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Bloodline of King Yashayah Sep 2018

My flows Isaac Hayes hot butter emcees stutter
Once I rise from the gutter no other
Layin' raps guillotine know what I mean
Make a chick lean once shes see me on the tv screens
After my greens but I play mean switch up the scene
Ya styles anorexic so ya necks better get protected
Another sucka selected mics I wreck it
Head on I'm dead wrong cheat more than Armstrong
Cycling rhymes easily I be the coldest
Past the tundra sound the thunder with no lightening
Only striking I make the earth move
But it ain't no quakes take over I dominate in all states
But you ain't in good hands running" with the clan
Once I stand ya turn up a paraplegic
lieutenant Dan desert sand storm soon to swarm
Invoke harm sound the alarms bombing farms
Let ya blood meditate in my
palms
Silence **** end your wills made many sigils
Begins a new sequel since snitches squeal
They gotta get dealed with blows deadly
Than a uppercut from Dempsey swing rapidly
attack the mic like a ragin' chimpanzee
emcee of the century
Don't many wanna see the styles of real street gory laying killer
ephipany

Lyrical iceberg **** the seas flows honey
Attracting bees melodies so smoothly call me
Johnny G sayin my my my as the bullets fly by
Another dead guy soul searching the sky
I got ties from the Buddha that rises the highest
A wise guy
Know a lie when I see a lie so why try
Shootin' fairy tales only to mind
jail
Ya thoughts I'm dead caught
Without a chase slash ya face
With my Lyrical sickle got ya brickled
Penny to nickle count ya steps watch the reps
I got prepped so many slept as I crept
On the mic turn the industry swayze amazingly
My styles wicked complex as myxlplix
Mentals twisted lyrically gifted none could lift
My rhymes couldn't weigh on whales scales
Sail like Gail Devers please believe tha
Brother in black is back to set the track
Bumpin' out new jacks with they wack acts
No ******* I move minds like clergies in pulpit
Vatican Assassin clench my fist catch a whiff
Of a Bruce Lee's lift way of the dragon I'm stabbin'
Deep into intellects once the rhymes injects
Spreads like infects contaminated none could reject

pauldeeeeee Jul 2011

i am free

pauldeeeeee Jul 2011

i am free

i am free like the stars and the heavens that make me be..
i am free like the blackness of night that make me see.. i am free..
i am free like the words that swim to become poems..
i am free like those people who learn to love and live in homes.. i am free..
i am free to feel and to think like those mentals who enjoi seeing shrinks..
i am free to be in pain with nothing much to gain.. i am free..
i am free to live and love again..
like the burdens that i carry knows no end.. i am free just to be.. just to be.. i am free..
i am free like when winds touch the seas to create waves..
i am free to live inside crumbling walls and live inside caves.. i am free..
i am free to write and to spit on pens and papers..
used to create isolates spaces and lie on craters.. i am free..
i am free just to be who i am.. and who i am is not as free as i want to be..

pauldeeeeee
5march2011

SelinaSharday Sep 2023

Wednesday Loved Me

SelinaSharday Sep 2023

Wednesday Loved Me

After many working days of giving of myself in love patience and endurance There are joys in the mist  and I'm Thankful
The days past have had their struggles and blessings.. I have been facing the challenges ..
The mentals cares and the growing pains that comes with time experience and rough edges..
I know Sleep has  been  a thing I have chased, and tried my hardest to pin down.. by accidental falls..
Sleep where are you my heart calls.
But yet my days catch her sometimes..lolzz I mean really..
I crave for certain events on days.. its absence quite chilly.
Yet there are many delays..
But this Wednesday I needed Wednesday the rains fell and poured me replenishment to my thirst, and dear love Wednesday loved me.. dearly  gave me the rest I needed.
Wednesday fell upon me, and gave love, like cloud nine times eleven sent.
I tried to hold on to Wednesday and pouted as it had to carry on...
Now its Thursday and as I labor my eyes cry for rest to sleep as I'm pushing and working strong.
This day has been long..
  My off days are Thursday and Friday..
Sunday and Monday may bring, rest and love, flowers, and kisses and sweet misses
of sweet napping's I'll say..
ahh don't delay..
@ selinasharday_rose H.E.R #POETRY 2023 S.A.M Published.

