Smh

mikuz:
Giyazz voice note.

Where am?

GIYAZZ:
Where am?

I dey villa so I'm having problems with uploading, wait first.

R

Ok done.

mikuz:
Giyazz voice note.

U bin dea Bleep down dis days

mikuz:
Ok done.

oga check ur fb

wahala dey

Sokrates:
oga check ur fb

You can organise it. The buck doesn't have to stop in my desk.

Bars:




U bin dea Bleep down dis days

Meaning?

mikuz:


Meaning?

Chill

Dklef:
wahala dey

I neva see d text ooo klef...

Wrongturn:
create our rematch own. Btw no carry am for mind say u win o. Nobody see ur verse and nobody vote

hahaha. .i no brawl u again jor. .i need mikuz and ibime to whoop!

Bars:



I neva see d text ooo klef...

I dey come first!


av been very busy lately...drop freez jawe
beat the verse u called wack seh

Dklef:
I dey come first!


av been very busy lately...drop freez jawe
beat the verse u called wack seh

Lol@beat d verze u calld wack.


Okay am droppin dat soon

Your death will be celebrated...cos I'm already ending your
life with bars/ approaching this fool with plank..leaving his
skinny body with scars/
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Blowing whistles loud..cos have committed wrongly by killing this
foul/
I'm the most highly rapper with holy ghost lines..so
combackid should shout amen and bow/ or imma stab him
white candle cos every single thing about him are wax/ i
will damage ur skin and bone..rip out ur heart and soul till
niggas mistake u with "WHITES AND BLACKS"/
I'm the God father of rap...you just an adopted son of a
b1tch/ category of young thug..you should be aborted in
the womb and hip hop will be at peace/ but still cool you
here..cos I will drive you to wrong path of hip hop, cos rap
sh1t ain't made for fools/
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Limerick already diss you/ but still wonna face you/
You gon regret opening this thread..cos for this NL I will
chase you/ and trace you..to your poor ffucking house/
and make ur mum and sis eat my loving d1ck/ till am tired
and sick!!

ThunderStorm:


See this one o , run away soldier.. You can join the queue, I don't mind. It's all fun, mister

You whoop me or I whoop you, life still goes on.

Make I no entertain my fans and your fans again,?

I'm taking command/ My phrases are grand/ wetin cosign this ape with my stance?/
I multiple flow . . That's my product' . I ain't faking my brand'/
But it's okay if ya mad/ cos too much love for my could turn to hate in a stand/
If my bravery struck a cord . . Take a chill pill . .cos I'm just entertaining my fans!!/

Woke up in deranged state/decided to do a freestyle on this insane fake/
The difference between both of us. .will be made clear on a plain slate!/


I should scold my son/he talks tough. . .cos he is bold and young/
Next time I won't spare the rod. . .so Chuka should hold his tongue!/
That's right. .. I'm ya pops/i got your back when u tryna flop/
But you so useless . .I shoulda pulled out. .when sémen was about to drop!/
We drop two verses on the run. . .he can't out rhyme me/im raining curses on my son. . .he can't out shine me!!/
Offerings I bring like Abraham/God says come along with your fam/
I put my son on the altar. . .and we will never find the ram!!/
In a real face off. .   I'll screw u up. .then screw ya chick/
If you also wanna do it bars. . .you see what happened to Loonatikk!/
Chuka is wack/yes! . . . I said it. . impotent nigga can't rap/
I grab my testicles to yap . .but he know what he lack!/
It's not enough with a few conks/so bring me the cane. . . I eschew punks/
I get bytchnigga trashed. . .way down to a refuse dump!!/
He couldn't shine a knife/working his áss out all day. .to rhyme in strife/
I do it easily with 'my digits around the gun'. . .now that's a nine to five!/
Yall know he dull/calling out Prince, Ibime, Mikuz et al/
He spends sleepless nights writing. . .but I prescribe Rophynol!/
I jump from a pinnacle. . .I perform the physical/
No blasphemy. . .but when I rebuke Storm. . .even Jesus ll affirm a miracle!/
Tyres spun on a screech/drive-by. . .a gun on the snitch/
I quickly shoot the puppy. . . I mean I'll kill the son of a bìtch!!/
Freestyle vocally. . .am red and hotter/a dòpe head can't stutter/
If I jam the loafer in battle. . I eat him like bread and butter!/
He can't rhyme with me/or spit a line with me/
But If he pays handsomely to hear me. . .then it's fine by me!/
Uduak writing epistle or letter/talking about who and who is better/
Comparing niggas in their prime to tega/thats like comparing play station to sega!/
They were the hope at the time/but right now. . .they would choke on a rhyme/
Tell em to develop just a line. .   you'll never find any as dòpe as mine!/
On Facebook. . .dudes in here be famous/you can't blame us/
Nairalanders are the shìt. . .yall just farts from the anus!/
Take this back to Facebook as souvenir/tell em I could be their Emir/
Usurping their Kings will look like a movie. . .until I'm titled First Premiere!/
That's a reply from Papoose/yall wack dudes better vamoose/
I'm the 'name behind so many bars'. .  .you'll think I sat while time in calaboose!!/

