yo JTS you killin e'm son
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yo JTS you killin e'm son
when i flow...im like napalm on the mic//
remain calm-when-i-write "Ray charles'' 2 da nite//
....light complexion but my mental is dark//
cyborg type soldier peep the sentinel art//
exuisite niggas wen conversin intellectual's spark//
"pokin holes" in ya niggas like a medical mark!///
brap...
yea yea i mentioned the mic napalm thang twice so wut lol....dope thread lets keep it goin
i'll send savages packin with what i'm packin in my jacket
that will stop your wack rappin and will leave your mind absent.
stop yappin you jaw b4 i start clappin
cause a few rds of "applause" will put a puase on yo lipp flappin
b4 you know what happened you'll b rubbin your head askin for asprin
untill u you get a grasp of my unabashed passion
a viscious tongue lashing like thunder crashing from 2 titans crashing
ususally i'm rappin to keep yall asses laughin
but when i comes to battlin i can quickly flip and get to snappin
like the claws of the crabs livin on the hairs of ya girls labia.
repeadly stabbin ya wreakin havoc on the vocabular
bringin the pain like nurse ratchet snatchin out yo bladders catheter
Tech’s gonna give you a story
About how we hit al the rights notes and showed up for glory/
Employ more lines than any a hundred bars
Measured in a five minute time lapses/
Spit wit all letters capped ripped off the wrapper
Put it in the CD player, cassette deck or iPod/
Now you know why I rap so fucking hard
Without cashing my check card I borrowed from yours/
Whore it out or pour it golden showers get cowards nervous
My flow flourished under determents that’s disturbing/
Now am I making potential competition nervous?
But shaking up the formula and not rapping in riddles/
Do I need to dabble and act all snarling like gnarls?
I ball wit skills that make the armature’s look soft/
Cross you over like Teshaun Prince I ink the pad
Wit thoughts so sad the mic was glad to pass on it/
After I spit vomit killed off Hailey’s comet
I wrapped up my laps around the sun to Saturn/
Now that’s battling for your life wit more strife
Than anything considered trifling now we’re scoping and riffling/
Do I have to Eiffel tower these bitches and take pictures wit e’m
Now that’s giving them a load of cum-de-lade how do you want it?
Soft or proper wit more lyrics than any street opera/
Peace tek and everyone bombing in here!
Body twitching as the bullets target my frame..
white Wu shirt bloodstained..Going in shock from the pain..
Soon to blackout and exit life's plains..
Seeing light amongst the darkness..
Memories i reflect on unconcious..
i didn't want this to happen..
First we were scrapping..then the kid started clapping..
That's what i get for acting up..
Blood i'm throwing up..
Back in the spot-rusher, mass appeal fan, and mc crusher..
Fun-crusher plus, my company flow fatal like a caliber shot brain buster..
Gut ya like Cappa's line on Winter Warz, haterz dead em like dinosaurs..
we can compare wifeys, labs, and anything else to settle the score..
calm cat for sure, don't get twisted, i'm a hammer holder like Thor..
When i'm done bonning out, better believe the power-u's sore..
Or ripped out of place, invade my space, heat ignites outta waist..
It matches my pant size 38, to squash beef i won't hesitate..
One of us won't need a wake, some die over mis-takes..
Brothers and sisters come in different colors, ya own making u prey..
Defend myself like a mantis, if i'm in the can, or on the canvas..
Feds shook of this rap shit, big brother understands us..
That's why he kill us off, i'm from a tribe that's lost..
A maurader moving only at mid-night, giving the feds a holocaust..
and every traitors dying, bodies pressured from the iron..
Got rivals on the run like Forest, no saving you like Private Ryan..
YOU KILLIN' E'M JTS MAN BUT HERES MY CONTINUATION TO YA VERSEQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
CHECK IT.............
