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Hot Traxxx / Re: UDABA
« on: September 11, 2008, 11:25:46 AM »
yipiki ne fosholo
for sure thas my homies
will try and check it out after the lecture. but if i cant be there physically i will be there in spirit.
sisonke

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General Discussion / no other
« on: September 08, 2008, 12:41:29 PM »
she was flyer than a flyer
on fire like a tyre in the days of sophia
thas my word i'm no liar
a bird on a wire
she my queen i'm her sire
arousin my desire
from skintone to attire
many nights we perspire
on the straight she was dire
told her of freedom fighters
and king graffiti writers
no one i met was tighter
so sweet like a cider
make any future brighter
and her heart was lighter
underground like a miner
i had to dine and wine her
made me slightly politer
sang sweet songs like a choir
onna real it was quite a
lifetime pleasure designer
cut i dread like delilah
but you know she was finer
laid back like recliner
introduced her to midus
and a couple other biters
stopped the rain like a wiper
on target as a sniper
i was her dalai rhymer
we made music pied piper
plus her fruit was riper
thoughts of her make i hyper
in our way was these mysers
took a slice of my lifer
still the slither like vipers

this is a love joint like no other
take it form the heart and mind of a soul brother
practice this a couple of years you wont stutter
got nothin positive to say then yo mother
(repeat once)

kept it free from the capevine
had us such a great time
i never had to stagedive
look it up in my casefile
i'm on some deep space nine
millimetre replaced by
suspended sentence the chains i
wore gone a changed guy
who'll prolly always stay high
from bo-kaap to lakeside
we were two of the same kind
and she kept the stakes high
as well as my mates why
she had to deflate my
ego and take flight
i was jailed like the shaik guy
communicate through A.I
DS that claims lives
test negative and take five
she would make a safe wife
all these suckas who date spies
never ate a killer plate by
shorty who never chased lines
thas when i turned the page tried
ate biltong and made braais
hopin to concieve a child
in her ear i rap like 8 mile
had this touch that could tame wild

this is a love joint like no other
take it form the heart and mind of a soul brother
practise this a couple of years you wont stutter
got nothin positive to say then yo mother
(repeat once)

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General Discussion / GOOD COP BAD COP
« on: August 22, 2008, 11:17:29 AM »
On Wednesday morning, after leaving Long street, me and a group of friends were treated to the obligatory Rodney King beating courtesy of a notorious gang of armed thugs, namely Cape Town police. After pulling me over on de waal drive(yeah it's still called that), and finding everything in order (notwithstanding the fact they had guns in our faces and six police vehicles surrounding us), the one officer casually excused himself because, according to him he needed to a**ault one of us. He then pulled the smallest amongst us out, and began to exercise his a**umed right to police brutality. The friend who was a**aulted was subsequently placed in a police van for protesting.

When one of the others attempted to film the whole a**ault, a female officer grabbed the phone from him.Then, as another of us was busy phoning someone to tell them what was transpiring, he too was a**aulted and placed in the van with no statement made as to what they did wrong or what the charges against them were. In addition to that, they proceeded to a**ault the third one of us and place him alongside the others in the van. This was not only unconstitutional but actually against the very laws these guys are supposed to uphold. And it  again highlights the fact that our constitution may in theory be the most advanced document of its kind in the world as we are so often reminded, but in practice is impossible to implement. The remaining officers then told us to go home.

What I find questionable about this occurence and others like it is that they occur almost daily in Cape Town and its surrounding environs. Which for me signifies that Cape Town as a city is in the hands of the police. And that in turn renders the Western Cape a police state. Strangely enough, earlier the same night we were digressing on the same issue, and came to the conclusion that in Cape Town and Southern Africa wholistically, little or nothing has changed since the inception of our so-called liberation. The only clear change is that the white cops stand behind and watch the black cops do their dirty work,ie.torture their victims. And the one obvious fact is that the real criminals continue with their mission without any disturbance. How long shall we sing this song?

