₦airaland Forum

souloho19:
Back with a vengeance
Bringing the storm no rain dance
Cos i wanna x men and I'm at peace with my conscience
Previously the next man but now in sole residence
Reading the psalms, weaponry against the incoming pestilence
Its evident this is my dark side i mean the evil is resident.

souloho19:
Fresh out tha cooler only to find out life wasn't a picnic my alter ego would be my name if we were allowed to pick nicks

souloho19:
Its dangerous when i think deeper.. self destruct initiated
Check my skin or my laces it don't matter what the race is
Ama run all the metres a T-square on the table
T for testosterone well that I got in the double

tianshie:
You aint even know nothing about Trump, Stupid ass mutts
Broken ass mugs, fcu.ked-in-the-head brown nosing, nuts nugs
Picture yourself getting pulled over by racist cops, they unleashing shots
Next day the president is tweeting glocks, sayin move on! Cops doin their jobs
And your white neighbor is sayin don’t speak Spanish to dogs
People of color getting chucked out of Starbucks for being there
literature from KKK lovin white kids fcu.ked up my day
You’re in Nigeria, fool, stay in your lane,
Don’t support the orange monster just cos he playin the game
I’m talking Nairaland punks like EzendiEgo1, Win12345, KEVIND
SalamRushdie ignoramuses who aint been to an airport
Now you’re hearin from the horse’s mouth, neighing the truth
You get your half-cooked news at suya joints you stu.pid sh.its
Don’t fc.uk wit dis, you c.nts will get destroyed like I slashed your lady bits.

Paayne:
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Rappers and their dry flow...abeg, make una try grow up..!
see that one still taking shots at me, another wack bastard that I know of..!
He z a blind show off.. small rapper wey dey try incite dope war..
with a vile grown up..!
my bullets will make the guy porous..!
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when I leave him with holes of different sizes..!
Immah living cactus schooling this kid like its teaching practice..!
silly mantis..,
never even been in a clean fight, now he gon diss me with his filthy verses..?!
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Mehn, I hate this grasshopper..! Fucking ass crap talker..!
my bars will turn this ass lover to a bloody star stalker..
cos he lacks lustre..!
that's why he z always tryna steal shine like a wack robber!
Nigga tryna act tougher..!
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But we all know he z weak like bases..he z too lightweight..!
reason why he ain't getting this beef like Catholics on good Friday...!!
and the tools I sway will bring him to his knees like its family reunion for this tooth-eyed gay..!
the truths I say..!
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No gimmicks..!
so be a good lad.., choke on these dope lyrics..!
I'm in the flow spirit..!
can't test a king in his zone when its a throne business..!
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I'm gold spilling..!
ma flow ripping through this hoe like I'm soul seeking..!
He a broke heathen..,
Bones missing in his whole system..
but I won't diss him..!
and so he shouldn't think it, or even risk it..!
cos killing him will be too easy... sorta like chewing biscuits..!!

_peace!!

To who it may concern, keep dissing your king..but you can never be like him!!

007Bruce:
call out

beat you up till your teeth fall out
you talk loud, but records say youve never been featured in a tough bout!

so walk out, or get your ass sprayed in a rampage!
mac, gauge.. talk tough, you'll get popped if you think you're a champ, Payne



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Paayne:
Idiot!
Call out accepted! and your dumb ass better not pull a no show on me.

Ibime:
Oya. . . .lets see. . . .

