War and Peace
12-24-2008, 03:05 PM
War and Peace is shootin the arrows>>
Sheepish Lord is swinging the sword//
outro sample from one of Lyric's darts--
leavin each of you from head to feet froze>
I own aluminum bats that got more hits than Ichiro and Pete Rose>
you suited up in a wood box strikin a sweet pose>
I'm shootin shots with liquid glocks that write unique and elite prose>
as midnight creeps and my hunger grows>
I defeat foes with repeated blows>
thru morning sleet and evening snows>
I sow with peace and I reap with crows>
impede artery flows with eagle technique chokeholds>
I'll squeeze your throat til breathings weak and your heartbeat slows>
your life and eyes simultaneously come to a complete close>
I record your screams and pay the agreed cream to have them tweaked by Bose>
OTB knows everything the opponents secret info sheet shows>
he's a greedy beast with a need to feast cloaked in priestly robes>
they come to hear him speak in droves>
the speech he chose reached the meek in evened streets and steepened coves>
geeks and average Joes wanna be in the sheep's clothes>
yo LORD OF CHAOS brandish the heat and go streetsweep these hoes>
Unbeknownst to most cats my brain processes lines at 50 beta cycles
If you unable to compute I’m always on line readying another rhyme/
If you’re a rapper than I’m APPLE
Crapping all over you cats like a virus ridden PC/
Pop up AD’s hold cha mouse click hostage
You can’t even get past cha own loading screen/
Spyware got cha shit frazzled like Malware do
If you can write you’ll be a kid that hasn’t done shit since the 9th grade/
You can’t even come correct when the clock strikes 12
I guess you’ll just melt away like ice cuss/
Write cha pause in, your lines are the cause of all this gentrified notions
Closed optics leave most challenged edge the precepts and re-draft your plans/
I’m 24/7 dead heaven sweating in your mind, call it a sauna
Weaving more plot holes in blocks mold
Clock flows in increments on some military shit
So smooth Timex though they’d invented it/
Spark mind drop more bonanzas than cameras can handle
Draw up the schematics think I’m a atomically rebuke them/
Hold cha puff of smoke I’ll eliminate cha down to cellular level
Devilish hold cha rendezvous plot cha landscape wit solar rays/
Cave in cha brains taken names open lanes be Joe Nameth legless
Educated banshee sonically soulful I cold crush you wit skills that’s solid gold/
Broke the fingers of the ones who sold out
So quick he left his blood and guts on the dance floor/
Roast rappers in unmixed sessions leaving more verses in question
Making the scene of murder, covered the truth in the booth wit a bloody mary/
Isn’t that scary ballistics left more imprints in the lead I shed when I wrote it for ya
Oops I mean ghosted hope your label didn’t notice, kill that mess I’m focused/
Been in a dark tunnel all my life-
Only light I see is the reflection of the reaper’s scythe-
__________________
Sheepish Lord is swinging the sword//
outro sample from one of Lyric's darts--
leavin each of you from head to feet froze>
I own aluminum bats that got more hits than Ichiro and Pete Rose>
you suited up in a wood box strikin a sweet pose>
I'm shootin shots with liquid glocks that write unique and elite prose>
as midnight creeps and my hunger grows>
I defeat foes with repeated blows>
thru morning sleet and evening snows>
I sow with peace and I reap with crows>
impede artery flows with eagle technique chokeholds>
I'll squeeze your throat til breathings weak and your heartbeat slows>
your life and eyes simultaneously come to a complete close>
I record your screams and pay the agreed cream to have them tweaked by Bose>
OTB knows everything the opponents secret info sheet shows>
he's a greedy beast with a need to feast cloaked in priestly robes>
they come to hear him speak in droves>
the speech he chose reached the meek in evened streets and steepened coves>
geeks and average Joes wanna be in the sheep's clothes>
yo LORD OF CHAOS brandish the heat and go streetsweep these hoes>
Unbeknownst to most cats my brain processes lines at 50 beta cycles
If you unable to compute I’m always on line readying another rhyme/
If you’re a rapper than I’m APPLE
Crapping all over you cats like a virus ridden PC/
Pop up AD’s hold cha mouse click hostage
You can’t even get past cha own loading screen/
Spyware got cha shit frazzled like Malware do
If you can write you’ll be a kid that hasn’t done shit since the 9th grade/
You can’t even come correct when the clock strikes 12
I guess you’ll just melt away like ice cuss/
Write cha pause in, your lines are the cause of all this gentrified notions
Closed optics leave most challenged edge the precepts and re-draft your plans/
I’m 24/7 dead heaven sweating in your mind, call it a sauna
Weaving more plot holes in blocks mold
Clock flows in increments on some military shit
So smooth Timex though they’d invented it/
Spark mind drop more bonanzas than cameras can handle
Draw up the schematics think I’m a atomically rebuke them/
Hold cha puff of smoke I’ll eliminate cha down to cellular level
Devilish hold cha rendezvous plot cha landscape wit solar rays/
Cave in cha brains taken names open lanes be Joe Nameth legless
Educated banshee sonically soulful I cold crush you wit skills that’s solid gold/
Broke the fingers of the ones who sold out
So quick he left his blood and guts on the dance floor/
Roast rappers in unmixed sessions leaving more verses in question
Making the scene of murder, covered the truth in the booth wit a bloody mary/
Isn’t that scary ballistics left more imprints in the lead I shed when I wrote it for ya
Oops I mean ghosted hope your label didn’t notice, kill that mess I’m focused/
Been in a dark tunnel all my life-
Only light I see is the reflection of the reaper’s scythe-
__________________