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@jeje :

actually, mode0 doesn't get shit from beef. Be realistic, it's actually the unconditional d!*ckriding, the 0.2 microsecond interval asskissing that gives him the inspiration. Please, don't even start about beef. When you start/spark something, be prepared to deal and finish with it. Go through your history of hiphop. . .every head that starts shit, ends shit- it now depends on how he ends it. Mode0 starts shit and then he backs out under the guise he's "too big" for the cats dissin' 'em? WTF?! Who the flamin' f is fooling who?

And concerning the Combination thingy, it was only humor, nothing else. . .

Get it? Nah, get this. . . Simple as N Cx X N-NP C n-x/NCn = N!/(N-x)!x! X (N-NP)!/[(N-NP)-(n-x)]! (n-x)!/N!/(N-n)! n!

, yet as simple as a b c, y'still feel me?

@jeje :

actually, mode0 doesn't get shit from beef. Be realistic, it's actually the unconditional d!*ckriding, the 0.2 microsecond interval asskissing that gives him the inspiration. Please, don't even start about beef. When you start/spark something, be prepared to deal and finish with it. Go through your history of hiphop. . .every head that starts shit, ends shit- it now depends on how he ends it. Mode0 starts shit and then he backs out under the guise he's "too big" for the cats dissin' 'em? WTF?! Who the flamin' f is fooling who?

@ bouzymill:

why did mode9 take the glo contract? Simple question. Because he was hungry. Because he's human and not the super bionic, asskissing-loving, mini god, groupie clowns make him out to be, and like every other human, he needs to eat, simple as nCr = n!/(n-r)! r!, yet as complex as ABC, y'feel me?

WHAT??!!

Now, that was hot sh*t straight out the anus Menike! WTF?! Dude, you on some steroids or something? Classic Menike style of punchlining that was! Them weak cats need to come learn some, show them what a mic really do!

Oh well, here goes. . .

T-Bone
KJ-52
Playdough and Pigeon John from Ill Harmonics
GRITS
Dc-talk
The Cross Movement

. . .more abound (lol)

Oh well, here goes. . .

T-Bone
KJ-52
Playdough and Pigeon John from Ill Harmonics
GRITS
Dc-talk
The Cross Movement

. . .more abound (lol)

PEACE!! Some dopeness that was!

WORD, ganjamind, WORD! Been long i've read a verse as deep as that. . .fellas coming with that deep sh**. . . .

@Malthuss,

what it is, pimpin'? Sorry about the HD formatting, man. . .sh*t really happens. . .

@ Rapsody et al,

been wanting to post this a long time ago,wrote this in church during Sunday school. . .i'm on some real complex ish. . .

Check ;

Now that God-style you can't differentiate/
dy/dx // u see yet the fresh ace/
i do this with my mind in it// in less than 5 minutes/
keep that mic rigid// whenever i rip it/
inverse that Calculus, i Integrate with Divine/
got a life-time job spittin', that mic can't resign/
me and Lord Jesus go way back like a path behind me/*
i was the clay, you was the potter that designed me/
"In my Father's House, i got many mansions"/
gbade that mic rascal//God's blessings come in Pascals, u can call it a Binomial expansion/
distributes 'em in Hyper-geometrics/
success is 1-failure, words i smith 'em like Neo n the Matrix/
deliver that dopeness better than that crack-seller/
i stays upfront, G that God's Son, don't wanna be a back-bencher/
the Good Lord goes to my roots like the alpha and beta/*
turns that bad to good, makes what's bitter switter. . ./

. . . .that's about it. . .on second thought that's not about it, anybody wanna add up is welcome. . .

ROFLMAO, skingo the irredeemable

Actually, truth is, ibadan indigenes are on a general note docile muthafcuks. hear no evil, see no evil. . .that's the fuckin' motto!

Could you upload a track or something. . .or something from 'em collabos. . .?

That verse made me emotional, man. . .some real deep sh*t, that was. . .

ROF-LMAO @ eldee. Hypocrisy's the key-word here. . . .

Is Charlie Baltimore white? She looks black to me only with a very fair skin!

Snitch - Curtis . . .lol, loved that. Loved this even more >>

Curtsnitch Ratson
ROFLMAO!

@ Rapsody,

oh i see u too bro. Days were grimey, feel depressed at times when i think about it. . .

