Emaprince:
Back then, I was looking for something. A frined recommended NL for me. I came here and started seeing several sections. I saw the music section and became a regular visitor. It took me up to a month before I discovered here.

But, do you actually think one must be an FB user before he/she could know about NL?

no not really ... I was just curious to know what would have brought you to NL when you didn't even like a social medium like fb.

ELYMAXiimus:

no not really ... I was just curious to know what would have brought you to NL when you didn't even like a social medium like fb.

Well, I'm not a social media freak. I don't even have whatsapp on my BB. NL is the only place I visit.

Emaprince:
Well, I'm not a social media freak. I don't even have whatsapp on my BB. NL is the only place I visit.

not bad. They can be huge distractions.

When i'm i having a match with Krone na

Heard he is one tough lad heard he has layed waste to the valley of peace. . . . . Heard once he lays a blow , Once will get a K.O at once (Make i continue the hype? Ok) heard one of his punchline will make patience jonathan scream there is God , heard he once punched a whole army and he won the battle

Please make we flex thumb Krone i want that K.O ;DWhen i'm i having a match with Krone na

Heard he is one tough lad heard he has layed waste to the valley of peace. . . . . Heard once he lays a blow , Once will get a K.O at once (Make i continue the hype? Ok) heard one of his punchline will make patience jonathan scream there is God , heard he once punched a whole army and he won the battle

Please make we flex thumb Krone i want that K.O

Wildvoice:
When i'm i having a match with Krone na

Heard he is one tough lad heard he has layed waste to the valley of peace. . . . . Heard once he lays a blow , Once will get a K.O at once (Make i continue the hype? Ok) heard one of his punchline will make patience jonathan scream there is God , heard he once punched a whole army and he won the battle

Please make we flex thumb Krone i want that K.O ;DWhen i'm i having a match with Krone na

Heard he is one tough lad heard he has layed waste to the valley of peace. . . . . Heard once he lays a blow , Once will get a K.O at once (Make i continue the hype? Ok) heard one of his punchline will make patience jonathan scream there is God , heard he once punched a whole army and he won the battle

Please make we flex thumb Krone i want that K.O

bro...where did you buy this weed you smoked from

Krone bought it for me

kr0ne:


shuo! u wey lose 5 bouts, tie two still dey find title?/

**clapping**

USUKUMA:
And now he goes 'bout braggin' and naggin',buh lackin'
his fundamentals 'a saggin' and he's still fallin' not trackin'-in d biz,see he's just an old brown hoe
stealin' his way at nouns he calls chores
leafin' d whole comic and chronicaly searching
for a tonic thatz bound to hit d clinic
a day old dreamer,this fat IBIME needs a trimmer
one eager,one bigger who'd cut his smelly arse(s) thinner for dinner-he'd make a darn fat supper
quit dreaming,IBIME
Just let me show ya d future
coz ya part of d past,and ya task is masked
ya live on trash thatz y yhu make up linez so whack and then ya get a sack letter...ya must pack,ya just hiphop history
ya better start shakin',d gov'z daughter ya raped n abandoned gave birth to a deaf son who swears he's pop's lines are phucking pucky whack.
He's out with a mob n hez gon' mop ya awd
dnt shiver,at least he'l give ya a chance to quiver and do one last whacky verse b4 ya hit d sickler grave,mr numb psychiatric babbler a.k.a #IBIME
TO BE CONT.....
(MASTERMIND PROD.)

Lord!!!! Am yet to drop here but am way more better than this.

I won't thank a brother if "depression spreads to hit radios"
That phrase hurts men...believing me Ema Krone get goes
The rhythm is us ...floss from hearts clinic echoes we televise
Regrets not option ...Peter has it , Ibime empathize
I once drowned in thoughts didn't research eclipse
Rattled in beliefs of a sinner ...then I vision Theresa solve lips
We far past undergrounds ...imagine observant of ill verses
Alexpissu forbids somber ...Hip-Hop delete curses
Never scare of the moment ....consider bravery of King David
You explain you obtain ....walking in light I have aided
My passion forever society never a fan of strange hello
Ema push that energy for prodigy heads to bestow
I reverend a verse ...music is hope ,lets brain a scope
Our lives reflects a pope despite religion of written dope
We can garden an Eden as long we faithful running throne
I can Shakespeare poems reminding us of stones alone


Respect to Krone and Emaprince. ...I understand there will always be dark days but you not victims of such.

Depression begins with disappointment. When disappointment festers in our soul, it leads to discouragement- Joyce Meyer

Mikuz create our thread today pls.. cause i won't be having enough time starting 4rm tomorow by grace of the GOD!

goshikid:
Mikuz create our thread today pls.. cause i won't be having enough time starting 4rm tomorow by grace of the GOD!

