"eazy" poems
A small skiff drifted in the harbor
guided by the eazy oars of a fisherman
standing in the hull to better view
the shimmering reflection
of the orange circle hovering overhead-
dancing with the gentle waves
in the morning mist.
Monet had to name it something
so he called it what it was:
"Impression, soleil levant."
A critic, wanting poison for his pen,
seized Monet's title to squeeze
a lethal dose into the radical veins
of the artist and his fellows of the gallery
(Renoir, Pissarro, Cezanne).
With scathing indignation
he dubbed the lot of them,
"Mere Impressionists."
The label endures (minus one word)
but how many recall or care to know
the righteous critic's name?
November, 2011
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 4:40 AM UTC
Name: Falen Acon
Residence: San Diego California
Age: 15 (almost 16)
Birthday: Jan 4, 2000 (Capricorn)
School: Don't worry about it!
Grade: 10th (Sophomore)
Class Of: 2018
Favorite Color: Ballet Pink, Gun Metal Gold and Burgundy
Favorite Flower: Wild Flowers, Roses & Sunflowers
Hobbies: Dancing and Poetry
Favorite Food: Pizza
Favorite Drink: Strawberry and Root Beer Soda
Favorite Dessert: Ice Cream (Shakes) (any flavor)
Happy Place (place that makes me happy): Beach or Dance Studio
Career Path: Professional Dancer
Lucky Day: Saturday
Lucky Number: 3
Favorite Number: 7
Friends: Christan Zeal, Elsa Angelica and Drevon Young
Goals: Find true love, Find happiness and Travel World
Favorite Artists: Lana Del Rey, The Weeknd, Drake, PartyNextDoor, Post Malone, ILoveMakonnen, Rae Sremmurd, RDGLDGRN, Kyle, A.$.A.P Rocky, G-Eazy and Zayn Malik
Celebrity Crushes: Zayn Malik, Justin Bieber, RED (from RDGLDGRN) and Steph Curry (GSW)
Favorite NBA Team: Golden State Warriors (GSW)
Favorite NFL Team: North Carolina Panthers
Favorite MLB Team: Chicago Cubs
Favorite College Football Team: LSU Tigers
Favorite Nascar Driver: Kasey Kahne
Future College: Texas State University (TSU) or Something :)
Future Sorority: Delta Sigma Theta (DST) /_\
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Tory Lanez
Drake
The Weeknd
PartyNextDoor
Post Malone
ILoveMakonnen
RDGLDGRN
Kyle
G-Eazy
Rae Sremmurd
Future
Travis Scott
Lana Del Rey
Bryson Tiller
Jhene Aiko
Cal Scruby
Twenty-one pilots
The Neighbourhood
Zayn Malik
Jimi Hendrix
Nina Simone
Damian Marley ft Nas
Stephen Marley ft Wyclef Jean ft Nina Simone (Song:keeper of the flame)
No-Maddz (Song: Shotta)
Jesse Royal
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
stuck between pride and ****** mood
lurid lights, laughter, ladies, lively lips
we are 96 souls away from the magic
and we nevah wake up or get up, nope
i swear on my momma's grave and pray
may she rest in peace with good ghosts
wise man told me to wear a black suit
me, tho', forgot if i did so, can't help it
was i trippin from dawn to dusk again
probably but ya gotta triple that time
and consider the weirdness of my speech
dem words stumble other words upon
meanwhile me and milly made luv to luv
luv laid back like rasta villages, jah songs
she's spreading her legs and licking
13.8, worship the fountain, that's basic
gangsta poetess & burglar, membah 108
while meetin milly, i imagine her naked
64 minutes later, lolling on silver satin
the lips such big perfect matches
by the end of the day we float over glaciers
our months vanish within a few days
hihaho, tickling trip, totally toony, truly
milly and tizzy equals eccentric & woozy
steering dreams, mysterious mixtures
golden goblets, served on light tables
we falling into the floor, a voltgreen maze
wondaland's gardens, we reach 'em
frozen loops of yummy yearning, yeeeah
all dem blankets and pillows, hundreds
in a bed spacious like a football field
a quarter of milly's back is my tattoo
parking lot at 4:16 am, 24 k bracelet
gotta look at it under the light of the sun
reminds one of eazy legs & adorable greg
we come, observe, read, blast and leave
stuck with mental blankness, in limbo
block party of creation 96, 2056 souls
oh my, sweaty forehead, i'm so cold
burning bloodshed, beasting bloodbath
marriage of mystery and skyline tales
sparkling are the eyes of yayo vampires
8 days awake, bangin in sky dunes
schmock, dinosaur, sole talker
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 6:25 AM UTC
Wondaland, a.k.a. The Magic Metropolis
June 13th, 2021
Esteemed Readers and Writers, Gangstapoets and Hangarounds,
Gangstapoetry proudly declares that CREATION 96 is now the second unit of our Global Movement.
