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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861032 - 10/12/23 02:21 AM (4 months, 19 days ago)

Sittin’ in a cell
As hell passes through me
Till I gel like a key that’s groovy
I need to smoke some Cannabis
Do a dance and ran the six to prance
With the lids of grass plus Fast Water
I caught a Wing Job as sort of order
To recorder
You can’t afford a job
Until you right tight with the sight split
On the mic lit

That’s Beef!
When you move it around and not sweet
On Methamphetamine
I right to see in seem
To be in lead I feed heavy
I’m ready at the reservoir to core
With Water pure
I sift for the skewer
Get this tour in War on Auto
I slaughter slow
I thought so
Crew Trip outta control control the glow
Most below in the order

It’s the tight eye
The eye close
Then open
During the poking session
Second guess in?
You get taught a lesson
I hit Death Point
On this joint I high anoint
Little boys playing with toys
Like Hamas they caught boss
And flow for loss
The Dragon controls all bags in the sackage to capture heads red blood




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/12/23 04:05 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861036 - 10/13/23 02:21 AM (4 months, 18 days ago)

The banging noise is going on outside
Americans lighting firecrackers
I mastered that pour blood and tears
Light up with fears
Of strike back
Near is Mike’s back
With that
I flip right stat with the caps going off
People soft turn hard and on guard
What you see is a shard of the pain
That torture is the aim simple and plain

It’s not my light
To ignite on Psychedelics
See everything as Sum
I ran a gun from here to there
Caused fear in a player
Yo just stay there and stay scared
It takes a War to core
To flip the score back as more rap
Comes to you from the stack
Mike causes impact
I seen the flip hats
And unspeakable acts

War is an old thing
I told bring the gun and a blood stain
I tour through the lane
Taking shots
Breaking hot tops with clock rock around it sound it
The whole town flipped
When Hamas took hostages
Some botched the job
And told to rock and roll as take toll
Speak it scroll of the charges
At large is War


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861037 - 10/13/23 03:57 AM (4 months, 18 days ago)

I roll
With the 9 mm on patrol
Got my soul twisted lord I dissed kids who missed it
I flipped tricks and bitches
I’m a mystic
I trip flip and sip liquid
I skip shit off the quick dry cement
I’m bent
I sent an entrance for defense it gets intense
Pretty quick
Ridiculous suck my dick
I flick the bic and mix with the trip sticks and cliques got the clip
All of this made me sick
I needed medicine
Like the letter G Gold
Big Ganja Weed as Sold
We got it Solid
To ball call it stroll through the Whole Earth as seen as Birth I lean

I scope break a shroom off the ground as toke of Ganja round
I flip the found those shrooms the boomers
I trip like numerals I sooner full of shrooms
Hit the starburst like sum rehearsed
You catch the worst seen in a be the first to bleed
Learn on lean like cursed be in the rein
I reinvent the beam that went after the fact
React to rap that be black I seen your hat
I don’t flee from that
I ski to that lean on tracks
Bleed from black
Seen the tack on Mac 10
G like Crack Cocaine lead strap
Maintain
Back again

Crystal Clear Ice Mountain Water
From the streams that caught groove
Through the trees that grow smooth
Shoot leaves
I dust a broom
Repeat and trust in the soon to complete fleet the mission
In position I drink Water listen
I friskin’ the fools at door for War
You can’t trust that the score
Got thrust back as lure
Trap door
For the cure we need Shrooms
And Water pure

Driving down the Hershey Highway
On shrooms
Doing it my way
With Kung Fu
I stew in the streets
To meet and eat food
I treat tune
Complete
Driving down the Hershey Highway
On shrooms
Doing it my way

I feel the vibrations
All temptations
To set in station nation of Israel
You flip failed got tailed and railed on
The way in it’s non fiction
The jurisdiction is the friction
In the position to lit the mission
Fixin’ to frisk down
I stick in the wrist while
All the kids in six feet file in line
To twist some Ganja defeat now
All we need is the Street Sweeper
I trip for teacher
With the track meet there
In the air
Like a motherfuckin’ player




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/13/23 05:44 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861039 - 10/13/23 06:29 PM (4 months, 17 days ago)

Water
Who cores your War
Flip on tour for the pure?
I skewer fluid rid true it
Dip do it
Mix into ruin with fix in blue and
I crisp
Like who in
The hell rings a bell
Dwells in hell
To relax
With facts?
I flip the mic back

I popped a cork
Sipped a champagne
Stork style
Bringing babies Childs
Children killed in
The War to score
Flip more than poison
Little boys and girls
All the World in
I Temple sent through bent
Invent the torture
What court order moves more dirt?
Who goes to work without shirt?
You to the curb and swerve
The nerve I flip a 3rd eye
Don’t even try
You bitch punk ass no style
I’m the Dragon/Crane Master
Of the chain
With all the fucking flames
Lighting brains
Quit that shit
Or blood will spill and ill

