"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[J.T.S.]

Thanx always good knowing someone doper is bigging me up!

[J.T.S.]

I'll microwave cats with slave mentalities
Came out the earth's womb cold with allergies
Triple beams balance me, moment of truth reality
Gallop across the galaxcy, i'm every chickheads fantasy
Flow fantically, and bring drama dramatically
Capping these cap heads, breaking ya skull dead
thoughts brighter than the color red
Everyday followed by undercover feds
That pose as rastas with dreads
My team running shit like bob sleds
Atheists want the God dead
hardcore hardhead, on the wrong road
J.t.s. flow how the guns blow
No assistance for assanations their done solo
Built like bolo, rock LRG keep the Polo

[White N Dangerous]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Thanx always good knowing someone doper is bigging me up!

Hey now, that was quite the comment heh i dont think im doper tho, but thanks anyway

[KERZO]

ill verses jayteaess..

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

I'll microwave cats with slave mentalities
Came out the earth's womb cold with allergies
Triple beams balance me, moment of truth reality
Gallop across the galaxcy, i'm every chickheads fantasy
Flow fantically, and bring drama dramatically
Capping these cap heads, breaking ya skull dead
thoughts brighter than the color red
Everyday followed by undercover feds
That pose as rastas with dreads
My team running shit like bob sleds
Atheists want the God dead
hardcore hardhead, on the wrong road
J.t.s. flow how the guns blow
No assistance for assanations their done solo
Built like bolo, rock LRG keep the Polo

Flank left defecate on your rhyme book in my backpack
Smoke some dank crank the banger slam dancer/
Flow prancer rent dressing rooms get all up in brides guts
Take her stuffing bluffing old muffins playing heads like xylophones/
In cages birds off the pager the last temptation like David Ruffin
Never bluffing call mine like phone lines but you just get the wrong number everytime/
Poverty on my right prosperity on my left, what the fuck’s next condos
Blow through beats like big tits that get played like bongos I’m all cargo/
Arm and hammer camera angle security footage crime and prospect of goodness
Holding nothing but pens, pencils, paper and stencils tracing steps made before me/
Now they tagging me the next up to bagging D my steez stay All Pro Madden
Capping off victories with blow jobs and hickies/
Spitting so visually vividly I can the future in a verse
Technocratic Asiatic blasting past automatics going all tragic/

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Flank left defecate on your rhyme book in my backpack
Smoke some dank crank the banger slam dancer/
Flow prancer rent dressing rooms get all up in brides guts
Take her stuffing bluffing old muffins playing heads like xylophones/
In cages birds off the pager the last temptation like David Ruffin
Never bluffing call mine like phone lines but you just get the wrong number everytime/
Poverty on my right prosperity on my left, what the fuck’s next condos
Blow through beats like big tits that get played like bongos I’m all cargo/
Arm and hammer camera angle security footage crime and prospect of goodness
Holding nothing but pens, pencils, paper and stencils tracing steps made before me/
Now they tagging me the next up to bagging D my steez stay All Pro Madden
Capping off victories with blow jobs and hickies/
Spitting so visually vividly I can the future in a verse
Technocratic Asiatic blasting past automatics going all tragic/

Who wanna rumble, and fumble with the most humble bee that bumbles?
Lion of the jungle eating gumby rappers like shrimp gumbo
On the case like Columbo, give em tums before he tumbles
Shots flying through ya ears for being a heavy dumbo
Ghetto dufus, style older than Rufus, left em toothless
Stole his meal, that tripled the fat for my gooses
Hood nuisance, got locked yesterday by state troopers
You winnie the pooh emcee's get dogged like Pooches
Homo thugs get pistol whipped for saying Smooches
Retarted goofus, taking your cash like eazy when he ran Ruthless
Excepting no excuses, on the run with Scrooges
And a bulletproof vest, because my ex's after me with loaded luegars
weed abusers better have five on it smoking with the luniz
You goofy bucktoothed rap groupies wish u had the balls to shoot me

