Disciple of A Disciple

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

*some deep shit i had to write down and inspired by Nas' "Street's Disciple" and "Untitled" albums

Spark lies no open ties I smoke signs now you realize
I just twisted cha mind wit incidental lyrics n logic/
Mapping trapping multis coupled with metas
More better than anything “Sadie” popped off before/
So I have come at cha so raw I cut through the screen
And chopped your right hand off like The Texas Chainsaw Massacre/
Blasting through vivid when I get explicit
Now you wanna be extravagant with it talking all elegant n shit/
But I spits with those “Barrack Obama’s”
Without causing drama thinking it’s funny or something/
I don’t need to drop unrequited slang like “Barrack’s Baby mom”
Without knowing it’s meaning behind now your just being plain old ignorant/
Speak your sparks I lay down my cards cut cha diamonds
When I unleash my spades you trying calling it like that’s the way it is/
Thinking about cha lines you write with no spite just to smite
Without knowing who’s write or who’s wrong/
Thinking alls I’m doing is being overtly lyrical
Contextual spiritual spitting political overly literal/
Trying to test the best I rep for the rest with no voice at all
No your trying to brawl wit man that’s skilled in scaling heights unseen/

I’m a street disciple, a god son
Rifling off thoughts that haven’t been caught yet
Talking about I got a “New York State of Mind”
I’m no savage I’m the one you rant n rave about
Talking about “I’m an amount to nothing”

F’ a flow I go hard
And y’all tend to disregard
Spitting like he ain’t charged/
Throwing bolts of lighting
When he’s rhyming striking/
Now you wanna be rich as Michael
But cha still wanna keep the rest down/
Don’t want to up lift the masses
Like Paul, Michael and Matthew/
Peter, James and Andrew, Phillip, Simon and Judas
I’m a disciple of this music created by the youth/
Proving my worth even given a curse
From tracheotomies to various surgeries to diabetes/
Now I’m just repeating cycles of life
Trying to regress to my baby’s stage/
Written directing the page to swoosh and sway
Running game like “The Mack” packing it like Reggie White/
I’m sacking quarterbacks like Michael Strahan
Blazing flows that camera hasn’t even seen man/

I’m a street disciple, a god son
Rifling off thoughts that haven’t been caught yet
Talking about I got a “New York State of Mind”
I’m no savage I’m the one you rant n rave about
Talking about “I’m an amount to nothing”

[THE MASON]

sick flow homie, another dope tribute style track

[J.T.S.]

different nothing like iv'e ever heard or read!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

different nothing like iv'e ever heard or read!

Originally Posted by Bronze Feet

sick flow homie, another dope tribute style track

yeah this was a writer type of stuff this wasn't just some rapper blah blah stuff i feel like when i elevate you gotta do it by being that observer instead of the person that's in the thick of it