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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Heat Da Beaches

« on: March 28, 2007, 11:14:41 AM »

GreenBat i possess a vocab so hard i could implode your lungs and collapse your heart.
Pour poison down your jaws the voice and the noise was yours i tear your chest open so wide you'll bleed doors.
Antagonism feeds wars i eat force at a speed fasta than light these bastards scream pause.
Shit's heavy it's like a house on performers cats i don't even know was backed up in corners 'till their back's tri-angle shaped and they can't escape rawness
You don't have to like me infact don't even love i'm so informal i'm like a sack in site-c every homocidal maniac's raised to be just like me
Able to leap over a six meter high wall with a flame throwers torch so i can scorch every eyeball Wild Life Society's back so back your front up f*** a artist package like carnivores i want blood coming outta speakers and every line's so fresh it features with a phoetus
My grip on da mic mangles my hands and my features and right now homie i'll be damned if you're not speechless.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / I'm Back

« on: March 27, 2007, 03:07:35 PM »

When the bastard's on call me masta Don
Verbally i'm so beyond i just pa**ed the sun
Wisdom has many miles if i could grab just one
i'd be Wyclef Jean and a pastors son
I paint pictures using oils no hands near acryllics
so much sour grapes that i'm damn near acidic
Imaginations run wild the imagery is vivid
Where you're from you talk shit,where i'm from
i live it
I'm still down by law,words ,verses and all,wanna
be"The Bat"homie you should first be"The Ball"
Wanna bang your cronie nothing's worse than a
wall,taking hit after hit just to murder withdrawl
So by the by should i define my devine you'd have
the four corners searched twice to find my design.    :twisted:

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / (No Longer)

« on: March 17, 2007, 06:35:05 PM »

No longer she says;Will she be a doormat for
your insecurities.
The burden of your self-doubt weighs much too
heavy on her.
The demands you place on her she has no wish
to meet.
So she denies you the very thing you prize most
and you;"Sir"are a coward for forcefully taking it
from her.
She feels not only loneliness and heartache but
also pain and utter despair.
And it's unfair how the man of her dreams has her
going through a nightmare.
Her initial feelings of adoration,love and total
commitment were short lived and were replaced
smartly by loathing,hate and flat out disconnection.
You believe her subscription to feminine publications
calling us "Pigs" to be fiction.
You are adament her position should remain inside
a kitchen.
O silly little man murdering her spirit was easier said
than done.
She has outgrown you;She now sees to her needs
first,while yours is secondary at best.
No longer she says will she buckle under the stress.
You're left stagnant and confused even her bruises are
through with you.
She will make it on her own 'cause she wants nothing
to do with you.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / (Create)

« on: March 17, 2007, 06:18:55 PM »

There are no new and fresh stories only newer and fresher ways of telling them.Originality as the word suggests has no forerunner.Waste not a second all you creative souls.I am limited by my circumstances only,but of events leading up to what I'm about to say I have no reign over.The lure and benifit of having an aim and a time frame does mean well,and while the "Genius" in all of us does come out every so often,most of us will be victims or thee about bringers of copyright infringements or be the makers or breakers of "Creative Licensing" albeit "Intellectual Property".Concepts that draw from the past in order to create a new way forward,but the business of the future is to be perilous and were we but weather beaten that would have sufficed;"Still failures not an option".Create as a means to a legacy.Legitimate ideas should be brought across readily."Listen up,listen up thoughts are intentions where would we be if inventors never brought forth inventions".

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Severe

« on: March 03, 2007, 03:28:13 PM »

I'm a severe sort sea-saw with sick synergies a savage
spitting synonyms that won't show no sympathy. :evil:  :evil:  :evil: [/i]

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / No TY No UNI

« on: January 20, 2007, 11:26:55 AM »

Go bug humankind said the wall to the fly
There's no TY and i'm dead sure there's no UNI

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Days Months and Years (Later) verse3

« on: January 17, 2007, 03:23:03 PM »

Yo my rude shit's rugged wears helmets and boots shit
My journalistic views is an exscuse for being putrid
Rapturous rap shit that you can set traps with back-packing
packers get packed back in backwards slow down or pound
for pound a road down my speed you can only achieve in
Motown
You need to be a whole lot more than just a pro-noun
I fe fi fum yo I come to put a fo down shit's like a chick on
chick it's bound to go down in ho down style that mutates
and metamorphs to something so grotesque it's like the flesh beneath a lepers sores in bursts that so short it's symbolized by leprecauns
Hot shit only thing I got is pepper corns
What I'm offering's not some mankind design that where
they walk upright to stand on your spine Suez canal I set my
watch to Panama time.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Life In 9 Words

