"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[MosHigh]

bitterness is like a graveyard or a bite of forbidden fruit
a curse that was broken in a field of altered roots
soon he became cleansed and bathed in the truth
watching birds fly he realized his whole life he lived a lie
so he became challenged and slowly changed his life
followed by values he gave-up in the temple he cried
struggling with his inner an ex- savage getting high
he threw his chain n gun in the river a part of him died
he felt re-born no longer torn from agony
he read scriptures and kept the faith dramatically
although still scarred he transformed magically
it didn't happen over-night he broke the ice
left to fend for himself day, and night
his family no longer cared by friends he was forgotten
trials, and tribulations he went through didn't stop him
from keeping focus he was no longer a womanizer
he read books from Bruce Lee to Elijah
He became more knowledgable and wiser
seeing people selling they souls for cash flow
he remembers the hustling days when he was half cold
freezing in the snow zero below selling rocks by the loads
he was infaguated with the darkside like DmX and fat joe
cops watching him money stacking chasing hoes
in Macy's buying the most expensive clothes
platinum chain blinging hell women stroking his ego
thank God he let go his fate wouldv'e been bars and bullet-holes
he chose the red pill so know he's a soldier in the battlefield
secret agents know the deal they monitor his moves and chill
funny he wasn't watched that much when he was selling
feelings compelling he was stressed dome swelling
sweat pouring people he knew before ignored him
he felt like a shadow in a flock of lost sheep
his rivers ran deep for a while it even affected his sleep
still he rose to the occassion and continued to teach

i agree with Jig...this some real vivid stuff J

[MosHigh]

from the space coast i'm quick to blast like Space Ghost
black mask and white gloves Adults Swim then roast
when State Property parties i host
blank slate i paint illustrations published for the nation
from the hip to the hop Sugar Hill Gang be the affliation
cut crops close jarheads dred when i abadoned my High post
allusive circles in plots got Mos looking to expose the hoax
flippin' the switch you roaches scatter
quick to obliterated ya state like antimatter
influence the magentic field to hover above the chatter you believe is real
from the jump to the hereafter i reveal what's up Jacob's Ladder
burst your bladder you piss ya pants tryin to advance beyond my stance
swinging the pendulum like ritalin you calm down and fall into a trance...

[Mantra]

Thanks for the feed mos!

once locked the gates of hell cannot be broken my shit is thought provoking
both arms to choke em to eternal darkness is where he going
My vivid rights stop em like red lights, who wanna clash with knights?
suicidal to the nirvana types a typical emcee's tortured right
in the hallway they all gaze at the mess that was made
straight razor slice the scalps and i'm not talkin' bout fades
get grabbed by your braids i'm a master to the trade
crashing the stage fitted over the waves
we can battle for days so gather your braves and prepare for graves
that's what the danger is i'm what a strangler is
used to be the coldest kid killed em with cobra spit
if your not gonna rock the mic why you holding it??
J.t.S. brings more heat than stolen whips
bloody hands holding wigs ripped from hairless heads
cause in the jungle clones stick-out like a bear that's red
the pen is what i write with but what i bust there that's lead

[Mantra]

ain't no players anthem here home wrecking balladeer
step into the zone and Mike tyson both of your ears
were bigger than obiest bitches my steez twitches
you step up i get vicious for riches picture my pitches
choke you with stuffing for bluffing murderous wishes
ditches run deep my scriptures complete so don't compete
if so i'm bringing offense off the fence to make u sow what u weep
i run deep fuck the waters i be that breaking borders disobeying all orders
take time to train sick lines so ya'll can't scrap mine in any quarter
first to last first to blast smoke the hash bash em Porter
doing it crazy from the grave with gravy lay em down lately
space me and your star sent like Spacely
Smashing and rashing for the cash then your crashing
Sword stashing and clashing they dashing i'm blasting
wise words fly birds who cam stop me from rocking??

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

blead cha death, my notes be refs deficate cha melons
watch brain burst like fake saline filled water-balloons/
cheap patron deftone episodic clones chose flows flights to Peru
diamond tipped blades chopped heads with out a masquarade/
chefing kitchens inc'd when pompus ducky drugged up muggys
be sight beyond seen now hard drive wiped down and clean/
rowing down rivers the plotomic i see fire fights i witnessed
now standoffs are your gimmicks gimme a break your assinine rhymes
are candy shop pops with giants that get jetted over and stomped/

[Mantra]

dope shit sheepish holla at me sometime for a c/b

[Mantra]

challengers lose reminiscent of the scent of ravaged dudes
deep digging fools lose all DNA, and clues
break em down smooth no round rules
grounded out of townies moving in fish schools
my fist bruise to amuse while I'm on the move
craft is crafty i catch who i choose

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

no doubt J ill pm u a verse

[Mantra]

