SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-16-2008, 08:48 PM
It’s the doja flower, go getter goer
Yall niggaz ain’t Noah and ya ark isn’t sharp/
My darts pull more strings than a harp
Cart cha bod off to the morge without a tag/
My blues are bag facing a fad in this rap game
Had to make my name without the game/
I ain’t got no auto my raps importo
Flow been courted could have been signed twice/
Indie route is my house flowing higher
Like the twin towers, but yall fell off and cower/
I’m the overseer cold crush beats
Show my versitality wit more reality/
Saw people get duffed and robbed
Hold cha corn on ya cob, I bob n weave when I bout it/
Yall just running gunning off that rapid river without a quiver
My fire ain’t never expire just gimme air and I’m let the smoke clear/
Fold up ya lawn chair I boldly bare my bones & fire off heaters
I think you’ll need the exvac’s when I attack, and retreat when I rap/
Put the track on Pro Tools, Abode or Cube base
My flow is cooler than ICE nicer than
Stray bullets that CSI is pulling/
This ain’t no L-I-F-E 4 you to be living
We trying to leave the ghetto while you packing the metal
Trying emulate the ghetto lifestyle/
(Interlude)
So why ya hooding ya closed sheltered mind
Ain’t on no grime so why you trying 2 grind
This ain’t cha environment son
This ain’t cha place 2 be son
This ain’t glamorous as they make it seem
This ain’t, this ain’t, and this ain’t (Repeat 6 xs)
Yall niggaz ain’t Noah and ya ark isn’t sharp/
My darts pull more strings than a harp
Cart cha bod off to the morge without a tag/
My blues are bag facing a fad in this rap game
Had to make my name without the game/
I ain’t got no auto my raps importo
Flow been courted could have been signed twice/
Indie route is my house flowing higher
Like the twin towers, but yall fell off and cower/
I’m the overseer cold crush beats
Show my versitality wit more reality/
Saw people get duffed and robbed
Hold cha corn on ya cob, I bob n weave when I bout it/
Yall just running gunning off that rapid river without a quiver
My fire ain’t never expire just gimme air and I’m let the smoke clear/
Fold up ya lawn chair I boldly bare my bones & fire off heaters
I think you’ll need the exvac’s when I attack, and retreat when I rap/
Put the track on Pro Tools, Abode or Cube base
My flow is cooler than ICE nicer than
Stray bullets that CSI is pulling/
This ain’t no L-I-F-E 4 you to be living
We trying to leave the ghetto while you packing the metal
Trying emulate the ghetto lifestyle/
(Interlude)
So why ya hooding ya closed sheltered mind
Ain’t on no grime so why you trying 2 grind
This ain’t cha environment son
This ain’t cha place 2 be son
This ain’t glamorous as they make it seem
This ain’t, this ain’t, and this ain’t (Repeat 6 xs)