"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[MosHigh]

Quote:
Originally Posted by J.T.S. View Post
In the fortress with the four stressed seems i failed the lord's test
so i ask for redemption through his message i cleaned the mess
Less cess more reading the manual for the meeting
my salvation's under attack my faith has been seasoned
the internal cleaning on wisdom it seems i'm leaning
a lonely past puts the future together massive math
still laidback with a pack to chain-saw ya'll in half
wolves that never howled just severed ya styles
shot for the clouds after i left the crowd
escaped the jakes stampedes and take-downs
zombie heads sleeping awake know!
Freedom is a fee to pay murder or misery
steps to come up from the bottom time will see
instead of lies we crying foul in god's eyes
see even the bravest man tears up the day he dies
they praise thew savages and shoot up the wise
half my crew is dead so flicks cover the wall like dreads on a rasta's head
shine my light on the world that's what my umi said

quoting what Umi said, my role is dutiful and duly impressed
we are the beautifully brutal,
our weapons are crucial to ensuring the truth is spread
in my group I am the Suture, brewing sutras between crews and chefs
in the future, maybe my math with accuse us of spewing unrest
left with clues and a set of chess,
reckless and enthused at the chance at being correct
we are arrested and our numbers lessened for living lessons
tortured by search engines and endless messages,
art kit texts are infected by virulent images and venomous connections

niice one guys...

[MosHigh]

adaptation to any situation waterfall flows
carving with deep penetration poetic scrolls
acrobat abstract flippin' pages of the sages
soak the word like a sponge and squeeze on all ages
boomerang aim guard ya fitted when i spit it
decapitate the lame who nod but don't really get it
like a blimp i pimp above the game hoes love the name
praise him on every whim wipe my spirit all over their frame
kiss the twist i uplift and see what you all miss
above the rim i swish droppin' em on those who enlist
serve my block like vet protect the hide of my tribe
wherever i step respect follows in stride...

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Slain battling rain taken out cha pain
stave off your onslaught out cha offense,
defenses wins games taken out cha lames/
flavorsome rhymes danish killer clowns from earth
murk you dirts coming off the derp my twerk be MODOK/
roam throughout the belligerent now you hence my title
be how I wild out when the wilcox
drops I stock on ammo til it don't stop/
prognosticate dabbling in debates
awake from the kicks you spitting off/
claim the forbearance taken a back
now I am the high score you try for/
tactically you ain't droving droning pwning get cha owned
by clones we've developed at CLONE WAR rate/
come out the dirt, rise from the grave
I am old mummy never inked up always drenched in blood/
I got my arms wrapped up with gold bangles that dangle
SHAZAM, boom, bam you ain't lasting past this fight man/

[Mantra]

thanks for the props mos high!

[Mantra]

Love balance bring it wrong another thug silenced from desert eagle talons
ladies treasure the stallion stability got it by the gallons
red juice drinking in a green suit all u hornets mute
when i walk by sharper than a hawks eye
dark high light wind thoughts spin I'm back again
talent got me in another inning to win
ribbon on the newly purchased sword yellow trim
never been spoon fed reserves act like birds 4 the bread
take the streets fuck the cred crazy with meds
got emcee's tripping skipping after the tracks i tread
unheard of like homeless feds leaving bodies boneless dead
the poem that's read make friends and associated fanatics
get at it and you'll be under the country field cabbage
pestering rabbits machine guns stop the static
statistics gathered high murder census rate
you could blindfold me and my senses snake

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

slightness the tightness the strike list leave no prints
my ink pens be darts shot into people like penguin uses umbrellas/
cinder-block locked targets bark it market start it fart it kiss of the plague
wager a fuselage on your title belt leave you smelt like metal melted/
delta enforcer cord tosser click bravado rapidly end cha sentence
now your clouded in wars thoughts are never ending
with words wiser than kids on flying dogs named Sebastian/
master fragments stagnant pageantry battle lures buried in bodies
thrusting blasts through ya chest plate, leaving no debate/
they call me Techwon aka The Master of Sha No Jutsu
bust a few, cobra clutch dope fiend dusted domes rusted clones/
bluster a few coming off your tron high i wonder why
colossal failures get printed in "New Wu Times", getting on my grime/
grind sideline injury you like Achilles emcees steady daring to test
address the sheep as the deepest type writer fill fighter wired lighter/
hybrid never given proper insight on why some cats are mental midgets
y'all niggaz are widgets and apps never used just dollars being abused/
cue up "A Death's Doormat" and watch Tech rip with ubiquitous technicians
so unique your seeds are affected, before conception
connected with the tricks you spitting G too/

