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Watch Stogie T Freestyle Friday Ft. Priddy Ugly, Ryda, Nelz, Maraza, Kanyi Mavi, Sir Swank, Cadon Flo, Lyrical Joe, Nyota Parker, Khashane

Check out Stogie T's Freestyle Friday Ft. Priddy Ugly, Ryda, Nelz, Maraza, Kanyi Mavi, Sir Swank, Cadon Flo, Lyrical Joe, Nyota Parker, Khashane

Stogie T features Priddy Ugly, Ryda, Nelz, Maraza, Kanyi Mavi, Sir Swank, Cadon Flo, Lyrical Joe, Nyota Parker, and Khashane on his Freestyle Friday.

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Stogie T is the king of the mic right now in Mzansi. That’s an undisputed fact. Even Sway Colloway agrees. You might as well call him the king of Freestyles because he keeps delivering each passing week.

Every Friday, we get to see him ride with some of the hardest in the rap game. Each rapper he features delivers big time and it’s amazing to see. This time around, he’s in new company and they all slay their way through the beat.

He rides with Priddy Ugly, Ryda, Nelz, Maraza, Kanyi Mavi, Sir Swank, Cadon Flo, Lyrical Joe, Nyota Parker, and Khashane. We can’t deny the talent that’s in play here, and the crazy bars that are dished. We wonder who he’ll be calling upon for next weekend’s freestyle.

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Niggas punching below the weight Taking shots But they never hit the target See what’s I move There’s no stoping me so don’t get me started They show me hate when love is all that I’ve shown I’m only focused on fixing the place that I call a home its broken I’m paranoid Loses got me living in fear And mama sat me down and she drowning in tears She said baby I’m sorry I know you go through a lot First it was your aunty And Not so long it was pops I’m really sad to say that your older brother got shot I was hurt when I heard the news To be honest man I was shocked I stay locked up in my room man it was accept See you can duck from all your problems But you’ll never duck death I’m doing this for mama cause I’m the only one left And I don’t wanna die broke man I refuse to accept Some of the niggas that I call my friends are on them corners pulling missions See I went and chose the mic while they chose pistols gripping instead of hugging the block I was cooking kitchen Cause I ain’t tryna end up in a casket cause didn’t listen

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Facebook: Enashahk Pencils Thegoon Lyrics: "This is a different domain what im sayin is you cant touch us/ saying crush us will get your blood on the streets, we the vein busters/ flames brush up whether you like it or not, the main gossip/ aim proper, or you drop on the spot like you playin possum/ hey doctors! Im bringing you bodies dead on arrival/ im schooling these cats, open books and bang their heads on their modules/ then they bled from the nostrils, but you flee like a selfish chick/ and take footage of whats beyond your reach with a selfie stick/ i am Khashane, im the ice that they melt this with/ your man will get like a pregnant chick from the kicks when she felt a kid/ Bonvoyage entourage! Khashane the beast with more supernatural stories than Islamic Haddith's/ man i can do this in my sleep like i am in dreams/ the iron will be spread on your body like vitamin cream/ you need to smoke your own soul to get higher than me/ im supplying the D because she needs it inside of her jeans/ im very conscious, that nonsense you poppin i nearly chopped ya/ made you drop your head like passengers exiting helicopters/ and i was chillin with your baby, she's very proper/ said she oughta give me a little something for every August/ bury monsters, cause the grim powers is rapping/ i send showers to crash in like twin towers collapsing/ you see what happens? I dont like you monkeys that explore/ so i build a higher fence like its unpredictable next door/ take bus fare, take a bus there, hook up a next thought/ i bust fair take you upstairs i look like a escort/ heavenly father, i dont like this melody garbage/ tryna tap that ass but her viginity's heavily guarded/ im retarded with the raps so perhaps there's nothing that's like me/ the knife will leave a mark on you looking like something that's Nikey"

