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Nice verses fam . . . Would vote tomorrow.

Mikuz got this Hands down . . . Mr. Luna you got some nice Ideas tho . . . Btw that Ozil pun was not it at all.
Oga Ema abeg calm down.
Great showing . . . Peace

^^Lwkm . . Who this one dey deceive

airmark: I stay awake with opened ear/

I stay awake with opened ear/ but you're tha lilliputian loathing in here/ I'll place mark's Lungs on his palm . . . And Force him to hold his breath!!/
I'm not joking here/ he better quit kidding . . Cos the goat's been beard!/
You wanna swing strokes with vets/ With that owing verse/
Even the newbee shawn wants to own him next!/
I could hand you Blackberry shoes . . . Still no bolden steps!/
He'll get a gory death/ with poles to his head/ started before I . . . But still hasn't edged flowing yet!/ with those punches that wouldn't quake poultry birds/
I've got moves that I won't Show him yet/ he could boast about holding techs/ but not after I'll scold the gent/ now, I bet the hoe's been served!/
^^ 10mins monoflow lecture for mark.

Lets play with this Nigga
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Mark, ya verse bore traits of a boring story/ I'll just throw a couple I6's to scold him/ to be honest drug heads barely know him/ You're not an MC . . So Quit standing on ceremony!/
you wanna say something?/ I'll Strike his mouth with my 'Allstar' shoe . . Just to kickstart a CONVERSE-ation!/
. . . . . . Then my troops ransack tha nuke/ call it bastard abuse/ he'll get matyred and bruised/ He exudes scripts that's tired and loose/ we'll classify ya stuff as drugs . . . that aint NAFDAC approved!/
What tha bozo spit/ are local shyt/ Im spraining necks . . . He's twisting leg like azonto fiends/
since he claim 'birdie' . . . i go all 'Rango' on em with a pistol/ if tha bum take shots its prolly free throws/ the mauling is vivid/ cos My lines project a 'sharp' picture . . . His don't 'Televise' or 'shorten the pinhole'!/
how many Joysticks can your back hole take/ You spew bland lyrics for battle sake/
that epitaph attempt was colloquial trash . . I have to say/ ya a scam or fake/ I'll Maraud the stratosphere after I bring air' strikes . . like those Nato planes!/
. . . . call this the hardbringing/ cos Tha cats shrieking/ he can't git in/ and my raps fielding/ but they bench-mark . . . Like anchors during map reading!/
oNe

I don't want no trouble but . . . .
. . . My celestial wrath will murder some cats/ that utter raw trash/ and foster poor raps/ I assume Sub-zero . . . And bring him a cold death . . When I engage 'airmark' in a Mortal Kombat!/
I abuse weak bi@tches/ whose lyrics that are Insipid/
he'll get eaten up for trynna beef with me/
. . . I Navigate my submarine . . . So i can grill His bits using the gas from an offshore-rig/
I post remains of the sumptious meal/ to his mum's torn crib/ its thanksgiving sunday . . . And he's the burnt offering!!/
I Woo ya honey/
she good at loving/
ya chick merry when I push her button/
I knock btw the thighs . . and she yells 'you can come inn'!/
Im not so good at frontin/ so we Switch to dawggy/
. . . pitchfockin . . . The way she grip my balls with both hands . . She must be a whiz at super rugby!/
To men, he'll resort/ So many dïïks have filled his butt/
i bit he feels its fun/ I'll fire shells to the tout . . But mac can't shoot . . . Unless he is cøcked!!/
Mark Better fret/ moment he hear My ether breath/ the coffin is set, and the petals are wet/ he'll be gone when I shred the bible . . And shorten the epistles of the new testament!!/
oNe

You know something/ My flows morbid/ with strokes hurting/
Im sub-zero with the cold touches/ I evelope paper boys with daily punches . . And turn postmen to post morten!/
Bullets get sprayed/ I make lyrical thespians retract their 'c/o too' . . . Moment I exhale!/
when my vexing starts/
peers git smacked/
Im best with bars/ I pounce and the vet retracts/ cos if he Trigger my rage . . . I'll chop off his Index fingers!/
I vanquish with blistering katon/ any filty maggot/ that thinks he's hardcore/ some will feel they're tough/
But I whisper a 'Boo!' . . . and they already pissing their shorts!/
I impale and injure/ they get dismayed and withdraw/
I'm light years ahead . . So If they buzz . . . I'll punch and leave em flying to infinity and beyond!/
I excite the fans/ as I let fly these bars/ next hyping starts/ but you couldn't 'milk the crowd' . . . If you were a diary' man!/
Fork all this/ I'm chuck norris/
I draw guns . . . If you gay . . . Then I C.o.c.k it/
I Illuminate the solar system . . with my shine . . that penetrate the gravity of suns orbit!/
if you assemble ya colleagues . . I'll punch with the constitution . . so they get a taste of a Law feast!/
the plan is laid out/ you can't make the main bout/ with those puns that are played out/ he's barely balling . . while Im jersey sure . . like snooki and J-wow!/
Im a beast in every sense/
my students will brutally teach the lessons Learnt/
moment I show on the warfront. . Lieutenants flee and commanders. . . Develop speech impediments!/
So many niggas with weak spits/
I'll turn your mics to pigsticks/
if any beetch squeak/ I burn em to ashes . . Its not hate . . Im simply carrying out the order of the phoenix!!/
they laud my eclectic manner/ i wonder why airmark is feeling involved . . . cos he's deranged in the skull/ Ill Iron his head and straighten his thoughts . . if he thinks his resistance is a 'pressing matter'!/
oNe

