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Alright gawd!

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Comeon y'all a good emcee must be poetic, this time I am asking for input else I will be mad at everyone lol

Sorry that the breakfast is late, I slept off while listening to Method Man hit hard on You-God and Ghostface Killa. Anyway,

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Nothing else but trying to kick knowledge/
In my room though, sorry not at college/
Deliver knowledge on how to scribble/
Construct words like am playing scrabble/
AHH StreetSweeper emcees still asking for my name/
Rhyme mystic like Boehm/
Clean rappers up like a Hoover/
Call me the microphone snatcher/
Rhymes stays tragic like magic/
Cast spells on these emcees, this is black magic/
They still clueless like an emcee that’s lip-syncing/
Proactive movement am a keep writing/
Doing this just to overtake/
Others still doing it for the cake/
I nestled among these heads/
Still not posting garbage up these threads/
Knowledge ambassador circumvent/
Intelligent emcees I represent/
Truly, I disconnect wack emcees from the set/
Shine get them upset/
Altruism buried in my tissues/
I nurture myself with philosophical issues/
Weak minds complacent, so they slide/
In search of their next move like a runaway bride/
They can examine if they want to/
Knowledge that I drop will keep coming though/
And I am still standing tall like an afro/
AHH dictator like Fidel Castro/
Rhymes with a chemical bond like molecules/
Food for thought for the fools/
Let me safe the lesson for tomorrow/
Neither gold nor silver I have to offer but knowledge you can borrow/

@ Po Deep - Most def. homey whenever you are ready, 'cos I just finished exams so I kind of have time for some other things

Shout out to emcees that reached out, you all know my sh*t ain't aimed at anyone here simply because am a real life nigga and ain't real down with all those internet gangster-ism; so neXt time you see shine's verse know that it isn't designed for anyone.

Peace and my 16 is still coming,

So I will be updating you guyz as the work progress, the site is up and running and the lyrics submission form is functioning as well but mind you Mode 9's page and 2 lyrics are the only thing still on it but with time the remaining will be updated. So if you have lyrics kindly submit them with immediately and also names of artists are welcomed. Thanks 4 all you support and spread the word about the website like cancer.

Peace.

www.naijalyrics.info

It's coming to reality, the domain nam e and hosting has been paid for * www.naijalyrics.info * and for the start I am hosting it on a 200MB

"If you can't take the heat get out of the kitchen" - Weezy F Baby

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Green snake under green grass/
Tell him(hum) am cutting the grass/
Who the f*ck cares where I deliver/
So far my sh*t flow like river/
Fool trying to be a fool’s advocate/
Duffle bag over his head, you I suffocate/
Just when you thought you’re done with alcoholics/
Niggaz will still act like Rollicks/
f*ck this hater my sh*t transcend/
Only his rhymes needs mend/
Elevate? Nah I’m the elevator/
I carry niggaz with brain tumor/
Quit trying to direct diss at me indirectly/
Be realistic and come out quietly/
Your whole click has got Angiomatosis/
Bad blood that I eradicate with ease/
f**king raise the bars up/
Be prepared ‘because this is a warm up/
b***h your opinion doesn’t count/
This is shine, I take everything into account/
Bury his rep underneath him like that other nigga/
Spit smoke of cigar in his face, I hope he feels my anger/
Load the .45 and shot yourself/
That won’t work? Then get a knife and slit yourself/
Pass the doja, I break his cranium/
Weak bones I feed the nigga with Calcium/
Go back and rehearse your lines/
Nigga sound like Mike Jones, with all those nursery rhymes/
f*ck with other niggaz, ‘because you ain’t messing with shine/
f*ck it the underground is mine/
Get the f*ck out of here and stop trying to act like Joe Budden/
Matter of fact you just an ant, nigga you ain’t a burden/

It's me again,

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In my hood, snitches got buried in the wood/
G-code, we don’t break it I hope they understood/
Little rat turning out to be a mouse/
Trigger clicking like a computer mouse/
Go ahead envy niggaz and you get dropped/
Police questioning and you get stopped/
But the street is watching/
Only snitches enter their cars without cuffing/
Chicks in miniskirts but they’re shottas/
Throat getting sliced with nail cutters/
This is for the hood killers and murderers/
Stay on their ground everyday, they’re hustlers/
Street won’t show them mercy/
So they are gutsy/
Hate it or Love it, they’re getting paid/
A place where players get played/
Where women don’t get mixed with business/
Trust a woman and that might be the end of your weakness/
Pop gold bottles we zipping crystals/
Only the weak ones pay rentals/
Broadway street bully like Beanie Sigel/
Above all, only I can make that squiggle/
My past keep following me like my shadow/
I make it rain and they say Bravo!/
I won’t tell, baby I can keep a secret/
Whisper into my ears, I won’t vomit your secret/
Tattoo what I rep on my arm/
Young bloods we don’t harm/
No higher law, but we law breakers/
Leave them disturbed like law makers/
Some talk too much they wind bags/
Niggaz get introduced to body bags/

The latest progress is this, I have finished writing the php script that will enable visitors to submit lyrics and everyone can test it http://www.finceptstudio.be/naijalyrics/contact.html

N.B

I will tell each person what they submit.

