"leakin" poems
Yeah it's one shot one ****
Plottin' against my enemies will soon to be killed
Bullets feedin' ya last meal
Dope rhymes sedatin' like pharmacy pills
Since hataz got no chill heads I'll drill now you leakin' out like oil spills
Or a radiator angelic caters none could create a
Flows nasty as mine poppin' a multiplicity of shells I'm one of a kind
Thoughts intertwined
****** into a demons intervention contenders in suspension from the soul lynching
Caught in the realms of heaven and hell & you can smell
The ashes burning fermentin'
time runnin' slower than molasses
My murders be classic enemies dramatic causin' static
Shoot more than Bird combined with Magic
Workin' my Johnson on the tracks tonsils sittin' as a hip hop consul underground magul
**** longer than Repunzels hair follicles
Cookin' up sigils into a *** of gold no rainbow snortin' sir nose
D'void of Funk rattlin' the earth from the bass in my trunk blazin' skunks
Abraxas I'm embracin' one of my goetias when facin' ain't no replacin'
Fools givin' chase
and to tastes of demonic faces
My flows replenish like **** laces
Blunts turn into ashes dump it out on the masses
Epidemic mase deaden your pace hazardous like toxic waste
Adversaries don't wanna face
Off like Nicolas to Travolta livin' in an ultra violent culture
Cleatin' into ya flesh I be the stalkin' Vulture mulchin' ya
'til ya
A dissembled particle blank photo in the article from curvin' emcees with my surgical
lyrical sickle stare into ya eyes as the blood trickles
Down ya body you easily brickled rhymes artificial
My soul sour as a pickle no tickles
Could move me or influence thee my legacy
Lay cinematography like A. Hitchcock in the 50s huh
Ya soon to be a death reel for thrills
Rememeber
All I need is one shot one **** forreal!!!!
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
[ final, before flight ]
learnt through dusty feet
and stomachs growlin’ their
dyin’ growls. days and weeks
with leakin’ roof, and
nature’s bountiful army
marchin’ on and through.
candle-lit synthetic canvas
absorbin’ fired raditation,
*** upon baked ground
starin’ at drunken fire pit –
conversed two hours, and
with dawn one side meld’d
in the dancin’ orange and reds.
walk’d macadame, in full June
the tar bubbled to the surface
and patch’d holed soles –
surfaced skin, turn’d black.
graveyard of gypsum;
burnt out child’s playground;
horse protectin’ territory, or life;
pawnin’ everything not bolt’d down –
death of materialism,
birth of a **** off mentality.
bought Black-and-Milds so to
reroll a few cigarettes,
save wood tip for later use.
save everything for later use,
stash everything for later use.
stab’d in stupidity and
made to mend the wound with
worries of:
will i use this hand again?
[ C ]
cryin’ for Annie, cryin’ out,
knowin’ she will return without
my concern. knowin’ she’s
probably rummagin’
through some neighbor’s house.
cryin’ out. cryin’ out.
lyin’ down on pallet’d floor,
gettin’ usher’d out so
she could ****
[ A ]
mouse detectives on VHS,
an awkward glance at left –
all the signs, none of the glory.
misdirectin’ for no reason,
reappearin’ without reason,
disappearin’ for every reason.
[ T ]
road impart’d day’s heat
through all the night, and
moon lit unknown paths.
cryin’ out, peddlin’ faster,
carryin’ weight in
hope at final penance.
no penance.
[ O ]
an artist’s rush,
turn’d paper to masterpiece
with seemin’ lack of effort.
stole heart, keel’d in, cast off to
placebo girl in roomate’s bed.
- - - abrupt ending
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 3:43 AM UTC
I cant blame the influence that defined the ear
Or poke fun at the child with a leakin defined tear.
Some have roamed the ocean and remained perfect in their own,
But to the one who created a master piece
Blind to the definitive night mustve been prone
To such acts a long time ago.
You’re praised, just watch out for Brutus.
