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Hip Hop Forums => Chief Rocka - Open Mic => Topic started by: chrysanthemum on April 05, 2006, 01:29:35 PM
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RULES: yes...lets drop some real freesytels here also the MC thats going to take the invisible MIC after me...his first like must rhyme with my last line, ok.
ok here it goes....
Chrysanthemum the cybernetic organism with a lazor canon in his mouth
photosynthesis riduculed and in a test- tube molecule orchestrated lyrical miracle
Cybertron Skywalker that rocked the Asteroid Belt on Enterprize to explore the
Africas- Gateway
Brain powered by the Avogadro's Generator, omitting sound waves that
will f*** up ur erythroctes
a psychotiic underground scientist like Einstein with concentrated Hydro- Chloric Acid
to melt his cerebral cortex like 12c plastics
this must be perplexingly entangled for convertional to decipher
that's probably why most will not enter this cipher
never wanted to be commercial thats why i went to varsity and now working
if my artiiculation was straining ur tympanic membranes
don't comment negatively unless ur freestyle's on track like Metrorail trains
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I hop into a thread and display my semantical expressions of different terrains/
Words r holy, scripture-like, meant to uplift minds like cranes,/
do to cars in a junkyard, where fat albert and crew usually hang/
Too many wack Mc's r f***ing hiphop at the same time like gang bang/
U the type who would take a trip to the sun at night time expecting it to be colder/
U cudn't emulate the rhymes from the X-pro-file, even if your name was Moulder/
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even if your name was Moulder/
i continue to fold these rhymes like mf 's money folder./.emcees ignoring this thread cuz they are born with no voacl cords,/ you only gat one nerve and iam about to get on it./.one braincell fighting for domiance like ANC and DA fighting over a ballot/..punishing emcee with no skills without warnings/ you about to get your nemesis cuz you a hip hop scapegoat that got caught on AG/iam not close but iam getting the cigar/f*** the mind's 3rd eye and vision shit/ thats imaginary cuz your life its all a screenplay/ i will love to continue but the cafe is closing..
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the cafe's closing?, over here the cafe just opened/
log on to africasgateway drop some flames and leave the place scorching/
i got some Ghostface and Rae playing in my walkman/
got myself geeked on "only built 4 cuban linx"/
and i heard "fishscale" is off the richter scale/
can't wait to peep that 9 milli wu-joint/
Ghost Deini said "rap is like ziti"-- i think that was a really good point/
the vivid storytelling got my mind racing a thousand miles an hour/
my fave wu joint would have to be "triumph" or "wildflower"/
now its about nine past the hour/
and i gotta go to cla** fast/
so i'ma leave it right here--feel free to quote this rap......
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I feel free, but i wont quote that rap, Dogg, i dont bite/
Not coz i'm harmless, coz I crossed that gap when i took flight/
Like transformers, amaze crowds, above clouds, dodge satellites/
Spit and transmit mega-hurtz that turn cats pussy like hermaphrodites/
Space rocket fuel consumption is like half my f***in appetite/
Still I dont bite, mutual respect enforces copyrights/
Y'all hear my sonic boom blast the weak in2 the afterlife/
Like C4, with 5 mics, at mach 5, at crazy heights/
Descending past the clouds, past the crowds that never dissipate/
Composed of cats that hate, that debate, that anticipate/
The great, whips out the landing gear, the earth splits, i disappear/
Back to da undaground, turn up the sound, grab a cold beer...
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spilling beer to the ground for all my peeps that are under
turning the sound up automatically
briCK is that weed that’s wiping out your memory
remember me
enemy
number one
magically
turning MCs back to dust for testing me
I'm in tertiary
you in nursery
institutionalized for your treachery
trying to be Naughty by nature treasuring your treasury
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obviosly ya treasury aint realy holding much
steal wat littles there hotwire car release clutch
lift handbrake wheels spin gain acceleration
premature celabration online to destination
unknown mind prone to sparadic outbursts
my rymes like oasis' known to quench thirsts
give mc' just desserts served in bowl wit spoon
my brightness just a reflection just like the moon
but my brightness eternal hell its solar powered
blow up this brightness and get meteor showered
i cant help it i meen man this aint even me writing
like i found gods book of rhymes and i'm jus biting
re typing unedited served like uncut bread
torn apart and stuffed with a curried lambs head
and heart f..k it im a cape town delicasy
so ima keep driving rhyming making shit look so easy
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while you driving these rhymes i'm directing flow traffic
its so tragic that these youngens is all stactic
it shocks me not becuase briCK conducts magic
electrifying with his, aganist your insinuations hes insulated
while you driving these rhymes I pa** you and make you wish u waited
talk nothing but good news till the issue's hated
like debating laxex-induced flesh on flesh tissue same sex
never will he be seen spinning in silver spallding spandex
briCK that brick that brought down the dictionary coz he expand text
so in plain text and painless pretentious naratives he explains text
so unsutle that his rebutle will robotically riducule any reason to not pay tax
Self crowed King f***ing the Queen in his Castle at Knight drinking brew while playing Chess
briCK breaks brackets and dreams of seeing any females plain chest.