Before I slide off
I ride soft
My Tai Chi tossed a cross between
Beams of light and cream
What sight polite to ski in
I reinvent the spent
They entrance
Defense hit the fence
Whence
All War breaks loose
On a deuce
I shoot twos
I know I can’t lose
WIth the shoes
Rip crews in ruin
I do in the game
With minimal force to explain
Of course I flip chain
On any lame brain
Who want a blood stain
I tight game
WIth five styles to my name
Including smiles
I file in to complain
Finally
It’s signed and sealed
By the real Wu Tang
Dragon/Crane

All got a job
Like a cog
Get installed then
Walled in
Like Slob/Crab
Christian
Sticks in the victim
Sick tends with defense
Spent on the ends
Everyone team is to G
I strike flip free
Like that
It’s Mike max
I slapped up tracks
With facts these react black
I hike up tax
Flip the stats
Will in gats
The sap strength
Length the gank
Spank up tank up
The rank shut
Like dank mutt
In the stank slut
I bank but
I thank run the hands down
And crown before I found
I lounge on Water
My core drips
With War with
The Population
Light a Spliff on Vacation
Across the Nation!





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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/13/23 10:17 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861042 - 10/14/23 09:48 AM (4 months, 16 days ago)

From the core
All ego got shut by The War
With score Meth was sweet
They meet with the night crept sleep
I got Glock step in crept in
Slept when they kept in
Peace at least until deceased
I flip a beast who released aggression
All stress in the flex then
Guns and funds for tons of bombs
All stay calm until they blown up and on and on
The wrong side of the track they max
Till they get waxed I receive
The facts used to deceive
Some of us don’t believe that War
Is the more in the born biz
I tore it like it is

For the flow fizz
Function somethin’ in smoking gun
Broke from a ton of weight
They skate over fate
Like Soldier state is the break
Of the make of the model
That God you’ll fought full of hot to pull
Gun for someone I run
I stun a fool all tool in school
Some didn’t keep cool and lost it rule brandished
The man just evaporated from the straighted
Bombs that weighted
I stated the facts all date there relax form the sacks
Tear up the place bare
I just split an Ace in the air

You’re supposed to go half on the sack!
What you put down a 5 Dollar Bill to ash?
A weight sack costs 50
For the Green Super Sticky
Let’s go lift heat and complete the task
They serve it for Cash
It’s a business within this
They help you go the distance
We know the difference
Between hard drugs and buds
We love to toke down rub
A soak round for the folks for Pounds
We down to score and soar
Been bound for World Tour
We lit it pure

I want to move Produce
Roll reduced to deuce deuce
I got it tight on juice
For crews to choose from
No one carries gun
We loose and sprung the two step to three
They don’t answer me I ran that see
I can’t go back and strap and maximum
I relax sung hung with the rung
I rubber Duckie with the heat
I beat a sweet thing to wing
I see sting for the thing
I lightning I in it yo
I been for real bro
Jumping up on the ceiling that feeling
I need the Sativa Herb
All I do is pump slow Indica
Sativa is a mystery to me!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/15/23 12:24 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861050 - 10/15/23 02:30 AM (4 months, 16 days ago)

Kids outside yelling and fighting
Getting high on bad drugs
And having money difficulties
Economy freezes everyone without a gun
You could make it hum on some Ganja strung with lights
Bright in flight you could rhyme tight
Performance enhancing insight
I plug into tight fix with tricks and just might wick some sinner beginner
I split a winner and cooked dinner go figure
I live here threadbare with stare for flair
On a motherfucking player
Ganja smoked by the town mayor
And jails filled with prisoners
Who envision on drugs that tears apart souls
Lost in the fold I rolled more Ganja
Been on and yah calm like before the storm
Before I was born

I’m a Ganja Fanatic in fact
You’re supposed to go half on the sack
The sack costs 50
In a Jiffy we street remain with heat don’t complain
When you rollin’ down the lane
With dice game
You need to cough up bucks
The more you smoke the more you pluck
In tight cut
I such as rupture
A buck torn for scorn
I lift it warn
To Trip hits like grits stick with bisquits
These quick kits
For fits I tight this
Write this all right this flips
No more Speed
We just smoke Ganja Weed
The sacred herb I say word up!

We play for chains
Jewels in 3rd eyes brains
That flew by
I knew why
I scri
I’m high I got Water
To short order I support a
Column of Tanks
Patrol the banks
That Gold is sank
I lift the shank and outrank
You need a spank
I got you in it to win it
Prank
Mix your Tobacco for Ganja
Thank me later
Instead of Alcohol try some of this shit you brawl
I lift it tall
Flip the fall
Of all Soldier
All



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/15/23 05:32 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861054 - 10/15/23 06:26 PM (4 months, 15 days ago)

Smoking Ganja on the block
If I flip it Shock
Like I rock fifth tip with the Glock stitch
I’m an AK-47 Crazy Alien
With Purple Haze in the Sack
You flip a hat?
I Trip you right back
I seen so many sacks
I want the pounds
Flip in bounds with rounds shot off?
Never that I gloss raw product
That Shock you better duck
I know you get stuck in
It’s sin to stuck when I buck been
Up to truck
Licensed to not give a fuck
In the function
There’s a disease that cheese
Is coming from party drugs
Party thugs push shit
I seen it so I reinvented
The spent threads on bleeding
You receding now
I need a Sativa
BLAUGH!

