Krizzkutz: I said shock me n drop sth lengthy

dude don't judge me.

Krizzkutz: I said shock me n drop sth lengthy

urs aint lenghty either

I'm nt surprise dat wacks are claiming best when dey cnt even spit proper/jes imagine..for headies olamide collect best rapper/what has rhythm and poetry become/I gues a sh1t dat even a newly born baby cn become/what am I driving at?,..we nid ppl lyk me to save the game/ppl with lyrical fitness nd not the lame/wack niggaz beta quit rap cos here comes my reign/if u dnt,u nd ur generation wil neva again c d RAIN/even if u claim to be on weed,u lack d0peness/u'll either be in d grave or left alone in d WILDERNESS/I mean u alone nd I'll take away ur ROD/so unlyk MOSES nd co u won't receive MANNER frm GOD/cos u messing wit rap means u must lack MANNERS/jes lyk u polluting d air in front of ur grandpaz/I'm d sh1t d only way u cn protect urself is by wearing pamperz/dat's nt a cure cos it's jes me seeing u as a kid,thereby,getting pampered/I'm lyk a rap God dat's y I always av a final say/nd awt of nowhere I'll always make d best way/wacks are driving at fast pace to meet me,unfortunately,they followed one way/they were caught by boiz of fashola babatunde/dat means dey wil serve community service what a disgrace/nd dat wil weaken them xo therefore they lose pace/I cld av mentiond paying a fine buh dia level of d0peness proportional to dia pocket,=brokeness/I iron out ma metaphors eazily without metal force/my wordplay shows 2gedaness dat it lets enemies of d world play/as for ma punchlines it lets d AIR crash when it punch LINE/am a leader,am so "built on self success",quality of a commercial "boss"/d only way ppl follow u is wen u're driving a commercial bus/incase u tink I'm nut(north)/I rep warri/u knw we dnt kari last,a major reason u shldn't worry/abt ma flows,cos they a smokingly long lyk a TRAIN/dnt be deRAILed dat my flows are long,dey were freestyled for u to b trained/lyk ma fellow warri broda'yung6ix..to y'all I southshout/nd to y'all I say am temporarily out/...RATE THIS

rayopt: quck shots @teDdYBiyASi . . . .
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now she wanna 'mess wit a real G'. .issoaiit .'let-@rse' s.hi.t. ./
teddy's a girl dat stinks. .not a real fellas chick/
a hooker/dat hangs on evry street corner tu get slack d.icks/
washd 4 d nxt market/lyk 'bend down select'. .t sells dat cheap/

damn dat b1tch! i deal wit figures. .yous peacock/
u suck. .down wifawt work, boiz nor toys. .seem lyk t's bored/
now she on ma d1ck lyk i post a vacancy?. .b1tch i want no b-job/

eff it!. .you was a wimpy slug/
buh its lyk public-cuⁿt-biyasi is now feelin tough/
cos krone nd coog z bin drillin you up/so u can stop revealin tu us. . .d holes in ur finished skull?/

am gon tel u wat. .
b1tch be warned, ray is not tu be messed with/
no 'jet li'
buh ma ink stunt/wud 'snap u outta vhiz world'. .tu make bars 'air-pic'/
beta not dare me

roger this! am a rogue dat kills/
go blow limerick. .a slowpoke like bi. .
just no hold ma d1ck or i go choke ya still/
cos tho' i make dough nat beefs. .nxt tym u pick @me. .imma roast ya quick!
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fUuCckSshiI
[size=30pt]#JustSayinTho™[/size]

Good rhymes and punchlines, why you guys don't frequently drop here? Respect, more of this.

am GOD creature/ he norture wit d scripture/ am so strong 4 im, neva goin fracture/ so much pain i endure. . .lyk dat of acupunture/ wit it am mature. . . nw am felin so sure/
lyk d camera. . .i dnt fear to capture/ am born again nw. . .am neva scared of rapture/
the word made flesh/ everidae so fresh/ nw am getin bless 2ru d blood on d kruz yes/

###HERE:


/Listen fools, let's take this sh*t further// enough reek from your sorry a55es like a dead pauper// im still wondering who stole ur medications, cos y'all are acting dumber like a dull stripper// maybe, i'll do dis place a favor and lock you up with a hungry pet panther//

//im firm, ain't the ho' that thinks her child is a wrong son// his brain still works in reverse, guess that's why he calls himself wrongturn// yeyenot doesn't need postinor when there are free condoms// you should give your sister tho, I know she likes every harry to play with her pompoms//

