I said how many syllables not how many words so just Answer the simple question and stop posting Ibime's arguement wit Sauron for me :-|

ThePrekky: I said how many syllables not how many words so just Answer the simple question and stop posting Ibime's arguement wit Sauron for me :-|

na me go teach you how to count syllables? Go back to your primary school teacher and ask him. Besides what has this got to do with the argument?

I agree say I go go school go learn. . Thank you sir but jus answer. . Your answer'll prove to me If you'r worth d arguement or not. . . So Mr Mikuz answer

When you keep dodging my own questions?

Which question did u ask that I didnt answer?

mikuz:
thunder why does 'all is' not rhyme with 'non are'?

sonny . . I never intented to mono rhyme that o . . "All is" was from the bar before "floss and shine" o . . Read and understand my nigga

and the syllable count was equal . . Note sylable COUNT not SOUND . . You confusing yourself
But . . Una don spoil this thread . . It's aite jor . .

You claim 'just as' rhymes with 'uncle' and 'banging' rhymes with 'wanting'.
Give us a link to prove those claims.

abeg o . . Wanting doesnt . . Wont . . And 'll NEVER rhyme with BANGING . . . . Only with naija ascent which is not correct

it's : WANTING, ONE THING . . FROM TEENS . ON SCHEMES . . . GUN SPINS . ON HIM . . Etc . . But never to be rhymed with BANGING or it's family . .

Ok Mikuz. . . By lookin at Thunder's post I'v understood wat u are sayin about the bangin . . . wanting own
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Ok i'v searched it in d dictionary, thunder is right, mayb its not officially pronounced like that but where i'm from, that's how pips pronounce it and its also seen as correct if u use it in a pidgin track so u dont blame my using it here.. Its d accent
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2. I said 'just as' would only rhyme wit 'uncle' in a vocal verse when u say it fast while puttin the other rhyme Ibime used (that i'v forgotten) that ends both words to cover up for it..much like eminem does but on its own, JUST AS and UNCLE has nothin rhymin bout it except its first syllable and in a text verse multi scheme, its considered forced at its least..
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I'v answered both ya questions so now answer mine

I dont answer crank questions.

Lol.. I thought as much.. D almighty Mikuz cannot answer questions relating to syllable counts from his own verse.. No p
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Dude you'd wanna visit this link sharperly https://m./115168061849220?view=permalink&id=464340583598631&m_sess=soz7WVtX-PFQXQ9oe&_rdr#464382673594422 I wouldnt want to copy and paste its contents here for your rep's sake

I see . . .
kids on the prawl.

Make una leave matter.

Reason I told you guys not to battle in absence of credible voters. . . you start judging each other.

Same reason you shouldn't comment on each others verses on FFR. . . just drop and keep it moving.

Both emcees are skilled enough in multi's. No need for nitpicking.



Whilst Monoflow minions argue about who monoflow the worst, Monoflow King would have posted some monoflow audio to end all monoflow debate but Plunder.com swallowed up all ma monoflow audio files and I have no back-up, so make do with the text version of ma monoflow exhibition on Exhibit D:




The road is narrow/ but my foes are cold and shallow/ so Im loading barrels/
My bow and arrow. . . broke ya bone and exposed the marrow/
Im Moses, Pharoah/ A chosen Afro. . .
Known for composing holy carols/ with the soul of a sparrow/
Behold my apparel/ It’s fit for a King/
When Im singing a hymn/ The wisdom I bring. . .
. . rock ya boat. . . like full masts. . . with a shift in the wind!!/
If my verse dont glisten and bling, nigga listen again!/
. . . pay heed to the scripture within/. . . let in sink in ya skin!/
I don’t care if you live in the gym/ with muscles ripped to the lim/
Ill give you a blistering fist to the chin/ thatll condition ya peripheral vision to spin/
I’ll flip in a min/ and draw ya blood with the prick of a pin/
. . . then deliver ya limb. . . in a ribbon. . . as a gift to ya kin!/
The position I’m in/ is to manoeuvre my troops/ in pursuit of the loot/
Y’all calculate ya money. . . but I supercompute!/
I spit truth in the booth/ though Im rude and uncouth/
Faggits scooping his poop/ cos this dude is a fruit. . . and a loser to boot!/


