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The amateur poet Nov 2012
Why even try in school?
Ill runaway to New York
Thats my masterplan
Looking at the times the way these dimes
Droppin' like flies as time goes by thinkin' why?
They living up to a ** status tryna to be the baddest
But forget that you beautiful the way your are
a shining star that's going dim
Tryna impress them ?
But they ain't seeing yo who do believe in?
Me or next man
Setting the masterplan at hand got ****
She fell to the design that was planned
Insecurities rushing cuffin'
to a disease
Invisible melodies stringing her menality
Wake up and stop following these fakes in society
Cuz they don't care about thee
just another bill ya need to seal and ****
These fakes tryna make fame off of a fake name
Only to end up ashamed


Now the next girl was giving her self to the world
Eyes glistening like a pearl yo it makes me wanna earl
She was lusting each scene for the cream and it seems
She can't break away from the siblings
Aphrodisiac beings
spiritually killing
Her soul outta control to many energies swarming a hole
Thoughts dug deeper than an abyss soon to kiss
A gravesite from having to many one nights
Momentarily she's feels good from.the morning wood
And if I could
Change her views but she stuck in her ways
So I guess the pain is there to stay floating away
Me I'm on cloud nine tryna place my self in unison to the sun
an unbecome a fallin' one

Little lost women lookin' for men
To take in can't amend
Their problems but we all got problems
Can't resolve 'em only evolve 'em above the rim
Word to birdie lookin' for the enemies frenzy
See the past I peeped the scenery since the age of three
a golden taste of the coke and Hennessy
Gave me a second chance to glance into the 9th D
A Time traveler wisdom unraveler I'm the savior
Resurrected from death in the form of a fetus
Baby girl wipe ya tears no need to fear
And compare against these buccaneers
Most close their ears so they can't hear
Ya sighs ...bawlin' no stallin'
let's rise
above all of those fallin'..now say...
We
Dance of the wind, shakes the trees, shakes the sky
Turn of the seasons
Turn of the storm
Sweet Ulyses on a broken tulip, dying
Reaching for the last of time
Within the great mystery.
Oh, holy land walking underneathe feet
With tired eyes and repeated lies -
The carrion song breaks down and cries

Yesterday closes in on thought's illusion
Of telling today to run around
Chasing past days gone
For the sake of youth gone
Crystal eyes and flaccid goodbyes
The carrion song breaks down and cries

Under soft caresses of Nature's glow
Ceases to be, the gift of selfishness
Asleep in the fog

Spinning madly, this rock of earth
Around star sun, a one-eyed Buddha
Taking gravity, magnetic energy
Invisible force
Orange burn, holographic sin
Make the clock jump ahead
Forward in time, backward in rhyme
Poor things of words
Emotionless, bodiless
Detailing worlds, both inner and outer
But never receiving rightful admiration
Or recognition
Oh, sad words of symbolic reference
Lay down your weary tune and collapse
Sink back into the void of a hum

Yesterday opens around thought's illusion
Of showing today the masterplan
When bizarre happenings stir the crowd of mind
'Tis the moment to step out of time
And examine the line,
The dire chime of truth
And thus enters the chance to realize
The carrion song that breaks down and cries
My motto is **** the world
no joy in my heart been heartless from the start
and whats love got to do with it
i been acquitted since the devil made me do it
can't help that im hopeless
scopin' out my enemies everybody wanna bury me
cuz all eyez on me and trust me
*****!! i rise back to the top i feel relieved when hearts drop
like bricks **** my **** you trick
i ain't satisfied til i see nigguhs in open casket
though a *******
child stuck in the wild nobody can change me
maybe envy me jealousy keeps a nigguhs strapped
tried to play with the full deck 52 years in week
that means i got 365 days to think
of a masterplan since they wanna get my hand
in cuffs **** all toughs this aint no bluff
im rippin' hearts apart from lyrics full of fury
so what if they take me
i send two middle fingaz to the grand jury
sentence me
but ONly God can Judge Me Nigguh

Never send a boy to a grown mans job
i plan to rob the spotlight late night
shakin' out of cold sweat im thinkin' terrorist threats
yea i know they government despise me
mad at me cuz im black than the next nigguh
cops is crooked so keep ya hand on ya trigger
how ya figure?
thiings gonna get better in the afterlife
when hells already on earth
when i die ill probably be sent as cursed
to the times of the Devil i was made a Rebel
**** everybody and anybody that ain't down with me
i promise youll  feel my treachery
adversary come in different times and signs
lookin' for the perfect crime
****** after midnight focused my sight
and though ill die alone no tears in my eyes
they all dried out **** the clout
no justice no peace this for my hellraisin' peeps
creepin' out the trenches
leave nigguhs stuck like they fist clinched  on fences
only god can judge me
This is for the
Real homies n thugs
Hangin' on the block
Still cockin' a glock
To the cops
Slangin' dope pushin' hoes
N what not?
N we still swangin' with open tops
Monte Carlo on elblows
What the **** ya know?
About it my nigguh i been in the game
For decades
All these phonies still throwin' shade
pac made a legacy
Pat made a legacy
***** made a legacy
Now these fools rejectin' me
Because im on some mob ****
Nigguh
Any interference
Gets yo wig split nigguh
Know the game
I still got my soul
But fightin' flame
Stir up the hornest nest im the best
To ever touch mic
As the words rumble off my chest
I gotta deep voice no baby boy here
I attract dark clouds everytiem i go near
The industry
They dont like nigguhs like me
Got everyfool snitchin'
In the hood for a little money
Maybe its just me?
Or im seeing to close
Got me shootin' at ghost
Burn out ashes
From smoke sessions
Got the smith n wessons
Bust at haters now they cant be questioned?
My trues know we never talk to the feds
Cuz in the ghetto
Ya know that'll be yo ******' head
Now ya devoured
But i had to switch to **** to high powered


