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J.T.S.
08-09-2007, 11:02 AM
Freestyle to mobb deep's bLoodsport beat

Cables electrified by the electrician from the Southside
Underground hideout beneath the city lights
Get right nights rocking mics, battles by candlelight
Militant military life, soldier wit the most stripes
Like the White stripes we get paid from sponsoring rock
Rolling stones down hills, running over cops
Hot spots we flock on and set up shot
Guns pop at our arrival, rivals bodies get chopped
Wrapped and dropped off in front of the local butcher shop
Negative tunes knock from the benz drop-top
Grab a mop and slide the pine-sol cleanse the floor nice
Back-flip out a window, a pipe bomb incoming signals
Get low high fiends scream hear that explosion?
Warrior survivor, wit mcguyver knowledge has been chosen
Posers on corners posing, become victims of land erosions
Handguns i'm holding, barrels always smoking
Labs get broke in, u lambs get choked when, info's not spoken

J.T.S.
08-09-2007, 03:21 PM
Freestyle to m.o.p.'s cold as ice beat

Contenders are tender in this rap game
Lames living it up, hip-hop's became "Soul train"
Leaving brains stained with horrific visions, and memories of pain
Smoke niggas like Mary Jane, insane menace stomping emcee's out like Cain
I dis-able ya frame, u know i'm able to reign
And remain the murderous master that buried ya remains
Some of ya'll need to be re-named wtf is a Young Joc?
snatch ya ice, for trying to ante-up wit the cops
Pop raps more disgusting than pork chops
And your thoughts are basic, a waste of a brain face it
Worried about a shitty watch, and bracelit
Watch ya back make sure ya bodyguards on his day shift
My speech drifts through ya conciousness
I conquer shit, wit spectacular, venacular, spits
Bitches throw fits over kids grabbing they asses, i throw fists
Hit lips watch em' fatten, slaying emcee's in a orderly fashion

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-09-2007, 05:50 PM
Freestyle over Chris Brownís Running

Regardless of whoís the nicest?
Or whoís considered the tightest? /
Itís about whoís the brightest behind the mic is
Now if you can flow on site cha tight but can you write on spot/
I rock heat rocks flaming taking emcees out the ballpark
Hit cha pass the line all the way down ya spine/
Do you feel my grind I can come simple
And make the beat start to tremble/
I double day speed relay you ainít a writer
Youíre a biter for yourself and others/
Who the fuck is ya mother is she a money grubbing mofo
Or is she the stand up type, where you come from son/
Címon speak up boy I ainít here to waste my time
Yeah Iím ghetto and brollic all at the same time/
I can rip yo to shreds wit my complex dťcor
But can you handle the lyrics I deploy like WMDís/
You ainít facing the best even youíre dropping
The worst even wit no skills to be measure by anything even/
How you scrambling like Rex Grossman my flow is Randy Moss man
I run up the check like ya elders eating at the tightest restaurant/
So donít give me that bullshit youíre this or thatÖÖ
I can give you an exclusive like Chris Brownís latest track
But cha still considered wackÖ. /

Sleep Sinatra
08-10-2007, 02:49 PM
accapella apocalypse.......



in the temple of darts im quick 2 disasemble ya heart//
the lonely soldier at the gates controlling fate wit tha artz//
they-hate-that-im-smart cuz genius is next 2 insanity//
they flow plain while i blow jane spit an cause calamity//
drifting-off-mechanically im like a drone wit a soul mission//
seek-an-destroy leavin-them-boys they own victims//


just tryna contibute 2 the realness ....

led_mic
08-10-2007, 04:52 PM
I blow your temple of darts into constiutent parts/
Reminding lonely crying soldiers of their fear of my smarts/
Mr. Sinatra fell asleep because he played himself out/
I suggest you follow suit and simply follow his route/

Sleep Sinatra
08-10-2007, 05:01 PM
I blow your temple of darts into constiutent parts/
Reminding lonely crying soldiers of their fear of my smarts/
Mr. Sinatra fell asleep because he played himself out/
I suggest you follow suit and simply follow his route/

tha fuck...this is a thread for building not battling....

led_mic
08-10-2007, 05:01 PM
that was a freestyle to Rae's Incarcerated Scarfaces

led_mic
08-10-2007, 05:04 PM
I was just showing a "crab" how to rhyme

Sleep Sinatra
08-10-2007, 05:06 PM
...fuck outta here aint no nigga a crab except u .......but im thru wit ur immaturity

led_mic
08-10-2007, 05:09 PM
This is supposed to be the Wu Tang site not an episode of fucking Oprah. Challenge me then and stop being such a fucking pussy.

Sleep Sinatra
08-10-2007, 05:13 PM
WOW...set it up then bitch

led_mic
08-10-2007, 05:19 PM
its up

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-10-2007, 09:55 PM
check this out something a lil different

Swordsmen apparel rhyming through wit the blades
So sick I filet catfish or salmon take your pick/
Ricochet linguist mystical spit transitional
Duel identity multi layered staircase stationary/
Iím elevated air evaporating water dripping
Sounds of an urban landscape Iím hearing/
Trains on the overpass my apartment complex
Checked the fourth floor, sword kept by every door/
New message alarm bells ringing snatched up my computer
Started to typically log on with username & pass code/
Brought up my MSN screen darted to those private email sites
Nahmean hit eím wit the info read got it deleted it after my kinfolk/
Lived never for fear, after my first caper deleted my PDA
Copped my next assignment about six months later/
Suited up black to hand to my feet jumped
Out the fourth story window down to my black Kawasaki/
Ninja bike preferably took off about a hundred a soft
Quick grab seen the mail icon on da screen,
stopped in a darker ally to read/
Checked it out, story goes along the tallest building see a man
In the top floor offices, having a session of prostitution/
With this women secluded, I was to go and do a routine
Snatch and grab, if any gave me problems I was asked to eliminate them/
By whatever means I deemed necessary to control the situation/
Seemed a lil soggy so check my info farther realized
Its da Crime lord from before/
Now heís trying to marginalized his company in order
to take out the competition making position
in question like a move in chess we rest
Whatís next?/
Calling it corporate espionage, wit kidnapping action wit demands
Ransoming hands calling by there names was the plan/
I moved fast before the clock struck ten I was down or rather up
Ready grapple and swing cross evading security for another fifteen/
Swing on steel vines Tarzan style guillotine the cams
After scoping the scene I panther stalk down the vent shaft/
Gassing the building while covering my tracks
I encounter none on my behalf continue
My walk quicker than I thought/

To Be ContinuedÖÖÖ

Dr Sleepwalker
08-11-2007, 07:08 AM
feelin' this thread..

some nice rhymes here

pea2e

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-11-2007, 09:45 PM
its nice to get the creative juices flowing AGAIN

J.T.S.
08-13-2007, 02:00 PM
I can't be stagnated, an irregular individual who's inners innovating
My motives motivating me to snatch niggas c.r.e.a.m. while i'm cremating
And creating creations these cretins protest, canidates debates amazing
Maze king, crown filled wit bling, lightning strikes as i enter the ring
Stunning how i sting emcee's who bring the ice-talk i melt like ice cream
Break a rappers back so they can't lean, i shine like infa-red beans
Ban ya banners, break ya hands, and feet with sledgehammers
Have em looking dumber than Killa Cam in front of camera's
Slamming men in slammers, i oppose the properganda
You deader than Anna Nicole, police can't track me on scanners
Grammar gamma rays clear my path, bloodbath wrath as i spray
You lone gone, and forgotten like Lil' Mo, and Nicole Wray

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-14-2007, 12:49 AM
Boom bap troop it up skip school rap
Attract flows along wit skimpy hoes/
See through lingerie tits and ass-sets
My speech impediment rhymes I register it/
Flipping these words like crossword puzzles
Unleashing the muzzle on these poor pathetic muggles/
Now you huff and puff thinking you tough
When we tussle cuz u got muscles/
I’m a take a bite outta rhyme when I spit like Mcgruff
From Queens, to Brooklyn to Harlem back to Upstate New York/
Now we buck at the rate fade e’m low like bass lines yo
Bang e’m out wit the bass high and treble low/
You know how we go we glow, we grow wit the flow
Showing we got it and still continue to shine and glow/
All to blow show n prove make mince meat outta you louse’s
You ain’t goofy you’re an intelligent black man wit a plan/
We gotta stand band together, we all in together now/
CHAPOW! Fuck ya low brow how you nice now
Deadly wit the eye gauge lyrically I’m the high brow/
I spit it ludicrous, ridiculous how you want it kid
Thinking you’re nice when you out in the cold/
U frozen like Popsicle you more fickle than these
Plastic whores who are superficial and artificial/
Wit more carbon copy bimbos on TV than there are Game Shows
Hosted by Chuck Woolery and Pamela Anderson Lee/
You can’t match wits wit a kamikaze suicidal emcee
Wit more eyes on me than an CBS Television affiliate/
Trying to “Red & Mef” me is a ludicrous idea like Chingy
Returning to DTP when you see me I’ll be making the band like MTV/

J.T.S.
08-14-2007, 02:47 PM
Nice ness!

J.T.S.
08-16-2007, 11:31 AM
Boom bap troop it up skip school rap
Attract flows along wit skimpy hoes/
See through lingerie tits and ass-sets
My speech impediment rhymes I register it/
Flipping these words like crossword puzzles
Unleashing the muzzle on these poor pathetic muggles/
Now you huff and puff thinking you tough
When we tussle cuz u got muscles/
Iím a take a bite outta rhyme when I spit like Mcgruff
From Queens, to Brooklyn to Harlem back to Upstate New York/
Now we buck at the rate fade eím low like bass lines yo
Bang eím out wit the bass high and treble low/
You know how we go we glow, we grow wit the flow
Showing we got it and still continue to shine and glow/
All to blow show n prove make mince meat outta you louseís
You ainít goofy youíre an intelligent black man wit a plan/
We gotta stand band together, we all in together now/
CHAPOW! Fuck ya low brow how you nice now
Deadly wit the eye gauge lyrically Iím the high brow/
I spit it ludicrous, ridiculous how you want it kid
Thinking youíre nice when you out in the cold/
U frozen like Popsicle you more fickle than these
Plastic whores who are superficial and artificial/
Wit more carbon copy bimbos on TV than there are Game Shows
Hosted by Chuck Woolery and Pamela Anderson Lee/
You canít match wits wit a kamikaze suicidal emcee
Wit more eyes on me than an CBS Television affiliate/
Trying to ďRed & MefĒ me is a ludicrous idea like Chingy
Returning to DTP when you see me Iíll be making the band like MTV/


Incomplete recordings leaked to expand profits for record companies/
I drop it heavy, while spitting melodies moving at light speed/
Throw on the right beat, so the words i speak, peak precise/
Me and Sheepish conveying illuminating beams of light/
The sight of my presence makes emcee's bring presents/
I attend to queen regimes, forgeting the cats in attendance/
Break then mend mics back together for the defendents/
My militia remnants, rampage stages, damages endless/
Went dust settles, we meddle in biz/
Cutthroat tactics slashing the thorats of ya kidz/

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-16-2007, 05:47 PM
Incomplete recordings leaked to expand profits for record companies/
I drop it heavy, while spitting melodies moving at light speed/
Throw on the right beat, so the words i speak, peak precise/
Me and Sheepish conveying illuminating beams of light/
The sight of my presence makes emcee's bring presents/
I attend to queen regimes, forgeting the cats in attendance/
Break then mend mics back together for the defendents/
My militia remnants, rampage stages, damages endless/
Went dust settles, we meddle in biz/
Cutthroat tactics slashing the thorats of ya kidz/

Seen these short fused compatriots after paper
Now when they get cuts on there finger tips/
I grip the pen and pad invade cha inner space
Donít call me Martin Short I hold court like ďKing of the RingĒ/
Donít speak ya mind ya live sounds arenít even fully produced
Your BPM rates and ya tempo are incomplete like ya mental state/
Growth anatomy rapid conversion cells divide as we do on the mic
You trying conquer the game when the game is conquering you/
Youíre invalid knowledge is quick rejection like bitch just had
An insurrection connected interjected wit words are a weapon/
Stress ya ethics subroutines donít even compute wit you drones
Bag them like bones, donít get phased but some of us are composed/
I cross fuse ya dome make you look more disgusting than Borg drones
Donít get cloned, your genetics arenít even FDA approved/
Now emcees trying to out rewrite me n JTS like DVD-RW are unlikely
Donít get cha blade broken when taking on a couple of veterans/
I know itís hard to stomach when you got inter-gestation
Just take some TUMS my rhymes will melt cha like antacid/
You canít grasp it cuz you shit is too fat and not flaccid
Iím intelligent lyrically youíre still irrelevant and incompetent/

Dr Sleepwalker
08-16-2007, 08:00 PM
AYYYo..

Doctor Sleepwalker,.. the Ganja,.. the Rasta sheep farmer../
I lost my peace,.. whats to eat? ..speed to the meat harbour/
confused and conclusive,.. my fuse is abusive../
Don't touch it, ..you'll crush it, I don't want to do this/
The trust is clue-less, ..wounds have a lust for the Q-tips/
Peroxide burnin'... that healthy pain.. /
Inside's turnin'... but outside there's deadly rain/
A friendly game?? ... why is there angry faces with steady aim?/
A hungry focus with heavy shame...../
I've been dead since the Chevy came../

pea2e

Prophet Picasso
08-16-2007, 10:15 PM
It’s the return of Malachi, the Prophet prophesied of homicide/
the reincarnate Selassie I, I conquered skies and been ostracized/
now it’s time for me to fight, time for me write and lite the reefa pipe/
somebody’s cryin to sleep tonight, somebody’s dyin to eat tonight/
I’m tryin to keep my eyes to the moonlight but it’s too bright/
I can’t let the booze make me lose sight of the right Hebrew life/
I see through night like a bat’s sonar, survey Mars on my radar/
I’ve seen quarks and quasars, my rebirth name is the Daystar...

Sleep Sinatra
08-17-2007, 12:48 AM
mic messiah who lite-tha-fire 2 tha righteous-liar//
ignite-subscribers-wit-the-light-of-riders,fight subsiders//
climber of the endless hill killin in the likes of myers//
chillin-wit-a-knife-da-virus sent 2 merk the industry//
touch u in the mind wit third eye or hurt u physically//

yo prophet if u ever wanna collab on sum shit GET AT ME YO

bloody jewels all day
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J.T.S.
08-17-2007, 02:41 PM
Seen these short fused compatriots after paper
Now when they get cuts on there finger tips/
I grip the pen and pad invade cha inner space
Donít call me Martin Short I hold court like ďKing of the RingĒ/
Donít speak ya mind ya live sounds arenít even fully produced
Your BPM rates and ya tempo are incomplete like ya mental state/
Growth anatomy rapid conversion cells divide as we do on the mic
You trying conquer the game when the game is conquering you/
Youíre invalid knowledge is quick rejection like bitch just had
An insurrection connected interjected wit words are a weapon/
Stress ya ethics subroutines donít even compute wit you drones
Bag them like bones, donít get phased but some of us are composed/
I cross fuse ya dome make you look more disgusting than Borg drones
Donít get cloned, your genetics arenít even FDA approved/
Now emcees trying to out rewrite me n JTS like DVD-RW are unlikely
Donít get cha blade broken when taking on a couple of veterans/
I know itís hard to stomach when you got inter-gestation
Just take some TUMS my rhymes will melt cha like antacid/
You canít grasp it cuz you shit is too fat and not flaccid
Iím intelligent lyrically youíre still irrelevant and incompetent/


Gotta hustle just to pay the rent, soon 2 move in a tent
Street tenant, the government corrupted our parliament
Spent days in a daze recovering from a stray graze
Bloody clothes are a reminder of the gun craze
Mystical ways, keep the cut short with waves
Ocean flow,specific views to get the dough
Souls trapped in the struggle, weapons guns, and blades
Coming of age masters, hip-hop broadcasters
Every day is another page in the chapter of the book of life
Best friend took my wife, know they sucking the glass pipe

J.T.S.
08-17-2007, 02:45 PM
everybody's shining and slaughtering in here!

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-17-2007, 11:16 PM
everybody's shining and slaughtering in here!

hell ya this is dope, session man

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-17-2007, 11:52 PM
Allot emcees nowadays talking about money, bitches and yae
Thinking aye okay wit no funds to display on tenement payday/
Drip dry Kay Slay the mix tape scene wit dishwashers’ extreme
Wash ya on the illest spin cycle so that flow stay clean/
Ya worthless penniless dreams think schemes and scams
Damage a man just by a measly milligram/
Thinking you gonna gather a men to damage my plans
It’s a hard enough time building army against “Barney”/
You can’t harm me wit flows that can’t even prove or show
I blow through verses like hurricane seasons/
Give me a reason to come breezing
You ain’t spitting enough this season/
Join the amateur’s league if you’re so intrigued
You ain’t dirty, grimy ya nice and shiny/
Ya flow, ya lyrics and ya skills is “Tiny”
You ain’t no “D-bo” you ain’t rolling rock playing C-lo/
I got that glow Hell Razah was speaking about yo
I’m a leader wit my troop index on speed dial/
You ain’t even made it past the aquatint stage
To even be considered my rival/

Sleep Sinatra
08-20-2007, 06:23 PM
ayo



poisonous collaborations b the prequel for mic decapitation//
facts adjacent wit the minds intertwined wit the emancipation//
of slaves 2 the game blade 2 ya frame relax wit satan//
smite tha frauds live above the law but act wit patience//
cats is fakin "waistin lives" like sperms cells released from masterbation//
tru meanin of "MC" move-crowds wit styles that's captivating//


just a lil building for yall

J.T.S.
08-21-2007, 03:54 PM
I taught karate to kids so they'd be too buzy to catch bids
Keep my tactics secret like the illuminati payoff to clap B.I.G.
Scalp a cops wig "pass the bone" to Sid, were declaring justice on pigs
"Life's a bitch" like Puff, word to Nas i puff lye
Punch-lines, and punch eyes, smoking chronic doing "lyrical drive-by's"
My thread full of live guys, lyrics fly out the computer monitor
J.t.s. soon to be large like the shoe size of Monica
Emcee's get played like harmonica's, and slutty wives
Bring the Ruck like Sean word iz bond you'll pay the price

Bigot Hitman
08-22-2007, 12:30 PM
My thoughts run allday, similar to box fans
Held back bya money dam
Peep the art too deep and dark
For me to act funny and, i gotta let'em loose so
I'll take a hour outa my week to the let the troops roll
Crews bold and fake bow down like sun flowers
On the hottest days, and its not from gun powder
When i cross local streets, cars stop, i'm runn'in this
I make my presence felt, all hearts drop and stomachs twist
I'm respected, alpha male wit the old mountain tale
Too wild to try and test bitch, my allabyes a death wish
I see the fakes ahead of time like ed reed and i weed'em out
Crack they shells wita pound like eggs see then i beat'em down
You don't wanna get caught outa line like slide'in doors
The aoutopsy doc'll be wonder'in why'd he fight'em for
Leave niggas laid out like european slave traders
If u run now, you bound to get gun downed an slayed later
Cuz i'm like Sam Gravano, this killin' shit is automatic
But not the king rat, be strapped wit three macs
And u might just leave at, a common shook state of mind
But all u did is delay sum blood shed, and awake a mime
Who follows you around like a little brother plus
Now when ya get to ya crib you'll find ya mother bucked

J.T.S.
08-24-2007, 01:19 PM
Alleycat God rally raps, Red sox fitted on bustin' caps..
Prefer waves over naps, sellin' dimes in sacks..
Niggas nearly hit me wit gats, cause they hoes blew my sacks(sax)
Axe ya feet turn ya white sox red, leavin' bloody tracks...
Cherryheadz get blazed like trees in the zig-zags of a dread..
My bread comes in by the loaves, i'm gun-clappin' clones dead..
Love don't cost a thing i'm jonesin' J-lo's bones wettin' the bed-spread..


Murderous ringtones i vibrate chics like celly's..
Put tha KY in they jelly, blowin' backs in telly's..
It's no battle contest like Krs vs. Nelly..
Don't make me get Furtardo..
You'll fly like a bird..or get chirped pronto..

Max Munch
08-25-2007, 08:31 AM
You'll fly like a bird..or get chirped pronto..

Kicking masterful rhymes from here to Oslo
Cats gotta travel through time to be top Honcho
It's obvious.. I'm the man like Mr. Macho
Real nasty like finding worms in your Taco


---

If..
All you talk about are guns & drugs, then your brain's vacant
Only time you move a pounds when you're weight-training
Still impressive with the flow, so they stay gazing
Wrecking cats from head to toe, shoulda came blazing..
..All that ammo that you hype in your tracks
Better than me? You must be smoking pipes full of crack
You leave a temporary mark.. mine's gonna last
Looking for a place to make your name while I put mine on the map

Lil' Ruger
08-25-2007, 01:27 PM
you crips crabs get dabbed and dragged through lava
you niggas actors reading scripts like java
jumpin like beans like fava
fuck you up propa
phantom of the opera the show stoppa
sniper nigga man on the roof
man in the booth witta chipped tooth
gory war stories cops got nuttin for me
stop talkin shit thats just more stories
im in the house like corey
disney bullets'll hit me
i weltah have ya heltah skeltah heat'll melt ya
shit is stella in the dry wella fella

J.T.S.
08-27-2007, 01:36 PM
Kicking masterful rhymes from here to Oslo
Cats gotta travel through time to be top Honcho
It's obvious.. I'm the man like Mr. Macho
Real nasty like finding worms in your Taco


---

If..
All you talk about are guns & drugs, then your brain's vacant
Only time you move a pounds when you're weight-training
Still impressive with the flow, so they stay gazing
Wrecking cats from head to toe, shoulda came blazing..
..All that ammo that you hype in your tracks
Better than me? You must be smoking pipes full of crack
You leave a temporary mark.. mine's gonna last
Looking for a place to make your name while I put mine on the map


Aww..Snap..The theasurus define my auora's..
Almighty scorer..snakes fighting..inviting boars
Map out...find terrain...train before we explore..
Everyday's an exploration..wild horses for transportation..
Stamp the letters send em out..warning..retailiation..
Ladies dying to hit home-runs wit this baseman...
Chase jakes like Jason..ranger rage raging wit the chainsaw..
The rap bounty killer stands over 6 ft. tall..
Call of the wildest.. trees redden the irus..
Mind twistin' riddles.. re-loading flows..blow the gristle..


Tribute to the track brute..eyes closed deciphering loops..
U monkeys fruit-heads.. falling of trees.. losing shoes..
Breath smelling like booze.. boso, zobo, clowns get chewed..
Heads decapitated... slam dunked...and mailed to Tom Cruise..

STYLE
08-27-2007, 10:06 PM
grip the the mic tightly with your claw and make sure to project your voice from deep inside your shell.......

Sleep Sinatra
08-29-2007, 08:36 PM
ayo....


sick masculinity my mic napalm destruct ya entity/
spit opposite of heavenly leavin ya mentally emp-ty//
degree for droppin medicine my "EP'S MD"// (epmd)
street intellectual= me thee mc//
i "crush bars" like a prison nigga tryna 2 get free//

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-29-2007, 09:08 PM
I got a spaceal grid a hostile lid give e’m a kid
Give me the teleportation and mutation device/
Monster maker hold chrome throw domes
Shake e’m up break e’m down to crumbs like weed/
Cut cha grass low so I can see snakes take emcees
And bake them in grease like bacon straight off the pigs ribs/
Now I gleam I flub the rhymes I scrubbed out wit soap
Dope enough to clean ya nostril of weed fragments/
Fragmented expertly herbal scent whips pimping like the president
I’m excellent wit references like I don’t got any self interest/
Spit cha wickedest trying maniac the world death proof
I Kurt Russell you damn fool wit Quinten Tarentino views/
Skew ya muses fusion abusive nature violent creation
Taking a masturbation class get off on them big ol’ breast/
Mexican checks and whips, cables and knives throw up
Bloody thighs crash course threw holes like dark matter/
Splatter sergeant slaughter you author wit cable coffins
Mastering auxiliary emotions creating contusions concussions
Wit objectionable rushes wit more heat than storming buses wit no A-C/
Spray Gez us on the walls scam the stalls fumigate the rooms
Now these emcees trying crawling out from under cuz there dumber
Than lighting and thunder before it strikes and makes rumble sound/

noel411
08-29-2007, 10:22 PM
Edit: Wrong thread.

J.T.S.
08-30-2007, 10:09 AM
Low and behold the mic i hold, flows a substance uncontrolled
Street chemistry chemist, king of the justice scrolls
Amateurs are tadpoles unable to develop a visual flow
God long bearded like Castro, bloods make em leak tobasco
Red hot ,hot rod racer in a parking lot, cops ticketed wit shots
Insane lynquistics the resistance resisted, hammer who do you love hops
sasquatch watch on the arm, rich enough to purchase pepridge farms
eagle psalms, act up actors, here's my cerebal bomb
Smash boards in Candyland calm, Burgundy guns drawn
Bloody money purchased me weapons like Spawn,
Bong tracks, irish jersey on my back, who gives a fuck if i'm black?
Italian kids on crack watching Soprano episodes get smacked
Black devil cookouts, swine merchants mad when i put the book out
took Brooke out, J.T.S. knows best, annoy the west like Mannie Fresh
Met Kanye in the Chi, Southside, some homo complimented his dress
Stronger from the stress, haze smoke in the rest
A chef chefing the best recipee, imaginations make believe
Pick up Eve , practing Tai chi by the elm trees
Picture the oats, lavish meals on 30,000 dollar boats
With the projectile, infections breakout, skin colored like reptiles
Respect style, or get thrown in the nile, cry me a river
Call me a nigger, i'll roc-a-fella like jigga, my reps bigger
Than any Bob marley spilff hitter, no hitter quitter
i'm out chaos inside, bout to donate my liver
Sickest spit-kicker, snack on emcee's like snickers
My bars flicker, bottom of the belly spitter
White label liquor help me write fables quicker
men are moving slower, choke the track boa
Faster blade thrower, all my ladies blowers
i'll air out Arizona, swim naked in lakes of fires
blackout wit the mackout, shit on ya best digesting fiber
Hire Skale to put the hit out, hiding in a brick-house
Surrouned by spouses, the iron-maiden boning maides in black blouses
more than meets the eye transformer destorying houses
Śnd continents, thoughts many resent
Here's my B-boy document, documented wit intelligence
Suspense is what i always present, headed to the essence
Just my presence make emcee's bring presents

J.T.S.
08-31-2007, 02:24 PM
thought in-creases.. my mental capaticty increases
I master-pieces .. knight-rider thesis..armies of the wicked decreases..
Violent vampire sucking blood from leeches..
Babies suckle milk from the earth's breats..i pat down the peaches..
dis obiest lady beasts..it's ashame seeing women teethless..
Reach this level...chalk surrounding rebels..dance wit the devil..
Blackman..rapman..under pressure people..get eaten like pac-man..
marry ya queen..damage ya regime..rapid fire's extreme..
Everyday's a dream..every night's a nightmare..
Beaten dis-abled wheeling a wheelchair..
The blind glare of darkness...the arch-rival combatant arches..
Lonley cub hiding in the shrubs..wit memories of mother killed by the devil's gun..
Voodo man miracle demonstration.. i was hung..and reincarnated into pun
Slung from a slingshot..the stoned hardrock..
Crooked cop son..time of judgement..revelations..
Government they scum from day won..
Speaking slang like i got rae's tongue..
Out-sider like slang ton..rhmyes immortalized over Bronze drum patterns..
Born on Saturn.. came to the earth wit stolen rings..
Shining in the shine garden..God smacking fiends..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-31-2007, 03:21 PM
yo JTS you killin e'm son

Sleep Sinatra
09-03-2007, 08:40 PM
when i flow...im like napalm on the mic//
remain calm-when-i-write "Ray charles'' 2 da nite//
....light complexion but my mental is dark//
cyborg type soldier peep the sentinel art//
exuisite niggas wen conversin intellectual's spark//
"pokin holes" in ya niggas like a medical mark!///

brap...

Sleep Sinatra
09-03-2007, 08:41 PM
yea yea i mentioned the mic napalm thang twice so wut lol....dope thread lets keep it goin

STYLE
09-03-2007, 09:10 PM
i'll send savages packin with what i'm packin in my jacket
that will stop your wack rappin and will leave your mind absent.
stop yappin you jaw b4 i start clappin
cause a few rds of "applause" will put a puase on yo lipp flappin
b4 you know what happened you'll b rubbin your head askin for asprin
untill u you get a grasp of my unabashed passion
a viscious tongue lashing like thunder crashing from 2 titans crashing
ususally i'm rappin to keep yall asses laughin
but when i comes to battlin i can quickly flip and get to snappin
like the claws of the crabs livin on the hairs of ya girls labia.
repeadly stabbin ya wreakin havoc on the vocabular
bringin the pain like nurse ratchet snatchin out yo bladders catheter

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-05-2007, 12:36 AM
Tech’s gonna give you a story
About how we hit al the rights notes and showed up for glory/
Employ more lines than any a hundred bars
Measured in a five minute time lapses/
Spit wit all letters capped ripped off the wrapper
Put it in the CD player, cassette deck or iPod/
Now you know why I rap so fucking hard
Without cashing my check card I borrowed from yours/
Whore it out or pour it golden showers get cowards nervous
My flow flourished under determents that’s disturbing/
Now am I making potential competition nervous?
But shaking up the formula and not rapping in riddles/
Do I need to dabble and act all snarling like gnarls?
I ball wit skills that make the armature’s look soft/
Cross you over like Teshaun Prince I ink the pad
Wit thoughts so sad the mic was glad to pass on it/
After I spit vomit killed off Hailey’s comet
I wrapped up my laps around the sun to Saturn/
Now that’s battling for your life wit more strife
Than anything considered trifling now we’re scoping and riffling/
Do I have to Eiffel tower these bitches and take pictures wit e’m
Now that’s giving them a load of cum-de-lade how do you want it?
Soft or proper wit more lyrics than any street opera/

J.T.S.
09-05-2007, 01:07 PM
Peace tek and everyone bombing in here!

Body twitching as the bullets target my frame..
white Wu shirt bloodstained..Going in shock from the pain..
Soon to blackout and exit life's plains..
Seeing light amongst the darkness..
Memories i reflect on unconcious..
i didn't want this to happen..
First we were scrapping..then the kid started clapping..
That's what i get for acting up..
Blood i'm throwing up..

J.T.S.
09-06-2007, 02:00 PM
Back in the spot-rusher, mass appeal fan, and mc crusher..
Fun-crusher plus, my company flow fatal like a caliber shot brain buster..
Gut ya like Cappa's line on Winter Warz, haterz dead em like dinosaurs..
we can compare wifeys, labs, and anything else to settle the score..
calm cat for sure, don't get twisted, i'm a hammer holder like Thor..
When i'm done bonning out, better believe the power-u's sore..
Or ripped out of place, invade my space, heat ignites outta waist..
It matches my pant size 38, to squash beef i won't hesitate..
One of us won't need a wake, some die over mis-takes..
Brothers and sisters come in different colors, ya own making u prey..
Defend myself like a mantis, if i'm in the can, or on the canvas..
Feds shook of this rap shit, big brother understands us..
That's why he kill us off, i'm from a tribe that's lost..
A maurader moving only at mid-night, giving the feds a holocaust..
and every traitors dying, bodies pressured from the iron..
Got rivals on the run like Forest, no saving you like Private Ryan..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-06-2007, 06:05 PM
Back in the spot-rusher, mass appeal fan, and mc crusher..
Fun-crusher plus, my company flow fatal like a caliber shot brain buster..
Gut ya like Cappa's line on Winter Warz, haterz dead em like dinosaurs..
we can compare wifeys, labs, and anything else to settle the score..
calm cat for sure, don't get twisted, i'm a hammer holder like Thor..
When i'm done bonning out, better believe the power-u's sore..
Or ripped out of place, invade my space, heat ignites outta waist..
It matches my pant size 38, to squash beef i won't hesitate..
One of us won't need a wake, some die over mis-takes..
Brothers and sisters come in different colors, ya own making u prey..
Defend myself like a mantis, if i'm in the can, or on the canvas..
Feds shook of this rap shit, big brother understands us..
That's why he kill us off, i'm from a tribe that's lost..
A maurader moving only at mid-night, giving the feds a holocaust..
and every traitors dying, bodies pressured from the iron..
Got rivals on the run like Forest, no saving you like Private Ryan..