We are welcoming our new members. You are now a part of us. Much Love.
Tizzop
GANGSTAPOETS
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DESERT SAMURAI * PRESTON * ALBOW * SNOWBLADE MUTANT * SAMBA *
UNKLE OF DOOM * PLAY * ANTWONE *
BOBBY BUTCHAH * TINA * JOEY * DREAM SEEKER * TRANCE DISCIPLE *
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Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
I'm going to tell you a story,
About a girl,
Who wanted nothing but fame and glory.
She dreamt of days without a worry.
A world when people have no need to be sorry.
She sits back and enjoys the moment,
With music in her ears as her docent.
Tunes from varying artist,
From tove lo, to G eazy, to the weeknd.
Creating moods that she never knew exist.
Everything was just pefect.
It began to rain,
She turns down the volume.
She cries quietly,
Listening to the stories drops create in her brain.
She tries not to remember the pain,
But the memories continued to swirl and destroy her,
Like a bunch of internal hurricanes.
Then, she remembers the relief of cutring open her veins.
She clenches her fists,
She tries to resit.
The voices begin to scream,
Stripping away her self esteem.
She covers her ears,
She continues to Cry!
"No more fears no more fears!"
She pops some pills trying to get high.
But she took too much,
And she dies.
This is just a story,
Of a girl who was used for fame and glory.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Yo its two thousand fifteen
And i still aint seen
No fuckin' progress
I wonda why i gotta keep a gat
And a vest
Fools aint playin' no more
I see the govs ready to score
They say pain is temporary
But how? When its so many in the cemetery
Loved ones and fallen ones
Im still eatin' bread crumbs
Off the floor tryna find the key to unlock the door
To my mind but im blind
Ask the Lord for sunshine
MY moms aint feelin' me
But i got my homies
N a pistol with me
I see visions at night
Im dead at least thats what my undertake said
******* homie?? Im feelin' lonely
My mind playin' tricks on meeeee
Next day i feel under the weather
Hopin' it'll get alittle better
Day dreamin' about last night
Still thinkin' its the reaper in my sight
Shake my head stand tall but i aint scared
So my family sends the preacher through
And tells me to tell him what im goin through
He said i need to go to church
But thats ********
Im havin' a spiritual fit
Cuz i just cant cope all that biblical ****
He says im wrong
I say **** him
And i grab the ****
Playin' ol gangsta *** songs
NWA ICe cube n Eazy E
Its soo sweet
Turn it up check the bass in the beat
As i fall asleep damnnb homie
My mind playin' tricks on meeee
Yo now im sleepin'
Here he comes the demon peepin'
Is it me?
Or my conscious speakin' to me?
Evil thoughts conflictin' war
All my enemies i see them in gore
Then of a sudden i ask the lord
What the **** am i hear for??
Tears running down mamas cheek
I wake up but i cant speak
Peep through the fuckin' window
Take another hit of the indo
I see myself lookin' at myself
Layin' in a casket
I drop the blunt then a flew
Try to rush and look for my crew
But they dead too
Walk througj the shadow of death
Take a deep breath
As my consciousness left
Suddenly I woke up in a scream
Touch myself n seen my cream
On the dresser i fill refresh sa
Im in a cold sweat
Called up my homies?
