^ some tight lines in that piece
master craftsmen for sho
Peace Prophet
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^ some tight lines in that piece
master craftsmen for sho
Peace Prophet
My eyes close, time froze my soul like a sublime blindfold/
I undergo exposure of lies told on my own unkind road/
came from the cold caves to the place where my soul’s saved/
I’ve wrote plays since birth and the earth is my whole stage/
I don’t age, matured since the old days of Smith n Wesson/
cocaine and road rage, I was a sold slave to imperfection/
a livin lesson, a legend in my own rite, like a dim reflection/
of Christ on my cold plight, that’s why I spit aggression/
my soul’s cold, but snow white, until I get my pension/
to live in heaven for my whole life, into the fifth dimension/
in the presence of my cold wife, also my kids’ affection/
did I mention I was a lowlife, but bold like a interjection/
a slave sold at low price, owned twice by pigs inspection/
that’s where my road spliced, I had to pick which direction/
my selection was holy wealth, my soul and body’s health/
chose to be my godly self, now I can’t be nobody else...
For I am me - The one who flows to hold his soul at peace/
And I am he - The son whose known to roll his dro in Sweets/
And I was him - Whose gun he holds would blow at foes indeed/
I could’ve been - The young and bold who sold they soul to greed/
But I am me - The one who holds to Jason’s golden fleece/
When I was he - a bum who rode a vagrant’s road to Greece/
And would’ve been - Among the clones who play the roll of sheep/
But I will be - The one opposed to those who toast the beast...
For I am me - The one who flows to hold his soul at peace/
And I am he - The son whose known to roll his dro in Sweets/
And I was him - Whose gun he holds would blow at foes indeed/
I could’ve been - The young and bold who sold they soul to greed/
But I am me - The one who holds to Jason’s golden fleece/
When I was he - a bum who rode a vagrant’s road to Greece/
And would’ve been - Among the clones who play the roll of sheep/
But I will be - The one opposed to those who toast the beast...
that whole part was illness, mega props
To say your gifted isn't doing you justice.
One of the greatest wordsmiths I've seen.
This is a hard bar bazaar, the return of retarded art/
framed in Cardiers, the charred remains of a departed heart/
deported far away, onto the fareways of far away parts/
from project stairways to stargates, still the stargazer starves/
he stands on stilts and spits to stretch his arms to the stars/
armed to the teeth with bars that is raw, far above par/
carved on his forearm, he forewarns of harm like a vagrant czar/
he recalls an anxious call with which an ancient grave is marked/
it reads: "I came apart at a young age, my lungs craved/
clean air but knew that blunt haze would be there one day/
and some days went quicker with liquor to support my liver/
but after it passes just deliver my ashes to the Jordan River"/
alone I shiver at the thought of prophecies lost in translation/
brothas lost in train stations, mothers caught cocaine bassin/
jewels dropped into a truckstop drain basin, a safe-haven/
for a brazen maiden who turned her first trick to make payments/
to a pimp who got her into a crib and off the gray pavement/
made her feel like she ain't nameless, hair did and legs shaven/
but the pimp is just a kid wit his own history that's painstakin/
mama was enslaved to the heroin age, she died a aids patient/
all these taught me there's no such thing as people with prudence/
only evil and crudeness, narcissistic teachers and students/
greedy preachers reachin for loot, misreadin the blueprints/
bleachin the truth in ruthless pursuit of what power produces/
buildin towers to Zeuses, misleadin any coward who's clueless/
abusin they power to loosen a altar boy's collar, it's stupid/
they hollerin for tolerance, to err is human, to forgive divine/
that's exactly why in prison I was kickin molestors like they did it to one of mine...
My eyes close, time froze my soul like a sublime blindfold/
I undergo exposure of lies told on my own unkind road/
came from the cold caves to the place where my soul’s saved/
I’ve wrote plays since birth and the earth is my whole stage/
I don’t age, matured since the old days of Smith n Wesson/
cocaine and road rage, I was a sold slave to imperfection/
a livin lesson, a legend in my own rite, like a dim reflection/
of Christ on my cold plight, that’s why I spit aggression/
my soul’s cold, but snow white, until I get my pension/
to live in heaven for my whole life, into the fifth dimension/
in the presence of my cold wife, also my kids’ affection/
did I mention I was a lowlife, but bold like a interjection/
a slave sold at low price, owned twice by pigs inspection/
that’s where my road spliced, I had to pick which direction/
my selection was holy wealth, my soul and body’s health/
chose to be my godly self, now I can’t be nobody else...
