Conspiracy of Revolutions - Bronze and Sheepish

[THE MASON]

Sheepish Loc
Bronze Feet

The Name is Nada, Nope, Nobody shown a Gotti spliff picturing
A revolution never held a musket I Kirby Puckett you sucker emcees/
One hit cha out the ballpark with no hell or high water, fought the stalker
Hold clips of fire breathing tips splitting wigs with no styles you cannot manifest/
Address the best western highly typographic Texas
Chess piece their fig-Newton my whole flow was Rasputin/
Timely openly focus transmit rhymes at the sound of a lotus
Throw fist give e’m a knuckle sandwich coupled with subtle spit
Infected viruses manifest a dynasty go way past me/
My pole position wisdom hold conditions within a vessel
Trample on threshold, appear mysterious to those that know
The soul of the gardener of Eden without the reader/
I feel like I came out the essence and back in the flesh
Living the den liger razor haze the rest who just sit n blaze/
Smoke a warpath right to his face opens a can “whoop ass” on them
Now they fighting armies of him, them and the rest/
If I got a 4-5 my life will be the highlight on any Sport station
Creating a reel so sick it’s signed, sealed and deliver like anthrax/
My tablets are PC never a McAfee I rapidly act on them G
Spread e’m like worms eat them germs when I spit these verbs/
My nerds never fingered me I’m just another “Splinter Cell” agent
Check your “Metal Gear” I heard “Psycho Mantis” was here/
So when I was blessed with the nickname “Chaos” I said why
They said it was how I “displayed odds” against the GODS/
When I had bronze shoes on nobody could pierce ya defense
End most sentences with no commutes when I compute
It’s just CTRL+ATL+DELETE to anybody who interferes/

Un actual supernatrual talent, act like a weapon that silent
balance the scales of justice like a tyrant
flowing faster then water from fire hyrdrants
H2O freeze at degrees below zero
hero with nine stars in the bureau
mysterio rubic cube infused, environments confused
excused from paying dues, walk in iron shoes
computer code clues traced back to the user
mutilater mad with misguided microphone missions
ending transmissions jamming radar systems
connection into the cybernetic highway
linked and divert the pathway, cascade info
flow, slow the growth of the bank roll
withhold secret government documents
implement black mail, forclose mortgages for house retail
stock market crash from a virus of digital flash
no more with arm robbery and dash, shoot outs for cold cash
no more hide outs, guns and money in a stash
hacks and hydras infect in these technological eras
reign of terrors, soon we cultivate new forms of terra
space age and colonize the martian area
for purposes of counter - espionage
holden out on pacts and military clause
lack of trust some of humanities worst flaws
these are true words from the essence of Bronze

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

this was pure genius

[THE MASON]

Damn

the more i read your verse Sheep the more i pick out all the little intricate wordplays

dopeness

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by Bronze Feet

Damn

the more i read your verse Sheep the more i pick out all the little intricate wordplays

dopeness

that's what's sup, thanks bronze

i gotta say your metaphors are ill yet so straight forward

[THE MASON]

Thanks Sheep

i been working on my writing alot, i think i have a better techniques then when i first started on here

Yo Temple wheres the love at for this

[whers]

SHEEPISH you are scaring me again.
Your on some Da Vinci shit I swear.

And Bronze, this is dope :

"H2O freeze at degrees below zero
hero with nine stars in the bureau
mysterio rubic cube infused, environments confused
excused from paying dues, walk in iron shoes"

[THE MASON]

Thanks whers

im trying to get out of this little funk im in

[JehovAllah]

both of ya wrote sum of the illest lines i ever read on the corp, props to ya'll man, rly dope stuff... peace.