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Hip Hop Forums => Chief Rocka - Open Mic => Topic started by: Mad on September 02, 2008, 02:32:29 PM
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nowadays rap has became more like a snitch
no more real niggaz in the game we controlled by cats who snitch
you go out and make a search abt me and come back with empty lies
who ever told you that in my heart dies
these queens cats hate my swag coz im more like their god
im alive, many of my fans compare me to god
their minds are playing games on em
why did he have to go to em for details
he coudve known abt me in many ways
im sure it f***en pays, that the prize you get in our days
you go out claiming you a rapper, but you make lies just to get the paper
you gon die.thats the truth without any lie
ive done this before, i even smacked a guy after he turned fourty four
this has just made my day nice, coz this story has made you able to buy rice
snithcing don help niggaz, it gets em killed...dont try this
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nowadays rap has became more like a snitch
no more real niggaz in the game we controlled by cats who snitch
you go out and make a search abt me and come back with empty lies
who ever told you that in my heart dies
these queens cats hate my swag coz im more like their god
im alive, many of my fans compare me to god
their minds are playing games on em
why did he have to go to em for details
he coudve known abt me in many ways
im sure it f***en pays, that the prize you get in our days
you go out claiming you a rapper, but you make lies just to get the paper
you gon die.thats the truth without any lie
ive done this before, i even smacked a guy after he turned fourty four
this has just made my day nice, coz this story has made you able to buy rice
snithcing don help niggaz, it gets em killed...dont try this
Mad ill. Hahaha
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thats the truth out there, you the reason why niggaz get shot everytime is because they are on some shit that dont belong to em, you see in america, you dont do pple like that, you just cant, once you do, some nigga makes sure that your brains are out in the atmosphere, cats in sa are too soft, they don have thosae guts, few do. and they can be hired to do the job for those who don have the guts. people get killed out there for small things that first sound like jokes. you may think something is a joke, you only take your big eyes out when you see it happen, and you ask yourself this question " how the helll can it happen?
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nowadays rap has became more like a snitch
no more real niggaz in the game we controlled by cats who snitch
you go out and make a search abt me and come back with empty lies
who ever told you that in my heart dies
these queens cats hate my swag coz im more like their god
im alive, many of my fans compare me to god
their minds are playing games on em
why did he have to go to em for details
he coudve known abt me in many ways
im sure it f***en pays, that the prize you get in our days
you go out claiming you a rapper, but you make lies just to get the paper
you gon die.thats the truth without any lie
ive done this before, i even smacked a guy after he turned fourty four
this has just made my day nice, coz this story has made you able to buy rice
snithcing don help niggaz, it gets em killed...dont try this
U aint bout nothin but frontin, dog ya hustle is backwards/
Heard the lies, saw nothin, just a strugglin actor/
I was deep in ya city, hustlin! smugglin Crack up/
Asked around,threw ya name up, but nobody catchin ya/
U a dreamgirl nigga, but u need more practise/
One punchline from me will have u doin a backflip/
U claim u got stacks! i make it rain in ya girl/
U aint nothin but a balerina, Prodigy's prodigy/
Keep frontin, i'll have u on ya knees cryin apologies/
Dyin in front of me, u a Mylie Cyrus,a Hannah Montana/
So I Billy Ray ya, give u a achy breaky heart/
U aint build fo this shit, u too shaky takin darts/
I aint even broke up a sweat, u broke up in debt/
Stop trickin down at Spar in ya girlfreinds whip/
I body u fast, like a mule on Karate, man im kickin ya a**/
What the f*** u thought? ya bullshit stories would last/
All ya lies been exposed homey ya fantasies dead/
U got less of a chance rappin than that wigga K-Fed/
So take ya losses, head on to Markhams/
Get a new costume/Cos u aint 50, u more like a broke Jeffrey Atkins/
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:D :D :D
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nowadays rap has became more like a snitch
