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rozzay:Me alone na three in one and I ain't Catholic though |
teddybiyasi:I go soon start rabbiying u in other things soon coz u still have a lot to learn. Shey all ur necessary assets don dey develop? Duro, mi n bo |
SuperSauce:No mind am, whether na she be the girl wey dey live next to my compound self |
rozzay:Lol! I wonder how she gathers her own info. If Coogar and I are truly married then Teddy must have seen the real men hiding behind our boxers ![]() Time don dey reach wey I go c/o and whoop that small girl silly. She no dey fear again |
teddybiyasi:And ur dating the 3 of us, or else how on earth could you have known! |
acenazt:Lyrical What?!! Read the lyrics below from Rakim [b]"How To Emcee" Look what ya'll made me do [Chorus:] This is your koran or bible To be a true emcee icon or idol The contents you put in your songs are vital Like training for the ufc you want a title Slam thoughts on a canvas flip em and pin em metaphors and similes and synonyms in em Spit heat around the town the more you get it heard till you spit at 2000 miles before it hit a curve Then float your rhymes and your rap pages word play punch lines and catch phrases Heat spots with players and ballers new game street talk straight off the corners new slang I got heat for crowds for those that pursuit it Spitters I show you flow till your vocals are through it I m showing you freestyle just focus into it If you a gee I'll show you how to cope when you do it [Chorus] Forever sick like catching aids is In a class of greatness for magic phrases My predicates last for pages every letter fit trend setter like fashion statements When folks get a sign and a hope forever I wrote some of the illest rhymes ever put to gether Soon as I make em rappers take em analyze em for days and para phrase em I'm back hip hoppers I'm back to spit some documents Raps hit the block it's a wrap it's the apocalypse The hood give my rap flow names like nine eleven and crack cocaine I hit the building it gets hotter in em It's like birds most rappers don't know how to flip em I got hip em get hop and show em how to spit em I bust a rhyme then I school em for for free I scholarship em Chorur:song the competition know the deal your not ready now Because your dealing with the R know how it's going down this is it kid your so sick with your skills your flow goes right in you can kill rap It's hard since you can flip it isnt it bars it's infinite so ra deliver it far different Hard lyric and part instruments start spitting the articulate ya'll rhythms get Till every syllable you drop is pivotal It's not original it's not as memorable I'll lyrical till hes so popular they sick of you Pandemic a threat level five it's critical Kill em off with a word like euthanasia Till it spread to the youth in asia In the booth I'm major my music monumental I'm a mogul You gonna make sence I'm gonna show you You got to put the life in them lines make the hear sight to the make your flow tighter brighter design So if the mic is your grind then biting s a crime especially if a ghost writers writing your rhymes. [Chorus] It don matter if I ain't on the page You gonna tell me what you want I give it to you the way you want it show you how to flow and how to rip any phrase you you want you just keep your eye on me I show you how to emcee If it's wack ordinary displays you want tell what you want I give it to you the way you want show you how to flow and how to rip any stage you on I can show you how to emcee like I got a degree[/b] Do u know what true lyricism is all about? |
Canibus ft Rakim - I'll Bus Em, You Punish Em (chorus deleted) (Canibus) Yo, yo... Out on the battling tip my verbal lateral grip Keeps my tongue glued to the A-Dat when I'm trackin' 'em swift Let my spit lubricate the chap on my lips And make you rappers have fits 'cause I'm back in the mix Forget a pad and a pen, I write rhymes on an IBM Ebonics is dead, the binary language is in Canibus practices in a room wit a thousand candles lit Meditating on this rapping shit Because my freestyle reigns sovereign Wit a deeper conscious than the prophet Muhammad was born wit My brain cavity is enormous My left hemisphere alone harnesses all of the 7 sharveous While the right one harnesses darkness The type of dark that makes a house haunted The type of dark that people get lost in The type of dark you fear when you're dead in your coffin I hear you talkin' but I ignore it Cause