sorry sid my bad homie my mistake i over reacted sonOriginally Posted by sidious_katana
sorry sid my bad homie my mistake i over reacted son
Historic Teknical
Ladies and Gentlemen
You are bout to see…a past time hobby about to be/
Taken to the next level by the technical one
Highly respected in the internet forums son/
Whether I’m Wu-Tang Corp or Canibus-Central
I still combine like Voltron wit one body, one mind
I break bend, enter your mental and break you expediential/
Weaponry be darts essential to my conquest of the arts
Knowledge born, book of five rings read/
I represent the void aspect of all men
Who don’t have a clue of what to do then/
Sultan of the blade razor raid cascade faster blades
Get cha dart rendered end cha reign wit pain/
Taken the name graphed the complexes of the game
Chess-box opera locks knock down spots for the stocks/
Actual facts get spoke when flows became dope
Shook the hands of men that I didn’t know in the end/
Who would turn and become friends to fans
Given plans capture tracks produced by the black babe ruth/
Recoup the doe and come back to the booth wit more audio two
Viewed on screens putting emcees in the scheme/
While listening to Only Built 4 Cuban Links
I ink pens when I wrote up styles like Rae had on immobilarity/
Killing mics wit solidarity giving the public the polarity
That’s quite scary bury deep words beneath the surface/
Earth this lurch this word I spit given rips versions I spit
Flip my grammar grimy wit arms and hammers/
Scandalized rhymes open lives shed light on those
Who’ve been denied so you know I’m alive/
This technical lyrical
Armed mechanical
Spitting English
Giving yall…..
Something to
Speak on……
Reach onto….
Yall know who….
I eat emcees like…
Fish food…..
Don’t ask who….
seemz like you coulda been high off some bomb-ass green when you wrote this-
that chef rae flip, and that weaponry be darts --- arts sh-t waz well worth the read fam-
stellar penmanship 1nce again blastmatic-
Channel ya inner child nah mean
Go back to the time when you was watching TV/
Sitting down eating feasting on ya favorite cereal
I remember a time when I used drop down in the couch/
Slouching and all that watching Mobile Suit Gundam
Or Voltron giving you the double entendres/
Teams up and dreams ups like the Justice League or the Fantastic Four
Giving your flows that iron ore making men outta molehills/
From villains like the Joker to Smufs in the catskills
My black builds me up like a Static Shock & Gargamel/
Rock the clock wit bars that lighting up the charts
Call me Richie Rich or Scrouge McDuck/
Once I switch my luck and yell out phrases like “Blathering Blatherskite”
Or transforming into a man of the night like Darkwing Duck/
I Bruce Wayne you lames wit skills that ain’t considered plain
Batman you cranes as I outwit wit you Jiminy Crickets/
Wit flows manifested so far I didn’t need the J-L-A or The Thundercats
Even those considered like Black Vulcan, Samurai & Apache Chief/
My relief came from seeing you geeks on the streets
Recognizing me like Final Fantasy VII or Robotech/
My flow never needs to metrosex you unilateral emcees wit low precepts
Coining series like Superhuman Samurai Syber-Squad or VR Troopers/
I’m bound to come hard like Kamen Riders rhyme fighters like Pit Fighter
Or Mortal Kombat-The Series, giving you Street Fighters another writer/
I don’t need to Captain N the game master or Game Genie you weenies
Yall lame emcees are like fat bitches in a ultra thin bikinis/
So when I win the next tourney just know I’m like Kool Keith
When I’m horny like Pepe Le Pew trying to get my boo like Doug/
Be kind rewind the tape before you
Bring it back to the store
And renew for more views cued by the play button
Skewed by scraps on the remote
So if you own a VCR……
Then ya know what I mean….
