mukina2:

The fixtures are as following:-

Monday 29th Dec. 2008 deadline: 23:59 hrs GMT

A-40 Vs X Fio
Ibime Vs Knife
Chamotex Vs Sauron
Crude Vs Old Sync


Tuesday 30th Dec. 2008 deadline: 23:59 hrs GMT

DBR vs Naijafan
DJ Jeffy Vs Menike
Gametag Vs Mailmalc
Brash Vs Worldbest




Gentlemen the rules are:-

[b]8 bars 16 lines per opponent

No biting, if you are caught you will be disqualified - No Canibus/Mode9/Africanhiphop chopping!

marks will be awarded for Punchlines, creativity,metaphors and perfect rhymes - please make sense, no '96 Mase/Rasquee flows expecting high ratings pls.

All spits will be quoted by judges to prevent netcees from modifying their lines - double check for typos and intentions before stoning the rock with your egg, we only return ur shells.

No Parents dissing this is for fun please guys - Respect begets respect, even in defeat.

Late submission will attract -30% of total score - Walahi, no favoritism, GMT timing.
No Multiple user personality. ie. i am mukina , i register sukulu to support myself - date of registration, number of reasonable posts will determine the quantity/quality of support

The winners of each battle will battle each other until we have the final two - knockout. There is no shame in defeat and there isn't much justice in the world, no bad belle.

The judges and the rest of the music section/whole forum can also partake in the voting - online voting can easily be rigged, you'll be needing all the support you can get therefore invite all your friends in and out of NL.

If a netcee failed to show up, his opponent will automatically be in round 2 - automatic workover 12 hours after deadline, -30% within 12 hours after deadline.

Let's stick by the rules so we have some organisation. - Where there is no law, there is no offence[/b]

TIME - Due to the different time zones by some of the netcees, we are sticking to the GMT timing and consideration to those with diff times - 24 hours is plenty of time, if you cant do it in 24 hours, you won't do jack in 24 days. Wish you all the best, remember, it's JUST a game!

Special New Years delivery for X-fio sorry it came late Grin Grin

Whoever told you could rhyme was on crack or something
No time for fronting you suck like liposuction
Your heart malfunctions when you hear my rhyme construction.
I drop cranes on your dome floss my teeth with your bones
Heavy hitting when i pitch A-40 in this bitch
Legend like Ruth you forgotten like Barry Bonds or Sammy Sosa
Negro please stick to makossa this is the closer your short-lived career is over
NL's Barack i smell your blood quicker than sharks
Rap Matador your just a raging bull blazing fool
lazy NC blaming tools
Its 187 sending y'all to hip hop heaven or hip hop hell only Lord Jesus could tell
Evolve on the mic guns could revolve if you bite
I pity your plight you ain't got to stomach to fight
Lava to burn watch me rip your lyrics for fun
Wall street flow you rocking with the head honcho the big kahuna i am hotter than beach saunas

Here's my verse against Knife. . . .


I’m very polite, I’ll show dude-some-respect/
I’ll even pull his chair out. . . . with a noose-on-his-neck/
You bore-us-with-weak-text/ Nairaland won’t fall-for-ya B.S/
So voters’ll give you the W. . . . along-with-the T.F.!
This Niger-Delta nigga be taking women hostage/
but if ya chick says she’s tied up. . . believe, she’s into bondage!/
Her cookie jar is open and we all-been-in-it/ even Sauron-hit-it/
She got a V.I.P pass. . . . at the abortion-clinic!!/
Lets determine-facts/ Skill is what this urchin-lacks /
I’d give him a 'taste of his medicine'….but I couldn’t write a verse-that-wack!/
You need proper ventilation/ Your lyrics are suffocating /
Got ya lungs and chest aching. . . .'cus my rhymes are breathtaking!/
So ‘pay’ homage to a vet. . . and bring my cheque/
Before I choke you with a phoneline. . . . and ‘wring’ your neck/
Ask you rhetorical questions, so trying to answer-my-diss/
first requires-this-kid to stop and quietly-think . . . . "Am I a gay or a bitch?"

