@ lalaboi. . . . I can see the improvement. . . . the ideas are clever, but the delivery needs work. . . . I think ya ready to battle Mykali. . . .


Me sef, I no fit carry last. . . .had a surge of creativity last night and wrote one of my illest verses ever in record time. . . .I just started and couldn't stop. . . . be patient with it. . . .it starts off slow. . .




Nobody on the corner got stagger like you/
cos nobody on the corner drank a gallon of brew/
The raps that I spew/ will depict ya defeat/
cos I can walk on water. . . without lifting my feet!/
Which kid can compete/ with my vociferous speech/
I wear a vest . . .and hit you with the tricks in my sleeve/
Im spitting the heat/ What you kick is Petit/
Even[i] Portuguese players[/i]. . . couldn't fit in Ma niche!/
You're quick to conceive/ thoughts of bringing the beef/
so I hold you upside down. . . .and make you think on ya feet!/
If you thinking Im weak/ cos I sinked to defeat. . .
Ill make you change ya view. . . without switching ya seat!/
How many niggas could keep/ multisyllable schemes/
and keep on throwing punches. . . . without missing a beat?/


Tell me which flipping emcee/ is as prolific as me?/


What I spit is unique/ You should be paying for these/
Say goobye to ya money. . . cos Im waiving the fees/
I stay in the street/ seven days in the week/
fishes inhale my weed. . . .when Im blazing the reef!/
I must be crazy indeed!/ but I got babies to feed/
so if my dough come up slow. . . then Im raising the yeast/
If you dont like this verse, you're too lazy to read/
but my word is God's law. . . you could take it as creed!/


Bitches stay on their knees/ just to gratify lust/
so like a rabbit, I just. . . have to rapidly bust/
We walk on thin air. . . defying gravity's thrust/
so nobody on the earth. . . got swagga like us!/
Im in a Phantom deluxe/ You at the back of the bus/
when my flow test ya mettle. . . ya bars gradually rust!/


Which man can I trust?/ when there’s snakes in the grass?/
Im making bitches Crackle. . . so Im labelled as Brash/
Still, I pose the questions you’re unable to ask/
I can play with the stat[/i]s. . . . so lets [i]table the facts. . .
You say that Im wack/ but there's no debate I can rap/
cos Im off the hoo[/i]k. . . and you were [i]raised on the rack!/
The AK's that I pack/ were made in Iraq/
and I use acidic flows. . . as my base for attack/


I make nations collapse/ when Im going to war/
A blow to ya jaw. . . would place ya dome on the floor/
I put my verses on display. . . so you know that Im raw/
but eyes haven't seen . . .  .what Im holding in store!!/
I could open the door/ but Im too greedy to share/
Im bout to blow this place. . . .like a helium flare/
Im known for blowing weed in the air/
so there's no reason to stare. . . if I fall asleep in my chair/
In a season of cheer/ I find no reason to share/
The way I tax niggas. . . not even Caeser compare/
I defeat ya career/ so it's me that you fear/
I give birth to ya depression. . . when I[i] breed [/i]ya despair!/
I instruct you how to rap. . . and my[i] teaching is clear[/i]/
cos Netcees need an e-manual. . . and Jesus is here!!!!/

@Ibime
honestly mahn,how do u do all these?, i make no mistake wen i say u d most prolific on NL!gawd!, u shud b ma sensei.respekt mahn!

@Ibime.

Thanks. . . .
Ya think?. . .Mykali na sick mofo. , dude be lik kid. . . but na man slayer! lol

yo eldee, i just sent the ish again 4 ur modification. U can paste it now as supposed. tanks

Ibime:

@ lalaboi. . . . I can see the improvement. . . . the ideas are clever, but the delivery needs work. . . . I think ya ready to battle Mykali. . . .


Me sef, I no fit carry last. . . .had a surge of creativity last night and wrote one of my illest verses ever in record time. . . .I just started and couldn't stop. . . . be patient with it. . . .it starts off slow. . .