For I am me - The one who flows to hold his soul at peace/
And I am he - The son whose known to roll his dro in Sweets/
And I was him - Whose gun he holds would blow at foes indeed/
I could’ve been - The young and bold who sold they soul to greed/
But I am me - The one who holds to Jason’s golden fleece/
When I was he - a bum who rode a vagrant’s road to Greece/
And would’ve been - Among the clones who play the roll of sheep/
But I will be - The one opposed to those who toast the beast...
EVERYBODY STOP WRITING UNTIL NEXT YEAR!!
Picasso murdered the whole forum!!
Photon Propulsion Shake Vision Convulsions/
Aura That Pulsate in My Chest Deep Like Oceans/
Speak With Golden Moments Floatin Beside Roses/
Carnations Burn In The Sand Whenever Man approaches/
Vandal Notions Shadow Description Slash Throats-When/
My Spiritual Combine Wit Flesh Im Past Ghostin/
Ash Omens Poet Who Rest in Black Clothin/
Nosferatu Wit Gospel Attack Ronin's/
Steps On HourGlasses Till The Path Broken/
Fangs Inject Venom In Viegns U Lay Frozen/
Grenade Motion-Shrapnel Scattered in Pain Dosage/
Chemically Create Sound & Exchange Potions/
I Bless Like Priest Wit Tha Grail When Slang Spoken...
"REQUIEM:RUDE AWAKENING" debut mixtape comin soon
picasso much love stay rippin shit i had 2 give my 2 cents,haha
100
Preciate the love. I'm trying to pick the pen back up....
I burst from the cervix, breakin forth from the birth canal/
unhurt, un-alert to my new locale, a blue earth that’s foul/
soon as they snip the umbilical, I spit scriptures that’s Biblical/
several songs from hymnals that would echo through citadels/
from the peaks of the Pamirs to the Pyrenees pinnacles/
Christian clerics were critical, but I was praised by the Seminoles/
I eluded the cynical who were true to the pursuit of the trivial/
the pitiful religious who considered the prodigious to be typical/
as an infant I spit hints of mathematics you won’t find in print/
every line was mint, you’d catch my glint if you didn’t squint/
years came and went, I learned to sprint when I saw police tint/
an early Verbal Kint, hellbent on gettin rent or doin a stint/
adolescence was my advent, the avenue was like a magnet/
I ran it savagely on the average, caught in the drugs’ dragnet/
my soul was stagnant as piss puddles in a project stairwell/
I didn’t fare well til I found out my words and beats paired well/
now it’s farewell to even excellent emcees, they in hindsight/
cuz when I rhyme right they get quite scared of my mind’s light/
every line’s tight, I roll top flight that’s bout as sticky as epoxy/
my chick is brown and foxy, I roll like yahtzee, my flow is nazi/
oops, I meant nasty, I’m the best, no question, so don’t ask me/
in my widebody Caddy, told my girl twelve just went past me/
so put the blunt down, we run round uptown and bust serves/
hit a Motel 6 amidst the rough curbs so I can run in and touch her/
she’s a nutmeg skin mistress, a young princess with almond eyes/
we on a chocolate high, sippin amaretto, twistin chocolate thai/
outside the motel window, you smell indo when you walkin by/
me and my misses sharin strawberry kisses in a vanilla sky/
beforehand I tell her she too cute in that Coogi and blue boots/
afterward she say I’m the truth and put it down like bruised fruit/
I’m the same in the bed as in the booth, I’m coming for the temple/
never off track or simple, raw facts, y'all cats is all wack and crippled/
scrawl raps on windows in winter to a rhythm of horse-claps and fiddles/
I spring back in summer, since some a y'all was soft as a nipple/
this is simple, I’ve written it for illiterates, to be rap of the year/
put this crack in ya ear til you fill a canyon with tears and abandon ya fears...
as an infant I spit hints of mathematics you won’t find in print
every line was mint
hahahaha.. too many ill daggers flying around in this verse P..
as usual..