I came from the spot that rushed
Hold cha face up to the mirror like JA rule
Fuck these fake emcees that all talk about “I Got Money”/
When they’re bright as the sunny side up
When these niggaz get cold in this cold world they blush/
Hold they flow in and think they’re number #1 like Nelly versus KRS One/
When they sinking thinking they still got sexy ladies
All in debt we can flow on the block or in the studio or the sweat shop/
I chop beats wit my flows that don’t even need to be repeated
I defeat cha then delete cha how about cha read cha rhymes
And I’ll let you decide which gamble you wanna take/
I’m like The Borg I don’t break I assimilate knowledge like college
Enforce my wreckages text messaging my verses to be typed n written/
How much weed cha hitting if you ain’t even already chipped in
I’m spitting a billion words a minute wit more to come sooner than later/
I crush these flows and make these haters go extinct like the dinosaurs
So if you don’t wanna be raw or taken seriously then you can get the Jones/
My flows rattle ya bones down to the electrical currency
You body is producing to encourage ya very movements/
Once I’m inside cha inner space like Martin Short
You better abort cha plan or you’ll be lying on the ground/
Grounded and found dead wit cha ice left broken
And shattered showing that hip hop never mattered to a Stan like you/
As people like me are Mass Appeal, Step in the Arena type of emcees
So ask yourself if you still want wit us right where you stand/
I came from the spot that rushed
Hold cha face up to the mirror like JA rule
Fuck these fake emcees that all talk about “I Got Money”/
When they’re bright as the sunny side up
When these niggaz get cold in this cold world they blush/
Hold they flow in and think they’re number #1 like Nelly versus KRS One/
When they sinking thinking they still got sexy ladies
All in debt we can flow on the block or in the studio or the sweat shop/
I chop beats wit my flows that don’t even need to be repeated
I defeat cha then delete cha how about cha read cha rhymes
And I’ll let you decide which gamble you wanna take/
I’m like The Borg I don’t break I assimilate knowledge like college
Enforce my wreckages text messaging my verses to be typed n written/
How much weed cha hitting if you ain’t even already chipped in
I’m spitting a billion words a minute wit more to come sooner than later/
I crush these flows and make these haters go extinct like the dinosaurs
So if you don’t wanna be raw or taken seriously then you can get the Jones/
My flows rattle ya bones down to the electrical currency
You body is producing to encourage ya very movements/
Once I’m inside cha inner space like Martin Short
You better abort cha plan or you’ll be lying on the ground/
Grounded and found dead wit cha ice left broken
And shattered showing that hip hop never mattered to a Stan like you/
As people like me are Mass Appeal, Step in the Arena type of emcees
So ask yourself if you still want wit us right where you stand/[/quote]
That was nice yo!
Expand my tactic, panda bear fur on the coat, my quotes rachets/
Spread wings flap spits, opposition hit wit skin eating acid drips/
Grey goose sips, compliments the good life pimp, kids copy the limp/
Walk the righteous road, the negative energy's towed by my console/
Makaveli flow, that Ghost ripped from the cross shit, anti-Hov/
Humping hoes posing as Queens in Erykah Badu clothes/
Ol' mack shooting cee-low, got Goddies for the mob wit genuiwine folds/
Chole-hold like the pigs on Radio Raheem, came up a fight the power teen/
Collage king, emcee's bring the blind darts, and get harped on da scene/
I'm seldom seen slippin', even when walking on ice, blaze wit Christ/
Last night did a bizzare heist, didn't wanna do it/
but my pockets held the price, fast life got me writing my will/
Lifting anvils, ice snatching rapper, that's why my hands chill/
best thread on this site yet. much respect kid!
Short n to tha point that a be kickin, just like when a waz lickin ya sisters button/
She was screamin and cummin like tha ocean waves crashin on tha rocks under ma cock
which she waz rubbin while she be gaspin for air, cuz a be givin her some rare pussy care
which aint fair cuz she be nice with her legs in tha fuckin air but like a said yo its rare for this girl cuz she aint neva had it like this before, like a night mare but the pare o tittys be jumpin like jack frost, keepin tha funk on her pussy wi ma mutha fuckin cock
she loves it yo, she wants it yo, she got it yo. Ahh fuck it she a hoe.
Just thought a would join in to this thread. yo thanks to tha kid who started this thread.
it waz clever and very well much respect!
peace
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That was nice yo!
Expand my tactic, panda bear fur on the coat, my quotes rachets/
Spread wings flap spits, opposition hit wit skin eating acid drips/
Grey goose sips, compliments the good life pimp, kids copy the limp/
Walk the righteous road, the negative energy's towed by my console/
Makaveli flow, that Ghost ripped from the cross shit, anti-Hov/
Humping hoes posing as Queens in Erykah Badu clothes/
Ol' mack shooting cee-low, got Goddies for the mob wit genuiwine folds/
Chole-hold like the pigs on Radio Raheem, came up a fight the power teen/
Collage king, emcee's bring the blind darts, and get harped on da scene/
I'm seldom seen slippin', even when walking on ice, blaze wit Christ/
Last night did a bizzare heist, didn't wanna do it/
but my pockets held the price, fast life got me writing my will/
Lifting anvils, ice snatching rapper, that's why my hands chill/
You don’t got no swagger
To badger a real lyricist to even be considered the best damn period/
I don’t rest easy I spit it greasy holler back if you hear me
Standing still like the statue of liberty so you picture me rolling/
But I ain’t gangster, I ain’t even what you would call a wanksta
I’m lyrical hologram bringing more knowledge than a massacre/
Drastically you’re past tense like the end of each sentence
So when I etch the flow in stone you’ll sketch the mold/
Don’t become real unprofessional
Just because you ain’t gonna hit the threshold/
God cracked the mold when he made me
I’ve been dedicated to hip hop since my own inception/
Conception intercepting passes from the likes of Payton Manning
Now I’m standing tall breaking tackles
Wit flows that’s unlocked like shackles/
Now when my voice crackles I drink agua lyrically yall soda pop
You just sizzle for a bit and then flop it don’t even rock/
Aye Yo DJ let that beat drop so when the needle hit
I come wit a flow that’s fully equipped like a F-16 fighter jet/
Whether I’m right or next you better protect cha neck
Cuz I’m fixing to disconnect ya signal like NYNEX/
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Originally Posted by Alesco
Yo thanks for the love A it means alot peace.
