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[bashin]

Too many snakes searchin for the heads
but we got this thread as a ladder where MCz step
inorder 2 take Mzansi hiphop 2 da next level
to be honest it doesnt matter whether im not the illest
as long all those infected spread the word "Hip Hop Is the future"
We all grown up now but ama take u back 2 da dayz when u used 2 be Smacked 4 stealin Shuga
surely spittin sweet rhymes wasnt the aim
Today cats claim they gangsters spittin so called "hardcore rhymes"& labelling those who do otherwise gayz
I alwayz make sure my spits Touch yo emotions..now u know Bashin is rhymin 4 a reason.
Knowing that im sensitive they spittin a combination of teargas &some nasty thingz thinkin they can stop my vision..ey can go to hell 4 ill rap till Jesus comes back 4eva mo amen


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[Illzard]

The streets is watchin’ me, anticipatin’ glitch in the matrix/
My peepz is watchin’ me, lookin if I turn bit** when I make it/
Picture it its perfect/ like coils on the back of a serpent/
Black is resurgent/ from underground now I’m up on the surface/
Time to insert this/ turn the key, warm it up and reverse this/
It’s Illzard versus/ the rest of the non-believers on this earths crust/
Plus/ seeing as I’m the cat drafting a life as my day shift/
No hindrances, Illzard ludicr(o)us, so “Move, get out my way bit**”/
I’m in for the long haul, reelin’ all of y’all in the process/
Poisonous flows, killin all y’all in the process/
Soon as the album drop, register ‘ballin’ as a subject in my classes/
So next semester if I’m top of my class, then I’m the dopest/
I’ll supply it no need for larceny in your focus/
I got tri-varsity in my mind for the month of August/
Killin’ it/ oh that’s the scripts from this circle blaze/
Best believe I’ma cop my own stick of that purple haze/

[Habbit]

Habbit still spittin' ether, leavin' the tongue dehydrated/
Fupupils, my aim's to have ur wallets 'n ur mind dilated/
Keep elevatin', precipitate wack cees to countless heights below/
Bringin' brightness to shacks who had no lights before/
Get this forum @ the palm of ur hands like that weed u mixin'/
I ain't preachin' but the future is now, so best believe non fiction/
We takin' over this shit, ask A.K.A from Entity/
Similies, phors & punchlines? SA's got plenty Gee/
We steadily makin' our mark like illiterate voters/
One day conservative minds will be liberate on us/
Still reppin' the kult so I'm playin' my role in this game/
We can't be tamed, till Africa as a whole reaches fame..........

[Quantum]

Its Quantum....


Bringin' physics an' applyin' it with positivity\
And advanced creativity\To cease demonic entities\
Tha tears of fire tht I'm droppin' with hate\
Will nt stop,'till the exposure of mindz tht are great\
Tha compartmentalisation tht flew with oppression\
Decreasin tha right of education and promotin\
Processes of ALCOHOL fermantation\Im breathin\
Hard like a dog pantin\to remove tha membranes in tha way of liberation\
I'm mentally ill like an old man dyin frm lonliness\
Tha causes are significantly careless\Its fairness\
Tht keeps vanishin and appearin like acne\
I'm constantly whinin' like birds in spring\
While trees are leavin' im still singin\actually annoyin\
Tha ignorant authorities fartin in their offices comfortably\
This is tha end,leave yu with a question mark in yo head like a chick dumpin yu while smilin\.... :twisted:


Im tired of this isht.....happenin in our daily... :evil:

[theme elohim]

Kult Warship, who wants it?

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Habbit still spittin' ether, leavin' the tongue dehydrated/
Fu Keep elevatin', precipitate wack cees to countless heights below/
Bringin' brightness to shacks who had no lights before/
Get this forum @ the palm of ur hands like that weed u mixin'/
I ain't preachin' but the future is now, so best believe non fiction/
We takin' over this shit, ask A.K.A from Entity/
Similies, phors & punchlines? SA's got plenty Gee/
We steadily makin' our mark like illiterate voters/
One day conservative minds will be liberate on us/
Still reppin' the kult so I'm playin' my role in this game/
We can't be tamed, till Africa as a whole reaches fame..........

