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Cheese should have four e's
Bacon should be spelled bakin'
And popcorn...it's fine.
Lee Sep 2011
originality. its become a long lost art

so don’t expect this to come from my heart

all the cookie cut out people, with their cookie cut out jobs

and their cookie cut out problems, their cookie cut out sobs

i’m not a real person, and neither are you

its a ***** to admit, but you know its true

we’re all raised to grow up and get paid

so one day a girl will show up to get laid

have a few kids, and the love starts to fade

it makes me want to puke, and call out for aid

but i’m bakin’ in the oven, can’t ******’ see out

so i’ll try to keep on lovin’, and try not to pout

tears start to pour, like god turned on the spout

cause i can’t figure out what this life’s about

so god if you hear this i think i’m about done cookin’

but i bet your almighty nothingness aint even lookin’

cause we’re all alone in this world, trying to find our way

and if we’re lucky, we’ll make it thru to the end of the day

an accountant or some ****, man whatever pays

this hypocritical cookie’s getting lost in a maze

there’s no need for creativity when all that matters is productivity

and i’ll speak but won’t dare to act, is that a product of inactivity?

**** the world, man i say tupac had it right

thats all i can say, already given-up this fight
Rollin,
         sticky.
the danky of danky,
takin nd start bakin,
  smell's like a pear fruity so fruity.
you just go bake it,
Inhale, enjoy. relax deploy..
stay lit stay fit, Keep open

eye's open -
    be loe
                 they might even glow ,
glossy and slow
                  they  sure will all  know. and point you to blame,
the roach coach came and taught you the game.
lend me your lighter to make this flame brighter
heat up this fire and help you get higher,
you're mouth's a bit sticky I bet it taste's icky,
doe's it look white?.  you'll sure be alright .,
nick name to the cotton dry mouth tastes like rotton,.
awh, don't say where you bought it or how you got it.
I will be busted and you,
just untrusted.....

jessica  *applegate
See the seven highlights shinning bright
Fools don't wanna fight came back resurrected
Been selected before my birth know my worth
So suckas better up ya works beatin' all perks
Skills paying bills **** yo will it's **** or be killed
Cookin' up rhymes from the back of my mind
No *** or stove as I drove into ya mental
Verbal animal similiar to Hannibal
Lector check my selector bullets is my protector
Watch me wreck tha mic expand my wickedness beyond tha
So ya new rappers get the running all that frontin'
And ain't never seen nothin' so when I gets the dumpin'
Watch me get their hearts jumpin' pumpin'
Up mad blood ya dead fools cuz
Ya didn't follow the rules
Rap mafiaso blow like Reynaldo see the rhymes that pour
Out nothing but bloodshed thats ya head
If word get to the feds fools scrapin' over bread
And I'm scrapin' over my lost peeps that bleed
For free in the country dying for Lady liberty
Enemies be plottin' centuries ahead
Since the game done changed its time for me to rearrange
Thangs the way they used to be like *****
I don't play dat flex ya gat and I'll bet ya you'll be on ya back
Say you causing problems naw you don't got problems
Only when when barrel staring you down
Then you'll have yo problems
So once again I'm sending souls to the maker to amends ya sins a deadly friend
Enemies get in bendz when they see my visions
I aim for the highest **** being the flyest
Tied to the gods of the star look afar you see me in the makin ain't no faking souls get the bakin'
Once the sun makes his appearance hotter I get the more someone's
bound for a casket though a *******
I still mastered the mathematics laid it's science made an alliance they claim I'm violent
Cuz I'm knocking out those who ain't radiant
Makin' problems yeah many many problems
Safana Dec 2020
Bahaushe kan ce bakin ciki
yayin da wani abu a can ciki
Ko lokacin daci a wajen ciki
ko da hassada a cikin ciki
Bakin ciki babu kyu
Brycical Mar 2014
Makin' creatin' a lightspeed igniting conversation, one star nation takes patience to see the people slowly wakin' n' bakin' up like an S.O.S is morse code from herb tokes in the late midnight.