Steady bombing....so if ya'll want retrospect for life listen to Common
Savage sharp-shooters ..i'm stong arming.. my lady like Electra looking like Carmen..
Snap the bones in ya arm men..ur charmen soft shitty raps aren't charming..
Fallen from stallin'....shot-up..and crawling..
Squad in the hall...hauling bodies in trashbags..the time morning...
The treachery i was enjoying.. giving Scotty tissue.. to ya fam mourning..
Storm-in..doors..kick em in like Swat..wit firearms drawing..
Seeds born-in..crazy times.. so abortions happen half the time..
When ya peeps ask why your not walking..tell em if was J.T.S. that snapped ya spine out of line..
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Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Yo JTS niceness man, everybody is killing this thread this thread almost rivals the shadowboxing dojo threaads peace too everyone killing it in here
Don’t piss on me I ain’t David Chappelle
I ain’t R. Kelly I’m lyrically Celly Cell/
Bringing you all to my hell where I dwell
So fuck it if you failed one of my classes/
I’m the bastard lyricist that cha all hated on like I ain’t the best
Didn’t even wanna take me serious like Kanye West/
Now I had to persist and keep spitting those legit lyrics
Coming correct on every track making it more spectacular than the last/
I’m trying to go from the forums to the decorum’s
Now that’s horrid coming from a place where emcees are the nicest/
Even in the situation I am in we’re still in a Gangster Love’s Crisis
How righteous is that despite cha dislikes I still got more drama/
I went to ask for advice I had various choices make a phone call
To the nearest talk show (nope), do some drugs and soak in my own pain/
Nope so I went to the family gave me a handy me down laundry list
Spit my wig gave the gist of what I was going through/
Mama had to ramble on; pops was steady consistent wit the knowledge
So I dug through my favorite records and began researching/
Once I returned to the booth I began to write the truth
Viewed it as I had the engineer rewind the tape and
It played back like memories constructed on a DVD/
Don’t piss on me I ain’t David Chappelle
I ain’t R. Kelly I’m lyrically Celly Cell/
Bringing you all to my hell where I dwell
So fuck it if you failed one of my classes/
I’m the bastard lyricist that cha all hated on like I ain’t the best
Didn’t even wanna take me serious like Kanye West/
Now I had to persist and keep spitting those legit lyrics
Coming correct on every track making it more spectacular than the last/
I’m trying to go from the forums to the decorum’s
Now that’s horrid coming from a place where emcees are the nicest/
Even in the situation I am in we’re still in a Gangster Love’s Crisis
How righteous is that despite cha dislikes I still got more drama/
I went to ask for advice I had various choices make a phone call
To the nearest talk show (nope), do some drugs and soak in my own pain/
Nope so I went to the family gave me a handy me down laundry list
Spit my wig gave the gist of what I was going through/
Mama had to ramble on; pops was steady consistent wit the knowledge
So I dug through my favorite records and began researching/
Once I returned to the booth I began to write the truth
Viewed it as I had the engineer rewind the tape and
It played back like memories constructed on a DVD/[/QUOTE]
Orchestrated chops..blood symphony shots..Louis took my logic..
Naive native king..pulling strings melodic..
Mental planes chartered..by society regarded as outkasts..
My wrath lasts til babylon burn..to my firm blunts i pass..
No job slob..stacking stacks.. of tax-free cash..
Feds itching to scratch me like a rash..
Black trash...alcoholic like Tash..
Haters can kiss my ass after i pass gas..
Global trash spreading fast..the authors are sub-dued..
Super-nova tunes penned.. in a interragation room..
Super-sonic boom... goodtimes of the j.j. dynamite..
ladies on my wood like termites..
My eternal spits tight like 10 year dikes..
