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Amen

This week, my case is different. I believe in Jesus name, amen.

brostheo:
Who's God and where the Bleep is he

God is in Heaven. Are you ready to know who he is?

I was around. I got the clip too.they are cult members, being fully loaded with jazz trusted emselves too much to rob in broad day light. 8 of em with heavy guns, it was after a cop was shot in the arm by them that the police around got vexed. SARS joined in, navy, etc


Two were burned, and the rest still sought out...

This thread is created for all underground lyrical cats who want to promote their dope projects. For reviews and rating too.
Just drop the lyrics as well as your songs links and cover art.
We'll do the review and help promote in big sites like pady pady, provided its dope.

Below is a review of a track that was sent to my email by an upcoming 19yr old calabar lyricist.
Vine yard ft valor-- we gon change

Overall rating(delivery + other song elements) : 8/10

Line scrutiny:

We aint giving up. . .church service at the last floor"
(Nice metaphor!!! Swell imagery! I can imagine being in a church now, with two or more floors. So in essence, he' ain't giving up cos his church service's at the last floor. Good pun too)

"Pastor, can we say the Lord's prayer now?
Our father. . .beats our mom and can't get us a better lounge"
(I like how he started the next line with our father--the first line ending with Lord's prayer. Yeah, apparently our father always begins the Lord's prayer. Dope)

"Lazy gs get up on their feet. . .to practice ballet" ... Not work
(Lol, if you don't consider this line dope, you'd have to start taking ballet classes. #smirk)

"Better not quit, fight still like amer tek and black ops"
(Marvel fans ooo, wer Una dey? This dude is cray with em meths.
"Fight steel. . .like amer tek and black ops". Super hero steel usual villains were amer tek and black ops. Dopee)

"Joy comes in the morning, after night, like Bruce's soldiers"
(Lyrically baddo, historically baddest, according to Lil kesh, lol.
After a googled research, I discovered that a certain king Bruce of england had, eons ago, sent his soldiers after a rebellious knight. Damn)

"Now you sade's daughter, no longer a girl. . .who was bright as snow"
(Quit buying current affairs booklet by the road side, buy this dude's track lol, he got enough in his bars. Sade's daughter underwent * * surgery, Sade's daughter now a boy, no longer a girl)

"You could be that Mr incredible who's not from J town"
(MI should be jealous bra, lol)

"Ride with me and we'll cover more tracks than panda remixes"
(Well.... Don demarco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Someone call DSS? This kid's a murderer)

If you's gon drop tracks with lyrics here, it must be dope!!!
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Just imagine that! and this are the kind who'l preach painstakingly to others to repent,when they themselves havn't.pity those who run to new churches just anyhau.beware!! the last days are here!

And now he goes 'bout braggin' and naggin',buh lackin'
his fundamentals 'a saggin' and he's still fallin' not trackin'-in d biz,see he's just an old brown hoe
stealin' his way at nouns he calls chores
leafin' d whole comic and chronicaly searching
for a tonic thatz bound to hit d clinic
a day old dreamer,this fat IBIME needs a trimmer
one eager,one bigger who'd cut his smelly arse(s) thinner for dinner-he'd make a darn fat supper
quit dreaming,IBIME
Just let me show ya d future
coz ya part of d past,and ya task is masked
ya live on trash thatz y yhu make up linez so whack and then ya get a sack letter...ya must pack,ya just hiphop history
ya better start shakin',d gov'z daughter ya raped n abandoned gave birth to a deaf son who swears he's pop's lines are phucking pucky whack.
He's out with a mob n hez gon' mop ya awd
dnt shiver,at least he'l give ya a chance to quiver and do one last whacky verse b4 ya hit d sickler grave,mr numb psychiatric babbler a.k.a #IBIME
TO BE CONT.....
(MASTERMIND PROD.)

HUH? it can't be closed;i want in,now!

Whack lines!!#mr IBIME#

Hey dudes...uhm,i had a rough time at the train station,buh,anyhau...i'm here,and i wanna partake in the,uhm,rap dough?

Uhmm...i dnt think ya hommies are gettin' right,and uhm,just get this .................................... i go by the name of yung mcclair... rappers know everythin' i say's clear enof to have 'em prostratin' and hailin' the boy's good i'm from the hood,where we drop goods full of rap hooks,uh yeah,i'm still that brown lil kid who ya cunts cud never imagine wud be pumpin' freestyles ryt up ya ass...es hahaha,ya hatin' masses dnt diss me,n dnt be surprised u myt kiss my ass someday see my words are like fire when i drop 'em,ya get more than burns that churns and freaking turns............... (MASTERMIND PRODUCTIONS...CALABAR)