Open mic... Er1 invited

[WORDSMITH]

Im feeling kinda low 2day and this came to mind, simple yet for me meaningful... enjoy...

Feel sick for 14 days you not ill you 2 weak/
Punch a hole in a hore and let a fool leak/
At full speed/ dues reached/ I prove to be U-nique/
Cats aint clean, they got dipped in blue bleach/
Who’s rich? I don’t care, im concerned with skill/
Descend to real/ and quit to obsess for real/
Money seem to be gold cos Mc’s are diggin em’selves/
Literal soul selling for the of the sake wealth/


SHOUT OUT TO SARCASTIC... LOL... 

Holla back gal...

SHHHh!!!... BLOEM HIP HOP.....

[Z-DIGITAL]

Im feeling kinda low 2day and this came to mind, simple yet for me meaningful... enjoy...

Feel sick for 14 days you not ill you 2 weak/
Punch a hole in a hore and let a fool leak/
At full speed/ dues reached/ I prove to be U-nique/
Cats aint clean, they got dipped in blue bleach/
Who’s rich? I don’t care, im concerned with skill/
Descend to real/ and quit to obsess for real/
Money seem to be gold cos Mc’s are diggin em’selves/
Literal soul selling for the of the sake wealth/

SHOUT OUT TO SARCASTIC... LOL... 

Holla back gal...
SHHHh!!!... BLOEM HIP HOP.....

WAIT 7-SENSE is you a bloem girl ??

[WORDSMITH]

Im feeling kinda low 2day and this came to mind, simple yet for me meaningful... enjoy...

Feel sick for 14 days you not ill you 2 weak/
Punch a hole in a hore and let a fool leak/
At full speed/ dues reached/ I prove to be U-nique/
Cats aint clean, they got dipped in blue bleach/
Who’s rich? I don’t care, im concerned with skill/
Descend to real/ and quit to obsess for real/
Money seem to be gold cos Mc’s are diggin em’selves/
Literal soul selling for the of the sake wealth/

SHOUT OUT TO SARCASTIC... LOL... 

Holla back gal...
SHHHh!!!... BLOEM HIP HOP.....

WAIT 7-SENSE is you a bloem girl ??

YEAH SHE IS DAWG... WHY? YOU SUMWHERE AOUND?

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

Lesotho^^^^

[WORDSMITH]

Lesotho^^^^

That's why.... Lesotho cats can rip a nigga into pieces LIKE NOW!!!...

[Strangeluv a.K.a. GraY GrammaR]

I'm just a dope S.O.B.
Showing how ill I is
having periods
and modeling lingerie
but getting props on A.G.
don't mean shit
like inmates getting their doctrate
And Thats Why I don't get
called nice
cause i'm from the dark side of the cyph
way beyond the dimensions
of evil and good
like dudes
selling a 3rd world countries food
but don't get me wrong
they never mention the names
of people like Jason Bourne
So f*** the play on words
I'd rather use it
Just for pissing of Gods
But lately seems like
they don't wanna talk
I guess it's miscommunication
like Encounters of the 7th
But they know Strangeluv don't go
into submission
so I use sounds for escapism
but travelling at
soundspeed
is kinda diffidcult
when youre travelling in my
dirty-a** spaceship

[Z-DIGITAL]

These voices in my head got me willy nilly
I dunno even know if Im still illy
If I still got the proba-billy
To work on stacking that milly
& I know half the industry dont feel me
Coz I cant be someone else I can only be me
Press pause on emotion and let you see
Life for what it is not what they want you to see
This is more than just another note you'll, C
Its pictorial music, a vision in slow-motion
I shout role play and add more emotion
Make you feel what I write, connect feeling to notion
And my delivery is crisp coz Im so well spoken
Concider this another pause or symbolic token
Of my abilities to breath on mics & let the frames be re-awoken
Like recacitating dead people Im giving mine life
But I guess I always have & thats what makes em so real
I know mine have that ability to make you feel
Raw emotion, like tears running down a face
When a man descovers the body of his wife & immediatly feels outta place
When he kneels over and starts to shake and his heart begins to pace
Mind and body beggin to fill up with rage and utmost hate
The very emotion you feel. Is the music I wanna create
But Im now Im stuck in a debate
Coz I can pen all this shit down but who the f*** is gonna relate
Coz the depth of mine makes people over-contemplate

These are the voices in my head.

