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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / The prequel to evil
« on: July 28, 2006, 10:30:47 PM »
My poems roam into the unknowns of a black hole searching for light/
you don't deserve to live if you can't discern the worth of life/
Christians cite Eve's deception of Adam as the birth of vice/
my lyrics existed before the serpent and the church of Christ/
the first verse was a sonnet concocted on a block of ice/
i can vaguely recall the date, it was sometime during the early stone age/
when Mammoths and Dinosaurs were all the rage/
half of Mankind was primitive and spoke in the form of groans and grunts/
the other half was an advanced race of blacks who blazed skunk and played drums/
The Black Man created fire and invented the wheel, he seemed to have no weakness/
"the other race" was envious and schemed to steal his genius/
the tension was thick, both races wanted to take it to the streets/
a soft spoken Man called Koffi Annan pleaded for peace/
he convinced The Black Man to be the bigger Man and offer a truce/
this was supported by Alex Haley who said it was the essence of our Roots/
so the Asiatic Black Man relocated to this new spot the very next day/
they called this place "AFRICA" and everybody went their separate ways/
mountains and boulders surrounded the vicinity, the scenery was crazy/
one of the brothers hustled rocks, i think his name was Jay-Z/
arts and crafts became a hobby, agriculture was a famous trade/
man, you should have seen some of the meals Ainsley Harriot made from rice and maize/
Oprah Winfrey was a Zulu queen who liked to chat/
Tyra Banks was an Ethiopian model with eyes like gla**/
Nasir Jones was a Nigerian poetry titan who liked to rap/
Martin Luther King Jr. was a great kenyan orator, whenever he spoke he got applause/
he actually got along with Malcolm X who was a Somalian rebel with a cause/
Jesse Jackson always had ambitions of being the leader of the free world/
he was the chief of the Chagga tribe/
Al Sharpton gave food for thought and was always first in the buffet line during campaign drives/
fast forward to the future, and "the other race" were still haters/
they hatched a plan to have the Black Man provide them with free labour/
they claimed Blacks were inferior brutes while the White Man was major/
the first African they snatched was Frederick Dougla**, they shackled him to their slave ship/
millions more were captured and this was the beginning of that slave shit/
the middle pa**age was tragic/
half the Africans didn't outlast the wrath of the Atlantic/
those who survived were traded for labour and money/
and basically created the foundation for Uncle Sam's country/
Africans built this muthaf***a and that's a fact/
make no mistake, the baby-father of civilization was definitely black!!.....
you don't deserve to live if you can't discern the worth of life/
Christians cite Eve's deception of Adam as the birth of vice/
my lyrics existed before the serpent and the church of Christ/
the first verse was a sonnet concocted on a block of ice/
i can vaguely recall the date, it was sometime during the early stone age/
when Mammoths and Dinosaurs were all the rage/
half of Mankind was primitive and spoke in the form of groans and grunts/
the other half was an advanced race of blacks who blazed skunk and played drums/
The Black Man created fire and invented the wheel, he seemed to have no weakness/
"the other race" was envious and schemed to steal his genius/
the tension was thick, both races wanted to take it to the streets/
a soft spoken Man called Koffi Annan pleaded for peace/
he convinced The Black Man to be the bigger Man and offer a truce/
this was supported by Alex Haley who said it was the essence of our Roots/
so the Asiatic Black Man relocated to this new spot the very next day/
they called this place "AFRICA" and everybody went their separate ways/
mountains and boulders surrounded the vicinity, the scenery was crazy/
one of the brothers hustled rocks, i think his name was Jay-Z/
arts and crafts became a hobby, agriculture was a famous trade/
man, you should have seen some of the meals Ainsley Harriot made from rice and maize/
Oprah Winfrey was a Zulu queen who liked to chat/
Tyra Banks was an Ethiopian model with eyes like gla**/
Nasir Jones was a Nigerian poetry titan who liked to rap/
Martin Luther King Jr. was a great kenyan orator, whenever he spoke he got applause/
he actually got along with Malcolm X who was a Somalian rebel with a cause/
Jesse Jackson always had ambitions of being the leader of the free world/
he was the chief of the Chagga tribe/
Al Sharpton gave food for thought and was always first in the buffet line during campaign drives/
fast forward to the future, and "the other race" were still haters/
they hatched a plan to have the Black Man provide them with free labour/
they claimed Blacks were inferior brutes while the White Man was major/
the first African they snatched was Frederick Dougla**, they shackled him to their slave ship/
millions more were captured and this was the beginning of that slave shit/
the middle pa**age was tragic/
half the Africans didn't outlast the wrath of the Atlantic/
those who survived were traded for labour and money/
and basically created the foundation for Uncle Sam's country/
Africans built this muthaf***a and that's a fact/
make no mistake, the baby-father of civilization was definitely black!!.....
