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tired 0f reading st0ries....... Haba

expect me tonite

mikuz ur a fool. U kip decieving urself

rip off ya spine, then i use ya clock to settle my bills like its ''pay-back-time''//
cos using ya blood to paint my cadillac is the only time i spray-wack-rhyme...

even if yhu ball 4 madrid.. U stil cant kip it real*//
mah flow must be damn sexy.. Cos its what h0rny gzz feel

and so what after the battle? Shey u say u get endless lyrics? We go drop em til we taya. Idiot
foolish fool

with this, yhu cant get any better in rap/
so like bad business, i've lost interest replying ya crap....

Yhu slow to progress like ya 2go star../
old vets dont test a d0pe master../
yhu aint coming (c-u-ming) up/ b!tch niqqa stop phuckin wit mah star/
I hit ur mouth/ coz u suck lyk ur girl's t!t/
take off ya teeth/ now u stop biting lines like a hungry n!tw!t/...
Puttin my name in ya flow../ is tha only d0pe line u know/
but how u gon drive us mad/ when the only time u took a ride is foolin yaself ontop d ho's pus-sy/
In diz rapsh!t,/ i stay fly and "fit" like colabo/
U sure aint messing wit diz being/ ur flow wack/ dumber dan mr.bin/:
So best kip ur style to urself cos ur "source" of inspiration must be 4rm tomato/
ur wordies aint on point/ phuck James.. Dey blunt/ dey aint tight lyk a ho's coint/
i split myself into 4/ now u've just met-ah-four/ and my bars "strong" like dish....
Wat u think am metal for?/
But the lines u spit;/ like being a lyrical architect wit more blueprints dan jigga/ that wasnt a metaphor./
See i ball lyk blues so phuck ur band/ and the ground yhu stand/
rip off ur veins/ take ur blood to a marketer lyk its "red blood cells" for a grand/

Take off ur b!tch's clothes/ straff her on code/
then i remote her feelings like she's my decoder/
she acts strange... Niqqy too dumb to decode her/
in FFR, u script bars like DBR/ But i "do-me" like psquare/
see? U aint real in here/ so like "yung6ix" ur hustle's taking u "no where"/
i could go on & on switching flows/ but like tyson, a blow is a enuf 4 a dawg wit stupid ego/
so get my name off ur mouth before i add an elbow...
Phucker..

should i say wack? Hmmm. No comment

dj5naira: Bring beef. .ate his meal. .crushin' lines. .its a wind mill!/
Novak Djokovic. .im toppin' the rank chart!

which rank? Split ya head into two and Think twice!

if illmatic sleak is replying this hater/ den it must be anoda advice letter/
ya previous ish was wacker/ u aint no rapper/ even ya best aint getting better/ so like a lame biitch actin lyk a "rapper", ur just a "WEIRD MC"...../
Ya red light makes sleakid CANT-GO/ dat was an ANT-BLOW/ from a PANT-PRO/ ya lines aint connecting like a Bad pc/
This is a hot trend/ where empty brains see their end/ bt it aint wise killin a novice, so its best i act a friend/
but 2 be honest, nucca u aint ill/ neither do u flow to kill/ bt if ur verses i "feel"...!/ Then lyk the 7th book of the new testament, its "ROMANS" / i come hard, nw he and his type cnt cope/ so why em? See em! Be acting d0pe/ even junkhood with no rap hope/ be claiming king of orlans/

his bars aint strong/ so i cut off his tongue/ use his blood to write another gangster song/
he's flow deep bt mine stil "cut in" (curtain)/ so i "win those" who come on "board" wit the press of my trigger button/
he spice up rhymes... Dicera... ! Buh like empty messages, d mugu delivers nothing/ or whats rotten/
they drink ya bullets 4 energy/
but i drop "U" and any "G"/
U can test flows/ but certainly not a flow rider (florida)/
cos i leave u "backdated" like counting from december, november, october...../
am still number 1/ even vets dnt mess with this figure/
cos i leave em with more "mark" like the new testament../ Dia brains, i disfigure/

/ so if ur properties gat wheels,! Niqqa u better "pack ya belongings"../
cos beefing sleak is lyk preparing 4 racks of sorrowful endings
Peaceout..

mikuz: ..and make you go 'nut' . .like you were heading to Kaduna/

biting my old lines huh?

