@Gbade x and whoever(u called me out, couldnt see me so u disrespecting, mutha£%$£)

Been playin wit y'all fools now ya'll taking me for a lil joker
unvbearable heat, ma spit peel ur clothes like strip poker
Ma raps shake up the underground like ten on the richter
Ma number 1 fans are ur pops, uncles, cousins and even ur lil sister
Ma spittn so poisonous even da mic be catching blisters
one linerz and puchlines gonna will peel ya , no need for no heaters
Incredible stamina when I deliver and I never take a breather
Im da reason why you thinking bout changes da locks in ur cribs
Da reason why u tinting out da windows on ur whips
You'll get rampant beats across ur body like fingers slappn typewriter
Im solid like a rock, u just gas like methane from a lighter
Gat mo skills than 10 bruce lees , im like a most prized dpg fighter
Enter da dragon, 4cuk using fists cos you'll get popped by my magnum
Forget gettn head, you'll be swallowing lead, get left 4 dead muther$^^£

[color=#990000][/color][i][/i]
yea am in. sleek mc the ultimate lyricist.

ok hope am not yet rusty.

i joggle ma words like a circus act
drop ma chords so hard u beg me to take it back
this is not a battle and this is not how i rack
cos burning ur ears with ma lyrics is ma only form of attack
mad styles dope rymes to keep u going in these hard times

men i need inspiration
a dope lyricist to challenge me

men i need inspiration
a dope lyricist to challenge me

well im da king on this sey lil homie

@ sleek mc
My rhyme flow explode cross your ass like a soviet missile
Leave u sicker than aids prostitute, fcukin a man wit measles
its pitiful, my lyrical darts are lethal, you'll get dismantled
beggin da ref ta I blow my whistle
Beat u so bad, ministers and world leaders meeting 2 discuss da issue
i flow with sense, with intent, reduce you to tears, like u can't pay your ddebts
I grab da mic and emcees catch goose bumps
They get softa than strippers shaking they rumps
I dump sh*t when I stomp, your face get covered wit lumps, and watch your body go numb
You'll get flykicked in yo lip, chop off your fingers and stick they up yo a$$
Dats for trying 2 step 2 da Nairaland lyrical NUMERO UNO
You'll get hit harder than a sumo
Have u guzzling jizz sick like a Indecency
U just been exposed like a photo
Lyrically u aint bold to c shish so 'I'm a quitter' shouldbe your motto mutha&&^&

ain't shyt out in da otha boroughz niggaz could get hung out here/
cuz we get it crakk'n ova here i knoe ya niggaz iz scared/
cuz we ain't scared of shyt we run all of da ny/
ride till we die we more fly den birdz in da sky/
ask bout dah atown we body niggaz jus 4 lookin at us/
n niggaz knoe we ain't kitten we ain't scared 2 let our gunz bust/
leavin otha boroughz in da dust/
cuz ya niggaz smell lyk musk/
sorry if i had 2 cuss but ya niggaz get me tight thynkin ya betta den ope/
thynk diz shytz ova nah dis jus da beginnin/
cuz ope iz bacc again n harder den an erection/
eat any of ya mc'z up lyk thanksgivin den add ya 2 my collection/
of rapperz who thynk dey were betta den me/
i put ya niggaz 2 ur death so ya could be a forgotten memory/
but a felony iz wut i would catch if ya would come 2 my town/
ain't fvkk'n around cuz ya niggaz knoe im holdin it down/
but i came here 2 rhyme not 2 waste my time or waste da clipz from my nine/
cuz i treat theze rapperz lyk dice n shoot dem three at a time/
fvkk a dime piece ope got dem dollarz/
dat'll shut u niggaz down if ya try 2 holla/
fvcc bk ya rapperz ain't tru ya ain't fvkkin wit me/
murder mc'z i get charged 4 da 3rd degree/
yo. matta of fact who i neva heard a hot rapper from ur city/

but i bag bitchez ova thurr 2 n all dey got iz a ass n big tittiez/
bronx wut da fvcc ur city got fat joe n remy ma/
but let tell u got a fake gangsta fat joe n remy don want it wit me ma/
manhattan iz pussy all dey got iz clothe n jewelry/
realer den ur entire borough ya don wanna fool wit me/
do it lyk da western cowboy moviez but u don wanna draw da tool wit me/
cuz im real i'll take ur bitch den let her hop on my dicc/
den flip her ova lyk da cover of my sidekicc/

