illoQuenz:

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Wow, I like this.

Dalu ni Amadi

Adanna28:


Dalu ni Amadi

sosiqdude:
When you bored, you write shyt!


Coming back straight from a party/ talking the craziest shyt with my paddy/ biitches with big booty are heaven they taste like candy/ you can call this A B C cause I'm fvcking 'em alphabetically with my hard D/
We cum so big but our diick was still strong and thick/when I suck kate(socket) it was like an electrical connection to her and I plug my stick/ she was shocked.. Cause much current was on my diick/
I came from the city of jungle/ where dogs and goats struggle/ early in the morning niggas smoking shty and gamble/ they said life is strong and hard but I got no muscle/ like fat joe I make it rain cause i hustle/ niggas said dey no understand my way, they comparing me with raymond smullyan puzzle/
My lines keep connecting like hotspot/ never ending like onitsha bus stop/ now whatsup...bars over bars, none stop/ now positioned to kill and I'm coming for your spot/

ZLUK:


Who be this lying bastarrd son of a thousand fathers?

sosiqdude:



Who the fvck is you to call me a bastard.... You must be out of your mind!! Biitch!!

Adanna28:

Dalu ni Amadi

ZLUK:

Who be this lying bastarrd son of a thousand fathers?

ZLUK:


What's this one saying.... Carry your lying Fargot mouth face somewhere else.... In case you miss road, this is flow for rank.... Reply with bars, but that will prolly take you a year to pen something readable

sosiqdude:



I don't know what's wrong with this biitch...you should have replied me with bars than you acting like a biitch sucking 4 c0cks the same time, you confused and u lack manners too. I can see all u want is my attention, but I ain't giving you that again...cum suck my diick BIITCH!!!

ZLUK:


Werey leleyi ni??

Shey the same dick that's smaller than a clit.... I don't blame you though, you can't be a bastard and not act a fool

If you mention me again, na Amadioha go strike you dead.... Idiot 2inched dickhead....

sosiqdude:



Lemme advice you...if you wonna be known in this section or known as a one of our female rapper here.. You first have to respect your dignity as a girl, you should stop seeking for people's attention and stop sucking around. Can't u see teddybiyasi, laveda, firsteva, gladdys them, don't you see the way they respect and behave 'em self.. Be real!!! Or cum suck my balls biitch!!

ZLUK:


This one dey mad.... Step the Bleep to one side... You can't even string simple sentences together...

And clean off that cumfilled mouth, dicckcsucker

mikuz:
You niggas are wack and daft/ but I'm more dangerous than a heart attack/
And I could bring my skill to the solar system to prove my raps are smart/
So like approaching the 'music producer' . . it's a blatant fact/ that next time you see me in a space Jet, I ll be coming to 'Mars ta craft'!/

I'm above everything thing you cats can draft/ even your lords cant match the stats/
Cos even 'Dj Coublon' can swear that my sample spats/ best what ya 'Master craft'!/

What's with the shouting?/ when you got no slugs that you mounting/ I could bleed you all with shots from a mountain/ or let you flee when my thugs bring the rounds in/
Cos you still won't be 'well armed' if you put your 'guns in a fountain'!/

Still remain a king in this part/
Two years running, ll never relinquish the cap/ but you dumb fools need to start quitting the art/
Cos you could be told to 'beef up security' and you ll go dissing your guards!/

If you're a Bagger then you must be a big bozo/
You ll get hacked with a Bblack axxe after I hit you with a sleek combo/
Cos I'm known to strike against Vikings like Lyn Oslo!/

This gent is just ddope/
Every piece I wear is all gold/
Plus my designer fittings prove that M is not broke/
So me wear Rag? Nah! . . Earl Lothbroke!

I ll upload a vid of his beating through multimedia/
And turn his fans to my staunch believers/
Plus you ll find him in Denmark when my finger touch the trigger/
. . Cos if he make me Cart a Gat . . he ll get blown to Floki's villa!

