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sip on my forty one foot on the floor
one, two, three & to the flow
drop this dope joint right
from a young G's perspective
I done need got caped cause my beeper kept beeing
falling back on that ***
no one gets by one a free pass
got to get the people what they want
sure this is a dope joint let me get to the point
there's a **** that burns in Compton Height's
turn out the lights and get your party freak on

smoking fat blunts in the back of the yard
chilling with a spliff
homeboy got the grill cooking hot dogs and hamburgs
as if you haven't heard
turn off the lights and close the doors
playing spades with my forty on ice
this will make you think twice
another chance at which to roll the dice
yesterday was such a simple games we used to play
awe but then let's face it its a little bit easier today
got the bounce to the ounce in the tower of power
homeboy so drunk he needs to takes a shower
why should we worry when the world is in such a hurry
can't even think to dismiss this earthle bliss when there's a dozen of pots in my sink
smoke the chroinc then sip on your favorite tonic

don't have to be perfect cause nobody is
it will take you higher then ever before
lest of course I implore another opened door
got whacked in my knees some folks will disagree
getting this rap game tight as busy as a bee
Mark Sep 2019
Yo, word up with you, my drug running mule  
It'll cost $30.00 ok? I've got it right here, so don't drool  
Put that **** in your mouth, too *****  
Yo get bumped with that ****, yo aren't gonna get any Cuban cigar  
Done, another bag of crack, sold  
Be on ya way, you've been told  
 
I'm Skillet and I'm 19, I've been doing this ****, since I was 15, man  
You've gotta feed yourself, 'cos nobody else going to be able to do it, like I can  
We grew up without mothers and fathers around us, do you feel me?
You've got to be your own father figure and steal, you see  
Get your own money out here, however you like  
'Cos no one's gonna to give it to you, not even brother Mike  
  
I get crack on credit, and sell it for $10.00 a rock  
After a long day of moving product, back at the trap house, we use a big lock  
The real work begins, splitting the take. 1st up, the crew take their cut  
Between the 3 of us, we're gonna split a $400 profit, off the ounce  
It works out at about $13.00 an hour, not bad for a daily rut  
We count on volume to make ends meet, for me and my louts  
 
It's not too much, but it's about the quick flip  
We aren't really thinking about making too much money, it's just a real trip  
We're worried about getting it in and getting it off  
So we can stay with it, you feel me you toff?  
The rest of the cash goes up the chain, to the crews drug supplier  
He's a regional distributor, that works with the cartel, it's a no brainer  
  
You have to pay him or you'll be six feet under, you'll be smoke man  
******* smoking for that account man and his Mexican clan  
Where we're from you've gotta keep it with you, not he  
Or somebody will run in your trap or something, you feel me?  
In 2014 there were over 2,500 shootings in Chicagoland  
Everybody out here are either thirsty, robbers, killers or Alice in ******* wonderland  
 
You gotta keep your eyes open for the haters, you might see  
They'll try and take you down, 'cos they ain't eating, you feel me?  
It's all out war everywhere, except ******* communist North Vietnam  
That's why we call it Chiraq, because it's so ****** up over here, ****  
You don't know where it's coming from, man  
Your ***** would cross you for a couple of bucks  
That's how it is, yo gotta keep your pistol close, even when you call the ******* waiter  
If not, ya gonna get got, much sooner, than later.  
 
Skillets homeboy Breeze, is always ready with a gun  
He's had plenty of practice and not just for fun  
I use this all the time. ****, if I had to swap with someone, that belong  
**** be getting hot, you can't keep the hot ones for too long  
There's my baby though, as McDonalds say, 'I'm loving it'  
All we need is that money, man, that's all we care about and ***** ****.
It doesnt make you a man when you raise your hand and say look baby im bout to make you understand because she opened her mouth and used her voice and yall didnt agree or make the same choice doesnt make you a man when you go out cheat honestly homeboy you just accepted defeat you tell her your sorry there wont be a repeat she falls for your lies and all your deciet baby open your eyes and begin to see that hes not a man he truely is weak he'll try to cover it up by being all sweet he'll do things he never does like rubbing your feet and youll fall right back in when you need to retreat kuz no women alive deserves to be beat
stop what you doing

beep beep you don't stop

I got pop rocks in the bottom of my socks

one eight hundred on the dial

  

buddy buddy what's your call

smoking fat blunts in my garage

sugar is sweet like sweet like the honey

homeboy is broke cause he ain't got no money

  