Sauron will get gassed up like Sprite, withdraw him from the limelight cuzz ma bars are tight
“Two wrongs don’t make a right”, so I got sprung on ice cuzz i'm twice as nice
Never been violent, got so much adrenalin to kick ass, dude my temple’s called Shaolin
Discharging all the violence wouldn’t move me; my bars are steel (still) like the strings on a violin
Call the medics the battleground’s about to get hectic, Sauron’s gon’ need high volumes of Anti-septic
Like the evolution of the matrix, my reloaded antics will supply you with chaotic death metrics
I can taste the sweetness of this victory, your flows lack fitness, and I'm going to leave you defenceless
I’m so relentless, Chamotex will make you testify to his greatness, can I get a witness?
Hit you like a plank, make you shoot blanks cuzz this evidence proves you’re a waste of sperm
I aint got the time for ass bummers, it’s obvious you ride a d.ick better than you can rhyme
I rep the endz where ‘wastemans’ get buoyed & buoyed ‘mans’ end up at waste endz, for reala
So retreat the click and the trigger, Chamotex is slick and bigger, the thrilla in manila, you loser!
I must admit your rhymes are tight cuzz you’s a Virgin but I’m your boss so call me Mr. Branson
My lines are on point like a pencil, lyrics so technical and clinical with exquisite close control but I'm not Messi (messy)
My flows throw you Spears like(Britney), I don’t spare cats with a weak fea-ther-line (Federline)
Like Christmas presents, Sauron just got wrapped up, so who’s next up? Wana burst more pipelines



*drops the mic on the floor and walks off the stage with swag*

I feel terrible doing this to ma homie but damn. . . . .He gotta go, he gotta go!!! Grin Grin Grin Grin Grin Grin
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When Sauron grabs the mic, friendly oceans don't "flow this nice"
Chamotex wouldn't keep his game tight even if he gets in bed with a poltergeist.

Son, you're overhyped. . . . I'll swing a soldier scythe twice your shoulder height
To knock your head rollin like dolomite's poker dice on overdrive!!

I ma get u scissored-trimmed n smashed by my unfadeable rhythm
Chamo AIN'T NO PLAYA, he couldn't get nookie from inflatable women.

Ya concept: I thunk it was a crossword puzzle at first, just a jumbled-up cluster of words
To make things worse, if I gave you boxes u still couldn’t structure your verse

Nigga, everyone knows what’s in store though, this is a War Zone, no?
Giving you a sore throat, amateurs like you are only successful in softcore Indecency

Your italics won’t help what your verse lacks, i am ripping through you with pure facts
This dose should be enough to cover your relapse, your flow is trash, sounds like a slurred track

I am a higher voltage than "cham" can transfer, got you running headless like a hamster
Your "intro" is sad but this is a disaster, when you black-out just remember Hannibal is the answer

I'm leaving this bantam with heavy-weight scars, you would never top my second-rate bars
Have you screaming: "Yes Sir Sarge, respecting the stars, the way i wreck-n-“take charge”.

Intro; Hey It;s still Cavern Castle Tower Rap Control Centre. . . U na mean dowg?! Hahahahahahahahahaha Nairaland stand up, it's some palicide i'ma about to commit in hurr. . . . .let's go. . . . .

Yo,


I'm the lynx that'll invoke jinx on this Old thing n watch him Sink
Cut his links, have him lynched, n grin at him like it's high jinks
"Gimme watcha got?" Son i can't manage ur voluminous gabbage
Skip adage, ur prezzie'll be Scroll of bandage laced on Band-Aid
I'm a Sage, at ma lyrical age, u murkin me is a whole lotza mirage
U's ravaged because i'm so savage, do somthn but don't rattle ma cage
It's a new phase, it'll take Oldman eternity to synchronize with us
Listen up cuzz, runnin the light than pop at jake is ur only recourse
This pansy mistook the mic for some dicks, so he grab it n sucks
How he gon deliver when he's so verile n as weak as he comes(Cums)
Under his very nose i'ma School the pupil out of his eye
He go red faced, like a fancy spec, he's gon wear the black eye
To stop ma overhead torrid spit from balding u, son get a topee
Can i borrow u a vowel, or is ur tongue permanently torpid?
Watch it, ma multis are grubby n gruffly set to forfeit ur lyrical gutsy
Next time he this lame bunny moves is on a gurney out of this tourney


