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Ibime:
. . . .


My cash coming in fast . . . you got the Patience of Job/
I vacation the globe/ from Malaysia to Rhodes/
Spending currency in Qatar . . . . they make you pay through the nose!/
You getting money is funny. . . . Dough? Ha! . . . . you gave niggas jokes!/


Goonie mentality/ I show up to battles. . . like "who be the casualty?"/
Kick niggas into orbit. . . . for acting out of this world. . . .like Clooney in gravity/
If I see beef emerging/ the eagle bursting/ I squeeze the first in/
Fúck talking. . . . all that yapping sound like Greek and German/
I pull the dezy. . . . and deliver with no fúcks given. . . .like the Hebrew virgin!/
This evil person/ will beat a feeble person/
And if a person call his people. . . .I’ll show. . . I ain’t a people’s person!/

. . Emcees is vermin. . .


. . . but Adanna is tight/ I know niggas planning to pipe/
But if any 'guy yarn her'. . . .I’ll fly his head to the 'Caribbean'. . . .when I land with the right!/
You bozo’s wrong/ My pops. . . Biafra war vet. . . that’s where I get ma mójo from/
My moms causasian. . . . so I fair well. . . .like oh, so long/
Plus bítches know my mojo is oh so long/
I toss a grenade. . . while you taking selfies. . . .that’s a photobomb!!/


Beef me. . . they’ll hang your effigy in the Vasa/
That goes for Jigsawkillah . . . .and any enemy to the master/
He claim he 'cooking' up rhymes. . . . but those KOTD styles. . . . are 'recipe' for Dizaster!/
The bars I peddle/ are carved from metal/
I beat Coogar. . . .then drowned U boat. . . . . like a Nazi vessel/
and your chick will lose love for ya . . . if she meet this party devil/
cos the díck . . . .will have her running out of romance. . . . like Darkenedrebel!/


I’ll have her screaming "gentle, gentle!"/
I steal my best friend chick. . . I ain’t sentimental/
Emaprince depressed over girl issue. . . . what you think. . . . sent E mental?!/
She beefing you?. . . I’m the cause of division/ and all of the friction/
Giving her míssionary. . . . like I’m in pastoral position. . . .after we past orál position!/


Look. . . I’m running this ring/ Y’all can’t fúck with the King/
If Max step. . . .the Desert Eagle. . . will take him under it’s wing/
So you better duck with ya crew/
I just wrote this in my office to prove I’m tougher than you/
but ya’ll better save the rebuttals. . . .cos I got budgets to do/



oNe

Ibime:
. . . .


My cash coming in fast . . . you got the Patience of Job/
I vacation the globe/ from Malaysia to Rhodes/
Spending currency in Qatar . . . . they make you pay through the nose!/
You getting money is funny. . . . Dough? Ha! . . . . you gave niggas jokes!/


Goonie mentality/ I show up to battles. . . like "who be the casualty?"/
Kick niggas into orbit. . . . for acting out of this world. . . .like Clooney in gravity/
If I see beef emerging/ the eagle bursting/ I squeeze the first in/
Fúck talking. . . . all that yapping sound like Greek and German/
I pull the dezy. . . . and deliver with no fúcks given. . . .like the Hebrew virgin!/
This evil person/ will beat a feeble person/
And if a person call his people. . . .I’ll show. . . I ain’t a people’s person!/

. . Emcees is vermin. . .


