Edited transcript with [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED] tags, compiled for context, not condemnation.
When Blaqbonez’s “ACL” dropped off No Excuse, fans thought they were hearing another clever jab in Nigeria’s rap rivalry. What they didn’t expect was a full-blown leak of private messages — allegedly sent by Odumodublvck, the self-styled “Big Gun” of Abuja rap, directed straight at Blaqbonez.
Below is a cleaned-up, time-stamped transcript compiled from those alleged messages — raw, aggressive, and unfiltered, now marked for public record.
August 30
“Nothing go commot for your wishing well. I go still see you face to face. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED]. I’ll keep updating you on your failure — slowly but surely, God go bring you to me again. Love you baby. After you drop your weak diss, I’ll still see you one-on-one. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED]. Better charge your phone well so you fit record fast next time — make e be like sex tape. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED].”
September 3 (Morning)
“You never see anything. If you like, gym. If you like, carry bouncer wey dey gym — I go still see you face to face. I no be all those them CKay o. I be Odumodu. Ask. Even if you join confraternity, nothing go save you. If you like carry police come, I go pause their hustle. Till you die you go still be my [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED]. Unless you kill me — and you cannot.”
September 3 (10:40 AM)
“TG dey sick, you dey use am do clout. Dey wear him moustache — he no send, but I do. Na me be your nemesis. The demon wey dey your body, na me. I go dey monitor your music failure till you go meet pastor for deliverance. Till the day you die, I go dey on you. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED]. Make sure you dey screenshot, so when we end up for police station, you go get evidence. Nobody like you. You’re a snake. You’ll pay for all your sins. I’ll see you soon. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED].”
September 4
“I know you dey bothered about how your projections don flop — it was ordained.
Your failure is certain. You better go stream-farm like usual. Nothing go come from your wishing. Even if you record new songs, e no go make sense. You’ll forever be in debt; your label go collect everything back. Watch. I’ve heard the diss, bro. The machine is working — fully. Check your roof. E dey leak. Your camp is weak. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED].”
Blaqbonez replies: “8 Harvey Road, Lagos.”
(That’s LASUTH’s psychiatry department — a savage, coded clapback implying Odumodu needs mental help.)
Odumodublvck fires back:
“No be there I go meet you. You go waka enter my zone like usual. Drop your real address, baby. Just dey gym dey go.”
September 5
“Everlasting taker — I know e means a lot to you. The failure go drive you crazy. Beg Muyiwa to pull you out that label. Your bosses plan to drop you. Leave before dem disgrace you. Shalli don drop, banger. Rema your GOAT don drop. None of your songs dey work. Everyone you dissed dey above you now. I go update you later on your failure. Keep this line open. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED].”
September 6
“Your so-called godfather dey post apology after dissing his wife. He say make I no blame you — that says everything. Slowly but surely, you go walk into your downfall. Your doom is inevitable. It’s already showing in your career. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED].”
September 9
“If to say na internet gangster you be, you for don chop slap. You think you be Kendrick or Drake? [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED]. You no get motion — I be your motion. All your plans dey my hand. Your roof still leaking. I’ll see you soon.”
2:32 AM:
“Keep compiling your penance. Without me you’re nothing. Instead make you focus on your dead singles, you dey diss. I can’t wait to see you. The machine active. You’ll soon feel am.”
3:03 AM:
“You need quick recovery. The motion wey dey reign on your face — that’s me. The machine is fully active. If e jam you, you go knock. Make you dey your delusion. We go see.”
September 20–21
“Keep running, the way your career dey run down. The machine is coming, my love. You think say I go move in London where cameras dey? I’m ten steps ahead. I’ve been directing your life for two years. You think about me every day — that’s why you’re stuck. The machine is coming. You can’t run or hide. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED].”
September 22–23
“‘Everlasting Taker’? Lie. You no fit vex for me. Album wey you say go change your life — we still dey wait. You titled it No Excuses yet you full of excuses. That’s not hip-hop. You spit on the genre. Your career and spirit go continue to suffer. Even the people close to you no like you. Till the day you die, I go dey on you. [EXPLICIT LANGUAGE REDACTED].”
Context and Culture
This is a textual assault disguised as digital dominance. Odumodublvck’s repeated “machine” metaphor hints at divine vengeance — a warped blend of ego and paranoia. Blaqbonez’s address clapback flipped the script, reframing the threats as mental-health commentary — a subtle yet surgical counter.
In hip-hop’s war of words, Nigeria just witnessed its own Ether, only this time through DMs instead of diss tracks.
As the scene waits for “ACL”’s full fallout, one thing’s clear — this feud has gone beyond music, into psychology, control, and identity.
Odumodu says he’s the machine. Blaq just handed him the manual and a diagnosis.
