One time for dbr, show love, pay my respect/
Rabid animal I'm in right after the vet left/
Pu55ies shivering now, chill u aint wet yet/
I'm the big canine, ya'll just tube test pets/
We aint played, I won [I one], now where d next set/
You gotta be FTT/to get it d/, line I jus expressed/
Ya'll ho5 [Os] keep comin up short like hex-hex [XX]/
Ya'll on a loooong tin, like I gotta make my next verse/


Haha, I jus keep droppin short short verse, guess I gotta pen longer ones.

makajibbz:


so i never go out, i jus sit chilling now i'm getting  frosty/

and dats why i'm d biggest like my first toe/

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I think these are funny and nice though

makajibbz:


all yu niggaz rapping in vain like blood/

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This line is nice but woulda been better if it was"y'all niggaz flowing in vain{vien} like blood"

makajibbz:


am fresh to death, buried in a loius vuitton coffin/

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nice and funny. i dey gbadu u pass for here  now.

Peer pressure

Tried staying off trouble . mine's a cloistered life/
my peers' pockets swollen and they were hoisted high/
Them girls running after the ass/cos they faster with cash/
In pecking orders . I'm coming after the last/
I started learning the rope/cos I was yearning to know/
But the more I ask questions,I'm curling they toes/
Maybe it's too early to probe/ or rather not follow suit/
Cos my intuition tells me that tomorrow.s good/
A quick peek out the window/ . a big clique of these people/
brawling over a bag . they nicked it from a widow/
Sneaked a look at they waist,these me were strapped/
Couldn't help the situation cos with me is a pen and a pad/
Inflicted with much scars/they hustled all day to own plush cars/
But I believed with my skills,i could touch stars/
Penning rhymes all day,I had my self closeted/
Desperate to find the spot a financial help's located/
Cos where I'm from,everyday,folks are out grinding/
Nobody wants to see the next man glow and outshine him/
They prattle/when u pose a threat to their place in the saddle/
Gang up to plot ur downfall like Bamsyle saw in his battle/
Truth is when u shine,they still feeling hates and contemptous/
Plus the peer pressure only made them slaves to convention/
With skills in ma capture/I left for greener pasture/
And hope the day I come back,I'll be received with rapture/

@
emmaprince,
nice one there. .
i like d deviation from regular throwin punchlines.

oNe

Ema prince:

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I think these are funny and nice though
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This line is nice but woulda been better if it was"y'all niggaz flowing in vain{vien} like blood"
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nice and funny. i dey gbadu u pass for here  now.

thanks bruh, i'm feeling yur style too. . .

Ema prince:

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This line is nice but woulda been better if it was"y'all niggaz flowing in vain{vien} like blood"
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i shld hv thot of that. lol

Stop the sun from rising is the day u stop me from shinnin'?
Y'all think im at the top ~but im still steadily climbin'/
i got Billiard board groin~ dayuumm i got lotta balls/
speakin against these cows spittin a lotta bull/
u tryna persuade us with your few punches? ~ we aint gullible
gear so fashionable/ ma skill is laudable ./
there a big designer between us~ GAP!/
so mind the space when u come spittin your crap/
armed-to-teeth ~ma lyrical bullets bite [/i]off arms/
amputees ~ i got verbal [i]ammo under ma suit~ call it Coat of Arm/
u Persian ~me Spartan~ i'v chosen ma word carefully/
You'za bout to feel the wrath~ now u beggin me tearfully/
fans hailing me cheerfully~ atmosphere darkens fearfully/
u see demons approachin but u bet they not here-for-me/
im already the hottest on flame~  so no more hell for me/
yea funny~ u wish u were hot? bcareful watya wish for/
cos im an arsonist~ turn u in fire with a pitch fork/
toss u in bottomless pit~now thats flawless victory/
im takin wat is due to me/ dont matter what ya did to me/
see im a DayWalker ~so your lil Shine dont bother me/
clueless'~u'z a Broke Santa~~so the Clause u got nadah gift/
im awesome ~Piss off the Police~ still they Cop ma Sh!t/

