[quote author=dj5naira]
u claim to be the best MAN,bt dz aint no WEDDIN/wanna mess with 'scripts' i hope u are READY/coz ma arms are HEAVY...to Bleep ur life up more dan jason and FREDDY/
ADVICE:drop ur 'rappin career,Go sell an ICE-CREAM/coz i cant just imagine u finkin 'spare him and jackson'is a good RHYME-SCHEME/
U kip sayin i bites,yet u bit the 'stevie WONDER ISH'/tz obvious,if i go six feet below,u'l still be UNDER ME/
tz a SHAME/..even ma 'current flows' cant 'charge up'his 'dull' BRAIN/ so So ima giv him a'couple of shots over the 'NET' lyk a badminton GAME/
DJ5NAIRA? how come I havnt heard of this NAME?/....guess u're lyk a 'needle in an haystack'u cant be 'picked'among TOP VETS/
Coz d only thin u gud at is 'servin hard wen it comes to Beef' lyk Hot WAITRESS/
U have 'bad lines' lyk an amateur BARBER/...is dat wat u gain by tradin combats wiv mortals and street FIGHTERS?/
Now ur 'life is on d fence'lyk i got them trapped in barbed WIRE/coz am ur 'Boss'in d game,i sezly dnt nid 'petrol and Tire' to get u 'FIRED'/
d way u aint movin forward,i hope u've not sold ur BIRTH-RIGHT/...coz wen ma LEAD-FLIES,u prolly gon be wonderin if the 'force was ever with u like u playin 'darth vader' in JEDI/
I can see u aint in ur RIGHT-MIND/...U 'Owe' me sum respect,ima make u pay diz TIME/
Coz d way u spend days just to WRITE-LINES/.....if u ba2 me,ima 'put u down' lyk NIGHT-TIME/
I aint no gay,xo i dnt care if u dnt GIVE a FORK/
But lyk am 'steven seagal' ima make 'Blood exit ur wounds' as i angrily RIP ya GUT/
D mofo said am wack,but the only time u'l be seein 'wack' is ur mirror REFLECT/
coz i dnt know how u're 'suit to tie' with me,wen u aint Even fit for the BUSINESS/
we all know '5NAIRA' is low,xo automatically,u aint 'worth' ma TIME/
..i spit-flows,.ma lyrics wud make u 'run'dan a sick-nose..mayb u can quit beef and live d life of CHRIST/
I said u dnt have it 'Upstairs',who said u sud start lookin for STAIRCASE/.....................fool
serzly I dnt blame u,i can see u dnt know the difference btween 'rap and ESSAY'/
u d type to clap-and-cheer as i swag-and-steer,thanks to ur WACK CAREER/
coz ur verses aint worth shit,am way above ya,beta STAND AND STARE/
Bleep a sledge hammer,ima SLAP YA/....and if u SPIT-BACK,ima BEAT YA til ur TEETH-MASH/...And Sit back in LAUGHTER/
Coz ur SSHIT-LACKS d confidence for REAL-RAP,../ima make blood gush outta ya mouth lyk u bit ya lips tryin 2 SPEAK-FAST/
sorry dawg,i know av gat u Stop and THINKIN/...as i grab d bitches and ROCK the BUILDIN/
bt diz ma num,..07066590760...call me,i wil advise u to quit rap and start doin some SINGING/...........

i hope u have d high-pitched voice, lwkmd...signin out!

wait oh, this nairaland dey modify ma ish and spoiling ma rhymes o,na wa o

happy sunday

Sleakid! Me

wait...
dj5naira, n ILLscripts are cookin up some beef ish hia or what, if u
gEE'z want 2 fyt, go open c/o 4 call out thread...see how u pipo are
sparring hia..lyk say hia na battle arena

Totally decided to drop some weed bars/

Who the hell needs yoga when you got weed/ safari got me finkin and damn twas true indeed/ feeling right, alright, time to write some clever lines to recite/ might pick a fight despite my delight of intended flights/Soaring like a kite at an height I could bite the sky of white/ the sight of a light so tight you'll never see the fright/ damn I slept through hours I swear am still high/ last night was a movie, I was the star dats no suprise/ had me twisting blunts up my finger like was some hurricane/ soon as you put one out, I brought one back like a boomerang/ boys can't explain, all the loud my lungs contain/ am untamed, am insane/ its safe to say am the pilot in this plane/ ama smokin on that w(rapper) with a bong/ and I'll be smokin so loud like my lungs singing a song/all this kush in my lung got me speaking in tongues/ I don't smoke by the gramme I smoke by the ton/ my weed will make you levitate, and you aint ever gotta seperate/ the seed, the stem, man, my weed aint good, its hella great/ and sure its nigerian, lilwayne did a mill (amilli) of it/ don't ask don't tell, its fela way-being the greatest off it/

berg and murphy check
www.nairaland.com/1134140/ice-berg-vs-murphysmalls-bragging-rights

e-Iceberg:
wait...
dj5naira, n ILLscripts are cookin up some beef ish hia or what, if u
gEE'z want 2 fyt, go open c/o 4 call out thread...see how u pipo are
sparring hia..lyk say hia na battle arena