Why is this cheesecake fronting?/ His name's like 'oral with sex dolls'. . .cos first you get the 'BJ pumping'/ Did he say something?/ I smash this pea-faced pumpkin/ my lines'll have you reaching for the replay button/ I’m a maneater/ Give you lyrical amnesia/ You can’t stand ether/ you burn like gland fever/ My Molotov/ bring holocaust/ like Iran’s leader/ so if it’s beef, I straighten you out . . . like pan beaters/ Im a damn genius/ first man to land on Venus/ My hand speed is/ so fast, you can’t see this/ like Mayweather/ I rain on your umbrella/ with my chorus/ y’all niggas porous/. . . .Im snake leather!/ I don’t have to compete/ No album released/ I ain’t mixing no tracks. . . but I master the streets/ My voice is trapped in the beat/ that you tap with ya feet/ but my face is unseen, like a Phantom in sheets/ God hears when I speak/ the tears that I weep/ My cares and my grief/ Only fear is defeat/ Nightmares in my sleep/ of dying broke/ so I lie awoke/ plotting schemes to retire rich. . . and buy a boat!/

Sauron1:
BJPumpin?? this dude is just supporting Chasisbitch like he's a wonder bra
Punchlines like viola, shattering a glass jaw, a real text artist leaving you in awe

English skills like HA!, despite your placement, you ignored a perfectly good education
Technical mutilation irreparable humiliation a spectacle of discrimination start erasin’

Couldn’t be underground in a basement words wouldn’t be big if you used repetition
Burning pallet like capsicum, your vocab deteriorates with exponential multiplication

Your scripts are ass, lookin like circus staff, why even spit I ask??
And your face is a laugh, at best you are trash, i suggest u wear a mask

Its a wrap retard, cause I'm bout to end your mission
And I'll take a 5-star down like a hotel demolition

The king is the highest card you ever gettin dealt son
You ain't ballin just cause ya flipped ya mouse & felt one.

Sauron1:
BJPumpin?? this dude is just supporting Chasisbitch like he's a wonder bra
Punchlines like viola, shattering a glass jaw, a real text artist leaving you in awe

English skills like HA!, despite your placement, you ignored a perfectly good education
Technical mutilation irreparable humiliation a spectacle of discrimination start erasin’

Couldn’t be underground in a basement words wouldn’t be big if you used repetition
Burning pallet like capsicum, your vocab deteriorates with exponential multiplication

Your scripts are ass, lookin like circus staff, why even spit I ask??
And your face is a laugh, at best you are trash, i suggest u wear a mask

Its a wrap retard, cause I'm bout to end your mission
And I'll take a 5-star down like a hotel demolition

The king is the highest card you ever gettin dealt son
You ain't ballin just cause ya flipped ya mouse & felt one.

Sauron1:
I walk with ma heads high, i could never lay low

Gone from the times when i rhymed like a Slim Shady clone
To spitting my own poems from the depths of my dome
Now I know how to show the whole scope of my soul
And how to flow for the gold at every show that i go
Designing lines of mine to find what hides in minds
Rewind the rhymes each time to find what lies behind
Like binary stars, my lines can shine together
Flow goes on like Bis tryin’ to rhyme forever

The crown is mine forever, you guys can try fuckever
You want, but if you front, then face the 9-Beretta
Of the distance i came to get to here in this game
It’s those others to blame for what my genre became
Their attempts are pitiful to be cyber-lyrical aces
I transcend the physical, reaching spiritual places
Don’t relate with the haters – you know who’s the greatest
Here’s the latest basis for confirming the status