Hoochies still poppin' *******
Tryna to get me
Caught in the child support industry believe me
It was planned since slavery
Got us turnin' our backs on each other
I cant even reach to my brother
Without him pullin' out a strap
Dear mama
I know i wasnt perfect
But i kept my head above the surface
Barely breathin'
Hard to survive stayin' alive
Miss me with all that jive
These fools on the mic
Aint talkin' about what he say
She say??
Silly *** nigguhs n *******
Get **** out of my way
I was young then but im grown now
Nocturnal i got the senses of an owl
Im the systems problem child
Try to arrest me in the flesh
But all they get is a ghost arrest
Im too smart for these fools
By the time they find me
I'll be on a cruise sippin' exquisite *****
I choose
Life over death
This aint really living
Society color blind thats what justice
Can't  see
The truth is that they want us to fight
Divide n conquer
Is the oldest trick known to man
And if you dont understand
The masterplan
Yea need a brain showered
Shock ya shells
From being high poweredddds

Mateuš Conrad Apr 2022
honestly? if i could be accused of being an anti Semite:
could Freud be called a Semite in the classical
sense of: say, scuttling like a "rat" in sneakers
on... hmm... why is it that when i type on
Day of Judgement... i first receive results for the Islamic
concept of Yawm ad-Din,
   and not... oh... right... i'm thinking of Yom Kippur...
i used to lived next to a synagogue...
i'd love watching these rug-a-muffins with their
curly "dreads" scuttling into their hiding wearing
sneakers... because they couldn't be bound to any
ownership of leather... no leather shoes...
no leather belts... yeah: and i was considered a lunatic
once... get enough people on board...
no secular psychological lion to stress you out
as some weakling away from the herd...
but with Freud? i'm a ******* SS-mensch...
i abhor him... interpretation of dreams?
  hey, Freudy-ol'boy... i think i just dreamed of
the birth of an oyster... i think i might as well
have shoved my head backward like the freefall
head-first of a Lucifer back into the source...
i think i was literally dreaming of how oysters
reproduce... curious little boy that i am...
    i hate Freud with a passion... to me he's not even
a ***... he's just a high-brow intellectual
readied to pamper to the needs of 19th century
aristocratic ladies having to be married to the likes
of Huysmans' Jean des Esseintes...
or Baron Masoch... Venus in Furs...
                      things... change...
         mutatio omnia...
                         all is subject to change...
                Copernicus is rigid... Freud... eh...
not so much...
                               there are fluctuations...
Freud is not rigid...
        his intellectual outpouring is subject to change...
unlike Marxism with it's rigid idiocy...
because its focus is on the personal level:
i... i return to the archetypes...
               Freud can't do that for me...
i do that for myself...
                   imagine a lion yawning when
watching a boxing match... because... the spectacle
per se is boring... he has to take care of this
mental "******" having a panic attack...
i can't imagine being this abusive to my mother...
a ******* train about to derail...
    even she said... as i sat down and talked with her...
trying to comfort her...
in my scenario: my mother would be crying...
while i'd be the one making last judgement remarks
about the society i'm living in...
in her case... she's the stern one...
while her son is crying... having a panic attack...
while i'm trying to hug him... comfort him...
i'm the one who drinks half a litre of whiskey
and then gets a double hit from adrenaline
while cycling...
   thankfully i had this... i'll mention race...
once... i'll mention race... once...
thankfully i had this black steward under my supervision
that helped me sort this sack of **** out...
like... what's the ******* stereotype?
akin to: one flew over the cuckoo's nest...
that... all the head-cases were handled by black guys...
are they more tender? are they motherly...
lion-prone imitation? and i'm the ******* remains
of a Mongol horde... i too can be tender...
touch touch... but black guys are tender creatures...
i don't even know what that meme was about...
about them being Orc... what African tribe ever
left Africa to invade some other piece of land...
well... beside now... but now they are invited
by the masochistic ruling "elite" of Oops-orp-U...
        even at the Fury-Whyte match i was wondering...
why have these two gals walked out of the VIP
restaurant, the 1-20... 1-120 club... club Wembley...
whatever it's called... conversation sort of claustrophobic
in there? a great bake of ***...
mind you... i can get the same for £120 per hour...
i don't need to spend £3000 and a date for a boxing match...
Mammoth doesn't discriminate when it comes
to females selling their sexuality...
just standards differ... beauty in the eye of the beholder
sort of *******...
         sure... nice piece of bagels... but not worth
£3000... i can get the same for £120 for an hour's
worth... hey... that's how life goes...
    why i abhor the Madonna-***** Complex
and why i'm invested in the ******-Cougar Complex?
beside the grannies... i'd **** anything that moves...
or maybe it's to do with...
   oh... this story i heard... see... i was born
with a Chernobyl tattoo... a birthmark on my right shoulder
blade... a sort of mark of Cain...
later down the line i had it removed...
which implies: loss of muscle from the shoulder blade
area... now i have excess muscle surrounding my
shoulder blade...
        but anyway... when i was born... silence...
then the nurse that was taking care of me...
tried to choke me... **** me... which... translated
into an enlarged heart problem...
  i was also ridden with a hernia...
                blah blah...
                        if i have any animosity towards women?
it's unconscious... which translates as:
transactional, purely ******...
   to hell with looking for a Madonna...
that part dropped off... i just took the ***** part
and made it into a ******-Cougar complex...
            and i like tending to people's needs...
                                   but i'm also, strangely: misanthropic...
when i need to be... i am...
when i don't need to be: the recluse i become...
i just can't stress it enough...
  you know: when you've been hurt by women
on an unconscious level...
as a baby in hospital... because of a Chernobyl
strawberry mark on your back...
hell: if they hate you so much from birth...
what are you going to do?
hit them back with love... go to the prostitutes...
**** the priests and psychiatrists...
you want to touch... feel around the other's
body like a blind worm... like an octopus...
wrap the whole of your 6ft2 100kg around
them... make them as tender as an oyster...
gulp them up with ever kiss every slobber...
every plum tattoo of the pelvis as you ram them
into convulsions of mini-spasms of Morse-Code
ecstasy...
         but i hate Freud with a rare passion...
that doesn't translate to all other Hebrews...
                 i find revulsions when orientating myself
around his intellect... his supposedly
rigid... archetypical findings...
                   the dissemination of the herd...
                       **** me... i need the herd intact!
so few are the calibre's worth of being... stealth...
of being predatory...
             at work i'm always of this mentality:
there's no ******* psychologist's couch safety net...
it's the closest i've come to my daydream
of having joined the army...
          but... conversation comes first...
physical stress comes later...
          if at all... like only two days ago... with that
panic attack sack-of-****... being mouthful to my stewards...
appease this little ****** as much as possible...
i don't want to use force... hey presto! it worked...
he did eventually sit down next to his mother
and watched the match... even she said...
i lived in London for 15 years... i know where i'm
going after the match... but he doesn't...
he doesn't have any money on him...
so i said to my black: yes: BLACK steward...
good job... don't worry about it... he has a mobile...
she has a mobile... they'll be able to find themselves...
- but i hate Freud with an anti Semite passion...
even though i'm prone to the occult...
an advocate of the Kabbalah... because...
Ha-Shem has all the necessary requirements
of phonetic sense in Roman script...
   because Ha-Shem didn't destroy the Roman script
like he might have and did...
destroy the Egyptian hieroglyphs
                 and Persian cuneiform...
   since the Romans never enslaved the Hebrews...
the Hebrews which became the Yids in Germania
were allowed to flourish...
    even under Casimir the Great they were allowed
to flourish in ******-lack-lands...
   and that's because of, what? they brought us a
Trojan horse equivalence of a suffering on a cross?
subdued "us"?
         i hate: equally... Freud as much as Christianity...
kneeling... giving ******* to some concrete
emblem of... the biggest troll of hell:
the Lord of Mosquitos...
     Ba'al Yah'Toosh...
                          come to think of it... there's Israel...
so why am i still "thinking" about the diaspora
of Yids all around the world?!
  ****** was a vegetarian...
                    Eva Braun had Jewish genes...
   you think, her masterplan wasn't
    for the resurrection of a Jewish nation:
  to be finally freed from being subconsciously
"European" and... strike the hornets nest
of Islam?
                         Helen of Troy...
           Elizabeth Bathory...
                       ****** Mary... yeah... only men were
ever evil...
          i'm starting to think that Henry VIII
was a mild mannered man... until...
   he stepped into a pile of **** of ****...
                      best bet... with prostitutes...
i'm trying to understand why so many men are
hung up on women they can't keep...
me? i'm clueless as to why my cats like me...
and i'm still trying to figure out
how people can post adverts for their: "lost cats"...
eh... "lost"? cats don't become lost...
they just figured out: you're a **** keeper...

    gingers... Jemminah... ah man... when i cycled past
her walking with the most un-remarkable looking
man... sort of her height...
i knew something went terribly wrong...
intimidation... i must have intimidated her...
bringing along my own home made wine...
and my home made banana loaf...
reading her boy's poem out-loud to him...
like Frank O'Hara i hate the colour orange...
but i love oranges...
   and i love ginger haired people...
add some curls to the canvas...
we're talking...            no... we're not talking...
Jess Glynne... we're imagining...
                 i guess i wasn't looking for a Madonna...
and she figured it out...
that's why i hate Freud and that's why i hate
him by doubling up on coupling him with
a *** perspective on European matters...
that's why i once made it prominently known:
i'd rather drink my own *****: which i did...
than drink the metaphorical blood juice of red
wine... then i'd puke on the crucifix...
rather than **** on it...
                     emblem of too much easily
available fixations...
                        no thank you... i don't need
a woman attired in a niqab when i'm freely in possession
of a *******...
if i could: i'd take the snip... if i were guaranteed
a leash akin to a niqab on a woman...
but i still don't understand why it's
only called circumcision and not MGM:
male genital mutilation...
        is that some sort of a libido trick
i'm not "yet" aware of? does China or India
have the same methodology?!
   i think they don't... not with their population size...

my mother was never mothering...
i'm sort of lucky...
she cries before i get a chance to... probably laugh...
implanted in me... the archetype of a blonde...
that soon died... recently a hunger for
girls with ginger... curly hair woke me up
to a new pursuit...

if i were looking for a Madonna...
ugh... sick... Freud...
    i wouldn't be looking for a woman to tend
over me... if i had children... yes...
over them...not me... leave me: the **** alone...
and how it's framed: all the fault is relied
on man's existence: per se...
this per se: is crucial... without men...
you couldn't implant these sick: Semite ideas...
into crushing the European soul...
it's like these Semites are fighting two wars...
one with the Arabs: the actual war...
but with the Europeans... a spiritual war...
so... why ******* this **** far north?!

o.k. Kippah brother... you know what happened
to Balaam?
            you will not lead these letters into extinction...
you made your offering... of the crucified man...
now the crucified man is making a comeback:
let's change him a while...
redress him from a crucifix packaged into
an iron maiden, how's that?!

right now... i'm *******... and i'm rarely ******
off... but now i'm ******* fuming!
i'm scratching my nose... i'm pinching my lips...
i'm looking for my forehead...
all the more looking at the people
most oblivious to change...
            
                no! i will not be sexualised by someone
who has been deformed by genital mutilation!
i will not accept his intellect! ******* ******...
nein! nie! niet!
             i'll only accept uncircumcised intellectual
arguments... by now... yes! i'm a ****!
in the broadest sense imaginable... i love the uniforms...
god... give me a Hugo Boss schwarzanzug...
                  i don't hate the Hebrews...
i just hate the intellect of one Heb...
                         with a William Hazlitt follow-up...
i am not going to be pacified into
a **** **** of an Islamic invading party...
but i will fast with them...
like i told them: it's not for religious reasons...
fasting gives me a chance to concentrate
a little bit more...