You dead
You already dead, already dead
Before you move you set up
You can’t groove with the blade
Made mules pull bales of Ganja through Frontier
Don’t want to tear you up with Sun steer
On the Solar Flare you up
We done here
With gun here
In chess boxing what I’m talking is walking 10 moves ahead
I just do it and you dead
You already dead, You already dead
Before you move you set up
I lit a head up instead
To wet up
Everyone loves guns
And thread but I steadfast with Feds
Remain a Ganja Head
In the brain led
By blades I exclaim
You dead,
You already dead, already dead
Before you move you set up

I caught a Water
Caught an H 2 O glow
I was glowing
Showing people who try to master me
How sad it is to see them
Ahem.
I hock up phlegm and they reinvent
The adrenaline surge when they heard
I’m the bird who is martial
Not partial to mastery
I don’t master people equal
You could see a sequel of master cheap feeble
Lasso
Tie up
Don’t try up yo
If it came to blows I’d drop you so easy
People can’t see me
Like breeze it need be
I reread the seed money
On some Gun Heat and run defeat
Through the streets of America
Kids get scared and can’t stare at yah
Wannabe gangsters with shanks thanks to Drug Wars and banks of Gold
Rank you sold in the fold I’m just too cold


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/15/23 09:35 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861055 - 10/15/23 10:57 PM (4 months, 15 days ago)

I’m off the Grind
Blind press a rewind
I’m signed
I got minefields
Yielding peel caps and raps real full of max
I tracks lit up on stacks lit up
I back lit with ultraviolet light
I rhyme fight
All night I stay up till Sun Ray come the next day
I play make the slain in the lane clock brain
Exclaim the day’s end is a blur
When you murder you in further
I serve a fool who worth your steel to peel back
Cap and sealed that
I heal maps that yield tracks to take to break backs with fate
Snaps on date just like cake I bake
I rake it in
I’m a loaded weapon then
I left gangsters dead
Soldiers bled trying to control with lead
All deadheads said they fed up with the nonPsychedelic

Ganja rap
Rolling fat bones
Of Black African Gold
Sacking untold never lacking hold it up the ear wax and I sacks it up
Rap in the cut for strut to take it to the front of the zone
All alone I smoke a clone of the Dark Phone I blown
I shown in the roll in the hold it in
The hit until you quit you rolled laughing lit
Cashing in on the fraction you get
No satisfaction
Till this rap’s done
I cap some gum beware of tar in the air so cars dare
Break the speed limit a gimmick I printed hinted at
Legalization fact as break in attack
They makin’ stacks like eggs and bacon
What’s shakin’?
Yo we got high stakes in the flakes and shake and bake and
Take some on the run
Going for a gun
You murder one
That’s why eye chose the shrooms
I love Ganja too
It’s important like veggie
I have a fresh beat to speak to all leak through the heat drew in crew
True Story

Blasting cap
Relapse
With raps that chain on drugs in the brain
Thugs choose Meth and lose big time
I hit it win time as prime mind is diamond
I spyin’ with eye climb in the rhyme and
I blind man
Spoke of folks broke choked and smoked
I toked Herb as a kid did a 3 year heavy duty bid
I slid right in with Dragon I hang in the thickest posse
People duck and they flee
Square pegs with their kegs of beer I steer clear
I sear in the function assumption bring one rung as gun clip hum
I run thick done trick become
I gun as I sip on drip brain lift in the lane Psilocybin Chain
I need a new name with Ganja Game
Hit with it victorious ring in
The thing and
I sting and I wing and
I King stand beforehand I brand label
Everyone needs a brand label to float thick cable
With precious jewels able
Like table and chair I staple
Relatable
History dates you full
Of weight you pull
I rock and roll
Born to stroll through lanes
My name is How I Came to Get Brain
I slice and dice in the lane
I can’t complain
But the price of Ganja is way in the sky
Don’t ask me why


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/16/23 02:13 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861056 - 10/16/23 02:48 AM (4 months, 15 days ago)

I used to fly at midnight
In sight I scare
In the air I light a flare
I dare you to step to
Anyone in my crew
We rep through
Deck in fools
Who come with tools
You get killed in the skilled game
What’s like this I aim to proclaim
Rap Brains in lift lanes of chain
It’s easy to explain and manifest blood stain
I lit brains Sun Rays came in aim in the same kin
To flame been up in the lane spend a ten
I release head that spread
Like this and that we fed gats and met it’s match
The satchel got Ganja and tacks pulled
I fully spun from heat as Gun Street
I light fleets tight sheets with white beats
I mic up defeat is like this
I mic this to ripeness
My flight gets off about now
See you later!
Ciao!

