Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

[TUCO]

revival ~ now its time to rebuild
how ironic the last post wasnt a holiday toast
independant my country stood but not on the 4th
that was just a document date read with laughs by King George
save the chuckle for the war, killed em off with militia
rakes and various tools used, not a pretty war picture
what matters is we won, last hurrah for the land
of the free and the brave, whip a slave, play ur band tunes
100 more years of peace, love, and baby booms
just a matter of time till yall feel the post-slave fumes
short fused black leaders step up to the soap box
proclaim a nation within themselves thru airwave spots
lead millions in marches from Alabama to DC
from PEACE to violence and down to east-west coast beef
the downfall of America can be best told thru heart
cause actions spoke enuff, look at us now, war has torn us apart

jus thought id hit with a lil throwback DOJO verse....this one i was pretty happy with, flowed nicely IMO

[J.T.S.]

Creating creations that cremate heads that hesitate to make a spark
You know this water-proof mc rides waves like Noah's ark
Dedicating my darts to my peeps on the darkside, and victims of homicide
I'm living life amongst savages, still they know i'm not the one to ravage with
Grab em' then stab em' with the cross, destroyin' foolish hearts
My murder art is non-artificial, i'm lyrically artistic
Carryin' biscuits state-to-state, making emcee's statistics
Lethally spittin' venom to put all rivals to sleep, my tongues heat
Runnin' through 12 beats a day, slay all wit timeless wordplay

[andrem]

The Zen swordsman/ I see the light without distortion/
Holy spirits contortion your fortune like an abortion/
My mind flows/ with lyrical swords that chop through porcelain/
Enter my circle, you get cut up into several portions
Warriors of Odin/ show you death with sublime motions/
The god of poets/ twisting reality with narcotic potions/
Norse horsemen/ bury the wicked in seven oceans/
My words are potent/ with precision I devastate all opponents/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Asking if I’m too dirty Ah Ha dirty dogging emcees
Wit skills bringing pain look like a ravine wit brains/
Rafting on my shores cut cha umbilical cord
Leave you stiffer than cardboard box/
Ask me now who’s the hardest I’d ask back
Who’s the sickest most retarded wit lyrics/
Like this bang ya head against a tombstone
Save ya coins then you’ll be Donald Goines/

some crazy wazzy style 4 dat ass

[rome1919]

ay yo....
shadow box rap packs genocidel patients
matter fact/
i'm losin' my patients...
with relations of fakness/
it seems like ages....
like wrinkles in yall faces/
since i spit dat dojo oasis/
soon you'll see darts.....
dippin' in ya city like immigration/
rome put one in ya head/
stop head fakin/
jewels slip off from the stick up/
i'm facin'......

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Corpse Christy I spit, speak n say
Wit the lip speed you can only read/
Don’t think you can super succeed
The need to feed, eat, live and breathe/
I rhyme 4 more reasons entering minds
Calling it treason I’m telepathic n I’m breezing/
Developing styling wilding wit words I’m hiring
Firing on all cylinders lyrically I’ll kill ya/
Then bill ya for services you ain’t even use
The mission is impossible like Tom Cruise/
I don’t bruise mics I bruise your face
Loose the case, drop the charges/
Escape to Thailand my flow be flying
B-One bomb your crew think I’m not devastating/
Make a statement I’ll break it n reiterate it
Face it you lost the title I’m vile, sick n wild/
Bucky knuck your uppercut fuck da blocking
I’m cocking the nine to leave the bullet in place of your spine/
Then you know the meaning of getting on the grind
Split cha mind give you migraines take a pill bitch/
My flow be the Advil, Aspirin & Tylenol all in one
Think I’m dope better start call me Opium-Tech/
Don’t think I will never switch
On and off like a light switch/
Thinking you spit harder I pitch more heaters
Than a chick rocking a wife-beater/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

i dart arks lost at sea
my flow you soon shall see/
spit fire best believe the rhymes
i retrive from the lost dart manuscript/
flip libs give e'm jibs i jab bang you up
extremely bad loosing so much blood/
you carve out a nitch in the ground
making sure it all isn't in the game/
you know the name lyrically i slay e'm
prey on e'm n manipulate e'm/

[J.T.S.]