We cant be tamed till Africa as a whole reaches fame/
Like d*ck after ejaculation MCs aint as hard as they came/
Myke-checking is the Habbit, killing MCs the Theme/
We leave MCs faces redder than a Vampire's daydream/
We no longer freestyle but release prisoners from US camps/
MCs is useless like charities during Ramadan distributing foodstamps/
Clap Clowns, Collect Check, rightly call us the Armed 4'C's/
send terrorists dead bodies,leavin the 'bin laden' with trashed corpses/
coz these MCs is garbage, aint worth the jenators' broom stroke/
I dine on your torsoe with Shaka's assegai and the devil's fork/

Kult Whaaat!!!

[Habbit]

theme elohim said:

Kult Warship, who wants it?

We cant be tamed till Africa as a whole reaches fame/
Like d*ck after ejaculation MCs aint as hard as they came/
Myke-checking is the Habbit, killing MCs the Theme/
We leave MCs faces redder than a Vampire's daydream/
We no longer freestyle but release prisoners from US camps/
MCs is useless like charities during Ramadan distributing foodstamps/
Clap Clowns, Collect Check, rightly call us the Armed 4'C's/
send terrorists dead bodies,leavin the 'bin laden' with trashed corpses/
coz these MCs is garbage, aint worth the jenators' broom stroke/
I dine on your torsoe with Shaka's assegai and the devil's fork/

Kult Whaaat!!!

I dine on your torsoe with Shaka's assegai and the devil's fork/
Then make widows out of ur crew 'n folks like my name's de Kok/
Sell the whole footage to the truth commission coz I filmed it/
Now that's what ur bitch means when she mumbles "He Killed it"/
I don't need no hummer to get to ciphers I'll hop on yours/
Then leave flossin' rappers with tears like chopped onions/
Generous with sick flow like aids infected blood donors/
We snubbin' AFRO AWARDS coz we gunnin' for top honors/
Been to podiums where most of y'all wack cats won't stand/
Coz ur lines add to nothin' like differentiated constants/
We on song, still throwin' mo punches than dojo's in Hong kong/
Most mcees no longer tight like those ho's in Thong Song/
Kult train of thoth mo illektric than metro rail's locomotives/
It's a Habbit to Xterminate wackness 'n shit on ur motives/

[Quantum]

Le'me rewind brains with speeches tht are strong and black like apes\
Deliver unwreckable figures and shapes and cold like tha southern capes\
Leavin yu whinin'(wining) like grapes with skillz measured in infinite tapes\
Can we switch back to light from darkness we pull away\
Tha day\i thot life was gay\
I got shagged by it and i was sure to cum say\
Life is fair,its tha un- we put on it\now im off it\
Electromagnetically im still feelin it\
Imma leave and someone please tell me tht thru practice im advancin ma skillz\

I been here for sum tym now....Habbit i look up to yu bra...plz tell me im growin :cry:

[Beesting]

Like a devoted (street) disciple I scribble on this S.A Hip Hop bible still preaching words of realness
Say fuck fakeness, I don’t do that Plastik ish, nigger spit is real like granddad’s genuine leather jacket
I got ma rhymes blingin’ like Biggie’s Jesus Piece but back off me nigger cos, I don’t do rap to impress
I deliver a line to relieve stress and to highlight all that social sickness ain’t covered by the press
Like Nas and Pac on black human’s plight, I feel like I should take a stand and do the fight
Wish I had a voice echoed by Mount Everest so that the world can hear that there’s no time to rest
Cos there’s no piece in the minds, politicians still misleading our people, the world is still at war
Being subjects of neocolonialism, governments fail to think properly, they make decisions that’ll kill us all
Starting from the housing projects, they gave birth to gangsterism, down the FLATS where AMERICANS got born
But, still the same shit is happening, even after 50years a solution won’t exist, shit we won’t see dawn
Thugs be still pushing mandrix, bottle necks be still cracking, another 15 year old still loading it starring at ya with a bony face
SCHOOLBOYS be still bangin’ it, lil girls won’t cross the streets, 18 year olds be still doing 10 for rape
Gun shot be like sirens, Prince Mshiyeni still blood flooded, black man needs protection too, especially, on Christmas Eve
Doesn’t matter, whether you’re in the township, even at suburbs, thugs got heat man lists, taxi owner got a new crib

[XTERMINATOR]

YEAH ...kult warship still spilling it,mic killing it.....

