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I'm off'n wild wimmen
An Cognac
An Sinnin'
For I'm in loOOOOOOOve.
Rob Sandman Mar 2016
The Ballad Of Jack Hammer (Concept by Jay Byrne)
=========================
Jack Hammer-Jay Byrne Black Fang Rob Sandman aka Schizophrenic.

Listen up I got a tale to tell.
About a black jack rabbit known for raisin' hell.
Jack Hammer's his name. Retribution the game.
Out on the plain with his kinfolk he did dwell.
Til that fateful day. No forgettin it.
Loss so painful. Jack was but a leveret.
While playin' out back.
Along the track came Black Fang and the Red River Pack.
And they were lookin, for blood.
Notorious outlaws up to no good.
In the low sun and The Pack started gunnin'.
So Jack started runnin'. The damage was done and it was over.
No time for goodbye. He just stood there.
Lookin' the Devil in the eye.
While his Momma bled.
The wolf walked up and this is what he said.

Are you sore that the Fang took away your Paw?
and the River Run's red with the blood o' your Maw?,
well hop away little blackjack eyes red raw,
-tell the rest o' the prairie what you done saw,
Red River is the Pack,I'm the one with the crown,
I'm the big bad wolf who blew your whole life down!
so cower and quiver little wabbit,have a cry...
you little ******* you took my **** eye!


From out me back pocket, pulled out me slingshot..
..I'm a real crack-shot when it comes to bringin' pain across lots.
Ya never saw it quicker.
Lickety-split I skedaddle into the thicket.
Then he was gone...

Spent the next few years wanderin'. Ponderin' recompense.
Lived paw to mouth honing his defense..
..and offense. Hell bent on atonement.
Twin six-guns blazin', layin' judgement.
While The Pack kept killin'.
Full split, full chisel, goin' the big figure.
Black Fang said it himself.

none bigger none badder than the Pack I'm with,
spit venom that hisses,hogleg never misses,
no-one messes with the red river,do and you die,
cry wolf-get engulfed,leave your colt lie,
whole pack'll rip lead to your head if you try,
but-one thing niggles while I sup down Rye
is to **** that rabbit that took my **** eye,
heard he built some fame,got himself a name,
Jackhammer IS MINE I STAKED MY CLAIM
.


Like a freight train runnin' on collision course.
Jacks fate's been comin' like an iron horse.
Tour de force, pent up, fired up ready to blow.
On a stormy night into town he did stroll.


Jack walked into the saloon.
Black as all hell, no light from the moon.
Fang at a table playin' poker.
Soon to be Dead Mans Hand for that joker.
The pack'll pay.
I'll put the red in your river bringin' Judgement Day.
Stormbringer I'll deliver. Got an itchy trigger-finger..
..cos I'm quicker and fitter. Juiced up, not goosed up on hard liquor.
Then he catches me eye.
Takes a sip of his rye and says..

if it ain't the **** nipper that took the fang's eye,
waited all these years to come here and die,
no odds no winnin' no end to my sinnin' ,
Pack back up,fair game fangs winnin
last chance saloon,I'm too old for you,
ain't no-one ever outdrew me and old blue,
Navy Colt revolver,dead problem solver
so 'ware this wolf,you couldn't **** with silver


Black Fang, I've come to collect.
Anybody that don't wanna die better mosey outback.
But the pack can stay.
For what ya done did you're dyin' this day.

as I opened my mouth and slid my paw to old blue,
twas like the heavens opened up on my whole **** crew,
twin revolvers spitting,splittin' open my pack,
last shot ripped ripper my lieutenant in the back

cause I dragged him over me,hit the deck too,
little rabbit thinks its,over cause I  was hit too,
then I let rip,aiming straight for the head,
coulda sworn that shot left Jackhammer dead
... (but did it?)
Another unfinished track by myself and Jay Byrne... give us a few likes to hear the end(lol cliffhanger style!)
Zachary Jan 2014
i think we all addicted
prescriberd like lil sick kids
depressed for only fitted
new era for the news
to get ******* for the twisted
mini van is two in front and get ******
took gin and juice but sniffed it
glue shoved and huffed
a bag
no lunch
asked to twix it or maybe captain crunch
take a break
chit chat with satan who offers a kit kat
say please satan stand back
demons with a stare notorious
b
i
g
glare
my eyes riding spines
backless lines
one word lies
as she gets shifted
christmas feelings the only part not gifted
reverons speaking one words up lifting
g
o
d
is a new prescription
because our days they are so limited like edition
section or fiction
a book did not quite fit him
becaue he was more interseted in women
who taught pain and sour living
taking faith that was not giving
spread hate as if they sinnin
then grinning
blasphemy is the only one listening
as to see every one living the way they sinnin
eating the plates they skimming
treating favors as dares to forbidden
that is so insignificant
of our innocent
oh so delicate
like a rebel or maybe a filiment
that leading the path with light and a laugh                    
the joker the midnight toker
taught take the money and run
you sure ******* cuss alot for a nun
teach our children that *** is fun
its weird how ignorant we all feel when its all said and done
Sean Flaherty Jul 2015
"We'll see."
(Thirty-two team,
two kyoo-bee,

a full-starting
O-, and only
two-guys on D.)

Mixed-media,
played-with, in poetry.
War, on, inside-me.

Implying-unstable, infer-me,
infirm the insane,
afraid,
and a stain,
and-to-blame.
And,

for shame,
part of race, don't,
myself, run-in.
Tryna buy-my-lunch. (&)
*******'s brought a gun-in.
Element'ry school, and all you wonder's where the fun's went. (&)
"Probably in another-empty-bag of
eaten-Funyuns." (&)
Probably, blue-blew fireworks, with fingers-off...
stumped-him. (&)

"Stomped'em."

Wonder, beauty, why you cryin'?
"Wonder,
if you'd drive?"
Bought-in, you did! To
all-I've-said, ugly and
alive-eyed.

"Wouldn't cough too much,
with tube-in!
You're mouth-dry."
Hampton-Beach-power-plant-hug,
July Five. CJD makes-me.
A bad brine, mine.
Another-youngest,
"Brother has died,
blind."

North Hampton,
on the way to
Hamherst-dam.
"Tryin'-man!
Love, the fam.
Will it be too late t'jam?

If I leave, you, now, from where I am?"
I leave now, from where I am. So,
[Leave now!
From: where I am!]

Leave now, "from where?"
(I'm already there.
Or did we come
the other way?)
"I'm getting there,
****."

I.

Am.

Despite the **** blizzard.
Why am I afraid to say
"it?"
Like:
"it" isn't.
I'm a Wizard.
Are we set,
now?
On-a-plan?
I'm a lizard,
tail-dropped.

Basilisk-Kenevel,
walking water-cans.
Bet you coulda. Know I woulda.
Puddle-crossed,
"Bye," I ran.
Ogled-over noodles,
with the
"wrong-sauce-
Dan-Dan."
I'm always glad to read you.
Wrote to your-self, I am

THE man, I am
THAT guy! I'm not?
"You are."
Just-High.
I fry.
These-frilly vegetarian-victims.
I ripped flesh from bone, before my dogs,
had to sic 'em.

Oh--
if you don't like the channels you can clickclick-click 'em.
If I'm showing off my *****! "Better go-head."
Lick'em.
See? Hawk-my-****, and
Stickemmmmmmmmmm.

Didn't happen to 'bic' him."
D'you know
how to pick 'em?
Cuz I take hit, like you
take-a-****:
Ummmmmmmm
...
well.

And, I turn-it.
All-around.
And I make you
****-yourself.
*******-on my
"all-that,"
it comes, with.
Now, Fall! Back!

Cell-tough, in round-III, so
convert, or burn-winnin'. "Comfy-
When-sinnin'." In-system,
Preferably would, and should-be:
Bobs. Newhart and Lee and "the
Third. " "Cornball." Griffin.
Racist, your second-choice, whiffin'.
K-battin', ten,

outta-tin.
Hear it in the heat, soul-hissin',
lion-sun, bathing,
and she-glisten.
Cast me, to an
island away,
swears-by-we,
"Listen."

