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#41 Kizito

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Posted 31 March 2010 - 08:39 AM

Full stop like the end of the word, probably is/
end of the world? no man its probably Kiz/
im hard rock cant punch my lines u probably kiss/
this shakespearian flow, i grind whilst you'r "so net"/(sonnet)
u byte like ping requests, on kingly quests/
i leave, on a pilgrimage, i journey West/
like the sun.. after rise i do nothing but spread light/
Hip hop is my butter cup, i eat it, its bread like/
Explicit, im red light, what was ur dad like?/
hie im -tion, after the Ambi-, ur darkness is made light!/

#42 Nur

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Posted 10 April 2010 - 05:20 PM

i'm back with another one/ rising up in the ranks like mr loverman/
goin against the norm like a black coloured lamb/
morph into THE GOAT that no ones Gruffer dan/
u cant crush me, ma style is liquid dats above the sand/
i keep flowing and will always be able to overcome a dam/
always able like the son of man/ da second new born/ except i'm immortality in its true form/
its the eve of a new dawn/ turn the heat on you luke warms/ i'm Anakin hot/
the canabis pot/ smokes me to get higher than a bird with a ladder on top/
the potent poet who doesn’t use words but spits banners in bulks/
messages dat’ll shatter your skulls/
jus so u can have an open mind to show you what matters. Dats all/
begin the construction as your mental Bruce Banner’s engulfed/
so now that your minds splattered in blood/
see dat its in your mental that the answer is locked/
now put it back together and understand that you’re more/
lives don’t have to be lost for you to gather your thoughts/
cuz enough will only be enough after Barrak has been shot/
fuck that our will's been uncovoured/ no more do we have to sing of our brothers/
or questions of, 'how long shall they kill our prophets/
cuz all I eva had/ is the world in ma very hands/
all u need is in ur grasp dont let them turn you to a decimal/
be whole again/ and the shut gates will begin openning/

#43 mceeQ

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Posted 14 April 2010 - 06:12 PM

gates doors and shutters even mates bree's and brothers
all gather to this lyrical display above others
its a none starter who steals da light u gotta bring ur fiery spite
and raze all competition darker than a cold moonless night
these rappers raise their game to fight injustices all over mics
and killing wack emcees chucking em in boxes like da poltergiest//
pardon my spellings and demeanor plus my senior stance
i been on this site before R2D asked Nyra to a dance
cruising and surveying the well spoken spiritual gems
individual stems dat grow outta flows from AHH's pivotal clans
da old school dat built us check thru previous posts and become a man
coz without this site noe of yall would truly be african hip hop fans....

#44 Nur

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Posted 28 April 2010 - 07:06 AM

so i take ma que from the Mc/ standing in line are the fluids of gem seeds/
patiently waiting to buy or woo your attention/ fuck it! I’m spewing the flem free/
yall in depth, but dont fear for a ressesion/ the mic called me, and i blessed it/ less shit/
naked truth and not dressed wit/ dresses, theres a point like turned on breast tits/ the best is/
less sick/ than this west african emcee/ forcefull entry/
as u get ur ears raped, its dross pulled wrenched with/
it used as the rag to gag your duck taped muted neck shrieks/
n bring death to the empty/ hollow minds meet deep thoughts/
hello guys, we’ve become/ bean stalks/ climb up to reach the fi fum/
fee fye with these rhymes dipped in desease funk/ fungus on the gun tips/
bubonic brewed sonic/ food for this/ mass famine mahatma ghandi looking fools calling/
I say get ur tools sharpened/ so I slay some crayons/
on the page until it brings the blood red rain drops/
Now cover your rib cage son/ feed yourself so you can see yourself with a cape on/
now take the cape off/ and cover up the naked nation/
give her warmth, show her that the cold air is only lives in the days gone/

#45 41Trippa

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Posted 14 May 2010 - 06:38 AM

Last December Nur rang them bells an' banged tha chimes
laid down some wicked text, penned some lines and vibes
unlike recessions, tha catz' focused .. his rhymes is heavy
and like ah river, he flowin' over banks an' levies
cause it's "go get it season" an' it's "go get it time"
Freein' Fo' Nuthin .. ya'll best respect tha rhymes/ an' scriptz
this shit is sweet!! Sweetah than honey .. call it "honey dip"
this free fa' nuthin' ... that's right, I ain't gonna hold my breath
five playas, one deck .. tha dealer steady dealin' death
i gotta hock my my soul just to insure my health
MAN, it'd be easier ta O.D. while inhalin' METH
at least the TANG~ibles WoUld "BEE" KILLAH when tha flow is felt
Free For Nothing!!

