For Whom The Bell Toll 4......(reponse To Bronze's How I See Things)

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

*was inspired by Bronze's joint "How I See Things" had to drop something

This is my 1st days and last error I’ll ever make
Saw the depths seen the step now I pledge/
Without work left I rest in the sanctum of the unranked
Now cats making me think after I penned on the slab/
Edge the ledge seeking affirmation
By words I pre-dating taking out words
Checking the reader, writer hold up highlighters/
Fire fight driven back seen the lefts driven right
Hold the microphone tight got to express myself wit it/
Gifted griffin up lift games played blueprints unfolded
Became colder than any solider I saw on the plank/
Danked up rank wit styles I spank cats wit
Somebody was mad as hell popped out the bushes/
Took me out wit them kushes now I’m just air y’all
Ball to you fall, draw the pen, the sword got cha beat by a mile/
Never been on a table beside the operating one
Saw the knife slice into me, now that’s eerie/

For whom the bell tolls
Those who roll
Those who flow
Those who dope
Those who smoke
Those who toke
Those who don’t
Those who can’t
For whom the bell tolls
Check the roll call

Never brought a tux until I saw bad luck
Buck the bed, check the edge of my ledger/
Read back thought I saw as a INSANE
Typical name placate rhyme on time without a beat/
Cheat on test, karma’s a bitch she snitched while I pitched
Out the batters box open out the target and watch me lock onto it/
Soaked in the wet, webbed up in head, comb the due, view those that skewed
Didn’t cha pen a new; the blues got me lying over the shoulder of my girl
Coming back down, I see fear in me, watching collapse/
Out of body shopped down to charter, hope to became a martyr
The war in my mind was harder than the depths of my soul/
I found my past decisions given no wisdom until I skidded
Now they got me under the eye like Jor-El & other put on trial/
Now back for the revival could be raised from the table
Wit simple electrical paddles alone, once I awoke minutes/
I asked the doctor how long I was out for….he said minutes
I said it felt like days, months, years way past seconds/


For whom the bell tolls
Those who roll
Those who flow
Those who dope
Those who smoke
Those who toke
Those who don’t
Those who can’t
For whom the bell tolls
Check the roll call

[THE MASON]

Soaked in the wet, webbed up in head, comb the due, view those that skewed
Didn’t cha pen a new; the blues got me lying over the shoulder of my girl
Coming back down, I see fear in me, watching collapse/
Out of body shopped down to charter, hope to became a martyr
The war in my mind was harder than the depths of my soul/


^that was vivid as fuck

dope drop Sheep, had to read this like 5 times to catch everything, may still have missed some

Yo get at me if you ever got some ideas