Sleak, even Konga, the wackest, has those praising him/
Why wont Sleakid,dumbass, choose those hailing him?/
Imagine Dj n sleak, bitin chinaydu's pun/
Ma rap is like assorted pizza, mofos serving annoying flows...burnt corn/
In instincts i get high(I)/Ya rap is weaker than tonto’s ‘HI’(eye)/
Dj is a monkey,keeps shoutin Go realer/
I kill da mofo, put in a coffin(cuffin), lyrical killer/
From the rap royal family, gat blue blood, when i spit y’all know me as well red(well-read)/
You wanna learn from me? Don’t worry, i train ya like ma chinese crested/
lock the door, give ya the wrong-key/ i know ya brain always on a low-key/
Like hulk, i left y'all in pot-hole, in porto/
To niggas am da general overseer, they call me G.O/
Take away RAM from ya RAMIRES/ Dj so annoying....Fernando TORRES/
I win medals n accolades/you can be one of ma house-maids/ a weekend allowance will get yo... so paid/
Check the rap honour's list, cant find your wack name/
Like lebron James and Tiger woods, am the king in this game/
I send mcs underground, am victor aint Anichebe of everton/
I am a superstar, always shinning, forever thing(for everton)/

Hey Mik. Sorry for not replying your email in time. Audio is out the question for me. Im too old to be running to studio.

mike spare me the tales... Ur wack,
Ibime is wack.
Airwack is wack
Fact

Ibime: Hey Mik. Sorry for not replying your email in time. Audio is out the question for me. Im too old to be running to studio.

Ok no wahala bro. Thanks for the reply anyway.

Quick One
.....Leggo....
Life ain't fair so i gat myself a bleaching cream/
Now lookin like a 'White' nigga like i'm Fuckin Kim/
Delta State of mind,omo i'm reppin Warri/
Spittin London bars that can lock this nigga up...Ibori/
I'm a lyrical beast locked up in a 'Cage' like Nicholas/
Dj5naira Cant Go Real......Always comes 'Lass'/ cuz he'z ballin like that madrid Player/
Like an Uncharged phone....he spits no bar/
Flyer than You.....i guess i've gat the highest Air Mark/
Aint talkin about that nigga in N.B.T cuz i think he's so Wack/
No Bible but 'Mark' my words/
You spittin lines meant for nerds/
Mehn i've gat the 'Heart' of Joe/
No menstrual cycle but i'm ejectin Bloody Flows/
Niggas are like babylon......Too many Woes/
Like i'm on a Tour......I'm on so many Shows

BlEss

I encourage newbies to battle me, but kerijay's cup of wisdom is never full/
I am a red devil,yo ordinary red, so pathetic cos you still live in ma pool/
I got your a55 in the cage, yeah, see me as your nicholas/
Aint punishing you ma nigga,cos ya need a rap tutorial class/
many contradictions in ya lyrics, was ya brain affected by the last dreadful flood?/
Ya central nervous system aint working, we need to pump it a lot of blood/
Warri dudes are known for good jokes, do you think we do comedy here?/
Like burnt telephone cables, ya lines are beyond minor repair/
No energy in ya rap,to win me ya gat to raid(gatorade)/
Battlin me is like suicide dont do it, no matter how much you were paid/
You look a bit well-fed than DJ, ya can be one of ma street bouncers/
But don't mess up with me,mofo, cos i dont throw banters/
Ya gat that silly heart of joe,yeah you concede goals goin off ya line/
Moment of truth my lil bro,20 years in rap game,your star still wont shine/



Airmark 2012

This ain't no rivalry, dis is hellish torture PERFECTION/
as i land knees on his MID-SECTION, wit razor blade i'l perform hell razer C SECTION/
ya elevation is symmetrical to your ddick SIZE/
i despise THIS GUY's demeanor, so i set him up for his ILL DEMISE/
First i'll let him pray to his Saviour before i dissect his body with a saber/
his career will end prematurely like eejaculation in a p0rn flick trailer/
even wit my mastery in psychokinesis i still can't figure how elevate sicker/
so his chances of improving in this grudge bout is bleaker/
u can employ chit-chat dissin to make up ya lame lyrics/ cos ya flow is evidence to whackness renaissance/
i'll enslave u in this verbal crusade with no SKILL DISPLAYED/
while u're STILL DISMAYED, i'll decapitate ya hamlet with blade just to FULFILL D RAID/
am FILLED WITH RAGE....like Google chrome non irresponsive tab, so i'll kill this page/
the way this demented gay is spewing sshit, i guess he's still stocked in an@l stage/
ya declaration in this thread as ayamanabo was ya preparation for to hand over to ya next of kin/
now taste defeat like catholic bishop's reparation for sin..
One

