DISS TO A MINOR

Y’all can pick a thing or two, I like to evaluate the best textcees here on the thread, who can beat me has my $30. I see you Dj5naira.


Knowledge is calling in the streets, niggas is deafened
But niggas also is dumb, brotherhood isn’t threatened
Is how I feel, these niggas is sly, slow and sluggish
I let others shine, is how I’m fly, your lil show ain’t thuggish.

My vision couldn’t be clearer, acquisitions and mergers
You boasting bout your lil ambitions and cheddars.
You keep ringing my line, you ain’t even my slime
You show who the ropes? Nigga you got this intertwined

You wanna link me so bad, fucker cos I give you a listening ear?
You in my broskis dm on your knees sucking dick like a bitch in despair
This ain’t like one of your conspiracy theories
Your obstinacy is serious, you furious, that’s period.

It’s a favor to you to do me a favor, you don’t need a soothsayer
Why you hating? hate the game don’t hate the good players
If you so futuristic you should be thinking mars, fucking flat earther
You come in my space and begin to get conventional ideas, sixteen bars got your ass’s ethered


MonQ

Paayne:



this little joker thinks we're in comic... hitting back with these weak bars..
you feel like a doctor or a trickster.. treating me to some shitty internal rhyming display, that really won't do the trick, sir!...
you'll think this is Halloween or Christmas when I gift ur left cheek with a big slap..
till you've learnt to hold ur ground in a fight, or stay away from me, either way, monQ must learn to keep his diss stance..

you silly riffraff, didn't nobody tell you not to ever spar with a vet..son!
blades dangle and swing in all directions..
is how I create the city's intersection..
this bald nigga's got nothing upstairs...not a single story building, all his ideas seem to have hit the sky..
like who sent this guy?, ah know I dissed you first, but ah wasn't counting on you hitting back with a dead reply..

You say you're a vet, it's starting to look like the animal type.. are you just a god in your dreams?!..
you talk shit, ma bullets'll wreck ur spleen.. I land in his plane just to vent hangar on him..
for being so stupid.. I'll make PFM dance to gun music, when my rounds fill up his playlist..
go bananas on him, everyone knows monQs only thrill with nothing but ape..shit!

you want to trade words with a beast, aiit.. lemme come down to ur level..
this guy no be priest, so if he say he preys on warships, my bullets do quick to adorn his temple...
party up in his cell, monq is behind bars tryna dance shaku shaku with the devil..
buh this guy no get potential..ur battle ethics don't seem to fit the norm, nigga.. you're unsettled..

ah make this cat dilly-dally on the runway, till he falls and wrecks the whole set..
he's the true reason why you reap what you sow.. this lousy tailor couldn't even do a professional job on his own dress..
his condition's hopeless.. so dense, he's no threat..
I'll give him an aerial lashing, that'll wow his fans in the process..
plus he's homo..so hence, the soap verse..

!Ehis

Fool chop elbow and bars wey follow am come!



Bro no one told you? your mom look like Diamond Jackson
I beat up her guts now her hymen relaxing
My grinding cause her rhyming spasms, time elapsing
I made her ass bounce back, the soundtrack you can shazam
One thing led to another and we reprocreated
It was a favour for a favour and she reciprocated
I dumped cum in your moms womb, for all it’s worth you are a bum son
but the dumb one is your pops for not using a condom
I’m too busy balancing sheets, to make a penny you gnashing ya teething
Amazing scenes when I’m not running streets but Im gallivanting it
S63 AMG, top off like nudists getting a tan
I’m sketching a plan, smith n wesson can bang, y’all better come fetching ya mans
my blessing to fans, but if he piss me off again I’ll whip him till he wetting his pants
You bring woe shame, If I swing your lane no games, on gang I shing your frame. You leaking like ya ceiling. . .
so shut you trap like blinds or throw your opinions out the window paayne
Your chic paid me a visit, said my tub exquisite twas a bubble bath
I fvcked her supple ass, she said it’s two sweet, but I don’t stay in double flats
My gun a bad omen. It’s off my hip if ya notice, riga mortis be stiff as corpse
If I lift the curse, your family won’t know paayne, cos grief’s your cuz.
Bozo! You are dressed in sheep clothing, It’s you the wolves is after.
The pigs on me because I compromised some emails and solved a captcha
I trap with my cats, we got looters and em avatars, I’m a tutor you an amateur
I’m in the stock market trading bears and bulls like a butcher in an abattoir
This fast bread, you roll with slow down negus
You broke n couldn’t comprehend grown men business
I pulled the trigger, caused a whole damn menace
No bro can’t mean this, jury to indict me, but I don’t leave no goddamn witnesses.

