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

« on: November 19, 2008, 04:45:19 PM »

=========ILLEGAL ADVICE============


When your time is money & your money is time
& of all the ways to get it the best is through crime
To get what you need you gotta break the law
put plastique C4s in the back of the bank wall
Or drill a couple holes under the safe floor
When you only have a week to settle a big score
the pressures on & you got no one else to call
you do what you gotta do wit no room for flaws
When you gotta march on & do it with big balls
Put trip wires in the front & roll tear gas in the back door
Bullet proof yaself and put the gas mask on
Check the laser scopes and switch the safety off
Run up in there & yell, "errybody to hit the floor"
Work the muffler & body the first to act wrong
Throw the duffel bag 3 feet from the gla** door
Tell the bank manager to take em & fill em all
Whip out ya celly & make a one call
Tell the driver in the beemer "leave the engine on"
Check ya watch make sure you on schedule
Check the coast for ghosts & boys from the federal
Never stutter and speak like a 5 star general
Shoot the cameras & leave no evidence
Get the bags and kiss a hot girl just to f*** with intelligence
Buzz the driver & pop two cans of nerve gas
oh wait !!, go back for the hot chick with the nice a**
But make sure shes ghetto or white trash
Leave a thank you note with lipstick on the door
Run out to the car & speed off to the nearest mall
when you get there change cars in the parking lot
Book tickets to three cities & take the next one to arkinsaw
lead the po-po in circles till they dunno what the lookin for
Take the money and book out somewhere by the shore
If the girl you took is nice, let her break a piece off
Make sure you have three shoots in the front door
& a full tank in the Spider in case you gotta hit the floor
Never look people in the eye or talk fa too long
Never mention ya name or the place from which you came
Never lose sight or what you stand to gain
Keep a low pro, dont floss and dont claim
Keep a hundred thousand & wait till the fall
till you can meet again, to split it & blow it all



------------------PRESS PAUSE meets THE STREETS REPORTER-------------------

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

« on: November 18, 2008, 04:24:28 PM »

Talk about a wet dream....................

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

« on: November 18, 2008, 02:42:51 PM »

i been packing grams/
turned the hood into a mini amsterdam/
blowed up, f*** it i roze up/
measure my feets/
i bet two socks can/
coz on the mic/
i dun killed more niggas than the ku klux klan/so serious, im a hustler in these streets/
my knuckle buster proves im even better on these beats/
its a fact ask the nigga zee hyphen/
raw through the speakers/
coz mics i ripen/
even battle grounds i d-cyphen/
im a fiend for the magazine/
thats why when i blast/
the crowd moves shit even mizi hyping/
i ride for niggas thats true/
and none o yall can make realer beat/
better than candyman can do/
get it ryt its the season of the beast/
you in for a rude awaking/
and im about put that sweet music to sleep/

Theres a reason I could flow for miles
My flows are volatyl

<<<<<<NO NEEED TO AX, I JUST PROVIDED THE FACTS>>>>>>>>>

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

« on: November 18, 2008, 01:03:17 PM »

THE REAL DIGI

This is not Jay-z, Lil' wayne or T.I
I been doin dirt since I was knee high
bringin more buzz to the streets than 10 bee hives
never seen eye to eye with no P.I
Know that y'see real, whenever you see me
& Ima keep it that way till I D-I-E
Reppin Pac, Dilla and B.I.G
Style no price indeed I free
Livin for every word up in the letter G
For the grands for the grams
the grind the grime
For the glocks the gwop
& nice STI's, with convertable roofs
So when po-po come, I spin out, like poof
Leave 'em lookin dumb go back with no proof
Spottin Adida' pea suit green suit
If it aint me, then who the f*** y'gone lean to
aint no shit y'could mention, I aint never been through
Im too real for radio, too black for, BET
& Im far too ghetto for BEE
Might match my size but walk my steeze ??
who you tryina kid, nigga please
I grew up in the bi-zox
outmenuvering the gridlock
wit' a pen to pad homey, livin out my hip-hop
keepin it fresher than a ziplock
wastin no time hearin', it go tick tock
Seen niggaz dodging, hot shells, from big glock
& I hate law enforcement, from street cop to beat cop
coz they always keep my feet hot
always threatinin to test me, as if I dont detox
& niggaz talk prison like its G-Unit or D-block
But wit repertoirs, more colorfull than a peacock
'nother reason Im real, I never sit down, coz my seats hot
When we roll,call it migration coz I, roll wit' the whole flock
Point A-B no breaks and no stops
Grew up in a place where'f they die you dont cry
No noise, no questions and no why's
Death before dishonour and no lies
only to the po-po, & I do with pride
Everydays a hustle its kill or be killed its a ride or die
& Ima stay this way till the day I fly
So when my enemies is testin me
all Im thinkin of, is my destiny
& I dope write mine in books I write mine in aestures
So think twice ,fore youz checkin me
coz I'll throw you in & let you see 'f you breath


