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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / VORTx

« on: September 22, 2007, 10:35:46 AM »

Verse 4 verse i'm exherting certain capitals wit uni-minds/
U cudn't laugh along if u had Kurt Schoonraad's eyes/
It's no joke fiya serves 2 blow smoke/
There's slack but there's no scope kids as yung as 11's
outgrowing grown folk/
I'm Ben Kenobi China white da 4th power every hour grip
tight hold me @ centrefuge i lose idyllic flows/
My scent steels metalic nose/
I'm ova da moon drunken sober monsoon monstrosity looms
wit freaks creeps geeks and goons/
Havin a conversation about a common abomination/
In various tones witout breakkin their concentration/
Da confrontation came in a new constellation wit combinations
able 2 chew on u'r patience//

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Hip Hop Events / Life Goes On

« on: September 21, 2007, 11:08:57 AM »

Even if i shud not recieve said invite it will not take away from da fact that the world will neva again have anotha poet of my calibre.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / iLL As f***

« on: September 20, 2007, 11:27:21 AM »

Nicely done bruh Yo u got more?

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Hip Hop Events / Nvyt Me

« on: September 19, 2007, 12:47:01 PM »

Yo this is dope!I wud very much like to attend this being ghetto based i think it's important that i do.Poetry will neva b da same again but eish i work by invitation only.Look 4ward 2 gettin it!

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Emcees

« on: September 10, 2007, 05:03:35 PM »

2 be an emcee i had 2 struggle & train/
Run da Comarades barefeet & suffa da pain/
I'm a verbal athlete my technique is far 4rm common/
I spit 'till my lips is raw wit blisters on 'em/
My flows can punch holes in da walls of a sound-booth/
Had engineers up in arms try'na down tools/
2 be an emcee u shud 4get about ground rules/
& hit 'em wit darts so hard that even the ground moves/

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Behold

« on: September 07, 2007, 11:42:34 AM »

Behold i stick 7 scrolls in2 u'r souls/
Turn water in2 fiya bring tyrants in2 da fold/
Violence is in control cause science 2 go on hold/
So that dead paraplegic legs can not afford 2 stroll/
Abort ya Supabowl pick Tic 2 da Tac Toe/
I'm futuristic i do my thing in a capsule/
I vault over asphalt Smashmouth & grab Hulk/
True that u too puny so u wish that u had bulk/
Born 4rm devil eggs i spawn in2 derelics/
Take flight wit cherub wings/
Poisoning terrapins/
Da evidence lies deep in da sediments/
Excavated by hand in da guise that it's medicine/
Suprise a regiment evil prevalent resident/
There's no beta reason 2 hav a Demon 4 President/
Regress in2 a very deadly abyss/
Force da issue untill u'r very life is @ risk/
4rm da fallout mutation walks 2 get on my list/
Call me Galactus my silver surfs ahead of my Blitz//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Skill Is Vital

« on: September 06, 2007, 02:56:19 PM »

Yo dawg i been writin an spittin rhymes since '89 so fa me it's safe 2 say i've mastad my ART fa real but what scares me da most is that i'm far 4rm my best lots more ill flows an punchlines 2 come.So wit that said this is me;"I'm every emcees favourite rapper an every rappers favourite emcee".

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Battle One on One / Blast Masta

« on: September 06, 2007, 02:38:57 PM »

I haunt like a staunch dad/
Launch 4rm a launchpad/
While these mutha f***as is
beefing becos their form's bad/
I got a norm that pushes a thorn back/
Into da ground hard stepping i'm on that/
Meanwhile u creep in da league of a wombat/
& u don't want that/
& u don't want contact/
Cos when u step 2 me it beta b on sum combat//

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Battle One on One / Ha Ha Ha

« on: September 05, 2007, 01:49:22 PM »

Yo i don't expect anythin 4rm u dawg i know u can't read.