Its about love

#wednesday #thursday #sunday #monday #love #day

Damaré M Jun 2013

I Got The Blues

Damaré M Jun 2013

I Got The Blues

I got the blues like James cotton and the crew

The blues in my hands
Like the crew and James c.o.t.t.o.n

Not like k.r.a.f.t
More like zatarains r.i.c.e
...A lonely mans meal
The blues
For crying out loud my ol lady left me
Every 5 minutes for 9 minutes
I cry without tears coming down my eyes
So no need for a bucket
My cheeks are dry
I cry through my trumpet
My cheeks are cramping
I cry so often and so long
The way in which my feet tap you can't tell that it's a sad song

I thought I would've Lost harmony when Monica left
But my harmonica explains the exchange of breaths going through my chest

Yet, blues explains my mood
On stage with my dudes
Audience in-tune with my news

The blues
I got the blues
Can you relate?
Did she escape?

No wonder why you're rapping and sagging
Bluffing and bragging
And your not huffing; puffing , and nagging
To get a case of the blues the love between the two once upon a time had to be true

I got the blues
And it's hard and complicated
I am strung like the guitar
...Observation!
There's no contemplation
Nor hesitation
I abandon my mentals
And create instrumentals
I got the blues
And to prove I have the bruise
Heartache and headaches
Allow me to groove
The blues, skies, teals, turquoises
No lies, tears nor voices

Real blues like fats, Percy , Ruth, king, archibald "stack-a-lee", hank Williams "nobody's lonesome for me"

The blues
My aching trombones
Drug free, but my bass is laced
I let my fingers rake
The blues
She don't know what she had
Hope that I can put down my flask
when I move on to jazz

Bloodline of King Yashayah Feb 2019

Aggin'

Bloodline of King Yashayah Feb 2019

Aggin'

Still puffin' cigars in my sixty six jaguar
Made a hood star from climbing a far
**** the drug games I made my name
Through lyrics of pain easing ya migraine
Words pure as Columbian *******
That's means you'll go insane
Tryna hang with the dark Knight Bruce Wayne
Which means ya mentallydrained going
derange
My smiff n wesson lays a nice range
From the Midwest to the south of Central Texas
Get love from my barrio we stay thorough
Haters get marked like zorro so follow
The leader beat pleaser turn ebenenzer
Once I spit vocals take over ya locals
Can't Max me out my own **** hardest to hit
Ya swear it's back in the year of nine six
Slammin' all of the these industry clowns like Jordans did the Knicks
A Timely essence
Even if I'm chillin' with the dead residence
you'll still feel my presence no hesitance
To foes stained ya calicos wake ya up with a cup of
Flow
and I stay smokin' girls ******* holes setting fires to their mentals

My flows set on auto pilot causing riots
Baltimore rage untamed had to put my rhymes in a cage
Seen the guage
Cocked back ain't no taking away from that
Deaths in progress only blessing you seen
Is stress so take another hit of cannabis
Before you enter the eternal abyss hang ya body over the
cliff
Like Big Red record every word I said
And still can't get a word to the feds I'm the black
Hoover
got flats from Houston to Vancouver
Let me show ya who's the real bruiser
Spittin' rhymes that lay more bodies than Fallujah
Cruise right through
tha
My rhymes is tank shootin' missles with no
thanks
I'm only here to live out
My fathers prank
Though the devil keep me above all levels
Tryna stay from the goods I was made rebel
Fools thought they was Cain til they found out I was
abel
Killin' em with microphone cordless cables and
turntables
Read between my eyers n you'll see visions of many
halos

JAM Mar 2016

The Letter-Ing: there are answers but can a whoa-man be logical

JAM Mar 2016

The Letter-Ing: there are answers but can a whoa-man be logical

RECORD: I LIV)E}D] ON THE MOON
FROGMAN: KWOON
RECORD: UNGODLY Froot
frogman: wax tailor

YOU'all are just like other people
We love to sting
sHe loves to trance
he admires b-e-a-utiful twoomen
Us're whoman
And most-times, twoo whomans

:Now I know my ABC'S
watch me confuse'em like the bourgeoisie:
-"but he pronounced it like Bilgemonkzees"-

( . . 3 . Oh dear, I hope you don't forget to feed me . .
  2 . "I am still learning,"
and I've Dear'd to Remember to Forget my Confusions . .

