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C H Watson Dec 2014
Yellow-haired shinobi
    Hokage of our hearts
Teach us all of bravery
    With your deadly ninja arts!

How sharper than a kunai
    And mightiest by far
Uzumaki Naruto
    Konoha's brightest star!

When you're starving for some ramen
    And your chakra needs a fill
Have a bowl with Naruto-chan
    Jiraiya's got the bill!

And when old Madara's cracking wise
    And Susano'o fills the darkened skies
Remember where your true strength lies!
    With good friends like Naruto!


    Dattebayo!
© Copyright 2014 C. H. Watson. All rights reserved.
Kagey Sage Aug 2014
Write everyday, too much
That's a commandment for a to do list
in hopes it will manifest into routine
I can store the text in the internet
It's safer that way, these days
Store it in a place that actually doesn't exist
How can it be lost?

There's too many spies making logs
and in the rare artful moment of an agent
maybe I'll get discovered

Not banking on it
I'm throwing all my eggs at random houses
and wearing the wicker basket as a helmet to protect from backlash
in hopes that, by then, my poet spirit could leap from treetop to treetop
to avoid hollow bullets
thyreez-thy Nov 2022
I fight for my village, I fight for the peace
Although in the real world, I never decease
I'm fighting like Madara, do it for the leaf
Forget Tsukiyomi, just go back to sleep
You sheep, believing the higher-ups, lie up their sleeves
Uchia have been dead yet still we lack peace

You hate me brother, yet deep in your heart
You couldn't defeat me even from the start
Your ideology, to **** and then rebirth? Where's the sense in that
You hate the leaf and you hate the fact
You needed them to build up, to be a shinobi
I see how you treat him, but can you trust Tobi

I did this for you, so hate me all you can
The reason you stand there's according to plan
I lived in the darkness so you guys could see
I always wanted this, I always believed

And if you must **** for it all to back
I hope you open up and stay on the track
Even the darkest shinobi have reasoning
Some call me a hero, yet some say it's treasonous

I think about Shino, we both were so young
My friend was a hero, his tale left unsung
Our eyes should see clearly, yet we have been blinded
Hatred and rage bind us, even we can't define it

Is it a curse to have all this strength
Yet death finds us open, leaves us with no suspense
Had it been the leaf to hunt for my head
Would it have been better, if it was them instead

I pray you may realise your curse is to think
To cut down the ninja, you don't even blink
They fear the Uchiha, our name is a swear
They treat us like dirt, yet here we still care

Maybe Naruto is the happiest of us all
To let go of hatred, to have a trust fall

You look up to me like I was your leader
You found a hollow husk and found you were eager

The eye is eternal, our lives are short-lived
We both signed the contract, what more can we give?
To see through the red, as our comrades bleed
To not even care, they fulfilled their needs

