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Who's Up for a New Year Battle?

let's kick some drop on 28

Ways Iphone 5S is better than Galaxy S4

1. It can be compared to Samsung Galaxy S4 ***diss to tecno users***

2. It is the fastest phone ever tested

3. S4 is too large for some of us

4. With the aluminium build of 5S, I don't have to worry about the cheapness I may feel carrying a plastic like S4

5. Don't even let me get started on TOUCH ID .... That is a killer

6. Despite the more capcity indicated on the S4, iphone 5S still lasts longer

7. Should I even mention the prone-ness of Android OS to attacks?

8. The AMOLED is sharper than the iPhone LCD on resolution specs, but not in reality

Christmas battle mode...
Glacierz, you up for some?

Where all this wackers come from?

GLACIERZ!:



heehehe. . . .nice nice...

i'll have her scorched in secs/rap doesnt fit the funny twerp/
. . .im justin bieber . . .you are miley cyrus. . .honey twerk!!/

i like when bóbbies jerk/like what you did with your phucking verse/
. . ."two more"?? such crafts man ship is over-pirated . . .you bítchy johnny depp!!!/

i see wack lines in your verse/one of their kind is the worst/
okay check your 12th line. . .really is the mind in the heart?!!/

yea she won she murdered me . . .

but she better not come near where i littered my crops/thats was where my folks delivered my corpse/
cos when the fruits are eager ta drop/if the old hag try to pick em all up. . .then old roger gets up. . to give her a knock!!/

and the fans exclaim. . . . .hoooo haaaaa. . .hipertyhop!!!/

this king on top of the deck. . .whether we playing cards/or sailing past/
she wont meet the throne/cos if she claiming hard. . .my cabin crew. . .gladly chew her like biscuitbone!!/


your pússy is an ocean am sure niggas havent harrassed it/
so after now. . .my díck must take flight in your Vírgin Atlantic!!!/

hand me kudos/i play games that . .encompasses ludo/
cunnínlingùs on point. . .
till yu land in pluto/when u coming . . .all you gatta say is coño papi chulo!!!/

Hehehehe
Switching it up

The last days of GLacIERS

You claim when 'ready dead you'll knock me, a fact no mortal could abide// I know you like to look at what make you perspire// am from hell, I left a spot, you took it in pride// death needed a meal and I left you goat for hire//

His heart stopped on my verse Now his veins and arteries blew// his date of death is past due// so take a stroll to "california" zoo// and watch me "staple" the goat to the "center" and make his heart glue//

You already failed dude// he dickrides a.nal so much, his brain is full of poo// this nigga be quoting 50 shades of grey, such a gay dude// I bet he got a grey soul, grey shoes and a bunch of grey blues//

I wanna spit my thoughts, or should I cut my brain with incisions// I see the future, too bad its being censored// drastic scene, binding light, me killing glaaciers was in session// I mean nothing left of him after 'diss' is worth being mentioned//

he acclaimed I was a virgin cos my verse so tight// Am clipping his wings throughout this fight// Glaciers is a bird without the flight!!!// he's dead facing me, No one to feed him lines, so he's left to face his sorry plight//

All the stars were shaking head, as they say last words to him one at a time// Ibime even cried as he mentioned that ice got best structure of all the time// so crystal clear, glaciers didn't understand cos the words were sublime// DJ dropped 5 naira for a phone, so he could text more of his rhymes//

I am the tortuous instrument of pain hung between earth and heaven// Night demon- I eat up a man on empty promises of a beer right after 11// expanding the 'hate' so much I ate up nine and the seven// I was only asked to kill a twin in the tower, it ended as 9-11//

Time to pause the show// Now, I must take my leave to reload// I got a free spot for anyone to enter my mind and see what it beholds// deadly killing glow from the hole// last time achebe tried to handle, he couldn't get in the fold// cos in there things fall apart in ways the brain cannot hold//

No time

I didn't register for a tourney, but you got in, even you knew its awkward//
Funny you used wickitywack, that all your bars in one word//
You aren't hot, if I placed you in hell, you still won't ignite//
I keyed Glacierz into the King's roll, it replied access denied!!!//
You dropped one verse in 24hours?, I'll gladly still drop "two more" like a cancer//
If who's dope to battle me is the question, you clearly not the answer//
I am contagious, when I hit with my bars, you get home sick//
Crying home to you mama, saying ma, they found out I can't spit//
Battling me before a tourney aint the best for you to start with//
Cos you so "injury prone" like a blind kid doing gymnastics//
its a sign... you had to reply one bar with all lines you could find//
Cos I put your heart in your mouth - so you can really say your mind//
I mean like for real you tried to rhyme "diss" with "bleed"//
OMG, Animetum got a free pass to the quaters indeed//
So here's it ice!!! drop a verse that'll be worth my time//
You may meet with sid and blaq to each borrow you a line//

Glacierz, hehehehehe....

siddoggg:
QUiCk 16s
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Pull yä troucerz shriek/......n watch me pound that yä chick/.......