I ain't hatin on no one mayne, just catchin ma FUN

Omo I don Come to Show niggas ma /Stuff/
Or what i'm really made Of/
Like Wande I know its been long they saw /Me/
ma Haters are Like Blind hoe$....,cuz When i 'COME' dey dont See /Me/
Told em to Buzz Off cuz they can't 'Bee' /Me/
Ain't Fly anymore,i'm up there in /Space/
Basking in euphoria of døpeness anytime i step into this /Place/
So cool i 'Mount-In' here like the Morning /Dew/
........I drop Punchlines like i gat many Tysons on a /Queue/
........Since the day i Man-U/ ya keep failing to keep the top notch so ya no longer feeling /Blue/
Guilty of Døpeness cuz i gat ma name in Every 'High' Court/cuz i'm a Serial boxer who's landing punches on every niggas /Gut/
..........I Passed the Million's Test cos i do 'Pro Tins'/
Amateurs claimin Flyness even when dey gat Immature Wings/
A.K tins i can murd any nigga with ma Luga/
Cuz i'm never meant for 'Defeat'.......i'm No Supra/
Woe unto dudes with Silly Flows/
Ma Ladies are Like Steve Jobs cuz dey give me Apple Bløws/
So I guess I'm da Realest Vet who also Get Pússy/
God Of Rhymes........Call me 'Tune Chi'/

BlEss

Season's Greetings to ya'al

kerijay: Season's Greetings to ya'al

nice one glad

Fanks bruv

e-Iceberg:
wait...
dj5naira, n ILLscripts are cookin up some beef ish hia or what, if u
gEE'z want 2 fyt, go open c/o 4 call out thread...see how u pipo are
sparring hia..lyk say hia na battle arena

...which it is.

What's ILL penning/ no doubt, hes still learning/ Scripts aint rapping/ but scribbin' . Seasons Greetings . . . . in plain writing/
Tis razz talk/ this paralympian lack guts/ got no arms . . . both were sliced off/ as part of Sharia Law/
Summoned clown/ look at his writtens . . . couldn't align a single common noun/
Come on man . . . I didn't say squirt you b.itch/ and when your gone, you'd be remembered ONLY . . . for texts you bit!/
'So so' master . . . Prekky's incarnate/
Busy bitin' styles . . . all over internet/
Truly, your dated/ like yo clothings . . . all outdated/ with the 'current flows' . . . which has been repeatedly restated!/
If verses were weekly hits/ yours won't Top 40 like Rick Dees . . . and that's a beamin' feat/
Your like an unknown element, X . . . but im famous/ mimicin' a bee sound . . . only then he claim 'buzz' !/ and would misfire . . . if he try to aim us/
Plus will take Lead, when he gets shot . . . . with live Metal bullets/
His letter aint d.ope . . . im readin' a mere informal leaflet/
Your scribin' wrong . . . and 'tis not so right/
Cuz the only battle you ever won . . . is a pillow fight/
Got piles of drug lines stuff in ma baggage/ but you . . . quick to drop garbage/
plus the 1's you sketch & lock in luggage/ ma instant frees . . . would cancel out all the pre-writtens you salvage/
This stephen got parthenophobia . . . could only 'See Gal' !/ too scared to close-up, or meet 'em/ 1 touch . . . and he release s.perms/ premature ACT . . . should be stoned to death/
Cuz hes mouth stink/ up stage, when the tout sings/ his fans hold they breath/
I spare no kittens . . . the way I Mar Gays/ legally bound in marriage/
I happily thwack this wack/ till I crack his back/ after I wrap him with bandage/ flippin' through sheep magazine . . . only then we see him on Ram Page!/
Your on a losin' streak/ first you admit, you bit/ im offerin' legs . . . so accept 'defeat' !/
ILLScripts/ the dull chap with a dimwit/ im exposin' ya flaws . . . so they've seen it/ modifyin' your post . . . still won't redeem it/ your too cold . . . to bring Heat/ with your Numb Barz . . . no oNe could feel it/
Errin' in all your alliterations . . . and lyrics/
We disseminatin' facts . . . no hearsay/ and your slow . . . couldn't tell between freestyle raps from essay/
Conveyin' heavy luggages to bus stops? . . . . what a Career/
Still floored/ but im ascendin' way up like incense . . . no gravity barrier/
+ i'll leave you homeless . . . when I spit flood/
No punchlines, no metas . . . boy that was weak/
And the multies . no strikin' effect like . . . a frail d.eek/
I aint MJ . . . but mine would Beat It/ cuz i'd baffle this calf in his studio, and make him quit Hit/
Pastin' digits/ for gays to call you?/ ma index finger up in ya face . . . . . PHOCK YOU!/