One day you'll be lost, stuck in your own beliefs
As someone takes away your life, such is a thief
If you can not see that I pray that you know
I've always wanted you to overtake me, bro
Random Itachi Cypher i made up xD
Mateuš Conrad May 2020
there was an audience... there is still an audience...
i wonder about it...
i'm such a conservative deacon in the comments
that... i leave very little traces of interaction...
i tried getting ****** into the whole affair
of leaving comments - like i might have left
grafitti tags on the pillars of bridges...
                   there was an audience... there's still an
audience... i imagine...
or i rather: translate with metaphor what i'm:
trying to imagine...
              three moths have attempted to fly into
my room to spend the night free from fear...
i caught two in my hand... put the clenched hand
to my ear... no... not the sea trapped in a seashell...
close... sound effect of... rain on a tin roof...
a moth trapped in a cage of a hand...
it hasn't rained for days... weeks even...
       the most... bountiful of springs in england...
and everyone is... supposed to handle the affair
like the 2nd coming of ribonson crusoe...
          i can: because i'm used to it...
                    peacefully anti-social...
                     it's hardly bragging but:
there's an audience... there's always an audience...
here's to me: getting regularly milked...
or... laying some eggs with the sunrise and the moon...
i am... at a stage of maturing from...
a phase where... i did... once upon a time...
care about what i wrote... for my own gratification:
but... not any more...
         i've reached a point where...
i can join the ranks of the 4 Dada Suicides...
     'the four' (who) 'took nihilism of the movement
to its ultimate conclusion, their works are
the remnants of lives lived to the limit and then cast
aside with nonchalance and disdain'...
Vaché (overdosed)... Rigaut (shot himself)...
Cravan and Torma (disappeared)...
        the latter two... probably lived a life in
approximation to what might have happened
to... Richey Edwards...
born on...                  disappeared aged 27...
death is the last clue...
    not that i'm going to imitate what's already
claimed...
but... a mile from my home...
i can... find... ample resources... hemlock...
the stems are poisonous...
      i've tried... lilac mushrooms... dog mushrooms
they call them...
i don't know whether i ate a poisonous
one or not... it wasn't...
    a muhomor... amanita fly agaric...
           but... when the circuses have died and
the bread is still there...
no new movies... no sports...
what can beat: the old tease of mortality...
the grain-of-sand per month's worth of movement
added... to the tally and
the curriculum vitae of vivo per se...
                   the theatre of death...
     if i don't think about death with a joke...
i stop being... ridiculous in life...
                   i like the thought of death when...
life doesn't preserve any... sense of...
any... alternative... "light" entertainment...
it's not like i'm planning an escape...
rich and about to clone myself...
   and teach the clone "me" to be: a "future" - and me...
i almost can see how someone must
have tried to cheat death with the available
avenue of cloning...
but... the subservience of the clone...
the clone being what?
       someone must have learned the hard way...
i just interjected the question as an: and...
which is a conjunction...
          but if you're gonna go...
hell... seal a room and yourself in it...
and buy a... metaphorical tonne of lily of the valley...
go to sleep... and never wake up...
death... even death has to become entertaining:
in thinking terms - at the very least...
the only real eventuality among...
half a dozen of impossible things to think about...
daily... and here's that apple...
   if nietzsche... sentenced the source
and future disease from the 19th century...
well... so much for overcoming nihilism...
         nihilism... after all... is not... apathy...
   and even with the death of nihilism...
                              at least nihilism still asked
for moloch-esque sacrifices of will...
     apathy? what does this slug ask for?
it asks of you to... well... wrestle with yourself...
hence that "overlooked" quote:
if a day has many pockets...
       yes... those pockets of self-realisations that
provide a glitch of proof...
a proof of... having to find dominion in
settled dust... oh to hell with grand metaphors
of staging revolutions brought down
from mountain-tops!
- and i'm literally drinking my way through...
what 19th century nihilism became:
a 21st century apathy hangover...
      i'll spare the 20th century the rites of...
a mythical new beginning... a year 0...
        100 years give or take... each side of the end
of the 20th century...
but... nihilism is no longer... the standard:
to overcome...
             as much meaning can be derived from
a peanut as from a falling star...
to be this: subjective sanitiße everything -
                       i hardly think... a dickens would
require an objective reader...
what is an objective reader?
someone who studies: rather than reads...
newspapers...
someone who probably proofs reading...
by also ensuring citations are... made abundantly
clear... archives... etc.
well... better contemplating the theatre of death
than... say...
"normies":
    ahem... the critique of china...
       point: can you imagine... if... communism...
was thought-up... when...
the french revolution began? the only revolution?
rather than the russian oopsie?
well... and communism began...
when... engels and marx... went to the north
of england... and... prior to the manifesto...
wrote of the details of child-labour...
this is not my thing but...
it gets to the point where:
you can criticize china all you want...
but there's no smart... or dumb way...
to go about... pretending to be at war...
with a population of a billion people...
that... if push comes to shove...
could be conscripted instantly...
              to point out... is to exhaust the argument:
to have an argument for:
"western" principles of democracy...
here... have some balloons... here's a keg
of helium... 'ave fun...
by now... saudi arabia is secretly planning
a jihad into the Xinjiang province...
saudi arabia: the vatican of the islamic world...
is secretly trying to... blah blah...
no... the saudi princes are strapped to their yachts...
the bangladeshi slave labour blah blah...
yeah: but whittle ol' england needs
the Neds of Lahore and their tier up from
the chimney top: crescent moon-lick... slick...
- but to be this... fired up...
                it's simply exhausting to have:
a freedom of speech for such high demands...
not need to hide behind the ideals of love...
or being misunderstood...
             in no defence... but... under the guise
of that grand word: capitalism...
the sub- thorough: made in china...
                and what now? the jaw dropping
counter to the very delicate status quo?
it's beyond nihilism... when such upheld
values allowed for artistic rebellion...
to the moon: been there, done that..
europe the old man... h'america the newly
acquired *******...
       you want politico jargon ******* squeezes...
sure thing...
     stoic india... always the stoic india...
to **** off the competition - cheap soviet steel...
the soviet union's nuna 2, on 13 september 1959 -
in between: frank sinatra's:
fly me to the moon - 1963...
and thus... r.e.m.'s yeah yeah: 20 July 1969...
it's hard to compensate / compete with
that sort of a trojan hard-on ***** of
the elgin marbles...
                              at least the germanic peoples
played and understood the ping-pong
with the slavic peoples -
the hungarians on the side...
but not this... african trash for beijing...
the mongol capital of crimea...
and golden hoarding project: typo...
   when they came riding in... smeared
in **** and week old **** and horse blood...
to make... the labyrinth of the baghdad library...
a pyramid of skulls...
squeeze me: to this tired state of lost
the head to a guillotine chatter-box...
even the events of napster unfolding...
and all that's being streamed and...
now's the time to kiss and cuddle prostitutes...
and wet mr. whittle dicky for second
chances of a lost digestive... in that pond
of brew...
                easy fools to fool: those camel back
rich in dino-blood: soul black...
like espressos of mecca... flowing rich
and dying with a soothing...
from amnesia and diabetes...
and amputated limps when... sugar ingestion
leaves them... dancing ballet on only one foot...
because: porky pie and ms. amber: ha!
all bad!
                so much for... what's waiting
the white girl pornstars...
the liberated afro-h'americans and the service...
of beijing shrimp ****...
double edged sword... the height and...
all those attaches... of a fine... fine...
procelain piece of ***...
no-man's-land... the middle ground:
of... mercedez-benson-and-hedges...
        on my way out... the apache / sioux /
dodo / aztec / mayan / dodo (again) projects...