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General Discussion / HELP: jo'burg producers
« on: June 26, 2006, 01:06:34 AM »
what's good y'all?......i'ma be in S.A next month(jo'burg) and i was planning to lace some tracks during my stay over there.....anybody know some dope jo'burg beatsmiths?....
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / The realest talk....
« on: June 26, 2006, 12:18:32 AM »
College professors hate what i say, they get mad at my verse/
original black man is God, black woman is planet earth/
praising rifles criticizing white man's bible/
my rhyme style gets deified by Blak Diamond Militia disciples/
i don't believe in an unseen mystery deity/
rather i see myself as my own God, and i mean that shit seriously/
constantly searching for knowledge and proof, i'm not in the least intrigued by beliefs and theories/
this is just what i feel people, you don't have to feel me/
Father Clock rushes my thoughts, no time to wait up, Lady Luck gets banged up without a rubber/
i'm neither anti-white nor pro-black--- a person should be judged by their works, not their skin colour/
however my next of kin brother has been discriminated, disenfranchised since slavery/
may this verse curse the mind that birthed the vice of white supremacy/
an emcee's speech has the power to reach the ma**es/
f*** beef, a 16 bar piece could be used to teach the planet/
move aside and let the Gods decipher the coded language of supreme mathematics/
but the powers that be seek to ban it, cause they see it as some deceitful black shit/
why are they afraid of the ways of my divine penmanship?/
what i write on a page ain't satan shit, its pro-righteous and anti-devilish/
inject my pen's serum into your system as medicine for prevalent ignorance/
85% of us are mentally dumb, deaf and blind to what's happening/
10% understand this and wish to keep the ma**es locked in this system/
mind control methods using entertainment, politics, economics and religion/
the remaining 5% have repossessed knowledge of the truth and overstand the game the 10% are playing/
enlightened divine beings who seek to liberate the 85% through education/
that makes a 100% in total, real mathematics you don't learn in them school bulidings/
the wise will recognize, while the rest will scorn the wisdom in my lyricism....
peace.
original black man is God, black woman is planet earth/
praising rifles criticizing white man's bible/
my rhyme style gets deified by Blak Diamond Militia disciples/
i don't believe in an unseen mystery deity/
rather i see myself as my own God, and i mean that shit seriously/
constantly searching for knowledge and proof, i'm not in the least intrigued by beliefs and theories/
this is just what i feel people, you don't have to feel me/
Father Clock rushes my thoughts, no time to wait up, Lady Luck gets banged up without a rubber/
i'm neither anti-white nor pro-black--- a person should be judged by their works, not their skin colour/
however my next of kin brother has been discriminated, disenfranchised since slavery/
may this verse curse the mind that birthed the vice of white supremacy/
an emcee's speech has the power to reach the ma**es/
f*** beef, a 16 bar piece could be used to teach the planet/
move aside and let the Gods decipher the coded language of supreme mathematics/
but the powers that be seek to ban it, cause they see it as some deceitful black shit/
why are they afraid of the ways of my divine penmanship?/
what i write on a page ain't satan shit, its pro-righteous and anti-devilish/
inject my pen's serum into your system as medicine for prevalent ignorance/
85% of us are mentally dumb, deaf and blind to what's happening/
10% understand this and wish to keep the ma**es locked in this system/
mind control methods using entertainment, politics, economics and religion/
the remaining 5% have repossessed knowledge of the truth and overstand the game the 10% are playing/
enlightened divine beings who seek to liberate the 85% through education/
that makes a 100% in total, real mathematics you don't learn in them school bulidings/
the wise will recognize, while the rest will scorn the wisdom in my lyricism....
peace.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Some mo fire.....
« on: June 25, 2006, 11:54:07 PM »
I am a threat to the status quo personified/
an erudite pariah, peep the colour of courage in the iris of my eyes/
my intelligence quotient is exceptionally potent/
intemperate poet with awkward thoughts of walking on oceans/
pimping mother nature, navigate water bodies like Moses, holmes/
toxic saliva turns adamantium skeletons into porous bones/
spiritual but not religious, gifted lyricist flowing calm/
embarra** a rapper, smash his confidence,smack him with his own palm/
in the craft of rap going strong, have the track screaming something murder/
stay in the lab, light my greenery with a Bunsen burner/
f*** jewelry, i walk around flossing with a bucket of ice/
no longer a Child of Destiny, kinda like LeToya Luckett--sike/
kidnap pregnant prostitutes and give them C-Sections with a blunted knife/
if the baby survives, the baby's mine/
heaven is what you make it and hell is the process of the daily grind/
the owner of an amazing mind, a question-mark incarnate with no medical answer/
syllable master with flavor like skittles, a lyrical romancer/
but i could change my set and become a pain in the neck like cervical cancer/
we're all works in progress, my attitude when battling you is standoffish/
witness the process of a sick artist drop knowledge and spit the hottest topics to concoct my magnum opus in this abandoned office/
even if you tossed stones into feces, you still couldn't "rock shit"!/
so stop it, spirituality is the currency, watch the God profit/
flow by the distance, breaking the meter/
intimidate your mental state, i hear your legs shake from the receiver/
don't get me irate and make me re-create "Ether"/
travel a long way and stop to wash my face at lake Tanganyika/
treat beats like my favorite feast, peep how them shits get eat up/
there's a science to the technique, i'm light years ahead of these finger snapping bastards/
hand me your wack disc so i can add advanced mathematics to your half-a**ed track-list/
mentally journey the atlas and get sustenance from a cactus/
fast track back to the past to attack fascist anglosaxons who kidnapped and harra**ed Africans......
