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. . . And Church is now in service. . .

AMEN

@ Rapsody,

yeah, i've read "this present darkness" and "piercing the darkness", some real sick mutha that Frank Peretti is!

@ Jessicalb,

go home and watch Teletubbies! Or better still, bolajibaok quit being the fool and lay this clone of yours to rest!

Zeal
Artquake
Barbara
Rasqie
Ashionye
D'banj
Durella
Tetuila
Big Lo
Goldie

emm. . .lol. . .i don't know how i'm gona say this. . .but i agree with Po Deep. Not because we are related, but because i or should i say we've had Sanchez's album for almost a year and dude is damn wack. He has good ideas and themes for his songs but the album was wack, delivery was wack, rhymes were ok, though. The irony is, one of the songs i hate most is that "pick it up" song. Lady in the Bus (or something like that) was the best song IMO.

If this was the same Sanchez on Mode9's Malcolm IX, then that dude has gone terribly wack. Far more wack than Big Daddy Mack puffin' on that crack

Is it necessary to post links ala Youtube dem?

ROFLMAO. . .

emm, if this is Bolu, then kiss my nuts. . .

Jesus, how the flamin' f. . . did u get here?!

@ Rapsody:

what it is Christ soulja? Finished exams a few days ago, just got back home and broke down after the skul stress. . .recovering though, praise be to Yahweh. . .


PS: if u or anybody are into Christian Literature then i recommend Frank Perreti's books! Go read "The Visitation", good book it is! Having laid my hands on any of Tedd Dekker's books but that cat's been getting some good looks.

Straight up Christ all the way!

Federal Government College, Ijanikin, Lagos. . .


Set of '03

Why don't you get your mind out that which influences you and think in the Bible for once?

Why don't you get your mind out that which influences you and think in the Bible for once?

Lol, i wouldn't be so quick to think holythug wrote that by himself. I can bet my left nut he "dubbed" his response from one of 'em sites.

Simply take a look at his pattern of writing and that of the plagiarised material. 't ain't hard to tell. . .

My mic skill sharp pass razor blade/
Omota were wit a difference, bobos dem dey ask are we safe?/
dis wack mcs no wan risk am 'cause if dem mis yarn/
na wit red eye i dey give dem beat down/
i get more yarns pass women for market/
if u show yaself, o' boy, we go shove yaself inside casket/
i open my mouth, lyrics pour like say na rain dey fall/
gbagb' oshi, mcs no wan jasi, na so all man dey dull/

lol

Nevertheless, it's a dumb stupid thread. . .

@ Alex,

dude is not worth taking a piss on. . .

*brrrp. . .fart*

f*ckin' stupid thread. . .

'sup Mail. How's skul?

Never you forget the 9 when i flip mode/*
Busta rhyme with clips when i stitch h*es/*
the 'smith back at it like a crack addict in rehab/*
provide handkerchieves so u don't lose sweat. . .debase wankstas at they kneecaps/
check the stats, i be's the truth, a fixed but unknown parameter/*
mic in the hand, blast that speaker, then i crash that meter/
wack mcs i X like a co-efficient/*
that mic be that constant when i keep it cold efficient/
them fools beta know the Word on a one quest wonder/
i stays realer than a life potrait, u's just imaginary like a Complex number/*
punch better than ur keyboards. . ./
mc with the best clips, aim and spray at these pathetic he-broads/
next time u fools wana fool [full] around, beta ask whether 'em rounds are empty/
sleeker than a bentley//sicker than a rasta with that Indian hemphy/

@tianshie,

what it do, homes? Thanks for coming by and blessing heads with that sick ish. . .

Actually, children of nowadays only luv the retarded cartoons a la Sheep in the Big City dem. . .

Aaah yes, Candyman was the shit then. . .

roflmao! :d

P. Diddy's damn wack. Besides, Badboy these days' at the end of the food chain. . .

heat ko, ina ni. . .

@ Malthuss,

now that's the shit right there!! Dayumm, now that's my lingo right there! Keep it illin' doe!

@ Menike,

keep it inkin', doe . . .


Now, where that brother o' mine?!!

