Open mic... Er1 invited

[Z-DIGITAL]

------YOUNG BLACK & GIFTED---------------

I load the ink cartridge with elixir
the commander-in-chief say yes sir
the way I grip it tells you Im way slicker way sicker
dot the i's cross the t's way quicker
stand in my path, y'gon' need a well wisher
Listen, as I paint you this pitcure
Iam Clint Eastwood with the pen
the one I split wigs wit
in nine lines I could pen you a wig script
tip you into a long drop, land you in big shit
F'you think quick, can you out-think my wrist
the rate at which I flick it grip it & send 'em rippin
through the air, penetrate ya anatomy, begin shiftin
yo insides coz my 4.5 blow you out yo high
take yo spirit out you mind
let it dangle in the infinity of sulphure & fire
Iam the INKPEN KINGPIN my wrists-will never retire
Not even if judges pick Swiss Beats over the ma**iah (NO BEEF)
f*** being the light, Im the new light fitting, including the switch
f*** it Ima tell it straight, that niggaz a bitch
Now count 10 lines back, follow 4 under that, tell me I aint sick


--------------------The microphone bully--------------------

[motley]

Disllusioned seen the demise of dangerous delusions
The bliss of promise has swiftly gone amiss
Tragic reality surfaces join the ma**es
behind the great walls of scarce jobs
Bourgeousie cla** just picks and choose
While we flung ourselves in desperate need of the food

[1kind]

nice...motley... 

hehehehehe... it's one kinda muda fuca nuccah

The sound i spit is never counterfeit, so I'm proud of it.
It's unique, sometimes too deep..so i drown a bit.
I stay fly even when I'm down, like a trouser zip.
Punchlines come in numbers like an abacus. You can count on it..
Ahead of the heads so my head needs a crown on it
made of thorns will suffice for this sacrifice.I'm bound to it.
I'm Mohamed, hip hop came to me like the mountain did
Spend my days decoding messages from Cannibal Ox. I found the scripts.
But this game can weigh you down from the inside..like a pound of shit
But you can't get yourself to quit when it come down to it..
But latitude determines attitude..so i light a thousand spliffs
and stay high above the rest. I won't come down like the towers did...

[Nar8iv]

kleurling lirieke kommentaar oor Common.


Ek's bekommerd oor Common.
Common sense is weg.
eers 'n koel komkommer -
nou net plein kommon.
eers fluks met liriese bomme
woorde , kleurvol soos blomme.
nou issit dieselfde rympies van hommers.
universal gedagte beheer is sommer
net oor holle in rompe.
tewe in klompe
jy's ma net in rome
and doen soes die anne romans.
hoe hy hulle wil vas klou in pompe.
jissis jou skills is nou lomp.
de , hou vir die simpel tieners.
musiek uitgemaal uit masjiene.
jy was eers gesiene.
waar's die murg in jou bene?
ek het mense afgestry oor hoe die kennis van jou tong afgly.
nou moet ek maar my bekhou en stil bly.
as ek jou album sien loop ek maar verby.
jy was eers 'n hero van my.
stoot nou jou offering na die sy.
jy is maar net net soes all ie anne
met goud ommie tanne.
klein laaities wat voorgee hulle's manne
release weere concious album janne!

in other words.give me my pre - "universal mind control Common" back.

[tebzartlad!]

But this game can weigh you down from the inside..like a pound of shit

...DOPENESS!

ill pattern onek1nd...' can jus' hear the flow already, mayn!

respect.

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

ya my mense kopple nooit vi my n beerie
ma as die pay pakkie kom is ekkie genie
dan suip ek nie allen nie daai issie bra**e mos
net as ek a kroon het dan is ek mossie bos
ma mena wet ek slaat yo pet met n blind
gedagte n ag kom van agter naganie ek
kyk n blink ding n R5 laat die gt sing oppie mic
mal vannie ganja vlieg soes n kite wat flight
soner die tik is ek wat die paarty laat rik!

