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SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS 06-30-2013 09:18 PM

Magna Carta
 
Drop verses, off the earths tip pimp the ship
Peep the script that I gripped
They call it the Magna Carta
Seems like I was the author in a past lifeÖ

Blow back I throw tracks always be waiting before the gates and await for the seven to shine off the heat maker, I rutterbake ya/
Hope wish spit kiss flip a wig nigga this isnít the eighteen-hundreds
We keeps it burning on the road to Zion/
We ainít matrixing we just in syncing our iPods
Driven ides outta my marches see how we sit and squashing/
Never backing down, never taking off the crown
Never off hides like lives be cattle just drove to ranch for the slaughter/
I am the author, been an illustrator since birth
Making my worth everything it could and can be/
Speak on topics and keep dropping heat
Making beats repeat and making heads think thoughts/
Fought fragile wild when Iím hunting son be stunting
Stolen open cold crashing pcís making people scream
This isnít a Y2K thing this is 2010 decade thing/
Own soul control in wax, by ghost shit was dope thought etched
With soul that wasnít scratched, it was always great to latch/
Burial from a different dimension, game of thrones home we go
Spit in optics sight beyond sight, never thought kids could do that/
Blueprint pin sent best sent like botulism speak with optimism
Rocking wisdom on my sleeve with tattoos act they can rap too/
Fools facts roman optical thrown in, trade in
You ainít get pieces I release darts through the ether/
Assemble those flows in the basement, or my room
Sucker emcees tried to exhume the body/
Thinking itís GOD CARD coming thru the lobby
Asking if itís an alien or an optical illusion
So confused how they crossed them lines/
So when I penned a script astronauts quipped
It was fart thru space nobody heard, hatred burned
Suns of sons, stars on scars sewn through weave of the vacuum of space
The Magna Carta was author nothing could tell like no other/

Drop verses, off the earths tip pimp the ship
Peep the script that I gripped
They call it the Magna Carta
Seems like I was the author in a past lifeÖ

SKAMPOE 07-04-2013 08:54 PM

Own soul control in wax, by ghost shit was dope thought etched
With soul that wasn’t scratched, it was always great to latch/

Sucker emcees tried to exhume the body/
Thinking it’s GOD CARD coming thru the lobby

LOVE THESE LINES

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS 07-05-2013 08:43 AM

thanks,UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPIN!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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