I'm da Real Shìt so don't blame if i mess Around/
cuz i spit electrified lines.......1000 farads/
so 'ill' cuz i've 'been in' this game......ikpoba/
stay fly,faster on the wings....ikpeba/
spittin bars like a Steel company/
Always at ma Defence cuz i'm d realest MAN in da CITY......VIncent Kompany/
Gay rapper......Thought I waz a Pùssy so he Wanna Give me Milk/
Fùck ya ignorance......Like a Poultry farm,i still gat many Chicks/
Millitant Flows....the game is my Creek/
Countin Mills like ma First name waz Meek/
I'm so hot like Chelsea Gin,i can make ya 'Liver pull'/
Endowed with Swag and class......nigga i can school You/
So phuckin Raw like WWE Wrestling/
I Flowsick but doin it in a Lowkey/
I know i already gat u tremblin so are ur legs shaking......Daddy Shokey/
Dj5naira bars don rusty.....Nigga need to drink HCL/
You still wont be `seak` if ma nigga removed the L/
Pharisee nigga Cuz like a sabbath day u aint always `heal`/
Now in Uniben so like a Jamb Form i can't `Feel` you anymore/
Like the entrance to ma House.....nigga u so `Dull`/
He's only a Vet When he's gettin sick Animals/
Can't flow on a beat even if he waz a Friend to Kas/
Only time he did well on a HOOK,is when he's fishing in Riverine Carnivars/
Even if he practice Psalm 119,he still wont spit many bars/


BlEss

quick one..
This guy better check mah star/ before he calls him self master//
Else i've be forced to add computer/ to his head so he think faster//
Way back wen diz thread was dead/ where was the effing nerd?//
I spat to bring it back to life/ along side with dj5//
While diz bbitch was last seen 2months ago/ shameless ffag with ego//
i was and still the sshit/ i deserve respects for what i spit//
When sleak emanate sick flows/ only time we saw the c0ck crows//
From nowhere u ran out from ya hiding place/ ur a big disgrace/
U cant keep it real even now and then days//
My ill verses inspired u/ after ibime's wackness retired u//
my tongue highly inflamely.. I kept the fire burning/ plus always quick to "delivery" like bbitches borning//
Naw u talking about cred/ what more lies u hav to say dat we havent heard//
Ungrateful bbastard/ we shuld have ya back battered/ for turnin a rretard overnight//
Tryna pay evil for good.. Thinking twill make u tight?//
Mehn admit it ur wack/ and even limes dnt slack/ like diz ffag//
He culd have all the "TRAIN-in" but it wont still produce ddope tracks//
We all know IBI is ya mentor/ but like a handless vendor, We never see u both drop punch-smack//
If itz beef, i'l be quick to give him a lunch-sack//
And make him "bow down" when i hit to give him a hunch-back//
My style is ffucking ddope/ am high like a drug addicted pope//
The nerd need understand am past his level/ and hotter than the devil//
Underground rapper../ have SID cloned with wax he still wnt be tighter//
go ahead.. singularise the "MALL-T"/
But like droppin the 20th letter, niqquh itz still "FALL-T"//
Am the king of diz clan../ I rule.. Sorta even ya girl is my fan//
Coz we've always seen her blow the man//
The streets in need of my sshit so i give em wat dey wanting//
monopolic niqquh.. U only come up with one thing//
U spit rhymes dat are more religious dan Quran//
But am devilish.. i terminate verses dat made the pro ran//
If u were to flow on dictionary, we still wuld find meanings//
Coz u so off point.. "11" of u put together still wnt be "winning"//
Ya flows weak.. U spit wack../
Am sick.. I spit crack..
One

Krizzkutz:

dhen waht am i?
#k0nFuze.

