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It's very obvious that the Nigeria music industry, has turned into a massive and rapidly growing one,
i give it some credit for that, but below are some hilarious titles.

you can drop yours, it time for fun




Triple T ft. Timaya - LEGGE

DJ Exlusive ft timaya -Pangolo

Dr Sid ft don jazzy- Surulere

Dr Sid ft. Don Jazzy The Chicken & The Egg

tiwa savage ft don jazzy- Eminado

Aina More - Jaburata

Patoranking ft timaya - Alubarika

Dammy krane - Ligali

Davido - Skelewu

Davido - gbom_gbom

Iyanya - Kukere

Iyanya - Lekwa uku

kcee - Limpopo

Phynom - shukushuku bam bam

Damn, just sick and tired of this Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

Rick ross ft Jay Z _ The devil is a lie

Demons ain't afraid of atheists,
the only fin is there is no point troubling
whom will never trouble ya,

they're all candidates of hell

A TRIBUTE TO OUR LATE MUM

Be hearted ma nigga,thunder/ there's no need to wonder/
it one of those things/ in life there's many up and the down/
when life pulls the triga at you, don't be eggar to act like a fool/

we pray in tha nama tha father, son and tha holy spirit/
mum may ya gentle soul rest in peace wif tha holy spirit/
moma we cant forget ya care, good legacy and inspiring spirit/

ya memory will ever remain within/ as we live on wif erry fin you left within/
i bring this from within/ and let erry body that's wif me/ say yes as we go on with this/


Quote and drope yours

mikuz: Damn!!! Thunderstorm just lost his mum, take heart bro. May her soul rest in peace.

RIP MUM

What exactly do you Nigerians want ni?

Abu Mikey:

I'm like »»» DafuQ she gonna tell her Mother-in-law if she were a Nigerian

Dem don thief the pikin

Oh God
It's tha ROYAL HOTNESS again

5, you're just a sick dick/ flow-less nigga, wif a flicking itch/
can't communicate wif tha pen, not even the keyboard/
you typing like a kid, in a slate board/ lines so wack, mehn: am getting bored/

rating ya lyrics, it's clear you shouldn't here/
always going easy on you, tryna make this fear/
you cant stage me, less the camel is gone through a nidle/

i Spit on ya Head, Cause all I see Is Pit/ and Ur Lyrics, all I see is Shiiiit !/
like a Maid in hell. . am Serving it hot for you/
Bury U to tha Earth. . murder ya Damm Lines and Give U Face two/
as 4 ya biiiiiiiitch, She gon be in ma Crib. . Doing that dog'gy stuff/ [Oshamo !]
am Sounding Bright Lyk I've got a torch in ma lyrics/
Even in a freestyle battLe/ i got kings Murdered/MOTHER U lyk a Nurse breastfeeding an Orphan. .

fuuuuck you 5naira
Gonna make ya say ma name

Check this out

dj5naira: 'twas fun uncensored/ while the notables cheer us/ gluttons begged us/ ate all/ and sweat more/
overfeed 'em with beans at the rooftop party . . . and ensure they 'mess up!'/

those ''Drunk in Love'' need ta go fa checkup/ . that ''Pretty Hurts'' how I 'XO'es and other resilient knights/
''Blow'' you up in shreds with ''Mine'' & ''Rocket'' . . . and make u feel ''The BEYONCÉ Experience Live!!!''/

Know I lost my fiends due to negligence acts/ . ion call for backups in December/
use my mind to create troops . . . so I could re~Member/

Whichever/ ima man of my word and never short of pilasterings/
I made a vow to end u 'the day after tommorow' . . . that evenin' after viewin' the première of a disaster film/

'twil scatter him/ dont test me, Madiba/ its a case of 'March & die' if u step in, cardinal/
cos i've got land bombs 'scattered all over the place' . . . like used condoms after festive carnival/

The center lines is a preventive marginal/ I maintain my lane while he cruisin' in his bus/
But if he crosses this Kingsway . . . i'll pursue him into a supermarket and shoot him in the stores!/

cut the heir in nine thirds and put him in 3 box/ Wizard of Oz, I spue curse that do weigh/
Cast a drought spell on his 'son' . . . to ensure he never comes back to 'reign!'/

readin' Ola prose pays/ 'tis the responsibility of his 'play ful' mum if his words are also lame/
and for the fact that he came out with ''three eyes plus a hunchback, curvier than Notre, DAMN!'' . . . . The Gods Are Not To Blame/

