I vote for Mimzy.
Cc NLJega.

I vote -
Mimzy
Ivyy
MissGdope

Cc NLJega

I vote
Mimzy, Ivyy, MissGdope, Mysticgal, Diasyluv.
cc NLJega

I vote -
Mimzy
Ivyy.
Cc NLJega

Wicked dad.

Bars, where you at?

Someone just voted in the wrong thread.
*Laughable*

Where is Teddybiyasi, my gf?

N1one.

My vote - Mimzy, Ivvy, MissGdope.
Cc NLJega.

Many Christian churches today tend to put materialism first before the pursuit of God's kingdom. I find this hilarious hence I chose the Jokes Section to post the picture below.
Add yours.

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Vinshu:
An illiterate wife.

I'd rather call her an intelligent wifey.

Good news and, on the other hand, bad news, for commercial drivers in Lagos. How would they survive?

With their forced smile

[size=78pt]TEAMmIMZY


TEAMiVVY![/size]

Let's go!

kr0ne:
Kanyol.

Odogwu, am I safe?

Nominating Mimzy and Ivvy.

Cc: Dgeasy.

Ksslib had the metaphor and wordplay while Gray stole the rhymes, personal and punch. the rest are tied.
I give it to Gray

Dope battle

Ajegunle of all places!

darkenedrebel:



yes..eminem is way more complex than Rakim and Pun in terms of rhyming..if you wanna argue, we would sludge it out. I got time..
we would dissect their verses one by one and pinpoint how many multies they employed in their verses, the complexity of the woords, internal rhymes, length of rhyme schemes etc

Rakim is more precise. Em slants rhymes like Bleep

Ibime just reminded me of Kool G Rap. In terms of flowing with clean rhymes, he's my favorite. He went totally berserk in Allied Meta Forces with Canibus

[Kool G. Rap:]
Welcome to my world, danger and hazards
Gang of bastards, bangin' they ratchets
King and the Jacker, slangin' in traffic
Claimin' they cabbage, obtain half, they aimin' for stackage
Get brains from the attic, keep blingin' with karats
Cops see me in Maddox, then let ya dame have it, flames to the attic
The stains on ya fabric, the paint in the graphic
Canibus and G Rap, bangin' a classic
And if that beef on the street - hate you enough
Blow out ya brain in ya casket
Don't you love this drug element?
Where slugs crush ya melon and dome
Chrome that's known to break bones in an elephant
Shotgun pellets and, gunsmoke; smell the scent
Big bullets wiggle ya guts like gelatin
Cut through ya skeleton, knockage intelligence
Bystanders bite the dust
Jake wanna be like a Russian cuffed thrown in that Riker bus
We raised in the slums, with haze in our lungs, raisin' the guns
Knowin' - my day'll come, razors under the tongue
Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels
Chips in the field of fortune
Dead men walkin' with hits on the grills
Late night at the spot, posted with goons, dope and balloons
Coke and the doom, you scheme?
I'll leave you open with wounds, nigga!
Witness G Rap put it back in perspective
Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers
Get blast for ya necklace
Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus
We up in the club, dash for the exit
Make ya spread 'em out - show you what this lead about
Take it from an old thug, whoever clean cold blood
Believe they bled it out (Yo)
Crave for the war, pop out rages with fours
Hit the jackpot, blazin' the raw - gettin' bands in the pores
Bitches enjoy with dick in their jaws
The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit spot
Open up shop, turn the block to "Planet Rock"
Shit with no chop, slept with the glock with the hammer cocked
Servin' the fiends, hop in the Suburban and lean
Look at that don nigga swervin' in Queens, playa
Ballin' a lot, brawlin' for props, callin' the shots
Hit the curb, birds all on the flock
Jockin', like "who that there covered in all of them rocks"
(Giacanna) It's royalty bitch, fall on the cock, recognize one (Ride out)
Giacanna G Rap, that live one - pay homage (God bitch!)
Get it bleeped up, I spray comments, nigga what?!
(Nigga what, it's The Curriculum: Mic Club)


[Kool G. Rap:]
Know it's, dough over hoes - bankrolls, Rovers and clothes
And shots blow all them cowards and foes
Giacanna proud with the pros, foul mode
We quick reachers, spear with the fearless 'til you drip liters
Flip divas, the big secret on the strip to 'til their tits and beaver
Sip Cris' and sniff coke of the peeter
Yeah we ball big baby, lock off the meter
You should see us, it's movie star status
Scar lavish large cabbage, rip the Pablo Escobar fabrics
Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, nittied out
Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out
Dime bitches behavin' like ya sex slave skizzied out
Some nigga dizzy style 'til he's out, busy mouth
Swerve to the curb, hit the bird split the kitties out
We kidnap for trap - blackmail for a gang a mill
Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails
The blood trail lead to a corpse
Treat my appetite for greed with a torch
For keys to a Porsche, to breeze in the loft
Roll up my hand sheets with the force
We squeeze off, no need for remorse, playa
Forty wild goons, we forty Calhouns
You die forty foul dooms for forty coward moves
Bless sparkle, and spark until my shorty style rules
Giancanna dead? We spread; I'll be a 40 mile tune nigga
What, what nigga? The noble laureate comin' at y'all niggaz
Uh, 40-pound style nigga

mikuz:
007bruce and Darkrebel, I give the both of you 24 hrs to remove those thought provoking posts cos if you make me go through the stress of hiding them, I ll ban you.

The igwe has spoken!

Tut tut tut!! So the chat room is locked

coogar:


see this simpleton.
what you are going through is known as post traumatic stress syndrome. it's a condition known to any of the opponents i have destroyed in a battle ring! the symptoms would last 3-9 months. the more obstinate you get, the longer it persists.

i don't blame you though, na that yeye airmark that failed to ban your account permanently after your woeful loss. why are you bitter anyways? you had your chance in the ring and you lost. all the people gassing you before the brawl gave you the L. your own homies set you up - they left you stranded for cannibal coog to eviscerate.

may amadioha impregnate you with albino quadruplets!

sinizia:


Dickride who? You must have lost your damn mind, son. Ain't nobody got time for your stupidity. Face your chronic autism and leave me outta your beeswax

Oga, I no quarrel na. Why the unnecessary anger?

Illverbz:
Loll, mate. I wouldn't call it dickriding. Maybe he's just a fan and he doesn't really know much about rap. Just be patient with him, he will meet up soon and gets to know what punchlines, metaphors, puns are all about.

The dude is funny though.

Lol, I didn't mean no beef, bro. But that was highly ridiculous

sinizia:

I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks u re a chronic dickrider. Get a life bro
Peace

sinizia:


I don't let beef cloud my sense of reasoning. Your drop was filled with punchlines and meths at almost all the quatrain. Bis dropped punchlines too (not much as yours) and mad wordplays; but he concentrated mainly on STINGING and scorching personals, hence why he won that round for me. You won round one. 'Bis 1-1 Dark.

Mshw! U don't know anything