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MrKang:Easy wif d parental curses na... ![]() |
DRISKLEF:Lol. Far from it I'm just me. |
Y'al should stop tagging me na.. abi na wetin sef ![]() |
llaykorn:lol NO SIR. ah jez wrote that line instinctively. |
DRISKLEF: |
key notes _ clef is a music terminology used to indicate the pitch of a note. _ cyril stober (former nta news broadcaster, buh now retired) _ klef was accused of stretching in his last match i think d rest should be diggable...so leggo!!! OBJECTIVE BRIEFING>> PAYNE, your mission is simple... proceed through his WINDOW... then take out d kiddo... if he thinks he z emerging d WINNER here, kill KLEF like its PRAISE n WORSHIP in SHILOH... ah got no time for the SILLY LOAFER.. cos if klef pull CLIPS, its from a CD LOADER... we need not to ring it over.. he claims he z making HEADLINES, this will be his LAST TIME ON THE NEWS, CYRIL STOBER... i'll retire the ape, when i curse D to the K (D to decay)... i'll PUT HIM TO REST, folks will wonder how i did it, buh that my friends, is ma SHIiT to RELAY... all i can say, is i'm better nd BOLDER... buh klef is VULGAR, he STRETCHES like its YOGA... he z not even a match for me, he z still a fvcking midget, klef will never be an ICON, cos i'll DELETE him like a CORRUPTED FOLDER... klef is a hero? ok he should save me duh SERMON... da faggit is EVIL? i've made me his SHAMAN... ma shots will cleanse him, call this his exorcism.. so his fans should MARK IT, d day i took out this SEED, nd he thought it was EXPORT SEASON... peace hommie!!! |
DRISKLEF:yo.. you posting or what? |
Drisklef, i'm ready when u are.
sorry 4 showing up late tho.
buh u gotta post n i'll follow. Cc : Drisklef |
Paayne: |
Checks in. |
MrKang:Lol. |
BLESSED EXTINCTION B must be stupid if she thinks I'll 'go easy' Like that 'gotv service'... Or 'go slow' like some 'lasgidi traffic'.. Shawty, the last thing you want is a taste of this 'magic'.. Cos I'll pop 'two' in her, someone tell that b1tch ta 'brace' up for ma 'hat-trick'.... _________ Amma flash beast.. Master of the verses.. Talk about artilleries nd tactics.. Her command of that Sh1t is nothing close to my mastery.. Not even a 'fraction' of the 'matrix'.. If she talk silly here, I'll pump her up wif more 'lead' than she think she z got in her 'arteries'... _________ Death is more than assured for marshal on the war-front... B1tch gon get ffucked till blood comes trickling down her sore kunt.. I'm in ma raw form... a 'Dawg' sworn.... To 'go hard' on this 'b1tch', till I 'cum strong'.. _________ Ah got zero clemency for b1tches in this tourney... so the M.O.Ds shoulda double checked their files before pairing me wif this phoney.. Now she bouta get chopped off, head first in a trolley.. Nd ah don't mean a game of 'dead pool' when I say I'm 'staking the zombie'... ________ Marshal is winning this..., only if she comes wif something stronger than her wet klitoris... Other than that, she z just a 'b1tch' wandering around in a 'Vets' province... Death oozing from d words ah spill on the scared Novice.. No tricks, buh somehow, 'MARSHAL was found behind her desk', Another DEAD 'POLICE'.. Shiiit..!! |
blessedmarshal:. Lol, ah on dieeeeeeeeee!! |
teddybiyasi:. Ah already checked in since. Whyz everybody stalling na?? I'm already getting pissed off gan |
Blessedmarshal.. I'm ready when you are. |
Oboi.. Everywhere has gon cold again. Where the hell is errbody na? |
blessedmarshal:Lol. See you on matchday. |
Lol. #rogerthat. |
mehn, ah wonder why some of y'al choose to pick duh wrong days to talk silly../ or choose duh worst ways ta suck, really../ y'al in here, acting tough merely wif. Ur words../ saying sh1t, like how you gon slay us gods wif your shots../ and as if, words aint enough../ ah see you tryna play it rough with a god../ Bbitch, you wanna know, ma main job is to bust/ shots../ Kock guns, slays dawgs on d spot../ Y'al Niggas grab a pad, nd play games wif elymax../ Cos ma kinda sport, Nigga..that shii no be eczema../ All ye fufu rappers, y'al need to go upgrade your shitt../ Y'al need to stop feeling like some wonder kid, peter pan and sshit../ This is real life, Nigga, actors don't last a minute in this bittch../ so save the heroics for d movies, cos you don't wan mess wif dis antagonist../ Ma shii ain't for faint-hearted sons-of-bitches../ Niggas with zilch knowledge about a line or lyric../ Buh for duh love of gimmicks, they spit d same shii like they tryna mimic da old spit../ You Niggas Lack composure../ Plus y'al be lacking proper schooling, y'al need ta check your brochures../ And for your information, I'm way above what you stand for../ So you can take shots, all you want at me, you still couldn't alter ma posture../ Peace. #jes letting dem know... |
first one IN. |
action speaks louder than words. abeg
y'al should start this tourney already. |
