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[Nur]

stay calm.. keep ur seat belts on/ i aint nigerian but i am tryna unleash a bomb/
it aint fatal.. its wen ur dreams are born/ spittin so hard sometimes i think ma teeth are gone/
am runnin this shit yet theres no shoes on ma feet at all/
u may not see me, but i kno u feel the heat involved/
the african son, yea a play with words is wat ma speech will cause/ see me soar/
above all the greed n all/ see me shinning like i used a whole bunch o grease n oil/
we got stabbed in da back, now watch me heal da sores/
as i stab them face to face so the can see the war/ rior/ in this griot/
we shine the the brightest not with all diamonds da we got/ its our heart, our resilience/
is jus brilliant/ our warmth is in our villages/ but b4 i get carried away let me finish dis/
da sickest spit/ in-credible lyricist/ beat yall upside da head with ma barz/ n come claim ma place up in AHH/

[41Trippa]

son .. smack!! I reach in ya grill an' snatch tha g's and l's off ya tongue
leave ya '*asping for air and screamin' from tha top of ya *un*s

[Nur]

i need i drum beater/ for ma speech to be recieved by da sun ceasar/ i left a mark, and i aint done either/
yall cant see it, yall standing to close to the junk eaters/ u need to stand back and pan out like young peter/
da slums teacher/ some o yall need a hand like some greeter/ old geezers and young fools/
come through n listen up to kung fu/ killer rhymes being kicked out by ma gums shoes/ ma fingers hum tunes/ from the scribble of ma writtens harnessed from the monsoon/ more screws loose, but i havent lost ma noodles/ cuz i stay ramen/ sending shots to ur face n i dont even bartend/ i'm a jedi but in ma hands are darth pen/
an archive of darkside written in ma pads den/ ma rhymes are sky high like i live in a ganja garden/
barz infinit i should become jail builder/ ma manes bigger/ untamed killer/
cage ripper so i'm free to chase dinner/ma claws are metaphors, ma canines are great rhymes... rain spitter/ watch ma raise da bar like and olympic weight lifter/ the better folks? Many/ ma shit is telescope ready/
one best, one king... like i made to the other side of the checkers board 'ready/

[41Trippa]

Nur ... you know this is some tight flow, right?!!

[Nur]

preciate that man... ama try n keep em coming

[Nur]

hiz instantly wrecking/ all the things that'll test him/ straight swish no rim in this sentence/
theres no chink in this brethren/ hiz a terror-wrist with his pen hand/
no suicide, ma dross is dry, yea, no liquid is in them/..not a bomb? is it an invincible weapon!/
Guilty as charged/ feel the barrage/ of the filthiest barz/ wrapped in the silkiest scarves/
u cant tell ma words and motion pictures apart/ n its out of this world like I’m filming in mars/
The simple is scrapped/ the complex is compressed and built in ma heart/
I’m sharp headed like da kid in the Simpsons called bart/ or the fatal end of an arrow/
yall stay point less wit ur barz flow/ I tried to show u what the point b, like where cars go/
but yall jus rappin huh?/ you don’t get the point like a broken pencil sharpener/ it is larger dan/
a few words, looking cool with dark glasses and/ rhyming words together to sound like the stars in Am/ Erica,
this is hiphop, their ears are shut/ this is the key, let them hear of us/
then their eyes’ll see and tears’ll drop/ its hard to stare at your sins, but we’ll force them to stare at us/
build trust to break us up/ the only thrusting will be the spears we clutch/
make so no one will eva dare to touch wats dear to us/
make fun of our traditions, take our cultures and smear it up/
be proud of where you’re from, only us can take care of us/

[Kizito]

Nur.. thats crazy man. (read the 1st one only) mad props.

advice though... get in the battle forum.. u get more props.. and you grow more.

honour

Kiz

[Nur]

thanx for checkin it out kiz... theres a whole lot to read on here man, checkin out all the forums n write wen i'm inspired by something, checked out the battle forum and theres some sik cats in there

[Nur]

The Man in The Tux
Part 1

Da bullets were raining see/ I kept shootin em aimlessly/
I dint care if I got hit or maimed u see/
cuz ma bride to be was slain indeed/ she waz harmless… an angel seed/
ma name-waz-deep in da hood, but I dint become great until da strength of a woman came to me/
I gave half of me to her, n filled da void wit half of her in me to cause da change in me/ dat made it we/
da woman who believed in me, dat woman who made sure ma sanity stayed in me/ is dead…
her last breath has brought bak da pain in me/ da anti-virus for wat tainted me/ is dead…
n it creeps bak in ma blood as da purity drowns leaving ma veins besieged/
yet da only person to blame is me/ wit dat thought, da rage increased/ 'murder, kill!!'
"No!!! its da fault of those whoz bodies lye cold by dis heinous heat”/
da frozen corpses from da flames I squeeze/
I bust dem to dust still in da tux ma mother made for me/ murder, kill!!!