Indigo third eye aliens sailin' in wailin' blues like the sinnerman nina simone and tracy chapman entrapped and entwined like a serpentine mind warp in time like kaleidoscope bhavacakra.

We be inside a cocoon of warmth, while sunsets high atop begets a period of gratitude n' news of ancient wizards of the earth burning sacred stories in sky paintings of clouds in the Canadian north spring equinox.

Fox spirits and raccoon  split spliffs from peace pipes at night. Families are reuniting. Trojan horse tricks lift spirits hearin' our kicks and screams howlin' and wowlin' at the moonlight while kali dragons claw away time 'till its an infinite mush of mashed sweet potato pie,
but in order to make one from scratch we must first create the universe.
Safana Oct 2021
A man who...
his race is black
Baki: A black man
Baka: A feminine of black
Check the social cinematography
Of the black mans discography
Ask me why they wanna destroy the whole family
This **** sounds shady even after the black lady
Feelin' like Hades ready to burn so many turns
Taking from shakin' hands with evilness bakin'
Time penitentiary bound no freedom to sound
Liberty bells ain't nothing but hell all thoughts swell
From the beating of my cells goes around like a carousel
Wicked word play buzzards circlin' over those decayed
Suckas getting delayed better pray for better days
Or else im gone let the led spray invoke doomsday  
End your pay day got Clinton's resume
Along with Jessie Jackson made us African
American there i am again black folks need to ascend
Take no amends or reprimands on hand
See the clan is Wu **** the boys in blues
Love red and yellow sunsets makin' my melanin a threat
Sir nose goes through the nostrils slow so
I could paint my own reality so come battle me
Show you a real criminology
The black Gatsby specialized in illicit brewery fifty carrots on my jewelry
Enticing the honeys but they gets no money
*** they only wanna pension broke the enlistment of the social army y'all can't harm me?!


Love women with the thick thighs and butts
And haters get stuck left like a pig and gut
Til they air dry y'all die its no lie look at my eyes
Got Vietnam's thousand yard stare don't care
Can't none compare to the sound of the snare
A black hawk circling the air stalkin' pigeons
To unknown scared based religions check the visions
Drawn by me vividly hung on the calvary
Black Jesus is so facetious thats how they greet us
Reverse the black mask paint it white is the task
Michaelango wasn't famous for just being an artist regardless
How many wanna reward it you can't discard it
The ***** was known for changing dark faces to white faces
Taste a place of trading places beat the cases
**** the **** racist keep a steady pace ace
Or become one with the death race
Numero uno turn your body sumo you know
The skills smoother than the vocals of a stylistic
Majestic to mystic suckas catchin' crickets
Like Jimmy smoke more than a chimney
Somebody pass me the Remmy gas the hemi
Big duelers hang with 12 rulers who crueler
Battles shattered from skills of ****** the demi God against all odds
Born to get worshiped subliminally
Hate me but love the imagine in we
Black folks wake up see they on a fake up
Claim they love us but it's a plot to corrupt
Change the station with no hesitation
This for the melanin creation
Second round KO cannibis moving slow
Round my thoughts so the black universal
Can lay me the masterplan similiar to Tubman
Harriet the harder it gets the easier the grit
****** on my woman's *** to ****
For the alchemy heals me so beautifully
I stay ******' the media's without the celibacy
TL Capers Jun 2016
in a world stipend of imagination
Minds lost due to the lack of collaboration
Ancient minds plus modern moderation
Used to create a new world placed in cyber nation
Souls placed on a hiatus,hibernation, asleep, never to be awaken, late nights, early mornings, outside, inside, skeletons and cross bones bare skin, I'm naked.
Shaken not skuuuurrdd
Bakin' not burrrrned
Illusions of the disillusioned
A process of the microderm
abrasions,Be patient , the point was made when you made it.
To be lost is to go back
Be found is to continue
Travel light, blind yourself
What you see is what you fore get
Before it was lit it was dark. To see is to be
To be in stagnation or not to be in progression: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
Yo feel the boomerang that hangs
Off ya mental it's plain and simple
I pop demos like pimples know the principle
How to flow master the glow like Bruce Leroy I'm turning yellow
Super Saiyan keep enemies on their knees praying
Once my skin touches the sun that's my sho gun puttin' holes in one
I'm talkin' about ya head we never chase the bread instead
Like to knock Wilmas and beat on the mental doors like Fred
In the bed cuz I make it rock hard to cop
Yet I don't stop til my nuts pop and my celestrial ***** drops
I'm speakin' ****** alchemy raisin' that third eye to heights of sunny
Ain't nothing funny never played a *** or a dummy
Mad cuz they womens be up under me sayin' punish me
Once I give em a hit of the weapon' no half steppin' like Fetchin'
This is the third stage of Armageddon no more lettin'.
Off I'm a God next to Amen'ra
Above the law like Segal ruthless on the mic tactics similiar to Siegal check the sequel
I can tell a pig cuz they always squeal for real ya know the deal
So fakers stop runnin' ya mouth
Before death becomes ya permanent seal


