"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[SKAMPOE]

ill af fuck bee

[H.Notik]

word to the masses, my liftime smothered in ashes
rolling blunt after blunt on sofas covered in plastic
ignoring god. see his commandants as a fraud
if i have to kill a man than surely he did me wrong
yo i exit out the building leaving blessins droppin bombs
harming nothing but a villian watch the children sing my song
on my day of birth spit it divine fated in dirt
when i rise from the pain you can tell me what its worth
to be a man moving through the ruckus of society
pigs always eying i'm ducking through through the firing
let it be known whether on the streets or in my home
i believe in my own self one king upon my throne
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now they prey to there god in this world full of nothing
cuz they days going hard an they cant push the button
feel the pain of my squad cuz we stay we losing brothers
if had to pick another one i'd tell him fuck it run...

[BornPower]

now they prey to there god in this world full of nothing
cuz they days going hard an they cant push the button
feel the pain of my squad cuz we stay we losing brothers
if had to pick another one i'd tell him fuck it run...

sprint in different directions,
my twisted connections blacksmith wessons with dripping pens
images are transmitted by convincing lies,
digitized into minimum files,
these scripts are but bit torrents stitched by this viscious warrior in orange
from this torn pad I am sworn into foreign pacts,
build boards from born facts and form attacks with small soldiers that use swords and axes
I've been warned about opening attachments,
trojan combatants soaking roaming data in batches
code fragments are the track's composers and wraps,
acetone and coal's ashes are the only lasting components of this ghostly act...

[Mantra]

See the strips of flesh left on the ground from the beasts rounds
of brutal firing squads of thugs shot down
So you can sit-down or act know it's two choices
my ear-drums ringing all i heard a few voices
i chose to act watching friends turn
to only learn that slaves burn
trading spirits for gold these niggas have no concerns
About elevation finding a false toughness from incarceration
Shut em down patient chest shots leave vests rocked
Hand skills took years some of the best boxed
Wins, and losses double-crossed us
not what you call luck when a over-rated contender is honored
with a weak crown and phony love emotionally cornered
he's looking for a building to jump-off he's slightly slaughtered
bothered by a truth he can't live knowing
so instead of therapy he dreams of going
so blind the coward
could care-less bout who he's leaving behind

[Mantra]

fuck that

effects of fallen dominoe's scare delivery boys we skid n destroy
Bust heads daily so there's more paramedics to employ
plus the doctors my intelligence off the rockers
ice with the vodka crab fury get pinched for the pasta
another victory day get laid for your lay's
Meaning chips the old blocks haunted by dips
frantic with this bars so marvelous
know spreads the red blood once blue
a indy crew 500 deep racing to see the end of you
Fuck a hedge-hog these sonics boom
you don't know the pain i feel from the fumes

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Out the dark you create cha profile
my game on is low-fidelity for some who can't hear me/
touch up your internet connect, interject who do u respect
I can Big Ben derail your career with more scandals in a year/
gimme a track I’ll know it out the park
know my heart is the dark/
deathly hollows couldn't follow then
didn't even want my autograph/

[Mantra]

show me the contents.. are you exploding under pressure ?
power the better another victory vendetta u rulers can't measure
feathers lost boss splattered he spat the sauce
apple leaking while i was freaking his wisdom my head sucked off
for him an obvious lost like the i.r.s. auctioned his lab off
on the run gun stallion who branded the black horse
object my force heads off impact of swingin' swords
writing after banging broads real live executioner force
he keeps contending deep blue sea cases pending
it's blues, and tools plus the systematic bending
major back pain from carrying the coffin surrounded by flames
some drown trying to reach the land of fame
arms hurting from the strain you dogs are gravy trained
keep the sugar for shane the next champ i'm on my manny pac game
Natural to trap ya'll like pigs trap trap-stars
How can i be racist driving a white car?
crackreads mingle with rock stars at hollywood bars
my steez diseased son call it sars the illest by far
land-slide your hills slash bashed him with guitar

[Mantra]

fuck that

we get it in writing powerful poetics with ball-point pens
duck or eye-stabs inject the ink in your 20/20 visions
praise this precison verbal beatings heating my living
sight clear before i hit the corners with multiple trimmings
eat this with bare hands master's after my plans travel on sands
lobster cook your soft flesh giant pot holds the screaming man
stinging's grand this hitman's guns don't jam
join in the jubilee and you'll peep exotic freestyles fam
white owl's got me twisted saying these mystics existed before
trojan bust your dome with hidden chrome thoughts decorate the floor

