Rap wiz phock you !! And Ibime phock you too !!! Dj5naira? Phock you too !!!
Before the end of this year one of you gon' rap from a wheel chair!!


He says I aint fighting fair/ but hes actually the one biting here/
Deep his pinna in hot water . . . leave him 'wet behind the ears'!/

Poor guy . . .hes made no dough/ new here . . . he doesnt make the fold/
You could weigh ya mass in karats . . . and still wont 'worth your weight in gold'!/

New tenants sparring with the land owner/
I get 'em rammed over/
I got the torch and the limelight . . . you phocking lamp holders!/

Edited my quote cos I dont know this guy/ no need for the sloppy hype/
. . . typing from the left side of his keyboard . . . he wasnt posting right/

That was how the Prekky bagger started/ before I got the lad red carded/
. . . only 5 verses hes chapter lasted!/



You've never been heard in Choba . . .you spit lies/
cos Ph city no send ya weak rhymes/
Knock off your incisors on the alley . . . . and leave biting Street-wise!/

Albino . . . you fat jerky/
beat the both of you and that Prekky/
. . . cos if you were ever the Storm . . . it means you have a Blackberry!/

Incomplete netcee . . .folks know you lack every/
street biter . . . You bleeping bunkum/
Nail your forelimbs to your roof . . .give you a 'thumbs up'!/

I STRAFF your tiny ässed wife on ya own bed/
You too ugly . . . shave your overgrown gäy beards/
Get a life . . . stop molesting under-aged girls/
Quit sqwuating from house to house . . . go settle your unpaid rents/
Miserable homo . . .tell us why you got only male friends/
You worry boys to bleep you . . . and promise you gon' pay them!/
Recycling lines from Streetwize so you may sell/
Sold your soul . . . for oversees trips . . .you will rot on hades hell!!/

I'm D̶̲̥̅̊ number 1,, I'm D̶̲̥̅̊ rap president...
Rap Iڪ living i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ M̶̲̅ε̲̣̣̣̥,, I'm D̶̲̥̅̊ rap resident.
Wen U̶̲̥̅̊ c M̶̲̅ε̲̣̣̣̥ i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ D̶̲̥̅̊ building ,,pls don't do diss
Cos diss Iڪ not for U̶̲̥̅̊,diss not for children
I'm D̶̲̥̅̊ dangerous guy i̶̲̥̅̊n̶̲̥̅̊ moovees,, ds Iڪ not
Dulph ludren,,
I'm gonna hit U̶̲̥̅̊ real hard ,not here for new frnds

M̶̲̅ε̲̣̣̣̥ gat D̶̲̥̅̊ power hydro,,n.dats above α̣̣̥t̶̲̥̅̊ U̶̲̥̅̊ gen.
If U̶̲̥̅̊ wanna attack M̶̲̅ε̲̣̣̣̥ ,,I'm here for you.
I'm always ready\jungs\,U̶̲̥̅̊ don't need to serve M̶̲̅ε̲̣̣̣̥
'll show U̶̲̥̅̊ y I'm ur master and y U̶̲̥̅̊ need to serve M̶̲̅ε̲̣̣̣̥...

check out this new post, very interesting
https://www.nairaland.com/1018865/rap-cypher-challenge

I drop verses. .with lyrical pun-gency/
Blessed with the art. .but your just a mere chip. . .random access memory/
He ain't worth a handful of my morsel/
Challenge this guy. .and i'd make you die like mortal/
I raid him off when this arachnid bite/
The carillon he rung. .never sound right/
Sozzle him off when he spittle dry/
Disengage his larynx cord. .to make his people cry/
Made dough across terrain. .but the baker best known for doughnut!/
This Joker Ace with his Spade. .when the King lay Whot!/
Hes heavy ladened with burdens of wackness and need to rest/
Try to Ram-us?. .we Sergio peeps will Bull-y you here/
Jam pack you. .pound jack you. .dunk slam you here/
Torch? Limelight? . . .this dude. .a local vigilante!!/
He embodies blackness. .his complexion prove hes no yankee/
But our illume. .shine across dynasty/
Editin'. .copyin' and pastin' lines. .what he known for/
But ma redacts. .have attain height for sure/
His puns. .retrogressively growin' . .and his wordplays?. .they backslide!/
Borrowee. .stole a mountain bike on track. .to recycle lines!/
His coat of emulsion. .dry. .he needs to Re-paint!/
And straighten up his game which has Darren Bent!/
2 minute man. .never had the stamina. .even when he swallowed a packet of Viagra!/
This Enugu folk can't afford a boysquarter. .restin' head on coal tar!/
Only time you Rice up to fame. .was when you sold a quarter-half Derica/
Broke fella. .swam through the ocean. .Coming to America!/