YOU KILLIN' E'M JTS MAN BUT HERES MY CONTINUATION TO YA VERSE
CHECK IT.............
I came from the spot that rushed
Hold cha face up to the mirror like JA rule
Fuck these fake emcees that all talk about ďI Got MoneyĒ/
When theyíre bright as the sunny side up
When these niggaz get cold in this cold world they blush/
Hold they flow in and think theyíre number #1 like Nelly versus KRS One/
When they sinking thinking they still got sexy ladies
All in debt we can flow on the block or in the studio or the sweat shop/
I chop beats wit my flows that donít even need to be repeated
I defeat cha then delete cha how about cha read cha rhymes
And Iíll let you decide which gamble you wanna take/
Iím like The Borg I donít break I assimilate knowledge like college
Enforce my wreckages text messaging my verses to be typed n written/
How much weed cha hitting if you ainít even already chipped in
Iím spitting a billion words a minute wit more to come sooner than later/
I crush these flows and make these haters go extinct like the dinosaurs
So if you donít wanna be raw or taken seriously then you can get the Jones/
My flows rattle ya bones down to the electrical currency
You body is producing to encourage ya very movements/
Once Iím inside cha inner space like Martin Short
You better abort cha plan or youíll be lying on the ground/
Grounded and found dead wit cha ice left broken
And shattered showing that hip hop never mattered to a Stan like you/
As people like me are Mass Appeal, Step in the Arena type of emcees
So ask yourself if you still want wit us right where you stand/

J.T.S.
09-10-2007, 12:42 PM
I came from the spot that rushed
Hold cha face up to the mirror like JA rule
Fuck these fake emcees that all talk about ďI Got MoneyĒ/
When theyíre bright as the sunny side up
When these niggaz get cold in this cold world they blush/
Hold they flow in and think theyíre number #1 like Nelly versus KRS One/
When they sinking thinking they still got sexy ladies
All in debt we can flow on the block or in the studio or the sweat shop/
I chop beats wit my flows that donít even need to be repeated
I defeat cha then delete cha how about cha read cha rhymes
And Iíll let you decide which gamble you wanna take/
Iím like The Borg I donít break I assimilate knowledge like college
Enforce my wreckages text messaging my verses to be typed n written/
How much weed cha hitting if you ainít even already chipped in
Iím spitting a billion words a minute wit more to come sooner than later/
I crush these flows and make these haters go extinct like the dinosaurs
So if you donít wanna be raw or taken seriously then you can get the Jones/
My flows rattle ya bones down to the electrical currency
You body is producing to encourage ya very movements/
Once Iím inside cha inner space like Martin Short
You better abort cha plan or youíll be lying on the ground/
Grounded and found dead wit cha ice left broken
And shattered showing that hip hop never mattered to a Stan like you/
As people like me are Mass Appeal, Step in the Arena type of emcees
So ask yourself if you still want wit us right where you stand/[/quote]

That was nice yo!


Expand my tactic, panda bear fur on the coat, my quotes rachets/
Spread wings flap spits, opposition hit wit skin eating acid drips/
Grey goose sips, compliments the good life pimp, kids copy the limp/
Walk the righteous road, the negative energy's towed by my console/
Makaveli flow, that Ghost ripped from the cross shit, anti-Hov/
Humping hoes posing as Queens in Erykah Badu clothes/
Ol' mack shooting cee-low, got Goddies for the mob wit genuiwine folds/
Chole-hold like the pigs on Radio Raheem, came up a fight the power teen/
Collage king, emcee's bring the blind darts, and get harped on da scene/
I'm seldom seen slippin', even when walking on ice, blaze wit Christ/
Last night did a bizzare heist, didn't wanna do it/
but my pockets held the price, fast life got me writing my will/
Lifting anvils, ice snatching rapper, that's why my hands chill/

Alesco
09-10-2007, 02:21 PM
best thread on this site yet. much respect kid!

Short n to tha point that a be kickin, just like when a waz lickin ya sisters button/
She was screamin and cummin like tha ocean waves crashin on tha rocks under ma cock
which she waz rubbin while she be gaspin for air, cuz a be givin her some rare pussy care
which aint fair cuz she be nice with her legs in tha fuckin air but like a said yo its rare for this girl cuz she aint neva had it like this before, like a night mare but the pare o tittys be jumpin like jack frost, keepin tha funk on her pussy wi ma mutha fuckin cock
she loves it yo, she wants it yo, she got it yo. Ahh fuck it she a hoe.

Just thought a would join in to this thread. yo thanks to tha kid who started this thread.
it waz clever and very well much respect!

peace

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-11-2007, 05:57 PM
That was nice yo!


Expand my tactic, panda bear fur on the coat, my quotes rachets/
Spread wings flap spits, opposition hit wit skin eating acid drips/
Grey goose sips, compliments the good life pimp, kids copy the limp/
Walk the righteous road, the negative energy's towed by my console/
Makaveli flow, that Ghost ripped from the cross shit, anti-Hov/
Humping hoes posing as Queens in Erykah Badu clothes/
Ol' mack shooting cee-low, got Goddies for the mob wit genuiwine folds/
Chole-hold like the pigs on Radio Raheem, came up a fight the power teen/
Collage king, emcee's bring the blind darts, and get harped on da scene/
I'm seldom seen slippin', even when walking on ice, blaze wit Christ/
Last night did a bizzare heist, didn't wanna do it/
but my pockets held the price, fast life got me writing my will/
Lifting anvils, ice snatching rapper, that's why my hands chill/


You donít got no swagger
To badger a real lyricist to even be considered the best damn period/
I donít rest easy I spit it greasy holler back if you hear me
Standing still like the statue of liberty so you picture me rolling/
But I ainít gangster, I ainít even what you would call a wanksta
Iím lyrical hologram bringing more knowledge than a massacre/
Drastically youíre past tense like the end of each sentence
So when I etch the flow in stone youíll sketch the mold/
Donít become real unprofessional
Just because you ainít gonna hit the threshold/
God cracked the mold when he made me
Iíve been dedicated to hip hop since my own inception/
Conception intercepting passes from the likes of Payton Manning
Now Iím standing tall breaking tackles
Wit flows thatís unlocked like shackles/
Now when my voice crackles I drink agua lyrically yall soda pop
You just sizzle for a bit and then flop it donít even rock/
Aye Yo DJ let that beat drop so when the needle hit
I come wit a flow thatís fully equipped like a F-16 fighter jet/
Whether Iím right or next you better protect cha neck
Cuz Iím fixing to disconnect ya signal like NYNEX/

J.T.S.
09-15-2007, 11:13 AM
best thread on this site yet. much respect kid!

Short n to tha point that a be kickin, just like when a waz lickin ya sisters button/
She was screamin and cummin like tha ocean waves crashin on tha rocks under ma cock
which she waz rubbin while she be gaspin for air, cuz a be givin her some rare pussy care
which aint fair cuz she be nice with her legs in tha fuckin air but like a said yo its rare for this girl cuz she aint neva had it like this before, like a night mare but the pare o tittys be jumpin like jack frost, keepin tha funk on her pussy wi ma mutha fuckin cock
she loves it yo, she wants it yo, she got it yo. Ahh fuck it she a hoe.

Just thought a would join in to this thread. yo thanks to tha kid who started this thread.
it waz clever and very well much respect!

peace


Yo thanks for the love A it means alot peace.

J.T.S.
09-15-2007, 11:21 AM
Steady bombing....so if ya'll want retrospect for life listen to Common
Savage sharp-shooters ..i'm stong arming.. my lady like Electra looking like Carmen..
Snap the bones in ya arm men..ur charmen soft shitty raps aren't charming..
Fallen from stallin'....shot-up..and crawling..
Squad in the hall...hauling bodies in trashbags..the time morning...
The treachery i was enjoying.. giving Scotty tissue.. to ya fam mourning..
Storm-in..doors..kick em in like Swat..wit firearms drawing..
Seeds born-in..crazy times.. so abortions happen half the time..
When ya peeps ask why your not walking..tell em if was J.T.S. that snapped ya spine out of line..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-15-2007, 01:55 PM
Steady bombing....so if ya'll want retrospect for life listen to Common
Savage sharp-shooters ..i'm stong arming.. my lady like Electra looking like Carmen..
Snap the bones in ya arm men..ur charmen soft shitty raps aren't charming..
Fallen from stallin'....shot-up..and crawling..
Squad in the hall...hauling bodies in trashbags..the time morning...
The treachery i was enjoying.. giving Scotty tissue.. to ya fam mourning..
Storm-in..doors..kick em in like Swat..wit firearms drawing..
Seeds born-in..crazy times.. so abortions happen half the time..
When ya peeps ask why your not walking..tell em if was J.T.S. that snapped ya spine out of line..


Yo JTS niceness man, everybody is killing this thread this thread almost rivals the shadowboxing dojo threaads peace too everyone killing it in here



Donít piss on me I ainít David Chappelle
I ainít R. Kelly Iím lyrically Celly Cell/
Bringing you all to my hell where I dwell
So fuck it if you failed one of my classes/
Iím the bastard lyricist that cha all hated on like I ainít the best
Didnít even wanna take me serious like Kanye West/
Now I had to persist and keep spitting those legit lyrics
Coming correct on every track making it more spectacular than the last/
Iím trying to go from the forums to the decorumís
Now thatís horrid coming from a place where emcees are the nicest/
Even in the situation I am in weíre still in a Gangster Loveís Crisis
How righteous is that despite cha dislikes I still got more drama/
I went to ask for advice I had various choices make a phone call
To the nearest talk show (nope), do some drugs and soak in my own pain/
Nope so I went to the family gave me a handy me down laundry list
Spit my wig gave the gist of what I was going through/
Mama had to ramble on; pops was steady consistent wit the knowledge
So I dug through my favorite records and began researching/
Once I returned to the booth I began to write the truth
Viewed it as I had the engineer rewind the tape and
It played back like memories constructed on a DVD/

J.T.S.
09-15-2007, 07:07 PM
Donít piss on me I ainít David Chappelle
I ainít R. Kelly Iím lyrically Celly Cell/
Bringing you all to my hell where I dwell
So fuck it if you failed one of my classes/
Iím the bastard lyricist that cha all hated on like I ainít the best
Didnít even wanna take me serious like Kanye West/
Now I had to persist and keep spitting those legit lyrics
Coming correct on every track making it more spectacular than the last/
Iím trying to go from the forums to the decorumís
Now thatís horrid coming from a place where emcees are the nicest/
Even in the situation I am in weíre still in a Gangster Loveís Crisis
How righteous is that despite cha dislikes I still got more drama/
I went to ask for advice I had various choices make a phone call
To the nearest talk show (nope), do some drugs and soak in my own pain/
Nope so I went to the family gave me a handy me down laundry list
Spit my wig gave the gist of what I was going through/
Mama had to ramble on; pops was steady consistent wit the knowledge
So I dug through my favorite records and began researching/
Once I returned to the booth I began to write the truth
Viewed it as I had the engineer rewind the tape and
It played back like memories constructed on a DVD/[/QUOTE]



Orchestrated chops..blood symphony shots..Louis took my logic..
Naive native king..pulling strings melodic..
Mental planes chartered..by society regarded as outkasts..
My wrath lasts til babylon burn..to my firm blunts i pass..
No job slob..stacking stacks.. of tax-free cash..
Feds itching to scratch me like a rash..
Black trash...alcoholic like Tash..
Haters can kiss my ass after i pass gas..
Global trash spreading fast..the authors are sub-dued..
Super-nova tunes penned.. in a interragation room..
Super-sonic boom... goodtimes of the j.j. dynamite..
ladies on my wood like termites..
My eternal spits tight like 10 year dikes..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-15-2007, 09:40 PM
Orchestrated chops..blood symphony shots..Louis took my logic..
Naive native king..pulling strings melodic..
Mental planes chartered..by society regarded as outkasts..
My wrath lasts til babylon burn..to my firm blunts i pass..
No job slob..stacking stacks.. of tax-free cash..
Feds itching to scratch me like a rash..
Black trash...alcoholic like Tash..
Haters can kiss my ass after i pass gas..
Global trash spreading fast..the authors are sub-dued..
Super-nova tunes penned.. in a interragation room..
Super-sonic boom... goodtimes of the j.j. dynamite..
ladies on my wood like termites..
My eternal spits tight like 10 year dikes..

I wreck havoc on you fatally flawed emcees
Wit no desire to help you I just see I in everything/
Now Iím winning just like 50 Cent but I got my shit in cement
Ink in my pen sooner or later Iíll end it quick and painless/
Lyrically itís shameless to steady a path direct to me
After the math comes the laughter then comes the tears/
Donít plagiarize my lines I got viruses of all kind
No software will protect cha against my kind of hardware/
Whether youíre scientifically inclined Iím a mine of diamonds and gold
So donít try and grow me in ya average seeds I feed off needs/
Read my palms youíll see my arms barring all
Itís nothing but an after thought come at me youíll get caught/
You ainít peeping my signs like Belichick on the sidelines
I keep mine shut until its prime time, show time, go time/
I grow mines in my mind cultivate my rhymes like plants in a pot
Wait until its mature then plunk it for distribution/
Lyrically Iím refusing you like life after death
I donít do double discs cuz itís just too big/
Until the end of time, Iím on my grind like a solider
Whether Iím stone cold or you consider me sober/
Iím the Freddy Kruger of you losers so fuck you too
I was viewed as a serial killerÖÖÖÖ../
But when I kill in cereal is that still considered murder or
Just too much material to stiff through/

J.T.S.
09-17-2007, 01:03 PM
My novels are graphic got other writers blocked stuck in traffic..
Take Angelina from Brad quick, ladies love me fuck Mr. Smith..
Got more scripts than Cali got crips, and devil slave masters had whips..
Step back before i flip.. bust ya lips..on some poolballs swinging in a sock shit..
Karate chop cliques..watch their nerves freeze..paralize em like C. reeves..
Emcee's move in the wind.. i call em' sea breeze..they winan like CeCe..
Off the wall grimey flow..so low.. i catch wreck solo..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-19-2007, 09:09 PM
My novels are graphic got other writers blocked stuck in traffic..
Take Angelina from Brad quick, ladies love me fuck Mr. Smith..
Got more scripts than Cali got crips, and devil slave masters had whips..
Step back before i flip.. bust ya lips..on some poolballs swinging in a sock shit..
Karate chop cliques..watch their nerves freeze..paralize em like C. reeves..
Emcee's move in the wind.. i call em' sea breeze..they winan like CeCe..
Off the wall grimey flow..so low.. i catch wreck solo..

Flip them widgets I want them digits
Skip the digital give me that mass appeal analog/
Lyrical arsenal spark ya articles write cha bars
Showing eím I can still get nautical wit my nature/
Evade cha like the military regime call me a military machine
Howís cha wisdom when you ainít gain no attention/
Even if Iíve been apprehended
My lyrics will never stop being penned/
Before I die and go to heaven, to see my ending
I want my lyrics to become my weapon of mass destruction/
Iím uplifted and gifted when Iím gear shifting
Spit it wicked cuz Iím sick wit it/
Hold cha horses, put cha tracks on pauses
When ya hear me spit run to the store and get my shit/
Now you got Tech grinding spit out cha spine and
When ya hear ya body tingling migrate to the box
And pump up the volume/
Hear the crowd howling n wolfing
Now we scraping ready to feast/
Iím the under thirty gunner
Hold the weight solider
Flow wit cha brothers/
Leave you wanna beís running for cover
When thunder and lighting coming for ya/

J.T.S.
09-23-2007, 03:03 PM
Flip them widgets I want them digits
Skip the digital give me that mass appeal analog/
Lyrical arsenal spark ya articles write cha bars
Showing eím I can still get nautical wit my nature/
Evade cha like the military regime call me a military machine
Howís cha wisdom when you ainít gain no attention/
Even if Iíve been apprehended
My lyrics will never stop being penned/
Before I die and go to heaven, to see my ending
I want my lyrics to become my weapon of mass destruction/
Iím uplifted and gifted when Iím gear shifting
Spit it wicked cuz Iím sick wit it/
Hold cha horses, put cha tracks on pauses
When ya hear me spit run to the store and get my shit/
Now you got Tech grinding spit out cha spine and
When ya hear ya body tingling migrate to the box
And pump up the volume/
Hear the crowd howling n wolfing
Now we scraping ready to feast/
Iím the under thirty gunner
Hold the weight solider
Flow wit cha brothers/
Leave you wanna beís running for cover
When thunder and lighting coming for ya/



Her heritage was a village for the starving kids..
She labeled me a shogun trapped in showbiz..
then i was living single wit no wiz..
1 bedroom apartment wit no fridge..
We used to split 20 dollar bills down the middle..
Music was my love, a thug puzzled by the riddle..
Would kick flows since i was little..
But for a while the streets got 2 me..
Carrying an semi- auto, in the lab writing my auto-biography..
Far from me she stayed, by the gangsters she was praised..
Hood raised, wild child type..churches couldn't save..
Purse phat from drug-plays..Baby phat tights exposing her waist..
What a waste trying to hollar.. her motto was chasing dollars..
materialistic statistic..only clothes she wore Gucci, and Prada..
Devil got her in a blue dress..know she's an enemy of the dark-man..
A new world order slave, enslaved to degrade herself at any given chance..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-23-2007, 11:34 PM
Her heritage was a village for the starving kids..
She labeled me a shogun trapped in showbiz..
then i was living single wit no wiz..
1 bedroom apartment wit no fridge..
We used to split 20 dollar bills down the middle..
Music was my love, a thug puzzled by the riddle..
Would kick flows since i was little..
But for a while the streets got 2 me..
Carrying an semi- auto, in the lab writing my auto-biography..
Far from me she stayed, by the gangsters she was praised..
Hood raised, wild child type..churches couldn't save..
Purse phat from drug-plays..Baby phat tights exposing her waist..
What a waste trying to hollar.. her motto was chasing dollars..
materialistic statistic..only clothes she wore Gucci, and Prada..
Devil got her in a blue dress..know she's an enemy of the dark-man..
A new world order slave, enslaved to degrade herself at any given chance..


Give ya gimmicks, make ya shimmy, shimmy ya
My flow got ya woo hahÖ..gotcha all in check
When I bust a rhyme like Iím an old dirty bastard/
What the fuck ya gonna do when I break ya neck
Giving you lines galore showing you the deplore of the lord of the warlords/
Hold cha card, face down my flow is jumping jack flash
Coming more compact than a mini disc, can you spit wit this/
Hit cha harder than a belt sander
When I put a camera on ya/
My flow stomps throw ya town
Blow all you emcees down like straw houses/
While mines is placed on the mountain
Iím running the game like Terrell Owens
So I suggest you just take a time out/
Now ya knowing, how I am going
So donít go showing off like you ainít knowing/
When Iím blowing flows like hurricanes
Itís just a damn shame itís all in the game/
When I write writs in the game take more names on
Itís game on like PS3 and XBOX 360
Ask ya self can you rip wit me/

J.T.S.
09-24-2007, 02:58 PM
Streetlife merchant put work in, once i heard "bells of war"..
hit the bank slid a note to the teller, the money she said "it's yours"..
2 years later me and the fam "reunited" for another score..
I had "visionz" of bags filled wit cake, shaking jake 4 "heaven's sake"..
Picked up "Maria" and we counted the cash at the hide-out by the lake..
in front of the lab police staked, but they didn't 'triumph"..
An "impossible" mission to crush us giants..
"Little Ghetto Boys" dying for the American dream..
"The City" drama got us purchasing steel wit infa red beams..
Supplying fiends from "the projects", the top drug game prospects"..
Plenty of progress, until 2 "older Gods" got robbed in the "M.G.M."..
i got on some "Dog shit", and smoked the assasin in front of gold's gym..
i brought the earth, wind , and fire for a reason, it's "duck Season"
Busting "heaterz" throughout the reigon, leaving leigons bleeding..
Teams we leave em running, sonning them niggas for the "second coming"..
Returned the favor by gunning, hoping "A better tommorow" is coming soon..
"Cash still rules" we hustling til' the sun's replaced by the moon..
The 'Severe punishment" was a bid from January til' June..
In the wreck room writing "deadly melody" after melody..
In the shower i tripped on some "black shampoo', shorty screamed for me..
The "closing" was ugly, i got hit with the shotty as enemies laughed..
I died wit the "hell's wind staff" in my hands grasp..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-27-2007, 02:31 PM
Streetlife merchant put work in, once i heard "bells of war"..
hit the bank slid a note to the teller, the money she said "it's yours"..
2 years later me and the fam "reunited" for another score..
I had "visionz" of bags filled wit cake, shaking jake 4 "heaven's sake"..
Picked up "Maria" and we counted the cash at the hide-out by the lake..
in front of the lab police staked, but they didn't 'triumph"..
An "impossible" mission to crush us giants..
"Little Ghetto Boys" dying for the American dream..
"The City" drama got us purchasing steel wit infa red beams..
Supplying fiends from "the projects", the top drug game prospects"..
Plenty of progress, until 2 "older Gods" got robbed in the "M.G.M."..
i got on some "Dog shit", and smoked the assasin in front of gold's gym..
i brought the earth, wind , and fire for a reason, it's "duck Season"
Busting "heaterz" throughout the reigon, leaving leigons bleeding..
Teams we leave em running, sonning them niggas for the "second coming"..
Returned the favor by gunning, hoping "A better tommorow" is coming soon..
"Cash still rules" we hustling til' the sun's replaced by the moon..
The 'Severe punishment" was a bid from January til' June..
In the wreck room writing "deadly melody" after melody..
In the shower i tripped on some "black shampoo', shorty screamed for me..
The "closing" was ugly, i got hit with the shotty as enemies laughed..
I died wit the "hell's wind staff" in my hands grasp..


Under line blind swine drink wine
Spit lines divine optional decree my spit pees on your knees/
Feel out the ordain lyrically insane taken names
Masked rhyme dropper Egyptian priest less is least unleash the beast within/
Skip the arch bishop my dictionary skillful cut you fairies down to flurries
Bury emcees like nurseryís have eím all fetus and sperm cells/
Dwell in the division of hell know as the 1st stage, numero uno
My flow excels and bashes emcees like Popeye did Bulto/
Whoís rude thou, I got from the likes of Pun, Joe and Joell
Niggaz know why this Queen Bred kid came to Upstate/
Donít debate Iíll leave niggaz shipping out faster than Esselte
Lyrically ya not even considered elite as I donít have to repeat/
Cause you can hardly hearÖI hardly hear ya rhyming something
That ainít simple I can pop you pussys like pussycats/
Donít try the don Iím on every where youíre not on
Youíre a thorn, jagged edges weaponry imbedded/
While you rapping actual crap Iím reporting actual facts
Coming correct exact niggaz donít even ya off the track/
When I attack calmly coming to bomb thee
Ya just another thing my antennary/
So donít get buried like
Mountain made out of mole hill/
Cuz Iím so skilled to cut cha down
And take ya crown, & throw it in the crowd/

bad boy T
10-02-2007, 10:22 AM
J.T.S. dope freestyle son

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
10-02-2007, 11:09 AM
Spit cha maddest, baddest, saddest lines
I’m gotta go back them good old’ days
Like Gladys Knight and The Pips now are you ready to rip/
Flip bars like monkeys I dump you phony’s like memory
Now we’re back to dubbing beats on cassette tapes/
Fuck the digital technology it’s too complex for some
Well hung doorbell rung we will
Now commence wit skills that speak and sell/
Grip those gripes my rhymes are ripe as pears to a females delight
Rhyme it tight as vagina don’t mind ya how we grind cha/
I like e’m round and brown, I like e’m thick, I like e’m wit big ol’ tits
So spit it hard when I’m down in Miami, Florida/
Checking out honeys that be on the beach
And they’re not snow cone bunnies/

J.T.S.
10-09-2007, 05:19 PM
Spit cha maddest, baddest, saddest lines
Iím gotta go back them good oldí days
Like Gladys Knight and The Pips now are you ready to rip/
Flip bars like monkeys I dump you phonyís like memory
Now weíre back to dubbing beats on cassette tapes/
Fuck the digital technology itís too complex for some
Well hung doorbell rung we will
Now commence wit skills that speak and sell/
Grip those gripes my rhymes are ripe as pears to a females delight
Rhyme it tight as vagina donít mind ya how we grind cha/
I like eím round and brown, I like eím thick, I like eím wit big olí tits
So spit it hard when Iím down in Miami, Florida/
Checking out honeys that be on the beach
And theyíre not snow cone bunnies/

"Trust" the "eyes of a disciple" "tommorow" the "G-o-d" gets trifle..
"Hellrazors" leave rivals in a "pool of blood", i take off on motorcycle..
Here's a rifle shot to leave wigs "severed and split"..
"All fates have changed" battling this "supreme" kid..
"Can't sleep" facing "betrayal" from my fleet..
So it's "divide and conquer" the games double jeopardy..
even the blind can see the "reign of the lord"..
"porno flick bitches" i bone before war..
"This is for ya'll" "chess king" stars..
"important shit" scripts for warfare..
i'm colorblind so there's no "white nightmare."

J.T.S.
10-10-2007, 12:36 PM
Detect the tech blow..wordplay stronger than a Kanye west flow..
This gunners guns gold..cold hands on pearl handles..
Phantoms get blown to shambles..by the black Rambo..
Wiz is rican..strap beneath the pillow while sleeping..
Mc's leave em leaking..body weakened every weekend..
brazilian freaks i'm freaking..nightime vulture meeting..
Daytime vampire assasin..beatwalker rapping..
Tight coochie passion smashing..rip her backend..
torso broke..my lines coke..impacts dope..
Sick fiend heroine hope..rivals throw em down a slope..
street pope..murder coach..packing toast..
Dose deadly..ready, heavy, lynquistics death strokes..
boast bragging rights..underground like Bin laden's life..
kites written daily as well as scrolls..
slap Bob Dole..fill The Bush families with holes..
Flem glows..i'm old getting blown while on the phone..
save the pretty shit for Tone..got a deranged dome..
bitches sweat me for my big bone..following me home..
So i'm never alone..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
10-12-2007, 02:42 PM
Detect the tech blow..wordplay stronger than a Kanye west flow..
This gunners guns gold..cold hands on pearl handles..
Phantoms get blown to shambles..by the black Rambo..
Wiz is rican..strap beneath the pillow while sleeping..
Mc's leave em leaking..body weakened every weekend..
brazilian freaks i'm freaking..nightime vulture meeting..
Daytime vampire assasin..beatwalker rapping..
Tight coochie passion smashing..rip her backend..
torso broke..my lines coke..impacts dope..
Sick fiend heroine hope..rivals throw em down a slope..
street pope..murder coach..packing toast..
Dose deadly..ready, heavy, lynquistics death strokes..
boast bragging rights..underground like Bin laden's life..
kites written daily as well as scrolls..
slap Bob Dole..fill The Bush families with holes..
Flem glows..i'm old getting blown while on the phone..
save the pretty shit for Tone..got a deranged dome..
bitches sweat me for my big bone..following me home..
So i'm never alone..

Spit cha off kilter I rhyme unfiltered
Spit cha censored shit, look at cha uncle tom, singing for eím
Now youíre just labeled a sell out, sold cha soul to soulless people/
I seen shit through the peep hole, seen cats get robbed
Didnít snitch, pitched a fastball during the game was my ably/
So now I gotta rely on pass on byís how high do I have to be
Just to get by, do I have grow wings and learn to fly/
So I gotta batten down the hatches and proceed to move on
Like its defcon 5 explore every option I close entry points/
Now we got emcees recruited, refusing, flowing abusive
Itís a mixture of lyrics, heart and knowledge
With a pretension that weíre all college graduates/
Who named them ďThe CopsĒ they need to keep theyíre shit shut
And report the news not some un-factual crap weíre calling ďNewsĒ/
Thatís your opinion bitch youíre not ďThe ViewĒ, youíre an opportunist
With a narrow minded view fuck John Gibson and Fox Noise/

SKAMPOE
10-15-2007, 01:40 AM
Skampoes Da Name N I Rhyme Sum Vicious,
Tortureous Methods Like Knealing Niggaz Down On Broken Dishes
Fuckin Bitchez, In Front Of Dey Seedz
Never Done Any Good Deeds, Unless Is Foe Da Fam
Do For My Own Sum Like Uncle Sam

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
10-15-2007, 02:18 PM
Skampoes Da Name N I Rhyme Sum Vicious,
Tortureous Methods Like Knealing Niggaz Down On Broken Dishes
Fuckin Bitchez, In Front Of Dey Seedz
Never Done Any Good Deeds, Unless Is Foe Da Fam
Do For My Own Sum Like Uncle Sam

You can tell ya manz and them, I said it
Yall niggaz ainít even graduate from the 5th grade/
My spit be aged like fine wine I only get nicer wit time
So if you can see me past ya visor my flow is sharp as a razor/
When I john blaze ya, place ya team in a body bag, I raise you seeds
Breed cha from speeches I recite, unite, fight then divide and conquer/
How you got honor when ya gang affiliated, doing it gang related
Iím eagerly awaiting ya answer so I can radiate cha chumps like cancer/
Ever dance wit the devil in the pail moon light
Itís something I say to all my victimsÖ..
Give eím some similes and metaphors before they go/
Before I dispose ya corpse my flow is resolved when I dissolve ya mob
Leaving lead in ya head like needles and sharps case solved/
I ainít like any Tom, Dick and Harry Iím lyrically more than yall stooges
I refuse lessons, bread wisdom in my own mental cages
Shining brighter than any platinum and gold you made/
Call me plutonium, because the way I radiate and max out my chamber
Call me more relentless by the way I persist and spit it legit/
Flipping flows like a gymnast how you rhyme this wit that
Making out more words climb the bars of pain, and took a new name/
I go by many aliases but nothing more notorious than The Lord of Chaos
By the way I display odds I can rival any remedy
Making it a significant melody in any symphony simply/

J.T.S.
10-25-2007, 04:14 PM
stories of stolen reels near Forest Hills..
The dude who snatched em got hit by a car..par's roadkill..
Bills high his family pimping nieces just to get by..
Kids in project buildings remember him and ask theyr'e mothers why..
Sky fireworks revenge from gunners avenging the turf..
Networks release the product, and the skills are heard in a verse..
Nurses abducted by witchdoctors..drunk off vodka..
Karate kid clashes, damaging school lockers..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
10-29-2007, 09:18 PM
stories of stolen reels near Forest Hills..
The dude who snatched em got hit by a car..par's roadkill..
Bills high his family pimping nieces just to get by..
Kids in project buildings remember him and ask theyr'e mothers why..
Sky fireworks revenge from gunners avenging the turf..
Networks release the product, and the skills are heard in a verse..
Nurses abducted by witchdoctors..drunk off vodka..
Karate kid clashes, damaging school lockers..



