Friday, January 23, 2009

Reflections


i posted this verse from the Mic device is Mine on www.africanhiphop.com and somebody commented on it, expressing how relavant and powerful these lines are so i thought i shud put it up for our reflections

"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".

Bloggers also check Rez Proph's Rezolution Mixtape droping end of March 2009. Watch out for this kid.

Believe again


whats up blogmates, thanks to all the visitors and all love u showed in 2008. The wheel has already started turning this year, and to all my blogstarz i have good news. This year i will be droping the Much awaited Black September Vol: 2. The release date is september the 8th 2009, but the good news is visitors to my blogs will be able to download it for free as early as June 2009. I already have the single for download on this page make sure u cock a copy and bang it. thanks for all the love.......check out one of the verses below for that gal that made me believe in love again...........God Bless



Believe Again

If I was an artist then I’ll paint a picture of you/
If I was a monk then I’ll have evil thoughts of making love to you/
If I was a prisoner behind bars then I’ll break out of jail just to be with you/
If I was a gun I bet u I wouldn’t be shooting blanks/
If I was a kite I’ll fly high to prove our love has no limits/
See love doesn’t cost a thing, but am not talking about the movie/
Cos if i was a rich, all the money in the world wouldn’t buy your love/
If I was gone till November, then ill go back to September/
So we can create beautiful memories under the beautiful weather


(Hook)
U take me deeper than the banks of the widest rivers/
U take me high to the top of the highest mountains/
U make me smile, u make me laugh with the loudest laughters
U make me want to believe in love again/
U take me there

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Build my life around you




Build my life around you

(1st verse only,out of 3)

her name was joja/she was beautiful/he knew the 1st tym they met that they were suitable/he fell in love with a rare gem shes off the hook/lyk 'mc lyt' on the 2nd verse and joja cooks/shes the type of lady we only fantasise about/style charisma and everything she had it all/she had stars in her eyes/truly remarkable/she told him his charm and smile is what they usually sparkle to/fascinating physic gorgeous honey was perfect/her origins were of a heavenly nature their 1st kiss/he saw sparks/tasted angel lips/faithfully devoted to their courtship/he tortured/himself day and nyt thinking about but the author/of this fairytale was unkind to him he caught her/cheating with another guy/promiscuous/provocative outfit out with the love it provoked him/to choke him/grabs the kitchen knife life escapes open/is how he left his chest bleeding to death/the next thing yes he grabs her needing a breath/

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

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/

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

BlackSeptember Mixtape Vol:2

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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/