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from a treasury to a chest still think u got jewels
mr hide them mr t says i pity the fools
that get moderated by dick so insurlated
triple rolled on condom experation past dated
man i used to throw u at a new bmw
break a window u swallow my mamma said chew
then spit out this period flow like shakespearean sonnets
u swimming wit big fish against tsnumi type currents
seal ya fate take the bait then just type and wait
catch u with a hook recycled from a sample out my record crate
lost my train of thought f..k it maybe im just hating
but im still by pa**ed ya station u waiting im levitating
left hanging like easters gone past in the thousands
i smelt nin inch nails hammer them into kruger rands
my type is gold even if u TYPE BOLD i cant hear u
my rymes are infectious like the common cold argh chew
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Common cold is contagious, guess I've contracted the sickness/
Lyrical fitness, unlike Tae Bo, I ain't tryna loose inches/
If there are female groupies on this site, I'd like to f*** bitchez/
And if there are any record label owners, I need a deal to get riches/
But won't rock ice and shit, am too hot like the earth core/
I be da fire in which u burn like am down with co-flow/
I spit these lines off the top of the pyramid, not tha dome/
Like this link :http://africasgateway.com/index.php, I send wack cats home/
:D :D
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If thats ya idea of home u need to get out more
If u coming off on pyramids I guess ya a** sore
Like tae bo u stretching just in the wrong places
Stand in ya position let me put u through ya paces
Put the invisible mic down stretch ya arms up
My rhymes so sweet so hot u can call them syrup
Still gold but hell now they flow more freely
Idea of been canned and labled don’t appeal to me
Call me the escapee like Tuesday nights on dstv
I prison break mcs down so simp- a-lee
Its so great to be gifted with such great gab
Spirit uplifted like dead body after a lethal stab
I dabble in greatness no where near godlyneses area
Dirty like hairy a**holes that neva seen toilet paper
Long list of court orders keep me away from high schools
So I battle these kids online and follow chrysanthemums rules
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U follow chrysanthemums rules, but u like a bad capenter who blames his tools/
when tha job is not done right, coz of a wack technique u choose/
U and jesus have something in common, liquid. he walks on water while u walk over the pee from your pants/
Comparing my ish to yours, u's like little ants/
G-Sus the monotonous, just please us with some lyrical thesis/
U just chilling, surfing at your age, battling cats online while u should be handling ya business/
Better grow off dat habit of trynna prove u a dope Mc/
U retired from rap, coz u lost ya potency/
I'm known for doing miracles, like u trynna grow perfect dredlocks from ya silky hair/
On tha street level u can't f*** with me, coz am Mobb deep like the Queenbridge pair/
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cat ur mobb deep like pussy wit virginity intact
i handle my bizniz take time out to interact
with mere mortals through these here portals
my god given duty to piss on u wen nature calls
it aint hard once u attain multi tasking powers
i got u bound and gagged receiving golden showers
send u to alliyah find out age aint nutting but a number
im about to flood the underground go find a plumber
its just show bizness so is proffesional boxing right
if my shit monotanous means u aint reading it right
think i hear ya mom put out the light act like u sleeping
time for a bed time story some tlc before she goes out creaping
ok thats immature but wait i dont really care
at least i dont right lame shit like that line about my hair
i got nutting to prove if u an ekksample of ag's mc's
if u didnt notice i wrote this to randb from early 9tease
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9tease,aint f*cking around to spread my disease/
with ease/flow sweet like a summer breeze/
ahead in this rat race but yet to get the cheese/
you think your ahead of me/ get off your kneez/
MC Please!/you cant step to these/trying to bite me/
with false teeth/your begging for grief/your F*cking around like a sleaze/
now watch as i get dirtier than a bag of flea/get to the peace/
enjoy make you happiness increase/
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Happiness Increase?, when Kops steps in he makes ur penis decrease like takin a bath in water below 16 degrees/
Son dont f*** wit me I come hard like mean dicks/
Listen to ya diss, and reply with 6 clips/
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ooOOOOooohhhh!6 clips!!!
