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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Open Mic: Holla!
« on: June 12, 2003, 07:01:00 PM »
ayyo where is my thread ppls ? plz help coz i can´t find it in the 1st 3 pages holler i will check in later
and drop something 2
and drop something 2
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD
« on: June 09, 2003, 10:23:00 PM »
How can I prove that I´m a man? / how can I move you with the music if you cant understand? / how can I share my experiences / when the glair from your dispair and ya hair got me nearly senseless / i wont see you, I never feel the pressure, damn sensors / I guess S**t´s a test as it reflects on ancestors / life´s a game, they say my slam getcha / dont try to run me down, Im comin down like stan fletcher / but whose bouncin / back in untrackable time, whose counting? / the rap in the back of my mind could move mountains / and after I happen to climb / whose sound sends / intense shivers down ya spine i found the time in/ overdoses that promotes tape rewinding / double N 7 double crossin on my a**igment / and if you aint get it in the first time then I rap it slow so average joes can hear and get whay I meant / cause Im an emcee / the whole worlds against me / peddlin up hill on a rusty a** ten speed / both ways / and I aint think about it most days / but its harder when the larger part of your heart stops / in a froze place / Ive got no space / left on my whole plate / Im tryin frequently but eatin at a slow rate / and I just lost my appetite /and I aint taste it all before, that´s why I hope that there´s an afterlife / I hope its half as nice / as it appears in my dreams / my focus back in sight / so I fight fear to the seems
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD
« on: June 09, 2003, 06:38:00 PM »
Yo check it BOMB pop caps and make Niggas take naps//
Playing tha game of life like it was a game of craps//
Snake eyes means MC"S bout to die//
Call me two face cause I got two sides to me if u wanna test me then try//
I leave CATZ chocked up as if they were on Purple haze//
Cut u up scatter ur pieces and have Niggas amazed//
BONE Nigga I be rippin and grindin and leave FAKE face´s shining//
DROP organize ur life and keep me gun light(infa red beam) blindin//
f*** ur bitch a** and ur sqaud up//
Call miss cleo so u can get ur future told and get ur hopes up and then look stupid when I got ur hands up//
I´ll put ya life on film and burn it in a fire and watch ur face when ur moms tell u she´s a liar//
I´m crazy like Side Show Bob and I roll like tha mob spit bullets at u till u look like sponge Bob//
I´m tha of this freestyle Niggas call me king//
I´ll leave ur place so bloody u can call me Bloody Mary//
My rhymes so dirty u can name them Dirtty Harry//
Playing tha game of life like it was a game of craps//
Snake eyes means MC"S bout to die//
Call me two face cause I got two sides to me if u wanna test me then try//
I leave CATZ chocked up as if they were on Purple haze//
Cut u up scatter ur pieces and have Niggas amazed//
BONE Nigga I be rippin and grindin and leave FAKE face´s shining//
DROP organize ur life and keep me gun light(infa red beam) blindin//
f*** ur bitch a** and ur sqaud up//
Call miss cleo so u can get ur future told and get ur hopes up and then look stupid when I got ur hands up//
I´ll put ya life on film and burn it in a fire and watch ur face when ur moms tell u she´s a liar//
I´m crazy like Side Show Bob and I roll like tha mob spit bullets at u till u look like sponge Bob//
I´m tha of this freestyle Niggas call me king//
I´ll leave ur place so bloody u can call me Bloody Mary//
My rhymes so dirty u can name them Dirtty Harry//
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD
« on: June 06, 2003, 09:29:00 PM »
is 1 of my poems hope ya like it
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Im straight poetic, prophetic when I rip through a foe/In all black masked out through shadows I tippy-toe/Its the plans that never fails we just carry out orders/hired security for rich Niggas who move tons across borders/Only aiming at the enemy and thats whoever´s NOT paying SA/Cant hesitate to shoot-em, cuz they sure not slaying us/Its the hood I represent, and its block over ballin/Cause I can always go back there, if my stock is fallin/its apallin, Whack MC´s wanna test-us with just a pistol/but we been workin hard this year, and made end meet this fiscal/So now we stocking up on better Shit, better grips, and longer clips/Got a payroll of Badged a**a**ins, and our reputations is no myth/But I had to give it up to focus my eyes on my eventual goal/plus on my girl and my son the street life had took the toll/They was waiting by the phone every night waiting for that call to unfold/To come Identify my body in a tarp that un-rolled/But I said to myself, that will never happen/I told myself I would get out and thats how I started rappen/This game´s gotta lot reasons to stay in it/But you just can´t play in it, to stay you gotta slay in it/I spent many a day in it, but my new game was more appealing/Niggas didn´t like this, so to the badges they was revealing/But I did my time now I´m all about the mics I hold/My book of rhymes is the only a**ault weapon I hold/I got dreams on taking my son to paris, so he can see the eiffel-man/So I snipe my way to the top-the poetic-rifleman
