@ Eldee
Sure u got somefin of that nature?!

Hello fellow Emcees,
This is one of the most creative avenue for mcs to spit their minds. You have the freedom to title your flow with no restriction. You can even drop verse 1, 2, 3, 4 etc as long as you think same song got more verses to burst. . . You can demand for remixes done with any mc of your choice, or you do remixes to other mcs flows (but you seek their consents). There are rooms for collabos and possibly drop the hook, chorus, refrain etc. The rules are mostly the most familiar ones in addition to the following.

1. No Bitting
2. No serious beefing
3. No Fronting (Go for remixes if you're interest in one track or do collabo)
4. Thou shall not vote, but comments are permitted
5. You must title the track(s)
6. Put remix if you are doing remixes.
7. You must be a rapper come mc come hip hop head or any of them as you may believe.
8. Anybody can roll it first


Go!

Sorry girl, you're facing a nightmare while you're screwed deep/
Curled with gel, ass shaking downstairs, d**k is coming THRU your ass to take a peep/



Eh girl this is the last for you. . . i will not diss a bit*chgirl again

(Get low 'Sync)
Switch off, no mf's joint here, the big S is in
Ripped off, you're here but sure you cant even spin
I get them lyrical safe broke, y'all need assistance
I force you to fall grounded, i face no resistance

(Turn it up)
Y'all have to reason wide, i'm the beef not hide
Done more than your best, you have to pay me inprest
Still doing it against all odds, not empty yet the loudest
Now we are in to this, my diss on you got you claw-less

@ Eldee
Kindly send me the 113 ids list please. . .

Yeah, yeah, yeah, uhn. . . uhn. . . uhn. . .,
Another story has been told, but it is history begining/
I was coming to make you realise there's a meaning/
Now y'all keep wondering, aint him the SYNC, yeah i move fastest/
I was the one you beefed, now I forced you to remain speechless/
I will always be, the sickest in the building, am the illest/
I took over because i so much realised the pronounced weakness/
I make you go back for training, you lack fitness/
You know who y'all be, so why do u still ask your mummies/
I spend lyrics anyhow, I have them like i posess all money's. . . ./
Related vices, that is the process, that is where the spice is/
I will not depend on your stiff motion, I keep making the fast-mo/
I am not in that click, but the way i flip you suspect I was in Cashmo/
I raise more hopes but the shit is that I even dash most/
I am the programmer, i would not even make you my guest host/
Cos you are present, but gone far dead, like the Halloween ghost/
I was here is not all i want to say, but the fact is that i make the mcs work harder with this post/
If u 'ever stand to ride on the back of a lion, how will you flow at my back because am the lion that do flows/
Yeah, the lion that do flows!

Yeah mankind, living like we're jailed underground/
I will never keep mute, 'less mic check makes no sound/
I was forced to keep my big dream on track/
I was thinking the sprint was gonna be faster, am black/
Situations and hitches everywhere, but guess what am back/
I aint got the time, i had to make rewind faster/
Picked up up from behind, and i got to do better/
Now the dough is closer, from pako alighting at Aje butter/
Get me some water, cos now am cool, i need to own a shelter/
No leaning back, Sync the don on mic, do this great back to back/


Yeah, back to back

Still be me, me wey u go still dey feel/
SYNCman with the rap intention WE DEY KILL/
I go ever remain myself, u too try be urself/
I dey angry, u know say that ur beef make me vex sef/
I be the best, you still be the rest/
The heart dey inside me, I get the mind/
Na true say papa pass pikin, i know u no be my kind/
I be the power house, comot trouble abi u dey find/
Do this my may, no be dat ur mumu display/
Fighting me no dey pay, just show urself d 9ja way/
E be like say na words dem wan play, but na childsplay/
Pidgin or oyinbo, shey u no know say na me get ma flow/
BJ, against me, me against Alex, maybe e go be me with flowshow/
I no dey discriminate, abi no be the love for rap we dey show/
I No dey block way, but i go make una move in slow-mo/
My self be me, and I know be coward, , i no dey lay low, lai lai (never!)

Repping Naija to d CoRe!

