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Chief Rocka - Open Mic / word up?
« on: October 28, 2004, 09:46:00 PM »
havn´t been in this*** 4 a while but f*** it...
i’m doin’ this: 4 all my people around the world/
black or white: i don give a sssh, y’all know i scare cos i care/
& i want y’all 2 get-up: c’mon get-up! C’mon don give-up!
whether you still makin’ hooks from the hood,
or s*** on your block/ always hustlin’ on the street 4 ca$h:
we y’all gotta stash dat! 2 ma mobb-fellaz: cookin’ beef: all sides
of every town/ puffin’ marly trees: cos we y’all
raised by the streets, ghetto-life/ keep livin’ the street-life…
Yo! it’s Blac again: no need 2 front/
tell your hommies too: DeviL said so…
what? we’ve got: cats fakin’ cypherz like battlin’ it’s sci-fi s***/
hip hop’s science w/o chemistry: ill mc’s observe,
the cure: may i serve y’all wit ma skillz? microfone become obscure!
No, i don prescribe no formula: 4 hi-jump i.Q’s, stucked on queues/
& can’t decide which style 2 choose!
i’ve distort your mindz: put ‘em on tablez/
shiftin’ EQ’s, pitch on the mixer: y’all know the ego killer/
f*** Meta4’s, i made ‘em fade…
on the mic: i move like an octopus, ask dr Octagon!
y’all be gone soon…
you’ve seen my previous rhymez: on hype mag?
& got shooked like hell! i’m doin’ it again/
in-case you didn’t know: i slay crookz/
like graff writer, i use target as my spray-can/
shinnin’-off the nugget: fake blin’ blin’ chainz/
recognize that i don hav time: 2 look nice/
when i spit on tha mic, ma word is bond…
jus 2 let y’all know: i’m 4eva on point, & that’s 4Real
[this one is 4 all y’all who wanna ball(battle) me f***** Haterz]
Microfone check-up: 1 2 word-up?
you niggaz run around, i’m ‘bout 2 give a slap 2/
lite some fire-out your a**: sorry muthaf*****
but you the one: up on ma face, askin’ 4 it/
now your s*** gotta burn!
Damn! you playin’ soft 2 get it: i bet your style is lame,
maybe put a lil flame 2 it/ b4 you start chasin’ that fame:
some1 infamous, gotta let you know…
ready or not: here come the bad news/
run 4 cover, Blac slash scarz on ya face /
don be scared dum dun!
nigga you wack as f***/
mad at me: cos i tell the truth the way it is?
Son you know what they say: truth hurtz/
breath-out duck: i had 2 let the truth spill, str8 from ya chest nut/
& i’ve got the ballz: 2 tell you, as a matter of fact you 5uck!
Break down your loose septic: you seemed 2 be a lil sceptic ‘bout…
yo! i ain’t the one: 2 beat around the bush,
searchin’ 4 bush 2 kill like bill!
My dawg will hunt you down b4 dawn/
you’ll be caught: so i raize a gla** of forgiveness 2 jesus/
i’m ‘bout 2 slip: sink another soul in2 misery/
Monsta or masta of all disaster!
dear Lord: 4 the blood i’ve sipped…
cheerz 2 another scene(sin), i’ve commited/
but life is hell on its own confusin’: no ? ‘bout it/
on the M.i.c it’s a must i bust/ confirm you dead, so R.i.p
cos when s*** get real: muthaf****** get scared, incarcerated
Devious (Black)DeviL
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i’m doin’ this: 4 all my people around the world/
black or white: i don give a sssh, y’all know i scare cos i care/
& i want y’all 2 get-up: c’mon get-up! C’mon don give-up!
whether you still makin’ hooks from the hood,
or s*** on your block/ always hustlin’ on the street 4 ca$h:
we y’all gotta stash dat! 2 ma mobb-fellaz: cookin’ beef: all sides
of every town/ puffin’ marly trees: cos we y’all
raised by the streets, ghetto-life/ keep livin’ the street-life…
Yo! it’s Blac again: no need 2 front/
tell your hommies too: DeviL said so…
what? we’ve got: cats fakin’ cypherz like battlin’ it’s sci-fi s***/
hip hop’s science w/o chemistry: ill mc’s observe,
the cure: may i serve y’all wit ma skillz? microfone become obscure!
No, i don prescribe no formula: 4 hi-jump i.Q’s, stucked on queues/
& can’t decide which style 2 choose!
i’ve distort your mindz: put ‘em on tablez/
shiftin’ EQ’s, pitch on the mixer: y’all know the ego killer/
f*** Meta4’s, i made ‘em fade…
on the mic: i move like an octopus, ask dr Octagon!
y’all be gone soon…
you’ve seen my previous rhymez: on hype mag?
& got shooked like hell! i’m doin’ it again/
in-case you didn’t know: i slay crookz/
like graff writer, i use target as my spray-can/
shinnin’-off the nugget: fake blin’ blin’ chainz/
recognize that i don hav time: 2 look nice/
when i spit on tha mic, ma word is bond…
jus 2 let y’all know: i’m 4eva on point, & that’s 4Real
[this one is 4 all y’all who wanna ball(battle) me f***** Haterz]
Microfone check-up: 1 2 word-up?
you niggaz run around, i’m ‘bout 2 give a slap 2/
lite some fire-out your a**: sorry muthaf*****
but you the one: up on ma face, askin’ 4 it/
now your s*** gotta burn!
Damn! you playin’ soft 2 get it: i bet your style is lame,
maybe put a lil flame 2 it/ b4 you start chasin’ that fame:
some1 infamous, gotta let you know…
ready or not: here come the bad news/
run 4 cover, Blac slash scarz on ya face /
don be scared dum dun!
nigga you wack as f***/
mad at me: cos i tell the truth the way it is?
Son you know what they say: truth hurtz/
breath-out duck: i had 2 let the truth spill, str8 from ya chest nut/
& i’ve got the ballz: 2 tell you, as a matter of fact you 5uck!
Break down your loose septic: you seemed 2 be a lil sceptic ‘bout…
yo! i ain’t the one: 2 beat around the bush,
searchin’ 4 bush 2 kill like bill!
My dawg will hunt you down b4 dawn/
you’ll be caught: so i raize a gla** of forgiveness 2 jesus/
i’m ‘bout 2 slip: sink another soul in2 misery/
Monsta or masta of all disaster!
dear Lord: 4 the blood i’ve sipped…
cheerz 2 another scene(sin), i’ve commited/
but life is hell on its own confusin’: no ? ‘bout it/
on the M.i.c it’s a must i bust/ confirm you dead, so R.i.p
cos when s*** get real: muthaf****** get scared, incarcerated
Devious (Black)DeviL