( I just have to apologies to ma' Unborn Daughter
Cuz Daddy wanted to stay away but Niggas always
Wanna make me come back like they all do
To Eminem. So I just had to do this to give them
Some moment of fame in the Game)


@Dick Sushi 
Coast is clear, Sin is over
Nigga scrappin' round say the diss is over
Tru Tru I dissed 50 - If U a fan then fu*k U to
I said I quit because of ma unborn daughter
Now U all out posin' like a Nairaland Hova
Niggas I paid ma' dues, 24 I'm cool wit Jigga
Nigga say I pay rent- Tell U I never pay sh*t
I gat 4 cars and a lady and more whips
2 '67 caddilac , an Escalade and another Cooper
So I suggest y'all shut ya mouth before U get killed
Bury you n' ya she-man Vanilla in ma mom's hummer
Or I'ma scrape ya body off after I get you killed
I bein through more situations beta than U did
Me, Game, Dblock n' T.S killed The G-unit
Now U say U cud play betta than I did
U poor, lame 17 cudn't afford a prom
Now U here sayin U're Nairaland finest
Go ahead that's the farthest U can go, U dum
Live or Die that's ma' Album, I say it wit pride
I never eat what U have because It's smells like insecticide
I'm tired of this Nairaland sh*t because I gat an Album
July 24 tha date so stop fu*ckin' wit me
I gat Killa K, Caddillac,Yo Gotti and Young Dro on it
So U betta sit back because U never level me

@ That Lil'N 0
I guess U weren't mad at me
Cuz U never want to beef wit me
I tell U, take that O in ya name n' change it 2 zero
Cuz U never worth ma' penny or any worthy sh*t
So beeta play fast FWD wit ya story line sh*t

          Good Night


@Every Wun

I gat ma' album out very soon. Gat a
Joint wit ma' Niggas Young Dro,Young Gotti
Killa K, Shadawn, Lil' Rob, Yadadamean and
Lil' Keke (Swisha House) Y'all .

So If U dissin' me dawg get Niggas of ya age
Opemogaji- Hope U still kno' ya rank, so stik to it
Big Shishi or Sushi - B4 U diss a nigga like me get ya mind right
                                Get ya paper because U ain't on ma level
                         
      I'm here to have Fun on Nairaland, So I'll keep doin' it
                         Fu*k Whoever Hates It

Yo menike u rappin wit dro put my name in one of ya songs or give me a shout out or somethin like that u could say jerry duckworth or J-Nice Get me a name in the rap world
tellem bought how i be killin it on nairaland if u could aaight thaks keep doin ya thang

@menike
U gat me real mad so it's a must that I dead u
I'll slap u wit faeces and knock u out wit a boiling kettle
You'll get dismantled quicker than a sand castle
I hate u literally, disgrace u lyrically then I posess u spiritually
I 'll pierce u in da liver, have u pissing bloody
Strangle you with your own intestine
Nigga u mo stupid than an Israeli soldier shouting Bleep palestines in Palestine
Address it, Admit it, accept it, get it,  u can't beat me lyrically
My uppercut knock your bitch out from here 2 sicily
Bring out ma box cutter and poke u in da same spot  repeatedly
Steadily and confidently I'm at da number one spot and challenge anyone readily

Get ya paper because U ain't on ma level

u obviously dont know how ma paper is, i gat a mortgage before i was 21 playa

Aiyyo sons, I'm about to blast off, like an astronaut
N*gg8s don't want to see a n*gg8 blast ma worth
Them N*gg8s don't want to see a n*gg8 flash the rocks
N*gg8s know me, playboy's a gunslinger
Bleep fightin' a n*gg8, I'm usin' one finger
I Catch one of you rap cats in the Humdinger'
Some n*gg8s get shot, live and become singers
Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair and electrified
Than to stand here and testify
But, other than that though, we never get caught
So whatever i thought, i can use whatever support
But, I think it's best you go 'ahead and just walk
Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse
Yo, I'm about to blast the cops
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked ready
I'm Fucking with these n*gg8s, what dey going to do 4 really
When you ready, rubbish I was born ready,
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti
PlayB' is them master'sure u get it
Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya'all
Attack like a vulture, see what I told ya'all
Said I'd get cha, wear ma crown if it fit ya
If it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit ya
Y'all thirteen inches, I can see the big picture
If not burn it and get'it hot like vulture
U want to holla' got to follow' n*gga8 here we go
PlayB' will never be over'now feel ma flows
i grew up in the hood'like other g*ngt*r
Them think i'm bored now they know i'm a w*nkst*r

