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Try flowcharts, you get consoled when I write lines/
Only IT headz will get that first Rhyme/
Im the virus in your PC, The Trojan horse/
Here's a moment of loss, im a problem ofcouse/
Try rhymin with your mouth across your a** hole/
And that would be the first you get close to spittin shit/
Im slitting kids/
Dark tape your click to make sure you aint mimicking/
Im killin it/ Call the doctors, Paramedics and the Nurses/
I blast this/ Rap aint cool, so I burn it/
To move it close to your right ear, I pan It/
The Name is SARCASTI you better learn kid/
Force to lean you back with a bloody bandage/
I rampage/ Run through you hood like shit collectors in the 80's/
You's a baby/ ur lyrical content make me angry/
because you's a human and we live in the same planet/

Where've you been Digi?
"Hip Hip is Hip Hip, We quick to Judge,
But we aint quick enough to not be Judged"
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^^^

I been chillin' in the bi-zox
Out manuvering the gridlock
Pen to pad homey, livin out my hip-hop
Takin the hustle to the tree top
Keepin it fresher than a ziplock
Not wasting time by hearin it go tick tock
Dodging hot shells from big glocks

--------------------------------THE MICROPHONE BULLY-----------------------------

spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....


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^^^ nice wordplay dawg
I bring an end to the weak like the sun setting on sunday,I call my gun graffiti nigga see how my gun spray, you gona be da headline we see in the news, coz you starting to look like a white wall and ima put gaffiti on you...


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Aite man...
"Hip Hip is Hip Hip, We quick to Judge,
But we aint quick enough to not be Judged"
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Try flowcharts, you get consoled when I write lines/
Only IT headz will get that first Rhyme/
Im the virus in your PC, The Trojan horse/
Here's a moment of loss, im a problem ofcouse/
Try rhymin with your mouth across your a** hole/
And that would be the first you get close to spittin shit/
Im slitting kids/
Dark tape your click to make sure you aint mimicking/
Im killin it/ Call the doctors, Paramedics and the Nurses/
I blast this/ Rap aint cool, so I burn it/
To move it close to your right ear, I pan It/
The Name is SARCASTI you better learn kid/
Force to lean you back with a bloody bandage/
I rampage/ Run through you hood like shit collectors in the 80's/
You's a baby/ ur lyrical content make me angry/
because you's a human and we live in the same planet/

Where've you been Digi?


Niceness.
To test me you’ all have to weigh your dicks/
And create a heavy scene in pron flix/


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Theres a reason I could flow for miles
My flows are volotyl
Theres no out there with a sicker frame of mind
incomparably unique Im the on1kind
Sharpened mind, I coul' kill seven gents
wit punclines, deliver heavy blows with my seventh sense
I tell people I used to be wack, hows that for sarcasm
Coz the words I hurl been givin' every opponent a head spasm
I got attack tricks
that make niggaz crouch like Im holding slave whips
Back when I used to be a pimp I was loved by everbodies mom
& the reason is very simple, my dick is bigger than dot coms
Wasn't born in Sudan, but Im sick at dropping bombs

-------------------------INKPEN KINGPIN---------------------------------------

spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....


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Reasons why my lil' brother shoud do it

