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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-19-2009, 03:47 PM
Chaotic never slanted everydayís a wilderness
Spit a lisp full of shit is no clip of mine filmed on an 8mm camera/
To damage cha wit politics without rhymes youíre just given rhetoric
Lyrically your hesitant thinking you got skills like a perquisite/
Spit cha grills out; they ainít good for your health
Your lines kits that are put together by a 3 year old/
Iím ice burger cold freezing every rapper I unload on
You can try n link wit me through cable
And I still flip lyrics without internet buzz/
So what cha youíre a dud
Iím never been one stud to flow off the top
Leaving more trout than any fishing hatchery
So when you speak, your not a master/
Iím a master of lyrical mastery bastardly cold as calices
Warm as a heat vent, sicker than polio/
Nice than a smiley pin button wit blood on it,
Donít watch me, watch the watchmen/
Iím an optimist viewing the game from a distance
Deciding if I want to jump in to this ďWrestlemaniaĒ of words/
Given the bars dropped from the rooftop
Even your wack as shit on the internet flopped/
I know about cha darts, their just props
Set up around cha like a bad stage show/
Never claimed to be nothing Iím not, just given a shot
So when you front, you stunting like Evil Kenviel
And you canít even make the jump without spewing your guts/

Never claimed to be nothing Iím not
Never fronted
Never stunted
Just doing me
Just being me
Fuck what cha think
Claim your baggage
When you land
Itís proper procedure

Throw a dart liver than the livest wire
Hold up you got Armani, Gucci, Fendi /
And other stuff or did cha label cop it
At a renters few like Palins outfits be/
All you little emcees get crushed like jelly beans
You ainít got rhymes, your just def to the dimes you dropped/
I speak mine without no grind your just another cog in the wheel
Check the flow I never yield I just JEDI Mind Trick you wit ease/
I can out rhyme you time for time, line for line, delegate everything you write
For cell straight outta your spine, get cha own back bone
Homes your wack as David the Gnome wit no where to go/
Iím a sheep cause I stock hold a chalk full lock and load
Rapid-fire the globe until Atlas falls I can still laugh at yíall/
Grip the pen, make your come nice wit the lyrics
If not cha soul gets shattered like a glass mirror/
Seen through viewer Iím newer than any Frisco spit a esparto
My harlot kill those cargos now you shop for rappers like groceries/
Grass grower home domer rolling on the floor like a newb like Noah
Joan of any arc I spark days in the york after they ported it/
I courted the Saturn til they dream casted it fasted til the PS uno came online
Dime penny rocker clocked out of heads like the red line hit yellow while it swells blue/
Get cha crew capcha tested invested addressed it carting off you hollow bastards
Wit no soul you just roll past the gates eject them like I did my worst date/
You rappers are a pain to bump when my girlís listening wanting the pop
I top drop her lick on the nipple while you sucker emcees stay june bugging wit no lights/

Never claimed to be nothing Iím not
Never fronted
Never stunted
Just doing me
Just being me
Fuck what cha think
Claim your baggage
When you land
Itís proper procedure

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-19-2009, 03:48 PM
This Is 4 U Whers Lol

BLACK BART SIMPSON
03-19-2009, 04:51 PM
I speak mine without no grind your just another cog in the wheel
Check the flow I never yield I just JEDI Mind Trick you wit ease/

peace sheepish (its lil ruger)

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
03-19-2009, 05:15 PM
I speak mine without no grind your just another cog in the wheel
Check the flow I never yield I just JEDI Mind Trick you wit ease/

peace sheepish (its lil ruger)

my man ruger what's good son

hit me wit a verse son we'll drop this classic style