He knows am back like as$/ am the $h!t.../
so fhuck his £r£ction,.. I bring mo' "heats"/
Fear on his mind! U can see it tru the x-ray!../
He's feeling sleak, no h0m0,! But i leave him behind like his ex-gay/
He couldnt come-up wit sumtin new/ nothing he knew/ so my ill lines outplayed the trash he queued/
FOES beta dont step on TOES/ ya fans KNOWS the difference between wack ish and sick FLOWS/
No atenna... But the difference is "clear" like mtv-base tv SHOWS/
His throat i slit,/ his head i split,/ then on his brain i spit/ call it "headlines"/
I wreck his legs,.... place him on clocks & "leave" him on-time like deadlines/
Even "unbelievers" know i flow "tight". Gat a big leg on diz trend/ i run this ministry.../
Put sleak on sahara/ he'l neva run dry/ old cats remember the past like i MEAN HISTORY....!/
i cut off his hands and ignite it wit his stomach/ now he's feeling the sparks/
Seems (sims) i flow too hot/ so i spit the lines on his face like tribal marks/
No jamb questions, but i've seen his type/ Craps he hype/ dude aint beta dan wack-COMzy, in "general". No pipe...!/
Gave myself a lowcut but he stil put "lies"(lice) on my head/ dat am wack/ so even wen i come plain, my lines he cant decipher....!/
but dnt 4get teddy-wrappers are "dull",/ so place shovels on my words, u probably gon dig "THE CIPHERs".

ur a fool

LEGGO...
I come on point lyk dots/
killin fakers on spot/ cos dey knw d boy hurts!/
diz days even low-lives claim "d0n"../ Simon" knows u aint tight.. So lyk www.naijasex.com, u drop loosed pun/
Matter of fact, dey faker than nicki's as$/

And ya flows so "soc" like a boring sociology class..../
U aint tight so get the screws../ reply this? Wat 4 wen u beat around d bush lyk rodents..
Repeating same "curse" like carry-over students/
.. DAT AINT BEEF!!!
Phuck d clocks if dey're ya currency cos u nid nt spend-more-time-here...
And ur flow aint straight.. So in school u shuld Bend-more-rhymes-there../
my presence be like gift of "death"(dirt) cos i leave U "wasted"/
punches "close up" ur mouth/ droppin diss is d only time i copy! "pasted"/
i drop d verses! He knws am better than "hyme"(him)/
he's tryna fight back/ so i grab his spine/ place it on my handz- nucca knows i got his back/
he aint the illest/ neither the best/ coz like local clinics, he lack "words"/
i step in tha block, taking over him & his crew step-by-step/
He's tryna act tough.. I take him out lyk dates/ d mugu aint gat a "story" to tell/ no hood to rep/
i say it straight/ his wack/ wordies he lack/ always braggin ontop of same old flow like noah's ark/
i-pen-this/ he knws its sicker than apendix/ bt still tryna hate-this/
so i phuck his brains off and kip it behind my "wards" like prefix/

am ill... Buh if i aint the $h!t...
Then why u phuckers tryna flush me?...
Peace~out...

mikuz ur just a confused fool hating like a lunatic

hmmmmm

yessir
Been away like flight, niqqaz can still feel the flyness//
Ontop of my haters, dey be callin me tha lyrical highness//
Sleak is back wid ill-flows/ and aint no fhuckah stoppin me cos i will-flow//
I give yhu wat yhu feel bro/ so like tyson spittin on the mic. Men my rap will still-blow//
Ahaha. I knw u feeling this(diss).. Aint talkin beef/
but tha boy still rule dis crib lyk a murfuhuckin chief//
No timing (thyme-in) bt i still spice up rhymes,/ even haters be feelin dis to death.. Call it cyber-crime//
I spit glocks in dis block / and men dey say Gods time is tha best so i walked into tha church and stole a clock//
And now am spittin more verses than hyme (him)/ so like a sick brick-layer, mehn i still remain tha illest niqqa in dis block/
School thangs gat sleak busy.. Just said i should pen-diss/
Men i aint dead, like celin dion I'M ALIVE..
Yessir

smh am impressed even wid dat idiot mikuz... School thangs gat me shying away.. Ima pen down sometin friday night. Peace

smh am impressed even wid dat idiot mikuz... School thangs gat me shying away.. Ima pen down sometin friday night. Peace

mtchew. Boring rhymes everyday. Ibime and mikus una don fade jor.

mumu who asked for ya history? I knw ur wack, Wonder why yhu think ur d0pe now. Guy ur just decieving yaself, Wenever u have natin to spit, u run away from nl. Den come back all of a sudden giving stupid excuses, Keep preparing for ya mum's memorial. Am also preparing for urs// YHU DEY PARA LIKE PARAGRAPH, Guy ur such a dummy. U cant even post exactly wat u read, I swear goat get sense pass yhu. Go back go read dat line again. Idiot.