Sauron1:
MY PLACE OF REST.
To My friends Look up to the stars where my soul will rest I believe i’ll near that beautiful crest with the cold of death I’ll live on through you after my final breath Watch what’s said as appreciations . . .my final test After i’m laid to rest, you can’t forget the times Rewind your memories, forever live in your mind My loved ones live for me, we are stronger combined Because i’ll be fine my souls just no longer confined Left the world behind, but in you my life exists You’re my gift, my everything, and my life was this I’m still with you, so endeavour to wish If i’m missed remember this and forever i will live Forever in bliss and harmony amongst the stars For no evil can harm me once i'm afar I’d always make you laugh when your friends are sparse You’re contenders so don’t lose heart on my behalf Times became past, i leave you the only art i’ve known A flawless flow to warm a heart of stone Now i've let go but i’m forever above as you grow I want you all to know how i loved you so
To My Enemies Look up to the stars and my soul can’t rest Cuz like undertakers your death is ma sole interest I wish swollen rabid heads on the children you’ve bred I hope the foundations ain’t set on the buildings you let I’d wreck havoc on my enemies if i wasn’t dead I never “liked you” so deaden that cuz it wasn’t said Sure i’d see red if i were alive and you’d be here instead I hope your wife's best friend dies in your bed In death i’ve no forgiving, i ma leave your kids to gawk I’ve no such luck unless you choke on the [i]d[/i]icks you suck So soak it up, my hate won’t die though the body's [b]f[/b]ucked I’ll offer the gods your butts to [b]f[/b]uck and see if em gods corrupt Maul your twin brother and wait till i hear the sound of his voice. U have left me with no choice, i ma leave y'all eyes in moist And interrupt your intimate moments with ma haunting noise Never my boy and in after life my wits are poised You’d get destroyed making humour to my name I hope someone you love gets a fucking tumour in the brain So my death's a game i’ll forever see you slain At least till that day i never have to see you again

Sauron1:
Dead presidents are evident nowhere near my residence. . . .
The world in different seg-ments are what i try to represent.
A benevolent style remains prevelant. . . .in a society of denial
Walk the long dark aisle. . . .just for a little longer while.
A mile or two. . . . . .through a violent zoo
To find something worthwhile to view
A smile from you. . . . .When i rock a set
On the block, i'ma vet, . .With alot of regrets
I'm not gonna forget. . . .The world in my hands
From the desert sands. . . .to the most furled of lands
From a beggar's demand to the command of a soldier
Ya girl filing lies away in a folder. . . .just so u will hold'her,
Turn a cold shoulder to the wind. . . .let the sun shine down
With the stars aligned now. . . .you have the one divine crown
A shrine around town. . .where people worship your presence
Its important to remember. . . . .intelligence measured in silence.

Living life humbled the days i stumbled away
In a tunnel of dark alleys, bums cuddle with strays
Succumb to the grave? Nah, I was a slave to the standards
A lane full of answers’ a fee in exchange for a transfer
Plagued by a cancer; never was addressing the state
Cuz the misdirection of hate made us too restless to wait
A treacherous fate, section 8 brewed a wave of mistakes
. . . . . .but bets are safe when you lie every breath that you take
Wealth is rape, cuz they take every chance they get
And every step that’s made became a plan they ditched
A gram, a brick, flipped into a grand to split
Random ransoms, hits, a snitch is a daily stint
That pays the rent, the jewels, and the clothes on my back
My coach as a bag, not lighting the stove with a match
How am I ‘sposed to react? With the fucking world in my pocket
like a Magic 8 ball reading off lines, Sauron's like a prophet.

PoDeep:
Now, why do Bleep wud I flow 4 rank/
when I can flow to put money in d bank??/
Po is back wit d pro flo, infact/
he knows his rap, his dope flows are crack/
his foes git clapp'd lyk popos wit gats/
Its been a while since I dropped mic science wit my big brotha Wordsmith/
cos dez days I don't got time, I just get d birds flipped/
wanna fly? I cud get d herbs lit/
red-eyed, so u don't really wanna get on my nerves, b*tch!/
When it comes to bustin rhymes, I be da student wit Straight A's/
so make way for AK, Bleep mathematical Sege cos I'm d one dribblin on d touchline like Jay-jay/.
Are we still flowing for rank? Then where's my gold medal, I'm d fcukin boss of rap bosses/
fcukin brigader general, commander in chief of armed forces!/
nuff said!

tysonnn:
#Throwback

Ibime:
Im allergic to wack rappers and automatically sneeze/ I could backflip a span of degrees/. . . . and land on my knees/ A Roman Catholic priest/ smoking botanical trees/ Never engineered a track, but I master the streets/ My voice is trapped in the beat/ that you tap with ya feet/ But my face is unseen like a phantom in sheets/ This manacled beast/. . . . do damage to a victim/ Your lection is nothing but axiomatic wisdom/ I'm laughing at ya diction/ a rapping contradiction/ I throw acid on a pacifist . . . and laugh at his affliction/ You just a miniature midget/ I make the minister fidget/ I f&ck Jane and Jill. . . . then administer Bridget!/

