THE UNPHUCKWITTABLES!
August 6 at 2:27pm via Facebook
o Mpumezo B-Mayne Bonga
No Nveigh's track but I'm "back at it again"/
Like Malema's english,I leave spirits broken again and again/
Make it rough for rappers,like Jerry Skhosana's face/
You got a death wish?? then I'm tha one to face/
My verse gets more eish's from niggas than a Professer song/
They say I'm too ill,who am I to prove them wrong/
Rappers claim they run the streets but I never seen em,what could be taking them long/
That dope line you spat,that was just accidental/
Call me a beat,for in the game I'm so instrumental/
My shit too good,even the toilet couldnt flush it/
But your style too fake,even biters couldnt bite it/
Forget birds and stones,I kill more than two rappers with one line/
You can tell I'm one of a kind,just from one rhyme/
I can tell you just a waste of time from one line/
If I didn't kill it I guess I buried it alive/
¤B-Mayne¤
o Jacob Mido
Smith U got de nerve/ 2 rap about money u don have/ niggaz lyk u capsize on a sharp curve/ coz u two face/ lost without trace/ 4rm de black race/ I shout No money/ coz it aint funny/ check ma poster, en all niggaz behind me/ we true 2 de game/ no bling, we still de same/ representin de kids en de streets/ ordinary niggaz who sellz snacks en sweets/ en hustlerz who hüstlin 2 make ends meet/ we write true linez/ no liez/ coz de aim is 2 change majority of lifez/ liberate yo'll 4rm mental bondage/ lack of knowledge/ coz ignorance make niggaz go on de rampage/ became mad massacres/ masters of genocide/ self inflected suicide/ reflectin a bad image of a black child/ me kwa blaklatta negativity/ en poverty/ extinguish wild fantacy with force gravity/ Bring back niggaz 2 planet earth/ coz ignorance en sleep are cazins of death/
o Stanley Bonus Simelane
KeYbOaRdS dRaWn
Feels good watchin these frees like a parole officer!
Its been a while... Still layin' that wood, like broken furniture!
Been fly before all'em niggas, i was born jet lagged!
Get in between me and hip hop... Yo toe'll get tagged!
Bank account looking like cop food... My dough nuts!
Me and my alter ego are like testicles... We both nuts!
A freestyle on a friday, no fuss!
Tall nigga with a short temper... Its Bonus!
*Impromptu Exit*
o Onkgopotse Ditlopo
Yo, so they say that print is dead
so get a Kindle or Nook
But it's a crime to use words to
try and swindle a crook
So I opened a book - took
knowledge straight to the head
Painted like Eric Draven -
celebrate the day of the dead
Cause both black and white are
right it's like the newest of world
orders
and it helps define lines like the
creation of borders
but we're a nation of hoarders,
shelves lined to the rafters
of useless information or
entertainment in chapters
So We take this vacant space and
we fill it with laughter of the cynical minds who find
happily's not ever after
What ever we're after, it won't end in a whimper or shout
It'll end in indifference with
insipid smiles on our mouths
Cause, when it's cut and dry in real life it's mostly a drought
and in front of those sunny days is mostly a cloud
but they call it a "chance", even though we know that there's not one
Wanna change minds? Cobain did, but he did it with shotguns
and brains? You still maintain
that you've got one -
Yet you reek of defeat, so tell me how are you not sonned?
It's death and the scent gets stronger the more you get near it
Diseased rotting
headwounds..but you say it's Teen Spirit
So while the cheerleaders may
cheer it, I'm inclined to say "boo" call it zombie revenge, but I say "I'm dead...and I move" because in this life, there's nothing to prove-
too many shades of gray with nothing to do-
When it's time to step up, beg them to move
they'll be cliche and say "maybe" when it's either false or it's true and I won't say "I told ya so" or "dude, I already knew"
What's the motherfucking point
when we're already screwed?
You can't expect me to get excited when all the passion is gone
Or to try and take a stand when they say that action is wrong
And if you think my reaction is strong, just know I'm conditioned this way
So when you need a co-sign - don't blindly send your petition this way
This missions in place, relayed the transmissions from space but left our decisions to fate, now you see the collision we face?
3rd rock from the sun- basically just a small poolball in a poolhall
No sign of Bruce Willis's cueball - so what we gonna do, y'all???
The alarm is setting - Headed for the Armegeddon
preparing for the crashers as they swarm our wedding
Brace yourself.. but know your arms ain't supportin' shit when it's time for deep impact like Peter North in flicks
No escape - time slips slowly moving forth in ticks
Then when it hits your front porch, it clicks...
The truth is the truth no matter how we distorted it
Right there in black and white just like they pre-recorded it.
The Single Syllable
Tuesday 9 August 2011
Sunday 20 March 2011
Mas El Musica - Cypher
Yo yo yo...
Rashid Kay
The ice is melted never broken like virginity/
When Rash is in the vicinity/
On some Pyramid Skeem bullshit to infinity/
Miss Concept said CYPHA so I holla'd/
Rappers is played out like Black and White, now they think I'm Coloured/
Can't see headz no more, MIA, all gone pop/
The only time I'm under pressure is when your girl's on top/
PYRAMID SKEEM!
Anele Malahla
Call me Osama/ coz I brought down the twin towerz/ I got two skills/ than Miss-Concept Too'Ill/
Dimepiece Miss-behaved Too'quilla
Its dat Nun with tourrette syndrome how da Pope love my nonsense! hehehe! Run on it Your Highness!
