|
 Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
My shirt works
No holes for folds
Locked up Gold Platinum
Plates
State the fate of rap music
In two sentences
Your dress back was kept in head
I stained red
Blood
In the Mud I stopped Thugs
I beat everyone in the drug game
Even megadose trip
Like what’s his name?
You only get one shot
All sold as the thought
Your chain’s bought off the pawn shop
Gleam hot up in the pot smoking
Choking smoke from explosions
So the Gold Taste and Soldier based on bold Aced it
Get the place abducted and ruptured guts with the blood
Draggin’ names through the mud
Your name’s plug
You Soldier rub the dub out
I run shout the done clout with it to route gifted
Tricks lifted off the switch with diamond
I’m tryin’ to slid through all names grew as they drew
Rewrote your whole crew tryin’ to
See some glue and come through
What this blood drew and plug two
Run it true as some gun knew
My gun’s blue
I sum through the ton of guns that drew
All Sun shine as true
You could see it on the block
Murderous thought
A murderer plot to Hawk
Just tryin’ to smoke some pot
A murderer dot
A knot of the rock all this walk with stalk
Meth and walking death
With the drawn on this breath the song crept
Slowly on those who slept
Beat someone half to death
The murderer leapt up and struck the head
Now a murderer dead
Murderers bled
A Murderer fed
Murderer wed
And instead get it intend
To focus on the dopest
Who wrote this?
I can’t vote for wings
I sing a sting
Got the King on it and dawn broke
With the dawn coat
A murderer float
All I could do was choke on Ganja Smoke
Yo what is this?
You can’t begin like this
My mic twist up the ripe reduction bust with the trip
The junk in wisp the junction at function
The assumption is you been seen it missed the gleaming
Bubble Bath steaming
Lunch room math
With the blast I fold your task up
With the clasp shut
This is your last cut
Shake your butt
Make your stuff rough
You seen it cuffed
Back at the Precinct
You get roughed up
I seen a Beamer at the cleaners Yo
It must have been them word
I seen a bird trashed and mashed up
Last class was last buck but ass
I Soldier till they warped slow and churned under control
Sold my soul and all Gold rap this bold measure
Seek the buried treasure you can’t feather light
Ignite the right wing
Crisp up a bat and swing
Pro tax with Pro draft the Pro max
With the sacks of Bomb
Dank Sticky all this shit did was lift me
In the breeze like cheese flowing with ease
My mind is blind from the tree’s shadow now sad slow
I wanna drive a Benz
Twisted Rasta Mafia
With lens
That droppin’ yah
Half steppin’ weapon
What’s left in it is digits
My mic frigid cold already
From skeleton heat
I gel it complete unseat the freak
Each weekday
I speak spray up the least way
As shut
Deceased decay in the beast what may
Increase the peace busted sheets
Like fleece diamond Greek
My mind spin as the blind man can’t see
Understand your hand was B
A P offa G was lots to Tree up
A lead truck
All Rasta did was duck
A pluck a sucka
A Benz must rap intend to end this
I blend this and defend mix
I spend this
Never intend to twist
My math is twisted hafta lift it
The class I’m gifted at it
Smoke crack and have the stash that outlast
All Soldiers outcast I flipped the task
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/12/23 04:19 PM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
Burning cold bust burners that churn rhythm
Ganja give Dragons what they give ‘em
I envision a World with the whole Earth
Smoking on the stuff
It gets rough in some spots to dot chop the top off
I caught a raw sweat and turned a Meth rep
I adjusted crept dusted and swept up
Trusted that bet I busted death in the slept on dawn
I slept till until long I step to the rhythm Ganja
Give Dragons what they give ‘em
Ganja was chill and in ‘em instill a tranquil peace
That anywhere you could reach through bare
Teach crews that dare to peep to with the glare
I scare a fool
Kids play with tools
I tack down rules in my school
So everyone is chill and licensed with the bill
We just kick it and trip it wicked tick tock lick it
Roll it up Spliff the Aqueduct drip off some pluck
Lift awe straw man made of Ganja and
Got a nice sun tan, too
We all crew
See the Earth
The different ecosystems
Listen to the natural world
A Ganja Strain grows undaunted
I’m haunted by the Ganja Ghost
To chill is most respected
Connected with Meth
And reflected back on Death
Noradrenaline
I Set in then with the Veterans
They all want to talk to you
I’m like,
Let me grow up first a bit
Let’s get lit then and we can hang
A lyric like this sang so people hear it
Rang
I listen to the Ecosystem
I got the Mushroom
Echo Chamber in my head that bet stranger things made dead
In a hurry
I whip up a spicy curry
I don’t like to burn meat
On the street I like this type
I strike up a talk with a fellow Ganja Hawk
And Sqwuak!
I chalk outline
It’s about time I read the red line
And blind
With my overdoses
I chose this path
And loaded comatose it’s fact
I’m on the map and intact
Still despite the ill
I chill until the peaks dissolved
And problems solved
I got a 13 year drink of the Pink Elephants
I love when the visual visions kick in
I listened and glistened gold
Relaxed strolled through wax on Sold
To this guy right here like a light steer the ship
Related trip was a burning flip
Off the churn
The ocean was in motion
Why I lit up the potion
I got soda in it to begin it
I think different call in Hemp
I got exempt from the stem from the lung inhales
Do rails of meth and stay all in step
I like to just smoke Ganja now though
Relax on Snow?