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It's the return of The Late Bloomer/and I ain't let the hype get to my head like brain tumours/They tell me that I should've been signed like way sooner/So it's fucking "Mask Off", need a clear view of my Future (huh)/I'm far from what you're used to, a mad villain like Freddie Krueger meets Lex Luthor/Back smoking a fat BLUNT with SHARP shooters, some well armed niggas grip TEC-9's & Rugers/Too many niggas out faking the funk, my flow is a stiff drink it packs one hell of a punch/Like an acquired taste, you bite my style to acquire taste/Drop shit that makes the Earth Quake in only one take/Know your place, man of the house on some Real Estate/Kept it LOW KEY have you switching LOCKS to the gate/Invade your space, renovate your place, make you relocate/Want BEEF?, you know where I stay we could raise the stakes (STEAKS)/Start from scratch, tell the Dj let the record play/You can catch, the heat for throwing shade around my way/But I don't pack, the heat I never let it go to waste/Like a heavyweight tryna fit in size twenty eight/I'm not consumed by the hype of being a socialite/I only socialise with open minds at open mics/Futuristic guy my old shit was ahead of time/I SAT with Father Time to prove I can STAND the test of time/You'll be pressed to find a school of thought that's as rare as mine/Bare in mind you're one of a kind but nothing like I/Game of Rap is mine, your Throne is a stool compared to mine/Revolutionised a style that's never been televised/Royce da 5 spitting on Premo beats, in my prime (PRyhme)/With material that drops seasonal like a rare design/When the boy spits (Spitz) it's like Carvela meets Margiela/Cooking up a storm in the kitchen, expect some harsh weather/Don't aske whether the flow or the bars make me better/Show me love in public but people got personal vendettas/What hurts the most is that I don't take things too personal/Unless a person shows they're a serpent, then I'm the first to go.

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Ndipheth’ ibhotile umatshisi ilaphu neparafin, bathi ndingaqhwithi / Lamaphixi phixi manzinzi ahoye ubu-celebrity, / Bayaz’thola bagcwele ngam ixesha lam ungal’chithi / Ndiza nesaqhwithi kwesis’qithi / Vel’ undamkele ngemithi undenzele i-tea ufake i-beat / Ndizaw’thi gqhi nakwe yakho ingingqi ndiqabele isingqi ndisithi,/ chiphi-chiphi iground imanzi tixi nditic’ incindi eninzi gqhith’/ Noba bazama uvala umyalezo angagqhithi,/ Ziyavuleka iindlela njengoMoses ephethe umsimbithi / Bazindlebe zam, ndiva ngabo ngoku, kukhal’ oKanyi yithi / Bathe phithi Mandiyibeke icace andiyithintithi/ Yithani gu tu / Ngoba ndinanto yam jikelele ngqu,/ S’gcwele qhu eGugs Qal’ uchuku bhuti uzaw’thi shu / Ngcono ufak’ is’gubhu kugqhampe intloko namabele bhu / Ungathi nqa ndiqabel’ isinqi ndithi nca / Uchanwa ngamachaphaz’ anochatha wencasa xanditica /

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They say you don’t realize what you got ‘til you don’t have it Just like you don’t understand what you don’t have until you bag it -You only see the green light til somebody red flags it You only wanna get the memo when somebody hashtags it -What didn’t click like a poetry slam? What didn’t slit, like the knife in my hand What didn’t hit like a no name brand -Don’t try to milk it like a mammary gland Don’t try deny like we know you got an OnlyFans -My momma named Star Like she shot into the future She said she had a dream, next thing she knew, I was the future -I’m the classic you put on loop while you’re looking like the blooper -You’re looking like you had to run a mile just to put your shoes on -I’m looking down at earth and I see footprints It’s like you’re following the leader with no instincts They give you a blueprint, that’s why you got no imprint You can’t look out the box they put you in, the windows tinted -I break through the atmosphere of earth like a comet If you don’t have an impact, I suggest that you don’t comment You look pretty obsessed with me if I am being honest Your orbit tells me everything I need to know, I know I’m cosmic -I don’t gotta answer to anybody but myself If you think I’m pressed, please go assess your mental health -Nevertheless, You know I’ll always wish you well ‘Cause I know I’m blessed, I got my incense, I don’t dwell -I don’t gotta answer to anybody but myself If you think I’m pressed, please go assess your mental health -Nevertheless, You know I’ll always wish you well ‘Cause I know I’m blessed, I got my incense, I don’t dwell

