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Dis th one and only mic session fa th weak n strong, where no rhyme will b said to be right or wrong, recite a song kick a free n instantly watch yo Shit appear on th papers oh definatly, i got dat style dat no1 hav ever heard off, makes u wanna glance at yo shoulder n brush th dirt off, du anythin even rap in vernac, illusional lyrics pull a rabbit out of a hat, so lemme c wat u got, th hardcore, relaxed even th funny lot, sticky rhymers who were born wit they hand in th honey pot, i wanna c wot u can do not wat yo moneys got
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Yo
On cyber ciphers I move thru wires all of a sudden
Spittin the past and telling the future in an electrical current
Hidden behind a gla** screen im mystery like Sly Racoon
Still rocking digital people like neanderthals on chatrooms
Guess whos the typa cat thats hard to find
I lick the screen and at the same time lyrically kill you online
Yea right I manage to surf the net at high tide
With mad raps so sticky Spiderman stuck to my website
My frequencys disrupt those of your average modem
All hackers to bite my skill suffered from post-mortem
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superman of rap wit an s to kick shit out of my chest
give me rap, ya'll can keep the past and the present
born 3 days b4 christ of cos im nice
woman who cook for use my sweat as spice
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Yo
Yea right I manage to surf the net at high tide
With mad raps so sticky Spiderman stuck to my website
HOLY MOLY!!!!
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Ay yo GreenBat's a mad a** wild mutha f***a/
My emblem is emblazed on tiles mutha f***a/
Feel free to critique but know shit speak is cheap/
I'm in a beeg & unique league & it's not been a week/
U'r too scared to move so that u pee in u'r seat/
Si senor i think all u being is weak/
I generate degenerates to be on their peak/
Be on u'r guard it's harsh when they be on da creep/
I got a Le Freak physeeq masts mind of mysteeq/
Wit deliveries on point powered by speed/
Even on stage i will stay down for da street/
I'm highly professional but f*** doing dances/
When i rhyme u know it's time to navigate da stanzas/
I paint perfect pictures then i laminate da canva**/
In leaps & bounds is how i go about exspanses/
B4 u can run shit be able to stand first/
Get down & dirty in da way that an ant works/
My antlers pierce u'r torso 'till u'r dam bursts//
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I've mastered the art of making mics tear apart/
marvellous flows , i disperse foes with one shot/
murder muthaf***as, who think they shit is all hot/
my mental sparks, ill metaphors to leave your dome scarred/
go hard/
at rappers who misrepresent/
my regiment, tears thru your streets and residence/
with eloquence/
regulate on a regular/
flows are heavenly sent, you can call us spectacular/
laugh at ya/
yo weakness im revealing/
you just a small time soldier play your position/
im constantly cultivating my compositions/
so when u come u better bring your best competition/
my coalition/
is full of cunning gun-busters/
bum- rushers,we run thru all ya'll muthaf***as/
my squad's been around son we roll circular/
M-R-C, spells Master, Ruler and Conqueror/
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GreenBat i posses a vocab so hard/
I could implode ya lungs & collapse ya heart/
Pour poison down ya jaws/
Da voice & da noize is yours/
I tear ya chest open so wide you bleed doors/
Antagonism feed wars/
I eat force @ a speed fasta than light these bastards
scream PAUSE/
Shit's heavy it's like a house on performers/
Cats i don't even know was backed up in corners/
'Till their back's tri-angled shaped & they can't escape
RAWNESS/
You don't have to love me infact don't even like me/
I'm so informal i'm like a shack in Site C/
Every homicidal maniac's raised to be just like me/
Able to leap over a 6 meter high wall/
Wit a flame throwers torch so i can scorch every eyeball/
Wild Life Society's back so back your front up
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We can go toe to toe go blow for blow/
Wit no strings attatched there's no yo to yo/
I'm an a**hole homie i got shows to blow/
Like Pinnochio phonies got a nose to grow/
I'm in plain clothes & still won't expose my pro/
How can i not know everything i chose to know/
Top o' my dome like i got a 'fro to grow/
Oh slow your roll yo show control/
Chance is one in three see how that soul 2 soul/
Flow's up on da downstroke to go below/
That's my M.O Obie like One Keno/
Da bandito also known as bandero/
Try to paint me my colours throw wonder glow/
At my old school shopping wit a young demo/
Like i live there da studio's a bungalow/
And it's so cold i only got snow to show/
You can not block your f***ing elbow's too slow/
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We can talk trash smoke hash/
Fill a gla** & get drunk fast/
Stack cash & kill a Jack's a**/
Don't ask don't ans./
Show wit shown hands/
Yo' fams yo' fans is up in no man's/
No lands no chance/
So we don't slow dance/
We jams head bang's/
So we can advance/
Have plans have heart like we was
Afghans//
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Some tight, tight shit bt damn abominable sandman takes it... Dat ws hot brah
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i murder cybernetic rappers
without any effort
after digesting them its easy to tell if they're that hard
regardless of such they still disposable art
i do a marathon on ur face
bullyfooting heads through space
u aint no gangster but an alcaholic
thats how u got a case
im deep yet creep to sweep freaks with neat speech
flow fluently, my energy
resuccetates a dead fish
my pigments resemble the ebyse,
inpregnate mother earth everytime i take a piss
ya'll dont really blaze
i see through heads like brain x rays
get ur neck sprayed with pliers spirroling in my hands
i87 blaze the world till the cosmos decay
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Yawn
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I be that, super duper freshilistic messiah,
sucka mc's dem address me as sire,
rap renegade i rose up from the fires,
represent the ruff, rugged, raw streets of ndofaya,
the pacifier, high priest jeremiah,
never dropped outta college, still spit it thru the wire,
still rockin timbs and the camouflage attire,
landmynz specialist till the day i retire, retire,
bust a bombaclad in a minute,
the wild wild west rand kid, we never timid,
still in it, still got the fiery spirit,
mary jane still shows me that love without a limit,
flip these rap pages to hundred grand wages,
move to bigger things this rap shit is too basic,
while ya'll still struggling with your rhymes and beats,
i'll be wrapping up production for my 7th release,
bumrush your little sama awards, smack the host with a mic chord,
slap him with a samurai sword,
public enemy # 1 , rebel without a cause,
pussy-a** rappers get permanent menopause,
MRC, u can never understand my thesis,
THE FEDERATION, lyrical masterpieces, WHAT !!
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just a poet ..not a cyber rapper
or gun clapper , shut a trap a
snare or dapper chapper
seen the good and the band thru multiples gla** surfaces.
seen to the deepness of space & they ask me where mr worf is?
seen chicks who seen more penis than YKK.
seen the cleanest , bank employees turn to selling hay.
seen wives who wanna take vistitation rights away.
seen a suicidal father bring himself back form decay.
i've seen him cry when he had to sell the benz
i've seen him hand over the keys at the same time i saw false friends.
ive seen a baby the moment it leaves its mothers womb
i named it claire,and i hope that i die before i've seen her tomb.
i seen lonely nights with nothing but johnny black for conversation.
seen girls who love me leave me
,and f*** him the same day - deceived me.where the booze be?
i've seen diseases tha kill in stealth.
seen a human being grudgingly say goodbye to their health.
i've seen a taxi-war gunfight
mc's who rhyme tight
genetically engineered vegetables cursed with a blight
seen micheal jackson turn white
seen my mother break the houses windows straight out of spite.
seen the smile on her face when i built her that kite.
when we took the training wheels off her bike , she tried with her might.
blowbacks in byus backs.
junkies lick cocaine from cracks.
multi scripted lines of computer hacks.
the voting majority living in shacks.
and vote for a madman who rinses AIDS off with ajax.
seen police files make tracks.
seen teenage experimentation thru a pair of slacks.
seen disciplinary hearings cause the white man said i had my radio too loud.
seen james brown on tv sing "i'm black & i'm proud".
sometimes i wish i couldnt see ,
sometimes i wish i wasnt me.
would i be better off if i had no eyes.
so i set the aperture - i see the truth & the lies.
respect.
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the fat cat ate the rat what sat on the mat.
KADWAAAAAAAA!!!!!
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I illustrate upon the black-board my ability//
to kill time without injuring eternity//
optics beam with curiousity -- I first//
remove the "i"s out of infinity//
calibrate the kettle shaft initiating the grandfather paradox//
counter-balance molecules in 0 kelvin ice blocks//
space & time incarcerated by a mythical box//
spill the hour gla**'s grains with a move of my cursor//
clocks are made for men & not vice-versa//
loose yourself in my obvious//
super symmetrical syllables symbiotically stupendous -- first-time
listeners a**ociate my lyrics with earth-invading aliens//
Yoga masters allege its an out-of-body experience//
hyperphysicals have plans of pledging an alliance//
but sunworshippers exalt me with relative maginification//
the polymorphous figure from whom the gods await instruction//
I was sent to administrate evolutions on to their ultimate perfection//
utalizing my soundscape interface enemy of carnal anticipation//
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Iyoh
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be that, super duper freshilistic messiah,
sucka mc's dem address me as sire,
rap renegade i rose up from the fires,
represent the ruff, rugged, raw streets of ndofaya,
the pacifier, high priest jeremiah,
never dropped outta college, still spit it thru the wire,
still rockin timbs and the camouflage attire,
landmynz specialist till the day i retire, retire,
bust a bombaclad in a minute,
the wild wild west rand kid, we never timid,
still in it, still got the fiery spirit,
mary jane still shows me that love without a limit,
flip these rap pages to hundred grand wages,
move to bigger things this rap shit is too basic,
while ya'll still struggling with your rhymes and beats,
i'll be wrapping up production for my 7th release,
bumrush your little sama awards, smack the host with a mic chord,
slap him with a samurai sword,
public enemy # 1 , rebel without a cause,
pussy-a** rappers get permanent menopause,
MRC, u can never understand my thesis,
THE FEDERATION, lyrical masterpieces, WHAT !!
respect.
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the fat cat ate the rat what sat on the mat.
KADWAAAAAAAA!!!!!
BWAHAHAHA
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i hate speculations....
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pay attention to how it ends :-*
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^^^ ;D
Heads or tails//
soul maintenance fails//
after we leave your cranium stuck in a bed of nails//
facedown//
osteopathic, allegorical, chiropractic, astound//
"Non Compos Mentis" conducive to the trimester//
the alphalbet Toastmaster//
Van dyke edge under the enigmatic lunar//
Poet, Ex-traditional doctor, part-time coroner//
im the closest planet Earth has ever been to the morning star//
spit fire from the pool of the Afterlife guarded by four baboons//
grim paint the eyelids & resemble raccoons//
we react like Muslims to the Muhamed cartoons//
you found tied naked to a stump -- torture marks, cuts & 4th degree wounds//
the ciphering dragoons//
we hit the streets nude, rocking cutla**es & guns//
fight like Liberians The Butt Naked Brigade Huns//
scumbags attempt to escape in zig-zags//
The Big Bad trampling vertebrae, bronchitus, ribcages to white flags//
mud-slinging names like bitches & fegs//
Falun Gong practitioner torture methods -- pour out brain matter
& thoughts//
we indulge in your blood with the horn of an ox//
celebrating the departure in a six handle bar wooden box//
these words are in direct contact with your neuron receptors, so u bound to fill it
with that being said, you tell me whos the illest?
look out for LUZKANONZ
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Heheheh...abominable and greenbat got dis one for sure. "Informal like a shack in site C" hehhe...i used to live there.
peace
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^^^ ;D
Heads or tails//
soul maintenance fails//
after we leave your cranium stuck in a bed of nails//
facedown//
osteopathic, allegorical, chiropractic, astound//
"Non Compos Mentis" conducive to the trimester//
the alphalbet Toastmaster//
Van dyke edge under the enigmatic lunar//
Poet, Ex-traditional doctor, part-time coroner//
im the closest planet Earth has ever been to the morning star//
spit fire from the pool of the Afterlife guarded by four baboons//
grim paint the eyelids & resemble raccoons//
we react like Muslims to the Muhamed cartoons//
you found tied naked to a stump -- torture marks, cuts & 4th degree wounds//
the ciphering dragoons//
we hit the streets nude, rocking cutla**es & guns//
fight like Liberians The Butt Naked Brigade Huns//
scumbags attempt to escape in zig-zags//
The Big Bad trampling vertebrae, bronchitus, ribcages to white flags//
mud-slinging names like bitches & fegs//
Falun Gong practitioner torture methods -- pour out brain matter
& thoughts//
we indulge in your blood with the horn of an ox//
celebrating the departure in a six handle bar wooden box//
these words are in direct contact with your neuron receptors, so u bound to fill it
with that being said, you tell me whos the illest?
look out for LUZKANONZ
aint nothing but Dopeness, will definitely watch the space
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Impressive wordplay , no doubt.
may i please?
@ Posted by: crus-ou - ROTFLMFAO!!!!!
isja!
stethoscope, microscope
what is a science, with no application
we rhymes multisylllabilic words but there's no education ::)
our high-falutin sometimes -just like Lara Croft be
LOST IN RUINS.
but does it feed the twins?
the quadruplets or your kids?
check the jockey - all that remains is skids.
I'm a daddy so yes, I changed a few nappies.
we claim to be philoshophers but we school ourselves on Chappies!
I'm not a God, not a saint - just a plain old sinner (word!)
we just typing up shit so why look for a winner?
We tallk about metaphysics but we doubters like Skinner.
Not Mulder.
We see through our own bulllshit (hopefully) when we're older.
Some say tomato, so respect to the Monopoly and Ca$H.
They rhyme in cryptic code but they should get off the Ha$H.
consequence and reason - in ANY time or season.
should reign supreme, but the verses are treason(can i get a hell yeah?)
if I saw a YOU in that rhyme , then maybe it's a battle
but I priorotize by seeing to my family
squeeze my wife's mammary.
feed thier mouths , begrudgingly hand over the purple/orange notes emblazoned with cattle.
while i let the medical set Claire's teeth they still teethiing on a rattle.
respect.
PS.Mr C still killed it.
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Impressive wordplay , no doubt.
may i please?
@ Posted by: crus-ou - ROTFLMFAO!!!!!
isja!
stethoscope, microscope
what is a science, with no application
we rhymes multisylllabilic words but there's no education ::)
our high-falutin sometimes -just like Lara Croft be
LOST IN RUINS.
but does it feed the twins?
the quadruplets or your kids?
check the jockey - all that remains is skids.
I'm a daddy so yes, I changed a few nappies.
we claim to be philoshophers but we school ourselves on Chappies!
I'm not a God, not a saint - just a plain old sinner (word!)
we just typing up shit so why look for a winner?
We tallk about metaphysics but we doubters like Skinner.
Not Mulder.
We see through our own bulllshit (hopefully) when we're older.
Some say tomato, so respect to the Monopoly and Ca$H.
They rhyme in cryptic code but they should get off the Ha$H.
consequence and reason - in ANY time or season.
should reign supreme, but the verses are treason(can i get a hell yeah?)
if I saw a YOU in that rhyme , then maybe it's a battle
but I priorotize by seeing to my family
squeeze my wife's mammary.
feed thier mouths , begrudgingly hand over the purple/orange notes emblazoned with cattle.
while i let the medical set Claire's teeth they still teethiing on a rattle.
respect.
PS.Mr C still killed it.
my apologies for late reply, almost got jacked over the weekend been tryna survive through this crime rate.
now back to this pillowbiter fool, greatest dick rider on the planet. i am the illest on the site, so what?
it takes years of practise .not many can rock with me. it sounds like knowledge i inherited from chappies thats because you looking for a chink in the armor. first of all i dont rely on rap to quiet my stomach grumblings, its leisure the lyrics are for your pleasure, secondly theres nothing mechanical about the rhyme, reason it sounds complex & encrypted is because you reading it like its a damn book, it takes an open mind to understand.
i gave you my poetry, if its violence i speak then its violence i felt at the time i picked up the pen, i rather share with you what i felt at time of the invention than to rock the crowd. its me wrapped up in clusters of robust knowledge. take a closer at the bars and come back at me, infact go kill yourself you a bloody common hater.
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ROTFLMAO!!!!!
Impressive wordplay , no doubt.
UMM I COMPLEMENTED YOU, for someone with such an impressive vocabulary , your inability to read strikes me as strange.
almost got jacked over the weekend been tryna survive through this crime rate.
sorry to hear about your ordeal is everything okay?
ps -what is a "pillowbiter fool" ;D
ps -daa issie van kwaad raakens nie!
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your toof r yellow ;D
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ha ha ;)
cheers.
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When the smell of blood clouds the atmosphere/ u better beware/
Of this mc with a black glove and fist in the air/
I came prepared/ killin at will, I really don’t care/
Cause even if you get to heaven you’ll still be using a wheelchair/
My bullets whisper, screw silencers on the nozzle/
Shoot you in the leg till you loose balance and slowly topple/
My wrath is awful/but I manage to keep it lawful/
What I’m kicking is not a script cause I write lyrical novels/
Disposing bodies in ditches/ with venomous lyrics/ that poison the spirit/
Till your bodies’ addicted and twitches/ but I’m broke like nobody’s business/
Kid it’s even got me exceeding the speed limit on the road to riches/
The rap misfit/ the wack are just virtual glitches/
On the mic device I hand out beatings like free tickets/
Expose those who gossip like females and snitches/
Prevail in ciphers cause I’m tighter than jean stitches/
Now 1 question, do wana battle with this?/
Then call me a genie cause I’ll grant ur death wishes/
Fighting ur mind state till my thoughts reign emperial/
I’m armed with a pen facing this peace of white material
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how now brown cow...ratatatttttat!
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i got a gang o instrumentals so "salute" n "shake"
what u know about the kid, he a pro wit base
its that white house rap, im rza, "bakin cakes"
i take it back to when niggas bumpin Ace of Base
n niggas mad cos im bout to f***in take they place
im like Dre but not a doctor man i hate to wait...
no patience! i grab mics n demand ovations
this is Easy, i cud say its F- Easy
n by F i mean f***in, all u niggas cant see me
im too breezy, i flow on tracks
while u light weight niggas only float on wax
plus the flows Sliqour(slicker) like Phife dawg, i ventilate
nigga go figure, im a new breed o rapper,thats why old rappers hate
im a battlekat but i aint down wit capital O's
im more into gettin capital zero's after the 1
grossin 5 tryin to gross 6,im talkin millions bitch!
n of course u aint feelin this,
im too fast for u to reach me with ya finga tips!
ya minds is immature, u bow wow, im Jay!
so play ya part lil nigga, n bow down, OKAY! ;)
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PERVETED MONK...Yo's is real ill
BIG UPS!!!!
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how now brown cow...ratatatttttat!
gangstaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
u bow wow, im Jay!
so play ya part lil nigga, n bow down, OKAY
kwaai!
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the type ta...
think quick in words shoot them off like a sniper.
the type ta...
put a truck hooter on a mini
& invite seven obese girls in the back set of it wearing nothin but bikinis
the type to get hyper, stick an exposed hand into a mole's hole lookin for vipers
while the other tries to figure out which obese girl is riper
flippin lines at them that they look like little heuy without a diaper
thet slapped me with a windscreen viper.
the type ta...
crouch down,stick my camera between the legs point it up in the middle of the cipher.
whether they're back packers or rapping bout twentyfive to lifers.
or rapping about experiences where you need to pay the piper
type to.....
find george bush's address write a long address about mr bin laden
tell him leave the brother alone in the location where he been hiding.
because he spent so much on weapons he should be asked if he's riding.
he would probably write back = ask me why my rhymes went from TA to ER to ING.
its probably cause i was tatooing skywalkers name on queen amidalas bum cheek in tatooeen
after shooting in the bellyring.
and attempting to hold my pen simultaneuously so i could master multitasking
similar to my attempt at the start of the rhyme when i was busy driving.
these practices in brinkmanship and rhyme restraining
is sometimes draining
like asking a sadistic dentist why there aint no novacaine in
the preperation so my grip on the chair is maintaing a hold unwilling
to release my Canon's grip incase there's an altercation
that leaves no one lese for blaming
if a rapper kicks my telefocus , there's no more clever framing.
just a call to the insurers who sink to derogative naming
and frustrate you so badly you get my money when the claims in.
spend a few in the sinbin.
or just been laiden, its awolf covered in sheepskin
type to echo on and on like an empty tin.
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Oh u heard i write words in da aggro text/
Like i took a page out da book of Falko-X/
Yo what else & who's next?Whateva infects/
I'll make sure that i can withstand so nuthing affects/
No matter how hard shit gets i'm willing to bet/
U'll be left in suspense fromm all da thrilling i did/
Everyday sees a new obstacle in my way/
& i might not get over but i'm under okay/
Got a hunger to obey forgive me if i don't stay/
Man i'm so self obsessed there's just me & no A/
Hey i'm far from a nice guy I in my mother tongue u'd
say i'm "deurie naai"/
Why u'd severely fry in da heat of it/
It was more than just a moment to be sure i'm repeating it/
Whateva speed be sure i'll be exceeding it/
I broke da sound barrier for deaf people needing it/
Already done long term but now i'm on immediate/
I want my money right now nigga i'm serious/
I always been mad but u don't wanna see me furious/
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just a poet ..not a cyber rapper
or gun clapper , shut a trap a
snare or dapper chapper
seen the good and the band thru multiples gla** surfaces.
seen to the deepness of space & they ask me where mr worf is?
seen chicks who seen more penis than YKK.
seen the cleanest , bank employees turn to selling hay.
seen wives who wanna take vistitation rights away.
seen a suicidal father bring himself back form decay.
i've seen him cry when he had to sell the benz
i've seen him hand over the keys at the same time i saw false friends.
ive seen a baby the moment it leaves its mothers womb
i named it claire,and i hope that i die before i've seen her tomb.
i seen lonely nights with nothing but johnny black for conversation.
seen girls who love me leave me
,and f*** him the same day - deceived me.where the booze be?
i've seen diseases tha kill in stealth.
seen a human being grudgingly say goodbye to their health.
i've seen a taxi-war gunfight
mc's who rhyme tight
genetically engineered vegetables cursed with a blight
seen micheal jackson turn white
seen my mother break the houses windows straight out of spite.
seen the smile on her face when i built her that kite.
when we took the training wheels off her bike , she tried with her might.
blowbacks in byus backs.
junkies lick cocaine from cracks.
multi scripted lines of computer hacks.
the voting majority living in shacks.
and vote for a madman who rinses AIDS off with ajax.
seen police files make tracks.
seen teenage experimentation thru a pair of slacks.
seen disciplinary hearings cause the white man said i had my radio too loud.
seen james brown on tv sing "i'm black & i'm proud".
sometimes i wish i couldnt see ,
sometimes i wish i wasnt me.
would i be better off if i had no eyes.
so i set the aperture - i see the truth & the lies.
respect.
Mad respect du'
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Hi everyone, have a great day
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??? Huh? Damn newbies... Brick How come 1 post get u one star now? I had t hav ten posts before i ws guppie n got a star.
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Verse for verse i'm exherting certain capitols wit uni-minds/
U cudn't laff along if u had Kurt Schoonraad's eyes/
It's no joke/
Fiya serves to blow smoke/
Signals saying no hope/
There's slack but there's no scope/
Kids as yuong as 11's outgrowing grown folk/
I'm Ben Kenobi china white da 4th power every hour grip tight
hold me at centerfuge/
I lose idyllic flows my scent steels metalic nose i'm over da moon/
Druken sober monsoon monstosity looms/
Wit freaks creeps geeks & goons/
Havin a conversation about a common abomination/
In various tones without breaking their concentration/
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Oh my word da whole worx goes bezerk/
There's only hard rock hard knock blows reserved/
See me dig into da ground to expose da turf/
I know dirt like Gargamel knows a smurf/
Again comprehend my intense/
Be convinced you held a skunk when u smelt da stench/
Nah it's neva broke when it's on da mend/
I had an immortal technique way back then/
When rapping 1st happened i embraced da scent/
Plus i know it takes time before i'll face my end/
Need i recogmend?Here goes again & again/
Signed & sealed but da letter has neva been sent/
I can't stop even if i wanted to by now/
Supposed to be high goodbye homie i'm fly now/
U rewind da track hoping that u wud spy how/
By da looks o' things man i'm always inside out/
Put your lights out wit clubs & spikes out/
I come right out & say it "turn da mutha f***in mics loud"//
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Hey! Here i go,im about to give it to you raw,get the crowd moving like Alliah,back and forth,set it off, like its the first of the month and i'll keep shining,burning like "That heat is on",mr regulator, i keep my mind on the paper chase,then watch for jakes when i roll her in a perfect shape,and thats my mind state,revitalised,armed and ready,kid you want it? I make moves!! Now heads know why they feeling this man,im back in effect,im real phat,an all rounder in fact,yo homie ask lex, i kick flows that f*** with the Japs,and while they lost in translation,i'll bring em the next,but for now i'll strike a pose for them kids on the streets,and thats the reason why it, the reason im here,its my duty im a**igned to take all in here,on a jurney to the next frontier...
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Hey! Here i go,im about to give it to you raw,get the crowd moving like Alliah,back and forth,set it off, like its the first of the month and i'll keep shining,burning like "That heat is on",mr regulator, Hey! Here i go,im about to give it to you raw,get the crowd moving like Alliah,back and forth,set it off, like its the first of the month and i'll keep shining,burning like "That heat is on",mr regulator, i keep my mind on the paper chase,then watch for jakes when i roll her in a perfect shape,and thats my mind state,revitalised,armed and ready,kid you want it? I make moves!! Now heads know why they feeling this man,im back in effect,im real phat,an all rounder in fact,yo homie ask lex, i kick flows that f*** with the Japs,and while they lost in translation,i'll bring em the next,but for now i'll strike a pose for them kids on the streets,and thats the reason why it, the reason im here,its my duty im a**igned to take all in here,on a jurney to the next frontier...
and thats my mind state,revitalised,armed and ready,kid you want it? I make moves!! Now heads know why they feeling this man,im back in effect,im real phat,an all rounder in fact,yo homie ask lex, i kick flows that f*** with the Japs,and while they lost in translation,i'll bring em the next,but for now i'll strike a pose for them kids on the streets,and thats the reason why it, the reason im here,its my duty im a**igned to take all in here,on a jurney to the next frontier...
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??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???
Greenbat ???
What is it????????????????????????????????????????????????????//
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??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???
Greenbat ???
What is it????????????????????????????????????????????????????//
Yes Greenbat wsup? you dig?hate? wsup? Lemme know homie
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Sick of waiting.....
If Hip hop was a war then the battle's just started,
Heavy artillery's needed and a way to teach the misguided,
" Who's lost their way and still fighting it?
Then grab your army boots, your army tags, them baggy jeans, hit the street in riot,
Cause this here is an art and its marked on battle grounds,
a lotta heads have fallen and spilt blood like hounds,
so when you hate? on your forehead my mark is based,
a red dot,you're the beast we trying to inialate*!!
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Lyin to yo boss about yo health be the last time u dropped a sick line
For the nicest rhymin style biters always pick mine
Dumpin that cute teenage super model wasnt the last time i dropped a Hot 16
see fellas if mic cud talk they'd tell y'all to stop shittin
lotta heads fallen..??how can u say that Bra
coz helpin yo local tavern expand was the last time u raised the bar
wat u know about this boy.thats ufckin taxi-mens' hoes
Kid Bash cumin up with a nu style while u bitin other mens' flows
........
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good people.. let me not waist time...coz when i rap its like....
emotions put down on a page
unleash da.. Beast from da cage
recitin ether on stage
excitin fiends/ shorties bumpin cleavage in praise
bump! bump! bump! like B2K in a rage
its like a battle for da middle earth
this lord is killin first
Ravage&Beat u mc's gon need a singin berth
ravage & beat u mc's gon need a frickin hearse!
who flippin first afta? u get rehearsed laughter
u know! like reverse in ur car at least ur second pa**in
now "rehearsed" like DeJaVu. at least ur second pa**in
dust to dust sonni, so ur a** is ashes
coz what i mean by pa**in! u off the earth, vanished!
Koli on da mic and he still magic
slowly gettin ripe its gon be tragic
for mc's gettin hype i mite get drastic
but get the Hype Mag shii - its my pa**age
and its ur casket/ 'ey got u ga**ed kid?
coz ur reviews are be ton none's in terms o' talent
my views is like Don Juan's in terms o' balance...
and so on and stuff like that!! haha
i aint done this in a while.. sup niggaz?
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with punchlines im like a student wit a private tutor,im in a cla** of my own
battlin me is like bein attacked by an Anaconda,i will crush all ya bones
got u gay cats shook/ coz im bringin straight facts
wear yo grey pants fools/ i will teach u how to make raps
battle me?forget it dawg,coz like pilots and taxi drivers we ain't onda same ranks
& ufck cyphers now i dont play that
im mo into battle of the sexes & yo chick be the playground
i be movin all the ma**es they shud call me the greyhound
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lotta heads fallen..??how can u say that Bra
coz helpin yo local tavern expand was the last time u raised the bar
wat u know about this boy.thats ufckin taxi-mens' hoes
Kid Bash cumin up with a nu style while u bitin other mens' flows
Wow...
1st off, I dnt even know who bashin is,
wether bashin got pa**ion or a fettish like that of Michael Jackson's,
I didn't even mention son,but i guess he took it personal,
read the first line,like a girl,he got emotional,
and this...?
If Hip hop was a war then the battle's just started,
Heavy artillery's needed and a way to teach the misguided,
" Who's lost their way and still fighting it?
Then grab your army boots, your army tags, them baggy jeans, hit the street in riot,
Cause this here is an art and its marked on battle grounds,
a lotta heads have fallen and spilt blood like hounds,
so when you hate? on your forehead my mark is based,
a red dot,you're the beast we trying to inialate*!!
...a little something from the White Label compilation disc,
left it behind for all who quote but critisize in silence(tisk,tisk),
So bashin,Mr "Im a super M.C",
show me credentials,then we can do battle where them real heads meet!! ;)
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Admit it dawg yo style is mo played-out than cricket
Revealin yo HIV status in a cypher is the only way u be the sickest
wanna know who got the illest Xhosa metaphores then ask TruSenz
see how the Kid Bash is exposin yo true sex
dude I made a bitch out of u like an escort agent
to em broke innocent girls desperately lookin for employment
dawg..its only cyber space..aint no need to be mad
not that I care bout yo hairstyles but u need to relax
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Thru da deep & very dark confines of my mind/
Let's take a trip that could last a lifetime/
I grab da mic line rhyme & set it off/
By da time she aware she there she get it off/
Sing scream cause a scene by any means/
In these days & times see me murder as many teens/
Sacrificial lambs landing upon da land/
Da only thing u standing ova is failing to undastand/
Oh yeah i got flare wit a bodyrock twist in it/
Your soft inner-core's made of very fine filaments/
That runs down your spine to your thighs & ligaments/
All da rage is in a Cage like Nicholas/
Pretending to be free & you can not spot da difference//
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attackin, rappin n wrappin national a**ets n blastin federal bastards. exceptional ma**es acceptin dese raps and rippin it like a fat chic wit th chicken licken rippin it n splittin bitches hittin clitorises bn in ma busnes handlin shit handlin killings
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... Smackin th critics, bashin i kill you bitches. not much of an mc bt anyway
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... Smackin th critics, bashin i kill you bitches. not much of an mc bt anyway
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I lay down my flow like Chuck lays down the Law,
u cyber pussys are softpron me im Hardcore,
Delivering immense anger, with gorilla style tactics,
I leave ur head messed up like Jean-Claud back kicks,
Immortal Men is da Future... Ruthless the Truth,
Irvings the General... the world is our booth,
My tongue my only weapon... our army the youth...
8) 8) 8)
Thats some exclusive insight from The Prince of the New South.
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Got any tracks?
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Got any tracks?
ME? Nah, havent got to the point where ive actually recorded stuff... but im planning to have my own mixtape ready b4 end of year...
THE IMMORTAL MEN IS COMING!!!!!!
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I'm a freak i creep in a dungeon keep/
Man i didn't wanna speak untill they pumped a beat/
I'm toboganing downwind from Dawson's Creek/
To see what Katie Holmes went & did to James van der Beek/
Made him lose all control ova his hands & feet/
Wit time ticking by he could no longer sleep/
Da enemy was too strong to allow defeat/
Kid i'm no longer smoking it i'm injecting weed/
Disecting is nine-tenths of all slaughtered meat/
Saw a star & half moon ova da nearest peak/
See he was knee deep in appearing to seek/
Seek not some o' dem were fearing our breed/
Little ho go Bo Peep & sold her sheep/
All i know is no surrender & no retreat/
Being a flow-er you gotta know is no picnic/
Note da slick if no head could grow too big/
I'm either too quick or too sick take your pick/
You's a toothpick why would i wanna break a twig?/
This is GreenBat a.k.a Shape da Street/
And it's bound to show me love more than it hates me kid//
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Its open mic nite and erebody invited,
Ruthless the main attraction so all the chicks be delighted,
I hold down the fort for all the internet busters,
but still keeping it real for all those corner dealing huslters,
Neva sold no coke but i got that dope boy flow,
the underground went nuts when they heard Irving gone blow,
an AG exclusive for yall that dont know,
keep metaphors on a downlow I do this for the show,
Yall closet creeping bastards,
got yall dicks tied backwards,
Im the future of the south u just hating a** faggots,
Its that crack?
Nah pussy u that wack,
boy just admit... u cant rap,
leave it to the pros,
and stop sniffing omo up ur nose.........
IMMORTAL MEN IS COMING
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I hustle wit da muscle of Hulk go check my bulk/
Get hit wit a deadly jolt & sommersault/
I been buzy I been spinning niggaz dizzy/
Wit a name that's synonymous wit being more than grizzly/
I was raised on all Grey's Anatomy blades/
To pump designer plagues into da veins of snakes/
I switch & exchange remains wit apes/
I come up wit da weirdest & strangest shapes/
See me i'm a little bit short o' stash/
So i want what your son & daughter has/
Smoke a half a pound of hash then i pour on a mask/
And walk into a store wit an order for cash/
I'm a Ghetto Born Bastard hazards i've mastered/
Only reason that i let you across is to get blasted/
Close your casket get in that basket/
I bet it's no picnic getting that a** whipped/
I swore to da Raw that i'll neva drink asprin/
My threshold for pain is slalom ski-ing down Aspen/
Smooth neva rasping groupies be gasping/
You'll neva find a has-been smelling like Jasmine//
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i open mics like the first man he slept with
you couldn't touch me if your imaginary hands were prosthetic
you walkin with a giant like man in prehistory
listen duck face under pressure i force gravity
y'all condoleeza white rice, let's play catch up (ketchup)
step up i'll F... one (F1) like windows boot setup
your criminal record's produced by timbo - misdemeanours
you get punched in a cell like nokia calculators
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I moonwalk back & forth i'm back for da fourth/
Time nominated a reformed Oliver North/
To make more haste less waste on straights that
doesn't swerve doesn't merge & murders more than
dozen smurfs/
Each & every verse prefers drama as well hit wonders
went off one under da belt/
Puts my real age closer to a hundred & twelve/
That's how i come to expect no real comfort in hell/
Some'll rebel but some of us'll want to excel/
So lyrically my size ties wit double XL/
Now how da f*** can i not be inlove wit myself?/
Man listen da distance is in direct proportion/
Da opposite o' clarity you'll find is distortion/
Up yours you a**holes is far from important/
I got a reckless death wish departed from caution/
I got marked for abortion but escaoed da womb/
So today i tear da roof off when i shake da room//
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Verbal versatility...fundamentals every delivery...
herbal artillery...expands the mentals density...
global verbal art deployment beyond the grasp of your tongue's movement...
its heavy knowledge omnipotent beyond the grasp of high logistic investment...
its explicit content...sentimental vowel & consonant lament...
why the f*** should i repent..
im a fallen demon stuck in a body as punishment...
so preposterous...when I lyrically cook...
my forefather must have read a forbidden book...
me & him had this common boisterous look...
but your poems are experiencing a rampant inflation...
flapping your jaws but still deprived logical comprehension...
go back to using clay figures as a means of expression...
you sperm cell-ovum evolved entity...
treating rap as a license to ramble on wordily...
your system-embracing circuit is destructive...
bit-by-bit self-annihilative...
but you dealing with poetry irreversibly repulsive...
non-identically repetitive...
If i die...f*** my body...cut my tongue & put it in the hearse...
writing method is a network of loose talk tightening to verse...
meaning when I freestyle...like crushed mealies I ace...
entering a mode where I verbalize anything with grace...
the pa**ion salivating all over your face...what...
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Can we PLEASE ban holding a dictionary over your computer and shaking it really hard until a whole lot of words splurge out onto the page?
treating rap as a license to ramble on wordily...
You're not kidding.
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look man, im aways willing to accept constructive criticism & ways of improving lyrically or vocabulary
which brings me to the question, are you speaking in general , just this particular written or a specific sentence maybe? ^^
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It's official my flow so sick it's got a fever/
It's days months & years later & still just as eager/
Da hottest thing next to da sun is me right now/
But i'm still on da block you like what da f*** how?/
Is he crazy?How can he be more ghost than Swayze?/
He don't even network/
He don't even estimate da sum of his net worth/
He don't give a f*** if he's in stores or on da net first/
Wit every copy you purch da copyrighting gets worse/
Bootleggers see a pool & just jump in head first/
My words inflate inside their skull 'till their heads bursts/
Only once I neva say what I mean twice/
My DNA structure could instigate a gene splice/
& wit a mind so ablaze I need an ice age to cool it off/
Got sixty-three minute tasks wit thirty left to pull it off//
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It's official my flow so sick it's got a fever/
It's days months & years later & still just as eager/
Da hottest thing next to da sun is me right now/
But i'm still on da block you like what da f*** how?/
Is he crazy?How can he be more ghost than Swayze?/
He don't even network/
He don't even estimate da sum of his net worth/
He don't give a f*** if he's in stores or on da net first/
Wit every copy you purch da copyrighting gets worse/
Bootleggers see a pool & just jump in head first/
My words inflate inside their skull 'till their heads bursts/
Only once I neva say what I mean twice/
My DNA structure could instigate a gene splice/
& wit a mind so ablaze I need an ice age to cool it off/
Got sixty-three minute tasks wit thirty left to pull it off//
THis was nice. Those little two-bar things you post are a bit crap, but this reminded me a little bit of Papoose. A little bit. Just.
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Yeah i feel you man them two line rhymes were starting to get on my nerves fo real thaz why i stepped back to my original format.Got a couple tracks i'm looking to upload on this mutha soon K.
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God forgive me i know that it's risky/
Instead of a boomerang i'm throwing a frisbee/
Jealous ones envy they so wanna diss me/
I'm so hard to hit so you don't wanna miss me/
When i apply da heat you get fried 'till you crispy/
I mosey on along i don't cry if it's just me/
Spitting these lines in the presence of cops/
They were looking but i'm not getting put in no box/
Filled wit bo-tox i blow rocks i'm still hitting mo' blocks/
I did what i did because they weren't giving no jobs/
To peops or creeps da likes of me/
So i got myself a crime spree right to be/
All that i can but then again all that i am/
Is water being stored in a u-haul van//
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@ rob_one 'bout da papoose comment,is that good or bad?Just wonderin lemme know.
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@ rob_one 'bout da papoose comment,is that good or bad?Just wonderin lemme know.
Hehe. Go listen to Papoose. If you like him then it's good. If not, it's bad. ;D
I'm not a big Papoose fan (hate his voice) but dude has some lyrics on him. So good from my end, I guess.
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Cool money thanx 4 clearing dat up Yo as for Papoose he ayite but i'd rather bang Big L or Lord Finesse since thaz where he got his flow from anyway.Good looking!
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I drop a rhyme like a seed to the soil
So you better gap your brains before I hit you with the storm
I’m heart core, I don't fake, ya’all soft
You can never match ma game even if you swallow erect cocks
Cos you seek props that’s why you write diplomacy
Bee drops jewels, you mad cos it's broke English
Just relax…. and focus on my delivery
Cos I can be the first Zulu to send you up to Calvary
Yeah that’s ma story B
Hip Hop got a hold on me
Sometimes I feel the strain, baggy jeans so you think I’m a clown
But it’s all right, I’ll pay the price, and urban culture will survive
You can be hypocrite and live your life in lies
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HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
*cracking noise as he straightens his neck*
Heh heh......just been to the "demcrackboys" website....................................heh he hehhhe eh tee heee hee.......whooooo!.......Cash man, yo'all is Christmas trees, Clowns!
Anyhow, Maybe I could join this again....
word Rob.............anyway......
I zone on a throne of stone and pelican bones
Listen to the wind whisper war in delicate tones
These celibate clones, f***ing with me is beyond impossible
Obstacles, create diminsional barriers to opticals
Topicals, influenced by devilish meditations
Agreed to go to hell just to finish my education
Now Im Nitrogen, and I exist within a nexus
Thoughts so high they making Atmospheric exits
Cant stand the schematics, get slammed in spadex
Adressed as faggots, ejecting concepts from the attic
f*** the A-list, I kick bitch niggaz to the bottom
Nitro not to be f***ed with like holes through a condom
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I vibrate like da enhanced controls of an X-box/
Wit garbage getting swept between da legs of Redd Fox/
Heads up guess what's about to take place/
I can't keep a straight face unless i contain space/
Who guards da main gates & monitors brain waves?/
Made it rain for days there where Solomon stays/
I solemnly swear to prepare a commoner's grave/
See my style retraced amazing grace i refined my preferred
taste for vertebraes/
Wit traits of a trade named murder case/
My skin was furr based when we first embraced/
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it feels so good seeing so much talent, speech compressor professors wholly ::) what..
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Cats call me boom bap the way that i rap/
Is full body contact armour in combat/
This ain't a crux it's bra** knucks you f***s/
Getting eyed by a cyclops but i'm seeing through/
Da reason da sky's that way cos i beat it blue/
Cos i beat it up's da reason it's high too/
Lemme remind you of who i'm not/
I'm not someone you should trust if you knew what i got/
This is madness this is anti-depression tablets/
Bring your adlibs i add Adam apples/
Da aftermath comes beforehand & it baffles/
Myspace bulletins has had a lapdance blogging in advance/
Made key boards clap hands & scream encore/
My readers want more & i got it in store/
I got it in form & that's why i got it by law//
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Thoughts of hopscotch brought down a notch/
Lyrical to da background sound of clocks/
Mechanized melee signal is mayday/
My digital is grey in da gravest way/
Okay becmae a sunray i'll stay per say/
Ay yo who else excells in sites & smells/
Hits da retina reflects da light repels/
Going due South a** going close to mouth/
Getting locked in da sleeper hold chokes you out/
Niggaz laugh but htey don't know what da jokes about/
Da entertainment values about a pound an ounce/
What does it mean for a king to renounce his crown?/
& then devote all his time to ground he found/
A mangy mutt a sick dog that's what's up/
You struck dirt & deep mud to stay that stuck/
I stayed celibate cos i neva gave a f***/
I celebrate when cellophane wraps that up/
I cavort wit gun claps different factions duck/
& that's more or less but it's neva enough/
Nah forget soft i'm foreva this rough/
Son like OJay my love wears a terrible glove/
So i pick da kinda flick wit celebrity snuff// :-*
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My Star War Darth Maul's in charge of all/
Controls da Darkside & brought about martial law/
I a**imulate wit Borgs so my parts are raw/
It wasn't hard to ignore all of da sparks i saw/
While i ripped out their brains,lungs,hearts & more/
I keep da rest o' their flesh in a martians jaw/
Wit their spirits still banging on a martians door/
My little Skywalk weapon vapourized their core/
Returns da Jedi wheneva i can minds explore/
Into da captain o' da Enterprise da science of warps/
Juggernauts da arrival of Andromedas Lords/
Mega force my heading is on every course/
I converse using clicks,chit chatters & squawks/
I was forged into Flash Gord' battling hawks/
Rely on Deep Space 9 station's life supports//
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Yeah i started rhyming at a tender age/
But i swear i'ma do it 'till da end of days/
When i first heard da worst R.A.W boys/
I knew i cudn't make a choice/
There's no escaping da noize/
& even back then when Clown-D was considered
a Gem/
I was considerate then not to go spit it at them/
Cos i knew i was slicker & way iller than them/
Man i wore my Adidas like Run-DMC/
I'm an emcee & you can slap a coma on me/
A hip hop junkie for me that's an honour to be/
I'm in da Black House da timeline is '94/
Da paramor's but a detour on finding me raw/
I'm finally more than da lines you spying me for/
As they dislike my history for writing a score/
Stop da beat & then drop da mic on da floor/
I ignored all da hype lights & camera acts/
Your stamina backs all 'o that amateur raps/
Perhaps when da Wu-Tang Clan relapsed/
They ask why am i so wild why don't i relax?/
On or off air i wear da lively hats/
He excites on da outside inside he naps//
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Hey some dope and some..... NOPE!!
Was hoping to read some deep shit , the kind of material that has the ability to make me travel through the cyber world, but instead I got a whole LADdA bedroom Mc's ( some with mad potential dough ) tryina be cool????
Please man, this aint your momma's house!