//this section na wa, even twerps be calling someone a rotten goat// anyone seen the fool?... idiotaa looks like a little smelly toad// even Juliets will become nuns if he is the only Romeo// someone tell that piece of sh*t, to shut it and do as he's flipping told//

This gurl is about to Bleep y'all up, imma burn you up// i'll cut you real deep then imma suck your blood// vampire?...hell no, I'm just a young god// after my venom, then I'm gon' cut off your balls//

Cos when I erupt, i'm worse than an angry volcano//
I know who to bench, i'm not the hanky panky Mourinho//and my words are laws just like Barak Obama// but I'm still super cute and cuddly like Hannah Montana//






YeaYeaNot

Sunday morning frees
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Like ibime i could go down memory lane/
but i would be stooping low to tom cleverly's game/
i'm barely the same/
but niggas say whats happened to my penmanship/
Truth is i've improved since my membership/ in february 6/
say i couldn't be the best rapper of the centuary? Please/
i'm the best regarding sensory frees/
heh, shout out to jigsaw/
da reezyn, the nigga with flows with high pixels/
so his resolution is maybe greater than mine/
he better with raps, yeah but i'm better with 9's.
#AndWeOut

Iceskidd: Sunday morning frees
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Like ibime i could go down memory lane/
but i would be stooping low to tom cleverly's game/
i'm barely the same/
but niggas say whats happened to my penmanship/
Truth is i've improved since my membership/ in february 6/
say i couldn't be the best rapper of the centuary? Please/
i'm the best regarding sensory frees/
heh, shout out to jigsaw/
da reezyn, the nigga with flows with high pixels/
so his resolution is maybe greater than mine/
he better with raps, yeah but i'm better with 9's.
#AndWeOut

niceee.... You fast improving!
Nice flow ...

ELYMAXiimus:
niceee.... You fast improving!
Nice flow ...

lol tanx

Mumu ckushy were u hide since?

<in terminator's voice> I'm back!!!


Tyson's back, flexing fists/
y'all fronting suckers, best retreat/
run! For this glad's fierce with hits/
i don't joke! so close ya dirty teeth/
cos when i strike ya skull in a toilet, be rest assured ta rest in piss/
a monster!!!, you can't dare this beast/
my voice, scares the sh1t/ outta hefty nigs/
you're left thinking . . . *can someone stop this nigga?/ his guts can hinder*/ . . .
you gotta stop being eager!/
you're immature . . . You're not a breeder/
i cease n incubate y'all with fever/
like i'm just "guarding eggs", yoruba folks call that "igba"/ . .
i batter this f@gs/
you tryta punch back . . I hammer the hands/
till they shattered in parts!/
leave yo real hurt . . . like lava with ash/
oh! you think you'd rather shiever?/
when you cool . . I attack with rats . . Leave yo with lasa fever/
f*ck and hang ya sisters/
a heartless giver/
give you pain . . When i stab ya liver/
a serial killer . . . . Covered in blood!
always in red like father christmas/

you guys are learnies/
i see wack lines . . Yet the likes are plenty/
don't know ya left . . from ya right, Apprentice?/
or you intimidated, You got no "stands" . . like no more buying n selling?/
oh! i get it,/ f@gs n h@gs loving/
i come to combat n ta knock this/
murtherf*cking sc.umw1ts/ off feet/
cos i'm all about punches/
but you, when i'm done with . . . You gon be all about clutches!!!




REBUTTAL, anyone man enough?


#mark-tyson#

Prayer Time. . . SUNDAY FREEzE

Woke up this Morning, ma conscience told me tu Pray To The Father/
On behalf of ma Family's, Friends, Nairaland co Rappers/ I must admit dhis a Sunday Freeze/ and its Not a Beef/ Buh tomorrow been Monday? Most of us will Turn A Beast/.
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Be Merciful unto ya Children, coz we are Sinners/ and we pretending tu be Deliever/
no Money tu even Afford a Beamer/
O Lord!, Give us d Grace of a 'Living Faith/fate' so w'wud be successful like Pastor Adeboye's Winners/
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Life in a Life in the close-up is a Tragedy/ but life in the longshot is a Comedy/ Lord! Teach us how tu Listen/ tu dose Around Us/
so they wud be a Reason/ For them tu talk Good About Us/
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Baba Illuminate me with ur Light, coz hav always Remained in The Dark/
Afta dis I know dis once will Rename Me A Wack/
They sey ma Wits na Flop/ deep inside me I know d Scripts Ar Dope/ buh since d devil tryna Steal, kill and Destroy my Soul, imma Flip Ma Glock/ coz prayers has always been ma Weapon, Gods knows I neva Miss My Shot
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Our Life lies Inside, so is ma Thoughs/
Tryna keep the House Busy, while yall gone Abroad/ Though d Sky was empty when I talked tu God/ so its ma duty tu pray for d once I Love/ coz they're truly my World/