Nobody on the corner got stagger like you/
cos nobody on the corner drank a gallon of brew/
The raps that I spew/ will depict ya defeat/
cos I can walk on water. . . without lifting my feet!/
Which kid can compete/ with my vociferous speech/
I wear a vest . . .and hit you with the tricks in my sleeve/
Im spitting the heat/ What you kick is Petit/
Even[i] Portuguese players[/i]. . . couldn't fit in Ma niche!/
You're quick to conceive/ thoughts of bringing the beef/
so I hold you upside down. . . .and make you think on ya feet!/
If you thinking Im weak/ cos I sinked to defeat. . .
Ill make you change ya view. . . without switching ya seat!/
How many niggas could keep/ multisyllable schemes/
and keep on throwing punches. . . . without missing a beat?/


Tell me which flipping emcee/ is as prolific as me?/


What I spit is unique/ You should be paying for these/
Say goobye to ya money. . . cos Im waiving the fees/
I stay in the street/ seven days in the week/
fishes inhale my weed. . . .when Im blazing the reef!/
I must be crazy indeed!/ but I got babies to feed/
so if my dough come up slow. . . then Im raising the yeast/
If you dont like this verse, you're too lazy to read/
but my word is God's law. . . you could take it as creed!/


Bitches stay on their knees/ just to gratify lust/
so like a rabbit, I just. . . have to rapidly bust/
We walk on thin air. . . defying gravity's thrust/
so nobody on the earth. . . got swagga like us!/
Im in a Phantom deluxe/ You at the back of the bus/
when my flow test ya mettle. . . ya bars gradually rust!/


Which man can I trust?/ when there’s snakes in the grass?/
Im making bitches Crackle. . . so Im labelled as Brash/
Still, I pose the questions you’re unable to ask/
I can play with the stat[/i]s. . . . so lets [i]table the facts. . .
You say that Im wack/ but there's no debate I can rap/
cos Im off the hoo[/i]k. . . and you were [i]raised on the rack!/
The AK's that I pack/ were made in Iraq/
and I use acidic flows. . . as my base for attack/


I make nations collapse/ when Im going to war/
A blow to ya jaw. . . would place ya dome on the floor/
I put my verses on display. . . so you know that Im raw/
but eyes haven't seen . . . .what Im holding in store!!/
I could open the door/ but Im too greedy to share/
Im bout to blow this place. . . .like a helium flare/
Im known for blowing weed in the air/
so there's no reason to stare. . . if I fall asleep in my chair/
In a season of cheer/ I find no reason to share/
The way I tax niggas. . . not even Caeser compare/
I defeat ya career/ so it's me that you fear/
I give birth to ya depression. . . when I[i] breed [/i]ya despair!/
I instruct you how to rap. . . and my[i] teaching is clear[/i]/
cos Netcees need an e-manual. . . and Jesus is here!!!!/

mehnnnnnnnn, dat was dopeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! brova, u gat ma respect. Just saw ur battle wit H.J, nice cat there too.

I can't even believe i wrote this today.
Damn NAiraland is where it's at


They think they’re sick/ and my bars are Stick
So they try Chew on me but I slice their tongue in three/ so they couldn’t spit for shit

The way my Bars-clay I’m sure I moulded ‘North west’
And I’m the Zenith of this game they beta realise Elephants don’t come First

I’m upperclass/ their bars are in Diet class
That’s why in battles they always come out Slimmer
But I’m bigger/ and damn that was a good dinner
So I walked on their street, did a little bit of research
Selected a ni&&@s bitch and decided she was Dessert
Whipped her ass so much that I had to spray Cream on this ass

You’re 'Ag'-ing on glass, so you better check your reflection
Coz I 'F'    'He' who dare comes into my direction
Simple Kemistry/ their FM Rhythms/ couldn't invade my Inspiration
I’m a bad new stock so sell out or you fall in recession

Don’t dread the fact that I got this locked/ or I’m getting kudos and props/
coz you keep going round, you’re a disc bound to flop
And I’m aiming the for top/ so make room or squash/
and stop emceeing you could make a dollar a cup.


