Musical op's

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Carmel skinned 5’3 ripper from the City of the Salt crush u like Oranges
Killing emcees with a “No Fault” clauses in their contracts/
Spitting euphonized lyrics eliminate rappers like bugs and diseases
With each and every release I cut cha with the blades ace of spades lace the game/
Making my lines spread like bombs I laid
Frame open lanes wide Cairo blowing pyro/
Making emcees get folded up in gyros and pitas
You don’t got the lines willing to kill me thrilling/
I’m building more flows openly throws loving the glows
I come wit thoughts punching out darts making sparks fly/
Drop heat from rises high wondering wises get why when I wonder how high
Drop the heart watch cha beat slow down thinking it’s all from the brew and the chronic/
Off topic tonic I ponder wonders soul thunder claps check shacks
Tap in tags bag up grams section wit 9’s dropping microphones when I reciprocate/
Respond wit diplomat prolific specific seen it heard it I bird it
Worded wit logs bog down by cogs gears and shrouds clowned/
Get cha frown taken broken and sizzling on the pan like bacon
You getting ripped, raped my flow so takes and breaks/
Blood’s in your eye like Mike Tyson just ripped cha ear off
Spit cha Evander my Holy Field is too much of task to shield/
If you got candor I got thoughts to pander ponder don armor
Shine bright like umi says speak yo mind drop knowledge like pennies and dimes/
Terminate cha like the California government
End cha term by the way you pattern yourself/
It’s all rooted recruited debuting rebooted stimulating the rock that’s Pete for you
I got raw footage for those predators with a lethal injection coming in this recession/

It’s black snow when I come for y’all
It’s a total eclipse when hip hop remerges
It’s hip hop for sale when it’s parodied
It’s the main ingredient when we doing it
It’s operation doomsday when the AK spray
It’s an electric circus when the beats working
Its war and peace when the beast comes through
Its slang prostitution when we using language
It’s a fist for thought when we spit what’s not on radio
It’s the moment of truth when we in the booth
It’s hard to earn props when you don’t get no respect
It’s illmatic when we’re the ones causing static

[Father N Dangerous]

With each and every release I cut cha with the blades ace of spades lace the game/
Making my lines spread like bombs I laid
Frame open lanes wide Cairo blowing pyro/
Making emcees get folded up in gyros


i thought that was the tightest in the whole thang rest weas str8 but keep at it. stay up

[Mantra]

With each and every release I cut cha with the blades ace of spades lace the game/
Making my lines spread like bombs I laid
Frame open lanes wide Cairo blowing pyro/
Making emcees get folded up in gyros


i thought that was the tightest in the whole thang rest weas str8 but keep at it. stay up

Could n't agree more!