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. . .and where can we get her album?

ok, back. was busy with schoolwork couldn't reply this. dude, i've tried downloading, all to no avail. the site opens, yes, but downloading visual studio is in vain. dunno, maybe it's from over here. . .

Hehehehe. . . . .mode9 freestyle ke? Dude spits like he holds a textbook while handling that mic. Mode9 CANNOT/DOES NOT freestyle, he spits pre-writtens

that God syle's like Russell/
eradicate n gladiate darkness while u keep it Gospel!/

Bless!!

Well, the G-man posts. . . . . .because the G-man wants to post .

On a serious note though, it's a mixture. . .for the fun of it, issues arising and shit, to kick some of that dope-ass freestyle text wise, or debate (which i rarely if not don't do nowadays)

Is Nairaland dead or what?! Where them heads at?!

@Kobojunkie,

each time i try downloading, it keeps tellingm e "Cannot find server",. what do i do?

. . .and "The Mic Science" continues. . .


Once again i write off the tip of the pen/
time and again, doesn't matter the which or the when/
thoughts fly by//
. . .like comets through the night sky/
a sick verse engraved like a dino fossil/
ill bars enclosed like a swallowed morsel/
keep that mic on the stand, while you 9-5 that job/
on 'em gritty streets, wit ur life on a stand, thugs 9-5 that glock/
like 360 degrees, you expect the crowd to come round/
the dilemma: do u spit raw or like handicaps, ur flows u dumb down?/
either way, the decision goes two ways/
move the crowd while yet u bust like an Uzay/
keep that mic in balance like equilibrum/
put that back in motion, beta yet get Kels to start the ignition/
i'm at the crossroad//i ask; what do i bust fo'?/
is it for a battle where i rush ya [Russia] like Moscow?/
still on the crossroad, do i equate that burden with that crossload?/
slay wack mcs when the need be/
come dope on a verse like 'em thick trees/
The Mic i turn to Science/
analyse empirically every verse, never leave 'em speakers in silence/
food for thought, watch how i feed your cerebral cortex/
more yet//from that mic watch how i trade that Word like Forex/
till time permits, i dismiss this class in session/
put ur mind on the right, it's way past direction/
hunger for more? I keep u satiated with that shit way past the midsection/


. . .*ahem*, "The Mic Science" shall continue in earnest. Will keep u "students" posted on the next coming lecture

@tianshie:

'sup tianshie? How zit going with that 9-5? Stay on that grind, playa, stay on that grind. . .

Tight ish tianshie! Yeah, i know how that sh*t be. . .stay on that grind like a grater!

Bless!

@osisi,

sometimes i wonder how u guys cope with 'em. Sometimes, i don't see the point arguing. . .when the people you're trying to discuss with have already made up their minds whether right or wrong without thinking. . .

LMAO @ david.

Fickle Lakpenne. In the beginning, it seemed and appeared you made more sense than the usual BS we hear from your other brethren. Fastforward to the present- it more than seems you're tottering the line of irrationality your brethren like blabs787 do on a daily basis.

Uwazzy bone? @ spottie : isn't that not the cat that finished from FUTO? Correct me if i'm wrong but he was/still is with the Mic Movement. Holla.

PS: if i'm correct, would u know anyone going by the name of C.C?

Jesus, John Grisham and his books. . .lavlay, there are. . .

@ bolaji,

ok, we cool. I'd admit u have an idea of verse construction and you've improved slightly with that, your problem is in the content. Work on that. You don't have to force the punchline or metaphor. You know what? Visit Wikipedia, type in freestyle battles, you should get something from that. . .

LOL @ hybrid. . .

@ bolaji :

ok, my anger's dissipated. I accept your apology. A word of advice though, maybe u need to lay off battle rap, or better still learn more about freestyle battles and the likes. It's not about joining words together, putting quantity over quality, it's not about writing meaningless punchlines or metaphors. . .there's more to battle rap than that.

Besides that, you've made yourself into a nuisance albeit an irritating one. Dissing and disrespecting peeps on the net/site doesn't garner u respect. . .hell, u don't have the bragging rights for such an attitude. Whether you are "playing" or not, you make things personal when u start dissing and don't expect me not to take it personal. Capische?

@ bolajiboak,

talk is cheap, shit-talk is even cheaper. When u want to "spice up e-beef to make ish gangsta", it's your choice. But when u post shit like ". . .mumu like my grandpapa", you've crossed a whole fuckin' line. Never in your pathetic life, u diss my family, you get that?

You should be thanking your stars u can hide your puny cowardly pathetic self behind a PC dissing my folks. Let's see your bitchass say it in my presence. . .

It ain't hard to tell fellas -

fesse is bolajiboak's bitch . . . .or bolajiboak is fesse's bitch. . . Oh well, whichever way u want it, both of them are bitches. . .

LMFAO @ worldbest. True talk dawg, that bjpumpin a.k.a Mouth Gig pumpin goat, alias bolajiboak is an arindan and oponu to say the least. I'd rather advice the real heads to leave this sham of a tourney, what a waste. . .classical wack shit goin' on here. . .

Honsule, my email's debo_ay@yahoo.co.uk

Beyond reasonable doubt, gbade declares blabs787 schizophrenic. . .or probably islamophrenic . . . .

emm dafidi, can u fedex them pills over here. . .i believe Sir Blabberworth has run out of supplies. . .