-------------------------------------THE IMAGECHEF----------------------------------

[WORDSMITH]

Dawg can i please use it...... TA in advance


These are the voices in my head
They keep shouting, "knock the dead"
Tear them to pieces and then feed us bread
I wonder why would they stick to me a repellent germ
Thats when i found out that you are what you keep
and if you are you keep, it means you are what eat
Don't be ignorant and listen to yourself when you speak
Don't star in your sleep cos you might run far from your peak
Its not supanatural but you will get far if you reach
and listen deep,
the voices in my head might be heared by you
Read between the lines and pave your truth
A vocal booth is my mansion belive me its true
My background you'd hate to knw about it its cluel
I wish I had more bars but my time is doomed

[Z-DIGITAL]

MY DREAM

My dream is to write the deepest shit ALIVE
so they coul' play it the day I die
Reminisce on it when they cry good-bey
Casket dippin as I fly to the sky
Re-play it till they tears run dry
Then play it again askin why
So from here on out Ima try & try
To write that perfect song, my dream good-bey
But I wonder if yall'll call me the bad or good guy
I write this knowing that I shoulda died but didn't
and what shoulda been just isn't
& now my next aim is to make that killing
knowing that Im I been forgiven
& that I got a second chance in livin'
With the weight on my shoulders Im still willin
to carry on carry strong Im so self driven
I done lost so many things to this music industry shit
But I made my bed & I guess this is it.............
My time was well invested
Now my souls well rested
The biggest issue in my life & I sleep having addressed it
without having been pressured
And I never let the scabs or scars go septic
Never let the worriers get hectic
Hardly ever threw fits like an epilleptic
& if I didn't know the whole story I never said shit
Never ever let one of my dogs feel neglected
But some of it was in vain coz niggaz still the same
shit hits the fan and niggaz start to blame
Thats why I went silent and switched lanes
Truthfully Im the only nigga I should be impressed with
Coz I only understand my pain when I let rip
So from here on out, this is what Im about
Keep it simple & truthfull till that day Im out
& I dont give a shit if I go without any plaques to mount
Coz that shit aint what Im about
I hope this is the deepest shit I ever written
& nigros with weak flows will leave it unbitten

-------------------------------------PRESS PAUSE-------------------------------------

[7-Sense]

MY DREAM

My dream is to write the deepest shit ALIVE
so they coul' play it the day I die
Reminisce on it when they cry good-bey
Casket dippin as I fly to the sky
Re-play it till they tears run dry
Then play it again askin why
So from here on out Ima try & try
To write that perfect song, my dream good-bey
But I wonder if yall'll call me the bad or good guy
I write this knowing that I shoulda died but didn't
and what shoulda been just isn't
& now my next aim is to make that killing
knowing that Im I been forgiven
& that I got a second chance in livin'
With the weight on my shoulders Im still willin
to carry on carry strong Im so self driven
I done lost so many things to this music industry shit
But I made my bed & I guess this is it.............
My time was well invested
Now my souls well rested
The biggest issue in my life & I sleep having addressed it
without having been pressured
And I never let the scabs or scars go septic
Never let the worriers get hectic
Hardly ever threw fits like an epilleptic
& if I didn't know the whole story I never said shit
Never ever let one of my dogs feel neglected
But some of it was in vain coz niggaz still the same
shit hits the fan and niggaz start to blame
Thats why I went silent and switched lanes
Truthfully Im the only nigga I should be impressed with
Coz I only understand my pain when I let rip
So from here on out, this is what Im about
Keep it simple & truthfull till that day Im out
& I dont give a shit if I go without any plaques to mount
Coz that shit aint what Im about
I hope this is the deepest shit I ever written
& nigros with weak flows will leave it unbitten

-------------------------------------PRESS PAUSE-------------------------------------

MY DREAM

My dream is to write the deepest shit ALIVE
so they coul' play it the day I die
Reminisce on it when they cry good-bey
Casket dippin as I fly to the sky
Re-play it till they tears run dry
Then play it again askin why
So from here on out Ima try & try
To write that perfect song, my dream good-bey
But I wonder if yall'll call me the bad or good guy
I write this knowing that I shoulda died but didn't
and what shoulda been just isn't
& now my next aim is to make that killing
knowing that Im I been forgiven
& that I got a second chance in livin'
With the weight on my shoulders Im still willin
to carry on carry strong Im so self driven
I done lost so many things to this music industry shit
But I made my bed & I guess this is it.............
My time was well invested
Now my souls well rested
The biggest issue in my life & I sleep having addressed it
without having been pressured
And I never let the scabs or scars go septic
Never let the worriers get hectic
Hardly ever threw fits like an epilleptic
& if I didn't know the whole story I never said shit
Never ever let one of my dogs feel neglected
But some of it was in vain coz niggaz still the same
shit hits the fan and niggaz start to blame
Thats why I went silent and switched lanes
Truthfully Im the only nigga I should be impressed with
Coz I only understand my pain when I let rip
So from here on out, this is what Im about
Keep it simple & truthfull till that day Im out
& I dont give a shit if I go without any plaques to mount
Coz that shit aint what Im about
I hope this is the deepest shit I ever written
& nigros with weak flows will leave it unbitten

-------------------------------------PRESS PAUSE-------------------------------------

Sweet, on sum WHEN UM GONE TIP.

