Ibime:
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Your King is back. . . so all jokes aside/
How would y'all folks survive/ looking at my holster size/
Ruger 3 inch barrel snub/ soon as you beg for your life. . . I flash the plug/
It's not an absence of mercy. . . it's a lack of love!/
The hollow point contuse your spine/ and confuse your mind/
If I say "your money or your life". . . you better choose the fine/
I'm too sublime/ and got the rookies on my jawn/
I literally feast on X-Men. . . after cooking up a Storm/
I been in the Hall of fame. . .you still looking for the form/
Been on that Big L shït. . .since the Children of the corn/
I tell a pùssy to perform/ or finish with her mouth/
I'm a high functioning mensa. . . with the image of a tout/
Been touring the map again. . . y'all know what Ibi is about/
I just returned from Malta. . .with Sicily en-route/
I kick it with my spouse/ but I'm no casanova/
Before you flash the toaster/ I'ma slash ya shoulder/
if I crash the Rover/ you gon' see the Audi/
Like I said. . . I get cheese. . . like peeps from Saudi/
Howdy?




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Welcome back!!!!

ELYMAXiimus:
me

Let's kick it on Wednesday if you mean am.

Hmmm, who's up for a battle?

Lol

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Reyginus:
Your memory is not good enough then. Your tantrum can never be justified by the above thing you scribbled. You see, when a leader keeps malice with his subjects the group tends to deteriorate. I don't really care about the respect of everyone. I didn't complain when things were going south? Your memory again...How many times did I plead with rebel, airmak, Ely, you, Giyazz, and others to cut down the hatred you were sowing? AlexPissu was the other person doing same.

Your tantrum for things coogar related split this section into two camps. On dark's battles your proponents and Ely's were not to vote and vice versa. My memory is good and my conscience is clear. It is both dumb and ignorant to tag me along this line. I never ruined any tourney. You should search your memory again because I love battles to a fault and the claim of ruining a tourney is not consistent with my character. I gave the Poet tourney my maximum support and has never for once supported destruction or disunity. You should cut down the tantrum.

What tantrum are you talking about? Is it not obvious that you are actually the one throwing tantrums left,right and center?
The reduction of this place to a wasteland was caused by you and your house boys and not any moderator. Last time I hosted a tourney you instigated them to sabotage it in order to tarnish my image and deliver a personal vendetta. Every nigga knows that this place went to the dogs after that incident. This is what happens when followers refuse to work with their leader to foster unity,peace and progress. It is solely because of your partial nature that this place is in such a mess. While I was trying to ensure this section keeps bubbling, you guys were busy frustrating my efforts by trying to ruin a tourney - while the rest were bugging super mods with loads and loads of mails explaining why I don't deserve to be a MOD. Some even swore their lives that nothing ll ever stop me from being demoted. How would this place not be like this when you have encouraged this kind of nonsense to continue?

Reyginus:
They both contributed in making here a dead zone. Two adults with the tantrum of a two year old. Imagine Airmak banning DarkRebel for 6 months?

You see, I used to respect you as a person and your opinions as well, but I'm surprised you can come up with a slanderous comment as this.
Last year when I tried to liven things up with a tourney( even with my heavy schedule) you supported those who tried to sabotage it by ganging up to pull no shows. You didn't complain that things were gonna go south then. Na now you want talk?
It is deceitful and desperately wicked people like you that brought this place down, nothing else.

GIYAZZ:
Damn! Smooth work.

Yaaga

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Go on, bring the heat and blow hot/
I ll make sure I rip you in three with old glocks/
You could grip a TRIBUNAL and you still won't 'hold court'!/

This is a sparkling performance/ I'm bemusing rappers with ma fluid slangs and a parlance/
Make your soul dangle from a scale . . till I leave your life hanging in a balance!/

Your girl feels ma package/ cos I'm on the roll like the wheels in a carriage/
Since I'm the type that spray cash and expose "Bills" like Tiwa Savage!/

There's no way you escaping my wrath/
I'm holding you captive in a manger in fact/
And you still won't 'break LOOSE' . . if you rip KAYNON apart!/

Your style is too stinky/
Put my ppenis in your mums mouth while I ride your boo's kkitty/
Can't upload pics cos your dress sense is poor, you're ffucked with the clothes like a smooth quickie!/

Girls never lay this lanky broke nigga/ so tryna bang his own sister/
. . . . is the only time Kaz see @ss . . like the Spanish goal keeper!