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Im straight poetic, prophetic when I rip through a foe/In all black masked out through shadows I tippy-toe/Its the plans that never fails we just carry out orders/hired security for rich Niggas who move tons across borders/Only aiming at the enemy and thats whoever´s NOT paying SA/Cant hesitate to shoot-em, cuz they sure not slaying us/Its the hood I represent, and its block over ballin/Cause I can always go back there, if my stock is fallin/its apallin, Whack MC´s wanna test-us with just a pistol/but we been workin hard this year, and made end meet this fiscal/So now we stocking up on better Shit, better grips, and longer clips/Got a payroll of Badged a**a**ins, and our reputations is no myth/But I had to give it up to focus my eyes on my eventual goal/plus on my girl and my son the street life had took the toll/They was waiting by the phone every night waiting for that call to unfold/To come Identify my body in a tarp that un-rolled/But I said to myself, that will never happen/I told myself I would get out and thats how I started rappen/This game´s gotta lot reasons to stay in it/But you just can´t play in it, to stay you gotta slay in it/I spent many a day in it, but my new game was more appealing/Niggas didn´t like this, so to the badges they was revealing/But I did my time now I´m all about the mics I hold/My book of rhymes is the only a**ault weapon I hold/I got dreams on taking my son to paris, so he can see the eiffel-man/So I snipe my way to the top-the poetic-rifleman
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Amunition
« on: June 06, 2003, 09:24:00 PM »
u know for 1nd i will have to agree wif
warlock here i mean there was nothing special about it though it has been in the lines for like 6 or something yrs now
but the beats were dope no doubt about tht shit beats
worth buyin if u like SA hip hop
warlock here i mean there was nothing special about it though it has been in the lines for like 6 or something yrs now
but the beats were dope no doubt about tht shit beats
worth buyin if u like SA hip hop
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / The Devils Advocate!
« on: June 06, 2003, 09:19:00 PM »
tht is a very good questin man
i lloked @ what darkblood had written ad i thought hey though not in the same position
and i dunno if what he jus wrote had happened to me well to me i have to say it did so for me is not life as a whole but what happened in real life man u know i nearly lost it and went the wrong route but i am here now and i am ait so i guess i needed some1 like blood here to make me take it out someday
thnx DARK BLOOD
i lloked @ what darkblood had written ad i thought hey though not in the same position
and i dunno if what he jus wrote had happened to me well to me i have to say it did so for me is not life as a whole but what happened in real life man u know i nearly lost it and went the wrong route but i am here now and i am ait so i guess i needed some1 like blood here to make me take it out someday
thnx DARK BLOOD
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Battle One on One / SpaceVein v.s Khabzela
« on: June 06, 2003, 09:09:00 PM »
hahahaha
well according to me tht was alright and hey u could have used some multies on tht coz u knew tht u were goin to make it short
but overall nice
well according to me tht was alright and hey u could have used some multies on tht coz u knew tht u were goin to make it short
but overall nice
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD
« on: June 06, 2003, 05:26:00 PM »
Im exhausted from all i´ve lost, the stress embossed
my body is spread acrossed the cross, wrists nailed
the pigeons send messages,the end is hailed
my head dress is covered in blood and sweat
im posted as an example that love can threat
resurrection is a must, but i´ve become a lusted suspect
the power is amazing grazed my eyes to catch the attention
its a spectacle like the speckles of a diamonds reflection
Gods power has been abused by many far and few between
thinking that something is right because it gleams
fire gleams, it burns embers to temper
bringing a dismembered severed limbs and clever hyms
its a treasured glimpse, happiness that is
the ray of light from clouds of storm and weathered sins
hatred in our world, fabricated to our bodies like
an outfit, it "suits" us and brings others to appearance
but doesnt stand out in the crowd, its a disease
a parasite sighted into our minds and insights, inspite
of the negative world we already precieve
hatred is everywhere,in anything we believe
my body is spread acrossed the cross, wrists nailed
the pigeons send messages,the end is hailed
my head dress is covered in blood and sweat
im posted as an example that love can threat
resurrection is a must, but i´ve become a lusted suspect
the power is amazing grazed my eyes to catch the attention
its a spectacle like the speckles of a diamonds reflection
Gods power has been abused by many far and few between
thinking that something is right because it gleams
fire gleams, it burns embers to temper
bringing a dismembered severed limbs and clever hyms
its a treasured glimpse, happiness that is
the ray of light from clouds of storm and weathered sins
hatred in our world, fabricated to our bodies like
an outfit, it "suits" us and brings others to appearance
but doesnt stand out in the crowd, its a disease
a parasite sighted into our minds and insights, inspite
of the negative world we already precieve
hatred is everywhere,in anything we believe
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / The Devils Advocate!