@ '25th :

how about we keep cyphering with this? I need to let off some steam. . .

19th of December that fateful day/
21st, was told, expressed maself in hateful ways/
moms passed away, a true born soulja/
only if i could keep it rolling but them days were numbered like rosters/
she kept it gangsta. . .waded off 'em prankstas/
thugs swung 'em tools like Crankshafts, but she had the Good Lord to thank fer. . ./
raising four kids with a stubborn streak in 'em/
taught us what that love do with the feeling/
cried myself to sleep that night. . .lost that fight within/
grew so bitter, picked that mic and vented ma anger on Big Shishi/
got his ass ripped in several ways, named him a Big Sissy/
Po Deep layed off the mic for a while/
i got so shady without the 8 mile. . ./
coulda deflect, got so depressed/
. . .wish i could jus press a button with the reset/

. . .gotta go, lecturer's in class now! To be continued!

How can one get their comics apart from getting to Ikoyi or someth'ng? I've tried contacting Pandora all to no avail. Those 2 comic companies need some PR in they lives. . .

Same ol' wack retarded shit everyday. Synthetic and bio-ethanol, Bush, Israel, blah blah fuckin' blah. . .

Physician heal thyself, before you think about another man's malady. . .

Just for the fun of it. . .

Eminem
Bubba Sparxxx
Vanilla Ice
Everlast
Fort Minor
Cage
Paul Wall

Just for the fun of it. . .

Eminem
Bubba Sparxxx
Vanilla Ice
Everlast
Fort Minor
Cage
Paul Wall

Let me guess, folly is at it again? That dude needs to stay of 'em trees. . .

Tianshie, can u give me that mic, i need to talk to the Father/
need to thank Him for the good and even when things got harder/
gave me a gift to spit with that vigour/
it figures//how i handles that mic with no rigour/
while peeps be spittin' in tongues, been shooting flames, spittin' me lungs/
dragon ball-z couldn't dust me, ish was nasty like i was sittin' in dung/
pops passed away, transition in progress, highway was Heaven/
Po Deep still a young 'un then, had barely made seven/
thought we were finished, that was the beginning of the ending/
spines got strained but moms became the backbone/
raised four kids all by herself in that home/
had to hustle that paper, in pry schl sold my biscuits to my classmates/
taught Po Deep the rules, he ripped bootlegs for the cash chase/
. . .those harsh days, them notes never came at a fast pace/
then things got a lil' better with the cheddar cheese/
but streets became ugly, homies lost with the berreta squeeze/
Y boys, became the kingpins with the sleek rims/
paid their dues to the po pos and walked with street fiends/
ma gave us that education, gave us the right tools to think with/
but boys stay boys and the streets we had to link with/
even with them cats, i knew my stats/
never was the rat, snitched none, never blazed that gat/
. . . . . . . . . .


Frag it, will continue later. . .heavy for me right now. . .dunno what came over me. . .

Nice one, son. . .welcome!

Wrote someth'n some time back, when i was sick and was jostling btw my room and the clinic. . .oh well, here goes. . .

My life's source. . .,
i lay my burdens at the foot of Christ's cross,
that eye-sore//turns for good, celebrate that Lord's doing with high floss,
like i be poppin' henessy//droppin' energy in the mic club,
take my chances with the Lord, do it better than the dice does,
your son's a bit under the weather, but Lord make it rain healing,
engulf my being, seeping thru every roof and ceiling,
clear my air passages, which the phlegm ravages,
upgrade my rap pages from the past ages,
felt like my lungs collapsed but i still manages,
my fever racked body's in high stand,
Lord on me please lay your divine hands,
need that relief//so i could spit that positive on the mic stand,
but the mic stands on the crossroads, my skills i advance,
can't fake this//i faith this and thank you in advance,
by your stripes, i'm healed off this//Excel way past Microsoft Office,
let your glory manifest on me whenever i bust this

SICK!!!

A quick spit. . .