@ Pa Olabs:

how are the beards growing? By the fistful? Good Lord, gbade please grow some. . .

Abeg, does anyone have any Christian rap songs to upload? I need some of that GRITS, Ill Harmonics, manCHILD and KJ-52. Does anybody have "Runaway" by Manafest? I also need "Can i Live?" by T-Bone?

It's "i curse you in my mother tongue " not "flush", arindan. Nairaland's mascot for imbeciles, Gaylord of the Stock. . .sorry Bleep Exchange doesn't even know his status. . .the retards Yaba left releases these days. . .

You're not worth a piss on, i'd probably send ur street dogs like Bingo to do the job. . .

Sickness, that was, n-gauge. . .keep elevating. . .

@ bouzymill,

what it is, pimpin'. To be frank, i've been a lil out of touch with the new sh*t. . .school dey dull me like were for hia. . .though i suppose when i hit the café, i should be able to update maself. Hmmm. . .8 diagrams. . .sounds interesting. . .!

Coming from his royal gayclubness, it's no surprise. What an idiot. Na ur type dey get fans? Even Vanilla Ice spits better than u do. . . .effin' slowpoke. . .better face that 9-5, hiphop obviously's not ur forte.

Coming from his royal gayclubness, it's no surprise. What an idiot. Na ur type dey get fans? Even Vanilla Ice spits better than u do. . . .effin' slowpoke. . .better face that 9-5, hiphop obviously's not ur forte.

@ Maverik,

i don tire for this bolaji goat. . .make d guy take 2 weeks vacation for Yaba left. . .

@ bolaji,

B please, i wasn't commenting you when i said "nice lines though", i was actually commenting Spottie! You were as usually damn wack with them stupid lines and sounded idiotic as u always do. Don't always be in a hurry to get ur nuts in a twist. . .

Word kaydee, i was just about commenting on that. @ spottie, u need to ease up on caps, typin' in 'em caps are like shouting, same stupid shit that retarded clown bolajiboak does. . .can be annoying, and frustating. Nice lines though. . .

LMAO @ Rapsody. . . Gay Club of the Stock Exchange. . .that had me doubling over with laughter in my room . . .reminds me of some stupid cat on AHH back in the days that was referred to as "gay club", 'Deep can u still remember his name?

Oh well, all said and done, Spottie takes it hands down. Was hardly a challenge. . .

No be only real king. . . Rakim, NaS them dey there, u no think am reach that levels, u kon dey jigga. . .shio

. . .exactly the message i've been tryna pass across dawg, EVERYBODY'S GOTTA FRIGGIN FEED n EAT, mode0 and his groupie clowns should shove their self-righteousness and holier-than-thou attitude deep up they anus. . .

Menike, could u pass me that mic, i need to spit some of that mic science. . .

Check this. . .


Lord i can't help but wonder/
from the 7th to infinity, you's the nth wonder/
9 months in the womb, love so unconditional/
played musical chords with my umbilical/
that luv. . .struck an arrow in my mother's heart like Cupid/
sparked a freestyle, flowed with the amniotic fluid/
. . .bars i kicked, mother felt in her stomach/
made her exclaim, "he's kickin' with a revv n spark"/
they say i came soon//made room in that ward/
the process had begun far before i spit that Lord/
major gains//labour pains when i broke that river/
think about it;bars kicked, then the freeflow, now how won't this boy deliver?/
the doc cut the umbilical. . .nah, he cut the mic~chord/
screamed my first battle cry with a might n force/
the 3rd month in a year and the 'smith was born/
the Word coming, but the smith's not done/
Moms was an English teacher, fed me verbs for breakfast/
. . .parts of speech, i break fast, with an ease of the A class/
in my baby fat hands, i held every word steadfast/
squeezed that vocal chord, ma already knew it/
spat my first rap lines '97 neva knew i could spit/
from then on, analysed it, sliced and diced it/
refined words till i could spit that precise spit/
the Wordsmith became gbade or gbade became the Wordsmith/
2 sides to a book, read it, the pen bleeds it with that God-spit/


thank you for paying attention, a gratifying lecture it has been. . .next on the Wordsmith's series of "The Mic Science", well, the 'smith would leave u posted, shall we. . .?

@ Jduck,

what it is pimpin'? Lemme spit some on your thread. . . .u can use it for your verses, hope to hear u on wax soon!

@ Rapsody n Hybrid,

what it is, people. . .lol, workload's been keeping me from frequenting 'ere like i used ta. . .but then, a quick one. . .


Who's this good?/
brings to the weak food/
a grin to your grim mood/
peace to the sick 'hood/
sends rain to the dry and clouds comin'/
rend ur pain to the sky, an outpouring. . ./
. . .of blessings, an outsourcing of lessons/
a 9 claps, but what i got hands for/
fisher o' men, boat floatin', Jesus my only anchor/
got drenched in annointing waist deep/
my lips created to praise thee/
picture-frame it, none of 'em haters can faze me/
when i walk thru that valley of the shadow of death/
can't afford fear, Lord there's no need to swallow my breath/
breath your Word on my soul/
my Lord, ur glory's a life's goal/
to the faint-hearted, the thirsty and the meek/
by God's grace, make harvest, bless thee as ye seek!/