They right by me
And i said got **** homie
I had a bad dream
But all this time my mind
Was playin' tricks on meeeee
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
She hardly was an early riser.
Life at home for her was hell.
Violent voices
and mean threats.
She wrote this on a sunny start of the week, monday.
The sun seemed to have been greatly amused at her wrinkled face.
Recently, she discovered she would release a ****
whenever anxiety or nervousness hit her like a dart.
Her daily life began by 4:30am.
There she was in comfort on her irregular bed,
till a sharp light hit her face
and a thunderous voice boomed her ear drums,
His foot steps made so much sound than his voice.
It was her father.
It wasnt his voice that struck her,
or was it the sight of a whip that he wielded so callously.
It was the angry look he always beared on his face.
It was almost as if he was angry with God for waking him up everyday.
Mixed feelings of fright and fuzziness gripped her
she hastily greeted
He didnt respond.
Her sister stood behind her bed
whimpering in fear.
Only then did she discover who the whip was meant to trash at that moment.
The night before
was a nightmare she have seen before.
Her ingredients failed her,
her attention
and her organization
towards the food preparation.
Her Mom hated excuses
Her Dad hated losses and bad soups.
Her promises flew away
Phone accessories became her get-away.
It wasnt the intensity of the funny smell,
or the intense awareness of the pepper and salt,
but it was the searing look her mum had.
Her mom must have mentally shredded her like cabbage, she thought.
Her mom wondered why arguements stuck in her tongue like a tatoo.
Most times she resented her awkward behaviour,
She saw life has an eazy game.
She thought mistakes were a part of our imperfection as human beings and hence should be constantly made.
She didnt understand why God placed her in that family.
Her mom would constantly remind her of the future
She could hear her voice in her sleep
Her mom would speak with her eyes
when her anger has reached a certain height.
Hereditry
played a role
in her usual condescesion.
The environment
played a role
in her usual sadistic talk and thinking.
Yin and Yang,
Cold and Hot,
the order of seasons
Either you can change
or you can not.
Such is the nature of Monica.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:25 AM UTC
This.
Is an ode
to Hip Hop
to Bob Sop
and Rob Top.
You flop mop the back drop
And sweep the front shack shop.
"I CAN'T HEAR ****
Well.
Listen up gramps and stop licking those stamps cuz I got a bit more for ya then this sweet little dance.
Lemme tell you a story
of a few men who gotta bit more then glory.
We got 2-PAC, wutang, and snoop Dogg with a ciggie.
Eazy-E, Jay Z, Eminem and Biggie
Outkast to outlast 2000? I mean really.
Ice cube and Cool J won't keep it too hot.
Need a shot for the cold you just caught?
il throw you a deal- 50 Cent,
and dr. Dre?
He's yours, all yours
but just for the day.
Run Dmc, busta rhymes, slick rick, and tech nine
Oh! And a tribe called quest.
Alright. Ok.
Il give it a rest.
Dear gramps. Dear grams.
Just want you to know
these men- they're the best.
Now let's go to the show!
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 5:54 PM UTC
We once made
A pact
To always remain
The same
For us not to
Congregate with America
Were not what's become
Call me the slum
I'll make you ***
Give the old dog a bone
Where I saw your daddy
On the other side of the road
****
You should see
what they say about me
Call me touch and go
**** them
Little hoes
There ******
Don't want to own up too
Being a men
Being a woman
But us
Were what the real stuff
Is made up of
People hate that
We live
And we love
Every day
Every way
And when we hate
We pray
Trying to block us
From their reality
Sitting down
Watching their TV
Dyeing free
Ain't even got **** to read
I miss calling it
Pizza from the bin
That the last man
Tossed in
A waste
But my sin
I'm a Smoking *****
Calling ground score
Lighting half butts
Kicking me were it hurts
I'm riding in a hurst
Puking up my guts
On society
Leaving
Thinking
It's better than me
Na
I left it a long
Time ago
Thought you'd know by now
Eazy doez it
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
***** nigguhs got me twisted
Listening to this new artist
Got nigguh goin' ballistic I'm sadistic
**** all these cats open fire with my gat
Open up there chest now ya see where there hearts at?
