and where the hell is streetwize?

Thunder not on facebook. I'm trying to change ma nairaland linked email cos I use that email for other things

aite . . So why dont you wanna get on FB? It easier . . And we need ta chat . .

Moment this verse drops . . . ThePrekky will no more be penning after/
. . . cos this biblical monoflow will spontenously end his chapter/
Dude aint fluent . . . even on texts Prekky stammers/
Jehovah El swagger his ecclesiastic owner . . . and Im apparently his earthly master/
He gets called to glory for trading tackles with a deadly rapper/
Im a balling vet doesnt mean I Mercy starters/
Facebook niggas begging me to spare him . . . saying hes already battered/
Doctors screaming he might bleed to death if they fail to wrap his head with plaster/
Ignoble textcee . . . bookmakers call his carreer a sheer disaster/
Prekky couldnt make 'waves' . . . even with an hair relaxer/
Its as if he cant stop forcing rhymes . . . what a petty bastärd/
The last time I held an howitzer . . . he was left severly shattered/
I rep true heads in Niger Delta . . . Prekky repping wanksters/
Had his momma infusing my sp3rmatozoa . . . please dont tell his father/
He got a myopic intellect . . . coppled with an empty swagger/
The guy stopped being romantic . . . cos all his brides turned him to an eccentric maga/


Mikuz a.k.a The V.K

D call me ronnie lasenza,riding n avenza, no sittin on d fence, cuz m movin wiv ma sense,ah'| b home wiv ma fwnds ,ah hope datz no offence? Kuz m amazon queen n m headin tew d sky,ah stay xo fly high..m puttin up dis rap n derz no reversin kus m in it in a minute n ah got no jonzin...yhu can see m on dutty,m savage ,h8az hangin no reverz go get em ready..its d R 2 d Ǿ 2 double N ,I ,Ә.' RONNIE' Dats ♈̷̴̩‎ wen m up ah say jehova noni,n wen ah drive by nobody can harm me,kuz am xo convinced dat ma jehova'z got me.

Like a dungeon dragon. . .I breath flame to FireFox/
You vixens. . .run outta luck. . .like rats chased with Sheltox!/
Crash ya Mozilla base. . .leave y'all with only field to explore/
Lacerate your outer cutaneous skin layer. . .exposin' your inner ventricle/
Branch my artwork. . .spread 'em on every tentacle/
With that feel. . .like an octopus with 8 Japanese warrior blades!!/
Quick Cinderella spin. . .and I fell everyone on sight dead!/
Upgrade your rhyme style. . .and spit what's update/
Engage ya chic on moon rocks. . .there we had our Up-date/
Your fist alone won't save you. . .im that Goro with 4 Zorro knives!!/
Slash off your 10 fingers. . .when I jump & land on ya wrist. .with 1 huge slice!/
Im a hyper UberSocial fellow. . .the dude got no Shadow. . .a shy Lonely brat/
Drug ish from the Diocese. .Septem-bar!!/
I spit Earl Simmons lyric to Marvel cats. . .in short this D.M.X-Men!!/
Even Lagos peeps vouch for ma flawless victory. . .arena tagged Center of Excellence!/
The skill is what your lackin'. . .u'z a complete dunce/
Only time he made love to a b.itch. . .was in a trance!/
Atletico chics. . .never gave him a wink . . .not even 4-1nce!!/

E DON DEY MADT (MY VERSION LOL)


You don dey mad abi?/
say you dey fan FC BRAGA dey make you brag abi?/

Ok . . .