« on: June 06, 2003, 05:23:00 PM »
nice piece son
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Abusive tendencies, dont allow me to rehabilitate my mind
locked behind my emotions allows me to rationalize my pride
A drop of blood is all my soul urns to bear
Death approaches one and all while we stay unaware
Blind leading the blind, with no sheppard along the way
At night i drop to my knees but feel no god so I dont pray
Lies fed to me by all at a very young age
Now the line between honesty and falshood leaves me in a daze
The devil on my right shoulder asking me to do wrong
The angel on my left shoulder abandoned me long gone
I have nothing to lose, this life has nothing to bring me
Respect, honour were taken even my dignity
Dont get mad at evil when it was you who spawned it
A heart that once felt, can no longer respond kid
It beats on its own with no a**istance from me
When that beat stops,datz when the suffering will finally cease
___________________________-
Abusive tendencies, dont allow me to rehabilitate my mind
locked behind my emotions allows me to rationalize my pride
A drop of blood is all my soul urns to bear
Death approaches one and all while we stay unaware
Blind leading the blind, with no sheppard along the way
At night i drop to my knees but feel no god so I dont pray
Lies fed to me by all at a very young age
Now the line between honesty and falshood leaves me in a daze
The devil on my right shoulder asking me to do wrong
The angel on my left shoulder abandoned me long gone
I have nothing to lose, this life has nothing to bring me
Respect, honour were taken even my dignity
Dont get mad at evil when it was you who spawned it
A heart that once felt, can no longer respond kid
It beats on its own with no a**istance from me
When that beat stops,datz when the suffering will finally cease
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / where life´s going!
« on: June 06, 2003, 05:14:00 PM »
so what is tht chicken 
nice 1 dawg am try an post some shit 2 give ya support but i am not good @ this
so bear wif me :-)
nice 1 dawg am try an post some shit 2 give ya support but i am not good @ this
so bear wif me :-)
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD
« on: June 05, 2003, 06:35:00 PM »
WHATEVA´S ON YA MIND, WRITE IT/ ROLL YOU A BLUNT AND LIGHT IT/ THIS IS FOR EVERYONE, EVEN DUBBSTAR´S INVITED/ NO ROOM FOR BEEF IN HERE/ SHARPEN YA TEETH IN HERE/ LAY A VERSE OR CRITICISE MY MASTERPIECE IN HERE/ USE THIS TO STRAY FROM WAR/ HIP HOP WAS MADE FOR MORE/ I´M ALL ABOUT RIPPIN´ YOU CATS, BUT I LIKE CHASING WH0RES/ WHO DOES´NT WANT THE a**?/ THE CASH TO COP MORE HASH/ JUST CUZ YOU´RE UNDERGROUND DON´T MEAN THAT THEY WON´T DROP YO´ a**/ YOU GOTTA KEEP IT GRIMEY/ NO DOUBT, THE TOWNSHIP ALEXANDRA DEFINE ME/ BUT VERSATILITY IS WHAT WILL MAKE THESE LABELS SIGN ME/ THE UNDERGROUND IS COOL/ BUT SO ARE MARBLE POOLS/ WITH B!TCHES SLOBBIN´ AND DROOLIN´ LIKE THEY´RE RETARDED FOOLS/ I WON´T DEPART WITH JEWELZ/ THE INDUSTRY WON´T BUDGE ME/ I´LL GET THE CASH REGARDLESS OF HOW STREET N!GGAS JUDGE ME/ THIS IS GETTING UGLY/ I DON´T MEAN FAKE MC"S/ I´M SPEAKING ON HOW YOU RAPPERS JUST LOVE TO CRUSH THE ART/ HATING CATZ THAT MADE IT AND NOW THEY CRUSH THE CHARTS/ TO ME, IT´S THEM MC"S THAT´S SPITTING THE TOUGHEST BARS............
