Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Thread

[MX1]

thats a cool verse right there, but the flow at times was a bit off but the vocab and concepts were cool...8/10-good piece
if it wouldnt be too much, could you vote up on me and sidious katanas battle it's titled battle-open, thanks and good looking

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I came to this earth many times…..
Check the patterns of the rhymes
I came to this earth……
As everybody you could think of……
I came to this earth in many forms
I came to this earth many times……

I came to this earth
As Moses but they wouldn’t follow/
So I returned in the form as
Jesus Christ but they nailed me to a cross/
I came as every runaway slave
Giving the truth to sojourner/
I came as Fredrick Douglas
Making more progress/
Check the list so far
I spit it so you wouldn’t have to harvest/
Can’t flow wit the GOD
Unless you heard this/
Showing these words
to be powerful as nuclear bombs is/
Check the lines for words that
Spike ya spine wit fright in my lines/
I came to this earth as Malcolm X
To represent for the poor righteous teachers/
Spawned from Clarence thirteen X
Now I’m Garvey and Martin Luther King Jr in the flesh/
Doing work like Gandhi and Mother Teresa
I speak the statements without words being blatant/
Now you crossing the line
Making false accusations/
Creating chapters thinking
Your King James faking the game/
Trying to blaze your own trail
Without seeing others fall and fail/
Yeah I came to this earth as Solomon
Giving people direction when they were lost/
Now I’m forced to preach n teach KRS-One
Hold up give me a mic instead of a gun/

I came to this earth many times…..
Check the patterns of the rhymes
I came to this earth……
As everybody you could think of……
I came to this earth in many forms
I came to this earth many times……

[UNCLE RUCKUS]

that was dope real deep, peace

[J.T.S.]

Yeah Sheepish getting on sum deepish!

[J.T.S.]

came to this earth
As Moses but they wouldn’t follow/
So I returned in the form as
Jesus Christ but they nailed me to a cross/
I came as every runaway slave
Giving the truth to sojourner/
I came as Fredrick Douglas
Making more progress/
Check the list so far
I spit it so you wouldn’t have to harvest/
Can’t flow wit the GOD
Unless you heard this/
Showing these words
to be powerful as nuclear bombs is/
Check the lines for words that
Spike ya spine wit fright in my lines/
I came to this earth as Malcolm X
To represent for the poor righteous teachers/
Spawned from Clarence thirteen X
Now I’m Garvey and Martin Luther King Jr in the flesh/
Doing work like Gandhi and Mother Teresa

Those lines were the money in the bank.

Not saying u biting but at first i thought this was suspect similar to Krs-one's "Ah-Yeah".

[Johnny 6-feet]

Dug it man, you were standing at the pulpit when you wrote this for sure. I liked the religious and cultural references you worked into this. The imagery really stood out for me. The flow of the piece was broken at times but that didn't detract from the overall feeling on the piece. Your vocab was at the right level as well. The rhyme scheme could've been a little stronger but that didn't really matter either. Good work, looking forward to verse 2.

Keep posting.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

came to this earth
As Moses but they wouldn’t follow/
So I returned in the form as
Jesus Christ but they nailed me to a cross/
I came as every runaway slave
Giving the truth to sojourner/
I came as Fredrick Douglas
Making more progress/
Check the list so far
I spit it so you wouldn’t have to harvest/
Can’t flow wit the GOD
Unless you heard this/
Showing these words
to be powerful as nuclear bombs is/
Check the lines for words that
Spike ya spine wit fright in my lines/
I came to this earth as Malcolm X
To represent for the poor righteous teachers/
Spawned from Clarence thirteen X
Now I’m Garvey and Martin Luther King Jr in the flesh/
Doing work like Gandhi and Mother Teresa

Those lines were the money in the bank.

Not saying u biting but at first i thought this was suspect similar to Krs-one's "Ah-Yeah".


well i was inspired by KRS-ONE's verse and flow

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I came to the mic
Without an amphitheater/
I came to the mic acoustic rhyming without a DJ
I do these mics like Evel Kenevil do death defying stunts /
I came to this mic trying to rebel
Against these southern comforts/
I came to the mic and my flow smothers
These sounds without proof they unlocked the cage and call e’m “innocent”/
Do you in the booth like Kennedy’s Assassination?
You ain’t dumfounded like our current president/
You ain’t coming off the dome like Edie Imam
I’m taking those over without Caesar never am I anyone’s hoe/
My flow gathers without the parchment panicle of Hitler
I’m a socialist like I’m from Afghan check the map man/
We trying to socialize without these horrors
Of the Iraq and Vietnam War is now we scoring like 9 pins in bowling/
My flow be flooding these streets like Katrina, Helen and Rita
You ain’t get on PETA or hospice bullshit you let millions go homeless/
Now you screaming “protest” my flow isn’t useless
I pursue this non-violently like M-L-K used too/
Abuse these beats like voodoo my flow toilet shits
On you newbie’s without contusions confusing these emcees/
By misusing there confront level with minds to marvel
I need to meddle without a riddle/
Doing you diddle while they’re playing you like a fiddle/
Making me ultra magnetic critical as a nuclear reaction
Now you deleting me like I’m some bug in ya computer configurations/
Check your preferences trying to dance around these novices
Will get cha shit deep without a paddle trying to creep/
I bleep these suckers flow with you fuckers
You ain’t jam so I don’t spread cha shit out like smuckers/

I came to this earth many times…..
Check the patterns of the rhymes
I came to this earth……
As everybody you could think of……
I came to this earth in many forms
I came to this earth many times……

[J.T.S.]

Then keep it flowing!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Uppin

[J.T.S.]

This isn't ya best or worst!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

This isn't ya best or worst!

this is true its just one of those in between verses but i think its still dope

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Don’t get detached I wrapped the mics
Up in plastic bags masked my cover by barrages of C4 explosives/
Check the cord wound up in spirals then I tirade ya entire base
Rhymes hound cha syntax my lines intercept ya synapses/
Flowing currently with the jet stream without a wind screen
Check the scheme the meteorologist mapped and scanned/
Throwing darts at targets pre-determined learned the matrix
Traced without paper and pencils using technology
I hypothetically prescribe these rhymes to my audience like a doctor/
Proctor these test play chess wit there minds
Answer ever question with a second guess/
Check the length properly seeing a hundred questions
But only forty nine answers now your confused/
I’m fused to these stories like pens to the pad
Advertise my lines and you’ll get terrorist threats/
Epic lengths making harder to out epic me
Lyrically I’m optimized by the stock options/
Trying measure weights gravity defying these temples
Principalities govern these mothers as we’re fucking there daughters/
Call me the author forefather brother bothered by the order
Court e’m like torrents I bore the whores similar to floor boards/
Wooded laced metallic armed acrylic can’t feel my face
Coke headaches check his heartaches and his heart rates/
Taken global positions via satellites lured here by these sea questionnaires
Etch a sketch tombs in the rooms fools a doom school the rulers/
Plaster the greats domes too the edge of the rooms
Seeing Edgar Allen Poe in my dreams then focus my flows/
Darken my skin after mathematics I classically play tragedy
Making the majestic lyricist call me the “Raven” saving heaven/
Before I Michael Knight these Devon’s driven turbo boost
Face these fools in the fiction making them a non clandestine faction/
I react quick witted now you ask for gimmicks
Cuz I’m from the schools of the Nas’ and Canibus’/
Now you wanna bust e’m as I continue to punish e’m
Regardless if its halftime I’m still in a New York state of mind/



