"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[J.T.S.]

revelations of brutal retaliations, revolts, a relentless revolution
this process of thought a theoritical contribution
My pencil lead filling white pages whip out the white sabre's
Mic majors and universal scholars blood connected from forefathers
these hood nino brown's trying to build more Carter's
shotcallers, and shottas all shooting for the top dollars
it's a struggle in a hopeless hell my niggas packed in cells
so stay in tune the days are doomed we bloom with a look of gloom
wisdom light the moon she's crying thinking i'll die with goons
No concern i let the kush burn 3 deep in the waiting room
visiting a partner n' crime so for the rest of the day my time's consumed
contemplating, and debating the hit heavy cannons for the payback kid
Weapons stay stashed where my back is j.t.s. gets active

[JehovAllah]

wisdom light the moon she's crying thinking i'll die with goons
No concern i let the kush burn 3 deep in the waiting room


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[Insufflate First]

knockin at your door the repetitive killin the sensitive killer scores
understatement if ya sayin i create earthquakes in pavement
six six six my gang sign dont whine the numbers stick
your story makes me sick, gory is what im thinkin its gonna get
this description is malicious no hesitation im also 100 percent vicious
every word is carcinogenic like chocolate verb to a diabetic
i never look back like a paralyzed neck or a lawyer who is never in debt
haymakers aren't the only style of punching or hitting
but pessimism and bitching are the only traits categorized in quitting
treasure chests are prized every lock picked i rise higher
i supervise my supplier so i dont get ripped jipped with pliers
MP3s are expensive high in dough talking is cheap music aint no
every song i play my world turns from red to gray
hey so absurd and un rational a baby would internationally describe me crazy
amaze me with your lyrics, impossible john, or should i say stacy
i got my skills from hieroglyphics science is straight, straight from physics

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

revelations of brutal retaliations, revolts, a relentless revolution
this process of thought a theoritical contribution
My pencil lead filling white pages whip out the white sabre's
Mic majors and universal scholars blood connected from forefathers
these hood nino brown's trying to build more Carter's
shotcallers, and shottas all shooting for the top dollars
it's a struggle in a hopeless hell my niggas packed in cells
so stay in tune the days are doomed we bloom with a look of gloom
wisdom light the moon she's crying thinking i'll die with goons
No concern i let the kush burn 3 deep in the waiting room
visiting a partner n' crime so for the rest of the day my time's consumed
contemplating, and debating the hit heavy cannons for the payback kid
Weapons stay stashed where my back is j.t.s. gets active

activated accounts,
jokers and lames get blades across their mouths
witness gods with clout,
rain sulfate upon crowds and reclaim the wayward crowns
run races at the pace of sound,
blazing pages and shrouds, my face is in the clouds
fog banks are drifting waves upon mountains and caves,
surrounded by a howling wind and flames
my family found CHI-olin in pride and shame...

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

They call me Sheepish didn't cha peep it
they call me Blastmatic automatic now it's all tragic/
pull your magic cards I slap it down harder than vermin
hold cha tablet don't give a rats clap cats with flows that never dose
now I’m cold as commanders cobra Oppenheimer rocking minds
stopping time in any final fantasy now that's just 8 more/
rip it raw daring baron don't even state cha cardigans
I’m bombing them with opposite homonyms/

[Arkane]

How come none of this shit rhymes?! Vermin n' dose/
Think you're workin' wit' pros? Nah you're jerkin wit bros/
Yeah... I know you love dick, got them dreams of suckin' it/
Wu-Tang forum needs some help so they can get above this shit/
Cuz' they stuck in a sespool, where it sounds like meth rules/
Cuz' they rhymes don't rhyme, n' they say THAT'S COOL/
I like your shit I love how you work it you should go on tour kid/
Maybe find a few guy at the bar n' we can finally score.. SHIT/

Roflmao... Do disrespect LOL

[Insufflate First]

Originally Posted by Arkane

How come none of this shit rhymes?! Vermin n' dose/
Think you're workin' wit' pros? Nah you're jerkin wit bros/
Yeah... I know you love dick, got them dreams of suckin' it/
Wu-Tang forum needs some help so they can get above this shit/
Cuz' they stuck in a sespool, where it sounds like meth rules/
Cuz' they rhymes don't rhyme, n' they say THAT'S COOL/
I like your shit I love how you work it you should go on tour kid/
Maybe find a few guy at the bar n' we can finally score.. SHIT/