Charleen Miss-concept Too'Ill
Hand me the mic lemme show you how its done/
dropping a hot 6 inspiring the dope to rhyme and the wack to run/
No kats going back and forth on this shit, so drop the YO YO/
Got sick rhymes under my belt, something like Gonnarhea, a low blow/
Too sick when step in/
Always fresh while the rest are expiring/
Sell-by date reached, watch em all hit the dust bin
CHE'MISS'3
*cough* haven't done this in a while
Milton Kula
lets bust/ like my girls b-cups/ rock raps that ensnare mind sets/ real wit spit that puts skills 2 da test
Dimepiece Miss-behaved Too'quilla
Jason Statsham fully load with charge/with latex on nicki dis b a federal manuge(minaj)/we go large/ with versace onda butt NO FUSS/ u dnt wana touch u will get stars/luk at redneck and u blush/pick heart in Mars/yeast infection we rise the bar/prison break with hydrogen peroxide
CHE'MISS'3
Milton Kula
gat real shit like a grade authentified turds/ mega's a trip went it cums 2 words/ u cud say my middle finger goes in deeper/ a pain 2da cure like I just reversed mothippa/ mind sicker than sterfontein block f/ fuck that sicker than cartman single handedly gangraping the chef/ mega still da tightest thing since a 18 yr old boy first night in prison/ now invision/ c far yaself wat words can do/ and with that 2 da six bids u/ a loche ness ado
Thabang Moche
Psssh mY name aint B rabbit/but got bad habits like drinking expired tablets. misbehaved unlike missDIMEPIECE/COncepts to ill bout to get D'ceased/ so please/i rap with ease.
Hope Q Illmatic
Rocking my skinny guess jeans/dopper than a crack fien/renalert smashing through the sex scheme/about 2 gas mc's up like a bottle of pepsi/my body and I just wrap gen's/im like the bigbang theory most cats will never catch me
Charleen Miss-concept Too'Ill
Welcome to CLASS-SICK, you're bout to be taught a lesson/
Your name ain't B/
It's missing an ITCH since you're scratching on the wrong surface/
Nigga coming out of the closet claiming to be MISS-BEHAVED/
CHE'MISS'3 bout to murder this BITCH and ensure every memory of him is erased/
I quote, You take tablets to be sick with it/
They vote, Dime and i are evidently born with it/
Like twins in clinics, we're just TOO'SICK
Rashid Kay
That's how a nigga becomes History in a Chemistry class/
Annihilate his faggotry ass/
I just became an eye witness 3rd degree homicide/
Wanna-be MC with a phoney rhyme/
I don't kick a man when he's already down/
It's force of gravity pullin my weight to the ground/
PYRAMID SKEEM!
Thabang Moche
As far as pussy i like to have it! Don't bitch bout it/ but if u want beef i can serve it/cut u down to size coz my tongue slices lyk a minolta blade/ U bitch made/so into black you'll fade/skills get displayed when u get served/ bout to get wat u deserved/coz my style reserved/lyk 50 year old whiskey/ who is he/no Tom,Dick or Harry. Jack!! tought i was wack? Think again.
Charleen Miss-concept Too'Ill
Like shedding blood after 28 days, you're wack. PERIOD!/
Plain lines like you own an air traveling company/
As far as pussy, look in a mirror, i'm certain you'll see it/
Nobody thinks you're wack, we all know it/
Proof that he's gay: he put his DICK between Tom and Harry/
Putting Diepkloof to shame tryna go against me/
Only time you'd get that right is if cloned MC/
This is CHE'MISS'3 bitch/
Don't mess with me especially when i'm rolling with the PYRAMID SKEEM
Thabang Moche
Pyramid skeem/every con-artist's dream/dude u fake/ like an indian eating a pork steak/make u run faster than u can say ramadan/ ama slaughter this fagget/wit his fraudulent tactics/try to battle me what are u on ecstacy Pills/ uyaphapha son kini agaze baktshela ukuti speed kills.
Wandile Madoda Dlamini
To cut the stupidity I sever your head//
Putting an end to the wackness when I murder you dead//
WandIll's the alias jokes ask me for punchlines//
I kill these cats and I don't mind doing it 9 times//
I'm a contradiction cause this blunt is keeping me sharp//
I'm sick with the rap hence having these streets like a map//
These emcees ain't got bars like the most of Soweto//
Moved to the surburbs cause of haters in the ghetto//
My 16 like an nympho just got 2 have a fuck//
You pushing the latest whip am still flyer than you pushing my luck//
WANDILL
Charleen Miss-concept Too'Ill
We're bout to have a memorial service for this guy - he's dead and buried/
Even his wack verses translate to WORRIED/
Number one MASTURBATING CHAMPION - only time you're worthy of being called an MC/
Last chapter of your short life was written by me/
Not worth a second thought - so its posted as a free/
Like a chick on her last period day, this katz flow was too weak/
I'd battle him for 14 days just to prove he's too weak/
Battle him in CLOTHING STORES to prove his rhymes are PEP talk/
Make his head spin in circles within a square block/
Rewind the time and make his mother think twice bout his birth/
Abort waste thats not fit for this earth/
Cause of death she is/
Miss concept she kills/
Dangerously she lives/
Another victim he is
CHE'MISS'3
Thabang Moche
This bitch is getting cocky/i taught i was the one wit the dick between Tom and Harry/wat makes it scary/i feel bad 4 de guy u gonna marry!!! If think u defeating me tonite u actually dreaming.coz u so tiny i have to skwint my eyes to actually c u.