Paoh! Paoh! pooh ! I blast Ya head with ma flows
Break ya jaw wit ma lyrics,tell ya B*tch wats in ma blow
Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in ma Jeep, don't sleep till dey 6 feet deep
No 'lax' in my lyrics dey jus' potent
Bleep homicide, I'ma ride, keep flexin'
I keep rollin' till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit ma peeps make yeah,they trash ya
Number 1 contenders, I put ya on injured reserve
that's what ya desarve
N*gg8,beef me till ya see ma lyrics sell 20million minimum
Everybody know what's golden, matter of fact platinum,
I'mm gonna explode and I burn up the road like hummer2 jeep
Grow up in the hood' always say it known bama peeps
PlayB flex around the globe,n*gg8z thinkin' it's stolen
Sumtimes i wanna bust like i'm swollen
Cos i aint like how N*gg8 killin' n*gg8
Wann gotta preach 2 d world like jigga
Understand, the world's in my hand, no question
Some live with this scam, no stunt
PlayB' play back,Bitch play the front
And I'ma show you how to lay back do a buck
while i got u you puff in a sack'u suck
Cause yo, I'm about to blast off

Hahaha

Like that sh*t Playboi . It gat me up

my anthem
kitten a$$ niggaz want to talk but never come through/
dey say dey could kill me but im unstoppable datz sumthin u can't do/
because im a G to da O-D/
lyve in da NYC/
u could put 9 shotz through me like 50/
but i'll still be alive 2 see my kid b/
because u should call me superman but without da s on da chest
because i rep for da west/
n i kill all da rest/ all ya niggaz talk shyt/ but ya unfortuante/
because ya don get da money i get/ bucc at me thynk i won't bucc bacc/
because i bring pain that'll make your spine collapse/ make u have spasmz in your bacc/
because ope iz now on da map/ wit a rhyme that iz undefined/
because when ya get on my badd side your ass iz myne/
n i stay on da grind because ya niggaz iz real fake ya could get toast/
leave your body in da oven let it roast/ because i stay on da east coast/
if ya wanted 2 jump me ya had 2 perfect tyme i wuz right in your face/
because u thynk u real but i got u running out your own town like u were Mase/
because ope iz here 2 take da thrown that was alwayz hiz treasure/
because beatin ya niggaz on da mic or wit da fist that'll be my pleasure/
because ya niggaz iz kitten look at da top/ have your body fallin faster den da leavez in autumn that drop/ check it

you and your one liners
here come,
look at the years you been rapping
and you shit' still sounds dum
it's a shame.
u need to get out the game
before i turn up the heat
let you sweat out your brain
i'm killing it all
even taking the head off a horse
if i can't burri you in a box
i put your ass in a draw
and take you in a hole in the floor
that's the shit' you get nigga
for wat?
running your jaw
and see i ain't even abiding the law
you sleep with more cop than 50
i guess you and him is involved
but ain't you the nigga i seen
window shopping at the mall
i guess this whole rap shit' is ridiculous
my bars so sick/just reading it
would leave your eyes balls with sifalus
well i thank you if i say if a must
you signed up for the army
So you can call me General
master
daddy
whoaa
don't even go there
yo momma got her own show
it's called i could smell it in the air even from over here

I am a block representer
were cops love to send us
as crops sell in splenders
365 we in hell but we a'nt sinners
we winners as we strive for ourself
for dinners

most males end up
posting bail
or sleeping were roses
fell, so no to hold
scales, fish scals were dope
held,walking them brooklyn streets
so crowm shells go in
if u should creep
up on him

as muggs warn him
whats up to brothers who
hug the corners
what up to my brother sha
I love homie
but the sluggs the only thing
that hold gs
so I never change
im that same old g
[b][/b]

