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I breath in deep waters, while you drown in chel-sea!/
Dined with sharks, . .but he's scared of dolphins/
Took Edoho from his name, and pushed Frankfurt/
Sent his Rovers to Hades, he came out Blackburn(t)/
Half machine, half human, . .loaded to the brim, I got Fulham/
Amputate his Taribo wrist, . .I didn't spare this Westham!/
Dislocated the Larynx from his cord, . .he couldn't deliver/
I spit world Klaas, . . .with his weapon he could only Huntelaar/
You ain't Jan, . .you don't spit oversea, . .your lines Old like Trafford/
Quit the game, so I don't hunt you with my Bedford/
You don't flo large, . .even with your Portsmouth!/
I could even rout his sport-team in one bout/
I bring delight in this Stadium of Light . . I sunderland!/
The bull spit Micheal Jordan lyrics, . .cuz I dunk Chicago bars in his yard!!/
Notorious in this game, . . Rap Balotelli/
Grown B.I.G, . .like Aki, your smallie/
I got Wigan fibres. .My foot Athletic/
Meaning, . .i've made more runs in the game. .than the city of Unilag clique!/
Bolt outta here boy, 'cuz I don't know Usain you!/
Can't win in this track, . .your chick will only blame you/
I'm ranked A in the Serie, . . I reign in this Championship!/
I'm the shepherd, . .and I rule over these little lambs and sheep!/

Better short better quick.

Ill keep u all quiet like am the priest u await.
Let's not call it a battle let's call it a fiest
I c most holding a fork but choke when they pick
Stay down and don't rate am yet 2 put a slate on u.
Worth ma weight in gold cos ama kip ur mouth driping like a bullmastive.

Im spittin' bullet rhyme outta this head to make him die quick/
Ya scissor kicks, ain't cuttin', . .they weak like sleepy d'ick/
With his nick, we all know what he's penin'/
Your lines. .dozy, . .your b'itches yawnin'/
This amoeba is about to be whipped into shape/
I perfectly sealed his loosen lips with adhesive tape/
He can't quiet this Noisy neighbour, . .I'm the Man in this City/
My flow stretch. .from philippi to mississippi/
I could murder your whole team. . death scream heard all over Etihad/
Make him lie in state. .like lucifer in riyadh/
My hiccups will always mend your flip flop/
Damn your cohort and ya celine blues . .We prefer hiphop/
The guy don't even know what he wrote. .he penned with foot/
He flings pebbles. .while I catapult shotput!/
Your value worthless, . .your skit wordless. .I gave him full tip but he use less/
Tryin' to beef me in your right sense? That's complete madness!/
Your whole verse are recycled trash, . .they belong to the waste bin/
No 1 in the FFR, . .that i've ever been!/

U think u got bullet rhymes? Nigger u empty like shells/.
Ama rain on you and watch u shiver outa fever/
Call me the reigning king cos I wear the crown u worship/
Get a grip when I flow cos I swip like a river/
Nigger I tan like the sun kip ur face shaded when I flow/
Ill incubate u, grow u,beat u, and show u around as my unborn....
Cos u sound like a kid licking kitty with a feel his spitting. Pisssssss

Dj5naira? Shit am on a wrong roller
Sum1 call me a real nigger.
ma rhymes are worth more than ur .un.

I was destined to win the feat/
As fate would have it, . .I sell disses at him, . .he can't buy it/
But the vessel keeps pourin' . .s'hit, that he himself knows it/
This empty shell could deafen his entire crew with the loudest hit!/
His lil bit are too dry. .to command rain/
But this general, has stayed, . .most sovereign!/
I prick his mind, . .and f'ucked his opthalmic vein/
I win votes in quick succession, . .but he keeps advertisin' campaign/
Authority, you lack. .your ordinary/
He can't pass, even with his mercenaries/
You don't have structure. .u're a weak fence/
I attacked his mob, . .and unlock defense/
Hence, . .grease your old bar cuz they rust/
You spit card rhyme, . .no wonder they Whot!/
I pump heavy barz. .he only owns a club!/
The only time he spat "river". .filled only his bathtub/
His thugs been sippin' three crown. .they think he's king/
This nigga vying for top spot. .he's yet to win in the ring/
Im known for rippin' netcees, . .you could ask Bing!/
I murdered this mice, . .and swept him under carpet/
Medals and merit, . Endowed at this lyrical poet!/
Most feared, . so when this catwalk, . . .other chicken run!/
Know this, I'm your father. .meaning you'll everly be my son!/
So if he thinks he's the "sun". .im the whole planet,. .meaning you revolve around me!/
So that I don't send him plague. . he had better flea!!/
I'm too outgrown to be incubated/
Too strong to get defeated/
I rounded up his entire album, . .now he's feelin' blue/
I infest this fat chicken. .now he got the flu/
Look, I flow sodium, . .that my insult brine!/
So before you think coup d'etat, . .know that this world is mine!/

