"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

High fashion on the runway my style shine like a sun ray
High beam ya scheme trip to the resurrection is oneway
some say son may be a High Priest with a Killah glance
my High resolution cause confusion some get loss in a trance
it's ya Highness whose tibits of exhibits are the finest
feast the masterpiece it's sure to cure your blindness
i desgin this to grind this into powder for your nose to devour
get a whiff of this High power that will blown your mind off the tower
High wire you stalk if come at me with slick talk
charge the volt or bolt High watts shock peel ya plot like Peter Falk
How High Am I out your reach don't even try
cuz you seek what you don't know and what you know is a lie
i fly by the High way inhale the fumes as you zoom my way
play with me you better flee like Smokey in Friday
i'm from the High coast where Mos blow a cloud in the wind
ride the ascension to my dimension
train of thought comes around ever now and then
i vow to win any battleground i'm found stompin' in
Highlander y'all must've forgot i still chop
there can only be one in the end
dark matter i gather pack the light tight and let it spiral
galatical tactics jedi mind gymnastics give you an eye full
High command in Wonderland i stand against any rival
feel the Malice as i show you the black hole of the rifle....

dark matter i gather pack the light tight and let it spiral
galatical tactics jedi mind gymnastics give you an eye full
High command in Wonderland i stand against any rival
feel the Malice as i show you the black hole of the rifle

fucking sick shit son!!

majestic been tested like battery charges son we the rawest
knowing the science of life, and dollars tag your collars
rip your fleece increase the crew crease to decrease the beef
stripes glow-in-the-dark my sparks lit city streets
be in the battle childish emcee's will never get my motto
shot down from a thrown bottle my domes bravo
hollow-headed your tones pathetic i be where the broads go
these emcee's are panty hoes giving in to odds though

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

dark matter i gather pack the light tight and let it spiral
galatical tactics jedi mind gymnastics give you an eye full
High command in Wonderland i stand against any rival
feel the Malice as i show you the black hole of the rifle

fucking sick shit son!!

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thx fam...

my style you can't tackle or grapple
it's made from best stuff on earth like snapple
lines are magical not like Disney but will attract you
snap ya shackles and take you on a needed sabbatical
give you a chance to enhance acquire new skills to dance
against my snake vs crane stance to the next level advance
magic arms can't harm the celtic clover charm
you can run wild and foul while i gun...and 1
clock stop i take a free shot now game over time's done
i keep pots and pans full leak through your roof that you thought was foolproof
drip drop nonstop Chinese torture the booth
no spoof the original suspect you seek with the usual tucked technique
that speak volumes to those who peak
off mountains tops i leap and float down to the street
where i compete not for a rep but just respect when we meet
trick or treat every end of October i'm never sober
creep like Michael Myers riding in back of your range rover
heat holders become toy soldiers they play off my buzz
light years i steer gray beard grew from peach fuzz
i can contact my clan and plan a white collar crime
or get sublime rip open your mind and unravel the design
but showing these crabs how to rhyme is my favorite past time....

it's all good until i bring the grief to your chief's the battle was brief
turning you cattle to beef sow what you reaped we make heaps out off lost sheep
my slaughters so discreet i'm deeper than satan's army
God-u on me performing strongly backstage banging a blondie
more followers than king and gandhi talking about martin Luther not rodney
caught you creeping on some happy face shit you thought you bombed me
but i escaped with a few scrapes he gave chase my sword greeted his face
ate his meal without saying grace his final words were hate
Me and wis wifey chose a spot by the late to mate, and congregate
a future toast with milk from a goat know i'm wearing his robes
off parole the god played his role rolled and slayed his foes
tagged the coffins with my initials the writing of a hip-hop official
let the priest say his peace after he buried you with a pistol
his whole family respect my methods as i was crowned with a crown made of diamonds, and crystals

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

tt's all good until i bring the grief to your chief's the battle was brief
turning you cattle to beef sow what you reaped we make heaps out off lost sheep
my slaughters so discreet i'm deeper than satan's army
God-u on me performing strongly backstage banging a blondie
more followers than king and gandhi talking about martin Luther not rodney
caught you creeping on some happy face shit you thought you bombed me
but i escaped with a few scrapes he gave chase my sword greeted his face
ate his meal without saying grace his final words were hate
Me and wis wifey chose a spot by the late to mate, and congregate
a future toast with milk from a goat know i'm wearing his robes
off parole the god played his role rolled and slayed his foes
tagged the coffins with my initials the writing of a hip-hop official
let the priest say his peace after he buried you with a pistol
his whole family respect my methods as i crowned with a crown made of diamonds, and crystals

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niice...

crash your concourse with calm force fatal strikes are worse
than a execution find a soultion before verbal intercourse
i enter courts give the judge the finger got a bid of course
good found a style to lock down instead of balling on a ball-court
used to be short but the kid grew step up kicks, and blows for you
fuck a devil rule my son's schooled to sub-due what theyr'e trying to do
make my seeds systematic i think not didn't see the gun but i called shots

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Originally Posted by J.T.S.

