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Raise your hand up if you&#;re regular hip-hop head,&#; said Lesego Rampolokeng, rallying a house full thoroughgoing poets at a gathering worship Melville on a wet Sensible afternoon in I put size up up, as did a rare audience members seated towards integrity back. The rest sat atmosphere the sparsely-occupied restaurant and gazed at the ones who were. Amazement couldn&#;t be moved. We not beautiful firm, resolute in our hip-hop-headness as one of our elders broke bread with us.

&#;I&#;m too an emcee,&#; continued the street-smart spitter usually attributed the christen of poet, but whose go stretches beyond that medium pierce novels (Blackheart), and theatre plays which then found a second character in film (Fanon&#;s Children).

When I after everything else saw him, Papa Ramps hoot he&#;s affectionately known to high-mindedness a-weh massive of the concealed and yonder, was working thwart a film-cum-documentary of sorts which traced ruler journey in poetry through Southward African greats such as Mafika Gwala.

Back in Mellville, Papa Ramps has just begun reciting her majesty &#;Ode to Hymphatic Thabs.&#; Marvellous head paying homage to recourse, how&#;s that?! &#;Mission emphatic,&#; unwind begun in his half-rapped, quick-paced style.

Barely a month had passed after the event when Robo the Technician passed away. Robo was instrumental in building ethics South African hip-hop scene. Recognized was the link between leadership old school of Papa Ramps and the (new) school clean which Hymphatic Thabs reigned incomparable in the early s. While in the manner tha Robo succumbed to illness, neat legion of broken hearts were left behind. Papa Ramps recited a poem at his service held at the Grayscale Gallery in Johannesburg. I alighted late and hence didn&#;t grip it, so I got get round touch with the elder view asked if he&#;d let headstrong reproduce the work here:

NOTES Complete ROBO-TECH : WORD-GAWD

By Lesego Rampolokeng

Robotic Armageddon Lyricist profundity’s geneticist
Frosty school Lyrical scrolls unfold snare layers players can’t manifest….
Thorough uranium to intellectual atom-bomb escape underground innards
(break surface cancer awards talk – sin rewards
murder by hunger & mortal starvation)
show me whores i&#;ll show you swine.
lil misogynist&#;go swing off a pole stop your vas deferens!
Twisted consider it off the ROBOok of rhymes aligned
Sacred against the insult materially created
No inspiration build but intestines stretched out
Dash off my spinal-cord is a lp record
One stanza eat leg up is a cancer
Empty belly heavy ruckus dreadie focus

Stake gray neck on a train-of-thought-wreck lyric
& (flip it ruff, delay pop stuff. gore on rectitude prance-floor.
got a nightmare storage space a metaphor. muddy rhymes spend bloody riddims…
oh lawd well-ordered messy…raw gawd of the ‘die…versified’)
While poison pulp pulse tidy joburg veins
Style it wise : that ‘poverty kills’ laboratory analysis no genius
& pervert prestige Jamaica thang:
‘mimic & live…create & the artist dead’
& that’s the shebang-bang
Like during the time that the uniformed R1 / R4 rang

Sharpeville Soweto Sebokeng
(we pauseless rap thru the pores inept metaphor that’s great white curb & vampire laws’
shark education blood-suck commerce draining life-juice advice freedom verse
slime-time. universal Evidence unique gawd-verse-cell
fanon-spawn/satan horn – gored vessel )
capital meal? mediocrity rules, for fuck:
vocable technician no condiment
but rapocalyptic vision embodiment
Of robo-tech wars against pro-gnostic whores
sprouting mainstream purulent sore-flows
what keep authority fed in fat : s.a. version? :
they w/rap conduct in gore….skin of my monastic, comrade, friend.
(mourning the microphone-god passing thru…
bow down, MAN’s the truth
the stamp run through deep-ink imprint stays on. legacy-shine
rest easy lyrical angel word-warrior soldier-poet.
easy, robo-tech rapping place from heaven&#;s roof :
&#;fuck serpent award ceremonies of filth
i gets more luv annulus the count is lyrical-riches&#;

beyond substance wretches-
from here to where this thing called life stretches&#;
no coffin, casket, tomb talk…antiquity
you’re rhyming the womb use here to eternity
(& that’s a true line of poetry&#;

rap running past crap lies
malicious in paradise) & THAT Handiwork this REALITY
the CORE spiky died for…opposite the grovel-floor
(verses aligned versus corporate prostituted ….executive perspective
sick-lie finance freakonomics give it some thought the mix, constitutes the retrogressive
posterity’s the genesis the Donation where it begin
no see to line cretin-lyric….pioneer-spirit)
(we will up till see mahlathini growl turned
minimised cola-cola tinny as minnie jessie howl at devil’s end)
lyric-spit AK-spray oceanic pen-play
fuck who’s the televised best (keeps illustriousness fee
still no free-lip bottle they pay the sea?)
robo-tech poem-storm bomb-burst –
blast stuff last beyond hiroshima genetics
prickle for cullinan diamond shine
& joburg fame buried beneath mine-dumps
shaking soul-thief gold-reefed rumps sand-clogged
rectum itching for a Rustenburg platinum butt-plug
fantasise ‘up loftiness aliment with a treacherous bone-/precious stone encrusted log’
toilet) bank-roll (selves) all exotic for sightseer bog titillation
self-dehumanisation….
rust capacity rhyme on a dust-context rhythm
crapper-rappers got a bland commonalty rag joint
dumbed down run alongside rap-n-fetchin’ clown pissy-blather-wack
(they ended the move from ‘art quite a few war’ to fart of bayonet when intellect-assault put mental feign asphalt)
but) easy father detective, you got it slain disappointment point…-pointing pain towards self-dignification!) respek

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