The Conscious thread: Let keep this shit on track

[Beesting]

So, Quit stallin, on my count 1,2,3 now lets go

my first time, im a rap virgin, but ima let it flow

Who knows, i might inspire someone out there to grow

the right path to a brother this flow just might show

u better believe, thats exactly what happened to me

the lines of a killer emcee, got me questioning my lifes purpose, my journey

His rhymes are what enlightened and set me free

To soar and float and flutter, a gentle bird I’d be

Soar over war torn mountains, fly over a bloodstained sea

The first lesson I learnt was it would never be an easy journey

Might float like a butterfly, but damn, ive been stung by some bees,

Backstabbing, two timing.. hypocracy is their honey.

Its not an easy path, all you can do is learn,

With its winding twists, and bending curves

Through which we stumble, crawl and swerve…

But still we journey one and all, To start the quest and heed the call.

Sometimes the destination seems beyond our reach,

To touch the freedom, the faith we got to keep…

If we want freedom from war, death and pain. freedom to think again.

Let our lights shine, and inspire others to do the same.

Use this rap game. Its about sharing, who cares about the fame.

Concsious rap. You got to Be the change. Let them know

1,2,3… lets go, whos down with the earthly flow?

That some good script right there main, the flow and the imagery, main you can paint the picture. That was some concsious rap with mad skill. I raise my fist to that. You may say you posted this in the wrong area, nah, main it's surely isn't. Welcome to AHH

[Beesting]

I'm continuing where it's ended.

1,2,3… lets go, whos down with the earthly flow?

It’s me the Beesting cos I’m down with that lyrical growth

Fuck the gloat, ma rhyme can do that for me, and I don’t give a fuck if it takes slow

Cos that’s how I roll with this conscious clique, just so you know

Call me the light to these earthly shadows cos I expose deceit with ma prose

Tell the truth like Christ and stand for it till I’m crucified

Take a hundred whips from wimps writing scripts till I’m classified

But I don’t give a fuck cos in my rhyme there’s still some sense of pride

Even though when I stride I feel like life is matter of land slides

Everybody taking sides, and if you don’t you won’t get recognized

Till you presume wackness in your rhymes cos niggers ain’t showing love

So fuck your fake love if you upping for ma votes in your battles, and just ignore this doc

Hear the tick tock, that’s the clock, time never waits for one to develop

So while you fake around I’ll be on that real shit elevating my state of mind

With ma true underdawgs cos real niggers can spot each other like two birds of the same kind

[MsGaia]

wow... beautiful.

Right, like i said before... im new at all this... that was my first rap.

would you please just guide me as to what i should be doing? tips????

thanks.

Love and light

MsG

[Beesting]

[quote name="MsGaia"]wow... beautiful.

Right, like i said before... im new at all this... that was my first rap.

would you please just guide me as to what i should be doing? tips????

thanks.

Love and light

MsG[/quote]

Thanks for showing love main. About the guidelines, just stick around on AHH, we can help each other grow in this ish. There's some poets here, and they are willing to pass their knowledge anytime. Good luck. Hope you enjoy the Hip Hop expirience. 8)

[mmmrepha]

...spot each other like two birds of the same kind

with different thought processes but the same mind

similar thoughts unwind

to re-define

how we read each-line

when the brain unlocks

delivering skills that writers can't block

chikens and cocks,different letters we all flock

on the same page to share the path we all walk

whether on the same tip

or flow on a separate drift

all our pens lift

to give rhythm to a silent gift

to show off tightness, redicule the flab

once quick to grab

now separate true rap from the "gift of gab"

driven by the will for skill

fucking with different minds untill

we get ill

but we still

feel like there's a void to fill

our journey never ends

secreting endles flows with our pens

dont know if we'll ever stop cause it all depends...

[konko]

dont know if we'll ever stop cause it all depends...

on whether or not the world continues to pretend

that its all good, when it aint... there's still the pain

of homeless niggaz, running the streets, stuck in the game

tryna make it outta da hood, we hussle for food

while dem politician pricks dey be looting our goods

stacking fat change in swiss banks while niggaz starve

fuck saving my neck, i'ma let my voice ring out loud

its our turn now... dis isht is now or never

AFRICA UNITE! let us storm the world together

take back our rightful place, we first class!

children of kush, even the holy book echoes that

so sick n tired of hearin all those white men lies

using the media as a weapon to enslave black minds

we chase the dream not the competition, thats what i'm preachin

better recognise da truth from the mouth dats speakin

let us neutralize dem bad eggs from among us

and support the right men with da right focus

it can be done, and it will be done.... y'all jus chill

Africa's on the rise, fasten ur belt n sit still!



FEELIN THIS THREAD BEE, SUPER!!!!!!!!

[O'rfen]

Sup afrikanz,thought i shud hola b4 i open my big mouth,b blessing this thread soon.

Sup Beesting,i c u stil pollinating tha hiphop sunflowerz,big up my man...

[Beesting]

[quote name="O'rfen"]Sup afrikanz,thought i shud hola b4 i open my big mouth,b blessing this thread soon.

Sup Beesting,i c u stil pollinating tha hiphop sunflowerz,big up my man...[/quote]

Moja son. Drop yours for sure

[antiklokwize]

one Beesting.

The post twenty-ten city centre in 2006.

Newtown, The new Newtown

might as well rename it to small street.

coming to time, wild guess, who's a hungry thief?

briefly, to steal seconds for starters

game arcade minutes timespannin to dcades, for dessert.

more or less on time to inject into the vessels

of spineless mmen with timeless pens

on weed i get high like a state-pen fence

watch when we start to replace the content

of the cold tap,escape tunnel? booby trap...

school these cats, move cruise with raps

cease fire, hand-hadle cows emcee cattle.

word mix trick worlds and miss

the point if you blind.

time up!

[antiklokwize]

Beesting one.

practice perfection, escape global domination

vocal orientation, like Mandela bridge local

onto the facts, who lied?

whose is the fake ideology

ideas of numerology suck!

not a copycat survived when tongue-slayed like Saddam Hussein.

words from the heart's apex

at the tip, of the ice-berg

a cloud about the nineth one.

black minds amalgamated

even ABSA couldn't be more together.

word to the gods.

peace.