semi-closure...
   gary glitter - rock & roll part II
     ian watkins (of lostprophets) -
                      shinobi vs dragon ninja...
sorry... that one was a paedo...
              toddle-****** for the latter...
and it's not like... i enjoyed the music
to begin with...
i can't see an ad hominem argument
for the former...
                 toddler-******: esp. if the output...
well... it's not trash...
   it's: dad mantra... it's dad claustrophobia...
my take on:
mahler contra pergolesi....
            counter: invest in 100 years to come...
of which... you will...
find a future reader: being alive...
not having re(a)d you...
1986... the reader is born...
1997... you die...
you are discovered... come...
2K and 7... 8...... perhaps 9...
  a time-reference of...
         13 years from the readers birth to your
death... it's Glasgow... a very rare...
sunny... afternoon...
psychosis of the reader...
         1997 through to... 2008...
              that's 11 years... so...
what matters most is... how well you walk
through the fire...
that one about the crow and the madmen...
and each: having his niche:
his "social distancing" clause...
writing was fun when one could
stomach the: in the background...
when people lived their: very troublesome:
important... surgical precision...
nobel prize winning type / typo lives...
writing via a sense of voyeurism was...
well... hardly the self-evident blatant it has
become...
escape into fiction (lies you tell others)...
escape into imagination (choking ties of
tier-a: as above... with tier-b: as below)...
or escape into memory (lies you tell
yourself)...
but i rather the memory...
the cinema of it...
i forget to blink when: blinking is akin
to... signatures... autographs of famous people...
bull... shyte: philately...
         lepidopterology... half closure of the semi-
closure... a brilliant metaphor...
      when the **** or the latex gimp suits
are not available...
there's always that 14 year old "idea"...
of... a tamed *******...
well... if you imagine it as... love at first sight...
you're 16 she's 14... and...
you're dating her older sister at the time...
and then... she disappears...
within the confines of her first and last
unflowering...
but the pristine first-impressions become
less metaphor and more: idealism...
it's fun... when there's a concensus of it being:
forbidden... it's what drives both the hunger...
and the feeding...
that it's never actually realised is beside
the point: made... in... lars von trier's
nymphomaniac...
          too catholic of me: born into it...
but... repressing the urges... is as much as...
delighting oneself in them...
ergo: the necessary *******...
so much for... *****-******* and oyster
slurping... when... you have been...
ahem... told to **** it up...
with the: "excess of skin"...
excess of skin / chemical imbalance
in the brain...
how about... i allow... a triatoma infestans...
to quicken my: dementia...
the myth goes... along the lines...
a horse with a grain of sand...
via its ear... will bash and ram and ram and bash
its head against a brick wall:
in an attempt to rid itself of the irritation...
conformity:
cul de sac queers and kwerks...
i lampoon on a sunday...
the rest of the days i'm free...
clued into: cwown...
which is... somehoo: velsh... in parts...

- by death i imply a riddle...
                 by death i imply:
          freed from the cinema of highly edited
pseudo-living...
not even among the stage of the theatre...
but at least...
cinema got one thing right...
   the suicide of christine chubbuck -
the urban myth goes along the lines of:
a cockroach was found... alive... 2 weeks...
after its head was guillotined...
       it's like that... bane quote:
and... the andrei chikatilo... reality...
non-verbatim:
                 'perhaps he's wondering... why
someone would shoot a man...
before throwing him out of a plane'...
rephrasing:
   'perhaps he's wondering...
why someone would shoot a man...
after throwing him into a prison cell'...
unless... he wasn't... expecting...
to wait for him... to die... of a urban myth...
2 weeks if not more...
brain-dead: heart still pumpking...
horrors from Kiev... Chernobyll the *******
icing cream topping the gwand:
godzilla: pie in the sky...

     i cared... once... once... that was:
upon a time...
these times don't really require much focus...
the space itself poses enough
liberty... no need to look as far back
as there's to look forward...
     the 20th century killer: zenith...
****** and ferriswheel of events...
                waking up to the new mandarin
plateau... it's like...
waking up from... the refreshing cain
mythos relatability...
always from h'america...
otherwise... bullet to the head...
king soldier: human rights...
   yeah... nice... the shame of homeless people:
there's an alexander the great...
a a diogenes of synope: with a hippocratic
oath... loitering around the corner?
hell! go wit' the flou...
                 jump-start a prison adventure...
less... high morality ****-pants
asking questions on the way...
people of high morality
and high: low social status importance...
**** someone...
better than becoming philosophically
homeless... blah blah...
                         i'm so little i actually
define myself as:
at liberty to preserve the lives of moths...
yes... well that's nice...
for anyone asking to: ride the easy... roulette.
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2016
well hey, they decided you had to be puritan shunning your eyes at the word ****... but said you were to be crucified twice-over to see ******* and **** and other morbid clown balloon images that deviated from censoring ****-all / nothing and ensuring you were comfortable with dyslexia of pulverising images that could only be reduced to a close-resemblance of words (onomatopoeias) - ol' McDonald 'ad a farm...**

god save the queen,
god save our...
come on! come on! come on! come on!
do you wanna be in
             my gang my gang my gang?!
do you wanna be in
             my gang my gang my gang (my *******)?!
(garry gloater, uhu uh hum aha um - elvis proved
the english stiff upper lip could be cured - sore
the lippy wrinkle of disapproval insinuated, soar
like an angler's catch of the fisherman's hook!
but the stiff pelvis couldn't - exporting
a redcoat to america is like importing a ku klux hood
to england, ha ha.)
leisurely in Majorca binge drinking
in Bristol is a N.H.S. concern,
Madonna faked the *****,
the ***** faked the Madonna
because of the seasonal olive skinned trysts...
drunks' trolley banks and cabbage heads
of mashing up hairstyles at a metal rock gig...
it was once 80s Nevada deep freeze,
now it's airy new york Warhol cool...
shinobi said: dragon's ***** gave birth to
fast blinking ninjas...
all the world's a stage... but no man
should turn into the world just because
he was given a stage... tabloid literature
faked shakespeare plagiarism of death too frequently....
Anthem Britannia - sail the seas of ****** milkiness
gluten free passive vitamin C, D & A recipients
in the multi-pill... of all the former empires
i got the ****-hole... learn the basics...
the perverts are out there, ready to scream the words:
***** REEL! and get their nuts jotted down
in a blender of teenage emotion...
we're talking the new age futurism off futurism,
since the date prescribed by Fukuyama,
beginning / ending when people stopped the 100
cyclone and entered the lasting 2nd half of the 20th century
as a bleach for the 1st part of the 20th century,
meaning they had to grapple with writing history
and stop looking at art as "post-modern",
well basically modern post-mortem
of the millions dead... the art they make these
days is just gagging for a shooting-spree.
Kendra B Aug 2015
I am from Fisher Price cars with foot powered engines.
Dolls with no hair,
Barbies with no houses.

I am from give it back!
Give it here!
Alex, no!
Ni Ni, stop!

I am from frost bitten rain and winter coats.

I am from snow for Days.
and Weeks.
and Months.

I am from North, East, South, and West.
The Shinobi.
The Lone Ranger.
With Life dragging me in each direction,
“Stay” is not in my vocabulary.

I am from the Cool of The Bay
And the Heat of The Valley.

I am from Loud Mouths
And Long Hair.
Sarcasm and Activism.
No one speaks for me.

I am from a Cousin of Every Color,
A Sister of Every Origin,
A Brother of Every Nation.

I am from the empty darkness of my room.
I can do nothing but bask in its humidity.

I am from nothing but the Hum of Music.

The Tune of Music.

The Sound of Music.

I am from things unsaid.
I am those unsaid things.

I am from the beat of the drum,
And a dance that will always conversate with me.

I am from the Theater.
From the Backdrop to the Stage.
I am the dusted over glitter on the floor.
I am the glisten of the lights above me.

The Singer.
The Actor.
The Writer.

I am the truest version of myself.

And nothing will stop me.











© 2015 Kendra Bowman
wrote this for class
sonz of fullfilled prophecy
Suckas denyin and defyin me
still rise like a G
born a troop
quick to scoop
any out the scene one man team cream
so none cant harm me
tried to bomb me
but forgot this was M.O.B
revengin' like shinobi
a soldier
stayin' heavily strapped
**** cocked back
like when im putin' **** in a ***** back got paperstacks for days
so how the **** did i slack?
still black as ever too too clever endeavor
bang on em with my flow
leave all my enemies exposed
with bullets holes through
there ****** clothes
God bless the dead i aint scared
to die with two pistols
pointed at my eye
picture me in a cemetery
but no photos of me
unmarked cuz im livin carefree
throw up that southside it aint no gang
we mas made from dynasties of lost kangs
catch ya sleepin' but mini-14 stay creepin'
straight notorious outlaw
destined for crime
split ya from jaw to jaw raw from my maw
and feel this
i got shot with 5 glocks?
N they still couldnt rock
me six feet deep got me boxin in my sleep
feelin' like Rocky cocky built strong so ya kno im.stocky
tried to block me but still came out on top
hustled a knot now jealous *** jews want what i got
my plot too strong so we'll last long
transform
all my pen brothers home
in a mansiom of my own
takin back the panthas throne
bustin' at the commission
with ten million in ammunition
**** em and watch the fall off the reign
straight out the frame
no fortune or fame
burnt like a flame
when we mob ya **** become departed
takin it back to Israel
my home where it all started!!