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD
« on: June 05, 2003, 06:25:00 PM »
THIS IS STRICTLY OFF DA HEAD LIKE DANDRUF FLAKES/ BOMB. BE DAT RAPIST RIPPIN´ PANTS OFF DATES/ DON´T BELIEVE IN GIVING HUGS, DAP, POUNDS, OR SHAKES/ CUZ NOWADAYS, SHOWING LOVE JUST AMOUNTS TO HATE/ I POUND THE FAKES/ WITH STEEL HAMMERS, ROUNDED STAKES/ SKIP TOWN JUST BEFORE THEY GET FOUND IN LAKES/ I LOUNGE WITH SNAKES/ CAUTIOUS, WITH AN OUNCE TO BAKE/ JUST A GRIMEY N!GGA´S VIEW/ LET ME SPIT IT TO YOU/ ONLY LABEL THEM YA FAM IF THEY LIVING WITH YOU/ EVEN THEN, DON´T BE SURPRISED IF THEY SH!T IT ON YOU/ NEVER EVER LET THE WORD "LOVE" GET INTO YOU/ UNLESS YOU LOVE YOUR SEED OR YOU´RE LOVING YOUR REVENUES/ BOTTOM LINE, CASH RULES...YEAH, C.R.E.A.M. IS THE MOTTO/ UNCLE NIMROD LETS THE COKE IN AND SCHEMES ON THE LOTTOS/ WHILE MY UNCLE FIENDS THE PIPE, I JUST FIEND FOR THE BOTTLE/ SPITTIN´ RHYMES FOR MY CATZ WHILE WE FEEDIN´ ON TACOS/ WEITHER SLEEPING WITH THE HOOD RATS OR SLEEPING WITH MODELS/ CHINK IS NEVER SPRUNG ENOUGH TO GO SKEET IN THEIR C0CK HOLES.............
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD
« on: June 05, 2003, 06:20:00 PM »
TO THE ADMIN/ WHY DON´T YOU LOOSE SOME OF THESE WACK MEN?/ RAPPERS POSTING TRASH, HOW THEY SOUND? I CAN´T IMAGINE/ I´M TRULY HEATED/ MAJOR LAYOFFS ARE TRULY NEEDED/ LIQUIDATION IS A MUST FOR THOSE WHO´VE UNDER ACHIEVED IT/ I´M ONE WHO CAN SPEAK IT/ THOSE WHO HATE ME EVEN BELIEVE IT/ I HATE TO BRAG, BUT IT´S LIKE A N!GGA CAN´T BE DEFEATED/ I STAND WHEN THEY´RE SEATED/ ALWAYS ONE TO STAND OUT FROM WEAKNESS/ PURE POWER WHEN I SPIT, WORDS RATTLE THE SPEAKERS/ I DAZZLE THE SLEEPERS/ GRADUATE AND BATTLE MY TEACHERS/ STOMP RAPPERS OUT, THEN PEEL ´EM OFF THE BACK OF MY SNEAKERS/ IMMACULATE FEATURES/ GETS ME a** AFTER THE THEATERS/ WOMEN, THEY LOVE IT/ LAY THE PIPE UP IN THIER STOMACH/ AN MC COMPLETE/ ECHO´D DOWN FROM HEAD TO THE FEET(GEAR)/ PLUS I´M ILL WITH THE HANDS, MAKE YOU HEAD FOR YA HEAT.........NOT MY BEST....PLEASE REPLY OR CRITICIZE.....
