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Hip Hop Events / ITS ALL WHITE, ITS DEM CRACKBOYS!!
« on: March 12, 2008, 01:00:45 PM »
EXCLUSIVE PICS FROM DA TOUR OF YEOVILLE....DEM EC BOYZ DO SHURE KNOW HOW TO PARRTYYY( this is not how i really speak, its crack language) YEAHHH DAWG!










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Hip Hop Events / MIXTAPE COMING SOON!!!!!!!!!!
« on: March 04, 2008, 11:38:24 AM »
heres the album cover, its still being mixed down..like 12 or 15 songs or so..not sure which wont make the cut...errr. ya...if youre still into "organic beats" this isnt for you...im not 1994 anymore....oh, i rap on it too, appearences by Spoek Mathambo and MCP, production by yours truly WWW.MYSPACE.COM/SPACEVEIN, AND SHINO WWW.MYSPACE.COM/GUNUP AND ONE SONG PRODUCED BY SIBOT...YOU CAN LISTEN TO IT AT WWW.MYSPACE.COM/SLUSHPUPPYKIDS ITS CALLED SEKKLE AND KOOL

SLUSHED OUT. A.K.A LICK THE FACE


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Media / For those who care.
« on: May 15, 2007, 07:41:30 PM »
whats Wrong? DID the S.A. rap "judges" get molested as children to the sounds of digable planets and kwame?

no for real, why ??

i mean, i'm South African too, just cause i choose not to roll or work with crews that the majority of people over here like i'm called a tasteless animal....its nonsense, well anyway, f*** ya'll..i have been treated like a white man and i feel like going to my own Australia now, but none of that kangaroo shit for me, i'm going somewhere i can forget about this place and come back with a heart full of hate and more ambition than a nazi.

Dont ever buy my albums or support me, i'd rather vomit on the graves of your loved ones, die you scum sucking c***s!!

www.myspace.com/spacevein

49
Media / lick her a** open if you can
« on: May 15, 2007, 07:41:03 PM »
IRON HORSE


On days like this Tumiso had always felt the urge to stand up on top of his table and rise above the office cubicles and shout “ I want to get really drunk on cheap Whisky and sleep with my boss tonight !” but as usual he resisted this strong urge and opted to tap his pencil to the tune of  Sonny Rollins“ Round Midnight”, on his table he always wished to be made of skin and bra**, but he knew such erratic behaviour would strip him of a promotion and a Friday would no longer be a Friday anymore, it would become the last day of employment before two days of over indulgence where money would be spent like a 8 year old boy in an Adult gift shop for the first time after losing his first tooth. Another 45minutes of plaid shirts and khaki chino’s, and then there’d be a transition into the high strung chords of dementia at the Blues Room where Gerry Mulligan was to be playing with a local quartet from Mannenberg, but for now the humming ba** of the row of Xerox copy machines reminded Tumiso of that last task he had to complete before stabs and crescendo’s of ale and his labour’s unfulfilled merriment were to commence.

