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Monday, November 24, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
A Beautiful Place
Am from a war infested continent/
Where child soldiers will shoot you and kill the president/
The war zone is a Play Station, Grand Theft is a Joke to them/
Oil for food, blood for diamonds, Lord please talk to them/
The wars are made of Lords that are gods for those that be serving them/
Africa is a rich continent with rich Presidents/
Presidents are dissidents of the privileged/
Greed over matter but the world says it doesn’t matter/
Wars served on the platter, we left with children without mothers/
Cos fathers were murdered with brothers they fathered/
and mothers wereturned into slaves that serve sex/
The rapping is here
Am a black belt rapper when I come to the mic I spit vapour/
I beat up Mcs with mic in the ring they call me Tyson/
You wouldn’t reach a second round even if you had to take Viagra/
Am like a four litter engine on the mic u can call me a guzzler/
My rhyme pattern is better than that man u call the veteran/
Am lyrically fit the punch lines I spit come in six packs/
My rhymes do push ups making Mcs do sit ups/
I get down like G strings on the Mic I leave Mcs butt naked/
Its so easy to see why these MCs cant math my skills/
I spit five pages of rhymes u can multiply that by three/
I create photographic images when I spit rhymes in 3d/
A black State of Mind
What is love?
Love is when a man begins to hallucinate.
What is hate/
Hate is that feeling that makes your beat.
What is Peace?
Peace is when you put two fingers up, but don’t mean it.
What is war
War is when the white man makes money when black people shoot each other.
What is a gun?
A gun is that thing that makes you think you have the power.
What is a funeral/
A funeral is that event that black people never miss.
What is a good politician/
A good politician is a pile of shit that disguises itself as a stool.
What is a politician?
A politician is a stool that thinks you are fool.
What is the truth?
The truth is that thing that black people seem to miss.
Love is when a man begins to hallucinate.
What is hate/
Hate is that feeling that makes your beat.
What is Peace?
Peace is when you put two fingers up, but don’t mean it.
What is war
War is when the white man makes money when black people shoot each other.
What is a gun?
A gun is that thing that makes you think you have the power.
What is a funeral/
A funeral is that event that black people never miss.
What is a good politician/
A good politician is a pile of shit that disguises itself as a stool.
What is a politician?
A politician is a stool that thinks you are fool.
What is the truth?
The truth is that thing that black people seem to miss.
Tribute to Ernesto Alfabeto Nhamuave
Ernesto Alfabeto Nhamuave (R.I.P)
Hey my darling don’t worry I will be back in November/
I miss you so much it seems like ave been here forever/
I already bought my train ticket I think it was back in September/
ave started counting days cos things here are getting worse/
we haven’t been to work in the last four days cos South Africa hates us/
Last night I saw on the news they burnt a man to his death/
They say they don’t like foreigners so they put tire to his neck/
They threw a petrol bomb filled with gasoline and lit his body to flames/
I didn’t have time to pack my bags cos they stole the few things that I had/
1000s of us have been forced into refugee camps/
Winter time is here and we don’t even have sleeping mats/
They burnt my shack to the ground even your photos to ashes/
I think I’ll come home earlier than I had originally wanted/
And the man they burnt to ashes that was the husband you loved/
No memories for you left cos they even took my wedding band/But don’t worry am in heaven now please look after my son….PEACE
Hey my darling don’t worry I will be back in November/
I miss you so much it seems like ave been here forever/
I already bought my train ticket I think it was back in September/
ave started counting days cos things here are getting worse/
we haven’t been to work in the last four days cos South Africa hates us/
Last night I saw on the news they burnt a man to his death/
They say they don’t like foreigners so they put tire to his neck/
They threw a petrol bomb filled with gasoline and lit his body to flames/
I didn’t have time to pack my bags cos they stole the few things that I had/
1000s of us have been forced into refugee camps/
Winter time is here and we don’t even have sleeping mats/
They burnt my shack to the ground even your photos to ashes/
I think I’ll come home earlier than I had originally wanted/
And the man they burnt to ashes that was the husband you loved/
No memories for you left cos they even took my wedding band/But don’t worry am in heaven now please look after my son….PEACE
Taken from "Let it be" from the Album Black September
I cant win the fight but I got to keep pushing/
Giving up will be losing so I got to keep moving/
I lost too many friends to the HIV Virus/
How many more will I loose to the Gun Shot Violence/
Economic Situation does nothing but bind us/
On the narrow dusty streets ain’t nobody can find us/
We the lost generation with no hope for ruserrection/
We need divine intervention to save t he young black nation/
It ain’t hard to tell it was written like Nas/
Hard times define us poverty likes blacks/
Affirmative action, a shitty life is what we live/
Funerals are events, black people never miss/
A black life aint worth nothing till u see it in the wood/
That’s when u start praying asking God why they kill us/
Prejudice is what we see on a daily Fu*%% basis/
But why is it silenced like domestic violence is?