It's just that I'm ill school like that, roll them bars
Over R&B loops like that
Last edited by SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS; 03-13-2008 at 06:22 PM. Reason: BE KIND REWIND (OLD SCHOOL PT.2)
Open Opus
Open opus
Closed the books/
Cut the check
Take your rook/
Hook n’ shank the crooks
Don’t look too close… the jokes on you/
Viewed through cement shoes
Screwed loose snipers on the roof/
Now Hillary thinks it’s all a political spoof
Truth be told it was just a move from Deathstroke/
Open lead fire toast roast pigs on a barbeque
Camel toe hardly who scream ooh! /
Flow jukes you outta ya shoes
I ain’t no Reggie Bush fucking a prude/
My lines be C4 laced shoes ready to go boom
To any boo who wants to get loose wit the goose/
I’m the maverick like top gun before the sadness
Wipe your tears drink some beer and open ya lips/
I rips microphones like Hulk bashes and smashes
Cash in the blaster faster than kids fasting/
Raster imposter throw darts allot of vagina
More the miner like hollows and Drano/
I go Destro México check the techs yo
I flex my muscular dystrophy wit forbidden mysteries/
Once I found out I was diabetic I had to get all kinetic
And kill these mics wit more ascetics than antiseptics/
Check the leverage I come at cha head wit
I got the blarney stone hardly home/
Chrome dome joke ya self to sleep
I come back as the next DOOM you better make room/
This is the villain
Illing off the skillets
Killing flows so brilliant
Yall know who it is
Drive the ball to the hoop Catch cha off guard/
Leave you sampled wit technical arch bold
Sharks flow through your tank so well/
They ate cha eggs lose feeling in your legs
Drudge report flow off the court so what’s their too report/
Open traps wit zips, zams, zooms and zaps
Now it’s all on knots landing
When I’m skimming through her tits for scamming/
Now is that any way to come up to a manning
While I’m handling her wit more pipes she couldn’t have a gripe with/
To say it’s a gift and a curse like Jay-Z’s album was
Then nerds all over the earth and can curse and say it was/
Off the hook the hood doesn’t the artist I know
They ain’t heard of MF DOOM or Canibus/
They rather take their rust over some dust
When these wack cats got bust like bras and panties we lust/
Thrust our preverbal dicks too some quick sluts
Thinking we gonna get a nut off or too/
I can view wit skills out of your range
Sing the song again and you’ll get damaged like Pacman’s rookie year/
This is the villain
Illing off the skillets
Killing flows so brilliant
Yall know who it is
Good Evening (a Rewrite Of Kanye's Good Morning)
Good evening ….
And look at the dictation you jotted down
I take lines in tow trying grow plants out dead weeds/
Now you can exceed reading the paper
Looking at the latest valedictorian from which high school or college/
And still feel left out without a doubt in the world but cha legs begin to curl
Feeling the urge to yell and hurl so now you trying to rewind/
But cha can’t even get the nerve up
like Doc Brown to jump in the DeLorean
So rather give it up to Marty McFly and let him take the reigns/
It pains you when you get a notice from the future
Disillusioned by the collusion confused by the confusion/
Now isn’t that amusing when your still getting abused
By your label, by your friends,by your family now ask your self is it amusing/
Now you saying no it isn’t so why should our kids have too put up wit it
Give it a rest already and stop being hypocrites
spitting all this convincing bullshit/
Good Evening {repeat 4X*}
Magnifcentech
Yo hip hop be hectic as the gods on Mount Olympus
Tell those that centric to send Tech if he can’t send Tech, then send Blasta/
Techwon, magnificent evident wit lyrical content
Specific to sporadic sources, cutting down the conscious of rap/
If you got a sword then you better cut and scratch