I wreck havoc on you fatally flawed emceesQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Wit no desire to help you I just see I in everything/
Now I’m winning just like 50 Cent but I got my shit in cement
Ink in my pen sooner or later I’ll end it quick and painless/
Lyrically it’s shameless to steady a path direct to me
After the math comes the laughter then comes the tears/
Don’t plagiarize my lines I got viruses of all kind
No software will protect cha against my kind of hardware/
Whether you’re scientifically inclined I’m a mine of diamonds and gold
So don’t try and grow me in ya average seeds I feed off needs/
Read my palms you’ll see my arms barring all
It’s nothing but an after thought come at me you’ll get caught/
You ain’t peeping my signs like Belichick on the sidelines
I keep mine shut until its prime time, show time, go time/
I grow mines in my mind cultivate my rhymes like plants in a pot
Wait until its mature then plunk it for distribution/
Lyrically I’m refusing you like life after death
I don’t do double discs cuz it’s just too big/
Until the end of time, I’m on my grind like a solider
Whether I’m stone cold or you consider me sober/
I’m the Freddy Kruger of you losers so fuck you too
I was viewed as a serial killer…………../
But when I kill in cereal is that still considered murder or
Just too much material to stiff through/
My novels are graphic got other writers blocked stuck in traffic..
Take Angelina from Brad quick, ladies love me fuck Mr. Smith..
Got more scripts than Cali got crips, and devil slave masters had whips..
Step back before i flip.. bust ya lips..on some poolballs swinging in a sock shit..
Karate chop cliques..watch their nerves freeze..paralize em like C. reeves..
Emcee's move in the wind.. i call em' sea breeze..they winan like CeCe..
Off the wall grimey flow..so low.. i catch wreck solo..
Flip them widgets I want them digitsQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Skip the digital give me that mass appeal analog/
Lyrical arsenal spark ya articles write cha bars
Showing e’m I can still get nautical wit my nature/
Evade cha like the military regime call me a military machine
How’s cha wisdom when you ain’t gain no attention/
Even if I’ve been apprehended
My lyrics will never stop being penned/
Before I die and go to heaven, to see my ending
I want my lyrics to become my weapon of mass destruction/
I’m uplifted and gifted when I’m gear shifting
Spit it wicked cuz I’m sick wit it/
Hold cha horses, put cha tracks on pauses
When ya hear me spit run to the store and get my shit/
Now you got Tech grinding spit out cha spine and
When ya hear ya body tingling migrate to the box
And pump up the volume/
Hear the crowd howling n wolfing
Now we scraping ready to feast/
I’m the under thirty gunner
Hold the weight solider
Flow wit cha brothers/
Leave you wanna be’s running for cover
When thunder and lighting coming for ya/
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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
Her heritage was a village for the starving kids..
She labeled me a shogun trapped in showbiz..
then i was living single wit no wiz..
1 bedroom apartment wit no fridge..
We used to split 20 dollar bills down the middle..
Music was my love, a thug puzzled by the riddle..
Would kick flows since i was little..
But for a while the streets got 2 me..
Carrying an semi- auto, in the lab writing my auto-biography..
Far from me she stayed, by the gangsters she was praised..
Hood raised, wild child type..churches couldn't save..
Purse phat from drug-plays..Baby phat tights exposing her waist..
What a waste trying to hollar.. her motto was chasing dollars..
materialistic statistic..only clothes she wore Gucci, and Prada..
Devil got her in a blue dress..know she's an enemy of the dark-man..
A new world order slave, enslaved to degrade herself at any given chance..
Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Give ya gimmicks, make ya shimmy, shimmy ya
My flow got ya woo hah…..gotcha all in check
When I bust a rhyme like I’m an old dirty bastard/
What the fuck ya gonna do when I break ya neck
Giving you lines galore showing you the deplore of the lord of the warlords/
Hold cha card, face down my flow is jumping jack flash
Coming more compact than a mini disc, can you spit wit this/
Hit cha harder than a belt sander
When I put a camera on ya/
My flow stomps throw ya town
Blow all you emcees down like straw houses/
While mines is placed on the mountain
I’m running the game like Terrell Owens
So I suggest you just take a time out/
Now ya knowing, how I am going
So don’t go showing off like you ain’t knowing/
When I’m blowing flows like hurricanes
It’s just a damn shame it’s all in the game/
When I write writs in the game take more names on
It’s game on like PS3 and XBOX 360
Ask ya self can you rip wit me/
Streetlife merchant put work in, once i heard "bells of war"..
hit the bank slid a note to the teller, the money she said "it's yours"..
2 years later me and the fam "reunited" for another score..
I had "visionz" of bags filled wit cake, shaking jake 4 "heaven's sake"..
Picked up "Maria" and we counted the cash at the hide-out by the lake..
in front of the lab police staked, but they didn't 'triumph"..
An "impossible" mission to crush us giants..
"Little Ghetto Boys" dying for the American dream..
"The City" drama got us purchasing steel wit infa red beams..
