"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[Mantra]

Village pillage blood on blood war spillage
Egg crack the illest , my poke realest
East coast mic vet, take off your cerebal debt
Lethal chin checks, no regrets where i rest
Cess toking you quit delivery broken
No longer boasting ragga-muffin
Mad i'm puffing, huting you down discussion
percussion cussing
Avenue warlord, boulevard broad bully
Catapault my cult, paid in full fully
Mad cow reaction, body bones cracking
Walk it out attacking, crib jacking action
No lies solo, black God Bolo
Fast as Bruce in slow mo
Bring it on oh no1

[THE MASON]

nice dart JTS

[$inista]

Oh no you blow no homo bust my gun here come po-po
Blow mo smoke keep it on da low doe niggas spit so-so
I bust like a 4oe 4oe Stay drunk like a hoboe oh no
niggas on slow-mo like a dum nigga name Cuomo
quick wit da heat he hold doe a sick killer so cold
sold dope over tracks but da beet & vocals eloped
vocab hung wit a rope then the beet o-de on smack
murdered da track…track…track…

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Don't ask me what's my name is again
it goes Chaos, Techwon, Sheepish aka Mr. Nintendo DS/
if you see BS i see nothing but BS smell it on your “Candy Ass” and girl's good looking “Breasts”
I'm turn back into how the “Wall Street” Bull used too and just “Ram” you like “St. Louis” do/
your “Brass Knuckles” are a laugh and chuckle
you flopped harder than fat people in the “Deep End” hope you can swim/
y'all all judist my priest never abuse it
so when you boys come to play I'll spray you like “The Fly” and you'll just die on sight/
i will lyrical erase your mind leave you blinded to
all the interference you get it's called “Clit Blocking”/
It's sort of like “Reverse Pick Pocketing” only bitches are watching
plotting on how to stop you from taking her friend away from her/
so if you muffin rag rapper get trapping I'm zap you like bugs on the climb
my lines be spider webs snagging you in the net not the Internet/
i rep the corp my section be silent and a saint like “Simon Templar”
if you wanna get embalmed my flows will en trawl you/
don't brawl wit halls no my medicine be referenced in trees you grow in the back yard
so if you grass ain't cut you know what's coming up/
dick you suck fuck the luck get off the slong
i bong hit flows when this psychotic emcee encroaching on your turf/
you best start running cuz i'm gunning for you wit a forty-four inch long barrow
my darts hit cha nerves causing you damage from the bullets i unleash in this bitch/
i'm the chaotic monster breaking down your walls brawl heavy little bevy
when you ready deadly wit the melody singing you a sirens song that too hard for you/
so if you shall die from shock my clock ticks and your doesn't tock
knock out the beat leaving heads asking who's who when i'm all me/

[Mantra]

Dog verses are junkyard material, their battle food cereal
"Raisin brand" rappers analog in stereo
Who can dispute the fact the producers use 'fruit loops"
"Lucky some ladies feel the charms" still i storm on those groups
My vocals hit and turm emcee's to "coco crisps"
Rob "generals for the mills" get off that "corn pop" shit
I'm nice that's why ladies kiss the "grape nuts"
give em 'honey smacks" in the sack rough
Don't go against the grain or catch "cheerio" sized holes
if i should take your "life' or not that's debatable

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I am not cha ordinary rapper
I’m a emcee on a mission like a politician/
If you got flows, beats I’m ready to mount cha defeat
I got decisions to make precise darts wit precision that cuts
Through the hearts of those that demise art /
Saw the rhyme like an inner-vision despise your lies
Under the guise you could reprise your roles
So your re-casted for someone sexier and younger/
So if your hungry we’ll ship your there cuz I don’t think you a got a care
I tell you these young cats nowadays think its all “peaches and cream”/
Shit ain’t a walk in the park like “Nabisco Treat” I walk to my own beat
Spit to my own aura leaving you dumber than a “number two pencil”/
If you had stencils you couldn’t sketch or trace my likeness
I strike no resemblance to any thing you’ve ever seen or heard before/

[Mantra]

I make limbs prosthetic, analog assassin, dasher athletic
Pull your card credit, Gq clothes, hybernation flows
shit stain on your street fame, write your will while in the wilderness maimed
9 projects projected undetected by hip-hop detectives
When it come to beats I'm selective, constipated on some next shit
Tech spit flesh ripped hits i make the greatest chips
Off the shoulder sword grabber, crabs kill em with daggers
You Waldo Faldo emcees i kill you and your family matters
When i give chase they scatter, devils splattered
Spit on Congress steps, White house burning Vet
Patriot killers sacking mc's give injuries and clap courts spare juries
at the morgue writing death raps in need of more weed
blasting drama by Bobby D. concurrently pockets bulging with currency

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I’m a alpha b-boy alpha south paw catch it raw
Upper handed crooked hook jock tops mics I rock/
Knock out lines stock bars up to the spires of my dome
Egyptian hopes chrome plated staffs clash of the Titians/
I’m still writing spits fully equipped I haven’t been picked up
Slip a lip grip them dogged darts full of shit/
Davey Jones these lockers hold up cha strap
I beta kap map a crap cold cock you hoes for dealing smack/
I don’t take jack I got no restraint my rhymes are apart of my membrane
Taken insane pile it on like a trash heap until its get’s full n can’t take no more/
Cell phone your dome drain your brain
Via your very own Bluetooth headset/
Reputable darts infect cha brain via binary code
Unload a boatload until your brain explodes/
Check mate cha chrome you ain’t got GLOW
Chime when you rhyme I drop a pin like sprint every time/
I can rewrite cha mind like a hard drive wit no disc in it
I solid state cha click and leave ya deleted that quick/
My spit be acid rain drizzling down on your brain
Wit no lid to claim you take a hood and cover it up/
Thinking I’m stuck you just got struck lead pipe and all
My brawl be walls climbed like vagina walls and all/