Off the dome acapella,performances on microphone’s stellar
Embed vocals on thunderclaps,freestyles eclipse 9th wonder raps
Underground like subzero attitudes,skill n’ attitude killin’ multitudes
I paint pictures with non-fiction words- spitting plain platitudes
Narrating epics with eloquence,combining linguistic elements
Queue sequence of verbs vividly defining images like pixels
Synchronizing scenes with words enchained to montage sequels
Alchemist with the pen,turning calligraphic patterns to verbal gems
Topics heavy mental,divine instrumentals, scripts ever monumental
Every verse -knowledge delivery capturing minds with page slavery
Ravaging Mic savage, above average,killing lyricists then scavenge
With didactic poetic enigmatic verses-am the god’s gift to language
Underground artist, profound lyricist, known to astound vocalists
With ‘delivery sicke’like impregnated bitches with herpes
Deeper than an abyss,loose canine,perforatin'skulls to distill knowledge
Quest for quips and quotes from intellects- my way of paying homage

_________________

[mceeQ]

origami spit kicker......
blood money stylists he was trapped in da vandals pits/hi-jacking and dumping dead bodies in shallow pits/
called da traffic warden coz he supplied da drug habits/breaking brothers legs if they didn't pay their credit/
black tees all day like some funeral service sh*t/coz everyday he lived his soul would cry a thousand tears/
mike jack thrillers dreams tony montano accessories/his bleedin' his enemies eroneously/
outweighed any with possible contention/adversaries where light like a lanterns illumination/
switch da scene he was monkey mask hidden in da bushes/holdin' rusted pistol he stole from stabbed mauritians/
next to him hardened faces of da brown eye militia/talkin' murder with their eyes but da victims can't hear a whisper/
yung head comin' from a sypha in city/walk slow towards bushes freestyling tipsy on bubbly/
wrong place wrong time they attacked with tight lipped manners/x-box moves cut dat boy like soul calibur/
checking pockets quick he found an empty wallet/ID say he one of da dudes cousins/
niggaz started buggin'/he losin' his mind/mas que nada theme music as he realised his crime/
flipped da script quickly da final solution/cut ties with da crime fam and started spittin'/
picking mic speakin' verbal onslaughts to thrill/mike jake dreams coming back sugar hill/
mad soul tranfusions pple was feelin' his skill/till one night he was walkin' from a sypha and got killed/

[Clinton]

:twisted: yo big ups to all the people in this forum.. & Habbit you tighter than a nun! anyway here's my script of the hip hop bible.. use it as your daily prayer...

You see most of these MC's are testing my patients/
if you know me.. you know people in high places/
this rap game is real i got no time for games/
my words must have superglue on em, cos it sticks to your brains/
it's the wanna be rappers that i set my sights on/
i scare them so bad they gotta sleep with the lights on/
so you wanna spit? but you cant you flavourless/
if words were weapons i'm armed & dangerous/
no matter how good i flow, i know you hate this/
but i'm the chosen one like Neo in Matrix/
i know you want me out this game but im in 2 deep/
im that rap cat that'll put your kid to sleep/.. (shhhhh...)
the bible says that you must love your neighbours/
but where im from we dont love this snitches & haters/
& every MC now envies me/
so many lyrics i could bring out an mp3/
im on a mision to the top.. no time for nonsense/
i carry protection & i aint talking about condoms/
my puchlines are witty like stand-up comedy/
baseball bat to the knees you wont stand up properly/
i went from.. hide & seek.. to hiding heat/
to stashing weed.. to motherf*king smashing knees/
where im from the hustlas is losing profit/
cos the sh*t that they selling they also using from it/
everywhere i go i keep a pen in case a line come/
spitting to myself looks like im chewing a wine-gum/
one punchline will drop your jaw/
one punch to the jaw.. will drop you to the floor/
im like broken glass,step on me & you'll bleed/
go against me a miracle is what you'll need/
they say it's hard to make it in this cut-throat industry/
you'll find it hard to make it with your throat cut in the street/
you dogs must be cats cos you do not bite/
there's a new commandment.. thou shall not BITE/
im the best hands down i don't mean to boast/
when i spit people look like they've just seen a ghost/
the writing skills that i possess/
is how lightning feels when it strikes your chest/
my flow's natural.. like birds & the bees/
so you must be DEAF if you aint heard about me/
what you think's the reason that they call me rowdy/
i got the ability to make a sunny day cloudy/
now if you bite one of this lines... that's when the beef starts/
so many MC's bit from me they left me with teeth marks/
yeeeeeaah! god's got a plan for me/
but my plan's to put an end to your family tree/

WANT MORE?