I'm in a hurry so why do you worry

working too hard can give you a heart attack

out swinging his bets cruising in his Cadillac

the big mac attack

  

it's the blind of the blind soon will fall into a ditch

the snitch very cool meat on the bone

like Home alone

got music in my veins not insane

  

Crazy is a lazy boy in the crib

Sitting back with those magic ribs

Summertime & the honey's are sweet

hear the music from my head down to my feet

  

it give one pause to think

Can't even think to dismiss this Earhly bliss in a time well spent in thought

there's a dozen of pots in my sink

you think break to the rhyme the rhymes filled with reason

  

it's the changing of the season without a reason

cruising down the neighborhood look for some props

getting caught being chased by the cops

took my forty & my nine they can go kiss my behind

  

bruh, bruh, bruh, don't you know

it's not what you know rather who you blow

time is a killer doesn't stop for any G-unit hood

doing no good as **** life would be

  

Rocking these rhymes busting out making sweet history,

I say hop, hop you don't stop rocking till they day is done

run, run, run getting capped in my knee cap having no fun

sugar can sweeten my smile with glee

  

Living in a land of make believe

what is one willing to achieve

banging on the hard cement floor

like homeboy Tony kicking it with a two bit *****

  

more, more, more

in the plausible quest

we can pass every test
Sam Temple Jun 2015
Droppin rows
Lil sweet hoes
Starting to show
Ah, new growth
Bout another month
Tie those ******* up
Scroggin arms to buff
Makin knuckles rough
Outdoor grower
Both a grower and a shower
Homeboy didn’t you know,
I grow outdo
Organic food, sprinkling
Had an idea, inklin
Gonna try feedin in the evenings
Prevent these girls from shrivelin
See I
Take care and pride
Don’t let em get fried
Use hemp string to tie
Dog, that aint no lie
Cause I grow out door
Still liven white boy poor
But I grow like a muthafuckin roar
Build slow
Leave ya wantin more
I’m an outdoor grower
Don’t really **** wit food crops
Don’t really make friends with mad cops
Don’t really like to eat pork chops
But I will make you top drop with my
Super green
Grown squeaky clean
Nothing obscene
Goes in-between
These rows
No hoes
Use my hands
Part of the land
Scan the horizon
Make a new plan to
Expand this outdoor grower
I’m an out door grower
Never use a mower
Or snow blower
I’m a outdo grower
Got this **** wrapped up like a boa
And you know
Out door grow
Doin 20 different strains
Some seed, some clone brains
My soil built to drain
Up on the Willamette Valley plain
See I hear all this ****
About Mendocino
And northern cali
But the mid willamettre valley
Grows better than anything in cali
And I back that **** up
Dab nail on leaning on a coffee cup
Bruthas tryin to just stand up
After rollin and smoking one of these blunts
But I
Try to stay humble
Donate my wears to the needy
I aint greedy
Its about growin the best ****, me
I do that all day er-ry day
To late Spetember from early May
While farmers out gatherin hay
I be growin the best **** in the USA
I’m a outdo grower
Half-assed rhyme flow-er
Getting ******* to bend lower
So all those buds get equal sun –
Steven L Herring Oct 2016
A warmed up tube and a sweaty board
Slippery steel sloppily chattering
underneath my finger tips
The space is dank and hot and my ears are ringing

We've been over this a hundred times
What's one more
Or four more
Homeboy forgot his lines

A cigarette hangs from my lips
and the sweat constantly drips
My shirt is soaked
Brain probably fried from all the **** I smoked

But none of that matters
There's three new songs to get down
We gotta tighten that **** up
Get it all packaged neat for the rowdy crowd

I wonder if I was the only one in the room worried
Probably
All that went away as soon as we broke in
Properly