no more real niggaz in the game we controlled by cats who snitch
you go out and make a search abt me and come back with empty lies
who ever told you that in my heart dies
these queens cats hate my swag coz im more like their god
im alive, many of my fans compare me to god
their minds are playing games on em
why did he have to go to em for details
he coudve known abt me in many ways
im sure it f***en pays, that the prize you get in our days
you go out claiming you a rapper, but you make lies just to get the paper
you gon die.thats the truth without any lie
ive done this before, i even smacked a guy after he turned fourty four
this has just made my day nice, coz this story has made you able to buy rice
snithcing don help niggaz, it gets em killed...dont try this
U aint bout nothin but frontin, dog ya hustle is backwards/
Heard the lies, saw nothin, just a strugglin actor/
I was deep in ya city, hustlin! smugglin Crack up/
Asked around,threw ya name up, but nobody catchin ya/
U a dreamgirl nigga, but u need more practise/
One punchline from me will have u doin a backflip/
U claim u got stacks! i make it rain in ya girl/
U aint nothin but a balerina, Prodigy's prodigy/
Keep frontin, i'll have u on ya knees cryin apologies/
Dyin in front of me, u a Mylie Cyrus,a Hannah Montana/
So I Billy Ray ya, give u a achy breaky heart/
U aint build fo this shit, u too shaky takin darts/
I aint even broke up a sweat, u broke up in debt/
Stop trickin down at Spar in ya girlfreinds whip/
I body u fast, like a mule on Karate, man im kickin ya a**/
What the f*** u thought? ya bullshit stories would last/
All ya lies been exposed homey ya fantasies dead/
U got less of a chance rappin than that wigga K-Fed/
So take ya losses, head on to Markhams/
Get a new costume/Cos u aint 50, u more like a broke Jeffrey Atkins/
hayi cash, sukwenza kanje, y u gt 2 b like dat mayn, yo this is mad rapper yo, y u gt 2 b like dat, u know he gon come back right, so dat retirement ish o urs must fall back, ok i give round 1 2 cash, mad rapper where u at? bring it a lil harder this tiem dawg, c'mon
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Ayo Mad Faggot, f*** you, ya family, ya girl, ya mens an' 'em, erybody a**ociated wit you. Don't ever come out talkin' 'bout SA cats is soft-catch me on deez Jozi streets an' I'll merc you for real an' get a suspended sentence for it. Let me hear you talkin' outchya a** one more time an' ya days on A.G. will be over. Ask Inca, ask BloodSpillaz, ask Shuga-Smakxx, matter fact just ask about me. >:(
Seida-Crook a.k.a. Korea-Crook a.k.a. Arnold Squash-a-nigga a.k.a. Cape Flats In Da Buildin' a.k.a. f*** You Very Much.
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nowadays rap has became more like a snitch
no more real niggaz in the game we controlled by cats who snitch
you go out and make a search abt me and come back with empty lies
who ever told you that in my heart dies
these queens cats hate my swag coz im more like their god
im alive, many of my fans compare me to god
their minds are playing games on em
why did he have to go to em for details
he coudve known abt me in many ways
im sure it f***en pays, that the prize you get in our days
you go out claiming you a rapper, but you make lies just to get the paper
you gon die.thats the truth without any lie
ive done this before, i even smacked a guy after he turned fourty four
this has just made my day nice, coz this story has made you able to buy rice
snithcing don help niggaz, it gets em killed...dont try this
U aint bout nothin but frontin, dog ya hustle is backwards/
Heard the lies, saw nothin, just a strugglin actor/
I was deep in ya city, hustlin! smugglin Crack up/
Asked around,threw ya name up, but nobody catchin ya/
U a dreamgirl nigga, but u need more practise/
One punchline from me will have u doin a backflip/
U claim u got stacks! i make it rain in ya girl/
U aint nothin but a balerina, Prodigy's prodigy/
Keep frontin, i'll have u on ya knees cryin apologies/
Dyin in front of me, u a Mylie Cyrus,a Hannah Montana/
So I Billy Ray ya, give u a achy breaky heart/
U aint build fo this shit, u too shaky takin darts/
I aint even broke up a sweat, u broke up in debt/
Stop trickin down at Spar in ya girlfreinds whip/
I body u fast, like a mule on Karate, man im kickin ya a**/
What the f*** u thought? ya bullshit stories would last/
All ya lies been exposed homey ya fantasies dead/
U got less of a chance rappin than that wigga K-Fed/
So take ya losses, head on to Markhams/
Get a new costume/Cos u aint 50, u more like a broke Jeffrey Atkins/
Cash....wow.Dint know u could hook it up like that.