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lol. easi der tiger. if i remember properly abominable snowman and munetsi ruled page 1 n 2 with sum sick sick shit. n suma green bats stuf is i8
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" some dope" I recall saying dat , yup!
Just tooooo much of " Im so ill, Im sooo sick" Then die!!
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suma green bats stuf is i8
@ J-oNE.. Sum?.....what does that say bout most....hmmm...
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STOP!I don't give a f*** no more/
I'll be coming for your you beta go lock your door/
My insight's inflight i'm able to think light/
No wind underneath cos ya'll ain't da wing type/
Can't bust a rhyme & you can't even sing right/
Cos like periods it's red neva GREEN light/
I killed my mini me so i'm mean when i'm in sight/
I corporal punish ya'll all dummies fall/
Total shut down as every fibre rots/
& kills da inhuman side inside of these cyber cops/
I rhyme on time locks wit lines on bi-ops/
Go check my new shit feel da accoustics/
At 60 bucks a pop it's like copping a huge fix/
For da ladies it'll be like sucking a huge dick/
My too sick music is usually too big/
For me to whip it out in full view of these new kids/
But if you ask me nice i might show you my new tricks/
My loot pack loot picks you beta salute bitch/
Beta come wit a foot that a Warmate boot fits/ ;)
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:-\ and den?
Jay's requesting for a real thug under carpet Mcee, PLEASE!!
On dat Immortal type shit......... :'(
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:-\ and den?
Jay's requesting for a real thug under carpet Mcee, PLEASE!!
On dat Immortal type shit......... :'(
Nah Jay-lee, lets give him anotha chance….Go ahead GreenBat…will ignore that one..
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Ya only as good as ya last gig, take it niggaz a NO SHOW! :o
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Da day that you arrive at my level of text/
Believe me i'm gone only to reside at da next/
I put in hard work but lyrically i'm unprefered/
What's in a word cos physically i'm undetered/
I go da distance flow wit da potentness rhythms/
Those who know that i'm constant'll show intermittance/
I'm unparallelled while you dwell in lower divisions/
I emcee wit thee alumni high on a Jamaica joint/
Sorry if i burst bubbles i was try'na make a point/
Spitting frostbit shit that impales your heart/
My closest neighbours is baby seals whales penguins & sharks//
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Da day that you arrive at my level of text/
Believe me i'm gone only to reside at da next/
I put in hard work but lyrically i'm unprefered/
What's in a word cos physically i'm undetered/
I go da distance flow wit da potentness rhythms/
Those who know that i'm constant'll show intermittance/
I'm unparallelled while you dwell in lower divisions/
I emcee wit thee alumni high on a Jamaica joint/
Sorry if i burst bubbles i was try'na make a point/
Spitting frostbit shit that impales your heart/
My closest neighbours is baby seals whales penguins & sharks//
Hmmm….i don know hey.. :-\
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Its tragic street epedemic dammit/
Infects the streets injects a rare disease/
Astonishing leaving plently fatalities/
Medical experts couldnt detect it/
Nor could biblyrical prophesies/
Nastradamus was stunned twisted in agony/
Lightbulbs started TIKing households went dark/
Underground dark horses dropped corpses/
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Jay. i made dis for entertainments sake. sori if u disappointed at the results. greenbat... fuk it lets turn it up a notch so u can make up a bit. i think we shud give u a topic coz yo ish too... abstract if dats th ryt word. sum1 gota topic fa greenbat?
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Maybe he can write about rapping coherently?
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Yeah, lol thats perfect :D. well there you have green bat, get at it
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Jay. i made dis for entertainments sake. sori if u disappointed at the results. greenbat... fuk it lets turn it up a notch so u can make up a bit. i think we shud give u a topic coz yo ish too... abstract if dats th ryt word. sum1 gota topic fa greenbat?
i've been trying to hint tha same thing...but GreenBat never cought on.......so GreenBat..there you go..
Maybe he can write about rapping coherently?
i agree...
Yeah, lol thats perfect :D. well there you have green bat, get at it
now lets hear it..
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Yo , @ J , sowi if I came across as demanding ( my bad ) , but theres way toooo much pressure on one Mcee now, pa** the mic.
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Line for line i'ma dip my rhymes in iodine/
To show u da effects in equation like Einstein/
Da fuse is lit oh shit i'm writing a letter bomb/
Encrypted enscriptions go decipha da Necronom/
Da set i'm on's being despised like Megatron/
That's not cool i cudn't stomach being aloof/
Watch me spill my intestines as absolute proof/
I travelled light years to crash into da back o' your roof/
Sonic Boom! felt like you got slapped wit a moose/
By da genital general weapons ma** bio-chemical/
Da bi-sentinial man wit unequaled skill/
Wit plans to go so deep i'll sleep wit a drill/
In da depths of a hole 6 feet from a hill/
I do my Evil Kenevil stunts easier still/
Than going out on a limb that has no reason to chill/
Becos my harppon's a I R Babboon cartoon/
I haunt halls cos I R from room to room//
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Umm^^^^^^. *sighs* umm... ya. hai u know what, i think i agree wit jay. The mic needs to be pa**ed. next. abominable snowman y don u hit us up with some. oh wait Inca and Jay any of u mc?
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Umm^^^^^^. *sighs* umm... ya. hai u know what, i think i agree wit jay. The mic needs to be pa**ed. next. abominable snowman y don u hit us up with some. oh wait Inca and Jay any of u mc?
yea....thanx for your devotion GreenBat...you mananged to keep us amused...how ever...to tha question that do i mc?.......
nah..Me?/i dont Mc/ i Puncture, peers thru and paralise tha mic/
tell the nex cat:the mic is slowing you down, so take a hike/
submerge to subnornal altitudes/
in subzero temperatures subside while ma lyricism
equivalates the lati- and longitudes /
you not ready to hear myne/
with GreenBat outta tha picture,
abominable snowman stand up you next in line/ .....
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my verbs make love to the mic datz hw I'm killin diz dyks
my pen murder wen it stryk and put and end to ur lyf
reunite u wit christ
snatch ur brain out and leave u without a clue
I rowl wit crew of battlecatz and beatmaker
them type niggaz dat murder whack rappers and kill e'm again in a sayons
my syllabols lyrical miningful god damn original hot and official bad boy
I play wit ur thoughtz lyk it was a toy
I manace my voice and kill wen I spit
I'm deep lyk a sea and gifted verbally
my mataphors count up to the feet of a millipeed
u lozin sanity gradually lozin touch wit reality
greet like ur majesty alwayz puffin greenery
a worker bee
f***in wit fatal verb da Tribal Reject will leave ur family in missery
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I wont box myself as a Mcee, lets just say I write alotta crazy shit. Will throw up a bit later, aight?
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Under pressure?Me?Neva how'd u come to that conclusion?/
See what i do is realer than da Black Conscious Movement/
Since i'm too intricate lemme simplify/
I'm so fly i might even have to pimp da sky/
J-oNE shut da f*** up don't make me mad/
Fuch wit me?U cudn't even rape a fag/
I'ma housebreak online & raid your pad/
Who da f*** told this Fairy she could drop my name?/
I'm top o' da range i hardly need to up my game/
Eveyone's a f***ing critic dude & that's cool all good/
Oh u don't like me?Is it bcos da Bat's all hood?/
You entitled an opinion & having your say/
After this breakdown a tow truck should drag you away/
In my eyes ya'll ain't shit why should i silence you?/
I'm a warlord i live da way that tyrants do/
& from day 1 i've posted more rhymes than you/
Call me da Post Man my stamp's on all my clients too//
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Like Mickey Rourke my Deathproof is Grindhouse made/
My arroused state can get these f***in females raped/
Break in their backdoors by entering their anal gates/
Fatal mistakes like using anti-natal waste/
U wanted cum shots?Then all i got is facial sprays/
I make 'em eat a** & graze on my phelacial space/
I'm a sick f*** supply 'em wit a dick to suck/
I'll pick 'em up from pre-school if they big enuff/
I luv to stick it in their butts while they lick my nuts/
Pissing in cups then forcing 'em to drinks it up/
I make 'em deep throat & vomit 'till they bring shit up//
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I'm next level man i'm so outta your league/
To approach me you need a script & a hype man to speak/
Hard enuff so i can chew on 12 bags of rock/
Double da numba up to more than 24's to pop/
I rise like da sun on a Japanese porch/
At 99 degrees i'm hot enuff to leave Sudan scorched/
Put a torch to your thoughts in da manner of Juggernauts/
I go around da block like i'm taking Jabbawalks/
Da sabators source we are going to wars/
For da 49th time i'm a foritfied force/
Flip your 6 pack 7 up 8's become 9's/
I go to blows on coke cos i'm addicted to punchlines/
On 2 planes like 1 time in cyphas you're weak/
Only shit you said that made sense is you got a leak/
I go deep virtually i dive into my senses/
U got that sinking feeling like da Posoidon Adventures/
Beside my dentures my designing is such/
If i stopped 3 guys you'd have men who pause to watch/
How i rip shit i don't slow dance twirl or dip shit/
I'm a Blitzkrieg fuch your physeeq dawg at this speed/
I can go home eat be back before you miss me//;D
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Under pressure?Me?Neva how'd u come to that conclusion?/
See what i do is realer than da Black Conscious Movement/
Since i'm too intricate lemme simplify/
I'm so fly i might even have to pimp da sky/
J-oNE shut da f*** up don't make me mad/
Fuch wit me?U cudn't even rape a fag/
I'ma housebreak online & raid your pad/
Who da f*** told this Fairy she could drop my name?/
I'm top o' da range i hardly need to up my game/
Eveyone's a f***ing critic dude & that's cool all good/
Oh u don't like me?Is it bcos da Bat's all hood?/
You entitled an opinion & having your say/
After this breakdown a tow truck should drag you away/
In my eyes ya'll ain't shit why should i silence you?/
I'm a warlord i live da way that tyrants do/
& from day 1 i've posted more rhymes than you/
Call me da Post Man my stamp's on all my clients too//
Fcken dope son, lol Fairy!!
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If music be the food of luv
then raps be the way to the c***
get ur vocal cords cut homeboy if u wanna front
I've proven my wit my raps, dat I'm a mountain of a man&u only a pebble
datz why I'm so suprised 2 hear mc's say they wanna battle
spit vernom, spread through ur body like Somalian rebels
diz cat from LES get u burned like candles
smoke as much weed u like u cannever be on my level
with rymes so hot hell is only a sona
I'm so deep dat compared 2 me da black hole is only a donger
look in my eyes&meet ur maker
berform miracles wit da mic niggaz call me da saviour
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* Yawnnnn* :O ---------> To da left <------------------
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Yo fatal verb i know you a newbie & all but learn to spell mutha f***a oh & come up wit some beta punchlines or it's me & you boy.
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That's rich, Greenbat.
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Yo fatal verb i know you a newbie & all but learn to spell mutha f***a oh & come up wit some beta punchlines or it's me & you boy.
@GreenBat...you throw 1 nice verse and then you wanna attack a newbie....how pittyfull...
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Ndim ubomi....Ndim indlela....Ndim inyani/
Drastically proven measures toxicated in lines/
Crptologically sensored words blue printed in braile/
Acid measurement of rhymes confisticated in brains/
Unheard words of a brilliant mind which has ever suvived/
Ukuzalwa kweMbongi etsica iintsikelelo ngomlomo/
Ingqangangqanga yobonakala kuhlatywa phantsi ngedolo/
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o ok greenbat .lol tyt verse. myt b a mistake bt leme reply...+_100 posts n only 1 ws hot, ur 1 stands proudly erect bt stil smal as a china mans cock, n u say i cudn rape a fag i8 dude wateva excites u, fake cannibus bet i also cudn eat a mans a** like u.
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dono y u always postin no1 like u, n yo shit wil neva increase in worth evn if it ws th risin oil price dude, greenbat u need t cme bak t yo senses i no u blind, takin shots u musta lost ya mind,
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n i aint th ave teen so wach hw u talkin fool, coz il hav yo own shadow stalkin u, im 15 u 34 th age dif is 19, bt th onli way u blow is wit afro sheen, nig i am i bn iv dne iv seen, take shots at teens is unforgivable bt im sure u didn mean.
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;D oh jare. here cmes kuk. lol
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One green hit wonder :
LOL, Mcee wit an inflated ego..... nc nc nc nc ....
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hu? ???
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What tha f*** you still rapping for? 4 you to sound like me you need to practice more/
I keep 'em dizzier than booze in a liqour store/got peeps droppin they jaws/ keep 'em wired as if i'm in Baltimore/
Spit it clear but i'm well aware/ Cuz niggas bite lines quicker than Tyson on Holyfield's ear/ ;D
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NYC!
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NYC!
Thank you Lady Jay :-*
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J-oNE best of th new generation, th rest r abusd wit lyrical hex across nations, lyrical messiah bringin salvation, so outsandin i get spotted lyk a dalmation, beat maker? na leme re-up, im th type t clap, break beat ya while i compose dese beat ups,
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n i busta rhyme n break ya neck wit one touch, n lyk a catholic nun i don give a f***
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:-* ryt back @ ya Ma lady!
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n i busta rhyme n break ya neck wit one touch, n lyk a catholic nun i don give a f***
Hmmm, catchy…..i like how you kick Greenbat on tha ribs while he’s down….show no mercy...
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o ok greenbat .lol tyt verse. myt b a mistake bt leme reply...+_100 posts n only 1 ws hot, ur 1 stands proudly erect bt stil smal as a china mans cock, n u say i cudn rape a fag i8 dude wateva excites u, fake cannibus bet i also cudn eat a mans a** like u.
Aint no way that nigga posts +100 disgraceful verses/
Then all of a sudden he ups up a notch?...curses/
Show me where his ghost writer be at/
Amma terrorise him before I take a swing at GreenBat/
I locked Bat in a rectangular metaphorical prism/
Camouflaged as a lyrical prison/
In “Aint non ya’ll better” on his pants he was pissin/
Going up against Inca, what the f*** was he thinkin? /
I don told his buddy, Ruthless: I locked site on you “I wasn’t blinkin”/
Ambushed him with minimal effort and watched his ‘ego boat’ sinkin/
Inca don rattle he injects venom with his fangs then starts hissin/
GreenBat said: “Want da breakdown i'll supply u wit da jist of it/
You's a miss-fit that makes me a Mister-fit/”
What the hells is that shit?/
You must have taken a heroin hit/
Allow me to quote myself…. “who be the headliner?/
the "aint none ya'll better" lead punchliner?/ (...Inca...)
no Intellect calibrates accurate lyrical measurements finer/”
Survival chances? he got none/
Im done with this nigga….he’s all yos J-oNE/
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I don told his buddy, Ruthless: I locked site on you “I wasn’t blinkin”/
Ambushed him with minimal effort and watched his ‘ego boat’ sinkin/
OH NO HE DIDNT
Did u just get a hard one mentioning my name?/
Guess im your idol hanging on that wall of fame/
Well u got that number 1 spot on my wall of shame/
U all washed up like a dirty blood stain/
Ima make u extinct like the Inca people/
Make sure u dont come back so i killed ur sequel/
U cant stand up to me I am not ur equal/
Erase ur existence leave no trace of a prequel/
Smashed u to bits let jay lee pick up the pieces/
I could do it myself but i rather not touch feaces/
Im the truth aka Ruthless The Monster/
U a knockoff aka Inca The Imposter/
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Yo fatal verb i know you a newbie & all but learn to spell mutha f***a oh & come up wit some beta punchlines or it's me & you boy.
thanks for da hint dawg.....I use the library computer at school&there alwayz people lining up to use it so I dont get time to check for spelling mistakes.And u r ryt about da punchlines too.....I need to up my game!!thanx a lot Greenrat...I mean Greanbitch....oh!damn I mean to say GreenBat
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jeah jeah
my rhymes are like eating a prickly pear (no homo)
when i dance i perm my hair with liquidzade and get energy, ke masepa
your sister calls me ma beta/
broken english, kind of da net,boiled eggs and koala sperm
sarcasm is just so hard to replicate on the net..i'm having tone issues..
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Dis th one and only mic session fa th weak n strong, where no rhyme will b said to be right or wrong, recite a song kick a free n instantly watch yo Shit appear on th papers oh definatly, i got dat style dat no1 hav ever heard off, makes u wanna glance at yo shoulder n brush th dirt off, du anythin even rap in vernac, illusional lyrics pull a rabbit out of a hat, so lemme c wat u got, th hardcore, relaxed even th funny lot, sticky rhymers who were born wit they hand in th honey pot, i wanna c wot u can do not wat yo moneys got
watz gud young blood!!My boy Kritik tells me u are Z digi's little bro...is dat true?If so, are u also back in Lesotho?
Z digi is my boy but I just recently found out he is an Mc,he does not know dat I mc either.I'm knee deep in exams but I'l find a way to get to the launch!!!
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Don't get it twisted mutha f***a what i forgot about hip hop u still need to learn bitches please don't hate ain't my fault i'm over all ya'll heads shame jealousy makes ya nasty!
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lmao, OH YES I DID..... NOW WHAT?
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I got a flow from jupiter and a style thats on mars/
While ur rap is still confined to 16 lame bars/
So ahead of my time that im riding spaceship cars/
Hop in jay-lee, have u literally rubbing shoulders with stars/ ;)
Greenbat claims that hes raps is over our head/
Its coz of weak mcs like him that they say hip hop is dead/
well hip hops on life support, shes lying in my bed/
She gave up on all yall, she living thru me instead/ 8)
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fatal verb. check pm. oh yeah du no wer th launch is? and if u cant make it hola at me... or ma brotha prefferably t cop a cd. im nt sure maself hw much it is yet bt im expectin a free one... i hope
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lol, :-)
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jay-lee must be crazy to think she's gonna cramp on/
Her replies is so pussy her logo should be a tampon/
J-oNE since you not a man but a 15 yr. old boy/
I won't be too annoyed i'll just have you destroyed/
A 100+ verses only one o' them is hot?/
Oh i think you might o' forgot i'm da sun up in this spot/
I'm a ray o' light day or night you nowhere to be found/
I don't f*** around wit sound Yo i'm all over da mic stand/
I've been rhyming for 18 yrs. longer than your lifespan/
Green hit one wonders why i needed an alibi/
I solidify you da kind that i nullify/
In a battle of words you would be coming off worse/
I'm staying on point bitches'll be running off first/
Da intercom button is red on what you said/
Anyone who knows da Bat knows i don't get upset/
I get even & that's how you ended up dead/
I'm a severe sort sea-saw wit sick synergies/
A savage spitting synonyms that won't show no sympathies// >:(
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LMCAO!!!
Comin on strong there gbat....
Pitty ya keep bumpin into a wall with ya wack rhymes. lol!! Better Mcee , plizzz
NEXT--------->
Jay-Lee: step away from the mic greenbat
Greenbat : But that was my best line
Jay-Lee : Get ya a** the hell home------->
Greenbat : * life aint fair *
Jay-Lee : No, not to yo it seems * while laughing *
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This is gettin fun. This green bat don c i killd him, outa 1lady 1man 1teen u attackd th woman n children, we tried t view ya case like magistrates, told u t ryme strait bt cudn gues u lyricli gay, al u eva do is post fuk go get laid js get a livin g...
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but know im keepin it locked like the preservation of yo virginity................ hmmm, damn dat was luke-warm
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your shit is so wack even if you had to walk backwards you still couldnt make fcken come back.
Silly "Mcee" messing with a Lady
I dont need to flow corz I got MrC.
Being a rapper aint my job, getting your wack rhymes off this wall aint even a prob.
I gave it time , I even gave it some thought * Greenbat will always equal to 0*
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Your little offerings don't impress me much/
Da only thing u'll get from Mr.C is probably f***ed/
You's a slut so it's true you took it in da butt/
Cos bitches like u's only good for giving niggaz a nut/
Be a long time before u'll be as nice as me/
I am paid for but your shit get priced as free/
True i forward think but i stay a** backwards/
Spit words where da forward spelling's da same
as backwards/
Your jealousy is nasty & you un-attractive/
I can neve stop all i am is active//
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you the shit gb. lol. now thats a dope. Geez , what does one have to do to get good quality shit out of you?
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ok this is gettin boring. nna ima pa** the mic.
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Yep the whole thing played out now* Deac shut it down*
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Who's your ghostwriter?Tell him that he don't have skill/
I'm a disease my words worth is known as ill/
It's a real shame u can not get pa** da fact that u can
learn alot from me now who's a** is wack?/
This ain't an open mic this here's a playground act/
That's occupied by spoilt brats so bring da adults back!/
I'm a producer i make beats wit a baseball bat/
Case in point u wouldn't wanna face all that/
Since u can't write a rhyme u should leave it alone/
Leave da scripts to da professionals & slither on home/
I'm an abnormal growth plus a tumor too/
You so unknown i can't even Google you/
I can leave now there'll still be no room for you/
Now u know i'll end it wit a bit of an Umm/
Since i can't make a comeback walking backwards i'ma
say this shit backwards i'm back 'till u cum/
& i neva really lost u neve actually won/
& i don't wanna diss this bitch but it has to be done!//
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Who's your ghostwriter?Tell him that he don't have skill/
I'm a disease my words worth is known as ill/
It's a real shame u can not get pa** da fact that u can
learn alot from me now who's a** is wack?/
This ain't an open mic this here's a playground act/
That's occupied by spoilt brats so bring da adults back!/
I'm a producer i make beats wit a baseball bat/
Case in point u wouldn't wanna face all that/
Since u can't write a rhyme u should leave it alone/
Leave da scripts to da professionals & slither on home/
I'm an abnormal growth plus a tumor too/
You so unknown i can't even Google you/
I can leave now there'll still be no room for you/
Now u know i'll end it wit a bit of an Umm/
Since i can't make a comeback walking backwards i'ma
say this shit backwards i'm back 'till u cum/
& i neva really lost u neve actually won/
& i don't wanna diss this bitch but it has to be done!//
green u need to tone it down man
u gettin ur a** kicked u need to find a cave to lay low for a while man
I would have never taken kindly to ur critism if I knew u stank like a somalian hobo's a** crack
I'll make u scared to log on to africasgateway
batman wit me u'll never see the time of the day
ur blood be all over my teeth like tooth paste
let it go while can
whack mc's like u are used for for mic bate&tossed off like empty beer cans
did'nt ur moms teach u respect for ladies,
why are u carrying on like a dog wit rabbies
u need to buy thinking cap&take off ur panties
them rymz dat u spit make Will Smith sound gansta crazy
just because you are a fan doesnt mean u should rap
man,amo leave it to J-Lee put a foot up ur a**
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damn greenbat, talk bout me against th world. @fatal verb. damn holmes i didn no u cud do it lyk dat! :o
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I don told his buddy, Ruthless: I locked site on you “I wasn’t blinkin”/
Ambushed him with minimal effort and watched his ‘ego boat’ sinkin/
OH NO HE DIDNT
Did u just get a hard one mentioning my name?/
Guess im your idol hanging on that wall of fame/
Well u got that number 1 spot on my wall of shame/
U all washed up like a dirty blood stain/
Ima make u extinct like the Inca people/
Make sure u dont come back so i killed ur sequel/
U cant stand up to me I am not ur equal/
Erase ur existence leave no trace of a prequel/
Smashed u to bits let jay lee pick up the pieces/
I could do it myself but i rather not touch feaces/
Im the truth aka Ruthless The Monster/
U a knockoff aka Inca The Imposter/
OH YEA HE DID
Luke the sky walker/ crap talker/ I jus so the link/
I gave yo “so called retaliation” a quick read, what do I think? /
My opinion on your metaphors is that they still stink/
A hard one from mentioning your name?/ u cant be serious/
Ruth -“less brain” u must hav gone insane/ bloody delirious/
A piece of candy n a star on yo 4head 4 the research on the Inca people/
Im back so clearly u don posses the mental capability to kill no sequel/
“Erase ur existence leave no trace..”..yade yade yada, u gatta be kidding/
Why stand up to u if I can clobber u sitting?/
Ud rather not touch feaces?, is that wat u about?/
In that case I suggest that you don touch yo mouth/
Yea u the Monster/ but im a natural disaster/ after/
A poetic cluster/ of cumulous nimbus clouds and sulphur/
The lyrical mobster/ metaphorically crack the exoskeleton of a lobster/
Knowledge so complex u try to keep up but Inca quickly lost ya/
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@ FATAL VERB : My hero :-*
Now gb, where ya a** at so I can stick my size 5 in it! ;D
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@ INCA
danggg :o
Now dats hAttt!
gosh, I wanna give you a hug for being soooOO dope! 8)
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That 3 stars next to ya name simbolizes the amount of times you got fcked in the rap game.
Up your a** , side ways in your mouth when niggas are tired of going down SOUTH.
You picked on me, now imma step on you.
That card's so lame, calling a girl a slutty name.
Im tired of PUSSY nigga's being it, but never getting it >:(
CAME FROM PUSSY AND LIKE THE GREAT TREK , YOU AINT NEVER GOING BACK. :'(
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In what way can any of you ever compare to me? ;D
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Dopeness be the shit that I deliver
usethe mic like a majic wand niggaz call me Harry Porter
I be that cat thatz plucking feathers of chickin niggaz
eat chicken niggaz up like Fat Albert&a KFC hamper
watch ur tamper,u dont want no beef u an ameteur
want a slice of that ox I'll take u to an abttior
Fatal Verb slaughter whack mc's like Texas chain saw ma**acre
for this whack fagot magots I got the oudourless doom
spray u niggaz like alchohol on a wound
metaphors so hard I drive catz insane
get ur dome graddling like tectonic plates durig an earth quake
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No.
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No.
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That 3 stars next to ya name simbolizes the amount of times you got fcked in the rap game.
Up your a** , side ways in your mouth when niggas or tired of going down SOUTH.
You picked on me, now imma step on you.
That card's so lame, calling a girl a slutty name.
Im tired of PUSSY nigga's being it, but never getting it >:(
CAME FROM PUSSY AND LIKE THE GREAT TREK , YOU AINT NEVER GOING BACK. :'(
@ GreenBat u just got (http://bp1.blogger.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SC6t5r4H5pI/AAAAAAAANZg/XJgpAChNyK4/s400/owned_30.jpg)
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No.
No.....what dude?
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As in no, no, no, no, no, no, please God no more Godawful netcees with lyrics that don't even vaguely rhyme. All of you. Please God stop.
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That 3 stars next to ya name simbolizes the amount of times you got fcked in the rap game.
Up your a** , side ways in your mouth when niggas or tired of going down SOUTH.
You picked on me, now imma step on you.
That card's so lame, calling a girl a slutty name.
Im tired of PUSSY nigga's being it, but never getting it >:(
CAME FROM PUSSY AND LIKE THE GREAT TREK , YOU AINT NEVER GOING BACK. :'(
Ouch! now thats gotta hurt.................................................. :D
you better come back hard on this one coz she's a tough one.
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That 3 stars next to ya name simbolizes the amount of times you got fcked in the rap game.
Up your a** , side ways in your mouth when niggas or tired of going down SOUTH.
You picked on me, now imma step on you.
That card's so lame, calling a girl a slutty name.
Im tired of PUSSY nigga's being it, but never getting it >:(
CAME FROM PUSSY AND LIKE THE GREAT TREK , YOU AINT NEVER GOING BACK. :'(
LOL!!! Shit I want that pic for future reference yo! that shit is too much :D
@ GreenBat u just got (http://bp1.blogger.com/_mmBw3uzPnJI/SC6t5r4H5pI/AAAAAAAANZg/XJgpAChNyK4/s400/owned_30.jpg)
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;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Straight up BODIED !!! LOL !!!
Well done baby !!!!
Gonna get an extra kiss for that tommorow night. hehehehehe. check how niggas gonna come up and start that old shit again.
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@ INCA
danggg :o
Now dats hAttt!
gosh, I wanna give you a hug for being soooOO dope! 8)
game recognize game gal.. ;)
That 3 stars next to ya name simbolizes the amount of times you got fcked in the rap game.
Up your a** , side ways in your mouth when niggas or tired of going down SOUTH.
You picked on me, now imma step on you.
That card's so lame, calling a girl a slutty name.
Im tired of PUSSY nigga's being it, but never getting it >:(
CAME FROM PUSSY AND LIKE THE GREAT TREK , YOU AINT NEVER GOING BACK. :'(
GreenFag must be crushed....oh ma bad, did i say Fag?..i ment to say Fag ;D
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anyway. the mic cant stop so lets carry on th open mic
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anyway. the mic cant stop so lets carry on th open mic
^^^i second that.^^^
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*waiting in anticipation for a good read*.....
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** Jay is chillin Inca 4 a good read **
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As I visualise thoughts of homicide/
I picture stacking bodies side by side/
Whats worse then suicide?/
its being buried while your soul still alive/
They say im taking this gangsta act a tad to far/
But why when im elevating rap bar by bar/
Whats worse then a gay rapper with a guitar?/
Its a wack rapper being hailed as a star/
damn the Immortal Men is gonna be fire when we eventually drop
Im RUTHLESS the f***en truth 8)
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^^^^ 1 of th gangsta rappers wit more to talk about then hw "haters get popped". nice. wen is yo ish cmin out
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^^^ me likes ya gangsta swegger :-)
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Tell me what you think. This is part of a concept called deadly games (in conjunction with my peop Obscure)
Deadly games part 1
There was this player I used to kick it with as a little kid.
We were raised studs and didn’t give a shit.
We’d chill at the right corners and cross ideas
one goal in mind. Score some girls. Get some beers.
Then came a time to expand our field.
Throw in guns and drugs. Strike a scam and deal.
But after few lives were lost in shoot-outs with cops
i pulled up my socks and thought out the box.
Told him..."Kid you don’t have a shot!!!
You should know when to stop! You going over the top!
Your attempts will end across bars, with cop cars it’s endless!"
He took offence to that and raised his defences.
He says it’s lies and for us to stay alive he’ll take the dive. In fate it lies.
So he stays on the prowl, playing around. But eventually stays on the ground!
Turns out someone blew the whistle on him.
A victim of sins and and the sinister grin.
Now he’s put on the spot they questioning him.
About to pay the penalty for him and his men.
I wish he could be saved
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sowi , THIS doesnt make me wanna finish reading ya ish till the end.
Im noooot feeling it.
Maybe its just me, but then again you asked for it ;)
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No biggie my sistah. honesty is valued...
doesn't make you read to the end...hehehe...
Guess i need to improve the story telling aspect of it.
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It takes time n dedication to get to the TOP
I wont STOP
most of the shit tht ive been hearing is FLOPS
and HIP HOP
is my love so I will never go POP
or sell my soul to see my self on a video SHOT
i keep it real
real to my self and thats the MOTTO
coz no one wants to see them selves die in the GETTO
the groupies tht u want kid will never get you DOLLO
jus focus on the music man I know the rest will FOLLOW
i do my shit the way wanna
no will stop me
im an independant artist the anger and im hungry
you got the drive with no direction like a crash DUMMY
thats why u gonna get burried dry like a MUMMY
AFMP takin over ur BLOCK
when we appear I see most niggas grabbing their SOCKS
so pull 'em up
coz we right there ready to ROCK
AFMP cats rocking your SPOT
WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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yes a few mo stars next to ya name, den you'll be nyc.
Dat was slightly below average . I read it dought ;)
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Ay man could c sum improvement bt its almost der. bet it wud sound beta ova a beat tho.
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yes a few mo stars next to ya name, den you'll be nyc.
Dat was slightly below average . I read it dought ;)
Hmmm...how u grace us wit sumtin Lee?...
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+feedling thumbs, waitin 4 jay-lee 2 post+ ;)
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hehehe , more of a battle chick and abstrat. will holler dough, wat the ppl want, the ppl get.
(freestyle)
I aint even a Mcee , lol.
You aint learn ? So lemme take you back to basics.
I aint here to prove a point to a bunch of pointless f***s ( damn Bumbackalts)
Step on ur toes n give you a tity punch/
I'll have ur lil dick for lunch/
Now you made hungry n its you I wanna eat/
Im on a diet n you contain lil meat/
Im at ur head now, * shut up nigga when i speak*
Jay is sick in the mind /
wrip ur eyes out n leave you blind/
Eat your balls one by one so good you'd wanna cum/
Now Im at your legs * bitch where ya wanna run?*
Bones n he said he was a thug?/
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hehehe , more of a battle chick and abstrat. will holler dough, wat the ppl want, the ppl get.
(freestyle)
I aint even a Mcee , lol.
You aint learn ? So lemme take you back to basics.
I aint here to prove a point to a bunch of pointless f***s ( damn Bumbackalts)
Step on ur toes n give you a tity punch/
I'll have ur lil dick for lunch/
Now you made hungry n its you I wanna eat/
Im on a diet n you contain lil meat/
Im at ur head now, * shut up nigga when i speak*
Jay is sick in the mind /
wrip ur eyes out n leave you blind/
Eat your balls one by one so good you'd wanna cum/
Now Im at your legs * bitch where ya wanna run?*
Bones n he said he was a thug?/
that sounded alot like rough sex to me lol :D
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The Coming
Ima about to take hip hop back\
back to when none of the raps were wack\
back to a society that if sum1 would slack\
we would go back and uplift where he lack\
So sit back and relax\
the immortals gone school u with all the facts\
about to drop bombs like islamic attacks\
protect ur self like u were practising safe sex\
album coming soon get ready for a relapse\
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*tick-tock tick-tock* Hope the album's as dope as ya say , will peep!
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*tick-tock tick-tock* Hope the album's as dope as ya say , will peep!
Yeah i know times ticking... but resources r a bit tight so be patient already lol
I cant please everybody but the street album is sure gonna have enuf of everything 8)
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Would it be safe for me to a**ume that most props are reserved for anyone who mentions killing. murder, explosions or any other violent illustration. if that's the case where can the "thoughtful" pieces be posted??
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Would it be safe for me to a**ume that most props are reserved for anyone who mentions killing. murder, explosions or any other violent illustration. if that's the case where can the "thoughtful" pieces be posted??
Not even , JUST be you n if its wack Imma let ya know, dope? Imma holler, now spit!
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I'm Stuck thinking of the next line to drop
but there's not alot
of words to describe wich rhyme patterns
my mind moves in
in between real life and this screen
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I'm Stuck thinking of the next line to drop
but there's not alot
of words to describe wich rhyme patterns
my mind moves in
in between real life and this screen
think of this screen as ur canvas to paint ur real life. Now let the words flow....
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Hmmm... yall have really taken care of my thread ne. ;) @Jay Inca & IM good job... though i havent bn seeing too much dopeness :-\
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Okay...let's..see...on a freestyle typa tip...hahahaha ??? Onek1nd 4 ur mind
Onek1nd...the cream of the crop. I'm a squeezed Amarula/
they get drunk on my flow. On the streets I'm a ruler/
Get straight. It's easy for me to be fly, in fact Kulula/
You saying "I'm tight" is a BIG oxy moron like Hip hop Pantsula/
I put less in (lesson) the sentence. Make ya my scholar/
my hard head and Ruff neck is chafing my collar/
I'm in the game for the honour/
not the fame and the payment from dollar/
Nowadays, they same my name with such horror/
Cause I invented female circumcision blades. called them Labia Minora/
So many brothers steal my joints...but in the end THEY get smoked/
with each movements of my arts brush...give them head strokes/
And when they tryna bite my rhymes. You see them just choke/
My ink is your blood. Write your name in my Death Note.
SA emcees going overseas. That's where they stealing their gimmicks/
got that slave mentality. They even kneel to Van Riebieck.
I'm kinda tired of preaching. Let me breathe for a minute/
I'm like a drunk priest. "I'm feeling the spirit!!!"
I hit your fingers with a Hammer, now you really can't touch this. Geez I'm dope/
I'm to deep. SWAM through my second paragraph. Freestyle stroke.
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Ohhh...this being a freestyle and all...i hope i never have to worry about peoples stealing other peoples lines and shit like that...
Oh Jay-lee...i'll be waiting for your expert critique :P
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word!..do u people actually put sumthing on record? or y'all purely netcees...
i read sum dope lines but neva get to hear the flow n shit...
jus wandaring
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word!..do u people actually put sumthing on record? or y'all purely netcees...
i read sum dope lines but neva get to hear the flow n shit...
jus wandaring
Think of it as Cyber Mc''ing....some of the stuff droped here is just for the love of HH
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@one1kind. seeing dat jay-lee aint here, imma judge so long and................ that was DOPE!! nyc 1 bra! havnt read too much really really dope ish since th days of abominable snowman n em bt dis ws closest t that dopeness i seen in a while. props.
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Okay...let's..see...on a freestyle typa tip...hahahaha ??? Onek1nd 4 ur mind
Onek1nd...the cream of the crop. I'm a squeezed Amarula/
they get drunk on my flow. On the streets I'm a ruler/
Get straight. It's easy for me to be fly, in fact Kulula/
You saying "I'm tight" is a BIG oxy moron like Hip hop Pantsula/
I put less in (lesson) the sentence. Make ya my scholar/
my hard head and Ruff neck is chafing my collar/
I'm in the game for the honour/
not the fame and the payment from dollar/
Nowadays, they same my name with such horror/
Cause I invented female circumcision blades. called them Labia Minora/
So many brothers steal my joints...but in the end THEY get smoked/
with each movements of my arts brush...give them head strokes/
And when they tryna bite my rhymes. You see them just choke/
My ink is your blood. Write your name in my Death Note.
SA emcees going overseas. That's where they stealing their gimmicks/
got that slave mentality. They even kneel to Van Riebieck.
I'm kinda tired of preaching. Let me breathe for a minute/
I'm like a drunk priest. "I'm feeling the spirit!!!"
I hit your fingers with a Hammer, now you really can't touch this. Geez I'm dope/
I'm to deep. SWAM through my second paragraph. Freestyle stroke.
I like it, I do.
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Ma pen ready to sturb niggers with sharp lyrics
Exercise ma metamorphosis on wack MCs till they say I spit magic
I see blood while fake niggers only see bars
Puffed ma haze paint it all over the page, now you know what’s rage
Placed them on a range, arrange them like Choice a**orted while I puff ma haze
Send out disses like hate letters sent outta jail to bitches
So whoever told you they were a rap nightmare
You should know there was a ghost behind that momement of perferction
So be sure to restructure you rendition
Till they avoid awarding fake niggers on televion
Cos the cream of the crop is yet to be surfacing
Real niggers who spit from the heart,
Those who could chew coal and spit fire like a nine
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Yeah onek1nd is probably the illest in Cape Town. I stand by it! I guarantee it!
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Experimentation within in wisdom of lyricism
I make your crucifaction turn
upside down
cause I'm anti-conventional
split screens for anti-social
cause I want no one else on these terminals
but public transportation with the local librarian
keeps my logic rast-i-farian
And thats why I use these books to jerk off too
that means i spit cum to keep pages glued
but still there's no life and still no meaning
I leave this place dead like an abortion clinic
If you like my rhymes please repeat it
in a confession booth with your priest
He'll turn around and get on his knees
saying please forgive me
I didn't know it was you
who was with Simon Strangeluv when he ripped the pages from the satanic bible two
send by yurs truly
from maca**ar with luv
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I'm lovin it...
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I like the flow, hey newbie * always wanted to say dat :-) * Thats my job.
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^^^^ i aint payin u nun >:(
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Nun :D
You sound funny ::)
How would you like to play with those shoes?
see who wins.....
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oh? i don quite catch it :-[.
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oh? i don quite catch it :-[.
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Akoona ma tadda ;)
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yes..... wat? ???
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Like a asthma inhaler ima be ur breath of fresh air,
coz ur life got u choked like hugging a bear,
you must be Ludacris to think that u would ever beat me,
stimulate ur brainwaves as i release therapy,
amplify ur nightmares as i crawl through ur dreams,
send chills down ur back like the sound of a thousand screams,
im coming after u son i hope u a light sleeper,
deliver u from ur misery i am the Grim Reaper,
(http://community.imaginefx.com/fxpose/cyril_van_der_haegens_portfolio/images/3922/328x425.aspx)
just a short piece from one of the ideas off The Diary of Legends...
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"me likes , " Iesh , bt dat first lines been used to death !
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"me likes , " Iesh , bt dat first lines been used to death !
i hope the pun was intended lol...
Same line used in different context, which gives it a new approach to what has already been said
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Its the inkpen kingpin
Heads float, but my rhymes sink things
Im true like the words in the bible, Im not for the bling-bling
I know my rhymes leave peeps head scratching, thinking
I rhyme so colourfull its avg, you'll miss it if youz caught blinking
Z-DIGI turn rhymes from lyrical
To paranarmally physical
Like space peeps getting caught in time
Just listen to the shit I rhyme
& Im past metaphors, I spit meta 9's
Thats why any opponent is always dying
Im the lyrical re-incarnate Sadam and Bin Laden
I flow for so long I'll leave you askin
How does Z-Digi spit rhymes that burn like pool acid
Coz ya'll got no grip on the game like cars with no traction
Im not Matt Damon but Im always down for action
Weak rhymes & I will personally put you on a microphone sanction
When I rhyme I look at ya feet
Looking higher than ya waist is attempted murder, I make cats obselete
Kids cant box with Zee
Ask J-oNe 50 grizzle
Dont believe then do like the finger in the middle
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Am new here... But im getting the hang of this...
Prolly the sickest Emcee/ spittin Rhymes thatll make your webcam bored of me/
Man im here to kill A.G and im not talking bout Jay-Z/
Reppin the Hustlers with poems/ cumin straight from the dome/
delaying fake movements like jacking your wheels for the chrome/
Too Grimmey with the lyrics screamin fuc**k all the critics,
if you positive you myt wana switch your zone/
Dese so called emcees is disease(da zzz's) and im getting sleepy/
with chameleon like skills, even on facebook yall couldnt see me/
Niggas running out of bars they should reacharge/
we just gunning from our cars to show yall this block is ours/ my glock devours/
if you dont give a f*** its coz you cock got scarz/
with alien lyrics you must have wrote your rhymes on mars/
get it ryt its volatyl leaving you fingers speechless/
my watch is like an akon album its got alot of features/
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your right about one thing, you are def new here, but about getting the hang of it, i dont know bout that. ur raps still need mad tunin up. the only line i can single out from ur jargon is this:
my watch is like an akon album its got alot of features/
give us more o that an less o this:
Am new here... But im getting the hang of this...
Prolly the sickest Emcee/ spittin Rhymes thatll make your webcam bored of me/
Man im here to kill A.G and im not talking bout Jay-Z/
Reppin the Hustlers with poems/ cumin straight from the dome/
delaying fake movements like jacking your wheels for the chrome/
Too Grimmey with the lyrics screamin fuc**k all the critics,
if you positive you myt wana switch your zone/
Dese so called emcees is disease(da zzz's) and im getting sleepy/
with chameleon like skills, even on facebook yall couldnt see me/
Niggas running out of bars they should reacharge/
we just gunning from our cars to show yall this block is ours/ my glock devours/
if you dont give a f*** its coz you cock got scarz/
with alien lyrics you must have wrote your rhymes on mars/
get it ryt its volatyl leaving you fingers speechless/
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dope
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who you man? hiphop popo?
i dont care how many times you posted on this internet shit, but im sure my lines was ill,
More rhymes cumin soon
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I dont know. i think that was i8. not more, not less. anyway i dont know why he wouldnt put it up, but I got the sickest 44 4's from Z-Digi and im still waiting for permission to put it up. Watch this space
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^^^Word
nigga you whining like them baby ring tones/
addicted to crack you got CASH il leave you having a WITHDRAWAL syndrome/
the truth in your rhymes is like google, i gota start searching/
and im bout to revolve on your a** like the barrel on the smithen western/
you and hiphop, is no connection/
you looking for beats like a heart surgeon/
your album cover uglier than buga luv shoes/
man il put recurring beats to you like fruity loops/
all these fake cats just the same/
making the pace of my blood flow faster in my veins/
i dont give warnings or clues/
when the 9s out that death will be the PRODUCT like 3 by 2/
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^^^^ and thats aimed at???...
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ey man its open mic i just thot id drop a few lines... few rhymes that aint aimed at no 1 person specificaly
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haha
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oh. that withdrawal line was hot tho
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nice,
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f*** unions, my punches strike without mobilisation/
Been capitilising on weak mcees way b4 globalisation/
I'm still spittin' punchlines sicker than dutch minds/
Even a geologist's style would never touch mine's/
Rhyming might be your habit but dude come on/
Unlike Erykah Badu we have nothing in Common/
Your doctor's note's the sickest script u ever produced/
Like Telkom u runnin' out of lines that's never been used/
Who's flossin', I'm the illest in the game like Magic Johnson/
Verbally grantin' more death wishes than Charlie Bronson/
U fakes r Whitneys, I'm hotter than Pie City's Steak and Kidney/
Lyric'ly on point with more spears than Shakes and Britney/
Whaaaaat.....!