Grrh!

mikuz:
R

Guy you don kolo finish!

What were you rapping about with that your tata voice


Teddybiyasi don suffer sha. . .

GLACIERZ:





Woke up in deranged state/decided to do a freestyle on this insane fake/
The difference between both of us. .will be made clear on a plain slate!/


I should scold my son/he talks tough. . .cos he is bold and young/
Next time I won't spare the rod. . .so Chuka should hold his tongue!/
That's right. .. I'm ya pops/i got your back when u tryna flop/
But you so useless . .I shoulda pulled out. .when sémen was about to drop!/
We drop two verses on the run. . .he can't out rhyme me/im raining curses on my son. . .he can't out shine me!!/
Offerings I bring like Abraham/God says come along with your fam/
I put my son on the altar. . .and we will never find the ram!!/
In a real face off. .   I'll screw u up. .then screw ya chick/
If you also wanna do it bars. . .you see what happened to Loonatikk!/
Chuka is wack/yes! . . . I said it. . impotent nigga can't rap/
I grab my testicles to yap . .but he know what he lack!/
It's not enough with a few conks/so bring me the cane. . . I eschew punks/
I get bytchnigga trashed. . .way down to a refuse dump!!/
He couldn't shine a knife/working his áss out all day. .to rhyme in strife/
I do it easily with 'my digits around the gun'. . .now that's a nine to five!/
Yall know he dull/calling out Prince, Ibime, Mikuz et al/
He spends sleepless nights writing. . .but I prescribe Rophynol!/
I jump from a pinnacle. . .I perform the physical/
No blasphemy. . .but when I rebuke Storm. . .even Jesus ll affirm a miracle!/
Tyres spun on a screech/drive-by. . .a gun on the snitch/
I quickly shoot the puppy. . . I mean I'll kill the son of a bìtch!!/
Freestyle vocally. . .am red and hotter/a dòpe head can't stutter/
If I jam the loafer in battle. . I eat him like bread and butter!/
He can't rhyme with me/or spit a line with me/
But If he pays handsomely to hear me. . .then it's fine by me!/
Uduak writing epistle or letter/talking about who and who is better/
Comparing niggas in their prime to tega/thats like comparing play station to sega!/
They were the hope at the time/but right now. . .they would choke on a rhyme/
Tell em to develop just a line. .   you'll never find any as dòpe as mine!/
On Facebook. . .dudes in here be famous/you can't blame us/
Nairalanders are the shìt. . .yall just farts from the anus!/
Take this back to Facebook as souvenir/tell em I could be their Emir/
Usurping their Kings will look like a movie. . .until I'm titled First Premiere!/
That's a reply from Papoose/yall wack dudes better vamoose/
I'm the 'name behind so many bars'. .  .you'll think I sat while time in calaboose!!/

Wetin I dey like for your bars pass na your flow. You flow well on text.

