Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

dead e'm i ready e'm like tape decks
check the deck for pairs come up wit pocket aces/
switching armors leaving head boggled wit full throttle logic
closed in college hosting battles killing emcees wit a shake-n-rattle/
break a neck or too emergin' submergin' disturbin' the peace verbalizin'
my conscience putting a rest to this nonsense/
i got lyrics concrete stone granet armed to the teeth i'm a bandit
check me from every angle trying catch a perpetrator like me/
SVU couldn't see me wit microscope and dental records
tellin' e'm i ain't connected to society or it's networth trying to get at me and my network/

[Mantra]

Tha war begins so i look within to find tha strength to win
It all depends on speed so i fufill the need to see em' bleed
Roll emcee's up like weed then smoke em', were high above ya league
enemies when we meet ya dead meat, bodies, and bones decorate tha streets
I move discreet tha weak copy me, watch kings get overthrown
Takeover thrones coldblooded until i blast tha chrome
Poem are potent my potential got me shinin' against opponents
It's on kids get kidnapped, and parents get paralized opposin' black
strapped wit a verbal mack, watch me lay 10 mc's fast
As i thrash wit masked ninjas , swing swords and injure
Use my pen to penetrate any head out to catch me like bait
You can murder me a million times, and i'll be back like Jason from Crystal Lake
I demonstrate straight terror, to terrorize ya era
tha dumb, deaf, and blind ain't tha rhyme time to impare ya

[Mantra]

I attack like a mother bear protecting her cubs, come test tha thug and get tha opposite of luv
Face defeat and hold tha grudge, it was self defense i told tha judge
Blow ya plug as u malfunction i floor ya wit rapid punchin', i'm always into something
These commercial rappers sayin' nothing, and fronting about tha drama they bring
Better bring a offering and bow in tha presence of kings
Control tha globe like a puppetmaster wit strings
Cuz the wack are annoying like hearing Ja rule sing

[SurreaL]

hrmm....... I'll give myself 7 min's to write.

Why play game's when you know I play for the keep,
I play on a streak, a royal flush, read it and weep.
Life is a game, one life, ride it like a 2-5 range rover,
but don't crash it sober, that's a waste of a game over.
go out blazin, fuck bullet's grazin' my face,
try to leave me out of place, and leave me erased.
but I can't lose, put my money in, I claimed the rank,
now you cashed out lookin for advance's, now take the shank.
and kill yourself, better you're health, have fun with it,
cause remember this is just a game, now I'm done with it.

keep comin people.

[Life-Giving-Sword]

word first things first man your fuckin with tha worse...haha just playin...tell ya what though thats the rhyme that got me hook on tang..

[Life-Giving-Sword]

Apocrypha to diciphah the hypah no stereotypah
true to word god locked down like a lifah
bad idea cuz i buck ya down like a snipah
verbal herbal never transferable
fuckin with me that shit unnerrable
my brolic style got ya mad fuckin sick
dirty spit dont come quick fucker quit ridin ......get off ma dick
alabama slamma slam ya with my bammah with a cock of the hammah leavin ya for dead
fuck I rip shit dipshit so whatcha wanna say?
punkass trick wanna play get out the way fuck ya up wit out delay
moby dick motherfucker pull out my steamah you know what i meanah? .308 fuckah no wak ass nina. be a good duckah...fuckah bitch hitchhikin while im da mean truckah 16 wheelah mad cap peelah forealah

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Ayyo
I Flip Knowledge Never Dropped Outta Sight
Been In Mind Like First Base It's A Rat Race at a Snails Pace/
Disburst Heat But Never Caught A Case
Seen The Taste Can't Do Dem I Screw E'm Like Music/
I Abuse It Switchin' Foots Like Chucks Duck Dem Nikes
Ike And Tina Back At Like Porno Chicks Ain't Never Get Fucked/
Don't Think Cuz I'm Spitting And I Dip-lo-wit-auto-matics
That My Swords Can't Get Cha Tragedically Slayed Like A Mixtape/
This Is The Net And You Getting Ya Panties In A Bunch
Before Coogi's Copped And Album Just Floped/
You're Flocked Flocked Back To Southern Americas
I Hear And Say Etc,etc But Don't Say I Ain't Say It/
I Spit Forty Cal But Cha Rhymes Be Plowed Like Snow Flakes Don't Get Baked Like Cake For Them Carvel Bakery's/
I Hate To Simplify It But Cha Blimp Just Got Hijacked And Pimped Like The Movie Da "the Mack" The Tech Is Back/

[Mantra]

I leave niggas stressed like weedheads out of cess
don't test tha vets or catch shots like veternarians give pets
I run through sets like rats in projects
Ya'll prospects catch wet shirts from original gun clappin' experts
Put in work like b.g.'s after o.g. status sprayin' enemies wt automatics
When it coomes to freeestylin' i'm a addict at it
Brains splattered in tha driver's seat wit tha windshield shattered
On my right arm all my victims named are tatted
I'm just kidding and gettin' comical
Let me calm my flow, maxin' like coach potatoes
tight on tha mic like a python hold
Wit cha' head in the clutch, split ya face like a dutch