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f*** unions, my punches strike without mobilisation/
Been capitilising on weak mcees way b4 globalisation/
I'm still spittin' punchlines sicker than dutch minds/
Even a geologist's style would never touch mine's/
Rhyming might be your habit but dude come on/
Unlike Erykah Badu we have nothing in Common/
Your doctor's note's the sickest script u ever produced/
Like Telkom u runnin' out of lines that's never been used/
Who's flossin', I'm the illest in the game like Magic Johnson/
Verbally grantin' more death wishes than Charlie Bronson/
U fakes r Whitneys, I'm hotter than Pie City's Steak and Kidney/
Lyric'ly on point with more spears than Shakes and Britney/
Whaaaaat.....!
DOPENESS :)
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"your doctors notes the sickest script you produced" i like!
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A dope script from a netcee? Surely not!
Nice one.
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The whackest rhymes i ever heard in my life.Geeez! :-\
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Born 4 years before 1990
Nobody knew at double the age of 4 Id be mic & pen mighty
Most emcees spit 4's by 4
Calling it 16's, I spit that by 4, divided by 2 and more
My rhymes strangle niggaz into the figure four
I use 4 mics to rhyme, then strangle opponents usin the 4 cords
I throw launches that open up 4 doors
My rhymes rover any range call my technique 4 by 4
I know half the game is dense
66 over a hundred cant make it over to my side of the fence
Meaning the hottest only make up 44 percent
I keep rising like the petrol price in the past year, by 400 cents
Reason is I was sent from the future to the past, I see things, FORsight
Even the letters in my name match with my rhyming number (D-I-G-I)
I dont rhyme 24/7 or 365, I rhyme in the number of seasons till summer
I rhyme till all the words in the dictionary are FORgone and scream, bummer
I could pa** the torch to my second brother
Just because you was born a year beFORe 1994
We have a similarity to the number four
Like the age difference between me and ya momz is 5 by 4
Im half her age wich makes her 44
Which is the same number of ways I can finish 4 emcees using 2 by 2 mics
Swinging punclines like a see-saw till I knock out double 4, of their lights
Im flier than a four lettered word beggining with K
And Ima remain that way FOR as long as april comes beFORe may
I make bodies ooze coz my callibre is that of a 44
Grabbing the mic I make 4 things hit the floor
All your limbs and then dust myself looking hardcore
That 6 bullets from 2 magazine in 2 twin draws
Plus Im the only spade in the 40/40 with the heart to wear diamonds
Spottin 4 quarter pants in dark shades lookin stylish
Arrive in a 2 door TT quattro
Wearing a pair of Swisss with four stripes feeling retro
Dressed in 4 different colours, blending like a gecko
Sipping sizzzurp with frozen water, in the shape of a rubix
And ofcourse its four sided but you already knew this
This is the 37th line, 7 left till I make 44
Or should I stop when hit 40 and FORget 44
39 what do I do, Im limited like the number of SA's TV channels
Ok Im here !!, now gimme my props,or should I do like an intersection or four way and stop ??
Nope, Ima carry on coz I got less than four lines left
Crown me the new king coz at 4's and 44's, 400's and 40 Im the best
If this was a higher grade afrikaans quiz I woulda past the test
Coz the pa** mark is fourty, this is the hottest 44.4's you will ever get.
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f*** unions, my punches strike without mobilisation/
Been capitilising on weak mcees way b4 globalisation/
I'm still spittin' punchlines sicker than dutch minds/
Even a geologist's style would never touch mine's/
Rhyming might be your habit but dude come on/
Unlike Erykah Badu we have nothing in Common/
Your doctor's note's the sickest script u ever produced/
Like Telkom u runnin' out of lines that's never been used/
Who's flossin', I'm the illest in the game like Magic Johnson/
Verbally grantin' more death wishes than Charlie Bronson/
U fakes r Whitneys, I'm hotter than Pie City's Steak and Kidney/
Lyric'ly on point with more spears than Shakes and Britney/
Whaaaaat.....!
You ill son! Me likes, me likes alot! very creative and i like the fact that you can think pa** your nose , unlike sum peeps up in here, want props for wack iesh......
Va moes!
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Habit you sick son!
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Sies
Ek krap in my mies
terwyl ek spieg
want ek wiet
hoe om strageties
mossig te wies
nou hou mics my hand vas soes blindes
maar verkies eider om te praat met my hande
soes `n dowe
so ek se meer met net my middelfinger
dan breek af jou toekoms
soos standard 5 werkloopbane
ek gaan die gewone MC se verstand te bowe
verander hulle in ongelowiges
so as ek spieg
spieg ek kieme innie lig
en los helfte vannie planeet se mense
met maskers op hulle gesig
hah hah hah hah hah hah hah
Send by yurs truly
from Maca**ar with Luv
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Dit kon mear besonders geweesit.
naai , dis olryt vi n' new bee :P ;D
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I think peoples are bringing mad dopeness. Habbit and Digi that was good stuff...
It'll be a mistake posting ish for props though, cos people don't always understand what you talking about, and they wont big you up...
So just push yo own netcee bar, and hope the space will be respectful enough!!!
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I f*** up space
by poluting it with rhymes from a wasteland mind
but the communication
flows in binary
my ways of coping with emotions
is still primary
so I resort to prehistoric instrumentations
and play rock music to f*** up the thinkings of aliens
an encounter of the fifth
that's why they broke the gear shift of their mothership
so I decided to pay them a visit
and quantum leap
from the present to the present
and do some experimentation
on musicians
an create a Frank-einstein
Send yours truly
From Maca**ar with Luv
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wats the meaning of " f***"
No such thing as a stupid question just depends whom you ask!
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could mean a lot of things
used in wich context it's an adjective
could be busting a nut or just plain f***'ed
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Sonny boy
This is my way of explaining how you wasted my time
For months i walked up to the lab and created fly rhymes
Instead of marketing the record you just had to slide
Dissapeared without a trace like you committed a crime
Tried to speak to you in a way that was fair and humble
But you chose to ignore this so i fell and stumbled
Told you frequently how i was trying to stay ou of trouble
Now i’m feelin like some idiot whose cookie crumbled
So what i’m wonderin now is why you even started
Cause if i had known you was a toy our roads would have parted
Never one of them fools whose ego was the largest
Still i went to war on them beats and stay the moving target
I had to write this song again cause it was hurtin my pen
How you acted like a friend but it was all pretend
And i saw the album through from beginning to end
So that i could live a properlife with cash to spend
Ntothe present tense its evident i’m killin it skill
Dusted that experience off hope you takin your pills
Some of these actions of new jacks still be giving me chills
It’s all drama like a motion picture my shot’s ill
Took some time and life experience cnceptualised
Now we trekkin like the fckin starship enterprise
Leavin many of the fanbase laced and mesmerised
With the witty lyricism that is set to rise
So if you listen carefully you can sense the growth
While your drums resemble typewriers fo murder she wrote
Couple of chances you blown and still end up broke
Got you mentally perplexed from al the thoughts provoked
I had to write this song again cause it was hurtin my pen
How you acted like a friend but it was all pretend
And i saw the album through from beginning to end
So that i could live a proper life with cash to spend
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I know wat it means, just wondered why some MCee's cant be creative and use a better word....
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i got a few seconds to kill...
Clears...throat...
I gotta kill a few seconds. Put an end to the time/
My skills an overdose of coke...deadliest lines/
Put dents in your mind/
I'm da rising sun...ready to shine/
I got news from the future so i move ahead with the Times
I'm ill,
Cats dat f*** (jay-lee) wit me get burned like syphilis/
Can't chill.
Cats who get to close to me get burned like Icarus/
Kids accept less (L.E.S)...they take the path that 50 chose
I'm above your head...to understand me... stand on your tippy toes. ;D
I'm outta time...to be continued on a another menu
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silly newbee ;D
You my NEXT VICTIM ( aka greenbat )
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Yall got fingers in your a**es/
Tryna Twist shit/ Niggas is misfits/
Switch your diction/ yall cats sicknen
And on the mic niggas sounding fake like they lyrics for sale/
Cumon, people wouldnt feel your lyrics if you wrote em in braille/
Its simple, i raps in decibals/ living life as an indivsual/
Cos even if i was kicked out of skul you still couldnt gt me to change my principals/
You aint gangster/ your rhymes is fictional/
You wouldnt get a following if your verses was biblical/
With curses in your recurring lyrics like the shits a ritual/
Ressurect the great, ONLINE niggas love to hate/
So pull your pants up before i jack you for your true religion,
For heaven sake....
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I smell dopeness...i smell fear. I smell Dopamine!!
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i move like the TUT curse..
walk in a room make guardian angels disperse
crucify & spit on you for listening less..
rebuke you in the name of Jesus, then cuss you in a subvert verse...
lyrically pervese
& clumsily immersed in bragging about pictures of your corpse in a hearse...
so f*** the tension while the Book Of Lifes pages flap..
Judgement day...i plan to let god jugde me while i rap...
send out! neck-bruising celestial bars those that object fall back...
a kodak...worthy moment legions combustible on impact..
black poems caress heavenly bodies...
lucifer & devils gatecrash quickies & orgies...
my apologies..
semen stains the walls of sapphire-lobbies..
DP, fellatio, dildos introduced to primitive shorties...
your past forefathers black out...latter-day 40s..
you cant stop this...intergalactic pervesion with the utmost pa**ion...
traceless in the book of revelation...
innocent-faced lyricist who lynches in barbaric fashion..
i usher the weak to their permanent rooms..
through inhalation of diythylamine gas fumes..
you should have never evacuated your mother's wombs..
now prepare to be excavated from decorative tombs...when
fully developed jaw-muscles crush auditory ossicles..
bystanders jump back at the site of your tonsils..
after the spear goes in the liver & out the nostrils..
the devils chef...i give rappers a taste of hell..
legendary recipe like the Tower of Babel..
beverages like smacking niggers under the hormonal spell of Threesome's Amstel..
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Been waiting to post this for so long!!!
By Z-Digi:
Born 4 years before 1990
Nobody knew at double the age of 4 Id be mic & pen mighty
Most emcees spit 4's by 4
Calling it 16's, I spit that by 4, divided by 2 and more
My rhymes strangle niggaz into the figure four
I use 4 mics to rhyme, then strangle opponents usin the 4 cords
I throw launches that open up 4 doors
My rhymes rover any range call my technique 4 by 4
I know half the game is dense
66 over a hundred cant make it over to my side of the fence
Meaning the hottest only make up 44 percent
I keep rising like the petrol price in the past year, by 400 cents
Reason is I was sent from the future to the past, I see things, FORsight
Even the letters in my name match with my rhyming number (D-I-G-I)
I dont rhyme 24/7 or 365, I rhyme in the number of seasons till summer
I rhyme till all the words in the dictionary are FORgone and scream, bummer
I could pa** the torch to my second brother
Just because you was born a year beFORe 1994
We have a similarity to the number four
Like the age difference between me and ya momz is 5 by 4
Im half her age wich makes her 44
Which is the same number of ways I can finish 4 emcees using 2 by 2 mics
Swinging punclines like a see-saw till I knock out double 4, of their lights
Im flier than a four lettered word beggining with K
And Ima remain that way FOR as long as april comes beFORe may
I make bodies ooze coz my callibre is that of a 44
Grabbing the mic I make 4 things hit the floor
All your limbs and then dust myself looking hardcore
That 6 bullets from 2 magazine in 2 twin draws
Plus Im the only spade in the 40/40 with the heart to wear diamonds
Spottin 4 quarter pants in dark shades lookin stylish
Arrive in a 2 door TT quattro
Wearing a pair of Swisss with four stripes feeling retro
Dressed in 4 different colours, blending like a gecko
Sipping sizzzurp with frozen water, in the shape of a rubix
And ofcourse its four sided but you already knew this
This is the 37th line, 7 left till I make 44
Or should I stop when hit 40 and FORget 44
39 what do I do, Im limited like the number of SA's TV channels
Ok Im here !!, now gimme my props,or should I do like an intersection or four way and stop ??
Nope, Ima carry on coz I got less than four lines left
Crown me the new king coz at 4's and 44's, 400's and 40 Im the best
If this was a higher grade afrikaans quiz I woulda past the test
Coz the pa** mark is fourty, this is the hottest 44.4's you will ever get.
WHUT NYUCCA!!!
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at 8 years old nicca started rhyming? dang, i was pushing my brick-car & playing marbles black bampatile and such...talk about pa**ion
dope imagery overall
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at 8 years old nicca started rhyming? dang, i was pushing my brick-car & playing marbles black bampatile and such...talk about pa**ion
dope imagery overall
LOL!!!! ME TOO ME TOO :D :D
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oNE ICE COLD KILLER
You know who much bigger, brother
Cant there be no other from dada and mama
Who spits the illest bars for mahala
The illest the next s dot carter
If you aint with it then walala wasala
Mix rhymes easy like food calling it mix masala
Rhymes are tight high like fresh rolled marijuwana
And my rhymes go both ways like a split banana
If you see me in the street think twice before you holla
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My memory handles like terabytes
with upgraded strategies way more than your megabytes
your gigs are about bites
plot mines like thieves at night
thats why Im deepest like darkest between the dawn and the light
with mikes I paint picture pica**oed with highlights
like the streaks in your perm
I'm the detergent like sterilise and kill that germs
watch me handle when its my turn
i deplete delete and make sure it dont repeat those worms and parasites
that got me laughing at you like exposed hermaphrodites
come back with might i'll blow you off like candle lights
with breath air
Then call me back ten years from now when you get there
to a point of where I reached
at least my level of skills will be what I lived but that of you preached
when in your given speach you treat me like william branham
when my back is faced your middle finger is raised but when I tun your face matched the personalities of phantoms
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Your better off
making tracks with your feet
you ain't a MC
No yous a f***ing athlete
Watch bich niggas sprint
Mics used as murder weapons
contains my fingerprints
and pieces of 5 different lips
and ligaments
Rhymes spit as intellingent
comes across as incomplete
What shoud rhyme next is Contol+ Alt+ Deltete
but f*** it
cause I'm a hiphop Junkie
so I'll beat your feet
like falaka
to get clean Or rehabilitated
So don't repeat these rhyme
cause you're body
could be easily possessed
And it'll make you unstoppable
like crystal meth
taking over the cape flats
try looking into the future
to see what's next
Ya- what the f*** did you expect
like ancient Jews, Hearing the name of Hitler
-may you forever be erased
here's my dick even you can have a tast
you couldn't get it clean even with toothpast
but that's enough for now for more rhymes
you'll just have to wait
Send by yours truly
from Maca**ar with Luv
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Get your life monitored
in beeps
That's the signs of life
but I got a ill mind
that blocks out even the sunlight
cause this rigormortous living
is not for mee
So I use blasphemy
just to keep the devil free
but who is he
If he's subservient
to a trinity
so actually he's measured
by your holy priest
to keep you caught in bondage
so we pay homage
to a f***ing tree
Go ahead here's an apple seed
question is
What should you beleive
or not
Send by yours truly
from Maca**ar with Luv
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You don't give a f***
until your life's measured in beeps
catch me roaming the streets
but f*** I'm still a f***ing sleep
so my hart starts to speed
to melancholic beats
creating prono's meeting
Walt Disney flicks
giving you a toxic kiss
like Ripley having alien kids
bursting out yo stomachs
and dumping em wrapped in
the clinics blanket
in your garbage bin
dirtier than gelled hair
on a closed backs rims
so I'll split reality with fiction
untill you get the science
but your evolution
is as slow as the earth
So you'll still do maths like the aztecs and mayans
Send by yours truly
from Maca**ar with Luv
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I was defiant in the face of God
but it didn't bring me the answer
so like traces of cancer
it started eating me
slowly
so I tried to keep up
appearances but my soul was empty
still
like after watching
the dance of the minstrells
but my apathy made me wish I was killed
But God didn't have the balls
so I got back at him saying
He was false
But yet I didn't feel a pulse
so I decided to hurt myself
with broken mirrors
just to watch my distorted image
Until I thought there
was no more worth
And then music came
and gave me birth
in these reaching forms
like octopus hands
and grip your soul
in this - the beautiful hold
send by yours truly
from Maca**ar with Luv
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;D Onek1nd back on that freestyle cyber steez... I'm back like abashante on that ruffneck ish ;D I'm back mama papa i'm back...
Onek1nd for your mind...
I can kick this without a snare/
Don't bend or break under pressure...Strong tupperware.../
I can hold my own
I control the throne.
I'm King. Will deal later with you jokers...this is Solitaire.../
You better play your cards right, or you outta here./
I came in the night while these kids were unaware.../
Like those wet dreams. It's time to change your underware/
See...I'm tired of watching hip hop being f***ed by these greedy kids/
So I bring da blood that makes a fool(full) stop. PERIOD/
They wanna be in the middle of everything...centre-folding/
'stead of holding/...da torch like attacks by xenophobics/
KFC means k******s Fear Caucasians...in my hood
That's why we'll always be licking their fingers for good/
So i kill an Uncle Tom who brings violence back home/
I'm that osteo-arthritis... bad to the bone!!!
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^^^^ ayo onek1nd. I was speaking to some cat from the ETC crew. do you know em??? well they asked for yall to get in touch. possibly to do a collabo. i dont know. but hit me up on facebook. you can find em there. pm me.
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They say the good die young
Question, why the f*** am I here ??
I feel the heat of life on me like the blazing sun
My demeanor has changed, I got no more fear
The shit they say goes in one and out the other ear
If cats get nine lives then I got a couple to spear
The fabric of my existance nearly experienced a tear
Like dices the car rolled over & over but Im still here
Ima die hard, haters cant topple my means cant step on my steez
Im always gonna be saggin those jeans
Lord forgive me for this brash delivery
But some people have been plottin to get rid of me
I dunno whether its coz of my persona or my abilities
I know I lost track of faith, the devil musta got into me
The dark voice musta put the sin in me
Angels of dark, playin on harps seductively sing to me
But Im too strong & Im too tall to do those wrongs
I shoulda died but I didn't & I aint throwin a pitty partied for even a minute
Im stayin sharp like scissor tips, stayin focuses and rigid
A born fighter, not scared of the dark like Vin Diesel in Riddick
I could talk about my woes and downs for ever, but I aint did it
Ima jus keep dropin more verse and pages than the internet
Im doing this thing like when Im with my woman getting intimate
And I know these lames cant f*** with mine coz they brains are celebate
Ambition and direction is the engine my train of thought is driven with
Any beef and bullshit Im either killing or ending it
Any wrong that I've done, aint kissing a** but Ima try mending it
Im always gonna walk with a limp
But that dont make me a pimp
I just make side deals with chicks in high heels
While Im rollin round town with the roof down in nice automoblies
People just gotta understand Im hot by default not by choice
When I get off stage after a good flow I leave the mic a bit moist
My swagger never took a dive I remain G'd up from the feet
Rest of ya'll vegetables are like half a month two week
Its not import whether or not I died
Whats important is that if I did I rised
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that was real good Z... i could feel the emotion in it
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I got on my knees
I said Lord love me please
But the only people that hug me is thieves
The same cats I scheme, same cats to send shots through my rugby sleeves
Same cats who wont rest till they day I bleed
They come to me when they in famine
But refuse me when Im in a time of need
I feel like my lungs collapsed I cant breath
Im walkin around in day light & I cant see
Kinda like Riddick being acted out by Vin D (Yo Mel you happy)
I feel like the Land Lord of life wanna evict me
But I know life like a Rolex it only gets better with time
& Ima tell mine through fine lines in rhymes
I aint even hit the top yet but Im already most wanted like I committed a crime
If you cant understand mine then I should charge you the fine
These are some of the things I feel & then I wake up crying
It happens before the dream where I see myself flyin'
I aint no 50 cents but Ima get rich or die tryin
I said to God please put my mind at piece
& I wasn't talking guns, I just want the pains to cease
He answered coz today I met a brother who praised me
Should heard the props he gave me
Coz of him I dusted the dirt of my shoulder
Took back the pen and got to work like Scully & Moulder
Coz reall my fans are the ones Im using this leathal weapon 4, kinda like Gibson and Glover
Ima settle the score, kickin a** like I just declared marshall law
Arguing with me is like arguing the previous last word backward, I leave you in awe
Think about it twice, feel it make your mind pause
You should call me liqourish I got rhymes of all sorts
I leave you amazed at what-a-lot-i-got call me a smartie
I'ma leave you with those two lines, if you love em holla or just call me.
Bold lines quoted from JAY-Z on Busta RHYMES anarchy album...........
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I got on my knees
I said Lord love me please
But the only people that hug me is thieves
The same cats I scheme, same cats to send shots through my rugby sleeves
BITER ALERT.
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
- Jay-Z, in Busta Rhymes f/DMX and Jay-Z "Why We Die"
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I got on my knees
I said Lord love me please
But the only people that hug me is thieves
The same cats I scheme, same cats to send shots through my rugby sleeves
BITER ALERT.
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
- Jay-Z, in Busta Rhymes f/DMX and Jay-Z "Why We Die"
:o :o :o :o :o
nice on Rob... i would never of thought that Jay Z had rugby sleeves lol
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I got on my knees
I said Lord love me please
But the only people that hug me is thieves
The same cats I scheme, same cats to send shots through my rugby sleeves
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BITER ALERT.
I look to the air, I ask God, "Love me please,"
but in reality, only people that hug me is thieves
Same niggaz that send shots through my rugby sleeves
They wanna, slug me and leave, I'm thinkin it must be me
- Jay-Z, in Busta Rhymes f/DMX and Jay-Z "Why We Die"
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I DUNNO ABOUT BITING & ALL THAT BUT YEH, WHAT INSIRED ME TO WRITE THOSE LINES WAS THE VERY TRACK JAY-Z WAS FEATURED ON ALONG WITH DMX ON BUSTA'S ANARCHY ALBUM. I HAVE THE ALBUM.......SO I OPENED WITH HIS LINES AND EMULATED FROM THAT.....YEH THE FIRST COUPLE OF LINES ARE JAY-Z's, IM NOT EVEN ABOUT TO DENY THAT.
BUT SON NEXT TIME YOU WANNA RUN SKIP AND JUMP, BITER BITER. ASK THE PERSON WHO WROTE WHAT EVER YOUR CRITICISING, WHERE THEY GET THEIR MATERIAL FROM AND WHAT THEY'R WRITING ABOUT SO THAT A COMPARISON OR LINK CAN BE MADE FROM THE ORIGIONAL TO WHAT HAS BEEN BIRTHED FROM IT. COZ I KNOW SOME CATS JUST BITE AND THEN THE NEXT VERS IS COMPLETELY ERELEVANT......EVEN IF I DID LACE THIS ON A TRACK I'D SAMPLE JAY's VOICE ON THAT PART FROM THAT VERY SONG. NO BITING SON, JUST RECOGNISING THAT THERE WAS A HOT TRACK WITH A DAMN HOT VERSE THAT I USED AS A SPRING BOARD FOR SOMETHING THAT I COULD WRITE ABOUT FROM A DIFFERENT SET OF EYES.
WITH THAT ALL BEING SAID. GO EAT A DICK.
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Don't get angry. I called you out. You got caught. Inspiration or not, you didn't even attempt to credit Jay, so don't front like you didn't think anybody would notice.
Cuffed.
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It wasn't about whether anybody would notice. It was straight up finger to keyboard.
Is this the part where I put my hands behind my head.... ????
CUFFED.....quit watching Top Cop son it'll make you bring that shyt into music too.
But go ahead push that agenda.
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Check your PM.
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I remain top of the charts
When it comes to moving heavy rhymes in carts
Its more than just music its a colorfull art
When niggaz come with a week buzz I just let it bee
I spit slick lyrics that set the chains free
Nothing not even plastic surgery could change Zee
I was raised by the ghetto can you blame me
The media can write that shit but it dont phase me
They point toasters at me just to descover they cant blaze me
They triggers are duds, Ima show them what my toaster does
Coz when I let clik-clak you know spraying real slugs
& Im keeping quiet, aint saying nothing to the fuzz
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hypocrit alert! rob. remember the thread, biters exposed? where i qouted jays line, i aint a biter imma writter fa myself and others, i say a b-i-g verse im only biggin up my brother. and i said sum else and you agreed with it? what happened since then? ;)
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What?
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I see there is a hypo among us.....YO ROB_ONE whut up homezzzzz.....see unlike you I aint denying shit, but I guess the good thing about the internet is that google does'nt forget shit. Case closed.
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Who's denying? I haven't seen the thread yet. Either way, I'm right because I just am, so f*** all of you! ;D ;D
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Iv been gone a minute/I c u catz is still living/while others are taken under like the low cla** in titanic/verb Im still standing/switch flows like da gears of Beema/tried 2 show diz niggaz luv but they acting like deevas/acting like ur boyz while while their honey sweet words is vernom like lizard/da sound of name will make u get cold shivers/took a little break 2 learn ways 0f the ripper/
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This rhymes make me yawn & emcees make me feel torn.I recruit orthodox emcees & deploy'em like killer bees.With arsenal of trees.Come with ludicrous shit what emcees are incompeted 2 spit.
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ayo my street congregration, mandate's rapper annihilation,
plan is to rock it with intense imagination,
forever making gems in the ba**ment,
the short -term goal is picking up the next payment,
it's the backstreet,rap tag teaming ->ARTISTIC,
the soulful,jazzy backtracks we turn mystic,
self-labeled hardcore fanatic rhyme misfits,
stay spaced out, vocab's scientific,
funk for your ear, from the marvellous pair,skillionares, rap cats,
lick a shot inna da AIR,
mics tear,we light years,way beyond your frontiers,
street corner pioneers,held high and revered,
as the high flaring,the 40-dope track bearing,
the uncanny,flow is rock steady,rap cannons,
beat-box keep's blarring, ala bobby mcferrin,
words from the heart,true,pure and transparent.
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One upon a time once upon a rhyme.Ever since I was a little child I try 2 figure out what was hip hop all about. :)
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Let me bleed through the keyboard, metaphorical mic cord transported from a hand now holding a beer quart. Lines come short not being able to afford the recycle bins deportation. The allocation of social emancipation is aborted after the teleportation of stimulating sensations being downloaded through playstations. Small talks transform into interegations and mental enslavements, hearts as cold as inner city pavements, shameless. Who's on the list?
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@Rob, just bcoz you denying the shit you said imma up the link to the thread i was talking about
http://www.africasgateway.com/forums/index.php?topic=21825.msg127576#msg127576
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@Rob, just bcoz you denying the shit you said imma up the link to the thread i was talking about
http://www.africasgateway.com/forums/index.php?topic=21825.msg127576#msg127576
And you called me out 'cos of that?
Weak.
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Guy wat are you sayin? who said anything about callin anyone out??? im just showin you that contradicting yoself. i donno wat u on about.
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Guy wat are you sayin? who said anything about callin anyone out??? im just showin you that contradicting yoself. i donno wat u on about.
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Its open mic nite and erebody invited,
Ruthless the main attraction so all the chicks be delighted,
I hold down the fort for all the internet busters,
but still keeping it real for all those corner dealing huslters,
Neva sold no coke but i got that dope boy flow,
the underground went nuts when they heard Irving gone blow,
an AG exclusive for yall that dont know,
keep metaphors on a downlow I do this for the show,
Yall closet creeping bastards,
got yall dicks tied backwards,
Im the future of the south u just hating a** faggots,
Its that crack?
Nah pussy u that wack,
boy just admit... u cant rap,
leave it to the pros,
and stop sniffing omo up ur nose.........
IMMORTAL MEN IS COMING
Damn...
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Im done after this theres no sequel,
your lyrics are dumb like playing i spy with blind people,
im lethal, with titles stackin,
and its Xmas everyday like i made a career out of rapping,
guns clappin, got sums adding,
your homo lyrics got the crowd laughing,
my lines are dope, like im sponsord by coke,
you just aiming at the wrong audience,
like telling a hobo a knock knock joke,
with desperate niggas behind u, best not drop the soap,
im deadly never scared to shoot at you niggas,
yall aint penetrating, im bulletproof to you niggas,
too much self praise, acknowledgin your own fake tactics,
yall just feeling yourselves like permanent stray jackets...
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10 WEEKS
Iv been gone for 10 weeks...
10 weeks too long/ came bak strong/
10 weeks of ya'll all forlorn/ iv sworn/
Neva to bak down n maintain my wise/
10 weeks later n beef is stil on the rise/
Disreputable for their minimal qualitative/ subsequently quantitative/
Productivity levels with lack of dopeness/ some hopeless/ aloofness/
slow thot process pace/
1680 hours off AG n newbies on tha popularity race/
cats are 2 weak...(week)/
a fifth of my absence on AG, with mindz oblique/
That meanz my skill equals 2 mindz by 5 Mcee's, stil makes 10/
so hot, wen i spit the mic gets a sun tan/
equivalent to 3rd degree burns/
autopsy of an autonomy, its a matter for/
a parallelogram of juxtaposition and paradoxical toxic metaphores/
10 weeks of counter-inteligence, i giv a crash-courre in lyricism/
spearhead in yo ribcage triggers spiritism/
INCA is bak wit metaphorical kaos/
attention wen i spit, homie pay yos/
while u listen to wat a newbie say/
I unleash vocal ku-mi-tay/
came to extinguish issues neva dealt/
KOREAN, i stil rememb a how tingz wer befor i left/
amma lyricaly tie your ankle too tite wit a belt/
chop yo 5 toes off, only tha nex 2 minutes tha pain is neva felt/
5 x 2, if thats tha basic calculation of who's the true'es/
the u tel me wat 5 by 2 is/
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Back to the planetarium
Son it’s simple and pain
No need to explain
No other brother out there can spit it the same
Plus it’s hittin your brain
Whenever it is obtained
Your whole clique will complain
Like a cleaning product that’s not liftin the stain
Shiftin the chains
Plus it is arranged
With no whips or the range
Bringin the pain
Lemme kick it again
Equipped with the flames
Son you still callin names
I will stall your game
Hip hop it’s all the same
Script my hit for the day
To shift continents
Rip wih common sense
Planetary a**ault
its mandatory to talk
when adversaries get caught
Habits can be retaught
Take it from the king
anything can happen when you rappin
In a new style and fashion
Freedom fighing like factions
It’s a call to action
Started in time of sanctions
And got on the wagon
With no drama or braggin
Runnin low on the rations
Of flow filled pa**ion
Filled verses crashin
In on the hash and
Mary jane
More than true captain
That’s pa**in the baton
Fire like buju banton
Follow the light of my lantern
They honour thieves like alladin
Put on tape like bin laden
If there’s elements lackin
Wrote it quick i was slackin
So don’t ask me what’s crackin
Cause i’m hiphopera’s phantom
Youll prolly be out on the farm drivin your
Daddy bantam
Critics is like ban him
Planetary a**ault
Its mandatory to talk
When adversaries get caught
Habits can be retaught
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Back to the planetarium
Son it’s simple and pain
No need to explain
No other brother out there can spit it the same
Plus it’s hittin your brain
Whenever it is obtained
Your whole clique will complain
Like a cleaning product that’s not liftin the stain
Shiftin the chains
Plus it is arranged
With no whips or the range
Bringin the pain
Lemme kick it again
Equipped with the flames
Son you still callin names
I will stall your game
Hip hop it’s all the same
Script my hit for the day
To shift continents
Rip wih common sense
Planetary a**ault
its mandatory to talk
when adversaries get caught
Habits can be retaught
Take it from the king
anything can happen when you rappin
In a new style and fashion
Freedom fighing like factions
It’s a call to action
Started in time of sanctions
And got on the wagon
With no drama or braggin
Runnin low on the rations
Of flow filled pa**ion
Filled verses crashin
In on the hash and
Mary jane
More than true captain
That’s pa**in the baton
Fire like buju banton
Follow the light of my lantern
They honour thieves like alladin
Put on tape like bin laden
If there’s elements lackin
Wrote it quick i was slackin
So don’t ask me what’s crackin
Cause i’m hiphopera’s phantom
Youll prolly be out on the farm drivin your
Daddy bantam
Critics is like ban him
Planetary a**ault
Its mandatory to talk
When adversaries get caught
Habits can be retaught
Dope flow King Dan. Lemme write this on the spot.
I poked her eyes off
Then cut her vernomous tongue off
She screamed something similar to my wounds
I took an axe and began to chop her like wood
I felt a huge sense of relief
When I saw her detached limbs
I had removed her mask
No lipstick just the monstrous bitch she was
She lay comfortably in that pool of blood
She belonged there as I look into the past
She religiously used blood to wash
And would laugh in that altar
In a congregation her ego and friends comprised
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Whattup Motley...
I can see your altar ego coming out... lol..
Murder dem son!!
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I'm a kallit from da southhhhhhh ya Cape Townians where u @!?
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I love hip hop chicks dat love hip hop flicks.I love crunk 'cause I'm a hip hop monk!
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I migrate wit wildebeast on African plains/
I might've changed but da stains of my pa**ion remains/
Deserves a full page "I heard u was fooled by my age"/
It's a new day but even so i'm glued to da stage/
I had to rotate my breaks just to make no mistakes/
I can stab or i can throw blades it's still my choice/
I get amped up cos Donnie neva kills da noize/
I'd be a peadophile if i have to feel u boys/
Now i'm nonchalant like my shit got done for fun/
Wit drum majorettes marching on parum pa pum/
They revolve their heads spun they come undone/
You beta run go get a gun u wanna get u some/
I'll make u go "Mr. Wendlle" on your mental zone/
I'll make u miss home on da strength of this alone/
I'll make u urinate softly by pissing foam/
When i was born i had a defromed wishing bone/
So it's no wonder that me limbs moan bitch & groan//
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I'l be back soon :-X
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More lethal
than your illest MC's mentality
A frank-einstein
A brutal Genius
knocks you out from under your God
with the capabilitiees
to Quantum Leap
Just to f*** with the future
like criminals breaking
in High Schools
Stealing computers
view this-
as a serious treat
towards your daily living
cause I'll crash
your world
like doing LIFE in prison
my aim is to strike
the pedestrians
in your next life
to take you captive
and start a 3rd Reich
After this- theyll
probably paint me white
My Cyph
Slice
into My & Self
completely opposite
that's why I don't need
Props
I'm my own oppo-nent
Send by Yurs truly
from Maca**ar with Luv
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Yes poeple the kallit from tha souht??????
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I'm a bad Loud bad mouf nigger,coming wit' lyrics of disaster.Cuz i'm the master The king of making sounds travels far more faster!
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Got some time to kill... hmmmm....let's see....
Onek1nd...
Flow wizard, prolific, most gifted child
who's...dope spitting, blows wisdom, so we get high.
Da most lifted, coke sniffing blowing your mind.
Like Joburg got gold-diggers open up mines.
But Joburg got gold-diggers...hunting down old niggers
posing, they hold figures... slowing your grind.
Ho business profits from scoping your loniless,
most victims find themselves holding her child.
But coat-hanger style of abortion is mild...
or just stomp on her abdomen. Choke up her style.
My parents' only son...I was chosen to shine
Got the hottest Hype. I'm the dopest alive
national geographic warns People it'll be cold when i die
Till dat moment arrives...i'll just focus on Time
And steady infuse you, with new truths. That's deception
...recruit youth as new troops. For protection
...make an army for new coups...
by bringin together Tutsis and Hutus with Bluetooth...that's connection.
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Got some time to kill... hmmmm....let's see....
Onek1nd...
Flow wizard, prolific, most gifted child
who's...dope spitting, blows wisdom, so we get high.
Da most lifted, coke sniffing blowing your mind.
Like Joburg got gold-diggers open up mines.
But Joburg got gold-diggers...hunting down old niggers
posing, they hold figures... slowing your grind.
Ho business profits from scoping your loniless,
most victims find themselves holding her child.
But coat-hanger style of abortion is mild...
or just stomp on her abdomen. Choke up her style.
Dopeness like you sold coke in every line
Ima miner diggin the truth in your every rhyme
You nice on the mic kid......props.
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I spit rhymes of hip hop crimes,dising psuedo_emcee lines.Letting emcees know we bring it down south.Speekinng of me emcee loud mouf!
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Don't take this lines seriously!
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I'm coming 4 those psuedo-emcees.I'm coming.Hahhhhhhhhhhahaaaaaaaahhha!!!!!!!
2 be continue!!
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Got some time to kill... hmmmm....let's see....
Onek1nd...
Flow wizard, prolific, most gifted child
who's...dope spitting, blows wisdom, so we get high.
Da most lifted, coke sniffing blowing your mind.
Like Joburg got gold-diggers open up mines.
But Joburg got gold-diggers...hunting down old niggers
posing, they hold figures... slowing your grind.
Ho business profits from scoping your loniless,
most victims find themselves holding her child.
But coat-hanger style of abortion is mild...
or just stomp on her abdomen. Choke up her style.
My parents' only son...I was chosen to shine
Got the hottest Hype. I'm the dopest alive
national geographic warns People it'll be cold when i die
Till dat moment arrives...i'll just focus on Time
And steady infuse you, with new truths. That's deception
...recruit youth as new troops. For protection
...make an army for new coups...
by bringin together Tutsis and Hutus with Bluetooth...that's connection.
Too sick. too too sick. i wonder how many people got the bold bit ???
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Toggle, velcro, safety pin/
hook and eye,buckle,lace, button, drawstring/
Exapt zipper, any other fastenerz u can think of,go ahead, take a swing/
rapperz wordplay i take words seriously...due to lack of knowledge, yal aint realy jaw dropping to me/
I dare u to try me/
im from a neighbourhood of schoolyard samurai-sword attacks/
I don hav 2 claim that im ill...my metaphores reflacts/
horse power vocals, lungs for engine, needle pointed cylinders injects/
I spike for fun if it suits me/
Id strike the sun if it insults me/
stil dare to try me?/
didnt think so- now take a hike/
im the lord of the mic/
the draculor, calculus- fond of the mic/
spectaculor, tarantulor- born of the mic/
Oculor, irragulor- one wit the mic/
my flow is fauler than outdated sellby date can of tunas/
U jus/
anather chapter in tha gospel of judas/
mr bliss in death himself hu jus/
ushers heathers...im so fly theres n o flaw (floor) on the mic/
I take flite cos ma IQ so high: lyk i want a hit of wateva he's on/
my demons r blood demons (diamonds), they reside in seara leon/
smileless/ mc's are spineless/
cos they got skeletons in their closets/ clutses/
myne is in ma body/
wen INCA be blazin it, its bound to get bloody/
Involunteraly start brawls/
I walk thru nano walls/
calculate INCA's quentisency on one line/
like rubika, im anarchy online/
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King Midas golden hands dance to da silence/
House of flying daggers that adhears to da violence/
Land ma** continents ash volcanic islands/
Bolsovic tyrants pilots paciffic pirates/
Advancing on Myans on da bridge of bringing science/
Debonairre diamonds dabble in dual devices/
Crossed da 7 seas to emancipate spices/
Himalayan yaks & African plain bisons/
Hollifield ears biten off by Mike Tyson/
Pied piper flute blower holds da rat license/
And @ once become iller/
Than siamese twins when one's a priest & one's a killer/
EMP's was driven back by demand/
Tells compulsive lies to a fact finding man/
Bi-semetrics towers over giants of dianetics/
Pyro-techniques sugar levels of diabetics/
Cybernetics that can fire entire ethics/
Retire sceptics medics connect to higher efforts/
Diabolical nooses rough 'round da edges/
Shit coloured & covered in brown sound emblems/
Pay pennance take note of home wrecking tennants/
I Rafael Nadal as well as i play tennis/
Impossible mind menace of Dennis in stripes/
Next door to Mr. Wilson's methemphetamine pipes//
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King Midas golden hands dance to da silence/
House of flying daggers that adhears to da violence/
Land ma** continents ash volcanic islands/
Bolsovic tyrants pilots paciffic pirates/
Advancing on Myans on da bridge of bringing science/
Debonairre diamonds dabble in dual devices/
Crossed da 7 seas to emancipate spices/
Himalayan yaks & African plain bisons/
Hollifield ears biten off by Mike Tyson/
Pied piper flute blower holds da rat license/
And @ once become iller/
Than siamese twins when one's a priest & one's a killer/
EMP's was driven back by demand/
Tells compulsive lies to a fact finding man/
Bi-semetrics towers over giants of dianetics/
Pyro-techniques sugar levels of diabetics/
Cybernetics that can fire entire ethics/
Retire sceptics medics connect to higher efforts/
Diabolical nooses rough 'round da edges/
Shit coloured & covered in brown sound emblems/
Pay pennance take note of home wrecking tennants/
I Rafael Nadal as well as i play tennis/
Impossible mind menace of Dennis in stripes/
Next door to Mr. Wilson's methemphetamine pipes//
.....clapping hands....nice...yo bat, check out 'Gimme a word' n do wat u do...halla..
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I did research discovered facts covered my tracks/
Nothing i say now's unfounded so i'm hoping u'll match/
But da bullshit u rehash makes Hulk wanna smash/
Untill da gamma rays exits from da bulk o' your a**/
Donnie does doom during day deafening boom/
But it was midnight when i finally stepped in da room/
To cosume aplume dark side o' da moon/
They had eyes on my lift off desired my zoom/
I'm a monsterous goon one o' da immune plattoon/
U can a**ume woteva u want continue to front/
I make bitches stand abreast of a cancerous lump/
I'm like da gas that u inhale from an ashmatic pump/
I'm da elastic in a bungee cord that allows u to jump/
While youe rebuttle becomes more addicted to funds/
I made my verbals so obese that i'm a part of da Klumps/
And i can live without da organs like my heart & my lungs/
I will not starve cos i can eat my kidneys for lunch/
My table manners are gross i mostly gobble da chunks//
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Inca and Greenbat that was proper rhymes there!!!!
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I spit lyrics of irrelevance which is lol.But I inspire emcee to come down 2 da south!!So you all can be loud mouths of being fithy & dirrrrrty!!!Pmpl.
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Word?Word!
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yeah man those cats got nice rhymes, I mean I'm only 17 yrs old and already they are fighting with me lyrically.... I mean by the time I get to your age I'm gonna be more deadly than a poisinous atmosphere. DAMN and thanx 4 the attention guys you's too nice man.
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Life's a bitch thats why we're all sons of bitches/
We don't give a f*** cos all we want is the riches/
We're ghetto based criminals that sets us apart
from pussy mutha f***as second guessing their hearts/
We do prison terms for our violent ways/
We know crime pays especially @ da final stage/
Pay attention if u posess a mind that strays/
Our impatience don't adhear to time delays/
Nothing scares us nothing hurts us we immune to it all/
We're desenstized to da f***en point of withdrawl/
And we don't f*** wit cops they got us joined to da wall/
Jesus spoke all of our names but we avoided da call/
All we lack is role models & positve male figures/
Our negatives are stakes that impale these weak niggaz/
Who don't eat so their shape has da weight of stick figures/
Lightning fast motion we're thieves wit quick fingers/
And our thoughts speeds towards so that makes us quick thinkers//
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haha, yeah yeah! he.s back! mr greenback back in this bitch ;D
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Life's a bitch thats why we're all sons of bitches/
We don't give a f*** cos all we want is the riches/
We're ghetto based criminals that sets us apart
from pussy mutha f***as second guessing their hearts/
We do prison terms for our violent ways/
We know crime pays especially @ da final stage/
Pay attention if u posess a mind that strays/
Our impatience don't adhear to time delays/
Nothing scares us nothing hurts us we immune to it all/
We're desenstized to da f***en point of withdrawl/
And we don't f*** wit cops they got us joined to da wall/
Jesus spoke all of our names but we avoided da call/
All we lack is role models & positve male figures/
Our negatives are stakes that impale these weak niggaz/
Who don't eat so their shape has da weight of stick figures/
Lightning fast motion we're thieves wit quick fingers/
And our thoughts speeds towards so that makes us quick thinkers//
yho i been hearing cats sayin this nigga is back
but from what ive just read this kid is mega whack
this aint aint tite, the lyrics aint rite
f*** greenbat, i change the color to some blue bat
you want beef, halla so we can mic chat
you cat is lame more like dead corpse under a grave
you aint brave, ima lock you in my anus cage
f*** the game your linez cant match this pace
green my foot. when im rhyming like this im in no good
come out of the hood. lets handle this shit like we should
gimme 8 f***ing killer bars after you its my turn
but be warned, the bitch in you willl burn
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I tired of guys whose lies are told often bold face
dispose fakes with no trace, tag em' cold case
I'm P the Wyse, the sighs reveal my old age
glance at the air, I turn rain to snow flakes
snow flakes to hail, I impale wack rappers
outshine them on their track, I rap backwards
the mad hatter...I'll dig you a hole
extinguish your soul, then toss your body into black matter
I'm American raised...born with African roots
what I package is truth, y'all be packaging fruits
get battered and bruised, from the magic I use
ask Sam Bowie, you should never pa** on the dude
I only fear God...so nobody is scaring him
known to embarra** men, have em' hobbling like Merriman
you thought that you came dope,
P is rap's main hope
delivering a verse faster than Usain Bolt
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yo preverb
I am an apparition that appears in your nightmares
A beast of demolition creeping at you while you're unaware
Tidal wave retaliating for your every splish splash
I've made a gash with a slash of vigor
Your every thrash makes you look like dinner
Your inner being is a well of pain
Now insane you strain to hobble off
Cuz I've refrained to finish the job
Whoever's next, whoever's ready
I'm the baddest able rapper
You know you're a fool to take me dont test me
now im able to talk shit coz my mama made me
and i still shop at spar coz ma rap sales made me
but now cats like praveb battle me, shouldnt they praise me?
f*** all of your a**ociates with all'em fake braids
il infect all of your motherf***ers with aids
f*** you, you deceased, only yo bodys alive yo mind left ages agobcoz you smoke too much weed
nigga pliz, dont be diz. you look like you were eating gorrila cheese
stop raping words just live, you aint a rapper
you shud be out in the streets collecting paper
f*** yo whole family i can get up and say this daily
i bet your mamas name is sally, coz i used to f*** her a** down the valley
we jammmed early, and made a baby who now has a nerve to battle his own daddy
say his to daddy, im the reason for your existence
you bcoz of the energy in my sex glands
son, heres a tip from daddy : stop rapping and eat jelly
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Damn, wheres abominable snowman when you need him
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I hate emcees that make Hip Hop so conservative
They make me f***in' yawning cuz they're so funkin' boring
I remember da times I snatched microphones
They say dat da SOUTH ain't got no Hip Hop
Dat they here 2 make CRUNK music drop
But they got another thing coming
I'll make those yawning emcees runnin'
I'm from DA CAPE TOWN
I'm letting my eyebrows down
Yes my mouth will be Filthy Dirty
I'll make them count from one till thirty
This my conclusion fools
PLease do attend Hip Hop schools (LMAO)
So that Who Dat Mime can teach ya'll the Dirty Rules.