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Peace World It’s your brother Narcy, Montréal representative, Iraq-A-Fella Representative, Don’t believe in No presidents Ugn. My brother Tumi hit me said spit some bars for us, I said, Legendary Only. Nothing Fancy tho we in Quarantine its 2020. I hope you stay safe, stay in peace, I bid you and your family good energy. Things are only going to get worse before they get better. but don’t panic. I don’t mean to blow your high cuz i don’t pull these strings like yo yo ma. the end is near it is something that you can’t outrun Pull your soul out your chest quick like Shao Khan, I mean Shang Tsung You want the galaxy in your hand but no samsung And your arms too short to box so you use handguns Make a monster for the world so you can hang them huh Bonus i focus on the moment even though Dajjal lie where my phone is. Algorithms can’t search the day of Atonement. i’m the straw on the camels back that broke the omen. My professor X was minister Malcolm and my superpowers are visions and albums. i’m America’s Karma Iraq-A-Fella Just hit a Jay like Solange Knowles Don’t mean to start it off on the wrong note, there were levels to this shit so we sound code we may have lost the war but we found home Brown mode like the Genie you ain’t never had a friend like me Ride or die til the end like me. Only Change stay the same People are strange don’t look at each other like we do to our screens we kept our enemies close and hour frienemies closer all i need in this life of sin, is my coffee and my nuts like a Lebanese grocer or roaster I feel our dreams getting closer talk to trees like i’m Moses Habibi we bout it, show us the paper like Hariri in Saudi then burn it like the Joker that ain’t a chain that’s a brain choker evil eye on my land leave terrains broke up people die in our lane til the pain woke em am i getting through to you? i ain’t taking shit like a urinal we close to the end and it’s beautiful i know i’m being washed so i look right and left like after each Salah Peace Allah i like the trees a lot i like to speak a lot i like to steez a lot

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Your favorite rappers best verse, sounds a lot like my adlibs & I ain’t really good at doing adlibs Rap acrobat, rhyme schemes doing back flips No cap, my last 3 projects were a hat trick Classic, one trick ponies get their ass kicked Wifed a bad chick, so I don’t ever gotta ass kiss Good pussy don’t only come from a bad bitch It’s only bitch niggahs on the net thats getting catfished Said she a virgin, but the streets know she’s active Don’t want your girl, not a lot or a tad bit But might hit her up when my girl needs her cat licked Schooling all these rappers & these niggahs get out-classed quick Its priddy clear a lot’a y’all looked trash in your class pic It’s graphic, ‘cause people on these apps made of plastic Mad tricks, abracadabra, I do magic I held a match stick, said a rap & got the match lit There’s greener grass where you water it, keep the grass clipped Walk with your eyes on the snakes, or you get your calve bit Average, your hottest MCs list is tragic & Stogie T’s list, needs 5 of my verses added I grab a rabbit, I stab it to stack on the carrots Snack on the baddest, while you scavenge on the maggots How you talking bout drip, your raps as average as your fabric Don’t compare to no rappers that don’t even own their masters You odd characters, I’m here to even out the actors Just remember that an apple took the Eden out of Adam Giving Eve an outa fathom & a heathen started planning So imagine what would happen if we eat another apple In your top 5, really I should take 4 spots Priddy Ugly, me, myself & I give me more props Tell by the way niggahs rap, they got small cocks Taking shots that you miss, is how you niggahs ball drop Your girl a walk through, niggahs getting touched like door knobs Hit your sore spot, punchlines make your jaw drop Don’t wanna hear no gun chats in your talk paps Your favorite rapper is about as armed as a mall cop I am not alarmed, I could snooze through you orthops’ I’m the type to sit & eat a meal while your corpse rots Telling tall lies, you a short shot Sandaled, you niggahs are the ones that we saw flop Word to Sway, but how you looking for hyenas I’m 9 cheetahs, in wife-beaters, with nice features Mixed….