it's Crude ya'll. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

@ Crude

Am placing this flame on you because you forgot you're highly inflamable/
You are STOPABLE, Now I prove that you're just a turntable/
Think about this Crude, stop being rude, because nemesis' just sound good/
I strip you nude, am battling, not ready to make you feel so hood/
Know what you should do, because I affect your NL future, am tha voodoo/
Now, NL can see you, they ready to mock you, sorry boy, that's life dude/
Check the way, I raze your prowess, am grounding you flaw-less/
Sounding little bit lawless, but Crude, just pray you be like me if Jah bless/
I don't caress battle, I Bleep warriors up, especially those in infantry/
I keep you out of face, you aint worth living cool, feel cool in pantry/
Am much more than a dandy, I flaunt my lyrical riches, you brokeass/
Tell me you are kidding, because now you bleeding, even as a carcass/
Am not just the best, but the best that always pass the test/
I pay you in cowries, because your style is outdated, retire and rest/
Am the cultivator, important like harvesters and tractors, you's a pest/
Take this pollution-causing netcee away, NL, Sync wont pity who comes next/

Let us continue,

DBR aLINExandra the great in the matrix, let me drop some warmups on 9jaFan, I'm so hot even a made in Nigeria fan can't cool me off, let's go:



listen up, naijaFAN, get up and fan ma flame/
watch me blow up in ur face shut up and enjoy ma fame/

u a matador but i kill bull killers like a gladiator/
because I'm too hot like an overheating twin radiator/

your game is dead so your flag should fly at half mast/
Nlanders mournin you with no gun salute just a kindergarten match past/
i show no mercy call me lyrical hitler slash fast/ wit sharp lines u wont know what hit ya

so when it come to crazy wordplay DBR pops in your memory/
u ma Nigeria Fan step to me boy i shun u like ma name is Connery/
flow perfection in word, I'm too futuristic to rap history/

don't suck up to me boy stick to your hookers clitoris/
got skill so cryptic and advanced u can't decipher it/

I spit Fire then you bitchin' wonderin' why the Hell r u bleeding'/
shoulda known ur PERIOD, get ur PAD and jot ur feelin'/

am most cherished like my name's public holiday
u wil Lose like ATIKU better get out of my way

Just got a call sayin I got war tagged wit my biggest fan
Leave dudes insane wit vodka, nigga come kiss my pam
Fire the ruger let your brain's spray the wall's, blood dropin' on ya,
Jeffy more vicious than a ciger" take note's Menike's about to school ya
Lyrically my bars of metaphors are bigger than a noah's ark
I slice n' dish Jeffy out as a specialty for dinner call it a panic attack
Look man, I'll re'arange ya face like you got knocked by thousands of G Forces
Ain't nothin unique bout this gay , his only as original as his Gay force is
Grab an elevator, your shitt lines needs to be lifted up
With that cheap ass flow, you're just another stupid thrifted mess
My lines spits more fire balls than a satan's sex life
Ya lines wack, similar to a terror squad wit out a big pun in its life
An uppercut will send 'White over ya head' like the Ku Klux Klan
Your a joke, menike will end you in a round so search for anotha plan
This is a morgue filling flow, don't violate my rhymes killing scrolls
Or Ill restrict your lyrical privileges like your voice box went on un willing parole

I wasn't named GAMERTAG for fun, i bring da GAME to you gays, Mailmalc, do have a dose of my medicine:

first off, mess this dude, because ma flows' gon' leave him breathless
i flow wit the best, lines worth gold's weight, who want to contest?

facing me is more suicidal than gettin' grenades strapped to your chest
when am mashing in your block, don't hesistate to grab a bullet-proof vest

son, didn't your momma teach u not to f*ck with ready-made cats
u gotta brace yourself, because' u 'bout getting ditched into the grave yard

nigga dropping wack lines, shit, he just called himself a rap die - hard
see, he needs a facelift, real quick, because ma' punches got his face scarred

nigga can't sound rhymes, so he begged Crude to lend him some vowels
plus his flows are too shitty, just like that shit in his f*cking bowel

shoulda come with parameds, heart blown, dude needs a resuscitator
dude keeps living below par, like he got fathered by Mr. DENOMINATOR

it's my profession, i'll get you depleted like the ozone layer
u can't cope with the trauma i bring, now ur'e f*cking ur own mother

I just killed this faker, what the f*ck, another funeral service
plus, the sound of murder is making stupid mukina nervous!