NB: Please do take this rhyme motha f***in' serious!!!
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yo preverb
I am an apparition that appears in your nightmares
A beast of demolition creeping at you while you're unaware
Tidal wave retaliating for your every splish splash
I've made a gash with a slash of vigor
Your every thrash makes you look like dinner
Your inner being is a well of pain
Now insane you strain to hobble off
Cuz I've refrained to finish the job
Whoever's next, whoever's ready
I'm the baddest able rapper
You know you're a fool to take me dont test me
now im able to talk shit coz my mama made me
and i still shop at spar coz ma rap sales made me
but now cats like praveb battle me, shouldnt they praise me?
f*** all of your a**ociates with all'em fake braids
il infect all of your motherf***ers with aids
f*** you, you deceased, only yo bodys alive yo mind left ages agobcoz you smoke too much weed
nigga pliz, dont be diz. you look like you were eating gorrila cheese
stop raping words just live, you aint a rapper
you shud be out in the streets collecting paper
f*** yo whole family i can get up and say this daily
i bet your mamas name is sally, coz i used to f*** her a** down the valley
we jammmed early, and made a baby who now has a nerve to battle his own daddy
say his to daddy, im the reason for your existence
you bcoz of the energy in my sex glands
son, heres a tip from daddy : stop rapping and eat jelly
wow,
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Enjoy this performance.
I'll be back Tommorow.
LMAO Very hard
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Day in day out everyday no doubt/
Lemme show u how i do my do now/
So many ways in i do amazing/
Shit that i'm raising's gotta be blazing/
I don't owe no one everything's paid off/
Say u got substance then show me wot u made of/
Homie don't play that we don't go way back/
Who drove u crazy?Who gave u that straight jack'/
Heard it's your last shot hope u don't make that/
Sign on da dotted line & then u can lay back/
Who brought da blaze back?Who would engage that?/
Was da name GreenBat?Was it da same cat?/
If not u got little chance to branch/
U want me gone?Then lemme see a show of hands/
On da guest spot getting me to throw off bands/
Spitting on fans after that throw 'em in vans/
Cos it's not about who knows wot or who knows who/
Man it's all about da red hot flows that u exposed to/
It's not about da f***ed up ways that i approach u/
It's not about da bulls eye markings that i'm close to/
It's all about da fact that i just engrossed u//
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Greenbat is keeping thing tight in here...
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Greenbat is keeping thing tight in here...
True dat, the swinging bat keeps hitting home runs...
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ayo green bat been hearing cats say you the best
that aint true, youz a rat, stop rap and go to hell and eat crap
youz fool, you probabley attended no school
respond to me and you dead, im the nightmare of your nuts
when i appear to you, youl have no guts
i penetrate your senses with my nonsense
f*** you to the grave il make you my slave
lock you up in my anus cage
a**hole.
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6 llines of strange
f***s up your dreams
make you live life with no plans
that's like seeing a gifted 10 year old pianist
searching for his hands
after the blast
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what's the word we're looking for?uhhn, DEPRESSING ;D
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I was actually having a good day
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hehehehe...i thought the mad rapper was gone... but he seems to be pulling a Lazarus on us. Stay dead and buried fool...
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/f***, im tired of this dude though. seriously now. It's enough
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just hittin a blunt then ill drop sum shit excuse typos
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its been awhile since i spit on the gateway but todays my africasgateway aniversery
so if im battling mad rapper i wont attack you personally i hit you wit flows so dope that they expose your absurdity for f***ing with the definition of diversity if battle ciphers were universities id get a thousand burseries for hurting emcees... if lyrics were mercenrys..
but these day i dont hit back with punchlines i hit cats with lines so tight they make you wish you could rap right, im 666 levels beneath lucifur enclose on foes with frozen cyphers
scripts rip through wigs like blue tip snipers fellowship of kids fliping chips for the piedpiper
im the one who flipped the scripts for your ghost writer, oh but thats only if you a dope ''rhymer''
yo im high and i am out. got tap my queen gotta have sweet dream :P
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Wish I was there Evil ;D
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Followers of da Golden Dawn beta be warned/
We came to flush out da swarms of reptillian forms/
From da 1st. centuary A.D theit quest began/
It seems somehow mankind got da best of man/
But it's a fine line between having demons in mind/
Their hearts don't pump blood so really wot they
bleeding is slime/
Sacrificial rituals da Devil exists & he would love to
play God @ woteva da risk/
His spawn are da children o' da genuine corn/
Fire & brimstone that scorches wit a genuine scorn/
So when da Gods founded Egypt they did it in secret/
Hyroglyphs pyramids papyrus leaflets/
Armageddon lives it's da final eclipse/
Judgement day was equipped from da time of Abyss/
Apartheid was tied in wit da K.K.K/
We know we're ancient so to da East we made our way/
Da Anunaki was persistant they would stay on our trail/
So that we'd lead to da cup that's holliest grail/
They will do so & so they will knowingly fail//
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Ok mad rapper it's on.U just f***ed wit da wrong cat.
So i'ma do this first i'ma diss u & then when i meet u in public i'll beat u da f*** up for good measure.Eitha way i can't lose.
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its been awhile since i spit on the gateway but todays my africasgateway aniversery
so if im battling mad rapper i wont attack you personally i hit you wit flows so dope that they expose your absurdity for f***ing with the definition of diversity if battle ciphers were universities id get a thousand burseries for hurting emcees... if lyrics were mercenrys..
but these day i dont hit back with punchlines i hit cats with lines so tight they make you wish you could rap right, im 666 levels beneath lucifur enclose on foes with frozen cyphers
scripts rip through wigs like blue tip snipers fellowship of kids fliping chips for the piedpiper
im the one who flipped the scripts for your ghost writer, oh but thats only if you a dope ''rhymer''
yo im high and i am out. got tap my queen gotta have sweet dream :P
Nice flow, especially bout the universities and bursaries, that was straight outta left field. Booya!! Nuff respect...
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I'm an emcee wot i post will make rappers mad/
U da a**hole that's probably wot makes u a fag/
I'm beta than u in every way i be supreme/
F.Y.I u safe behind your PC screen/
Bring it on if u wanna trade verses wit me/
Let's go onstage so i can diss u personally/
Face to face rip u to shreds woteva da case/
Anyone wit half a brain can claim they be insane/
This is cyber space mad rappers neva prevail/
I Generate Raw Energy Eventually New Bloods Arrive
To beat u extensively/
I neva said i was da best just way more advanced/
I got 2 words to describe u Gay & Entranced//
Mad Rapper me & u f***a it's on bitch.
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hey yho greenbat why dont you take someone at your own size?
ok here we go............
eliminate all those who retaliate
destroy and bury those who hate
even bats changed color to green bcoz of being lame
talking makes you stupid but actions proves your real personality
your verses lack sense, you are attacked by lyrical scarcity
mad raper sure is laughing, the only thing you rap about is fighting
stop rapping you only showing how stupid you are, you crap
and by the way what the f*** is a green bat?
no matter who you are but you sure deserve a powerfull left hand clap
these ag cats think they got it,you not even close of geting it
you lace challenges on rappers who are larger tha you
with those whack linez you wudnt make it in my weak rappers list
what you rap is more like rnb and less rap
a line full of threats dont make you a gangster
go attend vampire cla**es maybe you can be a slayer
i come through your mind like aids getting innto a dick
steal your brain and live you with a empty skull
you scaring kids away with that ugly a** face
you crap can not match with my universal pace
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Playing God
simialar to
Russsian Roulette
a show of total disrespect
and to your life
you might as well
shoot a chunk off from your shell
so if your bored take a premature visit to hell
but take your foes
along for company
my style shocked
God
and so he locked
me up to eternity
but I'll only break free
untill the Earth reaches puberty
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Milano flipped it
Time and again I see I gotta vomit on men
Cause it don't really seem that they acknowledge these gems
Give me seven days I write a whole ablum to press
Bet your thou(sand) on me and triple the amount that you spend
Fear us with a fountain pen take the feather an dip
Unless I'm out on the strip volcano leverage is Cris'
Mo(et) in the club bag me a roni and breeze
And if you hungry ma my timbs is macaroni and cheese
You know it's me Lan
The same old Arican cat
Got to thank my pops cause he on to still having his stacks
Pimped in and out of state shit he ???? that
I'm conning whitey out that cake down on Madison Ave
Now if you ain't copped my tape I should embara** your a**
Niggaz who copped the bootleg their fam cracked them in half
Like I didn't know it was Constantine
You better pardon the chief
Cause even worse I have ???? carding your seeds
Cause I don't like you
I'm about start charging niggaz to breath
Or paying a fee on any block they walk in Manhattan
Matter fact pack your bags and flee off my planet
Cause y'all mad I'm ????? and you just can't stand it
Deal with a feeling y'all niggaz ain't real appealing
street anthem got them amped hands near the ceiling
Milano shit feel it like Saprano hits
If y'all know it y'all niggaz ain't got no ends[x2]
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On some conceptual steez:
G.O.D Greatness of Domination/
Soul controller Globe revolver no argumentation/
Sees through a cons promise makes no conpromise/
Those who dare test get f***ed like being sodomise/
Society's your God Propriety's your Lord/
Perhaps should be ignored pressured by opinion/
Dictated into spaces regulated by expectation/
play the game dont go beyond the boundary/
For the you shall be Par(PA) to the God(GAD) like Staggie/
A blasphemous position you deserve persecution/
Cast out of the congregation fit for crucifiction/
No better than swine cast demons on to ya/
tale you to hell align you to Lucifer/
Thats the price you pay for a**erting the Goid in ya/
If not willing to sacrifice accept you r prisoner/
Spend your life in a cell arrested for being a killer (OF self)/
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IM THE DEFENITION OF ALL EVIL/
I KILL CATS LIKE GUNS AND NEEDLES,WHEN MINDS ARE FEEBLE/
I GIVE WACK EMCEES CHIVAZ LIKE REGAL/
IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THEN ASK YOUR PEOPLE/
IM WELL RESPECTED FOR RIPPING SESSIONS TO PERFECTION
NOT EVEN A CONTORTIONIST COULD CONCIEVE MY COMPLEXING FLEXING,/
WHEN HEXING "HENCHMEN" IN THERE OWN SECTIONS, FOR PRETENDING TO BE DOPE/
ROLE MY WEED WIT EMCEES, THEY BLEED SMOKE,/
TRY TO ESCAPE THE BATTLE BUT IT ATTACKS FROM ALL ANGLES
TRAPPED BY PHANTASMAGORICAL SHAKLES AROUND MY ANKLES
HYPNOTISED BY HI HAT AND SAMPLES, PUNCHLINES ARE AMPLE
PURE EXAMPLE OF THE DOPEST PRECISION IN MOTION AND RYTHEM
JUST HOPING YOU FEELING THE SHIT THAT IM SPILLING
THE QUICKEST OF VILLIANS WHEN SHIT HIT THE CEILING,
THE FACT IS, WHEN I ATTACK KIDS I CRACK WIGS WITH THE PHATNESS, ON BASELINES MY WORDS DO BACKFLIPS!
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IM THE DEFENITION OF ALL EVIL/
I KILL CATS LIKE GUNS AND NEEDLES,WHEN MINDS ARE FEEBLE/
I GIVE WACK EMCEES CHIVAZ LIKE REGAL/
IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THEN ASK YOUR PEOPLE/
IM WELL RESPECTED FOR RIPPING SESSIONS TO PERFECTION
NOT EVEN A CONTORTIONIST COULD CONCIEVE MY COMPLEXING FLEXING,/
WHEN HEXING "HENCHMEN" IN THERE OWN SECTIONS, FOR PRETENDING TO BE DOPE/
ROLE MY WEED WIT EMCEES, THEY BLEED SMOKE,/
TRY TO ESCAPE THE BATTLE BUT IT ATTACKS FROM ALL ANGLES
TRAPPED BY PHANTASMAGORICAL SHAKLES AROUND MY ANKLES
HYPNOTISED BY HI HAT AND SAMPLES, PUNCHLINES ARE AMPLE
PURE EXAMPLE OF THE DOPEST PRECISION IN MOTION AND RYTHEM
JUST HOPING YOU FEELING THE SHIT THAT IM SPILLING
THE QUICKEST OF VILLIANS WHEN SHIT HIT THE CEILING,
THE FACT IS, WHEN I ATTACK KIDS I CRACK WIGS WITH THE PHATNESS, ON BASELINES MY WORDS DO BACKFLIPS!
another victim of day by day readings of oxford dictionaries
mad rapper is back, its about time
this time around im hitting it with c-jay rhymez
accuse me of being him, i walk by your moms place and live it on steam
no nonsense makes sense, i bow down only to words with common sense
dont be fooled this aint a collabo, im just kicking it like thabo
ifought for hip hop, i was its missionary
killing and shooting cats who wrote linez using a dictionary
you no rap if you are crap, rap died after busta rhymez released make it clap
evil cats dont claim their cruelty its only those who have no loyalty
ive done rap many timez, i have even got my a** claped
but i have never seen a white cat wearin a blue hat
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IM THE DEFENITION OF ALL EVIL/
I KILL CATS LIKE GUNS AND NEEDLES,WHEN MINDS ARE FEEBLE/
I GIVE WACK EMCEES CHIVAZ LIKE REGAL/
IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THEN ASK YOUR PEOPLE/
IM WELL RESPECTED FOR RIPPING SESSIONS TO PERFECTION
NOT EVEN A CONTORTIONIST COULD CONCIEVE MY COMPLEXING FLEXING,/
WHEN HEXING "HENCHMEN" IN THERE OWN SECTIONS, FOR PRETENDING TO BE DOPE/
ROLE MY WEED WIT EMCEES, THEY BLEED SMOKE,/
TRY TO ESCAPE THE BATTLE BUT IT ATTACKS FROM ALL ANGLES
TRAPPED BY PHANTASMAGORICAL SHAKLES AROUND MY ANKLES
HYPNOTISED BY HI HAT AND SAMPLES, PUNCHLINES ARE AMPLE
PURE EXAMPLE OF THE DOPEST PRECISION IN MOTION AND RYTHEM
JUST HOPING YOU FEELING THE SHIT THAT IM SPILLING
THE QUICKEST OF VILLIANS WHEN SHIT HIT THE CEILING,
THE FACT IS, WHEN I ATTACK KIDS I CRACK WIGS WITH THE PHATNESS, ON BASELINES MY WORDS DO BACKFLIPS!
no nonsense makes sense, i bow down only to words with common sense
dont be fooled this aint a collabo, im just kicking it like thabo
ifought for hip hop, i was its missionary
killing and shooting cats who wrote linez using a dictionaryyou no rap if you
1: YOU COULDNT MAKE "SENCE" IF YOU SOLD STOCK SWEETS ON SIDE STREETS
2: I DONT USE DICTIONARYS TO WRITE MY SCRIPTS, MATTER OF FACT IT THOSE CATS THAT USE MY RAPS TO WRITE THEY SHITS"
3:I TOLD YOU I WONT BATTLE YOU MAD RAPPER, ID RATHER STICK MY DICK BETWEEN YOUR MOMS LIPS AND JAW TAP HER!
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I got it for real//
cyber junkies bout to witness the skill//make it rain coz
The saviour is here to walk on water again// :P
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IM THE DEFENITION OF ALL EVIL/
I KILL CATS LIKE GUNS AND NEEDLES,WHEN MINDS ARE FEEBLE/
I GIVE WACK EMCEES CHIVAZ LIKE REGAL/
IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THEN ASK YOUR PEOPLE/
IM WELL RESPECTED FOR RIPPING SESSIONS TO PERFECTION
NOT EVEN A CONTORTIONIST COULD CONCIEVE MY COMPLEXING FLEXING,/
WHEN HEXING "HENCHMEN" IN THERE OWN SECTIONS, FOR PRETENDING TO BE DOPE/
ROLE MY WEED WIT EMCEES, THEY BLEED SMOKE,/
TRY TO ESCAPE THE BATTLE BUT IT ATTACKS FROM ALL ANGLES
TRAPPED BY PHANTASMAGORICAL SHAKLES AROUND MY ANKLES
HYPNOTISED BY HI HAT AND SAMPLES, PUNCHLINES ARE AMPLE
PURE EXAMPLE OF THE DOPEST PRECISION IN MOTION AND RYTHEM
JUST HOPING YOU FEELING THE SHIT THAT IM SPILLING
THE QUICKEST OF VILLIANS WHEN SHIT HIT THE CEILING,
THE FACT IS, WHEN I ATTACK KIDS I CRACK WIGS WITH THE PHATNESS, ON BASELINES MY WORDS DO BACKFLIPS!
no nonsense makes sense, i bow down only to words with common sense
dont be fooled this aint a collabo, im just kicking it like thabo
ifought for hip hop, i was its missionary
killing and shooting cats who wrote linez using a dictionaryyou no rap if you
1: YOU COULDNT MAKE "SENCE" IF YOU SOLD STOCK SWEETS ON SIDE STREETS
2: I DONT USE DICTIONARYS TO WRITE MY SCRIPTS, MATTER OF FACT IT THOSE CATS THAT USE MY RAPS TO WRITE THEY SHITS"
3:I TOLD YOU I WONT BATTLE YOU MAD RAPPER, ID RATHER STICK MY DICK BETWEEN YOUR MOMS LIPS AND JAW TAP HER!
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this cat dude is seriously gay. mad raper kicked your a** cat
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;D :D WELL BOYS IT COOL KEEP ON JUMPING CAUSE U MAKE SMILE BUT I LOVE IT U NO WHAT I THINK WE SHOULD DO IT AGIAN SO I CAN POISON MY EYES AND EARS WITH YOUR MUSIC JOKING!!! IT BEST FOR TO INTRO MYSELF I AM MANAGING F EEZY SO I LOVE WHAT YOU ARE DOING MAYBE WE CAN MEET AS EEZY IS BACK SOOOOON!!! WITH THE SECOUND KILLER CD
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Welcome gogie. hope you enjoy ag...... request. please stop writting in caps. its quite annoyin
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In the hood, you can catch me starting a movement/
in front of the shuttle, man im in front of the music/
In the hood, i could get heated if i want to/
blow off steam coz its dark times when the hood is above you/
This the same place where many legends died/
caps got popped and liquids started leaking,
from cats that tried to make the hood rise/
In the hood, its not a nice place to live in,
you could lose the spark thats why getting turned on is a mission/
In the hood, the struggle to move could teach you a lesson/
coz you lose value, n your worth is old money like a pension/
In the hood im like oil, easing the tension/
making a progression, applying my service/
and once i do rise/
thats when you realise im an engine/
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Havent posted in a LONG LONG time and im about to hit my 1000th post!!!! 8) so here goes.
From the cla** of '06, the phase of the best days//
and only the FLYest peeps like me got stuck to this WEBpage//
now its infested with e-thugs who fear this digital murder//
so i make em pay to battle, beef with me is expensive like steers burgers//
almost on the milenium post, and im aiming higher//
pea shooting with petrol in my pen, im spitting fire//
Some peeps forever battling here, but never get stronger//
so imma stomp KNOWLEDGE on these Midgets till they no(know) longer//
till i reach 1000, ag stays tense//
like a wishing well i'll forever make sense (cents)//
in conclusion, i dont yell sucka mc's coz im RUN DMC//
I yell SUCKA MC'S coz I RUN-D-MC!!!!!!!!!!!!!//////
WHUT!!!!
this is actually quite fun. ;D
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Thats tyt dawg..
props for reaching a thousand, and you dont gota bold your letters or put brackets to your punchlines we get you...
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ayo
its c-jay rhymez holding it real tight in punchlinez
is ag time, rocking with spongebob and volatyl on the shine
hip hop is on the rise we bringin only te ones certified as fine
no more whack mcees, off the net go wathc tv
volatyl and c jay we keeping it local
dont test the negative we hit you with evil vocals
ag is back we keeping it tight and we delete the whack
cut the crap, the flossin and the frontin
cjay rhymez is about to come at ya poppin
cocaine on my pockets
get arrrested and bribe a cop to terminate the evidence dockest
we the future come at us youl be a victim of torture
no more hoe and chick talk
whack cats beter start the walk lead by stalker
cjay deep down on ebay, sold 5 plat chains to a chinese sensai
we back we still rock, the top dog
aight!!!!!!
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Thats tyt dawg..
props for reaching a thousand, and you gota bold your letters or put brackets to your punchlines we get you...
Thanx fa the props and about the bold words and brackets, I dont post here much so i dont know these things. (even though its my thread ;D)
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I see dead people, the future holds wars//
death talks by politicians, ready to remorse//
JZ corruption, a**umption is he the next pres//
Death stares, dead glares, man im dead scared//
kill for Zuma, f*** the law//
f*** the po po, cuffs and all//
guns spray like graffiti on the wall//
In all the commotion, i ask where's the Lord//
The devil draws deciet on the recipt of the cost of living and//
His Earthly advocate recieves the profits and dividends//
Satan speaks with split tongue of those snakes slithering//
from good to evil, JZ be delivering//
Just a quick free :-\ nun special.
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I see dead people, the future holds wars//
death talks by politicians, ready to remorse//
JZ corruption, a**umption is he the next pres//
Death stares, dead glares, man im dead scared//
kill for Zuma, f*** the law//
f*** the po po, cuffs and all//
guns spray like graffiti on the wall//
In all the commotion, i ask where's the Lord//
The devil draws deciet on the recipt of the cost of living and//
His Earthly advocate recieves the profits and dividends//
Satan speaks with split tongue of those snakes slithering//
from good to evil, JZ be delivering//
Just a quick free :-\ nun special.
no doubt no doubt man you killing it, lemme spice it up..
yho we fight political wars becoz of some duez who brake the law
tvee journalists busy on jz, kill this cat with my weapon of choice, a jigsaw
corruption,eruption why didnt this cats mom go for abortion?
we victims of rising energy prices
we live in cold houses with no roofs like we lykens
f*** the anc we dont need old criminals
no more rights and wrong i end this war
i feel like braking a politicians jaw
we dont need a**hole we minds that are raw
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I see dead people, the future holds wars//
death talks by politicians, ready to remorse//
JZ corruption, a**umption is he the next pres//
Death stares, dead glares, man im dead scared//
kill for Zuma, f*** the law//
f*** the po po, cuffs and all//
guns spray like graffiti on the wall//
In all the commotion, i ask where's the Lord//
The devil draws deciet on the recipt of the cost of living and//
His Earthly advocate recieves the profits and dividends//
Satan speaks with split tongue of those snakes slithering//
from good to evil, JZ be delivering//
that line i bolded looks familiar 8)
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I see dead people, the future holds wars//
death talks by politicians, ready to remorse//
JZ corruption, a**umption is he the next pres//
Death stares, dead glares, man im dead scared//
kill for Zuma, f*** the law//
f*** the po po, cuffs and all//
guns spray like graffiti on the wall//
In all the commotion, i ask where's the Lord//
The devil draws deciet on the recipt of the cost of living and//
His Earthly advocate recieves the profits and dividends//
Satan speaks with split tongue of those snakes slithering//
from good to evil, JZ be delivering//
that line i bolded looks familiar 8)
its your line why dont you punish him for using it in his rhyme
be thankfull you on the market coz now a few ponies know your as racket
now stop being a child before my a** goes wild
my dick up in your right ear and my finger in your belly button
chop of your intestines and turn em to mutton
dont get jelous volatyl you sounding more like a dead tree epicotyl
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I see dead people, the future holds wars//
death talks by politicians, ready to remorse//
JZ corruption, a**umption is he the next pres//
Death stares, dead glares, man im dead scared//
kill for Zuma, f*** the law//
f*** the po po, cuffs and all//
guns spray like graffiti on the wall//
In all the commotion, i ask where's the Lord//
The devil draws deciet on the recipt of the cost of living and//
His Earthly advocate recieves the profits and dividends//
Satan speaks with split tongue of those snakes slithering//
from good to evil, JZ be delivering//
that line i bolded looks familiar 8)
What? You think im biting???
I dont know how to prove i didnt, all i can give you is my word.
Plus i only noticed your line now when you pointed mine out
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According to AG hu's got the rights to that line: volatyl.
Punishment time.
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ill battle for freedom then. and i wasnt biting!
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c-jay rhymez?Nah more like c-gay rhymez/
Da reason da Bat's back is to change todays minds/
U ain't got punchlines like mine even if u tried/
U neva be my size cos it would leave your brains fried/
I like 2 picked on that means that i'm ill/
That also means u weak bitches outthere fearing my skill//
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c-jay rhymez?Nah more like c-gay rhymez/
Da reason da Bat's back is to change todays minds/
U ain't got punchlines like mine even if u tried/
U neva be my size cos it would leave your brains fried/
I like 2 picked on that means that i'm ill/
That also means u weak bitches outthere fearing my skill//
green bat i give you a bet not a b.e.t/
ima have no mercy on you you gonna wish you were sixteen/
youl change color to blue, cut the green/
how many times have you battled me/
and how many times you have won?, none/
your rapping makes me believe you are one years old and with you im done/
birds like you dont fly/
i kill em with lyrics they slowly die/
f*** greenbat
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You won?U coulda fooled me/
What did u win?/
U couldn't change my colour green/
Untill u admit u a Queen/
c-jay u'd have to go run on a f-en da freeway/
Get youself a Dj maybe then u'll be less gay/
I'm fresh to death i'll put your fresh to rest/
U could not stand da test if i made u a guest/
U haven't battled as long as u say u have/
U's a joke u make me laugh @ da rest 'o your staff/
Little bitch that u are u could not be on par/
God damn i'll leave u open like i'll leave u ajar//
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A verse, a script, a track, i'll write it black/
My line, will stun, a pun, yo skull will crack/
You still a quack, fight me I will pack/
You just a snack, no back bone or a neck/
well take a nap, you just a clone not an act/
man you too weak, i won't fist, i will slap/
extract amap make way for me to clap/
8 bars to tell you that SARCASTIC is back/
TAKE NOTE & WATCH THIS SPACE
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You sing a song for instance/
That show sicker symtoms/
I wordplay dimensions all ova da worst/
That snowballs & rolls down a mountain on Earth/
Yo i plant letter seeds so my mouth sprouts words/
You ain't heard that them white coats'll take u away/
Lock u up long enough it'll make u insane/
& yet an ape has da same make & shape of your brain/
In a drain sewer doer like Sadam Hussien/
Da impact was so sudden on Southern terrain/
You were known to spread blame when u entered da frame/
I'm in O.T u was @ da end o' da game/
Wit a semblance of a purpose like citizen Kane/
Sniffing octane sipping on barley & grain/
Getting drunk untill u wanna jump da gun/
I gotta hunch that somebody wanna feel me punch/
Like a bunch o' hard rocks took control of your lunch/
Made your tummy turn feeling like u over-indulged/
There's no time like da present left to do it to death/
But it's too bad u got boo-ed & it ruined your rep/
Pretty soon u'll drop dead wot do u wanna bet?/
That it's gonna be a Bat hitting u in da head//
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CLa**IC
Like nike in 72 Im cla**ic
I show it through my style of rappin'
Keep peeps in suspense, keep 'em askin
Rhymes magnetic, keep people attracted
Holdin' on, to my everyletter, coz I only reveal a fraction
Call me the imagechef, I cook food for thought
Mouthwatering, like a 5 course
Cla**ic like 36 in SA's favourite tomatoe souce
Cla**ic, like young miss Diana Ross
Cla**ic, like the year of the first Porsche
The reason Im so ill is coz I keep it cla**y
Nobody out there could come close or even match this
I keep ya face light up like matches
I paint pictures through speeches my flows art
I keep it simple yet pa**ionate, modern day Mozart
The poster boy for nonchalant things envougue
Fresh, the way I set things in mode
My whole lifes a kodak, so ill I forget to pose
Subliminal raps come so easy I forget to flow
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CLa**IC
Like nike in 72 Im cla**ic
I show it through my style of rappin'
Keep peeps in suspense, keep 'em askin
Rhymes magnetic, keep people attracted
Holdin' on, to my everyletter, coz I only reveal a fraction
Call me the imagechef, I cook food for thought
Mouthwatering, like a 5 course
Cla**ic like 36 in SA's favourite tomatoe souce
Cla**ic, like young miss Diana Ross
Cla**ic, like the year of the first Porsche
The reason Im so ill is coz I keep it cla**y
Nobody out there could come close or even match this
I keep ya face light up like matches
I paint pictures through speeches my flows art
I keep it simple yet pa**ionate, modern day Mozart
The poster boy for nonchalant things envougue
Fresh, the way I set things in mode
My whole lifes a kodak, so ill I forget to pose
Subliminal raps come so easy I forget to flow
Yeah yeah i'm feeling this verse right thurr U killed it man; "I paint pictures through speeches my flows art/I keep it simple yet pa**ionate, modern day Mozart/"Thaz wot i'm tokn 'bout big up!
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:D
wow! theres sum real wack rappers out there
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:D
wow! theres sum real wack rappers out there
I'm guessing you tight then. Show us what you got then
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Yep Didnt think so :) ^^^^
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stop hating >:(
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stop hating >:(
Me???
I'm just tryna stop other people from hating.
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HATER ON THE LOOSE, THERES A HATER ON THE LOOSE
SOMEBODY MUSTA LET THAT HATER OF HIS NOOSE
YO GREENBAT THANKS FOR THE PROPS AND ONEKIND TOO.......
HIP-HOP IS US
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YO Z- i feel too many haters. big ups to Green Bat.
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Money I hope you aint being sarcastic.......LOL (get it)
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My late night punchlines i scripted on nightshifts/
Epileptic methods how i suffer from tight fits/
From Monday to Sunday i stay da likes/
24/7 365 days on mics/
I go without sleep my eyes is of da Asian type/
It's all relative like family on occasion might/
Go all out neva that so-so to slow down/
I came out da booth using abusive pro-nouns/
Samuri showdowns wit maniac clowns/
My skillz is up for cities ya'll showing me towns/
I'll make whoeva's King wanna pay me in crowns/
While i shoot 'em up bitch have your baby & bounce/
Crawl on all 4's go do a lyrical crouch/
Cos getting kicked in da nuts is a bit of an ouch/
Son da symbolism therein can fit in a pouch/
Wot i'm really 'bout to do now's to sit on a couch/
Maybe even have a bed i mean live in a house/
I'm a mismatch i'm failing to live with a spouse/
Cos writing rhymes & rhyming's all that get me aroused/
That's why i say f*** alot to da pussies i found/
Yo i bully back Rap doesn't push me around//
Word ya'll this be part of da Skill Killahs Collective.Want in?
You know wot to do Peace!
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Its so true
I gotta admit it Im so cool
The ice in my pinky is so blue
Non believers have no clue
How the hell I came through
How I took one and made two
Now Im praised by the same fools
Actin like we came from the same school
I only succeed coz Im made to
& the success is just an accessory
A bi-product of the victories
Coz I pack heat like techs on the dresser beamed
on guards outside a national treasury
Ready to shoot A Before Ceeing Da Enemey First Grab Heat
I dont even try to rhyme I just set it free
Im sick to the last one Alphabeticaly
& dont ever test it
or second guess it
Im the wrong trip wire to mess with
Tug me and the tech spits
Like I was born just to wreck shit
Im thee, and can never be ressurected
Nobody could body me Im perplex kid
I throw pebbles at minds to stone lines and rock rhymes
Like I got tripple pnuemonia Im three times iller inbetween lines
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I got mad haters ridin dick
no click, sole a**a**in, got Dj's scratchin em off like a tick
Too many rappers on that ill tip
I toss it in the air and watch em flip
Cape to Cairo
I'm that new pyro
I stack bundles
I'm on the money everytime, got you thinkin I'm Mboweni
with a rep that stretches from J-sec to kabokweni
I'm so sick
Ne-yo f*** took it from me
got grown men hopin for a 2nd childhood,
wantin to be like me when they grow up
landmine,
best not be in the way when I blow up
coz I'm takin your limbs with me ;)
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I'll let u see da upclose picture my art knows/
My crimes are so intense i get sick o' these nark shows/
I walk a fine line between fiction & fact/
Like when i death rap i'm sticking icepicks in your cap//
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I laugh at some of the niggaz in my life
Who act friend but play trife
Then when days are black they exit the site
But let the sun come out again, be act like we tight
Some niggaz is nothin' but a weak hype
But this is why every man has to plan to reach hIs own heights
Coz expecting help from shady characters is asking for a plight
Its either you punchin' or you blockin, this life is a fight
------------REAL TALK-----------------------
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I blast open mics whether invited or not/
trample my opponent even the viewers of-course//
snipe a trusted sniper and burn the fire fighters/
haters get incacerated, dicapitated and then fed to dozens of rockwiders//
if you think you cool (Z-DIGITAL) , U get thrown at the sun's epicenter/
survive that, then you get to throw only ten tantrums//
kid you whack, admit it, u still wouldn't be sweet spittin over candy bars/
Im a cannibal/ you harmless, a toothless herbivore//
this grown man bussiness, so go chop foreskin/
you better off pretending to be dope wacthing SHIZ-NIZ//
you damn right you fool, you won't resurrect from this lyrical abolishiment/
show you the existence of big pun with this capital punishment//
;)
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I ddare you to replie PUNK... >:(
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Damn you gotta lot of beef
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I see my name coming outta 2 cats for no reason.
"If it aint directly at me I cant respect it"
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----------on some ol' school 2002 Vintage Digi tip-------------------
I rhyme over anything including emcees
I spit cold enough to make the waters in your body freeze
You know the scene is bound to be abscene with me in the scene
The only peace I carry I use to delete emcees
Raps been in my blood since nurses cut my ambilical
So I picked up the mic cord instead & reconnected on the lyrical
Gave myself a nickname then changed it to Digital
If there is anyone higher Im that dudes pinnical
Chances of any being better are minimal
I'll only quit raping when black women start wearing their own hair
Im the king of this thrown with no heir
Everything I spit remains cla**ic through time, like nike airs
Im the type of emcee that kicks rhymes with both pairs
Compare me to a half cooked steak, Im that rareLately I been flowing so much niggaz have to grow gills
Poeple drown when my flows spill
Dont push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....
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I blast open mics whether invited or not/
trample my opponent even the viewers of-course//
snipe a trusted sniper and burn the fire fighters/
haters get incacerated, dicapitated and then fed to dozens of rockwiders//
if you think you cool (Z-DIGITAL) , U get thrown at the sun's epicenter/
survive that, then you get to throw only ten tantrums//
kid you whack, admit it, u still wouldn't be sweet spittin over candy bars/
Im a cannibal/ you harmless, a toothless herbivore//
this grown man bussiness, so go chop foreskin/
you better off pretending to be dope wacthing SHIZ-NIZ//
you damn right you fool, you won't resurrect from this lyrical abolishiment/
show you the existence of big pun with this capital punishment//
;)
Dude I guess since my level of double entendre was a lil' too much for you I wont go too far into a reply at all I'll just highlight a few things that'll show that you reply lacked understanding and technique.....I've highlighted what you wrote and what I origionally wrote that you replied to.
Its so true
I gotta admit it Im so cool
The ice in my pinky is so blue
Non believers have no clue
How the hell I came through
How I took one and made two
I understand it might take some time till it hits you....but try concentrate your energy on the bold and italics parts.....I'll leave you to it then.
Your nice emcee keep it that way.
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OKAY DAWG... so you think you cool... we'll settle like men ... l8r
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OKAY DAWG... so you think you cool... we'll settle like men ... l8r
Its so true
I gotta admit it Im so cool
Dude do you think a battle is such a good Idea I mean you asked me a question that you've allready replied to. Wouldn'ta writen it if I didn't think it.
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nothin to do ona sunday morning. just thought i'd come up with a lil sum
Person1:
It was all good just a week ago, when yo career was feasable//
and now it's too late to leave, unreleased turned into unreleasable//
am i unreasonable?, fine leave at will//
but you like an unborn baby, cutting your own ambilicle//
Person2:
imbicile,i am my own master, and i own my own masters//
till im living in my own home, till i wrote my masters//
pastors, reading the pa**age, coming of age, write off the pa**age//
is where the situation gets draztik, and my resistance is not pa**ive//
P1:
it's just a stage, get past it, or fail like dick dastard bastard//
statistics is balistic, you only high when the spliffs lit//
when shit gets tough, better get your steppin//
or get your heart stabbed in witha sharp weapon//
P2:
death threats, from dead vets, best step//
or your own threats will have you on yo death bed//
extra linen, for yo killing, dont wanna be one to be sinning//
but ill have yo casket in the synagogue, with angels singing//
P1
an eye for an eye , leaves one 'I' in we//
fight for yo life son, dont fight with me//
life's price is high indeed, for yours the Reaper'll co-sign wit me//
f*** the cost of living, i'll have you die for free//
Narrator
two shots two deaths, life's too unreasonable//
you too enter life, but life aint unleavable//
Saw 1, Saw 2 life's gone, again life aint keepable//
never saw this coming, it was all good just a week ago//
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Nice money...........you doing thta hip-hop theatre shit, I had a crash course on thta shit earlier this year.......thats some mo' dope boy fresh shit...........
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LOL..... IS Z-DIGITAL ON LINE>>>?
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LOL..... IS Z-DIGITAL ON LINE>>>?
What a random question to ask??? Why DO you ask anyway ???
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hey yo, bitches and balls what da deal yo!!
So niceness up in here . It's been a minute since I let loose.
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Among pussies in comes the male flower
Throwing dick at women like its a brain dojo
So many of you suck & the game remains so so
Telling fictitious stories, like y'work for the po-po
& ya'll shit got bite marks like a Steve Jobs logo
Ya'll follow dumb shit like trends were set by Mr Frodo
Yet Im here, the last one, like a choc in pack of Rolos
The one man a** kickin' army, yep !!!, y'could call me Solo
& the bitches want me on 'em like Im a pair of Manolos
Coz I give rhymes out for free & this be another promo
I got a lotta haters on my back but Im pulling through like Joahna Lomo
& ya'll gonna remember my dna in ya music like I was Sonny Bono
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an a**asin that snipes a sniper/
view at a 3rd and fry the burned remains of a fire fighter//
innocence is void as i run thru yo toro like a viper/
you sort of an idol/
positioned at the moon as my metal plate pierce thru yo eyeball//
OH THATS A BULLET/
I should went half an inch wide & take only you ear off, You useless/
pathetic and stupid/
i slice yo manhood off with an arrow i took from cupid//
you not a man with out yo balls, you cant score to make it even/
multiply your bones by 4 cos im'a break'em like steven//
your click, shaking and they weeping/
your blood, painting up aseason/
proppellers dicapitating and thats for a reason//
im speakin, a place of safety you better seek when im speechin/
im no costal Mc so stop with the beachin//
unless you wanna see the scene of chin meetin you yo spine/
or your chick licking on mine/
quit rap or ima make i fracture your mind// Ma'fofo
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Back on that shit u dig I will never slack/ what u do is not even rap/mic check,im on air as if I live in space/ 4 me this is fate/I’m a bad influence 2 saints/ virgins get laid/ enemies get slained/I brake every law of da states/ in this place I stimulate debates, gays when they c me they act straight/ I be like this till my head turns grey/ like Ferrari I’m about fast lanes/I wanna build Rome in a day, since I have no place 2 stay/ my situation is da only scar left of 1976 slaves/ like them we got 2 be brave/ 4 our sons, don’t be afraid/ 2 live our lifes in da front lines and get paid/wake up to a hey-day/ like hobo’s I’m waiting 4 change/ now and then shit get strange/ under da face of da sun, down to earth/ u feel my pain if u ghetto and black/hope u get da shit I stress/ I wish 4 bliss, blessings/ help me pull strings/G sex is da way to life/ are u on my side/I don’t give a f***/ u can shine I w’ll b da one who see da lite,u be left in da dark/u be left behind-im like a lightning spark/ I will be gone in a flash/ I’m a beast u be torn in a sec/ 4 da skills u lack/ bad lies is what u being fed/ and their da only reason u go to church/ I’ll rather be a mess/ than being a part of da lost ma**/ like lost weight/ after da buzz on da chart u start to fade/ what da f*** what am i on about?/is it profound as it is pronounced/ is just of da dome/ does it show that I’m grown?/I mean I’m my thoughts and thoughts are things and things are dreams/ all im saying is u have something better than dreams/ok do we have theme…/f*** is just a freestyle even if I cant swim/ I developed a new league/ that’s why ya call me sick/ya not hard like moffies erection,u can’t stand a chance even if it had legs/ how can da dead rest in peace if their looking after us/ as ancestors/ don’t ever test me, my iq is double yours/ lacing dope metaphors/ 4 da course/ following da higher force/ follow me I’m a path 4 da lost/leader of da gods/the is no hope in a critic speech/ like a waiter in this u might get a tip/ mc they did that’s why they called it quits/ try me on tracks u will c ya not fit/
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Whats this? a bible verse?... i knw jesus but i thod he wouldn't join AG.
im kiddin man nice VERSE :D
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My life, is my mic my wife
My hype is my sight my fight
For my flight or plight its my right
My brawls my falls its my call
My hoes my foes my blows
My name my game its how it goes
My shows, my flows, my doe
My bacardi my party my moe
My cheques my jets and Rollios
My pace my race my tours
My this my that my rap
My story my woes my glory
My hustle my muscle my struggle
My pains my gains my aims
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Am I insane talent or mad skill
Coz I attract honeys just by my dress appeal
Evisu jeans and ice-creams cover my heels
If it aint a B with wings it aint the right automobile
Doors kill themselves everytime I step out
Flashing lights, honeys wit big boobs givin' me shouts
Greeted with red ruggs, no carpet stains no grout
Groupies givin' me looks that say please put your dick in my mouth
Dreads braided, lense in my sonnys faded
Twinkles in both ears insert fear in the heart of haters
Fresh cologne Armani Code letting 'em smell what great is
Hit the bar, clear my throat & ask where the Ace of spades is
Drinkin' things that let you know that I made it
Keep a low profile, remain under rated
Yet everything they game I already over played it
No punchlines in this straight swag talk
Few similes no metaphors coz you hearin it from the Boss
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An open mic set? I invade, open and then set it/
So much expertise no retards will ever get it/
A chick with a veteran’s flow, thats when rap it/
Should I continue with it ? Nuh jus break the record/
The First human being to finger roll the universe/
perversely rip your entire into shreds/
U should've said im uninvited to this thread/
Now im gonna reveal my unwanted self and everyone dead/
My skill is one big mimosa, sum hard shit/
To test me you'all have to weigh your dicks/
and create a heavy scene in pron flix/
kids are easily eaten in the morn like corn flakes/
this was not a verse, it was sumthin i qouted 4rm my lil sista/
wait untill she's bigger/ she be iller/
By then ill definately be a rhyme griller/
a mic killer at my age, i shouldn't be called the blood spiller//
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I da youngest best rapper alive/ Il slice u Mother f***erz wit a butcher knife/ 2 show u dat dis world is mine/ all u niggaz beta hide/ b4 i dnt tortue u n put ur head in a hive/ ur whole family iz underground evan ur pops wrks in a mine/ dis iz my time/ im da king of undaground/ wen my mixtape cum owt yall headz gna bow
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I da youngest best rapper alive/ Il slice u Mother f***erz wit a butcher knife/ 2 show u dat dis world is mine/ all u niggaz beta hide/ b4 i dnt tortue u n put ur head in a hive/ ur whole family iz underground evan ur pops wrks in a mine/ dis iz my time/ im da king of undaground/ wen my mixtape cum owt yall headz gna bow
I thought you weren't gonna rap in the mixtape?
