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    Village pillage blood on blood war spillage
    Egg crack the illest , my poke realest
    East coast mic vet, take off your cerebal debt
    Lethal chin checks, no regrets where i rest
    Cess toking you quit delivery broken
    No longer boasting ragga-muffin
    Mad i'm puffing, huting you down discussion
    percussion cussing
    Avenue warlord, boulevard broad bully
    Catapault my cult, paid in full fully
    Mad cow reaction, body bones cracking
    Walk it out attacking, crib jacking action
    No lies solo, black God Bolo
    Fast as Bruce in slow mo
    Bring it on oh no1



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    nice dart JTS

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    Oh no you blow no homo bust my gun here come po-po
    Blow mo smoke keep it on da low doe niggas spit so-so
    I bust like a 4oe 4oe Stay drunk like a hoboe oh no
    niggas on slow-mo like a dum nigga name Cuomo
    quick wit da heat he hold doe a sick killer so cold
    sold dope over tracks but da beet & vocals eloped
    vocab hung wit a rope then the beet o-de on smack
    murdered da track…track…track…

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    Don't ask me what's my name is again
    it goes Chaos, Techwon, Sheepish aka Mr. Nintendo DS/
    if you see BS i see nothing but BS smell it on your “Candy Ass” and girl's good looking “Breasts”
    I'm turn back into how the “Wall Street” Bull used too and just “Ram” you like “St. Louis” do/
    your “Brass Knuckles” are a laugh and chuckle
    you flopped harder than fat people in the “Deep End” hope you can swim/
    y'all all judist my priest never abuse it
    so when you boys come to play I'll spray you like “The Fly” and you'll just die on sight/
    i will lyrical erase your mind leave you blinded to
    all the interference you get it's called “Clit Blocking”/
    It's sort of like “Reverse Pick Pocketing” only bitches are watching
    plotting on how to stop you from taking her friend away from her/
    so if you muffin rag rapper get trapping I'm zap you like bugs on the climb
    my lines be spider webs snagging you in the net not the Internet/
    i rep the corp my section be silent and a saint like “Simon Templar”
    if you wanna get embalmed my flows will en trawl you/
    don't brawl wit halls no my medicine be referenced in trees you grow in the back yard
    so if you grass ain't cut you know what's coming up/
    dick you suck fuck the luck get off the slong
    i bong hit flows when this psychotic emcee encroaching on your turf/
    you best start running cuz i'm gunning for you wit a forty-four inch long barrow
    my darts hit cha nerves causing you damage from the bullets i unleash in this bitch/
    i'm the chaotic monster breaking down your walls brawl heavy little bevy
    when you ready deadly wit the melody singing you a sirens song that too hard for you/
    so if you shall die from shock my clock ticks and your doesn't tock
    knock out the beat leaving heads asking who's who when i'm all me/

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    Dog verses are junkyard material, their battle food cereal
    "Raisin brand" rappers analog in stereo
    Who can dispute the fact the producers use 'fruit loops"
    "Lucky some ladies feel the charms" still i storm on those groups
    My vocals hit and turm emcee's to "coco crisps"
    Rob "generals for the mills" get off that "corn pop" shit
    I'm nice that's why ladies kiss the "grape nuts"
    give em 'honey smacks" in the sack rough
    Don't go against the grain or catch "cheerio" sized holes
    if i should take your "life' or not that's debatable
    Last edited by Mantra; 09-25-2008 at 02:43 PM.



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    I am not cha ordinary rapper
    Iím a emcee on a mission like a politician/
    If you got flows, beats Iím ready to mount cha defeat
    I got decisions to make precise darts wit precision that cuts
    Through the hearts of those that demise art /
    Saw the rhyme like an inner-vision despise your lies
    Under the guise you could reprise your roles
    So your re-casted for someone sexier and younger/
    So if your hungry weíll ship your there cuz I donít think you a got a care
    I tell you these young cats nowadays think its all ďpeaches and creamĒ/
    Shit ainít a walk in the park like ďNabisco TreatĒ I walk to my own beat
    Spit to my own aura leaving you dumber than a ďnumber two pencilĒ/
    If you had stencils you couldnít sketch or trace my likeness
    I strike no resemblance to any thing youíve ever seen or heard before/
    Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 09-27-2008 at 12:47 AM.

