Darkrebel:


learn to understand situations before opening your mouth.. you are still new here.. if you know what this iddiot did in our thread and in my thread with krone you won't be saying this..

besides based on bars he won.
but stretching ain't condoned here...

now don't tag me again or even reply this... okay? good
.take care

Hahahaha, is that like a warning or something? I think I'm scared right now.
Anyways, bottomline is I've observed some degree of animosity between you and some cats on here, just on my short time on here; you might just wanna take things easy is all I'm saying.
From what I gather, you're still a teenager, so heed the elderly advice, son.

Darkrebel:
How many lines did you guys agree on?
cos Giyaz had 16 quatrains...


constructive criticism--

Giyaz you stretch lines tooooooooo much and it makes your punches flat and dont land.. that's unprofessional and what Amateurs and newbies doo.. don't you learn?

Secondly, drop fresh bars..
you are too Generic.. if no one will tell ya the truth..make I yarn you.. its only that kuku greeting ish u did from Mr bones that I felt... the rest are generic

in this modern age you are still dropping light/bulb/ dynamite/blow/ moses-rod/ caesarian / dig lines-shovel.... For real?

if it was Teddy biyasi you dropped this crap for, she would have decimated your bottom...

Slow your roll man, hope you know this your remarks have a strong tendency to sway votes.
Someone takes out time to think out ideas and constructs bars and all you can say is that they're generic.
So much for constructive criticism. SMH

I got the urge to purge my thoughts on page, till my inner sage raves its rage and that source of pain escapes its reign..//

Coz its terrain runs deep in its waste, and Picasso Pallet scars deep in the face, distortion once creased with the paint, tell me how do I sleep with the vain?..//

Turbulent motions air-strikes the commotion, got me reliving world war 2 without patriotic sense of devotion, why am I here why so much emotion? My tears are salty let them wash away in the ocean..//

Hatred and resentment building a tower of babel, I could kill you easily like cane did to abel, and sugarcoat the truth with golden syrup that maple..//

But I'm not conceited nor am I grotesque like Dorian Grey imagery, My lines are well defined there no subliminal symmetry, so get it straight!..//

If pain is love? than love is battered, and that sense of illusion no longer mattered..//

Thoughts being fought, in my cerebrals source, no doubt gwen on that "Dont Speak" Sign language Remorse//

Enforced the lyrical horse, my force is serendipity coarsed, left bitches bled out the gaunt, till life cycles paused on Meno-Pause!..//

So Bleep you Period! You aint serious, my speech is impeccable you an illiterate village idiot!..//

A homo from homers Illiad, So I came Pro-bono in flows by the Myriad, just to kill you off like radical Syrians..//

~Heartthrob

Darkrebel:


am doing some assignments ..

are you watching por^n?

Lol he must be...

Darkrebel:



chai!!!

smh

Lol, take a chill pill. In my inner circle, we loosely ascribe the phrase "world best" to whatever we find appealing. Don't read much meaning to it.

Aiite, let me post a lil' something:



Immune to plagiarism/
Can't imitate mines//
Get lost in the mad rhythm/
Of intricate rhymes//
They flossing with bars bitten/
Illiterate minds//
I leave they whole clan bleeding/
Like Syndicate crimes//

PhaseOne's on phase nine/
Wage wars on lame guys/
Even trained bomb disarmers can't foil or tame mines/
Debunk your base rhymes/
You sour like slaked lime/
When my acid-laced lines/ corrode your canines/

Your styles are bitten/
Take a cue from this goon who's got penchant for spitting/
The livest writtens/
In these sour days/ I even the odds, these punks pray/
My verbal flames bring the life like what a stillborn craves/

Pedestrian cats getting crashed, call it hit-run raids/
so like Le-bron James/
I "carve a lair" in this arena/
To devour these lames who'd be better of ballerinas/
While your girl gimme head that's off the meter like Katrina//

So I take it to the head/
Still I blaze Creeps with the lead/
Jeopardizing your health, take a safe trip to the Med/
Peep the multi-rhyming/
Supreme stance he fortifying/
Sneak plans he nullifying/
Lames he mummifying/
Carcass of wack rappers wholly wrapped in holy rap/
This that new God flow, bring the wrath to phony wacks//


Hehehehe, just phuking around...

Ibime:



Quick one. . . . shebi na no holds bars. . . . don't start no arguments though, all na bars. . . .