This is techno graphics
The way we see matter and anti-matter
Aren’t the same without visual aide
This is techno graphics
Illustrating pictures verbally still static to the naked eye
But visual enough to the mind aka the third eye
This is techno graphics
Using mathematics…

[MX1]

i liked that right there, you gotta different style about you, and it works well, good shit

[J.T.S.]

That's what i'm talking bout' here this is the kinda rhymes you should be bombing!
Making the majestic lyricist call me the “Raven” saving heaven/
Before I Michael Knight these Devon’s driven turbo boost
Face these fools in the fiction making them a non clandestine faction/
I react quick witted now you ask for gimmicks
Cuz I’m from the schools of the Nas’ and Canibus’/
Now you wanna bust e’m as I continue to punish e’m
Regardless if its halftime I’m still in a New York state of mind/

[J.T.S.]

It's tight but the technograhics one owns this.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

That's what i'm talking bout' here this is the kinda rhymes you should be bombing!
Making the majestic lyricist call me the “Raven” saving heaven/
Before I Michael Knight these Devon’s driven turbo boost
Face these fools in the fiction making them a non clandestine faction/
I react quick witted now you ask for gimmicks
Cuz I’m from the schools of the Nas’ and Canibus’/
Now you wanna bust e’m as I continue to punish e’m
Regardless if its halftime I’m still in a New York state of mind/

good look JTS i was listening to canibus' poet laurete infinity when it just spoke to me and blacked out and wrote this fire

[Johnny 6-feet]

You went overboard and into the sea with the metaphors you were using on this piece. Your choice of vocab was strongly wu influenced, from the rza school of rhyming. The broken rhyme scheme really busted the flow of the piece up for me though. And your choice of imagery ocassionally came off as randomly thrown together. I see you have talent, but your style isn't as reader friendly as it could be. I'll keep my eyes peeled for your next one.

Keep posting.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Crash these whips, stash these chips
My spit be acid to you fiberglass chumps/
Flask e’m gas e’m blast e’m while u sample these emcees
I trample these emcees like a heard of elephants/
Now ya trying blush like you got dimples
While cracking smiles and ya toothless/
Now you work e’m
Like ya girl’s nipples and ass cheeks/
My shit be virtually vicious
Line e’m up for target practice/
War Game these emcees like Matthew Broderick
Take over their brain and play chess wit e’m man/
Compute instructions over the internet before they intercept
I’m predating you like Alien versus Predator/
Accurate aim patrician ya brain half MAC half WINDOWS
My flow be AMD processing without cha INTEL my shit still excels/
At more gigabytes accelerating wit the RAM only dodge could handle
Preamble ya crew my flow be duel core Athlon 64 processor/
Without spreadsheets I PowerPoint these Donk’s thinking they clowns
As I’m publishing booklets without the templates I demonstrate/
Virus protection plan monolith architect rhyming settlement
Island plan solo Aladdin carpet ride without Jasmine after Genie/
Deadly dweller flow cycle moon rival marvel cape caravel
Rap battles are an emotional hassles I don’t dare and lasso/
Michael Myers you psycho outs with my own Mike Psycho
Bruin villain iller than any killer on wax as I attack tracks/

Not another Tech verse…..
How much am I gonna hit cha first
Give e’m the com-u verse results
This is boxing taken lyrically
And I ain’t cha announcer
I’m the pounder grounding you meat heads
Wit skills, patience and logic
Enough to pass through college
And this is something I made up
On the spot so if thinking it’s a traditional chorus
It’s not another tech verse…….

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Check the books and pieces
Paul Revere is apart of history/
Now we piss on the messenger
Instead of listening to him like Jesus/
We be visiting holy temples as staples of existence
Requiring assistance instead of visiting our inner conscience/
Bomb threats to non-sense I spit to quench my thirst for knowledge
Holler if ya hear me like 2Pac once said in a track getting us to listen more/
Dead these futile thoughts and don’t get caught off guard
Trying to read treasure too easy to measure/
I pleasure fusion booming walls moving like joysticks cross the level
As holes get plugged we call it pussy, coochee and anything above the sun/
If you’re a go getter better flow better cuz ya rhetorical lyrics
Get boring very quick making me trade in those wack discs/
And pick up some knowledge ability discs hearing them
Flip lyrics like gymnasts it is amazing and beautiful/
Now we fanning flame of hellish attempts to corrupt
The core facing the vortex of hexagonal beings/
Now we armed to the teeth wit metal weaponry
Exacting revenge is very fitting for ledge we walk/
Hear e’m talk loudly, proudly I round table these knights
Spark darts in the darkest of night taking a symbol/
Hoping to become a wrath in mist of the mind
Rewind and see the sunshine now ya become blind as we bind/
Flows fine refine define legends through actions to be determined
By heaven and those earthly vessel known as reverends is my ending/
Now I’m dependant on colossal events to make me move it
Without a movement I couldn’t improve on it so lay down my gauntlet/
And behoove these fools skip these schools take ya tools
Use e’m against these rules get broken fast like those that have been used/

It’s the questionnaire
Now breathe relief
From the chief rocker to the
Flow dropper to questionnaire
Asking the most provocative
Question there is to man
What is the purpose of life?

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

uppin

[singodsuperior]

I'm lovin' the wordplay. Keep doin' ya thing!!!