[Nur]

The Man in the Tux
Part 2

“head shots, make dem drop, left chest, not reckless, fuk it just make dem bleed/
make dem feel an ounce of da pain in me/
streets lookin like a canvas, n I da artist wit only one colour for dis painting piece/
I converse wit ma self, all I wanna do is drain their lifes, so I reload everytime I drain ma steel/
“u got an open shot on ur far right take it me/
go ahead slugs, go fetch souls wit head shots, refrain from refraining. Squeeze/
stop crying dawg wipe ur eyes don’t smudge da frame to see/
make sure da loss of sight in ur peripheral is minimal make sure your vision is plain for me”/
I haven’t even taken proper cover, dint give a fuk, I don’t even kno where I got hit/
All I kno is a number of heated kids baked ma flesh and couple o ma nerves where busted/ but I just clutched it/
both ma gat n ma life… not ma mind though, she took it wit her cuz it waz clear dat I’d lost it/

[Kizito]

he he.. keep going!

[Nur]

The Man In The Tux
Part 3

but did I really? All I kno is da only loosing being done here is dem loosing their pulses/ fuk it!
dis is clint east wood verses dick chainee, it waz like automatics verses muskets/
but jus den, I heard her voice, singing… loud n clear ova da rounds dat I busted/
I guess da end was near as I coughed n/ quickly felt betrayed by the thoughts I had trusted/
must’ve got hit pretty bad. As I try to figure out where I got ripped , another shot hit/
ma left knee cap got smashed ma right leg wobbled… so I used ma will n her song as crutches/
still I stood..., da song got louder, couldn’t hear or see no more but I adjusted/
only a handful is left, so ma hand empties more slugs n, bullets remain gushing/
in another situation I mighta been thankfull for death but dis time I lusted/
for jus a lil more I got da broom in ma hand just let dis dirt get dusted/
n just den *PAK* PAK*.... I get hit again... ma heart beats dim as ma veins get interupted/

[Nur]

The Man in The Tux

Last Part

get hit in the hand dat had reserved so many bodies for boxes/
arm hanging, dangling staining the floor with dark red droplets/
ma trigger hand limp, only 3 of dem left, ma right hand grabs da gun n/
took ma last inhale of this dirty worlds substance/
I only had 3 slugs left/ I squeeze… ma hand not steady, ma lungs thinned/
squeeze again… even less steady, ma feeling is lost wit/
all ma other senses, ma grip loose, yet I still let off da last shot as ma hand does dis/
2 dead, the third stood no more on his legs cuz he only had one left/
he had to die, so i headed towards him, took one step/
fell to the ground den drag maself closer to the culprit/
i was blind, but could hear him screaming, please! please! stop it!/
felt for his face as he sobbed still, "i was jus following orders, from...." *THUD* i punched him/
pounded his face till it was skull bits/ i exhale for the last time, ma body sunk stiff/
i get a split second of sight and see my mom with/
my wife standing ova me with their gun tips/
pointed at ma dome, "dodge dis!" *BLAM*

The End. hehe

[41Trippa]

Nur said:

The Man in The Tux

pounded his face till it was skull bits/ i exhale for the last time, ma body sunk stiff/
i get a split second of sight and see my mom with/
my wife standing ova me with their gun tips/
pointed at ma dome, "dodge dis!" *BLAM*

The End. hehe

Man, I tell ya .. this is some vivid, made-for-movies theme kinda ish!! Hopefully it's not a mimic of truth. Nice lines, real nice!!

[Lyrikal.Skillz]

Nur man, you done mastered the art of story-telling. Love it, from start to finish.

[Nur]

glad yall enjoyed it man... ama try and keep it coming

[Kizito]

Dude.. write something i can turn into a short film script.. u good at this story telling thing

[Nur]

ur a screen writer or something Kiz?

[Nur]

I come in n storm ur troops, born to loot/
u knew we where coming wat da fuk is wrong wit u/
u shuda had all da shit we need out in da Lawn in due/
time to avoid wastage of time, u just scorned ur crew/
da ghosts been haunting u/ since da beginning we been on to u/
call ur family n tell em to start mourning u by morning dude/
by da time da light comes bak its lights out on da floor wit u/
da Law is who? Yes exactly y couldn’t u understand dis, ur just a pawn in truth/
u only move wen ur told to move/ u only dance wit da song in tune/
ur da fawn we spoon/ ur still wobbling on ur feet, tryna trip da dawning Bulls/
we never flinch never stagger, never cringe, never *raggal*, born to rule/
only ma spit, n wat holds ma bladder..,
da reason for all da rips and wat brings tears to ur father.., all in 2/ offspring dudes/
whyyy… hehehe stupidity? ghost u pity him? Hiz wrong to do/
wat he thought he could/ pull off, once again wats wrong wit u/ u *doff*?
or even better wats right wit u hehe start praying right now is wat u ought to do/
yowe stick a fork in dude/ I kno he aint done yet… I like ma meals raw uncooked/ *raka*!

[ik-sl!ck]

NUR is my new homie. nice drops nigga