. . . but Adanna is tight/ I know niggas planning to pipe/
But if any 'guy yarn her'. . . .I’ll fly his head to the 'Caribbean'. . . .when I land with the right!/
You bozo’s wrong/ My pops. . . Biafra war vet. . . that’s where I get ma mójo from/
My moms causasian. . . . so I fair well. . . .like oh, so long/
Plus bítches know my mojo is oh so long/
I toss a grenade. . . while you taking selfies. . . .that’s a photobomb!!/


Beef me. . . they’ll hang your effigy in the Vasa/
That goes for Jigsawkillah . . . .and any enemy to the master/
He claim he 'cooking' up rhymes. . . . but those KOTD styles. . . . are 'recipe' for Dizaster!/
The bars I peddle/ are carved from metal/
I beat Coogar. . . .then drowned U boat. . . . . like a Nazi vessel/
and your chick will lose love for ya . . . if she meet this party devil/
cos the díck . . . .will have her running out of romance. . . . like Darkenedrebel!/


I’ll have her screaming "gentle, gentle!"/
I steal my best friend chick. . . I ain’t sentimental/
Emaprince depressed over girl issue. . . . what you think. . . . sent E mental?!/
She beefing you?. . . I’m the cause of division/ and all of the friction/
Giving her míssionary. . . . like I’m in pastoral position. . . .after we past orál position!/


Look. . . I’m running this ring/ Y’all can’t fúck with the King/
If Max step. . . .the Desert Eagle. . . will take him under it’s wing/
So you better duck with ya crew/
I just wrote this in my office to prove I’m tougher than you/
but ya’ll better save the rebuttals. . . .cos I got budgets to do/



oNe

darkenedrebel:
multi-syllabic rhymes on point like the pyramid...

Ibime:
. . . .


My cash coming in fast . . . you got the Patience of Job/
I vacation the globe/ from Malaysia to Rhodes/
Spending currency in Qatar . . . . they make you pay through the nose!/
You getting money is funny. . . . Dough? Ha! . . . . you gave niggas jokes!/


Goonie mentality/ I show up to battles. . . like "who be the casualty?"/
Kick niggas into orbit. . . . for acting out of this world. . . .like Clooney in gravity/
If I see beef emerging/ the eagle bursting/ I squeeze the first in/
Fúck talking. . . . all that yapping sound like Greek and German/
I pull the dezy. . . . and deliver with no fúcks given. . . .like the Hebrew virgin!/
This evil person/ will beat a feeble person/
And if a person call his people. . . .I’ll show. . . I ain’t a people’s person!/

. . Emcees is vermin. . .


. . . but Adanna is tight/ I know niggas planning to pipe/
But if any 'guy yarn her'. . . .I’ll fly his head to the 'Caribbean'. . . .when I land with the right!/
You bozo’s wrong/ My pops. . . Biafra war vet. . . that’s where I get ma mójo from/
My moms causasian. . . . so I fair well. . . .like oh, so long/
Plus bítches know my mojo is oh so long/
I toss a grenade. . . while you taking selfies. . . .that’s a photobomb!!/


Beef me. . . they’ll hang your effigy in the Vasa/
That goes for Jigsawkillah . . . .and any enemy to the master/
He claim he 'cooking' up rhymes. . . . but those KOTD styles. . . . are 'recipe' for Dizaster!/
The bars I peddle/ are carved from metal/
I beat Coogar. . . .then drowned U boat. . . . . like a Nazi vessel/
and your chick will lose love for ya . . . if she meet this party devil/
cos the díck . . . .will have her running out of romance. . . . like Darkenedrebel!/


I’ll have her screaming "gentle, gentle!"/
I steal my best friend chick. . . I ain’t sentimental/
Emaprince depressed over girl issue. . . . what you think. . . . sent E mental?!/
She beefing you?. . . I’m the cause of division/ and all of the friction/
Giving her míssionary. . . . like I’m in pastoral position. . . .after we past orál position!/


Look. . . I’m running this ring/ Y’all can’t fúck with the King/
If Max step. . . .the Desert Eagle. . . will take him under it’s wing/
So you better duck with ya crew/
I just wrote this in my office to prove I’m tougher than you/
but ya’ll better save the rebuttals. . . .cos I got budgets to do/



oNe

Ibime:
. . . .


