"show These Crabs How To Rhyme Thread"

[$inista]

NICE!^^^

I cracked the matrix with multi-grammatical mathematical complicated algorithmic equations related through linguistic phrases placement deep in your imagination to make you go ape shit when I lace scripts. Love it or hate it, your cerebellum gets violated as I rape it with creative ejaculations giving birth to young sterile thoughts that leave you lost when I say shit, I’m algebraic with multidimensional attacks on your menstrual cycle I know you feel it like a brand new person growing inside you, you know the skills is vital & explosive as plastic fully loaded & havoc eloping with passion for clashing words creating accidents out of emcees who want to die rapping, I be die laughing

[Mantra]

criminal thought subliminal shot on the merry-go-round spinning up pot
rest in peace to the special one my concious daughters invest in guns
my hard wood rest in em they break-down chest then lungs
we came up hard drums congo ones bang in slums
family life broken from a slaying after playing dice
i'm cold water lay in ice the grain of rice
the new christ that shoots fights
your two wrong to get it right

[Mantra]

it's belly drama the hunger of starvation he starts grazing to hunt
my prey lunch after one knock-out punch ya'll lines i punt
you cunt stunt your not hitting this half-a-blunt
for me it's therapy to thump and put em in the dump
you city chump big man who's really a shrimp
fake pimp getting robbed by hoes, moes, and gimps
air out your blimps happy landing this ain't your average cannon
break legs so there will be no last man standing

[$inista]

Im demanding cash for randsom is how I answer threats with slit necks piss on ya best fist to da chest iron & vest never da less hit you with da smith & wess clip inserted Flippin heads with written text letting you know you'll go missing next, in depth perplex visual habitual lyrical spit at you nothing fictional unconditional hate to esculate the drama with armor my pride & honor ponder slaughter with da type of persona to conjure monsters & missile launchers upon ya da flow is too hot I pop thermometers

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

dust off the pad straight speak ignorance ignorant to the fact
face the acts making packs of bars into just gold
fold cha flow into paper watch them planes, crash n burn/
take the throne never needed an invite,
i'm invite me, myself and the irony ironically irony isn't iron enough for the damages/
i inflict confect all i infect inject intercept inside anything inked up ioned out in eons trying to operate while just populating mixtapes/
stop the party dart cha body pump down the clowns they're too sad, to be bad
polyatchi trying match wits with nothing you can't blink fast enough against
dump out more rounds than showtime has time to play with/
penning minds with albert einstein trying combine angles with the anals of darkness
park this, i spark this with the heartless now we can snipe this when it's rightous/

[$inista]

Check the flows, it supose to be explosive, fully loaded sparking minds like I'm holding spliffs, heads split in two when the iron lift my dude, ignite my penmenship the kid is rude with relentlessness vengeance, vial & venomous bio chemist experiments, The transcripts angelic & devilish it has to burn, ashes To earn then sprinkled around to spread the germ, I'm awfully sick congested wit spit I vomit Obnoxious hits to crawls under skin to spread the pestilence, I'll body you with writen evidence and call it criminal negligence tribu mitiltia my tribe repersent

[Mantra]

this tight quote will let the mic smoke and break all high hopes
slaves fetch the rope hang em high then toast
watch glasses shatter as i fumigate the roast
you players are too depressed for the advice of a coach
run your bags or you'll be running mad
word to amy you would have lived if you went to rehab
i'm nothing but trouble a golden arm glowing in the rubble
criminal saviour always on my worst behaviour
high as a hater the game full of traitors
cell on know i called the undertaker

[tekunique]

this tight quote will let the mic smoke and break all high hopes
slaves fetch the rope hang em high then toast
watch glasses shatter as i fumigate the roast
you players are too depressed for the advice of a coach
run your bags or you'll be running mad
word to amy you would have lived if you went to rehab
i'm nothing but trouble a golden arm glowing in the rubble
criminal saviour always on my worst behaviour
high as a hater the game full of traitors
cell on know i called the undertaker

broke niggaz get tight, choke
fall off walkin the tight rope
how high ? blackout, white smoke
blow ya back out what, now u frontin
like Stuntman Mike, fucking cowards..
scarecrow scared to go with the flow
u aint no pro show blows get owned
by homos sparrin in the dojo in slo mo
livin a lie yo but its what you chose tho
nose grow sucked in Misery, Bates' Mo'
tel on ya way to hell bro i can end ya pain tho
send u where the crows go now u jane doe
rest in pieces count sheeps jumpin over rainbows