I swear on an air jack
All flight is mean as might as rap as they beware black
I flip Cash
I got the secret stash that bleep that ass
I feed up Fast with Weed up
Never Speed up I recut the lead struck they fleeing bucks for seeing
Cuts the cement G bent off the entrance
Defenseless from penniless read you since as flex you need a rinse
I mince mingle and meet the street till it tingle
I defeat the minimalistic beat that heat
I clock the eat that shit up or drink that shit down to the Crown
All holy lounge in the lost and found for pounds of Pot
You could get shot and still not feel what I got to peel
I real deal
I seal all fact as G L
I ski spell lead dwell as key
Need I tell as fee fell and easy
Freeze knees up and Trees be lit tucked a illegal self defense weapon
Each thug crept in why I rep in this
Sketch the difference is so intense it makes this list in this ever since

I’m glad I almost died from Meth
Lined my breath
Timed my steps
If I had kept using that shit I’d be crazy to death
Haze be reflect days on Ganja slept
Pay be the fade heat to relay Street
I fight a meeting of the G bring the thing
I like it swing
Type twitch
Mic itch
I might stitch still as kill at will
Type to Ice Grill
Slice until
The dice roll bill
Mics of steel
I hype this wield
The mind is the peel back to
Find diamond
I recline and
I sign on the dotted line I got spine yo
I just twinkled to be bro
Low and behold
Out the mold broke it Gold
Folk twitch on Meth
Hype to death
Take your last breath
I crept recite the steps I taken with Techs


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/16/23 01:18 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861061 - 10/16/23 04:06 PM (4 months, 14 days ago)

I bent and spent the Wizard meant
For last intention to hit it over the fence and
Drop the lesson guessin’
Flex in the thing
Mic up type truck
Duck the cut for front
Get a Sun ball and wall
I follow fall with hollow words I swallow birds
Like this thirds I heard murder
Serve it further you on the burner
Heating up fast learner
Churn the earn in the firm that function
Tuck in chain
Light this brain
Someone claim a blood stain
I tight this game
With it flame up
The same cut as brain struck
In the ruckus
We buck twitch
They stuck it
And cause the tuck chain
And cluck brain
With the luck in the lane
We struck and remain
Tight with a dice game
I heat the name with real aim I can’t explain

Hollywood is a Psychedelic Maze of Human Beings
All eyes seeing on the Freeways
I speed to slay and skeeze with no delay
I play for free plus sometimes I pay
Every day I smoke blades on Sundays
Hit the Sun Rays
By the beach and teach Tai Chi
To the skis I cop pleas
Like disease I freeze my keys up
I lead in tuck with mean strut
I clock it lean shut the door to the hallways

I clocked a spot around the clock in Hollywood
All night boogie just like a dude be should be wood
Spree like this every night with clips tight hits
I might skip a heartbeat on the street let it meet up
I took my seat up fools get beat up
The city is no joke on hundred spokes
I written this wrote as a warning to come to LA to play
Everyone say how their gun gleam not the team
But I got the triple beam iced out dream on sixteen

On the way he left his law all day long smoking a bong
Each and every song hits like this
I might stitch I’m crisp
With grips of cash the stash thick with Cannabis
I rinsed cash as a kid
Flipped my lid on the street skid
Bleeding on concrete eating the bomb eats
I lost my feet pounding it down I went
Then sent back
I pay the rent back
As soon as I extract from Cannabis


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/17/23 12:13 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861062 - 10/17/23 01:11 AM (4 months, 14 days ago)

I just want to OD
But not for free
I pay through the nose for candy nose
Everyone knows
How scores core as War torn
I was born on the funny farm
I lit a barn door
For sure I been tore as sin is
I hit the mention this I twist one
With my fists I run the existence
I lead defense in the extra expensive
You could bet it sent kid

Magnetic attraction was a fraction of the function
I want one ton behemoth
I gleam rust as Trees thrust through the Earth at birth
I hit it worth
First place to taste trophy aced as Gun Heat
Run the Street with both feet
Isn’t that neat?
I got it in Greek to Socrates bow down on my knees
And pray to the Vatican Man I been Catholic
I just ram it up and stick

LSD Tabs
Lab Rooms
Cocoons of spoons
And Knife Wounds
Life Moves through and along a song
I float on
Don’t get it twisted cause you wrong to get it twisted
Don’t miss life existence is the type of gift
To seen it burn a spliff and I mean that
I run the heat backwards
For a rub I’m in the club

Give me a Green Sativa
So I could bleed with yah
Wintergreen Taste flip the case for Ganja
All the bomb on here got me steering clear
Of weird birds that’s not 33rd
I flip the suburbs
And rip a lurch
Catch me at the Church giving birth
With my thirst for the cheese
Everyone lightning on skis
Catch a disease with the cool breeze
In tight Platinum flight risk the tight crisp


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/17/23 04:20 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,550
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 6 hours, 19 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861063 - 10/17/23 06:15 PM (4 months, 13 days ago)