My cash coming in fast . . . you got the Patience of Job/
I vacation the globe/ from Malaysia to Rhodes/
Spending currency in Qatar . . . . they make you pay through the nose!/
You getting money is funny. . . . Dough? Ha! . . . . you gave niggas jokes!/


Goonie mentality/ I show up to battles. . . like "who be the casualty?"/
Kick niggas into orbit. . . . for acting out of this world. . . .like Clooney in gravity/
If I see beef emerging/ the eagle bursting/ I squeeze the first in/
Fúck talking. . . . all that yapping sound like Greek and German/
I pull the dezy. . . . and deliver with no fúcks given. . . .like the Hebrew virgin!/
This evil person/ will beat a feeble person/
And if a person call his people. . . .I’ll show. . . I ain’t a people’s person!/

. . Emcees is vermin. . .


. . . but Adanna is tight/ I know niggas planning to pipe/
But if any 'guy yarn her'. . . .I’ll fly his head to the 'Caribbean'. . . .when I land with the right!/
You bozo’s wrong/ My pops. . . Biafra war vet. . . that’s where I get ma mójo from/
My moms causasian. . . . so I fair well. . . .like oh, so long/
Plus bítches know my mojo is oh so long/
I toss a grenade. . . while you taking selfies. . . .that’s a photobomb!!/


Beef me. . . they’ll hang your effigy in the Vasa/
That goes for Jigsawkillah . . . .and any enemy to the master/
He claim he 'cooking' up rhymes. . . . but those KOTD styles. . . . are 'recipe' for Dizaster!/
The bars I peddle/ are carved from metal/
I beat Coogar. . . .then drowned U boat. . . . . like a Nazi vessel/
and your chick will lose love for ya . . . if she meet this party devil/
cos the díck . . . .will have her running out of romance. . . . like Darkenedrebel!/


I’ll have her screaming "gentle, gentle!"/
I steal my best friend chick. . . I ain’t sentimental/
Emaprince depressed over girl issue. . . . what you think. . . . sent E mental?!/
She beefing you?. . . I’m the cause of division/ and all of the friction/
Giving her míssionary. . . . like I’m in pastoral position. . . .after we past orál position!/


Look. . . I’m running this ring/ Y’all can’t fúck with the King/
If Max step. . . .the Desert Eagle. . . will take him under it’s wing/
So you better duck with ya crew/
I just wrote this in my office to prove I’m tougher than you/
but ya’ll better save the rebuttals. . . .cos I got budgets to do/



oNe

Emaprince:
Hehehe...nice one ibime, but you're wrong on the cause of my depression. It can't possibly be a woman.

Lmao @ run out of romance

dj5naira:
I'm a conjurer with a different kind of views/ I raised my chair high which I pinned on a dew/
Broadcastin' on air, so y'all can 'get the wind of' the news/

ibime: I’ll have her screaming "gentle, gentle!"/
I steal my best friend chick. . . I ain’t sentimental/

Ibime:
If Mikuz dont mind me posting, I found my last verse against him that got washed away by NL crash. . .


Kingsley: boy’s name meaning King’s wood




Achebe jealous of my reign/ He envying my fame/ but can't step up to my game/
cos Kingsley couldn't be King . . .if he dropped . . . .the last four letters of his name!!/

I'm not tryna create wahala. . .

. .but his crazy father/ should be slain and battered/ for treating Igbo culture with disdain and laughter/
cos everybody knows from Umueje to Asa. . .
"Igbo enwe Eze". . . Igbo have no King. . . yet he named the maga . . . Kingsley Ezeala!/

So if you know the whereabouts of the traitor wànker/ please alert our local Ohanaeze chapter!/
And we'll be there with razor blade and hammer/ to interrogate the Anumanu over this disgraceful matter!/

You claim Opara. . . (first son)

. .like you proud of the fella/ but I doubt that hes clever/ cos he ain't counting no cheddar/
cos "Ezeala" means 'KING OF THE LAND'. . but the clown should remember/
that men in his villa/ will never consider/ a destitute nigga. . .for the 'Council of Elders'!!!/

I got the right to be harsh and abusive/ cos Kingsley means "King's wood". . . but the part I'm confused with/
is your name literally means. . . . "King's Wood, King of the Land". . .so I've smartly concluded. . .that your father is stüpid!!!/

Check his sisters facebook. . .