Am around now, bow down/
....where's the fvcking king?....tell him to pass tha crown now!/

GLACIERZ:





Woke up in deranged state/decided to do a freestyle on this insane fake/
The difference between both of us. .will be made clear on a plain slate!/


I should scold my son/he talks tough. . .cos he is bold and young/
Next time I won't spare the rod. . .so Chuka should hold his tongue!/
That's right. .. I'm ya pops/i got your back when u tryna flop/
But you so useless . .I shoulda pulled out. .when sémen was about to drop!/
We drop two verses on the run. . .he can't out rhyme me/im raining curses on my son. . .he can't out shine me!!/
Offerings I bring like Abraham/God says come along with your fam/
I put my son on the altar. . .and we will never find the ram!!/
In a real face off. .   I'll screw u up. .then screw ya chick/
If you also wanna do it bars. . .you see what happened to Loonatikk!/
Chuka is wack/yes! . . . I said it. . impotent nigga can't rap/
I grab my testicles to yap . .but he know what he lack!/
It's not enough with a few conks/so bring me the cane. . . I eschew punks/
I get bytchnigga trashed. . .way down to a refuse dump!!/
He couldn't shine a knife/working his áss out all day. .to rhyme in strife/
I do it easily with 'my digits around the gun'. . .now that's a nine to five!/
Yall know he dull/calling out Prince, Ibime, Mikuz et al/
He spends sleepless nights writing. . .but I prescribe Rophynol!/
I jump from a pinnacle. . .I perform the physical/
No blasphemy. . .but when I rebuke Storm. . .even Jesus ll affirm a miracle!/
Tyres spun on a screech/drive-by. . .a gun on the snitch/
I quickly shoot the puppy. . . I mean I'll kill the son of a bìtch!!/
Freestyle vocally. . .am red and hotter/a dòpe head can't stutter/
If I jam the loafer in battle. . I eat him like bread and butter!/
He can't rhyme with me/or spit a line with me/
But If he pays handsomely to hear me. . .then it's fine by me!/
Uduak writing epistle or letter/talking about who and who is better/
Comparing niggas in their prime to tega/thats like comparing play station to sega!/
They were the hope at the time/but right now. . .they would choke on a rhyme/
Tell em to develop just a line. .   you'll never find any as dòpe as mine!/
On Facebook. . .dudes in here be famous/you can't blame us/
Nairalanders are the shìt. . .yall just farts from the anus!/
Take this back to Facebook as souvenir/tell em I could be their Emir/
Usurping their Kings will look like a movie. . .until I'm titled First Premiere!/
That's a reply from Papoose/yall wack dudes better vamoose/
I'm the 'name behind so many bars'. .  .you'll think I sat while time in calaboose!!/

ddoppe

GLACIERZ:





Woke up in deranged state/decided to do a freestyle on this insane fake/
The difference between both of us. .will be made clear on a plain slate!/


I should scold my son/he talks tough. . .cos he is bold and young/
Next time I won't spare the rod. . .so Chuka should hold his tongue!/
That's right. .. I'm ya pops/i got your back when u tryna flop/
But you so useless . .I shoulda pulled out. .when sémen was about to drop!/
We drop two verses on the run. . .he can't out rhyme me/im raining curses on my son. . .he can't out shine me!!/
Offerings I bring like Abraham/God says come along with your fam/
I put my son on the altar. . .and we will never find the ram!!/
In a real face off. .   I'll screw u up. .then screw ya chick/
If you also wanna do it bars. . .you see what happened to Loonatikk!/
Chuka is wack/yes! . . . I said it. . impotent nigga can't rap/
I grab my testicles to yap . .but he know what he lack!/
It's not enough with a few conks/so bring me the cane. . . I eschew punks/
I get bytchnigga trashed. . .way down to a refuse dump!!/
He couldn't shine a knife/working his áss out all day. .to rhyme in strife/
I do it easily with 'my digits around the gun'. . .now that's a nine to five!/
Yall know he dull/calling out Prince, Ibime, Mikuz et al/
He spends sleepless nights writing. . .but I prescribe Rophynol!/
I jump from a pinnacle. . .I perform the physical/
No blasphemy. . .but when I rebuke Storm. . .even Jesus ll affirm a miracle!/
Tyres spun on a screech/drive-by. . .a gun on the snitch/
I quickly shoot the puppy. . . I mean I'll kill the son of a bìtch!!/
Freestyle vocally. . .am red and hotter/a dòpe head can't stutter/
If I jam the loafer in battle. . I eat him like bread and butter!/
He can't rhyme with me/or spit a line with me/
But If he pays handsomely to hear me. . .then it's fine by me!/
Uduak writing epistle or letter/talking about who and who is better/
Comparing niggas in their prime to tega/thats like comparing play station to sega!/
They were the hope at the time/but right now. . .they would choke on a rhyme/
Tell em to develop just a line. .   you'll never find any as dòpe as mine!/
On Facebook. . .dudes in here be famous/you can't blame us/
Nairalanders are the shìt. . .yall just farts from the anus!/
Take this back to Facebook as souvenir/tell em I could be their Emir/
Usurping their Kings will look like a movie. . .until I'm titled First Premiere!/
That's a reply from Papoose/yall wack dudes better vamoose/
I'm the 'name behind so many bars'. .  .you'll think I sat while time in calaboose!!/

