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    South African HipHop Bible!

    What's up peeps, I wanna invite all SA mcees to help me compile a south african hiphop bible. This is how it will work, just drop ur own written verse into this thread, it doesn't have to be too long, 16 - 24 lines will do just fine. Cum on headz, lets show the rest of the world what SA underground is made of! Here's a few bars to start it off...

    Yo,

    Ur peak rhymes ain’t high enuff to amplify my magic

    Sniffin’ all ur weak lines just to satisfy my Habbit

    My flow is sicker then HIV menstrual cycles

    The way I bust u’d think its MIB’s actual rifles

    Makin’ ur infatuation with these so called mcees

    Start fluctuatin like them seas, petrol and fees

    Like semi colons I’m always calculating lines

    So fuck you moron there’s no way u emulating mines'

    I Be like Common when I’m stimulatin’ minds

    Helping immoral dumb fucks with some ethics

    Even Immortal can’t fuck with my Technique

    I’m leavin dead poets like Pac either frantic,

    Or quiet like dead silence on amplitudes

    Peep these multis dude and give some gratitude

    Coz they say attitude determines ur altitude

    That’s why I’m always on point like durbanite prostitutes
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      edited February 2006
      where my mcees & hiphop heads at? come on cats, lets keep this thread going, if not with verses then at least with feedback. here's my second verse to this bible...please take no offence from it, its just my opinions..

      This hip hop thread has had so many views, but no replies/

      SA hip hop heads have paid so many dues, yet no rewards/

      The country has lots of talent, but the media gives it no regards/

      Instead it’s busy helping wikids and selwyns to steal more awards/

      It’s outrageous what these commercial cats have done to our culture/

      They should get a maximum sentence, or else get fed to vultures/

      But true heads don’t despair, get ur Golden shovels and dig deep/

      Because it won’t be fair, if this beloved hip hop ship sinks deep/

      I can’t stand Skwatta Kamp’s plea to me to clap my empty hands/

      I’m crossing my fingers for our real Wu-Tang clan by twenty ten/

      It’s heaven, listening to Zubz’ heavy eight and Proverb’s track seven/

      There’s no better track at any state, that’s giving back to women/

      And why are all these whack cats like Pitch Black blowing stations up?

      It’s sad and disappointing, like the Bafana showing at the nations cup/

      I’ll stay raw and underground, like a miner on duty for De Beers/

      You wouldn’t brew me with ingredients SAB uses for the beers/
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      edited April 2006
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      niinii
      edited April 2006
      sick..sick..sick..thts all i can say..

      i think y'all real headz gotta drop on this one...fckin sick..

      a polio infested kid with measles and tuberculosis seating wif a broken arm can't be this ill...

      mad props..

      1
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      edited April 2006
      Sorry Habbit for not posting ealier......

      Loving ur idea

      my rhymes are basically like water seeds but grow on beats

      my rhymes are sweeter than trucks filled with cadbury sweets

      come see my rhyme books all over their crowded by bees

      dont even have a track on disc my rhymes are feared by beats

      the speakers freeze when i step on the mic to lace my hits

      if my rhymes were food id feed a million ethopian kids

      when i spit in public i know biters swallow my spits

      got tons of rhymes written on my duvets and sheets

      legs and feet even on my galfrends tits

      im a microphonic assassin and yeah dawg i rule the streets

      hip hop without me is like stadiums without pavilion seats

      or kasie slang ngathi u merchant ongenawo umentshisi

      word of advise mess with me i overheat

      im a rapaholic mc hip hop is purely my fix

      so fuck them bubble gum rappers KayGee aint riding their dicks

      so from this microphonic assassin im out much love and peace
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      edited April 2006
      Nii wrote:
      a polio infested kid with measles and tuberculosis seating wif a broken arm can't be this ill...

      mad props..
      :shock: Thanx man, that means a lot coming from u...

