"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[Mantra]

Uncertain where my life's going as a kid i liked noone
tree blowing with the squad flowing and drug holding
Boasting henny in the glass toasting and showing off
a silent boss that never left the lab without the nina ross
Police flooded the block drug packages tossed
Fiends grabbed the product re-up lost
Up against the cars searches of humiliation
Violating probation hard time facing
Up north education my hands on books fuck masturbation
Using razors and newspapers for weapon making
Queen patiently waiting for visitation
And my so called best friends backstabbing and hating
Released early given congratulations from wiseguys, and mademen
With enemies i made amends hit the bank to withdraw dollars to spend
Months later I'm struggling with thoughts of hitting the block again
But a strong feeling within made me sincerely quit chopping rocks
Fuck it got a job at a donut spot fagots saying that's so not hot
Dealers rubbing it in showing off material shit they got
Still i kept on making my way to not do wrong
But that 250.00 a week check in a day or two was gone
So know I'm back to old terms selling trees i can't burn
The queen telling me damn will you ever learn?
Told her as long as the money was coming in she shouldn't be concerned
Our relationship took a u-turn for a while we quit
That's around the same time my cousin Rick got his wig split
Cause stickup kids were out to tax and 1 out of 5 cats were packing gats
still couldn't get over the fact they blew Rick's head all over his girls lap
I got my queen back we sat she gave me a back rub and we started to chat
We dropped a seed left the hood and that's that

[Mantra]

An ocean full of fish mutated from pollution
That know have 3 eyes created in scientist institutions
A TV channel brain program turn it off solution
tom cruising religions express yourself living
a dollar day campaign bitches budget their money stripping
Queens living righteous with drug dealers jum spitting
City schools poor Al sharpton poverty lords
Jesse Jackson perms Iraqi invasion for oil wars
Before i let go fanatics new li'l wayne cd in stores
Media president whores the radio fronted on Masta ace
Shoot on sight cops a kid ran over by a car chase
The smell of bacon the death stroke kids with guns on their waists
Mortal combat days Jokers plagued with Aids
Raids, fades, conspiracies, stocking caps, braids, and waves
Shade 45, wakes, and sleeping tyrants
Malcom X speeches on you tube, the secret code of silence
domestic violence, Bobby digital dust, Arab money confusion
Notorious movie makers, Jena 6 protesting students
Ufo sightings, ufc fights , what rapper dies from a shooting?
Sean P. mixtapes, dj crates, money for record spins,
Volleyball in the school gym, another year the Celtics win
Nick at night, somewhere over the rainbow songs
Know on sale Victoria secret thongs
Epmd reunion, Bill Cosby criticism
Bases loaded, NFL games, superstition, and confusion

[Mantra]

Young Rick finished college a scholar, and football athlete
Took a year off to train so he went back home to visit peeps
He received mostly love so much of a star people fussed pushed, and shoved
Engaged to the high school sweetheart that he loved
We were proud he rose above the drug dealing, and victimization of slugs
But he forgot the fight before he left the hood with Doug there's bad blood
Know Doug sold drugs and Rick's girl was his first love
they linked when Doug was in for his bid, to this day he held a grudge
They crossed paths and Rick was sitting pretty in a Bentley with play station 2 in the dash
Hollered at Doug what's up blood? he just walked by and passed without looking
Or responding i felt the friction and indeed it was alarming
Pulled Doug aside he said he knows the hoods starving
And him and his squadron are flossing hard tell them stay on their guard
he walked away and i felt the emotion in his tone was hard
next day cookout in Rick's mother's backyard
Half the block was there the system pumping family affair
My man that sold the bud to us put a bug in my ear
said the only one's that weren't there was Doug and his crew
Here they come quarter of two crazy blunts and brew
No one knew what awaited as we waited on veggieburgers while everyone else ate
Doug asked Rick's girl if she wanted to dance he grabbed her ass she cursed then pushed him away
She told Rick he confronted Doug and he apologized and played it off
Instigators saying Doug done turned soft
Before you know it they were beefing and Doug caught a beating that was harsh
Two black eyes and a broken nose blood all over his clothes
And like a idiot he said I'm done fighting over hoes
then he got stomped for showing off
His mother screamed the cookout's over everyone was strolling off
Doug went to his car and started busting off a firearm
everyone swarmed running out the way of harm
I heard six shots back to back we ducked i tried to stay calm
Until i heard Rick's hit caught three to the face i can't believe it
Doug jumped in the car still busting shots as he speed ed

