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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-22-2009, 11:00 PM
Scroll the roll lived with clear buoyancy ripped a newly vetted
Words I never betted jaded tweeting on birds I didnít know that flew the herb/
Gassed wicked pregnancy pricked it dictating words
Screwed n chopped wit flows that never flops/
Drop hymns never haws when I come through
With those ODBís with them OTBís whether it be War & Peace/
I am a beast crafting masters after mathís been casted through greats of the bastards
Never bisques sick wicked licking more shots than timed bullets being plotted/
Flipping brands okay hands corner grams expertly drafting jams musically slams
Critically enhanced by silicone effortless drooling on you dooly clones/
Goaded mold cha too what I want cha too be now you view me through cracked lenses
End cha menaces presences be essences drenched in genesis entering the mentalist/
Split cha dome open call me the Prentiss kick drums pits rums never done when youíre sunned
Openly gun rumbling solo now we dropping more heat rocks than bolos can handle/
So when I saddle up I come up n blow yíall apart split cha apart atomically
Now you canít spend a dime of credit when your dissed virtually/
So what itís the one you loath In the cove I crave nothing but dissemination of fakes
Itís a beautiful thing when I knock out any bastard that disses the nine check the lines you spew/
I can view virtuous my nervous never be systematically disseminated exterminating flows
Colder than hoes wit pros thatís in toe wit skills I roll with killing it 24-7/

Now we back to the technical shit
Fuck the sleep I never peeped
Didnít cha see me Iím insane
Straight jacketed after facts
Now rappers rap I just rip

Fuck the blabber you splatter peel you back like a dutch master
Iím sick wit skillets, razors, knives and blades so long a protractor couldnít measure/
Desert cha like any storm in the desert didnít cha take pleasure in it
Split personality four a manor, threeís a charm, twos a fist fight and oneís lonely
Now Iím homely coldly bold rose out the crowd like a rose that grew out of concrete/
I can bomb feet or bomb beats I can bomb emcees
or bomb texts wit words wrecking you emotionally/
you cannot rationally rapidly disburst a flow so tightly wrapped a nurse couldnít fix
lick my dick bitch I can flick the switch and swatch cha ass wit a one smack/
tick tack back up in the grace taste the blood on my blade
raise from the faded era of turntables and microphones/
never needed auto-tune Iím baffling madoff raffling now weíre NFL tackling
back off the future my road trip was a nudist colony ripping asses like Mollyís/
Iím dolly off the hog G deadly wit minstral melodies leaving you edged out
Comatose flows obtuse to any rapper when I rip him I split him into particles/

Now we back to the technical shit
Fuck the sleep I never peeped
Didnít cha see me Iím insane
Straight jacketed after facts
Now rappers rap I just rip

THUGNIFICENT
05-23-2009, 12:22 AM
damn this is hot shit. real darts. love the imagery you're giving with this one, and doing it effortlessly and still making it a sick verse. good shit, liked this a lot.

Father N Dangerous
05-23-2009, 01:22 AM
Scroll the roll lived with clear buoyancy ripped a newly vetted
Words I never betted jaded tweeting on birds I didnít know that flew the herb/
Gassed wicked pregnancy pricked it dictating words
Screwed n chopped wit flows that never flops/
Drop hymns never haws when I come through
With those ODBís with them OTBís whether it be War & Peace/
I am a beast crafting masters after mathís been casted through greats of the bastards
Never bisques sick wicked licking more shots than timed bullets being plotted/
Flipping brands okay hands corner grams expertly drafting jams musically slams
Critically enhanced by silicone effortless drooling on you dooly clones/
Goaded mold cha too what I want cha too be now you view me through cracked lenses
End cha menaces presences be essences drenched in genesis entering the mentalist/
Split cha dome open call me the Prentiss kick drums pits rums never done when youíre sunned
Openly gun rumbling solo now we dropping more heat rocks than bolos can handle/
So when I saddle up I come up n blow yíall apart split cha apart atomically
Now you canít spend a dime of credit when your dissed virtually/
So what itís the one you loath In the cove I crave nothing but dissemination of fakes
Itís a beautiful thing when I knock out any bastard that disses the nine check the lines you spew/
I can view virtuous my nervous never be systematically disseminated exterminating flows
Colder than hoes wit pros thatís in toe wit skills I roll with killing it 24-7/

Now we back to the technical shit
Fuck the sleep I never peeped
Didnít cha see me Iím insane
Straight jacketed after facts
Now rappers rap I just rip

Fuck the blabber you splatter peel you back like a dutch master
Iím sick wit skillets, razors, knives and blades so long a protractor couldnít measure/
Desert cha like any storm in the desert didnít cha take pleasure in it
Split personality four a manor, threeís a charm, twos a fist fight and oneís lonely
Now Iím homely coldly bold rose out the crowd like a rose that grew out of concrete/
I can bomb feet or bomb beats I can bomb emcees
or bomb texts wit words wrecking you emotionally/
you cannot rationally rapidly disburst a flow so tightly wrapped a nurse couldnít fix
lick my dick bitch I can flick the switch and swatch cha ass wit a one smack/
tick tack back up in the grace taste the blood on my blade
raise from the faded era of turntables and microphones/
never needed auto-tune Iím baffling madoff raffling now weíre NFL tackling
back off the future my road trip was a nudist colony ripping asses like Mollyís/
Iím dolly off the hog G deadly wit minstral melodies leaving you edged out
Comatose flows obtuse to any rapper when I rip him I split him into particles/

Now we back to the technical shit
Fuck the sleep I never peeped
Didnít cha see me Iím insane
Straight jacketed after facts
Now rappers rap I just rip

feeling those lines tha most in tha 2nd verse right at the start of the 2nd verse. shyt was hot, overall tha shit was slammin :clap::yes: but thats wat stood out to me the most. anwyway love ur style yo. 4 real shyts hard. stay up keep droppin scriptures