Ibime:



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!!!/







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phraze: Dj5(u r a 5naira emcee i am worth alot in dat same currency, poor kid, lol, just jokin)

ThePrekky: Yea i'm d lord in rhymes/
If Ib say I dont drop in time/ den obvious ma last jab's on his mind/
. . its cos ma spit's undefined/. . & ma sh¡t surely grind/
but we kno Ibime 'charges his own pants'. . . to claim his 'undie-fined'!!/
so I suggest u 'fasten' now cos I'l rhyme for 40 days. . . & forty nights!/
haruna shyt. . . take a 'luk, man' & git phockin blind!/
cos you droppin shayt/ fulla sloppy writes/ all forced n' slime/
pls frikkin stop the rhymes!/
I suppose 'ex am' cos we already 'mock' his grind/
he a waste of 'spies' so schoolin him's like silly maids . . . .Im only burnin 'thyme'/
. . .on ma d¡ck, ya shawty wine/
& usin d monoflow as xcuse 2 trolley lines. . . .brings nothing fine!/
read ma lips. . .like a gud lasso. . .I sed its knottin fine!!!/
Ibime falls short wit time/ he'll get laundry dried/
he rich? But like buyin d left side of a boutique. . .he nt shoppin right!/
he'll be cropped behind/ crossed wit nines/ if he resort to mine/
like epidermis of desert or country pines/. . . I block his shine/
& that shockin rhyme. . . .is wat d 'cots' wil 'sine'/
Bleep! wats wrong wit ma cloggin mind?!/
sorry. . .I meant. .d courts will sign/
& if he tink his thoughts b prime/
. . . .ma 'concussion' rhymes/
will leave his 'brain in a maze'. . . & "con his mind"!/
I'm a god in my. ./
zone~ blessed wit thoughts refined/
. . .and @ the same phockin time. . . . cursed wit nines/
coupled wif drops divine!/
I train hard. . . Im 'tough bred'. . . un-levined!/
he claim PH. . . wen he's brought up in crime/
so if he wanna 'cement' hz name. . .writers 'block' is all dz bruv 'll find/
and if eva his retarded thoughts meet mine/
ma goring knives. . will hav his "brain thor". . . .faster dan Odin's-mind!!/
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#YouJustGotMono-servedBytch

mikuz: nice. Guess you should work on your end rhymes.

ThePrekky: Yea i'm d lord in rhymes/
If Ib say I dont drop in time/ den obvious ma last jab's on his mind/
. . its cos ma spit's undefined/. . & ma sh¡t surely grind/
but we kno Ibime 'charges his own pants'. . . to claim his 'undie-fined'!!/
so I suggest u 'fasten' now cos I'l rhyme for 40 days. . . & forty nights!/
haruna shyt. . . take a 'luk, man' & git phockin blind!/
cos you droppin shayt/ fulla sloppy writes/ all forced n' slime/
pls frikkin stop the rhymes!/
I suppose 'ex am' cos we already 'mock' his grind/
he a waste of 'spies' so schoolin him's like silly maids . . . .Im only burnin 'thyme'/
. . .on ma d¡ck, ya shawty wine/
& usin d monoflow as xcuse 2 trolley lines. . . .brings nothing fine!/
read ma lips. . .like a gud lasso. . .I sed its knottin fine!!!/
Ibime falls short wit time/ he'll get laundry dried/
he rich? But like buyin d left side of a boutique. . .he nt shoppin right!/
he'll be cropped behind/ crossed wit nines/ if he resort to mine/
like epidermis of desert or country pines/. . . I block his shine/
& that shockin rhyme. . . .is wat d 'cots' wil 'sine'/
Bleep! wats wrong wit ma cloggin mind?!/
sorry. . .I meant. .d courts will sign/
& if he tink his thoughts b prime/
. . . .ma 'concussion' rhymes/
will leave his 'brain in a maze'. . . & "con his mind"!/
I'm a god in my. ./
zone~ blessed wit thoughts refined/
. . .and @ the same phockin time. . . . cursed wit nines/
coupled wif drops divine!/
I train hard. . . Im 'tough bred'. . . un-levined!/
he claim PH. . . wen he's brought up in crime/
so if he wanna 'cement' hz name. . .writers 'block' is all dz bruv 'll find/
and if eva his retarded thoughts meet mine/
ma goring knives. . will hav his "brain thor". . . .faster dan Odin's-mind!!/
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#YouJustGotMono-servedBytch

mikuz:
get my drift?