I just don’t know
I like the flow slow of the Ganja grow
I mild molded styled the bold lit it
I hit it up still after all those years of Kill
I’m licensed to hit twice in this and still
Take my advice and chill
People don’t know what a gun is
I run the business licensed with the firearm
All I did was run the charm bent
On a cent I got the rent paid
Stayed with gats layed back intact with strikes
Beat with pipes and sprayed flack
I release the attack and got a sack
Of whatever I get high and try all kinds
I’m blind on diamonds ice the recline
Take my advice
Blaze your mind out
Run the ounce of mushrooms
You rushed way too soon to spoon dope
And I cope with medicine
I don’t like to blaze
Better than that stays with the strap
I grazed by the bullet so I pull it back
Snap cock it then shoot the lethal shot hit
The vitals I earn the title of homicidal
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/14/23 05:48 PM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
You could reflect back on your gun as one rung
I got hum and done the stung with lung from
The Ganja
Relax in armchair still stare at the violent silent
I hit high all in it to dial it in I begin
To release the stem of the arm is the bullet
I full of bullets and I pull it back the trigger
You get killed for shit there
I stick air in the wrist glare of the diamonds
And jewels I run true and right through
Glued into my seat
Defeat the sweet and off beat
Destroy what each come with Sun
I rung it gun it up to sum it but it’s never enough
They flex release checks and deck people
I live with evil and seen the scene pull up cream
Full of steam know what I mean bro?
Blow Snow
Rip off the flow as complete as glow come across roll cross
The fold with the awestruck luck you ducked it and run quick
I swallowed a sip and cold lit
Smoked a chip of crack that’s contact
My rhymes come right back and that’s a sack
I got release tax increase the black in this deceased
I ungrease fleece the performance that’s torn on street
Compete with floor this gas ask the max to relax heat
I ignore all the pleas for mercy
They say please don’t hurt me
I work a G with the service on P that’s Platinum
Rhymes come right back with the gun I sum
I stun a ton with the Sun at my back I stack Crack Cocaine
I spit an A ball
You spit up the A ball like way tall?
I scrawl on wall ALL IS ONE
I stun a crowd down to the town when I come around
I got ground I root through the Earth Surface
I lurk with the shirt ripped hurt this trip sure you slipped up
I hit a reduction that’s struck in fifth on the production that’s sick
I mic a stitch and death wish from the competition
I listen and glisten in air to scare six in the flair for release glare
From Sun gun from the number one cause that’s Platinum
Drug free with the all seeing eye I must blind
Check the time on the wristwatch with diamonds
I spit an A ball line is the difference
I signed off in the distance to twist this up
Just witness
No more Streets
No more Death and Heat from the gun greet with methamphetamine
I seen all G in the P like this martial plus I ski ball
Weed grows tall as speed thrall
I install a new wall and call it an almond cap
I right back sack with the fold it the flap
I cold gold intact with the folded map
Hold it whack that fool who told us that shit
Bitches like him never listen
I risk in the friction of the mission
The stitch in the six end I dish blend the mix in the end
I spend a lot of time high and tripped
Right this flipped cold dipped birdie
I bought a third of a key
For use by me personally
I don’t know anyone I can party with and key
Wu Tang
I spit a blind diamond lights shinin’
I recline in the Sun with a gun
I got the Sum and the location at the station to come
Get the break on the drugs
Released thugs dug they plug as truck must come undone as such
Some of us run this thus I trust no one
With no welcome I gel intact felt perhaps that the caps was whack
On they ass
Not so fast I broke the glass and Soldier task was to unmask
Release the flack and cold rap the strap up the jack stunt
Done as one I got the funds yo
I seen the blow now I know snow is gold so I stay cold in the rain
Glowing to maintain all rowing your brain for sport contort
Show of force of course the source is the poorest place
I’m an Ace in the deck from Meth and Ganja whence I bomb yah
Stench of Psychedelic I ring the bell and tell it
Intelligent with a little Crack I’m sellin’ it
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/14/23 11:20 PM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
I’m a Psychedelic Addict
I bust it on the Craftmatic Mattress
I fiend for the medicine
The overdose that blaze left you comatose
I stays in the overdose range of soaker soak
I poke myself with stealth I Soldier Health
Serve a stealth bomber
If you cause drama I laugh at yo momma
If you try to blaze me I go crazy key your ass
Cut you fast with the stash
Release like broken glass cut the Water Fast up
I last duck in the club your rubber to get annoyed by toys
I’m employed and got a void talkin’ boy did I score
For more I light up the out of sight OZ of Psilocybin Shroomery
Like this I strike hype twitch the license to stitch
I did it big and cured my illness
PTSD
I lamped up like a lantern
Camped for amps to ran sum
I dance release tracks that back spun
I’m number one with the gun
I from hung back crack squadron
Back dominate men
I spend a leaf on a cigarette thief of the Veteran
Relief I spell better than cheese
I freeze
Soldiers drop down to their knees
Then go prone
You not alone in the zone
I pick up microphone to right some wrongs
I got the on this job I long hit
Dawn stretch the reflex with check in the hazard
I has it mastered
I could blast a fool off the map so cool
I has the tool
I school rule
In fact fuel for lyric intact
All this rule I sacked up
Back stuck with the hatchet
I ratchet and it’s a sad story isn’t it?