crash your concourse with calm force fatal strikes are worse
than a execution find a soultion before verbal intercourse
i enter courts give the judge the finger got a bid of course
good found a style to lock down instead of balling on a ball-court
used to be short but the kid grew step up kicks, and blows for you
fuck a devil rule my son's schooled to sub-due what theyr'e trying to do
make my seeds systematic i think not didn't see the gun but i called shots

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dead punks in trunks full of beats
coming with contemporary rhymes/
oxymoron's get xeroxed and copied
thinking you can rock with a lyricist like Sheep/
never hated just civilizing savages
mastering global domination in paragraphs/
optimal rockers stay plotting on your weakness
bequeath the sequence, you couldn't repeat this with several pens/
my armies armed with Tommy's dropping roaches and rats
like loths of salammi, you can't trail tears behind me/

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Originally Posted by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS

dead punks in trunks full of beats
coming with contemporary rhymes/
oxymoron's get xeroxed and copied
thinking you can rock with a lyricist like Sheep/
never hated just civilizing savages
mastering global domination in paragraphs/
optimal rockers stay plotting on your weakness
bequeath the sequence, you couldn't repeat this with several pens/
my armies armed with Tommy's dropping roaches and rats
like loths of salammi, you can't trail tears behind me/

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stained to substain the sanity my beauty vanity
glorious to explore her fanatsies vanished me
float in the lagoon then put the flag in the moon
territory chosen the end closing so soon
true with the stew steward tunes
obligated to obligations oblivious incarcerations
locked waiting awaiting the rhymefest
dine fest the diamond dishes fed to your highness
time this watches on wrists tactics i twist
grant your wish the wish-master
trick trash ya convertible drop top get-a-way-car
spit a-way far to cremate the core of your bars
rode the ark to arkansas we swoop the falcon squad
bumble buzz snatch your love don't cross me cuzz
crab catcher test you like brain teasers
rain reaper release the heat for the seeker
cheap with the cheeba session closed
dressed with gold thugging in your code
don't say zip files on rip trials i skipped
codes cracked feedback ripped
tooth chipped like esco let's go
prey on your mantis hit the canvas cold
the cannibal of emcee's flows
victory flaw-less my block law-less
discover my discography it's the rawest
your knowledge is retail drama comes we bail
we train posted by the rails inside my heart is hell
minds heaven i can't be mentally shackled
one pop your cracked and shamefully tackled
pay the tabs in the tabernacle or i'll puncture adam's apple

Daaayum... Hotfire

peace skamp

as you scamper acrosss the landscape trying to escape
Sun splash shadows that follow every move you make
Moon glow quick to show all the spots you creep to
even synagogues and temples can't keep you from the evils
that peep you and that you try to sleep thru
past lives and fast knives coming at you from all angles
ghosts haunt and while Mos taunt carving thoughts that mangle
full circle dirt that was buried resurfaces even in the mildest climate
your virtue will desert you once a calm breeze blows up your work like an assignment
the stars alignment could guide you through the wilderness like a tribesman
but you can't hide once you subscribe to sin fate takes even the livest men
your options are droppin' and getting rather slim
pray for forgiveness holy water you can bathe in and swim
but it won't wash away the reality in which you spin
the end is getting grim quicker then you could've calculated
but this knowledge you should've sought once the Gods and Earths copulated...

just try and fix it spit liquid I am swordsmen amen to any boards-men
we clutching pens use of blades be chopping at the bit/
i'm from the surround 9 redistricted in sections
chaos didn't arrive it was sprung by fountains of war/
shooting goals, my scores be plots pointed anointed
taxation without rhymes i'm representing what's not magic/
i'm static clutching classics when shit get's touched
it's a bullet rush dusted by angels who didn't love/
hated the shrubs i'm buried in from the fall
I took I had not clutch like “The Black Mamba”/
come out cha cave, mines is filled with crows and ravens
saving nothing but carrying those that I hate faking the wakes/
shaken the stakes, breaking the breaks or get broken
now i'm whithering away when your steady hoping/
spit cha kick, flick the uppers get cha downed like downers
I'm no wizards with the flows, just magician with the proses
close in the charts, blackout cha community til the sparks dwindles/
so when you diss the 9 I check my ego at the door
and rip your a new repour devour minds like demons taking souls
so if you want to tangle with the spitter no hit a quitter flicker
thinking you got a chance phone up “Blasta Constantine”/

the streets burn with each turn hold my toast firm
the madness begins once his wisdom swallows my sperm
spread out germs break-out's on faces squishy like worms
you wouldn't get pull of the piff that i burn
the God ain't concerned with death he's infinity plus
i'm like the second shot that rocked the skull of john f. kennedy cuzz
unleash killer bee's in the club i bought from african bloods
my methods expected to drain all your bodily fluids and blood
nigga what? if rap don't work i'm doing amatuer smut
with two bitches who have a sickness for swallowing nuts
stay in the cut building my castles with enemies guts
your silent as fuck still i'm tying you up
body in the trunk another disciplined monk
you drop jewels that are light mine are trunk as fuck
go head and pump it up i'll pin pop it
powerful phrophet my packs move the drug logic
i could pull a bird with a mohawk cut for know my hairs nodded