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mark john junor Oct 2014
tookie winfeild was a friend of mine
from way on back down the way
back in my river days
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
ole tookie could talk a mile a second say nothin at all
ole tookie was as crazy as a jackrabbit in heat and twice as slick

used to see that ole codger strolling on the avenue
with some young honey on his arm
carefree as sin and twice in its debt
yes sir...ole tookie was a friend of mine
back in the day we ran that river
like it was our private playground
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
both barrels for the lookers
and a bottle of shine for the sippers
yes sir back when i was young that river was ours

they found old tookie winfeild up on the river
frozen to death in the dead of night
took to drinking up there by his lonesome
and shouting at the moon
aint no good ever come from no crazy man
least thats what they say
but old tookie was allright
in his own crazy way
mean old man with a heart of gold
ugly old geezer with a silver tongue
he was a friend to many a poor boy
down the old river way
mark jarrad Jun 2012
I was out walking.. through the jungle one day
When i got to a secluded spot i heard a voice did say ...
"Tooki tookie tonga... white man you... grab him by da bonga's... put him in da stew "!
I stood there feeling scared by this little man's yell, so i turned about then Pooped myself and... ran like hell
Blinded by the sunshine that was caught up in my eyes
I was Tripped up by a creeper... oooh ! nasty sore surprise !
My face got stung by nettles... ouching in my fall
In the distance ... getting closer... i could hear the bonga's call
"Tooki tookie tonga... dinner on the way... yummy in my tummy... you is here to stay
Losing sight of consciousness i woke up... in their *** !
The bonga's danced around me... my bottom getting hot
"Tooki tookie tonga ... dumplings in da stew... dragged here by da bonga's...  now we gonna eat you !
I had to invent the word 'ouching' for this poem and for those not sure what it means , it is when something hurts alot..lol :)
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
Folks gather around
Theres a new sheriff in town
Me the one and only
Yosef coming explosives
As land mines keep eyes on one time
Time to shine like im glo mo
Blastin' guns at the temple's
Of the po pos
It dont matter as long as
I see the blood shatter
Make ya dreams shatter
When im on the mic i taster
The beat
Givin' total disaster
Im an F-5 tornado
Rippin' up **** everything is a target
The bars get
More ruthless
Knockin' out ya dentures
Leave ya toothless
Now ya talkin with a lisp
I burn through souls
Like an eclispe
Its total darkness
Make way for the king of the jungle
Born to rumble
So you critics can talk loud
But all i hear is mumbles
They crumbles
Like cookies at best they just rookie
Rest in peace to tookie
I crip walk and blood walk
Cuz we all one blood no crud in my eye
Cuz i never cry
Or laid down got many in a frown
Blink to fast and there will
Be a pistol to crown
Now let me see you smile fools
Talkin' loud but cant talk
With death in yo face
After the paper chase
Naw forget it i *******
Out the best and still couldnt get admitted
To a studio **** the rhymes and the fore play though
Im tryna reach your conscious so
But most stuck on nonsense
Day dreamin' i got the triple beam and
My guns be tag teamin'
Cuz they dont bust solo
So when ya see me holla bolo
So i can break into a cover
No other
Can lay it down quite like me
Im the really only emcee
Left this is my life and death
And if you got beef
Come with it come get it
But it will go stale
Got ya confined in my cell
Therapy
You cant **** with me
Im ghost
Cuz you know ya cant see me
Biaaaaasastch
ZACK GRAM Jan 2020
one hundred million ton gold in space noone can touch it when it lands new madric unleashing yosemite super kanoooo my 4 go bang any one slangin pay my tax now drop a ***** quick with a full clip like i shot tupac biggie an 50 clifton heights all national international assasin 100 thousand bodies out here in ferguson causing riots west side ***** the real west cental mariah carey got a nuclear bomb dont make me point that missile f52 hypersonic st loop coop in the tint or in the limo with briefcase private jet tons of lick ***** mine she **** a mean **** i ain ever leaving playa season maccin this woman so good im god i **** with #1 COME AT ME CROOKED I GO TOOKIE AN DROP A ***** QUICK JEW BURN THE ASHES IN THE WOODS USE YOUR BONE FOR SOME MOONSHINE MY SUNLIGHT SIMMERS 1 STEP *** IT GROWS DONT DIE OR ASK WHY THE DONS ALIVE 100 PERCENT DOPE I CRUSH ANY ADVERSARY MC TELL EM HOW IT GOES OUR MONEY SHOWS GLOWS STAR ON HOLLYWOOD BLVD
YOSEMITE
Yeah dead souls can't cry then been left to the sky
That's why I gotta stay high pass me the fry
Keep my mind in a zone prone feelin' like Corelone
Guarding my home a godfather but why bother
Me tryna ruin my legacy and my hierarchy
See my guns accuracy is deadly so bow before me
You in the presence of a king tryna join my siblings
In the underworld they gave me a swirl
Of knowledge ya swear I went to college
I just added wisdom to my collage rap scholar
Word to the moon Allah y'all just followers
Time borrowers soon to be death followers
As the bullets become ya swallowers
I'm the one who demise ya back to ya creator
Jesus walkin' project with no respect to the next
Haters get put in check like Nike make em
Do the right thang like Spike Lee I'm spooky
Once the guns release you grow swole as Tookie
Williams I **** em through each and every line
Carefully create angelic design divine minds
Chasin' through timelines a dimension intertwine
Black mxyzptlk fun torture for punishment
The most powerful character with no sentiment
Leave ya brains hanging on the pavement
I'm Judahs revenge haters cringe cuz I'm in a Benz
Five hundred series I know y'all hear me
Fear me invoke wisdom from Socrates
Even legendary Rome had to witness these deadly writing in pedigreess


