Alexpissu:
Who's next in line to talk about earth's layer/

...verse players, unrehearsed layups, coz I'm a star against these ball bags with no nerve to stay up...

Fakers n haters offering bull on a platter, than eating that stool like the fool mad hatter...

Bragging in chatter, like Eke's on ladder, still no game being won, same stage only scattered...

Scars on monikers lemon twist on Lewinsky, bad belle in spirits jin tonic n whiskey...

Hello kitty niggaz flimsy puceez so itchy, should have used soap bars, coz y'all winches are bit'chy...

Alexpissu:
Imagine the hypocrisy obsession fueling rap section/
No Pac expression...who translates MODs direction?/
Unstructured brawls...parading criminal minded votes/
Few notes stamped on election oaths/
Bye-bye to religion principles ..verses they ridicule/
Sunday bars for miracles...testimonies is miniscule/
Sacrifice my time to revenge deaths of dead poets/
My secrets complex...let's pause for lowest/
Empty hearts screaming..Fela song upon sight/
Beggars of height,swaying off intellect fight/
Internet justice more like drunks making judges/
Light the torch to touch sinners with grudges/
They became slaves to rhymes...words turning graves/
Man still in caves with false concept...fading waves of braves/
Are shadows in heaven before I say a prayer/
Who's next in line to talk about earth's layer/

Please don't jampack your bars like that again, I almost over looked it!

tysonnn:

i was gonna like this verse - until i saw this demoting wack end/
i never knew textcees could text-rap with an ibotic accent/

ya prolly talk with R missing/ you can't cluck ya tongue without hissing/

at the bukka, you ask for price and lists/
then you go like, "l want to buy LICE n beans"/

i know you can rhyme at least/
buh why did you rhyme crenching and breaking?/
with an accent like that, you prolly pronounce messi as maysi/

you gon have a problem reading this script/ because it's had too many R's filling it since/

tyson is back! I'm killing this sh!t/ squeezing me fists/ throwing jabs that drops singles anyhow. hope you feeling the hits/

i'm a cross-breed of a lion n a python/ i'll eat ya for food sake, +++ sh1t ya for poo sake +++, get tied in a nylon/ shot-put you into where flies will be dining/

tyson is bad/ i kill with a gargantuan attack/
i'm always the first, niggas lag at me back/
we only see niggas behind mikuz, when they banging him hard/


if he tries beef, he gets gored in an attempt/
mikuzz gets slaughtered and annexed/
then i slit his tongue to cure his bad accent/

Mehn dis got me laffing/
Flared up wid punches.. I dare u tyson/
U jump on dis flow? Fams wud watch u drowning/
Ur wake keep wid be so full of joy! Evn d gats be clapping! /


Bleep et.. U is broke.... U poo in a nylon/
Evn beggers dnt do such where am frm/
Ur looks? I cnt imagine... Son! /
Am scared to see a mammal wid two horns/
C dis punchlines cud flip hard..
Nd scorn u real bad
It a middle east harzard
U lossing ur mom in Baghdad
Ur family wud be a flop... Bt ur relative wid get ur ashes in return/



Am nt knwn in dis domain bt am bringing et loud/
Playing ur spinal cord.. Till am crafting sweet sound/
Pow pow.... Den d punches will land/
My nines has no roster! See u are taking all rounds/
Truth is am reigning here.. Cos evn wen my cliques storm here! U wunt forcast d downpour via watching d clouds!!



Benedicamus dominus

Alexpissu:
Imagine the hypocrisy obsession fueling rap section/ No Pac expression...who translates MODs direction?/Unstructured brawls...parading criminal minded votes/

Brouhaha.

busterking95:







Mehn dis got me laffing/
Flared up wid punches.. I dare u tyson/
U jump on dis flow? Fams wud watch u drowning/
Ur wake keep wid be so full of joy! Evn d gats be clapping! /


Bleep et.. U is broke.... U poo in a nylon/
Evn beggers dnt do such where am frm/
Ur looks? I cnt imagine... Son! /
Am scared to see a mammal wid two horns/
C dis punchlines cud flip hard..
Nd scorn u real bad
It a middle east harzard
U lossing ur mom in Baghdad
Ur family wud be a flop... Bt ur relative wid get ur ashes in return/



Am nt knwn in dis domain bt am bringing et loud/
Playing ur spinal cord.. Till am crafting sweet sound/
Pow pow.... Den d punches will land/
My nines has no roster! See u are taking all rounds/
Truth is am reigning here.. Cos evn wen my cliques storm here! U wunt forcast d downpour via watching d clouds!!