Soldiers in martial prison
So you got Money and Gun Heat
I from the Street and from off my feet
I kick back and relax
No matter how much I slaps you up
You still strut uncut with Psilocybin Mushrooms
I bust into a tomb of the ancient Egyptian
To see what friction they bled to release deadhead
Into the afterlife I strike a hype smoking a pipe
Meth type of swipe again
My mic ten up to render reduction somthin’
I bumpin’ this thumpin’ bitches while I hit switches
I never miss I hit with disses I disrespect
All crews that toys and flew on brew
You annoy like a little boy crying in your diaper
I has to wiped your ass
Cause you can’t handle cash money
I from the run the Street with Gun Heat
I done complete jobs on little slobs with jobs on hit
Licensed to fit Ice in I slicin’ the Jugular
Go straight for the thug to blur
Curve in cursive the worst hit is in this
Rendered splendid I did it till it dead
Then end the Set cold jet out the place bet
I clip a dip of a rip off a trip
I lightning quick
I mic up stick the type stuff in your mouth
To swallow
All hollow bones follow
I called code in the mode
To sew seed I breed Ganja
I bomb on one Sun for strong flow come sometime
For gun I’m packing some Mac 10
I got the relaxed ends with the black friends
I’m not prejudiced
I light this up and tell you my fist style
For the milestone I smoke many bones to clone
I’m in a zone that the OZ of shrooms blown up the spot
You get shot
On Pot I dot
I haven’t forgotten ever the lever bled the federal instead of deadhead
I rifle head out to snipe sight full of bitch I might pull the trigger and give
The ends that sends the dick and asshole out commend
The down Southpaw
I round saw the count to four before the amount meant War
I sound true as Florida Keys
Light up these Gs of Crack
Bring the Mac contact
Map like contract killer fold it sold it
You found your way around hit the ground
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/15/23 11:25 PM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
The Cocaine gave me a disco vibe
I fronted live with knives yo
Flow on thrives Gold cut eyes with dyes
I strike the rise the prize is crying tears
Not dying of fears
I rhyme these rear child steer inside wild
Ear to ear smile yo
I shit a pile bro
Still file slow below the undertow
I glow
Just so you know I do dough
I can’t be caught with Ganja
I got a farm that charm though
I alarm slow the harm came from the gun steel
Wield that and peel back caps
With shrooms I got a map can’t lose
Intact in school with the rhyme rap
I’m no fool
I light it up drool at the sight of the all night orgy
I sort tore through heat glory to defeat
I sweet like meat
I shot the teacher I leach burners
To turn you firmer into churn there
You best beware of the air
Caught a stare
With Disco Biscuits
I lifted the track with Biz Quick Pancakes
Been off a hate crime to relate mine
Spent a dime for a crime unstable
Table chair sit down stare
Get the glare in the eye
What’s this guy?
Why is he trying to scare?
I can’t compare to the drug dealers that feel the force
But of course I tore through burn glue
At the sight of flew I drew light into
The crew in sight with flight I got insight
I don’t bite rhymes
I Soldier crime is to fold up and strive
To get it even liver I deceive to get it hi there
And who the fuck are you?
My rhyme recite dice up the ice twice cut
Bitch caught a slut off a shut out true
I ran down South with the gun in your mouth
To flounder
I ate a quarter pounder
And been around there yo just so you knew!
I dropped clean Ecstasy at the rave
Got a sex slave with a Florence Nightingale way
She got me tight inside to bail on the rave yo
Bring her back to the crib just so I can live
I got a shiv for tricks in the mix
I shank release bank stank up the place
Ace intact with laced up
Any trace you cut but I place such as nothing does in it
Begin to win it
It’s a sin isn’t it?
But this chick is different
She loves my sex and I flex on fools
That check in schools
I reflex with the tools
I too cruel for this mean World
Right back at it curled a hundred
I something stuck in like loving
With no glove ink the contract
Release the bomb back
WIth a fat sack of the Indica
My man in the Tropics gonna fly me Sativa
So I could drive a dropped Beamer
I steam there
Release the air
Beware
I got pot shot a lot with snot I haven’t forgotten
The tranquil mellow vibe while you get shot in
The Meth scene
I get iron in my heater
Just to check I can’t beat her
The seat bare in the air with the shrooms
You scared?
In tombs I dared count lunar calendar
A challenger grooves
So I blew them off the tune then
I reduce ends to means
Where I count beans
I just gleams
Checks in this Techs respect the death chemical
Several pull a federal crime in weather that’s fine
But I rhyme and run cap on a dime
Perhaps they ain’t tryin’
But they all seem to die and spot riot gear
I fear they steer clear of me
I got a lot of Psilocybin and chillin’ P
Will in it to freak at the picnic
Some slit there wrist for given shit
In the distance I tripped
Collect respect and inject the next jam
With trips I could slam
Jam ran the trip down to blip on radar
I went way past par
In the yard they scarred and disbarred
Without Ganja in the jar
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/16/23 01:12 PM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
I’m a blind jelly roll
When the jelly takes control
My soul flame up lamping
Amping on the advanced thinking
Of martial Wisdom of nonviolence
People act childish
I teach the style of hits off to the soft
I progress lost with the cost
Flossed that
Return Soldiers without the gat
Relax flash bats
Pipes strikes mics I blaze
For days in the daze to stay crazed and amazed
In the sun rays everyone plays displays their technique
I sold it seven days a week
24 Hours I soured up mash
In a dash to crash
Making cash
Having a blast
Revealing last how to master tacks
And grapple snap fully and pull heat
Until you can smooth do the job
Control them
Until the Police come
Remain with a holstered firearm
Don’t pull shit unless it’s a hit job
That you can’t handle it
Most everyone spits
I have Unique Degree
To rap this up trap in the cuts
The stuff that such as that after cats attack
I mold Dragons on the map
I shocked
He popped his lock
So I headed him down the block to chalk outline
It’s about time we kill the murderers
I hurt on the service
To word this proper I got stoned and copped some more
I tore the rhyme
Floated dimes past common criminals
Who aren’t martial
And I’m partial to martial artists
I like people who don’t get dissed
Crisp technique to speak of
I real of the red the scrub off the weakness
I leak blood
And teach in the mud
What’s up thug?