us the first to bust who do we trust
Jeremy Jul 2016
You use to breathe life into like my name was Adam
You would open up my chest and rearrange my atoms
Have them in total symmetry like a planetary alinement
Your image would dance around my thoughts in total confinement
But now I have no choice but to find serenity not in your voice
But in the defiant silence
Because I see it all happening
I see it perpetually evolving
Your craft for generating problems
And your lack of problem solving
And that is why I haven't slept since birth
There is nothing worst then closed eyes
Except believing not seeing is a blessing instead of a curse
What about you?
Are your eyes color true?
Can you differentiate from what they say
Between what they actually do?
You say I need to spot looking
But I stay cooking new methods to stay to myself
As you protect your wealth but neglect yourself
I remain stealth
A shinobi of the darkest nights
A no face assassin
A killer of all light
Clipped wings keep me grounded
But my voice takes flight
Submerge into the shadows
To emerge to greater heights
Expose it all
**** it I just might
But I won't  
Not because of fear
But because you need to encounter it on your own
Let it defy you
It will try you
But its up to you to take control
Check the mics to beats I wrecks inspect ya decks crew digits
Dail nothing but wins comprehend against the evils of men sins
Worn on my flesh I can attest manifest the magnificent  
Chariots blazing fire reaching for desire higher than a sire
Consumed the dryer as I heat up the fryer without the pan wu tang
Back at cha once again linked with black news cannon fannin'
All fakers make graves for undertakers shake ya
With the divine degrees pedigrees got em on bended knees
Catch the sneeze of a bullets bless you yo I'm special greet you
With a soulful touch make ya double dutch to the beats shifting clutch
Not much you can do once we break out the loot giving the boots
When we walk stomp around the yards skyscrapers bombard
Towers leaning I'm intervening on ya noggin beaming dreaming
Of ways to make a pay sways
The average shinobi ya owe me
Dont play me get smoked like a Dutchie ruthless Richie
Holding the keys Harlem Knight freak hoes into the twilight  
Darkness roaming nights plight sitting on the media snipe
Buckle ya head once the snaps is read midevil bloodshed
Twist cabbage dont invoke the savage living life have less
To embrace more cannabis see yall waving ya hand to this
Rakim Eric B stylist watch me pile this face my arch nemesis
Fools kicking this tryna re up I keep the stash of coke in the cup
Soaked up my dreams in kerosene burn slow of hate in between
It seems madness loves to company gladness I stand by the grist
******* weak rhymers small timers ain't nothing more liver
Scolding lava once I mold the opposition premonitions
I held up without being held up syrup laced so I can deeply abrupt
The sounds of the corrupt snaking products swift wit da clean cuts
Broke from the universal chain, see how many that could hang,
Check the vocals that bang, chips beginning to stang, boomerang,
See me back at it again, flows coping deep into ya mental,
Scripts like a serial, killer filler, moves like thriller, no filter,
This the styles, of the oldie swords with, more tactics than Shinobi,
Haters below me, while a smoke a benzie, tire moving rapidly,
On the highway, thinking of ways, to make a pay, stop at the tre,
My home near the Astrodome, welcome to texas, home,
Of the blades and chrome's, entered another zone, know I'm prone,
Ripping mics, like Jordan eat hot wings, with a touch of Borden,
Ain't none, out soaring scoring, more points, over publishing,
Siblings, know better who's the go getter, funky with mozzarella,
Dance with Cinderellas, before the midnight strikes, likes,
By the radio, saying there he go, flipping rhymes *******,
For sure, pure and raw, as honey, glaring from, the sunny,
Far from funny, mafia **** coldest hits, when the barrel spits,
Splits,ya anatomy who these cats, that' tried to battle me, cry me,
A river, of blood, **** these fake *** young thugs, stuck on drugs,
Give em a blessing, from passed down lessons, you stressing,
Auto tuning, too much, time for me, to perform in the 4 quarter clutch,
Like Horry, at the top, of the center or the inner, corner spinner,
Fools cant hang, hit minds like scorpion pains, drains,
Ya positivity, feel the adrenaline, of the live negativity, reality,
Sinks deeper than an ocean, still coating, rhymes for ya mind,
I'll still grind, reading the rainbows, taught me how to define,
Real against the fake, watch the snakes, of the wicked jakes,
See the outtakes, of the stakes, more souls, on an outbreak,
Watch the virus, moves like a eel cop haters, who dont feel,
Set it off, like Latifah but ain't no dying, in this scene fiends,
Knocking at the door cuz they want more, as I polish the earth's core,
Knocking at the door cuz they want more, as I polish the earth's core,
Born into madness, how can I find gladness, amongst the evil list,
Certified lunatics, spinning the globe, shots of chaos in ya earlobe,
Rising the thresold, where the soul is scold, from day one was told,
You can be, anything you wanna be, but they hold up the secrecy,
In society, skulls and bones, linked with the boule families,
Bourgeoisie, they feast on the good plenty, soldiers made for the Guinea,
Pigs I see the digs, dug out the roots, of the poisonous tree, let free,
Of the fruits, rottenning thee, whole humanity, as a society,
Quietly I stood on the mountain to see, what Moses and Noah, had to see,
My legacy probably, well never be, remembered, shed prophecy,
Watch the wave of the bees, if they disappear down goes, nature's beauty,
Yo it's my duty, to the save the world, from its own pain weighing in curls,
Separate the boys, from girls, no drags queens, or chemical doping,
Im still hoping, that folks dont play along, the hearts that scoping,
Pain bearer, made in the fear of terror, I take close notes to the era,
Cant compare, the last centuries, strike with atrocity, devil the new majesty,





