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Media / Clan In Da Front
« on: April 24, 2007, 12:27:36 PM »
Hell Yeah that's i'm talking bout the Gods should get the f*** up and say what needs to be said.No one says it like the Abbot.Wu-Tang Clan ain't nutting to f*** wit.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Exploration
« on: April 23, 2007, 10:58:44 AM »
Cool if anyone's figured out themselves lemme know how to.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Myself
« on: April 14, 2007, 01:27:45 PM »
I feel like a convict i cannot readjust myself
Why should i trust you i don't even trust myself
Look at myself like i'm someone else entirely
Like i'm a household utensil but i'm not user friendly
And envy makes me second guess myself the situation's
hairy so i had to brush death myself
Rush left myself with too much test myself one on one
dual so i had to best myself
To save myself i had to free myself not see the little stick
but the whole tree myself
Cut some connections just so i can be myself always write
another word of poetry myself
I don't hate myself maybe dis-like myself i could be my
old man maybe he's like myself
Got alot at stake myself i shake myself and if i don't make
it i still wouldn't break myself
I rate myself"Little Man Tate"myself got little time for
small talk i gotta rotate myself
Seperate myself look at me and imitate myself i go inside
myself with only myself allowed where one is company man
and two's a crowd
Sometimes i get drunk just to frustrate myself i'm running
but i can't seem to escape myself.
Why should i trust you i don't even trust myself
Look at myself like i'm someone else entirely
Like i'm a household utensil but i'm not user friendly
And envy makes me second guess myself the situation's
hairy so i had to brush death myself
Rush left myself with too much test myself one on one
dual so i had to best myself
To save myself i had to free myself not see the little stick
but the whole tree myself
Cut some connections just so i can be myself always write
another word of poetry myself
I don't hate myself maybe dis-like myself i could be my
old man maybe he's like myself
Got alot at stake myself i shake myself and if i don't make
it i still wouldn't break myself
I rate myself"Little Man Tate"myself got little time for
small talk i gotta rotate myself
Seperate myself look at me and imitate myself i go inside
myself with only myself allowed where one is company man
and two's a crowd
Sometimes i get drunk just to frustrate myself i'm running
but i can't seem to escape myself.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Thanx Thanx Thanx
« on: April 13, 2007, 12:36:14 PM »
First off Dude there's no sand anywhere where i'm standing.Pity you feel the way you do i could be telling your mammas or sisters story and they will at least have a voice.To the who gave me such positive feed back thank u I appreciate every kind sentiment.Sorry i am so late in responding but they do say better late.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / To Be An Emcee Verse2
« on: April 10, 2007, 01:26:34 PM »
To be an Emcee i personify exspansion my rhymes need
so much room my mind's like a mansion
On point off the mark orderly or random every line is worth
five mics every verse is an anthem
And with skillz as ill as mine i can have pillars climbed with
binary language more imposing than Philistines
Emcees like me will rhyme as long as the flame lasts with
elements twice the size an elephants frame has
To be an emcee you'll have to alienate your family meaning
they on earth you on a whole 'nother galaxy
To go up on a stage you need the nerves of a pilot so when
the crowd put their hands up your twin boosters fired
I ain't live wired i'm just short fused alot they weren't up to
scratch is why my whole crew was cut
But to be an emcee will even force you to grow dredds with
a steel pulse about the size a whales chromozone gets.
so much room my mind's like a mansion
On point off the mark orderly or random every line is worth
five mics every verse is an anthem
And with skillz as ill as mine i can have pillars climbed with
binary language more imposing than Philistines
Emcees like me will rhyme as long as the flame lasts with
elements twice the size an elephants frame has
To be an emcee you'll have to alienate your family meaning
they on earth you on a whole 'nother galaxy
To go up on a stage you need the nerves of a pilot so when
the crowd put their hands up your twin boosters fired
I ain't live wired i'm just short fused alot they weren't up to
scratch is why my whole crew was cut
But to be an emcee will even force you to grow dredds with
a steel pulse about the size a whales chromozone gets.
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General Discussion / List is flawed
« on: April 06, 2007, 12:57:32 PM »
Rakim is great no doubt.But this nigga's coming from some old a** perspective.