Supplying fiends from "the projects", the top drug game prospects"..
Plenty of progress, until 2 "older Gods" got robbed in the "M.G.M."..
i got on some "Dog shit", and smoked the assasin in front of gold's gym..
i brought the earth, wind , and fire for a reason, it's "duck Season"
Busting "heaterz" throughout the reigon, leaving leigons bleeding..
Teams we leave em running, sonning them niggas for the "second coming"..
Returned the favor by gunning, hoping "A better tommorow" is coming soon..
"Cash still rules" we hustling til' the sun's replaced by the moon..
The 'Severe punishment" was a bid from January til' June..
In the wreck room writing "deadly melody" after melody..
In the shower i tripped on some "black shampoo', shorty screamed for me..
The "closing" was ugly, i got hit with the shotty as enemies laughed..
I died wit the "hell's wind staff" in my hands grasp..
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Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Under line blind swine drink wine
Spit lines divine optional decree my spit pees on your knees/
Feel out the ordain lyrically insane taken names
Masked rhyme dropper Egyptian priest less is least unleash the beast within/
Skip the arch bishop my dictionary skillful cut you fairies down to flurries
Bury emcees like nursery’s have e’m all fetus and sperm cells/
Dwell in the division of hell know as the 1st stage, numero uno
My flow excels and bashes emcees like Popeye did Bulto/
Who’s rude thou, I got from the likes of Pun, Joe and Joell
Niggaz know why this Queen Bred kid came to Upstate/
Don’t debate I’ll leave niggaz shipping out faster than Esselte
Lyrically ya not even considered elite as I don’t have to repeat/
Cause you can hardly hear…I hardly hear ya rhyming something
That ain’t simple I can pop you pussys like pussycats/
Don’t try the don I’m on every where you’re not on
You’re a thorn, jagged edges weaponry imbedded/
While you rapping actual crap I’m reporting actual facts
Coming correct exact niggaz don’t even ya off the track/
When I attack calmly coming to bomb thee
Ya just another thing my antennary/
So don’t get buried like
Mountain made out of mole hill/
Cuz I’m so skilled to cut cha down
And take ya crown, & throw it in the crowd/
J.T.S. dope freestyle son
Spit cha maddest, baddest, saddest lines
I’m gotta go back them good old’ days
Like Gladys Knight and The Pips now are you ready to rip/
Flip bars like monkeys I dump you phony’s like memory
Now we’re back to dubbing beats on cassette tapes/
Fuck the digital technology it’s too complex for some
Well hung doorbell rung we will
Now commence wit skills that speak and sell/
Grip those gripes my rhymes are ripe as pears to a females delight
Rhyme it tight as vagina don’t mind ya how we grind cha/
I like e’m round and brown, I like e’m thick, I like e’m wit big ol’ tits
So spit it hard when I’m down in Miami, Florida/
Checking out honeys that be on the beach
And they’re not snow cone bunnies/
"Trust" the "eyes of a disciple" "tommorow" the "G-o-d" gets trifle..Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
"Hellrazors" leave rivals in a "pool of blood", i take off on motorcycle..
Here's a rifle shot to leave wigs "severed and split"..
"All fates have changed" battling this "supreme" kid..
"Can't sleep" facing "betrayal" from my fleet..
So it's "divide and conquer" the games double jeopardy..
even the blind can see the "reign of the lord"..
"porno flick bitches" i bone before war..
"This is for ya'll" "chess king" stars..
"important shit" scripts for warfare..
i'm colorblind so there's no "white nightmare."
Detect the tech blow..wordplay stronger than a Kanye west flow..
This gunners guns gold..cold hands on pearl handles..
Phantoms get blown to shambles..by the black Rambo..
Wiz is rican..strap beneath the pillow while sleeping..
Mc's leave em leaking..body weakened every weekend..
brazilian freaks i'm freaking..nightime vulture meeting..
Daytime vampire assasin..beatwalker rapping..
Tight coochie passion smashing..rip her backend..
torso broke..my lines coke..impacts dope..
Sick fiend heroine hope..rivals throw em down a slope..
street pope..murder coach..packing toast..
Dose deadly..ready, heavy, lynquistics death strokes..
boast bragging rights..underground like Bin laden's life..
kites written daily as well as scrolls..
slap Bob Dole..fill The Bush families with holes..
Flem glows..i'm old getting blown while on the phone..
save the pretty shit for Tone..got a deranged dome..
bitches sweat me for my big bone..following me home..
So i'm never alone..