I cant win the fight but I got to keep pushing/
Giving up will be losing so I got to keep moving/
Giving up will be losing so I got to keep moving/
I lost too many friends to the HIV Virus/
How many more will I loose to the Gun Shot Violence/
Economic Situation does nothing but bind us/
On the narrow dusty streets ain’t nobody can find us/
We the lost generation with no hope for ruserrection/
We need divine intervention to save t he young black nation/
It ain’t hard to tell it was written like Nas/
Hard times define us poverty likes blacks/
Affirmative action, a shitty life is what we live/
Funerals are events, black people never miss/
A black life aint worth nothing till u see it in the wood/
That’s when u start praying asking God why they kill us/
Prejudice is what we see on a daily Fu*%% basis/
But why is it silenced like domestic violence is?
I cant win the fight but I got to keep pushing/
Giving up will be losing so I got to keep moving/
Truth be told
Truth be told
Justice is a guy that died longtime ago/
Hope is that beautiful girl that am still tryna date/
Happiness is like father Christmas (does he exist?)/
Trust was murdered cold blooded I saw her in the hearse/
Love is that guy on drugs always hallucinating/
Peace is serving time in jail and they wont let him out/
Cos the white man threw the keys and gave us guns instead/
God is that Good Guy that they misunderstand/
Yeh God is that Good guy that they falsely crucified/
Justice is a guy that died longtime ago/
Hope is that beautiful girl that am still tryna date/
Happiness is like father Christmas (does he exist?)/
Trust was murdered cold blooded I saw her in the hearse/
Love is that guy on drugs always hallucinating/
Peace is serving time in jail and they wont let him out/
Cos the white man threw the keys and gave us guns instead/
God is that Good Guy that they misunderstand/
Yeh God is that Good guy that they falsely crucified/
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Why does it hurt so bad
lets just kiss and say goodbye/
its a good thing we hooked up but i gotta say bye/
its pity we never saw we let a good thing pass bye/
ask any passerby, everybody knows that we had a good thing/
everyday i look back and see how i was so hooked in/
its not a good thing that u n i lost that good thing/
sometimes i wish i could forget the past and start over like Mondays/
but life is like a drag sometimes it reminds me of Sundays/
but am gon let this one slide and pretend it never happened/
cos my heart is broken like petals of a flower i planted/
i lost hope like farmers sowed seeds that never grew/
sipping on Brandy, Broken hearted, telling myself i wish i knew/
confrotation was good cos deep inside i know i grew/
nobody can tell me am no good but myself and me/
love is a beautiful thing until you know how painful it can be/
its a good thing we hooked up but i gotta say bye/
its pity we never saw we let a good thing pass bye/
ask any passerby, everybody knows that we had a good thing/
everyday i look back and see how i was so hooked in/
its not a good thing that u n i lost that good thing/
sometimes i wish i could forget the past and start over like Mondays/
but life is like a drag sometimes it reminds me of Sundays/
but am gon let this one slide and pretend it never happened/
cos my heart is broken like petals of a flower i planted/
i lost hope like farmers sowed seeds that never grew/
sipping on Brandy, Broken hearted, telling myself i wish i knew/
confrotation was good cos deep inside i know i grew/
nobody can tell me am no good but myself and me/
love is a beautiful thing until you know how painful it can be/
The Mic device
Am faster than the speed of light /
faster than the bottle of wine u drink for the first time/
am deeper than toilet bowls/
my rhymes are longer than toilet rolls that you wipe your shit with/
am quick with the mic device every time I come to spit this, so eat this/
I run thru this verse so fast like Michael Johnson on drugs even breaks wouldn’t stop me/
am faster than aids infections/
condoms wouldn’t save your life like the air bags they put in new cars/