REFORM: WRITE FOR SELFSE

{B-E-A-Grateful no-s1: "Read DeadHeads to BEGIN,
                                     or Blue Tails to END"

-flips coin- }

}

1 . .

CONTINUE: DON'T FORGET
RECORD: curiosity's and imagination's
FROGMAN: selfse
program: INTROFLECTION,

I think "We've thunk it once before,
but it Bears repeating,
now"
LISTEN to us, all of you.

Que'Sera!

-caches Bit-

HA!    VV    !AH
        S A Y
      HAHAH

-Opens Mind-

"MY FROG... we're full of chars-"
- [May{jor(+/-)To}m] = E.ven-One
-- 1999-2001, a Race Ode-vent-you-See

[END OF LINE]

for those who may be hamyoung-us for the first time

{END OF MY RHiYMnE}

And Whu-may-n't be pondering what isn't going to clappin now.

(BEGIN TO /S/hEwE TiME)

It is of Coarse : Smoothing for the Mind, Body, and The Selfse of us all.

So,

SPEAK/ . 0\UP

|Whyever needs Bee? Wills Bee.|

Oh, you're di-vidend?

Oi've got these Two Mackszillery Tired Molaz, Whight.
whand day I was cwussin'a peace'a fwaery'dandy
and tay cwacked, whont down ta cagey'mentals.
now ta twooe woots is eckzpozed.
and i sding'em evewy dway

. . .-inserts troothpic-

jrus'tho da gwhothet OH's it's thrill'a jlive one up'teir
-- prole

/and the ghost speaks:

  ?_
/\
  /

The Letter-Ing: there are answers but can a whoa-man be logical
forty-yesican last end or new beginning
in a series of poems made of quotes
one part to a never-ending joke
its sum has yet to be totaled
may be more than its parts
subject to change

#tagyourit #notag #itsatag #thistag #thattag #redtag #bluetag #whytag #flanneltag #lookatmeimmrmagtags

Arcassin B Jul 2015

"Jaw"

Arcassin B Jul 2015

"Jaw"

By Arcassin Burnham

Squint your teeth and hold on,
Hold on,
High tides got the best of me and my
outer states Of consciousness,
Looking forward to a bigger view than
This,
Out of my element,

I broke my jaw,
Trying to get to you,
Tonight,
I don't know much but
I could vouch for you,
Tonight,

Pulling at my existence bringing me
Closer to what I fear the most,
Chain reaction in a frame painted with
Lust and fuses,
Can't express to those,
Loss of potential,
Explaining mentals,
Mapping out the recent choice you chose,
Calling it making a very profitable decision,
Quote on quote,

I broke my jaw,
Trying to get to you,
Tonight,
I don't know much but
I could vouch for you,
Tonight.

I'm back guys lol :)

#love #poetry #romance #hopeless #hi

seamlesslyrics Jan 2015

Poetic liaisons...

seamlesslyrics Jan 2015

Poetic liaisons...

we
have
sensuously fondled
the soul of each other's mentals
with
creative wordplay
prosed verbs and nouns
and emphasized the importance
of the vowels
U and I

we
have
bathed in the
ocean of our imaginations
almost to the extreme of obsession
and composed thoughts of
double digits
like
60nine along with
other numbers and letters
and rhymes with reasons that
b l e w our minds
m a n y
times

we
have
metaphorically
foreplayed to set our bodies aFLAME
and playfully insinuated which vowel was to blame
U or I?

count l e s s times
we
have
f
    a
l
   l
e
   n
into
the depths of
our verses and have been
s w e p t away by
the intensity of our poetic liaisons
e v e r y
s i n g l e
t i m e

©2002cj

merging of poets

Big Virge Aug 2021

“Of Course I’ve Got One Too !“ ... A Poem written By Big Virge 26/9/2020

Big Virge Aug 2021

“Of Course I’ve Got One Too !“ ... A Poem written By Big Virge 26/9/2020

Now It's Clear That Some Heads...
Need To See That I GET IT... !!!