[kast1]

sick script kat!!! welcome 2 AHH!!! hope 2 see more of ur ish!!

!P!E!A!C!E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1

[mainman]

"Habbit you tighter than a nun!....."

Amen!!

Your stuff is tight son.... welcome!

[Clinton]

Clinton said:

:twisted: yo big ups to all the people in this forum.. & Habbit you tighter than a nun! anyway here's my script of the hip hop bible.. use it as your daily prayer...

You see most of these MC's are testing my patients/
if you know me.. you know people in high places/
this rap game is real i got no time for games/
my words must have superglue on em, cos it sticks to your brains/
it's the wanna be rappers that i set my sights on/
i scare them so bad they gotta sleep with the lights on/
so you wanna spit? but you cant you flavourless/
if words were weapons i'm armed & dangerous/
no matter how good i flow, i know you hate this/
but i'm the chosen one like Neo in Matrix/
i know you want me out this game but im in 2 deep/
im that rap cat that'll put your kid to sleep/.. (shhhhh...)
the bible says that you must love your neighbours/
but where im from we dont love this snitches & haters/
& every MC now envies me/
so many lyrics i could bring out an mp3/
im on a mision to the top.. no time for nonsense/
i carry protection & i aint talking about condoms/
my puchlines are witty like stand-up comedy/
baseball bat to the knees you wont stand up properly/
i went from.. hide & seek.. to hiding heat/
to stashing weed.. to motherf*king smashing knees/
where im from the hustlas is losing profit/
cos the sh*t that they selling they also using from it/
everywhere i go i keep a pen in case a line come/
spitting to myself looks like im chewing a wine-gum/
one punchline will drop your jaw/
one punch to the jaw.. will drop you to the floor/
im like broken glass,step on me & you'll bleed/
go against me a miracle is what you'll need/
they say it's hard to make it in this cut-throat industry/
you'll find it hard to make it with your throat cut in the street/
you dogs must be cats cos you do not bite/
there's a new commandment.. thou shall not BITE/
im the best hands down i don't mean to boast/
when i spit people look like they've just seen a ghost/
the writing skills that i possess/
is how lightning feels when it strikes your chest/
my flow's natural.. like birds & the bees/
so you must be DEAF if you aint heard about me/
what you think's the reason that they call me rowdy/
i got the ability to make a sunny day cloudy/
now if you bite one of this lines... that's when the beef starts/
so many MC's bit from me they left me with teeth marks/
yeeeeeaah! god's got a plan for me/
but my plan's to put an end to your family tree/

WANT MORE?

[Clinton]

Clinton said:

:twisted: yo big ups to all the people in this forum.. & Habbit you tighter than a nun! anyway here's my script of the hip hop bible.. use it as your daily prayer...

You see most of these MC's are testing my patients/
if you know me.. you know people in high places/
this rap game is real i got no time for games/
my words must have superglue on em, cos it sticks to your brains/
it's the wanna be rappers that i set my sights on/
i scare them so bad they gotta sleep with the lights on/
so you wanna spit? but you cant you flavourless/
if words were weapons i'm armed & dangerous/
no matter how good i flow, i know you hate this/
but i'm the chosen one like Neo in Matrix/
i know you want me out this game but im in 2 deep/
im that rap cat that'll put your kid to sleep/.. (shhhhh...)
the bible says that you must love your neighbours/
but where im from we dont love this snitches & haters/
& every MC now envies me/
so many lyrics i could bring out an mp3/
im on a mision to the top.. no time for nonsense/
i carry protection & i aint talking about condoms/
my puchlines are witty like stand-up comedy/
baseball bat to the knees you wont stand up properly/
i went from.. hide & seek.. to hiding heat/
to stashing weed.. to motherf*king smashing knees/
where im from the hustlas is losing profit/
cos the sh*t that they selling they also using from it/
everywhere i go i keep a pen in case a line come/
spitting to myself looks like im chewing a wine-gum/
one punchline will drop your jaw/
one punch to the jaw.. will drop you to the floor/
im like broken glass,step on me & you'll bleed/
go against me a miracle is what you'll need/
they say it's hard to make it in this cut-throat industry/
you'll find it hard to make it with your throat cut in the street/
you dogs must be cats cos you do not bite/
there's a new commandment.. thou shall not BITE/
im the best hands down i don't mean to boast/
when i spit people look like they've just seen a ghost/
the writing skills that i possess/
is how lightning feels when it strikes your chest/
my flow's natural.. like birds & the bees/
so you must be DEAF if you aint heard about me/
what you think's the reason that they call me rowdy/
i got the ability to make a sunny day cloudy/
now if you bite one of this lines... that's when the beef starts/
so many MC's bit from me they left me with teeth marks/
yeeeeeaah! god's got a plan for me/
but my plan's to put an end to your family tree/

WANT MORE?

[Beesting]

I shoot sick spits cos ills be always injected to ma hood
With ma lungs busting poisonous fumes cos government performs acts, all confused
Put college students at risk, next to a pimp and dealers, think they’ll improve
Something I call bullshit, but is all in ma home town on Point Road and down the Wood
Saw a chick down the corner posing them legs, pushing her breast, sparking ma moves
Had to kick it to the broad, but she sold pleasure for a fortune, like Hip Hop heads with commercial tunes
Shot her with the blame dart, until my ears got bombed by a message all defensive
Shit was so intensive; cos she told me self-sustained college living is expensive
The reason people die making cents; death nowadays is internal, cos we joke to hide this shit
HIV been around for some time now, but ma aunt’s death be forever with a stigma
What the fuck is with this enigma, I pray to God to unveil this mist ma
Dropped for a weekend in the township, ma mother has a list of fellow hoodlums already riding the death ship
Passed away with the infection, some with a gun shot, without a doctor to provide injections
Cry God, like ma passed away grand mother, cos when hope is gone, He be the man to provide for a heart that torn
S.A breeding educated criminals, students push blunts and pills, the hustle is the name if the loan ain’t fit
Some more ill-education, cos corruption in parliamentary administration started when we was kids
Place no blames to ma edu-hustlers, cos we all people and need entertainment too
Place a man in a hostel, on a Friday with clubs banging down the block
Thinking I’m insane if books are heavy, thugs need leisure too, fuck the mind lock

[Habbit]

What do we have here..Yo Beesting, that's a tight script rite there son....Thanx to all peeps postin' in this thread..
Haven't posted in a while myself..let me spit sumthin..

Fuunions, my punches strike without mobilisation/
Been capitalising on weak mcees way b4 globalisation/
I'm still spittin' punchlines sicker then Dutch minds/
Even a Geologist's style would neva touch mine's/
Rhymin' might be your Habbit but dude come on/
Unlike Erykah Badu we have nothing in Common/
Your doctor's note's the sickest script u've ever produced/
Like Telkom u runnin' out of lines that's never been used/
Who's flossin'? I'm the illest in the game like Magic Johnson/
Verbally grantin' more death wishes than Charlie Bronson/
U fakes r Whitneys, I'm hotter than Pie City's Steak 'n kidney/
Lyric'lly on point with more Spears than Shakes & Britney/

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: keep them comin' fellas...ONE :arrow:

[Beesting]

@ Habbit Feeling you to dawg. Keep this shit cooking.

[KayGee]

I’ve been thru so much that my heart doesn’t feel anything anymore its all num/
I’ve touched blood with my hands and dragged a dying person with my arm/
I hear the radioe and tvs screaming it’s a brandnew day so smile/
I do catch myself smiling but only for a while/
Then I look in the mirror and say “Dawg its another day to struggle”/
While the royal rumble the weak fall and crumble/
While the needy stumble the greedy ruin it on a double/
Still no help though I know each and every chapter in the bible/
When I pass the privileged they turn around and laugh/
Coz when they lay on their beds I walk on mine (pavement) and its rough/
But I am a black man I have suffered a lot im tough/

Peace Out

[Cyphadelic]

I'm a syllable slave the result of a stray brainwave
My soul was killed at birth and buried in this carbon based grave
So I don't go to church coz there's nothing left here to save
Treading uncharted territory coz it's my own path I'm tryin to pave
I flow like photons with a style that's positive like protons
Attractin electrons and causing nuclear showers so put your coats on
So who's your role model comin at you full throttle
So many bitch mcees Hip-Hop feels like a fool's brothel
I'm takin you back to the store to claim my deposit like an empty Coke bottle
Your mind is infantile,in my sleep I brainstorm with cats like Aristotle
See you'd need a quantum computer to decipher this lyrical algorithm
I shouldn't be playin with these words no more coz I'm just too agro with 'em
My roots in Hip-Hop are too deep that's why you fail to move me
So just sit back and watch me rise slowly like the credits at the end of a movie


Just tryin to elevate...