For me, the worst part of living in a post-democratic South Africa has been the way we as peforming and/or visual artists are treated by bouncers, security guards, police officers and whomever else decides to view us as their enemy. This is all the more reason to hide one's face and remain underground. For we are constantly humiliated hara**ed and embarrased by these supposed authority figures. They are the very ones who lower our self esteem and force some of us to find solace in the comfort zone of drink and drugs.

Ultimately, being black in this country is still the same if not worse than during the apartheid era. There are still many gross inequities within our socio-plitico-ecomomic infrastructure, many of which will never be erradicated. This situation will remain the same until such time as some drastic ation is taken at gra**roots level.

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General Discussion / Re: Artquake
« on: August 19, 2008, 12:03:32 PM »
 Where do the priorities of the ma**es lie?

A good question indeed. So, what is our answer? In order to fully understand or a**ess this matter, one would require some background or contextualisation on the issue. Firstly, we as contemporary South Africans and moreover on a global scale, live above our means.This relates to trends of consumerism and major corporation backed chain stores offering most or all goods on terms or higher purchase. The result of these purchases are quite obviously that one is obligated to pay for the same item over and over again.

Secondly, when we look into a simple ghetto scenario within our country, one sees a disturbing tendency or trend for homeowners to also own cars which are twice if not four times the value of their houses.As we know all to well, the majority of properties are in actual fact owned by banks through bonds and home loans.So obsessed are our citizens with visible commodities that one can see or hear sound systems which in most instances are worth more than the vehicles they emanate from, additionally rims worth more than cars can also be found. Which begs our original question-Where do the priorities of the ma**es lie?


A simple look into South African journalistic trends reveals similar results. Poverty is on the rise as well as is crime and unemployment, however the public is constantly bombarded with the same historical or cult figures time and again. These are individuals whom, as far as i can see have gained these social positions largely due to their immense wealth and/or political sway. A case in point would be the slain businessman Brett Kebble. For a number of years it seems our print media has dedicated at least one column a week to the man. So even after his pa**ing the flesh, he remains iconoclastic in local circles.Can this be related to wealth, social standing or politics? For the time being, it is near impossible to ascertain.

Yet another persona who seems to have cut his way deep into our fabric is the newly-elected leader of the ruling party, none other than Jacob Zuma. It goes without saying that either through PR or some kind of enigmatic character has managed to brand himself to the point of dominating the headlines for the past couple of years. He singlehandedly personifies the prhase, 'no publicity is bad publicity.' Because, like Amy Winehouse the more they talk about him the more popular he appears to become.

To conclude, perhaps the answer to our dubious question lies within the question itself. The public in general need to decide for themselves where they stand and if they choose to read between the lines of the media's sensationalist reportage.We know that it is more often than not, ignorant of the facts altogether.And on another level, it appears that most of the citizens need to downscale their lifestyles to the point of affordability, so that they will not value one commodity over another. As soon as this can take place, then we can begin to progress as a nation, and look at the future from a whole new angle or perspective.
 

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: Open mic... Er1 invited
« on: August 18, 2008, 11:54:05 AM »
Back to the planetarium

Son it’s simple and pain
No need to explain
No other brother out there can spit it the same
Plus it’s hittin your brain
Whenever it is obtained
Your whole clique will complain
Like a cleaning product that’s not liftin the stain
Shiftin the chains
Plus it is arranged
With no whips or the range
Bringin the pain
Lemme kick it again
Equipped with the flames
Son you still callin names
I will stall your game
Hip hop it’s all the same
Script my hit for the day
To shift continents
Rip wih common sense

Planetary a**ault
its mandatory to talk
when adversaries get caught
Habits can be retaught

Take it from the king
anything can happen when you rappin
In a new style and fashion
Freedom fighing like factions
It’s a call to action
Started in time of sanctions
And got on the wagon
With no drama or braggin
Runnin low on the rations
Of flow filled pa**ion
Filled verses crashin
In on the hash and
Mary jane
More than true captain
That’s pa**in the baton
Fire like buju banton
Follow the light of my lantern
They honour thieves like alladin
Put on tape like bin laden
If there’s elements lackin
Wrote it quick i was slackin
So don’t ask me what’s crackin
Cause i’m hiphopera’s phantom
Youll prolly be out on the farm drivin your
Daddy bantam
Critics is like ban him

