"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[Mantra]

feelings i can never escape isolation from the nation's elite
stand and die with my pride instead of falling to retreat
you can make a beat but you cannot make a leap
to step up and become an awakened sheep
instead you become conditioned to the conditions
hard-headed still believing in a bull-shit religon
with no control over how your living
you think being a man means having kids, and a women?
we have to check ourselves what we eat and how were living
you know were your going if you not stuck on where youv'e been
failures advice is for themselves and they tell it to other men

[$inista]

My tribe is an institution to the visualization of vocabulary various movments conducive to spiting fluids, saliva live-er then any rival survival of the fittest though I play the wizer still my physical fitness is an esquzit tempal for wich I live in! so its my business That I keep it in running in optimal conditions to go the distance, til I reach my experation date then my soul continues to run wit my elevated mental state, with gods grace I'm able lace a page so you can feel the expresion on my face with a foul taste of how we living, tourment are we the solution? Pollution populating the air space I call it air rape the way our oxygen is molested, its only rigth the earth expresses her transgressions With 180 miles per hour whirlwinds I call it self preservation, mothers anger is only esculating she spitting fire and shaking the place up, causing tidal waves & such, as to say behave you lil fucks before I wipe you off the face of my existence

[Mantra]

not from killa hills but iv'e chilled on hill's with killa's were dogs like chincilla's
You can find us by the direction of smoke pillar's
Heavy weight builders knocked out my hand skills iller
Still clutch a biscuit to get with your district
survey the area then bury a squad of misfits
telling wino's to lay off the liquids
Late at night i see the chic's pimped
by dudes their pops age they get caught in block raids
these are hot days so i rock a wife-beater in hell's cage
spit in a cops face sneakers laced for the chase
noting sweet in the songs this isn't "amazing grace'"
noone is safe from thugs with hearts filled with hate
gun clapping to get hung in court for a homicide case
lives gone to waste mothers emotionally drained
they thinking were all the same it's a fucking shame
but who cares? Father's denying the kid's theirs
gangsters shot for flag colors wheeling wheel-chairs
alot of cats rocking red cause the blood spills here
i walk by white women lock their car doors in fear
grabbing their purses looking for pepper-spray, or mace
everybody chasing the cheese it's a modern day rat-race

[$inista]

Im retrofitted with hyroglypics encrypted in the blood of my viens, hunger for change in these troubling days, consumption of pain, we all different, but we struggle the same, metaphisically connected erected electric in brains, surrendering to the waves, ecntric for days, a misfit with a fist lift, feel the energy from a distance, enter the synergy from seven centuries passed, with no concept of the time that elapsed communicating through the cerebral something leathal, straight to the heart adrenaline rush! overdose on the flow & use the vocab as a medicine, crush! opposition, the mission just listen Forget. it, mic check it... my academics is a copestetic poetic epidemic That causes headaches in the heads of adolescents when they feel the presence of these majestic testiments being ejected like projectiles, in otherwords I project styles for foul childs & loud mouths get a dousage of black clouds, How you act now can attract rounds, running on the devils playground speaking his language got you feeling the anguish, what you got to say now, nothing postive its obvious we sheep for the slaughtering, and deserving of it, for this life & addicton to sin, repent from with in & feel you soul start to lift, the metaphysics gifted inscriptions from the most high reaching your spirt through your convictions, I felt the souls of dead man living through the words I started spitting

[Mantra]

a thought can be destructive when it's motivated by a motive
that's negative
i keep it fly like i only had a day to live
were robbing our own while others are dying to give
Families seeking refuge to save their kids
from gang recruitments and becoming fugitives
but you can't run from the drama it follows
our bones are hollow and a lot us are shady and shallow
i partied half my life away and still had a better tommorow
I bettered myself instead of giving in to pity, and sorrow
that's self-demeaning everything in life has a meaning
so get that legit paper even if it means cooking or cleaning
sweeping or burger flipping i remember back in the day school skipping
And my mom giving that ass a whipping

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Back in the fold untold heights
bold cha rights highlight cha reels/
dominate cha fields watch how I free fall
Get cha Gaudy It's Mortal Kombat drink a 40/
might cha lights life ups my powers hammer throws out dark towers
fire flower Mario weapon x to zero coward cha downers/
grip back in the hood popping pills clocking kills
shocking til Emmett Till's now we building after shocks/
Pyrex stocks topples Tops my cards be thrown out shocked charges
document barrages gamble gambits tackling out cha liners how about we tip the scales/
justice aggressive intelligence timid occurrence prescribe
watch me oversee and probate cha Norman Bates watch out for the next tape/
I am THE RING side swipe mind wipe total manikin
panic full metal artist bastard rippers get cha skin zipped off/
clown you towners native new yorker straight shit fire bomb rhyme talker
got cha politics in the business every one's my public enemy/
gimme your paradigm grimy stable hand held
never a noob gimme your aesop fable/
dead able mind cable pull out cha plugs from the matrix
aim with patience i'm tactically accurate with immaculate perception/

