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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-12-2009, 12:31 AM
Back again it’s the incredible erythematic acrobatic ripper
From the Empire State leaving most more Handicapped than Damon Wayans’ Man/
From chaotic styles I possess I entrust the ways of slaying vocals
I rip emcees straight from the PC and the confront of my own 20 inch flat screen
Without uploading a virus and flipping on a light bulb/
Ciphering so sick they named me “Michael Myers”
Attack you happenstance high towers wit skills by the hour/
Can’t even pitch a heat rock when attempt to rock a microphone
When you can’t even tell time on a analog clock/
I don’t need to cue up a beat when I can flip vocals without getting too much into it
While you can’t even read beyond a 3rd grade level, your all about the bass and treble/
My minds like a farm it just needs to harvested during the right season
While starving for a break, I just take a two by four and break 3 over your back/
I haunt cha like films starring “Jane Fonda” you fondling rap con artist
You ain’t got no spark you just follow by any means like “Starscream”/
When I dream I spit ether leaving most rappers in pale phonemic fevers
They can’t even past a battle or cipher without stumbling over their lyrics/

Back again….it’s the incredible
Ripper from the flow central
Eating darts up like lead pencils
Empty more shells than DDAY
Back again….it’s the incredible
Section that never beckons
We call it ourselves 9
By how we combine
Divinely with light
Behind us, guiding us…

Back again… it’s the incredible most likely to never win an award
I’m SAG card free holder I’m bar none the nicest with a key stroke/
Hold cha votes my darts are tended to invoke visuals you can’t even begin
To minstrel like shows I prove skills wit the will that’s built like The WU/
I go ZUUU when I groom my ZOO leaving most SAD and BLUE
Whenever I call the section and we stomp through your internet chat room/
If you want swords we can cut cha penis off and you can use that as a knife
Don’t ask for a battle your shell might get cracked open 4 turtle soup/
If you group “Chaos” I’m unwieldy sickly swiftly spitting in loops
Leave most parishioners gasping for air when they see my manifest/
I can drop 64 bars of pure heat extinguishing most flows I encounter yo
If you want me to go mostly def just cook me up a track and I’ll attack/
Whether you categorize me as a backpacker flow tracker or a word miner
I’m colder than food served at cha local diner, Denny’s or Mickey D’s/


Back again….it’s the incredible
Ripper from the flow central
Eating darts up like lead pencils
Empty more shells than DDAY
Back again….it’s the incredible
Section that never beckons
We call it ourselves 9
By how we combine
Divinely with light
Behind us, guiding us…