Someone withdraw raph 'cos today/ ima finish this bruv/ my aim to ensure the gimmick is murked/
i'll repeat the same thing to Patience J . . . your english is PHOCKED!/

no need for a laundress to finish him off/ such a ''dirty rapper'' ...so to takeaway the stains out/
imma soak the ''multicolored T-shirt'' in a JIK solution . . . till he totally 'fade out!'/

If you cant interest dont speak out, fake tout/ rather than spue proverbs that be sharp 'n' nice/
you bore us with hymn & ''psalm'' like Allardyce/

The tired mice/ would no longer be seen in this space station lab/
i'll remove R, with no attempt to dismantle a PlayStation pad/

Just a frail lemon grass/ hes not aggressive at rapping/
disfigure Raphjeezy . . . and make him a hypeR jeaz!!!/

headlines cyphering/ report @ 8 dot/
this is ''Boko Haram leaked video'' . . . and yall just watched me ''slaughter a côck!''/

Boring lines

Oh God
It's tha ROYAL HOTNESS again

5, you're just a sick dick/ flow-less nigga, wif a flicking itch/
can't communicate wif tha pen, not even the keyboard/
you typing like a kid, in a slate board/ lines so wack, mehn: am getting bored/

rating ya lyrics, it's clear you shouldn't here/
always going easy on you, tryna make this fear/
you cant stage me, less the camel is gone through a nidle/

i Spit on ya Head, Cause all I see Is Pit/ and Ur Lyrics, all I see is Shiiiit !/
like a Maid in hell. . am Serving it hot for you/
Bury U to tha Earth. . murder ya Damm Lines and Give U Face two/
as 4 ya biiiiiiiitch, She gon be in ma Crib. . Doing that dog'gy stuff/ [Oshamo !]
am Sounding Bright Lyk I've got a torch in ma lyrics/
Even in a freestyle battLe/ i got kings Murdered/MOTHER U lyk a Nurse breastfeeding an Orphan. .

fuuuuck you 5naira
Gonna make ya say ma name

Check this out

dj5naira: BUSTED.

Mehn you're just a sick dick

dj5naira: I scream YES louder daily/ just to pretend I am crazy/
and if you can't play devil's advocate . . . then get the hell outta Hades/

Guaged his scare factor lately/ never knew this bloke to be fearful/
If you won't 'face your demon' . . . don't beg when I ask you to 'Go to the devil!'/

I make sure your whole bone is levelled/ you'll feel my sole on your back you chump poster/
im pedestrian, you the bridge . . . so battlin' u aint an uphill task, its a 'Walk over!'/

see me in Sports Rovers/ ima diss-patcher/ that scripts cliffhangers/ he just a clown and a bleak writer/
I'll dare the 'tiger' to pass through the eye of a needle . . . if the 'wild cat' claims Ringmaster!/

Hey thin actor/ I know you reside in uncompleted buildings/
now i'mma make you go mad, after I bulldozer those structures for being an uncompetent loony/

Turn him to an unconfident pupil/ with a look of disdain/ he won't be the same/ he'll be searchin' for mask to purchase/
skin him alive, peel the 'outer part' of his dermis . . . till we are seeing a 'sore~face!!'/

Pray not to witness such fate/ disaster bound to abound in circuit/
I fling you inside a whirlin' tornado . . . and watch u 'go around in circles!'/

After I rain blows around this nephew/ he'd wish he wasn't that whetty hollow bozo/
squeeze out his every liquid . . . one gaze @ him, and I bet you to scream 'OKPOROKO!'/

[size=15pt]Fall from kitchen stool [/size]

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dj5naira, a single father with 6 kids/ Still useless wif his skills/
better you face ya calling/ nail and hammer those are ya toolz/
sooner or later you become 40/ and a fool at 40 you know what that means kid?/

i been dancing wif the spirit/ saw ya late grand pa when he came for a greeting/
on his kneel pleeding for ya freedom/ ain't gonna quit till i get this done/
rip you off ya feet/ make you a bye gone/

i can hear some crack sounds like it a gun shot/ reminds me of the word "war"/
i told the story you called untold/ fuuuuucking wif some bittches out in a cold/
this is untold ma nigga/ boiz ain't smilling at all/ 2 pills in a roll wif some fuuuucking bithes/
smoking kutch in a tourney, mehn that ain't funny/ all i need iz money not ya fuccking face/
put tha bullet on ya stupiiid brain call it a fuuuucking fate/

