"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

yo yo my lyrics are death-rays that rip you apart
so don't be like Steve Irwin and take it to heart
Dont speak, ya beast, your nothing but a weak man
You'd have to wank a police man to take the law into your own hands

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by billyanalogue

yo yo my lyrics are death-rays that rip you apart
so don't be like Steve Irwin and take it to heart
Dont speak, ya beast, your nothing but a weak man
You'd have to wank a police man to take the law into your own hands

wow this is very comedic lol give this man a round of applause

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

It’s the ultra lighter flow fighter
Mental striker wit more moves than GTA do/
Running rapid making you suckers get cramped
Quicksilver you pap smears wit actual fears/
Drop to your bones once I roast you, your toast
See sight beyond rhymes I write wit eyes of omen/
Throwing ducks overboard wit no wack sauce
I jacked up cracked jimmy’s corn wit graves I mourn/
Born in Queens raised in Cuse I’m more looser than OJ off the juice
Cruise control flash your memory blank like CTRL+ATL Delete/
Spit cha verbage making all the shit you herbages make up
Is nothing but garbage while you recycling freestyles/
I’m off the hook like Barcardi 151 strike your liver
Wit one dart I pull off a shot so sick it doesn’t even quiver/
Rupture you sucker emcee send cha back into trees like monkeys you
You don’t me I’m a lyrical alchemist spit diabolical chemicals/
Now that cha interested in my Scientifics fully equipped to rip shit
I grip it and graph it like graffiti & architect’s do now is that perplexing you/
Questionable tactics Asiatic classical rap theatrics drill through domes
Wit no psychology poems leaving more ink blots in your mind than once thought/
Bought mental dragged it back several levels play the dumb guy for some time
Once you realize I’m smart as Albert Einstein you trying play tricks like Jedi’s do/
I regulate you wit more yoki than oki doaks through more tightness on my lines
Than multiple times you draw up the tightest rhymes I just come up beside cha n
rip ya spine outta ya body leaving you looking pretty shotty/
I come young and dirty like the old dirty bastard
Blast you wit factual concepts most don’t even get/
I got you thinking how I’m tipping the point
While I’m just gaming you wit theory/
Proving multiplicity can shine from coast to coast whether it’s AM to PM
Your still dreaming cuz your mentally dead like Keneu Reeves in The Matrix/
Running though emcees like Osirus I’m a lyrical virus
Infecting each and every emcee with everything I see/
Then you’ll be blinded while your third stays open like ISP address
I can track your progress anti oxian flow wit moxy than a fox hound/
Clown your gremlins wit more embalms than lapel pins on Obama’s vest
Weaponry get set off wit more flame than glare
I bare my souls like James & ODB yo/

[J.T.S.]

The style of this is venomous, i war on strips like Bloods, and Crips
Multi-talented, locked missing my kids, it's the gods versus the Pigs
Respect my sig, send you death signals quick, bombing whips
bacon get blown to bits, they'll find your head in the grits
But not the weapon, no half stepping perfection
Pitching fast, where if your caught up for letting weapons blast
you'd best invest in cash for bail, unless they give you a cross with nails

[Ritter]

Cold winter night,icicles sharp as knives
Snow fell like ash from post-apocalyptic skies
The goal is like Mona Lisa to the blind eye
A kid with nothing to gain,everything to fear
They whisper in his ear,he tries not to hear
He missed a bus-stop,now he's here
Nightmares stalked his mind while he was awake
He walks frozen into the night,like it was his grave
He walks on the road the fallen angels paved
His steps are empty,the demons are tempting
His guardian angel turns to a reaper
He saw a fukken vision and decided to keep her
The snow just became stronger and the pain deeper
He doesnt know where he is,and there are no directions
Every road is a dead-end,every sword is dull
Dark like a broken lightbulb
He lost feeling in his thumbs,his lungs went numb
Decayed and dead,his tongue was a bubble-gum
His eardrum was done,he couldnt hear sound
When his eyes started spinnin,he knew the Earth was round
He tought he saw the sun rising,it was just a gunshot
What did life get that death has never got
So he lied down on the snow,closed his eyes
Hoping he will go to the apocalyptic skies
A minute has passed...he dies

