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Hot Traxxx / top 5 east cape homies

« on: May 17, 2006, 01:49:02 PM »

aaaaaaaaaapologies are in order
seems we been takin the lawd's name in vain again
but nothing's happend shit's remained the same
aimin flames at hairy janes who play games
for a moment of fame
yet lay the blame on those who paved the way for them
all to gain left they brains @ the airport
them play gigs in shebeens where drunks share quarts
shee's been around like a dope track
half these mc's is smokin coke crick shit aint no joke brick
ask richie novak we know that
religion's a big bussiness like
pig multinational corporations
we turn wine to water
so chances are when we ind their daughters and put them
on the director's chair as i check the pair of breasts to
see if they qualify for the job @ hand
we lift off while they land
g_sus missing like rob ever since
clever prince
never diss
seven fists
smashing crooks for snatching books catching looks from spoeks
see i thaught godessa was a church until i went to the service
and ended up nervous
for forty days and forty mics
after you see this you'll be spaking funny
like you needing some leakin funds boys
we've hung toys with lungs void and
make they family give the rope back
with a coat that vaguely resembles joseph's
king dayell is sick you f***in know this
so hou jou bek and don't forget
in the streets you'll get no resopect..blauw

most rapper's in SA i'm doubtin they skills
it's like they livin in a haunted house on the hill
i got originality i doubt you can feel
just like a pride of lions sourroundin a kill

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General Discussion / WHO KILLED THE MIC?

« on: May 15, 2006, 06:07:32 PM »

what's that aroma in the air

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General Discussion / WHO KILLED THE MIC?

« on: May 15, 2006, 06:04:18 PM »

king daniel is in detox doin some alcohol experiments in eastern cape...but d you already know it's on so hold that thought the material is written just waitin for ya will pm my celly to ya tomorrow...rush told me he got crazy legs
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Hot Traxxx / top 5 east cape homies

« on: May 15, 2006, 05:55:17 PM »

mind the graf

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General Discussion / WHO KILLED THE MIC?

« on: May 15, 2006, 05:51:21 PM »

yesses..ag's gone to the dogs innit

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Hot Traxxx / top 5 east cape homies

« on: May 06, 2006, 01:12:29 PM »

was going to post a script but decided against it phaps later on when i'm blunted i'll check it out though. Not really trying to be the nr.1 mc in apetown and shit when i'm actually from eastern cape....
here's my top 5 eastern conference heads
1:trusenz
2:nomadic
3:rush
4:jason
5:ramses
peash kapish

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Hot Traxxx / Garlic Brown

« on: April 25, 2006, 04:06:47 PM »

bongs is not dead
just in deetox
keep a lookout


coming soon?king daniel presents fire:al

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Hot Traxxx / Garlic Brown

« on: April 22, 2006, 01:41:38 PM »

garlic brown...mad humble cat inspire i a lot...raspeckt

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Cpt emceez

« on: March 22, 2006, 05:07:53 AM »

jah bless the jobless

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Politics / zuma rape

« on: March 07, 2006, 06:43:49 PM »

it's the x-factor
ask anybody if the xhosa regime would allow a zulu in their midst
not a chance..so they maker up shit whenever they feel threatened of their seat of power

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / king daniel survived to tell tell

« on: February 25, 2006, 04:04:10 PM »

you already know d. shit is onna rise. I was in durban this week doing some hustling outh there nice place funny ppl though. Now in East London abt to smoke my last section then i'm out to the mutha. check us out @ zula tanight if you ain't got a weak stomach...something called perfect combination.seen!

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / king daniel survived to tell tell

« on: February 24, 2006, 03:07:11 PM »

nothing has changed-the tripartite marriage is f***in arranged
plus it's the same just as insane as the previous overseers seein us holdin spears and runnin with chains puffin a strange yet beautiful plant
musical chants -mr.prezident what's goin on in your brain runnin parades duckin from blades all you brought is nothin but aids i been a ruffian for days how come they stuckin a maze the youth is drunken and blazed leavin justice enslaved even huntin's a craze ask dick cheney why we frontin they ways wouldn't wan be stuck in a grave come with the grade and your sista we'll be lovin for days junk is a phase we pa** through of our heritage not enough has been saved and metrorail still buffin our trains luck is a sage stuck on a page puppets are paid a**umptions were made throw the muck ina cage but it won't help if we luggin the rage you never heard my tune but it was played aint a open mic but suckin display
run to the state of emergency and emerge and see caught that phrase from casual t  ain't nothin for free in this country of mbeki that's the price of apology we've had enough of the hate it's just a debate to which only some can relate late at night when the sun is away conspirators jealous cause i'm buckin a range at my age while they slut's in a rave or trance i'll save my chance made them dance when he played the part flunkin the dames from this school cause me tell 'em skunk is the way fundamentalists get cuffed where they pray while you crunked and insane bustin a flame with dozens of slaves

black empowerment took all the energy out Koeberg
now lemme show you how a crew work
while them deliberate fuss and fight about who's first
time to realise that you cursed