I blame his gay parents/ his fans stay jeering/
. . while Im raising the roof. . . like walls. . . thats weight bearing/
My pace searing/ cos Im moving at speeds that you couldn’t place gear in/
. . .not unless you wanna break ya steering!!!/
You think your mate is caring/ and you make the greatest pairing/
You space staring. . . at work , wondering how her day is faring/
Quite romantic!/ but you’d be hype and frantic/ with ya face flaring/
If you could see me at your place, tearing . . .the lace she’s wearing!!!/
I fight with the spirit of a great Barbarian/
Racist Aryans/ flee when I make an appearance/
Im space peering/ communicating with Aliens
And they tell me the date of invasions nearing/
They need me make a clearing/ but first I need to take the bearing/
That’s the danger that I place this sphere in/
Cos Im homicidal for real. . . and Im way past the stage of caring/


Im hearing many 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 stats. . . . so lets table the facts. . .
You say that Im wack/ but no debate I can rap/
cos. . . Im off the hook. . . and you were 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 put ya phocking 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 ever fall asleep in my chair/
In a season of cheer/ I find no reason to share/
I tax niggas. . .and not even Caeser compare/
I defeat ya career/ so it's me that you fear/
I give birth to ya depression. . . when I breed ya despair!/
I instruct you how to rap. . . and my teaching is clear/
cos niggas need an e-manual. . . and Jesus is here!!!!/


Phock a back and forth/ I grab a sword/ and slash ya chord/
I flow remote control. . . standby. . . as I channel thoughts/
My hand was forced/ cos niggas refused to pass the torch/
Y’all faggits softer than Asher Roth getting his salad tossed/
Im a man of war/ you’ll get blown in seconds/
Rappers make bold confessions. . . till Im loading weapons/
I dont entertain gimmicks/ or rappers with lame lyrics/
And my verses are fly. . . cos I spit in plane English!/


Im sick with the nouns/ to the tip of my brow/
Married to rap. . . so every verse I spit is a vow/
Got intelligence that Martians mirror/
Pierce ya heart and liver/ with a dart and quiver/ Pardon mister/
Nigga/ Nigga/ my dogs in the pits/
I stand between the sun and earth . . . and cause an eclipse!/
In a coliseum/ I fought for freedom/
against an all seeing/ horde of demons/ and horned legions/ and defeated em/



Yeah its quite frightening/
I drink white lightning/ to make my night brighten/
We used to fight fair, but now he’s Mike Tyson/
and I like fighting. . . . but now. . . . I might knife him!/
I fight Vikings/ Pirates and Buccaneers/
I don’t phocking care/ as long as Im tucking flares. . .
. .in my back pocket/ A mack rocket/ make his @ss hop it. .
back to his pad. . to shut his door. . . and padlock it!/


Man stop it! You killing em right now/
I think its fair to say they feeling it right now/
I illuminate minds with the lyrics that eye drop/
Cos when the light stops/ the blind get led by a Cyclops/
My raps ignite/ when I fracture mics/
bring wax to life/ even under candlelight/
If You aint feeling the fact, I got the bragging rights/
Then go phock yourself like a hermaphrodite/


My mic devour/ At the righteous hour/ when I fight the power/
Dropping bombs. . . . like Dwight Eisenhower!/
They better hide and cower/ when Im gripe and sour/
‘fore I strangle em. . . and dangle em. . . from the Eiffel Tower!/
Im the hardest trooper/ sparking Buddha/ and massaging hooters/
Sharper than the shooter. . . that martyred Martin Luther/
I process Mathematical steps like Cauchy-Euler/
And I always bring The Final Solution. . . like Nazi Fuhrers!/
They say Im Moctezuma/ The Greatest ruler/
I tutor/ women on the Karma Sutra. . .like Jacob Zuma!/
Orally. . . you claim seniority. . . but rap horribly/
So morally. . . . my superiority. . . gives me authority!/
I rap zanier/ and attract mass mania/
From fans that pack stadia. . .from Arabia to Tazmania!/

Niggas rhyme wanting and banging plus type 'so so trash him' in a monoflow still dey boast on top.

Enough talking . . .

16, monoflow king.

I dont answer crank questions . . . Im known as a guy of class/
Carbonhydrate dudes claim they on Pro things . . . but I dont type for wacks/
Prekks tryna speed up things . . . his creeping rhymes gon' crash/
Spitting Senate flow . . . its apparent he bites from NASS/
Dropping 'so so trash him' . . . dude must be so high on cracks/
Rhyming 'wanting' with 'banging' . . . In English . . . he got an F9 or pass/
Got it all . . . there's nothing this Icon lacks/
. . . fry your äss/ then spray ya ish with Royco . . . cos its seems you cant spice your raps/
Got that cash flow . . . with papers that pile on racks/
Rock Carrot Jeans that trip the ladies . . while the swines on rags/
ThePrekky got nothing going for him . . . we cant even tell why the minor brags/
Penniless boy . . . I saw him carrying his clothes on nylon bags/
I spit weaponised speeches . . .y'll know my phylum blasts/
. . . so before I load my howtizer . . . he better fly to mars/
I never could fight empty handed . . . nigga I bring Iron bars/
So its best you plan a trip asshores . . . or seek asylum fast/

So so trash him General.