The song
The set
Free *****
Gallons of sweat

Memories that I could never forget....
Jimmy Desire Mar 2016
I have this love for writing on this thing.
no mess on it
just flow
as the director intended so
another production of Desire Enterprises
lacking the basic exercises
but what’s a better time than now
because as I’m sure I’ve said before
“Practice takes patience
and patience takes practice”
no hesitation brother you’ve just got to attack it
so once again let me introduce myself to this
sweet sweet addiction.
Usually barricaded  
by the walls of my mind
see lately I’ve been learning to evade them
been taught to look beyond them four walls
for what I believe may contain my train of thought
so I’ll reach new horizons
I’ve learned the many ramifications of living within my comfort zone
and know nothing of the boundaries outside it
like standing up on stage and presenting my craft
no strength in my foundation like I’m about to collapse
freaking out remembering Rigley’s reminder to get a grip
even when you feel like you’re about to slip, take a breath
Speak each word carefully, Make ‘em feel each one you spit
Lord willing I’ll do just that, shoveling up little nuggets of gold
I’ve got people thinking, well **** the little brother’s got soul
I’m like nah, I’ve just been breaking the mold
back in the day they used to clown me for acting “real different”
black kid in a primarily white school, it could’ve been real different
but couldn’t help feeling out of place
now a days, I take it all at a steady place
growing up is a process man,
felt like I was lagging behind, but there is so much more left to see
I mean look at all the places, people, twists and turns we encounter
life is such a blessing, how the hell could I not enjoy it?
**** that, better believe I’m gonna embrace all that I is.
Be You, Be You, Be You
man that’s all you’ve gotta do.
Another amazing star amongst the many, shining bright in our universe.
Shine with me, we can only get better.
Don’t you ever falter, make your presence felt.
Make the best of the cards that you’re dealt.
because before you know it, you’ve reached the end of a verse.
Page, Chapter, Story or whatever you prefer…
The end may **** sometimes
but it opens up opportunities for new beginnings
That was sudden but it made you think didn’t it?
I live for this connection.
because if I kept you reading, I intrigued you.
it seems you can be reached, it seems I just like to breach into the temples of the mind
like old lectures from old teachers about how we wasting precious time
or how the future round the corner and its time to shape up
stop pushing snooze on the button homeboy its time to wake up
yeah, it be nostalgic on those hazy days
once and a while its okay to have them lazy days
but never stunt the progression of your growth
reminder of the sacrifices made to keep you safe
continue to share these these “little nuggets” that you make
and let the world relate.
Sam Temple Jun 2015
Yeah I got my paperwork
I rolled it into this doobie
It’s a-nother day
We, free to play
No need for escaping
in the escalade
we rolling fat
and roll them fat
splattering mad haters faces
wit a baseball bat
top cat
in a top hat
you know I dont play that
dog, best you aint no rat
but those fools running they mouth
all across the ***** south
makin me wanna ralph
or maybe you prefer *****
homeboy I’m on it
like an inbound comet
wanna make a mom bet?
I figure yours would take all 8
**** gape
then yell ****
take her on a date
leave her in my wake
still rollin on
smoking bongs
dabbin grams
pushing prams
yeah I’m a daddy but my kids all grown
leave em alone
give yo mom a bone –
I wish I could give this up...but sometimes the muse of ****** rap visits me, and all of you are forced to deal with it.
Sam Temple May 2016
Just beats on amazon prime groove train taking my mind
Unwinding inside the ride I applied tide and sideways glanced at a passing fancy
Take a chance on me and see the reality of freedom in an American slum war vet bums with their hair in buns growing hipster beards for fun better run to the PX and demand *** from reckless transgendered
Next step Freddy Fender Tejano  rockers walls crashers in bobby socks fighting ***** behind the block building wielding cash money slinging organic honey skinning bunnies on a sunny Tuesday
The blues swaying my body as I rocksteady the cracked Levey with a disheveled teddy bear in tow
Can’t touch this flow like the raging river goes and a runny nose when the allergy shows if you didn’t already know MCDJpjs can still touch his toes
Homeboy I am limber yoga instructor over for dinner Charlie sheen style winner and I grin with a thousand watt smile
sometimes one is stricken with a need to do one style...today is such a day
Jellyfish Jun 2017
I play one more game before deciding to logout.
I lay in my bed with a book and tune out.
After finding a good place to stop,
I roll over to my back and see your letters from the corner of my eye.
I can't help but look over and read
*"for my homeboy"
Just thinking before I fall asleep, about who means the most to me.
Sam Temple May 2016
Given name Samuel but you can call me Sam was driving by the vestibule when I had to yell ******* Saw this little fresh dressed fool trying to run a scam and pushed him down the stairs at school Broke his ******* hand, I ran into the record shop looking for Manfred Mann ended up picking up this Book about the Son of Sam, a crazy killer from NYC shot women in the night got his lessons from a dog Who spoke with Satan’s bite. That homeboy is so crazy and just maybe is also right we got too many Idiots hanging in plain sight maybe we should pin them down under water bright until they give up and Lay still, you know, just give up the fight…but murders wrong unless your Snoop and then it’s just a case You overcome and get let off of by selling off your face, see Snoops a pawn deep in the game making Money off you ***** acting like he still the **** quacking like a duck any of you still following rappers Actors and sports stars are probably drowning your tears in a series of bad bars you remind me of Chris Farley Fat and drunk and dumb acting like you are the **** reminiscent of a *** or homeless man stinking of Gin old milk and mistake fake *** brother taking money from your mother hitting on your brother’s wife Trying to start another fight, its all-right, cause you white –
OnwardFlame Jul 2016
Gimmie that
Red, white, and blue
Guess ******* who
Sling and grenades on our backs
Hold down my hat
Dress her all up in white
He got his tie on
We gonna perform a lap dance
With our tinsels and our tongue.

