SOMALI SPOT RAP BATTLE
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TheSayid fruity prick tryna make himself relevant
Like I can't take xamar back with my regiment
Ask your sister how I am she's a testament
Take what I want then I become negligent
Nothing serious with these Xaliimos since they're decadent
Even Air Jalam the barkhad looking nigga with a protruding skeleton
knows it's evident
That talkin shit about me is to your own detriment
To pull out the 9 nigga I ain't hesitant
I'm on point with my measurements
These moist yute are cognitively deficient
Wanna talk about mental dissonance
mental illness in your country is over 30 percent
Air Jalam be living in his mums basement
Tryna impress s on a forum like a wasteman
But wait man.. talking shit about our women that's bizarre
When saudi bought your women for a few riyals
Moist yute tryna talk about cars
Fronting on Somalispot thinking they're hard
Stevie I'm sorry but we can't see any bars
Air Jalam you're a wasteman everyone can see you what what you are, except stevie
You ain't see me play on the pitch but believe me
A few tricks and fat niggas like u would be wheezin
Like I can't take xamar back with my regiment
Ask your sister how I am she's a testament
Take what I want then I become negligent
Nothing serious with these Xaliimos since they're decadent
Even Air Jalam the barkhad looking nigga with a protruding skeleton
knows it's evident
That talkin shit about me is to your own detriment
To pull out the 9 nigga I ain't hesitant
I'm on point with my measurements
These moist yute are cognitively deficient
Wanna talk about mental dissonance
mental illness in your country is over 30 percent
Air Jalam be living in his mums basement
Tryna impress s on a forum like a wasteman
But wait man.. talking shit about our women that's bizarre
When saudi bought your women for a few riyals
Moist yute tryna talk about cars
Fronting on Somalispot thinking they're hard
Stevie I'm sorry but we can't see any bars
Air Jalam you're a wasteman everyone can see you what what you are, except stevie
You ain't see me play on the pitch but believe me
A few tricks and fat niggas like u would be wheezin
Thatsomaligirl
Loves milk is lactose intolerant, kill me
LOOOOOL
Idk what I was expecting but it wasn't this +1 for entertainment
Idk what I was expecting but it wasn't this +1 for entertainment
Look at this moist nigga catch feelings. Shut the fck up man and take the LWasteman mom's basement
wasteman mom's basement ni99a you sound like a broken record stfu.
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Baraf
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Don't mind me......
Not a fan of pretentious English
Wouldn’t call myself a poet
Or rapper
Not that such titles ever mattered
Head right now just feel so scattered
While I look of notes quite tattered
Makes me feel like all’s been shattered
Moving- shaking- but no answer
Life moves on but im no gladder
“Who cares, who cares, who cares”
They say
But I must care to improve everyday
And so tears fall down my eyes today
Of what I wish to be
In contrast of what I really see
It’s hard to be happy
When none of that is happening
But there is such a way to be content
Within the coldness of the air
Misguided minds and self-contempt
It’s a secret that’s been held
You’ve had for so long but you never could tell
No it’s not no trick
No it’s no spell
Sometimes it comes in
Sometimes I forget
But so- we are human
So, you’ll find it once again
Should I search for it you say?
“Is this the answer”, you say?
But there never was a question
But there’s always been an answer
It was a parasite that lingers in ears
Once it latches it perpetuates an itch
It's within us- but we must not listen to it
it comes with question and concerns
makes us uneasy, makes us less stern
And so I end this abruptly by repeating what I said in the beginning:
Not a fan of pretentious English
Wouldn’t call myself a poet
Or rapper
Such titles have never mattered
Not a fan of pretentious English
Wouldn’t call myself a poet
Or rapper
Not that such titles ever mattered
Head right now just feel so scattered
While I look of notes quite tattered
Makes me feel like all’s been shattered
Moving- shaking- but no answer
Life moves on but im no gladder
“Who cares, who cares, who cares”
They say
But I must care to improve everyday
And so tears fall down my eyes today
Of what I wish to be
In contrast of what I really see
It’s hard to be happy
When none of that is happening
But there is such a way to be content
Within the coldness of the air
Misguided minds and self-contempt
It’s a secret that’s been held
You’ve had for so long but you never could tell
No it’s not no trick
No it’s no spell
Sometimes it comes in
Sometimes I forget
But so- we are human
So, you’ll find it once again
Should I search for it you say?