sleakid: quick one..
This guy better check mah star/ before he calls him self master//
Else i've be forced to add computer/ to his head so he think faster//
Way back wen diz thread was dead/ where was the effing nerd?//
I spat to bring it back to life/ along side with dj5//
While diz bbitch was last seen 2months ago/ shameless ffag with ego//
i was and still the sshit/ i deserve respects for what i spit//
When sleak emanate sick flows/ only time we saw the c0ck crows//
From nowhere u ran out from ya hiding place/ ur a big disgrace/
U cant keep it real even now and then days//
My ill verses inspired u/ after ibime's wackness retired u//
my tongue highly inflamely.. I kept the fire burning/ plus always quick to "delivery" like bbitches borning//
Naw u talking about cred/ what more lies u hav to say dat we havent heard//
Ungrateful bbastard/ we shuld have ya back battered/ for turnin a rretard overnight//
Tryna pay evil for good.. Thinking twill make u tight?//
Mehn admit it ur wack/ and even limes dnt slack/ like diz ffag//
He culd have all the "TRAIN-in" but it wont still produce ddope tracks//
We all know IBI is ya mentor/ but like a handless vendor, We never see u both drop punch-smack//
If itz beef, i'l be quick to give him a lunch-sack//
And make him "bow down" when i hit to give him a hunch-back//
My style is ffucking ddope/ am high like a drug addicted pope//
The nerd need understand am past his level/ and hotter than the devil//
Underground rapper../ have SID cloned with wax he still wnt be tighter//
go ahead.. singularise the "MALL-T"/
But like droppin the 20th letter, niqquh itz still "FALL-T"//
Am the king of diz clan../ I rule.. Sorta even ya girl is my fan//
Coz we've always seen her blow the man//
The streets in need of my sshit so i give em wat dey wanting//
monopolic niqquh.. U only come up with one thing//
U spit rhymes dat are more religious dan Quran//
But am devilish.. i terminate verses dat made the pro ran//
If u were to flow on dictionary, we still wuld find meanings//
Coz u so off point.. "11" of u put together still wnt be "winning"//
Ya flows weak.. U spit wack../
Am sick.. I spit crack..
One

@ bolded. Kim how does this guys' egregious spelling/vocab/diction not irk you? You disappoint me oh. I'm sure you are one of those chicks who inexplicably fall for all these mumu gala sellers and mechanics with stinking jargons as these.
@ Sleakid . . .which one be monopolic? Borning? . . .

Anyways. .
Amanyanabo of Rap . . .

Is this how you brought this sh¡i back to life?/
With these crappy and boring mono-syllabic rhymes?/
Ya postulations are 'shots in the dark' . . what you speaking is light/
How many rappers have we seen praising ya quotes?/
or even hail you as dop3?/
No title ever 'suits' him . . so lets make him a coat/
Sleakid is lame/ phuck the ish that he claims/
If hes tryna bring 'Me-stress' . . he shouldnt forget . . Mikuz never 'Misses' his aim!/
I'll only get the whor3 defamed/ for tryna despoil ma name/
Hes 'self-contained' with being average . . while I'm making the hall of fame/
Gee is a gawk/ his lyrics is phucked/
The 'black-bored' us with his last verse . . please give him a chalk!/
Hes the dryest guy we've seen/ don't know why Whytes liking him/
He makes the fans put they candles up . . .
. . . but I make them put they 'lighters up' . . like Lil Kim!/
I'm really the guy thats balling/ we not on same plane . . I'm on a higher calling/
Hes a chef . . so thats why he keeps the fire burning!/
Dummy fäggits tremble/ when I cause harm and dishevel/
hes feeling feverish . . thats why he thinks hes hotter than the devil/

Three days ago I was snot nose/now feeling like I'm just grown/
Intending to crucify [/i]rappers if I reach a carreer [i]cross-road/
Pyroclastic . . hot flows/ but one thing y'all must know/
I dont exchange [/i]blows with minnows ever since my [i]stock rose/
All the folks with a doubt/ I'v just broken they mouth/
Leave they carreer so cold . . next is a frozen account/
I make a tourney reach a fever pitch/cos I'm for ever sick/
U rappers has no balls . . but u acting like some clever d.1cks/
I never quit/ snatching and p1mping girls if they men's nerdy/
Have her drinking with politicians . . cos we in the same party/
I stay sparkling/ at the top that's why I look down at all of ya/
Trying to reach my height . .trust me it's a tall order/
I ball harder/ i should be pele/ but I'm shooting pellets/
Top 3 . . Ema prince will make the list of dudes they select/
I don't think fit/ wrestling with rappers that's been weak/
we not making movies . . but this here is the King's speech!

