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Ston Poet Dec 2015
Uhh,..Young Ston, What up..
Shoutout to my hustling **** ******..Shoutout to my hustling gangstas..Uhh, Shoutout to all my hustling ****** ******, Shoutout to all my ****** real ******, aye..

/OFTR, We ****** Hustlers man & , (we handle our business, Yeah2)..Aye we some ****** real ****** & we (handle our business4),Our business Yeah..OFTR we ****** Hustlers man , Aye we some real ******..****** young ******, , but we (handle our business4) our business..(Yeah we handle our business2).. Handle (our business2)..,OFTR, we gangstas..we ****** hustlers man Yeah we stay high all day. ,but (we take care of business, Yeah2)..we take care of business man.. Handle (our business3)..we some ****** real ******, but (we get to business, Yeah3)..We ****** Hustling young ******.. (young real ******2)..gangsta (thugging..real ******3)...Yeah,OFTR, We ****** Hustlers,man..(We handle our business..3) (Yeah we handle business3) man...we (handle business,2)..our business (we handle..our business..2)(our business2)..***** (Yeah we bout our business4)..We some ****** Hustling (Thugging..gangsta ******3)..OFTR..(****** young ******3),..but we bout our ****, Yeah we ****** (Hustling Gangsta young ******3),We gangstas *****..ONLY FOR THE REAL..
Aye Yeah..
(we handle our business
4)..handle (our business3)..Aye we some ****** Hustlers man Aye, Yeah (We bout our business2).Yeah we (take care of business2).. We take care of (our business..2)business..We busy

We bout our business, Yeah we handle business man, We some Thugging ******, we some gangsta ****** & (we stay ****** *****2)..Aye, but we all on our **** man, Yeah..We ****** Hustlers *****, Yeah (we handle our business2)..(our business3)..Yeah..Uhh
I wake up in the morning I gotta Thank God, & I gotta get (back to ryhming, back to grinding
2),back to taking care of business..my business *****,Aye, they say stick to what you do best & stick to what you know man..& stay true to yourself, don't let these devils confuse you & mislead you  to the wrong path my *****..

Aye, hard work doesn't go unnoticed & that's real talk, this is real game from a younging, don't be scared to learn something from me, don't be a fool man, I know they don't know too much about me, The Young ****** Disciple, but I'm one of the realest rappers that's still alive tho dude, Fo sho,I'm the best rapper in Atlanta OFTR, we our own league dawg..& I'm the commissioner, we will never fall, we stand tall, & We forever gone ball, stay strong, & keep grinding.., Yeah, we take care of business..
Yeah..We bout our business..

/We ****** Hustlers, ****** (young ******,2) that (handle our business,2..)(our business2)..Yeah we take care (of business3), Yeah/2
Aye we getting to business..man , I'm making these hoes famous just for one night my nig,I'm macking on these hoes,like the 70s, then I'm (back to business
2) man..I handle (my business2),yeah, my ***** I'm too much , too handle, I'm too much to control,Young Ston *****..(too much2).. Man
I got the full control of my music..I got the control now Kendrick,..Uhh,I'm proving all of them ***** *** critics so wrong now man..They made a big mistake dobuting on a young *****, a ****** Hustling Thuggin Gangsta,ayo The system created a monster that's about to go off like Godzilla on my city dawg, I'm causing alot of chaos my *****,no regrets
Fo show dude ..Ohhwoah..Uhh.

Shoutout to my hustling **** ******..Shoutout to my hustling gangstas..Uhh, Shoutout to all my hustling ****** ******, Shoutout to all my ****** real ******, aye..OFTR
We ****** Hustlers.. ONLY FOR THE REAL
mufucker
Yeah..
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Andrew Rueter Feb 2018
This is the mountain I'm climbing
Due to circumstantial timing
The triumphant peaks change over time
Just one of this mountain's many crimes

The rocks on this mountain are flawed
But the mountain is flawless
Nature enforces restrictive laws
So my life becomes lawless
Through this insanity
I can't find my humanity
It's gagged and bound
In the lost and found
On this lonely hill
Where I get my fill

It's an uphill battle
Getting above this mountain
My conscience rattles
My eyes pour like a fountain
When I see everything suddenly
Like halos hovering
Over my past
Lying dead in the grass

