Exercise in Lyricism

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Who am Is, I’m the blasta matical
Often considered skeptical even considered radical
Mathematical in the way I slay tracks without
Sounding too hectic on the facts
Dropping bombs leaving domes rocked like Hector Camacho
Emcees thinking I’m just another Vato
When I represent proper yo……
I’m half negro, half Puerto rock
You can stop the heart attacks
Vitally attract what’s wack and get whacked like soprano
Thinking they just a singer playing a fiddle and a piano
And attack the darts, thinking you landing
Ain’t even aiming for targets
Miss yours, I nail mines
Underground gunner sunny days going down
Gutter grounded floundering in water thinking ya about to sink
I drink and speak habitually logical intro to any ripper
Trying rap like a rapper thinking you a trapper
I keep ya trapping in binders
Asking how you bind that
Paperback or hard bound
Son of a printer, kid is a writer
I can ink pen ya and script ya story
YOU CAN MGM it, Warn a brother about it
So you can think you can Pixar it
Computer graph it mathematically
I’m more complex than measurements in ya pots and pan,
My flow is super heavy like samurai swordsman
Dare and test my swordplay all day
Without delay I don’t rush heads
I slice and decapitate heads like watermelons

This is just logical exercise in lyricism
What you think I am a magician or something
Nah this is a lyrical exercise, y’all ain’t tired right…

[SHRAP]

not tired but fired up ready to rock
heat seekers in chamber similar to S-LOC.
once upon a time sold the best rocks.
Now I just test Glocks makin necks pop,
til the cheques drop gettin paid regardless,
build with dart smiths, pin point marksmen,
heartless, when I redecorate your apartment,
paint it all red, rap battle the voice in my head.
its constantly mockin me causin my animosity.
maintain velocity move thru haters at sounds speed.
reprimand men for their foul deeds with holy 223,
shootin at enemies i cant see beyond the trees.
inmates on they knees pleadin to Jesus please,
save they soul thats worth the price of shit.
thats the price of sin. feel the nails goin in.
blast limbs to pieces cant sew them back again.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

i'm taking trains like phelam 123 thinking they can train with me
spar like g-o-d often reputed dilated pupils get peoples
entering cathedrals with stupendous looks, tenants remember it
wars of the arcane dastardly diablos and there gang
arch mage past away the cage
phase shift through the wall like shadowcat of the x-men y'all
this ain't school for the gifted but if your lifting objects wit cha mind
then we ain't gonna confine, we gonna get cha sharp with sword
cut down those whom try to beat it with a chord or just a cord
you can game pad or mouse click you still can't punch this golden ticket
kick it like labor pains for 9 hours, i can cipher for 9 hours
holding the mic down all while tearing it a sunder
solar eclipse put cha brain on a disc is the only time ya minds gonna revolve
lose your resolve, discharge what cha an't absorb