airmark:

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

This one na deathblow oh . . This is creativity in it's height. The ninja is really ILL.

mikuz:

This one na deathblow oh . . This is creativity in it's height. The ninja is really ILL.

impressed.

lol na coz em give dj5naira credit. Una dey rant anyhow? Smh...
Anyways...
Wat if someone drops a topic and we cipher on it huh?

sleakid: lol na coz em give dj5naira credit. Una dey rant anyhow? Smh...
Anyways...
Wat if someone drops a topic and we cipher on it huh?

Okay . . go first. The topic is hustlers' anthem . . .

mikuz:

Okay . . go first. The topic is hustlers' anthem . . .

Aite lemme check mic..

HUSTLERS ANTHEM

Itz all part of the sshit/
coz it was never sweet/
We was starving for meat/
and lookin for what to eat/
Plus kid sis need some new shoes/
And hommies needa buzz/
So we load up the nines/
when we see paper signs/
Now we tha toughest ninjas/
coz we blow watever like bangers/
we slanging em watever/
Smoking eyes retina/ and we still burn brain ringers/
So tell em street better-cover-ya-sweaters/
coz we tha hustlers-under-the-weather/
Snatching lifes of innocent murffuckahs/
coz we kill for the paper/ naw we muderers/
Twasnt easy seeing how life went further/
so we got connected with all boosters/
and other hustlers and real smugglers/
sorta we werent meant to be thieves/
but in the night ninjas wuld dress in sleaves/
Looking for daily bread so we Stalking the streets/
and 24/7 nigga we gotta be on our feets/
So if money grow on trees/
Then we gotta rake the leaves/
Cos life without green/ is dry like gin/
What bout those-h0es/
and wrecked words we get from those-foes/
Step in the club watchin niggas take shots like PK/
And u just stare at yo girl and say baby's its okay/
Not even alomo on the deck.. Talkless of white-and-mackay/
So dont blame us murfuckahz when we Sight-the-a.k/
Yeah lemme end here..
someone else can continue..
oNe

Thank u Guys so much....u are truly encouraging.....u've just strengthened me wiv ur Words

ILLScripts: Thank u Guys so much....u are truly encouraging.....u've just strengthened me wiv ur Words

OnE

quick one

This ain't no pro rap please/
this is a frees/ to the fake Gees/
HipHop on steroids, My skillz murd wanabees/
When i burst with another verse full of diss/
But still colder than an Arctic breeze/
Bless the mic everytime like it let off a sneeze/
With ease, I rip these weak emcees/
Cos They too weak in the knees/
You aint fly like the fleas/ but me, i sting like the bees/
ILLmatic Sleak is the teacher, I the professor charging no fees/
You could climb the highest mountain til you freeze/
Or dive to the depth of the seas/ til your ears bleed like casualties/
Searching for an antidote for your wackness disease/
But it could never cease til the day you're
deceased/
Lemme put this in black and white like piano keys/
When it comes to wordplay, am lethal with these/
My mind's in, am overkilling and I constantly increase/
The top vet, the king of amayanabo, yeah, you know my steeze/
My flow stay tighter than a virgin who happens to be Japanese/
While "phoney niqqaz" deliver more "fake bars" than chinese/
Ain't none of these fools' verses harder than sleak's/
Am a lyrikal sharp-shooter, I aim and squeeze/
No time for playing movies,/ so why tha eff u screaming "hey sleak ,freeze!"/
I'd stil defeat y'all if you came in threes/
Your spits are all the same like the contents of a can of peas/
Now, before you choke and murk yourselves, be quick to answer am d illest like quiz/
then y'all can pack up and and take ya leaves/
Really illy.. I can have y'all shot before i take ya "cheese"...
Mikuz drop ya hustlers anthem verse.. Wann see sumtin..
oNe