[noel411]

You've been dropping these darts in here as long as I remember, and always stayed true to your style. It's an interesting style. Unconventional rhyme patterns. Maybe a little reminiscent of Masta Killa. This verse was pretty cool. Seems a little uneven, but I've heard your audio and know it would work with your style. Anyway, it's good to see somebody with a unique style doing their thing, rather than following bullshit hip hop trends.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I got that bombastic lyrical arming a ghetto
Across America causing mass hysteria/
Now we verbally sparing just cuz we talking arms
And reading our Korans and Psalms/
Spreading “Knowledge Born” everywhere
It was birthed in streets spit never repeats like TV Screens/
Now we weeding though these forests
Full of weeds and bees and less flowers and trees/
Keep my spectacles rapping without metronome
Mr. Techno is home doing beats on Fruity Loops/
Roaming cities beyond the facts accurately
React to danger wit my spider senses/
I’m black in the costume without the Rasta’s
I spit past ya without any imposters I’m on ya roster/
Clear as Kevin Cosner my flow is polished wit out any radish
Clearly you wouldn’t ever considered my style that brandish/
Making it so outlandish you ain’t even considered classic
Niggaz and chicks are all unrealistic and just simply plastic/
I’m ultra magnetic emceeing at higher frequency than any currently
It ain’t all bout the bling and the ladies/
We got deaths in Louisiana now you wanna
Meet Katrina survivors after you got a charity established/
Now you want shine instead of helping ya local parish
Instead of trying to establishing something unrealistic/

You don’t got no spine
You just ball and hope to rewind the times
How’s you survive in this era and times
We on the grind everyday in the burbs
You don’t got no spine
You just react and don’t act
How you survive in this era and times
We on the grind everyday in the ghetto
You don’t got no spine
You just hope and pray without no ammo to spray
You think its okay to criticize my people
Without even asking why we act this way
You don’t got no spine
You just running wit cha tail between ya legs
FUCKING HERB!!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

uppin

[Lil' Ruger]

Beautiful.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

*THIS IS A J DILLA INSPIRED TRACK I'M WORKING ON COVERING "WILD" WITH MY OWN VERSES


Get it wild for the night like rampage
I amp the stage up wit my presence/
Trying to resonate my rhymes through u will never abandon ship
I got a pen grip tighter than any penmanship seen on paper wit ink/
Never level wit words to neglect
I check into palm pilots and computers
Like hotels and motels without a show and tell/
Ring the bell let’s battle wit beats and sound systems
Like Busy Bee and Kool Moe Dee used to do/
My flow isn’t a joke or fluke I blew through beats
Like pork wit less meat and more fat on it/
You’ve been bombed by the style check the vile
I’m the needle in the haystack you can’t subtract/
I’m so exact even when I rap I clap the track off
Without using my lips I vibrate this bitch still born/
Watching the lights dim without a care in the world
I embrace the light apologize for arrogance that steams my dreams/
We got those skills that be meaner than any criticism you can make
Against me and my team we be scheming for this dream/

C’mon feel the noise
Deejay’s grab the record
Put a beat on and let’s get wild (wild)
(Get wild, wild) get wild
(Get wild, wild) get wild

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

You can’t even begin too see my lines develop
I write these bars without even knowing what I’m say yet/
So don’t even begin to take bets as I wreck emcees
And demolish mic stands with skills that scan and snipe the DJ/
Relay my orders flow past these boarders grab the cords
And melt wires, mics and booths alike you can’t spit like/
This lyrical armed don deadly as a minuet micron
Without oxygen pumping I can’t rip these emcees to pieces/
I can get you my thesis you better believe it without these Mp3’s
You still cannot receive it trying copy my files without proper access/
I don’t need to blast the mathematics that remain ecstatic
Trying get me to stretch my bars out like elastic/
Thinking, I’m composed of the same compounds like plastic
You can’t wrap me in saran as my flow continues to expand/
Extradite the mic higher arch’s my lines march like elephant herds
Flow wit the flock of birds and rhymes be tighter than a cocoon/
Considered by a few as a Looney Toon buffoon that emcees
Claiming to give them the remedy without having an epiphany/
Can’t even make it look similarly to an unsolved mystery
Even if I’m spitting it cataclysmically sicker than the AIDS virus/
I’m still profound with a sound and can’t be clowned for the flows
That never flounders in sounds made on PC’s with the capability/
I’m iller than babies birthed through futility still bringing the pain
Making me exactly insane with a notably different name/
Check the rifle engraved got the letters “M.P.” on it
Wondering for the truth behind it but didn’t find out about it/
So they continued to wonder who was the M-P wit the initials M-P
Trying respectively doubt the existence of man that’s so psychotic/
When he was found he reeked of alcohol was the downing of many bottles
Claiming he was the rap apostle named beautifully “Mike Psycho”/
His most notable quotable “if you daring to test the best emcee unlike no”
The name must have been given to create fear intending them not to rhyme near this guy thinking he would commit a lyrical homicide/
Showing and proving was his movement so I guess he proved it
And got lost too it so he confused it for cynical satire and created murder/ instead of art sparking his darkest darts more inept without flows to intercept his peers considered “untapped” and “Unhinged” too hard to win/

I was given sight beyond sight
To write the unseen dream in the mist of the mind
I was given the sight beyond sight
Shown the light now I write the bright
Bring the sword like pen to palm
We ready to right the wrong….
I was given sight beyond sight

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

7 views and no replies what sup wit that anyway uppin

[Cee Oh Vee]

I aint tryna diss you man, 'cause ya way better than me but, hardly any of it rhymes..

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Don’t diss me cuz I went to school and did me
Diss yourself for not doing the same/
You gotta keep ya game face on ya at all times
Mines stay locked on target whether or not ya know it/
My flow grips the road wit a thunderous spit Tech, is a pro
Sitting on no chrome better yet “I’m the brokest rapper you know”/
Not to be steal catch phrases from greats like Sean Price
But I’m literally living wit nothing to show for it/
But glorified spits and a computer that helps me complete these tracks
I’m growing tired of you wanna be’s coming at yours truly/
Trying to the sickest thing coming out of the empire state
Since sliced bread I’m ready to go ahead and go for the head/
Dead e’m like a Cyclops I Cy-Op’s these emcees like the cops
You ain’t drop no evidence my lines be the leverage we need to negotiate/
Don’t make me Jamie Foxx these ladies I rhyme a line faster than most think
Been a host of TV show even though it didn’t go well we excelled/
So don’t dwell I can dumb it down for now
But cha gonna get it sooner than later/
I don’t stunt or front about what I got or have done
I’m a certified spitter with no one hit wonder/
I got that spit that’ll give them the thunder
Just don’t get cha buried treasure plundered/

We gonna be alright
If you just leave me alone
Don’t buy me anything
Don’t speak to me
Don’t even touch me
We gonna be alright
If you just let me be
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Uppppppppppiiiinnnnnn

[J.T.S.]

