Honn!… RSQ on the beat!… Egbezi bout to spit!, at ’em suckers and haters with this….
Trynna take care of biz with my mind on my chizz/ u were sweating me out so i got cold like the breeze/ blowing so intense that i’m making u freeze, and now u’r screaming please!
Beast mode is the code, and i’m already in/ me generating flows than naija’s kanji dam/ me heating (hitting) every joint just like loko balm/ on a mission to explode, and i dont mean boko haram/ fellas stay calm, but to u wacko i’m gon’ sacrifice u lyrically like ram; so u can call me abraham, father of all the rap nation/ imma take ur crown for that’s my position/ go f ur connection/ u’r going to the bottom; call it relegation/ that’s what’s up! Nigga imma drive u, for u so screwed up/ mother hip hop hates u, coz u remind her so much about her previous flaws/ u think that u are rapping, not knowing that u just gibbering like a little kid in kindagerten/ u better run come take a lesson, from my dope school of rapping/ the most edu-hip-hopping… lyrically hitting on every demn beat and making ’em cry louder than the voice in enigma… haaan eee ooo ehh whatever!!! and i aint coming yet for i’m still in the mood/ men the game needs me more than the world needs crude/ some people say i’m good/ some be like men this dude, he’s got a rude attitude; coz their hood i intrude/ their defence i subdued/ i’m so Ruud (rude) Van Nistelrooy; scoring goals and winning games got no time to toy… i done learn the street that the people who are down will always trynna sweat u out: so got i got cold like the breeze/ worse than harmattan that i’m making hell freeze/ the demons are screaming please, but i got no time responding, coz all i do right now is grinding/ haters free to judge (George) like ur other name is bush, but u can’t stop me from exploding; like the bombs in iraq i’m blowing/ suckers if u can free to send me to the dungeon/ but i’ll come back spitting fire like a dragon/ the heat (hit) so intense it gon’ take away ur vision/ motherfuckers imma go on… honn!!! better run… even if u’r a break, u cant stop my speed, u aint gon’ succeed/ cos u just gon’ failed… call that break failure, and to be the victor i got one option: ride or dieee… so imma kip kip riding till my tank gets dryyy…So whack EmCee bounce for the hip hop messiah/ beat homicider, SBE soldier, hyperlyricaemia/ hell of a rider, ambition of an hustler, u dont want no drama/ we gon’ smoke u like ganja, or cigar from cuba so run to ur mama, right about now, or kiss the earth orovoir (haha!).
Mennn! Nigeria has been blessed with a lot of great rappers men, and i respect them… even on twitter i dey follow them/ so imma mention a few like this… so we go… okay!… Modenine; me like ur flows, swagger-man dope, killing them instrumental, mental (x3). Ruggeddy baba; the flow from ur medulla oblongata, always rocks harder/ Terry tha rapman; i swear to burst sixteen no be beans…if hip hop is dead then u done turn zombie… Naeto C! u the big deal…ten over ten, flow so MSc/ MI Abaga… safe was a stunner/ Vector tha viper, a good freestyler/ OD i see ya, and yes i remember a pidgin rapper, that nigga raw, so original and raw/ aiye po gan; ibo boy Ill-bliss/ olenu bi pon pon pon, Dagrin rest in peace… Jesse J… Ice Prince… oleku… I see ya Sinzu, Sauce Kid baba, yeba reba san bodibobo. yung6ix! the shit from ur head got me going OMG… And not forgetting we the StrawBoiz, we no be china phone so we no dey make noise: mister flipper, jayfresh i see ya/ para boss yoh, o’nero aka 77 star general…we the big deal men! we taking over men! that’s it men!
Yeah! Egbezi on this one… small children wey one play ehn!, make una go play with sand…Okay!… Na so…