MonQ!

Wadewaltz:

Justtalents,dont waste ur tym,pipo lyk Deckline,adeife19,Senhorsean,PunfuMonQ,Shreder,Nastynic,nicheey and even old fool Vermaniace cant rap.Dey only enjoy d solace of deir keyboard

PunFuMonQ:


Fools seek attention from the MonQ, I see this nigga hustle
He watching movies of a villain who can’t beat the ninja turtles
I’m alienated from mortals, but my splitting image human
Quit watching anime, no chance of turning teenage mutant
Young misses at the hotel, you at a brothel after spinsters
You a hoodrat with no cheese, you can call me master splinter
Nigga joined I wanna-gonna fellows, smello tell yo momma hello
I leave you with a purple eye n shells on your back like Donatello
The only thing you ever shredded is a sheet of paper
You write raps down, tear it up or you squeeze it later. . .

Master.

I see niggas talking dirty bout my resume
like I ain’t get it out the mud, go dig it up, exhume em
First it was shreder then vermanaice. Ha! they was both jinxed, no strings, I flossed maybe
Boss baby, in kindergarten my school shorts had ‘deep pockets’ enough to float Inc.
No kidding, I’m fluid, these niggas rhymes can’t be sublime
Fvck punchlines, check the material and time I spent online
Back in the day, I carve my raps on sheets with crimson blades
Today the lead pull through, think Deadpool two, how bullets wheels in wade
He a bit tense, I don’t need a sixth sense to know wade into chin hair,
One smack he fade into thin air like literally . . . ‘waltz outta existence’
MonQ runna president, inquiry has it my buzz inspiring
Paayne don’t wanna vote chk! chk! he thought I was Aspirin’
this ain’t a democracy, don’t make me go crazy, either ye go voting
or its ya hemoglobin, nah?! baa! baa! I killed paayne like Ibuprofen
I ain’t give his top 5, but he dead not alive, R I P to B I G, n TUPAC
I split absoul nomenclature, but what I did with yours is drugs, no IUPAC

MonQ

Emaprince:
MonQ, mad flows. Nice rhymes

Welcome back to FFR ninja. Kick 16s sometime.

absoul:


Is this a strike?
Nigga You a false Eto’o
Since you got sodomised I know you been hearing walls echo
How you screamed, “Soul please” in your falsetto
Now you listening to soulstice and into Art Deco
But you said it your self, you a Monk.
You’ll never have the balls....let go

Haha

I can tell this nigga shook
Talmbout an Ak
I beat you to death with a book
This punk tried to kick knowledge
MMA training college
Now you facing Sensei Soul??
A Death Star to your appendage


You should have never drawn the gun
When you a halfway crook
Cos when I walked up to the nozzle, i seen your knees be shook
Brah! You can’t survive in Hell’s Kitchen cause you halfway cooked
You can’t be counted on, men no wonder you underbooked

So you been forming Raw
But right now, your own don done
I’m the African Giant, you my throwback
Don gorgon
I’ll smoke you out with two puffs, you this white London
You building punches like a Mason
But it’s quite undone
When I drop a nuke on your dark hide, get you lightened up

You ain’t no prodigy, AMA mob you deeply
Maybe my protege. I make it rain as I son you weekly.