Haiti president got shot, because he went against the plot,
See how the media stocks, glasshouse thoughts makes for rocks,
Easily, to crash your political slot, I play the corners like Ronnie Lott,
Midway welcome to midevil payday, where haters get all the say,
Frame society, like they did Roger, Cosby set up the man slaughter,
Defame ya character, and your name, well that's the cost of fame,
Just get your soul engrained, to the bricks of shame, black satan frame,
And people still walk over your name, folks ain't thinking the same,
Exchange paychecks, for more paychecks, freedom losing its gains,
I pack more venom, than Bane or a fiend hooking for a vein,
Thin walls, hear things spirit sibling, still holding gossip, dripping,
Pass the lane, like Cousy choosey, but please dont loose me,
Light doobies, sprinkle chaos to those haters, that tried to ***** me,
Forces more linked than Kinobe, never challenge the Shinobi,
Vengeance strikes, wrath of a snake bite, let the poison sit, as you spit,
Out blood soaking in your inside, similar to bee guarding its raw hive,
Classy J Mar 2023
Fall in line like an admiral, ten hut.
Let’s get to it, follow like an animal, nine mutt.
Shut up and take it, don’t break, unless you ain’t cut.
But it’ll be a mistake to give up, even if you gotta fight in the seventh front.
Like an allied shinobi, gotta use your inner sixth sense and enjoy the hunt.
Roger, five by five, time to take em out for lunch.
Find the high ground like kenobi, don’t try for stunts.
Four sheets to the wind, consuming Captain Crunch.
***** comes in three’s, wonder what demon imma bout to confront.
But I’ll stay second to none, not about to back down to no dunce.
Sometimes fighting is a must.
Gotta be defending those you love and trust.

Only got one shot,
Watch closely or get dropped,
Sneak in and out like solid snake,
Metal gear knowledge best not forsake.

Only got one life,
Hatched lonely, life’s a rooster,
Gotta prepare to get cocked.
Or take out the shooter.
**** or be killed.
Do what you gotta do.

Hurry up maggot,
In a slurry, mopping my failures.
Drop and give me twenty squats.
Bury my emotions, bottling up the pressures.
Plenty of traumas keep me frozen in knots.
Numbing it with oxytocin, pain becoming pleasure.
Withdraw the clip on the terrorists.
In withdrawal discarding things I treasured.
Recovery is futile, for I am where the terror is.
Coming to a home unknown, love should’ve cherished it.
Not empathetic to the rot, I’m infested with.
Became a solid snake, and I got to live with it.

Only got one shot,
Watch closely or get dropped,
Sneak in and out like solid snake,
Metal gear knowledge best not forsake.

Only got one life,
Hatched lonely, life’s a rooster,
Gotta prepare to get cocked.
Or take out the shooter.
**** or be killed.
Do what you gotta do.
Its sheisty, dusty with the screwdriver blood rusty, trust me,
I sit high and mighty,  deposit the agony, for the face of my enemies,
Gun cronies, legacy standing like Shinobi,  sword vengeance, watch em bury,
Burn beats harder, than thai curry, cemetery where all my haters worry,
Golden tut molded mask, break any task, how long will my reign last,
Lay out the groom jazz, hold it down like baby bash, sugar how ya get so fly,
Look at these girls like why,
She looking so good, fit and thick for my morning wood, and who could?
Flex more gold, than tony, pretty skin mahogany, leather coat comfy,
Baggy jeans, in a gangsta lean, stay so fresh and clean, cool but mean,
On these streets I walk, watch my talk, cuz I see the sights of a chicken hawk,
Mark my words, holy like the biblical textures, lay pleasures,
Mindless treasures, tryna sit beyond the skies measures, my mental,
Breaking through any instrumental, and I got clips to fill you,
Thrill you, like my lyrical voodoo, so coco dollar dejavu, see the visual??