mikuz:
Ibime yo wedding,
na for Ph e go hold?
I haven't gotten my I.V oh.

lwkmd. Run away fool

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Am still topping and dropping another x-rated flow/ hope ur above a-teen (+18)//.
2bars i spit murders ya whole sixteen//
yhu call my ish ''the week''
/ urs dont even make my day like 24hours//
and how u gon give us a usain treatment when ya ish aint even iller than ours//.
it aint my fault am sick plus blessed wit tha flow//
yhu aint even "lucky" like "dube" dats why ya craps cant blow//
old wrapper like yhu wan form tight/ wen u lay bars wit sweat//
oh boy "balance" cos am sure yhu aint ready to "die yet"//
Ya rhymes lame, dey aint connectin like having a  bad 2go net-work//
so yhu just dey run ya mouth like putting ya lips on a road-walk//
I smile when u say u've been on this for a while, / Acting raw with no file//
claiming yhu flow wen u aint nile// nucca u still needa "update" ya rhymes like my "profile"//
And i aint claiming titles with a looser/ am only standing on my ground like a landlord//
yhu aint my "match," try ludo cos ya §hit aint crossing my bridge like stAm-ForD//
ya bar-tender,  ur flow aint "HOT" like a stone-hearted-nucca//
and puttin SEGA on heads of legislators is the only time u'll be repping the games as cloned-r3tard-suck3r//
truth be told,  amongst ya crew u was d only niqqa "balling hard"until i-benched-yhu//
yhu stopped being hot the very day i-quenched-yhu//
Still claiming yhu the §h!t? I wipe yhu off steady-like-tissue//
And the only time yhu step up to my class is when am ready-to-teach-yhu//
you're exhausted/ ur geared-to-decelerate//
cos i set ya lyrics on fire/ now ur running-out-of-words//
So yhu keep repeatin old rhymes/ but am alergic to wacks so i aint scared-to-tolerate//
yhu knw this is ill bt yhu aint gat the "spine" to "confess"/ guess am burning-mouth-and-cords//
but i aint surprised// cos i stiil remain the "CHIEF COOK" of flow  y'all the spice (despice),
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i drop diss wid mad skills like psycho do//
He better take a "break" like wacko jacko do//
He's all about the rymeZ/ but still uses hammer to crack his head before he drops it/
Dis bitcccch rhymez wid §h|t/ while my fist rymez wid his girl's t!t /teeth//
I drop the punches like tyson/ he kips learning from me like jamb lesson//
check me out// we no be mate// am hell "L" like a bishop// this "pun " (p0rn) is getting worse (wh0res)//
So wats d need talking when he can always "shut up" and stay "in-DOORS"//
He's never been happy/ he claims to have a bitccch but the h0e dont see him as "HER PEE"//
He's flow aint gat focus like broken lense/ plus he makes no sense// i might rate him high but he wont pass "TENSE" (10s)//
He's tryna play me cos am the game// he kips striking wid no aim/ reason why he aint on point like scores//
He said he's the best rymer/ me a bomb timer// i still go into his field and defeat him duh i aint no mid-fielder//
He must be gay cos he's claiming d0pe// mikuz' d1ck in his mouth// he's always gon be a suck3r (soccer) like manchester feeder//
I make him speechless when this dumb figure "HATE"// he's still playing hard, /, like snooker pockets, i make him swallow his balls/
He goes to a community secondary school to rehearse his rhymes// yet he doesnt spit CLASS-SicK//
Dis weak critic need "schooling"/ but would the fhuckah "admit"??//
Look here nucca, am all about the blood gang// so the corpse yhu be feeling|
Ya crew am killing/ rapGod in here, yhu wacks am healing//
take no pills reason why am still illing/ and yhu a weakling//
Aint talkin netowrk but ima let yhu fool yaself in a web of ya own,
OuTta here,

he aint right/ i left him behind//
his flow aint gat points like a bad essay writer/
His brain is on repeat. He kips sayinq am biting lines/
Even wid bullet proof surrounding his doom he still cant prove it/
So wats he tryna say? Or is he tryna systematically quit?//
His entire flow was blank, Weakling effing wid me. Nada could c.u.m outta it/
him know say I sick die like yar'adua/
And him wack die like eating to death/
He probably gat notin to "OfFeR"/ of "COUrsE" he's a rap "drop out"//
He doesnt belong here/ still "wonder" why he so "blind" to notice .//
I mount-IN here like DEW to murder his entire crew//
they havent been on track so dey all took the race like black americans/ /
Now he's claiming one man standing// but my drug lines he aint understanding/