Sharon O Ye Rappers

Luv me or hate/ unlike 6 or 9 wen it muvs me,it neva change me..am 8/
lyk in simple interest, am d principal. . .i av no interest in ur rate/
i kip walkin on lines, lyk hard huslin..stil teen/nd u.s wana mak me judge washinton/
u no wat dat means, i alwaiz kumz 1st/ nd dnt diss me, cause u niga cnt play diss game,lyk measle. . . u only got pores/
if u eva form god,i wil download u wit punch. . .nd mak ur temple run/ if d best of d is to kum, den i wil mak diz p.orn/
wack leaders wil be goin down,lyk dez off dere legs/ i wil shufle dem all ova nd mak luk lyk jerk/
nd if dey wana tak diss up dey cn av me sued/ bt i promis to mak dem drop witout a parachute/
dis is nt funi, am ain eddie murphy/ either win or lose, am always kumin up. .kal me trophy/
if u lunch ani atack,i wil mak it breakfast/ if u want a batle, i wil giv u tatoe dat kumz lyk death scar/
nd ur lines wnt cova u,even if dey ar bracket/kuz dey are down lyk yori-yori, nd nt lyk lyf jacket/

Iceskidd: Mumu ckushy were u hide since?

is this how to welcome a tyrant?/ you could bear with this site for 52yrs and wont still be a legend on nairaland/ . . . Ok, i'm back from hell, i had an appointment with teacher lucifer/ the gay taught me how to coin words and give exclusive bars/

my ryt are all reserve/ to be left, kilin u.. .lyk animal in reserve/
u niga suck lyk d game iz ur moda breast/ u neva get A rest,stil u neva B d best/
all am sayin is=if u wana phuck wit me,i wil get u laid/ left u bleedin, take d 1st nd giv u AIDS.

yeyenatu: ###HERE:


/Listen fools, let's take this sh*t further// enough reek from your sorry a55es like a dead pauper// im still wondering who stole ur medications, cos y'all are acting dumber like a dull stripper// maybe, i'll do dis place a favor and lock you up with a hungry pet panther//

//im firm, ain't the ho' that thinks her child is a wrong son// his brain still works in reverse, guess that's why he calls himself wrongturn// yeyenot doesn't need postinor when there are free condoms// you should give your sister tho, I know she likes every harry to play with her pompoms//

//this section na wa, even twerps be calling someone a rotten goat// anyone seen the fool?... idiotaa looks like a little smelly toad// even Juliets will become nuns if he is the only Romeo// someone tell that piece of sh*t, to shut it and do as he's flipping told//

This gurl is about to Bleep y'all up, imma burn you up// i'll cut you real deep then imma suck your blood// vampire?...hell no, I'm just a young god// after my venom, then I'm gon' cut off your balls//

Cos when I erupt, i'm worse than an angry volcano//
I know who to bench, i'm not the hanky panky Mourinho//and my words are laws just like Barak Obama// but I'm still super cute and cuddly like Hannah Montana//






YeaYeaNot

Sorry miss, I have no sister/ although at church am a chorister/ and I lead only female members in bed, for instance/

so call it off/ but I still feel u need postinor/ coz I really Bleep u up/ when ur thing meets my lollipop/

y'all should check out this dude! Damn he z Nigeria's twista.... http://rdcrew.wapka.mobi/site_file.xhtml?get-file=63 listen and you'll know the kinda talented rappers in 9ja