I ain't a bad doctor, plus you should visit next time!!!!!!

@gamer-tag

Y'all gon' think i've got a bursted pipe cause i flow wit ease/
roll the scripts, it reads "Gamertag's Ghost deceased when malc spat some holy shit"/
the crowd stand is jam packed/ even Gamer-tag is a mailmalc's fan/
guess you'll have to send apology letters, u silly lame ass stan/
a-round here, i'm like the whole circle nd you be less than a little arc/
still wouldn't have the 'hunch' to rap even if you sit on a cripple's back/
lyrically ur best chance of defeating me will still be by losing this/
ur entire verse is anemic nd still my acidic spit is diluting it/
certainly ur mental ability lies far-flung below your two knees/
that is why u can't decipher ish like it was written in por-tu-gese/
quit messin wit me like ur ass been sufferin from excessive fart/
check the neccessary stats, mailmalc's ill wit an endless this-charge/
you only drop nursery rhymes primarily to suit your childish style/
bet u gon like~this~line,"ma lyrics intoxicates more than creams and irish wines"/
upgrade ur game nd stop blaming mukina2 for pairin u against this lyrical guru/
i squeeze 'clips' to subdue u/ so nairalanders could get a free download from 'youtube'/

Ok brash lets do this

The only reason you flow better and juicy,'cus you got slacked pussy
Am a vet mc you's a gay,hands up, on ya heels, 'cus i just cocked 'em uzi
Bitch,You own noob ranks,doesnt make you dope,u better behind closed-doors
Psycho switch mic 2 to Love Machine,veteran cock rocker eat those-balls
Hommie am hardcore not sexually,swallow ya destiny, damn, felt nothin'
Listen up,technically i spit fermented venoms,feed ya some, health-keep-droppin'
Am a slayer,you aint got no damn flavor ya wackness is self-defined
Put the heat on ya dome,brash diagonosed, he's now deaf 'n blind
Note:My multies leave ya feelin' more hands like Lagos moobs in action
Ya chick got empty pocket but she rich in c'um bought her boobs on auction
gay,i rain fireballs on ya game,leave you treating more rash(brash)
You'r ill? the only sickness i see you got originated from iya sikira's nyash
Worldbest repin' dopeness,ma ish? son i don't recommend
Why? punches cache in memory plus 'em lyrical VAT(Virus,Adware,Trojan) included
Leave this cat with no head,spank him now am yellin' pinyata
He couldn't construct a vowel even if he aged reading encarta

I can see-that-ya-tense/ So just let me win, and ease-your-suspense/
This is ya last chance to scream-for-the-feds. . . before this beating-commence!/

I don't leave the kind-of-damage you bind-with-bandage/
So if you diss, act like 'telepathy' . . and 'mind your language'!/

Don't be the next-guy to test-I / Ya ex-tied . . .
your dick to the 'steering’ of a BMW X5 . . . still, you had no 'sexdrive'!!/

My infectious-wit/ shit on your pathetic generic-scripts/
your rap career’s stalled . . . but my 'potential' turns 'kinetic' quick!/

Your lax verbal etiquette. . . sets a bad precedent. . . for a minority element/
. . of Nairaland residents . . who aren't eloquent . . and whose intelligence . . is at best . . negligent!/

Au contraire, I’m debonair. . / with the rarest-lection/ and a flair for lyrics that’s near-perfection/
But I’ma stop there. . . . before you get an ear-infection!!!/

Just beware-who-you-testing/ and leave-me-alone/
'cus you ‘playing yourself’. . . if you think you’re in a ‘league-of-your-own’/

I admit I’m not a player . . and yes, my girl looks quite-bland/
And you have a lot of one night-stands. . . . with ya right-hand!/