Apart from that got these fools lookin' Ashamed
Givin' past black leaders a bad name
I'm for the drama and **** every body and they mama
If they ain't ridin' to this **** Eminem and yea its a diss
Whites always get the start now they always wanna a part
Of the black community nigguhs was risin'
From pac to eazy to Marley now we dyin'
Last of the breed
Only real nigguh left is Scarface soon to be out of place
Too many ******* running **** america is a culprit
To there own murderin' the image
Rap used to be take a look a history
And tell me where we supposed to be?
They bringin' slavery back nigguhs not catchin' on
To busy dancin' like ***** to Tyler Perry church songs and the beat goes on
Just different lyrics for ya mind to pitch I ****
On my.enemies bomb first watch em bleed in vain
Pleasure through pain I got nothing gain
So I guessed I'll loose and choose to be a rebel.
They say **** life is evil and its the devil
They just scared of a revolt **** the occult
I talk loud and reckless put me in casket you cold ********
**** the innocent then honor the dead
like ya did to Kennedy King and Malcolm X its bloodshed
On the hands of the elite expose there plan you end up obsolete
I practice what I preach and preach what I practice
Dead aim with telekinesis I could shoot needles of a cactus
Touch free I'm.roaming alone in the danger zone
Blitz and tipsy off the Hennessey
Somebody pass the Mac to me so I can show em catastrophe
Got **** now I'm a grown man I see underdeveloped master plan
My ambitions is pluck the whole world leave em holy
Pay up Amerikkka ya owe me !!
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
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Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
Yea its mr leatherface
Puttin' fools back into place
Where they belong
Let the bells ring and hell sing
****** mo
Comin' to all my foes never been a **
Only roll with the show
Im talkin' guns galore and much gore
Jackin' my shot gun
To give out more
Aint no blessin' when thugs ride testin'
Puttin' these fools to shame
When i ignite my flame
Bless the 40oz ya see me puffin'
Them green leaves
But if im POD'd dont push me
Ya might bring out the killer in me
Stay strapped Eazy believe me
I know ya aint dead
Just in another dimension need i mention
For the game you done shined on me
Killers wanna be us
But dont know ****** mo been
Rolling with us
Since ninety four ********
Givin' up for them foos stalkin' gats n takin' bats
Bomb mr police from his back
Yall dont wanna jump or else get stomped
On like a roach waitin' for Satan
OUIJA cursed me since played the game
Me never no surrender
Killer drug dealer cap pealer the realer
The pain the mo energy feeds my brain
Uh im spawn hittin ya with the necroplasm
Glowin' from my eyes no saprize
Catch the tequila sunrise
Then i camouflage
Cuz a nigguh on the run with my shot gun
Blast up in yo assputtin'
All specs on they *** quick as the flash
Bomb cant dodge that bullet that hitcha
Mr ripsta linked the mad instka
Pen and my pad aint ******* ****
We live by it
The sword that is n if you got grown kids
Betta watch yyo step as the lord preps
My order quick to slaughter
Those who aint down soon to drown
With this **** sound
And even if ya doubt my skill
Ill come back harder slam ya
Like O neal and with that Heat
It'll make ya feel
Dumb numb o **** that fool don't wont none
Drenchin' in sweat
Because yo *** finna cash out
Roll with St Clair so dont dare
Try to come between my cash fiend
Endin' all dreams
Like ****** scene ill make ya scream
N tell the devil i said hi
And tell em he's next
Jackin' all demons in guise
****** warrior so who wanna plex?
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
Isn't eazy
and it isnt fair.