"More pills, son?"
Try'na name
your brand,
Of volley-*****.
Wilson,

Rus-sell

"I call them the
'defensive-stars,'"
And this-league: ***.
***. Arr.
Ain't-no-side-

hus-tle.
Fantasy. Cyclycality. Football. And, all Bob's, thought-of, that rhymed.
MOTV Apr 2016
Blasphemy, blasphemy in the city of Rhapsody
Casualties, casualties increased in number, they plunder
Gold chains, gold rings, and hoes
******* up on their nose
Knives and bullet holes
Liquor fumes run out there pores
Another round it's time to  pour
Ball, and steal the ones you love
Grim, like reapers, scythe laying in the trunk
So rowdy, you getting punked
Get out the house, get on the funk
I am, I am the kid who is stacking dollars
I be, I be the one they call the POWER
Stealing from yall' what is no ones
So I came to ball and unfold them
Ace of spades, I be rubbing on the jin
So dam turnt I do now know how it can be sin
She is fire, infernos desire, my mind admires, her waterfall I acquire
I just want that hot verse and that choir
Encore, encore I think I want more
Just like Ceasar, man's brain gets distorted
Because they hoeing, because the gold and drugs that come, people change when you got that dolla huh?

People change, People change, when you got that dolla huh?

Huh?

I be, I be a one man choir

Look at all these ******* in the game. 'Bout to grab that empire
Quentin Briscoe Mar 2013
To much attraction..not enough reaction...but don't reactions cause attractions...or just irritations...scratching the surface until one bleeds...and not healing the wounds that one needs...in all essences the soul should stay strong...if the skin, muscles, and bones stay where they belong...but sometime the shift just a tad..altering the soul you once had.

Looking for my number 2.....cuz my number 1 died a long time ago... surprised....im not she was gettin old...but you...can do what you gotta do to stay brand new...bend over a lil touch your toes... stretch a lil and build strong bones...she forgot to change it up.. after the first time i tore it up.. so eventually the wounds wouldn't stop bleeding...so she had to resort to cheating...

So As i tip toe through the valley of death I shall feel no evil...But im jumping off buildings back flipping blinded like evil Knievel... i shall look death in the face and laugh....as all who oppose my GOD shall fear his wrath...so a dead man i'm for I oppose him daily...And his cries to save me i only hear faintly....but nevertheless he calls me...as i fail to answer but scurry along blindly in to eternity...

i lost my touch, no longer Im i in reach... some body save me.... My body is queasy...and my mind is wheezing... for air....and if I dare....ask why... i only get questions as a reply... is there any help out there?????

why cant i have what i want when shes soo far away...I see her every day in my own special way...My dreams can suffice but only for so long...It wont be to long till i just cant go on...Warm embraces are needed to reassure my freedom..Cuz with out them im a slave to this lust demon...but once she surrounds me..my heart can love freely...and live to survive another day

Still looking for that smile I cant find...and grabbing for that hand i cant touch....feeling incomplete even tho love stares me in the face...its not filling the void.... I'm reaching back for what I let go, letting go so i can reach back...but then there was a reason it lost grip and slipped....

I'm back on the scene like a river flowing stream...I got the sprinkles to make the donut cream...but I don't eat em only learn to treat em....But if they taste good I guess I gotta feed em....Food for your thought wax on wax off...The Kabasa is guaranteed to knock your socks off..

lonely!!!!!!!! but only sleepy.... sad but happy.... Open today closed tomorrow....never look back but im stuck lookin backwards....Hummm this is what happens when you go into withdraw... I depressed...

lonely in the bed with songs in my head....visions of maken love with a body so soft...but when I open my eyes its just a pillow at myside...Time to let it go and free up some room...So may be when I open my eyes I can be holding on to you....(thought)....

Shortly and swiftly I'll drift in to eternity...to be forgotten by those drove into insanity..but remembered by those who still live with humanity...So this death ain't hard to see..Only easy to envision.. destine since the beginnin...ever since we... started sinnin..I can see the future comen and still Im not running....

Why cant you just chill and relax im not here for all this bs.... but you buggin trippen...Im crazy from the words that u shitin... **** now Im all lost for tonight straight up Im lookin for some *** for tonight..since you wanna go there Im trying to... take it there...im a be ******* cuz now i really don't care~!!!

I wish i could be so tender now... but i dont think I know how now... I'm just tryin chill to save us from future ill...It not like i want this cup to spill...Why cant strings be missin why must i be attached...Honestly i can love you but im just not ready for that...Actions of haste leave me with sour taste..as we just became ill.. because you forgotten how to chill..maybe i wont cry, but i will if we die.....

Goodafternoon cruel world how you doin, how you livin...been kinda crazy since i walked in the beginnin...but to you dear world leave my skin and my sin...Cuz where im trying go that stuff cant get in...Well in any way Im still lookin for that somethin, but if it dont come im i can go back to loven runnin!!!

Almost time to become a legal man...a lil wiser and smarter at playin my hand...no more foolish girls...nor foolish boys and there lil worlds...well maybe a lil fun...but making sure i get it done..almost time brand new to the game like Sir'Siah.......but hopefully by the end of the night ill be hearing Jeremiah.....
A piece I wrote a while back. A bunch of small poems in one, from a set of 10 that I want to make my first book called The to be continues....... I don't really think anybody is going to sit here read this but I hope you enjoy something from it. If I get enough views I might post another teaser. (Sir'Siah -my baby cousin)
Bunhead17 Oct 2014
[Verse 1: MGK]
This ain't no halo over my head *****
But dear God can you forgive the sinnin'
For everything that I did since the beginnin'
Because the devil around me so much
That you would think I got a death wish
Yeah, and the voices in my head get louder
Watchin' my career disappear like powder
Wish I could rewind those hours and get my life back
Strike that, hanging on this **** like a life jacket
**** rappin', I was really livin' everything I was spittin'
***** what's happenin'
Fights daily, nights crazy dream chasin' till the drugs came
I was choppin' up them ******* like Jason
Had a ******* face layin' on the cold pavement
Wake up take 'em now I feel sane
Spendin' every penny in the studio slayin'
Me and my mob workin' any odd job
Prayin' this little dream was gonna feed our babies
Save me Lord, save me Lord, what the **** is this curse you gave me Lord
Everybody think I finally made it Lord, but all I am is now is a slave my God

[Hook:]
This ain't no halo...

Revelations says if people wipe every tear from their eyes than death shall be no more, neither shall their be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore for the former things have passed away, EST 4 Life *******!

[Verse 2: MGK]
Put that halo around my neck, *****
And give me death
I'm 22 and this 22 on my left, God bless
Maybe I'll finally see
Maybe they'll return what's originally mine because finder's keep
Maybe I will be great, and this voice of mine was designed to be the finest key
But, I'm losing faith, everyday they got news to break
Like my single flopped, and now I ain't hot
And they don't know if I'm ever gonna see the light of day
My labels mad or my albums bad or you ain't livin' up to the hype we thought you had
Or I lost a fan or I'm in cuffs again and meanwhile I ain't there to be my daughters dad
****! what's left for me? because I don't ever want to become a celebrity
I don't want anyone to feel less than me so put your camera down and stand next to me
Right here, EST, everyone stand together
And if I ever RIP than I know everything I stand for's forever, lace up!

[Hook:]
This ain't no halo...