[BornPower]

Jackets dumped,
get gumshoes slumped in raincoats
My lungs propel cocain blows,
Costumes and capes on displayed ghosts
Disappear in hazy smoke,
Kraken strangle men with long ranged approaches
Bronze skinned battalions assassinate with arranged notes
Armor brains, shells chained to this mortician's reamaining robes

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

broke niggaz get tight, choke
fall off walkin the tight rope
how high ? blackout, white smoke
blow ya back out what, now u frontin
like Stuntman Mike, fucking cowards..
scarecrow scared to go with the flow
u aint no pro show blows get owned
by homos sparrin in the dojo in slo mo
livin a lie yo but its what you chose tho
nose grow sucked in Misery, Bates' Mo'
tel on ya way to hell bro i can end ya pain tho
send u where the crows go now u jane doe
rest in pieces count sheeps jumpin over rainbows

sane pros aim throws, know my tackles be spits you can't quit too legit to rip
flip a flow flyer than lake tahoe, gotcha games grams and names know my fame/
regin man stolen game plan, came jams plan janes get cha crows feet looking plain, knowledge bowling get cha looking as funny as jay leno's jawline/
maw grind paw time charlie hampers get cha tap dancing faster usual
speak off the cuff, leave more riffs off the bluff, dusk til spawns/
word is bone know misery loves cum-pany, or didn't cha mean cum in her panties, grand ol' unplugged ways slaying cakes with more breaks than army tanks/
know the l-o-r-d, be certified throwing dives making strides
uninstalling probes from the loaves loves homer dug bugged out/
strung out on the hype you type up when your laying down pipes
miked up strikes leaves more copper on the side than hot water pipes/
nicer with remotes didn't access give you smoked doped out cha quotes
soaked them in bible paper, watch me awake ya when i break ya/

[Mantra]

it's flame to fables lit your net-work change the cables it hurts to be labeled
those who want fury on the mic device will be lyrically disabled
they go out of location for fear of retaliation tally up my frustration
no restraints just blood stains punishment for violation
i'm taking measures drastic your treasures are plastic
my fits and hits fantastic until murders added
fuck the d.a. they see spray until i'm clear the way
childish emcee's too hard-headed to throw rubbish rhymes away
as the green mantis preys i don't play i display

[$inista]

I spit ether on non believers & leave them leaking liters, catch a seizures cardiac arrest
hot metal trough ya chest relax take a breather you look a hot mess don't hyperventilate
you'll be facing certain death control your breath, you don't no me yet kid take a wild guess
stay humble but stay a wild threat with a tribe no less then a hundred spread across the U.S. No horse shit prepared for war like warships stock piles of amo & canned goods, up in fort dix in the range smoking barrows like backwoods deranged, AK,s & AR,s & different array of arms too heavy we stay deadly tactically ready to pop ya noodles on some gangsta shit face over plate of spaghetti

[Mantra]

they say that he brings the most dramatic drama ever
cold-blooded lover of winter weather
all of the lights break darkness then an earth-quake
no self loathing just hate a murder to premeditate
decapitate all gravel-pit snakes
the buttons pushed explosive fate
retaliate by smashing jake at an enemies wake
it's your party cry if u want to fake i'm taking the cake

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Quick quo pro flow open doorways dead lame slam slays
sheepish doormat word rap erradicate faded fate waited out the jakes/
brainwaves remote control lames by vocal, these are the breaks
awaken phoenix daw jawn bone broke down loaners to diviends/
shift down ways games nowadays writing lines is how fanatical rippers spit statistical spitting mystical leaving you literal/
overtly critical nuclear fallout dominate malls out with just mp3's when my ego's are in tow, disc spins a revolution confucius found confusing/

[Mantra]

back to grind the hand of time is mine flows too fine to define
known to surpass the average savages lines
i'm metro express irregular retro effects
stay building choke vets and choke pests
eliminate you for plotting on my space n time
holy grail holder hell, love, or right design
the fine vintage wine sipped slow and i'm grim
swine free about to pee on your pilgrims
known in my city without a mainstream spin