to those very few who i hold dear,
please
forgive me of my disrspects and forgive me of my lies
forgive my hella wrongs
and the stupid alibi's
oh.... and last but not least
to those of y'all who fell victim to
my scandalous deeds.
please don't hate me
i didnt ask to play in this game
so hate the game and not I
you see Im just a product of the eieghties
at the time a poisoned baby
growing up to be the maybe
who can save me from the shady?
when everyone fits the description
the opposition grow weary cause
I get mine I ain't got time
to think long marinating on
thoughts so wrong
I find a way through this melee
cause this loco can't affort to lose a single step
cause if i trip then I'm got
i wont quit and i will never stop
its a cold *** world
but its all part of learnin
Life is Life
and it isnt meant to be eazy
you live from what youve learned
play with the flame the fire is gonna burn
take in every word and remember what was right
that way when wrong comes to visit youll have something to win the fight.
ou
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
all i can do is just smile
as a problem child
now im a grown man
cant get a job for ****
n politics claim its taxes n ****
but thats ********
headed for depression
everybody plottin against me
seem like they whole world
out to get me
but i keep a knife and guns
with me
just incase of confrontation
i rep that black nation
dont get it twisted
haters on my biscuit
like im ****** em
but they get nuttin left overs
get rolled over
kiss the caskets
to all those ********
mad cuz im makin' gs
smoke with t h u g s
and lil homies
hold ya head up
dont forget ya here on earth
as a set up
eve ry day a brother wake up
i gotta worry if im gonna get killed? by the police steel?
n the shield
the evidence
claim a brother was in hesitant
link one bad brother to every brother
then they got the nerve to say it aint about color?
but all i see is white imagery
painted around me?
**** that **** i know im a prince waitin to be a king
dawned with queen
close eyes bitche picture me
creatin' my pipe dreams
so you hyprocrites cant deny
as i rise
retain power to the day i die
dont cry
when they bury meeee a aa g
and you can hate me if ya want too
violence is coming through
back to hit ya where i should of killed ya
but i got mercy on my souls
naw im just lying
my brains fryin'
soo many of us dyin'
black on black stop that
snitchin is bad for the hood?
but when the cops do it
its all good?
like dominos so here we go
with this same scenario
in the barrio
cant i get some love
im just reppin' what i feel
o so real
homies to homettes
grab yo steel
cuz they out to destroy n ****
the black man understand
destiny lays in ya hands
n young mothers
dont hold out on the black prince
i sense
alot debauchery and treachery
from white supremeacy
mad ccuz a brother clockin'
Gs
every ***** and slangin'
d o p e's what about eazy?
i miss em much
cuz he exposed that ****** *** ***** Dre
and **** what they say
just waitin for Judgement Day
once again diggin' through ya soul again
im moved by the djinn
breakin' Hells sin
cursed for worse tryna find glee
but when i die ****** bury me ahhh G
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
am i hearing voices in my head?
maybe its just a call from the dead godspeed
my heartbeats to the ***** streets enemies in a creep
will i be put to sleep or will i
evade the conflict? cuz everyone on my ****
i gotta make a move quick strategist from past war tactics
makes me react quick oh ****
there they go i see shots galore I'm on the floor
i see man the mirror with mad gore
is it god tryna store in a blessin **** sessions
my spirits full of aggression **** i shoulda had my smith n wesson
will i die or will the lord spare me an eye?