Homeboy he so sweet, got me on repeat
If I could throw down all the safety nets
We wouldn't quit just yet
My nails long and strong
But I fear all the fuckboys doin' me wrong

We gonna
We gonna get
We gonna get married
I look so good, so sweet
Standing off to the side while you on stage
Kissed ya full on the lips
The night my movie dropped
Pop, pop goes the weasel
Our brains combined
Could create the best
Love child
But baby you my best friend, would create
Mayhem with or without you
But please don't go that way
Don't want you to ever not stay
And if we play this game
It might turn out that way.

I smoked some **** after we got off the phone
Drown myself in peanut butter
Got that writers block
At times I do, I think I'm just a thot
But we promise hugs galore
I would pray but I don't believe in God much
So I let my spirituality sweet sun rise
Kingdom, thinkin' and speakin'
Praises to the dirt, the earth, the sky
Make me new, make me new.

Its true, I do love you
But it can't be like that
No, it can't be like that
You ain't evil
But I got witches brew
Reply back with your rhymes and reason
If you brave.
two hustlers in the music scene

**** life & the means to swing

rap in the way it used to be

making sweet magic & history



gone are the days we used to wake up in a purple haze

kissing second cousin falling in a daze

like a mouse that's stuck in a maze

shattered dreams things don't seem what they mean



stick a fork in me cause I'm done

soon I'll be off to run

as a young homeboy in the hood

busting sweet rhymes like I knew he should



wouldn't care in what they said or did

busting out with a cherry bomb under a garbage van lid

***** ain't nothing but meat on the bone

I'll **** it, I'll **** it, I'll leave it alone



Sound the alarm cause I'm out shooting blanks

Two hoods in the hip hop scene

producer Shug Knight can get awful mean

Falling head long at the seams



Living in the land of mean

The freaks come out at night out of sight

Riding in there Benz popping on Depends

shattered dreams evil schemes things don't seem what they mean



See you on the flip side squeeze

I'm going to pray to God it will knock you to your knees

The bees sugar is honey and honey is sweet

I got these cool rhymes buzzing from my head down to my feet



Biggie & Tu may have bitten off far more then they could chew

Nothing knew both had high top mansions

Silver dollars with no ransom

They both had left a legacy



See the new movie out going down in history

R.I.P. my friends see you in heaven looking down

For now I'll still listen to your tracks with no frown
Andre patterson Nov 2016
Got these dudes out here with secret agendas putting up fronts and hating there black brothas,
(I am calling that ******!)
but always at home behind close doors *** up getting all bent over  

Clearly killing people vibes clear as day we know he rides back seat, no **** he got his homeboy up in him too, which I am calling it ****** (Murderer)
DownLow Brothas
Carl Velasco Jan 2018
I’m tired of the polite
****** boy. Sick of the agreeable,
pristine, nonburping, nonfarting
carnival setpiece toy. **** the
manic-depressive psychopathic
angel. The timid, submissive
sleepover homeboy, the blow-up-doll
for rent, the 3am *******
***-dumpster hyphenate.

Imagine me, a child.
The gayboy anyperson
willing to go the extra mile.
I assure you,
this wasn’t the dream.
How you push my buttons
like a vending machine.

I ******* to you
because you’re sad.
I come lick you
because we’re okay.
Always okay. The word.
The sound of the word.
The utterance of the word.
The utter lie of the word.
Okay?
Maybe to you I’m
a toilet-trained twentysomething
who’ll receive and dispense
on command.

Maybe we are done.
Maybe I can cry in peace.
Maybe you still have a way
of curdling the milk
in my stomach from far away.