Sometimes I must traverse a log to go over a bog
Then I must do the inverse to go under the smog
There are countless endeavors
Through varying weather
That leave me very confused
And frantically panicked
This mountain provides a view
Of the entire planet

This mountain made of dust
I scale because I must
Stillness develops rust
When cliffs await us
I see dead pioneers on the ground
I see weary travelers all around
I see fellow climbers as brothers
Unless I see them as a lover
Then I want to go cave exploring
Before my grave ends the story

Things should get weird
If banality is to be feared
In order to make a mark
Even if it's in the dark
To be perfectly candid
This mountain is my canvas
I carve my face in it as I go up
But my face changes as I grow up
So I start swag jacking
The backpacking
Mirror macking
Confidence lacking
Mountain attacking
Climbers
So I can find a crevasse to fit into
This mountain is easy to give in to
Can be found in my self published poetry book “Icy”.
https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1
I've been thirsting to burst your bubble since
I heard the low-down we may be over-
supplied with a green-backed bird called Money,
that trollop spread-wide by aliases

A mark, a yen, a buck or a pound
A buck or a pound, a buck or a pound


To a layman's ears unlearned in the fine-
tuned registers of glib-tongued financiers,
it may ring up as reason to cheer with
no tinkling of trouble, but if Money

Is all that makes the world go around
that clinking, clanking sound
(they do say)

She sings, clangs a bit hollow when she clings
too heavy in alms of poorly wrung hands,
it's then well-heeled sit'n spins'll turn us about
to the golden-gapped beams of bankers mouths

For Money makes the world go around
The world go around, the world go around


And will till johns who hold little put less
stock in the **** pitches of slick-macking
daddy Street with his tricky fat pay backs
for the ounce of love he's flouncing to sell.
(Lines in italics are lyrics taken from Cabaret's "The Money Song" by Fred Ebb)

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 License.
Akira Chinen May 2016
Terrified... no... not terrified
Mad?  Of course I am mad!
Stircken with madness!

My every emotion heightened
I can hear and feel every sound from heaven, earth, and hell

Impossible to describe when or  how she started to haunt me so.
All day and night in dreams she walked with me.  
Something in her voice... something dancing there in her words
And those eyes, eyes more endless than the oceans
Yes, her eyes!

Yes, her eyes drove me into this insanity.
Her eyes, heavy in dark storms, dancing with demons,
Hiding beauty not meant for mortals to gaze upon
And in their darkness hides something more
Something covered by such black grace
Guarded and tormented by devil and beast

Her   HEART

I dare say this
In no napping nor no dreaming
Will you find
No treasure, no paradise, no living creature
Could be as lovely
As her heart
And her poor heart trapped there
In this private hell


What was I to do?
She hardly knew my name but already
I found myself desperate for her affection...


I awoke in the middle of the night
My soul on fire
My body drenched in longings warmth
My chest ready to burst with madness
The devil sitting at the end of my bed
Politely sipping tea
"Bad dream?" He said with a snicker in his teeth
"No...no... I know..."
He inhaled deeply,
"I can smell it on you."
His teeth growing wider with his smile.
"Love...that's it, isn't it?"
I answered not...
Nothing good would come of it...
He had murdered my heart and soul before
More than once or twice
"Come, come now, son... you know I mean no harm."
The devil continued
"What a beautiful sight, this dream of yours.  Oh... those eyes... You poor boy, you never had a chance"
He laughed and sipped and sipped and laughed.

"Love sweet love... Is there nothing more sickly heavenly than love.  You fools will do everything and anything for it...
Lie, cheat, steal, ******...
Anything that is, accept,... treat it well
"

And ****
He was gone

He was right though
My own heart
Dead and buried beneath the floor boards of my soul
Hidden in the darkness
Safe from the ills and pains and beauty of  

LOVE

And it was my own hands
And sinister villainous laughter
That had murdered and buried it there
So long ago
Never never
Wanting to feel its beat again
Its foolish beating