Hit cha wit the garbo my flow throws up signs
My hieroglyphics are horrific spitting it so exquisite/
Too legit to spit it fickle sick wit pen axe ya hands off wit my ice sickle
Giving you the webbos my flows are settling like colonies/
Optional actionable intellect coming correct
Fuck the pilgrims, my ancestors died for this land/
Now Iím taking it back to the days of wild ways
We were civilized before civilization arrived/
Derive ya own definition wit extra position
Putting rhymes on pause while I whip out the gouge pads/
Soak ya wounds, I got a platoon of goons
Ready to stitch cha up like cartoons/

J.T.S.
10-30-2007, 10:14 AM
Hit cha wit the garbo my flow throws up signs
My hieroglyphics are horrific spitting it so exquisite/
Too legit to spit it fickle sick wit pen axe ya hands off wit my ice sickle
Giving you the webbos my flows are settling like colonies/
Optional actionable intellect coming correct
Fuck the pilgrims, my ancestors died for this land/
Now Iím taking it back to the days of wild ways
We were civilized before civilization arrived/
Derive ya own definition wit extra position
Putting rhymes on pause while I whip out the gouge pads/
Soak ya wounds, I got a platoon of goons
Ready to stitch cha up like cartoons/

Harpoon the whale through it's blubber, after we smoke-out in lagoons
In real life my platoons like that movie platoon
We bring doom to docs in hospital rooms
Patience is short, explosive like water balloons
Came up without the silver spoon, 4 kids crammed in one room
sharing two beds, when food stamps were gone
we'd beg for milk, and bread
Me i was a live wire head, hotcar re-wiring
Blunt firing, freestyling knucklehead while showering
towering over the others, apple of the eye of my mother
Gotta big fam 4 sisters and 3 brothers
One doing life behind bars, the other a well known star
I won't mention, like Tracy chapman i got a job in the city he got a fast car
I guess it's money over blood, still fate we can't escape
My genes are dominant that's why i dominate

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
10-30-2007, 10:50 PM
Harpoon the whale through it's blubber, after we smoke-out in lagoons
In real life my platoons like that movie platoon
We bring doom to docs in hospital rooms
Patience is short, explosive like water balloons
Came up without the silver spoon, 4 kids crammed in one room
sharing two beds, when food stamps were gone
we'd beg for milk, and bread
Me i was a live wire head, hotcar re-wiring
Blunt firing, freestyling knucklehead while showering
towering over the others, apple of the eye of my mother
Gotta big fam 4 sisters and 3 brothers
One doing life behind bars, the other a well known star
I won't mention, like Tracy chapman i got a job in the city he got a fast car
I guess it's money over blood, still fate we can't escape
My genes are dominant that's why i dominate

i see we got some fire going on here

You donít got the swag
To flip-mode on this emcee/
I run charades on ya game play
Leave you in more disarray than a celebrity court case/
Face facts my mind reacts like twin AMD athlon chips
You can spit cha lyrics in brail, I still translate eím
And throw ya on the third rail like Fat Joeís character in ďPrison SongĒ/
You wonít even last half as long on the mic
Iím half as strong, half as hard, half as sick/
You canít out think a think tank of the brink of insanity
Making yall out to be the biggest calamity rap has ever seen/
Donít try and squeeze me Iím a beat nut spitting so vibrant
Iíll make the best producer on the mic rise from the dead/
Occasionally ya lyrical but I can spit a miracle equaling a gift from Christ
How nice am I when I recite a rhyme showing you I got more than spine/
Rip ya so fine youíll be a microbe in ya prime
So what your divine intervention mine is introspection/
Interconnection check the name for further referencing
Now do I gotta dispense more logic to get cha outta ya seat
And into a good book or is that too harsh for diss or a hook/

J.T.S.
10-31-2007, 09:19 AM
i see we got some fire going on here

You donít got the swag
To flip-mode on this emcee/
I run charades on ya game play
Leave you in more disarray than a celebrity court case/
Face facts my mind reacts like twin AMD athlon chips
You can spit cha lyrics in brail, I still translate eím
And throw ya on the third rail like Fat Joeís character in ďPrison SongĒ/
You wonít even last half as long on the mic
Iím half as strong, half as hard, half as sick/
You canít out think a think tank of the brink of insanity
Making yall out to be the biggest calamity rap has ever seen/
Donít try and squeeze me Iím a beat nut spitting so vibrant
Iíll make the best producer on the mic rise from the dead/
Occasionally ya lyrical but I can spit a miracle equaling a gift from Christ
How nice am I when I recite a rhyme showing you I got more than spine/
Rip ya so fine youíll be a microbe in ya prime
So what your divine intervention mine is introspection/
Interconnection check the name for further referencing
Now do I gotta dispense more logic to get cha outta ya seat
And into a good book or is that too harsh for diss or a hook/

Told shorty he needs to read a book instead of being a crook..
He pulled out a fistful of dead prez, and said "fool look"..
I said you getting blood money soon ya days won't be sunny..
You'll be stuck in the belly hungry, wit teary eyes, and ya nose runny..
More to life than money, nice clothes, and gold-digger honies..
You don't gotta go to church on Sunday, i'm not selling religon..
But little man you don't wanna reap the causlties of foul living..
He wouldn't give in, too intriqued by how the guns spitting..
And how much pussy he's getting, another victim of the fast life sympton..
When he was a baby i would lift em up, know he's a young buck running a muck..
Caught out there dirty wit the beasts roughing him up, shackled, and cuffed..
Did a 3 year bid for possession, his pockets felt the recession..
Didn't leak shit during the police confession..
Free on personal recognicance he learned his lesson..
But that bitch life said don't you forget me, he caught a bad one..
In a out of town slum by some dude busting a smif n' wessun..

To some fun is being troublesome, living life on the run..
Picture a lady, she was shady 3 months pregnant with my baby..
My ol' earth saying no way he's the father, shouldv'e strapped up..
Dna test came back negative, time to react(what!)..
Time for her to face the music, ran in to her time to lose it..
She tried to speak, as i cursed her out, to me it was amusing..
She crying head down, as i dissed her with half the neighborhood around..
Allies giving me pounds, she ran frantically screaming..
Seen her the next evening outside the clinic beefing..
With some chics creeping they rushed her caught her sleeping..
Luckily i leaped in, one had a razor ready to slash her..
She thanked me happily, i had one question to ask her..
Why you play me like a sucker? I can never again trust ya..
She looked me in my eyes and said what i did was wrong
but deep down i love ya, so i hugged her tightly..
Walked her home politely, as it began to rain lightly..
She said James i know you like me cause you still write me..
Were at her front door, i'm holding her tempted to know what i'm in for..
But something hit me, i didn't need the drama no more..
Gave her a hug, then grabbed some dutchess at the liquior store..
we never talked again , i left town came back know the baby's four..
One day i seen the baby with some dude who said he was the father..
Asked him where's the mother, and he said she's dead some girl shot her..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-01-2007, 06:43 PM
I warned cha plenty of times
Not to dare and test, now you brought the beast back/
The Entourage Killah is back so if ya wanna go out the game quick
You can gamble and bet cha life away or come up short like two sixes/
Don’t flow against this, don’t spit against this
I’m indefinite like a presidential election
I’m the technical you’re a little less mechanical/
Spit cha flow claiming ya growing like garden
I come through wit pesticides and spray you guys
Leave ya dead on site, like America’s most wanted/
Don’t get me started I sparked it like cavemen made flames
Take your dames, break you lames in like new sneakers/
If yall trip up and get my timbs scuffed I’ll have to soak yall
Then electrocute cha in the chair, oops they’re goes all ya hair/
Oops there goes ya stare, oops I think he’s dead and suffered a heart attack
This is all comedy too me I’m like “Jigsaw” in the “Saw” Movies/
Yall can’t screw me; I got more loose screws than an automobile
Spit cha heat, you can rewind me like a movie reel and view it sequencally/

J.T.S.
11-06-2007, 03:03 PM
I can speak but people around me
don't seem to understand my words..
They just pick me up and feed me the bottle..
sometimes i cry being disturbed..
Pa has a nerve to say i'm not his
..around me puffing herb..
Glad he's out of my life,
he can't change my pampers
or hold me right..
Crying at night for my beloved mothers attention..
She's there whenever i call her,
she's my dependent..
All these strange people
extending me their hands..
When i was old enough to walk..i ran..
Can't wait to grow up,
sick of being called little man..
Heard my parents argue didn't understand..
pa said i wouldv'e never existed
if it wasn't for the popped trojan..
Ma broke down like a car out of gas
then stole em..
His jaw he was holding,
as his fists hit her dome then she fell..
Scared i started to wail,
and pa started to yell..
Ma never moved again..
after i saw all this red stuff come from her mouth she was coughing..
Know he's gone too and my new name is orphan..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-06-2007, 07:50 PM
Snatch cha mind off the meat rack
I come equipped to pack heat/
Invasion body snatch cha wit the beat
Mistreat cha mind call me sort of elite/
Reap what cha sew my flow got gold linen though
Hold cha rope speak truth in the booth/
I speak from feelings, heart and prospective
Written correctly connectively we serve you electively/
Spit cha shit so selectively I rep my team
Whether cash, cream we wolves while yall are sheep/
I peeped cha eyes divided minds by conquering yall
They’re doing Oscar worthy performances
On yall brainwashed dummies/
It’s so sad it made me that more hungry
So I got in the booth to make more rabid music/
Killing you pussy’s like The Sopranos call me “The Rap commando”
The “Black” Rambo, the “Black” Punisher aka the lyrical executioner/
Putting hits on you stupid rap abusers
Using it like a trend or a gimmick/
Thinking you’re what the culture is,
I’ve seen this wit Diddy don’t try n kid me/
You ain’t pushing the limits
You’re setting black people back 10 years/
How about we speak on terms you can endear
While my flows run up on ya rear
And kills you like grizzly bear/

J.T.S.
11-08-2007, 01:38 PM
Eternal reflections of past vets trimmed like shags
Drunken with Amy in the Winehouse, i'm not going to rehab
Skin pinched by crabs, i'm not letting em seafood
I'm shore as the shells in the sand, this mans harder than horse hooves
Fools asking can-i-bus, catch second round k.o.'s in duels
I'm loved by crips cause i put blood in pools
My bar stools, catch shots, from this needle fiend fuse
your sessions lack class, that's why the scrooge got schooled
If youv'e got nothing what can you lose?
Knowledge is gained, degrees flammable like propane
Giving pro's pain, i'm breaking muggs of dj's insane in the membrane
Let's b-real, go sen ya dogs to get flamed by the soul assasin
Straight up menace, Mc's get eiht in a orderly fashion
Blackout this man's methods mashing, and smashing
I'm ultramagnetic emcee's know i make it happen
Beatdowns are critical for critics, criticizing my rapping
all eyez on me, a thug never losing the passion for skull bashing
Mos def i'm black on both sides
the new danger leaving cities terrorified
see J in the hood looking out for d's on the block
Red shirt on the man gone wild like Funk Doctor Spock
A hustler that's smooth speaking broken language
with glocks on cock, a gambler with a trigga holding knots
Rushing spots, colder than ice cubes when i kill at will
take the milk out ya bones if you don't keep it real
So stop, looking, and listen as i break lytes of mc's
Dj's want the premeir tracks i craft rapidly
the guru teaching crews, a daily operation
Haters catch a twista, a overnight celebrity in the making

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-09-2007, 12:34 AM
Eternal reflections of past vets trimmed like shags
Drunken with Amy in the Winehouse, i'm not going to rehab
Skin pinched by crabs, i'm not letting em seafood
I'm shore as the shells in the sand, this mans harder than horse hooves
Fools asking can-i-bus, catch second round k.o.'s in duels
I'm loved by crips cause i put blood in pools
My bar stools, catch shots, from this needle fiend fuse
your sessions lack class, that's why the scrooge got schooled
If youv'e got nothing what can you lose?
Knowledge is gained, degrees flammable like propane
Giving pro's pain, i'm breaking muggs of dj's insane in the membrane
Let's b-real, go sen ya dogs to get flamed by the soul assasin
Straight up menace, Mc's get eiht in a orderly fashion
Blackout this man's methods mashing, and smashing
I'm ultramagnetic emcee's know i make it happen
Beatdowns are critical for critics, criticizing my rapping
all eyez on me, a thug never losing the passion for skull bashing
Mos def i'm black on both sides
the new danger leaving cities terrorified
see J in the hood looking out for d's on the block
Red shirt on the man gone wild like Funk Doctor Spock
A hustler that's smooth speaking broken language
with glocks on cock, a gambler with a trigga holding knots
Rushing spots, colder than ice cubes when i kill at will
take the milk out ya bones if you don't keep it real
So stop, looking, and listen as i break lytes of mc's
Dj's want the premeir tracks i craft rapidly
the guru teaching crews, a daily operation
Haters catch a twista, a overnight celebrity in the making

aight tightness man but heres what i got............

Close cap my raps boom bap
Zip zap zam zoom past you analog hoes/
My flows got glow like green digital lettering
Iím editing these beats wit fruity loops pro/
Got my own break beats mixed wit a Casio and Korg instruments
My flow is never bland nor board throwing darts at cha cord/
Cut cha gourd into pieces without delivering my thesis
I preach this, wit skills that featured and remixed/
Hit cha beats wit a hundred-thirty BPM run through these tools
If you choose to skip school youíre just another tool in the shed/
Dead these reds wit more bread than any head
Face the editing or get cha rhetoric corrected/
Iíve been elected interjecting wit weapons intercepting
Festering wit you suckers lounging and pestering/
Now Iím destine to use my flows as weapons
Fuck a Nip-Tuck my flow is goose, goose cluck, cluck/
Who got the gall balder to let their whole larynx shatter?
I rather blow out my vocal cords than to not speak no more/
Run through hordes of emcees wit no vocal capacity
Spit cha game like plastic Iím no toy boy Iím elastic/
Sticky wit dogged darts killing these morbid hearts
Wit fatal sharps through agile works of arts/
Crossword check the Xís my lines is connected fours wit whores
Peel back the tracks like doors are opening now were all scoping/
Wit the soakage my flow is smooth as lotion
Without quoting the dopest I kept my flow the smoothest
Now they asking me to show and prove this, before I loose this/

Bigot Hitman
11-09-2007, 11:47 PM
My crew's got that nigerian warrior skills
Japan technology,try to body me, u spilled
Come thur like we obviously runn'in things
And proabaly sonn'in the four fathers at no oddity
Form ruff like corn husks, worn scuffed wallabees
Stick up a tour bus downtown like nuthin, street pirates
Greek tyrants, word to the miss'in mouths we beat silent
We speek diamonds, we start'in the hardest dialect
We seek crime and, we sparkin the starless sky and yet
We cant' stop it, addiction to a fiction life
See bank profits, the riskless got the vision right
Do what we got to like john cue, keep calm too
Sacrficed like my man with the neon tooth
Even in bent mirrors, son you can see i'm true
No mind trap, i bet a dime sack and my wine rack
NOw buy that, but yo fuck what u did and what u will do
U cheap talk'in, keep walk'in or these knuckles'll steel you
A Night beat down, like poilice in the forty's, challenger
Or fight me now, light yo piece wit the forty, caliber
Monopoly on the power, dictator in a hidieous set
Hands stuck on the hour, in a minute gimme a sec

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-11-2007, 11:44 PM
It’s the Black Eskimo to chastise these rap guys wit frost bitten ways
Egsna on these beats going this way wit the rhyme I display/
When the disc plays I run relays around the targets
Show e’m how hard it has to be to disturb the beast/
I frequently feast on beats make e’m sheik, shake
And bring that boom bap back like we going radioactive on tracks/
Attack attendees remedy the melody edit the metaphors & similes
Smoothly revert these suckers emcees into Vatican style rhymers/
Grind all nighters as writer fired up wit flows that ain’t manufactured
I got cha caught in the rapture and that’s when I attack ya/
Blacked out like the Valentine’s Day massacre after the math
I wrote mines in red ink thinking it’s my blood stain as I bury my pain/

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-14-2007, 09:47 PM
My crew's got that nigerian warrior skills
Japan technology,try to body me, u spilled
Come thur like we obviously runn'in things
And proabaly sonn'in the four fathers at no oddity
Form ruff like corn husks, worn scuffed wallabees
Stick up a tour bus downtown like nuthin, street pirates
Greek tyrants, word to the miss'in mouths we beat silent
We speek diamonds, we start'in the hardest dialect
We seek crime and, we sparkin the starless sky and yet
We cant' stop it, addiction to a fiction life
See bank profits, the riskless got the vision right
Do what we got to like john cue, keep calm too
Sacrficed like my man with the neon tooth
Even in bent mirrors, son you can see i'm true
No mind trap, i bet a dime sack and my wine rack
NOw buy that, but yo fuck what u did and what u will do
U cheap talk'in, keep walk'in or these knuckles'll steel you
A Night beat down, like poilice in the forty's, challenger
Or fight me now, light yo piece wit the forty, caliber
Monopoly on the power, dictator in a hidieous set
Hands stuck on the hour, in a minute gimme a sec

Iím focused daily like Defari and Evidence
Call me the patriarch of the microphone
I rap volumes around you so called emcees/
Deadly, relentless wit my weaponry be effortless
Yall emcees are secondary to me, cuz weíre focused daily/
My flow doesnít have to be legendary
Just to dismay you gay emcees on the daily/
I display lyrics of fury like a microphone fiend
Iím a ace to ya queen, Iím a rook to ya king/
Iím a duff your bishops with my black knights,
Cuz weíre just that tight plus you donít even sound right on the mic/
Thunderous when I take flight itís a fire fight guerrilla warfare
To any who ainít prepared and focused daily/
Iím the remedy, the enemy to emcees deadly, the pro-lyrical virus
Leave you seriously divided cuz Iím infinite like 1 divided by pie/
Donít lie on ya rhymes, I tell the truth serious when Iím in the booth
They call me ďOne Hundred Proof TechĒ check the way I rep my city/
From New Yitty I kill you kitty cats wit liquefied raps so hot
They internally combust and blow up right in your face/

J.T.S.
11-19-2007, 11:26 AM
Thoughts in motion like waves in oceans
roller coasting through coasts, the most fabulous
Miraculous, lord have mercy as i rush
Plus bust shots on the hush
Touch the dutch, gutted and cut
Tell ya connect to duck
or his brains splash
44 forecast, quiet storm clash
Crash venues in half
Give a crip a bloodbath
Head off with the sword
His dome in my hands grasp
Man down cremated to an ash
Verbal beatdowns last for hours
Nose numb from powder
Hands hurting from punching cowards
Take they money, plus respect, and power

Bigot Hitman
11-19-2007, 04:30 PM
Iím focused daily like Defari and Evidence
Call me the patriarch of the microphone
I rap volumes around you so called emcees/
Deadly, relentless wit my weaponry be effortless
Yall emcees are secondary to me, cuz weíre focused daily/
My flow doesnít have to be legendary
Just to dismay you gay emcees on the daily/
I display lyrics of fury like a microphone fiend
Iím a ace to ya queen, Iím a rook to ya king/
Iím a duff your bishops with my black knights,
Cuz weíre just that tight plus you donít even sound right on the mic/
Thunderous when I take flight itís a fire fight guerrilla warfare
To any who ainít prepared and focused daily/
Iím the remedy, the enemy to emcees deadly, the pro-lyrical virus
Leave you seriously divided cuz Iím infinite like 1 divided by pie/
Donít lie on ya rhymes, I tell the truth serious when Iím in the booth
They call me ďOne Hundred Proof TechĒ check the way I rep my city/
From New Yitty I kill you kitty cats wit liquefied raps so hot
They internally combust and blow up right in your face/

This that lava scuba diver, a mercury drink'in pheen
The lead smoke'in addict, never a red soakened tragic
Think'in green on the eve of parrel,
Laugh'in hard and sing'in carrols
I'm see'in barrels of gun powder, u steadily bring in arrows
For a team of the unharolded with mindsets of the narrow
Cavemen heads with nothin to live for but they don't care though
I'm like radio waves from different planets
Give'in birth to conspiracy, scientist can't stand it
Lyrical nervous break down, u.f.o. rhyme scheme sited
A understand'in the human mind can't manage, only copy
Might it be alien lines that bring war behind alien lines
Too advanced glocks be blow'in tanks over the horizon
Even God would be shocked at what he grew from dirt and rocks
I play my king position like chess masters
And never get touched cuz my pawns can't be plastered
They stronger then oppose'in team's queens
With knowledge to out last'em
Heinous poetic crime committ'in, shit'in on law systems
Not a x-factor, the main target remains parted
like light in perfect prisim, he's the hardest, but what's in'em
So u can see why i'm the illest u never heard of
I'm like the second before the first after the third was...

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-22-2007, 12:16 AM
This that lava scuba diver, a mercury drink'in pheen
The lead smoke'in addict, never a red soakened tragic
Think'in green on the eve of parrel,
Laugh'in hard and sing'in carrols
I'm see'in barrels of gun powder, u steadily bring in arrows
For a team of the unharolded with mindsets of the narrow
Cavemen heads with nothin to live for but they don't care though
I'm like radio waves from different planets
Give'in birth to conspiracy, scientist can't stand it
Lyrical nervous break down, u.f.o. rhyme scheme sited
A understand'in the human mind can't manage, only copy
Might it be alien lines that bring war behind alien lines
Too advanced glocks be blow'in tanks over the horizon
Even God would be shocked at what he grew from dirt and rocks
I play my king position like chess masters
And never get touched cuz my pawns can't be plastered
They stronger then oppose'in team's queens
With knowledge to out last'em
Heinous poetic crime committ'in, shit'in on law systems
Not a x-factor, the main target remains parted
like light in perfect prisim, he's the hardest, but what's in'em
So u can see why i'm the illest u never heard of
I'm like the second before the first after the third was...

You can either speak ya mind
Or rhyme about what cha know about/
Cuz me and my flow will never die
I rather walk the plank into a tank of acid
At least Iíll be made over like The Joker/
Oh wait, hold that thought i thought I told cha
Opps you thought cha caught my flow/
Nope Iím on the go showing yall emcees
I know ya schemes, scams, and plans/
Donít think cuz your feeling a little loopy
My lyrics zoom in like binoculars lenses
Leaving most emcees clandestine wit life as a lesson/
You better not speak hatred around these parts
I etch the sketches, draw the arts while pulling apart electronics
Leave emcees on stretchers, benches and disassembled/
Dare and test this lyrical constructor, donít start screaming
Youíve been warned about the horror of the rap game/
Iím the blood stained name, on the court where you be balling at,
Encroach on ya turf, play the roles, leave nothing but scrolls/
Unload my arsenal whether itís marksmanship or basketball
Iím a harass ya in the hall, wit long deep stares
without you seeing the glare/
Dare not Iím hear to rock flows whether itís shares or stock
I pass the rock gimme eím the shares or notÖÖÖÖÖÖ
Before you plummet like the Dow Jones and the NASDAQ/
Blowing up ya spot is a must if I bust then
I jizz all my spits all over the crowd
birth many seeds from the way
I spread knowledge like disease/

Bigot Hitman
11-23-2007, 12:32 PM
You can either speak ya mind
Or rhyme about what cha know about/
Cuz me and my flow will never die
I rather walk the plank into a tank of acid
At least Iíll be made over like The Joker/
Oh wait, hold that thought i thought I told cha
Opps you thought cha caught my flow/
Nope Iím on the go showing yall emcees
I know ya schemes, scams, and plans/
Donít think cuz your feeling a little loopy
My lyrics zoom in like binoculars lenses
Leaving most emcees clandestine wit life as a lesson/
You better not speak hatred around these parts
I etch the sketches, draw the arts while pulling apart electronics
Leave emcees on stretchers, benches and disassembled/
Dare and test this lyrical constructor, donít start screaming
Youíve been warned about the horror of the rap game/
Iím the blood stained name, on the court where you be balling at,
Encroach on ya turf, play the roles, leave nothing but scrolls/
Unload my arsenal whether itís marksmanship or basketball
Iím a harass ya in the hall, wit long deep stares
without you seeing the glare/
Dare not Iím hear to rock flows whether itís shares or stock
I pass the rock gimme eím the shares or notÖÖÖÖÖÖ
Before you plummet like the Dow Jones and the NASDAQ/
Blowing up ya spot is a must if I bust then
I jizz all my spits all over the crowd
birth many seeds from the way
I spread knowledge like disease/

Get the the pawns in motion from centers to coasts
We give it all to the sick and won't consider the dose
Let the eyes roll backwards, phrases is soul hackers
A change of heart with out the surgery, a printless purgery
Gold wrappers symbolize your skills appereance
But inside isa flightless chick abanoded in a clearance
Each line you write goes to the ears of the city cats
Look'in for easy meals meet'in ends with grity raps
You should be enough, i won't have to eat for days
How are you so misguided that you seek a maze?
Your verses is jokes like total equal justice
In a society grown from racist roots an' evil fuckers
So i had to step back like y would you step to me
Like i ain't the slug hitter from the ville jus bet Louie
I'm ready to fire you so i'm hope'in you act up
Weak writers done closed yo eyes now open'em back up

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-24-2007, 10:00 AM
Get the the pawns in motion from centers to coasts
We give it all to the sick and won't consider the dose
Let the eyes roll backwards, phrases is soul hackers
A change of heart with out the surgery, a printless purgery
Gold wrappers symbolize your skills appereance
But inside isa flightless chick abanoded in a clearance
Each line you write goes to the ears of the city cats
Look'in for easy meals meet'in ends with grity raps
You should be enough, i won't have to eat for days
How are you so misguided that you seek a maze?
Your verses is jokes like total equal justice
In a society grown from racist roots an' evil fuckers
So i had to step back like y would you step to me
Like i ain't the slug hitter from the ville jus bet Louie
I'm ready to fire you so i'm hope'in you act up
Weak writers done closed yo eyes now open'em back up

Switch blade guaranteed my flows will make ya tarmac bleed
Read cha lines in morse code took too long to reconfigure yo/
Blow bombs outta oscillate arms catastrophic dons
Mastering charms demonize these broads take eím hard/
Face these lords, fuck there gourds up niggaz wanna tuck shanks
We bank on these solider boys thinking theyíre more than just toys/
I play theses kidís wit more words than anything since ďThe WizĒ
My tricks ainít for kids doing bids
Gamma radiating any emcee wanting a debate/
Face you fakes, take a break listen to those beat breaks
Once we treat those samples wit dusty palm olive oil/
Come coiled up in cocoons baffling you baboons
Wit mushrooms gastric bypass flow fast after you digest it/

Bigot Hitman
11-24-2007, 01:52 PM
Switch blade guaranteed my flows will make ya tarmac bleed
Read cha lines in morse code took too long to reconfigure yo/
Blow bombs outta oscillate arms catastrophic dons
Mastering charms demonize these broads take eím hard/
Face these lords, fuck there gourds up niggaz wanna tuck shanks
We bank on these solider boys thinking theyíre more than just toys/
I play theses kidís wit more words than anything since ďThe WizĒ
My tricks ainít for kids doing bids
Gamma radiating any emcee wanting a debate/
Face you fakes, take a break listen to those beat breaks
Once we treat those samples wit dusty palm olive oil/
Come coiled up in cocoons baffling you baboons
Wit mushrooms gastric bypass flow fast after you digest it/

See now the pot's boil'in, watch ya rep take a dive down
This write'in is easier than bench press'in five pounds
Play'in with your scheme's and flows is cool and all
But the arms of yo lines don't have the strength to pull it off
This ain't like a heaven threat, dare'in hell, nope
Its like some college student tryna teach Derrick Bell so
It doesn't make much sense, for you to try to convince me
That u won't choke at highest stakes like Nowitski
Weigh in yo rhymes, bitch meet me at the see-saw
I'm like the seventy-two Dolphins, i will beat all
Me and mic is rice and montana, moss and brady
Yo mind'll be like the most spoiled kid lost in Haiti

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
11-26-2007, 12:16 PM
See now the pot's boil'in, watch ya rep take a dive down
This write'in is easier than bench press'in five pounds
Play'in with your scheme's and flows is cool and all
But the arms of yo lines don't have the strength to pull it off
This ain't like a heaven threat, dare'in hell, nope
Its like some college student tryna teach Derrick Bell so
It doesn't make much sense, for you to try to convince me
That u won't choke at highest stakes like Nowitski
Weigh in yo rhymes, bitch meet me at the see-saw
I'm like the seventy-two Dolphins, i will beat all
Me and mic is rice and montana, moss and brady
Yo mind'll be like the most spoiled kid lost in Haiti

Iím a speak clearly, I donít think yall sucker emcees
And music listeners donít seem to hear me/
I rather get skull in the back of the suburban
My flow is urban solidified unified by rhymes linked wit lines/
How nice you can shine I blind these people wit lyrics that star bright
Fire fight mighty might rhyme highlights off of ďSportscenterĒ/
Dare if you wanna end cha career I donít need to cop DeBeers
Itís the cannon you fear, face the Tech aka the idol of your death
Iíll end cha life quick like a bounced check killed cha finances/
Etch a sketch these flows on the tablet PCís seeing if yall can see
Me at the podium like Malcolm X before he got shot by his own kind/
I can rewind a tape in the mind flash back to the Regan Era
Yall niggaz was babies and still getting breast fed by mamas/
I come wit karma, ready to bring the drama, take a lick
And keep on ticking when I spitting whether it be a free style or written/
Twice bitten, once written now yall emcees are kittens yet to be cats
I adapt to this kind of rap and do it better than yall ever could do it/
Whether it be down south screw music or pump up ya fist, beat cha ass
East coast slam dance music, Iím coming to knock down the doors
And give it too eím raw like Old Dirty Bastard yall/

J.T.S.
11-27-2007, 02:22 PM
Iím a speak clearly, I donít think yall sucker emcees
And music listeners donít seem to hear me/
I rather get skull in the back of the suburban
My flow is urban solidified unified by rhymes linked wit lines/
How nice you can shine I blind these people wit lyrics that star bright
Fire fight mighty might rhyme highlights off of ďSportscenterĒ/
Dare if you wanna end cha career I donít need to cop DeBeers
Itís the cannon you fear, face the Tech aka the idol of your death
Iíll end cha life quick like a bounced check killed cha finances/
Etch a sketch these flows on the tablet PCís seeing if yall can see
Me at the podium like Malcolm X before he got shot by his own kind/
I can rewind a tape in the mind flash back to the Regan Era
Yall niggaz was babies and still getting breast fed by mamas/
I come wit karma, ready to bring the drama, take a lick
And keep on ticking when I spitting whether it be a free style or written/
Twice bitten, once written now yall emcees are kittens yet to be cats
I adapt to this kind of rap and do it better than yall ever could do it/
Whether it be down south screw music or pump up ya fist, beat cha ass
East coast slam dance music, Iím coming to knock down the doors
And give it too eím raw like Old Dirty Bastard yall/


Once i step in the place, put the tech in ya face..
Nooses for the snakes, guess i'm a living disgrace..
Chase badboys out the hood, like Dipset did Mase..
Facts of life you break, get tortured, then erased..
No trace of evidence, but the motive is evident..
while your moneys spent, mines locked in a safe..
Don't get it twisted like a shoelace, i move weight..
so much my pockets obiest, still got clean slates..
Doing broadylight hits in buildings, watch the beams break..
Snatch ya cake, and icing, frames i'm slicing, and dicing..
Hoes can get it, but whores i'm not wifing..
I'm nasty like i took a shit without wiping..
Record songs without writing, i piss lightning..
slug in your rectum, too pretty for fighting..
sniping blade holders, 24/7 heavenly flow-er..
Peace lord, the chaos is chaotic, i breathe slower..
Disciplined like a tai-chi master,
speed too rapid for camcorders to capture..

Bigot Hitman
11-27-2007, 06:00 PM
Iím a speak clearly, I donít think yall sucker emcees
And music listeners donít seem to hear me/
I rather get skull in the back of the suburban
My flow is urban solidified unified by rhymes linked wit lines/
How nice you can shine I blind these people wit lyrics that star bright
Fire fight mighty might rhyme highlights off of ďSportscenterĒ/
Dare if you wanna end cha career I donít need to cop DeBeers
Itís the cannon you fear, face the Tech aka the idol of your death
Iíll end cha life quick like a bounced check killed cha finances/
Etch a sketch these flows on the tablet PCís seeing if yall can see
Me at the podium like Malcolm X before he got shot by his own kind/
I can rewind a tape in the mind flash back to the Regan Era
Yall niggaz was babies and still getting breast fed by mamas/
I come wit karma, ready to bring the drama, take a lick
And keep on ticking when I spitting whether it be a free style or written/
Twice bitten, once written now yall emcees are kittens yet to be cats
I adapt to this kind of rap and do it better than yall ever could do it/
Whether it be down south screw music or pump up ya fist, beat cha ass
East coast slam dance music, Iím coming to knock down the doors
And give it too eím raw like Old Dirty Bastard yall/

Out limped the Sheep after the lone wolf attack
Walk'in on three legs with his nappy wool soaked red
Beat'in and battered he's easy pick'ins
Already the middle of the end,
I say it won't be a need for season tickets
Your 2 short like "L-B'in" while i'm M-C'in
For every half of twenty i faced i been see'in ten flee'in
And you stepp'in in that same bear trap deep in the brush
Face'in me is like death row trials...pleadin's a must
Your better off swimm'in with sharks bleed'in ya blood
Cuz that's a quick death, this slow like ya sink'in in mud
I keep my flow tight like a piss stream, u sprinkler spitt'in
In this dog fight my pits is hungry so, quit bring'in kittens

J.T.S.
12-03-2007, 01:02 PM
Making money on the run with a honey, and a biscuit
A misfit, crew carring blue steel like we were crips kid
My uncle locked upstate for a murder, damn i mis em
Little brothers different, a bookworm, intellectually gifted
He'a afraid of the streets, so i handle his beef

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-03-2007, 01:02 PM
Out limped the Sheep after the lone wolf attack
Walk'in on three legs with his nappy wool soaked red
Beat'in and battered he's easy pick'ins
Already the middle of the end,
I say it won't be a need for season tickets
Your 2 short like "L-B'in" while i'm M-C'in
For every half of twenty i faced i been see'in ten flee'in
And you stepp'in in that same bear trap deep in the brush
Face'in me is like death row trials...pleadin's a must
Your better off swimm'in with sharks bleed'in ya blood
Cuz that's a quick death, this slow like ya sink'in in mud
I keep my flow tight like a piss stream, u sprinkler spitt'in
In this dog fight my pits is hungry so, quit bring'in kittens

Once i step in the place, put the tech in ya face..
Nooses for the snakes, guess i'm a living disgrace..
Chase badboys out the hood, like Dipset did Mase..
Facts of life you break, get tortured, then erased..
No trace of evidence, but the motive is evident..
while your moneys spent, mines locked in a safe..
Don't get it twisted like a shoelace, i move weight..
so much my pockets obiest, still got clean slates..
Doing broadylight hits in buildings, watch the beams break..
Snatch ya cake, and icing, frames i'm slicing, and dicing..
Hoes can get it, but whores i'm not wifing..
I'm nasty like i took a shit without wiping..
Record songs without writing, i piss lightning..
slug in your rectum, too pretty for fighting..
sniping blade holders, 24/7 heavenly flow-er..
Peace lord, the chaos is chaotic, i breathe slower..
Disciplined like a tai-chi master,
speed too rapid for camcorders to capture..