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    I make limbs prosthetic, analog assassin, dasher athletic
    Pull your card credit, Gq clothes, hybernation flows
    shit stain on your street fame, write your will while in the wilderness maimed
    9 projects projected undetected by hip-hop detectives
    When it come to beats I'm selective, constipated on some next shit
    Tech spit flesh ripped hits i make the greatest chips
    Off the shoulder sword grabber, crabs kill em with daggers
    You Waldo Faldo emcees i kill you and your family matters
    When i give chase they scatter, devils splattered
    Spit on Congress steps, White house burning Vet
    Patriot killers sacking mc's give injuries and clap courts spare juries
    at the morgue writing death raps in need of more weed
    blasting drama by Bobby D. concurrently pockets bulging with currency



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

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    I’m a alpha b-boy alpha south paw catch it raw
    Upper handed crooked hook jock tops mics I rock/
    Knock out lines stock bars up to the spires of my dome
    Egyptian hopes chrome plated staffs clash of the Titians/
    I’m still writing spits fully equipped I haven’t been picked up
    Slip a lip grip them dogged darts full of shit/
    Davey Jones these lockers hold up cha strap
    I beta kap map a crap cold cock you hoes for dealing smack/
    I don’t take jack I got no restraint my rhymes are apart of my membrane
    Taken insane pile it on like a trash heap until its get’s full n can’t take no more/
    Cell phone your dome drain your brain
    Via your very own Bluetooth headset/
    Reputable darts infect cha brain via binary code
    Unload a boatload until your brain explodes/
    Check mate cha chrome you ain’t got GLOW
    Chime when you rhyme I drop a pin like sprint every time/
    I can rewrite cha mind like a hard drive wit no disc in it
    I solid state cha click and leave ya deleted that quick/
    My spit be acid rain drizzling down on your brain
    Wit no lid to claim you take a hood and cover it up/
    Thinking I’m stuck you just got struck lead pipe and all
    My brawl be walls climbed like vagina walls and all/

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    Switch up the lines locked in the wreck room doing my time
    Terminal terminology astro astronaught astrology psycological psycology
    The illest illustirous illustrations illustrated in my biblical autobiography
    Photographic graphics brain cell stored in storage compartments
    Burn your apartment then flee in the navigator windows dark tints
    Mc's overated outdated helium blown tones deflated
    A plus graded upgraded raps written at the shack i invaded
    Evaded the devestated ruins know reinstated
    Every state favorite my team raiders never been raided
    Broadcast hip hop police played it left the FCC shook
    Censorship censors edit my additional hooks
    Phone the book crooks oven roast them
    heaven notion notes and notices define mind emotions
    Anger grab the banger smoking until the double barrels broken
    Brothers open chests stitched where they were wired fires lit
    Retire rich to skip towns and take lavish expensive trips
    Flying first class nachos with the dip don't set trip



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

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    Long fangs drip, viciouly vapourize venacular, steller
    rep section 9 and basement dwellaz/
    amaze, burn brighter then charles rays, flow for days
    lone wolf from the pack i strayed/
    delayed poems, strength of stones stacked like pyrimids
    from way back, lay back prepare for death/
    afterlife breathe the first breath, tests are trife, onyx knifes,
    flint shards lodge in vocal chords/
    weapons of warriors, carnivores devour those who cower,
    learned the hardest of lessons/
    dead flowers, walk with cursed blessins, focal point stressin
    bends beams of bronze, for light reflection/
    corrupt political elections, rhymes show imperfection
    discovered by landmine detection/
    steady steps for loss of limb prevention, may i make a corretion
    ill blow up the whole convention/