It's flow for rank so i thought i'll drop some ish.

Understand G.
(errm. Ag, F and He are in the periodic table-simple kemistry. for those who might not get it, )

AD-Tee:

I can't even believe i wrote this today.
Damn NAiraland is where it's at


They think they’re sick/ and my bars are Stick
So they try Chew on me but I slice their tongue in three/ so they couldn’t spit for shit

The way my Bars-clay I’m sure I moulded ‘North west’
And I’m the Zenith of this game they beta realise Elephants don’t come First

I’m upperclass/ their bars are in Diet class
That’s why in battles they always come out Slimmer
But I’m bigger/ and damn that was a good dinner
So I walked on their street, did a little bit of research
Selected a ni&&@s bitch and decided she was Dessert
Whipped her ass so much that I had to spray Cream on this ass

You’re 'Ag'-ing on glass, so you better check your reflection
Coz I 'F'    'He' who dare comes into my direction
Simple Kemistry/ their FM Rhythms/ couldn't invade my Inspiration
I’m a bad new stock so sell out or you fall in recession

Don’t dread the fact that I got this locked/ or I’m getting kudos and props/
coz you keep going round, you’re a disc bound to flop
And I’m aiming the for top/ so make room or squash/
and stop emceeing you could make a dollar a cup.


It's flow for rank so i thought i'll drop some ish.

Understand G.
(errm. Ag, F and He are in the periodic table-simple kemistry. for those who might not get it, )

Christ!!! whos dis guy. . . Fuckin rippin it mehn!!. . . Ad-tee u should battle som1. . .
I'll lik ta see ya battle shit!!. . . Damn!!

Ibime rippin it as always. . . classic Mehn!!. . .

streetwize:

Christ!!! whos dis guy. . . Fuckin rippin it mehn!!. . . Ad-tee u should battle som1. . .
I'll lik ta see ya battle shit!!. . . Damn!! .

Thanks man. i appreciate it. Big ups to you as well man, i've seen your ranking status on this forum.

Some other ish i jus wana drop

The only rapper with the Return Key/ so watch your screen as my sick flows Enter//
gay ass rappers can’t touch this/the Beta-Alpha? They chat breeze. They couldn’t even drop a Letter

They must be happy it’s Halloween pssh… foolish kids
Coz no one can notice their everyday ridiculous outfits
But we’re the ones With Cheese(withches)/give them option c - DEFEAT/
Bleep trick or treat

I’m just sipping on juice & Glens/ as I type this verse/
White tees on blue jeans you know we fresh

So compare me to a bird/ coz you know I’m fly/* when I roll
They try to Palm this Silverbird on a sly/ *but failed coz they’re Ozone
I’m Immune to that style on a different throne.


(Again for those who might not get it
line 1-keyboard
line 12- relating to Palms, silverbird cinema and ozone cinema)

Throwaway freestyle. . . .



I pop toasts/ and drop ghosts/ dead in the gutter/
You pop toasts. . . then you spread the bread with the butter/
Im ahead of this sucker/ in bed with his lover/
She’s just one of the chicks that I pressed in the summer/
Feds undercover/ be tapping my wire/
Hoping to get the drop on a random supplier/
Just stand and admire/ this rapping messiah/
Answer my fire/ or get branded a liar/
I ran rackets/ selling yellow tops and crack packets/
Anything to escape from ya tax bracket/
I piece ebonics/ and paint pictures like DC comics/
Mixing speed with chronic/ to deceive ya optics/
Don’t fall in my soup/ or get caught in my loop/
Before I call on my troops/ and give the order to shoot/
Dont be deceived by humble look/ Im a f*cking crook/
with more wild style. . . than beasts in the jungle book!/

