SmokingGunZ:
A freestyle battle on fb.

I beg Ali, i hate to bash this hater/. .even his
famz tag me greater/
My flow so smooth, i'm the sea god's son,
without reference to the Swansea player!!
No time for autographs, you can catch me
later/
I aint started punching yet, and nigg's
passed out/
He's Kanu, weak-livered and he ran his heart
out/
This match's just given me the right amount
of 'boost' to smash his head on the
Asphalt!!
He's like his gay father/living on the net. .oh!,
how he craves data!/he best log-off, but if
he stays further. .
I'd beat him 'black and blue', 'fore i blast his
'grey' matter!!
Like italics, i make vinci bend over/cos my
text's bolder/i could send boulders/Your
latest chick's my ex. .how dyu feel eating
left-overs?
My words ripple and thunders/. .best find a
hiding place so the cripple gets under/. .he
best wonder/
buh he's like a dull detective, cant
understand the 'intricacies behind my triple
entendres!! .
He struggles to write/. .even coupled with
hypes/. .i'm gouging his eyes/my weakest
writtens topples his type/. .meet my fist, the
knuckle he likes!!
My fans say i shouldnt battle him, that i'm
the underdog/
I don't really fear Vinci you see,
but who'd be comfortable battling a dog?
The crowd feel the gOD, who could match
the lyricism of this guy/
Vinci? That's shit, Udoka's what his famz call
him by/
You've lied to them A Neuf, give me one
reason i shouldn't pull the trigger of this
nine?
Should i bring tales of how dopes left you
gored/
You been battling many years, now in your
'prime' and the fans aint even 'awed!!

Bars:





Nd dis is wack...I mst say

mikuz:


But hes better than you.

mikuz:


But hes better than you.

Bars:





Nd dis is wack...I mst say

SmokingGunZ:


I'll jump into the lagoon if you can dig the puns in that verse. I can bet anything!
You'll remain wack cos you're a low-life hater!

SmokingGunZ:


I'll jump into the lagoon if you can dig the puns in that verse. I can bet anything!
You'll remain wack cos you're a low-life hater!

007Bruce:
you wan' brawL?

Bars:





Nd dis is wack...I mst say

Wrongturn:

U shud hang urself that verse bests everything u have dropped here including the bitten lines. or ain't u the same thief Loonaprick exposed here

Wrongturn:

U shud hang urself that verse bests everything u have dropped here including the bitten lines. or ain't u the same thief Loonaprick exposed here

sosiqdude:
Quick freestyle.. Merry xmas tho!

Let hit the street with the sound of boom/ cos so much blood and cry decorates the beauty of my room/
Soul comes and pass/ and burial is what I see comin fast/
Some of my hommies didn't witness a day like this/ but from the starting of this year...we planed how to end this year/ but this man with wicked heart and ugly face/ snatch away the living heart outta their bodies/ we exchange cloth, snap picture and challenge who gonna be the hottest/ our days was fun and fine.. We run all hotels and models/ we drink and break bottles/
We get mad and drunk..then .pay b1tches to repair our weak machine/ after we all cum and run back to our senses!...we fill our empty stomach with cold yogurt and sweet sardine/
and pockets were so big but so hungry/ no job, no work, so we need money so fast and furious/ watching gangsters films/ to learn how to kill and steal made us curious/
We hop in the street..then did as we watched/ before we could finish and dismiss..the cops has rushed/ we regretted and hated our lives/
our minds deceived us by telling us lies/ we shouldn't have touch that desert eagle/ now see how living..we now separated and single /

But still= R.I.P to those that didn't see today.. And merry christmas!

SmokingGunZ:


If you're up for it, why not?

007Bruce:
pick a date

GIYAZZ:
Sstupid people evrywhere

goshikid:
make i create the thread? u vs bars?

Bars:


Nd u are ??

GIYAZZ:
I wrote this with a beat after listening to a wack song. . . (I shock)




It's two fourteen, and the nineties raised me/
My spoon was wood, so i clutched to the Golden age/
Baggy jeans, afro, you ain't rockin' lately/
But i stay hip-hop, reason me gats flow this way/
On replay, erryday, 'em tracks from the old school/
Kickin' my headphones, mheen! feeling so cool/
Cos some relate to me/ and some Bill Gate to be/
Spittin' rich flows and business minded/
At same time, keepin' the lyrical fitness guided/
The AZ, Boogey, Masta Ace, Nasty Nas/
I could name some real Geez who got this kid rappin' now/
But I'd let it pass. . . Cos too many brothers added to my steelo/
Some you may know, and some you hardly fit know/
Brothers I respect/ who hardly rap 'bout a girl's skirt/ no vex first!
. . . Cos I ain't tryna judge y'all doing your thing/
But ain't it time you realize it's gettin' boring?/
Cos you make that your concept/ and proceed to spit junks men!/
Your voice, your beat, your lines got us bored sef!/
You trapped in a trap beat with your crappy rap career/
You deserve to die, cos real MCees be tryna grab and you serve as a barrier/
How the hell y'all got to be in the mainstream?/
While Streetwize, Blaqbonez are left to fade still/
Don't get me wrong/
I know some commercial rappers are worth the buzz/
Mojeed? Vector? M.I y'all worthy bros/
So I ain't beefing/ I ain't dissing/
I'm just tryna make a living/
But I'm kinda backing off cos I ain't sure this Kpangolo audience need me/
"They may say I'm too complexed"/
"I too dey rap with conscience"/
"And this is Africa! We don't need all that nonsense!!"/
So I stay on NL textceeing with real dudes/
Spill lines they accept and hardly refuse/
But I'm underrated here/
They dropped a Top Ten list and I ain't rated there/
But scrap that! I'm d0pe and that's headline for the day kitcha?/
Newbies pay respect cos i 'Wreck odd' rappers like J.Dilla/
A Warri kid tried dissing, and i left Blood deceased like thrombotic thrombocytopenic
purpura!
You can't decipher my puns and you wanna be Rap popular?/
Nigeria has got people with skills!^
But they don't promote us, they ask for it and drag whenever we spit!/
I'm listening to Masta Ace's Beautiful so I'd veil the fact the Game is getting really ugly/
Y'all don't wash your dirty linens! you got a Gem in this sshit but you sleeping on me!!
And that's a pun you should decipher/
Rappers gettin' lazy these days, we couldn't even pop an audio cypher/
Cos we discouraged by the way you treat us/
They rather do text cyphers and take funny pictures/
Ok, I got a crush on Yvonne Nelson/
For real, but it's fact i ain't hittin' that box till i get 'the medicine'/ (inna mean?)
That's why I been on my grind/
Hustling erryday tryna get that latest ride/
Born sinner! Imma sleep when i die/
My mama praying for me, she needs her baby energized/
For the tough future ahead/ possible the impossible, that's my dad's voice I heard/
Kpanpangolo?
Imma change the game when I arrive/
Y'all just wait for me and better stay alive!!!