. . . Imagine say Puff Daddy dey sell puff/
Or say make I use shelltox dey talk shell talks/
Imagine where your family doctor dey fall ill/
say If you work for mobil you go dey get more bill?/
Imagine say I go die no come funny/
or say for Conoil dem dey sell corn oil/
Imagine where Obama dey seek asylum for togo/
shey you dey load card to call glo to glo(w)?/
Shey Jonah been no get shoe or sandals/
Imagine for Tv you see Lampard dey do lamp ad/
shey if dey purge on top stool . . . dem dey call am stooling?/
or say if you build story for upstair na storey building/
Imagine say R.kelly know me/
You go vex if daddy showkey no show key?/
Shey you dey madt if you think say this verse no dey flow/
You fit imagine say power plant dey grow?/
Imagine say Soyinka no sabi spell Colorado/
I hear say Oando means owe one dough/
If ten people shun you, you go get tension?/
Shey na Kate or you see hen wey sure dey call am Henshaw/

Shey Mike A-DEwale dey come your house every day?/
Imagine where fly dey fly for Emirates/
Shey if cake dey for pan na pancake/
Imagina say Shina Peters dey do word play/
Imagine say una chairman no get chair/
You fit stop internal bleeding with cutting wool?/
A slave fit do masters for em school?/
Shey your dick na your thing?/
You hear say Ayo na dean . . . you say na iodine/
For here shey Eminem fit bite us?/
Imagine where for night knight dey board night bus/
Shey for this remix I fu2k up?/
Imagine say your boss stop for bus stop/
Shey if you no blow your club . . . you no be fan?/
You see say Jerry wear Can you say na Jerrycan/
Na tom tom?
shey this verse sweet the both of all of you?/
You go buy Maltina for Tina dey think say she go fall for you/

I spit Leon Schuster lyric . .rigid like Mister Bones' !/
My slaughter house . . .marked out to murd netcees. . .home zone/
Noob sabot a shot. .again I Coal'ed it . . .got it re-Tarred/
Pen on stamped script. .lines thick. . .like Visa Card/
Got astronomical lyrics. . . .Sam Song GALAXY!/
Jumbo beef I compute y'all can't solve. .GALA-XY!/
My ace gangs. .floss wine with spirits like Squadron!/
Luminous verses I convey. . .that of Star Comms/
Island Hitman. .iPAD 2 X O's in Peria!!/
I rock 303 top models. . .he flirt with Asha-wo. .and still treks. .got No KIA!/
Tutor him at D-Ivy College. .yet couldn't master the act of freestyle/
Kill ya inner thought. . .ma swingbeat X-Pensive freestyles!!/
I display ma skills verbally. .but he narrates Oral B-ull/
Game on point. .drive killa punches. .when I land . .Sport Utility Vehicle/
U'z a school drop out. .cleanin' windscreens in traffic gridlocks!/
Simple. .but way over your heads. . .the barz I ship. . .ABC TransPort!/

Quick one. . . double-time flow


Me, I be the main man/ with the game plan/
Omo naija. . . even if I dey jand/
Soon as my plane land/ I dey spray yarns/
and exchange slang . . .like say e never tey when I dey ground!/
Chicks dey blow me like napalm/
Even oyibo wey wear fake tan/
Boys wey test me go fail jamb/
Cos freestyles. . . No time to take cram/

PH na ma homebase/ since the old days/
before I show face/ for this cold place/ wey dey snow flakes/
Guys wey dey bone face/ need Colgate/
Make dem smile small . . . Tell them no hate/
Oh wait!/ tell maiguard make him hold gate/
While I drive through at slow pace/
Throwing money for the kids to go chase/
Even some broke guys join tow race/
Landlord. . . una run when I show face/
Una want pay rent at the old rate/
Even when una pay, it's so late/
Ya'll tenants need to cooperate/
I done jack price/ make dem act right/
I know how these bums 'roll . . @sswipes/
All these bad guys/ will get chastised/
Tell em obedience better than sac'fice/

I'm the real deal/ no cheap thrills/
I make 'humble money ' . . Call it 'Meek Mills'/
I'm at the bar ordering refills/
with a white chick popping them e-pills/
My speech ill/ plus I eat crill/
So any niggas beef still/ get deep grilled/

