Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Weaponry infinitely I had an epiphany
Showing me I can spit without all the wizardry/
So do me a favor give me the epsilon key?
Check the status of the registry if you please/
Trying to measure me by standards
Are obsolete retreat into darkness/
I’m far best eastern weaponry settles disputes in the west
Often tested connected via the internet now I intercept/
Wreck heads like trumpets, cymbals and other percussion
Backed by various synth tracks I rap over and into the Matrix/
Stop, pause, delete erase it I faced it camouflaged face lift
Dentist tricks spit linguistics wit patriarch rips/
Now I quit all schemes and gimmicks a long time ago
And just went wit my heart now I’m giving you the spark/
Shoot a few a darts my way I sway and dodge e’m like Agent Smith
Put my hands through digressing through the motion of the blues/
Do you still not have a freaking clue here how about?
I write it down for you, strip the ball outta ya hands like Tony Parker/
I’m half black, half Puerto Rican and yeah I’m the author of this rap
So fuck off and go get jacked while I speed race against cha
And show you crabs how to spit outta ya motherfucking mind/

[STYLE]

i absorb the backlash but block the backhand,
from 1/2 a black man like u had a bad hand/
your punches ain't potent, powerful poetry flows,
floats into your lungs and leaves opponents chokin/
philosophy's velocity will make u a mockery, own you like apostrophe "s" ,
u only fantasize of more than mediocrity/
while i manifest, the miracle of creation,
creative juices rain, brainstorm catagory 5 hurricane/
declare this thread a disaster zone head for the superdome,
yall ain't spittin dope this is stepped on methadone./
i don't need a thesaurus to dig deep inside your brain/
or to eat u like a tyrannosaurus suffering from hunger pains/
i'm a human metaphor for what clouds and thunder brings/
guess storm? u getting warm like a tropical depression,
reply and look to the sky as i deliver more lessons.

[SHRAP]

bitches stressin me, testin me like they tryna feel my weaponry
and i aint talkin bout the 7 that might make em feel heavenly
they seem to want that lead ejectin to make em die hellishly
them hoes aint worth a sentence plus they wont get a cent from me
every time i see em its this or that, that same old rap
give up the cat or shut ya trap, bitch u aint no mack
tryna hold back my pimp hand, tryin not to smack yo track out
ho u aint that fine, matter of fact u lookin cracked out
walkin round with yo tits and ass out, u get no love
few more years and youll be tryna suck my dick for a dub
im aimin for the game, u stay playin but i aint payin
and i aint namin no names, aint tryna give yall hoes fame
but you an inspiration to me, motivatin by hatin on me
once im on top youll come beggin, ill say get on yo knees
this the closest youll ever get to feelin happiness u wack bitch
when my dick is blastin its happy jizz all up in yo track bitch!!!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

It’s the graphical wizard ripping these emcees
To shreds wit flows that sharp as scissors/
Come at me wit the precision precisely I’m nice G
Write wit pens that be tighter than anything brighter/
Smoke allot of ganja, beat box like I’m from Rwanda
Got the deep voice, spitting was my choice of game/
Went from erector sets and trains to writing rhymes
Some were calling me insane that wasn’t all that came/
First choice for a rap name had to sound HARD n LARGE IN CHARGE
So I ran through a barrage and came up wit this/
I’m the M-A-S to the T-A who the fuck wants to funk wit me
You can call me the master when I blast ya wit lines that won’t shatter/
Scatter ya brains changed from battling rattling agile maggot
To a technocratic egomaniac flow brainic wit styles more chaotic/
So if you can stand the rap I kay slay the tape and bring you the mix back
Once I hack minds like Jean Grae I can flow wit the heavy spray like an AK/
Too many reviers dismay I flip flame broil these emcees wit nothing less
Expect me to dress like this and I flow like the rest, is the stupidest/
Regroup, recoup my doe come up wit a plan, skip town
Scam the man, filter n trace the wigs who sent the pigs/
Fled the scene document mind melds were mean
Similar to any Star Trek episode, I rather be logical like Spock/
Drop the hot starch fuck a farce my hearts in it like a pair of clubs
Run through these tracks like sprints when ink hits the pen
I jot down my ideas and cause mass hysteria, nothing scarier/

[Aclikyano]

sonnsss....

