Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Thread

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

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[singodsuperior]

I'm lovin' the wordplay. Keep doin' ya thing!!!

[noel411]

You've been dropping these darts in here as long as I remember, and always stayed true to your style. It's an interesting style. Unconventional rhyme patterns. Maybe a little reminiscent of Masta Killa. This verse was pretty cool. Seems a little uneven, but I've heard your audio and know it would work with your style. Anyway, it's good to see somebody with a unique style doing their thing, rather than following bullshit hip hop trends.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I got that bombastic lyrical arming a ghetto
Across America causing mass hysteria/
Now we verbally sparing just cuz we talking arms
And reading our Korans and Psalms/
Spreading “Knowledge Born” everywhere
It was birthed in streets spit never repeats like TV Screens/
Now we weeding though these forests
Full of weeds and bees and less flowers and trees/
Keep my spectacles rapping without metronome
Mr. Techno is home doing beats on Fruity Loops/
Roaming cities beyond the facts accurately
React to danger wit my spider senses/
I’m black in the costume without the Rasta’s
I spit past ya without any imposters I’m on ya roster/
Clear as Kevin Cosner my flow is polished wit out any radish
Clearly you wouldn’t ever considered my style that brandish/
Making it so outlandish you ain’t even considered classic
Niggaz and chicks are all unrealistic and just simply plastic/
I’m ultra magnetic emceeing at higher frequency than any currently
It ain’t all bout the bling and the ladies/
We got deaths in Louisiana now you wanna
Meet Katrina survivors after you got a charity established/
Now you want shine instead of helping ya local parish
Instead of trying to establishing something unrealistic/

You don’t got no spine
You just ball and hope to rewind the times
How’s you survive in this era and times
We on the grind everyday in the burbs
You don’t got no spine
You just react and don’t act
How you survive in this era and times
We on the grind everyday in the ghetto
You don’t got no spine
You just hope and pray without no ammo to spray
You think its okay to criticize my people
Without even asking why we act this way
You don’t got no spine
You just running wit cha tail between ya legs
FUCKING HERB!!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

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[Lil' Ruger]

Beautiful.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

*THIS IS A J DILLA INSPIRED TRACK I'M WORKING ON COVERING "WILD" WITH MY OWN VERSES


Get it wild for the night like rampage
I amp the stage up wit my presence/
Trying to resonate my rhymes through u will never abandon ship
I got a pen grip tighter than any penmanship seen on paper wit ink/
Never level wit words to neglect
I check into palm pilots and computers
Like hotels and motels without a show and tell/
Ring the bell let’s battle wit beats and sound systems
Like Busy Bee and Kool Moe Dee used to do/
My flow isn’t a joke or fluke I blew through beats
Like pork wit less meat and more fat on it/
You’ve been bombed by the style check the vile
I’m the needle in the haystack you can’t subtract/
I’m so exact even when I rap I clap the track off
Without using my lips I vibrate this bitch still born/
Watching the lights dim without a care in the world
I embrace the light apologize for arrogance that steams my dreams/
We got those skills that be meaner than any criticism you can make
Against me and my team we be scheming for this dream/

C’mon feel the noise
Deejay’s grab the record
Put a beat on and let’s get wild (wild)
(Get wild, wild) get wild
(Get wild, wild) get wild

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

You can’t even begin too see my lines develop
I write these bars without even knowing what I’m say yet/
So don’t even begin to take bets as I wreck emcees
And demolish mic stands with skills that scan and snipe the DJ/
Relay my orders flow past these boarders grab the cords
And melt wires, mics and booths alike you can’t spit like/
This lyrical armed don deadly as a minuet micron
Without oxygen pumping I can’t rip these emcees to pieces/
I can get you my thesis you better believe it without these Mp3’s
You still cannot receive it trying copy my files without proper access/
I don’t need to blast the mathematics that remain ecstatic
Trying get me to stretch my bars out like elastic/
Thinking, I’m composed of the same compounds like plastic
You can’t wrap me in saran as my flow continues to expand/
Extradite the mic higher arch’s my lines march like elephant herds
Flow wit the flock of birds and rhymes be tighter than a cocoon/
Considered by a few as a Looney Toon buffoon that emcees
Claiming to give them the remedy without having an epiphany/
Can’t even make it look similarly to an unsolved mystery
Even if I’m spitting it cataclysmically sicker than the AIDS virus/
I’m still profound with a sound and can’t be clowned for the flows
That never flounders in sounds made on PC’s with the capability/
I’m iller than babies birthed through futility still bringing the pain
Making me exactly insane with a notably different name/
Check the rifle engraved got the letters “M.P.” on it
Wondering for the truth behind it but didn’t find out about it/
So they continued to wonder who was the M-P wit the initials M-P
Trying respectively doubt the existence of man that’s so psychotic/
When he was found he reeked of alcohol was the downing of many bottles
Claiming he was the rap apostle named beautifully “Mike Psycho”/
His most notable quotable “if you daring to test the best emcee unlike no”
The name must have been given to create fear intending them not to rhyme near this guy thinking he would commit a lyrical homicide/
Showing and proving was his movement so I guess he proved it
And got lost too it so he confused it for cynical satire and created murder/ instead of art sparking his darkest darts more inept without flows to intercept his peers considered “untapped” and “Unhinged” too hard to win/

I was given sight beyond sight
To write the unseen dream in the mist of the mind
I was given the sight beyond sight
Shown the light now I write the bright
Bring the sword like pen to palm
We ready to right the wrong….
I was given sight beyond sight

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

7 views and no replies what sup wit that anyway uppin

[Cee Oh Vee]

I aint tryna diss you man, 'cause ya way better than me but, hardly any of it rhymes..

