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i just dey enter here come laugh at comments

Ignatiusprince:
We are still in good terms, had sex on valentines day... but she has changed in most of her action... Sex is not the problem, but I want her 2 love me back now like b4

boss abeg, forget am

klarrychenko94:
Wow!!! Nice abs up there.
Why don't you signup into wwe, we nigerians will support you. We will love to see a Nigerian in wwe.

choi, WWE never treats blacks right, he'll be made a constant loser

Illmayor:
pop c/o 4 obesemf soonest tourney finish
supermiy hw abt our rematch?

ayd, as soon as im done with Supermiy , we go brawl

Pundad:
lol...yea i did.. its allowed in storytelling
goodluck in ya battle though...i'm rooting for you..and don't underestimate those two dudes...something about some of their lines tells me they script to suit the opponent. They will come harder at you

yes boss

Darkrebel666 , kr0ne , i want in on the cypher, i go make ready right after the newbie tourney final :-)

Pundad:
leggo..flow with a storyline

Mary's messed up,DITCHED IN LOVE/
Her poor heart,once RICH IN LOVE/
What u sow,u shall surely REAP ENOUGH/
But Andrew cant sew d heart HE SOLELY RIPPED/
He never fell in luv with her,HE ONLY TRIPPED/
B4 him,she knew only D HOLY SCRIPT/
After him,just mary,with D HOLY STRIPPED/
She's in big shit & SHE'S WHOLLY DIPPED/
He's a playboy,still KICKING IT/
In her womb's a boy,still KICKING IT/
Andrew 4got how in her he was STICKING IT,without SPEAKING IT/
He ran off with another woman,damn so SICKENING/
She looks at gun & bullets,THEY ALL BECKONING/
She's ready 2 skip 2 d DAY OF RECKONING/
Bt God adjorns d motion,the doors SECONDING/
Cos its open;her church DEACON'S's IN/




Deacon's all white lyk he's seen a ghost/
If d gun goes,alright he'll see a ghost/
'Mary dats a blunder,Pls put the gun down'/
"You knw whats up?Gun ain't GOING DOWN/
Am dying 2day that's how its GOING DOWN/
I won't make heaven,I know am GOING DOWN/
But its all right,pls get GOING NOW"/
'Y do u think am here at this ODD HOUR?/
God sent me 2 stop ya BLOOD SHOWER/
No soil 4 u yet,His beLOVED FLOWER/
The boy in u'll make sweet all dat TURNED SOUR/
God wouldn't HAND U what u can't HANDLE/
Don't kick d bucket;take it by d HANDLE/
It was STILL LUST,bt I know u LOVED ANDREW/
When you FEEL LOST,let God's LOVE FIND YOU'/
She KNEELS THUS, gun's down, MIND YOU!/




Those who lost in d past,should be SEEKING D FUTURE/
By God,even d dumb could SPEAK IN D FUTURE/
Joy on d lowest level could PEAK IN D FUTURE/
Now Lets PEEK IN D FUTURE,mary HAD FOUR KIDS/
And a loving husband,who made MAD PROFITS/Andrew HAD MORE KIDS but his life was in some HARD CORE THINGS/
1 of his sons,a HARD CULTIST/
His daughters?On some BAD CALL SHIIT/
A bad wife,a bad life;all he HAD, ALL SHIIT!/
He feels lyk he's ON A CURSE,& the END IS NEAR/
His son by mary ON A COURSE 2 be an ENGINEER/
Karma got rules, of COURSE,it ain't BENDING HERE/
He recalls Jesus ON D CROSS,so his knees BENDING HERE/
'I need some MENDING HERE, have mercy;pls end this DUDE'S MOURNING/
His eyes opened,mary says GOOD MORNING/
It was all a dream bt a really CRUDE WARNING/
He hugs her tight ''my love GOOD MORNING"/

nice, buy rhymed the same words too many times

Supermiy:
see as you over bag me [img][/img] ...i demand a rematch oh?? ..holla when you go bag me again

as soon as i win the tournament finish

choi, we reach page 666

3 people left, so how we dey do am

mikuz:
Erm . . Owk ok .