itz tha master man, capture fam, flashin clanz, end up raptured in-vanz..gashin ya glandz..
AtotheC wit da fastest handz..tha dash that stand..between ya bornday n deathdate iz-@-jet pase..
now......tossin-catch phraze-goin gimmie hedachez long as my rest / break..stay fresh allday..
Rep tha place..were Wucorp was born who thought of vaugh when he passed? tha streetz gassed..
not for weak ass..watch tha heat blast..talk ya deep crap end up in heap trash..bent up - ya reek bad..
I seek weeks, weak, of sheep who sleep n feed off mainstream..reaz iz every1 all made keen..to rappin..
skillz is known as wackness..and today club bangaz all u hear thru yappin..I stay clear of adaptin..
itz like theze children mindz kidnapped and..trapped in..forevah slackin they nevah practice..
Im catchin actorz..not 1 real nigga stepz to bat.. in turn wreckz tha path..

[TUCO]

boxin' in shadows similar to the hitman
this shit's like wrestling. ur the fan, i'm the big man
he's the contender, and she's the dirty trick manager
babyface questioning the cruel way he handles her
manhandled and served a hot plate of heel heat
from a crowd demanding defeat all the way to the cheap seats
his mean streak ends with the sound of the dreaded three count
ushers in a new era with his victory shout
color commentator cant seem to get over this bout
repeating footage of the heel's sore loser pout
next step in his career is the big man champ
who in his first sign of arrogance knocks babyface down the ramp
is he scared? is he confident? what are the odds??
can the much smaller underdog slay one of the Gods??
after weeks of hype, matches, and the occasional staredown
it all comes to a stop when the almighty bell sounds
he starts off with a punch-punch-kick combination
big man retaliates handing him a lip laceration
suplex after suplex he just keeps on ticking
wasn't long till he realized exactly what he's been missing
the heart of a champion, excellence in execution
powerbombs the giant thru the ring, no longer an illusion
locks him in submission, now his mission is clear
win or lose he turned optimism into thunderous cheers
5 minutes in position has the giant in tears
not as much as babyface whose gotten over his fears
another minute passes with his arms tightly fastened
the agony in the giant's eyes almost has the crowed saddened
although we expected the champion to reverse it
he taps out feeling he did the community a grand service
a passing of the torch of sorts before our very eyes
changed our lives and our knowledge of wats behind the storylines

[Dr Sleepwalker]

boxin' in shadows similar to the hitman
this shit's like wrestling. ur the fan, i'm the big man
he's the contender, and she's the dirty trick manager
babyface questioning the cruel way he handles her
manhandled and served a hot plate of heel heat
from a crowd demanding defeat all the way to the cheap seats
his mean streak ends with the sound of the dreaded three count
ushers in a new era with his victory shout
color commentator cant seem to get over this bout
repeating footage of the heel's sore loser pout
next step in his career is the big man champ
who in his first sign of arrogance knocks babyface down the ramp
is he scared? is he confident? what are the odds??
can the much smaller underdog slay one of the Gods??
after weeks of hype, matches, and the occasional staredown
it all comes to a stop when the almighty bell sounds
he starts off with a punch-punch-kick combination
big man retaliates handing him a lip laceration
suplex after suplex he just keeps on ticking
wasn't long till he realized exactly what he's been missing
the heart of a champion, excellence in execution
powerbombs the giant thru the ring, no longer an illusion
locks him in submission, now his mission is clear
win or lose he turned optimism into thunderous cheers
5 minutes in position has the giant in tears
not as much as babyface whose gotten over his fears
another minute passes with his arms tightly fastened
the agony in the giant's eyes almost has the crowed saddened
although we expected the champion to reverse it
he taps out feeling he did the community a grand service
a passing of the torch of sorts before our very eyes
changed our lives and our knowledge of wats behind the storylines

^ fuckin' dopeness hhahaa.. lovin' that ish

pea2e

[SHRAP]

how u gon fuck with this dojo of nothin but trained assassins
jugular veins we slashin, put guns up to brains and blast em
necks sprayin, fatal spasms, we got yall rainin plasma wit mac's
shatter your back, take your breath just like an asthma attack
we shatterin cats thats chatterin back, yall cant handle the facts
ill shoot all these haters cuz u know i got nuff ammo for that
make yall look like some cheese graters for tryna challenge me
overlooked your own mortality, now u just another fatality
welcome to my reality of endless torment, ceaseless pain
u aint need to be a psychiatrist to realize that this g's insane
bringin pain to hoes on a regular basis, disfigurin faces
thinkin this trigger is racist, one color or another im makin yo brain shift-
out the back of yo head, cerebral cortex im packin with lead
fallin into the demons vortex, evil forces attackin my head
thats why i gotta see u, then leave u fucked up like me
aint no other mothafucka in my town thats down 2 kill a slut like me