1 gaze at yo bars and I just hiss/ your verses define what weak really is/
This what you call DISS?/ or a love letter written in different piece?/
I'd be feedin' you Milk . . . cuz your wackness is still at its Peak!/
Your not ill, browsin' through ma posts . . the only time you Seek/
Stuff yo mouth with electric cables . . and get 'shocked in the teeth' / like Godzilla in Paris district!!/
Claimin' illy boy . . yet your pun has never 'been in' place/
In a chameleon belly, where this fly shudda been placed!/
This troll should have his throat clarified/
You would never spit deep even with your Bass amplified!/
Your always at The Fence . . but ma barz scale through/
Plus each one of his chicks . . all sufferin' from bird flu/
With a click/ my armies came through . . to blow up his base and creeks/ not sparin' his cliques/
No doubts . . your so Meek & Wick/
You spat right in the seconds . . but it never ticked/
Hot like Gin? That's so cold . . damn it/
Im way hotter than yo girl's p.ussie on heat/
This thing will never learn even with a 'class of its own' ! /
Phockin' Mr Raw? Boy, you're on your own/
No comparison, im dopey/ and for that gayish act . . i'd have you imprisoned like Loki/
Your a failed scientist as well/ so Spreadin' HCL won't make ya Sheet Excel/
Your now in UNIBEN . . purchasin' pre-degree form/
The ninth time you buyin' that . . . your brain is really deformed!/
You just got me confused fella/
Between yo'self & your house entrance . . . dunno who's duller/
Your the reason hiphop is dead/
No Storey, I stay on top . . im aHead/
You keep swingin' at the bottom . . monkey Tail/
Guagin' the strength of ya phoney bars . . . . its still frail!/
Here's another advice . . don't derail/
Hit the nail on the head . . spare me the details/
Droppin' Madrid poo in Spain . . . thinkin' you the Real s.hit?/
Clean yo'self up . . you phuckin' faeces!/

. . .


Ninjas wanna tear ma name/ with a smear campaign/
claiming I'm wack. . but nekked truth. . he's the one that wear that shame/
and his flow can't clear that stain/ so he bear that pain/
while I share champagne . . . with those who fear ma reign!/
I roasted every peer that came/ near ma flame/
and Streetwise paved a way . . but I repaired that lane/
so revere ma fame/ lest I air that frame/
From what I brought to the table. . . you better cheer ma name/


I've ruled with majestical splendor/ and a sense of adventure/
Sleakid could never win votes from any elector/
Been on the throne four years by the end of December/
Obama of FFR. . . it's my second semester/
and I’ll hijack democracy . . . when I'm extending my tenure/
And go for 'third term' like OBJ. . . cos I set the 'agenda'/
My raps get better and better/ cos I’m an intelligent fella/
So if you like my 'reign'. . . when you thumbprint. . . you best press the 'umbrella'/


I might send him some cheddar/ even lend a grand/ if he amend his plan/
'Inspector gadget'. . . I give alms. . . when I 'extend a hand'/
cos financially. . . he aint got no leg to stand!/

I might even give him money to ascend to jand/
then send haram/ to blow his plane. . .as it descends to land/
Claim he doing school clearance . . . lets commend the man/
but I suspect he scammed/ his entrance JAMB /
cos with his grammar, there's no way he could have read and crammed/ for his end exam!/
How much cash did he place in the Uni rectors' hand/
We won’t believe he’s holding certificate. . . unless he sends a scan!/

Like Mike pointed out, none of his raps distinguished/
cos he lacks in English/
and he tryna clash with linguists/. . . so his chapters’ finished!/
My ill, literate rhymes would do homie some harm/
for spitting Plantashun boy lyrics. . . that he wrote on the farm!/


He’s lacking flavour/ while I write rhymes for the fans to savour/
He ain’t a grand debater/ cos nothing that he draft is major/
How could this massive failure/. . . even rank. . . in my class and cadre!/
This rancid hater/ better stop his bad behaviour/
before I send goons to harass his neighbours/
Storm his whole compound with a gang of invaders/ and Maverick Sabres/
'Wolves in sheep clothing'. . . we classed as 'ram raiders'/

I'm no procrastinator/ . . he dissed me. . . I’ma answer later/
Afterall. . . I'm just doing his @zz a favour/
Landlord shiii. . .Im too busy stacking paper/. . . and looking to land an acre!/


Chicks wanna relax in my chamber/ I 'lay ma bed'. . . and romance a stranger/
Cos I excel on 'spread sheets'. . . while he a masturbator!/

Sleak get drowned in a fjord/ for facing insurmountable odds/
His best bet. . . is to grip his 'rosary'. . . and 'count on his Gods'/



oNe

mikuz:



@ bolded. Kim how does this guys' egregious spelling/vocab/diction not irk you? You disappoint me oh. I'm sure you are one of those chicks who inexplicably fall for all these mumu gala sellers and mechanics with stinking jargons as these.
@ Sleakid . . .which one be monopolic? Borning? . . .

