sleakid! d0pe lines, yu dey vex no! i c u brov no itensive care unit

Spoiltbrat:

sleakid! d0pe lines, yu dey vex no! i c u brov no itensive care unit

bro I C U too like 3 alphabets,

friday night freestyle, sure sounds good, is there a special thread for it? tommorow is friday and im feeling a bit lyrical already. wanna spar

Ibime:

Goodluck Jonathan. . . . thats my kin/
I swag like him/ plus I wear a hat like him/
But this verse isn’t meant to defend/
cos our dress-code . . . is where the resemblance ends!/
I told my family, vote Buhari or die/
cos I don’t live there. . . but I don’t wanna see y’all cry/
All these politicians want is a piece of pie/
And for that National Cake, they g’on bleed y’all dry/
I ask Jesus why/ we dey suffer for here/
Some of us dey pack shyte. . . cos gutter must clear/
Some of us dey even sell pure water for there/
They make a hawker of the daughter you bare . . It’s utter despair!/
Thank God say I comot that year/
Jand done open my eye. . . oya make we stop and compare/
If dem say jand too much/ dem dey yarn you dust/
But for jand/ your fellow man/ no fit harrass you much/
You no dey pay egunje to clear your van for Port/
You no dey settle teacher to pass exam and such/
School no dey strike, every class is taught/
Every instrument thats needed in the lab is bought/
And no jungle justice. . . dem must charge you court/
We expect the same in Naij. . . they say we ask too much/
Look. . . . I ain’t tryna act all stiff/
But I feel that Nigerians deserve to have all this/
cos during War Against Indiscipline. . . .  we had all this!/
So when you thumbed Umbrella. . .  that’s a fact y’all missed!/
Now it’s subsidy issue/ but lets press rewind/
one year ago. . . before election time/
When Goodluck depleted Excess Crude Account/
Then ran to IMF to loan the same amount/
You see. . . the enemy only works to devour/
They asked for subsidy removal to halve your purchasing power/
You aint gotta guess the message. . .
That Goodluck's election expenses. . . led to the IMF directives!/
Saying we cant afford subsidy is a fatal assumption/
What we really cant afford. . . is waste and corruption!/
I’m a Port Harcourt son/ Amadi where I reside in/
Last year, BoyLoaf  sent me Christmas tidings/
He used to be my neighbour. . .an avuncular fellow/
And so was Dame Patience. . . before her pumpkin was yellow/
but you see. . . I aint blinded by filial ties/
Especially when corruption is killing my guys/
Most of y'all would be really surprised/
That when the revolution start. . . . Goodluck the first nigga to die!/
I always told y’all that son was phony/
Spineless dude . . . who refused to confront his cronies/
He'd rather leave the costs to the masses to bear/
And finally, I see Nigerians spring to action this year/
We have to prepare/ to stand for the cause/
So for all out there. . . here’s a round of applause/

Ibime is still penning nursery rhymes. . . .

He's alive! Lord Sauron lives!!!

oNe

DBR:

He's alive! Lord Sauron lives!!!

oNe

DBR?
I cannot believe all these cats are still alive.
What's happening in this section?

We got more than 9lives dude.No safe hands to leave d future of FFR to, so once a while we pop in to keep it real. Wats up u?

oNe

DBR:

We got more than 9lives dude.No safe hands to leave d future of FFR to, so once a while we pop in to keep it real. Wats up u?

oNe

Forced back from retirement!
Where's Eldee and the others?

waiting for the usual

~Sauron~:

Forced back from retirement!
Where's Eldee and the others?

Your pension exhausted?

dj5naira:

Your pension exhausted?

You are a consummate r[i]e[/i]tard.
No wonder you are hired for as cheap as 5 naira.

~Sauron~:

You are a consummate r[i]e[/i]tard.
No wonder you are hired for as cheap as 5 naira.

A No or A Yes was all I wanted. Not THIS!