¤HUSTLERS ANTHEMN¤

takin off to d streets,/
wen its late an hour,catch a lady,n give giv ha sum ffuckin treats/
aint kids,we d bullies,so ffuck d oats n d wheats/
we roll d balls of eba,dip in soup,swallow,n dats how we eat/
d hustlers song, wat beta way is dia, dan takin it"beat" by "beat"/
hw we hustle/ is a "marvel"/ even 2 superhero freaks/
in d markets,we culd lure a geek/
if it happens dat he bought a shoe/
we jst tel him,100naira wuld do,/
n we wuld nail a "whole" 4 u/
we drive nails, happily, 10 holes in a pair/
its 1000naira,we spill it,den he wails n says it aint fair/
i'l come 2 a halt there/
we d hustling touts-in-boulevardz/
snatching-handbags, catching-gamblers,best believe cos its no doubt-we-bully-ladz/
n we peepz-formed-guilds/
nt of thieves or robbers, twas just dat we made d streetz-gon-wild/
lyk carnivores now roamed em/
no water, bt in our prescence d environs neva 'bubble',lyk we neva 'foamed em'/
yeah its d hustlerz anthemn/
any mofo in our way,beyond repair we wuld condemn/
n if we handle gunz, we'ld wreck a full store, listen/
pls dont call it robbery, its just shop lifting/
afterall we are just hustlers tryna make a living/

#e-me!

e-Iceberg:
¤HUSTLERS ANTHEMN¤

takin off to d streets,/
wen its late an hour,catch a lady,n give giv ha sum ffuckin treats/
aint kids,we d bullies,so ffuck d oats n d wheats/
we roll d balls of eba,dip in soup,swallow,n dats how we eat/
d hustlers song, wat beta way is dia, dan takin it"beat" by "beat"/
hw we hustle/ is a "marvel"/ even 2 superhero freaks/
in d markets,we culd lure a geek/
if it happens dat he bought a shoe/
we jst tel him,100naira wuld do,/
n we wuld nail a "whole" 4 u/
we drive nails, happily, 10 holes in a pair/
its 1000naira,we spill it,den he wails n says it aint fair/
i'l come 2 a halt there/
we d hustling touts-in-boulevardz/
snatching-handbags, catching-gamblers,best believe cos its no doubt-we-bully-ladz/
n we peepz-formed-guilds/
nt of thieves or robbers, twas just dat we made d streetz-gon-wild/
lyk carnivores now roamed em/
no water, bt in our prescence d environs neva 'bubble',lyk we neva 'foamed em'/
yeah its d hustlerz anthemn/
any mofo in our way,beyond repair we wuld condemn/
n if we handle gunz, we'ld wreck a full store, listen/
pls dont call it robbery, its just shop lifting/
afterall we are just hustlers tryna make a living/

#e-me!

No h0m0 bt i feel u...
True talk mahn.. True talk

Ice Bergy,Bergy...u Are On point..nigguh...thumbz up!

sleaky, ILLscriptz, i bow!

FnKz

sleakid: HUSTLERS ANTHEM

Itz all part of the sshit/
coz it was never sweet/
We was starving for meat/
and lookin for what to eat/
Plus kid sis need some new shoes/
And hommies needa buzz/
So we load up the nines/
when we see paper signs/
Now we tha toughest ninjas/
coz we blow watever like bangers/
we slanging em watever/
Smoking eyes retina/ and we still burn brain ringers/
So tell em street better-cover-ya-sweaters/
coz we tha hustlers-under-the-weather/
Snatching lifes of innocent murffuckahs/
coz we kill for the paper/ naw we muderers/
Twasnt easy seeing how life went further/
so we got connected with all boosters/
and other hustlers and real smugglers/
sorta we werent meant to be thieves/
but in the night ninjas wuld dress in sleaves/
Looking for daily bread so we Stalking the streets/
and 24/7 nigga we gotta be on our feets/
So if money grow on trees/
Then we gotta rake the leaves/
Cos life without green/ is dry like gin/
What bout those-h0es/
and wrecked words we get from those-foes/
Step in the club watchin niggas take shots like PK/
And u just stare at yo girl and say baby's its okay/
Not even alomo on the deck.. Talkless of white-and-mackay/
So dont blame us murfuckahz when we Sight-the-a.k/
Yeah lemme end here..
someone else can continue..
oNe

meta4s are sweet lyka juicy cunt...damn!..SICK-ONE sleak

sleakid: HUSTLERS ANTHEM
So if money grow on trees/
Then we gotta rake the leaves/
Cos life without green/ is dry like gin/

i like this one

e-Iceberg:


meta4s are sweet lyka juicy cunt...damn!..SICK-ONE sleak

Ema prince:
i like this one

I see you bruvs...

mikuz:

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.