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It dependz if im in da mood
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An open mic set? I invade, open and then set it/
So much expertise no retards will ever get it/
A chick with a veteran’s flow, thats when rap it/
Should I continue with it ? Nuh jus break the record/
The First human being to finger roll the universe/
perversely rip your entire into shreds/
U should've said im uninvited to this thread/
Now im gonna reveal my unwanted self and everyone dead/
My skill is one big mimosa, sum hard shit/
To test me you'all have to weigh your dicks/
and create a heavy scene in pron flix/
kids are easily eaten in the morn like corn flakes/
this was not a verse, it was sumthin i qouted 4rm my lil sista/
wait untill she's bigger/ she be iller/
By then ill definately be a rhyme griller/
a mic killer at my age, i shouldn't be called the blood spiller//
Did u really hav to include that...twas a nyc clean introduction until that...
Wud luv to hear wat u sound lyk on a track...
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To test me you'all have to weigh your dicks/
and create a heavy scene in pron flix/
Did u really hav to include that...twas a nyc clean introduction until that...
Wud luv to hear wat u sound lyk on a track...
I really didn't... but i did...
and OH! i haven't recorded yet... I only perform my tracks.
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female mcee's almost always add tht hardcore sexual element,
7sense,wts ur take on ths?
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Emancipation freedom da proclamation/
Da needs of da population ignited da confrontation/
Stop da violence!If we but could/
We'd be a forrest instead of this cheap chop wood/
We cut big axe to little axe riddled wit tax/
We're eating big macs so legally we living off fats/
& we're thin in da proportion of giving off stacks/
We staggered blindly while all da while setting off traps/
Slaving's broad based ther's many ways of getting da cash/
Da more it takes it has da more it's sweating your a**/
After they've used you up they'll stop wit da "letting you pa**"/
Cos only them's allowed where da fence is around/
Wit a big ol' "KEEP OUT" sign posted outside/
While they syphon off & suck on da host of our pride/
We da most spied most tied & most denied/
We're like da cow pied victims of da "Now Devide"/
Arrived right on time for them to view oyr rowdy side/
Think about it why we crowded?Why are we plenty?/
Why will many not be guided by wot they sense & see?/
Polite society where ladies & gents agree on more surveilence
that locks in da lens on we/
A real mobscene i brought along some friends wit me/
We're all stoked to go on an offensive spree//
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[size=10pt]I'm tha King of smileys.
I'm more freshier than platinum itself.
Holler @ this smiley when u see his AVATAR!!![/size][/b]
NB: Holler @ me
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::) ::) ::)
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I see you're a hardcore Female emcee
Bullshit lyrics can crap be
But still I respect female emcees
But still u need balls talking about dick's. (LOL)
Grap my cock in a public toilet & rhyme with my stiick. (LOL)
I can be your Latex
Your next topic will be about safe sex
NB: This is dedicated 2 my mian girl ANNA Sa**IN (MWAH) XXXXXXXXXXX. You know it's filthy & dirty in tha south.
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I see you're a hardcore Female emcee
Bullshit lyrics can crap be
But still I respect female emcees
But still u need balls talking about dick's. (LOL)
Grap my cock in a public toilet & rhyme with my stiick. (LOL)
I can be your Latex
Your next topic will be about safe sex
NB: This is dedicated 2 my mian girl ANNA Sa**IN (MWAH) XXXXXXXXXXX. You know it's filthy & dirty in tha south.
um,no...
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the killer kid on ther building bout to kill a squid/
so unbelievable, bigger than the 2010 fifa bid/
a mixture of a lykon and human genes/
im not normal, breathes under water with his internal gills/
his your first option when it comes to destroying dreams/
his name is mad rapper and his no gay banger/
so cats dissing me are going to face get "abracadebrad"/
dead man walking, evil inside and out/
once you f*** with me you gon know what ima bout/
thats for all of you calling for a shout/
my first verse on this thread is gon live one cat dead/
stop talking trash about your lil rap career/
duragz and bandnas dont make you eat at steers/
you talk too much hbut your prove to be less/
your apperance proves that you lack cunstructive sense/
you drive a beamer? oh i thought at first you said you drive a benz/
now you out talkin shit like you real gangsta/
but to me, attending college and playing cricket is more like you a wanksta/
motherf***ers you just a bunch or wankas born 1990 november/
f*** cash, id sacrifice my whole stash just to kill his a**/
frontin when we all know you aint nobody/
wearin thas same durag makes you look a lil grumpy/
il four five your crew with my nine guns/
the public is geting bored of your useless stunts/
this probabley thye longest verse ive ever posted/
cats dissing mad rapper are skinned alive and cremenated/
within no time dissing me, ican have your mom and dad terminated/
you faking the whole gansta attitude/
now you gimme no choice but to tell the public about you f***ing dudes/
walk with me, cmon walk with me
cmon you motherf***ers walk with me
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i repeat you fronting but you aint nobody/
wahts shocking is when you see men you get horney/
bloody gay, kill you and dump your body in the railway/
get your jaws crunched like jacob zuma braking south african laws/
when i walk by, big celebrity chicks scream as i pause/
atleast he has two bandanas to change, give him a round of applause/
you still think im whack? maybe i should by your support with my stacks/
where were you when i killed kanye west whilst we got some beat boxing from loyd banks/
mad rapper aint no f***ing place/
was planning to kill zwelithini right up in his palce/
matter fact kill crackboyz one by one and run back to alice/
my flowi s ill, my linez cough as i spit them out/
my rhymez can get loud coz of they suffer from a infections in their linez/
i puff-pooff-wooff and spit out a invisible disease/
when it gets in your ears it turns your mind yellow like you thinking about eating cheese/
>:( >:(
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let me body u, turn your insides out//
Walking corpses, they think they know what im about//
head above water, i suggest u breath through ur snout//
I hurricane storm them, bring rain where theres drought//
Im Deliverence, im certainty where there is doubt//
Who else can raise hell without batting a eye lid//
not many, but u know what, i did//
f*** rapping im here to deliver the good news//
so let me quit while im ahead and just bury my feuds//
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A rhyme i spit, a quick reply BURNS a tit/
Slow rappers in AG, you better learn to quit//
decend with hits/
My skill is high like I practice on a pyramid//
Top of the food chain, I eat, but whack rappers i spit/
Check my URL I post dope trax no whack hits//
www.reverbnation.com/sarcastic1
I'll Create a thread for my track for you'll to DWNLD... I aint NetC im an MC..... bi#$%H
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MY RHYMES ARE LEGITIMATE.
I'M HIP HOP VETERAN ATTACHED WITH CRUNK SHIT.
THE KING OF ALL SMILEYS ARE ONLINE.
HEY HOOTCHIES ARE YOU STILL FINE?
YA'LL KNOW IT'S FRIVOLOUS MIME TIME.
YES I KNOW I CLOWN AROUND RHYME BY RHYME.
I STAY CUZ I KNOW I'M HIGH.
I TNTLIPS @ GIRLS & MAKE THEIR c***S TURN SHY.
OH MY, TELL ME WHY.
ERRTIME I f*** , WET PUSSIES TURN'S DRY.
I REPRESENT ALL THE EMCEES FROM ACROSS DA GLOBE.
WITH HOW MANY FEMALE EMCEES DO I HAVE 2 COPE?
PRACTICE YOUR RHYME SKILLS ANA SASIN THERE'S STILL HOPE.
IF YOU'RE INTERSEXUAL THEN DAT'S DOPE.
HOW CAN YOU SAY SUCK MY PENIS.
WHILE I'M FROM MARS & YOU'RE FROM VENIS.
YOU REMIND ME OF BEING PROMISCOUOS.
CUZ YOU MAKE ME GIGGLE CONTINOUOS.
I HAD ALOT OF GIRLS CHECKING ME OUT.
& THEY ALL WONDER WHA T WAS I ALL ABOUT.
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youz all whack
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The times move slow
and shit don't come my way
so in one day
I'll take a piss on Rome
and Greek thinking
put it to ya plain
cause of ya weak thought linkage
Blind Mothaf***as
Just to feel the message
Stabbing my own crew
Like I'm Crazy Lou
Now I got some of
the peoples moved
But it's chess
not checkers
Breathless
to the point of exhaustion
if I die they'll salvage my brain
in the operation
labelled : Scientist approach with caution
cause it's chemically unstable
could cause a malfunction
Cause I'll keep people
Enslaved like A religion
Getting bitchess to scatter
out on their pilgrim
That's why they'll keep you
cheering for minstrels
So tomorrow go to cla**
Take your pen
and stabb members from education
see these f***ers split
This is my influence
Cause I got the Cypha tatooed on the inside of my Eyelids
Send by Urs Truly
From Maca**ar with Luv
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The times move slow
and shit don't come my way
so in one day
I'll take a piss on Rome
and Greek thinking
put it to ya plain
cause of ya weak thought linkage
Blind Mothaf***as
Just to feel the message
Stabbing my own crew
Like I'm Crazy Lou
Now I got some of
the peoples moved
But it's chess
not checkers
Breathless
to the point of exhaustion
if I die they'll salvage my brain
in the operation
labelled : Scientist approach with caution
cause it's chemically unstable
could cause a malfunction
Cause I'll keep people
Enslaved like A religion
Getting bitchess to scatter
out on their pilgrim
That's why they'll keep you
cheering for minstrels
So tomorrow go to cla**
Take your pen
and stabb members from education
see these f***ers split
This is my influence
Cause I got the Cypha tatooed on the inside of my Eyelids
Send by Urs Truly
From Maca**ar with Luv
YOUZ NICE ON THE MIC KID, ILL SPITTED. YE DIG
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I remember the last time I held you
So many things I wanned to tell you
Didn't wanna let go
Our auras spoke and bodies whispered
First I got you down to your knickers
Then things began to happen much quicker
I gave you my soul in every kiss
You made my body shake and soul twitch
I thought to myself, "I found her" this is it
The last I time I held you, you were so beautiful
Your eyes were so bright
The last time we made love I gave you my all, from head
To toe cuticle
You felt so right
I can’t shake the feeling that I've been holding you since
"I miss you"
"I’m sorry"
"I love you"
"Please can we sort it out"
These are some of the things I think
Your such a loving gentle person, I had to lose you to see it
Losing you is by far my biggest f*** up, now I sit here, heart bleeding
Sometimes I wake up in the night screaming
Only to figure out that I’m actually day dreaming
I don’t see how you thought I was scheming
When you’re the only woman who's ever had meaning
I still remember the feel of your touch
I can still remember the way I made you blush
The scent of your hair
The smoothness in your skin from your Oh so heavenly body care
I remember running my mouth over your neck line
Everything was quiet and still, we froze time
Each time we lip locked
Your lips felt ever so soft
I've tried on so many occasions to reach you
Re-wrote and deleted so many messages when I was in thought of you
Now every time I hear our song, I can only reminisce
I wish I could tell you how much you are missed
Because your not here and your the one I’m meant to be with
I know the pain of being love sick
I wonder to myself in the silence of dark
"Do I ever cross your mind"
"Do you ever pick up the phone wanting to call me"
"When you hear my name what do you think of"
"When you hear our song how do you feel inside"
Our love is so deep I even forgot I had pride
Now that you’re gone I feel so empty inside
Nobody deserves a second chance like we do
Since we parted, y'cant imagine the torment I've been through
When I’m alone, the rhythm of your heart beat is what I sing to
Sometimes I fall asleep in the hope that when I wake up
I'd have received a text from you
I just had to tell you that I miss you and that forever you'll be in my heart.
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Boys getting all emotional up in here...
Sounds like some gay poetry session :D
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Boys getting all emotional up in here...
Sounds like some gay poetry session :D
I guess to some people writing a piece about/to a girl seems gay. What a shame, gone are the days when men were men and sheep were scared neh.
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LCD in my face and my eyes real heavy/
Kid is retarded and lies feel steady//
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I hold da clock for ya/
Da Final Hour's right on top o' ya/
Wanna murder me nigga wot's stopping ya?/
You's an anvil labels keep dropping ya/
Unoriginal fool you's a copier/
Only sloppier shit is bound to pop in here/
Hard to lift limbs you got no spinal power/
GreenBat scream back "Da Final Hour"/
Our/Time is now sublime is how/
Radio Dj's describe us now/
Yo record label execs'll bribe us now/
Offer all kinda shine anyway anyhow anything
they would do just to get us to sign/
Or get us to rhyme da ghetto's devine we get
outta line to get us a 9 & get us a dime/
Yo one more time/
Mr. Green you seen just like da avo/
I might drink coke but f*** da colabo/
These are da challenges make no mistake/
I keep on forgetting i had 50 first dates/
In da last sixty minutes got media & marketing
ideas how to spin it all da way up to infinite//
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Im feeling kinda low 2day and this came to mind, simple yet for me meaningful... enjoy...
Feel sick for 14 days you not ill you 2 weak/
Punch a hole in a hore and let a fool leak/
At full speed/ dues reached/ I prove to be U-nique/
Cats aint clean, they got dipped in blue bleach/
Who’s rich? I don’t care, im concerned with skill/
Descend to real/ and quit to obsess for real/
Money seem to be gold cos Mc’s are diggin em’selves/
Literal soul selling for the of the sake wealth/
SHOUT OUT TO SARCASTIC... LOL... ;)
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^^^^
Well sketced shorty, nice word play. :) ;)
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Yo Z-Digitz Rspect Homez
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Onek1nd is back in the heezy baby...it's been a while.... hmmmmmm
For Pete sake, I rocked this from da '98...I'm a Soul Survivor/
da flow falls froms Niagra and goes over Niger/
I'm 11 emcees in 1, so when i write i gotta concentrate/
Overcloud these watered down fools....condensate/
Make them think before they flow...they gotta contemplate/
like after f***ing a skinny, ugly a** and da condom breaks/
Cats pack a pussy punch cos of the chicks they fist/
Starved of dopeness, they come to me...put em on Shindlers list/
Wackness got no business existing...need to slit your wrist/...
Useless. Like hobos begging for gin at church...you're spiritless!
I'm da Phoenix rising over the horizon i appear/
My wingspan larger than your hip hop career/
I've Killed cats in battles cos my mental's in a trance guy/
Whipped kids like cattle like mad rapper does in Transkei ;D
not here for Range rovers/ not here to take over/
i know beef breeds business, but i aint tryna be a stake(steak) holder/
Just a hard worker, god's fervour means I'm jehova/
eliminate cats who got over played...voetsek it's Game Over/
I'm the last cat you wanna fight on the streets, I'm Bison/
they call me Peabo when I'm packing the heat, cos i braai son(bryson)/
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Onek1nd is back in the heezy baby...it's been a while.... hmmmmmm
For Pete sake, I rocked this from da '98...I'm a Soul Survivor/
da flow falls froms Niagra and goes over Niger/
I'm 11 emcees in 1, so when i write i gotta concentrate/
Overcloud these watered down fools....condensate/
Make them think before they flow...they gotta contemplate/
like after f***ing a skinny, ugly a** and da condom breaks/
Cats pack a pussy punch cos of the chicks they fist/
Starved of dopeness, they come to me...put em on Shindlers list/
Wackness got no business existing...need to slit your wrist/...
Useless. Like hobos begging for gin at church...you're spiritless!
I'm da Phoenix rising over the horizon i appear/
My wingspan larger than your hip hop career/
I've Killed cats in battles cos my mental's in a trance guy/
Whipped kids like cattle like mad rapper does in Transkei ;D
not here for Range rovers/ not here to take over/
i know beef breeds business, but i aint tryna be a stake(steak) holder/
Just a hard worker, god's fervour means I'm jehova/
eliminate cats who got over played...voetsek it's Game Over/
I'm the last cat you wanna fight on the streets, I'm Bison/
they call me Peabo when I'm packing the heat, cos i braai son(bryson)/
Killing em dead as usual. Dope.
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Onek1nd is back in the heezy baby...it's been a while.... hmmmmmm
For Pete sake, I rocked this from da '98...I'm a Soul Survivor/
da flow falls froms Niagra and goes over Niger/
I'm 11 emcees in 1, so when i write i gotta concentrate/
Overcloud these watered down fools....condensate/
Make them think before they flow...they gotta contemplate/
like after f***ing a skinny, ugly a** and da condom breaks/
Cats pack a pussy punch cos of the chicks they fist/
Starved of dopeness, they come to me...put em on Shindlers list/
Wackness got no business existing...need to slit your wrist/...
Useless. Like hobos begging for gin at church...you're spiritless!
I'm da Phoenix rising over the horizon i appear/
My wingspan larger than your hip hop career/
I've Killed cats in battles cos my mental's in a trance guy/
Whipped kids like cattle like mad rapper does in Transkei ;D
not here for Range rovers/ not here to take over/
i know beef breeds business, but i aint tryna be a stake(steak) holder/
Just a hard worker, god's fervour means I'm jehova/
eliminate cats who got over played...voetsek it's Game Over/
I'm the last cat you wanna fight on the streets, I'm Bison/
they call me Peabo when I'm packing the heat, cos i braai son(bryson)/
YOU FRESHER THAN THE MOST KID. THEM FLOWS AINT ILL,....NAW. THEY TYPHOID NUCCA, drink that shit ye get killed. 5 mics right there.
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The rulers back
The one youz cant break like hard facts
Ill on tape cd or on wax
Keep you lovin the taste of my shit like Im black cat
Yes Im that cat ill on the rap tracks
Got paper cuts from fat stacks
I gained weight so my raps fat
Im in it for bucks, f*** the chit-chat
Bank up the chedder so Im cheesy when I sit back
and begin to blow it like a rif-raf
Crits wan' know how I count the doe when I quit maths
Thugacation bitches its a street match
Pounds of this and pounds of that
Refrigerate it wrapped & wait for the cash
Its obvious what Im talking 'bout so please dont ask
Im back to the future
Gotta slow up for the losers in the present
I never ate yeast but I've risen
Im past existing now Im living
Im chasing the money not the women
Now hows that for appealin'
A gift from heaven or God given
all I know is my hearts racin & I feel driven
------------------------------THE IMAGECHEF---------------------------------------
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Onek1nd is back in the heezy baby...it's been a while.... hmmmmmm
For Pete sake, I rocked this from da '98...I'm a Soul Survivor/
da flow falls froms Niagra and goes over Niger/
I'm 11 emcees in 1, so when i write i gotta concentrate/
Overcloud these watered down fools....condensate/
Make them think before they flow...they gotta contemplate/
like after f***ing a skinny, ugly a** and da condom breaks/
Cats pack a pussy punch cos of the chicks they fist/
Starved of dopeness, they come to me...put em on Shindlers list/
Wackness got no business existing...need to slit your wrist/...
Useless. Like hobos begging for gin at church...you're spiritless!
I'm da Phoenix rising over the horizon i appear/
My wingspan larger than your hip hop career/
I've Killed cats in battles cos my mental's in a trance guy/
Whipped kids like cattle like mad rapper does in Transkei ;D
not here for Range rovers/ not here to take over/
i know beef breeds business, but i aint tryna be a stake(steak) holder/
Just a hard worker, god's fervour means I'm jehova/
eliminate cats who got over played...voetsek it's Game Over/
I'm the last cat you wanna fight on the streets, I'm Bison/
they call me Peabo when I'm packing the heat, cos i braai son(bryson)/
Nice...
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Im feeling kinda low 2day and this came to mind, simple yet for me meaningful... enjoy...
Feel sick for 14 days you not ill you 2 weak/
Punch a hole in a hore and let a fool leak/
At full speed/ dues reached/ I prove to be U-nique/
Cats aint clean, they got dipped in blue bleach/
Who’s rich? I don’t care, im concerned with skill/
Descend to real/ and quit to obsess for real/
Money seem to be gold cos Mc’s are diggin em’selves/
Literal soul selling for the of the sake wealth/
SHOUT OUT TO SARCASTIC... LOL... ;)
Holla back gal...
SHHHh!!!... BLOEM HIP HOP.....
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Im feeling kinda low 2day and this came to mind, simple yet for me meaningful... enjoy...
Feel sick for 14 days you not ill you 2 weak/
Punch a hole in a hore and let a fool leak/
At full speed/ dues reached/ I prove to be U-nique/
Cats aint clean, they got dipped in blue bleach/
Who’s rich? I don’t care, im concerned with skill/
Descend to real/ and quit to obsess for real/
Money seem to be gold cos Mc’s are diggin em’selves/
Literal soul selling for the of the sake wealth/
SHOUT OUT TO SARCASTIC... LOL... ;)
Holla back gal...
SHHHh!!!... BLOEM HIP HOP.....
WAIT 7-SENSE is you a bloem girl ?????
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Im feeling kinda low 2day and this came to mind, simple yet for me meaningful... enjoy...
Feel sick for 14 days you not ill you 2 weak/
Punch a hole in a hore and let a fool leak/
At full speed/ dues reached/ I prove to be U-nique/
Cats aint clean, they got dipped in blue bleach/
Who’s rich? I don’t care, im concerned with skill/
Descend to real/ and quit to obsess for real/
Money seem to be gold cos Mc’s are diggin em’selves/
Literal soul selling for the of the sake wealth/
SHOUT OUT TO SARCASTIC... LOL... ;)
Holla back gal...
SHHHh!!!... BLOEM HIP HOP.....
WAIT 7-SENSE is you a bloem girl ?????
YEAH SHE IS DAWG... WHY? ??? YOU SUMWHERE AOUND?
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Lesotho^^^^
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Lesotho^^^^
That's why.... Lesotho cats can rip a nigga into pieces LIKE NOW!!!...
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I'm just a dope S.O.B.
Showing how ill I is
having periods
and modeling lingerie
but getting props on A.G.
don't mean shit
like inmates getting their doctrate
And Thats Why I don't get
called nice
cause i'm from the dark side of the cyph
way beyond the dimensions
of evil and good
like dudes
selling a 3rd world countries food
but don't get me wrong
they never mention the names
of people like Jason Bourne
So f*** the play on words
I'd rather use it
Just for pissing of Gods
But lately seems like
they don't wanna talk
I guess it's miscommunication
like Encounters of the 7th
But they know Strangeluv don't go
into submission
so I use sounds for escapism
but travelling at
soundspeed
is kinda diffidcult
when youre travelling in my
dirty-a** spaceship
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These voices in my head got me willy nilly
I dunno even know if Im still illy
If I still got the proba-billy
To work on stacking that milly
& I know half the industry dont feel me
Coz I cant be someone else I can only be me
Press pause on emotion and let you see
Life for what it is not what they want you to see
This is more than just another note you'll, C
Its pictorial music, a vision in slow-motion
I shout role play and add more emotion
Make you feel what I write, connect feeling to notion
And my delivery is crisp coz Im so well spoken
Concider this another pause or symbolic token
Of my abilities to breath on mics & let the frames be re-awoken
Like recacitating dead people Im giving mine life
But I guess I always have & thats what makes em so real
I know mine have that ability to make you feel
Raw emotion, like tears running down a face
When a man descovers the body of his wife & immediatly feels outta place
When he kneels over and starts to shake and his heart begins to pace
Mind and body beggin to fill up with rage and utmost hate
The very emotion you feel. Is the music I wanna create
But Im now Im stuck in a debate
Coz I can pen all this shit down but who the f*** is gonna relate
Coz the depth of mine makes people over-contemplate
These are the voices in my head.
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Dawg can i please use it...... TA in advance
These are the voices in my head
They keep shouting, "knock the dead"
Tear them to pieces and then feed us bread
I wonder why would they stick to me a repellent germ
Thats when i found out that you are what you keep
and if you are you keep, it means you are what eat
Don't be ignorant and listen to yourself when you speak
Don't star in your sleep cos you might run far from your peak
Its not supanatural but you will get far if you reach
and listen deep,
the voices in my head might be heared by you
Read between the lines and pave your truth
A vocal booth is my mansion belive me its true
My background you'd hate to knw about it its cluel
I wish I had more bars but my time is doomed
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MY DREAM
My dream is to write the deepest shit ALIVE
so they coul' play it the day I die
Reminisce on it when they cry good-bey
Casket dippin as I fly to the sky
Re-play it till they tears run dry
Then play it again askin why
So from here on out Ima try & try
To write that perfect song, my dream good-bey
But I wonder if yall'll call me the bad or good guy
I write this knowing that I shoulda died but didn't
and what shoulda been just isn't
& now my next aim is to make that killing
knowing that Im I been forgiven
& that I got a second chance in livin'
With the weight on my shoulders Im still willin
to carry on carry strong Im so self driven
I done lost so many things to this music industry shit
But I made my bed & I guess this is it.............
My time was well invested
Now my souls well rested
The biggest issue in my life & I sleep having addressed it
without having been pressured
And I never let the scabs or scars go septic
Never let the worriers get hectic
Hardly ever threw fits like an epilleptic
& if I didn't know the whole story I never said shit
Never ever let one of my dogs feel neglected
But some of it was in vain coz niggaz still the same
shit hits the fan and niggaz start to blame
Thats why I went silent and switched lanes
Truthfully Im the only nigga I should be impressed with
Coz I only understand my pain when I let rip
So from here on out, this is what Im about
Keep it simple & truthfull till that day Im out
& I dont give a shit if I go without any plaques to mount
Coz that shit aint what Im about
I hope this is the deepest shit I ever written
& nigros with weak flows will leave it unbitten
-------------------------------------PRESS PAUSE-------------------------------------
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MY DREAM
My dream is to write the deepest shit ALIVE
so they coul' play it the day I die
Reminisce on it when they cry good-bey
Casket dippin as I fly to the sky
Re-play it till they tears run dry
Then play it again askin why
So from here on out Ima try & try
To write that perfect song, my dream good-bey
But I wonder if yall'll call me the bad or good guy
I write this knowing that I shoulda died but didn't
and what shoulda been just isn't
& now my next aim is to make that killing
knowing that Im I been forgiven
& that I got a second chance in livin'
With the weight on my shoulders Im still willin
to carry on carry strong Im so self driven
I done lost so many things to this music industry shit
But I made my bed & I guess this is it.............
My time was well invested
Now my souls well rested
The biggest issue in my life & I sleep having addressed it
without having been pressured
And I never let the scabs or scars go septic
Never let the worriers get hectic
Hardly ever threw fits like an epilleptic
& if I didn't know the whole story I never said shit
Never ever let one of my dogs feel neglected
But some of it was in vain coz niggaz still the same
shit hits the fan and niggaz start to blame
Thats why I went silent and switched lanes
Truthfully Im the only nigga I should be impressed with
Coz I only understand my pain when I let rip
So from here on out, this is what Im about
Keep it simple & truthfull till that day Im out
& I dont give a shit if I go without any plaques to mount
Coz that shit aint what Im about
I hope this is the deepest shit I ever written
& nigros with weak flows will leave it unbitten
-------------------------------------PRESS PAUSE-------------------------------------
MY DREAM
My dream is to write the deepest shit ALIVE
so they coul' play it the day I die
Reminisce on it when they cry good-bey
Casket dippin as I fly to the sky
Re-play it till they tears run dry
Then play it again askin why
So from here on out Ima try & try
To write that perfect song, my dream good-bey
But I wonder if yall'll call me the bad or good guy
I write this knowing that I shoulda died but didn't
and what shoulda been just isn't
& now my next aim is to make that killing
knowing that Im I been forgiven
& that I got a second chance in livin'
With the weight on my shoulders Im still willin
to carry on carry strong Im so self driven
I done lost so many things to this music industry shit
But I made my bed & I guess this is it.............
My time was well invested
Now my souls well rested
The biggest issue in my life & I sleep having addressed it
without having been pressured
And I never let the scabs or scars go septic
Never let the worriers get hectic
Hardly ever threw fits like an epilleptic
& if I didn't know the whole story I never said shit
Never ever let one of my dogs feel neglected
But some of it was in vain coz niggaz still the same
shit hits the fan and niggaz start to blame
Thats why I went silent and switched lanes
Truthfully Im the only nigga I should be impressed with
Coz I only understand my pain when I let rip
So from here on out, this is what Im about
Keep it simple & truthfull till that day Im out
& I dont give a shit if I go without any plaques to mount
Coz that shit aint what Im about
I hope this is the deepest shit I ever written
& nigros with weak flows will leave it unbitten
-------------------------------------PRESS PAUSE-------------------------------------
Sweet, on sum WHEN UM GONE TIP.
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This Boy!
ayt this an open mic freestyle//
skriptz at it again wit an ill trial//
why i don't i come to ur funeral?//
start making beat with a coffin so that i freestyle//
yeah picture me like u working with cam-coder//
my verses and "skriptz"(scripts) are typed with servers coder//
i'm the retard, like crazy man holding an axe in front of a mirror//
in ma eyez it ain't over even when u dead i bring an era//
with flows like a nile// i spark micz wit just a line//
that's a pun in reverse man//before replyin to this kid go rehearse man//
i got all senses plus 2(7-senses)//don't care u ma friend or the foe//
i'm killing this// like the beef when i'm grilling this//
newbie in a state of mind like designerz of puma//
i'm a soldier wit a balliton more that supporterz of zuma//
"truth untold", as this skill unfold//i spit dynamites and Gold//
behold new king on the throne// all the older wannabez about to b overthrown//
like a revolution, i bring solution//causing emceez to dissolve//
even if u were a poke'mon in rap u wouldn't evolve//i'm the sun in this game y'all gotta revolve//
what's ma name?// what a shame all these lame emceez still fussin//
u ain't hussling// u struggling to afford a single "vetkoek"//
y'all ugly geez u smile wit a sad look//i ain't scared of Mad,Crook//
or all the wannabez who be frontin'//Bloem is what i'm representin'//
i'm a marathon runner, y'all sprinter be pantin'// resentin ma skill, i take u bak to ur birth like i was resettin//
start repentin'// i will make u lose teeth like i was a dentist//
all honour to real katz that can't be killed by curiosity//
not talking about these "tailz" who be filled with simplicity//
i got TNT's bombz and all amunition// stand in ma path u guarranteed demolition//
battle wit is suicidal like slittin wrist//i'm worse than all problems and risks//
my saliva spits is able to penetrate brickz//wit a tongue like chain-saw on tree figs//
a big Hulla to all bloem Katz and Real "Headz",
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Not bad mayng. Well done
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cats are spastic//
walking around tin roofs wrapped in plastic//
you disgust me, you and your flow serve to bore me//
bars are golden, kick moneky style like jet li//
San is a menace//
formed cliques with Dennis//
pulled teeth with denist//
pliers, walk on wires//
see the difference on the surface//
you and i opposite like king and servant//
you subservient, pitiful and miniscule//
rappers like you, get gobbled up//
by viking vocals with the sharp hats that saddle up//
going to war like its a past time//
well i guess its past you bed time//
peace, i had to bless you with a super rhyme.... ;) :D
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a pa**ed master at this word play, scriptin a new chapter/
lyk pink panthers iv seen more booty than hugh hefner/
so i spit fatness, put all em dieticians on U.I.F/
with rhyme patterns dat are destined to leave u graspin for breath/
da kid x/
spits facts/
on sick tracks/
lyk mind maps, i'm bout to give direction, show yal how to bust a brain flex/
you feel dat?
homie i make em bleed fast/
so none of em touchin my bars coz they suffer from heat rash/
i done married da cypher, ill show you where da streets at/
i done burried all rappers, show me where real emcee's at/
forget shinnin on beats, i teach em how to bling dat/
call me an S.A Mint rep coz im moulding da east "rand''/
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a pa**ed master at this word play, scriptin a new chapter/
lyk pink panthers iv seen more booty than hugh hefner/
so i spit fatness, put all em dieticians on U.I.F/
with rhyme patterns dat are destined to leave u graspin for breath/
da kid x/
spits facts/
on sick tracks/
lyk mind maps, i'm bout to give direction, show yal how to bust a brain flex/
you feel dat?
homie i make em bleed fast/
so none of em touchin my bars coz they suffer from heat rash/
i done married da cypher, ill show you where da streets at/
i done burried all rappers, show me where real emcee's at/
forget shinnin on beats, i teach em how to bling dat/
call me an S.A Mint rep coz im moulding da east "rand''/
The flow's insane kid...
you surely know how to keep cats In refrain biz...
I rain hits... kill dudes and enslave chicks...
Its nice to know there flow analysts in here, not only plain heads//
Excuse the force
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gaz whos back in da place
name spell F.atal killin mcs lyk da plague
get lost in my cypher coz mind is a maze
I smell vernom on ur tongue coz wat u spittin is hate
I spit ill walk around wit a medical kit
u cldnt be nicer if u swallowed a majical pill
my rhymz killah coz I put vernom in my ink
u wanna diss change ur name to titanic, coz u r bound to sink
cant swim wit da dig fish coz u own no gillz
Im out lyk simen u need protection if u battlin me
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hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah
Onek1nd...
Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/
I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/
;D You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
and believe me you don't want a piece of me
hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
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yo! :o cows jumped over the moon, raise the stakes!!! yo, too ill
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hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah
Onek1nd...
Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/
;D You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
and believe me you don't want a piece of me
hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
Fresher than a zip-loc bag..................that line was lethal.
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Ngyabonga mina!!!!!
hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah
Onek1nd...
Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/
;D You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
and believe me you don't want a piece of me
hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
Fresher than a zip-loc bag..................that line was lethal.
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cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/
Sweet... Thats what should be called ILL...
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MOSH PIT
Said saturday nights gon' be crazier than a mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Girls gon' be screaming like they wuz in horror flick
Coz, Ima be on stage, dropping my shit
Lookin thuggy fresh, in every letter I spit
New blue tight fits, feelin all rightious
Inbetween songs, doing my free mic thing
Wrist gon' be blinging like when I had the Breitling
Groupies on the scene, but Ima do the right thing
Tellin 'em that none of themz the one Ima be wifeing
Models all aroun' me, my shits, so exciting
& no limos this round or 350s this time
Coz Ima be late chopin-in it coming down
My arrival so loud I wont have to make a sound
They gon' hold they breath till my foot touch down
and listen to every word every verb every noun
Its gonna be mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Kids gon' be poutin', like they was getting car sick
Dont mark my words but surely y'could mark this
That saturday nights gon' be crazy like mother f***in mosh pit
Girls on shoulders wit' they hands in the air
Boppin they heads with they hair everywhere
Drinkin that reds drinkin that beer
Callin' to my response, not givin a damn care
at the end of every song screamin out, YAAAAAAH !!!!!
Exhaling that blunt putting the lighters in the aaaaaaiiiiirrrrrr
Swagger so fresh, even the twins w'have to stare
--------------------------THE STREET REPORTER---------------------------------
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MOSH PIT
Groupies on the scene, but Ima do the right thing
Tellin 'em that none of themz the one Ima be wifeing
--------------------------THE STREET REPORTER---------------------------------
YA!!! for sure you'll do that... :D
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MOSH PIT
Said saturday nights gon' be crazier than a mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Girls gon' be screaming like they wuz in horror flick
Coz, Ima be on stage, dropping my shit
Lookin thuggy fresh, in every letter I spit
New blue tight fits, feelin all rightious
Inbetween songs, doing my free mic thing
Wrist gon' be blinging like when I had the Breitling
Groupies on the scene, but Ima do the right thing
Tellin 'em that none of themz the one Ima be wifeing
Models all aroun' me, my shits, so exciting
& no limos this round or 350s this time
Coz Ima be late chopin-in it coming down
My arrival so loud I wont have to make a sound
They gon' hold they breath till my foot touch down
and listen to every word every verb every noun
Its gonna be mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Kids gon' be poutin', like they was getting car sick
Dont mark my words but surely y'could mark this
That saturday nights gon' be crazy like mother f***in mosh pit
Girls on shoulders wit' they hands in the air
Boppin they heads with they hair everywhere
Drinkin that reds drinkin that beer
Callin' to my response, not givin a damn care
at the end of every song screamin out, YAAAAAAH !!!!!
Exhaling that blunt putting the lighters in the aaaaaaiiiiirrrrrr
Swagger so fresh, even the twins w'have to stare
--------------------------THE STREET REPORTER---------------------------------
YHO... YHO... YHO...
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I Mastered the art of killing and spitting/
I meat you in the street; Then its beef I be eating//
Im Rippin and Creepin at the same Im slittin/
Your throat and mash it into fises//
an extremist/ jump the tight rope and dive into sharp sheets and/
Scrible my vocab in the midst of air and use it as a sheild when//
Combat erupts/ I convert to skunks/ and my enemy retreats
cos I badder when Im angry and ready to kill//
The Author to write about my after life while breathing/
Focus and listen when Im speaking/
Cos im so cryptic if you miss a single syllable of speech
You won't get what Im reaching//
Paralyse your optical nerves; with nautical spears//
Severe lyricism; one word: the global nightmare//
I fight fair when my opponent is 10 time my size/
Besides that; I cheat and low blow your life/
Get blows from your wife/ and take your doe on yo sight//
I do anything In public; even Rape your Spouse/
Its a malicious way of doing things without any doubt//
Criminal intent With nothing but open Honesty/
While they does it behind doors empel hypocricy//
Its nothin major...
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Home gal over there (7-sense) spit what I’ve been wondering all along. Why don’t cats spit verbs consisting of issues going on in the world or in their own personal lives instead of telling us how sick their rhymes are or how much money they got. With all that talent, it would be so much more powerful with a better content. Y’all great though, no Doubt!!! Thank you 7-sense
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Its called fiction sweety... there's so musch more than our realities.... so once in a while I get in touch with that part of the world.
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hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah
Onek1nd...
Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/
I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/
;D You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
and believe me you don't want a piece of me
hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
Probly one of the best scripts on A.G ever... (i aint dickriding tho)
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hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah
Onek1nd...
Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/
I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/
;D You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
and believe me you don't want a piece of me
hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
Probly one of the best scripts on A.G ever... (i aint dickriding tho)
too true, Yo ONEk1nd...us should lace up sum raps you ve put on wax, id love to hear suma them shits on audio god...nice ;)
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Clik clak booooommm !!!
Mother f***uz make room
In comes Duke, droppin verses like doom
Whether in 3D or straight out the can, I leave you in gloom
Drawing your attention with a pencil, like youngins watchin Hanna Barbra cartoon
Swingin punches so hard, make ya chest close up, leave you feelin entombed
Im stuck to this game like my dna was glued,
to a gaming console & aint even started makin moves
But I got yall reading my shit & feeling it like ooohhh
Niggaz who used to wanna battle now think times 2
Coz my train of thought will hit you and go right through
------------------------------THE INKPEN KINGPIN------------------------------------
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Try flowcharts, you get consoled when I write lines/
Only IT headz will get that first Rhyme/
Im the virus in your PC, The Trojan horse/
Here's a moment of loss, im a problem ofcouse/
Try rhymin with your mouth across your a** hole/
And that would be the first you get close to spittin shit/
Im slitting kids/
Dark tape your click to make sure you aint mimicking/
Im killin it/ Call the doctors, Paramedics and the Nurses/
I blast this/ Rap aint cool, so I burn it/
To move it close to your right ear, I pan It/
The Name is SARCASTI you better learn kid/
Force to lean you back with a bloody bandage/
I rampage/ Run through you hood like shit collectors in the 80's/
You's a baby/ ur lyrical content make me angry/
because you's a human and we live in the same planet/
Where've you been Digi?
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^^^
I been chillin' in the bi-zox
Out manuvering the gridlock
Pen to pad homey, livin out my hip-hop
Takin the hustle to the tree top
Keepin it fresher than a ziplock
Not wasting time by hearin it go tick tock
Dodging hot shells from big glocks
--------------------------------THE MICROPHONE BULLY-----------------------------
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^^^ nice wordplay dawg
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Aite man...
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Try flowcharts, you get consoled when I write lines/
Only IT headz will get that first Rhyme/
Im the virus in your PC, The Trojan horse/
Here's a moment of loss, im a problem ofcouse/
Try rhymin with your mouth across your a** hole/
And that would be the first you get close to spittin shit/
Im slitting kids/
Dark tape your click to make sure you aint mimicking/
Im killin it/ Call the doctors, Paramedics and the Nurses/
I blast this/ Rap aint cool, so I burn it/
To move it close to your right ear, I pan It/
The Name is SARCASTI you better learn kid/
Force to lean you back with a bloody bandage/
I rampage/ Run through you hood like shit collectors in the 80's/
You's a baby/ ur lyrical content make me angry/
because you's a human and we live in the same planet/
Where've you been Digi?
Niceness.
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Theres a reason I could flow for miles
My flows are volotyl
Theres no out there with a sicker frame of mind
incomparably unique Im the on1kind
Sharpened mind, I coul' kill seven gents
wit punclines, deliver heavy blows with my seventh sense
I tell people I used to be wack, hows that for sarcasm
Coz the words I hurl been givin' every opponent a head spasm
I got attack tricks
that make niggaz crouch like Im holding slave whips
Back when I used to be a pimp I was loved by everbodies mom
& the reason is very simple, my dick is bigger than dot coms
Wasn't born in Sudan, but Im sick at dropping bombs
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Reasons why my lil' brother shoud do it
For SEX MURDER & MAYHEM romance of the streets//
Write it so drug dealers can romance on your beats//
So that when pimps hear it they have a reason to cheat//
And when boosters hear it they keep rich people on they feet//
Write it hard write real so Debra Patta could up you on 3rd degree//
dont stop writing untill jesus come back or blind niggaz can see//
Untill Asata can walk around and black people are really free//
Write it for mom write it for dad, f*** nigga write it for me//
Write it for no other reason than you just wanna bag a couple green//
Write coz you wanna be a menace to society//
Supporting anarchy & riots, fists in the air & f*** sobriety//
Write it clear so the Pope knows that we know that hes a hoe//
Do it with steez not to appease but do it with your best flow//
Do it with heart do it hard, till your words bring light or rhyme book beggins to glow//
Do it for niggaz who say holla or mapantsula who say eish jo//
Nigga if you still dont have a reason, just do it coz I say so//
Do it coz you can & deep down you think your the man//
Do it coz since you were born it was engraved in your dna//
Do it coz you were born a phynix & doin it sets your soul ablaze//
Dont stop ever, matter fact do it like it was never about getting paid//
Do it till Ronald Reagon and Mbeki tell the truth//
Till what your saying becomes verbal bread and soup//
Write it so when Im gone I wont have a reason to come back//
Write so that the world knows the truth about the 9/11 attacks//
Write like you tryina bring the 80's back//
Do it till they accept that the son of man was black//
Do it so Kobe will grow only wearing Fubu & Rocawear//
Do like your the remaining one, nigga take it THERE//
To a time when the population was 100% black//
To a time when Africa was at the centre of earths map//
Before the word freedom, before whips could crack//
Do it with no fear like traditional woman walking bare//
Write it to set the records straight & set shit clear//
Write it like you were ressurecting the dead like Paul Bear//
Write it for those who unwillingly sniff glue & spend they worth on the next beer//
Write it like its your last breath & after that you dont care//
Do it knowingly that your gonna get threats and death stares//
For all those times it wasn't your fault//
For the times you got caught & had to take the fall//
For all those who gave you they all//
For those who faught for you till they crawled//
For all those times you tried and failed//
For the times you were so close but had to bail//
For the times you felt on top but got sized down to scale//
Do it coz you know you want them to finish your all hail//
Cot damn Im out.....look NIGGA just do the shit ait
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Reasons why my lil' brother shoud do it
For SEX MURDER & MAYHEM romance of the streets//
Write it so drug dealers can romance on your beats//
So that when pimps hear it they have a reason to cheat//
And when boosters hear it they keep rich people on they feet//
Write it hard write real so Debra Patta could up you on 3rd degree//
dont stop writing untill jesus come back or blind niggaz can see//
Untill Asata can walk around and black people are really free//
Write it for mom write it for dad, f*** nigga write it for me//
Write it for no other reason than you just wanna bag a couple green//
Write coz you wanna be a menace to society//
Supporting anarchy & riots, fists in the air & f*** sobriety//
Write it clear so the Pope knows that we know that hes a hoe//
Do it with steez not to appease but do it with your best flow//
Do it with heart do it hard, till your words bring light or rhyme book beggins to glow//
Do it for niggaz who say holla or mapantsula who say eish jo//
Nigga if you still dont have a reason, just do it coz I say so//
Do it coz you can & deep down you think your the man//
Do it coz since you were born it was engraved in your dna//
Do it coz you were born a phynix & doin it sets your soul ablaze//
Dont stop ever, matter fact do it like it was never about getting paid//
Do it till Ronald Reagon and Mbeki tell the truth//
Till what your saying becomes verbal bread and soup//
Write it so when Im gone I wont have a reason to come back//
Write so that the world knows the truth about the 9/11 attacks//
Write like you tryina bring the 80's back//
Do it till they accept that the son of man was black//
Do it so Kobe will grow only wearing Fubu & Rocawear//
Do like your the remaining one, nigga take it THERE//
To a time when the population was 100% black//
To a time when Africa was at the centre of earths map//
Before the word freedom, before whips could crack//
Do it with no fear like traditional woman walking bare//
Write it to set the records straight & set shit clear//
Write it like you were ressurecting the dead like Paul Bear//
Write it for those who unwillingly sniff glue & spend they worth on the next beer//
Write it like its your last breath & after that you dont care//
Do it knowingly that your gonna get threats and death stares//
For all those times it wasn't your fault//
For the times you got caught & had to take the fall//
For all those who gave you they all//
For those who faught for you till they crawled//
For all those times you tried and failed//
For the times you were so close but had to bail//
For the times you felt on top but got sized down to scale//
Do it coz you know you want them to finish your all hail//
Cot damn Im out.....look NIGGA just do the shit ait
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He Must Do the ish... Boy Do that. you hear?.... Do that!!!