Matter of fact, tell him to secure his hand from himself
Most arent ready, but to you I say, “Run and never come back.”
You already are… Oct 30 12:21 good morning
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 6:00 PM UTC
He didn’t hear the shot comin’
Before he knew it, his heart managed to stop runnin’
Another free soul, like a pedal that dances in the wind
Mid-twenties type and with metal piercin’ his windpipe
This soul is turnin’ its head, it doesn’t realize it
It sees a man on the floor, but doesn’t recognize him
That man was him; and no one is missin' him
It’s evident - vacant lot, body leakin’ the crimson evidence
The lights flicker around him, the hands of time are frozen
And in the distance it's clear that certain words are spoken (...stay)
It must be heaven!
His grandparents, old buddy Evan,
Even an uncle he lost way back in '97
Beautiful angels appear
And whisper in his ear,
"Blessed child, your soul will rest here.”
They're lightly guidin' his hand
Towards his uncle
Smile on his face, they tell him,
"Almost there."
He tries to grab him.
GASP
He thought he had him.
GASP
But in an instant-
GASP
He's gettin' distant.
GASP (.....th... m.)
He's gettin' dragged
To the fiery depths of the underworld
Lost souls cry out in agony
At the crash of thunder
Lucifer's agents appear
And screamin' in his ear,
"Putrid lamb, your soul will suffer here!"
And with it, piercin’ his skin,
Makin' him face
The very sins he committed!
"ALMOST THERE!!"
They're wreaking havoc
GASP (....ith...m.)
Won't let 'em have it
GASP (s..y..h...)
But in an instant-
GASP
He's gainin' distance
GASP (Sta..th... m.)
Feedin' his soul à la carte
A tortured fresh start to life after death?
But just then, the beatin' of his heart…
Listen…
(……th… me.)
BEEP
(stay….th…e.)
BEEP
(Stay….w…me)
BEEP
(Stay with me!)
BEEP
*“Blood pressure’s normal.. he’s coming to.”
“There you go! Stubborn young man, aren’t you? Stay with me, son – you’re not dying tonight. Not on my watch.”*
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:59 AM UTC
leakin through my veins
seepin past my heart
it freezes my soul
can’t get past the cold
air of the dark-
ness
that I breathe in
scream to fight off
but it won’t stay off
i’m betrayed and i’ve frayed to shards of
an old ghost
lost my glow
lost that elected touch.
Oh I want the goodness
but the goodness don’t want me.
or could it be…
“Help me get out, hell is holdin on.”
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 11:13 AM UTC
A melancholic I am becomin'
I wish that you can feel my teardrops on your skin
After a long time I have been keeping in
Now the dams are leakin'
Trying to not make you feel mean
I hope this thing does not begin
When you are talkin'
It makes me feel like there is somethin'
You are the reason I could feel the adrenaline
When you are starin'
You make my heart stopped beatin'
When you are lookin'
I stopped breathin'
Now I am fallin'
Yet I do not want to get drownin'
It will make my head start spinnin'
Something I put on my face, it is a big grin
And now I am gigglin'
Because I am forgettin'
The reason for all those things.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
hard to get but i gotta connect
i am a regular cat tryina get
not much time so we gotta jet
all that while i connect to Cat
have we met? common we've done that
where you at? is what i'm tryina get
i want you, wanna see you striptease
do that for a little than get on your knees
get down to bizz ness lets get you *******
party like famous this about to get shameless
you a tease - i like this, let me hit this
such a **** pretty little miss
i start out slow then go all the way in
you turn me out i'll keep going back in
touch your chest i like to lick em
bite a little on your *******
catch the rhythm lets get with it
let me look at you for just a minute
so much heat when you get loose
foreplay is over now i cruise
down your thighs i gently touch em
our bodies touch hearts are punchin
your ***** moist? i'll make it wetta
i want you moanin, and in sweat, yeah
**** me Cat lets make you bounce
let me hear your cries and sounds
i'll keep going steady bangin
i won't stop until you beggin
*** on your.. umm keep this a secret
you'll feel your body getting weak yo
lets have fun and get our freak on
*** so hard that you start leakin
would you like that? tell me honey
ain't **** betta for the money...