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I punch like Sam Peters/ to smash livers/ and clamp divas/
Beat 'em till they reduce to nothin' . . cos I got 'Zero tolerance' for wack niggas!/

I draft tight nouns/ to dispatch sly clowns/ . . so you best relocate to space,
. . cos Ill beat and use you for cable connection . . If catch you in a 'satellite town'!/

I'm known to slam a rival/ when I palm a rifle/
Kill you in a court . . If you claim there's no harm in trial!/

Fu^ck it I'm damn smart/ you ll soon get bodied with 10 slaps/
. . Its not a 'yardstick' . . but since I always keep ma 'gun on a lawn seat' . . call it a 'benchmac'!/

I beat wack fakes/ with real large spades/ but it won't be 'sceneries' . . . .
. . moment I strangle you with a 'sleeveless coat' . . when Mik 'lands capes'!/

I raise aggressiveness up a notch/ When I cross a dawg/ and beat him till hes forced to budge/
I bring liveliness to battles . . even Lagos politicians know that I've never 'Bored a Judge'!/

I half you suckers/ holding a manual cutter/ cos anyone who tests me has to suffer . .
. . stab your pupil with a serpent's tail . . till you develop 'Snake Eyes' like Storm Shadow's brother!/

I leave you him laid with plasters/ then break ya face with hammers/
But this brawl ll see me split this co^ck in two . . and leave him with bifurcated pe^nises like male koalas!/

Niggas put ma tracks on repeat/ when I voice to smoke wacks with the heat/
Y'll brag all day in texts . . but when it comes to audios . . you fools can't rap to a beat!/

I'm sicker than measles/ I beat gees till they triple/
. . Have your face smashed with a violin . . If you think I aint 'fit as a fiddle'!/

Any nigga who doesn't see me as lethal/ ll lose the wrist in his hands/
. . then let my bazooka blow him off with his undies on . . so he can 'fly by the seat of his pants'!/

I can't tell why you netcees are bitter/ cos my audios give lessons to misters/
. . but these wacks don't know how its done on the mic . .
cos they still won't have audio recordings if they were Ekiti election riggers!/

too much evul packed in one place, choi

mikuz , we finish

Police is your friend

check it,
get high, we live and let die,
left right, i show flows the vets like,
yes, right, we all have regrets, just see your fathers red eye,
as he looks at your picture, mourning the 'accident' from his high 'sexx drive'
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i got goons to proove when i make the fool improve,
i throw shoes to you, walk. barefoot if i lose to you,
he a murderer? abeg, let's call a fool a fool,
he a real killer, he entered NL and killed the mood
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bite the dust, carve his face into the crust,
you'd be the last she'd lust, after i cut you fast,
if the hero act tough, i will quickly kill the cast,
and bring 'kryptonite', he'd meet his 'Doomsday', to make sure, Superman is a thing of the past
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dancing shoki and azonto, i smite the head with rocks,
drive on the express way, bring orphans to swell his head with knocks,
park the pickup at NEPA, let him get a lifetime shock,
but he still think he's my 'match', oh stop,
now I'm forced to 'Burn a boy'
and leave his crew to 'check and balance' the corpse
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observe how i 'cook' him, the pans are getting bigger,
i heard he's picking 'steam', these flows will make him simmer,
he boasted, now he's 'roasted',there aint no one sicker,
hitting him with quick 'freez', there'll be no one stiffer,
NL, pls observe this 'preservation', notice how it 'boiled' down to me 'frying' this nigga

Supermiy:
guy i wan post now...post yours when you see this..no time jawe

i dey here, I'm online, so you post, 1 minute, i follow

Supermiy:
bros no vex..make we post tonight 9..i never script self

abeg, notify me as u make ready, but mikuz say deadline be 8

supermiy look sharp

Supermiy , you make ready?

sosiqdude:
Wack

LOL, it's obvious i wasn't trying

Supermiy:
Ya useless home and in school/ya pa is complaining about you wasting his data/your fam no mind dashing you away,baga/i gave ya ma #200 okirika shoe and she gave me you....trade by barter!

He chick came to plead for him so i left her a deal/
I wish her face na dream but she's ugly in real/
Anyways i spread her legs,my P goes in and i started "humping/"
The guy wan try interrupt me from banging he's "troll"... but my voice mail stop am con tell am say... am in the "middle of something"!

I'm a pastor with the holy scripts i write/
Could pray for you and you'd get God's reply by night/
Even by raising my hands up niggas receives their blessing/
But if he raises up his hands... its to answer a question!

The nitwit thought of battling me, dumb creature/better make plans for ya death/or run back to your past/cause brawling me ensures you'd have no future!
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choi, i dey fear now

supermiy , you know say, the 10 lines is. actually only 5 of. what we did in our previous battles, right?

mikuz , next fixtures?

reason i was skeptical on posting verses here, if i hear my bars anywhere, i no know what i go do sef

dj5naira:
BUSTED!!!!!!!!!!

bros, u dey turn Nairaland police oh, choi

so next. fixtures?

mikuz:
Its already decided. Obesemf wins and qualifies for the second round.