Sleak should be arrested, no difference tween him and boko haram terrorist/
He spits english jargons,'grammatical boko haram activist'/
Sleak's wackness is second to none. He needs ''brighter grammer'' textbook/
He was shocked, i was referring to laptop, when i said i am on ma notebook/
Dude from bayelsa,expect a let-down in his grammer, a la patience/
Mikuz said it all, sleak's grammatical bomb, can kill 100,000 audience/
battlin da mofo, itz like comin ground level, like crashed airplane of dana/
Am happy real heads could see through, the person is still a learner/
He cant reach da top, put him on tha mast, punch n throw him down/
Ya never solid in this game, already evaporated, nothin like a melt down/
He repeats lines as if there is propagation delay in his empty brain/
DJ5naira failed to teach the kid, da rap basics, he should be in chains/
Aint wicked am here to mock somebody, not to murk sleak's already dead body/
He does n't belong to da top echelon, khimwhyte should know he is a nobody/
Niggas said da troll has been dissin me around to gain recognition/
I asked em to leave the pauper, he will run when he sees da ignition/
Dawgs, give this nuisance some time, after 5years, we give him free shows/
Before then, if i see anything leakin,sleakin, i break his damn nose/

airmark:
Dude from bayelsa,expect a let-down in his grammer, a la patience/

#iKonFuze
#PATIENCE?

school tinx gat me shyin away bt ima pen down sumtin tomorrow.
Haterz i see y'all
One

Moment you diss me in a verse . . a war is on!/
Unstable in this thread . . switchin' off & on/
You pest, appearin' as guest . . peepin' on & on/
You keep fluctuatin' like christmas tree light/ bitchin' & mumblin' jargons . . still can't fight/
In the open . . . you'll lose out in real street fight/
The only thing that Rocks Steady is your wackness . . in broad day light!!/
Got no style of writin' . . none to pay you attention/
Flippin' through gay magazines . . only time you got an Ad Diction!/
Airmark should be placed in a sack/ he's wack/ he lacks, plus his rhymes slack/ like limes in packs!!/
This Kevin Little wanna take on Huge Jackman/
1 big foot up to crash down on this beetle man/
I speak high-level languages . . . you lack the BASIC!/
My acid lyrics tops . . yours elevatin' you to the bases!/
Got iceberg of butter in racks? . . one Hit, and you'll melt down/
This Gen. is lackin' diesels . . to blast this showman/
His verses slope . . its on a run down/
You ain't pennin' nada . . but Season's greetings and compliments/
Another U.F.0 on the loose . . . . with no continent/
Kill you with passive tenses, and predicates . . no complements!/
His punches won't start . . even if he fuels his fist to ignite 'em/
Or places Alicia keys to restart 'em/
Your pics got no profile . . but that of hoes/
Is that a gay standin' akimbo or your ex Pose?!/
Son, touch yo toes/
He's feelin' the pains in dose/ suckin' his thumb with catarrah pourin' from his big nose!/
He keeps running his mouth . . so we'll ignore his rake/
But I could make the fool stop when I hand brake!/

Ibime give me your mobile number.

Like Tonto, when i say ''HI'', you dead, coz ''it's ova''/
I make the grounds shiver/ you run helter skelter/ you cant recover/
I play with millies, DJ will go unclad ... just for 5naira/
I am so bright am da spotlight ,you cant be detected, pinhole camera/
Caught him bitin ''Big pun's'', a shocker to his weak spines/
boxin glove on ya head, knock it off da wall, hard punch lines/
Ya da first monkey with mo-hawk,like benin-ore road, you always suck/
eclipse flows to your mind, ya sunshine turned to darkness, yeah i rock/
Ya rap is old school, 2pac's(two packs)/ am new school, i gat ma 6 packs/
Yours wont be an exception, no rapper got well after ma attacks/
When i said metro, mofo asked ''why did i meet Mr. Ro?''/
He's sleak's real father in wackness, yeah, he's a pro/
Niqqas said am lyrical giant, my punchlines, full of abracadabra/
I laughed it off, just startin, realer than igbos from anambra/
You cant have it back, you’ve eaten it, that was ya cake/
You meet a black mamba, yours is a dead snake/

mikuz: Ibime give me your mobile number.

Holla me by PM lemme screen what you got to say before deciding whether to hand out ma digits.

Your School Buzz got no Magic/ plus twas a no flow show . . so static!/
This lame dame/ been spittin' plain, his game stays same/ nothing classic/
You failed at your pathetic attempt/ even 'the ground trembles' at yo earth-shakin' wackness/
With your comedic rants . . . and your mere lean words/
Got no Nairas to stash . . . Helen 'Poor' !/
Truth is/ I see No Air like Chris & Jordin/
I'd have yo beef crunched like Millies Cookies!/
I illume planets . . but you, circle of light drawn on a small area/
No balance, no stance . . . even yo thoughts waver/
This negro should be bleached for his Hypo Thesis/ that I bit from Big Pun . . . and all his micro guesses!/
Plus yo timid lines & punches . . Ultrasoft as Always/
You would never stay this fly . . . pilotin' Nigeria Airways/
This mammal should be caged in a zoo/ his skeletal structure . . . fits that of an Orangutan baboon!/
I bring darkness to his base when this Heir Clips/
Amongst several blackouts . . . and blows from ma fierce fist/
I tutor this nerd . . . yet he never learned, not even a thing/
Do I have to keep repeatin' the same thing?!/
Like Isaac, still pennin' Old Testaments . . no New Thing!!!/
Readin' yo writeups . . . we've seen Bean's incarnate/
Only differences . . . one scripts Kiddies Joke on internet/
In this Crash Team Race . . your just Tiny Tiger more or less, a cub/ and im that Komodo Joe . . . dub me the boss!/
I market not with fakes . . . claimin' they go realer/
Only in Planet of Apes . . we see you, Go Realer/

