"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

shame the doormat cha deaths at
rapidly rising time to wise up when you rising down/
irate by the time plates come up so I make a murkage to anything worth gripping
slip by patrols seen scrolls unrolled flows show n proving is how I am moving/
never just a credo it's how I live it best believe it
if you hadn't missed the boat the memo would have gotten to ya/
clutching my fist and screaming at the world is a boys dream
doing something about it how a man and a so called Lord of Chaos has to move/
school the youth boothed up scrub the bowls leave you suckers looking all types of foul
get cha scowls on somewhere else we showing crabs
how to drop minds with atomic times/

[Father N Dangerous]

heh been too long...

yo check it....

were Showin Crab's and Throwin Jabs, you n ur Man's just b Holdin Hands
me n J.T. Roam tha Lands just ta Grow n Expand inta sumthing More Than A Man..
Cornered a Foregin-er, in tha Corner of a Coroner

Wack Rappers Are Smashed Faster then Trash Compactors
Cash Collectors are as Fast as Leopards...
so don't be a Fat Ass wannabe Bad Ass
Cuz it could turn out as Bad As a Tax Collector, Math Inventor
Mad Preventor when it comes to tab Collectors


just a lil dribble....stay ill son

[tekunique]

tek da wickedest selecta mind bender + beat blender
funk da counterfeit ? get countered, canvas hit, surrender
start from da center spread out like water when object enters
my art official artificial niggaz actin sweet like splendas
dissolved, digested faster than nic escapin the cage in 60 seconds
i sling scriptures faster than any blade billy bob can reckon
shank a nigga bloody cutty like ranks riskin limb by limb dangle so dont gamble
darts unleashed in every angle throwin bombs at fuckin bono to dismantle

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

When the darts go.. ripping commences contentious
leave you pretentious and empty and exhausted
from each and every bar laid leaves most dismissed/
quit cha whispering on blogs I got minds that snack on you slobbs
breaded awaken stake through hearts of those can't take the criticism/
with wisdom I am a wizard with the pen regulate what cha G'N
now you see what I am saying but cha ain't saying much to begin with/
when I’m pretty loaded used close quarter combat and proceed with caution
whatever don't sleep on the Sheep and peep the mastering of skills
the size of your fortune told from a cookie/
freaking rookie get cha game up now you slimming quite grinding pretending your nice
is different from being considered a beast roasting pigs like lunch meat/
treat cha beef either fried or well done solve your own mysteries
fix your victories spit it wickedly flipping them players for prayers/

[Mantra]

sections of sectors trying to dissect my sorcery
I'm morphing me tablet popping poetry
roam the seas rest for seven years then drop 7 seeds
bread for feasts for battle wins gamblers bet on me
the stakes raised shade style throw a grenade wild
harvest of fresh corn ears for my vegan mouth
no center can box me out biters inflicted with cotton-mouth
no need for knocking out school's of emcee's are dropping out

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

speak in layers all your bars are weaker than any disease getting into ya
get off the dart or I dare you put cha clitoris on this/
If I was vagina I wouldn't be behind cha
I'd be infested with syphilis Herpes, gonorrhea, chlamydia, getting sick of it/
gifted graphs slipping maths leaves gashes blaze past cha chains making my game
checking shots knocking blocks stock piling points to break on raid gear/
slain deer flame your leaches by how I reaches atop
rock time til the rocker breaks and snaps/
given craps notch up the straps jack in and watch me execute
blackout rapidly prep the stout know I am never the new edition proclamation/
what cha documenting not to mention end cha sentence or pretend to like this
fight cha wisdom now you top gunning while I am After burning Swat Kats!/

[BLACK BART SIMPSON]

sections of sectors trying to dissect my sorcery
I'm morphing me tablet popping poetry
roam the seas rest for seven years then drop 7 seeds
bread for feasts for battle wins gamblers bet on me
the stakes raised shade style throw a grenade wild
harvest of fresh corn ears for my vegan mouth
no center can box me out biters inflicted with cotton-mouth
no need for knocking out school's of emcee's are dropping out

i liked that line the most short and sweet reminded me of something havoc would spit for some reason good shit in this thread from every1 tho.. peace fam

[tekunique]

sections of sectors trying to dissect my sorcery
I'm morphing me tablet popping poetry
roam the seas rest for seven years then drop 7 seeds
bread for feasts for battle wins gamblers bet on me
the stakes raised shade style throw a grenade wild
harvest of fresh corn ears for my vegan mouth
no center can box me out biters inflicted with cotton-mouth
no need for knocking out school's of emcee's are dropping out

lovin the multis used thruout and its to the point but makes you think. nice

[Father N Dangerous]

heh, not just me but everyone has noticed your quite the force to be reckon'd with man, im glad to see ur still at it, i can even say honestly u surpassed me bro..
and im not trying to be almighty just saying, ur better nowadayz
stay up fam, keep postinn i'll keep feeding

[Mantra]

peace kings

[Mantra]

in battle bandits get broken like the ten commandments
the gods over-stand this prey on the planet before it vanished
false as the idols exposed i was always rated by my robes
looking over polluted waters thinking of death eyeing a crow
slow sexing my wisdom body temperatures out of control
i hold hats the cold chap beneath the brim actual facts
stacking the stacks get blown off ya bike for not giving the kick-backs
i know little niggas that hold big gats to leave a wig cracked
and keep their face masked for fear of retaliation get-backs
the shit that half these fake thugs talked the kid lived that

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

always stay posted up on the beat like I never left the seat
read cha parts acted out cha charts when they sparked the lighter, eyes got wider/
ghosted foster arcs master sparks spaded rituals be how we be habitual
speak so well changing masks making those wonder who we really are/
glide off the sparks know the whites of their eyes
spy out cha chucks my Taylor be lords we cast chaos is mean
graph up drafts measure edges watch the ledger, it was my pleasure/
dead lever made lasers everywhere cuz I am never a slouch
off the couch I run dead sprints like Randy Moss at Costco/
butt load roast those compatriots didn't see it coming
sold forty grams from the hams made salmon out of gold bunions/
told cha the S-H was optimize rock suprises with one expression
delicatessen cheddar made it a allot better than just another satisfied customer/

[Mantra]

drop the razor or get your face skinned no escaping
you still die in the end like a slave who thought he was a Mason
were facing ugly ducks that died from the cobra's clutch
get broken up after i smoked you up punch-line crush
explosive punch from the bloody fists your'e fucked
and screwed i stomp bass-lines to show improve
play a hand and pick two cards to use
i rise with the apes to run the planet for it's dues

[BornPower]

Abuse the colonel's standards,
Spew kernels of sand until the view's distorted further than a hand
Ignite thoughts that remind bodies like Guy Fawkes,
Study shadow-boxing stances until my reflection no longer moves in tandem
Five percent digests your entire bandwidth,
Collect fines with wireless bandits transmitting on mass transit....

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

slash the draft, load up on picks think this shit is fixed
quickening click pickings slit cha wrist to the gift that isn't giving/
have you depicted as a fake like the Da Vinci Code is at stake
make or break nanobots timed lines breaker, breaker 1-9/
clear the line, emcees wanna test best address the best
we cipher in circumferences parallel to anything you dwelling on/
cellar born, wedlock edit tops mind clocks given drops
pros and cons be bonds we slaying on lawns cut cha corns/
leave you bored by the ward, checking production credits
when i devy up the edits as a per-requiste to flip a.../
flip the flow one kind two pairs ace up my sleeve
what cha don't believe in order and chaos look at what defines the odds/