My verses are something thats written excellently/
But every thing you spits elementary/
On a daily I got tons of emails nigggas be sending me/
With hundreds of fans, while you only got Mere Two . . PDP's secretary!

You best be on alert like a guard that's on duty/ cos you might go limbless when I start grabbing an uzi/
I'm the type that spray cash for the ppussy/
Therefore you ll see me disburse the mulla after I use your hands for ritual. . .
So moment I start sharing arms money. . Call me Sabo Dasuki!/

You softer than wet pap and biscuits/
You claiming rap icon but you act a misfit/
The only time I put you on number one is when I'm tryna draft a hitlist/

dj5naira:
[/i][/b]”, we're “electricity consumers!!”/

ThunderStorm:

Bars!!!

We stay true to the beat, but lie to the game/
I get on everyone's nerves, just fight through the vein/
My name; Thunderstorm , the mighty wizard/ giving you the rhyming fever/
I'll hit you with lightening bolts, to keep you at a 'striking distance'!/

my mind delivers/ the best verse/ in no time/
but I believe in, head first, before a nose dive/
live a cold life/ and damage a beat/ like a ravaging beast/
smashing speakers
and head phones, in the war between man and machine/
I'll take a stab at the schemes/ with rhymes n its nuisance/
but I'm at the brim of insanity. . .trynna live life to its fullest/

my mind n its music/ are too inclined/
I cut my coat to my size/ and hope it suits me right/
what's the truth behind/ this rhymer's fire/ that you might admire/
well, call his name/ and he'll put off your flames/ like a fire fighter/
as trouble awakes/ what more is at stake?/
unintentionally slash wrists on purpose, and term it an honest mistake/
I'm freaking spectacular/ break links with your scapula/ when under shrooms/
and play music with your clavicle, just to produce 'caller' tunes!/

We on the desperate hunt/ for the fame n buck/
born without a silver spoon, with a plate of dust/
i'm not here to clam im god/ not here to annihilate no thug/
just wanna get down to earth . . .and raise no dust/
The spot light is just a race we lost/ we shadow chasing off, a faceless spot/
you try to rule with an iron fist, only realise , you were made to rust/
how could you relate to us/ this was the artform we were raised upon/
take my word..
we on the road to riches . . . but too broke to pay the cause/
whats fame when you cant feel safe no more/ whats skills when you cant even make a verse/
whats talent when, to get signed, you gotta become covalent with an artiste, and create a bond!/
the spotlight is on, but the rays are gone/ the title is here, but your trigger finger cant take the shots/
and when the price is right, would you be able to raise the funds?/
They say real recognise real, but im starting to feel strange to yall/
yall back on your drawing board, trynna paint me off/
In reality, there's no finishing line, from where the spotlight race begone/
so lets call it a night. . . till the break of dawn!!/

JigsawKillah:

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Long and short arms in one place like its six thirty

ThunderStorm:

Bars!!!

We stay true to the beat, but lie to the game/
I get on everyone's nerves, just fight through the vein/
My name; Thunderstorm , the mighty wizard/ giving you the rhyming fever/
I'll hit you with lightening bolts, to keep you at a 'striking distance'!/

my mind delivers/ the best verse/ in no time/
but I believe in, head first, before a nose dive/
live a cold life/ and damage a beat/ like a ravaging beast/
smashing speakers
and head phones, in the war between man and machine/
I'll take a stab at the schemes/ with rhymes n its nuisance/
but I'm at the brim of insanity. . .trynna live life to its fullest/

my mind n its music/ are too inclined/
I cut my coat to my size/ and hope it suits me right/
what's the truth behind/ this rhymer's fire/ that you might admire/
well, call his name/ and he'll put off your flames/ like a fire fighter/
as trouble awakes/ what more is at stake?/
unintentionally slash wrists on purpose, and term it an honest mistake/
I'm freaking spectacular/ break links with your scapula/ when under shrooms/
and play music with your clavicle, just to produce 'caller' tunes!/