I'm not happy about the stretching in this battle. Why did the both of you drop way above 10 lines?

maybe we misunderstood you, by 10 lines what did you mean?

Supermiy:
me i dy treat pets...i qualify??

choi, you don carry your noise come here too

Darkrebel666:
Thought I should post this here

KOP tourney
Title: Coming back home

It may seem enigmatic..... But I feel moistened and
rimmed/ rotten and bleeped/ while I'm voicing this hymn/ but still toss me that Ink/ to Pen this Scorpio
verse....to leave Poisonous stings/
I'll put my heart on a tape....and my engine's the stage/ for telling this tale/ so get this 'acidic' played...
on the 'MTV 'BASE'/
Back in 2008, when I ain't emptied the rage/ was still frenzied and crazed/ packed some clothes in a
box...and was getting away/ Sister blocking the gate.... Mama begged me to stay/ Liquid dripping her eyes......as she stared in my face/ but fore' she
hugged me and wailed....and blessed me or prayed/
my youthful exuberance....had led me astray/
Hit the road with my goons....and we spoke our lingua franca/ as we drove through the summer/ and rode in the madza/ chewing ecstasy pills...as we smoked marijuana/
Doing 90 on the freeway...we delightedly insane/ with
no anxiety or pain/ and we weren't frightened or afraid/ to sniff the white powder..now we high on
cocaine/ that sshit spiked up our strength/ and soon we kerb-crawling...once we sighted a dame/
Sharon was her name....I touched her bom bom first/ tore her dumb Sun dress/ rubbed her awesome bbreasts/
and had my boredom swept/ with her broom-like ccunt....it's like bon bon, yes/ but my hands still
stretched.... to where the Condom's kept/
She was a dutiful lover/ sucked my juicy banana/ I even had Shtup with the Scrubber.....after removing the rubber/
Toured Red light areas...ffucked every ho with my thing/ and got blows every min/ It was the 'Sweetest Taboo'...with no Sarcarrine/ That's like Sade
Adu ....was a beast and young lad/ ...testerone high...never sleep or slumber/ and never even
stopped...to think or ponder/ If Perversity was lumps...they surely were on me....like a Sea
Cucumber/ (and then it hit me)
The waywardness must end...The corruption as a
whole/ self mortification was my goal/ Purification of my bones/ and emunction of my soul/
Ate that Pepperoni Pizza.... as I stepped into the kitchen/
soaked in sweat..though the temp was freezing/
then I paused to listen...took a sec to reason....then I was
reminiscing/ smiling and thinking....of them seasons we were feasting/
But it ain't about my crew...or the boys or my clique/
it ain't about Sharon...or how my ccock slammed her clit/ or how we ffucked happily/ but its about my
home...my beloved Family/
I miss Anna and Jake/ miss my Uncle's jokes..Susanna and Faith/ I miss Demi and Kelly...Charlie and Kate/ I miss my Gardener
too...the Butler and maid/ I missed mama's complaints/ with
Papa's Slaps...and Grandma's Pan Cakes/
I miss the bustling and bubbling/ the buzzing and taunting/ I missed spending holidays....with my troublesome cousins/
I recall Demisha...when she 6 or like 10/
She had a really big head/ and used to pee on the bed/ then She'd wake up very early...and hurried
really slow/ to change her pyjamas....so Nobody would know/ we played games on sands...was
never bored I swear/ Boju Boju...in the mud and dirt/and If we didn't 'Bathe'...it wasn't a cause to fear/...cos
our Parents 'Showered' us....with Love and Care/
I feel like a subberdegullion...a wet dyke and a bbitch / I feel horribly shamed....with these lines that
I speak/ and this life that I picked/ But I'm no Dentiloquent.....ain't gon' lie through my teeth/
I just need to belch...and take a deep breath/ Polish my faded sneaks.....then take a bold step/
Bolt to the park...board a cab....While holding mum's
pictures/ Look at it...shed a tear...sob then i kiss it/
I'm like "P.diddy" now....and "I'm Coming Home" Bbitches ! /