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Who wanna rumble, and fumble with the most humble bee that bumbles?
Lion of the jungle eating gumby rappers like shrimp gumbo
On the case like Columbo, give em tums before he tumbles
Shots flying through ya ears for being a heavy dumbo
Ghetto dufus, style older than Rufus, left em toothless
Stole his meal, that tripled the fat for my gooses
Hood nuisance, got locked yesterday by state troopers
You winnie the pooh emcee's get dogged like Pooches
Homo thugs get pistol whipped for saying Smooches
Retarted goofus, taking your cash like eazy when he ran Ruthless
Excepting no excuses, on the run with Scrooges
And a bulletproof vest, because my ex's after me with loaded luegars
weed abusers better have five on it smoking with the luniz
You goofy bucktoothed rap groupies wish u had the balls to shoot me

Spark the match assassinate the soul
Cut his colon out leave his body swollen/
My raps are my dick my flows are my sperm
Impregnating many with my seeds and dreams that I’ve learned/
See through my eyes visualize scenes from Martin Scorsese & Francis Ford Coppola
In my eyes are crime scenes from pulp fiction to factual depiction intricate visions/
Amused by the clown faces taste the venom of a snake break a leg on stage
Cross fingers needing no luck I just duck seasons for rhymes n reasons/
Division get cha subjected and added multiplied by the lines I rhyme
Giving you three 16’s viciously ripping through vitals without any rivals/
Marvel come with 31 like carvel lift bars like barbells excel in my lane
I’m The Flash in the pan take the stand come back and remake the man/
Clone centrifuge my rhymes ain’t no considerable excuse
I can go nuclear with the click of a button from my mouse/
Emcees are lousy with no lyrics just bums masquerading as thugs
Thinking they tough cuz they got a bandana, a click and a tattoo/
But with a crowbar I can still cause injury to you and still leave you black and blue
Don’t forget lyrics cut through all the red tape leaving you in less considerable shape/

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Spark the match assassinate the soul
Cut his colon out leave his body swollen/
My raps are my dick my flows are my sperm
Impregnating many with my seeds and dreams that I’ve learned/
See through my eyes visualize scenes from Martin Scorsese & Francis Ford Coppola
In my eyes are crime scenes from pulp fiction to factual depiction intricate visions/
Amused by the clown faces taste the venom of a snake break a leg on stage
Cross fingers needing no luck I just duck seasons for rhymes n reasons/
Division get cha subjected and added multiplied by the lines I rhyme
Giving you three 16’s viciously ripping through vitals without any rivals/
Marvel come with 31 like carvel lift bars like barbells excel in my lane
I’m The Flash in the pan take the stand come back and remake the man/
Clone centrifuge my rhymes ain’t no considerable excuse
I can go nuclear with the click of a button from my mouse/
Emcees are lousy with no lyrics just bums masquerading as thugs
Thinking they tough cuz they got a bandana, a click and a tattoo/
But with a crowbar I can still cause injury to you and still leave you black and blue
Don’t forget lyrics cut through all the red tape leaving you in less considerable shape/

Nice haha murdering shit!

[J.T.S.]

No fear my crew triumph since the God year
Stay in the stadium kid, or else you'll eternally dissappear
He wants a drink? Here watch me smash em in the head with this bottle of beer
Laugh as he sheds tears, your not a gangster, because you rock wu-wear
Another queer, for sure i'm bashing, anthems "time for some action"
React before his reaction, tackle em, quarterback sacking
Pass him the rock, stones flying, watch em drop with a holy knot
saying you repping thuglife, your'e a phony Pac
Beat em down, while he screaming homie stop
Ductape the fake in a disclosed spot, blank shots pop
Gave em a Brandon Lee, he joined his late family
It kind of hurt cause the squirt was a fan of me

[KERZO]

quick mental spit...


