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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / hell trapped in words

« on: April 24, 2006, 02:44:00 PM »

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/

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Hot Traxxx / hiphop being for snobs

« on: April 13, 2006, 04:29:07 PM »

These cats been out there bustin their heads off at cypher sessions, rap activity jam and all yall just heard em now..WWWAKEUP. thats why we dont even care about fame ya'll never give rappers a chance until someone els says theeyre tight...FFFFFFFf*** THAT.
keep ur ears to da street HHHHHHHHOUSEMU'f***EEEEEEERS

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General Discussion / na187

« on: April 13, 2006, 11:40:14 AM »

By downloading one S.A track per day we move two light years a minute.

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Hot Traxxx / 3wr

« on: April 13, 2006, 11:27:20 AM »

I,ve been waitin for Maradona to drop more shit, now the crew is formed. Hiphop been starvin for a while for shit like this, plus our shit is coming out too holla back

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Battle One on One / realism

« on: March 29, 2006, 07:13:10 PM »

What happend to rhymes being laced for heads to blaze/ on a chase for time/ trying to trapp a moment in the center of my pombs/ Every rapper can look puffy without using a Combs/ i figure they got rap more twisted than locks/this where bullshit stops/ i wanna plant rap crops on igneious rocks/ produce hiphop that Eistine would rock/ lay f***s to their graves/ arrive at their funeral and take a shit on their tombstone/ my history is hotter than Juews when Hitler was around/ i flow dirt like a river of mud/ lock my self in solitery wit a warlock/ f*** being hard headed , i plan to go ram with an ox/ blow the wind off the boombox/ spank a hoe to death with a dry sock/ native a**asin/ f*** what u got

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / C hoe

« on: March 29, 2006, 06:59:15 PM »

C hoe

hey super slut/ human vacuum/ f*** vs me, u rather chew ur own tampon

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / na 187

« on: March 29, 2006, 06:53:17 PM »

Holla at my site link for mad skillz and ill collabos. fRom battle tracks to conceptual joints. Haters are prohibited.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / realism

« on: March 29, 2006, 06:48:50 PM »

i figure a real head can touch a non hiphop listening person and still convice underground gully niggaz to feel him. Any beat or any concept can be expressed in skillfull tips. Having ur joints played a lot or vids banged a lot is just about connections and financing urs. If u got skillz and banging hits then nuttin should hold u back. Peace to the realest niggaz that will never be heard.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / u..uu.u

« on: March 25, 2006, 09:39:30 PM »

Now a mut cant eat an old tiger/ he's a cheater thats how i spoted how he runs with no power/ u were born a cowered/ jumped out of that hole and ur moms mouth became sour/ battlin me is taking a thorn shower/ Fidel told yall, stay in da house/ u go to clubs and wait in da line/ only to get bounce by a midget wit pink trousers/ f*** a c4 , i'll smack that dead with a cotton ball/ a mut took a shit and made j dogg

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Na.187 vs j mutt oh j dogg

« on: March 25, 2006, 09:33:47 PM »

well, who came correct on lyrical fitness. vote niggas

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Na187 or j dogg (j mut)

« on: March 25, 2006, 09:31:31 PM »

who's nice compared to who, peep lyrical fitness and comprehand.

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Oh J mut got no site page , he's busy writing raps while trying to log on

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / c

« on: March 25, 2006, 09:28:12 PM »

Hey c4, it aint my fault ur pops had more sex with u than he did wit ur moms/ dont blame 187 blame ur genes for being dum/ nobody said im a gangster, at least not now/ u should be used to empty udders from cows/ im half tipsy half bored from yall/ ya had to share lines from the same scroll/ what r u any way,phoesil on two fit/ u too weak/ i'll punch those fangs so u chew ur own tansils/ i never needed props, son i know im too sick/ u stay grillin me like Hilter times and u where Jewish

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / iLL

« on: March 25, 2006, 09:04:36 PM »

Lyrical fitness most sick head/ god a dogg bucking after i knocked his teeth to powder/ u louder when u surfing wit ur sister and ur brothers/ ur girl probably know me more than u/ coz since i dissed u ur social life got hype like that magazine issue/ i'll give u a clue, i dont battle but slaughter eggs f*** chicken murder dude/ im what ur parants wanted to make/ instead they scribbled an embryo when ur pops jurked/ i dont know where u from but ur ur boys gotta be ashamed/ u them niggaz that cram the tour perfomances of Eric Benet/ how u hard core, repling after life expired/ i dont claim gangster life or ever spoke about bullets fired/ whos ur, son u mistaken me for ur mans/ if u need stress relievers buy pussy from a can/ i dont understand how u were made/ coz u sound like both ur parants are men/ im sorry for being an a**hole, i like shittin on wack hoes/ c4 emailed me and told me about ur obsession of collecting cosmetics/ we could dive in da deep blue sea, i'ld give u statics/ they lied to u saying u smart/ dont u know Eistine had no sex life and was born a retard/ its ok to be fake as long as u trying/ did i hear u saying u are hiphop's titan/ well i bet thats coz u listen to my head bangers/ wit ur gay raps, u've hiddin in more closets than cot hangers/ tell that prostitute c4 to get serious/ she only spit shit when she's liking a**, and u enjoying the salad tossing/ this verse should give u a facial expression of a mother after abortion/ niggaz hate realism/ coz everybody is supporting ur country jinggles/ how many scripts did brainstorm to respond/ so u got flow, u a jiggy bitch...i guess thats why they call u J Dogg/ heres a word of advice/ u sick from the dome coz u the only kid that was born wit lice/ u will be 30 and still playing plastic kites/ ur wife will play u with ur garden boy and give birth to a crippleed son/ u aint nobled, c4 swalloed all ur pride after my first sick lines...............

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / c4

« on: March 25, 2006, 08:35:46 PM »

C4, u a bomb with effect less affective than a fart/ why test when u trying to bridge ur primary marks/ i gotta hand it to u, u good at being wack/ imma black out wit lines like ur a** crack/ the name aint got nuttin to do with my ability/ its sad u got an aids victum's agility/ u make me laugh coz u still growing ur right hand part of the brain/ u aint gon blow up/ unless ur uncle is stading in front of u with his zip unlaced/ ur moma should be ashamed, i dropped one verse here/ and created a mayham/  all f***s sound like a Vanilla ice fan/ from what i did, u look like a cat scan/ stay lame, f*** slanging with u/ must i draw a picture just to convince u that i ripped u/ winy da poo aint sweeter than u/ i spit ill like i was born infected by flue/ u would drink sperm wit a straw/ i guess thats why u figure u sick wit what ur mouth ur mouth pours

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / c4

« on: March 25, 2006, 08:35:31 PM »

C4, u a bomb with effect less affective than a fart/ why test when u trying to bridge ur primary marks/ i gotta hand it to u, u good at being wack/ imma black out wit lines like ur a** crack/ the name aint got nuttin to do with my ability/ its sad u got an aids victum's agility/ u make me laugh coz u still growing ur right hand part of the brain/ u aint gon blow up/ unless ur uncle is stading in front of u with his zip unlaced/ ur moma should be ashamed, i dropped one verse here/ and created a mayham/  all f***s sound like a Vanilla ice fan/ from what i did, u look like a cat scan/ stay lame, f*** slanging with u/ must i draw a picture just to convince u that i ripped u/ winy da poo aint sweeter than u/ i spit ill like i was born infected by flue/ u would drink sperm wit a straw/ i guess thats why u figure u sick wit what ur mouth ur mouth pours