Y'll know is mayor m the n*gga in charge//everytime i come i come hard like an avalanche//am the GAME LIKE TRIPLE H//everywhere i an they go Hail HAIL HAIL CALL THAT TRIPLE H//am gonna be in this game till i go STONECOLD//till i an in the TOMBSTONE//TILL am carried by the UNDERTAKER//I'll keep taking out all this haters//like MARK HENRY I PUT THEM IN MY HALL OF PAIN//cos am so insane//ain't no obstacle in my way//am bringing DOWNWALLS CALL ME JERICHO//on every stage on every track i bring a BIGSHOW//my RHYMES KNOCK OUT CALL THAT RKO// i work so hard I never GO TO SLEEP//am on a higher level am a PEDIGREE//the best in the game am the MVP//i keep on balling till i REST IN PEACE//an so fly y'll CAN'T SEE ME//I strike like a VIPER And y'll will sure feel the STING//never listen to haters cause they are DEAD DUDES TALKING (DDT)//i keep on playing the game am never tiring//am streets like RILEY//messing with me is as detrimental as being in HELL IN A CELL//COS on any battle i bring ME MYSELF AND I call that TRIPLE THREAT//when it comes to being the best i hold that belt//my lines are hardcore //am so RAW  I see the world filled with PUNKS AND SINNERS(CENA)//but i remain a winner //motherfuckers am like THE MIZ AM AWESOME//am moving to my goal and i never stop ORTURN(ORTON)//

I do this big i got . . .Myspace . . . so little yo live in Mice Space║
I stay AFLOAT like SPACESHIP, . . . yo just sediments. . .Titanic║
Niggas droppin' Fool - Ish . . . Soul Plane mode. . . Sit down, Relax and Enjoy dissflight║
RKelly, Ali, Jagz . . . knows am the greatest, the reason they sing it║
Earth vibrating bars . . . it'll move you FORTH and BACK like kiddies SWING║
Like the General, i command all Roman Numerals . . .the reason I flow for Rank!║
Its still yo lad DJ5Naira making more SPINS in here than KABAL║
Coming out SOLID like REAL BULLET, . . .ladies trip at my arrival║
Let Mic be my Joystick, . . . i control all those in THE GAME!║
Niggas that be spittin' doom . . . Lyrical sniper . . . I wipe them all out║
Am so on TOP in this . . . ManCity, flows so unique. . . 11/11/11║
PULLIN' niggas DOWN like my DOOR HANDLE, . . . am droppin' series of hit . . .they Knock Out like Banger║
Jack Bauer style. . . i run this game . . . 24/7, . . .aim so high, i see heaven║
So good to this extent. . . am a VIP, . . . So nigga stop pressin' and RIP║
In this battlefield, i POSSESS your space like SPAIN . . . i make yo feel PAIN like LABOUR . . . shorten your smile, make you see no humour║
Yo are no MATCH for me. . . Cos i keep it going for more than 90Minutes║
I got streetskillz, . . . Nigga don't wanna fight . . . DissKombat is not for the mortals . . . 'cos they'll receive more POUNDIN' than YAM in MORTAR║
I break the rules in here . . . I hit below the belt, . . .Call that Unfair║
Flows . . . So natural like AloeVera║
Rap Perfect, like God's SON . . .so like Yakubu. . . i'll never miss║

New discovery

Haba . . Where's e'eryone na?
Mykali,Ibime and Dbr?

The thread don dey dull!!!!

This lyrical monster!/ spitting mysterical thunder!/
Will rip you assunder/
Leave you in the pool of ya blood . . now you dead-in-the-water!!/

It's best you know it/ I land (Ireland) punches like Dublin!/
Turn these rappers 'pupils' . . While I ball (eye ball) like Smalling!/

I pass you (U) . .  like the letter V!/
So to keep it concise and brief/ I aint the netcee you . . .  should beef!/

Im an undisputed champ . . Whose royalty beyond debate/
My flow is cash . . So it's right i take ya tolls . . Like 'Bill' in the Gate!/
Ya verse was phony/
Ya rhymes cacophony/
If ya think ya tough enough . . To spar with FFR Sword lord!/
Ima tear you apart  . . and fix ya skeletons in ya cupboard!/

