Chief Rocka (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]

B-B-B-Boom shakka lukka here comes the chief rocka rocka crowd
Ask the live band how it sounds
200 in the audience that wanna screw me out
Wid a 20 minute slot
Draw em in knock em down
10 views change every minute wid a smile
Times that by 20 that’s the slot and the crowd
Cah I walk with the funk
I talk with the funk
I eat with the funk
But I smell like ralph
I tend to tell em about what’s been happening now
So if you didn’t know I was happening you’ve been blocking me out
Don’t bother me now
The Pickpocket is popping around
Dats a wrap and ill be rapping till the product is out
Coz they’re Springfield Mandem, Nelson Goons
But in front of their wife they buss Sisqo moves
Me I’m super cool, disco Stu
And I ain’t never been up in a disco dudes
Night fever writing no disco moves
Fire flame watch how I omit those fumes
Try and take, I will break, my ni**as annihilate
Them man are Bisto them man are Oxo cubes
I’m home cooked food
I gave em the wholemeal
One tape later they’re eating up oatmeal
I’m waking up the Jolly Rodgers now I got em jolly watching
Sharing and commenting I gotta bless their cotton socks and shoes
I touch em in da soul
Marv’s is on the 1’s & 2’s so we’re playing give and go!

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
B-B-B-Bam Bam
Here comes the man with the plan
Rough neck Rax and I came with a clan
The whips all black, listening to Wu Tang
Now I got you in The Pickpocket no going back
I show em how many mics I rip on a daily
Many muny, my ni**a I be ripping plenty
I told em, I make the SM58 sound like a semi
It’s deadly, these have a go Hero’s couldn’t avenge me
Bout beats ni**gas I don’t see ni**gas on the grind
Still asleep ni**gas I’m working I’ll see you when you rise
Feats ni**gas I don’t feat ni**gas I don’t like
F**k a dream ni**gas, hold a seat theatre of the mind
Blaowww
Now that’s tracks on tracks
And they’re thinking that I got my name from Racks on Racks
But that’s a family nickname so f**k that track
But I fu**ed myself that’s Rax on Rax
A true sound head
I swear I love the grind
Made it my reality and now I love the life
It use to be a fallacy when I turned 5
Running round singing woohaa
Thought I was Busta Rhymes
Now I’m bussin rhymes and everybody recites
Vigorously busting mics, in the studio or live
The fans, I do this for them
Number one chief rocka you’ll find out in the end