Shaolin Shadowboxing DOJO pt. III

[Chequita]

Crazy verse layin' busy displayin' no playin' tactics, blastin' rap rachets
Off tha rack cats come forth and get slapped wit tennis rackets
I practice this madness a mess for those who contest it's a collison crash hit
Classics crafted become smashes for masses of rappers trapped in mockery
i get props for flowin' properly on stage i'm a sight to see
Still roll wit tha trilogy my squad deep like killa bee's
Bitch please my head suckin' i hit it right others need fuckin' instructins
under construction emcee's are better off flippin' burgers, or bakin' muffins
never bluffin', just puffin' lye on tha i-95 in a fly ride headed to tha eastside
A beast on mics feast on sites always live up in wu-corp
At tha lab i'm lightin' mics up how smokers light newports

Damn that was fire! We should collab James.

[Mantra]

Who got it locked blastin' flocks of have-nots who can't rock a venue
Bring ya friends 2, ya'll just meals on this cannibals menu
Be-friend fools just 2 set em' up and have my lady stick a dagger through his nuts
then put tha bodybag in tha back off my truck
youv'e just been struck harder than a million nunchucks
These dumb fucks are so soft they couldn't hit a slut
I'm in tha cut crackin' up, are these cats comedians or what?
Stand up and watch my sword slice ya frame up
I came up poverty stricken spittin', and cuttin' in the kitchen
Fuck what you kickin' listen as i butcher tha chickens
Rippin' heads from knecks after tha mic-check
Unleash tha off tha leash attack just like Jet
Impact made em' black-out like red n' meth
And the only evidence i left was spit on the ground, and my initials in his chest

[RockD]

sound effect get yo recked and splattered
turn yo brain in to chop sui as it desolves to matter
wat i gather is u goin thru antic desposition
playin against a shadow boxer is a bit bravery mixed wit mistysism
learn how to play yo postion before yo ground collapse
give u i shot but yo brain relapse
thinkin "how he hittin me so many time with one dart from the temple"
is not just me its my whole dojo of kenpo
we movin at high speed racin mac 5
while u tryin to concentrate we done sealed yo eyes
u staggerin and wonderin wat has just come thru
Shalin master represntin the wu
peace to the crew that gave me the initiation
and made me a solid member of the freestyle sensations

[Mantra]

Many cats collapse unable to run tha marathon laps
God speed new breed emcee bringin' tha ruckus where busters at
Loungin' to be found in a pond, i'm in tha forest settin' up under-ground traps
Stashin' gats, and bats switchin' up kicks, shirts, and hats
The one crook tha cops can't catch cause i cover my steps
And rep wu like Meth, only difference i bring methods of death
Camaflouged ninja in ya atmosphere fearless
Hear the thunder crack as i attack ya leaders
Destroy bodies just to abduct tha spirits
Apperance causes interference wit signals never clearin'
Ya radio needs repair when i drop it on ya head then ya eyes tearin'

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Top of the food chain in this game
We play but few learned the angle/
Instead of indulgence in bangles
Dames and whips I just spit and make mine/
Sensible to the credentials laid out found dating back
To the essence we accredit as the golden age/
I put mine in pages stayed away
From feudal engagements/
While those stay stagnant
I build on skills built already/
Most thinking the end is getting money
But really it’s only the beginning of the story/
Flooding the streets is overdosing you gotta just
Come potent quoting the best making yourself notice/
I stay focused depositing knowledge like coins in the arcade
Evade heads like SO-COM I bomb wit arms like alarms go off/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

The debacle of a disaster I master management skills
But bush’s character judgment is null and void plus he can’t build/
Call him a “DRONE” for his clone ways mind as well been
Return of the Jedi instead of The Empire Strikes Back/
I hack ya mind of men like Jean Grae don’t gimme credit
But the show must go on associated pressing heads/
Addressing wit no less than the covenant I place nothing above it
I raise my cup of blood hung heads higher known to many as Tech/
But if I’m grave digging pulling the roots of the devil marvel in hell
I spell heaven haven making my bed sword swing cut cha head wit lead/
Bleed words a nation nerves rock harder than the death of 2Pac
But I ain’t coming at cha I’m going at cha full speed wit no sign of impede/
I read cha manuscript pimp the system I ain’t just visiting I’m a resident Letting nothing other than president to present a pre-sent a gift of nothing/
So u can stike to governing but I’m chess strategizing knocking heads Back farther while still capturing there queen and killing their king-dom/

[Aclikyano]

CHea................ BX BOROUGH ONE TIME... 169th / Marcy / Walton..........
yO .. yO yi Yo...

