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BornPower
04-05-2011, 09:53 PM
THIS IS A SPECIAL PRESENTATION OF CHANNEL 2 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODIUNAsF59Y&playnext=1&list=PL5D265BBF1432E700)

On tonight's Channel 2 Special Programming Segment we visit the lives of the most notorious villains to visit our studios. First is a man known only as Icarus, a man on trial for adversely affecting the American economy by manipulating the price of copper. He claims to be responsible for the convoluted and corrupt American political system and boasts that not only will he be released from prison soon but he will also be given high honors by the President himself.
While that last remains to be seen, what we are showing you right now is a video recorded by Icarus in 2001.

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I rotate among destroyed estates with four angles,
the chosen of poorer angels,
sold for diamonds, souls and 90 bangles
sore and angry, I bore strange speech into stones with my bare feet
considered a rare breed by those that care about pedigrees,
I soar over raging seas on wax wings and sad strings
put my back to the reefs that held me close for so long
grown stronger from prolonged exposure, I strode alone down Chicago roads
a god on his post, in this lawless cold they tried to rob me of comraderie
an odd pod is my shore in chaotic seas,
a tree shorn of it's leaves,
my born degrees were a short brief in stormy ink
to conform is not to believe,
I am a chameleon, a spy with swords in an enemy port
seize sensory reports with live feeds streamed at high speeds,
fishing for minds in these mined streets leaves me dying to eat
once more I take flight and fly away from this ironic feast,
gone are the tonics I drink and now my body is weak
flopping gruesomely, pools of feathers and glue drool at my feet
donning shoes carved from stars I choose to move East,
away from the sun's death, each step brings me breath tuned in relief
among the blue and green screens my aggressive actions were red and black,
arrested and attacked for protecting my assets,
the masses are fed lies about my methods and tactics
there is no redemption for these fascists,
I will take their first born, they will know grief everlasting
"they don't know what I'm capable of..."
these thoughts cause me to leave the scene laughing...

Suddenly an outburst, from the crowd chanting "Sheep Lord!!!" as Sheep entered the studio by swinging down from rafters via his grapple gun. As the reporter goes to intro this mysterious vigilante, the chanting continues and the roars get louder. It is obvious the crowd loathes and loves the vigilante.....the reporter proceeds to question this mystery man...

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Sly disturbance it wasn't Sheep Lord in earnest
some reporter cat asked me about my origins so I went pouring in/
see I was born on the platoon afternoon after scoops and fries
dooms and dyes now I arise from awaken from solitude of a fortress I was in/
saw them caves so I patterned it after bats, watch me map the city
with my civilian days behind me as the cities architect
I respectively decline your offer is what I spoke to the last builder
designer that employed my services/
after seeing too many murders, robberies and corrupted cops and political figures
now I had to mask up from a million dollars under debt and recluse from society/
poetic by the sobriety notoriety tumble through lives wise
cracking mirrors around the dim rooms lite sucker emcees get evicted by the sickest vilest villian/
never a torturer I’m a poker and prodigal sun shovel pan layer
extorting those whom be good but doing nothing by the means they scheme
and protest, regress and assess my extreme measures with dental pleasures/
stoned topics this optical kerosene
killed a building full of fiends, dealers and squealers/
now those shall yield, field days
domes are a Dumile to those MFers I was like Grimm in the old days/
getting caps pealed like oranges and busted
like watermelons timed bombs do all the telling/
fast forward weeks of nothing but creeps, killers and Starbucks
knuckle up chuck duck the freaks who just bleep the skips out cha ads/
so as the reporter continued to grill me, he proceeded to ask me
how cha get those scars and ridiculous tattooed famed name/
replied simply I got cut by a switched blade grenade faster blade cascade
then I begun to massacre masquerades in guises only a rapper could do/
they begun to chant cha “Sheep Lord” I beat the promo guy with a two by four
cuz he didn't break the bank and ship the shanks by the way I was also tanked/

There is a river of static through the feed and each screen becomes covered distorted by a smattering of black and white dots that makes it hard to see what is happening. A hooded figure coalesces from the chaos of black and white and the eerie figure begins to speak in a digitized voice...

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bronze be locked as a prophet, on point with the logic
my philosophics, peace through war, control demographics
iron fist dictatorships, from fascist to the soviets, a holy grip
around the necks is what we controllin with, villianous aggresion
teach a lesson in a vocal session, suckas emcees go get a bodyguard
a guru on the topic, assassin pioneer, eagle optics, silence
every round remained silent, first shot right through his eyelids
little did i know, there was a spy kid, dive hide behind the dresser
the oppressor rocked the surpressor catcher for the ejecter
click, reload! - emerge in black cloak, angels of death note spoke
form a cross, speak the oath, blessed be bestowed to those we owe
let em know, the Section watches while they slip from control
absolve my power, sent to the stockade, never barricade my aura
mental explorer, scan the universe, gain a plethora of scholars
envision horrors, that stagnat the populace to plateau
decline, reup three fold, so they implant while holdin the remote
my soul stroll desolate locations, solo segregation
for holdin to much influence among weaker populations, the mason!!
vacatin every vagrant that displays flagrent
receive a free vacation for your brain station, if i ever find you two facin
grand standing ovation for the needle injection, last breathe..........
ressurection, rebirth of the bronze prophet
resistence is futile, invade the stereo object,
peerin through the peak of an obelisk,
5 ominous figures rose from darkness, heartless, nameless and faceless
seek revenge, so the blood on there conscious is tasteless