I drugged a rug pulled out from under
Join the club so you don’t get the thunder
Strike like lightning
It’s hard to fight light it then
Spend time perfecting your rhyme
For the time being
I got all eyes seeing
I smoke a Ganja Tree then
Let past ten O’Clock with the flock
I stalk the plants pull off the buds
And amp on Psychedelics
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/17/23 12:35 PM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
I smoked Ganja release tracks
Yo you could D that
I ski with a bat now
I relax how
I black out the sound
I been down to fight
Since I was in the sights
The crosshairs of the rifle
I spit a mic pull up the trip
I’m Psychedelic for this Earth
I’m worth a lot in Gold
Too cold for the roll
Too hot for the get shot
I smoked so much pot
I spit a Meth lock
Yo you could get Blocked off the soft end with the loss they tend to spread
Eagle with the people relax chill see through
I bleed crew in the news again
This time for soaking the lens
Broke in the ends?
Never that I got a fat wallet
I ball it
Hit it up what you call it
The wall make this a shut out
Cold called the place with Pigeon Wings
Then I sings with the Meth
Make the Wingtips I sting with trips
And ink the six is lifted to twist shit up
I can’t recommend Meth
But I got it
I got two major Ganja Spots
I rock the sausage
I clock off shit
Turn it off yo
Still indeed after the death blow I proceed to flow
My Ganja is cold
I got the sharp
Harp on the arc I darken
Sit in the yarn for friends
I end this right here
You better steer clear
Or you gonna catch the fear and die all weird
It’s guaranteed
I was lucky
I came with the plus bonus
Without flowing heat
I smoked Ganja all day
In the Hay as a kid
I found lids of grass
All over pass that class
I was never sober
For over two years
I got cheers
From the adults
Hit Volts with the side saddle
I rock it this rattle now
I had the town in the crew all around
I still guess who
In the lost and found
I bless true
As the lesson I knew
Way before Meth and Psychedelic
Speed kills for real you get peeled
I didn’t steal the election
I caught a reflection on shrooms
I was the only kid to do
That dose
I razor blade close and
Kicked it in the shade
For the rest of my days
I dropped out the game
Ice round the lane
With Snow to blow I could roll dice until it’s cold
I sold a little I hit bit skittles
I twist issues with rich crews
Nix the doo doo I Fast and flew right through you
Still the wind blew
And all new is how I glue so sing roll solid
Fat wallet in the extra dollar bill to kill for
You could stick it until you sore
With the fours on the floor
You can’t ignore
Carnage and Gore
Flip the floor
I’m still on tour I rip roar
I hip to the skip up swore
I lit my wrist up
With the fold in this I exist
Blow a kiss
Reach out and missed
I want more Psychedelics
I can’t decide on the megadose
I cut much too close on the blood in this to vote
For such as does hound down the crown
A Soldier spit a round
I dropped a sheet of LSD on the ground
I watch for multiple opponents
All the broken bones lock
Explode and Glock
I take it from the top
Walk the fog head through the bled
Instead of intent I sent it
Bent it
I recommend it
To everyone
So you don’t fear the gun
Or knife
For your life
I mix a strike
I life alike
Hike up
The ripe tucked one
But I don’t
So don’t bite Son
I take flight and hum
I release the extra cheese and freeze
MCs get surprised and ease
In their ride until they’re scared
I flex on a flare until barely
Came clear practice
Match this with latch lift
I graffiti the strip
And like to meditate on lit
With the blood in this type thick
Every mark trick wants to trip
I could dip and slip
Even go drunken
It’s hard to scar a sunk in one
And it’s done
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/18/23 05:31 PM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
The Shaman Brew
Up medicine
To rest
In Peace
With the streets
I eat top lit light
Such as the fight
I might adjust
Bust one in the end
I dust to bend the sucker defend
Weak
I speak of the teacher plants
I chance a stance
To break my hands
So I land elbows
I yell sold and solo
To will bro
Drop the pill stroll
Up billfold
I’m told I gold as old age
I sage
Release blade fade
A fool in disarray
I spent a day
Just dreaming of beaming
Cleaning and the team
With the rein right as gleam
It might seem extreme
That’s why I got the lean
Drunken Fist
I got it made
Advanced technique of how to fade into Gray
I lit the spray on people
Making the seep through the crack roll crews
Reload fools
Get cold in the Sun with no Gun
I love all my firearms
And I tired of songs about violence
I chill meditate for miles long straight
I set the date chill and skate
Get this plate
Deflate the saying goes I flows
Undergrowth in the stove to explode into flame
Murder is what became of the name
All one in the same a toy through claim drew as the lane of the flew
Flown overgrown mow the lawn
See it past dawn and it’s on
I hit the gong and got the show on
Time and I rhyme bind in mind the dot recline
To the server for murder to kill further
Until a burner chill them I will send my best lyrical ends
To the truth I recommend flow all fluid
Raps like this ruin lives with knives and guns
Jewels
Precious stones
That’s the rule
Until you got it you shoot through the lock stick and move
I rip some groove
Hit the slew the crew with brew on it too
I lit the fool
I slipped in to disarray
I play a way seldom seen in dream
I could light it but it end the fight twitch
My Meth Cap is hella fact of life
Roll dice invite the slice and will it twice
Got the mic
Up try it
You can’t buy it
I got the fly hits
With lightning strips
Of grips that trip
Might this lit on the sit down
For the rich the crown is all in it now
I flipped the allow the team to roll with steam
I dream a gangster lean for cream?