Once I enter your head the adrenaline sped
Leavin' ya oozin' and ya brains dead
**** what critics said mad cuz I'm bakin' more bread
Than a baker like **** shakers I be the earthquaker
Rhymes shake ya into a coma check my persona
Got few rukas from Tijuana
Tote marijuana my bicho
Strikes like the tail of an iguana black as Madonna worshipped under
The secrecy of the Romans papacy
Just another black mystery of legacy
Just cause we better than thee
lookin' at the stars I see bars beyond bars
Infectin' my ment'al like lars far from subpar as ya subconscious scarred
From my projectables that's barbed
Like wire it don't matter you still gone shatter
That badder I get the harder I hit
Like pucks to stick
I'm scoring and no goal tending this
This is me at my worse breakin' the curse through every verse
Emcees catchin' bodies
Then I am the hearse soon to take a search
Hikin' up the divine mountain and blessing's counting
It don't matter ya rhymes amount to nothing
MCs glutton as the games unbutton
But I'm dressin' up my flows then all of sudden
I gotta play my guard close soon for them to see toast
Spiritually drained as I hit em back to back like a  boomerang

this huh boomerang
yea bro i could see prophecy
laying on my conscious vividly
got enemies in a flee
as i tick like a flea penching nerves cant dogde or curve
my intellect which selects
from semi to auto my frame
blowin up like octane no remains
cuz that ******* numb my brain
straight insane i can hear the rain against my window pane
its sunshine and darkness at the same time bust through the rhymes entice crimes
once i open my mind pack twin nines while puffin on pine
let the bass thump for alpine
one time
gotta look out scopin with my optics operation ghetto hard to let go
of all of the pain as i strain
every ounce of this jane
man i miss my homies
who died and gone
but every now and then
i hear them through this song
wind blows against my temple
maybe its my ancestors speakin to me
now i got the power of nat turner
lookin for my adversaries with the burner
uh i create more chaos than Bagdad
check the mystics out my Goodie Bag yea


yea popped off my collar tag
Gave up my house and the jag
refused the goodie bag
that the government handed me see me
I be in hibernation secrecy
with all types of weaponry
from guns to arrows keep eyes on the sparrow
**** the modern day Pharoah
even though they want six feet below
but my conscious risen
awaken opened my mind up from bakin'
no Time for fakin' takin'
every chance I get
to crus corporate ******
then let the maggots
feed off there earthly flesh I can attest
as I bomb this muthaphukka
and put all my adversaries to rest
know I'm seyin
David DeMille May 2016
shakin and bakin in limbo
now i'm down to my boxers
but please look away
i have but an ounce of dignity left
and that i need for my grave

you only get one peek through the revolving doors
and i need to look my best, sundays best
better than all the rest, but under this skin
who knows what's good enough
maybe a hat

i'm lucky like the fellow in front of me
the line was cut short two men back
The rest were hacked and sacked
dripping all the way to eternities kiln
cremated to fertilize the clouds in the sky