Beat beat
Beating

Too high and too quick
Had it flown
Loving and then breaking
Leaving me alone to
Its heartache and woe
Too many times
Too many times to bare
So I hid in the dark from it
Standing still for many days
So still for many nights
Until it knew not where I was
It trembled to think itself alone
It cried there and I nearly laughed
Frozen I remained
Listening to it beat and cry and cry and beat
Then quickly I leapt upon it
And grasped it with both hands
Suffocating the life from it
Holding it down waiting
For its beating

Its beat beat
Beating to stop

And it slowed
And slowed and slowed
Until at last
It stopped
And I knew, oh I smiled to know
I knew I was forever more
Safe from the ills and pain and beauty of

LOVE


I wept, oh how I wept
Why is a heart so magnificent
So lost and troubled in despair
Her heart, so weary
So dreary
Such painful beating

Beat, beat
Beating

Right outside
My dreaming

Dream, dream
Dreaming

What could I do
Other than sit and watch
The horror of this show
My hands no more than ghosts
My voice ached to silent screams
If I could only help
If I could only love

LOVE
Her  HEART


And then I heard it...
Softly
Slowly
My dead heart

My dead
Dead heart

Pounding gently beneath the floor boards
Lost in the darkness of my soul
It grew louder
It grows louder still
I must be hearing its ghost
It cannot be

My dead
Dead heart

But louder and louder
It rang in my ears
My soul trembled from the sound of its beating

Its beat beat
Beating

For the ills and pains
Of love
This could not be
I paced the darkness
In nervous strides
My heart
Was to forever
Remain lifeless and lost
Beneath forgotten floorboards
Deep deep down
In the bowels
Of my lonely soul
I felt its death
Felt it give its last breath and beat
In mine own murderous hands

The ills and pains of love
Macking ridicule of my past deed
No! No... it mustn't be...
Louder... louder... it rang
Sound reverberating from
The hollow of

My dead
Dead heart

Faster and harder and louder
It pounded relentlessly
Pounding like the wings of a mad black bird
Echoing laughter from its beak made of devils horn
I heard... I knew...

That beat
Beat beating

Death had released my heart
Unable to hold and hide and keep it safe from
The ills and pains...
And most of all...
The beauty of

LOVE

No slower than lightning
My heart burst forth
Shattering the hidden floorboards
Splintering the depths
Of my soul
With new ills and pains and beauty of

LOVE

Off it flew
Such foolish flight
Drunk with courage
Oh that stupid stupid heart

Beat beat
Beating

A fools quest
A knights death
Off it went
Beating its black wings
Off toward devil and beast and despair
Guided by the sound
Of her heart
The painful

Beat beat
Beating

That beautiful sound
Right outside my

Dream, dream
Dreaming
Spinning the rhyme roulette, see how many rhymes I could get,
Shines like ice on a baguettes, hope you feeling it, if not I'll **** it,
Revive it, like a miracle from jesus, so many victims, laying an empathy thesis,
To make race baiters, believe us, tease us, but I see the holes in justice,
Yall cant touch us, I'm a keep stacking my mental papers, inhale the vapors,
No hero's falling from the sky, or the bearded guy, standing with a cloak, why,
Lie to yourself, best thing you can do, is to take care of your health,
Lay my stealth, in plain sight I'm not going down, without a fight,
Its gonna take, all of my sight, wrong from right, focused as a height,
Nobody knows real from fake, too many taking a taste, from falsehood bites,
Sign over your rights,
Mastermind, of dumbing you down, with their might, I stay in flight,
Amongst the cosmos, follow ya soul, smell the scents, where Toucan Sam goes,
See the agenda, breaking from the original, new kids ******, for the millenial,
Dont even know a question?, all the know is how to point a smiff and wessons,  
Underpaid wages of teachers, in salary cages, see energies in rage this,
Welcom to the kiss, of life where reality is met with strife, cuts like a knife,
cant find a shorty, who's worth being a wife, so I dip the daily drama,
Til manana, and creek rise everyday, I glance a new pair of eyes,
Mentally paralyzed, icy garlic pressure your points, make ya soul rise,
I broke ties, with my ownfamily, cuz they ain't understanding me,
Tryna bring hope, to the prophecy, it's been written since, the early BC
Cant stop the scenery, folks only play ya close, like lean on me,
Just leech off of your energy, but I peeped my enemies, from miles away,
**** what they say, hands clutched together, watching for the preys,
Double entendre, sounds of thunder, followed by the lightening wonders,
Flashes of multiple colors, sense the serpent's, rising from the gutters,
Too much queso, for the people, to be into a deep financial struggle,
Step through the portal, so I can show, where my thoughts glow, yo,
I'm fronting from a source, break the scenario, cops and lawyers
Still toasting bagel, for political flavors, that they cant even taste,
What a bunch of waste, it's the death of society, in the flash of a memory,
See the fish with mercury, maybe that's why the world, is in insanity,
It's so many, problems to touch on, im.just tryna get my spit on,
Shine like when, the cannabis gets the cracking, yall haters be slacking,
**** the government, with my macking, see the chips that stacking,
So many lacking, for peace while we in the belly of the beast,
The beauty of souls on feast, wandering from west to the valley in the east,