Uber upper cut currupt fucks then headbutt
Sluts in trucks erupt into abrupt splurts
In sight, deadly knight in the dead of night, stripe blight
Lights up and excites, thoroughly insight spark to incite

Blantantly recite tomes and scriptures all night
You might delight yer bitch but you cant impress me
Flee from the free killing spree, blessed is he
Agree to dissagree, marquee degree plea on TV

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

No fear my crew triumph since the God year
Stay in the stadium kid, or else you'll eternally dissappear
He wants a drink? Here watch me smash em in the head with this bottle of beer
Laugh as he sheds tears, your not a gangster, because you rock wu-wear
Another queer, for sure i'm bashing, anthems "time for some action"
React before his reaction, tackle em, quarterback sacking
Pass him the rock, stones flying, watch em drop with a holy knot
saying you repping thuglife, your'e a phony Pac
Beat em down, while he screaming homie stop
Ductape the fake in a disclosed spot, blank shots pop
Gave em a Brandon Lee, he joined his late family
It kind of hurt cause the squirt was a fan of me

Originally Posted by Fermi Paradox

quick mental spit...


Uber upper cut currupt fucks then headbutt
Sluts in trucks erupt into abrupt splurts
In sight, deadly knight in the dead of night, stripe blight
Lights up and excites, thoroughly insight spark to incite

Blantantly recite tomes and scriptures all night
You might delight yer bitch but you cant impress me
Flee from the free killing spree, blessed is he
Agree to dissagree, marquee degree plea on TV

DAMN JTS AND FERMI MURKED IT SON I LOVE READING SHIT THAT MAKES ME STEP MY GAME UP ANOTHER NOTCH. I THINK EVEN THE MOST EXPERIENCE CAT CAN LEARN FROM EACH OTHER AND YOU GUYS MAKE ME WANNA KEEP DOING THIS THING CALLED HIP HOP BECAUSE WHETHER Y'ALL KNOW IT OR NOT Y'ALL INSPIRE ME TO WRITE BETTER AND GET BETTER. I KNOW SOMETIMES MY DARTS CAN BE MAD VAGUE, ABSTRACT AND SOMETIMES TOO ARTFUL AT TIMES BUT I THINK Y'ALL DARTS ARE MAD UNIQUE KEEP UP DA GREAT WORK

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

This killer bee slash lyrical toxin
Masking a concoction when I’m rip rocking/
Knocking out domes like homerun baseballs
This is Blastaraci flowing sick as a maserati/
Watch me shift gears split hairs flip flows
Break records by the way I spitting
Over vintage poems composed by classic musicians/
It was written but never told coldly boldly
Rip you a new asshole supposedly openly/
Psychosomatic often considered vicious
Sick with the fatal sting ring bells like Ali in his prime/
Driven down the line drive tiger iron
I spit spires coupled with titanic iron/
Mastering styles from the open fist
To the way I spit venom in this bitch/
Rip tidal waves by the way I slay these creatures
I tell my students “I ain’t got nothing more to teach cha”/
Even if I’m blessed with multiple troves of students
I’m on the way to improvement wit skills
That are the beginning of a movement/
Hitting any opponent with multiple fists like Pai Mai did
You can grip the canvas and you still couldn’t move past this/
Gifted griffin spit flames out the cup of Christ ripping you right
Flowing so tight I’m miked up until I blackout in the mist of daylight/
So if you want to rewrite my bars and translate my lines
You’ll need 46 million minds to figure out I’m just that divine/

[THE MASON]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

This killer bee slash lyrical toxin
Masking a concoction when I’m rip rocking/
Knocking out domes like homerun baseballs
This is Blastaraci flowing sick as a maserati/
Watch me shift gears split hairs flip flows
Break records by the way I spitting
Over vintage poems composed by classic musicians/
It was written but never told coldly boldly
Rip you a new asshole supposedly openly/
Psychosomatic often considered vicious
Sick with the fatal sting ring bells like Ali in his prime/
Driven down the line drive tiger iron
I spit spires coupled with titanic iron/
Mastering styles from the open fist
To the way I spit venom in this bitch/
Rip tidal waves by the way I slay these creatures
I tell my students “I ain’t got nothing more to teach cha”/
Even if I’m blessed with multiple troves of students
I’m on the way to improvement wit skills
That are the beginning of a movement/
Hitting any opponent with multiple fists like Pai Mai did
You can grip the canvas and you still couldn’t move past this/
Gifted griffin spit flames out the cup of Christ ripping you right
Flowing so tight I’m miked up until I blackout in the mist of daylight/
So if you want to rewrite my bars and translate my lines
You’ll need 46 million minds to figure out I’m just that divine/