Jew men dey project fear / when I step there/
Ya'll need to log off ya netgear/
Drink Havana club and crest beer/
Dbr think say na shekpe/
Ijaw boy dress fresher than next year/
This vet wear / his best gear / with dress flair/
Bowler hat and a pair of specs yeah/
Walking stick balance me when I step here/
Goodluck. . . ya'll niggas need fresh air/
Louboutin shoes. . . Got the red pair/
I'm a Doberman . . ya'll cheshires/
Ya'll need to grow some chest hairs /
I put ya'll kids in creche care/
Till you respect the vet here/
You be dis and dat. . . I'm like yeah yeah/
Talking all that reh reh/
Fear Fear! / Clothes tear tear/
You worwor. . . Plus you yeh yeh/

No err. .never firin' blanks. . .dart ma shots on point/
Allied up-to-date dopees up to my wrist. . .the way I Hip joints/
Set Upright. .no Fan support .name ma hook. .erectors spinae!/
I scribe Isreali maxims. . .no Jew Lie!/
With friendly lines. .publicly diss-grace y'all. . .in this Foe Room!/
Slash spine in half. .vertical chop off. .reveal his vertebral column/
Beast on his flesh. . .outline the bony frame. . .uncloth his axial skeleton!/
Im focused. .xplode in parts whoever claim ma throne. . .Di-rection/
Drove ma phantom fist in. .pulled his sternum out. .wore it on my Casual T/
Beef you serve. .folds of flesh. .weigh unit equivalent to weed plant. .LipTon Tea!/
Got wave of lines in my mind. .enclosed like a heart in rib cage/
Light-weight chump. .can't hold court. .your legal trial. .only a briefcase/
Tradin' words with bitches. .he's no real head. . .could only Diss Grace/
Victorious err'time. .im ma own competition. .bet its a win race/
Sick of this retards plus their wacky flavors. . .it got linger taste!!/
No goodbye gesture. .slice his thumb off. . .only could finger wave!/

Nice one Ibime,yhu The best Netcee so far

- - - -

How can you call him the best so far/ when hes scared to spar?/
He 'cushions' lyrics . . . only makes him the best 'so-fa'/
Lets know that!/
Got the backing of El Shahdai/ so bleepers who want me dead shall die/
The folks' better than me? Mehn na lie/
I fear no guy/ In the shadow of Jahs' cover/
So right from the Genesis/
. . . my enemies/
have been facing they painful exodus . . . In large numbers/
I relay facts/ as I display raps/
With ya stinky flow . . . ya Nnaji rhymes need a 'Bath'/
This lucid verse/ decease the stùpid nerd/
Put a spanner through his neck . . . and make him lose his head/
His double time flow/ hit an all time low/
You should be ripped with C4 . . . If you think those awful lines will blow/


This sorcerer quick/ plus his bars are sleek/
even convocating students . . . could not pass ma trick/
The g4y needs finance/ reason he plays silly pranks/
Break his knee cap . . .
. . . and make him stand on one leg . . . like he was rocking to an Etighi dance!/
This dude reveal/ what groupies feel/
While wackness is 'stuck on you' . . . like Lumidee/


I skip the basics/ and spit creative/
Ibo guy . . . check my feathered cap/
. . . as i come neat in native/
This gee evasive/ restive niggas should get real sedative/
I wave with a traditional gesture . . . as I greet relatives/
Ph born and bred . . . known from Etche to Lag/ creating trends thats geared to last/
An Amanyanabo in Lyrics . . . The Ichie of rap!/

I rap with lyrical devastation/
And they love the hysterical presentation/
My fact comes from empirical observation/
Easy to comprehend. .no need for physical explanation/
Fans applaud my act. .while you get cheers from fictional congregation!/
Call me Rabbi. .cuz I could leash biblical education/
Mozart of rap. . .check ma classical composition/
Im Ill with the rhymes. . .yours a myth. .medical superstition/
My presence send heads into practical hibernation/
I blaze ninjas with acidic barz. .their face suffer the chemical concentration/
Drop rich vowels with technical intonation/
This is dj5 mix. .best when it comes to clinical integration!/
Synchronize ma beat to perfection. . feel the musical correlation/
Models love my ish to a great extent. .that of maximal admiration/
You call it rap. .I dub this MONO-cle conversation!/

Lwkmd

Ichie . . .