Beef me?

I go bark commandment/ Pay confra boys N100k to rip apart your garment/
Try me!. . . .for class, you go hear. . . "Na who dey answer Aromolaran for this art department!"/
Stupíd nigga chat too loud/ Put your life story online. . . cos you act too proud/
Here’s the facts, you clown. . . .
You in Level 1 . . . . Unilag. . . Arts. . . that means any nigga here. . . can track you down!/
Infact. . . look outside your classroom now/
Since you dey claim O.B.O. . . .I sent 5 niggas there to kidnap you now!/
He shout "google Oba Aromo. . . my papa na Chief"/ . . . and when I googled I could hardly believe/
The headline in the article reads/. . . .Aromolaran defrauds Osun State account. . . . #yourfather na thief!/
Ole! Barawo!. . . I done catch him son/ He no sabi run/
Kr0ne, weterem kerosene. . . Giyazz, bring matches come!/
Wetin I dey talk na true/ no be something new/
You’re 18. . . .your pops is 80. . . . #Godiswatchingyou!/
First wife pikin. . . school in jand/ Second wife pikin. . . Cambridge uni grad/
So it’s truly sad/. . . .when your turn reach . . . "Madam, that your mumu pikin go manage Unilag"/
I’m very sure though/ Your mates dey study Maths, Engineering and Law bro/
After millions spent on schooling. . . .”Papa, I want read fine art”. . . .#wicked pikin. . . . #DiarisGodO!/
Emotional creep/ Heard Ibi’s a Maths grad. . . . so he opened his teeth/
"Art students are smarter than Maths". . . . . bítch, who told you to speak!/
Who call you?/ Pesin wey no fit add 2 + 2/
When intellectuals dey talk. . . .you’re the type we carry shoe pursue/
cos we don’t care what the schoolboy drew!/ . . . . check the odds mathematically/
How many Nigerians earn decent salary. . . . from art gallery?/
So from here on, your life will be so frustrating/ Lemme hail Warriblood. . . .cos I know you’re hating/
Today, he’ll get paid for 20 haircuts. . . . you’ve never sold one painting!/
You better pull your socks up sonny/ cos it’s not so funny/
that you mock niggas who hustle their way. . . .cos of your mother's pocket money!/
Phaseone got props cos his raps is tight/ You started acting hype/
Jealous nigga. . . . we see the bítch in you. . . . hermaphrodíte/
Posted his sister pics online saying "they’re free to mingle"/ "See their dimples"/
My first reaction. . . .these baboon looking bítches . . . need to squeeze their pimples!/
Bleached skin looking like roasted bolé. . . . Ksslib is evil/
Those bítches. . . black and yellow, black and yellow. . . . Wiz Khalifa single/
Let’s keep it simple/ cos beefing you is dumb and unhealthy/ You ain’t coming correctly/
when Coogar and Krone. . . showed you posing. . . wearing thong in a selfie!/
You lost poorly to Teddy/ and Max brought your corpse before ministers/
So test me. . . . and die in a gas explosion. . . . when I fire on all cylinders!/



. . . ..

Chai, Ibime na world best abeg.

mikuz:


You are new here so you no go understand.

Lol okay sir.

mikuz:


Its definately and not definitely

You're wrong, my guy, it's definitely...

Principally rhyme in time, my flow rate compounds
your interest/
The wrath-of-my-math/ be leaving these cats/ steady
seeking redress/
Peep the science, art-that-I-craft be bringing the
cheques/
Stripe earning/ mic burning/ supreme stance
affirming/
Monumental mental property/ emancipating minds
from poverty/
Amid all the parody/ suspect like concept purgatory/
Packing more potential than static mechanic energy/
This be Elegy/ for Art that's dear to me/
In the booth/ spitting truth/ for the youth/ amid
austerity/
FFuck a board, we be the trustees of posterity/
As life's enchanted cup's steady gleaming near the
brim/
Years steal fire from mind as vigour from limbs/
Yet the onus/ still be on us/ gotta blaze-the-trail/
Embrace-the-frail/ teach 'em to go against-the-grain/
Food for thought large enough to feed the Grecian-
state/
Hazard a guess, I'll ball to the top, that Belgian's-fate//


~PhaseOne

Geoxpress:

cool.. dope verses u got.

Thanx man, real recognize real.

