We've got a old love
We have ancient souls
We have lived and loved and lost
A thousand times before
A love born of the purest celestrial flame
Bright blue and searing
Heavans memories echo our names
We've got a old love
We have ancient souls
A love rooted in the heavans and cast by fate
Destined to live forever
Soul mates

Check it out see what melanin is about
To shine you embrace you
With multiple clues
That'll stiff you like a statue

So I'll be black as the sun and black as the moon
Black as Saturn rings and Jupiter's moon
Black as the Hennessey and the shadow in the room
Black like a smoking heart that can no longer consume
Black oxygen  soon to be a black death
Lost breath finna be cooked like a black chef
Cajun fire blazin' So I can climb the
Ladder of black steps
diggin' deep formulates my black concepts
Black as Madonna tongue swift as an Iguana
Tail no fairytale black as the prison  system filled with with
black hell
Black sin casted since our souls blackened
Black like thoughts you'll see once the skulls get the cracking
Black like the Vietnamese burned into the ashes piles of scented death just  stacking
Black like the smoke from a chimney
So ya know fire is what's happening
Black like deaths clapping
Appraising souls swarming black hole
Preparing for rapturing
Black capturing black like the Billy Lee
Leading Washington
Fighting the Great Britain
During America's revolution
But no black solutions
Still tryna climb into a black institution
Black intuition
Hidden deep within wondering
If the Black Lord will forgive me of my sins
Let back of the black souls be watered and cleanse
Black like Boyz II Men tryna find a road that doesn't end
Black like storm pushing strong winds
Black like my ancestors forming hurricane across the desert ends
Black as Mahogany angled to perfection with black geometry
Black with knowledge of Dogon
Black Sirius like the Dog logo so long gone
Cuz black love is gone black vibes made from black lungs
Fill with black vibrations from.the mental gongs
Black like the law canonical stolen from my ancestors manual
Europeans ain't nothing but savage animals known to be cannibal
Check my black cerebral digging from my black celestrial
Dropped the sugar now I see the black extraterrestrial
Waving so I can jump into the black.mothership
And dip where no other brother live
Black as night sky line
black as heiron cooked under a spoon
Black as blueberry pie
Black as darkness in an empty heart filled with gloom.

Yo talk to em Yosef

Let's SWIRL and TWIRL,
the 🌃NIGHT AWAY🌃,
with each
💫✨️🌟⭐️TWINKLING STAR 💫✨️🌟⭐️
as the 🌌GALAXIES DISPLAY🌌,
As we SWAY, and SWING
INTO THE DARK SKIES,
as we SPIN and WALTZ,
a SHOOTING STAR 🌠 FILES BY,
While DANCING WITH THE STARS
please MAKE A WISH,
The UNIVERSE IS SO GRAND,
we can not resist!!!
So let's DANCE and PRANCE
just LIKE THE  🌟 STARS 🌟
From SATURN, and NEPTUNE,
ALL WAY UP TO MARS!!!
So, Let's DANCE the NIGHT AWAY in the ATMOSPHERE so HIGH and
Dance WITH THE 🌟 STARS 🌟
in these CELESTIAL SKIES!!!!


B.R.
Date: 11/6/2023

Once upon a time was I a prodigy,
Wandering and drifting to find a phrontistery,
A fantasy beyond thinking,
I was a child of precocious virtuosity.

But now time has liberated from my corpsic avatar,
And to God, I was announced a groom to a bride called progeria,
Not only I but now the entire human race seems to undergo ephemera,
A phenomena not to be taken dilemma,

Death do us part dear poet
Though through our good deeds our work serves eviternal, sempiternal-and eternal.
I know not who I am,
But the tombstone that is scarred with my name cements a legacy that
Buries everybody's histories.

Death is but void and will lead me to become  a martyr,
For I deeply believe that poetry is the finest art And  not a literature,
I am certain that a spiritual minister on the day of my burial will fail to point out that I was a sinister,
They will all say great things about me-
Where is the wrong, where is the perfect picture?


I once decapitated a seraph for I but thought it was a boobook,
Look!
Now I can be pseudocodenymic numerical, alphabetic artist.
Yet, what am I rather than being a poet?

