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

« on: September 19, 2008, 03:09:30 PM »

You sing a song for instance/
That show sicker symtoms/
I wordplay dimensions all ova da worst/
That snowballs & rolls down a mountain on Earth/
Yo i plant letter seeds so my mouth sprouts words/
You ain't heard that them white coats'll take u away/
Lock u up long enough it'll make u insane/
& yet an ape has da same make & shape of your brain/
In a drain sewer doer like Sadam Hussien/
Da impact was so sudden on Southern terrain/
You were known to spread blame when u entered da frame/
I'm in O.T u was @ da end o' da game/
Wit a semblance of a purpose like citizen Kane/
Sniffing octane sipping on barley & grain/
Getting drunk untill u wanna jump da gun/
I gotta hunch that somebody wanna feel me punch/
Like a bunch o' hard rocks took control of your lunch/
Made your tummy turn feeling like u over-indulged/
There's no time like da present left to do it to death/
But it's too bad u got boo-ed & it ruined your rep/
Pretty soon u'll drop dead wot do u wanna bet?/
That it's gonna be a Bat hitting u in da head//
 

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: hit two birds with one stone

« on: September 16, 2008, 02:53:55 PM »

I badda boom badda bing it's but a thing/
U can smear bread both sides wit butter i bring/
Just imagine their suprise when they discoverd
i'm King/
& i can call forth a Gin just by rubbing my ring/
Halucinagens i sprint without using my limbs/
So i don't leave any footprints manouvering tins/
Flip da lids off trashbins my future begins where a
sewer ends/
& i remained true ever since/
Even carried out their whims though they knew i
won't flinch/
& i won't budge my needle points to a syringe/
I'm a veteran of edges while u new to da fringe/
True u not worth 2 cents or mutual friends/
Untill your norms go around some unsual bends/
It's my advice that u start by improving your bench/
Wasn't your entrance but your pretense that
exhuded da stench//

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

« on: September 16, 2008, 02:36:21 PM »

You won?U coulda fooled me/
What did u win?/
U couldn't change my colour green/
Untill u admit u a Queen/
c-jay u'd have to go run on a f-en da freeway/
Get youself a Dj maybe then u'll be less gay/
I'm fresh to death i'll put your fresh to rest/
U could not stand da test if i made u a guest/
U haven't battled as long as u say u have/
U's a joke u make me laugh @ da rest 'o your staff/
Little bitch that u are u could not be on par/
God damn i'll leave u open like i'll leave u ajar//

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

« on: September 15, 2008, 01:42:40 PM »

c-jay rhymez?Nah more like c-gay rhymez/
Da reason da Bat's back is to change todays minds/
U ain't got punchlines like mine even if u tried/
U neva be my size cos it would leave your brains fried/
I like 2 picked on that means that i'm ill/
That also means u weak bitches outthere fearing my skill//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I'm ill

« on: September 15, 2008, 12:48:02 PM »

I practice beneath da stars throwing murderous darts/
Plus i'm known to spit bars on da surface of Mars/
I hope i told u retards to be nervous of sharks/
Yo your X marks da spot nigga mine marks da man/
& u getting a hand's not a part of my plan/
Pardon da Don cos my NuTron is starting a scan/
Turn da dial back to broadband as sharp as i am/
You'd have to rise really soft cos i cut where u stand/
That's just nuts damn how da hell i rhyme for days/
Dropping it cave-like check me by my primal ways/
Got u worried i don't speak u get a silent gaze/
Untill i blaze rap take it as a sign of rage/
Simon says nah Simon ain't got nothing to say/
Cos it's my time to blind u wit a shine of my ray/
Excessive see me examine extra effort i'm an expert/
I maintain da method of outsourcing my next word/
Playing charades i tell da stories using gestures/
Bubbles'll get burst so it's best if i left first/
Unlikely to get nursed da wounds gonna just get worse/
Like gangareen da lyrics that i spit is infectious/
Had u walking 'round sectors deader than spectres/
As i sneak my steel thru metal detectors//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I'm ill

« on: September 13, 2008, 11:37:49 AM »

To undastand da Bat u need to dive wit scubatank/
To a place where they Rolling Stones & rock shit
like Hoobastank/
Get tanked on beer this is bubonic baby/
Wild like Society's threat u can not fade me/
Hate me i'm da illest emcee in my cla**/
See if school of thought was a sport your a** be
coming last/
In da mean time i'ma catch me some mean time
quit smiling alltogetha these cats is feline/
So old first wave heads is senile i roll wit convict
click so i'm penile/
Not big or black but i still walk a greenmile//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I'm ill

« on: September 13, 2008, 11:30:29 AM »

Am i a one man army or a one man clan?
I'm not just lookin @ these devils rocking up @ da jam
Step into da motuh of hell got experience to tell
Love lost da cost of u gettin tossed
Out your neighbourhood by forceful eviction
Da cashless edition by a bastard admission
As Cloe & Clement clung to their worldly posessions gone
Da same turmoil ever since da man was spawned
Rumble ther's trouble as their big pot boil & bubble
You can forget 'bout being humble
A short articulate way from rough sex wit word play
Mind's being trapped in da worst way
Might as well confuse Friday wit Thursday & get drunk
on Thursday
For popping da tarts topping da charts shopping in carts
Every day events in a latteral sense
You was caught having a laugh @ some fools expense
Lethally vendicative fellows control da gallows
Da shape of their tallons scrape da nape of our melons
Broad minded liberals achieve minimals
Hexagon decimals cos we all criminals
Raw 2 da core see them juggle da ghetto
Ay yo trap a f***en animal feed him your hand & ditto.

