Picasso's Masterpieces

and again the heavens have opened>

brother Picasso, this

wow-

couldnt type what reflected my hype after reading this one-

you got something beyond talent-

a gift from the Most High yo-

too bad for heads who cant recognize-

another true masterpiece-

honestly gotta go collect myself yo-

peace-

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso

Mark this hour on ya calendar, you can end ya talent search/
wordplay’s high caliber rifles, but the vocab’s a silencer/
balancin Bibles and violence, I’m demolishin challengers/
blood sacrificin Highlander wit twin polished Excaliburs/
the last of the world marvels, spit words of pearl and marble/
I came wit Amistad in a bottle, come unfurl the novel/
keep the girls in a hostel, waitin to satisfy the legendary/
I got plots in dark cemeteries, but a burial’s unnecessary/
cuz I live eternally like I been born again, but born in sin/
torn linen wrapped around the cadavers of tortured men/
prepare the sod, assassins in the synagogue swear to God/
take off ya mink or lose yo cuban link like Terror Squad/
respect the decalogue, thou shalt not cross the Messiah/
I spit flames on yo terrain until you get lost in the fires/
tossed in the mire, may yo soul expire in the swamplands/
off-brand emcees get crushed like a tall can by a bronze hand...

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got damn this just scream creativity you got me in the 1st few lines you could cha talent search...omg you teach cats allot of about ripping dude ur nasty kudos 4 this man keep killing them fuck the haters

balancin Bibles and violence, I'm demolishin challengers
blood sacrificin Highlander wit twin polished Excaliburs


WHOA>

i could have just quoted this, but i wanted to type it out to see how it feels to drop an unmeasurable gem-

dope as can get, P-

we gonna have to drop another snack soon-

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Yo I seriously need to smoke a blunt and read this whole thread...

That "Flying Quils" dart had me going nuts !!!!!!!

Picasso is unreal...Colossal props man.

I still think Prophet Picasso is Killah Priest.

This is better than a LOT of stuff I listen to.

This shit is... ah fuck. I can't find the words.

Best writer on here, hands down, so down the devil gonna get bitchslapped.

I was banished to the land of Nod, hunted impalas wit Nimrod/
presented Moses the Decalogue, flipped tables in the synagogue/
met wit Farrakhan and Wallace Fard, showed em Allah is God/
I exposed Balaam’s facade, and joined Sengbe on the Amistad/
paid Caesar’s taxes from the mouth of cod in the Jordan River/
ate the holy scroll, then turned water to wine to restore my liver/
born in Galilee, torn in Calvary, formed galleries of masterpieces/
took bread from the hands of Jesus, wrote Paul’s grandest thesis/
joined the school of prophets, but I dropped out and left the dorm/
wore armor thru electric storms, I don’t fear no weapon formed/
me and Lot drank bourbon, I was born, my mother was a virgin/
I gave King James a version, in Durban I’m covered in a turban/
I’m the first Zionist, I called Drew Ali “Noble Moorish Scientist”/
formed alliances wit Judah’s Lioness, hit Goliath wit a iron fist/
I traveled wit Enoch out to Vega, I am the Alpha and Omega/
megaman Sega, Genesis chapter one, daylight and night creator/
I prayed wit Noriega, threw hot darts at the Lost Ark raiders/
I’m a lost art maker, man, I break fast at these pop tart wafers/
playa, I’m a serial spitter, I sat wit Merlin next to spiritual rivers/
flowin lyrical wizard material, imperial bacterial blizzards/
durin the exodus I led the crowd as a bloomin cumulus cloud/
thunder boomin aloud, mighty tremors consumin the ground/
three days I was groomed in a shroud wit my humerus bound/
me and Muhammad spoke profound, eatin shrooms by the pound/
I threw crowns wit the elders bowed at the base of the throne/
I embraced Sharon and placed witches in a lake wit the stones/
as fauna like iguanas and piranhas ate they face and they dome/
I scattered any trace of they bones at sacred places in Rome/
sat wit Nostradamus, blazin a zone while we both ridin together/
stayed survivin the weather while on a cold Poseidon Adventure/
I’m indentured forever to wreak flows leavin a trail scorched/
wit a hard gale force, I’m the reason you need to behold a pale horse...