Mathematical:

HJ1:
I'm far from wut u r askin for/ blasting off/ like astronaut
Hiphop's ambassador/ so just bounce like a basketball
Serve u like tomatoe sauce/ half dis rapper's ass r soft
Still thinkin they real/ they just fake like mariah's cups
Wut the f**k u laughin for/ Oh u think u got the balls
f**kin wit the hardest artist the type u've never had before.

D way i drop lines it makes gravity useless/ i do this
Wit moves that make them other dudes wish/ they were me
But that can never be/ cuz i'm always after you (U) just like the letter V

MrCrackles:
It's BRASHY Ya Bastards!
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                                     ----------WHO YA---------
Stick or Automatic/who can handle the wheels/None of ya 4real but ME
Big bars and big whips/big beatz and big game/ now Datz ME
Wonder why i am arrogant/brashy, harshy and nasty/Ask my mum, Kirsty
While ya’all butt raping em, m duck taping em/i am insatiable & thirsty
Spray ya'all with lethal barz/like Barca's INIESTA spraying lethal passes
Chop gays down/bag d bitz and stuff in between/ files of demonic cases
Dont test my waters/it is shark infested/seriously, i aint jesting
I tower like PISA/tryna reach? you need a VISA/no one's contesting
Money back gaurantee/if you dont like what i bring to the table like J Dillah
Fuc.k your chin chillas/i got a 9MM dat leaves u dead like TEN killas
Dont get mad like NEYO/coz i am better than you/learn from LEO
Dont give a fuc.k about where you at/i  rep Muswell Hill
We run the blocks all day/call the shots all day/like Harry Hill
I aint here to wine or dine ya/my sublime rhymes and lyrics/will quadru-pop ya
Hit ya'll in large swathes like i did Billy/the notorious Dubya_{Racist freak}
Crackles, Caruso or Brashy/wateva!i remain a model pro/so let my world rock ya
Murder ya'all first before i kill the tracks/pipe the pretty chicks/then i spit da lines
YAY in tonnes/i got white Colombian folks gradin/chopping down da lines
Full of swagger, laid back with witty punchlines/made in queensland
Mixtapes and platinum records/game and paper longer than Long Island
Ya bastard niggas spend all day/ choking the chicken/ No real gains
Warning ya/ i will be back with triple laced venom/bringing excrutiating pains
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Season 09 Book of Rhymes : WHO YA
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Summer Drawdown
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Ibime:
^^^^Whats the nonsense above?  . . . . I rank that 0.5/10. . . .how can a rapper claim Muswell Hill with pride?. . . . .rap and grime are two different genres. . . . lemme show you how its done son. . . . this is an old verse of mine. . . .