You're not ballin' victor . . . your boring/
Your runnin' outta steam/ with each lines you seam/ and each rhymes you bring/ plus the hymns you sing!/
My venoms chokes/ ain't got the antidote/ lyrically, your dyin' . . . its clear with each verse you post/ and the barz you wrote/
Im makin' this bold/ plus i'll put it in quote/ your still a 'Kid', and I don't mean BABY GOAT!/
Your a fake dude/ and a failed fool/ even if you were Mary . . . Nun would Hail you!/
Let's pardon what he did in NBT/ and focus more on this empty Being/ truly, your wackness is one of a kind . . . a Rare Big Teen/
I'll annoy this fella . . . and make him choke on his pizzas/ with his instinct . . . he still wouldn't know what would hit ya/
This baboon should put out his ape act and learn to Go Realer/
Cuz with each passin' day . . . the guy keeps growin' weaker/
He's misplacin' his pun/ while im spoilin his fun/
Out of 9, he'd be the first to run . . . hearin' the sound of my gun/
I restructure his lips with blows . . . make him spit 'red well' / wreck his skull with punches . . . to 'make his head swell' /
The dude hasn't found food for days/ hes searchin' . . . with stress written on his face/ did him a favour, now its ma beef he wants to taste/ which he took and frowned . . . cuz it left him carryin' his face!/
This General ain't ill . . . he lack Specifics/
With his slack techniques/ against this prolific?/
This kids' so full of s.hit . . . Poo-pil/ and his Soul hits, reminds us of Dru Hill/
You falter all through . . . it shows your not a real vet/
Sweepin' my warehouse steady . . . only then you bring Dirt!/
I land cruisers/ that blind you cats/
This puppet bring no light . . . and that's a fact/ hes Doll & black/
Even his skin complexion could attest to that!/
Phockin' loser/ I daze you calfs with ma fierce fist . . . like Bull Dozers!/
He's already at sixes and sevens/ the way I puzzle this elf/
Certified gay . . . he could keep winning 'Mere Darls' for himself/
Strugglin' to pen name for fame on a lame list? Yo such a f.ag/
But we so famous . . . ours written in the stars!/
Niggas in Oil platform dread me . . . cuz im crude/
So if he claims Tiger . . . i'll plank his head with plyWood/
Should this potato head brings his little chips/ i'd splash ketchup & munch on it/ like superstars/
And as usual, sippin ma Soup 'N' Star!/
And to KJ . . . . with your KG lyric/
You wouldn't flow this clear . . . even if you were on HD TV/
You scribe barz in Aswani . . . cuz you market Okirika lyrics/
I'd rather stay mute . . . than spar with this gimmick/

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sleakid: mike spare me the tales... Ur wack,
Ibime is wack.
Airwack is wack
Fact

Everybody. . . please pardon this troll/ I rip his heart from his soul/ with every bar that I scroll/
And I ain't Streetz. . . but if you cross me. . .you gasto part with a toll!/


Test me?. . You best be prudent/ you pesky nuisance/
Vex me. . .and I'll send three mutants/. . .to end Sleak. . . with Jet Li movements/
My texts be ruthless/ You in Uni now. . . but from ya grammar. . . I dont sense improvements/
You the proof . . . that Naija state schools. . . produce empty students!/


Stop this whole charade/ everything you scroll is played/
Anybody digging it. . . must be holding spades!/
Check my gold brocade/ The shoes on my sole is suede /
You dont control no trade/. . . so you know I ain't. . .in ya tax-code or grade!/
I roll with a whole brigade/ that patrol in motorcade/
I blow grenade/ that tear ya flesh. . and leave ya bones displayed/
so stop ya old tirade/ I been ill more than a whole decade/
If I let you lead. . . you'll get stabbed in the back. . .with ya shoulder 'blade'!!/


