More Than Just Another Dart

[THE MASON]

Tyrants, design to commit vicious acts of violence, we crept in shhhhhhhh
silence, like ninjas deep in the shade/
cover your eyelids, masked and gagged, dont move think of your kids
your jus reaping the cost of your sin/
wishin that you played your cards right, or that you had better eyesight,
hindsight, slight of hand, snatchs your sword in your hand/
in the back stands my man, he rolls in the section nine clan,
he bring chaos, lured into a seance/
deaded with myticism, splittin rythmes, with catalystic fission
fusing minds with rhymes, burial of landmines, in the axis of time/
step lightly, ever so slighty, fuckin with a mighty, deity from beyond history
books have no records, no mention, i gave humans the pen to write with/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Open your eyes I’ve been bushed
And euthanized throughout my time/
Check the way I drop my lines operating
Never collecting coins for proper phone time/
Dial out long distance crippling you with a simple whiplash
Because you were trying get cash like clay and play all day/
Rappers be dishrags I wipe my dirt on
Spit darts sounding quite harsh when you coming from the ’95 era of things/
Bring your brain up front, shine that sucker up nice
And twist my mike sideways, slamming your candy ass on the canvas/
Never looking lavish eat rappers like eggplant and cabbage
You ain’t dropping nothing nutritious it’s all fictitious/
Slightly depicted pictures with cracked lenses
Half centered photos be going no where/
Can’t even make it at local art galleries
Trying count flows like you count calories/
I’m the hip hop glucose boost
Too all you weaklings on the loose/
Don’t confuse a listen with half hearted rap
That doesn’t even christened like boats and arcs/
My darts be ice water glistening from purity rather than the notoriety
Expiring fires dragons couldn’t hire me to squelch and put out/

[THE MASON]

Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

You ain’t dropping nothing nutritious it’s all fictitious/
Slightly depicted pictures with cracked lenses
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Thats some shit right there son, ill verse

[THE MASON]

Signified, dignified, i digitize, travel threw wires, short fuse your brain
reveal your every desire/
trumpets sounds the return of a king, peasents kneel and kiss my ring
golden seal across my armour/
born to the lineage of Alastor, in my hand, i hold exaclibur
any caliber gettin hammered like gallager/
bustin melons, my mind works like run down felons, bars cant lock me in
speech breaks like whirlwind, leaves scars, skid marks/
from squeelin tires, burnt across the face, spike ball and chain or a mace
you cant take the combat, crumble under pressure, whys that?/
did you check your vector, im eatin emcees up like Dr. Lector,
dont give me that lecture, about you the greatest or who flips flows/
im down low, deeper then any of your thoughts, fuck the devil
im on a much lower level/
evil genius, villianous, spit venomous vision, dont care about your religion,
i glisten in the sun, from the ashes rose a phoenix/
plug me in and connect, to the keyboard direct, when i begin to type, i ignite
the keyboard sets fire/
came here with to enlighten you to a different perpective, one that shows you bliss,
instead i clench fists, to fuck up your ignorance

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Blacken eyes closed their minds rip out their spines
Call Me “Raiden” when I’m striking down upon thee…
With great vengeance and furious anger/
No mere lyrical skills can match
Slash, gash, blast, bleed, feed, need/
Driven game my name will live in infamy
Spit wickedly sickly quickly off my feet/
Tread water lightly when I’m writing brightly
Einstien couldn’t write a formula for my lyrical equations/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

One not ought to think when consuming stupid music
Instead of smart, intelligent, sensual music/
They rather GET CRUNK and SUPERMAN THAT HOE
Instead of trying to uplift this culture yo and keep it on track/
They rather talk about crap that doesn’t matter
I rather flip lyrics instruction legions with rhymes for reasons/
Bringing multiple lesions derive flows from oxygen I inhale
Expose you wives that ain’t come out the closet when still under the veil/
My spits will melt the skins from your bones
And the muscle from your flesh/
Address me as the nastiest lyricist even conceived since Howard Hughes dreams
Now you believe I can live amongst the mind of the decrypted/
I etch sketch into mental illusion confusion losers
With no syntax code on their brain or in their computers/
Redefine how rhymes can break down similar to enzymes
My lines be anecdotes to flows I drop like boxers throw jabs yo/
Now you wanna try n flow like you was someone special yo
Mythos from cryptos my spit throws acid to homo-thugs wit no love/
Un-gloved the news from computers that get rebooted ever 15 minutes
Their OS has no encoded GS now I spit flows that are never connected to GPS/

[THE MASON]

Satelittes can locate your every position, thats why im constantly switchin,
styles, profiles, so they cant catch what they desire/
microchips and supercomputers examine, leavin countries in famine
while they stand and prosper/
chopper and agents surround, circle around, where i rest,
i didnt even purchase a gun or a vest/
jus magnetized, so i finalize and intialize as lightning strike the sky,
attracting every metal object in sight, now weaponless, they thought they had might/
senseless left em comatose, like an overdose, stay movin coast to coast
bombin borders, its a fireworks show, explosive, elusive/
stay hidin, then attack the system, shits fucked, the fams hand plucked,
stay movin never get stuck or run down in the muck/
quicksand under my feet i still stand, sword tight grasp in hand
samurai till the last day, or my rivals to rest they lay

[J.T.S.]

Brains blown somewhere over the rainbow angle
angelic angel blinding shine from the haylo
body bag A Tony Yayo, smash em like playdough
Comic strip paper rip a Curtis i still kill and mangle
Them dudes mangos, too fruity to tangle
With a specialist he's a smoking gun documented snitch with court documents
a shook one rocking bulletproof fitted's, boo-boo's a bitch
Gza crushed him know he wants to flee the game quick
His last album went wood not one song was a hit
so what he can box, his hands can't break bricks

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Mental apparatus fast grazer
Line marker amazing charts titled rivals/
Spoken words chastise the inner lies
Politicians tell the wise when they’re just dropping dimes/
Downgrade found pages ripped books they never read
Dead poets chose the loneliest moments to show atonement/
Slighted darts shaven sparks nuclear winters
Cold swords grow splints when I enter/
Bald eagles folded regal mined all Siegel
Shielded scars drop back plays from Mars/
come out cha bar stools drooling on the floor
cuz that all plastic chick rules when the TV is just another brainwashed tool/

[THE MASON]

brainwashed the youth, making them young troops, pick up guns and shoot
oops, jus hit grandpa/
didnt think it was loaded, playin with the sawn off, tryin to emulate fake
gangstas going off/
let me present it, i am majestic. ancient and imperial, if you have a bad day,
i still piss in your cereal/
surreal, unreal like tournement, i exterminate vermin in, you wanna win
kid protect ya chin/
i aint killin with sin, no mercy it wont hurt me, to put my fist through you
certainly. im popeye, i pop eyes/
out they sockets, fists travel faster then rockets, snatch your locket
sometimes, i can get off topic/
im tropic, heated at the equator, invadin your island not picked up on radar
my war scar, cover half my face/
striken by meterites from outerspace

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Out box Joseph, David and Michael
I got Judas on the phone he want his golden handle sword back/
Rocking pyrotechnic explosives when Sheep come through I’m corrosive
I blow like the wind end cha reign taken your dame and you just lost the game/
Grave granted tainted when I’m on the planet
Got a Danish, Swedish and Puerto Rican chick on the dick how you want it prick/
I’m slick as “New Nile” grease off the hook
Captain ships that never needed books/
I’m a “Peter Pan” you and your fame and
Strand them on island while dubbing them “Lost Boys”/
I got that “Robin Williams” conundrum
Plagued by the dynamics of “David Ruffin”/
Whenever I got the temptation I’m complacent
Blame it on the fire fight write cha MIC
Sike them out like CC Sabathia throwing heaters/
Read cha mind temptation creating flows that flagrant
Taken off the labels now I’m reveling in my own cables/
Pulling levers I regress when I croaked like Trevor
Dead proposal hold cha ghost in a shell dwell in a shell of my former self/
Relegate cha math to dash cash in the chips when cups get tipped
My pen be flames when I spit gasoline to my lips fuel to my fire/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I got darts rushing the pad in similar patterns
To a linebacker attacking the quarterback/
Never random hand me down more denim than Dr. Quinn
Put a spin on the 80’s just so we can win in advance/
I’ll break you up, crack you up
Like Pangaea a-k-a the super continent/
So if you get bent enough you’ll see me busting
More ass than McGruff take’s a bite out of crime/
Document every angle wit cameras that PAN & ZOOM
When I go digital I chromosome every article into DNA/
Over Flow River leaving rappers frost bitten
Twice shivering until they organs are frozen/
Why do I gotta NBA JAM why can’t I be like classic ballers?
When I “DR. J” emcee or break you up like “Team Obliterator”/
You can’t even fit cha fat ass on the respirator
I phone home like ET was a drone after the flow
Got itself sucked bone dry drained from his chrome/
I got multiple flows, multiple styles, and multiple aliases
That give it an essence more far from the present/
Resistance is futile my raps be pugilist
Spitting views from the pews few can see/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Break you down like T cells I excel
Never dwell in one place for too long/
Throw out thoughts they don’t get caught by the catcher
So I begin to pitch much better throwing down gauntlets to any thread starter/
Flow NARC drop zone squadron omen open domain name clone-er
Be the ways I be loaning out loot leaving it so easily recouped/
Doom you wit skill I build off the “Aura”
My skills never be a “borealis”/
Cut through beats like surgical knives
Throwing darts at pin-point range/
Rain down tropics coming wit optics
Hurricane “Floyd” when I “Ike” you syndromes
I run on tangent programs that run numbers in reciprocal fashion/
Classical ration bash you lames wit academic means
You scream in terror I hunt cha down in horror/
“Pitch Black” any emcee when I’m in a rage like a “Furian”
I’m burying the competition wit more flows than binary code/
Reload my prose wit a digital dosage too much can’t be prescribed
I hybrid lives cancerous flows cut ties wit the females I bailed on/
If you got skills I read back my raps in sign language and brail
And you still couldn’t catch up to the way process facts wit musical notes attached/
Indicative when I write varied quotes open notes wit ion polarization flows
Atom smash rappers down to nothing but the basis for anti-matter/
Leave you scatter when I harness the power of a “Particle Fountain”
Reroute cha brain chemistry wit lines coupled together like a church ministry/
Emceeing to me is poetry expression vexed wit multiple lessons
Teaching lectures on flows is like colleges sporting events
You can’t contain the excitement even when I write it/
I try to make it bolt like lighting and thunder
When my fingers hit the keypad I electrify the scene/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Don’t shit cha face when flames come at cha
After I spit a whole bottle of gasoline burning you to the 3rd degree/
So when you try n repair your image
It’ll be a puzzle you can’t piece together so simply/
You’ll be disfigured beyond belief
Lyrically you don’t got skills to compete/
I read cha mind like a NFL Playbook
Your defense ain’t even online when u begin to grind/
Eat cha quickly up like swine on a dinner plate
Making my day when you can’t spit a spray/
I’m liquid metal like T2 spit a flow fluid enough
Too leave you stuck like glue who knew/
I could cue my darts wit Technicolor effects checkmark sets
React to flows sounded like threats I’m on DEFCON 3/
Check me when I defecate on the beat leaving most freaked
I’m unique dancer romancing pussy while the beat gets tracked/
Uniquely prescribe devise lies often spies who knew cats were so fly
I “Dave Chappelle” you guys and leave to never be seen every again on the silver screen/
Alchemy bounce my mind off the balcony suspend diamond crusted embalm
Woes be chose blown darts be paper planes flown over head/
Deaded swagger-less rapid fire twinkle stars I ravage bars shatter shards
Magic darts be twitter when I am just cha above average spitter/
Don’t think of me as lightly I write beyond belief sometimes I amaze me
God gave me a gift so I just split rifts and raft to old shores/