your such a typical newbie all about guns and dicks
two things you'll never have
your a waste of oxygen!
f*ck Kops(cops)
PIG!
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if i had my belt i would whip some of you for being silly... :x
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This is hell trapped in words/ salt grains the size of my fist scratched on ur nerves/ a beastes hunger when ur so called
'phat a**" appeared/ nuttin to f*** wit like women wit beards/ the consciousness of phrophets debatin times limits and fears/ the reason why heads noticed fake from who's real/ ya'll f*** a cypher up, i turn to a hannibal feast/ bitch niggaz spit sick coz there's yeast in their lips/ fronters dont wanna hear coz they're scared to get dissed/ i got endurance to use my pomb to try and trap mist/ when will the devil leave us alone and ceas to exist/ he's comoflouged in blunt smokes and em drinks/ the shinney artist and the media we live in/ i'll only be a wife beater if that bitch cant get out the kitchen/ freedom is like time from idle hands, it traps u if its missing/ im trying to keep the world briefed that sick emceez do exist/ woke up wit a dagger attatched to my babies wrist/ sum crazy shit that got me sing demons winking in my scripts/ im for them battle, who craddle raps and dont spit to be cheered/ if u aint hearing this u dont diserve to have ears/ been messin wit sick dimes, now im done trading around wit my life/ dont say im loud or faul for scriptin a brawl/ its just sumtimes i wanna mess around-get u f***ed up/ make every women in ur family use a pokipine as an earbud/
www.soundclick.com/nativea**asin
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Stuck in ya head like ya siss pokipine ear bud
Drop rhymes pa** mic all u hear is a thud
Mcs fall on their a** state of mental comatose
Posting suicide notes from those no one knows
Poetic justice like janet un pak ing 2 tities
Road 2 fame paved with unknown celebrities
Beauties in eye of beholder just like fame
How many supa stars u know from the Ukraine
Some mcs buy cars others invest in equipment
But this bizniz plagourised like a synoptic testament
These mcs study same facts and drop the same tracks
Some mcs post on the net others press up on wax
But over xposure is a curse wen its cold outside
Some mcs buy fur coats others commit suicide
Here is the reality for anybody who wanna be an mc
Gota give away shit for free like bill gates philanthrapy
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:wink: I would like to say big up J Dogg, your lyrics are tight son, I would like to hear more from you.
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:wink: I would like to say big up J Dogg, your lyrics are tight son, I would like to hear more from you.
appreciate the props,man....just stay tuned :wink:
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spilling beer to the ground for all my peeps that are under
turning the sound up automatically
briCK is that weed that’s wiping out your memory
remember me
enemy
number one
magically
turning MCs back to dust for testing me
I'm in tertiary
you in nursery
institutionalized for your treachery
trying to be Naughty by nature treasuring your treasury
Thats some briCKnosis for all the babies out there, school 'em mang 8)
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I = the emcee, caused many their misery
Author of many a eulogy
I'm ill, this bars is killing me
You numb if you aint feeling me
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versetile pleads:
J Dogg can I please suck your dick so I can feel your balls against my chin?
J Dogg writes:
I thought you'd never ask - people in this place can't show appreciation. Now shut up and suck bitch!
...and me, i'm just tired of dickriders! :x
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Dickriders and Ghostwritter's
Toddler's colony on AG?
Little one's hustlin for candi to be just like Fiddy
Silence is golden so shut up and learn a thing G
what's that boo- hoo baby made a boobo
well f*** that dont backchat
jy's ma nog n guppie.
