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    Default Good flow Sheepish, and sinatra

    I can't be stagnated, an irregular individual who's inners innovating
    My motives motivating me to snatch niggas c.r.e.a.m. while i'm cremating
    And creating creations these cretins protest, canidates debates amazing
    Maze king, crown filled wit bling, lightning strikes as i enter the ring
    Stunning how i sting emcee's who bring the ice-talk i melt like ice cream
    Break a rappers back so they can't lean, i shine like infa-red beans
    Ban ya banners, break ya hands, and feet with sledgehammers
    Have em looking dumber than Killa Cam in front of camera's
    Slamming men in slammers, i oppose the properganda
    You deader than Anna Nicole, police can't track me on scanners
    Grammar gamma rays clear my path, bloodbath wrath as i spray
    You lone gone, and forgotten like Lil' Mo, and Nicole Wray
    Last edited by Mantra; 08-13-2007 at 02:09 PM.



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    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/
    I’m 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 e’m low like bass lines yo
    Bang e’m 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 louse’s
    You ain’t goofy you’re 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 I’m the high brow/
    I spit it ludicrous, ridiculous how you want it kid
    Thinking you’re 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 can’t match wits wit a kamikaze suicidal emcee
    Wit more eyes on me than an CBS Television affiliate/
    Trying to “Red & Mef” me is a ludicrous idea like Chingy
    Returning to DTP when you see me I’ll be making the band like MTV/

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    Nice ness!



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Quote 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/



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    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/
    Seen these short fused compatriots after paper
    Now when they get cuts on there finger tips/
    I grip the pen and pad invade cha inner space
    Donít call me Martin Short I hold court like ďKing of the RingĒ/
    Donít speak ya mind ya live sounds arenít even fully produced
    Your BPM rates and ya tempo are incomplete like ya mental state/
    Growth anatomy rapid conversion cells divide as we do on the mic
    You trying conquer the game when the game is conquering you/
    Youíre invalid knowledge is quick rejection like bitch just had
    An insurrection connected interjected wit words are a weapon/
    Stress ya ethics subroutines donít even compute wit you drones
    Bag them like bones, donít get phased but some of us are composed/
    I cross fuse ya dome make you look more disgusting than Borg drones
    Donít get cloned, your genetics arenít even FDA approved/
    Now emcees trying to out rewrite me n JTS like DVD-RW are unlikely
    Donít get cha blade broken when taking on a couple of veterans/
    I know itís hard to stomach when you got inter-gestation
    Just take some TUMS my rhymes will melt cha like antacid/
    You canít grasp it cuz you shit is too fat and not flaccid
    Iím intelligent lyrically youíre still irrelevant and incompetent/
    Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 08-16-2007 at 11:21 PM.

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    AYYYo..

    Doctor Sleepwalker,.. the Ganja,.. the Rasta sheep farmer../
    I lost my peace,.. whats to eat? ..speed to the meat harbour/
    confused and conclusive,.. my fuse is abusive../
    Don't touch it, ..you'll crush it, I don't want to do this/
    The trust is clue-less, ..wounds have a lust for the Q-tips/
    Peroxide burnin'... that healthy pain.. /
    Inside's turnin'... but outside there's deadly rain/
    A friendly game?? ... why is there angry faces with steady aim?/
    A hungry focus with heavy shame...../
    I've been dead since the Chevy came../

    pea2e

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    It’s the return of Malachi, the Prophet prophesied of homicide/
    the reincarnate Selassie I, I conquered skies and been ostracized/
    now it’s time for me to fight, time for me write and lite the reefa pipe/
    somebody’s cryin to sleep tonight, somebody’s dyin to eat tonight/
    I’m tryin to keep my eyes to the moonlight but it’s too bright/
    I can’t let the booze make me lose sight of the right Hebrew life/
    I see through night like a bat’s sonar, survey Mars on my radar/
    I’ve seen quarks and quasars, my rebirth name is the Daystar...

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    mic messiah who lite-tha-fire 2 tha righteous-liar//
    ignite-subscribers-wit-the-light-of-riders,fight subsiders//
    climber of the endless hill killin in the likes of myers//
    chillin-wit-a-knife-da-virus sent 2 merk the industry//
    touch u in the mind wit third eye or hurt u physically//

    yo prophet if u ever wanna collab on sum shit GET AT ME YO

    bloody jewels all day
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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Seen these short fused compatriots after paper
    Now when they get cuts on there finger tips/
    I grip the pen and pad invade cha inner space
    Donít call me Martin Short I hold court like ďKing of the RingĒ/
    Donít speak ya mind ya live sounds arenít even fully produced
    Your BPM rates and ya tempo are incomplete like ya mental state/
    Growth anatomy rapid conversion cells divide as we do on the mic
    You trying conquer the game when the game is conquering you/
    Youíre invalid knowledge is quick rejection like bitch just had
    An insurrection connected interjected wit words are a weapon/
    Stress ya ethics subroutines donít even compute wit you drones
    Bag them like bones, donít get phased but some of us are composed/
    I cross fuse ya dome make you look more disgusting than Borg drones
    Donít get cloned, your genetics arenít even FDA approved/
    Now emcees trying to out rewrite me n JTS like DVD-RW are unlikely
    Donít get cha blade broken when taking on a couple of veterans/
    I know itís hard to stomach when you got inter-gestation
    Just take some TUMS my rhymes will melt cha like antacid/
    You canít grasp it cuz you shit is too fat and not flaccid
    Iím intelligent lyrically youíre still irrelevant and incompetent/

