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mikuz: FFR : 0.5/5
I don't see anything here . . .

Now what's hat-tack?

If you meant to wordplay on 'attack' . . then you need to quit rap . . .

. . . with immediate alacrity!

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Icebery you dey mind Ibime?
. . . he is so fond of over-hyping ninjas on their initial spits.

ThePrekky
RapKid
Illscripts

. . . he's now coming to claim Illscripts is not that technically good after the way he overhyped him.
I believe that consistency should be basis for dop3ness. A ninja's illness should not be judged based on a verse.

Go and read rhymes from :
Thunderstorm
Dbr
Ibime
Ema Prince

. . . You'll definately notice the high level of consistency
A guy who says hes the definition of hiphop like nikk's waist or claims that Amoebas have no shape should STFU when dop3heads are talking! He deserves to be ranked lower than Dj and Maestro!

. . . It is when Killsmith drops 5 more verses we can be able to rate him.

Rap maestro: Mehn, i've missed gaan. I mistakenly unfollowed dis thread.
@increda- what are u saying, ehn? SMH 4 u
@ibime- you don't stand a chance against anybody here no more.. Go back to ur Nursery rhyme..
@killsmith- can u imagine Ibime dey place u above my oga dem? I SMH vigorously *till it falls*

Rap maestro: Mehn, i've missed gaan. I mistakenly unfollowed dis thread.
@increda- what are u saying, ehn? SMH 4 u
@ibime- you don't stand a chance against anybody here no more.. Go back to ur Nursery rhyme..
@killsmith- can u imagine Ibime dey place u above my oga dem? I SMH vigorously *till it falls*

ThunderStorm: A Yo!! . Herpes!

This is . . My Declaration Of WAR!!!

Heaven and Hell will switch position . . When i SHOW'EM MA SILENT RAGE!/i GLOW WITH THA
STRIKIN FLAMES!/
drive on the lane of death . So fast . Survillance cameras . WONT SEE MA LICENCE PLATE!/
but i dont drink drive . . . . I just smoke canabis . . And PROCEED TA FLY A PLANE!!/
my mind has a mind of it's own . . And i MAKE THEM BETTER OR GREAT!/ to emit the GREATEST
METAS FOR LAMES!/ brainstorm . And MAKE HELL'S WEATHER ALL CHANGE!/
so hot-headed . . When i start to think . . My BRAIN CELLS EVAPORATE!/
i exhibit the rage of a KNOWN AMSTERDAM'S WHITE BEAR/ . .i SHOW ANGER THAT FIGHT
FEAR!/ outta the world thinker,ma thoughts GOES OUTTA MA MIND'S SPHERE!/
cos i don't go after my dreams . . I GO AFTER MA NIGHTMARES!/
i wont just Bleep ya world up . . I break it's FAKE WICKER ORBIT/
and CHANGE IT TA COMETS!/
dont just draw arts of war . . . I creATE PICTURES FROM IT!/
of GREAT INDIAN COMICS . .
My money talks . . . .and perfected the EIGHT FIGURES OF SPEECH!!/
my talk is hard! . . It BREAK CINAMONS QUICK . .
And TUTOR THE MINDS OF WACKS!/
yall are wolfs in sheep clothings . . Im a dinosaur . .GLUED UP IN LION MASK!/
i'd make ya put ya past behind ya back! . . And still go ahead to put ya FUTURE . . . . .BEHIND
YOUR PAST!!/

Rap maestro: i had to go through it again. Dat was gud. Mehn! I still respect all my leaderz unlike some lad, newbee that ain't got no stinger yet...
Just like how i'm doing to him, that was how i was been treated till i got gud yet i didn't insult leaderz except if it calls 4 it

Rap maestro: U've got explainings to do who rhymes with please here? Give us link senseless unless u explain wat Mynd is not worth.
what's with spartan spits? Explain dis too... I think so not...
Sleak is this true?
when was that? Prove pls lwkmd at dis, stup1d, where is R.A.P group? I don't knw dat 1, anybody pls help me laff nuddist no dey wear anything at all?

u be gardner, florist or architect? like filled fire xtinguisher, i spit to kill ya burning flame, f00l

Rap maestro: U've got explainings to do who rhymes with please here? Give us link senseless unless u explain wat Mynd is not worth.
what's with spartan spits? Explain dis too... I think so not...
Sleak is this true?
when was that? Prove pls lwkmd at dis, stup1d, where is R.A.P group? I don't knw dat 1, anybody pls help me laff nuddist no dey wear anything at all?

u be gardner, florist or architect? like filled fire xtinguisher, i spit to kill ya burning flame, f00l

Rap maestro: salute team- instead of been on d field, u salute to welcome peepz in
spar a crumb of bread- fight a bread f00l
"design a star on pump"-if u wanna switch on tap, u feel it abi? Digg sucker
knorr knee"?- i don't fall for ur prank, thereby tasting the ground..
i didn't call u out, datz why I said u should call me out f00l, seems u don't go to school f00l