@A-40
Ain't this the same dude i "chewed'' for "bittin" a line on forum games/
alright son, no more games/ time u get it straight like no more gays/
what a mismatch/ u'r not even 'suit'-able to pull a "tie" from this man/
Bleep discounts/ u'll still remain a broke homo even if ur ass is on free-lance/
on mics i'm vicious/ i spit verses like scriptures/
A-40 loses/ mailmalc be "taking" more wins than crude taking pictures/
lonely-dude/ keep wanking hard since ur d!ck is ur only tool/
show me a grin and i won't hesitate to leave you wit a broken tooth/
u don't flex muscles/ u static like a national monument/
A-40 is just an empty threat like a sniper wit no-bullet/
i assemble sick rhymes to abruptly erupt you and your whole caucus/
u still won't spit sick even if u have an inflamation of the oesophagus/
perhaps u wer hopin to absorb ma illness like some Peter Petrelli's sh !t/
but i make my points clear (Claire)/ regeneratin 'head' shots on ur achilles 'heel'/
malc burst lava infected flows to put this man on fire like Denzel/
on this joint i stay Cool like L L/ A-40 says farewell to N L/

@mailwank
I go to war against you babylon's like rastafari's or selassie
On the paper trail like T.I,I'm bout my B.I on my own island like V.I
Go against me? nigga you'd be getting an I.V in ICU/I see u
Suited in a see-through casket leaking like baskets
Pastor holding funeral masses
Cemetary rap my closet full of ravens and bats that feed on your corpses
Battle me with extra pre-caution,this is extortion i stick you up for all of your portion
I'm IRS robbing y'all in broad daylight your not that bright
Malc's got cerebral palsy acting all antsy your gay ass is sweeter than pansies
Talking about wanking? Malc sounds strangely similar, insanely killing ya,got you niggaz Daz-ed like Dillinger
I spit that yardcore shit like a bornjamerican,but truly african i kick it like a seasoned veteran
Clean as a whistle my rhymes more lethal than bizzle's
Ma flow too sinister i stack cash like a corrupt minister
Killing with the double entendres, nigga check my rap ensemble
Too bad Mail-wanc's style is totally sampled i ll blow out your candles c.o.s homie this is so not your birthday
Its more like your death-day i'd have your organs for sale on e-bay

Let me set the record straight, flows i spit penetrate, bleeding Menike like vagina when about to menstruate
I breath fire out my tongue, burnt from rum like a volcano’s lungs, i got u stuck on deadweight . . .
from earthquake shakes, don't make any mistakes, it could decide ur fate and increase ur death rate

Take to your 'heels' or my rhyming skill fulfils the wrath of 'Achilles' like I was an Emperor. . .
The lyrical Matador, ur immortality is susceptible to arrows, Chamo’s the hero of this Trojan war

Lyrically insane, my membrane’s full of proteins that my brain shouldn’t contain
Hit u like a train while I retain ma Nairaland fame and sustain u with endless pain

I-know-u-as-a-nigger, somn’ like a ‘weed’ rapper so I'm going to ‘terminate’ u like Arnold-Schwarzenneger
I go harder than 'Hugh Hefner', Menike couldn’t perform even he was overdosed on 'Viagra'

I'm hardcore and I'm going to punch ur lines with ma sublime metal-paws (metaphors) . . .
enough to give u a high mental score plus a broken-jaw, so therefore . . .
U just got outscored on points even before I restore u with an intertwined heart-sore

Your flows are so cheap. Oh! Lest-I-forget, you can find them at the bend-down-select
Looking for ways to resurrect? It’s over; ur career has just been wrecked by MC Chamotex

Dude, my verse will 'molest' you like 'M.J', 'slit' your neck like 'O.J' and put u into comma . . .
So whoever Chamotex have 'destroyed' . . . Let no man put 'together