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
Dj spinning the wheels of steel
Best lyrics I spill that send thrills
Picture perfect Picasso
Make my own moves like Carlito
Move dinero black don Vito
Keep suckas in check
So stay off my grande bicho
We turn culo into closed
Casket I'm.cold heartless ********
That's my persona
Smoke more yay then T Montana
Took a bite of the forbidden monzana
Tell these fools I don't bang
With panics only frantics
Childish antics make for required carcasses
I'm bark up the wrong trees
Rivalries I love em I'm.above em
Eight levels ahead with mad bread
Hotter than a baker
Brew up the hardest thymes
The lyrical barrister call me Mr
Big stuff Cuz my peace heavy d
Mid weight like hos who can shake
They **** looser than Jello
I'm a president never let me peoples go
Modern day pharaoh with a thorough
Of wisdoms hearts full of clay
Which means I'm cruddy no fears
Show ya real tears like when the shot gun
Enters ya body goin at 200 miles per second
I'm reluctant the only one to ever bless the mic when I recite don't try to fight
Only to meet ya fall and mobster even gall
After me butnnever touch my epitome
In the safe house with my spouse
Tucked in ya blouse
Homes!! Ya minstrel cycle leakin'
Which means ya close to shakin'
Hands with the grim reaper
Puff cabbage make the biggest clouds
Now ya resting lovely open casket
Awaiting to be covered with the shroud!!
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
actuated lust im dangerous
nobody in space time knows what we're doing
its taboo darling
sweet suckling, unbuckling
she and him and me and her
******* over over
again
forget the stacks and ask no questions
live like ya gone
agonal, in the moment
detached retina against the glass
and lights appear to be on fire
easy comin as she does it
rollin under juicy thunder
the salts of my composure
leakin from my porous structures
leaving from me like a rock
that is my physical elixir
tape it on the imagr
hashtag @ lucifer
on tube hollerin at my girl
i want to trend just like zelda
hit ya with a face melta
blow up on their youtube
for seven seasons off the bat
and when im at the party
all the girlies will sit on my,
eh, it isnt what i live for like tools on MTV
give me sunshine to recondition your condition on BET
i contracted some system disease from way too much TMZ
and my condition is conditioned by youtube conspiracy
i cant relate i am afraid
of what is hiding up my sleeves
i hit the brains
and bust the **** off this run away train called
the radio whenever the news of the day is some dumb *** **** or some ferrari driving ***** that has her own ****** up slave drama telivision series.
we are so angry
inside computers inside of us inside
a web of statistic dimentia
and **** yourself if you ask
"der, i dunno. what is normal"
you *******
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:09 PM UTC
And it goes it lil somethin
Like this
Woke up one morning super early
Had a thought that dawn on me
Shinin' brightly
It just might be
Them spirit's entering my mentality
In actuality my locality
Be in a hidden temple
Darkest state of mind
Searchin' deep but all I could find
Is more pain more misery
Everything's a mystery
Don't know who I really am
According to Uncle Sam
I go by numerals in serial
**** this system gots to go
Cuz it's only makin us poor
We say peace but it's subliminal for war see the gore
Pain struck in membranes
These folks going insane
Thinkin voting gonna stop the progression
Agenda propaganda made under the tables labels
Got us in confusion
Now lil boys can be girls
And girls can be lil boys
This ain't no joy no sunshine
Or rain