dj5naira: What's ILL penning/ no doubt, hes still learning/ Scripts aint rapping/ but scribbin' . Seasons Greetings . . . . in plain writing/
Tis razz talk/ this paralympian lack guts/ got no arms . . . both were sliced off/ as part of Sharia Law/
Summoned clown/ look at his writtens . . . couldn't align a single common noun/
Come on man . . . I didn't say squirt you b.itch/ and when your gone, you'd be remembered ONLY . . . for texts you bit!/
'So so' master . . . Prekky's incarnate/
Busy bitin' styles . . . all over internet/
Truly, your dated/ like yo clothings . . . all outdated/ with the 'current flows' . . . which has been repeatedly restated!/
If verses were weekly hits/ yours won't Top 40 like Rick Dees . . . and that's a beamin' feat/
Your like an unknown element, X . . . but im famous/ mimicin' a bee sound . . . only then he claim 'buzz' !/ and would misfire . . . if he try to aim us/
Plus will take Lead, when he gets shot . . . . with live Metal bullets/
His letter aint d.ope . . . im readin' a mere informal leaflet/
Your scribin' wrong . . . and 'tis not so right/
Cuz the only battle you ever won . . . is a pillow fight/
Got piles of drug lines stuff in ma baggage/ but you . . . quick to drop garbage/
plus the 1's you sketch & lock in luggage/ ma instant frees . . . would cancel out all the pre-writtens you salvage/
This stephen got parthenophobia . . . could only 'See Gal' !/ too scared to close-up, or meet 'em/ 1 touch . . . and he release s.perms/ premature ACT . . . should be stoned to death/
Cuz hes mouth stink/ up stage, when the tout sings/ his fans hold they breath/
I spare no kittens . . . the way I Mar Gays/ legally bound in marriage/
I happily thwack this wack/ till I crack his back/ after I wrap him with bandage/ flippin' through sheep magazine . . . only then we see him on Ram Page!/
Your on a losin' streak/ first you admit, you bit/ im offerin' legs . . . so accept 'defeat' !/
ILLScripts/ the dull chap with a dimwit/ im exposin' ya flaws . . . so they've seen it/ modifyin' your post . . . still won't redeem it/ your too cold . . . to bring Heat/ with your Numb Barz . . . no oNe could feel it/
Errin' in all your alliterations . . . and lyrics/
We disseminatin' facts . . . no hearsay/ and your slow . . . couldn't tell between freestyle raps from essay/
Conveyin' heavy luggages to bus stops? . . . . what a Career/
Still floored/ but im ascendin' way up like incense . . . no gravity barrier/
+ i'll leave you homeless . . . when I spit flood/
No punchlines, no metas . . . boy that was weak/
And the multies . no strikin' effect like . . . a frail d.eek/
I aint MJ . . . but mine would Beat It/ cuz i'd baffle this calf in his studio, and make him quit Hit/
Pastin' digits/ for gays to call you?/ ma index finger up in ya face . . . . . PHOCK YOU!/

Shidddd.. Effin ddope

ILLScripts: BRAIN/ so So ima gi him a'

Prekky's Incarnate!

dj5naira: What's ILL penning/ no doubt, hes still learning/ Scripts aint rapping/ but scribbin' . Seasons Greetings . . . . in plain writing/
Tis razz talk/ this paralympian lack guts/ got no arms . . . both were sliced off/ as part of Sharia Law/
Summoned clown/ look at his writtens . . . couldn't align a single common noun/
Come on man . . . I didn't say squirt you b.itch/ and when your gone, you'd be remembered ONLY . . . for texts you bit!/
'So so' master . . . Prekky's incarnate/
Busy bitin' styles . . . all over internet/
Truly, your dated/ like yo clothings . . . all outdated/ with the 'current flows' . . . which has been repeatedly restated!/
If verses were weekly hits/ yours won't Top 40 like Rick Dees . . . and that's a beamin' feat/
Your like an unknown element, X . . . but im famous/ mimicin' a bee sound . . . only then he claim 'buzz' !/ and would misfire . . . if he try to aim us/
Plus will take Lead, when he gets shot . . . . with live Metal bullets/
His letter aint d.ope . . . im readin' a mere informal leaflet/
Your scribin' wrong . . . and 'tis not so right/
Cuz the only battle you ever won . . . is a pillow fight/
Got piles of drug lines stuff in ma baggage/ but you . . . quick to drop garbage/
plus the 1's you sketch & lock in luggage/ ma instant frees . . . would cancel out all the pre-writtens you salvage/
This stephen got parthenophobia . . . could only 'See Gal' !/ too scared to close-up, or meet 'em/ 1 touch . . . and he release s.perms/ premature ACT . . . should be stoned to death/
Cuz hes mouth stink/ up stage, when the tout sings/ his fans hold they breath/
I spare no kittens . . . the way I Mar Gays/ legally bound in marriage/
I happily thwack this wack/ till I crack his back/ after I wrap him with bandage/ flippin' through sheep magazine . . . only then we see him on Ram Page!/
Your on a losin' streak/ first you admit, you bit/ im offerin' legs . . . so accept 'defeat' !/
ILLScripts/ the dull chap with a dimwit/ im exposin' ya flaws . . . so they've seen it/ modifyin' your post . . . still won't redeem it/ your too cold . . . to bring Heat/ with your Numb Barz . . . no oNe could feel it/
Errin' in all your alliterations . . . and lyrics/
We disseminatin' facts . . . no hearsay/ and your slow . . . couldn't tell between freestyle raps from essay/
Conveyin' heavy luggages to bus stops? . . . . what a Career/
Still floored/ but im ascendin' way up like incense . . . no gravity barrier/
+ i'll leave you homeless . . . when I spit flood/
No punchlines, no metas . . . boy that was weak/
And the multies . no strikin' effect like . . . a frail d.eek/
I aint MJ . . . but mine would Beat It/ cuz i'd baffle this calf in his studio, and make him quit Hit/
Pastin' digits/ for gays to call you?/ ma index finger up in ya face . . . . . PHOCK YOU!/

Damn, its sumone's burial,

Open thread make we follow the traditional rites sha

Dj5naira is an extremely intelligent fella who pulls out some obscure similes with good allround knowledge. And his recent foray into battling ain't too bad either

Ibime: Dj5naira is an extremely intelligent fella who pulls out some obscure similes with good allround knowledge. And his recent foray into battling ain't too bad either

...like brainiac in Smallville.

ojoawo:


Damn, its sumone's burial,

Open thread make we follow the traditional rites sha

A moment of silence.