Class Thangz

Dude
you Rapping in vein/
3hrs . . . Cracking your brain/
and yet u still Droppin wack/
clearly, ur talents Not in rap/
bleep the praise, and the hype u on/
cos truth is, mikuz too wack . . lyk gluttons/
dude aint fighting fair/
cos his comments of biting here/
is just his own way . . . of citing fear/
wants this flaming saint/
to pay him rent/
poor fella . . . just needs an avenue for claiming cents/
send goons to split his bone in half/
claim u the 'Lan-lord' . . .
. . . But nigga i 'own the cafe'!/

12 mins. . . .



This nigga too slow to spar with mensas/
Cos going back to back with Ibi is a hard adventure/
He reply 8 hours. . . after I post my verse/
In same time. . . .most guys complete a full days’ work/
He aint quick on the draw. . .rather resort to bytching/
cos he cant compete with the pace that dawgs be spitting/
Its quite obvious. . . Wiz noticed it too/
“Racking his brains”. . . for me to break em. . . with a snooker cue!/
This dude get chewed on the mic/ for being too stewpid to write/
I see him view what I type. .
. .then return with a riposte . . . at two in the night!/
So here’s some truthful advice. . .
Young blood. . . don’t let this rap shyte ruin ya life!/


Skinny gap-tooth nigga, plus he ugly as hell/
Looking at his pic, I can suddenly tell/. . . that his breath smell funky as well!/
Never sold ma soul. . .still Ibi tour maps/
Been around the world and back. . . it’s all facts/
Poor brat!/. . . the type to flash you. . . and expect a call back/
My wife?. . . high class!. . . you could never afford that!/
Expensive wedding. . . reception in Hilton/
If I gave him the bill. . . I bet it would kill him/
Even celebrities had to step in the building/
So when he tell lies. . .I don’t vex with the pilgrim/
I’m definitely chilling/ plus ma skills is better/
Jesus of rap. . . I kick illness . . . and ‘heel’ the leper!/


oNe

Men, wtf, damn, Wiz 9ce, Mikuz i.c.u, Ibime 'he beam em', chocc i.c.u, i like this.

Men, wtf, damn, Wiz 9ce, Mikuz i.c.u, Ibime 'he beam em', chocc i.c.u, Dj5(u r a 5naira emcee i am worth alot in dat same currency, poor kid, lol, just jokin)i like this. You Boiz r killin it. Been busy dats y i havnt been spewing ma shit... Carrygo!

Men I got a life unlike y'll . . .

Rap wiz: Class Thangz

Dude
you Rapping in vein/
3hrs . . . Cracking your brain/
and yet u still Droppin wack/
clearly, ur talents Not in rap/
bleep the praise, and the hype u on/
cos truth is, mikuz too wack . . lyk gluttons/
dude aint fighting fair/
cos his comments of biting here/
is just his own way . . . of citing fear/
wants this flaming saint/
to pay him rent/
poor fella . . . just needs an avenue for claiming cents/
send goons to split his bone in half/
claim u the 'Lan-lord' . . .
. . . But nigga i 'own the cafe'!/

You drop a verse as weak as this . . . and still call me wack/ then claim you got forte in rap . . ? / kid you need to be given a scorching slap/
. . .cos You like Kanu in FFR . . . stamina is what you lack/

I wield daggers to de-face dudes/ so this fb nigga better clear before I pace through/
Stitch ya forehead to a brochure . . . and make you face book!/

Mikuz a real nigger/ your bars belong to the teams' feeder/
Our raps might 'look alike' . . . but you still wont 'seem-iller'/

This guys' weaker/ my lines bring him the ether/
Im racking gold . . . y'll got no medal . . . Team Nigeria!/

Phuck ya chick in ma bugatti/ cos ma styles flashy/
She stick to me and me to her. . . we belong together . . . Mariah Carey!/