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I’m a blaze it like cigar that burns slowly
My flow be golden shining besides the sun is showing/
Got beats growing in the back like potted plants
You weak rap niggas be crawling like ants/
Y’all cats ain’t even in the same solar system as me
Your language ain’t even sandwiched be English and Spanish/
When I sling my game I bring multitudes of slang when I’m rolling in c-lo
Ringing bells of war like Master Kill bringing out more killer tapes than Meth lost/
Roast you emcees like chicken broth watch cha skin steam off
After I let the dust I settle I continuously cooking y’all like a tea kettle/
So take that as a message from me to you as don’t mettle with my metals
Or we going to have to settle this like men wit more iron on than haggler arms/
I’m bagging your bonds wit active charms catalytic bombs active ROMs
Debate cha emulation we create more feats than statistics can contemplate/
That’s when I get the weed wacker and lawnmower
Shredding all you sucker emcees Tony did Big Pussy/
Don’t take my threat for idle hands once we exchange greetings
I’m split cha noodle while I’m taking a do-do ahh why you got all poopoo/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I'm on a daily operation
copping never cooperating/
emcees steady daring to test
I devastate the rest when I begin
ripping I'm never half stepping/
when you're half repping i'm steady pimping
never slipping or limping i rip bars while ur gimping/
thinking your everything when your just a nobody
i rock flows like gangsters rock a sawed off shottie/
now i got notty heads wit snotty boxes
from flows i cold rocked a show/
wit no beats or speakers to blow
showing n' proving is what i am doing/
I'm a 98er flow drainer microphone psycho
unlike no other as i'm flipping the script/
ripping this shit from top to bottom
drop them like bullets from a hollow/
whether i'm on planet rock
or project funk da world/
yall emcees claim to be illmatic
but yall aren't nada but static/
i can blast it or rip it
but cha can't get this lyricist/
i'm a geneticist when it comes to ripping bars
leaving your mind shattered like glass/
shaken not stir my flow is the word
i heard yall cats are birds and all herbs/
i think you too afraid to get wit the germs
and if you rock why can't osmosis the jones/
get cha bones blow from the grip of Shao Khan or Raiden
now your just been duped and baited desingrated by the flows i radiated/
so when i noob saibot emcees and come back from the dead
end cha regin and re-edit cha tapes like they was bad dubs/
so don't flow when ya can't even go go go like speed racer
once i take the lead best believe i'm never gonna take a reprive
i'm a succeed you best believe/

[J.T.S.]

Short time to dine on emcee's for dinner
Knock out their lights dimmer, deminish the glitter
Live from the litter, no baby rap spitter
the smooth hustler, gambler's here's the trigger
No remorse bitter, i'm slicker, and sicker
Bigger with a huge rep, talk shit, tools pressed
Hard wood check, trifle tech wreck
Bring Chaos like Sheepish the Vet
My defenses dressed in war gear, geared for death
No fear thoughts of stress are laid to rest
Undergound guests come up breathe
Don't take it personal, persona centipede
Enemies envy the speed, and gold weed
spread love the Brooklyn way, no greed
flows like a nose bleed, bombing cars no beep
roadrunner with heat, eat your track meats
rugged kicks cleets, walk all over your physique
Universally unique, 5 star general emcee documentary
Film rolling tapes recording, the wars by the morning
grab your umbrellas were storming
Goodfella assasin, thrashing while performing

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Short time to dine on emcee's for dinner
Knock out their lights dimmer, deminish the glitter
Live from the litter, no baby rap spitter
the smooth hustler, gambler's here's the trigger
No remorse bitter, i'm slicker, and sicker
Bigger with a huge rep, talk shit, tools pressed
Hard wood check, trifle tech wreck
Bring Chaos like Sheepish the Vet
My defenses dressed in war gear, geared for death
No fear thoughts of stress are laid to rest
Undergound guests come up breathe
Don't take it personal, persona centipede
Enemies envy the speed, and gold weed
spread love the Brooklyn way, no greed
flows like a nose bleed, bombing cars no beep
roadrunner with heat, eat your track meats
rugged kicks cleets, walk all over your physique
Universally unique, 5 star general emcee documentary
Film rolling tapes recording, the wars by the morning
grab your umbrellas were storming
Goodfella assasin, thrashing while performing