I can't quote them all.. or I might as well quote the whole verse
peace homes.. keep that pen on standby
never off track or simple, raw facts, y'all cats is all wack and crippled/
scrawl raps on windows in winter to a rhythm of horse-claps and fiddles/
picasso was crazy
the best picture is GUERNICA
Some arrogant poetry for y'all:
Superiority complex, lyrical authority over a majority of concepts/
seniority on this convex orb, ya see, on this grammatical conquest/
it’s a fanatical process the way I forge this mathematical content/
a monk who blow skunk on sabbatical, the projects is my convent/
you can take me outta context but chu can’t take me out the game/
top five alive, shout my name, I push lame emcees out the frame/
on top of that, I move caine, mary jane, and that boy for ya veins/
avoidin that same shit, I spit knowledge for that void in ya brain/
here’s a jewel: first rule of engagement, don’t fool with the greatest/
you a fool in amazement of the latest opus of dopeness I created/
it seem like I was gone for ages, but now I’m back from my hiatus/
I was busy gettin wages, havin foot races wit racists in police chases/
I reached my oasis ‘fore I could catch more cases in them cages/
them gates is outrageous, to turn a gracious imam to a straight sadist/
but I made it around them bases, now I’m at home in the majors/
magnum opus like Poe's Raven, I am Picasso in his latest stages/
cuz I’ll leave you in braces like teenage faces, but it’s permanent/
cuz, I came from the firmament wit the worst intent on murkin it/
I circumvent suckas in murderous tournaments, so stay subservient/
don’t get chin checked or wrapped around the neck wit a tourniquet/
I fashion the planets like Copernicus, you can’t match my swagger/
dungeons and dragons, catch my drift or you gon’ catch my dagger/
don’t stagger out cha cave til you slaves hear the commander call/
spittin space age rage, I’m like Alexander to y’all neanderthals/
goddamn, I’m raw...
Where Picasso been?
I heard he living shife again, a life of sin got him right back inside the pen/
fightin men wit whitened skin inside the lion's den where you find him in/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he gettin high wit friends inside his den, but he won't invite us in/
they smokin stank, sippin purple drank, I thank it's mixed wit Sprite and gin/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he fightin Leviathans wit iron fins in holy waters where giants swim/
scientists signed him in for assignment but tried to siphon then silence him/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he hittin the iron and dietin', on his vitamins, potassium and niacin/
gettin fire chin from a chocolate chick while a dime wit lighter skin is ironin'/
Where Picasso been?
Holdin pens in hope of openin a road to spend forever wit his closest friends/
closin in on a podium wit a open grin while bulbs flash and lenses is focusin/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he rollin stogies wit his homies, drinkin forties, watchin Maury or Nickelodeon/
he's only in the dope spot, throwin opiates to the broken and the loneliest/
Where Picasso been?
goin in wit his boldest kin, a clique of Hussein Saddams and Bonaparte Napoleons/
whose motives is: get the scratch, after that it's all irrelevant or erroneous/
Where Picasso been?
makin music like Paul Robeson, moments frozen in time, rhymin since the fallopian/
Where Picasso been? Where Picasso belong: hanging in the Smithsonian....
fightin Leviathans wit iron fins in holy waters where giants swim/
scientists signed him in for assignment but tried to siphon then silence him/
BOOOOOM!
again:
fightin Leviathans wit iron fins in holy waters where giants swim/
scientists signed him in for assignment but tried to siphon then silence him/
BOOOOOM!
you've reached that nearly impossible to attain level Prophet.
Peace, awe and respect to you homes
__________________
shit is banging, keep up the dopenessQuote:
Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso
...jersey is in the building...ahight, solid...