My tonardo gets the brat parried away/
. . . direct a punch at me . . . and Ill burn ya palms . . . Ash wednesday!/

You forcing puns . . . 'Landlord' and 'lanlord' no be the same/
Unlettered Id¡ot . . . ya parents must be ashamed!/
Your flow? . . . a dreadful flop/
You lack flair . . . after one verse and your level dropped!/
You keep calling me lame . . . I wonder if you read the bars you type/
. . . cos you scribe something no better that what a chap in basic two class would write/
Im too wack like gluttons? . . . boy better know what you spit on/
. . . cos you got an agbero flow . . . with a woeful diction!/

My idioms and puns hard for you to comprehend/
So you call me wack . . . cos ya IQ's too low for what I pen!/

Ya last bars have shown what a kid you are/
Plus ya childish rants prove you's too weak to spar/

Ya mercury bar was rudely bitten/
. . . and Im sure same goes for all the metas you've written!/

Damn you and your generation . . . You shameless destitute/
And fork the miserable bästard who gave birth to you!!/


Ibis you know my raps sparkle applause/
So going back to back with ya . . . is no hassle of course/
Mod here . . . plus I got a life off the net/
so I got nothing to explain each time I drop a verse/
Had an issue with my ISP/
Reason why it seems it took me look to reply ya sh¡t/
Reason why that verse dropped at two/
so get that to head . . . you confused cockatoo/
You better pay more attention to your b¡tches/
. . . cos how I choose to live my life online be none of your business/
I even wonder how ya whöre fuçk ya/
cos between us two . . . she knows whos more uglier!/
No doubt ya skill's better/
cos ya best known for telling stories that thrill lepers!/
Ya wife . . . You right . . . can no longer afford ya chest/
Cos the last time I went in there . . . I lost my breath!/
Expensive wedding . . .now you got no dough . . . basically/
You too fat . . . hope you dont die of obesity!/

Saying hes a general . . . but had got no badge/ no swag . . . so no hon to catch/
Smash his whole career on a turn table . . . make him 'start from the scratch'!/

This dummy bore/ he got no fun in store/
asked him to boot my PC
. . . but the nigga swang his foot and kicked the monitor!/

My rhymes paint the real picture/ and you just a weak figure/
You kick lepers and I kick more 'versus' . . . than league fixtures!/


I've warred with real vampires/ so Ibime's case only a lil matter/
My raps 'gold plated' . . . cos I feel the 'gilt' . . . each time I kill rappers!/

Scrap for kids . . .

I spit best for real/ and scribe drug texts at will/
Its no doubt my flows connect . . . now chill as I flex my skills/

Its plain that/ what you'll spit is lame rap/
Draw to scale on my Xbox . . . now I gat a game plan/

Once I pop . . . you'll be the first to bleed/ so when I show face you heads should cease/
If you spot me coming to the media . . .expect a press release!/

I do this the bold way/ . . . I fear no gäy/
You could give Derek Dasafo a grip . . . and ya ish still wont hold Sway/

Your rhymes dumb/ a vaulting pole couldnt make him leap . . .
. . . but when he sniffs coke . . .he makes a high jump/

I blast this guy/ silencing peeps who past their prime/
Marine issues . . . watch when I'll wed . . . nigga thats a marry-time/

shout out to all da dope heads...morning quickie

Marine issues . . . watch when I'll
wed . . . nigga thats a marry-time/
rocking paramount watches so i guess its prime time/
without commiting 'crimes' niggas feeling 'the-tension'/ it's lyk i blocked these dudes on 'twitter' cause their rhymes aint worth a mention/

my flows ACIDIC these boys can measure up to me in PH/
cause A-BAR roads and throw up flows like too much lines CHOP-BAR/they like bus stops in ph cause all their fame is 'RUMUORS'/
if that 1st ph line was not enough brain i gave them '2-more'/

my tracks repping naija bt similar with 'arsenal' cause i always 'sell'/
that why your girls love me..in the club her hips sways well/
make sure her pus.sy gets more hits than viral clips on youtube/
leave her confused and hor.ny after fuc.king her in the as.s without lube/

boys claimin they HOT nd FLY but their ABSOLUTE TEMPERATURE is just ABSOLUTE ZERO plus they are not far-in-height/
sky high see me only in peaks/pics(olympics)/
getting these dudes vexed so i guess all they rep is PARAlympics.
-___-