sadly all that's left of this mans tail is the awaking
and the stagnate unanswered question of life
now sitting up and stepping down
rubbing my windows of opportunity
heading north bright eyed and bushy tailed
Not from the big Apple but I'll give ya
A raw sample preamble rhymes laid like a scramble
Life's a gamble as I rambles
Through the shadows of darkened plateaus
See my money movin' fast while yalls is slow
Feel the heat rising from the
Dough
50 Gs a show ya know how it goes no expenses so
Step back learn how to track and stack
Ya weight seal ya fate create my own legacy
Better yet a dynasty
So why ya eying me can't define me
By the m o n e y try selling me lies
I improvise
From a broken compromise demons in guise
Learned from the chakras ties and bakin' pies
Sweet cherry carry girls under my wood
It's understood I'm a champion breed
Played in the major leagues
Never catch me fatigue so all haters slowly
breathe
And Catch a disease so you can see my magnificence succeed
Indeed intrigued
By the deadly potency produce bars call me Quincy
Or Barry Gordy fake rappers bore me
Huh I got play and skillz get a freak from a tweet
Next week She in-between the sheets
like the Isleys despise thee
Haters that degrade me turn em to Jesus philosophy
Naw better yet turn 'em to my guns that'll empty
Full clips insert it to ya hip sealin' ya lips
The box is closed mama catching a runny nose
That's how it goes my flows movin"
Like the Nile river quiver damage ya liver
Without even touchin' shots of the hardest liquors
Yea...



Livin' out prophecies laid in pedigrees
Through out history tell me why black man is
Doomed for treachery maybe it's just me
And the things i see on TV??
Yo I'm Dangerous as Christ walking terrorities
Put me in the terroristic catergory cuz my conscious gory
Shed enemies before they get a chance to plan
An attack against me my attitude is rude
Crude as oil lay the war spoils bloods on soil
Watch how the earth heals itself hibernation
From bad health spiritual wealth keeps me stealth
Use half of the goetias embedded in me
Wearin' spells as a sigil cooking up sequels
Legal raw untouchable like Bugsy Segal
We lethal with our weaponry so don't think
You walkin' away free for talkin' about thee
Made a pact with the underworld so I can catch the swirls
***** of fire earth is mine as I desire
More than riches I'm all about knowledge of self
Yeah feel me I'm the lyrical Garvey got more wisdom
Than Socrates takin' over all mental monopolies
So that means ya property is under my captivity
So when the real Gs enter the building
Begins a new billing I'm pass the ceiling
Once I began fillin' and drillin' heads
Til the bloods spillin' unleash the souls
For the dead scrolls paid ya toll gotta go
Cuz I'm outta time rhymes running off the paper
Soon to scrape ya from the music that played ya
My vocals fit perfect none could surf above it
Zeeb Jan 2022
Bible readin'  porkchop eatin'
Just plain folks
Jackboot lickin' progressive kickin'
Just plain dolts

Routin tootin'  flag salutin'
Just plain folks
Diversity hatin',  minority blamin'
Just plain dolts

Neighbor helpin'   hound dog yelpin'
Just plain folks
Oxy poppin' history moppin'
Just plain dolts

Turnin' soil and tractor oil
Just plain folks
Gadsden flyin'   truth denyin'
Juist plain dolts

Preserve makin'   apple pie bakin'
Just plain folks
Mouthpiece TV,  supports insurgency
Just plain dolts