Your papa

ThaBlaqBonez:
Am around now, bow down/
....where's the fvcking king?....tell him to pass tha crown now!/

you still alive?

Sneeze........

GIYAZZ:
Guy you don kolo finish!

What were you rapping about with that your tata voice


Teddybiyasi don suffer sha. . .

You dey get ear problem?

WARRIBLOOD:
Sneeze........

Sneeze. . .

ThaBlaqBonez:
Am around now, bow down/
....where's the fvcking king?....tell him to pass tha crown now!/

A clone ?

mikuz:


You dey get ear problem?

He no get any ear problem...na you get mouth problem..

Me didn't even hear anyfin you said..

Mikuz nna you get freestyle

mikuz:

You dey get ear problem?

this ib ad on's ape/ shud be kidnapped and caged/ didn't succeed as a textee, now wish to rap on tape/ .........he shud quit the plan and stray/ or y'all expect somethin worse than his team mar ya play/ cos kim can never punch like chris brown if he hit rihanna's face!//
.......u stay behind bis, am second to none/ my wit is sharp, but my weapon is blunt/....so i kill u slowly, the method is raw/ kim, get up and run/ cos once my "cleaver land" .....ur whole city will be gone 'fore dawn!//
...i always come fully with access/ grab a tooly and blast it/....kim is foolish and lacks wits/ he'll hide in the toilet, like duckin bullies in classes//
.....my flow is mayhem/ and kim i'll scold with greatness/ for steady upholdin lameness/ leave him like iceprick on the floor...that's cold as pavement/ that's how i froze and slay vets/ but ur puns are police friendly ........... they're told in statements!
................i fork models...my hos the finest/ call me poseidon, on throne with trident/ and as i flow with violence/ u better pose in silence/ or i plant infrared in ur brain and control ur mindset!//
.... got many dames to please me/ ....his gay tendency 'is real' ....so i leave the 'pharaoh' bleedin/ on fb, his name's forbidden//....cos kim is engaged to sleakid!

fuckyouhard:

this ibadan ape/ shud be kidnapped and caged/ didn't succeed as a textee, now wish to rap on tape/ .........he shud quit the plan and stray/ or y'all expect somethin worse than team mar ya play/ cos kim can never punch like chris brown if he hit rihanna's face!//
.......u stay behind bis, am second to none/ my wit is sharp, but my weapon is blunt/....so i kill u slowly, the method is raw/ kim, get up and run/ cos once my "cleaver land" .....ur whole city will be gone 'fore dawn!//
...i always come fully with access/ grab a tooly and blast it/....kim is foolish and lacks wits/ he'll hide in the toilet, like duckin bullies in classes//
.....my flow is mayhem/ and kim i'll scold with greatness/ for steady upholdin lameness/ leave him like iceprick on the floor...cold as pavement/ that's how i froze and slay vets/ but ur puns are police friendly ........... they're told in statements!
................i fork models...my hos the finest/ call me poseidon, on throne with trident/ as i flow with violence/ u best pose in silence/ or i plant infrared in ur brain and control ur mindset!//
.... got many dames to please me/ ....his gay tendency 'is real' ....so i leave the 'pharaoh' bleedin/ on fb, his name's forbidden//....cos kim is engaged to sleakid!

Record shii on your phone lets roll?