Shizzah's Mental Asylum

[Ritter]

Mongolian Steel



As I unsheath the sword of the great warriors
I swish and cut everything through the corridors
One level down, from the dungeons down to the temples
Secrets buried for thousands of years... unveiled
For 16 days I prevailed, like in jail, with no room for bail
No shield in my other hand, going for the promised land
Found myself in caves, with live overground graves
Skeletal stenches sting your nose like wrenches
But can't go back, don't know the way back
The fact is that the math doesn't work in this torture rack
I stick the blade in one of the walls, the walls fall
I run as fast as I can, can't afford to stall
I felt rocks knock on my bloody heels
Stab a blade in your leg if you wanna know the feel
The sword remained whole, crafted by Mongolian Steel
My shattered morale went back to pick it up
It was buried in the ground and wasn't stickin out
I moved the obstacles, stone by stone
I swore to blood and gore until I break my every bone
Sword skills honed, I go in danger zones alone
I saw a demon, gleamin, I saw death in his eyes
Silver disguise, picking up the sword of the wise
He summoned a fireball of catastrophic proportions
I ran without any caution, struck the blade in his thigh in motion
The ball of fire, it's power expired, he summoned a whole empire
I ran away, like a coward before a grave
A bloody path, made, for days paved
I took my stance, raised my steel sword, roared
Crushed my own vocal chords, charged
Everything was enlarged, the vision in the back of my eye
I knew I'd die, but why? I snapped with the battle cry
One demon fell, the second quick after him, then the third
I was flapping my steel like wings of a bird
Millions of demons still remain, the battle goes on
The queue of foes' long, I move strong
An arrow struck me, my whole battle gone
Now I lay there, dead... killed
With the blood shining on my Mongolian Steel

Bump, now with a pic.

Oh, and thanks for the love yo. I'm open for collabs always.

[Prince Rai]

lisn man, im feeling a collab big time, i think our rymes can blend and ive seen some light on the freestyles we have on the other forum nahmean?

what u think?

choose a topic, a theme, a crazy theme the corp might wanna read to the end...

[Ritter]

lisn man, im feeling a collab big time, i think our rymes can blend and ive seen some light on the freestyles we have on the other forum nahmean?

what u think?

choose a topic, a theme, a crazy theme the corp might wanna read to the end...

Let's do this by PM, I'll hit you up any minute.

Peace

[Prince Rai]

peace bro, lets do this

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Drop battle axes master pyroclastic raps
Zip zap through domes like electrical jolts/
I fold up like collapsible swords used in highlander
My shit ain’t no slouch wanna take a gander/
I’m the one armed bandit smashing rhymes like atoms
Leaving protons shattered with flows that remain scattered/
I reload my mind with fuel for the blind open your mind
Optional with Chicago Winds and earthly trends/
Break your legs, limbs and shins my mind bends steel in the end
Shapely sharp throwing darts reprise seven chakras
Operate minds mechanized like thematic operas/

[Ritter]

Lightyears





Sleeping beauty eradicates the sources of Evil
Break your neck, your mother should've named you Knievel
I deceive detectives, escape epidemics, I'm in the center of the epileptics
I'm the reason Solaris Alpha's orbit is hectic, all aboard the spaceship
Explore the nebulae in the center, death of the stars are formed, in winter
I enter the mental render and take the continuum, bend her
Plasma rays sweep across the solar surface
Stars are formed, in the space cervix
The Ephalae has many forms of hibernation, full of patience
I take my time, and move the nations without special occasions
4 Billion years ago, Mars became a red barren
6 years ago, 4 Billion was the income of McLaren, in KWD*
The infamous crater remains on the surface, VBE**
Maybe life was once there, now it's a furnace for centuries
Jupiter's moons hold the key as the home of the next though
The target of HOPE***, is Callisto
The view is marvelous, like Mephisto
A planet exists, there where there is no mist
It's no myth, it's beyond the dark side, beyond Sith
Where creatures communicate through the mental
Where they chew food, without dentals
They don't need air, they don't breathe
Maybe they don't need food, they don't eat
The life creation is an accident, spontaneous
I'm not here to convert believers into atheists
How can God create something he cant control
He didn't create those mysteries for us to unfold
Lightyears beyond, extraterrestrial exists
Wondering about the same thing, as we
Could there be, life for eternity
Could there be someone out there, besides me
Take a book, and a telescope
Read the bars I wrote, read em close
It's impossible to predict, like fantasy blows
As I roam through hyperspace gates, I seal fates
Science in crates, you can't take what I say
Dispose you, like Paper Plates, this is wisdom
I have risen, beyond the boundaries of Shizzm
Read this again, the future of men in one verse
Our own history was never a curse

*KWD - Kuwaiti Dinar
**VBE - Visible By the Eye
***HOPE - Human Outer Planets Exploration

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Shizzah is spitting genius level lyrics ha ha ha lol anyways the imagery in your rhymes are very vivid son. your style of rhyming reminds of one of my favorite poets Alen Ginsberg.