Now if slugs be dinner, then ur body tastes that glock/
wit this fame i got, Lord knows i blaze that block/
mcs need to brush up they skills like Picasso/
these assholes i leave in the gutter mad cold/
these fools be nothing but a trifle bore/
lyrically i keep the rifle raw//spit ill and keep the mic too sore/
i'm entitled t'wards, the throne and a clause/
step on ma toes and ima use ur head as my footstand/
verses i handle real gritty like a crook's hand/
Remember the Name like it was Fort Minor/
shit, can't believe it's child abuse, all along the 'smith's fought minors!/

gee, and so the other sister doesn't have a mind of her own? Nonsense. . .

Pankere for sale, pankere for sale!!!

20% discount!!

Buy 5, i dash u one!!

@ mamaput,

a ni leave dem se. pikin dey gba malle, dem dey dull person for here! No be only atheist. . . .omolomo wan watch early Sunday morning cartoons, dey maga im momsi say im don turn atheist. Mid-week fellowship nko? im go tell u say im don turn ifa priestess. . .u go fear fear na.


Truth is, Nairaland can't teach you how you'll raise ur kid. . .ok, but dem fit advise small sha. all dis gbuss gbass grammar dey slow person. . .meet with ur kind (Christians), gbadura, follow d pikin talk and if she dey proudin, iya yo pankere s'idi e!


Long thing men, Long thing. . . .

I'm OFF THE CHAIN like freed slaves/
give bars for free, these mcs think they still safe/
i jerk mics so much, i 'flow' worse than a mad masturbator/
u's a slave to my pen, 'cause already i mastered 'em hatas/
i deliver iller than a pregnant HIV victim/
give me them tools, and ima fix 'em with these 16s/
i Smith n Wess 'em when i click n bless 'em/
a strict digression. . .never mess with the 'smith else i teach thy a lesson/
mcs nowadays got attitude probs like they was asinine/
give me lip and i make heads ache like they needed aspirin/
beta y'all recognize, i still sit on that throne/
still spit from that dome//i battle cats but these weaks are all none/

Remember that. . .


'sup Menike, pissu, Mail, '25th, tianshie, Paddy_lo, Nfan, Raven, 'Brid, Rapsody, Jduck, Afrocynic. . . .where y'all at?

@ poster,

Omo, gbagb' oshi! Fi'yen le iya, pankere shin' ben le! Fun l'anaa pa ko ja eti e wale!

Omo du melo ni to tin proudin'? Ab'o ya were ni, ab'o fe ya were ni, what differences?!! To ba ti fe ma fumble, l'opolo ko naa' owo igbaju fun.


Lol, na Naija setting be that. . . .

'25th, would u pass me that mic. . .


+Back again like u needed a second spine/+
the 'smith known to deliver that sickness in record time/
sure ain't Sarah michelle Gellar, but these fools gat a weak grudge/
hatas know my FISTS never stays AVERAGE 'cause i pack a MEAN PUNCH/
i dissect mcs with the ease of a surgeon//
knife your wife through with the bloody greed of a bludgeon/
i don't kick bars no more, i just bitchslap a verse into submission/
victory's nothin' but a constant and a one way condition/
the Word and 25th on that deep shit/
bless a glock n twenty clips on these misfits/
bound by the crimson, blood is thicker than water/
we bleed that shit on 16s, flows' sicker than gutters/
see, i spit illness and transmit telepathic messages thru Deep's cerebral cortex/
he spits back, these glocks bless, we cock teks to these blockheads/
so when u fools run ur mouths, never forget to forget the names '25th and 'smith/
refuse and u get a VIP status on mc burial list/


@25th,

howzit goin' blood? I should be home by next week sunday, hopefully. . .

@ Alex,

what it is, playa. I see u man. Keep illin'.

@ Mail,

hola hovita. How dropping some of that sickness on these. . .

@ Menike,

now, where in God's name are u? Get back here, u are needed!

Now, mcs dare not call me an ingrate 'cause i'm ever generous when i'm venemous/
like a child with bad rickets, these wacks BOW to the King so enermous/
i'm that lyrical maestro you don't wanna test yo/
from the get go, let the tek blow with the red flow/
even the Doc knows that pill prescribtion can never supercede that ill description/
a mean distinction when the 'smith drills inscriptions. . ./
these wack mcs got mic blindness, lyrically they don't see me/
i give mcs tag numbers and battle 'em in 5s, u can ask simmy/
i punch more lines than these rookies//
i got more NINES than these PUSSIES/
that mic POetry, u can never reach with a miner's tool when i flow DEEP/
give these mcs mo' fits, blow mcs with that cold spit. . ./

to be continued. . . .