Milton Kula
weak flows and verses/ disses murders where's da fucking herses/ 2 ill goes quick and thabang cums 2 early/ periodic watch how this turned bloody/ 2 da 6 becomes a ring announcer/ a bad cheque just call me hip hop's bouncer/ beat it each other up I'll take out tha trash/ like bad skin I have a tendency 2 be rash/ so do it right or my left will connect/ dislocation of ur body from ur neck/ so like nascar keep that shit on track/
Thato Willy-Cashville Mabokela
Niggaz Claim they dropping Albums the Only thing you drop is Bars of Soap.
Rashid Kay
The ice is melted never broken like virginity/
When Rash is in the vicinity/
On some Pyramid Skeem bullshit to infinity/
Miss Concept said CYPHA so I holla'd/
Rappers is played out like Black and White, now they think I'm Coloured/
Can't see headz no more, MIA, all gone pop/
The only time I'm under pressure is when your girl's on top/
PYRAMID SKEEM!
Anele Malahla
Call me Osama/ coz I brought down the twin towerz/ I got two skills/ than Miss-Concept Too'Ill/
Dimepiece Miss-behaved Too'quilla
Its dat Nun with tourrette syndrome how da Pope love my nonsense! hehehe! Run on it Your Highness!
Charleen Miss-concept Too'Ill
Hand me the mic lemme show you how its done/
dropping a hot 6 inspiring the dope to rhyme and the wack to run/
No kats going back and forth on this shit, so drop the YO YO/
Got sick rhymes under my belt, something like Gonnarhea, a low blow/
Too sick when step in/
Always fresh while the rest are expiring/
Sell-by date reached, watch em all hit the dust bin
CHE'MISS'3
*cough* haven't done this in a while
Milton Kula
lets bust/ like my girls b-cups/ rock raps that ensnare mind sets/ real wit spit that puts skills 2 da test
Dimepiece Miss-behaved Too'quilla
Jason Statsham fully load with charge/with latex on nicki dis b a federal manuge(minaj)/we go large/ with versace onda butt NO FUSS/ u dnt wana touch u will get stars/luk at redneck and u blush/pick heart in Mars/yeast infection we rise the bar/prison break with hydrogen peroxide
CHE'MISS'3
Milton Kula
gat real shit like a grade authentified turds/ mega's a trip went it cums 2 words/ u cud say my middle finger goes in deeper/ a pain 2da cure like I just reversed mothippa/ mind sicker than sterfontein block f/ fuck that sicker than cartman single handedly gangraping the chef/ mega still da tightest thing since a 18 yr old boy first night in prison/ now invision/ c far yaself wat words can do/ and with that 2 da six bids u/ a loche ness ado
Thabang Moche
Psssh mY name aint B rabbit/but got bad habits like drinking expired tablets. misbehaved unlike missDIMEPIECE/COncepts to ill bout to get D'ceased/ so please/i rap with ease.
Hope Q Illmatic
Rocking my skinny guess jeans/dopper than a crack fien/renalert smashing through the sex scheme/about 2 gas mc's up like a bottle of pepsi/my body and I just wrap gen's/im like the bigbang theory most cats will never catch me
Charleen Miss-concept Too'Ill
Welcome to CLASS-SICK, you're bout to be taught a lesson/
Your name ain't B/
It's missing an ITCH since you're scratching on the wrong surface/
Nigga coming out of the closet claiming to be MISS-BEHAVED/
CHE'MISS'3 bout to murder this BITCH and ensure every memory of him is erased/
I quote, You take tablets to be sick with it/
They vote, Dime and i are evidently born with it/
Like twins in clinics, we're just TOO'SICK
Rashid Kay
That's how a nigga becomes History in a Chemistry class/
Annihilate his faggotry ass/
I just became an eye witness 3rd degree homicide/
Wanna-be MC with a phoney rhyme/
I don't kick a man when he's already down/
It's force of gravity pullin my weight to the ground/
PYRAMID SKEEM!
Thabang Moche
As far as pussy i like to have it! Don't bitch bout it/ but if u want beef i can serve it/cut u down to size coz my tongue slices lyk a minolta blade/ U bitch made/so into black you'll fade/skills get displayed when u get served/ bout to get wat u deserved/coz my style reserved/lyk 50 year old whiskey/ who is he/no Tom,Dick or Harry. Jack!! tought i was wack? Think again.
Charleen Miss-concept Too'Ill
Like shedding blood after 28 days, you're wack. PERIOD!/
Plain lines like you own an air traveling company/
As far as pussy, look in a mirror, i'm certain you'll see it/
Nobody thinks you're wack, we all know it/
Proof that he's gay: he put his DICK between Tom and Harry/
Putting Diepkloof to shame tryna go against me/
Only time you'd get that right is if cloned MC/
This is CHE'MISS'3 bitch/
Don't mess with me especially when i'm rolling with the PYRAMID SKEEM
Thabang Moche
Pyramid skeem/every con-artist's dream/dude u fake/ like an indian eating a pork steak/make u run faster than u can say ramadan/ ama slaughter this fagget/wit his fraudulent tactics/try to battle me what are u on ecstacy Pills/ uyaphapha son kini agaze baktshela ukuti speed kills.