Iv'e peeped iller shit from u than this pretty average but i got what u were trying to say.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I’ve stayed tested yet bested
As I teach my pupils to peep for men wit skills/
If you build cha vocabulary, imagery and breathe control
I hoped cha learned how to speak properly/
We can frankly start wit cha beginning sparks show me ya heart
Throw me ya most lethal darts aim from heart not the head/
I defended seeing if they had what I took to make it in this arena
They got stars in they’re eyes but took it off the prize by a knock at the door/
After a brief recess we continued to progress wit styles I unleashed
Wit technical aspirations seeing them as almost equals/
But they had to surpass the prequel and enter the sequel
To truly become my equal you have to evolve, devolve and evolve again/
It’s difficult I say the most but cha can’t take the task lightly/
Trying to best a master before you past the elevation of education
Is like Chuck Norris counting to infinity not once but twice/
Migrate ya style or take the mic back to chamber you found it in
You ain’t define cha lyrical muscles enough to grab it/
Ya still lifting baby weights you can’t even show up the simplest primates
My flow seeps in the land and waits it out like ninja under the ravine/
See the lyricism in the line above giving you the grub without eating on it fully I’m no bully so take these tapes back ya chamber listen to every word
And study the archetypes before u write cha own stuff/
These manuals were crafted by the finest emcees to grace the gift on covers of magazines in the modern era just to name a few, Canibus, Nas & GZA/
Listen to the inflection in the voice see the syllables stressed as the words
Converse wit patterns converting them into rhythms making mathematically possible wit rock-able attempts cementing there legacy in music history/
And this is a little bit of my history and spark it indeed studying is my need
Grieving by the wayside my flow be based on techniques and tactics/
Rather than shady graphics making it more of an illusion than visual
Hopefully you take techniques and apply them wit style and grace/
Bring ya own game to the race is what I want cha to think about
Give yourself a glorious name with not too much fiction involve wit it/


Check, check the M-I-C 1, 2, 1, 2
This is a lesson in the style
Bearing the crescent seal
Of style strictly forbidden
But some had hidden it secrets
So to those I revealed it
They dubbed it “Rip n Raw”
Because of the skills it took
To pull off without a cloth

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Fuck the freestyle it’ll cost you ya street rep
To cipher wit me and without creditability
You’re unwilling weak material/
Already tackling similarities like Bad Boy & Diddy
I don’t pity the fool with an ultrasound of cool/
I ooze the flow check the skill I show and prove wit
When I blow I’m going out like Nagasaki and Hiroshima/
Fuck that I’m going out like the Hindenburg over Germany
You ain’t heard of me like a stray bullet hitting ya child/
I’m that bucky wild sick wit a style that could only be described
As rugged, raw, hardcore and underground wit a thunder pound/
I come wit lighting in jar release these bars like a natural disaster
You ain’t grammatically ill my verbal bullets will
Execute you when I cock it back, remember that/
I don’t need target practice or a beautiful actress
Just give me a one room apartment and a padded mattress/
Lace me wit the illest recording equipment and a PC so I can type it out
And record me beats through the illest processor check the connects/
Watch me get respected after I lay down these bars
It’s a chess match between me and the verse/
Check the matter I create outta nothing just air and some breaths
My methods be texture check for the illest pleasure/
Don’t measure me by average standards
You couldn’t get with the bandwidth to decipher my technology/
I go from nice to nasty, from soft to angry, from weak to hard
Yo better be prepared for war cuz I’m a take it there without a care/
For a hair on ya chiny chin this is a no holds barred match
I’m taking out the tables, ladders and chairs for this here/

You ain’t seen it done before
You ain’t see it spit this raw
You ain’t see it this hardcore
You ain’t see it this rugged
You’ve been diagnosed with
Rap phobia that affects song bitters
And writers trying to do this hear

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

uppin

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

If you daring to test
I suggest you come prepped/
Like the S-A-T I will soon to be an M-C
Killing these flows wit more skills that show n prove/
Don’t get lost in the shuffle I keep things quiet and muffled
Trying to step to the best even now you better bring better efforts nigga/
My spit be stepping full loaded
Never half way we going all the way/
Dead e’m wit my pen gymnastics
Unmask it like a bastard I discard e’m classic/
Pass it off wit more flows that come so raw
I rip e’m to shreds without refining them/
Now I’m lining up to shut e’m down
Bring the beats sliced and chopped on PC’s/
Now ya relieving me like pitcher you see
I’m a metropolitan armed combatant/
That be rapping wit more action than Jackson
As I Craig Mack my tracks wit more hype that cha don’t believe/
Don’t get deceived by these weak wack half ass rapping buffoons
Wit no skills and there not even in tune (STUPID FOOLS)/
They can’t carry the weight like a double S-K
My A-K be Kay slaying these tapes wit ease/
Breeze through beats now I reach an audience
Give e’m dope records that got the competition under pressure/

If you daring to test
I suggest you come prepped
And don’t step half way
Or you’ll get slain easily
On this M-I-C wit funky delivery
So don’t dare and test
The best even now
If you daring to test
I suggest you come prepared
To battle in the cipher
With no hype-man
Just a beat box
So we can rock

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Pull the plug on your artist
It doesn’t matter who’s the hardest/
Ya raps are targets by the P-M-R-C
But you still can not see what they see/
I ain’t taking sides I’m rhyming wit insight
Seeing censorship on the premise I commence/
Hitting the mic wit the same dense lyrics
I’ve been came wit before they started there shit/
I won’t say F’ Al Sharpton and Russell Simmons
But the words you want censored they already don’t play it/
So when I lay it down going for the crown
Wit the most awsomeist beat ever created/
You’ll be affiliated wit words similar wit
Compounds and structure I conduct rhymes orchestrate more scams
Than cycles a women menstruating and ovulating /
Combination creating verses in the sense of making the menace of society
Whether it be Norman Bates or Charles Manson have u ever seen a psycho/
We glamorize violence but hide when it really happens
How’s that a double standard when we can’t even have relations without suspicions proven beyond a reasonable doubt/
Life isn’t all “Law and Order” or an episode of “C-S-I”
What the hell is it too fly for a guy to speak it true and live/
Coming back to the focus you try and write this off
As another bullshit commentary but a rapper who’s sedentary/
With no party affiliation how can he a be a creditable source of criticism
But cha gotta look at it this way we elect you and you make judgments on what we’ve elected you to do, so what the fuck is up with that/

This is our American heritage
We have the right to vote
We got the right to freedom of speech
So what you trying to impede our needs
We’re democracy and the proof in the pudding
Whether democracy lives or dies
It’s our American heritage
And we gotta uphold it
And we gotta uphold it
And we gotta uphold it

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Uppin

[J.T.S.]

Get it wild for the night like rampage
I amp the stage up wit my presence/
Trying to resonate my rhymes through u will never abandon ship
I got a pen grip tighter than any penmanship seen on paper wit ink/
Dopeness from all angles

Ya still lifting baby weights you can’t even show up the simplest primates
My flow seeps in the land and waits it out like ninja under the ravine/
See the lyricism in the line above giving you the grub without eating on it fully I’m no bully so take these tapes back ya chamber listen to every word
And study the archetypes before u write cha own stuff/
These manuals were crafted by the finest emcees to grace the gift on covers of magazines in the modern era just to name a few, Canibus, Nas & GZA/
Listen to the inflection in the voice see the syllables stressed as the words
Converse wit patterns converting them into rhythms making mathematically possible wit rock-able attempts cementing there legacy in music history/

Good battle raps here..