[Mantra]

kiss the sky cloud talk decorate the concrete with grey chalk
sharpen the blades bought the living beige shark
every verse art without fights we made marks
Soloist shift your thoughts into nuetral grounds to embark
stay lifted ways gifted the shifters grave shifted
no dismissal the poverty poet with a pistol
Get you slammed by a geek squad after an eye examination
over your over exaggeration staggering from the stagnation
were shaping the shapes justice poetics govern ya mind-state
just wait and we come with weaponry fresh from Kuwait
at the show you had a root beer pulling your hair roots in fear
rocking the heimisphere the verbal menace feared

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

sound displays get minds grayed without any Jennifer's dirty dancing
multiplicity crafted beyond comparison coming at cha from all prospective/
connected concocted dropped off the map back in the shack
after you rip i unzip your mind and re-populate it with mental images from out of this world/
graph bars to the times you've been tatted i am old mummy sunny
youthful bars don't phase me bro, your just a lazy lawn gnome/
every rhyme i write is an open and shut case
just don't even need a suitcase to make a quick change in the phone booth/
rotter roast cha crew down to plumbing problems mechanically never solved
by y=X squared now you've been paired in equalization's
omnipotent to those who just rage quit/
when ever the sheepish decides speak on topics
leaving eye dried from all the tears just cried,
and ya girls vagina's wet from what I just flipped/

[MosHigh]

dexter mentality the lab is hidden somewhere in the galaxy
precision within incisions not actually a test i just be quizzin'
mathematically on the mission efficiently givin' what ya missin'
just a spark will show the terrors in the dark that be hissin'
black shark i never sleep deep i lurk underneath what ya seek
above the brim my fin is so sharp slice theories into strings to eat
scribe Golden Verses like Pythagoras the Greek
unique splash refract the light when it and the surface meet
visualize my might it's only limited by what you peep in-sights
so i keep my height out of reach of tykes
enlighten state heavyweight i meditate and equate to a lazy 8
i'm infinite in what i create orchastrate a symphony so great
simply it must be a mistake...

[Mantra]

Under the bridges they hide from rhyme knight's my lines light
Shining into the horizon spectrums of insight
blessing my kin right test open your windpipes
hype were never believing just thieving and leaving
breathing easy while it's penalties thier receiving
Beat em with mics til' they bleeding blood gushes
roll on the toughest emcee's carry the crutches
Damage ya brains as if you knew the damage of dust is
flag down on your facuility turf universal rushes
can't hush this he can't be muted or computed
stay timberland booted foundation is deep rooted
By soulja's he's saluted bad dimes recruited make him lose it
from the highest buildings to the lowest valley's he rallies
And keeps his enterprize wise cats with straps in your alley's

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I spit through darts I use as an excuse, to cue the best even now
now you checking me with improper logic couple with weak weaponry/
deadly melodies is how I create the rescipe
now emcees wanna cipher with The Sheep/
thought I wasn't Techwon No More
so I had to bloody up the swords and chop heads on records
divided into sectors with a prerequisite entered in/
now you ain't detesting the better efforts you can't even emerge
from words I submerge diverge from verbs turnt into nouns/
now you clowns frown upon darts I allow relieve most cats from there naps
and watch me snipe down beats with just a few bars/
chomp the beats you can't reach so I tweak and slow down the tempo
enter ya initial I am the overly official sickest psycho semi auto ripper/
speak your topics i'll leave your optics dried like California raisin
you ain't rhyming your auto tuning without any forks I spork you fools/
leave the tool belt at home, to this ninja anything is spittable
or equate the lyrical stylings I used as weaponry/
it's the art of warring words scorning herbs
doppleganging rippers with darts that'll shut e'm up like zippers/

[Mantra]

divine vines i'm in the vineyard with Martha discussing fine bottled wines
emcee's get lunch eaten those who think otherwise get in line
my crew travel in flocks with cell phone camera's to record the breaking of your spine
raping of your mind the gasses travel and murder security on borders during watch-time
cloud the sky with vomit burning from out the alpine chains break reactions crime
faces flooded with glass broken in my pocket trees budded
astrology studied we workout after the war's half-time
sparking my pastimes robbing ballers for flashy shines
taste of the cake attracts hoodlums with nines
gold in the teeth sparkle we bubble the bind
troubled doubling up on the weight 60 percent of the time
skills classy dogs faithfully follow the kid like Lassie
you either dap me, blast me, or carefully pass me..

