"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[J.T.S.]

I can't be stagnated, an irregular individual who's inners innovating
My motives motivating me to snatch niggas c.r.e.a.m. while i'm cremating
And creating creations these cretins protest, canidates debates amazing
Maze king, crown filled wit bling, lightning strikes as i enter the ring
Stunning how i sting emcee's who bring the ice-talk i melt like ice cream
Break a rappers back so they can't lean, i shine like infa-red beans
Ban ya banners, break ya hands, and feet with sledgehammers
Have em looking dumber than Killa Cam in front of camera's
Slamming men in slammers, i oppose the properganda
You deader than Anna Nicole, police can't track me on scanners
Grammar gamma rays clear my path, bloodbath wrath as i spray
You lone gone, and forgotten like Lil' Mo, and Nicole Wray

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Boom bap troop it up skip school rap
Attract flows along wit skimpy hoes/
See through lingerie tits and ass-sets
My speech impediment rhymes I register it/
Flipping these words like crossword puzzles
Unleashing the muzzle on these poor pathetic muggles/
Now you huff and puff thinking you tough
When we tussle cuz u got muscles/
I’m a take a bite outta rhyme when I spit like Mcgruff
From Queens, to Brooklyn to Harlem back to Upstate New York/
Now we buck at the rate fade e’m low like bass lines yo
Bang e’m out wit the bass high and treble low/
You know how we go we glow, we grow wit the flow
Showing we got it and still continue to shine and glow/
All to blow show n prove make mince meat outta you louse’s
You ain’t goofy you’re an intelligent black man wit a plan/
We gotta stand band together, we all in together now/
CHAPOW! Fuck ya low brow how you nice now
Deadly wit the eye gauge lyrically I’m the high brow/
I spit it ludicrous, ridiculous how you want it kid
Thinking you’re nice when you out in the cold/
U frozen like Popsicle you more fickle than these
Plastic whores who are superficial and artificial/
Wit more carbon copy bimbos on TV than there are Game Shows
Hosted by Chuck Woolery and Pamela Anderson Lee/
You can’t match wits wit a kamikaze suicidal emcee
Wit more eyes on me than an CBS Television affiliate/
Trying to “Red & Mef” me is a ludicrous idea like Chingy
Returning to DTP when you see me I’ll be making the band like MTV/

[J.T.S.]

Nice ness!

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Boom bap troop it up skip school rap
Attract flows along wit skimpy hoes/
See through lingerie tits and ass-sets
My speech impediment rhymes I register it/
Flipping these words like crossword puzzles
Unleashing the muzzle on these poor pathetic muggles/
Now you huff and puff thinking you tough
When we tussle cuz u got muscles/
I’m a take a bite outta rhyme when I spit like Mcgruff
From Queens, to Brooklyn to Harlem back to Upstate New York/
Now we buck at the rate fade e’m low like bass lines yo
Bang e’m out wit the bass high and treble low/
You know how we go we glow, we grow wit the flow
Showing we got it and still continue to shine and glow/
All to blow show n prove make mince meat outta you louse’s
You ain’t goofy you’re an intelligent black man wit a plan/
We gotta stand band together, we all in together now/
CHAPOW! Fuck ya low brow how you nice now
Deadly wit the eye gauge lyrically I’m the high brow/
I spit it ludicrous, ridiculous how you want it kid
Thinking you’re nice when you out in the cold/
U frozen like Popsicle you more fickle than these
Plastic whores who are superficial and artificial/
Wit more carbon copy bimbos on TV than there are Game Shows
Hosted by Chuck Woolery and Pamela Anderson Lee/
You can’t match wits wit a kamikaze suicidal emcee
Wit more eyes on me than an CBS Television affiliate/
Trying to “Red & Mef” me is a ludicrous idea like Chingy
Returning to DTP when you see me I’ll be making the band like MTV/

Incomplete recordings leaked to expand profits for record companies/
I drop it heavy, while spitting melodies moving at light speed/
Throw on the right beat, so the words i speak, peak precise/
Me and Sheepish conveying illuminating beams of light/
The sight of my presence makes emcee's bring presents/
I attend to queen regimes, forgeting the cats in attendance/
Break then mend mics back together for the defendents/
My militia remnants, rampage stages, damages endless/
Went dust settles, we meddle in biz/
Cutthroat tactics slashing the thorats of ya kidz/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