[BornPower]

fuck that

white owl's got me twisted saying these mystics existed before
trojan bust your dome with hidden chrome, thoughts decorate the floor

I'm posted with phillies and sweet roaches, their original inner chi has been poured
energy stored and released in a smoke screen's form,
at times I promote greed, hold court in the streets amid a screaming storm of deceit
no snow on my trees,
my stones leave huge domes between my two feet
witness the degrees of Section crew chiefs,
this one has huge teeth and glows with Shonuff's gruesome grease
sport suits and sneaks like Martin on Blue streak,
off a few leaves I blew cheese and confused below average M.C.'s
on Rza tracks or Timb beats my bats grew more than a few feet,
goin hard, my ropes never grow slack and y'all win,
we've never known defeat

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Just another tail from grizzly ground up crushing sucker emcees
tight and see the whites of their eyes when I begin to write/
can't fight what cha cannot strike my height be mild in comparison
my actions be in-comparison to defensive when your just an offensive/
option to pass draft axes cap you maxes asking you got cha ratchets
I’m the avid collector commenting your each and every move/
everybody’s a critic but these critics got the nerve ask me
if I’m the sheep that's deep as pearls found in the ocean/
closed casket bask in a demon's gaze my razor is sharp as ya fade
clipping many in my wake, seeing how I bake your cooks can't take the cake/

[Mantra]

My tribe rides for the blood-shed we used to push powder like huskies pushed sleds
know the unbreakable focus of legally getting bread keeps the seeds belly's fed
shit when i was young i was starving i used to have to shop-lift bread
I wondered why the most high left us for dead until my conscience said
utilize your talents instead of running with knuckle-heads
around here they dump hot-lead streets hotter than a blunt-head
running from the 5-0 strengthened the kids chicken legs
know we got blues, and reds wetting each other how 5 year olds wet beds
it's crazy how some fool nearly grazed me with a guage gee
People want hand-out's theyr'e just plain lazy
cops want to taze me their black man assasins
I still arm-up fuck if my demise is an untimely passing
the soul lives on hit the field and get my blitz on
eat right and live strong a sip of wine few tokes of chron
Biological father gone so know i'm humming heaven's song
gene traits are 7 strong pavements beer i pour on

[Mantra]

fuck that

were trapped to rules taught nothing in school's under pressure by oppressor rule
the false shine attracted eleven goons with deadly tools
it's like two bodies by the time it's noon the protector of the stars, and moons
spar with words transformed to conscious tunes knowlege the platoon
of sacred jewels classified by the true and living building in the room
windows covered so were not discovered plots will not be uncovered
awaken sisters, and brothers opposites attract we put contracts on homo lovers
he got burn cause his promo's rubber he got bread but no butter

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Snap ya back heart cha attacks mastering firing squads
I am hiring hard making the board takes an EQ
and more equipment that makes me mad at you/
tone touching dusted busted up load cha specs
my trenches be sentences entering into this relentless
pretentious questionnaires busting cells in the brain for thinking so hard/
card carry battle Barry as the Fastest Man Alive
dive off the cliff dip your hand in acid and laugh at cha/
i'm sadistic opportunistic vicious with the wish list
give you more broken bones than bones we each own/
flown dome shown blown owned by the time I touched principles
inking well sinking in hell yell at cha team for not leaving the bench/
dent cha temple pimp out cha worst in society
profiteering max gear racketeering drink beer/
suicide in slums so young drink ya water
never the toxicity level or the mind altering/
I’m Excalibur raps albert pujios flowing with a two-fifty batting average
nicest ripper eclipsing your halls with Gauls of fame tatted on your name/

[Mantra]

eternal delivery dedrimental doses of the deadly quotes
gloves off to punch the pope Ali tactics rope-a-dope
smoke your hope it's all rolled and ready to toke
i'm like the leevees that broke i rebuild what's broke
smarter than most dumber than none i do joke
occasionally foot for your ass to see
watch it go in kush i'm holding

[Mantra]

I come rushing through neutral Grid-lock iron fired in your zone
he comes shanking instead of spanking ya'll stank asses over-thrown
unknown face where they rest a test to date liscense the plates
Some of these kids tyson with weight bury em in the garden state
sure to damage any managers and acts they manage
theyr'e price paying it's war the night blazin'
out-side the cage kin cheer my sparatic fires flamning
blaming me and mine to be rubbed out with precise aiming
may the crowd say a-men he's paid like damon
probably making more he hates the whores
include the trolls last of the originals
fuck ya'll sub-lime subliminal submit your minerals