Roflmao... Do disrespect LOL

Rollin on ya ass laughin claiming I can't rhyme?
Force you to suck my my shaft brainin' cause I took ya enzymes
I ain't got dreams or fantasies, just the instrumental timin' me
speakin my mind betta find your defense since you a silver spoon prince
you got the profession of a plumber, look up to whoever got a hummer
great a little bitch being a punk- little boy ya ship bout to get SUNK
my enviornment doesn't affect or affiliate you let yours choose ya fate


Listen I got more options than the president of the united states
I'm doin my own thang, aint no bang or auction if i'm late
i advance with coherent talent, hit hard with a gallant mallet
i dodge fatique like a man under rain and an umbrella
made out of metal strain if it dont work i'll sell it lemme tell ya
you're in the fluvial, agressive as a prehistoric raptor with no style
learn it with heart not as a stand-by actor, dick is too small too piss
i dont want to break your integrity but ya need to urinate with an adapter
i demonstrate with no senses, if im blind in a wheelchair ill still hop fences

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton

activated accounts,
jokers and lames get blades across their mouths
witness gods with clout,
rain sulfate upon crowds and reclaim the wayward crowns
run races at the pace of sound,
blazing pages and shrouds, my face is in the clouds
fog banks are drifting waves upon mountains and caves,
surrounded by a howling wind and flames
my family found CHI-olin in pride and shame...

We strive for change nothing but pain flows through-out my frame
let it fill thousands of note-books son's know i'm coaching the game
never smoke with the lames settle beef like small claims
fuck the game it's letting candy-reign i inherited Gandhi's brain
Minus the peace only sleep with the baddest ten-piece
waking up matrix sheep with a two-piece biscuit in reach
even with stomach pains we gotta eat the dirt's cheap
Brandish the weapons with my fully loaded fleet
stay away from cats that leach trashed with the heaps

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

We strive for change nothing but pain flows through-out my frame
let it fill thousands of note-books son's know i'm coaching the game
never smoke with the lames settle beef like small claims
fuck the game it's letting candy-reign i inherited Gandhi's brain
Minus the peace only sleep with the baddest ten-piece
waking up matrix sheep with a two-piece biscuit in reach
even with stomach pains we gotta eat the dirt's cheap
Brandish the weapons with my fully loaded fleet
stay away from cats that leach trashed with the heaps

in this madness I breathe I am attacked for stashes of ink,
opposite my comrades we don masks and bomb crab fleets
it's NOT practice, we ARE the laws of black bees
we are justice on wings,
blood of thugs and kings, we want peace and our tongues sting
it's not enough to sleep, you must cry, sweat and bleed for your beliefs
it's a now and later piece, a powerful flavor but nothing sweet
our steps are thunder, sending rumbles through the streets
between thumbs and screens,
needles, flesh and strings come to resemble crumbling flesh and screams...

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton

in this madness I breathe I am attacked for stashes of ink,
opposite my comrades we don masks and bomb crab fleets
it's NOT practice, we ARE the laws of black bees
we are justice on wings,
blood of thugs and kings, we want peace and our tongues sting
it's not enough to sleep, you must cry, sweat and bleed for your beliefs
it's a now and later piece, a powerful flavor but nothing sweet
our steps are thunder, sending rumbles through the streets
between thumbs and screens,
needles, flesh and strings come to resemble crumbling flesh and screams...

My science of life flyer in flight vocals light the skyline
Magnetic that's my mind devestating design
first things combined to blow em blind in the bind
rap this to tactics to access the atlas
Slowly processed miraculous mental matches
all applaud the fiery god enemies temples gunned in the lodge
where u hiding? riding the movement wind strong charge
bag of blonde K2 blueberry haze mixed for day trips
the night's mine fog thick when i rip
non-patriotic slaughter the narcs with solar plexus shots
smile aftermath bloody style throw in the towel
lyrical lynchings begin strength conquering
Can you contend? break out the pins grenade flows blow again
salute the lootmaker in the brown sway tims

[J.T.S.]

written phrophecies found in sea's overseas a lady warrior this soulja needs
In the battle-zone you either fold or squeeze like orange to juices
the truth is what my auroa produces gang-related like hoover dueces
don't flash like flicks at the kids who spit fire like coopa
To the bridge to make ends meet who dosen't pay is thrown off by their feet
don't give a fuck if i flow off the beat i brought the heat
To burn sweet-heats biting my shit uncapable of executing deep thoughts
many others missed marks from start for some success is commercial art
i'm despising it but the livest shit i'm advising, and revising it
suprisingly sick your bitches mine with the licks
redundant how they lips honey glazed my dick
No relaxation paper chasing is like a hostage negotiation
a crisis in the making up north lifer's giving minors anal invasions
And they doing years in the system is designed to make faggots out of men
try to control the population doctors purposely operating wrong on patients
were living in hell and the skin on my body is baking