ThePrekky: Yea i'm d lord in rhymes/
If Ib say I dont drop in time/ den obvious ma last jab's on his mind/
. . its cos ma spit's undefined/. . & ma sh¡t surely grind/
but we kno Ibime 'charges his own pants'. . . to claim his 'undie-fined'!!/
so I suggest u 'fasten' now cos I'l rhyme for 40 days. . . & forty nights!/
haruna shyt. . . take a 'luk, man' & git phockin blind!/
cos you droppin shayt/ fulla sloppy writes/ all forced n' slime/
pls frikkin stop the rhymes!/
I suppose 'ex am' cos we already 'mock' his grind/
he a waste of 'spies' so schoolin him's like silly maids . . . .Im only burnin 'thyme'/
. . .on ma d¡ck, ya shawty wine/
& usin d monoflow as xcuse 2 trolley lines. . . .brings nothing fine!/
read ma lips. . .like a gud lasso. . .I sed its knottin fine!!!/
Ibime falls short wit time/ he'll get laundry dried/
he rich? But like buyin d left side of a boutique. . .he nt shoppin right!/
he'll be cropped behind/ crossed wit nines/ if he resort to mine/
like epidermis of desert or country pines/. . . I block his shine/
& that shockin rhyme. . . .is wat d 'cots' wil 'sine'/
Bleep! wats wrong wit ma cloggin mind?!/
sorry. . .I meant. .d courts will sign/
& if he tink his thoughts b prime/
. . . .ma 'concussion' rhymes/
will leave his 'brain in a maze'. . . & "con his mind"!/
I'm a god in my. ./
zone~ blessed wit thoughts refined/
. . .and @ the same phockin time. . . . cursed wit nines/
coupled wif drops divine!/
I train hard. . . Im 'tough bred'. . . un-levined!/
he claim PH. . . wen he's brought up in crime/
so if he wanna 'cement' hz name. . .writers 'block' is all dz bruv 'll find/
and if eva his retarded thoughts meet mine/
ma goring knives. . will hav his "brain thor". . . .faster dan Odin's-mind!!/
.
#YouJustGotMono-servedBytch

ThePrekky: Yea i'm d lord in rhymes/
If Ib say I dont drop in time/ den obvious ma last jab's on his mind/
. . its cos ma spit's undefined/. . & ma sh¡t surely grind/
but we kno Ibime 'charges his own pants'. . . to claim his 'undie-fined'!!/
so I suggest u 'fasten' now cos I'l rhyme for 40 days. . . & forty nights!/
haruna shyt. . . take a 'luk, man' & git phockin blind!/
cos you droppin shayt/ fulla sloppy writes/ all forced n' slime/
pls frikkin [/b]stop the rhymes![/b]/
I suppose 'ex am' cos we already [/b]'mock' his grind[/b]/
he a waste of 'spies' so schoolin him's like silly maids . . . .Im only [/b]burnin 'thyme'[/b]/
. . .on ma d¡ck, ya [/b]shawty wine[/b]/
& usin d monoflow as xcuse 2 [/b]trolley lines[/b]. . . .brings [/b]nothing fine![/b]/
read ma lips. . .like a gud lasso. . .I sed its [/b]knottin fine!!![/b]/
Ibime falls [/b]short wit time[/b]/ he'll get [/b]laundry dried[/b]/
he rich? But like buyin d left side of a boutique. . .he nt [/b]shoppin right![/b]/
he'll be [/b]cropped behind[/b]/ [/b]crossed wit nines[/b]/ if he re [/b]sort to mine[/b]/
like epidermis of desert or [/b]country pines[/b]/. . . I [/b]block his shine[/b]/
& that [/b]shockin rhyme[/b]. . . .is wat d [/b]'cots' wil 'sine'[/b]/
Bleep! wats wrong wit ma [/b]cloggin mind?![/b]/
sorry. . .I meant. .d [/b]courts will sign[/b]/
& if he tink his [/b]thoughts b prime[/b]/
. . . .ma 'con [/b]cussion' rhymes[/b]/
will leave his 'brain in a maze'. . . & [/b]"con his mind"![/b]/
I'm a [/b]god in my. .[/b]/
zone~ blessed wit [/b]thoughts refined[/b]/
. . .and @ the same [/b]phockin time[/b]. . . . [/b]cursed wit nines[/b]/
coupled wif [/b]drops divine![/b]/
I train hard. . . Im 'tough bred'. . . [/b]un-levined![/b]/
he claim PH. . . wen he's brought [/b]up in crime[/b]/
so if he wanna 'cement' hz name. . .writers 'block' is all dz [/b]bruv 'll find[/b]/
and if eva his retarded [/b]thoughts meet mine[/b]/
ma [/b]goring knives[/b]. . will hav his "brain thor". . . .faster dan [/b]Odin's-mind!![/b]/
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#YouJustGotMono-servedBytch