Your career’s a Fosbury flop. . . while I raise the bar/
In this game, you get played like an Ace of Hearts/
I’m poised like an angel shark/ so don’t wade too far/
incase I park/ my razor sharp/ teeth in your navel parts/
and crunch like cornflakes/ till ya femur breaks/
. . . as my canines sink into big dog steaks/
plus. . . I only play for big dog stakes!/
so if ya speed down my path . . .best hit y’all brakes!/
cos I flip your weight/ like a forklift truck/
How many dicks can ya LovePeddler lips suck?/. . . Good Question!
. . but it’s rhetorical/ . .so don’t consult the oracle/
leave the question hanging. . cos you’d find the answer horrible!/
I’m a muff diver/ spitting out tufts of saliva/
A ruff rider/ She gets roughed up inside her/
I pump fire/ when I be touching and teasing/
Hand over her mouth just to muffle her breathing/
Stand over her mouth when Im dumping the semen/
So hand over ya spouse. . . or Ill stand over ya house/
like King Kong. . . and put my fist through the roof/
The issue is YOU!/ she kissed you and flew/
She wouldn’t miss you. . . so you  picked a tissue and blew/
Boo hoo. . . cried ya eyes cos you was loving the ho/
You should be hung on a rope/. . .  or strung on a boat/
and dragged across the sea. . .see if ya sunk or ya float/
Or better yet, dumped in a moat/. . . till ya stunk and ya bloat/
. . cos ya gave her the world. . . and left with nothing to show/
. . just a lump in ya throat/. . .while Im picking her shrimp/
Cos she snatched my banana like a cynical chimp/
And you been ridiculed since/. . . you little pitiful wimp!/
In the jungle, a critical limp/ could finish a love-vendor/
survival is vital/. . .  predators with impediments. . .
go hungry. . . till their flesh end up as sediments/
Im past ‘tense’. . Im ‘nervous’/. . ya past-tense. . .ya murdered/
So have sense/ I couldn't give half cents. . . I'm impervious!/
Get ya ass bent/ and dumped in Tashkent/ suburbias/
where rats attend ya service/ turn ya ass into burgers/
Im an Alpha male. . .  while you past ya prime/
. . at prime time, my primates pass the nine/
You primarily just pass the time. . . I pass with flying colours/
And laugh at lying sluggards/. . . my graph is climbing upwards/
Im so greedy. . . I smile when I walk past the needy/
You can’t see me. . . my dough levitate like Houdini/
Featherweights like to be me/ . . . cos Im the Don/
Im Don King. . . Im the King. . you a Donkey Kong!/

Sauron1:
You sound cocky as Bleep, so there must be somethin I don’t know
Cuz how impressive do u think u are with wack punches n no flow?
U front like u dope tho, predictions constantly show you are not
If someone thought u’d win, that pic musta been doctored in photoshop
U probably hope I’ll stop, I got memory loss, it’s true
Cuz ya last dope verse escapes me, too bad u won’t follow suit
This is the end of ya run, you’re lame and you’re wack to me
If ya bars were as short as ya win streak, they might be able to catch a beat
Girls say that you’re lackin meat, so when you’re givin it to hoes
They’re like ya loss column in this section, they never finish with an 0
So they Bleep me before u, asking to get my cock raw
You’re just the reup man, they call u after they get their rocks off
I’m givin bitches lock jaw, while this gay is a mess
Callin a maid-in(maiden), but couldn’t pull a damzel in distress
I get the baddest n the best, he’s never tappin the hottest
Call his bitch Frodo. . . .cuz the only one he’s Baggin’s a hobbit.

Ibime:
@ MrCrackles,

You thought I wasn't gonna reply that nonsense you wrote above? 

Here's something I concocted for you last nite. Its just a warning shot. Nothing fancy, just to make you measure your level. 



Ya getting too big for ya britches/ Im too big for you bitches!/
Skip the News and Sport. . . I’ma give you the Business. . .
What I spit is religious/ and with that wack ass verse?/
even a packed black church/ wouldn’t give you a witness/
I had to laugh at first/ that rhyme made me cringe/
Last time I ‘read bull’ like that. . . .it ‘gave me wings’/
Im designed to last/ withstanding fire like a fibre glass/
The man behind the iron mask/ crush you like a cycle crash/
You rap softer than pies and mash/ You need to retire fast/
Your rhymes are like LAWMA. . . cos you just recycle trash!/
I smoke your entire stash/ then decapitate a stranger/
You can’t back away from danger/. . . when the hammer hits the chamber/
The velocity’s fast and the trajectory precise/
I was sexing ya wife/ but she infected me with lice/
Next to me is Christ/ None other!/
You a dumb brother/ born to some mother . . .who’s a cum dumpster/ 
Bum f'ucker!/ Im a gun runner who run gunners/
And stun gunners/. . . you couldn’t be hot. . . for one summer!/
‘Flow for Rank’ is the title of the thread/
. . but Muswell Hill General. . . . is just a title in his head/
cos he’s a Major fool!/ He couldn’t climb the charts/
In an army of rappers, he’d be one of the Private parts/
He aint earning his stripes/ so I’ll disvirgin his wife/
Cos Field Marshalls battle hard while men turn into mice/
And I’m Napoleon Bonaparte/ so I’ll pick his bone apart/
And if  Sharon back him up. . . I’ll take em 2 by 2 like Noah’s Ark!/