Whether you pump slow
Or thump low
When the beat control the dance floor
Everything be in the reinvented wheel on the ceiling
Feeling Psychedelic
Everyone melt into gel it
The Police was a relic of the past
Everyone hit the gas and fit Fast in Lit
Tight grips of cashes under the mattress
Trick in the hat with this
It matters I split six
Crispy battered fried everyone hide inside
As they glide hit the ride and flow with the mind style fist

Black Water
Bubbled
All Organic don’t panic
Dropped in the Atlantic in the East
Freezes Meats up
The lean cut freeze strut
In the cut I like to lease but I buy drugs
I trust thugs to make mud of the rub
I double dub with the bubble
Chug champagne
With the tight flame
Murder the same
In which you came I changed my name

Iran under the club
To smell the sewage
They say Yo!  Don’t do it
Anyone through fit with the news
Knows the Blues, Jazz and Funk
Rock and Roll Punk
A Cop dunked a doughnut
To flow in the cut I sho nuff
Did blown up
I roll in the truck flipped flow buck
I tuck money under the thing that run I swing
Mic this up and sting with a Pigeon Wing
Everyone fright afraid of the scene
On Acid Dream with Gangster lean
I tight the beam and triple team

The lawyers bent
Master Vet of the head up
Trek you dead up
Flex the wet up
Step with the amputee
That lamp crews and do speed
Light this Weed up yo!
Ganja grow all around the Globe
How that sound when you explode?
I get down with the cap around to the flow
Hit the ground running gunning for Suns
And the front humming a gun and just becoming
A muscle hustle the fuss you put up to shut tricks
In the mix Sticks of Reefer fix all the weak seeds
That’s a bleeder missed either or the seer
Of weird hits you steer fits like beer at Christmas
I get with the dead ring the head sing
Like all that I mic up the bike rack with Platinum
I got two gats and I Sun
Plus my kitchen knives ruin lives
I seen it on Jive Records thrive all live




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/17/23 10:15 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861064 - 10/17/23 11:59 PM (4 months, 13 days ago)

I’m the carnivore that tore Wars off
Your core soft
Your floor and lost it to shot shit up around from the ground up I lounge
Hit the plow to prepare the fields for how we get down
Ganja crops with splice the mic up I roll dice
Hit the high notes vote for soaking wet to bet I loc up
I hold cuts I fold shut the sold style with miles of trail to derail trains
I lit brains in the lanes with blood stains
Flip this tight remain in sight in flight
I bit the mic right off the cord been explored on tour
With the weapons that set in the threatening by them
I don’t like it when people try to ice you to slice and dice you
With blades fade like try to spike crews with shoes
I flip them fools off they lose cough
I need a Ganja cough and soaked off lit the lost and found
In the Martial Lounge where all the Spices abound we got it Crowned Triple

Golden Optics
Fog your lens like a crockpot
On the stove that glows red
I bold head up the untold dead meat
Seat in the feature flick to trick
Mic up this tip top type of trip
I might lip the joint
As I roll on point
I roll another and another until everyone’s brother gets a toke

Platinum Optics
Clear the lens and send ends through
All rent’s due so crew flew who done it?
From it to run it I gun hits until shit comes out
I slip eye and kittens meow
I lift the whole town and put it down right
Until slight I seen a knife fight
And I bright to tight this
My rhymes never miss
I could slap the fuck out of a bitch

You could take a little Psychedelic
Hit the bell hit to tell it
Is to sell it
Like bell toll I well slow down to ten fold Crown on the round
Cake I hold weight that cold state of being
All eyes seeing Type P in the free cement
I so bent on Water I caught the order
To afford I crew I chew on shrooms
How do you do it in synthetic rooms?
I could feel that hit go boom
I like forest at High Noon


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/18/23 06:47 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861065 - 10/18/23 07:18 AM (4 months, 12 days ago)

I lit some Crank
And sank an amp to lamp all night
I seen 8 rainbows that flows the aim right
On lane bright as flame burning
I learn into curve into swerve hits the word up
This shit is such rugged
I drugged with thug twitch
Murder stitch unless all the bitch is gone
I could flow on but the song is so long
I like to smoke a bong to prolong the show goes on
I flipped an asswipe and hit the pipe again

The H Bomb Fusion
Ruins rooms in the tombs shed
The blood red heads cut up set
I gun threat off a Mexican X connection
With reflection I hit the section
My shit is so bomb I job on the 13th each week
I seek a creek water so pure I oughta lift fewer things that rings
Like bell I Gel into school well I through hell
So I lit it just as well
No, you didn’t
Good riddance to the cess I confess I hit it endless
Now one hit and I quit why I mic up shit
The tight fit with the height slit up the bike mix
In the hype fist that swipe twist tuck nip pluck stuck in
The run the ends off and get sent to loss from the boss
My pen is bright at night glow in the light
One more strike and I take flight in my Nikes

