Am a dam, yes I leak, flows keep coming,
Thermally energetic, kids here dont toil me/
I breach the codes, cos y'all cant decode,
'ven when you transcribe, encryption too old/

I still got my crown, you keep worshiping
I still own the frown, shhh! stop gossiping/
Am costing this, you causing sh1t,
If am bossing you, you washing dish/

I smoke the beef, you mockingly stiff,
Babies dont sniff, dogs, thugs do if, /
But I want y'all lean back, off-track!
I take my ring back, cos of you wack/

I dont wrestle with w@nks, skip the sta's
I just battle with life like real gangstars/
I make the bars, I spit chronic bars,
Yes! I am ill, I nod lorries and stock cars/

That's insane homie, none's sane (homie)
I remain the deadliest cat, I got mane (homie)/
I spit crack like failed buildings,
You sh1t lack substance, mere lipids/

Ghetto Dreams (DaGrin) (*This is my favourite song from Barack O'Grin)

Yeah, Many nights've been cold like ice/
Bad intentions perched on me like flies/
E'rytime I feel Mama had to apologize/
Cos I was sold out, what a poor franchise/

Sure homies, I had strong will to fly/
Many truths would be welcomed with a why/
But Why? A homie keep falling back on time/
Good lines, huge struggle -mine wasn't a mime/

But the dough keep running away/
Like I wasn't the best, but by the way, /
Who's does it better than me after Dre/
Wishful thoughts everyday, while I pray/

So I say, if this cup would be taken away/
And my dimmed light will bring out a ray/
Ghetto dreams was like I's gonna fail/
Cos e'rytime reality says I still have to wail/

I was a sold puppet who had no life/
These girls just wanna f***, none's a wife/
Snitches just keep closer, reals dogs're rare/
Riches wasn't brighter, so ni99res do care/

I was still on course, am not a curse/
Am young homie, more flow -no menopause/
More cash, more pals money pile up, no purse/
That's the dream, poo can't be worse!/

I guess this lacks credibility. Come on, Who's Streetwise for Goodness sake? The Title reads "Rap Battles Section Member Of The Year"

@ Illific,
Are u sure u are putting ur credibility into this art? Please reply!

Oga ooo,

Peters O.

@ ILLIFIC
What's up with this thread, aint this _________________

I've really missed some isht, Sup e'rybody?

@ Bombsquad
Dawgs here arent ghosts but real mortals, Try your best and study hard to find a life in the game, We get real heads here, so dont mess with me (Cos others would speak fun ara won!)

~|~OldSYNC~|~

Hey! Maybe there is a need to drop isht 4 the love of the game. . .

Aight, Am ill, maybe A doc needs to give me my pills/
Am tight but spit comes outta my mouth, it spills/
Now they say mofos wanna c(u)m at me, but Jiz!
Am da CEO, CEOs know how to handle the biz/
Not my first release, been spitting flames wayback/
Yeah, I cause diseases, the VIRUS aint wack/
Am the bomb, I blow up, leaving your a*ses black/
Burnt faces going for contests? Better Lean back!
oUTRo
Lean back!
The don on mic is back!
Lyrical Spillage baby,
O- -L- -D- -S- -Y- -N- -C.

Thanks, we'll do something about it soonest!

Broke M.bleeping as*es out, Get the Bleep out!
Cos Sync's banging loud, It's tha knock-out/
teach you like the law does to god-fatherless touts/
Now I make y'all sream loud, I rule, no doubt/

Here comes tha pain, pleasurable like sex/
Cos when tha boss spits, no subject fit vex/
I'm flipping lyrics like 50; like gymnast's reflex/
My Lordship is traceable, check how I's influenced/

Here comes the dictator of da rap tunes/
Spitting text, y'all order for copies from iTunes/
I painted what y'all look like, y'all my cartoons/
Tha Lyrical Spillage's a Gunner, Aint no toons/

Dont try to sniff this, It's dope homie/
Dont try rip this, you memory wont cope homie/
I know am still the best ever, Jah told me/
He gave me, what makes you wanna hold me/


Hello, Any other dope lyricist around?

Hmmm, what's come over some fellas?

@ Ofokasibe
Please make your naughty soul open for correction, it might aid your ability to becoming better.

Language remains Language, and its figures are still defined, Okay?

Is the Mixer on? Okay Check if am making waves,

Yoh, It's your boy OldSYNC a cool hot lyricists with caustic spits everyday. Am a young rapper with the talent, a songwriter, producer, rapper and art developer. Check me here on http://www.myspace.com/oldsync1 or mail tha man a.k.a Lyrical SPILLAGE egunjobio@yahoo.co.uk

I'll be waiting for y'all!

Jah guide ya.

OldSYNC

Greatest Awo (The Dedication Track to all Awoites) by KIA MASTER feat OldSYNC is now online and available for your listening pleasure on http://www.myspace.com/oldsync1 .

The track, publicly performed at the SU 08/09 Freshers' Orientation party in the magnificent AMPHITHEATRE is dedicated to all residents of Obafemi Awolowo Hall (The Political Headquaters of Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife) and GREAT IFE at large; The track has received huge applause from students in OAU as most students has associated themselves with the respect of tradition demonstrated on the track. The track is purely an epitome of Awo's popular ARO as it echoes such in every aspect of the song. The track is a tactical Aro as it is an applaudable means of depicting the popular lifestyle in THE CASTLE OF GREAT MEN.