Standin walkin damage orphanz cursed to abortionz thoughtless murderin children morphin..
By voilence.. catz wilin puttin bruthaz in coffinz "those who often lost it".. aint nuthin fortunate..
I aint frontin.. Im watchin it.. day by week tha faceless streetz replacin peepz who aim to be...
Sumthin.. college dreamz.. nothin.. knowledge seen eruptin then get busted in coliseumz..
Full of ignorance n hollow beingz.. Bronx NY.. art of meaningz.. Graf hedz n part of fleein..
copz seein n not recievin.. shotz cauze anemic distort sneakin in doorz defeatin ya thoughtz..
endin ya life.. bleedin of course.. Itz all people who fought but cant contained a amped brain..
Often express anger.. IM spittin off tha best banger.. Madlib Soul Sonata.. but wait hold tha drama..
Ma lava flowz oddly change.. off subject but remain raw.. so fucc lame hors hatin dogz dat spit war..
Cuz dat wa it seem like when U gleemin light.. but hethenz might be blinded by tha heat @ night..
Ima reason why mad hedz changed.. now spittin flavor on Season'd Mics- tha best made. Team of Ripe..
who developed leadin sight.. n now peoplez flight.. all cuz One one MC named AC so be polite..



PEACE n LIFE...........

[PJ FlemFlam]

probe'n the outskirtz of my brain wave , a wift of this rave, i work my way around the spark thatz spectacular , a mirage ponders me vernacular , a bee bounce'n roun to yo flower i bumble ,breath control deflect'z edible responses humble, receive meritz fo conduct, the funnel of this hurricane abductz,cabbage in the sink,icee color pink,treasures signal a dare,reflect to my stare,ridin the "L",create'n a spell,biochemical equation,set the stage in,spit the invasion,learn'd adaption,far from distraction,propell out the contraction,in the midst of rapture,prepair for capture,bust'd head fracture,try'n to latch on,don't start cha flap on,overthrow'n time at it'z brink,blow a kiss back & wink,PJ sayz he's nyce,i'm not roll'n with yo rig'd dice,take your time or pay the price,not with your lyfe,just strife,i didn't mean to turn you on,let'z be fair so long,out the blue gadget,out of this world magic,a pattern release tactic,hit the pool splash'n,warriorz clash'n,can't wait ask em,don't try to be deep fashioned,they come & go,perception eruptz start the flow,becareful though,of a radiant glow,storm getz cold try'n ta see through rain,sleet,snow,shake my hand ,be my friend you've been digg'n 'n the garbage can

[Mantra]

Yeah,

Speed racer wack rapper replacer decorating faces wit razors for favors

Got blood drippin' off my pencils eraser as lyrics of rage flame tha paper

I'm the major figure snatchin' autographin' ya girls napkin tonight back-shot action

Vagina tappin' specialist squirt on the satin sheet satisfaction

Back in some bull-shit had to pull quick tha burners out

In ya mouth mumblin' lead to pistol-whippin' time-out

I rhyme bout drama that's real tha seed ol' earth threw out

Sippin' Guiness-Stoute wit Steve in tha bar writing wit ease

Trees burnin' the breeze smokey leaves please the get high need

Sharks receive wounds courtesy of tha hammer-head platoon

Back wit that boom-bap light tha mic watch tha walls in room crack

Ladies like who's that then get addressed, and undressed then i'm shiftin' their gaps

Out to relax tha noddie head mack, i'll never perm my naps

Countin' stacks in tha Ac, it's all or nothin' frontin' nucca's get tha crack

[PJ FlemFlam]

Re: The Dart Board
hit you head with a brick,i'm the sideline vick,quit talk'n shit
put you in a pit,look'n all sick, release my clip,hold ya lip,now watch ya slip
take a cat nip,you ain't cold,try'n ta act bold,behind the counter behold
roundz hittin ya from ev'ry angle,dance bo jangles,my wordz do strangle,
wanna tango,i use my fangz yo,stank'n azz,suffer'n sucka tazz
hit my lines duplicate,need to recuperate,i know plenty of wordz,you just on the verge,
now you're serv'd,try'n ta splurg,ran into the curve
this time i'ma spit fire line fo line
yo decisions cost you the crime
talk'n bout i can't rhyme
on credit you need someone ta co-sign
you probably blind to these dayz & times
poet that can show then know it
grasp'n the mike ta flow it
stunt'd hair growth you know you can't grow it,
pick'n influences from not so deep artist
think'n you've gain'd info from the wu ta spark this
late night creep i leave you in da park bitch
it might sound so deep put'n together
fever now your under the weather
catch up i'm too clever
pull down ya lever
you got the clapz can't give you a hand clap
seen on the sidewalk i gave you a slap
all you do iz flap all that jap
skinz you cant' even tap
fly'n across the room
you're a buffoon with a bunch tunes
you'll retreat soon
fed with a silver spoon
think'n your a silver back
i can't cut know slack
beat ya mini me ta jack
won't catch the aroma of contact
my thoughtz are intact
try'n ta play ball in the court
i play you as a sport
a alien of some sort,
burn ya with the torch
get back on the porch this fire might leave ya scorch'd

