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[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

​AstroGliding with lubricated thoughts, that's a slippery slope,
Got your whole campaign sinking, can't keep it afloat.
Peacock feathers on display.....all flash, no flight,
I'm hawk-eyed in broad daylight, every bar lands right.
Smoke clears when I step in, no gimmicks, just skill,
Turn a hot take stone cold with a pen that's built to kill.
Chaos in my cadence, every verse leaves a scar,
Sheep Lord—I'm the pressure that exposes who you are.
Pressure bust pipes, I don't fold, I forge steel,
Every punchline lands heavy, let the whole room feel.
You decorate the stage—I dominate the art,
You chase the spotlight; I black out the chart.
Calculated chaos, every measure premeditated,
Talk slick till the mic get confiscated.
No lifeline, no bailout, no referee's call—
When Sheep Lord starts cooking, watch the competition fall.

[Mantra]

Hardheaded these youngins wither in the wind
Lives lost like Waldo the grim reaper wins
I'm transitioned to transcend fighting from within
Mantra triumphed untouched like Daniel in the lion's den
Slaying wolves by the pack with provacative powerful hyms
It's like being in the deepend and you can't swim
Time flying like sparrows no guns just arrows
The battle only ends once I face my demise
And the trapped soul rise I see judgement beyond the skies
My instinct to survive is vibes imagine being under attack by your own allies
Looking at my own brother as he dies never forget the fear in his eyes
To angry to cry can't trust noone a lone shogun despised
By pig's and lawmakers me and my people on our own independent as Quaker's
Fuck cars, and chains I want massive land acres
Constantly taxed by Uncle Sam no abundance of paper
Facing loses devil's worship Satan with dead Christ on crosses
A retired boxer who's wins successfully overcame my losses
A lifetime worker who seemed revenge on bosses

[JChavez]

Slavery revenge fantasies
Django bloodthirsty for Calvin Candie
Prison senses guarded by barbed-wire fences
Fiery temper, dubbed heathen by Aunt Esther
Richard Ramirez burglar turned night stalker
Juvenile delinquent like Tyson before he became boxer
Overcame misdeeds to attain maim fame
Now it’s intellectual violence in abundance
Cerebrally angry, Wounded Knee artillery
Sadism of Middle Eye on Flint Sky’s demise
Like Mike I see fear in gaze of foes I despise
Mexican Air Jordan insane offensive arsenal
Jaguar-like versatile with claws that are retractable
National Geographic animalistic instincts
Sinister soul inescapable as light from black holes
I swim with deadly intent of stingray that killed Steve Irwin

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

​Draw these bars like Steve Ditko, script the dark like Bill Finger,
Sucker emcees in the shadows still linger.
They watch the characters I created steal the limelight,
Blindside a whole roster...........can't see me in the spotlight.
Fold competition up like a cold steel chair,
Every round unfair, leave the whole ring impaired.
Bare-knuckle lyricist, every cipher for the purists,
No ghostwritten gimmicks........this pen's the only jurist.
Ink stains to impact, every panel gets shattered,
You chasing viral moments, I'm creating what mattered.
My catalog got lore while your verses disappear,
Built worlds from a notebook, you just rented a career.

[Mantra]

Extravagant introvert putting rivals who enter the chamber danger put em in the dirt
Then their fam puts them on a shirt
No peaceful resting blocking my blessing
Session get lit very few can match fire darts
A legend like Rosa in the park it's vigorous art
Rigorous thoughts that Glock pop perpetrators
The Bloodsport gladiator cheered on by spectators
Spectacular how I greatly grappled invader's
Tapping out if shooter's fire I'm clapping out
Standing ovation for the raging by a thousand carcasians
And Asians without a guage I'm engaging
Married to battle blazing see the grays I'm aging
Mantra Agent Orange unorthodox fighter on the docks
Lead shower's for the shark's expert of tiger style
A wild cat with a lionheart who always played his part
Aggravate them then decapitate em with tactics razor sharp
Slice slow or throw massive combos until my foes a living vegetable
Best to flow since Supernatural hip-hop Frederick Douglas beating master's death disaster from one blow