Rather attack to track wit lyrics, paint graffiti on the wall/
Picturing murals to hieroglyphics to the pyramids of Egypt
I rip and eat this like savages did deer liver, I kill mics wit a sharp pen quiver/
Leave sliver of my DNA around to be cloned by the government
Onmipoint unimposing special utilities murdering beats
Tracked by pros wit exclusive mixing tools/
Cued by the view only a few can skew
Musical notes buried mental quotes statisticians couldn’t come close
Doped up technical specs uploaded to your CD and tape decks/
Eject cha mind into play list conducted by the fluid in ya spine
Regurgitate the information when the fluid is coagulated/
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
If it lives, and writes rhymes n lines then I can kill it
(Repeat 4 xs)
I rhyme; I scramble, and handle beats like weights I lift
Gifted graphed exoskeletons to my skeletal system/
Enhance the wisdom coming wit logic defined by third eye thoughts
Illuminati mentality few fought and fewer bought/
Caught cha off guard hit cha hard M16 machine demonize
Granite hammer head cha body into crumbs of bones/
Take the sharps and throw them often like darts
Sand dunes bask in the view skewed by winds I used/
Covering my tracks wit back hacks and zap packs
Map raps out metric scales to being proficient in brail
Leave you sucker emcees frail so you can’t hurl and wail punches at me/
Battle MC’s like Afghans, Chinese and Nazis now I come back from the struggle
And run laps like the fastest man alive thriving off adrenaline alone/
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
If it lives, and writes rhymes n lines then I can kill it
(Repeat 4 xs)
Cook your goose, fuse your synapse together
Causing pain and pleasure wit simple receptors/
Measure the templates wit ionized density plates
Crate grabbers havoc hackers rap wizards
Cook ya gizzards like the livers of lizards/
Off wit cha head, deaded medics wit headaches caused by crittics
Triggered by sonic frequencies only dogs can hear by an iPod Nano/
Making me too tough to handle like gladiators and soldiers
Prey like a mantis when I’m surfacing like the lost city of Atlantis/
Covering the canvas wit scattered categories actively seeking silent glory
Untold stories until I get to the brilliant age of forty wit my little shorty
Telling my stories wit third persons point of view/
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
If it lives, and writes rhymes n lines then I can kill it
(Repeat 4 xs)
You Better
My mind is designed like rivers and Egyptian pyramids
When you walk through my temple you’ll see pleasure and pain/
Taken various names enshrined armed minds wit spikes and arrows
Cut you down quick like a sparrow after the harlots sing ballads/
You see coffins and caskets after mathematics and ledgers
Feel the fair to bad weather after you see my face next to the tether/
Placed above books binded in leather and papers filed next to folders
Swords and switch blades, axes and AK’s now that weapons I’ve mentally made/
Crash through my mind’s museum you’ll see parallel wit different things
I tend to excel shelling tactics, people and other things featured/
My memories aren’t just behind glass or concrete
They’re open vaulted held up vases placed in cases facing the open air/
Shackle you rappers who are easily baffled by science and technology
You couldn’t decode my flow let alone know how to operate an iPhone/
My flow is full blown rather than glitchy and sparsely duplicated
I’m educated like Clark Kent before he became Superman/
I’m educated like Bill Clinton before he became president
So whenever you criticize you better exercise caution
Before you gone like the wind like Scarlet O’Hara/
This is rhymes ionized before they were executed
So whenever you decide to repute it
You better compute it….
You better reboot it….
