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« on: November 29, 2003, 08:27:00 PM »
YO- thronz the hell-raiser, bad demons invade ya mentality for my-pleasure//my mind´s like a chest of treasure, with torture ammunition for battle-leasures//nigz i wet-ya, got bling-bling nigz havin´ second thoughts like Cape Town weather//i sustain the mic´s sanctity when its in my hands//as i anahilate clans,leave nigz lookin like boy-bands//the "back" of my "street" was real violent// grew up in different environments//witnessed live aftermaths of robberies by pounds of hood hounds//made me realize life counts//i´ve learnt the cause of people´s actions through they backgrounds//but my first township was quite and sound//just a lil bio on the brief, now let me get back to the rap quick//MCs i "hit" like robberies if they aproach unequiped//lips get slit if u let ya toungue slip//my name is only used in vein by suicidal bitches//"black n magical", i throw curses like witches//disect nigz beyond the repair of stitches//flows hit tha nerves, muthafakaz getin´ twitches//dont rap bout riches, only dismantled bodies
in ditches//f*k ice my flows r nice beyond ya wishes//battle raps breakin´
nigz after stretchin em to tha limits// gettin´ livid, explict visuals become very
vivid// i dont do rap, basicly i just live-it// bringin´ light to the blinded n to those i choose to call dim-witts// always eager to build my shit to stay fit, sort of like hypochondriacs// i´m a Sag on the zodiac//half man, half "night-mare" to rival (GET IT?)MCs on the rap podium//u could say i´m a "pro with verbs" cuz i "exceptionally use my ammunition" constantly atracting"attention"// (MIGHT NEED TO THINK HARD ON THIS ONE)
my level of skill is in constant elevation//commenting crabs aint getin´ pleasure like clitoris-circumsicions//(eina!) i see only true visions//what i speak has true-reason//every opposer´s liable for a excecutional sentence decision........aigh thats it..peace