Bang!!

Well, it was the bull run
Now the phase is bearish.
Natty, if I take a break
I’m sure I’ll perish.
I told u I’m relaxed
Yo, I ain’t famished!
With rhymes I’m lavish.
Reclined and ravished!!
Goin’ to Africa?? What for?? to disappoint??
My sick f***in’ mind!! Why don’t u too come and join?
There won’t be power cuts in places like Zimbabwe.
I’m pretty much sure it’ll be better than Bombay.
Well, if u’re calling me an animal
Then wen! would take charge.
Rag u like hell. Leave you with thick scars.
In dazzling daylight you’ll see ‘em sparklin’ stars!
Think I’ve taken stuff too far
Everything’s soundin’ now bizarre….
lol

- George Anto

Who the!!

Back on my desk, for me the day’s sick….
So gotta hit ‘em keys, yo I’m back to basics.
My workin’ place fixed,
Mind is all pissed!
Thoughts jus’ cocktailed… like I’m fulla shit!!!!

I keep stirrin' up shit...
This life is a bitch...
Think i should cool off...
Care a damn! jus' F*** it....

I see the day sail
My thoughts are derailed….
Now, all jus’ seems damned…
Like my mind is f***in’ jailed….
Well, u’re after my throat.
I’ve been makin’ these notes.
Won’t baby give up, your chance is remote
These fantasies float, with the shit that u gloat
Breathe easy baby, I’ll loll, I’ll repose.

- George Anto

Speed writing

Rapping’s all but technique

Open your mouth and stuff leaks.

What I speak is tongue in cheek.

Yeah and some cuss words baby.

Climbing up but there ain’t stairs.

Stuff is blurred but I would fare.

Once I’ve spilled then no repairs.

Masterpieces..... now can you dare?

To get mocked yo I’m not scared.

I’m gon’ sock and rip and tear.

I know my mob yo no one cares.

Jus’ live it dude… stroll in pairs.

Now I feel the blood rush.

Adrenaline flows, yo busts in gusts.

Myself is the dude I trust.

Can’t help it, eh... I’ve had enough!

- George Anto
14 Dec 2006

fast shit...

A piece for Annie!

Ah-aaaticheee!!! Yo, I’m sneezin’ on my keys.

Now my fingers start to slip! O my God! Oh! Jeeez!!!

I’m writing flowery stuff for this lady called Annie.

I like her attitude, yo, she’s ma only rap buddy.

You mess around wit’ her, then you’re gone!!! She’s a villain.

When Annie gets in form she jus’ slaughters a million.

Are my words unappealin’? Care a damn! I’m not pinning.

When she does you guillotine, my stuff would sound familiar.

Playing tricks, Annie kicks, a-yo, she’z a real chick.

Annie pricks, doesn’t drip, she jus’ pours infinite.

I'm not writing much, yo, I f****n’ rip my technique.

Cuz rapping is jus' fun, we're the rap mechanix!

- George Anto
12 Nov 2006