Benedicamus dominus

You'll always be a dumb king every year/ my punches so loud even heaven hear/ you're not a superstar, you is a scary bear/
The only time you're reigning, is when i spread ur blood everywhere/

My acidic bars affect his vain/ one punch will make this king miss and/ he will still appear in a risk scene/ cos I will boss da king and make him a slave in this game/

No more punching/ but next time u talk shiit I'll be crushing/ your life, and ya soul I'll be munching/ I killed u in a midday, and that's lunching/

What's there to really spit out ur heart/ nothin' to cover, not ashamed screamin' louder my stats/
I've [size=19pt]LOST TWICE[/size] in my career and long gotten over the defeat unlike you PDP counterparts/

First off SawKillah, ur opener free was a sour start/ what u brought is light, up NEPA . off torch/
Your verse “changed” from better to worse/ with “meta more forced!!”/

You've never been rich with ideas in this sport/ Mr. Man, you have plenty in mind but difficult work to have 'em emotions spewed/
you're a lean guard, a poor gateman, I could say more . . . ur tattered red shirt n white short is exposin' yu/

You intend proposin' too?/ u a dunce, ..let me remind you, that's a high-value target/
How do you intend to float a business, when you've not bought a life jacket/

Words to stab u dead. i've my knife, gadget/ anytime we tackle, its sorrow im bringin' intruder/
I must have have your family cursed, and ur 'boo dissed' ...I don't follow the teachin' of Buddha/

Read my lyrics, its hollow, still slittin' n smoother/ what I spill throughout are bomb rhymes that hack, slays/
check the library you never find any of my line in our book of dumblines and wackplays/

As I spew on the mic, they hum mine, the track, says/ 2015 has been my year, I'm havin' the season spiced/
supporters can't help it, my lyrics gettin' this witness psyched/
Just look @ the way they muscle their way through the crowd to touch this rapper, Jesus Christ!/

His 10 goals means nothin' 2-0ll of 'em, I'm the one the people liked/
And cos I always come out winner Vs opponents/
. . . computer programmers created me their player of the moment, im sorry Victor Osimhen/

Alexpissu:
Imagine the hypocrisy obsession fueling rap section/ No Pac expression...who translates MODs direction?/Unstructured brawls...parading criminal minded votes/Few notes stamped on election oaths/Bye-bye to religion principles ..verses they ridicule/Sunday bars for miracles...testimonies is miniscule/Sacrifice my time to revenge deaths of dead poets/My secrets complex...let's pause for lowest/Empty hearts screaming..Fela song upon sight/Beggars of height,swaying off intellect fight/Internet justice more like drunks making judges/Light the torch to touch sinners with grudges/They became slaves to rhymes...words turning graves/Man still in caves with false concept...fading waves of braves/Are shadows in heaven before I say a prayer/Who's next in line to talk about earth's layer/

i call u out

Darkenedrebel are u still interested in d brawl, lets make it saturday or Sunday. 6 bars only

09-11-2015


The lie is tellin' you this script is written/
In as much as this shii is bloody, hell be let loose when i'm bringing pre-written!/
Impeccable when i rap, but your bars?? Please! Pleeaasse!! Its sickening!/
Bring ya gangs, flip da macs, you'll see the 'fours' err where like a state of emergency or military regime!/

The tactics Y'all duckling loses/
Your rap doesn't 'cleave-edge' like its 'stuck in boobies' !/
my punches ruin peeps/
And this would be like a 'swear to 007 sister' its 'causing bruises'/

We doubt your scripts, yes fool!/
You think what this gays bring wreck crews?/
Call a nigga, he should assemble his gang buh you'll see him 'lose-his-team' like his 'out of impetus'!/

JigsawKillah:



Please don't jampack your bars like that again, I almost over looked it!

no vex...I was using mobile to script.