an erudite pariah, peep the colour of courage in the iris of my eyes/
my intelligence quotient is exceptionally potent/
intemperate poet with awkward thoughts of walking on oceans/
pimping mother nature, navigate water bodies like Moses, holmes/
toxic saliva turns adamantium skeletons into porous bones/
spiritual but not religious, gifted lyricist flowing calm/
embarra** a rapper, smash his confidence,smack him with his own palm/
in the craft of rap going strong, have the track screaming something murder/
stay in the lab, light my greenery with a Bunsen burner/
f*** jewelry, i walk around flossing with a bucket of ice/
no longer a Child of Destiny, kinda like LeToya Luckett--sike/
kidnap pregnant prostitutes and give them C-Sections with a blunted knife/
if the baby survives, the baby's mine/
heaven is what you make it and hell is the process of the daily grind/
the owner of an amazing mind, a question-mark incarnate with no medical answer/
syllable master with flavor like skittles, a lyrical romancer/
but i could change my set and become a pain in the neck like cervical cancer/
we're all works in progress, my attitude when battling you is standoffish/
witness the process of a sick artist drop knowledge and spit the hottest topics to concoct my magnum opus in this abandoned office/
even if you tossed stones into feces, you still couldn't "rock shit"!/
so stop it, spirituality is the currency, watch the God profit/
flow by the distance, breaking the meter/
intimidate your mental state, i hear your legs shake from the receiver/
don't get me irate and make me re-create "Ether"/
travel a long way and stop to wash my face at lake Tanganyika/
treat beats like my favorite feast, peep how them shits get eat up/
there's a science to the technique, i'm light years ahead of these finger snapping bastards/
hand me your wack disc so i can add advanced mathematics to your half-a**ed track-list/
mentally journey the atlas and get sustenance from a cactus/
fast track back to the past to attack fascist anglosaxons who kidnapped and harra**ed Africans......
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Just my two cents
« on: June 06, 2006, 10:22:03 PM »
History is a set of lies agreed upon/
so don't believe everything your eyes be reading on/
i paint my lyricism with ancient Egyptian symbolism/
what i say could train your brain muscles so pay attention and listen/
f*** being threatened by doomsday and religion, their intention was to deceive us/
they use mind control methods to try and beat us/
diffusion of ludicrous rumors propagated by the greedy elite media/
you could choose to stay meek or speak up, get a 9-millimeter and shoot these Illuminist leaders/
we've been fooled by them History books which seriously mislead us/
the reason they conceal the beauty of Africa is because they were conceived by evil Europeans/
those bastards acquired ownership of the written-word so they could navigate our train of thought/
but not all is lost, cause we still got Oral tradition which remains a sacred art/
enable the truth to reach future generations, become a chain of cause/
we're all involved the same, pay it forward, its up to us to play our part/
each one teach one, we owe it to Mother Africa's heart/
the concept of world peace is not utopia, its not as far-fetched as you think it is/
war is a multi-trillion dollar industry which secret society has an interest in/
therefore world peace would ruin many Bilderberg Group businesses/
Blak Diamond Militia is my soul, i could never stress enough how much i care for this/
the Illuminati's main weapon is propaganda,the trick is to keep scaring us/
The Doomsday Cult create global pandemic outbreaks and place the blame on terrorists/
the grand plan is to have the planet in a ma**ive panic/
they aim to attain 'perfection' through destruction as symbolized by the Phoenix and Atlantis/
f*** going to hell, this is hell-- disease, natural disasters, poverty and anarchy/
wars and revolutions are maneuvered to move their own people higher up in the political hierarchy/
going against these odds will be extremely hard, but we gotta try/
my views could get me killed, but its better to die for the truth than to live for a lie....