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / king daniel survived to tell tell

« on: February 22, 2006, 12:42:56 PM »

somebody put some coke on her tongue when she was young
and ever since that day she's been highly strung
climbin the corporate ladder that's missing some rungs
ignorant of all the blessings i've brung
we get stepped on more than cowdung
once the song is sung with the strongest lungs
you the type to celebrate when bongs get flung
out of orbit shouting morbid phrases to get me hung
like carca**es not givin a f*** who's car this is
if you as hard as this artist is you might get stung
by wasps and never feel it
we stay producing crafts whnever we lit
if it's over your head tell the selekta wheelit!
emcees is bang: the new south africa includes housing-in the mang
prison industrial complex in context NEw Partners for Africa's Development
sign pacts in blood with nazi money its not even partly funny
but hardly sunny when you got no food to eat
while fat cats embrace kids sayin they good for Pete Miser
but we wiser than 3 myza's b's liver ask anyone
who delivers chicken livers kickin with us flippin rizlas
like financiers flip banknotes
more apathetic than blank votes with lank jokes
like comedians still attract to colours like chameleons
and we beyond 2000 shows from the future is
feminists used to burn braz now bomb they uterus is the motto
my life's a number game like lotto
magnetic as hermanus whales at grotto
i remember the positive aspects
and rocking with mad vets
that  proved to be shocking like bad debts

to kill a man's pride is to put him behind bars
they beat our minds to death so the world won't find scars
prison industry turns us to misaligned stars
takin fingerprints for days we sign cards

can't even pretend to descend from these men i speak when the beat ends
then it's time to meet friends who follow brief trends for self defence
my health seems tense why i dream sense it seems sent from a parallel plain with apparent pain havin a brainstorm with no rain
that my habit explains pa**engers on a soul plane we used to sneeze
like columbian flu make you cry as those onions do intercepted funding from jews and came with somethin that's new f***in with you
the powers that be towerin trees plus lyricism that devours emcees when we get sensi let me bust through make it count like one 2
king daniel him shine like the sun do runs through many schedules
run around in circles like my head do cipher's round as a gold ring
nothing serious without an old fling with one long swan song
4u2nv whenever we lace tracks cause the ignorant to face facts
like personal gain and floor crossing i start rhyming they all stopping
human trafficing knew what's happening travellin through the pa**age
in my mindscape it's blind fate how i cause mics to vibrate
like great moments in time on some foot soldier unity to open your eyes
we'll never register to vote f*** the i.e.c clever editor of quotes
they ain't as high as these kids with the ill type steez
trying to get your aim straight your namesake's game's fake take breaks
lke home economics in a zone when the chronic hits me like an exilir tonic
animation like comics in the clouds where we play and frolic
display the bomb scripts that's bound to blow up
rumour turns tables like shake and zuma sound that goes nuts
think they naturally talented but lack lustre so what?
we throw down the motown and go rounds with pronouns the old sound
like gold found 15, 000 leagues deep under the ground

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / king daniel survived to tell tell

« on: February 21, 2006, 05:31:50 PM »

Kill the messenger still we gettin the watered down
version till the prisoners are set free let's see an emcee
soothsayer
praise singer
crate digger
stay bigger
make figures
obliterate illiterate number 8 infinities cause what you feelin is the
direct opposite of stability illustrate your name still i stake a claim
till the bacon's made in a sweat shop let's chop our heads off and save face cause we come from the same race in an insane place take plates from fake snakes who make jakes shake breaks who said flattery died
your sanity tried to pull a heist you got ice but no baby
so shady but not slim tellytubies is takin notes while we ain't lookin
straight bookin a ticket who can i kick it with if not you got jews
sayin the wicked shit kill a script the illest shit you
ever heard
clever words
sever nerds
sits tall like prince paul kids fall off the bandwagon they
sit around all day writing songs that fight the wrong
not quite a strong as before so right along
and light the bong on nights that's long
cycle on if your sight's beyond so says the rapper
when the mic is on spike the chron like i'm on some
exciting job collide with snobs we might just bob sleds
like snipers on roofs living proof
giving youths
swimming suits
dialogue hot enough to spark fire logs
info highway was super now it's skype and blogs
describe my dogs state of health confined to jogs
most ppl of this kind have gone signs of bombs
in palestine they can't observe valentine's day
our comprehension black like sunday
bloody styles live on