There's no debate/ you re who gays wanna blow and date/
No wonder niggas call you a GGAY DAM . . . like the GOVERNOR OF YOBE STATE!

Nothing he writes is royal and apt/ it's noise that he raps/ so I ll easily lay this weak boy on his back/
. . . cos with a thin 'aluminum sheet' I can block his punches and 'foil' his attacks!/

Spread your dopeness like a wild fire/
I ll stop your progress with a white plier/
You could be an INTOXICATED HANDBILL . . and you still won't be a "high flyer"!/

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Stop tryna act like you glow/ cos you re a cow who only shines at playing cards and ludo/
Claiming it took me weeks for my answer to show/
But on FFR, every old gaffer should know/ that regardless of how long it takes to brandish my flows/ I'll always be a-head of this "NAMA like Nnamdi Udoh!!/

That's cos I'm a born legend/ like John Lennon/ plus my kingly status got you boys dreading/
That's why his just vexing/ cos the wack lines he's connecting/ won't get him anywhere near the title . . like a sub-heading!/

His dad gives him pocket money doesn't make him so intriguing/
Small boy, his parents won't let him hustle cos the workload ll kill him/
Got 'alot my plate', so this hopeless minion/ should give respect to a nigga who buys his own clothes and linens/
And if he also claims alot is on his plate, then this fool is overfeeding!/

Someone should give this fool a job/
While he spends the whole day online, posting trash on useless blogs/
I know niggas his age running streets and pushing mobs/
It's high time this nigga goes silent, cos I'm pulling glocks, till I shut him down like Uniport!/

Back and forth? Go read my freestyles with ThePrekky/
Against Ibime my punchlines were heavy/
And when I faced illscripts my writing was deadly/
So fail to let sleeping dawgs lie, when The force Awakens . . It wont be be Star Wars as I let you die by the dezzie!/

You never making it here/ ya wack lines don't instigate us to cheer/
Achebe ll blast you from the top and put your fam in a state of despair/ soon as I place the can above his head like I'm spraying his hair!/

I blaze for fun/ when I invade your comp/
Strike ya dad, as I impale your mum/
And ya sis won't be left as I aim the pump/ shoot till I make her a Gone Girl[/ . . like [i]Amy Dunne!

You get haunted like Alex Mahone/
For dissing ma pix,when it's invariably known/ that he looks like a malnourished crone/ with the face of a baboon have a fractured cheekbone/
He's so ugly, that he never takes selfies, cos he won't still won't snap himself . . If he started cracking his bones!/

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Kaz? I don't think that this nigga is ready/ to stand me cos he's feeble and pesky/
I'm a wonderboy whose guns are lethal and deadly/ and they re tailored to rip out his belly/ if he attacks this Wiz kid . . like Linda Ikeji!/


I'm revealing a lugar/ to stop this creepy intruder/ with witty maneuvers/
. . cos I ll make nonsense of any punch Kaz throw . . and it's not the leader of Cuba!


He better keep a discreet parlance/ or I'll split his weak phallus/
But if this spar advances to a full scale battle, I'll rip him apart with a spring balance!

What I spew is major/ but ya verses dont move debaters/ they only show you off as a stupid hater/
And the nonsense that you spew on paper/ ll never come of here . . like an unsubstituted player!/

I don't mean to be grunt or speak bitter/
But Kaz is a ffucking ddick squeezer/
. . this stubborn bbitch nigga/ is known to handle balls and Jack Rod well . . . Sundie's midfielder!
He even keep ggay Muslim lovers/ who take turns to smooch the boxers/
. . before they get under and blow Kaz like suicide bombers!/

Cos no chic ever wanna bed the ugly louse/ hes never undressed a showty's blouse/
. . cos Kaz and ladies never 'click' like a faulty mouse!/

The writtens that ah launch/ ll put this weakling in a morgue/
And if I run behind schedule . .
I'll whip him to a pulp/
. . then have the battering drop his @ss on a newspaper, just to beat him to the punch!