An excerpt of mine 4rm FBR,
Yu niggaz is BORING, lyk u rap with a DRILLER/
aint no M.J, stil ma flo is a THRILLER/ima bring dis FBR WALL up, wid ma lines as d PILLER/ crumble h8rs lyk CORNFLAKES, gues am a CEREAL killer/ am so ILL, dat ma COUGH rhymes/ and wen i WEED, instead of SMOKE, i PUFF lines/ i FATHERD d lyrics u WORSHIP, make me a POP-IDOL/ en am flatterd cos dis bitches luv the Bleep i do/ drop mo PUNCHLINES dan ALI wit a RULER/ and if we rappd in a SUANA, my line's wud stil b COOLER/ standing nx 2 a CLOCK, so i got TIME on ma side/ meaning i cud do DISS all day, whyl u whack m.cs hide/

DROP THOSE BOTTLES and stop tryin 2 make Ponche lines/ am ILL, rappin underground, spittin mo germs(gems) than gold mines/ now this self-servicer wanna battle me, rappin in rags/keepin a safe distance, cos dat nigga is allergic 2 swag/ call it dead sex wen i b fuckin(forkin) ur babe/ if u jackd ur books like ur dick homie, ud b CUMIN wit A's/ evry1 knows 2 C/O me is 1way HELL HIKING/ u dont SPIT SHIT, but ur SALIVA sure smells LIKE IT/ u cudnt FLY a kite, let alone d COCK PIT/ STANDIN over d LATRINE, is d only way u DROP SHIT/ if TRACKS turned SHAWTYS u stil cudnt LAY em/ ima make u HOMELESS, like ur folks cudnt PAY RENT(parent)/ CONVICT u of whackness en make u SPRUNG like TPAIN/ d only POP i do, is wit a BOTTLE of CHAMPAGNE/its lyk i put a Gun 2 ur HEART, wen i b KILLING Ya MIND/ so act like laundry, nigguh, and b FILLING ma LINES/

I switchd ma STYLE like carz do on TRAFFIC LANES/ when i FREESTYLE so called best m.c asses b GETTIN CANED/ flo COLDER dan UKRAINE/ WORDPLAY run over like a TRAIN/ meta4s only BORIN wen dey DRILLIN holes in ur BRAIN/ HEAVY PUNCHLINES biters stil cudnt LIFT wit a CRANE/ i done spit BLOODY FLOS like ma ARTERY was TWITCHED/ m.cs ON mics die OFF cos (ofcourse) dier BATTERY was SWITCHED/ to true hiphop ma ALLEGIANCE was PLEDGED/ make whack m.cs b screamin loud like they VAGINAS was STRETCHD/gat em drooling like babies over whateva i RETCHD/ gat dollars on ma ICE(EYES) i gues am BLINKIN CASH/put m.cs BRAINS in da waste DUMP cos dey bin THINKIN TRASH/ dont battle LOW LIFES, i giv em a HI DEATH rate/ud tink i RAP CHESS, the way i MIC CHECK, mate!/ no MESSI wen am using ur blood 2 DECO-RATE/ now u2 gon BLOW cos ma verse wil self DETONATE/

Nice lines bro

my first time in nairaland battle
who are your best mcs here ?

mic check , a lil something at streetwise

am the ghost u saw in ur nightmare, /streetwise /you better beware
battlin the 'punchlinee' of lyrical destruction? no human being ever dares
roll the dice, blood shot eyes /the cat's arrival makes him scared like a mice
he got stage fright already/cuzz he's now aware am the new king of the fight night
streetwise is shakin seriously/ cuzz ke knows am spittin psycho lyrical intelligence
no pretence/ am ending ur street life like the full stop at the end of this sentence.
game recognise game/flow begets flow/streetwise am going to make u see hell
dont let ur head swell /cuzz if me and u ever duel /ur gettin cracked up like a sea shell
streetwise & sauron both had generic rhymes /i guess they both studied genecology
cuzz for real/ u both sounded like the hiphop version of owen gee's comedy
i saw ur battle with sauron/both of u sounded like the infants in teletubbies
i wonder if u got similar hobbies cuzz ur wackess couldnt 've been a timing coincidence
all u MCS here are blabbing like toddlers/am into breaking jugulars like broken boulders
cold shoulders/my palm is shakin cuzz am delivering genocide to him like mass murder
is anyone here still talking /? nah u wont/ cuzz am so def like the 3 letters after c
i see u all as gays/ step up to me and u will get shanked up like julie.
i can see some dickriders are already in love wit streetwise the wack gay
for real / these b*itches dont give a Bleep like a prostitute on her period
he thot i was swimmin/ cuzz my freestyle is winning medals like d olympic games
am blowing him up in flames/watch me put streetwise and his skeleton to shame