Thought of somebody so I just started writing this,

I tried so hard to look aside/
But my past keep walking by my side/
I tried so hard to hold onto you/
But distance let go of you/
Now I’m all alone reminiscing about
All the time you and I spent together/
The good times you and I had together/
But I guess the saying was right
20 kids can’t play for 20 years/
I know you shed tears/
Wipe away your tears and say cheers/
I have got a lot to say to you
So lend me your ears/
You were a girl of a kind/
And my love for you was blind/
But now that you’re gone I can see/
My heart was locked but now it’s free/
Nod your head and feel the beat/
I hope your heart beat/
My heart couldn’t take it when you said you had to leave/
Baby girl you were my eve/
The bone from my rib/
I was hoping we did leave together in a crib/
I guess I was a dreamer/
Mama said you believed her/
You bored hole through my soul like ether/
Am still mending it through the speaker/
Its 3 am in the morning/
I just wanted to sing for you before it’s sunny/
Still think of you atimes yea it’s funny/
I hope you didn’t leave for the money/
Even your smile wasn’t a guarantee/
My heart still feels empty/
I tried to love dearly/
Why did it end sadly/

no no no one should leave for the other man, you guyz can sort it out among each other somehow,

http://bluedog.wavestreamer.com:8124/listen.pls

Po Deep why not but first they have to get this place to settle I mean Bolaji should apologies if he wants to + they need to decide who won some of the previous battle and after that I will battle you.

Please everyone let peace reign and those that needs to apologies should do so in time.

Props,

Exams are over sh*t, it feels good to be free from sleepless nights,

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Their flow is still wearing diaper/
I’m still pulling the word trigger/
Catch me if you can/
They thought it was over, I just began/
Get paid for your life behind you/
Kiss you to identify you/
Niggaz are Judas/
Shit on them ‘because they ass/
Just ‘because they wanted to get paid/
They’ll go all the way then you get betrayed/
But am still in my throwbacks/
Niggaz getting heart attacks/
Take money to make money/
Shit is hard like trying to make honey/
Street education, black maybe/
Immature minds call them premature baby/
Get their mind on focus, I educate thugs/
Only knuckle heads do drugs/
Mind of a soldier am seeking intellect/
Trying to step to me, they’ve to come correct/
Once a friend but now an enemy/
The man in the mirror is me/
Harsh reality the truth is what I verbalize/
They ain’t promised tomorrow, I make them realise/
The message is simple the point you cannot miss/
Combination of the present and past, I hope they reminisce/
I’m wise but am still wondering/
Verbs still striking hard, sh*t is thundering/
These emcees are so stereotypical/
They turn on their own that is hypocritical/
Say something and it gets personal/
Fringe of consciousness rubbish is marginal/

Internet beef? lol ok let me put it this way nobody is beefing nobody damn we're men so it's just ego and I will second Alexpissu by saying everybody should bury their ego underneath them and let peace reign here. Personally I haven't gotten beef with anyone here expect that I have been doing freestyle daily and none of the emcees are responding so I am seriously mad at everyone including you Alexpissu lol I am kidding but seriously you all need to start dropping freestyle and Sh!t.

Respect.

la la la cherio,

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Wanna do wordplay then play scrabble/
Am sick so why the babble/
Now they wanna battle/
I leave them brain dead like a cattle/
Out of this planet my mind travel/
Tell these fools I gravel/
We ain’t playing soccer so why the tackle/
Crunching noise nigga I crackle/
f*ck with me and I break his Adam’s apple/
Hand-to-hand combat nigga lets grapple/
Make money and I don’t gamble/
Climb awkwardly these niggaz scramble/
Dead the nigga somebody say eulogy in the chapel/
Dead and still thirsty tell him to drink Snapple/
Drop 16 like a leisure walk nigga I ramble/
Am the thorn among flower call me bramble/
I have been much around so no preamble/
Display of intelligence other emcees I trample/
Mouth running like tap so I bury him in the gravel/
Rhyme mathematics am simply ravel/
Niggaz can’t hear me ‘cos I gabble/
Mad talent these niggaz baffle/
Am unsolvable like a puzzle /
Walk on the water with a paddle/
I will still beat you so don’t flex muscle/
CEO of this shit like Simon Russell/
Lock behind bars your huddle/
Why complain when you started the trouble/
Sleep is a cousin of death so I hustle/
No balls player niggaz struggle/
Bust these niggaz like bubble/
Wanna win so they daily double/

Respect!

