darkenedrebel:

deadline is tomorrow by 8am [rhyme battle] 10 quatrains...

Supermiy:
in Other Words..Long,longer Multis!..Its Had To Believe Person Like You Aint Perfect With Rhyming Yet ;P

007Bruce:



what are the criteria?

GIYAZZ:

Tally ho!


My mind was in an astral plane when I wrote these bars/ bearing a deleterious card and a mind-blowing cause/
To bring an impetuous war like the Trojan Horse/ so I spit with no remorse as I flow this verse/
Rhymes more detrimental than a goon with a heavy-metal/
One sentence renders your mental a slave to the instrumental
forged from the rhythm in these marvelous lines/
My name is G'iyasara and I'm a murderous type!/
I'm sicker than a prophet of God tryna get a lady Psychic laid/ getting you bïtches fücked for fun like a side chick's fate/
As you read this your brain explodes into a thousand pieces. . . and the knowledge released. . . travels through a seismic-wave!/
900,000 years before Christ's existence, I existed/
Was meant to be evicted by alien forces but I persisted/
And fought back gallantly and valorously with amours/ of metaphors I created when the world was without form!/
The bars I spat morphed into a sperm and formed the god, Uranus/
And I cursed the moon to wander at night for being a daily ignoramus!/
It's evident, my rhyme schemes are ethical and incredible/
Leave a biter needing medicals, my ink's a deadly chemical/
You worry about your biceps and feed your mentality with Telemundos/
While my mindset is wider than the space between Earth and Pluto/
Sharper than the lethal molars of a predator Aligator/
Gladiator, elimanator, imitator terminator/
I got a thinking catalyst engraved in my brain sector/ that's why I can write a thousand songs in 23 seconds/
Now you wonder why I'm yet to be signed to a label?/ they said my mind was not stable/
Cos I told them i practiced my eating manners on a periodic table!!/
In 046 we make Choruses from the site of a horror scene/
And if a demon possesses our kids, the devil asked for Apologies/
On a mic surface/ I spit easy but rhyme complex/
And the tune of my voice attracts and invites forces/ from asomatous worlds/
to come witness me spit these lethiferous puns/
It's a fact, i ain't tryna be humorous, punk!/
And be cautious, my lyricism is venomous and noxious/
I could kill y'all poachers by spitting in my sub-conscious/
I am the aftermath of a million collided energies/ hunted by a zillion supernatural martian enemies/
I eloped and found refuge on earth for centuries/ So i am not a human being, this being is just my undercover concealed identity!!!!

darkenedrebel:



since it's just a rhyme battle, the 2 criteria would be - rhymes & flow...

the voters would vote based on who had better rhymes & who flowed better

007Bruce:
i dont want things like captinflash voting in that match, in short only worthy jugdes should be tagged.

darkenedrebel:

same here...

Ibime coogar kr0ne emaprince alexpissu ksslib

should we the aforementioned act as judges.. let's agree now.

007Bruce:


ok

obesemf:
st3v3nr3x did you throw jabs at me? or ibi spelling mistake?

st3v3nr3x:
lil bitchh nigga u prolly need glasses too

kingkursor1:
Diss@bruce





....I spit illness/ dat flew niggs heads/ and could kill these vets/
These "ibo boys" only get serious. . .wen we asually talking abt real business!!!/


Enough of all dis alligation.....am endin d carrier of d broke dude felaa/
.......U shuld av bin hearing my wave's frm east to south .... on how I cruises wit much chelldar/
.......Dis is to let u knw...u stood so "BIN TIN" to my level ......lik soundtrack of ''fatai rolling dollar/

Check awt koursur/ . . .Am the realest. . .never. faker/
But if this hommie "ever" say he's swimming on. dollar. . den its obvious a "Big lie" witawt refrencing to "ARGENTINA PLAYERS!!!/


See...u aint gonna die alone, am gonna burn u dwn wit ur stupid gay mates/
.....U niwit brat Buffy/
Beta u stp "playing cards"....cus I aint '' messing with no boviii/
Spitting giberrish n blunders up nd down..lik our "former president silly ass baby/


Am gonna wipped off dis clone/
......Once I bash him off his own/
Historical dude.....I aint feeling d biography u jst dropped......... abt ur broke stink home//
...bitch fact is koursur is d only farmer wey dey brush off bth "big,bigger, tin hoe/
Ask ur mum abt d "rude boy" wen I bang her ......till she start speaking in "kongo.....

