raumdeuter:


Did you also hear that Boateng won the CL and world cup for his teams unlike Hidden shakushaku

Is that why they're chasing him away like a village thief?

raumdeuter:


Hazard wey suppose sign for Quilox where his dancing skills would be put to use

I heard they chased BoatHand to go do praise and worship at Kotoko.

Position of God I am stepping on
You writers beware of the blasphemy y'all letting off

Goat that cannot bleat

Goat this
Goat that

Time for Goat to perform now, Goat and his ilks were auditioning for a swimming competition.

Barcelona missed a player as great as Ronaldo.

Eruditor:


I am pretty sure you don't know the meaning of the word hallucinate. Your post and your reasoning are fighting with themselves. "Pep has to win with another team". Popzaino then asked about Zidane and Fergie, you say Zidane has won 3. The 3 he won is it not with the same team?

What is the correlation?

*someone should attach the appropriate meme/gif here*

it's almost like after induction into aparisports, you're required to ignore half of everything: sense, sight, etc.

the other dodoyo said Pep should be called a legend because he has 2 UCL titles, i merely pointed out that Zidane has 3 UCL titles at one club so should not be in the same ranks as Pep, you being who you are, jumped in. i can't find the appropriate words to describe how you do it but it's amazing. one minute you're this astute nairalander, the next, you are a confused teen high on meth trying to decipher the difference between 1+1 and 11.

this kind of dodoyo i never see am
this kind of dodoyo, na papa El

Eruditor:


So Guardiola does not have any UCL? or you did not ask Zidane the one he won without CR7?

LOL. Shekpites.

Phew!

Pep has 2 UCL in over 10 years of professional coaching.

Zidane has 3.

It's like the fear of eating your hand is making you hallucinate.

popizaino:



No where did I call JM A FRAUD I only extended my questions to the likes of fergie, Zidane and others who won the UCL with a single club and as been regarded as coaching legends while pep guardiola with similar and better records than them is been dubbed to be a fraud.

Fergie is retired.

Zidane has 3 UCLs, since we're using it as the yardstick.

But the point of this will be lost on you.

You're a traveler, apparently but have you visited Cross River? I hear their girls' head game is almost unrivaled across the globe, with a 75% chance of you hitting your climax in two minutes. Only downside is, your Instruments begins to feel like dog meat towards the end to them. You know the rest now, don't you?

popizaino:


Could it be that managers like fergie, Zidane,arrigo sachi, Brian clough are all fraud because they didn't win the UCL with another team.

But JM is a fraud because he won titles in Europe with more than 50% of the teams he's coached. Fergie is suddenly a legend because using his achievements to compare favours you now.

You and Dayo suppose done open restaurant. This kind Amala skill shouldn't be wasted.

If we win our next 4 games, with Spurs and Arsenal winning theirs, then we're heading to Europa. No need for all the permutations.

Pay attention.

PS: this is not a diss, this is not a chat
This is just me talking, this is not a rap
This is not a poem, this is just a tap
To wake y'all kiddies up, this is just a fact
Y'all be jumping too fast, and claiming mad dópe
Making wack blokes look like they creating bad flows
Making wack hóes look like they straight, that's bad, yo
Making wack goats look at your game and have hope
I know it's disrespect, that's got us this respect
But y'all disrespect is not something that we expect
Y'all disrespect is not the kind that we respect
"Put your bars where your mouth is!" This, the team expects
Y'all want attention, acting silly for it
Y'all wanna learn, I know, make it easy for me
You niggas will learn when you know that I'm not your mate
Real dópe niggas learn never to punch above they weight
That's true dópeness there. I learnt these ropes too
It took me time to diss Ibime, unlike you goats do
I didn't shoot 'til I could dismember and reload too
I was with fire but I kept calm: that's what real hommes do
A step by step process, didn't diss for dissing sakes
But for recognition, for respect, for preaching sakes
Alex was the cool head, Rebel was a warfront
But it was bars in every clip we made like prison break
This is for the Sam Alfreds and the Wadewaltz's
Don't mention my name in vain, we ain't warring
If you think publicly calling me out makes you dope
Nigga. You're not just wack, you're stûpid! Stay away from me
No insults when I don't reply, I don't care about you
Fûck being your tutor! I'd rather not hear about you
You wack fowls should keep being wack, 'til you bàstards gather
And I see a Twitter post trending, saying wack lives matter



- Jigs

diggz:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TsAnzxRpHk
Gaza fins...enjoy!