I deal major jabs/and weave punches when I tailor raps/
Got the Gold medal . . y'll are Ocean boys . . cos you play for 'Brass'/

I pounce on this fakes/ and pronounce your ill-fates/
My Bullion van . . put my 'Bills' in 'Motion' . . like the House of Senate/

I spit on-Key . . plus I rhyme clever/ so me? hype? . . Never!/
With your worthless scripts . . you'll need a pad luck to type better/

Im iller than this mothèrfùcker . . its obvious/
Kill the beats . . cos I bring blades to the tracks . . Oscar Pistorious!/

I never lost a battle . . check ma statistics/ Dandy nigga . . . who sprays ballistics/
You lames never owned a medal . . . not in paralympics!/

What will ya be fantastic for?/ when what you spat last is poor/
This Super hero is known to beast niggas . . . now I got a Fantastic Fur!/

I spit biblical chapter. .like an ecclesiastic master/
In this family tree. .im Godfather . .your the bastard/
Flip through my arc-Hive. .never lost in this Rug-Bee league/
Im quick. .Triple Flash won't blaze fast. .I mean 3Gee!/
Game perfect. .No Err. .like Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown/
Alliteration like Karma. .it comes round to go back around/
Chics I move with are like manna. .heaven sent!/
I pen classic. . .and its evident/
I sell top-class and you bought. .like the rear end of a rifle/
Puzzle I construct. .made to baffle/
I don't spare heads, I X-men like an American slut/
So ahead. .we don't look back like biblical Lot/
In this magistrate, I court like Gillette twin-blade/
Always crack ribs cuz I got wit like Val-U bread/
In delivery rooms. .I born like the afternoon sun/
No Bunny tales. .im Hare like a King son/
Im unbeatable. .I beat ma chest on this one. .King Kong!/
I squash heads with killa rackets. . .Lee Chong!/

dey be like bey0unce bitches c0s dey claim dey run diz t0wn//
Their shits never fly.. Fallen angel niqqazz.. Chris br0wn//
i t0p lyk business ventures// s0 high i l00k at emm d0wn//
in real view, am still aHEAD like cr0wn//
Read y'all craps and culd wait 2 see the end//
ya t0mat0 rhyme wack shits never blend//
Be b0astin yhu sppit lines
adding wrinkles 2 ya fl0w 0nly time ur lines mature//
T0tal fl0w a j0ke.. Am like c0me-eddy, mikuz u aint better than amatuere..//
S0 fake dude g0 settle ya RIVAL WACk//
C0s 0nly line yhu can b0ast 0f is ya TRIBAL-MARK//
Yha lines blunt.. Matter 0f fact, dey make n0 p0int//
Syllabus br0ken like an epileptic patient's j0int//
But there's a saying// am always laying//
wacks may gather in plenty am0unt//
But like adding a 13th m0nth 2 the calender, their craps will never c0unt//
S0 u be like wasting ya time ...gsh0ck in dustbin//
C0s 0nly time u culd dr0p bar is wen u quit sm0king//
Yhu aint gat balls .. Empty scr0tum...//
s0 haw u g0n play hard wen i smash 0ff ya brains like tuday is ya d00m..//
S0 like van persey left MAN.U, dude aint using his number 6//

Hehehe.
In dis text game, niqquh i've c0me al0ng away.. n0 street ejaculat10n//
In c0nclusi0n, my n0ti0n/ be t0 cut accr0ss ya dreams// see? Dats bisecti0n//.
Call ya 0ld fagmates t0 help u sway v0tes??//
U culdnt still win a WARFARE//
U's a lame fhucker. Bleachin yaself b4 brawlin PREKKY, u culdnt still WIN A WAR FAIR...//
BIITCH I H0PE U'VE LEARNT YA LESS0NS? N0 TUT0RIALS..

