Free for Nothing

Never ending cyphers since 2002

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Kizito
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Wed Mar 31, 2010 12:39 pm

Full stop like the end of the word, probably is/

end of the world? no man its probably Kiz/

im hard rock cant punch my lines u probably kiss/

this shakespearian flow, i grind whilst you'r "so net"/(sonnet)

u byte like ping requests, on kingly quests/

i leave, on a pilgrimage, i journey West/

like the sun.. after rise i do nothing but spread light/

Hip hop is my butter cup, i eat it, its bread like/

Explicit, im red light, what was ur dad like?/

hie im -tion, after the Ambi-, ur darkness is made light!/
Nur
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Sat Apr 10, 2010 9:20 pm

i'm back with another one/ rising up in the ranks like mr loverman/

goin against the norm like a black coloured lamb/

morph into THE GOAT that no ones Gruffer dan/

u cant crush me, ma style is liquid dats above the sand/

i keep flowing and will always be able to overcome a dam/

always able like the son of man/ da second new born/ except i'm immortality in its true form/

its the eve of a new dawn/ turn the heat on you luke warms/ i'm Anakin hot/

the canabis pot/ smokes me to get higher than a bird with a ladder on top/

the potent poet who doesn’t use words but spits banners in bulks/

messages dat’ll shatter your skulls/

jus so u can have an open mind to show you what matters. Dats all/

begin the construction as your mental Bruce Banner’s engulfed/

so now that your minds splattered in blood/

see dat its in your mental that the answer is locked/

now put it back together and understand that you’re more/

lives don’t have to be lost for you to gather your thoughts/

cuz enough will only be enough after Barrak has been shot/

fuck that our will's been uncovoured/ no more do we have to sing of our brothers/

or questions of, 'how long shall they kill our prophets/

cuz all I eva had/ is the world in ma very hands/

all u need is in ur grasp dont let them turn you to a decimal/

be whole again/ and the shut gates will begin openning/
mceeQ
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Wed Apr 14, 2010 10:12 pm

gates doors and shutters even mates bree's and brothers

all gather to this lyrical display above others

its a none starter who steals da light u gotta bring ur fiery spite

and raze all competition darker than a cold moonless night

these rappers raise their game to fight injustices all over mics

and killing wack emcees chucking em in boxes like da poltergiest//

pardon my spellings and demeanor plus my senior stance

i been on this site before R2D asked Nyra to a dance

cruising and surveying the well spoken spiritual gems

individual stems dat grow outta flows from AHH's pivotal clans

da old school dat built us check thru previous posts and become a man

coz without this site noe of yall would truly be african hip hop fans....
Nur
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Wed Apr 28, 2010 11:06 am

so i take ma que from the Mc/ standing in line are the fluids of gem seeds/

patiently waiting to buy or woo your attention/ fuck it! I’m spewing the flem free/

yall in depth, but dont fear for a ressesion/ the mic called me, and i blessed it/ less shit/

naked truth and not dressed wit/ dresses, theres a point like turned on breast tits/ the best is/

less sick/ than this west african emcee/ forcefull entry/

as u get ur ears raped, its dross pulled wrenched with/

it used as the rag to gag your duck taped muted neck shrieks/

n bring death to the empty/ hollow minds meet deep thoughts/

hello guys, we’ve become/ bean stalks/ climb up to reach the fi fum/

fee fye with these rhymes dipped in desease funk/ fungus on the gun tips/

bubonic brewed sonic/ food for this/ mass famine mahatma ghandi looking fools calling/

I say get ur tools sharpened/ so I slay some crayons/

on the page until it brings the blood red rain drops/

Now cover your rib cage son/ feed yourself so you can see yourself with a cape on/

now take the cape off/ and cover up the naked nation/

give her warmth, show her that the cold air is only lives in the days gone/
41Trippa
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Fri May 14, 2010 10:38 am

Last December Nur rang them bells an' banged tha chimes

laid down some wicked text, penned some lines and vibes

unlike recessions, tha catz' focused .. his rhymes is heavy

and like ah river, he flowin' over banks an' levies

cause it's "go get it season" an' it's "go get it time"