Movin’ X the product all law set
The drug rep is never in check with step I wreck
Instead of flex I relax and chill with my sack till it fill up
I will to cut ill shut out I run down the dance craze phase
With Sun rays offa plays in the book
Look I shook took a hook and I stood
Wood grain swing it would blade singing should be able to jam
Who I am?
I’m the Ganja man with the slam and bam
I liken to fly high when I ride then
I sigh the bent invent the steps I roll reps in the specs
Rap this extra fresh like this sweat and yep
Ganja is a great one
Lots of great fun
On the plate stun
A real dance and I’m on the run
Movin’ and groovin’ slip through the tube and like lube


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/18/23 08:25 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861066 - 10/18/23 01:29 PM (4 months, 12 days ago)

I lit up to a Hollywood Sunset
I seen a Gun Threat
But I roll in check with step
Plus I just sniffed Cocaine it’s in the maintain
I flip a lane a Bullet takes
I make the breaks for flakes off
To stay soft in the fame you lost
I claim who’s boss I toss it awesome up the sauce then
I dodge bullets fully
I could pull heat back if I packed
I write rhymes in the jack move groove too soothe
I bruised up crews and take two steps
A gun reps for Gun Threats
Merger with surgery
You heard of me and burn on speed
Here!  Smoke this Weed
Ganja Herb that’s licensed 3rd degree!
To type of Tree that’s hype to see with
A diseased twist for the bleeding
Meaningless life of the knife strike Deadly
But this is a Gun Medley
I’m the head with GP

I smoke the blunt down to a stub
The only thing kids need in the club is Ganja Bomber Awesome with Sauce then
I boss up ten thugs to rub the heads scrub they dead dug
A grave with it still slave in the rave
Like lightning I’m lighting this sighting the four fifth
Of crisp tight in this will and say dis most politicians
I’m on a mission to legalize
Dance moves and all craze in the eyes I stay fly
Spill an A while I stay high all the time
I hit it mind style file in line for soul child children killed in the Middle East
Smoke Hashish for peace
At least release the tight leash
All this tight reach of the breach of contract with humanity
Bring the bomb back candidly
I ran some G down with my Crown
Hit the fountain and bounce then
I count to ten backwards
Then flip for a sack towards World Peace

I hit up a gram sack
Of Meth to rap
My G caps heads twisted
With fists up
Dissed in the truck is reject
My scene inspect the rein
I tight to sight it reinvent the mighty
I high as P in sight tight
I lighted it up lit
I fill a truck to stuck
I will in pluck with one tucked
I stuck a ruckus up
To buck one
Shotgun hum son
I rerun a gun that flip tight tongue
And just begun
Will it numb off hung that’s re rung
I begun to see seed from the lead come
I pay heed to buns bake will it sum in flake
Big mistake to take it make it
I fake it no mistake it
Will it take sets that’s no bets
I feel in check for real inspect the deal yo
I’m hype as a peel slow
30 Below zero for the hero
To hear it glow to fear flow


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/19/23 09:20 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861068 - 10/19/23 01:18 PM (4 months, 11 days ago)

All money as gun heat
Freeze
These are psilocybin mushrooms indeed
You touch one and you done
Touch another you undercover for life
Sweat it like a knife imbedded in the strife
I clock life
Said it’s the type I wed with
My mic dead itch the style for file
All the while I tried to smile through the mile
I tiled the place up Ace strut as lace cut
For space to tuck one gun I number days
Run as plays something Haze in a blaze
Tight for plays to sight this stays in light
Till night I light up catch the sight up
I write up a paper to state your name there
I beware of fresh frozen bros. In the clothing
I so sing the tight wing closing flows swing
The whole thing
Rewrote the vote for Gold swing
I tight this like the King
I might just cold sting
I bite this with white picket fence
Bench the press no second guess you less
I just stress the trip
I’m lightning on the hip with this
It’s your own business
As you just witness while we lit this

I disappeared in College
Hitting up the KNOWLEDGE
I spit the solve it
I revolve it called it quits?
Never!
My lever is forever to sever ties with High Eyes that dry up others
My rhyme brothas and sisters
With their fists in the air a player
My rhyme just stays there
Mayor of town lay the hits down for Crown to sound legit
I’m telling you I don’t quit
I’m martial fit to entirely lit the siren song of the Bong and Shroom
Right this in the room
Tight this scoot!  Move over the unsober law is loader for the supposer
I close your word up
WORD UP!

The Gold Platinum Function
All sore as core be
I like to hit Cash dash to the scene
For the Dream
Light this team to try to scheme I fight with lean
In sight white right wing flight takes off
The boss coughed a lot and got shot
I still in in it until I win it
Move Produce to show deuce
I loose and true as truce
I flow use the fluid
Ruin kids
I do bids that sift through this that flip
I with the mix
I drugged up
Thugs get they rugged on sight this song for long to prolong tight as gone
In the Feds said I need Produce instead
But I light my head red as gun sight bled in polite tight as wed
To Water
I shot a sport sorter for hoarder of the lyrics recorder
More as mortar and pestle to grind the herbs from Hezbollah
I dead stole yah Hashish under a leaf I seen grief
Murder as each eats a peach to curve your reach
Indeed
I like Lebanese Hashish