Frustrate me,i castrate u/ Bleep wit me gay,i swear im gonna strait u...blublack im gona paint u/i ll race u i'll erase u..me raining(reignin),,,makin oda niggaz shiver,when im ballin,oda niggas gat no liver.,

chocckidd: sky high see me only in peaks/pics(olympics)/

Sky high see me only in olympics/ you'll know the feeling/
It took you 7 days to drop that line . . . still your flow is 'week'/

We known from here to Europe and back/ Ph nigga . . .we no dey slack/
. . .cos we 'tour-well' . . . sotey dem think say we no dey baff!/

Scribbing illmatic dey like my profession/ pour raps like say na libation/
. . . Goad you with a locozade bottle . . . just to give a 'boost in the right direction'!/

Our cannons flare up/ to crack ya neighbours/
3G flow . . . . If you ever had an Edge over me . . . then you got a data network!/

We stunt heads/ like this was a fun thread/
Got me century of pick up lines . . . plus I drag a long d¡ck . . . that ya hon dread!/

Ya father/ if you think you're a better rapper/
. . . In FFR . . . we 'air-bars' like processed cassava!/

'nuff said

Kennedy Okafor ▶ DA RAP GENIUS
RaP WiZaRd
in da build trow ya hands in da cellin
coz am abt to unleash da dragon.....
spiltin fire around......
trowng money around.....
givin it to u raw...hardcore. ....
i c many foes but ama kip goin.....
u can't stop me dnt even dream to.....
coz am stoppable...... .niggas ma spell is in-revokable
Apr 26 · Like · Follow Post

Rap Wiz !!
Dj5naira can do better than this!
Wack biter!!!

Ibime and Mikuz!!
:
:
I'm on a winning spree/ sh!t's really sweet/
. . . everyone on twitter & FB feelin me/ wen Im tweeting it/
i'm d crown heir/
and down here/
Ibi & Mik mentionin me anyhow. . . .cos like Eunuchs. . .ts clear dey missn P!/
but for dia cusses. . . I dnt giv a flippin bleep/ dey script, I'm skippin sh¡t/
jus keep on wishing Gees/
cos you stewpid for sh¡ttin me/
and if they show off by dissin P'/
. . . .dat'z where I'll fockin draw d line. . . . . .like painting a fishin scene!!!/
kuz's text is gon slay?/ its best Mik dont say/
cos ya jobless & you'v not asked of me. . . .if u say texting dont pay/
see Mikuz always comin wif his airy wordplay/
but Ima loose cannon. . . . .d best in gunplay/ served by dz two pests in one day/ cos Im kinda blessed in 4 ways/
and I'm guessin someday/
. . . . . .Mik must be a careless psychiatrist. . . if ever his 'wards is gon play'!/
now kid. . watch me gun play/
like the two prayers. . .ma gats 'surely' wil 'grace'/
bullets churnin d mate/ cos u'll git some to ya face/
when I'm packin the chrome/
to leave you like states wit no sports team. . . . lackin a dome!/
sh-¡t's burnin ya face/ scorin d ace/
nd I'll clap the gun in ya waist/
to hav hot lead. . . wastin ya fib/
so my advice, jus stay in ya crib/
phockin curate/
cos ya safer at home. . . .like baseball players runnin to base!!!/
#ThePrekky

Untidy rhymes. . .


Back in 97 or 8/
Canibus said rappers are weak like seven days/
so when Mik feed us with his purposeless bore. .
we just murmur and snore/
. . .cos those rhymes aint fresh. . .we all heard em before!/

He stitch hands to roof. . .gimme me thumbs up/
He stitch face to book. . . and other dumb stuff/
Stitch Naira notes to ma lips. . . silly young buck/
Stitch banknotes to vascular organs. . . somebody shut this chump up!/
“Stitch this, stitch that”. . . dude coming unstuck/
Generic tailor-made [/i]rhymes. . . expose him as dumbfuck!/


How many rappers used those same expressions/
in countless freestyle sessions?/
Avocado rappers better yield confessions/
cos google. . .would [i]crucify [/i]his verse. . .if it's [i]cross referenced!/