Feel me??
Shoot my arrows of a funky a tip cold brews I sip strip
Titles from rival yo its survival of the fittest the winningest  
Hard for ya digest the best is yet to come from the slums
Of that wicked Houston you know the rockets shooting
Lootin' record pockets with the black market watch us stock it
Underground sounds htown ya know homie it's going down
Slowed up keep the syrup leaning in my cup so let me interrupt
The musical stations with no hesitating old school
Tasting flavors yall still.wasting money no time chasing
Flows been in me since I was a baby treat it like my lady
Golden era emcee spread my trees for every family
Gangstas hustlers thugsters to the teenage jugglers
I'm touching ya with the heat for the streets it's so sweet
Light the swishers to my mouth greet smokes a fleet
I'm so neat I'm so cool make the average hater drool
Know I'm hear to rule slick rick mentality with the jewels
Kangol hat pistols dipped in black plus a stainless steel bat
What's that haps curly naps this a brother that wont nap
Ya dead wrong in the club getting my bounce on
So sing along if ya know the words of the songs
Hit em like the chi-lites to the manhattans chatting
Raw macking smacking the calmest girls roudy in the back end
See her twitching caught my eyes devils temps is dripping
All over me plea the fifth I'm in insanity the man in me
Cant shake the fleas dog I am there I am again against rams
Dodge the bullet who can pull it off like this brother others
Try to come close but cant match this butter to toast
Melt tracks stain out the competition with my lyrical Ajax
As a matter of fact yall just keep listening times whistling
Revelation tune into the stations staring the son masons
7th star glory road signs leak with energy from the divine
Check it this ain't for ****** specs this for the tape decks
Beats I wreck keep these lines in check cold threat
Microphone I hold by own skull with a fiery throne shape clones
What is this brother getting at? Imagine that me
Falling off of the map relapse off of ya mental collapse  
Raps drawn by me in the form of history philosophy
Knowledge of the rhythm in ya grove to the immortal system
I'm hear to stay so let me play no loose words on the air play
Talk that **** that gutta gutta **** invoke fear from the darkest pits
Capernick ice piks fist in the air is a truth or another dare
As I stare into the state of panic ******* it critics
Dont understand it take a shot of whiskey make it a double
I thought we had a free state of mind only to get me in trouble


