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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-27-2009, 01:58 AM
Split cha down to your chromosome X, Y or other TONE
Flowing sicker than any psycho no homo y’all suck worst than duck sauce yo/
Spit my lingo I leave you crisp by how I touch a mic
Flip you from the right to the left,
Leave that chick wit go from dike to nice/
How about cha write my bio
Even if the details weren’t published y’all/
Go read the ticker or the crawl cross your screen
I think you need to gleam and start back up the dream/
Because this sheep don’t hop no fence at all
I can end a sentence without any prerequisite/
I’m sicker than any FLU, virus or sickness man could invent
Coming from a bird like you I’m not surprised your judicious and blue/
I’m the verbalize punch a button flow typer you cannot unite
Wit one opus I leave the dart so focused my 3rd person goes back to 1st/
I don’t need to be overly complex
I dissect thoughts like simple write ups/
This is the sharp balance between erratic and diplomatic
Get the static I pack flows like paintballs and automatics/
This is why I am The Lord of Chaos, I come straight off
Illogical pathological ripper lying in the deep crevasse of the mind/
One not ought to think, when they ink pens and type rhymes
Just let it flow from the heart no matter what the spark is/

Gross negligence, spitting rhymes is my evidence
Wrote my pain, doped up my pain
Sought my pain, seen my pain
Fought my pain, felt my pain
Heard my pain, got confidence from my pain
This is why I PRAY FOR THE RAIN………..
This is why I BATTLE 4 A CAUSES…its HIP HOP Y’all

THE MASON
01-28-2009, 01:18 PM
Illogical pathological ripper lying in the deep crevasse of the mind/

damn that line was POTENT!!

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-29-2009, 01:53 AM
yeah sometimes it happens that way

J.T.S.
01-29-2009, 10:15 AM
dissect thoughts like simple write ups/
This is the sharp balance between erratic and diplomatic
Get the static I pack flows like paintballs and automatics/
This is why I am The Lord of Chaos, I come straight off
Illogical pathological ripper lying in the deep crevasse of the mind/
One not ought to think, when they ink pens and type rhymes
Just let it flow from the heart no matter what the spark is/

Gross negligence, spitting rhymes is my evidence


niceness