so don't believe everything your eyes be reading on/
i paint my lyricism with ancient Egyptian symbolism/
what i say could train your brain muscles so pay attention and listen/
f*** being threatened by doomsday and religion, their intention was to deceive us/
they use mind control methods to try and beat us/
diffusion of ludicrous rumors propagated by the greedy elite media/
you could choose to stay meek or speak up, get a 9-millimeter and shoot these Illuminist leaders/
we've been fooled by them History books which seriously mislead us/
the reason they conceal the beauty of Africa is because they were conceived by evil Europeans/
those bastards acquired ownership of the written-word so they could navigate our train of thought/
but not all is lost, cause we still got Oral tradition which remains a sacred art/
enable the truth to reach future generations, become a chain of cause/
we're all involved the same, pay it forward, its up to us to play our part/
each one teach one, we owe it to Mother Africa's heart/
the concept of world peace is not utopia, its not as far-fetched as you think it is/
war is a multi-trillion dollar industry which secret society has an interest in/
therefore world peace would ruin many Bilderberg Group businesses/
Blak Diamond Militia is my soul, i could never stress enough how much i care for this/
the Illuminati's main weapon is propaganda,the trick is to keep scaring us/
The Doomsday Cult create global pandemic outbreaks and place the blame on terrorists/
the grand plan is to have the planet in a ma**ive panic/
they aim to attain 'perfection' through destruction as symbolized by the Phoenix and Atlantis/
f*** going to hell, this is hell-- disease, natural disasters, poverty and anarchy/
wars and revolutions are maneuvered to move their own people higher up in the political hierarchy/
going against these odds will be extremely hard, but we gotta try/
my views could get me killed, but its better to die for the truth than to live for a lie....
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / HOW TO RHYME 101
« on: May 30, 2006, 12:59:35 AM »
I been dropping crazy knowledge since the first sighting of Halle's comet/
the contents of the apocalypse were drawn by the prophet J-Dogg in Masonic lodges/
a combination of Revelations and the doctrines of the late Nation of Islam leader Elijah Muhammad/
i got my eyes right on the target/
firing five mercury ion rockets at trite artists who write garbage/
listen holmes, i'm destined to be a legend off lyrics alone/
rhyming with the mind-state of nine piranhas fighting over a single chicken-bone/
a schizo with the illest flows/
i'd slit my own wrist-bones if i ever scribble a lyric which isn't dope/
my game is mental like J-Hova, a brave soldier/
i take my bare hands and strangle cobras like great Native American warriors/
my backyard is a burial scene for corny mainstream radio emcees/
you phony pricks probably think "Moby Dick" is a venereal disease, negro please!/
lyrically i'm on a deeper level/
these clowns are thinking underground--shit, i'm 666 storeys beneath the devil!.....
CLa** DISMISSED.
the contents of the apocalypse were drawn by the prophet J-Dogg in Masonic lodges/
a combination of Revelations and the doctrines of the late Nation of Islam leader Elijah Muhammad/
i got my eyes right on the target/
firing five mercury ion rockets at trite artists who write garbage/
listen holmes, i'm destined to be a legend off lyrics alone/
rhyming with the mind-state of nine piranhas fighting over a single chicken-bone/
a schizo with the illest flows/
i'd slit my own wrist-bones if i ever scribble a lyric which isn't dope/
my game is mental like J-Hova, a brave soldier/
i take my bare hands and strangle cobras like great Native American warriors/
my backyard is a burial scene for corny mainstream radio emcees/
you phony pricks probably think "Moby Dick" is a venereal disease, negro please!/
lyrically i'm on a deeper level/
these clowns are thinking underground--shit, i'm 666 storeys beneath the devil!.....
CLa** DISMISSED.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / HOW TO RHYME 101
« on: May 17, 2006, 02:56:53 PM »
J-Dogg is the eight spawn of satan/
when its dark i get on a ouija board and conversate with Carl Sagan/
we debate the right and wrongs of the Drake equation and weigh in on the possibility of an Iran invasion/
i am god, but my neighbours call me a retarded atheist with a conspiracy-theory fascination/
i got a soft spot for Asian broads and B-Ball games on PlayStation/
lyrical criminal, i catch cases and smile easily with no hesitation/
y'all get on trial, beat it but feel guilty like masturbation/
my style is viler than AIDS-infected child-rapists wilding with an anal fixation/
Jay been spitting flames way before fire was discovered by cavemen in the ancient Cayman/
i been battling ever since an Arabian sold the first African to be enslaved by racist Caucasians in the American nation/
i been blazing since the days of the 1st slave rebellion by Haitians/
in Layman terms, my words are simply amazing/
the sperm from my pen will merge with a page's egg and commence a verse's creation/
verbal lacerations sever veins and turn his or hers into third-ward hospital patients/
i'm the third world version of Germaine Williams but with better alliteration/
academics give merit to my truth like catholic hermits do to the book of Revelations/
hiphop is my very heart, i been rocking non-stop for ages....
