She is there
I feel her stare
Like a glare
She wants me bare..
Naked;
(I can't take it)
I tell her: "SHAKE THIS!"
Pull out snake t*p
~Superman cape bitch~
Yule.
She is there
I feel her stare
Like a glare
She wants me bare..
Naked;
(I can't take it)
I tell her: "SHAKE THIS!"
Pull out snake t*p
~Superman cape bitch~
Yule.
war is a women horny and distraught,in need of some cock to soothe her hot box,mental plains peaked reached high at the top,looking down on the sober working the lots,dispair and displeasure torqued into slots,assigned and accepted porking the chops,the blind have repented hoping one day to see,while the dumb continue on the path of misery,as the deaf wait and hope but never are heard,while chemicals from plastic molecularly mold,to the water we drink and bottled water thats stored,baby bottles, candy wrappers, one use items,are all made up of this plastic that has us dying,now scientist are involved because of Chesapeak Bay,The striped bass are dying and the corals decay,please listen to the earth death is messagin'this chemical changes into a synthetic estrogen,that attacks the codes that build our organs,hormones are now slowly being contorted,and whos is it, to be rewarded?our ignorance and greed are whats to blame,pass me that joint so I can numb the pain,pass me the mirror so I can snort some caine,to send my brain waves back on a higher plateau,where I don't worry and think of snortin more blow,
I'm common man from the street,always live at high speed
if anybody says that I'm kid I'll ask what is his bid
or maybe he's too rich to understand one easy thing
to know what for does he live,I offer one languge to make him speak
well,he thinks that it's like suckin my dick to speak tha language from the street but I'll tell him that it's too deep to use something what I need
exactly my rap-shit lets me do rules I want stick and my peeps
will know about my beef.
I wanna be a thug and fuck rich like shark
ahead my way for gettin luck
my dog will bark when my game has a start
many suckers will think that my type ain't right
I tell 'em-ya pride is to buy our life but I got tired
of your shit-kind,I'll ride without greedy fuckin tide
my gun is tongue and rhyme's outta your time
My style is rap that's a trap u turned in it out yet?
Oh, shit u'll get somethin bad if u don't take a mac in ya hand
y're gonna be damp when I make my first step and bread will seem to be lead, turn ya back and get wet! I've never been mad to rap about ass!U'd better shout yourself and bang-bang-bang -greedy bitch gonna to be dead.
It's just a battle sped,when rich greedy hamster laid without doing bad shit.
Let me fuck it one more time than y'll can fuck
(c) Wu-Tang
Closed lamps
Open shades
Open hands
Dope ran through the veins of the clan
Rhyming stuff wit aligned wit the gruff
Toughed up in school because of the music
I refused to loose it
I refused to cue it
I refused to view it
I refused to skew it
Now you wanna
View me like a living museum
Free spirit eyes of a crow
depth of a raven
Eyes shut heart open
Blade on pen stricken
Open shades
Open hands
Closed lamps
So tired
Feel wired
Wish I was retired
Tired now --- then re-tired
Everyday;
I lay,
Astray.
A stray
Puppy
Wunts me
*I mean* wants me
Very cocky
He is a cocky (spaniel)
Pees from his cocky
Clean up his sh!t a.k.a. cocky
Mind of an immigrant: "HE SO LOCKY"
"I will name you Rocky"
We can watch 'Rocky'
Our relationship =/= rocky
We rock, E
He has a baby paw
He's my baby pa
{'Sup, baby pa?}
PAUL
P.S.
We best
Geet rest
Skeet blessed
Your existence
Cuter than fishsticks
Tasty like lipstick
Furry like chitlin
***WHAT IS MISSIN' ?!?!?!!?!?/
Good to see people posting their work. Keep up the good work/practice, i trust most will start contributing more.
Peace
We been together so long
you kept me strong
sunday monday tuesday an so on
When I reach and grab you strong
its out of love
I put my lips to it
I taste every bit
my necessity for you
undeniable
Peace To New York
"Separated talents, by disregard or follied expectants soon exacerbated, was this not the peculiar sample which beckoned the very source where all had returned from, others performed just to signify that though much developed, remnants refrained to reappear only to justify purposes contained within them-self, many failed to comprehend such accentuated steps, thus simplified conclusions would not divulge even a hint for another's gain nor restrictions placed, but family always remained the same, through probabilistic events rarely measured, and how the truth manifested their plight, words put to disgust the next sentences outburst through loved ones, was this all the earths solutions whilst solved undiscribed cycles uncomplete, vast as ones own defeat, yet pursued after to discover that had not been valued as naught".
FORGIVENESS
i beg for your forgiveness
i was blind, i strayed away
my mind was flayed from inside
striving to survive another day
obsessed with the evil-- criminal-- decieving
forsaking knowledge--- the heat did tempt me
only attracted sluts with no personality
i liked the classy chicks, but they never liked me
they dident like a high angry sly guy
steppin in the streets, with a swarm of flies
thank allah i changed, forever i praise
the eternal conciousness that forever prevails
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
Me, We
-Mahommed Ali
IN THE AIR
the devils allure is flowing freely in the air
the lost need a cure, the youth crazed without a care
we are forsaking truth, in search of happiness
when happiness is followed by shade and nothingness
the struggle continues for the majority of the masses
while a minority peer through eliteist glasses
numbing creativty, defeating freedom
the scum are cynicaly re-heating the cauldron
but i find it so hard to take
so i draw my sword... but never with hate
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
I could be angry with you
But I refuse to
Half of the blame is mine
I had to choose you
But your son never had a choice
You are his father
And you've yet to even hear his voice
Or even bother
How pathetic will you feel
When he's successful
And then you try to make amends
But he rejects you
My joy is to see his face
I dearly love it
But yours looks the same
And I think little of it
The word coward comes to mind
When I describe you
In another place and time
I might despise you
But the woman I've grown to be
Pitties you only
You should be ashamed to know
Your child is lonely
Lonely for the thing in his blood
That won't connect
Who knew you were capable of
Such disrespect
May God have mercy on you
I'm all out
I'd rather never hear another
Word from your mouth
But your son sure will I bet
And when he asks me
I'll fight the urge to tell him you're dead
Or just relaxing
I'll say that you're too busy to love
And that you're working
Working on integrity, love
And soul searching
And when you come around I hope
You're not late
Before he catches on I hope
You get it straight
You can hide a little while longer
It's still night
But remember that what's done in the dark
WIll come to light
the blades from katanas
lacerate my back
once again
inflicted by the trustworthy
or so i believed
another shattered reality
another trip down the jagged road
of anger, jealousy, sadness and confusion
those 4 elements
of human nature
dig deeper in my soul
fusing within my blood
becoming one with me
death is the only escape
from this slowly rising hell
let me rest peacefully
in the fragments of what was once my spirit
for it seems the more i live on
the shattering of the fragments are constant
in this ever changing
increasingly ignorant
exponentially deceptive
place we call earth
lots of people had their chance
to change this fate of mine
as well as the world's
but as the story goes
the cries fall on deaf ears
due to fear of their own fates being compromised
when being afraid
to lend a hand
to change the fate of another
is being afraid of none other than yourself
and by the days end
the moments are at a loss
like the words were just to soft
from what would have stricken them across
until the nights' oversight
in the haze of tomorrow's light
and then we can finally turn the page
from the grasp of being wrong
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