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    ^Ouch!!

    High art as always P!

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    'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'

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    Default Wild Is The Wind

    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.

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    genius!!

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    damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn that is impressive

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    .solid. now the science, dropped: christ ressurection's in progress.
    $%#&!

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    ...then we get the loot, see...
    Last edited by ChristO; 03-04-2012 at 09:26 AM.
    $%#&!

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    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.

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    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.

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



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

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    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.

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

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    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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