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Like Yung Joc said, "It's going down!"

Yep

. . .because he simply doesn't want to be honest (lol, isn't it obvious?)

Gawd, i'm still laffing. . .

Bolaji, you go girl

Yeah, it's the Word's rap up '07/
the 'smith slew 'em cats with a record close to heaven/
at the beginning, had beef with flomirakuluz/
gbade lyrically cock'd guns//locked horns with Shishi. . .that ho was miraculous/
dude had a man-made clit wide as a soup bowl/
with a bitchy attitude to add as a footnote/
we took it the battle way, threw verses till the last man ceases/
but gbade got a rep as that mic-jerker, ripped his sorry ass to pieces/
afterwards, me, n'fan, hoodloyals n 'mirakulus squashed the beef/
fought n ceased and lyrically tossed em clips/
then ma man menike revived the rap freestyle thread/
wit paddy lo and tianshie, lyrically i broke bread/
mid-year, NL got boring with them dumbass topics/
it's like Nairalanders got wool in they brains to make em thought thick/
halfway that bitch Bannabas thot he stopped smith/
left for a while, school came callin/
but that lyrical gat was never at ease, the tool came calling/
then came the Hybrid, dude promised to X em cats/
but the 'smith was quick enuff to check them gats//
less 'em stats got messed up flat/
enter Rapsody, dude came with that God influenced ill spittin/
slammed shit like judo and the boy is still kickin'/
dude had his opinions about battle, had clashes with it/
argued back n forth, between classes with it/
felt he shouldn't force 'em opinions as facts/
variety's the spice of life, and that's a fact!/
yeah well, made my peace with him, was fun cyphering with 'em on the Gospel thread/
led me thinkin' 'bout Christ and the blood he shed/
did that afta killin' it with weapons of mass destruction and star wars/
malthuss flipped it//ripped it won one of em tournies over ma flaws/
kept it gully, sought ma pound of flesh. . .sliced jaws/
but alas, the acclaimed gay ass drag queen bolajibroke put a stop to it/
heads no longer bobbed to it/
dude had a brain the size of peanuts/
talked shit, sparked unecessary beef. . .shit suck'd/
yeah u heard it, now get ur hands up/
for the 'smith, with the '07 rap up!/

rof lmao

Screw 'em blues and reds, Gunner for life yo!

Lol, look at this bolaji clown. . .dude, maybe you should take your own advice and stay on your lane and quit jumping up and down, blowing hot air, talking shit and adding mouth to wetin no concern you.

Thinking that starting controversy or stirring up bullshit would gain you popularity and mc status. . .lol, u so wrong, it just makes you up to be an empty individual.

@ tobs,

email's debo_ay@yahoo.co.uk. I'd appreciate it if you sent the trick to ma box.

Frag it, who let them loonies out of the assylum?! HORUS!! What did i tell you about them pills? I said friggin' use them, not keep them as souvenirs!!!

Lol @ blabs787. That guy dey misyarn pass basketmouth. What an islamic clown!

on the real though, i believe theopops has summed up what i was about to say to babs787, so therefore. . .

Babs787,

be man enough to acknowledge you were wrong. Everybody makes 'em, what distinguishes us is acknowledging those mistakes and making sure we don't repeat them.

As is the case with most topics on Nairaland, this is more about your ego rather than you believing the quran/your religion is "untainted" and "pure". It is that ego and that puffed up pride that pushes u further, that doesn't make u admit even when you're wrong. Perhaps you need to check yourself. . .same goes for olabowale. Ponder about your attitude and what drives you so.

I believe fesse, bolajiboak, and ho-show are one and the same. . .

Been on the low, yeah Bleep tha hype/
the 'smith rolls with the beat while i rock a mic/
how you gon' best me when i'm the best G/
let's see. . .i bless thee with that lyrical technique/
i'm the type of cat who keeps a record on the foes he fought/
you're the type who keeps a record on them holes u got/
my verbal tactics. . .i rhyme past this/
wack mcs, soft to 'em hunnies, yet tough like khakis/


. . .the 'smith just dropping by with a lil' something something. Happy New Year people. . .

No dammit, she's calling YOU a gay ass drag queen

. . .actually i'm of the opinion, mailmalc killed it.

Happy New Year, people. . .

I am beginning to believe Olabs does the voice-overs for IR Baboon in "I M Weasel". No, seriously. . .dude makes little or absolutely no sense in them dumbass posts. . .

Fa Heaven's sake, this is the festive period, there should be a mass discount on them pills. . .Jeez

@honsule,

yo, what's poppin'? Compliments of the season. Is it possible for sims to still be activated for "internetgprs"? I attempted getting sim activation for internetgprs but was given "AccessWAP" instead. Holla

Lol @ Rapsody. True talk, doe. Streets don't feel Santa no more. Heck, Streets don't feel Christmas no more. Like a pastor once said, once purpose is lost, abuse is inevitable.

So how was ur Xmas day celebration? 25th was Po Deep's birthday, had a lil get-together and some with a big-ass cake and the rest. Me and Deep had the toilet on auto-flush for a few hours

@ Rapsody,

lol, what's with hating on Santa/
remember back in 'em days, that playa gave me fanta/
gifts and candy bars were fvery kids mantra. . .