(Pause)

Been busy for your wackass, punk.


Mikuz should set up a thread for me to ciao you, so we can all bid you a proper farewell.



16’s

Dude your flow is trash, you jumble up vocabs n be like “I’d go with that”
Yo relax, before you get a slit and a rib stab, I rip ab and let the soul detach
As a gift to sovereign nature, Holy Crap!
Rip Ab and let the Soul detach? See how I split his nomenclature!!
That’s 180 degrees by curvature, drive by in a corvette, 360 horsepower
You fuckin with a war vet, my dawgs set, to draw tecs, n fire at you during rush hour.
They ain’t even touch this pussy when he took off like em panties
All he saw was bullets from snipers on rooftops, up the aunty.
This doubles the stakes, now he decodes the coded threat
I snuff the life out of you and doctors ‘ll label it a covid death
Your folks began to find more information on the outbreak on CDC
That’s your only chance of going viral fam, not TDE.
You the type to write tweets, and dm nice chicks
Me? I swipe cheese at the store cuz I’m a hypebeast.
All you got in life savings is like a million bands in naira
Ma niggi, that’s worth just my Mike Amiris and Balenciagas

MonQ

absoul:




Was relaxing in a spa
You came asking for a spar
Your name should be Charles
Cos you get the Dicken from Afar
No homo nigga pause

We eat porks, animal farm
And I mean no minimal harm
When I lift forks and pierce your gut
With BuckyBarnes mechanical arms
No respite for the dead
Forklift your corpse nigga damn
My pitchfork shock waves like I outsource kainji dam

Plus I just smoked an L like a cool Joe
Hand you double L’s like a cool Joe
Side bar to Mr Wendell, ducking ain’t cool, joe


Mr Monk here’s an autograph
Thanks to covid I got time and a half
I feel your pulse waving at me like a flunked polygraph
This here’s a lil prologue
I got enough words in my vocab
To fill your fucking epitaph
But in the mean time ma nigga
Corona dey
So go baff!!

Woah. Been a while.

Absoul??! FOH impostor!


I smoke jay, rock, I’m with the scope n it stay cöck
Hey watch! Red beam hit ya dome absoul, now that’s “A.K Dot”.
Don’t move dumbfvck or I’ll spray shots,
it’s automatic, it go brrrr ‘fore you say stop
I pull it out from underneath my Raf Simons when I hop out the big body Maybach
I come from way back, you are from this generation of gay rap
I don’t play frat, but the tre packed, we could display, scrap
No? So fucking get lost pussy! You no better than a stray cat
I raise the steaks like I am a waiter with the order for a burger in a cafeteria
I abhor your material, you couldn’t go viral if you fvcked a whöre raw, you’d catch a bacteria
Your sis is a virgin and ho, she pretend to you but she squirting at home
I got videos of her slurping my bone after I posted my shades by Virgil Abloh
Nobody dig this asshole looks, you got spirit and heart and had soul too
But you fugazi, I even drip n smoke more sticky than the real Absoul do
You can’t eat cake and have it but you can eat the biscuit
Bullets ain’t regard your sign, they turn absoul to an absolute statistic


MonQ.

Wu wunna spar

absoul:
This is dedicated to the most dedicated
not the most elevated, definitely underrated
I lay no claims to be the best who ever did it
just wanna say, "mama I made it!"

I can't even sleep at night
it feels I ain't thinking right
cos I feel drawn to conquer fears of stage fright

for all the notepads, I wrote a thousand lyrics
I was just catching fun....wasn't tryna mimic

But when I pick up a pen, it's a rush like nescafe
my secret door to an escape,

from grim realities

and so I write down my own realities
and merge it like a multiverse
but it seems I can't even spit a multis verse?


this ain't conscious rap
this subconscious rap
I converse with your inner man,
matter o fact
I see your fears and your dreams
how you cut your coat to your size...
embroidery on the seams...