Is it the chrome piece? I pop it/ but I'll be smoking this dumb kid/ If he pose like he's dogged/
He won't have the "urge to spend" . . when he gets cremated, after my lighter burn a hole in his pocket!

Kaz is a bbitch like Lucy/
His raps make us laugh like a clip from Whoopi/ but everything I spit is juicy/
. . so if he thinks otherwise, when the upper cuts hit the ppussy/ he ll start changing 'tune' like he switching a Disney movie!/

Everything he texts be filthy/ so he best stop letting his verse 'nitpick' me/
But if he fail to 'call the dogs off', then I send hounds to tear him quickly/
. . moment I set him against the The foxes like the rivals of Leicester city!/

Busy day, kinda too sleepy to write now. I go drop in the morning. These wacks need to be purged.

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I see 66kazna99 yelling in sight/ as if he's getting the hypes/ but Dj5naira is one emcee that's earning his stripes/
And if they lock horns, I swear DJ ll definitely smash Kaz . . . as if he's learning to drive!

Fucccck the chitchatter/ ll break Kazna down real faster/
Soon as the jabs get into his system like a slick hacker/
I'm a snitch stabber/ and a chick snatcher/ who can blow him far off with a sleek lama/
. . cos my firearm would carry a b!!tbh away from the south like Ese's Kidnappers!

I'm a game changer/ famous for being a trail blazer/
My puns produce fodders . . cos every punch I drop is a haymaker/
I land like eight acres/ and brandish a grey chamber/ that put this f@g in grave danger/
. . cos Im known to bring the cans out like spray painters!

I hate bland pretenders/ so i ll stamp this fella/ stomp him with the wheels of a farm harvester/
. . . till the b! !!!tbh retires from rap like Eva/
Every bar I tender/ must be brilliant/ there ain't no escape from this thoughtless beating/
And if he seeks refuge at the bottom of a hill . . . then I'll be coming for the kill . . . when I bring guns to 'Clear valley' . . . like arming 'Thomas William'!

My shots displace brothers/ but this failed sucker/ still won't strike if he played soccer/
Kazna be Claiming top tier when his rhymes belong to the 'Bin though' . . 'Adamawa state governor'!

The gee's a novice/ I pump his chicks clitoris/ and I don't think he knows this/
. . . but Egyptians freaking notice/ that every weekend I ride her each time we 'hit the bar' like Victor Moses!/

Here is a real confession/ cos theres no need for stressing/ since your girl be the new chic I'm sexing/
. . . anytime I want a quickie, na so she go just "open legs" faster than a knee operation!/

I bring scrolls to crack domes/ and spit flows to smack bones/
. . . so you better cringe. . cos the Ars ll tears your flesh and expose spines. . if you 'show some backbone'!

You text with the swag of a bozo/ I'm leaving this guy bruised proper/
. . . crush you with a couple o' wood cutters/
to put him under the blades like the mast of a rotor!/

Ya raps don't 'sit well' with me. .
. . so stop acting like you worthy and fit/ as if you won't flee when I storm with the fifth/
cos you still won't 'pit' yaself against me, if we fought in a 'ditch'!

66Kazna99:


Fanboy who loves fan milk, writing me fan mail. DJ on the wheels of steel with the will to still steal... My style

You ain't better than Dj.

Wacks don take over. SMH.
Kudos to 007Bruce and Dj5naira.
Make I write sef.
One!!!

Leave am like that abeg!

I'm more brilliant than a smart professor/
Quick to make blood flow and leave you chickens in red like a scarlet letter . . ./
Cos I'm a heartless fella/
. . . who tuck pieces and roll with Baggies like Darren Fletcher . . .
I can tell you hombres are hardly clever/ y'll don't spit what cats can treasure/
But I'm here to make this place 'start shaking again' like Suarez and Patrice Evra!/

You wacks are too big for your britches/ but I'm rolling out stunning speeches/ call me a damaged door . . . cos I'm so Bleep!ng off the hinges . . .
And I'm like a women empowerment programme . . the way I bring skills to you sobbing b!tches!