and let me live so i can i see my future kids
sippin' on this henny aint makin it no better
i got mad pain i remember my homies blood stains
tattoo tears hidden my fears bo longer worried
so i aint scared to be buried dead or alive im like a beehive
honeys surroundin' me tryna milk me for my money
but they gets nothing but a gun blast then i laughhhh
right in they face trading places eradicate the racist politics happy bday *****
know yall goin to the ditch
crooked i in the media eyes but they cant help it until i die
i get hated then cremated back to hell where i originated
dont care whos there empty rooms for the wombs
while im sleepin in the tombs earthquakes hearts shakes
once god tears drop satan just waitin' he aint in hesitation
ghetto heaven is my destination
uh cops is full of **** tryna get every brother in my hood hit
then they try smile like they happy just like they did my grandpappy
but papa wasnt no punk he had to dump
eyes red bloodshed im seeing pain ancestors speak to me
while im on liquor mayne half down the bottle im feelin' queazy
so when ya see me take it eazy
im just rumblin born revolutionist truth hurts the most
enemies stay real close til ya a ghost
light up a blunt to keep my troubles loose i aint scared to die
my only fear of death is coming back reincarnated
cuz in heaven there no phonies just gangsta *** homies and thugs with galore drugs
and slugs hit it?
cuz my own fear if being reincarnated after death
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
let the liquor marinate
so my spirit creates
a perfect melody on this wicked track
gangsta beat for the streets
im eazy like e ruthless mentality
now repeat after me
im bailin' out a jail
on counterfeit bills
like redman im a dead man
since my soul
got caught up in this world
it makes me wanna earl
got **** why these girls
wanna play games on me
put some money
on my books
cuz i aint a crook
only to Americas eyes
but i unveiled there disguise
plotting against the wise
but nature always wins
against mankinds sin but them again
who am i?
just another carnal mind to die
and when i die
all of yall get high
and let them pisols off in the sky
and form a visions of me
just know i aint goin no where
Kings dream turned into a nightmare
once i got my firsr stare
down the barrel of nine
on my knees in pleas
but do they gotta heaven for homies
naw **** it
id rather die broke with soul
instead of losing my soul
in this world thats so cold
whos bolder than me
nothing but the ghetto in me
still fighting my way in this game of life
until im free
uh when my black folks free
we gone wreck society quietly
i see them plotting against thee
less fortunate but im fortunate
to have a sane mind
even though im half time
with my thoughts
****** by the courts
cuz they wanna bury me a G
but cant touch me
i got the spirit of the Most High
kiss the sky then a visions occured to me
nothing but a prophecy
if ya struggle like
two times outta three
ua probably got color like me
**** this life im living
can't avoid sinning
while demons grinning
right in front of my face
i see the been laced and traced
by the feds now huh
but aint gone get me to bow
since i was problem child
i knew how
to face problems as they arise
my young gents open up ya eyes
n youll be free uh
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:43 AM UTC
The muthaphukkaz always lurking
Lookin for wayz to **** and
Suckas wanna claim mass apeal
**** how the masses feel
Id rather come with the real
Fresh daytons on the 64 with the chrome trimmed steel
For real for real heads get peeled
Talking outta line
***** im from Htown where we climb
The ladder of success
Smokin that budda for the eternal bless
Inhale exhale from ya chest the best
To test the streets know me
As i manifest
Like pac did pack pistols like eazy did
Make em rollover like rock the kid
And you know how i go in and out of hoes
Haters get exposed friend of foes
So go on with that hating ****
Before ya end up in a casket
Dead ghetto ******** smoke a philly
So i can chill just givin up the real the real
The muthaphukkin realllll
Now that the smokes rising fires blazin
Hands in air as im raising
Nothing but hell in the atmosphere
True playa international to be exact
Sharp as a tact dont know how to act
Ever since my Ogs taught me how to polish the mack
Death waitin for innocent or fouls souls
No repent heaven inside of hells cells
Sound libertys bell unravel the veil
Truth comes foo cant hide from my tools
Make bodies drool and ooze
Blood ya lifes wasting away
**** what ya gotta say i dash away with the ak
It dont matter where it hits em
As long as the bullets get em
Im crazy funky serious with this poetry ****
I didnt wanna be a rebel
But the rebel found me when i was baby
So dont get mad if i get an urge to ****
Just give up the what the what
Tha real the real the muthaphukkin real
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
I really don't have anything witty to say about the way someone stops caring for you.
It hurts.
It hurts.