Incomplete recordings leaked to expand profits for record companies/
I drop it heavy, while spitting melodies moving at light speed/
Throw on the right beat, so the words i speak, peak precise/
Me and Sheepish conveying illuminating beams of light/
The sight of my presence makes emcee's bring presents/
I attend to queen regimes, forgeting the cats in attendance/
Break then mend mics back together for the defendents/
My militia remnants, rampage stages, damages endless/
Went dust settles, we meddle in biz/
Cutthroat tactics slashing the thorats of ya kidz/

Seen these short fused compatriots after paper
Now when they get cuts on there finger tips/
I grip the pen and pad invade cha inner space
Don’t call me Martin Short I hold court like “King of the Ring”/
Don’t speak ya mind ya live sounds aren’t even fully produced
Your BPM rates and ya tempo are incomplete like ya mental state/
Growth anatomy rapid conversion cells divide as we do on the mic
You trying conquer the game when the game is conquering you/
You’re invalid knowledge is quick rejection like bitch just had
An insurrection connected interjected wit words are a weapon/
Stress ya ethics subroutines don’t even compute wit you drones
Bag them like bones, don’t get phased but some of us are composed/
I cross fuse ya dome make you look more disgusting than Borg drones
Don’t get cloned, your genetics aren’t even FDA approved/
Now emcees trying to out rewrite me n JTS like DVD-RW are unlikely
Don’t get cha blade broken when taking on a couple of veterans/
I know it’s hard to stomach when you got inter-gestation
Just take some TUMS my rhymes will melt cha like antacid/
You can’t grasp it cuz you shit is too fat and not flaccid
I’m intelligent lyrically you’re still irrelevant and incompetent/

[Dr Sleepwalker]

AYYYo..

Doctor Sleepwalker,.. the Ganja,.. the Rasta sheep farmer../
I lost my peace,.. whats to eat? ..speed to the meat harbour/
confused and conclusive,.. my fuse is abusive../
Don't touch it, ..you'll crush it, I don't want to do this/
The trust is clue-less, ..wounds have a lust for the Q-tips/
Peroxide burnin'... that healthy pain.. /
Inside's turnin'... but outside there's deadly rain/
A friendly game?? ... why is there angry faces with steady aim?/
A hungry focus with heavy shame...../
I've been dead since the Chevy came../

pea2e

[Prophet Picasso]

It’s the return of Malachi, the Prophet prophesied of homicide/
the reincarnate Selassie I, I conquered skies and been ostracized/
now it’s time for me to fight, time for me write and lite the reefa pipe/
somebody’s cryin to sleep tonight, somebody’s dyin to eat tonight/
I’m tryin to keep my eyes to the moonlight but it’s too bright/
I can’t let the booze make me lose sight of the right Hebrew life/
I see through night like a bat’s sonar, survey Mars on my radar/
I’ve seen quarks and quasars, my rebirth name is the Daystar...

[Sleep Sinatra]

mic messiah who lite-tha-fire 2 tha righteous-liar//
ignite-subscribers-wit-the-light-of-riders,fight subsiders//
climber of the endless hill killin in the likes of myers//
chillin-wit-a-knife-da-virus sent 2 merk the industry//
touch u in the mind wit third eye or hurt u physically//

yo prophet if u ever wanna collab on sum shit GET AT ME YO

bloody jewels all day
1

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Seen these short fused compatriots after paper
Now when they get cuts on there finger tips/
I grip the pen and pad invade cha inner space
Don’t call me Martin Short I hold court like “King of the Ring”/
Don’t speak ya mind ya live sounds aren’t even fully produced
Your BPM rates and ya tempo are incomplete like ya mental state/
Growth anatomy rapid conversion cells divide as we do on the mic
You trying conquer the game when the game is conquering you/
You’re invalid knowledge is quick rejection like bitch just had
An insurrection connected interjected wit words are a weapon/
Stress ya ethics subroutines don’t even compute wit you drones
Bag them like bones, don’t get phased but some of us are composed/
I cross fuse ya dome make you look more disgusting than Borg drones
Don’t get cloned, your genetics aren’t even FDA approved/
Now emcees trying to out rewrite me n JTS like DVD-RW are unlikely
Don’t get cha blade broken when taking on a couple of veterans/
I know it’s hard to stomach when you got inter-gestation
Just take some TUMS my rhymes will melt cha like antacid/
You can’t grasp it cuz you shit is too fat and not flaccid
I’m intelligent lyrically you’re still irrelevant and incompetent/

Gotta hustle just to pay the rent, soon 2 move in a tent
Street tenant, the government corrupted our parliament
Spent days in a daze recovering from a stray graze
Bloody clothes are a reminder of the gun craze
Mystical ways, keep the cut short with waves
Ocean flow,specific views to get the dough
Souls trapped in the struggle, weapons guns, and blades
Coming of age masters, hip-hop broadcasters
Every day is another page in the chapter of the book of life
Best friend took my wife, know they sucking the glass pipe

[J.T.S.]

everybody's shining and slaughtering in here!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

everybody's shining and slaughtering in here!

hell ya this is dope, session man

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Allot emcees nowadays talking about money, bitches and yae
Thinking aye okay wit no funds to display on tenement payday/
Drip dry Kay Slay the mix tape scene wit dishwashers’ extreme
Wash ya on the illest spin cycle so that flow stay clean/
Ya worthless penniless dreams think schemes and scams
Damage a man just by a measly milligram/
Thinking you gonna gather a men to damage my plans
It’s a hard enough time building army against “Barney”/
You can’t harm me wit flows that can’t even prove or show
I blow through verses like hurricane seasons/
Give me a reason to come breezing
You ain’t spitting enough this season/
Join the amateur’s league if you’re so intrigued
You ain’t dirty, grimy ya nice and shiny/
Ya flow, ya lyrics and ya skills is “Tiny”
You ain’t no “D-bo” you ain’t rolling rock playing C-lo/
I got that glow Hell Razah was speaking about yo
I’m a leader wit my troop index on speed dial/
You ain’t even made it past the aquatint stage
To even be considered my rival/

[Sleep Sinatra]

ayo



poisonous collaborations b the prequel for mic decapitation//
facts adjacent wit the minds intertwined wit the emancipation//
of slaves 2 the game blade 2 ya frame relax wit satan//
smite tha frauds live above the law but act wit patience//
cats is fakin "waistin lives" like sperms cells released from masterbation//
tru meanin of "MC" move-crowds wit styles that's captivating//


just a lil building for yall

[J.T.S.]

I taught karate to kids so they'd be too buzy to catch bids
Keep my tactics secret like the illuminati payoff to clap B.I.G.
Scalp a cops wig "pass the bone" to Sid, were declaring justice on pigs
"Life's a bitch" like Puff, word to Nas i puff lye
Punch-lines, and punch eyes, smoking chronic doing "lyrical drive-by's"
My thread full of live guys, lyrics fly out the computer monitor
J.t.s. soon to be large like the shoe size of Monica
Emcee's get played like harmonica's, and slutty wives
Bring the Ruck like Sean word iz bond you'll pay the price

[Bigot Hitman]

My thoughts run allday, similar to box fans
Held back bya money dam
Peep the art too deep and dark
For me to act funny and, i gotta let'em loose so
I'll take a hour outa my week to the let the troops roll
Crews bold and fake bow down like sun flowers
On the hottest days, and its not from gun powder
When i cross local streets, cars stop, i'm runn'in this
I make my presence felt, all hearts drop and stomachs twist
I'm respected, alpha male wit the old mountain tale
Too wild to try and test bitch, my allabyes a death wish
I see the fakes ahead of time like ed reed and i weed'em out
Crack they shells wita pound like eggs see then i beat'em down
You don't wanna get caught outa line like slide'in doors
The aoutopsy doc'll be wonder'in why'd he fight'em for
Leave niggas laid out like european slave traders
If u run now, you bound to get gun downed an slayed later
Cuz i'm like Sam Gravano, this killin' shit is automatic
But not the king rat, be strapped wit three macs
And u might just leave at, a common shook state of mind
But all u did is delay sum blood shed, and awake a mime
Who follows you around like a little brother plus
Now when ya get to ya crib you'll find ya mother bucked