Off the dome . . . #saveFFR
I'm dropping his head/ for talking misled/
cos my lines furnished this nest/ damn the rubbish he said/ go back to the jungle, here's not a place for monkey bis-ness!/
my versitility meets valour/ but y'all barely spit without flaws/ push y'all over the cliff . . . And Im just testing gravitys action/
Ninja's claiming they straffing hoes/ and slack deep throats/
But behind the scenes, their a$$ hardly close/ like Matt Dallas/
I don't mean to rattle the faker/ cos Im far ahead in acres/
he better not startle this slayer/ for I mar teens like the napoli player!/
Niggs better know i run this thread/ if they feel tough and bred/ Im pumping techs/ to floor the nerds/ tic tac toe on their metatarsals . . And the resistance is four-feeted!/
I respire lines/ mixed with cyanide/
And dynamites/ with dents that leave you spinning in circles like spiral lines/
He's burnt by My aura of Scrorching flames/ his sacral tucked in shame/
another d¤ggy trait/
Or Is it a strap on this waist?/ spontaneous oscillations . . . He already bumped his mates/
Ibime been exuding mind blowing scripts/ and ema showing us what flowing is/
I'll never forget how streetz owned Ibis/
And that clever dude dbr who was always bold with lyrics/
That turned men to misfits/ and bones to biscuits/
He's better find time to visit this abode/
Not with hols excuse . . . But with lyrics/
ONE

@Ema, Mik, Prekks, Gosh. Thanks for the votes.
so its daphantom 3-1 opuses . . . Mikuz? Victory is by how much margin?

Even though this is third time . . You niggas know how to awe the audience. Anyway, my vote
Opener: Mikuz
Rhymes: Tie
Wordplay: Tie (nice!)
Metaphor: Tie
Punchline: Theprekky
Flow: Tie
Closer: Theprekky
Winner: Theprekky

I wonder what happened to voting criteria though

The brat's shaking/ his body parts aching/ but I'm the one the pundits have faith in/ when I use his head to drill the floor . . . They'll hail the experience as ground breaking!/
His Mettle's Lost/ and he's first to duck/ to meet his exodus/ I'll storm the smeared hoe's church/ and have 'demonic monkey troops' drop him . . . If he tries to 'Temple Run'!/ My comet is wild/ with planks to pummel his thighs/ he couldn't 'pose threat' . . . If he Models with knives!/
I'm quick to batter and disburse peeps/ with a sharper retort kill/ cos his attempt to slander and Injure me/ will come at a very high price . . . and he'll 'pay through the nose' . . . when my pestles shatter his nostrils!!/
. . . . He'll be Shred off and teared/ cos It'll take me-Knits to be at the 'helm' of affairs/ I'll maim the bumface/ then leave him frayed in Bondage/ home or abroad . . I'll still bring the fool harm . . even at craven cottage/
I'll pound and tear the lad/ if he think his raps are very hard/ then make your boo-leave-ya . . After I b@ng her in South America/ he'll get riled and flamed/ but this 'flash in the pan' will jump to fire . . . when I set pen drives ablaze!/
I attack with bold Titans/ Next he'll be diagnosed of HIV . . . When this brutal beatdown goes viral!/ tha f@g'll be brought down with pestilence/ when my upper-cuts and chin strikes . . . Leave him spacebound like Eminem!/
he'll git sent to an early Grave/ when I attack With machetes plus spanners . . that'll leave he chopped and screwed . . Like the track by Teddy pain!/ our lines aint of thesame standard/ I'm lauded cos my bar-carry . . . And land you on the neck like sagna/
he'll get fired with guns or clips/ with his poor english I bet he spits wrong on beats/ so I'll punch his mouth with a Calculator . . . Till he starts to recite the figures of speech!/
I get support from top footballers . . . But not even italian players brace-ya/ he thinks he's berserk and cool/ till I render him loose/ then take opuses to an Arid Land . . . And kill him with a 'desert eagle'/

by 8:00pm I'll post my verse

Mikuz . . Pls create thread Daphantom vs Oppuses

opuses: How abt we drop sunday?