As rugged, raw, hardcore and underground wit a thunder pound/
I come wit lighting in jar release these bars like a natural disaster
You ain’t grammatically ill my verbal bullets will
Execute you when I cock it back, remember that/
I don’t need target practice or a beautiful actress
Just give me a one room apartment and a padded mattress/
Lace me wit the illest recording equipment and a PC so I can type it out
And record me beats through the illest processor check the connects/
Watch me get respected after I lay down these bars
It’s a chess match between me and the verse/
Check the matter I create outta nothing just air and some breaths
My methods be texture check for the illest pleasure/

More rawness keep it coming champ!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Golden arms cashmere charms Shazaam Bangles
Wit haggler arms been here since Baton and Benetton/
Reminder over flows of decadence wit no overall effortless
My methods be crude totally unusual when I kick a flow so casual/
You masterfully dabble in flavors
You couldn’t even savor the taste of/
So I ravage the beats and start to cause damage
Rumble in the jungle like King Kong and Godzilla got a bundle/
Hear the thunder roar and skies rumble beef has started
Curb ya hardest and stick it out until we reach the target/
Rapid fire flows on the surface of pelican’s bay
I raid the candy section of the bodega for now or laters/
Give you trouble when I start pop and bubble
Hear the stomach rumbling when these lyrics start tumbling/
The mind start grumbling, graveling, starving pussy pop tarts
Clocked sharks swimming by my bait they took the cake/
Feast I famine rounded out these camel toe hoes wit no frills
I weld my sword wit skills treasures I build of knowledge all the time/
Grip the blade grind cha mind into the cascade of the shrine
Behind the tombs pen I killed the piece of me that love the priest in thee/
Flow wit the sea of writs my spits begun to lift
More than just mortar and bricks and just continued to kick a flee flicker/
Rip through bars like monkeys on the rooftop throwing bananas at you
So I just wrote a death note like Yagami Light to what a delight/
I didn’t know a Shinigami was going to visit me tonight
To walk me to the light in spite of my own rights/

If it rhymes then I’m a feel it
If it rhymes then I gotta write it
If it rhymes then its gotta flow
Then you gotta know I got
Flow notes often dope quotes
Wit no structure or pattern
Just verses that happen to be dope

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

It ain’t all about them flashing lights
My flows climbs the rafters after the laughter comes the tears/
So I sit back and drink a beer spit a bar or too
Flip through the TV channels to see old girl posing for the camera/
Now I zip zam zoom outta the living room into my closet
Find the hottest outfit so sparked it off
Wit some Rocawear spinkled wit some Coogi in between/
Now bitches look at me like a loser
I flow choosing my words carefully/
I’m still the heart wrenching emcee
So you best move carefully around me/
Now I’ve been bashed on literally never fictitiously
Speaking of old chick she right there staring at me/
Seeing my call on the celly, dissing me off like “he’s just a rapper”
He’s no dapper dan or actor worst than any bottle of Paul Mason/
Now am I wrong for dissing her cuz she’s acting like a gold digger
Am I being too niggerish spitting too vigious
While drinking a bottle of Old English/
So I’m killing shit like Kanye did before the car crash
I cashed in my chips copped me a Visa now I’m trying get a Mona Lisa/
Roaming around town, drowning my pain, hoping god will take it away
But to my dismay I felt the urge to jump in the whip and go to the studio/
And recoup my love for the Audio-Two so I ran through jumped in the booth, proving the truth without even answering my Bluetooth/

Blasting lights (lights)
Blasting lights (lights)
(Repeat 4Xs)

[OTB]

recoup my love for the audio two-

h ha, nice dart blastmatic

i get money i i get money

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

recoup my love for the audio two-

h ha, nice dart blastmatic

i get money i i get money

YO OTB THIS LINE IS A DOUBLE ANTUNDRA DUE TO "RECOUP MY LOVE FOR THE AUDIO TWO" ALSO MEANT I REFOUND MY LOVE FOR MUSIC TOO

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

It’s the flow setter, the bar wetter,
The ripper extraordinaire coming near/
It’s closed caption when I’m rapping in action
Like Kurtis Blow when divide into fractions/
Master graphical technological
Check ya variables and errors/
Increase ya marbles because
I’m hard to move like gravity/
Crush you’re mental with
1000 holds like Dean Malenko/
Turn you into a pretzel
And watch cha tremble/
Fold you into paper airplanes
And watch you fly away/
From Tokyo to Albania my flow
Be raining on ya wit more precipitation/
Increasing floods leaving loads of scuds
After you drop multiple duds/
Run through you chumps
Like lumps of oatmeal/

This is tech the truth
Lyrically proof in the booth
Raise the roof and rain on u
Flood the base wit just a taste
And eat cha up like waste


Yall still tugging on my coattails
I prevail and squash ya like bugs on my windshield/
Get cha mind wiped by magnets
Like computers and cassettes/
Erect a set, built me a connect
Now we got blocks wit bricks/
Flip those composites and recompose the chemicals
Wit residuals now we got a visual on the roof/
When I’m in the booth its pure truth
Like god’s infinite wisdom/
Giving emcees a cataclysm
When I’m ripping vivid/
I give you notes to quote
And report back to the critics/

[OTB]

yo blastmatic, i see what you mean bout audio two, audio(music too)

sometimez therez a big difference between reading darts with your eyes, and
hearing darts with your earz. True?

oh, and that ^last verse waz soild, nice flow, ill ending too-

[SID]

a lil freestyle.....

yo yo yo

Iam vile n versatile, i pile my verses while
my inner dial turns to a sinners smile
iam a killer...POW, AK longer then the river nile
snake killer style, i hate fake wigga childz
i spit miles of files, cia crack vials compiled
in the evidence, revoulution thats heaven sent
i never went to any crude dude - i sever necks
with my "firedance" you liar iam in iron stance
ready to rip your guts with little cuts an mystic chants
come taste my fist that scarz mass barz with fast dartz
impact of crashed cars, my vocals toxic like black tar
enter my zone an get smacked far, scratched n carved
smacked n charred, burnt to a crisp, learn my diss off by heart
cuz i take charts of my art, combine ma mind with a pen
and watch the "thought" spark, what you been taught is dark
dissolving like lard, my sword in shards, callin spirits from marz....

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

a lil freestyle.....

yo yo yo

Iam vile n versatile, i pile my verses while
my inner dial turns to a sinners smile
iam a killer...POW, AK longer then the river nile
snake killer style, i hate fake wigga childz
i spit miles of files, cia crack vials compiled
in the evidence, revoulution thats heaven sent
i never went to any crude dude - i sever necks
with my "firedance" you liar iam in iron stance
ready to rip your guts with little cuts an mystic chants
come taste my fist that scarz mass barz with fast dartz
impact of crashed cars, my vocals toxic like black tar
enter my zone an get smacked far, scratched n carved
smacked n charred, burnt to a crisp, learn my diss off by heart
cuz i take charts of my art, combine ma mind with a pen
and watch the "thought" spark, what you been taught is dark
dissolving like lard, my sword in shards, callin spirits from marz....

