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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I'm ill

« on: September 30, 2008, 03:45:50 PM »

To be an emcee i personify expansion/
My rhymes need so much room my mind's like mansion/
On point off da mark orderly or random/
Every line is worth 5 mics every verse is an anthem/
& wit skillz as ill as mine i can have pillars climbed/
Wit binary language more imposing than Philistines/
Emcees like me'll rhyme as long as da flame lasts/
Wit elements twice da size an elephants frame has/
To be an emcee i had to struggle & train/
Run da comarades bare feet & suffer da pain/
I'm a verbal athlete my technique is far from 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/
To emcee you shloud forget about groundrules & hit 'em
wit darts so hard that even da ground moves/
To be an emcee'll even force you to grow dreads/
Wit a steel pulse about da size a whale's chromozone gets//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I DECLARE WAR ON ALL OF YOU.....................

« on: September 30, 2008, 03:37:29 PM »

Oh no you don't this is my domain
I'm da only one in here that'll fry your brain
Cos where i step there's no sleep allowed
You gonna need a billion gates just to keep me out
Mflows i'll leave u enclosed your moms got hosed
I had her a**hole exposed as my dick approached
Money money money doesn't make u a man
It doesn't take alot to rob u of wot u got in your hand
Undastand that u f***ing wit a monsta dude
When i'm thru wit u your moms wouldn't comfort u.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: ( Epic ) ( Da Flaws/Da Real Shit ) whole ting

« on: September 30, 2008, 03:19:48 PM »

Cool homie i can tell that u a phony
I can't believe a gla** jaw was in here try'na stone me
I killed u da last time we met no sweat you's an a**wipe
da last type on who i would bet
I saw your moms on venus sucking alien penis
Your pops was on mars taking dick up his arse
You not real u a farse fool i'll beat you till u see stars
f*** it when i cumback it's right in your eyes
& i think you need sarcastic to write your replies
You wouldn't battle me if we was face to face
You'd be to scared to say shit you'd run from da place
So talk what u talk but we all know u wack
Infact u'll get a bitch slap for walking like that
I see pussies like u all da time so when u see me da street
bitch walk on by!  

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I DECLARE WAR ON ALL OF YOU.....................

« on: September 29, 2008, 12:38:54 PM »

Okay go run your mouth dawg it's cool by me/
I'ma rope u & make you think it's jewelry/
wot u talking 'bout dre day you sipping on piss/
Dude i'll make u join AA for thinking like this /
& plus You picked da wrong day to f*** wit me/
I'm your superior your lips is where my cock would be/
Money Owns Nothing Except You so please/
Before you wanna talk dawg be on your knees/
A soldier?Wot would give you that idea?/
Could it be that i'm a General while your rank's to disappear?//

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Media / Re: Hype Magazine - OCT/ NOV

« on: September 26, 2008, 04:24:40 PM »

Hah eitha Simone is that good or this boy's got an agenda

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Media / Re: Hype Magazine - OCT/ NOV

« on: September 26, 2008, 03:50:30 PM »

I think L.E.S is more than they bargained for.
Da day they put on GreenBat they'll get da art of war.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I DECLARE WAR ON ALL OF YOU.....................

« on: September 26, 2008, 03:12:37 PM »

macroflows your talk is cheap it doesn't settle da score/
I feel u unsure so once more u being ignored/
I see u  even pictured money like u need a reward/
I give punchlines for free they don't need to bought/
I do this for da love & u do it cos u bored/
Here lemme f*** u up wit one more line kid da clock's ticking Mflows
need to run wit time//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I DECLARE WAR ON ALL OF YOU.....................

« on: September 26, 2008, 02:25:30 PM »

Yeah macroflows beta talk shit cos that's all he can talk!Still try'na figure out wot da f*** he was on when he dropped that last verse, not that it was ova my head, but it's been awhile since i've had to bend that low to catch it!!!

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / ( Epic ) ( Da Flaws/Da Real Shit ) whole ting

« on: September 26, 2008, 02:01:36 PM »

Welcome Cats, Niggaz & Heads!Yeah u know i been posting alot, but mostly a verse here a verse there.But this time around i thawt i would come wit da whole ting that being ( Epic ) (Da Fake/Da Real Shit ) so i'll leave it up to ya'll to decide how this'll go down!I wrote this shit yesterday literally so i am really chuffed that could kill it in one go, & i know you'll feel this even if it's touching a nerve.