Stepped back, kiss my self james brown mack is back, to attack,
So gangsta with no slack, learn the biz and how to make racks,
I stackz, like flapjacks sit your *** in the back, rides of the cadillac,
Somebody always dies, over a shady deal, swivel the pigs, that squeal,
Cant hold a deal, in it for they own meal, I try to keep it real, and still,
Folks wanna test ya will, I been cursed since i took, the earth deal,
Everyday movie reels, lights flashing camera action, partake in fractions,
Separate, the real from fake, miss the early birds at the wake, intake,
Wisdom held on it, since I found my kingdom, aim my cannons,
Last man standing, ain't none out landing, more sticks than me,
Word to dynamite, graze ya eye sight, its **** tite, get cha mind right,
Play boy, long range shots like Roy, I blaze trails, faster than Gail,
Ahh hell, see yosef prevail, over the rich and frail, cast stones at hell,
Will I ever make bail, out of this human shell, only time will tell,
Yo I remember them days of my pre'greys learn gangsta ways
From wise men says talk slick to avoid the haze gun blaze
Still amazed by all the funerals that leaves us in a daze  
Infinite pays through the evil Ks 47 destined to preach ya to heaven
Dont be mad at me be mad at society vengeance Shinobi
Liquid swords across ya neck see ya souls ahead mis the feds
Long bread pumpernickel words like deaths sickle Don Rickle
Of the rap game got no shame politicians still got us wishing
Blitzing amongst these reindeer games souls left untamed
Got the flame put em out of their misery mayne switch lanes
Once I learn to cruise the highways of death watch my breath
And where I'm stepping Houston texas where I caught blessing
Families is struggling everyday hustling drug smuggling
But still found happiness though through all of these cycles
Madness spliff this high til I'm pinned like the star in the skies
My eyes even seen spirits die magnify my words right?
Blasted on sight miss the plight but somehow I found peace iight!!