I pray one day
to **** you out.
excuse me what did you ****
you always got something to ***** about
nothing is every good enough for you
you have bitten off far more then you could chew

still your not perfect son neither am I
you got sweat so much where pigs do fly
Critics **** I mean who are they
I'll stay humble enough to bow the knee to pray

I believe that God is the ever constant amidst all your inconsistencies
I'm holding my own with my hand on the phone
theses Satanic demons choose to never leave me alone
we are at war why you kicking it with a two bit *****

Critics can kiss my ***
they ain't getting by on any free pass
they come to ****, steal & destroy just like there homeboy Satan
I'm choose to cook up something light by frying it in bacon

you best be leaving on a long awaited vacation
they will never help you cause they can't even help themselves
perhaps its best I put that book right there on the shelf
there a spitting image of a Keebler elf

See bruh positive reinforcement is good for the heart
Critics you know there jealous you see
there the type of people that watch as you go ***
nothing good about critics you see

I'll take my chances & make sweet history

© right now, chevyvent   society poems • friendship poems • nature
Santiago Jun 2015
[Intro: K-Rino]
Yeah, something we can all relate to
The pain we all share
Think about your momma
Think about your daddy
Think about your homeboy
Think about your cousin
Think about your brother
Think about your sister

[K-Rino]
Even though you rest in peacefully, grieving's never easy
While living life freely I'd never thought you'd leave me
Life lessons you would teach me and constantly receive me
Even times when you didn't agree with me completely
I can't believe this happening, I miss hearing you laughing
The gladness that we had turns to sadness when that path ends
Reality, truth hurts, the suffering grew worse
Wondering what God was telling me by taking you first
Maybe I'll just call this lost part of this harvest
And no you wasn't flawless but I loved you regardless
So even though it pains me and things are not the same we
Have to accept the change and let the will of God reign free
Paid all your dues right, now you on a new flight
Released from the painful imprisonment of this cruel life
And though your gone physically, mentally you visit me
Infinitely in my memory for all you did for me

[Hook:]
You'll always remain (where?) in my heart
(Never gon forget about ya, we ain't never gon forget about ya)
You'll always remain (remain where?) in my heart
(We ain't Never gon forget about ya)
(We ain't never gon forget)

[K-Rino]
God's glorification is women and man's mission
From the minute of your birth, your beginning, your transition
The spirit and flesh are separate, severance is definite
Whenever it ends, we're thankful for what you left us with
Not material or money, all that festers fast
And to have you back I'd trade it all no questions asked
If I had one hour with you, that might ease the circumstance
I could speak the words I should of said but never got the chance
But as I think about it I focused and saw the light
The chance for me to show you what you meant was right there all my life
Concentrating on the flesh is never wise to do
The legacy you leave is what immortalizes you
All the wisdom you was dropping then, I clearly see
Was making it that when you pass away you'll live in me
Now everyday I see just like you I pray to be
And maybe even give someone the happiness you gave to me

[Hook]

[K-Rino]
They say that pictures can't talk but yet they find the means
Cause when you look at 'em, they place you in a time machine
Next thing you know your laughing, mind state in a better place
Remembering a past moment like it was yesterday
Keep their memory alive and never let it fade
Tell your children 'bout the impact that their presence made
And even though the tears flow you gotta still rejoice
At least two or three times a day I can hear your voice
When they said that all ends with time they wasn't lying
My grandparents, Jerry, A.C. and my cousin Bryan
God is in control, know he got our best in mind
If only life was like a movie, you could press rewind
The loss of a loved one can totally engross ya
It can split a family up or it can bring them closer
Just keep in mind, the Sun shines once the night is gone
I won't pour no liquor out but I can write a song
Word to your mother I'm the over weight lover
A beat of the clock to watch the grand tick tock
Blowing up the system in my shorts
Summer...Summer...Summer is here nothing to fear

Girls in hot shorts the curves on there hips
Hitting the gym no where to begin
Solid as a rock cause I got a big ****
Pulling down the dope joint over my head

Wake up dead a head full of lead
A nine at my back homeboy giving me a heart attack
See you on the flip side cheese
That girl will knock you to you knees

We got the stereo blasting
Body kit cars in the mix
Smoking a blunt to my head
Snoop is singing my favorite song

Gin & juice better then the blues
New sneakers on Nike and I'm not blind
Sound the alarm playing spades on the patio
Banging hot ladies somebody save me