Abeg play Gbona for my guy popizaino make we take follow manure fans jolly.

diggz:

Me wey I be resident DJ for here...ask around blaady scummite

Good work, Dickz!

diggz:
Ole ole...ole ole ...ole ole.... ole ole...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgvaS_g4nb4

This song goes to afrodoc2 and unkulu bassey rauf aregbesola leyqute legbegbe

Since when you turn DJ? wetin happen to tval?

diggz:


No wonder you are a blaaady scummite

Lol I forgive you since you're one of those handing Dayo Ls these days. And you're not new here sef.


I have never been a with the scummies .

diggz:


Blaaady cheat

If you don't get caught, it's not a crime.

HanksAnuku:
just as an aside.

I'm watching that Beyonce Netflix special right now with madam.

Nobody has said anything, but I suspect we're both thinking it.

If Jay-Z can cheat on this babe, there's no hope for the rest of us

If the reward is right, there's no reason not to .

raumdeuter:

What has your great Hazard done for you in his entire Chelsea career?

You serve a wonderful God!

I ain't gone hard for a while, but I ain't soft yet
I still write simple bars, and stay complex
I still hit niggas with regrets, a conscience
Niggas 'err' and shells will water them, they condensed
I still burn 'Mils', and sacrifice blood
I still run around sending men to the afterlife, bruh
I still prey, when I ain't out, acting like God
Haunting men for doing good, I'm the Antichrist, cuz
Grab a knife, y'all! Or a grab a mic, but
Metals will round a body, like legion armour
I still retain the depths, of the bottomless pits
Taking pictures of y'all in awe, tryna fathom these scripts
Picking off perfect rhymes, where they randomly fit
Encase them in soldiering verses, I'm gallant with it
Verses take you 'round the world when you're back on the streets
Old men hold it close to they chests, tryna pass on with it
Still bring the Mac or the fifth, my signature words
I go harder than Hitler tryna retake the world
Stringing along the hardest vocabs that literature's heard
I represent so much action I can replace the verb


- Jigs

Leyqute:


Why did he then disgrace you, your logic and legacy in the full glare of everybody?

Or haven't you been hammering it that a defender should ignore a free opponent and rush in to challenge the guy with the ball?

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Just look at this eyesore FFS.

Instead of that defender (Joromi) to move back a bit and shadow mark the free guy (there was another fvckn' defender in front of the other guy with the ball for crying out loud! ) whilst tracking them both, he rushed in like a hothead.

He found out moments late after the pass was made and lunged to tackle ("something a good defender should never do" SMH ) the receiver of the ball. The smart guy used his jersey number 17 to wipe the floor like a dirty toilet rag before slotting cooly into the back of the net.

That's the correct way to defend, according to someone who played GK in a monkey post setting.

Laumdeuter, you have zero football sense.

Na wetin fall am?

AntiZombie:
Messi smacking his lips


At this united meal that awaits him

This current Wolves team will defeat Barcelona in England .