This dude just a fatuous goof/ the way he rapping is proof/
And the only crown he wear. . . is attached to his tooth/
Everything he chat is obtuse/ He’s really an unhappy recluse/
Like showers in Abuja. . . He's a capital douche!/
I smash through his roof/ With the savagest troops/
and lay hands on him. . . like a chiropractic masseuse!/
He wanna battle men. . . but datboi left him damaged and bruised/
Now he tryna spin a crafty excuse/ soon. . he’ll be asking for truce!/
We aint feeling the raps that this f@ggot produce/
I gotta spell it out in bold. . .for his dumb @zz to deduce/
We were too polite to hurt his feelings with the actual truth/ so we passed him some clues!/
but do we have speak 'French'. . . to tell this cat to 'vamoose'??!/


He just an egotistical cun.t/ with a physical stunt /
I'm just being cynically blunt/ Nobody got his back. . . on the lyrical front!/
I don't mean to diss or affront/ but no chicks are digging his stunts /
And he ain’t had no poosy. . . in 12 cyclical months!/
I deliver a punch/ that give him the mumps /
and leave his face riddled with lumps/ and his back twisted and hunched/
I'm the champ. . You just an illiterate chump/
You got no possessions. . . you broke @zz miserable runt!/
All the 'elephants in ya room'. . . would fit in my 'trunk'!!!/


I don't know why he picking a grouse/ like he got lyrics to flout/
I expose the bytch in him. . .by simply lifting his blouse/
He’s a despicable tout/ Imagine this ignorant lout/ claiming different amounts/
When real players come to ball. . . we tell this nigga to bounce!/
Claiming Uniben now. . . he's quick to announce/
He got exams to study for. . .so if textbooks litter his couch. . . I'll deliberately douse. .
. . petrol . . and light a matchstick in his house/
to burn his room down. . .and 'cook his books'. . . . like I'm tryna 'fiddle accounts'/


This nigga taking the wrong approach/ you can't conquer d.ope/
Check my corresponding notes/ and all the songs I wrote/
My awesome quotes/ are beyond reproach/. . . and beyond ya scope. . . unless you fond of jokes!!!/
You on the ropes/ Ya rhymes don't even offer hope /
Battle me?. . . you'll face a ‘whitewash’. . . like I’m tryna 'launder coke'/
You can't con the folks/ Ya rhymes make em yawn the most/
So how you gonna cope/ or respond. . . when I abscond with votes!!! /


Look dawg, it's best that you chill/ I'm definitely ill/
been cooking d.ope rhymes for years and got the recipe still/
every verse is like an ecstasy pill/ with lyrics you perceptively feel/
and if you wise, then my text should reveal/
why Ibi number one. . . solely based on technical skill!/



oNe

The ddopeness of my scripts/ got u diggin the treasure ima sshits/
Ibime can't match this "def" mc even if he's a decendant of Lazarus/ it's hazardious/ to play ignorance to dis LETHAL ATTACK/
i know cats who come off lyk u are always LABELLED AS WHACK/
this REBEL IS BLACK, so it aint "fair" smashing the ffag/just to slay dis bbastard lame mike mistakenly got his back,/
dis ffag is claiming thug cos he got himself wid SLEAK WALKIN'/
move's effeminate....his flows reminds me of GGAY TALKIN/
i'll excuse ya GRAVE MISTAKE cos dis is ya funeral/
blast holes in casket n displace the cathedral/
ya flow's a disaster/ like a stammerer's effort to rhyme faster/
i see how u want to prove your rhyming, tryna battle a master/
now watch me in script incartations dat'l hunt u tru the paper/
wit a verbal sword slicing thru dis faker/
Dis is lyk BARCA vs L.A GALAXY/ d way am dominating effortlessly/
my blows "reign" on dis heathen lyk the PAPACY/
wit fists, i'll shatter ya walls of jejunum/
punch ya collum/ till ya eye ball starts swingin lyk pendulum/
am serving him punchline curriculum/
in this grudge bout, i'l knock off his 32teeth plus gum/ by tryin to figure him out/
i break time space contenium/ just to kill him in the future/
"enlighten" his mind by placing a florescent bulb thru his brain/
Coz the fug aint just LIL lame, he only "RAW" if he recycling a track of wayne/
this is a set up, u've been conered in this WAR PATH/
i don't need to dig up history just prove he's a POOR "BRAT"/
this is a VERBAL BLOOD BATH...the way i treat his BODY PARTS as individuals in this COMBAT/
give him back more "wiping" than DOORMAT/
my flow "IS SICK" so i must be phuckin hot when am scripting/
must be a psychopath cos am used to murking netcees when am spitting/
i've outclassed MIK d bbitch who claimd sick/ now u bout to follow coz u ffuckin weak/
reppin internet rave/ stepping into this grave/ wit your eyes open, u'l sure miss ya "eye" like babies readin abc's/
I burst in ya face,/ u ghosted, infact you are MY SPACE lyk the Triple W COM is/
Now listen bbitch ,.. Dont git a-"head" of yourself like running into blades,/
Coz u culd brag of sickness bt u still living a lowlife like maids/
Think u gat an ill as§/ coz u sparring wit ddope spitters?/
Ya multies full of fillers/ so in diz block u and mike still divas/ While dj5 and i pillars..

