"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[Mantra]

Return of the majestic, well respected, in the hood i got stripes like leopardsFuck a team, my guns have me well protected, ya'll slugs are interceptedDimes follow me like sheep follow the shepard, fuck chics by the flocksLove my peoples, but i won't hestiate to shoot a cop like Pac didMy drops hit harder than drop-kicks, plus they get toxicPack an Ox big, we can shoot it out, or polliticNiggas on my block sick, they'll chop ya like some rocks kidHate to be violent, but when i blaze, shots hit hearts quickNever was a thug, but pops said i was hard, never gave him a hugOne day he beat my mother over drugs she flushed, my right hook rocked his mugJust how it is living in the heart of the city there's no love

[Bigot Hitman]

Me and my niggas is cold, but we don't know a freeze'in point
That boil'in point,
Is always close just like the holy ghost//
On any "corner" we "demand attention"
Cuz we all jerry rice status
Pioneers that re-uped during suspensions//
We stick together like a school of fish
But don't need strength in numbers
One on one barber battles, call it the duel of "clips"//
Lay'in my rules down on green paper
Spit in all out reach'in hands
Then back to the ranch where we wrestle gators//
Not the typical type, i was do'in right
But saw death and turned left
Felt like pedometers was quickly count'in my last steps//
Now i move with out fear,
The top of the food chain herbivore, smoke'in
Like i need weed to breathe
Locked in eye for eye murder wars//
Ain't no sunny skies in this underwater cave
If the rain comes tomorrow...
We bout flood it, and the leave the clouds blooded
With out sorrow//
I will turn yo gun to yo own fam, its like Rawanda
Brothers kill'in they sisters
Mother's they husbands
Axe in yo back from the arm of yo closest cousin//

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I’m the Carmello Anthony to this
Emcees continuing to spit it……
So legit and not so exquisite/
I recluse to lose refuse to get booed
My flows ain’t no fluke or a joke
I’m a just juke e’m out their shoes/
Whenever I bar write it’s a eulogy
Giving you the blues to be/
Becoming to not so becoming
My lyrics drum up patterns
So sick you couldn't replicate/
While you speculate I emulate and
Renovate while they end cha wait/
My drought be clouds moving
Evaporating into rain drops/
After you freeze I continue to burn like acid rain
Took the name from the flavor of my unit/
Technocratic, we recruit it….
While yall just dispute it just….
Like top 10 lists of who’s the best/
Unlisted gifted limited
When I’m unequivocal lyrical/
Yall cats can’t get the coaches
To adapt to the players sensibility/
So you try and attack their creditability
Similar to Bill Cunningham at a McCain rally/
You’re points are valid but nothing but rabid
Flip flop ya views like most republicans do/
Why do I have to cannibalize the bars and flows?
And eat you up like I’m Lord of the Flies/
Or place you in the pits of tarderus
And watch these creatures naw at cha soul
Forever ever….forever ever…. /

[SKAMPOE]

Notionz Of DemonS Infiltrate God Bodys Since Da Begining Of Time,
5% Nigga Still Drinkin Wine From Da Blood Of That Swine,
I Heard Through The Grape Vine,
Priests In Vatican City Coverin Up Sex Crimes,
While They Curse They Family Nigga I Bless Mine,
SPIT RYMES,
THAT RICOCHET THROUGH BONE LIKE TEK NINES,
So U Know My Pressence Its Felt,
Da Cards That I Dealt Was Mu Fuckin Dirty Ass Hell,
Now Niggaz Knee Deep In The Shells,
Tryna Get Cream Like When The Wu Rock Bells!


Peace

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Notionz Of DemonS Infiltrate God Bodys Since Da Begining Of Time,
5% Nigga Still Drinkin Wine From Da Blood Of That Swine,
I Heard Through The Grape Vine,
Priests In Vatican City Coverin Up Sex Crimes,
While They Curse They Family Nigga I Bless Mine,
SPIT RYMES,
THAT RICOCHET THROUGH BONE LIKE TEK NINES,
So U Know My Pressence Its Felt,
Da Cards That I Dealt Was Mu Fuckin Dirty Ass Hell,
Now Niggaz Knee Deep In The Shells,
Tryna Get Cream Like When The Wu Rock Bells!


