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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-04-2009, 03:24 AM
Cold crushing rhino rushing
Told busting chemical peels leave residuals/
Visual Gotham holds a Rodham before they start thinking
Similar to any Clinton I be splitting hairs when I ink pens/
Jared gear face fear racy taste pussy bust up globe trot
Hold chop green leaf kind dope minds Pentium chips optimized/
At fast speed reading me wit them ATOMS dazzling appearance
Adhere this fierceness I gear it toward Cabot hold the alcohol/
Joker flow folk artist mad man cart-wheel flipping mic tripping
Nine numbers dial tone provoke brains blown wit more eddy’s than caddy’s/
Leave you wrecked n torn apart like MECH chin check your team wit vises
Loosen up knots wit skull shattering darts with a hundred different arts/
Dastardly darts shadow sparks light me a match watch me work
Close the curtain watch the hurting nothing traumatic just jamming some static/
You can’t cling to bling like a “Spider-Tracer” watch me erase ya/
Alchemy pound cha syncopate lines verbatim wit no rhymes wasted
So if you got some sprite you can take that up wit next one who’s all lime/

Ahhh this was supposed to be my 1st cut off the lp I never recorded
My catchy little rhyme I just flipped
No people are asking why it isn’t on my space or facebook page yet
I just said fuck it and left it alone
Oohhhh ahhhh you know how I do

Detach me from the grind I spit back, contract and rewind
Flip the retard into flows that terminate emcees wit ease/
You can rhyme a dictionary but can formulate styles that’s utmost a mystery
Shrouded in misery just check me in as the “Dome Racker” flow taker/
Open mic surgery got preferred to me from those that rocked “Cuban Links”
Whenever I ink keypads or notes I jotted down I implode when I unload/
Trying to disassociate the logical tanner cold clam shell more fragile than any rock
I “fraggle” those flocks wit ruffled lines and dusted spines check the fluid in e’m/
Trample down on the ducks that cha got in rows evolving into a beast from the east
To a spitter that just releases anger filled songs making chicks get that pussy in a thong/
Rappers are gems that just remain stagnate
You cats can’t even flip rhymes like the phonebook/
Yo I come wit more hooks than a fishing rod
You can’t even flip 26 letters without cussing/

Ahhh this was supposed to be my 1st cut off the lp I never recorded
My catchy little rhyme I just flipped
No people are asking why it isn’t on my space or facebook page yet
I just said fuck it and left it alone
Oohhhh ahhhh you know how I do

THE MASON
01-04-2009, 11:17 AM
Dope shit Sheepish

there was mad qouteables in this one but this shit killed it

"At fast speed reading me wit them ATOMS dazzling appearance
Adhere this fierceness I gear it toward Cabot hold the alcohol/"

"Detach me from the grind I spit back, contract and rewind
Flip the retard into flows that terminate emcees wit ease/
You can rhyme a dictionary but can formulate styles that’s utmost a mystery"

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-04-2009, 02:29 PM
thanks bronze i had carefully crafted it

War and Peace
01-04-2009, 02:35 PM
Sheepish Lord of Chaos, the Careful Craftsman-

peace g-