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General Discussion / Pro's Ayite
« on: April 06, 2007, 12:53:29 PM »
Dudes got skills when i can understand him(Vanac is played out Binary language is in)So Pro step up to the plate let's see whut else you got.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Where I'm From
« on: April 05, 2007, 12:20:42 PM »
Where i'm from 99 niggaz'll have gunz
the 100th one'll blow your back out to see
your front
Cut your legs off and still force you to run
Yo my block's so hot i need to caution the
sun
And it's clear as day gangsta your portion
is done
You don't have to turn tail you can just
empty the gun but you'll still have the drive
of a pentium1 and it wasn't no balloons what
the f*** just went pop pop
Two to your chest the definition of a drop top
Not fast your a** was slow on the uptake
I'm an upright CD you on Record as a duck
Tape
For f***'s sake someone called the cops again
i'm just trying to survive getting my tops to ten
I got aims explain how i got goals
I eat on the streets cook my food using potholes
Walk on hot coals homie embrace your max
You got the product for free i sold you the facts
I watch my own back like i'm part of con-joined
twins my left knows my right doesn't like
disappointments
I stay headstrong 'till the movement in my leg's
gone you can call me"Cliff"'cause i flip with a
"Edge"on.
the 100th one'll blow your back out to see
your front
Cut your legs off and still force you to run
Yo my block's so hot i need to caution the
sun
And it's clear as day gangsta your portion
is done
You don't have to turn tail you can just
empty the gun but you'll still have the drive
of a pentium1 and it wasn't no balloons what
the f*** just went pop pop
Two to your chest the definition of a drop top
Not fast your a** was slow on the uptake
I'm an upright CD you on Record as a duck
Tape
For f***'s sake someone called the cops again
i'm just trying to survive getting my tops to ten
I got aims explain how i got goals
I eat on the streets cook my food using potholes
Walk on hot coals homie embrace your max
You got the product for free i sold you the facts
I watch my own back like i'm part of con-joined
twins my left knows my right doesn't like
disappointments
I stay headstrong 'till the movement in my leg's
gone you can call me"Cliff"'cause i flip with a
"Edge"on.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / The Producer
« on: April 02, 2007, 11:18:45 AM »
I mean c'mon the beat maker worx da hardest
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Just Think About It Verse3
« on: April 02, 2007, 11:03:07 AM »
I used to be your Special Ed with that said now it's
said and done i went from a Tribe Called to P.E no.1
We had no Common Sense with our Company Flow we
had peoples in our ear like Ben&J-Lo
You were told if i stayed i'd be trouble your way and that
i Mobb Deep from the streets N.W.A
That i slice nay sayers witha Wu-Tang sword and i'm a
no good Bushwick Bill that's coming up short
I was told i had a choice between you and a nice time
the Black Thoughts i sport like Royce Da '5 9"
I tried to be like them never tried to be myself brought
disacord to our world like Em and D12
Just think about it and if it doesn't oppose girl we could
Lean Back like Terror Squad and Fat Joe
But i knew when i met you,you was basically grown
Maybe that's why i'm still here all Aceyalone
said and done i went from a Tribe Called to P.E no.1
We had no Common Sense with our Company Flow we
had peoples in our ear like Ben&J-Lo
You were told if i stayed i'd be trouble your way and that
i Mobb Deep from the streets N.W.A
That i slice nay sayers witha Wu-Tang sword and i'm a
no good Bushwick Bill that's coming up short
I was told i had a choice between you and a nice time
the Black Thoughts i sport like Royce Da '5 9"
I tried to be like them never tried to be myself brought
disacord to our world like Em and D12
Just think about it and if it doesn't oppose girl we could
Lean Back like Terror Squad and Fat Joe
But i knew when i met you,you was basically grown
Maybe that's why i'm still here all Aceyalone
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Wack
« on: April 01, 2007, 11:48:57 AM »
Words only no substance better luck next time pussy.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Just Think About It
« on: April 01, 2007, 11:44:05 AM »
I met a Brand Nubian that i took to the 3rd Base
She was Naughty By Nature man and i was a Scarface
Orginized Confusion with an Optical Illusion
I seen her on the Pharcyde playing her role but the
first thing i noticed was her De La Soul so i pushed right
pa** all these Dialated Peoples her flow was Lady Luck
with Foxy Brown features
Had the kinda booty you could use to heat beaches
A true Blakstarr like Mos' and Kweli claimed she never
had to walk much or Run-Dmc 'cause her pops had a
business like EPMD i was Kool like Kieth and a Prince like
Paul 'cause my Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
all'a ya'll
Knew she loved Jigga like she knew all about him had
everything from Reasonable Doubt to the Black Album
Wouldn't realize just how bad she dives when she's all alone
sipping on Jura**ic 5's that's when i stated this exscuse me
miss let's you and i lip Lox and Jadakiss
Someday you and me can have our own residence
Money in Loyd Banks we started with 50 cents.
