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Darkrebel:
you are telling me to calm down....where you not the one making mouth ....

you have 30 minutes sha ...when your done...tag me and wait for my reply..then you will post your verse and I ll post mine immediately

Darkrebel:
wrongturn where the hell are you? its almost 2pm ...
come drop your verse nigga

Guykhena:
Lowlife don't know the difference b/w 'bite' and 'generic'.
Well how will you,when you pump ya verses with 'dizaster's' mets,you're lucky you didn't battle me,I was gonna expose your a$$$$...

Darkrebel:
I ain't got time for you kid.....its obvious your wack .....I told you before we dropping tomorrow...you said nothing...now finding out you got no lines to come up with your saying Wednesday.....so you need three days to write 24 lines......and you were even the one that called me out....smh ...guy I swear you wack die....

we drop on Wednesday....don't come crying that day ...if you don't drop Wednesday by 4pm....you lose automatically. ..

Darkrebel:
wrongturn all set....tomorrow by 12pm....
https://www.nairaland.com/1968964/dark-rebel-vs-wrongturn

Darkrebel:
whatever you say mmoron ....
no problem. we brawl 24 lines ....
just state those you don't want to vote quick...... don't be scared.....loser get banned....so be quick

Darkrebel:
dude if you ain't serious with this sshit....tell me ..so I can go continue what I was doing....
the standard here is 21 lines.....are you daft..? you have been in this rap section since and you didn't know.....

list all the people you don't want to vote in your brawl now....

I will exclude them when tagging judges....

Darkrebel:
no need for mikuz.... he is probably busy...
am setting it up myself....
21 lines

Darkrebel:
agreed .....Loser gets a Ban...you said it with your mouth..

of course am not judging...that's ridiculous
only voters tagged will be allowed to vote....
We drop tomorrow by 12pm..... am setting up the thread now ....

Darkrebel:
you wanna teach me how its done with the incoherent jargons you drop.. you can't even do 4-syllabic rhyming

you struggle with two-syllabic.....

when do you want us to drop? ...

Darkrebel:
though mikuz ain't in his peak....but this by far doper than anything you have composed in your pathetic career and will ever compose .....

wack faggit

mikuz:
'All my life' I've been looking to bundle this homo/ soon as I start dropping a solo/ and put a sword through his polo/
. . Ill have this beating split him in two . . till 'K C' start calling him 'Geo Geo'!/

I'm hotter than Modo/
If these punches 'fly over' then I ll pierce a knife in his throat/ cos no one place his typings in quotes/
. . so my weaponry ll leave'Xpress in bad shape' . . like Nigerian roads!/

Not been too vocal these days cos I've been busy in counters/ heaping the thousands/
. . so if Geo says 'M air less' . .
Ill hit him with a spanner raised to his face . . cos he ll surely See a tool' . . like I'm speaking of 'Sounders'!/

I trounce him in two ways/ make him 'fall' as I start pounding the rude ggay/
. . but you ll watch me beat him from 'Spring' till the 'SUMMER'SET . . like a 'COUNTY IN UK!/

Geo is a restive fella/ hes barely clever/ but I come polished with any verse I render/
. . Ask 'South Americans' or 'Italians'. . I'm known from NLto 'Vernice wella'!!/

They better tell this loafer/ that I sit on the damn throne ya/
. . Its not an European nation . .
But if he claims hes well ddoper/ Ill call a prince to give him 'Stephen treatment' . . and watch an 'Heir stone ya'!/

I'm a sickly 'Jam maker'/ bring terror like peeps in Al-Queda/
. . my torture haunts queens and leave 'Kings thin' . . but it isn't 'Jamaica'!/

My flame leave you charred and blighted/ you can't clash with nice vets/
. . Hungry nigga . . always spotted with him mates 'Sharing ham' . . like the chap who balled for Man united!/

Ya pennings are wrong/ you aren't best with the puns/
. . Fool, 'RIGOBERTS' fam coulda mmasturbated . . before you call it 'service of SONGS'!/

I blast ya jew men/ leave you gassed in the flanks like Robben/
. . and if Geo is a lawyer . . you ll see me invade his building a 'raise his CHAMBERS'
. . like I'm breeding 'CALUM'S CHILDREN'!/

Geophrey is a harmless negro/ his raps are zero/ if he owns a cyber cafe . . before the next football season . .
. . Ill attack it, steal his computers and
' transfer windows'!/

They begging me to stop the beating/ cos he now cut and bleeding/
. . In balling, he ll never see Top 100 . .
But I ball worldwide . .
even 'FC Porto' know I hold the top 'Spot in Lisbon'!/

So if the 'bird brain' monk starts testing King/ Ill tear his spleen/ after I shell his next of kin/
Made nigga . . I hold a 'bill' longer than that of a Pelican!/

So bite me and stutter/or maybe try me and suffer/ cos Ill waste the life of his father/
. . cos his one ffucked up negro . . Jamaica athletes know the 'Pa well' . . like hes 'Asafa!/

He shoulda for long gave up the spirit/ cos niggas pay to ddick the geek/
. . they ride fast on 'Xpress' like they tryna
break a speed limit!/

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Gladyys:
Where's yours??

