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05-03-2010, 03:28 PM
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Mos High N Sheep - Go 2 Sleep
Goodnight go to sleep...
pray to the Lord of Chaos for your soul for him to keep cuz if Sheep decide to release and I get a piece i'll rip the glow out your halo so you roam the globe endlessly so go to sleep... Mos High: God of wars you can't ignore rip the pentagram right off the floor our craft you should explore we transmutate the hate that you adore feel it boil all in your core i know this is more then what you prayed for thunderous rain will forever pour flood the terrain and send you to Atlantis door no masters of illusions we just cause mass confusion abusive and wicked at hell's gates make you tear the tickets explicit and holistic only with those who with the flow roll with it those who insist to drift will miss the gift souls we lift no exit your left a relic with no evolution in your shift only Chaos can convince me absolution will restore the rift Goodnight go to sleep... pray to the Lord of Chaos for your soul for him to keep cuz if Sheep decide to release and I get a piece i'll rip the glow out your halo so you roam the globe endlessly so go to sleep... Sheepish Lord of Chaos: Stained blood on the mantle mask thrown in the fire dire wired off the tire see the cave burnt to a crisp/ spit a lisp flip the switch reveal all called a civil war sworn dare to dawn, armed with a razor and nothing else/ taken stealth stolen packages mastering flagellant accumulations pasteurize raps guises in fly's that sit in the friendly skies/ size up minds in and out of plains laid down on the board game seeing dead heads severed with nothing to measure/ too tough can you handle heights too suborn to move a mountain with the spit you spouting/ thinking you're a fountain spewing water with no where for it to go but recycle and come back to you/ walked back from the shadows shedding skin like a reptile wild out mind cha doubt walking through hell with a jedi mind trick/ flip up like the switch on my pen aka the light saber cold warm as a hot steel being forged I'm the MC scourge/ the lion roars hating whores facing borgs when bores boroughs part chart cha heart watch me steer the arc, swing swords like a “Black Widow”/ emcee til I leave windows with widows now I'm blowing down endo end cha though, float hope in dope I roped with scopes I taken in my sights/ packing fire in hearts, thinking my cards couldn't get jack done I smack son with the hands invictus spit interest leaving you stock plumenting/ dwell in cellars hell is my domain open game smoking names broken blades chope heads on my tabletop with my laptop recording all for Fail Blog number #5/
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05-03-2010, 03:41 PM
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God Of WAr
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sworn dare to dawn, armed with a razor and nothing else/
taken stealth stolen packages mastering flagellant accumulations pasteurize raps guises in fly's that sit in the friendly skies/ size up minds in and out of plains laid down on the board game seeing dead heads severed with nothing to measure/ too tough can you handle heights too suborn to move a mountain with the spit you spouting/ thinking you're a fountain spewing water with no where for it to go but recycle and come back to you/ walked back from the shadows shedding skin like a reptile wild out mind cha doubt walking through hell with a jedi mind trick our craft you should explore we transmutate the hate that you adore feel it boil all in your core i know this is more then what you prayed for thunderous rain will forever pour flood the terrain and send you to Atlantis door no masters of illusions we just cause mass confusion abusive and wicked at hell's gates make you tear the tickets explicit and holistic only with those who with the flow roll with it those who insist to drift will miss the gift souls we lift no exit your left a relic with no evolution in your shift M<an you guys did it man, coldness..
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05-04-2010, 07:24 AM
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thx j. some good ish sheep...good looking out on adding that verse.
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05-04-2010, 12:02 PM
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aye yo mos i'm gonna put that joint we wrote in a couple days let em marinate of journey for a while..
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05-04-2010, 04:07 PM
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