My shit is fly . . I gat an Arsenal under my Emirate/
You heads can all prostrate/ cos i rule this rap caliphate!/

I govern every state  beyond ya Geo-political region/
Spit geometric . . My arms pollinated . . Call it Poly-GONS!/
I leave niggas in piece (Ps)/ while i deliver with ease(Es)/
. . So let ya trash cease (Cs) . . Cos i sting like Bees(Bs)!!/
Jeez!!/ So when next i put ma skills on display/
The bars that i lay/should make you race with dismay!/

Bra!!

Its already stated how I come at those dogs that be spittin' ill-fated║
Flows makin' niggas go Green with envy . . . So Incredible how my Hulk bars formin' wave. . .even yo b'itch Marvel║
I'd be killin' you on purpose, this ain't Comic║
Let me put you in the know, I drop flows like an Optician . . . Onto nigga spittin' hot . . .red-eyed║
So GENEROUS, i GIVE niggas black-eye║
I'm droppin' bars that be firm . . . Stamford, y'all Bridge under construction║
Niggas be sketchin' long thing , i treat it like its brief case║
Yo chumps think yo can battle me, look . . .your too easy to beat . . . Push Over║
I'm the rap chronicle. . . you're just a voice recording║
Ima hustle hard I got Testimony. . . Hey, its about time let's . . .Taste Money!║
The prose you'd be droppin' are prune, . . .sounds that nigga's been stressin' are ruin║
I silence all Gees permanently . . .'cos am so good at (H)it  . . .man!║
I'm droppin hard ish in here. . .not too easy to flush║
The leader of the pack . . . Call me earth-god!║
Words . . . SHARP like RAZOR! Leavin' you with more CUT than a TAILOR║
Yo clique ATOM-SIZED . . .they're way too small. . .single click,  . . .and y'all minimized║
The lines i Plot, . . . so Off The Chart║
Keep bringin' LovePeddler (war) like a P'IMP on this dogs . . . Call me a Warlord . . . showing no Mercy in this field cos am ballin' niggas than Lionel║

Battling mode!

LOL!!

This dude in a devastating disposition!/ doesn't spare an advancing opposition!/
So its only right . . you take the advice/
. . and hold ya position/
. . . Cos soon as the punches connect with ya blue-tooth devise/
. . You bound to lose ya former dentition!!/
Am(arm) lyrically skillful . . Like i gat an ace-up-ma-sleeves/
I leave rappers in grief/ cos i hit to bereave!/
It's best you believe/ . . I kill slow when i spit/
But the deadly sensational flavor/ . . Of this whisk 'Tailor'/
Is a sh!t not far from Swift!/
Moment i set out to beef/ . . My psycho-motor run over ya spleen/
And leave you dead-behind-the-wheels!/
Im a Tom . . . I pen puns cleverl(e)y/
Vocal Boko Haram . . I drop bombs verbally!/
With a cannon . . Ima 'Raid' this rebel . . . and make him repel . . when i spray the 'Shells'!/
I spit hell/ . . It's only normal you discern/
That an effort to barge-in to lucifer . . will cede a major burn!/
Ya joint was tactless/ . . It exposed ya in-depth wackness/
And ya In-verse . . damn!! . . Had no direct variation!!/