                            but... honestly?
most of the people i'm working with...
they'd be better suited to an extermination camp...
they're so ******* useless...
you can tell they have been borne from
an uninhibited ****** thirst...
        they're useless...
   a space... a time... but function? no...
that's missing... like a head might be missing
on a worm... oh... wait... worms
don't have heads... just mouths...
         i pretend thinking that these Muslims
have eyes... or ears... but i mostly see heads
that resemble mouths...

well if the leftist media wants to conjure up Nazis...
hey! hey!     oi! oi!
                                     like my once known fwend
once stated: plenty of Nazis in Poland...
so... not in Ukraine?!
            whatever...
lazy-*** Somalis...
                      i think i'd be a good gas chamber
operator; because i've reached that point
where...
           people exist... for no ******* ulterior
reason... they are just rigid... chess-pieces types...
retards...
         or they pretend to counter authority
with some ******* scam argument...
                 it's simply for me...
                                       i'd be a great gas chamber
operative... i might blink once or twice...
but i'd most certainly yawn...
                   i can't the believe the animosity for humanity
stirred up in me...
             it's almost: godly...
i'd feel less if i were allocated the status of farmer
and required to keep company with a herd
of cattle... this isn't cattle...
this is a splintering pseudo-herd of a mix
of scammers... busy-bodies... sure... the large proportion
is compliant...
         but the rest? what could give either or them
more relief? shackle them... or gas them?!

i don't know... it must be an ancient curse of feeling:
when... people are uncooperative...
the whip and lashing sort of comes out in me...
the army-esque rigidity...
it makes me feel like i want to shave my beard
and just keep the moustasche:
   like some British Empire officer...

           i abhor thinking these thoughts...
    but they are, necessary, they are the required learning
ground in order to inhibit their execution...
to their fullest extent...

      i need to think these thoughts through
in order to not enact upon them...
i need to curb my impulses...
coupled with: showcasing them... better i show them
than hide them, ferment on them...
and later... much later... do the much
utter worst...
            
                      i hate Freud... seriously...
all he had was internalized masculinity? there was...
nothing... external?! all man... women
sort of "stopped" existing?!
women stopped existing during the 19th century...
which... made them non-accountable: primo!
during the 21st century...

                              no wonder, then... why wouldn't
Islam pounce! at the freely available
****! it's not "our" women would ever mind...

me? i'm just trying to clarify the collective
narrative... it's nothing personal...
         i'm walking with Horace... i simply don't
care;
   why would i care? for "western europe"...
we're the non-existent jokes of Alred Jarry...
"eastern eruope": via language...but geographically
we're CENTRAL-EUROPE...
   yeah: here's your *******, glorious: SUNSET...
you generous *****!
                        i think that's what always ******
off the Russians... that they were...
relegated as pseudo-Mongols...
                      even though: Kiev was founded
by Swedes...
                       that would **** me off...
                                 if someone kept labelling red:
blue... i'd get *******... on a microcosm level...
i would... i would become so *******...
i'd loose it! simply!
                                     i'd start a war...
why excuse the Iraq or the Afghanistan invasions?
seriously? this side of history?!
**** it... if they can invade Iraq / Afghanistan...
why not us?!
          any news from Syria?
                          
the world can ******* and be the world it
chose to be...
i'm just thankful that... massive lizards
were made erased and these weren't
massive insects.
Arek Oct 2019
most successful people plan
their days and lives ahead
with calculators and a pen
and a bottle of nice red

others are a bit spontaneous
preferring to live risky
they like their drinks more miscellaneous
like beer, *** or whiskey

and then there is a small amount
who without drinking cope
but they don't plan and they can't count
from all day smoking dope
Smoke somethin'
To get yo mind thumpin'
Inhale all of the reality
Full of negativity
**** what they see
I see shades of grey
Everytime i look on tv
Got one of us locked up in cuffs
Or police letting the guns bust
But if we bust back
Betta believe they gone comeback
Times two hard for you
Dodge the *******
As i inhale my thaistick
Reminiscin on a perfect plan
A masterplan they even will be felt in Japan
My imperial aint no joke
So sit the **** down a take notes
And blow some smoke
Travel with me on a fantastic voyage
Escape all the raid and escapades
Hide in the shade
Avoid the sunshine
Cuz all i got is **** on my mind!!!
**** racism the media America's culprit
That loves to quote misprints
Pay attention to the peckin' order
Because you might be next in the slaughter
No confessions no stressin
Just me and family and a few homies
Chillin' overseas havin' smoke sessions



"MAN IM GLAD I ESCAPE THE STATE MILITIA THESE FOOLS IS TRIPPIN'
STRAIGHT LOADING CLIPS IN
READY TO **** AT WILL
THEY SAY FREEDOM IS FREE
BUT THATS A **** LIE
ALL I SEE IS FOOLS DEATH MULTIPLY
STRATEGIZE YA GAME KNOW THY ENEMY
AND THE REST WILL BE MANIFESTED TO YOU STAY TRUE **** THE PHONIES
RELAX TAKE A DEEP AND INHALE
THE **** " *BLOWS SMOKE OUT THE NOSE
Check the social cinematography
Of the black mans discography
Ask me why they wanna destroy the whole family
This **** sounds shady even after the black lady
Feelin' like Hades ready to burn so many turns
Taking from shakin' hands with evilness bakin'
Time penitentiary bound no freedom to sound
Liberty bells ain't nothing but hell all thoughts swell
From the beating of my cells goes around like a carousel
Wicked word play buzzards circlin' over those decayed
Suckas getting delayed better pray for better days
Or else im gone let the led spray invoke doomsday  
End your pay day got Clinton's resume
Along with Jessie Jackson made us African
American there i am again black folks need to ascend
Take no amends or reprimands on hand
See the clan is Wu **** the boys in blues
Love red and yellow sunsets makin' my melanin a threat
Sir nose goes through the nostrils slow so
I could paint my own reality so come battle me
Show you a real criminology
The black Gatsby specialized in illicit brewery fifty carrots on my jewelry
Enticing the honeys but they gets no money
*** they only wanna pension broke the enlistment of the social army y'all can't harm me?!


Love women with the thick thighs and butts
And haters get stuck left like a pig and gut
Til they air dry y'all die its no lie look at my eyes
Got Vietnam's thousand yard stare don't care
Can't none compare to the sound of the snare
A black hawk circling the air stalkin' pigeons
To unknown scared based religions check the visions
Drawn by me vividly hung on the calvary
Black Jesus is so facetious thats how they greet us
Reverse the black mask paint it white is the task
Michaelango wasn't famous for just being an artist regardless
How many wanna reward it you can't discard it
The ***** was known for changing dark faces to white faces
Taste a place of trading places beat the cases
**** the **** racist keep a steady pace ace
Or become one with the death race
Numero uno turn your body sumo you know
The skills smoother than the vocals of a stylistic
Majestic to mystic suckas catchin' crickets
Like Jimmy smoke more than a chimney
Somebody pass me the Remmy gas the hemi
Big duelers hang with 12 rulers who crueler
Battles shattered from skills of ****** the demi God against all odds
Born to get worshiped subliminally
Hate me but love the imagine in we
Black folks wake up see they on a fake up
Claim they love us but it's a plot to corrupt
Change the station with no hesitation
This for the melanin creation
Second round KO cannibis moving slow
Round my thoughts so the black universal
Can lay me the masterplan similiar to Tubman
Harriet the harder it gets the easier the grit
****** on my woman's *** to ****
For the alchemy heals me so beautifully
I stay ******' the media's without the celibacy
Causticji May 2015
Psst, Ms. Anthem! I'm talkin' to you,
You don't know what he's gonna do.
He's selling you down at Planet M,
He's ******* you and he's to blame.

Didn't I tell you not to talk to strangers?
Haven't I warned you of the dangers?
Why're you hearing what he's telling you?
I created you; what did he do?

You think he cares about any part of you?
Or what you'll cause the **** blessed to do?
You're his showpiece; he's the front-page story,
You're the sunshine; he basks in your glory.

I mean what I make, every word that I sing,
it's awareness not revolution that I try to bring,
How'll they hear you if it ain't through me?
How'll they know me if I don't cut me a deal?

He's just in it for the name and the fame,
his material thirst puts the causes to shame,
he could've walked around, guitar in hand,
a song on his lips, nights of head in the sand.

How would we then be known in the public domain?
All my efforts would've gone right down the drain.
So I chewed on that cigar; sipped some champagne,
stepped aboard and took a ride on the gravy train.

Now he'll talk of Dylan and other icons of the past,
well Lennon maybe a hero but never working class,
**** Jagger no one buys was a street fighting man,
and the Gallaghers scripted their masterplan,
He could've stayed true,
if he really wanted to...

Well, me and you,
we wouldn't have got our rightful dues,
if I did what he wanted me to,
and stayed pure like a mule...

I rest my case, Ms. Anthem.
sarah bella Mar 2014
you have family they love you dearly
but the pain they cause cuts you severly
they don't cee or understand the pain caused by one man
the mistakes you made along the way of your masterplan
now your trying to do better but betters not the best
you sold your inner and your outter celf so whats left
that life can be changed its all up to your determination
even if you stand alone atleast your body has restoration
do it for you so others can cee its more than talk
at first their support is low but they'll cee what your pain has cost
they'll cee the far way you've come
at the end of the day youll be loved by someone
Joe Aug 2017
It's a con man
With a small c
Armed with a masterplan
There's no such thing as society

Keep your nose clean
Keep your eyes peeled
Slip out of the streets
Into the fields of wheat

Roy Melville Wiggins
Takes his seat
A place reserved
Before his birth

No need to question
Just repeat
The well deserved
Assumed self worth

On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea

Hearts turn hard
Heads gone soft
Lets sail away at any cost

On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea

Who brought the map?
Oh Roy shut yer trap

On Terry's strong and stable
Dinghy all at sea
Matthew Rousseau Feb 2019
I felt the ground beneath me,
There was nothing at all,
I had nothing,
To stop the fall.

I could hear the shrieks,
of ghosts in time past,
I wonder how long,
they will last,

I could feel the breath of a slimy creature behind,
a conjure casted cat ran through my mind,
I thought of death and how my clock winds,
but alas, death leaves my contract left unsigned,

I opened my eyes, bright sun up above,
Startled, I jolted up with a buzz, gave my body a shove,
flowers on the ground spelled out love,
heat on my face I had nothing to speak of,

I took a long walk to understand,
what I thought was in the masterplan,
I sunk my toes in the dirt to feel the land,
I realized the plan isn't about my lifespan
Love this one a lot more than I thought I would
in the masterplan of God's creation
the place where ocean touches land
is where we say hello
As I travel down the path of darkness
I see a bunch of wild carcuss
Humans to animals no life left
All out of breath in valley of death
None survives the survival quest
For if you test you will be put to rest
Enemies guised as friends
And friends guised as enemies
Watch yo back because they will attack
The minute they feel you grow weak
And cant speak eyes shut cant blink
Brain cells shut off and cant think
Journey with me look me in my eyes
Youll see the dark shade rise
Over my pupils biblical principle
Souls of the lost weepin' and wailin'
Wishing for peace but all ya hear is yellin'
Ill still be bailin'
Fresh out the mental cell i wont fail
I got the torch i been in the dark since my first start
Sighs of cries i knew when i came on earth it was a lie thats why we cry
Why we live just to die
But now i understand the masterplan
Since the devil got jealous and rebels repent death was sent
To punish all sinful things through disease
Sickness health cant get no wealth
Cuz they coming out into the light
Why ya think its gets hotter and hotter every year every tear i shed for all of my peeps thats ahead see when ya dead you two steps ahead
Of everybody stop chasing the fame and the game
And realize you just a pawn like the same
Pieces of a chess board
Once i open my vocal chord i give honor to the Lord
My destiny is expose em all before they crawl
Out the pits and trapped these leechin demons in a spiritual casket
valentina Oct 2017
think big
no
think bigger
no
even bigger
you’re not getting this
your mind is so small
that it can’t hold my big thoughts
my masterplan
that will make you live forever
you say we all die
that’s just an excuse
to avoid doing any work
and anytime i try to tell you anything
you just cry your little heart out
i didn’t know i raised you
to be such a little *****
Money I gets hand over fist
So don't be suspicious
Or my glocks will make ya death dishes
Blowing wishes but no cakes I hate fakes
Still got loot to rakes like leaves
Can you comprhend these
Aesthetic melodies
I got more wisdom than Socrates
I'll sock ya and make ya fall to ya knees
Begin in pleas but won't get no mercy outta me
See I be deadly shooter trigger aim
Ready
Set to the go blow you into another form
Reincarnation only to be incarcerated from.the bars I created
Most try to debate and hate it
But it's been acclimated
As I shine braille full thoughts
Put em in halftimeeeee

Slammin' clips to ya melon
Harder than Oneal
So embrace my rhymes so ya feel
Deep into ya intellect until it starts to sweat
No such thing as poetic justice
Its just us brother serving poems
Like my brothers sitting in the jail cells pain sowed in times pouring
Out their sentence even though they was in innocence
**** the system they can't duck us forever
See the changing weathers
Just means I'm getting clever formin' alliance
Once we strapped together
the world will crumble at our
sight fear of our might
We ain't takin' **** no more
Scared of a war outcries of gore
Feel my pain you punk *******
Hanging in the high hills with riches
Seems like they dont know they story
Of Gog and Magog
Don't know they gone get gassed in fogged like Gulag
My brother and I like ****** and Stalin
They say he was a bad man but just mad cuz he was wildin'
Out with they own money flip their wickedness
Germans showed United States the business
Now the history books is full of lies
But now the **** been revealed no longer disguised open up my eyes
From the shade that blocked me
Try to deaden me.but see
The Lord works myteriously
Masterplan laid perfectly
So it crushed all of my enemies
Once I cast thee
Projection of my mind hit em like nine
The world is mine after nickels and dimes
Sound the flat line........cuz yoo
....It's halftime
Though I may receive alot of hate
Its really not up for debate
Ya see many women got that venom in em
That makes a man hard so it's in em
Spiritually I mean they perverted
What used to be sane
Now they claim it's some kind of mental disorder
But we pushing confused *** gender that's ordered
By the court's
Now women locking up there vaginas
So them transformers can move behind ya
Never understanding truly the beauty
Of womanhood
Its a mockering made from sick *** Hollywood
There I stood
Looking from the highest mountain
I retained my youthful fountain
From digging in the *****
Makes a man happy
Think about it thats why
many woman so unhappy
Waiting for the perfect man
Woman please understand
That's a myth made from.the evil hand
Aids made from.an invention
To stop women and men from havin children
Check the masterplan
It was said back in 1989 Ralph Emerson wasn't lyin
Now look at society and how many women lyin'
With the snakes in bed
Bound to get bit
Now I ain't say they all guilty
But alot of em ain't innocent
Now understand that there's men perves
I say death to them perves
Leave there bodies open and brains on the curb
But baby girl I love them curves
Got me wanna rock yo world
Its not a lust thang it's a nature thang
Now sit back relax while I bang
Til you see the cosmos
And stroke to some nice summer breeze instrumentals
Let ya mind flow let the pain go
As I'm set to go.until I blow
I'll.always cherish the same
Don't matter how many woman
Come mostly as the same
Different shapes and sizes
But the ***** hole all feel the same regardless
I just want ya Know I honor that ****
Well becaue cuz I came from a ***** ****
That's the end of that **** lol
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2017
squeak my little mice, squeal my feline friends: the rats are coming.*

you really picked the wrong kind of enemy,
one that finds your sense of humour
endearing,
and a sense of humour
    that's both endearing,
                        and easily overturned;
the rat populace said so:
             you have no veto,
that sort of privilege is left to the people
with enough political integrity
to not take to jogging
     in the morning, as those blonde
chewbacca ****** take to,
outthinking the stability of the dover
cliffs, with some sort of masterplan
of the mexican wall...
  how about you blow up the channel
tunnel first?!
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
Living life livida loca, love womens from all different sorts of chocha,
On the coast of, Costa Rica I gotta keep it real still fill knowledge to ****,
Any plot laid against my will, no longer popped the blue or red pill,
I just stay, true to myself image of god in the flesh lay on the mightiest,
Breast in the east to the west, yes I got the curse of Solomon's bless,
Too many wifey's, tryna knife me, but I focused on a higher synergy,
Baby girls chasing the world, I'm tryna show her how hell loves to curl,
Us into devious ambition, she cant see the suspensions of visions,
Deeply align, to the serpentine divine, watch the backs of the felines,
Conniving tactics, with a bitten apple, I take a toast of henny and the snapple,





Some people will hate you, and some will love you, but the ones who love you,
Quick to bury you, deeper than quick sand, understand the masterplan,
I lay destiny in my hand, flirt with her but never propose marriage to her,
Cuz she'll have you, friending for her, like the chilites or the jodeci fever,
I just leave it to ******'s, dams buildup the back woods, and control my woods,
Never did like the hoods, it's so misoverunderstood, planned parenthood,
Love to see us fry, look in they eyes,
You'll see its closed, from all the evil shadows, sunshine battles,
With the darkness, like who's the smartest, I just sit back n let my mind digest,
**** these simps and political correctness, poetically I'll still progress,
This ain't a script from Porgy and Bess, buddha monk to help my consciousness protest
When you small, no respect at all.
The older you get, you become useless.

There was a time when the old were wise,
And the kids they played.

Now we're pre-programmed what to say,
Listed what we can be.
Eat what they give us,
Even if it's off the plastic tree.