The coming attraction is a distraction so i stay stacking
slapping when scrapping with bitch niggas trigga clapping
aftermath question by medics is your liver lasting?
ok i'm here with a clan like wu from Staten
stashing the mask for some the disguise is cash
artificial acts turn to ash if not your caskest space is vast
dapper dressed vets get pressed chainsaw slashed in half
raps horrific i'm horribly lifted putting it down before man existed
Misfit fits i mis Danger's a bitch running from shooters with clips
seems like no hope for a savage sell-out selling sad bricks
hood evicted with flames to handle your range
I agree my manner is strange settling for small change
friends lives ended at close range once toast flamed
the truth is the truth..is properganda the blame??
in the fire he died see arsonists can't handle the flames
the pain of a ghetto hell where wanderers and zombies dwell
for the seeds fiend was always the easiest word to spell
they couldn't comprehend how a black man can speak so well
employed off laid off a side hustle's the payoff
rob the wrong connect and your kneck bullets will spray off
no parole when he's caught a life bid in the dark
and even some pussy couldn't unbreak his heart

[Mantra]

creative juices flowing without intoxication
side-stepping punch-lines t.k.o. every member in your congregation
swift combinations combo conversations
deeply intwined woven fine in the intrepid
slide-off the pistol safety protected
launch the missles divinely detected
inspected by maniacs heads high respected
underground cocoon he broke out resserected
From a 48 hour death steps glittered with blood ooze
many effected trying a zion lion red mane shining
new days to live-by take em out crazy like the shot through B.i.g.'s e-y-e
breathing hastily face degree saturated singers jumped by my academy
cream in the pockets rises spinning like dryers were fed-up and tired
niggas set-up and wired to fry behind a smoking barrel
words flying arrows scarcrow rappers know the logo on apparell

[Inspektah Meth-Tical]

nice thread, might post some shit soon.

[Mantra]

fierce-some poetry in motion we stop your acceleration
High stakes for cake gamblers sticky situation
duel with the duration televised like tele-thons
embrace your weakness son i could tell he's gone
he ain't moving a hard-headed student wanting to be champion
that's just a wish bogard his tactics reel em in like fish
crisp dollars i extorted clutched in my fists
stop hand-cuffing that hoe i don't want that stinking bitch
Ghetto logic mixed with Godbody intelligence
A new day of Americans embracing us terrorists
on stages with masked faces flatten your aces
Death be the penalty like Death-row Texas murder cases
known for his greatness and baby blue laces
watch him spit don't need authors to authorize my shit
click bang! raised off street slang mechanical membranes
watch your gang-hang from the ceiling while your wisdoms gang-banged
we go hard with a gun and a drill shit's hard to explain
nastier than salt-water mixed with acid rain
he came in calm emcee's blood-stained on lawns
Game is strong ya soldiers suspect warrior Vietnam
Another level i'm on green grass your buried beneath
Pass those zig-zag sheets before i pop that piece
Then peace is over beware spit faster than cobra's
verbal clip re-loader i'm a beast those bitches been told ya
about the crazy handle yeah jabs, and combination
Illustrious illustrations you gasping pain raging
Shred your khaki's to pieces with swords
Mastered the chess-board the knowledge cannot be absorbed

[Mantra]

famous renditions

throw the bait in the water where the fish awaits
swimming to eat his meal unaware of his fate
know he's dramatized biting, and snapping from side to side
breathing slowly until the pain sets in and he's paralized
see the life slowly exit his eyes one last twitch and he dies
all for a bite we cook him up and though he's fat his meat is light
on the platter with chips , and beer a delicious meal tonight

so know were looking for crabs, lobsters, and clams
something got stuck in the net and were desperately trying to reel it in
but whatever it may be it's so strong it nearly made the whole boat spin
tried again and seen the shark fins looks like a great white
it pulled my friend over-board and took a great bite
she lost consiousness probably in a state of shock
she lost a foot know she has a artificial one so she can walk

they catch me and put me in a pot with scalding hot water
boil my flesh if my pinchers weren't clamped it would be a mess
Me and my family in a dirty tank crazy stressed
they fed us fish but to me snails, and crabs taste the best
theyr'e trying to get me out the tank but i put up a fight
took me out my habitat to feed you humans shit isn't right
my taste is your delight (ok i'm bored lol)

[Mantra]

The plight of joe Louis

picture coming up from rags to riches in the midst of devils
fighting your way to the top you perfected your levels
with a monster jab soon he became the negro champ
took a trip to New york and every black-man was amped
dicriminated against the media called him a animal
Louis still ate every match like a cannibal
until he lost to Max a devestating blow to blacks
until he redeemed his loss and got the title back
i.r.s. on his back damn he died in debt
and he fought for America and still got very little respect

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Edge cha prone my known own weaponry tactics
after math I craft swords made of iron and sand
slice my opponents down to a just morsel to be devoured soon/
goofy Nancy draw get cha crew baffled by the raffles
I tackle mastering skills tackling issues
cats wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole/
risk cha whole career battle vassals making vessels
wrestle with torches touches busting clutches rusting suckers armor/
thinking they got the karma to stand up my complete nuts
bionic clutches be cobras wrapping they bodies around cha/
Bob Backland mastering actual facts when I rip sets to pieces
demolish beats when I sequence a track to leave jaws dislodged/