[quote author=dj5naira]
This 'clown' fink hes replyin a beef, yet he kip 'droppin balls like a 'deranged Circus/
coz u're inhuman n unpresentable,u fink u can Go ahead n call urself Cyborg/
u fink rap is sth to 'play with'?....u sud better do sth with d Sand/
d nit-wit didnt know ma flows lyk a 'peanut butter',watch me give him a 'Jam'/
U kip 'shootin back'... I know u're a 'camera' VET/
but quit explainin ur barz,like anyone CARES/
The 'so so' was a typo,but y are u xo interested in ma 'FLAWS'?/
mayb u sud get 'mop and a broom'and Nigguh.....get to WORK/
u fink u roll with 'hoes',..yeah, i know u're an hardworkin dude in d FARM/
u kip throwin 'punches' I'll neva 'feel',lyk u came to this 'site' with no ARM/
I got riches/...bt dz 'parasitic dude' 'depend on guys'lyk Ticks and leeches/
..to Ghost write his lyrics/...am ur 'shootin star' but i wont grant ur Wishes/
d lame-punk dey claim-thug...but if he eva 'wins',it must be in BoardGame/
but I'l advise u to settle down and learn real wordplays 4rm Sleakid brawl with Warplay/
cos if life was a 'building'...I bet u'll be standing in d miidle of Hallways/
u fink u beat it lyk MJ?..lemme show u true MJ wen i turn ur life 2 'black and white'....without the use of Ink and Pen/
u sud Think and learn/...coz ppl wud fink u've yielded to ma advise 2 'sing with high pitch' wen I make u Scream and yell/
am a beast/..u're the least/...usin outdated 'puns' lyk 'Defeat'/
'buildin up' false 'stories' lyk an unskilled 'Engineer',...only fools wud Believe/
I dnt need to b a Psychic/...but I know dz dude wudnt Get a life if he doesnt learn how to Ride-dicK
Y dnt u brawl dudes lyk Sleakid?/...If d jujs wunt laugh at u and throw u the Side-kick/
Now dat m on dis site,u wunt Get a life...coz i Kill-bleeps/
ur own typa DJ na disgrace to Hip-hop/...even if u tryna hide ur 'flaws'.and change 'nick'....It will still-suck/
while ma tracks are sellin/dz bad textee wunt move forward lyk ah 'stagnant water'/..usin'mimicin for mimicking'...hes effin Bad with spelling/
the lad'd be yelling/...and his punches are 'fuckin pathetic' like 'nervous Virgins'/
wen u see him drop 'pennin,learnin,rappin,writin',he aint rhymin,..d dumb boy only Stutters/
hes a pet and a toddler/...ima make him leave diz 'site' like 'Fired construction workers'/
Y wunt u ascend up like incense,..wen am bout to send ur wack soul to Hell/
coz 4rm ur rhymes I cud Tell/...u sound mur like a Girl/...'makin up' 4 ur 'eye brow' is the only time u'l eva 'pop a lead'/
I know u're only replyin coz u want to prove dat u're Iller/...but wiv ur texts,i can hardly Tell if u're a man or a Diva/
coz d way u spend days just to reply me,mayb 'Mum' wudav put some 'strokes'2 ur butt if u hadnt spend ur time to 'baby sit' ur Sister/
droppin 'childish texts',I dnt nid ur profile to tell ur Real-age/
ur 'bars' so 'stretched' I thought ur verse was a 'free-way/.....yet u call urself a D.J/..............S.M.H
if dis was 'Vocals',u wud hav known we dnt want ur 'choir voice'....WizKid-style/
..just 2 reply me; He'd go Fifty-miles/....but still,even 'peter pan' cudnt make dis Kid-fly/
d dude fink hes flowin sick/...hes better off blowin-ddick/...cos hes alwas dreamin bout ffuckin Dudes/
xo Illscripts be stoppin You/...b4 u start makin love to Shoes/...and dat be d only time u 'ccmmin' through'/
Coz I 'rule u' on this Game,..am ya sepp blatter/
ur flow wud neva 'Grip us' lyk 'loosed Plier'/.......so I dnt need to 'Trade words' with u even if it by 'Batter'/
lyk 'undeveloped schools' he has no 'class'/....hes alwas below me lyk 'Tiles'/
if not just to put a grin on his face, he'd have had no Hype/
hes claimin a Goon? d dude is 'soft' like 'Tissues'/....lyk 'magazines' ,..hes Gat a lot of 'Issues'/
hes Little/....hes flow wudnt be 'off the chain' if twas Pitbull'/
serzly,i am better off 'Trollin' with real Heads/
...cos i dnt need Leads/...Ima just 'Crumple 5NAIRA' like 'Careless CONDUCTORS'.........

Ibime: Dj5naira is an extremely intelligent fella who pulls out some obscure similes with good allround knowledge. And his recent foray into battling ain't too bad either

Please all these credits should go to Mikuz. I tutored Dj, now he has raised to the bar a lil bit: recheck his rhymes wella.

smh 4 nairaland o,dat rhyme na RIDE-DICK and SIDE-KICK

Ibime: Dj5naira is an extremely intelligent fella

Ofcourse, he studies other mcs' lines, modify and spit them in here.

ILLScripts: smh 4 nairaland o,dat rhyme na RIDE-DICK and SIDE-KICK

Everyone knows Dj gat no rhymes, not a suprise. Imagine rhyming this and wit

ILLscripts, a sicko on dis site!...spits sensible n endlessly!...kai... tyt meta4s jawe!

airmark:
Everyone knows Dj gat no rhymes, not a suprise. Imagine rhyming this and wit

e-Iceberg:
ILLscripts, a sicko on dis site!...spits sensible n endlessly!...kai... tyt meta4s jawe!

dj5naira: ...like brainiac in Smallville.

Intelligent my foot. Oboy there's nothing that special about ya bars. You not sick. You just dey CC my raps. Remember when I used that MJ and Beat it line. Ibime critiqued it and called it wack, now he's the same chap hailing 'em rhymes as dope.

Dj5naira: Truly, your dated/ like yo clothings . . . all outdated/

Whats' the meaning of this? Is this not the height of stretching/forcing?

What Abt My Own Lines?...."sigh.....waitin 4 hypes and Critics"

ILLScripts: What Abt My Own Lines?...."sigh.....waitin 4 hypes and Critics"

You got the illest lines on this page . . .

ILLScripts:
..Ima just 'Crumple 5NAIRA' like 'Careless CONDUCTORS'........

What a closure.
But instead, i would have loved: I just 'crumple 5naira' like 'careless conductors'.