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    Good looks Sheepish



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    We was friends before the B.M.W., and the Benz
    Two emcees trying to make it, doing videos through camera lens
    freestyling in the school gym, two honor roll students
    Flows were wack at first, over years showed improvement
    Balling in high school, you pulled girls i was losing
    Caught up in weed smoking, liquor abusing
    A fool that was at the range shooting
    Or on the block robbing any weight moving
    You were confused about what i was doing
    Choosing to indulge in negative energy
    While you were determined to uphold your intergrity
    Saving your c.r.e.a.m. to flee the city
    I was trying to be Nitty, acting all gritty
    Gun packing, that attracted the cops
    And a couple of hardknocks that seen the god and busted shots
    Hit, or miss i'm through living like this
    After that first up north trip, for the payback the fiend hit
    your vision i seen split, eyes blinded
    Time i can't rewind it, but by memories i'm reminded
    The contract you signed it, off the grind quick
    Rolling with Ty Nitty from Queensbridge
    Clothing flashy, flows and women nasty
    Seen me at a show and just passed me
    without speaking, a strong bond know weakened
    love comes and goes, no time for beefing
    I'm analizing the past chiefing
    good grief, and the conversations brief for the weekend
    I'm with the Gods teaching, seen me at mecca and started reaching
    Crew creeping, and peeping the drama
    Caught you with a tackle, grabbed your lama
    If my man Roy sprayed you wouldv'e been a goner
    Know it's a blood on blood war on every corner
    Last edited by Mantra; 06-17-2008 at 12:08 PM.



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    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    Devils hide behind they screen, don't wanna clash wit this titan
    You suck at boxing, you should call yourself Mike Dyson

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    Quote Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
    We was friends before the B.M.W., and the Benz
    Two emcees trying to make it, doing videos through camera lens
    freestyling in the school gym, two honor roll students
    Flows were wack at first, over years showed improvement
    Balling in high school, you pulled girls i was losing
    Caught up in weed smoking, liquor abusing
    A fool that was at the range shooting
    Or on the block robbing any weight moving
    You were confused about what i was doing
    Choosing to indulge in negative energy
    While you were determined to uphold your intergrity
    Saving your c.r.e.a.m. to flee the city
    I was trying to be Nitty, acting all gritty
    Gun packing, that attracted the cops
    And a couple of hardknocks that seen the god and busted shots
    Hit, or miss i'm through living like this
    After that first up north trip, for the payback the fiend hit
    your vision i seen split, eyes blinded
    Time i can't rewind it, but by memories i'm reminded
    The contract you signed it, off the grind quick
    Rolling with Ty Nitty from Queensbridge
    Clothing flashy, flows and women nasty
    Seen me at a show and just passed me
    without speaking, a strong bond know weakened
    love comes and goes, no time for beefing
    I'm analizing the past chiefing
    good grief, and the conversations brief for the weekend
    I'm with the Gods teaching, seen me at mecca and started reaching
    Crew creeping, and peeping the drama
    Caught you with a tackle, grabbed your lama
    If my man Roy sprayed you wouldv'e been a goner
    Know it's a blood on blood war on every corner
    Disturbing when Iím writing spit fire make any emcee expire
    Past his pasteration date after they misprint his experation date/
    Donít debate I hate flame throwers thinking they boaconstricters
    Donít get it twisted your gifted but cha not listening to crittics/
    I dictate my lines to my interviewer trying review me
    Is like re-reading the bible front to back youíll never get me/
    I can discombobulate your mind off itís axis
    I kick goals in practice without reaching my average/
    Take out cha best men wit less than 45 bars in an instance
    Iím after thoughts when you bring me up in converstations/
    Creating turbalence when I disturb your peace making me a beast
    Reach cha limit when you peaked I never peaked I just keep reaching past your limits/
    While you busting n bitching like pussy without a labia
    My major be broadcasting be how I be raping you without all the commentary/
    Donít get cha self buried before you even got married
    Itís kind of scary ainít it when you young and still tainted/
    Once I paint it you try and duplicate it without stencils you still canít trace it
    Iíve faced the artist and become the optimist spitting the hottest/
    While yíall are still water boiling in pots and pans
    thinking the greace is gonna make you hot as I am/
    I think you should revise your plan it doesnít stand
    It falls before you plant the tree in the sand/
    You better sand bags before I flood what cha had
    I got more plastic than paper bags Iím biodegradable/
    Iím explainable like flamable bars you trying light you stupid retard
    I think itís kind of hard to wrap your brain around something you didnít master/
    Even if youíre an actor your assets still couldnít master what Iíve accomplished
    Even as a novice Iím still quite polished wit skills
    that never extinquish just demolish/

