Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Thread
Re: Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Thread
got newer joints produced by myself:
Raven Sight
Nights Lean
Kick Game
Under One...Freestyle
Re: Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Thread
Re: Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Thread
Hey good you got your thread i'll check this one later. Keep posting and i now understand you flow on audio, nice.
Peace
Learn Ya Self Verse(Over Learn Chinese)
First thing first learn ya self
Just cuz I’m bi-racial doesn’t mean I’m hateful/
I rep mine get that through ya spine
Cuz ya mind ain’t thinking right its offline/
I fight for mine either side I feel their pain
Check the way I spit never sway/
Daring me just cuz I’m black and Puerto Rican
I ain’t seeking fame and glory you don’t even know my story/
Trying to play me just cuz I’m Spanish
And don’t speak the language/
Means to most I don’t endorse it,
It’s only because I ain’t learn it/
So you can burn ya own tongue
Think before you speak I’m rather unique/
Better start sparking ya own mental
Before u loose ya dental/
I’m very temperamental
Crashing the par-arty hardly you’re a nerd/
I’m verbally vicious sickly lyrical
When I’m dilated like pupils/
Take a few pills get cha flow correct
I connect like punches/
Interject flows potent enough for
You to grow and not show it/
So don’t try and prove it
Every mission your losing/
Put cha team in and watch get stomped out
Like a giant wit two left feet/
You can’t compete or beef
Wit a lyricist technically superior/
Even the exterior
You can’t compare to atom of my hair/
So dead it before it gets sad kid
You’re a loser/
A weakling the definition of a wack emcee
Don’t try and compete/
You’ll only get beat within the
Limits of your gimmicks/
Trying to mimic a real lyricist
Isn’t a sure fire gimmick/
Quit now or die later
I favor rhymes and reason/
Over money and pleasing
Your making me queasy/
Stop it already your nothing but a tease
With no talent your just a booger in my sneeze
P is For Whatever The Enemy to U is
It’s the Apocalypse but this ain’t nineteen ninety one son
It’s two thousand five & I’m still gonna strike Black/
Making them wolves pack it in, acting like their nicer than I
When they can’t even spell why asking how you can…../
Say this or that acting like that’s rap when you shop at the gap
Ain’t even supporting our black enterprises exercise our mental ability/
Crack the fuckers dental cavity making them feel it badly
How you like to be taken from ya homeland and culturally stripped/
How bout I do it for you White Anglo Saxon Protestant ain’t even rocking
People these republics making it known so I’m a rebel to America/
Why we ain’t causing a ruckus is it cuz we’re uneducated making
What kind of statement rather be deaf, dumb and blind to criminal mind/
There’s Poison Going on
Fearing us from Dusk Til Dawn
Fear the Rise Of a Black Planet
I smell that New Whirl Odor
Who the fuck told cha
Is cuz “He Got Game”
Yes, let’s Bum Rush a Show
Now I’m Public Enemy # 1
Gimme a Gun & Vest
Still wanna test……
It’s time to drop a bomb kill ya team calm
Ain’t even gonna release any more threats/
I rather speak to the establishment then bust off shots
Let e’m know we ain’t no joke cuz 9-1-1 is one thou/
Quit cha sniffing blow explode off the outcome
I’m drum up a flavors of revolution creating a new constitution/
But these Nip & Tucks get the country fucked over so I’m a politic
Trick these fuckers wit no stomach aches and broken faith/
Can’t even prey to god so I took my pen and penned a poem
Throw e’m to the wolves hope there fight cuz the way they write/
Make me thinking they won’t fight the powers be but first we gotta fight
Not for the right to party but the right to hardly vote is an atrocity/
Making a mockery of what’s going on in music today trying to display I rather sit in silence rather than to be compliant so while u rent a Negro/
I’m a speak against it yo cuz we ain’t slaves no more get over ya degrees You viewed as trees and let us be truly free and keep ours seeds fed/
There’s Poison Going on
Fearing us from Dusk Til Dawn
Fear the Rise Of a Black Planet
I smell that New Whirl Odor
Who the fuck told cha
Is cuz “He Got Game”
Yes, let’s Bum Rush a Show
Now I’m Public Enemy # 1
Gimme a Gun & Vest
Still wanna test……
Re: Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Thread
A Foul End 2 Begin With....