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

« on: November 17, 2008, 12:21:29 PM »

Reasons why my lil' brother shoud do it

For SEX MURDER & MAYHEM romance of the streets//
Write it so drug dealers can romance on your beats//
So that when pimps hear it they have a reason to cheat//
And when boosters hear it they keep rich people on they feet//
Write it hard write real so Debra Patta could up you on 3rd degree//
dont stop writing untill jesus come back or blind niggaz can see//
Untill Asata can walk around and black people are really free//
Write it for mom write it for dad, f*** nigga write it for me//
Write it for no other reason than you just wanna bag a couple green//
Write coz you wanna be a menace to society//
Supporting anarchy & riots, fists in the air & f*** sobriety//
Write it clear so the Pope knows that we know that hes a hoe//
Do it with steez not to appease but do it with your best flow//
Do it with heart do it hard, till your words bring light or rhyme book beggins to glow//
Do it for niggaz who say holla or mapantsula who say eish jo//
Nigga if you still dont have a reason, just do it coz I say so//
Do it coz you can & deep down you think your the man//
Do it coz since you were born it was engraved in your dna//
Do it coz you were born a phynix & doin it sets your soul ablaze//
Dont stop ever, matter fact do it like it was never about getting paid//
Do it till Ronald Reagon and Mbeki tell the truth//
Till what your saying becomes verbal bread and soup//
Write it so when Im gone I wont have a reason to come back//
Write so that the world knows the truth about the 9/11 attacks//
Write like you tryina bring the 80's back//
Do it till they accept that the son of man was black//
Do it so Kobe will grow only wearing Fubu & Rocawear//
Do like your the remaining one, nigga take it THERE//
To a time when the population was 100% black//
To a time when Africa was at the centre of earths map//
Before the word freedom, before whips could crack//
Do it with no fear like traditional woman walking bare//
Write it to set the records straight & set shit clear//
Write it like you were ressurecting the dead like Paul Bear//
Write it for those who unwillingly sniff glue & spend they worth on the next beer//
Write it like its your last breath & after that you dont care//
Do it knowingly that your gonna get threats and death stares//
For all those times it wasn't your fault//
For the times you got caught & had to take the fall//
For all those who gave you they all//
For those who faught for you till they crawled//
For all those times you tried and failed//
For the times you were so close but had to bail//
For the times you felt on top but got sized down to scale//
Do it coz you know you want them to finish your all hail//

Cot damn Im out.....look NIGGA just do the shit ait


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

« on: November 17, 2008, 11:14:40 AM »

Theres a reason I could flow for miles
My flows are volotyl
Theres no out there with a sicker frame of mind
incomparably unique Im the on1kind
Sharpened mind, I coul' kill seven gents
wit punclines, deliver heavy blows with my seventh sense
I tell people I used to be wack, hows that for sarcasm
Coz the words I hurl been givin' every opponent a head spasm
I got attack tricks
that make niggaz crouch like Im holding slave whips
Back when I used to be a pimp I was loved by everbodies mom
& the reason is very simple, my dick is bigger than dot coms
Wasn't born in Sudan, but Im sick at dropping bombs

-------------------------INKPEN KINGPIN---------------------------------------

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: 21 punch salute...DROP YOURS

« on: November 13, 2008, 12:01:35 PM »

f*** luck I was born in a four leaf clover
The count down is me, call me game over
Swinging punchlines with a mic, this is a rap dogjo
Rapping your head with rhymes, only using flows though
Bringin light wit lines in the dark like my flows glow
Putting cuffs on yallz aorta the heart po-po
Cardiac arrested, coz Im wack flow intolorent
Silly rhymes tyre me off like bottles of tylenol
Glock ready I kill when I get fired off
& whether you Jessie or James you get the blast off
Coz I pack two biscuit on either hip like lady croft
and my service comes with power like John Ashcroft
Serated syntaxes & sharpened syllubles slice you like an electric hacksaw
Freddie & Jason have nothin' on me, Im headward with the scissor hands
My presence is shit scary, like Ima snake with poisonous fangs
& flow remains sick from the basics right from my dna strands
Typhese in every hydro bond, lyrically Im the sickest man
Flows get you sick high like slaves workin in coke mills
If you lovin these lines then this is how dope feels
True food for thought anything else is oat meal
Prisoners love my rhymes like a soap deal