Then send me your verse.

Krone Let's get this upping na

I appreciate the critics, shît is, I'm tryin' to change
Bar after bar on daily basis, been lightin' the page
Ibime needs freedom from these bars, I've been fightin' with slaves
A DJ should come alive with bars, but this is hidin' in graves
From Gun store to gun store, been findin' the gauge
Ask Warriblood, half the streets thinks dyin' is brave
Catch a Police, be fast to blow him, shotty fryin' his brains
I'm con-fused, a punk loosed, dyin' from 'caine

Lost! A poet tryin' to be a battler, I missed my way
Lost the K, stole a fifth cos I noticed the shît could spray
Ema said these lyrics are best for the ears, beat by Dre
Jazz, may God bless your mom, tell her to be proud, her Kid is brave

A bad child, became famous, when he handled pops
This mantle copped, from my band tho, we Rambo, we hassle cops
Break Jokers, straight poker, the gamble stops
The moment you don't hear the shot, your battle stops
Paddle pots, no 'caine oh, yayo, ässhöles dropped
See where your pay go? Say no, to tax! o'God
We rob you fûckers off your wealth, Obasanjos

I'm rusty, tryin' to climb past writer's block, fire still
Yet seen fighters chopped, for riders, I tyred wheels
For Retired dogs, I refire pops, I'm Higher steel



WTF

new here cos we about to rich december
Hey dere u bout to go down meet ur decender
You like Okrika rappers you rappers pretender
ama kill dis shit so bad deir
ma b no room for remender
Balling in d west got me feeling like kanye
Alomojin in ma throat every minute all day
King of ma zone they call me your highness
good with ma demons I seek for no guidance
I got track dat makes people unconcious
Dey taut it wouldn't hit buh as I said guess wat
I Brook the market like fake nairas over
flooding d 9ja market...
You need a trust I buried da hat in a casket

I Woke from ma base scanning tru d net
Told Ma nigga Ill b popular we placed a bet ..
ama turn dis thread arnd nd some niggaz here ma comit suisuicide cos demma love me no death
I see some good rappers buh deir future aint clear ..
changed ma phone twice buh dey still ain't clear..
I think dey good buh ma xaviers says dey not there
Dey gon need a G that aint in a wheel chair..
Nd when dey do am gon b dere....
From d back of africa wit no damn r3sources buh me nd ma forces
Like moses in d jungle with no shoes acepting nd killing em losses
Straight like ma six inch I speak d truth if you think I lie
ask em pu**ies or d misses whos deir bosss that bursess...
ND DEY GON TELL YOU ITS #G baba

Hiphop is dead,I'm getting married to Aaliyah's ghost/
Tupac the best man is ready for an after wedding hard hitting quote/
Wrote my vows in Big L's rhyme note/
......Then I went to the tailor for re-adjustments just to get a slim fitted Big punisher's coat/


100 grand man but I live underground where the fun is/
Cold world,I'm afraid to come out like gays in 3rd world countries/
I live that good life,burn trees/
Pile up and sell the dope I got from my connect just to get more gees/ mugeez
.....I'm an ambitious son of a gun even took the region where my 'Pa dey' without referring to R2Bees/


Even when I'm not included in that cypher of gods/
I still swinged swords with Zeus/
Had my dick stuck in 'medusa' vocal cord/
I call that a 'hard' Mouth Action/
My writtens like medical books...too many words/
....Like obedient comfortable mental patients....you won't see me running out of 'words'/


My writtens like scientific research patents/
I'm too lyrical for em..they can't get it if they aint in my gradient/
...Go hard but the scene aint deep like average Kitty-cats of asians/
so I became a textcee,paid the dues and rents/
....So I can afford room for improvements and deprive all of you air like spoilt air vents/
EASY!!

JigsawKillah:

Lost! A poet tryin' to be a battler, I missed my way

You catched excellence with poetry . I connect to the reality of your lyrics( straight up street talk)

Kineticist:
Hiphop is dead,I'm getting married to Aaliyah's ghost/
Tupac the best man is ready for an after wedding hard hitting quote/
Wrote my vows in Big L's rhyme note/
......Then I went to the tailor for re-adjustments just to get a slim fitted Big punisher's coat/

Hip-Hop cannot die ,it can't be touched ....Hip-Hop is immortal.

I like the way you rainbow those names .



