One time for O'bis .. .Light one
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I hear say Ghana weed make brain die.



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shutting the world out,its me and my thoughts /
shattered mindset..buh I'll still pick up the crumbs/
this must be tough/
we got the lean,the spark ...wat else ..bitchhh we got the joint/

Roll up

tryna join the pieces/
tryna be before yall..more like a prefix/
Buh the more we discover nu shiit..the more somn misses ..like this puzzle can never be complete..its time y'all believe it /

Living in the project ..it aint funny out here /
we in the clouds here /
everblazinq ...its 'L' ..we gon paint the town red /
my nigguhz dey fly here / aswear,they the flyest /
fvck wit em ..they gon show you where the nine at /

(no jokes )

L for Leisure..dats somn I cant afford /
Brain clouded..what more can I av got /
watch yur back ...or watch em bark..dats reference to mah dawqz /
this nigguhz spray fo fun ... .. ..like Cologne at work /

on mah fifth joint ..still lost in thought /
Like am I stranded here??..am I fvckinq fvck'd?? /
my girl broke up cos I aint got her time /she bought me a rolex buh I lost the watch /

..nah

I sold dah shiit..cos really time is money /
Taking pills fo the pain poverty be causinq /
Roll another one..its puff puff pass/survival of the fittest..buh right now,we blunted /

even James Blunt can never be higher /
my Bruh said ta make girls secondary.,focus on the Naira /
So I filter my mind / I channel my thoughts /
Light another ...me and my niqquhz faded like an old designer /

OBESEMF.

Obes...u fat moda4cka/
U occupy space ama poke u wit a knife politely in d face ...guess 1st impression 'maters'/
U abt to go extinct as i release dz sabatooth tigers/ my flowz xo swit gone leave u diabetic nigga/

I plague Nl my bars are like moses'z rod/i spit hurricane nxt tin is flood/ u prolly a king ryt? Well am ur god/ gon pin u to a wall wit a gigantic sword/ u nt up to my squareroot lyk a mathematical 'surd'/

ama fry ur ass like am zedicus/
lyk saul u will encounter me lyk u re on ur way to damascus/ u tink u a boss? its game over for u datz 'X box'/u tink u fly ama kick u outta dz circle like am centrifugal force/

Ur verses boring ,....makes me slip lyk am in FG office/ finish him is wat i heard as i grab my pencils/am lyk jack in MK i gat d thoughest punches/ ama beat u like a 'case' den u will b out seekin 'justice'/

U kip pushin ur bars . .... like ur tayas re flat/ u prolly nid a slap to show u ur path/ am d devil in ur lyf ama tear u apart/i walk ur mama nd sista to my rum lyk dey enterin noahs ark/ afta dz verse u gone die of hrt attack/

/ ur verses... Is d same shit like merlins outfit/ my verses....its D typ of shid dat will bring in profit/
am cumin at u fast nd dz breaks aint workin/ beat it! ..d only time i went bckwards nigga was 'moon walkin'

u got ur ass whoped 'evrywhere u go' u mtn bitch/ jst kip suckin siemen from dicks u ignorant snitch/ d sky z blue mo'fucka got high barx lyk dey on rucheee nd shit/ lets see hw u survive from all dz punches nd kicks/

u ve got candy bars dats y am crushin u... dats candy crush/ u got NL messed up lyk u went to d toilet nd didnt flush/

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Obese .../
i will make u yern for ur demise/

*clears throat*
i barged in here unnoticed/dropping my lines here as a novice/ this should be a freestyle tho aint got no style/ i'm liking d way evrything here is so damn hot/its just like putting myself on a high spot/ being new here i'm having my own shot/ b4 i end it all with a damn dot.

Some nigga's telling me they've got my back/ others be like 'my lyrics are wack' /and saying i sh'ld watch my back/ i dnt care cos aint ever gonna hack/
When i walk past d streets/ i see lads wanting to meet/ same goes for d chicks/ and d prettz looking geeks/ i can do rap than sing/ as my flows rings a bell 'ting'/ my style is so unique /and aint goin weak /cos i'm almost getting to the peak/

I'd love some reactions/ have my flows made any impressions/ i guess my way is musik/ or too bad like my nigga says 'sleek'/
me being here is fun / while i take my trip back to d sun/ lemme knw if i've got any lack/Much love to my best rapper 2pac/cos he gave d rapworld more than a million spark.

