"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

Terror of World Trade Center skyscraper
Mexican martyr, Pearl Harbor kamikaze ardor
Soon as pen strokes paper I become a murderer
Deadly detonations of wired cars in Gaza City
1,000 rounds of ammunition fired with conviction
Singed anatomies become portable crematories
I’m walkin’ streets with heavy metal of Iron Maiden
Dionne Warwick psychic friends predictions doom-laden
Baked gats rise like U.S. military sex attacks
Henry Hill wiseguy how the burners improvise
Criminal enterprise without Medusa snake eyes
Trademark of Mark Johnson too sharp darts after dark
Trump branded me an animal like MS-13 gang members
Don Cheadle bomb detonator when he became a traitor
Lyle Alzado raider morphed to Mark Calaway undertaker
Paul bearer of bad news since misdeeds never taper

Hit 'em with the answer like AI,
I'm ballin' on the court, crossin' y'all over A.I.
The Answer in the clutch, no practice, just action, Allen Iverson
Break ankles with the bars, got the whole crowd reactin'.
Clap 'em, watch 'em dancing, the rhythm start collapsin',
I stay up in the villa while I'm villainous with rappin'.
Crush-killin' competition, Sheep Lord be the villain,
Rated R 'cause the rawness got the whole room thrillin'.
Y'all comfortable, silver spoons clinkin' while you eat,
Never touched the rug, never slept beneath the heat.
One pair of draws, one couch, one dream to believe,
Had to stitch my own future with the holes in my sleeves.
Now I'm cut from tougher fabric, biohazard with the pattern,
Turn flesh into the fabric, every verse another dagger.
Cold as January, but I still bring the summer,
Got the crowd saying "Sheep Lord," every beat another stunner..............

…Got me sliding benjies to these street whores,
tempting treats for the “good-dogs” to roll-over. Now they’ scrambling for their heat ‘cos,
information that leaked was full disclosure.
Foreheads pressin’ floors praying those door knocks are from the feds;
Alternatives are bleak, the whole chapter pronounced dead.
A whole block re-zoned red.
A hole and some gas for the graves of the mass turning flesh into ash for the dearly departed.
Flipping apartments like beds,
looking for fugitive harborers, askin’ these kids where their father is,
loadin’ em on trucks like farmers did.
It’s the resurgence motherfucker; a new world with new orders.
New leaders and new boarders.
New rules by old marauders whose fuelled with lust for slaughter….
So it’s best you hide your daughters and it’d be wise to flee the quarters,
cos we going door to door like a possessed Jehovah’s soldier…

​Bolted on like implants and durable medical goods,
Engineered to outlast every block in every hood like tupperware
Titanium thoughts, every verse surgically fitted,
Built for the long haul, every sentence certified and riveted.
Orthopedic flow, I keep the backbone of the culture,
Circle over carcasses like a patient vulture.
Prescription for destruction, every dose got bite,
You need a second opinion after stepping to the mic.
Custom-built bars, factory torque, no recalls,
Blueprints too advanced, y'all still sketching on drywall.
I'm built to endure while you temporary trends fade,
Permanent fixture—you're a rental, I'm custom-made.

Custom-made hand grenades
Engineered pig kidneys advanced technology
Penitentiary munitions factories deadly artillery
Destruction Cus D'Amato pupil disposition
Ragin’ bull Jake LaMotta feral persona
Aggressive temperament of Caspian Cobra
Foes get stretched like outdoor yoga
Jamal Khashoggi postmortem phases
Rotted carcasses after I flex steel like Markus
Souls disperse soon as street sweeper is in reverse
Pick brains like vultures do veins of slain remains
Emcees bars are weak as superstars in rent-a-cars
Their mentals ain’t of killers like OJ in Hertz rental
Culture Club Boy George homosexuals
Diddy AstroGlide lubricated thoughts
LGBT like they grew feathers of peacocks