Fence a mendin'  cattle tendin'
Just plain folks
Vote suppressin'  democracy endin'
Just plain dolts
Kind September welcomes the autumn
Hot red leaves start to be fallen
I'm packing my school bag
Summer gives up in sudden
With lots of passion
That has raised nature
Eventually took a picture
Hey fall!
Gracefully please me
With your leaves shaken
With your heart taken
With your sand bakin
With your voice rainin
September is ma favorite month
Check I'll leave ya body in ****** tears cuz of what they heard in they ears I pass pressure to my peers steer
The game into another directions suckas takin' shots only to get a rejections flash light I'm.under the universes protections
I'll strike ya subconscious in fear
Worse than the combinations of seven porches
That mad fear add the numbers my dear you ain't no killer more of a queer
I see why ya rhymes shakin' cuz I'm bakin'
Once I turn up the degrees the pedigrees make em fall to they knees ain't no sympathy
To emcees talkin' like they Mr Big Bad wolf
Open ya head sun roof no tactics or spoofs
But a rappin' magician fools turned up missin' cookin' rhymes outta my kitchen missions is lynchin' and for ya hissin'
Like air out of tires cuz ya life finna transpire through the spiritual fire knuckles tapped with barbed wire and my desire
To the hold game up n see how a killer comes up ? Makin' abrupts known for dynasty clutch heir to King Tut
Stay undercover like mobs in NY so Why Try
With them elementary lines I'll beat your Everytime you step across the gun line
Got ya silenced as a mime took two weeks of ya time
To come up with them subpar lines? I'll write verses that shakes the resting corpses
I'm an alien caccoon birth but no butterfly effect on me see me in five d
Dimension I'm playful as Myxlplix but powerful player of the Matrix my tactics
Made for the art of war paint scriptures like Van Gogh see me dough never mold so ya better ease before you get holes in ya bubblygoose stinkin' like cheddar cheese and you'll be come one with bridged encrypted cemetery
Unmarked for legacy tenacious with the D
Asked ya mother she's calls me greatest ever?
Boxing her cootie cat with my woody bat imagine that?
She reachin' to infinite and beyond cuz way my strokes hung
Got ya corticals flenchin' with tension loosen from a strengthen my minds more corrupted than Westernized Christians
Smackin' up critics with my verbal christening
It ain't gonna be me the stinking state pigs will be a-cuffin' because
I ain't licensed at nothin,' not even bakin' a sweet, California muffin
with big raisins, orange sprinkles & whatever else I feel like stuffin'
so as not to yank out prematurely before I gets more than enough in
Sometimes I cry as pigeons peck my *******, other times I just tell
them to stop it & not to do it ever again because I don't like it much
Fattened cows ate our tomatoes & starving pigs then ate our posies,
so don't you dare take a huge, reekin' **** on our colorful tea cozies
'cause lovin' you's like fressing cherry pie from a gal with 1 bad eye
while I sit cocked sideways needing a yardstick 'cause I ain't so shy
Mary Ellen Judy Norton Taylor Walton your ******* are too flabby,
so I will go down on your furry tuft below, that I jokingly call tabby
as Judy suffers from, & is afflicted with, an obtusion of farm senses
that interrupt her monthly charges regardin' normal-flowing ******
For Hef's ******* Judy was feverishly hot on a bear rug naked bare
after flinging aside T.V. pretend bro' Jim Bob's farm-boy underwear
that he wore when they rocked the house in grandma's rockin' chair
1 day I was viewing The Keiser Report starring ugly ol' Max Keiser
which would detract from my sexiness yet make me so much wiser,
& cause great-toe-jammin'-pecker stiffness & irritate either eye sore
while grindin' down 4 canines, 8 premolars & a middlemost incisor
I'll sing 8 days on the road in my big truck like I'm ol' Dave Dudley
running from Jesus God and hiding with waitresses as I rave studly
of a manly prowess using stiff asphalt laid thickly to pave mud free
like the wife support payments forked over by singer Neil Diamond
that would be burdensome to a poorer Jew like the shill Neil Simon
Boldness & beauty, blackness & blue, I am stupid, just not like you
'cause as my cornflakes sog in milk, I don't sell my nuts for a *****
anywhere where life spells death there is a cloudy heaven to pursue
It was hard push, yank & pull, talk ***** to me don't talk ***** to me
I like you or likely I love you, I try too much, better just wait & see,
while I give up at changing you into the woman I long for you to be
in the image that schmo Bobby Darin wanted for ****** Sandra Dee
whose big ******-numbed ******* nursed Bobbie's raw-milk brutality
pitched on a bowling lane of broken-leg bone & severed-hand ****
what made him stolidly 910 million times more serenely handsome
under the guilty shadow of the gay Bruce Jenner gender switcheroo