Spit cha off kilter I rhyme unfilteredQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Spit cha censored shit, look at cha uncle tom, singing for e’m
Now you’re just labeled a sell out, sold cha soul to soulless people/
I seen shit through the peep hole, seen cats get robbed
Didn’t snitch, pitched a fastball during the game was my ably/
So now I gotta rely on pass on by’s how high do I have to be
Just to get by, do I have grow wings and learn to fly/
So I gotta batten down the hatches and proceed to move on
Like its defcon 5 explore every option I close entry points/
Now we got emcees recruited, refusing, flowing abusive
It’s a mixture of lyrics, heart and knowledge
With a pretension that we’re all college graduates/
Who named them “The Cops” they need to keep they’re shit shut
And report the news not some un-factual crap we’re calling “News”/
That’s your opinion bitch you’re not “The View”, you’re an opportunist
With a narrow minded view fuck John Gibson and Fox Noise/
Skampoes Da Name N I Rhyme Sum Vicious,
Tortureous Methods Like Knealing Niggaz Down On Broken Dishes
Fuckin Bitchez, In Front Of Dey Seedz
Never Done Any Good Deeds, Unless Is Foe Da Fam
Do For My Own Sum Like Uncle Sam
You can tell ya manz and them, I said itQuote:
Originally Posted by skampoe
Yall niggaz ain’t even graduate from the 5th grade/
My spit be aged like fine wine I only get nicer wit time
So if you can see me past ya visor my flow is sharp as a razor/
When I john blaze ya, place ya team in a body bag, I raise you seeds
Breed cha from speeches I recite, unite, fight then divide and conquer/
How you got honor when ya gang affiliated, doing it gang related
I’m eagerly awaiting ya answer so I can radiate cha chumps like cancer/
Ever dance wit the devil in the pail moon light
It’s something I say to all my victims…..
Give e’m some similes and metaphors before they go/
Before I dispose ya corpse my flow is resolved when I dissolve ya mob
Leaving lead in ya head like needles and sharps case solved/
I ain’t like any Tom, Dick and Harry I’m lyrically more than yall stooges
I refuse lessons, bread wisdom in my own mental cages
Shining brighter than any platinum and gold you made/
Call me plutonium, because the way I radiate and max out my chamber
Call me more relentless by the way I persist and spit it legit/
Flipping flows like a gymnast how you rhyme this wit that
Making out more words climb the bars of pain, and took a new name/
I go by many aliases but nothing more notorious than The Lord of Chaos
By the way I display odds I can rival any remedy
Making it a significant melody in any symphony simply/
stories of stolen reels near Forest Hills..
The dude who snatched em got hit by a car..par's roadkill..
Bills high his family pimping nieces just to get by..
Kids in project buildings remember him and ask theyr'e mothers why..
Sky fireworks revenge from gunners avenging the turf..
Networks release the product, and the skills are heard in a verse..
Nurses abducted by witchdoctors..drunk off vodka..
Karate kid clashes, damaging school lockers..
Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Hit cha wit the garbo my flow throws up signs
My hieroglyphics are horrific spitting it so exquisite/
Too legit to spit it fickle sick wit pen axe ya hands off wit my ice sickle
Giving you the webbos my flows are settling like colonies/
Optional actionable intellect coming correct
Fuck the pilgrims, my ancestors died for this land/
Now I’m taking it back to the days of wild ways
We were civilized before civilization arrived/
Derive ya own definition wit extra position
Putting rhymes on pause while I whip out the gouge pads/
Soak ya wounds, I got a platoon of goons
Ready to stitch cha up like cartoons/
Harpoon the whale through it's blubber, after we smoke-out in lagoonsQuote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
In real life my platoons like that movie platoon
We bring doom to docs in hospital rooms
Patience is short, explosive like water balloons
Came up without the silver spoon, 4 kids crammed in one room
sharing two beds, when food stamps were gone
we'd beg for milk, and bread
Me i was a live wire head, hotcar re-wiring
Blunt firing, freestyling knucklehead while showering
towering over the others, apple of the eye of my mother
Gotta big fam 4 sisters and 3 brothers
One doing life behind bars, the other a well known star
I won't mention, like Tracy chapman i got a job in the city he got a fast car
I guess it's money over blood, still fate we can't escape
My genes are dominant that's why i dominate
i see we got some fire going on hereQuote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
You don’t got the swag
To flip-mode on this emcee/
I run charades on ya game play
Leave you in more disarray than a celebrity court case/
Face facts my mind reacts like twin AMD athlon chips
You can spit cha lyrics in brail, I still translate e’m
And throw ya on the third rail like Fat Joe’s character in “Prison Song”/
You won’t even last half as long on the mic
I’m half as strong, half as hard, half as sick/
You can’t out think a think tank of the brink of insanity
Making yall out to be the biggest calamity rap has ever seen/
Don’t try and squeeze me I’m a beat nut spitting so vibrant
I’ll make the best producer on the mic rise from the dead/
Occasionally ya lyrical but I can spit a miracle equaling a gift from Christ
How nice am I when I recite a rhyme showing you I got more than spine/
Rip ya so fine you’ll be a microbe in ya prime
So what your divine intervention mine is introspection/
Interconnection check the name for further referencing
Now do I gotta dispense more logic to get cha outta ya seat
And into a good book or is that too harsh for diss or a hook/
Told shorty he needs to read a book instead of being a crook..Quote:
Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
He pulled out a fistful of dead prez, and said "fool look"..