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

​Crashing planets like asteroids......
Y'all get soft and weak like Altoids.
Your whole flow's in need of steroids,
Mine deploys while yours just fills the void.
Bustin' down Roland, watch the keys make noise,
Your painting ain't painted—it's traced, decoys.
Laser and a stencil, that's the blueprint choice,
I sketch from imagination, you just mimic the voice.
I retrofit bars and flows, upgraded to the latest OS,
You buffering on startup, still loading, no progress.
I'm kicking game relaxed while I'm playing Nintendo DS,
Old school in my hands, but the bars stay next-gen fresh.
Every update's automatic, every patch removes a flaw,
Yours crash on release, mine redefine the law.
You copy, paste, and trace, I draft it from the pencil,
I'm the architect of chaos, you're dependent on the stencil.

[JChavez]

Osama Bin Laden architect
From above bedlam triggers deadly climate
Mexican militant anarchy dependent
With number 2 pencils I commit murders
Chalk outline of deceased is what I trace
Rebellion persistence until grills are defaced
Laws of war crimes brazenly violated
Egos deflated, self-esteems annihilated
Too untamed to ever play video games
Infinite consternation due to vile imagination
Monstrous like Dennis Rader’s conscience
Demonic presence of Jack Torrance
Muammar Gaddafi ruthless tyranny
Bed-Stuy NY do-or-die of homicides
Cali Asians in Honda Civics kamikaze
Little Boy destruction to prove I’m no decoy

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

​You filled in the wrong bubble
Now your whole future's erased.
I give you the answer........
Never the key, you gotta figure out the place.
You'll need to cheat off me,
Just to keep up with the pace.
I wrote the answer sheet,
You still trying to read my face.
I got No. 2 pencil bars,
Still got lead in every stroke.
Every line leaves a mark,
Every punchline leaves you broke.
You still circling options,
I'm writing facts in ink.
By the time you make a choice,
I've already made you think.
This ain't open-book—
You can't copy what I know.
I'm the teacher and the lesson,
You detention after the show.
Every bar's a question,
Every scheme's a pop quiz.
You looking for the key,
I'm the locksmith where it is.
Come wit that Scantron flow....
Machine reading every hit.
You praying for partial credit,
I'm grading every counterfeit.
Wrong answer, wrong chapter,
You failed before the bell.
I don't hand out curves.......
I hand out stories you can tell.........

[JChavez]

Ghastly imagery of war stories
Tony Gwynn at plate extremely hungry
Pete Rose machine with more hits than Luca Brasi
Never had trouble with the curve like Bo Gentry
Rigoberto Sanchez without need of advanced statistical analysis
And that’s as crystal clear as NASA Milky Way images
Charles Barkley will tell you I am not a role model
Too much of an outlaw like Josey Wales to ever fail
I’m reason they raised color-coded threat advisory scale
Locksmith skilled worker with keys to your ruined city
Bruce Lee teacher you just a student in elementary
Watch your step or get destroyed like KAJ in Game of Death
Left in ER with tubes in nose to help you take last breath
You couldn’t be resuscitated with opioid receptors drugs
Only choice for your fam to stop the sufferin’ is to pull plug
Instantly your whole future is suspended permanently

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

I'm a Change, rearrange, know the game like I'm Hank sellin' propane,
Cold in my veins, nurses can't penetrate when they aim.
IV fluids? Stick and glue, still can't get through,
Rearrange your whole blueprint, now the L belongs to you.
Reboot cha computer, blue-screen your whole campaign,
Every verse a system crash, every hook corrupt your mainframe.
Some got disdain, refrain from action under pressure,
I send 'em back in fractions, divided by my lecture.
Hang around, but I ain't part of your crew, I'm solo dolo,
Know people everywhere, but I still move low-pro.
Don't confuse connections with dependin' on a clique,
I built my own lane while y'all still searchin' for a hitch.
Mind marblin', bars carved in like Steve Ditko illustrations,
Hulk out on the microphone, pure gamma radiation.
Blaze on, Johnny Storm, leave the booth scorched black,
Fantastic Four pressure every time I touch a track.
Show these crabs how to rhyme, synchronize every line,
Weaponize every sentence, I redefine every time.
Y'all too slow to process what I package in a quote,
Need a roadmap and a glossary just to follow what I wrote.
Go back to school, get your diploma, study meter, study flow,
Every verse another lecture, every page another show.
Graduated three times, now the pen got tenure,
Every punchline lands hard, every metaphor'll end you.
I'm the author and the editor, the architect, the planner,
Raise the standard every session, every record, every stanza.
No entourage, no gimmicks, I can stand here on my own,
Built the house from the foundation—now I'm sittin' on the throne.