Check this out y'all
illoQuenz
Yeah
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Amid my travails, I travel
Tryna get beyond the past and get this trap unravelled
Steady saddled with battles in my societal yet these snakes tryna rattle
That beef that you prattle, get you niggaz slaughtered like cattle
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The status unrivalled, strapped with the rifle
The archetypal, quintessential ghetto disciple
Bleeding survival, nursing stabs by the navel
Feeling suicidal, bumping "Ready To Die" on Vinyl
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Phukk a transition, phukk my demise
The crown's all I envision, got my eyes on the prize
Strategize, cheddar rise, real nigga enterprise
Immortalize my stance with the bars I pens
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Battle scars I earns doing grime for ends
It all portends...a mad melodic string of events
The symphony never ends, reborn the cypher
Another day in the life of a born survivor!!
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~iQ

Solomonic bars leaving minds crystal clear on principles
God invisible on virtual world ..we rule over MOD principals
I tradition RAP.. our intellect reflects Africa
If my human right targeted I coast down Canada
Electrifying clouds.. black presidents opposing sun
Few stayed televised ....the most turning nun
Man disorganized from metaphor criteria schemes
Correct me, if we escaped from black regimes
There was no poetry of democracy from our history
America scripted our thinking ..we soured mystery
Libya was destroyed to milk their oil wells
Picture Tripoli scene ..sure spelled ...ISIS ringing bells
Things fall apart ...I see why writers are prophet
Revolution protected ...mass activist embrace congress profit
We reside in a country where pastors turned spies
Have witnessed a terrorist awarded a nobel prize
Undefined calendar arouse accidental remarks
We hype criminals despite eyebrows of international sparks
The jobless youths only sensitive on twitter page..
Fools rant on paper..wise ones take rage to street forgetting age
Each morning the media greets us with sad NEWS
We on the lose like blues ...Is this what we choose
Nigeria now 55 I panic what has she achieved
It's not easy been US ...the journey still deceived

GIYAZZ:
Awwww. . . Kudos bro. You talked to Liricyst with these lines. You're truly a poet. And if you continue this way, you will soon become a force to be reckoned with Rap-wise.

I love this script. All you need do is work on your rhymes, build-ups, and you're good to go. Once again, Kudos.

Wow! I'm flattered. I'll make sure to effect a tune on those. Hehe; _Emaprince called my attention to exactly the same things. Thanks, bro!

Bars: .........evn the linez you do googles...u still came to brag abt it, claming u got "iron bars"....well u right, aren't they "the lines you steal ??// (steel)

Moved!

Alexpissu though

most of those words fly over niggas heads

Greatest writtens!

cocklicker:
Alexpissu though

most of those words fly over niggas heads

Greatest writtens!

No b lie.



Dude is a class of his own.

yo real n*ggas sup?

long time yo!


gon drop some rhymes sometime sooner or later

quick freestyle.....

THE WHITE CHAPEL RIPPER

doggone!


I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint/I need some strong restraint/Cos I've gutted emcees....with this blood-stained blade/I'm Casey Anthony…with a murder case/ Wearing this comely shades... like Johnny Cage/ I rock the costliest chains/ & the fluffiest of fine coats…… like emulsion paint/

Ibime's an impotent ape... ..from a broken family/ Who says this oaf lives happily/When his 6 year old marriage...is a total tragedy/ He ain't poignant or smart...but a low & rabid pig/ With the brain capacity. ..of a Homo Naledi/

Every night he fÜcks his wife....& has her slipping on his rod/ His little dick up in her crotch/ He slams her really hard ..& hopes a kid or two erupts/But just like Modenine....despite the work that he puts in.......It still yields to no result!/