Why you no ask 'em if wanting and banging rhyme?

So so so so trash him.
My guy dey stammer for text monoflow too.

@Mikuz. . I admitted to my misconception, kid.. Learn to Man up! Anyways I'm done wif ur childish personne

ibime: I stand between the sun and earth . . . and cause an eclipse!/

Good Gaawwd! Seriously wheneva you drop d track, I'd like to hear all this on a beat.. Like wtf?

OH DANG!!!! . . Ibime Ibime . . . . . That was some do:pe shit . . . You don inspire me . . .

b.t.w . Ibime, gimme your FaceBook ID abeg . . .

Explicit multi-tutorial!!

mikuz:
are you confused? Why you dey change your posts?
Will you stop exposing ya weakness?
Those lines you quoted didnt come this same bar.
frontal ceding = 4 syllables.
up crew, even = 4 syllables.
ThunderStorm told told you this before. How can you jack individual lines from different bars,stick 'em together and expect them to connect?
Prekky you need help. Even Dj5naira aint this dumb.

Guess this nick is stuck deep down in his subconscious.

Spit intelligent flow from ma Fountain of Knowledge. .dub me EKITI chap/
Multi-string ideas . . .fine-tuned like pedal harp/
I scribe scientific tact. .check my Lab Oratory!/
Show my Dexter-ity. .with ma pen and pad. . .no Laboratory/
Im D1 black nigga. . known for entertainment. .like Keke in Primetime/
Overwhelmin' greatness. .beauty at its grandeur. .flows sublime/
Spar torrent. .heavy enough to fill earth to its brim. .and SEAMAN/
I flick combos. . .murd double with with ma lethal poetry. .Di-verse/
Killa lines. . .make Kenshi's go green with envy . . .like twenty naira notes!/
You spit venom?. . . my barz well immuned. .got the antidote!/
Only time you ignite spark. . was when I induced charge/
Your so anonymous here. . even with your ID's on the Street!!/
Cannibal act. .bring Beaf and I be ready to eat/
This pro pop big crisp. . . .you Cons flake!/
So hot. .took a dive in Chad. .and vaporized Lakes!/
Ya rhyme scheme don't allign. .they quark like proton/
Im why they can't hold office. .they discharge. .infact Elect Run!/.
Tongue flickr clit. .till it rose to attention/
Sacred Act. .merge her juice with mine. .Holy CumUnion/
Kittens shudda been scoopin' milk. . .before you see a Catholic/
Y'all won't pull stunt on this page. . .even with a backflip!/
With more smarter lines than y'all faculty of reasoning!!/
And more flavoured flow. . . .like that of curry seasoning/
I proclaim mystery. .that unravels the untold/
If they claim this vet got flu. .then its a Procold!!/

Gat a new title guys. Call me The Venomous Keystyler from now on.



Now lemme see your hands up . . . like this . . . . Yeah . . . like that*

16, monoflow




He started it all . . . hes now down to something sober/
Claiming he'll beat me if we call in voters/
Look boy I do rap for fun . . . sometimes I act a complete Joker/
He takes everything serious . . . cos hes a fuçking toter/
I spin lines thats esoteric to stun this homer/
I fight him on net and offline . . .
. . . send a trojan virus to his 2600 . . . that deletes all his folders/
I keep the rhymes coming . . . hes doing the talking so far/
So so trash him General . . . his levels' dropping lower/
Heads know he stutter with the flow like he a coughing smoker/
. . . Its no joke I do it better . . . so we aint rubbing shoulders/
Over doing it . . .he tryna come in bolder/
But then . . . I weaved punches that unequivocally knocked him over/
Prekks treks . . . but Im sporting Rovers/
He couldnt even give a girl a lift with his rusting skoda/
See he also owns a vespa too . . but hes only the lucky owner/
. . . so if he boasts about it, Ill set it ablaze after I turn it over/



Mikuz - The Venomous Keystyler(V.K)

dj5naira: Guess this nick is stuck deep down in his subconscious.

aboki keep deceiving yourself. When will you start doing monoflow?

mikuz: When will you start doing monoflow?

Rhetorical question.

