Lyrics from the left fist

[leftfist]

Hey check this
wit dis hot mic i´m gonna drop another topic
thats not fake no it´s far from it hard as brick
pull back tha hamma then you hear it go click
i be firing the shot and like bubblegum it sticks
so here i go a listening and calling
all you mcees out there come up to me a crawling
stumblin and a fallin
you dont wanna step outside cos you know i dont mind brawlin
kick with the flow cos you know
there´s a little message to go with your ti-bo
kick the capital bitch she keeps the spades in check
but we gonna light up and bust her neck
she´s the richest of the rich
they the poorest of the poor
one cla** struggle is the one i´m fighting for
that´s why i get up on the stage with a raw cape rage
droppin phonix like demonics but it aint no 666
no it´s war on politics war on oppression
f*** sharon i got the palistine position
in fact i gotta bust another mission for the freedom of expression
f*** the one with the money that bought the gun
guerillas on the run but then they strike and freedom is won

[Anonymous]

hey man that was some tight ish.  where you from?  got more lyrics? :-?  8-)

[leftfist]

Here i rip another rhyme
where all the other mcees to fight tha capitalist crime?
here´s where i´m from
a white suburb with the poor walking past my fron door on the curb
obsurd, a marxist mutherf***er who reads more than a nerd
who listens to hip hop and wants revenge
on the system that created this hell
yes i´m a seed dropped in the enemy´s belly
who spits real shit not that fake shit like Nelly
now the hip hop wont stop
so i drop another shell shock
yeah step to this socialist
left fist anarchist mic´s a granade in my fist
blast a freestyle on the keyboard to blow this shit
on africas gateway and like i say
step into my ozone step into my layer
spit a clip and lay it down i aint no f***ing player
no i´m a white boy in south africa living in seclusion
say it like it is i was raised under delusion
where´s the solution to this f***ed up  colonial conclusion
i say drop real hip hop for a socialist economy
all mother africa´s children livin in harmony
each for each other
each teach another
my sister and my brother
fight for  freedom

I´m from Somerset West and i got alot of rhymes that i want to share so lets get the word spread on this tight website so we can share our insight. it would be f***in cool if we could get lyricists to drop their shit here, and maybe we will all improve with the exposure and critique of each other.

[Anonymous]

Evidently your education elementary, my knowledge 33 degree and a half
slaughter this calf
socialism never worked and neither does capitalism
this world will never work right, so eat my dripping gizm
you honestly think the poor will ever wake up?
you honestly think the rich will ever give their place up?
we can fight all we want but the shebeens are always full
once you out of poverty you can forget about 40 acres and a mule
just look at our govt, they started out fighting
but once you put money in their pockets , they get struck like lightning
so perhaps you feel guilty for living in a rich suburb
just be yourself and yes it´s okay to be a nerd
there´s things we cannot really fight if you think about it hard
because people are more worried about paying the debt on their credit cards
anarchist never really thought about the danger they put the children in
their violent behaviour in the eyes of god would be a sin
and i´m not defending anybody i´m just offering a little dove
because the only way to make life comfortable is with love
let´s treat each other right and not use violence to get our peace
because you cannot fight for peace, it´s a paradox to say the least
the only peace we will get is when we die
and finding justice on earth is a bloody lie
think of life on earth as an experience and enjoy the pain
do something crazy like running naked through the rain
if you gonna be filled with hate then that´s exactly what we´ll see in you
fighting for freedom is like finding in sea point a poor jew
the point is you will always be white and you need to be proud
of not what your ancestors did in the past, but what white people can do for the future
take your parent´s money and go study at UCT or something
and start a business and get people out of poverty
get rid of the monopoly, let´s all do this shit together
you don´t have to be ashamed of being white from the north pole weather
:-Y

[leftfist]

lets get real on the feel of the lack of a healthy meal
the situation is blindingly obvious
poverty arises from greed and ignorance of the ma**es
but throughout time there´s been the battle of the cla**es
look in the histrybook son
you don´t have to dig deep to see what uncle sam done
and the battles have been won
malcom X came to seek peace and look what the enemy shun
mutherf***ers shot him with a gun
now i need to introduce you to the nature of dialectic materilism
we can bring it into the second hip hop revolution
pump that dead prez shit and get the poor folk into school not prison
and that´s where i´m headin´
to university to learn, not on my mumma´s money ´cos she not so rich
so i gotta take a loan that´ll give me an anal stitch
speaking of witch
lets get real with the rich
and i mean the forces controlling the world economy
globalisation does not mean free the world from poverty
no they want to reinvent hitlers little nazi´s
like Bush, Sharon, and even that DP mutherf***er tony leon
f*** that man
with hip hop we can spread the word to stand up to the right wing plan
because we want free education
the right to work and have vacation
access to healthcare that won´t kill us from dept
this is all achievable and the plans just need to be adjusted
and don´t think i´m ashamed of being a white boy
it´s only the nature of european imperialism
that put my race into a hated position
but if we fight like Guevara
a white man who became a hero when he left his mamma
to free a country that wasn´t even his own
side by side with castro until the cia struck down
Che showed what the white man can do
and don´t forget comrade cronin too
shit man
i don´t what to have to kill all these greedy f***ers
only i´m not willing to live among people who dont want to love one another
and this attetude is a spawn and the capitalist systems is satan the muther
so lets get it together
freedom gone under this age of war and terror
and Bush is the guilty emporor