​AstroGliding with lubricated thoughts, that's a slippery slope,
Got your whole campaign sinking, can't keep it afloat.
Peacock feathers on display.....all flash, no flight,
I'm hawk-eyed in broad daylight, every bar lands right.
Smoke clears when I step in, no gimmicks, just skill,
Turn a hot take stone cold with a pen that's built to kill.
Chaos in my cadence, every verse leaves a scar,
Sheep Lord—I'm the pressure that exposes who you are.
Pressure bust pipes, I don't fold, I forge steel,
Every punchline lands heavy, let the whole room feel.
You decorate the stage—I dominate the art,
You chase the spotlight; I black out the chart.
Calculated chaos, every measure premeditated,
Talk slick till the mic get confiscated.
No lifeline, no bailout, no referee's call—
When Sheep Lord starts cooking, watch the competition fall.

Hardheaded these youngins wither in the wind
Lives lost like Waldo the grim reaper wins
I'm transitioned to transcend fighting from within
Mantra triumphed untouched like Daniel in the lion's den
Slaying wolves by the pack with provacative powerful hyms
It's like being in the deepend and you can't swim
Time flying like sparrows no guns just arrows
The battle only ends once I face my demise
And the trapped soul rise I see judgement beyond the skies
My instinct to survive is vibes imagine being under attack by your own allies
Looking at my own brother as he dies never forget the fear in his eyes
To angry to cry can't trust noone a lone shogun despised
By pig's and lawmakers me and my people on our own independent as Quaker's
Fuck cars, and chains I want massive land acres
Constantly taxed by Uncle Sam no abundance of paper
Facing loses devil's worship Satan with dead Christ on crosses
A retired boxer who's wins successfully overcame my losses
A lifetime worker who seemed revenge on bosses

Slavery revenge fantasies
Django bloodthirsty for Calvin Candie
Prison senses guarded by barbed-wire fences
Fiery temper, dubbed heathen by Aunt Esther
Richard Ramirez burglar turned night stalker
Juvenile delinquent like Tyson before he became boxer
Overcame misdeeds to attain maim fame
Now it’s intellectual violence in abundance
Cerebrally angry, Wounded Knee artillery
Sadism of Middle Eye on Flint Sky’s demise
Like Mike I see fear in gaze of foes I despise
Mexican Air Jordan insane offensive arsenal
Jaguar-like versatile with claws that are retractable
National Geographic animalistic instincts
Sinister soul inescapable as light from black holes
I swim with deadly intent of stingray that killed Steve Irwin

​Draw these bars like Steve Ditko, script the dark like Bill Finger,
Sucker emcees in the shadows still linger.
They watch the characters I created steal the limelight,
Blindside a whole roster...........can't see me in the spotlight.
Fold competition up like a cold steel chair,
Every round unfair, leave the whole ring impaired.
Bare-knuckle lyricist, every cipher for the purists,
No ghostwritten gimmicks........this pen's the only jurist.
Ink stains to impact, every panel gets shattered,
You chasing viral moments, I'm creating what mattered.
My catalog got lore while your verses disappear,
Built worlds from a notebook, you just rented a career.

Extravagant introvert putting rivals who enter the chamber danger put em in the dirt
Then their fam puts them on a shirt
No peaceful resting blocking my blessing
Session get lit very few can match fire darts
A legend like Rosa in the park it's vigorous art
Rigorous thoughts that Glock pop perpetrators
The Bloodsport gladiator cheered on by spectators
Spectacular how I greatly grappled invader's
Tapping out if shooter's fire I'm clapping out
Standing ovation for the raging by a thousand carcasians
And Asians without a guage I'm engaging
Married to battle blazing see the grays I'm aging
Mantra Agent Orange unorthodox fighter on the docks
Lead shower's for the shark's expert of tiger style
A wild cat with a lionheart who always played his part
Aggravate them then decapitate em with tactics razor sharp
Slice slow or throw massive combos until my foes a living vegetable
Best to flow since Supernatural hip-hop Frederick Douglas beating master's death disaster from one blow