On Some Mafioso Sh*t:


D0pe strategies, powder pushing-supreme-scheming/
On the fast lane of life I'm cruising-you-still-dreaming/
Wannabe shot-callers abusing-the-real-meaning/
While I'm swimming/ in women/ like sperm in seemen//

How sad/ your lame game's just-a-facade/
Heard your lifetime dream is stuck on Honda-Passat/
Son we broker oil deals with Ramon's-and-Assad's/
Mad connects overseas/ choosing M's over G's//

Loyal to barons yet we flinging-the-Mrs./
"Beef" with my "cats"? "Dawg" you gon' be swimming-with-the-"fishes"/
Garden City Victoria/ basking in Euphoria/
Switching hoes/ like flows/ no regard for gonorrhoea//

Interpol on-my-dick/ cuz of-my-links/ in colombia/
More they be on we trail the more the story gets gorier/
Yet we leave the crime scene with no evidential-trace/
Then return to rocking mic's with imperial-grace//

~PhaseOne

Geoxpress:
lol.. is Phase0ne really new here?

Lol, well he is on here...

Ibime:



Im allergic to wack rappers and automatically sneeze/
I could backflip a span of degrees/. . . . and land on my knees/
A Roman Catholic priest/ smoking botanical trees/
Never engineered a track, but I master the streets/
My voice is trapped in the beat/ that you tap with ya feet/
But my face is unseen like a phantom in sheets/
This manacled beast/. . . . do damage to a victim/
Your lection is nothing but axiomatic wisdom/
I'm laughing at ya diction/ a rapping contradiction/
I throw acid on a pacifist . . . and laugh at his affliction/
You just a miniature midget/ I make the minister fidget/
I f&ck Jane and Jill. . . . then administer Bridget!/

Dopium!

WARRIBLOOD:
dude the Guy is jealous of you, that's why he asked to brawl you instantly.

I was here before darkrebel joined NL,HE used to drop long verses on ffr nobody gives him LIKES or even quote is verse talk less calling is name.

The Guy was so angry that he decides not to drop long verses again until
Some dude like elymax9 limeprick and I encourage him to keep it up Cus back Then we were still newbies like him..

So you phaseone is the one who needs to take a chill And pee on your newly formed haterz Cus of ya instantly popularity (I might even be one of dem too as from next week eye swear )

Darkrebej is jealous That's the fact and everybody's knows that for you getting applauds from vets on your first appearance ain't easy Bro



Sneeze.....

Lol thanx man, I'll take that in advisement.

Darkrebel:



Warriblood is a known fool here.. his words dont mean a thing..

I only said you should drop FRESH verses..
you have dropped about 6 or 7 verses but all are recycled...

Drop something fresh...cos what you are doing is spamming the thread with your old verses
you could open a thread instead and drop all your old verses there

Not all the verses are old.
By the way, they've never been posted on this forum before.
So take a chill pill, son.

WARRIBLOOD:
the niga just came here today your hating on him already

Phaseone I swear better run to Facebook if you nor won loose your life

You can see darkrebel Don already start to dey vex for you



By the way you got the gift Bro you enter place oneday everybody begins to scream your name!!!

Lol, thanx @ WarriBlood, real recognize real.
@DarkRebel, relax ehn, we go still battle someday lol.

Back On That Conscious Sh*t:


My nigga Nas told me "life's a bietch" in ninety-four/
So phuk tryna make a nun from a nasty whorre/
Spitting rhymes for the minds with subliminal reach/
As we thrive in these times where with minimal hitch//

...the greedy elite get rich while we vastly poor/
Yet we fast, implore/ the Lord for lasting more/
When good times endure/ and Cristal will fastly pour/
And fans cop every last one of my tracks in stores//

Quite literally, it's slippery, the streets that is/
The scenery - niggaz in penury but out for cheese/
What's the essence in you leading a life where you be missing out/
...the quintessential things, that's bad, how does that even out//

You tryna be the man/ but lacking what the sh*t demands/
That very humble kid now a celebrated criminal/
You tryna be the man/ who stacking cream from witty plans/
That model humble kid turns a celebrated criminal//

Earning a living? Yeah he had to work for it/
It's quite an irony/ questionable legality/
A step short of celebrity/ he making it like Fifty be/
Levels above folks that spent years in university//

Yet you wonder why the hunger prevails/
It's the system that we're in, e jus get as e dey/
So we gotta hustle hard, either way just make pay/
Cuz ain't no telling/ when we ending/ up in coffins and Graves!!//

PhaseOne

liricyst:
This nigga is spitting flows..and splitting foes..with freaking blows
T'was freaking close...
when i escaped from a Lagos mob for stealing shows!!!

