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Yo, i picked up where public enemy, left a pause,
I stay clappin, leave crowds with open jaws,
They say im rappin,
Cold captain,
Moving with the crunch,
Haters pack ya lunch,
Brunch,
Im like Brady, thousand yards,
I throw daily,
Sip the irish creme bailey, lately,
Suckas giving attitude,
I make an adjustment,
Gotta break the rules,
Im after yards of acre, plus a mule,
Cruise yo, i never played a fool,
Crack ***, now we in a fuse,
I unplugged the box, now they confused,

Break



Misused,
Beguiled by my pass peers,
I look left and right, with no fears, i see the tears,
Trembling in you, better beware
When ya step to my crew,
Suckas,
Think much wisely, i be,
Smoother than the Isley,
And ill be,
Sure, give ya day and night,
From the guns that brings alure,
The lyrics are laid pure,
Sad soul, sounds of rock and roll,
On a Berry stroll,
Fifties music shifts me,
Smoke a cigar, despise smucks like Gumby,

Break


Fools playin' like chumps,
But what can you do, when the heat'll dump,
Cant escape the rain pain,
That beckons you, poetry theatrics yo, it's killing you,
Feel my hot led,
Its filling you,
Like the words that flew,
Razor sharp, from the pulls
Of the harp,
Hard to dodge the warp,
So dont get caught,
Slippin, i stay rippin,
Suckas getting dunked on,
Like Scottie Pippen,
Flos come easy, with the pimpin,
No limpin',
Betas boys always simpin',
But i stay trippin,
Circuits is letting off,
My brain cells, it aint hard to tell,
I was born in jail, but i was made to be a rebel,
Now the papers, raiding my folks,
With story to tell,
I say oh Hell, well, they say come with love,
But all i see is hell, broke the spell,
Ever since i was in a shell,
Eyes parallel,
To the universal scale, heavy weighs the veil,
I tried to lift up the Holy Grail,
Caesar, cold cut with flows
That tease ya,
Grease ya, lightning flash im gone,
Like the smoke scents of a ****,
They say im wrong, but i know im right,
Ill devour ya power,up in one bite,
Lion, i turned into when im on sight,
People unite with me,
Break in a fight,
Check the words from the bullets, when i snipe,
Raw but I'm keepin' it much hype,
Dope boy, when i grab the mic,
Stage performance golden,
Under colored lights,
Im shining bright,
We talk politics not ***,
Listen to the spins of Terminator X,
11 Jun 2010
to resist your white heart may feel like teenage **** upon fresh flesh wounds as another advice felt like a frigid kiss I am trying to scorn my fingers from writing it down with the ink of the black blood spotted tears you never spilled while pimpin majesty with sticks and moans upon mine broken bones now everything is dedicated and I feel assassinated though you may think I am quite fascinated by the abuse of this demonic little sister reminding me of the absence of you

I refuse to induce your fixation on breaking the rules actually eleven missing you and I is the nine crimes which seduced me to fulfill your sin and desolate the safety pin that held my world from being viciously exposed while they race this staring contest with no eyeballs but the curiosity to satisfy their hungry vibes that somehow I will justify the loose ends and this little to complicated inconvenient and overrated oral presentation of  my linguistic skill to get you straighten less suffocated though still sedated with hesitation we are dressed for war and furthermore as you slit my throat open with the secrets upon the bed the blood and the mess I torn apart your black shirt and fed off your ******* a paper cut caress when then is then now is less as you confessed to walk away now cause we can forget the love marks upon our skin and the apologies when your high speed hands went too deep  