you garbage and your rhymes borin' So keep standin' on the corner, the thrash-man will collect you in the mornin' Thug cats frontin' Wacker than Blinky Blink on the back of the wack-ass wagon babblin' about - nothin' Now that real hood rats could get it on, black Meet me at The Tunnel where pussy cats get robbed at Rubber faced rappers get stretched like elastic claymation characters with verbal vernaculars Slappin' ya like a white water raft or an Olympic kayak paddlin' across the - Niagara Fake MCs haul ass like they runnin' track Where ever Canibus or Rakim is at (Rakim) Be ready and at ya best The celebrity match of death Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath Then I asked the ref, "how many cats is left?" One on one, who challenging? Come get did All I have is a pen and punish you kids Abdomen punctured and look what I did to his wig Wanna live then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime Get your snot-box smashed with a 9 Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again Again and again, again and again (Canibus): Yo, yo…. The battle started with a grapple He had real long hair so a grabbed a hand full And chopped 'em in the Adams-apple His partner in back of you tried to attack you So I'ma twist 'em up like a pret-zel then I'ma tag you (Rakim): I'm on some stone cold shiit Warn your whole click Cartilage get blown until the whole bone split Who wanna spit, bang quick, strangle 'em wit his lip He tried to flip but I left his body danglin' (Canibus): You left 'em danglin' I can't believe he wanna grapple again I swung 'em around like I was dancing wit 'em Put his arms in back of his head and snapped 'em again Then I grabbed his limbs and put in the figure-"6 subtracted from 10" (Rakim): Seven birds, make 'em swerve 'til their vision is blurred Turn cats that suped from superb to nerds Just say the word, I'll leave your DNA on the curb And stick my dick in your ear and f_ck what you heard |
acenazt:Differentiate between a rapper and an emcee |
SuperSauce:No, it's better here than the FFR thread. We want to see only bars there |
teddybiyasi:What's the difference between u and any other male in this department? You've lost every trace of femininity in you. You left the amebo, literature, romance and all the toto threads on NL for this section. You battle men older than you, and I bet you can pee standing in ur jean trousers. Lastly, u deliberately refused to add the f to ur username. Don't blame Rozzay for calling u a HE. Chief Judge |
Gratefully, I'm the first to comment on this thread that has 100% right to hit the front page. Rakim Allah, as he's well known, is unarguably the god mc in the world of hip hop! This guy birthed the style most so-called top rated emcees are using today. His rhyme scheme is top notch! His flow is as easy as the air we breathe. Too bad he's so underrated, reason why the beat hounds flocking the mainstream may not know him. But I implore y'all to google and download Rakim's tracks and get the taste of what I call true lyricism. Thankfully, many a hip hop head have referenced him in their tracks as the grand master. Below is one of his tracks I love to listen to anyfuckingtime! [b] UPLIFT [1st verse] Levantore! Yeah, it's just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal In a thug's paradise where love have a price So we love for life like thugs love the night They sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights Some hug mics to the world, hung like parasites The likes lethal, the mics lead you A sneak preview, watch what we do and what the hood teach you I still see through the eye of a needle So I can watch people cause slug backwards is evil [2nd verse] Levantore! Yo, what's this? Yo bust this. Yo it's time to up lift They think all we do is bust clips and puff splifs And plush whips and clutch chips and touch chicks Flont rocks like Fort Knox and hog blocks Taunt cops with more props and we want not Panhandling with your mans and them Scrambling, gambling, plans to win While the cops clock em, thieves flock em Women watch em, traders wanna top em Ay yo what's the problem Before the narcs knock em opposite playas plot to rob em The ghetto got em, my man said it's rough at the bottom [3rd verse] Levantore! Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse We went from 1st to America's worst On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth There's more prize for one another, and call shots 12:00 til the next ball drop All year around plus they shuffle non stop You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me And everybody's side of the street'll be celly Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money And earn money and watch the century turn 20 [4th verse] Levantore! We all should, from the woods to the big city and the small hood Everybody should be welcome to the ball if we all could, But we fall cause we brawl, yo it ain't all good We need to play right, stay tight with ya air alight Keep your game tight, no need to play trife Get cheese from the daylight to the late night And it's shouldn't take death to appreciate life Before a lot parish, we got to cherish if Allah let us Let's give prop and merits till the block flourish In this metropolis, stay on top of this You know what the prophet is, be prosperous [5th verse] Levantore! Now we networking Respect the next person, it'll be less hurting Or left lurkin, while we kept our dreads working Connect set for certain, total networking Last chance to advance and stash grands If you have plans to have fam and mad land Own shine, condone crime or hold 9s I know what the problem is, killing our own kind To my flame throwers, train sober, remain soldiers Stay sane so these pretty dames can hold us Terror terrain rollers and Range Rovers so the train goers Claim your fame, maintain, till your game's over [6th verse] Levantore! Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse We went from 1st to America's worst On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth There's more prize for one another, and call shots 12:00 til the next ball drop All year around plus they shuffle non stop You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top My peeps gonna have to reach and turn for me And everybody's side of the street'll be celly Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and burn money And earn money and watch the century turn 20 Levantore! [/b] |
Jigsaw started well with good flow, rhymes and punchlines in the first 6 bars! Then after that, I don't know what happened. He could have won this, honestly speaking but he lacked the consistency to edge out Elymax, who brought fire from the start to end. And that's why, I think for the first time, I won't vote based on criteria. Elymax, inasmuch as I enjoyed ur verse, I don't like that jargon wordplay at all. The Babertov was sweet, hinting on Warriblood's expertise, but why 'Jah gone'? Forget say u dey fight to win the wordplay criteria, e no make sense to me at all Enough said Mvgt - Elymaxiimus! Chief Judge |
Guykhena:Pure rigging! Those judges are super biased. I'd even prefer that Vivly won |
Gladyys:You're still getting a spank |
Gladyys, Captainflash and Krayceejay...take ur corny bite and slap to the two line diss section. If you can't drop a verse create a thread for ur chit chats. Una dey spoil d0pe flows here! Nice one, ThePrekky Chief Judge |
obainojazz:I don't have his number |
obainojazz:So what about ur battle with Warriblood? |
sosiqdude:Of course, u should. Just post a pic of you holding a paper with "Mr Nairaland" written on it |
Tushkid74:Nice one |
Idowuogbo:If no be say today na Sunday wetin I for do u eh ![]() |
I nominate Obainojazz, Lagunna and Sosiqdude |
Lagunna, why u no contest? I promise Rozzay or any of ur candidates for next Miss/Mr NL for next year a clear victory. If I had known in time I'd have gathered my army. Some of them will be punished though for not answering my call. Was so disappointed but no wahala sha. There's still tomorrow |
How do count this shhit? Pure nonsense! Phoenix members alone were more than 30, not to mention niggas from the rap section. Vivly self get more votes pass the Jeminna abi wetin. Na wa for una o ![]() Next time name the voters, all this one na rigging |
Darkrebel:Last year's competition was tighter than this joor. I supported Rozzay coz of her personality though |
Geoxpress:You don try, at last |
Geoxpress, Teddybiyasi, Techtonic, Gladyys |
Sungwritter:Tnx. Tell Geoxpress say im don try o |
Sungwritter! |
AlfaAce:Where's Geoxpress?? Since morning! ![]() |
kingphilip:You no see people wey dey quote viewers? Kiddablingzz, 007bruce, Illness, Elymaxiimus, Teddybiyasi, Geoxpress (if I catch u)..PLEASE VOTE ROZZAY |
Darkrebel:Thank u. Still help me tell those ur friends abeg thanks |
Limerick:Yes na, and the rest. Make we help Lagunna and the beautiful Rozzay abeg ![]() |
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