8 Bars A Day Keeps The Wack MCs Away

Pitch · **Reply #45 on:** February 16, 2005, 03:09:05 PM

Yeah, honestly my hands are quicker than rapid eye movement/
Spitting and writting rhymes quicker than secretaries in parliament/
everyone bare witness to my lyrical fitness/
I detect and detest anyone doubitng my physical prowess/
black out with this 8 bars to keep whack mcees away/
like a tampon to keep vaginal fluids at bay/ :twisted:
o.k thats its enough for me for the day and I have to go/
like a bad extra in the pure monate show/

ootz · **Reply #46 on:** February 16, 2005, 11:30:04 PM

word is blond
i treat my dick like a magic wand
jungle love promoter
cut my wrists wit an electric bong
pipe in hand a mixture of a future deadly
lazy motherf***er
similar to mister mbeki

soul seeking in the weekends
i always find my love
fisting her with anticipation
she loves my leather glove
coverd in broken gla**
soaked in sythetic drugs
buzzed off my sentence construction
twisted like bugs

my second verse 4 2005 :?

eef_haf · **Reply #47 on:** February 17, 2005, 12:07:47 AM

ootz!

eef_haf · **Reply #48 on:** February 17, 2005, 12:13:36 AM

start it on some "f*** Bush!" like MAYLAY Sparks
though I've outgrown ciphers in parks
where I'm from we still burn the veld
kick rhymes connect faster than spot-welds
dont need oil to set them trails blazin
using a supreme mindstate
as basis, to launch these attacks, scathing
stepping up is futile, like Alek Wek tryin sun-bathin...

fah

briCK · **Reply #49 on:** February 17, 2005, 08:56:39 AM

open mic sets and leave heads bodies bloody
briCK a walking Tsunami
making you shit your huggies
you soft and need pampering
nappy headed wall dweller leaving cyphers scatterin
veteran scampering thru breathern, nice patteren
briCK breathtaking brew-handling brave brawler
crime cronicling cryogentic failed experiment crew cripler

KONFAB · **Reply #50 on:** February 17, 2005, 09:41:11 AM

...crew crippler
this new scripture's a lewd mixture of lurid spit that
skipped the blue inkjet & fricatives fresh through the sphincter
we poo to injure - squeeze disposition till the mind hurt
lyrics getting enough kick outta getting laid on Steinberg
timeless verbs, sword-like war cries
coming under heat from stubbornly running these streets like Fordyce
horny rhymes - flow sodomy, so your wearing of trousers
is perfunctory like an urban Mzansi "Howzit"...

Naturelle · **Reply #51 on:** February 17, 2005, 10:02:50 AM

.....perfunctory like an urban Mzansi "Howzit"
They all just working to support their drug habit
Trying to step up but I won’t have it
Lost material things to thugs/ trying to make a quick buck to buy crack
But you fled with his heart/Like a thief, jacked it
Don’t jump into the ocean of his love without a life jacket

You can do more than ingest and defecate
Given the gift of life reciprocate
Like the world needs to
Divert that surplus tsunami aid/ coz peeps at home need it
The clouds pregnant with rain
Explode like bombs and Give birth to storms
That grow seeds
And cleanse streets of blood stains
But the question remains
Why

Blac Satyr · **Reply #52 on:** February 17, 2005, 10:06:42 AM

neva fall 4 somethin': one day you'll deny your celf
you besta: make sure you come right, before you write
get down witha flow: not 4 the sake of flowin'
you've been wylin' out: cos they said you'd be illin'
it's been such a long tyme: this system got me oppressed,
under torment like Jesvs soul: i was crossed/
now it's tyme I take a stand: don get me wron'
but understand: that i'm here for mine, shine in the dark
cos every man speaks for him celf:
nowadayz they got your mind mislead...

Dpleezy · **Reply #53 on:** February 17, 2005, 10:33:24 AM

yo, hickory dickory dock,
da mouse ran up da clock,
da clock struck one,
da mouse ran down,
hickory dickory dock.
BO!

BHLAKHROZE · **Reply #54 on:** February 17, 2005, 10:40:40 AM

* the rowdy 6 year old girl, dressed in black and red (her ninja outfit), flashes a huge grin - two front teeth missing et al. jumps up and down, screaming and cheering from the back row (what is she doing there, she's so short?!) *
anyway...

LOVE THE TAG-TEAM EFFECT. (brick, fab, nat)

blaqsouljah · **Reply #55 on:** February 17, 2005, 11:15:03 AM

...from the earth’s womb i was borne from eight bars
intentional scars hieroglyphs messages from the stars
when i depart from this state i’ll make spitting an art
paint blasphemous images of killer angels
suffering from ma** bouts of road rage
we came of age the day abel killed kane
we all the same like twins of the same name
it’s a mad game, so who of us can claim the fame…
:wink:

BHLAKHROZE · **Reply #56 on:** February 17, 2005, 11:19:19 AM

ngishay'izandla.

blakrok · **Reply #57 on:** February 17, 2005, 11:34:03 AM

*sigh* :oops:

Dpleezy · **Reply #58 on:** February 17, 2005, 11:42:47 AM

y0 BlakRok,,, when you coming to CPT?

blaqsouljah · **Reply #59 on:** February 17, 2005, 01:51:01 PM

... my mic and the sun deliver heat and sweaty feet
no mean feat when so many verses are so weak
i rock beats and the beat rocks the armed streets
it's beyond me why you think your a** is the army
pardon me but i seen more fight in a barbie
so leave me cause you can't even seem to harm me...
:lol: