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raumdeuter:Ramos is 33 and still playing top footie, with no indications of hanging the boot even after this forthcoming season. Why is your BoatHand being chased away with sticks and leaves like the village pedo? |
Tricky but i think understanding does it. |
raumdeuter:Is that why they're chasing him away like a village thief? |
raumdeuter: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
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Goat this Goat that Time for Goat to perform now, Goat and his ilks were auditioning for a swimming competition.
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Barcelona missed a player as great as Ronaldo. |
Eruditor: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: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: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: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:Abeg play Gbona for my guy popizaino make we take follow manure fans jolly. |
diggz:Good work, Dickz! |
diggz:Since when you turn DJ? wetin happen to tval? |
diggz: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:If you don't get caught, it's not a crime. |
HanksAnuku:If the reward is right, there's no reason not to . |
raumdeuter:You serve a wonderful God!
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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:Na wetin fall am? |
AntiZombie:This current Wolves team will defeat Barcelona in England . |
Laveda:Lol understandable. |
Laveda:Did you write other poems after this? Plus I need my revenge . |
***FUNMIBI*** . . 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 . . . . ***Jigsawkillah*** . . 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:ovedje1@gmail.com Thanks. |
Ibime abeg check your Nairaland mail. |
Poem: Broken SA called me broken Broken like my pencils In 'Akara' school One minute sharp Next minute broken, again. I was offended at first A harmless discourse Via an internet chat Where words are fists And nothing but egos bleeds. If he had sat close to me Called me broken I'm sure he would think And think And select his words Carefully. Countries apart He called me broken Simply because we shared Different views His conclusion: I was confused. Our points collided Our aim shattered His perceived harmless Opinion Paved the way to pen this poem. A personal analysis showed me I'm broken because I showed him me He saw past my clout The internet happy chap Banters laden with Happy sarcasms He saw past all that. He saw a youth, broken Like Stephen after he died Probably thinking God is coming Like Titanic's Jack's ghost Realizing love, is nothing. I'm broken like these bottles Broken with a sharp edge I touch you, I hurt you It's not my fault I'm that broken. I'm broken like a poor Dad On Christmas season Neighbors' kids flashing New things, foods, chickens He tries to stay strong Then he sees his kid's face. Broken as my thoughts When schools resumes And these fees I don't know how I'll get them. Broken like a man Sweated through school But can't even make Ends meet Decides to rob And gets nabbed on his First day on the road. I'm Broken like a believer Who never questions Swallows everything His religious leaders says His religious books says About what his God says And then his God fails To save what he adores most; Broken. Or maybe I'm not that kind of broken Not broken enough to Self destruct Broken in a societal way I don't even know how broken I am That's how broken I am. ©Jigs Lionheart 02-01-2019 |
The quill enslaves me I listen, do its biddings Then, will I be free |
) whilst tracking them both, he rushed in like a hothead.
) 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. 