BLA BLA BLA BLA

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mikuz:

Ok go ahead.

@Thunder you're still facing Khim.

GLACIERZ!:
Sid i knw what u are doing. . .c'mon drop hot bars.. BUT ITS OBVIOUS YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING

Glaciers, be like this is hard to swallow cos its now obvious you can't spit//
And mikuz overlooked your verse, just to say sidd you aint sh.it//
So if that was ur best freestyle, so hilarious that that was ur hardest//
If you increased it 10 levels up, it'll still be garbage//
I mean, did you verse hit anybody?, the answer is NO//
You had the potential but that was so ages ago//
I mean, punches so tissue soft, the flow was so weak//
It took you all week yet the outcome was so bleak//
If you aimed that at me, it didn't even get close to my shadow//
And why spitting lines that was said about a year ago//
It's a battle of kings and on the roll calls your name was not recorded//
your drop was sh.it, for real, by naming you, the tourney was largely insulted//
So mik had to gladly take khim, cos you became a bad prospect//
And if anyone drop wack tourney bars, you would've been the large suspect//
So the dog wanna eat with the masters, he got bounced back to the gate//
When asked if he's better than Maestro, the room had to debate//
I mean, its obvious for real, even while invisible, you can't "diss-a-peer"//
he's a cartoon star on scooby doo on the episode the dog reappeared//
Ibi will face Blaq, we already know what will happen to you//
dog, you no go fit chop bones, yu're just to sharpen the tool//
So if we ever see Sidd "Marvel" at the tourney....//
Its certain its the conference match of the "comics"//

siddoggg: .....LoOoOoL....DiNt KnoW u WeRe THiS wAcK......SmH

There is no question, I am gifted//
Infact make we do a quickie so my rank will be tremendously shifted//
Am so sharp, so no need to hit the armoury to look for a knife//
... Cuz d.ope lines are like sex to him, Sidd never had one in his life//
If you ever been to school, you woulda learnt bout me in Geography//
Cos my lines erupt like tectonic plate boundaries//
You flow is bull-s.hit, no metaphors meant//
And when I say Khim's better, that's an understatement//
You all just "Cow-word" - I roar like the lion, the bold me//
Your eardrums 'll erupt b4 you get up to 8 levels below me//
I even wonder why nairaland allows you ever online//
Cos he's like a gas powered watch, the way he's burning up our time//
On this alphabet of kings, you still fall behind the Z//
It obvious you only flow sick when you swimming with disease//
When you claim d.ope, we all laugh cos we all know you don't mean it//
You can only be the best, when am tired of being it//
I'll school you before the tourney, I'll show you how its done//
Cos d.ope lines need brains, and hey we know you got none//

LOL...
Ibime!!! D.ope

U3 been severed in two and put together with glue//
You both claim rap kings but Ibi wears it better than you//
I mean, nuff more need been said with 5 straight verses//
Ibi def draw more cons than a police sketch artist//
Mikuz obviously be up to destroy some Blaq to relish all mights of a mod//
Takin battles like MJ's surgery, enemies must finish all white as a must//
A lot of niggas here part of the wallowing species//
Just can't stomach Ema's s.hit, its like swallowing Faeces//
Nice flow, nice show, freestyles so gold//
... but for a king's tourney... Hen, NO//
Maestro's post on this movie make it like RoMe with Greek hoes//
I mean, what a bi,tch, see how he blows when a king shows//
ILL's style so cheap and mean, let me prove its true//
He starts by chatting sh.it and then flee when its time for a follow through//
5 naira's a beast, and I mean that to the last letter//
But if he claim to f.uck hard, even a virgin will claim "I've had better"//
Great verses thunder, I bet even thor's no longer at ease//
If I take your verse across the border, it'll surely put nations at risk//
If I spin it on a audio, even air conditioners will sweat to the 'hit'//*heat
No kidding, like fire in the north pole, Glacierz will melt at your feet//
Don't misquote me Glaciers is hot, like ether- his rhymes combust//
But to lead the King's train... Not sure but he's good enough as the 'boss' conduct//*bus
Hey Sidd, catch a seat and let Khim, since she bad pass//
I heard you and mik got beef, and sure he said you is a mad cow//
But don't drop that near Khim, she'll make it suya as she scorch that s.hit//
She drop bars like loose bowel movement, doesn't have to force that sh.it//


TO BE CONTINUED...