Yo *Shawarma*


I breed pest/ and beat pets/
then bring techs/ in this text/
the gun second....my fists first/ i ll' f.uck up but give birth/ to a new me/ that fills thee/ with filthy/ in 3-D/
saliva turned lava...spewing a hot spit/ in sluts clits/
that runs deep/ to burn peeps/ and cut dreams in one's sleep/
with God's feet/ i ll' kicka.ss, butcher then split meat/
make impossible happen....like Ajegunle's street neat/
chewing lions and slit wrists/ leaving jungles deceased beasts/
so present the lord gifts/ put me on board please/
cos my 'father's Will'....'my brother's Jaden'......call me a 'Wordsmith'/
i ll' bomb north and south/ 'sacrifice in calabash'....then place in 'round-abouts'/
i burst puns for crowd/ but stayed fresh like breath....with Tom-Tom in mouth/
quickly imma wreck the pole/ on the 'chatting site' when am set 'to go'/
so these petty foes/ and dirty folks/ in plenty folds/
should elect and not sell the vote/
or i ll' beat their mama black.....and their 'Baba Blue'.....'Like sweets to clear the throat'/
Fought in Gotham last night/ side by side the Dark Knight/
Go ahead and ask him/ I swam quick with fast fins/
Then went on to blast screens/ till haters started loving the blood…………under my Black Skin/
I ll’ strafe vets/ though they strapped vests/
Allow them give their moms a last peck/ cos I ll’ bang the whores to death…..’With a dick longer than Giraffe’s Neck’/
I connect like opera-mini…with the swift of 4G/ if its annual involve me/
To ‘jerk’ my dick…….and f.uck them a.nal and d.oggy*dougie*/
You got weak similes and road side analogies/ it’s a cold type ideology/
‘That’s says all balls must cross’………like goal line technology/
In the industry brawl/ my theories and laws/
Got me picturing all…………….like a gallery’s wall/
So with best pals/ I ll’ flex arms/ making euphoria expand/
Singing Gloria to jah/ and if the voice break….we go re-adjust am/brighten moods with lamp stands/
Stupid ish in dust pans/ then garnish penis with ‘garlic and ginger’…….just to ‘Spice Girls’……like ‘Victoria Beckham’/
Now we gather for feast/ getting badder by bit/
though they attack via twitter…..they ll’ never defeat/ cos we ll’ never Retreat/ but Rather Re-Tweet/

Wrongturn:
Sorry miss, I have no sister/ although at church am a chorister/ and I lead only female members in bed, for instance/

so call it off/ but I still feel u need postinor/ coz I really Bleep u up/ when ur thing meets my lollipop/

you wish!!!

this is me, i'll never be caught pants down//
im too sleek for ur puny dikk, i ain't no old poR,n star//
once in a while, i like them fresh...hunk youngster//
but never for prying eyes, so i stay off all hung lantern//

when i make a presence, they scream fire in the hole!!//
e easy? im too weighty for you...napep no dey carry Tyre overload//
i still get conscience, before dem go call me a fleeing murderer//
no wast my time o,...comot for road for the paying money bag//

yeah, y'all are shining stars alright...how about we start with my shoes?//
and when you done, y'all can go back to your places...a cage fit for fools//
or i'll just hire the best of you and pay him to go sing for loons// i'd comfortably fill your space as you take your long furlough//

y'all been acting like you know sh*t// when y'all are nothing but a load of horse sh*t// you want a seat? there's a space up front for old timers...go and sit// when im done y'all know there is sum'in hotter than wall street//
.....its not tarred but hell, it sweet and warm and anything fits.....

:p




YeaYeaNot

iamaromolaeran: put me on board please/
cos my 'father's Will'....'my brother's Jaden'......call me a 'Wordsmith'/

hmm

Royce da 5'9 on BET cypher 2011:
Rappers i'm your daddy, i'll tell you straight as this/
you don't kill but your father's will like jaden smith

suspicious.

####momma says####


good to have sanity back in this place// all bitching seem to have been up into space// huddle up, fukkers, now give your taste// not those loads of craps to show us say you get craze//

come and relax with me, feel my power// any funny posts...i'll kick your self-esteem to go lower than normal// this is the new deal...we don bullsh*ty the former// no more grammar tile a posh aje-butter//

if you mess with me. i'll send you on a compulsory holiday// you'd be another head on my expressive resume// fukk you up good...turn you into a repulsive throw-away// or use your organs to adorn my expressive lingerie//

imma turn your fluids into my lubricant// bash ur balls in, till you become a supplicant// u'd be nothing but manure for a potted plant// but cos im nice...your funeral, i offer to be the officiant//

\...no tears, man! the rap kings don turn napkins...../




YeaYeaNot

Iceskidd: hmm suspicious.

aint a bite to me .cos it was different ideas....i even enjoyed his own than the other ....no one has played with 'wordsmith' but a lot of n.iggas have used 'will' ... it aint a bite dude ..just let him be. he's ma homie

michaelgarfield:

aint a bite to me .cos it was different ideas....i even enjoyed his own than the other ....no one has played with 'wordsmith' but a lot of n.iggas have used 'will' ... it aint a bite dude ..just let him be

suspicious, i knw it ain't a bite

Iceskidd: suspicious, i knw it ain't a bite

sure

yeyenatu:
you wish!!!