The real skill is precisely what he lacks/
Dude aint gat no cell number yet niggas call him wack/
I Top folks like ya chicks' dress code/
The nerd cant come Bold . .even if he uses BB codes!/
I flow hands-free . . I could never head phones/
So you cant handle my real sick quotes/
He aint flier than me you just a leaflet/
Plus you cant be ill . . You only sick in the head/
I could X 3 niggas at a time like a Nokia music phone/
Come neck to neck with me and I'll rip ya colar bone/
Im far ahead . .no other come So Near like a girls' name/
Book-me-down and record losses like careless salesmen/
Trade tackles with me and get severly Barter-ed/
I spit Eden lyrics . . niggas know my flow is Hazard/
Play your cards well or get spanked with a Spade/
I skip the fifth month . . . to serve niggas with dis-May/

see Sauron calling Ibime's verse nursery.
Is this not the same Sauron who posted Ibime's lines word for word, line for line in Africanhiphop just to battle Rapjunkie?
Smh.

so Sauron where are your own lines?

niqqaz talk like bitccccccches. Noisy cats

Ya lines are incomplete, they suffer critical deficiency/
Practice he's perfectin' won't still improve his proficiency/
I drop Simple flows without Much Work like Submachine . . . Gathering momentum to come out with much efficiency/
The raft. . you craft . . are daft. . you drop lines like clown, so they laughed/
But they all know what I draft, . . Xtreme rhymes. . heavy like draught!/
Im the Boss. . like Ross/
See, you can't Outshine me cuz my Lip Gloss!!/
Like electron, you dis(s)charge -ve/
The only time he comes out Full Blown is when he HIV +ve/
Niggas 8 what I do to them when I pitch Octave/
Im like the Holyghost. . I don't forgive/
When they Blas(t)phemy. . I put them on top spot, leaving them Hyper tensive!/
I flow chart, . . I don't bar graph/
Im the Oracle, . . So with this staff. . I split heads in half/
If this calf. . raise Neck like Giraffe. . I belly laugh. . and gaff scalp/
He's illin. ., he needs spiritual healing. ., cuz all his lines are Weavil boring!/
With the way I airlift. ., I still shake grounds to make floorshift/
I force coons to drift adrift/
I'll down you out here, . . .never make you happy, . Even though you facelift/
He X 3 while I murder in pack like 5 Alive!/
Ya b'itch too, I'll kill her live. . Im in my clive. ., others, . . Take a dive!/
Lyrical jive. . I drive. ., sound sweet. .like Bees in Hive/
Take time cuz this Hot lad here. . Tear. . Up like Bear. . those that dare/
Sit in chair. . drink beer. . and watch you flare/
I stay in bullet, that's why Im always In the Lead!!!/
If these Cat-Holics want to Meow in the Creed/
I'll shred furs and make skin bleed!/
Niggas had better exit. . outta here so I don't edit. . you bit by bit/
Even if you come out in millions, . .I still minimize the digit/
Set up a rap battle . .I take on with no weapon/
I mother(murder) . .Father in this game, . . . Plus their spawn. . See I spare no one!/
I Flow to hit Jackpot . . Im fortuned/
In this battle field, i've lined the margin/
And bridge the distance. . Seperatin' real heads from urchins/
I'll saddle. . you with heavy bars, smackin' ur butt at the same time with a paddle!/
So Imma end up all these Opera blast. . when I down cast!!/

Standing on a carton of paracetamol, bitcch am on drugs//
Strike dis niqqaz down, dey get more matches than rugs//
I take the "L" outter my name, dey knw ima "SICK KID"//
Like the cover of em sockets, "I LEAD" (eye lid)//
Any opposer, i take him out like val//
I plug ya eyes and kip it at ay behind so u could watch ya own back like u're ur own pal//
Niqqaz be claiming cats, dey probably animals//
Ima star, y'all "celeb rate " me like its ya town carnivals//
Standing on score boards, the flow is on point//
Hate a sick ish and get some broken joints//
Wtf i keep wasting lines on u dust bins (beings)//
I should probably do a sequencial murder and wait for ya next of kins//
Okay am straight like "I",//
Dis old pros so bend like "U turns" they make no move to get "I" (high)//
Who wanna test, dawq am eager to kill the best and even the next//
can ye (kanye) beat me? My punches take u to west//
My lyrics come on quote,(coat), treatin ya F up is a brief case//
Old cats better watch dis dawq (dog) do some paper chase//
Who's bold enough to say sleak aint ill?//
Yhu sick on ya head better get a pill//
Like i seize ya breath, am the air conditioner//
Am tired of the silly treats, yhu old cats make more noise dan empty container//
My flows treasure, yhu dig?//
I spit §hit, u swallow cos y'all pigs//
Fuckahz chattin continously wid ya fones u still aint gon "drop bars"//
And d only time u gon be on air is wen ur thrown away from mars//
Talk is cheap (chip), niqqaz be actin like plantain seller//
Check (cheque) my ish u knw i gat a bank full of Flows. Aint talkin fella//
like i drop parallel lines, i'll keep ruling//
Yhu niqqazz gat no class. so to u old vets i'l kip schooling//
I aint talkin virginity but dis 16s i've bursted is clean like sanity//
am out like fresh videos on soundcity,

Haba . .

mikuz:

Haba . .