. . . she don't seem so fresh/ her face alone will make any negro vex/
And I don't mean no mess/. . . but the bítch look like a cross. . . between Iyabo Obasanjo. . . and Taribo West!!!/


She'll never see no séx. . .

. .cos the crazy thing?/ You couldn't pay niggas to sleep with your baby kin/
so keep your cash in the ATM. . .cos you'll never see that 'ox laid'. . . till Wenger pull out Walcott . . .for 'Chamberlain' !/

Lately, I've been hitting the gym/ Why shouldn't a nigga be slim/ if it's my wish to be as skinny as him?/
The difference is. . .I got choice in the matter. . .but na poverty cause. . .the condition he's in!!!/

What I spit is classic/ This stinking bàstard/could never rival me in any frigging aspect/
He claiming 'bucketloads of money'. . .but I'm the one 'splashing' cash. . . while this broke joker. . .got no 'liquid' assets!!/

He claim he's overseas in Bermuda/ eating fettucini with tuna/ but he's really a loser/
Airmark already proved he's jobless. . .so there's no way this 'mod rich'. . . unless we speaking of 'Luka'!/

I shoot lethal bazookas. . .

. . he never held a semi/ bullets impale his belly/ when I expel the dezy/
And I got soldiers to help defend me/. . . so even if he run from Enyimba to Gombe. . . I'll have 'Warriors' after him. . .like he's 'El-Kanemi'!!/

Breaking news!/ This ugly nigga with gaping tooth/ never tasted no ladies boobs/
So he might claim he's smooth/. . . and blessed with long díck. . .but that doesn't measure up . . .to the nàked truth!!/

I'll gut the fàg with a sword/ The last pastor I gored/ dismantled the fraud/
He claimed his 'breastplate of righteousness' could mangle a sword/
and his 'shield of faith' could stop any attack at its source/
. . but things fell apart. . .when Prekky shot Achebe . . . with the 'arrow of God'!!/

The snitch rat on his crew/ informing JTF. . . what militants are planning to do/
. . and since we savage and cruel/. . .he'll get thrown from 'High tower'. . . for telling the 'Police Academy too'!/

cos we don't condone his odd behaviour/ so watch your head when we toss the faker/from the tallest 'scraper/
And when pedestrians on ground level. . . hear the 'loud drop'. . .they'll swear the nigga falling. . .is the 'Swansea trainer'!!/

He's a fücking pretender/ I'll tear his cruciate ligament when I rumble the fella/ and cut his patella/
. . .and have him screaming "Oh-leg!!" . .as I make him 'lose knee'. . . like the former gunners defender!/


He better keep it real/ before the secret spill/that he lack the bravery to compete with skill/
cos he a spineless nigga/ so you guys on twitter/should help him buy some liver. . .like OJB Jezreel!/

Dklef:
wack
Darkrabel is better than this

Ibime:
. . . .


My cash coming in fast . . . you got the Patience of Job/
I vacation the globe/ from Malaysia to Rhodes/
Spending currency in Qatar . . . . they make you pay through the nose!/
You getting money is funny. . . . Dough? Ha! . . . . you gave niggas jokes!/


Goonie mentality/ I show up to battles. . . like "who be the casualty?"/
Kick niggas into orbit. . . . for acting out of this world. . . .like Clooney in gravity/
If I see beef emerging/ the eagle bursting/ I squeeze the first in/
Fúck talking. . . . all that yapping sound like Greek and German/
I pull the dezy. . . . and deliver with no fúcks given. . . .like the Hebrew virgin!/
This evil person/ will beat a feeble person/
And if a person call his people. . . .I’ll show. . . I ain’t a people’s person!/

. . Emcees is vermin. . .