Lol, ok that seemed dumb. . .but on the real though, Santa didn't send presents? (lol)

Just count all them retarded cartoons on Cartoon Network, no long thing. . .

Yeah, what it do chiogo/
stay fly with the flow though/
keep it illin' with the inking/
keep tyte that vision till the eyes stop blinking!/
gaze into the stars, remember 'em days lived past/
lest i forget, the 'smith wishes y'all a Merry Christmas!/

Yeah, what it do chiogo/
stay fly with the flow though/
keep it illin' with the inking/
keep tyte that vision till the eyes stop blinking!/
gaze into the stars, remember 'em days lived past/
lest i forget, the 'smith wishes y'all a Merry Christmas!/

Yeah, what it do chiogo/
stay fly with the flow though/
keep it illin' with the inking/
keep tyte that vision till the eyes stop blinking!/
gaze into the stars, remember 'em days lived past/
lest i forget, the 'smith wishes y'all a Merry Christmas!/

PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT -

alright heads, listen up. there's gona be a rap battle between the Wordsmith. . . . . . .and the Pope a.k.a Popizzle a.k.a IllwitSkillz tomorrow. . .on this thread, here. Sign up people. Hola.

Got her album yesterday. Shit was banging better than nymphos. Asa mos definitely tops 'em all like bottle corks. We need talented musicians like her. . .enough of 'em club bangers.

Today's Saint

The Wordsmith


emm. . .is the camera rolling ?

Now the Wordsmith came. . .

he saw. . .

cyphered with the illest cats. . .

slew wack mcs. . .

started growin' a bia~bia like Pa Olabs. . .

had a deal with Tupac and the Pope. We were gona do a remix of "Hail Mary". Go Mc pope/kick that rhyme so dope! . . . .

And he conquered.


Ok, ok, fastforward let's get down to the Latin. . .

Ave Maradonna et Arsenal FC. . gbungada, gbungada tsk tsk, tiko tiko, gbosa! avsec, yidi yada, yakiti yakiti yak yak shubudaba dubu



AMEN!

@ pilgrim,

where've you been all this while, sistah? Them Catholics on board have been heaving a sigh of relief, blood pressure was at an all time low in your absence. . .and John Bunyan has been looking for ya to progress (get it?). School holdin' ya? Well, gbade's on break. . .dem wan use acada kil me. . .

@ poster,

wasn't a muslim, but my Dad was. His Father (good ol' Gramps RIP, G reppin' for lyfe, Grandpa!) was a muslim. Died in that state. But my Dad converted in his youth, and so did his brothers. . .except one. His reason? I'm not so sure. . .just thought i should share this with you. Holla

Yep!


Keep it reppin'//while the mic's still in session/
i'm a mean reflection//of the Lord's will and blessing/
i rip it//while the mic bleeds it/
the fly reason?//Christ did it!/
i kick a dope rhyme to the Most High/
stick a cold nine to the enemy of old time/
bound in Christ, we stay a massive one/
to ma sick Gospel cats, this mic i pass it on!/


'sup Mailmalc, 'Brid, 'Sody? What's cooking for Christmas?

shuo? Obiageli, Pamperme abi na Pampers , una still dey here? Kilo'n happen? Wuz poppin'? Ologbo o sin le, gbogbo yin shako abi? anyhoo, nuth'n para

Glory to Jesus!
Honour to Jesus!!


y'get that?

@ Hybrid,

what it do soulja?//Christ's army comin' through soulja/
rub shoulders// and keep the Word burning like hot toasters/
manufacture dope rhymes like a synthetic/
life could be grim n hectic//but my progression stays Arithmetic/
Christ's the reason for the season/
you seek him when you need him/
even when you bleed 'em//
to the Father, he's sitting with 'n' pleading/
by his stripes i'm healed//Christ in my life i'm sealed/
put that J spice in your life, hatas get real!/
Lord Jesus got a foresight infinitesmal, far-he-sees/
but the Pharisees don't want no truth or some clarity/
they refused the dopeness so they snap'd em trees/
gave Judas silver to stack 'em cheese/
but the Lord rose from the grave/
them foes he forgave/
angelic horns n trumpets blown to the octave/


. . . .aah frag it, someone please continue

Please pass me that mic/
let me grace this thread with spits classic n tight/
i handle that divine verse like a massive arm fight/
i pass this Gospel//the world so cold like the artic North pole/
tryin' to strategize but the tactics come slow/
that spit i keep corrosive like a acid-run flow/
i don't do this ma way//all thanks be to Yahweh/
past th' same//live life on the fast lane or the highway/
God's laws i try ta violate/
but the Holy Spirit keeps me in check like a chess game/
thank the Lord for the outpouring of blessings, the 'smith earnestly waits fo' the next rain!/

*ahem's this is not the "Mic Science"*

OFF THE RECORD

off the record//i bust in a second/
still delivering that Mic Science i get u lost in a session/
to these weak heads//i smith verbs, go rounds like glocks and a wesson/
my lips rose to the beat//my feet stays close to the streets/
most o' the week//that verbal trig stays close to the heat/
verses i be flippin n rippin'/
thru the rythm i keep it illin'/


y'feel me?