The world's philosophy get rich or die trying
I'm tryna tie in my self from the wages of sin
And will the Lord spare me and eye let my wings fly
Out the atmosphere it's **** near impossible
Enemies coming at you from all angles
I see the angels catering to me in my dreams
Foretold me graphic scenes things ain't what it seems
I felt the cold steel on the side of my grill
Spirit began to chill then something came over my will
It's **** or be killed
What's a fight without a sword and shield
I was born a gladiator birthed from the equator
Melanin dominance an explosive ordinance
Check the rhymes in accordance with the beat cadence
Once I radiate begins a criminal retaliate
So many got hate in they hearts I spark
Like the flash out a gun who'll make ya soul run
Out of his shell so when you **** me you'll
Be Envisionin' hell replica of spawns cartel
But since the devil's curse me with they spell
Hard to be an angel around a clergy of demons
Breathin' who do you believin'? Receiving
Nothing but death threats enemies sweat
Once my nightmares project inside
Their heads they'll never forget
King tuts name I'm a legend in the  lost corridors of fame
Increasing pain once I unleash my vicious telekinesis
Who write the baddest rap thesis that pleases
The masses so **** how you feel? save the talk for Dr Phil
Head I windmill like prices of head high for a ****
Check my street appeal stay the realist of the real
See the eyes through a gangsta,
Quick to gat cha, or shank ya,
Then say thank ya,
For making, life easy easy sticks,
So I'm not greasy,
No slipping allowed, see the murdered crowd, taking a vow,
To death's golden child,
Standing on top, of the pile,
Rowdy as they come,
Feeling like Tookie, when I break out
Hellstorm,
Feel the beats, of wraths drum,
Far from dumb,
Could even make a cold heart numb,
Mephisto lost son,
Strings of chaos from the demon nun, they don't want none,
I crush domes, now you see ya life floating,
Away on the pavement son,
So many wanna be Lucky, like Luciano, but ain't seeing the keys, on the piano,
Souls en fuego, let go of ya ego, so you can peep the unscripted sequel,


Tears drawn from unwanted feels,
See how many pigs would squeal?,
If they could trade the sequel,
But they dont wanna feel the steel?
Cuz **** gets too real?
Evil to good in the same playing fields,
Would you exchange swords,
Over words for some crisp bills,
From drug deals, to the legal spills,
To the real, gangstas on Capitol Hill,
Who ain't giving up, their position, to much powers to reel,
And still, they say I love you, but in the same stitch, they hate you,
Preach peace, but all I see is war,
They say embrace love, but all I see is hate steaming from the pores,
All out doors, say they open but closed, when it comes to poor,
They feeding, on hope and instincts, hoping you dont think,
I saw their *******, when I first opened my eyes, got whipped to the wisdom that flys, through out the skies,

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