That...
ARROGANCE And EGO...
..... Can DISCREDIT.....

Your Claims To Be IMPRESSIVE...
In Art That You're... Representing...

Now It Could Just Be...
JEALOUSY Or ENVY... ?!?

of The... Level of BELIEF... !!!
That Might APPEAR To EXCEED...
..... HUMILITY In Me.....

But It’s Simply THAT...
And That’s... A FACT... !!!

Or Maybe It’s THIS...
The Current SOFTENING...
of How People Live...
Well In FACT EXIST... !!!

Due To VIRUSES...
And... Contrivances...

That Have Now...
QUELLED REBELS...
On... Various Levels... !!!

People Are DISHEVELLED...
And Just Like Killah Priest...
Have HEAVY MENTALS... !!!

But NOT LIKE Him...
Or Guys Like... ME... !!!

Who Is An... ARTIST...
Who Has MORE Lyrics...
Than MOST Lyricists...
Who Are In The Business...
of Making... HITS... !!!

So TRUST When I Say...
That... I DO GET IT... !!!

BUT My Wordplays’ NOT GENERIC...
Or Written For... COMPETITIONS... !!!

What I Write Is SERIOUS STUFF... !!!
I Know That Some Are Just Poking FUN... !!!

But Some Clearly BELIEVE...
That BIG VIRGE Doesn’t See...
That He Needs HUMILITY... ?!?

And Yes I’m Now Talking...
In The... THIRD PERSON...
Because... BIG VIRGE...
Is Just Another Version... !!!

of Who The Man VIRGIL...
REALLY Is... TRULY... !!!

A Man Who Deals...
In... DEEP ARTISTRY... !!!

So My... EXPRESSION  ...
Is Just What STRENGTHENS...

INSECURITIES...
That Sometimes Reach...
BIG PARTS of... My Psyche... !!!

But As A Good Buddy...
Said To Me... Recently...

“Don’t listen to the haters Virge,
because your use of verse,
when it’s well observed,
does show superiority,
that’s above the artistry,
that nowadays comes cheap,
with egos that exceed,
the place where they should be !”

So You See...
It’s A DIFFICULT Thing... !!!
To BALANCE EGOS That Live...
Inside... SERIOUS Artists... !!!

So BEFORE You Think It’s COOL... !!!
To Start Making CLAIMS...
And To Hurl Abusive Views...

About An EGO...
That You ASSUME...
Is A... MASSIVE Part...
of The Big Virge DUDE... !!!

DON’T Get It CONFUSED... !?!

I’ve Said It BEFORE...
And I’ll... Say It AGAIN... !!!

My Style Is RAW...
And DOESN’T Play...

… I STAND ALONE... !!!

And DON’T Write For The Folks...
Who Take Life For A JOKE... !!!

I’m A SERIOUS Bloke... !!!
Whose Poetic Quotes...
Are Those That Go...
With The Type of Egos...

Whose Art Is DOPE... !!!

And This Has Been Expressed...
By A NUMBER of Heads...
On The WORLD WIDE WEB... !!!

From DIFFERENT Continents... !!!

And From Those Who Were There...
And Were In MY PRESENCE...
When I’ve Performed Poems...
LIVE And... DIRECT... !!!

So That’s Right I’ll DERIDE...
Artistry That I Find...
DOESN’T Exercise...
My Body Or Mind... !!!
In Ways That ELEVATE... !!!
Or Make My Hips GYRATE... !!!

And BELIEVE Me When I Say...
That I KNOW My Art Holds WEIGHT... !!!

And Is Just NOT Seen As... GREAT...
Because My Ego DOESN'T DEFLATE... !!!