ThunderStorm:
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I hail and I greet. . .

'La Patrona. . The Return'. . . Of a dangerous chief/ a ranger and beast/
I use my 'crazy phsique'/. . like Gabriel Suarez. . and give you a Blind Eye. . if you think you got the medicine of containing my peace!/ or stopping me from attaining my peak!!/

Every phrase I coined. . . gained an exchange rate that unique/ Shares go offf the roof.. when I'm making a speech/
Forex trading increase/. . .But I make expensive jokes. . . and make it look like it took it's greatest decrease/
Cos what I aimed to achieve/ is to make'em believe/
That with the Forex as my witness/. .I'd put an end to the buisness/. . of whoever labels me cheap!/

The Angel of death/ My ways are possessed/ Like RA's insanest of Gee/
I fly like an eagle. . . and sting. . . when I behave like a bee/

One look at me. . and I'll blurr you vision. . by radiation-like beams/ My shine's generated by gamma rays that's supreme/
with the A's and the B's/ So whoever says he's 'sicker than cancer' . . . goodnews. . .I've 'created vaccines'!/

You can relate my regime/ to Saddam Hussane, Iraqi/ Fitting my killing. . . in the greatest of schemes/
Just to elaborate to this Habitat. . this is how I endanger species!/

Attack me from Subteranean creeks/ get cursed with navy fatique/ I make my enemies quit/
So if you come at me with a 'full deck' . Im sworn . . to Empty your Ship!/

You envy my skills/ I'm Intellectually ill/ for you clowns fooling/ and Penny-wise. . my account's blooming/
and since they down stüpid/. . I'll 'part these fools from their money'. . . cos they 'Pound Foolish'!!/

They say I sound bullísh/ I got a titan of a body. . with a fighting spirit/ Rocket science can't catch my flight in physics/
So think you'd beat me?. . . 'E go do you like film trick' . .when I take over your atmosphere. . . with my science fictions!!/

I'm the best and it's evident/ I render intelligence/ to from Russia to Florida. .as NASA most clever of element/
. . But if you doubt my swag/. . I'ddrag your ass down to Lag/. . . and beat you hands down. . at the 'Center of excellence'!/

In my cool side. . you'll never believe i could batter/ but wait till I start beating your father/. . Who am I? I'm a Motherfücker. . that's what I speak as my answer/
. . Cos juring séx, I would make ya 'Matayya'. . and that's where I Leaving this 'Matter'!!/

Ibime:
My words set in stone like Moses up in the mountain/
King Tourney, Chukka was spitting something astounding/ Every pun was dumbfounding/
and it's a safe bet. . . that my reign would have fall. . the way Thunder was sounding!/
but Mikuz will get dumped in the fountain/ when my trouble surround him/
They're done with the counting/ The numbers are now in!/
It says . . I'm one in a million. . and he's one in a thousand/
Fück what his tongue is espousing/ we aint feeling his rank though/
I peeling his cap so/ he better chill and relax yo/
You can't compare a King to a tadpole/ Ask that villain Di Caprio/
He feeling my damn flow/
Despite being racist. . . he still consider this bad bro/ . .an exceptional nigger. . .like Django!/
General. . .commanding troops/ to stand and shoot/
Niggas in Naples shipping me Italian suits/
I put explosives and knockouts in a bastards food. . . call it Banger soup!/
I'm married too/ but still in the strip club with my lavish crew/
With girls showing off their family jewels/ when I brandish loot/
But not like niggas in Miami do/
They throw one dollar notes when enjoying the strip/
But since £1 sterling don't come in notes. . . I'm stoning coins at the bítch!/
Boy, it's a trip/ I might get a chick moist in the whip/
I get overexhuberant sometimes. . . and dislocate the joint in my hip/
What's the point to this shít?/ this verse is aimless and dumb/
Even heaven couldn't battle against with my phrase and my puns/
cos my rhymes could split the sky lines. . like the rays of the sun/

Ibime:
Saturday night freestyle. . .