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Yo thanks to volatyl and oints for the props...
No doubt z digi mentioning all the peops that be holding it down on these netcee cyphers... I'd love to work with ya'll cats.... :-[
Theres a reason I could flow for miles
My flows are volotyl
Theres no out there with a sicker frame of mind
incomparably unique Im the on1kind
Sharpened mind, I coul' kill seven gents
wit punclines, deliver heavy blows with my seventh sense
I tell people I used to be wack, hows that for sarcasm
Coz the words I hurl been givin' every opponent a head spasm
I got attack tricks
that make niggaz crouch like Im holding slave whips
Back when I used to be a pimp I was loved by everbodies mom
& the reason is very simple, my dick is bigger than dot coms
Wasn't born in Sudan, but Im sick at dropping bombs
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That's what i'm talking about... ;)
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THE REAL DIGI
This is not Jay-z, Lil' wayne or T.I
I been doin dirt since I was knee high
bringin more buzz to the streets than 10 bee hives
never seen eye to eye with no P.I
Know that y'see real, whenever you see me
& Ima keep it that way till I D-I-E
Reppin Pac, Dilla and B.I.G
Style no price indeed I free
Livin for every word up in the letter G
For the grands for the grams
the grind the grime
For the glocks the gwop
& nice STI's, with convertable roofs
So when po-po come, I spin out, like poof
Leave 'em lookin dumb go back with no proof
Spottin Adida' pea suit green suit
If it aint me, then who the f*** y'gone lean to
aint no shit y'could mention, I aint never been through
Im too real for radio, too black for, BET
& Im far too ghetto for BEE
Might match my size but walk my steeze ??
who you tryina kid, nigga please
I grew up in the bi-zox
outmenuvering the gridlock
wit' a pen to pad homey, livin out my hip-hop
keepin it fresher than a ziplock
wastin no time hearin', it go tick tock
Seen niggaz dodging, hot shells, from big glock
& I hate law enforcement, from street cop to beat cop
coz they always keep my feet hot
always threatinin to test me, as if I dont detox
& niggaz talk prison like its G-Unit or D-block
But wit repertoirs, more colorfull than a peacock
'nother reason Im real, I never sit down, coz my seats hot
When we roll,call it migration coz I, roll wit' the whole flock
Point A-B no breaks and no stops
Grew up in a place where'f they die you dont cry
No noise, no questions and no why's
Death before dishonour and no lies
only to the po-po, & I do with pride
Everydays a hustle its kill or be killed its a ride or die
& Ima stay this way till the day I fly
So when my enemies is testin me
all Im thinkin of, is my destiny
& I dope write mine in books I write mine in aestures
So think twice ,fore youz checkin me
coz I'll throw you in & let you see 'f you breath
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i been packing grams/
turned the hood into a mini amsterdam/
blowed up, f*** it i roze up/
measure my feets/
i bet two socks can/
coz on the mic/
i dun killed more niggas than the ku klux klan/
so serious, im a hustler in these streets/
my knuckle buster proves im even better on these beats/
its a fact ask the nigga zee hyphen/
raw through the speakers/
coz mics i ripen/
even battle grounds i d-cyphen/
im a fiend for the magazine/
thats why when i blast/
the crowd moves shit even mizi hyping/
i ride for niggas thats true/
and none o yall can make realer beat/
better than candyman can do/
get it ryt its the season of the beast/
you in for a rude awaking/
and im about put that sweet music to sleep/
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i been packing grams/
turned the hood into a mini amsterdam/
blowed up, f*** it i roze up/
measure my feets/
i bet two socks can/
coz on the mic/
i dun killed more niggas than the ku klux klan/
so serious, im a hustler in these streets/
my knuckle buster proves im even better on these beats/
its a fact ask the nigga zee hyphen/
raw through the speakers/
coz mics i ripen/
even battle grounds i d-cyphen/
im a fiend for the magazine/
thats why when i blast/
the crowd moves shit even mizi hyping/
i ride for niggas thats true/
and none o yall can make realer beat/
better than candyman can do/
get it ryt its the season of the beast/
you in for a rude awaking/
and im about put that sweet music to sleep/
Theres a reason I could flow for miles
My flows are volatyl
<<<<<<NO NEEED TO AX, I JUST PROVIDED THE FACTS>>>>>>>>>
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nah b, i think you shit twisted... ;D you z-digi
im talking bout someone else b, dat aint you playa
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Talk about a wet dream.................... ;D
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Reasons why my lil' brother shoud do it
For SEX MURDER & MAYHEM romance of the streets//
Write it so drug dealers can romance on your beats//
So that when pimps hear it they have a reason to cheat//
And when boosters hear it they keep rich people on they feet//
Write it hard write real so Debra Patta could up you on 3rd degree//
dont stop writing untill jesus come back or blind niggaz can see//
Untill Asata can walk around and black people are really free//
Write it for mom write it for dad, f*** nigga write it for me//
Write it for no other reason than you just wanna bag a couple green//
Write coz you wanna be a menace to society//
Supporting anarchy & riots, fists in the air & f*** sobriety//
Write it clear so the Pope knows that we know that hes a hoe//
Do it with steez not to appease but do it with your best flow//
Do it with heart do it hard, till your words bring light or rhyme book beggins to glow//
Do it for niggaz who say holla or mapantsula who say eish jo//
Nigga if you still dont have a reason, just do it coz I say so//
Do it coz you can & deep down you think your the man//
Do it coz since you were born it was engraved in your dna//
Do it coz you were born a phynix & doin it sets your soul ablaze//
Dont stop ever, matter fact do it like it was never about getting paid//
Do it till Ronald Reagon and Mbeki tell the truth//
Till what your saying becomes verbal bread and soup//
Write it so when Im gone I wont have a reason to come back//
Write so that the world knows the truth about the 9/11 attacks//
Write like you tryina bring the 80's back//
Do it till they accept that the son of man was black//
Do it so Kobe will grow only wearing Fubu & Rocawear//
Do like your the remaining one, nigga take it THERE//
To a time when the population was 100% black//
To a time when Africa was at the centre of earths map//
Before the word freedom, before whips could crack//
Do it with no fear like traditional woman walking bare//
Write it to set the records straight & set shit clear//
Write it like you were ressurecting the dead like Paul Bear//
Write it for those who unwillingly sniff glue & spend they worth on the next beer//
Write it like its your last breath & after that you dont care//
Do it knowingly that your gonna get threats and death stares//
For all those times it wasn't your fault//
For the times you got caught & had to take the fall//
For all those who gave you they all//
For those who faught for you till they crawled//
For all those times you tried and failed//
For the times you were so close but had to bail//
For the times you felt on top but got sized down to scale//
Do it coz you know you want them to finish your all hail//
Cot damn Im out.....look NIGGA just do the shit ait
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reason enough, and i'll never stop. Big up.
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Reasons why my lil' brother shoud do it
For SEX MURDER & MAYHEM romance of the streets//
Write it so drug dealers can romance on your beats//
So that when pimps hear it they have a reason to cheat//
And when boosters hear it they keep rich people on they feet//
Write it hard write real so Debra Patta could up you on 3rd degree//
dont stop writing untill jesus come back or blind niggaz can see//
Untill Asata can walk around and black people are really free//
Write it for mom write it for dad, f*** nigga write it for me//
Write it for no other reason than you just wanna bag a couple green//
Write coz you wanna be a menace to society//
Supporting anarchy & riots, fists in the air & f*** sobriety//
Write it clear so the Pope knows that we know that hes a hoe//
Do it with steez not to appease but do it with your best flow//
Do it with heart do it hard, till your words bring light or rhyme book beggins to glow//
Do it for niggaz who say holla or mapantsula who say eish jo//
Nigga if you still dont have a reason, just do it coz I say so//
Do it coz you can & deep down you think your the man//
Do it coz since you were born it was engraved in your dna//
Do it coz you were born a phynix & doin it sets your soul ablaze//
Dont stop ever, matter fact do it like it was never about getting paid//
Do it till Ronald Reagon and Mbeki tell the truth//
Till what your saying becomes verbal bread and soup//
Write it so when Im gone I wont have a reason to come back//
Write so that the world knows the truth about the 9/11 attacks//
Write like you tryina bring the 80's back//
Do it till they accept that the son of man was black//
Do it so Kobe will grow only wearing Fubu & Rocawear//
Do like your the remaining one, nigga take it THERE//
To a time when the population was 100% black//
To a time when Africa was at the centre of earths map//
Before the word freedom, before whips could crack//
Do it with no fear like traditional woman walking bare//
Write it to set the records straight & set shit clear//
Write it like you were ressurecting the dead like Paul Bear//
Write it for those who unwillingly sniff glue & spend they worth on the next beer//
Write it like its your last breath & after that you dont care//
Do it knowingly that your gonna get threats and death stares//
For all those times it wasn't your fault//
For the times you got caught & had to take the fall//
For all those who gave you they all//
For those who faught for you till they crawled//
For all those times you tried and failed//
For the times you were so close but had to bail//
For the times you felt on top but got sized down to scale//
Do it coz you know you want them to finish your all hail//
Cot damn Im out.....look NIGGA just do the shit ait
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Just be aware RAP is addictive... plus after this i don't mind being an addict. nice one Digi ;)
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=========ILLEGAL ADVICE============
When your time is money & your money is time
& of all the ways to get it the best is through crime
To get what you need you gotta break the law
put plastique C4s in the back of the bank wall
Or drill a couple holes under the safe floor
When you only have a week to settle a big score
the pressures on & you got no one else to call
you do what you gotta do wit no room for flaws
When you gotta march on & do it with big balls
Put trip wires in the front & roll tear gas in the back door
Bullet proof yaself and put the gas mask on
Check the laser scopes and switch the safety off
Run up in there & yell, "errybody to hit the floor"
Work the muffler & body the first to act wrong
Throw the duffel bag 3 feet from the gla** door
Tell the bank manager to take em & fill em all
Whip out ya celly & make a one call
Tell the driver in the beemer "leave the engine on"
Check ya watch make sure you on schedule
Check the coast for ghosts & boys from the federal
Never stutter and speak like a 5 star general
Shoot the cameras & leave no evidence
Get the bags and kiss a hot girl just to f*** with intelligence
Buzz the driver & pop two cans of nerve gas
oh wait !!, go back for the hot chick with the nice a**
But make sure shes ghetto or white trash
Leave a thank you note with lipstick on the door
Run out to the car & speed off to the nearest mall
when you get there change cars in the parking lot
Book tickets to three cities & take the next one to arkinsaw
lead the po-po in circles till they dunno what the lookin for
Take the money and book out somewhere by the shore
If the girl you took is nice, let her break a piece off
Make sure you have three shoots in the front door
& a full tank in the Spider in case you gotta hit the floor
Never look people in the eye or talk fa too long
Never mention ya name or the place from which you came
Never lose sight or what you stand to gain
Keep a low pro, dont floss and dont claim
Keep a hundred thousand & wait till the fall
till you can meet again, to split it & blow it all
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Wa**up cats...just spitting on this mayn...
hehehehehehe... ;D one kinda muda fuca nucca
Too much stress in this life's pursuit of success/
Some succumb to suck cum. For one cent or much less/
they undress for rough sex/
get addressed as suspects/
a princess turned ruffneck...for respect and some cheques/
Coked outta her mind for the next trance-action/
she's da main attraction for husbands' lost pa**ion/
her body the product...fluids are the currency/
exchanged violently
invades her privacy
she takes it silently
feels pain vaginally
"he came inside of me"
will she remain virus free?
to be continued...
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Wa**up cats...just spitting on this mayn...
hehehehehehe... ;D one kinda muda fuca nucca
Too much stress in this life's pursuit of success/
Some succumb to suck cum. For one cent or much less/
they undress for rough sex/
get addressed as suspects/
a princess turned ruffneck...for respect and some cheques/
Coked outta her mind for the next trance-action/
she's da main attraction for husbands' lost pa**ion/
her body the product...fluids are the currency/
exchanged violently
invades her privacy
she takes it silently
feels pain vaginally
"he came inside of me"
will she remain virus free?
to be continued...
Fresher than a brand new mic..................that shit is pyroclastic hommee
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This is specially off the Ghetto!
Going More south than being Heteoro
Can you digest pain
Or do ya'll take shit for invain
My shit is ice cold like living down Antartica
I'm more south, than Nawf America
My smile is worth more than Gold
I see emcees keeping their rhymes on Halt
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Hip hop is a movement of my frustration being not famous, yet!
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Wa**up cats...just spitting on this mayn...
hehehehehehe... ;D one kinda muda fuca nucca
Too much stress in this life's pursuit of success/
Some succumb to suck cum. For one cent or much less/
they undress for rough sex/
get addressed as suspects/
a princess turned ruffneck...for respect and some cheques/
Coked outta her mind for the next trance-action/
she's da main attraction for husbands' lost pa**ion/
her body the product...fluids are the currency/
exchanged violently
invades her privacy
she takes it silently
feels pain vaginally
"he came inside of me"
will she remain virus free?
to be continued...
Quote:Thats Dope Dope Dope! like the whole choir on crack.
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Wa**up cats...just spitting on this mayn...
hehehehehehe... ;D one kinda muda fuca nucca
Too much stress in this life's pursuit of success/
Some succumb to suck cum. For one cent or much less/
they undress for rough sex/
get addressed as suspects/
a princess turned ruffneck...for respect and some cheques/
Coked outta her mind for the next trance-action/
she's da main attraction for husbands' lost pa**ion/
her body the product...fluids are the currency/
exchanged violently
invades her privacy
she takes it silently
feels pain vaginally
"he came inside of me"
will she remain virus free?
to be continued...
Onek1nd, you're killing it. I'd love to hear that in a track.
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yo good looking cats. I'm working on a whole lotta tracks. so far i just been writing. getting some good quality beats is hard, and is often the reason why progress is slow. but hopefully soon enough something will be on the plate, and me and my dogs will dine on it..
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Im hazardous 2 da most degree/
& this is da most of me ya'll folks shud see/
& this is as close 2 me ya'll folks shud be/
I picture u lafn nw like da jokes on me/
U knw wat?I dnt give a fuk ferociously/
I rip a lip deliverd wit a militant script/
Just 4 da thrill of it is y im always willin 2 spit/
They scream "Bat u beta stop cos u killin da shit"/
Note 2 self "just knw self is still in this bitch/
Go break a brain cell da name tells of major brain swells/
Murderin infedels just by rockin da bells/
I grab da mic in my right hand cos i punch left/
Knockin em out they feel like they were stompd 2 death/
I gorge on em wit gorillas in tow/
Swingin frm vine 2 vine so im still in da knw/
As i bombard em wit a sick flow stick em n go/
& so right about nw i bet they sick of me yo//
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Wa**up cats...just spitting on this mayn...
hehehehehehe... ;D one kinda muda fuca nucca
Too much stress in this life's pursuit of success/
Some succumb to suck cum. For one cent or much less/
they undress for rough sex/
get addressed as suspects/
a princess turned ruffneck...for respect and some cheques/
Coked outta her mind for the next trance-action/
she's da main attraction for husbands' lost pa**ion/
her body the product...fluids are the currency/
exchanged violently
invades her privacy
she takes it silently
feels pain vaginally
"he came inside of me"
will she remain virus free?
to be continued...
Quote:Thats Dope Dope Dope! like the whole choir on crack.
i'm covering ma head wit a condom, u just f***ing wit ma mind(**Mad ILL**)
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Onek1nd hit us up with those scripts you told me to read on yo myspace i think.
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Wa**up cats...just spitting on this mayn...
hehehehehehe... ;D one kinda muda fuca nucca
Too much stress in this life's pursuit of success/
Some succumb to suck cum. For one cent or much less/
they undress for rough sex/
get addressed as suspects/
a princess turned ruffneck...for respect and some cheques/
Coked outta her mind for the next trance-action/
she's da main attraction for husbands' lost pa**ion/
her body the product...fluids are the currency/
exchanged violently
invades her privacy
she takes it silently
feels pain vaginally
"he came inside of me"
will she remain virus free?
to be continued...
now this is hotter than chakalaka...all thats missin is the rest of it and a dope beat to lay it on...
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Wa**up cats...just spitting on this mayn...
hehehehehehe... ;D one kinda muda fuca nucca
Too much stress in this life's pursuit of success/
Some succumb to suck cum. For one cent or much less/
they undress for rough sex/
get addressed as suspects/
a princess turned ruffneck...for respect and some cheques/
Coked outta her mind for the next trance-action/
she's da main attraction for husbands' lost pa**ion/
her body the product...fluids are the currency/
exchanged violently
invades her privacy
she takes it silently
feels pain vaginally
"he came inside of me"
will she remain virus free?
to be continued...
now this is hotter than chakalaka...all thats missin is the rest of it and a dope beat to lay it on...
Co-Sign on that.
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Wa**up cats...just spitting on this mayn...
hehehehehehe... ;D one kinda muda fuca nucca
Too much stress in this life's pursuit of success/
Some succumb to suck cum. For one cent or much less/
they undress for rough sex/
get addressed as suspects/
a princess turned ruffneck...for respect and some cheques/
Coked outta her mind for the next trance-action/
she's da main attraction for husbands' lost pa**ion/
her body the product...fluids are the currency/
exchanged violently
invades her privacy
she takes it silently
feels pain vaginally
"he came inside of me"
will she remain virus free?
to be continued...
now this is hotter than chakalaka...all thats missin is the rest of it and a dope beat to lay it on...
Co-Sign on that.
I second that motion
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will hook some shit up for soon, for real, for real real not for play play...hehehe
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IGNORANT SHYYYYYYT
Yo money Im not the person you should phuq with
Bullets & things are the sh!t you'll get struck with
Plus I know more shooters in your own hood than you
Speed dial nigga, should I tell 'em to come through
You took my silence for weakness, thinkin Im some fool
Dont you know that Im crazy
And its not what I wanna be, its the way the hood raised me
& you & I both know what Im capable of
Red tape and the law is the shit Im above
Dont make me have to fold the index on the trigger pressed against my thumb
Coz after that the only sound is gonna be a thud
And the coroner wont be saying them slugs were duds
Homme, I thought we were buds
How y'gone pull a Brutus on me, or was it just because
Coz I could take the sting out your buzz and let you bee
Open up ya mind and set your soul free
Im the cheese great y'should never talk money with me
I grew up too ghetto for you to be phuqing with me
I know you jacked my phone, what you think I didn't see
I thought youd bring it back or seek forgiveness privatly
& Im not the one chasin your girl, she tha one wantin' to see eye to eye with me
Inviting me over telling me she prepared to cook for me
So I told her straight look here "bitch please"
You should be addressin her nigga not me
I wife the hottest chicks from Sandro Pei to PE
Im global with the Macing kid, believe me
So quit with the childish talk
Before I go to the bird cage and uncage the hawk
& you can copy and paste this or read it out in court
Dont make me have to show that Im not all that soft
That Im really that ghetto and I can walk the talk
when its said & done they be tracin out ya body with white chalk
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WOW - this has been going on for over a year now 8)
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TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
To the love of my life
Love you, more than I do this mic
Worship you, like christians do christ
The heartbeat to my existance
Nothing comes between us, not even the distance
Been inlove with you from the very first instance
Your the melody, and the chorus to my lifes song
I hope they play you this song when Im gone
Im empty without you, without you Im torn
Girl, no questions no second guesin
My confession, your my light my blessing
Wouldn't trade you for the wolrd
Or all the dimes in it, you my girl
My life is yours if you want it you can have it
Your the reason why I can say I live lavish
Your my one true treasure
and the lenghts of my love for you have no measure
Im prepared to untuck tools, should a man ever touch you
& I love it that I know that I can trust you
we're so young we've still got so much room
to have 5 kids
I want all my daughters to look like you
Im so in love with you
Cant express it cant explain it
These words are the best way I could paint it
Without you by my side, I've experienced what insane is
Love it when you walk no panties no bra
Showing me the sun the moon and them stars
Then its to the kissin then its to the aaaaahhhh
Girl,__ need I say more
SEE BOO, I cant see me without seeing you
so in my reflection, I always see two
I miss sayin I love you & y'saying me too
Been around the world & you have no equal
Killin me softly, your love is so lethal
You have all my reasons, but what you love me for ??
With you I aint taking no short cuts no detours
The prettiest thing I ever set my eyes on
The only woman out there Id ever cry for
Your the love of my life & the life of my love
Your the one I place no one above
My everything girl, from the air I breathe
Your the ring on my finger & everything inbetween
And when I ask you to marry me, remind me t'say please
I wanna share all your pains and your gains
Change your intials take my last name
Your the spirit in the songs I write
thats why my hooks and verses have life
I got your picture on my wall
Kiss it everyday when I wake & go to war
Y'the reason I stand tall
The reason Im fresh & the reason I ball
The backbone & the strength & why I stay strong
Girl you dont have a clue
How much, Im in love with you
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EXTRA PARTICULAR CARRICULUM
My flows remain extra particular
Some think, Im just striaght rediculous
Coz of the presents I birth, like Im St.Nicolas
Shining bright light to the game call me Icorus
& Im born to love it so I could never get sick of it
Dats why from dusk to dawn Im the best at kickin it
Im too vivid, for even frozen moments couldn't picture this
Coz I go far and beyond with a swag too limitless
and theres no way to par, just try to mimmick it
What yall done started look whos gonna finish it
Makin money where most lost it coz I know what bidness is
Make money flippin vocals
Till I've stressed out my vocal cords
Till I cant speak & my voice is hoarse
& I get straight to it, wit no time for a chorus
My dreams turn physical they open doors
But I aint done yet I want so much more
Prove that birds aint the only things could soar
While Im jet chilin' draiped in fresh Couture
Land on private runways just to tour
& Im still real grimmy real gutter
Talk lookin in ya eye & never stutter
The games my bread music just the butter
Floatin in it usin my balls as a rudder
Not givin a f*** jus' wantin to reach level S dot Carter
Dats why I add extra hours & work harder
& I smile when they talk coz I aint bothered
But push it & I could load the double pump
Leave the car in motion and jus jump
pull it back twice & y'hear klunk klunk
clean you up and throw in the back of the trunk
Drive a couple blocks & throw you in with the junk
& this be the realla Digi aint tryina stunt
I got birds I needa feed & you could be lunch
Ima straight killa with the mic
but dudes are funny on some Ben Stiller with the Mic
In any ring Im the Ali of the fight
-----------------------THE INKPEN KINGPIN meets THE MICROPHONE BULLY
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---------------------------------------------------DECEMBER DECLARARTION-------------------------------
It is that time of the year or rather should I say its Duck Season, your either ducking her down in his backseat or ducking from his punches when he finds out.
It’s that time of the year when if she’s unattended for more that 15 minutes she’s fair game
From this day onwards if you did it drunk nobody who knows can ever bring it up
From this day onward the statement "I WAS DRUNK" is considered grounds to drop all charges as it is seen in the same regard as an insanity plea
From this day on you have 25 days to go crazy, you are allowed not to know which day of the week it is EVEN if you are in church and seated in the front, it is ok to have a beer with every meal including breakfast.
From this day onward if he looks at her while she’s in your presence he is immediately to be considered a potential vulture who would readily pounce on your chicken
December 5th marks a day in which men can take 25 days to reflect on their achievements when men can marvel at their greatness and sheer sparkle.
When they can celebrate themselves, on the hard task of being the brains behind running the world (this disscludes BUSH, ZUMA, MOGABE, MOSISILI AND PEOPLE WHO CAN SPEAK AFRIKAANS FLUENTLY) so successfully.
It is a time in which men can loosen up their ties and forget about work (all butt the secretary), when men can just be lazy for 25 days, after achieving so much throughout the year.....having to pour out all your wisdom into Eve.
December 5th says its ok:
that she’s your next-door neighbor,
its ok that she’s a cousin twice removed,
never mind that you were best friends in 4th grade if his mom is checking you out do like the Stiffmeister.
This declaration gives you the right and power to:
Act a fool,
Be an unruly nuisance,
Be a delinquent,
Cause raucous and disturb the peace
As well as to be a menace to society
Have sex in public facilities, which includes elevators, parks and toilets ( at night only)
It also gives the right to void feeling guilty or embarra**ed when you come to a moment of clarity
*In addition it gives you lee-way to moon and or pull zap signs at Pigs at any given time for no reason at all (Please note that this is the only act that does not fall within the protective parameters of the D5D and should said Pig catch you IT is likely to arrest you or kick the shit out of you, also I will deny ever soliciting any influence from my part)
25 days of serious partying and heavy drinking,
25 days in which man is not allowed to use words like responsibility, reliable, accountable and remember.
For the next 25 days no man should:
drink wine or any fruit flavored crap or even alco-pop,
For the next 25 days no man will be home before 1 in the morning,
For the next 25 days man will not eat salad or any form of rabbit food or consume fat-free foods,
For the next 25 days a plate of meet and beer is considered a full meal. NO QUESTIONS.
For the next 25 days it is ok to disappear without a trace for only four days without having to apologies and if you are caught or found out, you need only say "My Bad". No need for reticulated extensive explanations and apologies.
These next 25 days men must be sharp and quick for you only have 5 minutes from the time you see her to make a move.
Take more than 10 minutes to finish a beer 15 minutes to finish a blunt and should NOT take less than 30 minutes in the first round
Gentlemen I will not lie these next 25 days are only for the fittest and the strongest, where the piss stops are determined by the one with the strongest bladder not the one with the weakest.
For the next 25 days no man should be seen with the same chick at a different party from last week, as a matter of fact said man should be denied access to the given party and his man status will be put up for review or a fine of one case will be paid.
For the next 25 days no man will leave his place of rest without a pack of condoms, emergency airtime and an emergency 40 bucks.
For the next 25 days a man who has not had tang since Monday will not be allowed to share seating privileges or indulge in drinks or conversation with other men
rather said man will spend that time in the sin-bin where he is to think up ways of redeeming himself while the others drink beer that he paid for.
No man will make his bed for the next 25 days.
For the next 25 days your friends bedroom is a pit stop where you can do any of the following change, shower, sleep, shag(this does not apply to your girlfriend or the girl from last week), use his cologne cream, hide blunts. All this with only 5-10 minutes warning prior to your arrival.
For the next 25 days no man will take down a woman’s numbers for if your PIMP game is good enough she’ll call you (this is in consideration to the fact that you might just clog up your phone)
For the next 25 days you WILL NOT pa** a fellow man by who is hitting on a chick without a drink in hand without offering him a drink. (Said man is to return the favor with double the interest)
The pecking order or the rather the hierarchy of importance for the next 25 days is as follows:
Beer, Tang, Blunt. NO QUESTION. (Although if your tang is holding both and is naked the order of execution falls out of question)
***UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES will a man pour himself a beer whilst in the presence of Eve
***For the next 25 days COCK BLOCKING will be concidered a crime and a shame of the highest
decree and is the only offence that is PUNISHABLE BY DEATH.
Also this declaration is 100% legal and serves as a get out of jail free card in any Pig station in the SADC region, not only that but if your girlfriend catches you just waive it in her face and she will undoubtedly forgive you. (Please note that this experiment can fail depending on your geographical region)
If your mom arrives and the house is a mess waive it in her face
If your girl walks in, waive it in her face
If you get pulled over by a Pig waive it in his face
If you say something while drunk & the next day you get death stares, waive it in their face
If you scratch or crash with you dads car, run like a mother f***er.
FOR THE NEXT 25 DAYS ANYMAN WHO RAISES A HAND AT EVE WILL BE BEATEN TILL THAT HAND NO LONGER WORKS AND WILL BE SHUN FROM JOINING ANY MAN-CLUB FOR LIFE, HE WILL BE STRIPPED OF THE TITTLE MAN AND WILL BE DENIED ACCESS TO ANY AND ALL PUBS CLUBS PARTIES AND BARS FOR LIFE. ALSO SAID MAN WILL BE REFFERED TO AS 'MAN-BITCH' FROM THE TIME OF ABOVE MENTIONED INCIDENT (SHOULD IT TAKE PLACE)
From this day all PIMPS in training will receive full rights of qualified PIMPS to be able to prove their skill and craft.
Men don’t get 16 days of lets appreciate men (for the the ladies) so myself and the AA have come up with this 25 days of activism.
Yours truly
The 5 star general PIMP
>> MEN THAT READ THIS DECLARATION ARE OBLIGATED TO Pa** IT ON TO FELLOW MEN <<
----------------------------------THIS IS THE DECEMBER DECLARATION-----------------------------------------
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god damn.... ;D
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by far im the hardest out,
you couldnt carve this,
no doubt,
that even still im the sharpest,
i trust yall to rust,
coz im, way fresher than varnish,
i spit verses thatl leave you clueless as the armish,
cream of the crop, im the cream on the top,
like garnish,
fear me, you actors, i crossed you niggas out
common factors,
i could never lie, you could never catch me loungin,
young refugee, lauren HILL, wyCLIFF,
even still,
im taking flight on a mountain,
in a sticky situation i find my way out,
thats why youll never find me your granmamas couch,
truly cla**ic, remove these plastic
emcees of the map,
coz im a young maverick,
thats why my stance is riggid,
thunder cats making primi moves,
i shed the skin of a serpent,
n leave, my largest organ as a clue,
to decieve these skinny dudes,
thats why most of these NETSTAR emcees,
could never follow my moves
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by far im the hardest out,
you couldnt carve this,
no doubt,
that even still im the sharpest,
i trust yall to rust,
coz im, way fresher than varnish,
i spit verses thatl leave you clueless as the armish,
cream of the crop, im the cream on the top,
like garnish,
fear me, you actors, i crossed you niggas out
common factors,
i could never lie, you could never catch me loungin,
young refugee, lauren HILL, wyCLIFF,
even still,
im taking flight on a mountain,
in a sticky situation i find my way out,
thats why youll never find me your granmamas couch,
truly cla**ic, remove these plastic
emcees of the map,
coz im a young maverick,
thats why my stance is riggid,
thunder cats making primi moves,
i shed the skin of a serpent,
i leave, my largest organ as a clue,
and decieve these skinny dudes,
thats why most of these NETSTAR emcees,
could never follow my moves
Not bad dude, not bad at all
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yo i make the illest age when i hit them with my lyrical rage
by a mile i upstage them and overturn ...the verdict yo these words off my
tounge oh so acidic with no alkaline mix and smoke hydro twisted in twine and then i dine...etiket is a must just like sex i give them 1 2 thrust and rest then she says "ooh money be the best" i aint faking put me to the test got the sweater watched the movie got a video clip of me and suzie i spit micro lyrics thru my mouth as a uzie im not choosie...i just blunt and boozie im my home made jakoozi debit order on the 25th im woozy'1
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god damn.... ;D
What it is hommee ??
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think he is "amazed"...lol
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WOW - this has been going on for over a year now 8)
Thanx to yours truly :)
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my name is untraceable so address me as Hobo
yet half-done, i came quick to heads like a premature logo
fell in love with a virtual dj, guess im not the stereo-type
recorded a clip of a battery hoping to give video life
im fresh to death in living colour, a ghost thats still-born
half-stepping in the field with a razor trying to slice corn
i 'might mourn' and wipe my tears with a muscle shirt
honestly, im as pop as the day my bubble burst
i got a christmas gig at CNA so hopefully i'l rap/wrap tight
a useless liar, looking at a corpe's like "thats life"
mix my ashes with weed, you'll see that il never be dope
like ANC, il do anything to make sure you cant COPE
slapping myself repeatedly like im reconvening with 'the whack'
im full of myself like obese people, please dont call me phat
???
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my name is untraceable so address me as Hobo
yet half-done, i came quick to heads like a premature logo
fell in love with a virtual dj, guess im not the stereo-type
recorded a clip of a battery hoping to give video life
im fresh to death in living colour, a ghost thats still-born
half-stepping in the field with a razor trying to slice corn
i 'might mourn' and wipe my tears with a muscle shirt
honestly, im as pop as the day my bubble burst
i got a christmas gig at CNA so hopefully i'l rap/wrap tight
a useless liar, looking at a corpe's like "thats life"
mix my ashes with weed, you'll see that il never be dope
like ANC, il do anything to make sure you cant COPE
slapping myself repeatedly like im reconvening with 'the whack'
im full of myself like obese people, please dont call me phat
???
SICK SICK SICK!!!
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think he is "amazed"...lol
Amazed at what hommee
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not sure must be AG...that verse was off the hill....
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not sure must be AG...that verse was off the hill....
YEAH! you better say that again.
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mmm...lol!sup sarc poppin yo side?
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you know what it is...AG homies keeping it on the lock down...hehehehe, i'll be back soon. it's hard when you gotta hustle for internet access...
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I gotta a flow nastier
then rivers producing cholera
cause the painted pictures
of Hip Hop Propaganda
comercialist
Similar to pictures of
your white christ
way before Oprah turned white
I spit,slice, cut,chop,dice
Nice!?- Is never mentioned
I leave that shit to those
who help old folks on pention
saving your a** from me
will take divine intervention
Cause when Strangeluv speaks
see I don't kiss no cheeks
and AGers should know
sweat never tasted sweet
Cause I make tracks
with Sudam Huseins feet
up until the very last kick
Off-screen I can see
you going awww-shit
And that shows I'm serious
I shoot consciousnes
like Bob Marley catching bullets
And I'm stabbing these silly word-play cyphas
So Hot I'll melt your lighters
How the f*** you gonna get to your mouse clickers
But yet I remain cold to the touch
like the execution switch
!!!BITCCHES!!!
Bad Habbits Continue
Send By Yours Truly
Terminally Ill
From Maca**ar with Luv
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Ek is kraak jags.
Ek is die rede hoekom kinnes uit hulle nate bars.
Sekeres maak van hulself 'n oorlas.
Raak hoog saam al wat jy nodig het is gras.
Ek nooi al die Hip Hop Teeffies na my klein planetjie wat is M.A.R.S
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Ek is kraak jags.
Ek is die rede hoekom kinnes uit hulle nate bars.
Sekeres maak van hulself 'n oorlas.
Raak hoog saam al wat jy nodig het is gras.
Ek nooi al die Hip Hop Teeffies na my klein planetjie wat is M.A.R.S
is jy dan mannemarak?! of obama barack
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---------------A PRODUCT OF SOCIETY-------------------
Still flier than a flock & fresher till the casket
Heat, I done packed it
The flow is been mastered
Reason, Ima product of soceity
a product of a lack of sobriety
a product with such a bright future, none coul' retire me
Im hotter than the suns epicentre who coul' fire me
I get it got it good coz Im straight out hood
I do what I gotta do including what I shouldn't
Dats why you aint never heard 'em say somebody shook him
Coz Im straight fire, I straight up cook 'em
My presence could fry scrambble or boil any womans overies
Theres nothing that could be pulled over me
I done did it all
Started out when I was small
Hustlin goons & gobblers, till I hustled 'em all
Then I moved up to other things, tired of switching small
Wanned to bag bigger so I started bumpin on Jigga
words gave me inspire, to think higher, Jiggaz my Nigga
So I put pen to pad and started doin it bigger
Grabbed the mic, thats when I turned into a killer
and when shit got hard, I got harder coz Ima never be a quiter
Copped gwop dropped gwop & copped me 'didas
Then more gwop then I moved to the Airs and the Filas
Turned from little monkey nigga to a straight up Gorrilla
Then I gotta a shorty, things got mad, then I got the bug
Then I fell inlove, I looked her in the eye & I told her shes the one
Aint seen her in months but we gon' go 50/50 on a son
It aint the life I choose but rather the life that choose me
& I got knocked a couple times but Im still on my feet
Still shootin those swooshes, shot clock wont buzz on me
Coz I keep my syntaxes razor sharp
Like my pencils been sharpened so when I flow I rip em apart
& Im past metaphors and meta-fives
Im gunning meta-eights and meta-nines
Every time I grab the mic they know to hide
Aint nobody could toe to toe with me, Im the better guy
Plus I got connections everywhere like wi-fi
---------------------Inkpen Kingpin------------------------
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Pow wow gorilla traks warfarin mau mau
Mc's shud bow down accept their fate
N gt their heads str8 b4 they make their next mistake
Go chek da breathtakin scenes dat i ship 2 ur screens via satelite im showin u wat digital means
Maggot flesh magnanimous a hammerous fist
U'll neva knw 'til i show u wat damages is
At least my anthem's bck 2 random
Not black but handsom
Tøok a chance yo i dnt dance i hold rap 4 ransom any means i can
N i dnt trust da man so i watch 4 da scam
I got a plan big as broadband wit fortune in hand
I built da basis wit red brick mortar n sand
Now i tower ova all walls u tried 2 errect
Dnt worry i'll write rhymes u just sign da cheques?
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Kalahari bakgat nee wat neef
J sal moet reguit jou uit kyk hy's heelwat skeef
Keer op keer alles word net weer herleef
Nou die ding is wat sal met jou mense gebeur waneer die gangsters jou huis by die venster omkeer?
Sal jou onteer j is nou ñ hond meneer
Sal jou lat treur daar by die tronk se deur
J was gesê van jou korrelkop wat gou gou klop
ên j weet nie ma j voel hulle hou jou dop
J sal moet vuis slaan ên kop skiet die manne kan skop
Vang ñ kan prop nou hoor j net hande gan op
Môre sê sonstraal leka geslaap?
Vadag maak ons ñ deurbraak weer tot laat
Wys my hy's in staat om ñ skeer te skaap
My genade lyk my hy't verkeerd gepraat
Maar hy's seepglad gevoelens hy word seer gemaak
Hy dra ñ veldskoen
Hoe't hy ñ meneer geraak?
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--------------------THANKS TO MY SUPPORTERS-----------------------
Thanks to my fans
Thanks for the love
Thanks for the hugs
Yall showed me love, when I got shoved
under the carpet or like durt under shrubs
Yall are the reason why I keep doin' my thug
The reason why I bee keeping my buzz
& I never spit duds
coz every time Im thinkin, somebody gon' get stung
Down is what Im never gon' get run
Coz I have yall, Im never gon' get dumb
Coz yall helped me, Ima help yall get some
Thanks for the texts and for the calls
they helped me, when I was facin'-a-fall
So really part of my success, is owed to yall
Im on your shoulders, the reason I stand tall
& if ever you get in one, Digi back you brawl
Some say I should be more humble in my delivery
but its my delivery that delivered me
Do I make sense or is it me just feeling me
Coz the person who said it, believes Im thee epitome
Constructive critisism she belives in Zee
Thanks to you Ma, I got the spirit to go far
Sights set on being a supa nova f*** chillin with stars
I wanna chopper heli's while stars whip cars
Buy out the whole night spot while stars buy out bars
But thats not all Im in it for
I wanna strike a nerve & the reach the core
Wanna be a voice for unity & stopping wars
Theres more to life than credit cards and shopping malls
Yall kept me self driven, hope the chauffer doesnt stall
& I hope yall 'member my name when Im six feet & no more
and please dont judge me, the way yall did Cyborg
Like him I have a cause, that Im willin to die for
This is my life ,my decisions, my calls
Its a pitty the f*** ups is what we judged upon
So, to my fans enjoy it while Im here while it lasts
Coz when Im gone I'll be a thing of the past
enclosed in a history book or somewhere in a shoe box
Whatever you remember, rememer I was from the boondocks
A Bang-Bang graduate, school of the hard knocks
& I took it way back like Flinstones in Bedrock
But I did for more than just getting your head bopped
I did it for me, I did it for you
But most of all I did it for us
No joke for realla no bluff
before yall I was an artist but now I wan' be a arteest
Thanks for even reading this piece
Now Ima ponder a wave, jot a good bye & you coul' read peace !!
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----------------WHOS THE KING OF MASERU---------------
Theres a whole lotta kings
But which one reigns
Is it Core, T-Mecha, or Z to D-I
Coz each emcee handle his own B-I
& wanna be remembered like Daddy Kane and BI
Livin out our lives inbetween the ink
not really existing, when we cant think
Eyes peeled wide & cant afford to blink
Gotta stay afloat & cant afford to sink
Gotta be a king yo f*** bein' a prince
Make a whole album by expanding on a glimpse
Add a little flavour to the food when they think
& its not a easy task, when Wrecka & Mecha on ya a**
coz one weak flow get you taken in a Flash
So I gotta be Gordon
bringing light, to erry track
so if it aint benjamins its flows I gotta stack
but either way flows get exchanged for cash
adding words every day like its comprehension math
So whos the real King of this city
Who grabs the mic and gets illy
Who could make em bump like Weezy in A Millie
and who could better that like Jay-z wit A Billie
I wanna know, so I graft like billy goat
Every day Im posting a millie flows
Keepin competition on they skinny toes
T-Mecha and me gon' hit the studio
Gon' make a cla**ic like C U by Coolio
the rest could be Enrique, I could be Julio
I just wan' top the charts numero no uno
Flipin' mad lyrics like this was word judo
--------------------INKEP KINGPIN-------------------
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Im really illy silly with a billie trillie flows
Go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Like its a boxing ring, groomin 'em like Don King
Call me J.R Tolken, Im the Lord of any ring
Gimmme a mic, & I aint afraid to say or spit on, anything
Coz Im flier than the wings on a tripple 7 boeing
you know exactly where Im going
My rhymes are explosive yet blow you like a prostitue
Im fly in jeans & sneakers or even, in a proper suit
You prolly wondering who the f***, Im talkin to
Coz the way I soak up flows up like wet mop
and you love it so illy, acapelas get yo head bopped
Wack emcees should do like intersections and just stop
Do like red robots and just stop
Do like emergency breaking and JUST STOP
and take a look at me, to notice HiP-hOP
Ima flow spillin killer with the rhymes when they drill ya
Foundations in the truth Ima f***en strong pillar
& I only represent whats realla, when writing for my niggaz
Ima rocket launcher, little niggaz hold little triggers
My persona is a monster, like Michael Jacks in thriller
Call me Edward, coz movements with my hands get you scissored
Or campare me to your banker coz, I allready got you figured
Now when I ask whos the realest, say my name or you are finished
With this flow thing Ima Menace like Dennis
Kicking flows back & forth like its tennis
Im stockin' em, poppin' em', shockin' em, coppin' em & parkin' em
Pens Im straight cockin' em, rhymes Im straight droppin' 'em
They hated me before but like a cyst I jus grow on 'em
Im a professional street reporter, yo live from the curb
I gotta a mixtape on the streets it aint sweet have you heard
Singles helped me run to the top like Obama
coz I was dropping more bombs than Osama
had the whole family dancin including gran mama
So if you tryina be hotter than me, you shouldn't bother
Next in line is nobody else but my little brother
Staying fresh in the dirt,coming live out the gutter
Kickin more flows than a whole season of soccer
Do it proper so one day he could he coul' prosper
When Im flowing Im growing soon I be blowin like boom
Nuken' like Doom, until then see ya soon
who you know in this city coul' get illy
& write more rhymes than digi........really
Coz Im outta this world like a alien can you feely
I juggle words like playing with dictionaries, Im so silly
------------------THE MICROPHONE BULLY @ HIS BEST---------------
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Im really illy silly with a billie trillie flows
Go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Like its a boxing ring, groomin 'em like Don King
Call me J.R Tolken, Im the Lord of any ring
Gimmme a mic, & I aint afraid to say or spit on, anything
Coz Im flier than the wings on a tripple 7 boeing
you know exactly where Im going
My rhymes are explosive yet blow you like a prostitue
Im fly in jeans & sneakers or even, in a proper suit
You prolly wondering who the f***, Im talkin to
Coz the way I soak up flows up like wet mop
and you love it so illy, acapelas get yo head bopped
Wack emcees should do like intersections and just stop
Do like red robots and just stop
Do like emergency breaking and JUST STOP
and take a look at me, to notice HiP-hOP
Ima flow spillin killer with the rhymes when they drill ya
Foundations in the truth Ima f***en strong pillar
& I only represent whats realla, when writing for my niggaz
Ima rocket launcher, little niggaz hold little triggers
My persona is a monster, like Michael Jacks in thriller
Call me Edward, coz movements with my hands get you scissored
Or campare me to your banker coz, I allready got you figured
Now when I ask whos the realest, say my name or you are finished
With this flow thing Ima Menace like Dennis
Kicking flows back & forth like its tennis
Im stockin' em, poppin' em', shockin' em, coppin' em & parkin' em
Pens Im straight cockin' em, rhymes Im straight droppin' 'em
They hated me before but like a cyst I jus grow on 'em
Im a professional street reporter, yo live from the curb
I gotta a mixtape on the streets it aint sweet have you heard
Singles helped me run to the top like Obama
coz I was dropping more bombs than Osama
had the whole family dancin including gran mama
So if you tryina be hotter than me, you shouldn't bother
Next in line is nobody else but my little brother
Staying fresh in the dirt,coming live out the gutter
Kickin more flows than a whole season of soccer
Do it proper so one day he could he coul' prosper
When Im flowing Im growing soon I be blowin like boom
Nuken' like Doom, until then see ya soon
who you know in this city coul' get illy
& write more rhymes than digi........really
Coz Im outta this world like a alien can you feely
I juggle words like playing with dictionaries, Im so silly
------------------THE MICROPHONE BULLY @ HIS BEST---------------
PROPS!