In the silence that follows the hooded figure's transmission the lights flicker before finally dying with a low groan. An invisible pressure builds in the small studio and suddenly the windows blow out into the city's streets slick with rain that continues to fall in a steady tattoo.
Lightning flashes and a figure is illuminated for a split second. In that moment a voice reaches into your mind and whispers in a voice that is foreign and familiar at the same time...

http://www.neostate.net/images/vampire.jpg

Deadly defiant dangerous death dealer,
Engineering enemy execution excrementing ether,
Aware and angered arsenic aborted angler,
Delivering desolation demoralizing destruction dangler,
D.E.A.D. Deadly/Escalater/Archaic/Damager!
DREAD HEART DEATH SPARK DEAD THOUGHTS WRANGLER,
Optimize your pain and minimize your presence,
treat your essence like a peasant economically wreck it,
ingest this essence fortified with toxic heavy metals,
The ghetto's trying to pull strings ends up getting elbowed,
diaphrams smashed graphic I collapse lungs tragic,
snap legs like matchsticks pound faces like drums,

*caked in dirt and mud, I slake my thirst with blood*

after locks comes exterior chains,
scale fences move through the rain,
slow discret silent steppin feet,
move like blinks blurs all you see,
stealth harm I bring gasp! no screams,
larynx lacerated air passages bleed,
binocular sights fall from galvanized greed,
granite and green pistons oilish sheen,
I come clean soap rinsed brains dream,
arena collide metal swords surprize,
between the eyes demean and derive,
the foolish with pride all ego's aside,
rented rentals drunken dangerous rides,
elmers glue sticky slippy before dry,
contained elements and compounds chide,
back sides of childish criminal minds,
continue to climb space shuttled shine,
damage rectified new improved design,
mathematical primes highlited blades twinkling eyes...

As the panicked mob rushes from the studio into the streets, the cameras are knocked to the ground and only a few more minutes of footage is salvageable from the wrecked recording room. From an angled position on the floor the camera seems to be pointed at one of the walls next to the blown out window. A lone monitor, miraculously unbroken hisses with static behind a chair trampled to irregular broken bits.
The screen pulses with a red light for a moment and suddenly two figures are visible from chest to floor. The first is garbed in crimson robes trimmed in thread-of-gold and the fabric never rests, it ripples and flickers as if flames resided within the cloth's fibers. The second figure's robes were a black that seemed to drink in any light directed its way and it never wavered an inch, the driving winds from the storm outside never disturbed the tattered garment.
The two face each other for perhaps the length of a few breaths then turn and leave the studio without another word.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-06-2011, 08:01 AM
Dopeness maybe readjust the font though dopeness

ArcherPriest
04-07-2011, 10:43 AM
^agreed.. sux havin to stop n scroll down in the middle of verses..
this shit is epic tho, dope presentation with the narration n shit
everyone came thru with sum nice lines too
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seize sensory reports with live feeds streamed at high speeds,
fishing for minds in these mined streets leaves me dying to eat

a tree shorn of it's leaves,
my born degrees were a short brief in stormy ink


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by the means they scheme
and protest, regress and assess my extreme measures with dental pleasures/
stoned topics this optical kerosene
killed a building full of fiends, dealers and squealers/
now those shall yield, field days
domes are a Dumile to those MFers I was like Grimm in the old days
-------------

little did i know, there was a spy kid, dive hide behind the dresser
the oppressor rocked the surpressor catcher for the ejecter

ressurection, rebirth of the bronze prophet
resistence is futile, invade the stereo object,
peerin through the peak of an obelisk,
5 ominous figures rose from darkness
---------
Optimize your pain and minimize your presence,
treat your essence like a peasant economically wreck it,

diaphrams smashed graphic I collapse lungs tragic,
snap legs like matchsticks pound faces like drums,
*caked in dirt and mud, I slake my thirst with blood*

THE MASON
04-08-2011, 12:48 PM
yea, reduce that font a little bit

this was dope, i like how this series is coming together and this piece kind of added a new dimension to it. like an intermission with action lol

peace famos

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-08-2011, 01:00 PM
yeah shit gave each charecter a glimspe in to there world nah mean

ChristO
04-08-2011, 05:14 PM
suh'm like a movie..I see I see...still reading...

ChristO
04-08-2011, 05:20 PM
...live...

BornPower
04-08-2011, 05:45 PM
peace, Tone. would love to get you on a joint

ChristO
04-09-2011, 01:43 AM
right KutS...you check the latest...trying a' manifest the ressurection via wtc...

BornPower
04-09-2011, 01:59 AM
i c u reconnecting through the earth. i need to get like you, especially considering my unstable circumstances.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-09-2011, 01:57 PM
this is definately dope

BornPower
04-09-2011, 07:36 PM
this is definately dope

for sure, sheep. working on the next installment as we speak.

J.T.S.
04-11-2011, 11:01 AM
whoa man crazy writing damn your elevating!

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-11-2011, 10:22 PM
Yes we all are elevating

Guarded By Martyrs
04-12-2011, 04:57 PM
One of the best pieces I've had the pleasure of reading on here.

See if I can jump on the next one ?

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-12-2011, 05:05 PM
one of the best pieces i've had the pleasure of reading on here.

See if i can jump on the next one ?

yeah def dopeness

BornPower
04-12-2011, 07:42 PM
See if I can jump on the next one ?

The only one stopping you is you. Be sure to check out Section HQ for updates on the next Watch.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-13-2011, 04:12 PM
The only one stopping you is you. Be sure to check out Section HQ for updates on the next Watch.

no doubt we'll do it again