Before the race starts, it's pathetic you've already lost the baton/
Sleakid is laughin, it's ludicrous you still want to run/
You lack innovation, thats why you cant do without biting/
''Go realer'' ? thatz Chinaydu's, you will soon bite hollifield, like Mike Tyson/
Every mc wanna battle me, to gain recognition, even Dj5naira/
it baffles me, he should prepare for his funeral/
When you said ''I'm looking at my own eyes without the mirror'', you must be cuddlin a monkey/
Your face reminds me of monkey in ''drunken master'' by Jackie/
Your head and long neck look like raisin ma knuckles up, da champion/
I am unshakeable, stand tall and strong, am on mount zion/
Talk of rappin skills, ya dont come close, ya need to dot ya Is/
I'm ''His royal highness'', i have a queen, but dont have or need a vice/
My punchlines striking hard, Niggas bite dust and wanna bite them/
Ma verse is well-packaged, Dj cant afford to buy da item/
Gave da mofo a range thinkin he is a rover/
Dude not lyrically pregnant, how will he deliver?/
mofo repeating same word to make them sink and rhyme/
ya should remain at level of lookin for songs to mime/

Tis a fact i'd clearly restate/ you are lame like that man at The Beautiful Gate/ beggin' for donations has been your fate/ + your such a pathetic waste/ couldn't stand the test . . . . see how your resignin' to fate!/
You should be sent back in time/ cuz you pen lyrics like Robert Bell in Kool & the Gang!/
Quick to renovate lines that'd already been overused and flogged/
You got Wheat . . reason you come out Flawed/
In audios . . you'd get no applause/
You'll end up damagin' tapes, cuz your such a broken record!/
Even with Madrid puns . . yours won't go Real-er/
And restin' your palms on yo chest doesn't make you King in Kong/ so you could go ahead and start hyming song/ or whoopin' like that Gorilla!/
Googlin' his name shows no result/ so he lied when he claimed famous/
Yo rap game alien, and yo career . . . on a descendin' course/
You should be wrapped in a polythene purse/ flung outta earth like a discus/
Yo set-ups weak/ built with LEGO bricks/ 1 punch will collapse it/
Let's pardon the slave for his jargons/
My royal cracks placed his brain on that highness/
Doesn't wanna lose his job . . nigga is committed to this s.hit/
He keeps fanin' the throne even when i'm not on it!/
This dude is so emotional . . even his punches soft-hearted/
Your lyric won't be this Yori'ed . . . with yo rhymes enclosed in Brackets!/
Your no good in this game . . my worst lines would flush your best act!/
Shipin' DHL parcels . . . the only deliveries your best at/
His wordings won't allign . . . typin' with an organiser/
I'd make him Re-Tyre/ when I panel beat him . . . like a psycho vulcanizer/

The false statements are dry/ but stil d nerd dont need a bed to lie/
Claim fly/ ya cheap "lice" none culd buy/
Carry sleak for head.. Dude i be dada?/ ya father/
U culd never git diz high even wit ya legs on ladder/
Like bbitches, dnt let me repeat flows/ just to please foes/
Coz i once said i got more "quotes" dan banker shows/
So like ashawos/ u beta start diggin my sshit like h0es/
Mike is lame/ plus his boring craps all same/
hitting hard on ibime is the only time dis ffag dnt miss his aim/
Am ffuckin hot/ and punches leave u hurt/
U wuldnt wanna feel my wrath/ like C4 in "nickers", am the bomb "inshort"/
So best behave/ before u rep ya grave/
Nobody's tryna tear-ya-name/
Truth is dat u wack bt only wear-the-fame/
Like pastors i spit the truth.. Yea-u-lame/
I tried to clear-the-stain/
but u never accepted defeat so its best streetwise's punches pair-ya-pain/
Sayin d vet paved a way. Dats a lie u culd stare-ya-lane/
We all saw how "catarrh" dropped from ya nose like u rared-lil-wayne/
He beat u hands down.. Even in ya dreams u wuldnt dare-his-name/
i knw u'l come with silly excuses and wack-flows/
Making lames like mike think u gat "punches whyl u lack-blows/
U culd smack-those lil rappers bt like wh0res sippin ice, ya lyrics dnt shark-h0es/
Even MARK-knows u aint gat verses... the ffag-knows everytin bout him is lame..