"Woof,roof,loof,poof,hoof,doof,coof,boof,shoof
...damn bro. She sound pass my "street billy bingo/

Lol

danbrowndmf:
lols.bros i know get good voice oh.i don't like my voice.when rapping... When i'm done i will drop the link for u.

GIYAZZ:

Tally ho!


My mind was in an astral plane when I wrote these bars/ bearing a deleterious card and a mind-blowing cause/
To bring an impetuous war like the Trojan Horse/ so I spit with no remorse as I flow this verse/
Rhymes more detrimental than a goon with a heavy-metal/
One sentence renders your mental a slave to the instrumental/
forged from the rhythm in these marvelous lines/
My name is G'iyasara and I'm a murderous type!/
I'm sicker than a prophet of God tryna get a lady Psychic laid/ getting you bïtches fücked for fun like a side chick's fate/
As you read this your brain explodes into a thousand pieces. . . and the knowledge released. . . travels through a seismic-wave!/
900,000 years before Christ's existence, I existed/
Was meant to be evicted by alien forces but I persisted/
And fought back gallantly and valorously with amours/ of metaphors I created when the world was without form!/
The bars I spat morphed into a sperm and formed the god, Uranus/
And I cursed the moon to wander at night for being a daily ignoramus!/
It's evident, my rhyme schemes are ethical and incredible/
Leave a biter needing medicals, my ink's a deadly chemical/
You worry about your biceps and feed your mentality with Telemundos/
While my mindset is wider than the space between Earth and Pluto/
Sharper than the lethal molars of a predator Aligator/
Gladiator, elimanator, imitator terminator/
I got a thinking catalyst engraved in my brain sector/ that's why I can write a thousand songs in 23 seconds/
Now you wonder why I'm yet to be signed to a label?/ they said my mind was not stable/
Cos I told them i practiced my eating manners on a periodic table!!/
In 046 we make Choruses from the site of a horror scene/
And if a demon possesses our kids, the devil asked for Apologies/
On a mic surface/ I spit easy but rhyme complex/
And the tune of my voice attracts and invites forces/ from asomatous worlds/
to come witness me spit these lethiferous puns/
It's a fact, i ain't tryna be humorous, punk!/
And be cautious, my lyricism is venomous and noxious/
I could kill y'all poachers by spitting in my sub-conscious/
I am the aftermath of a million collided energies/ hunted by a zillion supernatural martian enemies/
I eloped and found refuge on earth for centuries/ So i am not a human being, this being is just my undercover concealed identity!!!!

