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[poisonhusler]

lethal skillz cats feel/
ma echoes from warcamp hillz/
spit wit toxic vernom/ma aim is to get cats lame/
paralyse punx like bushmen tubocurine/
switch flows/change like chamileon/ coumaflaged from head/
to toes/its a lyrical war/emceez line in 4/defeat ya all/
watch yall/ma style impeccable/ remarkable flows/
blow cats back/ma whirlwind push u back/
announce me god/botswana born hip hop lord/
zimbabwean saviour/fake cats soul fader/
ma guillotine rhymes infade yall thoughts/
come strait wit raps never flawz/
lethal on tracs as i close the deck/
play hypeman on trackz/close the gaps/
i spit fumes /kid im on top of tha moon/don look for rhyming wordz/jus make words rhyme wit skillful flowz.

[mr.sloveny]

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the wind was blowing accross the african terain
with a spirit called hip hop
this spirit found me chilling in the jungle of zim
it possed my thot like a traditional dancer from Chiwoniso
so let the poetic mind jump off while these words are
being joind up so slovenly yeh....

this goes out to all ya mcees whu would probably sypher
in this african hiphop site


my thots escape the planet like a rocket
probably gut the nassa dectecti' this
l hearding strait outta orbit
while ma concious revovle around the MPOPOMA GHETTO
not out to diss mcees but l teach mcess
from the first post , start till l finish
this is the poetic jump off
of the Victoria falls bridge with no bungee jump belt
hope yu mcees call for 112 for help

[lyrical mesh]

your asses are rough i lost the grip in ma hand
each day to spank your ass,u're resistant to ryhme
god gave me an ultimatum to write, shine and die
the tomb shall house all that was once in the womb
i'm tryin to pass the ball, this is a lyrical game
to tame you and prepare you, you scared of fame

[mr.sloveny]

l will battle let yu listen and respond for the love..of hip hop

let me erase the forbidden syphonie dropped my mesh
the type of mcee who eclipses the lite
and make the fans third eye remain blind
so l will spit what ever fuck from thy mind
as my black thot came from the kingdom
before african were slaves to battle for freedom
l will swallow your whole buddy, excreet your spine
then l strangle yu with it
who said lm scared of ya whan nobuddy eve heard of yu
how the hell yu take the name of the maker in vein
let me twist your brain like the strands in my dreadlock
eva heard of a black spirit in rage
l come for a thousand traditions of africa
yu sell out yu neve. value our culture
no reason yu ryme with no sound
let me rise like the sun
shine on your face and blind yu cos yu dumb
seperate your spirit and drag your soul to your grave
l hate blasphemy like remy
take heed wisdom is power treasured by the
poor, sit with your elders silently yu mite
get some..
love kidd..just my spit