Hmmm. ,

Am urge you to move outa my way thank you Am not the one that tries if we talking about hip hop what I do on the Mic is like Usain on that field track I go hard this Mic I abuse it fake emcees they come I still bruise it no deal with Nike but still does it Dinning with Kings but still walk with serpents
I spit flows like a spitting Cobra sleeping on me you need another pillow Don't cry for me when am gone. The devil gonna be singing a sad song like Bob Marley I don't wanna wait in vein Kicking all of u lyrically am Van Demm I hustle 6to6 that's why i stay on top
They tryna do what I do tryna copy my flow I still flow like a preacher mafuckers be taking shots at me Coz they don't know who I am. I don't dream Am living my dream Am in love with riches conversating with money I don't talk I let money talk for me. Lemme catch u taking shots at me Am gonna tame u can't u see am the king in the game and your fans are saying bloody fool we ain't on the same level so I don't know what you hating for.
Shots at me? that's suicide it's star22

Mariostar:
Don't cry for me when am gone. The devil gonna be singing a sad song
like Bob Marley I don't wanna wait in vein
Kicking all of u lyrically am Van Demm
I hustle 6to6 that's why i stay on top

Um.

Mariostar:

it's star22

yur 2go name .shey?

LhoOd:

yur 2go name .shey?

yes it is but I ain't gat eccess to it anymore

Rage crept inside with no sympathy
for mankind
Blood thirsty in it demise
The devil lived in it eyes
Beastly in disguise
666 math on revise
Speak in riddles to the deathly child
Left in tears by the wept-filled nile
Sailed the coast of hatred
With demons as host of patrons
Took the route where vengeance
mated with revenge it soulful matron
Fists formed in to door kno'ckers
for faces to be hit
Left cerebrals brain dead
So morticians could show more wits

Classsyalabolas:


because you were preoccupied with biting lyrics...weren't you just kicked out of RG for plagiarizing in your medley with Ink? and you still have the effrontery to come here.. .wacko jacko. .the next time you're composing your rëtarded verses, make sure to keep my name out of it. I'm allegic to weak emcees.. .

Who be this one again?

Quick Freestyle

i'm winning, i'm celebrating/ rhymes spinning when i'm chilling, my pen is blazing/ i'm decking haters/ i rock and soil up your face like denudation/
a punch lands you a yard away, like getting acres/ .... I'm a deadly native/ of hell n hades/ .... see poosies mewing around me, cos i dealt with ladies/
i've got several lives, this is my second, maybe/ you niggas are scared of death, while death is scared to face me/
you sink, you're very lazy/
yo i stayed untop these flows, with no live jacket to elevate me/ ...i'm way brilliant/ like pubic hair; l stay hidden,/ ambush dopeheads., stuff their skull with real weeds .... Like obssessed vegetarians/
some dudes lack education/ but you're full of wishes/ you had never been in a school ..... Until you were found in the ocean, mingling with a group of fishes/
i hate fools n b1tches,/ ugly tools n sn1tches/ your presence could make an ape run; yet you ain't good with dishes/
always, my scripts are troubling/ they make one get hot tempered - my schemes are scorching/
so when my diss is dropping/ - i get a pot of water ready .... Cos it leaves niggas boiling/
i've hexed the meanest goblins/ magically unmatched, lyrical wizard brawling/ at a swing, you see many geezers falling/
but i'll still get more garnered dead; merlin's bizzare calling/





max!

Freestyle......

