Back to The Vatican

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Knick patty shack tamper jacks master raps be soils cold and foiled fish fried
Skills wild eyes denominate rhymes
When I snuff out emcees like Little Mac
Leave them tagged up from Punch Out/
Switch back accurate packs jib jab my slim packs be action raps
Clapping back minds with sonic rounds I’ll be fine/
Dwindle the rants down to segmented tactics
Practical spark a radical maniac rapid fire wild tire/
Move swords stanza blaze a camera check the angles
From the ankles to stamps I trample with/
Stoma cold folder flows Noah alikes Jonah but sicker
Rhyme blower froze colder than an ice burger/
Don’t give up them words my worlds be earls my name isn’t
Flicker stick e’m wit victims spit wisdom optional kid them/
Jack up those metals my metacarpals be starched wit particles
Kitted up imported metals iron wit peddles when I thread them needles/

Out the Vatican back to the church bells in Patterson
St. Vincent to Princeton to Notre Dame to Syracuse University
From NY to Maine back to The Jersey shore game
Throw up them tags sages pages out them books
Blocked off hooks wit cooks n crooks, lyrics n books
It’s back to the Vatican where rhymes are patterned and…

It’s all a jinx bookie time taken pass miles in my prime
Took me past the limit gimmick less primitive/
Enter the definitive speak creative lounging lower than any cats
Trying to get that pussy curl verbally vicious sick wit it
Kicking them lines like wishes be kisses I be blessing all the girlies with/
Flipping darts coming out with mo sparks than electrician
Now I’m progressing towards another destination/
Talking your slang my slang be banging lines out 45 caliber at the time
Twisted mind diamond gristle spit pork out leaving emcees stuck in they talk/
Hearts get attacked from the red cha meeting when meat enter cha system
I’m beasting wit a thesis featuring darts I creating when I’m preaching at the temple/
I’m a creature of the slab, the habitual ripper flipper flow zipper
We all soul survivors from different rivers and streams intersecting
To get the cream cause it rule everything around me/
Bound by the anchor I take wit me everywhere I go
It grounds me like a fish outta water drawing me back the slaughter/
Cold crush flows when I have to I’m authoring scenes from war with stars
Don’t get caught up in her bra it harder to un-strap than a gat when it goes splat/

Out the Vatican back to the church bells in Patterson
St. Vincent to Princeton to Notre Dame to Syracuse University
From NY to Maine back to The Jersey shore game
Throw up them tags sages pages out them books
Blocked off hooks wit cooks n crooks, lyrics n books
It’s back to the Vatican where rhymes are patterned and…

[War and Peace]

It’s all a jinx bookie time taken pass miles in my prime
Took me past the limit gimmick less primitive/
Enter the definitive

I’m a creature of the slab,

We all soul survivors from different rivers and streams intersecting
To get the cream

Bound by the anchor I take wit me everywhere I go
It grounds me like a fish outta water
--drawing me back the slaughter/

^FELT these lyrics lord.

peace-

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