South African HipHop Bible!

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Clinton
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Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:12 pm

:twisted: yo big ups to all the people in this forum.. & Habbit you tighter than a nun! anyway here's my script of the hip hop bible.. use it as your daily prayer...

You see most of these MC's are testing my patients/

if you know me.. you know people in high places/

this rap game is real i got no time for games/

my words must have superglue on em, cos it sticks to your brains/

it's the wanna be rappers that i set my sights on/

i scare them so bad they gotta sleep with the lights on/

so you wanna spit? but you cant you flavourless/

if words were weapons i'm armed & dangerous/

no matter how good i flow, i know you hate this/

but i'm the chosen one like Neo in Matrix/

i know you want me out this game but im in 2 deep/

im that rap cat that'll put your kid to sleep/.. (shhhhh...)

the bible says that you must love your neighbours/

but where im from we dont love this snitches & haters/

& every MC now envies me/

so many lyrics i could bring out an mp3/

im on a mision to the top.. no time for nonsense/

i carry protection & i aint talking about condoms/

my puchlines are witty like stand-up comedy/

baseball bat to the knees you wont stand up properly/

i went from.. hide & seek.. to hiding heat/

to stashing weed.. to motherf*king smashing knees/

where im from the hustlas is losing profit/

cos the sh*t that they selling they also using from it/

everywhere i go i keep a pen in case a line come/

spitting to myself looks like im chewing a wine-gum/

one punchline will drop your jaw/

one punch to the jaw.. will drop you to the floor/

im like broken glass,step on me & you'll bleed/

go against me a miracle is what you'll need/

they say it's hard to make it in this cut-throat industry/

you'll find it hard to make it with your throat cut in the street/

you dogs must be cats cos you do not bite/

there's a new commandment.. thou shall not BITE/

im the best hands down i don't mean to boast/

when i spit people look like they've just seen a ghost/

the writing skills that i possess/

is how lightning feels when it strikes your chest/

my flow's natural.. like birds & the bees/

so you must be DEAF if you aint heard about me/

what you think's the reason that they call me rowdy/

i got the ability to make a sunny day cloudy/

now if you bite one of this lines... that's when the beef starts/

so many MC's bit from me they left me with teeth marks/

yeeeeeaah! god's got a plan for me/

but my plan's to put an end to your family tree/

WANT MORE?
kast1
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Thu Jun 15, 2006 3:40 pm

sick script kat!!! welcome 2 AHH!!! hope 2 see more of ur ish!!

!P!E!A!C!E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 1
mainman
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Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:13 pm

"Habbit you tighter than a nun!....."

Amen!!

Your stuff is tight son.... welcome!
Clinton
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Wed Jun 21, 2006 1:55 pm

[quote name="Clinton"]:twisted: yo big ups to all the people in this forum.. & Habbit you tighter than a nun! anyway here's my script of the hip hop bible.. use it as your daily prayer...

You see most of these MC's are testing my patients/

if you know me.. you know people in high places/

this rap game is real i got no time for games/

my words must have superglue on em, cos it sticks to your brains/

it's the wanna be rappers that i set my sights on/

i scare them so bad they gotta sleep with the lights on/

so you wanna spit? but you cant you flavourless/

if words were weapons i'm armed & dangerous/

no matter how good i flow, i know you hate this/

but i'm the chosen one like Neo in Matrix/

i know you want me out this game but im in 2 deep/

im that rap cat that'll put your kid to sleep/.. (shhhhh...)

the bible says that you must love your neighbours/

but where im from we dont love this snitches & haters/

& every MC now envies me/

so many lyrics i could bring out an mp3/

im on a mision to the top.. no time for nonsense/

i carry protection & i aint talking about condoms/

my puchlines are witty like stand-up comedy/

baseball bat to the knees you wont stand up properly/

i went from.. hide & seek.. to hiding heat/

to stashing weed.. to motherf*king smashing knees/

where im from the hustlas is losing profit/

cos the sh*t that they selling they also using from it/

everywhere i go i keep a pen in case a line come/

spitting to myself looks like im chewing a wine-gum/

one punchline will drop your jaw/

one punch to the jaw.. will drop you to the floor/

im like broken glass,step on me & you'll bleed/

go against me a miracle is what you'll need/

they say it's hard to make it in this cut-throat industry/

you'll find it hard to make it with your throat cut in the street/

you dogs must be cats cos you do not bite/

there's a new commandment.. thou shall not BITE/

im the best hands down i don't mean to boast/

when i spit people look like they've just seen a ghost/

the writing skills that i possess/

is how lightning feels when it strikes your chest/

my flow's natural.. like birds & the bees/

so you must be DEAF if you aint heard about me/

what you think's the reason that they call me rowdy/

i got the ability to make a sunny day cloudy/

now if you bite one of this lines... that's when the beef starts/

so many MC's bit from me they left me with teeth marks/

yeeeeeaah! god's got a plan for me/

but my plan's to put an end to your family tree/

WANT MORE?[/quote]
Clinton
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Wed Jun 21, 2006 1:55 pm

[quote name="Clinton"]:twisted: yo big ups to all the people in this forum.. & Habbit you tighter than a nun! anyway here's my script of the hip hop bible.. use it as your daily prayer...