oNe.

Feel ya shit Sleak.......ya need to be isolated

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

Then . . .

sleakid: my blows "reign" on dis heathen lyk the PAPACY/

Big disgrace!

sleakid: Ya multies full of fillers/

Illiterate . . .

. . . Big disgrace!

Nigga ain't Fly.......Airwack is the name/
I exercised 'patience' to read his jargons...no Dame/
Dis nigga aint deliverin like he's on Menopause/
Even if spits Newton ish he still wont be a Force/
Pep Guardiola Flows, i make niggas ball good/
Van nisterooy on the Loose.....boy i'm So 'Ruud'/
Like that nicholas cage movie i'm a Lord of War/
I left a 'Punch' on his doormat(dull mouth) like a Newspaper Vendor/
But soon i'll leaving 'MORE on the ABOKI face....aint talkin bout Ice prince songs/
Ma shit gat 1st degree but your's a Diploma/i'm Combinin hardcore and Blues..
.....nigga I rap Polymer/
Red Devil.......No wonder You losing matches even when there's 'Norwich'/
Dont test ma Ish/...coz the last time i Went bad on a nigga.......he changed Direction like Satelite Dish/
Yea i'm talkin bout that inexperience Vet who recieves only animals/
No yams....i only need to murd him with 'Two bars'/
So nigga you need to laylow cuz u can't meet me at the Top/
coz like Torres in chelsea,all you do is Flop/

kerijay: I left a 'Punch' on his doormat(dull mouth) like a Newspaper Vendor/

Huh?

mikuz:

Then . . .



Big disgrace!



Illiterate . . .

. . . Big disgrace!

Guy u be idiot.. I dey shame to even reply u..
Naw i shuld enlighten u abt multies abi?
How u gon dig when d only time u tried, dey fell off.
Smh i wonder who wack pass between u and airwack.

mikuz: Hes scripting 'Patience' grammar . . maybe he does his writtens in clinics!/

mikuz: In primary school he bribed his aunties/ to move up to the next/
Now you rhyming "fedex" with"no vex" . . Ya diction and eloquence are all in a mess!/

mikuz: Trading bars with me aint welcome ?/
Don't know which you worse at. . either skills in spelling or comprehension!/

mikuz: Sleakid is a fossil/ his brand needs a big remodel/
he spells notch as norge . . his spelling skill is awful/

Till now . . .

sleakid: this is a set up, u've been conered in this WAR PATH/

cornered . . .

sleakid: now watch me in script incartations dat'l hunt u tru the paper/

incantations . . .

sleakid: Ibime can't match this "def" mc even if he's a decendant of Lazarus/ it's hazardious/

descendant . . .

hazardous . . .


Illiterate . . . Big disgrace!