The Song was written By Araoye Kayode Kabir (The Social Director, Awolowo Hall 2008/2009) and Egunjobi Ojo Peters, Produced By Crude (http://www.myspace.com/crudeng) and co-produced by OldSYNC in Studio1 (08072662181).

The song is available on mp3 formats for easy download. The track is currently in circulation on media players on/off OAU Campus.

Once more, Visit http://www.myspace.com/oldsync1 to listen.

I guess you need affordable not CHEAP producers.

If it's the later just bone, but if not, call STUDIO1 on these numbers:

08055182557, 08072662181, 08059140955.

Here is another one, It's for the record yoh!
Am a wonder one, I break every natural law/
My flows coming like a punch hitting y'all/
It shows you's a toy, you got no blood/

Hail me not cos am the Lord, but cos I lord/
O'er this thread, it's crazy am playing God/
I spit words like am the v(ocal)-chord/
I swing em like em warrior's swords/

The shaolin monster is back, it's tai-chi/
Kicking all y'all butts till y'all cold and chill/
The murder is now, facedown, just touchdown/
Now you're 1.5v, not rechargeable, you rundown/

Am doing a rushdown with the fire down ur throat/
All you do is bleat, isht, you's a goat/
Now am afloat in my golden yacht/
Tell me where you fakers at/

Still me the big cat, am too fat/
For these em weak rats not even cats/
I spit too acidic for these lil wacks/
ever corrosive, I burn, dont just cause cracks/

You spit lame, I spit on all fours/
You swith lanes, cause y'all moves pause/
You's a borrowed course, am the game's cause/
You should have listened, there's the gift and the curse/

iSHT tHIS iS mAD!

Greatest Awo (The Dedication Track to all Awoites) by KIA MASTER feat OldSYNC is now online and available for your listening pleasure on http://www.myspace.com/oldsync1 .

The track, publicly performed at the SU 08/09 Freshers' Orientation party in the magnificent AMPHITHEATRE is dedicated to all residents of Obafemi Awolowo Hall (The Political Headquaters of Obafemi Awolowo University, Ile-Ife) and GREAT IFE at large; The track has received huge applause from students in OAU as most students has associated themselves with the respect of tradition demonstrated on the track. The track is purely an epitome of Awo's popular ARO as it echoes such in every aspect of the song. The track is a tactical Aro as it is an applaudable means of depicting the popular lifestyle in THE CASTLE OF GREAT MEN.

The Song was written By Araoye Kayode Kabir (The Social Director, Awolowo Hall 2008/2009) and Egunjobi Ojo Peters, Produced By Crude (http://www.myspace.com/crudeng) and assisted by OldSYNC in Studio1 (08072662181).

The song is available on mp3 formats for easy download. The track is currently in circulation on media players on/off OAU Campus.

Once more, Visit http://www.myspace.com/oldsync1 to listen.

Not da fake broad lace, those fake ones out for sale/
Cos fakers can only pick race, this thread make'em fail/

Am sure the womb days were like dark days/
Biology showed a soul like me with WOWO face/
Skipped that! My mum talks about my Crying ways/
Would be taken out by every, couldnt differentiate race/
Lil boy mumbling, blabbing, talking and disturbing/
Then mama would want me to say words beyond me/
Daddy used to sound like "tata" everytime I try to say it/
Offences illogical, but now I have to weigh it/
I loved chin chins even dough (though) with few teeth/
Dreaming so big wanted to cross drainages with grand width/
Mama was always a goddess, she was always watching/
This made me shy, Lil SYNC was always blushing/
School teachers taught me more lessons to add to mum's/
Man, educating a baby is always part of our social norms/
Cos growing bigger makes you think you've to deliver/
That's the difference, a grown man gotta bigger liver/
Now I Bleep with my soul and Bleep my conscience up/
Swinged from my root, fcukd my faith and pile my sins up/
Trusting myself more than I trust my parents/
Working on my own to pay for every rents/
Now there is pschology that gives me strength/
That was what's missing while I was below tens/

Keep the spirit, y'all heard! That is the isht and the real isht

Like sickness' getting chronic? Aint getting foolish by sipping tonic like silly Chronique/
Dissing a zero-rated fool, foolish! Emcees guessing they're plantinum cool: boooo!/

You are a good [b]Primary School teacher [/b]but Pls do something rap-wise!

Hit Oldie (a.k.a. Lyrical Spillage) on http://www.myspace.com/oldsync1

Listen to my stuffs, kindly drop your comments on my page

Ether -Nas
Cry- Modenine
Toy Soldiers -Eminem
Lean Back -Fat Joe
U dont know -Jay Z (This is the best wish y'all can listen to the track)

Dont know why wackstas keep scratching,
Maybe heat rashes still leave'em blushing,

Just dropped my verse 2day! am sorry f4 d delay, twas due to some acada isht

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

@ DBR

Though I dont 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 'cos 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/
Dont depend so much on the loss, even condoms break, you too be latex/
Am the battle, dont battle cos 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/
Dont need the right data, cos 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/
Cos You will soon feel the pains, better quit! Relax and watch from the sideline/
I commit the worst crime, I got many pissed off, cos 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!