Coog exposed him as obese... left him disgraced & rattled/ Cos he a brainless fatso/So i ain't talking 'Jos'....when i say Bis is stuck......in a weight-loss 'Plateau'/

Shout out to coogar ....for solely crushing fools/We thought the homie merciful/ Till his unholy chronicle/ Landed Elymaxiimus ......in Igbobi Hospital!/

I give hourly seizures/ With this fiery scripture/ & it's not a 'Planting season'.....but these shots i fire...will 'Crop' you out of the picture!/

Fück Jigsawkiller .. I'll beat him black & blue/ If he thinking he's a goon/ I'll have him hung with a bad rope...Then sink like 6 knives in the dude/Before i bring the 'good noose'......like 'Missionaries do'/

Changed his name to Cöcklicker...cos he a homo goof/ We see the hoe rebuked/ & his flow is booed/His last battle with Iceskidd? ....he got owned & cooked/ Cos we saw ice all over him.. ..like Frozen Foods/

My nameflips are cray....&.are so impressive/ They make rappers dissapear....& have them towed in hearses/Cos I could punch 'Pissu'......& even 'Mr Sanchez'......won't know where 'Alex is'/

Hate my philosophicalness.....I'd be severing you fools/All my adversaries will lose/ & it's like my 'dick hurling curses'..…..cos after i strip you nakëd . .you'd be 'sexually abused'/

darkenedrebel:

Every night he fÜcks his wife....& has her slipping on his rod/ His little dick up in her crotch/ He slams her really hard ..& hopes a kid or two erupts/But just like Modenine....despite the work that he puts in.......It still yields to no result!/

darkenedrebel:
Hate my philosophicalness.....I'd be severing you fools/All my adversaries will lose/ & it's like my 'dick hurling curses'..…..cos after i strip you nakëd . .you'd be 'sexually abused'/

Dòpe shots fired!!

darkenedrebel:


I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint/I need some strong restraint/Cos I've gutted emcees....with this blood-stained blade/I'm Casey Anthony…with a murder case/ Wearing this comely shades... like Johnny Cage/ I rock the costliest chains/ & the fluffiest of fine coats…… like emulsion paint/

darkenedrebel:
I give hourly seizures/ With this fiery scripture/ & it's not a 'Planting season'.....but these shots i fire...will 'Crop' you out of the picture!/

darkenedrebel:
Fück Jigsawkiller .. I'll beat him black & blue/ If he thinking he's a goon/ I'll have him hung with a bad rope...Then sink like 6 knives in the dude/Before i bring the 'good noose'......like 'Missionaries do'/

darkenedrebel:
Changed his name to Cöcklicker...cos he a homo goof/ We see the hoe rebuked/ & his flow is booed/His last battle with Iceskidd? ....he got owned & cooked/ Cos we saw ice all over him.. ..like Frozen Foods/

darkenedrebel:
My nameflips are cray....&.are so impressive/ They make rappers dissapear....& have them towed in hearses/Cos I could punch 'Pissu'......& even 'Mr Sanchez'......won't know where 'Alex is'/

Mad wordplay on "good noose". . . straight outta Barsville!!

dj5naira:

Moved!

Lol my main..man bin a while

...

4bars freestyle diss@jay chucks. Via f.b

Am trewling bars/....at dis dummy lad/
...Whose lyrics slack...like is mummy bra/
....that kips "mewing" from group to groups lik mah hungry slimmy cat/ ....but since u guys doubt the pretty fact/
.....that the brat.....is really daft/ ....nd truly wack/
Now check is previous bout in RG ,phoenix,TMRG,.....and you be surprise and be like truly, truly,truly , fixing "super eagle with Barca" ....aint a perfectly "truly match/

....in here? I will make the kid lost the trust he has in him/
....I mean I will make the goblin fear nd feel like "couldn't do better"....like is 'impotent dad ''thin dick/ When I come with straight punches with accelerating good kicks/
That bend off is "coconut head inside calabash".....that left him into confusion thinking he was "attacked by is native hood witches/