***FUNMIBI***
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I guess when you feel the hardest pain you never cry about it
You stuck wondering why you pretended for years and why you had to lie about it
I could write from the heart but it's somewhere dead hidden
I need saving
I could walk to your arms but I'm somehow bed ridden
Deep thoughts
Why everything I did flopped
Came to conclusion I'm the definition of a man that's just unlucky
Turned 27 in a bleeped up country
With a chick that won't miss a chance to be somehow bugging
Welcome to my nation
Majority don't win election
Salaries don't get paid and retirees don't get they pensions
Killings over cows how many do I need to mention?
Hypocrisy at its peak
No stable electricity in most cities as we speak
Our president don't even wink..Mehn! the masses bleed
Herdsmen ransacking properties you dare not talk cos they machete big..
See!
Youths in my area fighting over PDP and APC
I'm praying for all of them to even maybe see
The consequences of their actions before they're deceased
Leaders of tomorrow dying today
So the leaders of yesterday leading today..The scenario is crazy still
But who am I to question things? Pops is a salary earner
Always low on budget even right before he married my mama
So I'd hit the street carrying my banner
And inspire a wild protest..
In my white old vest.
Looked behind me, I saw nobody
Except this fellow writing this with me cos we just old buddies
The rest are busy trying to scam white people
Like that's legal
The ones that ain't patient enough..Their girlfriends die by ritual
Right,that's evil
The ones that don't walk that path.. Frustrations will take their lives
The gals they've been planning to make their wives
Get taken away in a Mercedes Benz at nights
Right now we don't need a stage to fright
Our girlfriends side niggas encouraging our babes to fight
So all we get instead of romance?
Cut it..You already guessed it right
The more I think the more i am suicidal
I tried to run from everything but none of my shoes' lighter
Would you Walk barefooted
Knowing sitting duck amidst your problems would have left you dead?
Too many options.. Clear your head mabye smoke some blunts
But you won't last a decade cos that shit will burn your lungs
I'm just saying my moods don't swing for nothing
I'm caught up forever thinking if my struggles in life won't be for nothing
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***Jigsawkillah***
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To every single parent I raise a toast to you
Every legit hustler, I make this note to you
Every honest nigga, I pray for God's blessings on ya
The downtrodden, I may bring hope to you
Yellow socks, I know the struggle, I live it, breathe it
But kept minding my business, so they won't see me, finish
People kept pricing, all kindsa niggas, bitches
Story of my life, ain't trying speak of, disses
Sars, SOS, and they pick ups, bruises
Because I'm dressing too nice, in their witch hunts, uses
Their powers to oppress us, because, we too chill
But I'm done taking all they fucking hiccups, excuse me
I don't care if I get arrested, I'll speak up
The Government won't even address it, it's real talk
When I say they hate seeing the young getting richer
Unless it's they own, keeping tabs on every nigga
Security is a joke, technologies inferior
The Army ain't on insurgency, they making us shiver
They don't combat threats, they just come, bash men
And their vision is confusing, they need contact lens
It's like someone contract them, to strictly impose fear
The rebellion is getting bigger, they needed this coast cleared
Shooting our brothers for free, I mean it, they don't care
As long as they stay in power, and eating our whole bread
But my brothers ain't wise either, they act as tools
Snatching boxes for peeps who don't give a rat ass, dummy
They don't send they sons to where a fracas coming
You die for them, but to them, you're a maga, hommie
Grab that Tommy, understand this analogy
You're to them what's a shoe is to man
They can live without it
And they fucking breathe without it
Then dumping you for the next better one, you can't do shit about it


- Jigs

Moving 8 sacks of weed through a police check point
I got stopped, perspired, it felt like my death point
Days before, I had had the best joint, good stunk
Wisdom flowed through my man's, he said don't push drugs
If you can't handle pressure, obstinate, never had no lectures
Cowards don't need no slugs, they need back to back to tensions
This game is got no measures, back to the present
A few gunshots a KM back, took them off my back
I heaved a sigh of relief, my man was holding his piece
Hold your peace, what in the fuckery name is this?
He said if they wanna act tough, he's game, B please!
A gun fight against these many cops, we'd be flayed wifh ease
His hands were shaking, I made the decision then
No more him making the escorts, I had a vision then
If you send this kind of nigga on a mission, man
You'd have no goods, I learnt to check for the feel of men
We've got a whole street of them, itchy fingered
Confused niggas who hate the popo but be lynching niggas
Never belittle niggas, your neighbor's son's a night work man
There's nothing you can't achieve with the right force, man
Snitches opened up, we surgeons with guns
Destined for hell? Nah! God ain't tryna purge us his sons
Pastors still getting work done, bombing clients
With Bible verses, and good English, suits robbing guys
"Don't scam people!" Don't scam niggas you know
Niggas smoke for hearsay, scam them, they'll put rizlas through yo
Don't Bleep with number one men yo, Kings on the low
Don't jump around if you ain't going under the bed, to bring out the fo
No guns, but niggas quick to slash throats, mad blokes
Frats men in suit, Kingpins, don't get swayed by the glass, yo
Whole teams are Rangers, shooters from Glasgow
Arms still, legs dead, heads unmoving, like a bad stroke


Jigs

Ibime:


Bros I wouldn't even know how to access the email I use for Nairaland. Drop your email and I'll email you.

ovedje1@gmail.com
Thanks.