“Tumiso, are those faxes’ for the Skype office packages ready yet? The packages need to be extradited by the end of the today and that wont happen unless the faxes with the sales conditions get to the offices…so get on it” said Frank Beyers, a man with very stale features who like me knows nothing about Information Technology solutions but has learnt to memorize the necessary terms to get by each day without exposing the rupture in his own social fabric, indeed he wore cheap shirts as well, the type where one came free with the other at thrift shops along main road in Woodstock. Tumiso did not want to sleep with Frank Beyers; he would have loved to beat him to death with a coffee mug though, but nothing involving any lubricants and bodily fluids. Tumiso wanted to sleep with Rita Foster, the woman in charge of Even Space IT Solutions, she was hardly ever in the office tough, (or the city for that matter) except for her picture which was hung crooked above Ayanda the receptionist’s head, the frame was cheap and it made her look thirty years younger but her picture reminded Tumiso of his High school  nurse, Mrs. Southey, she was a humanitarian, she once looked after a whole ward of sickly students when a sudden “flu” spread loose. Many were cured miraculously after having their temperature taken, and it had something to do about the way she would lean over your face whilst placing her hand on your forehead and your eyes would wonder to mountain peaks that gave off a wonderful scent that modern medicine still to this day can not duplicate let alone conjure.
-“Rita is coming around with some people from Switzerland to do an audit next week, so things have to be right on point” added frank, before heading off to talk about cricket and the best Spur Ranch he’d ever been to with some of the web developer guys who were treading on the verge of pa**ing for computer geniuses with down syndrome.
-“okay, I’m on it, its only a few photo copies” said Tumiso , he was about to say something else like “get off my dick” but he saw Leandre  walk over to the photo copy machines to probably get on with the faxes that so many people at the office had to get on with every last Friday of the month. Leandre was in a grey area, not in her own, but the one that Tumiso had created for her, because the office and the world alike for Tumiso were black and white, the good and the bad, the going out for lunches and the lunchboxes, the Parkers and the Bics. Leandre only spoke when she was spoken to like the other lunchboxes, but she was different, she wasn’t the type to moan and plot murder about being called a lazy mongoloid the whole day while sneaking off for extra cigarette breaks. She took things calmly, too calmly, some people (mostly the fat one’s) even suspected her of using heroin at work. Maybe I should ask her out for drinks later, Tumiso thought to himself, but this idea fell away like it had for the past three years, it was simple, she was a devout Muslim and he loved pork ribs and the occasional drug on the numerous birthday’s he had in one year.
 Leandre’s Family would never allow it; Tumiso had once seen her brother pick her up from work before, he was one big intimidating son of a bitch who had no reason to check if the food he ate was Halaal or not because all he ate was steroids, protein supplements and the occasional daaltjie.

Leandre was still nice to talk to though, she had an astounding knowledge of music and wanted read more books by Ralph Ellison if any existed after Invisible Man. Tumiso stood up and let Frank Beyers do his talking about nothing thing to the other slaves nearby, he picked up his faxes and walked towards the photo copy machines as he thought of interesting conversation to unleash on Leandre, politics maybe? No, that’s way too dry for a Friday, politics are always too risky.
-  Lee! What’s going on? Tumiso said as if he didn’t see what she was doing, although she did have one too many faxes to copy and send and most people had only six or so to do.
- Just getting these faxes copied and sent so I can get the hell out of here, I’m so hungry, oh! what I’d do for a chicken burger right now.
- Yeah me too, the faxes that is, I’m down for some Eisbein! Said Tumiso with a slight grin on his face.
-What’s Eisbein? Leandre said
- A big piece of a pig that Germans like to eat with sour cabbage and jugs of beer!
- German’s huh? Not for me thanks, my favourite thing out of Germany is Walter Carlos, ever heard of him?
- The guy that plays the synthesizers? Tumiso said as his voice rose in excitement at the splendor of her knowledge in music.
- Yeah! Yesterday I bought his album on Vinyl, it has Beethoven’s ninth symphony, 2nd movement played on a Robert Moog synthesizer, now that’s much better than pork and rotten cabbage!
- What! I’d like to hear that, I’ ve got a song where he plays the William Tell Overture, I don’t know on what synthesizer though,  but it sooths my stomach just the same.
- you should come by and listen to it some time, shit…let me finish up these photo copies, Frank’s doing his rounds”. Leandre said this as if she had just awoken from a dream, her file folder fell to the floor as she hastened to finish her faxes and amongst her outgoing faxes to companies such as Selwyn’s Secretarial Services was a little flyer that said something about COSATU and the unions of something, Tumiso hardly gave it a look, there we so many people handing flyers out these days that he also just took a couple now and then to make them feel good about doing their job“Yeah, I should get on it too” Tumiso said once his dream had ended.