And the masterplan has thoroughly worked.
More than they would have supposed.
Encourage everyone to work as machines, try to be a machine,
You see, it becomes easier to control.
I feel miles pain through the horns it blow blue cased scenarios
Look at the world's glows with no torch I'm hoping the source
**** the news crews I stays blues true with my clues only a few
Could rock this joint right how I feels and I dont give a ****
Vibing to mellow moods let my thoughts cruise to an LSD ecstasy
To the see the unseen scenery
Space been around us plus the music is banging hanging
Off ya intellect words a threat beats connect to minds like a tech
Let the mic become a manifest I hold the greatest test the best
Is yet to come big yosef holding it down from the heart of the slums
Feel these drums to the heavens heartbeat soon to sleep
From the mental creeps electric relaxation change the stations
No negativity thrive for longevity of soulful creativity black as Davy
Jones signal the giant squid if all you suckas tryna gank my gig
These are the dwells as the world carousels playing hell bells
ACDC back in black so my critics subject to an attack
I stacks on pains domain with the visions of victory man
Mind of matter picture my enemies splatter like batter
I'm still gonna a cometh cant stop the beaming comet
That could even make the black hole ***** the speed of light



I use to think like a slave man til I broke the group thinking man
Now I understand why brothers put birds in they hand
It's all apart of the masterplan cops vs the hood miss overunderstood
Keep the mind sane mental strength range in the eyes of Bane
Dark knight rising no disguising face mask worn for the daily task
But this gets around haters like taz spin ya around what's that htown
Digging in ya crown with the ******* up sounds  
Check the j dilla cuts linked with the original King Tut
Lyrical crucify nail my words in every direction track injections
Dont need a heater as protection my mind my will is done
So I'll be ready if they come have me over on bended knees
Praying to my father with ****** creeds indeed no pleas
Candle wood burning to the sounds of the vinyl on ya spinal
Healed with the sparkling tingle let the illumination grow glow
To the 72 goetias Paimon taking his thrown once again
Ain't no such thing as sin that's human form thinking
I brought from morals and embraced the coral reefs of the universe
Back the days of a water babies curled pain swelling up
9 months eyes see the light what I thought was a sun rise
Ain't nothing but a red gloom surprise see the snakes rise
I'm doomed welcome into heaven earth born in a prisons girth
Butch Decatoria Mar 2019
Think
Empathize sympathize
Visualize
Illuminate
Imagine

Takes no time at all

With great power comes even greater
Consequence.
Think
Again
No Masterplan
A gift given by hand
At first sight

Takes no time at all
See
How I love you
Beyond

Consequence.
This is gives some seventies vibes,
Some for ya mind to thrive,
Relax, inhlale,
Let ya thoughts grow parallel,
Excel,
To the universe, break out the negative scales,
Leaning,
Like the tower of pisa,
Better believe the,
Magic, aint went no where,
I paint a picture,
No brushes on a canvas,
Take a trip to the atlantis,
Dripping Isley,
Sippin' mojitos with wifey,
Next to the kids be,
More precious,
Than gold, or any metals to be sold,
The black gods, meditating gravitating,
The earth,
Spun a million miles of worth,
See the infinite girth,
Of a gem,
Now im national treasure,
Focused a trim,
Above the rim,
Voice smoother than Melvin,
Band played on,
Found right, then along came wrong,
Evil plays the same song,
Over and over,
Like lets get it on,
****** seduction, cuts without
The percussion,
To these rhymes thats bustin,
Powerful as the S.O.S band,
Understand, i got a masterplan,
Take notes from Rakim,
See them,
Haters i stay dunk en, like Tim,
Spur of the moment,
Flaunt an exponent,
See critics try to own it,
Condone it,
Slavery still we up on it,
But back to the real,
Crackles of the vinyl soufill spills,
Deep in ya mind, it appeals,
To the ya light, i'll instill,
Sunbeam rays,
Stings like the O'jays, check my radio record display,
No words to say, just look at these words, put up,
Now slowly resay,
Looking around me, I see peeps that look like me, knowing they might be,
Devils, or better yet demons, tryna offer me up levels, I play my position,
As a rebel, though I may not get the riches, I'll just settle,
Meddling to these poor man blues, cut off the fuse, to the rich news,
Live a little, I rather stick my middle, finger to all you devils in the arena,
My soul too precious, miss the funky cold medina, tell me have you seen her,
Wisdom use to be, so innocent, now she's in the form of satan's pendant,
Throwing on bird signs, and horns, with no sentiments,
See the secrets went, out the caves long ago, yo I saw solomons treasure,
Had to use black magic to measure, earthly fame, wont you get a name,
In heavens domain, but in hell yo it's all the same,
Numbers flipped as change, in exchange for   another soul in the range,
No coincidence, to get the fame ya gotta sacrifice the innocent,










Hands in the form of a diamond, or better yet a pyramid, see as I kid,
I peeped the flavors that digged, into the subconscious mind, always fell behind,
Cuz my soul was aligned, to the unknown divine, seas of many signs,
Watch water pour, from heavens vine, in at the same time, the demons,
was playing kind, evils burrowed out the blackhole, spiritual vessels,
Taking it to the very threshold, how can I hold, up myself and gain control,
These fools ain't hiding no more, they standing bold, hearts so cold,
Look at the award show, laying blows to the youths mental, feel me though,?
Man against woman, **** man they lining us for the grand masterplan,
And most don't understand, they used as  demolition man, so come again,
Once the shots reign, let the ****** begin and ascend, back to early sins,
Forgive me for not loving, too busy living, false dreams, and no ones giving,
Time to thought, because they life was brought, by meaningless ambition,


I see alot muthaphukkaz, wearing they hearts on they shoulder,
Cuz the world's growing colder,
Not even the thickest sweater could hold ya,  I thought I told ya,
They live, around us just love, the way violence bust, no emotions to trust,
They get a lust, out of us making each other ashes to dust,
I just brush, off the crumbs of the elite seat in back, where im obsolete,
Same scenarios repeat, first comes the fame, then ya name,
More gigs just to get ya flame, and then the people grow insane,
Over ya peasy gains, dollars ain't nothing but a fools scholar,
Wisdom is the real winner, folks braille by green, but backed by sinners,
You just another dinner, plate soon to be ate,  by the lions pacing at the gates,
I saw lightning in the clear skies, cracked the commandments for ya eyes,
To see what's really, going on these fools ain't listening to the songs,
Most of em sold out, long ago, dont matter if you at the top, or at the bottom yo,
I rock to the pace of picasso,
Arts and crafts masterful, from my mind I paint a burning theatrical,
City of seven hills, signing major bills, but still can't stop the blood spill,
Babatunde Raimi Nov 2019
I can't get it off
So, I choose to let it out
Those eyes, beautiful
Her dentition, sparking
She exudes intelligence
Our first real meet
Will I treasure till eternity
Thank heavens I found you