Never that I got the gat and sat back in the act
To tack
The rhyme wrap up the crime
Sacked up
We got the try in the eye to deny
We too sly to stop and drop
I hit it copped weight and skated
All hits I release a four fifth
I got the sticks with the four four
To tour in War
I picked up the floor shocked the door doc
I rocked a stock up
To lock up my box big truck
I fuck it up as such and such
I trust the flush out the shrooms
Grow in rooms I dwell on meth in hell
I gel arms release bell charms and armor
I farmer I grow Ganja and yarn blur
The arms race heard the barn raise
Open the door to the core
I chill and more I still kill and ignore
Everyone else
In stealth I fix the shelf
Of the L I smoke
Well I toke
I overdose on the flows
I rolls
Control
Hold onto Gold make bold moves
That mold through
You could sip brew
Will into the drew the gun
For fun I disarm Sun
Got the weapons
I just step in and end it
I recommend it to kids
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/19/23 11:54 AM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
I love Crack Cocaine but couldn’t afford it
I score up a twist with the 60 rock on chalk
I got a lot of Crack Rock to stack boxes
I toxic I lacks it
Frosted with math
That costed
A crap table play please thank you
Don’t want to spank you kid
You did the slid in to fix the ends
This shit bends and visually rushes you friends
Love this I can’t recommend it but I plug
Defensive off the drug
People pack knives and guns
A dub I love it for rubber
I hit the club your man come with the slam
I got the program to toes in the sand
I brand
Can’t ran back the land damn Crack
Is a fact that tracks lack it
Tricolor I live a fuller lifestyle
And smile when I light and train
Soak this in the rain
To achieve the main aim
Ain’t no shame or blame
I proclaim
Live a simple life
And want a Cracked up knife
To such as mics bust twice truck the stuff?
Too late for that fat cat
We got the Crown Royal
Broken rooms in tombs
Slick doom until swoop in
For the kill to ill you still
I chill
Pay the bill
Fill the pills up
With some trill stuff
I mil in the cut
To get it
Wet it up
Medical tough it’s credible stuff
Your head will go rush
You suffer such as the crush
I met it to red it up blood
I said it fill front
And back not the rhyme map
I acted to crack shit up
Sack filled until I got the funds
I ones and manage
Got baggage packed and damage tracks
My advantage is fact
The plan is to master
I chapter first verse rapture
The fact your still in it ignore
The thrill is gone isn’t it?
I’m a little different
So I got the difference is
The lynch mob flow fits
I rinse this like corn on the cob
I inspect the job you cold slob
Kiss the ring
Saw you swallow all hollow
And sing
Further the burner in the sting
For this wing I mingle
Max mil and relax
Chill until the tax dry and let fly
I’m sly got the eye
I high up higher
Get retired off fire
Until you not you desire
Fat tires
I rock it admire
The moccasin money
Rollin’ with gun heat
To run the street
You bet the street is in it
Cut your teeth
Hit the limit
With your beef
Shock at the smoke reefer
Speak through the bleacher
I could use a Soldier to forward
The core is full of torrent
I pour it down the throat
On tour with the ignored flip the phone
All in the zone is candy cane cloned
With the skull and bones
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/20/23 11:33 AM)
|
kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 7 months, 24 days
|
|
My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,
And a temple for idols and the pilgrim's Ka‘bah
and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Qur’an.
I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love's camels take,
that is my religion and my faith.
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
Got stalks
For marks in the dark
Shark cut the bite out
With the light out
I route
Come down now
With the sound how
I run a town down the lounge
Profound with the cut in pounds
For front I nouns and verbs
Heard of it word my bird hit
Serve a fit
With program
Necklace flow I’m
Shouldering the load
Before you explode
From head to toe with flow
I got to go and roll again
I can fold them then
I circulate
With a date to skate
Never late on the plate
Suffer a cut so such so is the
Glow
Rupture behold I stuck swore
I cut before I gun and it tore
This is War now
You have a cow and downtown
How you like a gun sound?
For the lounge
I’m telling you
You be selling glue to kids
For sniffing
While I’m riffing doped out
Run the soul and shout
On a LSD tab with crack smoke
You could do too much dope
I did it once before to the core
With swore I spook shoot on loot
I fruit out and run down the lyrics
To tear it’s up stuck the rhythm flux
AWWW Shucks I get it tucks weapon
In rep then I recommend a step to end
The crime with rhyme dotted line
Explosion I’m frozen in time
I lock a drive up for mind struck
Paralyzed realized and redefined
I’m blind in the World to curl up
Into a ball and die
Don’t ask why I died I tried
I hide myself with wealth
Material stealth hit the shelf
Realize stealth in hells bells I gel
It’s really real
You could feel
The element intelligent
To pay the rent I’m selling it
To shot they fell right in
Little children killed with guns
I stun for a fun time I run a rhyme down
Handling violence expert while I flex jerk
The head hurt from head banging
Got the thing rang and damn they sang!!
Get off the wagon
Stretched out on the stretcher
You caught a lecture
Of how to blast a Tech more
I sector in the section
With the connection
That died in the dissection
To learn the function
What’s the assumption here is rear in the back to steer
Be fear the black president your resident
Sharper than a sword spent on cuttin’ heads
Bled soldiers fled fold yours dead
On this I wed made medical history with the glory
I fist four keys in cheese these rhyme degrees
Manage mics on the skis
Shock them Ps off
Fastballin’
With the wall install the protocol for Soldier fall
Fallen into ballin’ I hit the stall and call then
I swallowing hits grits fix the mix for tricks
I bitch the stitch up
This ill cut with sick strut
On the motherfuck
A sucka duck twice
Hold your ice and smash mics
I roll dice
Equipped with the device I got all types of hypes
This is a Ganja song
Throw your hands in the air
If you on Ganja and a Dragonslayer
I shot the mayor
I caught his behavior for flavor
I savor the Ganja taster
I refresh my face stare at ace there
With the meth
I drill to death and crept on him
Still children killed in the mix with the legal fix of Ganja sticks
I flick my bic
Light it up lit
I could get it tight with this shit
My Old School Songs were all Ganja prolongs
With Mushrooms
Hit the lunchroom with the punch that cause doom
And panic and ran in up to bag it
Punk MCs sound like faggots
I tag it on the wall and ball
I shot all the Sheriffs
I tear slip beware of trip I thick
I prolong the mix
There I said it
Blow Ganja in the air the medic
My head hit the credit the Sativa
For a dream to teach reefer to the United States of America
Then out to the World
I’m a master entertainer
I’m Royal and came with the World to turn to the Ganja burn in the Zoo
My crew run up to you to pass you the joint
On point you need it to anoint
The seeded bust that redid it split the difference
And lift shit off the feet I meet
I cultivate discreet on this Ganja Beat
My spliff a fat cone
Spark it up in the dark I park
In the spot I get shot at
But I’m bulletproof with the raw raps
Facts like that you get slapped
Over the cranium till you served in the stadium
I don’t want to hear that shit from a brain dead Alien
I set sail in the vacation station I don’t sip ale and
I rail then to the tale spend the day
Rolling bones and clone this for everyone to drop the gun
For fun I light up Sun
I spit the stun
You get done up
I seen it on the street where I come up
Scare the sheet white over the head and fled
Several federal criminals intend to write the anthem
I can’t envision in prison that people listen to
Glisten and you cool mix mushroom
Much love with the crew and I stood in the Sun
Sun tan
I got it from here to Iran
Even Japan I scan the land for fans that made me a man to see live on stage
Turn the page and blades come out for days
All these razors you turn pages worry and hurry up
Roll one up
We love you as such as a stoner while you leave that shit alone there
I just changed all my drug math
With the thug crash
Light up reefer in the stash
Make some Platinum ash
But I reserve the Gold as cold did it
Roll with it or fold martial art in it
To win it you seen credit that’s endless
I tend to twist them up
I lead as such as a hush over the crowd
Out loud how you like that now?