​Crashing planets like asteroids......
Y'all get soft and weak like Altoids.
Your whole flow's in need of steroids,
Mine deploys while yours just fills the void.
Bustin' down Roland, watch the keys make noise,
Your painting ain't painted—it's traced, decoys.
Laser and a stencil, that's the blueprint choice,
I sketch from imagination, you just mimic the voice.
I retrofit bars and flows, upgraded to the latest OS,
You buffering on startup, still loading, no progress.
I'm kicking game relaxed while I'm playing Nintendo DS,
Old school in my hands, but the bars stay next-gen fresh.
Every update's automatic, every patch removes a flaw,
Yours crash on release, mine redefine the law.
You copy, paste, and trace, I draft it from the pencil,
I'm the architect of chaos, you're dependent on the stencil.

Osama Bin Laden architect
From above bedlam triggers deadly climate
Mexican militant anarchy dependent
With number 2 pencils I commit murders
Chalk outline of deceased is what I trace
Rebellion persistence until grills are defaced
Laws of war crimes brazenly violated
Egos deflated, self-esteems annihilated
Too untamed to ever play video games
Infinite consternation due to vile imagination
Monstrous like Dennis Rader’s conscience
Demonic presence of Jack Torrance
Muammar Gaddafi ruthless tyranny
Bed-Stuy NY do-or-die of homicides
Cali Asians in Honda Civics kamikaze
Little Boy destruction to prove I’m no decoy

​You filled in the wrong bubble
Now your whole future's erased.
I give you the answer........
Never the key, you gotta figure out the place.
You'll need to cheat off me,
Just to keep up with the pace.
I wrote the answer sheet,
You still trying to read my face.
I got No. 2 pencil bars,
Still got lead in every stroke.
Every line leaves a mark,
Every punchline leaves you broke.
You still circling options,
I'm writing facts in ink.
By the time you make a choice,
I've already made you think.
This ain't open-book—
You can't copy what I know.
I'm the teacher and the lesson,
You detention after the show.
Every bar's a question,
Every scheme's a pop quiz.
You looking for the key,
I'm the locksmith where it is.
Come wit that Scantron flow....
Machine reading every hit.
You praying for partial credit,
I'm grading every counterfeit.
Wrong answer, wrong chapter,
You failed before the bell.
I don't hand out curves.......
I hand out stories you can tell.........

Ghastly imagery of war stories
Tony Gwynn at plate extremely hungry
Pete Rose machine with more hits than Luca Brasi
Never had trouble with the curve like Bo Gentry
Rigoberto Sanchez without need of advanced statistical analysis
And that’s as crystal clear as NASA Milky Way images
Charles Barkley will tell you I am not a role model
Too much of an outlaw like Josey Wales to ever fail
I’m reason they raised color-coded threat advisory scale
Locksmith skilled worker with keys to your ruined city
Bruce Lee teacher you just a student in elementary
Watch your step or get destroyed like KAJ in Game of Death
Left in ER with tubes in nose to help you take last breath
You couldn’t be resuscitated with opioid receptors drugs
Only choice for your fam to stop the sufferin’ is to pull plug
Instantly your whole future is suspended permanently

I'm a Change, rearrange, know the game like I'm Hank sellin' propane,
Cold in my veins, nurses can't penetrate when they aim.
IV fluids? Stick and glue, still can't get through,
Rearrange your whole blueprint, now the L belongs to you.
Reboot cha computer, blue-screen your whole campaign,
Every verse a system crash, every hook corrupt your mainframe.
Some got disdain, refrain from action under pressure,
I send 'em back in fractions, divided by my lecture.
Hang around, but I ain't part of your crew, I'm solo dolo,
Know people everywhere, but I still move low-pro.
Don't confuse connections with dependin' on a clique,
I built my own lane while y'all still searchin' for a hitch.
Mind marblin', bars carved in like Steve Ditko illustrations,
Hulk out on the microphone, pure gamma radiation.
Blaze on, Johnny Storm, leave the booth scorched black,
Fantastic Four pressure every time I touch a track.
Show these crabs how to rhyme, synchronize every line,
Weaponize every sentence, I redefine every time.
Y'all too slow to process what I package in a quote,
Need a roadmap and a glossary just to follow what I wrote.
Go back to school, get your diploma, study meter, study flow,
Every verse another lecture, every page another show.
Graduated three times, now the pen got tenure,
Every punchline lands hard, every metaphor'll end you.
I'm the author and the editor, the architect, the planner,
Raise the standard every session, every record, every stanza.
No entourage, no gimmicks, I can stand here on my own,
Built the house from the foundation—now I'm sittin' on the throne.