[Mantra]

Switch up the lines locked in the wreck room doing my time
Terminal terminology astro astronaught astrology psycological psycology
The illest illustirous illustrations illustrated in my biblical autobiography
Photographic graphics brain cell stored in storage compartments
Burn your apartment then flee in the navigator windows dark tints
Mc's overated outdated helium blown tones deflated
A plus graded upgraded raps written at the shack i invaded
Evaded the devestated ruins know reinstated
Every state favorite my team raiders never been raided
Broadcast hip hop police played it left the FCC shook
Censorship censors edit my additional hooks
Phone the book crooks oven roast them
heaven notion notes and notices define mind emotions
Anger grab the banger smoking until the double barrels broken
Brothers open chests stitched where they were wired fires lit
Retire rich to skip towns and take lavish expensive trips
Flying first class nachos with the dip don't set trip

[THE MASON]

Long fangs drip, viciouly vapourize venacular, steller
rep section 9 and basement dwellaz/
amaze, burn brighter then charles rays, flow for days
lone wolf from the pack i strayed/
delayed poems, strength of stones stacked like pyrimids
from way back, lay back prepare for death/
afterlife breathe the first breath, tests are trife, onyx knifes,
flint shards lodge in vocal chords/
weapons of warriors, carnivores devour those who cower,
learned the hardest of lessons/
dead flowers, walk with cursed blessins, focal point stressin
bends beams of bronze, for light reflection/
corrupt political elections, rhymes show imperfection
discovered by landmine detection/
steady steps for loss of limb prevention, may i make a corretion
ill blow up the whole convention/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Drop your dome its raining microphones
Blow through the smoke like a grim reaper/
Gross telekinetic armed medic genetic taken out the pathetic
Lethargic when I fart a clip of words a 16 couldn’t fit/
Grip the nozzle I rock darts cometh at the world
Wit hollows my talons be razor sharp claws grasping at straws/
Rip e’m raw rip e’m apart like I do women and they’re bras
Get cha paws off my darts you can’t bite me like Mase did LL/
My sparks be shocks to anyone who throws shots
Stocking your brain wit fluff is shit that’s running a muck/
Creating a problem for those that try n battle
Am I too much to handle shall I dumb it down a level/
I don’t need to reveal in any trouble why don’t cha stay humble
I never mumble lyrics I come wit darts, African spears, leaches and lears/
Like the Romans lend me your ears
I flip 26 letters of the alphabet like u haven’t see yet/
Come wit the bet etch a sketch pathologic
Rap in collages see me through any artist/
I am a target park it parallel eye brows get raised
Broke noses in front rows of any steel cage/
You’re a bird trapped I’m never def when I jam
I’m speaking mine while you still on talking points/
Ink your pens ya ghost write for ya
But cha can’t get past ya memorized lines/
I grasp at no straws I rip e’m so raw your asshole is
Bleeding like you just had a rectal exam/
Don’t try n scam the fans wit cha wack scams
I don’t need drama man I’m my own movement/
I need not to latch onto old school methods
Correction you cannot detect my connection/
Interesting moles get dugged up
And blown apart napoleon dynamite/
White n nerdy verbally your stupid wit
No recruitment so you cannot see the blueprint/

[Tracks]

this is some shit i wrote almost 5 years ago when i was like 14

my mind is of its own, crack domes smoke bones and conquer zones
live alone i snatch the safe out the back and hear you moan
over beats provided, by the one experimental
tracks monumental, the drums alone knock the flesh off ya skeletal
born in central ct for those who know me
high degrees of tree smokers and bitches who blow me
its the modern day styles with miles of foul arts and darts
blow charts leave the worlds population with a new start
the cost of it all is that the wicked fall
down with force knock your source off the course in fourths
cybertronian shuttle craft who blasts
your cast in half leaving your mind state in the past
its tracks i set it off like alcohol when the ball drops
your heart stops fucking up my high like a dozen cops
samurai child wrecking beats like im foul
serving non believers, night's is my time to prowl

[THE MASON]

nice drop man, if you were 14 you a sharp muthafucka, nice dart homie

peace
ps thanks for link up for some beats

[SikoCeLL]

I punch you in the face like i was gonna punch a brick wall and you know that's gonna be soft!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Goad them hold cha flow hostage
you ain't got no posture/
rock the holster load cha cobra
my snakes be biting all types/
i write fights for TV emcees can't see me
i'll show them to CNN then i'll see they're end/
lethal injection wit the pen, key or dart
how you spark when you can't flood the park/
back flip off the wall kung pow oh wow
you don't got the skills i tao you loas/
map your chick out like she was my spouse
arose the flow hurrying me is not the way to be/
i'm a cold crush yo for free put cha under the dirt
my wet works be flooding the scene/
cramps don't champion out last you peons
I “Deion Sanders” you pajama Alabama/
ripping the ruckus i don't gotta go too hard on you unfocused suckers
i come wit snipers all types off of ciphers circle saw you hyper/
pied down you pied pipers unorthodox my polish stocks be worth a mop
how about cha sweep the floor wit cha cock/
you ain't got no skills i mange you until you will is broke
take a token get cha some clothes/
don't flow against me why you think I'm “The Hollowed Sheep”
i rent space in my enemies til they end i see ka pow!!!!/