I break camp seeing preys surround for stretch wisdom
International papers carried my articles of camp freedom
Finish your teas I got deadlines for tough breaks
The fire works of my miracles bushes all snakes
Above the seas hooks blurring moments of mighty crumbles
Smells of deaths fragrance jews.. disunites infidels rumbles
You spin wheels now you script with regret of gospel
Sleep to get codes sometimes dreams be hostile
World on my shoulder told the King using sh*t for bio fuel
Secretly jewel resource unknown as energy ..oppose her cruel
Karma winds truth ..getting joyless presenting withness
Obsessed by Hitler ...verdicts comes ,handle your business
Verily verily good news of prophets not watering Jehova painting
Give mankind the world ..quest of our request be unsailing
None took a deep oxygen bout congress feeding rhymes
The odds against negros knowing not their bloodlines
We nourish on proverbs ...our prayers bullentin on set days
Evolution hearts brought essence ...The priest addicted to what pays
Ecosystem going nuclear we tweet travels holding breadth
Our darkness building society of immortals ...language is death
Speeches full of medias verbs making us play victims
African poems a virus to populace ..we served without reasons
Passion of lies , is it what immense youths crave for
We slaves to conversation , truth cold at its peak before
I share temples to Arabian souls searching heavenly principles
Are we blind to miracle not sensing dove ...or God invisible

This was in 2012 when I was voted Music section poster of the year.

Hehe Jackpot; I see you Efe!!

Ok lets go . . .

Lalaboiy . . Knows this/ voters gave me this trophy/ cos in this axis . . Im well known by all and sundry/
So call me . . the championship . . like the English 2nd tier football league!/

Amblors . . Im so sorry/ . . . but you lost your crew/ you paid 'em to rob for you . . Until ma price made them give up on you/
Cos I stash cash like ATMs . . And make voters withdraw from you!!/

OMG . . They JOBbed you like it was they profession/ even ya chick did same . . but she told me not to mention/
What I write Inspire(d) [b]M[/b]en . . like the mod of Auto section!/

I kept brandishing money . . Now my hommies . . are on a real champaigne popping/
You are so broke . . Ya friends found you wanting/ you couldnt throw papers to save ya head . . How come you gave ya comrades nothing/Thats rather daunting/
But as Petr . . my 'cheque' pay pals . . (paypals) like the online money company!/

Ask Ogaga . . I leave these girls impressed . . with the bars I render/ ma cash keep bulging once I step on the arena/
Even United's strikers couldnt ball enough . . to sur-pass ma cheddar (Macheda)!/

Tosin its so clear . . Ya fans won me this bout/ so i advice you shut ya b!tçhy mouth/
Cos i wrote my posts in 'fowl' language . . to make ya voters 'chicken' out!/

Infact . .my victory almost broke yo home/ ya wife couldnt quit the disturb on phone/ until I came over . . and slid her some chromosones/
So keep-with-the flow . . or ya views will face resistance . . like volts of ohms!/

Tosin see . . I and victory stick together . . like pages on Encomium/ cos when I mount on the podium/ I never fail to thril the auditorium/
No other can cook better rhymes . . You bet they dont know all their onions!/

Like words from Sanusi . . on fuel subsidy/ Jackpot claimed my triumph was so convincing/
Best believe . . The poll was no offshore drilling/
So Mukina equally can attest . . that Mikuz did not rig it!/

Im old in this block . . Im no New Kid/ my speeches . . make you to-wish-on (tuition) like Babcock school fees/
Even little Efe knows . . I script more 'puns' than adult movies!!/

Tosin I go give you red eye o!!

mikuz:

This was in 2012 when I was voted Music section poster of the year.

Hehe Jackpot; I see you Efe!!

Ok lets go . . .

Lalaboiy . . Knows this/ voters gave me this trophy/ cos in this axis . . Im well known by all and sundry/
So call me . . the championship . . like the English 2nd tier football league!/

Amblors . . Im so sorry/ . . . but you lost your crew/ you paid 'em to rob for you . . Until ma price made them give up on you/
Cos I stash cash like ATMs . . And make voters withdraw from you!!/

OMG . . They JOBbed you like it was they profession/ even ya chick did same . . but she told me not to mention/
What I write Inspire(d) [b]M[/b]en . . like the mod of Auto section!/

I kept brandishing money . . Now my hommies . . are on a real champaigne popping/
You are so broke . . Ya friends found you wanting/ you couldnt throw papers to save ya head . . How come you gave ya comrades nothing/Thats rather daunting/
But as Petr . . my 'cheque' pay pals . . (paypals) like the online money company!/

Ask Ogaga . . I leave these girls impressed . . with the bars I render/ ma cash keep bulging once I step on the arena/
Even United's strikers couldnt ball enough . . to sur-pass ma cheddar (Macheda)!/