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

how u gon fuck with this dojo of nothin but trained assassins
jugular veins we slashin, put guns up to brains and blast em
necks sprayin, fatal spasms, we got yall rainin plasma wit mac's
shatter your back, take your breath just like an asthma attack
we shatterin cats thats chatterin back, yall cant handle the facts
ill shoot all these haters cuz u know i got nuff ammo for that
make yall look like some cheese graters for tryna challenge me
overlooked your own mortality, now u just another fatality
welcome to my reality of endless torment, ceaseless pain
u aint need to be a psychiatrist to realize that this g's insane
bringin pain to hoes on a regular basis, disfigurin faces
thinkin this trigger is racist, one color or another im makin yo brain shift-
out the back of yo head, cerebral cortex im packin with lead
fallin into the demons vortex, evil forces attackin my head
thats why i gotta see u, then leave u fucked up like me
aint no other mothafucka in my town thats down 2 kill a slut like me

THIS WAS A SHARP DART SON KEEP IT UP

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

It’s the B-1 bomber throwing heat
Wit complexions wrecks in effect/
Check the flow best protect cha neck
Because I’m breaking heads in when I’m ripping/
Flipping these flows wit multiple concepts
Interrupt cha set wet cha wit the flows like murderous attempt/
I crept through these pages wit stages after I waged war
Against these emcees who just come without thoughts/
I brought flames throwing out these names
Getting rid of my old alias so I resurrect…. /
Wit flows from emcees that inspired me
Everything from A Tribe Called Quest to Nas to Cube to Doom/
Now you can make room for a lyricist coming the most purists
I came from humble beginnings in a one room shack wit my peeps/
Now I spit from the depths of the streets where meets n greets
Happen wit daps and head nods as we steady dodging bullets/
Running the cops, bodies drop like flies from the heat
We beat the street but we still trapped between the concrete/
We either competiting to see who’s the nicest on the court
Or the nicest on the beat showing ya heart without playing ya cards/
I stayed barred from the yard for coming too hard without nails
I throw my hands in the mix and spit rhymes that kick spits/

[Mantra]

Ya'll know how i do it, drain bodies for the fluid..
shotty threw it, fates on ice like bruins..
True in the game, moving ton weighing tactics on unions..
Power-drive guys chatting bout my lady screwing..
Cats new in hip-hop, i'm easily chewing..
Beat em black n' blue..through windows their thru end..
Nobody knew him in the duplex, gave his girl a suplex..
For the noose threat, she's vexed, she wanted rough sex..
all she got was ciggaretts..
and a man looking dike that wanted to get her wet..

[Mantra]

war warrior poems i write in the closet full of enemy bones..
heavenly throne ruler..ugly medusa son with the chrome..
Sharks hit wit stone..liquid swords the war weapon..
scorch lessons..ladies lick my ball sessions..
Impressions great..backshots make em quake..
Eath raped..knees bloody..ballads phat like a pregnant womens belly..
Godbody flag rocker..orange juice mixed with the vodka..
throwing rappers in lockers.. school ya spot blockers..
Rocking properly proper..living large like my diet was whoppers..

[TUCO]

dammit this shit needs to be stickied

[TUCO]

everlasting bump

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

What the fuck is the music doing too you
It’s more confusing than Christmas- Hanukkah- Kwanzaa/
My flow be more bonanza than Chrismukkah
I’ll give you the efforts you never expected from a rapper/
I’m the beta kappa flow zapper rap packer hoe stacker
Now that’s I racking when I’m I rapping killing bars like fire escapes/
This is more than just a take it’s a way I can fake it
Just like a chick who just can’t take it/
My bars be butt ass naked similar to barbarian
Picture me rolling wit more stones than Conan/
I’m never too much for these Tonight Shows
When it’s Johnny Carson yo or Jay leno/
My rhymes are relento exponential
Street fight with you Alphas, Betas & Gammas/
Now you wanna get cha camera or sidekick
By the way we flick it up it wouldn’t be far that
I was the life of the party/
Hardy, hard ha announce me on the guest list
I’m the gifted technician spitting constructed bars over flows made at the OZ/
Now ya know we’re at odds running through beats
Like you shuffling cards check charts after information disseminates/