good

I got overwhelming personality║
Don't care a hoot what niggas been layin' . . . Contro-VERS(E)y║
To this degree, listen to the word of the SAGE and make chooses!║
Inertia state. . .Yo hits . . . feather-light, it got no Power To Move . . .Me║
Droppin' hits at K rate . . . it'll leave yo Punch-drunk, . . .Niggas starts FALLIN' like DOMINOES║
Regular tide . . . the reason i pour sk-ILL-ed flows║
I make dogs sleep forever. . . Those Witness on a Watchtower . . .won't find yo Awake║
JT . . .you'd be so DEAD and long GONE!║
Lines i Throw Out are Grenade!║
Lethal bars that this Rascal dude be bringin' turn all key niggas Flat(t)║
I strike on point . . . Zeus mode . . . Raining thunderous hits to murder all Hercules!║
Nigga, yo rhyme . . . Non-rhythmical . . . You just unleashed ya daftness on-line!║
Yo line collections . . . So Off The Wall║
See, this Luis is crude! I rough handle balls . . . Suarez║
I'm the Toyman . . . The villain of this story . . . I play word here in this Smallville║
Rising high . . . Am rocket-powered, firing air-to-land missile at dawgs crawlin' on surface ground║ 
Flow so hot, I caught cold in Hades!║
Its a usual thing you b'itches see . . .Ashhhh!║
To such an extent, with your MYSTIC gene, yo can't still SHAPE-SHIFT,  . .the reason yo not IN FORM . . .AMEOBA║

NO OPPOSITION!
i go hard on the mic ef the referees decision,
aint a rapbito cos in this school of rap i already got an admission, the continuation, coming soon,

Days i warred with swords . . . /
walked these boards, planks creaking with godly struts/
swing full arcs with that battle axe/
verbally grapple gats to battle cats/
but the 'Smith now pushing papers like an A4/
still take enough time to cypha and slay whores/
every now and then, gift 'em with a sick token/
The name's golden, drop classics like Beethoven/
back in the day, the way we flipped it like gymnastics/
read the trolls and they ain't worth it like cheap plastic/
The mic fiend's arrived/
fast forward Christmas, these chicken's we skin alive/
these quacks launch an SOS as i x those left/
a LovePeddler-cry to they ancestor ofoks, but i left the crow dead/


. . . Lolz, just keystylin'. Not done this in a while though. Good to still see some familiar faces though. Board needs some purging

True that Wordsmith, purgin this place is necessary. Nice to read from u, u stil got it dude!

oNe

Pardon guys/ Y'all got elephant balls. . . but the heart of mice/
I look nice from far. . . but I'm far from nice/
It's a burden to serve/ and help purge these nerds/
Got a PHD in fire. . . give em third degree burns/
The murder we serve/ is delivered with haste/
So I'ma keep it brief. . . and put these d1cks in they place/
Get ya feelings erased/ with a memory wipe/
Only go for the elegant type. . . ask my ebony wife/
I'ma cancel puberty. . when I step to the mic/
they can't go from Boyz II Men. . . unless their melody right/
This is a quick freestyle, 10 minutes at most/
Thats all I need to give em the toast. . . and turn niggas to Ghost/

they say I'm Fabolous wit wordplay. .DBR "U Be Killin Em". ./
Like I murdered marshal marter. I know u feelin it/
Wake up, no more valium. .badt guy valian/
send these Chicken ni99az back to skool. .Fowler-vivian/
Pen nicknamed Damien. .ink engineered by alien/
Active Airplay. .I script verses wit Uranium/ getit?
rest got a writers' Draught. . but DBR be Reigning on/
So shots don't faze him. . u'l think he got Odeshi on/
Barz advanced, the rest try Keepin-Up -With it , .Kardashians/

oNe

Huh? Wordsmith?

Period I resist cross-swords║
En route on timbers, real woods pingin' wit Ipod║
Sway from fixed point . . .complete circumference with bey blades║
With ink, gather guts to wrestle swordmen without aid║
Except now that this lad's under LESS PRESSURE like a RETIREE║
Even capture and control at the moment, . . . niggas that be yappin' puppy║
Time and again, with the gift of the gab, I jab 'em wit punned punches from Mars║
DJ5Naira, STEEL as COIN . . . fallin' niggas with unending bricks of bars║
Like a vet, we leave 'em niggas in the doghouse║
Worded with weaponry skills, real niggas don't oust out║
This dude gat a large leg in this game like Christopher Moore║
He's steppin' aHEAD. . . haters, place yo face on floors!║
'Em niggas throw Daffy lines like a Drake, . . . I frost their sea!║
Leaving them . . .Hiphop dead! Like Nas & Preaze║

Okay let's do this . .
Listen . . .