Allianz lyrics/ he started to flee . .when I aint even handled ma bic/
Cos I bring 'Blues' to his Arena . . like Bayern Munich/
I bring you gays to defeat/
if you fail to phantom the speech/
Hang an Ak on ma molars . . Cos im armed to the teeth/
I do rap the favour/
bringing light to the game with a plant generator/
Y'll on a failed course . .so 'I better pass my neighbour'/
I blaze dynamite sticks/
sitting on Tin Milk . .my ass on the Peak/
Got Space to eat . .its a satelitte dish/
In court, I show my fierce face/
to cripple you sly fakes/
My rackets . .turn forehand smashes . .to tie (thigh) breaks/
I sit on dop e bars like beer palour chairs/
If rap was tennis . .then i rank tops here/
But y'll wont get A TP . .unless its A TransPort fare/
I slay verses/
Huntelaars Class . . I tutor German lessons/
Give a bleached ears to his prayers . .its a fair hearing/
You aint the sh¡t . . I push you haters/ off Balance . .and issue ledgers/
Spill your endoplasmic recticulum over ya documents . .now you gat tissue papers/
Im not afield . .but im a homer/
Rhyme acidic . .with home-based maneuvers/
With more Pep talks . .than Guardiola/

Still reprocess pale line that never work!/
Old outlines. . .like Noah's ark!/
Watch me from sideline while I roar at this cat's bark/
I strained his brain, . now he got stress mark/
Left the duck on rooftop. .cuz hes top-quack/
Multicolor barz I splashed. .his imagination went rainbow/
I pen iller than Henry David Thoreau/
With a gold ink. .that my golden glow/
He brought ''blue'' to the arena. .when he kicked the paint bucket/
He can't play hard to win. .even with his tennis racket/
I kicked his balls, with "de feat", now he felt the feet/
He can't walkthrough. .even if he cheat/
But this aesthete athlete. .run this game. .black feet . complete laps in minute/
You don't supply power,. . you push it ''light''. .while I roll in ''heavy'' barz/
I place the nigga on spell like African Jazz/
Drum cymbal verse to clang on his head like snares/
Your flow as ugly as your fierce face!/
I left footprint in the sands of time, the nigga only trace/
Look, i've gone way ahead in this pace. .so if he's still sitting on chairs. .he on a long thing/
He slay verses with a'nus. .reason for his faeces nothings/
Know this, im the dopest alive. .among the league elite/
I spit quotables. .real heads bite!!/
I outrightly dropped a pail into his acid. .now hes gettin' the reaction/
Took his chic. .poured my condensed in her seed. . she loving the vibration/
Your rooted in this zone, . . Meaning your championship reigns underground/
But my triumph, . . built among collection of stars. .way and beyond!/
I X this mouse brilliantly. . I got the catskill/
I flow chill distill. .to drown fake coons for real/
So before this Tomato Pep talk, . .he should know. .my action hit louder than his Guardiola spill!/