I just see the tears of nature in the window pane
Trees streakin' bark leakin'
Its a cry of nature can ye hear her weapin'
I haven't seen the Most High this upset since the first cataclysm
This is world is just a prison
And we fightin for freedom
Everyday in a cell
What's the difference between
Reality and a cell well
Ain't much of a distance
We still pay bills all made from Capitol Hill nope I do for the thrills
This ain't No shill so just chill
As I blow a breeze
That make everybody spin
Took a few shots of gin
Let it settle in
Then my mind start to percolate
Spinnin' like helicopter blades
Preachin' raids trying to invoke melees no delays
We takin' over from from Tejas to Guatemala Bay
Say I see angry denizens
Holding artillery and then
Once the bombs burst
I envisioned DC tricks in hearse
None could stop the pain
War scars across ya peen
As the world goes insane
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
im chiseled like prismarine
even my contemporaries gleanin
got me leanin
on my doses
part ya brain waves like moses
separate me from fantasy
you get me bad
down so bad from actors
tv mackin on my lean
its so painful
the madness consume ya
wipe the sweat from ya cheek
ya in my ball pit boy
i got ya by ya underwear
so if ya dare
scream if ya dare
i bare my fanging fetish
make ya scream even louder
and louder little lungs fillin with water
even chumps be leanin over
fetish freakin overloader
keep me creepin
company secrets come a leakin
six score sound beacon
head turnt up for what we seekin.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
Fools still hatin' on my left and my right
But freeze once I show up on sight **** the set you claim
This is a gang hoo bang on them lames
Texas ain't never had a shame
Though we country as ****
We'll stabbed ya with ya blood leakin' from ya guts
Gangsta strut so what?
If they ain't feelin' us
I got army surplus plus
You to me is like Ginobli to Kobe
So if you owe me
Better make sure you pay me
Or you'll be weighing ya head
On the concrete
Losing gravity couldn't shatter me
Naw
My nines is quick **** all that talking in ****
This ain't a lip wrestle I'm tryna plug a hole in head
Bigger than a vessel
Study harder than Gesell
Shoot more rhymes than Sam Casell
So **** that ******** ya sail
We be the ocean
Wettin' Up everythang
Cars banks schools even the street gangs
Building demain kamikaze like Japan understand
My flows box em like jellyfish
One touch ya bound to diminish
Chained like a linked fence
To these rhymes I clench
With a fist around the microphone
Serve em with the skulls n crossbones
So step into my zone
If you will end yo mass appeal
Steppin' to the real
Turn rappers frail soon to be derailed
I got speed like Cruise bombs coming yo way
So watch what ya say
For you hear the sounds of an AK
****** never has delays
Excitin' angels melees
So many try to slay but end up on a sleigh
To hell where all them ******* dwell
My pistola drink up bodies more than a smile with a coca cola
So move over
New sheriff in town so bow down
Cuz when come through it'll be the ultimate showdown
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
No end in sight Afghanistan
Still burnin’ flags out in Iran
Chinese steel grip
The Fuhrer’s fist
Still poundin’ on the podium
As Appalachia still succumbs
To ethnic cleansing *****
Peace-keepin’ like a North Korean
Sleepin’ on a Puerto Rican
Leakin’ all the in between and
Still you people think he’s speakin’
For the huddled masses, middle classes?
Cuttin’ taxes
For the battle axes cashin’ in
On truth denial gasses
Maskin’ babies bodies buried in
The Stormy normalcy
And no apology for Johnny
See why Colin took a knee?