Yo airmark.. Stick wid ya level.. U think am gone come down to ya class and pen sumtin for u?
Niqquh goto the NEXT-BIG-TEEN and play wid ya "PEER-GROUPS"

One

Sleak na which skul u dey

sleakid: Yo airmark.. Stick wid ya level.. Uthink am gone come down to ya class and pen sumtin for u?
Niqquh goto the NEXT-BIG-TEEN and play wid ya "PEER-GROUPS"

Don't be a whelp. You think you rap better than Airmark?
Any rapper who says ya raps are nicer than that of Airmark should be stoned to death. If not for anything at least he's got a better diction compared to the horrible jargons you always spew. I rather read raps from him, Nosa,Keri and Dj than read the gibberish you write.

If you can't spar with Airmark cos you stùpidly think you are above his level then na me go come dey brawl with you?

Anyways here is for you to measure ya height . . .




It takes him days to spit his lyrics/ when I do it in 10 to 15 minutes/
but if he says hes running sh¡t in school . . then it means he's sprinting feaces/
so we aint speaking finnish/ when we say Sleak is finished/
Hes scripting 'Patience' grammar . . maybe he does his writtens in clinics!/

But its a fact I do Queens' English/
cos Im on the throne . . and that I won't relinquish!/

Ya auto-tunes are just something absurd/
but my audios attract cheers even from pundits abroad/
Prolific writer . . who 'author'-tunes . . that the audience applaud !/
E'rrything about Sleak is boring and flawed/ but my lines are phocking adored/ cos I'm a better logician/
coming back after days to spit ya usual unlettered diction/
You kept on 'shifting dates' . . like you was 'changing ya calenders' position'!/
He better go on his knees in a benediction/ before I let affliction/ grip him and disrupt the fella's mission/
I'm making radio 'waves' . . . to air his television/
I'm showy and mean/ he couldn't cope with the stories I spin/
plus the space between us . . he can't 'Close-up' . . my flow is Macleans!/
They know me in every albion/ cos I spit ill on any verse I rap on/
Never been a winger . . . always a defending champion/
Hes texting jargons/ so I prey on him like a fiery falcon/ and dislodge the joker/
With the kinda injuries I left him with . . he would never re-cover . . like warring soldiers!/
he should bleeping watch his shoulders/ cos nobody feels the dumb rhymes he pens/
so if you got peeps saying you good . . You best put ya shirts on . . and cut 'ties' with 'em!/

Mike keep decieving yaself.. I knw my level in here.. Oya stop trading bars wid me and try it wit airwack if he's ddope.. Bloody lair

mikuz:
Don't be a whelp. You think you rap better than Airmark?
Any rapper who says ya raps are nicer than that of Airmark should be stoned to death. If not for anything at least he's got a better diction compared to the horrible jargons you always spew. I rather read raps from him, Nosa,Keri and Dj than read the gibberish you write.

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Don't mind the lil boy, he begged me to battle him, so he could rise/
I go for his masters, dj is da next to be murked by ma goons n spies/
F00ls keep using overused lines, they are not better than scavengers/
I always hit you, ma target, even employ more defenders/
Dj on journey of no return, yo better tell ya siblings good-bye/
like Romney talking behind his red tie/mofo gat no feathers to his lie.../ it will never fly/
My world is full of innovations, loser still biting chinaydu's ''GO REALER''/
Like sleakid, his akpan, mofo is lyrically dying,there's ''NO HEALER''/
Relishin this moment, the first time i'm communicatin with you, a monkey/
Ya keep ranting at the locked door, yeah, i hold the lone key/
Dj5naira bites lines like vampire/ sleakid washes his shitty attire/division of labour in their wack empire/
A thorough check on picture of dj/
he is an hiv patient battling with life, for temporary stay/
What lebron james is to NBA, is what i am to battle rap/
I soar past opposition, even rap legend duffs his cap/
Its a pity ma opponents rap in primary/
Niggas asking where are those i battled?, they forgot nairaland has a cemetery/
I gat to keep sleakid and dj5naira/like malouda and paulo ferreira/they must obey ma commands as the General/
I will ride sleak as my donkey, at the next Lagos beach party/
dj''the agile monkey'', will be thrillin ma queen, safari/
I will smile amidst salutes, while greeting all and sundry/
A beautiful triumphant entry/




