"Trilogy (Clone War Mix)" by the Council of Doom's Mad Sheep "I'm not afraid. / You will be. You will be." Mad Sheep, blowin' up like a nuke. Your sister, she's hot like Daisy Duke. Listen to the swing for the jive and juke. Some advice: "Use the Force, Luke." I gots Aryan skills like my name was Goeth‘. My styles is long like they was frankfurters. Commit misdemeanors, but never no murders. "But I was going into Toschi station to pick up some power converters!" How whack is your crew? Where should I begin? Your styles they belong in Recyclin' bins. Just remain on the outside, lookin' in. "I suggest a new strategy R2, let the wookie win." My black book of rhymes is like a ancient tome, And a COD show could pack the Carrier Dome. I always carry plastic, but I never carry chrome. "I used to bulls' eye womp rats in my T-16 back home..." COD gettin' hot, gettin' hotter, M*A*S*Hing up the comp like I was Colonel Potter. Watch Nick at Night for the Welcome Back Kotter. Face it: "I am your father." It's the Mad Sheep, breaking down the door. I'm up on the mic, so get your ass on the floor. If I was a Bond villain, I'd be Rhymes Galore. Mind trick: "These aren't the droids you're looking for." My rhymes is phat and my beats is dope. You try to get with me, but you just can't cope. Got a new album like the Pope, "Help me Obi Wan Kenobi, you're my only hope." "If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine." "Are you sure about this, trusting our fate to a boy we hardly know?" How phat is my rhymes? They like yea wide. Cool like AC and I don't mean Bayside. Your rhymes is skinny, like a quark wide. "Fear is the path to the Darkside." I always bring it real, I never get high. Fly out of San Francisco on the red eye. Wake up and find myself up in the NY. "At last we will reveal ourselves to the Jedi." Won't catch me slippin', but if you trippin', I might Lay the smack down, never back down from a fight. If you step to me, you're steppin' to the light. "Yousa people gonna die?" That's right. I'm the Mad Sheep with rhymes above par, Runnin' this Squadron like Admiral Ackbar. Yo, when I'm around the Doc is never far "Always two there are." I'm takin' my rhymes out on cross country trips. I'm content on the mic, like Moltar watchin' CHiPs. Rhymes marked for your brain, kept in clips. "They will never get me in one of those dreadful starships." You're jealous of my styles, no doubt, of course. I'm in THX while your crew is still in Morse. You can keep your Carraige and keep your Horse, I am "The one who will bring balance to the force." Like Hadji, take you out with the "Bim Sala Bim." Sheep's got you hooked with my lyrical gems, I'm light like Windu, not dark like Eminem. "Wipe them out, all of them" "You cannot escape your destiny" The Mad Sheep is hotter than the deserts of Tatooine, My Mos Eisley skills'll make all o' y'all ladies scream. My style's in the air like if I was on Bespin, I drop rhymes so fast that it'll make your head spin. Colder than Hoth when I'm up on the mic, More green than Endor is all that I would like. I'm blowin' up this spot like my name was Alderon, Dantooine's the planet that Samantha Mulder's on. I'm short like a Jawa, but smooth like Bobba Fett, My Obi Wan style's one that y'all will never get. Knowledge like Yoda, is what the Sheep's got, I'm Solo like Han when I run up in the spot. But yo, I get the ladies like my name was Lando, Sometimes I come Jedi, other times commando. So what my back is hairy like I was a wookie, I'm eating up your styles like they was a cookie. Your crew smells like Taun-taun, y'all 're Bantha fodder, I kick it like Wicket. Step to me? Don't bother. Phat like Jabba, outta' control like Salacious, My hotel accommodations better be spacious. Don't mess with Sheep, I got my own sail barge. Like my name was Chewy, you know I'm livin' large. Got more styles of rhyme than Leia has for hair, Don't fly a Falcon, ride a Millennium, from here to there. Always use the Force, but I'm not dark like Vader, Hard like a droid, and yet I'm still a player hater. I can make the Kessel run in 12 parsecs And I activate the shields when it's time for sex. "You're all clear, kid, now let's blow this thing and go home." "Impressive."
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