They deem me witty and awesome/ whenever Mik is performing/
While you getting to the base of a boulder . . cos you often reaching rock bottom . . .
Plus my flows sired peeps from Ibom to Boston/
You fools peer at my progress till you don't even know where to start. .
Cos you could even punch the floor while sprinting and you still won't hit the ground running!!/

My upper cuts leave y'll with a spinning bearing/ but if my fist can't reach the larynx/
Men chi aka na'bu[i/] . . ll showcase the chrome and shoot like Peter Clarence . . .
Cos I'm known to [i]raise Tools[i/] like Tolu Oniru parents!

I'm known for popping nines/ so you girls shouldn't try ta cross the line/ cos I don't care if I get charged for warring crimes/
I ll just draw my firearm and [i]make it clap like Sean Paul and Busta Rhymes . . .
Of course I'll shine/ I ve been tutoring you nonsense swines/ ever since I started streamlining my sumptuous rhymes/
My verses brought in widespread recognition and exposed Genesis. . . cos I'm the Moses of modern times!

Still remain the champ who rules this clan/
Oppose my reign and part with ya stupid fam/
Cos I got subjects who rock mal-wears and keep gats in cooling vans/
Ready to invade ya home and attack your PC when they Bust your windows like Jasmine Sullivan!!

I turn homers to disciples/ and dangle loafers from the Eiffel/
Plus I'm notorious for ripping toddlers with the rifle/
. . Evangelists testify that I known to drop seeds the sower in the Bible!/

Dead!

Newbies tournament is coming up soon so stay put.

jreyez:


stab yourself with your nosebone.

Lol OK.

This is a great cipher.

You niggas are wack and daft/ but I'm more dangerous than a heart attack/
And I could bring my skill to the solar system to prove my raps are smart/
So like approaching the 'music producer' . . it's a blatant fact/ that next time you see me in a space Jet, I ll be coming to 'Mars ta craft'!/

I'm above everything thing you cats can draft/ even your lords cant match the stats/
Cos even 'Dj Coublon' can swear that my sample spats/ best what ya 'Master craft'!/

What's with the shouting?/ when you got no slugs that you mounting/ I could bleed you all with shots from a mountain/ or let you flee when my thugs bring the rounds in/
Cos you still won't be 'well armed' if you put your 'guns in a fountain'!/

Still remain a king in this part/
Two years running, ll never relinquish the cap/ but you dumb fools need to start quitting the art/
Cos you could be told to 'beef up security' and you ll go dissing your guards!/

If you're a Bagger then you must be a big bozo/
You ll get hacked with a Bblack axxe after I hit you with a sleek combo/
Cos I'm known to strike against Vikings like Lyn Oslo!/

This gent is just ddope/
Every piece I wear is all gold/
Plus my designer fittings prove that M is not broke/
So me wear Rag? Nah! . . Earl Lothbroke!

I ll upload a vid of his beating through multimedia/
And turn his fans to my staunch believers/
Plus you ll find him in Denmark when my finger touch the trigger/
. . Cos if he make me Cart a Gat . . he ll get blown to Floki's villa!

My verses are something thats written excellently/
But every thing you spits elementary/
On a daily I got tons of emails nigggas be sending me/
With hundreds of fans, while you only got Mere Two . . PDP's secretary!

You best be on alert like a guard that's on duty/ cos you might go limbless when I start grabbing an uzi/
I'm the type that spray cash for the ppussy/
Therefore you ll see me disburse the mulla after I use your hands for ritual. . .
So moment I start sharing arms money. . Call me Sabo Dasuki!/

You softer than wet pap and biscuits/
You claiming rap icon but you act a misfit/
The only time I put you on number one is when I'm tryna draft a hitlist/

What's this? SMH!

Pein wins this.

Limerick:
your head will roll

Gimme your bb pin.

Limerick:
My name is limerick, and I want to battle elymaxiimus, ibime, mikuz, gray line, kr0ne and jason

Good, tomorrow 8pm 20 lines!

Oboy wetin dey happen?

007Bruce:
Mikuz where are you?.... No time, i'm going off, soon.

Abeg ibime go help me post my verse.