Wandile Madoda Dlamini
To cut the stupidity I sever your head//
Putting an end to the wackness when I murder you dead//
WandIll's the alias jokes ask me for punchlines//
I kill these cats and I don't mind doing it 9 times//
I'm a contradiction cause this blunt is keeping me sharp//
I'm sick with the rap hence having these streets like a map//
These emcees ain't got bars like the most of Soweto//
Moved to the surburbs cause of haters in the ghetto//
My 16 like an nympho just got 2 have a fuck//
You pushing the latest whip am still flyer than you pushing my luck//
WANDILL
Charleen Miss-concept Too'Ill
Even his wack verses translate to WORRIED/
Number one MASTURBATING CHAMPION - only time you're worthy of being called an MC/
Last chapter of your short life was written by me/
Not worth a second thought - so its posted as a free/
Like a chick on her last period day, this katz flow was too weak/
I'd battle him for 14 days just to prove he's too weak/
Battle him in CLOTHING STORES to prove his rhymes are PEP talk/
Make his head spin in circles within a square block/
Rewind the time and make his mother think twice bout his birth/
Abort waste thats not fit for this earth/
Cause of death she is/
Miss concept she kills/
Dangerously she lives/
Another victim he is
CHE'MISS'3
Thabang Moche
This bitch is getting cocky/i taught i was the one wit the dick between Tom and Harry/wat makes it scary/i feel bad 4 de guy u gonna marry!!! If think u defeating me tonite u actually dreaming.coz u so tiny i have to skwint my eyes to actually c u.
Milton Kula
weak flows and verses/ disses murders where's da fucking herses/ 2 ill goes quick and thabang cums 2 early/ periodic watch how this turned bloody/ 2 da 6 becomes a ring announcer/ a bad cheque just call me hip hop's bouncer/ beat it each other up I'll take out tha trash/ like bad skin I have a tendency 2 be rash/ so do it right or my left will connect/ dislocation of ur body from ur neck/ so like nascar keep that shit on track/
Thato Willy-Cashville Mabokela
Niggaz Claim they dropping Albums the Only thing you drop is Bars of Soap.
Dead Poets Society - Cypher
Thola Miss-undastood Mgwaba
I SEE DEAD WRAPPERS COVERIN WASTED MATTER.
IF I KNOWN BETTER I.D SAY TIS MY QUEUE TO BLOW THEIR COVER.
BASICALLY LAB SCIENTISTS FAILED TO DISCOVER MY ORIGIN.
I HAIL FROM THE FUTURE AND THE PAST.
IN THE PRESENT I REPRESENT OBITUARIES OF FALLEN SCRIPTS.
I.M HIP HOPS ANGEL OF DEATH.
I BRING BACK WATS LOST WIT JUST A LIL MELODIC BREATH.
I SEE DEAD RAPPERS LYING BESIDE MY GRAVE.
MY DIGGER DAVE GRANTED MY WISH TO BE UR GHOST WRITER. BOO!!! I JUST HAUNTED YOUR NIGHTMARES. STOP AND STARE AS I INVADE THS CYPHER WIT MY DREAM TEAM.
Kabelo Killa-Bee Letele
Delighted to see a lady first/
Recitin a crazy verse/
While dead rappers in a Mercedes hearse/
Kidnap the corpse to cremate the shit/
Resurrect and recreate your script/
Niggaz is fake and shit, like deejays with disc/
You wouldn't spit if you bitten my shit/
My circumcised foreskin ghost written for dicks/
Do the math, division when I'm splittin the clit/
K.I.L.L.A.
Sibusiso Sbudap
I c dead rappers! Cats who alwys step on stage/
wit a dead delivery lyk miscarage/
im tokng bwt cats who always ask 4 battles while they r stil mentaly challanged/
nd cum thru with wack verses/
sum shit u wouldnt feel even if u cud put ur fingers in their asses/
my 4ne screen is broken bt i dnt c myself buyng their faces/
njengo munto goqa ipumper elisebenzile they jst rap(wrap) shit/ damn/
i got so many caskets so can any1 plz find me baby jake 2 box them? Ha ha they dead mos
Temogo Tabane
Motherfuckers spitting irrelevance preaching in the SlaughterHouse/
Fuck your missionary tendencies this is a fucking battle house/
I'm on point like hitting a bitches G-spot with the first stroke/
I'll battle the entire SH like Game did with G-Unit from 50 to Spider Loc/
I wouldn't fuck around even if I had sex in circular motion/
You get the motion? I mean even if you twisted my dick in rotation/
don't think of replying i'll fuck up your Ph balance with a methane potion/
fuck beef i'll feed you a bird flu infected raw chicken portion/
then swing an uppercut and give you a facelift/
Crack you spine like an Ethiopian tryna deadlift/
I switch flows so smooth call it the Swift Shift/
Even if your grans bewitched me I'd turn the curse into a gift/
Your game can't put a bitch on cloud 9 like blazing a weak spliff/
If you weak Niggas try to push weights your arms will fall off/
try to battle with The TACTICAL LYRICIST your head will fall off/
as if you on ur knees and I'm a Muslim with a blade chanting ALLAH AKBAR/
I'm like a TIGER in the WOODS you motherfuckers are not on my PAR/
fuck an upside down pyramid your lyricism is unstable like a 3 wheeled car/
I'm the Dominant Almighty I'll pop a cap in God's ass with a shooting star/
you Rappers are like ants of the same wack colony, I'll fit ya'll in a glass jar/
I can script a sick verse on a game of scrabble/
spit sicker than Jesus' most demented parable/
No rapper is of my species, so I aint a cannibal/
I'm the lyrical animal performin a lyrical miracle/
TACTICAL LYRICIST the resultant of Pythagoras theoretical scripts/
I'll chop off a blind rappers fingers and see how he'll read his braile scripts/
TACTICAL LYRICIST.
