Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

the experiment, the theory, the project
never been proven till i came out the womb
now i feel strapped and buried inside a tomb
overdosed, now i feel the most from the confines and dark minds
that defined and evidently judged my spirit's fate
no heaven or hell. even purgatory will save face
by not wasting or considering consideration
cuz my sins cancel out any oppurtunity to station
this dead lost soul wondering if he's to wander
the earth forever..."NOPE!" says the founder of existence
"the trick isnt to be against becoming a misfit
instead do some wrong with ur right. show resistence
show me that ur a well balanced individual
a sinner, a leader, a believer, even a bleeder"
my gift at the end wasnt decided from my repent
i was granted eternal life. yet i was still a heaven-sent
what a journey out the dark knowing i couldve fell in
call my great great grandkids, i got a hell of a story to tell em

PEACE

It’s the renaissance one-half Benetton Armageddon
Dead them thoughts to be in the new millennium/
Read cha Bible, Koran, and Torah my flow never bora
Borrow, making it a horror of horrors/
How you gonna deal wit the tragedies
Strategically operating historically
Under measures of pressure/
Trying censure censor my free speech
I pitch fork the unique wit skills of a critique/
Match by wits I peek-a-boo you fools
Spying eyeing my rhyming wit a lion’s den/
Resemble I preamble the gambling of laws
Cut e’m caws hit e’m hard similar to the almighty father/

We take over borders, broads with heaters, bust bullets wit lust 4 ya..
Smoke a blunt reading the torah, the highest prophet tore ya..
Wig open, white carpets red from blood soaken..
Words of god spoken, cancerous battle-rap open..
Choking off the kush, my tongues never in the bush..
i got 69 dollars, wallets fatter than Trina's tush..
Bitches blow my sausage til' the juices gush..
Then i push em' off, son colder than Jack Frost..
Niggas hating hoes blow me, while they gotta jack off..
Call these emcee's muffin-men, cus' they raps soft..

Smoke ya spliff my spit be extreme
Too extreme to get without smoking indeed/
A bag weed couldn’t get cha fired up
Enough to compete wit this/
Type of extremist lyrical chemist
I take many to class n get e’m dismissed/
Breaking down bars pattern by pattern
Line for line take that for a hip hop quotable/
If it wasn’t already noticeable that cha got eroding skills
Like Pee ya already ova da hill without being a wee bit skeptical/
And if you got shit to pull this isn’t two thousand yo
Ya ass will get bashed, smashed, gassed and shitted upon/
My flow be coming like clouds before the thunder storm
So best put cha rain coat on and WRAP IT UP [WRAP IT UP]/

I trig the grammar warrior iron
Bongo ya mama wit the right piping/
Strike twice like lighting I’m sharp as
A medical scalpel military shrapnel/
Heinous rhyme angular hang glide into danger
Flow fire save the park dart off the arc of Noah’s/
Cold weathers ever never given the reverend
More than 50 percent before the rental fees are paid/
Taken stages broken pages making most of my wages
Outside wit more flavors than baskin robbins/

Mobbin' to push daggers through noggins..
Bust shots out the Dodge Tahoe, emcee's duckin', and dodgin'..
Caught in cross-fire victims on their knees crawlin'..
Kick they jaws in.. chins broke like egg yokes during brawlin'..
Star in the stall stallin'..knocked out..once i charged in..
Clap security guards guardin'...the garden..
Records flaw-less.. check my stats.. all wins..
Put holes in ya'll brims...snatch ya whips..jack ya rims..
I'm on some Rza shit..bout' to design my own timbs..
Chop emcee's limbs off..screaming timber before i begin..
Kill-a-army then i see Sin..ladies see my semen..
Records receive spins.. haters i deceive them..
Trim dimes get smashed from behind..moaning, and screamin..

Historical rhyme rhetorical
Can’t get wit the glory/
Untold stories gain press
Tested through the amazing ranges/
Shock heads wit aggression after
Addressing the bulk by messaging/
Self intoxicated iron rhyme raider
Fade maker blown brains like atoms/
Lyrical arch taken waves plaguing many
Odin as I’m roaming wit soldiers
From the western hemisphere/

Phoenix fire pedals, my shoes flamin' stompin' levels..
Only trust metal, heavy on the hit, i poison devils..
Bionic six power, gibberish raps collapse cats like twin towers..
Giving bitches golden showers for hours, tonsils devoured..
Kill coward, grammy like trophey's on the wall..
Raw lyrical spit-ball, eat you like a pits maul..
Break bricks wit my fists ya'll, all day the phones blown chics call..
I've grown tall, with more styles than cracks in a wall..
soon to give ya'll more hits than a boxing match, or a brawl..

