Open mic... Er1 invited

[THAT LADY!]

f*** unions, my punches strike without mobilisation/
Been capitilising on weak mcees way b4 globalisation/
I'm still spittin' punchlines sicker than dutch minds/
Even a geologist's style would never touch mine's/
Rhyming might be your habit but dude come on/
Unlike Erykah Badu we have nothing in Common/
Your doctor's note's the sickest script u ever produced/
Like Telkom u runnin' out of lines that's never been used/
Who's flossin', I'm the illest in the game like Magic Johnson/
Verbally grantin' more death wishes than Charlie Bronson/
U fakes r Whitneys, I'm hotter than Pie City's Steak and Kidney/
Lyric'ly on point with more spears than Shakes and Britney/

Whaaaaat.....!

You ill son! Me likes, me likes alot! very creative and i like the fact that you can think pa** your nose , unlike sum peeps up in here, want props for wack iesh......
Va moes!

[Volatyl]

Habit you sick son!

[Strangeluv a.K.a. GraY GrammaR]

Sies
Ek krap in my mies
terwyl ek spieg
want ek wiet
hoe om strageties
mossig te wies
nou hou mics my hand vas soes blindes
maar verkies eider om te praat met my hande
 soes `n dowe
so ek se meer met net my middelfinger
dan breek af jou toekoms
soos standard 5 werkloopbane
ek gaan die gewone MC se verstand te bowe
verander hulle in ongelowiges
so as ek spieg
spieg ek kieme innie lig
en los helfte vannie planeet se mense
met maskers op hulle gesig

hah hah hah hah hah hah hah

Send by yurs truly



from Maca**ar with Luv

[THAT LADY!]

Dit kon mear besonders geweesit.
naai , dis olryt vi n' new bee 

[1kind]

I think peoples are bringing mad dopeness. Habbit and Digi that was good stuff...

It'll be a mistake posting ish for props though, cos people don't always understand what you talking about, and they wont big you up...

So just push yo own netcee bar, and hope the space will be respectful enough!!!

[Strangeluv a.K.a. GraY GrammaR]

I f*** up space
by poluting it with rhymes from a wasteland mind
but the communication
flows in binary
my ways of coping with emotions
is still primary
so I resort to prehistoric instrumentations
and play rock music to f*** up the thinkings of aliens
an encounter of the fifth
that's why they broke the gear shift of their mothership
so I decided to pay them a visit
and quantum leap
from the present to the present
and do some experimentation
on musicians
an create a Frank-einstein

Send yours truly


From Maca**ar with Luv

[THAT LADY!]

wats the meaning of " f***"
No such thing as a stupid question just depends whom you ask!

[Strangeluv a.K.a. GraY GrammaR]

could mean a lot of things
used in wich context it's an adjective
 could be busting a nut or just plain f***'ed

[king daniel]

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

[THAT LADY!]

I know wat it means, just wondered why some MCee's cant be creative and use a better word....

[1kind]

i got a few seconds to kill...

Clears...throat...


I gotta kill a few seconds. Put an end to the time/
My skills an overdose of coke...deadliest lines/
Put dents in your mind/
I'm da rising sun...ready to shine/
I got news from the future so i move ahead with the Times

I'm ill,
Cats dat f*** (jay-lee) wit me get burned like syphilis/
Can't chill.
Cats who get to close to me get burned like Icarus/

Kids accept less (L.E.S)...they take the path that 50 chose
I'm above your head...to understand me... stand on your tippy toes. 

I'm outta time...to be continued on a another menu

[THAT LADY!]

silly newbee
You my NEXT VICTIM ( aka greenbat )

[Volatyl]

Yall got fingers in your a**es/
Tryna Twist shit/ Niggas is misfits/
Switch your diction/ yall cats sicknen
And on the mic niggas sounding fake like they lyrics for sale/
Cumon, people wouldnt feel your lyrics if you wrote em in braille/
Its simple, i raps in decibals/ living life as an indivsual/
Cos even if i was kicked out of skul you still couldnt gt me to change my principals/
You aint gangster/ your rhymes is fictional/
You wouldnt get a following if your verses was biblical/
With curses in your recurring lyrics like the shits a ritual/
Ressurect the great, ONLINE niggas love to hate/
So pull your pants up before i jack you for your true religion,
For heaven sake....

[1kind]

I smell dopeness...i smell fear. I smell Dopamine!!

[Skattered Thoughtz]

i move like the TUT curse..
walk in a room make guardian angels disperse
crucify & spit on you for listening less..
rebuke you in the name of Jesus, then cuss you in a subvert verse...
lyrically pervese
& clumsily immersed in bragging about pictures of your corpse in a hearse...
so f*** the tension while the Book Of Lifes pages flap..
Judgement day...i plan to let god jugde me while i rap...
send out! neck-bruising celestial bars those that object fall back...
a kodak...worthy moment legions combustible on impact..
black poems caress heavenly bodies...
lucifer & devils gatecrash quickies & orgies...
my apologies..
semen stains the walls of sapphire-lobbies..
DP, fellatio, dildos introduced to primitive shorties...
your past forefathers black out...latter-day 40s..
you cant stop this...intergalactic pervesion with the utmost pa**ion...
traceless in the book of revelation...
innocent-faced lyricist who lynches in barbaric fashion..
i usher the weak to their permanent rooms..
through inhalation of diythylamine gas fumes..
you should have never evacuated your mother's wombs..
now prepare to be excavated from decorative tombs...when
fully developed jaw-muscles crush auditory ossicles..
bystanders jump back at the site of your tonsils..
after the spear goes in the liver & out the nostrils..
the devils chef...i give rappers a taste of hell..
legendary recipe like the Tower of Babel..
beverages like smacking niggers under the hormonal spell of Threesome's Amstel..