I'm on the high ground; you're falling through yours
All you do is talk;
I stand above with a mop
Why do you punish the God
By leaving s*** for me to clean up?
In the history of the cleanest,
I'm the most hygienic, except I spit an exceptional lot exceptionally
I guess what I mean
Is that I definitely
Wipe the floor; those who love this art have no disrespect for the queen
You can look up but can't step up to me,
Let alone stand up to me,
Like I said, you're falling
I'm never snoring,
Even through writer's block
'Cause even through writer's block,
My mind won't stop; that's what my head's enduring
So you victims might cry but it's myself I'm torturing,
Pressuring, but you?
I'm just kicking you when you're down
And like I said, you're falling
'Cause I wipe the floor on you
'Cause all you do, is talk,
Tryna walk whilst you're falling;
Might as well not have legs
You haven't; it's all in your head
I just stand up here with my mop and I'm spitting, on it, cleaning up whilst you're s***ting;
The most hygienic rhythm
This is me; this is your religion
That ain't to say that I can't be influenced
I've got to excel, somehow
There goes my idols, down to hell, they drown
Through them and a mind of my own, myself is found
You sell yourself, and people buy false promises
I don't want that s***; a rock, a spliff or a hollow tip
And as I tilt my head way down, I'm gonna diss, till my back aches
Oh, that taste?
It's sweet? Why the sour face?
Well I'm pretty bitter and I just wanted you to feel that
And when I hear you or even see you, I just feel it all again
Or even when I think of you, I talk with my pen
And cause it again, but in you
That's what I call revenge
So don't consider this words, consider this actions
You want a word? I want action
Lyrical hurt over friendly battling rapping
I'd rather be chatting than that
Rather be chatting than not wiping the floor on you;
I even got a dustpan to completely rid you

Let's battle.

I will.

You go first.

I don't need drugs/To leave you crushed/My words'll have you completely f*cked/Up as you bleed on the rug/They'll beat you to blood/You'll be nothing but fluids, guts and bones/Don't tell me I can only do it if I'm f*cking stoned/You must not know/The sharp edged tip of my flow will cut your throat/Yung Murder/More like an old fantasy murderer/You yearn for a/Person ya/Could kill but really I bet you're a church-goer/Not dissing religious people/I'm complimenting you; just stop tryna act like you're sick and evil/I'm a deep thinker; I'm peaceful/I'm battling you with ease/You'll play the big man but I can truly see/That you'll be falling to your knees/Who would e-ven/Fail to recognise that/The second I rap/Even the witnesses are trembling/When I'm penciling, I'm ending them/I never threaten so fret/And it's not a bet - it's just death/I get in your head, suppress your breath/Mouth to mouth, hand to chest - that just will not work/I'm ill with words/It's a skillful curse/I'll let you win, but I'll kill you first

Flexibars
I'm about to hit you with some disrespectful bars
Little special heart
If it weren't for me, you'd just never start
So it's me who had to start but I'm also going to end it hard
Getting far
Into your senses, getting your mental scarred
Loco shitty Therapist
Since when's a shrink been devilish?
You'll need one for yourself if you even consider sending disses
'Cause I'm exterminating you and Flexibars
With my flexible bars
You're just getting me started
Forever this lasts
Till the last breath in your heart
The last blink in your eye
The last lyric in mind
The last thing in your life
So when you see a pen, don't pick up and write
And don't type
'Cause you know it'll be loads of hype
So Flexi and Loco, I can't pronounce this other tw*t's name
The second person who wrote on this page
I bet he's also a joke to the game
All 3 of you, come close to the dame
And I'll just leave you all with floating remains

Okay; let's battle, if that's what you are asking.

Ibime
Tight lines
But they're the only ones you'll say in your lifetime
Put faith in the right mind
With patience comes nice rhymes
The world doesn't revolve around you
You revolve around it
Solve it now, quick
The whole thing sounds sh*t, in a lyrical sense
Another song about killing again
The same as 50 million men
And next, you'll be here spitting revenge
Talking of killing me, like, "In my hood, it's just a simple offence"
And then I'll blow your mind in ways you've never heard before
Without the talk of murder or, gore
I'm a person of war
And I mean that I'll slate you completely
But say it uniquely
And therefore I'll win; you won't be grateful, believe me
Look at yourself f*cker
A spell your under
Getting seen by L Momma
I smell sucker
I'm giving you hell's suffering
Let me guess, you "came from heaven"
B*tch, you ain't a blessing
Your birth was a sin
Now I'm the curse that you're in
Learn your lesson

All talk, no action
When will it all just happen?
You call this rapping?
It looks more like chatting
'Cause you're all Cravens
When I perform, the floor's shaking
Forcing Satan
Out of his chair
I overpower him, ye
And before you say it, yes you are the baddest
In fact, you're atrocious
I get on a track and I'm focused
But you actors are hopeless
I'd never claim the wrong frame
And play the wrong game
I'm not a bandit
And I ain't got to rap it
To make an attraction

Hit me back when
You think you can be *ssed to send
Or balled or gutted to send some sh*t
I'll end you quick(ly)
Walk away and take your 7 senses with me
Ye, I'll knock you over
When you're properly sober
And blow ya -
Brain without a gun
And as for pain or doubts, there's none
I stay back-laid about it; it's fun
I'm not encouraging beef; I'm helping you run
'Cause your mental health'll be brung
To what they call selfish and dumb
Dissing me back would be a suicide
It's up to you though; you decide

Hi,

I'm a new member of Nairaland and I have made this page for anyone who wants to battle.