and as to recover my crude innocence the snow falls upon my face with a poetic point of view it recalls the memory of blank pages that shall remain blank left out of reasons and forgive me decisions cause the look in your eyes have changed  I’d rather die then love the pain that these bullets of mine aimed at your heart may bring and as impressed  as I am I remove your tangled soul from my veins while I count mine steps as I walk away well knowing that the door has been closed and shall not be opened again.
11
Wake up, everyday I think of wayz to cake up, love a **** mutt,
Control the gut, never waste my nut, in a ****, yo what the ****,
Is going on, sounds of the ****, rip through each n every song,
Yo, I been destined for greatness, right, loves to be wrong,
Gorgeous flows, jewelery drippin, like my cinnamon tippin, chipped in, check the luxurious pimpin'
Never simpin, gangsta mack, hold that, back to three mill stacks,
Watch my back, cuz friends quick to get you cracked, no lack,
Stay with the Gods, play against odds, crawl through the fog,
Smog, smells good, got my girl riding my mourning wood,
Mighty stealthy, combat mind state wealthy, clean the filthy,
Dark knight genesis, bane yoked design, conquer the innocent,
Baggy denizens, split liquor with my blood citizens, then again,
Miss the pen state, yep, back on the streets, flooding with sin,
Cant help it, product of a failed society, hate eyeing me,
Buying me, time to focus on ecstasy, next to me, bottle of henny,
White with the beanie, sun kiss, by the darkness, hawk this,
Early bird gets the worm, **** what ya heard, dont be absurd,
Before ya body be, floating like a terd, sheeps dont get heard,
Only herd, to the slaughter house, I brought a house, quarter mil,
Chill in the high hills, of Brazil, no deal, pass the steels,
To a better, greater activator, body burn, from the cremator,
Executioner, spiritual foreigner, lost in the false world, hells pearls,
Still gleaming our girls, fire up the woods, mis over understood,
Welcome to black hollyhood, venus fly trap, gotta watch my cap,
Salariez flying high, I might seal up the sky, dont ask why,
A ***** like me, living comfy, joy of a **** Bumpy, johnsons,
Tote the Bronson, steel man im so real, cool as a bladeless fan,
Got a gang of fans, in demand, high head, plans making jams,
Something for ya mind, to groove to, invoke you, through spiritual,
Apollo kid,look at the moon, sixty nine, ways to quote a gaze,
Amazed by the starship,of rhymes I took time, to define a sign,
Virgo star, was born, calm when I'm near the eyes of the storm,
Verge of war, from Jan to December, yo I remember, the true ender,
Identify myself as pure, got da wolverine cure, cant bruise me,
Out do me, ya bout as lost as ******, doo pitching woos,
Only to the cuties who, ready to be sanctified, and amplified,
Then crucified, from the mental pair of eyes, soon you'll realize,
This ain't a disguise, hang with wise guys, analyze ya third eye,
Creating a sty, dont look at me shy, I'm B I G,
so I've been ready to die,
L F WEEZY Jan 2018
How can they tell me how to live they life

When they know full and well that they moving trife

Hypocrisy rampant all in the streets

Why you always trying to control me?

You just do you and I just do me

It's as simple as can be

But they just wanna complicate

And I just can't contemplate

Being that obsessed about the way
that someone else decides to live

How someone decides to give
Themselves, to the world and the universe

I don't care about their energy

I'm only concerned about mine

And I'm only concerned about stacking these dimes

Moving genuinely and stacking this bread

Until the day I drop down dead

I talk to myself and reassure that I'm that *****
That one day I'll be big pimpin just like Jigga

You say you don't care but we know that that's a lie
We being my demons and I

We know where your true intentions lie

So you can never play us
And you'll never catch me lacking
Never catch me falling off
That's a line for Travis
Somedays I feel like a young Scott
Before he got all the way on

I know the powers that I posses
Using these words and tools, I just have to express

You only know me when I want you to
Please don't get it twisted

I done let people in that didn't deserve that honor

To my depressed state, they've assisted

But just know I'm still gonna win in the end
And my new flex gonna be fine like wine
Aged well like a young Halle Berry
The waves that I'm on should have my enemies feeling scary
sometimes I feel like a rapper
Art of a poet I know it see me show it blow it
Weeds snowed it with my sisters and brothers
Undercover lovers to single mothers no others
Lay pipe strong as the black iron dolemite
Mean but polite with the flows standing like flagpoles
Southern victory similiar to Ol' hickory
Miss the assassination against me
Can't catch me im the real Makaveli
No seven day theory hear me fear me
Vigorous Napoleon cap more than donna
Love womens with the legs of Jane Fonda way under
The seas breeze my mind catches a tease sneeze
Make the whole world freeze welcome to emerald City
Wizardry Dr Suess rudimentary
No elementary bars allowed starcloud
Catch the dust i trust inhale exhale compel
Ya thoughts unspoken choking locin'
Like Tony Soprano rap mafiaso make Fiasco's
My brothers pimpin easily far from skimpy
Chillin' wheres the hustlers be Killin' bees
Laying in honey like Doug but far from funny
Patti had a fatti punnani beat it smoothly
I made the **** of the year have no fear
Words sharp as an African spear adhere
To the rhymes ya cluing gluing shewing
Haters back in the line you aint divine
Pens a quill to a porcupine damagin' spines
Made ya spike one the goal line as I incline
Game is mine clutch time feel these enzymes
Busta rhymes dangerous as notorious gorgeous
With flows ugly face but who cares those
Naw **** that keep the gat tucked in the back
Blast a cat see them nine lives ya won't get back
Eight zeros standing behind ones a falling son
Similar to lucifer's kingdom broke the ransom
Rewind back to the days of hip hop real **** to crop
If I should drop before I awake I pray my verses take
Ya higher than rakim follow the leader believer
Of the old tradition hip hop can't be revived jived
By enough phonies can we blame ourselves
Or can we blame the record companies
Big pimpin' most folks still simping I'm rippin'
All DJs ******* up the airwaves with ******* says
They ain't saying nothing no more not even *******
No social commentary rest in peace hip hop
Cemetery see her obituary with past honoraries it varies