Khaled you mean.

airmark:

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

airmark:
Everyone knows Dj gat no rhymes, not a suprise.

HYPOTHESES!!!

mikuz:

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

NECO Questions.

No Ark when im drownin' this Noah/ plain Script, nothin' ILL . . . 'twas all delusional paranoia/
His watery braggadocio were bulls.hit like . . . calves struck with diarrhea/
He knows im brutal/ no moonwalk, stylishly back-slidin' . . . wanna surrender/ cuz im decapitatin' the robot . . . in this bloody ritual/ and his fictional fans . . . nicknamed The Avenger!/
Twil be Spartacus again this time around/ on street walls, my name painted . . . with your Blood & Sand!/
I end this b.itch flow, when I place Full Stop on ya . Period/
Smack his back . . . ad hoc cure for hes hiccups/
Bewilder the dweeb/ send him to E.R . . . so he examine his rib/ see what ma punches doin' to him/
'So So' chef/ what's a cook doin' here/ even his last post were full of err/ cuz 'tis only a weird nerd whos not so well/ that would complement 'an' with 'hardworking' which aint a pure vowel!/
Like an awful magic . . . hes the 'effin' bad spell' / at his age . . . still writin' middle as 'miidle' / this hedgehog should be made bare & flung . . . into a hole of prickles/
His epistles flawed/ while his verses bore/
Church rat . . . Apostle 'Poor' !/
I blaze this dull chap/ till he turn char/ blind his eyes with ma wordies . . . im the Pun Star/
This Johnson got no Magic/ miles apart with Potter . . . . . 500 meter yardstick/
Ridin' d.eeks? . . . its time he admit/
This guys' a phockin' gay/ only time he 'Scream & yell' . . . is when hes gettin' phucked by gays!/
I daze con/ that claim don/ this beast is gettin' 'lurked' up . . . like Akon/
Should be bashed in the teeth/ for the lies that he spits/ the only truth he ever told . . . was the time he admit/ that he bit lines from the streetz!/
Plus I brawl with netcees or emcees/ that DISSrespect me/ with rare skillz/ dazzle fans and De Foes . . . Lionel Messi/ on turf pitch/
You aint reppin hiphop/ if rap were sandals . . . yours would be mere Flip Flop/
I expose this prick . . . I think he should zip up/ and keep shut/
Else I place his brain in Plateau . . . so he think 'Not' !/
+ the greedy burglar aint gettin' shares . . . reason he Still Stucks/
I utilize ma fist on him . . . but you Use Less/ hes a stammerer and I . . a true vet/ next we'll hear, ''im So So Def . . . like Dupri's label in U.S/
Yo frequency don't modulate . . . . like Ray with no Power/ are you made of lime? cuz lyrics you pen . . . so sour/
Like perennial plants . . . you aint Lead Worth/
I aint spanish, so no press Conference . . . when Real talk/
And won't spit killa Bass . . . even if he raise his voice/
Still, I could pitch in auto tunes . . . but he'd end up makin' noise/
I spew freestyle raps . . . like Em in 8-Mile/ so he gets killed with a broom . . . if he claim fly/
Im frustratin' his truth . . . he resort to plane lie/
Traffic warden/ that's him running/ flaggin' ma benz down, only then we see him stop me!/
No recorded action . . . just live threat/
Game over . . . 'tis time I put this ruler back in mathset/
I aint under you dawg . . . 'tis you standin' on ma shoulder/ jump down . . . else I ram you on a boulder/
He's better off . . . but im best among the rest/ truly the first like . . . FirstBank slogan text/
I'll beLittle this Kevin/ and delete this trojan . . . cuz im that antivirus like NetQuin/
Somebody tell this conductor . . . I aint that note you bill with/
You don't wanna mess with dj5 . . . . that brainy dude with ILLScript!/