mikuz:

I never lost a battle . . check ma statistics/

This dude tryna prove that he's heavy/ Go check his duel with Prekky/
Just made his battle debut. . . and he's losing already!!!/
Most prolific. . . no be mouth. . .its based on the truth/
Go ask the 20 niggas that I blazed in the booth/
Your punches leave no ache in the tooth/
If battles resolve rankings, we could take it as proof/
that Prekky already determined. . . your place in the group!!/

ahahahaha mehn cnt fit laff. Mikuz am fhuckin disapp0intd

No need to act a maimed logician/ we can relate with ya failed condition/
The only time you moved a-head . . was when ya skull changed position/

The fact that you cant wordplay with comedy/ goes to show you're just nerdy/
You could wänk Murphy's photo . . and you still wont cùm-Eddy/

Moving on to the Prekky battle/
You'll need to quit the messy babble/
I won that brawl . . . saying otherwise is foolish/
cos the fact that he dropped after the deadline . . goes a long way to prove it/
I popped my verse before 4 . . after retouching it at eleven/
He came in at 4 . . peered it and dropped his at seven/
If after 4 . . he spit the said rhymes/
Then why on earth did we put a deadline?/
If a toll gate cant utilize the bills it collected?/
Then why was the damn structure erected?/
If the school no longer pass the knowledge/
You think parents would still send they kids to college?/
So before you claim he axed ma head/
These are questions you need to ask ya self/
Check the thread . . If you'll think Im being rude or lieing/
This Prekky guy should still be nailed for biting/
I caught him red handed . . after tryna play tough and smart/
Cos among the rules . . no BITING was an integral part/
'Never Land like Michael Jackson's Crib' was a recycled ish he bit/
but he was quick to rephrased it after I claimed bit the sh¡t/
He now claims 'NeverLand at Michael Jackson's crib/
But its a fact . . that ^^ line shows what he reasons is cheap/
You fakes are bias . . so I dont blame you both/
Its not a surprise . . you dont see the fake as a rogue/
A chronic biter . . an incarnation of Sauron/
Cos that 'metals up in ya face' line was also bit from Sarosh/

2hrs? Still thinkin?. .perhaps you ain't got brain/
Knew you were learnin' the ropes. .boy, you need to train/
I flip freestyle with ease. .but you flop. . .like dolphins in high sea/
Im active all year. .like an original chip in IC/
Plus im sharp as a triple-blade Wakizashi/
Think you the s.hit. .cuz of ya childish dropping?/
Your about to get flushed. .like Federer dumped out of U.S Open!/
Im like Snoop Dogg in a bath-tub with 3 h.orny models/
Re-kindle ya e.rotic fantasy like reading sex novels/
You rhyme-flex. .but most time. .you just pest/
Im who they can't test. .they even fear to set a contest/
Physically, mentally. .I take on the rest/ deep in the art like gold in treasure chest!/
Scribin' ferociously. .meditatin' thoroughly. . .like monks in Shaolin/
Rest FFR on my shoulder like a one-string violin/
I achieve great feat. . .can't take heat reason you settle for defeat/
Lines from within like heartbeat. . .y'all not fit. .quit the studio skit/
I munch beef like biscuit. . .recruit better retreat. . .give up or get maimed in district!/
Get this. .im ballin' like Nani and Downing/
Quit ya comedic rants. .Mary Poppins!/

sleakid:
Call ya 0ld fagmates t0 help u sway v0tes??//
U culdnt still win a WARFARE//
U's a lame fhucker. Bleachin yaself b4 brawlin PREKKY, u culdnt still WIN A WAR FAIR...//

Ibime:


This dude tryna prove that he's heavy/ Go check his duel with Prekky/
Just made his battle debut. . . and he's losing already!!!/

If battles resolve rankings, we could take it as proof/
that Prekky already determined. . . your place in the group!!/

Take heart son!

....