[TONE TORCH]

LOCK DOWN CONFINED 6x9 DEATH SCROLLS MY MIND/

SUICIDE DO OR DIE THINKING THATS ALL I CAN FIND/

SUPERSTITUOS BUT STILL CROSS MY OWN PATH/

TWICE REMOVED FROM MY PATH TO FIND STILL CHASED BY LUCIFER'S LAUGH/

BUT I MOVE TO SMOOTH NOT EVEN HE COULD GROOVE MY MOVES/

USE TOOLS TO ABUSE AND BLOW LIKE A FUSE/

THE STORY I'M TELLING IS COMPELLING IT'LL MAKE THE MOST SMARTEST CONFUSED/

ROLL YOUR TREES AND BLAZE A 50 SACK/YA DIG ME BLACK/AYO DIG THIS MACK

6'3 STOCKY AND CRAZY DEMEANOR/ENVY IS WHAT DO EYES JUST GET GREENER/

LYRICAL VERB SAYA/SPIRITUAL HERB SLAYA/NITROUS OXIDE FLOW/POINIOUS 2 THOSE THAT DON'T UNDERSTAND THE FLOW

[MASTER PAI MEI]

sick systems sadistic victims masochist blister
callous crawdads whisper a cats sensitive whiskers
bread bag twisters triple sec sweet and sour mixers,
take two to the kisser rice boiled then set on simmer,
steven king curse thinner its an oil and water mixture,
painting the overall picture we're treated like fixtures....

[SHRAP]

fixtures of light hang in the kitchen
make sure the mixture is right, no switchin
a little deviation got a lot of consequence
chosen for mediation cuz I sit on the fence
no white picket, cut through chain links
smash your nose until your nickname's Sphinx
hate to touch ya, demolish your facial structure
rap renegade rip rounds causin racial rupture
but we all in together through the coldest of weather
yall gon freeze to death, i put holes in ya sweater
black hooded monks rockin Timberland boots
pass me the rock I put it in the damn hoop
yall call me MJ, plus I got the heart of a bull
the heart of a snake out his chest I will pull
Shrap lead the stampede, chargin security
daughter of any shade, i'll darken her purity

[Mantra]

Yeah,

Industructable wordplay is praised and it stays hotter than sunrays
See me lampin' in tha Bronx where tha guns spray
Everything is everything , were shadow boxin' dojo kingz
I pull niggas cards and snatch their queens
Freestyle fiend, clavicles a murder machine
Have ya team m.I.A. like Kell 16
Expose ya spleen wit one sword swing
You were chosen to be opened up, bloody shirt soaked enough
Classic like The what track, after i blaze a sack i throw grenades at cats
That shit i be smokin' got people thinkin' Johny Blaze is back

[MASTER PAI MEI]

shucked oysters taken from the moisture
boisterous voice thrower flame spit broiler
rattle snake recoiler strike never warn ya
bottom bunk bitch get up get over,
costco chiken get the rotisseri roaster,
ben & shrap aimer toasters twisting voltage wrapped up to go get orders thrown sick flip head's chopped like fish served up with chips meat ground with shits then pounded into pattys served uncooked you're shitting ya panties stuck to the toilet nervous system unfolding shaking an moaning fakes flock together with feathers seagulls sailing the stormy weather get an alkaseltzer blow ya belly up now ya laying in the stretcher victim of the catchers mitt fast talkers sly sliders and knuckle ballers quick 3 strikes cracked thats it!

[Mantra]

I'm not Wesley Snipes but i'm known 2 carry a blade
Robbin' hoods like suge until my salaries made
Fuck rockin' chains i'm rockin' mics bombin' ya fighters from planes
Murder tha game wit 300 bars hit cats so hard they'll see birds, and super-stars
And whoever gets involves gets their faces decorated wit scars
we can battle for riches let's see if u can hang like Salem witches
I'm wicked with this freestyle if i see trial i'll body the witness
leave my competition burning like gonnerea infected bitches
spit in a hurry darts flurry tha sky occupy tha graves for crews to be buried alive

[Mantra]

Mad maxin' wit thundercats in tha hood, clappin' tha mac, dissin' cheesy rats
Raps worthy of a standing applause in Jersey, attracting bird flocks weep
As i step away my names hollared in the street, i play 4 keepsake
Goddegree beats bang out my speakers, i kick off tha head features
Peeps jump of the bleachers, and cheer tha leader beater
Holdin' heater tactics, on the range deranged bastard blaster
pass ya instructions to avoid tha destruction
I dis-functions smashin' pumpkins, see skinned amatuers
Tha snake damager, in tha game of death tha refs keepin' score