Open mic... Er1 invited

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

@Rob, just bcoz you denying the shit you said imma up the link to the thread i was talking about

http://www.africasgateway.com/forums/index.php?topic=21825.msg127576#msg127576

[rob_one]

@Rob, just bcoz you denying the shit you said imma up the link to the thread i was talking about

http://www.africasgateway.com/forums/index.php?topic=21825.msg127576#msg127576

And you called me out 'cos of that?

Weak.

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

Guy wat are you sayin? who said anything about callin anyone out??? im just showin you that contradicting yoself. i donno wat u on about.

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

Guy wat are you sayin? who said anything about callin anyone out??? im just showin you that contradicting yoself. i donno wat u on about.

[Volatyl]

Its open mic nite and erebody invited,
Ruthless the main attraction so all the chicks be delighted,
I hold down the fort for all the internet busters,
but still keeping it real for all those corner dealing huslters,
Neva sold no coke but i got that dope boy flow,
the underground went nuts when they heard Irving gone blow,
an AG exclusive for yall that dont know,
keep metaphors on a downlow I do this for the show,

Yall closet creeping bastards,
got yall dicks tied backwards,
Im the future of the south u just hating a** faggots,
Its that crack?
Nah pussy u that wack,
boy just admit... u cant rap,
leave it to the pros,
and stop sniffing omo up ur nose.........


IMMORTAL MEN IS COMING

Damn...

[Volatyl]

Im done after this theres no sequel,
your lyrics are dumb like playing i spy with blind people,
im lethal, with titles stackin,
and its Xmas everyday like i made a career out of rapping,
guns clappin, got sums adding,
your homo lyrics got the crowd laughing,
my lines are dope, like im sponsord by coke,
you just aiming at the wrong audience,
like telling a hobo a knock knock joke,
with desperate niggas behind u, best not drop the soap,
im deadly never scared to shoot at you niggas,
yall aint penetrating, im bulletproof to you niggas,
too much self praise, acknowledgin your own fake tactics,
yall just feeling yourselves like permanent stray jackets...

[Inca]

10 WEEKS

Iv been gone for 10 weeks...
10 weeks too long/ came bak strong/
10 weeks of ya'll all forlorn/ iv sworn/
Neva to bak down n maintain my wise/
10 weeks later n beef is stil on the rise/
Disreputable for their minimal qualitative/ subsequently quantitative/ 
Productivity levels with lack of dopeness/ some hopeless/ aloofness/
slow thot process pace/
1680 hours off AG n newbies on tha popularity race/
cats are 2 weak...(week)/
a fifth of my absence on AG, with mindz oblique/
That meanz my skill equals 2 mindz by 5 Mcee's, stil makes 10/
so hot, wen i spit the mic gets a sun tan/
equivalent to 3rd degree burns/
autopsy of an autonomy, its a matter for/
a parallelogram of juxtaposition and paradoxical toxic metaphores/
10 weeks of counter-inteligence, i giv a crash-courre in lyricism/
spearhead in yo ribcage triggers spiritism/
INCA is bak wit metaphorical kaos/
attention wen i spit, homie pay yos/
while u listen to wat a newbie say/
I unleash vocal ku-mi-tay/
came to extinguish issues neva dealt/
KOREAN, i stil rememb a how tingz wer befor i left/
amma lyricaly tie your ankle too tite wit a belt/
chop yo 5 toes off, only tha nex 2 minutes tha pain is neva felt/
5 x 2, if thats tha basic calculation of who's the true'es/
the u tel me wat 5 by 2 is/
 

[king daniel]

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

[motley]

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

Dope flow King Dan. Lemme write this on the spot.

I poked her eyes off
Then cut her vernomous tongue off
She screamed something similar to my wounds
I took an axe and began to chop her like wood
I felt a huge sense of relief
When I saw her detached limbs
I had removed her mask
No lipstick just the monstrous bitch she was
She lay comfortably in that pool of blood
She belonged there as I look into the past
She religiously used blood to wash
And would laugh in that altar
In a congregation her ego and friends comprised

[1kind]

Whattup Motley...

I can see your altar ego coming out... lol..

Murder dem son!!

[who dat mime]

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I'm a kallit from da southhhhhhh ya Cape Townians where u @!?[/color]

[who dat mime]

I love hip hop chicks dat love hip hop flicks.I love crunk 'cause I'm a hip hop monk!

[GreenBat]

I migrate wit wildebeast on African plains/
I might've changed but da stains of my pa**ion remains/
Deserves a full page "I heard u was fooled by my age"/
It's a new day but even so i'm glued to da stage/
I had to rotate my breaks just to make no mistakes/
I can stab or i can throw blades it's still my choice/
I get amped up cos Donnie neva kills da noize/
I'd be a peadophile if i have to feel u boys/
Now i'm nonchalant like my shit got done for fun/
Wit drum majorettes marching on parum pa pum/
They revolve their heads spun they come undone/
You beta run go get a gun u wanna get u some/
I'll make u go "Mr. Wendlle" on your mental zone/
I'll make u miss home on da strength of this alone/
I'll make u urinate softly by pissing foam/
When i was born i had a defromed wishing bone/
So it's no wonder that me limbs moan bitch & groan//

[who dat mime]

I'l be back soon

[Strangeluv a.K.a. GraY GrammaR]

More lethal
than your illest MC's mentality
A frank-einstein
A brutal Genius
knocks you out from under your God
with the capabilitiees
to Quantum Leap
Just to f*** with the future
like criminals breaking
in High Schools
Stealing computers
view this-
as a serious treat
towards your daily living
cause I'll crash
your world
like doing LIFE in prison
my aim is to strike
the pedestrians
in your next life
to take you captive
and start a 3rd Reich
After this- theyll
probably paint me white
My Cyph
Slice
into My & Self
completely opposite
that's why I don't need
Props
I'm my own oppo-nent

Send by Yurs truly


from Maca**ar with Luv