Friday night free5tyle . .
Best believe/ bloods spill to reveal Plasmas when i pen lyrics/
cos I push rappers to the wall . . like LCDs/
I gun enemies/
burying them in public cemetaries/
Dj5naira . . you embody the swag of ya sister . . meaning you're a non-entity/
Im blessed with skill/
Any nigga who thinks they iller than Henry . . gets caned with koboko/
Surround ya whole city with Canadian arms. .
. . leave you with nowhere . . To-Run-To/
I mack fat bosom ho's/ from Iraq to Abuttabad/ cos Im bad/
Phuck ya wife on a luggage . .infusing my pipe from her back/
Then have ya kids call me Bag Dad/
Im T.B Joshua . . I tell your doom . .the lyrical prophet/
You got bricks on ya brain . .they call you blockhead/
I line pockets/ with missiles to fire rockets/
Switch over ya Iris with your pupil . . its an eye socket/
When Im out to ball . . you have to run/ cos im known for blasting cannons/ at stadium walls/
But you would be Robbing Van Persie . . If only you had a gun/
My wardrope glisten/ with coats for leasing/
He gets no T-shirt . .dipping his cloths in lipton/
He has no idea how to rap . .give him an IT/ cos the dawg bites lyrics/
But Im Sharing The African Experience . . like AIT/
I coin rhymes/ to run mics/
You aint ill . .you only got a virus . .and Im a Fun Guy/
Im known worldwide . ./ from Peru to China/ could spit 20 tongues in two cyphers/
But you wont do Polish . .unless you a shoe shinner/
I perfectly rehearse/ my flow s . .to spit tight bars/
Broaden my lyrics . . and kill you with the lines . . Its Die Verse/
I cause havoc and blast hommies/
Doha medal . . I bring Qatar's Trophy/
You wont face Reality . .unless you can Rap'sody/
Im liable to laugh at him/ cos hes so dry . . even his flows lacks vaseline/
He ownes no lotion . .but Im a Cream De La Cream/
I got 5 mics/ but the weeds he blows makes him believe he rhymes Bright/
Cos if you think you're the dopest alive . .then you must be living a high life/
I get him tortured/ afrobeating him rhythm and blues till i change his color/
But If he does African Jazz . .his dad must be a native doctor/

Damn!! Mr Dbr and Mr Ibime . .this is not fair!!

I pricked his ego. .whoelse but mikuz/
I don't force it, . .whereas, he does/
Murdered him fair and square. .they gave a round of applause!/
I win him flawless. .in this space without floors/
Top his fine art. .with no bottom draws!/
I gave him praise, . .but soon he'll be gettin' hacksaws/
Jab jaw. .slash claws. .I punch him to the east with southpaws!/
Whos winnin' this. .its me cuz. .I could playword and still pause/
I spin firm phrase. .but he giftin' santa clause/
He pens with . . sweat rush and blood spill/
But . .I'm cursed to kill those blessed with less skill/
I gummed his back to the brick. .like wallpaper/
Your too teen. .to surround arena/
I'll break his bones. .if he come close nearer/
I spear fiend and fire foe/
No one knows him, . .hes just an U.F.O/
My tongue on her clit, . .I make her cu m go!/
My dryest of flows still soak minds. .your chic wet pants/
I spit duplexes while he houseplant!/
See, im too focused to waste rhymes. .everly ready to punchlines/
I gather brick but the fowl got no brain/
Again, I chained his heart neatly. .and wipe off bloodstain/
You're pocket full of rock, . .which only flintstones/
Shot him all round leather . .yet couldn't ball on his own/
His wardrobe lining ain't cute, . .the only coat he brags about, . .is his birthday suit!/
I own multi-galaxies. . look, I got spacesuit/
He coin rhymes. .to earn kobo/
But I target the villian. .like Green Arrow!/
My barz co ke. .while he's a rippin' off soda machine!/
What im offerin' . .tithe . .yours loosened like spanner on screw wheel/
I flourish when I close up, . .and Maclean!/
I'm the lite of the world, . .see I power sun!/
So if in his thought, I blow weeds, . .well, that's a wack idea from a grandson/
This is a thread for real heads. .not prophets!/
Rap troubadour. .Most announced lyrical poet!/
You got flu. .reason for your catastrophe!!/
He's spittin' dairy lines. .like Charlie and the chocolate factory!/
To be frank, . .you are no fun guy, . .but a chronic disease!/
He tagged himself T.B, ..so we all know what he got when next hes coughin' the lyrics!/

To bring diss to me . .this nerd have grown/
You power son . .but ya lite has never shone/
The only time you were 'off the chains' . .was when you left a mental home/
I thought I made it clear/ that the fake needs help/
cos we all know he force it . . like JTF/
In FFR . . or math . .hes the lowest common factor . .
. . and Im the HCF/
The sound from my ammo . .makes him want to run/
cos I carry rifles thats so long and drawn/
he might need a vaulting pole . .to 'jump the gun'/
Its a pity hes a lowly brother/ who hawks pure water/
Men dont squawt with toddlers . ./
meaning you cant spit duplex . .ya type belong to the boys quarters/
I pay his tuition . . buy him toys and a couple sandals/
so during christmas . .he should call me father/
cos Im gifted . .if my clause is santa/
You got spacesuit . .? then ya career in rap is over/
so put ya heavy bars past ya shoulder/
You get lectured with pep talks from Gaurdiola/
cos I'd be glad to coach ya/
I blaze him/
allow my fire enrage him/
for selling his soul . . .
Cos if he gathers bricks . .then hes a free mason/


I press sleek virgins/you a beginner/
And ya chic indeed a diva/
she rocks to my foggy and doggy styles when I bleep her/
The nigga wont do 'missionary' . .unless hes really a preacher/
Im a sick speaker/ and a catechism teacher/
banging whores in Bangalore/
cos im a top player . .and hes an amateur/
I hold court in flushing meadows/ where my rackets crush you minnows/
Grand slam . .drop a thousand bucks . . ./
And do a party with two cath nuns/ and a sultry widow!/
oNe!

Nice one

I vibe with ease. .he feels its force!/
With what we wrote. .history false!/
He's gettin' hypnotised, . .its Merlin curse/
Extra matured, . . premium pours!/
I X Men serially. .and remain last man standing/
Winnin' the weaklin' . . when I wittin' wording/
Poked his eyes lens. .couldn't see the lite brightness!/
If he believes i'm M.A.D. . .then I M.ake A. D.ifference!/
The common factor lack common sense/
Poor bits he joined . .bear no Commonwealth/
No matter what he Boko Haram. .I always MEND/
Tomato Pep he aligns, . I consistently blend/
He carries rifles. . and plastic bullets, reason he never fires!/
I pulled a favour stunt. . housed him in boys quarters/
Cuz his entire team, . .are Bolton Wanderers!!/
We don't need detector . .to spot his lie/
I rage at him, . .he just struck the bulleye!/
My near under is. . far from over/
I've long-lived, but he. . ova!/
I'm best known across satellites. .while hes unheard of/
Air conditioned barz. .Ivan Pavlov/
Your too ordinary to be well-gifted/
Your a sick speaker, . .that needs to be well-treated/
He keeps hoarin' fairy tale. .like father christmas!/
But my fresh sweetners. .pricks like desert cactus/
He press earth whores. .while I lash archangels/
I make their moundswell, . .when I propel their bridewells!/
Im a real lover, while he, . . mouth maker!/
Buried head in between and drank her heavenly waters!!/
His 50 cent. .won't impress Jackson Curtis!!/
That he held court. .when my league brought justice/
Bleached him in tribunal. .its a fair trial!/
Slept with ''cats''. .and a ''widow spider?''. .I knew he was zoophile!/
He runner-up everytime. .while I walk down the aisle!!!/

Lemme talk to my boy Jenc . . .
Quick . . .
I dont spar with cheap talkers/ abeg stay in ya borders/
A Chris Wallace relative . . Im ya BIG brother!/
I 'pick up' ya chick with a grey 'truck'/ take her home . .and drill her all day long/
My 'wheelbarrow' style make her put her 'bottoms up' . . like Trey Songs!/
You get laid to rest . . when Im launching barrels/
Plus I rhyme with punches that scar men/
So you best 'back off' . .like hunchless camels!/
Gej aint the only one with GCFR . .ask your master/
Cos money's in the military . .and Im Grand Commander!/
I scale over ya short fence/ to blast shells . . through your fore head/
You aint gat Rashid Lynn's brains . .meaning . .you lack Common sense!/
I m running bottles with models . . ya babe and mabel/ and you lack the swag . . of a star . .or a legend/
Stick you with a close up satchet . .and you wont still own a Red Label!/
I phrase a cypher/ to raise my fire/
Electrocute you with a nudé shock . .when I 'nakéd wire'!/

Nigga fuel ya head cus ama bawt 2 drive u mad...


Ya mikus..lemme getit on no lies ama slay u..

I dig d game so deep cus its an undagrawnd sh*t.. am slayin u wif a pen_knife/perknife i slice u lyk meat..gve ur pieces 2 d dogs 2 feed..i swear in battle ah will leave u flawless lyk mortal kombat..i 'll be f*cking ya gals pussy buh no cat..i go straight 2 d game point call me dart..ur gals both parents broke so she cums 4 mony..i still let ha love bee witawt bein ma honey..i gat loads of rap on u so i call u a donkey..am d king of cipher/ah ws made 4 dis shit call me dippa/am allready drownin u in ma flows/scream for help cus am takin u low/ i spit mtn so ma lines are errywia u go/ drippin flow lyk a vampire suckin blood..ur jst a mare human/woman rapa buh am a rap GOD/I NO U CANT STILL BLOW EVEN IF U SWALAWD BOmb/ino u treasure ma rap lyk an f.m..ma flows so valued nd protected lyk d garden of eden..lyk a word of god u cant still get ma raps ur a heden..ur still sour even if ur mikos/mikuz..i spit 2much bars u fink am building a prism/ama stone u 2 death lyk steven/
beat dah mur_fhucka

Truth be told, . . .your lies ugly like toad face/
I spat hell. .and left him burnt in his firebase!/
Been marked a true hero. .while hes circled out and zeroed/
His bad structurin' . .worse like Nigerian roads!/
Drive who mad?. . damn you're screwed, . .what a fuckin' re tard/
Brought coffin to his street. .I play puns round his graveyard!/
I poke nose and sneezed catastrophe . .but he quack like Ducky Daffy/
Spinning top wins with Harry's magic, . .while he bottom. .in endless abyss!/
File your words. .cuz they Blunt like James!/
He delved a roe deer. .the only time he ''dug the game''/
I spit treasure. .the nigga diggin' like undertaker/
Ya girl on top of me. .I under take her!/
He doesn't understand what he wrote. ."he left me flawless". .while I battered him in myspace, to a fault/
While hes adjustin' tactics. . I come out default/
Makin' love to cat? . .what an act of bestiality/
The lad is Lucifer in hades . .doomed for eternity!/
Poor malnourished fellow. .he brooklyn!!/
I choked his entire clan. .I ventolin!/
He's no cypher king. .but a royal slave/
The only time he ''dripped flow''. .when I slashed open his blood vein!/
He was made for canal. .spittin' shi t through his ana l/
But I earn points to wipe off his decimal!/
He spat empty hen lines. . Cuz he s loaded with fries!/
But im wise, . .scribbin' scripts. .past his pagesize/
Ambigious explosives to implode and explode!/
Current flow I conduct. .high like Zener diode/
If he thinks they treasure his rap, . .he knows nothing/
I axe your girl on a date. .like Friday the 13th/
His slice, loaf. .that they Val U!/
Left him wanderin'. .like rats in Timbuktu/
You droppin' stone. .but I shoot lasers/
Keep buildin' tetrix. .while I land skyscrapers!!/

U brainless rapa dj5naira ama tarnish ur image rytly.. Niggas watch wat av gat
he claims 2 be a dj tell him 2 scratch nd pack/am gana blast u nd leave ur blood countin lyk a clock tic tac/nigga we hia 4 battle buh u avent dropt eny punchline/am evil so i will leave u dead wif no lifeline/go beg drake cus ama bawt 2 make u ma headlines/u dnt nid 2 screw me cus am already tyt/am bangin ur bitch so hard... Call it a fhuck fyt/i cot u stillin flows buh u no nigga in dis metro_police we catch thieve/go fhuck ur dreams nigga cus dis reality/criminal in rap buh d cops cant catch me/ama phatom in d game nt even neato cud c me/ask ur 1st lady i dey form and shes fillin_feeling me/i smokt dhope nd got high above d law/uve gat materials buh ur lines ah so raw/i wont be sayin dis again ah be ritin it on ya grave/u say ur fly sowi dud av gat raid/ur jst a pokupine rollin round ur fuckin dhick lyk a condom/am fuckin gud..i nid no condom/ur s_hit smells so bad lyk it came frm ya bumbum/u wana let d truth be known buh lyk a dirty hair ur fool of lies/u tink bein dhope is by smokin uve gat 2 pay d price/u talkt bawt harry buh ur jst a potter cus u spit clay/ur so uncertain lyk u wia born on may/niggas shake hands buh i shake spear/i c ur shiverrin dahs y u spit fear/i earn ma cash in pounds buh ur jst 5naira/i counta him lyk d cova of mineral/i spare_spear ur lyf hope u can bare d cut/am spittin guns hpe u feel d shots/am d definition of rap.. buh ur jst a whack crap..i no sum niggas will bite ma lines cus dia babies in rap..
Ma flows ah so clean_klin lyk detergent/
raps ranking me==>general u==>jst a sargent/am so on point cus i dnt miss ma target/u said u ask ma gal for a date cus u dnt af calenda/ma lines ah historic its 4 u 2 rememba/getit duds *doppest* who wanna try nxt?

Dj5naira . . .nice rhyme structure ; plus your diction is improving. I hope you build on it. Catch you on friday night freestyle !
Good looking out!

Snapped him shots. .he never got the picture/
Dished halloween flows. .he began to stutter/
Punched his midbrain, . .he feels the midpain/
I "scratch'' him into pieces and "pack" his remains/
He blast ripples. .with his toy gun?/
Where the heck. .does Jenchood comes from!/
I spear the rod to pierce this child/
Spoke the pro verb. .to beguile his own mind/
He shouldn't bring bar tool to me, . .I'll rip out his gut/
I drive teeth. .into his ground skull, burst it open like walnut!/
Your not evil, . .but a good for nothing fellow!/
Too easy for me, . I suffocate him with bedroom pillow!/
I battle real heads not. . midget/
Swervin' wordplay at him recklessly. .the nigga fear death/
I'm the toyman, . Hes puppet/
He keeps swayin' broken records. .hes a floppy diskette!/
His pale di ck lasted a sec, . .with aid of Viagra/
But I x-ray and penetrate va gina/
Your english ,. .hard to read, . .you skipped lesson/
My barz stick to head. .like girlie ribbon!/
Commander in chief. .even this police salute/
I sweep clean cash. .but this tout loot/
Hes as fake as his dream. .and need to wake up/
Disses hes bringin', . .had better die it down, . .or live it up!/
Criminal in rap? police in the game?. . you are indecisive/
I'm ever derisive. .never indivisive!/
He smoked sh it and got high with his own faeces!!/
Stretched the spring past elastic limits like Hookes physics!/
He knows I could defeat him flawlessly/
I buzz light-year. .like Toy story woody!/
He knows I got the 'material' to spit 'raw'/
Im a flying saucer. .hes a walking corpse!/
He perfectly dug my grave. .but I lay his body in it/
Outwit his pinch-hit, . . spawn spit to split his spirit!/
He vomit baby lines. .that he weanin' everytime!/
Buried citrus under sea. .I sublime!/
Nadal lyrics. .I finished him in straight sets. .he couldn't Roger/
King of clay. .comin' out victorious, if he Federer!/
I pressed attack past his mid line, . .he couldn't counter!/
I dunk Grand Slam like French Open!/
Fully grown. . .Italian stallion/
Dragged his squad to the sand. .and murder dozen!/
Your so-klin lines are wash!/
Your whole hook, . . complete trash!!/
Busted his crib with a ba ng. .to deafen eardrum/
Murdered him in my first hook. .now he phantom/
His lines archaic. .historic ancients, they belong to museum/
He's catchin' cold as I consistently throwin' tantrum/
So if he happily says hes doppest, then its another lie in gleesome!/

mikuz: Dj5naira . . .nice rhyme structure ; plus your diction is improving. I hope you build on it. Catch you on friday night freestyle !
Good looking out!

That's like pausing a racing Veyron Bugatti!

I rap like Christmas
Once a year I'm on ya wishlist
I knot wack emcees in a bow
Point'em out in the crowd like ho ho-- ho
But that ringing in your ear ain't jingle bells
Call me The Bachorlette- my single sells
I'm not a rapper--
I provide lyrical translation for my swag
Weighing in with my words so ya ears start to drag
Ya rhymes are so far behind they call it jet lag
I use the space between your ears for my landing pad
Don't get mad--At the best thing you never had
See, I'm a survivor--
Went from an independent woman to a Bonnie and Clyde rida
I put ya rhymes in a box to the left, kicked it down the steps, and you know the rest
Rappers treat me like I have an S on my chest
I see signs like S.O.C...
Save-Our-Cypher!
So I took the mic from the last clown and drew crowds like the Pied Piper

Amaka G29: I rap like Christmas
Once a year I'm on ya wishlist
I knot wack emcees in a bow
Point'em out in the crowd like ho ho-- ho
But that ringing in your ear ain't jingle bells
Call me The Bachorlette- my single sells
I'm not a rapper--
I provide lyrical translation for my swag
Weighing in with my words so ya ears start to drag
Ya rhymes are so far behind they call it jet lag
I use the space between your ears for my landing pad
Don't get mad--At the best thing you never had
See, I'm a survivor--
Went from an independent woman to a Bonnie and Clyde rida
I put ya rhymes in a box to the left, kicked it down the steps, and you know the rest
Rappers treat me like I have an S on my chest
I see signs like S.O.C...
Save-Our-Cypher!
So I took the mic from the last clown and drew crowds like the Pied Piper

waoh

I band his Indiana crew to Pitt. .like Brad Jones!/
I don't support their clique, . .its clone zone/
Everly be your shadow. .so you'll never walk alone!/
Pardoned Pope Paul. .I dragged John son along Glen!/
Taught his home club. .that his team need to learn!/
Spilled his Reds. .all over Anfield/
I unleashed secret tactics. .yet to be revealed/
Josè lyric. .away champion. .home ruler. .I Enrique!/
In this Weekly Top 40. .I Rick Dees!!/
I defend and grip first position, . .Im Pepe Reina!/
My chic, fashionista. .while you see me on Alberto suit. .Italian rockstar!/
No matter what this Dan yell, . .he can't whisper Agger!!/
Sandwich toast hes drivin' can't . .Jamie, cuz I held up his attack, . .England Carragher!/
Brave multi general. .I captain Gerrard!/
I spar too hot to Andy. .while she jingled noel and christmas Carroll!/
I spat a triple. .with double barrel/
The way Luis manhandled his balls. .he felt Suarez!/
I could spit Maxi. .still play like Rodriguez/
Flirt with Adam's eve. .slept with Charlie angels/
Lift her mini up . .sucked her twin Jabulani!/
My di ck drilled in. .her oil is overcoming!/
Plunged his corpse in submarine. .I left the Stewart Downing!/
I balance midfield,. lyrical Xavi, never flop like Aquilani/
I score goals like Shevy, the granny ain't got potential. .Pa checo!/
He pens with hand on pelvic region. .He Joe Cole!/
I stream more flow than Jordan, . .he could only wet pitch/
Scaled his bumps and jump ditch/
I'm his dad, and he, Hender son!/
Set my foot on cloud. .I made ski run/
I got Sebastian grenade lined around my Coates!/
I run the game than Dirk Kuyt, he only deck kite!/
I've grown tall beyond Crouch height/
He plans to Jay Jay? . .I'll be ready to Spearing tackle/
To shoot flame. .he had better lace boot and buckle!/
Drove my phantom hand into his soul and pulled out Lucas Leiva!/
I blaze Raheem hits. . then push Sterling bar!/
But the raggamuffin' fella still ban g archetypal like Danny Wilson/
The Nathan receive low ratings like Eccleston/
I screw Jack heavy duty. . then raid his father's crib to Rob in son!/
Amassing trophies. .to occupy Liverpool FC/
Outlined Peter fiction. . that Gulá sci/
Sipped St. Martin and invited R.Kelly/
Craig lyrics. .I rang his cops, . so he couldn't bell army/
I blend brand-new plays, . .to outweigh/
Niggas nod at the quick cross I sway!/
What I network airtel. . but he remain grounded like Škrtel/
I retire the Pep. .and bid him farewell/
I start team line-up. .he subs with Villyan reserve/
My caps. .infinity, . .but hes a teen . .Bijev!/
I raise forsetto blast heard over Meyserside/
Vent wrath home and away. .I don't mercy sides!/
Doni's gene. .Shelveys' heredity!/
Burst firing shot . .My game, a volley!/
I make VIP list. .he 3rd tier like Jon Flanagan/
Fine smooth abs, . .Incredible body division, I Hulk Hogan!/