This is the first verse of three.Will post other two in time to come enjoy.
GreenBat.
She was Naughty By Nature man and i was a Scarface
Orginized Confusion with an Optical Illusion
I seen her on the Pharcyde playing her role but the
first thing i noticed was her De La Soul so i pushed right
pa** all these Dialated Peoples her flow was Lady Luck
with Foxy Brown features
Had the kinda booty you could use to heat beaches
A true Blakstarr like Mos' and Kweli claimed she never
had to walk much or Run-Dmc 'cause her pops had a
business like EPMD i was Kool like Kieth and a Prince like
Paul 'cause my Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly
all'a ya'll
Knew she loved Jigga like she knew all about him had
everything from Reasonable Doubt to the Black Album
Wouldn't realize just how bad she dives when she's all alone
sipping on Jura**ic 5's that's when i stated this exscuse me
miss let's you and i lip Lox and Jadakiss
Someday you and me can have our own residence
Money in Loyd Banks we started with 50 cents.
This is the first verse of three.Will post other two in time to come enjoy.
GreenBat.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / I Mean It Verse3
« on: April 01, 2007, 11:15:54 AM »
I don't give a f*** i show the fingers to my critics
5% is words 95% is physics
Possessing more symbols than Egyptian hyroglyphics
Bombarding stage hands with technical specifics
I keep a sentence short so i'm dissing you in snippets
and every sentiment is essentially explicit
Implicit hybrid that shit i get high with and stick 5 mics
under each one of my eyelids
I rap to the fact that it's dark on the streets man i
couldn't see my feet much less reach my peak
I stay on the move i don't chill with inert ways lyrically
my job's like 12hr.work days
Colour stains more strange than ox-blood and turqoise
Combination of shades could erase your birthdays
Touched on the sur-face suprise mutha-f***as you found
an open mic that could size mutha-f***as
Shit at sea-level made you dive mutha-f***as
I freak a flow i swore to do it 'till a speaker blows
Nickelodian general custodian ionizing gas chambered
sodium to opium
Results on the tube like an overused velopean came
dropping these bars not like the soap and 'em
Open 'em exsposing closed joints smoking 'em high and
mighty so i might be highly pissed-off i spit razor blades
that'll cut a Dj's wrist off.
5% is words 95% is physics
Possessing more symbols than Egyptian hyroglyphics
Bombarding stage hands with technical specifics
I keep a sentence short so i'm dissing you in snippets
and every sentiment is essentially explicit
Implicit hybrid that shit i get high with and stick 5 mics
under each one of my eyelids
I rap to the fact that it's dark on the streets man i
couldn't see my feet much less reach my peak
I stay on the move i don't chill with inert ways lyrically
my job's like 12hr.work days
Colour stains more strange than ox-blood and turqoise
Combination of shades could erase your birthdays
Touched on the sur-face suprise mutha-f***as you found
an open mic that could size mutha-f***as
Shit at sea-level made you dive mutha-f***as
I freak a flow i swore to do it 'till a speaker blows
Nickelodian general custodian ionizing gas chambered
sodium to opium
Results on the tube like an overused velopean came
dropping these bars not like the soap and 'em
Open 'em exsposing closed joints smoking 'em high and
mighty so i might be highly pissed-off i spit razor blades
that'll cut a Dj's wrist off.