Tosin its so clear . . Ya fans won me this bout/ so i advice you shut ya b!tçhy mouth/
Cos i wrote my posts in 'fowl' language . . to make ya voters 'chicken' out!/

Infact . .my victory almost broke yo home/ ya wife couldnt quit the disturb on phone/ until I came over . . and slid her some chromosones/
So keep-with-the flow . . or ya views will face resistance . . like volts of ohms!/

Tosin see . . I and victory stick together . . like pages on Encomium/ cos when I mount on the podium/ I never fail to thril the auditorium/
No other can cook better rhymes . . You bet they dont know all their onions!/

Like words from Sanusi . . on fuel subsidy/ Jackpot claimed my triumph was so convincing/
Best believe . . The poll was no offshore drilling/
So Mukina equally can attest . . that Mikuz did not rig it!/

Im old in this block . . Im no New Kid/ my speeches . . make you to-wish-on (tuition) like Babcock school fees/
Even little Efe knows . . I script more 'puns' than adult movies!!/

Tosin I go give you red eye o!!

Are you trying to say something about Goshikid?

I saw some of my build ups in his verse even. . . I just floored his chin/ and deformed his pen/. . . but since it was build-ups only, I didn't bother to comment.

Goshipig the biter. BARS sibling

Freestyle @ Pundad

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I handle Uzis/ to dispatch real pussies/ so go self-service yourself or get dismantled rudely/
. . cos if you try to ffuck with Mik . . I ll reach for ma arm and quickly 'shoot Pun' like I'm making an adult movie!/

He ll meet his maker as I blast the fellow to heaven/ cos II have explosives expose his rectum/ and reveal his endo skeleton/
. . . . . when the bombs go [i]booooooom[i/] like [i]Tecno j7![i/]/

How can this ggay trill you fellas?/ he deserves to be jailed like forever/
. . cos ffags keep this Man United when they sandwich him with cocks and leave him 'between the sticks' like David De Gea!/

I slay niggas, like a trained killer/ so when I aim triggers/ he ll flee town and head for his villa . . .
. . cos as bullets rip his province, you ll see him run and desert City like James Milner!/

This fight is like Jigga and Solange/ cos I'm battling a bbitch who's a weakling in rap/ you ll get torn apart when I split ya with the mags/
. . cos I'm bringing the guns to 'Bag Dad' like arms dealers in Iraq!/

These strikes ll dismember your limbs/ you get taught a lesson with scripts/ with every verse that I sling/
. . . cos for tryna mess with the king . . . I'll take this kid to school like September 14th!/

This geek is a coward in a way/ he says he ll stand me when I bring the burners to spray/
. . . but moment he sees the guns cocking . . you ll see him screaming Mikuz 'Mellow Mellow' like Olamide!/
They ll prepare him a casket/ when I have air bombardment sent to his address/
. . cos I ll blow his roof off and expose his properties like I'm declaring his assets!/

This is a landslide victory for Mikuz/ a clear whitewash, he got skinned in the booth/
. . but if he claim this battle was a 'nail biter' he'll get a screw drilled to his tooth!/

Y'all girl run to me each time the shawty is cold/
So her clit is where I always ccum and unload/
No time for decision making . . I lay her along the highway. .
. . It's a 'fork in the road'!/

Ibime:


Are you trying to say something about Goshikid?

I saw some of my build ups in his verse even. . . I just floored his chin/ and deformed his pen/. . . but since it was build-ups only, I didn't bother to comment.

dude jacked it from your thunderstorm battle

Ibime:


Are you trying to say something about Goshikid?

I saw some of my build ups in his verse even. . . I just floored his chin/ and deformed his pen/. . . but since it was build-ups only, I didn't bother to comment.

Hahaha. . . that punch sounded so familiar, I had to google it. I can't stop laughing.

mikuz:
Freestyle @ Pundad

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I handle Uzis/ to dispatch real pussies/ so go self-service yourself or get dismantled rudely/
. . cos if you try to ffuck with Mik . . I ll reach for ma arm and quickly 'shoot Pun' like I'm making an adult movie!/

He ll meet his maker as I blast the fellow to heaven/ cos II have explosives expose his rectum/ and reveal his endo skeleton/
. . . . . when the bombs go [i]booooooom[i/] like [i]Tecno j7![i/]/

How can this ggay trill you fellas?/ he deserves to be jailed like forever/
. . cos ffags keep this Man United when they sandwich him with cocks and leave him 'between the sticks' like David De Gea!/