Feel like AZ feel only write lyrics that make ya feel
Words to heal feel what I feel this ain't a thrill
Motion reel taking ya throughout hip hops will
Still holding the principles let the steel shield
My universal paradigms dropping dimes crimes
By the industry rap judge charging ya with penalties
Ya guilty with robbery aggravated assault no jury
See y'all flexing jewelry flashing calling money
But the lines disconnected broke the disrespected
Ties with the unseen guys I spot eyes with eyes
Y'all ain't got no crown must be in the ground
Buried with her ex-lover conscious this is bonkers
We screaming war all out at ya fakes loosing weight
Used to be about slammin' doors fine shorties galore
Now ****** rolling with ****** rocking triggers
No longer about gold diggers flexing figures
I'm throwing elbows forget homies over hoes yo


Now some may get super mad envision like Chad
That's the **** C or better yet ODB baby Jesus feel me?
Rocking ya hands with no claps perhaps I'll slap
The next radio stations I see them hesitating waiting
For the next plot of hip hop still living off residuals
Income damaged the stardom stop laying Malcolm's
****** twice they lied too many times slimes
In the ice machine say they ain't out for the greens
But you'll lean out see me spit out a demons snout
Blood baths done best on Sunday round way doomsday
Always take the right away government
Proteges sways in extortion no abortions
Birthed in a collateral world just a small portion
But let's focus back on the grounds of hip hop
Tried to plant my thoughts green still a mic fiend
That rakim yearned for against the world Shakur
A Warrior forever holding the seeds of hip hop
It don't stop until the next chick gets the ***** drop
Mateuš Conrad May 2020
this heart throws itself into an architecture that
once was...
whatever it may have been:
now... a "slacking" off-shoot of a pyramid:
piled up as such... but: a stagnant heap
of rubble...

                    i have to dare to call it a heart...
a heart will be content with such matters...
a hill of rubble or a glistening pyramid / sun-dail...
but the mind:
    if it's a cube... and it is a kabaah...
                               would the ottoman mind it
being precious... when he sights his envy
of the hagia sophia?
                       the mind couldn't possibly be made
inclined to revel in a heap of rubble...
this... what would be called:
the revisionism of Samson... begin! once more...
oh but i can be permitted...
having burdened myself with over 10 years
and 20 of these torpedos smoked each day...
i can... relax... enjoy the: leftover days...
give a hard tug at the reins... refrain from...
excesses...

       wait with the annoying patience
of a spider...
                  for the ritual... a packet of cigarettes...
how many rubber bands enclose it?
ten... perhaps eight... i take them off...
and satisfy myself with putting them around
a wine cork... i light up...
i'm 18 years old again: getting drunk for
the very first time...
there's the disorientation... there is that
great stone in my stomach...
   such a brief interlude...
            i feel my limbs failing me...
         such a brief interlude with...
   allusions to: crack-*******... the ****** hit...
this whole plethora of stepping up
the gateway "drug"...
                     at best metaphors...

cutting down from 20 cigarettes to just 2...
             it will: reveal so much...
                          that was otherwise...
a blunt reading of the whole "affair"...
                             and this is just before going
to bed... more like: falling asleep on the floor...
then jumping into bed...
such the tremors... now i can't imagine myself
having smoked: 20 in a day...
if it is supposed to be ritual...
               it couldn't ever be coupled
with a coffee and a cigarette: first thing in the morning...
that... jack daniels has aftertastes
of blueberry bubblegum...
and that jim beam doesn't...
and that... after drinking any bourbon...
even the more tame: middle of the road scotch
is... overtly smokey...

              even if you... shove it into a fridge-freezer
and wait for... the gomme syrop consistency...
did anyone write... a poo'em about tobacco?
well... whoever said -
a cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure.
it is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied.
what more can one want?

that must have been oscar wilde...
then... what cigarettes am i smoking?!
my sense of taste is sharpened...
the fog has lifted... two days ago i killed
a man in my sleep and was known as
the zodiac killer... on the stairs someone mentioned:
a truly literary invention of genius:
the ******...
      i draw blanks on the ******...
but... now i can enjoy the alcohol...
more... since... and the smoke has lifted...
and i no longer fall into the chasm of sleep
with a mirror... i fall into it with rubble and broken
glass...
the universe can finally **** my head
in with a dream!

            and once the ritual one is smoked...
i wait for about an hour before smoking
the second... and close the chapter - a day -
   perhaps mr. wilde wasn't referring to smoking
a cigarette... within the frame of mind of...
"sobering" up... or going cold-turkey for a day...
my third day of quitting...
on the third day: pangs of conscience...
why am i deriving so much pleasure from...
well... lucky me... tobacco is taxed...
it's not ******... but... i have allowed myself
to elevate it to: status...
of being 16 again and getting busy-buzzing
from the froth of cheap white-lightning cider
in a youth-club with a snooker table and sleepover
permission...