[JChavez]

My throne made of foes’ jawbones
Foundation cracks due to Richter scale raps
American me Edward James Olmos deadly
With haste I stand and deliver till spines shiver
Pearl Harbor embalmer, martyr of an author
Chainsaw massacres I vividly pen horrors
Sonny Liston outside ring criminal culture
Endeavors lethal as deep sea water pressure
Johnny Blaze rhetoric extremely incendiary
Mother Earth scorched since day I was granted birth
Chernobyl radiation, high-energy disposition
Mindstate of Tyson in Mills lane with no brakes
Society menace like O-Dog in liquor stores
Willin’ to go out hardcore like Donnie Moore
Torture professor Hannibal dark path lectures
Brain maimed because it was plunged in pains of disdain

[JChavez]

Rations of war-ravaged nations
Battle-scarred far-off foreign fighters
Self-trained snipers search for survivors
Tidal waves of bombers turned martyrs
Void blank frozen stares of dreaded terror
Petrified civilians witness public decapitations
Interrogations morph to broadcasted executions
Decayed serrated blades used for ovaries spayed
Misdemeanor plotters charmed by snake doctors
Explosive-filled canisters dropped by helicopters
Seared silhouettes of no return swathe spheres
Predicaments of ordinary people in war-torn tenements
Mandatory silence, unwarranted violence
Pap smears pierced by sacrilegious spears
Bloody boulevards where cadavers saunter
Dilated pupils exemplify agony of purgatory

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Ain't no code to crack, I let the bars translate,
Every punch connect clean, no need to exaggerate.
You need subtitles for my flow, your mind can't calibrate,
I write in permanent ink while you still trying to laminate.
Every line authenticated, yours get flagged as counterfeit,
I don't need a cheat sheet—I'm the answer to the test.
Scantron bars, wrong bubble, now your whole career's erased,
It's da Sheep Lord speaking fluent smoke
​I leave defeat engraved on your face.

[JChavez]

Weak emcees will face defeat
In six years I’ll have two three-peats
I possess psychotic psych of Mike in laced Nikes
MJ great white appetite under MSG’s bright lights
In 4-5 double-nickel sharp as carbon steel sickles
Rivals rather choke on Chernobyl fumes than want that smoke
Super-max bars hard as guards in Alcatraz yards
Michael Vick Madden NFL 04 cheat code
Tyson in no socks/robe murderous mode
Foes can’t avoid perilous punches in combos
I use violence to solve problems like Rambo
Cats test me I answer with hot lead thru their bony vest
Breast skeletal cauterized after I singe plates in chests
Alone I kill entire legions with donkey mandible bones
Their demise authenticated by medical examiner
Permanent respite per certificate of morgue assessor

[Mantra]

Move the crowd flow follow the leader pronto
On the run like OJ in the Bronco
Mantra gone psycho like mental patient's
Language foul and fragrant bloody the arrangement
No taming the wild style broaden my profile
Spitting knowledge, and wisdom like Deck above the clouds
Mantra a Guru like Keith packing Miami Heat
Hitting switches on these bitches bow before my feet
Feeding me grapes like Big Daddy Kane ain't no half stepping when prepping to aim
Proclaimed for the acclaim from Buffalo to Spain
It's a decade reign of snatching souls and bloodstains
Insane in the membrane like users of cocaine
And fetty the original dreaded Freddie
Victim's beat them steady with a black whip heavy