Freein' Fo' Nuthin .. ya'll best respect tha rhymes/ an' scriptz

this shit is sweet!! Sweetah than honey .. call it "honey dip"

this free fa' nuthin' ... that's right, I ain't gonna hold my breath

five playas, one deck .. tha dealer steady dealin' death

i gotta hock my my soul just to insure my health

MAN, it'd be easier ta O.D. while inhalin' METH

at least the TANG~ibles WoUld "BEE" KILLAH when tha flow is felt

Free For Nothing!!
Nur
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Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:46 pm

Da dealer dealing death, ma flows been banned from the Casino/

immortality being jacked like Nino/ Its neat though/ how people think they can read so/

much into ma castle, yet their vision is limited to the key hole/

i show u what i want to show u/ u see only what ur capable of seeing, just let me grow you/

i turn death into clean laundry cuz its dealer has to fold too/ i live free with no you/

watch me as i throw shoes/ cuz i gotta leave ma footpirnt on the hard dirt/

step in, ma sole filled with dark earth/

aint wiping shit off, i gotta dirty things up/ bird wit wings cut/

reminiscing on days that the eart was still up/

now their standing on where all their shit dropped/

the white dove drenched in thick blood/ slumped by my feet, unable to lift up/

i pick it up and dip ma pen in it/ start writting till ma notepads drenched in it/

the mute bird wistles again wen it sees/ ma notepad airbourn flapping its pages/

so happy it laid eggs/ that hatchet into babies/ who had rap verses to play with/

a teacher to show them how to strenghten their frail wings/

how to soar in the skies and harnes the stray winds/

the hand scribbles poems and the wingless whistle on/

in the end the dead can live again/
Nur
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Thu Jul 08, 2010 10:37 pm

ghosts are seeing u, u aint seeing ghosts/

ma verses leaves in its wake a bunch of dead bodies and deleted posts/

A lion listening to all you bleeting goats/

ur noise alerts me to your presence for ma weapon to decease u folks/

ma teeth in throats/ no twilight after life as u loose breath/ u'll be food next/

me sitting where the herd was chewing on a toothpick/

yall feeling yourselves too much like u just grew tits/

yall aint producing nothin like a mule dick/ mute it/

stop saying nothing go buy new lips/ lips dat dont detach/

this gift is not for hands/ that cant lift it out the stand/

u try to lift it but u cant/

i'm the king arthur of this rap shit, with the mic in the stone/

with the crown nicely lined on ma dome/

ma ass on the cushion thats attached to the throne/

in ma kingdom built with ink cum making the mansion my own/

the mansion called greatest, with one soul who sit in his home/ ME!
41Trippa
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Sat Jul 10, 2010 11:11 pm

[quote name="Nur"]Da dealer dealing death, ma flows been banned from the Casino/

immortality being jacked like Nino/ Its neat though/ how people think they can read so/

much into ma castle, yet their vision is limited to the key hole/

i show u what i want to show u/ u see only what ur capable of seeing, just let me grow you/

i turn death into clean laundry cuz its dealer has to fold too/ i live free with no you/

watch me as i throw shoes/ cuz i gotta leave ma footpirnt on the hard dirt/

step in, ma sole filled with dark earth/

aint wiping shit off, i gotta dirty things up/ bird wit wings cut/

reminiscing on days that the eart was still up/

now their standing on where all their shit dropped/

the white dove drenched in thick blood/ slumped by my feet, unable to lift up/

i pick it up and dip ma pen in it/ start writting till ma notepads drenched in it/

the mute bird wistles again wen it sees/ ma notepad airbourn flapping its pages/

so happy it laid eggs/ that hatchet into babies/ who had rap verses to play with/

a teacher to show them how to strenghten their frail wings/

how to soar in the skies and harnes the stray winds/

the hand scribbles poems and the wingless whistle on/

in the end the dead can live again/[/quote]

RAW? Ya know it! Nur ... this is hella that!!
Nur
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Tue Jul 13, 2010 10:47 pm

preciate it man... u shud drop some of your shit too brah
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