oNe

DBR:


there a big designer between us~ GAP!/

funny buh 9ize

m a k a s u f l a y

different levels mean different views/
i'm at d back seat, buh i knw i can drive like screws/
the mountain's just d start, cos i do the dews/
cos my flo aint breakin like d news/
blaaaah/
i wake up in d mornin knowin i'm d one/
knowing i'm so cool,i can go moonwalkin on the sun/
i'm d amusement, and i seem to be having fun/
gat this baseball flo so i'm in my home makin runs/
this life is killing me softly, cos it will end/
am on my grind like onion and pepper, i cannot blend/
i cannot blend cos i'm different and unique/
and the difference is unique/
so i just express it thru a biq/
then i spit it out like hot squid/
these key caps are on relapse/
buh i'll still run this shit twice like three laps/
she wanna scracth her big-azz/
com do it on me-laps/ lool
m a k a m a k a

DBR:

i got Billiard board groin~ dayuumm i got lotta balls/
speakin against these cows spittin a lotta bull/

there a big designer between us~ GAP!/

armed-to-teeth ~ma lyrical bullets bite [/i]off arms/

amputees ~ i got verbal [i]ammo under ma suit~ call it Coat of Arm/
fans hailing me cheerfully~ atmosphere darkens fearfully/

u see demons approachin but u bet they not here-for-me/
im already the hottest on flame~  so no more hell for me/

yea funny~ u wish u were hot? bcareful watya wish for/
cos im an arsonist~ turn u in fire with a pitch fork/
toss u in bottomless pit~now thats 'flaw'less victory/


im awesome ~Piss off the Police~ still they Cop ma Sh!t/

now that's the iiiisssssshhhhh!!!
Nice one DBR.

The way boys dey drop science for here, e be like man go soon retire sef. DBR, abi na Mode9 done dey write your sturvs sef?

Nice one to everybody here. I dey see una. I go soon come.

We mob like we Corsican/ Call him in/ and torture him/
Waterboarding him. . . till the nigga develop dorsal fins/
Rappers'll get taught to swim/ when we provide an encore/
Shoot his legs. . . and turn his freestyle to a front crawl/
We silent leechers and violent preachers/
and our lyrics come across. . . like asylum seekers/
While you unwinding ya louvres/ we hiding with lugers/
signalling to keep ya lips sealed like silent abusers/
Niggas who pass out from shock get heimlich manouvres/
till they recover and reveal where the diamonds and loot is/
We watch for signs of a Judas/ snitches and rats/
We keeps our clips and our gats/ with several bitches in flats/
but we're quick to react/ like Group one metals/
Any nigga that owe us dough is soon gone settle/
cos our crew strong rebels/ who shoot long dezzles/
snatch his coupe, even if its a coupon rental/
We record our bets/ and extort our debts/
Plus we cause upset/ when we enforce our threats/
You can run but you can't hide/ we lift you off ya feet like a landslide/
throw you off a cliff and make you handglide/
We real ill dudes/ that buy bitshes steel heel shoes/
and any meal she'll choose/. . . but she still feel used!/
We will drill tools/ in ya medula/ like Uma/ Thurman/
and Kill Bill fools/ in pursuit/ of the loot/ and burn em/
We got ammo, so bell the cops/ cos faggits get fell with shots/
I shrink a nigga slowly. . . like a shadow at 12 o clock/
I nail the shot/ even if its half court rules/
I blast y'all fools/ quicker than dynamite with a damn short fuse/

Ibime:

The way boys dey drop science for here, e be like man go soon retire sef. DBR, abi na Mode9 done dey write your sturvs sef?
Nice one to everybody here. I dey see una. I go soon come.

Hehehe. . no. .u'vnot discovered one of your rhyme pads is missing? i stole it!