For SEX MURDER & MAYHEM romance of the streets//
Write it so drug dealers can romance on your beats//
So that when pimps hear it they have a reason to cheat//
And when boosters hear it they keep rich people on they feet//
Write it hard write real so Debra Patta could up you on 3rd degree//
dont stop writing untill jesus come back or blind niggaz can see//
Untill Asata can walk around and black people are really free//
Write it for mom write it for dad, f*** nigga write it for me//
Write it for no other reason than you just wanna bag a couple green//
Write coz you wanna be a menace to society//
Supporting anarchy & riots, fists in the air & f*** sobriety//
Write it clear so the Pope knows that we know that hes a hoe//
Do it with steez not to appease but do it with your best flow//
Do it with heart do it hard, till your words bring light or rhyme book beggins to glow//
Do it for niggaz who say holla or mapantsula who say eish jo//
Nigga if you still dont have a reason, just do it coz I say so//
Do it coz you can & deep down you think your the man//
Do it coz since you were born it was engraved in your dna//
Do it coz you were born a phynix & doin it sets your soul ablaze//
Dont stop ever, matter fact do it like it was never about getting paid//
Do it till Ronald Reagon and Mbeki tell the truth//
Till what your saying becomes verbal bread and soup//
Write it so when Im gone I wont have a reason to come back//
Write so that the world knows the truth about the 9/11 attacks//
Write like you tryina bring the 80's back//
Do it till they accept that the son of man was black//
Do it so Kobe will grow only wearing Fubu & Rocawear//
Do like your the remaining one, nigga take it THERE//
To a time when the population was 100% black//
To a time when Africa was at the centre of earths map//
Before the word freedom, before whips could crack//
Do it with no fear like traditional woman walking bare//
Write it to set the records straight & set shit clear//
Write it like you were ressurecting the dead like Paul Bear//
Write it for those who unwillingly sniff glue & spend they worth on the next beer//
Write it like its your last breath & after that you dont care//
Do it knowingly that your gonna get threats and death stares//
For all those times it wasn't your fault//
For the times you got caught & had to take the fall//
For all those who gave you they all//
For those who faught for you till they crawled//
For all those times you tried and failed//
For the times you were so close but had to bail//
For the times you felt on top but got sized down to scale//
Do it coz you know you want them to finish your all hail//

Cot damn Im out.....look NIGGA just do the shit ait


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« Last Edit: November 17, 2008, 12:39:07 PM by Z-DIGITAL »
spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....


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Reasons why my lil' brother shoud do it

For SEX MURDER & MAYHEM romance of the streets//
Write it so drug dealers can romance on your beats//
So that when pimps hear it they have a reason to cheat//
And when boosters hear it they keep rich people on they feet//
Write it hard write real so Debra Patta could up you on 3rd degree//
dont stop writing untill jesus come back or blind niggaz can see//
Untill Asata can walk around and black people are really free//
Write it for mom write it for dad, f*** nigga write it for me//
Write it for no other reason than you just wanna bag a couple green//
Write coz you wanna be a menace to society//
Supporting anarchy & riots, fists in the air & f*** sobriety//
Write it clear so the Pope knows that we know that hes a hoe//
Do it with steez not to appease but do it with your best flow//
Do it with heart do it hard, till your words bring light or rhyme book beggins to glow//
Do it for niggaz who say holla or mapantsula who say eish jo//
Nigga if you still dont have a reason, just do it coz I say so//
Do it coz you can & deep down you think your the man//
Do it coz since you were born it was engraved in your dna//
Do it coz you were born a phynix & doin it sets your soul ablaze//
Dont stop ever, matter fact do it like it was never about getting paid//
Do it till Ronald Reagon and Mbeki tell the truth//
Till what your saying becomes verbal bread and soup//
Write it so when Im gone I wont have a reason to come back//
Write so that the world knows the truth about the 9/11 attacks//
Write like you tryina bring the 80's back//
Do it till they accept that the son of man was black//
Do it so Kobe will grow only wearing Fubu & Rocawear//
Do like your the remaining one, nigga take it THERE//
To a time when the population was 100% black//
To a time when Africa was at the centre of earths map//
Before the word freedom, before whips could crack//
Do it with no fear like traditional woman walking bare//
Write it to set the records straight & set shit clear//
Write it like you were ressurecting the dead like Paul Bear//
Write it for those who unwillingly sniff glue & spend they worth on the next beer//
Write it like its your last breath & after that you dont care//
Do it knowingly that your gonna get threats and death stares//
For all those times it wasn't your fault//
For the times you got caught & had to take the fall//
For all those who gave you they all//
For those who faught for you till they crawled//
For all those times you tried and failed//
For the times you were so close but had to bail//
For the times you felt on top but got sized down to scale//
Do it coz you know you want them to finish your all hail//

Cot damn Im out.....look NIGGA just do the shit ait


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He Must Do the ish... Boy Do that. you hear?.... Do that!!!
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But we aint quick enough to not be Judged"
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Yo thanks to volatyl and oints for the props...

