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 Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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A blind follower of the hollow tip blind your blur
You sit there served
I chalk it up to nerve ending
Blood Red rendering
Of the roll the dice thing
WIth Iced out Wings
And Hawks that chalk
Up the product was raw cut
I saw a Soldier strut as gold there
I sold airwaves to slaves
Hit this for days I plays in the Sun Rays
I blaze lit this for phase two like witness it pays
I stretch the blades told you I got it might
Bold crews only step up to me
I Ice Cold G with the dice rolled
People can’t see me
I pop the Set on contact I brought this bomb back
To release the track in fact I make money stack
It’s proven and fact that money move in the sack
I got that cap I track the pack with the maximum
What gats you sprung offa?
I cough yah up back as the master I hasta burn
I am the pride of Beverage Street
Each day is sweet to this reach for stars
Behind bars I lift up cars
And throw up hard on the sidewalk
40 Ounce Brews why I cluck
From Mars
I play guitars and act hard with a shard
I got the guard on my garden
So I could take charge when
I harvest my Ganja Weapon
Keep crews steppin’
I keep on Reppin’ for The Buds because
How a grownup does Smoke was Gung Ho
To and Fro I get cold
Put on a blankie and spank me G
Shakedown!
I got a lake crowned with the night round
The ground I pound feet on
On the Street long
As each women’s legs
Like powder kegs I blow up
Show up
Sniff snow up my nose duck
The wreck in check in full effect
I got this rhyme step
In time with my eye’s dime store kept
Before War and to the core
I slip soar rip roar
All unlicensed get tore
WIth the born on this
I shoulder all the thrift
Move boulders with a Spliff
Since you been up and seize
The heat easy to reach
Like this speak about the bleeding
To the fullest I pull triggers pull shit
Back like steps I counter threats
Bet that’s the rep I got for I get shot
I smoke Pot and lock
Horns to sworn as born with the Glock
I popcorn to the stock of the torn for forlorn
I got it morning breakfast shot up
The Tech twitch the product
Wrecked my wallet to ball it
Now I swallow it follow it with dollar juice
Loose I sue this true as blue bet I new
To this game in retrospect
I still aim and death came with the West Wind Name
I light in Flame
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/01/23 12:46 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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Back up with a twist
Light this Ganja breath hold in the nearest exit
To lex language that gang bang hang with
The savage do damage
On a microphone can’t manage
No thing is above the ring
I sing about the violence doubt the challenge
Like talons sunk in the punk then
I stump send the bumps end
The dump sent this and bent this from ends
I something to pump thing I want that ring
I got the diamonds King and I’m in the lane
With the brain rock this plain and simple
I pop a think you’ll get got it would
Now shot it the topic is how to stop it
Pop it with the pistol
I got fistfuls of cash and seen the Ganja Street ash
Can you feel it
That’s steel peeling when I clean off the ceiling
Head high the real sting the weed in the eye
But dry up with lines cut with nothing
Fronting on nothing something wrong
With this song strange as the page turned
The flames burned
Every aim churned out the infernal
I clock eternal for I burn slow
To the flow I roll and my soul
Is folded I got Gold did it shock sold it stock
Bold with the tops cold I rock it strong with
The Tech 9 blinded up and down the line
I even signed it I recline spit
The diamondback snake with the break
The leg shake the keg up
Get lit and stick with the trip you flipped
Exist with a twist
As I pack back down on Acid
I’m waiting to pack up on Acid
I got the task flipped
We got grips of Ganja Tripped
We sipped it until we hit it Yo
I lit it to head to toe
For flow I ripped it in a row
I double dipped the fill in this
I drill little kids until they still
I chill
I got trillion dollar bill
I will and won’t
I do and don’t
I spill until the kill gets passed
I seen that ass
I fiend in the casket drop
Past did pop
The nonstop
Ganja round the clock
I shock the kids
I pick up some lids of grass
From Mendo
Until my head move slow
Out the Psilocybin blow
This is a 24 hour operation
You get popped at the station
On the Radio Waves I still enslave
Behave like grade made the blade
Still in this till blood spill it’s chill yo
We steel toe stomp out
With the bomb down
All fools come around
With the ground I lounge
I seen the sound waves like the As
I play in spaceship
I still trip
I feel the flips grips the rips on this J
But anyway we Methed up
24 Hours dump the shower was hot
I shot in the garden all who took part in
Thin margin I charge the copy that sold real stat
Bold peel back
They sold crack in the max exit
I set trip on anyone who try to crept with
My breakfast is War Raw
Sealed in the Jar up to par
The flames char all the brains I got a scar
From the days
This is a 24 hour operation
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/01/23 11:21 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I packed Acid
Seen the witch’s broom flight
Soon in tight in the rooms
I spell true is the new moon
I bought a spoon
I ice this past the license
With twice twist the dip records skip
That flex hits
Everyone hits until they numb
Become one with the half steppin’ with weapons
I couldn’t catch a reflection off their section
So I just wet when I best dry ends the mind bends
Seen unwind mend the find out herbal blends
Service swerve this spend bucks word up and duck
The truck rope wrapped around poke
Some herb as word
That’s all I want
Maybe some Psychedelic
It’s intelligent to get lit
All I see is trip
Everyone flips script
Right in with tight in the skip the ice then
I shot you twice in the head
I been off tough traps
And rough raps
Till they touch
Strike them with the bat and like this or that
I splice a cat up with duck mic up the rug rats
That dust clap you back with the sack of Ganja
Been on it since my momma warned you
You born too?