You better review it
You better reuse it
Understandable bars newspaper scars cut cha rhymes down to lines
You’ll soon find no substance within and nothing but disposable music/
Don’t misuse the culture you pillage and vulture
Once you’ve rummage the cupboards don’t think there nothing above it/
I relived my life through the eyes of those whose been by my side
My shelves ain’t even bare or empty their just hidden wit plenty/
Open bars shark bites reveal swords sharp as Excalibur
Now I’m the ravage gardener hold cha shit while I spark it up/
From liquid metal to slick Sassoon grease I’m a beast for the ages
Flow wit the dope heads from the 80’s to the freaks of the 90’s/
Now I’m the grimy slick lyrical talker wit skills like a b-baller
Provision rhyme hawker flow settler now your just a dope peddler/
After rapping I can go back to just sitting and napping
Before I go back to scratching and macking/
Lyrical Poetry
Open the gates whether pearly or black
Run tell that, flows are raps/
As I backpack it back to the valley
Making me Dizzy never Gillespie/
My spits be acid now you see me
But cha eyes are now longer here gone similar to Agent Orange/
Once you’ve seen ya fam die from booby traps and mines
Operating taken faces rename myself something other than just another replacement/
My A.I is flows that ain’t real or exact similar to any flick by Stanley Kubrick
Now we got War Games without any Matthew Broadrick/
I come wit skills out witting Hal without any Paypal
My bars gel wit storms that winds excelling/
On the warpath extreme forecast national actual facts
Trash your trailers from tornados and hurricanes/
Touching land is Mother Nature’s ace in the hole
Bold shoulder block can’t clock the cold front/
Stole huts from the natives behaving like a rapist
Terrorist, you name it we’ve claimed it/
Its America people now we’re going global
In this new frontier start cha car and put it in first gear/
Shift backwards now the government hack minds like Jean Gray
Professing claims of the same damn thing/
But they’re fear you when you’re walking around wit an open container
Propane flow drainer making games out riots and revolution/
Never coming to that absolute conclusion that cha gotta live the evolution
Confusing ain’t it we can proclaim it or distain from it/
We can make war not love, we can hate or debate
It’s the chances you and I gotta take/
Faking the breaks making these Hip-Hop fiends come alive and awake
We need to riot like the ’94 L-A Riots was/
Even if we get arrested we gotta address it
Fuck a confession we gotta combust and give them this blessing/
Murderers don’t get away wit a fifty shot regime
Without recognizing its wrong in the 1st place/
Coming back to life after you press continue on the start menu
Open letter cd to cassette to MP3 to DVD we’re all digital overly critical/
Fuck a miracle I got the means to make the incision yo
Never gained my doctorate but I have been mad tolerant/
Now we either gotta go extreme or bring out the next regime
We can’t keep having the same old corrupt means in Washington DC/
This is Lyrical Poetry notice me
Openly express my feelings on any subject matter
Nah Mean, this is Lyrical Poetry notice me
(Repeat 5X)
Gravity action packed stifling trifling
I’m always Michelin while y’all are cycling/
River wrote flows dope enough to show and prove ya know
Dorm Mack y’all know what I study aight/
Flow fire retire dwelling in cinderblocks
Opposite of molten lava cold crush you before yonder/
Offer guidance rhyme a riddance my mind remains silent
Often violent when I’m retiring hitters when I’m on the mound/
Neither ground cha fellow people nor never consider me an equal
I’m a man apart deathly with the hollows in my heart/
Undead crept swords cut cha like radioactive isotopes
Educating others wit solider be friend my brothers and sisters/
Ever notice a spitter is quiet until he starts ripping gripping
The pen wit wisdom arcane to anything considered acclaim/
Taken a name gravity polar opposite shoulder pops too it
Now you view sling slung ring bells that already rung/
Hold cha dart too yourself if you ain’t got Nathan say
Don’t say Jason I break weaponry over any emcee/
We got flows that never say ayyo
We got darts that never say no
We got sharks that are ready bite
We got swords that are ready to cut
We got hearts that never flutter
Open acropolis my lines be navigating through your metropolis
Now you can view it on TV screen all through the U-S-A nah mean/
Gripping pen relatively necessary to bury my competition