I wanted to try something with simpler vocab and shorter bars:


Before I was formed—I was sordid/
before I was born—I was aborted/
before I was foreign—I was deported/
my oracles are historically recorded/
by agents on hidden tape recorders/
but I ain’t bakin eighths or quarters/
that’s my aces, they can take ya order/
while jakes invade and take ya daughter/
I’m breakin water wit this global vista/
my mindstate’s Priest, my vocal’s GZA/
I’m at the local Sizzler wit a cocoa sista/
my words dig deep like a posthole digger/
the liquor on my liver, I let the indo flame/
can’t stand the rain on my window frame/
in this kitchen of mines, twistin a dime/
hittin the pine, reminiscin on simpler times/
in my prime, I used to spit simpler rhymes/
me and my clique commit similar crimes/
made descent, prisons came and went/
Jah gave me pens so my pain could vent...

h ha, i thought you were doin a bid or somethin P-

^nice drop

yo i'm ready to bake up another 'snack' whenever you are god-

hit me-

peace-

Today is the two-year anniversary of my liberation from prison. This verse is a different style for me, but I needed to pen something to commemorate this day for myself. They say that 78% of inmates get locked up within two years of they release. I'm beatin they odds:



Two years since I got my view clear, a couple blunts, a few beers/
new peers, a few tears fallen and smeared here on this blue sphere/
piss-cups renew fears, led thru rear doors, D’s watch thru mirrors/
pigs threw a few spears, but I’ve steered clear and persevered/
heard jeers and sneers thru the cheers, but I veered into the clear/
I’m so sincere, can’t believe it’s been mere years since that career/
I kept Belvedere bottles near, a concrete pioneer stuck in gear/
cold racketeer, robbed a few cashiers, disappeared out the rear/
conditions was severe, my fo-fin was revered, Nextel to my ear/
ran up big bills like Laimbeer, adhered to street-code pioneers/
rolled wit chocolate chicks wit earrings the size of chandeliers/
thick rears, we slung hard out the Cavalier, cruisin the frontier/
the blue interior was austere, but it got me from there to here/
she head-bob like Lanier, unaware of informants who interfere/
Babylon volunteers, their sheer envy led me to a prison premier/
listenin ears had me writin Dear Mamas from penitentiary tiers/
wit killas and queers, gangbangers, slangers and molestors/
nut-testers, dope-fiends who pester, I heard the old gods lecture/
rockin polyester textures, I read Esther and served my semester/
left the pen better than I came, throwin deuces to lame jesters/
my ace said remember him and our friends wit lives sequestered/
in Westville, tethered together in cold weather wit no sweaters/
years wit no letters, deep in the nether regions of wherever/
for whomever, Kenyon, Big Mike, Ready, DT and Trevor/
separated from they Tashas, Biancas, Ebonys and Heathers/
flocked together like birds of a feather, no room whatsoever/
severed from they family for whatever cheddar endeavors/
without no thoughts of whether things will ever get better/
long as they’re never bound in leather when they pull the lever/
dismembered in order to pacify a cruel system’s displeasure/
however, I took measures to get out and seek a hidden treasure/
but I will forever remember, o-six, the eleventh of September...

peace. yeah, that was peace. jersey needed that. shout to north jersey, south jersey, central jersey. feel me between here-and-there, or on either side a' that. and one. when I come through, let it be love then...

dope P-

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Shizzah

I still think Prophet Picasso is Killah Priest.

This is better than a LOT of stuff I listen to.

This shit is... ah fuck. I can't find the words.

Best writer on here, hands down, so down the devil gonna get bitchslapped.

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it could be priest testing out material on us to see what works lol if so great, if not even more doper but who knows

Colorless brothers blaspheme a faceless god/
nameless odds, hopeless homeless embrace the sod/
investors chase the fog, c-notes become paper wads/
racist squads of police miss the spaceship pod/
makeshift gods are razed from Washington to Riyadh/
political retards regard the panic, callin it Jihad/
the streets charred and replaced wit glassy gold/
reefa smoke emits from stores where gas was sold/
the masses fold from the lack of soul nutrition/
behold, a coalition unfolds from the old conditions/
no longer controlled by trolls of the pope traditions/
a bold transition to hope from the old suspicions/
ascent of a gracious world amidst a spacious swirl/
rivers of life flow slow thru twelve gates of pearl/
mountains and lakes unfurl where once Lucifer flared/
the spared remnant heir breathe in New Jerusalem’s air...

edit: added 8 bars:

We'll fight the aims of soothsayers who plight to drain/
the utopian frame paved over amber waves of grain/
stained wit the blood of Cain, raised the bloodline of Seth/
heritage of eternal life fights on the frontlines with death/
in crunchtime we kept the covenant, righteous breastplates/
flamin arrows, black apparel, a perilous checkmate/
the blessed faith of warriors forced the gray hounds into hell/
the housing of Sheol, this is two thousand and twelve...

oh shit, this is the first time i read your work.

Prophet Picasso, energetic dynamo, lyrical inferno.

Seriously, the best so far...

word P-

your index is made of pure gold-

peace-