[Mantra]

here he comes the cleanest one amongst the filth and scum
seeing crack-heads on the gutter grounds looking for crumbs
used to sell em bagged soap jums when i was broke son so i could feed my son
all the o.g.'s like wow look at what the knuckle-head has become
a grown man responsible dealing with all challenges and obstacles
shit life is short and work iv'e got a lot to do
into "Big things" like Nas no time to chill on blocks with crews
or hang with screw-up's still find time to screw a bird or two
hit em then leave with em with a couple of bucks for food
they dying to smoke sorry no federal reserved notes
the black-market trying to boot-leg my quotes

[Mantra]

fearful rappers telling the pigs an earful of info
i end you with a vengance revengeful
Send you diseases dated back to the days of Jesus
If you leave us quietly with protection pay gat i won't squeeze it
Catch vagina's like cases i eventually beat it
never plead out women blow me til' the seeds out
ducking smoking barrels of enemies with heat out
and if i bust back it's a bloody pay-back
but i'd rather listen to wu work and paper-stack
Doing push-up's until i hear numerous muscles crack in my back
Some talk a good one but never will be the head of the pack

[ArcherPriest]

treacherous blood suckers slumped in bat caves
vanishing sluts in black capes, virgin appetites
black resurrection sacrifice, brought her back to life
reigning the lasts days, we prayed for bloodshed
digging up mass graves of faithfully undead
with drugged heads, immune to blade or slug threats
service's best elite, merciless death marines
caught while they slept with weapons sheathed
cold stares, my stremf increased for warfare
attacking privates like some herpe sore flares
test matryrs in fuedal armor, brutal bombers
who left ya noodle jarred in funeral parlors
this division's encrypted glyphs in stone
wicked visions that's livin' within ya dome
cope wif daymares, my 16 homies dont play fair
stomping with thirty two legs, like 8 chairs

[Mantra]

treacherous blood suckers slumped in bat caves
vanishing sluts in black capes, virgin appetites
black resurrection sacrifice, brought her back to life
reigning the lasts days, we prayed for bloodshed
digging up mass graves of faithfully undead
with drugged heads, immune to blade or slug threats
service's best elite, merciless death marines
caught while they slept with weapons sheathed
cold stares, my stremf increased for warfare
attacking privates like some herpe sore flares
test matryrs in fuedal armor, brutal bombers
who left ya noodle jarred in funeral parlors
this division's encrypted glyphs in stone
wicked visions that's livin' within ya dome
cope wif daymares, my 16 homies dont play fair
stomping with thirty two legs, like 8 chairs

Skill pure skill!!

[Mantra]

whoever ever said he'd fall off? shooters bust their balls-off
cats said their over-weight but a diet's their loss
i'm the type to write my plight without lights hung from the cross
many done for the cause or a un-payable cost
me and hip-hop go together like blacks, and hot-sauce
rogaine and hair-loss , worker and boss
you either lay-back or get laid-off
i ran the block you stayed off
trying to get on was easy before i was born
you whole hoods warned you won't be Pac mourned
but you'll be Brenda slain hit with hot shots air-born

[Mantra]

a li'l rusty but here goes

a visual from the miserable that's cynical and cinematic
See me acting as if time mattered, i evolved battered
a new day to track the data hold down all posts
End of the evening emote the smoke
pass it to the less priveledged folk
sometimes i spell words wrong but i'm sweat soaked
on the move with nothing to prove but a punch wrote
joke about the garbage they quote i'm on fire man of smoke
Bring the baggies fiends yelling damn he's dope!!
My hand is hope my feet are my fears
Fam first besides that very few cares
i got chains for your necks and nails for the ears
a cross for your back tissue paper for your earth
your pops looking like Montgomery Burns in the back of the church
I'll make you vomit like watching a crack-head woman give birth
I give hurts dig out a dimes physical until the chic squirts

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Day time ravenous armed nefarious armed
mysterious cheerful crushed clones bust thrones
dust poems leave most up in the dirt, planted and potted/
know the beast roasting emcees like lunch meat
think u subway like them dude losing weight/
understand while I overstate why I am the SHEEP LORD
dead hordes by boards leave e'm boa constricted constructed when ushered in/
nothing bust the hell seen through the eyes dying wives
widowed dimes notice the grind see how switching stances
leaving feeble romances from a praying mantis/
classical masterful alphabetical come off the sabbatical
leaving most post up on forum dormant from the torment/

[corky831]

I'm the white noreaga, ya'll loving my style,
bucking, 2 in the air cause the crowd to go wild!
I'm proud of my slow flow, helps me make mo dough,
with less bars, my emergence cause yall to reach for the stars,
eyes chinese, except I ain't got no SARS,
cruising down 95 in the fastest cars,
shifting gears with a bogey lit, clear my phloem with a hogey spit,
passing green around the whip, all my homies get a hit,
money thats not legitimate, our pockets rock sess,
my crew lays low, similar to loch ness,
If we eliminate all the rats, fuck a pest,
less snitches there are leads to more success!

[Mantra]

drastic operation refused all offers from Satan back to my recreations
they are looking for variables of these variations
changing like landscapes top ten fire tactics cremate
your great but unable to escape i hover and covered the great lakes
and make snakes evaporate the reality of fate
school dean murdered for snooping near my gates
stay awake or get ate like frosted flakes