Got the know how
I service a snow plow
With this allow brown cow to fold down
I hit the town
I could roll round
Got the pounds of Pot
A Soldier got shot by an older War Hero
I steer thirty below zero
To tears blow the weirdo
I fear glow on fold with chosen
You pose in the game
Rewrote you name and that’s it in the flame
Brains lit with the famous spit
I aim this trip at lightning quick
Quick service the tight ship
Mic top crisp with fist
Tight you get dissed I might
Like to watch the flicks at 6 with the hicks
From out in the country
Servin’ lunchmeat
To gun heat
I run the streets
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/21/23 10:12 AM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
WIth the gun cross
You could run a gun soft
Come across lost in the Mafia
On top of yah clockin’ yah
Shots flipped brah
This street shit is a light hit off the trip
Mics I mix with the ripeness
For hypeness you could catch a night full of flex
With the checks written you bitten
The lyrical styles of the street condition heat
The gun so sweet
I could meet you halfway
And still you gonna spray
Any way it’s every day
Learn to handle guns and play with the funds
You suffer until lungs full of drugs’ smoke
Choke on tokes
Almost die from gun shy
Till your eye on the prize meet demise
I shock a Soldier ride till I fold yours
I Cold Wars I tore this
Florida crisp with the lift back Crack
Existing rap is trap shit
Mics I lit and flights I stint
On murder brink of the think you link Gold and Platinum
I been rappin’ Suns for years and this gun hums
A realistic Soldier
Rap toward it’s scored
Before the War
I soar
I smoke the Tropical Ganja Grass Bomb Fast Relax and don’t scratch
A record for a second
Then I wreck it
Flip a AK and Tech with it
Left with spit
Live it
Forgivin’ I make the incision
I got the decision
In the envision
I got that prison rap
Fiends to jack snooze
Flip my hat
Cruise relax
Fill in the wax
Got this max
For stacks I blown back
At the shack
I got act in the sack then
My Mac 10 is perhaps spent on entrance for the defenseless
You could pay your rent stress
The best sex
For checks I release flex and murder debts paid
Sprayed bullets and threw a grenade
I happen to get stabbed in the throat
That’s all she wrote?
Nope I got a ride in a helicopter
Slide to a better hospital
Where they rock your world in Intensive Care Unit
Been up to soon itch on morphine drip
Release the bloods and crips
Lightning fifths this might swing release exist
The right bring the tight drug scene
Relax on cream
Know what I mean?
Throwing Fastballs and lighting up steam
In the free meaning free
Slaves get played for days in the grazed with bullets
You could fully fit a conscript
I bomb this shit
With the mob on six I job wrong to stitch up the slob gone
My foghorn blow so I know I shot the glow
Undertow for flow I sho’ nuff gonna blow
My afro is the last slow to grow
For attacks I Fast score some Crack and knock fools off the map
Perhaps roll
All wax sold it went Gold then Platinum
My chain weighs a ton from the plate I spin in the Sun
Great to have the gun
We got the homies smoking Cocaine
And blow your brains out in the Psychedelic Lane
For flame that’s flame up
Gangsters came up
With they name strut down the block
Street Smart with the Glocks
I pull up pops lock stocks and barrels
WIth the apparel I wear fully rope Gold Chains and scare you
My state, beware I turn blue
Guess who? And flex crew
It’s the best we could do with turn the screw
License for who knew the device is gun drew
The gun for Sun to Stun with
My lightning crisp I sight with the gun and hit
Some bit this rhyme already
Flowing steady with the firearm that’s deadly
I pack incredible heat
And sweet to the taste make hits make the place turn and ache
I serve a Peruvian Flake Kilo to feel slow
Rock it up and below I flock with the strut I real though
I steal the show and hold steel for the flow
Just so you know
I sweat a fool thorough
Watch them turn slow and burn glow
On patrol roll tight in folds to cold holds
On a stroll I strike it told the type with the ice grip I Gold
Soul to Soul with the pole I told the story of former glory
Of the Soldier core heat up I bleep so the case shut
You could get laced but your aim is the cut the way in sunk
All day you a punk in the Grey I monk
Never a chump I thunk of the trunk for the popped
I chop heat down with the Glock with the infrared beam
I chose this team smoke Weed until the AM
I spray men and women and even children get killed in
The Gang War with thangs tore off the land more or less
I suggest you go flex with the health of wealth before you rap self
Inflicted wounds I could enter tombs to center on who is the inventor
I end your day the cold way with bold spray from the AK
I Ganja Grade A I flow a stow away with sold that Gold stay in folds
That delay all the rolled in the decay my Pot molds shoulder the weight
Ganja is great stuff take a couple puffs then Bring the Ruckus
Like Wu Tang my chamber is arranged
With dice games and blood stains
Mushrooms on the cranium make the stadium stand up
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/22/23 11:51 AM)
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
I speak of hits greet with fifths
Your body washed up on the shore
At least my twist was score
The award goes to more of that
Soldier fat cat Gold and intact
With bold rap about the thugs
Guns and drugs
I pull up plugs the culture with the sulfur burns
And tugs on your shoulder shrugs
I’m licensed to rub people cold as evil
Thanks to Ganja no sequel
I reveal how I peel back
I got weapons and a Green stack
With Mushrooms now lean back
It’s a custom to bust when I rush intend
To flush out the defense I offensive
I left kids with rigs floating lids of Cannabis
Damn it’s just the plan to adjust the man who’s corrupt
I slam dance and blew shit up
Still you stuck licensed to duck I got the Meth cap
So good luck with that stuck