If he had his sense in order. . .
He would apologise/ and compromise/
. . . to prevent this senseless slaughter/
I aint sparring yet, I’m just dropping samples/
but if he get off on the wrong foot. . . I’ma chop his ankles!/

This boy not paid/ He employed as slave/
but niggas know my words' worth. . . that’s why they coin ma phrase!/

He’s a flaming disgrace/
Claiming PH. . .that’s his greatest mistake/
I got million PH [/b]niggas that'll wait at his gates/
Ready to drown him in [b]Rivers. . . and lay him in State!!!/

Thats why his PH fans cautious when they playing his tapes/
meaning. . .his songs get no Volume. . . in my Area of Base/

This dude talk the talk/ like he could walk my walk/
Landlord. .. I ring-fence this nigga. . .from wall to wall!/
but if I show him pepper. . . it would be all ma fault/
So I'ma pause assault. . .
cos I’m a seasoned [/i]vet. . . and [i]he ain’t worth his salt!/

Hungry nigga. . . always talking so grand/
Rib protruding through his skin. . . he need butter and ham/
He need to up his game cos his bars are so bland/
but he'll only 'step up to the plate'. . . .with a fork in his hand!/

Claiming I’m fat. . . .he'll get his head pounded/
for spitting ridiculous allegations that's unfounded/
My enemies? Surrounded!/
wordplay leave em confounded/
My metaphors abounded/ Creativity? Unbounded!/
Flow? Undoubted!/
Multi's compounded/ with humour that leave niggas astounded/
So yeah. . my rhymes' phat. . . in other words. . .I’m[i] ‘well rounded’[/i]/


oNe

Listen!!
:
:
Prekk's d pace setter/ so wen I lace metas/
I suggest you start to 'run b¡tch' . . . .like ya name's Jetta/
see Mr, ma luga sprays better/
& Ib's here scripting how his guns blaze lethal/
but ask him how 2 formulate ether/
. . .& he'll go dumb! . . yup, we'll see 'Bis-muth'. . . . .like grey metals!!/
& dis punchline wil hit dis 'stale mate', til d 'game levels'!/
i lace tight flows/
so like midget saxophonists, Ib should 'pipe low'/
ma zulu d-¡ck on some guru sh-¡t. . . . it enlight hoe's/
but dont bother dat ya rusty/ caus' the worst is/
I'm steady phockin someone you might know!/
& if you doubtin that line bro?/
den ask urself why ya virgin bubu wife. . .doznt hav a tight hole!/
. . . .I'll answer that by re-playin ya fungi flow/
ya! I dnt need 'mush-room' 2 phock ur wife tho/
. . .cos Im d 'fun-guy' & well, "eu-bacteria". . . .worse than d microbes!!/
This guy's flows/
shows i'm d best wit nines/
prekky shines/
wit deadly signs/
so when u see me aimin @ 'I' wif reddy knives/
best hope that unlike curtain dealers. . . I dont get him 'blind'/
. . . .without wastin time!!/ I'm blessed wit grind/ but if he stress n whine/
or claim the rest is fine/
. . . I'll force him to back down. . .wen I staple his 'flaws' against his spine!/
till he starts sweatin wheneva prekky arrives/
cos walkin in ma shoes? thats like probia for bein buried alive/
. . . literally. . . . .you'd never STEP IN MINE!!/
#ThePrekky

In FFR . . . we 'air-bars' like

processed cassava!/i'll be bringing war-rants and subpoena's like process server/

get your flows off-line like you scared of cosmic rays/
cause i'll be screaming amen cause all you niggas prey/


i'll be on-lines everyday like unlimited subscription/
lines that are the gospel truth spitting the scriptures/
spit pro-verbs,i only par-ables..dude with vision can't measure how far-i-see/ kind of like mo farah you see d-effects cause i leave boys sad-you-see/

like EDEN i've been here since the beginning/ bringin war and HAZARD like ROMAN's sparring/
bringing boys query(quarry)/ kind of lyk they
making A grades but you know your mark-O marin/

A-PULL foes out bringing them down cause i WIN-THOSE/
island of rap nigga i'm surrounded by the flow/
d game here is sh.it..waste in a restroom/
you want 2 reach and smell my money nigga get ur own s-cents/
-___-

12 mins. . .