that could very well be his surgical whoops slip up Waterloo before

he would sexcite sike **** Hillary Clinton's homosexy affairs anew
whilst his hot peas thawed, hair pack jelled & old girl caught a clue
beyond clues given for cows driven to spit up cud for another chew
in kingdom halls where witnesses disfellowship guys seen fartin' &
queer-drunk on Mexi-gasser beans poured from a lime-green carton
that was endorsed by ******-ball Dino Crocetti A.K.A. Dean Martin
who liked pancakes, hotcakes & flapjacks with blackstrap molasses
as he denied hotcakes for burnt pancakes, griddlecakes & flapjacks
& proctologic exams for nothing that probed his chafed crap cracks
that looks like a flounder, that with a *** cleaver, a crazy *** hacks
at my red wiener, warty cucumber, candle stick & old orange carrot
as witnessed by my chimp, quokka, gerbil & clipped African parrot
that is so selfish with gooily-raw rat meat that he'll not even share it
with the hack Bob Browning & his ***** monkey Elizabeth Barrett
****** hid her vaginal emptiness from Richard Cory, Kyle S. Bruce,
Daisy Lou & Garett Hobart's lost nephew whose quarry tile is loose
You screamed like an unwashed **** when I pinched your lard ***,
I can't stomach your sister, because she is such a whining, hard lass
conjuring up old Crowley occultism, but what makes her the worst,
she wants me to sign a ****** suicide pact that states that I die first
as self-****** is a sin & she cares little about my soul being cursed
in realms that count not among its angels William Randolph Hearst
& Marion Davies & accused wife-snuffin' millionaire Robert Durst
whose hunger for Malay tail was sadder than greasers dyin' of thirst
I slumber in greenish ***** ill puked hard *****-woozy & drunken
too sick to down gooey, greasy doughnuts I shoplifted from Dunkin
'cause I purloin cream topping & jelly filling better than anyone can
now o' when Smith, of the fake Titanic, knew he was a man sunken
to televise (tele advise me telly television tele-visionary uncle Ken)
my nose from the vantage point of me red **** is funky-funk funkin'
or my ear from the fall-off point of a thin *** sins funky-funk funkin'
or brow from the terminal point of **** lips is *****-punk punkin'
or toes from a tiny point of 2 **** tips that're chunky-chunk chunkin'
& triggered at the apex of ******-**** ***** for a clunky-clunk clunkin'
once ragged atop the peak of Clinton's ****** of dunky-dunk dunkin'
& crap beyond a holt of pretty ******* to ***** a bunky-bunk bunkin'
My ultra-favorite, back-******* monkey loves me me me but
I love my bonnie Bonnie who lives across the ocean & over the sea
in a palace with Sparky Marcus who spreads a cruel, spooky mucus
over a toady staffer popularly known as crazy Luke or kooky Lucus
whose stratospherical id raced far beyond whatever Sparky ever did
long after Henry McCarty & William Bonney became Billy the Kid
Confess & grovel before the Lord, for on asphaltum your ***'ll skid
because dark spots on my shaded parts means that I got a headache,
that's got more killin'-power than a Malaysian/H.A.A.R.P. seaquake
I know that what you now know is on a need-to-know basis, and so
I counted them twice to I see that you amputated my left largest toe
to **** foot-bred animalcules unfelt as my atrophy trots paraplegical
in ****** labs of agriculturalists, whose studies are parthenocarpical
I love the challenge of a chic freak as it makes my pocked **** tired
7 days in a usual Haitian work week like quitting before being fired
which was her fat-*** way of losing a new job just after being hired
as this stunnin' **** ruptured me because she was so sexually wired