“Is this the answer”, you say?
But there never was a question
But there’s always been an answer
It was a parasite that lingers in ears
Once it latches it perpetuates an itch
It's within us- but we must not listen to it
it comes with question and concerns
makes us uneasy, makes us less stern
And so I end this abruptly by repeating what I said in the beginning:
Not a fan of pretentious English
Wouldn’t call myself a poet
Or rapper
Such titles have never mattered
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You and your boys take the W at the Arab's Got Talent siilaanyolaughLook at this moist nigga catch feelings. Shut the fck up man and take the L
Tramo
Nine kitaabs on a bookshelf
nigga done wrote me a baroque era serenade
he really didnigga done wrote me a baroque era serenade
CrazyWadaad
Prince of East Africa
Isnt this from Drakes Summer sixteen
CrazyWadaad
Prince of East Africa
I messed up once
You messed up twice
Fcuking your girl as pay back will suffice
And Dont U ever send for me thats just a lil advice
Relax Im just spitting words on a beat
but real talk I got your girl at my feet
And shes flexible like an athlete
giving me head in the backseat
Savages, me and my gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
You messed up twice
Fcuking your girl as pay back will suffice
And Dont U ever send for me thats just a lil advice
Relax Im just spitting words on a beat
but real talk I got your girl at my feet
And shes flexible like an athlete
giving me head in the backseat
Savages, me and my gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
I messed up once
You messed up twice
Fcuking your girl as pay back will suffice
And Dont U ever send for me thats just a lil advice
Relax Im just spitting words on a beat
but real talk I got your girl at my feet
And shes flexible like an athlete
giving me head in the backseat
Savages, me and my gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
Lily
>,,< certified creep >,,<
I wana drop some bars but ya'll dont have naxariis meeehn.... ya'll destroy the lil self esteem I been building over the centuries 
@IllestCrownUsurper my protégé drop some bars meeehn, so I can follow your lead
@IllestCrownUsurper my protégé drop some bars meeehn, so I can follow your lead
you might have seen me in the streets, but you aint no rival
keep talking i'll have you crying like lebron in the nba finals
why does every lame nigga think he spits raw
just sit back nigga, my words have you in awe
my flow is unforgiving ,got niggas in their defensive positions
but its no hope, these niggas got no backbone
have em back tracking like his name jose calderon
you thought your were noble, you thought you were a king
you traveled from arabia, to somalia just to kiss my ring
don't worry abti this aint a diss ting,
i have your girl in bed, like your name kyrie irving
*drops Mic*
keep talking i'll have you crying like lebron in the nba finals
why does every lame nigga think he spits raw
just sit back nigga, my words have you in awe
my flow is unforgiving ,got niggas in their defensive positions
but its no hope, these niggas got no backbone
have em back tracking like his name jose calderon
you thought your were noble, you thought you were a king
you traveled from arabia, to somalia just to kiss my ring
don't worry abti this aint a diss ting,
i have your girl in bed, like your name kyrie irving
*drops Mic*
Tramo da virtual tramp entered this virtual life, it was alluring, he couldn't stop posing, picture tramo jumping like he's on a trampoline for a like, got a nigga wearing tights, what a sore sight, he likes to be a crowed pleaser, appeasing comes naturally, virtually brown nosing constantly, profusely feening for attention, now you're in detention.nigga done wrote me a baroque era serenade
Tramo I'm done, iishadaa ba ka caabsaday ee ii caafii boowe Bes weeye.- Status
