^Ouch!!
High art as always P!
^Ouch!!
High art as always P!
GOLDEN ARMS REDEMPTION
'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'
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...
Image is everything except the truth.
genius!!
GOLDEN ARMS REDEMPTION
'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'
damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn that is impressive
.solid. now the science, dropped: christ ressurection's in progress.
$%#&!
...then we get the loot, see...
Last edited by ChristO; 03-04-2012 at 09:26 AM.
$%#&!
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....
Image is everything except the truth.
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...
Image is everything except the truth.
Thanks for this son. I am going to get this copywritten in my name.
Is this guy white? He seems like a white emcee.
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....
Image is everything except the truth.
...solid, solid...east coast, pay attention...and true, about the agenda to the gentrification...
...and that arsenal, yo...gotta' get him...
$%#&!
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....
Image is everything except the truth.
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