i flow liquid

I flow liquid like the great Lake Victoria/

si lazima nililie usukani bwana mi si queen Victoria/

I was doing some good vocals called rhyming /

Then I heard the industry was taken over by lining /

To me it was more of nursery school writing/

The mimes we did reciting the wording/

I never intended to be this way but I was damn sick/

I could not find anything that was hip nick/

That would raise attention when sounds /

So I developed a tap that flows with sounds/

It came along with a good surround/

I do steady rhyming to others it would be underground/

I said before I can write I don’t need to be spell bound/

To all the sick ass Emcees please turn around/

How can some one waste a track doing 6 bars/

On a track where real emcees would do 48 bars/

I am hot than what MIMs claims to be/

He can be my number one fun cause I spit hot/

Even his own mama can be dancing to my tunes/

I don’t give a raw deal I give the real deal/

I was here long before some MCs could hold a mic/

For get hold even spell the word Microphone/

Even before in Africa there was the cell phone/

They will fill me when am gone /

But I will have some for them to read and feed on/

Hardstone was never hard he just did his own thing/

I can really hate on anything that comes my way/

Like the liquor in a store to electronics on the shelf/

For life has been full of ish…………………

word to Mugabe

The brother calls himself the president/ to me he is one with so much dent/ it’s like lost his head after an accident / the thing is he never had one before/ how can one be daft with passion/ treating humans so wrong like its part of fashion/actually the whole land is under frustration/ he claims he is true for the nation / but please lets be real he cant be true in that position/ even in hell the devil will have no obligation/ but to send him straight to frustration/ Hussein was hunted but that man loved the nation/ how can we let such kinda human rule a nation/ indeed, he’s ill as any STD's or any sex disease/ just like some dirty rat looking for extra cheese/ we say we are African but I see none in him/ from a far I think he is still in evolution/ there is nothing in him that make man composition/ he is more of like a huge heap of vomit laying around/ I will not read and be silent / truth at any cost knows no silent/ ignorance I amt call it but Zim is total dilemma/ the poverty has cut across the land like crazy/ inflation is building homes like crazy/ it’s a curse to be in that nation/ when all is moving forward they are running backwards/ civilization never took place at Mugabe’s home/ if I was from that country I cant call it home/ home is meant to be swit but no it aint/ its bitter to be from that country/ I mean he is getting ready for war/ and people are getting ready to elect/ the man is too daft to intellect/ I will raise my voice and object/ he is like a house fly waiting over a meal well cooked/ talking of housefly : the ones in his country are staving/ this life there is more than surviving / its more of gapping, and struggling /Rhodesia was the land to be back then/ but now it’s the place not to be/how can we be so silent over this ?/ I feel our brothers in that land/ I wish I could have a helping hand / I cant dismiss the misuse and abuse Mugabe has done for the land/ but all I can do is let the world know that am affected by this / it hurts to read see over the news of the wrong happing to that land/we cant give up hope in that land/ there is hope and be have to believe/ he is an embarrassment to democracy/ killed the economy, nothing there to rip in the country/ soon the country will be a heap of garbage/ life’s a garbage but for Zim its more than that/ its like the idiot was cursed to that land/ he was instrumental in fight for independence but please/ he is fucked up more than he’s economy/ I see no reason to say we are free/ cause there is no freedom/ Zimbabwe needs more that Morgan to see it thru/ it used to be on knees now its on the belly and soon to be buried/ its like stupidity and failure were married in Zim/ I am disappointed lets tell all we feel for Zim needs our voices…………………………………………..

what's war words??

I am rhyme spiting, am beat jerking,/ sound kicking, am writing on a high level,/ I will lit asses like cigarette, and smoke em out,/ while your bitch will be cock sucking reminiscing on the ish you never gave her,/ dawg I murder you again, am natural and not any super cause I cant fit in those shoes,/ I got my own shoes, am E to the M I G double E,/ the only time you talk beef your at the butcher,/ I know am a dissector cause I will cut across with some hot rhymes,/ you walking around miming some nursery school lines./ Please none want to hang by the lines, we need some cool rhymes,/ I will tear you down like Hogan with is silk vests disaster in the ring,/ I will burn you off the mic till you wont find enough time to feel the pain,/ to me I’ll be on the gain doing and digging on with no vain, /you’ll always be a landmark in loss, you’re a mess like a country’s economic loss,/ the distance between you and I is like the difference between the USD and the ZD/ even with time you’ll never get the glimpse/ am like this that will bring distress/ and make you my bitch, mistress/ to sugar coat it just to stay impressed/ you’re so wrong in what you do even the abnormal cant have you,/you’re worst than a miracle baby from pastor deya,/ am here go and you’ll always find me there, /this is where I derive my pleasure / am more than the green man/ you know better than all the rest/ cause am a cut above the rest , the best/ I will give free styles just like freebies/ am own my own level I can even hook up young geez/ I cant hook up a whore from apple bees/ you got nothing that can make you one of us/ your far away from the real thing/ please got work in some home for the rhyme less/ for me my words are endless/ never shameless, and will make you useless/ never match up with me, cause am like a hurricane/ am fighting to meet big daddy kane/ this is me and how I am/ you flexxy ass nigga, you need discipline / and I will be the bad cop in this situation / there is no obligation , but you battling me is a motivation, and you got balls to face me/ its an obligation I gave you words in the first place for at this time you’d be at the last place/ listening my rhymes, I educate and then eliminate/ any fooling around will end up pooling around/ call it a feeling to be dissed by me for am the one/ it’s a privilege for you to face me off/ but the problem I lit you off, so next time see some specialist before you face off an MC like me in war of words!!

don't jerk my rhymes, ask how to do one and will be assisted to do so

Emigee's Ish!!

Do I have to be abusive or submissive

Do I have to be abusive or submissive to have attention that is not inductive; do I have to write the wrong and not the truth? Do I have to write party and life which does not exist, do I have to talk about bitches to get some crowd and talk about how fucked up they are, how they shake there booty at any given time in this world, even at war they will still shake there booty. I don’t need to talk about that, for everyone who has gone thru’ booty needs not to hear about it. The fake ass niggaz who feel they know booty are the ones who talk about it. I fail to understand what people really want, I can’t even get a comment, I have connected with the real world talking of the truth and all it brings to life, the sadness that feels our hearts, but no body seems to feel what I say even a comment to add up on the life struggles. People are all behaving like things are ok, and 90% of singers we have all talk about fantasy, and what they wish to be having, the real sense they are staving, and some are surviving after hiring cars and clothes to shot videos, what’s the point telling lies living in a world with no good, Africa is in crisis the majority are struggling me included, I thank God he gives me life to face each day with all I have. We all have dreams and they all come in true color but the thing is that life there is no color, its garbage and we have to dig to each day to find the good in it. Am with it because am real and not full of fantasy, am working for bare minimum, the gal I was with cant even afford the bare minimum, there is no real or good that can fall in place, I don’t write because I can do so I write the truth and it will for ever be. Some advice to the fake MCs be real talk the truth, stop the dream land, I woke up long ago, I stopped the sleep walk and not am following the dream and where I have reached I thank God for it. Am not rich and am not ashamed of that, life is a struggle and it will for eve be like that. Should I go crazy on my words talk abusive and bitches to be given some comments? Life’s fucked up and that’s the truth and I fuck bitches and I don’t talk about it. I talk of truth so that anyone who has to read can visualize and give thanks for where he or she is and make progress to make life better. Keep in mind there is a small percentage who can afford party once a week leave alone everyday. So if you’re waiting for me to make a party rhyme, maybe in heaven when the entire struggle goes away. So be real!!!

Emigee's ish