Around Those Who BELIEVE...
In The HYPE That They Receive...
From The Media And TV... !!!

And Because...
UNLIKE These Heads Who EXUDE...
… The Type of EGOS...
That Could COVER Up THE MOON...

I DO TRY To Keep Mine COOLED...

But To Write In The Way...
That... I NOW DO... !!!

“ Of Course I’ve Got One Too ! “

It's a fine line that you have to keep a close eye on, however, critics and those who are quick to accuse people of being certain things, should maybe take some to THINK, before doing it ... !!!

#bigvirge #ego #honesty

Bloodline of King Yashayah Jan 2018

Los Vapores

Bloodline of King Yashayah Jan 2018

Los Vapores

Always been a leader
Never a follower because you'll become a borrower
To someone else's principles
I'm trying To open the temples
Of the people
But they too attached to the modern day pharoah
Nobody wants to wake up
Rather bake up and cake up
With hoes in make up
Ya playing yaself homeboy Stop being a material decoy
Demonized and hypnotized by the screen in front of your eyes
Once I realize the game I reset the pieces
Now my mind increase from communist thesis
Since I was a fetus I knew they cheated us
The poor that is put that on my kids
Yeah they thought I was gone fall off
Played the victim only So I could spark off
Learn the field in the art of war sun Tzu
Trapped my enemies without lifting a weapon
Fried their their brains like heat coming from a salon
I be the real deal sting like Holyfield
Stages are propped ain't no cops
Just elite sweeper all I have is my ******
And many will try to page ya
why
Cuz they want the vapors

Scatterin' the pieces of my brains patterns
I put a ring around ya like Saturn once I take turn
Of the microphone cuz my lyrics are prone known
For rippin' up lift chins like the stroke of an uppercut
From Dempsey who ever despise me
I'll make em rethink wisely widely
I be the best from.the north south east and the west
This new generation confused bemused
To money only to be industry used
Then later try to reclaim the lost blues valuable
Become collateral I be the underground colonel
Under the general Krino emcee God
Ain't no fakin' that listen to the sound of my gat
My mentals flaring bullets staring
Down ya membrane and it's tearing
Up ya melon shake ya body like gelatin
My girls discipline is like black Aunt Vivian
Killin' all villains with ease so don't mind me
Never Chase the papers only ****** up vapors

Bloodline of King Yashayah Sep 2018

Blow 4 Blow (They Can't Hang So)

Bloodline of King Yashayah Sep 2018

Blow 4 Blow (They Can't Hang So)

Who can hang with the flow
None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe
Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows

Yo I be rippin'and then dippin'
Tearin' up emcees
Like slams of Scottie Pippen my clips in
Begins mad ******* static the stations
Once I step to the nation makin' innovations
My team's basically waiting invoking Satan
Many not Makin? Their moves ya vital signs leakin' homes
I'mma keep rappin' til in a funeral home
I'm makin' rap mortuaries to every body who get buried
And married into the afterworld it varies
Scenarios carry easily we hurry hotter than jamacian curry
Lookin' at my right hand my pistol grip pumpin'
Increase hearts ya jumpin' ivs dumping
Tryna keep you alive bumpin' all jive yo we always into something.....

My ****** rate dominate in all states undercover I'll annihilate
And humiliate to those that wanna test thier fates
I'm makin' casket crates three in a row seven each
That means twenty one bodies leach I preach
What I teach never a leech ya contracts breach
Eulogy given flows hit like Julius Jackson stickin'
Uppercuts from ya head to gut ya know what
We bout to do **** ya crew like soundview
Feel the blast spin around adversaries like Taz
Leave a destructive path death gets the last laugh
Powerful paragraphs that entice blood baths
Master the craft still layin' my grande shaft
A **** ero sick with the turntable beatin' labels
She feelin' on my cables my necklace ain't no checkin' this
Yo this ****** Ludacris number one spot I keep locked
Like an Alcatraz prison spiritually risen
Ya mentals genuflected from the music that christens

Who can hang with the flow
None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe
Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows

— The End —