[Anonymous]

I was born** amid the storm** of King Georges divorce**
Sparking a catholic scorn** that’s when the Anglicans spawned**
Taking form** in the forefront** of biblical lore**
But such decisions are yours** and this is only the door**
To open blasphemous tours**to the fore** of the struggle endorsed**
Could convert you by force** maybe converse and just talk**
Scrutinize with the eyes of a hawk** it’s much to easy to balk**
Turn your head and just walk** some were taught* to resort**
To these perilous ways** because when all else fails…**

You know the crusades** persecution saw the Huguenot set sail**
New World, Irish immigrants** African slaves**
The cotton fields latter day descendants walking in Timbs**
School my hun while she smoking on Virginia slims**
Uncle Sam ordered NAM** all civilians damned**
But now I’m straying, so I gotta take it back to the lab**
Bars I drop em on tab** the words I patent and tag**
He wore a rag** walked the land 19 centuries back**
Came to free man** murdered by the Roman Empire**
Who told lies** the pontiff says that he keeps close ties**
I demonise you reptiles** making the Lord’s word your**
And still kill for the cause…*** or just because…***
 
And in the game I, play by the book** the knight who capture your rook**
Quoting ancient Galatians scripts** “for sons of God are neither Jewish or Greek**
No different from a slave** although you, own a whole estate**”
But, what does the scripture say?**Stand firm and don’t fall, to be burdened again**”
So everybody refrain**from wielding holier than thou canes** we’re one and the same**
Another pleat that’s in vain** contempt of Cain** never content with my gain**
Covet my neighbour** just to savour** what his efforts have made**
Sinning for six days** and then on the seventh I pray**
And what’s a phrase** but a praise** that I’ve place on a page?**

Peace...
BinaryDivide

[Anonymous]

Yo Binary Divide, that was tight.  give us more!!!!! :-P  :-|  :-Z

[Anonymous]

Peace then...
Here goes

I guess it’s** time for me** to spit like I’m disgusted**
Cos when I drop this sh_t** it’s gon’ be hard to flush it**
Underground is sick wit it** like they stuck in pit latrines**
While this pig** gobble lines** in your local canteen**
Camp Lo like that clique** cos when I’m high I’m fulla sh_t**
Keeping these media crits** loading their pens like clips**
I bare it all and they won’t grin** their chances are slim**
Of hoping that I will slip** while lacing intricate scripts**
Find me in** the thick of things** like idiots in a fix**
My name’s on your lips** like Saddam’s to Hans Blix**
Paint pics to make pupils dilate** the hardest huns to ovulate**
To turn soft and relate** and have their mans mediate**
On the game I display** drop a phrase like a fragile parcel**
From a rapid spit fire frame** must be verbal arson**
Applied to make ya tame** domesticate and pardon**
Underdeveloped and lame** now up against a hardened**
Repeat offender whose claim** remains forever ardent**
Calling you out by name** giving ya more than ya bargained**
This aint no clearance sale** cos profit is still the target**
What you think I changed?** kid you must be retarded**
Things could never be the same** if didn’t hit the hardest**
And since I’ve sparred with them** I see no need to be modest**
Y’all can can drop ya best gem** or even hold a protest**
I’m like Bob is to Zim** nobody’s gonna win the contest**

I don’t buy** these rap lies** I stand firm like erections**
Just my way to get by** and affirm my affirmation**
These stairs a gotta be climbed** but I choose the escalator**
Some choose to work hard** while I opt to work smart**
Where do we start** so I can show you images of my art**
Make the red sea part** like sex at that** time o the month**
Niccur don’t make me laugh** my senso’ humours had it hard**
Now watch me soften this tart** before I sink in a dart to his heart**
Another script that’s been marred** by violence from a bard**
Observe the flow chart** it show when you’ll let down you guard**
So I’m to blame in part** but more so you for being a retard**
Sometimes it’s good to cower** saves me hearing these howls**
Stalk in the night like an owl** the cat destroying ya fowls**
Got ya sound drowned** I’m rubbing ya face in ya bowels**
You need to bow down** like W.C stepped inta town**
Richard E** told ya feed** ya cows Lucerne if ya coming wit beef**
But they don’t listen** and then when it’s time to quiz em**
For some odd reason** they start bailing like its duck season**
That’s when we start reaping** for solid @ss beatings**
They moms shoulda given these kids** it’s a fact discipline**
These kids lack** demeanour famished** and the kick backs**
Of that are known as whip_ss** besta get that _ss back in cla**!!**

BinaryDivide
One

[leftfist]

beats is what i need!
I´m sitting disconnected in this town, any aid would be ma**ively appreciated!
how con we work it?

[leftfist]

done, thanks again...