Rax - Chief Rocka (Freestyle) lyrics

[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