No one gives shit bout thiz niqqer we've gat bigger issues at Hand WHITLOW/ fcking Racist, he's not Pinocchio buh each time he lies his "kneel grows"/ NEGROES / I slit the throat of fat HoeS/ i don't give a shit if you're the offspring of Claire Bennet and Clark Kent you'll Never be a Hero/ can't yhu see am your fcking mist how can yhu make hay while the SunshInE/ I scorch Minds/ you'd never win this race TEMPLE RUN/ I slay beast and goblins am the SEVENTH SON/ toss this bastard of a fcking cliff now yhu know the Depth of my WICKEDNESS/


fcking gay ass rapper, he's the type of niqqer that smiles when he sees the sign "MEN AT WORK/ y'all berra CHANGE YA LOCKS/ he'd sneak into a male hostel to RAPEE AND FCK/ in this game of THRONES/ I'd break ya BONES/ mudafcker yhu know nothing like JOHN SNOW/ yhu jez roll along wid ya fellow whaCks DUNLOP/ heheheheh I know you're a LANNISTER the typa niqqer that Bangs his SISTER/ while peeping from the window no VISTA/ I spit acid to make ya skin BLISTER/pussy ass nigger bearing the title MISTER/ yhu sealed ya fate when yhu Decided to DancE with this DRAGON/ I'd never drag on a battle like ERAGON/ clumsy bastard!

wintersnow:
Freestyle......

No one gives shit bout thiz niqqer we've gat bigger issues at Hand WHITLOW/ fcking Racist, he's not Pinocchio buh each time he lies his "kneel grows"/ NEGROES / I slit the throat of fat HoeS/ i don't give a shit if you're the offspring of Claire Bennet and Clark Kent you'll Never be a Hero/ can't yhu see am your fcking mist how can yhu make hay while the SunshInE/ I scorch Minds/ you'd never win this race TEMPLE RUN/ I slay beast and goblins am the SEVENTH SON/ toss this bastard of a fcking cliff now yhu know the Depth of my WICKEDNESS/


fcking gay ass rapper, he's the type of niqqer that smiles when he sees the sign "MEN AT WORK/ y'all berra CHANGE YA LOCKS/ he'd sneak into a male hostel to RAPEE AND FCK/ in this game of THRONES/ I'd break ya BONES/ mudafcker yhu know nothing like JOHN SNOW/ yhu jez roll along wid ya fellow whaCks DUNLOP/ heheheheh I know you're a LANNISTER the typa niqqer that Bangs his SISTER/ while peeping from the window no VISTA/ I spit acid to make ya skin BLISTER/pussy ass nigger bearing the title MISTER/ yhu sealed ya fate when yhu Decided to DancE with this DRAGON/ I'd never drag on a battle like ERAGON/ clumsy bastard!

I just don't get it?

AM LYRICALLY MADDENIN/ AM LRICALLY GROWING/ AM ALREADY THERE NO BE HYPE OOH/ YUH TRY ME I SWEAR AMA BLEACH YUH LIKE HYPO/ KILLING SHII/ AM THE REAL GEE/ BY THE TIME AM DONE WITH YUH GOTTA GOT BRUSISE LIKE YUH FOUGHT WITH JET LII/ THE KING IS HERE SHOUT OUT TO BANGA LEE/ MY GEES REPPING ME THEY SAY AM A COOL CAT/ FEGGE REMAINS MY HOOD THAT’S ALSO A COOL FACT/ ATTENTION/ I ALONE AM A RAP NATION/ YUH TINK YUH GOT BARS I GOTTA LOCK YUH UP POLICE STATION/ I SALUTE ALL GEES WHO BEEN TOOING THEE PATH BEFORE NOW/ I AM IFYCALEX AM RENOWNED/ THESE DAYS WHEN THEY SEE ME THEY FROWN FACE/ AINT WE IN THE THE SAME RACE/ THEN SO WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YUH TO MATCH MY PACE/ THE ANSA IS SO SIMPLE AM BETA THAN YUH, WE ARE AINT MATE, AM BIGGER THAN YUH/ YUH LUK SO PALE ARE YUH SUFFERING FROM BIRD FLU/ UR BAE IS HERE SHE IS WEARING MY GIVENCHI POLO WITH NOTHING UNDER HER/ IT SEEM LIKE YUH MISS HER/ IF YUH SEE HER NOW YUH CANT EVEN RECOGNIZE HER/ I HAVE BLUSHED HER/ SHE NOW LUK LIKE AN HALFCAST/ SHE NOW REFER TEW YUH AS AN OUTCAST/ HOMMIE UR LOSING IT BETA USE UR BRAIN FAST/ OR RATHER SKIP BREAKFAST/

