Yo wa**up my peoples!!!! The year is coming to an end, i've only been an official member of AG since June but i must say i've seen ma**ive potential and opportunity.
Tuboy dropped the song, "bury me on AG" with a beat from dark rob and they are seperated by miles of land... and The producers are working on a collabo effort...doesn't that mean a large scale AG project is possible? why don't we just go ahead and do a full on collabo mix tape involving all the emcees, vocalists producers and djs on AG...
I'm based in CPT, and one of my dreams has been to work with artists all over the country. for now i can't share stages with peops in bloem, jhb, pta, queenstown and even zim, zam, nam, nigeria and i believe we got uk and usa up in here.I think AG is that platform for us to unite our arts.
Who knows if such a venture is succesful could start touring, opening a label etc etc..
*hits head on roof with excitment*
The technicalities around loigistics, participation and product will obviously be discussed too...but for now i'd like to see if there is interest in this idea...
halla back...
oh for intereste sake I'm putting up my AG catalogue of stuff i've written exclusively for/on AG which i can lace whenever required...
Deadly games 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 that 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
savedOpen Mic post 1Onek1nd...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 too deep.
SWAM through my second paragraph. Freestyle stroke.
Open Mic post 2gotta few seconds to kill. 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
TimesI'm ill,
Cats dat f*** 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.
Open Mic Post 3 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!!!
I’m ill post 1Guess it's fate... I have to
River Trade when the
levies break.
what I drop shatters your skull, guess i'm a heavyweight
Onek1nd so twisted, he's vile evil lives under veil of Levis
Don't drop genetic cloning son, rather drop your jean size
Cos the more genetic material you drop. The more your seed dies...
Ya'll cats are queing and paying to be pussies...that's
fee-lines.
Open Mic post 4Flow 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
TimeAnd 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...now that's
connection.
Open mic post 5For
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 /
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)/
8 bar concepts post 1Theme = wonder...
I wonder above the clouds, 8 wonders are beneath me/
Stumbling around, I wonder grounds like Stevie/
Underground, my world was grey (Grae)...i couldn't see me/
till i found, the 9th wonder...and I became a genie (Jean)/
One wonders why, another son will die, another mother cry/
he's blood will dry, and then another dies before da sun will rise?/
It's no surprise. That's why i write i can't put the pen down/
cos if i WONDER
backwards, bloods spill making earth RED NOW
8 bar concepts post 2theme = concave circles...
Smoking weed wit ancestors, dance in concave circles/
Rain dance follows bad winters, skies turn a beige purple/
Induced trance mind-states, we jump over hurdles/
Travel forward into time, we be da historical Urkels/
We meditate, things take
shape...we reaching our
apex/
Push da ba**(
base) to greater
heights...put our voices in tape decks/
Let them see it from our
angle...so they never have to page back/
Ancestors making things
level for descendants in da Cape Flats.
Open Mic post 6Da black adder, anti-mad rapper, swagger made phatter/
laid back Jaguar jacker, raised by a black panther/
made cheddar playing snake & ladders now i'm paid better/
lame rappers can't make moves they got back cancer/
half-stepper gat packers step up. I hande them/
they fake boys who make noise relieved by an annadin/
mannequins not managing to be men again/
Africans wit blacker skin against me they never win/
Before adam and eve had atoms to breath i battled men/
dismantled em for adamant endeavouring with damaged pens/
Da Capadonna donning starter caps i was cappin them/
Canadian a**a**in taking out the sap in them/
Staggerin, after naps induced by King Cobra/
Cats green wit envy plus they drinking Cream Soda/
"onek1nd tight he is"...a quote from master Yoda/
the broad shoulder soldier filling your dope quota
Open mic post 7Cannibal 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/
You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
and believe me you don't want a piece of me
8 bar concept post 3theme = 8 straight punches
1st punch from baby jake/ knockin out heavyweights/
damaging nerves now you spitting with a lazy face/
2nd punch a
rose from dingaan thobela/
right
hooks like mahlatini wit queens from mahotella/
3rd punch from Rocky the underdog misfit/
I spit truth like Stallones mouth, dont get it
twisted/
4th punch killin em muhammad ali/
flows like a butterfly sting like a bee/
5th punch comes with da madness of mike tyson/
with jigga man they've mastered the art of style biting/
6th punch from Balrog when he fights Bison/
Piss on kids that follow me, onek1nd is Pied Piping/
7th punch from
Million dollar baby, take heed
onek1nd ending your careers at
break neck speed/
Last punch from onek1nd kills baby jake, Ali
Dingaan, Tyson, Balrog Rocky/
I’m in my own league so never try to
box me
8 bar concepts post 4 theme = politics
P...pretence is a virtue, words contain no substance
O...overt corruption, obstruct all their justice
L...limit self expression, litigation not necessary
I...increase profits, democracy is secondary
T...tamper with evidence when facing prosecution
I...implicate insititutions' illicit intrusion
C...create chaos trying to escape in the best way
S...survive with a smile, you'll be president the next day
hehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nucca
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