<<<gotta admit that this isn't my best work but I hadda kickit 1,2 style>>

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: 21 punch salute...DROP YOURS

« on: November 13, 2008, 09:39:53 AM »

this wat it be...
21 punches..

my flow NASA, i draw a crowd wen i launch/
they gimme a hell'o'va send off lyk gettin straight red card/
niggaz linez aint straight, i guess they be spittin em gay bars/
ya boi lay bars(labours), you'd swear dat i majored in H.R/
you cant mess with the best, yal best'a stay put/
couldnt picture niggaz readin even if yal signed up for facebook/
ya boi stay fresher than water without the H2/
and i only work during the day, so fvck a debut/
yal can throw em double d's wen i bust, i stay abreast dude/
da game's endangered, guess ya boi came to the rescue/
the x kid, ya favourit boi still thuggin/
they claim i'm cock-eyed, well i guess i saw dat cumin/
this joint dont need airtym to keep da streets buzzin'/
instrumental in bringin heat, lyk i was BEATOVEN/
watch me cut theses rappers in their tracks lyk i was beat jugglin'/
still gunnin', you can check my arsenal i aint frontin/
wheneva i'm on a beat, shit evolves to a real drubbin.../
now lets add it up, thats about 13 punches/
if you lost count, chances are you wont amount to nothin/
lol...thats another one to the bakers dozen/
they claim i got a shit flow, in dat case i'ma keep royal flushin/
wen only 50 cards come out, aint no jokin/
yal already know i'm about guns and roses/
and i always make the cut, my cigarrete stay smokin/
even on weak days my wordplay stay potent/
i'm droppin dat fatness so my readers stay bloated/
talk about a punch, i seen niggaz get drunk off soda's/
cant judge me after 21 punches, u aint sober!

holla at me!
the kid bone-x

THE ERA HAS DAWNED...........I cant decide whether this is mad skill or insane talent
you flow rediculous boy................DOPE BOY FRESH
FORGET THAT FAGGOT BOY RAPPER

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

« on: November 12, 2008, 03:40:41 PM »

^^^

I been chillin' in the bi-zox
Out manuvering the gridlock
Pen to pad homey, livin out my hip-hop
Takin the hustle to the tree top
Keepin it fresher than a ziplock
Not wasting time by hearin it go tick tock
Dodging hot shells from big glocks

--------------------------------THE MICROPHONE BULLY-----------------------------

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

« on: November 12, 2008, 11:53:11 AM »

Clik clak booooommm !!!
Mother f***uz make room
In comes Duke, droppin verses like doom
Whether in 3D or straight out the can, I leave you in gloom
Drawing your attention with a pencil, like youngins watchin Hanna Barbra cartoon
Swingin punches so hard, make ya chest close up, leave you feelin entombed
Im stuck to this game like my dna was glued,
to a gaming console & aint even started makin moves
But I got yall reading my shit & feeling it like ooohhh
Niggaz who used to wanna battle now think times 2
Coz my train of thought will hit you and go right through


------------------------------THE INKPEN KINGPIN------------------------------------

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

« on: October 29, 2008, 04:27:08 PM »

MOSH PIT

Said saturday nights gon' be crazier than a mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Girls gon' be screaming like they wuz in horror flick
Coz, Ima be on stage, dropping my shit
Lookin thuggy fresh, in every letter I spit
New blue tight fits, feelin all rightious
Inbetween songs, doing my free mic thing
Wrist gon' be blinging like when I had the Breitling
Groupies on the scene, but Ima do the right thing
Tellin 'em that none of themz the one Ima be wifeing
Models all aroun' me, my shits, so exciting
& no limos this round or 350s this time
Coz Ima be late chopin-in it coming down
My arrival so loud I wont have to make a sound
They gon' hold they breath till my foot touch down
and listen to every word every verb every noun