Haba

ELYMAXiimus:
Quick Freestyle

i'm winning, i'm celebrating/ rhymes spinning when i'm chilling, my pen is blazing/ i'm decking haters/ i rock and soil up your face like denudation/
a punch lands you a yard away, like getting acres/ .... I'm a deadly native/ of hell n hades/ .... see poosies mewing around me, cos i dealt with ladies/
i've got several lives, this is my second, maybe/ you niggas are scared of death, while death is scared to face me/
you sink, you're very lazy/
yo i stayed untop these flows, with no live jacket to elevate me/ ...i'm way brilliant/ like pubic hair; l stay hidden,/ ambush dopeheads., stuff their skull with real weeds .... Like obssessed vegetarians/
some dudes lack education/ but you're full of wishes/ you had never been in a school ..... Until you were found in the ocean, mingling with a group of fishes/
i hate fools n b1tches,/ ugly tools n sn1tches/ your presence could make an ape run; yet you ain't good with dishes/
always, my scripts are troubling/ they make one get hot tempered - my schemes are scorching/
so when my diss is dropping/ - i get a pot of water ready .... Cos it leaves niggas boiling/
i've hexed the meanest goblins/ magically unmatched, lyrical wizard brawling/ at a swing, you see many geezers falling/
but i'll still get more garnered dead; merlin's bizzare calling/





max!

nice

I'm evil, very brash, brute/ bully to pieces all these ass, newts/
Grippin' necks the same way I grip 'cutlass' . . . that's how we deal with people at the 'grassroot!'/

I'm in charge so don't be dumb to challenge me/ 'cos to start with, I'll slit your thumb so angrily/
I hold this base meanin' u can't be "above this president", unless u speakin' to me from the balcony/

These writer don't know what they say, after they'll form super cracks with nerve/ oh boy! Pack ur beefy snacks n swerve/
Talkin' money when they're cash-less. with such impression, you know they lack the verve/

The world could testify to what I chant n dotted/ no be rant or rottens/
What I bring is fresh, won't find 'em elsewhere, homologous to military jets flyin' “under the radar”. . . “can't be spotted!!”/

Fully loaded when we onto some raw strategy, steps/ enough to waste, gathered more gadgetry techs/
sprayin at minimum, '100 rounds', . . . . pure 'fantasy sex!'/

Spotless chicks @ my beckoning when I'm placin' holy order/ you see, that's the diff. between us importers/
Y'all ask for any 'gal pin', reppin' randy BBC reporters/

The innocent V-girl ignorant o' my Hot n HARD Flared BRICK/ I pulled up, eyes popped, her stares thick/
What's that "1" rod b'tween ur legs?, ...these?? I replied, nothin' threatenin' just a "bare stick!!"/ . . . DON'T BE SCARED PRICK/

We don't mean to “attack characters” with dark writtens/ wait a minute, what's that behind?? A black kitten?/

Lemme see . . . .smh....