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I'm ill

« on: September 09, 2008, 11:08:52 AM »

So hot i spell using parafin gel/
This is way more than flames this
is kerosene hell/
Man i gotta lotta nice bads they
thought i mean well/
My idea's too dirty to dwell inside
a clean cell/
Besides i'm an infidel da reason i fell/
To provide u wit da intel. that made
your knees swell/
I plundered da libraries of ancient Greece/
So that da modern day Olympics ceases
to be/
I made u guess wit your last breath where
Jesus'll be/
But i foresaw da closed door inevitably as/
You'll see da have nots'll grab wot technology
has/
Either over or under but neva da same number/
Who'd o' guess a guy wit no legs could be da
Blade Runner/
You just discovered recently u've been misinformed/
There's nothing worse than spending time behind
prison walls//
 

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

« on: September 09, 2008, 10:54:25 AM »

I'm an emcee wot i post will make rappers mad/
U da a**hole that's probably wot makes u a fag/
I'm beta than u in every way i be supreme/
F.Y.I u safe behind your PC screen/
Bring it on if u wanna trade verses wit me/
Let's go onstage so i can diss u personally/
Face to face rip u to shreds woteva da case/
Anyone wit half a brain can claim they be insane/
This is cyber space mad rappers neva prevail/
I Generate Raw Energy Eventually New Bloods Arrive
To beat u extensively/
I neva said i was da best just way more advanced/
I got 2 words to describe u Gay & Entranced//

Mad Rapper me & u f***a it's on bitch.

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

« on: September 08, 2008, 11:46:01 AM »

Ok mad rapper it's on.U just f***ed wit da wrong cat.
So i'ma do this first i'ma diss u & then when i meet u in public i'll beat u da f*** up for good measure.Eitha way i can't lose.

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

« on: September 08, 2008, 11:40:21 AM »

Followers of da Golden Dawn beta be warned/
We came to flush out da swarms of reptillian forms/
From da 1st. centuary A.D theit quest began/
It seems somehow mankind got da best of man/
But it's a fine line between having demons in mind/
Their hearts don't pump blood so really wot they
bleeding is slime/
Sacrificial rituals da Devil exists & he would love to
play God @ woteva da risk/
His spawn are da children o' da genuine corn/
Fire & brimstone that scorches wit a genuine scorn/
So when da Gods founded Egypt they did it in secret/
Hyroglyphs pyramids papyrus leaflets/
Armageddon lives it's da final eclipse/
Judgement day was equipped from da time of Abyss/
Apartheid was tied in wit da K.K.K/
We know we're ancient so to da East we made our way/
Da Anunaki was persistant they would stay on our trail/
So that we'd lead to da cup that's holliest grail/
They will do so & so they will knowingly fail//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: I'm ill

« on: September 01, 2008, 03:07:57 PM »

GreenBat scratches his a** & yawns

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

« on: September 01, 2008, 03:01:35 PM »

Day in day out everyday no doubt/
Lemme show u how i do my do now/
So many ways in i do amazing/
Shit that i'm raising's gotta be blazing/
I don't owe no one everything's paid off/
Say u got substance then show me wot u made of/
Homie don't play that we don't go way back/
Who drove u crazy?Who gave u that straight jack'/
Heard it's your last shot hope u don't make that/
Sign on da dotted line & then u can lay back/
Who brought da blaze back?Who would engage that?/
Was da name GreenBat?Was it da same cat?/
If not u got little chance to branch/
U want me gone?Then lemme see a show of hands/
On da guest spot getting me to throw off bands/
Spitting on fans after that throw 'em in vans/
Cos it's not about who knows wot or who knows who/
Man it's all about da red hot flows that u exposed to/
It's not about da f***ed up ways that i approach u/
It's not about da bulls eye markings that i'm close to/
It's all about da fact that i just engrossed u//

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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / Re: Open mic... Er1 invited (Go Ghetto)

« on: August 29, 2008, 12:54:29 PM »

Life's a bitch thats why we're all sons of bitches/
We don't give a f*** cos all we want is the riches/
We're ghetto based criminals that sets us apart
from pussy mutha f***as second guessing their hearts/
We do prison terms for our violent ways/
We know crime pays especially @ da final stage/
Pay attention if u posess a mind that strays/
Our impatience don't adhear to time delays/
Nothing scares us nothing hurts us we immune to it all/
We're desenstized to da f***en point of withdrawl/
And we don't f*** wit cops they got us joined to da wall/
Jesus spoke all of our names but we avoided da call/
All we lack is role models & positve male figures/
Our negatives are stakes that impale these weak niggaz/
Who don't eat so their shape has da weight of stick figures/
Lightning fast motion we're thieves wit quick fingers/
And our thoughts speeds towards so that makes us quick thinkers//

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

« on: August 26, 2008, 09:51:21 AM »

Word?Word!