Or did you miss the racial murders
Every single ******* day
I guess you missed the homelessness
Or the unequal gender pay
And when the kids take to the streets
You shut them up with adderall
Then seal them up behind a wall
Until their world’s a shopping mall
And then the Columbine each time
A new disorder
Breaks the mind
Until the Nero anti-hero
Comes to muse of its decline
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
Whoa oh-, they're tyin' to make her walk on water
Whoa oh-, but they're drownin' on lies
Whoa oh-, it's quite a ride on the teeter totter
Somebody has to be sorely crucified
Don't drink the kool-aid at the end of the day
Thinkin' "nothin's happenin'" will only lead you astray
Stay tuned tommorow for the episode will be surely changed
Bein' on the down low now has been rearranged
Shock value, they have been usin' to brainwash ya
Shock Value, so gaudy it's found at the five and dime
shock value, because by now it doesn't even surprise ya
You come to expect it all the time
Don't expect what you want from all the posterin' fools
Babblin' media, using leakin' conversations as tools
The caustic social dilemmas, cascadin' through our life
Already mountin' fear they are openin'ly giving to our strife
Whoa oh-, She's never gonna be walkin' on water
Whoa oh-, We'll be exposin' your lies
Whoa oh-, no more games is what we're after
We just be tired and want to get on with our lives
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
Who can hang with the flow
None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe
Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows
Yo I be rippin'and then dippin'
Tearin' up emcees
Like slams of Scottie Pippen my clips in
Begins mad *********** static the stations
Once I step to the nation makin' innovations
My team's basically waiting invoking Satan
Many not Makin? Their moves ya vital signs leakin' homes
I'mma keep rappin' til in a funeral home
I'm makin' rap mortuaries to every body who get buried
And married into the afterworld it varies
Scenarios carry easily we hurry hotter than jamacian curry
Lookin' at my right hand my pistol grip pumpin'
Increase hearts ya jumpin' ivs dumping
Tryna keep you alive bumpin' all jive yo we always into something.....
My ****** rate dominate in all states undercover I'll annihilate
And humiliate to those that wanna test thier fates
I'm makin' casket crates three in a row seven each
That means twenty one bodies leach I preach
What I teach never a leech ya contracts breach
Eulogy given flows hit like Julius Jackson stickin'
Uppercuts from ya head to gut ya know what
We bout to do **** ya crew like soundview
Feel the blast spin around adversaries like Taz
Leave a destructive path death gets the last laugh
Powerful paragraphs that entice blood baths
Master the craft still layin' my grande shaft
A **** ero sick with the turntable beatin' labels
She feelin' on my cables my necklace ain't no checkin' this
Yo this ****** Ludacris number one spot I keep locked
Like an Alcatraz prison spiritually risen
Ya mentals genuflected from the music that christens
Who can hang with the flow
None so suckas don't wanna go toe to toe
Blow for blow we shuttin' down any shows
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 5:18 AM UTC
I'm afraid to look into my rear view mirror
Something's creepin up on me
There's a train wreck comin that I can't see
I'm gonna be squashed!
Like a bug on the wall
Like a bug on the wall
And all my hopes and dreams
Everything I thought I'd be
Will go leakin out of me
Leakin out of me...
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 11:54 AM UTC
Attention seekin
Troubles peekin
Flooded by thoughts
My mind starts leakin
Before I know it
My mouth starts speakin
going off the deep end
I might as well start drinkin
Then I get a text saying you were dead
I was supposed to see you this weekend...
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
So I'm looking into the mirror
I thought I saw me
But it's just another figure
Taking shape of me
Looking just like me
******* I'm think I'm in insanity
But no it's just my thoughts talking out of my mental
Tellin me it's going to be a miracle
Thought I died at birth
Only to be smacked right
Back to earth
Naw mean?
The most high wasn't ready for me to die
So I took the position
And said I'm not gone cry
No matter how deep the pain
From family stains
Foes to friends hoes
They all the same
Like ropes people only hang on
Til the strings thin
And gone
Right up in yo casket
Tears come to shed
But no tears was shed
When you wasn't makin bread
I flow like water calm take shape and form
Of anything my enemies cling
But they'll be in a sing
Wishing yosef didn't come with a sting
I used to have value but now I have none
*** they done
Everybody out for self
So I guess big yosef gotta look out for self huh
Now you heard quoted from my poetry
They say I ain't raw
But I be the rawest poets
Speak from the heart
Since I gotta bad start
This ain't no ballad
This straight from a solja mouth
And I'm from the ***** south
So I talk country with accent
Fools got me bent
Thinking I'm gone repent
Never surrender
My nine millies lovers to bang
Leave my enemies
Head leakin' from the brain hang
I gotta killa instinct
Cuz of the army made feel no pain
So now my soul done went stiff as a statue
Now I'm just a ghost value
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC