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| Re: Flow For Rank by fadal(m): 10:02am On Mar 03 |
Y'all talk as if this thing is a game The rap game came and left none of us sane 'Coz we're all the same but can't see past the shame Of being less than we wanted to be Stuck typing in an online gaming spree But Bleep all these hoes and g's Don't need to stand back and idly by While other niggas climb the ladder up to the sky No not the literal sky, the fucking money sky Way up high, over all our lows and highs And it's a statement of success Which is why I need to UnCloth Unwind my mind and follow behind the minds that don't care what they leave behind. am i doing this right |
| Re: Flow For Rank by Brownie333(m): 2:35pm On Mar 11 |
MR JIDO Dad left when she was four Cos mom's temper grew, and everyday seemed like a war Felt his life was on the line, he had to be on the run Wished he could look back cos Lord knows he was dearly in love He stopped at The Blue Bar, lost in his thought "Did I just leave my family behind?", he felt so disturbed Bottles after bottles, he got drunk to stupor Then he said himself with some faith in his voice; Beating his chest while talking out loud with the whole of his jaws "Jide Jido! Shey you be coward ni? Why you dey run? So you want your daughter... to be raised by an insane mother...? I don't think you have a brain in your skull! She would play the victim and only tell stories about all of your wrongs Never what she had done, and in one sec, your world would revolve" He grabbed his keys and went straight to his car carelessly parked on the road He wouldn't bear the tale of an irresponsible father getting dragged in the mud 2 days later, we heard on the news; "a drunk driver crashed into a Truck May his soul rest in peace, this world is really crazy you know - Browni£ © Emeka Paul Ogboriga 11/03/2026 |
| Re: Flow For Rank by Bitchiamjay(m): 6:23pm On Mar 16 |
courtroom sovereign. . i’m the courtroom gladiator, silk tie knotted like a noose on the opposition/ penetrating precedents with surgical diction/ while my portfolio blooms in quiet precision / briefcases stuffed with verdicts that turned paupers to kings/ contingency fees stacking like tetris on infinite rings/ i draft clauses tighter than a virgin’s first kiss/ loopholes so elegant the irs itself dismisses/ lamborghini aventador, carbon fiber ghost slicing midnight on the amalfi coast/ exhaust note roaring symphonies while the speedometer kisses what mortals fear most/ rolls phantom behind it, spirit of ecstasy gleaming like a mistress who never ghosts/ white leather interior scented with oud and the faint trace of my latest toast/ private gulfstream g650, wings dipped in champagne gold climbing past cumulus thrones / destination santorini caldera where the aegean whispers secrets only billionaires own/ maldives overwater villa, infinity pool merging with horizon like my contracts with fate/ breakfast on the terrace, beluga caviar chased by 2012 dom, no debate/ dubai penthouse at burj, floor to ceiling glass framing the desert’s silent empire/ helicopter pad humming while i orchestrate mergers that make empires perspire/ shorty from the milan runway, legs carved by gods and a mind sharper than my cross-exam blade/ speaks five languages fluently, quotes kant mid-thrust then negotiates my next trade/ another from the french riviera, sapphire eyes hiding secrets deeper than offshore trusts/ body like a stradivarius, fingers dancing contracts while the moon adjusts/ we glide through monaco nights in tailored tom ford, her diamonds refracting casino lights/ i whisper tort reforms in her ear while she laughs at the peasants’ petty fights/ wardrobe curated by loro piana and brioni, cashmere softer than a settled lawsuit’s sigh/ wrist weighed by patek philippe skeleton, ticking in harmony with compound interest’s high/ vaults in zurich and singapore humming with bearer bonds and rare art i acquired in sealed bids/ rothko and basquiat staring back like they know every loophole my legal mind forbids/ knowledge of jurisprudence sharper than a guillotine’s edge on a corrupt regime/ i’ve dismantled conglomerates with one motion, left ceos begging on their regime/ antitrust mastery, sherman act recited verbatim while i sip 1945 lafite/ turning monopolies to dust with paragraphs that make regulators lose sleep/ global arbitration in geneva, my arguments laced with swiss precision and fire/ opponents fold faster than origami cranes when i cite the vienna convention’s entire choir/ yet i’m lounging in aspen chalet, fireplace roaring while snow blankets the peaks/ closing another nine-figure deal via encrypted line, no leaks/ girls roll deeper than my client list, igbinedion educated attorneys turned lovers in disguise/ debating case law between silk sheets then sealing mergers with bedroom eyes/ i’ve summered in positano cliffs, yacht anchored where the tyrrhenian kisses volcanic stone/ watching vesuvius brood while my empire expands in silence, never overthrown/ wealth isn’t measured in commas, it’s the freedom to rewrite statutes mid-flight/ then land in mykonos at dawn for ouzo with heiresses who quote my latest copyright/ ferrari sf90 hybrid, hybrid soul matching my balance of street and supreme court finesse/ zero to sixty in silence, leaving envy in the rearview, nothing less/ i navigate maritime law on my superyacht in the seychelles, flags of convenience unfurled/ drafting admiralty clauses while bioluminescent waves paint the world/ high-end companions who understand force majeure better than most lawyers ever could/ they sip vintage krug and dissect human rights article 2 like it’s pre-intimacy for the shrewd/ my lifestyle’s a living deposition, every deposition sealed, every exhibit gold-plated truth/ from the hamptons estate with helipad to the cayman accounts that multiply like uncut proof/ i’ve won rico cases that toppled syndicates, then vacationed in their former villas with glee/ now those same properties host my soirées where models quote torts back to me/ bentley continental speed, w12 symphony thundering through tuscany’s winding veins/ olive groves blurring past while my latest brief drafts itself in my brain/ knowledge is the ultimate flex, black’s law dictionary dog-eared like a lover’s spine/ i flip pages mentally at 40,000 feet, turning statutes into vintage wine/ so when the gavel drops and the world keeps chasing crumbs i left behind/ remember the architect: silk-robed sovereign, architect of empires refined/ this verse ain’t flex, it’s affidavit sworn under penalty of perjury divine/ i live every bar, every clause, every horizon i claim as mine/ |
| Re: Flow For Rank by 100Barz(m): 9:34am On Mar 31 |
Throw Jabs, Futuristic — y'all are So Past, that's why am Impervious to these Throwbacks/ Bars SHAKE IT OFF, ya Flow's Drab/ Mine's in the Dope Class schooling all this Low Class/ Like Dumb Cashiers they Slow to Register the Flows Cash/ Hard to Picture it, but I'm always FRAMING THOUGHTS/ Drop Off the Top still BLAZING HOT/ Cause if Bars gets into Tipsy Mode he's gonna be TAKING SHOTS/ Dope Raps, No Exceptions or Lipstick when am Tongue-Lashing these FAKES WE'VE GOT/ |
| Re: Flow For Rank by souloho19(m): 1:10pm On Apr 05 |
On this cutting board, I’m Gordon Ramsay with the plan Air and fry young bucks...watch me season the lamb No apron in this bitch, still cooking with the pan I don’t just serve plates, I’m serving you grams They say time will tell...I interrogate clocks Waterboard the seconds till it talk, no bluff You still running your mouth? That’s misdemeanor talk I turn “Miss B nasty” when I clean you up . . I'm a shark in the water , you a sea biscuit When I see you, I see snack, I see biscuit No apron in this biatch, I kill it with a skillet I'm Patrick Jane to you rappers, mind games is my skill set Swiss cheese holes when I press with the blade Swiss Army knife...different methods I slay My paper tucked safe in Swiss banks where it stay Tie knots on my dope, then I leash ya Keys - Swizz Beatz on the play You screaming peace? I give your headstone a head start Translation; run, ‘fore I redraw your head part Life’s too short, irony ends at six feet I shorten your timeline...put your time on repeat I murk you on sight walking beasts with power Asian shepherd by my side every step of the hour When the cops ask questions, I don’t even reply Case closed off instinct… I already got an Alabai I take rockets to space, that’s a different drive-by Turn your stars to smoke like I murder the sky Take 5 on Mars, smoke a pot of bonsai Ganja make me rasterize when I visualize Graphic with the bars, no need to sexualize I been sober three years, so the weed bars lies Guess I’m high off life, still a higher mind While you chasing cheap highs just to feel alive I’m elevating every line....this a different high!! |
| Re: Flow For Rank by Henuell(m): 10:51pm On Apr 07 |
100Barz:Wassup bro long long time! |
| Re: Flow For Rank by Nobody: 6:00pm On May 06*. Modified: 12:16am On May 09 |
I dey hustle everyday For the maga wey go pay 24/7 on my grind My premolars no dey mind And my fingers still dey type Mavis beacon sef go whine Make the money dey online Make the wire shock my guys Till my aza start to fry Make oluwa gimme sign I pray, I slay, I work, for what is mine My name, my face, one shot, all will align If I, do say, do do, towards, e must oblige Cos my, jutsu, choke o, no be, finite supply Bust my, new move, too cool, so much, they want to try I... I no dey whine, I... I, I no dey lie I just wan guide, guy, to chop this life Too too many strife why, to be a fly guy Too too many side eye, on top of my life Why why I dey run my p in recent times, Yes yes, recent times, in my Nike slides Them dey think say I be decent guy, oh no, these snake eyes I go bust one move wey go make dem see say ah, hmm, no be this same guy Hmm, ha, this same guy I be big bird for the street like say na seesame guy Hmm, ha, seesame guy Make I pull up with my tinting like djibril cisse guy Hmm, ha, Cisse guy For the swag we dey, cash we dey, book we dey, no delay You don see say, your shima, she don vamoose, if you press replay Lesson dey, make you no dey play, tomorrow no be the same as yesterday Dem investigate, say the boy too intoxicate, e success rate make everybody concentrate |
| Re: Flow For Rank by fadal(m): 10:18pm On May 06 |
ay im tha unknown-unknown, rip ya straight out cha home wit chrome, thrown out ya window, while i make ya bitch moan an groan, wit da bottle of gin, we put a spin on how we win, anit no mo wind, so stop breathin like u need it, im sick of west versez east, cant we just find some peace, an fight wit da police, cuz da streetz is filled wit 2 much violence, seen it all b4 when i was like 9 or 10, but no i aint got no one 2 run behind agian, so now ive gone 2 rhymin, so jump a fence, find a benz ta steal, feel wha it feel like ta have ta feel da fuckin steel fo real! |
| Re: Flow For Rank by Nobody: 8:04am On May 07 |
I been get plenty love to give Shy, but not sorry Need a bad B wey go, comfort me I see, one fine shorty She keep staring, reflexing Gaze catching, igniting Some passion in, Next challenge, approaching it I make my move, a gentleman Take a sit, make we settle down And start to go slowly Her face is fine, and smile to go with it Nepo baby, seem to be drawn to them Conversation, going pretty smoothly I see my likes, we conincide Let's go inside, and get the party started |
| Re: Flow For Rank by Nobody: 2:55pm On May 07*. Modified: 7:20pm On May 10 |
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| Re: Flow For Rank by Nobody: 12:00am On May 09*. Modified: 12:23am On May 09 |
Yeah she make me want to live my life in motion picture Motion picture, motion picture If she show my place, she be leaving here with mini versions Mini versions, mini versions See the way she dey pose, she dey burst my brain with the inclination Inclination, inclination And the way she dey look, such a face, such a waist, such a cute description Cute description, cute description gimme one chance, I go Two can, You know, play games, you know Bust my bolo, rock my polo Chop my gbolo, sunshine lolo Too do know, know Too do know, know are you for sure? She say bobo, be my bobo If you do me soco, go do you soco A sip of your love, do me nor nor I dey your domot, we gather comot like aki paw paw And she don jazz all my system All my old girls, I evict dem Such a good girl, such a princess Make the whole world come and witness |
| Re: Flow For Rank by Nobody: 7:27am On May 09*. Modified: 12:44am On May 10 |
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| Re: Flow For Rank by Nobody: 12:42am On May 10*. Modified: 7:25pm On May 10 |
Not so proud moment in a day in the life Tale of the times, attempts to put a stain on my white Pay them no mind both perpetrator and victim is I Keep it inside, deep in my psyche Still wearing a smile, taking it lightly Questioning why, willpower mighty But I, set my, feelings aside Back on the grind, Lion of heart and Dragon in mind Never recline Forgiveness of the self, an automatic devise Living a life, that be, riddled with trials But keeps you inspired, fear creeps in the night here comes dawn, and she's here to fill you with smiles |
| Re: Flow For Rank by fadal(m): 2:49pm On May 25 |
Yeah now if you let me You wont regret me Shit, if you let me You wont forget me, Remember, and if you don't then mind the, Hold up bah bah! There's a reminder I ain't kind hot I'm sauna I sweat money and the bank is my shower Ha ha and that pistol is my towel Ha so stop sweatin' me coward And I would Die for ours ride For ours Supply the flowers This is history in the making Now shut the Bleep up and let me make it |
| Re: Flow For Rank by souloho19(m): 8:12pm On May 28 |
Life's a race, but when you are black, you need them running shoes Cos them cops be chasing, dropping niggas like morning dew I birth a golden light, that's right I be sonning you Wearing black n' black just my style I ain't mourning too Bitch please, don't judge me...except of course I'm courting you Cause, I’ve been a king since the midwife saw my crowning No silver spoon, still the throne I’m mounting . . Ma girl says I should communicate more Send a text before I'm out the estate door Said I'm nonchalant cause I let shit slide without saying more I show my love with Louboutins and Christian Dior What ? Must I say you leave me breathless and gasping more? Plus she know I'm asthmatic and got respirators . . So when I smile and wave like penguins of Madagascar She calls me cold hearted like I live in Igloos in Alaska I could get hoes worldwide, from mushin to Nebraska I don't mean to blow my own horn, I ain't like the gymnast - Nastia I'm a research chapter, indexed in the Cohen institute , ask Sasha I hope these bars don't fly over your head like airplanes from Lufthansa And you admire my candor, no lying King...Mufasa #peace! |
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