Rap maestro: dis fagg will only SALUTE-TEAM/i'll try hard not to slap his eyeball off, by trying to VAMOOSE CHIN/i sample 'BIN'/lyk Osama f**k d 'BIN' datz 'laden' wit my barz of bomb/well, Killsmith is gonna die, den i'll SCARR UR TOMB/even ur dad not my match, so to be a breadwinner, he SPARR-AH-CRUMB/ But he'll prolly shout D.ope, when He design a STAR-on-PUMP/I'm MISSING-AL-THE-BEE/cos lyk hiroshima and nafasaki, 'Co-Rear{korea}', won't do anything to contrive-heat/...i bombard-with-beat/not Samklef but I 'KNORR-KNEE{noni}, just to have him taste my Card-with-leave/

Rap maestro: Make una no hold me abeg... The only prob here is the presence of judges, well, we've got illscript, sleak, mikus, Dj5Naira and Ojoawo as the judge 4 any brawl here{4 now}.. I don't want one mo'f**king Ib|Me

Rap maestro: ....Sleak I hail... Lets get back ~S¤K¤I¤P~ jawe.. Sum dude dy form sumfin they're not E.g K i l l s m i t h

ThunderStorm: Been long yo . . Missed here.

Well, here's a lil something something for yall to digest.

Meet the deranged division!!/
brain washed... Like an aRabian Hippie!!/ . On a raidin mission!!/to bring the heat when we come together .
. .Cuz we great with friction!!/
my brain is Missing!/so i've lost Faith in thinking!/
an alien misfit/ i've become so evil. . Every christmas . . I'm number one. On Satan's WishList!/
turned from man to monster . Possessed with a Killer instincts!/
Killin the king and the queen!/
this is as Real as we speak!/
i eliminate my Circle of frenemies . . With a Pyramid Scheme!!/
all my life, i've been draggin corpses!/
from the pit of my stomach
comes a dragon dungen!/
for these daggers to my heart . Gives me. . A STABBIN CONSCIENCE!!!/
this is a poetic form i'm rapping!/vultures that eat my corpse turns into horse and dragons!/
i'm with a curse that traps me!/
cuz the "apple of my eye". .is filled with Worms and maggits!/
i sacrifised the truth for lies!/ i've looked for death but couldnt find!/ so i thought i wont just die!/
till i failed the test to live . Cuz i didnt study . The book of life!/ they judge me on how i handle some steps/
but how would you battle
your fears?/ how can you hide through your tears?/
.. . when your gift of life . . Is wrapped . As a parcel of death?/
how would you hide the guilt?/
lifes a storm. . How would you ride the ship?!/
you see i'm not afraid of the dark . I'm afraid of what the Light reveals!/

Ibime: This dude is pure fiiiiire!!!

Just to add, try format your raps properly with proper line spacing and şuch cos some of us tend to skip over unformatted verses thinking it's a wacko spitting

Rap maestro: Typing
I've learnt to IGNORE-BEFORE/ but it seems haterz has learnt to pull d DOOR-TO-THOR/always beefing me like i'm slice of cow to POUR-THE-GORE/well!!! They'll be meeting me hot cos i'm swimming in molten larva of earth CORE-DE-TOUR/i SHUN-D-DAWGS/cos their sounds is making me feel like calabars dat tends to IGNORE-D-PORK/and kill dawg's b1tch and have it DONE-WIT-FORK/I slam fist to type death and 'KiLL-D-MORE-NEAT-AUR{monitor}'/cos i murder 'NEW BEE{newbie}' that instead of heating, tends to 'CHILL-D-HONEY-CHORE'/I've learnt to 'STEAL-D-FUN-ITCH-OR{furniture}'/, so I can place a belt to have diss faggs sit tight and 'HEAL-D-FUNNY-BRAWL/ like his name implies, i'll k i l l smith to HAVE-A-WILL/cos dis niggurh's fada died before he has a HALF-A-BILL/i CARVE-A-GRILL/to have this barbecued sucker stand to SERVE-A-DEAL/like 'Mozeez', i STAFF-AH-CLIFF/not for water in my case, but blood of haterz like killsmith that tends to STAND-MY-BRICK/with 9ines, i won't let diss mo'f**ker 'RICH'-A-TEN{reach}/commandment like moses, so i just gat to bring my sword, so dat he'll SPEECH-AH-THANKS/in hell with d B1TCH-OF-SPANK/ Maestro, as wack as he is...still doesn't earn dough without him BREACH-A-BANK/I 'steal{still}' hard 4 u killsmith/its like eating kuli kuli with baby's Milk-teeth/where ma steel, cos like in a r.aped pu**y, i tend to SINK-DEEP/well.. A man of short words like me.. But i'll tell u dat another time u beef me, i'll send u 2 a QUICK-PIT of SLICK-BLEEPS/

mikuz: The problem I have with you is that you bite alot. How can 6 ninjas accuse you of biting? Six!!!!!! . . . and you still have the impetus to call someone else a biter! Stop riding on other people's back,learn to write your own lines. Be creative. The most annoying thing is that, you don't just jump on other people's lines and even try to edit it, you just copy-paste am like that.

chukwudi44: So do you think Pastor Muoka is a scammer?