And u just killed that last issshhh. .mayb i shud do some gun talk isshh too.
The pleasure is at the Climax. .me sef go soon Come


oNe

Aint gat time hommie i lay yo down lil bi tch lay u down with ur crew hommie lay u down with your kids cos am da boss i smock dope evry tam in da block niggas frunt on me i lay em niggaz dead on da spot.blood stains on your door hommie blood stains on da floor blood stains on da block hommie bloodz stains on da wall pop 5 to ur jaw and watch u get berrie tomor cos am a ghost i watch ur whole crew get drop on da mall.mo fu ckers

We will drill tools/ in ya medula/ like Uma/ Thurman/
and Kill Bill fools/ in pursuit/ of the loot/ and burn em/ . . . . .nice one there ibime. . . .massive as ever . .



toss u in bottomless pit~now thats flawless (floorless) victory/ . . . . .

clueless'~u'z a Broke Santa~~so the Clause u got nadah gift/
im awesome ~Piss off the Police~ still they Cop ma Sh!t/ . . . . . DBR u dey mad!!! Ah yee . . . .naa na na . . this is too much . . . this is just gettin heavier and heavier . . i'm mobile sutfin now, . . . wen i get back on ma system wud definitely get back with sum'n . . . OUCH!!!!!

^^the way DBR keeps churning these dope lines everyday is shocking.

I might as well 'retire' before even having a 'career'

Mykali, H.Jizzle ,Slimshay, Ibime,

Hey tnx guys. . but this props go make me dey fear to drop anythin again o
cos if i no fit meet up again . .i don fall off be that o


Btw, sm1 hit me up on FB to give anoda xample on the double/tripple entendres
isshhhi talked bout b4.
So just wanna do it here wit a line i dropped earier:

they see me/ now. they just wanna tag along/
i Converse. .Kill at least 2 hater with wooden Bar. . Di-aLogue/
convulse. .they die from it/ spit flame from a fiery Diaphragm/
the hottest dude around now. .so they burn n die for him/

Here the BOLD ^^^are the key words.

Convers[/i]ation btw [i]2 or more pple is Dialogue
2 is Di

when u Kill the person Di (dies)

Wooden bar is from Dia Logue (a Log of wood)

So :
i Converse. .Kill at least 2 hater with wooden Bar. . Di-aLogue/

Has lots of thinkin put into it, but mite just fly over pples head cos it appears simple.
hope say i makes sense ooo


oNe

I noticed a dope line by Mykali which was overlooked:

Niggas wanna friend I/ so they FB I/ like Hoover/

Ibime:

I noticed a dope line by Mykali which was overlooked:

Niggas wanna friend I/ so they FB I/ like Hoover/

Yep. .ibime u soooo right.
I saw the line but was BB browsin then,
meant to comment on it but. . .

Talkin bout FB(FaceBook) and F.B.I . .Edgar Hoover.
Abeg twaleeeeee for u mykali again, tht was brilliant!

oNe

Check check ma gunz teck teck bus ur niggaz brain bust bust and drop drop niggaz and watch yo feel da pain ma teck teck go off ma niggaz lay u to ur grave click clack bust ur head nigga nw u knw ma name.i Bleep Bleep ur bitch drop ur kids on da Bleep floor ur mum dad lil sis and bro get pop in da fucking mall i told told yo niggaz not to Bleep Bleep with me men i watch u watchin me on dat block nw dead men.we violatorz we violate evry fuckin spot aint care if u knw me lil nigga we blowin ur brains off, mo fuckers

Dbr tbh, ya'll are intimidating me. This is the first time I'm putting lines together. And imagine posting 8 erm bars in between 24 and 32 or so dope bars. #rapcareerover joh.

