Sunday, September 27, 2009

GBONO VERY FELI…

Over the years I've been doing some rap for my personal enjoyment. Recently I decided to do a freestyle on the beat of "Mo gbono feli feli" by D'banj...just for fun. I like it, probably because I'm a huge fan of myself. What I'm not sure of is whether YOU like it, so I decided to post it on my blog and see what whoever has to say about it. As usual, I've got some sweet wordplay, and some metaphors too...really just a blend of everything in a relatively Naija style.
Read it with your eyes, but try to hear it with the ears of your mind...that'll make you did it better.


Err’body did this, said they was handsome
Tell me which of 'em is as handsome as I am
I am, IM-ing the whole game
Asking, Is there any as fly as I am
Don't blaze, yet none's high as I am
I am the game's I am that I am
The illest muthafucker ever grace this beat
Beat it y'all lames, you can't match my firepower
Nuclear warheads, I'm a fucking superpower
Black strong hunk, you can call me Michael Power
When I spit, wack emcees cower
In fear...all 'em cowards kawa
Wawa alright if you drink up my flow
That ain't no surprise, considering how hard I go
Check my fan page, your idol is an admin
Funny thing is, he begged me to add him in
Gbono feli feli is just stating the obvious
I'm the fucking modern fusion of Sango and Morpheus
My flow's mind blowing, more than miraculous
Lyrically strong, call me Samson or Hercules
Naija on my shoulders, I'm her giant Atlas
Need directions, ask me, I'm rap's atlas
I'm the main mean man, many say I'm heartless
Cos fellas are breathless, honeys are braless
Me na bad man, but me not artless
My art’s more than fine, it's drop-dead gorgeous
Yours is pretty ugly, it's flop-dead nauseous
My mind's up here, yours is down there
Your time is up dear, cuz Jay is now here
Learning to fear me, is your first lesson
Plus I be overdosing on divine blessing
That's why I be chopping up, while y'all be lessing
It'd be pure folly fo' anyone to be messing
with me, cuz I'm finger-burning hot like Amala
And my flow's so sick, it could use some Amalar
I make look easy, no stress, no wahala
I'm so hot my gut is full of lava
Now that's understatin', let me restate it
My flow's ultra-violet, violent, devastating
Ultra-sexy LP, he's got divas getting
Stoned on his bone, wetting their panties
When the dawn come, they 'ont know where their pant is
That's how I do, Hov her, then shove her
'Fore you can say P-Square, I say the game's over
Don't get it twisted, I ain't propping the lame brovaz
Cuz I'm the Nicon Hilton, and they's D'Rovans
Asking who's flaming hot, it is I
No that's euphemistic, Heat is I
Don't touch pleease, my heat is high
Any nigga try, I hit his eye
With my mad puchlines, then heat his eye
Till ready to serve, then eat his eye (je oju e)
My shit is fly, you don't wanna compare
I ain’t your peer, rap's top compere
Peerless, Fearless, flow so seamless
Can't connect with this, your fone's so sim-less
My flow's intellectual, mentally tasking
Tall dark dude, so don't know why y'all asking,
Am I, MI-ing the game?
No folks, I'm Hova-ing the game
So feel free to have reasonable doubts
In no time, they'll be unreasonable doubts
See me, steaming like a kettle’s spout (o le nu bi kettle)
I get guys high like I’m extra-stout
I’m fresh out the furnace, I can’t shout
East to West, North to South
I’ve got the whole damn world singing along
Saying they ain’t seen a rapper this hot for long
My place on the thermometer, only few belong
And it’ll be long, before y’all can match this song
Not this year, maybe not the next
Need I say more ‘bout who’s the best?
Hip-hop died giving birth to me
But she really ain’t dead cuz she lives through me
Feel my heat…feel the beat

Gbono very feli!

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