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danbrowndmf:I will still sue you for character defamation. When I no be KingTom. ![]() |
danbrowndmf:LMAO. This man, you dey craze. Which babe get time for this again for this country? ![]() |
Limerick:Olohun Oba o! Aren't you the one whistling outside my gate? Abi na you I dey sight for inside marwa from balcony? Lol Ikotun/Igando too here! |
Limerick:Which area you base for? |
JigsawKillah:SAW! Crazy... ![]() |
Limerick:Na Alimosho be your hood? |
darkenedrebel:This is song has been on the list of my best for some months now. Oriste Femi is a brilliant vocalist! |
kr0ne:Oh! Your Range Rover Sport has a flat tyre? |
kr0ne: Oyya, let's hear you spit! Go, krone, go! |
kr0ne: Oyya, let's hear you spit! Go, krone, go! |
kr0ne:Krone! Hahahhahaha ![]() |
kr0ne:Wasn't it Obaino that was throwing you disses yesterday on 'fat girls'? Ahhhh! This is payback time. ![]() |
MuhdG:I think so too. ![]() |
I'm still trying to figure out which one is dopper between MuhdG and Obainojazz.... ![]() |
Never did I seek you, Never did I chase; Not once did I peek you, I don't know your face. Yet you are the master, Of my fuddled mind, And you are the caster, Of spells cruel and kind. You're my every feeling, You're my every thought. Each moment I'm reeling, Each second I'm wrought. Ensnared by enigma, I hardly can move. My capital sigma, Oh what must I prove? You're so insubstantial, A whispering shout, A case circumstantial, I strain not to doubt. My clairvoyant stranger, What magic is this? Don't know if you're danger, Not sure if you're bliss. You're my favourite puzzle, Complete you I must. I'm thirsty to guzzle, Your elusive lust. I don't even know you, But each thing I learn, Compels me bestow you, With all that you yearn. Consumed by obsession, A storm in my brain, I'll be your possession, 'Til I'm your disdain. - Laykorn |
Wow! This is by no doubt one of the best pieces ever posted on Nairaland. Reading this, I could almost hear the brown leaf's wails in my ears. This is something else! Lyricalpontiff, the title. I think you wanted it to be 'leaf', didn't you? Can we have this on the frontpage? Cc: Dominique Lalasticlala Rocktation Seun |
darkenedrebel:Rebel, not today again. |
iAmCharis:Obo! |
iAmCharis:Oh no! I'm sorry, brother. I mistook you for someone else. ![]() |
iAmCharis:You dey craze, I swear! ![]() |
iAmCharis:Agape? Agama? Is this you? ![]() |
A few weeks ago, I almost got engaged in fisticuffs with one of those guys. Well, this one was exceptionally tall (same height as me ) and he had all the body parts that could be pierced pierced. I was coming from the National Stadium that Saturday after having broken an arm in a sparring match and this guy approached me with his song. 'Pink lips, tattoo, pink lips......' I kept feigning ignorance until the idiot held my broken arm. A jolt of pain coursed through me, and I instantly turned my burning face to the huge idiot.Holding my hurting arm, I hurled at him: "You dey craze? I look like person wey need pink lips? " The boy's face changed and he hurled back some words at me and shifted his feet into a fight stance. He looked like he had some experience with boxing. O boy! Na hen this small fear catch me. I had a broken arm, a hurting foot, so I knew that getting into a fight stance with the idiot would be a big blunder, but I wasn't leaving the scene yet. I just changed my style fast fast. I went again, this time shouting. "You wan fight? Guy, you go regret am! Punch me, come on do it! Na one 'rib hammerjab' (nothing like hammerjab) you go take. Na ambulance dem go use carry you commot for here. Try am!" By then, there was already some attention and his friends pulled him away while he shouted. I was already thinking of leaving the scene when one of his friends shouted: "Leave am. Na fighter he be. See him trouser!" It was only then I remembered that I was still on my dobok trousers with 'Taekwondo' printed along the side. I looked at the idiot and he was trying to read the inscription off me. "Egbeda, Egbeda!" O boy, na hen I carry bag join motor one time while the boy struggled to read life off me. Sw |
This is poetry right from the streets; as raw as it could ever be! When I christened you The Street Poet on the club then, people like Everest didn't understand why. But then, is this just purely the rivers of your imagination running wild, tearing in a flood, or truth makes up your words? I'm just curios! |
So, now who bears the burden of blame?/ To whom will it be said/ That if they didn't transgress they'd ne'r be shamed/ don't know what these ninjas want more the respect or d' pomp o' fame/ Or the pleasant name that remains/ And like atavistic Oashes scream away/ Bro, if they offered you the moon/ If they offered you the sun/ In exchange for your soul/ Then turn around and run, run/ The glitz of this world is nothing but fun/ Play, amusement until it's over n' done/ Don't put your faith in this world/ Don't dash your hope; it gains not/ Not for a sky full o' stars/ Not for an ocean o' pearls/ And life it is called/ Hey, now roll it up and turn the page/ Forget all the crazy deeds from yesterday/ Look, if there were deserts o' diamonds/ If there were mountains of gold/ If there were pieces of platinum The size of the globe/ It wouldn't compare to the light o' your soul/ The more you refine it, the brighter it glows/ They want you lost in the darkness They want your heart to be cold/ They want you following blindly Until your coffin is closed/ And what you hold in your palms I know it's hotter than coals/ But if you knew what it was worth You would not let go/ We're having fun here so/ Why is there so much gravity and diss in my flow/ So much wisdom like I was spilling 'em quotes/ Or schooling lil' kids who still suck on 'em oats/ It's for some ninjas I can't hit with words o' the mouth/ Throwing 'em my diss but my bars in a shroud/ It's for the ninjas who think it's all for victory our bout/ And would go out o' hand/ The made rules to flout/ When 'em supposed to be the ones keeping d' guard/ Maintaining all the honor and dignity in rap/ They would go the longest ways to cop 'em a win/ Even if on their wicked paths, they step on a sin/ It's much more than the late closing/ o' threads Or all that we've seen/ It's more about the spirit, we lack in the scene/ Like in real-life it would save our feet/ When to some online wins we cling..... |
JigsawKillah:Jigsaw, that's crude. Why do that to a brother? ![]() |
obainojazz:LMAO! |
Ibime:Old Papa! |
Darkenedrebel, an educated person? You should be doing part-time stand up comedy. ![]() |
MuhdG:Wow! No be first class be that? ![]() |
sinizia:LOL. But sinizia, you haven't closed our thread o. |
sinizia:You observe the rules; you break them too. ![]() But, issorait. Don't cry. ![]() |
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