Open mic... Er1 invited

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

not sure must be AG...that verse was off the hill....

[WORDSMITH]

not sure must be AG...that verse was off the hill....

YEAH! you better say that again.

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

mmm...lol!sup sarc poppin yo side?

[1kind]

you know what it is...AG homies keeping it on the lock down...hehehehe, i'll be back soon. it's hard when you gotta hustle for internet access...

[Strangeluv a.K.a. GraY GrammaR]

I gotta a flow nastier
then rivers producing cholera
cause the painted pictures
of Hip Hop Propaganda
comercialist
Similar to pictures of
your white christ
way before Oprah turned white
I spit,slice, cut,chop,dice
Nice!?- Is never mentioned
I leave that shit to those
who help old folks on pention
saving your a** from me
will take divine intervention
Cause when Strangeluv speaks
see I don't kiss no cheeks
and AGers should know
sweat never tasted sweet
Cause I make tracks
with Sudam Huseins feet
up until the very last kick
Off-screen I can see
you going awww-shit
And that shows I'm serious
I shoot consciousnes
like Bob Marley catching bullets
And I'm stabbing these silly word-play cyphas
So Hot I'll melt your lighters
How the f*** you gonna get to your mouse clickers
But yet I remain cold to the touch
like the execution switch

              !!!BITCCHES!!!
Bad Habbits Continue

Send By Yours Truly
Terminally Ill



From Maca**ar with Luv

[who dat mime]

Ek is kraak jags.
Ek is die rede hoekom kinnes uit hulle nate bars.
Sekeres maak van hulself 'n oorlas.
Raak hoog saam al wat jy nodig het is gras.

Ek nooi al die Hip Hop Teeffies na my klein planetjie wat is M.A.R.S

[Strangeluv a.K.a. GraY GrammaR]

Ek is kraak jags.
Ek is die rede hoekom kinnes uit hulle nate bars.
Sekeres maak van hulself 'n oorlas.
Raak hoog saam al wat jy nodig het is gras.

Ek nooi al die Hip Hop Teeffies na my klein planetjie wat is M.A.R.S

is jy dan mannemarak?! of obama barack

[Z-DIGITAL]

---------------A PRODUCT OF SOCIETY-------------------

Still flier than a flock & fresher till the casket
Heat, I done packed it
The flow is been mastered
Reason, Ima product of soceity
a product of a lack of sobriety
a product with such a bright future, none coul' retire me
Im hotter than the suns epicentre who coul' fire me
I get it got it good coz Im straight out hood
I do what I gotta do including what I shouldn't
Dats why you aint never heard 'em say somebody shook him
Coz Im straight fire, I straight up cook 'em
My presence could fry scrambble or boil any womans overies
Theres nothing that could be pulled over me
I done did it all
Started out when I was small
Hustlin goons & gobblers, till I hustled 'em all
Then I moved up to other things, tired of switching small
Wanned to bag bigger so I started bumpin on Jigga
words gave me inspire, to think higher, Jiggaz my Nigga
So I put pen to pad and started doin it bigger
Grabbed the mic, thats when I turned into a killer
and when shit got hard, I got harder coz Ima never be a quiter
Copped gwop dropped gwop & copped me 'didas
Then more gwop then I moved to the Airs and the Filas
Turned from little monkey nigga to a straight up Gorrilla
Then I gotta a shorty, things got mad, then I got the bug
Then I fell inlove, I looked her in the eye & I told her shes the one
Aint seen her in months but we gon' go 50/50 on a son
It aint the life I choose but rather the life that choose me
& I got knocked a couple times but Im still on my feet
Still shootin those swooshes, shot clock wont buzz on me
Coz I keep my syntaxes razor sharp
Like my pencils been sharpened so when I flow I rip em apart
& Im past metaphors and meta-fives
Im gunning meta-eights and meta-nines
Every time I grab the mic they know to hide
Aint nobody could toe to toe with me, Im the better guy
Plus I got connections everywhere like wi-fi


---------------------Inkpen Kingpin------------------------

[GreenBat]

Pow wow gorilla traks warfarin mau mau
Mc's shud bow down accept their fate
N gt their heads str8 b4 they make their next mistake
Go chek da breathtakin scenes dat i ship 2 ur screens via satelite im showin u wat digital means
Maggot flesh magnanimous a hammerous fist
U'll neva knw 'til i show u wat damages is
At least my anthem's bck 2 random
Not black but handsom
Tøok a chance yo i dnt dance i hold rap 4 ransom any means i can
N i dnt trust da man so i watch 4 da scam
I got a plan big as broadband wit fortune in hand
I built da basis wit red brick mortar n sand
Now i tower ova all walls u tried 2 errect
Dnt worry i'll write rhymes u just sign da cheques?