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    Rhyming lines that stock ammo
    Like camera angles we get star spanggled/
    Wrangle emcees necks wit chin checks
    Instrumental in cause devastating debts/
    Reject most beats cuz I’m a full fledge beast
    Roast flows over grills like lunchmeat/
    Defeat these monster sponsers thinking they tiger woods excelling
    I’m decelerating like kyle busch microphone attonment
    taken the globe by storm in a momment/
    there ain’t no day after tommrrow to borrow from
    live and let die James Bond style after I close the solar panels computers get scrambled/
    Closed off apparatus capture gladys by the baddest roof top escape
    Batman couldn’t duplicate coming off a whirlwind the girl spins and grabs the ladder/
    Wit candor I gas my opponents wit bombs dropped so calm
    I blaze arms like john frazier’s dropped Ali’s jaw/
    Ripping it raw hitting the game hard bargin minds jargon
    Bitter widdle down mental migrains wit insane membranes/
    Taken the game galvenize the slang wit ultramagnetic
    Ill kinetic warship spark nitro gliserin clips too hot to grip/
    Flip darts firing sharks wit mics I never bite like weak nerds
    Verbalize my rhymes wit slang that is all I need slime/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    Rhyming lines that stock ammo
    Like camera angles we get star spanggled/
    Wrangle emcees necks wit chin checks
    Instrumental in cause devastating debts/
    Reject most beats cuz Iím a full fledge beast
    Roast flows over grills like lunchmeat/
    Defeat these monster sponsers thinking they tiger woods excelling
    Iím decelerating like kyle busch microphone attonment
    taken the globe by storm in a momment/
    there ainít no day after tommrrow to borrow from
    live and let die James Bond style after I close the solar panels computers get scrambled/
    Closed off apparatus capture gladys by the baddest roof top escape
    Batman couldnít duplicate coming off a whirlwind the girl spins and grabs the ladder/
    Wit candor I gas my opponents wit bombs dropped so calm
    I blaze arms like john frazierís dropped Aliís jaw/
    Ripping it raw hitting the game hard bargin minds jargon
    Bitter widdle down mental migrains wit insane membranes/
    Taken the game galvenize the slang wit ultramagnetic
    Ill kinetic warship spark nitro gliserin clips too hot to grip/
    Flip darts firing sharks wit mics I never bite like weak nerds
    Verbalize my rhymes wit slang that is all I need slime/

    The Hood


    A place the devil flooded with drugs, and guns
    Televison, and their messages poisioning the young
    Churches worththless, full of bloodsuckers like Al Sharpton
    Sell-outs like Jesse Jackson, eating swine for satisfaction
    Struggling factions, Aids got my community backed in
    Money blacks spend the fastest, while others long the lastest
    I got beef with pastors, my weapons are verse chapters
    Think Obama will back us cause of his blackness?
    all these dudes are being controlled by the puppetmaster
    So while your bumping the Carter, i'm preparing for this new world order
    lives being cut shorter, will i survive this game of death quarter?
    Streets rawer than sushi, police got a fetish to shoot me
    But i'll fight to the death with the fury of Bruce Lee
    My money got big, know the hood accusses me of forgetting them
    Phone calls of death threats from once were close friends
    The walls closing in, death is an unescapable trend
    Lights flash from the shadow of lightning
    Were born to die fighting, history book writing lies
    Staying wise to stay alive, wifey crying at night
    when shots hit the porch lights, i'm like WTF??
    What if one of my babies were struck
    Their too young to duck, these niggas don't give a fuck!
    About life cause their heartless, and bitter
    Raised without father figures, outkast of the litter
    Hustling for figues tax-free, keep my hair nappy
    Hearing gunshots day, and night, it's a trap streets
    Weak minded people find it possible to overcome
    Without playing, ball, or flowing over a drum
    Last edited by Mantra; 06-30-2008 at 11:17 AM.



    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
    The Hood


    A place the devil flooded with drugs, and guns
    Televison, and their messages poisioning the young
    Churches worththless, full of bloodsuckers like Al Sharpton
    Sell-outs like Jesse Jackson, eating swine for satisfaction
    Struggling factions, Aids got my community backed in
    Money blacks spend the fastest, while others long the lastest
    I got beef with pastors, my weapons are verse chapters
    Think Obama will back us cause of his blackness?
    all these dudes are being controlled by the puppetmaster
    So while your bumping the Carter, i'm preparing for this new world order
    lives being cut shorter, will i survive this game of death quarter?
    Streets rawer than sushi, police got a fetish to shoot me
    But i'll fight to the death with the fury of Bruce Lee
    My money got big, know the hood accusses me of forgetting them
    Phone calls of death threats from once were close friends
    The walls closing in, death is an unescapable trend
    Lights flash from the shadow of lightning
    Were born to die fighting, history book writing lies
    Staying wise to stay alive, wifey crying at night
    when shots hit the porch lights, i'm like WTF??
    What if one of my babies were struck
    Their too young to duck, these niggas don't give a fuck!
    About life cause their heartless, and bitter
    Raised without father figures, outkast of the litter
    Hustling for figues tax-free, keep my hair nappy
    Hearing gunshots day, and night, it's a trap streets
    Weak minded people find it possible to overcome
    Without playing, ball, or flowing over a drum

    shit was hot

    highlighted fav. lines that i liked the most

    Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
    for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
    Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
    Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom


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    Thanx man peace.