Donít get swayed by the looks
And weight of my blade/
Iíll Kay Slay your tapes, CDís and MP3ís
Like we smoking them trees/
I predict a riot of insurmountable measure
Circumvent your pleasures risking drastic measures/
Face these fakes, break there necks like car crashes
We intersect, introspectively I demonstrate caution
Before partition the portion of your brain that govern reason/
So give me a reason to lobotomize ya rhymes
Right outta ya dome when I optimize my lines on this microphone/
Wit flows that coming like a xylophone, saxophone and telephone
Response from you people can be minimal at best wit no criticism/
I preserve the wisdom wreck you emcees without voting whoís the best
I directly test myself against the beat and prove to the rest/
Address eím as simpletons wit no inkling that there ship is sinking
Iím the commander of this mission, keep on spitting is general consensus/
Rip flows, and then reprimand these wanna be Exxon emcees
Getting gassed off their own disease/
Now you see the corporate ladder
Is all sedentary with no explanation
Or want to be extraordinary/

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-06-2007, 08:02 PM
Donít get swayed by the looks
And weight of my blade/
Iíll Kay Slay your tapes, CDís and MP3ís
Like we smoking them trees/
I predict a riot of insurmountable measure
Circumvent your pleasures risking drastic measures/
Face these fakes, break there necks like car crashes
We intersect, introspectively I demonstrate caution
Before partition the portion of your brain that govern reason/
So give me a reason to lobotomize ya rhymes
Right outta ya dome when I optimize my lines on this microphone/
Wit flows that coming like a xylophone, saxophone and telephone
Response from you people can be minimal at best wit no criticism/
I preserve the wisdom wreck you emcees without voting whoís the best
I directly test myself against the beat and prove to the rest/
Address eím as simpletons wit no inkling that there ship is sinking
Iím the commander of this mission, keep on spitting is general consensus/
Rip flows, and then reprimand these wanna be Exxon emcees
Getting gassed off their own disease/
Now you see the corporate ladder
Is all sedentary with no explanation
Or want to be extraordinary/
I got these flows stacked like gigabits
While you still running off slow megabits
My flow is tighter and quicker than ya RAM/
I stick up emcees like pop up windows and IMís
Yall niggaz ainít the real deal, you ainít viruses wit mass appeal/
Iím the Trojan horse that got cha Comp USA computer dealt wit
Nigga give up that porn shit, quit cha whining on forums/
Ya more boredom, your a kid wit no idea of what hip hop is
Itís more than just a Ras Kass, or a MF Doom, its elephant in the room/
Unearth these tombs, unlace ya timb boots, unzips them tits from that blouse
Unlatch the bra, unhinge that gat, and undo your edits
I think this cat needs a doctor, a nurse, a medic/
Give eím an examination, where creative forces can flourish
My flows are colder than any air over Korea or Laos/
Now you know, who got the glow connecting like The Last Dragon
Iím bagging these darts up throwing eím at the charts/
Making my marks hit cha wit the discus flip these emcees off
Wit these chrome coated biscuits I cop like CDís and diskettes/
Run you these various scenarios like anti virus programs
Now these emcees nowadays are like defragmented memory to me/
I canít remember the last time I heard something worth downloading
Versus listening on Myspace, I take pace when I track beats and make joints/

J.T.S.
12-07-2007, 12:38 PM
I got these flows stacked like gigabits
While you still running off slow megabits
My flow is tighter and quicker than ya RAM/
I stick up emcees like pop up windows and IMís
Yall niggaz ainít the real deal, you ainít viruses wit mass appeal/
Iím the Trojan horse that got cha Comp USA computer dealt wit
Nigga give up that porn shit, quit cha whining on forums/
Ya more boredom, your a kid wit no idea of what hip hop is
Itís more than just a Ras Kass, or a MF Doom, its elephant in the room/
Unearth these tombs, unlace ya timb boots, unzips them tits from that blouse
Unlatch the bra, unhinge that gat, and undo your edits
I think this cat needs a doctor, a nurse, a medic/
Give eím an examination, where creative forces can flourish
My flows are colder than any air over Korea or Laos/
Now you know, who got the glow connecting like The Last Dragon
Iím bagging these darts up throwing eím at the charts/
Making my marks hit cha wit the discus flip these emcees off
Wit these chrome coated biscuits I cop like CDís and diskettes/
Run you these various scenarios like anti virus programs
Now these emcees nowadays are like defragmented memory to me/
I canít remember the last time I heard something worth downloading
Versus listening on Myspace, I take pace when I track beats and make joints/

the extradinary extradinare bringing ghetto warfare..
crazier than Ric Flair, only hit foes gets wit a chair..
flatten ya tires, and steal ya spares..
Hell's mayor sticking the pitch-fork in ya ear..
Dare-devils to bring war, i'll armup once it's declared..
Picture me scared, that's like Hova without the soup-coolers..
My clique lavish lady screwers, ready to die movers..
short verses written, murder mainstream overdoers..
Underground shooter, in tune wit the tumors..
murderous corpse groomer, shroom chewing losers..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-11-2007, 10:15 PM
the extradinary extradinare bringing ghetto warfare..
crazier than Ric Flair, only hit foes gets wit a chair..
flatten ya tires, and steal ya spares..
Hell's mayor sticking the pitch-fork in ya ear..
Dare-devils to bring war, i'll armup once it's declared..
Picture me scared, that's like Hova without the soup-coolers..
My clique lavish lady screwers, ready to die movers..
short verses written, murder mainstream overdoers..
Underground shooter, in tune wit the tumors..
murderous corpse groomer, shroom chewing losers..

Speed way fame dame baggage claim
Dodge rays flow phased make my way through the game/
Tame the name, taken the bait, face the fates
Awaken demolished wit words like college
I stay polished, itís all hogwash kid my flow is burning/
Fish filleting emcees on grilled set high foes fry or die
Why lie in a bed that cha made when you can either cash ya bonds/
Or rinse cha hands, read the books painted pics by the man/
From X-clan to poor righteous teachers reached me
While the Wu Style embraced me, giving me a new taste for music G/
Spill ya guts rust cha nuts, I take stash like squirrels virtual bills
Get killed word to the styles I represent end cha reign like Dana Dane/
I ainít cha friendly emcee from neighborhood blocks you repping on
I pump flows not bricks Iím a mason wit the flows
Stacked like cement blocks that donít float/
Raise cha swords, I grab the axe, ox lock stockade
Camera angle wit bangles the dangle/
Hammer head shark these off set blocks
Wit beats that knock like gun shots/
Off the clock while time stopped, stamped when I camped outside
See all these eagle reproduced now we got flocks that rock the crowds/
Sounding off on you prototypical non-lyrical emcees that get exposed
Chose these new notes like piano keys see my breeze like my wiz n seed/
Iím dope like MPC hooked to a PC
Wit Fruity Loops syncing up/

J.T.S.
12-12-2007, 10:50 AM
Speed way fame dame baggage claim
Dodge rays flow phased make my way through the game/
Tame the name, taken the bait, face the fates
Awaken demolished wit words like college
I stay polished, itís all hogwash kid my flow is burning/
Fish filleting emcees on grilled set high foes fry or die
Why lie in a bed that cha made when you can either cash ya bonds/
Or rinse cha hands, read the books painted pics by the man/
From X-clan to poor righteous teachers reached me
While the Wu Style embraced me, giving me a new taste for music G/
Spill ya guts rust cha nuts, I take stash like squirrels virtual bills
Get killed word to the styles I represent end cha reign like Dana Dane/
I ainít cha friendly emcee from neighborhood blocks you repping on
I pump flows not bricks Iím a mason wit the flows
Stacked like cement blocks that donít float/
Raise cha swords, I grab the axe, ox lock stockade
Camera angle wit bangles the dangle/
Hammer head shark these off set blocks
Wit beats that knock like gun shots/
Off the clock while time stopped, stamped when I camped outside
See all these eagle reproduced now we got flocks that rock the crowds/
Sounding off on you prototypical non-lyrical emcees that get exposed
Chose these new notes like piano keys see my breeze like my wiz n seed/
Iím dope like MPC hooked to a PC
Wit Fruity Loops syncing up/

In all directions wrecking contestants with weapons
a part-time gambler, ceelow champ with imperfections
Sweating while flexing flows, flawless perfection
Profession iron pressing punks in sections
Stab mid-sections in seconds, unless they make confessions
About their connections, we rob with smif n wessuns
Partners n' crime checking labs, freeing adolescents
As well as ladies, and babies, play me here's the three eighty
Paid in full like White America, from investments in Haiti
I'm more shady than Marshall, knocking mc's off ladders
Get battered while you chit-chatter, so just scatter
Scatter brain, a crying shame, ya blood i just stained
Doing autopsy's on trains, your body fluids get drained
My souls for real, tired of the candy rap reign
Battle to the death, before i dishonor the rap game
Gambits throwing dirt on my name get slain
snatch chains, and leave em chained to electrical fences
Bench pressing defenses, drop em senseless
On some tense shit, spits radiate, since 1988
When crack hit the hoods, i was robbing hoods
Infamous like Suge, not blair but i put many Underwood

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-14-2007, 12:05 AM
In all directions wrecking contestants with weapons
a part-time gambler, ceelow champ with imperfections
Sweating while flexing flows, flawless perfection
Profession iron pressing punks in sections
Stab mid-sections in seconds, unless they make confessions
About their connections, we rob with smif n wessuns
Partners n' crime checking labs, freeing adolescents
As well as ladies, and babies, play me here's the three eighty
Paid in full like White America, from investments in Haiti
I'm more shady than Marshall, knocking mc's off ladders
Get battered while you chit-chatter, so just scatter
Scatter brain, a crying shame, ya blood i just stained
Doing autopsy's on trains, your body fluids get drained
My souls for real, tired of the candy rap reign
Battle to the death, before i dishonor the rap game
Gambits throwing dirt on my name get slain
snatch chains, and leave em chained to electrical fences
Bench pressing defenses, drop em senseless
On some tense shit, spits radiate, since 1988
When crack hit the hoods, i was robbing hoods
Infamous like Suge, not blair but i put many Underwood

Donít speak without being spoken too
If I donít acknowledge you then you ainít knowledgeable/
You donít put something in the bowl
Not expecting it to be took or taken/
You more shook than frying bacon
And fish in the pan being made then/
I execute plans to the ďTĒ
Canít you see me like John Cena/
Donít ask me who am I
Who are you then/
Feel the redundancy
Ya flows, ya raps ainít on my frequency/
I present a linguists approach to rap
So now youíre just a quotable/
Donít hope for a few good lyrics
You canít handle the booth/
Iím the proof like algebra problems
Canít you solve eím, I didnít think so/
Ya rhymes are like 3 divide by pie
It donít flow without aerodynamics
Didnít you ever wonder why? /
Consider the ramifications of your actions
Before you take eím, better answer the question first/
Before you end up in a Cadillac hurst
Without a prayer and a curse/
Just donít wish for more shit to be unearth
Itís just a verse/

Bigot Hitman
12-15-2007, 12:12 AM
Donít speak without being spoken too
If I donít acknowledge you then you ainít knowledgeable/
You donít put something in the bowl
Not expecting it to be took or taken/
You more shook than frying bacon
And fish in the pan being made then/
I execute plans to the ďTĒ
Canít you see me like John Cena/
Donít ask me who am I
Who are you then/
Feel the redundancy
Ya flows, ya raps ainít on my frequency/
I present a linguists approach to rap
So now youíre just a quotable/
Donít hope for a few good lyrics
You canít handle the booth/
Iím the proof like algebra problems
Canít you solve eím, I didnít think so/
Ya rhymes are like 3 divide by pie
It donít flow without aerodynamics
Didnít you ever wonder why? /
Consider the ramifications of your actions
Before you take eím, better answer the question first/
Before you end up in a Cadillac hurst
Without a prayer and a curse/
Just donít wish for more shit to be unearth
Itís just a verse/

Yo, this is deep sea fisherman
Pull'in all of these bitches in
Cabinets with bait pickle'in
Ready to push the sickle in some guts
It starts the trickle'in
for bucks i start the nikel and
Dime'in, high dive'in in waves jus part'in ripples then
All ya land lovers hand rubbers to put my dick up in
Spread'in ya girls legs like the butter and pita
Just pump'in and pump'in till that hole starts the shiver'in
Spray'in like a shook up fuckin ten lieter, what
I'ma beat it up forvever like i could never cum
That hoe go'in before me, on that u should bet a ton
I'm like pimp C, i'll have winfrey on both knees
in front of any club bouncer to get us in free
You wanna hire a hit on me, nigga send three
With army artillery, or my son is better off kill'in me
Cuz i'm average but aggressive like a killa bee
And won't go out like tony, this the never end'in triliogy
Fuck around and get these navel shots
And bank accounts stashed in a old cable box
Everything ain't nice, life ain't school house rock
Its a shame u learned this wit my tool out cocked
You bout to get laced wit holes like audio speakers
Then i'll cop ya girls digts, and prolly go meet her

LeatherBack
12-15-2007, 05:26 AM
We fight amongst eachother um
Might as well be struggle ers
Fronting like we soldiers
Ackin like we suffer some
But We’d rather get high
Then start a rebel movement
and let the time slip by
that’s what the fuck we doin
how are you unique when you aint built a damn thing
how are you king when your people are a damn shame
you misunder learned motherfuck what ya heard
ya punk ass complaints
the purpose that you serve
I born truth the sworn proof
Save a youth pimp
I pulled ya hole card
Na Put ya hand in
Im choppin up the deck but I understand the order
I’m dealing out sets that interlock and support us
I guess what I purport is message of revolution
Defined rebel movements
Designed to improve ship

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-17-2007, 03:00 PM
We fight amongst eachother um
Might as well be struggle ers
Fronting like we soldiers
Ackin like we suffer some
But Weíd rather get high
Then start a rebel movement
and let the time slip by
thatís what the fuck we doin
how are you unique when you aint built a damn thing
how are you king when your people are a damn shame
you misunder learned motherfuck what ya heard
ya punk ass complaints
the purpose that you serve
I born truth the sworn proof
Save a youth pimp
I pulled ya hole card
Na Put ya hand in
Im choppin up the deck but I understand the order
Iím dealing out sets that interlock and support us
I guess what I purport is message of revolution
Defined rebel movements
Designed to improve ship

I donít need to do the dew
So donít get it so screwed up/
Iím unscrupulous lyrically
Iím a alphabet soup this/
From A to Z like 1, 2, 3
Any emcee can rap pity patter
With a flow and lyrics that donít flatter/
Donít get cha rhymes n mind scatter
I can shatter the sound barrier
When I rap fast like a tornado twister, mister reporter/
Recoup this like a money order
Now emcees got voice recorders
Because they donít write no more/
Yeah I said they donít write no more
They bore so easily wit the same old subject matter/
Same old rhyme pattern, that
donít even impress enough to get addressed
Why donít you get a degree so you can at least read/
Now you can either scatter like moths to a flame
Or go buzzing like bees to the honeycomb/
Itís a sad shame the game hasnít changed
Itís just gone down the drain, are you crazy insane in the brain/
Their ainít no linebacker in the game no more
This is the equivalent of MJ leaving the league/
I havenít achieve much but I can crush allot of this puppy stuff
And too those telling me words ainít words, good look for the ammo/
Iím dump out fire wit the camouflage on my heat source
Canít be detected wit ďPredator VisionĒ
I cut through you wit an alien incision/

J.T.S.
12-18-2007, 12:59 PM
I donít need to do the dew
So donít get it so screwed up/
Iím unscrupulous lyrically
Iím a alphabet soup this/
From A to Z like 1, 2, 3
Any emcee can rap pity patter
With a flow and lyrics that donít flatter/
Donít get cha rhymes n mind scatter
I can shatter the sound barrier
When I rap fast like a tornado twister, mister reporter/
Recoup this like a money order
Now emcees got voice recorders
Because they donít write no more/
Yeah I said they donít write no more
They bore so easily wit the same old subject matter/
Same old rhyme pattern, that
donít even impress enough to get addressed
Why donít you get a degree so you can at least read/
Now you can either scatter like moths to a flame
Or go buzzing like bees to the honeycomb/
Itís a sad shame the game hasnít changed
Itís just gone down the drain, are you crazy insane in the brain/
Their ainít no linebacker in the game no more
This is the equivalent of MJ leaving the league/
I havenít achieve much but I can crush allot of this puppy stuff
And too those telling me words ainít words, good look for the ammo/
Iím dump out fire wit the camouflage on my heat source
Canít be detected wit ďPredator VisionĒ
I cut through you wit an alien incision/


What remains of the main vein?
Bloodflow blue, internally stained
Righteous gang, hole backing blue flame
Club running players, victims of snatched chains
Rap game i x-men out, my static stinging clout
Advantage is mine, every state block i'm airing out
Success is successive, ladies die in the wreckage
Papers put out the message, readers become breathless
Vets spit tales of death like abortion
i spin the wheel to reveal my fortunes
Sorting out the right mix, a slave to extortion
From the sky those packages pouring
Yearning the heartbeats slow, adrenaline formulas forming
Average mc flow boring, the same fucking drawings
alarming the king string puppet master touring
Stories on the low, books completed, and rehearsed at shows
this ain't ya same ol' lingo, a maniac depressive flow
Nigga bars with no holds, see i'm sick with no cold
Paid in full with no dough, but what i use for the pizza
Fuck easter i'm egg hunting in spots, remorlsess grimm reaper

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-18-2007, 01:07 PM
What remains of the main vein?
Bloodflow blue, internally stained
Righteous gang, hole backing blue flame
Club running players, victims of snatched chains
Rap game i x-men out, my static stinging clout
Advantage is mine, every state block i'm airing out
Success is successive, ladies die in the wreckage
Papers put out the message, readers become breathless
Vets spit tales of death like abortion
i spin the wheel to reveal my fortunes
Sorting out the right mix, a slave to extortion
From the sky those packages pouring
Yearning the heartbeats slow, adrenaline formulas forming
Average mc flow boring, the same fucking drawings
alarming the king string puppet master touring
Stories on the low, books completed, and rehearsed at shows

What remains in vein?
Is the blood in its place/
Is it the game we play that remains in vein
Wit punches that be words and words that be punches/
And lines that are jabs stabbed in the cab
That was the shell of a crab/
Donít give me the styling
Like you got the gift of gab/
I got the feet of Zab Judah, the fist of Iron Mike
The stature of Lennox Lewis, and the eye of the tiger like Rocky Marchino/
Lyrically I should been from a place like Chicago
But Iím in a N-Y state of mind rhyming rather than reclining/
Iím a diamond in the rough wit nothing tough as nails
Ship these crates out on brail read covers wit words that smother/
Get the riddles I riddle in the middle of these little chumps
With no white left to pump but hoes to
Thump and bump around like you Bobby Brown/

J.T.S.
12-18-2007, 01:17 PM
What remains in vein?
Is the blood in its place/
Is it the game we play that remains in vein
Wit punches that be words and words that be punches/
And lines that are jabs stabbed in the cab
That was the shell of a crab/
Donít give me the styling
Like you got the gift of gab/
I got the feet of Zab Judah, the fist of Iron Mike
The stature of Lennox Lewis, and the eye of the tiger like Rocky Marchino/
Lyrically I should been from a place like Chicago
But Iím in a N-Y state of mind rhyming rather than reclining/
Iím a diamond in the rough wit nothing tough as nails
Ship these crates out on brail read covers wit words that smother/
Get the riddles I riddle in the middle of these little chumps
With no white left to pump but hoes to
Thump and bump around like you Bobby Brown/

Tall tales niggas sleep from my shells like snails
Pastors speak the bullshit on pulpits
Dominate the dumb brain of a fool quick
Gouge my eyes out before i quit
Drop my shit, flood the bricks
Unconcerned with the limit, and gimics
Hands dirty, it's illegal buisness
Locked down with no visits
The grimey, slimey, cell wizard
Intercourse is verbal, so the goals are attained
Speeches insane, elaborate high peak heights
Science dropped on the 85, my insight headlights
Silent knight, opposition here's a warning
Bars are bionic, win, or lose i'm swarming
Charming pretty black girls lost
Take heed to the word of God, or get nailed to a cross

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-19-2007, 01:47 PM
Tall tales niggas sleep from my shells like snails
Pastors speak the bullshit on pulpits
Dominate the dumb brain of a fool quick
Gouge my eyes out before i quit
Drop my shit, flood the bricks
Unconcerned with the limit, and gimics
Hands dirty, it's illegal buisness
Locked down with no visits
The grimey, slimey, cell wizard
Intercourse is verbal, so the goals are attained
Speeches insane, elaborate high peak heights
Science dropped on the 85, my insight headlights
Silent knight, opposition here's a warning
Bars are bionic, win, or lose i'm swarming
Charming pretty black girls lost
Take heed to the word of God, or get nailed to a cross

Read cha notes then read my notesÖ..
My quotes are comparable to electoral votes/
Donít waste a toke, my hope is puddle of mud
Now Iím nothing but paint chips on the ground/
Is that how Iím viewed? Now do I have it misconstrued?
What do I have to do to receive respect around here/
This ainít any film by Brian DePalma or Oliver Stone
Iím the holder in court face the force take up the task of course/
Driven these tracks wit rhythm in tack, now thatís giving back
So when I cut up flows, I give back what was given too me/
Knowledge birthed my person besides my mama and father
I hold the pen as the ultimate author, Iím the Steven King of my life/
It was one big horror film wit suspense surrounding me
For every miracle and surgery everything was relief for me/
Nigga pain ainít nothing but one half physical and one half mental
Get over the anguish, I ainít speaking another language/
I draft these flows, from thoughts caught from my inner space
Inner waste, inner haste, inner taste, inner face, inner case/
Now Iím in all yall businesses like the internet Iím interconnected
I think you all should intersect wit it and inspect to get it/

J.T.S.
12-20-2007, 02:46 PM
Read cha notes then read my notesÖ..
My quotes are comparable to electoral votes/
Donít waste a toke, my hope is puddle of mud
Now Iím nothing but paint chips on the ground/
Is that how Iím viewed? Now do I have it misconstrued?
What do I have to do to receive respect around here/
This ainít any film by Brian DePalma or Oliver Stone
Iím the holder in court face the force take up the task of course/
Driven these tracks wit rhythm in tack, now thatís giving back
So when I cut up flows, I give back what was given too me/
Knowledge birthed my person besides my mama and father
I hold the pen as the ultimate author, Iím the Steven King of my life/
It was one big horror film wit suspense surrounding me
For every miracle and surgery everything was relief for me/
Nigga pain ainít nothing but one half physical and one half mental
Get over the anguish, I ainít speaking another language/
I draft these flows, from thoughts caught from my inner space
Inner waste, inner haste, inner taste, inner face, inner case/
Now Iím in all yall businesses like the internet Iím interconnected
I think you all should intersect wit it and inspect to get it/

Feel the chemistry, beasts don't wanna see the menace free
Giant on land, the force of my hands,
leave men afraid to speak
As i chief reefa, then leave a hole in the head of a speaker
Arrest ya developement,
destroying everything in my path like rushing elephants,
no telling when the tantrum hits from phantom spits
Examine skulls and all the opposition,
i'm chopping em all
Wanna battle i'm the one to call for the job
Want security get ya money right and hire the god
Fire on squads, watch em crawl,
like Ricky's killer
Flows no filter, wicked like Hitler, i made ya blisters

LeatherBack
12-23-2007, 01:36 PM
Sometimes I hate the world as it is within this form
That’s when I spark the leaf to relax before I’m gone
I guess I sympathize too much with those that struggle
Or maybe god made me to heal and help the troubled
Most people walk around with an undeveloped soul
Spirit Incomplete without means to make it whole
Trying to keep control but dying to let go
To fly in the mindstate I live in and vibrate
U weaklings I know its hard to admit you need peace
Or abbots that specialize in the teachings
We math shit you add and subtract what we speak
To come close to complete within these mean streets
Half god half amazing half black and asian
Black from the bone blackfoot skin tone
But east like Buddhist retreats right
He follow the light…to African insight
I hold in my left hand the book of I ching
But in my right proverbs of marcus garvey
In my minds peace as my third eye delivers
Signals from god that unlock the whole picture
If you trying to kill ima have ya mold hit up
If you trying build ima have to roll witcha
Cuz im tryna to heal till we fulfill the scripture
And that’s definition of a real wise ninja
Forever

Treazon
12-23-2007, 06:22 PM
nice written to Rick Ross Hustlin'...

for some the truth is logical so apparent it's blinding
enigmas wrapped in riddles are always unwinding
and Treazons an enigma that raps in riddles
cold rippin a beat wit just claps and fiddles
aimin for the crown and thats askin for little
never claimed to be righteous, never claimed to be civil
wont hesitate to break your fuckin mind cuz its brittle
actions speak louder than words, its preferred
so when you see me workin you act like you heard
rappers get knocked or robbed and act like a bird
nothin to lose so i wont be chirpin, rest assured
therefore im the best for sure, so don't doubt me
appear everywhere like Troy Maclure, you couldn't out me
invest like buyin every coffee shop in King's County
and make a cool bill like a Saudi and im outtie

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-23-2007, 11:43 PM
I’m a dynamo on the mic
Bringing down the beef like tons of gravity
Watch me strike the match and unlatch the heat/
Rise from the grave like Christ on the seventh day of Sabbath
My flow is radically changing like the weather pattern/
So fast its hard 2 fathom, gathering intelligence isn’t relevant like tourneys
Now you’re in my presence sensing my level of ability like Dragon ball Z
You ain’t nothing but an imbecile too me, no skill or abilities/
Yall can’t take me on Brolly thinking yall gonna win and volley
I can poly for days and still whip ya ass without the tre/
Often the dopest around these emcees I swarm like locus
Ready to strike fear into their eyes leave e’m starving for more/
Hit e’m harder than a Nor’ Eastern beasting on emcee like famine
Killing these flows like pussy’s making e’m growl like Eartha Kit/
Rip these beats wit trifling darts amicable like fortune 500 companies
Trump these aces wit kings instead of queens/
Making ya dreams crumble instantly
It ain’t no science mystery theater/

J.T.S.
12-28-2007, 11:40 AM
Iím a dynamo on the mic
Bringing down the beef like tons of gravity
Watch me strike the match and unlatch the heat/
Rise from the grave like Christ on the seventh day of Sabbath
My flow is radically changing like the weather pattern/
So fast its hard 2 fathom, gathering intelligence isnít relevant like tourneys
Now youíre in my presence sensing my level of ability like Dragon ball Z
You ainít nothing but an imbecile too me, no skill or abilities/
Yall canít take me on Brolly thinking yall gonna win and volley
I can poly for days and still whip ya ass without the tre/
Often the dopest around these emcees I swarm like locus
Ready to strike fear into their eyes leave eím starving for more/
Hit eím harder than a Norí Eastern beasting on emcee like famine
Killing these flows like pussyís making eím growl like Eartha Kit/
Rip these beats wit trifling darts amicable like fortune 500 companies
Trump these aces wit kings instead of queens/
Making ya dreams crumble instantly
It ainít no science mystery theater/

Controversal dispersal owns the commercial rehearsals..
Let it go darts buzz, niggaz fly traps venus pursued..
Vapor catchers licking nectar, breaking city curfews..
Painfully burst soon, reactions radificate my fumes..
Dungeon doors locked, i errupt drunk, closet full of private stock..
Minors mock my actions, behold i barber shops..
Planet cremater, cream maker, punish fakers..
A razor wielding raider, hey ya blinded by the data..
Mowing down moment stealers, the spotlight spectrum thriller..
Snatch the cheese from the griller, and steal cars from the dealer..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
12-28-2007, 11:12 PM
Controversal dispersal owns the commercial rehearsals..
Let it go darts buzz, niggaz fly traps venus pursued..
Vapor catchers licking nectar, breaking city curfews..
Painfully burst soon, reactions radificate my fumes..
Dungeon doors locked, i errupt drunk, closet full of private stock..
Minors mock my actions, behold i barber shops..
Planet cremater, cream maker, punish fakers..
A razor wielding raider, hey ya blinded by the data..
Mowing down moment stealers, the spotlight spectrum thriller..
Snatch the cheese from the griller, and steal cars from the dealer..

Who rhymes the best i never rest
wit no words tatted on my chest/
who's the best i don't know and don't care
i'm share my knowledge wit skills polished like a college paper/
dip flows scrap chalk off the sidewalk, milk them tits for spits
quit cha whinning cuz i'm shining my rays like solar radiation/
creating foes from the flows i chose to use on tracks i abuse
yall are amusing to me wit skills that could be shot in real time
rather than the cinematic visual yall are used too/
so don't gimme the lip sync lines like Ashley Simpson
trying to pimp the system when the system is pimping you like Vista & XP/
yall can't Internet Explore me i'm a Firefox you G, wipe you out like virus
assert my complience leave you discombobulated like AOL and Netscape/
desicive like science, delete cha flows and tracks like documnets and word perfect files
leave you infected like STD's making emcees alert though even thou they inert yo/
feed off the ferlo, my flows goes and goes on and on like worms in an apple
saturate the landscape wit pollution and toxcity after effect like waste and eletricity/
you can't get wit me when I switch blade grenade cascade faster blade
after i've been made into the very thing you hate, a emcee, a samurai/
cash cow you better off not verify ya rhymes you ain't geninue like ginuwine
i spend my time researching facts like the IRS do ya taxes/
so don't test my sword play or you'll get slayed..........
cuz i'm sharp in each and every way/

J.T.S.
01-03-2008, 11:28 AM
Who rhymes the best i never rest
wit no words tatted on my chest/
who's the best i don't know and don't care
i'm share my knowledge wit skills polished like a college paper/
dip flows scrap chalk off the sidewalk, milk them tits for spits
quit cha whinning cuz i'm shining my rays like solar radiation/
creating foes from the flows i chose to use on tracks i abuse
yall are amusing to me wit skills that could be shot in real time
rather than the cinematic visual yall are used too/
so don't gimme the lip sync lines like Ashley Simpson
trying to pimp the system when the system is pimping you like Vista & XP/
yall can't Internet Explore me i'm a Firefox you G, wipe you out like virus
assert my complience leave you discombobulated like AOL and Netscape/
desicive like science, delete cha flows and tracks like documnets and word perfect files
leave you infected like STD's making emcees alert though even thou they inert yo/
feed off the ferlo, my flows goes and goes on and on like worms in an apple
saturate the landscape wit pollution and toxcity after effect like waste and eletricity/
you can't get wit me when I switch blade grenade cascade faster blade
after i've been made into the very thing you hate, a emcee, a samurai/
cash cow you better off not verify ya rhymes you ain't geninue like ginuwine
i spend my time researching facts like the IRS do ya taxes/
so don't test my sword play or you'll get slayed..........
cuz i'm sharp in each and every way/


Ain't nothing delicate about these delicacies..
The water-boy like Adam Sandler, tackiling emcee's..
Exquiste with these witty rap physics, scientifical steez..
Mr. Lif my competitions with heavy-weight compositions..
Sitting-bull shitting, outdo any audio rap auditions..
Gripping the mic ripping, raptor man incisions..
Hunky chunks of flesh torn, wit a bloody face i perform..
Light a Philly jawn, the unified units the corporates mourn..
Titanium titantic atlantic flow fanatic make em panic..
power of grey-skull skeletor bars, depression from a manic..
Soloists get sandwiched by the bandaged bandit on the canvas..
Monkey style kung-fu flake em like dandruff..
Demanded demands divine as my plans..
Prototype photo hype, paparazzi killer contraband..
stomp the land madman, crook up by the brook wit books in hand..
Never too shook to slam, onyx ring on my index finger..
Shifty bell-ringer, sub-zero snatching blinger..