Picasso the pub patron, dubbed Prophet the Patriot Patriarch/
got a bottom bitch wit a switch, I call her my favorite matriarch/
matrix architect, agents project poison darts at the art I protect/
the Ark I protect from blackhearted men that the darkness infects/
scarf on my neck, I'm as fly as the insects your carcass collects/
I'll bang rain in ya veins and ingrain my name in every part of ya flesh/
I'm sparkin the techs in the arch of ya neck as you're parkin ya Lex/
more moolah-minded than most, so multiple mulattos stay stalkin for sex/
callin my nextel, hopin to exhale, but I don't need all of that stress/
don't get all in a mess, but I confess yo bitch look raw in that dress/
no bra on them breasts, I just sent her a message, and I ain't talkin a text/
all that I said was I'm Usain Bolt, and would she mind if I joined her/
I'm a hunnit meters from a million, and all I need is a Jackie Joyner/
a stick-up chick performer, hittin licks for the bricks and the coinage/
test it, in and out in eight seconds, it's a world record performance/
we robbin politicians and lawyers in Porsches or emporium foyers/
I got a gorgeous Delores, she's Foxy Brown and I'm Chuck Norris/
you pay on a mortgage, I got blunts torched front porch at my fortress/
you suspect ya chick is whorish, thru her cordless phone you forage/
pathetic...now Prophet's droppin atomic bombs onto Fantasy Islands/
hear the sonic boom then the mushroom cloud, now cue the violins/
you ain't wildin, I can hear your fear due to violence thru the sirens/
if apprehended then send a kite and you better stay true to silence/
that rule is timeless, whenever, whether black skies or bluest climates/
now Jakob is the new Timex and a Blackberry is the new papyrus/
check ya back-log, the black plague is caged inside a computer virus/
that infects thru the iris, violence by guys fightin over whos the flyest/
not realizin that kis might open doors but bricks open windows/
regardless I'm blowin indo, flippin dimes and nicks out my open window/
don't come thru here if you don't know the info, that code is simple/
since beats on the lunch table we been thug angels, though most is sinful...
you ain't wildin, I can hear your fear due to violence thru the sirens/
if apprehended then send a kite and you better stay true to silence/
that rule is timeless, whenever, whether black skies or bluest climates/
now Jakob is the new Timex and a Blackberry is the new papyrus/
check ya back-log, the black plague is caged inside a computer virus/
that infects thru the iris, violence by guys fightin over whos the flyest/
not realizin that kis might open doors but bricks open windows/
regardless I'm blowin indo, flippin dimes and nicks out my open window/
don't come thru here if you don't know the info, that code is simple/
since beats on the lunch table we been thug angels, though most is sinful...
^Yeah P!
hypeness!!
fuck man, this guy, idk, why ain't he recording!!? Lyrically he's better than half the rappers out there.
From Levi's to Louis V is a long leap, my street ties got me movin D all week/
my weed price for two or threes called cheap, got three times the loot I seen in aught three/
I keep ties like dudes who be on wall street, if I need pies I'm to the E to call Creep/
since I was knee high I been crackin the concrete, sellin sacks, packin a small heat/
I keep mines under my broad's seat, and you should see the hawk that my broad keep/
if I get caught deep in the Caprice with Bronze Feet, I won't let the laws speak/
just call me a lawyer, by two or three we gon be off free, spittin some raw meat/
you marks don't wanna spark beef, I'll put you on broad street with no car keys/
to come against me is a tall feat, I'm the king of my zone and my throne is a tall seat/
I'm a prodigy, I dare you to try to mob deep, I'm a royal sheikh, my shawl's sleek/
my tongue pierces clean, my teeth saw deep, ya flawed fleet is small sheep that's all geeked/
what do yall seek? battle rappin off beat, every rap is all sweet, this twelve here is just a small treat...
^lol.. dope!
My words give life to gangstas like a racist judge/
my life's in danger like a ranger, mayn, I'm slangin drugs/
if they gave me life in chambers then my face won't budge/
I'ma do the time in anger no matter who's case it was/
what if Jesus was here, sittin somewhere behind the walls/
cuz Judas signed a statement and didn't do no time at all/
what if Peter was pimpin and got shot behind a broad/
when James heard the glocks pop he was hid behind a car/
and the fact is John the Baptist was murdered by a fascist/
Lot's wife longed for long life carved on a cursed campus/
no lie, now she lives at the shelter on a dirty mattress/
Mary's ass was assassinated and replaced by a actress/
surely laughless, pushin thirty, she's prematurely hapless/
securely fractious, if you heard me you've seen the blurry blackness/
travel the surly atlas til the world crashes off it's pearly axis/
Picasso paints pictures on a thirsty canvass, this here is purely practice...
just checked a few of these - super nice work homie
DAMN!!Quote:
Superiority complex, lyrical authority over a majority of concepts/
seniority on this convex orb, ya see, on this grammatical conquest/
it’s a fanatical process the way I forge this mathematical content/
a monk who blow skunk on sabbatical, the projects is my convent/
Prophet P killin it
Here comes another masterpiece from the outer lands of Greece/
sittin in my kitchen, watchin p rise in the pots and pans like yeast/
all you see is powder, ash, and grease, police come, I'ma grab my piece/
so solemn cuz the sour sands have ceased in the hour glass of peace/
we wage war til we in the fed, dark days been cold as Winnipeg/
Jack and Jill, it all went downhill when Milt caught one in the leg/
now he in the pen, my close friend, sixty-three seems like no end/
got no ends for his books, it's the thirty-first and it looks like no rent/
so it's back to packin sacks so cheap, feels like I'm givin em out/
start wholesale at a motel, now fiends follow me like a Twitter account/
this the simplest route besides pullin pistols out in a simpleton's house/
Sixx will sell you suckas anything but soul, stupid, this isn't Faust...
Quote:
Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso
This is the kind of lyricism that's untouchable
I am legend, yes, I am brave, a violent slave inside of a lion's cage/
I get paid Zion's wage to stand tall and spit truth on a silent stage/
that's how I quiet this strident rage, to sit silent like a Mayan sage/
insteada firing an iron gauge like I did when I was bout my scion's age/
now we in the science age, but they still can't find a way to employ/
I'm finally understandin, I'ma always end up being a d-boy, no decoy/
the real McCoy, I could destroy your run-of-the-mill rhyme schemes/
I spit crack, you speak pipe dreams, these flames will melt you ice creams/
you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/
then come ask me for a front, shit happens around this time every month/
yo babymama check ain't came yet, so you here askin me for a free blunt/
you don't really want to confront me while your bitch is here, do you?/
cuz I been looked thru you and got a true view of ya heart under that Fubu/
you ain't no Zulu, I wouldn't even need the two-two to hit chu wit that voodoo/
they call me Prophet cuz I'm a guru, but they call me Sixx cuz I'm cuckoo...
They can't behold my luscious dame, I can't control this loveless game/
blowin dutches of the lushest jane, but you foldin up, it's such a shame/
it's insane you still hang on the same corners from whence my Cutlass came/
my bluntness maims, leave a fuckin lame with nuthin but a bloodless frame/
you fucks can't contain my bulbous brain, mayn, it's such a wondrous thang/
my fangs draw blood from the most sumptuous veins, you chumps just feign/
compare my bars to the lustrous plains of upper Spain after a summer rain/
or I can stutter my dullest pangs, spoken straight from Fred Douglass' pain/
for peers that I lost when the injustice came, out Sixx went, in Justin came/
in just a day I built Rome, I feel chrome on my door and a wheel made of grain/
my Caprice soaked in oak, this Dominican dime laughin like I just told a joke/
ice cubes in my deck and my coke, today was a good day, I ain't awoken broke/
I keep the fiends smokin dope, my folks rockin herringbones and golden ropes/
treasure every minute and hold it close, cuz I never know when this life might provoke a stroke...
I grapple with Sheol, met the devil's daughter, now I'm mackin her well/
smackin her tail, in a blackened motel then I'm throwin her back into hell/
you deaf, dumb and blind, can't learn to sign, plus you lackin the braille/
to feel what I write from the steel and the nights when I was back in a cell/
I excel well, this verse is certain to hurt yo heart like darts from a burner/
but these words go further than murder, it goes much farther than fervor/
birds of a feather spark on the fertile herbal, it's an artist's precursor/
if you a truth searcher, these words is like the AOL and Ted Turner merger/
so I dare any cake-ass web-surfer, "real Hip Hop" mercenary to murmur/
my medleys may turn ya from musical shepherd to my g.o.a.t.-herder/
that's for KRS or the rest of the so-called vets that judge who the best/
you ain't never seen my front steps or bought a bag of these d-r-u-g-s...
nice heat P!
I could destroy your run-of-the-mill rhyme schemes/
I spit crack, you speak pipe dreams, these flames will melt you ice creams/
you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/
enjoyed that that most keep at it man and i'l be in from tyme to tyme
this shit right here nigga ! is some true talkQuote:
Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso
"you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/"
^^one of my favorite lines because i know halfway hustlers like that
I'll be there like Tito's brother, when you need some weed then see no other/
see no evil and cease to covet, I keep a couple p's beneath my cupboard/
shout out to Karen, she's my mother, even Stevie Wonder can see I love her/
if you seen me swing you seen my slugger, I'll Jose Canseco a seasoned sucker/
I drink Jose Cuervo when I eat my supper, most ese's know I see no color/
black chick in my crib, don't need no covers, I'm too cold and she so gutter/
I got a hotel suite for my circle, they trollin Swisher sweets fulla purple/
I'm outside wit o-z's of the herbal, bustin serves wit the heat in my thermal/
pennin prophecies in my journal, Wu Tang is forever but Prophet P is eternal/
the microwave poppin d by the kernel, in the cyber age gotta leap any hurdle/
candlelight vigil if a fiend on they Herschel cuz I got the heat in my girdle/
composin a Constantine concerto, some nights is too black to see the inferno/
the streets is nocturnal, these words is hurtful to the external listener/
urban Krishna, it's time for a Hip Hop lockout, I'm the verbal commissioner/
send you back to ya suburban peninsula, holla back when the season start/
til you start to release a spark, yo cheapened art ain't worth a cuisinart...