Destructive lyricisim got my mind shackled, as i spit the blind tackled
Savage stature of a master and massive dome blaster
Faster than the speed of warp, wasp tactics bring stingin' results
I'm part insect so fly lines i craft you maggots respect my darts
Specialize in explosive rap arts, uglier than facial warts
I'm done son, burning bandits to ashes on the fort

[Eversick666]

Originally Posted by james

Destructive lyricisim got my mind shackled, as i spit the blind tackled
Savage stature of a master and massive dome blaster
Faster than the speed of warp, wasp tactics bring stingin' results
I'm part insect so fly lines i craft you maggots respect my darts
Specialize in explosive rap arts, uglier than facial warts
I'm done son, burning bandits to ashes on the fort

jurassic wit the sword,rap your neck up wit the cord,till kidz just hit the floor
now you got an open jaw,hack saw through the body like magicians on tour,
jagged teeth rippen in the flesh like the deadly life of jaws,rap applause
clap your paws for the oldist animal around,hear me laughen and gaspin wit that twisted cannibal sound...

[tha god concept]

cannibal sound...

pound for pound more profound you clown
cartoon money shakedown hangin niggaz upsidedown
money hits the ground the God ganks another town
if you drop anymore jewelz imma make a fuckin crown

[Edgar Erebus]

Ya heard well, the fucking crown for rulin fuckin' town
But just make a wrong step and the kingdom's fallin' down
For the laughter you'll deserve to constantly receive
It's just distant noise of what you could be capable to give,
But don't go out, your presidency designed to be cracked
And kids off the project scream "King is fucking naked!!!"

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Put cha scrilla up
My flow be flooding
Like Antarctica/
Shoulda, woulda, cloulda
But cha ain’t nice enuff too/
Ya just dice being rolled on the table
Pull ya card n I intend to use it/
Abuse it n miscue it now ya
Wonder how ya view it/
Whether ya at the crib or
In the library just go too/
Any site such as Youtube.com
Ifilms or hit search on ya toolbar/
Ya can Google the Viral Video too
My lyrical article spit mostly particles/
Divide words into principles
Spit scriptures turn e’m into pictures/
Now you can visualize enterprise
The rhymes I exercise n make ya realize/
Open ya third eye up n plug into this
Matrix n politic Nixon click son flick up/
I Bill Clinton the Black House love my spouse
I arouse flows that Kung Pow wit the Pussy thou/

[Edgar Erebus]

Where's the rhyme scheme?

[SHRAP]

Call me R Kelly I piss on hoes, shit on foes, SPLAT
Wipe wit paper, aint nothin, I get on dough fast
Get on yo ass, flap ya lip and get hit wit fo' blasts
Flippin those packs, plus these fuckin bitches owe cash
Rode fast wit they batty ass, when they saw me last
They know I prolly blast and put holes up in that ass
Leave they hoes in body casts, swole up in that ass
Fags on my dick, barrel of a fourty fo up in that ass
Body bags in ya whip, you ride out in the trunk
I get brains bitch, and yours fly out, from the pump
Don't watch me hoe, leave that shit to the cops
Nothin but batty hoes flap they lip to the cops
Misconceptions, assumptions, he said and she said
Get the weapon, I'm dumpin, he dead and she dead
See dead people, yeah bitch, I got a sixth sense
Who is to blame, quotin his name, in the past tense

[J.T.S.]

I can't wait to flip weight, and make my next battle a Kuwait fate
Cash the check-mate, and flash the cash in a pawns face
war-face warrior in ya corridor taping hard-core rapes
Track rapist packin' burners to blast prison guards face-less
I face more racists than Martin, though they love my bracelits
Give em' a face-lift Hannibal style, body em' blaow
And if they still breathin' i'll get Skale to stop em' out
I'm in the house like James Todd, the pussy gettin' God
Niggas act hard, til' i beat em' til' their retards
Use my sword to decapitate ya arms, b4 ya grab ya firearm