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/19/23 03:12 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861070 - 10/19/23 05:57 PM (4 months, 11 days ago)

I penned it
Sent on bent
Invent the spent focus
The broke in within the spectrum
The section to flex then
Requires brave men
To hold the ten gauge shotgun
I rot a lot of guns to shot one
The botch Sun for fun
I run into the crew that do that
I light in true cat as mapped
I react facts state
I hate the slate clean without Green Bud
Ganja
Flow some bomb yah off the stoner
Awful the clone with alone I split a phone
Divided I just ride the wave of the brave
I’m not a slave
I went to the rave and passed on the MDMA
I like to ski slay and write pay heed to Gray
Mixed it in the may you lift then display
Paid with the raid for fade to blade
Master cycle I’m Michael the Mike with the Tricycle
Bike so full of wool I pull null off
And lost the boss with the coin toss in the fountain
I just need Mountains of Cash and Ganja to Ash

I like to ring my gun
Certain practice with this
I batches of heat slid in
Once bitten
Each written they get in the state
For great Wisdom I chill in the section
I best ten out of ten
To recite the in height
Feed for night
All right!
My gun didn’t used to rung
No bells with gels that sell
I just as well for a kid I did the bid
I hit it ripped it on shit
Lacing Ganja with Mushrooms
I busted once bled fed the Federal
To head you pull back
And pop the gat
It’s like that in fact
Still I heat intact I rhyme blacked out
With weight sacks round
I spill on the ground and smoke pounds
I shot down all the enemies
I train with blades
You get this fade like bloody

I built rhyme from an orange tree
That rocks up Gs after I freeze
I drop and breeze
I practice a little Tai Chi
I’m like Wounded Knee and Bury my Heart
I start to part divide the flip side
I ride
I don’t hide out
Or run my mouth laughing
I stick the stash in the baggie
All fragments of me are like Ganja Tree
I just need the Blue Seed of the Super Sweet
Left side Blue that reek of stank
I’d break my bank
To sank a J any day now
You could tell by AI

And robotics
This place is about to stop like slow paced
Slow laced with the about face
Government is a disgrace



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/20/23 02:42 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861071 - 10/20/23 03:08 AM (4 months, 11 days ago)

I use small soft movements
Characteristics of Blades doin’ it
To in it
Screw right in
Cause the lethal weapon from the section
To wet blood
Victim rubbed
In a few strokes or pokes
Folks like me like to practice weaponry
I bet them see it
And mean it I recede in the threat
I cold sweat
Never second guess the flesh wound
Knife is a typhoon
I just did a spoon of Coke
And smoked a Joint
I’m going to drop an LSD Blotter
And thought of your Father
The slaughter
Laughter after Water
A disaster that oughta happen
Less tragic
Like magic
I flag down most Wu Tang
For not training Blades
I’m down rock steady
Shit gets heavy yo

I connected overseas
Check the box chart
X marks the spot park
In effect lex
I step through Mexican fields that high yield
I hit the keel of the boat tip over float until nova
Star who you are I’m up to par
I got in the car and lit tar
Hash Oil
Bring it to a boil and grow my own at home in soil cut clones
For sale
Variety that tie up G in the mail crews fail
I hit them bail
Then K all the way up the block when I stalk
Meth Talk
I’m telling you
I need Downs and flips Crowns
Make sure you smoke TONS of Pot
Then give it a shot

I’m used to packing the sack in the thing for tight ring
Smoke a lot of Ganja before a training session my lesson
Is Gold hold a fold up
I rolled up
Like cold cut I strut the function
I love the Ganja like somethin’
Else off the shelf ain’t no other thing help
Like Ganja can
That’s the plan to release the cheese and freeze up
I lead tucked one gun and hum the Sun coming from behind
Leave you blind
You can’t find a weapon
I rep in this with spliff
Other drugs is dangerous
I flame with the fifth
I plead plant seed
Smoke Weed
Ganja breed hold up still it indeed rolled up
I told you cuts of it you won’t front on stunt
Just open it the gift and riff tokin’ on it
Dog gone it I long with the sticks of Reefer
Everyone seeps through caps that relax fever
In the dance advanced take a chance and split a hands down
Around they way play for I say with no delay
This Ganja is grade A


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/20/23 06:33 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861072 - 10/20/23 08:03 PM (4 months, 10 days ago)

What you get timid past the list with gimmick?
This Ganja is cold chillin’ stuff
I know enough about drugs to hit up Buds
I thinned in the club track to come right back
I served the sack intact with gat
I fully capped up with strapped up
Swam a lap but I happened to rust
Trust as shut the case face bust
Tech you laced with grace in the face
Like freebase I chase it
About face it
Keep up with pace with it
Complacent I bake in the frame with the season for reason cheese in it
Begin with Ganja and end I’m on bomber
So I send this calmer before the storm as sworn
Enemy no friend of me!
Why not G?
He passed me laced trees
So I had to breeze on him
With long venom in the ten to spread I capped his head
He dead now
That’s just more than anyone can allow
He should have told me it was laced how?
I sold a POW!  In the now with the tower
I Gold with Power fold
I lit the mold up and cold struck the party with some hard heat to meet up
I so Gd up in the truck