And there's nothing poetic about that.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Yea its ya boy Yosef
Back up in this *****
******* up be my clique
Comin with a mellow pitch
That old school mix
Like an ounce of fix
Entering into ya veins
Hard for ya to maintain as i drain
All nerves of ya brains
Im stuck on you like white draws
With **** stains
Yea im stretchin it a bit
Leave haters n spectators
Constipated no **** i spit
Quikker than Mcgraw F the law
Destined to be an outlaw
Outkast
Ima back to take whats righfully mind grind
Harder than the next
So i got smarter read up a few books
Of mastermind crooks
Got ***** looks
From peeps who doubted me
But im sittin lovely like r kelly
Why dont ya fly with me
Away on a journey
No mansions be around me
I live in in trees enjoying the breeze
Burning scents smoke out tents
To talk to my ancestries
To help me point out my adversaries
The punch rounds leave with a hole in the ground
Dont worry never scurry hurry hurry
Come one come all
Dont step to me or else meet ya downfall
As i continue to ball
Cooler than an orangutan
eating a tangerine
Messy me im just doing my thangs
Rhymes insane poetry blow ya brain
As ya journey into my mind
Mad lyricist ignorance is bliss
So take a kiss
Mouth full of funk n skunk
Eliminate punks then they the trunk
Full of junk
Girls ***** blunts to ashes
Hit skins so hard im leavin rashes
Like stacy
Made her dash
Not an ATLIENS but houstonian
Reppin da da ***** south
With golds in my mouth
Custom made where all the playaz was made
From a **** a players card to the call of tha wild still i smiled
Though a probem child
So sit back as i count off three two to the one
Lift off preparin for mission armageddon
We aint lettin'
Go holdin it down the industry its like my baby i claim income taxes
Cuz i carry music with love and divinity.when ya see me take it eazy
I pray only in the dark never in the sunlight
Only to radiate my skins cells
No fairytale this nonficiton
Words i speak is true after eternal revenue
Makin venues as we drop vogues
And continue to hit you...
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 4:04 PM UTC
wondaland verses, 3 am, sliding thru fog
don't judge me, us, dem goons, eazy legs
mikey, coba cobrahead, **** 13.8, trisha
young are our martyrs, hyped my moves
burning shoes, raging thoughts, mad luv
veni, vidi, vici, viciously beatin em down
brothas and sistas, thank you all for coming
dusk creates nights of lambos and revenge
hihaho, the drumset drowns in dark water
monica matadora, deal, trance disciple
as glossywhite as onyxblack are the rocks
and gems in the voltgreen bottega bag
wondaland verses from the gp heritage
roots and boost of gangsta poetry, yeeeah
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
Caught a glimpse of parliaments sunlight guns bright
With the flash as I sprinkle o dash salt the grass pass
Through the 4 seasons **** I'm still breathing recieving
Higher frequency desires amplifier keep the minds fire
No forte foreplay my words til it's nothing from something
I saw myself in the wombs of pains doom for me to consume
This world ain't nothing but a prison sentence reference
My sentiment to the books of the innocent angel presence
Faced me since I was a baby I was made to save humanity
Christ like imagines me rolling nikes on the bikes fly as a kite
Broke the spiritual rites concave riding the risky wave
I may die a martyr but my moves made to much smarter
War epiphany strikes the minds of the unseen Machiavelli
Ten rules to follow dont swallow the fake pills of the ills
I stay with the reals heart of soldier so I'm made to ****
Inspect ya deck once the mic check Gza gave me the connect
Rolex linked with my techs one of a set I'm down for the jet
****** was the case they gave me cruising down like Eazy
E 63 doing the **** I see the camel's eye in the needle
Birth from a rough Bethlehem theres I lays my jams lion for lambs
Watch out for the flim flams suckas more saltier than clams
Got **** I'm tryna escape the masterplan plantations
Change the stations rolled out the legions demons cleaving
Onto the weak hearts that's where I set my heart to start
Working from the mental state to annihilate the forged hate
I lay it in a crate dominate my fears through conquer of faith
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 10:17 AM UTC