[GreenBat]

Kalahari bakgat nee wat neef
J sal moet reguit jou uit kyk hy's heelwat skeef
Keer op keer alles word net weer herleef
Nou die ding is wat sal met jou mense gebeur waneer die gangsters jou huis by die venster omkeer?
Sal jou onteer j is nou ñ hond meneer
Sal jou lat treur daar by die tronk se deur
J was gesê van jou korrelkop wat gou gou klop
ên j weet nie ma j voel hulle hou jou dop
J sal moet vuis slaan ên kop skiet die manne kan skop
Vang ñ kan prop nou hoor j net hande gan op
Môre sê sonstraal leka geslaap?
Vadag maak ons ñ deurbraak weer tot laat
Wys my hy's in staat om ñ skeer te skaap
My genade lyk my hy't verkeerd gepraat
Maar hy's seepglad gevoelens hy word seer gemaak
Hy dra ñ veldskoen
Hoe't hy ñ meneer geraak?

[Z-DIGITAL]

--------------------THANKS TO MY SUPPORTERS-----------------------

Thanks to my fans
Thanks for the love
Thanks for the hugs
Yall showed me love, when I got shoved
under the carpet or like durt under shrubs
Yall are the reason why I keep doin' my thug
The reason why I bee keeping my buzz
& I never spit duds
coz every time Im thinkin, somebody gon' get stung
Down is what Im never gon' get run
Coz I have yall, Im never gon' get dumb
Coz yall helped me, Ima help yall get some
Thanks for the texts and for the calls
they helped me, when I was facin'-a-fall
So really part of my success, is owed to yall
Im on your shoulders, the reason I stand tall
& if ever you get in one, Digi back you brawl
Some say I should be more humble in my delivery
but its my delivery that delivered me
Do I make sense or is it me just feeling me
Coz the person who said it, believes Im thee epitome
Constructive critisism she belives in Zee
Thanks to you Ma, I got the spirit to go far
Sights set on being a supa nova f*** chillin with stars
I wanna chopper heli's while stars whip cars
Buy out the whole night spot while stars buy out bars
But thats not all Im in it for
I wanna strike a nerve & the reach the core
Wanna be a voice for unity & stopping wars
Theres more to life than credit cards and shopping malls
Yall kept me self driven, hope the chauffer doesnt stall
& I hope yall 'member my name when Im six feet & no more
and please dont judge me, the way yall did Cyborg
Like him I have a cause, that Im willin to die for
This is my life ,my decisions, my calls
Its a pitty the f*** ups is what we judged upon
So, to my fans enjoy it while Im here while it lasts
Coz when Im gone I'll be a thing of the past
enclosed in a history book or somewhere in a shoe box
Whatever you remember, rememer I was from the boondocks
A Bang-Bang graduate, school of the hard knocks
& I took it way back like Flinstones in Bedrock
But I did for more than just getting your head bopped
I did it for me, I did it for you
But most of all I did it for us
No joke for realla no bluff
before yall I was an artist but now I wan' be a arteest
Thanks for even reading this piece
Now Ima ponder a wave, jot a good bye & you coul' read peace !!



------------------------Z-DIGITAL---------------------------

[Z-DIGITAL]

----------------WHOS THE KING OF MASERU---------------

Theres a whole lotta kings
But which one reigns
Is it Core, T-Mecha, or Z to D-I
Coz each emcee handle his own B-I
& wanna be remembered like Daddy Kane and BI
Livin out our lives inbetween the ink
not really existing, when we cant think
Eyes peeled wide & cant afford to blink
Gotta stay afloat & cant afford to sink
Gotta be a king yo f*** bein' a prince
Make a whole album by expanding on a glimpse
Add a little flavour to the food when they think
& its not a easy task, when Wrecka & Mecha on ya a**
coz one weak flow get you taken in a Flash
So I gotta be Gordon
bringing light, to erry track
so if it aint benjamins its flows I gotta stack
but either way flows get exchanged for cash
adding words every day like its comprehension math
So whos the real King of this city
Who grabs the mic and gets illy
Who could make em bump like Weezy in A Millie
and who could better that like Jay-z wit A Billie
I wanna know, so I graft like billy goat
Every day Im posting a millie flows
Keepin competition on they skinny toes
T-Mecha and me gon' hit the studio
Gon' make a cla**ic like C U by Coolio
the rest could be Enrique, I could be Julio
I just wan' top the charts numero no uno
Flipin' mad lyrics like this was word judo


--------------------INKEP KINGPIN-------------------

[Z-DIGITAL]