kr0ne:
I have the nobility of a Caesarian kin/ gifted with Shakespearean skills/
but with this sickness to curse like Arabian kids/ so I usually take a dose of malaria pills/
to make me unusually fair . . . Ada and Bis!/
allow me curse just once . . .
Dark and Jig are barbaric pigs!!/
two losers with nothing to show/ fu-cking with Krone/ walahi! after I’m done busting this flow/
two heads will roll . . .and it’s not some silly joke!/
I got thugs in the zone/ to body you dead rooks/ Krone is uncommonly deft, look/
I spit anomalies, get shook!/ I'll call up the vets to../ co-sign these queers out of place . . . trigonometry textbooks/
Jig is a biitch and he’s skill-less/ told this ho rap ain’t his business/
I could get him clapped in a minute/ but wouldn’t get a plus if he’s tagged in my hitlist/
coz an attack on Jig is an attack on a mistress/ he’s such a diva. . . Airforce1 can bear me witness!/
bloke thinks he scary/ coz he ugly, bony and hairy/ his last bout was obituary/
I swear, the whole thing was scary/ coz Ice was all over Jigs . . . like a dead soul in mortuary!!!/
I’m a devil but gentle with dandy raps/ to hell with the rebel, cranky fagg/
he was born to fail…like babies with mental handicaps!/
The wretched lanky lad . . . ain’t meant for this struggle/ my single would best off his double/
last time I had a duel with the muggle/ we all saw Dark . . . at the end of the tunnel!/
this ain’t meant to kick trouble/ but what I’m telling is true/
wherever he goes, Dark is destined to lose/ with the rest of his crew/ in the Romance Section, he was rendered a fool/
TheSonOfMark contested . . . and molested the douche/ exposed him as a snitching friend and a crook/
others treat him like an alcoholic . . .he’s always getting the boos!!/
veterans despise him/ his mates making good names, he’s on NL creating his IDs/
I wage war with the threat of the ISIS/ kill with the strength of a bison/
Dark struggles with different monikers . . . identity crisis!/
I should slap this guy . . with massive pipe/ Rebel out-rhyme Vector? this fagg can lie!/
I 'own' him, no 'patent rights'/ he’s getting banged with nines/
. . .there'll be no more thriller from Mike. . .now that Jackson died!!/
when it comes to catching dreams, I’ve devastated chasers/ accolades? I’ve celebrated greater/
an Art student with no painting? you’re an educated failure!/ The Krone 'breeds success'. . .like dedicated trainers!!

GIYAZZ:

Tally ho!


My mind was in an astral plane when I wrote these bars/ bearing a deleterious card and a mind-blowing cause/
To bring an impetuous war like the Trojan Horse/ so I spit with no remorse as I flow this verse/
Rhymes more detrimental than a goon with a heavy-metal/
One sentence renders your mental a slave to the instrumental/
forged from the rhythm in these marvelous lines/
My name is G'iyasara and I'm a murderous type!/
I'm sicker than a prophet of God tryna get a lady Psychic laid/ getting you bïtches fücked for fun like a side chick's fate/
As you read this your brain explodes into a thousand pieces. . . and the knowledge released. . . travels through a seismic-wave!/
900,000 years before Christ's existence, I existed/
Was meant to be evicted by alien forces but I persisted/
And fought back gallantly and valorously with amours/ of metaphors I created when the world was without form!/
The bars I spat morphed into a sperm and formed the god, Uranus/
And I cursed the moon to wander at night for being a daily ignoramus!/
It's evident, my rhyme schemes are ethical and incredible/
Leave a biter needing medicals, my ink's a deadly chemical/
You worry about your biceps and feed your mentality with Telemundos/
While my mindset is wider than the space between Earth and Pluto/
Sharper than the lethal molars of a predator Aligator/
Gladiator, elimanator, imitator terminator/
I got a thinking catalyst engraved in my brain sector/ that's why I can write a thousand songs in 23 seconds/
Now you wonder why I'm yet to be signed to a label?/ they said my mind was not stable/
Cos I told them i practiced my eating manners on a periodic table!!/
In 046 we make Choruses from the site of a horror scene/
And if a demon possesses our kids, the devil asked for Apologies/
On a mic surface/ I spit easy but rhyme complex/
And the tune of my voice attracts and invites forces/ from asomatous worlds/
to come witness me spit these lethiferous puns/
It's a fact, i ain't tryna be humorous, punk!/
And be cautious, my lyricism is venomous and noxious/
I could kill y'all poachers by spitting in my sub-conscious/
I am the aftermath of a million collided energies/ hunted by a zillion supernatural martian enemies/
I eloped and found refuge on earth for centuries/ So i am not a human being, this being is just my undercover concealed identity!!!!

