B-BOY VERSE OF THE WEEK

You know my style, Golden child,
Outta Phillies I'll roll a Owl,
Forever at odds with our older crowd,
Maybe its over now?

Maybe it'd be the children
that'll realize we rolling foul,
and say maybe we need Allah,
Yahweh or Jehovah now,

Aint a soul in the hood that ain't
lose a love to Cocah now,
I'm from where its LOW morale,
Shoot outs like Ol' Corale,

You know style, Hold a scowl,
like ain't supposed to smile,
You'll fuck around and find my face,
Up in a CIA folder filed,

Soul Halal,
And though Im supposed to Cow,
I don't bow! I roll like a soilder proud,
and talk whats not told aloud,

From where they be blowing trial,
Its nothing to boast about,
I seen shots through the throat go BLOW!
Over smoke and choke a child,

Son on a poster now,
She grieving console her how?
He proposed to this Thug Life
and he broke his vow,

I STILL stroll like my hieght's close to Yao,
and hope I awoke a thou,
while a million--a BILLION
throw in the towel...wow

..but you know what

(MAYBE IT'S OVER NOW)

Broady Boy ACE

What the hell...

Sup Ace...i see you're doin big things mayne...anyway, here's a verse from a track called "Desperados" with my man from the Bay area, Shaya Beyonder.  Check out the track at http://www.soundclick.com/superlyrical

"Instead of cowboy boots, I rock dusty Timberlands

With a black kufi, throwin caution to the wind

These are not six shooters that we bringin to the dance

Heavy artillery, you don't get a second chance

When we, spit the gift, rip split ya crews

You see my...verses hit, you admit you lose

We don't fight fair, we come to pillage ya town

Put up ya hands, or face blood spillage you clown

Game faces on, we gonna knock y'all down

To where you belong - lookin' at us from the ground

We the big dogs - y'all some pups eatin' kibbles and bits

We at the level unforgettable gets

Understand, this ain't ya grandfather's type of showdown

Turn ya block to a ghost town when we throw down

Beyonder wit SL, true desperados

Get ready for war, 'cause we comin' full throttle"

A Genocide

By Wise Intelligent

I’m living this ghetto life with a seed and a wife and it don’t look good…

Crack life done changed my hood; I’m take it back to 81’….

Nicaraguan coca rush contra’s selling coke to us…

CIA don’t make the bust but help it cross the border plus…

They organized the dealers cause Samoza’s contra’s need the…

Dough from off the ghetto streets to over throw the Sandanistas…  

I’m young I’m black and I’m poor now dollars knocking at my door…

Couple of Nicaraguan cats said bring them 8 and I keep 4…

I’m getting this money I’m balling offing this shit to Bloods and Crips…

Locking down these ghetto strips sexing chicks and pushing whips…

Free-basin’s getting thick I’m cooking this powder straight to bricks…

Bout to see a million six never knew how thick this shit could get…

And now the gangs are banging claiming sets and drug possession…

Now we need some better weapons, contra AK-47…

UZI’S, SK-11’s, INTRA-TEKS, homicide…

I’m just a ghetto youth caught up in A GENOCIDE…

VS 2

Lotta innocent lives are lost, black communities paid the cost…

All the drugs and guns we bought financed CIA dirty wars…

I’m just a young boy born down in a ghet-to…

Hanging out on corners cooling with my fel-la’s…

Now I’m sitting in a 6 x 10…got life with no parole…

Crack life done stole my soul, and a nigga got all the blame…

I’m talking tons of crack flying cross the border black…

I ain’t have no part in that where my planes and vessels at?

I’m talking a Dark Alliance CIA, drug dealers, contra’s…

Bad boys who move in silence this a different kind of monster…

Ain’t none of them crackers locked, for the rest of they life in jail…

For the innocent folk they shot, or the drugs and guns they sale…

Now the government “war on drugs” making it look like I’m the reason…

Coca come from overseas and most Americans do believe’em…

Hit me with a CCE (Continued Crime Enterprise)…  

But I’m just a ghetto youth, caught up in a genocide…

VS 3

If a nigga don’t eat, nigga gone starve, nigga don’t got no job…

Played high school ball hoop dreams but I really can’t read…

Start smoking weed gotta escape all the shit I need…

Try da make it to the NBA but a nigga just blew out both his knees…

I’m lonely in these streets…I’m crying on these beats…

But you know I gotta suck that up, cause don’t nobody give a fuck…

Who better to use than me…to move the contra’s coke?