ThePrekky: This Mik a$$ be hollow rapping/ anywhere Ibime goes. . .mik follow am in/ we look at him. . .and we gettin some homo marking/ a$$ fúcked so wide. . He borrows napkins/ ma bars alrdy schoold dz known hò's a$$ clean/
his reasonin blunt. . . . I'd hav also helped in gettin d bozo sharpened/
but too bad. . .'he's stil runnin from d ring'. . . . . Frodo baggins!!/
Ill giv him sum solo spankin. . .cos he dunno ah thing/
Miks jus 'fake wit d puns'. . . like he b 'modo acting'/ he recycle Ibime. . .turn & accuse me, then leave us all so asking/ what exactly this holme is wanting/ cos when I said I'll "hit him from behind". . . We all saw how d bro was thankin!/
Ima bring goons to so so trash him/ cut both his arms in 2. . . .& leav him 'forearmed' like he's goro acting!/ I giv him and his co some spankin/ before I cut d bro on Independence day. . . .nd split this colloquial kin/
. . . . .for his colossal sins!/
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-Huhh!-

Lets bring liveliness to this ^^ verse.

Ok guys lets go . . .

The venomous . . .

16,monoflow

Its hard to comprehend what this broke folk mapping/
He must be mad to think we felt all those scrapping/
He got a poor sense of judgement . . . little wonder he hold no fading/
Lie him on a bare floor . . . and so so trash him!!!/
Niger Delta's lyrical militant . . . even got Tompolos' backing/
Elevate cyphers that leave you mofos clapping/
Always spotted around 'whores' . . . they say its a polo gatherin'/
. . . heard ya wife did a cameo on a pornö sampling/
All ya chicks left you . . . now you owned to wankin'/
. . . all because you got speech impediment,evident in ya mono rapping/
You got flaws all over . . . ya steam also slacking/
But Im the "Dikeh" of keystyles . . . niggas cant jib my Tonto capping/
Strip all his titles and give the bozo whacking/
His 'misconceptions' by now must be having the dodo smarting/
My bars Fab-yo . . . the way I leash you a Grosso spanking/
Drop lyrics Alanta style . . . with an Azonto branding/

Lets do something different . . .

16, Free . . . .


Every line this nigga phrases is flawed/
He says hes dop3 . . . but we've never seen him build a narrative before/
He says no netcee in NL can go with 4/5 syllables/
. . . when obviously all the multis the guy spits are bull/
I hail Ibime . . . he starts calling me his wannabe . . . plus all sorts of trash/
But we all saw how he praised him . . . dude cant even wait for him to drop on track/
Taking me to his peers on FB . . . only shows hes silly . . . / really/
Goading ThunderStorm to screen and jib me/
Postulating hes better than me instead/
so he should be hardly scared/
You dropped the words for 'em . . . you didnt link the multis/
. . . so some were like "IT DIDNT CONNECT" . . . what bleeping dummies!/
ThePrekky before you came to NL we know how wack you sample your sh¡t/
but we improved you . . . though the [size=20pt]'so so trash him'[/size] scandal was a bad example of it/
You firrt dropped a killer flow but ya level started dropping/
. . . you started learning the ropes now you lightly balling/
With respect to the battle . . . you was the one who stalled it . . .
. . . You dont understand what a deadline means . . . hows that my fu2king business/
I made it clear . . . drop anytime on Friday . . . but not later than 3 or 4 PM/

[size=50pt] Dj5naira dont worry God will see you through.[/size]

mikuz: [size=50pt] Dj5naira dont worry God will see you through.[/size]

He can't. I poked his eyes out : )

I balance ma mid flow. . .and never spit here and there/
His barz not blazin'. . .its clear he lacks Flare!/
I trade lines with immortals. . .this rabbit Bugs bunny/
His tales are cranked . . .like Woody in Toy Story/
I blast like stadium speakers. . .he only chirp cricket sound/
Ima Lion King . . .he just a one-month baby Dachshund!/
He's stucked. .medula locked in a plastic tube. . .SUPER GLUE/
And his lines? . .huge joke . .like that tiny mickey mouse. .in Disney World 2!/
Ninja assassin. . .to silent noisy neighbours in this City/
Models Maintain on my bed. . .cuz this Olu NAWti!/
Cash flow. .when I handle ma stanBic!/
This head full of lices. . .and it literally means his rhymes doesn't Tick!/
Heads roll. .when I swerve across. .my Bey Blade/
So ill. .my lines need retro-viral drugs. . .they got AIDS!/
Attack from all corners. .and lay offense at him/
Spray cyanide. . to wipe out him and his team/
Band his team to a stake. .throw stones and make mockery of him/
Im spittin' fact for real/ this ninja dishin trash from dust bin/
Hes not ill. .he got rash. .measle-infected since when he was a teen/
Tact from a pro. .you cough phlegm. .and need Benylin/
My verses Wordsworth. .compared to his catholic hymn!/