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DBR: errrr. .hvnt written in a looooooooooong time, so kinda rusty.
But this is how i approach "topical". .
vibe with me. .

this aint bars for club dancers. .nor totz of young lovers/
colon cancer. .hard to stomach. .memory of forlon mothers/
sojourn altered. . water broke while waiting for the mail man/
who got the wrong address. .with complex dispatch from her failed marriage/

now she's docile with hate. .secreted bile of insipid rage/
seat of ancient love poisoned. .like that vital organ went under d blade/
trapped by lies. .desperately needs a saviour to set her free/
been the truth in the booth. .who let all these deceivers in/

grievers in/ complications. .she's tryin for a male child for him. ./
lookin for excuses. .but pain numb her elocution. . smile foreign/
quite gory. .breach conception ..cant push. .hard parturition/
clueless of situation. .half baked knowledge. .cos y'all paid half tuition/

over ur heads wat i dispatched. . re-read d bars. . see wat its tied to /
see i convey d governin totz. . convoluted talks bout the title/
in other words. .16bars on d topical no mentionin of the topic/
few mins in. .so tell me who d phuck culdda topped me/

#picksRace

oNe

Krizzkutz: new topic
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ODE TO DBR

wat do u fink

DBR: Bwahahaha. .
bell the cat let's see how u'l kill the topic.



lol. .Mr King
Ur reign is tainted with so much ills alredi..
Biters epidemic was at all time high. .so-so topical. .
even ur title consolidation bout with script was kinda bleeehhh. .#justSayin
So ur excellency sir, is that the kinda news u wanna hit BBC and CNN with?

i think not.

oNe

DEADLINEZ: lwkm may u live long ur highness lmao

DBR: Hehehe. . .
Seriously Mikuz. .
so this is what u guyz now call "topical" on FFR
Gosh! Feinin' for the good ol' times.

oNe

Ibime: .




I'm the immortal aura/ God of all fawn and flora/
The don Camorra/ sharing my bed chambers with a pórn performer/
I saw Gomorrah/ get torched to a scorching sauna/
to set judicial precedence. . . before Moses brought the Torah/
And when the earth was still flat . . .I fought my corner/
Against Moors and hoarders/ Gauls and sorcerers/
Been betrayed by a false informer/
And took his head. . to settle scores. . . with the laws of kharma/
I witnessed all the gore and horror. . .
You couldn't summon the strength/ to stomach the stench/
of battles where hundreds of men/ slumped in a trench/ is a common event/
Alexandria's library is where my summers were spent/
proving mathematical axioms. . .that the number unity. . is a hundred percent/
Charted Orion's orbital path since time was begun/
And deciphered binary sums/ in primary one!/
Did research for vampires in the time of the hun/
And proved that optimum darkness . . .is when the moon. . is in line with the sun!/
None of ya syllables clever/ You a lyrical leper/ and a pitiful jester/
trying to pit wits against an unpredictable Zephyr/
Battle me?. . .that's like sticking ya fist in a blender/
or taking a piss/ on the six major Hadiths/. . . in the middle of Mecca!!/
By any physical measure/ I render you incapable of lifting a feather/
put you under cyclical pressure/ like centrifuges/
Everything you mention's foolish/
You a Master of Ceremony? . . . that's an oxymoron. . . like existential Buddhists/
My medley performance/ is technically flawless/
I enact bisectomy of corpses/ of enemy forces/ with chemistry forceps/