I dey ''PARA'' dey drop bars like ''GRAPH''/
He's such an illiterate netcee, He aint getting the points cos i flow wid no ''PARAGRAPH''/
He aint good at disss (this). He lack words, Wat i say is truth-fOOL/
dey say its flow for rank but am chasing him wit plank/
So like boko harams seeking for employment' he better go get a "b|0w j0b"//
He keeps praising himself. Dis gods must be crazy/
Did he say am jealous? Lol/ i dont needa N.V (envy). Fhuckah its all about "I"/
Is he fly? He must be a fly/
my bars "press up"his skull wen he's behind the "CounTeR", Now he's counterfeit' (counter fit)//
I gat grenade on my apple wrist watch, Now its "time to blow" up his teeth//
Hold-up fhuckah/ if yhu dont dig this then ya brain "go-slow"//
He said am getting progressively worse/
Nohomo buh i blush to dat cos/
Am progressively getting whores like his mum and sisters//
I should stop here dummy,

give him uppercut/ put remote in his head, i control his thought//
How yhu gon say am wack wen am on track/ sick flows yhu lack. Ibime plus mikuz, still cant make me to pack (Tu-pac)//
See i aint no naeto-c bt am switchin levels, 10/10,
And wat da eff is diggity? I call it rap stupdity//
Yhu so outdated like adding a 13th month in the calendar//
Reason why dumb §h!t ur the founder/
No steven bt i wonder why ya wackness makes me wander//
He's a baby rapper. Dis jambito knws i aint his "TyPE"/
He comes in UNI-form/ cos he's based on UNI-style, Lol dis dude mumu don ripe//
His ryhmes aint sick/ dey just too weak/ he cant move forward (4 WORD) cos (1)he (2)is (3)a (4)fool//
He's so wack i call him wacko. Aint talkin jackson/
I leave scars on him like zebra/
sleak still the illest/ even if he's the best, am still d realest/ fhucker gimmie dat tick like "niKe"/
He gat notin to say/ he's just hating, / niqqa iz jealous cos rap am dating/. took a pistol to d law court, i drop bars/ he's still debating//
Okay Plain (plane) and simple, he knws am fly/
Spitting wid tobacco ima mouth, i spit high/
He's too dry/ and only time he'll be claiming "heir" apparent to rap is when he's ready to "dye"/
I light up the xbox, now he's playing wid fire/ my punches connecting wid his tooth like "blue", i never retire// am higher/ dis low life punk cant "diss-higher" (desire)//
he aint good enough/ my style rough plus tough/ i spit to make him cough//
See the only time i see someone better dan me is wen i look at the mirror/
Yhu cant save dis day even if u are a banker/ ya flow rated zero//
And yhu aint no boss cos u aint no ross//
Shots in ya doom/ i keep repeating the sin (scene)/. Many thought i work wid ''WARNER'' bros//
And dissing girls in ya flow makes yhu duller than teddies/ dummy ur fhuckd up like dildos/
Advice from me to yhu. Next time WARN HER bros
Like dat american movie producer//

, Dude put mikuz' d1ck behind yhu? U probably need back-up
Out like the 3letter word

He's been payin dues to my flow bt always come out wid a silly excuse wenever i infuse something new//
Long as he kip spittin his trash in his own lane, it doesnt (BORDER) me//
Saying am biting lines wen he cant afford one// all said and done think this pun just tryna make up wid d don//
This days wen u spit sometin sick yhu get alot of critics//
fuckah i aint suprised cos ya brain has got more Fhuck ups than brunette chicks//
See, nohomo buh am always ready for yhu,/ plus mikus and ibime too//
Cos i stay ''granded'' like ''theft'' // and if yhu ever ''F'' wid this kinda ''G'', ima skip ''H'' and then ''I'' strike ya balls like "J.J" (jay jay), K?//
Did i say "strike"? Lol we aint matches dude so how come u kip talkin abt fire flames all the time?//
oh myabe its ya best rhyme, //
But am more of the punches and am quick to crack-ya-ribs like 2go jokes//
plus DRAG-ya-hips UP even when am GONE. Fhuckah u digg?//
How yhu gon be ''the shining light'' when ya flow aint even DE-LIGHT, fool//
Yhu so dark in d game like black. luke (LOOK) wOrm better MARK my words like ya K.James, Ur just a wack tool//
Feel honoured? When i always BAR-gain. Yhu make a lot of lose (LAWS)//
I still study ya laws then i break the rules wid my claws, //
And if u've started feelin ill den am the source, //
I inject yhu with fever like ima bad nurse/ then i put rosary on ya head so yhu can carry ya cross//
lol guess am beginning to get harsh on dis egg, He aint fertile//
Am the rAW File. My punches go skin-to-skin. Am sendin him on exile//
AnD where tha Fhuck is the mo'fhuckin MIKUZ Afraid to spit?//
Ah need not goto into ya PRofile, U already choosed to be SILENT//
My STYLE- plus swag is deadly, He gets on my TRACK and RUN-A-WAY//
at first i thought his flow's WICKED. Now i knw the fool is just another WEAK-HEAD//
Dont fhuck wid me, Try my girl's p.u.s.s.s.sy, REST-in-PIsssSSS