I said you getting blood money soon ya days won't be sunny..
You'll be stuck in the belly hungry, wit teary eyes, and ya nose runny..
More to life than money, nice clothes, and gold-digger honies..
You don't gotta go to church on Sunday, i'm not selling religon..
But little man you don't wanna reap the causlties of foul living..
He wouldn't give in, too intriqued by how the guns spitting..
And how much pussy he's getting, another victim of the fast life sympton..
When he was a baby i would lift em up, know he's a young buck running a muck..
Caught out there dirty wit the beasts roughing him up, shackled, and cuffed..
Did a 3 year bid for possession, his pockets felt the recession..
Didn't leak shit during the police confession..
Free on personal recognicance he learned his lesson..
But that bitch life said don't you forget me, he caught a bad one..
In a out of town slum by some dude busting a smif n' wessun..
To some fun is being troublesome, living life on the run..
Picture a lady, she was shady 3 months pregnant with my baby..
My ol' earth saying no way he's the father, shouldv'e strapped up..
Dna test came back negative, time to react(what!)..
Time for her to face the music, ran in to her time to lose it..
She tried to speak, as i cursed her out, to me it was amusing..
She crying head down, as i dissed her with half the neighborhood around..
Allies giving me pounds, she ran frantically screaming..
Seen her the next evening outside the clinic beefing..
With some chics creeping they rushed her caught her sleeping..
Luckily i leaped in, one had a razor ready to slash her..
She thanked me happily, i had one question to ask her..
Why you play me like a sucker? I can never again trust ya..
She looked me in my eyes and said what i did was wrong
but deep down i love ya, so i hugged her tightly..
Walked her home politely, as it began to rain lightly..
She said James i know you like me cause you still write me..
Were at her front door, i'm holding her tempted to know what i'm in for..
But something hit me, i didn't need the drama no more..
Gave her a hug, then grabbed some dutchess at the liquior store..
we never talked again , i left town came back know the baby's four..
One day i seen the baby with some dude who said he was the father..
Asked him where's the mother, and he said she's dead some girl shot her..
I warned cha plenty of times
Not to dare and test, now you brought the beast back/
The Entourage Killah is back so if ya wanna go out the game quick
You can gamble and bet cha life away or come up short like two sixes/
Don’t flow against this, don’t spit against this
I’m indefinite like a presidential election
I’m the technical you’re a little less mechanical/
Spit cha flow claiming ya growing like garden
I come through wit pesticides and spray you guys
Leave ya dead on site, like America’s most wanted/
Don’t get me started I sparked it like cavemen made flames
Take your dames, break you lames in like new sneakers/
If yall trip up and get my timbs scuffed I’ll have to soak yall
Then electrocute cha in the chair, oops they’re goes all ya hair/
Oops there goes ya stare, oops I think he’s dead and suffered a heart attack
This is all comedy too me I’m like “Jigsaw” in the “Saw” Movies/
Yall can’t screw me; I got more loose screws than an automobile
Spit cha heat, you can rewind me like a movie reel and view it sequencally/
I can speak but people around me
don't seem to understand my words..
They just pick me up and feed me the bottle..
sometimes i cry being disturbed..
Pa has a nerve to say i'm not his
..around me puffing herb..
Glad he's out of my life,
he can't change my pampers
or hold me right..
Crying at night for my beloved mothers attention..
She's there whenever i call her,
she's my dependent..
All these strange people
extending me their hands..
When i was old enough to walk..i ran..
Can't wait to grow up,
sick of being called little man..
Heard my parents argue didn't understand..
pa said i wouldv'e never existed
if it wasn't for the popped trojan..
Ma broke down like a car out of gas
then stole em..
His jaw he was holding,
as his fists hit her dome then she fell..
Scared i started to wail,
and pa started to yell..
Ma never moved again..
after i saw all this red stuff come from her mouth she was coughing..
Know he's gone too and my new name is orphan..