This battle is acts of pawns so I'm swinging like bats of Bonds
I sonnin' Chamotex like a bad father the was I'm leaving tracks of spawns
Lyrically a degraded fighter, 'Lost most of his Matches
Everyone can dickride this gay , he's washed up som1 get him a matches
Enough bluff…so Sony should have a re-call’, because this is the ‘2nd P.S3 I’ve bleeped up
Cusz even in my weakest point, Menike kills Chamotex like he was a cigar puff
This imposter exposed now cusz when I'm done I'll b leavin' sperm up ya face
Nigga u's a bitch the way I uplift verses n' metaphor throwin' it at ya face
This fucker aint ready, i'll put you through hell, before you get slumber in heaven
I'ma keep throwin punches 'one after another' like he had a phobia of the number eleven
This jokes lame, acceptin my callouts provin to the site you have no brains
Dudes alias matches his talent, ask who he beat and hear niggas yell 'No Name'
My verse is enough to put Chamotex knees in this bleeding prick
I always thought u's a fool the way u always on niggas di**ck
Menike leave your spleen slashed, if the NL asks, ya role in NL means 'ass'
Dude was 'looked over' by GENESIS, Cause he's not a real part of the 'Dream cast'

My Hit-Back @ Sauron

Yo! This git is an error let me quickly tipex him out of the picture
He been dancing to his dol-drum since Mukina pop up this fixture

I did'nt come(come) quickly because i aint sterile, now here's ur ill-fate
Rubbish?! u produce 'em in multiple like u's garbage template

I aint gotta call u a Fuccker cuss u's the one who always get fuccked
Son, ur lame flow, lyrics n lines wont get u nowhere but "STOP"

16 globules they said, n i'ma dowse Sauron's lyrical conflagration
No doubt, he's a step away from phoney, he's a friggin animation

Fa' sho u's reffered to as a rider, cus u amazingly ride on dicks
Feather weight, i'ma lift u with a flick, mahn i don't need no derrick

High time u had shut eyes dowg i'm putting u off like i got the switches
Man don't make me add Crow to ma bars, they stick to me like leeches

He's all taut up in his wife's leggins, that's the only time he's tight
I'ma help by stickin me leg in his lame ass, son don't nurture no fright

In this game u're too wet behind the ears son throw in the towel
I heard him screamin silently "There aint no light for u at the end of this tunnel"

Phew!

He's getting pale and he's in a mess, he's frail-n-in-distress.
You aint riding, I'm exposing ur folly like your e-mail-address.

My boots kick Crude, my frees continue to bruise, changing views like bad attitudes
Lifting this dumb dude through the roof, to the point where he needs a parachute

You acting bold, but ur bars are freezing-cold, I'm hotter-than-flames-from-hell
Chill y'all mouth dude, the only thing CRUDE-about-you, is how your name-is-spelled

Blastin at this CRUDE gay & timing the match like a score-board
Closest you will EVER get to a 'star" is clicking 'shift 8' on your key-boards!!

Punk i'm hot, you are watery with flow, stop biting my quotes,
His life is a joke, crashing his bike on the poles, the only time he's tight with a post!!

Crude oil?. . . . .i'll pour u in a TANK!. . . .this "autistic" nigga like to "DRAW BLANKS"
Ain't no "REDEMPTION" for this gay when he get his "ass rimmed" like Andy in "SHAW-SHANK"

Like "Peter North" u best come "EXTRA HARD". . . . .take ma advice when u get BORED.
Becuz the last time a dude was "above my level", the devil was an angel seated next to GOD

Nigga Crude, you will do a good job as an excellent global sod
But as an elite netcee or emcee, you’re just a total fraud.

@
OLDSYNC

Yea it's DBR who else make ur style look faded like blue jeans washed in parazone/
bringin so much heat hotter than depleted layer of the ozone/
u Bozo, u only kick butt when u step on dead cigar/
Beware my moves are deadlier than that of stevensegal/
aikido ishh! using ur own moves against you/ aLINExander the great none flow sicker than i do
raise a defence and watch me pierce it like a niddle/
listen oldsync/ your flow stink/ i flow stone cold like steve austin/
flow skint/ stop boastin/, ma rhyme frosting/ u can't bite this because I'm usin ghostink/
I'm so ill u becomin mysophobic/, ma flow so heroic/ don't get feisty to face me boy u gon end up needing a nose lift/
u screamin ohh shiitt!!!!, ur only lines are due to old skin/ma eye poppin skill make urs sound like mary poppins'/
little' pumkin/, i make you silent as a lamb like ma name's anthony hopkins/
Oldsync/ u out of sync/ soundin' like an old sinth/ ur flow corroded it came from rusty old sink/
i got a sick flow/ ur retarded shit's old/ put ur D in ur butthole/ and Bleep ur shitty flow/
I stay on top of competition i'm positioned like a missionary/ eye me I'm a visionary/ ma flows are truly extraordinary/
i got multiple move u aint got any/ little wonder u be bitin' ma ishh like confectionary/
freestylin,Mine is like a snake charmer without flute i drop ma verses kind of supernaturally/

oNe

OldSYNC:

Am sorry for not responding, if I'm still permitted, i I'll love to drop this./

@ DBR

Though I don't smoke isht, I will burn this unwanted dog like weed/
Think DBR, I aint a C-A-R, Never take me for a ride, Change ur deed/
Am too traditional, Hip hop is mine, you can term it "MY VERNACULAR"/
But you aint something, lack posession 'because nothing about you is spectacular/
NL wanted the greatest, man, why are you aiming at being the lamest/
You is an elephant, but the motionless synthethic recently made -the latest/
My style aint about winning, It represent the attitude, the spirit and letters/
don't depend so much on the loss, even condoms break, you too be latex/
Am the battle, don't battle because you will only rattle, shake no more, dead man/
Am the full circle, you's a arc in the game, try calcu*** am the real bad man/
Dead Bad Rat, a.k.a DBR knows nothing about the biz, SYNC is the OLD CAT/
don't need the right data, because that'll discourage you, take a rest dummie, grow fat/
Am the lastman, the past men were slack men, I took over, watch your side man/
because You will soon feel the pains, better quit! Relax and watch from the sideline/
I commit the worst crime, I got many pissed off, because my tempo aint used for washing/
That's why am the decoy, I made you spit your best, so I bring the test, you still blushing/


NL only if that would still serve, I was off for ACADEMICS Purpose!

From the dark PITS of Mordor:
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Mailmalc's EULOGY
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Complex text, yes, but your flowz are used o'utta context
Non-sensible nonsense, from the shallow depths of your conscience/

Sauron's synonymous with bottomless raps and the apocalypse
Mailmalc's destined to die, like black guys and foreign kids in horror flicks/

Have u really got skillz, son? Then drop ya text & show proof
Malc' vs Me?? It means he'll border greatness more than Mexico do

I got the talent and skill to challenge the ill, becuz i battle to kill
But you're of an average meal, I dont think this 'diet' is 'balanced' for real/

Malc, you not ready for me fist . . .Too young, you can't fade this genius
You'll git sonned quick, U are a small twit, more like a baby's penis/

I'ma leave this kid eatin the dust-in-ma-trail, TRUST-I-WONT-FAIL
Becuz i'ma be an "illness" under Malc's skin like a fucking RUSTY-NAIL/

Mouth is working but his lungs aren’t, Sauron's a nightmare in this punks heart
Rearrange this 'mail' till it becomes 'draft' n Bring 'malc' back to life with a jump start/

I am done talking with nerds, with invisible punches this round is the same as the first
Sauron should just be saving his words, although i will say "Thanx" for uppin ma verse/

keys stuck on ignitions ready to drive Sauron off runways wit his baby fictions/
u stil wouldnt fcukin deliver even if u've got pregnacy symptoms/
son, get a bucket to hold tears/ or kick it nd get a free coffin for yo bed/
i made a 'public offer' in bold terms, defeat in 'stock' nd i'm givin u the whole 'shares'/
if u think u's somethin fly/ wait till i clap tools to kill the fcukin fly/
this porcupine feels his little quills could save him from destructive mines/
u still 'miss' like a 'young girl' even if u take shots~from-a-close-range/
pull out ur whole game/ this lyrical future is not~for-ya-stone-age/
Bleep six feet!, nigga i dug u a well n braced it wit 'faeces'/ put u in 'deep sh!t'/
mailmalc squeeze clips, only thing u squeeze is ur ass on ur sista's g-strings/
for real, i've never been a fake G/ please tell us how being a fake feels/
i cut check on mic like Regis/ chop u to soft shreds like flours in bakeries/
these math'matical solved barz outstrip nd outwit ur gramatical blunders/
similar to wordsmith, here is another meticulous version of Hannibal's murder/
don't get it twisted like braids, u'r the next 'big brother' gettin evicted, i stays . . /
to give caution like signs on high-ways/it's either destruction or d!%k give me my space/

**** dusts off the rusty mic*****time to offload these bars of death from my USB before my boss catch me****but first, I gotta tweak a couple of lines for Chamotex*****Chamo, you ready?