Not this one man the one that there was a lot of freestyle and stuff that was my joint and somebody please tell me Seun did not delete that shit.

Yo Bolaji, Menike,, everybody where is the freestyle thread y'all please don't tell me Seun deleted it.

Morning tea niggaz,

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You wanna challenge my flow nigga bet your life/
Lose the challenge and am removing your heart with a knife/
I don’t mingle am like Pringles/
And I don’t f*ck around like singles/
Flow is so fat like Beanie Sigel/
Tickle their b***h they giggle/
Rhyme is the drug am addicted to/
Can’t look back at all the stuff have been through/
Metaphor is the shit I dig/
My vessel is mashed like an hermaphrodite brig/
Watch me am spreading like cancer/
Don’t ask me I don’t have the answer/
Still representing GWG, tell these haters am no semi god/
f*ck around and am drawing the rod/
Phone is tapped so we don’t parlez/
That b***h is wired so she gets parlay/
Stay true to the course, we don’t break the G-Code/
Convert ordinary language into codes, yea we encode/
We all about the paper so we sell blue magic/
Steal from me then shit is going to be tragic/
This rhyming is glued, am going be rhyming for century/
I-Shine ‘cos am close to the sun call me mercury/
Hip-Hop centurion tell these emcees am an officer/
Salute me soldiers and say sir/
Bourne identity this juice nigga can’t catch me/
Nigga is blind so he wouldn’t see me/
Story telling like I was born during the folktales era/
Metaphors make niggaz come off like a bra/
This is history in the making/
Dropping bars everyday like a Viking/
Pop lock it, drop it and you get locked in/
Looking for what isn’t his and he get locked in/

That's my work for now and I am still waiting for him,

Sure people's help will be needed as per lyrics and I have gotten in contact with Mode 9 about releasing some of his lyrics so this thing is coming into reality and here is a view of how the site will look like [url]http://blinkenshell.org/titan/~finbarrs/naijalyrics/[/url]

[img]http://finbarrsoketunji.free.fr/crookedi.jpg[/img]

Below are the links to Crooked-I hip hop weekly Vol. 1-41 courtesy of shine. Download the 3 files + the software 'because you will need the software to join the files. And the file size is 250MB,

http://rapidshare.com/files/83327934/Crooked-I_HipHop_Weekly.rar.001
http://rapidshare.com/files/83342967/Crooked-I_HipHop_Weekly.rar.002
http://rapidshare.com/files/83349498/Crooked-I_HipHop_Weekly.rar.003
+
http://rapidshare.com/files/83350529/hjsplit.zip

There is no password so after download use the software to join the 3 files and you will have hiphop weekly 1-41.

Free Prodigy,

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Sorry that I did you wrong/
But I have categorized you where you belong/
Trying to crush me but he couldn't last long/
Took his shots with smile like pac, I was so strong/
Now what? my rhymes are noxious/
All these emcees are mysterious/
They will try to control you like they something/
Sweep their footprints when they’ve left, they nothing/
Post my verse in the morning like it’s their breakfast/
They wondering how long will this last/
As long as I want my shit will keep coming in/
If you like you can explode within/
Am from BXL Brussels where riders dwells/
We knocked up like we in the cells/
We serious here, we don’t play/
Stick d*ck in your mouth and f*ck what u say/
No homo but these emcees go out of line/
They not in their right senses until they see the 9/
I am the trouble so better get to stepping/
Delivering good music watch the hit I keep bringing/
Ghetto gospel call me Pastor Shine/
Convert their sinful soul at the shrine/
I cripple a nigga’s career and put it in wheel chair/
Couldn’t believe what I saw on his face was fear/
I am on the level these emcees can’t see past/
Minority report and am going blast/
They going slow me down, but am going speed me up/
I write good and that what’s up/
Verse giving niggaz tumour/
Couldn’t protect their heads with a body armour/
Nuff said am killing these niggaz/
I am done for today, I have to safe my gas/

I have a design on ground + a domain www.naijalyrics.info but the domain name needs hosting so if you are cool with it we can work to gether or I can continue with it alone, [email]finbarrs@finceptstudio.be[/email] holla