Peace

It’s the 75th up on 125th
Spitting darts so fast I round 165th/
Spark ya upper lips wit a punch
So glaring ya staring at the ground/
Smash the sound clown you frown
One ounce of pain takes its name/
Given game driven rhymes living
Darken hearts wit spades to sharpen darts/
Output be dense wit an ill sense
Of flows so intense they cause aneurisms/
Weaponry precise wit rice I eat emcees up
Like women who like to crunch ice/
Written in flight mach 5 driven rode glow
Shark bite Michael jack those bars/
Wit hasten horrors I leave chopped and faded
Swift wit boats from quotes and points like a barber/
No one lines lighter wit fireproof dirty bomb enough ammo
Give me rhythm and charms checking alarms/
Ring the bell fights go well wit skills we excel
Like spreadsheets and PowerPoint’s on MS DOS/
Cost cha whole fortune importing important documents
Wit docking bays that ain’t even mp3 worthy/
I spit it curvy vivacious wit aces up my sleeve
Relieve these generals over everything with one sneeze/
So I breeze quick off a track like The Flash
Carrying orbs around me like Mr. Terrific/
It’s so perfect I work wit sharp harps
Stringing slivers into your liver/
No arrows I still make ya veins quiver
Now these emcees try stand n deliver/

[Mantra]

Words written become real life situationsYa'll drive vehicles, i use mental transportationMeditation for stimulation in the dojo surrounded by SatanCritics hating, and rating these rhymes i'm makingHalf the games fake friends, only out for ya endsDemanding that you kep em finacially stableIf theyr'e willing, and able they'll lay-low, hit ya head above it's a hayloSo cold the wind blows , looking out my project windowsWatching fiends spend doe, and so many selling their soulsConsidered by society as zeros, but to the seeds a heroGrowing idolizing Robert Deniro, i fear no human i'm inhumaneWalk on blocks so hot they couldn't be put out with rain

[SKAMPOE]

It’s the 75th up on 125th
Spitting darts so fast I round 165th/
Spark ya upper lips wit a punch
So glaring ya staring at the ground/
Smash the sound clown you frown
One ounce of pain takes its name/
Given game driven rhymes living
Darken hearts wit spades to sharpen darts/
Output be dense wit an ill sense
Of flows so intense they cause aneurisms/
Weaponry precise wit rice I eat emcees up
Like women who like to crunch ice/
Written in flight mach 5 driven rode glow
Shark bite Michael jack those bars/
Wit hasten horrors I leave chopped and faded
Swift wit boats from quotes and points like a barber/
No one lines lighter wit fireproof dirty bomb enough ammo
Give me rhythm and charms checking alarms/
Ring the bell fights go well wit skills we excel
Like spreadsheets and PowerPoint’s on MS DOS/
Cost cha whole fortune importing important documents
Wit docking bays that ain’t even mp3 worthy/
I spit it curvy vivacious wit aces up my sleeve
Relieve these generals over everything with one sneeze/
So I breeze quick off a track like The Flash
Carrying orbs around me like Mr. Terrific/
It’s so perfect I work wit sharp harps
Stringing slivers into your liver/
No arrows I still make ya veins quiver
Now these emcees try stand n deliver/

sorrounded by the gods and the pharraos,
razah sharp claw of the hawk carvin ya ass like a helpless sparrow.
infectious rymez through they ear penetrate deep in dey bone marrow,
poisonous arrow,
shot by the bow of the archer,
whistle throught the air fa a second b4 the cranium fracture,
n make ur brain mineral leak outta ya skull,
bodie gets cold from the lost of the soul,
written as truth n as a lie it was told,
behold,
satan the romantic here brought down by his pride,
wing span wide,
given the advantage to glide through the sky!!

