ojoawo:
1. Darkenedrebel - After your verse in the last cypher, I have been waiting for a track from you... still waiting!!!

3. Where the hell is NAV?

and abeg, why audio links scarce for here?

66Kazna99:
If I ripped & scratched Dj5naira, he'd still sound better/
Than both y'all knucklehead fąggots moaning put together/ (get it?)

(shapeshifts into F-22 Raptor)

deepthougths:

I walked in and was shocked to see fools... (are you in the right room bruh? )
Mehn... Things have really changed much.. (APC is working... Maybe duh)

Well... What can a man do... (manly stuff )

Leggo (Lego movie?)

Yo
FFR is dead/ (No its not you dweeb, it's in your head)
5naira has tried his best/ (nigguh 5naira can't buy yam & fried eggs)
But a tree can't make a forest... It's a sly mistake/
To open this forum... For Kanza and the rest/ (wow you're so dumb you can't even spell a name right)

It sücks, I swear! (nah you doing all the sucking, they just watching yo sextape)

I'll attack with glocks and spears/ (seriously, it's 2016 not Terminator meets Jurassic Park)


IRON bars I pen... (actually I patented that Iron idea so...)

These SILLY CONS... Appears on sand and clay/
To conduct heat... Na case... These fools TRANSMITS in BITS... WORKSHOP CHANNELS/ (where is the rhyme here? Chizos!)

Overhyped wack heads... (Yea like you bruh )

Tryna tuzzle with styled crack heads/
I'll let my BULLETS DIRECT them... Till their back breaks/
And if questioned... I'd simply say.. My angered Mac LED/ *spits popcorn*

Silly dumb TED/
claims tough? We laugh... Obese is TED alright... The dweeb can never become FIRST/ ( how does TED & FIRST rhyme? Do you even English bro?)

#Deep No be swimming pool sha

OK... Dats some 1minute digest... Dj5naira wey your babe keep spoon? Chow dey
I plan on setting u niggåz up... Shii just got real let me get toilet paper for you

JigsawKillah:
read carefully; the pains of a nigga destined to live a Prof of the school of hard knocks with a lesson to give I done run the hard streets, I find it stressing to breathe losing so much on my way, yet it's reckless to grieve I done see all the action, a gun pressed to my knees nuzzle hot, I'm puzzled but why am I next to receive the holy water, I only bother if my death would be brief or I'd be shot closed to my heart and get left to bleeding I stared out, saw my bro stretched 'cross the street watched his chest if it heaved, I pray the gent ain't deceased not yet Lord, I sweat for this gee, take my neck for him please I remember my fervent prayers hoping the rest was a dream Boss, my legs ain't feeling my shoes my lips are swollen, he asks "are you still with the goods? else you'd be feeling worse when I'm done drilling with yous" my whole 2011 was spent sharing Mills with the crews a nigga hungry, how else you thought I be dealing with dues? in 2003, I watched my father sleeping with tools as a child, I felt being a street King was cool in JSS1, I was getting daggers sneaked into school and niggas asking too many questions, I ain't speaking with fóols my man zero crippling the dudes who think snitching is cool niggas swimming with sharks cause they thought they swimming in pool maybe Obesemf is right, maybe I never pulled a gat but picture being in my hood and not be cool with frats without enough protection to stay neutral if you move this way too slow, a jump will make you cold that's real bro, etched in my veins is the street life used to be hanging around my Junction till midnight cops races ain't new to me, I could give Ice Cube an insight too fast too furious, nigga you best keep your drifts nice if my pleas don't get me the money, the clips might my niggas won't leave a kobo on you, they frisk nice from age 9, I been bringing tools to every fist fight gambling and I goes together, like beans, rice only a curved pair of dice can give you 6 twice i think about the disses and the hate they bringing they speak about the realest, yet they say he villain but Jig's about the sickness, only way he winning reaching out to bîtches, you don't pray to see this I live the life you niggas craving, got niggas hating smoked leaves at 5, at 6, I was cigaretting smoking weed leftovers, eyes dazed, dead, sober coke bottle shaping niggas faces, when we figure hating

JigsawKillah:

read carefully; the pains of a nigga destined to live
a Prof of the school of hard knocks with a lesson to give
I done run the hard streets, I find it stressing to breathe
losing so much on my way, yet it's reckless to grieve
I done see all the action, a gun pressed to my knees
nuzzle hot, I'm puzzled but why am I next to receive
the holy water, I only bother if my death would be brief
or I'd be shot closed to my heart and get left to bleeding
I stared out, saw my bro stretched 'cross the street
watched his chest if it heaved, I pray the gent ain't deceased
not yet Lord, I sweat for this gee, take my neck for him please
I remember my fervent prayers hoping the rest was a dream
Boss, my legs ain't feeling my shoes
my lips are swollen, he asks "are you still with the goods?
else you'd be feeling worse when I'm done drilling with yous"
my whole 2011 was spent sharing Mills with the crews
a nigga hungry, how else you thought I be dealing with dues?
in 2003, I watched my father sleeping with tools
as a child, I felt being a street King was cool
in JSS1, I was getting daggers sneaked into school
and niggas asking too many questions, I ain't speaking with fóols
my man zero crippling the dudes who think snitching is cool
niggas swimming with sharks cause they thought they swimming in pool
maybe Obesemf is right, maybe I never pulled a gat
but picture being in my hood and not be cool with frats
without enough protection to stay neutral
if you move this way too slow, a jump will make you cold
that's real bro, etched in my veins is the street life
used to be hanging around my Junction till midnight
cops races ain't new to me, I could give Ice Cube an insight
too fast too furious, nigga you best keep your drifts nice
if my pleas don't get me the money, the clips might
my niggas won't leave a kobo on you, they frisk nice
from age 9, I been bringing tools to every fist fight
gambling and I goes together, like beans, rice
only a curved pair of dice can give you 6 twice
i think about the disses and the hate they bringing
they speak about the realest, yet they say he villain
but Jig's about the sickness, only way he winning
reaching out to bîtches, you don't pray to see this
I live the life you niggas craving, got niggas hating
smoked leaves at 5, at 6, I was cigaretting
smoking weed leftovers, eyes dazed, dead, sober
coke bottle shaping niggas faces, when we figure hating

demsid:
I Don die whr av I been await ur reply soon.

illmortal:

once I drop 'naira down Dj5naira oya enter studio
sink my finger down his voice-pipe. HA! Jockers

66Kazna99:
Cool tho.

demsid:
Hmm. Where this ill boy come from wey come dey tackle him seniors for here.

demsid:
Hmm. Where this ill boy come from wey come dey tackle him seniors for here.

gottoboy:
Senior bawo?

illmortal:

But I'd rather toss you for a dice game . .cause you lack the ephizzy of spitting/ still, I'll have you stroke. . .when I frizzy ya weak limp/ once I drop 'naira down for a gamble'. . .I'll give him the tizzy or hitting/ & the way 'ah play you'. . .it'll look like a city in Benin/. . .Applahoue*

dj5naira:
Spits the very koko/ pass plenty loco/
I like 'Kazna', no be 'many moto!'/