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

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    when shots hit the porch lights, i'm like WTF??
    What if one of my babies were struck
    Their too young to duck, these niggas don't give a fuck!
    About life cause their heartless, and bitter
    Raised without father figures, outkast of the litter
    yo jts you killed me with them lines

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    Asleep without being in the coffin, these black zombies walking
    Talking meaningless convo, gone gonzo, self-destruction's their end
    Criticizing how i live, you haven't been where iv'e been
    Seen what iv'e saw, or else from life you would want to withdraw
    Go ahead prey for my downfall, i'm a law breaking outlaw
    They want me to fall, and never get up, mad when i wrapped my bid up
    18 months held in captive, studying lessons, and doing sit-up's
    When we were young we did stickup's, know it's shootings
    Go ahead and blame the white man hypocrite, were losing
    Choosing money over jewels, the price of selling ya soul is hell
    I'm above the cells, holding the key to every jail
    As my enemies yell freedom, i feed em lessons
    Beasts pressing my buttons in the invincible square i step in
    Born with less than the average man, i changed the devil's plan
    Know it's war til' the casket drops, and the guns in my hand
    skilled in combat hand-to hand, selling books instead of golden grams
    Edit the brains anger, leather gloves on writing deadly bangers
    Pops was a stranger, i was born a ranger, unseen like zoro's face
    Queens that were really polluted wisdoms, had my seeds erased
    Babies sacrificed, i fasted depressed and said my grace
    remember when crack was introduced to the hoods in 1988
    had my older brother selling weight from state to state
    that was when the big deal was DJ easy rock, and Rob Bass
    He hit me with 300 dollars, and a gold chain
    then told me to carry his suitcase, that was the last time i seen his face
    i guess his life was erased, or he got lost in the storm in this fast life race
    Still got his old school mixtapes, and dusty records in crates
    My Philosophy got me thinking back, when hip-hop used to educate
    You must learn, these are the breaks to life's blueprint
    flying out of town, my flyer miles are used frequent
    Tracks sequenced, i see strength in working out vocals
    Soundproofed the walls in my lab, the noise had neighbors going loco
    Remember Yo-Yo she used to uplift the sisters, i still got the promo
    recorded phone flows, expressing myself annoyed the poe-poe
    Screaming "Fuck the police" solo, he's mad a deranged psycho
    Reader of books, a writer that builds with kids from Tokoyo
    Hung in Hong Kong, even terrorists will tell you his styles bomb
    putting hits out on enemies like i was Don Corleone
    Wrong i remain strong with a weak body, and word bond
    writing african monkey bars, i bring the Ruck like Sean
    Put out my own clothing line like wu-wear, and Sean John
    The wars still on before, and after the day i''m gone
    Last edited by Mantra; 07-02-2008 at 11:13 AM.



    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
    Asleep without being in the coffin, these black zombies walking
    Talking meaningless convo, gone gonzo, self-destruction's their end
    Criticizing how i live, you haven't been where iv'e been
    Seen what iv'e saw, or else from life you would want to withdraw
    Go ahead prey for my downfall, i'm a law breaking outlaw
    They want me to fall, and never get up, mad when i wrapped my bid up
    18 months held in captive, studying lessons, and doing sit-up's
    When we were young we did stickup's, know it's shootings
    Go ahead and blame the white man hypocrite, were losing
    Choosing money over jewels, the price of selling ya soul is hell
    I'm above the cells, holding the key to every jail
    As my enemies yell freedom, i feed em lessons
    Beasts pressing my buttons in the invincible square i step in
    Born with less than the average man, i changed the devil's plan
    Know it's war til' the casket drops, and the guns in my hand
    skilled in combat hand-to hand, selling books instead of golden grams
    Edit the brains anger, leather gloves on writing deadly bangers
    Pops was a stranger, i was born a ranger, unseen like zoro's face
    Queens that were really polluted wisdoms, had my seeds erased
    Babies sacrificed, i fasted depressed and said my grace
    remember when crack was introduced to the hoods in 1988
    had my older brother selling weight from state to state
    that was when the big deal was DJ easy rock, and Rob Bass
    He hit me with 300 dollars, and a gold chain
    then told me to carry his suitcase, that was the last time i seen his face
    i guess his life was erased, or he got lost in the storm in this fast life race
    Still got his old school mixtapes, and dusty records in crates
    My Philosophy got me thinking back, when hip-hop used to educate
    You must learn, these are the breaks to life's blueprint
    flying out of town, my flyer miles are used frequent
    Tracks sequenced, i see strength in working out vocals
    Soundproofed the walls in my lab, the noise had neighbors going loco
    Remember Yo-Yo she used to uplift the sisters, i still got the promo
    recorded phone flows, expressing myself annoyed the poe-poe
    Screaming "Fuck the police" solo, he's mad a deranged psycho
    Reader of books, a writer that builds with kids from Tokoyo
    Hung in Hong Kong, even terrorists will tell you his styles bomb
    putting hits out on enemies like i was Don Corleone
    Wrong i remain strong with a weak body, and word bond
    writing african monkey bars, i bring the Ruck like Sean
    Put out my own clothing line like wu-wear, and Sean John
    The wars still on before, and after the day i''m gone
    wow i felt like i was reading a short story with the detail in each line like