The way she gazes
Pierces through my heart
This unveils her innate beauty
I don't even know why
It is somewhat of a mystery
But I feel safe with you My Heart
Who knows, "Echi di ime"
"Onye ma ihie o ga mu"

Let's write a love script
Will you play the neck?
Let me be the head
Whithersoever the neck turneth
The head goeth
But this head, is just a head!
So, let's write a beautiful story
A story of our once upon a time

From thence I hear the sound
When the east and west mingles
The Output of the input becomes enchanting
I offer neither silver or gold
I may not even look it now
But i offer you true agape love
That which comes from the purest of hearts
And someday, it'll make sense

From the great scenery of Bahamas
The Colosseum in ancient Rome
To the romantic city of Paris
And down to Ikongosi water spring
We'll tie our love with multiple knots
And throw the keys to the bottomless ocean
For ours is for better for best
A story of love....

Come, let's paddle our canoe of destiny
Into a sweet journey unknown
We'll tumble and rumble
And learn great lessons
That together we are stronger
For our love will lead
Anchored in his masterplan
I love you like "Kilode"

If dreams come true
One day, just one day
I'll wake up in your arms
Sandwiched between your breast
Wrapped in your beautiful legs
And nothing else will matter
For you are my Rainbow
The one that gladdens my heart

This is a letter to my lover
The missing piece of my puzzle
Written with pens of gold, points of diamond
If this made you smile
It is because at this hour
I am rolling on my bed
With fond memories of you
Thinking about us...
Joseph Keenan Jan 2021
Thank god he couldn't comprehend or understand his own masterplan. Throwin tantrums, self-absorbed, doing so outstanding, screamin out here, "ima build a wall, ima build a wall, history could smack you again, let me take you back to 89, another historical moment in time, ironic too, a fight between east, and west, ya know
Like left, and right, took the better part of 50 years for those nations to think hey, this ain't right.  Stupid ******* wall.  I'm just gettin started grab your cronies homies, if there's anything the house members wanna know give me call, we can discuss right and wrong, how to be nice, violence, it's bad, isn't something to endorse or entice.  Try and not go where you shouldn't be, and know you don't belong, this wasn't even supposed to turn into a song.
And every single one of those men, each of the founding fathers, our racist heros found on each and every dollar; They were ******* they were racist, but they knew this  a fight thats not even worth the bother.
But what did people expect we're sitting on a sacred land, stolen, and built, upon bloodshed, and death I'm not sure what is left.
But were here and told were so blessed. Blessed? How, because we are stuck in your ******* mess?
Newsflash, you, yes you. The person is going to say We live in the greatest country In the world No We Don't This is not The greatest country in the world Eyes you can literally see The Bindings of Society come Unfurled ain't the greatest country , sorry honey We ain't got the greatest economy We barely got a government That can agree That our citizens Needed some money Between July and January Just the thought of that struggle still buries me I don't know if you can see what we see Or if 435 people just happened to end up in the same place not knowing the definition of need?
I know you want to disrespect, and disagree with people like me, Tell us we don't understand and we just can't see We're the ones with our eyes open The ones who can't see Are the ones that are sitting there with fat bank accounts, and Everything they need In abundant amounts Meanwhile wanting to cut spending intended for kids who are starving. You didn't want their parents to have an abortion A pregnancy You crave that power Just stop it And force it But now That's a child has arrived They're not yours That's how you look at it through your eyes Was that child still has hunger And they still cry . If you want to know where the parents are They're struggling summer out living in cars Summer being paid for by the system Because you lock them up For the rest of our life Cuz you thought A dime bag of crack Was so bad it just wasn't right Just another thing privileged And the realm of power And the skin tone of white Stop Don't argue You can't win Is right there You're standing on Elaine built upon sin . Project 1619 Perfect example One of the many that are ample Don't want it in schools That was just made you look like fools What is out there is history It ain't f* mystery Just stopped denying Stop all the Lying Stop caring about guns more than people Stop being so scared of what is different You're going to find Common Ground if you look You a nation of people that can survive but all of you are so scared of yourselves and looking so feeble You did take an oath Took wanted to help people .
Those parents, the ones you are about to blame, they're crying.  Crying about how hard it is, why can't Anybody else see the problem with this.
Open your ******* eyes Realize There's people out there Everyday They pray It's something they can't see they don't believe From you They can have the ability to receive I still Do partisan politics you choose to keep Hurt and repeat Ironically enough not one of you would make it on the ******* Street You wouldn't know where to go how to survive Within a day you wouldn't have anything You can keep But sit up there high and mighty In our seat Now yours Remember You're a Elected Not selected By your party friends There's one thing you can't escape It will be written you will be remembered And it won't be good.
I'm not trying to be an ******* or nothing I just wanted you to think go over have a little Reflection stop putting exceptions on people Because of what they do who they are what they don't, like what they believe ain't right because its different from you, get a clue.
Who knows, the impact of helping and not judging, walking towards and not away from running The endless possibilities that we all could be achieved. I know though, half a million people dead, the important things though getting people out of the system for you, on the right, that matters so now  you can breathe easy that's a ******* relief.
What you all have been doing ain't working Stop playin on partisan lines, I'm no genius but this **** ain't okay, and there's 300 plus million of us that ain't anywhere close to fine.
How is it that the so many people cant see the simplest of problems in this so called civilized society, really you all cant sit there and have the same lie your sayin to me.
Anyway I wasn't trying to go off I was just trying to Understand Understand How we got here who Right-wing conspiracy Theorist think we are. I can tell you this We may have used to have been the land of the free and the home of the Brave Just a little bit more irony for you A land that was built on the hands of slaves So go back read that think about it And come back and sit there f
lie to me All 380 million of us out here and tell us everything f* okay.
Smaller government keeping money amongst the 1% So it can be Hoarded and Limp bag out at the highest of Interest Won't get you out of this No more will America be found within Bliss No We will Sit And the only words you going to have left are I wish.
Help people in need

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