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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: Who Got The Rhyme Scheme?... Post your sickest verse
« on: January 14, 2009, 11:55:36 AM »
...Lemme just flip sum '07 shit. eRrrR...Ynot.
Peep this,
My style of rhyme is designed to shatter mikes/
I’m on point like Okapi blades…’ u as sharp as butter knives/
Maar other-wise…I dice lines nice on sum other, son!
While u talk sh*t, fluent, as if t'was your mother tongue/
Either than…phat raps displayed on the set/
Watch me kill rappers right…and leave no cat left/
Check tracks get burnt…at the greatest of degrees/
I GOT ALL BEATS CONFESSIN’ IM THEIR FAVOURITE MC!
See, uTebzar u’blynd…
I don’t front and try to ac’ hard/
You couldn’ be dope if you grew out of Snyman’s backyard/
Mine are…
Lines undescribed by any adjective/
I drop bom’ shit like usin’ hand grenades for laxative/
Face it kid, my rappin’ is blastin’ on these drum kicks/
You a contradictory…SMART a** BUT DROPPIN’ DUMB SH*T!
Son flips fire inspired linez…I spark flame/
You couldn’ jam on a track, ‘ if u was a stuck train/
It’s plain to see you can’t rhyme like me/
I’m a heavyweight you Lyte like that female MC/
The rhymin’ elite, put tha illes’ lines to that beat/
“F*CK THA INDUSTRY AND THEIR DEALS, SON I’M SIGNED TO THE STREETS!”
Peep this,
My style of rhyme is designed to shatter mikes/
I’m on point like Okapi blades…’ u as sharp as butter knives/
Maar other-wise…I dice lines nice on sum other, son!
While u talk sh*t, fluent, as if t'was your mother tongue/
Either than…phat raps displayed on the set/
Watch me kill rappers right…and leave no cat left/
Check tracks get burnt…at the greatest of degrees/
I GOT ALL BEATS CONFESSIN’ IM THEIR FAVOURITE MC!
See, uTebzar u’blynd…
I don’t front and try to ac’ hard/
You couldn’ be dope if you grew out of Snyman’s backyard/
Mine are…
Lines undescribed by any adjective/
I drop bom’ shit like usin’ hand grenades for laxative/
Face it kid, my rappin’ is blastin’ on these drum kicks/
You a contradictory…SMART a** BUT DROPPIN’ DUMB SH*T!
Son flips fire inspired linez…I spark flame/
You couldn’ jam on a track, ‘ if u was a stuck train/
It’s plain to see you can’t rhyme like me/
I’m a heavyweight you Lyte like that female MC/
The rhymin’ elite, put tha illes’ lines to that beat/
“F*CK THA INDUSTRY AND THEIR DEALS, SON I’M SIGNED TO THE STREETS!”