"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Slang bang the beat; rip the wax chin strapping the taxes
You maxing out credits I edit leaving more in debt than in credit/
Vet it never rated cream pie outwardly lied thru ya teeth
I feel ya beef roast emcees like lunch meat, get cha two pieced
Who’s going to be a beast when ya just bleeding with ya knuckles bruised/
Used up ya flames open gates cautionary tales vibrant whales get scaled twisted ties dipped out flies get frozen when they seen like I spied, know how I rhyme it down to a science looking like kitchen appliances, trying to remain defiant/
Never reliant on operation parameters vehicular man-slaughter author daughters by how carve out cha boarders, know how to graffiti, sticks in slums see some crumble under the ruckus they knew they couldn’t mess with the organics/
Why panic when you fully metallic trying pedal to the mental when you’re just metal piece, beast wise fire fly iron tide seen thru natures ides/
Dried tears veered off roads, drove more miles than toads crossing
Foster fits trying grip more mitts than naps in the sack when I rack a pack/
Jack a clock timed out cha fastest pace wasted been hipped to swordsmanship
Checking the boards piecing these cats like pawns in my cipher/
Switching stances knighted romance dimed out dirks
Know ya get jerked outta dirt convert cha ops to rocks and pebbles
Now ya caving in more caverns than mouths got cavities, rapidly ripping/
Sick teeth fifther split wigs down the slides found fries in places only visited in narrow spaces, in cases I mason those with a bet cha won’t find ether/
Preach on featured on greats gripping classic comical armed mechanized
Checking times in the wild when those were wise by how I was ioned/

[Mantra]

it's deception i'm wireless no connection or sense of direction the blind leaders feel god wrath even with satan protection hell army defeated with no chance of resserection the resident raising revolution on the evil with weapons careless how many years old graves of spared souls the feeling of fear cold the grateful dead scroll buried in a hollow cave hole understanding policies century old of how a human sells their soul for status and gold 13 arrows of war shot at me fore i cleared the devils road

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Sheepish Lord of Chaos is an animal
mandible by any protraction increasing the bars by any given reaction/
been speaking on topics within the minds AR Optics
now your just a novice to anything remotely competitent/
graced no feet not featured in cheats
beat cha with cleaver beaver ain't even meet/
graph Farsi on your portrait making another Glover cloned
in Rome dialect prose in flows rose above Hades/
taking down the gods making odds in man favor more memorable
ripping heads back down to the simplest genetic code as I unload/
tree trunk diamond punk you suckers with more moves
than any emcee can use when he in the ring with me/
I am the Dean Malenko of written leaving emcees twice shy 3rd time bitten
tipping the scales where even mavericks wouldn't play
even at cha apex my synapse is relaxed in checkpoints
you can't even find with Google Earth/

[Dark Matter]

Intercontinental when pictures drawn with the pencil/
Predicament’s consequential for not hittin pause in the intro/
Gargantuan, accumulate strength in great measures/
Temperament makes studios shake and break levers/
Change the weather- mobile catastrophe, global inaccuracy/
Raining firewater with ice smoldering rapidly/
Mold disaster scenes, aid stations thaw victims/
All flippin’, trapped in my quotations frost bitten/
Thoughts sick em like a rabid hound trackin you down/
Thought you slipped em lookin’ back’ll astound, tackled to ground/
Turn emcees on rotisserie abdomen starts to smoke/
Until they’re virtually history mastering art of choke/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

My mish here is to bomb flows, destroy all lines
soundbombing underline time out cha prime is a dime dusted angelically rusted
seeing how i never found my clone get cha clones get cha down like planes in the desert/
my measure was an expert, been a spitter since 97 dead heaven back in the church
with the darts and at the pulpit spitting more flows straighter than the reverand has sermons/
unopen see how bloody been new dust til dawn wanted a lawn
get off mine, check the rhyme and wax poetic get it more kinetic
than anything General Electric and Con Ed could even cook up/
Native New Yorker never like her even as a Hurricane
dissing those Sandy's been a brandy E&J type a cat ripping jacks outta facts
from my knapsack protoplasm leaving most spilled on stage in a rage off the page
like a painting or another graffti tag/