I had lyrics, but the judges took the BEST AWAY/ thinking I wont REPLICATE. .
. . but my rhymes keep the light shining. . . . yours just de-‘GENERATE’!/

I’m inspired by the SLIGHTEST ASSUMPTION/ that retirement blinded my MIND TO ITS FUNCTIONS/
Just throw the MIC IN MY CIRCUMFERENCE. . . and I’ll ignite you like HYDROGEN BUNSENS!!/

I smack-this-bitch-in-written-text/ snap-his-limbs-and rip-his-neck/
Match-my-gift?. . . . you couldn’t ‘catch-my-drift’–with-fishing-nets!!/

Sauron FOLDED YOU OVER/ but you gave the judges more 'kickbacks' than 'LOADED HOLSTERS'/
I hope u bribed again . . . 'cus you couldn’t 'win free'. . . if you hosted SHOWS WITH 'OPRAH'!/

You couldn’t C I . . . with 101 ROMAN SOLDIERS/ I spit like POTENT COBRAS/
I could carry your weight. . . and your mate. . . on BROKEN SHOULDERS!/

I punch holes in you. . . like lecture NOTES IN FOLDERS/ he might flow like LOCOMOTIVES. . .
. . but my jetstream’ll leave ‘sun standing’. . . like a SOLAR SOLSTICE!/ (son standing)

HOLY MOSES!/ I’m the shit!. . . . so HOLD YA NOSES!/
When you spit, we hold our noses. . . . but only 'cus ya flow decomposes!!. . . .

And exposes ya halitosis/ and rancid dragon-breath/
Mouth odour make you Close-Up. . . but I smile freely. . . 'cus I’m Aqua-Fresh!!!/

This is Armageddon and someone’s ‘bout to get done,
Ibime don’t take this ish personal, it just had to get done.
DJ drop the beat, it’s time for his Crucifixion
This is another example of Lyrical assassination

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Let me put an end to ur misery, u choked trying to 'diss-me', im just another unsolved mystery
U got caught for rhyme lifting; he’s been busy pressing ‘Ctrl +C’ followed by ‘Ctrl +V’ on his ‘PC’

This dude is so ‘Lonely’ like ‘Akon’ cuzz he gets no action, so he got his arse-torn . . .
. . by a Love Machine that was strapped-on, now watch me ‘plug this hole’ (hoe) with ma lyrical ‘tampon’
Got ditched by his male companion, so now he munches pop-corn whilst watching gay-porn

Your flow is so weak like it’s out of shape; mine got u yelling “rape!” this nigger couldn’t escape
U’re a battlin disgrace, I hit d ‘backspace’ and leave u 'erased', a lyrical murder victim caught on tape

My flow encapsulates u majestically, infesting the memories I heavenly endeavour in, cleverly
U gon’ need psychotherapy cuzz after im done exerting all this energy with rhyme-ringing-melody. . .
. . . you will be left with nothing but a sensation and a spine-tingling-memory

Call it ‘hammer time’, u can’t touch this, even if u had a baseball bat, u couldn’t even make a hit
Imma fracture ur rhythm, bust ur ear drums, making u dance ‘MAKOSSA’ to a ‘SLOW JAM’ beat

I spit slick quick sick script that'll leave u ripped; this dimwit spits shit that’ll get him kicked into a ditch
Ibime the pregnant orangutan, ur bars warrant few consonants so imma throw some D’s on this bitch

Like JAY, im bringing the ‘GIFT and the CURSE’, don’t wana call u GAY but u rap like a ‘BITCH with a PURSE’
P.S - Y’all got me battling an immature amateur, im giving this ‘chick’ her first symptom of MENOPAUSE