« on: January 12, 2007, 12:10:50 PM »

"Keep It Together Or Else All Will Be Lost"

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / The First Wave

« on: January 10, 2007, 10:41:30 AM »

They operate silently finally to deny yours
to see the big picture you should excavate
my eyeballs bleed me dry stick your hands
inside of my skin you don't like me how you
like the sight of my twin let it spin i don't have
much love for the game gi' my money on that
i got a better grip than fame
The First Wave f***ed up by shifting the aim
How the hell we go forward with our shit in
reverse it's like a new born baby just delivered
the nurse and that's huge like the news of a lit
fuse about the only time we don't suffer from
split views.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Days Months and Years (Later)

« on: January 09, 2007, 11:25:08 AM »

The day that you arrive at my level of text
believe me i'm gone only to reside at the next
I put in hard work but lyrically i'm unpreferred
what's in a word cause physically i'm undeterred
I go the distance flow with the potentness rhythms
Those know that i'm constant'll show intermittance
I'm unparalleled while you dwell in lower divisions
I emcee with thee alumni high on a Jamaica joint
sorry if i burst bubbles i was try'na make a point
Spitting frost bit shit that impales your heart my closest
neighbours is baby seals,whales penguins and sharks.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Untitled

« on: January 08, 2007, 10:51:34 AM »

Ay yo we're canibals like animals with gunz and knives
fists and feet whatever keeps the funds alive this is heat
you wonder how the sun survives this is bleak it's almost
like a weak physeeq peep the technique street sweepers
Gangs to the Starr you not level headed how your plans
to the par when the deal doesn't work out and your sponsas
suck man your ego wasn't just crushed it was monsta trucked
rock blocks pop cops don't stop for lock outs it's heavy weight
bouts with feather weights knoked the f*** out and with two dicks
for arms i'd be off laying them lines so i could grab mics and suck
myself off at the same time it's hard-core how i chose to represent
the artform your film's a trilogy mine has a part four

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The Office / TRAP BOY

« on: January 06, 2007, 11:47:01 AM »

I was here ten minutes earlier to obtain evidencethat would be
used against in court later
I am the rat infested pet of the law
My owner has a longer arm than yours.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / GreenBat Is Down TO BATTLE

« on: January 05, 2007, 11:16:01 AM »

LINE FOR LINE I'MA DIP MY RHYMES IN IODINE
TO SHOW YOU THE EFFECTS IN EQUATION LIKE
EINSTEIN THE FUSE IS LIT OH SHIT I'M WRITING
A LETTER BOMB ENCRYPTED ENSCRIPTIONS GO
DECIPHER THE NECRONOM THE SET I'M ON'S BEING
DESPISED LIKE MEGATRON THAT'S NOT COOL I
COULD'NT STOMACH BEING ALOOF WATCH ME SPILL
MY INTESTINES AS ABSOLUTE PROOF TRAVELLED
LIGHT YEARS TO CRASH INTO THE BACK OF YOUR
ROOF SONIC BOOM FELT LIKE GOT SLAPPED WITH
A MOOSE

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Money Owns Nothing Except You

« on: January 04, 2007, 11:57:28 AM »

For the money i would sell this shit for a buck five and leave five
people dead with me scooping all the bread with that said it's time
for me to do again and mack a Japanese chick to see how i do the
Yen money's not an issue's only said on that block my starving spree's
longer than a muthaf***as black cock a mind as sick asmine's a shame to
waste i'm a human piggy bank to keep my sense in place if i'm talking
shit try to put the stench with the taste the endz with the case and then
put a Benz in my place i propositioned the devil once to scoop me some loot
but all i got for my effort was God's Timbaland boot it's simple to shoot
stark naked and heartbroke with exit wounds looking like it's blowing cigar
smoke now that's rich i hope to get it some day 'cause the money has me
lost in an incredible maze.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Money Owns Nothing Except You

« on: January 04, 2007, 11:50:19 AM »

For the money i would sell this shit for a buck five and leave five
people dead with me scooping all the bread with that said it's time
for me to do again and mack a Japanese chick to see how i do the
Yen money's not an issue's only said on that block my starving spree's
longer than a muthaf***as black cock a mind as sick asmine's a shame to
waste i'm a human piggy bank to keep my sense in place if i'm talking
shit try to put the stench with the taste the endz with the case and then
put a Benz in my place i propositioned the devil once to scoop me some loot
but all i got for my effort was God's Timbaland boot it's simple to shoot
stark naked and heartbroke with exit wounds looking like it's blowing cigar
smoke now that's rich i hope to get it some day 'cause the money has me
lost in an incredible maze.