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