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / City Gunz
« on: March 29, 2007, 11:10:04 AM »
Shots were fired cover your a** like it was attired
It's sionara how bullets smear ma**cara
Tear drops a hundred people screaming that they
hear shots
Buksie got a slug stuck in his guts and his fear
locks shaking his momentum from his cap to his
socks
Blood just spurting outta Buks over half of da blocks
Tina ran for help we just stayed at his side
Told him hold on alright don't let that bull-shit inside
Told me;"Nah this one truly got his name inscripted
on"he drifted on where's the f***ing ambulance
when you need one
I'm looking up at Yvonne knowing he gone she got
her weep on
Witnessess were little one's who peeped on scenes
reminisent of a sea song"Away fore We Go"could we
speaf on murder stays a week long mutha f***a what
should i keep on
Who can stop the rage that habitually stays waiting to
creep on get your Greek extinction we gone or be gone
You decide now this shit i'll leave on a gun totting
Stephan who killed in the month of"Ramadaan"he pretty
calm placing the Bible to his killer palm plus he had the
blood on his arm
What he done to the girl and her mom was a raker
lob-sided tear jerker taking your fear further Cops on the
scene said it's seen everyday the senseless homocide the
dramacide left even big mommas wide.
Ay yo City Gunz unlike the ones in the rural most times
they take plural without a scruple
Hollow Point shots popped your mans in his vehicle Ali in
front of his store and how many more.
'
It's sionara how bullets smear ma**cara
Tear drops a hundred people screaming that they
hear shots
Buksie got a slug stuck in his guts and his fear
locks shaking his momentum from his cap to his
socks
Blood just spurting outta Buks over half of da blocks
Tina ran for help we just stayed at his side
Told him hold on alright don't let that bull-shit inside
Told me;"Nah this one truly got his name inscripted
on"he drifted on where's the f***ing ambulance
when you need one
I'm looking up at Yvonne knowing he gone she got
her weep on
Witnessess were little one's who peeped on scenes
reminisent of a sea song"Away fore We Go"could we
speaf on murder stays a week long mutha f***a what
should i keep on
Who can stop the rage that habitually stays waiting to
creep on get your Greek extinction we gone or be gone
You decide now this shit i'll leave on a gun totting
Stephan who killed in the month of"Ramadaan"he pretty
calm placing the Bible to his killer palm plus he had the
blood on his arm
What he done to the girl and her mom was a raker
lob-sided tear jerker taking your fear further Cops on the
scene said it's seen everyday the senseless homocide the
dramacide left even big mommas wide.
Ay yo City Gunz unlike the ones in the rural most times
they take plural without a scruple
Hollow Point shots popped your mans in his vehicle Ali in
front of his store and how many more.
'
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / I'm The Man
« on: March 29, 2007, 10:47:08 AM »
Verrify my very eye like sky i'm very high
You're barely getting by boom skip the biddy
bye
I'm so consious i sub-consiously give responsas
You live for sponsas I spliff for the streets You
live for monstas Ya'll get a whiff of the heat
You don't know Jack that's how i get the Ripper
to speak
Ripple effect that's how i get to"Dip in Her Tweet"
I"Mek Wi Dweed"Ya'll set on slept so sleep
I stomp where Angels fear to tread nuff said
The sand paper collar man that makes me a
ruff neck
Number one suspect got everyone upset change
your dialect see this year's my set here's the
words go read my rhymes off like an eye test
Thy quest is out to sea like Pisces my late night
punchlines i scripted on night shifts with epileptic
methods how i suffer from tight fits.
You're barely getting by boom skip the biddy
bye
I'm so consious i sub-consiously give responsas
You live for sponsas I spliff for the streets You
live for monstas Ya'll get a whiff of the heat
You don't know Jack that's how i get the Ripper
to speak
Ripple effect that's how i get to"Dip in Her Tweet"
I"Mek Wi Dweed"Ya'll set on slept so sleep
I stomp where Angels fear to tread nuff said
The sand paper collar man that makes me a
ruff neck
Number one suspect got everyone upset change
your dialect see this year's my set here's the
words go read my rhymes off like an eye test
Thy quest is out to sea like Pisces my late night
punchlines i scripted on night shifts with epileptic
methods how i suffer from tight fits.