10mins ish... Faded

Dropping one sixteen on a sunday from Romans 1:16 //
All these rappers claim they got guns that spray off 16//
But I got a Luke 9 that handles all 16//
They said a man already died for me, so no way I can be smitten//
Was a preacher's child, now cast off to babylon//
Switched off from the sterotype even with the Bible on//
And if you say you drop the gospels, I'll mute you and watch you Babble on//
All my rhymes down to earth, read carefully- you'll see the gravel pun//
Riding to war, team me and I - the fit horses//
Cos even as pregnant christians, you never "de fetus" kids//
its cold fission, I tear ninjas apart in a cypher//
I got a dirty mind, need to place my heart in a diaper//
Dropping in conscience state like I got my mind on a map//
Yet in my honest state, I deliver death painless as I maim in a nap//
So haters take a step back, This queen got mads flows and rhythm//
Even on 69, you still can't trade blows with me//

Its sunday... Lol

I see blood

Z-L-U-K
All my lyricals get patented, you drop sh*ts archaic//
I'll smash you up, serve you up cos you're always a piece of cake//
You started "diss", I only just told ya "break a leg"//
You should know by now, dissing me aint cheap, costs a arm and a leg//
Eschew from biting more than you chew//
Yeah, that also mean don't flip the verses from my hook//
In this battle, you the "villain"... Am "dope", Stand up and welcome the "hero in"//heroin
Call this a money "scam" as I "rip off" 5naira to hurt the soul within//
You diss me, my reply gets 10 of your bones dislocated//
Straight knock out, 10 years later, you won't even remember where your dick's-located//
I wish you have a sixth sense though cos all your bars seem not to make any//
If I sum it all up, all your bars aint worth one penny// -.......thats if they worth any

Space booked... Fp things

it doesn't matter how much you earn, I still gotta foot my bills of bout #5mill monthly or else... Forget it

dj5naira:
Your verses against maestro prove u've gotten so weak/ u're dumb, ignorant and gotten no wit/
Im not beefin' ZLUK . . .
um solely exercisin' ma personals . . . . . and the ignoble troll doesn't know it/

4-bars

Thought you gon drop something better, you not improving,dropping the same old bulls.hit... Yes, I lost the "form", cos your punches I can't "fill"- so surrender or better retreat//

Gay F.ag, You pray I be a guy, so you can be "on top of bars"? My lines 'ready bleeped naira, so if I was a gay guy, he's f.ucked on all sides//

Your reply bars sucked, buh the last one's far worse// all your rhymes sound forced, shey to drop bars na by force?//

Ask this next time you got with your mom and dad together...//"if you've known bout condoms, ... Wouldn't this have been better//

Rap maestro: yo such a crayy fagg dude/
i would hav loved to do change by barter of punches.. But in this 21st century, we all know what a paper do/
yo period is irregular /
flow smelly affects the medulla/
but I could stop that sh?t.. Getta 'teach you' and a diaper too/
i heard U.N call for help/
Indian magistrate sentenced those peepz to death, lets get maestro he's a raper too/
this ain't ya specialty, like playing ball for phelp/
shey he wan swim for ball/
wait a minute, b1tch, ya a effing genius.. You'll swim in ball/
i splash ya bloods all over the country.. Jes cause i wanna paint the town red/
noose to papilolo, and i'd daint the clown dead/
projectful interlude/
of punches, bountifully kick tha goon/
treat tha fo.ol/
with barz (remember ya chocolate ish?) like prison room/
i have goons begging me to go soft on you like retracting d1ck/
but, y'all keep calling ma attention like an effing distractive chick/
i go hold your bum and roll you tire like bugatti rim/
b1tch please/
next time yo try to switch freeze/
and fling diss/
at Maestro, the bling geez/
beware of the lock and hinges/
of your bony frame like needle on syringes/
cos even though i've gat pain in buck, but i'll be stingy/
with punches and deep sh?t/
but i can give my big d1ck/
to cover ya pu**y like the tip of ya G-string(if ya've even gat one)