I'm dedicated cos I do this for me
this time around
so down to earth, i remain underground
what goes around comes around
I been learning the curve,

don't Bleep with my circle when I'm finding pie
I'm eating a piece of the American pie
here in Africa

quantum physics I since understood
But i've been misunderstood
Dissed in the hood

In Cuba, I was a good junior till they shot my Boyz in d hood

Then I became a maestro
swimming in a bay of pigs like Fidel Castro
Wrestle with sharks, I give the best strokes
the Bohemian is here....what up folks

no smoke screen, I don't tell the best jokes
just be real..let your yes be yes, your no be no
there's no maybes
I suck on titties...but that don't make me no baby
Dunning Kruger...maybe I got a little
Not high handed, definitely high minded

The Days of Hiii power are here again
I was high then...nothing changed, I'm still the same
three fingers up hope you know the drill again
I'm a drill sergeant...sleeper agent 'bout to blow again

are y'all sleeping on a security threat?
for real....
Last supper and you want a 3 course meal
for real...
my first date with destiny and it's going so well, after coffee ama try to cop a feel
for real
fück the police...who gives a fvck how a cop would feel..
sirens everywhere
sexy sirens for real

they getting closer

Buh I remain dedicated...
now ma dreams are getting closer
Welcome to my party...I got y'all a dossier
breathe in my aura...it's a hell of a dose ya?
everyone says life ain't a bed of rose ya...
but it's not a bed of thorns...so keep your circle closer

I hit the snooze by 4:20
go 0-100 like I got 5 twenties
It's kinda icy the degree's in twenties
F town, shout-out to si and di-twenti

went to bed early, almost woke up in a body bag
mercenaries brought a wire to make a brother gag..
but for my spider senses
no pretenses
They learn the lesson, my Smith and Wesson, make blood flow
Like bitches on menses

I'm a dangerous man, like Frank castle
life's a beach
in the sands I built my castles
but them niggas came to stamp
like mail parcels

so here I am building castles in the clouds
foundation so deep I probably end up in Mars
next to souloho
catch him drifting from Andromeda,
get his blessings and shower rocks on y'all like meteors

from a bird view, it's an airstrike
I zoom in like a camcoder
Pulling triggers with a click shutter
Better catch the next flight
cos you might stutter

Tune into my frequency... I'm radioactive
fantastic, mactastic, a thugnificent
rest in peace Robert Freeman
This ice weigh me down, I wanna be a Freeman
After I beat the case, my bio reads Free man
as I smile for the gram
but that's it, no freebies here's a hundred Grand
just for the sake of it
The odour of realness I stink of it
fountain of life, I had a drink of it

so stare into my eyes,
get a dose of the essence
you lost in the vastness, do you get the essence?
it's kinda odd
when I even the odd, cos even the odds
are against me
My critics forever sceptic but I'm the best bet
no shit...this tank ain't a septic
Strobe light to epileptics
You could say I'm bringing delight


my gun of choice is an mp5
My auxiliary plugged to my mp5
Lana del Rey in my ears as I burst in five
gamma Ray's...I'm bout to burst inside


headshots, knocking heads together
with concepts that break walls
and build bridges
we could trust each other
it's a freestyle we could bless each other
the sky is big enough, so we could fly together
so puff puff pass,
keep the circle tight like hymen
cos we high men,
when they say goodbye we say hi men,
what's up girl, don't be shy to say hi men
cos we changing the rules, it's inversely proportionate
proportionate... you could proportion this...

divide it for the street for every one
this is wisdom for everyone
The Lagos Hustle.. street 101

theakuko:



Saw what you did there
How you ripped him to shreds
But chai bros I must confess
Cos you no get conscience
(I mean no disrespect)

You know like MI's beef with Vector
You for take am like your son
And showed him what he did wrong
Without use of insults

Like that reference to his sister;
(How are you even sure he has a sister?)
Totally way out of line
You can do better
Build a brother
Just don't tear him down

HellVictorinho:

The greater the length of your so-called rap,the lesser the impact.
Need I state more facts?

