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[mr.sloveny]

if yu are a star and yu want us to skillfully
elevate.....consius,rymes lets spit.
mind yu please the mamma dissing bisness
is no good with us,
there is none righteous bihind the sun,
but ey why choose the negative xtreme.
lm the slovenly once a pervert now
by the grace of the maker a covert.
lets do hip hop...
n.b this is an invitation for battle,
esp bulawayo cats...come on

[black ghost]

im a byo cat in the diaspora of SA hows that?

[QUODIVERSE]

Quodiverse answering the call.Bulawayo what up?
-Q.

[theme elohim]

a rhyme is not a product of simultaneous rhythm/
just like death does not dictate if one has been made victim/
think Steve Biko, who lived after the system killed him/
the medicine man also admits after the smell of roses heals him/
black ghost, unseen but casting a dark silhoette upon the surface/
Quotedverse, recite it in front of governments to make them nervous/
KwaBulawayo, where I learnt the rules of engagement/
led the regiments past the testaments of derangement/

[shaurei]

holla shaurei vinny deep, b-city's finest. (09)471733 023 896 554. maposa03@yahoo.co.uk

[shaurei]

the beauty of being black is having a heart made of gold/
and you can touch a persons life with the palm of your soul/
and let the love you generate propagate and transpose/
to the entire world as a whole/
last night my best friend fell in love with a whore/
because he saw beyond the payment he made/
to reveal that beyond a prostitutes frame/
you can find an individual with a beautiful inner core/
these are the machinations of the revolution of thought/
we claim the system a vampire but we all growing fangs/
how much illegitimate money has touched the palm of your hand/
society's filth our minds it fills/
you phoens got to have palestinian hearts/
so you can vote into power revolutionaries like hamas/
genesis this is where the documentation of the revolution starts/
on the blood of a legion of fallen mc's like kingpin/
our careers is buoyantly floating/
bu mcs cant elevate brothers is still gloating/
they say the road to lyrical emancipation is sugar coated/
you can get verbal diarrhoea before your career starts exploding/
so is your mind set straight or are you stuck with the rest/

[batsirai]

Emancipated by this fellowship we may make it straight to heaven
Realising a lot of classsix that we ve always contemplated
We head high above them cowards give the crowd wat they demanded
We so high like avian wen they wrong we reprimand them
Sloveny were u been mate i been waitn for this game
Last time cat tried to battle they all thought that i was lame
But damn the same cats that used to hate still chokin on my verse
Highly illegal is wat they called me dangerous thing like (LA) ses
Damn i'm outtta rime let me liv this to the next..........

[batsirai]

WISH I WAS IN BULAWAYO.....

[mr.sloveny]

got your spit son.lm glad to logg on and find some
ill spit word.
lets begin this,l be back with my free spit on
Monday.
yu will feel the Slov Flo Reincarneted,
lm packed with divine life in my bosom,
wen the lite is concieved dont miss it..
l will get all sons outta dark.
basti yuor flow was??..l will be back
yo theme. watup god...l visiulised the
image real quick..word.
Quod, son l still got your back..watup in skies..
lm back to spit love..young god Slov

[phonte]

from tha first to tha last of ma rhymes/
i scribble what mos souls battle to xpose ,lyrically, but cant coz they scared to oppose/
stand juxtapose , music a remedy for ma colds n faults/
golden thoughts i will scribble but not to define ma worth ,by tha numba of records i sold/
wu else spit so bold ,critics analyze n quickly applaud/
zim n abroad ,tha kid is adored for keepin it raw
........

not feeling upto it but juss had to try
sup
been a minute

[black ghost]

educating your rhymes so you can speak with the signs/
of educated reason, times pass but lines on the decline/
are been drawn and scribbled pawns are dribbled/
the web has you sizzled and burnt what does it give you/
we scope horizons through constructs of unreality/
we gain fame in electronic palaces and we balance in/
screen names screen games mesmerize us we been game/
avatars hunted for but dont we see we've been same/
we seek fame among peers but for the longest its been lame/
i listened to a producer tell me you got to be an mc's mc/
i tried to figure out what he was sayin what words he was playin/
there many studio mc who are stayin in the game framing/
reputations when their just gamin never letting it hit the streets/
many can talk rhymes scientific but cants never feel it on concrete/
we embrace the streets culture but get on it like we're above ya/
educating the reason befor the rhyme is the only way to last for all time/


Nas-
"my poetrys deep i never fail"

[batsirai]

HEY BLACK GHOST GLAD TO SEE U HERE.....WILL POST SOMEN HERE TOMOROW....

[mr.sloveny]

behold, the yung god enters
in his majestic being he got heads
bowing before him...hail hail
to all the gods of zim hip hop.
repect to yu all.
its quiet sad that time is not permittin always to get heads together
for me to lay down my flows.
lm scanning yu mcs become mc's mc.word black(quot)
l will be spittin before the wolf cries...hold on
l like your spitt if yu believe in thy self
slovenly signing out.
word

[batsirai]

THE MICROFONE IS CALLIN
IN MY SLEEP I HEAR IT SOFTLY
BACK BEATS AND ALL THIS
THAT’S WAT KEEPS ME ROLLIN
A MISILE WITH POTENTIAL ABOUT TO EXPLODE AND
GRAFFITI ON THE WALLIN
WERE MY NAME IS WRITTEN BOLDLY
ON SEEING IT I ALWAYS SHAKE COLDLY
CHURCH BELLS ALWAYS RING AS I LIFT THE MIC TO SING
SILENCE SWEEPS THE HICC PEOPLE ARE WAITIN
THE RUSH WARMS MY BONES
LIKE THE ZAMBEZI FALLS
I’MREADY TO DO IT, NOT SCARED ANY MORE
I RAISE MY EYES FEELIN PROUD
LOOK STRAIT AT THE CROWD
I’M GON DO IT FOR MY COUNTRY I OPEN MY MOUTH
AND THE WORDS FEEL SO LOUD
(ARE U STANDIN WITH ME…..)

[mr.sloveny]

:cry: eyo its been a while
l catch an mcee battle tha god
so l beginn like the rising of the sun
shinning thru yo face like the x-ray laser
penetrate thru yo skull then begin to erase ya
your brain is left empty as like a vaccum
yu need to be reloaded...
dont stress ''NO''just cacth this divine flo
from the revelator mr.slo
the child beggoten nby wisdom
as l keep it like the light to my path
my soul captures my breath as lm held captive from death
and it seems like ther aint nothing left as God is my ref
l got the eye of an eagle while l watch mcs go astray
like a porn made a wrong move on the chessboard
l feel the pain pierce my heart and this strange
feeling just hangs and remains unstrained
who will educate these sons
to share light within the spirit of man
thats to lead the next generations...
put your mind to this and let God redeem ya
the end is near as an mc l live out my purpose
in this...word.let me school yu son.