niceness i love the line i'm mentioned ha ha ha lol

Whether you can dump bars like a martyr
My flow is the archer to any bow and arrow/
I split cha noggin like sparrow
Don’t even try to say I’m hollow/
I got glow like the last dragon
Bagging you emcees like particles/
My artillery be nothing
Be more than another simple test of futility/
Don’t get cha self too worried
I come at cha mind like a bottle of whisky/
Picture me colder than ice boulders
Folding your legs up like pretzel/
Trying to execute me wit “Yoga Flame”
You ain’t Dhalsam and this ain’t Street Fighter/
I’m a writer wit skill highlighting all your flaws leaving you in all awe
Break your jaw by multiples of threes now divide by four and see how raw I can be/
Spit cha mind out I cut cha down to PIE redeem your mind from the brink
Every time I decide I wanna ink a another flow I go through like ANDREW n ask you/
How the fuck is even possible most emcees can’t even rock wit me
I knock brains upside they head and make them freeze by a mere touch/
Trying crush the best even now is a hard task like Nas trying locate DOOM
Once I go BOOM I blew back the speakers as I unleashed my flows like hurricanes
Take a number as I begin my reigns your pain will last forever/
Every time you decide you wanna rewrite cha verse you best break out
The dictionary and get cha literary devices proper with no mistakes/
Don’t get cha self decimated before you can properly evaluated
Or I’ll devour you and coagulate blood and bones like grains of rice/
Eat cha simple like ground beef now do you wanna fuck wit me
I’m the next generation of the cannibal animal
wit a mandible claw that’s raw hitting hard/

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

It’s the ultra lighter flow fighter
Mental striker wit more moves than GTA do/
Running rapid making you suckers get cramped
Quicksilver you pap smears wit actual fears/
Drop to your bones once I roast you, your toast
See sight beyond rhymes I write wit eyes of omen/
Throwing ducks overboard wit no wack sauce
I jacked up cracked jimmy’s corn wit graves I mourn/
Born in Queens raised in Cuse I’m more looser than OJ off the juice
Cruise control flash your memory blank like CTRL+ATL Delete/
Spit cha verbage making all the shit you herbages make up
Is nothing but garbage while you recycling freestyles/
I’m off the hook like Barcardi 151 strike your liver
Wit one dart I pull off a shot so sick it doesn’t even quiver/
Rupture you sucker emcee send cha back into trees like monkeys you
You don’t me I’m a lyrical alchemist spit diabolical chemicals/
Now that cha interested in my Scientifics fully equipped to rip shit
I grip it and graph it like graffiti & architect’s do now is that perplexing you/
Questionable tactics Asiatic classical rap theatrics drill through domes
Wit no psychology poems leaving more ink blots in your mind than once thought/
Bought mental dragged it back several levels play the dumb guy for some time
Once you realize I’m smart as Albert Einstein you trying play tricks like Jedi’s do/
I regulate you wit more yoki than oki doaks through more tightness on my lines
Than multiple times you draw up the tightest rhymes I just come up beside cha n
rip ya spine outta ya body leaving you looking pretty shotty/
I come young and dirty like the old dirty bastard
Blast you wit factual concepts most don’t even get/
I got you thinking how I’m tipping the point
While I’m just gaming you wit theory/
Proving multiplicity can shine from coast to coast whether it’s AM to PM
Your still dreaming cuz your mentally dead like Keneu Reeves in The Matrix/
Running though emcees like Osirus I’m a lyrical virus
Infecting each and every emcee with everything I see/
Then you’ll be blinded while your third stays open like ISP address
I can track your progress anti oxian flow wit moxy than a fox hound/
Clown your gremlins wit more embalms than lapel pins on Obama’s vest
Weaponry get set off wit more flame than glare
I bare my souls like James & ODB yo/

uh....

I see what you're goin for, but it seems like there's something missing...

not bad though

your weakness is not your technique...

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Short time to dine on emcee's for dinner
Knock out their lights dimmer, deminish the glitter
Live from the litter, no baby rap spitter
the smooth hustler, gambler's here's the trigger
No remorse bitter, i'm slicker, and sicker
Bigger with a huge rep, talk shit, tools pressed
Hard wood check, trifle tech wreck
Bring Chaos like Sheepish the Vet
My defenses dressed in war gear, geared for death
No fear thoughts of stress are laid to rest
Undergound guests come up breathe
Don't take it personal, persona centipede
Enemies envy the speed, and gold weed
spread love the Brooklyn way, no greed
flows like a nose bleed, bombing cars no beep
roadrunner with heat, eat your track meats
rugged kicks cleets, walk all over your physique
Universally unique, 5 star general emcee documentary
Film rolling tapes recording, the wars by the morning
grab your umbrellas were storming
Goodfella assasin, thrashing while performing

feelin the U-god deck-nique you've employed, your thread's journey has taken your pen far. keep it up