KERZO
01-04-2008, 04:35 AM
Titanium titantic atlantic flow fanatic make em panic - Paow!!!

KERZO
01-04-2008, 05:54 AM
Ain't nothing delicate about these delicacies..
The water-boy like Adam Sandler, tackiling emcee's..
Exquiste with these witty rap physics, scientifical steez..
Mr. Lif my competitions with heavy-weight compositions..
Sitting-bull shitting, outdo any audio rap auditions..
Gripping the mic ripping, raptor man incisions..
Hunky chunks of flesh torn, wit a bloody face i perform..
Light a Philly jawn, the unified units the corporates mourn..
Titanium titantic atlantic flow fanatic make em panic..
power of grey-skull skeletor bars, depression from a manic..
Soloists get sandwiched by the bandaged bandit on the canvas..
Monkey style kung-fu flake em like dandruff..
Demanded demands divine as my plans..
Prototype photo hype, paparazzi killer contraband..
stomp the land madman, crook up by the brook wit books in hand..
Never too shook to slam, onyx ring on my index finger..
Shifty bell-ringer, sub-zero snatching blinger..


'Sweet verse bro....It gave me a lil ignition to write a quick rhyme -'

Make way for the 'Mex, Rhymes fly like jets
All threats are made, Raise the stakes, Plaise yer bets
Spice the flow, Five a bro, Never dodge or Tip-Toe
Keep it low, Have'nt slowed since the day I rose

Hitman installs fear on all these cats ya hear
J.T.S never stresses, always rapping which blesses
And impresses us to volunteer our services
100 Percent input, Now that aint excessive

I attack ya with a spike and strike the mic out ya hand
Your verses are so criminal, They should be on remand
I offhand rhymes quicker than ya bitch sucks dicks
Never dim my licks, My bag's full of tricks

Minds expands like a balloon caught in full moon
I bend styles easier than Uri Geller bends spoons
Raps finished, I've addressed all I have to son
So til next time, Sit back and spark a big one

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-04-2008, 03:16 PM
Ain't nothing delicate about these delicacies..
The water-boy like Adam Sandler, tackiling emcee's..
Exquiste with these witty rap physics, scientifical steez..
Mr. Lif my competitions with heavy-weight compositions..
Sitting-bull shitting, outdo any audio rap auditions..
Gripping the mic ripping, raptor man incisions..
Hunky chunks of flesh torn, wit a bloody face i perform..
Light a Philly jawn, the unified units the corporates mourn..
Titanium titantic atlantic flow fanatic make em panic..
power of grey-skull skeletor bars, depression from a manic..
Soloists get sandwiched by the bandaged bandit on the canvas..
Monkey style kung-fu flake em like dandruff..
Demanded demands divine as my plans..
Prototype photo hype, paparazzi killer contraband..
stomp the land madman, crook up by the brook wit books in hand..
Never too shook to slam, onyx ring on my index finger..
Shifty bell-ringer, sub-zero snatching blinger..

damn son i got you latter, tight flow son

J.T.S.
01-05-2008, 09:05 AM
'Sweet verse bro....It gave me a lil ignition to write a quick rhyme -'

Make way for the 'Mex, Rhymes fly like jets
All threats are made, Raise the stakes, Plaise yer bets
Spice the flow, Five a bro, Never dodge or Tip-Toe
Keep it low, Have'nt slowed since the day I rose

Hitman installs fear on all these cats ya hear
J.T.S never stresses, always rapping which blesses
And impresses us to volunteer our services
100 Percent input, Now that aint excessive

IMinds expands like a balloon caught in full moon
I bend styles easier than Uri Geller bends spoons
Raps finished, I've addressed all I have to son
So til next time, Sit back and spark a big one

Spice the flow, Five a bro, Never dodge or Tip-Toe
Keep it low, Have'nt slowed since the day I rose

I like that delivery there and how one lines just compliments the next.

attack ya with a spike and strike the mic out ya hand
Your verses are so criminal, They should be on remand
I offhand rhymes quicker than ya bitch sucks dicks
Never dim my licks, My bag's full of tricks

Nice wordplay.

IMinds expands like a balloon caught in full moon
I bend styles easier than Uri Geller bends spoons
Raps finished, I've addressed all I have to son
So til next time, Sit back and spark a big one[/quote]

Good ending! Overall some nice verse!

Peace Chaos good looking on the feed as well.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-05-2008, 10:55 PM
digital darts spaded arts
glamourized the sites wit ranger sparks/
ceraded blades fade cha marks
wit jaded cards when the air raid starts/
i throw a ace of spade like
the joker in hysterical laughter/
i'm one past them wit weaponry that's secondary
educating me on the munititions of the military/
tripping over ya broadcast like FCC do piracy
my rhymes are osirus like the egyptian walker/
fuckers had an inception conceive babies
wit more problems than STD's and leopardecy/
i etch these flows behind closed doors
paralell of what cha see as hell/
i'll ya leave done like Abe Lincoln and John Wilks Booth
coming off wit more substance like metal gear solid/
to tell the truth when i enter the booth
i'm the darpa chief of this here artistry/
sparking more markets wit darts.....
hitting the airwaves like cassette tapes/
then i leave ya mind blank as a CD-R
when i spit these b-a-r, hittin' em dat hard/
yall will know what i need...............
when i go out on the mic like Sam Sneed/

J.T.S.
01-07-2008, 11:44 AM
digital darts spaded arts
glamourized the sites wit ranger sparks/
ceraded blades fade cha marks
wit jaded cards when the air raid starts/
i throw a ace of spade like
the joker in hysterical laughter/
i'm one past them wit weaponry that's secondary
educating me on the munititions of the military/
tripping over ya broadcast like FCC do piracy
my rhymes are osirus like the egyptian walker/
fuckers had an inception conceive babies
wit more problems than STD's and leopardecy/
i etch these flows behind closed doors
paralell of what cha see as hell/
i'll ya leave done like Abe Lincoln and John Wilks Booth
coming off wit more substance like metal gear solid/
to tell the truth when i enter the booth
i'm the darpa chief of this here artistry/
sparking more markets wit darts.....
hitting the airwaves like cassette tapes/
then i leave ya mind blank as a CD-R
when i spit these b-a-r, hittin' em dat hard/
yall will know what i need...............
when i go out on the mic like Sam Sneed/

My mind flash will blind the future, and past
Shoot sauwed off's for cash, and the stash
Girl set em up she looks like Stacey dash
Walk with my mase, and mask
I'm an alcholic like J-ro, and Tash
Brass knuckle to the chin special
Spin schedule propells the pro's fell
So chill, before ya domes blown off..

Koolish
01-07-2008, 01:20 PM
simplify and define before you unwind
give me time to rewind the line
line the rewind to time me give
half walking alive don't deserve to live

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-07-2008, 07:14 PM
My mind flash will blind the future, and past
Shoot sauwed off's for cash, and the stash
Girl set em up she looks like Stacey dash
Walk with my mase, and mask
I'm an alcholic like J-ro, and Tash
Brass knuckle to the chin special
Spin schedule propells the pro's fell
So chill, before ya domes blown off..

Youíre a closed casket waiting to happen
Bask in the glory of a hundred stories/
To think I made the opposition worry
Dirt cheap viral toxin will leave you buried/
My flow varies from night to day
Spit when I spray lyrics like spermicidal saying ďA Bay BayĒ
When I exterminate all my rivals/
This is sure to win me a ton of awards
Fuck the hoe, quick, hurry snip the cords/
Run out the hospital wit the baby still attached to womb
Look at me the Harvard grad who just became a dad
Looking all hysterical like I just died in hell/
Just like 50 I got allot enemies going against me
I guess Iím a have get rich or die trying to take a piss/
And if you eat where you shit then youíre garbage pale away
From loosing ya life wit hamburger a night
Aside wit French fries to dry ya eyes/

KERZO
01-08-2008, 10:03 AM
Hey J.T.S - heres a lil verse i thought id post up on here in ya thread -

Ayo It's the fermi paradox, I send out tectonic seismic shocks
More larger than the Mississippi River valley rocks
I switch guise then scale high rise's to the sky like spiderman
My plans are contrary to the Ku Klux Klan
They dont breed hate, they spread the message of the Fam
Which was created and nurtured by the wutang clan
In the darker days, they're who i listened to
When shit got deep, The Wu truly pulled me through

Now I'm back in the fold, verses draped in gold
They catch and stranglehold fiends who got mis-sold
Hip-hop in the state of grace and now they show face
But it aint about the brash cash, it's based on race
So dig deep and search ya heart til ya find
The affirmation of a different culture's state of mind
You can change yourself but heaven forbid
You'll work out that we're all simply human kid

holla

J.T.S.
01-09-2008, 07:15 AM
Hey J.T.S - heres a lil verse i thought id post up on here in ya thread -

Ayo It's the fermi paradox, I send out tectonic seismic shocks
More larger than the Mississippi River valley rocks
I switch guise then scale high rise's to the sky like spiderman
My plans are contrary to the Ku Klux Klan
They dont breed hate, they spread the message of the Fam
Which was created and nurtured by the wutang clan
In the darker days, they're who i listened to
When shit got deep, The Wu truly pulled me through

Now I'm back in the fold, verses draped in gold
They catch and stranglehold fiends who got mis-sold
Hip-hop in the state of grace and now they show face
But it aint about the brash cash, it's based on race
So dig deep and search ya heart til ya find
The affirmation of a different culture's state of mind
You can change yourself but heaven forbid
You'll work out that we're all simply human kid

holla

A little battlerap

i amaze , you get enslaved in the blaze in a daze
coming through on this page in a rage , fatality like johnny cage
like public enemy , i keep the flavour pumpin
ill force you to water torture in a dark cold asian dungeon
so start runnin , you will get taken out by the sniper
i strike quickly plus im packing lots of venom like a viper
you will get frayed and slayed untill you start to see a bright light
rip into your guts make you regret this fucking knife fight
contort your flesh distortin in like kevorkian
inflicting you with blades attached to snakes like scorpian
m coming for you with a poison arrow so you better run now
slice your motherfuckin head off with a hat like kung lao
wrap a fucking noose around your neck and watch you burn as you hang
im coming with a force of a dragon , bicycle kicking you like lou kang

KERZO
01-11-2008, 08:02 AM
hey, i like the ref's to mortal kombat.

I'm a big retro game fan and i still play the old snes and genesis's games on my laptop.

I think thats a cool idea for a battle rap so i'll carry on the theme but with my other fav beat-em up...good ol street fighter

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I'm the beguiled emcee, make room for the doom
Throwing demonic verses like guile's sonic booms
Ya rhymes are close to extinction like the cali condor
Cos i eat up ya threats like I was E dot honda

Ya say amen, when i come in and spin kick like ken
From underneath yer chin, my upppercuts blast in
And when ya think ya can attack me from beneath
I knock ya teeth out with darts tougher than zangief

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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-12-2008, 02:07 AM
hey, i like the ref's to mortal kombat.

I'm a big retro game fan and i still play the old snes and genesis's games on my laptop.

I think thats a cool idea for a battle rap so i'll carry on the theme but with my other fav 3rd person fighter -

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I'm the beguiled emcee, make room for the doom
Throwing demonic verses like guile's sonic booms
Ya rhymes are close to extinction like the cali condor
Cos i eat up ya threats like I was E dot honda

Ya say amen, when i come in and spin kick like ken
From underneath yer chin, my upppercuts blast in
And when ya think ya can attack me from beneath
I knock ya teeth out with darts tougher than zangief

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okay dopeness

here is my sadentary apporach to all this order is my chaos......(ha, ha)

it's hard for me not to be salty
i know i'm worthy like james/
but why hurry and be lame
this is game we gotta play
to stay together..../
we two birds of the same feather
i'll never tear, rip or teather/
i'll release the lever to ya heart
and spark that shock that won't
put you in a status lock like an autobot/
so i gots to rock this wit words that spotless
i knock this out in under an hour/
now all emcees begin to cower
once i break through the ground
like the roots of a tree/
i go on a emcee murder spree
and play yall like Nintendo Wii/
it'll take more heat to bury
the hatchet between me and we/
so now yall see i'm just as fearless like Jet Li
i'm best when i'm left me, myself and I/
so don't wonder why i'm a only child
so i'm liable to go buck wild and lose my cool/
so don't play wit this tool i ain't no fool
i'm school yard lyricist coming wit
allot more than kung-fu than Wu-Shu/

BornPower
01-13-2008, 04:10 PM
my profile is FEARLESS
ride foes foul and disappear in mist
drink ink like beer and piss on compositions
gleamin thinkers CREEP SLOW
while you fall over my pawn's position
shock troops on a mission
there's a plot and politician on every dolla u get pitchin
so u on da block wit henchmen
or a COLLEGE DROPIN listenin?

J.T.S.
01-15-2008, 12:04 PM
my profile is FEARLESS
ride foes foul and disappear in mist
drink ink like beer and piss on compositions
gleamin thinkers CREEP SLOW
while you fall over my pawn's position
shock troops on a mission
there's a plot and politician on every dolla u get pitchin
so u on da block wit henchmen
or a COLLEGE DROPIN listenin?

Common crisis, I used to love her righteous
Her politeness, niceness, and tightness
We used to write many, before the crystal, and henny
She'd be at the grammy's, or on the block with Jenny
The rock cats envied her dollars, and her revolvers
She made all nationalities get in the groove, even scholars
Used to be able to reach her with ease
Know i get a manager, tour booker, or secretaries
Knowadays she's scary, she like a fairy with the bling
She used to cover 3/4's, know she strips to thongs, and g-strings
our love thing became hate, she sucking giving corporate brains
Everybody getting a piece of her, throwing her dollars, and chains
Even Champane, still i got love for the dame
She trying to act brand new fronting on Rakim, and kane
she's an international whore on tour, cats runnin' trains
The material things sabotaged her brain
We'll never bee the same, since the era of native tongues
she used to have us pop-locking, know it's snap dancing in the slums
She went from the projects to a mansion
From doing songs with Aerosmith to marilyn manson
she's a sell-out in the states, overseas she's break-dancing
Her technology enchancing, with i-pods, and mp3's she's romancing
Ran into her she said i was handsome, til' i wouldn't hand her some cash
i fronted on the ass, passed and told her she's trash

BornPower
01-17-2008, 09:56 AM
Common crisis, I used to love her righteous
Her politeness, niceness, and tightness
We used to write many, before the crystal, and henny
She'd be at the grammy's, or on the block with Jenny
The rock cats envied her dollars, and her revolvers
She made all nationalities get in the groove, even scholars
Used to be able to reach her with ease
Know i get a manager, tour booker, or secretaries
Knowadays she's scary, she like a fairy with the bling
She used to cover 3/4's, know she strips to thongs, and g-strings
our love thing became hate, she sucking giving corporate brains
Everybody getting a piece of her, throwing her dollars, and chains
Even Champane, still i got love for the dame
She trying to act brand new fronting on Rakim, and kane
she's an international whore on tour, cats runnin' trains
The material things sabotaged her brain
We'll never bee the same, since the era of native tongues
she used to have us pop-locking, know it's snap dancing in the slums
She went from the projects to a mansion
From doing songs with Aerosmith to marilyn manson
she's a sell-out in the states, overseas she's break-dancing
Her technology enchancing, with i-pods, and mp3's she's romancing
Ran into her she said i was handsome, til' i wouldn't hand her some cash
i fronted on the ass, passed and told her she's trash

that was real slick! one can tell when ur focused, cuz it shows in ur content. nice piece!

KERZO
01-17-2008, 11:22 AM
Common crisis, I used to love her righteous
Her politeness, niceness, and tightness
We used to write many, before the crystal, and henny
She'd be at the grammy's, or on the block with Jenny
The rock cats envied her dollars, and her revolvers
She made all nationalities get in the groove, even scholars
Used to be able to reach her with ease
Know i get a manager, tour booker, or secretaries
Knowadays she's scary, she like a fairy with the bling
She used to cover 3/4's, know she strips to thongs, and g-strings
our love thing became hate, she sucking giving corporate brains
Everybody getting a piece of her, throwing her dollars, and chains
Even Champane, still i got love for the dame
She trying to act brand new fronting on Rakim, and kane
she's an international whore on tour, cats runnin' trains
The material things sabotaged her brain
We'll never bee the same, since the era of native tongues
she used to have us pop-locking, know it's snap dancing in the slums
She went from the projects to a mansion
From doing songs with Aerosmith to marilyn manson
she's a sell-out in the states, overseas she's break-dancing
Her technology enchancing, with i-pods, and mp3's she's romancing
Ran into her she said i was handsome, til' i wouldn't hand her some cash
i fronted on the ass, passed and told her she's trash

good verse bro....now on with mine - :dududu:

Sceptics inspect my injected methods
Most prophetic style, Fermex snaps the hectics
The next hit will wreck ships and make 'em go under
When thunder strikes the heart of the butter boy wonder

I disregard your words and tear apart your verse
Reimburse yer mom a mil, cos ya must've been a curse
Crazy paving, lazing in grazing lands while wood engraving
Enslaving minds with my witty mouth, silver spraying

Abstractly led sheep with blades that their coats dread
The next wave of words that shred the thread and made the readers bled
Good stead i keep, I smoke green all week
While my girl gives me head with her unique technique

Superspeaking diatones microphones get blown up
I interrupt the speaker and make an abrupt cut
So i heal wounds with bandages and fortune manages
To erupt and cause mass damages all across the planet

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-17-2008, 05:57 PM
good verse bro....now on with mine - :dududu:

Sceptics inspect my injected methods
Most prophetic style, Fermex snaps the hectics
The next hit will wreck ships and make 'em go under
When thunder strikes the heart of the butter boy wonder

I disregard your words and tear apart your verse
Reimburse yer mom a mil, cos ya must've been a curse
Crazy paving, lazing in grazing lands while wood engraving
Enslaving minds with my witty mouth, silver spraying

Abstractly led sheep with blades that their coats dread
The next wave of words that shred the thread and made the readers bled
Good stead i keep, I smoke green all week
While my girl gives me head with her unique technique

Superspeaking diatones microphones get blown up
I interrupt the speaker and make an abrupt cut
So i heal wounds with bandages and fortune manages
To erupt and cause mass damages all across the planet



Speak ya mind
My darts fly like fists in a fire fight/
Donít gimme a writers blight our pens
Can tangle and get mangled or wrangled like jeans/
Fiery flows give the fiends a means to keep copping it though
While Iím thought dropping my mama is tear dropping/
Anger and arguments spark rivals in daring markets
Different shit sparks lighting and thunder better get cha umbrella/
I spade spark it like narks in a hallway full of harlots
Making it shifty for us slip away like The Shadow to there dismay/
So I pen movies in school while cats got grades
I got paid making waves wishing I hadnít stayed/
Fade back to my musical endeavors
Iím finding forever like common/
Driven to be less common than any common man
I doing knowledge opposite of anything in college/
Now you can either be polished, dirty or rugged
Iím forever bugging wit my anime-like budget/
Staying forever perfecto mundo
Wit ills like we living in a roman rotunda/
Got flows cold as Eskimo deadly
Wit more bricks than Tetris though/
Ya ainít ready for the exodus, exit
Cancerous while Iím spreading
Infection without any connection/

J.T.S.
01-18-2008, 12:30 PM
Speak ya mind
My darts fly like fists in a fire fight/
Donít gimme a writers blight our pens
Can tangle and get mangled or wrangled like jeans/
Fiery flows give the fiends a means to keep copping it though
While Iím thought dropping my mama is tear dropping/
Anger and arguments spark rivals in daring markets
Different shit sparks lighting and thunder better get cha umbrella/
I spade spark it like narks in a hallway full of harlots
Making it shifty for us slip away like The Shadow to there dismay/
So I pen movies in school while cats got grades
I got paid making waves wishing I hadnít stayed/
Fade back to my musical endeavors
Iím finding forever like common/
Driven to be less common than any common man
I doing knowledge opposite of anything in college/
Now you can either be polished, dirty or rugged
Iím forever bugging wit my anime-like budget/
Staying forever perfecto mundo
Wit ills like we living in a roman rotunda/
Got flows cold as Eskimo deadly
Wit more bricks than Tetris though/
Ya ainít ready for the exodus, exit
Cancerous while Iím spreading
Infection without any connection/

Infinite infections break out in intersections
Opposing shots, and drops i'm intercepting
Interjecting injured rappers wit lethal injections
pressing pressers with powerful pressure some find depressing
Checking in the temple, my tremors ignited are dedrimental
Dead ya mentals, right and exact, axes flying from all angles
Rebel squads make em all angels, my sterile styles strangle
labeled lavish, niggas stereotype my stats, and status
I'm mad rush, plus the bombs i combust are surplus
Smoke ya trees, perches snapped, ya'll birds touched
Crushed remains flushed, to be emptied in sewage
Scientifical buddhist, manhandle murder music
You comedian mc's Calvin Coolidge
Theories from J.T.S. fuck Judas
Truest to the game, pay homage, or feel the flames
Rich rappers steal ya chain, and take a constipated shit on ya name
I'm grain bred, my games dread, one shot killer, in ya lane the lames dead

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-19-2008, 09:06 PM
Infinite infections break out in intersections
Opposing shots, and drops i'm intercepting
Interjecting injured rappers wit lethal injections
pressing pressers with powerful pressure some find depressing
Checking in the temple, my tremors ignited are dedrimental
Dead ya mentals, right and exact, axes flying from all angles
Rebel squads make em all angels, my sterile styles strangle
labeled lavish, niggas stereotype my stats, and status
I'm mad rush, plus the bombs i combust are surplus
Smoke ya trees, perches snapped, ya'll birds touched
Crushed remains flushed, to be emptied in sewage
Scientifical buddhist, manhandle murder music
You comedian mc's Calvin Coolidge
Theories from J.T.S. fuck Judas
Truest to the game, pay homage, or feel the flames
Rich rappers steal ya chain, and take a constipated shit on ya name
I'm grain bred, my games dread, one shot killer, in ya lane the lames dead

show me the scroll, like ya eyes reveal ya soul
i open flows vaulting over towers/
cower beneath my feet read cha motions
wit just body language equaling the slanguage we throw/
never using my most vital darts sickly sharp enough
to just throw fists without unsheathing my sword/
peep ya movements wit just my eyes ya skills are never disguised
i've just reached my potential wit excellence over any instrumental/
crack ya dental, leave ya veins bruised once i grip you lose
steady in cruise control without expending any chakra/
document cha flows similar to notes in an opera
whether i'm under aqua, agua, water/
i'm a force to reckoned with
when ya under my slaughter/
expect a barage from without an entourage
come prepared to step in the ring/
and await cha death when i'm next to rep
destroy ya tech without even using a mech/
i cut cha tall ego into four-fifths
of what cha used to be/
don't swing against an acrane lyricist..
when i'ma usually so brutally beautiful/
i don't claim to be the nicest around
just the tightest wit the mic sound/
stranglehold cha flow like a John Woo Flick
it's miracle i didn't break ya jaw into a million pieces
when i went fully raw and uncut/

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-22-2008, 12:46 AM
show me the scroll, like ya eyes reveal ya soul
i open flows vaulting over towers/
cower beneath my feet read cha motions
wit just body language equaling the slanguage we throw/
never using my most vital darts sickly sharp enough
to just throw fists without unsheathing my sword/
peep ya movements wit just my eyes ya skills are never disguised
i've just reached my potential wit excellence over any instrumental/
crack ya dental, leave ya veins bruised once i grip you lose
steady in cruise control without expending any chakra/
document cha flows similar to notes in an opera
whether i'm under aqua, agua, water/
i'm a force to reckoned with
when ya under my slaughter/
expect a barage from without an entourage
come prepared to step in the ring/
and await cha death when i'm next to rep
destroy ya tech without even using a mech/
i cut cha tall ego into four-fifths
of what cha used to be/
don't swing against an acrane lyricist..
when i'ma usually so brutally beautiful/
i don't claim to be the nicest around
just the tightest wit the mic sound/
stranglehold cha flow like a John Woo Flick
it's miracle i didn't break ya jaw into a million pieces
when i went fully raw and uncut/

Speak ya darts outta ya mouth
Cotton picking flows referencing nothing relevant/
Malevolent thoughts brought off of EBAY
Shank those rotary flows openly delicious/
Itís atrocious when I focus flowing so dope
Its was another Mr. Holland Opus/
Visualize the Betty Crocker in those cut off jeans
Itís a rapid fire machine gun pistol Robocop shits on you/
Document pictorial wit editorial credits making ledgers
Outta prayers on the daily wit no readership you blog the shit/
Shipping it to Japan or some other unknown land
Cultural sky-base paratrooper doc doom doper pooper scoop eím/
Trample the info net wit Google and Yahoo trying eagle hook those Cadimus books
Actual facts make you Wiki the whole info like a nymph/
Pimp those pens while I shatter and crack ya benz
End cha ways depends on the notes you left after death/
I methodologically spit psychology sociology with a little psychiatry
Making nobody envy when we reference ourselves in we you see/
I cannot shift the gear spit a cold 6-pack of beer drink and entire rack in year
Over exaggeration made a man outta this piss poor nation/
Portfilo case facing the guilty party even though he didnít choose this lifestyle
Living in a dormitory wit score of horny hoes and gassly foes/
Made him the easiest target banked and cornered the market
Stocks rose fast while the NASDAQ still plummet & crashed/
Rock a mask, blast fifty split in half doom the dash damon blazing
Liar, liar ya rhyme book is on fire once bitten twice expired/

J.T.S.
01-22-2008, 08:13 AM
Speak ya darts outta ya mouth
Cotton picking flows referencing nothing relevant/
Malevolent thoughts brought off of EBAY
Shank those rotary flows openly delicious/
Itís atrocious when I focus flowing so dope
Its was another Mr. Holland Opus/
Visualize the Betty Crocker in those cut off jeans
Itís a rapid fire machine gun pistol Robocop shits on you/
Document pictorial wit editorial credits making ledgers
Outta prayers on the daily wit no readership you blog the shit/
Shipping it to Japan or some other unknown land
Cultural sky-base paratrooper doc doom doper pooper scoop eím/
Trample the info net wit Google and Yahoo trying eagle hook those Cadimus books
Actual facts make you Wiki the whole info like a nymph/
Pimp those pens while I shatter and crack ya benz
End cha ways depends on the notes you left after death/
I methodologically spit psychology sociology with a little psychiatry
Making nobody envy when we reference ourselves in we you see/
I cannot shift the gear spit a cold 6-pack of beer drink and entire rack in year
Over exaggeration made a man outta this piss poor nation/
Portfilo case facing the guilty party even though he didnít choose this lifestyle
Living in a dormitory wit score of horny hoes and gassly foes/
Made him the easiest target banked and cornered the market
Stocks rose fast while the NASDAQ still plummet & crashed/
Rock a mask, blast fifty split in half doom the dash damon blazing
Liar, liar ya rhyme book is on fire once bitten twice expired/


Rekindled flame, the mc burning light in the game..
Anointed since a new-born, to punish pawns who reign..
Re-sign from position, or fall victim to a lynching..
crash boards, barbaric wars, the warlords wisdom..
Dead man's vision, the anti-christ's fear..
I'm come in light-weight, but bars futuristic light years..
Knights scared to dungeons, hit castles foundations crumbling..
No pain guzzle the rum, time for rumbling..
Coming to leave em stumbling off the ledge for not knowing..
Crops growing, time for harvest, share what cha' holding..
Folding foes in tunnels, here's a tribute to a brute..
Brutal how i execute executioners in the vocal booth..
Troops i shoot with flaming arrows, cremating bone marrow..

KERZO
01-23-2008, 09:32 AM
Rekindled flame, the mc burning light in the game..
Anointed since a new-born, to punish pawns who reign..
Re-sign from position, or fall victim to a lynching..
crash boards, barbaric wars, the warlords wisdom..
Dead man's vision, the anti-christ's fear..
I'm come in light-weight, but bars futuristic light years..
Knights scared to dungeons, hit castles foundations crumbling..
No pain guzzle the rum, time for rumbling..
Coming to leave em stumbling off the ledge for not knowing..
Crops growing, time for harvest, share what cha' holding..
Folding foes in tunnels, here's a tribute to a brute..
Brutal how i execute executioners in the vocal booth..
Troops i shoot with flaming arrows, cremating bone marrow..

yo chief,ima get in on this...

Ayo i blow out ya flame, nothings the same since ya came
Ya lanes are lame and more boring than a golf game
Yer stuck in a gothic mind frame of thought
Where i sought to bring ma new style and leave ya distraught
I'll only battle you cos i put sheepish back on the shelf
shit, that poppa even battles against himself
And i laughed to myself when ya said ya execute fiends
ya could'nt even execute a blind budgie with special needs

lol :lmao:

J.T.S.
01-23-2008, 10:57 AM
yo chief,ima get in on this...




Ayo i blow out ya flame, nothings the same since ya came
Ya lanes are lame and more boring than a golf game
Yer stuck in a gothic mind frame of thought
Where i sought to bring ma new style and leave ya distraught
I'll only battle you cos i put sheepish back on the shelf
shit, that poppa even battles against himself
And i laughed to myself when ya said ya execute fiends
ya could'nt even execute a blind budgie with special needs

lol :lmao:


Freestyle to common's game instrumental


gorge on the unfortunate holder of the fortune..
twilight zone torching, main events i enter scorching..
Snatch a portion of the proceeds..
flow speeds leave me with nose bleeds..
No ease, winter wars, a chilling freeze for thieves..
Fall high, twisting leaves with trees..
Mountains of snow white, my nostrils the ski's..
Jump out the suit, the pump leave em slumped at noon..
Break tables because record labels loathe my pyroclastic flow..
Torture imaginations, brain fragments for cannibal decorations..
Instrumental rider, the friction from the spitting, is skin taking..
Rock a fireproof suit in hell playing chess with satan..
Big shot for the pigs chasing, know theyr'e bacon..
True to nature, indivisible disguise, nocturnal predator delight..
Slave vs. oppressor fight, the last revolutionary on the mic..
turn turnpikes to bloody roads, dusted, and disgusted as i drove..
when a line explodes, it implodes every building in your area code..

KERZO
01-23-2008, 11:35 AM
^^thats a funny ass sig,lmao...you got knocked tha fuck out,:lmao:

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-24-2008, 07:23 PM
^^thats a funny ass sig,lmao...you got knocked tha fuck out,:lmao:

YEAH THAT IS

KERZO
01-29-2008, 06:44 AM
kinda quiet in here...i think J.T.S is keeping all his spits for the flying daggers tournament,lol

J.T.S.
01-29-2008, 11:46 AM
kinda quiet in here...i think J.T.S is keeping all his spits for the flying daggers tournament,lol

I'm actually done Fam i just pm'd 44 both of my verses minute ago..

Freestyle over Gza's publicity instrumental


Hard to death when i die on the death bed it'll cause earthquake effects..
Sleep with a technique when i awake it turns to a tech..
Verbal spray clears blocks from 9to 5..
where the bee gee's grind staying alive..
Madder than a bunch of bee's that attack from the hive..
We don't strive, we are perfection..
Jesus of this rap shit, crucifying hoes with erections..
Pussy walls i break, watch snakes run for shelter..
From the forked tongue splitter, atomic bomber in ya sector..
Seed protector, pass the shovel for those who don't dig this..
flip on so many crews they call me the rap gymnist..
Handle my buisness, live this, while other wish..
Been catching wreck since Nas dropped life's a bitch..
No chains on my kneck, i'm not a slave to this materialistic shit..
I switch styles like cars switch lanes..
Go against the kid and ya remains will be found in the grain..
my niggas give me pounds for the pain..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-29-2008, 11:54 PM
I'm actually done Fam i just pm'd 44 both of my verses minute ago..