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Tell me who better than?
Fuck the charts I’m in my element
Got the squad and they’re confederate.
It’s evident, they’re penitent
Of how they were so hesitant,
Doubting that we’ll ever make it, heard them estimate our downfall,
Man, I hung around a bunch of pessimists,
Got rid of them and been celebrant,
Every night I celebrate,
Feeling like the name relevant,
Dropping verses like the reverend.
Bars been on lock down
Flows got em drowning, make you a clown in your own town.
Told my niggas roll the dice – ‘dice’
Man, I’m Jerry Rice when I touch down,
I paid the price, so I won’t take it down
Where my crown?
Coming up and I’m gon’ get it,
Saw this one Betty talking heavy, talking plenty, you ain’t ready.
My shit straight, don’t dash the Henny,
Bag getting heavy,
Hola Heita on your telly,
The climb steady!
Maaan… I seen so many
Niggas think they hard, I turn up the heat, a bunch of spaghetti.
I chow rappers on a daily,
Net’ ukuth angichomi and ang’Tweet
Shit! no confetti.
This the beat to smoke a pipe to, call the boo, lay the pipe then we vibe and get high to it.
Shit! I fucken slide to it, but shout out Stogie T for letting me put my rhymes to it.

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Illest lyricist you know me right ? GOD is in Hell’s Kitchen the devil is loosing appetite When it’s hip hop I go harm and I eat afro when I’m on a diet Ham, Afro , diet I come through both hermaphrodite Long as my pocket puff, dady It’s no biggie if I’m not biggie Body bag bodies Mute buddy (body) we listen to soul I’m good meaning I’m god plus James Bond Cuz good is just a god that has been double O’d Killer flows! That’s why I tell them I steal sits then I sit still If y’all doubt that the boy ill Then y’all tryna make it to the promise land without knowing Moses is real Is real! Put it together that’s isreal My mind set? Till I get a beat by Dre I’ll never get my head set (headset) If I spill my dreams I’ll wipe the floor with reality They said I’m on cannabis My fashion is magically Put on hell and I appear in heaven cuz GOD did the laundry Meet my self and tell my self that I’m a Stan Eminem story (Stan) Take a peep!!! at the bars y’all know I’m just great Let me talk!! to my self L you a icon ye? (Kanye ) And if rap was Kim you will shine with no sex tape But what ever they do they can’t stop your ray J!! (Ray jay ) Ghana that’s the dream team My songs are like pussy When it comes to leaking (licking) it even a pastor will sin (pastor willson) Out of 10 African rappers only 1 will come close Makes me a goat with 9 lives that’s why this cats jealous I just wana go and get me the dough When all of you rappers are over the doze My foot in You snoozing I never doze Producing You muting This is the code I’m papin a couple of rappers You know it is a option to cap me the dollars You know it is the reason why I run up on the features and I’m telling you that nobody in Africa defeats us 50 don’t have a cent on me when it’s the lyrical job But the rhymes sweet my flows will take y’all to the candy shop Beast!