These rappers . . pushing cheap puns . . like subsidized diapers/
Cos i put lump sized Nairas. .  on they ciphers!/
He's an Old hero . . patronising p.orñ videos . . Cos he BI-S.€X-ual/
He good with the flows . . only when it's menstral/
My delivery fly . . I type bars with Aerial fonts/
In a league of ma own . .y'll no 'match' . . Like da third month/
You scripting Omo raps . . Ya whole hook . . na wash/
I steer this game . . ma foot on da clutch/
Im faster than him with the pads . .fingers on speed dials/
Quick to spin heads . . Ferrari tyres/
Unless ya tissues clean 'sh!ts' . .you wont stop conceding/
I Man this City . . Expertise remain unbeaten!/
This is the Return Of The Rear Admiral!/
Okogie of Rhymes . . The rap Cardinal/
So if these old vets . . wanna join heads . . to purge passively/
Then they be siemens twins on Laxative!/
Ima mess up their trick . . Like a quack Sorcerer/
Cos moment my fire BOLT-IN . . They hover the thread like WANDERERS!/
Ima bring menopause . . Once  I step on their vicinity/
And make 'em cancel puberty . .while i pause(II) they fertility!/

hehe!

SWIFT!!



I gat the BallonD'or . . Name me the best in this continent/
World Wide Wonder . . The illest Stevie on the net/
Dude so far ahead of these netcees . . cos y'll 'still' . . like cast robots/
But i wont Space-men until my speech . . flare up like Astronauts/
I aint n(9)ice one bit . . Dude gat a rude attitude/
Hold it down from Tehran to Atlanta like Latitudes/
Ma verses got me more 'chicks' than poultry farms/
More underground buzz . . Than bees in a metro-politan/
To be frank here . . I burn a-sses with coal . .when i make niggas seat on hot chairs/
Call it Who Wants To Be A Millionaire!/
Catholic Issues/I reign to make niggas 'die-or-cease' like Bishop Callistus/
Cos I shoot men down with Rihanna Pistols!/
Am right on Howard Webb's whistle/ . . Im about to blow/
Author of Hiphop's Wikihow . . I tutor niggas how to flow/
Without me taking shots . . These ladies catch ma trips . . Oliver Khan/
Haha . . and atleast even if you support one AC in Milan . . Ya wont still be a FAN!!/

SWIFT!!



I gat the BallonD'or . . Name me the best in this continent/
World Wide Wonder . . The illest Stevie on the net/
Dude so far ahead of these netcees . . cos y'll 'still' . . like cast robots/
But i wont Space-men until my speech . . flare up like Astronauts/
I aint n(9)ice one bit . . Dude gat a rude attitude/
Hold it down from Tehran to Atlanta like Latitudes/
Ma verses got me more 'chicks' than poultry farms/
More underground buzz . . Than bees in a metro-politan/
To be frank here . . I burn a-sses with coal . .when i make niggas seat on hot chairs/
Call it Who Wants To Be A Millionaire!/
Catholic Issues/I reign to make niggas 'die-or-cease' like Bishop Callistus/
Cos I shoot men down with Rihanna Pistols!/
Am right on Howard Webb's whistle/ . . Im about to blow/
Author of Hiphop's Wikihow . . I tutor niggas how to flow/
Without me taking shots . . These ladies catch ma trips . . Oliver Khan/
Haha . . and atleast even if you support one AC in Milan . . Ya wont still be a FAN!!/

vibe wit me. .

im back on board. .groove whites and darker broads/
these boyz a mere Actors. .sm1 hand 'em a Clapperboard/
cut ni99az down to size. .if they vex me n act up/
simon cowell $.h!t. . cross out fake ni99az. . i got d X factor!/

boiling point, spit flammable. .cruise wit highest echelon/
made for history. .greatness is d path im etched along/
crunch their single gurlz, like Ali . . i Bash em all  /
Married dude. . but ma Degree of rap is Bachelors!/

this hos love that. .great Chemistry tho i hate Physics/
Mastered the Art. .skill to always Hit your Misses!/ gettit?
Emo Attraction for physical Matter,  Energy for free fix/
this is, over your headz. .these entendres. . told y'all im prolific!/

