Picasso's Masterpieces

[War and Peace]

^Ouch!!

High art as always P!

[Prophet Picasso]

It's awhile since I been wild as the wind/
while David Bowie spin, hold me closely to your skin/
show me to your center, but I'm never fallin in/
enter inside my temple, confess all your sins/
let me forgive you or give you eternal life/
internal strife, babymama or maternal wife/
work the pipe if you wanna earn your stripes/
I set the bar high and I'm the perfect height/
I work it like freemasons, purple weed blazin/
the purp that we blazin is perfectly fragrant/
I'm purposely flagrant whenever I'm tastin you/
you love me, say you do and I'll fly away with you/
lay with you, give you dick for a day or two/
stay with you til I'm sick of your changin moods/
maybe two weeks later you gon text "I miss you"/
first, I address the issue, next I kiss you/
molest and frisk you like you possessed a pistol/
let me split you, I cut the best like Ginsus/
when I cup ya breast, I touch ya chest quite gentle/
be a freak, no parentals, baby, I ain't judgmental...


Wild is the wind, let's get caught up in the tempest/
all up in your temple, lemme crawl up in ya trenches/
temptress in my rental, sentiments are senseless/
you said I speak that ism, the sentences are endless/
I said I peeped your rhythm, it's from a classic tune/
that takes me back, a brainiac inside a padded room/
for maniacs, I'll break your back like a plastic spoon/
you ache for that, take it back or we'll be at it soon/
wake up in the afternoon, and then I'm ancient history/
I'm out here on my grizzly, call me when you miss me/
I'll roll up in a jiffy, speak softly and you kiss me/
if ya attitude is iffy, think calmly 'fore you diss me/
cuz since we been here, we been severely blunted/
I been real and sincere, I kept it three hunnit/
only love the money, I thought that's what we wanted/
all the time that I done spent, I need to be refunded...

[War and Peace]

genius!!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn that is impressive

[ChristO]

.solid. now the science, dropped: christ ressurection's in progress.

[ChristO]

...then we get the loot, see...

[Prophet Picasso]

Imagine every decision hindered by visions/
incisions on my cerebrum, heathen religions/
denyin my appetite, I sacrifice a pigeon/
Allah speaks, I'm only actin like I'm listenin/
my mission: to mine gold, a story I'm told/
"this shar, Nibiru's winters are ice-cold/
use your bold rhymes in time for mind-control/
in time you'll find the road to abide in abodes/
built for Annunaki, descendants of Elohim"/
I woke from my dream next to a rocky stream/
I wrote eight bars under the heat of the daystar/
knowin that Enki was watchin me on his radar...

Lately I been questionin my God, depressed again, my god/
clenchin the pen as my rod, but it's been lessenin my odds/
then again, these sentiments are clearly evident as fraud/
cuz I spread poison for presidents, my residence is Nod/
the tenements I trod where my innocence was robbed/
my convictions are concrete but my sentences are sod/
my sentences aside, most my medicine is flawed/
no more streets of gold in Nibiru, Heaven is a fraud....

[Prophet Picasso]

King Hoover ain't dead yet, but I'm dead set to don the headdress/
Sixx is my new name, no Kool Aid is pumped from under my left breast/
no pen for my next test, Alaskan cold with a flask in my head rest/
since Pac died, I'm the last jinn to survive inside of men's flesh/
I trendset like a sensai, it's so easy to influence what men say/
so simple to sense the menstrual cycles, up unto the tenth day/
I mark moon cycles wherever my head lay, learnt that from Kenyenta/
my compadre, my ese, a comrade in combat against the death ray/
check the x-ray, translucent thoughts hide my murky intentions/
before Xerxes ascension, built pyramids with our early inventions/
how did Anu fall to such dirty detentions, Merlin he mentioned/
while we were pearlin blunts for ten earth months worth of tension/
I paid attention, but he refunded my heed, took a blunt of my weed/
gave me a seed from his sleeve, said it would symbolize our creed/
yea, though I walk through the alley of the battles for Seth/
my shadow is deft, my mantle I heft til not a chapel in Babel is left...

[G.O.D.F.A.T.H.A.]

Thanks for this son. I am going to get this copywritten in my name.

[Bizkitz]

Is this guy white? He seems like a white emcee.

[Prophet Picasso]

Check the score, baby, I'm Martin Scorcese but even more crazy/
ain't a sweetie can sway me, I'ma roll sweezys til I'm swayze/
easy peasy payments, I hit the pavement and then they pay me/
dope deals determine dollas daily, so the PD gotta hate me/
haters berate me, but still buy these onions for three hunnit/
need money? slam grams for twenty, keep comin and re-uppin/
two hits of the weed, and I guarantee that you gon be blunted/
if you find a single seed, bring it back to me and get refunded/
I got weight like Chris Farley, Jamaican kush called Piff Marley/
I sip barley, a sick Sicarii, sickle in my cell, a sig's on me/
forged from steel, I'm Lauryn Hill, forced to kill a pig softly/
sweat drips harshly from the Serengetti sun on a Sahara safari/
I'm partially Rastafari, not sorry if I scuff a sucka's Mauris/
these muthafuckas aren't me, I hardly squash beef like Barkley/
knock ya teeth on the red carpet then chief beneath the marquee/
please don't believe the malarky, everything that gleam ain't sparkly/
see, regardless how it seem, it was simply a starry night dream/
that you could ever scheme to question my genes as a Elohim king/
I'm steamed, you better never ever send an accusation to my race/
I'm from the ghetto, a devil could never see his reflection in my face/
so run back to the mountain graves and caves from where yo ass came/
before I become enraged and enslave every man with yo last name/
whole fam marked with my brand, til you come eye to eye like a man/
and I slap you right where you stand with the white side of my hand....

[ChristO]

...solid, solid...east coast, pay attention...and true, about the agenda to the gentrification...
...and that arsenal, yo...gotta' get him...

[Prophet Picasso]

I curl blunts of killer, ya chronic couldnt cause a manslaughter/
tippin grams in a Grand Am, piffin granddad wit cha granddaughter/
no homo, Granddad, but befo I grab straps I'll put my hands on ya/
and stomp a grand canyon in ya ass til blood flows like dam water/
got a snub nose in my high waters, clutch chrome when night's fallen/
my Samsung on, but I ain't coming home when my wife's callin/
I'm too busy gettin it--I like sellin it more than hittin it/
I'm not tellin it nor admittin it, I'm too eloquent with these synonyms/
I'm Duke Ellington on you simpletons, come sip this mood indigo/
Ralph Ellison in my living room playing blues on his new piccolo/
me and Erykah Badu in the nude smokin Kools makin lewd videos/
pitty pat with her kitty cat but my hands on her titties though/
vyvanse in a hidden cove, five racks on the kitchen stove/
by chance I found my chillum right when the swisher broke/
it's too stale in this basement, too many j's are adjacent/
too many jakes tracin the taste of this paste that they bassin/
too many times I been chased, made haste to escape from an agent/
Neo in the Matrix, kneeholes in my jeans mean I'm complacent/
awaitin overdue payments, trap windows eye level with the pavement/
if my runners break the oath then they'll both quoth the raven....
Nevermore, murder in my memory, Bible in my dresser drawer/
no credit for competitors, metal Taurus, Alien versus Predator/
my predecessors could never forge the metaphors in my repertoire/
remember these memories, immortalized for scores in my memoirs....