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nowadays rap has became more like a snitch
no more real niggaz in the game we controlled by cats who snitch
you go out and make a search abt me and come back with empty lies
who ever told you that in my heart dies
these queens cats hate my swag coz im more like their god
im alive, many of my fans compare me to god
their minds are playing games on em
why did he have to go to em for details
he coudve known abt me in many ways
im sure it f***en pays, that the prize you get in our days
you go out claiming you a rapper, but you make lies just to get the paper
you gon die.thats the truth without any lie
ive done this before, i even smacked a guy after he turned fourty four
this has just made my day nice, coz this story has made you able to buy rice
snithcing don help niggaz, it gets em killed...dont try this
U aint bout nothin but frontin, dog ya hustle is backwards/
Heard the lies, saw nothin, just a strugglin actor/
I was deep in ya city, hustlin! smugglin Crack up/
Asked around,threw ya name up, but nobody catchin ya/
U a dreamgirl nigga, but u need more practise/
One punchline from me will have u doin a backflip/
U claim u got stacks! i make it rain in ya girl/
U aint nothin but a balerina, Prodigy's prodigy/
Keep frontin, i'll have u on ya knees cryin apologies/
Dyin in front of me, u a Mylie Cyrus,a Hannah Montana/
So I Billy Ray ya, give u a achy breaky heart/
U aint build fo this shit, u too shaky takin darts/
I aint even broke up a sweat, u broke up in debt/
Stop trickin down at Spar in ya girlfreinds whip/
I body u fast, like a mule on Karate, man im kickin ya a**/
What the f*** u thought? ya bullshit stories would last/
All ya lies been exposed homey ya fantasies dead/
U got less of a chance rappin than that wigga K-Fed/
So take ya losses, head on to Markhams/
Get a new costume/Cos u aint 50, u more like a broke Jeffrey Atkins/
honestly cash i never thought you could to this
i respected you i even have a picture of you in my room
but now all is f***ed, the whole shit now aint cool
you want to talk money? ok il talk money, whne was the last time you bought a new shoe?
you be in umtata spittin jelly and i be in queens spittin honey
yo lil money is playing your mind, erbody knows how you seek attentions with all those stunts
the shit you said abt me has made you famous
but be warned in just a few days you can find yourself in an icu uncocnious
you think you got it all, you call yourself a man, but you aint got no balls
we can do this the physical way and we will see who will first take the fall
do you really have to diss my a**, this lil carrer you have wont last
if you such a rich boy,
then how the f*** can yo lil bro dont have em toys?
look inside my brain, the only thing im thinking of is anger and pain
id do anything to get to you, even hire a plain
stop acting like you know abt queens, pliz the only thing you know is drinking bondizzos piss
dont even try to claim you rich
we all know your family survives bcoz yo mom is a bitch
maybe thats the reason you have turned into a snitch
you becoming stupid man, you sound more like julius malema
you been making lies lately saying you got a beemer
you a a victim of your own misery, just a useless f***ery
f*** crack boys, im givin em jobs,whic is my dick lickery
does yo mom have to be a whore?
coz them dudez that are her customers say shes never bored
cash im not going to respond to any of your jokes anymore man. im serious dude, me and you, we different . lets be like grown man, we can never be the same and hopefully you will die never knowing me and same applies to me.
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cash im not going to respond to any of your jokes anymore man. im serious dude, me and you, we different . lets be like grown man, we can never be the same and hopefully you will die never knowing me and same applies to me.
MOTHERf***ER!!!!! STUPID MOTHERf***ER!!!
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lol. ;D hey yo mad show us what u made of buddy, u surely cant let somebody run over u like ;D that, lol. or are u just a big mouth ??? ??? ???
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lol...wow...i see dead people...
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Ayo Mad Faggot, f*** you, ya family, ya girl, ya mens an' 'em, erybody a**ociated wit you. Don't ever come out talkin' 'bout SA cats is soft-catch me on deez Jozi streets an' I'll merc you for real an' get a suspended sentence for it. Let me hear you talkin' outchya a** one more time an' ya days on A.G. will be over. Ask Inca, ask BloodSpillaz, ask Shuga-Smakxx, matter fact just ask about me. >:(
Seida-Crook a.k.a. Korea-Crook a.k.a. Arnold Squash-a-nigga a.k.a. Cape Flats In Da Buildin' a.k.a. f*** You Very Much.