You see most of these MC's are testing my patients/

if you know me.. you know people in high places/

this rap game is real i got no time for games/

my words must have superglue on em, cos it sticks to your brains/

it's the wanna be rappers that i set my sights on/

i scare them so bad they gotta sleep with the lights on/

so you wanna spit? but you cant you flavourless/

if words were weapons i'm armed & dangerous/

no matter how good i flow, i know you hate this/

but i'm the chosen one like Neo in Matrix/

i know you want me out this game but im in 2 deep/

im that rap cat that'll put your kid to sleep/.. (shhhhh...)

the bible says that you must love your neighbours/

but where im from we dont love this snitches & haters/

& every MC now envies me/

so many lyrics i could bring out an mp3/

im on a mision to the top.. no time for nonsense/

i carry protection & i aint talking about condoms/

my puchlines are witty like stand-up comedy/

baseball bat to the knees you wont stand up properly/

i went from.. hide & seek.. to hiding heat/

to stashing weed.. to motherf*king smashing knees/

where im from the hustlas is losing profit/

cos the sh*t that they selling they also using from it/

everywhere i go i keep a pen in case a line come/

spitting to myself looks like im chewing a wine-gum/

one punchline will drop your jaw/

one punch to the jaw.. will drop you to the floor/

im like broken glass,step on me & you'll bleed/

go against me a miracle is what you'll need/

they say it's hard to make it in this cut-throat industry/

you'll find it hard to make it with your throat cut in the street/

you dogs must be cats cos you do not bite/

there's a new commandment.. thou shall not BITE/

im the best hands down i don't mean to boast/

when i spit people look like they've just seen a ghost/

the writing skills that i possess/

is how lightning feels when it strikes your chest/

my flow's natural.. like birds & the bees/

so you must be DEAF if you aint heard about me/

what you think's the reason that they call me rowdy/

i got the ability to make a sunny day cloudy/

now if you bite one of this lines... that's when the beef starts/

so many MC's bit from me they left me with teeth marks/

yeeeeeaah! god's got a plan for me/

but my plan's to put an end to your family tree/

WANT MORE?[/quote]
Beesting
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Tue Jul 04, 2006 2:31 pm

I shoot sick spits cos ills be always injected to ma hood

With ma lungs busting poisonous fumes cos government performs acts, all confused

Put college students at risk, next to a pimp and dealers, think they’ll improve

Something I call bullshit, but is all in ma home town on Point Road and down the Wood

Saw a chick down the corner posing them legs, pushing her breast, sparking ma moves

Had to kick it to the broad, but she sold pleasure for a fortune, like Hip Hop heads with commercial tunes

Shot her with the blame dart, until my ears got bombed by a message all defensive

Shit was so intensive; cos she told me self-sustained college living is expensive

The reason people die making cents; death nowadays is internal, cos we joke to hide this shit

HIV been around for some time now, but ma aunt’s death be forever with a stigma

What the fuck is with this enigma, I pray to God to unveil this mist ma

Dropped for a weekend in the township, ma mother has a list of fellow hoodlums already riding the death ship

Passed away with the infection, some with a gun shot, without a doctor to provide injections

Cry God, like ma passed away grand mother, cos when hope is gone, He be the man to provide for a heart that torn

S.A breeding educated criminals, students push blunts and pills, the hustle is the name if the loan ain’t fit

Some more ill-education, cos corruption in parliamentary administration started when we was kids

Place no blames to ma edu-hustlers, cos we all people and need entertainment too

Place a man in a hostel, on a Friday with clubs banging down the block

Thinking I’m insane if books are heavy, thugs need leisure too, fuck the mind lock
Habbit
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Tue Jul 04, 2006 4:17 pm

What do we have here..Yo Beesting, that's a tight script rite there son....Thanx to all peeps postin' in this thread..

Haven't posted in a while myself..let me spit sumthin..

Fu<k unions, my punches strike without mobilisation/

Been capitalising on weak mcees way b4 globalisation/

I'm still spittin' punchlines sicker then Dutch minds/

Even a Geologist's style would neva touch mine's/

Rhymin' might be your Habbit but dude come on/

Unlike Erykah Badu we have nothing in Common/

Your doctor's note's the sickest script u've ever produced/

Like Telkom u runnin' out of lines that's never been used/

Who's flossin'? I'm the illest in the game like Magic Johnson/

Verbally grantin' more death wishes than Charlie Bronson/

U fakes r Whitneys, I'm hotter than Pie City's Steak 'n kidney/

Lyric'lly on point with more Spears than Shakes & Britney/



:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: keep them comin' fellas...ONE :arrow:
Beesting
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Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:30 pm

@ Habbit Feeling you to dawg. Keep this shit cooking.
KayGee
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Wed Jul 05, 2006 4:50 pm

I’ve been thru so much that my heart doesn’t feel anything anymore its all num/

I’ve touched blood with my hands and dragged a dying person with my arm/

I hear the radioe and tvs screaming it’s a brandnew day so smile/

I do catch myself smiling but only for a while/

Then I look in the mirror and say “Dawg its another day to struggle”/

While the royal rumble the weak fall and crumble/

While the needy stumble the greedy ruin it on a double/

Still no help though I know each and every chapter in the bible/

When I pass the privileged they turn around and laugh/

Coz when they lay on their beds I walk on mine (pavement) and its rough/

But I am a black man I have suffered a lot im tough/

Peace Out
Cyphadelic
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Sun Aug 06, 2006 6:22 pm

I'm a syllable slave the result of a stray brainwave

My soul was killed at birth and buried in this carbon based grave

So I don't go to church coz there's nothing left here to save

Treading uncharted territory coz it's my own path I'm tryin to pave

I flow like photons with a style that's positive like protons

Attractin electrons and causing nuclear showers so put your coats on

So who's your role model comin at you full throttle

So many bitch mcees Hip-Hop feels like a fool's brothel

I'm takin you back to the store to claim my deposit like an empty Coke bottle

Your mind is infantile,in my sleep I brainstorm with cats like Aristotle

See you'd need a quantum computer to decipher this lyrical algorithm

I shouldn't be playin with these words no more coz I'm just too agro with 'em

My roots in Hip-Hop are too deep that's why you fail to move me

So just sit back and watch me rise slowly like the credits at the end of a movie

Just tryin to elevate...





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