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This is for all the hip hop daddies of da world.
My daddy was absent f*** him anyway.
Respect women & I will respect you.
[/b]
I rest my case.
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MERRY XMAS TO ALL MY HIP HOP HEADS.
A HAPPY NEW YEAR WITH DOPE RHYMES.
ANOTHER YEAR WITH AG TIMES.
PEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAACE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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who are you?
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Why you Ask?
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People seem to be slowin down on the verses en arguin
Anyway
I practice praying mantis tactics
on deceptive medical detectives
Who try to psycho analyse my style
And hopefully summarise my rhymes
But "I am he, the one who can see
beyond the superficial maize
of amazing things"
So I escape, this self hate
oblivios mental state
And dominate in the intricate field
of thought inscription
Where I sow the seeds of reason
into the fertile field of thinkin
Food for thought for those lost in furrows
Funny fellows who futily follow the arrow
With no concept of purpose or direction
Genocidal tendencies which summon European intervention
and subsequent oppression to those in question....
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Around mutes i refuse...2 feel at home
I rock a steel microphone wit a dome covered by soft foam
Sad i'd rather lose crews
Glad i neva lost tone
Im pure ba** i make speakers shake like earthquakes
Da window payne vibrates 4rm da sound dat generates
I colour da grey states b4 i raise da stakes
Dj's blaze da breaks just so they can escape
No rest im so wicked i battle to stay awake
Or deny my form
This is my future f*** i call it sci-fi pron
Im droppin rhymes on
Da real reason y i was born
Posess a hurricane's brain within da eye of da storm
Recently its I alone wu arrived by stone
2 stroll da quote en quote long road inside of my dome
All my fine feathered friends know im much live-er tho
Cos i re-did da data n changed it to mp3
Then i digitally download my re-entery
This is my captain's analog...of a place unknown
In da shape of a metronome in da twi-light zone
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props props greeen...
i stand on a white stone with no direction its past
time reflection and self rejection as i stand at
an intersection with a 4way split im busted like a split
lip with no where to hide only got one light to guide
"click"...eskom again...
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pSYCHE - oPTIC
"So I escape, this self hate
oblivios mental state
And dominate in the intricate field
of thought inscription
Where I sow the seeds of reason
into the fertile field of thinkin"
TO DOPE- IM LISTENING!
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I BLOW SCRIPTS AND SMOKE KIDS WITH MELODIC FOCUS
I COREOGRAPH MY DAMN SCRIPTS TILL THEY DANCE ON PAGES
PARAPHRAZE THE ARCMAGE IS BLAZING WITH AGELESS RAZORS
SOME HAVE CALLED ME SENSEI OTHERS CALLED ME SAGE KID
SCHOOLED MORE SONS THAN FATHER ABRAHAM BACK IN THE DAY KID
IM NOT FAMOUS!
I BEEN BROKE.. SHIT! Ï "ROLLED"WITH ADDICTS YOUVE SMOKED WITH
IVE BEEN ON POINT WITH DOPE SHITS, IVE LOST MY FOCUS,
COLLECTED TOKENS OF APPRECIATION WHEN BLAZING STREET CIPHER ON SOME COLLECTIVE ENERGY, ACHIEVE PROGRESS BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY
ATTRACTED TO A COMMON CAUSE THROUGH CONNECTIVE SYNERGY!
- CYFA LOJIKK aka - pSEUDONYMOUS pHANTOM pSYCOLOGIST.
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I BLOW SCRIPTS AND SMOKE KIDS WITH MELODIC FOCUS
I COREOGRAPH MY DAMN SCRIPTS TILL THEY DANCE ON PAGES
PARAPHRAZE THE ARCMAGE IS BLAZING WITH AGELESS RAZORS
SOME HAVE CALLED ME SENSEI OTHERS CALLED ME SAGE KID
SCHOOLED MORE SONS THAN FATHER ABRAHAM BACK IN THE DAY KID
IM NOT FAMOUS!
I BEEN BROKE.. SHIT! Ï "ROLLED"WITH ADDICTS YOUVE SMOKED WITH
IVE BEEN ON POINT WITH DOPE SHITS, IVE LOST MY FOCUS,
COLLECTED TOKENS OF APPRECIATION WHEN BLAZING STREET CIPHER ON SOME COLLECTIVE ENERGY, ACHIEVE PROGRESS BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY
ATTRACTED TO A COMMON CAUSE THROUGH CONNECTIVE SYNERGY!
- CYFA LOJIKK aka - pSEUDONYMOUS pHANTOM pSYCOLOGIST.
(http://img138.imageshack.us/img138/7752/capslockor6.jpg)
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the illest of the ill amount to nill
in the eyes of the creator.. cause
he is greater and cares for you like a incubator..
im the narrator of my life been out late
for the cyphe got into trouble with the knife...
got robbed one...let them go cause im the dun
the late night son... "always shine bright like the sun.."
and anyone can claim but virtual youll remain in the
monitors frame but it keeps us sane AG never in vain
i stand in the position of the "crain" and defend
hip hops name never drag it thru mud i pound the head like "thud"...
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I BLOW SCRIPTS AND SMOKE KIDS WITH MELODIC FOCUS
I COREOGRAPH MY DAMN SCRIPTS TILL THEY DANCE ON PAGES
PARAPHRAZE THE ARCMAGE IS BLAZING WITH AGELESS RAZORS
SOME HAVE CALLED ME SENSEI OTHERS CALLED ME SAGE KID
SCHOOLED MORE SONS THAN FATHER ABRAHAM BACK IN THE DAY KID
IM NOT FAMOUS!
I BEEN BROKE.. SHIT! Ï "ROLLED"WITH ADDICTS YOUVE SMOKED WITH
IVE BEEN ON POINT WITH DOPE SHITS, IVE LOST MY FOCUS,
COLLECTED TOKENS OF APPRECIATION WHEN BLAZING STREET CIPHER ON SOME COLLECTIVE ENERGY, ACHIEVE PROGRESS BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY
ATTRACTED TO A COMMON CAUSE THROUGH CONNECTIVE SYNERGY!
- CYFA LOJIKK aka - pSEUDONYMOUS pHANTOM pSYCOLOGIST.
(http://www.brianlife.com/illustration/images/INTERNET-MCS_03.jpg)
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I'm going to put up some rules for you netcees who insist on infesting the boards with your (mostly) half-arsed lyrics. If you fail to obey these laws I will visit you in the small hours and put a bat up your nightdress.
1. Don't give yourself a name like Black the Undead Sculptor or Illustrator the Forgotten Poetical Poetician or, as a matter of fact, Daz da Cyfa Logikk Psudonymous Phantom Psychologist. I mean, what the f***?
2. If you have to look up a word in the dictionary, you are not allowed to use it in your verse. If you go through the dictionary looking for long words, you are banned from this website.
3. Just because it rhymes, doesn't mean it should.
4. SA has eleven languages. Write in the language you know best. If you speak Xhosa, don't write your verse in isiZulu. If you speak ten languages, but English isn't one of them, don't write in English. You'll look like a prat.
5. TURN THAT GODDAMN CAPSLOCK OFF.
6. Unless you are super-experimental (and if you're posting lyrics on the net you probably aren't) then most raps are in 4/4 time. Four bars, people. Write one line per bar. Don't split up your lines because you think it looks cool. It doesn't.
I'll add more as I think of them. Happy Christmas motherf***ers. ;D
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happy jesus day right back at ya mo fucca...plus these barriers you set up
are most probly acceptable..never been schooled like this before..i dub you "ag sensai"
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happy jesus day right back at ya mo fucca...plus these barriers you set up
are most probly acceptable..never been schooled like this before..i dub you "ag sensai"
"
Haha, Tate's gonna be after you for stealing his title. He's a rare but major force on these hallowed pages.
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please at least let the bounty on my head be worth it lol!!
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1. Sorry BOSS.
2. f*** YOUR website.
3. if you are feeling intelectually challenged by my lyrics thats cool, but dont try keeping me at your level.
4. if you had to pick up a dictionary to understand my Alias thats your issue.
5. "Just because it rhymes, doesn't mean it should." NO FOOL just cause you dont have the capacity to understand it, doesnt mean it doesnt make sense.
6. CAPS LOCK? I WONT EVEN GO THERE YOU ON A POWER TRIP, AND I CANT STAND LOAD SHEDDING.
7."6. Unless you are super-experimental (and if you're posting lyrics on the net you probably aren't) then most raps are in 4/4 time. Four bars, people. Write one line per bar. Don't split up your lines because you think it looks cool. It doesn't." - you a Ancient school muther f***er aren't you?
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"***giants clash"*** big blunder dash"***
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Hey Daz, where'd you get the name? ;D
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yeah your name is........abnormaly normal kinda way
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its short for Darryn ;D
the name my mother gave me
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its short for Darryn ;D
the name my mother gave me
And the, um, Cyfa Logikk Psudonymous Phantom Psychologist bit?
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lmj...eish rob you funny...i was waiting for like a huge explaination..he good!
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why dont you get a dictionary?
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welcome...
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why dont you get a dictionary?
Ah, so you don't KNOW what it means? You're actually not sure yourself?
See, I get the individual words. That bit is fine, believe it or not. But if you're going to come up with a name like da Cyfa Logikk Psudonymous Phantom Psychologist then you'd better have a good reason.
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truth is i have multiple cipher names, i cant choose, theres to many,
so i flip them where ever i see fit
is that aloud? ???
i dont know?
who cares?
the god of the internet my son! :o hush now dont be scared i will protect you. >:(
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truth is i have multiple cipher names, i cant choose, theres to many,
so i flip them where ever i see fit
is that aloud? ???
i dont know?
who cares?
the god of the internet my son! :o hush now dont be scared i will protect you. >:(
I'm bored at work and this is fun ;D
Every recorded anything? Ever actually gone into a studio? Ever been in front of a mic?
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ROB- "I get the individual words. That bit is fine, believe it or not. But if you're going to come up with a name like da Cyfa Logikk Psudonymous Phantom Psychologist then you'd better have a good reason."
1- they are 2 seperate AKA's.
2- did you ever play connect the dots? cuz if you know what each word means then you are probably a very left headed cat.
a artist can be pseudonymous, one example. ever heard of a writer by te name of WEI WU WEI? the name Phantom Psycologist is in any event a Pseudonymous title and since i am the Phantom Psycologist i would chose to by pseudonymous in nature.
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NO i have never recorded. the closest i ever came was rocking a show with with ben sharpa we were spliffing and spitting together when he was in bloem and i just happened to be there at the same time he was, he asked me to bust a opeing freestyle for his performance, as i dont carry scripts or write to often anyway that was the first and last time i performed i was also at willards way with words and various other battle events. i just scrapped together enuff cash to get a computer, my boy PIX is helping me understand all the technical ish. dont get me wrong the blades are ready.
we are planning in dropping multiple shits this year coming, you know when youve been planning something for ever and all of a sudden it seems like shit will actually come together, well thats where i am at, and next year is looking exciting. no rush though!
i will be working with many many emcees producers and artists, the year that just went by was all about networking.
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Yourself?
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Yourself?
Multiple tracks. Lot of stuff in Grahamstown; Hiphocalypse mixtape, the Innovators mixtapes, the RU Project. Dropping my EP very soon (it's done, just waiting for the artwork). Got my own studio - needs a lot of work but it's sounding crispy so far.
Opened for Waddy Jones, J-Bux, rocked an open mic before a Skwatta show back in the day. More coming I hope.
Getcha hustle on.
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A black president seems to be the world's attention
a broke niggas only highlight is in the vacancy section
-encircling- like earth to the sun
and that's kak long-
but that's how slow time moves
it takes even longer to get on your own two
cause true to self
is only a word
but never practised
praying for daylight
but it's being eclipsed
and wishing for wings
really brings no escape
cuase of the icarus touch
You wanna reach
for Aah's and Ooh's
like MC's do
in cyphas
how they gonna feel you
when your mic-less
Accoustics play to the sound of you
but the drums Beat
is already through
Luv's Labours Lost
Send by yours truly
from Maca**ar with Luv
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TO MY FELLOW SPARTANS:
TO MY FELLOW SPARTANS:
It is that time of the year again when we must sharpen our pencils
Buff those square toes and fix those ties straight.
When those notes for that boardroom meeting must be on point,
that business plan must be water tight and flawless.
Its time to put back the Superman suit back and relieve ourselves
of the obligatory duty of saving the countries refineries and bars from
letting all that good malt, barely and hops going to waste.
My fellow Spartans it is time for battle, a long and inflexible gruesome battle.
A battle that will show no mercy, for pockets will be empty, stress levels
will rise, internet-lessneess will be on the lurk, haters and vultures will
linger eagerly for the opportune to severe your head at the slightest glimpse of your weakness.
This is by far the goriest battle we will face, so as we take up arms, as we
prepare for each day, each meeting, each test, and each exam, each date, let us
not forget that we are Spartans.
That we will not bow to stress, we will not crumble under pressure
we will not give in to trial.
WE WILL TRIUMPH over each and every stumbling block, we will brace ourselves after
each volley and wave of bullshit that is hurlted at us, by our seemingly
hard to reach goals or dreams. Moreover when we reach our goals we will not
be proud, we will be humble we will not rest on our lorals, for that in
itself is a mistake we cannot afford to make.
We are Spartans, we will fight to the nail to crack that deal, get that A,
Make that grade, score that chick, get that car, and buy them sneakers.
For the road ahead there will be neither rest nor respite, only hard work.
9-5's don’t cut it anymore. 9-5's are for the fickle and weak.
As a Spartan, a God among ants it is upon you to go beyond self expectation.
To excel beyond success.
As a Spartan you are to aim past the sky for the moon so should you miss
you will still be amongst the stars.
As a Spartan you are to lead and not follow, you are to know and not guess.
As a Spartan failure and retreat are not an options.
If you shall falter do not wait ambly like a piss ant for a stranger to pick you up
NO !!! You do that your damn self.
There are only so many days, and for which non can be afforded
to self pity and shedding of tears over inane ramblings.
As a Spartan your victories should not surprise you and nor should you jump up and down
in celebration like a newly wed faggot, as victory is what is expected of you
and more importantly what you should expect of yourself.
Your enemy knows your every weakness, your strengths, your goal, ambitions, interests,
Your likes and dislikes, your fears, and deepest darkest secretes.
Your enemy knows your real friend and those f***ers you pretend are your friends but
Behind the confines and comfort of closed doors you readily crucify without hesitation.
Do not listen to the voices that will negate you into self slaughter.
Do not rest when you should be grafting for that is when your enemy is gaining strength
against you.
As a Spartan social suicide is a sacrifice that must be made should the situation present itself.
You are a soldier of the highest decree a descent of Gods.
You are an achiever; you are the meaning of hope, perseverance, consistency and persistence.
You are a SPARTAN.
12 months 52 weeks 365 days 525600 minutes is how long your battle will last.
There will be no breaks, no pit stops. NO, that shit is for women, faggots and sissies.
You will eat, sleep, be, live, become and evolve into one with your ambition and end goal.
You will embody that which you want to become most, without shame and without permission from
the next man. You have one shot, one chance to do it right, for nobody else but you.
You will see fellow men turn on each other; you will bear witness to men cry, and some
will even turn on you. Hard and difficult decisions will have to be made and in so doing
rather suffer the consequences of YOUR decisions than someone else’s.
A SPARTAN learns from its mistakes and grows from its misfortune.
As a SPARTAN it is upon you to take it upon yourself to be the architect of your own success,
for the heights of your achievements are in direct proportion to the depths of your commitment.
We are all of us responsible to ourselves for our own lack of achievement or inability to achieve or
lack thereof. Let this battle be a reflecting of the hunger within us as men, as leaders.
Let as stand tall when the battery smoke clears and the body count is stacked up.
Rid yourself of last years regrets as regrets are nothing more than the past haunting you in
the present, a parasite feasting on your possibilities and opportunities deluding you into nonexistence.
YOU ARE A SPARTAN. GO OUT AND BE. BECOME
-------------------------THE STREETS REPORTER---------------------------
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TO MY FELLOW SPARTANS:
YOU ARE A SPARTAN. GO OUT AND BE. BECOME
-------------------------THE STREETS REPORTER---------------------------
SALUTE TO THAT!!!
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WHO
Whos the hottest nucca 'round, this town
Whos the smiliest nucca'round, NO CLOWN
Who spit the shit that bring the whole house down
Write songs for tha ladies turn frowns up-side-down
Who flows weigh a-whole lotta kilo's plus pounds
Whos flows bite but doesn't bite flows
Who persona known for, crowding up shows
I aint even gotta say coz you already know
Just a holla at my peoples, its 2000-&-mine
Im pullin all the stops its my 2000 to shine
Ima get what I gotta, coz Id rather
That
Than have to heal me from emotional marta
of
Failure and lack of success, therefore I wont bother
Tryina be the nice guy livin on grace & honour
Ima honour my honours, 3 years, Ima do it for me & my mama
Turn my bullshit to bill tips like a rich bitch
Watch the space & watch me switch
This be my matrix and I am the one, no glitch
& I aint gon' stop wont flop till Im filthy rich
Who you know could post inspire and real shit like me
and who you know coul' be cocky about it like HE
no needa think twice, who but Zee slash capital D
Who but I
Who but that G
Who, it aint you so its gotta be I
Who scribble so nice, always dot i's & cross fakes off like T's
Whos A game is on like E-A
Whos that nigga with the flow never took a L
Dummy I just spelt it out, Ouch !!!
Yeh Im that hot, I freeze frames whenever I take aim
Im like a sniper with a flow delivery so crazy I must be insane
Pushin rhymes, back and back and forth like its a tug of war
If Pie got a ear of this the kid wouldn't want it no more
I am the embodied version of the future, I am the coming
The pre-post past present I am Him, nucca, get running
Compare to bat' powered safety tools, call me STUNNING
Who keeps it real, even if & when they dressed blue
Who you know flow sick-high as me like bird flue
Who you know keep a cool like ice blue
--------------------THE INKPEN KINGPIN----------------
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shit, it's been such a long time and i can't come up with shit. i fried my brain with whiskey over the vac.... damn.... but who's up from bringing back the 8 bar concepts and open mic exhibitions...make yourself shown...
let's make this blow up this year...aight
"Didn't get to da mafia, cos i wasn't a goodfella/
was adopted by the Kuti family. Now i'm a good Fela"
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"the crowd cheers ****bring back 8 bar concept****
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A rhyming machine...Im onstage causing a scene
My hip hop's heartless...My art serves to torture a being
A masta dat reigns supreme above many emcees
Sum i consider friends but most wud be enemies
I'll be like Emperor Sellasi witout da unity speech
Battle goes back to basics...My students i teach
How to achieve mic control dat doesn't ruin their reach
I even gave em a few tips plus a coupla cheats
Just incase of an emergency when fuking up beats
Apples from Plumbs to Peach
Fruits Veggies n Meats
For me every line i write fulfills my dietary needs
Not in a league im league-less wit shadows around
I kept it hardcore cos dat's how a savage shud sound
Who'dve thought dat a pro-noun wud damage a clown?
U need to get up n be down to have ur stamina found
I cum to lifeguard these m-seas where amateur's drowned
Whether its pound for pound i will bring em to ground
Yo my skill level's king u need to bring me da crown.
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This is dedicated 2 da Broke Niggers....Hollaaaaaa!!!!
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***sorry AG dont contain no broke niccas...wrong site dawg*****
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Aaah f*** it came on da forum and chucked it/
plundered and plucked it out a that mud/ reversed and rehashed it/ smoked it then I SHAT it!/
see that's just it emcees are JUST too plastic/
like they tryna go far/ they off the raydar like an acting a** kissing hater/ your raps are too later like a ma**debater my shitt'll make you grab for paper and take notes/ you gussed it you're a masturbater/ so stick to your nature/ never tussle with those that a put u in a gravedog!/ tha's just pain hog like your'e a glutton fo punishment/ relish it like a vampyre out for hellish embelishments/ f*** heavenly scents, the smell of your hair burning is like a soufle fluffy and light move in the middle of the night/ nosferatu twist the stoker rendition/ and I
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yo stop the bullshit and admit not any mc is fit to spit
dont lose grip and enjoy the trip its the higher grade shit
check me out on a sex cellphone clip doing the nasty
now their fathers wana blast me cause their daughters
lives aint no more flashy its trashy send the connect to
to a homy make em wet n make em foamy slice em thin
how i like my polony i delete your cronie crew make em blue
cook em up into a stew like "imqumboti" i make the brew..
step to a G....
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Reminiscing about ma battle days/
back when I was filled with Anger & Rage/
I could break a sentences' neck and leave it (para)phrased/
But now, I keep it real collecting accolades/
I decided to let the bief chill like watching cattle graze/
I rattle cages/ you faker than a masquerade is/
I shatter stages/ and move you like a travel agent/
Open Africas gateway/ so Ametures Vacate/
Turn this open mic into a Ma**acre May Day/
My tongue's a gat and you don't want me to take aim/
Like Yfm ain't no telling when I'm gon fire this AK!
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Dats rite relax have a sat n act like...U not in da presence of a murderous blak knight
Im so used to rap fights...In battles when i grab mics
200 stories up...Dare i drop it from mad heights
Wit flows i boast da most...So it shows i had brag rights
I lab rat wit bad types
My half life is half bright n half shadow khans
They wanted me to stop but wat da hell i carried arms
So much home runs off da bat...Im like da new Barry Bonds
In da bottom o' da 9th 2 outs im at da plate
Da signal da pitch cums da baseball breaks
My inhalers exhales n then consumes da host
When u dead f*** ur body i'll exume ur ghost
Of course u'll be swamped when u entering marsh pits...My Darth Vader dark scripts emperial marches
To harpoon ur partners crews n clicks
Da agony of ur torture produces high pitchd shrieks
Its not a trick its my wild freaks defiling these beats...Stretch cos afta sunsets ur a** is on next
So take it outta context i want u to...Nigga by all means da Green's on da hunt for u
Seminars r da function of my right retina...Wit my left eye i spy...Da type dats secular
How u doin?As if i care...I came here to scare kids
Cos my bitch is a Blair witch...
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well i stepped, outa the dark-for tha love of da art
the truth is, utterin facts can bring light to that dark
skined and painted dirty-killed before his thirty-still repeting the cycle through ellegitimate kids
well this came, outa my soul-storys needs to told
and so outa my verse there had need to be growth
man its simple,straight forward im just lettin you know
this is like the PE city how its turning cold
tryin to find a way here and there against all odds
many fall in fear but this year i finally saw
reason and im findind this gateway
coz it be like the first time i lay my eyes on tha moment and so i finally take!!!
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face painted blue\
ideas with no clue\
guess that's what happens if you get a kick out of brew\
but weed to\
let me get a drink or 2\
i am back on the race was out with a flu\
going to control myself now, don't wanna act like a loose screw\
plus just got kicked out of my old crew\
they idiots, i've been striving for something new\
shit! yu a stranger, don't know why i am talking you\
nice to meet! you just said your name is who?\
...
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I unleash my freestyles all across ur numb brainz
I masturbate my wordz so my verses r like cum stainz
Da mic protectors swinging eye blinding septors
I'm representing me n my mutha fukn neck 1st
Go on n do U dats ur right man
To eat wit ur left n wipe ur a** wit ur right hand
But i hope it's not da same 1 u had on da mic stand
I spent a lifetime try'na perfekt shit
But u ain't evn half way near spitting ur best shit
My toxic hot shit ensures dat i rock shit
Ur's is but a chick mine's a full grown ostrich
Holding u hostage stuck by hapoxics
Bunch o' mutha fukas think they ill but they not sick
I always drop big
They quick to change da topic
Not giving 'em a hand all they getting is drop kickd
In Eastridge it's GreenBat Scallywag n Garlic
We drunk off da punchlines like rhyme alkaholiks
Hip Hop's lifting me up u'll spy my hydrolics
I'm smoothly polishd but ruff where it means da most
U heard my produkt's out now u shockd like u just seen a ghost
Yo who's house is this?
Wasn't it Bat's to begin wit?
N who's style was so wild da trial had u injurd?
Cos when it enters it entertains
U'll feel da vibe change as soon as sum1 mentions names:-\
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^^^DANG! this nigga got mo' rhymz than a mothafucca!!!
Respect to the Bat.
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^^^DANG! this nigga got mo' rhymz than a mothafucca!!!
Respect to the Bat.
like it too, mad reps
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Greenbat, you're a dope man mayn!!!
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*A lil' sumthin' I jus' scribbled...u'know, with no work & all.
here goez...
Before Hip Hop was Rick Ross…Lil’ Wayne and all the res’/
I learnt ‘bout knowledge of self, from Common Sense and KRS/
POC had me believe…it was way beyon’ the music/
But social commentary from’a revolution’s movement/
So dear to my heart. t’was only natural I play’ my part/
In this…land of the free, for global youth to relate/
Even though I’m not a fan of what it sound like today/
I stay, bumpin’ that true school (raps)…on TDK tapes/
But yo! to cut it short and jus’ quickly sum it up/
I’M HIP HOP… FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART TO THE TOP/
AND WON’T STOP, ‘TIL DAY MY F@CKING CASKET DROPS!
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props for the scribbble!
yo iim sitting in my chair peeping my screen
this 4 by 4 box while im typing out a dream
but its far fetched as my words are deeply etched in
stone and steel still thankfull for my savior mielie meal with
no sugar i remember jiving to the sounds of booga and tkz
perfecting my moves like 123 empowered by abc but i knockd over a boiling
pot now i got the 2nd degree only painkiller is embracing the tree
and picking up my lifes debree shattered and trampled like a horse on tar
im a walking scar so i become resident of the bar ordering to drown my feeling i know that the lord will get to the healing but when im about to
give up on the paper and pen hell maybe even life leave a love note for my wife...saying one scar one funeral..
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i am hip hop:
if you look up the word "hip hop" you ll find me
undercase stating" OG" true to the name solely
i make the sabith day holy with blessing i unrap
the evil injected in hip hops dressing send it to
the cleaners for pressing now shes clean "like
i roll the pits out the green" grab the mic and
cause a scene eruption of cheers cause im mean
give you pleasure like a cream....lol
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Its been while without me; now let me step up/
I'll scream "why you doubt me!"; and chow the whole set up//
Get everybody wrapped up; Like cloony and all his mimes
You cats better act up//
Spittin this introcate rap thing is my life kid/
And wrippin it written or freely, don't just buy it//
Over the net or at home, don't just try it/
Its mystery of mastery in the name of art/
They got misery and tragedy those who fame before love//
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*A lil' sumthin' I jus' scribbled...u'know, with no work & all.
here goez...
Before Hip Hop was Rick Ross...Lil' Wayne and all the res'/
I learnt 'bout knowledge of self, from Common Sense and KRS/
POC had me believe...it was way beyon' the music/
But social commentary from'a revolution's movement/
So dear to my heart. t'was only natural I play' my part/
In this...land of the free, for global youth to relate/
Even though I'm not a fan of what it sound like today/
I stay, bumpin' that true school (raps)...on TDK tapes/
But yo! to cut it short and jus' quickly sum it up/
I'M HIP HOP... FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART TO THE TOP/
AND WON'T STOP, 'TIL DAY MY F@CKING CASKET DROPS!
Props mayn this da ish!But y'd u have to name drop 'em bitch niggaz P.O.C?If u knew da history of hip hop da way i do u'd realize they da reason shit's so fukd up, i HATE 'em fake a** pussies Dj Ready D can eat a big fat dick!Da day they die i'll b right there taking a piss on their graves.
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yo green im with you 100000% yo...ready d aint looking out for the realists...only his emmidiates...i was a victom of that ish...
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yo green im with you 100000% yo...ready d aint looking out for the realists...only his emmidiates...i was a victom of that ish...
From hero to Zero to in two posts... that means READY-D done sumthin bad... Bat wouldnt be saying what he said.
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yo certain peeps in the cape think they better than the rest cause of their status...
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yo certain peeps in the cape think they better than the rest cause of their status...
Can relate to that... cos cats are laways like that.
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if i had the platform that some people do in the game i would use to to uplift the community...not just a portion...thats just wrong..
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Shit ya'll i got so much beef wit dat a**hole nd its not even bout me but how fukd up he nd his poc cronnies treatd alotta cats dat were only out to preserve da kultcha of hip hop!But most of all dat mutha fuka bin running his mouth sayn "local emcees aint real cos we b thinking we american cos of da way we rhyme nd spit our raps" bullshit!I say "if u a drug dealer nd u selling drugs to kids u have sum responsibility when they turn out to b addicts!"Wat i'm sayn is he da 1 dat playd all da "american" rap shit thru da years now he got da biggest problem wit how we turnd out.FUK him his wife nd his kids DIE MUTHA FUKA DIE MUTHA FUKA DIE!We celebrated da death of Mr.Phat now we just waiting on da rest of 'em like Emile YX, Shaheen Ariefdien, Shamiel X nd dat faggot Lance Stehr to kick da bucket.Its time they got called on their fukd up-ness!
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wow, greenbat. that shit aint cool man. drive slow homie
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yo my man green has some feelings about this ish so let him be...they must have sone something wrong for green to bust out like that ...and i aint even gona get started on that ish!
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Shit I got a bigger ego than Lucifer when they nailed Jesus
Only difference is mine won't be bruised in just over 2 days
For a long time with pride I stayed behind like true gays
Cheering these rappers I'm now preparing to prey on
Eyo I stay on, radio hostile content till I get on
Radio airwaves for high rotation and then I stay on
See I may not have ma** appeal but the ma**es will appeal
To DJ's to play the realest ish that I only bring
If real recognise real then I shud get instant recognition
And if matchboxes start up fires then I'm the co-ignition
I excite the crowd like it was in fire and I was spitting fuel
Getting more muscle for my hustle evryday coz I dwell
On thoughts stimulated by those who thought b4 me
In most spheres of life what was gud then is better now
So Ima spit doper shit than those that did b4 me
In hip hop I was spared a room my time is now
Taken from I Am by me Don Kalimeshe aka Manene
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ey yo i have a problem and it got to do with fakes
now hold down on them emergency brakes and listen
this is not hatin or dissin its the importance of something
missing the link like "we act before we think or spit before we ink"
i spit and make you blink...too...fast...im the thought taken you
back to the past that feeling of fimiliarity..like a petrol attendant
cleaning my window now i see clarity ending up in falkinberg
cause of rhymes insanity i hold back on the profanity chill with
lockheads and dont need the vanity "dapa tingz" you got mood swings like park swings see saw mockery dooron them old rhyme schemes hardcore
its the most high ini adore im no rasta no locks but my heart stops clocks bullets jams glocks i cool all the hot spots and make em itch
like chicken pocks go to the shop in my blue crocks and buy the voice
the most graphic paper by choice peep my city dam what a pity..another mob killing some more blood spilling...nooo...
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"POC was a trend GreenBat's da essense
Dats why i was featured n grabbed fasta than weapons
But i said "Nah!" in da same Devious came
Then i exhaled n i took to seeing this game
In a way u can say i'm studying rap
But i stayed on da streets n da streets gave back
Dats appreciation u were always gonna lack
I mince steaks baby i got beef to grind
But it escapes sometimes n takes me a week to find
So fuk u beta hope ur crew's in shot
I'm a monsta u just been abused alot."
Yeah now u know!
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yo i found out that hip hop on the flats is divided
the thin line broke and the heads then colided.. our raps
then divided.. and respect got lost.. claiming we
to "americanize" and we paying the cost..
the streets are cold putting to shame... "frost"
making us out to be fake as if we lost.. saying
our roots are infected..we been stamped "rejected"
no place for us on their scene.. when we wana holler
they so mean.. yet we so kean ..and they not.. like lil
babies throwing toys out the cot.. but we will kill
em with a 16 on the spot.. test us we the illest..we the realist...
and ill give em what i got...
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Props mayn this da ish!But y'd u have to name drop 'em bitch niggaz P.O.C?If u knew da history of hip hop da way i do u'd realize they da reason shit's so fukd up, i HATE 'em fake a** pussies Dj Ready D can eat a big fat dick!Da day they die i'll b right there taking a piss on their graves.
Could you elaborate a little? Also your beef with the rest of the guys you mentioned?
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@pyro did you name change cause of the whole gay thing lol..kidding...man green gotz some serious notes on the rapz in the cape flats line...shit is under raps here but for the peeps affected by it ...some heartful shit!
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Yeah, I changed the name I've been using for years because of a weak diss from some cat I don't know.
Explain the Cape Flats situation then if you guys feel so strongly about it. It doesn't help just saying f*** them and that you are glad that Fats died and shit like that without saying why you feel this way.
That just makes you look bitter to me.
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I grew up with the thinkin, life aint fair
But screw that, yo Im takin flight this year
Pulling all the stops so I could cop that pair
Top level husltin', Im takin' it right there
Burning all the bridges, like yeh I dont care
Lights on or off, yeh I aint scared
Faith in my heart & nuts my in hand, yo I come prepared
Got my sights on that money, its hot out here
cashing cheques, we real close to the devil here
Sweatin all week just to cop that gear
Hustle change your look to a permanent deathstare
people too afraid to glance or glare
We livin in a kettle here, duckin' metal everywhere
When ONE take a hit, aint no time for shedding tears
Gotta live through this nightmare
Brushin' dirt off ya shoulders like ya'll just dont care
no space or time for trust out here
rather shrug or get bear hugs out here
kinda tough love thatta break ya back right there
Pray my lil' brother dont live his life in my 7th year
hope he make more money than me out here
hope he sees all the signs & stays well clear
hope they never pull him over & read him his rights right there
jealous boys coul' hate you for drinking the right beer
& weak niggaz coul' hate you for being straight coz they quer
So just look 'em in the eye & say f*** you I aint scared
loop a beat on they a**, till you aint got no snares
& should the public ask why, tell em life aint fair
Be cla**ic, be hood like Chuck D's and white nike airs
praise the fro' praise the booty not that straight horse hair
Amplify the cries from your ghetto show them you really care
even though you know they got you on cross heirs, yeh !!
-----------------------------The inkpen kingpin------------------------------------------
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I grew up with the thinkin, life aint fair
But screw that, yo Im takin flight this year
Pulling all the stops so I could cop that pair
Top level husltin', Im takin' it right there
Burning all the bridges, like yeh I dont care
Lights on or off, yeh I aint scared
Faith in my heart & nuts my in hand, yo I come prepared
Got my sights on that money, its hot out here
cashing cheques, we real close to the devil here
Sweatin all week just to cop that gear
Hustle change your look to a permanent deathstare
people too afraid to glance or glare
We livin in a kettle here, duckin' metal everywhere
When ONE take a hit, aint no time for shedding tears
Gotta live through this nightmare
Brushin' dirt off ya shoulders like ya'll just dont care
no space or time for trust out here
rather shrug or get bear hugs out here
kinda tough love thatta break ya back right there
Pray my lil' brother dont live his life in 7th year
hope he make more money than me out here
hope he sees all the signs & stays well clear
hope they never pull him over & read him his rights right there
jealous boys coul' hate you for drinking the right beer
& weak niggaz coul' hate you for being straight coz they quer
So just look 'em in the eye & say f*** you I aint scared
loop a beat on they a**, till you aint got no snares
& should the public ask why, tell em life aint fair
Be cla**ic, be hood like Chuck D's and white nike airs
praise the fro' praise the booty not that straight horse hair
Amplify the cries from your ghetto show them you really care
even though you know they got you on cross heirs, yeh !!
-----------------------------The inkpen kingpin------------------------------------------
STILL THE SAME INSANE DIGI>>>... NICE THO!
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you cats ever thought of recording these and posting them, I'd love to hear what they sound like.
I've never been able to fully appreciate a script read cause I'm never sure of the flow and cadence..
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you cats ever thought of recording these and posting them, I'd love to hear what they sound like.
I've never been able to fully appreciate a script read cause I'm never sure of the flow and cadence..
you got a point there verb, ag has soe really supersick cats and the lyrics are just hyperdope
it would be nice to hear em not read em, feel me
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yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn
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------YOUNG BLACK & GIFTED---------------
I load the ink cartridge with elixir
the commander-in-chief say yes sir
the way I grip it tells you Im way slicker way sicker
dot the i's cross the t's way quicker
stand in my path, y'gon' need a well wisher
Listen, as I paint you this pitcure
Iam Clint Eastwood with the pen
the one I split wigs wit
in nine lines I could pen you a wig script
tip you into a long drop, land you in big shit
F'you think quick, can you out-think my wrist
the rate at which I flick it grip it & send 'em rippin
through the air, penetrate ya anatomy, begin shiftin
yo insides coz my 4.5 blow you out yo high
take yo spirit out you mind
let it dangle in the infinity of sulphure & fire
Iam the INKPEN KINGPIN my wrists-will never retire
Not even if judges pick Swiss Beats over the ma**iah (NO BEEF)
f*** being the light, Im the new light fitting, including the switch
f*** it Ima tell it straight, that niggaz a bitch
Now count 10 lines back, follow 4 under that, tell me I aint sick
--------------------The microphone bully--------------------
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Disllusioned seen the demise of dangerous delusions
The bliss of promise has swiftly gone amiss
Tragic reality surfaces join the ma**es
behind the great walls of scarce jobs
Bourgeousie cla** just picks and choose
While we flung ourselves in desperate need of the food
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nice...motley... :)
hehehehehe... ;D it's one kinda muda fuca nuccah
The sound i spit is never counterfeit, so I'm proud of it.
It's unique, sometimes too deep..so i drown a bit.
I stay fly even when I'm down, like a trouser zip.
Punchlines come in numbers like an abacus. You can count on it..
Ahead of the heads so my head needs a crown on it
made of thorns will suffice for this sacrifice.I'm bound to it.
I'm Mohamed, hip hop came to me like the mountain did
Spend my days decoding messages from Cannibal Ox. I found the scripts.
But this game can weigh you down from the inside..like a pound of shit
But you can't get yourself to quit when it come down to it..
But latitude determines attitude..so i light a thousand spliffs
and stay high above the rest. I won't come down like the towers did...
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kleurling lirieke kommentaar oor Common.
Ek's bekommerd oor Common.
Common sense is weg.
eers 'n koel komkommer -
nou net plein kommon.
eers fluks met liriese bomme
woorde , kleurvol soos blomme.
nou issit dieselfde rympies van hommers.
universal gedagte beheer is sommer
net oor holle in rompe.
tewe in klompe
jy's ma net in rome
and doen soes die anne romans.
hoe hy hulle wil vas klou in pompe.
jissis jou skills is nou lomp.
de , hou vir die simpel tieners.
musiek uitgemaal uit masjiene.
jy was eers gesiene.
waar's die murg in jou bene?
ek het mense afgestry oor hoe die kennis van jou tong afgly.
nou moet ek maar my bekhou en stil bly.
as ek jou album sien loop ek maar verby.
jy was eers 'n hero van my.
stoot nou jou offering na die sy.
jy is maar net net soes all ie anne
met goud ommie tanne.
klein laaities wat voorgee hulle's manne
release weere concious album janne!
in other words.give me my pre - "universal mind control Common" back.
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But this game can weigh you down from the inside..like a pound of shit
...DOPENESS!
ill pattern onek1nd...' can jus' hear the flow already, mayn!
respect.
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ya my mense kopple nooit vi my n beerie
ma as die pay pakkie kom is ekkie genie
dan suip ek nie allen nie daai issie bra**e mos
net as ek a kroon het dan is ek mossie bos
ma mena wet ek slaat yo pet met n blind
gedagte n ag kom van agter naganie ek
kyk n blink ding n R5 laat die gt sing oppie mic
mal vannie ganja vlieg soes n kite wat flight
soner die tik is ek wat die paarty laat rik!
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doen jou ding money!
ya my mense kopple nooit vi my n beerie
ma as die pay pakkie kom is ekkie genie
dan suip ek nie allen nie daai issie bra**e mos
net as ek a kroon het dan is ek mossie bos
lol...truthful
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baie dankie bra...
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kyk ouens onekind or kindone....wie het die bettle gewen..praat bruza?ek will uitsiek die yaar ma met die engels mos..ek los die mengels vi cyphe..
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For over 2 years I been on this site
but not only a few of my posts be insight
suddenly I feel like a Mugabe inside
since I've been taken over by the hip hop spirits
of forgotten lyricists
possessing me to give this hip hop bitch a shot
like a virgin nigga during a gang rape
I'm lost without a cause just like Lost Cause
but I know where I need to stick it
for this bitch be waiting for what's coming
as I'm already coming
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, lyrical orgasm right there
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dont let my rusted screwdriver leap out the back pocket
destined to leave a hole bigger than a 13 socket lyrically
my gun i cock it and spit yellow flemmish stuff best believe
i dont bluff i play dirty when you play ruff sho nuff been
said that ill be dead still breathing you a baby in the game
still teething heres some tee gel get to the leaving streets aint fair
like ghd make nice witha hairremember me in emergency im the spare you know
mos...
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nice...motley... :)
hehehehehe... ;D it's one kinda muda fuca nuccah
The sound i spit is never counterfeit, so I'm proud of it.
It's unique, sometimes too deep..so i drown a bit.
I stay fly even when I'm down, like a trouser zip.
Punchlines come in numbers like an abacus. You can count on it..
Ahead of the heads so my head needs a crown on it
made of thorns will suffice for this sacrifice.I'm bound to it.
I'm Mohamed, hip hop came to me like the mountain did
Spend my days decoding messages from Cannibal Ox. I found the scripts.
But this game can weigh you down from the inside..like a pound of shit
But you can't get yourself to quit when it come down to it..
But latitude determines attitude..so i light a thousand spliffs
and stay high above the rest. I won't come down like the towers did...
this has got to be the sickest verse any agian has over posted........good work man
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fabricate a american id just to kill obama/
blow the white house and rob any inhabitant driving a hummer/
what i spit is real, but for listening it theres a bill/
once was a nazi captive, see signs of torture in me/
tears of sorrow, hurt like im watching a documentary of bruce lee/
i bust capsules on ur face dude/
when u expecting my aplogy i just say f*** you/
tell ur wify to get her a** in my house so she can get laid/
so i make it rain, n give her that illegal pill so she can eaze the pain/
f*** two hoe's simultaneously in da club n jack a dude of his hennessy/
call this shit 8 mile the movie, exept the fact that i dont rap for groupies/
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a swagger on a houndrad billion trillion million/
f*** what ive just wrote, shit makes no sense like im schizofrenic/
ha ha, f*** the metaphors i got officer ross to back me up/
whos lives the kind of live that i live/who eats the food that i eat?/
u prolly guessing what i means/ or what i is, oh i see, u like me/
my shirt rite, my pants tite, my shades nice n checkout my nikey/
say this line slowly.....im fly kid, youz just a zombie, youz just monkey/
u concerned about the future? mad's concernd about that us money/
decided to stop being dope since money dropped a so called sick verse/
kid is puttin a lot of hard workin/ a single verse takes him hours typin it/ha ha
>:(........
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oh mad is that you f***ing with me again
claiming fanstasy fame.... yo that shit is lame and
mundain.. money lyrically putting on the strain.. like
a school bag fulla books i run with 26zzz call em
crooks.. hardcore tattoed flesh like a grapphittied
wall... ill f*** you up alone f*** making a call bitch..
you hollering alota nothing no sense in verses no sense
when he converses.. basically a retard in a leotard and im
killing you free of charge
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honestly money i think this internet beef shit is funny/
cats sound like a bee deprived of its honey/
ha ha u cats cant be serious, im getting money more than u eat albany/
see me when i drop barz...my face mean/eyes out lookin like i just sniffed heroine/
im diverse like a drug business out in the colombian streets/
my shit burns sheets like its chemical shit you should see me when i spit/
to telll the truth my ish is fresh like a puberty-reaching youth/
all those who think im cute i sue em lawsuits/coz i think to ugly dudes like money that aint fair dude/
this rap shit is my game, everything goes man except for dudes lyk money who were eyelids/
i aint givin up till i see you cry kid/ die bitch, mad is on ur a** like a zombie/
im f***ing with money more than dudes eat honey/
im one of a kind, dont mistaken me i aint 1kind n besides dude is just too lame to be my type/
............................ 8)
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Mad rapper ur shit soundz 2 commercail
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Mad rapper ur shit soundz 2 commercail
and your point being?