#LOVE

ELYMAXiimus:

lol. Hw far

ThunderStorm:
Yo Mikuz, so you never create thread for ThunderStorm vs Joshua Base??

Hian . Okay o .

Merry Christmas NairaLandians

Wrongturn:
get out jo

Emaprince:
not only put wordplays in parenthesis..he also put his rhymes/multis in capital letters..that's to show you they are all learners..plus they will give you "keys" to explain their puns or whatever they feel readers wouldn't understand..tell me,whatks they point in rapping about something people can't relate with unless you explain it?talking about hijacking bis..I think mikuz is the only one with style similar to ibime,not thunderstorm..but then,copying something good as ibime's materials is not bad..
Now take a close look at them..they all stretch,they write with useless abreviations..this means they copy themselves...100battles?..how much did he make from it? Or how does it make him dop.er than most cats here..this is why coogar will say"quality is better than quantity"..most of the useless battles they had are just 8lines..and he counts them..they go about talking textcee shi.t and battles like their lives depends on it..
And the rivalry thing was brought by them FBcu.nts who came here during last year tourney and caused a lotta controversies..I never knew nothing about them and never knew he existed untill the tourney.

Limerick:
MUMU FREEZE
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My Lyrics dey dance alingo/ dey denge pose like boy alinco/. . .but na you be papa ajasco/
. . .cos you no get sense, I swear, your mama do mistake, born you for house of disco/

I check their rhymes, see as dem take dey fall out/ dem no get credit, yet dem dey make call outs/

My guy u dey find me trouble/. .you no get sense jor, you be like mister ibu/ na me be tinubu/
. . .cos I dey rule 'eko'(a Co). .like say I get company , I con dey bubble/

No try me o. . .I dan kill many guys for fb/I even create one burial ground group, waste my mb/
. . .sorry! Waste my Subscription, ma no go expose myself before dem get me/

My mama dey pray for me/. . .may God bless me, make wave for me/
. . .as I mumu reach, I run go barber shop, make dem go make sportin wave for me /

men am gettin fire ignited/. . .but ur crew dey benighted/
I no even sabi the english, as I dull to the extent, I think say I fit even win Premier League with 'Dundi United'/

But forget tha shiit, na una still dull pass/. . .in fact, d tin dey pain me, why una just dull pass /
Sotey, I see one of una one fateful day, as hin dey try 'cycle okada' with 'compass'/

Na me be bad fella/ I be like Ibime, I dey ~brang ether~ /. . .buh I no fit even tell am 'yes sir'/
. . .cos I go scatter hin system. . .juz when I blow hin 'fuse' with my 'antena' /

Una stupid/ true to God, U stupid!/. .You no fit whoop me/ park well jor, mumu, ijiot, baskart, thunder fire ya papa. .as hin dey sing love song, call am Cupid/

Na me be limerick/ I Swear my rhyme sick/. .ema prince dey feel my flow, hin say my Rhyme sweet/

but I be funny rapper/and in a yoruba voice 'mo cunny dada'/
. . .wtf! As in, Dagrin self go see me 4rm hin Grave, hin go call me baba/

I swear, my punches d.ope, like when mike tyson dey shook hand inside cocane/so If u talk say I go fail/I go make sure say na u go waste/
. . .cos I go act 'P Square', and before u enter bus reach alaba. . .I dan already carry ya music 'troway'!!/

I'm a wicked bus/. . .you cant measure up to me jor. . .u be tailor son?/abegi, no dey form winner for here when u be failure jor/cos I go station dawgs/ beat u till the nation calls/
begging me on ya behalf, con dey come my papa house. . .naso I dey see difference faces, 1face, 2faces, white faces, even black faces like Plantation boys/

Na me be army slayer/. .cos Ive been blasting haters/enter mr biggs, start banging waiters/. . .so u shallenge me, I go scatter ya body, and if dem come 'Klose' again. . .then, na that 'Germany Player'/

Make I Continue.........?