He's amazing...ever blazing...just some words they've used to praise him
Even his parents needed a great giant gantry to raise him....
I know the kind of wordies you niggies be craving
So the beast storms the stage with nothing but a grey jean
nobody there's going scot free when i spray beam
With my cray team, other castaways...see us blast and slay
These kids better fast and pray
cos I ex-men the week of their origin....just to watch the days of their future passed away

Bleep having to be ranked....
i know rappers who happened to be spanked...in battles by crappy little w.anks
Strolling to their zenith with basketmouth...laughing to the bank!!!

Not the type who types and cares...Bleep your likes and shares
I only focus on spitting hard enough to ensure that mics are scared..
i respond to gibes and sneers....
by pushing you into my trap of spikes and snares...
then selling your body parts to cannibals.........so that your joints can be liked and shared!!!!!

Nice plot

LooNat11kk:
Phase one has been battling before most of were given license to use a mobile phone.

Calling him a ghost account is just absurd

Lol, thanx man; tell dem jare.

ELYMAXiimus:
Phaseone is def a ghost. How come you know every corner, every key n so on, the very minute you signed up. You're thor! It seems you were so eager to let us know it's you . After revealing urself, u're regretting nd trying to twist ur way back .
That text style is thor's. I said it, you don't battle. You only drop freestyle verses.

Lol, I know every corner cuz I'm quite articulate B)

And I just have one question - are you on facebook?
If yes, just enter any dope rap group on there and inquire about PhaseOne.

PaulThor:
I am phaseone.... HOW DO YOU like my new ghost account?

Lol impersonation is a corny trait!

ELYMAXiimus:

jabs with perfect flow.
Nd you also used slants.
Like rhyming dirt with get.
For a normal freestyle verse, i'll rate this 7/10.
But as a battle verse, 4/10.

Chill man, not every verse is a battle verse;
it's a script on grind...

Never stress/ I grace the mic with finesse/
Spitting rhymes/ for witty minds/ that's quick to connect/
I'm hella lyrical/ lace that metaphysical/ rhythmic piece/
That transcends elusive realms, peep this critical script//

Iller expressions than the lesions on a leper's skin/
No 'mount of rain could clear them spots off a leopard's skin/
So dynamic, I flip modes like Busta's team/
With boxers on, you get shortchanged, no fraudster schemes//

Fans out in Antarctica/ yearn for this West-African/
Intercontinental mental prowess, lames stay handicapped/
McMaddy rap/
Now these kids elated like they daddy back/
My bars incarcerate, fake frauds get interned/

Better yet they get interred/
Cremated, placed in urns/
Come in threes or fives with nines, I'mma still beat the odds/
It's seventh heaven/ when my rhyme raise hell like nine-eleven/
You do dirt? Must be vermin, I'm on a deeper grinder level//

Rhyme divine/
You could say I'm freaking 'head of my time/
Never mind, I define the time/
They lagging behind/
Nickels and dimes/ we gross from grind/ don't try to interrupt us/
Cuz you could never come correct like c0itus interruptus//

~PhaseOne

PhaseOne:
The gems he releasing/ in-depth lyricism/
Leaves you lost in bars like an inept teen in prison/
High stakes on Phase, the bets keep increasing/
Wordplay for days, these lames stay bed-ridden/

Mental bleeding on the page/ lyrical haemorrhage/
Wars waged/ for daily wage/ cynical ghetto sage/
Criminal rebel ways/ yet minimal lethal raids/
Strategize/ cheddar rise/ real-nigga enterprise/

Without a vest, I meddle in dirt/ test my mettle and get/
Left to see Nate like those embezzling cheques/
I'm on my grind son lest I'm settling debts/
Mic's my bride/ we abide/ in sizzling sex/

Articulate lines impregnate minds/
Real heads recognize though in separate climes/
Wack niggaz boutta see they flow end like sea shores/
I'm leaving 'em with full blown nerves, seizures!//

@Ellymaxiimus, rate this verse.

ELYMAXiimus:
If i was a french man, i'd start arresting anyone who plays tolouse.
This has gotta be the most generic pun.