And when you play this song, hold your head high, *******, don't ever look down, be comfortable with who you are, our flaws are what makes us perfect
EST stand for everyone stands together 4 life
Zachary Jan 2014
good
rid
dunce
i broke it up not to pre
nounce  
what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce
thats the exact reason why i cant fill this *****
you said only take whats given
but id rather live and deal with sinnin
so you know there is still work to be done
living life is happy when you're ******* a nun
treat her to dinner or go finger the sun
youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun
its a favor and its been for granted
lets leave her name down as planted
its stuck as tho my ink can manage
taped to my heart like a bandage
anchored to my soul ive been drowned *****
pull the ******* plug because im now damaged
finished now start as if he planned this
its temper does flare
as those lucky spineless dentures stare
im sorry to disrepute the oldie
but ***** could drive a fast in a fourty if it was for thee
to be on time
but it was for me
it was a trigger and finger that she will now never adore he
good
rid
dunce
i broke it up not to pre
nounce  
what does satan do when he gets ripped off by he coke deal buy an ounce
thats the exact reason why i cant fill this when it counts
you said only take whats given
but id rather live and deal with sinnin
so you know there is still work to be done
living life is happy when you're ******* a nun
treat her to dinner or go finger the sun
youll get burnt by either so why lose the fun
Rob Sandman Apr 2017
Chorus:
Back to the Mud! (the roar of the crowd is the beasts only food)
( The ****** Nine eyes shinin', I'm up to no good!,)
Back to the Mud!(fear starts as a trickle then you're drowned in the flood)
-I'LL BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD!

Feel the trickle of Fear in your bones take hold,
proudly I walk with my eyes Hell cold,
to the centre-a circle o' shields in the grass,
some young buck tryin to keep the hole in his ****,
dropping straight out from under him,
no wonderin-
why? you're gonna DIE cos your mouth got blunderin'
SNAP! steel trap,cause you got me skin creepin'-thinkin...
would you plant a blade while I'm sleepin'?
now you're just a seed,and this field you'll be deep in,
hold the shields up, everybody brace up,
don't hold the line-then my blades in your face up-
to the hilt, try not get kilt,
when the Nine's off the chain there'll be much blood spilt,
its Ambrosia,Ecstasy-my mother's milk,
I'll be be swimmin' in it soon,warms skin like silk...as for you(heheheheh)-you're goin

Back to the Mud! (the roar of the crowd is the beasts only food)            
( ****** Nine I'm Malign and I'm up to no good!,)
Back to the Mud!(fear started as a trickle now you're drowned in the flood)
-I'LL BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD!

I've killed Named Men-Feared men from North and South,
a little runnel of **** runnin' off at the mouth,
wouldn't usually rouse up the beast in my chest,
but now I'm back -you'll be soon on yours gettin' blessed-
you can pray for the day to sway and go your way,
but "ya gotta be realistic" I always say,
you've less chance than a snowflake kissin' a Forge,
as I go to my work on ya-the crowds gorge
rises as one, feel the kiss of of the sun,
on your face...tick tick...time freezes in place,
(as the cold in my soul drifts out to my fingers,
it always happens to me-time just lingers)
,
I start remembering then I start SCREAMING,
Friends,Wife Family-Insides Steaming,
used to be man now they whisper "a DEMON"
hand in a fire don't question the Burnin'-It's time to go...

Back to the Mud! (the roar of the crowd is the beasts only food)            
( ****** Nine's in the Line and I'm up to no good!,)
Back to the Mud!(fear starts as a trickle now you're drowned in the flood)
-I'LL BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD!



Axe blade swoops past me as I fade through,
like a ghost of the mist sinnin' skin clad blue,
while yours-soon RED,then soon DEAD,
wind chimes whistle through the holes in your head,
as I start giggling you stare frightened,
The Titan inside me starts ridin' the Lightnin'
skin steamin' heat Volcanic,
channellin' Hellions as Sheep start to panic

blind terror in the face of blind rage,
Built my crew up from Heroes who've marched off the page
of the History books, some fell to left hooks,
the rest I tore lumps out of til they gave up...
(why did I hold my last blow those ten comrades over?
when since then I've set good friends pushin' up clover?)

I'm the Red Rover rangin' your skin is my hood,
won't be happy til someone gets lucky and puts me right BACK IN THE MUD
Obviously this track is inspired by Joe Abercrombie's First Law Trilogy and I want to thank him for the inspiration,
GO READ HIM!
more Grim Dark Poetry coming soon
Jeremy Betts Dec 2023
We are a bad design
For example;

A vain person disgusted with the same person in every reflection
What insane being had the unmitigated gall to be insertin' that complication into a person
Self-deprivation an infection of a mind nurtured from inception
Do I even need to mention the who, what, where, why and when of my formation

...I've heard it said over and over again...

It's the creator of all creation, although I don't know where they're getting their information
I've read Genesis through Revolutions over and over again, no revelation
A costly salvation, so much rejection for every little infraction
Never seen an open invitation with so much expectation

...not a single one of us are getting in...

We're designed to sin due to his lust for "discipline" lookin' down at the chaos with a menacing grin
A master of manipulation, the "do what I say not what I do" origin
If he's who we're based on then he's who the worst of you see in your reflection
"God is good" should be turned into a question though I understand the hesitation

...I know the fear it's based in...

Not even a good god adaptation, parts of old religion taken and added to your own doctrine
Each page of "his words" a contradiction of the last no matter the translation
It's always been, it's not just now going through a mutation
Under face value it's basic power retention, not somethin' they'll be changin'

...you're in for a rude awakenin'...

Be smart, search your mind not your heart, that's only for circulation
It's lifespan based on repetition, same mission as the Reverend and fellow brethren
This whole things a set up, a con, a lie that people won't stop spreadin'
And if the threat of eternal damnation is the only thing keepin' you from sinnin' then listen

...those morals are set by an immoral faction...

©2023
Mr Xelle Mar 2014
I messed up
I get it I'm so stupid oh I messed up.
So foolish loving vapors that's not real love.

I try to make my self good
My good is Like a filthy rag

I'm guilty all this thinking got me caught up.
Wait a minute let me get it now I'm *******
I'm dripping from my sinnin forgive me love.
I need you more then what I say to clean this mess up
I'm the mess up.

I try to make my self good
My good is Like a filthy rag.
Coyote Dec 2013
Warning! This poem contains foul language and the subject matter is intended for those who share my warped sense of humor (or humour for my European friends). If you are easily offended or devoutly religious, you should probably skip this one. That said, my apologies to Dr. Seuss.



And all the Hos knew there
was something quite odd
about this strange little
self-professed servant
of God



Father Xmas

Every ** down in Hoville
liked ******* a lot
but the Priest who lived
just north of Hoville did not

The Priest hated *******
(at least with the women)
He much preferred cute
little boys for his sinnin'

Why he was so nasty
and hateful and sly
I guess no one really
could understand why

Some said he was born
with only one ball
Some said that his shorts
were two sizes too small

But whatever the reason
his shorts or his *****
He hated the Hos
both the tall and the small

'When the clocks strike eleven
I know just what they’ll do
They will take off their clothes
and commence a ** *****'

'And they’ll ***** and they’ll *****
till their screwers are sore
Then they’ll all take a break
and start ******* some more'

And the more the Priest thought
of the Hos and their *******
the more the priest thought
'they must stop what they're doing'

'I could call the police
Have them taken to jail'
But the Hos knew good lawyers
and would quickly make bail

'Then they’d all wander home
and resume the ** *******
They’d resume the ** hand jobs
They’d resume the ** *******'

Then he threw up his hands
and said 'Oh what the Hell!
If I fancied ***** I’d be
******* as well'

So the Priest left the Hos
to their ****** ploys
and he climbed into bed
with two altar boys.
Ma Cherie Sep 2016
My mind is hurtin'
from the words that were said
I can see your body
still imprinted in your bed
memories gone by
thinkin' they are dead
45 years of a sinnin' life
and my veins have all been bled

I had three children
and he was the other one
the only  two men I'd ever love
turned out to be my only sons
I was a lovin' Mother
I was a lovin' wife
the only two things that
I got right
in this... God-forsaken life

Hey Heaven
won't you open up that pearly gate
I'm hoping there's still a chance for us
and you & I
can end this hate
No I ain't no Holy Roller
and I know that it's your thing
But every once in a while
you
might wanna...hear me sing

I sang to you darlin'
when you were just a boy
when everything in life
looked like another toy
I wrote down those lyrics
in a favorite ol' song book
so I hope you open it up tonight
and give our life,
a second look...

Hey Heaven
won't you open up those pearly gates
he's standing in the front
so tall at six foot eight
Oh, I ain't no Holy Roller
but I'm askin' of the king
if I can join the angels
when they come to you and sing

I'm tired of wasting
and our time is growing old
I got more to say dear
our stories should be told
was ready for the lake of fire
and hopin' for the land of gold

I'm raising voices
and I'm not the only one
you and I we share this sound
and it's been a real good run
sang country, blues and rockin' roll
hell...
it was a lotta' fun

I sang for my lovers
and  I sang for my friends
times so sweet that I recall
remindin' me of when
I'm askin' as I go,  
and I'd do it all again

Hey Heaven
won't you open up those pearly gates
I hope you're not closing
I hope I'm not coming late
No...I ain't no Holy Roller
but you know
I can't stop this thing
and every once in a while
I see you when you smile
and I know you  like...
to hear me sing


Cherie Nolan 2016
An ode to a beautiful person, not sure I can take credit, idea was beautiful.
This is written by me at least,
a challenge by a friend
and metaphorically speaking for a lot of different reasons
i write my life and for a lost child and a child I lost...two sons one only in Heaven one only here...hard to explain?
Anyway had to write it.
Smiles May 2014
Wake up to the roar of the sirens
Down on the ground a poor corpse is lying
Here comes the ambulance all in a rush
Because just like  gravity all he needed was a push
Now he wakes up but not at the golden gates
No one's showing up; maybe God was late
But when he finally came it was Satan instead
"Sir it does appear that your *** is dead!
But don't worry your poor little mind *** youre not to blame
It was me who had you like a puppet. You were playing my game!
So now if you'd gladly give me your soul, I have for you a new purpose. Yes, a new role! Since you have such a fixation with Death how bout for a day I let you be him yourself! You won't be wearing any tarnished old robes. You'll look like your normal self as "normal" goes. You'll happily slay all who've betrayed you. All of the souls that have misguided and played you. When I'm all full and are satisfied with my feast, I'll let you off free. I'm not that much of a beast! I'm really quite a nice guy now go have some fun. I'll let you know when your job is done."
Out of hell the young man had risen
Scythe in hand it was time for some SINNIN'
J Nc Dec 2019
Golden olive arab eyes
Gods only know that look belies
Raw emotions there residing
A force, to rival time or tide
Or maybe just a passing thought of passion from ago

Anadulterated love or hate
Her capacity for each, so great
Mercurial, maternal journal
Of passing days with eyes alit
On fire, in frenzy, champs at bit
Or maybe she'll just dance

Or sing a song, puff on her ****
Shes fine as **** in nets or thong
But classy, unlike wiry roughnecks
Trying to tag along

My goddess of the cradle,
She'll send me to my grave
From hair breaths,
A hairs breadth before I drown in satin

Her love shines through like bright white linen,
She lights me up
In prayers, in sinnin
Frantically, she gives her all
She spends herself
Heeds every call
For help they ask and ask and take
Dont tell her that love conquers all
She knows thats ****
And shes no doll of fragile porcelain,
She'll fall and bounce right back but better
Howd i ******* go and get her
To fall for me, cause im no catch
A schlub from that ol black gold patch
An angel, just like Lucifer
Was, upon a time
She sees in me what I can't see
And when those eyes are cast on me
I wither like the ashes of burnt paper
Or my life
I hope some day she'll let me (if i were her, i wouldnt, bet me)
Make my queen my love-ed wife
...
J Nc 12-31-19
Bad decisions from.poor livin'
Doin' time in Reapers Prison
Since Hells risen Pistols grinin'
Cuz the world's deep sinnin'
minds drippin'
From bleedin' through knowledge & pain
Some say I'm insane strain cuz I feed my brain
**** and Hennessey
Puffin' with my homies
on the block
Posted up lookin' for the 502 that's corrupt
Beyond that I polish my gat
Cuz there's always a ****** after midnight
Get my head right but my thoughts loose
no screws in it
I'm.in to win it
vanishin' demons now I'm replenished
Adversaries couldn't repent from it
Now they restin' in lovely caskets I'm drastic
Cold heartless *******
Feel like the world is mine entice by crime
In these hard times
I try to keep peace but always find an adversary
Always tryna bury me
I feel like Jesus at the age of thirty three
My half been ****** since he left Bethelham
On The Lords land through the deserts burning sands
Bringin' Vengeance Upon Pharaohs kids with blood in hands
Got ****! I'm seeing history repeat itself
From past times keep my head above the rim
Is it me she he or him
Devils lookin' grim uh
Demons come guised as an angel
Ain't nothing strange Momma
We was made from love
Though we faced with Drama
From coke **** to ****** *******
Endurin' heat in the heart of the streets
They try to enforce on ya flushin' ya
Makin' hell for a hustla

witness my strap as i slap
these ******* rhymers into a nap **** this aint about rap
its deeper than that
im tryna take my roots back
im black as the fugees in 96
deep in the mix of ****
**** the record execs
scared of me cuz im a one man threat
like makaveli shots to my belly
ill still live on get my puff on
same ol song im breakin down the industry
and exposing all my enemies
watch em bleed in glee
im livin recklessly no mercy from me
im.comin with fire and brimstone
dont throw stones
at glasshouse
unless ya wanna be doused
in gasoline   high octane
im coming wicked from my brain
embrace my pain
envisioned prophecy of all my
enemies slain
******* is thing of the past
they try to **** me
but i broke free from the
drug community
peepin' me i see ya five os
peepin in my window
but i got guns for ya
hidin like malcolm with an ak ready slay
any ***** or body
know the art of war
when ***** muthaphukkaz tried to rush ya crush ya
but i **** first
**** they make hell for hustla
phantom89 Sep 2013
.. can i talk to u for a mintue ?
u c i got this problem i cant stop sinnin
constantly sippin in this liquor im swimmin
injecting my venom in trifling *** women
estilo derranged do u like? are u grinning?
can i b ur savior and lift up ur spirit?
burning slow till i slowly diminish..
and wats left u can keep cuz baby im finished ..
Rob Sandman Aug 2018
I'm the best and worst,better than your first,
*******, but worse than Courtney takin' the Shotgun to Kurt,
Chick-Chick BOOM! too soon?-get the the **** out
I got more brains than the Cobains Greehouse,
He was in Nirvana...now maybe he's IN NIRVANA,

I don't know I'll leave it there maybe ask Buddha,
brutha believe me you can't deceive me,or relieve me,
even a trained hunting Dog can't retrieve me


Let's be Frank...
I leave rappers quieter than Helen Keller's beef with Anne Frank,
need enough Franc's for a trip to France to get some stamp's Franked...

Frank White or Frank Castle I'm an angry Irish *******,
arguments against me are simply facile,
sit the **** down, drop the Mic like a hot Spud,
afore you get stood all over by the Bull Stud,
I'm a ******* detector, Patriotic defector,
criminal Electors rippin' off the Exchequer
while I'm busy in your Ma's room strippin off her knickers!


I'm swimmin with an Army of ex Special Forces Women
to the Island offshore accounts are on Gunnin' and Grinnin,
constantly Sinnin' I'm Constantine slammin a Mirror offa Demon
Leavin your bird's face like a Doughnut glazed in *****,
dosin' every coffee cup in MIT with DMT,
Observin Scientists tip over at the knees like fallin' trees
new discoveries abound as PHD'***** the ground,
if Forest Whitaker fell in the woods would he make a sound?


My ground and pound will confound-verbal skills will astound,
next memory is wakin' up with a crowd around,
ye wanna step and test?,don't mean to be crude,
but ye must have a real taste for hospital food,
through a straw-thru a wired up jaw,
playing ****** up games like Saw,
ye shoulda saw the consequences when ya raised yer paw
yer Paw shoulda raised ye better bout raisin' fists to yer betters,
bunch of bedwetters tryin' to do a Man's job, forget it.


