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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: ( Epic ) ( Da Flaws/Da Real Shit ) whole ting
« on: October 23, 2008, 02:19:08 PM »
Ayite game recognize game.Stay proper mad peace!
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doe we fiend/we much need more/
we dream we flow to crowds and jam packed floors/
rays of light that shine all day/ at night
we pray we live/ survive street fights/
me, myself and i feel helpless/
eyes are red/ i've seen the best men die/
far from home and grown men cry/
they mourn wit tears that last for just that long/
so my friends they laugh/ sip quarts of gin
wit next of kin, we just must win/
Nice one wot a way to kick off ya 1st post.I liked da way u used ya words kinda gave it that poetic feel.I especially loved da message in this piece!
lies we tell to stay way far from jail/
and yet we dwell in concrete hell/
T's we cross and I's we dot/
respect the boss and jump his spot/
thats all he's got/
the doe we fiend is square ones black to green/
we share with teams and fair black queens...
I droped this...
I was born on the seventh day with seven mics on my right hand/
And seven colour coded cables and seven elastic mic stands/
Then I knew by age seven I would be on my way to be called a rhyme legend/
With rhyme patterns/ and dope add'ins/
The only f-emcee to be known as a rhyme tyrant/
Strangle whack Mc's with their own digs for battling/
I got seven ways to slaughter and eleven styles of riddlings/
Forget E's cos like E, I do with ease/
Easily break you down, I’m the mic disease/
I’m so ill I should be named Miss Deceased/
Not that 7-Sense doesn't fit me, its cool/
But my lunch time is gone now I gotta go back to school//
And he spat this...
seven mics don’t make you have seven lives/
killing you literally is idea on my seven minds/
why are you here are you done with your shit/
we all know you give out to guys just only for a lift/
being a bicth pays i can see it in your eyes/
they say you even cal yourself " the sex spice"/
too bad your embryo expired so no children/
heard your choice of rounds is seven/
your mom comlained about your bitchness since you became eleven/
stupid bitch i pop you till your pussy is into pieces/
you damaged you even feard by a horse/
Now, tell me who's dope?...