Xolani Ace Brooms
Click-clak! lemme strip em off lyk a gun/jus 2 prove im da best Wrapper wit killa lyrics leavin puppets Dead buried inside christmas gifts yun/even if word-plays wer sympathetic u stil wudnt excuse da Pun/sat bak, gav em a chance 2 spit dope lyrics bt provd dey aint got nun/ufck cliches, i stil shine bright n im stil hot lyk a sun/rhymes similar 2 a Rover's sun-roof dey stay on top of da Range/verse so sick u wud swear linez wer written in a hospital ward/thank God's friday, let da champaigns pop/beer cases drop/got a cold shoulda n SH is a mortuary... done seein diz dead rapperz... Im outta 2 celebr8t deir death!...braah!
Wandile Madoda Dlamin
In toilet lingo Wandill is number two//
Made for the sewage,you can tell by how i do//
emcees GO AWAY you false and watch me STAY true//
My urine intoxicates even toilet microbes//
Vocab so rich its wanted by Forbes//
You niggas ain't productive like a bitch in menopause//
Got more gifts than Santa Clause,am the effect and the cause//
Firing Rick Ross so you know who is boss//Imagine what i'll do to you if i enjoyed Christ on the cross//
Who is this major//
My dick's your mom's toilet paper//
No scripts cause i equate an actor to a faker//
Behind these bars like Selebi bitch bow//
snitch now damn fags//on the roll like car mags//from riches to rags//
WAND-ILL
Theo Conscious Singo
It's mathematically proven I'm the best in here/
U don't believe me? Well pay attention u fag/
Here's the Proof:
Suppose:a + b = c, applied in a practical theorem of a forensic lyrists/
This can also be written as:4a - 3a + 4b - 3b = 4c - 3c/
After reorganizing a verbal thesis/
I murder u mathematically like: 4a + 4b - 4c = 3a + 3b - 3c/
Take the constants out of the wack mc brackets:4 * (a+b-c) = 3 * (a+b-c)
Remove the same term left and right and bury the fagot:/
4 = 3, meaning 4 of my lines can kill 3 generations/
90% of y'all are wack beyond description/
I'm the illest you've ever heard i enhance inspiration/
My art of writing has become a forgotten miracle/
I use to converse with lyricists but now they speak to me in parables/
we use to write food for thoughts, now they ghostwrite catchy hooks/
their pictures are worth a 1000 words, mine are worth a 1000 books/
Matter of fact a 1000 schools/
Over the years i gained the ability to actively modulate your moods/
a tool that facilitates clarity of thoughts/
precisely why I'm always pleased with my efforts/
My punchlines are agendas for meetings of the minds/
True lyricism spit knowledge over the course of many lifetimes/
Writing my rhyme online is not a social experiment/
Before I write a verse I transcend into a trance/
Thru meditation I empty my thoughts into tube of my pen/
say word!
Gift G Sefak
I wud do a verse to wow yal , or get ya gal weter dan spring fall , m da sht, answerd d fone wen nature called, wil neva cut ma hair bt u hear em say G balled, ha...m wat these rappers wna be , do maths so ur galz want SUMma me , ur gal caln me ha baby like she motherd me , i knw u feeln me so much, u wish u cud be touchn me , open mic at da slaugter house bt al i kil iz da verse , feel da PAIN den i drive away n a pimped out herce , sht i wuld neva play games wid ya , got dragon ballz so da flames stil cum at ya , m ill , hav u admitn it like confesions usher...yeah, curtains openin bt i am stil showin off , turn yal galz on bt wen she wid u she stil showin off , makin it rain so chix wil neva b stormin off....we cn both cum like we do porn bt i go hardcore...u like 2 years in college...u are softemore....done!
...:::G:::...
Phatmouse Da Grindsmith
lol verses deserve hearses, horse driven/
the worst is the whores think they be raw spittin/
Your ghost writer bit that shit from my spirit/
so these Hieroglypics' over your helmet like sky limits/
divine lyrics/defyin gimmicks/
5 minutes with this lyrically miraculous/
syllable assassin is/similar to hacking cats/
into little party packs/playin smart has its draw backs/
kinda like this, 1 Kay let your jaw crack/
freestyle hustle-day, Papes put Sappi out/
Clean your fuckin fingertips, can't blame your crappy mouth/
Cats is Rats, so Phat be a happy Mouse/
Put ur script where it belongs, and throw the nappy out/
Lerato Lady E Seane
i see new cats droping frees/
i see cool cats with the Lady E/
I see hood rats change to church/
I see blue pens change to black/
I see Lady E still the queen/
I see to sum I'm still the king/
I see grave yard workers/
I see.......................dead rappers/
I SEE DEAD WRAPPERS COVERIN WASTED MATTER.
IF I KNOWN BETTER I.D SAY TIS MY QUEUE TO BLOW THEIR COVER.
BASICALLY LAB SCIENTISTS FAILED TO DISCOVER MY ORIGIN.
I HAIL FROM THE FUTURE AND THE PAST.
IN THE PRESENT I REPRESENT OBITUARIES OF FALLEN SCRIPTS.
I.M HIP HOPS ANGEL OF DEATH.
I BRING BACK WATS LOST WIT JUST A LIL MELODIC BREATH.
I SEE DEAD RAPPERS LYING BESIDE MY GRAVE.
MY DIGGER DAVE GRANTED MY WISH TO BE UR GHOST WRITER. BOO!!! I JUST HAUNTED YOUR NIGHTMARES. STOP AND STARE AS I INVADE THS CYPHER WIT MY DREAM TEAM.
Kabelo Killa-Bee Letele
Delighted to see a lady first/
Recitin a crazy verse/
While dead rappers in a Mercedes hearse/
Kidnap the corpse to cremate the shit/
Resurrect and recreate your script/
Niggaz is fake and shit, like deejays with disc/
You wouldn't spit if you bitten my shit/
My circumcised foreskin ghost written for dicks/
Do the math, division when I'm splittin the clit/
K.I.L.L.A.
Sibusiso Sbudap
I c dead rappers! Cats who alwys step on stage/
wit a dead delivery lyk miscarage/
im tokng bwt cats who always ask 4 battles while they r stil mentaly challanged/
nd cum thru with wack verses/
sum shit u wouldnt feel even if u cud put ur fingers in their asses/
my 4ne screen is broken bt i dnt c myself buyng their faces/
njengo munto goqa ipumper elisebenzile they jst rap(wrap) shit/ damn/
i got so many caskets so can any1 plz find me baby jake 2 box them? Ha ha they dead mos
Temogo Tabane
Motherfuckers spitting irrelevance preaching in the SlaughterHouse/
Fuck your missionary tendencies this is a fucking battle house/
I'm on point like hitting a bitches G-spot with the first stroke/
I'll battle the entire SH like Game did with G-Unit from 50 to Spider Loc/
I wouldn't fuck around even if I had sex in circular motion/
You get the motion? I mean even if you twisted my dick in rotation/
don't think of replying i'll fuck up your Ph balance with a methane potion/
fuck beef i'll feed you a bird flu infected raw chicken portion/
then swing an uppercut and give you a facelift/
Crack you spine like an Ethiopian tryna deadlift/
I switch flows so smooth call it the Swift Shift/
Even if your grans bewitched me I'd turn the curse into a gift/
Your game can't put a bitch on cloud 9 like blazing a weak spliff/
If you weak Niggas try to push weights your arms will fall off/
try to battle with The TACTICAL LYRICIST your head will fall off/
as if you on ur knees and I'm a Muslim with a blade chanting ALLAH AKBAR/
I'm like a TIGER in the WOODS you motherfuckers are not on my PAR/
fuck an upside down pyramid your lyricism is unstable like a 3 wheeled car/
I'm the Dominant Almighty I'll pop a cap in God's ass with a shooting star/
you Rappers are like ants of the same wack colony, I'll fit ya'll in a glass jar/
I can script a sick verse on a game of scrabble/
spit sicker than Jesus' most demented parable/
No rapper is of my species, so I aint a cannibal/
I'm the lyrical animal performin a lyrical miracle/
TACTICAL LYRICIST the resultant of Pythagoras theoretical scripts/
I'll chop off a blind rappers fingers and see how he'll read his braile scripts/
TACTICAL LYRICIST.
Xolani Ace Brooms
Click-clak! lemme strip em off lyk a gun/jus 2 prove im da best Wrapper wit killa lyrics leavin puppets Dead buried inside christmas gifts yun/even if word-plays wer sympathetic u stil wudnt excuse da Pun/sat bak, gav em a chance 2 spit dope lyrics bt provd dey aint got nun/ufck cliches, i stil shine bright n im stil hot lyk a sun/rhymes similar 2 a Rover's sun-roof dey stay on top of da Range/verse so sick u wud swear linez wer written in a hospital ward/thank God's friday, let da champaigns pop/beer cases drop/got a cold shoulda n SH is a mortuary... done seein diz dead rapperz... Im outta 2 celebr8t deir death!...braah!
Wandile Madoda Dlamin
In toilet lingo Wandill is number two//
Made for the sewage,you can tell by how i do//
emcees GO AWAY you false and watch me STAY true//
My urine intoxicates even toilet microbes//
Vocab so rich its wanted by Forbes//
You niggas ain't productive like a bitch in menopause//
Got more gifts than Santa Clause,am the effect and the cause//
Firing Rick Ross so you know who is boss//Imagine what i'll do to you if i enjoyed Christ on the cross//
Who is this major//
My dick's your mom's toilet paper//
No scripts cause i equate an actor to a faker//
Behind these bars like Selebi bitch bow//
snitch now damn fags//on the roll like car mags//from riches to rags//
WAND-ILL
Theo Conscious Singo
It's mathematically proven I'm the best in here/
U don't believe me? Well pay attention u fag/
Here's the Proof:
Suppose:a + b = c, applied in a practical theorem of a forensic lyrists/
This can also be written as:4a - 3a + 4b - 3b = 4c - 3c/
After reorganizing a verbal thesis/
I murder u mathematically like: 4a + 4b - 4c = 3a + 3b - 3c/
Take the constants out of the wack mc brackets:4 * (a+b-c) = 3 * (a+b-c)
Remove the same term left and right and bury the fagot:/
4 = 3, meaning 4 of my lines can kill 3 generations/
90% of y'all are wack beyond description/
I'm the illest you've ever heard i enhance inspiration/
My art of writing has become a forgotten miracle/
I use to converse with lyricists but now they speak to me in parables/
we use to write food for thoughts, now they ghostwrite catchy hooks/
their pictures are worth a 1000 words, mine are worth a 1000 books/
Matter of fact a 1000 schools/
Over the years i gained the ability to actively modulate your moods/
a tool that facilitates clarity of thoughts/
precisely why I'm always pleased with my efforts/
My punchlines are agendas for meetings of the minds/
True lyricism spit knowledge over the course of many lifetimes/
Writing my rhyme online is not a social experiment/
Before I write a verse I transcend into a trance/
Thru meditation I empty my thoughts into tube of my pen/
say word!