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General Discussion / A few suggestions
« on: June 05, 2003, 05:38:00 PM »
tht is 1 of the tightest suggestion i hear sice comin to this site nice 1 man
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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / FREESTYLES IN HERE - OPEN CYPHA THREAD
« on: June 05, 2003, 12:56:00 AM »
i have to say u hate my flow well suit urself
hahaha i am not here to ride dicks so f*** u ait
and while on tht u can ride my cock coz
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Is it the hate that fuels me
I don´t know but I must find out/
I couldn´t understand myself if I turned me inside out/
Cuz my flow is the hideout, but it used to be drugs
Almost overdosed, had to chug coffee to stay awake from a mug/
That was 3 years ago but its still ingrained in my cortex
Through out my life I´ve been stuck in this Vortex/
A loop of destruction, a pre-destined path
Try to to get help for my problems, but society laughs/
Play it off and hand me drugs, that just make me a drone
Zoloft, prozac, or paxel and send this shattered mind home/
Was it the things I seen, or the bull-Shit I experienced
That kept me from progressing, Everydays a blur, so I´m curious/
Only a poet has a soul, but this is strictly a rhyme
Expressing myself loud at times, yet I feel like a mime/
Struggling to sell a dime, so i can cop a real chife
Tired of this steel knife, you internet cats don´t realize this is real life/
The realest I ever spit, the realest you´ve ever heard
Could never be a nerd, the street influenced my words/
Could never tell a lie, cuz in the streets the lies catch up
Eventually ya manhoods tested, Tell me will you step up?/
Would you die for your beliefs, would you kill for ya mans
If ya boy caught a charge would you deal for that man?/
If your brother got shot, would you ride or hide in the grief?
Would you complain about your life, or use ya past to teach?/
Would you fight for ya life until ya last breath
I know I would, cuz Until Im stiff, defeat I cannot accept/
When you die there should be no regrets, I´ll look my killer in my eye
Shine my grill up and show my teeth till I die/
You gotta accept my words, cuz this is more then a rhyme
Its more then battling me on a web page, My LIFE IS HARD ALL THE TIME/
Life is like, flow, it eventually and always ends
Betta say whats real fools, cause som of us never pretend..................
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so if u don like my rhyme well
2 bad son coz i aint goin nowere
hahaha i am not here to ride dicks so f*** u ait
and while on tht u can ride my cock coz
_______________________________________________________
Is it the hate that fuels me
I don´t know but I must find out/
I couldn´t understand myself if I turned me inside out/
Cuz my flow is the hideout, but it used to be drugs
Almost overdosed, had to chug coffee to stay awake from a mug/
That was 3 years ago but its still ingrained in my cortex
Through out my life I´ve been stuck in this Vortex/
A loop of destruction, a pre-destined path
Try to to get help for my problems, but society laughs/
Play it off and hand me drugs, that just make me a drone
Zoloft, prozac, or paxel and send this shattered mind home/
Was it the things I seen, or the bull-Shit I experienced
That kept me from progressing, Everydays a blur, so I´m curious/
Only a poet has a soul, but this is strictly a rhyme
Expressing myself loud at times, yet I feel like a mime/
Struggling to sell a dime, so i can cop a real chife
Tired of this steel knife, you internet cats don´t realize this is real life/
The realest I ever spit, the realest you´ve ever heard
Could never be a nerd, the street influenced my words/
Could never tell a lie, cuz in the streets the lies catch up
Eventually ya manhoods tested, Tell me will you step up?/
Would you die for your beliefs, would you kill for ya mans
If ya boy caught a charge would you deal for that man?/
If your brother got shot, would you ride or hide in the grief?
Would you complain about your life, or use ya past to teach?/
Would you fight for ya life until ya last breath
I know I would, cuz Until Im stiff, defeat I cannot accept/
When you die there should be no regrets, I´ll look my killer in my eye
Shine my grill up and show my teeth till I die/
You gotta accept my words, cuz this is more then a rhyme
Its more then battling me on a web page, My LIFE IS HARD ALL THE TIME/
Life is like, flow, it eventually and always ends
Betta say whats real fools, cause som of us never pretend..................
_______________________________________________
so if u don like my rhyme well
2 bad son coz i aint goin nowere