Meta4element: Open c!o plz

Tztyphoon: leggo..

Ah was sitting in d Toilet, contemplatin on wat to Write/
Bt ah knw ah cnt force it, cuz iz nt by Power Nor By Might/..
Cuz Wen i went 4 a Fight!!/

ah was cumin awt wit 'heads' lyk ah was dia Barber!!/... Plus wen haters cum to me.. I jst smile n say 'thier Father..!!!/

Try me? U'l kick d bucket!!!../i mean u'l die, and buried in a Casket/
cuz i cud hit u wit a Racket!!/
plus dnt act wise cuz we knw u 'selfish'..... U shld prolly b in da market!!!/

on 2go!! ICEBERG, be tellin me abt Khim..!! He said 'Typhoon is she ur Crush/
Ah said 'No she's nt myn Bros!!/ cuz the only time, i cud touch her 'ttits' ... Is wen am hold a Brush!!!/-teeths

am knw to STRIKE PEST AND ROOKIES,/
Leave BICEP WIT LOOSE SKIN/
... Cuz niggas knw am d TIGHTEST IN SHOOTING!!!/

And.. I punch dis MAMMALS FACE!!/
leavin him wit more 'catarrh' lyk dat ARAB STATE/--Qatar
... Cuz i dnt gv a 'ffuck' bt i cud Throw SPOON AT YOU/--fork

I rap and u rap... The people jst shout WHO'S DAT FOOL!!!/

sleakid: am done acceptin and opening call out here.. Want a troll, β̣e dj5naira or drizzy enuf

sleakid: I see y'all...
oNe

jackbauersballs: This nigga recycling my own lines now?

Wack! Wack!! Wack!!!


From https://www.nairaland.com/200489/flow-rank/142#14563760

dj5naira: 48-punch I showered inside a tower where he cowered/ left him 'too dazed' . . . so he dashed away to recover/ after I had 'Stroked him On-line' . . . like a Comma/
When the hen claim to 'lay text' . . . I extend that/ stretch his errors to the extent that/ if his Flaws were coma . . . he wouldn't Re Cover/

Even if u phucked with 9 Milli's brain . . . you wouldn't c.um Hob Wit/
'I' to sleak is as Clark is to Louis Lane, ...his saviour/ he wanna Step to me . . . so I did him a favour/ waited for him at the Rooftop/ and DISS! is what Sleak could Come Up with?/
The alpha dunce had either Punctuate his lines properly/ or Pun. Phrase his rhymes orderly/ else i'll personally make that Fool Stop/

You'd collapse in ya Delusion . . . if u Think you can fall ma frame/
Tis Styl-plus upstage . . . when you hear 'em chorusin' Call My Name/
hes an Average Rodent . . . the Meanest Rat/ two-wheeled vehicle . inshort a seekest Cart/ and he's crippled, can't ball and his lines lame/ so i'd have ma bouncers wheelbarrow him outta the hall of fame/
Him I win hands down/ I pen idiomatical tract . . . that's a hiphoptical fact/ you? rhetorical trash/ no questionin' . so Touch ma Booklet . . . Feel ma Answer/ as thick as Sleak wackness . . . . Jeez, what a metaphorical bash!/

On the palm of DISS-creator, you are like pencil/
You won't scribe this hot . . . even if u borrow pens from the devil/

let Scoffield hand him the map . . . he still won't break prison or Rip Cells/
In this runway . . . y'all ladies & im a Gent/ we see the Scavenger bargainin' with LAWMA agents/ just so his scrap Heaps Sells/

Like a baby born . . . your n.ude and still a KID/ a young goat in Deed/
But when u sight a Polka-dot Suited nigga on stage/ 'bout going on rampage/ with a Revolver in hand . best know im the one . . . who's Dressed to Kill!/
Sike, truly you've been cursed with the Bitin' skills/ u keep pennin' nursery rhyme/ which we've nursed wayback in time/ when we were much younger . . . . by-teen skeels!/
This aint no Fish-fartin' contest/ nor a rib crackin' Con Test/ but the nerd won't win even if he goes ahead and Mess with Eels/
Legit intonations I empha-Size will live u STRESSED 4 Real/

Bizarro of FFR/ so best bet is to leave us/ cuz ya earthen scissors/ won't cut through De Foe . . . like that player from Tottenham/
Amputate Sleak, the Octopus . . . after I tore ten arms!!/

that MC is a Weirdo/ ijoya crooner . . . lyrical Idowu Adesimbo/
im a Noble chap . . . so I won't bug if he thinks I got Rare flow/

Ah shine so bright . . . u could use ma blood for your electric lighting/
No truth in his deeds/ if im to choose b'tween Dees & Sleakid/ i'd elect Rick cuz you a Lie Teen/

I fire in dose . . . brimstones unto Gomorrahs in Sodom/
You jes like Deposits in Rankings . . . u 'settle at the bottom' !/

Drizzle! you to me is like son to a parent/
No quit notice/ so please note this/ landlord here . . . so exit the FFR buildin' or Pay Rent!/