Ema prince:

Peer pressure


Them girls running after the backside/cos they faster with cash/
In pecking orders . I'm coming after the last/

That backside was supposed to be a$$ I don't understand Galaboicensoring every lil' thing

DBR:

@
emmaprince,
nice one there. .
i like d deviation from regular throwin punchlines.

oNe

Yeah, that's what I thaught before writing it.y'all burning this place up at the moment.that's kool!

I'm so eclectic folks/ . going manic with energetic flows/
Had u screaming holiness! . like u seeing the benedict pope/
Y'all having a volt-face . while I stay current with electric [/i]flows/
[i]In a fashion . ur jeans shows ur skill has a dwarf's genetic code/
I'm not brand loyal . but ya'll keep feeding me with generic flows/
I'm 'bout to tie u up . under the rain . against an erected pole/
Fully backed [/i]by my prolific skill . when I grab the [i]maicon and inter/
But many of ya'll are one-track-minded like hundred meter sprinters/
I'm having flow rise/ . . cos I can melt a mass of cold ice/
Talk,I'm listening . . and get treated with what ruggedy told 9ice/
Cos I be honing knuckles/ . . to send foes to crutches/
And when I stoke a beef . nigga$ be catching long-throw of punches/
a mic,I goes to lunch with/ . It burns and cause more global warming/
I barracks crews and they get the[i] marching orders[/i] . like loyal armies/
Feel the greatness . I'm so stout-hearted like I feed on guinesss/
The ladies shed tears of joy . . when they read my lyrics/
No tricks or gimmicks/ . who's the best . ya'll knows the truth/
They call it Nairaland . but swarming in here are some broke a$$ dudes/

DBR:



fans hailing me cheerfully~ atmosphere darkens fearfully/
u see demons approachin but u bet they not here-for-me/
im already the hottest on flame~  so no more hell for me/

oNe

I love this part most.keep it up

On a nas state of mind  . . . . The[b] P[/b]oetic [b]E[/b]nchanting [b]N[/b]ova


I rest in sceneries/ creatin metaphors and similes
Funny how life would seem wen u ever stop to think of me
Steady sleepin in the pocket of the owner/
He gets the “credit” . . . . so to the world I’m a loner (“loaner”)

I've got a blue or black blood in ma vein, thru ma a$$, it leaks
And cuz of dat . . . ma owner gets a hot track to spit
Wen I dance on sheets/ ma steps creates a certain path of speech
Ma owner learns the route, with intentions out, to go spazz on beats

The great of the greats held ma waist on the dancefloor,
Thus makin a chance for/ songs that’s pleasin the fans more
The end result of this leaves em deep minds startled
The only time I didn’t matter, were durin freestyle battles

I made artists create classics/ all thanks to ma great dance tricks/
Everyone loves the meal, but no one appreciate the slained matchstick/
And really the fact is/ . . .  I’ll gladly do it again
Cuz I couldn’t even tell this story without the use of a pen!!

(Guess who i am . . . lol, )

am like wtf are yall spitting, i dont see no knowledge spittin here, yall need to work harder no hates ofoka bitttch

Rappers get impaled to the wall/ if I aint felt em at all/
I might have lost a couple battles. . . but I seldom recall!/
I p!mp ho's from Belgium to Gaul/ cos Im a mack/
Got a couple screws loose. . . so hand my spanner back!/
I plan attacks/ to heat up the polity/
Phock peace and equality/ I'd rather fleece the economy/
I speak hypocrisy/ cos Im feudal with rhymes/
polluting ya mind/ confusing both the alien and humanist kind/
My rubix design/ is complicated to fathom/
Im gaming the 'gammon/ serving God and simultaneously chasing the mammon/
I created a dragon/ to incinerate Saturn/
I radiate cannons. . . . by breaking eighty uranium atoms!!/
till they reach critical mass/ and the fission react/
you say you run shyt. . .that must mean. . . you finishing last!!!/
hitting chicks in the @zz/ cos Im crude and uncouth/ in my booty pursuit/
I pledge to serve my country. . . if its my duty to loot!/

