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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / To Left Fist** Rapid Retaliation is a bitch aint it?
« on: January 20, 2003, 05:45:00 PM »
A left fist stems from tits** with their right hands on dicks**
As for the wish** it’s you who kiss** hustler centrefold pics**
I’m tryna rhyme a shit list** and it looks like you’re in it**
Once again I urge rappers** not to be short arm wankers**
Pranksters**get caught with they pants down**wannabe gangsters**
They banter** over nothing like bantams** in a henhouse**
Hey now** I’m not here to play cat and mouse** I’m Walt**
My animations turn men into mice** Chinese without rice**
Underfed, lack the knack to fight** so here a little advice**
Which makes me sad** cos I school before I slay that a****
So the message, what I’m tryna say** ya shit is weak get off the yae**
Listen kid I got no time to play** my psalms will fracture your face**
You name the time and place** where I can give you a taste**
Of my deadly medicine** shoulda known you messing with a veteran**
Whose polluted petulance** will grind you down to a fine sediment**
Apprentice now in a predicament** how do you make amends**
Tryna make rands out of cents** held at ransom by sense**
No past or present tense** and now surely no future hence**
A lame attempt** to strengthen your rep** stirred a hornets nest**
My intents are full blooded** I leave a fool bloodied** at best**
Your shit it hardly make sense** spelling and flow is dense**
That renders you wack** and son you better take your words back**
I’m still the spoken word hack** who rap with a machete in hand**
And in future don’t bite GZA** yapping on you don’t linger**
If you think I’m kidding ya** Beneath the Surface Breaker breaker**
Now can you read me? You faker** think you hold a liquid sabre?**
I’ve heard all about foolish bravery** kids tryna vie for knavery**
But they succumb to my slavery** seemingly unable to break free**
Hunter become the hunted** you’re the fox, hounded, outnumbered
Placed your punts with the wrong pundit** on the run like Gary Condit
I’m the druid mixing brews up in a conduit** exposing you fakes, fraudulent
But kid you’re not on par ** to battle with a bard** I’ll leave you scarred
The battlefield marred **with body parts**full of shredded shards
Of what once was** a kid who placed a bet against a veteran
You’ve just become another casualty** of my deadly faculty
Not even has been** you never was and kid you never will be
The dean of this university** just took you back to nursery
Go back to ABC an simple shit** before you come against my skill
As for the wish** it’s you who kiss** hustler centrefold pics**
I’m tryna rhyme a shit list** and it looks like you’re in it**
Once again I urge rappers** not to be short arm wankers**
Pranksters**get caught with they pants down**wannabe gangsters**
They banter** over nothing like bantams** in a henhouse**
Hey now** I’m not here to play cat and mouse** I’m Walt**
My animations turn men into mice** Chinese without rice**
Underfed, lack the knack to fight** so here a little advice**
Which makes me sad** cos I school before I slay that a****
So the message, what I’m tryna say** ya shit is weak get off the yae**
Listen kid I got no time to play** my psalms will fracture your face**
You name the time and place** where I can give you a taste**
Of my deadly medicine** shoulda known you messing with a veteran**
Whose polluted petulance** will grind you down to a fine sediment**
Apprentice now in a predicament** how do you make amends**
Tryna make rands out of cents** held at ransom by sense**
No past or present tense** and now surely no future hence**
A lame attempt** to strengthen your rep** stirred a hornets nest**
My intents are full blooded** I leave a fool bloodied** at best**
Your shit it hardly make sense** spelling and flow is dense**
That renders you wack** and son you better take your words back**
I’m still the spoken word hack** who rap with a machete in hand**
And in future don’t bite GZA** yapping on you don’t linger**
If you think I’m kidding ya** Beneath the Surface Breaker breaker**
Now can you read me? You faker** think you hold a liquid sabre?**
I’ve heard all about foolish bravery** kids tryna vie for knavery**
But they succumb to my slavery** seemingly unable to break free**
Hunter become the hunted** you’re the fox, hounded, outnumbered
Placed your punts with the wrong pundit** on the run like Gary Condit
I’m the druid mixing brews up in a conduit** exposing you fakes, fraudulent
But kid you’re not on par ** to battle with a bard** I’ll leave you scarred
The battlefield marred **with body parts**full of shredded shards
Of what once was** a kid who placed a bet against a veteran
You’ve just become another casualty** of my deadly faculty
Not even has been** you never was and kid you never will be
The dean of this university** just took you back to nursery
Go back to ABC an simple shit** before you come against my skill