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ayo im mad sick/like i just had brick sucking my dick/
im just staring at these cats braggin/ then i come through holdin a 44 and start sprayin/
the life i live is like a fantasy/ like money having a dream of sucking greenbats dick/
i sould be thanked for all of this, coz hip hop came out of my f***ing testacles/
see me on the cover of a eatin a slice of pizza/
smokin weed and wearin a t shirt sayin " f*** earl cotzee/
all eyes on me, i got the world starin like im new york's most wanted g/
when i come in ur different hoods with a f***ing angry mood where u cowards gon be/
im more supreme than zee/ cat has become gay since cash started busting tech 9's/
f*** you lives, dudes is bitches from conception to death/
the only time they get hard is when they do a blowjob....and thats hardcore
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Pray to the isis.
ask her why shit is so priceless.
cause noones buying.
prossie hoes bras untying.
the task of drying your eyes, crevice filled with lice is.
mad bi-polar how she wears masks, surprise! , how she entices.
write for higher purposes than cheap sexual ill thrills
out of sight,higher intellect than porpoises, contexual and we spill
thoughts meant for more than physical or digital audiences
,more fertile,
caught between a rock and a big lens,critical how we mislead sensless.
i brought five cents for cans of spiritual food and bring to senses.
haughty , dented by your mans n them doing ritual dances.
its poisoned unrelented how you wish for fans ,spread cancers.
say nothing important, claming to break seven loaves and five fish ..
chancers.
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^^^....NICE ONE WITNESS.
*Lemme get some…bin’a minute…AG open mics wha’s good!
My slang is high octane…I drop bom’s insane/
U cudn’ hang, if you was Saddam Hussein/
I leave…domes in flame when I spark the mos’ sickening/
You nice??? tha’s like dogs f***ing in missionary position/
Th’ diction is crazy dope like deranged heroin fiends/
The DANJER MAN stack more Coke than a vending machine/
Seen…the best of artists soften soon as they sign the dot-ted/
While I harbours darkness and spark the hardest regardless/
The God spits...live on track, to set the beat ablaze/
Ya’ll ain’ hot, just overdressed on extremely sunny dayz/
many wayz…beyon’ the average, I gots styles that’a prove it/
You cudn’t drop science if u was a strugglin’ student/
Stoopid! I dead your mans and sen’ him to hell with a cut throat/
You…cudn’t "Flow" in my "Company" if u was El – Producto/
So yo!...it’s - highly unlikely you’ll find a rapper like me/
I’m the equivalent of Snazz D…in the mid nineties/
Just might be..the best of eMCeez that u heard on these streets/
But until the [RE]INTRODUCTION EP is complete/
I ‘ just post throw aways and let u read ‘em and weep!
[RE]INTRODUCTION EP…currently in progress.
*Greenbat where u @?
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I have no idea how you sound on record, but your writing is fresh. How about posting some tracks, f*** this netcee shit. It's played out.
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^^^....NICE ONE WITNESS.
One love.
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How about posting some tracks, f*** this netcee shit. It's played out.
will try. ;D
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I have no idea how you sound on record, but your writing is fresh. How about posting some tracks, f*** this netcee shit. It's played out.
...good lookin' fam. Only tracks I got is some old old "bedroom mixtape" stuff...mad embara**ing sh*t! But i'm in the booth right now...' will put sumthin' up soon!
^^^....NICE ONE WITNESS.
One love.
...respect regardless!
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These nuccaz can't be serious! you're given a platform to show case your skills behind the mic and all you do is e-battle? SMH
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@mr kwalo i will be there tomorow night dawg me and 2low...we might just rip a track at the free styles...good luck fam..
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@mr kwalo i will be there tomorow night dawg me and 2low...we might just rip a track at the free styles...good luck fam..
Thanks my nucca ima represent for sure..
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These nuccaz can't be serious! you're given a platform to show case your skills behind the mic and all you do is e-battle? SMH
…I for one, am down to rip any mic upon invitation (provided I'm told well in advance)…collab projects, open mic, guest features, whateva...If u halla I’m on it!!!
*' oca**ionally put ups raps on the net ‘cause (on the real...no flossin') I got more rhymes than a moffucca! ;D
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to those who are near to sterksfotein, check me out in the king zanoxolo sports theatre, sasol rd, near standard bank,saturday at 5pm
will be perfoming at some gig together with a bunch of dudes, including....dumza, one eyed pirate,gunz, tamara, laftsa cumo [ nigerian] and many more..........theres going to be mic chat session also, its going down baby
you just cant miss this one, mad is going to kill it. see you there
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I'm on the next plane. Will Snakebite be there?
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no, dropped him last year in december, his doing his own shit somewhere in king williams town
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no, dropped him last year in december, his doing his own shit somewhere in king williams town
Ah, damn man, haven't seen him in ages. Snakebite and I are releasing a mixtape together, it's called White Mice. We the lab rats of this game right here, nucca. Matter of fact, f*** Queens baby, we Kings. King Williams Town meets Parktown up in this bitch.
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no, dropped him last year in december, his doing his own shit somewhere in king williams town
Ah, damn man, haven't seen him in ages. Snakebite and I are releasing a mixtape together, it's called White Mice. We the lab rats of this game right here, nucca. Matter of fact, f*** Queens baby, we Kings. King Williams Town meets Parktown up in this bitch.
just so you know, im not in the mood for playing games kid, try somewhere else....ssshhhhussh go tiger....mussshhhhh.......go
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no, dropped him last year in december, his doing his own shit somewhere in king williams town
Ah, damn man, haven't seen him in ages. Snakebite and I are releasing a mixtape together, it's called White Mice. We the lab rats of this game right here, nucca. Matter of fact, f*** Queens baby, we Kings. King Williams Town meets Parktown up in this bitch.
just so you know, im not in the mood for playing games kid, try somewhere else....ssshhhhussh go tiger....mussshhhhh.......go
Careful Mad. I invented the moon and discovered tomato sauce, so don't f*** with me. Me and Snakebite know Milkdaddy and Pyro, and they will put a curse on you.
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no, dropped him last year in december, his doing his own shit somewhere in king williams town
Ah, damn man, haven't seen him in ages. Snakebite and I are releasing a mixtape together, it's called White Mice. We the lab rats of this game right here, nucca. Matter of fact, f*** Queens baby, we Kings. King Williams Town meets Parktown up in this bitch.
just so you know, im not in the mood for playing games kid, try somewhere else....ssshhhhussh go tiger....mussshhhhh.......go
Careful Mad. I invented the moon and discovered tomato sauce, so don't f*** with me. Me and Snakebite know Milkdaddy and Pyro, and they will put a curse on you.
and....speaking about milk, u can tell him to come and suck my 30 cm long black a** dick for removing my thread, f*** him to his f***ing grave and f*** pyro too, im not scared of these dudes, they know better than to f*** with me, i just dont give a f*** man, call them now, you probabley on milks dick as we speak you gay a** bitch, f*** what u think, i aint living ag
f*** milk
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haahahahahaha....this bra just kak on al the peeps up in ag....has any1 on ag wipped this punks a** yet?...mad care to share?
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i cause wars, ma** destruction,bombing of walls/
a war of swas and swords, commanded and controlled by broads/
im easilly irated so be carefull when u speak words/
we confabulate using cyphers,my lyrics cause storms/
too cool to rap locally so i go abroad/
murdering them bars like mad killing money lyrically/
dudes get air up like jordan air sneakers/
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mad got scared cause money killed him
came back as don the blaze cause no
one was feelin him killing me cant be done
im the undead i mummyfiy this c*** using
brown bread from toe to head aint got money
to wage war fool gotz to got to grade r in school
r for rap that is and nicca please you aint won shit
im rippin you up like a virgin eating a clit....
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mad got scared cause money killed him
came back as don the blaze cause no
one was feelin him killing me cant be done
im the undead i mummyfiy this c*** using
brown bread from toe to head aint got money
to wage war fool gotz to got to grade r in school
r for rap that is and nicca please you aint won shit
im rippin you up like a virgin eating a clit....
get the f*** outta here u senseless freak, you aint making no god damn f***ing sense bro! mushh...
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money u fake, just like ur grandmas old vagina/
ur so sloppy like u was born late/
i killed u one on one, but ustill hate/
you schizofrenic shit, u too dumb to be even called "bullshit"/
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hahaha mad is a cock sucker who needs peeps to side with him on shit...you a spineless little rat in a cheesy trap ...why dont you just admit that you suck dick daily and ill be cool cause you winning me is not in the rule tsek...
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--------- Writing with a spray can----------
The block is hot
My flow is still ol' school
flows still so pro
still dealin' in the dark
away from the po-po
paper trailin', keepin my wrists both on froze
Keepin' fat cats on they tipy toes
Phone ringin' so hard, I put ministers on hold
Girls still whine 'bout "when is he ever gon' grow"
& my reply, "Im young till the day I fold"
My shines so intense, the writings in my book still glow
the way I chop heads keep you entertained, call me Russel Crow
the lyrical violator, rhymerator, but y'coul call me gladiator
Personify metaphors, shoot with no heat scanner
Am I Duncan McCloud or am I Highlander
Im neither, just a deadly philander
with a killer prick, ha,aha
I never die, I just wake up in coffins
leap frog through time, leave 'em talkin'
and when I resurrect I just begin head choppin'
so you coul' call me Viktor in Underworld
Lichens and Vampires are surreal in my world
Kinda like believers and atheists to a priest
the line is vivid like Jesus and the Beast
but Im that line in my words on a beat
Can your hear me are you deaf or do you see
and when you do, do you question or believe
tough question aint it, but don’t you love the way I paint it
the colors so vivid from the way I cock & aim it
Im both the William.S on the stage in your head
and the Van.G sketchin out the venue with a clutch lead
When what you see makes sense, thats where I make my bread
call me insane with words, I say its just food for thought
I say readin this, you sitting on a table eatin' with the boss
But you might have to read it twice, just so it sound right
I dont even need props coz I know its tight
I rhyme hot like girls from Porto
The kick in J’s beats leave you spinnin’ like Eddie Gordo
& Oh my lord everytime I swing sword
Cant believe I GET PROPS FROM MA-LORD
-------------the ink pen kingpin-------------------
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--------Leonidas vs Xerxes/ X-Men vs Gargoyles------
Digital, the killer King cobra
Throw punchlines like mics be my rap dojo
Jean Claude couldn't touch me coz Im Bolo
Im the next Quincy Jones and Sonni Bono
Here to stay while the rest role out like Rolos
Im doin it by my ace at my pace it’s my race, solo
Every line in every page will be colossal like X-Men vs. Gargoyles
a battle so great they'll be no remains or war spoils
My whole Career Ima spend it & ya'll can keep the change
the way I write it, so strange but still you cheque
T-mech said no don't, Nutz said do it, I say place bets
Ring the bell & let’s hear what the box brings
who stands and who falls, Pie vs. Digi
I picture a misty stage, silent, dark & eary
Ba** and beats with armour piercing words
going throgh your ears like earings
displayin Gordon like reflexes, Flash
handle him like business, call me Bruce Wayne, not Bat
dodgin' hot shells like Kiano as Neo in the Matrix
put the speakers in his face make him face the music
tell him STREET CULTURE BITCH and DONT ABUSE IT
Pie could never beef with me he's a vegetarian
replyin to a Don, kid dug a hole now Ima bury him
Not even God could rhyme verse me, coz Im his Siamese twin
neither of us could lose, his victory is my win
Face it when this shit hits radio
dudes gon’ be duckin & hidin, tell him Digi said it though
He’s not at my level I got Mick Jagger swagger
I laugh at the way he irks me
tryina compare Leonaidos to, say,…. Xerxes
I say set the stage place the mics and let the words speak
----------------the microphone bully-------------------------
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this guy is flooding this thread with his 1963 speeches
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this guy is flooding this thread with his 1963 speeches
Funny thing is I wasn't even a thought in '63.............
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open mic, oh god i get to drop a verse, shit this is my luck/
i ask for elaboration u gimme a peroration/
only time ur dick ejacultes is when u do mustarbation/
u conterfeiting pro's/ u bang dudes i nag hoe's/
how god made me this phenomenal no one knows/
im the last man on earth, the of ya dudes is garbage/
left by the last century of the race of savages/
how u dudes see me? like im a thief tryina brake into a house on a chiminy?/
im too retarded, now my flow is sick like it smoked dope and eat a zombie/
my attitude degenerates, from bad to worse cast is going to feel the pain like itsheri ityiwa yi outtie/
come through to queens and see how life is supposed to be lived/
get ur a** wiped out and your ribs fed to the pigs/
the jungle, mad the commander, we rape ur mom and live her pregnannt with multiple twins/
how u niggaz gon test mad........ ha ha ha
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open mic, oh god i get to drop a verse, shit this is my luck/
i ask for elaboration u gimme a peroration/
only time ur dick ejacultes is when u do mustarbation/
u conterfeiting pro's/ u bang dudes i bang hoe's/
how god made me this phenomenal no one knows/
im the last man on earth, the rest of ya dudes is garbage/
left by the last century of the race of savages/
how do u dudes see me? like im a thief tryina brake into a house on a chiminy?/
im too retarded, now my flow is sick like it smoked dope and eat a zombie, how u dudes gon be obsessed of me/
my attitude degenerates, from bad to worse cast is going to feel the pain like itsheri ityiwa yi outtie/
come through to queens and see how life is supposed to be lived, we pack some expensive shit for real/
get ur a** wiped out and your ribs fed to the pigs/
the jungle, mad the commander, we rape ur mom and live her pregnannt with multiple twins/
how u niggaz gon test mad........ ha ha ha
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Introduction, is a must 'n... My name is X,
Keep deductin' and ducking... You won't figure the text.
Shakespeare's algebra, I formulated the test,
Got tongue muscles body-builders can't flex.
Must I stress, that I'm a treasured spot?
Nothing less, I doth spit, than hot.
Or maybe cool on occa**ion, bathed in,
A flow so ridiculous, sicker than sifilous...
If that's how you spell the damn STI... What up...
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Introduction, is a must 'n... My name is X,
Keep deductin' and ducking... You won't figure the text.
Shakespeare's algebra, I formulated the test,
Got tongue muscles body-builders can't flex.
Must I stress, that I'm a treasured spot?
Nothing less, I doth spit, than hot.
Or maybe cool on occa**ion, bathed in,
A flow so ridiculous, sicker than sifilous...
If that's how you spell the damn STI... What up...
impressive.....
i excel like a version of microsoft that oversells/
supersales, spitting explosive shit/
like when the wale and the sea waves hit/
il be making money more than the sex-selling chicks do in the streets/
crystals n ice are my waste, so i got an expensive shit/
call me mad the cool cool kid/
coz everytime im about to bonk a chick i wear my penis kit/
a short verse version comin from the kiler kid n im lovin it/
ahaaa..yhea
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Repost this elsewhere please. And Colin wants a word.
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derailment never seen before
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(Sex Fiend)
She loves cock up her butt & teabagging a nut
She's a nympho a slut wit a pa**ion to f***
She be willing to do it all dawg give her a go
Stick ur finga in her a**hole ur dick in her throat
Make dat bitch choke...She's happy when u cum
in her face
She'll just gobble up every drop...Leave nothing
to waste
Tie her hands to her legs now she's helpless Yo
She's at ur mercy...She's nothing but a selfish hoe
Plus she got a cuz who wanna f*** as much as she
does
No question call her up...There's nothing more to
discuss
Soon as u got 'em both...Make 'em both suck face
Make 'em eat a** & dine on ur falacial space
Grab a strap-on then DP them multiple ways
Make 'em cum back to back & spray da sheets full
o' stains
Their orgasm juices...'ll splash about
Bang their brains out...Afta dat it's a** to mouth
Masturbate while they both kneeling unda ur waist
Here comes da money shot they both wanted to taste! ;D
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your shit is too erotic, you been spending some time with them hookers lately?
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Nah just some tips for u kids to get ur f*** on! ;)
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open mic/ iguess the time's rite/
to bust clips bust bullets on cats overnights/
machine gun screaming like when hookers fight/
my guns is shoots clear holes like a daylight/
i got the kind of sickness that no d.r can fix/
il be stacking stacks approximately the size of red bricks/
im too fatal, i live corp's when i spit/
a never seen before type of rapper/i come tops even compared to slayers/
walkin on red coal tryina create a unforgatable swagger/
the hip hop mayor, no time to beef with airheads/
f***s youz niggaz.....
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Introduction, is a must 'n... My name is X,
Keep deductin' and ducking... You won't figure the text.
Shakespeare's algebra, I formulated the test,
Got tongue muscles body-builders can't flex.
Must I stress, that I'm a treasured spot?
Nothing less, I doth spit, than hot.
Or maybe cool on occa**ion, bathed in,
A flow so ridiculous, sicker than sifilous...
If that's how you spell the damn STI... What up...
impressive.....
i excel like a version of microsoft that oversells/
supersales, spitting explosive shit/
like when the wale and the sea waves hit/
il be making money more than the sex-selling chicks do in the streets/
crystals n ice are my waste, so i got an expensive shit/
call me mad the cool cool kid/
coz everytime im about to bonk a chick i wear my penis kit/
a short verse version comin from the kiler kid n im lovin it/
ahaaa..yhea
ya'll niggaz got to admitt, im too sick
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( Gimme Dat! )
Gimme rope i strangle...Gimme blades i cut
Gimme gats i bust...Gimme a** i f***
Bitches know wats up so they dash & duck
Gimme a Mack truck & lemme smash shit up
Gimme a freaking moment dawg...Gimme a break
Gimme some love but all u eva gimme is hate
I said "yeah i'll demonstrate if u wud gimme a date"
Gimme cos i'm "Da Gimme Man"...Why shud i wait?
I don't zig-zag these fags need to gimme it straight
Above all da reasons gimme 1 dats true
Gimme da short version or just gimme a clue
Or do i beat it out this fool?Dude gimme a duel
Gimme students dat i can school but 1st gimme a tool
Gimme da span of 4 months then gimme a term
Cos i invested all i got it's time to gimme returns
Gimme closure...Think hard & gimme ur vote
Become addicted up to da point u gimme more dope
Gimme ur best shot or else gimme ur spot
Gimme beats to rock man gimme da lot
Gimme da run down i don't want details
I got imagination for dat...U just gimme da scales! ;)
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I torture these mutha f***as using hooks n chains
Highly serated blades is wat i use to engage
I f***en accupuncture veins they shit 'emselves
fulla stains
I'm da nastiest piece of work for walking this earth
I'ma conclude that misery is all they deserve
I come to crop circles rape cattle n slaughter herds
Feed 'em continuously untill their stomachs just burst
I requested da horror perfected by Jeffrey Darma
Jack Da Ripper unholy hour da grave digger
Remain sicker da pshycological brain picker
Chained nigger da unbearable pain giver
I reformed a satanist cult to rub salt
Into ur wounds i excavate tombs on witches brooms
U doomed as i enter ur lungs wit poisoned fumes
Da noize dat ensues not even ur boys'll be excused
Every orifice is used when my demonic moves
Bubonic plagues abused dudes i'm da accused
Call me Prime Time i make news mudering youths!
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I torture these mutha f***as using hooks n chains
Highly serated blades is wat i use to engage
I f***en accupuncture veins they shit 'emselves
fulla stains
I'm da nastiest piece of work for walking this earth
I'ma conclude that misery is all they deserve
I come to crop circles rape cattle n slaughter herds
Feed 'em continuously untill their stomachs just burst
I requested da horror perfected by Jeffrey Darma
Jack Da Ripper unholy hour da grave digger
Remain sicker da pshycological brain picker
Chained nigger da unbearable pain giver
I reformed a satanist cult to rub salt
Into ur wounds i excavate tombs on witches brooms
U doomed as i enter ur lungs wit poisoned fumes
Da noize dat ensues not even ur boys'll be excused
Every orifice is used when my demonic moves
Bubonic plagues abused dudes i'm da accused
Call me Prime Time i make news mudering youths!
good piec of work!
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This brother arose from the blood of the chose. From a bud to a rose he unfolds as prophecies foretold. Born through immaculate conception in maximum correction facilities, he lived among his foes. Battling oppression, handling rejection. He gathered all these lessons to stand up and grow. Facing his sentence with faith and with hope he embraces expression. Embraces his flows.. The only way that he knows.
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This brother arose from the blood of the chose. From a bud to a rose he unfolds as prophecies foretold. Born through immaculate conception in maximum correction facilities, he lived among his foes. Battling oppression, handling rejection. He gathered all these lessons to stand up and grow. Facing his sentence with faith and with hope he embraces expression. Embraces his flows.. The only way that he knows.
im feeling this piece..........
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Take it easy...
Take it easy..like candy from a baby. or bite like mike tyson when sampling like jay z.
take it easy..don't be nervous with your attitude. take it easy like herpes from a prostitute.
Take it easy..like TKZee before Palafala. Just chill mtshana no need for firepower. Yo steez must flow ease. Poetry don't desire no beast. So please rest your soul and just breath..
Take it easy...Like Malema in matric
I'm stuck now...please help...
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Take it easy...
Take it easy..like candy from a baby. or bite like mike tyson when sampling like jay z.
take it easy..don't be nervous with your attitude. take it easy like herpes from a prostitute.
Take it easy..like TKZee before Palafala. Just chill mtshana no need for firepower. Yo steez must flow ease. Poetry don't desire no beast. So please rest your soul and just breath..
Take it easy...Like Malema in matric
I'm stuck now...please help...
Yeah n dropping da Nando's advert shows up as drastic
Personally i thought that ish was cla**ic!
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Fatal keep trees sparked like a wild fire/thotz erect keep rap whores deflowered/like SABC1 always bringing the drama/
haevy flows keep pussy niggayz soaked in blood like tempons/skinning mcs like a sandstorm/cyber rappers get crapped on/
an illmind like insanity/f***ing with da fatal is pure blesphamy/not condoned/always set ;Dting flames to the microphone
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Fatal keep trees sparked like a wild fire/thotz erect keep rap whores deflowered/like SABC1 always bringing the drama/
haevy flows keep pussy niggayz soaked in blood like tempons/skinning mcs like a sandstorm/cyber rappers get crapped on/
an illmind like insanity/f***ing with da fatal is pure blesphamy/not condoned/always set ;Dting flames to the microphone
im not feeling this shit, dude keep your shit up and give us a content next time, your shit aint got no content homey, we fux with cententual shyt up on this bish, dig?
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wrote this verse for a track that will be on Doogie Houser's album. tha track will feature onek1nd and Garlic Brown>>>> track is called "Ninja Foot Prince"....
one kinda muda fucca nucca ;D
when the sun will rise the Samurais will rise to sharpen weapons. For demise of enemies. protecting lives of their brethren.
Ninjas thrive in disguise, fooling eyes through deception. Your perception colour blind to the rise of the legends.
Ascending to the skies we become the new kings leaving Ninja footprints in the sands of the desert. bending even time through pen and through rhyme. We affect the moon's shine to provide you with the present.
Spread the force through deadly metaphors to leave you bleeding hard. Now you're a rebel with a gauze and you're feeling scarred.
Dismantling men through battling them. leave the choking, throats gathering phlegm. Cracking their skin to reveal the wackness in them.
this pen i grip tight. catching papers in midflight. writing at such speeds my rhymebook starts to ignite. leaving only footprints as proof of my existence.
onek1nd will school kids, sharing ninja wisdoms.
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yo i caught doogie at le referance in long st...with master cash there..i was sky high and loaded with booze...got on the mic and just spat for the hell of it..he tight..like his style..
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dont mistake my kindness for weaknes
i wont repeate this im brutally a**aulting
all of youlls speakers i make your missils
heatsless no vocals now you speachless
im chillin on the beaches its fun in the sun
instead of homies running in the street with a gun
mothers frantically running to the corners for
there son praying to the lord hoping his not the one
the red light shining bright sirens blairing in the night
take my last breath and take flight my last thoughts
did i do it all right?when my homies fought did i join
in the fight but was i right i think the devil dimmed my
light...
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wrote this verse for a track that will be on Doogie Houser's album. tha track will feature onek1nd and Garlic Brown>>>> track is called "Ninja Foot Prince"....
one kinda muda fucca nucca ;D
when the sun will rise the Samurais will rise to sharpen weapons. For demise of enemies. protecting lives of their brethren.
Ninjas thrive in disguise, fooling eyes through deception. Your perception colour blind to the rise of the legends.
Ascending to the skies we become the new kings leaving Ninja footprints in the sands of the desert. bending even time through pen and through rhyme. We affect the moon's shine to provide you with the present.
Spread the force through deadly metaphors to leave you bleeding hard. Now you're a rebel with a gauze and you're feeling scarred.
Dismantling men through battling them. leave the choking, throats gathering phlegm. Cracking their skin to reveal the wackness in them.
this pen i grip tight. catching papers in midflight. writing at such speeds my rhymebook starts to ignite. leaving only footprints as proof of my existence.
onek1nd will school kids, sharing ninja wisdoms.
Impressive. I like the rhymes, not conventional. Can't wait to hear the track.
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I study u top to bottem everything inbetween
Then annoint u wut winter green u wanna be on my team
Or u can have a go alone u bitches know wat i mean
Or shud i call in King Supreme & have him doin his thing?
Wateva i'm gonna bring's foreva marked wit a scent
There's so much people on my dick I shud be charging
'em rent
Straight talk neva bent but wit beta intent
Cleverly set a trend not a Fad Egad!
Dat's exactly wat made me Mad & demand Rehab....
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Im still chain chokin'
Still stuck to the strip
still scopin'
Still tellin' gays they aint welcome
Still got the X factor,
child of Malcom
bringin' discipline to the game,
I straight belt them
but get rowdy or cause shit
& headlines'll be sayin Z kilt 'em
I love this shit,
prepared to martyr
chop heads like a barbar
& make money like Erikah Strata
walkin' round in nuffin else but Jimmy Choo's & Prada
Im stuck in my ways,
the preist wont even bother
the devil told me straight,
sonny no drama
coz Im hot with the lyrics,
a pheonix in lava
I know yay feelin' my shit, so just holla
I catch your attention like a seethrough money van, wit' no armour
but I guess thats why hate, is what some harbour
Mech said said let it go, that I shouldn't bother
said theres no comparison
he's a kid & youra veterin
we all know who he aint better than
question is am I gonna choose to listen
coz he & I both know my mic hand is twitcin
to get up in that booth & start rippin'
turn from Freddy into Jason when I start the spit-in'
But if I do its just gonna cause a rift-in
coz when I do it Ima throw all the chips in
grown man talk, no place for bitch-in
but then the culture....no uplift-in
these are my thoughts that lately I been thinkin'
feel caught in the middle like there Bill Clinton
8th August Ima address it straight out the kitchen
on LTV,
leave no room for suspicion
8pm sharp dont be the one left wishin
-----------Z-DIGI---------------
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Psychotic whispers keep me awake at night/
Suicidal thoughts are BIG in such crazy times/
Time is ticking faster than ever before/
Premonitions show disaster and ma**acres/
So I'm thinkin of a master plan to preseve sanity/
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im omnipresent.. like the blue sky up above
im the symbol of purity... call me a white dove
more infamous than mjzz white glove.. who said red
is the coloure of love.. im confussed and at the
same time amused.. like im still burning hot but my light
is fused.. im innocent in the dock of the accused
but guilty cause of the system i abused.. i dont
read the news ..its all negative.. after the front page i need
a sedative.... change is imperitive i wont hold my breath..
cause the next day front page again....death! 8)
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WHERE THE BEEF SPARKED......
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ill cut off your arms and legs with a butter knife
then send bits and peices for lunch to your wife
im nice but with a short fuse beats i abuse but
never misuse or mistreat dumb niccas repeate to be heard
evil forces keeping me spurred like do it dont think
it will be over before you even blink... :o
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Last Night
I got drunk of a Natzi brew-
I killed a Jew-
(Why-what the f*** he do?)
Nun- I just had too
What thef*** would you do-
If you had the f*** kicked out you-
in your palestinian shoes-
Strangeluv's mouth shoots-
I Aimed at the truth-
instead I shoot an innocent-
Hope It was you
Sent by yours truly
from maca**ar with luv
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Last Night
I got drunk of a Natzi brew-
I killed a Jew-
(Why-what the f*** he do?)
Nun- I just had too
What thef*** would you do-
If you had the f*** kicked out you-
in your palestinian shoes-
Strangeluv's mouth shoots-
I Aimed at the truth-
instead I shoot an innocent-
Hope It was you
Sent by yours truly
from maca**ar with luv
Take your bullshit somewhere else please.
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Last Night
I got drunk of a Natzi brew-
I killed a Jew-
(Why-what the f*** he do?)
Nun- I just had too
What thef*** would you do-
If you had the f*** kicked out you-
in your palestinian shoes-
Strangeluv's mouth shoots-
I Aimed at the truth-
instead I shoot an innocent-
Hope It was you
Sent by yours truly
from maca**ar with luv
Take your bullshit somewhere else please.
thats rude dude
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feelings are being caught
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you got spittin 40 but u didnt invite me?
musta be dreamin coz im not by a long short likin this/
watch 2 wrongs making a right/
n the way im puttin words outta my mouth is more lethal than the way u f***ers physically fight/
i come to u on ur dreams kill u politely/put ur soul on the back pocket of my baggy jeans/
u unknowingly sold ur soul to me when u claimed to be the special one/
if murder is cruelty then i wonder what they gon call what im bout to do to u/
plunge my knife into ur belly/ now its a pity coz someone is missin u/
he he
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Last Night
I got drunk of a Natzi brew-
I killed a Jew-
(Why-what the f*** he do?)
Nun- I just had too
What thef*** would you do-
If you had the f*** kicked out you-
in your palestinian shoes-
Strangeluv's mouth shoots-
I Aimed at the truth-
instead I shoot an innocent-
Hope It was you
Sent by yours truly
from maca**ar with luv
Take your bullshit somewhere else please.
thats rude dude
Get used to it
cause my lyrics is liberal
an my rhymes are not parapherenial
reality is the hook of the song
And -yep- I know
my flow an approach was totally wrong
but I'm only showin where the beat breaks
an reality Kicks
So I'll leave Hooks in your Stomach
Bitch!!!
Send by yours truly
From Maca**ar with Luv
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Last Night
I got drunk of a Natzi brew-
I killed a Jew-
(Why-what the f*** he do?)
Nun- I just had too
What thef*** would you do-
If you had the f*** kicked out you-
in your palestinian shoes-
Strangeluv's mouth shoots-
I Aimed at the truth-
instead I shoot an innocent-
Hope It was you
Sent by yours truly
from maca**ar with luv
Take your bullshit somewhere else please.
thats rude dude
Get used to it
cause my lyrics is liberal
an my rhymes are not parapherenial
reality is the hook of the song
And -yep- I know
my flow an approach was totally wrong
but I'm only showin where the beat breaks
an reality Kicks
So I'll leave Hooks in your Stomach
Bitch!!!
Send by yours truly
From Maca**ar with Luv
So you're deeply offensive AND wack as f***? Not a good combo.
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Damn this guy is wack...Gay Granma or whatever
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all youll do is breakdown self esteem
you know you f***ing up the hip hop dream...mad you back on that wack buzz
cuzz?been a minute since you dropped a line iv been waiting to present my new found design i wont say its sublime but its an upgrade from 2009zz time hope you got your 1zz and 2zz cause 2010...if you snooze you looze...
check the open mic freestyle via keyboard
e-beef and this letters slicing like an e-sword...i coulda shut you up at purple turtle but youll werent there not that i care but to put u at eas and just share
the crew n k e and ty d blew the mic up new song for cape town wats up?..
started the cyphe outside to provide the realness and they know we made em feel us..bio hazard and grand alliance...do the math it aint no science...many other cats from the flats keeping it low like door mats with their raps coming out dope gunning like 9mil gats...suburban menace came but they never left the same my boi lil emo killing em off the top of the brain making em sweat
like summer rain sent em to camp to go and train em souljahs cant handle the o5 train...
sup peeps...
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all youll do is breakdown self esteem
you know you f***ing up the hip hop dream...mad you back on that wack buzz
cuzz?been a minute since you dropped a line iv been waiting to present my new found design i wont say its sublime but its an upgrade from 2009zz time hope you got your 1zz and 2zz cause 2010...if you snooze you looze...
check the open mic freestyle via keyboard
e-beef and this letters slicing like an e-sword...i coulda shut you up at purple turtle but youll werent there not that i care but to put u at eas and just share
the crew n k e and ty d blew the mic up new song for cape town wats up?..
started the cyphe outside to provide the realness and they know we made em feel us..bio hazard and grand alliance...do the math it aint no science...many other cats from the flats keeping it low like door mats with their raps coming out dope gunning like 9mil gats...suburban menace came but they never left the same my boi lil emo killing em off the top of the brain making em sweat
like summer rain sent em to camp to go and train em souljahs cant handle the o5 train...
sup peeps...
Damn, dude drops a shitload of essay bars
with not a single scar (Oh my God)
reads Horoscopes like a bitch(check da lights pa)
in War with the Stars and he just a pop tart
Spit a few light beams that peel ya face tissue/a flimsy issue
Even if hip hop was a Horny Sangoma it still wouldnt f*** WITCH-U/
Text-rap is OverRated like Late Payments, easier than killin your career
You sick?? na thats just an ego ailment/Im the hip hop portals seer
I embody fear and suck yo soul like a cold beer
f*** this thats too much for your wack a** lol
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Mad ran shit here, money is wack f*** u im gona drop 50 bars straight.
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krimzin you wanker....i dont diss what i just wrote was real life shit you a**wipe unlike you who cant talk of realness.......
see cats like you will stay down under cause your mindstate is negative,...but i donts f***z with your type kid...you might just rub that shit off on me..i stay on my grind...
see me i was underground but got scooped by jamsync...
leshem petersen digged what
my pen inked and as soon as i blinked
i was signed.... str8 hate from those that undermined but now they stayin behind
while i prosper on my grind....even in the dark krimzin i shine dont get it twisted you upset cause your name was not listed sorry you missed it but dont be pissed off booboo at the fact that people dont really feel what you do...your raps just like the others like step brothers from diferent mothers with the same father to be honest man i rather....stop this...i red card myself for the good of your health...dont test me the prev dude had to have the mods arrest me...
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:o o shit....its worse than I thought :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o :o
You even got a deal???? LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Jamsync???? sounds like a damn plumbing company
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he got a deal? both u faggz shud manto, i bet he signed with a sewerage company that only got a 1000 bucks.
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he got a deal? both u faggz shud manto, i bet he signed with a sewerage company that only got a 1000 bucks.
Eish, corn flakes you got issues bra...you love that fag word ne
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dude wtf iz ur pro? nigga im tryina eat Kfc, leave me pussy. money u a joke kid
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to the two pussies thats hatin...krimzin and cornball...go type in google jamsync records and see for yourself....can i ask...are you signed?...did you get R180k recording deal?..i got the deal here son...nothing printed off the net...legit shit...cause im to legit to quit yay yay...lol....anyway haters im glad i can entertain your brittle minds....
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Last Night
I got drunk of a Natzi brew-
I killed a Jew-
(Why-what the f*** he do?)
Nun- I just had too
What thef*** would you do-
If you had the f*** kicked out you-
in your palestinian shoes-
Strangeluv's mouth shoots-
I Aimed at the truth-
instead I shoot an innocent-
Hope It was you
Sent by yours truly
from maca**ar with luv
Take your bullshit somewhere else please.
thats rude dude
Get used to it
cause my lyrics is liberal
an my rhymes are not parapherenial
reality is the hook of the song
And -yep- I know
my flow an approach was totally wrong
but I'm only showin where the beat breaks
an reality Kicks
So I'll leave Hooks in your Stomach
Bitch!!!
Send by yours truly
From Maca**ar with Luv
So you're deeply offensive AND wack as f***? Not a good combo.
I'LL B DAT ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
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I am me & we are one/beyond/the laws of physics/2 contradicting truths can exist in the same space & time/strangeluv couldn't come up with these rhymes/ cause it's your's not mine/ funy how I play minds like news headlines/mere psychology in the elementary of self-commentary/yet at the same time inter-planetary/the cemetary is the only place you should leave yourself/once I advance your mind warps into a Alpha state - this not music/this a virus I formulate. Hahahahaha . Sent by yours truly from maca**ar with luv
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sup snitches:
Call me king of the grind.. cause i got skateboard tricks & lyrics
f*** your bullshit about higher power & physics..been a hot minute since my visits unseen cause i shape shift with lizards learning new voodoo tricks from wizards..flashrap blizzards..left the mic for the poor and destitute uplifting those next to you..i suggest ma dude feed a cat with less than you..
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Dread head still chasin dead heads //
crazy as bat shit //
skinny & spittin phat shit //
raps still radio active //
back like an old school cla**ic //
@GrimmyBootMan back in the cla** kids //
lames and biters bound to get a** whipped //
I set him loose in the booth to remove heads like dudes be convertible coupes //
John Travolta your Nicolas Cage, get your face remade //
Edward Scissor Hands with Rennais razor blades //
the game done changed, wack cats 'bout to be tamed //
talons and souls bout be exchanged //
Devious-Digi wit a trident & horns, ofcourse I'm de-ranged //
I'm thirsty for blood & hungry for skeletons, lemme outta this cage //
got a blow-torch & menthylated bout to set spirits ablaze //
Ima do it till I die dope, Winehouse & Houston //
Forget Z-Digi I'm Long-Hair the nuisance //
*coming for men like the Comms Minister, yes, I also have loose lips //
talk shit 'bout anybody then chuck up the Deuces //
better not believe them dudes be sayin I'm vegan //
the crime scene'll be filled with mucus and semen & a picture with Lucifers wife holdin my penis //
cause a racket with somebody balls, Serena & Venus //
while I puff piff laced reefa in blood stained shell toe'd adidas //
you brave bitches ???, I'll Mike all you Tinas //
pack so much heat you jealous devils cry to jesus //
been sleepin' in my coffin' I died & came back, there any non-believers ??
#LONGHAIRDONTCARE
@z_digi
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Dread head still chasin dead heads //
crazy as bat shit //
skinny & spittin phat shit //
raps still radio active //
back like an old school cla**ic //
@GrimmyBootMan back in the cla** kids //
lames and biters bound to get a** whipped //
I set him loose in the booth to remove heads like dudes be convertible coupes //
John Travolta your Nicolas Cage, get your face remade //
Edward Scissor Hands with Rennais razor blades //
the game done changed, wack cats 'bout to be tamed //
talons and souls bout be exchanged //
Devious-Digi wit a trident & horns, ofcourse I'm de-ranged //
I'm thirsty for blood & hungry for skeletons, lemme outta this cage //
got a blow-torch & menthylated bout to set spirits ablaze //
Ima do it till I die dope, Winehouse & Houston //
Forget Z-Digi I'm Long-Hair the nuisance //
*coming for men like the Comms Minister, yes, I also have loose lips //
talk shit 'bout anybody then chuck up the Deuces //
better not believe them dudes be sayin I'm vegan //
the crime scene'll be filled with mucus and semen & a picture with Lucifers wife holdin my penis //
cause a racket with somebody balls, Serena & Venus //
while I puff piff laced reefa in blood stained shell toe'd adidas //
you brave bitches ???, I'll Mike all you Tinas //
pack so much heat you jealous devils cry to jesus //
been sleepin' in my coffin' I died & came back, there any non-believers ??
#LONGHAIRDONTCARE
@z_digi
If you wrote this then i am impressed if not then the dude got mad pad skills, pen to pad you just killed any possible cypher challenge that could arise. this is mean shit #respect
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Its been years since I used to work in the fire dept, where I used to one way battle my colleagues. I was on the night shift and turned out these cla**ics behind the pc computer. AG saved my life from boredom.
http://www.africasgateway.com/forums/index.php/topic,557.msg3480.html#msg3480
http://www.africasgateway.com/forums/index.php/topic,1234.msg8329.html#msg8329
http://www.africasgateway.com/forums/index.php/topic,1070.msg7028.html#msg7028
http://www.africasgateway.com/forums/index.php/topic,132.msg3263.html#msg3263
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areas i illumine resistance can take a hike
i incite the absent minded to just do it like nike
correctional services representitive on this mic
you evander holyfield heads guard your ears when i strike
no profanity so you can call this right here
or vanity son outshining a light year
and sip the juice from the kiwi
who held dudes in fruitless cages like your tv
we get down with the confidence of an expert climber
make a picnic out of raging past your average plumber
you were short of paper in your shoes to write with your soul
left highly emotional like brandy what i usher be on the roll
like dice virtue or vice i got ice
embedded in your bloodstream cop a warm welcome
i be the main reason your letter to my ex found malcom
what your fax machines tone down my facts of life
syntax of fiends you torn attack so thrive
air sacs x rated themes hijack planes contrive
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its been a while and after all this time you still keeping it
real..... after all this time..........they gonn respect the name they gon respect the name the name..........yessssss!!!!!!!!! :o whooooooo????
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i make sure like mzansi fo sho with my fo shol
far from a quickpick what i do with the pick you dig
simple as blinking you can be whatever you wish to become
stop thinking about which form hip hop has become
used a flight attendant's business card for my stopper
known as the undertaker of mikes as i lay back in my chopper
you heard of me canibus central our father showstopper
africas gateway perverted monk i represent proper
quickly stop you from eating grapes if you a gra**hopper
i live in a gla**house rock sling you a windowshopper
stonecold when i wrote this had an elastic band
preventing blood from flowing freely to my right hand
i write what i like still candidly my part
though racial segregation trying to pervert my heart
so swift reflexes mastered that smash and grab art
doing the same thing here but only on a larger scale
striking at my enemy strongly left but a paper trail
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you are going to meet hope.......
misunderstood from birth
born pisces flow soon to captivate the heavens and the earth
likeliwood came forth so that you wormbooks i unearth
more than they weight in gold be what my bars worth
got close with clenched a fist made a direct hit
exposed the blood of the tick sucker free yet mad public
some things will never change statistically
eradicate ma**es for you even adjust to think mathematically
do i have to be national somewhat like family bonds
in order to be honoured with a statue sculpted in fashinable bronze
raised without a silver teaspoon still attached to the senses
sense it as i prune your mind and soul dispatched sentences
make soulmates miss they periods like non periodical comets
stick a cock in her mouth the second that bitch vomits
a goodbye kiss before a part of you your being omits
make sure after the performance her drums nice and heavy
remember as you about to lock crotches and swap gravy
you get wet up get your weight up like the 3rd world navy
Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke
Mack-10's, you can smell the PCP smoke
Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
Was slippin' in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, that's the East Coast, that black ice
Symbolized the rap life
It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin' the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The block's drugs flowin', didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody else's, a small chrome on your pelvis
Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic
Your girl's too expensive, she wants shellfish
Red Lobster was poppin', standin' on that line forever
I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather's
Now it's whatever... hip-hop's forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit
My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin'
He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm
And told my pops about it
He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick
Double Trouble, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin' leaves, socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff, Lee's
I ain't work a day in my life
Wipin' away eraser of the paper man
I'm just tryin' to say it right
Big radio, tape slowin' down
Lower the lights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze 'em 'til they ice cold
In the freezer later, I'm starin' at the speaker
Sunk in them 808's deeper, cleanin' my sneakers
Wit the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water
I let the shoe strings soak in water...
Ain't got nothin' to do wit old school, new school
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'?
This came from the gut, from the blood, from the soul
Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y'all take it how you wanna take it
Cause if you're askin' - Why is hip-hop dead?
It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died, man
It's a pretty good chance your lame a**, corny a**, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a f*** about, you don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper, be a hustler
You a hustler, you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
YouknowwhatI'msayin, but this rap shit is real
Bitch, this shit is real, bitch, ha-ha
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we run this you knw what i mean we run this........you catchin my drift like need of speed if you want it you can get it beef the temperature i set it
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yo jay 1 what i just dropped was a metaphysical verse kna mean
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i take full responsibility for all of that
put the blame on me anything for you to holla back
what i pull transmutes atmospheres for you getting the dab
intercede on your behalf yes got your back
half man half silverback make your spine click clack
in tune like chiropractors underline i kick crack
bear witness as hard to grasp methods lay you rigid
i understand you can see the end but just cant reach it
got the law but have trouble applying you preach it
men trying to take my life, many
sometimes the signal too distorted to hear what you trying to tell me
my incisions one with life altering decisions
i have visions of being trapped behind numerous decaying prisons
be still or get tossed hither and thither
satisfy a juvenile biter with a water filled teether
so luda dude i do it for the love of hip hop
never once did you hear me say kwaito a flip flop
bewildering mad displays around the clock like tick tock
we love this place all you haters watch this space
ah
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i shoot documented facts
at shook demented cats
majority rules but it revolves around the minority
cause the fools at the top decide whats to be the priority
do you know how hazardous those pit toilets are
surely the white man must be our saviour redeemer
do as you are told shut up keep your head low
they say jump you SAY how high cause you never in the know
but with the sun in my star sign
i shine you co sign
triggering explosive energy at the base of your spine
wielding my tongue as a magnifying gla** or a nine
since its the feeling that counts deny this airplay fine
if you want it you can get it
beef the temperature i set it
peep tha eardrum we wet it
deep and highly analytic
till you need flashlights to see yourself past my pa**ages
i urge you to go purchase this
you wack and a masochist
i be axing who cud capture this
please you striptease at these at ease
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7wrote this latest piece to if i die tonight instrumental it fitted khazxa
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i luv this GAME!!!!!!!
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YALL MOTHERf***ERS AINT GONNA KEEP ME OUT THIS BITCH f*** IT IM STAYING