Alexpissu:

You have much to learn studying nature, tease me with respect

Alexpissu:

I script with fact...Airmark been defensive
The solomons view pyramids before imputing rhymes
Your belief growing adult ..bow tie with men
Airmark thinks I toothpick interview Coogar
I teach people to raise voice ....MOD playin intruder

airmark:




Why will I defend when he hasn't attacked/you wanna trend ? join airmark in hashtag/
the only alex I respect is ferguson, Pissu sounds like a wack slang/

Your movement is slack and messed/you came 'cheap', this not how battlers appear/
whether you buy into it or not, my carriage will 'cost you an arm and leg'/

Your rants, as a major player i can side step/your products not ranked on my shelf/
i'm shutting down A P from pump action, like old petrol station at mile 12/

Turn to bird, fly to the states, england too/i can bring disease to newcastle/
if you claiming boss in the 'kitchen cabinet', then you will be biting more than what you can chew/

Call it sunday school morning teaching/curiousity kills a cat, while dog is peeping/
destroying building from foundation, boy skip drilling/you gon be fatally crushed from the ceiling/

Dont be deceived you aint stone's throw away from my level/you will be trampled upon if i address you/
throwing shots gon let you die faster than saudi pilgrims throwing stones at devil/

darkenedrebel:

remember it's 10 quatrains [4 lines per quatrain] i.e 10 × 4 = 40 lines in total.. no stretching o
deadline is tomorrow by 8am..don't forget

kingkursor1:
Diss@bruce





....I spit illness/ dat flew niggs heads/ and could kill these vets/
These "ibo boys" only get serious. . .wen we asually talking abt real business!!!/


Enough of all dis alligation.....am endin d carrier of d broke dude felaa/
.......U shuld av bin hearing my wave's frm east to south .... on how I cruises wit much chelldar/
.......Dis is to let u knw...u stood so "BIN TIN" to my level ......lik soundtrack of ''fatai rolling dollar/

Check awt koursur/ . . .Am the realest. . .never. faker/
But if this hommie "ever" say he's swimming on. dollar. . den its obvious a "Big lie" witawt refrencing to "ARGENTINA PLAYERS!!!/


See...u aint gonna die alone, am gonna burn u dwn wit ur stupid gay mates/
.....U niwit brat Buffy/
Beta u stp "playing cards"....cus I aint '' messing with no boviii/
Spitting giberrish n blunders up nd down..lik our "former president silly ass baby/


Am gonna wipped off dis clone/
......Once I bash him off his own/
Historical dude.....I aint feeling d biography u jst dropped......... abt ur broke stink home//
...bitch fact is koursur is d only farmer wey dey brush off bth "big,bigger, tin hoe/
Ask ur mum abt d "rude boy" wen I bang her ......till she start speaking in "kongo.....

"Woof,roof,loof,poof,hoof,doof,coof,boof,shoof
...damn bro. She sound pass my "street billy bingo/

Lol

richommie:
I speak in sense/ . . . But una dont listen . . .it flew the heads/
Cos the only time this "ibo boy" get serious, its wen we mean "business!!!/

#YolO

grayline:
I flip better puns than Ibime and Rocco/ and my punches be coming in combos/it’s no joke/ that I 'don't talk much' doesn't mean I'm a 'slowspoke'/ this vet 'knows' more than 'Pinnochio'! /

Out of Naija bagging cool cash/from Chad to Cuba/ I'm stacking moolah/ I don't have to prove that/ cuz I don't brag with u faggs/ I make my life like a movie. . .but it's not cast to suit ya!/

shining and rocking with the blings/ gold-digging bitches coming for a fling/ putting my fat cóck inside the chicks/ and like a bee, I bump em with a sting/after tossing em the clinks/  they awe and 'Marvel' at the f*uking size of 'The Thing'!/ 

things don dey change/ and niggas not the same/ in this so-called hall of fame/ I could easily drop a sage/ and stop his fame/ without much delay/ cuz most of y'all so fvcking lame/ I don't see jabs or punches....it's like a soccer game!!

lame niggas got 'local booze in jars'/ and claim they got 'brutish bars'/ mine are too bizarre for weak goons to spar/ bitches stretching lines like 'judo stars'/ I 'outshine' em like I'm 'Lucifer'/ my flow standard is Jupiter/ it’s "out of this world" like a 'track' from "Bruno Mars!!"