I'm the best and the worst,best friend-worst enemy,
big mistake offendin' me,don't need no one defendin me
but I still have a crew of real hard rocks,
the lads are used to the hard knocks,
you're used to the hard *****!
your faces are so shocked,
you just got yer snot rocked
now you're layin' face first cause you ****** with the best/worst!
Another-"Fell out of me fairly fully formed at 6am" Poem,
more to come, next will be the true story of me drifting out to sea many years ago!.
E.C.! https://soundcloud.com/eclectic-collective-eire
Mariah Jun 2014
My ex kinda reminds me of my dad.
Their so ****** similiar, in my head i think its sad.
Two playas in the past tryin to change for their women.
But behind their backs they doin dirt and steady sinnin.
Not knowin what they have, ****** around with the past,
Cant give up their old ways, its to much to ask.
Cant give up the women, they need more then one.
Cant stick to commitment, one day and they done.
Playin with our heart, thinkin its fun.

****** over a bunch of girls, now they all cautious,
Duckin and dodgein when they see a chick they called it off with.
Miserable in their sleep dreamin of women huntin for revenge,
Rethinkin in their heads its time to trade the playa card in.
To bad thats not enough,
Next day that **** is dust,
Hiding stuff in they phone wonderin why we dont trust.

we the dwellers on this earth
not even aware of life's worth
the kings 'n' queens of hearts
do not recognize the true arts

just bein' busy chasin' desires
no realisin' that once all retires
we the rulers of whatever likes
blind to the Power that strikes

we to disobey His commandin'
the more pretendin' overtakin'
as we lack every understandin'

we to choose to remain sinnin'
before devotin' into submittin'
we the ones that are mistakin'


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 24/08/1436
'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'
Vampyre Kato Apr 2016
Awake At Night
I'm In The Dark
I Want To Hang Now
Hang My Self
Or Hang Out
Kundini Rising
I Feel Like Flying
Visions Of Sirens
Overwhelming Silence
Who Influnced You To Do This
I Did
Passion & Pain Weighing Down On My Eyelids
Static In The Air I See A Ghost
They Say No Ya Don't
It's Not A Joke Look
Right Over There
I Won't Blink First
Put My Desire To Die
In A Deep Verse
Let The Pen Cry
As I Try To Reharse
The Now Is The Near
Years Will Not Reverse
Detach I Mean That
Astral Gates Oh Wait Let Me Lean Back
I'm So Relaxed That My Trance Gets Enhanced
The Surface That I'm Surfing
Becomes Part Of Me
Pardon Me I Can't Feel My Hands
My Body Or This Land
I'm Peter Pan
I Love Trees
The Reason I Am Living &
Holding On Listen Close
This Invisible Role
Is A Round My Throat
Rituals With Goat  A Lamb A Cult
I'm Not A Fan Of Shows
Tv Makes Me Uneasy
My Manners Though
Like Romance Thier Beautiful
So Natural I Obereve The Actual
I Have No Rite To Concern With Factual
No Limits Till I'm Finished
My Light Will Never Diminish
Pure No Longer Sinnin
But The Pain ****  Its So Deep
I'm So Alone In A Crowded Room
OOH Nobody Run Me
Earth Is Picture Perfect
Alot Of People Hurt It
I Wonder Who Will Say They Heard This
I Know My Pain Like I Know My Name
It Always Rains
I Don't Beg  But When I Do
The Souls I Choose
They Walk Away
I Want To Walk & Talk Today
I Talk To Ghost
Alone I Got An Awful  Lot To Say
BB Nothing Oct 2011
Sleeping, to me, is oh so great,
A little bit of love, no more hate.
The world I know has turned against me,
But no one notices; can't they see?
I loved and loved and kept on given,
Now they say I was always sinnin'.
Maybe, maybe I could dream.
All I need is a little gleam...
POM Jan 2019
Can I be honest I hate the way that I've been living
staying away from Your word because I hate the way I'm sinnin'
confessing the same sins that I seem to keep committin'
the things that I don't want to do I hate to say I did them
sometimes my thoughts are crazy I feel I should be admitted
exactly what I be thinkin
I probably shouldn't admit
you'll point your finger at me and forget those other three digits
hmm, let me let that sink in a minute
have you ever wanted to flip a switch because somebody was eating chips like here's a bag do it fast and when you do swallow em
I hope you choke when you do so I can just smile at him
hearing these lines will probably make some of you people nervous
look I'm a Christian but I'ma stop pretending like I am perfect
because I'am not the God no I'm not the one I'm servin'
never lean on a man because someday every man will fall
I learned those words from my wise father-in-law
Can I be honest ....

oh my beloved how to ever be reachin'
when thy beauties are beyond the sun
for truly the existence with you begun
as thy love's the only worth beseechin'

'n' sweet be every word ye're preachin'
as for thy wisdom ye did bestow upon
the ones praisin' ye, who at first shun
but still reject the one 'n' true teachin'

for tho i am also but among the sinnin'
'n' my hands set out tho empty within
thy love still the only worth beseechin'

so how to achieve whatever i besiege
when a conscience becomin' a nothin'
thy love is the only worth to beseech


*..love always...


عرفان بن يوسف © AH 14/04/1437

'a (freestyle meter) Sonnet'
Beautiful women come with beautiful sinnin,
Wrap our bodies up in the softest linen,
10 thousand thread count, way out
In the stars when we eat that lucy and space out.
Let the album play out,
running around in circles, a ring in a boxing bout,
Straight chillin.
Putting all my time and energy into hip hop composition,
I'll display my passions at a free show for general admission,
The acquisition of cognition comes and fades, like apparitions.
no repetition.
no intermission.
All verse, no hook, yeah, the chorus missin.
The words come, and then they go.
The impermanence of life is present in the flow.
A happy man with a split smile named Glasgow.
Bleeding passion.
all these rappers verses is haphazard.
But I'm just a *******
With his craft mastered, cutting lines on the dashboard
Until further notice.
I'll rise from the murky depths and bloom with the lotus.
You know this,
Uh.
I like to flow but I'm bad at it
Max Neumann Oct 2020
this whole world is like a pit
by your side, i'll find a way

prosperin' in times of sadness
people are loaded with madness
questions in their eyes, a quest
by your side, i'll be blessed

lord, i wanna be good, so good
lord, i wanna die in the hood
baby, take a trip with me, soul dealin'
we were sick, now got feelings of healin'

don't get me wrong, don't tell it everybody
yet i'm not flawless, a human being, a body
lord, i wanna be good, so good
lord, i wanna die in the hood

lead me through the valley of my fear
lead me through the valley of my tears
o lord, holy almighty, you sent me milly
do i deserve her? am i worthy?

ya know me, a friend of forties, a slowie
fan of bowie, jeezy, straight up deezy
i don't respect the "i", but my woman
o lord, holy almighty, you sent me milly

the beginning of a journey, the winning
just the beginning, i'll be fightin' waterfalls
all in all, i'll crush the chinese wall to be
with you girl, not my new girl, but my true girl

funky like a whirlwind, my head is spinning
people waitin: what about him, ain't no sinnin'??
don't have to to do that, cause i am tru dat, so in it
my head is spinnin', lord i wanna be good

i wanna live and die in the hood, maybe in the woods
you sent me milly, this is not to be misunderstood
embers in her eyes, and a nice-hearted smile
lord, do i deserve her? am i worthy?

ya know me, a friend of forties, a blowie
o lord, holy almighty, please bless us...
dennis drain Mar 2017
****....
                You really wanna know??.....
  I can tell you but you better sit And listen.
                             (Chorus:)
See.... growin up I liked to climb trees  
Sway in the breeze.
Somethin bout high places always helped me think.
does anybody understand that I am what I've seen??
I feel alone and different cuz the other kids don't understand my life's position.
All alone on a farm with my grandpa takin my parents position.
Independent and good in the kitchen,
I spent most days learnin how to fit in.
Playin ***, drugs, and prison.
I was to well educated in the art of sinnin
3 years old an adults had my head spinnin
I had trouble sleepin,
I'd stay awake and listen, wishin I could party with the big kids.


