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[mceeQ]

bumping from then till now on da windows media trip/skemming on being a priest without da killah bit/
dreaming of golden complections/ebony chocolate streams tumbling to moist sheet reflections/
low life ambitions realised easy acceptance speech readings, with no dose of spiritual medication/
so i eavedrop on god's gift gene's grey from cobwebs dust gathered on this Ingraid/
so i hurl knowlegde eat books vomit grey brain-/-matter-of-fact verse splattered on grafitti's scripts insane/
we back on da map like Ghana independence/first african nation roller coasting over colonialism/
but we still slaves, who da slave master whip lash scar tissue neva heal faster/

[ihuoma - cripples]

FELLOW CYPHERS IM BACK ~ THROW A KNIFE ON A TRACK
I MURDERED IT~ COULDN'T CONTAIN ME LIKE IMPERMEABLE SAC
I'M SIMULATED BY THIS SITE(SIGHT)~ LIKE A PAIR OF NICE RACS
HOW I SPIT?~SMOOTH AND POINTY LIKE THE SIDES ON A TAC
SWEAR THE KID AINT NICE ~ LIKE I HELPED OUT A GRANNY OR SOMETHING
THOUGH I'M LETHAL LIKE THE WHATS INJECTED IN TOOKIE FOR NOTHING
YEAH HE ROBBED YEAH HE KILLED, EXCHANGED HIS GUN FOR A BIBLE
YEARS PASSED~THEY WANTED HIS SOUL TO BURN LIKE COAL SWEAR THE SYSTEM IS TRIFLE
TEARS LEFT HIS MOM WITH AN EYEFUL, PROBABLY GOT YOU LIKE THAT TOO
SO IM WONDERING "DID I DO THAT" LIKE URKEL
ON THAT NOTE I'LL LEAVE A GUN ON THE TRACK TOO
IM THAT DUDE

[kaydee]

Hey all y'all!!! What happened 2 our fav spot? Come back home y'all

[mceeQ]

ON THAT NOTE I'LL LEAVE A GUN ON THE TRACK TOO

so i see whether life has dealt me da short straw
i see weather nice but cluthed by sharp claws/
of debt ....money's always a problem we can't solve kid
want it so much but, u know, we wuld be betta without it/
coz in all truth it breeds evil da root even
families feud over it and pple wuld sell children/
to get it ....da drug of choice we jus can't live without it
so like everyone else i'll be waking up for work so i can get my fix/

[Beesting]

Respek Q son. Still spitting that sickness

Like everyone else I'll be waking up for work so I can get my fix
Sell my soul, my freedom over some lil dough
Trapped in a desk and agitated cos I'm still broke
Crying ooh lord save me, but fuck that you can "shove your job in the ass" Joe
Till I smoke on Canibus every day comforted in lies without hope
With a plan to push dope, the pen got big doors and they ain't closed
All for the money gangsters pimp youngsters assisted by dirty warders
So what you plan cos either way we bath in hells fire
Doesn't matter if you retire, as long as you live money is the ladder
With packs of it we admired, but with stinking factory sweat bitches run for cover
The reason we got no lovers, the reason some of ma niggers just pick up guns and buraglovers (not sure of the spelling but it's face covers)

[d2]

i intrude demolish and rebuild tha track lyk an underground nigga/
bomb dealers you all git niggas trampled on tha same ass niggas wiv da same caterpillas/
destroy da war report on course lyk a rocket sucide bomber/
cut out da bomb morter /sendin women and children out da buildin thru xray computers/

[ghandi]

precious metals on they necks and arms/
leavin' people in hypnosis like them hex and charms/

brothaz kill each oda and complain about the white man/
prio-ri-tise ur verses b4 u hitting the mic stand/
human as the next man........so the negati-vi-ty u kickin' yo "the next can"/
married to the streets rhythm, hustle was the best man :idea:

"the corners" the speech of this woman nobody listens.............
the blocks' a part of her,, niggaz hustle poverty's glistened/
but we in need of movements in order to change perspective/
the folks who living on her don't really care who's elected/
cuz' whoever's in power still leaves her people neglected/
the movies that u watch, her survival....? they don't express it/
if she was human there wouldn't be words for her expression/
she accustomed to pimps and girls hoe-ing in adolescence/
she had a rapid growth never really was adolescent/
her own people don't love her....her country don't give protection/
but she shapen niggaz...molded and gave em' perfection/
her tenants rapped, sold drugs or got caught with possession/
some left and neva came back she spat em' out as a lesson/
"LIFE'S A BITCH AND U DIE" will forever be her perception...
"STREETS" was her name if u made outta' her it's a blessing/