      KayGee wrote:
      dont even have a track on disc my rhymes are feared by beats
      if my rhymes were food id feed a million ethopian kids
      or kasie slang ngathi u merchant ongenawo umentshisi
      :shock:

      Now that's what I'm talkin' about...ONE Luv KayGee.. :D
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      niinii
      edited April 2006
      dont even have a track on disc my rhymes are feared by beats
      :shock: :shock: :shock: ...lol..

      omg...i feeling this thread...lemme see more drops..
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      edited April 2006
      Like fakes of Puma battlin' me only shows ur sense of humour/

      Even though u ill I'll still fuck you, call me Jacob Zuma/

      I'm never rhymeless, flow's like water when I bust frees/

      Durban's finest, I'm East bound like quarter past three/

      Feels like extacy when I swallow mcess with urgency/

      Bring all 911 of them, I'll treat them as an emergency/

      I'm neva selfish, go 'head & step to me if u have a death wish/

      Like a lousy gambler u'll easily get dealt with/

      I'm forever gunnin', my punches break jaws with timin'/

      Bet u like Stevie Wonder u never saw this comin'/

      Too many mcees claimin' hotness but can't even melt butter/

      Guess it's coldflames, from way back I jus' never felt biters/

      Flow's like current when I shock & leave u excited like electrons/

      Dirtier than seven whores yet still more Fabulous than desert storm/
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      edited April 2006
      I spit rhymes so pure/ this shit is divine/

      More like an angelic script with a purpose to heal/

      And some strength to kill/ for suckers who fake what’s real/

      Damaging these ills with metaphors that’s so crisp and real/

      Cos I’m butcher man/ and I slice dicks for fun with my rhymes/

      Mr Connoisseur still feeding you this rhyme like cabinet sauvignon

      Spit is raw like fresh meat ready to provide the feeding/

      Better get the feeling/ cos ma ish is kinda hard and thought modifying/

      And fuck glorification/ that commercial ish must get a solution/

      Niggers provide clarification/ let’s take a stand and write for a reason

      Free ‘em minds but, watch out for the cagin’ in act faking
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      edited April 2006
      Habbit u bringing shit spits on the table.SA cats where yu at?Beesting KayGee you doing great.need mo cats though coz i know SA is highly represented on this forum.keep going
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      edited April 2006
      this is an ill thread!!! props 2 all who have spat in this thread!!! deadly!!!

      my vocab goes further than mere words/ with lyrics that get mcs higher than the combined hieght of a 1000 birds/ and kill mcs with Sacrilegious rhymes like a hindu slaughtering numerous cattle herds/

      when i start flowing i never stop/ febuary the 30th is the only day i take a rest from hiphop/

      i take hiphop religiously and my rhymes are unheard of like a christian praying in mecca/ im so sick that i stand out like a leppa/ and i see through ur glass soul like cinderella/

      when i spit i leave dents/ and leave more holes in ur armour than a chicken mesh fence/ nonsense/ im neva outta practice cauz when im bored i battle my conscience/

      i burn down family trees/ and leave all there ancestors with burns of third degrees/

      now most mcs got no back bone cause i tear out spleens/ and spit my lyrics over the sound of their life support machines/
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      edited April 2006
      Habbit, my Kult Warship fellow veteran...let me bless you with something