Ibime abeg check your Nairaland mail.

Untitled (Sam Alfred & Jigs Lionheart)



Pops and mom gone, was left with many mouths to feed,
Family backing off our hands 'they ain't taking no heed,
Blaming the course on me like I did the misery
take your books guys write a free history,
Fate took a bend and I can't straighten it ends, trynna call my kins, little bro, to help me fit amends,
But it's here already my friend in the lonely hours, I used to visit you but you already came in this my holy tower,
Welcome home depression your heart is my sanctum,
I hope for nothing else but death be thy outcome,
If you'd been a man I'd prolly be a humble mistress
I'm saying all these cos I'm crawling from this jungle distress,
Life's not fair a quote from the hades,
Crafted lies by goons so we won't know what the hates is
Death is the way out they believe that's the basis,
Been chasing the doughs and it's all hard luck,
Feel like crushing a bloke, before this lad stuck,
I need to get these coins pass me my shot gun,
Need to visit the street drop a man pop some,
Before I heave relief, I need to stop them girls chop one,
I must hit the news, this time it must be harder,
Either with pen or sword whichever is sharper.

*Sam*



I lost my lighter in a weed joint
I lost my paper 'cause I need coins
See people like us, don't need love
Everything we touch, is destroyed
Everything I once loved, I left
Boss, please don't cut my check
But that's irrelevant
My bills keep on stacking up for the hell of it
I hate suicide, but all I wanna do is die
I hate attention, difference in you and I
Look at I
If I'm a disciple, y'all would leave Jesus and get me, crucified
My evils catching up too fast, it's like I'm
In a pothole road, driving up to crash
My life's in shambles lately, I'm depressed
Responsibilities gonna kill me, I confess
I don't even miss people much, feelings are dead
Tryna tell death gimme back my mom, kill me instead
But if I go, I'll feel worse if I went too easy
There's nothing like a death too greasy, or a death too cleanly
We die we die, if there's a heaven, I take the loss
If I end up in hell, tell Satan I'll take a job
See I'm a mess that messed people up
Oh! I should end here, I best not get into stuff
Jigs

I lost my ma days ago, can't even speak about it
Then I got mad when my pals tried to preach about it
I literally bitched about it, it's sad when I think about it
So much anger inside, can't write a script about it
And when I tried, I ended up being depressed again
Trip to a morgue showed me life's a deceptive game
I tried to grasp it, understand, withheld the pain
But the rush got me wanna fill this head with 'caine
It's endless pain, I feel I ain't mourned enough
Life's a snitch, and I know she'll still burn me up
When I hug happiness, she came and tore me off
When I won't let go, her cousin death kept turning up
I can't even do my hustle, humans disgust me now
Addicted to so much hate, it's difficult withdrawing now
I feel soluble and weak, water will dissolve me now
Water from the tears I've cried, won't even try to solve this now
This is above me now, but don't bring God into it
Why we ain't got a share of the love he moving?
Turning deaf ears, each time I was talking to him
And healing my mom was a goddamned wrong thing to him
Now i just wanna scream at these market people
Preachers extort them, and God starves his people
They say you can't understand his ways, it's hardly simple
Swallow everything and crawl before him, but I'm hardly crippled
All my prayers failed, should've let my sprayers played
Could've shed so much blood on this paper chase
For his sake, I didn't get my haters flayed
Hit them with a metal wrapped in red, tiger razor blade
While on the night grind, man I sought for grace
But I still get blocked, like it's a club, and I'm underaged
I just wanna hunt for some heavy change
And get my rackets whipping balls like a tennis game


©Jigs Lionheart