NICE VERSE LIL HOMIE BUT DON'T SPAM MY THREAD READ THE RULES OF THE FORUM HOMIE,

YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD
BLASTMATIC

[Johnny 6-feet]

The last verse you posted was pretty damn dope man. You combined what could've been a standard boast piece with a boatload of dope imagery which made it flow along nicely. The vocab was strong, but not too strong so that it was hard to follow and the rhyme scheme was solid. A few more multi's would've been cool to see but it didn't really pull away from the overall impact of the piece.

Keep posting man.

[SID]

NICE VERSE LIL HOMIE BUT DON'T SPAM MY THREAD READ THE RULES OF THE FORUM HOMIE,

YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD
BLASTMATIC

Dude other peeps dropped a verse in your thread, but when i post a verse iam spammin...whats the dealio?

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Dude other peeps dropped a verse in your thread, but when i post a verse iam spammin...whats the dealio?

sorry sid my bad homie my mistake i over reacted son

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Ladies and Gentlemen
You are bout to see…a past time hobby about to be/
Taken to the next level by the technical one
Highly respected in the internet forums son/
Whether I’m Wu-Tang Corp or Canibus-Central
I still combine like Voltron wit one body, one mind
I break bend, enter your mental and break you expediential/
Weaponry be darts essential to my conquest of the arts
Knowledge born, book of five rings read/
I represent the void aspect of all men
Who don’t have a clue of what to do then/
Sultan of the blade razor raid cascade faster blades
Get cha dart rendered end cha reign wit pain/
Taken the name graphed the complexes of the game
Chess-box opera locks knock down spots for the stocks/
Actual facts get spoke when flows became dope
Shook the hands of men that I didn’t know in the end/
Who would turn and become friends to fans
Given plans capture tracks produced by the black babe ruth/
Recoup the doe and come back to the booth wit more audio two
Viewed on screens putting emcees in the scheme/
While listening to Only Built 4 Cuban Links
I ink pens when I wrote up styles like Rae had on immobilarity/
Killing mics wit solidarity giving the public the polarity
That’s quite scary bury deep words beneath the surface/
Earth this lurch this word I spit given rips versions I spit
Flip my grammar grimy wit arms and hammers/
Scandalized rhymes open lives shed light on those
Who’ve been denied so you know I’m alive/

This technical lyrical
Armed mechanical
Spitting English
Giving yall…..
Something to
Speak on……
Reach onto….
Yall know who….
I eat emcees like…
Fish food…..
Don’t ask who….

[OTB]

seemz like you coulda been high off some bomb-ass green when you wrote this-

that chef rae flip, and that weaponry be darts --- arts sh-t waz well worth the read fam-

stellar penmanship 1nce again blastmatic-

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Channel ya inner child nah mean
Go back to the time when you was watching TV/
Sitting down eating feasting on ya favorite cereal
I remember a time when I used drop down in the couch/
Slouching and all that watching Mobile Suit Gundam
Or Voltron giving you the double entendres/
Teams up and dreams ups like the Justice League or the Fantastic Four
Giving your flows that iron ore making men outta molehills/
From villains like the Joker to Smufs in the catskills
My black builds me up like a Static Shock & Gargamel/
Rock the clock wit bars that lighting up the charts
Call me Richie Rich or Scrouge McDuck/
Once I switch my luck and yell out phrases like “Blathering Blatherskite”
Or transforming into a man of the night like Darkwing Duck/
I Bruce Wayne you lames wit skills that ain’t considered plain
Batman you cranes as I outwit wit you Jiminy Crickets/
Wit flows manifested so far I didn’t need the J-L-A or The Thundercats
Even those considered like Black Vulcan, Samurai & Apache Chief/
My relief came from seeing you geeks on the streets
Recognizing me like Final Fantasy VII or Robotech/
My flow never needs to metrosex you unilateral emcees wit low precepts
Coining series like Superhuman Samurai Syber-Squad or VR Troopers/
I’m bound to come hard like Kamen Riders rhyme fighters like Pit Fighter
Or Mortal Kombat-The Series, giving you Street Fighters another writer/
I don’t need to Captain N the game master or Game Genie you weenies
Yall lame emcees are like fat bitches in a ultra thin bikinis/
So when I win the next tourney just know I’m like Kool Keith
When I’m horny like Pepe Le Pew trying to get my boo like Doug/

Be kind rewind the tape before you
Bring it back to the store
And renew for more views cued by the play button
Skewed by scraps on the remote
So if you own a VCR……
Then ya know what I mean….
It's just that I'm ill school like that, roll them bars
Over R&B loops like that

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Open opus
Closed the books/
Cut the check
Take your rook/
Hook n’ shank the crooks
Don’t look too close… the jokes on you/
Viewed through cement shoes
Screwed loose snipers on the roof/
Now Hillary thinks it’s all a political spoof
Truth be told it was just a move from Deathstroke/
Open lead fire toast roast pigs on a barbeque
Camel toe hardly who scream ooh! /
Flow jukes you outta ya shoes
I ain’t no Reggie Bush fucking a prude/
My lines be C4 laced shoes ready to go boom
To any boo who wants to get loose wit the goose/
I’m the maverick like top gun before the sadness
Wipe your tears drink some beer and open ya lips/
I rips microphones like Hulk bashes and smashes
Cash in the blaster faster than kids fasting/
Raster imposter throw darts allot of vagina
More the miner like hollows and Drano/
I go Destro México check the techs yo
I flex my muscular dystrophy wit forbidden mysteries/
Once I found out I was diabetic I had to get all kinetic
And kill these mics wit more ascetics than antiseptics/
Check the leverage I come at cha head wit
I got the blarney stone hardly home/
Chrome dome joke ya self to sleep
I come back as the next DOOM you better make room/

This is the villain
Illing off the skillets
Killing flows so brilliant
Yall know who it is

Drive the ball to the hoop Catch cha off guard/
Leave you sampled wit technical arch bold
Sharks flow through your tank so well/
They ate cha eggs lose feeling in your legs
Drudge report flow off the court so what’s their too report/
Open traps wit zips, zams, zooms and zaps
Now it’s all on knots landing
When I’m skimming through her tits for scamming/
Now is that any way to come up to a manning
While I’m handling her wit more pipes she couldn’t have a gripe with/
To say it’s a gift and a curse like Jay-Z’s album was
Then nerds all over the earth and can curse and say it was/
Off the hook the hood doesn’t the artist I know
They ain’t heard of MF DOOM or Canibus/
They rather take their rust over some dust
When these wack cats got bust like bras and panties we lust/
Thrust our preverbal dicks too some quick sluts
Thinking we gonna get a nut off or too/
I can view wit skills out of your range
Sing the song again and you’ll get damaged like Pacman’s rookie year/

This is the villain
Illing off the skillets
Killing flows so brilliant
Yall know who it is

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Good evening ….
And look at the dictation you jotted down
I take lines in tow trying grow plants out dead weeds/
Now you can exceed reading the paper
Looking at the latest valedictorian from which high school or college/
And still feel left out without a doubt in the world but cha legs begin to curl
Feeling the urge to yell and hurl so now you trying to rewind/
But cha can’t even get the nerve up
like Doc Brown to jump in the DeLorean
So rather give it up to Marty McFly and let him take the reigns/
It pains you when you get a notice from the future
Disillusioned by the collusion confused by the confusion/
Now isn’t that amusing when your still getting abused
By your label, by your friends,by your family now ask your self is it amusing/
Now you saying no it isn’t so why should our kids have too put up wit it
Give it a rest already and stop being hypocrites

spitting all this convincing bullshit/


Good Evening {repeat 4X*}

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Yo hip hop be hectic as the gods on Mount Olympus
Tell those that centric to send Tech if he can’t send Tech, then send Blasta/
Techwon, magnificent evident wit lyrical content
Specific to sporadic sources, cutting down the conscious of rap/
If you got a sword then you better cut and scratch
Rather attack to track wit lyrics, paint graffiti on the wall/
Picturing murals to hieroglyphics to the pyramids of Egypt
I rip and eat this like savages did deer liver, I kill mics wit a sharp pen quiver/
Leave sliver of my DNA around to be cloned by the government
Onmipoint unimposing special utilities murdering beats
Tracked by pros wit exclusive mixing tools/
Cued by the view only a few can skew
Musical notes buried mental quotes statisticians couldn’t come close
Doped up technical specs uploaded to your CD and tape decks/
Eject cha mind into play list conducted by the fluid in ya spine
Regurgitate the information when the fluid is coagulated/

You live by the gun, you die by the gun
If it lives, and writes rhymes n lines then I can kill it
(Repeat 4 xs)

I rhyme; I scramble, and handle beats like weights I lift
Gifted graphed exoskeletons to my skeletal system/
Enhance the wisdom coming wit logic defined by third eye thoughts
Illuminati mentality few fought and fewer bought/
Caught cha off guard hit cha hard M16 machine demonize
Granite hammer head cha body into crumbs of bones/
Take the sharps and throw them often like darts
Sand dunes bask in the view skewed by winds I used/
Covering my tracks wit back hacks and zap packs
Map raps out metric scales to being proficient in brail
Leave you sucker emcees frail so you can’t hurl and wail punches at me/
Battle MC’s like Afghans, Chinese and Nazis now I come back from the struggle
And run laps like the fastest man alive thriving off adrenaline alone/

You live by the gun, you die by the gun
If it lives, and writes rhymes n lines then I can kill it
(Repeat 4 xs)

Cook your goose, fuse your synapse together
Causing pain and pleasure wit simple receptors/
Measure the templates wit ionized density plates
Crate grabbers havoc hackers rap wizards
Cook ya gizzards like the livers of lizards/
Off wit cha head, deaded medics wit headaches caused by crittics
Triggered by sonic frequencies only dogs can hear by an iPod Nano/
Making me too tough to handle like gladiators and soldiers
Prey like a mantis when I’m surfacing like the lost city of Atlantis/
Covering the canvas wit scattered categories actively seeking silent glory
Untold stories until I get to the brilliant age of forty wit my little shorty
Telling my stories wit third persons point of view/

You live by the gun, you die by the gun
If it lives, and writes rhymes n lines then I can kill it
(Repeat 4 xs)

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

My mind is designed like rivers and Egyptian pyramids
When you walk through my temple you’ll see pleasure and pain/
Taken various names enshrined armed minds wit spikes and arrows
Cut you down quick like a sparrow after the harlots sing ballads/
You see coffins and caskets after mathematics and ledgers
Feel the fair to bad weather after you see my face next to the tether/
Placed above books binded in leather and papers filed next to folders
Swords and switch blades, axes and AK’s now that weapons I’ve mentally made/
Crash through my mind’s museum you’ll see parallel wit different things
I tend to excel shelling tactics, people and other things featured/
My memories aren’t just behind glass or concrete
They’re open vaulted held up vases placed in cases facing the open air/
Shackle you rappers who are easily baffled by science and technology
You couldn’t decode my flow let alone know how to operate an iPhone/
My flow is full blown rather than glitchy and sparsely duplicated
I’m educated like Clark Kent before he became Superman/
I’m educated like Bill Clinton before he became president
So whenever you criticize you better exercise caution
Before you gone like the wind like Scarlet O’Hara/

This is rhymes ionized before they were executed
So whenever you decide to repute it
You better compute it….
You better reboot it….
You better review it
You better reuse it

Understandable bars newspaper scars cut cha rhymes down to lines
You’ll soon find no substance within and nothing but disposable music/
Don’t misuse the culture you pillage and vulture
Once you’ve rummage the cupboards don’t think there nothing above it/
I relived my life through the eyes of those whose been by my side
My shelves ain’t even bare or empty their just hidden wit plenty/
Open bars shark bites reveal swords sharp as Excalibur
Now I’m the ravage gardener hold cha shit while I spark it up/
From liquid metal to slick Sassoon grease I’m a beast for the ages
Flow wit the dope heads from the 80’s to the freaks of the 90’s/
Now I’m the grimy slick lyrical talker wit skills like a b-baller
Provision rhyme hawker flow settler now your just a dope peddler/
After rapping I can go back to just sitting and napping
Before I go back to scratching and macking/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Open the gates whether pearly or black
Run tell that, flows are raps/
As I backpack it back to the valley
Making me Dizzy never Gillespie/
My spits be acid now you see me
But cha eyes are now longer here gone similar to Agent Orange/
Once you’ve seen ya fam die from booby traps and mines
Operating taken faces rename myself something other than just another replacement/
My A.I is flows that ain’t real or exact similar to any flick by Stanley Kubrick
Now we got War Games without any Matthew Broadrick/
I come wit skills out witting Hal without any Paypal
My bars gel wit storms that winds excelling/
On the warpath extreme forecast national actual facts
Trash your trailers from tornados and hurricanes/
Touching land is Mother Nature’s ace in the hole
Bold shoulder block can’t clock the cold front/
Stole huts from the natives behaving like a rapist
Terrorist, you name it we’ve claimed it/
Its America people now we’re going global
In this new frontier start cha car and put it in first gear/
Shift backwards now the government hack minds like Jean Gray
Professing claims of the same damn thing/
But they’re fear you when you’re walking around wit an open container
Propane flow drainer making games out riots and revolution/
Never coming to that absolute conclusion that cha gotta live the evolution
Confusing ain’t it we can proclaim it or distain from it/
We can make war not love, we can hate or debate
It’s the chances you and I gotta take/
Faking the breaks making these Hip-Hop fiends come alive and awake
We need to riot like the ’94 L-A Riots was/
Even if we get arrested we gotta address it
Fuck a confession we gotta combust and give them this blessing/
Murderers don’t get away wit a fifty shot regime
Without recognizing its wrong in the 1st place/
Coming back to life after you press continue on the start menu
Open letter cd to cassette to MP3 to DVD we’re all digital overly critical/
Fuck a miracle I got the means to make the incision yo
Never gained my doctorate but I have been mad tolerant/
Now we either gotta go extreme or bring out the next regime
We can’t keep having the same old corrupt means in Washington DC/