Gift G Sefak
I wud do a verse to wow yal , or get ya gal weter dan spring fall , m da sht, answerd d fone wen nature called, wil neva cut ma hair bt u hear em say G balled, ha...m wat these rappers wna be , do maths so ur galz want SUMma me , ur gal caln me ha baby like she motherd me , i knw u feeln me so much, u wish u cud be touchn me , open mic at da slaugter house bt al i kil iz da verse , feel da PAIN den i drive away n a pimped out herce , sht i wuld neva play games wid ya , got dragon ballz so da flames stil cum at ya , m ill , hav u admitn it like confesions usher...yeah, curtains openin bt i am stil showin off , turn yal galz on bt wen she wid u she stil showin off , makin it rain so chix wil neva b stormin off....we cn both cum like we do porn bt i go hardcore...u like 2 years in college...u are softemore....done!
...:::G:::...
Phatmouse Da Grindsmith
lol verses deserve hearses, horse driven/
the worst is the whores think they be raw spittin/
Your ghost writer bit that shit from my spirit/
so these Hieroglypics' over your helmet like sky limits/
divine lyrics/defyin gimmicks/
5 minutes with this lyrically miraculous/
syllable assassin is/similar to hacking cats/
into little party packs/playin smart has its draw backs/
kinda like this, 1 Kay let your jaw crack/
freestyle hustle-day, Papes put Sappi out/
Clean your fuckin fingertips, can't blame your crappy mouth/
Cats is Rats, so Phat be a happy Mouse/
Put ur script where it belongs, and throw the nappy out/
Lerato Lady E Seane
i see new cats droping frees/
i see cool cats with the Lady E/
I see hood rats change to church/
I see blue pens change to black/
I see Lady E still the queen/
I see to sum I'm still the king/
I see grave yard workers/
I see.......................dead rappers/
Monday 10 January 2011
Freestyle Frenzy [2011 Edition]
A compilation of 2010's freestyles... It's up to you to decide who's hot or not!
Phatmouse Da Grindsmith
My style free like the shit black people love/
I'm spike lee with amenhoteps evil glove/
Syllable placement leave ur style lookin ancient/
I was spittin way before Solomon was a mason/
What u facin is/ similar to lacin kid's/ crayonz with anthrax/
I paint verbally, killer in spandex/
My style timeless like ur wrist walkin thru Jsec at midnite/ on the mic i give light/
Make Osiris son (sun) look dumb, i'm that bright/ get it right/
like my ghost write in nike/ Biko on the Shid's status i write what i like/
Rashid Kay
River Nile freestyle flows upwards, pass the pyramids to the Meditarenean/
See? Zodiac had 12 suns and I'm the brightest shining Sagittarian/
Vegetarian dish green ozone friendly/
Starin at lesbians be the only time you see homos manly/
Fucked up like i was mentally conceived/
Knowlegde droppin till every province is convinced/
Rashid be the light giving sun among you/
Can't be crucified, executed, can't even be hung too/
Bullets in abundance so I practise Gun-Fu/
Diplomats and political correct officials frustrated/
Just be cause I said Caster is short for Castrated/
Mpho Ratshefola
Mphoza R the wierdest mc to grab the mic and murder it- I dipped my verses in bird blood and they floated higher than spaceships- Man I'm writing rhymes in bold letters hoping to get more emphasis- My girl hasn't given me any since i gave her my ABSA card with credit- I've been starved off sex so i'm looking for someone to beef with/ Crazy but sensible i'm always having fun when writing scripts/ Like Cage N Tame I'd rather be dead than be a rapper who raps about how great he is...
Wand-Ill Madoda Dlamini
Got flu as if being this sick was inadequate/
On point i am that accurate, i'm so great/
You know i am done when i say check-mate/
I live within logic with a world view that's gothic/
i got it like shit and the word grit/
I AM IT AND THAT'S IT/
Peketsi Mc Nay-Nay
Death by containment, preservation of the soul!
Locked up in the game i won't even get parole!
Go ahead and grip-blox! Aim at u with six-glocks!
U'll have to live life on hyperdermic needles to get shots!
I drain out yo lyrics and watch ur skill tupple flat!
U can't freestyle, u screwed off the top like bottle caps!
I'm everywhere at all times, G.P.S!
Ur time's up, Miss P Next!
I circumsize emcees with circuits under the current circumstances!
I juggle javelines and joust with lit lances!
U'd swear they were clean toilets cuz they aint got shit!
They off their aim that's why they can't make hits!
Transparent transmission, they can see me changing!
Transfiguring emcees, i leave rappers re-arranging!
Theo Conscious Singo
My flow is the mother tongue, punchlines are father time/
I'm just a lost child whom words fail to define/
I refine rusty minds with lines that I pronouns/
I show no remorse/
What makes u think u r qualified to speak on behalf of the greater source/
Prominent thoughts elegant scrolls dominant flows/
When i cypher even a beatbox and his voicebox file for divorce/
Exchange props before he loses his voice/
Live branch rappers hanging like willows/
Black out on similes, use nouns as blankets and verbs as pillows/
Spit so sickening/ Bless heads like christening/
Live u motionless like the statue of Nelson in sandton/
This is conscious-dynasty i'm the rhyme emperor/
I'm on point like the end of a sentence with no grammatical error/
Everytime i battle i add rappers to a death statistic/
They new to this, i've been ill since the dead sea was only sick/
I'm skilled in fact i'm an ill lyricist/
They dicks infact they sick with syphilis/
I push limits till they defy laws and push me back/
Choke ur extraterrestrial ass with an orion belt/
Wisdom with verbs magic with lyrics metaphors r fly like birds/
I battle with pictures and cause death worth a thousand words/
Stanley Bonus
I forge lyrics and force gimmicks to break down!