ThunderStorm: Ok, . Lemme join the crowd

The sound of ma voice/ bring crowds from their box/
turn their hands to revolvers . . ..and they give me . A round of applause/

drown on ya flaws/ . When ya blunder forms/ i murder scums/
try to ride my flow . . I'l throw lightenings . And you get killed by thunder-storm/

put my mind to tha beat/ . As i find dudes ta eat/ who listened to the truth . . And lied through their teeth/
cos they so slow, i would race pass them . With a titanic anchor . . Tied to ma feet/

so while you nigga bluffin/ i'll cause traffiic jam . .as i beat ya cousin/
and ya leaders' coffin/will be deep and not clean/Fill it C-4 . . And watch him blow . Whil am Cigar puffin/

take his b.itch and f.uck in/ with my finger rocking/
and finally "watch the animal migration" . . The zebra crossing/

for he thinks am nothing/ . But am bigger for him/
cos i got a stronger shark for the sea . . He wont breath here . . He got a weaker "dolphin"/dull fin.

Am a killer of beings/ i go sicker on schemes/ on you eaters of beans/
so if you wooden your verse . . I still will be quick ta knock in/

ThunderStorm: yo, . . . Lemme keystyle a little.

Ibime thinks his Writtens are real sh.it/ . But leave him ta think deep/
deep down, he knows he wont last a second. . . . . When am given a minute/

he breaths in and sneez quick/ . . . . gets sick while readin ma lyrics/
cos each bar stresses your body and mind . . . . . And weakens ya spirit/

now he's thinkin that his sick/ . . Cos i taking shots at the weaklin that he is/
he'll want to make a call to glory . . . . . But i wont give him tha digits/

battle me? Nigg please,ya sh.it's weak/you never rhyme pass 3syll, and still think he's tha illest?/
i've done . . And still "beat your odds" . . Till ya evens are weepin/

^^^that was pure monoflow so stop all your bluffing/ . .your not tough on such scheme/
cos you could "factor physics" . . But still have no "force of punching"/

heard you're married now? To a w.hore? Of what genes?/
well, if you EVER be a father, . . . Can i have . . Some of your puppies?!/

Ibime: Im the most requested. . . King here!

Ibime:



Im the most requested. . . King here!



I aint got time for cats who talk wack/
He spat his bored raps/ with crap and false facts/
Now sit back and contrast/
how I enact a bomb blast/
and detach his ballsack. . . when this jackal jaw snaps!/

I spit facts his thought lacks/
Smack this poor/ tag along cat/ . . cos I'm the champ. . . and all that!!/

I dont have to draw gats/ to blast his thorax/
but this jabberjaw fág/ will collapse on contact/
when I grab his short áss/
and drag on floor mats. . . like a flaccid dollrag/