I sworn to glue in my shoes like blues music
I through ice skatin’ true step as the news crept
Up on you I slice this brew is like dat true
My tire flat and I type to rap so I flew over
Lit this Soldier
Tipped in the folder I shoulder the weight as break back take
That back and max is the weight in the sack
I strike with wrath
Everyone double up with trouble stuck as fact
I maximum with the wax spun that dance someone
Tripped dipped the skipper like flipper
That cute kid is chipper seen them crip there
I flip air waves and stay brave still enslaved like concave
The brave with the stay at home flave
I ripped bones out the grave
Stoned out the sage
We Blue Aliens
Come with the Grail and the Spaceship
On Flames ripped
Disdained tripped and lit this in this witness with your Trip
Is Orange like Sword
I ripped it toward the edge and blood red come like Mexican Pot that’s good
Roll up some would you?
I’d like to get stoned with you
Written bones hidden in Jones quitting this clones
As phones off of told as mold I got it cold brew
As sold slew as the Gold drew it bold
I like this like Jello Mold and fellow told that rolled the body out
Scream and Shout and you about it
I routed downtown with the sound that hit
I flipped all written script with the lift
I tripped in College
Served to Solve shit Bikinis involved with the all of that kick in
I stick in then witness this
Kiss them goodbye in the eye still I dry up stitch blind with fist
I really crisp hold the weapons set to fold
Rip in the old school with the cool whip I sip a drink
Lit on the brink of the stink like skunk
Chunks of Pot rolled off the Dock of the Bay
Imported Hay
Yo pass around the J
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/02/23 05:48 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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This is a human cock fight with blades
When the dust settles graves
We slaves to sharp edge
Got the shark’s tooth or sledgehammer blunt weapon impact step into
The screw was loose on anyone who flew in
I got a new spin on the who would win?
I school in the been like that with razors intact
I slapped a bitch up who wanted to dance as such
Catch a lance in the guts
Die slow you on parole and it’s cold and gray
I’m too old to play with blades I got gold and meditate
Sold and set it straight
Rifle like the mic pull you get shot and blow spots
Shoulder of the road for fork and tore through like corkscrew
I torn drew as born in this crew so what’s new
Like this I drew a weapon on anyone who step in
I slept in the blade def in this like played out
I fade out and on a way out to display route
You could cave in and play the spin like you made men
I brave and send this back to the grave with weapon blade
Draw red bloodshed murder as federal
We got medical and the head you pull up to sever too clever
It’s Wu Tang Forever
I caught an A+ Spiral Galaxy
It’s a fallacy that Ganja can’t challenge Speed
Each drug we need as read
Feed through as crew grew into magic
I got to stagger in the tag along play fair with wear
I scare the DARE program flair flow slam
With the show I jam
I get high man
I dry up an eye and bam!