[Mantra]

Ronald started playing as a youngin' in the parks where cats were gunning
his moves were stunning he was hailed as Jordan except the second coming
he could cross-over and break ankles his game was stunning
he wore top-ten addidas full courts he was running
Ladies were coming in flocks to watch the kid shoot shots
ecspecially Loretta half-black half- Dominican that was real hot
every dealer had crushes on her even the big shots
Everyone from cops to fire-fighters saw her and their jaws dropped
But she was hooked on Ron even asked him out to the Prom
He took the offer and a stretch limo to ride in provided by his mom
See he was a straight A student as well as an athlete
that hung out with school geeks and dodged the traps of the streets
but his cousin that he lived with was a thug that loved to blast heat
he always kept Ron on his toes about the rules of the street
But Ron didn't listen for long and he started doing wrong
but he straightened him-self out in fear that his scholarship would be gone
He would go on and on about how he wanted to make it to the N.B.A.
and how his favorite players were jordan, kobe, and doctor J
and his mother would prey that he didn't end up like his pops
and ron promised her he would not end up like him
an amatuer boxer that ended up doing double life in the pin
instead of playing with his son he would waste cash n' spend
It on drugs and prostitutes not caring where he would end
so with that knowledge of his dad Ron wanted to succed
and not end up like the other bastard seeds
so in his spare time he would study and read
and his favorite books were the art of war and Makaveli
so on to him and Loretta both know happily engaged
he got the scholarship to the state's best college so he could play
and Loretta co-owned a salon with her mom around the way
and one day ron went back to his old hood showing off his accolades
there was this one dude who was jealous off his neighborhood fame
he was a loser that's why to this day i can't remember his name
a fake blood that rocked red flags plus fake gold rings and chains
no matter how much his parents chastised him in the past he refused to change
kinda strange how things happen he had charges from robbery to kidnapping
He caught Ron napping in his car with Keri Hilson blasting
ron saw him and put the window down and they gave one another pounds
he asked Ron where he'd been and he told him out of town
so the fake thug asked for a ride and ron told him no prob
as they were driving ron asked dude if he gave his life to god
Dude replied no amazed by the concern he thought it was odd
to make a long story short ron hooked the dude up with a nice job
and the dude couldn't understand why he had intensions of murdering such a good man
Ron and loretta happily married with two kids for them they had college plans
until Ron had to meet the demands of Uncle sam
he went to Iraq and a bomb made him lose his leg and both hands
He came home to see his wife sleeping with another man
so he bought a gun and murdered them both
as soon as Loretta opened the door he slipped it out of his coat
after the rage he calmed down crying that he killed the love of his life
what would he tell his kids when they come home tonight?
what's weird is nobody in the whole hood heard a thing
so he put the gun in his mouth and did the extreme
someone said he might have heard him calling out god's name
both of his kids are in foster home it's a motherfucking shame

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

It's the Return of the psycho of microphones
playing heads like bongos, and game controllers/
now emcees thinking my mind hasn't dwarf or evolved much
since my inception introduction conduction of the Sheepish the Lord of Chaos/
now when I flip bars I leave most planets scared, baron and bare
I've morphed like a star eclipsing your sun and moon/
graph whole octagonal rhymes leaving most minds hollow
now you getting shattered like ice caverns, don't think I'm having it/
pattern bars after it complicated dated never reverberated
educated commune bayou observation crafted creations out of notions/
closed combat Shaolin hand-lock iron staff leaves skulls smashed
nun-chuck you ducks with squires that never duck they robbing you for bucks/

[Mantra]

my war parables are unbearable to people's understanding
in the cut smoking nick's while my son holding the cannon
we went from scraping to scrambiling to situation handiling
when my lights cut off i brought candles in
roman made chariots sculptures on the back of my fade
On the killing fields throwing passes of death like tom brade
i meant brady the haze makes my vision hazy
eternal legend elk strong my born number seven
so to haters throwing shade on my section 9 crew
we can meet in person and battle to death in the duel
snatch the iron mic you baby rappers die in your drool pools
We move keys to unlock doors so the team can come through
we went from selling to melon swelling domes of fake felons
onionheads skinned alive the smell tears the eyes
take off the goggles and bravely face the deepest depths
fight the powers that be until the date of my death
so you can swing low or aim high, shoot the ones, or drive-by
if i survive let it be known it wasn't my day to die