      I dont breathe by design, I inhale by instinct of my region/

      depths of my origin are taken as breaths of oxygen/

      brandishing this omnipotent and exorbitant lyrical content/

      in militant format to punish incompetent rhythm combatants/

      using flouriscent syllables to magnificently spark arenas/

      my DJ's turntables shine exposing black witches upon hyenas/

      these congregated sinners all thirst for whats within us/

      I demonstrate my essence withholding my inner most feelings/

      like honour killings the bulk of MCs die coz they deserve it/

      I aint having it, I'd rather strip tease for a pevert/

      divine musician, wishing upon the star of David/

      downloading this sacred testament to read and save it/

      for the forthcoming seed, to use as his own currency/

      to purchase love thats guaranteed to keep hate in quarantine/

      this shadow's been cast from a silhouete mellanin/

      a trip thru my ligaments will testify I'm battle veteran/

      better pen clutching or a myke in my hand/

      for the simple reason that the blade of a sword might bend/

      when thrust into the conscience of an emcee/

      I hold the barrel, ink ready, lauch forward and squeeze 'till its empty/
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      edited April 2006
      [b]HABBIT :oops: DA CRAZIEST CHICK 2 HIT DA HIPHOP .... DATS ME BLK-IMMORTALITY, BRO, THERE INT AWORD 2 DISCOVER UR ILLNESS..... U MAKE ME FEEL WEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH........... U BLOODY GUUUUUUUUUUUD 4 UR OWN LYKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :oops: :wink: [/b]
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      edited April 2006
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      Im Quantum Luq'man...

      With the spirit of hiphop makin 90% of my mass

      Im hard on production,mybe you shud call me Guees

      I level da black and white like da board of chess

      I take mc's out of line like a smallsized underpant

      When they get irritated like sensitive skins when burnt

      I leave traces like acid goin thru fibres

      Exchangin chicks that are full of shit like diepers

      Im longin for perfection,coz its seekin for me

      when days are dark,hiphop glows in me

      I strip an mc's soul and leave him invisible
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      edited April 2006
      nice 1 quantum!!!
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      edited April 2006
      Guess who up on dis black planet

      De only mrepa who trits an mc like a papet

      No need 2 be loud

      Coz I'm even more popular than Castle loud

      Coz I'm a African

      So who needs a politician
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      edited April 2006
      Kast1, are you talkin to me?
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      edited April 2006
      If hiphop was a disease affectin your immune system,

      You'd be stronger than me..
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      edited April 2006
      [quote name="theme elohim"]Habbit, my Kult Warship fellow veteran...let me bless you with something

      I dont breathe by design, I inhale by instinct of my region/

      depths of my origin are taken as breaths of oxygen/

      brandishing this omnipotent and exorbitant lyrical content/

      in militant format to punish incompetent rhythm combatants/


      using flouriscent syllables to magnificently spark arenas/

      my DJ's turntables shine exposing black witches upon hyenas/

      these congregated sinners all thirst for whats within us/

      I demonstrate my essence withholding my inner most feelings/

      like honour killings the bulk of MCs die coz they deserve it/

      I aint having it, I'd rather strip tease for a pevert/


      divine musician, wishing upon the star of David/

      downloading this sacred testament to read and save it/

      for the forthcoming seed, to use as his own currency/

      to purchase love thats guaranteed to keep hate in quarantine/

      this shadow's been cast from a silhouete mellanin/

      a trip thru my ligaments will testify I'm battle veteran/

      better pen clutching or a myke in my hand/


      for the simple reason that the blade of a sword might bend/

      when thrust into the conscience of an emcee/

      I hold the barrel, ink ready, lauch forward and squeeze 'till its empty/[/quote]

      Yo Theme, I'm lost for words man, thanx for blessing this thread with ur verse... :D

      Kast, Beesting & KayGee mad props to y'all..let's keep reppin'
      HABBIT DA CRAZIEST CHICK 2 HIT DA HIPHOP .... DATS ME BLK-IMMORTALITY, BRO, THERE INT AWORD 2 DISCOVER UR ILLNESS..... U MAKE ME FEEL WEAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH........... U BLOODY GUUUUUUUUUUUD 4 UR OWN LYKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :wink:
      :shock: BLK-IMMORTALITY, thanx for the props sis :wink:

      peace out :arrow:
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      edited April 2006
      I shine eternally coz I'm a black star,