Na wa o . . .

You guys have been flowing and no one has been ranking.

The thread says flow for rank. Duh!

Am on an exile 4 naw.skul tinx..catch yall wen am done..

jenchood: Am on an exile 4 naw.skul tinx..catch yall wen am done..

You spitting loads of crap/
You've got to learn how to rap/
Cos ya lines dont connect . . you need a contour map!/
You got no guy hailing ya one liners/
but real heads be high-grading our ciphers/
You shy of facing our fire/
Cos we make ya team run . . like Racing Satander!/
We pound quacks/
and trounce wacks/
Pounce on cats . .tie balls to they spinal cords . . and make them bounce back!/
We got packs of cards on our foreheads . . poker face/
You rap 'homeless' . . . ya multies 'out of place'/
But we so fly . . cos we type lines with Upper case!/
Our fire baptise men/
and our artillery cannonise them/
Place ya Iris on our verses . .to make you keep an eye on 'em!/
Its an ill-fate/ when we p¡mp ya date/
Phuck her . . behind bars . . give her an in-mate!/
Our speeches hold sway/
dark funeral . . black burying nerds the bold way/
cos you coward niggies are all fake . .
And we coach guys for Real . . like Jose!/
Bling lyrics . .our flows and hooks gleam/
heads know the folks too dim/
I'll kill him . .putting an Ak on his portrait . .to photoshoot him/
Our upsurge rattle cops/
And startle Ops/
We bring you to your knees . . cos you not 'fit' to battle us!/
We attack flanks/
firing shells with black tanks/
You got Laurent aim . .cos you fire 'Blank'!/
We blends words/ teaching Djs and Jencs how to pen puns/
For Instance . . I got a 'job online' . .call it a 'Network'!/
At night . .we bring on the fight/
And kill on sight/
He just might . . ./ steal a thousand of our lines . . . kilobyte!!/

Good! Good! Good!

Keep it up

Tgirl4real: Good! Good! Good!

Keep it up

and whats your rank?

I bring her problem, . .she spat christ. . when she saw the maths/
Rare bi tch. .appear once in christmas/
A new fish in town. .my strategy. . Point and Kill/
Im a sick blood. .my flow is ill/
Precious phone dial . .got diamond rings/
Showed her index finger. .the only time I ring/
Shes not a rapper. .she a super blouse/
Im a do pe cat. .when I lit up the lil mouse/
I spar neutron barz. .faster like the speed of light/
Her heavy verse broke scale. . drag her lag. . behind/
I missiled her air line. .came crashin' my land pad/
Sent her document to clinic. .doc says shes now mad/
I don't rock with animal. .took her horse band. .she cried/
Puffing red eyes. .poor widow. .husband died/
Scriptin' scrolls. . too little for inbox/
Splash multis in screen. .once I outburst/
Knew she was slave . .chest crested with S on!/
I push up freestyle. .to exercise freedom/
His word don't blend. .he grinds bone!/
He penned ''pun''. .wrote a blue film. .lyrical sharon stone!/
Upper parliamentary verb. .I sen. tenses!/
Strained peripheral. .his nervous stresses!/
If ''Muna'' pulls english press to raise hype/
I fail Ezuruonye and pass the mic!/

Dj5naira ur trying kip it up.. mikuz nyc lines bou u dint punch

jenchood: Dj5naira ur trying kip it up..

That pronoun is on roof-top, ever since : )