Planetary a**ault
Its mandatory to talk
When adversaries get caught
Habits can be retaught

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General Discussion / Re: f*** ZULA
« on: July 26, 2008, 02:06:38 PM »
went to the kev brown show last night. it was ill at the soundcheck, at the show i got bounced for nothing. after i hadn't been there for so long. cape town's gone tothe dogs. its clearly evident. as long as we allow heads to be undercut and treated like this then we will never unify and progress as a movement. these occurences and others like them leave me infuriated. cause i've peformed there often for free and now cant even go to a show i paid for. time to leave the country again it seems. alles klaar.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: Open mic... Er1 invited
« on: July 22, 2008, 03:59:53 PM »
Sonny boy

This is my way of explaining how you wasted my time
For months i walked up to the lab and created fly rhymes
Instead of marketing the record you just had to slide
Dissapeared without a trace like you committed a crime
Tried to speak to you in a way that was fair and humble
But you chose to ignore this so i fell and stumbled
Told you frequently how i was trying to stay ou of trouble
Now i’m feelin like some idiot whose cookie crumbled
So what i’m wonderin now is why you even started
Cause if i had known you was a toy our roads would have parted
Never one of them fools whose ego was the largest
Still i went to war on them beats and stay the moving target

I had to write this song again cause it was hurtin my pen
How you acted like a friend but it was all pretend
And i saw the album through from beginning to end
So that i could live a properlife with cash to spend

Ntothe present tense its evident i’m killin it skill
Dusted that experience off hope you takin your pills
Some of these actions of new jacks still be giving me chills
It’s all drama like a motion picture my shot’s ill
Took some time and life experience cnceptualised
Now we trekkin like the fckin starship enterprise
Leavin many of the fanbase laced and mesmerised
With the witty lyricism that is set to rise
So if you listen carefully you can sense the growth
While your drums resemble typewriers fo murder she wrote
Couple of chances you blown and still end up broke
Got you mentally perplexed from al the thoughts provoked

 I had to write this song again cause it was hurtin my pen
How you acted like a friend but it was all pretend
And i saw the album through from beginning to end
So that i could live a proper life with cash to spend

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Politics / Re: HOPE FOR ZIM ?
« on: July 22, 2008, 11:39:02 AM »
it seems like some kind of peace treaty
like that time peter tosh got bucky marshal and the other cat to shake hands on stage
mbeki's swansong

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Humour / Jokes / Re: Methodman jumps into the crowd
« on: July 21, 2008, 01:45:44 PM »
this reminds me of the one time i saw waddy jones stagedive at the jam and the crowd let him fall. it was kinda bitter sweet

primitive derivatives

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General Discussion / Re: Artquake
« on: July 08, 2008, 06:57:50 PM »
Deep sea diving
Peeps be drivin me up the wall
So f*** em all
Plus all they do is bust my balls
So i cut them
Off  right at the roots
And reaped the fruits
To teach our youths
Of a bitter sweet harvest
Still  a moving target
Selling what’s new in markets
Its true we spark it
So take no advantage
Of the lesser man
Teachin lessons and
Professin plans
Before getting banned
It was all good
And cape town was a small hood
Do what norwegians might call wood
educatin myself like kids in malls should

i got one foot in
and one foot out
oblivious to nametags
that some would shout
done good doubt
me or follow suit
and you’ll most probably
miss tomorrow too

shadows in a league of they own
so leave them alone
i seen em at home
with the dogs they feedin they bones
as life goes on
am i so long
within this to witness
the truth executed
most them deluded
from the team they booted
rumour demma spread
with no daily bread
mi se dem mad inna head
pockets heavy laden with lead
so whats happenin
when i’m rappin in
unfamiliar tones
many similar clones
but none livin exposed
with no private lives
so hide their knives
before they lose those stripes
 separatin the force
of gravity
what a calamity
like butch ca**idy
fillin your cavities

