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Just some other random shit i quickly scribbled. .

I bask with a force/
of fifty vast catapults/
so when am blasting at vaults/
niggas get ya baskets across!/
my task is a curse/
i tax niggas first/
who say my tactics is false/
put a slap to thier jaws/
they show remorse/
and thats when i skin thier corpse/
no humble beginnings/
I flip and tumble the winnings/
then crumble the weenies/
so how tha hell can u Bleep with the menace?/
when you soft as a penis/
of impotent gay niggas/
suckd by gay females/
while thier balls are stuck in bikinis/
these rhymes are carefully chosen/
to split ya skeleton open/
you fervently hoping/
that the ink will leave everything okay/
i slay dumb pests/
and spray gun sets/
at lagosians/
with fake conscience/
cos i could rip a sister's brain out. . But I wont take nun-sense!/

Ibime:
Nice lyrics Inkblood!!!

Thanks mahn!

Ibime:
"this dude is amazing!"/

They say This dude is amazing/
but the truth is am blazing/
i be who the fans praising/
my students are deities /
nigga you must be foolish and crazy/
to ruly appraise me/
or think you can phase me/
cos i could spit an inferno of rhymes and let the sputum ablaze thee/
ya spewings are basic/
you gat doodley against me/
see i'm sick and am healthy/
oh jupiter hails thee?/
/beetch, il hav u know that even buddha's afraida me/
i rhyme golden/
each of my fine flows will/
leave u with nine holes in/
tha head, from a 9, cos my verses is mind blowing/
il blindfold him/
he cant see i, this kid is a waste/
i could kill him in ways/
but am known to grant pardon for arrant juvenile deeds!/

Whats good NL, Its been a really long while i did this, this is just a quick spit(written in less than 30mins) to shake off the dust, am really really rusty! Here goes nothing. . .

These rhymes are state of the art/ and i spit straight from the heart/ so i can shake off the wacks/ break off the gays/and make something start/ just trynna wake up the cats/ so i dont fade from the art/ yall bitches better hide your faces like your make up is bad/ yo! Rehab says/ this kid is sick as aids/ the ink has game/ and he's here to take your space/ so best sway a race/ and say your grace/ cos control S on your passport wont save ya face/ i'm known to scribble a verse/ nibble on wacks/ dribbling plaques/ while i'll be spitting the facts/ ink is quicker than fast/ u gays should listen infact/ my reasoning's vast/ speak up with sparks/ they call me the verbal plague cos am sicker than sars!/

I bury ur weak lines in d trash can go take ur place beside it, its your fuckin funeral slowpoke dats y U werent invited

I liked the 'navigate baq 2 winnin ways' and 'landslide' lines 4rm malthuus, Buh i gat mo laffs 4rm h.js verse, so am goin wit him, H.J

Thanx baudex, Il try en drop sum Nairaland styl sh*t layra on,

Mehn, u gyz r funny, apart 4rm d punchlines, u gat good sense of humour, Tomide, I sees u, gem i sees u, festus

I switchd ma STYLE like carz do on TRAFFIC LANES/ when i FREESTYLE so called best m.c asses b GETTIN CANED/ flo COLDER dan UKRAINE/ WORDPLAY run over like a TRAIN/ meta4s only BORIN wen dey DRILLIN holes in ur BRAIN/ HEAVY PUNCHLINES biters stil cudnt LIFT wit a CRANE/ i done spit BLOODY FLOS like ma ARTERY was TWITCHED/ m.cs ON mics die OFF cos (ofcourse) dier BATTERY was SWITCHED/ to true hiphop ma ALLEGIANCE was PLEDGED/ make whack m.cs b screamin loud like they VAGINAS was STRETCHD/gat em drooling like babies over whateva i RETCHD/ gat dollars on ma ICE(EYES) i gues am BLINKIN CASH/put m.cs BRAINS in da waste DUMP cos dey bin THINKIN TRASH/ dont battle LOW LIFES, i giv em a HI DEATH rate/ud tink i RAP CHESS, the way i MIC CHECK, mate!/ no MESSI wen am using ur blood 2 DECO-RATE/ now u2 gon BLOW cos ma verse wil self DETONATE/

DROP THOSE BOTTLES and stop tryin 2 make Ponche lines/ am ILL, rappin underground, spittin mo germs(gems) than gold mines/ now this self-servicer wanna battle me, rappin in rags/keepin a safe distance, cos dat nigga is allergic 2 swag/ call it dead sex wen i b fuckin(forkin) ur babe/ if u jackd ur books like ur dick homie, ud b CUMIN wit A's/ evry1 knows 2 C/O me is 1way HELL HIKING/ u dont SPIT SHIT, but ur SALIVA sure smells LIKE IT/ u cudnt FLY a kite, let alone d COCK PIT/ STANDIN over d LATRINE, is d only way u DROP SHIT/ if TRACKS turned SHAWTYS u stil cudnt LAY em/ ima make u HOMELESS, like ur folks cudnt PAY RENT(parent)/ CONVICT u of whackness en make u SPRUNG like TPAIN/ d only POP i do, is wit a BOTTLE of CHAMPAGNE/its lyk i put a Gun 2 ur HEART, wen i b KILLING Ya MIND/ so act like laundry, nigguh, and b FILLING ma LINES/

An excerpt of mine 4rm FBR,
Yu niggaz is BORING, lyk u rap with a DRILLER/
aint no M.J, stil ma flo is a THRILLER/ima bring dis FBR WALL up, wid ma lines as d PILLER/ crumble h8rs lyk CORNFLAKES, gues am a CEREAL killer/ am so ILL, dat ma COUGH rhymes/ and wen i WEED, instead of SMOKE, i PUFF lines/ i FATHERD d lyrics u WORSHIP, make me a POP-IDOL/ en am flatterd cos dis bitches luv the Bleep i do/ drop mo PUNCHLINES dan ALI wit a RULER/ and if we rappd in a SUANA, my line's wud stil b COOLER/ standing nx 2 a CLOCK, so i got TIME on ma side/ meaning i cud do DISS all day, whyl u whack m.cs hide/