I dont mean to poison the fans/ but they voiced a demand/
to know why this big baby. . . throwing his toys out the pram!/
Now he employing a scam/ to get the battle voided and banned/
Claiming deadline was 4 o'clock and the boy overran/
But it's Prekky's choice when he land/
Maybe he had network problems when deploying his LAN/
This dude is so fake/ making excuse for show sake/
Wetin come concern your battle with toll gate??/
Theres rules to fighting/ This aint the first time that you lose to titans/
then cry wolf. . . and citing . . your usual excuse . . of biting!!/

Fact is, you aint ready to wear the crown/
There's no excuse at the top. . . when niggas tear you down/
My battle with Malthuss. . . I dropped hours before/
did the same with Sauron and still pounded his jaw/
Ya first attempt at battling was a big letdown/
Poof!. . . there goes ya claim to being the best now/
Ya pillow cushion lyrics had no intent to harm/
You spat it like you meant to charm/ and prevent alarm/
You unloaded weaker hits/ with flow that seemed amiss/
Claiming he "cushions" lyrics. . . is that supposed to be a diss??/
Look. . .dropping slick wordplay might generate laughs/
but when you battle, you need to disseminate facts/
and belittle ya rival, with vicious intent/
Keep ya delivery tense/. . .with strong punches that finish events!!/
After a whole week, you came with soppy flossing/
Go check ma battle with DBR, how I left him in a coffin/
Addressed him as my son, leaving fans with no doubt/
that my rhymes and his dont carry the same clout/
You just flossed at Prekky. . .ya points barely marked a stencil/
but when I park ma pencil. . . every bar is hard and vengeful!/
Ya punches was as weak as my grans/ and didnt speak to the fans/
You lost son. . . admit it. . . take defeat as a man!/

...

I dont have the intention to leave you covered with fear/
but if you push me . . Ill have ya days numbered in here/
You need to be rattled and gunned/
For you to ask I concede in a battle I won/
When you re-lost the second time . . . did you accept defeat?/
Now you saying Kuz should bow to the head he slit/
Used to have reverance for you and stuff/
until you started to slack and argue this dumb/
Never can you win guys/ with ya clueless and cheap lies/
Preaching to me about pencils and punchlines/
when you lost twice/
to streetwize!/
How come ya punches against him had no effect?/
Fake as$ nigga . . you deserve to be stoned to death/
Dude repeatedly blurred ya eyes with the blow/
You not even ashamed . . after he made you lose TWICE in a row/
The fans dont care about Malthuss or how you ravaged his chin/
They want to know against Street . . why you never managed a win/
Ist battle he smashed ya head in pieces as he pulled ya cap off/
Then you accused him of being generic . . . with lies you couldnt back up/
2nd battle . . he made sure the fùcker paid/
After the defeat . . he claimed his lines were overplayed/ and reused/
What wont he say each time that he lose?/
Fans this fans that . . when they always greet ya bars with boos/
You accused him of lifting and recyling/
but he told you same thing I said . . .
"The typing/ depends on how you type it"!/
If you dont know how to go about the stigma/ just jump or drown in a river/
Cos at the mention of his name . . we see how you face down and shiver!/
I got that brawl by a no-show/
Decapitated him . . next ya head would follow/

Supreme lyric I bust . . .make all heads bow/
Im cool with the flow. . . I make dumb nerds wow/
Still brutal. . .make 'em lie in state/
Sell d.ope crack. .which they buy in crates!/
Chief of commandoes. . .I power rangers/
Fire unendin' shots like tower flamers/
I spit volcanic phlegm. . .and fire blazers/
Ambigious skilIs. .I rain torrentz. .plus I shower sprayers/
Call you a minute man. .cuz you wouldn't last a single set/
Murd you and ya ghost. . .dub it a double death/
Attack in 3's. . .I won't fall for ya triple threat/
Im who they dread. .cuz I drop big wave that ripple shreds/
When I start to pen. . I make the people fret/
Im a cunning player. .you sexin' grannies with feeble b.reast/
Tiny temple. . .don't have a home. .bury self in weavil nest/
Im a huge vet. . .and your that little pet!/

what naw huh??