Got dj quik backing it up with the chop no vocals on the cut
They say what the **** is going on this for ladies n gents grown
Mature establishments immature wanna have it stab it
They cant cuz they bleeding from the old school seasoning
Beats this that **** ya that makes for a rewind or a repeat complete
Once my vocals meet cant stop going off of the beat
Man hold up this is a freestyle gotta go wild gotta go hard
On the charge like Charles Barkaley and all yall barking at me
But won't bite a G me the MC far from a square hit the snare
So I can let yall compare feel this through ya souls atmosphere
Hear me clear eyes bugged like headlights to a deer
Smear any beat I hop on stay strong this is everlasting long
Sound the gong let the battle begin see an eternal witnessing
Don't need the light or a shine to see a diminishing  finished within
Once the realize the damage is settled in happy feeling
Begins a maze your temple is grazed yo I'm never amazed
Measures drastics true natur-al far from a plastic minds elastic
In many forms wipe a nation without the bombs caress  
The symphony  it's so me smoothly spitting on the LP
No delays when I write what i say triggers ricochet
Bounce off like Bobby Boshay oh yeah it's another doomsday
So peep my visions incisions made with out the cut
Deeper than the souls of a gut call me mister King Tut
On a gangsta strut back to streets taking back my seat
With no chair throw ya hands in the air if ya a true player
Oh yeah I told em 2 decades ago I would rock the shows Cristo
Monte blunts smoke slow cash grows see flint of a haters sparkle
I charcoal beef til its obsolete without the heat
So watch ya where ya set ya feet the tools I use is antique
Mystery creek flows is rising everyday no disguising
Wising up over my opponent's yo tell me how ya want it
29 minutes of a freestyle stay wild turn critics wows to smile
Frowns cant even be form cuz you're in the edge of the storm
Calm as I sit in the eye no need to lie as I multiply third eye stys
Craniums shaking earthquake rhymes got em breaking staking
Every thing I touch come through with the cobra clutch
It's the black Dutch ruthless with the grit I hold mold any
Opposition  listen suckas talking bad but ain't stenciling
Nothing bad words make em react to the verbs check the nerves
Ya titles is wrecked im here to collect all dues an aspects
Malcolm Mar 12
https://youtu.be/7Nr5B_xcbMg

We need no intro

These ******* wanna act like they don’t see the game,
Blind to the system,
they livin’ inside of a chains,
They got you distracted with the money,
cars and the fame,
who ya blame ?
But I see the ones pullin’ strings in the back of the frame,
calling your name,
ain't that a shame.
They poison the food an water,
they be lacin’ the sky with the fumes,
Twistin’ the news so the truth is erased from the room, Kaboom
Tellin’ you lies while they tighten the noose on your neck,
ah ha the terrorist in your head ?
******* control you through fear and a check, check check one two then what you gonna do, while government putting the screws in you
History’s twisted, they shift it,
they bury the fact,
never lacking attacking ******* keep macking,
They censor the rebels with the decimal with the decibels and never let real ones react in fact,
They keep us divided, ignitin’ the fire of hate,
trying to make you brake,
sneering, what's fake
******* be smilin’ while sealin’ our fate, no debate
They taxin’ your breath,
got you workin’ from cradle to grave,
Promise you freedom but keep you a government slave.
They poison your mind,
while they shackle your body in chains,
******* in power just laughin’,
they playin’ these games.
They burn all the books, they been twistin’ the history page,
Drownin’ the facts in a system that’s built like a cage.
They tell you to trust in the rules that they break,
But ******* got secrets they never explain.
They start up the wars, then they send you to die in their name,
While they countin’ their money and watchin’ you drown in the flames.
Every election’s a trick,
it’s a show,
it’s a play,
Same ******* be smilin’ while diggin’ your graves
They keep you distracted with *******, with dollars and pills,
Hopin’ you never wake up, to the system they built.
They censor the voices who tell you the truth,
******* be scared when we step in the booth.
They own all the money, the banks, and the land,
They killin’ the culture and takin’ the brand.
They tell you it’s safe, but they lyin’ instead,
Feedin’ you cancer, then taxin’ the dead.
They floodin’ the hood with the dope and the guns,
Then fillin’ the prisons with daughters and sons.
They teachin’ you not to be strong or be bold,
They want you obedient, easy to mold.
These ******* be watchin’ your every **** move,
Tappin’ your phone,
got a bug in the room.
The drones, politicians,
they using’ machines,
They pushin’ the scripts and they sellin’ you dreams.
They trackin’ your steps through the chip in your hand,
Controllin’ the world with a digital scan.
They keepin’ you poor while they printin’ the cash,
Takin’ your house and they kickin’ your ***.
They tell you to follow,
to listen,
obey,
But real ******* ain’t livin’ that way.
We see through the smoke,
we can tell it’s a lie,

We ready for war—ain’t no fear in our eyes.
Copyright ©️ January 2025
Malcolm Gladwin
Song: Truth
Lyrics: Malcolm Gladwin
January 2025
the dirty poet Sep 2018
that macking wasn’t easy
the poor kid had it all
and had nothing
Philip 6d
the faerie mack
lives in a shack
with books so stacked
he's going back

to Faerie, how?
macking women, wow!
really? how?
really, now!

or maybe
not yet?
okay
then when?

— The End —