My throne made of foes’ jawbones
Foundation cracks due to Richter scale raps
American me Edward James Olmos deadly
With haste I stand and deliver till spines shiver
Pearl Harbor embalmer, martyr of an author
Chainsaw massacres I vividly pen horrors
Sonny Liston outside ring criminal culture
Endeavors lethal as deep sea water pressure
Johnny Blaze rhetoric extremely incendiary
Mother Earth scorched since day I was granted birth
Chernobyl radiation, high-energy disposition
Mindstate of Tyson in Mills lane with no brakes
Society menace like O-Dog in liquor stores
Willin’ to go out hardcore like Donnie Moore
Torture professor Hannibal dark path lectures
Brain maimed because it was plunged in pains of disdain

Rations of war-ravaged nations
Battle-scarred far-off foreign fighters
Self-trained snipers search for survivors
Tidal waves of bombers turned martyrs
Void blank frozen stares of dreaded terror
Petrified civilians witness public decapitations
Interrogations morph to broadcasted executions
Decayed serrated blades used for ovaries spayed
Misdemeanor plotters charmed by snake doctors
Explosive-filled canisters dropped by helicopters
Seared silhouettes of no return swathe spheres
Predicaments of ordinary people in war-torn tenements
Mandatory silence, unwarranted violence
Pap smears pierced by sacrilegious spears
Bloody boulevards where cadavers saunter
Dilated pupils exemplify agony of purgatory

Ain't no code to crack, I let the bars translate,
Every punch connect clean, no need to exaggerate.
You need subtitles for my flow, your mind can't calibrate,
I write in permanent ink while you still trying to laminate.
Every line authenticated, yours get flagged as counterfeit,
I don't need a cheat sheet—I'm the answer to the test.
Scantron bars, wrong bubble, now your whole career's erased,
It's da Sheep Lord speaking fluent smoke
​I leave defeat engraved on your face.

Weak emcees will face defeat
In six years I’ll have two three-peats
I possess psychotic psych of Mike in laced Nikes
MJ great white appetite under MSG’s bright lights
In 4-5 double-nickel sharp as carbon steel sickles
Rivals rather choke on Chernobyl fumes than want that smoke
Super-max bars hard as guards in Alcatraz yards
Michael Vick Madden NFL 04 cheat code
Tyson in no socks/robe murderous mode
Foes can’t avoid perilous punches in combos
I use violence to solve problems like Rambo
Cats test me I answer with hot lead thru their bony vest
Breast skeletal cauterized after I singe plates in chests
Alone I kill entire legions with donkey mandible bones
Their demise authenticated by medical examiner
Permanent respite per certificate of morgue assessor

Move the crowd flow follow the leader pronto
On the run like OJ in the Bronco
Mantra gone psycho like mental patient's
Language foul and fragrant bloody the arrangement
No taming the wild style broaden my profile
Spitting knowledge, and wisdom like Deck above the clouds
Mantra a Guru like Keith packing Miami Heat
Hitting switches on these bitches bow before my feet
Feeding me grapes like Big Daddy Kane ain't no half stepping when prepping to aim
Proclaimed for the acclaim from Buffalo to Spain
It's a decade reign of snatching souls and bloodstains
Insane in the membrane like users of cocaine
And fetty the original dreaded Freddie
Victim's beat them steady with a black whip heavy