I don't need to rhyme but i want to rap/
That's that microphone check one two back to black jack/
A narcisist a wrecking ball responsible for monsta hits/
Shit where i won't get no radio play but some "otha-ness"
somewhere else i may be okay/
And as a marketing ploy here's my problem wit Mxit/
I can't imagine kids would wanna download my sickness/
Too underage to page thru my pronographic scriptures/
Cos i f*** listeners up & some would call it business/
My gory depictions my story encryptions/
They come wit weak writtens & corny enscriptions/
I formally form prisms that refracts light back to convicts in prisons/
I still got convictions still down by law/
I often saw how da legal terms surround my door/
I ignore da "peace talks" & that drives my war/
I'm in da mood to be rude so take a wide detour/
Yo my life's like a movie wit a silent score/
& da award goes to one amongst da final four/
Where Dj's left cuts & scratches on a vinyl floor/
When spinning club bangas they should try & explore but they step
into da okey doke by buying da flaw//

       ( Chorus x2 )

Real shit over here yeah here's da real ish
Process is ongoing wit no breaks or commercials
They don't tell da truth cos it hurts their internals
I get it off my chest best to power it thru journals
Turn da heat up & start towering infernos
Infact when da track stops hip hoppers burn clothes
But nah not them cos they a whole pack of turncoats

 ( Verse 2 )

Wot da deal cousin?Worker bee's do da real buzzing/
You were six bars short of having a ill dozen/
They won't share a crum so most of us is meal watcing/
It hits to da core for sure it feels touching/
You're already organized it's wit skill that u struggling/
I saw clarity more as far from being puzzling/
I'll tell u anotha thing "leave my a** alone u think this brotha
needs bothering?"/
Perfect your text that's how it gets to be sovereign/
I thawt it was a long walk da next day i'm hovering/
To bring u an offering that's ten times worse than da seals
that i was clobbering/
While i was bloggering cats was mockering tongues was hanging
out yo these dawgs was slobbering/
Lap it up as urged/first haven't u heard that u can't trust da Hype
that da magazine serves?/
On da surf i'm preferred to spurt starttling verbs as they emerge
on da verge they start marking my words/
So that as soon as it works they start hogging da perks but their
rhyme style's a crime like robbing a church//


      ( Chorus x2 )

Real shit over here yeah here's da real ish
Process is ongoing wit no breaks or commercials
They don't tell da truth cos it hurts their internals
I get it off my chest best to power it thru journals
Turn da heat up & start towering infernos
Infact when da track stops hip hoppers burn clothes
But nah not them cos they a whole pack of turncoats

   ( Verse 3 )

I huff & puff wit my agro stuff/
In my voice i got a choice between a natural ruff/
Or i can switch & come smooth & pull casual off/
But eitha way i still seem to rattle da soft/
Neva dom kopf i'm bound to say something benign/
About products wit mistakes in production design/
I let u play it cool for now i got nuthing in mind when it's
da blind leading da blind there'll be suffering time/
As they crowd about my porch wit hearts smothering mine/
They only wish ill cos none o' them's da mothering kind/
I hear them lack that commitment when they stuttering lines/
My booth's fulla thruths man they uttering lies that relies on
using bribes when buttering guys/
Up in da same while they cutting their ties/
In disbelief they stand there rubbing their eyes don't worry i'll
rhyme in braille too don't be suprised/
That it's an actual death versus a phony demise/
Was like da pa**ing of a mime as he silently dies/
He made dough & that's da pastry for da pie in da skies/
They do fly-by's so basically they higher than dry looking down
on me but still they desiring my//


Real shit over here yeah here's da real ish
Process is ongoing wit no breaks or commercials
They don't tell da truth cos it hurts their internals
I get it off my chest best to power it thru journals
Turn da heat up & start towering infernos
Infact when da track stops hip hoppers burn clothes
But nah not them cos they a whole pack of turncoats

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: Open mic... Er1 invited

« on: September 25, 2008, 10:19:35 AM »

I'll let u see da upclose picture my art knows/
My crimes are so intense i get sick o' these nark shows/
I walk a fine line between fiction & fact/
Like when i death rap i'm sticking icepicks in your cap//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I DECLARE WAR ON ALL OF YOU.....................