HellVictorinho:
I'll rap till they cry.

Need anyone reply?

Still Stylin’

16’s

Still styling, blowing og kush like check my suit it’s Italian.
My nairas long, he bob his head to naira’s song shouting I’m a Marlian!
I left the suite, dressed in suedes, and my drip is a medallion.
We wildlings, time whiling, logo on the whip is a stallion.
You see the difference? I spin em rhymes from my sixth sense
My spliff scents, the whiff dense, I smell like gelato in defense
No pretense, I burnt herb in my closet, call it a fume cupboard
Room covered in smoke, flashback on Snapchat but I zoom forward
When it’s time to focus I use nicotine, death sticks and maybe a sip o’ lean
I hope you listening, cos when next you talk dirty to me you chug a jar of listerine
quick sixteens ain’t a toll, see how I paint them all? Your brain is dull
you can’t write a bar till the sun goes up, down and the rain will fall
You psyche clone, show respect! I raise angel dust with mic phones
I weather any kinda storm, hurricanes and dangerous cyclones
I’m built like a bison, one thunderous punch knock you out like I’m Tyson
you’d bleed from one eye son, apply hot water to infected area, n treat with arithromycin

MonQ

What sorta name is Victorinho? the lame bingo ain’t catch my lingo
I reload the glock, skrrraaa pah pah kah kah . . .that’s how the ting go!

B!tch’ don’t you get it? y’all peasants gotta stay really true to me
I must say it is pleasant that you get Hell’ but he break the rules for me

Been out a minute and he just all talk no bars.

HellVictorinho:


Yours is always long but never as effective as a baby's dick.

Need I state that your so-called rap is extremely weak?

HellVictorinho:


I'm still rapping.
You're still sobbing.

Quick Style

I seen through hell and back, he queer n still doesn’t change
They say I am sick, these donations I get, ill gotten gains
I feel cousins pain, you quote my raps, n wish you wrote like that?
That’s okay, you can look at my bars chart and grow my stats
I know you’re wack I don’t need a soothsayer
The best you can do is bite, but I knock off your tooth player
Put paper, I ”rock n scissors” till it look like you got diastema
You be static, that’s a bad signal the news be shocking like TV antennas
You be wheezing n coughing till I get to squeezing and popping
He ain’t see me greasing and buffing the glock I be using to spark him
His fam point fingers soon as they see me reaching and cocking
“At you, at you”. .I tell em to quiet down, not even sneezing an option
Tossed his salad n sandwich, the gun is gay call it Sam Smith
My hand flinch, I blam quick! I see the look in his eyes, he in anguish.
His fam wished I don’t shoot again but I’d do if he damn twitch
ironic how he lost his life, but apparently no victor, no vanquished


MonQ

HellVictorinho:
Hell is here.

Who will dare?

I'm just as good as rare or simply your favorite
rapper's nightmare.

Nigga stfu! Lifting off from. . .

2 Lines To Diss The Person Above You thread

I said it’s the MonQ! One conk, your cranium bump
It feel like you were given twenty Valium pumps
You won’t be really missed, your sneaky diss is a gimmick n a silly risk
I’m a lil pissed, I shall bring hell upon hell like lethal missiles in the Middle East
You no stand up guy, your back gets blown out, the geezer homo
Bent over n got fvcked so bad he slipped discs like he needs the promo
I’m at his crib, knock the door down like Jehova’s witness
masks up, quarantine suits, injecting his fam with Ebola sickness
Nigga, you know ya weakness? You quick to speak next
I write raps like a computer program, code word, speech-text
I pun words . . .you can call it word porn cos yunno the ink squirt
.thats snake venom I give you skin tats. . .this sting hearts (ting hurts)
With fuelled rage, fire the 12-guage and raise hell, like he lack home training
the chrome banging, you ain’t catch a sprayed shell? the gun butt make ya face swell
I pray well that the enemies dont catch me cuz I browse n prevail
A dozen jewels n jesus pieces when I rise n shine, like a thousand bezels