In less than 5 seconds, I can bring the pain.
There's a method to my madness and a kilo in my veins.
And the words I write - they leave bloody traces on the paper.
Lyrics scraped together with a coked and dirty razor.
Sergeant major; walkin' down the streets of Asia Minor.
With faces turnin' red from the glow of laser finding.
Infa-red dot, chicken pock; bodies of the wicked.
So sick that I be askin' crippled kids if we can kick it.
And it's liquid'; a pistol-packin' priest meets guns and roses.
Splittin' heads in half in seas of red like I was Moses.
Know this: I’m a master of the myth and the ghostly tale.
stretsweeper: call me Josey Wales.
And I can hear all the haters like, “I hope he fails.”
Voice soundin' like chalkboards and broken nails.
Blind poets telling stories that were wrote in braille,
By a heart that was blacker than the token male.
I choke and flail, drownin' in my tears and blood.
40 oz. nightmares full of beers and drugs.
And you can find me chillin' with my peers and thugs,
Where the bravest young guns still fear the slugs.
The ears above; God, I hope you hear the cries,
And ignore all the demons with their leers and lies.
The real disguised; you can even feel the vibes,
While the weak go to church just to heal they lives.

@Big Shishi ( U kno we friend right, So I went back to get U a gift
                     U 'member Killa K - Same Nigga U modified his Rhyme
                     Here when U were dissin' - Nigga here fo ya boi  )

(Killa K)
I've never felt this Crazy y'all
I seen U n' ya style,sh*t Is that U
U look like a rotten gay, So I got to play
cRACK cRACK cRACK


(Menike Raps)[color=#000099][/color]

Moves of a hustler money n' pride
Fans of heaven want to make me bad
I stand wit it n' said Fu*ck them all
Cuz to me they now nicknamed Brandy LovePeddler
Dressed like she-man over a quater
They feel so better but still ain't gat no quater
Say they Hood Niggas, but ain't lived the sh*t
Alway's dead walkin' past rivers,now he claimin' sh*t
Ya apperance reminds me of Madagascar bit*ch
I want to see U smile never want to see U die
U mean no harm so stop ya fake lie
U ain't gat style, no game,no hustle n' you're a Frog bit*ch
Scarin' kids away that's ya favorite sh*t
Me n' ma crew we Big Niggas so we never fear ya sh*t
Gat to turn fo' Killa K to rip this sh*t

(Killa K )
Mouthafucker I heard U stole ma' sh*t
Runn up hear sayin U composed that sh*t
Shut up - I gat 5sec to say ma' sh*t
Big shi , U just said ya funeral hyme
Hush - Say no word
I adviced the Don to post ma lyrics on nairaland (Sh*t)
So y'all gays know we rule the land (New York ,New York)
Fu*ck y'all snitches - Lean Back - Streetz are here
Need a respirator , Go get one on Madison Square
Cuz we Harlem n' Queens niggas - we mean right here
So I say keep fu*ckin' wit the Gays right there
Cuz we straight O.G's lookin' fo' so Girl in here
I'm on steady wit ma' Cuban Cigar - Take 5 down
U say hi n' lay a quick touch down
So Pap Off before we smack U silly or get yaself in pity


  (Shout out : To ma' Hombois in Heaven ; D.O Cannons, State P
                       BlueNytewolf, Nnamd O .Nigga miss Y'all.
                 (Menike Speaks ) We still Rep New York

@ killa k, killa gay, its da big shish dippa

killa k ur neva gonna stop me fool
Im on da rise,u beatin me that will be a surprise, kid cuz u dont got an answer like the sixer franchise.
killa k don't rip raps but asses
U get thrown in water but u don't make no splashes
your rhymes so light, they more brittle then dust and ashes
im betta than ever, spittn mo clever, you'll get ur ass chopped by a meat cleaver
if u ever think of standing toe to toe
ill make you shake like a seizure from a drug overdose
ur whack muthafcka and u keep using da same monologue
like clothes on a stripper, u won't last dat long
I'm bout ta make u disappear like a fat gurl thong
I'm bout ta sink ur rap career like da Russian submarine
Shishi wit da mic is like a spirit with a 7th sense
killa k u and rappin is a bad combination like a physcho and a tractor
I rip sick verses nigga, back 2 back
Go ahead spit ur two verses, but they gonna be whack to whack