...carryin' a bulldog on ur back, and you complain of being “backbitten!!”/

ELYMAXiimus:
Quick Freestyle

i'm winning, i'm celebrating/ rhymes spinning when i'm chilling, my pen is blazing/ i'm decking haters/ i rock and soil up your face like denudation/
a punch lands you a yard away, like getting acres/ .... I'm a deadly native/ of hell n hades/ .... see poosies mewing around me, cos i dealt with ladies/
i've got several lives, this is my second, maybe/ you niggas are scared of death, while death is scared to face me/
you sink, you're very lazy/
yo i stayed untop these flows, with no live jacket to elevate me/ ...i'm way brilliant/ like pubic hair; l stay hidden,/ ambush dopeheads., stuff their skull with real weeds .... Like obssessed vegetarians/
some dudes lack education/ but you're full of wishes/ you had never been in a school ..... Until you were found in the ocean, mingling with a group of fishes/
i hate fools n b1tches,/ ugly tools n sn1tches/ your presence could make an ape run; yet you ain't good with dishes/
always, my scripts are troubling/ they make one get hot tempered - my schemes are scorching/
so when my diss is dropping/ - i get a pot of water ready .... Cos it leaves niggas boiling/
i've hexed the meanest goblins/ magically unmatched, lyrical wizard brawling/ at a swing, you see many geezers falling/
but i'll still get more garnered dead; merlin's bizzare calling/





max!

This verse is döpe..and before it gets too cliche, let it be known to all that I started the underlining of punchline signature

OPen call out

Raw freestyle. .


I'll attack your neighbours/ beat em to pulp and cut their backs with razors/ you're wack. . . Look at the crap you gave us/ you're only making a fool of yourself like Dark signature/
Quit rap, get a life, go back to mama/ stop feeding us lies. . . How you blast the llama/ ask your grandma/ you're wack to rappers/ i'll smack your papa/ then blast the llama/ after i show that Mitch hell like the wife of Barrack Obama/
see i aint joking with you/ you're really wack. . . I've spoken the truth/ and now i'm approaching. . .with doom/ choking. . .with fume/ and you losing your breath. . .no one to help . . .cos you're alone in your room/ and if your hommies intrude/ then i'm showing the tools/
and my tools are tall/ i'll shoot in brawls/ and if you 'bùtt' into my business. . . Bullets will either go through your skull/ or i let it 'wring on your äss' . . .thats a 'Booty call'/
screw the funds/ i get paid enough to sponsor your fam/ i honour my fans/ and kill foes in 'a temple' for trying to 'alter' my plan'/
but If you think you're a bold writer/ and you wrote cyphers/ for ghost writers/ step up to me and get torn by cold tigers/
i never lose in bouts. . . i'm a döpe fighter/
and you bastards should fear me. . . i 'carry fire for head' like the GHOSTWRITER!!

Booty call is my bar paraphrased.. . make your verses syntactic...fillers are unneccesarily excessive.. .

darkenedrebel:
Booty call is my bar paraphrased.. . make your verses syntactic...fillers are unneccesarily excessive.. .

Booty Call is no man's phrase, stop being greedy.

. . .and its a 'raw freestyle' - i'll spit 80 fillers to bore the crowd to death.

Au re voir

007Bruce:
Raw freestyle. .


I'll attack your neighbours/ beat em to pulp and cut their backs with razors/ you're wack. . . Look at the crap you gave us/ you're only making a fool of yourself like Dark signature/
Quit rap, get a life, go back to mama/ stop feeding us lies. . . How you blast the llama/ ask your grandma/ you're wack to rappers/ i'll smack your papa/ then blast the llama/ after i show that Mitch hell like the wife of Barrack Obama/
see i aint joking with you/ you're really wack. . . I've spoken the truth/ and now i'm approaching. . .with doom/ choking. . .with fume/ and you losing your breath. . .no one to help . . .cos you're alone in your room/ and if your hommies intrude/ then i'm showing the tools/
and my tools are tall/ i'll shoot in brawls/ and if you 'bùtt' into my business. . . Bullets will either go through your skull/ or i let it 'wring on your äss' . . .thats a 'Booty call'/
screw the funds/ i get paid enough to sponsor your fam/ i honour my fans/ and kill foes in 'a temple' for trying to 'alter' my plan'/
but If you think you're a bold writer/ and you wrote cyphers/ for ghost writers/ step up to me and get torn by cold tigers/
i never lose in bouts. . . i'm a döpe fighter/
and you bastards should fear me. . . i 'carry fire for head' like the GHOSTWRITER!!

Urgh!

We don tire for this violence ish

MuhdG:
Urgh!
We don tire for this violence ish

i'm tired of it myself. . .