Bragging rights!! "...What's a mind when its void nd empty..? When its just hollow nd Deep.. Shallow nd yet so Heavy.. Ah got nothing to think of, I'm thoughtless to a fault.. Guided only by instincts, So ah instinctively pen down these words.. Blood on the notes cos I'm splitting open deep chords.. They put a sword to my throat, Nd cast lots on ma soul.. I'm steps away from oblivion, buh never been this close to ma sole.. I'm free at Last.. Thoughts troop in as I make my way to greener grass.. All d while, reminiscing... Ma life z been nothing buh a premonition... A prophetic proposition.. Its like I was never really here, sorta like the world was hallucinating.. I'm guided by Instinct... Buh ah barely assume what I'm scripting.. Steady tryna make a difference, Even when it looks like we all doing d same thing.. I'm a slave to ma conscience.. Chained to my mind by ma fourth sense.. Life z like cuffs on ma growth, arresting ma development.. They tell me that I should go deep... Nd all I do is grow weak.. For a whole week.. Buh how they gon know this.. When they just bent on seeing me die a broke Nigg.. Oh shit!! Oh Lord! Save me, cos Ah feel notoriously hopeless.. How do I get em to listen, when they keep failing to grok a simple prospect.. How can I bring about the change, when there's still some holes left in ma faded pocket... How do I show dem what they already know, buh fail to acknowledge.. How did pride manage to get d best of them...? Even d good few now act like d rest of dem... Buh The game has never been known to compromise.. So, I'll never be one to compromise.. and right here where I sit, is where I'm gon stay, Nd make a stand.. Hatch a plan and claim the Land.. I'm just like Happy feets stomping, nd Drabby gees grumbling... Wondering nd fumbling.. How I came up from underneath, slaughtering.. These beats like they was nothing.. I'm tryna make a simple statement.. Make y'al know that I come without replacement.. Peace. |
Limerick's voice tho... Nigga sounds like a robot |
"... Ah swear, "times are getting hard" like...' watches soak'd in starch...' Its getting difficult to keep duh spirit going, cos nigga be running outta Cash... Faster than Usain on a track... Buh he never run outta Bars, he gat it like in Alcatraz... Its Deep-rooted, nd the nigga be real hood... Blessed to know the art nd duh skill it includes... Nd for the fans, he try to stay cool, saving the rage for the stage, in d booth is where he slay dudes... Balling on the tracks with usain's boots.. And his Murder weapon of choice?, duh Sh**t he drops... His 'verses always dripping wet', cos he only spit 'when he z deep in thoughts..' he gat Niggas who wish to see him flop... see him Drop cos they only got 6ft love... they all real twisted goons, 'never straight' like lesbians nd gays... They looking like china made... they so fake... While ah go hard like bricks, they always quick to break... Sh**t Fukks... I'm duh type ta slay goons wif Insults.. Fukk beef, let's 'Diss cos'... Nd Ah don't mean cheap talk... Fukk frees... Ah write my own verses... All the way up, nd I'm never coming down like a girl's panties... So sound duh alarms, nd Let these rappers take note... Ah' aint no fake bloke with a stale joke... Ah don't even drive a range rove... I'm just a moving train on this rail road... Step in front of me, I'll crush ya frail bones... Spread 'em around, in no particular order... Wizard of duh first order, I'm Zeddicus zul zorander... Making magic look like fantasies for all ya wanna be Harry potters... non other who can do this better... Only an alpha... Payne on the m.I.c, signing out now, Buh I'll be back Later. |
"....vomits. "....vomits. |
Smh. |
Ah been away 2 Long, jeZ tryna upgrade duh fLow.. Ah call that an advanced menstruation.../ Rappers here keep yapping bout being ill like patients on medication../ Buh its alright..ah jez come tru with that confirrmed education../ When these rappers be feeling poised to test me like examination../ After all the blabbing, dey yapping still aint paid yet.../ All that hardwork and still no paychecks../ Buh let it be known, when ah flex the bones, ur necks is prone, ta break fast Like early morning.. So if you aint quit duh lame acts yet... Then ah got a role for y'al nd that is to 'Play Dead' .... Sho ye eh! #Uncle P says so... |
* * * * * * some cretins can not just do without wasting our precious space sha... smh |
duba:So you don marry?? |
Raplinx:you can't remember him voting, nd yet his invisible verdict, is what your cheap wack rapping ass still collated s.m.h 4 somah dis niggurs wey think sey dia 123 rhymes worth anything 4 hia. |
he aint sick, he z just a fluke..
he z entire style is so old school like soyinka's looks... |
LhoOd:Mugu no get 10mb to browse since then, im dey wan kan form sey na project hol am... beetch! i'm here 4 u, so anytime u wanna kick it, jez holla |



"....vomits.