@MENIKE
u tryin to be a rap artist, to HELL WIT DA PLAN
its obvious cos u aint gat no fans
u couldnt drop a rap record if it fell from yo hand,
understand my flowin style is wild like zulu
im a hard nigga p*ssy, but u softa than fufu
u not a rhymer just a liar commitin a sin
im comin at u in many ways ull swear i have a twin
be like was it cra=y , was it shish, oh sh*t
whoever it was, still beat yo ass lil b*tch
I use big words cause my vocabulary varies sporadically
im on here errday, doin ma thang
u only pop up once a month like a Indecency magazine
Ya can't COMPETE so yah body gat more veins than a over dosed athlete
U couldn't beat me if u had a genie and 3 wish
This bitch wanna to battle me cause he thankn he'll win
but this mutha4cka couldn't keep me down wit a 123 pin.
im spittn ma darts, they'll tear u apart, digraced, disintegrated
u get found in a shoppin mart at da back of wall mart
Forget reaching the finish bitch you barely made da start,
Get da dick out yah mouth and pay attention.
Ma flows leave u more shaky than a 4cked up suspension
I'm a master of syllable, bastard it's literal
im da tuffest, hardest , nigga u still gettn eaten like cereal

[b][/b]well im da king on this sey lil homie
@ big shi shi

well i say it's time out, for you ,
cos am 'bout to beat u black and blue
for even trying to test
it's obvious u ain't gat no clue
ur lyrics so scary
better go back to the zoo
in case yaall don know
I am da ryme ochestra
lyrical sorcerer
better beleive it cos am turning ur tommy like cholera
wat ever arena, nairaland or life stage
if u still wanna battle watch me rip ur heart from ur ribcage.


now i have a feeling most rymers on this site are not original.
so big shi shi if u wanna battle me.
new rules.
we drop our lines in local language and broken. not 100% english.
if u wont chiken out. then am down

@sleek mc
u gotta lotta nerve spittn ma name out yo mouf
i spit black clouds dat make bird niggaz like u not wanna fly down souf
talkn bout u da rhyme orchestra, f*cka, i gat news 4 you
da only thang u should be orchestratin is ur obituary arrangements
whoeva told ya u spitting need 2 get a foot up they ass
you wont last a second with crayola, cos you'll get cut like grass
i'll gouge out both ur eyes and stick a shovel up yo ass
make ur whole hood gather round ur carcass like sunday afternoon mass
call me cow foot cos i love 2 step on lil bull sh*t rappers like you
i grab da mic and you'll be sh*ttin, when i spit ma daggers at you
even if i lent you ma style, nigga you'll still be so whack, plus
u nothing but a major let down
like a black gurl wit no ass
muthafcka cut da crap, you can't rap, it's a wrap muthafc%%$

@shishi


props to you man, i have been watching from the window just had to comment after i saw you slay the latest one. damn man, you good. nice punch lines.

good lookin out diddy!!

Aiyo, besides all the money,riches & lyrics i got
I'm gotta pose in da  source mag' front page thats ma worth
I love when ladies scream "Hey Play'B"
I love when a chick leave my crib knock-kneed lika Bee'
And I love when a playa-hata try to knock me
Or cock-block me, but you can't stop me
You come for all you want but you can't top me
Yeah I'm just a P L A Y B O Y' thats me
Son we multiply, n*gga", i don't die
Niggas frontin like kno' dey ain't fly
But nigga can't name nothing that i ain't buy
Or i bain't try,  or we ain't drive
Niggas need a hit it's to me they cry
So why front like nigga' P-B ain't die
C'mon, men let's go
Like we alwayz flow
Like tyson pushin' his blow
Dey kno' dey can't beat Play'B because i'm known
Now i'm da King & let da wacks BOW !!!

playboy u blowin down da house cuz keep rippin it

Yea Dawg. . .

Do ya thin' ,Man

@Play-boy. . .Nice flow



U g'na b realest rapper, man !

@PlayBoy n' Jduck

Nice to see y'all come gether

Ma 2thumbs Up G's

ight,nigga. . .kool up!!

Yo Guys , I told y'all my Album is done n' waitin' for the 25th of the Month
So I decided to leave y'all wit some sh*t from  me

http://www.hiphopgame.com/index2.php3?page=tracks1

There's a link to ma' new Joint wit Lil'Wayne "I made Bling Bling"
      Two Five ft. Lil Wayne  "I made Bling Bling"
So Big Sushi n' all y'all Mouthfucker talkin' sh*t
Two Five (Aka. Menike is in ya Hood)
I told y'all I live ma sh*t n' words ( Sushi, I gat a line fo' U  on the track
                                       A brother like me got to show some love U know gay )

@ Everyone
Don't forget to listen to ma nigga Killa K (Yeah Masta Killa)
He reps Brooklyn wit "Older God pt 2 "