Goodnight dears/ Signing off right here/
Bested all my peers/ for 10 light years/
I sneak up on dudes wearing invisible night gear/
Even antivirus. . . can’t detect what this spy wear!/

It’s quite clear/ that I’m the most prolific/
Bars so terrific/ to roast this midget/
Any ho he visit?. . . I was first to unload ma liquid/
Cos 'I came before the X'. . . like a 'coefficient'!/

I battle any nigga with his whole contingent/
I’m so prodigious/ A thousand bars of dópe submitted/
They say “Ibi shorten ya verse”. . . I’m like no he didn’t/
Pedestrian rappers can’t cross me. . . my flow. . . has no abridgement!!/

In PH, they know me well/
Mik wont be the first dude that my flows dispel/
So haters could blow my bell/
Okrika boy. . . only thing second hand about me. . . is the clothes I sell!/



oNe

ThePrekky: Listen!!
:
:
Prekk's d pace setter/ so wen I lace metas/
I suggest you start to 'run b¡tch' . . . .like ya name's Jetta/
see Mr, ma luga sprays better/
& Ib's here scripting how his guns blaze lethal/
but ask him how 2 formulate ether/
. . .& he'll go dumb! . . yup, we'll see 'Bis-muth'. . . . .like grey metals!!/
& dis punchline wil hit dis 'stale mate', til d 'game levels'!/
i lace tight flows/
so like midget saxophonists, Ib should 'pipe low'/
ma zulu d-¡ck on some guru sh-¡t. . . . it enlight hoe's/
but dont bother dat ya rusty/ caus' the worst is/
I'm steady phockin someone you might know!/
& if you doubtin that line bro?/
den ask urself why ya virgin bubu wife. . .doznt hav a tight hole!/
. . . .I'll answer that by re-playin ya fungi flow/
ya! I dnt need 'mush-room' 2 phock ur wife tho/
. . .cos Im d 'fun-guy' & well, "eu-bacteria". . . .worse than d microbes!!/
This guy's flows/
shows i'm d best wit nines/
prekky shines/
wit deadly signs/
so when u see me aimin @ 'I' wif reddy knives/
best hope that unlike curtain dealers. . . I dont get him 'blind'/
. . . .without wastin time!!/ I'm blessed wit grind/ but if he stress n whine/
or claim the rest is fine/
. . . I'll force him to back down. . .wen I staple his 'flaws' against his spine!/
till he starts sweatin wheneva prekky arrives/
cos walkin in ma shoes? thats like probia for bein buried alive/
. . . literally. . . . .you'd never STEP IN MINE!!/
#ThePrekky

Just seen Prekky take shots at the Lord of rhyme/
He spat boring lines/ that’s undefined/
. . . . now ponder mine/
You sure to find/ my verse wack. . .
. . . . if I tried to respond in kind!!!/


I’m undermined. . . like grey metals/
till I raise levels. . .
Raise devils/ from Hades level/
to break surface and encase Prekkles/ in great shackles!/
Run his Jetta off the road and break pedals/
Spray bezels/ from my 38 special. . .
and leave his face speckled/ with eight freckles!!/

He claim pace setter. . .. I Mo Farah this fake rebel/
I wait till his pace settles/ then overtake. . . and take medals!/


. . And my wife’s in great fettle/
if he ever tried to penetrate temples/ he'll break pencils!!/
. . . even if I tell her to play gentle!/
so this ain't a battle. . . he should try to make sexuál!/

Look. . .he claiming rápe levels/ but he’s a gáy who makes kettles!/
and drinks pomegranate tea. . .with fig dates and braised lentils!/
plus. . . I saw him at my wedding. . . he came to spray petals!/


Everytime a girl says hi. . . his face trembles/
but you might find him cruising a paid rental/ through gáy central!!!/


Every rhyme he displays gets booed by strange heckles/
His name temporal!/
PH, my main place. .. but my fame Federal!/
Bottomline. . . this fake pretzel/ ain't worth eight shekels!/

I decapitate vessels/ if Prekky try to play wrestle/
I'm the great General/ that aim pebbles/ and slay several. . .
Goliaths. . like King David from the place Bethel/

Battling me?. . . that game stressful/
I deformulate his ether. . . to methanesulfonate ethyl/
then use it to make methyl/
. . .by reducing his spirit level!!!/