Happy Sunday my people!

007Bruce:


now i'm confused

A/ A/ A/ A/ - this is a quatrain right?

danbrowndmf:
am not always ashame to say am learning everyday....

Supermiy:
was just kidding na..

danbrowndmf:
hwfa. How sunday?

Supermiy:
sunday wahala just start for me..how your side?

007Bruce:
Darkenedrebel, i think it would be best if someone gives us phrases to rhyme with.

Dklef:

..
..
Firstly, yes the stage is set and its clear what's gonna be your fate../

You the one on a faded jean so aint it certain, who gon die today?../..If we talk about whose bars that's lame../
Then its yours cos you've never improved your game.../...So in here, its like we Taribo Westing .. .. .. .. ..the way we always use Jazz to play..!!!/
.
.Now secondly lets give this love-vendor an insight on the true word on the street.../....Obaino is the dead guy that we seek../....and tom told you he sucked all his toe? You even suck in english/ Now you going for your 'share'? Gats' ll split you in twos..!/
.. .. .. ..Dude's getting bruised,
cos I'm bringing in facts/
That'll get this young schoolar mad.../ Saying dklef be seeking fame
Meanwhile he rarely pen shit,
We'll all get tired on ffr searching for his verse../!
.. .. .. .. ..and he knows his text carrier be a 'failure'... .. .Same sh1t he 'pass' through in class..!!!/

so relax!

I always sh'it on you in this rap ishh../ They dont understand how I hold gats to brandish.../. . .. .. .. . .... .. .. ..Obainojazz getting confused about this.../ ... .. .. ..cos I'm raising the stakes,
so you get squashed, .. .. ... ..if you ever try to Get your head around it..!!! /

I'm leaving him in anguish...../plus he aint too good in vocabs../...You suck in english like that 'french guy'.. /..So my goons will either play judo games or blow gats../ and obiano had better come with his A-game .. .. .. ..else we draw a nine behind him .. ...without even involved in martial arts..!!/

cos Babe you suck, you wack!!/ oops '_'
I called you a babe? well you worst than that..!!!/
.. .. .. .. ..Jigsawkillah had you killed and fried,
but see I decapitated Jig and a sore is the reflection we get from your verse...!/

Dklef:

..
..
Firstly, yes the stage is set and its clear what's gonna be your fate../

You the one on a faded jean so aint it certain, who gon die today?../..If we talk about whose bars that's lame../
Then its yours cos you've never improved your game.../...So in here, its like we Taribo Westing .. .. .. .. ..the way we always use Jazz to play..!!!/
.
.Now secondly lets give this love-vendor an insight on the true word on the street.../....Obaino is the dead guy that we seek../....and tom told you he sucked all his toe? You even suck in english/ Now you going for your 'share'? Gats' ll split you in twos..!/
.. .. .. ..Dude's getting bruised,
cos I'm bringing in facts/
That'll get this young schoolar mad.../ Saying dklef be seeking fame
Meanwhile he rarely pen shit,
We'll all get tired on ffr searching for his verse../!
.. .. .. .. ..and he knows his text carrier be a 'failure'... .. .Same sh1t he 'pass' through in class..!!!/

so relax!

I always sh'it on you in this rap ishh../ They dont understand how I hold gats to brandish.../. . .. .. .. . .... .. .. ..Obainojazz getting confused about this.../ ... .. .. ..cos I'm raising the stakes,
so you get squashed, .. .. ... ..if you ever try to Get your head around it..!!! /

I'm leaving him in anguish...../plus he aint too good in vocabs../...You suck in english like that 'french guy'.. /..So my goons will either play judo games or blow gats../ and obiano had better come with his A-game .. .. .. ..else we draw a nine behind him .. ...without even involved in martial arts..!!/

cos Babe you suck, you wack!!/ oops '_'
I called you a babe? well you worst than that..!!!/
.. .. .. .. ..Jigsawkillah had you killed and fried,
but see I decapitated Jig and a sore is the reflection we get from your verse...!/