Freestyle over Gza's publicity instrumental


Hard to death when i die on the death bed it'll cause earthquake effects..
Sleep with a technique when i awake it turns to a tech..
Verbal spray clears blocks from 9to 5..
where the bee gee's grind staying alive..
Madder than a bunch of bee's that attack from the hive..
We don't strive, we are perfection..
Jesus of this rap shit, crucifying hoes with erections..
Pussy walls i break, watch snakes run for shelter..
From the forked tongue splitter, atomic bomber in ya sector..
Seed protector, pass the shovel for those who don't dig this..
flip on so many crews they call me the rap gymnist..
Handle my buisness, live this, while other wish..
Been catching wreck since Nas dropped life's a bitch..
No chains on my kneck, i'm not a slave to this materialistic shit..
I switch styles like cars switch lanes..
Go against the kid and ya remains will be found in the grain..
my niggas give me pounds for the pain..

Maybe Iím the beast from the forums boroughs
Flowing so sick I infect the least amount of people/
Killing my sales unable to make my own prequels
Like George Lucasí did so I made my own sequels/
Equal nothing less, I address the rest wit nothing but the manuscript
Egyptian hieroglyphics to Hebrew characteristics Iím all angles like a prism/
Gimme ya wisdom Iíll open the flood gates like the Matrix of Leadership
Spitting a full clip after I transform into a firearm like Megatron/
They call me the lyrical EXXON cuz Iím dead on target
Hardly profit but cha niggaz knock it from time 2 time/
Spit shine flows as I exhibit more variables
Than Sean Penn writing comical editorial articles/
See my world wide view is panoramic wit eccentric sight
Fish lens cam flowing throughout my wave length years/
Drinking beers, Heineken and coke-cola flow wit bolos in the author
Bitch hold cha polo shirt tight before my hurricane Floyd blows right off ya/
Touch me, tease me, my beats get breezy never leaving my loose-leaf
Wit these pads I punch holes through crabs and leave ya ice sickle fickle/
Frozen murals given me fake furs protests occurs
Realize through these real eyes real lies do lie/
Visionary in the name of the lord prays on the Sabbath
My raps be ravage damage emcees on the Damascus/
My raps be savage African average age blades smith these Wessonís
Giving you the lexicons in separated sections/

J.T.S.
01-30-2008, 10:27 AM
Maybe Iím the beast from the forums boroughs
Flowing so sick I infect the least amount of people/
Killing my sales unable to make my own prequels
Like George Lucasí did so I made my own sequels/
Equal nothing less, I address the rest wit nothing but the manuscript
Egyptian hieroglyphics to Hebrew characteristics Iím all angles like a prism/
Gimme ya wisdom Iíll open the flood gates like the Matrix of Leadership
Spitting a full clip after I transform into a firearm like Megatron/
They call me the lyrical EXXON cuz Iím dead on target
Hardly profit but cha niggaz knock it from time 2 time/
Spit shine flows as I exhibit more variables
Than Sean Penn writing comical editorial articles/
See my world wide view is panoramic wit eccentric sight
Fish lens cam flowing throughout my wave length years/
Drinking beers, Heineken and coke-cola flow wit bolos in the author
Bitch hold cha polo shirt tight before my hurricane Floyd blows right off ya/
Touch me, tease me, my beats get breezy never leaving my loose-leaf
Wit these pads I punch holes through crabs and leave ya ice sickle fickle/
Frozen murals given me fake furs protests occurs
Realize through these real eyes real lies do lie/
Visionary in the name of the lord prays on the Sabbath
My raps be ravage damage emcees on the Damascus/
My raps be savage African average age blades smith these Wessonís
Giving you the lexicons in separated sections/

Success is like a crash course to make it..
I vision death, no stress, labels sleep on the best..
Snipers aim for my chest, shirts wet..
car sped off, the vest protected the boss..
I figure the coke games better for Ross..
will i die in the tunnel like Diana?..
Feds take pics, studying my explosive manner..
I charge em like rock grams for this grammar..
Universally universal, memory lane my mental..
thirsty wolves plot attacks for stacks with macks..
Weapons i-raq by the bedside, writing insomnia tracks..
Enter the dragon theory, pardon the smoke, it steers me..
Courts clear me of charges, known as scars for an author..
Rejected witness protection offers, pocket church offerings..
making hoffa moves, my teamsters step on studded bling..
money ain't a thing to a seller, the heartless head swellar..
Stellar black goodfella, project cella dwellar, el lighter..
eye resembles a tiger, but i have a heart of a lion..
Sexing wifey on Mount zion, by the altar lightning striiking..
i'll die writing last breth behind the bars..
Customize the wars, double platinum without the stores..
Explore the genocide, living the hoodlife, writing comrades kites..
I'm unlike the average savage, to the game it's a lifelong marriage..
Carriage baby rappers, boasting theyr'e pre-school notions..
Nubian potion, my potent potiential causes double c4 explosions..
ladies hold me down, tools stashed as we scower battle grounds..
Hell raiser rounds, those who refuse to compromise are left undergound..
Blast my sounds in a Honda, i was trained to reign as a performer..
warn em fore the bloodshed, message sent from the thug dread..
Lady love said stay strapped and sleep with a gun in the bed..
Satan wants my head, am i headed to hell?
So many questions like freshman from Yale..
Cancell ya sitcoms, a sick don, home is megatron..
a mega-man dropping titanium bombs..

J.T.S.
01-31-2008, 09:55 AM
Hold me down Chaos.

J.T.S.
01-31-2008, 10:05 AM
Flowing so sick I infect the least amount of people/
Killing my sales unable to make my own prequels
Like George Lucas’ did so I made my own sequels/
I like this right here how every line rolls into the next..
Gimme ya wisdom I’ll open the flood gates like the Matrix of Leadership
Spitting a full clip after I transform into a firearm like Megatron/
They call me the lyrical EXXON cuz I’m dead on target
Hardly profit but cha niggaz knock it from time 2 time/
Spit shine flows as I exhibit more variables
This is live as hell too fam!!..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-31-2008, 10:48 AM
Hold me down Chaos.

i got you

J.T.S.
02-05-2008, 11:52 AM
Hit the nation with combinations, abnormal abominations
Wreckage making, giving rappers career slump like Kevin Bacon
Take it in blood, waging catastrophe internationally
Pound a pussy passionately, trap the beasts
Cattle beef herd mover, street master manuevers
Every state bombed, my force air rumors
Sauwed off shottie shooter, sword swinging tutor
Duels onlines, flying daggers hit consumers
Training commuters, speakers blown heavy bass boomer
Locked down late bloomer, slash track knucklehead
Life long supply of bread, keep every ethnicity fed
Share my favorite dread-ful darts
Reseivor dogs declaring war on sharks
Grafitti art specialist, classic like G-raps lisp
bitches i never kiss who's knows if theyv'e been guzzling kids..
Clique trapped in the maze, another puzzling trip..
Gun on the hip holder, put holes in chips on shoulders..

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-05-2008, 08:40 PM
Hit the nation with combinations, abnormal abominations
Wreckage making, giving rappers career slump like Kevin Bacon
Take it in blood, waging catastrophe internationally
Pound a pussy passionately, trap the beasts
Cattle beef herd mover, street master manuevers
Every state bombed, my force air rumors
Sauwed off shottie shooter, sword swinging tutor
Duels onlines, flying daggers hit consumers
Training commuters, speakers blown heavy bass boomer
Locked down late bloomer, slash track knucklehead
Life long supply of bread, keep every ethnicity fed
Share my favorite dread-ful darts
Reseivor dogs declaring war on sharks
Grafitti art specialist, classic like G-raps lisp
bitches i never kiss who's knows if theyv'e been guzzling kids..
Clique trapped in the maze, another puzzling trip..
Gun on the hip holder, put holes in chips on shoulders..

From now to never Iím forever shanking emcees
Down from that trodden in the never friendly skies/
My replyís go unwritten so I keep spitting, keep ripping
Finding Forever like Common, fuck the drama
It was written but never told like Nasir Jones/
I throw body blows from the kidneys to the domes
Breaking each and every nose napoleon style off the podium/
Throwing more smuck on screens like petroleum jelly
Emcees get it twisted like the ďCoca EpidemicĒ ainít for real/
Niggaz get caps peeled so often theyíre consider fruit
And all types of oranges calling on all types of swordsmen/
Iím a boardsmen slay flows on thirty-two squares & audio boards
Cut through the cords like Knights and Bishops I rip shit up/
What the fuck do I fear but god himself, I donít care about cha wealth
I got my health, and Iím in the greatest shape of my god-given life/
If you gonna strike better hit me over the plate before
I hit cha out the park like Barry Bonds & Carlos Zambrano/
We at war throwing darts galore, throw ya slights
My whites be peeped like dilated peoples/
I got sight beyond sight like the Sword of Omens
My flows are launching more artillery
Killing beats like weíre military/

KERZO
02-13-2008, 09:55 AM
I up-funk the monk and smoke a bucket with skunk
They call me the hunk hulk drunk dunking punks in car trunks
Your styles shrunk up and ducks askin was'up with ya body strut
In my city, people feel cold steel cut gut, so mouths stay shut
Scheme girl sluts emiting gluttoned smut, watch out for head-butts
I'm set like a bolt while you turn like a greased wing nut
Launching the mic of ya head which cracks like a pistachio nut
My styles uncut, while yours ends suddenly abrubt...

Bigot Hitman
02-13-2008, 10:55 AM
When my shit gets goin
These rats start tip toe'in
All wood work's peel'in
On hood turf I spit roman
Move'in like a microscopic
Pop up locness and lock up projects
Putt'in bodies into fatal cycles
From rocked up products
My slang's unknown so i talk chubaca
Loan'in lem choppers and
Teflon vests like ten whoppers
To steel faced hip lockers
To coppers i'm like a nigga wita hood
Reach'in to his waist
Misunderstood i wonder would it be hard
To pick apart
From threat to victim, instead i shoot on sight
Or lose my life
I'm always set to lift'em
Up to judgement for think'in "i thought he wasn't"
Who's fuck'in next to test'em
Check'em down wit the lead lecture
Then at least its forever in pieces i rest'em

J.T.S.
02-13-2008, 01:11 PM
I warm iit up like Kane and sheep-skin
Bamboo chopping defense, my proposals indecent
Fuck weakmen eat em like wheat thins
Happy with my lye, and the booth i don't need friends
and i don't trick-dady, bitches pay me for freaking
One eye open sleeping, cause hoes are scandulous
Besides a nut, the heats the other thang i bust
In God i trust, my reflection in the mirror
My brains a masterpiece, got enough thesis to pack a theatre
Times are getting weirder, these babies coming up are muppets
Drop jewels master tools, to leave cats blown like a trumphant
Reign triumphant, besides pumping, i'm spitting, or thumping
Cops respect mine, or they face destruction
During questioning i'm saying nothing
no brutality, or else there's causaulties
Go ahead murder me, i'll be avenged by seeds
My words up, so look to the sky and take heed
And one of my hoes are Jamacian so i don't pay for trees
Mantis prey the weak, as well as the strong
Used to be a problem child, in my pocket i carried a bong
Carried the arms, and left enemies buried while bombed

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-15-2008, 12:58 PM
Weaponry I come wit the spear of destiny
You call me everything but John Constantine/
I’m a monstrous machine coming wit the greenery
Spit it so vehemently leaving you in awe/
After you just receive my messages
From yesterdays answering machine/
So if you know what I mean
You soon shall see what I didn’t mean/
You see the man in the mirror disappears
Reappears like the spring and the winter/

Myke
02-17-2008, 12:22 AM
i got my foot in the door here at the temple of darts
joinin the ranks of all ya'll emcees explorin the arts
i got the rhymes and words that leave all ya'll jaws fallin
and i aint welcome back like katrina in n'awlins
i'm lyrical wit it, sometimes even satyrical wit it
a swarm of consonants and vowels attackin when i spit it
theres just somethin i speak that make ya'll keep comin back
like heath ledger to them pills tucked deep in his backpack


just tryin to contribute somethin...all ya'll are holdin it down in here.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-17-2008, 11:00 PM
It’s the cubical monkey drunk junky
Punch drunk drinking ink pen stinking/
Now you’re rumbling wit the African jungle gymnast
And the next generation Gorrilla Grodd in this justice arena/
My flows are odd and I got six hundred and sixty ways
Of disabling that pussy demeanor/
Play phone tag wit the crew in the mirror
After the thoughts I loot cha corpse/
I’m the remedy to all my enemies
It’s necessary to have adversaries/
In this day and age phase the rays take the case
Blaze up the place wit a smokers mentality/
Playing MK when I’m street fighting like RYU & KEN
There ain’t no end in the way I play wit minds/
Got the grind scouted heavily doubted
Rerouting ya routes around the proximity of the perimeter/
Why should I battle when I rattled that cage?
When everyone voted the other way with just one sway/
I can point out cha flaws wit easy odds my shit be carted
Leave you dusted and locked in like an Atari 800/
My pole position all requested addition spitting the wisdom
Wickedly climbing the ladder in the Congo where everyone else goes/
Flow shrouded my presence residential areas max a million
Caps are pealing swords are swinging and razors are shaving/
Weaponry behavior my raps be the poetic savoir
Major blazers phase caser wit temporal tasters/

KERZO
02-18-2008, 07:55 AM
In God i trust, my reflection in the mirror
My brains a masterpiece, got enough thesis to pack a theatre
(liked the unusual rhyming scheme that you project)


Used to be a problem child, in my pocket i carried a bong
Carried the arms, and left enemies buried while bombed
(good syllablism on this here line)



all in all a good verse as usual bro...

Heres just a lil verse i was doing last night

--------------------------------------------------------------
Obscure Thoughts

[Verse 1]

We eliminate the prey when we hunt in packs
Shape up the frame before we take the snaps
Line tracks and gum packs, attacks from the japs
Microphone wraps, bum rushing like line backs
Misinterpreted facts from inherited rats
Set apart from the cats who dress up to the max
Feelin dumb smart when their ego gets taxed
And about to get smashed when we take em to task
Undertaking dangerous missions, delegating ferocious villians
Mass destruction derbyís causing paramount collisions
Deaf listeners better listen when blind eyes begin to glisten
No dissin on stage or weíll beat ya'll into submission
Ya overshot the step, with no remarkable effect
Although we got a parable track record that most can never break
Labour, back breaking, undertaking dubious relations
With irate migrants bombed off their fragile stations


[Chorus]
Obscure thoughts connect lined dots between the few
Points of interest, when we represent Wu
We view all types of flicks, especially kung fu
So step back as we continue to search & rescue


[Verse 2)
I come in my prime, fine lines come from my grimey mind
Hailing from my UK shrine, I don a wu logo as a makeshift sign
Order a devine mind to contemplate your sudden decline
Poetic electric darts crafted outta psychosomatic vines
Ever since i was nine i had visions set further in time
Yousef styles too hard to define as they shoot up yer spine
Open ended caskets contain the remnants of a master craftsmen
Underground burial habitual serial baw flasher mashing
Hemospheres, adhere and branch out like proverbial trees
Abstractual roots for foots and wooden hands with nail leaves
Vocalisation to another nation with no relation, with time to waste
Eventually you will trace this back to the point in relative space,
All eyes will embrace any card thats dealt, But still I hold the ace
Gripping tight your emptiness like a rev on the mic, blown up face
Underlying demonic thoughts disrupt fools on site
Nothings left except the darkness of the deep night


[Chorus]
Obscure thoughts connect lined dots between the few
Points of interest, when we represent Wu
We view all types of flicks, especially kung fu
So step back as we continue to search & rescue

--------------------------------------------------------------

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-19-2008, 01:30 PM
Why not emcee I am from NYC & Upstate ya see
Just cuz I’m just sitting here typing out written
Don’t mean you can’t get in a cipher or too/
While I’m spitting like sunflower seeds ripping flipping flows
When you can put me on repeat and sit back in ya seat/
I got those flows like cigar smoke
Lose one lung ya bound to choke/
My bars are never bound to break
I break bars every time you shake/
Take a break ya rhymes are shedding skin
Like you’re just another snake/
I wait for no man to put me on
I bomb you like trains in the 80’s/
You better get cha self spayed or neutered
Cuz my shit is about to become the future/
Whatever you recite my shit rewrites despite cha highlight
I rely on flames blazing you weaklings at the gristle/
Spit it hard, soft and whatever these labels want
But fuck them and all their limited gimmicks I mimics nobody/
I grip the mic tighter than any emcee with a white lighter
Giving you knowledge like George Washington Irving/
Never am I drunk swerving I’m out maneuvering the competition
Leaving you sucker emcees stuck and out of pole position/
I can give you a cut of the lyrics I spit
But I’ll have to take stock outta records you blaze/
So don’t dare and test the best even now wit ya lame attempts
It takes better efforts to spark it so I don’t start it unless
I got the keys to spark it/

Bigot Hitman
02-19-2008, 04:28 PM
I guess i'll show these crabs how to rhyme
Check this demo its PS 1 Jampack
I'll take it back to that unmapped time
Make'in niggas react to my words
Like a "fiend cat" reacts to a "bird"
Move crowds like hitler
Convince a mass anything
Persuasion like a cobra to the fiddler
Or the fiddler to cobra, whatever the atmosphere
Writers don't practice here, i'll rain on'em like
The flood the carried noah's ark
With art like S.King,
Throw Shadows over any spot light
Get yo matches here

J.T.S.
02-20-2008, 12:56 PM
Keep the masses on smashes, the wolverine of rap clashes
Rope-a-dope style like Cassius, my figure fours the fastest
Burn a clique like i burn a spliff with inferno spits
Hardcore rappers turning bitch from the contact hits
Spray rapid, bust shots moonwalking niggas get clapped backwards
Slap herbs, snatch furs off the back of birds, splashing
Turning bodies to ashes in the midst of action
Use whips for lashing, and kitans for eye gashing
Bust shots while buses passing, the most thoro thrasher thrashing
Tommy gun packer, witness assasin, niggas rock flamingo fashions catch bashings
Running wild tactics trampling herbs ya heard the herd reaction

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-20-2008, 08:30 PM
nice verse JTS

noel411
02-21-2008, 10:33 PM
From the land of kangaroos, booze and didgeridoos,
Crews getting loose with a fridgeía cheap brews,
I arise from thick ruins with the prize like Mick Doohan,
And storm record companies, disguised as Rick Rubin,
The skyís a slick blue Ďn a breeze blows from the west,
I sit watching a wave as a spray flows from its crest,
Dressed in a vest to protect my neck and chest,
If I second guess the sun I just might come up second best,

Wreckiní decks down at Beckís itís the next wave of DJís,
These days too many shmucks are stuck in an MC phase,
I felt the flames as I sweltered up in Deltaís heat haze,
Thinkiní how it might melt the vinyl now when the final beat plays,
When a three way fued ensued on some he say she say,
Then fists started flying and applying with no de-lay,
Bodies moving in slow motion like this was an instant replay,
Then I was snapped back to reality at last by blasts of sea spray,

A sheet lays over the body of rap music,
Not dead, but thin as a toothpick, and too sick,
To fight the deadly cancer as it rages in his system,
So he seeks out worthy soldiers and finds labels to enlist Ďem,
But their assistance is too mild and resistance is futile,
As the game goes to work and leaves the victims in two piles,
One for those who flowed with the used and abused styles,
And one for those who were dozed on despite going through trials-
And tribulations when no station would embrace them,
Execs who had chased them took their contracts and erased them,
Cause they didnít have the patience to stall, or balls to face them,
So they chose to disgrace themÖ

KERZO
02-22-2008, 06:41 AM
I guess i'll show these crabs how to rhyme
Check this demo its PS 1 Jampack
I'll take it back to that unmapped time
Make'in niggas react to my words
Like a "fiend cat" reacts to a "bird"
Move crowds like hitler
Convince a mass anything
Persuasion like a cobra to the fiddler
Or the fiddler to cobra, whatever the atmosphere
Writers don't practice here, i'll rain on'em like
The flood the carried noah's ark
With art like S.King,
Throw Shadows over any spot light
Get yo matches here
I just couldnt catch the flow on this joint Bigot..It's nowhere near as good as the stuff you normally spit bro.


Keep the masses on smashes, the wolverine of rap clashes
Rope-a-dope style like Cassius, my figure fours the fastest
Fuckin killer lines here bro..you always bring ill ass imagery.


Bust shots while buses passing,
the most thoro thrasher thrashing
Tommy gun packer, witness assasin,
niggas rock flamingo fashions catch bashings
Running wild tactics trampling herbs ya heard the herd reaction
This reminds me of Busta's vocal style on tracks like "C'mon al' my niggaz"



From the land of kangaroos, booze and didgeridoos,
Crews getting loose with a fridgeía cheap brews,
I like the country profiling here,lol

The skyís a slick blue Ďn a breeze blows from the west,
I sit watching a wave as a spray flows from its crest,
Same here...good use of words.



Now on with a lil freestyle -

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five hitter splitter, never quit, spitting shit
I deal all the cards and snatch all the chips
Switchin kits like supes in Ny phones booths
Causing gusts of wind to blow off yer highest roofs

I set the example, with no thought or compassion
Smahin mics of ya dome, then start harrasin
Ya on the phone so ya act like yer not home
Kickin in yer door and set about ya with our chrome

Swords tackle broads, uppercuttin jaws, scrapin boards with claws
Raisin pyramid blocks with abstract pictures that we draw
With keyboard mic swipes all night, we grip it tight
Impervious to any threats that ya might incite

By a long shot is what you've got, and all ya need
We plot over bongs fulled to the top, with skunk weed
Never needin any help, always rhyme with supreme class
Sendin phonies to saturns belt with a shuttle blast up they ass

So we wont be seeing 'em for a while
Some mourn while were crowning a happy head smile
Violate the mic with a verbal projectile
Extreme practices permit us to be exiled

Off the isle we return rejuvinated from the spring
With tropical telescopic optics exposin hotel killer stings
We're the all singing and all dancing mic device kings
A new perception of street life, is what we try to bring

Through yer speaker sets to tear up ya dark projects
We bring education without the need for a mock test
Cos you learn from the lines, specifically tailoured to taste
We dont waste no time so fuck and make haste

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J.T.S.
02-22-2008, 11:58 AM
Big up Fam, Sheep, and Noel

Bringing down the house once i cave the roof in
Watch opponets get booed off stage, for lyric boosting
Conclusion moving mountains with mad momentum
Last man stand at attention, fists clenching due to tension
Punch victims, hump wisdoms, til they withdrawl from spitting
Splitting heads in front of feds, the loot keeps my babies fed
My influence spreads deeply, from Beantown to D.C.
A nigga with an additude, so how can i be eazy??
Sleezy slum trash bitches couldn't get a treat to tease me
I'm greasy, for sheezy, the gun cats pack be B.B.'s
Get money leave me alone(a loan) or get seen street
Once i release on a thief he's in I.C.U. for relief

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-24-2008, 03:46 AM
Big up Fam, Sheep, and Noel

Bringing down the house once i cave the roof in
Watch opponets get booed off stage, for lyric boosting
Conclusion moving mountains with mad momentum
Last man stand at attention, fists clenching due to tension
Punch victims, hump wisdoms, til they withdrawl from spitting
Splitting heads in front of feds, the loot keeps my babies fed
My influence spreads deeply, from Beantown to D.C.
A nigga with an additude, so how can i be eazy??
Sleezy slum trash bitches couldn't get a treat to tease me
I'm greasy, for sheezy, the gun cats pack be B.B.'s
Get money leave me alone(a loan) or get seen street
Once i release on a thief he's in I.C.U. for relief

Itís the masta blasta technocratic
Masquerading in ya gym locker/
Flow flicker rip mic hogger
Throw backs out like NFL Jerseys/
Emcees donít get worried
I ainít stealing your honey away/
Cascade face ya fillet my grime time
Align mind wit telepathic lines/
Predicting rhymes is my specialty
Given the proper weaponry and familiar flows/
And I can glow in the dark like Iím the Green Lantern
After facts you do the math when graffiti get graphed/
Blast off the instructs I deduct ya cost of my funds
Duck these bars and start climbing up the ladder/
I pitter patter rhyme n scatter face the fatter
Batter up Iím next to rep settle ya steps/
Whether you in cement blocks or mud made homes
I got clones all over the place like Star Wars do/
Eyes may shine, devils may grind but death will soon rise
Heaven never lies fetch the flies, Iím lord of the rhymes/
Gravitating to the bars I write magnetic intercepting any module
I come in and never coddle ya lines are weak and somewhat horrible/
Cannibalize emcees wit empathy
Weaponry be secondary /
Wit educated burials deading all these 50 emcees
Making them forty-nine causalities/
Embattled wit brail rating my levels wit chi-energy
Jack Dempsy these suckers wit sole construction/
Concussion busting mics wit solar strikes
Flaring up like flames wit more oxygen/
Consume your vitals wit diseases on beds we peeing on
Bleed cha intestines out so I can rhyme about the danger/
You fade where the beat and the vocal meet
Only producers like Primo and Madlib/
Can give me the extra umph to pump it up like Arnold
Iím cold as a savage mastering ultra kinetic packages/
Blasting multiple rhythmatic syllables giving you contusions
When Iím bruising the English language so donít drive while using/
So when I decide to rip you can call me another ripper ripping
And flipping multitudes of vocab thatíll take a stab at any man
Wit a microphone in there hand trying to be the next Stan to get canned/

Myke
02-24-2008, 12:24 PM
when i grab the mic, i open ears like gauges
elevatin your minds with rhymes and metaphors in small stages
that scrubby white boy representin the jersey slums
everybody got they piece of the pie, i'm rummagin for the crumbs
but i'm ready for whateva man wheneva the time comes
i'm just tryin to get heard and elevate my funds
so i recite these street scriputres while the beat still drums
a puppet on the string of the weed that made me dumb
my words are droppin like bombs, explode then mushroom
and leave the whole scene bloody like v tech classrooms
I aint never leavin the game, man i love this art
how the hell am i gonna stop? i aint dick cheneys heart

KERZO
02-25-2008, 07:36 AM
Hey Fam,heres a short freestyle to Mef's Uh-Huh Remix Intrumental that i just posted in my notebook...

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yeah, yo...

I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events
Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment
Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate
To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay

Crack ya dome wit the chrome batton, watch me strike ya ass home
Microphone rapping tome as i roam, holding my head as my own
Wu-Tang have shown me the unknown, spirits wrapped up in balms
Glowing in sight, testing oppresive ingenious neutralistic bombs
In futuristic qualms, we fight with the might of mecha ants enlarged
As I bombard, I leave ya scarred cos my rhymes are fully supercharged
Don't disregard my devine service or i'll catch ya mind off guard
And watch you repel cos your force is neg-a-tively charged

My main aim is to maintain my delicate state of my brain
Cos my thoughts travel faster than a japanese bullet train
Searchin terrain where i obtain the rights to conquor domains
I discover new campaigns that phonies cant seem to contain
Overshadow'in and blood damagin, breaking fools, then unraveling
Spools with tools, I break all written rules, without travelling
To any state of grace, My verses enclose my surreal magic
My life's goes from strength to steel while yours stays sad & tragic

I mock all combatants at notorious armageddon events
Trailing mellifluous grape lines that stew up and ferment
Inventing new vocal shapes for you to try to relate
To what i gotta spray, I switch poles like i'm running a relay

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Pipi Thunderfuck
02-25-2008, 08:34 AM
DONT TALK TO GOD MAN, SNAGGLE SNAP YA WORD SLANG
BING COSBY SUCKIN LOLLIES WHITE MAN, RING BACK
SLING CRACK HOMIE ROBEY LONELY BLOW ME KENOBI
STRAPPED MACKED YA MAN SACK LIKE SAND WARRIOR GARBAGE WORD!
TUEN YA PHONE DOT PUN SLUT ON YA FUN FUCK
SLANG GOD PISS ON YA GRAVE ZONE BLOOD PISS COLONE FOAM BUTTER
NUBBERJACKER FUDGEPACKER MOUTHBLASTA
CATSER CASTRO VECTER CHARTER NIG LIFE NIGGERATE STYLE NICTONE SMOKESCREEN
SANG SILENCED YA UNCLE MAGICK TEAM

WHAT!!!! WHAT!!!! YOU CANT FUCK WIT DA SLANG GOD

PIpi UP IN DIS MOFO REPRESENTIN

Pipi Thunderfuck
02-25-2008, 10:28 AM
Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher

What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God

J.T.S.
02-25-2008, 11:40 AM
Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher

What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God


Yo dude make your own thread or something cause i don't need this wack shit in mines!!

KERZO
02-25-2008, 11:53 AM
Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher

What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God

Yo dude make your own thread or something cause i don't need this wack shit in mines!!
LMAO :lmao:

J.T.S.
02-25-2008, 12:23 PM
Hazardous waste material i incinerate, biters i incriminate
Bust double barrels on brothers, menaces get the boxcutters
Smothered bodies get covered with white sheets
Remains skinned to the white meat
Using flare guns as matches to light streets
I fight weak, and strong fleets all at once
Some of those cunts tried to front, trying to buy my jums
21 jump street scum bums, running like bunnies
Their rhymes belong in the funny pages
They carry fake guns on stages
Ages are legal, catch em at the bars acting all regal
Bud light their heads in front of their shocked people
Peep hoes carrying their work always looking smoked out
Cops put em in the can caught em with the coke out
Motor mouth snitches always telling something they witnessed
Battered, then bruised idiots still begging for forgiveness
God couldn't save you even after death your'e labeled
A loser, wrong choice chooser, sent em to Medusa

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-25-2008, 07:22 PM
Leg For Your Arm Shallah Mullah Gully Brother Smother
Butter Ya Dads Cutter Left Limp Leg Rushin Poo Trflon Crime
Who Steed On Dimes Tossed From Ine Tree Power
Nig Shower Sever Flowers, 44 Angel Steps To Mr Power
In Brooklyn Baby Mother Got Game Sooo Tight, Pain On Mic Time Wipe Smile
Pipi Hittin Bong Pussy 12 Year Old Da Maximum
8 To 9 Is Cool Iam Crackin Em Flower Power Deflower Flour Heads
Thunderfuck Ya Head Cornbread 34 Street Nig Feet Tem Tweet Suite Pete Bog
Fog Smog In Your Log Cypher

What !!!!! What!!!!!! Pipi Hitten Dem Hard Lines Like Shallah Shallah Rae God

OMG this is too funny but JTS right make ya own thread duke
1

Yo dude make your own thread or something cause i don't need this wack shit in mines!!