Btw phaseone is good, but i doubt he'd survive a battle.
He's like dj 5naira.

Lol now is that right?

That's an old verse from my rhymebook by the way.
Prolly 3 years old or something, so don't overflog the line.
Btw what's a DJ 5naira?

GIYAZZ:
Principally rhyme in time, my flow rate compounds
your interest/
The wrath-of-my-math/ be leaving these cats/ steady
seeking redress/
Peep the science, art-that-I-craft be bringing the
cheques/
Stripe earning/ mic burning/ supreme stance
affirming/
Monumental mental property/ emancipating minds
from poverty/
Amid all the parody/ suspect like concept purgatory/
Packing more potential than static mechanic energy/
This be Elegy/ for Art that's dear to me/
In the booth/ spitting truth/ for the youth/ amid
austerity/
FFuck a board, we be the trustees of posterity/
As life's enchanted cup's steady gleaming near the
brim/
Years still fire from mind as vigour from limbs/
Yet the onus/ still be on us/ gotta blaze-the-trail/
Embrace-the-frail/ teach 'em to go against-the-grain/
Food for thought large enough to feed the Grecian-
state/
Hazard a guess, I'll ball to the top, that Belgian's-fate//


~PhaseOne

My hommie, he's coming to Nairaland, y'all welcome him well o! Cos he's a plus

@Giyaz, thanx man.

Yo check it:


I'm breeding goons in the streets/
Ripping tunes with these scripts/
On a loco motive, train of thoughts leaving crews in the pits/
Stunning rhymes/ adorning mics/ embellishing rap/
That's Y my verses X your stars off the celebrity map//

This Rap Ville's a battlefield filled with illing troops/
But I boast the "killer shots," son I'm the "living proof"/
These young cats think they wild? I leave tigers in the woods/
Killed cyphers in the hood/
Damn I'm up to no good//

Rude awakening, a-hostile-breakfast-I'm-duly-serving/
I'll make ya-whole-style-wane-fast-like-Rooney-starving/
Seductive flow, B, these honeys swarming/
Even for Russia dem dey jo sef, omo I dey rule like Stalin//

Kill your buzz like I beheaded your fans/
Only time I'm bound to lose, son I'm headed for France/
Know why your lame arss/
Can't ball with A-class?/
It's cuz you're more dummy than a mudaphukin faked pass//

~PhaseOne

One for them heads who be upholding the essence of HipHop
Two for my niggaz in the ghetto steady living it up
Three for the honeys and mammies burning them Bob Marleys
Making mega moolah, need no maga cuz she get that money

Iller writtens I be scripting got me spitting these
Metaphoric gems that set trends and bring ends
Yo peep my stable, with a mic and them turntables
I spit syllables that'll wreck ya label cuz they're unassailable

This ain't no fable, I'm beyond your category
Gallant goon gaining grounds, giving guts, getting glory
"Shady" cats wanna brawl but the "aftermath" is gory
So they solicit for ends like broke attorneys

Too underground, I take elevators to Hell
Just to dine with Diablo and get blown by Jezebel
Thoughts "darker" than a moonless night in Senegal's capital
Cypher encoded like genetic helical particles.

~PhaseOne

mikuz:
This is supposed to be for a cypher but Bleep it now . . . Four years no be beans.
.

I pop nifty rhymes with energy and cadence/ my sick antics are more weird than eccentric patients/
I owe no one any effing allegiance/
If I work for the government, while I'm embezzling your payments/ I ll be renting out pavements/ to robbers, rebels and gay friends/
. . cos I'm one hell of a crazy nigga, strange enough to wrestle his parents/
Feds don't find it easy in detecting this agent/
Therefore if he vex me with statements/ I ll tuck a nine to bleed him when I stealthly appear in his basement/
So Bleep Apple computers, my 'Alien wear' help me evade earthly surveillance!/
All ya puns are pesky and flagrant/ You re a pest and a vagrant/ ya rhymes are emptier than a lex that is vacant . .
Pick race anywhere you start sensing my frangrance/
Cos the closer I get to you, the more your joints gets several displacements/
. . So keep ya complex metas for the Ghanians . . Or Ill have you killed in a super store . . like the Charlie Hebdo assailants!!/

