SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
07-26-2008, 02:48 PM
*wrote this to the digi snax album
Whenever I’m swinging my swords
You get cha cord cut without an ounce of blood missing/
Now your wishing you’ve would have never stepped in the arena
Get cha ass subpoenaed my rhymes n lines are weeds that grow through concrete/
Hit cha sess whenever I address operatic topics applied like suntan lotions
My flows got in motion like bacterial infections get the connection/
I’m the errection to any women’s vagina; I’m the sight you just saw
I’m the he to your haw, I’m the rhymes to your bars I am total chaos/
You can’t encompass the flows I pump fist with
When I bust clips of verses/
Leaving most beats packed in hurses
Get the metaphors I’m using without cursing/
Now your nursing wounds like boobs that just got repaired
After the 1st didn’t fare well/
Y’all are synthetic never authentic,
I’m kinetic while y’all just stand still/
I’m digital while y’all are still analog
I’m critical while y’all are just fictional/
I spit pictures digitized while
Y’all just get etched n sketched & photographed/
I’m the pitcher on the mound
When your paper getting bound/
Never given the time to rip it raw
If I had wings I’d soar
If I had more time I’d roar
If I had one more chance I’d score
If I had the resources I’d flourish
Whenever I’m swinging my swords
You get cha cord cut without an ounce of blood missing/
Now your wishing you’ve would have never stepped in the arena
Get cha ass subpoenaed my rhymes n lines are weeds that grow through concrete/
Hit cha sess whenever I address operatic topics applied like suntan lotions
My flows got in motion like bacterial infections get the connection/
I’m the errection to any women’s vagina; I’m the sight you just saw
I’m the he to your haw, I’m the rhymes to your bars I am total chaos/
You can’t encompass the flows I pump fist with
When I bust clips of verses/
Leaving most beats packed in hurses
Get the metaphors I’m using without cursing/
Now your nursing wounds like boobs that just got repaired
After the 1st didn’t fare well/
Y’all are synthetic never authentic,
I’m kinetic while y’all just stand still/
I’m digital while y’all are still analog
I’m critical while y’all are just fictional/
I spit pictures digitized while
Y’all just get etched n sketched & photographed/
I’m the pitcher on the mound
When your paper getting bound/
Never given the time to rip it raw
If I had wings I’d soar
If I had more time I’d roar
If I had one more chance I’d score
If I had the resources I’d flourish