OTB
02-25-2008, 08:00 PM
yo pipi fucknuts, stay outta J.T.S catalog with wit that wack sh-t
WD-40 sniffin mufucca

Myke
02-25-2008, 11:08 PM
lmao

Bigot Hitman
02-25-2008, 11:56 PM
I'm try'in hide my depression from my mama
Conceal'in a deep secret
Hope'in she ain't creep'in on the other line and peeps it
I'm seventeen struggle'in to keep my see-saw straight
Friends, work, school,-a three headed beast you won't fool
As i widen my circle, i lose control of my behavior
Skipp'in classes, late night car crashes, then at last its
Obvious to me that in that simple life there's no savior
Only clashes between hated good and loved madness
I get the blame'in,
Maybe my dad could have guided me through explain'in
Instead of gett'in thrown in this fire with smoke rain'in
But my siblings came up with out theirs, thats my inspiration
Watch'in steps they took and take
Learn'in how they shook the snake
I think i'm see'in my way, move'in aside blockades suround'in me
At the same time those road blocks are talk'in down on me
I'm tired of the verbals,
I wanna take it to the top and end it quick
You realize a picture and frame ain't always right just when it fits
Fuck it, i don't got the time to be mad at the world
Try to let issues pass by, and when the pistols blast, cry
I'm feel'in the pressure more as i bottle it up
Flipp'in when i get pushed over the edge of a black hole
I fall in it but,
I'm find'in new ways to pull myself out
Its like beacons of light, when i'm lost in a dark sea of doubt
Self motivation'll pull me through, no more wish'in i could be you
Choose'in my own trails to follow with only a couple role models
I see the callow, makes me want to offer my little point of view
But even if they think about it, its gone after a joint or two
That just adds wood to my flame,
This crazy shit makes it hard to aim sane
But i'ma make my self more than equal
As they play that same game
Which is a shame, my upcome'in molded my brain's frame
And i'ma fill it up with what all i need to maintain
Its time to change

KERZO
02-26-2008, 05:12 AM
JTS, ya better watch or your thread will get corrupted by assholes like pipi thunderfuck or ball-lickers like sheepish....:mexico:

J.T.S.
02-26-2008, 11:46 AM
I get bitches buns abundantly, bone em adamantly
Aggressive dime aggressor, the diva dime undressor
Sex successor, put em to sleep when i apply the pipe pressure
Treasure the moment, and momentum..the vagina carresor, and blessor
a kodak moment to picture, the big booty twister
Best friend boned his sister, she gave my cock blisters
Sex lasted longer than bible scriptures, didn't kiss her
Don't know where her mouth been, ya'll know women
And what they like to get in, me tricking that's forbidden
And good riddance if my family jewels are ever bitten
Leave her smitten after i'm done hitting, i guess i'm unforgiven
I don't throw g(game) but when theyr'e at the lab they start stripping
I start tripping, which leads to foreplay and clothes ripping
i'm not a pimp, but somehow i make these hoes give in
And don't give em a cent, but my sweaty ball scent
If she's a duck first i gotta get bent before i bend her over
And if the clit smells like sewage the bitch get kicked the fuck out my rover

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-26-2008, 05:54 PM
JTS, ya better watch or your thread will get corrupted by assholes like pipi thunderfuck or ball-lickers like sheepish....:mexico:

yo Ferm what's cha problem son, i have mutual respect for cats on here whom i admire there work so why you hatin i never swung a dart your way so why the hate son

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-26-2008, 07:17 PM
Gimme a good beat put the shit on repeat
And watch me show yall who’s sane like Hussein/
Blazing flows laying low collapsing domes wit dope flows
While yall are busy blowing smoke and mirrors/
I’m appearing vicious wit swords that never switches
Spit it delicious while yall emcees are just cheese cake for Diddy to remake/
I break any band made with approiated aide and sufficient funds
I run the throne wit arms and hammers without all the glitz and glamour/
Slam dance jam ya mama wit the dick I used on ya sister
Spit wicked ham hawk kick it while fixing the ticket/
Flip those gimmicks wit local limits pass imposing threats
Giving you thoughts without shedding light on what he or she bought/
I’m undetectable like any paradox you cannot pick pocket
Or mock the science behind it when you rewind it/
So when ya crack the bank and make like a bandit
I’ll come claim it like lottery winnings recently/
Spit it so vehemently you emcees can’t even meet with me
Publicly your all fat bastards like Mike Myers/
Come to perform, ya prayers are
Like Ben Stiller on Meet the Parents/
I battled in the tourney and lost but
I didn’t loose my pride instead I got wise/

KERZO
02-27-2008, 04:45 AM
i'm just pulling yer chain sheepish...its all good bro :mexico:

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-27-2008, 04:32 PM
i'm just pulling yer chain sheepish...its all good bro :mexico:

NO HARD FEELINGS FERM

Myke
02-27-2008, 11:19 PM
fixate ya eyes on these words that are just free flowin
and im typin up these verses, i could keep on goin
i got nothin better ta do so i just keep on showin
these crabs how to rhyme, fuck all dat silence is golden
my vocabulary fill ya heads to they maximum capacity
who's steppin to Toxin? no ones got the audacity
I'm that kid from the jerz, i stay droppin them verses
all of the top of my head, i got no time to rehearse this
free form lyrics with no form at all
sprayin and disinfectin hip hop like some verbal lysol

J.T.S.
02-28-2008, 02:44 PM
No emotions when I'm roasting camps on open fires
Tree toking sire any opposing rhymer gets lit with this lighter
Doing fatalities tired, hit man for higher that left em fatally fired
No umpires in my empire i rule with a fist made of iron
Easily wrecking shit, while others trying, face the lion
King of the jungle rhyming, spectacular styles from the stallion
Blunt smoker like Ticallion, my tree bags got crowds whyling
When i get brains is the only time i'm smiling
Besides supplying fiends with green, i give em gangrene
When i die my documentary will be the game's theme
Spray em with this M-16 while theyr'e doing the shoulder lean

J.T.S.
03-02-2008, 06:57 PM
Return of the majestic, well respected, in the hood i got stripes like leopardsFuck a team, my guns have me well protected, ya'll slugs are interceptedDimes follow me like sheep follow the shepard, fuck chics by the flocksLove my peoples, but i won't hestiate to shoot a cop like Pac didMy drops hit harder than drop-kicks, plus they get toxicPack an Ox big, we can shoot it out, or polliticNiggas on my block sick, they'll chop ya like some rocks kidHate to be violent, but when i blaze, shots hit hearts quickNever was a thug, but pops said i was hard, never gave him a hugOne day he beat my mother over drugs she flushed, my right hook rocked his mugJust how it is living in the heart of the city there's no love

Bigot Hitman
03-02-2008, 09:52 PM
Me and my niggas is cold, but we don't know a freeze'in point
That boil'in point,
Is always close just like the holy ghost//
On any "corner" we "demand attention"
Cuz we all jerry rice status
Pioneers that re-uped during suspensions//
We stick together like a school of fish
But don't need strength in numbers
One on one barber battles, call it the duel of "clips"//
Lay'in my rules down on green paper
Spit in all out reach'in hands
Then back to the ranch where we wrestle gators//
Not the typical type, i was do'in right
But saw death and turned left
Felt like pedometers was quickly count'in my last steps//
Now i move with out fear,
The top of the food chain herbivore, smoke'in
Like i need weed to breathe
Locked in eye for eye murder wars//
Ain't no sunny skies in this underwater cave
If the rain comes tomorrow...
We bout flood it, and the leave the clouds blooded
With out sorrow//
I will turn yo gun to yo own fam, its like Rawanda
Brothers kill'in they sisters
Mother's they husbands
Axe in yo back from the arm of yo closest cousin//

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-02-2008, 10:50 PM
Iím the Carmello Anthony to this
Emcees continuing to spit itÖÖ
So legit and not so exquisite/
I recluse to lose refuse to get booed
My flows ainít no fluke or a joke
Iím a just juke eím out their shoes/
Whenever I bar write itís a eulogy
Giving you the blues to be/
Becoming to not so becoming
My lyrics drum up patterns
So sick you couldn't replicate/
While you speculate I emulate and
Renovate while they end cha wait/
My drought be clouds moving
Evaporating into rain drops/
After you freeze I continue to burn like acid rain
Took the name from the flavor of my unit/
Technocratic, we recruit itÖ.
While yall just dispute it justÖ.
Like top 10 lists of whoís the best/
Unlisted gifted limited
When Iím unequivocal lyrical/
Yall cats canít get the coaches
To adapt to the players sensibility/
So you try and attack their creditability
Similar to Bill Cunningham at a McCain rally/
Youíre points are valid but nothing but rabid
Flip flop ya views like most republicans do/
Why do I have to cannibalize the bars and flows?
And eat you up like Iím Lord of the Flies/
Or place you in the pits of tarderus
And watch these creatures naw at cha soul
Forever everÖ.forever everÖ. /

SKAMPOE
03-02-2008, 11:48 PM
Notionz Of DemonS Infiltrate God Bodys Since Da Begining Of Time,
5% Nigga Still Drinkin Wine From Da Blood Of That Swine,
I Heard Through The Grape Vine,
Priests In Vatican City Coverin Up Sex Crimes,
While They Curse They Family Nigga I Bless Mine,
SPIT RYMES,
THAT RICOCHET THROUGH BONE LIKE TEK NINES,
So U Know My Pressence Its Felt,
Da Cards That I Dealt Was Mu Fuckin Dirty Ass Hell,
Now Niggaz Knee Deep In The Shells,
Tryna Get Cream Like When The Wu Rock Bells!


Peace

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-04-2008, 07:13 PM
Notionz Of DemonS Infiltrate God Bodys Since Da Begining Of Time,
5% Nigga Still Drinkin Wine From Da Blood Of That Swine,
I Heard Through The Grape Vine,
Priests In Vatican City Coverin Up Sex Crimes,
While They Curse They Family Nigga I Bless Mine,
SPIT RYMES,
THAT RICOCHET THROUGH BONE LIKE TEK NINES,
So U Know My Pressence Its Felt,
Da Cards That I Dealt Was Mu Fuckin Dirty Ass Hell,
Now Niggaz Knee Deep In The Shells,
Tryna Get Cream Like When The Wu Rock Bells!


Peace

Itís the 75th up on 125th
Spitting darts so fast I round 165th/
Spark ya upper lips wit a punch
So glaring ya staring at the ground/
Smash the sound clown you frown
One ounce of pain takes its name/
Given game driven rhymes living
Darken hearts wit spades to sharpen darts/
Output be dense wit an ill sense
Of flows so intense they cause aneurisms/
Weaponry precise wit rice I eat emcees up
Like women who like to crunch ice/
Written in flight mach 5 driven rode glow
Shark bite Michael jack those bars/
Wit hasten horrors I leave chopped and faded
Swift wit boats from quotes and points like a barber/
No one lines lighter wit fireproof dirty bomb enough ammo
Give me rhythm and charms checking alarms/
Ring the bell fights go well wit skills we excel
Like spreadsheets and PowerPointís on MS DOS/
Cost cha whole fortune importing important documents
Wit docking bays that ainít even mp3 worthy/
I spit it curvy vivacious wit aces up my sleeve
Relieve these generals over everything with one sneeze/
So I breeze quick off a track like The Flash
Carrying orbs around me like Mr. Terrific/
Itís so perfect I work wit sharp harps
Stringing slivers into your liver/
No arrows I still make ya veins quiver
Now these emcees try stand n deliver/

J.T.S.
03-05-2008, 09:37 PM
Words written become real life situationsYa'll drive vehicles, i use mental transportationMeditation for stimulation in the dojo surrounded by SatanCritics hating, and rating these rhymes i'm makingHalf the games fake friends, only out for ya endsDemanding that you kep em finacially stableIf theyr'e willing, and able they'll lay-low, hit ya head above it's a hayloSo cold the wind blows , looking out my project windowsWatching fiends spend doe, and so many selling their soulsConsidered by society as zeros, but to the seeds a heroGrowing idolizing Robert Deniro, i fear no human i'm inhumaneWalk on blocks so hot they couldn't be put out with rain

SKAMPOE
03-05-2008, 10:10 PM
Itís the 75th up on 125th
Spitting darts so fast I round 165th/
Spark ya upper lips wit a punch
So glaring ya staring at the ground/
Smash the sound clown you frown
One ounce of pain takes its name/
Given game driven rhymes living
Darken hearts wit spades to sharpen darts/
Output be dense wit an ill sense
Of flows so intense they cause aneurisms/
Weaponry precise wit rice I eat emcees up
Like women who like to crunch ice/
Written in flight mach 5 driven rode glow
Shark bite Michael jack those bars/
Wit hasten horrors I leave chopped and faded
Swift wit boats from quotes and points like a barber/
No one lines lighter wit fireproof dirty bomb enough ammo
Give me rhythm and charms checking alarms/
Ring the bell fights go well wit skills we excel
Like spreadsheets and PowerPointís on MS DOS/
Cost cha whole fortune importing important documents
Wit docking bays that ainít even mp3 worthy/
I spit it curvy vivacious wit aces up my sleeve
Relieve these generals over everything with one sneeze/
So I breeze quick off a track like The Flash
Carrying orbs around me like Mr. Terrific/
Itís so perfect I work wit sharp harps
Stringing slivers into your liver/
No arrows I still make ya veins quiver
Now these emcees try stand n deliver/

sorrounded by the gods and the pharraos,
razah sharp claw of the hawk carvin ya ass like a helpless sparrow.
infectious rymez through they ear penetrate deep in dey bone marrow,
poisonous arrow,
shot by the bow of the archer,
whistle throught the air fa a second b4 the cranium fracture,
n make ur brain mineral leak outta ya skull,
bodie gets cold from the lost of the soul,
written as truth n as a lie it was told,
behold,
satan the romantic here brought down by his pride,
wing span wide,
given the advantage to glide through the sky!!

J.T.S.
03-06-2008, 04:35 PM
Murder team mascots with mad thoughts, and inferno darts
Journals dropped, every other day, a cat in my way catch a shot
Never respected cops, hop out my whip inspecting spots
Rap-a-lot, no longer cooking crack in pots
Straps i pop, bringing turbulence to streets, watch busses stop
I bust on blocks, bystanders scatter, enemies pockets robbed for knots
Top gun, native hot son, putting chrome rims on a Datsun
Shotgun rock slums, crazy diesil like Mike Tyson, and M.Bison
Live one, catching wreck over fly drums, kick hoes out after eye cum
Chop ya hand off, trying to guzzle my rum, i'll probably die young

J.T.S.
03-06-2008, 08:20 PM
Cipher of the vaticans, conquering meridians
Sorry to life hustlers that'll never live to make a-million
4 devil feelings i felt on my way in my building
Tired of chilling, warring with steel holding chameleons
Spilling brew from the bottle, a ghetto dedication to friends
High singing hyms, on tv plays the wire
struggling workers tired, the hoods hotter than that imaginary lake of fire
Some of my people expired, others living zombies, ghetto vampires
Admired messiahs assanated by the illuminati
Death to the un-godly, cops beating kings like Rodney
The blind shall see the wicked rulers perish
As men become pets like gerbils, and ferrets
Broke with no family inheritance to inherit
So life's a bitch, cater to it and bear it
Skin tearing anger, ducking gunfire from strangers
Hard to maintain a positive outlook, when your considered a crook
People shook to look, the angrry crab made it out the barrel
So give up the goods, to the no good hood pharoah
Or get dealt with quick, with golden spears, and flaming arrows

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-07-2008, 04:27 PM
Open your mind game cocked my flow knocks
Like an AR-15 when ya shot/
Now you spark flares trying to get a stare
Multiplicity giving e’m ultimatums
When you bate and switch e’m/
I prison them in prisms
Wicked wit the wisdom/
I’m the last son of the sand
Cuz the last shall be first/
Unearth the turf spark ya heart
Dwarf the carpet baggers with nothing
But haggler arms bagging bonds/
Capricorn astral promises rap convinces them of….
This cancerous emcee of spreading this lethal disease/
So wit cha non sestina essential lines I get wicked at times
So if you got average rhymes get cha average time on the mic/
Watch me strike the lighter and fuel the furnace wit an ill bunsen burn
Gases you try n replicate is like styles you attempt to duplicate and fail/
Read cha mind wit skills of brail
And drink ya body’s chemicals like pale ale/

SKAMPOE
03-07-2008, 04:27 PM
asi que mira pendejo tu no te metas con migo,
ati te figo el hombligo,
te creas mucho enemigo,
la tiraera la sigo,
con tigo yo la termino,
a tu escuadron extermino,
me disen el asesino!!

SKAMPOE
03-07-2008, 04:40 PM
as they walk through the grave yard scared to look down.
thinkin at any moment rotted hands can pop out the ground,
grabbin their feet,
draggin em deep,
into the earths soil,
suckin the juice out of a highly infected boil,
aluminum foil,
wont keep da flesh from rotting,
viruses leaked through leaving no chance at reformatting,
evil desires for hells fire,
to scorch the skins of kings like chicken craclings hung from wires,
the undead makin their way out the grave,
with hidden ayendas for they are satan's slaves,
and its blood that they crave.
leaving dead carcasses on the road that they paved,
for the rest of the rest of the dark army to follow suit,
in hot pursuit,
only thing left is da bloody print of a timberland boot,
bringin em back to where da tree kept the root,
single file march hyponotized by the sound of my flute!

OTB
03-08-2008, 11:59 PM
a biterz a deadman, i'm droppin shellz like skampoe'z sig
the rimez i write iz tighter than the headband on Rambo'z wig
i'll draw first blood every goddamn time without fail
they all saw the hearse wind thru the hood got ya famz 'bout to wail

SKAMPOE
03-09-2008, 08:24 PM
as the leaves stand still,
wit da coldest wind chill u could feel,
base head packin da glass dick wit da crill,
grippin da steel reppin da real,
from da top of the GENCHAT HILL,
to the TEMPLE OF DARTS,
showin these crab niggaz how i do 4 da love of da art,
but ya'll dont wunt me to start,

J.T.S.
03-10-2008, 10:32 AM
Another day lyrically deep sea diving
Underwater rhyming, aquaman shining
Lines rip through linen, defining splits
Fuck a deal i'm not signing shit
Minds like whips, horsepower hits
In motion spits, provoking fits
Smoking cliques, move, and stick
Patridge family killer kid
breakfast miller, and a spliff
Running ya lips, gunning ya wig
Sonning ya bitch, breaking ya ribs
Give her a ton of this dick
Nothing but clips 4 the pigs
Master the mix, prequel prefix
See kicks, speeds quick
Duck run the mega-bucks
in the shade, stands the shady one corrupt
High, and drunk, staggering in the cut
High performance nut buster
Ya ladies my cum guzzler
She holding my pieces, know to puzzle you

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-10-2008, 03:55 PM
Cash crop props drops
My Maxi CD knocks so my stock stops/
Cancerous apparatus as I’m the baddest
Raddest emcee to ever touch a mic/
I’m a Jamaica, Queens Native
Coming so creative I dated the Matrix/
Aesop to rocking koch my flows shocked
So I electrified my lines wit barb wire busty beauties/
I screw these hoes like flows I covet
Rise about it, so I die below it/
As I grew up they grew down
Once I got clowned and broke my frown/
Took my smile back like I’m Big Papi up to bat
Hit cha out the park like Carlos Delgado/
Now that’s playing lotto full throttle
I’m off the nozzle wit more frazzle dazzle/
Giving you orgasmic camera angles
Wit panoramic views I see you, do you see me/
I bang hoes on the bus like bang bros
My flows clone up on star wars drones/
Take the throne next to home I roam
I’m a rock fly telephone home guy/
So don’t ask why I rhyme just know
I shine when I rhyme/

J.T.S.
03-12-2008, 01:18 PM
Doomsday for the grooms graves
Shrooms chewed, and crews blazed
Operation change the face, facials shaved
Enemy of the mind-states
Rhyme sprays raise crime rates
I grind great, fiends preying 4 snow flakes
Drop jakes while they eating stakes
Learned from mistakes
Hunger is endless, everyday bellyaches
Caught a case over cake, these are the breaks
Bottom of the barrel race
Murals made for racers erased
Heaven's sakes, these hissing bar snakes
J.T.S. codename Danguard Ace
On the run without my shoes laced
In the studio i never redo takes
Hate people 2 faced, coming 2 ways
Show love, or tools graze
Life is a true maze, some of my fam still slaves
To the ways of the world
Diamonds, and pearls for my babygirl
Queens hair nappy, no artificial permed curls

SKAMPOE
03-12-2008, 02:23 PM
Naasty^^^^^^





Over Here Dog! Aint Nobody Snappin N Poppin,
We On Sude Of The Crib Cocken Backen Da Glocken,
N Stoppin,
Their Wak Rymes From Hitten Da Air Wave,
16s Cause Cassulties Like A Fuckin Grenade,
Kickin Down Doors Like Da Jake On A Raid,
2 Get Payed,
By Any Means Necessary,
Brown Paper Bag 2 Carry Da Legendary,
Tool Dat Sends Em Straight To Da Cemetary,
Is Kinda Scary,
How I Mentally Disable My Opponents Components,
Like A Cat Wit Razor Sharp Claws Dat Cuts Through The Rodents!

Max Munch
03-12-2008, 10:59 PM
My target's torn when I grip the pen & conjure storms
There's something wrong with me like mother & daughter porn
Or the children who go out at night and walk the corn
Eye on the time, drinking OJ, watching Clockwork Orange

KERZO
03-13-2008, 07:10 AM
Post up in close up, below zero flow, all foes froze up
Get down duck buckshots, making the band killer Diddy popped
No pity cops faces blown with gritty glocks
Fuck a shitty watch, reps big like titties hot
Electrify avenues, anyone 3 feet of me shocked
I might hop off the scotch, and shoot a cat in his crotch
3 deep like the Lox, beat em with locks before they grab the ox

nice swift verse JTS...

Ayo...

I repel ghosts while you get diagnosed as the intermediate host
Your wigs splitting while Iím spitting this 200th dart post
I suppose I better speak in infere codes for you to hear
Cos 5% of us canít convey this cipher to ya ear

Your lax tracks are devils flax, your act is apparently slack
You'll dred when i hit ya on the head with my micolden golden axe
I'm the witty Glasgow rapper slapping councillors off of committees
Twinning cities while humming pretty little hip hop ditties

Tell Louise to get the cream cheese, I know that bitch tease
She's Maltese, she squeezes me til I can hardly fuckin breathe
Conquering seas to appease these niggaz standing at ease
Hell youíre so demented you invented huntington's disease

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-13-2008, 05:28 PM
Yo Ferm,max,skampoe All Holding It Down

And Jts Stay Bringing Fire........i'm Come Through With Something Torturous

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-13-2008, 05:47 PM
Another day lyrically deep sea diving
Underwater rhyming, aquaman shining
Lines rip through linen, defining splits
Fuck a deal i'm not signing shit
Minds like whips, horsepower hits
In motion spits, provoking fits
Smoking cliques, move, and stick
Patridge family killer kid
breakfast miller, and a spliff
Running ya lips, gunning ya wig
Sonning ya bitch, breaking ya ribs
Give her a ton of this dick
Nothing but clips 4 the pigs
Master the mix, prequel prefix
See kicks, speeds quick
Duck run the mega-bucks
in the shade, stands the shady one corrupt
High, and drunk, staggering in the cut
High performance nut buster
Ya ladies my cum guzzler
She holding my pieces, know to puzzle you

WERE YOU LISTENING TO LUPE FIASCO'S THE COOL WHEN U WROTE THIS IT HAS THE GO-GO GADGET STYLE 2 IT

J.T.S.
03-14-2008, 11:45 AM
Naw, i was actually listening to Sean Price's "Master P" mixtape!

J.T.S.
03-14-2008, 12:02 PM
Ayo...

I repel ghosts while you get diagnosed as the intermediate host
Your wigs splitting while Iím spitting this 200th dart post
I suppose I better speak in infere codes for you to hear
Cos 5% of us canít convey this cipher to ya ear

Your lax tracks are devils flax, your act is apparently slack
You'll dred when i hit ya on the head with my micolden golden axe
I'm the witty Glasgow rapper slapping councillors off of committees
Twinning cities while humming pretty little hip hop ditties

Tell Louise to get the cream cheese, I know that bitch tease
She's Maltese, she squeezes me til I can hardly fuckin breathe
Conquering seas to appease these niggaz standing at ease
Hell youíre so demented you invented huntington's disease
That shit's ill Fam!!


Tell the judge my hammer holding reasons "Burning Season.."
Feel the breeze as we contend, til i bring degrees in..
Leave with the leaves and i'm the new leader of ya team slim..
Chances are you'll run up on my car, to get blown out the perimeter..
win, or lose i'm star, super sinister, murderous microphone rap minister..
Benching a bunch of weight in the tri-states, for weed smoking listeners..
Kicking that hardness that'll deflate soccer balls..
Sock ya jaws with a sock full of pool balls..
I'm too raw, half the time, if i'm not spitting i'm cheffing..
And i'm not raekwon with linx, but for the flow i receive Cuban blessings..

Father N Dangerous
03-15-2008, 04:49 AM
good shit from the lion King ya know feeling it really alot of thought and time wen't in these i can tell. and if not..then even better :o

Show These Crabs, who Flow they Won't Advance to go
So Perhaps They'd Know, they should Turn Back Be-FORE
they get Broke Fast and No, i dont mean There Cash n Dough
Takes Obedience and Discipline, followed by Immediate Listenin'
if im not Being Specific Then, u need to be Reading It Again
have a Unique Style, Master the Technique with Each Vowel
Mastery will never be Complete, always more room for Mastering

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-15-2008, 08:05 PM
Slap box iron ox
Flow swift like a fox/
Master style given the right moxy
Lock on you sight scoping target eloping/
Beat smoking MPC roasting
Now emcees are cloaking/
Iím a jungle doper
Cold handler/
Bars smuggler
Vowel juggler/
Microphone handler
Rhyme damager actual fact manager/
Rapid fire photo caption
Blast off when reactions/
Stacking lacking movements
I improve it like the glossy on Photoshop
Wit my notable drops we pop like corn/
Swift swarm coming clam match palms
Slice through ya bandwidth wit skills that stand swift/
Gifted drafting John McCain a hundred years mirror bashing
Floss your cash off when ya gums bleed ya get numb from trees/
Read cha users manual my raps be Samuel jacking you
This isnít no pulp fiction incarnation coming at you/
This is hidden leaf village ill wit skills that pillage
Scrimmaging wit the innocent using the remnants/
As weapons divide cha teams into equal parts and sections
I shine wit hand crafted weapons leaving you depleted easily/

OTB
03-15-2008, 09:51 PM
^improved like glossy on photoshop
cleanse perspectives like corrective lenses
super-human cyborg skillz like RoboCop
negatively affectin' the most recent emcee census





h ha, OTB - Live and Uncut
what up JTS, what up Sheepish Lord-

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-16-2008, 04:11 PM
^improved like glossy on photoshop
cleanse perspectives like corrective lenses
super-human cyborg skillz like RoboCop
negatively affectin' the most recent emcee census





h ha, OTB - Live and Uncut
what up JTS, what up Sheepish Lord-

shit just maxing n rhyming i guess great minds think alike

J.T.S.
03-17-2008, 10:32 AM
good shit from the lion King ya know feeling it really alot of thought and time wen't in these i can tell. and if not..then even better :o

Show These Crabs, who Flow they Won't Advance to go
So Perhaps They'd Know, they should Turn Back Be-FORE
they get Broke Fast and No, i dont mean There Cash n Dough
Takes Obedience and Discipline, followed by Immediate Listenin'
if im not Being Specific Then, u need to be Reading It Again
have a Unique Style, Master the Technique with Each Vowel
Mastery will never be Complete, always more room for Mastering


Peace Wn'D where u been fam? Long time no hear from Thanx 4 blessing my thread!

Make rappers swallow the hollowhead slugs
My bullets the worst thing to hit feet since Lugz
Black bug with the buzz, holding the grudge tools
Snubbed dudes abandon rap, and join rock crews
Block lose rep points, getting knocked out shoes
beefs get de-fused, besides teeth punks got nothing to lose
Except respect, bitches, and ya short term riches

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-17-2008, 10:14 PM
Peace Wn'D where u been fam? Long time no hear from Thanx 4 blessing my thread!

Make rappers swallow the hollowhead slugs
My bullets the worst thing to hit feet since Lugz
Black bug with the buzz, holding the grudge tools
Snubbed dudes abandon rap, and join rock crews
Block lose rep points, getting knocked out shoes
beefs get de-fused, besides teeth punks got nothing to lose
Except respect, bitches, and ya short term riches

A SHORT VERSE NAH MEAN............

I chose the flows of Rakim, Nasir Jones & Erick Sermon
To give me that burn so I can learn to flow like them/
In the end I mimic them while develop my skill then
Spitting relentless wit endless delay so I can spray/
Egsnay of the flow yeah run yall lames outta the cage
And back to the stage so you see how wack you are/
Whether you backpack or rap attack you get tape smacked
Regurgitate my flow and youíll know what a shark biter knows/
So when this lion is ripping you lassieís a new asshole
Yall points of view will be significant as a small glass bowl/
Iím cruel and cold as hell is hot and terror face the fever
I rather become a believer than to sell my soul to you/

KERZO
03-18-2008, 07:17 AM
nice swift verse JTS...

Ayo...

I repel ghosts while you get diagnosed as the intermediate host
Your wigs splitting while Iím spitting this 200th dart post
I suppose I better speak in infere codes for you to hear
Cos 5% of us canít convey this cipher to ya ear

Your lax tracks are devils flax, your act is apparently slack
You'll dred when i hit ya on the head with my micolden golden axe
I'm the witty Glasgow rapper slapping councillors off of committees
Twinning cities while humming pretty little hip hop ditties

Tell Louise to get the cream cheese, I know that bitch tease
She's Maltese, she squeezes me til I can hardly fuckin breathe
Conquering seas to appease these niggaz standing at ease

Hell youíre so demented you invented huntington's disease



That shit's ill Fam!!


Tell the judge my hammer holding reasons "Burning Season.."
Feel the breeze as we contend, til i bring degrees in..
Leave with the leaves and i'm the new leader of ya team slim..
Chances are you'll run up on my car, to get blown out the perimeter..
win, or lose i'm star, super sinister, murderous microphone rap minister..
Benching a bunch of weight in the tri-states, for weed smoking listeners..
Kicking that hardness that'll deflate soccer balls..
Sock ya jaws with a sock full of pool balls..
I'm too raw, half the time, if i'm not spitting i'm cheffing..
And i'm not raekwon with linx, but for the flow i receive Cuban blessings..

Cool flow fam...just a ill freestyle to Brooklyn Babies

I take off the No.1 cloth headband and bust off
Then I dust off your sciptures like a monestary moth
Your stuck in the war, getting saved by the red cross
Thread boss, Your geting chopped at like lacrosse
I toss haterz off the block and set up the rigs
With unbiased gilding of mics, I wet the driest lips
No slip-ups, I disrupt the negative force
Before I run yer ass off the racetrack concourse...

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-18-2008, 10:20 PM
A Freestyle to "Watch Ur Mouf"

Drift through the beats
Like I’m Akira in Neo Tokyo/
Flowing dope cloudless
Hound founds round off ya nails/
Cut, claw through boroughs like sergeants and generals
We always looking for minerals like gold and silver/
Iller when we willing weaponry that don’t sing
Ringing bells excelling past your Sprints and Nextel’s/
I chime lines through sequential instrumentals
Taking out you replicas without all the melodrama/
I down trodden you weak rap rhymers without style
You still biting what cha not even writing/
Now I’m scraping with you sucker emcees
Got them Shazzam Bangles dinging wit bullets ricocheting/
Yall wonder twin punks I dunk balls higher than any tower
Crack ya liberty bell wit lighting bolts/
Striking a 1,000 jolts of ill voltage that needs
No government postage after roastage/
Closed casket Dubai pastor raster farther fatter
Now I’m rapping in more patterns that scattagories can category/
You know my story went from a tracheotomy to diabetic treatments
To lyrical theories inspired by the G-Host of all folks, you know I’m dope/

J.T.S.
03-21-2008, 10:31 AM
I chastise, and track glide with raps live
Coke rap connects die, once fury darts fly
Outrageous live living, styles got ladies grinning
Spider web spinning webs, to catch biters of renditions
Famous additions, i add on precision, precise vision
Spitting addiction convictions, convicts i vic and charge in prison
Respect my chemistry, waves in the scalp like the seas
Short verse crafter, analize the pen motion, and delivery
Lyrically a disease, or outbreak, when i bust the earth quakes
Vibrates, shakes, and breakes, i break em off great
Escape feasting on Cod in the Cape, enemies slayed
Styles give reasons of doubt, still i'm coming of age

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-22-2008, 02:55 PM
Run for the gun
I sweep for my sword/
Cut cha cord quick, sleek and leave ya dripping
Now I’m dipping into bleak areas too hard to see/
Now I can read cha thoughts like Professor X & Jean Grae
My flow fish fillets emcees before they start to flutter and blaze/
Gaze into to my eyes realize you have been hypnotize
By the Multiplicity Man extra hands like doppelgangers/
Cram for the test address me as Techno Quest
I’m illest when I shape change face rearrange/
And eat cha brains out like zombies do ya dome pieces
Leaving this planet in more terror than a Robert Rodriquez flick/
So when I spit I speak reek ya team wit wishes fishing for dishes
Slice ya wig like gene therapy so if you haven’t heard of me/
Then you know of me by the website and the Walter Cronkite references
Efforts be gray matter scattergory told cha story/
Afforded me mention wit sentences ended relentless
Now I’m approaching the balcony of this hip hop shit/
Rip it so furious I leave y’all nervous when I verbalize
My thoughts that tend to paralyze as you try and exercise/
Those muscles when we scuffle I tusle and break another blood vessel
Archibald crush cold flush flows out the realm of the skills you know/
Grow your ass outta the concrete just like Ashanti’s last LP
My shit be swelter the hot streets when the heat beats/
I read the sunz of man first album on lyric sites
Rewrite cha mind like a typical hard drive/
And re live multiple lives wit distant minds
Once I grip the mic I begin to rip like rip/

KERZO
03-25-2008, 03:17 AM
I chastise, and track glide with raps live
Coke rap connects die, once fury darts fly
Outrageous live living, styles got ladies grinning
Spider web spinning webs, to catch biters of renditions
Famous additions, i add on precision, precise vision
Spitting addiction convictions, convicts i vic and charge in prison
Respect my chemistry, waves in the scalp like the seas
Short verse crafter, analize the pen motion, and delivery
Lyrically a disease, or outbreak, when i bust the earth quakes
Vibrates, shakes, and breakes, i break em off great
Escape feasting on Cod in the Cape, enemies slayed
Styles give reasons of doubt, still i'm coming of age

Liking the flow fam..

i'll get that thread made up tomorrow bro cos im busy as a chinese factory worker the day..heres a quick verse for ya though chief..