Well now listen

5 let me tell ya bout the last night/ Gun blaze, Ak 47 in the air, that's right/
your babe mama was i victim/ and the killer was williams/ slept wit her and made that a rhythm/
i sacrificed ya biitches for coac case/ mess wif me i make ya a forgorten case




Dj5naira say after me Raphjeezy is the best

Meanwhile if you believe in ya self as a rapper here we go

https://www.nairaland.com/1554011/rap-addicts

or

https://www.nairaland.com/1540749/rap-gladiators

Drake-Hold-On-Were-Going-Home

Meanwhile if you believe in ya self as a rapper here we go

https://www.nairaland.com/1554011/rap-addicts

or

https://www.nairaland.com/1540749/rap-gladiators

[size=20pt]Fall from 21 storey building
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..

She broke ma heart

it's ya boy, and you already know,
am the best that ever did it.
say ma name when you get it.


Gat ma mind crossed like i ain't finkin/ and ma eyes clossed cause, erry fin i see is stinky/
ma brain filled weed and evil on it/ erry tin i fink, evil that's what they call it/

tried to make the devil ma friend/ chim ekwena that's why the devil refrain/
dark room fulla evil, that's what i found ma self/ erry fin scary like resident evil/

got ma eyes closed and ma brain washed/ taught i was going insane then i realized/
i been poping tinz, spending jeaz, poping bottles/ like i own the whole wide world/
killing erry show like world war II/ fuuuuck em that fink ama devil too/

i been dancing wif the spirit/ saw ya late grand pa when he came for a greeting/
on his kneel pleeding for ya freedom/ never gona let go till i get this done/
rip you off ya feet/ call it a bye gone/

i can hear some crack sounds like it a gun shot/ reminds me of the word "war"/
i told the story you called untold/ fuuuuucking wif some bittches out in a cold/
this is untold ma niggaz/ boiz ain't smilling at all/ 2 pills in a roll wif som fuuuucking bithes/
smoking kutch in a tourney, mehn that ain;t funny/ all i need iz money not ya fuccking face/
put tha bullet un ya brain call that fuuuucking fate/

Now Listen

Let me tell ya bout the last night/ Gun blaze, Ak 47 in the are that's right/
your babe mama was i victim/ and the killer was willimas/ gave em ma coac case/
cause i ain't on a cocaine/ i sacrificed ya biitches for coac case/ mess wif me i make ya a forgorten case/


Say ma name

it's ya boy, and you already know,
am the best that ever did it.
say ma name when you get it.


Gat ma mind crossed like i ain't finkin/ and ma eyes clossed cause, erry fin i see is stinky/
ma brain filled weed and evil on it/ erry tin i fink, evil that's what they call it/

tried to make the devil ma friend/ chim ekwena that's why the devil refrain/
dark room fulla evil, that's what i found ma self/ erry fin scary like resident evil/

got ma eyes closed and ma brain washed/ taught i was going insane then i realized/
i been poping tinz, spending jeaz, poping bottles/ like i own the whole wide world/
killing erry show like world war II/ fuuuuck em that fink ama devil too/

i been dancing wif the spirit/ saw ya late grand pa when he came for a greeting/
on his kneel pleeding for ya freedom/ never gona let go till i get this done/
rip you off ya feet/ call it a bye gone/

i can hear some crack sounds like it a gun shot/ reminds me of the word "war"/
i told the story you called untold/ fuuuuucking wif some bittches out in a cold/
this is untold ma niggaz/ boiz ain't smilling at all/ 2 pills in a roll wif som fuuuucking bithes/
smoking kutch in a tourney, mehn that ain;t funny/ all i need iz money not ya fuccking face/
put tha bullet un ya brain call that fuuuucking fate/

Now Listen

Let me tell ya bout the last night/ Gun blaze, Ak 47 in the are that's right/
your babe mama was i victim/ and the killer was willimas/ gave em ma coac case/
cause i ain't on a cocaine/ i sacrificed ya biitches for coac case/ mess wif me i make ya a forgorten case/



To be continued

drop yours and let the game begin