[Ritter]

Thanks bro, can't wait to hear more feedback.

This was an experiment in style.

[Maccabee Ridah]

Lightyears





Sleeping beauty eradicates the sources of Evil
Break your neck, your mother should've named you Knievel
I deceive detectives, escape epidemics, I'm in the center of the epileptics
I'm the reason Solaris Alpha's orbit is hectic, all aboard the spaceship
Explore the nebulae in the center, death of the stars are formed, in winter
I enter the mental render and take the continuum, bend her
Plasma rays sweep across the solar surface
Stars are formed, in the space cervix
The Ephalae has many forms of hibernation, full of patience
I take my time, and move the nations without special occasions
4 Billion years ago, Mars became a red barren
6 years ago, 4 Billion was the income of McLaren, in KWD*
The infamous crater remains on the surface, VBE**
Maybe life was once there, now it's a furnace for centuries
Jupiter's moons hold the key as the home of the next though
The target of HOPE***, is Callisto
The view is marvelous, like Mephisto
A planet exists, there where there is no mist
It's no myth, it's beyond the dark side, beyond Sith
Where creatures communicate through the mental
Where they chew food, without dentals
They don't need air, they don't breathe
Maybe they don't need food, they don't eat
The life creation is an accident, spontaneous
I'm not here to convert believers into atheists
How can God create something he cant control
He didn't create those mysteries for us to unfold
Lightyears beyond, extraterrestrial exists
Wondering about the same thing, as we
Could there be, life for eternity
Could there be someone out there, besides me
Take a book, and a telescope
Read the bars I wrote, read em close
It's impossible to predict, like fantasy blows
As I roam through hyperspace gates, I seal fates
Science in crates, you can't take what I say
Dispose you, like Paper Plates, this is wisdom
I have risen, beyond the boundaries of Shizzm
Read this again, the future of men in one verse
Our own history was never a curse

*KWD - Kuwaiti Dinar
**VBE - Visible By the Eye
***HOPE - Human Outer Planets Exploration

PRO!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ritter]

Illest, realest, every sentence shines like pendant
21 MC's dropped to dust, the rhythm hit em
I followed the leader, the enchanted mind of the reader
The mic, I need her, pieces of puzzle, complicated
Rhyme never outdated, never outnumbered
Untouchable, he swagged, while everyone blundered
Don't battle, if you don't know the casualties of war
What hurts more, a hardcore MC knockin at a sellout door
Don't sweat the technique I speak, pull the plug, I'm unique
A microphone fiend, hardcore in the genes, MC's flee
Know what I mean
Shit's serious, no jokes allowed, he's holding the crown
I like to move the crowd
He knows you got soul, he keeps the mic in fahrenheit, he makes it cold
He's the master, the 18th letter, so do what you're told
His DJ is named president, a hardcore hip hop royalty resident
Real estates on a plate, as Rakim Seventh Seals your fate
In the ghetto, there's no escape, Rakim the great, sets you straight
His melody is untouchable, hits you with a gamma ray, with no omega
It's been a long time, a lot of gold rhymes, but his is always greater
He never fell on the dark side, he's still rockin the bells
He keeps bars cold, like his notebook's a jail
Lyrics of fury, go plea to the jury if you're worried
You're waiting for the world to end, I spit juice, you have to know the ledge
It's the music for the masses, rap fantastic
I need more hands, to count the classics
Beat him in a battle? Yeah right, I'm keeping shit tight
When I be on tha mic
It's nothing, rhymes shine like a Breitling, there's no use in fighting
MC's falling down like birds without a right wing
If it weren't for Ra, I wouldn't be writing
Everybody jump on your feet, as I move the crowd like telekenise-

What happened to peace?

PEACE *echoes*

* lines in italic indicate scratched samples.

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[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

It's the writer cynic flow typical off the remedy
I’m an enemy to any rival trying to marvel at me/
Beta carotene master cream cash rules wit galactic spheres
My flow revolves with a revolution that's off the axis/
Clash wit the madness I’m boasting roasting you camels
Leaving no marks or smells for animals to pick up on/
Draft enzymes when I decide to rhyme craft lines off the meter
So your Geiger counter can't pick up any traces/
I cut these linguist wit flows that hard to distinguish
I got too much mental barriers for you narrow/
Throw harpoons into any barrow giving you hair-raising experience
I’m the decadence to any eminence without a premise/
Dismiss your thoughts, as a wrinkle through time
I drop lines call them land mines to any one trying to follow my plot lines/
Gotcha hooked off the first bar now your fiending for my gasoline lyrics
Burning through your headphones like you drinking hard liquor/
I’m sick as any infection correction I am the infection your not immune too
If you want to know me I’m a combination of the avian flu and small pox/