I'm the rhymesmith plannin and perpetrating yo take down!
I make movies and video clip wings on hell's angels!
Mechanical flow pushing buttons like touchin navals!
They call me dope cuz i attain access to yo brain thru the nasal!
Cavity search yo lyrics and leave u wired like cables!
These niggas are 808drums, i listen to'em jus for kicks [Nice]/
They call themselves dowgs, but i'm the one that got ticks [Nikes]/
They better keep quiet like a prison full of mutes/
While i'ma keep blowing like a room full of nukes/
Lyrics on point, Ford doesn't have as much Focus/
If u didn't know... This was... Bonus/
It's A Rap...
Phatmouse Da Grindsmith
My style free like the shit black people love/
I'm spike lee with amenhoteps evil glove/
Syllable placement leave ur style lookin ancient/
I was spittin way before Solomon was a mason/
What u facin is/ similar to lacin kid's/ crayonz with anthrax/
I paint verbally, killer in spandex/
My style timeless like ur wrist walkin thru Jsec at midnite/ on the mic i give light/
Make Osiris son (sun) look dumb, i'm that bright/ get it right/
like my ghost write in nike/ Biko on the Shid's status i write what i like/
Rashid Kay
River Nile freestyle flows upwards, pass the pyramids to the Meditarenean/
See? Zodiac had 12 suns and I'm the brightest shining Sagittarian/
Vegetarian dish green ozone friendly/
Starin at lesbians be the only time you see homos manly/
Fucked up like i was mentally conceived/
Knowlegde droppin till every province is convinced/
Rashid be the light giving sun among you/
Can't be crucified, executed, can't even be hung too/
Bullets in abundance so I practise Gun-Fu/
Diplomats and political correct officials frustrated/
Just be cause I said Caster is short for Castrated/
Mpho Ratshefola
Mphoza R the wierdest mc to grab the mic and murder it- I dipped my verses in bird blood and they floated higher than spaceships- Man I'm writing rhymes in bold letters hoping to get more emphasis- My girl hasn't given me any since i gave her my ABSA card with credit- I've been starved off sex so i'm looking for someone to beef with/ Crazy but sensible i'm always having fun when writing scripts/ Like Cage N Tame I'd rather be dead than be a rapper who raps about how great he is...
Wand-Ill Madoda Dlamini
Got flu as if being this sick was inadequate/
On point i am that accurate, i'm so great/
You know i am done when i say check-mate/
I live within logic with a world view that's gothic/
i got it like shit and the word grit/
I AM IT AND THAT'S IT/
Peketsi Mc Nay-Nay
Death by containment, preservation of the soul!
Locked up in the game i won't even get parole!
Go ahead and grip-blox! Aim at u with six-glocks!
U'll have to live life on hyperdermic needles to get shots!
I drain out yo lyrics and watch ur skill tupple flat!
U can't freestyle, u screwed off the top like bottle caps!
I'm everywhere at all times, G.P.S!
Ur time's up, Miss P Next!
I circumsize emcees with circuits under the current circumstances!
I juggle javelines and joust with lit lances!
U'd swear they were clean toilets cuz they aint got shit!
They off their aim that's why they can't make hits!
Transparent transmission, they can see me changing!
Transfiguring emcees, i leave rappers re-arranging!
Theo Conscious Singo
My flow is the mother tongue, punchlines are father time/
I'm just a lost child whom words fail to define/
I refine rusty minds with lines that I pronouns/
I show no remorse/
What makes u think u r qualified to speak on behalf of the greater source/
Prominent thoughts elegant scrolls dominant flows/
When i cypher even a beatbox and his voicebox file for divorce/
Exchange props before he loses his voice/
Live branch rappers hanging like willows/
Black out on similes, use nouns as blankets and verbs as pillows/
Spit so sickening/ Bless heads like christening/
Live u motionless like the statue of Nelson in sandton/
This is conscious-dynasty i'm the rhyme emperor/
I'm on point like the end of a sentence with no grammatical error/
Everytime i battle i add rappers to a death statistic/
They new to this, i've been ill since the dead sea was only sick/
I'm skilled in fact i'm an ill lyricist/
They dicks infact they sick with syphilis/
I push limits till they defy laws and push me back/
Choke ur extraterrestrial ass with an orion belt/
Wisdom with verbs magic with lyrics metaphors r fly like birds/
I battle with pictures and cause death worth a thousand words/
Stanley Bonus
I forge lyrics and force gimmicks to break down!
I'm the rhymesmith plannin and perpetrating yo take down!
I make movies and video clip wings on hell's angels!
Mechanical flow pushing buttons like touchin navals!
They call me dope cuz i attain access to yo brain thru the nasal!
Cavity search yo lyrics and leave u wired like cables!
These niggas are 808drums, i listen to'em jus for kicks [Nice]/
They call themselves dowgs, but i'm the one that got ticks [Nikes]/
They better keep quiet like a prison full of mutes/
While i'ma keep blowing like a room full of nukes/
Lyrics on point, Ford doesn't have as much Focus/
If u didn't know... This was... Bonus/
It's A Rap...
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