Psst...
B.itch please, your lines make my eyes itch... Make my ears bleed, seems you'll need a brain stitch... If you asked to put on a tablet, am sure you'll carry a table to the main switch//

You have to learn how to rap, if you study my lines, am certain it'll make you cry to your mama... Choosing to write me was really a bad karma//

I smoke weed till I can't breathe, especially grass like you dumb kids... I usually don't battle girls, but with you- I exempt, cos for real, I love to f.uck clits//

So let's put heads to heads, though I know yours' just a cavity hole...// here's your options, dead or dead- so what's it gon be ho?

Rap maestro: What tha f*ck is that b1tch doing in here?/
she's still formin fly?
Well ama bring her down with my anti-craft dang.. i'll shoot this Boeing in air/
send bullets rippling this ho's body/
and leave her at the mercy of morgue-attendant, stiffling this no body/
its a massacre as we see lines... Thrown at this fishes with weak flows,
so literarily, dopeheads don dey bagging those bodies/
omg.. Lines in dangling those buddies/
run.. Cos too much blows to your 'tit' will be sagging yo bobbies/
wait.. B1tch.. Don't wait too much tho/
cos am a solar plexus being.. Am a lunar foe/
i listen to female folks/
with too much doper poo /
eva and muna too/
you aren't among, b1tch... Yo should go learn cooking and could earn a spot as d 100th among Zuma's boo/
go get your makeup kit/
and pay pop pls/
to get yo a 'murder', cos your barz so not changed..
It could suffocate a day pup py/
rather listen to yo chirp.. I'll rather stay attentive to kaykluz pee(where are you Ojoawo?)/
get ready for your rundown..
Get your jewelries done, i mean.. Get your brace up b1tch/
lemme tell you bout a journey I had/
it was funny & madt/
it could make some effin b get a Love Machine, make em Hot & bad/
well, went to heaven in my bugatti/
jes to show thor, but i gat eleven in my new car.. Jeez/
thor, hades olympian, meduzza e.t.c and while wewere at imogen inn, sango told me ''guy do that b1tch''/
i pointed at a pretty girl and they all laughed, shouting '' she too dark pls''/
then I ask if not her ''can you tell me who that is''/
they said.. You would surely enjoy khimwhyte cl*t/
then my phone rang then/
and i woke up back in earth and I heard a bone cracking/
right there in my front..
Stood my house help Zluk.. Putting her whole mouth in/
but my flows released, hit her head on a concrete and stopped the ho's panting//
she'z murdered herself

What... Wait a minute vets, is this rap battles or the jokes section?// cos its definitely the later with those lines by the niggaa aforementioned//

I'll keep this "short" but in the long run, it'll still take you out of breath//... So watch me take a few keystyles to send this fool to his death::

Dicckrider, I love t.its and I love clits, am gay, so am pleased you're one too// ... Its just too evident to the public maestro is a big fool//

You call dudes to form "bonds" against my lines//... hey, you still come crashing like the Nigerian "stocks" of 2009//

If you ever shoot a me shots with those your childish bars...// you just made it off target ... Over the bar!!

dj5naira:
Outta these ingrates/ someone inform a femcee/
My fist is cancerous . . .
U'd be left with no b.reasts . cos one blow fit remove your tîts like Dentist!!/

Away from apprentice/
you've got nothin' 2 learn/ . . . . . and don't you ever come out with somethin' old . . .
remain indoors with your nursery two poems/

When you hold the MIC, we already busting to laughs... // cos if you ever drop a punchline, its gon be about akpors and his wife//

You are a joke, and you bout to get cracked...// my bars made death come hunting for "a break", and left him no option other than to take 5//

You wanna knock tits off?...// You're even more pathetic... so its either you skipped class or your biology teacher showed you the wrong picture//

You can't be better than me even by an accident like your birth is//... And get this, if I spit nursery rhymes, then you don't yet exist//

Dissing me!!!, you just another gay particle looking for a nuclear bond... // but you should know, you drop bars' "extended" and stretched; mine's a "nuclear" bomb//

Diickhead, The crown for you is like sexx, you just can't rise up to the occassion// my heels are higher than your standards, even when I sneeze, I get a standing ovation//

Poor nigga thinking his lines were gonna be felt//... I showed it to a doctor and hurray, he aced the test... DJ just won a scholarship to Yaba -Left//