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Battle One on One / Ooh Yeah

« on: September 05, 2007, 01:42:33 PM »

Beta watch cos i'm about 2 run da spot/
An if u lucky dawg i'ma let u run a dot/
B4 i bring Wild Life back 2 run amok/
Yo my lyrical shocks like a gun was cocked/
Thaz y i write rhymes wit lines dat jus punch alot/
But it's still work altho i don't punch a clock/
An don't blame me i stopped giving a**umptions props/
Da tip-off was cool da hunch was not/
Quasimoto's abcrunch jump & jog/
Pump iron 2 keep dat flab under lock/
It's slim pickings & Rasta don't bumba clot/
I luv 2 rock & this here's a bumper crop/
U wanna stop rewind an' 4rm da top/
It's word of mouth an' u don't wanna cum wit pop/
I cum 2 rob when sum of u was cum 2 shop/
Let's sum this up/
Da rumble left u thunder struck/
B 52  as soon as da bomber drops/
I say f*** cops cos they don't seem 2 honour much//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Cypher Cipha

« on: August 03, 2007, 12:36:41 PM »

They shud bring that shit to Capetown so i can RULE it :twisted:

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Battle One on One / I Rule This Shit

« on: August 03, 2007, 12:24:50 PM »

I'm pissd off @ da whole world not jus you/
So @ da next stop my plans to throw a bus @ you/
An let you back seat drive lik you here to view/
Cut da chit chat cause lately i'm not hearin you/
Want lyrical content i'll fulfill ur rap needs/
On africasgateway see that's where da Bat feeds/
On da souls of these a**holes thinkin they trapped me/
When actually i showed up wearin nothin but a rap sheet/
I'm proudly South African i've been for awhile now/
But all i got to show da world is how well i wild out/
Lik takin da hostages but not lettin da Child out/
Waving da gunz wit da serials filed out/
My immediate surruondings don't allow me to mild out/
I'll catch a case case catch me @ my house/
Invading you on myspace wit a click of my mouse/
Da ruff an tuffian General Kadafian/
I'm similar to Bad Boy i so much Puffy-ing

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Battle One on One / Puke

« on: July 30, 2007, 11:15:39 AM »

Evaluate my head set its set on crazy/
Necropheliac i fuk dead people daily/
Wit a condom on inside out 2 penetrate
my sperm count/
An shove my penis hard in2 ur unborn
daughtaz mouth/
Welcum 2 my slaughta house wher tortures
all about/
More gore than saw 4 thers corpses all around/
Im sick see me stick my dick in2 a female pig/
Ejaculate an rub da semen on ur grannies cheek/
A pedophile lurkin in a park @ large/
Surrounded wit kids 2 f*** so im bond 2 die hard/

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Battle One on One / Chew On Diss While U Wait

« on: July 20, 2007, 02:20:58 PM »

I lacerate so hot i burn these germs/
Burn u worms/
My spitting had da world concerned/
Never exodus hip hop go shop the term/
Make it a catch phrase so evrything i throw
u learn/
U'll feel da breeze over 7 seas the scenes
is sickening/
Seems da heart rates of sum o' these emcees
is easy pickings/

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Battle One on One / Sneak Attack

« on: July 20, 2007, 02:08:37 PM »

My world wide web stretches beside Tibet/
I'm far fetched tough to figure out hard to digest/
I'll scorch u'r eyelids 4 lookin @ my words/
Take me to u'r leader i'll be giving him sideburns/
Ergonomic design signs of vomit/
Giving u .... lines then let u sign on it/
U'r spine's chronic/
Mine u'll find on a comet/
My syllables hedge-hog and re-define sonic/
The blind'll be led in a line that doesn't connect/
Some o' them showed sudden unrest/
I wasn't impressed/
I'm GreenBat they was more like peasants on legs/
They had baskets but couldn't spot the lesson of eggs/
It's where u put 'em it's not about how much u invest/