Master of the Arts

Hey punk, you don’t know hell just like trump till uranium dump
from Iranian bombs. It’s the MonQ! One conk, your cranium bump!

absoul:
Sometimes I sit back and I laugh
When I recall the things we did in class
Of the school of life
Who knew that this shii was do or die?
Well we still living so I guess you know we doing right
Reminiscing on those days when we sip a lil Sprite

spacing out from the pacing
Kick back, remove the shoe lacing
Cos life's a race and I've been black
but it turned out to be cops chasing
I don't need no running shoes...this is nothing for me
So back up....don't be fronting for me

I'm paranoid I got glitches like an Android
I travel back in time so I could see Sigmund Freud
It's all mind games till you locked in a chess...
Incoming asteroid when you step in my strike zone...

bombing on the track.... it's safe to say I came to drone...
On and on, from afar...no remote control...

Things are black and white but the grey is where the difference is
Well take a stand, don't be sitting on the fences
I got broken bottles, barbwires on the fences

I'm fortified...Amma leave you mortified, like a kid in a house scared of ghosts stuck inside
When you cross the line...before the shot you disqualified
Lyrics of this depth can't be quantified
I said it before I say it again
I'm a bonafide solid dude again and again you bet I qualified the group stages,
a landslide victory, when the coup stages...making history

I've been tested, neglected but I didn't show no fury
When I ball they commented...forming Peter Drury
All the trials I exempted and I didn't have no jury
Now I marvel with my shield and they call me Nick Fury

Please,
Sit yo condescending ass down!

I beat you on tape like Never back down
This raw wrestling is unscripted...good luck acting out
Cos you're yet to graduate...but you keep passing out!!

I see you cuh!

Lyrics is good ,need work on the cadence like you was rapping it out.

readone2018:



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOtHSL3dPYA

Nigga wtf?

You need some’n? this dumbfvck dont see what he did wrong
I know the deed done, but it’s FFR, next time try ‘read one’
It’s straight lyrical here, I’m sure you scanned the audio lounge
But still spam the thread, chk chk bam! he dead, so adios son!
“You’re so gone” it reads, your mom got your pic on a shirt
She tryna raise funds for the funeral, I gave a ‘tip for the merch’
I’m literally saying she beg money, so she gimme head sloppy
She ask me how I want it, I said over your dead body!
I mean I got balls, but for what it’s worth nigga your momma brave
She still sućk me off after they bury you, guess where? right on ya grave
You prolly don’t deserve this, I’m thinking I should preserve this
But fucc it, you gon get it all, I ain’t reserve shit!
Teach him a lesson, .45 ACPs, or I’m reaching the wesson
9mms, he get em ASAP, I’m just brandishing my weapons
So be careful how you step in my home, or be sure I’m wetting ya dome
I must get to the paper, but from time to time I’ll be checking my phone

MonQ!

This nigga must be hard as nails, bars are fails and he ain’t far from frail
Spamming the section he should be barred and given a free card to jail

Hey Airmark,

What’s up with the rap battle section? Are there any active lyricists still here I want a stake match. Look up my content.

Compliments!

?/!*\(%)/*|\¿

The force be with you and . . .

THE LAST OF A DYING BREED.

Ever pen some lyrical game yourself?

Brunicekid:
These people text-rapping..
Can you rap in real life... Like, if you are on the stage, how good are you with rap performance?

Am a rapper... That's why i want to know.