No doubt z digi mentioning all the peops that be holding it down on these netcee cyphers...  I'd love to work with ya'll cats....  :-[

Theres a reason I could flow for miles
My flows are volotyl
Theres no out there with a sicker frame of mind
incomparably unique Im the on1kind
Sharpened mind, I coul' kill seven gents
wit punclines, deliver heavy blows with my seventh sense
I tell people I used to be wack, hows that for sarcasm
Coz the words I hurl been givin' every opponent a head spasm
I got attack tricks
that make niggaz crouch like Im holding slave whips
Back when I used to be a pimp I was loved by everbodies mom
& the reason is very simple, my dick is bigger than dot coms
Wasn't born in Sudan, but Im sick at dropping bombs

-------------------------INKPEN KINGPIN---------------------------------------



That's what i'm talking about... ;)
I put Religion, Opression and Weakness underground and when i looked down i felt myself begin to GROW.

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THE REAL DIGI

This is not Jay-z, Lil' wayne or T.I
I been doin dirt since I was knee high
bringin more buzz to the streets than 10 bee hives
never seen eye to eye with no P.I
Know that y'see real, whenever you see me
& Ima keep it that way till I D-I-E
Reppin Pac, Dilla and B.I.G
Style no price indeed I free
Livin for every word up in the letter G
For the grands for the grams
the grind the grime
For the glocks the gwop
& nice STI's, with convertable roofs
So when po-po come, I spin out, like poof
Leave 'em lookin dumb go back with no proof
Spottin Adida' pea suit green suit
If it aint me, then who the f*** y'gone lean to
aint no shit y'could mention, I aint never been through
Im too real for radio, too black for, BET
& Im far too ghetto for BEE
Might match my size but walk my steeze ??
who you tryina kid, nigga please
I grew up in the bi-zox
outmenuvering the gridlock
wit' a pen to pad homey, livin out my hip-hop
keepin it fresher than a ziplock
wastin no time hearin', it go tick tock
Seen niggaz dodging, hot shells, from big glock
& I hate law enforcement, from street cop to beat cop
coz they always keep my feet hot
always threatinin to test me, as if I dont detox
& niggaz talk prison like its G-Unit or D-block
But wit repertoirs, more colorfull than a peacock
'nother reason Im real, I never sit down, coz my seats hot
When we roll,call it migration coz I, roll wit' the whole flock
Point A-B no breaks and no stops
Grew up in a place where'f they die you dont cry
No noise, no questions and no why's
Death before dishonour and no lies
only to the po-po, & I do with pride
Everydays a hustle its kill or be killed its a ride or die
& Ima stay this way till the day I fly
So when my enemies is testin me
all Im thinkin of, is my destiny
& I dope write mine in books I write mine in aestures
So think twice ,fore youz checkin me
coz I'll throw you in & let you see 'f you breath


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« Last Edit: November 18, 2008, 02:36:46 PM by Z-DIGITAL »
spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....


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i been packing grams/
turned the hood into a mini amsterdam/
blowed up, f*** it i roze up/
measure my feets/
i bet two socks can/
coz on the mic/
i dun killed more niggas than the ku klux klan/
so serious, im a hustler in these streets/
my knuckle buster proves im even better on these beats/
its a fact ask the nigga zee hyphen/
raw through the speakers/
coz mics i ripen/
even battle grounds i d-cyphen/
im a fiend for the magazine/
thats why when i blast/
the crowd moves shit even mizi hyping/
i ride for niggas thats true/
and none o yall can make realer beat/
better than candyman can do/
get it ryt its the season of the beast/
you in for a rude awaking/
and im about put that sweet music to sleep/





I bring an end to the weak like the sun setting on sunday,I call my gun graffiti nigga see how my gun spray, you gona be da headline we see in the news, coz you starting to look like a white wall and ima put gaffiti on you...