[Nar8iv]

doen jou ding money!

ya my mense kopple nooit vi my n beerie
ma as die pay pakkie kom is ekkie genie
dan suip ek nie allen nie daai issie bra**e mos
net as ek a kroon het dan is ek mossie bos

lol...truthful

[1kind]

baie dankie bra...

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

kyk ouens onekind or kindone....wie het die bettle gewen..praat bruza?ek will uitsiek die yaar ma met die engels mos..ek los die mengels vi cyphe..

[sbu]

For over 2 years I been on this site
but not only a few of my posts be insight
suddenly I feel like a Mugabe inside
since I've been taken over by the hip hop spirits
of forgotten lyricists
possessing me to give this hip hop bitch a shot
like a virgin nigga during a gang rape
I'm lost without a cause just like Lost Cause
but I know where I need to stick it
for this bitch be waiting for what's coming
as I'm already coming

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, lyrical orgasm right there

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

dont let my rusted screwdriver leap out the back pocket
destined to leave a hole bigger than a 13 socket lyrically
my gun i cock it and spit yellow flemmish stuff best believe
i dont bluff i play dirty when you play ruff sho nuff been
said that ill be dead still breathing you a baby in the game
still teething heres some tee gel get to the leaving streets aint fair
like ghd make nice witha hairremember me  in emergency im the spare you know
mos...

[Mad]

nice...motley... 

hehehehehe... it's one kinda muda fuca nuccah

The sound i spit is never counterfeit, so I'm proud of it.
It's unique, sometimes too deep..so i drown a bit.
I stay fly even when I'm down, like a trouser zip.
Punchlines come in numbers like an abacus. You can count on it..
Ahead of the heads so my head needs a crown on it
made of thorns will suffice for this sacrifice.I'm bound to it.
I'm Mohamed, hip hop came to me like the mountain did
Spend my days decoding messages from Cannibal Ox. I found the scripts.
But this game can weigh you down from the inside..like a pound of shit
But you can't get yourself to quit when it come down to it..
But latitude determines attitude..so i light a thousand spliffs
and stay high above the rest. I won't come down like the towers did...

this has got to be the sickest verse any agian has over posted........good work man

[Mad]

fabricate a american id just to kill obama/
blow the white house and  rob any inhabitant driving a hummer/
what i spit is real, but for listening it theres a bill/
once was a nazi captive, see signs of torture in me/
tears of sorrow, hurt like im watching a documentary of bruce lee/
i bust capsules on ur face dude/
when u expecting my aplogy i just say f*** you/
tell ur wify to get her a** in my house so she can get laid/
so i make it rain, n give her that illegal pill so she can eaze the pain/
f*** two hoe's simultaneously in da club n jack a dude of his hennessy/
call this shit 8 mile the movie, exept the fact that i dont rap for groupies/

[Mad]

a swagger on a houndrad billion trillion million/
f*** what ive just wrote, shit makes no sense like im schizofrenic/
ha ha, f*** the metaphors i got officer ross to back me up/
whos lives the kind of live that i live/who eats the food that i eat?/
u prolly guessing what i means/ or what i is, oh i see, u like me/
my shirt rite, my pants tite, my shades nice n checkout my nikey/
say this line slowly.....im fly kid, youz just a zombie, youz just monkey/
u concerned about the future? mad's concernd about that us money/
decided to stop being dope since money dropped a so called sick verse/
kid is puttin a lot of hard workin/ a single verse takes him hours typin it/ha ha
 ........

[TY-D-CPT-021-NKE]

oh mad is that you f***ing with me again
claiming fanstasy fame.... yo that shit is lame and
mundain.. money lyrically putting on the strain.. like
a school bag fulla books i run with 26zzz call em
crooks.. hardcore tattoed flesh like a grapphittied
wall... ill f*** you up alone f*** making a call bitch..
you hollering alota nothing no sense in verses no sense
when he converses.. basically a retard in a leotard and im
killing you free of charge