this is not yet another case of wasted talent
everytime i get on a mic i blaze a chalice
livin this life is like our greatest challenge
that's why we got to do our best to break the balance

even boardgames teach 'lil kids to monopolise
whatever we say we can't stop the lies
hiphop artform became a compromise
lemme tell you quick where the root of the problem lies
underground-infiltration of industry music spies
journalists and media middlemen in ties
hangin on the routine noose root we choose
is far from it hard sonnets you can't bomb with
we'll never work with you again tell them first to do the  
pen
man
ship
when fans spit my raps i lay back  harder than ever
mission is to stay black permission granted or not
it's the art of the plot thickening begginings
who owns the properties and shows them proper trees
alleviatin poverty like armed robbery
it's hard stoppin me you can try but already failed
slicin with a deadly blade for heavy days like berry blaze
so hard to elevate not trying to sell a plate
at a better rate than a stock exchange
glock the gauge and engage in monotonous dialog
as they debate as to whether you wrong or write
hog a mike like jordan gotdon sortin mail for
the post office like most prophets street raggamuffins
add the stuffing to cold turkeys you as mad as rubbin
a bottle to get a genie no jokes we got this locked
make it look easy met a lot of ppl who turned out to be cheezy
talkin shit callin out names east ends like beedies

this is not yet another case of wasted talent
everytime i get on a mic i blaze a chalice
livin this life is like our greatest challenge
that's why we got to do our best and break the balance

super rapper computer hacker who confused the looters
at the packers gathering expose they sold their souls
for a discounted price with pursuits that's trivial
more than 16 days of activism state's too imperial
i think in triplicate came from those ciphes you tried to infiltrate
who's shit smells the worst spit spells and cursed it swells ya purse
wearin blue blockers but aren't drivin
archivin the bastardisation of hip hop culture no acceleration
the kid got ulcers from rockin a mic coppin a bike for transportation
you go on alien safarie with israelis in malawi
while we paint wholecars with howie in wellington
some hot gyals keeping sout as i'm releasing quotes
believe in dope your steez a joke while he plays the ace of spades
mad lyrics tailor made to grab the crowd's attention
a**ed out like eastern cape senior citizens due to corrupt officials
we got up with pistols in hand its planned like premeditated
to take it dedicated a sacred mooment or two to the most
potent of crews opening you like a pandora's box treasure chest
we stay forever blessed and get depressed as suicide bombers
my crew is quite stronger than yours is plus your biggest atttribute
is snitchin venus fly raps bewithchin
he's wishin he was this ill it's no secret
that the king's chilled rhymes is instilled in my mental
keep it continenal as pillows  leave you weepin like willows

this is not yet another case of wasted talent
everytime i get on a mic i blaze a chalice
livin this life is like our greatest challenge
that's why we got to do our best and break the balance

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / king daniel survived to tell tell

« on: February 21, 2006, 09:51:43 AM »

nuffa dem wit gun inna dem hand but no overstand
how to be a sober man wit a doper plan
so the rand's weak and peeps think hierarchy
cla** system's outlasted us all after the fall
when spring has sprung you start to appreciate what the king has done
to set examples for getting samples we dope like strobe lights
don't fight your soul broke mics with the slightest hold
i strike the gold with an axe sleep a lot so keep the props
lost the plot of land when you took it band is too crooked
stand with the cook and let him see the recipe
testin me is a waste of time like buyin sex
he so creative thinkin of dying next supplyin text
to typists try and get to like it when he writes it down
or rhymes adlibs mad kids know what time it is
why i exist to compose lists who knows it grows with
overflowing brands for grands follow suits and you corporate
thought it was sorted like bills arsonists head for hills
when my lyrics spill satiric skill to run out of petrol
antiseptic like dettol settle for second place
in first person to ze ro and minus one
mother's finest son i was once an emcee
with a f***in deadly fork is steady with knives to
slice lives into sections interesting enough to run
companies stay online for a summary war criminal
in a state of recovery comfortably surveyin his
new discovery

king danyell survived to tell tell
that hip hop is alive and well well
if you don't see it then you blind as hell hell
and we don't know what you trying to sell sell