Tranquil and serene, I was enjoying the calm mental ambience
Until a kid came into the scene, he need parental guidance
This section ain’t for children, you must be lost wandering like a pilgrim
If you can’t find ya way out, MonQ show you out the building
Talm ‘bout performing like your sister ain’t wake up on my bed in the morning
She yawning, she want the organ, I gave it to her and she begin the moaning
This is a lesson for you, if it was a battle, it be a mismatch kid
You no rapper, if you ever, you only wrapped Christmas gifts
You git ma drift? I am watching Hoobs&Shaw with ya sis, breakfast the meal
She prepared it early at ya mamas, brought it to the crib for Netflix & Chill
Recite your nursery rhymes kid, no games here, go play at crèche
It must be quite simple like ABC, your tuition was paid in cash
When in high school, fool I bet you was getting high
No shit, you pissed, cos back then you were bedwetting guys
Don’t let me grab the tool, push your wig back like I wanna glue hair
This is meant for you to make resolutions about rapping in the New Year

MonQ!

Only swave improving lyrically, the rest of y’all wannabes
You can’t be really me, just follow my steps like millipedes

Look at the thread, shīt ache my heart, needle squirt ll make an arc
the narc take swave apart, thats lethal injection and razor sharp

MonQ is the towns buddhist, I knock this clown toothless
He damn stüpid, I know he look wise but he sound foolish

tianshie:
You aint got game like a buffalo tricked a lion at the water hole
I bother hoes like you with no aim you messin with a cannibal
I heard of ya reachin for glocks I squeeze cos I'm ahead of ya
I got my nuts lightin your b*tch cos she a shady ho.

Go to 2 Lines To Diss The Person Above You

What’s a gangsta to a wãnkster? See earlier I tried ta warn cuz

He get no pussy! We never seen xoftcore fvck even on pornhub

This nigga sëxchatting in WhatsApp groups, I got hoes on the island
Patra just came back from Dubai and Blossom is going to Ireland

‘Styling Still


Yo I’m used to grinding, me n my dudes is vibing
Gotchu a bag, fvck around, slip up n lose the client
We move in silence, except when we skid past
On the news is violence, maybe I should get a ski mask
Nah, just skip ads n check if the views is climbing
Niggas bet you a fool if you ain’t get bread or bred with the tools
I’m plugged in listening to the Beatles, word to self like damn
they’d think I was a fetus when I say I fed with the ‘tube
Up all night steady working, though the feds is lurking
Before y’all hopped on the wave, I was already surfing
I’m a bank my niggas earned my trust cos I guarantee them
Broke niggas go yen yen yen like Japanese men
It’s a game like ludo or ladders, use a vpn or you blow your covers
Y’all got pocket change, I’m on the stock exchange selling euros n dollars
I’m balling, living y’all dreams, heart desires, wishes
Sliding in foreigns to da club rocking designer pieces


Master

In this section, I ain’t feeling the vibes I should up and go fvck whöres
Last thread, swave begging to battle, way he ride my dick is slow like it’s xoftcore

I see both of y’all want my attention, like who first ‘ll get dissed by me

I get that a lot, sometimes I look in the mirror curse and wish I’m me

Quick ‘Style


I peeped the thread a couple niggas holding it up
It’s like felling trees, they at loggerheads, an obese mf toting the saw
I’m hoping its more, no joking. . . ‘em niggas ain’t choking for sure
But enough of the bullshit, you know where to take it when I open the door!
Fools can quarrel, but when The MonQ is here in full apparel, show respect
bet they ain’t teach you that in your morals so after this you owe a debt
I swing n parole in presence of kings and pharaohs
Little shits quit rapping now and begin to sing em carols
Draped in satin robe fingerfucking guns, this no capping holmes
Pardon my French, you versus the semi leave you vice versa, that’s Latin yo!
I’m a barbaric fucker, still a nigga fly like an Arik worker
It’s me, I gone walk you through the roots like Tariq Trotter
I’m the best slimes, neck shine, we could square off in a ring but let’s rhyme, tec9
so you rest fine, baa! baa! thinking I wasn’t gon shoot right? haha, in your left mind!
I could show em the ropes, roll in the votes, their life on the threadline
You be in the stars, when I ’wish wish’ slice ya shit with knifes in ya intestines


Shifu!