----------------UNTITLED-----------------------------

Im really illy silly with a billie trillie flows
Go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Like its a boxing ring, groomin 'em like Don King
Call me J.R Tolken, Im the Lord of any ring
Gimmme a mic, & I aint afraid to say or spit on, anything
Coz Im flier than the wings on a tripple 7 boeing
you know exactly where Im going
My rhymes are explosive yet blow you like a prostitue
Im fly in jeans & sneakers or even, in a proper suit
You prolly wondering who the f***, Im talkin to
Coz the way I soak up flows up like wet mop
and you love it so illy, acapelas get yo head bopped
Wack emcees should do like intersections and just stop
Do like red robots and just stop
Do like emergency breaking and JUST STOP
and take a look at me, to notice HiP-hOP
Ima flow spillin killer with the rhymes when they drill ya
Foundations in the truth Ima f***en strong pillar
& I only represent whats realla, when writing for my niggaz
Ima rocket launcher, little niggaz hold little triggers
My persona is a monster, like Michael Jacks in thriller
Call me Edward, coz movements with my hands get you scissored
Or campare me to your banker coz, I allready got you figured
Now when I ask whos the realest, say my name or you are finished
With this flow thing Ima Menace like Dennis
Kicking flows back & forth like its tennis
Im stockin' em, poppin' em', shockin' em, coppin' em & parkin' em
Pens Im straight cockin' em, rhymes Im straight droppin' 'em
They hated me before but like a cyst I jus grow on 'em
Im a professional street reporter, yo live from the curb
I gotta a mixtape on the streets it aint sweet have you heard
Singles helped me run to the top like Obama
coz I was dropping more bombs than Osama
had the whole family dancin including gran mama
So if you tryina be hotter than me, you shouldn't bother
Next in line is nobody else but my little brother
Staying fresh in the dirt,coming live out the gutter
Kickin more flows than a whole season of soccer
Do it proper so one day he could he coul' prosper
When Im flowing Im growing soon I be blowin like boom
Nuken' like Doom, until then see ya soon

who you know in this city coul' get illy
& write more rhymes than digi........really
Coz Im outta this world like a alien can you feely
I juggle words like playing with dictionaries, Im so silly

------------------THE MICROPHONE BULLY @ HIS BEST---------------

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

----------------UNTITLED-----------------------------

Im really illy silly with a billie trillie flows
Go toe-to-toe, blow-for-blow
Like its a boxing ring, groomin 'em like Don King
Call me J.R Tolken, Im the Lord of any ring
Gimmme a mic, & I aint afraid to say or spit on, anything
Coz Im flier than the wings on a tripple 7 boeing
you know exactly where Im going
My rhymes are explosive yet blow you like a prostitue
Im fly in jeans & sneakers or even, in a proper suit
You prolly wondering who the f***, Im talkin to
Coz the way I soak up flows up like wet mop
and you love it so illy, acapelas get yo head bopped
Wack emcees should do like intersections and just stop
Do like red robots and just stop
Do like emergency breaking and JUST STOP
and take a look at me, to notice HiP-hOP
Ima flow spillin killer with the rhymes when they drill ya
Foundations in the truth Ima f***en strong pillar
& I only represent whats realla, when writing for my niggaz
Ima rocket launcher, little niggaz hold little triggers
My persona is a monster, like Michael Jacks in thriller
Call me Edward, coz movements with my hands get you scissored
Or campare me to your banker coz, I allready got you figured
Now when I ask whos the realest, say my name or you are finished
With this flow thing Ima Menace like Dennis
Kicking flows back & forth like its tennis
Im stockin' em, poppin' em', shockin' em, coppin' em & parkin' em
Pens Im straight cockin' em, rhymes Im straight droppin' 'em
They hated me before but like a cyst I jus grow on 'em
Im a professional street reporter, yo live from the curb
I gotta a mixtape on the streets it aint sweet have you heard
Singles helped me run to the top like Obama
coz I was dropping more bombs than Osama
had the whole family dancin including gran mama
So if you tryina be hotter than me, you shouldn't bother
Next in line is nobody else but my little brother
Staying fresh in the dirt,coming live out the gutter
Kickin more flows than a whole season of soccer
Do it proper so one day he could he coul' prosper
When Im flowing Im growing soon I be blowin like boom
Nuken' like Doom, until then see ya soon

who you know in this city coul' get illy
& write more rhymes than digi........really
Coz Im outta this world like a alien can you feely
I juggle words like playing with dictionaries, Im so silly

------------------THE MICROPHONE BULLY @ HIS BEST---------------

PROPS!

[who dat mime]

This is for all the hip hop daddies of da world.
My daddy was absent f*** him anyway.
Respect women & I will respect you.

[/b]




I rest my case.