#46 Nur

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Posted 04 June 2010 - 08:46 AM

Da dealer dealing death, ma flows been banned from the Casino/
immortality being jacked like Nino/ Its neat though/ how people think they can read so/
much into ma castle, yet their vision is limited to the key hole/
i show u what i want to show u/ u see only what ur capable of seeing, just let me grow you/
i turn death into clean laundry cuz its dealer has to fold too/ i live free with no you/
watch me as i throw shoes/ cuz i gotta leave ma footpirnt on the hard dirt/
step in, ma sole filled with dark earth/
aint wiping shit off, i gotta dirty things up/ bird wit wings cut/
reminiscing on days that the eart was still up/
now their standing on where all their shit dropped/
the white dove drenched in thick blood/ slumped by my feet, unable to lift up/
i pick it up and dip ma pen in it/ start writting till ma notepads drenched in it/
the mute bird wistles again wen it sees/ ma notepad airbourn flapping its pages/
so happy it laid eggs/ that hatchet into babies/ who had rap verses to play with/
a teacher to show them how to strenghten their frail wings/
how to soar in the skies and harnes the stray winds/
the hand scribbles poems and the wingless whistle on/
in the end the dead can live again/

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Posted 11 June 2010 - 12:08 PM

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#48 Nur

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Posted 08 July 2010 - 06:37 PM

ghosts are seeing u, u aint seeing ghosts/
ma verses leaves in its wake a bunch of dead bodies and deleted posts/
A lion listening to all you bleeting goats/
ur noise alerts me to your presence for ma weapon to decease u folks/
ma teeth in throats/ no twilight after life as u loose breath/ u'll be food next/
me sitting where the herd was chewing on a toothpick/
yall feeling yourselves too much like u just grew tits/
yall aint producing nothin like a mule dick/ mute it/
stop saying nothing go buy new lips/ lips dat dont detach/
this gift is not for hands/ that cant lift it out the stand/
u try to lift it but u cant/
i'm the king arthur of this rap shit, with the mic in the stone/
with the crown nicely lined on ma dome/
ma ass on the cushion thats attached to the throne/
in ma kingdom built with ink cum making the mansion my own/
the mansion called greatest, with one soul who sit in his home/ ME!

#49 41Trippa

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Posted 10 July 2010 - 07:11 PM

Nur said:

Da dealer dealing death, ma flows been banned from the Casino/
immortality being jacked like Nino/ Its neat though/ how people think they can read so/
much into ma castle, yet their vision is limited to the key hole/
i show u what i want to show u/ u see only what ur capable of seeing, just let me grow you/
i turn death into clean laundry cuz its dealer has to fold too/ i live free with no you/
watch me as i throw shoes/ cuz i gotta leave ma footpirnt on the hard dirt/
step in, ma sole filled with dark earth/
aint wiping shit off, i gotta dirty things up/ bird wit wings cut/
reminiscing on days that the eart was still up/
now their standing on where all their shit dropped/
the white dove drenched in thick blood/ slumped by my feet, unable to lift up/
i pick it up and dip ma pen in it/ start writting till ma notepads drenched in it/
the mute bird wistles again wen it sees/ ma notepad airbourn flapping its pages/
so happy it laid eggs/ that hatchet into babies/ who had rap verses to play with/
a teacher to show them how to strenghten their frail wings/
how to soar in the skies and harnes the stray winds/
the hand scribbles poems and the wingless whistle on/
in the end the dead can live again/

RAW? Ya know it! Nur ... this is hella that!!

#50 Nur

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Posted 13 July 2010 - 06:47 PM

preciate it man... u shud drop some of your shit too brah

#51 Shun J

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Posted 15 July 2010 - 08:03 AM

im going for gold when i toss javelins screaming
im hoping this mould penetrates right in the centre of your anal region

#52 Shun J

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Posted 18 July 2010 - 10:56 AM

arm full of muscle grasping your neckline from your torso, you'll burst into a raspberry fountain
I hate these these scary outputs thats barely hitting if you intended to threatned my shun tzu n shaolin
all i do is cock and pull the trigger to hit ya and split your mathematical fragments
n who gives a fuck about the future when im killing you NOW bitch!

#53 Nur

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Posted 23 July 2010 - 07:34 AM

Talk is cheap/ n so its bought in heaps/ yet u cant afford dis speech/
Wen we dispense da expense of expensive riddles deep/
rhymes fiddle beats/ dum diddle d/ some tickle me/
wen dey roar like thunder and den bring nothing but some drizzling/
u cant dream dis team, we spit 16’s like F’s shootin missile heat/
mental machines, like marines, ma team steams waves n ripples b/
We burnin these mo fuckers like dey were american flags in da middle east/
We walk crooked lines, like we been spinnin for hours, drunk wit dizzy feet/
da road to our positions deep/ cohesion heat/
combustion, eruption, n yall last like Mohican peeps/
tomahawk, u aint gonna-walk, if u fuck wit pride rocka dawg/ our colours dark/
so in our presence dey move towards da light wen da muggers spark/
mug ur soul, tug ur cold, body where da mud be n let da bugs console/
ur remains deranged, tried to be as fly as us n now theres flies in ur drained out brain/

#54 apopyalips

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Posted 11 August 2010 - 08:02 PM

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Read between the lines, the truth embedded in lies
Sugarcoated words used to entice the weak minded guys
And girls all around the world
Trapped in deceit fabricated when the news mill twirls
History books scribed by liars, news skewed with bias
Transforming us from thinkers into zombies and buyers
Mass consumers oblivious to the truth all around us
Manipulated facts we keep dodging the bullsh*t surround us
They claim that they found us with cannibalist tendencies
But I wouldn't believe half of their fabricated sentences
Africans let's open our eyes, Africa arise
Sneak up on the world and take 'em by surprise


this is lyricism. truth truth truth

#55 mimic truce

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Posted 12 August 2010 - 01:49 PM

if anyone got beats or some audios to review. send me a private message to illdiewhenimfake@gmail.com

#56 Nur

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Posted 09 November 2010 - 10:15 PM

Its been a good minute... wheres everyone @?





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