yo peep it, dbr harder he goes. .the softer ladies get/
say i got Dry jokes. . but wat i Spit leaves your lady Wet!/
these bastards better be dreading me. . like a maniac/
any one better than me . .they aint fathered that baby yet!/

weave thru opposition. .deft with lyrical braiding art/
wat'yu grinnin at?. .food for tot u, breakin bread wit a brainiac/
brain dead niggaz. .send u to d home where your granny at/
and i will neva stop till im on the wall where the grammy at!/

oNe

4 true words I slay this punks when it's 00:00pm
play late or play hate but I say d last words of the PM
Never envied d man who won the grammy in his dreams
I poke at ya psychic visions I can hear ya shadow screams
With my flash cyphers Nairaland still idolizes me
Here is a couple of half bars to show am half mean
Ya 16's was written in China , is that a PHD for forgery
When your see diss u gon dissapear in a hurry
Think u ill d illest u ever wrote was trying to spell ya name right
light up a candle see d villian killing u tonight
I swallow the alphabets now am on a lil break
Flow for rank I be classic am 1 to 10 on the take ,

Still upfront in this track . . . sending niggas in train to their graves again║
Youngsters puttin' up a show tryin' to gain circus fame║
I place niggas who'd be diss stressin'. . . over the edge with my OPEN verse . . . Cos i'm the ALPHA male!║
Tic tac toe skill . . . I X and Zero niggas on boards and those in the Game║
Like a Fire-Fighter, I got extinguish flows to quench all coons spittin' flame║
Smooth-sailing in deep waters, even without yatch║
Destined for Victory like The 300 on a march!║
Crush coons with bare hands . . . Sugar ants! . . .Smashin' faces with hits to dent dentitions║
So Tall in this game, the reason my Level in here has gone Far 'iN' height(Fahrenheit)║
Girls cherish what I do, . . .real pureness . . .keep bringin' natural phenomena . . .that's why they study║
Gained perfection, . . .defeatin' coons flawlessly and faultlessly in this kombat║
Mergin' Love and Brutalities . . . Damn, this is fatal!║
Padlocked puzzle. . . so Unfathomable for brains to unlock. . . Dudes ain't got right combinations║
'Cos I spawn archaics in profused manner║
Everytime I go under the hood, ladies melt their wax all over my face║
Its so good, goddamn, im so Hood . . . B'itches leave their strings Below Waist!║
Jittery phonies had better withdraw 'cos I leave coons with multiple goose bumps║
Who says he's the best man? . . . Is just recitin' a fairy poem║
Entwined via various contest, . . . Dexterous with good hands in this 'Laboratory'║
No Need for Speed anger . . . It won't Drive you anywhere dude║
Abandon niggas at the corners, when I punch 'em from the center║
Continous hits at yo ill-structured face till am bestowed with a laurel║

I don't kick bars no more, i pimpslap verses into submission/
Don't need to flow for the rank, this new clown only a sub missing. . ./
. . . from the benches// smith verbs on a godly sentence while i son these wretches/
The 'Smith comes with the war in reverse, that's why i go raw/
Son, face it, you's no match . . . like the wrong blood donors/
These days, i spaz on a free, barely have time for ya shitty prewrittens/
You're right i'm an old vet, i battle with cats and not with kittens/
Only time son comes off as ill is a misdiagnosis/
Average cat, you really can't spit shiit . . . your diaper knows this /
verbally burn clips to leave u in a bloodbath, watch the slug sail/
Half the man i am, you'd never measure up . . . like the wrong scales/
rain bars on this fool like prison showers/
Howard Webb's pestle? nah, you can blow my whistle louder/
awhoring with skanks, son be slutting the ranks/
I man these boards, you'd be walking the plank/
Last and not the least . . . nah, you're last and much the least/
a-ss whooping session's over, this class is done dismissed/
ever handle this puppy, you ain't seen a sicker vet/
Done teaching this young 'un a lesson, nw proceed to become the teacher's pet/

Nwa osi ebee?