it was heart felt, then u chose to add bbitches

mikuz we post oh

Warm up before bigger things


Opens the body bag
*phone rings*
hello oga, i dey prepare the body bags
for the blood, i took some foreign mugs,
too long to kill 5 minutes im sorry man
yo, yo, don't buy any. bowls for ballls, it's
something this body lacks .
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then i hanged up, we go. talk later,
throw his hands up, he tryna block greater,
forget this 'victory', do i sound like a proud
hater?,
no, the truth is, if this fool 'sang win' its just
display of his loud nature .
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vets pls observe, how rough this can get,
whether legs or head, i hit it with a racket,
speak to some students, and they'll surely
suggest,
that, if deep taught, they'll just ignore the
subject
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he takes the 'penalty' anytime he speaks,
squeeze your niggga into a 'corner' beat him till
he bleeds,
take your girl 'off side', ram her till she pleads,
then our crews beef, he comes begging for 'set
peace' but i break. his jaw with the free kick .
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so better be wary, of the heat ma team holds,
this is just ink check, faraway from my beast
mode,
ima knock on his door, he go check through tha
peep hole,
i laugh, cuz even from there, i see 'his panic'
like coward Latinos / .
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he tryna create bars, the shit is poorly framed,
u aint making the cut, im like sorry hey,
his bbitch is dumb, the girl. is sorely lame,
she opened legs in public, i screamed, 'close it'
'close it',
she replied, i aint potty trained/
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so see how i rhyme, its clear u should have
declined,
cuz how i climb, its a sign of the times,
pull out a nine, now your noise is just a mime,
how i bring an 'end to thoughts' its clear I've
lost my mind/
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see, my people, this guy aint real, wonder how
fake,
he came early to battle, now we'd see he's now
late,
come with my goons, prepare for the house
raid,
hey, hey!!! Nairaland, pls accept this 'sacrifice',
cuz i leave him burnt 'off ring' like wrestlers in
fire out breaks .
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so recognize, that i have the badder schemes,
walk to. your defeat, but i. guess you'd rather
leap,
we all scripting hardcore, but like Drake this
brother sings,
the crowd knows we all new'bees' but they
accept i have a harder sting .
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to win this battle, i wont have to scratch. and claw,
i lay the smackdown, im writing this raw,
so oga, pls reconsider before another brawl,
he's one way,
so if he claim he 'versatile' we see it as proof that his style is 'flawed'

deepthoughts look sharp

i dey wait am

Illmayor:
WARMING UP FREEZ!!
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POW!! POW!!! i normally introduce myself with this glock noise/ gat an heart made of steel so no chance of survival for these fuc.k boyz/ 'mi' drops 'ice' froze with wonder am 'prince' of multis from choc boys/ i 'roll' the heat, missed no beat....in simple sence i 'rock' gurls/

been a psychotic in scripting bar so these wacks fit know/ am a surgeon/sure gun u can by my skills in tearing skins and that a crest to my head like phyno/ i'll prolly drop an audio so yall can use as ringtone/ am a 'waiter' to these flows you can tell by the 'shot' i 'bring' bro/

it like am 'full harm' with 'arsenals' coz i 'leave a pool' of excitement when i aim for 'bars'/ am Dracula with a lil difference i gat no taste for brat/ set me a worthy prey and watch me haste on that/ but no human worthy of my competition so i blaze for mars/

niggurs look up to me like the stars at night/ am lyrically incline yall can see that on the bars i write/ hatter are starting to like me coz i leave them in a position that their hands are tied/ with one hand place on top of the other like dancing gandam style/

punchlines you'll have to dig up so have hope you got spade/ plus a renown pirate so think twice before you cross blade/ but like a mafia soilder i stuck boot in their mouth having them choke/ too bad niggur are acting up all 'muslim' so they keep rejecting my 'beef' like am serving them 'pork'/

WARNING FOR THANOS!!
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like the newbies audition have come and gone/ thanos and few other niggurs i came along/ i could easily tell some are dumb/ or could prolly call them lame slowpoke/ coz they hate on my shine but cant change what the lord has done/

no other niggur would drop verse as dope as mine/ unless they steal my d.n.a and made a few of me/ coz these punches and multis both outline/ will leave nit-wit niggurs like thanos cuelessly/

FEW SHOT @ OBESEMF!!

Funny how the son talked abt body bagging me/ i gave thumbs and hype your verse doesn't me you must be bragging gee/ it obvious i like dumb jokes so i gave thumbs when you cracking ribs/ i decline ur c/o coz i hardly gat time for gay talks when am buzy smacking clits/

i will let you 'hip' 'hop' with jabs/ leaving his hip thin like 'spiders' n decline him mercy coz i don't do peace talk with brat/ so even if you slip/sleep in 'web' your verse wont distort this cat/ so i'll make FFR gabage free when i beat up the 'rat'/

SUPERMIY SMOKE!!
who this dumb boy they come beat/ see wordplays the dumb spit/ u stupidity proves like you are related to thanos wack funny lines/ doom, broom, room...i laugh at his nusery rhymes/
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fuc.k!! i wont waste lines on ya
meet ya @ the tourney

c