Ways

He Mrs. She-Goat, I know you can now bleat, nice feat, though u may be his 6th/
But surely, Mr. Billy, the no-horn silly kid is right there for your bleeping feast/

My type needs no hype, cos i see so many fakers appeared cursed/
That's why y'all paused, keep watch and dont touch, am the annointed i scourch/
I keep rolling 'em out, this truly vex 'em tout, doubt it your lyrics cant shout/
I bet with my health, pain is what you felt, you now closer to hell than death/
I am not very winsome, that is why i got you in some shit, that is ugly/
I got here fast, I will always remain a bully, shear fast you could get some clothes - wooly!/
Sweet cries are over, sprint cross-over, cos by now you should have a shelter, a cover/
I took you far away, Now it's to harsh you wanna be a runaway, kid I say no way/
My rhymes @ their primes, my tim[/b]e is right as clean [b]crime, sublime cos this is basic like lime/
I am the champion not even ping pong's, am lion my inscriptions greater than king kong's/
My day to fly, you day to cry, Cos now you're shy, but me? for why?
The lead warrior, y'all know I cause horror, my flame did, it still dulls y'all/
Call a 'pade, a[b] spade[/b], most men here could be better called Jade/
For wackstars my lyrics siphoned, yet y'all know I got paid, while y'all bitches got laid/
I'm sorry ridiculous souls, you could be better doing something sinuous, probably slows/
Rap AINT silly, it doesn't Bleep 'hores, who'd the craziest screwing, naughty bores/

Rhymes and conc rhyming only!

Rules:
1. nO bITTING
2. nO pAPA aND mAMA dISS
3. nO sERIOUS bEEFING
4. 16 - 24 lINES


Any body can start the shit, aint this cool? come on Emcees

At least Bolaji will have another job to do. Just kidding, I love his nominees and the winners' selection. this could help start 2008 rapworld cup

OldSYNC:


N.b:
Baruf (Wack MCs), Origo (Real/Hot MCs)

@ Buzz
u be baruf, shey u code? check my flowquote

@ bUZZG><><><><><>

You never Bleep with king of ryhmes, not even at times like this/
I will make you hiss, and them my butt you kiss, please kid, eat your cheese/

Trouble nobody okay?! ehen.

Old-age counts, SYNC at once did what you do twice/
Better than what the judges minds read, use ur church minds/
We're different kinds, your flow cant over-flow, though my common runz/
Snatch gunz, point at me, yet I call your names, y'all yell "Sir!"/
Yes sirs are only said to few in the battlefield, everywhere but to the bosses/
Now who the boss is? Need not go study fossils, your head need cool touches/
I am where the power lies, If you doubt this try to memorize my flows/
You shake while your need to flow, cos you are living on overdose/
The building will shake, that is why I[b] stay to give what [/b] it takes/
Take the chippings, I will feed you more of words like i feed chickens/
Check your breaths, are you not going six feet deep/
Cos you are rising beyond the bar and there are shots beyond the bar/
How far? Are you still gonna die as wack as your lords?
Are you moving far, as distanced as your gods?
Im sorry I was like dissing your blood, maybe I beat the gun/
Still on the run, everlastingly not ready to pause, no scores/
I forever lead, all you do is to do chores,
Your boss CANT even live to believe that your heart stops/
Ah ah ah, , the MF is gone red in hell, I KEEP REPIN in here/



I need no more pleasure, life is a sin, wE NeEd Force, Aint that a good justice i am only freestyling above not too many attack. Im serious

You're lyrics 're choking, they now calling for help, they're pleading/
You dentition is foaming*, you cant stop the bruised jaws bleeding/


Go to hell! MF

Hymns from the farthest land, where is the hymn book, rap battle? I dont think so, Here is RAP BATTLE face a man, open the thread and burst, okay?

Yo! Lil skit, thinking you are the hit track, remember to visit the lyrical gym to keep fit/
Cos you aint seeing it, you need no warning 'fore I will give you what u truly need -shit!/

All y'all predecessors pray for is Jah's bliss, cos when I kiss y'all/
The spits make you curl, please get set, I'm planning your downfall/

Fine y'all for voting, there is more to this game than the beef spits, We are all here at least 4 the luv of the game, good, Alex we are gonna do more of this with more peace. At least justice lies in the hands of voters, that is one of the rules.