to hell with chewing gum and:
synthetic approached of nicotine patches...
imagine it: a priori...
  fake it... whatever... the analytical approach
says: curb your "enthusiasm"...
from 20 down to 2... and these 2... at the end
of the day...
                   that's the analytical approach...
the synthetic approach is:
run to the pharmacist! be weak willed!
slap on a nicotine patch... chew some gum...
forget the original smokers of tobacco...
calls them apache: high for five minutes...
no time for herr-schtyg 30 minute marijuana
"menopause"... and laughter...
for the full seance of gravity... of drowning
while breathing air...
please! don't mention the choco-bytes of peru
or: whatever came from that...
splinter continent...
            
       departure points...
   capitalists... neo-capitalists...
youtube... video making...
  sponsor hustling - ad-revenue 'clops' -
capitalists...
            the capitalists...
that were the engineers that made...
video-streaming...
         not all...
   a capitalists... by... 19th century standards
and: prior...
KRUPP... the krupp family...
                  em... ford...
                        a snap-chat... twitch streamer:
capitalist... venture...
                  venture-capitalist...
roy orbison: robinson crusoe capitalism...
magic strings and usb-oyster insert:
button...
        i like the old capitalists...
the power brokers...
the... mean-toddlers...
                  capitalism for the sake of money...

no... wait... geoffrey faber - 1929...
publisher... publishes... sub-contracts
authors...
capitalist... well thank god...
ultra-pseudo-capitalist: platform...
             content is free: no... wait...
you have to invest in the platform...
                  drug-addict: the best piece of ***
in the world... froth-at-the-mouth...
content... it's not legit: no paper...
              capitalist...
a capitalist that: gives work to...
200 engineers... 2,000 metallurgy workers...
or... 20,000 homeless poets and "poets"...
in waiting... capitalist: ask.fm: capitalist...
spotify... £0.002 for each song streamed...
capitalist!
                neu-band-windth...
                        pimpin'-******...
               neu-brave... neu...
                    the logistic of the enterprise
of: optics... would... ah... never mind...
what isn't solved by £130 once a year... or two...
in an hour in a brothel...
than... otherwise... renting a flat...
having a loan on a car...
     spending too much money on clothes...
perfumes... drinks...
for a what otherwise becomes...
a gambling addiction...
             ******* to that... sign me up!
straight to the bulgarians i go...

- by the tender-roots: a loving grace...
           a fatherly delusion...
                  none of my own... yet with...
mother death...
the illusion of pandering to...
                the conclave.... of... we...
about... to... change... the world...
using... nothing... more... than...
the logic of... Archimedes...
              by the tender-roots: a loving grace...
        and that: ****-load of...
impulse and: leverage... just about right:
tight... straining in all the right... place...

sore thumbs: misfits of knuckles...
to give up writing poetry is the energy of youth...
to become a retired: et al.
of teacher, activist... humbled sea-gull...
a richard levine...
   not to diminish the reading...
  to entomb it... to squabble with a moth over
the insomnia of light and...
the ready-and-*****-waiting:
access to the wardrobe for her to
deposit her larva of...
then the argument with the cat who
pretended it was all about alcatraz:
through the window he jumped onto
the roof with my back turned...

         hoarse worth of voice attempting
to woo him back: to sleep sensibly: not as a stray...
in the garden with the foxes...
this is hardly an over-arching Dickensian
chapter... it's a quasi-taped-together
lot of... 3 paragraphs worth... at worst...

- these capitalists... "capitalists": major majors...
treating "mental health" like it's some
gimmick for: talking intelligently
to low i.q. people: the juggling act...
                left to their own purposes...
the gnashing of teeth...
the song sung... when... wood is broken...
chopped... contra.. when it is tailored
by a carpenter to suit a sitter:
via a chair...
                         is it really a contenst between
the quadratic of:

marconi                        fessenden




dubilier                         popov?

i much appreciate the comment section?
sideline: hobby... am i being paid for...
writing + pandering to... what?
cheap ****: hot bagels...
you either like it or...
        i would be pandering to an audience...
if... i was... but i'm just content with
having the canvas: made available!

"too long"... too short... i guess i wish i was
a teenager once again...
fortunetly for all of "us": i'm not.
Delton Peele Sep 2021
This blood
Wich flows
.....From me.....
The very essence of me
You want
Me to trade with you
For bacteria laden
Parchment
With fine fillagree
Only
I can't have a full trade
Because
Someone says
They want some for allowing
Us to exchange
This way...
And then if I want to trade with someone else
They want some of that to?
Then if I die
They want all of it?
I don't know if I'm really comfortable
With that
Isn't that considered pimpin
Me out?

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