I’m young, I’m black, and I’m poor, and now my spirits broke…

Youth violence escalates black property values drop…

Black leaders hesitate, to reach out to my block…

Ole Earth wanna sell her home for which she paid like ninety gees…

Gang bangers clappin chrome so the bank say it ain’t worth 33…

Gentrification making somebody rich but I know it ain’t me…

Incarceration prison population size increase…

The biggest business in the country now is giving me time…

I’m just a ghetto youth caught up in a genocide…  

"2006 is the year of Intelligence!"

Did  u  hear  this  nicca?/

He  done slide down a razorblade and landed  in a alcohol river/

i deliver slugs free  of  charge/

for  fuckers acting  tuffa than  whut they are/

da  site of  paper gets  my dick  hard !!!!/

i  shit bars,  wipe cars wit  a bad bitch in  da passenger side

u flow  like  me /not likly/ just breath lightly/ off  da  choke  smoke while i  stroke

your wifey/

I write  tightly cause  niggaz  want  my  spot/   blow  pot /  eddie  kane   of  da 

opz/

think  im  pussy  (alright watch) !/  how  these  bullets  follow  da  red  dot /

wet  your  block  like  tsunami   you  can  find  me  laid  up  wit  ur  bitch/drawnin  out  my  blueprints/

it's  da  T-dot  long  time coming waitin to  blow/  niggaz  hatin on  me  tho/

i  don't  know  why  fuck'em/ smuts  i  dick'em  down  than  duck 'em/

hammers  i   hug'em  and  bust 'em/ never  love'em/

cause  i  stay on  some  live  shit/

stay  between  da  thighs  of a  live bitch/

keep  drugs  lite/

now  pop  shit  /  nigga

you  niggas  want  to  start  this?/

and  take a plate  from  a starvin  artist  who's  heartless/

your  minutes  is  up/

keep  hammers  tucked/ got  22's  on  my  back  like  emmett

it's  da  huff  wizard fuck  bitches then  send  them   home  turned  out/

imma  flood  da  strip  wit  product  till  these  blocks  is  burned  out/

you  muthafuckas  don't  understand/  i got  plans  and  schames like

hustleman/ 

each  flow  equal  7  grams  of  raw/  i  spit  lines  you   can  sniff  wit a  straw /   taste  this  shit  !!!!!!!!

ill  give  you  16  bars  plus  a  hook to  chase  it  wit/

your  not  ready  spit  heavy game  at  these  whores/  put  them  on  all  4's/   then  show'em  da door/

tuff  talk  will  get  you nothing  but  war/ so go  ahead  and front  like  it  can't  happen/

been  bombin  and  braggin like  bin  laden/  tapin  c-4  to  your  wagon/

got  clapped  on  now  im  da  one  doing  da  clappin/

holla B-Boy      ill  see  you  at  da  top  that's  where  you'll  find  me/

shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt   im  bout  this  money  and  my  blackopz  members  think  just  like  me.

eddiekane

damn,all the flows here are sick...im loving the blog man(sick 16's)

BORN AND BRED IN THE HEART OF AFRICA

WHERE VIOLENCE IS A NORM

AND PEOPLE ARE MURDERED IN MASSACRES

IM LIKE A JOURNALIST SO JOURNEY WITH ME AS A PASSENGER

OR STAND ON THE OTHERSIDE  AS MY OPPONENT

AS I TRANSFORM INTO BLACKULA

A STREET ARTIST WITH ENOUGH ENERGY TO KEEP ROCKING

IM SLAUGHTERING WACK EMCEES

IT'S LIKE IM SENDING THEM TO THE MEAT MARKET

SPECTATORS KNOW,IM ROCKING THESE FLOWS

SO THEY GIVE ME RESPECT WHEREVER I GO