Airmark 2012

Pen sshit for my class/ wen ya ddopest verse/ culdnt match my wackest bars/
Saying airwack is sick/ and spit better than sleak/
u culdnt come beta 'Lil prick/ ur the next big 'TEEN' like peak/
Niqqaz knw my metaz ill/ and i throw punches at will/
Aint tryna claim a 'ssucker's tactics' buh i also gat the 'mic skill/
U is washed up and brushed up/ u quick to drop?/
Now tell me how ya lame lines gon take u to the top/
Talking bout titles and ranks/ when prekky steadily battered ya head with planks/
The dude made u see stars on facebook in jst a single round/
and still gave u a flawless victory on ya ground/
If given another chance, he'l disgrace u again/ and make u feel same pain/
U aint sick... All ya organised battles wack/
We'all knw the winner of NBT goes to the ffag/ coz in return u'l git a ssperm sack/
Claim vet.. Ur a disgrace/ how many niqqaz have u won in dis-place/
Like legs in ya lips, u only running ya mouth/ but always come a looser in any bout/
Sleak aint used to defeat/ with wat i spit,/ niqqaz knw am the sshit/
Flow sick they knw i murd datboinazz dats why dey refused to judge/
Keep the hate bbitches.. Am a pain in da bbutt so y'all die with ya grudge/
Plus we all knw mike dint show up coz he cnt win me/ even with a double he/
In one way or the other y'al av said sleak is ddope/
Bt still i dnt give a ffuck like an impotent pope/
All diz trash niqqaz talkin abt me only only tryna give my name a stain/
U shuld knw i come prepared like roman soliders so Ask warplay, valiant, safari, dey know i bring pain..
One

sleakid: In one way or the other y'al av said sleak is ddope/
Bt still i dnt give a ffuck like an impotent pope/

sleakid: My style is ffucking ddope/ am high like a drug addicted pope//

sleakid: See mehn am the bomb/ yhu niqqaz dumb//

sleakid: am the bomb....... sorta boko-haram twin/

sleakid: U wuldnt wanna feel my wrath/ like C4 in "nickers", am the bomb "inshort"/

mikuz: Son you get enclosed in a coffin/ cos you absolutely disgusting/
You're the bomb this . . You're the bomb that . . Boy you unequivocally boring/
Don't you have other writtens to ink?/
must you keep repeating one thing?/
You have a very big problem . . and it isnt funny/
Now hes saying "ball like kanu" .. . next he'll spit "ball like Yusuf"/
Or "ball like Okocha" . . . Is this brother a göof?/

Next he'll say :
You best believe Im ddope/
cos I rule christians like pope//

or :

What you rapping is dumb/
but Im like the Taliban . . cos am the bomb//

Big disgrace!

Run-ya-mouth son..
Leggo
U never gon’ be 'heard' even if u were a crew leader/
Always sick when I spit it off the dome whether gimmicks or lyrics/
Stick to the thread displayin more skill than the cup of nations/
Keepin’ u glued to ur screens like teens while toying with their playstations/
Hiphop’s slowly dyin’ like aids patients on ARV medication/
am revivin’ it with lessons, it’s not science but still free education/
I’m so legit, before postin’ a wack verse I’ll cut off my own wrists/
Sick with metaphors & pack ruthless punches like Jet Li’s iron fists/
On point like throwin’ darts while keepin’ this thread together like bolts & nuts/
Too powerful with words & infinite skill u wouldn’t measure using volts and watts/
Close to Ali, yes I’m that great, my lines are unforgettable like birth dates/
Elevatin’ like death rates/ & still don’t give a ffuck like timid virgins on first dates/
Ain’t no nairalander iller, I got more ddope lines than Mexican drug dealers/
So raw with verbal heat even traditional healers/ couldn’t keep it more realer/
So nod ur head coz u like how my sshit sounds,/
Ffuck verbs I now spit nouns/
Stayin' tru to the game while mike fakin' it like bbitches on the fifth round/
U betta look up to me, I'm like that tree that never break branches/
Ain't no cook but I still roast beef betta than ur local steak ranches/

Mike 4get say ah dey stoop low to ya level.. U wack i swear.
Idiot

Smh . . .

mikuz:
Don't be a whelp. You think you rap better than Airmark?
Any rapper who says ya raps are nicer than that of Airmark should be stoned to death. If not for anything at least he's got a better diction compared to the horrible jargons you always spew. I rather read raps from him, Nosa,Keri and Dj than read the gibberish you write.

