Got em Good J.T.S. featuring Sheepish Lord of Chaos
verse one sheepish
First off, if you daring the best
then you best bring a bar and grill cuz I will make you chill/
get cold my flow isn't heat you play with on a cold day
I am all four seasons have you bleeding when you receiving this message/
address it polar opposite you cannot dispute the evidence
given the medicine you got no reason for being just another castaway/
gifted lifted openly splitting minds in halves
when you enter my chamber it's constant danger/
leave you bathing in blood bathes
once I approach, your girl begins to deep throat/
reload the hate, I don't need speeches on the day MLK gave the “I Have a Dream” speech
stating you didn't know it was the anniversary or it was that day in history/
speak your thoughts my mind isn't bought nor caught
face the fights fought on soils that wasn't necessary evil/
trivial information sparking rivalry's never liked the hierarchy
mapping drives making minds get whipped quick and clean/
I am the street fights, I watch cha eyes
I am the type to laugh in your face before I beat cha with a beer bottle/
you can go at this lyrical surgeon with full throttle
but cha get deflated like a “Genie in the Bottle”/
accelerated cha pen-game, your escape is a bottomless pit
write cha minds off like another psychological exam/
Chrous
Damn we got em good emptying full clips of lyrics mis-understood
stay sane with a level head or they'll find your bodies under the wood
we constructed a foundation from nothing to good
Verse two J.T.S.
walk with a slow pace through drug infested streets
they stretch the product pockets filled with currency
Bigotry makes enemies some die in the end diseased
every block has a trap it's common in many communities
diplomats with no immunity with seeds over-sea's
Theyr'e not janitors best believe theryr'e holding keys
there's no owing thieves rolling deep blowin' trees
social dis-orders means half of us are beyond disorderly
that's how the media makes it were target practice for beasts
fingers on the trigger wars in the east
south, west,and the mid-west there's no peace
even the priests pack a piece in these bloody streets
So who's to blame for the dope and cane that came on my terrain?
the higher-up's sending in infiltrators wired up?
prices on heads rising up see the fire duck
flying fast he tried to blast but the masked men tied em up
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