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Old 08-16-2007, 12:31 PM   #19
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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
Boom bap troop it up skip school rap
Attract flows along wit skimpy hoes/
See through lingerie tits and ass-sets
My speech impediment rhymes I register it/
Flipping these words like crossword puzzles
Unleashing the muzzle on these poor pathetic muggles/
Now you huff and puff thinking you tough
When we tussle cuz u got muscles/
Iím a take a bite outta rhyme when I spit like Mcgruff
From Queens, to Brooklyn to Harlem back to Upstate New York/
Now we buck at the rate fade eím low like bass lines yo
Bang eím out wit the bass high and treble low/
You know how we go we glow, we grow wit the flow
Showing we got it and still continue to shine and glow/
All to blow show n prove make mince meat outta you louseís
You ainít goofy youíre an intelligent black man wit a plan/
We gotta stand band together, we all in together now/
CHAPOW! Fuck ya low brow how you nice now
Deadly wit the eye gauge lyrically Iím the high brow/
I spit it ludicrous, ridiculous how you want it kid
Thinking youíre nice when you out in the cold/
U frozen like Popsicle you more fickle than these
Plastic whores who are superficial and artificial/
Wit more carbon copy bimbos on TV than there are Game Shows
Hosted by Chuck Woolery and Pamela Anderson Lee/
You canít match wits wit a kamikaze suicidal emcee
Wit more eyes on me than an CBS Television affiliate/
Trying to ďRed & MefĒ me is a ludicrous idea like Chingy
Returning to DTP when you see me Iíll be making the band like MTV/

Incomplete recordings leaked to expand profits for record companies/
I drop it heavy, while spitting melodies moving at light speed/
Throw on the right beat, so the words i speak, peak precise/
Me and Sheepish conveying illuminating beams of light/
The sight of my presence makes emcee's bring presents/
I attend to queen regimes, forgeting the cats in attendance/
Break then mend mics back together for the defendents/
My militia remnants, rampage stages, damages endless/
Went dust settles, we meddle in biz/
Cutthroat tactics slashing the thorats of ya kidz/
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