We ain't the guys to trust/ You want coke, pies or dust?/
We peddle more pharmaceuticals than Pfizer does/
We got nines that bust/ over a minor fuss/
and Calabrian mob bosses. . . boasting about their ties to us/
cos we make dudes 'bite the dust'. . . when we handle the tech/
and got niggas 'swallowing more land'. . . than the Zanu PF!/
That's Robert Mugabe puns/ we tote army guns/
We got fat niggas that carry weapons. . . cos they can hardly run!/
What I'm spitting is vengeful/ cos I'm sick with the pencil/
Slice his 'pot' belly. . . and use his stomach . . as a kitchen utensil/
Missiles we send you/ will detonate in your eye/
We sharp shooters. . . who could sling a catapult. . . and pluck a plane from the sky!!/
So if you facing thís guy?/ to heaven you sent/
I could turn a minor altercation. . . to Extinction Level Event/
I love pistol fights/ and serving fiends crystallite/
Spin the globe on its axis. . . so fast. . . the sky look like disco lights!/
We migrate like Israelites/ lost children of Zebulon/
So any nigga stepping wrong/ is sure to get his tendons torn/
My mind peddle/ high level puns/
This rhyme rebel runs/ with nine metal guns/
Thís guy. . . met him once/ claiming vitruvian man/
until he saw the Uzi in hand/ and truly, he ran/
I got chicks from Perugia to France/
Peru to Valance/ plus groupies and stans/
Tryna prove he can hang?/ the dude will get banned/
And get pushed back like Half of a Yellow Sun producers and fans. . .
. . .still waiting for the movie to land!/


Aiite. . . that's enuff.

Emaprince:
PRINCE!!!
The name's chanted on the streets/ . savior of bandits and the thieves/
Time of my birth . . I came out my mom's p.uss.y . . and landed on my feet/
To be candid as I speak/ . . I could drop a man dead with the fist/
Peep my familly tree and see a fruitful generation . . Goliath slayer planted our seed/
I'm never branded as the weak/ . I rule and turn your lady to wh.ore/
I tell her "pick up the stick and beat my 'gung-hoe' " . . when I'm heading to war/
I'm so wavy with words/ . . lets be honest . . none can ever predict me/
Niggas wish the moon stays between the earth and sun . just to help them lepers eclipse me/
I'm clever,you a nitwit/ its better you retreat b!tch/ 'fore this commando's irate/
Cos my team could beat your team from sun up to 'sun-down' . . like orlando pirates/
A team that tear hearts in a street bout/ with spears,darts and we speak loud/
But niggas who fails to 'listen' . . get 'ear-marked' for a beat down/
Our moves are cryptic/ we handle feuds with lyrics/ and turn your crews to picnic/
Move the mic from hand to hand cos we spit and 'pass-over'...like the escape of jews from egypt/
I'm the man you couldn't pit wits/ with cos I hardly loose to these kids/
Bald niggas went shopping for artificial hairs . . once they heard the prince dude is 'big-wig'/
I bruise and slit wrist/ . . i started thugging as a child/
Ladies will want to pay me for s.ex . . after my hunky @ss hug 'em with a smile/
Ruffriders . . . I was loving all they styles/ . . and the way they glistened with lyrics/
I was crazy with 'eve's droppings' . . like dudes who loves to listen in secrete/

.......the reason i'm this sick......

phuck it!!! . who cares what cooger thinks/ that goat should run when the Luger's clinched/
..or I might choose to 'make a beeline for him' . . . and hit him with a brutal sting/
I'm tiger woods in this rap/ . . so you lighter dudes should lean back/
cos you might get a hole in one shot at your chest . . once this sire shoots with his gat/
I'm a hired goon and I'm strapped/ I need help from the church/ to rid myself of the dirt/
last time . . I pointed my gun up and shoot . . an alien body fell on the earth/
I should swell up my worth/ . . till I'm one of the rivals in Forbes list/
I break into homes . . lynch fathers and jack sons . . Micheal and Curtis/
Impossible is nothing! . . i believe with every faith I mustered/
Cos even CFC taught me . . you don't need to be an actor to get an Oscar/
Ibi's been ruling this thread/ . . drawing all the groupies with text/
But i've always wanted to be-head . . like cutting through b1tches neck/
The coog is a pest/ ur c0cksuckers had you feeling brave with those lines?
But you're literally a loner cos most of these punks couldn't write bars to save they own lives/

Darkrebel:
no ..of course not....but your krone shaaa...

Darkrebel:
oga you are wrongturn..you cant fool me....
26 year old disgusting baboon.. your mates dey do office work ..na driver you dey do

Darkrebel:
nahhh i dey on holiday na....
na to repay krone and frustrate him with accusations

krone is wrongturn ....one of his numerous ghost accounts.....

sexyseun:
At 39years the only thing Rita does is wear clothes and go to parties, i wonder how she sleeps alone at night without worrying about her getting a husband or even a child.

Funke rocks it better in my own view. Old Rita without a coomon sense of direction,,, mscheeeew