The truth is bitter ... Alomo/
Yhu needed beef wen u aint done with kpomor/
Now u got served like tennis/
If ya pencil aint gat wat it takes to draw guns/ then of wat use the pen IS?/
Now u up with a silly a excuse/ how the deadline was misused/ knowing too well u were lyrically abused//
Dude grow up and accept ''defeat''/ cos u were born with it//
The line u took as the illest was 2 weak/ take it to the naija peak/ t'wont even blow like bodyguards acting sick//
Yhu aint done with ya previous issue/ like how PREKKY's punches made ya brain missed you/ put it on sleakid.. u lose another pound of tissue//
Twas meaningless u enhancing my wordy/ making it sound gayy by saying ccum-EDDy//
But the flow was on point like ya girl's nippy/ so if its a brawl u seek for/ dude i be like ya God! ... U better dont WAR THEE//
They say its gud to 4get the past and move on// but if i should put u behind/ then its another sin(scene)//
Cos like putting ''cereals'' in a pot of soup, yhu's just a stupid ''being''//
If u cnt accept ya lose as a man/ then be the Biittch You Are/
Cos u were never real frm the onset.. I can feel the Litch You Were/
Saw ya statistics... All ya records broken in just a single palm/
Yhu made no waves.. 0nly verse u spit d0pe was a recycle of psalm/
cos real sshhits dnt stick 2 ya head like a niqquh skippin cram/
And punches made no ''effect'' like u did that crap with a bad cam...

Peace..

I Rap /better/
So fly buh nor be Dana I /Charter/
Ya'll don't know Wassup Only valencia know the /~Matter~/
President Of balling,no Step /Blatter/
Rhymes smooth like i use a /Blender/
I'm Like David Cus What u've seen,i've already Saw/(saul)/
10 inches plus dont try me When i /Ball/
Ma Flows Sounds 9ice like i gat a beef Wit /Ruggedman/
Germany Punches.....i'ma bout to Feel Lip(Philip) lyk /Lahm/
Hill(ill)Flows I'm so /Benin/
No Geography buh i'm Good Wit ma Comic "Reliefs" lyk i waz Mr /Bean/
Hard punches,Breakin Every /Chin/
James Bond I'm lincensed to /Kill/
Aint no Movie buh i'm actin Alongside Wit Mikuz,so Ya'l /Chill/
Ibime aint gat The Power anymore.......He's like Barth /Nnaji/
Sleakid So dull,i bet He still Write On the /Margin/
Busted Like Flat tyres on a Fast /Lane/
Guess U need A Wheechair Cus ya lines So /Lame/
Even If ya The NBA President........Ya Bars Still Wont Best ma Murder Lines in /Court/
dissin Ma main Man mikuz Waz an /Insult/
Deadly n Cool Flows more like a /Mortuary/
Bigboys Talkin and Ya not always there 29 /Febuary/
Modric ShÍT........Come Lemme Coach ya(croatia)/
Mikuz is ya God so Dont /WAR THEE/


BleSS

Lolz!

Smh

mikuz:
You not even ashamed . . after he made you lose TWICE in a row/

Lwkmoo!! Oya
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Mik comparin his 'cushion spits' wit wat I tabled?/
or saying that Ibime's booed/
na Jealousy go hav him 'green all over'. . . fayrouz!!/
'Prekky this, Prekky dat' . . .ma name rules/ gracin these verses like rlly Great hooks/
floored him in our NL battle and told him to play good/
still the recluse. . . blatantly refused/
. . .to cut his losses and Stay put!/
claimin I bit from Rosh, Nass abi na Ace Hood/ or maybe Jay too?/
lolz. . . u must be crazed dude!/
he here claimin he shoulda won wit his 'delay feud'/
or some other silly excuse/
but if his words are always truth/
aw come Mik neva told you guys. . . Prekky also beat him on Facebook?!!/
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Lwkmoo
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See link:
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