By the way Arsenal is playing 2day, so gunners go get your jerseys,

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They want war so I gave swords/
Emcees catching biters like there is rewards/
Single me out of these emcees we simply don’t blend/
Playing with fire I hope they comprehend/
That’s right I ignite with fuel/
Better start showing some respect nigga am cruel/
Slice his throat, blood stain on the wall/
Goddamn it his remnants on the floor/
Cut his testicles and stock it in his mouth/
Gay prosecutor I bury his body down south/
Circle of Bosses like am Crooked-I/
But I don’t trust these niggaz so I zip by/
Scribble hotlines yea I emboss 16/
So deep in this that I have started dreaming 16/
All these emcees have been brain dead/
So I make things happen better call me the head/
It’s like am losing it, hommie am catastrophic/
Scribble till they bury me, am chronic/
Add acid to these niggaz they still won’t react/
Come test me you will see am intact/
I don’t know how to stop this madness/
Shit is like laughing gas, it keeps spreading like a mess/
Sell my soul to all these emcees eardrum/
Add 1 to them, these niggaz won’t even sum/
A double H finest, tell them I said so/
Turn the light off you’ll see I glow/
Classic drops who could flip mode that/
Walk on these niggaz like they the mat/
A leopard can’t change his spots/
These emcees will remain knots/
It’s like a blind leading the blind/
These fools are birds of a kind/

Please o stop showing each others ass for the world to see,

Your today's dose is here,

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Live by the gun and die by its bullets/
But am going die anyway just to pay my debts/
And since sleep is the cousin of death/
I don’t sleep I just rest with Macbeth/
Freestyle weekly nah it’s daily/
Defend from the outside like the old Bailey/
Knock them out like Floyd Mayweather/
And since ain’t a boxer call me Shine Mayweather/
Stick cash on a G-String/
Don’t blame me it’s a G thing/
Fry these niggaz ass on my rhyme-pan/
Shit wasn’t boiling so I cooked them in the pan/
I am tired of hearing how their gun go blah blah blah/
Internet gangsters, I destroy them with the Eye of ra/
Shot them from my stance/
They couldn’t escape so they dancing the bata dance/
I’m faceless like your girl’s bracelet/
Stop this madness no not yet/
Kill this nigga like Proof without prove/
I’m the last nigga to f*ck with, nigga am on the move/
Wordplay and name-play in their face like am the king/
Pick your dictionary to verify my linguistic string/
Soar like an eagle with my spurious wing/
They still want war like Deng Xiaoping/
Niggaz peep my lines it seems scary/
But they can’t do the same so they eat cherry/
Am on project freestyle daily/
Street credibility other niggaz are regarded as wally/
Niggaz can’t see me am off their radar/
Broke ass niggaz they’ve got no cheddar/
They still jealous a nigga has discovered himself/
But my rhymes been keeping them short like an elf/

I couldn't believe my ears while I was listening to Crooked-I hiphop weekly 41 and the nigga was just repping Naija, listen:

http://finbarrsoketunji.free.fr/01_hhw_41.mp3

Your daily mail is here,

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Mind travelling without a passport/
Pass through the gate of hell without support/
My shit is coded like them yahoo boys/
Forensic agents trying to nab with their toys/
Rhyme-X in the building spread the word like pandemic/
You can’t learn this in your normal school, I am rap academic/
The microphone messiah/
They still digging deep trying to know my desire/
I am the light on top of the hill, I can’t be hidden/
Haters been trying to stop the reign the just kidding/
My piece is puzzled like Sudoku/
Too clever with each drop, I’m the cool/
Deliver pernicious words on the daily basis/
Come drink from the vine of life, I am an Oasis/
Alfa and Omega of this thing called freestyle/
Still crossing this fools over like AND1 freestyle/
And none of them is in my league/
Exhaust trying to read my script, these niggaz are fatigue/
Enemy of the state like Will Smith/
Mode myself into something corporeal, call me Life-Smith/
Nacirema dream ain’t chasing like these fellas/
Planted my root into Europe like Carolyn Spelas/
Excalibur, I am a Legend/
Poison their heart with this explicit fecund/
Niggaz curing dandruff when epilepsy was there/
Talking jazz like ass they get dare/
Wisdom of the highest order like King Solomon/
Words reaching far like a solar-man/
He was resisting so I flogged him with the birch/
Resigned the nigga and left him in the lurch/
They thought I was done so I got down to brass tacks/
Concept whose truth can be proved, it’s all facts/