Hehe

Yo . .

Listen . . .


Forget ya name. ./
I push contro-versial flows . . to the thread for the fame/
So Lord knows . . Ima bring beef to this Noise-maker . .once I put his flesh in a polythene!/
Ima 'wire' this Vet dead . . moment I make for the booth/
Cos I fuse verses and hooks . . to electrocute!/
Look!! . . If 'Smith thinks of all the left vets . . He be the tightest/
Ima honourably channel his thoughts . . and give him the right mind-set!/
I keep winning the medals and golden boots/
But even if he loots Thiago's Suits/ . .
He won't still get a 'Silva-wear'!/
Dude is getting famous . . My sh!t cover more grounds than a trillion kilometre square/
I heat his bars . . and make him bend 'em in a furnace . . Now he a Word-Smith/
No subsidy removal . . So it's only right I cheapen his raw spits/
He will get re-tired by me . . Period I change his car wheels/
The puns i burst . . Run over his head like operating costs . . Let him confess to my mad skills!/

I can pope this VETican . . It's only holy he Reverance my PAPA-cy/
Cos he kicking the wrong bars with submissive Fallacy!/
Wash Wash Rapper . . Ima Lamido-rise his raps and De-value his Omo Flows/
Cos If he the illest in Naira-Land . . Im da best in the Euro-Zone!/
I break the rusty bars he showers like Scofield/
Hahaha . . He's Obsolete wordplays got me laughing hard . . Eddy Murphy!/
The Old man can only stand up to this . . If he gives me an Ovation/
So His House will appreciate me like fuel price Inflation!/ while i rise to the Ocassion!/
Get this . . Ma lyrics catastrophic . . I bring meat to a Vet . . To dis(s)-a-STER/
So na Juju dey worry you . . If you feel you PAS(S)uma this Rap Star!!/

Pre-writtens?? nah!!


I drop freestyle bars and flow for rank . . To x pro(s) like Fulham/
So the FFR Boko Haram . ./
Is back on the detonator to suffer Cats . . and do harm!/
Port Harcourt first son . . The General like 2011 elections/
Unleashing MSC flows . . Dude a Master in this profession!/
Am strong . . I noose ma verses with the thread . . and strangle it dead . . The way I 'hook' beats!/
But these netcees fight knights . . Cos they just 'too weak'/
I sack netcees . . fire they balls against their Tv . .
(I)F-a-rid-a-Waziri/
They can't surpass me . . They ish Lag behind . . Lasgidi!/
Dude says I cant spit . . but I drop more sh!ts than his a-ss even with constipation/
The futile Mammon . . be 'coming' with LovePeddler . . 'Smithing war s-words . . To battle relegation/
Sheer deflection/ . . The beef he spins misfired . . Now he's dis(s)-missed!/
But I make the 'bar-lease' on point . . like grains . . They be guide-lines to give him Tit bits/
I call rappers to Glory . . I do 'this' to 'cut-age' . . Etuhu/
So dude shall ball non-stop . . Till I stroll with Ojukwu!!/

Gratis chalk talk connects amidst daydream, . . .This Conk be boundless║
Dart at any chance, bullets that niggas be firing. . . So they Miss me║
Oldskool niggas be Spittin' more fake headlines than PM News!║
But this dude, spinnin' sharp cuts like Kung Lao . . . leavin' coons with more SCRATCH than LICE ON A HEAD║
Im Ray Charles to all ya bulls'hit║
I Pound sterling bars. . .See i've got standard!║
Ruler of the pack. . . B'itches still call me Goodluck . . .Even without hat║
Shoot Sahara up in the sky . . . i'll still leave you High and Dry║
In this Game, i'll make you Suffer like Job and Kratos║
Lines niggas be sketchin' . . . So boring . . .its like Watching grass grow!║
Their clique's got a BB Bold, yet y'all still rap shy║

^ you know jokes section?

A newbie might find it difficult to locate that thread.