[Phillies]

Mc's can barely breath, like they got astma
weakness lies in stamina, after medics examine ya
another closed chapter, from a book thats unpublished
simply rubbish for the rummage, right there's ya short coming
bleed the the blood of a ninja,sword made of liqid
enternal wounds have been afflicted, soul burns b4 its lifted
never seen a killa, well i fit the description
dip shit! niggaz is clowns, all fiction!
drop a couple bars, cause i know i can do it
screw it! get used to it, What! i dont give a fuck
Lol

[MASTER PAI MEI]

never heard an angel sing cuz ya lost fallen and burnt you're own wings,
contaminated I pull your strings heard ya scream when ya seen my beam,
aimed at your forehead spineless is your theme livin in dreams cut off the lean,
a bastard kid is what you seem thinking you're mean ya just a machine,
cut you off clean your lyrics are mis-guided while ya hit with shoulder missles I'm firing,
potatoe head emcees get sliced like french fries annoint you with my fists and you take a dive,
livin a lie you walk in disguise toothless and selfish livin low like a shelfish,
no one can help ya you smell of repellent surgically disected I leave you rejected,
despiteful despondent depression deranged your lyrics are lame like a dog with mange,
thinking ya great while you're rappin in vain ya just a stain Ill deprogram ya name,
deputy dipshit thats ya new moniker thinkin ya smart but your more like a follower,
hollow head thoughts ya brains tied in knots its to late you've been lyrically SHOT
BigBen goes for dolo Pop blowing backs out in the dojo spot running this like Flo Jo non-stop

[Undead Ninja]

What the fuck do they know about the Ninja
I sit on the roof got you smokin that Genja.
Be feared as I blast on your ass fuck around with me
be the last nigga ta grasp my flow. As I spit U.N. mathmatics
fo sho. Big Ben in the mothafuckin house
spittin rhymes out, fake nigga's can't tough this real shit the level I spit
is realer than real iz!
Call me Moses I gave youi the laws and you choose not ta own it
N>I>N>J>A> what the fuck do bitch nigga's gotta say!

[Mantra]

Back again quoting tha 1-10 on battlefields beheading wicked men
Wipin' tha blood of my sword askin' Allah for forgiveness knowin' i'll do it again
Defend my fam, and friends to tha death til' then let's toast to tha best
Causin' after-effects like karma tha bulletproof monk honored in Ghana

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Splish splash my sword swings
Expand my wings like Rodan/
Hammer head blow you’re confidence
To bits stay full equipped for any jack/
Most theses emcees is suckers doing what they can Most real emcees is doing what they feel regardless/
Hardly am I amongst any defined rhyming often
On the mic setting up my debut repute any disputes/
I got wit any opponent whether it be a feud or a beef Trying to teach the youth this ain’t the way u reach/
Feed the need sharpen them blades
On the end of my grenade exploding in ya face/
This ain’t church where the pastor’s faker
Than the breast ya old lady got implanted/
Thinking she hot dancing around flaunting her stuff In videos and X-rated porn yo trying to say that’s hot, that’s hip hop/
Nah man that ain’t real what perpetrating behind fake imagery Stating drugs are cool & a culture full of dealers and fools/
Thugs are just tools to means and a end to that means The government is behind every door, floor board and whore/
Thinking you gonna become a emcee, a dj, a producer overnight This is emceeing, this is hip hop better wake the fuck up & smell da coffee/
It takes years, months, weeks, even decades for this u Dr Seuss, Humpty Dumpty, Grinch wanna be looking like the “black” Elmer Fudd/
You got real cats like me and others looking like assess just cuz You’re dumber than a brick uneducated prick the lines of division are gone/
Beckons no long you being played like a pawn gotta move like a knight Fight like a bishop, attack not as a victim but as a victor/