Hehe. . . . i think i know who punchlinee is now. . . hehe

who is punchlinee you person, why does everyone in this naira blog behave the same?
even sauron and genuflect in this thread www.nairaland.com/nigeria/topic-344319.96.html

streetwsie you are a small boy, is it those generic verse u droppedon sauron in ur battle that makes u think u good, dude grow up. i merely responded to ur comment in the callout thread so do i look like i send u?

street pls dont stress urself on SIMPLETONS. No more words

@Hj
are u referring to me as a simpeton , you must be stupid by the way. who the idiot are u ,
and why are u people on nairaland so rude to newcomers,?

ofoka. . . ur hardly a newcomer. . . .

H.J. i feel u bruv.Street if u reply im jumpin on the next train to leeds to wound u.lol

hehehehehe. . . . . Ofoka behaviour is not hard to spot.

@aquaman
u didnt answer me question , why do u have aqua (water) as a name? i guess ur lyrics are too watery.

@Aquaman. .  . . . u dey crase lol. . . how u go xpect me to reply b4. . .

I prefer ofoka, which kind name be punchlineee. . . hehe

oh i can see , so ibime lost battles to streetwise, no wander you are calling me out

check your nokia phone !
streetwise is a nokia ringtone,dude bouta get called off like ASUU strike
my tongue spew darts/even if u own lagos streets u still wouldnt bust this wise
ur the champ in wackaland/ no wonder ibime bows to worship u metaphorically
and HJ insulting me? dude must be high on paraga thinking its hennesy
ibime was a dummy against u/cuzz the fool was being overconfident/
my punchlinee flow is fabolous ,even bubba cant spark this
beating u is too easy like an infant chewing smarties
u battling me is like a leper learning how to backflip without legs
my flow is military /i carry fire 'arms' in my long sleeve shirt
i got d punchlinee flow/ even snakes dont spit d venom i spit
battling me is like fightin d devil/ ur gon get thrown into d bottomless pit
am coming hard/ i would make his flow falls faster than his sistas period
u beat ibime with a fluke/yes/thats cuzz ibime was an overconfident fool
if u think ur ill dawg/am not just bedridden/am way sicker than swine flu

punchlinee:


streetwise is a nokia ringtone,dude bouta get called off like ASUU strike
your the champ in wackaland/ no wonder ibime bows to worship u metaphorically
and HJ insulting me? dude must be high on paraga thinking its hennesy
u beat ibime with a fluke/yes/thats cuzz ibime was an overconfident fool
if u think your ill dawg/am not just bedridden/am way sicker than swine flu

who be this one wey dey tasi everybody . punchlinnee indeed

punchlinee:

beating u is too easy like an infant chewing smarties
u battling me is like a leper learning how to backflip without legs
my flow is military /i carry fire 'arms' in my long sleeve shirt

hahahahahahahahahahaha. . . . . . . . . . Oh ofoka!!!!(wipes away d tears). . . u go kill me oh. . .

IBIME AND STREETWSIE YOU ARE BOTH FOOLS, IS IT ALL NEW NAIRALANDERS THAT U MAGAS NOW CALL OFOKA NOW? , GET THIS INTO UR BLOCK HEADS, THIS IS OTUKA THE RAPPER FORMERLY KNOWN AS OFOKA

DONT GET UR BRAINS CONFUSED
THERE IS ONLY ONE AND ONLY OTUKA BITCH !

Mehn, u gyz r funny, apart 4rm d punchlines, u gat good sense of humour, Tomide, I sees u, gem i sees u, festus

Nice lines.

Thanx baudex, Il try en drop sum Nairaland styl sh*t layra on,