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[mceeQ]

this is stressed rap i put ma thots on the couch
pyschologically analysed to expose the drought
messed crap by a clout who wuldn't accept the bout
with destiny, till the reapers skeleton palm choked it out
confessed that he had fixed elections and lied out his mouth
and da climate wuld neva recover from the oil he burne
incessed facts they had found life on another planet
but to keep our gene secure gen-ocide was implemented
impressed that they claimed to be the most powerful
but one storm on new orleans just exposed their evil//

[mceeQ]

From times immortal clouds gathered over hillsides
between da skies of dusk and pillars with iron sides
da black n white clashed brothers committed homicide
sacrifices made to god's sparking the genocide/
da blood ran thick thawing waters of stalactites
i meditated in peace and sprouted wings like Brother's Wright
its been a constant fight btwn good and evil/armies stood medieval/
and slaughtered in the name of the peaceful/
religions and ideals swayed by evil men
whose vi-sions where more kills on non-believing/
its the type of world we're born to live-in
being pulled two ways by angels and demons/

[illexicon]

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[dramatik]

well its been awhile since i was on this board but let me try drop something as in for old time sake.....

yo..check....i mean..tap..its ya boy...better still its your man
here goes....

my body shudders,its cold on this hot rainy day
im 2 broke to have breakfast,and my guy gave me JAY
as we puffed and it pased,"wetin we go chop?"i ask
still owing Mama Eze,always shouthing when i Pass
"U Nor Go Come Pay?"i dey come ,i dey come
and dis shit been goin on quite so long
my guy dat im with,nor send me at all
i cant blame him cos we all came alone into dis world
so i imagine finer things,as i step to the street
i see shorty she look sweet,i smiled showing some loose teeth
her reply was a hiss,Probably gay i guess
but mr Conscience tells me"U Nor Get Money Face The Facts"
im jus another loser in this game of life
everyday i suffer strife,40 and got no wife
yet to stack my cash right,im bound to jump off 3rd mainland
cos'im tired of it all............my times up no more words.....nice i think...hola

[darque]

kicked this on Nairaland. here goes...



Lord i can't help but wonder/
from the 7th to infinity, you's the nth wonder/
9 months in the womb, love so unconditional/
played musical chords with my umbilical/
that love. . .struck an arrow in my mother's heart like Cupid/
sparked a freestyle, flowed with the amniotic fluid/
. . .bars i kicked, mother felt in her stomach/
made her exclaim, "he's kickin' with a revv n spark"/
they say i came soon//made room in that ward/
the process had begun far before i spit that Lord/
major gains//labour pains when i broke that river/
think about it;bars kicked, then the freeflow, now how won't this boy deliver?/
the doc cut the umbilical. . .nah, he cut the mic~chord/
screamed my first battle cry with a might n force/
the 3rd month in a year and the 'smith was born/
the Word coming, but the smith's not done/
Moms was an English teacher, fed me verbs for breakfast/
. . .parts of speech, i break fast, with an ease of the A class/
in my baby fat hands, i held every word steadfast/
squeezed that vocal chord, ma already knew it/
spat my first rap lines '97 never knew i could spit/
from then on, analysed it, sliced and diced it/
refined words till i could spit that precise spit/
the Wordsmith became gbade or gbade became the Wordsmith/
2 sides to a book, read it, the pen bleeds it with that God-spit/

[mceeQ]

before deez where thrown on tracks n chicks breasts
i was a student of the art studying to be the best/
it was five dimensions one mic n four elements
nowadays its a suprise if an emcee ever represents/
some call it progress a movement to fulfillment
so how come real emcees can't pay the rent/
its about marketing n having your strings pulled
but we all know this so why we act like the fooled??