Wicked driven sin city living darts your missing/
Given graphic arts penning charts bible talks
Cancerous flows open know-how’s and glows/
Give me plants that I can grow in the see of hope
My flow is soaked the river of the Nile before you got wild/
I carry my sword and shield wit the cheerleader squad getting it hard
Throwing my pitches like Satchel Page and Dwight Gooden/
Emcees are nothing but sticks and stones
And they already got they bones broken/
Lines are loaded wit sounds I saw that looked golden
Proven never I was loosing when I was proven like Jacob before he was chosen/
Broken blades chalked it to total ignorance infinite wit no relevance
Emcees stay catering to the industry’s needs and not knowledge 4 the seeds/
Shoto-khan weaponry zooted arms cameras don visuals wit imperial nature
Making me flashing quicker than Kodak do so you view me in a panoramic view/
Don’t get cha view skewed by blind eyes realize the TV isn’t your guide
It’s your life live it like you want to just uphold views those you use/
Remember Me (a Freestyle To The Same Eminem Track)
Remember me? ("Rip N Raw")
Remember me? ("Hit e’m hard")
Remember me? ("I’m Mr. Mike Psycho aka Mr. Unlike No Other Emcee")
Remember me? ("I'm Techno")
Fuck off when the sawed off goes off
I’m hard wit the mosltov on cock ready to rock/
Bust more nutts in more chickens than farm full of sluts
Than what goes cluck in 2 Ol’ clock in the afternoon/
Take a shit on these emcees quicker
than liqour that fucks you up quicker/
Now you trying spit at me
wit no skills or a latch key/
I’m the next batch G exhasterbated
I’m exhausted and irate wit creativity in me/
Next to rep ever to set it up motorcades
X-ray van sweaps lyrical creeps after I teach/
Don’t cha even front like “Gangster rap made cha do it”
I say fuck “Charleston Heston” and his NRA weapons/
I’m checking into hotels where the lobbiest can’t even spell
Yell at the top of my lungs when they’re hearing guns/
I run through the cipher wit a multitude of rhymes
That melt the stratuspshere after I drink a shit load of beer/
I’m off the hook claiming victims like The Manson Murders
Verbally narcopletic when ever I’m spitting these antasepctics/
Ripping mics settling shit when ever these other emcees decide to quit
Flip a coin I used to flip on schedule like chick on her period/
Now I’m too busy busting out psychocemetic lines to HULK UP!
When ever these muscle bound suckers emcees wanna BULK UP/
I’m back on my psychopathic psychotic shit spitting locomotive lyrics
Coming at these TRL rappers wit lyrical styles that should have been tactics/
Now I’m past the point of no return like the fire that just burned
At Universal Studios I’m ruining you like MTV’s The Real World/
Remember me? ("Rip N Raw")
Remember me? ("Hit e’m hard")
Remember me? ("I’m Mr. Mike Psycho aka Mr. Unlike No Other Emcee")
Remember me? ("I'm Techno")
BACK 2 STAGE ONE (SONG)
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Damn sheepish nice kollage of lyrics you got fam!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Some serious vocabs going on son. Keep it true.
How do you want it lyrical, soft or sarcastic?
My spits aren’t rubber or plastic their straight metallic/
Like the darts I throw crooked look at cha book it
Anytime you read the name Sheep, Tech, or Chaos
You’ll see the name “ODDS” next to all of them/
I’m the sick semi automatic when I’m authoring flows
That’s crazy pyrotechnic ultra magnetic when it’s all kinetic/
Dropping bombs on them when I’m armed wit Viacom
Killing you without the normal slang I usually bangs with/
Spit wit the intensity most can’t even explain my sanity
Running rambunctious slowly glowing throwing out plutonium/
Break them down like genetics making them easily pathetic
Out cha like Gaylord in the closet my sparks be ominous
Rhyming dominant when ever I earth quake it like Fat Man on vacation/
Now you want to try n get down wit the crowd
Likes that’s the proudest thing you can do/
If you want to be on “The View”
You’ll have to cry like “Elizabeth Hassleback” do/
Cuz I’m going too “Whoopie Goldberg” your ass
Quicker than the check you can cash/
I’m out in a flash crash through the minds of the week
Leave you shattered like glass windows on display/
I am that “Hostile” when I SNAP, CRACKLE & POP!
You’ll be shocked your heart will fluxgate into RED ALERT/
You’ll need lil aliens inside you to bring you back like “MEET DAVE”
So when you got skills I’ll make a purchase and steal all your rhymes in an instance/
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