Flows gat u speechless like mj. U gon die like him soon

speechless like MJ <= weak simile

try something else.

mikuz:

speechless like MJ <= weak simile

try something else.

dude spit ya bars or shut tha f up,
Last trash u spat took u 2weeks,

smh

na wa o,
Ibime and Dbr drop something jor.
Na like this we go dey dey?

~Sauron~:

Forced back from retirement!
Where's Eldee and the others?

Most of em hav migrated to twitter.
Eldee in busy droppin his 1 liners on twirrer too
Same for most of em dudes; HJ, chamotex, Mykali, 3D, fiffy et al.

mikuz:

na wa o,
Ibime and Dbr drop something jor.
Na like this we go dey dey?

lol mikuz, i really wanna. .just cant make out time to. .
mayb soon tho.

oNe

No qualms Dbr . . .
Just finished with my project defence now.
And . . .

I get bobos entertained like I was hosting a fest/
Ibime and Dbr spits those Nepa lyrics cos they flows disconnects/
I dont Pennsylvania . . I write iller than Illinois/
Plus I never could wage a trojan war . . I scribe bars to des-Troy/
I blaze wacks/ when I lay facts/
And I can stand Sauron's fire . .like Im Shedrach/
Im a lexical despot/ laying ladies with clinical s ex spots/
Cos IMac (I mack) ho's like an apple desktop/
I dont play games like Xbox/ I bemuse wacks with a simple alien oration/ chase 'em outta town with an Asian greyhound/
And put fakes under the knife . . like a Ceasarrean Operation/
Im praised as the illest rhymer/ cos I never keep it fake like Dj5naira/
His rhymes should get a label . .saying Made In China/

This Eyelid nigga lack the balls to face my fire/
His rap is a fifth wheel . .so its right I make him re-tyre/
I school wacks and vets hail my cyphers/
So I might coach Sleakid like trains in Thailand/
Never could take up an Mtn Project . . I already gat the Fame/
But he gets no foothold in FFR . . what you rap is lame/
I deliver dope lines on the spot faster than an IM/
The ninja cant drop that swift even when he had a YM/

hehehe!

hehehe ma laff small jor,

Thunder don fire you today.
Shey na me you dey use play.
I don finish my project,na me and you for FFR henceforth.
You better pen ya rhymes within the next 24 hours or officially be called a weakling!
Walking corpse!!

ok, lets drop a lil quick one. .


While i was away they trynna be me. . but they cant/
now watch these kids get nervous  cos im back again/
u Wannabes Changin', Wanna be me. . im the Catalyst
ur Reaction?, Hail me like Mary. .tho i aint no Catholic/

count on it, in ma own lane . .  i got no counterpart/
encounter fakes, kill counterfeit when i counter act!/
no truce in sight. . like peace accord btw cats and rats/
u don't see defeat?. . ur vision blur, u got cataract!/

count that out/ I'm david. . u unbelievers r bunch of philistine/
u cats r out . .ma bars pushed y'all past the finish-line/
hate on me. .throwin shots. .but deep down y'all feel his rhymez
y'all need a lot of hooks. . cos u crooks just spit Fishy linez/
dbr tricks minds/ with sick linez/ in each his rhymes/
this time/ cant save 9/. .so for u its Stitching time!/

so check the Fixture lil boyz. .y'all aint Matchin [/i]me/
[i]Flammable. .Step on me. . u get Burnt thinkin bout Matchin me/
cos if i throw Shots its Picture Perfect. . all Framable/
called harry cos like a Potter. .magically i Mould syllable!/