Nigga . . . I'll be busy tomorrow . . Monday's fine by me . . . Confirm so Mikuz will create the thread

opuses: Let's kick 20's mahn

Ok . . . We drop on Monday. Deal?

since its been decided. I hearby pronounce Mikuz winner by 4 votes to 2.
BATTLE CLOSED

everyone's smoking . . . I just had to drop something . . . . Friday Night freestyle spoiler . . Ibime and co. Una must holla
Meanwhile . . . . . . bi@tchy Niggas best Lessen the noise/ cos their mettle is void/ all hail the Golden conquerer/ I'll beat a folk in England . . . And turn his fam to Bolting wanderers!/
Scoping with a gods eye/ Soon as I appear ninjas develop frost bite/ cos I'll husk their epidermal . . . then force them to embrace Lots wife!/
I spawn Concepts that make ya merry mind drift/ with lyrics that's very eye crisp/ but they barely mind his/ cos hes paid more tow-fees . . . Than the merseyside team/
you'll need chin newer than the one dispatched When I make things fall apart/ I'm getting head from Laura Lang/ the g@y be soliciting fourplay from quarter backs/

feel like battling someone . . Dj5 you down?

Saturday Night freestyle shots . . . Enjoy!

I give the pundits fleece/ while I plot the scheme/ to topple peeps/ If i don't Lead . . . My barreta gun will speak!!/
it must've really hurt him/ the bullets leave black holes in the filthy urchin/ till he gets a visit . . . From stephen hawking!!/
I'm well brought up/ the killer lyrics i author/ will have you grounded in a mouka coffin . . . Call that cold comfort/
. . . . . I'm one of Adolf Hitlers cousin/ we accumulate stiff and bodies/ till the viet's have fallen/ the code is 'never come second' . . . Not Even in an 0.r.g.y!!/
ya chick fancy me/ I ball hard . . But you've got a flacid d.ick/ my shopping spree/ extends from Dubai to Malta and ports of Italy/ but with ya static swag . . . Boutique owners would draft you as a mannequin!!/
They hail me cos I'm well bred . . . But he's a gross Loafer!/ CEO . . . I scope for chicks . . . He scopes for job posters/ I eat the Fruits of my Labour . . . But he's a compost man/
I post derailing facts/ that emotionally Impale the glad/ I've prevailed infact/ while he's got ground to cover . . . Like a gravedigger!!/
My spits so cool/ feel my wrath-wella . . . when I order my pet Alsatians put they teeth to you/ cos You're the next Top dawg to die . . . In by Bingo book!!/

Nice to see FFR buzzing . . . BlaqBones, Ice and JOSHUA especially . . . nice verses yo

Damn! This is awesomeee!! Mad!! Nice verses from both glads.

My Take
Metaphor: Ibime
Wordplays: Ibime
Rhymes: Iceberg
Flow: Tie
Punchline: Ibime (Nigga, where do you get your punches from?? Damn!!!)
Personals: Ibime (we know Ibims is married. But that he has a son??)

Winner: Ibime

Theprekky, nice cypher. The flow was killing!

why bring up rhyme/multis issues? Mik, Your ability to steer controversy is becoming somewhat unpleasant . . . however in this case its a perfect spice for the battle with Ibims.
Anyway, with how things stand Mikuz vs Ibime is gonna be mad (btw Mik. Get off that 2months talk or I go find you reach camp. Lol)

DBR, DA-WHIZKID I hail y'all.
One

The colder it gets/ after i boulder his chest/ maybe his shoulder is next/ I might have you swing over the edge/ but you'll get killed at the watchtower . . . While Jehovah witness!!/


. . . . The flow gains momentum and i git carried away/ so let me quickly lay and pray/ my thoughts wander . . . With all these Large Jugs . . . I must be at the Milky way in Space!!/


Bloodlusting, as I wave the red flag like a matador/ could freestyle an hour long/ its death in an instant . . . No second chance . . . Even if your name is salvador!!/ you f'king blatant w.horé/


. . . I'll sway ya girl if it came down to that/ put sweet words in her mouth . . After she lip lock my brown sugar!!/ I'm getting lauds and hails/ why you wacks are slayed/ with exhuming lines . . That made anne put her hat-away/


now lets address this bony rabbit/ he think his flows are candid/ this bone better not get the vets here angry/ cos this Master splinter . . . Would send turtle shells to scatter him!!/ till there's nothing left to examine . . . In x-ray therapy!/

Lool . . . Chuka and fight . . Fego, even you sef.

Anticipating the chain of battles.

mikuz: Ask Chuka . . Rap genesis gave me a title . . after I beat their ruler . . and made him vacate the throne/

When? Link?

This is offensive


I step to this place/ with a vibe to decimate/ till the demons jubilate. . . At hell's gate!/
. . . . Scripts trynna' exude lyrics worthy of a king/ but his spits are clumsy and bleak/ now let me table facts/ I engage him @ Daniels miracle site. . . Make him eat the 'lionsgate' to get his flow stabilized!/. . .
Royal blood . . . Any challenger gets gored and withered/ when i 'air-my' thoughts like northern leaders!!/ he gets shot and buthered. . . .
'Mik' spins lyrics thats very inert/ one wrong move. . . And I cut-short his years. . So he'll quickly embrace his destiny to inherit the earth!/ I sever his parts. . . An act i barely regret/
. . . Thunder the torrid glad/ i might choose to scorn him last/ but i'll amputate his head. . . Glue it to his spine just so he watches his baack!!/(okay,okay)
Phantom is bleeping nice/ his lyrics filled with spice/ so y'all will get beaten from 'time' to 'time' if we engage in kitchen fights!/

Saap fam. . .

NL Repping.