life mad ill but not like da past rap and bullshit
made me open da clip blast back at anyone runnin they lip
trying to ride i aint neva slide nigga i'm a sayien dont touch my pride
see my rippa accended to da level a rebel
talkin all that shit even right now
but when see you it'll be all love right now

fuck dis dojo shit
should be made outta metallic
to much wood you should be tossin my salad
cuz you toss da pizza but you dont want da murda

i'm out

No doubt it's the skills of Shaolin
Inside your brain like burgulars prowling
Weak mc's throw in the towel, spill shit out their bowels
It only takes intimidation techniques to get rid of cowards
Moving towards the high priest they bleed like a beast
My sword rise like the sun(son) in the east
Blow shit up like yeast to say the least
Then it becomes doe which with I roll like snow
So what you know
The baker at peace with the creator or maker
Thoughts awaker mind breaker breath taker
There is no debator that's greater I shook the earth like the equator
Had crab mc's lying in beds on respirators
Quickly eliminate any or all traitors



:mexico:

ill will bad boy T blow constructive
I came to do my thing killa sting and make the adjustments
I'm a tell you who's the real shalion
Ripping and counting spitting and shouting
Dump in the hot sprees in paradise fountain
I'm coming quick when I rip your still be bounding
Flip the coin melting the loot in the jar
Peace to Wu-Tang Tupac Biggie Busta and Nas
Yo what the fuck you looking
I drop the bomb then you can put the hook in
ill with the will if you wanna booking
You in the invade gotta change you token
Come through in the venue shall I countinue
I ordered the crown so bring the menue
Put your blades in what you changing
Strangers in the house of danger my lyrics are flaming

access granted to gravel-pit battle mastery..
Master me, never i'm pharoah ya'll master p..
Get it started geograhically.. causin' atrocities, and causlties

Empty clips for cash, plus the stash is me..
Smashin' ya peeps, lookin' thru holes, fill em' wit holes..
Put em' beneath the ground wit the moles..
i took my mask off, the kingpin's face froze..
Sub-zero flows, mortal combat combos..
fatality stage, behold the master killin' blade..
Rappers laid when i raid, and raise hell-raisin' cain..
Street menace snatchin', chains..
show u the math when i blast and reveal the matter from ya brain..

Automatic rhyme cipher iron lighting
How you writing epics when ya shit is pathetic/
Can’t even get it kinetic I arm a ghetto
Running ready letting any emcee know/
Who I be on this here m-i-c
Deadly wit darts I cut n carve you like harps/
Tug on ya strings pluck e’m one by one
Showing why I am a shaolin shogun/
Hold cha weight its the technical lyrical
Biochemical opposite logical making it intestinal/
Now your digesting the mental food
I’ve been feeding you for years/
Drink ya beer and liquor and
Let the devil inhabit you/
These zombies don’t see
Past their own struggles/
Put a mussel on the whole progression
Test the lesson against time your racing/
Pathological lies get cha disguise
After your demise you’ll open ya eyes/

Quote:

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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

Automatic rhyme cipher iron lighting
How you writing epics when ya shit is pathetic/
Can’t even get it kinetic I arm a ghetto
Running ready letting any emcee know/
Who I be on this here m-i-c
Deadly wit darts I cut n carve you like harps/
Tug on ya strings pluck e’m one by one
Showing why I am a shaolin shogun/
Hold cha weight its the technical lyrical
Biochemical opposite logical making it intestinal/
Now your digesting the mental food
I’ve been feeding you for years/
Drink ya beer and liquor and
Let the devil inhabit you/
These zombies don’t see
Past their own struggles/
Put a mussel on the whole progression
Test the lesson against time your racing/
Pathological lies get cha disguise
After your demise you’ll open ya eyes/

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War-cries from abducted p.o.w.'s, give em' scars my blade's live..
Cats lives get reduced to 7, killed em' twice on the 8th night..
Irate life livin', money spendin', prodigy prodigal sun sinnin'..
Natural rhythm charm women, fertilize seeds in em'..
last days dazed in a cage, hold it down, hoodlum rage..
B-boy like sage Francis, coppin' ranches in france kid..
Dance spin, slide in the venue, verbals firing..
Count to ten, Tennessee country blend...

Get cha verbalization up
Lyrically you spit gibberish/
Can’t even get wit the program
Up date cha manifest/
Thinking addressing situations
Was pleasantly underestimated/
This isn’t an SOS or distress call
This is progress needed to be digested yall/
Intersecting rhyme directing opening
Session correcting all errors/
Mechanically you can’t adjust I
Cuz I’m one of the most original/
Evenly critical mostly cynical
Overtly opposite to everything positive/
Niggaz don’t get the metaphors
I recite on a daily basis/
Making NEO looking like an atheist
By the way I display it looks racist/
But that ain’t the basics
That just ya observation/
While people are dying your worried about things
That isn’t applicable to the situation/
So continue creating jewels and drop them gems
On those so-called fools well get cha forecasted/
My raps be predicted like a weatherman
Experimenting wit time travel like Doc Brown/
Your are a clown wit no frown game drew the town
Hopefully star bound before you manifest destiny/