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LL Lupe Jan 2015
Whatever it is, Regardless if right.
I know in my heart it will be alright.
Mellow at ease and high strung from above.
Adonis? Coeus? Aidos? Which one? Which one!

Heavens forbid we know I'm the Lupy one...

Why can't I figure out his inner soul and ways.
This god is a tricky one and I'm getting my play.
I swear my grief and distress will be no trouble to you.
For I'm falling in love with him and there's nothing I can do.

Time we have, but not too much more please!?
Is he my keeper or destroyer, when will I see?
Whatever this is, whatever the might.
The way that he held me that night insures its alright.

Alright my love, here its goes.
Am I digging my own grave?
Or building up our castle stones?
In through the mouth and out through the nose.

O God like one, is it love or just a show from above?
Mateuš Conrad Feb 2017
nagłon a ja lupa i ja
wgard... i mokra, ja,
Moskiev... koszule mokre....
na gawron... ja płacz...
i w noc, i w czar ten tło ka ka
a raczej w tło lupy iskr...
tak... bliżej.. dalej... bliżej! dalej!

ale ja Moskiev, i oto oi na wojne,
to warte: ęć - ha ha warte ojca,
i tego, i wolne, it warte watrę...
cię, you... or what was said
to be evil... a night spent in Warsaw,
or a night i never wished i had spent...

wedle barw...
na tło... o tu huja se ma!
ty mi nie centurion
deutsche!
  hałk i lombard ego!
prawie żyd, prawie taki owy pan...
niech mnie gnat i gwałt taki
obezwładni: czyli ten,
który, kto nigdy tam
  nie raczył znaczyć wprot: list.

oj ubogi, oj ubogi, ty.

ss-man, nein!
death to ****! life! ****,
not in america... bored from life...
smooch the two of
equal strand!
ya, deutsche!
as ire stupid, came to lay claim...
dumb irish are ready to join
islam, and make a bomb...
as the dumb irish are ready to do.
boo and readier with boom!

boom!
lost the concern for a shamrock
dance.

how i wish to forget having the capacity
to speak english...
ugh...
    how i wish to forget it...
it's so crisp, so pristine...
so worth being unfathomable.
LL Lupe Nov 2014
Me, myself, and I with baby Lanor.
Double L trouble lighting bulbs of full force.
Setting out to every god like attraction.
Setting my path down without guilt reaction.
Burn the prize into the eyes they say.
Her eyes of Siren persuade a different way.
Pain, grief, and distress a burden blessed from above.
A curse is the worse when your the only Lupy one.

So down in into fifth, the fifth I must go.
Lets go! Lets go! Before the sun grows too old.

— The End —