      I mend broken flows from very far,

      Distances that are prportional to my

      Elastic IQ expanding to infite sizes,

      Forever binding words and trying to find sense

      Miopic views,I draw them closer and leave them dense

      We would all be fly if it wasnt for gravity

      Mental bulgies pulling us down,so i search for mental vitility,

      I listen to some mcs reasoning paralogically,

      Then my thoughts get shaped to fit the system systematically,

      Downlaoding them to match the substraight,

      Which is hiphop an' in my life it came late,

      But coz I'm giant strider,i'm there now,

      My words will be piercing thru scalps like bullets in Iraq,

      hiphop makes me glow when its dark,

      Constantly bombarding geiger counters with black rays,

      I got a verbal sword that slays

      Brainwashed heads and give rise to true heads,

      I'm not underground,I'm undersea an' precious like pearls,

      Untouchable coz I'm only found inside shells,

      I dispaly my dangerousness like poison inside shelves,

      Then I kill mcs who lie to themselves,

      And send them to hell antactica,

      Where they will freeze and die cold,

      Wack mcs are like hair flakes thats why I'm bold :|
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      edited April 2006
      quantm wrote
      We would all be fly if it wasnt for gravity

      that is one ill line!!!!

      !P!E!A!C!E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1
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      edited April 2006
      Quantum wrote:
      We would all be fly if it wasnt for gravity

      Mental bulgies pulling us down,so i search for mental vitility
      My words will be piercing thru scalps like bullets in Iraq,

      hiphop makes me glow when its dark
      I got a verbal sword that slays

      Brainwashed heads and give rise to true heads
      :shock: :!: word is bond :!:
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      edited April 2006
      Quantum and Theme tight spits.i aint got shit to say that was tight
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      edited April 2006
      Rhymetodie straight from C.A.P.E on lock plus I keep it extreme like mountain climbing

      I guess ya all gonna let me in am sure to bring nothing but sunshine in this Mzantsi bible

      There aint no need for me to fake around coz like DSTV I’ve got so much more of this

      Am well known to preach thru ma raps behind pulpits like ma name was Roger Mortis

      Am schoolin pupils in ma Sunday school am black still I don’t sink like a hunplay pool

      NdiyiStill African proud young back-fly-cute am blazin hot plus am cheerful

      17/07/the year hidden by force was the day i came out of heaven from a lil bitch

      Didn’t have no knowledge only to enter into hell, i didn’t even have a clue that i existed

      R2D I grew up gifted with a religion that made all my decisions so specific

      I don’t approve of ya mythological predictions my chronology is fiction

      If you step on ma toes I accept all apologies as im also askin for forgiveness
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      edited April 2006
      Much respect to Habbit for starting the thread. and the spits are overboard. much luv cats

      let me try and share a couple myself


      I frequently/ get on the mic buzzing like a busy bee/

      spitting freely/ lyrics that guide you through this odyssey/

      angelic like a god you see/ spiritually inclined for the whole world to see/

      Ill-z/ is the latest of these greatest emcees/

      reverberate through these fallacies/

      cast through galaxies/ to emancipate these casualties/

      fallen to false supremacy/ pretence, human hypocrisy/

      arm them with weaponry lyrically...to defend themselves against the enemy verbally/

      learn to be/ strong independently/ this is the first you heard of me/

      this is the verse you’ll have first heard and given praise to me/

      one thing you need to realise is that...

      I’m the emcee that half of these blacks in most of these raps pretend to be/

      and don’t be missing/ I’m not dissing/ that’d be a contradiction to this mission/

      I envision/ a state of hiphop where kafirs would just listen/

      be true on core flipping/ pen in hand and start dipping/

      reality spitting/ thus an omission of this ass kissing/

      my last wish and....my only one in reality/

      I’m no underground emcee, just a matter of clarity/

      we need to come in and take over this industry/

      no need to be militant like a military infantry/
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      edited April 2006
      lets settle this...I don’t have a problem with bling/

      and it’s okay if you rap and occasionally sing/

      back to the bling which is not a problem it’s the vanity/

      humility is a virtue keeps you in touch with sanity/

      I’m educating/ emcees with this sacred verbatim/

      secretly Satan/ is playing/ with the minds of unwary laymen/

      keep them lame and/...facing a rep// tasting the step// chasing the state of whack//