with white ***** makin' my Jacmel Beach tragedy 100% uninspired
Ol' men know that plastic Barbie doll dolls want G.I. Joe men, ever
since genital-lacking Barbie Roberts had the baby of *****-free Ken
whose naked 11-count stood unnaturalized as he could not reach 10
as cruel bears are bear-tricky like Smokey Bear & T.V.'s Gentle Ben
in ol' Kowloon City where Nancy Kwan sleeps with me as Ka Shen
who smoked Raleigh cigarettes for cancer & sailed north for scurvy
to enhance her perky nay-nays & to make nip-wide hips more curvy
on the roof to the floor, beneath the attic in my dungeon topsy turvy
On rough seas no boy sailor knows what a Chinese cargo ship'll do,
'cause in a tight D cup bra a raw-rubbed lawyer **** may ****** sue
Yo who's next in line, to catch a broken spine, lay out the crime,
Miss the time, saw the grime, still living, last of the end times,
Rewind, of dollar signs, folks standin  in lines,souls on a decline,
Tryna take yours, and keep mines, blaze the pines, incline
A divine mind, activate my penal state, dead prez mate,
Missed my wake, sealed your faith, got ya pent to a jake,
A snake , a fool, took the lambs wool, to cover the drool,
Of blood, in the mud, eyes stay open, scoping, with no cruds,
To many thugs, faking for the bakin, I keep em shaking, staking,
Heartbeats, cold sweats, so neat, check the chorus repeat,
Of my rhyming feats, so vicious, grade elite, so delicious,
Like my women, voluptuous flows atrocious, stay with da focus,
Magic touch, hocus pocus, still banging my locas, Sosa
Of the rap game, name ya names, and ill show ya, birds of a flame,
Flock together, under any terrain, stained, dead ya best man,
Now you a news trend, barely break ends, like the China bidens,
Bidding, I'm kidding, sike im just resizing, the pies and, wise and, skills plot, deep disguising,
Fools know the rules, sand the tools, cant buck this bull,
Played a fool, once never saw twice, decked out the ice,
Sweet dies, of the innocent standby, prayers said for the lullaby
Been looking for sunshine since I've found my mind
Blind saw confined to a rebel design divine
Cut from the same cloth of Jesus please just
Sit back don't attack the grooves is black
We back to back not from Chicago but a bull
Let my lambs wools profess wisdoms numbs
The blind cosign from the god of the pines
never wasted time fame chasing dames lost in my names
Since my ancestors came into a broken mange
Mentality stripped since slavery bravery
Been following me since i was baby lately
They be trying to play me spray me on tv
Assassinate my characters fate but keep clips like Nate
A Dogg letting the bullets bark so mark
My words verbs is what i do rocking ya brains zoo and any who left without a clue?

Sunshine!!!!


Yo standing 5'10" beautiful brown skin
Leased to sin forgive me for my universal pins
I'm stuck in this earth as a bubble cursed
Worse comes to worse spitting a verse
That would even body a hearse first
Over second suckas hesitant distance
Lover to jealousy family heist the jewelry
From my own third eye watch it sparkle
Til it glows like the sunrise bakin' thighs
Mother nature catching feeling healing
From the evil captions I'm peeling reelin'
In the fish let her get a few bites of the dish
But remember this im trying bring the realist
Arm wrestle my pen tryna advoid the pin
Looks like another hit **** all over again
packed with flesh cookin' out of ya seats
Rocking the peeps let the silence weeps
Creeps drawn as i spawn mental captivity
Flavors weighs gravity against tragedy
Black as can be let the angels enlighten me


Sunshine!!!
Safana Jun 25
Son ki a jiki na
Ya zarce raina.
Balle ace tunani na
Ya zarce duka gani na.
Da za ace ki kalla
Dubi idanu kalla
Suna Zubar da kwalla
Ina ganin ki talla
Bakin ciki a raina zalla
Dama ki daina talla.

Akan ki ni na manta
Komai a rayuwa ta.
Kaunar ki na jibinta
Dama ki je makaranta
Darasin rayuwa karanta
Tarbiya ki lazumta

Lallai talla yana da riba
Amma ba tallan jiki ba.
Karuwanci ba riba
Zai sa ki shanye taba.
Wata ran ki zama makuba.