Im in a Range Rover/ you pushing an aged Skoda/
You got potential. . . till I let gravity take over!/
Its so delightful/ how I dump from loaded rifles/
and blow ya disciples/ from the back of a motorcycle!/
. . . and make a rapid escape/ as I laugh at ya fate/
I spit at degrees that turn Tungsten to a gaseous state!/
cos my furnace matches/ hellfire when I burn a bazztard/
and when the heats-on. . .you get de-formed. . . like Thermoplastics!!/

I dont wait for demand, I create a supply/
I minored in economics, but I majored in rhyme/
I spit Keynesian and Sayian combined/
so when I serve verses, fiends always waiting in line!/
They craving a high/ so Im making em fly/
by ripping they house out the ground till its raised to the sky/
I've taken my time/ to perfect my skill/
invading ya mind/ like Dr Xavier. . . to infect ya will/
Its best to chill/ cos I cause more pandemonium/
than King Kong under the influence of crack and opium/
Black Napoleon/ y'all niggas lacking sodium/
Im from PH. . . with a higher PH than ammonium!/

H.J:

  . . . . The[b] P[/b]oetic E[/b]nchanting [b]N[/b]ova
[b]I rest in sceneries/ creatin metaphors and similes

Wen I dance on sheets/ ma steps creates a certain path of speech

Everyone loves the meal, but no one appreciate the slained matchstick/
(Guess who i am . . . lol, )

meal--slained matchsticks,,, impressive,
these HJ mofo be illing like an incurable sickler. HJ whatch u fink ur doing spitting killer bars like that?? impressive job niggaa''

Ibime:

I speak hypocrisy/ cos Im feudal with rhymes/
polluting ya mind/ confusing both the alien and humanist kind/

Im in a Range Rover/ you pushing an aged Skoda/
You got potential. . . till I let gravity take over!

class

Ibime:

I dont wait for demand, I create a supply/
I minored in economics, but I majored in rhyme/
I spit Keynesian and Sayian combined/

punk ass, u tryna fool me wit that line, lol. dope

Ibime:

Black Napoleon/ y'all niggas lacking sodium/
Im from PH. . . with a higher PH than ammonium!/

i wish ibime could spit these bars on beats wit the same energy u use in text rapping em, geddit, good work hommie

am coming to spit some ofoka bars for yall to rock wit, aint nobody get it down like the lyrical bitccch called ofoka !
been ages i spat for the MRCS

All stand at attention, the great methusella ofoka wants to spit, all bars must stop breathing, all rappers must stand at attention, all emcees must stop illing, Governor ofoka wants to spit aint nobody got my kinda drama, even dramacydal will surely bow,

ofoka clears throat , 1-2 microphone check!!

i make rappers dissappear from the limelight like the aging sauron
been dope for centuries/pharmacists in heaven buy drugs from this baron
mental illness/the sickest aro generals were never this mad
lyrical menstruation/ yall need to bow down to the king of the ink pads
my venom is unique/india cobras couldnt spit wit 337 fangs
cuz they know ofoka is the most dangerous of the poisonous blacks
the 16s u spit is the 16 i vomit/ u battling me? /nigga u must be nuts
u think u spit tough? u ffuckingg this pussii will be nothing but luck
forget about the rest/ofoka's style is totally unorthodox/
thats why they be hating like they breathing from their oesophagus
people hate what they cant understand, lyrically speaking
ofoka is the only nigga that never got lyrical spanking !
i dont talk too much/ when i talk i back it the hell up
so if yall think ur sick enuff/ come get a face lift from this surgeon

m a k a d i a l o g u e
i'm the boss around here even tho i came here embriolic/
nigga am d shit, and i jus jumped out of d toilet/
i own dis spot, and im aboutta put 'to-let'/

m wassup so always know wats down/
flo's neve dull, like a room full of clowns/
its a white mans world, imma paint all brown/
and all i gatta use is my tongue,verb and nouns/

