Watch: @TumiMolekane @YoungstaCpt @TouchlineTruth @KidXSA @Quickfass @OswinBenjamin & QBA's #FreestyleFriday

The past Friday was no ordinary one. With the aim to make South Africa rap again, Stogie T most definitely succeeded. Bringing in six emcees and spitters to join in on his "Freestyle Friday" series, where the O.G drops the dopest bars, Kid X, Touchline, Youngsta CPT, Oswin Benjamin, QBA, and Quickfass Cass were the first spitters of the collective that went live on Stogie T's instagram yesterday at 5pm. In case you missed the live version though, check out the freestyles below;

 

 

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#freestyleFriday @qba.sa ???????????? My thoughts on a train that's I'll Aim and will Stainless steel Remain as still A brain that's real U can't tame the skill Or drain that zeal Got it from Mom Dukes Still as calm crooks Get bums shook With slum hooks Bomb looks Fly ; but still this mom cooks Feed U Put U on my shoulder to burp if U need to I can read U Bake U - thorough 'bread' Used to borrow bread I was sorrow bred Where some don't wake up tomorrow dead Either AIDS or hollow heads But look mama I made it They put a gat to my head never sprayed it Cat and mouse , snake ladders I played it Still never faded Shark waters I waded All dues I paid that Heavily underrated Where I'm headed ? Haters wish I was beheaded But dome still up on my shoulder I'm just older colder a boulder a molder Fewer skeletons in my folder Do this to cover the ribs To cover the cribs For the love of the kids Love of my peeps Love of the streets While U sleep I'm above all the sheets

A post shared by  Tumi MoleKane (@stogie_t) on Mar 27, 2020 at 11:25am PDT

 

 

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#freestylefriday @quickfass ???????????? I aint got no chill I ain't got no time to ask them niggas how dey feel I think it's time I exercise and use my writer skils Blood stains on my fucken license to kill I was thinking about a hundred mill Until i heard the Oppenheimers Givin out a Bill I'm talking Billy - hoping the city can rebuild Magic made the virus disappear like Copperfield I tell a vision bitch no Dr Phil Wit da right prescription I might help you pop a pill California my niggas who came out from the vill Pimpville spring bash I remember still Aysh I really miss those sunny days dark clouds upon it ain't no funny stage Who ever thought we'd ever have to deal with military I ain't talkin Mabenas I'm talking Jonny cage But Fuck it Everybody corrupted Hot lava I'm Volcanic its time I erupted Fuck about the Rona and the plans it interrupted No Retreat no surrender man you gotta trust it Don't mean to change the subject But I'm the king slayer To save your life I'ma have to get a thick layer Rubber band Stack it up like youse a brick layer And if that doesn't work I know you gone resort to prayer Say your peace to our father art Hope he receive you when you dearly depart Yeah All the soldiers who gone dearly depart Ima just thank you for playing your part

A post shared by  Tumi MoleKane (@stogie_t) on Mar 27, 2020 at 10:40am PDT

 

 

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#FreestyleFriday @youngstacpt ???????????????? YoungstaCPT Legend has it / a rapper shall rise from the ashes / while you rest on the day of sabbath / dark like a fused light can’t see the right / the honest life / I’m small but then again so is a pocket knife / no end to ever continuous / raw lyricist / inconspicuous / pointing out your differences / I am not him / I do not sing / I will chop him / take you to the chop shop / with weaponry the SWAT got / strike disaster / the rapper slasher / the party crasher / hot shit volcano magma / devouring mcees / the pen bleeds / when I connect these / letters sounds phrases and nouns / the whole truth and nothin but it / the wildest place in Africa is where they slumming fucking not Ratanga Junction / I follow where the mind goes / musical crack behind stoves / life goes pass like a slide show / eyes closed / laying flat like ironed clothes is a definite/ fuck the law I’m bout to assassinate the president / the rules don’t apply / politicians get bribed / life’s a bitch / shit / here comes the bride / I’m the groom and it’s too soon / but I’m in costume / tuxedo lookin smarter / posted at the alter / and when you with her / there’s no divorce / no second thoughts / just battle scars and war reports / this rap connect boarders and stretch boarders / you’ll get it if you beg for it / give orders straight to headquarters / hustlers who commit theft / and rip flesh / this is a index / crooked cops don’t inspect / we wept / we hurt / we bleed / we grieve / Youngsta & all the 40 thieves / live life how the dice roll / can’t see the future but I try yo / the mothers of tomorrow standing underneath the light poles / what a crazy place I wanna go back to the babyface / ignorance / seeing all this bullshit made me hate / in the cold hearted I’m seeing the passion / enthusiasm / but they keep smashing coz the Titans still clashing / Revenge of the Sith Lord / blood on the chalkboard / I pray rap is what I’m here for / coz for real y’all / it’s just spinning and spinning / beginning of the end or the end of the beginning: I still haven’t been found / the world goes round / this life got me looking down / but the world goes round...