I'm old of age/ I've been a soldier, slave/ a poet and sage/
but my hands were mostly engaged/ holding a loaded gauge/
I rolled with braves/ and patrolled the waves/
with pirates who stab niggas with their shoulder blades/
My flow degrades/ at the same rate as Beta particles/
Niggas read my chronicles/ but can't stomach the verse . . .with weak abdominals/
My digestive tracts adapt to survive. . on eating fossil fuels/
My beef methodical/ like Sun Tzu/
My chosen art of war is kung fu/
I scourge lands from Danube to the Rhine like Attila the Hun do/
My spit'll turn the sun blue/ by dousing gaseous vapour/
I savage a hater/ till he consider a quick death as a granting of favour/
The manacled stranger/ considered a radical danger/ by a tyrannical slaver/
with the teeth of a Paleo sabre/ that could cut through any metallic encaser/
with the precision of a mechanical laser/
I travelled the radar/ of Saturnian rings/ with Nubian Kings/
Waded through heavy hydrogen and swam in deuterium streams/
Plotted with Assyrian fiends/ to set up pyramid schemes/
and fleece inferior beings/ by capitalising on their myriad dreams/
I'm really esteemed/ from Damascus to Polynesia/
Summoned the Ghost of Magnus Ceaser/
through seances who channel media/ on travels in Trans-Slovenia/
My bars knock niggas out cold like anaesthesia/
So any emcee claiming heir. . . will suffer from Alopecia!/
. .. . like Jonjo Shelvey/
I'm a vitruvian specimen of one so healthy/ even Mongols tell me/
They would have crossed the Caucuses if Genghis. . .was so stealthy/
I've taken several heads/ from every ethnic spec/
Even rode with Eric the red/ against King Ethelred/
I settled debts/ and became a landed lord/
Grappled swords/ to grab what I can't afford/
Crossed dams and Fjords/ against savage hordes/
Sliced windpipes clean with the jerk of a strangler's cord/
I walked with proto tribes/ and reaped souls and lives/ with a golden scythe/
Hunted with pygmies shorter than my shoulder height/
Rode motorbikes/ with Argentine guerillas/
Dined with killers/ and escaped Alcatraz. . .twice. . . on pine flotillas!/
I survived all these timeless thrillers/
then retired to my studies. . . to put it all in rhyme for you spineless niggas!/







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nosa gold: Word. Mikuz I seriously didn't feel that topic. Its punchlines are cliched. Its overused! Besides, you can't tell us to write on just "delivery". It has to be a basic topic like hustling and stuff

Rap maestro: .... Deliver ....
>
i don enter here/
like say i've gat C.S{cesaerian section}/
see me bring barz, like say i'm a 'quacck doc', wey no allow us 'see here'/
u'll only see dem flaunt their b.alls, when impossibility no won make dem 'pee here'/
shout outs 2 we here/
delivering d best sh?t here/
wey make 'audience' wan re-watch, so dey'd buckle and sit well/
buckle up/
ni..s, cos, we'll deliver 'heat', 4 ya 2 cuddle and suckle mom/
u can't steal ma fun here unless, u bring 'plier and screw driver' to burgle po.rn/
see dem bow to 'us{horse}' like say dey neva chop, so its not a 'thingy' 4 dem to 'humble corn'/
Delivery taking place now, so push and scream, cos hav had my gun's Nuzzle done/
... We d sick vet's would be call to brawl, b4 u're culled 4 ya 'rumble's turn'/
call me wack/
or wether na quack/
but 4 'NL NETCEE'S' i'd be mentioned, so make una go chop hungry pack/
or hav ya brain smashed/
cracked and stacked in a sack wit my 'NAME ON IT' as 'MARK' implying dat i'm dangerous, so run like 'ALAMEISEIGHA' wey EFCC come do house-ransack/
bastard../
make una no dey abuse 'dem wackos', cos dey also deliver like homedelivery guys of pizza/
b4 u 'run ya mouth' and spitt on me, hope u don see my hard, big knuckle cos its sure i'll beat ya../
peace y'all
i'm thru and wash ma a.$.$ cos i don deliver ma sh?t na//.

KillaVerse: kkk. .Typing. . .

mikuz: Ibime
Thunderstorm
Glaciers
Nosa

The topic is Delivery. Make it sublime please . . .

mikeyhernadez: @Op do you expect me to cry or laugh after looking at this pic_ though i've got a high sense of humor but this ain't funny__We in a Black Man's continent and so anything is possible for the sake of business.

KillaVerse: Ok mikux,you are right...arms and alms connectx.my bad.

ThunderStorm: Ahhh!!! Alrightt!!!

Ibime: That song is more than 13 years old. Rantings of an immature mind.

Something more recent. . .

http://picosong.com/3xpD/

increda: other sites? Post links. Dey decieve yourself

Ibime: Una no serious. Better sticky the thread if you want votes.

Good battle. I will be back to drop verds when I'm better chanced

KillaVerse: Scriptx mayne,welcome bro...letx rip thix sshitt like we do on other sitex.

Enitsua: ***Don't rilly know what's d rules are and stuff but I'l like to spit sumfin***

Am writing lyrics on this clean slate...Lyrics get u drunk, when I create/crate ...I ain't DHL but I deliver...I ain't a mid wive but as I said I'l deliver // I started wit a pool/pull now am flowing a river...don't push me, I might sound delicious but am wild like bush meat...Nivea, I flow on even when I roll on, even on the ground my feet Flows on, am rap with no love, its forlorn...I guess u smell the defeat, Smell the feet if u like my addidas...sm1 said ders d best wrapper/rapper, I said. Wear/where...he said oops I mean Cardigan.