[Intel Quotez]

This Boy!

ayt this an open mic freestyle//
skriptz at it again wit an ill trial//
why i don't i come to ur funeral?//
start making beat with a coffin so that i freestyle//

yeah picture me like u working with cam-coder//
my verses and "skriptz"(scripts) are typed with servers coder//
i'm the retard, like crazy man holding an axe in front of a mirror//
in ma eyez it ain't over even when u dead i bring an era//

with flows like a nile// i spark micz wit just a line//
that's a pun in reverse man//before replyin to this kid go rehearse man//
i got all senses plus 2(7-senses)//don't care u ma friend or the foe//
i'm killing this// like the beef when i'm grilling this//
newbie in a state of mind like designerz of puma//
i'm a soldier wit a balliton more that supporterz of zuma//

"truth untold", as this skill unfold//i spit dynamites and Gold//
behold new king on the throne// all the older wannabez about to b overthrown//
like a revolution, i bring solution//causing emceez to dissolve//
even if u were a poke'mon in rap u wouldn't evolve//i'm the sun in this game y'all gotta revolve//
what's ma name?// what a shame all these lame emceez still fussin//
u ain't hussling// u struggling to afford a single "vetkoek"//
y'all ugly geez u smile wit a sad look//i ain't scared of Mad,Crook//
or all the wannabez who be frontin'//Bloem is what i'm representin'//
i'm a marathon runner, y'all sprinter be pantin'// resentin ma skill, i take u bak to ur birth like i was resettin//
start repentin'// i will make u lose teeth like i was a dentist//

all honour to real katz that can't be killed by curiosity//
not talking about these "tailz" who be filled with simplicity//
i got TNT's bombz and all amunition// stand in ma path u guarranteed demolition//
battle wit is suicidal like slittin wrist//i'm worse than all problems and risks//
my saliva spits is able to penetrate brickz//wit a tongue like chain-saw on tree figs//

a big Hulla to all bloem Katz and Real "Headz",

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

Not bad mayng. Well done

[oints]

cats are spastic//
walking around tin roofs wrapped in plastic//
you disgust me, you and your flow serve to bore me//
bars are golden, kick moneky style like jet li//
San is a menace//
formed cliques with Dennis//
pulled teeth with denist//
pliers, walk on wires//
see the difference on the surface//
you and i opposite like king and servant//
you subservient, pitiful and miniscule//
rappers like you, get gobbled up//
by viking vocals with the sharp hats that saddle up//
going to war like its a past time//
well i guess its past you bed time//
peace, i had to bless you with a super rhyme.... 

[da kid x]

a pa**ed master at this word play, scriptin a new chapter/
lyk pink panthers iv seen more booty than hugh hefner/
so i spit fatness, put all em dieticians on U.I.F/
with rhyme patterns dat are destined to leave u graspin for breath/
da kid x/
spits facts/
on sick tracks/
lyk mind maps, i'm bout to give direction, show yal how to bust a brain flex/
you feel dat?
homie i make em bleed fast/
so none of em touchin my bars coz they suffer from heat rash/
i done married da cypher, ill show you where da streets at/
i done burried all rappers, show me where real emcee's at/
forget shinnin on beats, i teach em how to bling dat/
call me an S.A Mint rep coz im moulding da east "rand''/

[WORDSMITH]

a pa**ed master at this word play, scriptin a new chapter/
lyk pink panthers iv seen more booty than hugh hefner/
so i spit fatness, put all em dieticians on U.I.F/
with rhyme patterns dat are destined to leave u graspin for breath/
da kid x/
spits facts/
on sick tracks/
lyk mind maps, i'm bout to give direction, show yal how to bust a brain flex/
you feel dat?
homie i make em bleed fast/
so none of em touchin my bars coz they suffer from heat rash/
i done married da cypher, ill show you where da streets at/
i done burried all rappers, show me where real emcee's at/
forget shinnin on beats, i teach em how to bling dat/
call me an S.A Mint rep coz im moulding da east "rand''/

The flow's insane kid...
you surely know how to keep cats In refrain biz...
I rain hits... kill dudes and enslave chicks...
Its nice to know there flow analysts in here, not only plain heads//

Excuse the force