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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
07-01-2010, 12:36 AM
Preface the rest of the novel with more hobbits than cabal
bringing in X's to those O's like emcees trying to be detectives/
chin check it best eastern best weaponry secondary
never been seen just a shadowy ripper known as Techwon/
check ya son best rung bell sung you ain't dissing
you ain't spitting your just an animal babbling/
you ghost get roasted like lunch meat with rags on
you basket cases get waste paper basket-ed/
you weak staples can't hold papers together
let alone keep a whole group together without splitting hairs/
given clear and present dangers tripping by rappers you praising
thinking isn't what cha inkling to do, so you rather groove beyond cha minds sight/
seen through the font cha fight with, going back to rugged nature of the former
cold and calmer, than I used to be spitting flows never from the machine/
I'm sharp as machete chopping through through ya regime
coming with ya extreme isn't something that's mean
it's just not wanted like your application/
so if you daring to test the best even
better get a receipts cuz they're won't be no refunds son/
they'll be examinations authorized by the guys behind area's in 51 different districts
spit kick flip spits drift off the tracks get cha mind back like another baseball bat/


I told cha I would show up Section 9 til The Sheep blows up
never doubting always kicking and screaming my way to victory
you can take me down, beat me up but ill never surrender


Zeppelin dead spin dead pan
get cha swag badgered ravage by a ripper so savage/
slipping slapping draft after clapping beats
homicide for the audacity spit at capacity/
put me repeat, defeat cha best vocal representation
taken an awaken broken bacon get cha team slaughtered/
I am the author, never in a coffin best bossing
touch up cha girl's gloss, she's looking busted/
I am coldest as the coldest winter never a splinter in the flow
re-known cipher spit fantastic button ya fly like the 90's Levi's ad/
too dope to cope spit a boatload of hope smoked out
clicking the mouses, flipping through blogs/
now we log drag you down like frogs
get cha crews dusted without a cloth/
roll through minds call me “Inception”
spit cha preceptions connected or disconnected/
your not on the webs so your inner be centered
without ying your yang will be displaced/


I told cha I would show up Section 9 til The Sheep blows up
never doubting always kicking and screaming my way to victory
you can take me down, beat me up but ill never surrender