See....have gotten the glomming verse/....that is about ending the carriers of d dummy stars/
....now let's crack some personals...about is foolish life/
...how the ugly fool keep chasing girls "up and down" on F.B....
like when is dad "PERFORMING A PRESS UP TRAINING ON HER stupid MAM/
....but despite all the love nd all the pure water wey u gather for them.......we still found does girls tear him "DIVORCE LETTER"...like what "MADAM UJU DID TO BAM/


Bitch....am tired of your pussy talks/ ....and ur natty punch/ ....u compose with ur native tongue/ It really makes ur fans sobs...while reading the hole silly drops/ ....and this got me cracked up with ''Ibadan pipz native tongue"/........ Which say's "jay really sucks/ (jay chucks)

GAYA

DECAPITATE



Yo
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No mo'fuker bleeps with the axe Clan or my area/
Armed to the blood..last anopheles that bit me died
of malaria/
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Damn wah d Dumb nigga thinks ..don't dare come
with ur. Fucking bland shids/
Armed to the blood...my thrombocite got finger
prints/
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thinking Frm Night till Cock crows... till my Cerebral
cords blow/
Flow so deep, makes the Bottomless pit seem like
pot hole/
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Fully texting my Dope frees..Freaking drugged
up..as I Move this deadly Nacotics/
Each bar got more depth than University faculties/
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Yes, My blades be Feudal...D last metals Laced,
mockd d duo Crippled guys/
Yall would think I'm that ludo Cylinder jar, cos
When I shake?... This two dies/
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He thinks nerdy pretence is same as getting
preference!/
To sum it up..dah nigg is dumb....how can he 'tell the
difference'/
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My god forces are occult....Moved to my London
Crib by August/
Found out my rolex is an amebo n My cutleries are
sex freaks,...so literally my watch watches, my fork
bleeps/
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Da King voodoo..that thief, that takes ur shine on a
cool mood/
Robbed the sun..left the earth with two moons/
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U aint Getting away jor...Ur nearly Waylaid bruv/
Every punch Hits faster than a buggati with break
failure/
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Attacked A motel with Punches so awkward....Got
this Hoe fuckedup/
I Once Robbed a robber of his rubber n left him to Bleep with no condom/

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danbrowndmf:
on saturday me and heywhizzy. 10bars 8pm.

please can it be Sunday..my phone is faulty

Heywhizzy:
please can it be Sunday..my phone is faulty

10bars on sunday...
Elymaxiimus take note.thanks

Rhymes off the top. .





Im known from Airforce base to garrison/
So there aint no rhyme or reason. . .why yall shouldnt listen/
Cos any nigga caught dissing. .
Will be charged with treason. .and sent to prison!/
I have this weapon. . .that make me kill a nigga with a classic written/
But yall who cant type sh¡t need some teaching. . .so I give it to you with Mavis Beacon/
I have this feeling to call out a nigga i dont like. . .and put his head on a spike/
Then sag my shorts and talk how i like. . .cos i got no f*cking principle like a public school on strike/
Oh shyte. . .even my girl love that my flow tight/
Everyday I wake her up with a kiss like snow white/
Its so right. . .your b¡tches faker than brazillian hair. . She Afro-dite!/
Alright . . .yall bowwow's . .but i do it like K.Lamar/
When you see me afar. .you better board a car/
Cos my gun sound 'pow pow' . . .but yours 'gbo gbo' . .like you want to push cara!!/
Let me make it open/your rhymes are all stolen/
Im the only nigga who been out a whole year on this forum/
Come back and write like a Times reporter on a weekly column/
So yall better not f*ck with me/I beat you to a first degree/
But if you must  . .your b¡tch gon pay the fee/because my d¡ck aint for free/
This particular nigga once wrote good frees/
but now  this other nigga eat him like cheese/
He was A man of the people . . .but Achebe is no longer at ease/
None of you n¡ggas are grown/claiming yall stars at home/
But I got a galaxy of my own/and its not your samsung phone!/
King of the jungle. .and serious minded/but yall fat a$$ monkeys blinded/
Got your head way up your a$$es. . .only national geographic could find it!/
I been to every club from Los Angeles to France/bumping to bandz a make her dance/
I get in through the elevator. . .but yall pupils couldnt pass the common entrance!/
During the semester. . I seldom rap/now yall ll see a lotta bars like you got indicted for a felon act/
Even MTN ll applaud these bars i dropped . . .and embrace me with a Welcome Back!/

darkenedrebel:



I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint

Ibime's an impotent ape... ..from a broken family/ Who says this oaf lives happily/When his 6 year old marriage...is a total tragedy/ He ain't poignant or smart...but a low & rabid pig/ With the brain capacity. ..of a Homo Naledi/

Every night he fÜcks his wife....& has her slipping on his rod/ His little dick up in her crotch/ He slams her really hard ..& hopes a kid or two erupts/But just like Modenine....despite the work that he puts in.......It still yields to no result!/

Coog exposed him as obese... left him disgraced & rattled/ Cos he a brainless fatso/So i ain't talking 'Jos'....when i say Bis is stuck......in a weight-loss 'Plateau'/

Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/ (black widow spider)
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

yo Bis . . .how you doing?

Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

Good Lord!!!!!!!

Bars:

....in here? I will make the kid lost the trust he has in him/

Smile-in.

lwkmd. . .
You ll get dissed till. . .they swear i was making rum!

fresh out the oven!

I greet y'all in the name of music

Thought I drop this my song for y'all to listen

yes Nigeria gain their independence!!!

But check your heart are we truly free..

I didn't go out today cus I didn't feel like
Reasoning all the things happening in this country..
Bombing.. killing
Stealing.
Corruption...



[size=18pt]TRUTH IS WE ARE NOT FREE FROM OURSELF[/size]

Had to express it true music Bro

https://www.nairaland.com/2638177/nairalander-song-bombin-fighting-killings#38585207

st3v3nr3x:
OBESEMF.

Obes...u fat moda4cka/
U occupy space ama poke u wit a knife politely in d face ...guess 1st impression 'maters'/
U abt to go extinct as i release dz sabatooth tigers/ my flowz xo swit gone leave u diabetic nigga/

I plague Nl my bars are like moses'z rod/i spit hurricane nxt tin is flood/ u prolly a king ryt? Well am ur god/ gon pin u to a wall wit a gigantic sword/ u nt up to my squareroot lyk a mathematical 'surd'/

ama fry ur ass like am zedicus/
lyk saul u will encounter me lyk u re on ur way to damascus/ u tink u a boss? its game over for u datz 'X box'/u tink u fly ama kick u outta dz circle like am centrifugal force/

Ur verses boring ,....makes me slip lyk am in FG office/ finish him is wat i heard as i grab my pencils/am lyk jack in MK i gat d thoughest punches/ ama beat u like a 'case' den u will b out seekin 'justice'/

U kip pushin ur bars . .... like ur tayas re flat/ u prolly nid a slap to show u ur path/ am d devil in ur lyf ama tear u apart/i walk ur mama nd sista to my rum lyk dey enterin noahs ark/ afta dz verse u gone die of hrt attack/

/ ur verses... Is d same shit like merlins outfit/ my verses....its D typ of shid dat will bring in profit/
am cumin at u fast nd dz breaks aint workin/ beat it! ..d only time i went bckwards nigga was 'moon walkin'

u got ur ass whoped 'evrywhere u go' u mtn bitch/ jst kip suckin siemen from dicks u ignorant snitch/ d sky z blue mo'fucka got high barx lyk dey on rucheee nd shit/ lets see hw u survive from all dz punches nd kicks/

u ve got candy bars dats y am crushin u... dats candy crush/ u got NL messed up lyk u went to d toilet nd didnt flush/

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Obese .../
i will make u yern for ur demise/

For your mind naw..you sabi spill bars eh..no worries

Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/ (black widow spider)
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

Ibime, thunder fire you!

Ibime:



I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/

Ibime:


I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/

Punchers.

Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/

Ibime: I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/

WARRIBLOOD:

I didn't go out today cus I didn't feel like
Reasoning all the things happening in this country..
Bombing.. killing

LMSO!