oNe

All these Puppets don't know who they Toy with/
So much talent, im blessed with/
Ya b'itch, I flirt with/
So much Verses. . im overflowing with/
And all these robot. . Ima do away with/
These bug. . be harmonizin' rhythm, forgettin' I unplug/
Yarnin' in code. . they don't realize I debug!/
I flow dyspeptic/
Other coons give me yardstick. . Cuz their flow wick. .lite as Toothpick/
They gat no technic. .more reason they can't come out Thick/
Even if like Wall Clock, they Tock Tick(Talk Thick)/
With simple english. ., I demolish.. those weakfish. . yapin' rubbish/
I mak 'em perish. ., when I unleash/
Once im away, they feel my absence/
Cuz they all know what I bring in . . Complete brilliance. . at constance/
So this dunce, who gat no license. . had better kip silence/
So I dont unleash my vengeance. .and quit his presence!!/
He's just a lexical despot, forgetting im the real wizard!/
Im spittin' blizzard. . of hit to behead this lizard/
His lines construction, are Bad/
Like Road, he need to be Re-tarred!!!/
He says he can stand hell. . Yet I still throw him off balance when I scream Yell!/
Race past speed limit. . Im leaving y'all behind/
Pace past mountain top like Im moving inclined/
I spit fine rhyme line/
So to all those Cats with Nine. . See I crack spine like Vine, still dine. . and wine/
Combine in Mass (Maths), . .I'll still split the ratio like Sine/
All these amoeba, I've whip into shape/
These little cheetahs. . Gape. . like Ape!/
All this offense I'm throwing at him, . . He can't defend even if made Pepe!/
A point, . . you can't prove. . Even with ya chess move/
See you've got to improve. . Cuz I remove . , with my opening move/
Hard ish I puff out turn y'all uneasy/
Fresh Frequency. . I modulate. .So Cool like breezy/
I put smile on ya girl face. .Without her sayin' . .Cheesy!/
He's a Catalyst but he lacks the Science/
I got the chemistry so Im shiftin' alliance/
Don't open teeth here cuz im not ya compliance!/
He's on his own now cuz I pushed him out of the racing track/
He's lost, cuz I poked his eyes out. . Now he sees black!!/
He's david, , . While im the god of David. .Now they know who they worship/
I drop Space Jamz like I own a Starship/
The rhythm im breathing. . Calorific like Prism. . in bunsen/
Im sharp-worded, I dissect Schism/
In here, we don't tally. . .so distanced, like 9ja and The city of Halle/
Come out straight and don't dilly dally . . so I don't Ram you with my rally/
My flow combustible. . Able to burn sun, . .This ain't no Fools talk like April/
Ima burst your a'nal with a double barrel/
Force bottle down ya Adams apple. . and dismantle ya bowel/
See, this boy is brutal!/
He spit shot like a cameraman . . while im Savin' asses . . Call me Superman/
Im The Arthur . . and this servant is Merlin/
Lookin' mal nourished lil wonder his flows are mere lean!/

Dbr tight bars there; thanks a quadrillion for dropping!


Im In a league of my own . . I gat no match pairing/
He Authors wacky and thin lyrics . . cos his bars are Mere Lean/
I haven't even handled my pen and he already filled with fear/
Cos If he claims the arrow-head . . like Britney I swear/ to kill him with Spears/
I flow goal kicks . . so you cant cross me like corner kicks/
Am a bad nigga . . Having Ph's ebony chicks . . blow ma d¡¡ck/
I never could p!mp my ride like Ezibit/ I p!mp ya chick with my ride when I X the beat/
Cos Im the best on the scene/ making ladies wet . .like rainy season/
I scribble cypers/ to cripple wacksters/
And my hooks break your defence . . like skillful strikers/
I dont embezzle like corrupt leaders . . I launder guns/
Word is cheap . . nigga I pump-action/
He should follow the sign/ and run for his life/
Cos like Cape town . . Im only known for crime/
I rap to daze this bas tard/
And erase his one liners/with sickling multies . . .
Pardon but I was Born This Way like Lady Gaga/
He is weaker than Citric acid/
Reason I easily blast him/
His rhymes aint fat . .Omega 3 is what the b¡tch is lacking/
I carefully attack him/ and hurt his feelings/
then cut his spleen/ if he tries to cross swords with me/
I keep it concise when Im crafting the words/
I blow like its' Gusts/ cos I hardly dis-gust/
He aint having the guts/ to stand and face me/
I never could share the grace with him . . Im sure to dis-grace him!/

Sleakid don go do research to reply.

Im right here,waiting for you. Cos you'll get exhausted like combustion of fuel!
Hehehe