@ mickey mouse,
What wackness was that? Jesus, u have a long, long way to go. You are far beneath my station with that super wack verse. I mean, c'mon even ofoka put in a better shift and he was stupendously wack. I already feel like a bully replyin' yo' shiit.

Anyways, you did ask for it . . .

Child, you done forced my hand, now prepare thyself for a b*-tchslap/
have a go at this joke, you can tell how i ribcrack this riffraff/
you're right you drop more 'shiits', next time wear your pampers, brat/
idiot busy running a fool's race, yet u stay half past last/
i show no mercy, talk shiit to the Wordsmith, you get slained fast/
made a mess of this head, no wonder he's been having brain farts/
a-sskissing old Gs for props, ur butt-cheeks only get to do hydraulics when u d-iickride/
but u gets no luv from me, only a whipping with a steel hide/ (nh)
still can't make sense of the crap you write/
rumble with the king of the jungle//you get to wobble in a duffel when i bag you right/
verbally clap a tool nice, no wings but the bullets have this fool rise/
i'm a lean mean goblin, microphone crush the next goon/
any newbie wanna test, gets to rest soon with a chest wound/
clash with the titan, you burn with the friction/
son, i'm your parental guidance . . . like guns in a sitcom/
never war with the 'Smith son, u only get to run when i spit bust/
your Teletubby raps still won't save you when i make merry on a feast/
don't play when i'm belly-hungry, means miky-mouse's in the belly of the beast/

I give light to the game like a power plant/while you scribing crappy raps/
I smash targets . . and you fire blanks . . like empty cannon tanks!/

Im known as the Comptroller . . Try ya best to maneuver/
And if you come with war . . change the course . . or get a carry-over!/

Moment this monster storms da place/ . . the punches that I phrase/
Make you race with haste . . /
Cos if you think you match . . format ya brains . . with a flash case!/

'Smith brands me a wackster . ./ but the calligraphy from this marksman/ is the illest in the entire Sub-saharan!/

I bring back aches/to niggas that rap fake/so stop ya beats . . cos I halt veins . . with heart-brakes!/

I strangle nerds/like tight ties on necks/so you won't be a Vet . . unless you handle pets!/

I flood bars on the thread/to drown ya kindred/ Ya verse was pointless . . like the Dream team . . Austin led!/

I keep the flows coming like a tap/while the speech you blab . . soft as pap/
Spank ya chick from behind . . and Bleep her up so bad . ./
. . . with a b!!tchslap!/

I'ma infiltrate the mad fella/ and stuck your lense with a sad letter . ./ so he wouldn't take shots . . even with his camera!!/

Na wa oh . . No one for friday night freestyle . . . ?

I lay rappers off with what I rap/meaning am putting you forward for the sack/
So y'll will be caught in a no man's land . . when I set an offside trap!/

I surround you front and back/so it's best you keep ya cool . .
Or you gon' be a dead-wood on ya fitment . .when I counter-attack!/

I spit to dull ya shine/ Ya bars shows you fast past ya prime . . /
Cos even if you value my watch . . you wont still worth ma time!/

You will never last a round/ . . if this was a sterling bout/ . .
Cos I could weigh you on a British scale . . but you won't still cast a pound!/

I make the punches . . come direct . . to make you rue hard bruises/
If you think you a PG . . I cut ya delivery . . from ya fans like banned movies!/
You cant make sense of what I 'write' . . Cos you not in ya right senses/
So any bitchslapper can out-flow me . . provided it is feminine menses!/

It's best you don't test me like a TESTosterone . ./
Cos when this dude make the fire burn . .
You will only get to run/ . . like Goodluck vying in a Presidential election . . !/

I walk these boards . .but you truly the lame one/
Im The ruler(Derula) here . . Something like Jason . ./
So If you mumu here . . I put you on the noose . . when I set ma dogs on the Loose like Kaynon!/

Come on . . You aint in ma range . .cos the verse you penned was too average . ./
So you and moi dont couple . .even if its same-sex-marriage!/

Dullards!! . .they are who im way higher than/ . .they not cap-able to match me head to head . .
So tell the nerds . . that when Louis raced . . It's not Saha-ran!!/