U still dey quote tinx wey u dan already quote weeks ago?
U dnt oonly repaet flows bt u also repeat quootes,
Lol u carry dictionary to digg my flow..
Ahahah guy ur a bigger disgrace..
I be computer nat to make mistakes? Besides na keystyle. Fool.
i talk less and spit more. Be the airwack u are and shut up if ur exhausted mike.
No be u spit some meaningless words like DIGGITY and many more dat aint worth quoting? Useless fool u wan come claim literate

sleakid: U still dey quote tinx wey u dan already quote weeks ago?
U dnt oonly repaet flows bt u also repeat quootes,
Lol u carry dictionary to digg my flow..
Ahahah guy ur a bigger disgrace..
I be computer nat to make mistakes? Besides na keystyle. Fool.
i talk less and spit more. Be the airwack u are and shut up if ur exhausted mike.
No be u spit some meaningless words like DIGGITY and many more dat aint worth quoting? Useless fool u wan come claim literate

Teaching is the most difficult occupation.

mikuz:

Huh?

meaning :O

Doormat and dull mouth. This kerijay is a real warri clown. U no well at all.

airmark: Doormat and dull mouth. This kerijay is a real warri clown. U no well at all.

Lwkmd

^^^ Are you sure these guys finished secondary school. Wtf are Incartations and hazardious for God sake?. These boys need to be flogged.

I've been gone for a while now. Just wanted to drop a lil something.

Check

I'm the dude with a crazy style/
Niggers got so much beef you would think they was raising cows/
Y'all niggers got the weakest rhymes/
Put pills on a ruler, you wouldn't spit the illest lines/
Hehe you still rap for your high school/
You like a bad facebook status cause nobody like you/
Who's sicker than I am in this planet?/
I make more jams than cars stuck in traffic/
Only if you stick your ddick in coke/ that we can say you're ffucking ddope/ I'm simply the illest nigga ever known/
You can tell what a sick dude I am/
"You lose your breath every two bars"... Like you allergic to yams/
That last line may sound bitten/
I freestyle unlike some of y'all raps that are pre written/

Nosa

airmark: ^^^ Are you sure these guys finished secondary school. Wtf are Incartations and hazardious for God sake?. These boys need to be flogged.

I won't be surprised if he spells his real name incorrectly and call it a mistake.

mikuz:

Lwkmd

You better laugh die coz i'm usin Eminem's rhymin scheme

kerijay:

You better laugh die coz i'm usin Eminem's rhymin scheme

Stop exposing yourself. Who's talking about rhyming schemes?

Wtf......wat yhu tryna say

mike na mumu wan kill u. Grow up and stop acting bbitchy. Idiot

sleakid: mike na mumu wan kill u. Grow up and stop acting bbitchy. Idiot

And stop acting like an unlettered chap. Go and learn how to spell.

With your 'hazardious' grammer!

'Decendant' of ape!

i'll slap chests wit titanic seats to drown nerds in diz ocean/
and u'll need celine dion/ tapes before ur "heart will go on"/
man..u talk "cheap" like corn/ so i'll "pop" flows to make u run/ outta luck soN/
Coz u aint hot like wedding wines/
and u'll need "mac-millan" rulers on ya wrist to produce 'punchlines/
next time you comin at me best knw ya life is at stake/
And try keepin ya bars less stretched than jail outbreak/
Naw the nerd tellin me he aint know sshit about multies and fillers? Wat d ffuck/
Ya style is deranged, u must be rappin tru a straw coz you ssuck/
Sayin u come first, ur are a lier/ sleak exposed u as a ppussy and i don’t mean vag!nal/
i mean u stand on all fours at the urinal/
ya rims ain't sshit.. Wen ILL-ARRIVE, he'll KILL--YA-DRIVE and "physics" so best put some "hard disk" in ya a§s and save ur sshit/..bbitch get it?
We knw u'l come up wit ya usual boring lyrics so FFUCK-YA-LINEz,/
i'l C0CK-MY-NINES and render "shots" 2 u lyk forcing u 2 drink alcoholic wines/
BLAST-YOU-TO-PIECES.. Knw Why? At LAST-YOU-FEEL-DISSES/
you aint "OFF-THA-HOOK" like "escaped fishes" though TOUGH-YOU-LOOK wit wack ishes/
break ya concentration like FALLING-DISHES../
u messed with' da wrong man So CALLING-BBITCHES like ibime dnt mean u gat street "cred." and riches/
he lacks a "sick flow" like disinfected dams../
And he culdnt "dodge" my verbal bullets if he possesed "rams'/
i hope yo AK movement got a retirement plan or better options/
cus like eggs and cheese, SLEAkid will scramble ya brain functions/
Lol
One..
Dnt need haterz to tell me i need meds