MrCrackles:
IBIME

I was wondering why it took you donkey years to come back

You have gone around and jacked rhymes from numerous websites as usual

Well i got you a viral shot ready

Now sit back and watch the me pistol whip then dump you in the caddy!

Sauron1:
The ultimate RULE is: Don't get CAUGHT!!!
I hereby declare BRASH the WINNER of the battle cos Ibime was found out stealing lines from Lord Sauron.

@ Nigga Brash,

U don't have to reply Ibime. . . . . .
However, if you want to give us something to wow to(without your usual Musehill avenue rubbish) then i will be fyne with it.
Shit is up to you.

ofokasibe:
so why did it take u long to realise that i am the UNDISPUTED OFOKASIBE YAPA?
THANK GOD U REALISE THAT YOU ARE THE ROOT OF IT ALL. ASK SEUN ASK SHAZ ASK MUKINA THEY ALL KNOWME , I JUST LOVE TO HAVE FUN , BUT IF U SAY NO FUN , THEN I WILL GLADLY TURN IT TO REAL WAR. BUT
IF U WANT PEACE I WILL GIVE U PEACE , ON THIS CONDITIONS
1.DONT LET MY NAME COME OUTTA UR MOUTH IN AN INSULTIVE WAY EVER AGAIN
2.DONT THROW SUBLIMINALS AT ME ,IF U WANNA BATTLE ME CALL ME OUT LIKE WORDSMITH CALLED IBIME OUT
3. DO U ACTUALLY THINK I ENJOY DISSING U TOO, I WAS BUILT FOR WAR , SO IF ANYONE IS FEELING LIKE SADDAM HUSSEIN THEN OFOKA IS GON FEEL LIKE ADOLF HITLER UP IN HERE
4. ALL THIS WAR CAME ABOUT BCOZ U DEALT WITH MANY PEOPLE WHEN U WERE MOD ,, THATS WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT LIFE , BE GOOD TO PEOPLE ON UR WAY UP , CUZZ U DONT KNOW WHETHER U WILL MEET THEM ON THE WAY DOWN
5. I HEREBY ACCEPT UR AMNESTY LIKE THE NIGER DELTA MILITANTS AND HEREBY GRANT SAURON AMNESTY AND DECLARE THAT YOU ARE FREE FROM OFOKA WAHALA , THATS IF U REALLY TURN A NEW LEAF THO

GOODLUCK IN UR BATTLE WITH IBIME , WE ALREADY KNOW WHO WOULD WIN ANYWAY .

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Ibime:
I make the crowd stand up when Im blessing the stage/
The crowd make you stand up. . . like a Mexican wave!/
Dont make me show my threatening face/
Or Ill make you stand in cement. . . till you set in ya ways!/
Ya girl F1 guy who give her dough for stripping/
He park in her front grid. . . when she’s in pole position!/
She play you like a replay/ giving niggas BJ’s/
but if my girl played me . . . she must be a DJ!/
I surf on a heat wave/ Im heat resistant/
Whoever commissioned you. . . . should be de-commissioned/
Dont impede my vision/ When I speak, you listen!/
Something to say?. . .  raise ya hand. . . . and seek permission!/
I unravel plots/ of election fraud when I rattle shots/
Cos you’ll be cut in pieces. . . and stuffed in a ballot box/
I known to carry glocks/ at my own discretion/
Im bulletproof. . . and  wearing[i] slippers[/i] . . .is your sole protection!/
You get blown in seconds/ for posing questions/
Its a metasin . . . .to use metaphors. . . without quoting reference!/