Complete nigga, it ll only take me three paddies/ to raise me a army/that will start invading ya allies/ and wipe ya clan off like an Asian tsunami/
Battling me ll peel ya outer skin, cos my punches ll turn you pink . . till voters name you an albi!/
Leave him hazy and partly/ staggering like he's taken some palmy/
Ask Teddybiyasi,
Chics finds me insanely attractive . . .
. . cos I ball better than CHAN . . and its not relating to Jackie!/
I don't know why hes tryna take a jibe at me/ cos he saw a pix of me pressing his babe in a cabby/
PDP money, I ve got huge papers I carry/
. . Never ask for change when I'm buying drinks and tables at parties/
But only Soda water you go buy . . you go just start to dey shout 4 change
. . like supporters at APC rallies!!/

I shell the homo/ till you can bet his hollow/
. . then have his girls running after me . . you can see those whoresracing . . lets talk Polo!/
My mets are dope yo/ that's why my style's what you beg to follow/
. . Plus my skill you envy oh no!/ . . cos my metaphors make this place 'come alive' like Airtels Red hot promo'!/

So stay back ya wack/ you can't prevail with the way that you rap/ I'ma call actors to watch while raising an axe/ to start seperating ya lap/
. . cut you to pieces in a theatre seat each time I stage an attack!/

Ma pattern of rapping is cold/ my freestyles worth more than caracts of gold/ the kinda Kalas ah load/ punish weaker defences like the Arsenal of old/
. . so he better not reveal himself or Ill either unleash sailors or Tompolo's boys to batter this goat/. . if he start to 'showboat'!/

I laugh at these lepas/
Claiming they stanzas are clever/ When its actually clearer/ they still won't spit this ill if they mastered my letters/
An headmistress can't claim class with a rector/ when Ronaldo is in the pitch, you can't say that Hazard is elder/
So If I spar with a fella/ and he fails to hail my raps as the better/ he ll struggle to put his body parts back in together/
. . cos even if he runs and seeks refuge in a monastery . . the way my mortar ll sink that 'Abbey lower' . . you ll think its a Madrid defender!/

Hes too useless to be king/ the only thing I benefit from him/ is having free ssex with his queens/
. . so why would a worthless fool claim to be the best in the ring?/
. . I might as well decide to sell off the being/ as a slave in Warsaw just to make him 'go to the Poles' like Nigerians in February 14!!/

This well phrased cypher/ ll finish everything from you damn failed biters/
I'm a rare cage fighter/
Truth is,
My goal this new year is to cut ya eyes, nose and mouth off . . and turn y'll to 'barefaced' liars!/

This is nothing like bragging/ if it comes down to battling/ the king here ll get the longest of thrashing/
So is he the illest mo'fucker, I'm asking/ I don't see any new stuff hes enacting/
. . hes just a pussy I can on my big screen . . Jennifer Lawrence in acting!/

You can't say that you aint enjoying my rapping/ since 2011 I kept y ll applauding and clapping/ from FB to NL I've been inspiring niggas with what I've been drafting/ so keep nitpicking these puns I'm dispatching/
. . Y'll never be 'This sick' if you cloned the partner of Khourtney Kardashian!!/

I like this, quite amusing and dhope.

mikuz:
Phaseone your rhyming skill na fire o.

Thanx man, na try we dey try.

They say they're Streets Disciples/ claiming they creeps with rifles/
I spot the bittch in your speech, get your gimmick stifled/
They sitting idle/ watching flicks 'bout Crips n Pirus/
All of a sudden they thugs? Mehn this piece is vital/

Listen up, I relay themes like four runners/
Tired of lacking while they stacking hence we cut corners/
In comes pretence/ deception over incompetence/
I'm going in for these ends/ phuk tryna sit on the fence/

Establishing bonds/ with far-reaching thugs/
Who specialize in brandishing guns/ and ravishing nuns/
You mess with they lives, they vanishing yours/
Simply doing all we gotta do else we languish in slums/

Where fake cats get to fronting yet they leave with seizures/
Got belief in God but we far from religious/
Cats "pray"/ cuz the order of day/ be "predation"/
I'm from the gutter/ where brodaz murder/ for recreation/

Instead of sitting, contemplating 'bout the situation/
I be steady dominating with my intuition/
Never tell, homie, snitching ain't in the jurisdiction/
Cuz we slay intruders/ who play the role of Judas/ in crucifixion//
(Shitt is real, no fiction)