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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
02-28-2009, 03:11 AM
Gifted rage taken minds by storm never phased
Framed in pixels that doesnít translate well to digital/
Overtly critical of the new gen spit or spew venom
I can end eím wit more than just wisdom/
I can speak on topics in Hindu leaving you scratched in Hebrew
Rip a mic in English and have my family translate it in Spanish/
Deadly linguist I do damage
Like an earthquake you canít manage/
Can you handle the heights or you canít manage the climb
Driven down the prime now your number is mine/
Openly penned a death note now ďLĒ and whereas knows my glow
Show lies lives drives down stock prices when we write thesis/
Said in any sťance Iím beyond any cramps your hemoglobin
Flow solo kill microphones by the ferule down to molecular level/
Iím devilishly pondering higher mountains to climbs
Coming to terms wit grips from the types I rib on/
Flim flam you get jib jabbed by the lines struck a cord
Cut cha heart by the chalk I trace you with/
Fixed on temple check the example I pencils in numbers of 3
Viewed by the skewer you couldnít brew quickly without fermenting me properly/

Openly damage rappers canít handle this
Iím a verbal chemist making up new phrases, words and spits
Better hold tight cuss when this pen rips
Its storm that bust down barriers
Can you handle this microphone?
Can you handle this rhyme?

Planetary married fixed famously grass cutting shit
Snow blow sucker emcees like hedges being trimmed/
Inked pens be tattoos that remain on rappers like they just got out of prison
Posted roasted frost liken psycho semi-auto bought a whole contra
Operate like an author birthed babes by the way I slaves over a hot stove/
Crush your rows my bows are arrows shooting off more smoke than cloves
Now you posing as a rosy nosy reporter trying to ďLois LaneĒ me/
Super heroic con art spawn sparks lawns get diced and sliced
Blaze fractures be factors that the suns never cycle through/
Cross cut seldom idolize your lives through a driven guise
Fire you fly on the wall you donít got no info at all
I can stall a whip and grip the pen in some fanatical Armageddon dramatically
Spade cha neutrons making my brutal rages look caged wit nights of Lawrence in Arabia/
You ainís saying nothing when the mediocore is bluffing
Stuffed ruffling feathers off the teather pleasure any savior/
Iím waving flags thatís past cha midol howís right at all
Flavorish flows that comes wit my undertow ya know/

Openly damage rappers canít handle this
Iím a verbal chemist making up new phrases, words and spits
Better hold tight cuss when this pen rips
Its storm that bust down barriers
Can you handle this microphone?
Can you handle this rhyme?