I struck hard and tugged ropes in the yard
To pull shards of metal
From the head full of settled like steady
All bled slow to death on the death penalty
I like how I can chill on a Ganja Grass toke
The Grim Reefer reaps your grass and then wrote
This degree is G
You got it Yo, you shot it
How I forgot hits was like splits at dinners winners fits
I sin more and now and again I spread eagle the people
They ain’t seen shit that’s illegal
On the point of the needle
I bleed fully with the pull heat
The gun is sweet
I like to practice match this with damage baggage intense
On the fence players was layers in the fade yours deadhead
I went to Spain and fed the lead up in death struck the head bust
Cluck!
I must bust any mic you handing me
I got it Rand McNally Encyclopedia
All speed heat up to blur but on Ganja I say Word Up!
You heard of truck jewels
Ganja fuels all rules dictate cubes
Squares
I know it’s not fair and I went through the DARE program twice
I ice it up sometimes to splice a wire I retire higher than rock steady
All fresh flow the medley
All night drinking to the head be
Said like Greek I speak a reeking Ganja Joint I’m keeping on point
The Molten Reefer Sasquatch Creaker
I lit the beaker to heat the mixture that’s a fixture in my drug theory
All Chemists near me glow in the heat of the street
I like to meet Drug Chemists who make the venomous elixir
I twist here with the wrist bare I tear down walls
Prolong the growing strong Pot Connection for the reflection hit the section
Psychedelic Bell Ring Platinum
Don’t overdo that you might want to scatter like a fly from an eyeball
I admire flies call the crimes ball
Entwined in wine I cold find the dollar bill scholar to wall yours
I enthralled with Wars to the Core
How the fuck could you ignore War?
With the whores I scores I for this
Lightning lore exist the frightening rain pour with the trips
I mic up the six and fix a hick up with lips shut
I mic the cut
Strut something like nothing fronting I want that thing I got to ring
Shot that King a lot that’s me G the Royal Plot from the seed breed
Pure with the cure I speed
Caught in the lure indeed I feed the grass with manure and bleed
I right to read you your rights I sights the experiment
WIth the drugs that bent you
Invent a new you
I come right through
I light chemicals like the rise through the skies the moon shines
Blindness from the time it hits
I Mind Fist Crisp
Light dissed kids
I tripped The 9 Tech
I list the steps I jet out the place when I see it
Don’t leave to be it to believe it
Just reheat the space for ace in the place
Attack like safecrack I taste the fade away relaced that track decay
All blades stay away from flames with the disdain I refrain
I entertain the lane in for famous cut
The same as shut case with the plain to dust scratch from the batch
How I slid is cold taxed bid
For the traction I’m a fraction of the product
I raw cut for the sure shot
You lure me not into highway robbery I see a lot of G’s cheese
I just relieved of the fee to ski
I play feed the breed for seed in need
Like they freeze up
In the cut I got front
For the want for tons
I guns the heavy
I’m steady and ever ready
I head heat up the bled defeated but
It’s still too sweet like Jesus meets
Friction with the six in I twist when I mix blend
Spontaneous Combustion
The function that some won for summing up the cut
I got a gut feeling the ceiling is high and I eyeball
The walls stand tall and never fall I’m all
I got to brawl to call the followers sheep
I bleep cusswords heap the thrust forward
Cords cut strut the shutout with run down the mouth further South
I burn down the house
Release an ounce of bomb bud
Slippery suds like mud you slipped and never tripped up
I dip stuff in the crisp stuff the list finished
Diminished ring the thing spinach is King
I dish in the sink
To think of the stink I rat fink on the cheese disease
I freeze people below the knees they can’t do evil
In the sequel with the rebel how each dwell in steeple
Church for search I bleed through the pen release men to spend
I intend to end this right here like light beer
I chillin’ pill in the system to wish the Wisdom quiz them real men
And women I skim in the sink for ink to brink of the clink
Rot the think I spot the dink in the hull like assault and battery
Your cat will ski for free down the lean the slope to cope with dope smoke
I just cutthroat I shut hope down for the folk’s crown and soak now
I boast of the power of the tower the man of the hour
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/22/23 09:30 PM)
|
kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 7 months, 24 days
|
|
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
Thug magic
Thugs take advantage of crowds that pump out sounds
And round the town for crown flow down to the ground
WIth the drugs thugs get plugs for a lot of what shot up the product
Thugs got hot lovin’ stuffin’ for glove in the mixture fixture
Thug in this rich or poor
I could settle what fewer and fewer knew of
The thug like glove fits the hand like brand label
I’m capable of the thug like a fuck up thing that swing I ring and sting
A thug bring what thing you could wingtip tip with
All thug in the mix to ripen up tricks with the siphon off licks
Of guitar and musicianship mics that stay lit
For days that thugs plays in the Sunday you could fade like a blade
I amaze like the craze for thugs stays in the plays and acts that fat sacks
Relax you the back blew I exact flew over the max crew with perhaps
Drew as the thug advanced who with this rub in the club got thug love
I took trips on the street
I copped some light herbs
Mics learned like a bird on the street this is absurd
I caught what heard of the Dead show
All lead slow penetrate skull and kill
On the street trippin’ is ill so I instill the flavor
Of major moves to make plays for days and layback
I chill and sway facts attack the maximum Sun
What fun? What you got a gun or somethin’?