I show a wack mc the exit/
my rate o' change of illness, i dy/dx it/*
got that magic, still pull tricks up me sleeves/
dope with flow, yet don't do 'em sticks wit 'em seeds/
old n new, flows like the new Henny/
get caught with 'em strays, a wack one too many/
on point like a dot, bust straight from the gut/
the block pays when u duck strays from the glock/
my timin'. . . .the clockwork's overload/
ma rhymin'. . . .nonstop i overode/
. . .still analytical, calculatin' vectors/
mathematically inclined, analysin' sectors. . ./
curves n diagrams. . .dope when we snort in higher grams/
rocked with//sought with the higher hands/
ripped mics while still on that calculus/
Laface theorem couldn't tell when i'm about to bust/ i dust this//
. . .wack mcs, then i floss this wit 'em stacks n chips/
. . .don't need no D-cups when i'm about ta bust this. . ./
. . .mic, u can ask Hugo, he'll tell you who the Boss is/


lol. . . .just wrote as it came to my mind. . .

Lol, tell me about it. The G-man was smokin' hot some time ago. . .then the thread kinda lost objective, and i believe Bolajiboak contributed to the ruin of this thread with his usual dumb n retarded posts. . .

Ahem, if i may indulge. . .

Now Gbadebo's known as the Wordsmith/
leave your chick lovesick with that joystick/
back like your behind, and still stronger/
lyrically checked my stats with the gats ta erase blunders/
these foes think the coast is clear/
but the lyrical verbose keeps 'em hoes on 'em toes' here/
good grief//this cat cooks beef with the flows he stirs/
to your wackness, i'm that prescription/
. . .the description, the Word smiths verbs with a precision/
mad props to my homes Menike for the freestyle ressurrection/
go against him? Lol, he's the Punchline Proffesor guaranteed to teach u a lesson/
me and Tianshie on some ill shit, sick as the flow goes/
better get yourself some 50cl, we're as dope as the coke goes/
wanna stay on that grind? better ask P_lo/
on some real 0s, he weighs 'em stacks in kilos/
Hybrid put the "X" on you like the cerebro/*
spits that sickness like the viral with the retro/
battle N-fan? Who wants to be the next stan?/
skin u alive on that mic. . .oh well, u can call it ur best tan/
mailmalc? Nah, malc mails you your death warrant/
on deathrow, u get signed (sine) like the 2nd quadrant/*
Po Deep, you know we go deep/
blood in, blood out, these cats know how we flow deep/
Deep the 25th and the Wordsmith/
now who gon' be the next fool to talk shit?/

Lol, been long i've been on this shit. My internet connectivity was messed up. . .got stabilized a lil' though. . .

Truth be told, i've lost interest in this thread. . .with Maverik going on leave because of the same internet problems i faced, Hybrid backing out, bolaji's ever idiotic posts and the influx of 'em wack mcs on this shit. . .and not to mention the workload in school. . .oh well. . .

Lovely, Hybrid, just lovely. Lord Jesus could beatbox to this!! Lace 'em one Lord!!!

Snap, i got some gospels i've been wishing to drop all this while. . .really pre-occupied these days. . .gimme a minute and some, i'ma drop it. . .

ROFLMAO! Another moment of clarity, if u please :

1. I'm not spoiling for a fight, don't need to do that. My english was plain simple- if you want some, then kindly step in line. If i can recall, you were the one who claimed my hands were full enuff, implying i don't need another cat on my neck. My reply? My hands are far accomodating, you can join the victim list if u want or please.

2. It's a public forum, Jesus-wannabe negroe, i can say what i please, and keep your name in my mouth if i please. Come to think of it, i didn't mention your name; only replied your post.

3. Hey, hey, my lips are not profane. . . . .well, not so profane . . .besides, come to think of it, i've been less profane in my verses than the past ages, heck, goin' thru my verses of recent, profane words are usually limited to "bitch", "shit" and "pussy" once in a while. . .

Sir Blabberworth and Ho-r-us are back at it again. . .

And if it ain't good ol' Pa Olabs providing back-up like a UPS.


You see folks, the problem with Muslims and the Bible especially those like babatunde(?) and pa Olabowale is this malaise, no let me rephrase, this mentality of applying Islamic thinking into the Scriptures. Eyin eyan, that is wuru wuru to the answer. I'm sorry to say, with this attitude, you would still be looking for "answers" when answers have been offered.

Horus? ROFL, please leave Ho-r-us, he's a case study. emm pilgrim. . .do u have Yankari Games Reserves' emergency no.? Seems one of 'em endangered species has been let loose. . .