Runaway runner may always come back to lock horns/
But i think all wounded civilians have not been used to thorns/
You are better off a prophet, go speak in tongues/
I hate it, I dont like human chewing junks/
I now remember, you are high, i offer you OD, they got u drunk/
If rap was the game, and ryhming miming with mami was the basket, you cant dunk/
U lil dumb, i hate you sucking ur thumb, while I make you cramp/
Poor Dee' you always hate the deal, when you are not the real/
Kill the Bill, goats are not meant to pair with the ill/
Po-deep, my lyrics will forever spill, cos u defaulted the bill/
Never rush here, never try crush here/
If you are frustrated, cant refresh here/ u unknown monk!

I'm fucking you up babe, I'm very sorry this could diss her cuntdissapoint you Mr Alex, but I swear this is the evidence to procure your jail sentence! Just go in there, call me 08059140966 or 07038120655 for your essential hiphop kits,  Lol

NOW I G ON A LIL BIT BADDER,  at least to wrap your sentence up,



Cant be your date because your wakness is strictly the heavyweight/
I made you suffocate because your style of bitting is out of date/
Go down lane, or I come over with my cane, to inflict tha' pain/
You're the worst nairaland stain, worse still you are hanging in the emcees' plane/
Are u trying to skip going to jail, Now die of tha truth "There is no bail"/
Next time you'll come, Learn how to sail deep/ right here, no shallow 'weep/
You truly lack to beep, like po-deep/You rhymes're wack, you lack PUNCHLINED powerpack/
You were feeling like a star while you lack flows, go do slows/
I kill like tar, that which wont melt through your nose, nor a pump' hose/
Now you see not, you're choking/You worn nut causes rap's over-floating/
What you got is rotten, because you stinking wrapper aint cool for quoting/
You will ever be misled, like the first runners to Asafa canal got 'emselves dead/
I'm forced to make it public, is the wound healed of where you bled/
Trying 2 be loyal, you pledged, now you're a runaway battler like the ones I edged/
You will ever be here to burst from the swarve of my double-edged swinging 'word/
Try being d Mr World/in rap u lack words/bow to SYNC say "save me Rap-Lord/"


OldSYNC still owns this building!

'Fore now, it wasn't beef, but I realized you're hungry, I got u bad meal from my grill/
Torn clown, ur jokes got many stiff, you's running, u know the fact, I feel fulfilled/
It was then a deal, but now we are doing what (martial) artistes love in Jackie and Jet Li/
See who'll be free, cos the court's now in session, picking me as a battler is killing ur faction/
I caused it; my voltage made the pressure lure you to sleep to death on dat high tension/
You ever dreamt a session, but now your upcoming days are reserved for detention/
This is my ascension, like the stairs of the pyramid in Egypt, the closest to Alex/
You are truly a tool like me but the difference is that I make use of you, am the badest/
After the whole saga, and d injuries from my daga, you will lay low and subdue, wordless/
Still on the days of pentecost, that shows my expression keeps you wondering/
Conquering every war is my legacy, which man ever battle the Jah of Rap, My supremacy/
Im sorry speaking loud, but your wife pressurized me to tell you she owe me a delicacy/
She made issues worse when she told me you've been celebrating vexed years in celibacy/
How can you be a celebrity, with no good pedicure performed on ur lyrics for an identity/
With my unbiased sincerity, you never worth to be placed here even as a liability/
My simplicity makes me have pity, so that u wont black out, I offer you 1 voltage electricity/


Now re-cast your votes!

mailman cum' cos he saw ur bleeping scene, with d plastic thing, he couldnt giv a better medicine/
He was forced to deliver d wackest of d mails in ur box, u use dem all feeling you are the hottest

"I want to be a fly emcee" u keep yelling, fake girl thinks it's about PUBIC hair gelling,
If it aint you're like a little sister, I would have press del faster, hey u better scamper

Now you wanna joke, Cos you know my illness got u almost dead cos you fervently choke/

You are lyrically broke, y not im oldsync and get that hard stuff, the punchlined coke (cocaine)/

Alex what is your stand on the current battle? aint gonna say something about the winner/looser in the current battle or aim at round 2?