I’m missing magic powders
Elixers to fix there it is
Mic this one up big to kill ghosts on the track from coming back
Thank god I got the Ganja sack, Meth and Shrooms, Herbs in Rooms
I seen you too soon
You know I’m out for High Noon
Shootin’ em up with will it’s in the cut
So cut that sold fat gats that rolled black intact strut
I fold the map on you
I have to screw face I brace for the embrace that lit your face up
Catch a trace of the Master Ace Glove
You can’t see a dub of love like this
It’s the type twitch I stitch with hype some
Mike rung the gun just for fun and to kill
One in the same on the same bill that’s ill
I fill with the skill I seen it beam it trill
Got the will to survive I get it live
That’s no jive I hit Water caught knives off a ride I took
It’s in the book you shook
Don’t even look I cook
Em up with the stuff like you want it don’t front it
This magic comes with nothing less
I do damage on tracks
And always come back
But not like Coca, Wax or loc up
I smoke hits up to flow dubs broke truck choke I want a Psychedelic
Trip to skip the dip
Renew my hip and clip

I practice blade tracks
Like a needle in a haystack
That’s from way back
I dance a chance for fans to gawk
I stalk and walk with the talk I rock
I shot up tracks got them facts straight
What’s weight sack that plate back from date?
Hate that!
I have to invade that deflate make it mate like rape
I fill a plate with weight I slip of fate
Make it make it take it then break it off
Sure do strong long for the song
Like Cheech and Chong
I lit one on
Got it to bomb hit the flex it checks
That’s wrong connect in flex
Make Techs come out the leaded route no doubt by word of mouth
Down South I seen a mob flick with the calm hits like mom gets it
I wrecks it grab the mic and never ever wear and tear a motherfuckin’ player
I’m the mayor of town that rocks shit down I flip a round
Now I got it crowned
I hit the pounds up of round chuck that
All Soldier with the buck and cat I hit a nice stack
Lit it rice paddy
Cat heat up a baseball bat
With blades I chill from way back


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/21/23 08:56 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #861073 - 10/21/23 02:10 PM (4 months, 9 days ago)

I’m the King of Suns that run the guns from
Split the tongue numb
I broken Sun of tokin’ on the Ganja open the Chakras
Potent spill it off yah one
I sum in the run back track that hum
In fact I got the map sprung
I licensed with the ice for a good one
I should come with lyrics
Fear slips and tears
Break aware of mistake beware I take names
Plates in fact rap straight will it fate
I got a date with a skate I flake like Peruvian
I love drugs and the movies and I thug
I mustered rubber plug yah up slug yah
Pull and tug for a hug and I seen mean mugs
All lean does the Green Bud from the each his bold
Fold for a cold I got so I shot up raw cut
Ice makes you murder strut in the cut
Further what you want?
I sunk a spun off the gun for flow from
Licensed to know one to flow with it
I show rip it terrific I specific about Ganja Strains I bid with
I ripe this did shit like Ice is lit I mic up spit
Hype some get off the wall
To brawl for call
Man, I seen it all

Real Cash must puff you
I spit a buck two
I rough through the brand new
I scuff my shoe
Roll up and stuff crew for too much
I seek as such
Light a Dutch
I smoke as plush carpet
Market the arc get dark set
No sweat I release a Tech 9
Bet you best blind with threat
I toke expect dime bags to sag
I raise the flag and tag on a wall
M.I.K.E. let’s brawl
I call your fall real raw
I bust a jaw
I don’t like to
But this mic screw so tight clueless
They need to listen to Blues
Get it off they chest to reflex
In step I plead for X mark to stop
I chalk a mark up and that’s walk
I mix a stalk branch of Cannabis
With some shit indifferent
To the struggle
I start to bubble and tear down to rubble
All the fears in the club too
I run the hits with Gun and Gong Fu

I spun a white cocoon
Busted a night moon
Slept in my own tomb as room
Crept up the broom swept up
Fools leapt up to get checked but
I instead trust my medicine
To the dead and back again
Children need it to feed with
I speed stick like lead quick
The remix
Busted reflex the mustard G checks
They busted heat text
Like custard I trusted the cuss word
On Ford it’s out the morgue
Seen a orgy and tore heat morning sweet
I ate some meat and torn a sheet up
I sweated reflux the heat’s tucked
I get it each what?
You instep inflight and gone right down the tubes
Flew the coop and stoop off root
A glue that’s true to do what it’s supposed to
I rolled through caught it cold slew
A microorganism in the stew
I mic this up Blue all chocolate
Like the stock that set to fall
I wonder all day and thunder display from under
I caught a rung bare tear in the underwear for careful
Don’t you dare pull that trigger
You scared fully
I beat up a bully and full his run the street
Necessity to heat





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-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/21/23 08:29 PM)

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