[BornPower]

[QUOTE=J.T.S.;2021641]written phrophecies found in sea's overseas a lady warrior this soulja needs
In the battle-zone you either fold or squeeze like orange to juices
the truth is what my auroa produces gang-related like hoover dueces
don't flash like flicks at the kids who spit fire like coopa
To the bridge to make ends meet who dosen't pay is thrown off by their feet
don't give a fuck if i flow off the beat i brought the heat
To burn sweet-heats biting my shit uncapable of executing deep thoughts
many others missed marks from start for some success is commercial art
i'm despising it but the livest shit i'm advising, and revising it
suprisingly sick your bitches mine with the licks
redundant how they lips honey glazed my dick
No relaxation paper chasing is like a hostage negotiation
a crisis in the making up north lifer's giving minors anal invasions
And they doing years in the system is designed to make faggots out of men
try to control the population doctors purposely operating wrong on patients
were living in hell and the skin on my body is baking[/]

it's hard to stitch when the arm operating is shaking
there's nothing stock about my bomb's casing,
my liquid metal is an instant threat to puppets and gepettos on any stage or scene
no novacane for my molding gangrene,
my posts are Cain's green, rolled and smoked slowly for relief
every morning there's mourning for courted Kings,
thwarted by sorties and schemes from warring Queens
if one's board is really a dream how can a Dreamer score sleep?

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

[QUOTE=.5KutSkeleton;2021881]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

written phrophecies found in sea's overseas a lady warrior this soulja needs
In the battle-zone you either fold or squeeze like orange to juices
the truth is what my auroa produces gang-related like hoover dueces
don't flash like flicks at the kids who spit fire like coopa
To the bridge to make ends meet who dosen't pay is thrown off by their feet
don't give a fuck if i flow off the beat i brought the heat
To burn sweet-heats biting my shit uncapable of executing deep thoughts
many others missed marks from start for some success is commercial art
i'm despising it but the livest shit i'm advising, and revising it
suprisingly sick your bitches mine with the licks
redundant how they lips honey glazed my dick
No relaxation paper chasing is like a hostage negotiation
a crisis in the making up north lifer's giving minors anal invasions
And they doing years in the system is designed to make faggots out of men
try to control the population doctors purposely operating wrong on patients
were living in hell and the skin on my body is baking[/]

it's hard to stitch when the arm operating is shaking
there's nothing stock about my bomb's casing,
my liquid metal is an instant threat to puppets and gepettos on any stage or scene
no novacane for my molding gangrene,
my posts are Cain's green, rolled and smoked slowly for relief
every morning there's mourning for courted Kings,
thwarted by sorties and schemes from warring Queens
if one's board is really a dream how can a Dreamer score sleep?

yall killing shit....................here i go...

Cap the rap, splat the jacks mastering rips over Memorex tapes
speak off the hook like I am a captain with one on/
bring a bong smoke the chronic tonic time out cha looks
freeze frame flows in lanes you still cannot claim/
doesn't need to rhyme all the time
it's how you present them lines all the time/
toe tag beats when I read cha eyes, remember the times
see mine never eyes wide shut, they rhymes wise sluts/

spit these darts more painful than 5 year withdrawal
some of these guys took the hardest fall
they lose their soul and turn fat on the outside and within
can't these stupid idiots see that their heart will instantly pack-it-in
i don't know what everyone else did
but if they scrambled like you off the top of the lid
when i was a child i invented Planet Quadruple-E
however i was still a child so it was pronounced Cudrupilee

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

You ain't screaming Willie Beaman in the stands your a leader of MEN
Your the freaking Quarterback, start acting like one/
when I’m scrabbling like Donavan McNabb,
throw out cha challenge flag/
trying to tackle me like Mike Vick
you ain't spitting shit when I come in style and eclipse the sun/
you can be flawless yet no ring like Dan Marino
or you can go to encino like Steven Young and win four passing titles/
thinking you can rival rhyme marvel hating hard
I can M-V-P your team just I am not Tom Brady/
you can Matt Schaub your mob in every Texan Game
I'm J-E-T Joe Namath, making predictions, then they come true/