Long hair, short shorts & a weave
Knock you to your knees I got to sneeze
Sugar is sweet like hot in the oven
Better then kissing your second cousin



You say I'm not dope well your all wrong
The stereo is playing my favorite song
Going to play pool with a couple of friends
Should I knock over another mail box

It all depends while I boogey right down to the socks
What's my claim to fame sense the like of Scott La Rock
Pulling on my **** cause you want a another push
Honey's in my sofa and some under my hood

Some are just no **** good
What's a young homeboy to do
Bitten off more then I could chew
What's the golden rule
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
Tariffs

White Man

Presbyterian

Catholic Wife

Popery

You have not done enough for the Black man,
and you do not care enough for the Black man...
be my homeboy.

White patriarchy
shattered
by anti-heterosexist
civil right
love affair.
Come have ****** relation
with your family,
and the World.
Come World have ****** relation with
Black
right
and we will call it Jewish?

World peace
if not for bigotry
then whom?
Trump?
https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2019/12/11/trump-sign-anti-semitism-order-critics-say-stifles-free-speech/4396213002/
Megan Sherman Apr 2017
Thou hast not the facilities to make contact with this,
These melodies that maketh my appendages swell,
And throb with deepest passion's bliss,
No crime is my rhyme, or my feet that dance and dwell,
Those anodynes to my depressed mood,
An extra lofty homeboy from the oaktown,
My reputation as such precedes me, a lewd
Beat as this; thou has not the facilities to touch, nor its reknown.
Must I labour the point? This beat is beyond thy reach
Yes I must labour the point: Thy hands cannot fathom this,
Massive melody with wanton wickedness replete,
With their guidance thou cannot go amiss.
    With mighty longjohns and bonny lasses,
    I spit my lyrics for the masses.
carry me through the barren leaves in braids of trees life is a known mystery
locked horns with the mere notion of joy as a bat with girl meets boy lift your head high
cool your jets lest I confess that life is but a test I must confess turn the radio on
sing a song so we all can get along smile cause it's contagious nothing outrageous
be engaged with your new jack swing did I hear the door bell ring

live long and prosper give cadence to the helper warm to shelter feeling better
keep ya head up dig long on Pac's philosophy in cosmic history ya see a breeze
dizzy in a haze thought for many days like a mouse stuck in its maze
Each of us is building our own dynasty living out our legacy into God you see
Strength comes from up above we sweep things underneath the rug gives a big hug

Homeboy got a nine to his head begging for bread face full of lead
I'm a leader and never a follower come in store lest I implore something more
playing our favorite song on the radio face on a pillow sniffing liquid jello
Hello, we must increase the beat to promote its tempo long lines being formed
Curse the very day you were born better wait your turn hearts to yearn

Spinning like a top homeboy do think a lot boogy down to the socks
got to be bilingual take you places to go like Kool Moe Dee making sweet history
faces, places & spaces...midnight traces making the Margarhetti an explosion in the mind
sipping on cherry wine everything is quite fine created from a great design
put me in the swing it don't mean a thing
we traveled too far to turn back now
don't look behind when your hands on the plough
sugar is sweet so sweet like honey I'm going to be the man who takes home the money
nothing phoney i'm in the new jack swing
living in a land so very mean
just look deeper inside we have nothing to hide
many just watch as things slide
but i'm being caught in the middle playing second fiddle
like i'm at the basketball court and can't even dribble
forget it homeboy you can't even rap
working loose rhymes giving me a heart attack
just be proud of who you are on the inside
we have no good reason to want to run away & hide
open your door for the ladies nothing shady
I learned these lessons from my uncle in the Navy
it's time to act but you say for what
some homeboy's make me want to throw up
can see the sadness in their eyes
does this come at any big surprise
there lying behind a squeeky wheel
where much insist on being no big deal
we just need to relax & take a chill pill
see you on the flip side squeeze with raps that honestly please
write about your passion in what you feel inside
let the God up above be your guide
we are all standing in ovation
when some of us need a rest on a long vacation
rhymes that build up & break some down
don't ever wear your head down in a frown
keep your head up as Tupac once sang
it don't mean a thing if you ain't got that swing
Max Neumann Mar 2020
Nicholas

a cute and blackhaired
boy gentleman homeboy
buddy companion dude and son

his name is nicholas
"victory of the people" meaning:
precisely this

Eden

my daughter's glowing eyes
full of heavens and oceans
yet trees, apples and snakes