I told u that was bad like Michael Jackson u couldn’t beat me/
that’s why I serve you like restaurants that have no waiters/
but I still remain discreet like your girlfriends G string/
my flow is so systematic like H to the 0/
am unstoppable like crime on Joburg streets/
am envied by women like Pamela Anderson’s tits/
like blood I creep from the underground pits/
my point is always on cos I never seem to miss the beat/
am so ill when I come like contraception mcs need to take pills/
am so elevated don’t need elevators to take me to the top/
if I flop don’t mean am weak you can blame it on the beat/
am too deep like diamond minds am still waiting to be discovered/
like John Barnes I keep kicking it until I reach the goal post/
Mcs still boast that they lost cos they boast about the gold chains hanging on their necks/ slaves that are lost/
blind to the fact that they locked in the chains that they strap on their wrist/
call it a Rolex I call it a bondage/its not the white man that’s underground digging the diamond and gold/ the mic device is mine/ the mic device is a friend of mine.
faster than the bottle of wine u drink for the first time/
am deeper than toilet bowls/
my rhymes are longer than toilet rolls that you wipe your shit with/
am quick with the mic device every time I come to spit this, so eat this/
I run thru this verse so fast like Michael Johnson on drugs even breaks wouldn’t stop me/
am faster than aids infections/
condoms wouldn’t save your life like the air bags they put in new cars/
I told u that was bad like Michael Jackson u couldn’t beat me/
that’s why I serve you like restaurants that have no waiters/
but I still remain discreet like your girlfriends G string/
my flow is so systematic like H to the 0/
am unstoppable like crime on Joburg streets/
am envied by women like Pamela Anderson’s tits/
like blood I creep from the underground pits/
my point is always on cos I never seem to miss the beat/
am so ill when I come like contraception mcs need to take pills/
am so elevated don’t need elevators to take me to the top/
if I flop don’t mean am weak you can blame it on the beat/
am too deep like diamond minds am still waiting to be discovered/
like John Barnes I keep kicking it until I reach the goal post/
Mcs still boast that they lost cos they boast about the gold chains hanging on their necks/ slaves that are lost/
blind to the fact that they locked in the chains that they strap on their wrist/
call it a Rolex I call it a bondage/its not the white man that’s underground digging the diamond and gold/ the mic device is mine/ the mic device is a friend of mine.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
A day before
A day before
If I had to go back to the day b4/
I’ll write a letter to my step daughter/
let her know I wish I was there to see her grow older/
reality and life put me in a tight corner/
so me and yo moms had to part ways in that order/
and even though me n you moms are no longer/
at least now I know what it feels like to be father/
except that days now just seem much longer/
and the pain that I still carry on my shoulder/
cos now its clear that I wont see you no more/
but never once think that u don’t matter/
cos in my heart u always be my first daughter/
so if I had to go back to the day b4/
I’ll go back to the day yo moms decided to part ways/
That’s when it came to me in my life u were that worth/
If I had to go back to the day b4/
I’ll write a letter to my step daughter/
let her know I wish I was there to see her grow older/
reality and life put me in a tight corner/
so me and yo moms had to part ways in that order/
and even though me n you moms are no longer/
at least now I know what it feels like to be father/
except that days now just seem much longer/
and the pain that I still carry on my shoulder/
cos now its clear that I wont see you no more/
but never once think that u don’t matter/
cos in my heart u always be my first daughter/
so if I had to go back to the day b4/
I’ll go back to the day yo moms decided to part ways/
That’s when it came to me in my life u were that worth/
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