Yo man dope, shit hopin someday i'll write something that ill

[THE MASON]

I jus penned this down let me know what you guys think

Here come the reinforcements, covered by artillery bombardment,
attack the flanks, burst through they ranks, as for them firing back,
dont worry about that, i got 40 men strapped,
with flamethrowers to clear the trench, and a good source of tanks,
from hence forth, my men are cold as winters up north, near the poles,
we have there bunkers under control, rush the fields, swarm there troops,
there surrounded tighten the noose, they look astounded, let the MG's loose,
blow there shit back, there squads are bloodhounded, where they were slaughered, the dirt mounded, my troops never once faltered, or halted,
now i reign the most exhalted, my soldiers are never exhausted, one mission left,
then they can continue to be fathers, that night we got sent,
your orders are to leave no one left, not one is to have a single fuckin breath,
we got nicknamed the squad of death, so heres the plan,
we ambush right were the sentry stand, then invade like a ninja clan,
with knife in hand, take out every last man, slow and silent,
if we get caught, react violent, then bust off them shots, we all that we got, dont waste one shot, make everyone count, we got twenty minutes,
then be out, retreat as soon as i shout, ill be right there dont doubt,
you can count on me, after you hear the whistle,
comes artillery and missiles, this shit is of the record, never official,
when it was over we cleared the sector, bombed out every vector,
we returned, on our clothes the blood still trickles,
nightmares of barbed wire lookin like sickles, visions of popped flares,
many of my friends trapped in snares, thats why im a devil who dares,
cross the line, 40,000 shots fired at one time, this is all from one mind,
on the battlefield is where i was refined, crafted into a natural diesater,
all you hear is my laughter, after the war,
my troops call me commander or master, you move fast but i move faster,
the anti to your matter, crafted into a madhatter,
for years i lead the land to victory, many battles for glory,
i was assassinated and thats the short end of the story

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by Bronze Feet

I jus penned this down let me know what you guys think

Here come the reinforcements, covered by artillery bombardment,
attack the flanks, burst through they ranks, as for them firing back,
dont worry about that, i got 40 men strapped,
with flamethrowers to clear the trench, and a good source of tanks,
from hence forth, my men are cold as winters up north, near the poles,
we have there bunkers under control, rush the fields, swarm there troops,
there surrounded tighten the noose, they look astounded, let the MG's loose,
blow there shit back, there squads are bloodhounded, where they were slaughered, the dirt mounded, my troops never once faltered, or halted,
now i reign the most exhalted, my soldiers are never exhausted, one mission left,
then they can continue to be fathers, that night we got sent,
your orders are to leave no one left, not one is to have a single fuckin breath,
we got nicknamed the squad of death, so heres the plan,
we ambush right were the sentry stand, then invade like a ninja clan,
with knife in hand, take out every last man, slow and silent,
if we get caught, react violent, then bust off them shots, we all that we got, dont waste one shot, make everyone count, we got twenty minutes,
then be out, retreat as soon as i shout, ill be right there dont doubt,
you can count on me, after you hear the whistle,
comes artillery and missiles, this shit is of the record, never official,
when it was over we cleared the sector, bombed out every vector,
we returned, on our clothes the blood still trickles,
nightmares of barbed wire lookin like sickles, visions of popped flares,
many of my friends trapped in snares, thats why im a devil who dares,
cross the line, 40,000 shots fired at one time, this is all from one mind,
on the battlefield is where i was refined, crafted into a natural diesater,
all you hear is my laughter, after the war,
my troops call me commander or master, you move fast but i move faster,
the anti to your matter, crafted into a madhatter,
for years i lead the land to victory, many battles for glory,
i was assassinated and thats the short end of the story

i like your whole short story style of spitting and it seems one your strong points i mean this seems like your pulled it right of one my favorite movies by Stanley Kubrick "Full Metal Jacket". and lyrically it's very descriptive i wouldn't mind seeing different type of darts you got to offer