    I'm above the cells, holding the key to every jail
    As my enemies yell freedom, i feed em lessons
    Beasts pressing my buttons in the invincible square i step in
    and again so ill descriptions you could get poets and rappers lessons in descriptions

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    Never what the media labels as a suspect
    Never consider me a nigger I’m just a nigga/
    Thinking I’m nothing but cha typical porch monkey
    Spitting theories like a doja junkie when I’m off the hook G/
    Spitting so much shit on the M-I-C you go boom like a P-C
    I give my peoples a new type of electricity few can see/
    Speaking on topics specifically because
    I’m Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished/
    Spit it swigger with enough swagger to jack you with
    Flipping flows like triggers thinking you bigger than the mayor/
    I’m itching to pop it off like champagne bottles on my lawyer
    Hit you up side the head wit more knowledge than scholars/
    Now that I’m going full throttle
    Rocking heads like nuclear missiles/
    Disconnect me from the system
    But cha ain’t getting rid of me that easily/
    I can breeze through scripts trip off of threats
    Edit you down to seconds of shame it ain’t a game/
    I’ll punk you worst than them white boys on MTV
    I don’t need to get the Po-Po’s involved in my sort of beef/
    I evolved like evolution revolving with a revolution like The Sun
    Confusion by the words I’m using when I’m abusing the dictionary/
    Curiously giving you an aneurism by the way I spit without
    Plagiarism giving you more rhythm wrapped up intense lyricism/
    If you a so-called emcee then you try and out wit me like Jack Dempsey
    Easily I’m openly coveted by the various rubbish you bath in/
    My flows play the pitcher while my mouth plays the catcher
    Spitting these fastballs that always strikes out the best when I’m my zone/
    Don’t even try n clone my flow by the way I gross my earnings
    I’ll be burning you like you checkable and rip you like a CD when I wreck a few/

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    Quote Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS View Post
    wow i felt like i was reading a short story with the detail in each line like



    and again so ill descriptions you could get poets and rappers lessons in descriptions

    Peace my brother, and thanks for the love.



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

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    I'm bringing rap nuclear war, warriors versus wild boars
    One must have emotional content while kicking in doors
    Katrina style, breaking leevees, dramatic addict of hardcore
    born poor, spit on by the filthy rich, raised on grits
    walking by pigs with gun on hip, like i don't give a shit
    Besides the restroom, constipated crafting the best tunes
    Igniting fresh fumes, while my moon's beautiful breasts bloom
    Warred with the worst goons, skin scarred from the sonic boom
    Black knight like the late great Doc Doom(R.i.P.)
    Don't rep the streets, cause nigga the streets won't rep you
    Pull out an axe and chop off feet, i'm the wrong one to step to
    Life's a game of chess, better know your next move
    I stack ends, while these fools broke, giving handouts to crews
    I'm hungy not you, get out the way, style wild bull
    Drunk on 40 nights, public enemies don't believe the hype
    Crack your cranium fiend get off the pipe
    I'm a living stick of dynamite, ready to die tonight
    And if i don't see tommorow they'll see sorrow
    Fuck you bitch pay me your flows borrowed
    or get thrown in the sea on the bottom resting with the corals
    Last edited by Mantra; 07-10-2008 at 12:21 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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    always a pleasure reading your work!!!

    keep doing you bro stay up keep blessin

    Tables Turn..Which Made it Worse, Engaged N' Searched..
    for a Way ta' Learn, how ta Take tha' Curse of the Weight of Earth
    Incase it Curved, and Strained my Nervous System..
    Rage it Burst, n' Explained in Words how ta Further Wisdom


    Take ya life plus ya afterlife -Bloodshed

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