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Don’t diss me cuz I went to school and did me
Diss yourself for not doing the same/
You gotta keep ya game face on ya at all times
Mines stay locked on target whether or not ya know it/
My flow grips the road wit a thunderous spit Tech, is a pro
Sitting on no chrome better yet “I’m the brokest rapper you know”/
Not to be steal catch phrases from greats like Sean Price
But I’m literally living wit nothing to show for it/
But glorified spits and a computer that helps me complete these tracks
I’m growing tired of you wanna be’s coming at yours truly/
Trying to the sickest thing coming out of the empire state
Since sliced bread I’m ready to go ahead and go for the head/
Dead e’m like a Cyclops I Cy-Op’s these emcees like the cops
You ain’t drop no evidence my lines be the leverage we need to negotiate/
Don’t make me Jamie Foxx these ladies I rhyme a line faster than most think
Been a host of TV show even though it didn’t go well we excelled/
So don’t dwell I can dumb it down for now
But cha gonna get it sooner than later/
I don’t stunt or front about what I got or have done
I’m a certified spitter with no one hit wonder/
I got that spit that’ll give them the thunder
Just don’t get cha buried treasure plundered/

We gonna be alright
If you just leave me alone
Don’t buy me anything
Don’t speak to me
Don’t even touch me
We gonna be alright
If you just let me be
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright
We gonna be alright

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Uppppppppppiiiinnnnnn

[Mantra]

Iv'e peeped iller shit from u than this pretty average but i got what u were trying to say.

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I’ve stayed tested yet bested
As I teach my pupils to peep for men wit skills/
If you build cha vocabulary, imagery and breathe control
I hoped cha learned how to speak properly/
We can frankly start wit cha beginning sparks show me ya heart
Throw me ya most lethal darts aim from heart not the head/
I defended seeing if they had what I took to make it in this arena
They got stars in they’re eyes but took it off the prize by a knock at the door/
After a brief recess we continued to progress wit styles I unleashed
Wit technical aspirations seeing them as almost equals/
But they had to surpass the prequel and enter the sequel
To truly become my equal you have to evolve, devolve and evolve again/
It’s difficult I say the most but cha can’t take the task lightly/
Trying to best a master before you past the elevation of education
Is like Chuck Norris counting to infinity not once but twice/
Migrate ya style or take the mic back to chamber you found it in
You ain’t define cha lyrical muscles enough to grab it/
Ya still lifting baby weights you can’t even show up the simplest primates
My flow seeps in the land and waits it out like ninja under the ravine/
See the lyricism in the line above giving you the grub without eating on it fully I’m no bully so take these tapes back ya chamber listen to every word
And study the archetypes before u write cha own stuff/
These manuals were crafted by the finest emcees to grace the gift on covers of magazines in the modern era just to name a few, Canibus, Nas & GZA/
Listen to the inflection in the voice see the syllables stressed as the words
Converse wit patterns converting them into rhythms making mathematically possible wit rock-able attempts cementing there legacy in music history/
And this is a little bit of my history and spark it indeed studying is my need
Grieving by the wayside my flow be based on techniques and tactics/
Rather than shady graphics making it more of an illusion than visual
Hopefully you take techniques and apply them wit style and grace/
Bring ya own game to the race is what I want cha to think about
Give yourself a glorious name with not too much fiction involve wit it/


Check, check the M-I-C 1, 2, 1, 2
This is a lesson in the style
Bearing the crescent seal
Of style strictly forbidden
But some had hidden it secrets
So to those I revealed it
They dubbed it “Rip n Raw”
Because of the skills it took
To pull off without a cloth

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Fuck the freestyle it’ll cost you ya street rep
To cipher wit me and without creditability
You’re unwilling weak material/
Already tackling similarities like Bad Boy & Diddy
I don’t pity the fool with an ultrasound of cool/
I ooze the flow check the skill I show and prove wit
When I blow I’m going out like Nagasaki and Hiroshima/
Fuck that I’m going out like the Hindenburg over Germany
You ain’t heard of me like a stray bullet hitting ya child/
I’m that bucky wild sick wit a style that could only be described
As rugged, raw, hardcore and underground wit a thunder pound/
I come wit lighting in jar release these bars like a natural disaster
You ain’t grammatically ill my verbal bullets will
Execute you when I cock it back, remember that/
I don’t need target practice or a beautiful actress
Just give me a one room apartment and a padded mattress/
Lace me wit the illest recording equipment and a PC so I can type it out
And record me beats through the illest processor check the connects/
Watch me get respected after I lay down these bars
It’s a chess match between me and the verse/
Check the matter I create outta nothing just air and some breaths
My methods be texture check for the illest pleasure/
Don’t measure me by average standards
You couldn’t get with the bandwidth to decipher my technology/
I go from nice to nasty, from soft to angry, from weak to hard
Yo better be prepared for war cuz I’m a take it there without a care/
For a hair on ya chiny chin this is a no holds barred match
I’m taking out the tables, ladders and chairs for this here/

You ain’t seen it done before
You ain’t see it spit this raw
You ain’t see it this hardcore
You ain’t see it this rugged
You’ve been diagnosed with
Rap phobia that affects song bitters
And writers trying to do this hear