What Life Does.....

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

We can battle over the flow or I can use my connects at home
I got darts that leave you split like embryos and steam cells/
Your research ain’t got shit on my Knoblauch like Chuck
I stay plucking angels out from the noses of your mental/
Crash your party, spike your punch like back in the days
Leaves you more confused than an Ed Hardy t-shirt/
If you got flows then you can convert,
My religion is rips that take snips at cha B.S. /
Throw up the compost you can’t even get a roast to last ten seconds
What cha rap about is fake life real life done before you dropped dime/

This is what life does too you…
When you’ve almost been signed twice
This is what life does too you…
When your friends and crew disappear from view
This is what life does too you…
When you write enough it becomes a big highlight reel
This is what life does too you…
When you feel trapped in your own body
This is what life does too you
When politics become real

I speak for the real never a “Fantasy Island” deal
Why you think my signature never inked the page/
You can’t control a rage that’s never taken to the stage
I’m never phased by your tactics you couldn’t hit cha target wit the darts you reflect/
I can word press highlight cha mind wit a temple address never confess
Drop me in the middle of the ocean watch sparks fly when sharks die/
Never just a writer just a prime time miner colder than an icy hell
Verbally dwell in the mark of the lion wit the face of child crying/
Living a lie will catch up to your health eventually
Rolling down a block in pitch black isn’t nice/
Suffice cha bars are barred from any card
This isn’t a street fight it’s a mind wipe/
Rewrite cha memories, genetically infect cha
Leave you so supple you’ll become labeled trouble/

This is what life does too you…
When you’ve almost been signed twice
This is what life does too you…
When your friends and crew disappear from view
This is what life does too you…

[Mantra]

speak for the real never a “Fantasy Island” deal
Why you think my signature never inked the page/
You can’t control a rage that’s never taken to the stage
I’m never phased by your tactics you couldn’t hit cha target wit the darts you reflect/
I can word press highlight cha mind wit a temple address never confess
Drop me in the middle of the ocean watch sparks fly when sharks die/
Never just a writer just a prime time miner colder than an icy hell
Verbally dwell in the mark of the lion wit the face of child crying/
Living a lie will catch up to your health eventually
Rolling down a block in pitch black isn’t nice/
Suffice cha bars are barred from any card
This isn’t a street fight it’s a mind wipe/
Rewrite cha memories, genetically infect cha
Leave you so supple you’ll become labeled trouble/

i loved this whole verse real introspective.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

yeah it's crazy cuz this verse was just me talking truth about the game and shit i've been though

thanks jts