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    Drop your dome its raining microphones
    Blow through the smoke like a grim reaper/
    Gross telekinetic armed medic genetic taken out the pathetic
    Lethargic when I fart a clip of words a 16 couldnít fit/
    Grip the nozzle I rock darts cometh at the world
    Wit hollows my talons be razor sharp claws grasping at straws/
    Rip eím raw rip eím apart like I do women and theyíre bras
    Get cha paws off my darts you canít bite me like Mase did LL/
    My sparks be shocks to anyone who throws shots
    Stocking your brain wit fluff is shit thatís running a muck/
    Creating a problem for those that try n battle
    Am I too much to handle shall I dumb it down a level/
    I donít need to reveal in any trouble why donít cha stay humble
    I never mumble lyrics I come wit darts, African spears, leaches and lears/
    Like the Romans lend me your ears
    I flip 26 letters of the alphabet like u havenít see yet/
    Come wit the bet etch a sketch pathologic
    Rap in collages see me through any artist/
    I am a target park it parallel eye brows get raised
    Broke noses in front rows of any steel cage/
    Youíre a bird trapped Iím never def when I jam
    Iím speaking mine while you still on talking points/
    Ink your pens ya ghost write for ya
    But cha canít get past ya memorized lines/
    I grasp at no straws I rip eím so raw your asshole is
    Bleeding like you just had a rectal exam/
    Donít try n scam the fans wit cha wack scams
    I donít need drama man Iím my own movement/
    I need not to latch onto old school methods
    Correction you cannot detect my connection/
    Interesting moles get dugged up
    And blown apart napoleon dynamite/
    White n nerdy verbally your stupid wit
    No recruitment so you cannot see the blueprint/
    Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 10-03-2008 at 12:56 AM.

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    this is some shit i wrote almost 5 years ago when i was like 14

    my mind is of its own, crack domes smoke bones and conquer zones
    live alone i snatch the safe out the back and hear you moan
    over beats provided, by the one experimental
    tracks monumental, the drums alone knock the flesh off ya skeletal
    born in central ct for those who know me
    high degrees of tree smokers and bitches who blow me
    its the modern day styles with miles of foul arts and darts
    blow charts leave the worlds population with a new start
    the cost of it all is that the wicked fall
    down with force knock your source off the course in fourths
    cybertronian shuttle craft who blasts
    your cast in half leaving your mind state in the past
    its tracks i set it off like alcohol when the ball drops
    your heart stops fucking up my high like a dozen cops
    samurai child wrecking beats like im foul
    serving non believers, night's is my time to prowl
    Last edited by Tracks; 10-06-2008 at 12:21 PM.

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    nice drop man, if you were 14 you a sharp muthafucka, nice dart homie

    peace
    ps thanks for link up for some beats

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    I punch you in the face like i was gonna punch a brick wall and you know that's gonna be soft!

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    Goad them hold cha flow hostage
    you ain't got no posture/
    rock the holster load cha cobra
    my snakes be biting all types/
    i write fights for TV emcees can't see me
    i'll show them to CNN then i'll see they're end/
    lethal injection wit the pen, key or dart
    how you spark when you can't flood the park/
    back flip off the wall kung pow oh wow
    you don't got the skills i tao you loas/
    map your chick out like she was my spouse
    arose the flow hurrying me is not the way to be/
    i'm a cold crush yo for free put cha under the dirt
    my wet works be flooding the scene/
    cramps don't champion out last you peons
    I “Deion Sanders” you pajama Alabama/
    ripping the ruckus i don't gotta go too hard on you unfocused suckers
    i come wit snipers all types off of ciphers circle saw you hyper/
    pied down you pied pipers unorthodox my polish stocks be worth a mop
    how about cha sweep the floor wit cha cock/
    you ain't got no skills i mange you until you will is broke
    take a token get cha some clothes/
    don't flow against me why you think I'm “The Hollowed Sheep”
    i rent space in my enemies til they end i see ka pow!!!!/

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