I'm Rockin' Mics

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Deaded mics iron out cha sights, ya know I’m right
Leave ya optics clocked out like your timecard (SIKE!)
Busted flows harder than the Carter buildings in New Jack
How you a New Jack swinging nowadays
You ain’t even young you older than poop
Get scooped like clues that they ain’t viewed yet
Closed casket plow basket cases get wasted in cages
Fixated on match fixing switch blade grenade
Cascade faster blaster you can’t cover it up
Like a mask in a raid, trying to play it like a masquerade
Updated finger roll flavor in my ear
Gamer gear shifting you know I’m driven
Fast and furious, get cha buried over a beat period
Fast and furious, I’m the best even now period
Get cha blood bathed cause restitution to my wrath
Get cha bathed in semiotic fluid stick and glue it
You ain’t used too it when ya ain’t used to it
Get screwed when I chop ya over tracks
Leave ya trained in tracks ain’t even acting right
Acting right when I acted right when you decided to fly rather than fight
You might be nice on the m-i-c I’m deadly with these….blades as you can see

I’m rocking mics……….so tight
You can’t even preform lyrical heatwaves
Shift games switch names you just a lame
I’m rocking mics….so tight the light is too bright to handle
So I darken to night and became a dark knight..