Stone me : )

This guys' anonymous/ and his lies conspicuous/
Only time you rose to Fame/ was on MTN Project game/ where you showcased yo lameness on air . . . which were of course, stupendous!/
I blast his ego with Pat's lyric/ hurt his feelin' till he can't take it/ makin' him feel lugubrious/
The mister is bitter/ envies ma educational skills . . . now hes 'goin' for his Masters' !/
Your a jester/ wouldn't pen ether/ in this Laboratory . . . even if you were Dexter!/
You keep spittin' Akpoche lyrics . . . your so worn out/
You won't wax long . . your candle stamina will burn out/
Riddle pun I throw out . . bewilder yo squad to fall out/
You don't squirt rhymes b.itch . . you only C.um here!/
If punches were clothes . . yours would be placed among Soft 'wears'/
Observe carefully the way he scribes/ hes not rappin' but . . . beggin' for banana in disguise/
Truly, this baboon is on for life/ and don't try to fool us with yo pic . . . your only wearin' a Mask!/
Quickly removed his photo moments I stated this facts/
We won't get to believe him . . . 'till he uploads his profile pics back!/
We won't forget what he did in NBT/ with firm big teeth/
Took a megaBite at a complete article and emptied it!/
Your claim that you ball like Lebron was lame/ your slices still remain as Blunt as James!/
I don't care the rants made by this tout/ the only Legend we feel . . . is handlin' that Extra real Stout!/
Beefin' me is somethin' you'd regret/
The pupil will feel it in his Jaw when this Stu Dent!/
No Inception . . the drowsy fella had better wake now/
And those that assume General, I Specifically take down!/

dj5naira: Stone me : )

U dey mind mike? Hating like under 8 kid..

What wont dey say bout me? Sleakid diz, sleakid dat.. Wack, lame, he aint tight.. Sstupid Baby haters...

mikuz:
How many rappers have we seen praising ya quotes?/
or even hail you as dop3?/
No title ever 'suits' him . . so lets make him a coat/
Sleakid is lame/ phuck the ish that he claims/

sleakid: The false statements are dry/ but stil d nerd dont need a bed to lie/
Coz i once said i got more "quotes" dan banker shows/

sleakid: In one way or the other y'al av said sleak is ddope/
Bt still i dnt give a ffuck like an impotent pope/
All diz trash niqqaz talkin abt me only only tryna give my name a stain/

nosa gold:
Nigga u dope... Ill sh*t boy

kerijay: nice Shìt Sleakid....u gonna win d tourney bruv

khimwhyte:
Sleakid whats wrong with u. U want to kill people.? Dope bars boss

sleakid: looking towards the sky,I see no GOD cos he lies within/

dj5naira: Call it my WOW! verses.

footreja:
I also like sleakid hope he wont fall ma hand too.

Krizzkutz: ;DiRep Team_Sleakid Da Beast ;DiRep Team_Sleakid Da Beast

kerijay: Even With Big L lines valiant used, Sleakid Murd him.......bro I see ya(sleakid)

safarigirl: NICE sleakid;-)

mikuz: Quotables :
* lyk MECHANICS, ah make her view her "WILL" before toturing-her-back - sleakid

siddoggg: fLoW---SLEAKID-woW!GLideD tHrU hiZ veRsE witH sO mucH easE.aH CaN bet hE WRoTe DiZ oVeR A BeAT.tYt!
CReaTiVitY---SLEAKID-Diz was verY ObVioUZ.fRoM d woRdPLayS dowN tO tHe meTaZ.....GoT mE LikE woW!
My VoTE= SLEAKID

mikuz: kid you try.

dj5naira: sleakid. . . The sick kid with the sleek id : )

Spoiltbrat: sleakid! d0pe lines, yu dey vex no! i c u brov no itensive care unit

EfeEkarume: Woooah! You just murdered their ghost. Call it a re-DEATH : )

Lloyd kamsi: sleakid i believ u

U full of lies... no epitome of truth from u..
Low life hater..
oNe

I don't hate. It's unreasonable to do that. You were the one who came into the thread calling everyone wack. Now you're being given a taste of ya own medicine and you call it hating?

We all doing this sh¡t for the fun. But it seems you don't know that. For you to admit that you won't reply Airmark cos you feel he's not ya level implies that you are indirectly refering to those above you as idiöts. There are many ways to get to the top but it seems you don't know any.
With your horrible diction, you still manage to label a ninja as wack; Are you kidding me? That's like the kettle calling the pot black!

At this kinda time in rap where creativity dey scatter people head.
You still doing pope with dope,dump with bomb; going monosyllabic on almost every line you drop. Read ya lines first before you condemn a brothers' own!