I disect the dialect and inject a new spec
In effect, I select only niggaz that get wrecked
Uppin the rep, I project only mecha tech class
Getting hit full blast, shootin fast the tear gas

Kidnap yer family then post ya their limbs
Using the ransom to pay for 40 pairs of timbs
Then i make yer mom come with my infernal rap tongue
Dames hung from beams like I was born the rippers son

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-26-2008, 12:13 AM
I got flows that don’t need reattribute’s
I deposit lines in ya mind replace e’m wit memories of nada/
I run through you crabs in the jungle
Whizzing on kids wit the bundle/
Tunnel through trouble
Watch me rumble/
Gumshoe flash foot blast ya boots
Mask moving schooling you dopes/
Rope chokes fools leave these Bloks
On the pole wit fighters divide by 8/
Greatly under appreciated now that I’ve made it
Game it controlling you suckers like Shao Kahn/
Drop bombs you and ya mans
You don’t got plans to run the crew/
I display views panoramic
Get cha rear view skewed/
Debunk ya darts wit
Hammers in ya heart/
After facts I mash graphs wit tactical retreats
Defeating the enemies wit the sun behind my back/

J.T.S.
03-29-2008, 11:23 AM
Ready aim fire scatter brain fragments all over the train
Here's a toast to the game, shit on my name get smoked in the rain
Cats ain't gangsters simple and plain, their sell-outs for fame
They ain't never held heaters or sold cocaine
You ain't bodied a roach, approach the coach exit the game
Can't go to the hood ya block is ashamed
Saying you bust gats, u cats can't even aim
Take off that gold chain, or get found slain
You and your dame, she got gang-banged
Type a chic my crew hit, and run train
Put ya'll frames in the grain, after i set em a flame
Your'e so worthless, nobody gave a fuck to find a person to blame
I know where these herbs hang, any none of em slanged
all these emcee's sounding the same, lyrically lame
Like Bigl(r.i.p.) i got the wild style that can't be tamed
And when i bang without wepons asians be like that style can't be crane

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-30-2008, 01:19 AM
Ready aim fire scatter brain fragments all over the train
Here's a toast to the game, shit on my name get smoked in the rain
Cats ain't gangsters simple and plain, their sell-outs for fame
They ain't never held heaters or sold cocaine
You ain't bodied a roach, approach the coach exit the game
Can't go to the hood ya block is ashamed
Saying you bust gats, u cats can't even aim
Take off that gold chain, or get found slain
You and your dame, she got gang-banged
Type a chic my crew hit, and run train
Put ya'll frames in the grain, after i set em a flame
Your'e so worthless, nobody gave a fuck to find a person to blame
I know where these herbs hang, any none of em slanged
all these emcee's sounding the same, lyrically lame
Like Bigl(r.i.p.) i got the wild style that can't be tamed
And when i bang without wepons asians be like that style can't be crane


Run wit cha little crew
Get a little blue/
But imagine I had to hold those and console
Those I slayed on various game consoles/
Upload cha player data and codes to various databases
Capturing status is like the purple heart as your badge of honor/
Catch some chronic pain you snake pliskin or solid snake
Take a tank of oil you might need for your joints/
Point out hits wit contact clips, shades and blinkers
I drink my juice trying boost my skills for the next status/
What do shortcuts do in the long run
I hold my gun next to my lung/
Ready to draw on baby paw
This ainít another quick draw
This isníy a another episode of bonanza and heehaw/
This is real trouble your in taking another mans life
Thinking your grand theft auto days are numbered/
Trying to be a runner soulless with a callus of shabbiness
Now you trying bet the final boss wit ill style so you can be named tog dog/
You get crowned king but shot in the end like JFK
Whatís left to display but just another martyr like Che Guerra/

KERZO
03-31-2008, 02:58 AM
Run wit cha little crew
Get a little blue/
But imagine I had to hold those and console
Those I slayed on various game consoles/
Upload cha player data and codes to various databases
Capturing status is like the purple heart as your badge of honor/
Catch some chronic pain you snake pliskin or solid snake
Take a tank of oil you might need for your joints/
Point out hits wit contact clips, shades and blinkers
I drink my juice trying boost my skills for the next status/
What do shortcuts do in the long run
I hold my gun next to my lung/
Ready to draw on baby paw
This ainít another quick draw
This isníy a another episode of bonanza and heehaw/
This is real trouble your in taking another mans life
Thinking your grand theft auto days are numbered/
Trying to be a runner soulless with a callus of shabbiness
Now you trying bet the final boss wit ill style so you can be named tog dog/
You get crowned king but shot in the end like JFK
Whatís left to display but just another martyr like Che Guerra/

your about as thug as my left testicle sheepish...

you seriously must have nothing to write about fam..go and incite wisdom rather than tiredness on the contemptables. :mexico:

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-31-2008, 01:51 PM
your about as thug as my left testicle sheepish...

you seriously must have nothing to write about fam..go and incite wisdom rather than tiredness on the contemptables. :mexico:

well i was setting a scene man....haven't you heard of artistic expression....

J.T.S.
03-31-2008, 03:25 PM
Supreme mic fiend ultramagnetic beams hit teams, the boss raises my salary
Spank a child with my black belt for trying to challenge me
Silencers couldn't silence me from reacting violently
Murder em all from strong to weak, to brave to cowardly
Call me beast, cause i leave ya pees deceased in streets, from the brutal brutality
Pull ya wisdom, and fill her with this jurrasic jizzim, she caught an oral sex allergy
Wild for me bitches, snapping pictures, praising my scriptures
Get stripped, and hit be on my cock like i had crazy glue on my dick
Life's a pregnant bitch with P.m.s., i spit crack and sell it to DMX
Producers tracks catch beat-downs, critics get left in critical
Condition then remain imprisoned, for dissing my compositions
I'm a funky technician, crucified by Christians and still living

J.T.S.
03-31-2008, 03:59 PM
fuck ice, i only shine-when-my-mic-glow/
while the majority of yall r blind-to-the-light-though/
head is over obsessed with design-and-the-right-flow/
welcome to a trip inside the mind-of-a-psycho/
see, im an advocate of torture-and-pain/
i got that sadistic twisted jack kovarkian-game/
im way more than sorta-insane/
im more off the wall than jim morrisons-brain when he's snorting-cocaine/
these days, hella rappers r corny-and-lame/
and tomorrow i garentee it'll be more-of-the-same/
people get fortune-and-fame simply by sportin-a-chain/
i stay chillin with the horniest-dames/
like heres 3 bucks, go to the store and bring back a forty-and-change/
i get bent like a contortionists-frame/
if im not lifted, ima bout to get high like people boarding-a-plane/
and i really like recording-my-name/

KERZO
04-01-2008, 07:32 AM
well i was setting a scene man....haven't you heard of artistic expression....

yeah i have, but yours is parallel to the expressions of a gnat. well nice talking sheepish..tada for now

I GOT A CHAMBER
04-01-2008, 07:40 AM
yeah i have, but yours is parallel to the expressions of a gnat. well nice talking sheepish..tada for now

is that ur ass

I GOT A CHAMBER
04-01-2008, 07:45 AM
wot

KERZO
04-01-2008, 08:06 AM
is that ur ass

My as was my ass the last time i looked at my ass...

wot

wot..........sits?

I'll skip over the small talk and spit a freestyle....

------------------------------------------------------------

I'm the pneumatic dramatic apptly wrapped rapper
No matter how ya see me, I rap way smarter
Than any MC than ya ever seen before
Busting rhymes from my glasgow dome down to singapore
I'm so hardcore, Slamming niggaz faces to the floor
Ya won't want more of my deplor-able ador-able
Tomes suped with sonic boom powered microphones
Topping the ranks of any contest ya set up, Don't let up
I blast the jet up and watch it blow your whole set up
Makin the pledge to only drop the 'ledge when i bust these
Artistic rhymes that simply propel the mental lungies
Throwing oranges in the air, liquid swords slice em in half
These ninjas aint got a chance when they aint doing the math
No questions asked, Mind paraphrased, eyebrows raised
Enter the battle and get dismantled in so many godly ways
I left ya dazed for days before you raised the alarm
Try to snatch the sanscript from my palm, But still i stayed calm
Ya will never succeed in overshadowing me
I'm the planetary being whose lines will set you free
When i drop science, you lions, will reply in defiance
I control the mic appliance like a crazed scientist
No one be spittin this straight hitting versatile style
So I pile up niggaz and send em a 100 miles into exile....KAPOW!!

I GOT A CHAMBER
04-01-2008, 08:14 AM
is the dilly yo with the bac end eo

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-01-2008, 08:10 PM
yeah i have, but yours is parallel to the expressions of a gnat. well nice talking sheepish..tada for now

THANKS FERM I'LL KEEP THAT MIND

J.T.S.
04-09-2008, 10:39 AM
I'll hit you once, pumpkins slumped from pistol pumps
Biscuit whiped cunt , flee strapped on a manhunt
Gladiators how many lumps you want?
In Lexus slumped, another chump chopped, and dumped
Luegar manuver mover, make victims eat manure
Crew of cops webbed, i mediate with the dead
Who wanna make the list like Craig?
On the block cock blocking kids from Jenny
Pussy hitting envy,
got me sneaking in cribs through chimmney's
Bend freaks like elastic, their friends recommend me
My props too numerous like ghetto thugs holding semi's
Potatoe cutting emcee's by the docs, drops water leaks
Your majesty is majestic with this magical, and tragical delivery

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-10-2008, 01:59 PM
I'll hit you once, pumpkins slumped from pistol pumps
Biscuit whiped cunt , flee strapped on a manhunt
Gladiators how many lumps you want?
In Lexus slumped, another chump chopped, and dumped
Luegar manuver mover, make victims eat manure
Crew of cops webbed, i mediate with the dead
Who wanna make the list like Craig?
On the block cock blocking kids from Jenny
Pussy hitting envy,
got me sneaking in cribs through chimmney's
Bend freaks like elastic, their friends recommend me
My props too numerous like ghetto thugs holding semi's
Potatoe cutting emcee's by the docs, drops water leaks
Your majesty is majestic with this magical, and tragical delivery

NICE VERSE JTS

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-13-2008, 07:23 PM
Ultimo Gizmo Gitmo
My flow wrestles on the ground/
Breaking you down
To enzymes and nuclear peptides/
My one line stanzas be aptly titled like Cobra Commander
Examiner him or her furious when I bury this/
Round off ya dome like the coliseum
Before the top was blown/
Back to fractions before the
Arabic’s and Africans created mathematics/
Cancerous appeal shielded by lead paneling
Driven dead Eskimo check the flow/
Expose ya weakness by the bleakness
I retread my tires wit bird wire and fire-proof rubber/
Deep dug underneath the booth
Relive the future and go back to the past/
After the math we graphically substitute
Your angles wit fractional obtuse lettering
Roman numerals when ever we’re going plural/
Weaponry exposing frailties in your military application
Dwindling mental capacity by the fatal calamity
Our school system is broken and is a joke and/
Make the most of what cha learn from the block to the internet
Introspect to retrospect ever flow I rip wit a new dialect/
Connected through my roots booted through verbalizing rhymes
While you sucker emcees talk clubs and sodomizing/
Punk to wise fish bowl kiss my shit hole
My flow goes and changes wit the wind/
Leaving more beats spent than when you get drunk or bent
I end all my sentences wit skills past, present and future tense/
Hence every emcee to date should rinse their mouths out wit soap
And then smoke some dope and get blown while they hustle and flow/
Acting like you don’t know my lines be security against impurity
Fan the flames like what kind of shit broadcasters brings/

J.T.S.
04-14-2008, 11:44 AM
Ultimo Gizmo Gitmo
My flow wrestles on the ground/
Breaking you down
To enzymes and nuclear peptides/
My one line stanzas be aptly titled like Cobra Commander
Examiner him or her furious when I bury this/
Round off ya dome like the coliseum
Before the top was blown/
Back to fractions before the
Arabic’s and Africans created mathematics/
Cancerous appeal shielded by lead paneling
Driven dead Eskimo check the flow/
Expose ya weakness by the bleakness
I retread my tires wit bird wire and fire-proof rubber/
Deep dug underneath the booth
Relive the future and go back to the past/
After the math we graphically substitute
Your angles wit fractional obtuse lettering
Roman numerals when ever we’re going plural/
Weaponry exposing frailties in your military application
Dwindling mental capacity by the fatal calamity
Our school system is broken and is a joke and/
Make the most of what cha learn from the block to the internet
Introspect to retrospect ever flow I rip wit a new dialect/
Connected through my roots booted through verbalizing rhymes
While you sucker emcees talk clubs and sodomizing/
Punk to wise fish bowl kiss my shit hole
My flow goes and changes wit the wind/
Leaving more beats spent than when you get drunk or bent
I end all my sentences wit skills past, present and future tense/
Hence every emcee to date should rinse their mouths out wit soap
And then smoke some dope and get blown while they hustle and flow/
Acting like you don’t know my lines be security against impurity
Fan the flames like what kind of shit broadcasters brings/

Not a bad verse either, what peeps fail to realize is you have your own style.

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-14-2008, 12:48 PM
Not a bad verse either, what peeps fail to realize is you have your own style.

thank JTS i guess i was just way too influenced by the beat writers and abstractness of what language could be used. or maybe it was too much odb back in the day anyways good look. let's keep building

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-15-2008, 08:59 PM
When you inking joints you singing
I monster make highly debatable ate cha fables
Make you more cables than highly tighten stories/
Out for the glory shown dormates ache fake the breaks
Make the weights forceful when I Mack without computers/
Type in dialect rhyme highly set reputable when I crept
Settle when you dreamt etch a sketch fetch vocab once I hit the slab/
I ravipop like C-Rayz when you decide to battle me you’ll see gays
I recite my mantra like he taught the blizzard in MTV’s Made/
Get wit me kids I video tape you wigs and watch you take a swig
Thinking you grown to be making decisions given the undeceive wisdom/
Open your mind like surgery watch you purge so vehemently
Lyrical anorexia my flow is undetectable like a stealthy nature/
Norm then bate cha flow out weighs ya like sumo wrestler
I’m unorthodox wit flows that’s off the clocks when I rocks/
Knocking on blocks that silent coming wit words so violent
I’m not reliant on measures doubtful wit no pleasures/

KERZO
04-17-2008, 07:22 AM
...
I never hold back, my verbal attack is enticing
Slappin rap cats for inciting terrible writing,

Calibrate the sights, then aim my darts at yer heart
Wicked wisdom imparts from these Intellectual arts,

So I depart from my craft, calculating complex math
Yer caught in the flight path, quicker than the aftermath,

I contort thieves minds, Cartoon brainfreeze on dead leaves
Controlling man's mind with relative ease, so watch my steez

Uncanny relative mindsets, blacker than chess, ya king departs
Smolder the rest with chest darts when I improve on yer moves

unusual specification with unchartered perception
With no direction, I'm the immaculate conception

Born to be wild, when I spit, I get riled
I compile files that clog up the Nile, So buttplug yer piles

While all the time, your bein watched with a smile
So stop staring, Yer mops glaring, Yer heads shined up & daring

I upstep the intallect, So i'm sparing their brains the mauling
I'm hauling large amounts of weed for niggaz bongs to get chonged in

And dis nigga, hes a mofo, said he fucked my ho, yo
Poppa said she went low low, Lies fly out like flies attending a shit show

He was a no show when i started the blow the doors off his bus
Cos I bust off like busta bust but without the raspy cuss

Sweats' rollin off ma balls when they're getting played like a piano
Cos I get more call girls than the nigga christiano ronaldo

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-17-2008, 05:07 PM
I craft lines onto graphed spines
in raptor times where dinosaurs lied/
rhyme wit flows that be prose
everytime a santza woes i crow/
cowl wit mics i never cry fowl
rowdy when yall get outta control and naughty/
spit wit hogg in the deck pimps
see when i'm setting to wreck/
often when i'm gliding through interstate highways
i'm fired up on the dro getting me low like Kaufman poems blow/
i grow like Mario and the srooms bugout and lost it
yall cats get acosted on flags you ain't supporting/
i'm narcisistic lyrically ambigious fiddling wit figures
so got damn curious i'm furious/
don't get nervious this ain't them same ol' rhymes
this step ya bars up time everytime we rhyme, you rhyme/
cipherology lyrical strategy imagine me wit the vapors g
i can't imagine where i'd be after a chick played me/
i'd prolly wild out on some nick cannon shit
grip the clip and take it to the range and go derrange/
now if that sounds strange wait til i come out and play
i'm half joker, half luthor lyrically skillful enough to slay you in two bars/

x.l.nc
04-17-2008, 05:22 PM
the coke song

no matter wot i do
i can't get shot of you
don't matter how hard i try
just can't say goodbye
you're always in my life
you cause me trouble and strife
i try and turn my back
but u come back - thats wack!
you come along when negative
and turn me positive
but then when you're gone
i'm left thinking this song
and sitting here with no fun
back to fuckin square one

its a sad story
to most of you quite boring
but some of you will relate
to this thing i love and hate
it helps me deal with probs i got
it makes them look like a dot
so what should i do
should i see it thru
or should i kick it in?
cos it really is a sin

like i'm gonna listen to you
i'll do wot i do
who knows where i'll end up
motherfuckin stray pup
clean up your damn act
aint that a fuckin fact
just cos i like that white
you haters can preach and damn well bite
its my problem i'm left depressed
at least i fuckin confessed

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-23-2008, 12:56 AM
I break emcees out like a paddle
Play paddleball and youíll be bouncing
Off the wall like an Adolph Hitler doll/
Maul you like a pack of lions
You ainít no king, your weak looking nigga wit fake bling/
Ya flow doesnít sing ya rhymes donít ring
Ya lines donít shine and mind doesnít blind/
When you rewind the tape you donít even bend in wit the mix straight
My mic is hotter than heat rocks being pitched by Ben Sheets/
You canít even meet flow wit lyrical intangibles now you know
Iím an improbable mandible bucking you like a mechanical bull/
Straight Outta Cuse Town how you feel when I rock my crown
I got you lost like Orangemen after Carmello left/
I got you lost like an election after ballots were placed
You could even finish a foot race against the tortoise/
The slowest animal on earth facing the dumbest human alive
Even if you were a nerd you couldnít debrief congress on UFO activity/
My raps are more relative than
Any emcee trying act like they have relativity/
Poetically Iím the ďMichael SavageĒ
Of rap trying bring the confidence back/
You couldnít be more naÔve
Than pungent who come off redundant/
So donít even dub it your lines are rubbish
I can magnetically plug it and erase your tape/
Give more versatility then rhymes coming out the nursery
How about you give me room to breath before I make you dry heave/
You best believe my bars are starlight blind you out of sight
And if you donít gimme credit Iíll dead it faster than any battle in 8 Mile/

Father N Dangerous
04-27-2008, 06:46 PM
showing ya sum love!!

bumper sticker

Unda_Fiya
04-28-2008, 02:12 AM
Iím the isometric rhetorical bright white British oracle
Mass murder, back burner front page on the chronicle
Duncesí hat like a conical, the definition of comical
Making hits from nothing new trying to make it sound historical
Never released from this constant circle, hurtful, still spinning
Counter clock wise, rolled eyes, burn ya hands on this gas ring
That I produce over my lips, shaped like a death kiss
Shrink my self, dead ya health through ya iris like a virus
Reappear, with more dead weight, bfg like I was on quake
Repaint ya whole house with burgundy red with mark spate
Neil Buccanan, stab you in the neck Crayola crayons
Literal art attack hit you so hard youíll hit the floor Iran
Frozen neurons, jean darms, you daughter holding my right palm
Raise the alarm, bringing harm, 42 lines over my arms
Victim count, 8 diagonal lines like the bars from my cage
Bent outwards cos I didnít get enough money for freak show stage

J.T.S.
04-28-2008, 10:39 AM
Blood spills over dropped dimes, the games bloody shots hit bystanders by the sidelines
Thugs clear the benches, releasing firearms, attacking like dobermen pinchers
Slugs fly like finches, the impact from the clapped gat, makes kids fly through benches
Friends quick to backstab, get names and bodies dragged in bodybags
Driveby's by thugs rocking soldier rags, and retarted flags
their history when a few good men turn bad, falling victim to fury
Body functioning poorly, he passed by midnight, different hoods, same stories
Insane shorties, heartless killers, and drug dealers, the hoods gory
genocidal generations of heartbreaking making the news
Murals on walls show the memorials for troops
Big boots i'm walking in, murders cops loving em
Young, or old were all born in sin, the government don't want us to win

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
04-28-2008, 04:59 PM
Goose grapper rap labeler
flow cable channel surfing/
now i'm earthing word to those nurfhearders
i'm wording everything spazmatic after crafts/
i clap dappers wit rafter after packages shipped off
i grip bottles like moltov cocktails/
shift games gander wit skills i never pander
rhyme wanye wit these dames i claiming/
never aiming low i gut cha body like oxidation
creating phases wit stocks we raising/
token black guy after the wise
i run up high and rose the ranks/
bank their doe in the tank
yank the phone back call me El Presidente/
i got hella flow, hella glow
now you know it's all just soul/
grown from bongs we ran wit
no yanws after dusk til dawn/
match wits a pawn versus king
leave ya knights in the ring/
my bishops beat your rooks everytime
trying to swipe my queen you'll get yours coming/
four-five-six i'm drumming when i'm throwing bones
open nose show ya flow when ya know it's fools gold/
so don't try and shoulder the load after i take a boatload
you try n' unload cha chrome mines ain't plated like your nickel plated/
it's always highly debatable always ratable wit skills placed on the table
i got a few going wit styles so sick they're too short to know e'm/

KERZO
05-01-2008, 08:01 AM
Blood spills over dropped dimes, the games bloody shots hit bystanders by the sidelines
Thugs clear the benches, releasing firearms, attacking like dobermen pinchers
Slugs fly like finches, the impact from the clapped gat, makes kids fly through benches
Friends quick to backstab, get names and bodies dragged in bodybags
Driveby's by thugs rocking soldier rags, and retarted flags
their history when a few good men turn bad, falling victim to fury
Body functioning poorly, he passed by midnight, different hoods, same stories
Insane shorties, heartless killers, and drug dealers, the hoods gory
genocidal generations of heartbreaking making the news
Murals on walls show the memorials for troops
Big boots i'm walking in, murders cops loving em
Young, or old were all born in sin, the government don't want us to win

good verse bro....hope the lil one is doing ok :thumbup:

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-01-2008, 01:10 PM
Blood spills over dropped dimes, the games bloody shots hit bystanders by the sidelines
Thugs clear the benches, releasing firearms, attacking like dobermen pinchers
Slugs fly like finches, the impact from the clapped gat, makes kids fly through benches
Friends quick to backstab, get names and bodies dragged in bodybags
Driveby's by thugs rocking soldier rags, and retarted flags
their history when a few good men turn bad, falling victim to fury
Body functioning poorly, he passed by midnight, different hoods, same stories
Insane shorties, heartless killers, and drug dealers, the hoods gory
genocidal generations of heartbreaking making the news
Murals on walls show the memorials for troops
Big boots i'm walking in, murders cops loving em
Young, or old were all born in sin, the government don't want us to win


now that is a five star verse man, yo ur imagery is so vivid its like this could be a movie summed up in a verse nice shit son keep killing e'm

KERZO
05-02-2008, 04:04 AM
Just droppin my fire in here as usual.....Heres a rap i wrote to spot lite JTS....

I eject like Rza with the force of 20 'Rillaz
Ya won't ever hear how i bust much iller
Than any rap killer cos my mind exells
I propell magnetic bullets straight through yer shell
The Rebel D.K, Intellects switchin planes
No shame is how i spit, my verses from my brain
You can never contain this pressure poppin from my vain
I make you jump around more than the 'house of pain'

Immense contents now I hold the golden globe
Starting hunting trips to rip right out ya soul
You dig a deep hole cos yer hiding like a mole
So I spear ya head on my nine-diagram pole
I demon-strate, white noise, coming out ya T.V
Ssssshhhh nigga, ya ain't gonna see me
Theres no need to fear me, My attack's only verbal
I'd rather smoke herbal with my clan on the mental

Intercontinental, I got the heart of angel
I don't breed hate, that's even placeable
Switched digital when these cats was analog
White dumb sprogs dodge thoughts so on ya go and jog
Descend from the land of haggis, Where chins are sagging
Wiggaz are braggin, fuck them dudes, they just lose
I'm braggin rawish style that most will never see
Every line of truth til I'm outta breathe and buried deep

Under a heap switching styles, on track, you can't keep
A eye on my fly rhyme, I slam idiots all week
So check out and dust out before you cause a creative drought
Never doubt my lung capacity I'll always smoke ya out
& under, the table if yer are ever able
To smoke as much as me then you deserve a decree
But yer too dumb for rhymes so stick to poetry
Im out, lines continuing in my mind permanent-ly


....word

J.T.S.
05-02-2008, 10:42 AM
Appreciate the props ya'll. Fam my seeds fine! Peace Sheepish!

J.T.S.
05-02-2008, 11:03 AM
Evil status pitch the fork in a emcee's cabbage
Bag the baggage, my lines the fattest, leave bodies the flattest
before i pass bury the passage, clones stop the maddness
grab this wordplay from the baddest batter to leave em battered
Bang bitches out, breaking mattress matters
Crab kids hiding in barrels, get hit for the habitual habit
Skills they never had kids ashamed of their parents
Cowards apparently running like rabbits
Big dart throwing marathon, courtesy of viacom
Shot hit my violent arm, seeds raised on the farm
Far from a Don Corleone, seller of corner chron
born in a storm, raised in hurricanes
slept in streets, busses, and trains
Everyday matters matted my brain
Pains my middle name, flames my first
Been here since the devil's birth
Cursive writing the curse, signing the hearse
Death for your certificate
feet broke from kicking bricks
my bars hit you felons, pockets dug missing tips
Break-fast in the morning, know your missing grits
Break it down swift fashion, fatal harrasment
Smashed since Scott la Rock's death
Used to break dance, and freestyle on project steps
Repped to earn respect, and kept the flow flexed
So dedicated to the art, sometimes the chics got no sex
Known vet, though unknown to the matrix
They don't want me to make it, unless i make some fake shit
That 85 percent hatred, that Q-tip industry's shady rule lines sacred

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-02-2008, 12:08 PM
Evil status pitch the fork in a emcee's cabbage
Bag the baggage, my lines the fattest, leave bodies the flattest
before i pass bury the passage, clones stop the maddness
grab this wordplay from the baddest batter to leave em battered
Bang bitches out, breaking mattress matters
Crab kids hiding in barrels, get hit for the habitual habit
Skills they never had kids ashamed of their parents
Cowards apparently running like rabbits
Big dart throwing marathon, courtesy of viacom
Shot hit my violent arm, seeds raised on the farm
Far from a Don Corleone, seller of corner chron
born in a storm, raised in hurricanes
slept in streets, busses, and trains
Everyday matters matted my brain
Pains my middle name, flames my first
Been here since the devil's birth
Cursive writing the curse, signing the hearse
Death for your certificate
feet broke from kicking bricks
my bars hit you felons, pockets dug missing tips
Break-fast in the morning, know your missing grits
Break it down swift fashion, fatal harrasment
Smashed since Scott la Rock's death
Used to break dance, and freestyle on project steps
Repped to earn respect, and kept the flow flexed
So dedicated to the art, sometimes the chics got no sex
Known vet, though unknown to the matrix
They don't want me to make it, unless i make some fake shit
That 85 percent hatred, that Q-tip industry's shady rule lines sacred

Damn son dropping jewels on these fools well....heres a little peak into my struggle wit this music shit

Once I awaken wit cryptic passages
Iím the Obelisk that tormented cha/
Laminate emcees like paper peripherals
Lyrical arm mastering tactics trample you like faxes sent/
Empty clips drip paint like letters you write wit ink
Drink liquids from the seven seas poison your dreams/
Schemes stolen scripts making flicks
Directing your pictures n shit
Wit shits on lists swift wit gifts/
Gripped from those they stiffed
Now they sniffing and shiting/
Once lifted, twice spitting
Now Iím sifting through the wrath/
Grasp a hold of the golden wings of RA
My flow shows darts once sacrifice more beasts/
Weíre ready to eat and feast on you weak emcees
Coming wit skills sparked by Slifer the Sky Dragon/
Black opal eyes demise lives wit skies frozen pies
Shine sheen saw screams after the lay with lean/
Iím green wit less envy then they are empty
I got the remedy that emcees and priest envy/
Break you down like Bush did
When Katrina broke the levies/

J.T.S.
05-06-2008, 09:03 AM
[
Once I awaken wit cryptic passages
Iím the Obelisk that tormented cha/
Laminate emcees like paper peripherals
Lyrical arm mastering tactics trample you like faxes sent/
Empty clips drip paint like letters you write wit ink
Drink liquids from the seven seas poison your dreams/
Schemes stolen scripts making flicks
Directing your pictures n shit
Wit shits on lists swift wit gifts/
Gripped from those they stiffed
Now they sniffing and shiting/
Once lifted, twice spitting
Now Iím sifting through the wrath/
Grasp a hold of the golden wings of RA
My flow shows darts once sacrifice more beasts/
Weíre ready to eat and feast on you weak emcees
Coming wit skills sparked by Slifer the Sky Dragon/
Black opal eyes demise lives wit skies frozen pies
Shine sheen saw screams after the lay with lean/
Iím green wit less envy then they are empty
I got the remedy that emcees and priest envy/
Break you down like Bush did
When Katrina broke the levies/[/QUOTE]

Touring the mental lands, flashbacks torture this man
Once supreme, know being imprisioned in the land of the damned
Conducting scams, to keep the pockets dead president crammed
all city dwellers back the fella with guns in hand
Preview the plans, respect artists but never been a fan
Fuck deals, can't be a slave i own masters man
Run the grands or get grand slammed in the damn
No recordings i broke the cams, money tax-free fuck uncle Sam
Truck driving American, running em down by the band stands
Ready to set it like Iran on Isreal, untangible skill
throw up the peace sign,
then run up in the White House with exposed blue steel
feeling blue still, the sky's my mirror
Intensions crooked, a cruddy crook killer
The payback happens when your laid back
J.T.S. raps like mafia wacks, the hip-hop hitmans back
Feds on my back cause i'm no longer cooking crack
Chilling, and building unconcerned of the traps
You hostess twinkie stinky cats
catch knock your front teeth out backslaps
Backs cracking d.d.t.'s, my foundations heartbreaking to emcee's
Iron holding black Sheek, busting the double R
lamping in Austin Texas, drinking Stone Cold beers in my car
Fierce with the bars, barbarian strapped shooting stars

J.T.S.
05-06-2008, 09:24 AM
Just droppin my fire in here as usual.....Heres a rap i wrote to spot lite JTS....

I eject like Rza with the force of 20 'Rillaz
Ya won't ever hear how i bust much iller
Than any rap killer cos my mind exells
I propell magnetic bullets straight through yer shell
The Rebel D.K, Intellects switchin planes
No shame is how i spit, my verses from my brain
You can never contain this pressure poppin from my vain
I make you jump around more than the 'house of pain'

Immense contents now I hold the golden globe
Starting hunting trips to rip right out ya soul
You dig a deep hole cos yer hiding like a mole
So I spear ya head on my nine-diagram pole
I demon-strate, white noise, coming out ya T.V
Ssssshhhh nigga, ya ain't gonna see me
Theres no need to fear me, My attack's only verbal
I'd rather smoke herbal with my clan on the mental

Intercontinental, I got the heart of angel
I don't breed hate, that's even placeable
Switched digital when these cats was analog
White dumb sprogs dodge thoughts so on ya go and jog
Descend from the land of haggis, Where chins are sagging
Wiggaz are braggin, fuck them dudes, they just lose
I'm braggin rawish style that most will never see
Every line of truth til I'm outta breathe and buried deep

Under a heap switching styles, on track, you can't keep
A eye on my fly rhyme, I slam idiots all week
So check out and dust out before you cause a creative drought
Never doubt my lung capacity I'll always smoke ya out
& under, the table if yer are ever able
To smoke as much as me then you deserve a decree
But yer too dumb for rhymes so stick to poetry
Im out, lines continuing in my mind permanent-ly


....word

Fam's just gets sicker by the day!