Open mic... Er1 invited

[WORDSMITH]

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?

[Z-DIGITAL]

^^^

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-----------------------------

[Volatyl]

^^^ nice wordplay dawg

[WORDSMITH]

Aite man...

[7-Sense]

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.

[Z-DIGITAL]

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---------------------------------------

[Z-DIGITAL]

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


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

[WORDSMITH]

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


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

He Must Do the ish... Boy Do that. you hear?.... Do that!!!

[1kind]

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...

[Z-DIGITAL]

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


----------------------------STREET REPORTER-------------------------










 

[Volatyl]

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/

[Z-DIGITAL]

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>>>>>>>>>

[Volatyl]

nah b, i think you shit twisted... you z-digi
im talking bout someone else b, dat aint you playa

[Z-DIGITAL]

Talk about a wet dream....................

[J-oNE/Pat-B-Rick]

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


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

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