Hard hits like Booshay not another black cliche see the delays
Route detour ahead yeah I'm sitting in the land of thorough heads
**** what others said Indian sharp telekenisis check the thesis
Helgain dialect enemies dial they final destiny it was ebony
Sight they couldn't see the blast coming from left to right
We sweeped army tactic fleet a veteran not a Letterman
I lived that life drive bys to walk bys my favorite villains always die
So who's the real hero is it the criminal protecting the financial
Investment hierarchy testiment of high wills playing instruments
Off tune say they Gods goon but really just satan out the wombs
They know what it is even poisoned the mind of the kids digs
It's raining even when the sunshine kundalini lightening ya spine
Titanium hard evidence still living in the past residence
Pining off the radiance sun glow there he go off the flow
Hitting ya melanin like wind breezing through the earth designs
Writing patterns but we cant catch the signs amongst end times
I'm dropping that most wont even get even if I gave em a hint
Show cast the plat is yours Scarface snow white chore pores
Opened up the fate gate with no doors jesus giving me tours
Take a sip with the co-host,
Yo be yosef, chef and the ghost,
Smoking the most,
Dusty albums, no plays on the shelves, up the bass to twelve,
Decibels, feel the disciples,
Play with automatic rifles,
To haters, talking spiteful,
You so pitiful, suckas can't come off lyrical,
The conflicts crucials, can't dodge, the swords, blades of glory,
Eradicate ya ******, place this on the top ten,
See me next to Big Ben, one hundred, the clocks is running,
Times almost up, check the smooth cut, say what?,
Bogard the studio, when I hear the instrumental, poetic aesthetics,
Words prophetic, haters don't get it,the flows forbidden,
Kicked out the garden of Eden, when I started believing,
Cleaving, onto wisdom then some,
Shot out of the web,
One love to mom Deb, see me step, like Fetchin,
From the bullets, snapping from every direction, hits like a *******,
*****,
Can't push me, guard it down like Kobe, lyrical Shinobi,
Told yall, I control thee,
Mics skills, iced grills, feel these cold chills, laid on the hills,
Golden wine, ****** when I get too much Christ,-
Al we all have a ball, summer time to fall, laid up in the winter,
Voyage with me, to the center,
Of the crown chakra, hats that drop ya, word to Legba,
Latinas call me papi Pappa,
The true don dada, **** hoes who wear Prada, haters get a nada,
Don't try to step, to the godfather,
Bounded by the crystals, in my intellectual, **** a bisexual,
Chicks, don't play with *****,
Only myself, if I'm feeling it,
Hold up, cut the verse out, we bout to break out, like a peel out,
Y'all love to chase clout, I chase the money routes,
Stocks like Vanguard to Black rock,
So ya know I stay hard,
Two pits and a saint Bernard to guard, my colossal,
Mansion check the expansion,
I'll leave heads ringing,
Charles Manson, check the new rap anthem, connect like tandems,
My guns don't jam son,
Word up, this hits deep up in ya guts, stomach achin',
Awaken, from the supreme god taken,
All souls, down into the valley scrolls, know ya role,
Lounging on top of the seven cities,
Golden hill, let the words spill,
Vibrate ya melons, til ya feel,
The words that thrill,
The average nay sayer, not a player or a hater, I stay classic as Sega,
The sage continues, Wu making venues, cosmical values,
Got props from the, Parliament crew,
Dap up my homies, on the avenue,
Down the red, white and blue,
Solja rags, hot tags, got ******* to bag, **** with us,
You'll be in bags, trash took out, see us look out,
For each other, sister to brother no other, lay this beat as gutter,
Try to test the mic, only to end up in a permanent stutter,
Who's the grimiest diamond state pacifist lyricist coldest dish
Swordfish plus the dials is crisp girls catching a lisp I pimps
I'm a dog to a flea Iceberg tree revenge past Shinobi Houston dynasty tunes ******
Flashback to the 90s high fades wicked jewelery jeans baggy
Guess your styles better than mine but my nine feeling genuine
So anxious for crime dropping signs extort my own mankind
Out of line like behavior ****** savior junior mafia Craver
Goodfellas rocking donabellas money flowing like a teller
Hella mozzarella cheese that's cheddar skin ya with berrettas
No longer need ya sweaters heaters draws blood makes it wetter
Call me Doug far from funny crook a dial Dundee lyrical Bundy
Even more sick when it's sunny glazed honey bunnies runny
From they love below blown past they minstrel cycle I'm Michael
Dangerous do you remember the time when I had the light lime
Green makes more savage than wu tangs cream Dolla of a dream
Peaceful demons circling erupting my flow pedigrees that stings
Ali punch combo Lazer eye jumbo pyramid eyes going in circles
Friends **** near to an extinction everyday is an execution
Crucifixion for those dissing but no crosses in this fusion cruisin'
Like Smokey flex it like Big Pokey the hardest in kitty in the Pitt
Lion instincts suckas scared to blink cuz deaths is ultimate link
Check it





Beast uncaging blacks thoughts Cajun half man half cravin'
Like Wes the best from the south so **** the rest who's the best?
I made the moon crest once hit the moonshine all out my mind
Space aging raging inside out got spiritual clout no doubts
Snub nose rout for those living in doubt I'll make ya body pout
Soon to be stout mad gaining weight don't break the fate
Flows packed like train freight my flows create a figure eight
My skills penetrate each and every mind state so don't hesitate
To punch ya numbers of a lotto bravado toolie looking Alto
From this black Saprano mafiaso rearranging ya vocals loco
Once I feed a beat begins to radiate with heat plus the taps of the feet
Vibrating rituals it's habitual shine to a jewel universe central
Nucleus see they be jamming us got girls on my bang bus
Rhymes so swift and complex ya swear it's calculus plus
They try to calculate us but I'm just smooth with my criminal lust
Keep it on the hush ****** is the ultimate crush suckas catching flush royalty over loyalty
See the haters peepin' me like a hyped Eminem cypher scenery
Ya got 8 more miles to go my flows punch harder than Foreman
Grill not even a heat shield could stop this aftermath bomb feel!!?
Heavens close baby let get me a dose/
Of ya sweet
Rose impose/
Girl you looking good from ya hair to ya toes /
Watch how my love grows sweet as Impulse/
Catching a  pulse breaks my heart soon to stake
Intake/
the pain along with the battles
of sin/
Gins sipper deep hidden wounds love to grin /
Baby girls im just tryna be ya one and only/
So many playing clones in the circle of cronies/
None can't hold me mack game like Stoney shinobi /
Revenge of the sweet lusting prepare for loves ducking///


Follow the tunes of a beat goon/
wrapped like a càcoon/
Love 36 rainbows charka glow just so ya know my flows/
Pumps harder than Reebok wiser than Spock hip hop/
Til the tape pops I'm all about connecting the dots/
Miss the thots stay with a triple knot sick digits/
Dailing buck 30 5'7 sent as a gift from heaven /
Love sword letterman slicing words once again /
As we make amends we pass friends spin/
A Benz never capped out on my ends cringe /
From my haters slim all the heavy weighters/
Undisputed champ knockouts causing mental cramps//
Yo, Lets go!!?

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