[Mantra]

constant royal flushes the floor he crushes impressing those too cowardly to throw punches screws loosen dispersing bombs on buses tell papi if he wants drama he can do the lambada on crutches

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

clutches dust Aruba known skipping frames watch cha video scream and screech like screech's sex tape think its fantasy like "one night in paris", bitch cha got no titties
snip out cha goggles play loose i quiver snap ya lungs leave ya deaded and prosecuted/

[Mantra]

after judas came the brutus dump filler bodies of looters carefully hidden by a crate stacked prowlers dare not gaze back we train and rape tracks asap i live 4 hip hop but hate rap keep your swagger but don't test a jungle nigga with an ape's back

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

shifting games make names off of hustles we slays dominate the tapes tripping over flows flossing bones over chained rope domes making heads roll off the hook/
when i play my rook, stampede features in sheathes bleed knees
drained timed out destruction ring harvested lungs like borgs "resistance is futile"/
brutality marvel madness steined out glasses trying to be a mayor like Corey Booker
hook and crook ya clones shift cha out of change, know my range/
told cha gameplay was just a box with x marks the spot
told how my gui languaged was nicknamed "Ryu"/
creedo calm before a storm rosery beads are the norm
tossing tanks like The Hulk before a prison break/

[MosHigh]

reppin' as i'm steppin conceal weapon keep under wave caps
only expose the 360 pose when under attack
no snap back a beret commando ready to handle any brigade
from the G I be made in His image so don't call me a renegade
cause i refuse to conform to your systems of things to the stars i cling
celestial be my pestal as i peep you in luxury cars screaming money aint a thing
bring common sense to the dense when i commence to dispense
rinse brains before i start to munch on their subconsciousness
sponsored by your honor appointed judge from the one i love
up above you can't erase or rub me out the spot like stonewall i rock
i got that action for any jackson if you think you can move me with your gloc

[ArcherPriest]

studied mysteries of babylon, fucked mothers of harlots
took box cutters to scarlet jugs in gutter apartments
where the cops dont even go, its like some other department
a paid squadren of rogues, undercover as marksman
busted rubbers on clothes, strippers covered in garland
thats the way we doin shit we cant be wonderin where God is
pullin plugs on you prophets, view the Son as an object
the Sun of Godhead's, not-checked, summon beyond death..
words to live by, your births a live -right-
you search up this high, burst ya windpipes
n burn ya diskdrives, as serpent fists fly

[$inista]

out maneuver you loozers turn abusive on you Medusas, snake in the grass serpents serve their purpose hurting concurring they made their mistakes disturbed i got what it takes & my interpretation is great spoken nova explosive escalate euphoric overtones to out shine frozen souls throwing stones i'ts like death infected ya chromosomes overthrow ya philosophy crush yo skull & bones with the velocity of my anthology

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

pathological armed with a baptist chronicle come on you're not that logical
trying trap and die when you housing is trapping you making you die slowly/
coma co-d emcee deadly drop a gem on e'm like mobb deep
don't become sheep to the slaughter i am the author of chaotic torture/
tomahawk flown through a diatribe open lives like a therapist on a couch
owned opinion driven through whimsical means play the game, read my story/
horrific timed out covering fire wired tighter than limbs strapped like a knee brace
own cased faced tasted victory, its a miracle fusion
don't do the dance if you can power up over nine thousand/
opposition spark a flame drained thru the game
chess match token tax master facts coming at cha like a five headed dragon/

[Mantra]

my subconcious glisten kinetic genetics spreaded offensive offense wind strong to knock em off since the tribe era my lines terror if i want to see god i look in the mirror image is clearer than waxed floors niggas don't want to stray in my lane their taking detours killing tracks wack producers sent to the beat morgue

[MosHigh]

ninjitsu utensils i utilize for your demise
sodomize minds left and right hemisphere at the same damn time
stars i toss will drop nggas like Rick Ross
for an ounce i'll pounce on any so called big boss
think your life has no cost soon you'll be sleepin under some moss
battle grounds are littered with your predecesors who've lost
i run amongst the wind akin to photons when i spit that jinn
attack and snap a proton's back to nuclear react the hem on ya cap
kick ya roof off the map i be Him i thought i told you that
trained with seraphims wings evolved into limbs
so the fly shit i write keeps me hovering over ya brims....