. . . but Adanna is tight/ I know niggas planning to pipe/
But if any 'guy yarn her'. . . .I’ll fly his head to the 'Caribbean'. . . .when I land with the right!/
You bozo’s wrong/ My pops. . . Biafra war vet. . . that’s where I get ma mójo from/
My moms causasian. . . . so I fair well. . . .like oh, so long/
Plus bítches know my mojo is oh so long/
I toss a grenade. . . while you taking selfies. . . .that’s a photobomb!!/


Beef me. . . they’ll hang your effigy in the Vasa/
That goes for Jigsawkillah . . . .and any enemy to the master/
He claim he 'cooking' up rhymes. . . . but those KOTD styles. . . . are 'recipe' for Dizaster!/
The bars I peddle/ are carved from metal/
I beat Coogar. . . .then drowned U boat. . . . . like a Nazi vessel/
and your chick will lose love for ya . . . if she meet this party devil/
cos the díck . . . .will have her running out of romance. . . . like Darkenedrebel!/


I’ll have her screaming "gentle, gentle!"/
I steal my best friend chick. . . I ain’t sentimental/
Emaprince depressed over girl issue. . . . what you think. . . . sent E mental?!/
She beefing you?. . . I’m the cause of division/ and all of the friction/
Giving her míssionary. . . . like I’m in pastoral position. . . .after we past orál position!/


Look. . . I’m running this ring/ Y’all can’t fúck with the King/
If Max step. . . .the Desert Eagle. . . will take him under it’s wing/
So you better duck with ya crew/
I just wrote this in my office to prove I’m tougher than you/
but ya’ll better save the rebuttals. . . .cos I got budgets to do/



oNe

obainojazz:
Mama sick,lost to jig...and they said I aint gonn ball again/ but I gats be my own man...and I promise my bars'll maim/ any niggar dat calls my name/...coz the jazz crazy as ffuck...sky dived 48000fts...and i landed,.. On the wall of fame

Ibime:
Topnotch

JigsawKillah:
Jazz!!!

Dklef:
stop fooling yourself,

Obianojazz's wack

Adanna28:
Grotesque eyes stare back in my nightmare, only at night dare the fright scare...

Phantom shadows glide near, passage rites bare, demonic screams plight cheer, through the Ice glare...

Cerebral in shambles it gambled the essence..

like hannible lecter fried my brains n scram'bled the message..

Now I'm fuc'kin underground with flows grimy and pungent..

Decoded Dominatrix now yo cuffed in my dungeon...

Bipolar tendencies, I get colder than the north pole...

Yet you heat me up-tight like you excavating in a dwarfs hole...

Aint that slick..the way you lick n flick tongues..

goin back n forth like in a flick with equipped guns...

darkenedrebel:
multi-syllabic rhymes on point like the pyramid...

Supermiy:
just Stole My Ideas,seems you Hacked My mind Tho! ...Bars Built For The Kill,nice Work!

Adanna28:
Hacked indeed :p Thank you dear.

obainojazz:
you for spell my name well na you dey fear.....with your head like mgbomi sign board....gerrahere jare

Adanna28:
Knowledge is power and power is change..

I roll with notes to exchange so it surplus my range...

Sharp shooter puff buddah in mass, my sex appeal high class so nigga's seek after-math..

Ass so phat jupiter envies my stats, and my man loves when it claps coz it applauds on his lap...

In touch with myself my temple my health, and if I wanted I could use it for wealth...

But that brings a foul taste in my mouth and I aint bitter,
coz selling myself for cheddar get's thrown with the litter...

Keep my beauty in tact, keep my cerebal clever, always hustlin for mines chequed out jewels with the lever...

Dklef:
Ask arround, i evented english language!


Cooger knows i'm a dictator to ya'all bishes

jreyez:
Miss, this is nice, you do audio?

Supermiy:
You Rarely Freestyle This Days..Guessing You Must Be Really Buzzed Up