This is Lyrical Poetry notice me
Openly express my feelings on any subject matter
Nah Mean, this is Lyrical Poetry notice me
(Repeat 5X)

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Gravity action packed stifling trifling
I’m always Michelin while y’all are cycling/
River wrote flows dope enough to show and prove ya know
Dorm Mack y’all know what I study aight/
Flow fire retire dwelling in cinderblocks
Opposite of molten lava cold crush you before yonder/
Offer guidance rhyme a riddance my mind remains silent
Often violent when I’m retiring hitters when I’m on the mound/
Neither ground cha fellow people nor never consider me an equal
I’m a man apart deathly with the hollows in my heart/
Undead crept swords cut cha like radioactive isotopes
Educating others wit solider be friend my brothers and sisters/
Ever notice a spitter is quiet until he starts ripping gripping
The pen wit wisdom arcane to anything considered acclaim/
Taken a name gravity polar opposite shoulder pops too it
Now you view sling slung ring bells that already rung/
Hold cha dart too yourself if you ain’t got Nathan say
Don’t say Jason I break weaponry over any emcee/

We got flows that never say ayyo
We got darts that never say no
We got sharks that are ready bite
We got swords that are ready to cut
We got hearts that never flutter

Open acropolis my lines be navigating through your metropolis
Now you can view it on TV screen all through the U-S-A nah mean/
Gripping pen relatively necessary to bury my competition
Wicked driven sin city living darts your missing/
Given graphic arts penning charts bible talks
Cancerous flows open know-how’s and glows/
Give me plants that I can grow in the see of hope
My flow is soaked the river of the Nile before you got wild/
I carry my sword and shield wit the cheerleader squad getting it hard
Throwing my pitches like Satchel Page and Dwight Gooden/
Emcees are nothing but sticks and stones
And they already got they bones broken/
Lines are loaded wit sounds I saw that looked golden
Proven never I was loosing when I was proven like Jacob before he was chosen/
Broken blades chalked it to total ignorance infinite wit no relevance
Emcees stay catering to the industry’s needs and not knowledge 4 the seeds/
Shoto-khan weaponry zooted arms cameras don visuals wit imperial nature
Making me flashing quicker than Kodak do so you view me in a panoramic view/
Don’t get cha view skewed by blind eyes realize the TV isn’t your guide
It’s your life live it like you want to just uphold views those you use/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Remember me? ("Rip N Raw")
Remember me? ("Hit e’m hard")
Remember me? ("I’m Mr. Mike Psycho aka Mr. Unlike No Other Emcee")
Remember me? ("I'm Techno")

Fuck off when the sawed off goes off
I’m hard wit the mosltov on cock ready to rock/
Bust more nutts in more chickens than farm full of sluts
Than what goes cluck in 2 Ol’ clock in the afternoon/
Take a shit on these emcees quicker
than liqour that fucks you up quicker/
Now you trying spit at me
wit no skills or a latch key/
I’m the next batch G exhasterbated
I’m exhausted and irate wit creativity in me/
Next to rep ever to set it up motorcades
X-ray van sweaps lyrical creeps after I teach/
Don’t cha even front like “Gangster rap made cha do it”
I say fuck “Charleston Heston” and his NRA weapons/
I’m checking into hotels where the lobbiest can’t even spell
Yell at the top of my lungs when they’re hearing guns/
I run through the cipher wit a multitude of rhymes
That melt the stratuspshere after I drink a shit load of beer/
I’m off the hook claiming victims like The Manson Murders
Verbally narcopletic when ever I’m spitting these antasepctics/
Ripping mics settling shit when ever these other emcees decide to quit
Flip a coin I used to flip on schedule like chick on her period/
Now I’m too busy busting out psychocemetic lines to HULK UP!
When ever these muscle bound suckers emcees wanna BULK UP/
I’m back on my psychopathic psychotic shit spitting locomotive lyrics
Coming at these TRL rappers wit lyrical styles that should have been tactics/
Now I’m past the point of no return like the fire that just burned
At Universal Studios I’m ruining you like MTV’s The Real World/

Remember me? ("Rip N Raw")
Remember me? ("Hit e’m hard")
Remember me? ("I’m Mr. Mike Psycho aka Mr. Unlike No Other Emcee")
Remember me? ("I'm Techno")

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

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[J.T.S.]

Damn sheepish nice kollage of lyrics you got fam!

[Ritter]

Some serious vocabs going on son. Keep it true.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

How do you want it lyrical, soft or sarcastic?
My spits aren’t rubber or plastic their straight metallic/
Like the darts I throw crooked look at cha book it
Anytime you read the name Sheep, Tech, or Chaos
You’ll see the name “ODDS” next to all of them/
I’m the sick semi automatic when I’m authoring flows
That’s crazy pyrotechnic ultra magnetic when it’s all kinetic/
Dropping bombs on them when I’m armed wit Viacom
Killing you without the normal slang I usually bangs with/
Spit wit the intensity most can’t even explain my sanity
Running rambunctious slowly glowing throwing out plutonium/
Break them down like genetics making them easily pathetic
Out cha like Gaylord in the closet my sparks be ominous
Rhyming dominant when ever I earth quake it like Fat Man on vacation/
Now you want to try n get down wit the crowd
Likes that’s the proudest thing you can do/
If you want to be on “The View”
You’ll have to cry like “Elizabeth Hassleback” do/
Cuz I’m going too “Whoopie Goldberg” your ass
Quicker than the check you can cash/
I’m out in a flash crash through the minds of the week
Leave you shattered like glass windows on display/
I am that “Hostile” when I SNAP, CRACKLE & POP!
You’ll be shocked your heart will fluxgate into RED ALERT/
You’ll need lil aliens inside you to bring you back like “MEET DAVE”
So when you got skills I’ll make a purchase and steal all your rhymes in an instance/