this is me, i'll never be caught pants down//
im too sleek for ur puny dikk, i ain't no old poR,n star//
once in a while, i like them fresh...hunk youngster//
but never for prying eyes, so i stay off all hung lantern//

when i make a presence, they scream fire in the hole!!//
e easy? im too weighty for you...napep no dey carry Tyre overload//
i still get conscience, before dem go call me a fleeing murderer//
no wast my time o,...comot for road for the paying money bag//

yeah, y'all are shining stars alright...how about we start with my shoes?//
and when you done, y'all can go back to your places...a cage fit for fools//
or i'll just hire the best of you and pay him to go sing for loons// i'd comfortably fill your space as you take your long furlough//

y'all been acting like you know sh*t// when y'all are nothing but a load of horse sh*t// you want a seat? there's a space up front for old timers...go and sit// when im done y'all know there is sum'in hotter than wall street//
.....its not tarred but hell, it sweet and warm and anything fits.....

:p




YeaYeaNot

Girl let's start fucking and stop talking/ I'm more concerned with ur behind, so stop fronting/
let's do it my way, the Wrongturn thing/

I hate 'beef' but love the meat in ur wound/ I mean ur middle, I wish to hit it off soon/
and make u swallow my apple juice and get the fruit of the womb

ur bf can't go deep like me/ just like the way u've been rhyming/
but am hardcore, I can subscribe if u willing to sign me/

my wing is ten, but I show no 'mercy'/ I'm a 'savage' striker, I don't care if ur Doro menses/
call ur man for a groupie but am not homoerotic/

feel the 'highness', I kiss u in a d0pe passion/ it's my own fashion/ Sunday lesson, holy spirit pours behind closed mansion/
as I heal ur libido like old pastors/

u flow thick like ur burning fat/ no insult it's a fucking fact/ but if I hit ur G-point I'll make u run like public tap/

iamaromolaeran: Yo *Shawarma*


I breed pest/ and beat pets/
then bring techs/ in this text/
the gun second....my fists first/ i ll' f.uck up but give birth/ to a new me/ that fills thee/ with filthy/ in 3-D/
saliva turned lava...spewing a hot spit/ in sluts clits/
that runs deep/ to burn peeps/ and cut dreams in one's sleep/
with God's feet/ i ll' kicka.ss, butcher then split meat/
make impossible happen....like Ajegunle's street neat/
chewing lions and slit wrists/ leaving jungles deceased beasts/
so present the lord gifts/ put me on board please/
cos my 'father's Will'....'my brother's Jaden'......call me a 'Wordsmith'/
i ll' bomb north and south/ 'sacrifice in calabash'....then place in 'round-abouts'/
i burst puns for crowd/ but stayed fresh like breath....with Tom-Tom in mouth/
quickly imma wreck the pole/ on the 'chatting site' when am set 'to go'/
so these petty foes/ and dirty folks/ in plenty folds/
should elect and not sell the vote/
or i ll' beat their mama black.....and their 'Baba Blue'.....'Like sweets to clear the throat'/
Fought in Gotham last night/ side by side the Dark Knight/
Go ahead and ask him/ I swam quick with fast fins/
Then went on to blast screens/ till haters started loving the blood…………under my Black Skin/
I ll’ strafe vets/ though they strapped vests/
Allow them give their moms a last peck/ cos I ll’ bang the whores to death…..’With a dick longer than Giraffe’s Neck’/
I connect like opera-mini…with the swift of 4G/ if its annual involve me/
To ‘jerk’ my dick…….and f.uck them a.nal and d.oggy*dougie*/
You got weak similes and road side analogies/ it’s a cold type ideology/
‘That’s says all balls must cross’………like goal line technology/
In the industry brawl/ my theories and laws/
Got me picturing all…………….like a gallery’s wall/
So with best pals/ I ll’ flex arms/ making euphoria expand/
Singing Gloria to jah/ and if the voice break….we go re-adjust am/brighten moods with lamp stands/
Stupid ish in dust pans/ then garnish penis with ‘garlic and ginger’…….just to ‘Spice Girls’……like ‘Victoria Beckham’/
Now we gather for feast/ getting badder by bit/
though they attack via twitter…..they ll’ never defeat/ cos we ll’ never Retreat/ but Rather Re-Tweet/

NYC one
really nice

cool ish