I think I'm kinda crazy. I don't show it but-
  I'm always thinkin bout the wrong things.
Hustlin ****** fightin and drugs,
Acted like a ****, i was shown no love
I didint have friends when i was growin up.
Nobody liked me, cuz I was to busy fightin the ones they loved.

I chose to be the most wanted outlaw in history....
I Taught myself to live in the streets.
When no one was lookin I was always crookin.
Looking at life from a delinquents position.
I dreamed of drug dealin, sellin and, cookin.
I saw myself as a gangster in prison.
Practiced cuz I figured that a menace needs
To know what he's dealin with if gonna
Grow up to be a street soldier.
back to paradise
where the old life
was nice and had a slice
of the pie
no racism or prejudices
sick of this
this world im livin' in
everyday moved by sin
and them fake grins
nothing but plottin' djinns
every since i came in
into a world full of scorn
born with an open mind
to grind as i shine
my intellectual beam one man team
livin' this life called a dream
longed turned a nightmare
glimpse of glare stare
down into the dark crossroads
to marinate my soul
not sell my soul
must be nice in past time paradise  

not that im stuck with
this fake paradise added my own spice
so i could flavor up my own life
nothin' but painful memories
harmin' since i was a baby
lately i been seein'
the world crumble can't be humble
in a world made by rudeness
cuz them devils movin' this
hard to lose this
game clutched on our souls
grab a hold and control
the steerin' wheel of life
or ya brain everyday im growin' vain
cuz i cant explain?
the pain held inside my brain
and I know when it's time to go
the universe
will lay out a carpet of wisdom
so i can ride on glide on
to a place thats far from here
placin' my legacy in the atmosphere


now that im placed
as one of the judges
broke the grudges to smudges
laid upon my skin this sin
ain't really me
just a trapped energy
waitin' to break free
times await for the great serpent
im layin' my blueprints
for the battle in the killin' fields
take cover and shield
cuz if not?? you'll get killed
by these lions lyin'
in front of ya livin' to bedrooms
soon for the booms
as i consume I
blossom like a bloom
exposin' buffoons
attracts minds like a
scent of woman's perfume
transform on the scene
let the wind meditate my peen
played by cream this ain't a meme
this everyday livin' casted sinnin'
upon this beautiful land cursed man
with a sword in my hand
refuse to be mannequin
sell my soul? only to be rented  again
cloned in a laboratory check the allegory
they been clonin' since
The mid- forties
**** bein' a fiest
id rather die in this fake life
and reunite with the
spirits reigin' in paradise
Ken Manuel Aug 2017
|||| All 4 Nuthin | All 4 Sumthin ||||
Chorus
Though ya may think it's all for nuthin,
it is really all fa sumthin...
programmed ta be a chicken dumplin...
Your whole world keeps on crumplin!
Drunk n stumblin...
But inside True Love keeps on grumblin...
Verse 1: I'm comin in, bicycle kickin. Grippin n' spittin, like I'm pistol whippin! Don't start trippin! I was always sinnin! Spin-kick this **** like Lui-Kang! Grew up on it like Wu-Tang! Though I must admit I *******! This thang will change ya brain come back like a boomerang! Like Three-Six I was where tha killaz hang,slang, take change, BANG BANG! Spill ya brains! Now here we go let's follow, deep in the hearts of Chicago! Hollows []! Datz what they'll make you swallow! Deep in Humboldt Park, in the dark are the sharks! Pistols spark, 5-0 dunno where ta start! Ain't no love up in their heartz! Morbid Art! But Love is what they want, Up in the "Twilight Zone"! A place I called my home! What I spread all alone! On my own! Up in tha crowd not very loud nor very proud!Seperate the clouds allowed now one with the Tao (Dao)! Gangz fight fa the light n' don't even see it in their sights! Test your mights! What's left is really right! Within darkness is really light! That's why we have all the stars!That is what we are!By far just avatars ridin round' in hoopty cars! When it's all said n' done the whole universe is already ONE!Love in the Sun Hate in the gun! You can stay or you can run... Choice is your's this verse is done!
Chorus
Though ya may think it's all for nuthin,
it is really all fa sumthin...
programmed ta be a chicken dumplin...
Your whole world keeps on crumplin!
Drunk n stumblin...
But inside True Love keeps on grumblin...
Verse 2: Though I keep presentin', what I'm represtin! Used to be resentin', There's truth in sentencin! In my defense I'm fencin' in! All y'allz muh ****** residence! Check out all the muh ****** evidence! Every word is relevant! Guess again! Sill a Maniac Latin Disciple wit out da automatic rifle! Love in my heart comes to stifle! Yada-Yada! thinkin ya gangsta wit all that product! Nada-Nada! Gotta-Gotta! Leave with alotta-alotta! Super essential extential why I oughtta oughtta! Man Slaughta Slaughta! Slap clap my vocal cords, my best friends are Mickey Cobraz and Vice Lordz! N' what's more? Turn no ****** away from muh door! I stand on muh 6six6!Tho on one point True Love it depicts! Spit muh lit-**** hit tha bricks! Stayin real to this ****! Though all these otha ****** quit! True Love is real always be legit! That's why I've come to re-write the script! Go ahead n' take hit! It's okay, I'll be on my way! but just for today this what i want to say! Tho you think it's nuthin it's a really meant fa sumthin! Tho you might try ta conceal, recogonize how you truly feel! Real life real recognizes REAL! No not that ***** Bo Deal! See past you lies n' I promise ya heart will reveal! HEAL! Use Love as your shield! God as your sword that's what you wield! Go ahead and take these words if you wanna steal! **** the hate in this world with no ****! Twist ya mind ta the truth like a rubics cube! Spread it viral like sum **** on youtube! Stay True to You! Do whatcha do n' no matter whatcha do do it the way you wanna do it! You don't even have to listen to me cuz...
Chorus
Though ya may think it's all for nuthin,
it is really all fa sumthin...
programmed ta be a chicken dumplin...
Your whole world keeps on crumplin!
Drunk n stumblin...
But inside True Love keeps on grumblin...
To all the Gangstaz out there find love!
Lookin' in the mirror
I see pain and depression
Take another sip of the Hennessey
Glance at my Smith n Wesson
Wonder why so many of us stressin'
Brain locked and shocked
With so much aggression
Society so quietly fallin'
Too many women and men
On social media flexin' like ballin'
Fallin'
Deep in the game it's a crime shame
Wish we could all go back to tame
But these younger members of society to brainwashed mayne
Might as well take a snort of *******
Rush out of reality I'm feelin' sane
Or better take tokes of the Mary jane
Lovin' her hairy strains
Things ain't the same so many in a rush
With no where to go so just slow your role
Take it easy cuz the world will live tomorrow
Tried to embrace a chase of love
But it's hard to follow
Many hands reaching cuz they wanna borrow
Your time and pay but they don't know that your souls filled with sorrow
So to make a move you gotta pull ya head together try to endeavor
Ya life but it's stuck in a stormy weather
Boarded my brain cuz society struck
Feelin' like **** soon to be flushed
Hard to survive cuz the world is so **** korrupt