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i been packing grams/
turned the hood into a mini amsterdam/
blowed up, f*** it i roze up/
measure my feets/
i bet two socks can/
coz on the mic/
i dun killed more niggas than the ku klux klan/so serious, im a hustler in these streets/
my knuckle buster proves im even better on these beats/
its a fact ask the nigga zee hyphen/
raw through the speakers/
coz mics i ripen/
even battle grounds i d-cyphen/
im a fiend for the magazine/
thats why when i blast/
the crowd moves shit even mizi hyping/
i ride for niggas thats true/
and none o yall can make realer beat/
better than candyman can do/
get it ryt its the season of the beast/
you in for a rude awaking/
and im about put that sweet music to sleep/


Theres a reason I could flow for miles
My flows are volatyl


<<<<<<NO NEEED TO AX, I JUST PROVIDED THE FACTS>>>>>>>>>

spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....


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nah b, i think you shit twisted... ;D you z-digi
im talking bout someone else b, dat aint you playa
I bring an end to the weak like the sun setting on sunday,I call my gun graffiti nigga see how my gun spray, you gona be da headline we see in the news, coz you starting to look like a white wall and ima put gaffiti on you...


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Talk about a wet dream.................... ;D
spit flows so much you have to grow gills
Or you'll drown when my flows spill
Push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....


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Reasons why my lil' brother shoud do it

For SEX MURDER & MAYHEM romance of the streets//
Write it so drug dealers can romance on your beats//
So that when pimps hear it they have a reason to cheat//
And when boosters hear it they keep rich people on they feet//
Write it hard write real so Debra Patta could up you on 3rd degree//
dont stop writing untill jesus come back or blind niggaz can see//
Untill Asata can walk around and black people are really free//
Write it for mom write it for dad, f*** nigga write it for me//
Write it for no other reason than you just wanna bag a couple green//
Write coz you wanna be a menace to society//
Supporting anarchy & riots, fists in the air & f*** sobriety//
Write it clear so the Pope knows that we know that hes a hoe//
Do it with steez not to appease but do it with your best flow//
Do it with heart do it hard, till your words bring light or rhyme book beggins to glow//
Do it for niggaz who say holla or mapantsula who say eish jo//
Nigga if you still dont have a reason, just do it coz I say so//
Do it coz you can & deep down you think your the man//
Do it coz since you were born it was engraved in your dna//
Do it coz you were born a phynix & doin it sets your soul ablaze//
Dont stop ever, matter fact do it like it was never about getting paid//
Do it till Ronald Reagon and Mbeki tell the truth//
Till what your saying becomes verbal bread and soup//
Write it so when Im gone I wont have a reason to come back//
Write so that the world knows the truth about the 9/11 attacks//
Write like you tryina bring the 80's back//
Do it till they accept that the son of man was black//
Do it so Kobe will grow only wearing Fubu & Rocawear//
Do like your the remaining one, nigga take it THERE//
To a time when the population was 100% black//
To a time when Africa was at the centre of earths map//
Before the word freedom, before whips could crack//
Do it with no fear like traditional woman walking bare//
Write it to set the records straight & set shit clear//
Write it like you were ressurecting the dead like Paul Bear//
Write it for those who unwillingly sniff glue & spend they worth on the next beer//
Write it like its your last breath & after that you dont care//
Do it knowingly that your gonna get threats and death stares//
For all those times it wasn't your fault//
For the times you got caught & had to take the fall//
For all those who gave you they all//
For those who faught for you till they crawled//
For all those times you tried and failed//
For the times you were so close but had to bail//
For the times you felt on top but got sized down to scale//
Do it coz you know you want them to finish your all hail//

Cot damn Im out.....look NIGGA just do the shit ait


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reason enough, and i'll never stop. Big up.