Guess am back to crack backs for ya fans to pack//
Yhu Niqqaz so wack yhu lack balls. yhu faker than nicki's sacks//
Dude cant diss me straight, sayin §h!ts ima back, well ima shoot his jaw and still stay behind the sin//
Then i take his "shots" cos am "M.I" (me)//
My disses (disease) are ill so i infect his whole crew//
and if he's claiming fly its cos my last ish made him flew//
If this G cant mind his own business then why cant he hawk his §h!t??//
Cos i aint feelin his flow even if he typed with love portion//
AMA KIP KIP staying ontop like ya effing t-shirt cos yhu no "TRY" like polo//
Yhu cant be on track cos yhu flow so low (solo)//
Dude before yhu hate, sTand on a rollex and watch ya weight. See? Me and u no be mate//
Yhu is a dumber one, am the number one. Yhu read flows from daddy, yhu slumber son//
G- no stringe attached but yhu is a fake a§§, Claiming michael scofield yhu still cant break this bars//
Yhu aint even worth my level, fuckah try 50//
last time i checked, dis w'rapper was signed 50cent//
now i should make dis a WARNING like nigerian movies,,
Niqqa am sayin it again, test me not like palm kanel, dissin me is like seeking for death//
back off now cos 2 late is a double death//
cos my lyrics will go deep like prophets even wack ibime gon say ''i should LEAVE dis poor-FELLA just like abandoned KUTI// lol
Must i call DBR in all my flow? Guess am making the weakling famous//
dude went out shopping he still couldnt PICK NICK (picnic)//
see, am ill like my clean nick (clinic)// a WARD from me murders all the trash yhu speak. Plus yhu weak like 7days//
Lame rhymes THIS DAY, i see no PUNCH. Dude package ya wacklines in a VAN and probably get a GUARD//
so yhu can protect ya dumblines like a condom man//
Fuckah am done talkin. Standing infront of ya clock. Am AHeaD of TIME,

fuckahz taking over, // we aint in tha classroom but ya 2line disses gat me bored, Digg dat

niqqaz cant rap dey do ragga, Y'all niqqa have short lives like jude abaga

I make money, yhu niqqaz make mouth//
See i no fit shout, ya flow more bitter dan stout, wat y'all about??//
Yhu probably think yhu tight cos ya dad used u as 10percent loan//
Filling superstar, guess u just jammed ice-prince's track in ya zone//
Niqqa test me not//
claiming yhu tha best wen u flow dry like north//,
Yhu never placed ya d1ck in a circle but yhu always phucking around//
Lyrics so meaningless like a mad man's speech// dude best stay mute cos ya flow make no sound//
Yhu say u ill and u flow to kill, bt ya flow i dont feel so like phucking yaself, ur the only one feeling yaself//
Mikuz is the name? Wat a shame. Lol. Dude claim old vet bt still flow for fame. Reason why u drop wack lines like empty hen//
and u aint making points even if u gat dots all over ya flow.//
So best put a tyson on ya waist so ya hip gon blow//
Ima make dis niqqa feel like dying like carter//
and let ya crew men put clocks on em eyes so day watch me occupy dis space. No matter//
Oh am dissing him?//
Nah am only saying his flow is ancient and mine modern like hyme//
Cos even if he kips memorising the superlative of "good", he wont be doing "better"//
He's just a hater, if i say he's tight den its a flatter. He's too dumb he never delivers like a missing letter//
And dbr i onced said your rymes lame, plus ya name. Embarrasing yaself just for fame? Wat for wen u aint even gamed. Dude get a scissor and cut ya crap//
Yhu aint worth diss (diss), niqqa 2 words for yhu, "QUIT RAP"
oUt lIke Y'all H.I.V rEsUlT,