For the reason that death will deprive me of my rights and belongings,
I don't wish to fall in love but sometimes I get caught up that she might be the daughter of Jesus,
Because I can't get my mind off her celestrial features.

Who else but her makes my story worth telling?
But yet I was in bedlam because of her,
Yelling like a certified lunatic playing,
I however can't forget the asylum's floors and ceilings,
The horrible medicine that got me to be always day dreaming.

Is this the same "cycle of psychopathic love that all these poets failed to describe?"
Affirmatively! This is something they will never outmatch,
Sadly, this all seeing sun never saw
That me and her were a match since this world begun,
Hence, I had to give her up to win everybody's heart,

I gained a voice of thunder to be crowned the darkness author alive,
So I ask,  where are the poets of yesteryear? The nail biting, acerbic, alcoholic nighthawk ******* who truly knew how to write?
WHERE IS WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE?  WHERE IS EMILY DICKINSON? WHERE IS EDGAR ALLAN POE?
indeed I outmatch them all, do you know why?
It's because I am still alive!

Each passing time my will to create with words depart from my impulse,
The drive and want and passion lost by crippled sense of inner flames.

Do you see the dreams blurr the skies of blue to grey,
As crimson and hues of purple interplay in the celestrial plain.

From the time of land parted from the skies zenith ago
And further more the time garden of Eden let Lilith go!

It's a place of Queens and Kings with wings,
while ladies and maiden play among the swings.

With stone and lands with rocks shaped into castle,
All those creation crumbled to dust to ashes blown by the wind.

Such illustration created by sleeping illusion eludes interpretation,
As time elapse our minds will shut to collaspe with no variables.

As the strand of hair turn black to white with forgotten songs,
One can lose all of their imagination and can only surrender to sleep.

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

Big Yosef live and guaranteed raw check the rhymes that saw
Emcees anatomy quickly smoothly I wreck a beat while puffin' a sweet
Thai smoker not mediocre or a joker so hold ya
Head tight cuz my style hard to bite
Cuz once I strike brain cells ignite
Like blows of dynamite
Flyer than a Kite takin' all my emcees rights
Cuz it's forbidden steppin' to a God who's givin'
Beat downs worse than Rodney King on the ground
From the police once my verbs release suckas loose teeth
Heistin' their joy cuz I'm a theif
Considered a beast but bars is beauty none above me only under me
Ya see me I been flippin' rhymes since the age of three
Ever since I popped in Rakims legacy
I had to study got baptized in the muddy
Waters took on the spiritual daughters
Out comes my babies celestrial ***** yo I ain't dreamin'?
Thinkin' of rhymes that radiate soon to be beamin'
We pack saw off ninas and rifles so we triple teamin'
So sit back and enjoy the show
As I flow to this dope instrumental
Plug in your speaker so I can screech in ya mind like sneakers
On the court as my rhymes port im long way while others short
Of success take another puff of sess so I can bless with lyrics that manifest
Hooked like a crest no second guess
The best to ever flex a beat like this
Top billin' smokin' guns like Dillion still dealin'
Out the quackers hang with wise men
Known as wackers
My style be similar to Genovese temples blow soon to be obese
As I increase
The **** to high-powered my minds showered
Cuz it's a brainstorm soon to do harm
So I gotta stay ******* one two three fours
Blunts in session action ya saw live and guaranteed raw.....

Verse two ain't no better I come through with reign so I leaves it wetter
Better yet a go getter ya own disrespected ya
Cuz you was a rat chasin' the chedda berretta
I named Coretta cuz she's a core wetter?
Get it got it good comin' through the hood
Givin' ya girl or mom's that hung wood so it's understood
My bars is a hall of arsenal don't need a studio or a show
Just a stench of my rhymes leave
Competition
Silence as a mime each and everyline
Writin' to a definitive of a timeline
Don't need a cypher or a sublime
To diss you I'll show you how I wreck crews
Like a effects all I wanna do is zoom zoom and boom boom
Knockin' girls rumps while leave archin' in chumps then I dumps
The body the river then invoke the spirit of Christopher
Wallace in the temples of my palace
Emcees wonder more than Alice
I'm on a natural high with thoughts tooken from the sky so why try
Smoke another blunt one two or three or four
Live action and guaranteed ******* and rawwwww!!!