"eden" is her name:
name of a divine place
land of sins and land of all of us

is there anything else to say?
they are my my kids and i love them
is there anything else to say?
they are my my kids and i love them

between three oceans silver rocks
and the desert is our place
land of loopholes in a box made of clay

finding our faces in neon-green shores
it's all icy and open for fire
wide fields illuminating twinkling

faces of future shining bright
in a loop black and white
in eden's iris of multicolor

in rainbows of our laughter
our lifes, forever us guys
in a loop black and white

is there anything else to say?
you are my my kids and i love you
is there anything else to say?
you are my my kids and i love you

between three oceans silver rocks
and the desert is our place
land of the multicolored iris
land of the people's victory
Today is a good day.
six gun Mary with her Father Chuck Berry walked down the street one day
along came a spider sitting down beside her then plopped onto her daddy's knee
its been tree years ago  let the truth be told that we seen the rap game swing
in flowing rhymes with nothing to bind spin records as long as we please
today the Princess has one bun in the oven by her second cousin in a ***** style dozen
ain't it a pity when you hate the city and things are getting pretty ******
gravitate to create the beat flows blasting forgive me how i'm acting I'll put the sack in

the streets can either make you or break youjust ask rapper ice Cube when he's in the mood
living in isolation is no private vacation gotta bust a move for sure to improve
got rappers burning it up but some make me want to throw up
talk is cheap but whiskeys quicker suicide is filled with liqour
some say I got this rap game locked but this homeboy tends to think a lot
not a fly by with a gun in your eye make you go by by
when I'm alone in my room then I stare at the wall in the back of my mind i hear my conscience call
Telling me I need a girl wo is sweet as a dove for the first time in my life I see I need love

Nothing to defend ya got a broken fender putting some tonic in ya blender
Red Fox playing Sanford  with Elizabeth he thought that no one gave a ****
for some prison life is the cream of the crop got three square meal with a cot
outside they were just freazing and stealing with another dope dealing
Intellectuals, Philosophers & Poets
burning up the leaves jumping higher up the ladder some are even getting fatter

Going To Hollywood take my game out of the hood cause some folks aren't too good
Get my special sauce ready for my spaghetti as I cruise the city
One foot in heaven but the others in Hell but I got a good story to tell
Hip hop is not the same as it was with the late Scott Lerock busting out fire
in purest desire I tend to deliver even if I have to eat steak with liver
yeah i'm the giver helping folks come together but you got to think rational
yeasterday was such an easy game i used to play awe but then let's face it its still easier today
got to break away to a brand new day as my rhymes displayed couldn't have it any other way

we need to get breaks in our melody working on a higher degree
got bones in your closet but I got this rap game locked it
sit down beside me and you'll soon agree that I'm no casualty
Eminem's beats never stolen from him but its a shame when your defined to be in the rap game
say I got the hook up and its so easy to see a way to pass this off to me
Redman, Drake & KRS-1 have put out great rhymes getting stuff done
got capped in the back of my head