Daure ki daina talla
Idanu daina kwalla
Safana Oct 2023
Na gaza yin bacci
kuma komai na ci
har da abinci na ci
amma rayuwa tayi daci
saboda dangi na ba bacci
A arewaci da kudanci
bomabomai sunyi azanci
sun rusa kasar limanci
saboda tsananin zalunci
lallai wannan shine yahudanci
sun kama wuri sun ci
palasdinawa yayan yanci
ku yi hakuri banda takaici
duniya ta sai cin hanci
kowa so yake sai ya ci
ana fakewa da rigar yanci
to me ne ne **** yanci
a yau ya zama kacici-kacici
a tsakanin yan bakin ciki
yan yammaci da arewaci
har da na gabashi yan kanci
The Most feared leaving suckas
Teared
Beyond the atmosphere see the gears
I grind time to shine soon to be mine
Game blind breakin' through time lines
Carefully cradlin' designs this ****** one of a kind
See my demons closing in sippin' gin
Finish the sin baby girls lusting trusting
My every moves mack skills Valentino got a ****** from the store
Double X L and I can tell she ready but it's no bail
Once my bicho gets set to sail nothing else fails
Crackin' open her shellfish I ain't selfish
And dish out nothing but the rawness regardless
Who hating this I give ya a gun to kiss
Then let the bullets run through ya head
I'm half dead you half scared we all for bread
Laid across the borders cooked up ya order
We taking over from nation to nation
It's the Pinnacle of a slaughter so haters oughta
Pick up a new gig cuz ya growing small
While I'm big so sit back before I stream ya wig


A thugs revenge make all my enemies
Cringe soon to be creekin' like a door hinge
It's no pretend we see nothing but wins
While y'all remain in the wind time traveling
Back to the 30s yo I'm callin' shots like Babe Ruth
Stats when I'm up for bat four star hat
A rap general y'all suckas minimal novice criminals
Real killaz disguise see the glare in they eyes
Bakin' pies in the oven had tough lovin'
******* recipient so I can't repent hell sent
Made to battle a curse through every verse
Laid prophetically telepathically the one and only
Can't none hold me down blacker than Brown
It's the step child soul of sounds hear to drown
Ya souls with no water ya finished before ya became a starter
Ali style closed ya smile as I compile
All of my victims easily marchin' on Calvary
But it ain't the Jesus in me I was here before BC
It's the beginning of the dark dynasty
So better fear me or else feel the depths of  insanity
See love dash hate sprints create a circumvent
Mystery suspense intense leechers to the fence
Nerves of steel can't be pinched death flinched
Once I made it out of the slums no bed *****
Title I give all my rivals it's the fittest for survival
Ultimate goals I thrive on let hell bells ring
Begins a violent spring back in the worldly habitat
Circling things that mean nothing to a bean
Salty peanuts I got the guts over glory you bore me
Can't ignore me I'm curious as George be sneaky
But far from monkey more a jack *** high class
Shatter ya ****** with the lyrics of glass bypass
Haters critics and spectators slit false dictators
Stay with an arm and hammer bakin' soda qoutas
Wiser than Yoda check out my melody rhymes is bolder
Colder than dry ice poured over Mal liquor stickler
Crazy me let the illusion wheel chase and embrace me
Minding through time one of a kind blind to
Hate-ocracy philosophy preach mental monogamy
Separate fake from the real straight toxicity
Social medias drawing the blues left the colors
Of others to rot so they can carefully position the plot
Qualyxian Quest Jul 2021
Is it just an imperfect world
Or is it godforsaken?

The news at nine o'clock
Your faith it can be shaken

Then there is Chiraq
The West Coast now is bakin'

Yearning purple sky
Drivin' while I'm achin'

                  Twilight!
Qualyxian Quest May 2019
alone in bed
writing naked

Halloween head
Irish sacred

coincidence
curiosity awakens

Holy Names
The Man keeps takin’

Barbaric Yawp
Todd is makin’

Leonard’s Jesus
Almost human, forsaken

Broken grace
I’m not fakin’

Now vegetarian
No Canadian bacon

Excalibur
Lady of the Lake and

Once and Future
Camelot, if I’m not mistaken

The King and I
Bangkok’s heat is bakin’

on the Emerald Buddha
my mind green meditatin’

— The End —