Snatch cha mind off the meat rack
I come equipped to pack heat/
Invasion body snatch cha wit the beat
Mistreat cha mind call me sort of elite/
Reap what cha sew my flow got gold linen though
Hold cha rope speak truth in the booth/
I speak from feelings, heart and prospective
Written correctly connectively we serve you electively/
Spit cha shit so selectively I rep my team
Whether cash, cream we wolves while yall are sheep/
I peeped cha eyes divided minds by conquering yall
They’re doing Oscar worthy performances
On yall brainwashed dummies/
It’s so sad it made me that more hungry
So I got in the booth to make more rabid music/
Killing you pussy’s like The Sopranos call me “The Rap commando”
The “Black” Rambo, the “Black” Punisher aka the lyrical executioner/
Putting hits on you stupid rap abusers
Using it like a trend or a gimmick/
Thinking you’re what the culture is,
I’ve seen this wit Diddy don’t try n kid me/
You ain’t pushing the limits
You’re setting black people back 10 years/
How about we speak on terms you can endear
While my flows run up on ya rear
And kills you like grizzly bear/
Eternal reflections of past vets trimmed like shags
Drunken with Amy in the Winehouse, i'm not going to rehab
Skin pinched by crabs, i'm not letting em seafood
I'm shore as the shells in the sand, this mans harder than horse hooves
Fools asking can-i-bus, catch second round k.o.'s in duels
I'm loved by crips cause i put blood in pools
My bar stools, catch shots, from this needle fiend fuse
your sessions lack class, that's why the scrooge got schooled
If youv'e got nothing what can you lose?
Knowledge is gained, degrees flammable like propane
Giving pro's pain, i'm breaking muggs of dj's insane in the membrane
Let's b-real, go sen ya dogs to get flamed by the soul assasin
Straight up menace, Mc's get eiht in a orderly fashion
Blackout this man's methods mashing, and smashing
I'm ultramagnetic emcee's know i make it happen
Beatdowns are critical for critics, criticizing my rapping
all eyez on me, a thug never losing the passion for skull bashing
Mos def i'm black on both sides
the new danger leaving cities terrorified
see J in the hood looking out for d's on the block
Red shirt on the man gone wild like Funk Doctor Spock
A hustler that's smooth speaking broken language
with glocks on cock, a gambler with a trigga holding knots
Rushing spots, colder than ice cubes when i kill at will
take the milk out ya bones if you don't keep it real
So stop, looking, and listen as i break lytes of mc's
Dj's want the premeir tracks i craft rapidly
the guru teaching crews, a daily operation
Haters catch a twista, a overnight celebrity in the making
aight tightness man but heres what i got............Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S.
Close cap my raps boom bap
Zip zap zam zoom past you analog hoes/
My flows got glow like green digital lettering
I’m editing these beats wit fruity loops pro/
Got my own break beats mixed wit a Casio and Korg instruments
My flow is never bland nor board throwing darts at cha cord/
Cut cha gourd into pieces without delivering my thesis
I preach this, wit skills that featured and remixed/
Hit cha beats wit a hundred-thirty BPM run through these tools
If you choose to skip school you’re just another tool in the shed/
Dead these reds wit more bread than any head
Face the editing or get cha rhetoric corrected/
I’ve been elected interjecting wit weapons intercepting
Festering wit you suckers lounging and pestering/
Now I’m destine to use my flows as weapons
Fuck a Nip-Tuck my flow is goose, goose cluck, cluck/
Who got the gall balder to let their whole larynx shatter?
I rather blow out my vocal cords than to not speak no more/
Run through hordes of emcees wit no vocal capacity
Spit cha game like plastic I’m no toy boy I’m elastic/
Sticky wit dogged darts killing these morbid hearts
Wit fatal sharps through agile works of arts/
Crossword check the X’s my lines is connected fours wit whores
Peel back the tracks like doors are opening now were all scoping/
Wit the soakage my flow is smooth as lotion
Without quoting the dopest I kept my flow the smoothest
Now they asking me to show and prove this, before I loose this/
My crew's got that nigerian warrior skills
Japan technology,try to body me, u spilled
Come thur like we obviously runn'in things
And proabaly sonn'in the four fathers at no oddity
Form ruff like corn husks, worn scuffed wallabees
Stick up a tour bus downtown like nuthin, street pirates
Greek tyrants, word to the miss'in mouths we beat silent
We speek diamonds, we start'in the hardest dialect
We seek crime and, we sparkin the starless sky and yet
We cant' stop it, addiction to a fiction life
See bank profits, the riskless got the vision right
Do what we got to like john cue, keep calm too
Sacrficed like my man with the neon tooth
Even in bent mirrors, son you can see i'm true
No mind trap, i bet a dime sack and my wine rack
NOw buy that, but yo fuck what u did and what u will do
U cheap talk'in, keep walk'in or these knuckles'll steel you
A Night beat down, like poilice in the forty's, challenger
Or fight me now, light yo piece wit the forty, caliber
Monopoly on the power, dictator in a hidieous set
Hands stuck on the hour, in a minute gimme a sec