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einstein died during a blonde moment, he tried to battle me
i spit in kilograms outweighing the earth, im not a phat mc, im chubby
im breaking wind tearing through air particles when runnin the streets
im goin for a pedicure coz its the only way id meet 'defeat'
im a part-time survivour like a kamekazi pilot going for a second flight
i spit Chuck Norris coz my rugged punchlines refuse to die
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hey yo im new to the hip hop game/but its all the same/ im here to stay Oddbone's the name/freestylin over here on africasgateway/im the new kid in town so u betta make way/contemplatin whether or not to post this verse/hip hop and i just got married for betta or for worse
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you don't have the right to think or reply
read this trend and you die
i'm truth no lie
GOT MORE BEEF THAN PIE
eat mcee's like biltong,
first let them spit till they dry
hang you by a toe to a shoelace on the
cielling of your town hall
get spectators looking like chinese tourist packing up the place
like a saturday at the sandton mall
you butt naked
penis shrivelled up like an exposed rapist
confessional flashbacks
your moms face wasn't spilt with candlewax
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Too many of u AG rappers sound like Lauren Hill
spittin borin skills/ fakin the conscious afrodesiac appeal
im a sick basterd, the holly would wanna kill
aids patiants appear fat when my hunger is compared em
smoked out hallow tips in cuba
never been a looser
if u get props battlin me its a booby trap to be totured
the main stream is my toilet
i play rush a roulette wit full clips on my revolver
a scientific pest not a gangster/ mic rocker
only f*** my women while somebody is gettin slaughtered
i haunt my own nightmares and laugh at evil
half u punks is naive and fibble
u got less truth than black peaople speakin hebrew
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ohh shit thats a cashew
us a bird nigga when on stage crowds scream shoo shoo
u and ur size 25 shoes
u couldnt get me even if i gave u a clue
wit an avy gotu looking like u smoke glue
wit no style so u stick to being a fool
and no skill
how can we sound like lauren hill
when we aint even speaking?
god damn ur rhymes are leaking
ill bust ur bank
u must be a skank
my lyrics are bitches ull find em on the cover of swank
if u f*** wit em unprotected
ur bound to get infected
as they penetrate u wit aids
now u need aid
jus to get off those lyrics of ur in need of water like minute maid
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Minute maids, let me bust u a story about minute fools
as u will c I am to skooled to b a minute fool
My educational story begins
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Unbeknown moments of deceit
we lie within seas of ill seated fate
Hope seems to exist, ceases to exist
as we awake to nights filleds with lost dreams
Prejudice my eyes to see sumthing for what it is
Water under the bridge- rather live my life with no past regrets
Then again we need to rectify our past mistakes
Where everything is at Stake
We need to do whatever it takes
To stay afloat, be able to survive beyong the edge
Ace Blaq is beyond M squared, beyond these constraints of daily conscriptions
Your Novel based rhymes are base
Blinded by your novel based life
this is real life
betta hustle or be a fairytale whore for this Spin Doctors to do you
I saw you, I told you
take a page from Ace Blaq's manual
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Chrys spits scripts that fossilize your weak mind like scenes from a diabolic ritual
vocab splits cerebral cortex like surgical blades disecting an Extra Terrestrial's pancreas for lab experiments
dictionary quotes choke imbeciles trying to scrutinize my rhetoric idiologies and testiments
Chrysanthemum's synical syllables sickens like short circuits in my Cybernetic Organic medulla
No concept, no concert and no you can't set your brain to be on my level like CISCO router configurations to the illeterate
3G Networks, data streams, Wireless Technology, Security, VoIP none of y'all is nicer
That's why after this recital the subnormal intelligent will fade away like HIV when Jacob Zuma's in the shower
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Da Quan Kata kickin it free orthadox and begins to inginite a psyche spark,
dat glows in da dark, invoking confusion like an illusion seeping through
yo membrane like diffusion synergizing a fusion of da supreme and elite,
never discreet and da cypher always complete, wanna compete?
Or u gonna switch to yo sponge persona sucking up all lifes juices like a blood donor,
while i keep flowing like im resident in yo bloodstream makes you wanna scream
when i blow off pieces of yo mind wit my mental arsenal it seems.so im pa**ing da cypher like a batton, u betta grab it wit zeal B or are u actin?, ok i'll keep klappin like a fully loaded mack 10 while you dig up the last scraps outta your mental den, im standin on my thrown lookin over da fence and hence i show no pity to your insignaficany defence! WHAT!