It’s a foul end
To begin with
So you continue sinning
Against the grain you still…
Feel the pain explained in text
Checked like accounted banked
It’s a foul end
To begin with
Even with a degree
You’re still a “Nigga”
It’s a foul end
To begin with
We gotta be found before we’re lost
Get the crossroads old testimony told cha not to fold/
Catch a cold you back track relax after you stuffed
Them Air Maxes in yo Jacket packing gats that we’re automatic/
Escaping the PO’s wit no true description til yo hear word of mouth they caught cha on camera and peeped cha faces and got cha red handed/
Still a Sticky Bandit gotta plan the next shit flip it like bricks
Never was into that illegal drug kingpin dream steamed up by flicks/
These dickies kicking the bucket time wolf it up back to stock
When they cried thinking you was a figment of imagination/
You rose like the NASDAQ and squashed that guy named Dow Jones can’t even catch a break you took a stake in Apple Computers/
Thinking they were moving but then you found out the iPod wasn’t Shipping proper so then u dumped for Dell Computers thinking they moving/
Investments are slow when ya living low from the block to a corporate suit, you're still viewed as a hoodlum ain’t good for him/
Whether light or dark skinned you still a “nigga” whether a teacher or preacher; you can’t reach the majority because still viewed as a “nigga”/
Even though you pulled da trigger you still can’t feel legit
Too illegal to quit so the paper reads “corporate executive commits suicide”/
End of story making it truer than any ruling the supreme deemed
I screamed out my name after I was fired for being too black I’m strike black/
It’s a foul end
To begin with
So you continue sinning
Against the grain you still…
Feel the pain explained in text
Checked like accounted banked
It’s a foul end
To begin with
Even with a degree
You’re still a “Nigga”
It’s a foul end
To begin with
This Isn't The Ending....
React now back how does it feel?
Put up your shield how you gonna weld a sword/
I cut through the cords including mama’s stomach seven months early
Two before the date I was supposed to now I’m here wit u/
Speak wit u flip the version verses
Immersing off like injuries your are nursing/
Can’t confuse it, wit the curses you saying I’m versing
This is motion loving the way I move in the ocean/
I know I can’t swim for anything but I got gifts that swim for me
Through everything entangling me like vines in jungle/
Yeah I’m muggle not fit to be wizard or even attend Hogwarts
I’d mind as well step on to the court not just for the playoffs/
I gotta win the championship fuck any welterweight I’m a be any weight
Making you respect me with or without money I’m achieve mine/
From scraps to raps I’m a work harder spit farther than any other to date
Make the wake by ten of eight still back out the gate before everyone emerges/
Yeah I was nervous but still hard as nails taking my verses
Getting back to work taking e’m to church even thou I was on the porch/
My beats ain’t no scorch but they’re me wit the force behind them
Rewinding more tracks like ’93 until I spit til I keel over and still be remembered like a fallen solider/
This isn’t the ending
This is just the beginning
Ringing that door bell
Seeing me live still
Got to keep hoping
Get it going and keep flowing
Throwing my cards out
Making sure I got a royal flush
Fuck the rush I’m just touch
Wit no money I’m still window shopping
Dreaming scheming to work hard for it
This isn’t the ending
This is just the beginning
This isn’t the ending
This is just the beginning
Got a scare bout a week ago doc
Talking bout on of my body’s regulators/
Is over past due higher the usual
So I think shit gotta go get this blood work/
Yeah it hurt me went from being cool, calm and collected
To unprotected and nervous knowing now from last year I got disease/
They called it diabetes ya now I’m trying to eat my Wheaties
Like every athlete do fuck any fooling I’m retooling my protocols/
Got directives making me inspective Robocop these props
I never get knocked so I’m just hear to rock and feel e’m flock/
This isn’t rap this is poetry quoting me wit a chicken put in da rotisserie
Making feel his story her story we to do about nothing but glory/
Now I’m in school instilled truth basically my peeps tell me the booth
Ain’t nothing for me and you don’t wanna be that but they don’t know/
What I do when I speak got more than superficial acts and unofficial tracks
Then I’m wondering why my dad always bitching about paper yo/
I’m trying to stack legit fully eclipsed wit the spit I rip ask my clique
Staying I’m the shit, flipping words like sheep being herd how u not a nerd/
Continuing through the years now I’m revered still feeling a bit weird
Can’t stay placed in lane 2 now I gotta shift gears and have no fear/
This isn’t the ending
This is just the beginning
Ringing that door bell
Seeing me live still
Got to keep hoping
Get it going and keep flowing
Throwing my cards out
Making sure I got a royal flush
Fuck the rush I’m just touch
Wit no money I’m still window shopping
Dreaming scheming to work hard for it
This isn’t the ending
This is just the beginning
This isn’t the ending
This is just the beginning