturday night freestyle . .
. . . Its a slaughter party/ so best call ya army/ I aint down for mustard findings/ I hurt and harm peeps/ and stop their Laughing/ outshine Dark poets with Lightening . . . And Leave thunder clapping!/
My ether corrode this mister/ cos I'm a hollow viscera/ fire bullets to a negro mouth . . . till they brand him Leadbiter/ Like the borough midfielder!/
my deadly bars excess/ No need for early Large respects/ cos my skills barely harnessed yet!/
I Never Issue a Later warning/ ya ways are sordid/ so I'll just mumble a phrase that hurt him/ before the facial churning/ flip through your pad . . and the page's apauling/ royalty is what you lames are forming/ but I'm Steel King . . cos my bar-reign . . like I run the asian country!/
my bentley convo/ Gently storm roads/ if any oppose/ we dish deadly combos/ you'd be defeated . . . if you attempt stepping on toes!/
If its beef I'm heinous at that/ ask edward . . I scissor hands Fast/ for writing so ambiguous and wack/ my eminence international . . . while you just Recently left villa for the city Like Jësus Navas!/
it was the truth?/ that ya beetch got all the looks?/ oh a false presume/ and here comes the dudes/ she quick to Hey-guy . . . read b/w the lines . . and you ended up marrying a prostitute!!/
my cape move with the wind/ as I Pull houdini schemes/ ya chick master balls like neuer and velthuzien/ I mount ya Lass . . . Before I Bend-her over . . call it s3x made in bayer Leverkusen!!/

GLACIERZ!:
Phantom are you crazy What is my verse compared to this epic shît Dude u murked this shìt...why didnt u register for RGA cypher?

I didn't learn of it till after I posted on the wall.

GLACIERZ!:
Phantom yo....that is superb.....freaking good!!!!!

Lool. Thanks man . . . Yours was the definition of awesomeness!

Arise 0' compatriots
53 . . . Aint nobody feeling me?/ we celebrating . . But the nation bleeding still/ and Jonathan put a Good-Lock on the doors of progression!!/ I digress . . Every year we regressing/ politicians . . And the problems they 'cos' . . resolving the angles of elevation!/
. . . A humanist rise, next he meets his benediction!/
Switch the mood/ to when we was fifty two/ we're still greiving too/ waited for the gen. Last night before I hit the books/ to script this poo/ PHCN handed to foreign Investors . . Nigga's beeming boos/ citizens ask if its true?/ is it good?/
A wave of changes coming . . . starting with the tariff increased goons!!/
. . . Strike! strike!
The goals yet to be achieved . . So we'll never see the net shake/ FG must listen cos there's no escape/ the cash requested is mere change/ to what these political ingrates gain/ I bet their kids school in Britain and In the USA/
Poor Uni structure . . Yet they want us to get the best grades/ Lecturers turning the schools into a business place/ its either Roger . . . Or the girls get Laid/ and still they'll get paid/
. . . . Corruption the horror core of the problems/ Babangida and his minions, we loathe them/ so many crimes commited but the cells can never hold them/
Cash Embezzlement reigns/ you get in office and don't loot, then you Lame/ is the picture the society paints/
Let your mind drift to the national assembly/ do they really rep. Their local constituency/ allocations released . . . We cry for infrastructure hoping they might listen/ it all falls on deaf ears cos the Leaders tight fisted!/
But I'm never loosing the focus/ no matter the challenges reality will throw us/ we still gon blow up . . . And that was pun intended!/
We pray for peace in the north/ that boko quit flipping the bombs/ Christ or Mohammed, bottomline is we both beilieve in the Gods/ nigga's should quit beetching and pause/ refuse to be used as pawns/ by the political scums/
. . . . No matter the storm/ we pray for the dawn/ and we shall rise, grow and succeed after the shine of the sun!/
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Happy Independence peeps.

Base!! That was mad . . Ice, nice . . . My cypher be up in a bit.

Mikuz . . . Put the battle on hold, something came up . . . Dimes, no vex.

Mikuz please create the thread . . . . Daphantom vs Deli Dimes

opener: Glaciers
Rhymes: Glaciers
Metaphor: Lunatic
Punchline: Tie . . . Glaciers should've got this but c'mon Luna tried massively
Flow: Tie . . Nice
Wordplay: Tie
Closer: Glaciers
winner: Glaciers