[Mantra]

the struggle of life is a battle some win, and lose
Young ones with guns shooting up schools
Turning classrooms to blood pools life is overuled
Cowardly crews give us the blues shooting babies like fools
Refuse to use the brain tool they give in to stupidity
And these young girls caught up sleeping with the enemy
Iv'e been the seed that grew nourished from sun degrees
Grew up in the furnace burners on me
Soul seeked reality reading the koran sipping on tea
The trials, and tribulations reformed me
From a dumb hopeless bandit to a phrophet in allah's army
peace

[Mantra]

Stand alone with a lit bone on the blocks where bony bums roam
An alley full of rats, shots from gats this is home
Hollow bone killers spark the chrome fireworks hit the dome
Fathers abandon their seeds little babies dis-owned
Shown a street hustle on the monkey bars working muscles
until the cops come for their jums a never ending scuffle
i keep focus on the project bench toking roaches
Remember the old days Afros, braids, 6 in the morning raids
When we mis-behaved cutting class, hitting ass, and slinging yay
Money was power a body was dropped every other hour
a rat was the lowest followed by a coward
Young brother blowing up like the twin towers
For every package sold a soul is devoured

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

alright JTS we gotta bring back this thread and good look on it doing just that

Spark a dart comical time paradox phenomenal
Criminalize lines in ides I eye wit dimes on the pride/
Find flows underground overstate cha debates my raps are a rugged as timbo’s
Symbolic colic time polished all wounds crush goons famish foods leave tarnish spoons/
Drooling at the sight of skills, style and grace you’ll get a taste of chaos
Display odds shell any shells I shell as they sell like Parnell I barbell/
Drop a romper when you document bombs I’m slaughtering houses
Leaving dentist stock rise I’m the highlight at the dawn of night/
The Rorschach of rhymes making minds shade cha times in bathes of flight
Climb heights highs fire flies dwindle times it’s all mental like dreams in reality/
You ain’t MJ you’re a T-O wit no rings to show you an A-Rod you don’t got the skills
All your muscle is ghosted riddled induced flows are just all clues to your what no views/
Scripted tip pitching switch hitting fitted caps a-jacks master packs jack rabbits
Now we capped off spindle win your children over wit styles slicing up hearts to pieces/
See me this thesis isn’t readily friendly end cha plenty I rent cha out like candy
Get played in all ways the sad face is a façade for raps that ain’t cogged and wheeled/
I stay shielded by razors, blades, swords, knives and guns solider on
I run in running shoes run like run son’s I’m cold as cash without the tango/
My mics be mangling you manglers with tangles weapons get wrangled
My metal gear be solid as nukes I drop you puke from the goons who made it possible/
Thoughts be provoked by the hopes swelled up wit colons colder than dukes of hazard rolling
Cold as ice thoughts psyched out cha lights when you brighten up in nights that tonight/
When I come off like Randall I cut hams like routes from Culpeper and Cunningham
Spit out plans drop X’s and with O’s they get goaled and proven when I through and through/
Get stuck like glue my views never get skew from the 6th grade I stayed blazed wit skills I raised
Sheep’s I grazed when they sleep I caught them wit Z’s so they wouldn’t snooze in peace/

[Mantra]