I run one thing that’s the street
I chewed some mushrooms like greet the street with blood in tombs
Wombs consumed by the boom
Of the bass on the street you had to face the place no matter what taste
It left in your mouth down South I rock the house
First the burst will in the crowds on the corner
Sellin’ drugs the foreigner not knowin’ word I heard of Psychedelics
Then I caught a hell of a hit
Now I’m lit for life
Like a knife I got that cold ice dice up the fly
I die in the eye on the street by the beat my rhyme depletes over time
I could go for mine
Trippin’
We light
In flight I relight
I wing it tight with flight while lighting
Lighting stripes like Grateful Dead hypes bled in types of strikes
On mics MCs fled I hit up Ganja Heads
Respect forever I caught a good measure
You dead there
I copped a leather and a sponge
Then another leather Grunge forever clever
I hit head hurt in the dirt
What work is the shirt I murk
A trick float off his ship
Relight his whole trip
Mic in this twitch until lips busted chills flushed down spines I recline
In design mine is blind I chill and cold find the ice grill rewind
Bring the Ganja back on tracks
Lightning relapse
It’s frightening when they tight with the wing
You got to hinge
Psycho beverage dead
Off spread I like to shoot people in the head
I copped major weight
I could feel my head reverberate
From stimulant since I’ve been straight
I ate a snack and came right back
I fill intact with trap black on the snap coming
Humming something
One thing I know is the glow I coming slow
Been there before lit the floor up when I collapsed born rough
Score enough for life
I like Ganja bomber type
On the mic I’ll always be hype
Tripped since I seen the lightning stripe
Hip to skip a flight I missed the sight
I lift people get dissed who missed the Show
Been below and back up
My sack has made me truck
I reduct the fuck out of the snuff
I max a knife enough with the bluff to tax strikes
I relapse make bikes and cold facts is this
Sight in flight I’m polite but so in tight I always dis
Lightning crisp like the right wing ring
I flip the stats and sing the chorus
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/23/23 10:48 PM)
|
kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 7 months, 24 days
|
|
A kaleidoscopic mirage is born from the light
While words spoken in whispers calmly excite
Snowflakes of feathers are refreshing in July
A dragon is crowned visiting from Shanghai
Strawberries become mountains to explore
A room without doors I'm trying to ignore
From the corner the North Wind is blowing
Green marbles in a vase are brightly glowing
|
kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 7 months, 24 days
|
|
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
|
kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 7 months, 24 days
|
|
And I watered it in fears.
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles.
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine …
|
Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 9 hours, 30 minutes
|
|
I wrote this broke crazy
Buckwild on the beat
Then push up daisies
I blaze amaze with heat stays G
In the street I wipe my feet on a fool’ ass
I smoke grass and sold the task
To flip a flask of liquid LSD and me
Lightning rhymes that key
The seen and heard they flee from word
I got the lead and numb serve the bleed and then some
Be dead come through like kegs from the crew
I behead one
The murder feds like come through with heads I sum
I got the gun
For fun I flow run on the done
I Sun in the lane with a brain that light names up dead stuck
In the truck I don’t give a fuck
I got you plucked you stuck like bad luck
In the muck At the bottom
Like Yo! We got em
I shot men dead and forgot then I intend
To soften never I gloss on the lever
And floss it forever
Don’t get shot on the letter
You better with blades that sever
Blow up the nose for flows
Ganja sprouting from the ground all around
To grow bloom and consume
Rastas tune in to the new moon at seven
Several heads been ready for nice puffs and snuffs
Of the Blow how it go is toe to toe
I show nuff gonna scuff
I rustle and hustle
Bustle in the mush ya’ll step through
My whole crew is waiting for Scooby snacks
Doobies wrapped in Backwoods Blunt Wraps
My Soldier’s gats is full of attack the max
A stack of paper weight your hate down clown
I serve you all around till you murder kill crew with drew gun
That’s all you got son
So we plot one escape from rape and murder
I take it further with the Ganja Burner
Herbs that get you High
Medicine that’s fly
Better than the best ends they pretend to heal with
I got zeal with the less shit bent the more President went
To designate Herbs as great
He wants them on his plate
For fate I rock a date and skate
On the shit that’s it yo
The lit slow Herbal head to toe flows with chosen
Rose ends to bros recommend the shit
I light get lit and sit kick back and stack
Herbal max with jacks that sack’s intact for
This rap’s core is performance enhancement
I take a glance at my watch
Tai Chi time and awful hot my Chi rhyme with dime
I drop one for a shotgun to stock sum
I bust a gun to stun the number one
I some shit that’s it my flight sit in the ride
That’s on the side to collide in mind with the plot thicken time that quicken
With my mittens I handle the scandalous
Major intense herbal remedies fabulous indeed
--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/24/23 09:21 PM)
|
kazok4000
Stranger
Registered: 12/02/22
Posts: 50
Last seen: 7 months, 24 days
|
|
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Edited by kazok4000 (08/25/23 12:20 AM)
|
|
Threaded
Previous
Index
Next
[Re: 
Edit 
Reply 