CLa** DISMISSED.
when its dark i get on a ouija board and conversate with Carl Sagan/
we debate the right and wrongs of the Drake equation and weigh in on the possibility of an Iran invasion/
i am god, but my neighbours call me a retarded atheist with a conspiracy-theory fascination/
i got a soft spot for Asian broads and B-Ball games on PlayStation/
lyrical criminal, i catch cases and smile easily with no hesitation/
y'all get on trial, beat it but feel guilty like masturbation/
my style is viler than AIDS-infected child-rapists wilding with an anal fixation/
Jay been spitting flames way before fire was discovered by cavemen in the ancient Cayman/
i been battling ever since an Arabian sold the first African to be enslaved by racist Caucasians in the American nation/
i been blazing since the days of the 1st slave rebellion by Haitians/
in Layman terms, my words are simply amazing/
the sperm from my pen will merge with a page's egg and commence a verse's creation/
verbal lacerations sever veins and turn his or hers into third-ward hospital patients/
i'm the third world version of Germaine Williams but with better alliteration/
academics give merit to my truth like catholic hermits do to the book of Revelations/
hiphop is my very heart, i been rocking non-stop for ages....
CLa** DISMISSED.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / A changed man
« on: May 06, 2006, 06:08:21 PM »
Da vinci code posters adorn the walls of my mental/
write bars to the sound of sun-rise, dropping freestyles to God's instrumentals/
i got lead too, your rifle isn't mightier than my pencil/
for a while my appetite was satisfied with a slice of pie from the devil/
but now i'm a wise rebel/
tired of having my eyes firmly fixed on fictitious prizes/
used to socialize with demons who hide behind friendly disguises/
i thought life was exciting, wilding like a twenty five year old Mike Tyson/
drug addiction, vandalism and all kinds of vices/
fast ladies, eighty-proof liquors i was feenin/
Egyptian reefer had me dreaming of drinking apple martini's with Eve in the Garden Of Eden/
i was the one who told her to give Adam the apple/
the nigga was jealous of my shit so i slit his Adam's Apple/
God cusses me out and gives me away to satan/
hellfire scorches my flesh and i wake up in a cold sweat screaming/
at that moment i decided to change my ways, alter my thought pattern/
my boys are still "Wild N'Out", they say i have become softer than Nick Cannon/
in retrospect, i wish i could undo all those silly mistakes/
there is so much more to life than trying to be a G, beefing with peeps everyday/
i would rather listen to Nkrumah's speeches on tape while a gorgeous Ethiopian poetess feeds me grapes/
my soul is a black diamond, so i don't need to floss/
i'm just trying to bring truth to my people like Peter Tosh....
write bars to the sound of sun-rise, dropping freestyles to God's instrumentals/
i got lead too, your rifle isn't mightier than my pencil/
for a while my appetite was satisfied with a slice of pie from the devil/
but now i'm a wise rebel/
tired of having my eyes firmly fixed on fictitious prizes/
used to socialize with demons who hide behind friendly disguises/
i thought life was exciting, wilding like a twenty five year old Mike Tyson/
drug addiction, vandalism and all kinds of vices/
fast ladies, eighty-proof liquors i was feenin/
Egyptian reefer had me dreaming of drinking apple martini's with Eve in the Garden Of Eden/
i was the one who told her to give Adam the apple/
the nigga was jealous of my shit so i slit his Adam's Apple/
God cusses me out and gives me away to satan/
hellfire scorches my flesh and i wake up in a cold sweat screaming/
at that moment i decided to change my ways, alter my thought pattern/
my boys are still "Wild N'Out", they say i have become softer than Nick Cannon/
in retrospect, i wish i could undo all those silly mistakes/
there is so much more to life than trying to be a G, beefing with peeps everyday/
i would rather listen to Nkrumah's speeches on tape while a gorgeous Ethiopian poetess feeds me grapes/
my soul is a black diamond, so i don't need to floss/
i'm just trying to bring truth to my people like Peter Tosh....
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / The beast in man
« on: April 27, 2006, 11:17:07 PM »
Child soldiers in Uganda buck shots with no conscience/
how could we as a human race maintain a poker face to this level of carnage?/
the transformation of Man to monster--Joseph Konye is a devil incarnate/
he got folks believing he's God, how do we even fall for such nonsense?/
i can't begin to fathom what these poor people gotta face/
imagine being eleven and forced to bludgeon your Father in the face!/
imagine standing helpless and being forced to watch your Moms getting raped!/
children get abducted by the LRA and forced to become soldiers, porters and sexual slaves/
toddlers become 'nightwlakers', they have no choice but to escape/
Little Jane used to say her prayers every night in front of a charcoal fire/
her faith has changed--today an AK-47 is her Messiah/
it is our collective responsibility as human beings to try and make a difference/
increase awareness of this situation--inform your Mothers, Fathers, brothers and sisters/
J-Dogg is far from being a Koffi Annan, but this is something that we all need to do/
muthaf***as like Chris Tucker seem to be more concerned than me and you....