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I love a story full of “Sex & Violence”
But y’all cats bore me wit cha fake lines about sex and violence/
You ain’t live it, you ain’t “Ready to Die” like BIG was
You can’t even interoperate “The Seven Day Theory”/
Let alone think clearly you barely can read lyrically
Spit it spiritually and rip it musically/
I’m doing this with no beat lyrically
You could be “Ego Trippin” and still can’t rip it/
Even if you don’t listen to Bis think about it for a sec
You can still be an Outkast kid even if you not “Ghetto Extraordinary”/
Whether you’re living a “C True Hollywood Story”
Or claiming you’re the “Sound of Revenge”/
It’s always about the “Ultimate Victory”
Whether your “Shedding a Tear for the Ghetto”/
Or on the paper trail like “Chopper City in the Ghetto”
It’s “The Infamous” Life when your living a “Hell on Earth”/
Trying to stay “Illmatic” when “It was written” what ever “Nastradumus” was spitting
Just cuz “I Am” a “God Son” I’m still a “Street’s Disciple”/
Even when “Hip Hop is dead” I’m still giving you “The Blueprint”
Even when I was “Criminal Minded” you’ve been blinded wit “Reasonable Doubt”/
“It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back” whether you got
“Fear of a Black Planet” or you just front cuz you ain’t on “Planet Rock”
It’s still “Project Funk da World” whether I’m “Rising Down” or
Fucking your girl, I got her on “The Tipping Point”/
Like duh duh it’s the joint I’m off the rector scale like Erick & Parish Making Dollars
Tech of the future I reboot cha like an old fashion Atari Computer/
Now you trying to go digital like Gipp once had a “Mutant Mind frame”
I can take over your brain wit a “Digital Bullet” oops I forgot you couldn’t pull it/

[magoo34]

to Biggie's Kick in the Door

Kick in the door wave in the 45 we swarm like beehives dropped case like don’t try
No lie mag stabs and drags fags like hand bags
Hangs like dish rags
Fangs you know snag
Skin and body tissue
Sin like naughty issues
Of playboy but play boy and envoys deploy hellboys toys like bombs on hanoi
Like linebacker
I find and resign rappers like felines and rat trappers
Peasants unpleasantly gunned down like pheasants
Find your body parts in your kids Christmas presents
Don’t mess senor 34 slaps scores of whores
And blows up like claymores
Scales pills like drug stores
Quick kills like hard core
Lyrics have your clique nailed to the floor
Son up in memoir
Punctured like lumbar
Trick talk shit killer(kill her) fast like Santhar

fyi
-operation linebacker was when they dropped bombs on hanoi in the vietnam war
-santhar is a form of death by self starvation(a killer fast)

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I got weapons strong as any zeppelin
Leaving ya lying in the graveyard like MCA & Geffen/
My lines be zipping past cha mental wit all telepathy
Quicker than molecules pasting your temple/
Once I shift, phase, take the stage and re-phase
Leaving you in the dust like Tien Shinhan/
I rock weighted clothing like Goku Son
in any tournaments I reign supreme while all you do is fail is your dreams
Blow through your darts wit more distructo discs than Krillin I be illin/
Making you peons take refuge at the turtle hermit’s island
Now I be spying on you wit my third eye ever present like King Piccolo/
You can drink ya Michelob while I drop a shit load of knowledge on top of ya garbage
While you sucker emcees begin your harvest my shit lies low like larva’s/
Spring out of my shells like killer bees that ain’t on a reprieve
Retrieve my armaments indeed wit skills only flees can see/
Dreams by the planted seeds I read cha mind wit a looking glass
Through darts at cha shaken ass, can’t phase my skin/
I’ll never relinquish my lines I distinguish when I finish
Spitting where it hurts like Genghis Khan before he took over the earth/
My rebirth swords on cassette tapes after laser disc recreate digital after images
Soundwave couldn’t take I decepticon reactivate emcees like cybertron/
Reawake flows act like I never flowed before in my life
Was a disarming task that most didn’t take like/
One name Mr. Freeze costly breeze as Blastman I decided to last against e’m
As Techwon I channel my tactics wit supreme graphics after mathematics/

[BornPower]

Originally Posted by magoo34

to Biggie's Kick in the Door

Kick in the door wave in the 45 we swarm like beehives dropped case like don’t try
No lie mag stabs and drags fags like hand bags
Hangs like dish rags
Fangs you know snag
Skin and body tissue
Sin like naughty issues
Of playboy but play boy and envoys deploy hellboys toys like bombs on hanoi
Like linebacker
I find and resign rappers like felines and rat trappers
Peasants unpleasantly gunned down like pheasants
Find your body parts in your kids Christmas presents
Don’t mess senor 34 slaps scores of whores
And blows up like claymores
Scales pills like drug stores
Quick kills like hard core
Lyrics have your clique nailed to the floor
Son up in memoir
Punctured like lumbar
Trick talk shit killer(kill her) fast like Santhar

fyi
-operation linebacker was when they dropped bombs on hanoi in the vietnam war
-santhar is a form of death by self starvation(a killer fast)

wow...ummm...hey, sheep said all that needed to be said about this...lol

and ur name's magoo? lmao