alright JTS we gotta bring back this thread and good look on it doing just that

Spark a dart comical time paradox phenomenal
Criminalize lines in ides I eye wit dimes on the pride/
Find flows underground overstate cha debates my raps are a rugged as timbo’s
Symbolic colic time polished all wounds crush goons famish foods leave tarnish spoons/
Drooling at the sight of skills, style and grace you’ll get a taste of chaos
Display odds shell any shells I shell as they sell like Parnell I barbell/
Drop a romper when you document bombs I’m slaughtering houses
Leaving dentist stock rise I’m the highlight at the dawn of night/
The Rorschach of rhymes making minds shade cha times in bathes of flight
Climb heights highs fire flies dwindle times it’s all mental like dreams in reality/
You ain’t MJ you’re a T-O wit no rings to show you an A-Rod you don’t got the skills
All your muscle is ghosted riddled induced flows are just all clues to your what no views/
Scripted tip pitching switch hitting fitted caps a-jacks master packs jack rabbits
Now we capped off spindle win your children over wit styles slicing up hearts to pieces/
See me this thesis isn’t readily friendly end cha plenty I rent cha out like candy
Get played in all ways the sad face is a façade for raps that ain’t cogged and wheeled/
I stay shielded by razors, blades, swords, knives and guns solider on
I run in running shoes run like run son’s I’m cold as cash without the tango/
My mics be mangling you manglers with tangles weapons get wrangled
My metal gear be solid as nukes I drop you puke from the goons who made it possible/
Thoughts be provoked by the hopes swelled up wit colons colder than dukes of hazard rolling
Cold as ice thoughts psyched out cha lights when you brighten up in nights that tonight/
When I come off like Randall I cut hams like routes from Culpeper and Cunningham
Spit out plans drop X’s and with O’s they get goaled and proven when I through and through/
Get stuck like glue my views never get skew from the 6th grade I stayed blazed wit skills I raised
Sheep’s I grazed when they sleep I caught them wit Z’s so they wouldn’t snooze in peace/

No contest or contestants to threaten my game
The fame I'll never claim stab your dame in her brain
Blade is rusty until sharpened on the brick wall
When i spit ar's call I'm too busy appalled
Prince like Paul drown fags in purple rain
Pass the change then change up the game
Might mix the weed bags but never sprinkled the Kane

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Throw up cha darts mines rip you apart
Ship the shark, bite the arc my sparks be razor darts/
Cut cha parts dismember I SAW IT ALL like parts one, two, three, four and five
End cha render I pimp flows like hoes throw them multi’s down low/
Darts always a grow throw out heaters
Leave you beat like a frying pan compared to a heater/
Cut cha down with heat like ether your weeds are branches I burn like trees
Too much Mike I strike with them moon walks when you talk/
Start cha lines I draw mine in the sand run the gauntlet
The gambit charging it to the game check the flames/
Sheep’s the name; Tech’s the game, blast the range
Exit out cha plain when I mind cha I disregard cha thoughts/
Try your talent my balance be herald by the weight in complex
Whenever I rhyme I die hard with a vengeance end cha like a sentence/
Hit cha wit a period your just scare of a diss spit a lisp grip the pen
I rip flip brains open through lanes when I’m in pole position I’m capturing the green flag/
I kill tracks amazingly vicious wisdom is a psychosis potent when I wrote it
Focused off the ledge commit cha self to the dread I’m the beginning of the end/
Rhyme circles around cha thorns what sticks to you bounces off me
I’m no CK I’m just another Bruce Wayne without the fortune and fame/
Stone cold when I stun you with a 3:16
You can’t be a chipper as the sickest/
Get cha vaccine I’m infected with the GAME
Know the name sold cha name, rights and publishing/
Solider through the trenches off the benches
I rented the places and spaces you wasted/
Face the gimmicks you mimic like a prick you is
I split cha down the middle like biology and DNA/

[Mantra]

Throw up cha darts mines rip you apart
Ship the shark, bite the arc my sparks be razor darts/
Cut cha parts dismember I SAW IT ALL like parts one, two, three, four and five
End cha render I pimp flows like hoes throw them multi’s down low/
Darts always a grow throw out heaters
Leave you beat like a frying pan compared to a heater/
Cut cha down with heat like ether your weeds are branches I burn like trees
Too much Mike I strike with them moon walks when you talk/
Start cha lines I draw mine in the sand run the gauntlet
The gambit charging it to the game check the flames/
Sheep’s the name; Tech’s the game, blast the range
Exit out cha plain when I mind cha I disregard cha thoughts/
Try your talent my balance be herald by the weight in complex
Whenever I rhyme I die hard with a vengeance end cha like a sentence/
Hit cha wit a period your just scare of a diss spit a lisp grip the pen
I rip flip brains open through lanes when I’m in pole position I’m capturing the green flag/
I kill tracks amazingly vicious wisdom is a psychosis potent when I wrote it
Focused off the ledge commit cha self to the dread I’m the beginning of the end/
Rhyme circles around cha thorns what sticks to you bounces off me
I’m no CK I’m just another Bruce Wayne without the fortune and fame/
Stone cold when I stun you with a 3:16
You can’t be a chipper as the sickest/
Get cha vaccine I’m infected with the GAME
Know the name sold cha name, rights and publishing/
Solider through the trenches off the benches
I rented the places and spaces you wasted/
Face the gimmicks you mimic like a prick you is
I split cha down the middle like biology and DNA/