how could we as a human race maintain a poker face to this level of carnage?/
the transformation of Man to monster--Joseph Konye is a devil incarnate/
he got folks believing he's God, how do we even fall for such nonsense?/
i can't begin to fathom what these poor people gotta face/
imagine being eleven and forced to bludgeon your Father in the face!/
imagine standing helpless and being forced to watch your Moms getting raped!/
children get abducted by the LRA and forced to become soldiers, porters and sexual slaves/
toddlers become 'nightwlakers', they have no choice but to escape/
Little Jane used to say her prayers every night in front of a charcoal fire/
her faith has changed--today an AK-47 is her Messiah/
it is our collective responsibility as human beings to try and make a difference/
increase awareness of this situation--inform your Mothers, Fathers, brothers and sisters/
J-Dogg is far from being a Koffi Annan, but this is something that we all need to do/
muthaf***as like Chris Tucker seem to be more concerned than me and you....
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / THE POLITICS OF COURTSHIP
« on: April 22, 2006, 08:40:53 PM »
You are out of this world girl, your countenance is magic/
your gap-toothed smile reminds me of "Uranus", and i'm not talking about the seventh planet/
i hope you're not sensitive to this kind of language/
oh my, your eyes are quite enchanting with your fantastic self/
especially when i look into them and see the reflection of my handsome self/
i'm not 'Mr.Smooth' but i'm the absolute truth when it comes to rendezvous affairs/
in case you haven't noticed boo, my whole attitude is "who cares?"/
you said i am full of it--full of what?, i only had two beers!/
listen ma, you gotta be headstrong and give strong head or else you gonna have to call a cab/
i'm far from a pimp, but i don't part with my cash just to score with tramps/
this Guy ain't "Richie", so don't expect the Dogg to spoil you like Madonna's a**/
and i hope you're not afraid of snakes cause i happen to have an anaconda in my pants/
by the way, here are my digits--its okay, i don't want to take your fake number/
i know those games, you could never play Jay for a sucker/
its your loss slut, cause i'm all that plus a crate of Tusker,Muthaf***a.....
your gap-toothed smile reminds me of "Uranus", and i'm not talking about the seventh planet/
i hope you're not sensitive to this kind of language/
oh my, your eyes are quite enchanting with your fantastic self/
especially when i look into them and see the reflection of my handsome self/
i'm not 'Mr.Smooth' but i'm the absolute truth when it comes to rendezvous affairs/
in case you haven't noticed boo, my whole attitude is "who cares?"/
you said i am full of it--full of what?, i only had two beers!/
listen ma, you gotta be headstrong and give strong head or else you gonna have to call a cab/
i'm far from a pimp, but i don't part with my cash just to score with tramps/
this Guy ain't "Richie", so don't expect the Dogg to spoil you like Madonna's a**/
and i hope you're not afraid of snakes cause i happen to have an anaconda in my pants/
by the way, here are my digits--its okay, i don't want to take your fake number/
i know those games, you could never play Jay for a sucker/
its your loss slut, cause i'm all that plus a crate of Tusker,Muthaf***a.....
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / QUEEN MOTHER EARTH
« on: April 10, 2006, 09:56:43 PM »
What i'm gonna do is an experiment/
to try and create the perfect chick/
so just open your mind's eye and try to visualize this......
This is the creation of a Goddess, personified in a lyric/
take Sade's mysterious allure and Brenda Fa**ie's lively spirit/
i know its probably silly to fathom someone so godly/
but take Wangari Maathai's heart and put it in Bruna's body/
so far i have a saint and a model, but something is still missing though/
i love music, so i'd give her Zamajobe Sithole's soul/
so she can sing me something beautiful and make me smile/
i kinda like tomboys so i'd give her a pinch of Nazizi's style/
so far so good--can it get any better?/
she has to be really clever so i guess i'd give her the intelligence of Miriam Makeba/
we won't have to get intimate, we could just be friends and keep it moving/
a talented actress with a resume that doesn't need improving/
a movie cutie like Charlize Theron or Thandie Newton/
starring in a low-budget independent--something romantic and racy/
with cast appearances by sexy ladies like K-Lynn and RayCee/
but if you're acting like a diva then you'll have to go/
did i already mention that she has to have loads of soul?/
a member of the fairer gender with the "Grace" of a presenter from Channel O/
this goes out to all my African ladies/
please don't let the European standard of beauty drive you crazy!/
forget the stereotypes, turn off that T.V and throw away those magazines/
don't you know you're already a queen?--so you don't have to dream!/
you don't need make-up on face, you don't have to starve yourself to improve your figure/
understand that your beauty is beyond what you see in that mirror!/
you are the life-giver, the backbone of every family/
i get out of line sometimes, i can understand why you get mad at me/
i thank you for that cause you help bring out the man in me/
i promise to always honor you and treat you like the queen you are/
you inspire me, you make me wanna reach for the stars/
you said i make blush when i do this, but i just had to write this/
i am enchanted by the very idea of you, anything that resembles your likeness/
i usually keep this kind of feeling hidden inside but i'm tired of trying to hide it/
whole galaxies whirl behind those wonderful eyes--the sight is priceless/
signing out is your loyal subject--i will forever serve you, your Highness!...
to try and create the perfect chick/
so just open your mind's eye and try to visualize this......