the ground was wet on that dreadful day



my brain swelled through its brazed main gait

swollen lips shooting bits



going get that **** that did this

now I'm in the hospital with wires in my brain



shooting up dope so I can cope with this swing

shadows block as I sit in isolation



dreaming of days on a long vacation

with the bullets flying out high in the street



Homeboy's selling crack not some meet & greet

got to stay positive cause I got hope in my heart



A vision of God while I was lying in the dark

this will light the inner spark to what I need to know



The Lord said to me a sinner never gives

the less that you give your a taker



he held my hand attached to his long cane

this illusion was mess nearly driving me insane



Said to stand tall & to trust that he was in control

lose the lame excuse to bump up the tempo



Showing me further a field of dreams

many people choosing to scream



getting lost in the sauce of compromise

can't you see the truth & turn from Satan's old lies



to my surprise I awoke to my family & friends

that dream gave me hope & a reason to depend



shadows block my vision from within again

I just remember that dream & think about the master plan
get back to the basics busting fat laces running the bases
it used to be cool to obey the golden rule yet that went out the door in 64
open the door for your neighbor then you can chill on a different ice cream flavor
getting fat beats to the rhyme  at the rhyme as a reason in the changing of the season
walk with me talk with me through the passage of time get things in line
went back to the old sand box playing jax bringing along your lunch box sack
have I hit a tender nerve yet the time you'll never will forget
start spreading the disease out living as you please best to get down on your knees
homeboy talk a lot is that what he is doing you bit off more then you were chewing
get back to the basics in flirting faces trading spaces all over each places
remember is was customary to carry your book for your girl that was quite a thrill
take to the limit one more time with Slick Rick & Doug E. Fresh putting you all to the test
there was a lodi dodi in the house where we like to party cause Snoop can do that to
so what's new today getting Eminem to stay free styling on Trump free stylying while the dials on
snap shot moments of the past having so much fun with the hope that it would last
the streets today move faster then ever before some pay a visit to cell block 9 but that is fine
got Pumas on my feet spliff on my sleeve going to the dance hall scene
breaking down rhymes all my critics can kiss my fat behind cause I'm doing fine
Nas, Outcast & Drake never busted a move in such a fake for one step forward then two steps back
turn your radio on to here the words of my favorite song with Akon featured with Fetty Wap
drop it down with fire blowin it up in its purest desire ccause I want to take you higher



this just it so let me begin cause I came here to win in my perfect ten
suckers want to end me to but up the economy but ******* still on me but no I ain't phony
sit back and relax as you bask in the vast expanse between space and time
get back to basics as you remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime
sipping on *** with a hint of sugar for my teeth getting something sweet
your a miracle baby ain't nothing a bit shady working on making that baby
just maybe I get the hook up going stronger then ever before
next you bit kicking it with a two bit ***** screaming out more
get back to basics to set the dial for one more time going to wine, dine & sixty nine
holding my own when my hands on the phone but some insist to stay all alone
life can be a struggle so bartender make my Martini strong like on the double
working together like both Fred & Barney Rubble to stay out of trouble
see ya on the flip side squeeze while you out busy as a bee
going to walk that miracle mile in my hour of power in fullest of desire
until someday you'll see your name up in lights never give up on the fight
look deep in my eyes you shall see the karma of my lasting legacy willing to achieve
took a zip line down to my baby's grind sought out peace for a sure fire sweet relief
rolling them bones in the back of the joint have a 5th in my hand you all understand
made my first grand at the tender age of thirteen washing dishes busy as a bee
come and sit neck to me a story of a homeboy being capped in the knee

there's a whole host of rubbers when your in trouble make my Martini strong on the double
just like Fred & Barney Rubble need to keep your head up no its not some set up
wear your Sundays best yes life is a big test but now we rest
flirting with fire blowing it up in the most fullest desire coming down to the wire
music is in my blood just like a cow chews on its cud kinda sweep some things under the rug

there's magic in the music scene rolling out the red carpet like a village queen
living in a land so very mean got one foot in heaven the others in hell
but I got a good story to tell two rappers in the night looking so bad for a fight
one hand on the mic the other on the floor sweep blood off the floor sweeping for more
plenty plenty stop shopping at J.C Penney spinning records the best way they can

soaring to new heights that is their right a good cause to focus filled with cement shoes singing the blues
Freddie Mercury died of aids but he isn't a distant memory folks come sit next to me
there's a promise that's made in the dark coming to its fullest light
bitter sweet liqour the ***** was holding my finger don't call me late for dinner

it's a crowning achievement to stay in the zone you maybe home all alone
try to be mindul stay in the moment when you take a shower feel the warmth on your back
here the birds chirping outside the smell of the perfume scent love the decor of the room
treasure a red rose that was plucked a time before you gave your old lady making gravy
not to shady we meet in the middle playing second fiddle as you may dribble
things come and go but this much I know we bust up the beat to promote the tempo
brocoli rob
smoke the hemp
the day after that mechanical man Al Gore took the stand
I couldn't cry over Bourdain
tried to see what he was up to next but it was too late
a Chinese man was in the alley taking a *** ***
just after elder Bush touched some bush he gets in trouble again
this time was his friend Dan Quayle in drag
the truth can hurt at times so refined never second guessing
I'll start professing a good cause to come clean living in a land of mean

Bourdain was for Bourdain so why should we complain
the guy was totally insane taking his own life for the sake of what ?
you make me want to throw up in mouth mouth blame, ***** & pout
the beautiful thing is when the fat lady sings but sorry it still isn't over then
got fish for frying and i'm not lying
environmental sound like Dan Quayle in a gown
stick it to the man who once said,"Yes We Can"!
more drama for your momma in comes homeboy Obama
Trump is busy working with the wall trying to stand up ten feet tall
Cold **** sorry that I missed a sacred kiss with a hero in our mist.

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