Watch kids, as I eclipse their prewrittens with my freestyle verbal clips// phrases that bring smoke to their head and make their nasals leak//

Lend a ear to what I spit ... And give a "head" to what it means...// it'll choke you throat if you err and get stuck.... till I "cum" back in forty minutes//

I don't know which is funnier - Charlie chaplin clips or listening to your recitals//... Looking for synonyms? "Emmm! your Bar assed"//

You can't be f.ucking with me, yours bars, b.itch, are sucking for free... // if you spit on ME as a topic for eons, you'll still got nothing on me//

They googled my name to prompt a diss...// But when I searched for brains attached to you, it said the s.hit don't exist//

If you ever d.ope, its because my s.hit is contagious// here's the gospel, so let's be "frank", my s.hit is geographically "Headwards" to you, blessing beyond measures//

Some niggas just drop brainless, wonder where you lost your heads to/ My kid sister is four, yet her punches hit harder than yours do//

Stretching and forcing your schemes like trying to ride a bike without wheels// For real, you can't beat my stuff ..... even when deep in your dreams//

I 'aborted' your future, simply can't find your birth right// Even if you a virgin on the bible, we still won't find your verse tight//

I kill wacks just for the fun of it, yeah am socio-psycho//....My right's wicked, my left is deadly - Ihenacchio//

I drop the type of bars that get attached to war tanks, to murd clans// yeah ... I drop the type of bar that headlines the news times//

My bars are defined plain "hazard", my half punches leave a "whole-scar"// so dramatic... In a matter of time, it could win the oscar//

Pumped the heartbeat, blood turned adrenaline//
blood on the outfit, yeah its inside out//
hands on mic now, and death is how its gon be//
None for fight now, knocked the miser out//
I lord their her like poker, I even "deal Eva"//
Yeah, they claim drugs star, I still give em fever//
I drop illegal rhymes, like Jude am the chairman now//
I blog the mega lines, my style the grand style now//
Am the devil they never dare, the monster they ever fear//
The one that severe head, and make the rest tell//
All I sea is "Red", mass destruction of them is near//
If its me they wanna test, they know its their death they blessed//
And I'll kill with so much precision they'll get to hell without stress//
No curves, no turnings... Even pythagoras will attest//
I deal with made men, keep their circles in mayhem//
Drop xo hot flows, volcanoes ask if I made them//
Its Zluk's reign here... Time the fluke's reign here//

never missed y'all..... So no shoutout wacks

Boll2010: dia is more to rap dan rhymes....wen did u started d rap game I gez of late..u wnt b able to gv me 10 gr8 rap artist wu as bein in d game

Gbagaun

lekibraky: I GIVE IT TO VECTOR OMO OLOPA MY FRIEND'S JUNIOR BROTHER WHEN I WAS IN METHODIST BOYS HIGH SCHOOL.
I FREQUENT THR HOUSE THEN HE WAS YOUNG AND HAD STARTED SINGING AT YOUNGER AGE HE HAS GONE FAR NOW HAPPY FOR HIM. THAT WAS 15 YEARS AGO WHEN THEY LIVE AT OBALENDE POLICE BARRACKS HIS FATHER WAS A SENIOR POLICE OFFICER THEN

Who ask you history?? Mstchewww, u dey form familiarity?? Lolzzz olodo

Always getting burns when I flow, reason u getting free tans/
Hot real dripping, am high hot like lava filled tanks/
Got the real ish, yo got wack shyt, reason you got nil rank/
Jes threw this nicca out of tha window, like a trojan sealed prank/

Like 5naira worth fisher act, you damn cheap/
And yo caught in the Fishing act, biting off my hook- jeez/
He's only superstar on drugs wen Garri-made Elba/
Afterwards in in d WC, dropped his only doope shyt ever/

This is Rap 101, deek head b.itch gettin mad cos. Am runnin the rap course//
Now cert(sat)-ified, y'all still givin me the standing applause//
Thou pro, so cold (procold) still be claimin fly, he be shot down with a catarrh-pult//
If you hear him drop hot flow, be sure its a fallen water pot//

I bet he gon stress flow, drop slow, but he still gonna flop show//
Cos ama keep burying his hearse(a.ss) till he drop real shyt lyk a pro//
Else he gonna get d greens in paradise gardens, while I rise in dough//
And if you hear he beat Zluk, be sure he Bit Zluk's flow//

Maestro, accepted but one at a time

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