I called on the holy ghost as devils beat me
the reason was planted deeply
i felt like Christ forsaken, shaken my life nearly taking
Blacked out blood flowing beneath the sun baking
cops gave me a report but no mercy
didn't even tell god don't like ugly so i raised hell
Eleven years old with a cold heart i learned well
Knife in my hand with every thrust of the touch he wailed
He ran inside the house only came out for mail
even the act of violence couldn't help
two wrongs don't make it right stayed up all night
drinking, and puffing trying to become something
Colleges fronting on my application no consideration
So stressed the tears fell felt like i worked hard to fail
No light in this dark tunnel except from a horse that's pale
That had souls for sell he offered me all the earth's riches, and bitches
For secrets i kept from snitches the taste of greed isn't delicious
On the block you had to be fast with the pitches
met the pastor and told him he needs to ask god for forgiveness
for robbing many blind you profit off our shine
your no better than me you lick cunts i lick shots with my nine

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Slang an auditorium battle you in the mortuary
I split cha up like bacteria on the canvas/
Microcosm flows draw you ducks n play the hunter role
Cold as a chicken in the arctic in July my flow will fly/
Man this turret disburse verses like bullets
You can’t name a style I claimed it like the Olympics/
Disrupt cha style break your flow in two
I’m viewed as a blotch in the forum/
A pure optional QB when I throw weaklings under the bus get touched by the rush
Ruin your status quo by the flows that a hybrid of Puns, Nouns, Verbs
And slurs that worded in non-sensetical verbiage/
It’s a black moon, a total eclipse when this ripper spits
I holocaust you dwarfs in any star cut you down hard/
Blow past those slow pokes with no flows and just darts
They’re concepts be rusty as blades with no shine at all/
Weak trash be a time that’s already pasted you can’t class a team in a TV screen
And expecting them to be mean when they’re still green/
Your torment ain’t shit to my torture been trapped in hell so long
I held my breath and breathed flames on the first rapper to step into my arena/
It’s hard to earn a sliver of truth in the booth
I’ve prove my style is the main ingredient like Pete Rock/
Stay with the spits aimed, cocked and ready to snuff you Jenny’s
I got plenty etch my sketch’s I burn your canvas it’s not original/
It’s just sampled material you can’t copy my peripherals
Your wack bootleg second hand lyrical styles booted from the cipher completely/

[Mantra]

Slang an auditorium battle you in the mortuary
I split cha up like bacteria on the canvas/
Microcosm flows draw you ducks n play the hunter role
Cold as a chicken in the arctic in July my flow will fly/
Man this turret disburse verses like bullets
You can’t name a style I claimed it like the Olympics/
Disrupt cha style break your flow in two
I’m viewed as a blotch in the forum/
A pure optional QB when I throw weaklings under the bus get touched by the rush
Ruin your status quo by the flows that a hybrid of Puns, Nouns, Verbs
And slurs that worded in non-sensetical verbiage/
It’s a black moon, a total eclipse when this ripper spits
I holocaust you dwarfs in any star cut you down hard/
Blow past those slow pokes with no flows and just darts
They’re concepts be rusty as blades with no shine at all/
Weak trash be a time that’s already pasted you can’t class a team in a TV screen
And expecting them to be mean when they’re still green/
Your torment ain’t shit to my torture been trapped in hell so long
I held my breath and breathed flames on the first rapper to step into my arena/
It’s hard to earn a sliver of truth in the booth
I’ve prove my style is the main ingredient like Pete Rock/
Stay with the spits aimed, cocked and ready to snuff you Jenny’s
I got plenty etch my sketch’s I burn your canvas it’s not original/
It’s just sampled material you can’t copy my peripherals
Your wack bootleg second hand lyrical styles booted from the cipher completely/

The gusto rolls of banks like commanders move up soldiers flows through ranks
Chaos spraying armies J.T.S. move in the enemy tank
oppose souls ether you and your hoes in the hotel
death can never be comical killer with the calmest flow
Gandhi discipline X and Martin were missing them
Haters no more kicking back thanks to my sword your missing limbs
Wifey buy my timbs i'll buy a house fore i buy a Benz
Scholarship for the seeds school in Bethlehem
Seen the best of friends become worst enemies
Over pennies school of hard knocks was never friendly
It 'll take lifetimes to end me with any unskilled blow
The casualty of war score settled with crazy chemicals