This is the creation of a Goddess, personified in a lyric/
take Sade's mysterious allure and Brenda Fa**ie's lively spirit/
i know its probably silly to fathom someone so godly/
but take Wangari Maathai's heart and put it in Bruna's body/
so far i have a saint and a model, but something is still missing though/
i love music, so i'd give her Zamajobe Sithole's soul/
so she can sing me something beautiful and make me smile/
i kinda like tomboys so i'd give her a pinch of Nazizi's style/
so far so good--can it get any better?/
she has to be really clever so i guess i'd give her the intelligence of Miriam Makeba/
we won't have to get intimate, we could just be friends and keep it moving/
a talented actress with a resume that doesn't need improving/
a movie cutie like Charlize Theron or Thandie Newton/
starring in a low-budget independent--something romantic and racy/
with cast appearances by sexy ladies like K-Lynn and RayCee/
but if you're acting like a diva then you'll have to go/
did i already mention that she has to have loads of soul?/
a member of the fairer gender with the "Grace" of a presenter from Channel O/
this goes out to all my African ladies/
please don't let the European standard of beauty drive you crazy!/
forget the stereotypes, turn off that T.V and throw away those magazines/
don't you know you're already a queen?--so you don't have to dream!/
you don't need make-up on face, you don't have to starve yourself to improve your figure/
understand that your beauty is beyond what you see in that mirror!/
you are the life-giver, the backbone of every family/
i get out of line sometimes, i can understand why you get mad at me/
i thank you for that cause you help bring out the man in me/
i promise to always honor you and treat you like the queen you are/
you inspire me, you make me wanna reach for the stars/
you said i make blush when i do this, but i just had to write this/
i am enchanted by the very idea of you, anything that resembles your likeness/
i usually keep this kind of feeling hidden inside but i'm tired of trying to hide it/
whole galaxies whirl behind those wonderful eyes--the sight is priceless/
signing out is your loyal subject--i will forever serve you, your Highness!...
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / BLAK DIAMOND MILITIA
« on: March 25, 2006, 12:11:04 AM »
The nightsky is my blackboard/
i use the north star as my chalk to write interstellar metaphors/
my lyrical signature is too complex for y'all/
it usually takes at least six minutes for y'all to get it and give J-Dogg a round of applause/
your brain must be aphasic if you can't relate to the innate nature of these amazing bars/
its crazy the way the Danish cartoons have enraged the global nation of Islam!/
yesterday i read about eight pages from the Holy Koran/
and then i woke up today with a tattoo of Allah's face on my arm/
modern day revolutionary making y'all raise your arms/
if i get arraigned i'm gonna tell it straight to the judge like Saddam/
working-cla** folks are nothing but pawns in this capitalist monopoly/
i'd rather be a bum in a socialist economy than be a top gun in this democracy of hypocrisy!/
i pay attention to the aphorisms of Socrates and sway to the rhythms of the Infamous Mobb Deep/
honestly my philosophy is a cross between Malcolm and Gandhi/
i'm peace loving but you could get this piece to your stomach if you try to stop me!/
f*** a rap group, i'm forming a colony/
--an amalgamation of nothing but the livest niggas/
21 gun-salute to the Blak Diamond Militia!!.....
i use the north star as my chalk to write interstellar metaphors/
my lyrical signature is too complex for y'all/
it usually takes at least six minutes for y'all to get it and give J-Dogg a round of applause/
your brain must be aphasic if you can't relate to the innate nature of these amazing bars/
its crazy the way the Danish cartoons have enraged the global nation of Islam!/
yesterday i read about eight pages from the Holy Koran/
and then i woke up today with a tattoo of Allah's face on my arm/
modern day revolutionary making y'all raise your arms/
if i get arraigned i'm gonna tell it straight to the judge like Saddam/
working-cla** folks are nothing but pawns in this capitalist monopoly/
i'd rather be a bum in a socialist economy than be a top gun in this democracy of hypocrisy!/
i pay attention to the aphorisms of Socrates and sway to the rhythms of the Infamous Mobb Deep/
honestly my philosophy is a cross between Malcolm and Gandhi/
i'm peace loving but you could get this piece to your stomach if you try to stop me!/
f*** a rap group, i'm forming a colony/
--an amalgamation of nothing but the livest niggas/
21 gun-salute to the Blak Diamond Militia!!.....
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Black steel in the hour...