We on the desperate hunt/ for the fame n buck/
born without a silver spoon, with a plate of dust/
i'm not here to clam im god/ not here to annihilate no thug/
just wanna get down to earth . . .and raise no dust/
The spot light is just a race we lost/ we shadow chasing off, a faceless spot/
you try to rule with an iron fist, only realise , you were made to rust/
how could you relate to us/ this was the artform we were raised upon/
take my word..
we on the road to riches . . . but too broke to pay the cause/
whats fame when you cant feel safe no more/ whats skills when you cant even make a verse/
whats talent when, to get signed, you gotta become covalent with an artiste, and create a bond!/
the spotlight is on, but the rays are gone/ the title is here, but your trigger finger cant take the shots/
and when the price is right, would you be able to raise the funds?/
They say real recognise real, but im starting to feel strange to yall/
yall back on your drawing board, trynna paint me off/
In reality, there's no finishing line, from where the spotlight race begone/
so lets call it a night. . . till the break of dawn!!/

GIYAZZ:

Juxtapose and realize you getting out rapped, son/ time you knew ain't no slot for a weak ass scum/
You made a grave mistake bringing beef down ma spot/ now the Jig is up so hit Jig up to write you an epitaph poem/
You two faced bìtch, commended my work with the awards organization/ even went ahead to confess your sincere admiration/Until you realized you're irrelevant when no nigga gave you a vote or an ovation/
Then you had the guts to open that hole in your black face to spit meaningless accusations?/

Alexpissu:
Respect to JigsawKillah,ThunderStorm,Mikuz,Limerick,dj5naira,illoQuenz,Dklef,Adanna28 and Giyazz.

Keep the bars coming ....

Dedicated

False rhymes on premises...take titles of gods without morals
Hip-Hop comic books..a parable foretold or excuses of laurels
[size=50pt]Made peace with the mic ...God flow, that was a paradox[/size]
Fly away with hawks ...whose mission was to feed the flocks
Atom of truth misunderstood in quran....bibles revised
Religion creates oppositions...Only Gandhi highly prized
Back to the rumours....If I faded or allowed textcees look identical
Conscious mindset of original poet...Am Shakespeare in physical
Crying wolf for computer list ...voices calling, cipher dying
An extra karma missed ...can't keep an eye minors multiplying
What a rhythm ? words kicking...difficulties shows what men are
2016 treat your victims not old sins ...are there no stars
Faced with giving up...Life is a horrific island , fears guaranteed
I let my hands bleed ...we make the lives we lead
Silence makes no mistakes ....every bars has its own pursuit
The vain flutes with no roots will always be mute
RAP is compromised , every words gets shorter than seconds
Their actions puts us in fears ...Is it actually PAC's methods
Signs and revelations ...Angels in disguise throwing subliminal
Is it biblical if I say preachers are worst than criminal
Sometimes they thought I was paid in full like Rakim to stay true
Robbing hearts ain't my doctrines ...am glad y'all see my art view

#Peace

illoQuenz:
Ay yo

Pass the cordless mic and let me spit that faultless rhyme
No need to buttress mines, the style be genu-wine
This might be dinner time but seek not for Caroline
Just toast to the Emcee with the most stellar design
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Helluva mind, Allah's supreme creation
From the gutter where niggaz murder for recreation
Cats I slaughter's just canon fodder, routine predation
Last surviving Gomorran, Yahweh's wrath couldn't hurt him
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You scour the Torah in search of my aura, I brings the horror
To all dissenting Fauna and Flora
Behold the God, now your vision is blurrer
Ultraradiant physical do damage to your visu-wal
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Wrecking rods and cones and microphones
Your broads and heauxs be yearning, I excite hormones
Calligraphy on pad, calisthenics on mics
The liturgy of bars, I'm dexterous with mines
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~IQ