I slay niggas, like a trained killer/ so when I aim triggers/ he ll flee town and head for his villa . . .
. . cos as bullets rip his province, you ll see him run and desert City like James Milner!/

This fight is like Jigga and Solange/ cos I'm battling a bbitch who's a weakling in rap/ you ll get torn apart when I split ya with the mags/
. . cos I'm bringing the guns to 'Bag Dad' like arms dealers in Iraq!/

These strikes ll dismember your limbs/ you get taught a lesson with scripts/ with every verse that I sling/
. . . cos for tryna mess with the king . . . I'll take this kid to school like September 14th!/

This geek is a coward in a way/ he says he ll stand me when I bring the burners to spray/
. . . but moment he sees the guns cocking . . you ll see him screaming Mikuz 'Mellow Mellow' like Olamide!/
They ll prepare him a casket/ when I have air bombardment sent to his address/
. . cos I ll blow his roof off and expose his properties like I'm declaring his assets!/

This is a landslide victory for Mikuz/ a clear whitewash, he got skinned in the booth/
. . but if he claim this battle was a 'nail biter' he'll get a screw drilled to his tooth!/

Y'all girl run to me each time the shawty is cold/
So her clit is where I always ccum and unload/
No time for decision making . . I lay her along the highway. .
. . It's a 'fork in the road'!/

Freestyle....

You can't PASS me cos I am the greatTEST//
next to me kendrick after him I am the best//
my lines align to God, yes the bring peace//
but urs align fish, Bleep it, pieces(pisces)!//
I'm bout the take over the world like in turtle ninjas like crane//
but try and fail everyday,...pinky and brain!!
this cause you pain..drain..drives you carzy insane//
while I RAIN...only DROP to ahead of my lane.


KARO

Hey! When i'm i getting a match here na , i've been making a call out since only God knows when.... Open c/o to mikuz

Its another one!!

Nigga I ball, nobody does it better // you haven't heard cos you lame like beggars in yaba // like your grades in school nigga I'm a F'in problem // you know, I go, hard when I switch flows like the atlantic by the beach // yh, not a calabar boy, but I derive pleasure in eating up your bitch // karo is the man like double o seven(007) // niggas couldn't stand above me, since I showed them defeat(the feet) in two double o seven(2007) // punchline king, word play general // we only come thru to a place tag your funeral // I swear to god I'll buy the coffin(coffee) for your wake keeping // still you're dead, Dust Eventually After Digging (D.E.A.D) // ha ha, I laugh harder, karo's their father // you can't test(taste) me nigga I'm a born devourer // spit fire, earth, air, water, a born avater // scarter your brain with my lines, call it mental disorder // be a good father and stop so I could end the murder(mother)

Open c/o 10bars

Wildvoice:
Open c/o 10bars

i Wan Accept But You Musta Drop Some Bars Here First...make I Know The Kind Slaughter Am Up For..

Whether Im #Hunting a Legend?, a 'top tier vet' or another noob?, they all fall in the Same Manner by the
Same Sword; aint Nothing New!.
.but with Sam. .if I dont swing like
'conan?', then its nothing to start
Dumping the Wesson 'n' rearrange his Brain Matter, bullets scorching his Frame Torched cos I let off fire when my Tommy Spew!. . . . .
((Tommy-Tommy Gun)). . . Lyrically?, you can fire your 4s, 5s,
or even 9s At Me, and when you
miss!, I'll stroke my blade across
your back an force it upward
towards ya mind just so I can get
my 'point across' in time upon your Spine Gladly!. . . . .((4s, 5s, 9s-
Handguns)). . . Im bloody crazy with the Rhymes
Sammy!. .demented with sentence
I Type Gradually!. .and you an
your crew (Quake) are like 'lego'
so as we coinSIDE Battling, Im a
pull yous apart and breakdown ya Designs Badly!.....And
Pennyless Quake claims to drop
that original style?, Bleep NO!!!

Supermiy:
i Wan Accept But You Musta Drop Some Bars Here First...make I Know The Kind Slaughter Am Up For..

Here

Its been long i freestyled

The clock chimes with the hands of time in motion, toastin the emo)tion..//

Coastin waves its ocean, enslaves the notion, that my mind state an island remote of devotion..//

Solo individual with no compounds or plurals, I paint my own third eye n phat capped the murals..//

Envision the free-flow in mind, just to remission the che-mo in lines..//

I'll crack yo knee caps for submission to mecca east shine..//

Ada so raw beef deteriorates and goes off, stick a fa'g in yo mouth, coz u do oral n blow cocck..//

Wildvoice:
Here

'ccepted Then..But After The Tourney Tho..Get Your 10 Bars Ready!