I'm light years ahead. . . we don't keep the same schedule!!!/


Y'all shine like fake emeralds!/
. . but no matter your hate level. .
just admit my monoflow. . . is something that you rate special!/

Monoflow King. . . nothing more to say. . . debate settled!!!/







oNe

Nice going Mikuz, havin some probs with the phone, but from saturday, its beasting time

mikuz: Your raps cheap . .but I write like William . .cos my Words Worth!/

Ibime: but niggas know my words' worth . . . that’s why they coin ma phrase !/

Ibime keeps insisting on faulting my style/
When he keeps retouching my lines/
He always got something to bite/
I leave it raw and blunt . . . with nothing to hide/
. . . so what the hell is he accussing me for?/
knowing you popped a line a used before!/

Ya boys make me agree road?/
You left so many bullet in? . . . so many wordplays too bland to post/
Lay him in state . . . Dbr's line he slammed and stole/
You worry boys . . .plus other trash he wrote/
Oga you better start pushing coke . . .if you think the puns you draft be döpe!/

You talk about your wedding/ like no individual or person/
has ever matched such matrimonial setting/
You're a disaster to PH city . . . better watch ya spellings/
The woman you boast about . . . be who even taxi drivers bed in/
cos you're too ugly . . . give up and stop the repping/ the marriage left you flat broke . . . no story telling/
So market the dvds as well and get them selling!/


Just retire and stop rhyming here/
Lifting lines from Street and Dbr . . . you really the one biting pairs/
only seeing his face/ Irritates me . . .
he better retire and go back to his village/
. . . or I'll axe him in two . . . and give him a splitting image!/

My flame abrutly appear/ to end his dwindling career/
Pace with the speed of an Angel to . . . put Di nigga in Ma-rear!/

I'll be erasing his damn trace/ to have him facing his end days/
. . . so if he rakes in the first place/
I'll decapitate him in a path . . . the only way he'd be making a headway!/

He got no shame . . . the guys a fuçker/
claiming he got a base . . .when we know its only a binary number/

The crowd roar and exalt/ once I show on the spot/
You might be a seasoned vet . . .but Im 'above the salt'/
. . . so to cut the long story short/
Ya career should be over by now . . .
Cos you'll be left with no limbs if your 'gloves are off'!/

You are on a failed course abort the mission . . ./
. . . Ya rhymes fat? nigga you definately need an optician/
Got a pot of gold . . . I make the money burn/
plus my coins got an aroma . . .cos Im in a 'mint condition'!/

I rhyme for fans and you rhyme for gæys/
barber here so its ya time to fade/
Got the Honor . . you know this guy is Made/
The greatest . . . what my title says/
I come with a shine . .
That blind you fakes!/

I spin cut. .that slice earth in quarters/
This Didier rated top-notch. .when I drop in Drug bar!/
Stagger up to me and. .you fall in gutter!/
Cuz. .I lay trap and cheat. .to catch mikey and his brother/
I.ncest at its peak. .bleep you motherfuckers!/
Hold your lane. . .don't even Border/
Behemotic barz . . .like the Wall of China/
Wreck your palisade. . .and every other/
No doubtin' Thomas. .when I drop ma flows/
Best believe. .im best known. .by ma friends and foes/
X 0's on board. .in short, this game. .my tic-tac-toe/
Stitch a timebomb in your throat. .but. .ima bout to blow/
Stopped your flow. . .but my blows. .punch ya nose/
Your Wack. .so I. .crunch ya flow. .always . .when I start to roll/
My barz. .well-aired. .so its best he knows/
I could Groom here. .and still groom him there. .cuz im the Best Man. .that he knows!!/

Fùck you Prekky you got nothing to say/
. . . you'd only get ya self killed once I put my gunners in play/
The nigga got blazed the other time/
. . .only to come back here with watery lines/
Rap paid off . . . a lyrical millionaire/
If we ever missed the P . . . then its a reference to P[b]neumonia[/b]!/
Dont blame you cos you're still a starter/
. . . you cant take weeks to write one verse . . . and still call yourself a rapper!/


I clamp the gecko/ and fracture his ego/
Im who the social network 'feels' . . . Samuel eto'o/