      I’m painting a picture on the wall like a caveman/

      you better realize, open your eyes, notice the vision/

      we in a transition/ using their medium and their transmission/

      infiltration of these airwaves so we control television/

      redirect humanity to the point where we can begin living/

      cause we dead.... we like walking zombies/

      filthy minds and wicked hearts thrown in healthy bodies/

      if you were half as tight you wouldn’t be going to parties/

      you’d be forever scripting thinking you godly/

      ha ha.. just some metaphorical humour relief/

      but this is real not just some messed up belief/

      basically the winds of change are blowing I just put it divine/

      you just a tourist in this journey through my mind
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      edited April 2006
      illzard
      learn to be/ strong independently/ this is the first you heard of me/

      this is the verse you’ll have first heard and given praise to me/

      one thing you need to realise is that...

      I’m the emcee that half of these blacks in most of these raps pretend to be/
      Word...'n who said newbies can't spit :?: wlcome to AHH dawg, I hope to see more verses from ya...ONE

      This is my 100th post, so I thought I'd just spit sumthin'....

      This thread's now generatin' mo interest than Tyra Banks/

      All mcees who've spat so far, kindly receive my thanks/

      SA unified, we foreva dignified 'n our spirit's neva coolin'/

      Underground still rulin', like Biko our scripts foreva schoolin'/

      Stomp fakes with tight spits 'n leave 'em droolin' like porn flicks/

      It's no myth, whack cats we break fast 'n chew 'em like corn flakes/

      Even tho we won't sell records, let's brake 'em like our cricket team/

      Neva mind cats livin' it up coz spittin' raw's still their wicked dream/
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      edited April 2006
      I write rhymes to free minds/ I flee mines that wipe minds/

      in this time what’s detrimental is the brainwash in the mental of mankind/

      in the temple of dope rhyme/

      let me section/ this affection/ anger’ll lead to affliction/

      obsession/ is addiction/ I keep wishing/ you’d say that it’s fiction/

      majority’s part of a faction/ that propaganda say's democratic election/

      victims of the terrorism say it’s unethical eviction/ out of their own countries//

      with verbal deception/ you welcome the enemy with warm reception/

      they smart enough to alter and change your own perception/

      the deadly infection/ is a huge virus...but you don’t stop to question/

      they tell you being poor all your life is a heavenly blessing/

      that’s the fundamental essence/ of any white on black lesson/

      teach you the question/ to the answer but vice-a-versa you forever guessing/

      swirl your wrist, clench your fist you got the cause to be a rebel/

      knees sky bound gravity acts, reactions of feet cause fear in the eyes of the devil/

      cause a social confusion using revolution as the only solution/

      the authority’s losing and those trapped between are forced to be choosing
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      edited April 2006
      [quote name="Illzard"]

      basically the winds of change are blowing I just put it divine/

      you just a tourist in this journey through my mind[/quote]

      :shock:

      Ill spit,not jus' this 1,i cudn't quote da other 1s.

      Mzansi 4 shizi... :!:
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      edited April 2006
      Habbit, Quantum... much luv cat's. let's keep it flyin...holla
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      edited April 2006
      So who’s using/ who’s abusing/ who’s consequently accusing/

      who’s got the world unfortunately caught in an illusion/

      diffusing/ refusing/ organising a fusion to escape this illusion/

      the resources are available we ought to be using/

      who am I/ what am I/ doing in this world why/

      am I/ writing rhymes/ waiting for time to die/

      this place is stuffy, I can't even breathe a free breath/

      I’m killing time in other words I’m orchestrating chronology's death/

      my psychology's left/ I’m questioning every person’s mental stability/

      they say they testing the same people’s mental ability/

      it's become a mental facility// or a daytime mental institution/

      the ultimate goal being detrimental redistribution/

      into society, they hope to create an unnoticeable fusion/

      between their creations and other people so they're consciously confusing/

      they're constantly abusing// and uncongenially they killing us/

      but their disguise is our demise their material is thrilling us
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