Show Posts
151
Chief Rocka - Open Mic / A holla to my nucca JACK THE RIPPER (A.K.A PROFFESSOR X)
« on: December 16, 2006, 10:33:02 PM »
Yo Jack nice lines dog, now why dont you spit lines like that when were on air. I think you should concider ghost writing. Hold it down in ZIM kid, tell them about the kid Z-Digi
Let me drop one like we do back in nmmu city on the present test on your grimmy session.
I spit cold enough to make the waters in your body freeze
You know the scene is bound to be abscene with Z-Digi in the scene
The only peace I carry I use to delete emcees
Raps been in my blood since nurses cut my ambilical
So I picked up the mic cord instead & reconnected on the lyrical
Gave myself a nickname then changed it to Digital
If theres anyone higher Im that dudes pinnical
I'll only quit raping when black women start wearing their own hair
Im the king of this thrown with no heir
Everything I spit remains cla**ic through time, like nike airs
Compare me to a medium cooked steak, Im that rare
My raps are far beyond the grasp the average cranial matrix
Face it most raps are basic
Everything Cats write I know another emcee had already laced it
Cats just took pen & pad and traced it
Trying me you must be mislead or in denial
Like most people who think blue to be the colour of the sky
When I spit cats should wear a rhyme proof vest
Contestants styles die out like they been infected with HIV
I wonder what biters'll do knowing my lines are laced with ARV’S
Dont mess with a 25 mic-cla**ic emcee
There’re 5 mics in every letter of Z-DIGI
I spit waves so when I flow flee quick
Coz I wont stop till the cypher get sea sick
Lately I been flowing so much niggaz have to grow gills
Poeple drown when my flows spill
Dont push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....
Let me drop one like we do back in nmmu city on the present test on your grimmy session.
I spit cold enough to make the waters in your body freeze
You know the scene is bound to be abscene with Z-Digi in the scene
The only peace I carry I use to delete emcees
Raps been in my blood since nurses cut my ambilical
So I picked up the mic cord instead & reconnected on the lyrical
Gave myself a nickname then changed it to Digital
If theres anyone higher Im that dudes pinnical
I'll only quit raping when black women start wearing their own hair
Im the king of this thrown with no heir
Everything I spit remains cla**ic through time, like nike airs
Compare me to a medium cooked steak, Im that rare
My raps are far beyond the grasp the average cranial matrix
Face it most raps are basic
Everything Cats write I know another emcee had already laced it
Cats just took pen & pad and traced it
Trying me you must be mislead or in denial
Like most people who think blue to be the colour of the sky
When I spit cats should wear a rhyme proof vest
Contestants styles die out like they been infected with HIV
I wonder what biters'll do knowing my lines are laced with ARV’S
Dont mess with a 25 mic-cla**ic emcee
There’re 5 mics in every letter of Z-DIGI
I spit waves so when I flow flee quick
Coz I wont stop till the cypher get sea sick
Lately I been flowing so much niggaz have to grow gills
Poeple drown when my flows spill
Dont push me I'll make you run a suicide drill
To see through my WINDOWS i charge you GATE BILLS.....