[Mantra]

"verses like bullets" concept by sheepish

Hungry heated disgraced, and cheated
a challenge needed hit by the battle demon
Threw on the headphones terminology beaming
Linguistics steaming mind radar screening
Millions of words a ward of pronouns, and verbs
mental testing while trapped in my book of rhymes
Digital LP delivered worldwide online
So many signs of the past design
Old posters signed the times dated
Altered agents watching me faded
Padlock broke hid in the closet
Came out blasting loaded logic
pardon the pain smoke trees fruitful brain
No bus riding maneuver the coupe in lanes
ten speed chain switch gears
swallow beers with pride for years
Subject to jeers like Britney spears
when i die my spirit will be feared
spared a loud night lounging
In the club overcrowding like public housing
Rappers lined up the event just started
Whoever goes first will be martyred
10 abolished and bombed with knowledge
'Verses like bullets" leaving holes in garments
Cartilage tore the last man without a hook to explore
potical author writing more I'm sharp for sure
Thinking graphic guided to soar
Revenge is suicide to the physical
Do a hit subliminal the origins original
Blackout material scripted in breaks
Format contestants sounding like "heaven's sake'
Living in hate with a broken hand i give thanks

[Divine King]

nice verse dude...

"Contaminated threads I inject with a virus that spreads
Only the illest in the land shall vet the misled
If you dread death then you've led instead of fled
My rising lines will stink up like garlic bread

My flow is like lead, too heavy for the weak
For weeks I'll stay quiet like obeying sheep
For when I return, you will know i was never far
For J.T.S, You know who I are"

peace brudah and keep up the lyricism!

[Mantra]

that wasn't a bad verse thanks for the props
commanders

verse one

I think wise from grace I'll never fall invincible disguise
There's no leaving Allah's army after training you're in for life
My soldiers spread through out the atlas as spies
Negotiations with the enemy intimate with their wives
Money flows throughout the hoods for the weak, and deprived
Ices pawned for weapons to combat the beasts on streets they ride
Your killing your own residing in shattered glass houses for life
Vibe with divine kings bread broken on the strips
My crew hard to find like nicks sucker free from bloods, and crips
Philly eagle like Micheal Vick but i won't get charged for fighting in the pits
Drastic spits spotlight emotions quick in the whips smoking piff
Joking with the jokers get money brokers plantation master smokers
Uncle Tom's snitch and awake with infra red lights on their wigs
Go hard with the dimes the force from back shots collapsed the bridge
O.T. touring soon as we touch down pass work to the kids
Work as in employment all legit shit no ounces, or bricks
So keep your triple beam dreams I'm finished with bids
Getting money legal feeling regal hip-hop is it
Connect with the South granny force fed us soap no dirty mouths
Dirty Diana coming out wash the sheets, and the blouse
Don't front i got cha' open like a trick in a whore house
The menace clout given no doubt after the bout
I'll murder yayo and be the talk of the town
Bark with the pound spark the lost that refuse to be found
My space given I'm licensed to kill the rhythm
Givens after the robbing with devils there is no bonding
It's useless catching feeling before I'm bombing
Ravage with the savages soon to die without a calling

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Execute cha debut I beret cha fury
Mines can bury an empire twisted wires shout out fire get cha expired/
Wired to blow cycles be Michaels the way I rifle off thoughts
I be bulletins you posting every 20 seconds you can’t beckon what I wrecking/
Deck you like Sega claw your ass Vega style off the chain
Bring the pain break you down until your spineless/
Slide a Mickey dick these ricki’s wit whites that’s highlights
Flame fight blacked out dare is dark side when your warping/
Scorpion stinging string being leave you scheming off dreams you ain’t reaching
To each his own get blown by IDE emceeing to me is easier than being me/
Seeking three vehicular rhyme slaughter
Get cha caught in my pens and webs I use to author/
Elect cha own doc my proctors be operations storing data
Fade cha like fazor my razors are laser point sharp as a scalpel/
Leave you powdered down to gristle like talcum taking pills of the volumes
You cannot turn up burn rubber fat cha blubber govern the bass in space/
Erase cha case face the waste I replace you with clones
Get thrown in the lake like bones being broken/