It was 16:45, already way too late to still be at work, Tumiso was tired of the blinding white light of the office and the drone of constant redundancy, he tidied up his desk and packed up his laptop into his grey back pack which also held a sport  bottle of red wine he planned to drink on the train ride back home, the iron horse awaits and it takes some sort of intoxicating agent to tolerate fat civil servants and bank employees smelling like musk and complaining about being ha**led for ” ID books and loans from button smokers and wet backs.” It was a 10 min walk to Cape Town station, and normally Tumiso would take a slow stroll and go past St George’s mall and green market square through the flea market and look at sculptures of colonial coons along with Che Guevara t-shirts and instruments for smoking marijuana, it was indeed a strange cluster of tourist attractions that had the Germans and Americans acting like acid fiends staring at a bowl of fruit and somehow dissecting the intricacies of African life through the arrangement of bananas and grapes.  St George’s mall was horribly deserted that day, and Tumiso felt a slight tremor of uneasiness similar to when Mrs. Southey caught him looking at her breasts when he had glandular fever, he walked over to Adderly street and saw that the entire street had been turned into a rubble of urban decay as piles of trash laid scatologicaly from corner to corner and shop windows lay broken aghast the faces of the owners who were laying their grievances to the policemen on horse back who added to the imagery of riots in the 60’s or an urban plantation during the slave era. A robbery maybe? That’s too many shops to be a robbery, Tumiso though, but whatever it was Tumiso did not plan on staying around any longer and play Inspector Cleasau on a pro bono basis.

Tumiso’s first reaction was to make a quick turn and cut into a back alley to avoid the devil’s henchmen who he suspected had already tried to link him to the cause of the whole disaster he had just stepped into. The rotten beasts always need to make an arrest for the shop owners and most importantly for their own  ill fated reputations sake, police profiling in Cape Town always seems to run along the lines of anyone who isn’t white. Tumiso paced his steps and tried his best not to run and make himself look guilty of running to catch a train, the station was in sight, and to Tumiso’s delight, there was a big group of security guards who were boarding the train to Simons Town, they all seemed to be in a rather jovial mood, singing and dancing and what not, “probably the Friday Spirit” Tumiso thought to himself, “and at least I don’t have to worry about being robbed on the way home! Safe!”

Tumsio rushed on board along with the rest of the working cla**, primary school students, hustlers, preachers, snack vendors and a horde of Security guards who had changed from singing old songs of freedom to shouting profanities through the train windows. Tumiso couldn’t find an open seat so he positioned himself along the railings on the sides of the train where those standing were to keep themselves from falling when the train came to a screeching halt. The atmosphere in the train was alive and rampant that day, it was even livelier than the early mornings where a crazed preacher and his congregation would sing and stomp until the train actually felt like an Evangelical amusement ride heading into the pits of hell. The security guards presence and communal spirit was truly felt on that particular day and some people who were probably clerks or licensing department officials took off their ties and waved them high in the air and began to join the  fraternity of the people the woman sitting next to Tumiso called “ eager weekenders”,
“Ja, I guess we all are in a way, they’re just a bit bold about it I guess” replied Tumiso whilst contemplating whether or not to move to another carriage at the next station so he could drink his wine alone.
“Christ!” the woman next Tumiso exclaimed, a few paces away from her two security guards had just forced the door of the train open whilst moving, and the rest of the pa**engers were breaking train windows or crouching beneath the seats and praying to their respective Gods. Tumiso thought they were going to train surf, he’d seen some school kids try the ghastly sport on the Langa line. The little f***ers would climb out of moving trains and get on top of the carriages like the robbers did in old cowboy movies, or worse, they even let their feet levitate a few inches from the grounds surface where the train tracks anxiously waited for fat lumps child meat to drop off so it could be taken to the Department of Public Transport Christmas braai at the end of the year.

 Screams erupted all around the four corners of moving metal, Tumiso saw a middle aged man of about 35yrs or so being hurled out the train by two navy blue clad security men through a broken window which caught the sides of the man on his way out, leaving a generous splatter of blood and what appeared to be an appendix across the uniforms of the security men. The poor man was thrown out somewhere over Salt River, “they’re going to rob his corpse” said a school kid who was standing beside me, “I hope decent people find my body”. Tumiso’s thoughts paced into a torrent of possibilities which all ended with a picture of himself split open across the back like a Chinese fortune cookie across the roof of some one’s house whilst they watched Backstage. There was no escape, and the train did not stop at any of the various stations that it usually did, maybe they had killed the driver as well. A boy of about 18 came running from the other side of the carriage where most of the ruckus was taking place and quickly headed towards the side of those who had given up on praying and patiently waited to be tossed out of a window into someone’s back yard. The boy fainted before us before he could say anything at all, say what though? It was all over. Maybe he’s the lucky one. Tumiso sat quietly on the floor with his head on his knees, he thought of his sister in London who was doing random minimum wage jobs that required desperate South African teenage labour. He wished her a good life and hoped that she would quit the nonsense and come back home where the beer is cheaper and the sun stays around for a while longer, his eyes fell to the floor and he saw a flyer that read COSATU, Workers Union General Strike 18 May 2006, WORKERS UNITED AGAINST LOW WAGES. Tumiso smiled and felt a swarm of hands grasp his collar and lift him to his feet, he closed his eyes. Leandre was about to dig into her chicken burger.

A week later Tumiso was buried in Queens Town in the Eastern Cape where he was originally born. Rita Foster never attended the funeral.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / For your Pleasure......
« on: March 27, 2007, 08:01:36 PM »
here's a little script i wrote...i know its good, so please dont go and steal it for some third rate play production or cream pie short film...its part of my book...anyhow....enjoy! vomit! whatever you choose! democracy!







Who knows these days?















A script
By: Big Space "leprosy"













♣ The Characters

*Naledi
*Eleanor
*Ribs
*Popeye
*Nurse



[Scene: Naledi’s bedroom. Phone conversation]
                                 

Naledi

Pick up, pick up, pick up…..

Eleanor

Hello….

Naledi

Whats up? I hope I didn’t wake you up

Eleanor

What time is it?

Naledi

Its 2:30am, I feel bad now, I really wanted to talk but I’ll call you tomorrow if too tired to talk…damn, you really sound tired. Did you enjoy your night?

Eleanor

Yeah, do that. I’m really tired. I”ll Talk to you tomorrow.

  ( Shouting in background )  

“ITS f***ING 3 IN THE MORNING!!!”

Naledi

Where are you? ….who was that?..it sounded like a guy... And I know you don’t have bunk beds at your place.

Eleanor

That’s Shabeir.

Naledi

Oh.. o.k. I guess I’ll call you tomorrow then.

Hangs up phone.

f***. Who the hell is “Shabaam”?

[Scene:Walking in the street to the liquor store]

Ribs

(laughing) Like that? Just like that…that’s all she said, that’s Shabeer?

Naledi

Yep. That’s all she said, do you think I should call her?

Ribs

f*** no! after that shit ? Where’s your pride at ? I doubt Ghandi ate his own crap during the hunger strikes. You gotta stay skinny at all costs, plus girls love dudes who look like they have exotic diseases.. I mean , think about it…its written all over, that shits exotic….. That’s why they love it.

Naledi

Youre a sorry excuse bastard of a friend you know that?You call that empathy!!? I need drugs or something, this is too much for me to handle right now. That’s the third one!!

Ribs

I really do feel sorry for you. I’m sorry that youre so STUPID. Drugs are probably the reason why she’s with someone else right now, I mean what did you expect from dating a coke fiend? 3 grams by the candlelight and a hallmark card saying “ Yours forever, I blow for blow” ?

Naledi

That’s why I liked her,  that was the initial attraction. She was also like a drug. She was a free spirit of some sort and I don’t mean to sound like some hippie or something but  Its like when you take LSD and you feel like you know the truth about life and the truth about yourself. That point where you think like you’re ready for whatever. That’s how I felt around her. I don’t even know why you’re jugding me, you smoke weed! I just smoked weed with you now you lout.

Ribs

Now don’t start crying on me now, this isn’t Dr.Phil, you see a fat bald white man here? Weed is not a drug, its just that white people want to own everything including plants and trees, so they made it illegal for other people to own it so their daughters can smoke it in University toilets. Plus you know that shit is good for constipation. It relaxes the bowels and improves your macking ability by 0.5 % !! Holla!!

Naledi

If my memory serves me correct you smoked your first joint with me, and the whole time I was afraid you were going to piss your pants and I’d  be left with  the job of explaining to your mom why your pants were wet from eating a bucket of chicken…. Drugs are not for everyone though, but Acid! LSD! Lerato in the sky with diamonds??!! that’s the shit! that’s what all drugs should be like, an acquired taste of insanity. I’m telling you, if you can handle Acid you can handle almost anything.

Ribs

Yeah right, you make it sound like there’s some God in a drop of liquid.

Naledi

I’ts all a mind game. Can you imagine say like a really scary situation or question that you’re posed with, and with every solution you come up with there’s bunch of other solutions that challenge the other one and another comes in and this just keeps going and going to a point where you actually think you’ve lost your mind.Tthen you just feel this silent eruption inside you and everything is still..you have the answer! but you keep asking yourself at the back of your mind, will anything ever change this answer? It’s an uncertain certainty. But at least you got that little bit of certainty about life which this piece of shit reality doesn’t offer.

Ribs

That doesn’t sound like fun. Not at all…going crazy for fun?

Naledi

You’ll never know till you’ve  lived it.

Ribs

You know what was fun? And you know I lived it cause you were there. The simple days where we could just drink beer, go to clubs we knew weren’t meant for us, talk to girls who only liked us because “were not like the rest”, then go home, wake up the next day and be like, “hey, why I cant I be like them, why I do I have be different amongst so many of them for them to like me” then get drunk again and it’ll happen the next day too. They say variation is important but people like you forget that the whole world runs on  repetition.

Naledi

Damn.You need a hug. Or a positive role model or something. That’s quite a grim look on life, maybe I enjoyed some of it but not the most.. but hey, we all got our different perspectives, f***ing Rainbow Nation. I learned that from taking acid too you know,…. I mean…..who does Mandela think he is? Everybody knows I came up with the term “Rainbow Nation”, just think about it, Acid…colours…Rainbow Nation….. just ask anyone who was at Paul De Jong’s birthday party, I came up with that. They know the truth. I want 40 acres, and a benz as compensation for that.

Ribs
( Gives him a pound!)

Damn straight!!!!

Naledi

Hey!, isn’t that Popeye on the otherside of the road?

Ribs

Poppa who?

Naledi

POPEYE. The guy who used to stay 3 houses away from mine when I still living in goodwood. Haven’t seen him in ages, someone told me he was a newly born Jehovah’s witness or something.

Ribs

I don’t recall. That guy looks insane.

Naledi

Let me go and say hello real quick.

Ribs

I cant believe you know one of Jehovah’s witnesses! Is that a tree he’s holding?

Naledi

(Shouts) Popeye! Remember me? Whats up!

Popeye

Ahoy!! Naledi, its been a longtime! Whats good?

Naledi

Everything is all gold. My girlfriend is cheating on me though. But otherwise I cant complain. So whats really good? I heard youre a man of the church these days.

Popeye

What? Where you get that from? Quite the opposite really. Ive been practicing to become a songoma. That’s where ive been the whole time, studying in Durban with my uncle.

Naledi

Damn that sounds nice! Warm weather, beaches, curry and muti. Sangoma huh? Props! I guess that explains the branch youre holding.

Popeye

Ja, its from a boegoe tree, theres a lot of them nearby. The leaves help with bringing luck and favour from the ancestors, theyre also good for heartburn! This branch was a bit hard to get, the good one’s are right at the top and I had to jump into some ou baas’s private property to get this. And Just as I was leaving I saw this dog looking at me, andi don’t think it was the owners dog because this brak hond was too dirty for alpo and domestication. But it looked at me with the eye’s of a self righteous top pedigree bitch and  its eyes said to me “ why are you stealing luck instead of finding it?” and I said back “is not the same thing?” the dog then turned its back to me and walked off, and under the muffled breath of it’s a** I it heard say to me “life must be hard when people have to steal luck”.

Naledi

I’m Confused with a capital “ W ” as in..What?

Ribs

So you had a vision? Or were you really checking out the dog’s a**?

Popeye

Maybe, lets call it a moment of clarity for now. But gentlemen, I must leave you now. I have a train to catch and a tutorial on ancestral dialect and the discourse of bone throwing.
I bid thee farewell. Can I offer you some boegoe leaves?



                                                          ( takes some leaves.)
Naledi

Jeah ,sure, a little luck wont hurt. Thanks! It was good seeing you again, goodluck with your studies.

Ribs

Hey, could you tell me my future before you bounce?

Popeye

I cant, well not now least, we only do that in our final year. Go check out your star sign or something. Whats that thing called again..horrorscope right? Anyway…
Peace!


Ribs

Now I know you don’t plan on eating that shit? It wont give you luck. it’ll poison you and then you’ll die. He couldn’t even tell me my future.

Naledi

Stop being dramatic. He’s not heavy, he’s my brother. Theres no hurt in trying, have faith in faith.

( eats a leaf)

Ribs

I swear to God you’ve lost your mind…First acid and now some random shrub.
But, I’ll tell you what I could do with right now is some food, escargot?

Naledi

Nah I’m broke. But whats that sign over there? It has your favourite 4 letter word written on it.

Ribs

F.R.E.E. Free!! Maybe that jungle muti business thing actually works!!

Naledi

That’s what I’m talking about! Lets go check it out, PLEASE GOOD WHITE JESUS LET THERE BE FREE FOOD.

Ribs

Free sex!!

Naledi

Ha,ha,ha..you wish, you know that’s the only thing that isn’t free in this world!

Ribs

Masturbation is free but it still costs pride! Why does everything have to cost?

(stop at sign)

Ribs

“FREE AIDS TESTS”…what? No key chains and no buffet!! Aids tests huh? f*** it, lets just get one since were already here..i mean hey, this shits for free!

Naledi

When I donated blood you got free biscuits and juice afterwards, maybe they got that here too!

Ribs

For real ? lets do this.

[ Inside Clinic]

Ribs

Some bullshit, why we gotta fill out forms?

Naledi

Nothings for fee…

Ribs

True. But why do they wanna know when was the last time I had sex? Everybody knows its been a dry season this year.

Naledi

Speak for yourself..i’m starting to get nervous..( panicky) this is aids were talking about! Jesus H. Christ, H for “Holy Crap”! what If I  have aids…Did I get it from her or did I give it to her? I don’t want to go to hell!!!

Ribs

Calm yourself before I slap you. You don’t have aids, your feet stink and youre skinny but that doesn’t mean you have aids. Youre just unkept. Just relax and try to soak up as much as you can off all this free shit. I might just keep this pen!

Naledi

Ok..whoooo…relax. breath….ok, this nurse better hurry up, I want to get back home on time cause I have a tickets to go see Generations on Ice later….but damn..my lunchbox is hurting ( holds his stomatch)…those boegoe leaves don’t ask questions.

Nurse

Are you alright sir? Case of the nerves?

Naledi

Something like that.

Nurse

Well let ust get to it then, but first let me tell you something about our counseling and ongoing therapy services which…(gets cut off)

Ribs

No. were fine thanks!! Just get to the results please .( whispers in Naledi’s ear) she probably wanted us to pay for that shit…

Nurse

As you wish. Your friend here is lucky, he’s negative. You have H.I.V sir. Thank you! Come again…which I seriously doubt! And feel free to grab a brochoure on our way out. Bye!

Ribs

( outside in the street. )

So tell me about Acid again.




THE END

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General Discussion / f*** THE CRIME RATE,ITS ALL ABOUT ME!!
« on: October 27, 2006, 03:42:23 PM »


The Rwandan Butcher may be extinct on AG, or he may have been implicitly fired..but thats the past..your boy has a new forum to vomit his angst.....drum roll......RADIO DRAMA's ..look out for original playwrights written by your boy Big space the f***ing black God. soon to be aired on Bush radio, or prerecorded downloadable versions will be available in good time.

big things going, big things...

5 new albums done, 4 instrumental albums and a collaboration album with my nigga Mc P...MONEY CASH PAPer, its hot, its sexy, its for rich kidzzz....
you can catch us performing live on the 20th of November at a fashion show held at Waldorf Highschool and a show at orchard bank, of which the date is to be announced later once my manager stops acting like a bitch.

....i think its safe to say that myself and my younger are on the way to becomming the best producers in this country...but me, ive got bigger plans...multi media a** nigga is what i am...wooo!!!

links to the MCP album will be up by Monday.

In the meantime listen to this.it will make your a** squirt.

AND stop with the faggot a** nepotism !!!!!!and go and support something different for a change, i'm a f***ing South African artist too you know..anyway, if you dont like it, well..that just means youre stuck in the past.

www.myspace.com/spacevein

www.myspace.com/cocainespace

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Politics / NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!
« on: August 07, 2006, 12:32:13 PM »
Is it possible that Zuma was referring to a muti cleasing when he said he had a shower after he f***ed that crazy bitch? i think so, white liberals and the general public take his strong Zulu tradition for granted, but it could also be a reference to Cyril Ramaphosa giving him a golden shower afterwards?? Zuma is a freak yo!!

f*** ZUMA, f*** THE MIDDLE EAST, f*** AIDS..ITS ALL ABOUT BIG SPACE THE k****** ELOHEIM.(what the f*** does eloheim mean anyway??,f***in rap discourse is dumb)

Peace and go kill youselves. see you in 6 months.Bitches.

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Hot Traxxx / SPACEGHOST Album SNIPPETS
« on: April 04, 2006, 01:07:03 PM »
Plantation presents!! just some short snippets..you want the rest? how about some lunch? More coming soon..ive got backs to dry.

SpaceGhost

1. Ungakhali Zorba.
2. Meat is Meat
3. Gear on the Re-up.Featuring Kool Dj Okapi

all produced by yours truly in a dirty pair of boxers, weed brain slow with a bottle of grape flavoured jive and a plate of under cooked sausage rolls.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Cpt Rappers part 2.
« on: March 27, 2006, 03:13:41 PM »
Just read NuwePussy's post...i couldnt say i agree more.
Archetypes are a bunch of homo's dressed up as hobo's..havent they heard of retail?f***n kids going to the army cant even get fatigues cause these dudes bought the whole range of dead soldier clothing...lets not forget their music..everytime i see these f***ers theyre always going on about some release which theyve been talking about for the past 3 years...i never understand what the f*** theyre going on about "Dyslexic aliens on some next shit" what the f*** does that mean????


Soleil is a retard..this dude claims the archetypes are having their launch at Marvel when the motherf***er cant even get in the club, always chillin by the door and shit lookin for beer change...what the f***!!

everyone i meet has an archetypes hate story..its amazing, i think they mite just take over from the recent onslaught of Chuck Norris Jokes..

METABOLISM...a pile of shit. i remeber a show of his at All Nations..the crowd wasnt feeling his sorry gay a** so instead of trying harder the little bitch starts cursing at the crowd "ya'll just dont understand" i dont even think he even understands his own shit...stop stealing UCT text books and trying to study them under a bridge in OBS somewhere as to put them in your rhymes.

In general cpt hip hip is just boring, lame beats, scientific nonsense, fake rasta's...only cats holding it down is Kallitz, Isaac Newton, Tycoon Suite(Neon Don), Skallywag, First Case, King Daniel and Midus.

I love opinion's. :twisted:  :twisted:

SpaceGhost. Plantation.

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Producers - Discussion / SPACEGHOST GON BLOW THE f*** UP!!
« on: March 23, 2006, 10:28:14 AM »
First off all my apologies to anyone i promised a copy to,ive been really busy trying to promote this shit, work on the new album, study and pay my rent so life is money pussy right now...

anyhow..Did anyone hear SpaceGhost on Bush Radio last week friday on the Head Warmers show?also got this shit playin in San Francisco(what up Amos!!) and soon to be heard in Manhattan and Brooklyn.

This album is for free right now if youre nice to me..cocksuckers can pay R15.

If you manage to get a copy..bootlegg that shit..make sure your mother and her friends from the Tupperware society get this shit...

WEBSITE Coming soon...and Look out for the Spoek Mathambo TV show on SABC 1 comming soon. PLUS music from my crew/stable consisting of JHB and CPT's nastiest playerz( spelt with a "z") the crew is called PLANTATION. ( Mvelocity, Big Rob Rizzle, Dimez, Phondo.a.k.a Nolan, Afronaught.a.k.a Ootz)

IS JA, IS A BIER....

hOSH.

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Humour / Jokes / SPACEGHOST RULES THE WORLD BITCHES!!!!!!!!!!
« on: March 08, 2006, 10:27:10 AM »
have you cocksuckers and rap lovers heard that new incredible SpaceGhost shit yuet?its f***ing banannas makes me want to squirt a strawberry daquery out of my eyes..Produced by Yours truly and And OOtz a.k.a AfroNought, SpaceVein and Spoek Mathambo are muhf***in SpaceGhost....The best dressed, fat wallet having, suburban girl tasting rap f***ers ever...

i sleep on my stomach cause i like to ride my own dick.

want the album? holla at me

UncleTom@mailbox.co.za

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General Discussion / SHOCKING NEWS!!
« on: September 19, 2005, 11:47:02 PM »
i cant believe it, the docter said i'm not going to be able to walk again after i copulate with a xhosa woman......

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General Discussion / Heres something to piss you off..
« on: September 07, 2005, 08:49:32 PM »
quite nauseating....2005-2006 spacevein calender.

SpaceVein photography collection, coming out in 3-4weeks...a collection of my own photography comprising of homeless people, poverty, drug&alcohol abuse and many other social injustices that turn me on...They will be free to download...they make gtreat wallpapers....

A Rap album. Short e.p. called "plantation" slave hymns for the modern coon, and white bitch loving uncle tom anthem's.myself on the beats and Black Jock..a.k.a Too White 4 Aids! on the rhymes...features the likes of Spoek Mathambo, Afronaut and special guest Katlego Maponyane, son of Soccer player Marks Maponyane..

Instrumental Album..Breakbeat/Jungle/ k****** Hip-hop album....most probably to be enjoyed by drug addicts and white people who suck up to me...if youre looking for good club beats that make you nod your head....this is not for you...i encourage vomiting and at least one penile anuerism.

Various journalistic pieces....magazines,websites...

hit me up....bout to make so little money!i cant wait!

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General Discussion / I HAVE A QUESTION!!!
« on: August 23, 2005, 09:16:12 PM »
hey public...these are serious questions and dilemma's.i'm a bit ashamed to ask but f*** it,i'll never find out any other way...

Is it normal that i dont mind f***ing a girl on periods?? (i just dont do it to black girls, that just doenst work for me..the colour contrast is too heavy on my eyes..purple lips and red juice??

and finally a very taboo issue...anal sex...im just curious here....if i f*** a bitch in the a** and she hasnt wiped her a** properly and her shit with corn in it tore the rubber..does the bitch have an obligation to refund me for those expensive durex shits??

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General Discussion / Whores of the world...
« on: May 17, 2005, 05:39:08 PM »
20 inch rims bitch!!!!!!




















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