[s-cypha]

wid intense beata rhyme peak that make the birds squeak
i speak the verse need that worth heed
as tho ma worse deed ma verse please
semantics gratify the souls of activist
im prouda educationist as dr Aggrey of the big six
im glad i made this
wid the "I CAN ATTITUDE" we'll take a journey to thru the latitudes
ma uptitude, i set it out for the ultitude
so take me higher like cypha on top of the towers

[s-cypha]

2 da street souljas hustlez ,pusha's n criminals
i come to put y'all in mind that God luv's ya inspite of situation abusues
he wanna put ya into uses
he the same God of Abram,same God of Issac
that mean the same miraculuos God who lived in the ancient
high time tru niggarz pop off the ganging n banging on the streetz to serve
the living God
he the DIVINE and he dont descriminate, he's luv 4 us remains UNDEFINE
we the branches n he the VINE.
I got a proof to the youth
here i present the truth, in ya minds, muse it,
ya hearts i'm tryna fuse it, diz ma hiphop music
strictly REFINE
Worth every emcee live in Christ b4 he diEs
cuz e'erybody gonn give account of his deeds on judement day
u kno death so freak
we got a decision to take
wld u wannna rep ya name in the Holy book
or wld u take the chance to shoot
Heaven n Hell which one u gonn choose
hell for the sinners
heaven for the righteous.
follow the truf

[mceeQ]

the return......
a hostile gospel i've filmed on ground zero
africa!!the land of original human heroes/
stories could fill empire state till it collapse
like the tower of babel,coz of different dialects/
u might not understand but the green, red and yellow
means "growth" from "bloodshed" to "enrich" our people/
see it in my views like the Vic falls,got more flows
and more blows to idiot africans unfree at all
i'm prepared to sprawl, immediate attacks on persona's
u should pick up tennis, and "bounce" like a tennis ball/
so soldiers heed the call,the drum beat at the dead of night
bring out the beasts to the firelight!!!

[Beesting]

Sssssssssssup Conscious pips. Got sumfin fo u

I wrote a verse yesterday about girl who was in pain
Left pregnant with a baby, ma nigger is in the pen
So she decided to stand up, collected a few cents
Which was wrong, cos how she got it didn’t make any sense (CENTS)
Better believe it nigger cos she broke in the hospital bed
Heavy stomach killin’ her but she wishes it wasn’t there
But the baby never stops kicking, a rebel is to be born
But I doubt it’ll ever happen cos mama mused over a bong
She did it wrong, but I feel her cos she got it strong
Who ever said life was easy, you should know he wears a tong
Cos this sick life am speaking took a baby before she born
Hope you got ma story, if you plump her you gotta stay strong
Never run and turn your back cos nigger that shit’s wrong


One love and respek

[iam]

ahh consciousness freestyle hmm

112385 dats ma code from then i had to change ma mood
wit all the pill and dope i had to change ma hood
movin around wit giant creatures who neva told me who they are
had to be in air then on 4 now im nearly wat they are
figure out the lane i had to walk on
wit the creatures always tellin me i had to be strong
i knew ma parents will neva tell me sum wrong
now i kno de game kill haters wit the tongue
spit vernom like i gat a fork tongue
destiny come wat im i goin to be...betta a rapper
fuck education i wan wat i wan the red and blue paper
cuz life is like a story wit so many tellers
the scenario will neva change im now in da studio
knowin i be listenin to ma self one day on the radio

[mceeQ]

i took a step back and viewed the overhead on the headline
chinese earthquake leave's Tibet on the fault line
islamic terrorist blows himself up and kills nine
innocent bystanders like wat was their crimes?
its hard enough living with da bill's and cold iron
no electricity or mastercard balls sign/
wish u culd seem to see the views that froze Brian's
gaze on the dead kid lain under street signs/
every ghetto in every city another hypocracy
as politicians make money over gang murder spree's/
the summer's upon us...
that means more wakes for brothers slain than barbeques instead
understand this ain't a lesson it's a fact of the matter
lest u be da victim of the hot steel, rata-ta-tata!!!

[mceeQ]

its big business nowadays can't expect to sell
rap's harder than f*g's d*ck inside a cell
real talk most of us are all bound to fail
small percentage reach the top but can't untip the scale/
so we stay down trodden da underground neva move up
challenge ya own pysche to see if u culd rep up
graff heads and lyrics born, pad checks and labels scorned
i find solace in da verbs in text dat i have sown
i am one in a system too big to even shun
feel crippled like polio victims using an iron lung//
its like we jus begun
like we don't see da sacrifice made by lynched blood when it was hung/
these dukes all need to run
coz they keep asking for your "Mula" like ya hometown church building fund/
so when our time has come
u betta be ready for da revolution like i was Mao Tse Tung!!