Question at Mr Seida-Crook a.k.a. Korea-Crook a.k.a. Arnold Squash-a-nigga a.k.a. Cape Flats In Da Buildin' a.k.a. f*** You Very Much, why are you ALWAYS angry
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nowadays rap has became more like a snitch
no more real niggaz in the game we controlled by cats who snitch
you go out and make a search abt me and come back with empty lies
who ever told you that in my heart dies
these queens cats hate my swag coz im more like their god
im alive, many of my fans compare me to god
their minds are playing games on em
why did he have to go to em for details
he coudve known abt me in many ways
im sure it f***en pays, that the prize you get in our days
you go out claiming you a rapper, but you make lies just to get the paper
you gon die.thats the truth without any lie
ive done this before, i even smacked a guy after he turned fourty four
this has just made my day nice, coz this story has made you able to buy rice
snithcing don help niggaz, it gets em killed...dont try this
U aint bout nothin but frontin, dog ya hustle is backwards/
Heard the lies, saw nothin, just a strugglin actor/
I was deep in ya city, hustlin! smugglin Crack up/
Asked around,threw ya name up, but nobody catchin ya/
U a dreamgirl nigga, but u need more practise/
One punchline from me will have u doin a backflip/
U claim u got stacks! i make it rain in ya girl/
U aint nothin but a balerina, Prodigy's prodigy/
Keep frontin, i'll have u on ya knees cryin apologies/
Dyin in front of me, u a Mylie Cyrus,a Hannah Montana/
So I Billy Ray ya, give u a achy breaky heart/
U aint build fo this shit, u too shaky takin darts/
I aint even broke up a sweat, u broke up in debt/
Stop trickin down at Spar in ya girlfreinds whip/
I body u fast, like a mule on Karate, man im kickin ya a**/
What the f*** u thought? ya bullshit stories would last/
All ya lies been exposed homey ya fantasies dead/
U got less of a chance rappin than that wigga K-Fed/
So take ya losses, head on to Markhams/
Get a new costume/Cos u aint 50, u more like a broke Jeffrey Atkins/
Why you gotta put ma nigga Ja-Rule on blast like that???? that aint right
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and then there was flowbiz on Jam Alley, oops I thought I said Seida :P
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this is what happens when cats mess with cjay rhymez
they get trapped and pieced between the mick my powerfull linez
hold the the dayz and the changing timez, got 4 magnets on my spine
increase an hour with 20 minutes just to creat some digital fun
threads like this make me sick to my spine, more like i lack iron
bakc to the topic, who the f*** died? yo threads are famous because about your carrer you lied
my heart is a traingle and my brain is like a 5 foot square royal house
no more frontin, cats claim they got record labels and they banging
saw one of them the other night drinking home made juice but his still fronting
me i go by the top store in your hood, no wonder why im thin, its coz im alergic to food
1 second drive by you and live your narrow shaped escalculated brain confused
mad rapper? this cat acts like his a slayer, he has great hutsles but he is not paid in paper
psycogenesis vocabulary overheaded psychologists, just pure nonsense, he doesnt make sense
im a beef starter, i like attention more that you gay cats like te third carter
got platinum jewelleries from my late grandfather
what i ronic is that i never had a mother or a grandmother
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c-jay rhymes, yo what up kid I see u still hooking shit up, look kid keep em coming and show us that u ain't fronting, and keep on sucking that mad cock, and choke on it bitch.
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yho swords i got you, since you suck your own dick, why dont you and me have a battle? cmon it shouldnt be that hard. lets battle, you think you some rapper dont you? wel guess what? i say f*** your mom shes a bitch
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I'm not gonna battle a pussy like u, o nywana sani and u need to get over urself, make sure I don't catch u somewhere by mistake cause I'm gonna f*** u up.. marete a pudi, Joumoer, and joupa se pol, jou dumb moedernaer, f*** u sani.. u don't talk smack like that and get away with it I'm gonna make ur ag stay hell, bitch