HUSTLER BABY

I throw cash in the club to get the strippers jumping at them/
Phuck the Pledge . . this verse right here is the hustlers' Anthem/
I carry chicks in twos . . In the bar Im making VIP orders/
Lord knows . . Ill spend all my life chasing the 'almighty dollar'/
Each time I meet a pretty dancer on the floor . . I end up in with bank cases/
cos I always break the bank for them . . that they sue me for damages/
When I rap on stage . . sisters wanna snap and tarry/
But they boo you . . cos you got no delivery . . Ya flow is cash-and-carry!!/
Any chick we use we pay her off like a weekly wage/
You can't carry the kinda 'chicks' we mack . . with ya 'chicken' change/
The way we throwing cash they think we those who go robbing with guns/
I got a 'pot of gold' . . nigga I gat 'money to burn'/
We the kinda cool brothers ya hungry girlfriends seek/
We do beef for the money cos we got to make ends 'meat'/
I make out-of-pocket payments . . even when the dude is broke/
If I go shopping without my credit card . . Ill 'pay through the nose'/
Im touring the world . . now I got a private jet/
but I shoulda been an amputee by now . . cos it 'cost me an arm and a leg'/
You all penny-wise pound-foolish . . Im laughing at you inane gents/
Never run outta cash . . I give meteorologists rain checks!!/
You'll never be this drug . . even if you sold coke/
Last month you hit 'rock bottom' . . now you 'stone broke'/

I'm just nice . . don't care how y'll get this nigga rated/
but if he tries to it 'take to the head' like Dj Khaled . . .
. . . he'll only end up been decapitated!/
He's incestuous . . the one who's really outdated/
No wonder he prematuredly ejaculated . . .
. . . the last time he saw hes sister nåked!!/
Its a striking fact/ that hes a Tour de france rapper . . recycling tracks/
Hes like mosquitos in night clubs . . cos hes biting bars!/
I keep typing facts/ each time I'm supplying raps/
Its like Im on a runway . . the way Im 'getting off to a flying start'!!/
I murd and predate/ when I callout a mate/
cos I'd choke you with a spoon . . If you 'step up to the plate'!!/
I mount an insurgency/ to overthrow ya champ with a sense of urgency/
You so phoney that you wouldnt come real . . If you wan'ked the Brazilian currency/
Its clear that Im bad/ they know me from Damascus to Ebutte Metta and back /
I just killed him Bashar style . . thats why his family members 'Are-sad'!/
Its stark factuous/ that you coming short like Zacheus/
but I stay balling . . Im Palacios/
My position is first . . You all 'See-rear' . . Damascus!/
I even got fans in Allepo/ cos Im ill and you just a wack fellow/
I spit like a province in Lagos . . You know my raps 'Echo'/
I speckle frees/ that tear you freaks/
cos like Wyclefs group . . My regime turn you wacks to Rare-fugees!/
I leap his fence/ and breach his civil defence/
I don't talk in 'thousands' . . I speak in-'tens'/
My maneuver stunts/ tutor dawgs/
My chalice is fly . . nigga its a super cup/

mikuz hmm..nyc one nigga!
buh ur hustlers anthem, it luked mur lyk enjoyment, hustlers seldom have such opportunities..buh i tel u, dat was ril kul

Abeg na who be this pyguru wey dey ban person anyhow

dj5naira:
Church rat . . . Apostle 'Poor' !/

mikuz:
No wonder he prematuredly ejaculated . . .
. . . the last time he saw hes sister nåked!!/

naaa! not a good one

mikuz:
Its a striking fact/ that hes a Tour de france rapper . . recycling tracks/
Hes like mosquitos in night clubs . . cos hes biting bars!/
I keep typing facts/ each time I'm supplying raps/
Its like Im on a runway . . the way Im 'getting off to a flying start'!!/

hot!!! I too like the multies..

mikuz:
I leap his fence/ and breach his civil defence/

I breach ya fence/ smash through ya weak defence/

mikuz:

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.

If this is how it should be done,then all credits should go to Ibime cos everybody who became a member of this rap section from 2009 even till now is a former student of Ibime.u can not tell me that u didn't learn one or two things from him.I learnt a lot from him too

5NAIRA,If u wanna beef...Then lets battle in the right way and let people judge....if I keep replyin,i'l create ENEMITY