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Tell all of these niggas that I’ve been great from the onset/ I stand at a distance I see the game with its arms stretched/ Embracing the greatness of those who fake it while I’m left/ encased in the vagueness of the opinions of dumb vets/ who the fuck asked you/ Oh that’s a nice ass coupe/ But I just laced up my boots and I ran RIGHT PAST YOU/ Because the game needs saving none of you bums plan to/ So pay me homage, my invoice is coming up past-due/ It’s no secret I’ll sock Em long as the shoe fits/ So put your big boy pants on you a little bitch!/ Let’s keep it brief, get on your knees for the chief/ Told Stogie I’m ready I got this shit down to a T/ I put both hands around your crew’s neck/ Blaze a trail through your city like whose next/ My blue-neck father worked his youth years harder and died broke wangshiyel’ umakalabha/ I’m hard headed! Crazy! Since a young nigga made it/ Niggaz fugazy they pretend they never hated/ All-time greatest, gods’ my apprentice/ These bitches know I ball they got a court side fetish/ Pardon my fresh and pardon my ease/ You politicin princesses pull apart at the seams/ But I mize like a king, that’s how I packaged a queen/ I bleed a gallon of lean, bitch, I'm a donor for feenz/ I put Dope flows on the net I'm the source of the streams/ Damn! Tell the chef I want the sauce and the cheese/ I'm in Hell's Kitchen my pots can put a God on his knees/ Thought I was gone with the wind I'm still a part of the breeze/ Geez Stacks, talk to me please/ Rats, pardon my cheese/ Tell these chicks I'm not bothered with their needs/ My heart bleeds I could never live apart from these beats/ I broke the bus they tried to put me in/ I pulled up on them like a hooligan and kicked the door down and said “I’m moving in”/ I rap the talk and let the cash walk/ See I came up from the dumpster, I ignore the trash talk/ Ispillion So I couldn’t be fazed by a nigga’s threat/ I’ve never feared a dog that’s barking behind a picket fence/ So how could I be dazed by a little stress?/ Some of my niggaz went from nothing, to even less/ Every time I win it’s by faith/ I’m feeling like Mugabe, I’m protected by Grace/ I know that some will love me for a piece…

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Hats off for the trap lords That passed off crack rocks into rap songs And branched off to the back office Warren Buffets The black sort from our soil That hand over mad budgets like Davos black boys that transform Hand over knuckle cash wards Lifelong struggles and handed down crutches Back home Right/wrong you only a judge if you wasn’t black born By law, We second class runner up until ‘94 Rainbows, unicorns, sing in unison for landlords Payloads, uniforms still unusual for my folks Gameshows, cooning it’s all seducing til the mind go Not mine though, I was bleeding on vinyl I was teaching my young boy What to eat and to pass on Wax on wax off, it slaps like karate kid Numbers don't lie but you fuckers miscalculate I tell the doc DNR do not resuscitate You really wanna be a star You know that’s just gas in space? I was strolling down avenue George V When y’all we still shoveling Shawshank Hopping out the black double RR double parking in Rosebank With a oil tank like the George W war plan Tour vans in Toulouse number two on fans Homeland not too moved, I drew up new floor plans Hell of thing, got elephant skin like new Jordans Wrestling pens, devilish skill, a true horror For lesser men, yet again it’s a new order The revenant torn up Left me for dead in a bear skin by Autumn Revenge is served cold bruh You tweeting ‘bout snakes my belt is a cobra The feats for the race, I Denzel the Oscar The mic’s a prosthetic for the prophetic author Step in the Octagon I am Kool Keith Thornton Who needs problems, teaching kids to read novels That’s one less slave girl for Lupita Nyog’o Gucci the combo, Spitting bars flew me to Oslo A bag for the kids Marsupials on board Joey Crack frame Stogie suited in Tom Form That’s all the way up to the Mark Rubins on Forbes You All gas, I am be mount Vesuvius to your blow torch Archaeology ruins for students to brush off But of course It’s not the same with all you lames I am Martin King you Martin Payne My side’s a 8, a 5’s your main Do I what I want, do what you can That Salvador Dali typa strange I am in the paint, you out the frame You just a man, I am Tarzan ape

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