"I spit crack, you spit pipe dreams"...ill...
If only you knew where the--source of this blue terror/
was, that keeps knowledge abuzz beneath my New Era/
cuz--I'm a true seraph in a pair of J's bought from Arabs/
a Machiavellian ancient alien hangin out my fiery carriage/
my skill's sickle cell sick so I virally share it, it's buyin me merit/
but skills can't salvage my marriage or assign me no karats/
the more I sell dimes of death the more my livelihood perish/
I'm likely to perish in a barrage of bullets from a sheriff's barracks/
probly put my body in a generic warehouse, up in the garret/
but for now I'm up in a terrace wit my parents and my heiress/
starin at Polaris, cherishin the evening, speakin in esoterics/
temple clerics for the one who rose, I don't mean no Derrick/
I don't need numerics to calculate the years its bout to take/
for the clouds of hate to make their precious way outta state/
the pressure stays bout the cake, the hood is way outta line/
green leaves I gotta rake, even though they made outta pine/
I speak heat when I salivate, although I'm way outta time/
to see dreams when I'm not awake, and take grief outta mine/
speak heat when I salivate, I know that I'm way outta time/
to see dreams when I'm not awake, and take grief outta mine...
Don't know where I'm goin, just realized where I've been/
descended from Annunaki, defended by the jinn/
intend to stop who mock me, twenty-five in my timbs/
play me once shame on you, it won't happen again...
I'm trappin within a corridor in kevlar, wit a forty-four Heckler/
or I'm on Marion carryin kush for the corner-store regulars/
I'm a warrior senator, born to form metal from worn pebbles/
shape your plows into swords in accord with the Lord's rebels/
my pores drip sweat aboard levels of hell, can't avoid devils/
my loins tremble at the thought of rot inside of a void temple/
a mind is a terrible thing to taste, Ray Liotta, Anthony Hopkins/
if I get jammed up, I'm poppin, unless I got the insanity option/
I have to be cautious, my son ask why people buy these ziplocks/
better he see it from me then learn about it from Hip Hop/
better to buy him some J's than give him some flip flops/
better to lie here some days than to ride round wit nick rocks/
cuz you'll get stopped on this block if you in Tahoes or big blocks/
so I avoid the pig cops at all costs, like potholes and pit stops/
my motto's to get gwap, stay grounded til the mother ship lift off/
used to get pissed on, now I'm pissed off, Truman Burbank, Christof...
I don't feel no hope for rap, so come kneel to the new pope of rap/
these spoken raps are potpourri for dope emcees and local cats/
Optical One, got my focus back, Optimo blunts, got my yoda sack/
call me for skunk, got the doja packs, God, I'm so drunk off cognac/
thirteen elbows in grocery sacks, I just came from shoppin/
Picasso just got his mojo back, now tell me what you coppin/
bitches run behind me like Flo-Jo's back, I ain't never stoppin/
snitches wanna dime me, I throw em back, quarterback option/
fiends wanna find me if I sold em packs, quarters and poppins/
police know I'm grimy, I told em that, I'm more than a problem/
I'm more like a monster, a mobster readin Catcher In The Rye/
my accomplice, he's standin by, preach my message from the sky/
how can I not pass you by when you learn your lessons from a lie/
burnt your blessings in the fire of the wretchedness of your pride/
always keep your gameface everytime, even when messin up inside/
nestle up aside my ride, beside still waters and heavy tides/
money made stretchin dimes, Melchizedek's my son so I never tithe/
never mind, I know some lines is over people's heads almost every time/
homey, I'm a lion, almost every dime I make is goin toward my pride/
alpha-male grind, break down the bails til it's count the mail time/
thirteen pounds for sale time, I'm pitchin cuties like they loosies/
solid three fifty since it's dewy, three twenty-five if we gucci/
gotta speak the language if you wanna slang packs where I'm from/
there's a lotta train tracks, and you don't wanna end up on some/
get cha ends up 'fore you end up on some quest for the bread truck/
you can't depend on dead luck, that med must got cha head fucked/
misled when they said give your best then rest when ya quest's up/
with that said, I guess my text's up, now acquiesce cuz I'm next up...