Ya best pace/ is dropping a verse every 10 days/
Claiming you ill with 'puns' . . .only when they are sèx tapes/

Dont even get the sh¡t you writing/ you got me like "what the hell is he typing?"/
My lyrics and bars are the 'Banes' of ya rap career . . . Leighton/

Ya first verse . . . you cant repeat it/
. . . with your Tom Tom flow . . . my guy you really sweet![/b]

streetwize: Now he's bruised and dead/ and they call it a twinning pillage
Cuz a vertical slice to his frame. . . revealed. . . . his splitting image

mikuz:
Just retire and stop rhyming here/
Lifting lines from Street and Dbr . . . you really the one biting pairs/
he better retire and go back to his village/
. . . or I'll axe him in two . . . and give him a splitting image!/

This dude lame. . .Big shame. . .
In same bars, he called Streetwize name/
Then proceed straight ahead to bite from his game!!/
And he can't claim/
that he never knew Street used it before/
cos he spat that in one of the greatest battles Nairaland ever saw!/
It was even a battle he quoted/
And promoted/ when Prekky asked him to post it/
So once again. . . it's highly clear/
This avocado rapper known for biting peers!/

I don't wanna repeat myself. . . but he too stubborn to hear/
that I never paid attention. . . to n'aaan one of my peers/
I spit flows on the spot. . .yesterday, I dropped two in an hour/
so I never reference others. . .to boost my power/
In few minutes, I dropped monoflow so sublime/
but when I shine/ he accuse me of stealing his line/
Claimed I stole his words worth, he just stretching the truth/
But that's something I'd expect him to do/
Check his bytch nature. . mining Rap Wiz net history for a weapon to use!/
I never even referenced William. . . you silly vegetable!/
He never spat a rhyme, that I'd ever reuse/
The difference between our lines is as clear as day/
He named words worth. . . but he never 'coined ma phrase'!



oNe

Ya words only show you dumb and bemused/
cos 'Splitting Image' is an idiom anyone can re-use/
In rap . . . Idioms . . . you free to write it/
The biting/ boarders on how you type it!/
Words worth . . . you know that bar/
only last march/ . . . I popped that . . . here in flow for rank/
Napolean bone apart/ how many rappers have used it?/
To claim I bite idioms shows how you lame and stúpid!/
How many netcees have you used 'plane' to rhyme/
M.I,Terry,OD and even mode nine!/
You brag as if you own English/
If you drop a word no one should use it/
Rap Wiz kept on debasing my verse/
Had to quote him . . . to put the baby in check/
Kept calling me wack/
When hes a big dummy in rap/
No doubt . . you dropped those two on time/
but you battling kids to show you sublime!/
Wize,D . . . you keep biting those brothers/ its plain you dont know your borders/
Storm, Xmen, Lay him in state . . . and a host of others!/
Too much weed . . . its obvious you high on it/
. . . Dj5naira? you even bite from!/
You boost ya power with their shine/
And claim you pay no attention to their lines/
Ibime you need to be put in prison/
Biting pairs with no cool reason/ thats a lyrical treason!/
Your level declined . . . told you to retire/
Saying you never reuse . . .when we all know you're a truthful liar!!/

Im not human. .gave him a mile. .but took the headstart!!/
With ma experience. .even after strollin' a hour. .i'd be hard to catch!/
Ballin' with masters and gods. .that's why ma lyrics. .he can't Match/
And my Art thrills. .that my Paper. .they can't Mash/
I lay beef on furniture that you vegie table!/
Lyrics above Par. .but y'all weren't Able/
Lion King of Madagascar. .but you vegie tarians/
I cross sword with immortals. .like its Clash of Titans!/
Murder you sidewalker. .im no good Samaritan/
But the dude is farmer. .with the seed he plants. .we know his georgic ways!/
I spar biblical oration. .yet I still got . .worldly plays/
He hail mary. .and I hailstone. .what a disgraceful grace/
I dish out Santa clause. . .with a gifted phrase/
He couldn't run the run. .he a clown on track. .he spoilt the fun/
Spend Gees. .like transfer market. .for instance. .Vanpersie. .from Arsenal. .gone/
No amoeba lyrics. .im in the best shape of ma life. .im in form/
So when you see a Madrid pun this d.ope. .like Maggi. .a Real Star is born!/