Too much ****** going on cuz of heavily sinnin'
I see the demons entering the earth deeply grinnin'
Stuck at a race cuz of a paper chase
You thought you was safe until they raided your place
No secrecy or privacy so don't get mad
at me when they expose you you'll see
Open up ya third eye so you can better flee
From a world in such captivity
Brains at a mental a capacity none could shatter me
Cuz I keep my mind free from
All the blood rushin' from my nerves creatin'
Travel of thoughts so I can keep on makin'
Poetic so Deep that should be crimed in fined
I'm tryna to dig in your mind
But you silence as a mime
These dudes chasin hoes that barely amount to a dime
Now we got an agenda pushin a confused gender
Men turning women and men turning women
Tryna turn us straigh men femine
And the woman masculine
But then again
We have none to step up in fight
For All of the wickedness that's takin flight
Nobody wanna pull there index finger on the trigger
Even if I tell the truth they'll look at me as ******
Still feelin' bigger
Every time I testify magnify all the lies
Head to the sky so why even lie
To myself gotta watch my health
Move in stealth
Cuz it's hard to past the struggle
Couldn't see what I see even if you had a Hubble society's in trouble
Livin' in the land of the loss
Where all the souls is lost and tossed
Out morals and values and how you
Embraced by a world that belittles you
But still
They stuck in a love crush treat it as must
Self destruct uncut cuz the world is korrupt
dennis drain Mar 2017
****....
                You really wanna know??.....
  I can tell you but you better sit And listen.
                             (Chorus:)
See.... growin up I liked to climb trees  
Sway in the breeze.
Somethin bout high places always helped me think.
does anybody understand that I am what I've seen??
I feel alone and different cuz the other kids don't understand my life's position.
All alone on a farm with my grandpa takin my parents position.
Independent and good in the kitchen,
I spent most days learnin how to fit in.
Playin ***, drugs, and prison.
I was to well educated in the art of sinnin
3 years old an adults had my head spinnin
I had trouble sleepin,
I'd stay awake and listen, wishin I could party with the big kids.


I think I'm kinda crazy. I don't show it but-
  I'm always thinkin bout the wrong things.
Hustlin ****** fightin and drugs,
Acted like a ****, i was shown no love
I didint have friends when i was growin up.
Nobody liked me, cuz I was to busy fightin the ones they loved.

I chose to be the most wanted outlaw in history....
I Taught myself to live in the streets.
When no one was lookin I was always crookin.
Looking at life from a delinquents position.
I dreamed of drug dealin, sellin and, cookin.
I saw myself as a gangster in prison.
Practiced cuz I figured that a menace needs
To know what he's dealin with if gonna
Grow up to be a street soldier.
Yeah all for the bond
The only way I'll die is by the gun
Cuz I live by it die by it
Revolutionist at heart
Been destined for this since the start
Of my birth while demons catchin' mirth
Hell continues on earth
Got po' folks robbin' po' folks
Got a bunch of hoodlums
Toting glocks gun smoke
Ya for a ten piece of rock
Got **** too much drama
No help from uncle Sam slam the hood is like a jail cell
Institutionalized can't live well
Lite my hydro so ya can get a whiff and smell
Reality Its hard to rehabilitate
From a damaged mentality
The principality  taking over
Soon to be rolled over
If don't take back our rights
I ain't going out without a fight
I'm an outlast outlaw
Raw don't give a **** if I last
And if the gun blast
Bury
me with my shot gun
With triple stars on my grave
I'll die a violent hero
Gotta be brave



Hell yeah i was nothing
creatin' from nothing
struck out the atmosphere in the drop of a tear
then came fear eyes open cryin'
soaked in blood folks above
bright head lights smiles of mad joy
doctors said its a boy 
then turned grimace they seen a early menace
im misbehavin' since i got esoteric messages from the maven
back again its return of the panther
stick enemies with my rugers flex harder than luger
who want it? bullets i flaunt it?
likes its my bad ***** hot stitch switch
then back to reality back to life
stickin' deep into intellects like a butcher knife
bleed ya with thorough knowledge
know the ledge get it? got ammo under the bed
so when the feds
come all they get is a peace of my flames instead
burn souls bodies start to quiver
stuck in the eternal dark hell starts to shiver
overload
o yea im the brother that the government warn about
seekin' my where about?
i stay concealed like Waldo ya know
but i may see my doomsday
may get hit like Don Vito  gaspin' for breath
news headlines sayin' im dead but don't know i just fled
machievelli principles im livin' too many sinnin'
earth full of malice soon to perish
and im still battlin' sables puttin'
friction on haters that cause major sparks
from Texas to the upper eastern coast of New yorK!!
Opening minds from my universal lines
Tooken from outta space time
Ya know I'm
Always traveling at light speeds
Indeed since I was a prodigy breed
Fools make it hard for me to breath
But I opened room once I let my nine squeeze
Silently I see my enemies fall asleep reap
What ya sow straight from heavens door
I was destined for war made out poor
First finished last
Last is the first when it comes to thirst
Rich man's dry from all of the material high
Luxury livin can't even see his own sinnin'
Devils is grinning listening
But his soul ain't dwelling
With the poor I'm see em strugglin just for por-ridge **** near empty fridge look what the system did
Barely makin with the kids
Broke off the rich mans bid
As the prices rise I telepath to graph
My natural high in a spritual tie
No lie but it lies
With in the message huh



While the troops grounded for government loot
In the cities they shoot
Intelligence mute give us the boot
But at the same time got chemicals to swoop
Down in my neighborhood there I stood
Once on the block as a child wild
Young n crazy
Thought this world was made for me
But I wasn't ready seen to many
Brothers go to the penitentiary
Along with the eses I could write an essay
I'm going down like mayday say say
Didn't mean to stutter
Ask for help but folks love to shutter
You out they life acting strife
Positioned the knife
So they can back stab ya then leave ya
Bleeding to ya last breath
Opened arms for death
Take a flight of the steps
On the Stairway to heaven
Injured on the fifth
Died on the sixth but resurrected on the seventh
and this life
is far from paradise
it started off nice
Adam was the foundation of man
and eve the beauty of a women
but the came evil spirits
to poison mother earth o how it hurts
we stuck in a flirt
with materials after dead serials
only to feed imperials
self greed left for sorrowed seeds indeed my mind feeds
off wisdom and then some
yo I wasn't born just to pay bills and die
and ask the Lord why?
I was made from pleasure
but birthed through pain in my membrane
I took on the stains
as the raindrops hit the window pane
gotta keep it sane
followin the footprints that
Malcolm and Garvey Left
feindin' for freedom
they label me troublesome
cuz I won't take none
won't conform look in the eye of the storm
and there I was
sittin' with some spirits wise men
guide strong men
since I was baby
I knew this world was shady
**** it it don't phase me
I rather lay my life
then put it up for a price
yeah and though the devils
give multiple levels
I choose to be a rebel
and stand on militant morals
they don't care about us
so why should we care about them?
huh situations lookin' grim
I gotta keep my pistol cocked and locked ready to rock
a sucka til his death bed eyes bloodshed
feel my wrath America
Laws of Karma is preoccupied
soon to see a homicide
enemies come and get a free ride
to murderville all the way to Capitol Hill
Washington ain't that hard
once I pull they *** card
hidin behind a masked images
only to be exposed by those
who watching my clock tick tockin'
don't be alarm it's
just th grim reaper knockin'
at the front door face to floor prepared for war
pain takin soar
for all the sinnin'
cuz this life ain't livin it's prison
M: You so petty like Tom be
Roaming around the earf like a zombie

P: You so petty like Tom be,
Roaming round the earth like a zombie clad in Abercrombie
Shut up, Fitch.
Pitchin a fit like a tone-deaf finch singin out of pitch, lickin a wack *** riff
Lost in space, trippin tha rift
Ya'll won't dig what I spit, but you could at least sift through the remnants

M: Here's your penance for the Cubs winning the pennant
Shut up man, you're no John Lennon
If you was a car, I'ma say you'd be a Lemon.
Here's my lime, it's a rhyme that I wrote in no time
About how crime can pay well if you do it right

P: It's time to plunder and plight, I'm full of blunder and spite
The Boy Wonder, I'm a robbin and I'm about to take flight
The crowd be clappin thunder all night
I'm slinging lightning, that's right
I'm Zeus, you're Hades and we'll be warring for the spotlight.
I may be a hater, but you're my hatee and the boss' order is:
Don't quit your day job, just keep on workin your nine to five.

M:I'm deep in the slime call me a Muck raker,
**** taker, but I never really give em though
Not a nice dude, but I've never really hit a ***
Kinda wonder why I ever really spit a flow in the first
Flow is absurd, crow is a bird, and they're murderous.