« on: March 04, 2006, 08:54:43 PM »
I don't hustle and flow, i hustle flows for our souls' sake/
hoping to get your dome open like a golden mic showcase/
i was told by a wise old man to stroll at my own pace/
he said something to the effect of--"be young at heart, but think like an older guy/
become nutrition for the human spirit, food for thought for the growing mind"/
that is why i keep the flow cold from the first to the closing line/
Jay-Z conceived 'The Blueprint' but i'd rather read my own manual/
f*** beef, i'm just speaking my piece cause this is deeper than a battle/
i won't sleep until me and my queen own a castle/
burning incense, listening to Nina Simone and Fiona Apple/
i'm convinced the script was written but was never spoken over beats/
i''m choking the throat of ignorance with knowledge stolen from sleep/
revenge might be sweet to the mind but it could leave your life with a sour taste/
we have been oppressed for so long--how does one begin to define our pain?!?/
the reason we boast of freedom is because we are too blind to see our chains!/
it is mental slavery, on certain days i can literally fell them chains on me/
Frederick Dougla** said education made him a free mind trapped inside a slave's body/
but today it's like we are enslaved minds caged in emancipated bodies!!.
STAY BLACK Y'ALL!!! :wink:
hoping to get your dome open like a golden mic showcase/
i was told by a wise old man to stroll at my own pace/
he said something to the effect of--"be young at heart, but think like an older guy/
become nutrition for the human spirit, food for thought for the growing mind"/
that is why i keep the flow cold from the first to the closing line/
Jay-Z conceived 'The Blueprint' but i'd rather read my own manual/
f*** beef, i'm just speaking my piece cause this is deeper than a battle/
i won't sleep until me and my queen own a castle/
burning incense, listening to Nina Simone and Fiona Apple/
i'm convinced the script was written but was never spoken over beats/
i''m choking the throat of ignorance with knowledge stolen from sleep/
revenge might be sweet to the mind but it could leave your life with a sour taste/
we have been oppressed for so long--how does one begin to define our pain?!?/
the reason we boast of freedom is because we are too blind to see our chains!/
it is mental slavery, on certain days i can literally fell them chains on me/
Frederick Dougla** said education made him a free mind trapped inside a slave's body/
but today it's like we are enslaved minds caged in emancipated bodies!!.
STAY BLACK Y'ALL!!! :wink:
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / REAL TALK PT.2
« on: February 18, 2006, 09:12:09 PM »
My pen is power/
it excites women and frees the minds of children/
demons bleed at the sight of the dried ink from my divine lyricism/
my rhyme is a time machine taking me back to the life-time my ancestors lived in/
when kingdoms and tribes were ravaged by merchant savages and missionaries speaking lies/
our planet is a living breathing female who's been gang-raped and severely disgraced/
if you really listen, you can hear tears streaming down her pretty face/
i guess that's the reason it rains/
white historians distorted facts from the past--who are they to define my pain?!?/
my distinct African features got these white people looking at me fish-eyed like i'm some uncivilsed black beast/
a poet preaches sermon while a prostitute at the back falls fast asleep/
our main enemy today goes by the name 'ignorance'/
Hell is here on earth,and guess what?--we're living it!/
The President is the nemesis,he doesn't give a shit, so it's imperative that we become militant/
'The Patriot Act' got these f***ing hypocrites stickin' their nose in my innocent business/
if i don't get a**a**inated soon, they'll have me arraigned by June/
but no matter what they say or do they can't change my views/
cause J-Dogg is a modern day Langston Hughes!!/
--in the form of a rhyme maven, creating an incredible buzz/
cause my release date is anticipated like Mandela's was....
it excites women and frees the minds of children/
demons bleed at the sight of the dried ink from my divine lyricism/
my rhyme is a time machine taking me back to the life-time my ancestors lived in/
when kingdoms and tribes were ravaged by merchant savages and missionaries speaking lies/
our planet is a living breathing female who's been gang-raped and severely disgraced/
if you really listen, you can hear tears streaming down her pretty face/
i guess that's the reason it rains/
white historians distorted facts from the past--who are they to define my pain?!?/
my distinct African features got these white people looking at me fish-eyed like i'm some uncivilsed black beast/
a poet preaches sermon while a prostitute at the back falls fast asleep/
our main enemy today goes by the name 'ignorance'/
Hell is here on earth,and guess what?--we're living it!/
The President is the nemesis,he doesn't give a shit, so it's imperative that we become militant/
'The Patriot Act' got these f***ing hypocrites stickin' their nose in my innocent business/
if i don't get a**a**inated soon, they'll have me arraigned by June/
but no matter what they say or do they can't change my views/
cause J-Dogg is a modern day Langston Hughes!!/
--in the form of a rhyme maven, creating an incredible buzz/
cause my release date is anticipated like Mandela's was....
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