« on: September 25, 2008, 10:12:19 AM »

Cats like u is neva eva to be trusted/
I beat your a** so fast while u flash feather dusters/
You cats beta watch it or walk 'way disgusted/
I flow H2O untill iron bars get rusted/
I piss heads off without mentioning names/
And by God u a target man for testing my aim/
And i heard u had answers so da question remains/
Who u came & who u saw to be da best in da game?/
You tried to swerve but my verse is still fresh in your brain/
I pierce blades thru your nipples feel ripples of pain/
You wanna go in a huddle?Nigga this is insane/
Like stomping mud puddles nigga picture da stain/
Yo i change evryday day i get sick o' da same/
And if your shit is on flame then stick your dick in da rain/
This is not battle raps it's just me being me/
I'm an expert & that shit is easy to see/
That wot i hold is so cold it starts freezing your pee/
When i'm done u'll say f*** havin a reason to be/
In da battle for supremacy i'll have da most energy/
I'll take u out your comfort zone & put you back in da cemetary/
Look @ you, you little half pint nut/
You wanna say what?I think you need to shut da f*** up/

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: Open mic... Er1 invited

« on: September 22, 2008, 12:49:32 PM »

My late night punchlines i scripted on nightshifts/
Epileptic methods how i suffer from tight fits/
From Monday to Sunday i stay da likes/
24/7 365 days on mics/
I go without sleep my eyes is of da Asian type/
It's all relative like family on occasion might/
Go all out neva that so-so to slow down/
I came out da booth using abusive pro-nouns/
Samuri showdowns wit maniac clowns/
My skillz is up for cities ya'll showing me towns/
I'll make whoeva's King wanna pay me in crowns/
While i shoot 'em up bitch have your baby & bounce/
Crawl on all 4's go do a lyrical crouch/
Cos getting kicked in da nuts is a bit of an ouch/
Son da symbolism therein can fit in a pouch/
Wot i'm really 'bout to do now's to sit on a couch/
Maybe even have a bed i mean live in a house/
I'm a mismatch i'm failing to live with a spouse/
Cos writing rhymes & rhyming's all that get me aroused/
That's why i say f*** alot to da pussies i found/
Yo i bully back Rap doesn't push me around//

Word ya'll this be part of da Skill Killahs Collective.Want in?
You know wot to do Peace!

 

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Battle One on One / Re: BATTLE ME IF U CAN........[im the best of the rest]

« on: September 20, 2008, 12:40:41 PM »

I'm game to step in your domain
Ready to put out your flame is my no.1 aim

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Battle One on One / Re: King of da mic

« on: September 20, 2008, 12:39:19 PM »

I'm a severe sort sea-saw wit sick synergies/
A savage spitting synonyms that won't show no sympathy/

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: Open mic... Er1 invited

« on: September 20, 2008, 12:34:54 PM »

CLa**IC

Like nike in 72 Im cla**ic
I show it through my style of rappin'
Keep peeps in suspense, keep 'em askin
Rhymes magnetic, keep people attracted
Holdin' on, to my everyletter, coz I only reveal a fraction
Call me the imagechef, I cook food for thought
Mouthwatering, like a 5 course
Cla**ic like 36 in SA's favourite tomatoe souce
Cla**ic, like young miss Diana Ross
Cla**ic, like the year of the first Porsche
The reason Im so ill is coz I keep it cla**y
Nobody out there could come close or even match this
I keep ya face light up like matches
I paint pictures through speeches my flows art
I keep it simple yet pa**ionate, modern day Mozart
The poster boy for nonchalant things envougue
Fresh, the way I set things in mode
My whole lifes a kodak, so ill I forget to pose
Subliminal raps come so easy I forget to flow

Yeah yeah i'm feeling this verse right thurr U killed it man; "I paint pictures through speeches my flows art/I keep it simple yet pa**ionate, modern day Mozart/"Thaz wot i'm tokn 'bout big up!