i'm doper than cannabis/
i'm the biggest one around, so yu cannot miss/
and the gurls travel miles just to get a kiss/
cheez/
yu must b amazed how i flow like breeze/

i never teach another how i became fit/
cos all dey ever say is dat i'm too yung to spit/
my girlfriend showed me a naked speet/
but i ranaway knowin i'm too yung to commit/
d first time i saw a pu**y it made me vomit/
shit/dnt knw why i'm givin all dis info/
buh i'm cool, knowing i'm flyer than heathrow/
and i gat competition on their tip toe/

i high school nigga, schoolin niggaz it rap school/
i'm ice cool sweet, make yu niggaz go niggaz go type 2/
and i mean diabetes,/
ya'll cant kill me. i'm achillis/
and i'm hotter than chili's/

All stand at attention, the great methusella ofoka wants to spit, all bars must stop breathing, all rappers must stand at attention, all emcees must stop illing, Governor ofoka wants to spit aint nobody got my kinda drama, even dramacydal will surely bow,

ofoka clears throat , 1-2 microphone check!!

i make rappers dissappear from the limelight like the aging sauron
been dope for centuries/pharmacists in heaven buy drugs from this baron
mental illness/the sickest aro generals were never this mad
lyrical menstruation/ yall need to bow down to the king of the ink pads
my venom is unique/india cobras couldnt spit wit 337 fangs
cuz they know ofoka is the most dangerous of the poisonous blacks
the 16s u spit is the 16 i vomit/ u battling me? /nigga u must be nuts
u think u spit tough? u ffuckingg this pussii will be nothing but luck
forget about the rest/ofoka's style is totally unorthodox/
thats why they be hating like they breathing from their oesophagus
people hate what they cant understand, lyrically speaking
ofoka is the only nigga that never got lyrical spanking !
i dont talk too much/ when i talk i back it the hell up
so if yall think your sick enuff/ come get a face lift from this surgeon

FRIDAY NIGHT FREESTYLE . . . . totally off the dome. . .


Peace to O4kaa and Makajibz/ but Im known for smacking kids/
and cracking ribs/ shooting cannons at a pacifist/
I react like a catalyst/ in Hydrochloric acid mix/
blow ya whole lab to bits/. . . ya chemistry cant handle this!/
Im all that. . . and a bag of chips/ with barbecue sauce/
Make you fart in ya draws/ Nigga, Pardon the boss/
I go hard on the course/ like Ernie Els/
Y'all heard me well/ rappers gonna burn in hell/ for turning tail!/
Im Voltron with lion force/ spitting fire like minotaurs/
hit you with fireballs/ till you retire or/ die out like a dinosaur/
Im hotter than iron ore/ extracted from Orion's core/
Y'all rappers need some tylenol/ I burn the entire mall/
till the siren call/ and they require riot squads/
to spray me with the CS gas/ Im making these emcees step back/
They thought Id maybe let their B.S pass/
DBR said he admire my shyt/ but I dont make hot songs/
I wonder which part of his head he got dropped on/
Im on top form/ No use for excuses/
still spitting flames. . .  just that my producer is useless!/
Im inclined to admit/ that my energy could get higher a bit/
And the engineer who did my last track?. . . I fired the bytch!/
Just wait till my sinus is fixed. . . and watch me silence a pryck!/
cos niggas already know I put the virus in sick!/
Its not subliminal prose, Im just speaking my mind/
If you think its beef, then Im fine. . . nigga, seek and you find!/
Any nigga who war with this legend/ will get a horrible lesson/
Am I the best?. . . . that must be a rhetorical question!!!/

^^chineke meh
See freestyle oh!!
Off the top? Just like that?
Wetin you dey smoke jor!



Wait oh. . .is it just me or i saw a deliberately 'badly hidden' subliminals at DBR??

Ibime vs DBR. . .hehehe.