Its gonna be mosh pit
Ima spit the raw shit
Kids gon' be poutin', like they was getting car sick
Dont mark my words but surely y'could mark this
That saturday nights gon' be crazy like mother f***in mosh pit

Girls on shoulders wit' they hands in the air
Boppin they heads with they hair everywhere
Drinkin that reds drinkin that beer
Callin' to my response, not givin a damn care
at the end of every song screamin out, YAAAAAAH !!!!!
Exhaling that blunt putting the lighters in the aaaaaaiiiiirrrrrr
Swagger so fresh, even the twins w'have to stare


--------------------------THE STREET REPORTER---------------------------------

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

« on: October 27, 2008, 04:49:57 PM »

hehehehehehehehe, one kinda muda fuca nuccah

Onek1nd...


Cannibal bone eater/
Carrying a soul reaper/
Zankpaktou, responds to da name of 'Coal breather'/
Power to blow speakers/
Causing controlled seizures/
You drop dead. This hot head's got off-the-dome ether/
Bankai, severs heads from Transkei to Shangai/
Mad rhymes, drowning big heads...cap-size/
Hey diddle-diddle, cat's fiddle with these fake rhymes/
Forgetting cows jumped over moons, making stakes high/I'm da dog that laughs, big smile showing my last teeth/
cos high cows fall on da concrete...guess that's how we squash beef/

  You can't touch this cos it's sick like leprosy
     and believe me you don't want a piece of me


hehehehehehe...i'm tipsy as a muf***a
 

Fresher than a zip-loc bag..................that line was lethal.

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

« on: October 23, 2008, 10:01:50 AM »

MY DREAM

My dream is to write the deepest shit ALIVE
so they coul' play it the day I die
Reminisce on it when they cry good-bey
Casket dippin as I fly to the sky
Re-play it till they tears run dry
Then play it again askin why
So from here on out Ima try & try
To write that perfect song, my dream good-bey
But I wonder if yall'll call me the bad or good guy
I write this knowing that I shoulda died but didn't
and what shoulda been just isn't
& now my next aim is to make that killing
knowing that Im I been forgiven
& that I got a second chance in livin'
With the weight on my shoulders Im still willin
to carry on carry strong Im so self driven
I done lost so many things to this music industry shit
But I made my bed & I guess this is it.............
My time was well invested
Now my souls well rested
The biggest issue in my life & I sleep having addressed it
without having been pressured
And I never let the scabs or scars go septic
Never let the worriers get hectic
Hardly ever threw fits like an epilleptic
& if I didn't know the whole story I never said shit
Never ever let one of my dogs feel neglected
But some of it was in vain coz niggaz still the same
shit hits the fan and niggaz start to blame
Thats why I went silent and switched lanes
Truthfully Im the only nigga I should be impressed with
Coz I only understand my pain when I let rip
So from here on out, this is what Im about
Keep it simple & truthfull till that day Im out
& I dont give a shit if I go without any plaques to mount
Coz that shit aint what Im about
I hope this is the deepest shit I ever written
& nigros with weak flows will leave it unbitten

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

« on: October 22, 2008, 02:21:32 PM »

These voices in my head got me willy nilly
I dunno even know if Im still illy
If I still got the proba-billy
To work on stacking that milly
& I know half the industry dont feel me
Coz I cant be someone else I can only be me
Press pause on emotion and let you see
Life for what it is not what they want you to see
This is more than just another note you'll, C
Its pictorial music, a vision in slow-motion
I shout role play and add more emotion
Make you feel what I write, connect feeling to notion
And my delivery is crisp coz Im so well spoken
Concider this another pause or symbolic token
Of my abilities to breath on mics & let the frames be re-awoken
Like recacitating dead people Im giving mine life
But I guess I always have & thats what makes em so real
I know mine have that ability to make you feel
Raw emotion, like tears running down a face
When a man descovers the body of his wife & immediatly feels outta place
When he kneels over and starts to shake and his heart begins to pace
Mind and body beggin to fill up with rage and utmost hate
The very emotion you feel. Is the music I wanna create
But Im now Im stuck in a debate
Coz I can pen all this shit down but who the f*** is gonna relate
Coz the depth of mine makes people over-contemplate

These are the voices in my head.

-------------------------------------THE IMAGECHEF----------------------------------

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: the mad rapper vs greenbat..sarcastic..billion gates...spongebob...and swordsman

« on: October 20, 2008, 12:56:11 PM »

^^^^^^

That was a crock of irrelevant shit