P:The rhyme is evolutionary, **** man, but what's a Muk to a Grimer?
Ya'll amateur rappers are just slappin paint on the canvas without a primer
There's no substance to your "art", I'll see your Trap and raise you a Hip Hop, cross the streams and blow up like Slimer.

Ya'll just some nickel and dimers tryin to hold up a dime store so you can pick up that dime sack that you're trying to afford.

The kind of fools ain't nobody got time for.
I've ascended Mt. Olympus, you ******* need to learn how to climb more.

M: Climb up, climb down, or don't climb at all
Don't listen to those try-hards,
Watch Die Hard again and then give me my vengeance.
You ever do penance? If not that'll cost ya six pence
And I need that **** quick since I already spent it.
Rap Game Tom Selleck.

Tom Hanks is a real person
Celebrities are real people.
I wish everyone would just feel people
Not like corporeally, but emotionally worth it.
Sober immaculate cut the tension with a hatchet.

Black people hate me cause I say I'm not racist
So I guess they just hate cause they faithless

P: Do not mistake the faithless with the tasteless,
But before I screech all my beliefs, let's just sink back into the cool relief of giving praise tot he great King Nostalgia.

Welcome to Good Burger, hey remember Hans Gruber, let's watch re-runs of Law & Order?

Your girl gobblin up my junk, call her **** Wolf.
More sinister than any Stallone villain, call me Mister Dolf Lundgren
Nerdier than any dragon or dungeon.
Dirtier than any old man askin his waitress for more sugar packets so he can drop em on the floor and watch her bend over.

Red Rover, Red Rover, this verse should already be over, but I cant stop reading this Buzzfeed article telling me the 5 best lines from Crimson and Clover


M: Prolly skips like a *****.
Worth the risk.
It's curious, facts
When all I spit are spurious raps
I'm furious, Jack
Like I am jacks unbridled sound of fury since my patience is tried but with nobody on the jury
It's hard to define if I should be
Calm or Worried

P: My destiny is sittin right next to me, but I can't pick it up cuz it's too **** heavy.
I get a grip, my muscles rip, it's stuck tot he ground because I am Unworthy
How unfortunate that I made it all the way here, just to find out I can't lift up Mjolnir.

Or maybe it's a trick of the mind, I'm a victim of fear.
Maybe it's time to let my senses unwind and focus only on what is near.
It's time to make a profit off of what my prophet holds dear in his lockett, instead of settling for a Stepford Career.

Gouda is good, and Cheddah is bettah, but I'm to to make some of that Gruyere.

M: Gruyere, Camembert
List the cheeses til you're Jesus man,
Talking like you even know a lil piece of the Jesus man's plan.
I think if any of us knew it wouldn't even really please us fam,
Cause absolute knowledge is pain,
Actually growing is lame, and all we are is ever in between two planes of existence
So find the path with little resistance.

P: My prophet ain't Jesus, do you capiche this?
God's plan ain't nothin but a back-up like a clogged drain, or where the food came
that hadn't been chewed enough by the backward's spelling of the man himself.

D-O-G

Lookin for his bounty, but I'm a gatherer not a hunter
So you best expect that I'll be laid to rest in peace while you're still suffering from the disease of lying through your teeth.
Best BELIEVE!
Of my Philosophy, you can not conceive.
Whether or not you've thrown away your virginity doesn't decide whether you're imprisoned or free.

To be free costs a fee, but the sinnin is free.
It don't make no sense to me, so I consult my sensei who says to **** down a sasparilla, smoke some sensimillia, and tuck my head between my knees
Until the atomic wind has passed and I'm left to enjoy the cool breeze.
*******! Literally.
What if God was one of us?
He'd probably sob because of what he's done.
But with no consequence his reign will run.
Check the mic, make sure it's not a gun

M: Nuclear winter is chill boss
As your lawyer I need to tell you to lay off the pills boss put them ***** back in the pill box dude
all theology is toxic really and western ideology is very jesus-centric even though dude was basically just a fasting eccentric

Oops the mics been a glock this whole time and the safety broke long ago prolly round the time the patriarchy spoke up and plotted the embargos

P: Oh, well, I guess we gotta ditch the stolen cargo
Form something new and see hor far it goed
Don't be distracted by the hard blows, I mean, the blowhards
Look no further than your own hand to see if your success is in the cards.

**** WE NEED TO DO THIS EVERY DAY
WE'LL BE UNSTOpPABLE

I mean you're alread nine million miles ahead of my ***,
I've been cruisin in coach and blah blah first class
Similies and poetry are base to me
I want to talk about philosophy in non-interpretable terms make the common people squirm in their nikes
Only a capitalist society can bring true revoltion, but the truth is no one really wants it even the revolutionaries are scared of what change do they want enough trainers so they can change shoes and listen to the blues to feel like feeling is real when it's really just a memory of something unlearnable.

P: Hey Nike, he likes it
Oops, I blew it,
I meant Just Dew The Dew it.
Obey the corporate propaganda, don't see through to the blue skin dudes n ****.
Throw them Locs on

M: Someone ******* **** me already cause I can't do it by myself
Cause I don't do illegal ****, I keep my trophies on a shef
In the basement in a house that nobody but the bank owns
Let me get some dank loans so I can open up a bank, holmes

Don't burn me, I'm tryin earnestly to fix ****
I don't believe in magic but I believe in possibility
which I guess is really just the same thing as magic when you get down to it
I'm trying to draw a circle on a chalkboard and jump right through it
I went t the school of truant bibliophiles the curriculum:
wild the teachers were posters of feral beasts with logos and copyright laws
I bet Gandhi quotes are trademarked, you dumb Marxist

P: Holmes, like the detective, but people never give enough respect to the perspective of the Watson.
Just give me that watch son, and keep on walkin
Betta hope I got all that I want, son, and don't decide to shoot you in the back and split you open like a sidewalk crack that'll give your mom a spinal tap when you cross it.

All you hear is a cocked back gat and then a BOOM BOOM BAP like the bass drum got brought back to like 2011
While your soul decides if heaven is really worth it,
Then your spirit will snap back into your body like nothing ever hurt it.
Rebirth it.

M: Like D.C did that
I'm post P.C. syntax
I bet I'd be a great dad screaming **** WHITEY cause white people hate that.
But that was actually a bad move making white folks uncomfortable
Cause more than half them reverted back to their most basest racist tendencies like two fold
Like who really holds the reigns really,
The work force is the horse and I'm a philly
Green is the universal race. Do you feel me?

Greed is the color of your mother's eyes while she hears the news on the phone of how your brother died cause otherwise it's your corpse of course you knew this already.

Anyways whatever man it's all pretty whatever man
Just be nice to people cause it's just better man.
Living the codes of the streets its a hard burn,
How many brothers take the wrong turn,
Down the highway of death, instead of looking right and left,
Only options is,
Is to ******* robbery to the petty theif,
Tryna up their reps, only to get closer steps,
To the pen, or with the fams crying, shots of another dying,
From the heat,
*******, led to another destination, the situation,
Kind of sticky, tryna avoid the sneaks like Ricky,
Just rowdy, young boys in the hood, up to no good,
But its hard to beat, when ya tryna leave the code of the streets,





And whos there to guide us,
And lord provided us,
With a taste of the garden,
Not speakin' Madison Square,
Why am I here or there,
Street hustlers, ghetto hos pushin' *** for the **** musclers,
We just strugglers, tryna make it out the slums, and how come,
We cant get ahead,
Seems like it's always tussle for bread,
I get watch by the feds,
And they ask me where i head,
Im just tryna live the next day, got double d hidden, in display,
Blended with the cops, its an everyday matrix, playin' tricks,
Im motionless, peep how many snitches will ****,
On ya graved, at that same time, they say theyre saved,
While gettin' paid, see em grow, from a pinto to an Escalade,
Double mansion with a few maids,
It's like playing charades,
Cant catch cold feet,
From the rhythm of heat,when ya sinnin' the code of the streets

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