While Mantra beats them steady I rock
Lower limbs shot, crazy legs due to Glock
At first glance you’ll know I don’t dance
Only break mental states like tectonic plates before quakes
Biscuits on bake, push immense weight of mom of Gilbert Grape
Kurt Sutter son of anarchy, Josey Wales creator of mutiny
Deadly aim when I swing little razors like ones to cut cocaine
Unrestrained veins, bloodstains clog sewer drains
Jake LaMotta ragin' bull runnin' wild in Pamplona, Spain
Global warmth intolerable heat makes coldest cats retreat
Those too proud will meet their Maker above the clouds
My pupils see dead people after I hook like Jabbar in goggles
Nile crocodile smile can’t be tamed because persona too wild
Step to me to meet imminent death like Kevorkian cash patients
Bypassed pain management, floral funeral arrangements
I slay without remorse like OJ in LA on a Brentwood driveway

Civil wars economic hardships
Gamma radiation electromagnetic
Oceanic tsunamis catastrophic
World Trade center disaster epicenter
Trees toppled streets reduced to rubble
Lone wolves commit hideous acts
Electrical pulses nuclear attacks
White phosphorus dense smoke
Lungs can’t breathe so throats choke
Plush areas scorched by wildfires in Syria
Climate change drought/extreme heat
Global warmth dissolved ice sheets
Biohazardous Black Flag substances
Sewages clogged by human feces
World War I Somme muddy trenches
Corrosion of marshland erosion

What’s beef? Eat it like stew and lunchmeat,
​Y’all can’t cook like gandules, get burned by the drumbeat,
Most emcees just a pool I’m swimming with sharks,
Just like Drake, you gonna bark when it’s getting too dark,
I spark thoughts, chalk outlines around weak conversation,
Fork in the road, I took both that’s chaos navigation,
Kitchen stay hot, every bar seasoned with flavor,
You microwave rhymes, I let mine simmer for later,
I'm a Chef with the pen, got the recipe locked,
Heavy with the seasoning every time that beat drops,
Stockpot bubbling, trouble whenever I’m serving,
Your verses undercooked, send ’em back—you ain’t learning,
Sheep Lord with the fork, knife, plate ready to feast,
Best Even Now, every effort negate the deceased,
What’s beef? I cook mine till the whole thing complete,
Then serve sixteen bars—**bon appétit on the beat.**

I don’t speak Instagram, I don’t speak in captions,
You gotta speak to me....for real, no acting..... no snappin' ............
No filters on the truth, no likes for reactions,
Talk face-to-face if you want interaction.
I don’t read between emojis or subliminal posts,
Say it with your chest—don’t perform for your folks.
Everybody online, but the connection ain’t real,
You gotta speak to me...for real, for real.

Sixteen bar beast
Don’t need a beat to feast
Xenomorph armed to the teeth
Even PETA don’t wanna beef
Satan’s best chef in Hell’s kitchen
Barrio gourmet how I cook foes
Toni Kukoc waiter easily serve emcees
Gastronomy anatomy culinary
Hateful Eight at Minnie’s after they ate
Cecil Fielder famished at the plate
Trigger fingers flex till bodies simmer
Rivals baptized in kerosene before cauterized
Hope rises only to fall like stock market
Convertible hearses parade open caskets
Can’t make amends when coffins descend
Turkeys well done stick a fork in’em

Pedophile preachers
Teenagers molested by busty teachers
Daveigh chase HIV then AIDS
Book of Revelation plagues pervade
Psychosis auditory hallucination voices
Mental illnesses bursts of violences
Gat skirmishes become commonplaces
ISIS-inspired terror plots foiled
Slugs spill like Exxon Valdez crude oil
Friction sparks after Medusa stoned
Fangs roam on viper landin’ zones
Torture chamber David Parker Ray danger
Contorted debris from hijacked aircrafts
Demised lifeboats slowly tow life rafts
Bloodthirsty attacks like flocks of wolf packs
Fertile turned wastelands by Mad Max