    Gotta hustle just to pay the rent, soon 2 move in a tent
    Street tenant, the government corrupted our parliament
    Spent days in a daze recovering from a stray graze
    Bloody clothes are a reminder of the gun craze
    Mystical ways, keep the cut short with waves
    Ocean flow,specific views to get the dough
    Souls trapped in the struggle, weapons guns, and blades
    Coming of age masters, hip-hop broadcasters
    Every day is another page in the chapter of the book of life
    Best friend took my wife, know they sucking the glass pipe



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    everybody's shining and slaughtering in here!



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    everybody's shining and slaughtering in here!
    hell ya this is dope, session man

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    Allot emcees nowadays talking about money, bitches and yae
    Thinking aye okay wit no funds to display on tenement payday/
    Drip dry Kay Slay the mix tape scene wit dishwashers’ extreme
    Wash ya on the illest spin cycle so that flow stay clean/
    Ya worthless penniless dreams think schemes and scams
    Damage a man just by a measly milligram/
    Thinking you gonna gather a men to damage my plans
    It’s a hard enough time building army against “Barney”/
    You can’t harm me wit flows that can’t even prove or show
    I blow through verses like hurricane seasons/
    Give me a reason to come breezing
    You ain’t spitting enough this season/
    Join the amateur’s league if you’re so intrigued
    You ain’t dirty, grimy ya nice and shiny/
    Ya flow, ya lyrics and ya skills is “Tiny”
    You ain’t no “D-bo” you ain’t rolling rock playing C-lo/
    I got that glow Hell Razah was speaking about yo
    I’m a leader wit my troop index on speed dial/
    You ain’t even made it past the aquatint stage
    To even be considered my rival/

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    ayo



    poisonous collaborations b the prequel for mic decapitation//
    facts adjacent wit the minds intertwined wit the emancipation//
    of slaves 2 the game blade 2 ya frame relax wit satan//
    smite tha frauds live above the law but act wit patience//
    cats is fakin "waistin lives" like sperms cells released from masterbation//
    tru meanin of "MC" move-crowds wit styles that's captivating//


    just a lil building for yall

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    I taught karate to kids so they'd be too buzy to catch bids
    Keep my tactics secret like the illuminati payoff to clap B.I.G.
    Scalp a cops wig "pass the bone" to Sid, were declaring justice on pigs
    "Life's a bitch" like Puff, word to Nas i puff lye
    Punch-lines, and punch eyes, smoking chronic doing "lyrical drive-by's"
    My thread full of live guys, lyrics fly out the computer monitor
    J.t.s. soon to be large like the shoe size of Monica
    Emcee's get played like harmonica's, and slutty wives
    Bring the Ruck like Sean word iz bond you'll pay the price
    Last edited by Mantra; 08-21-2007 at 03:57 PM.



    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    My thoughts run allday, similar to box fans
    Held back bya money dam
    Peep the art too deep and dark
    For me to act funny and, i gotta let'em loose so
    I'll take a hour outa my week to the let the troops roll
    Crews bold and fake bow down like sun flowers
    On the hottest days, and its not from gun powder
    When i cross local streets, cars stop, i'm runn'in this
    I make my presence felt, all hearts drop and stomachs twist
    I'm respected, alpha male wit the old mountain tale
    Too wild to try and test bitch, my allabyes a death wish
    I see the fakes ahead of time like ed reed and i weed'em out
    Crack they shells wita pound like eggs see then i beat'em down
    You don't wanna get caught outa line like slide'in doors
    The aoutopsy doc'll be wonder'in why'd he fight'em for
    Leave niggas laid out like european slave traders
    If u run now, you bound to get gun downed an slayed later
    Cuz i'm like Sam Gravano, this killin' shit is automatic
    But not the king rat, be strapped wit three macs
    And u might just leave at, a common shook state of mind
    But all u did is delay sum blood shed, and awake a mime
    Who follows you around like a little brother plus
    Now when ya get to ya crib you'll find ya mother bucked
    Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-22-2007 at 12:42 PM.
    The dealer of hope is selling me lies
    Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise
    This life was never mine, the rivers never ran
    Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands
    Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed
    For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman)
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