A post shared by  Tumi MoleKane (@stogie_t) on Mar 27, 2020 at 10:12am PDT

 

 

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#FreestyleAFriday @oswinbenjamin ???????????????? Even when I was wrong/ I made sure to address all of my issues/ Rather meet you at the front. Door/ Then keep a sub scribed/ So don’t get your center folded over paper. And don’t have a magazine get delivered cuz of your pride// Ebony with a essence of light/ Felonious feature although the lord is the source of the vibe/ this an incision of truth/ might undress all my feeling down to the buckle// turn yezzy season two and let out distress in the booth// this is Fred. Hammond meets biggie gimme the the loot/ long. Nose. In the trunk/ for you elephants in the room// prolly thought I was dead in my absence from pan.demic/ now watch this Lazerous resurrect from outta his tomb// look// Davey Jones. lock.er John.ny I’m depth. penning// even when I scratch the surface I’m a grave digger/ Nigga listen/this type of scripture could pay kobe a visit/ black Donny Brasco with out the snitching/ I’m wired different/// Huh/ the hand of God/ done met the Midas touch// A semi glow from sun// can incinerate any hint of an Icarus// while I speak with a Zamunda type regality even in the midst of the slums/// In the mist Im looking to rain. For this drought on my funds/ accolades. Ain’t. Really Trans.lating to capital. These BMI residual ain’t enough to get groceries done// but I’m praised for appearances made// the perception of your growth and the actuality is rarely the same// I envied turn. Style. Hoppers. Aboard the train/ with more monetary gain/ then me by means of begging for change// Similarities is real. My niggas/ all contractual obligations aside// I don’t really wanna deal with niggas// huh/ this quarantine. Was needed for me to deliver in the form of the Boise turf// gave.y’all.the blues/ and the feel (field) my nigga// this what happens when stogie sends a smoke signal// Tamy rivera’d the pen and I added to the flame// Here’s a reminder from. saw to. those. who thought that I lost it/ I’m with the shits for whoever wanna play games. On God.

A post shared by  Tumi MoleKane (@stogie_t) on Mar 27, 2020 at 9:54am PDT

 

 

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#FreestyleFriday lockdown edition 5pm Live Stream. @mobbdeephavoc The saga begins From the gutter, gotta tie up loose up ends You learn the value of friends When some abandon you in The struggle cut ‘em loose, WIN Watch the fucking UTurn Shut all the mutter Gotta move smart as a Isaac Newton Did a number on the underground Came up round that Clue a shit Another one climb the charts Uppercut hadoukin In true I am S.Carter Alma Marta I’m above where your roof is They never got it Y’all are more gas that juice, my nigga Pass them a fanta I’m the opera’s Phantom Love and War in tandem Battle force like Anakin Off white Jordan mannequin draped Like a Vatican Pope on a balcony Waving And they cheer for the smoke Till Chris Wallace is late RIP Pop Smoke Shit done got wilder of late I am trying to be like ‘no violence’ But niggas is apes So thing that goes ‘pow’ Don’t be in the safe I used wanna be so savage battling But niggas crash on they own asses Jaqueline No cap they Rat tat tatter If a rat cat utter, Bullshit cutter, Life a bitch cut her Still get Jumps off the net Vince Carter Life’s still harder Left out the Freedom Charter Niggas beg steal barter To turn milk to butter Politics just chatter While we cling to the ladder And the rope awaits When we swing like martyrs How you gone go to your grave Your liver or your bladder I’m the finished product Not the hottest did it honest Really authored lives niggas conquered So How will he be thought of Can it be a whole continent never caught on Sway in the morning and still niggas nod off I show off my pen They be leaning on the chorus In Goyard Paris, I be feeling like a Royal Had it locked down before corona Zone off, It was written Romeo dies in Verona

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