[Mantra]

Murder team mascots with mad thoughts, and inferno darts
Journals dropped, every other day, a cat in my way catch a shot
Never respected cops, hop out my whip inspecting spots
Rap-a-lot, no longer cooking crack in pots
Straps i pop, bringing turbulence to streets, watch busses stop
I bust on blocks, bystanders scatter, enemies pockets robbed for knots
Top gun, native hot son, putting chrome rims on a Datsun
Shotgun rock slums, crazy diesil like Mike Tyson, and M.Bison
Live one, catching wreck over fly drums, kick hoes out after eye cum
Chop ya hand off, trying to guzzle my rum, i'll probably die young

[Mantra]

Cipher of the vaticans, conquering meridians
Sorry to life hustlers that'll never live to make a-million
4 devil feelings i felt on my way in my building
Tired of chilling, warring with steel holding chameleons
Spilling brew from the bottle, a ghetto dedication to friends
High singing hyms, on tv plays the wire
struggling workers tired, the hoods hotter than that imaginary lake of fire
Some of my people expired, others living zombies, ghetto vampires
Admired messiahs assanated by the illuminati
Death to the un-godly, cops beating kings like Rodney
The blind shall see the wicked rulers perish
As men become pets like gerbils, and ferrets
Broke with no family inheritance to inherit
So life's a bitch, cater to it and bear it
Skin tearing anger, ducking gunfire from strangers
Hard to maintain a positive outlook, when your considered a crook
People shook to look, the angrry crab made it out the barrel
So give up the goods, to the no good hood pharoah
Or get dealt with quick, with golden spears, and flaming arrows

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Open your mind game cocked my flow knocks
Like an AR-15 when ya shot/
Now you spark flares trying to get a stare
Multiplicity giving e’m ultimatums
When you bate and switch e’m/
I prison them in prisms
Wicked wit the wisdom/
I’m the last son of the sand
Cuz the last shall be first/
Unearth the turf spark ya heart
Dwarf the carpet baggers with nothing
But haggler arms bagging bonds/
Capricorn astral promises rap convinces them of….
This cancerous emcee of spreading this lethal disease/
So wit cha non sestina essential lines I get wicked at times
So if you got average rhymes get cha average time on the mic/
Watch me strike the lighter and fuel the furnace wit an ill bunsen burn
Gases you try n replicate is like styles you attempt to duplicate and fail/
Read cha mind wit skills of brail
And drink ya body’s chemicals like pale ale/

[SKAMPOE]

asi que mira pendejo tu no te metas con migo,
ati te figo el hombligo,
te creas mucho enemigo,
la tiraera la sigo,
con tigo yo la termino,
a tu escuadron extermino,
me disen el asesino!!

[SKAMPOE]

as they walk through the grave yard scared to look down.
thinkin at any moment rotted hands can pop out the ground,
grabbin their feet,
draggin em deep,
into the earths soil,
suckin the juice out of a highly infected boil,
aluminum foil,
wont keep da flesh from rotting,
viruses leaked through leaving no chance at reformatting,
evil desires for hells fire,
to scorch the skins of kings like chicken craclings hung from wires,
the undead makin their way out the grave,
with hidden ayendas for they are satan's slaves,
and its blood that they crave.
leaving dead carcasses on the road that they paved,
for the rest of the rest of the dark army to follow suit,
in hot pursuit,
only thing left is da bloody print of a timberland boot,
bringin em back to where da tree kept the root,
single file march hyponotized by the sound of my flute!

[OTB]

a biterz a deadman, i'm droppin shellz like skampoe'z sig
the rimez i write iz tighter than the headband on Rambo'z wig
i'll draw first blood every goddamn time without fail
they all saw the hearse wind thru the hood got ya famz 'bout to wail

[SKAMPOE]

as the leaves stand still,
wit da coldest wind chill u could feel,
base head packin da glass dick wit da crill,
grippin da steel reppin da real,
from da top of the GENCHAT HILL,
to the TEMPLE OF DARTS,
showin these crab niggaz how i do 4 da love of da art,
but ya'll dont wunt me to start,

[Mantra]

Another day lyrically deep sea diving
Underwater rhyming, aquaman shining
Lines rip through linen, defining splits
Fuck a deal i'm not signing shit
Minds like whips, horsepower hits
In motion spits, provoking fits
Smoking cliques, move, and stick
Patridge family killer kid
breakfast miller, and a spliff
Running ya lips, gunning ya wig
Sonning ya bitch, breaking ya ribs
Give her a ton of this dick
Nothing but clips 4 the pigs
Master the mix, prequel prefix
See kicks, speeds quick
Duck run the mega-bucks
in the shade, stands the shady one corrupt
High, and drunk, staggering in the cut
High performance nut buster
Ya ladies my cum guzzler
She holding my pieces, know to puzzle you