LOVE these last two pieces Picasso!!
every line is dope, but here are a couple off top that I LOST it while reading>
I don't feel no hope for rap, so come kneel to the new pope of rap/
these spoken raps are potpourri for dope emcees and local cats/
nestle up aside my ride, beside still waters and heavy tides/
money made stretchin dimes, Melchizedek's my son so I never tithe/
Jerusalem Thorn
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I penned poems in past lives when the ancient of man thrived/
my patience is past tense, I pillage pagans as a pastime/
proper payroll got me poppin, like bacon in a pan, fried/
but I feel the world on me like I'm taken in a landslide/
between my girl and my homey, I'm takin my man's side/
trustin a chick over the clique is the reason my mans died/
tryin not to drink again but I keep a reason to backslide/
I got baptized in blood once I was stabbed in my backside/
now I'm pickin scabs in my Lac ride, cream-toned vinyl top/
watch for crabs with my cat eyes, while I make my final stop/
let Lionel drop, runnin with the night til my spine'll pop/
when I die time'll stop on the face of Zion's primal clock/
the Mayans were misinformed, 2012 is when I'ma spit a storm/
which will transform to a swarm of locusts sworn to scorn/
in the eighties I was born, but before Adam I was formed/
before atoms were conformed, and before Azazel was warned/
so blow the ram's horn, adorn the halls of every dorm/
for on the morn of my coming I'll harvest Jerusalem thorn/
and scorch the fields of corn, then it's back to my forte/
teachin you how to conquer like I did the Vikings in Norway/
never speak in haste or poor taste, my psyche is gourmet/
think fast, food for thought, I ain't ate in four days/
been prayin for my homeboy facin fourteen in his court case/
but today we remain tippin packs on this porch, blazed...
^heater. really really loved reading this piece!
In the booth, confession time, Hail Mary Jane, bless the pine/
set these rhymes next in line, Section Nine next election time/
no question, I'm mentioned by precious dimes smoke session times/
this endless shine tends to blind wretched swine, seven signs/
seven seals, separate grinds, sellin pills, several times/
set the deal, severed ties, if you trill then you empathize/
with the plight of the Wandering Jew, don't call me no fool/
calmly remove ya Mauris and take the jewels I'm offering you/
rumors you heard are probably true, not cocky, but awfully rude/
Emmo Bee, that's why my Monte is blue and my laundry is too/
catch me on the avenue or thru shops where coffee is brewed/
softly I soothe your soul with psalms in the calmingest mood/
ain't no exception to the rule, if you steppin you a fool/
a questionable move when you show irreverence to the crew/
this is overdue empathy, sent to my most respected enemies/
selective entities sent to be friends to me, sentimentally/
I got pity for any of those who selectively get next to me/
who were meant to be snakes first and fake friends secondly/
Pimpin Ken pedigree, mouthpiece make yo daughter get buck/
get stuck for hours in the shower, snort powder, get fucked/
no coward, the kids tough, I climb towers with big blunts/
I'm Dwight Howard in big trucks, high power and big bucks/
I might pound her and get drunk, and in five hours I'll get up/
take a nice shower, get lit up, all that 'fore she sit up/
no rest for the weary, no bread for the bitches near me/
so it's clearly said, this thread should be stickied, hear me/
you fairies are nearly dead, merely a Sex in the City series/
we got guns like Sons of Anarchy, you are departed dearly/
your heart is purely glass, phantom in a white, pearly mask/
I'm quite early for the trophy, but I'll prematurely ask/
don't make me show my dirty ass, ya flow is surely trash/
flames on you wordy crabs, burn you slow then stir the ash/
got my fo' securely clasped, don't you ask for no reefer/
this pain shall surely pass while gettin ass at my leisure/
seen both sides of the fence, the grass was never greener/
so I hold tight to my sense, my grasp is getting weaker....