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General Discussion / Re: Artquake
« on: July 08, 2008, 06:53:50 PM »
It seems apparent that there are some clear cut racial divisions within our art scene out here in Cape Town. A case in point is that approxiamtely two weeks ago, after an opening in the city by a Mozambiquan artist, at the Kimberley hotel in Roeland street there was a fracas which erupted, resulting in one of the staff members there beating the abovementioned artist with a baseball bat, and when the police were called in, they found the windows of the whole place smashed as a resistance to the whole thing. There are many questions which came out of this entire incident. Such as do we actually have a place in our own continent to practice our chosen artform in this day and age. Or is the art clock ticking backwards. And do black artists need to live in fear of these individuals who apparently run the art scene out these parts? I for one found the whole incident rather nerve racking. And what suprised me more was that it was kept on the low and not publicised as it should have been. Especially in a time when we are dealing or attempting to deal with such issues of xenophobia and racial intolerance on our continent. Certain individuals can be blamed for this trend, but at the risk of making them even more famous i will not name them. it reminded me of a sticker i once saw that stated, 'here lies an art graveyard.' Who can bring cape Town art back from the dead?

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General Discussion / Re: Artquake
« on: July 08, 2008, 02:49:34 PM »
I remember the first tag i ever saw
And could prolly describe it
But its like nothing i’ve said before
So how’s that for a metaphor
We blew up like a letterbomb
Must have been about ninety 6
Saw a video by krs on studio mix
Breakers poppin and lockin tricks
Came to cape town to find destiny
And the scene rose to an intensity
None parallel let it be
we misunderstood the message see
Coming from where i did
You could never leave something where you find  it
And just keep silent
So i always carried a pilot
And walked around nights in suburbs to sign it

So now things are all changed
As have  rules of ball games
And writers that call names
Hiphop corner where they sold paint
Opened me up like a tollgate
If you impatient then don’t wait

We was in the goodhope centre
Years before we rapped up the epicenter
But thats beyond my current agenda
It was smooth as a blender
And p.o.c was headlinin
Like yo baby yo when rhymin
Was underground climbin
The brothers with perfect timing
Check the technique
Jazzmo on the one twos
All the crews could come through
In peace and harmony duke
Hiphop blew up like nukes
No need to exaggerate
Blew weed and we fascinated
At a rapid rate
That bookies couldn’t tabulate

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General Discussion / Re: Artquake
« on: July 07, 2008, 01:38:11 PM »
It's true that Contemporary Art sometimes seems like a self-justifying incomprehensible activity, speaking a language no one understands - like a bunch of aliens.
But it's ironic that at a time when globalisation is internationalizing the artworld like never before, artists and curators should be so fascinated by art's incomprehensibility and otherness, so obsessed with acknowledging everybody else's difference.
Alien-ness might only be a dodgy metaphor for our anxieties towards cultural or ethnic difference, so the real challenge might be to figure out what kind of art overcomes difference and takes on the universal.
Maybe that would be what you could then call a truly terrestrial art...
(Words: J.J. Charlesworth; ArtReview issue 22, may 2008)
 

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General Discussion / our styles
« on: July 07, 2008, 10:35:59 AM »

Me and jason be adjacent to the sun and the stars
Beatin us difficult like smuggling guns into bars
Plus we on par
Powermoves like jumpin from cars
Playin Tim Parr’s tin guitar
Its obvious we’ve come far
Faces full of nothing but battlescars
In this field yield or tackle hard
Keep the buds stored up in jars
Mutated lungs covered in tar
Swiss miss son gods like rah
Once he had the biggest car
But now i truly know who them are
Livin this material life is hard
LA to EC we on guard
Still carry cans and bomb hard
Its actual fact they disregard
We family like a double entente
Slick with the troublesome chants
Paid in full kid plus it’s a craft
Like fine art

Our styles:redefine flows and formats
Our styles:predesigned shows that’s all that
Our styles:we can find clones and bald cats
Our styles:leave your mind open called rap

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General Discussion / Re: Nas
« on: July 07, 2008, 09:24:59 AM »
durban you say
we have ways

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