Tie Dyed Deadhead
Still I spread the feds out
I read a red doubt most tripped as dripped
I turned the faucet to gush and pull stopped it up as such
I caught a rush sometime for something I want I’m
A Cocaine fiend for example I got a sample
I like to lamp pull up a damp cloth for soft
Wipe it down and around hit the lounge
Star bound in the Milky Way
Each and every day we want downs to play with rounds that spray
Left that delay on the back exit to flex it
I wrecks hits with my Meth Trip
I got the Zip Zang wing a ding wing wham
Blam! It’s who I am
My 8 steps are illegal
I break necks past the sequel
Crush throats and 3rd eyes
Float
In this till I die I wrote this tortured
Score a word through birds that fortunate
I core with the lit I scored
Can’t wait to trip on this
Get stoned to this
Wrote on the flip the grip
We in tight knit
Hype as the written word dip
I’m a Weed Nerd
Ganja Bird
That 33rd
I license with the verbs
Like Mike Tyson I knock fools out
Word
I mic up the absurd flip the curve
Spittin’ the nerve I’m gettin’
To wet in the section
A reflection of my sentence
For drugs and a reference to thugs
All lit this like the tug on rope
Vote for masterpiece
I still increase the Peace
WIth each trip greased
You got that within reach
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/03/23 01:50 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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Smoke a Pot Spot
Get the blade with what’s hot
Like the faded on your top hat
Feel it cats strut raps cut the caps
Off a shut case steel in Ace
Flipped the bass
Cut the chase
To the car chase between the Cops and Aliens
All stale stay within the lines steel it’s fined
I rewind
Stop on a dime recline to show mine
Light in it tonight you could take flight
Reach new heights see the sights
Trip off this like the tip off in basketball
All slip blades and you saw this like shades
Of gray lit the flames of Sun Ray
Still I aim to defame I sound strange
Like deranged so I Aced with a page
Of lyrical grenades
Set to fragment off chill and this ill bent
Fill the drum track murder back
Server of fact
Steel it snapped
Put a plug in your slugfest
Chill the rest out later through outdated
Methods with lectures in seconds I detect this
Flame still will it insane touch the brain
Type in this swipe real crisp
Like ice rolled on a fist that missed
I roll dice up crisp with the slice in
Pull them mics magnetically within
Energetically you could bet I be
Shinin’ like blind and I recline and unwind
I spot a 9 shootin’ off like a cough they soft
Trip in the boss
Records for the sector to necks turned and broke
Spoke in the soak of blood wrote this dub
Mud come up on tokes of Bud
Sho’ nuff I poke in the stub of joke
I busted broke lit the smoke up again
I cope with my ends I send sent
With my shit bent you need to invent
A red cent steel it went straight in on vacation
Change the station
Like the Council On Foreign Relations
I still in Spaceship relate the date flip
The skate Trip exit
I don’t even have to Flex it
Legalize the Mexican
Pot and I shot like Reflex I got it to stop that cat
Trap the cap up to slap up a bitch
Just as soon as you shot hooped a basket
That was your last kick in life
Shocked by the red stripe
I mic up the might adjust the bust trust Eyeball
Fiend and for the call it’s wall to wall
Scrawl graffiti on the street G
I got a sweet scene painted of the untainted
Still in blades dipped it
I mixed it with the flicked bic twisted
Lifted off the gifted I rip spread
Off the head till they dead I intend
To defend the medicine I got till I shot the cops
Who fiend for my drops like sweet socks
I clock the stocks defined with Glocks in time
They all find the mind Diamond
Washed Dollar Bills behind this
My mind tricks the signed to the time it exist
I twist the blind up
It’s in the wrist you reclined but you dip
In undefined adjust as equipped
With the lines sniffed
I blitz with the Keg I break leg release the mega
Off the haters we late to turn this burn this
You gotta earn this
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/03/23 05:21 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I’m Vegan
Eat a lot of Pasta
I’m Rasta
I’ve been throwing Fastballs and locked up
Hit the key to the strike
And mic that up yo
Go toe to toe for flows
I ripped it off
To sip some raw off the jawbone
I tripped a microphone and still prone
To steel in the zone
Pick up your stick up to battle
Learn weapons and how to step to the threat
I bet hardly no one can chill and not sweat
I jet up the block to take stock of the vinyl records
I got a Tech and AK with clips for days
Watch the Sun Rays yo as I start to blaze
I amaze kids with my Gray Alien fade hairstyle
Oh child I just tripped it wild
No one seen or heard
Like a bird I come back and crumb snatch
Flipped the best catch
I proceed to swim laps
I carry gats
And relapse with the Ganja Smoke
And heat tracks
Tripped it flipped it for what it was cuz
Like it don’t matter
It does
You need guns
We trip off guns and home runs
This flip stuns anyone not locked
I fiend for a Glock
I hip to the spot that rock around the clock
Source for my course was blot of ink
In the ice skating rink
I’m on the brink of disaster
And just went right past it
I flashed it the gat and blasted out the attack
I rapped it
Trapped it slapped it up and mastered
This hasta be the record that everyone step with
I heat the Mexican Pot
Over a shot of Gold saw that untold
Folded up they hold this like what?
I rolled in it till I got the digits frozen
Blows of death close in
I write with Golden Pen
I get old when I sold them this
I vent through the crisp air
To dish out this flair
Words they scare kids
Who can’t handle shit yet
I spit on a bid and bet
I kill the Set
I can’t wait to see the White Vans pull up
CIA NSA in the cut
I cut it up
I stuffed the trip the zips got it quick
I light the wick and Street to ditch the shoes on my feet
Completely relax and maximum
I facts that stung back with relapse like a ton
I got Guns
I Sum them on one end and that causes bend in the head
I release until they dead
They don’t stop laughing until its their ass
I’m the King
I tax the position I’m in is stinging everyone ringing
I pick up the phone and prone
In the Zone to get Stoned
I smoke the Ganja blow the clouds out around
I expound upon that but I got the Gat
I serve that fact as trapped
In the system they wishin’ wishy wash
Saw all that raw off and cough
I give a hip toss to the awesome
All it cost was some venom
In denim with the lead in em
I give em ten seconds
I check the X off
I trip red sauce
Blood loss
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/04/23 01:48 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I smoke crack and blow my brains out
In the lane down the way
Where we rush and load explode on the code each day
Every rock causes shock
I dropped my pop and stopped hip hop in mid nonstop action
Just a fraction when down the attack run the gat hum
I like my shit numb
WIth the tongue slip the Gun kept under the swept floor
I lit this pour the rich sweat
I do bitch Techs are left I seen the stretch
Ill infect the chill I reflex
Every deck has a respect each day as Sun Ray
Every hay smoker loves a crack toke blur the lens
I see visions and speak sends me off each week
I seek the outreach program
That flow slam on the roll
I smoke the crack and scan
The bar code all raps road leads to Rome
But I light up this phone
Get blasted and zone
I flip the bones I get stoned still I ill and chill
I torch crack until
I max the black dot stalk the shot the pot smoker joke
Is turning sniff into Freebase Cocaine
I Ball
And all I Brawl I don't Brawl I make a phone call
I seen them all
I prone to zone into a bone smoking bend
That never end
I release the spread Eagle
Like feeble till we chill people
I Monkey Box lift the rocks up
Crack Coke smoke up
I lit up another bone to get stoned
Stuff like that
I flip the tight hat with the Gat that sat and trap boxed
I clean the socks in the wash Oh My Gosh
I tripped that lost my map in folded Gold Chain
Sealing my fame and name
I tight aim
And blood stain
Glock remove stalks from buds
We smoke buds not like this like thugs
Pass the drugs
The Mikey Neides is the truth
I blow your roof off
When I move stuff I get it lube never stuck
I truck around the ground I step on
Feet pound and kept clean
Infrared beam on the side I don’t hide
I come out the Mikey Neides no doubt
You could trip me out and see about that fat cat
With the Ganja and Meth stacks I bomb onward
My song heard around the World
My hair I curl it up natural factual
And in tracks I pull mics backwards into my skull and bones
I flip the Jones off trips that clones
The Mikey Neides
I go for rides and don’t hide my dark side
I park and live
I thrive on knives and die in the gun crime that told mind
To chill relax don’t ill
You need tons of Ganja I flow on cause I’m a farmer
I hit the alarm bell and sell move product
As long as my boing struck me long from the song
I hit it on and on
I’m gone I tripped it a skip quick to the beat thick
Complete
Mikey Neides smokes Ganja each day of the week
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/04/23 06:19 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I face my inner demons
I Trip with the mix in the Spliff
I caught a fix off that
Like sold solid wall to wall Gats
I tilt the Stacks of Drugs
Thugs came off it with the boss gone
So long I prolong the Psychedelic so strong
I smoke a bong
I lit the song for the dawn coming
I Sun up to Summing up the one thing
My shit ring
Gold I sold
I’m told I cold I bold I know that fold
Up the matter mad as a hatter
I fatter on blocks that data clocks
The sat there and chalk outline
Well it’s about time the crime came around
Murder flame the inbound sound like that
Solid I call it max
To follow it I swallow a high dose of Psilocybin Mushrooms
I consume to the tune of the Trip the Rip
My Psyche I like key up I’m
Mikey Neides
Who reup to free up the G struck
I smoke the Nugs of Dank Ganja Herb
Word
Herbs lit my knit up!
I quit a rip reduction
From suction from the punch in the kidney
All kids speed like these I mix type kicks
In the Trip I fix the problem
I solve all involved with the following
156 Herbs
I swerve lit up the nerve and take my time turn on a dime
Learn in line to find Diamonds
I try to recline but I spot spine in the find
My mind is gone places that Space Ace trips the bass kid
I slip slid I lift the lids of Grass up to Fast cut the stash slash
Prices on ices and mics types of spices
I right this plus I fit the flush hush
I mean it I steam it upon to beam it
Since I hit the Cream hits I fiend for Water
I seen off the caught your following
Swallowing the pill that’s ill and leaves you nil
No bonus until you clone this Killer
Into the pillar of medicine
They won’t let you in for skin
You got to begin with your fin to instill the bill it fill
Cycle with the mic drill
I chill
Feel for the steel so now you now the deal
A cloud floats across with no boundaries
Except the ground and the sky
Clouds fly high
They seep through people
Around trees in the breeze
Tai Chi has no limitation
A cloud is Water
I thought a cloud went around and around!
I can see the clouds in the sky
They shift and coil like dragons
Everyone has seen the clouds high
On the peak of Tai Chi
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/04/23 05:55 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I get addicted to Buds!
Ganja Rub I fuck shit up
Rip it tear it
In the Air I trip Water to scare trigger fingers into lingering
Sing your thing and ring Gold Platinum
I’m faster than the fastest one
With guns I run
I pack a ton of heat without packing
I’m sacking up the Ganja
On Water
I cause Order to take place the Ace
Flipped the Bass in Outer Space
Lit this grace
This makes twist in your face
If you never been graced
I suggest you get laced
Tripped out in the place to be
So late I did ski
I drop it clock it you can’t top it
Try to mock but you get turn up the threat
I steel and peel back bet that
Reflex in head checks
As masters flex on that ass
I blast one out for run
I weigh a ton with my Guns
I spun the stun
I’ve never had the Anal Blowout
The Anal Blowout gets the roll down the window
With the sin slow
I fin to blow up
On sharks I park as they shark’s fin
I proceed to win always in the hallways
I stall spray a ray of they all play every day
In every way I slay
I make cash
Seen the stash box
With the last crack cocaine rocks
I seed the flocks I pray
As they stop and say
I’ve never had the Anal Blowout
The Anal Blowout gets the roll down the window
I proceed to grow rings slow indeed
Light up Trees
Ganja Weed
As I title the deed I sight all in need
Read your rights to the bleed
Indeed
You get locked in the Slammer
For bammer I jam your radar scanner
Been the plan but the man yah
Understand?
I flipped the demand tripped the had that land
I cycle with the rifle in the types that pull back
Fiend for this Crack Cocaine
Draw a Weapon
They crept into the Section with a Gun always drawn
I flipped that wrong shit
With my calm
I Trip the farm off the barn door it got torn off
I seen a War raw as jaw
The untrained brained the place with fades displays of chaos
With displays of blades and guns
Each Sun came up as struck
I got them bucked
I tucked one so I such as come bet
I wet the section with the step in?
Never that I kick back and don’t flex
They seen a murder threat from every direction
Each time I wreck shop bet then
I get it to the dead end
I step into the Sun Rays that blaze
With the Water shave on the slaughter bathe in blood
It cakes up and takes up space in the place to be
Martially I’m Set
I dead through the lens
I seen the ends meet the send this cash money heat
With Gun Threat gone public I dub the Set
With Wet and the subject is they rub the rest out no doubt
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/05/23 09:43 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I caught a slow wrecker
Fiend in tight wind wing double decker
Relieve the sector of command
I landed blows that handed flows down
Like the crown I slip shit tight
And fin to fight get stoned now
I blown up in the cut
Service the shut your ass up to the blood
Drip and Run like a gun you run from
I in tight done the trip right
Seen the inflight with insight
I fiend to bite the all mighty
Like a tight G I seen the sights key up flights
Been back and right on it
I sing a song that hit strong arm it
To the target I heavy hard get the medically
Discharged for their farms I flip alarms
Ring them like the wing men in the formation
I see you at the station
This fool told me I didn’t have a real stone key
So I slapped him
Made him drop his groceries
I’m supposed to be stoney 24/7
To go to Heaven
You can buy it at 7-11
I right the brethren that tight with Meth flights in check styles
Profiles of the smiley face with the outer space chase
I trip and hit that bitch raps like a gasket blown flip that
Casket open
Now underground with the sound I lounge to
I been around sip brew and the town is like a stew
I flight that flew I clip that rip that strewn all over
The room is a bomb that go boom
Everyone say
Who in the hell got that gunplay?
My gun say cuss words
When it talk
I walk with my chest out stalk
The pathway I seen it gray tape the place bet
I jet to sweat a fool for his Tech
I release with respect and infect
With heavy lectures in the 5G sectors
I was sober
Mean it’s time for another Water
I flip keys to Florida
To hit this more corona to get stoned
And smoke Crack Rock
My Ganja shocks off the plate
Plus I skate cracks that’s seen in sacks
Intact pick up jacks and relapse while I relax
Inhale is just straight facts in jail
I’m out on bail
I tight nail these coffins so often
I raw and never soften
I cost in the plus ten end on the Richter Scale
And bail into big whale
Gyp A Job is to flail arms and cause harm
I be darned if a farm grows the charm closed
I flipped them barn doors open
Spoken on the soakin’ just broke into
A spot that hold kin and I flew on dry rot
On Pot I soaked an extra shot
For plot twist that flex this shock
Like bomb rinsed and got caught up in the Water
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/05/23 06:24 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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My Kind Buds need to be handled with gloves
My rhyme rubs backwards I hit so many sacks with swords
I record to explode in X in the show I roll
Control the Platinum as Fat In Em
Chicks wear denim I seen a bent one on Sun that vent from the stun
I bun bake
Security It’s fake
I just flake
When it comes to my release date
I skate on wear and tear in the air I light up say a prayer
When I write one
Kids are scared
I faired well so beware this shit it sells
I tear down walls
Like waterfalls
I called meditative balls
Reflect on sheet it straight and I on one
For gone sum as they become numb to this
I’m a Buddhist fluent in Zen
A student of when I recluse I spit juice
I got a deuce I flip on fools
When it comes to tools I take kids to school
Ain’t nuthin’ new in Wu
I flamed up my grill
Shot a bill until my fill is nil
I sight shot out the lights bright in the city
Nuthin’ pretty neither
I seen the best came like they seek my dragon’s breath
From the West
I test the each to his own clone as I release on the phone
Hit this kid prone until his bone stuck out
I caught some luck in the route so I duck out
I truck down found the lounge I sound until I lost and found I crowned
Within’ I look to cook I got too many cookbooks and I shook
I hook a kid that bid thinkin’ he shit like lit like Mike is
I hype roll up a twist why mics exist I bathe to sweat roll as bet
Cold check it I sector master of the reflection
In detection I saw one break down the lesson I rung
Earlier so I hum I sung the song and tipped the bong over more than once
Now I flow stunts
Release the guns that Suns fear
I tear up about War to the core
Realize my eyes is blind and they store in the kind
These guns as Suns find to use they called tools
Ignition
In the position
To make the lip friction
Put the blunt to the lips and
Ignite
Inhale pull in the way you do it tells the crew if you new
I light some Blue Herb up
Word up
I love Kind Buds
But I love Blue Nugs
Certified Drugs with no thugs rub a dub
I like it to scrub brains
Clean of release and that’s grease money in the lane
Money for the aim
Gun heat drew insane off one fleet
Sum like something sweet
Become A hippy
Weed smoking trippy
Flip heat to the beat
I gone for the smoke to choke provoke heat broke by bleach job
I release a flee bob on the G that can’t see
I light up a Tree
Existentially
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/06/23 01:46 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I got paid for making glass pipes
The types for Ganja
Rich or Poor my lungs coat cough and choke
When I smoke off experimental design
The mad scientist of the paraphernalia business
I got witnesses
They all say my pipes is the shit
And
I seen a kid ripe for a hit of Herb
Say word when he eats his first
Muchie
I got a hunch this will be in popularity
High
A dry eye seen it fly even
I got money even Steven
I rein the game with the flame
Oxygen and Propane
Crafting Glass
I like a challenging task
I make all kinds of pipes just ask
I don’t like doing business
But I love to see people high and I strike within with the Eyeball
I seen people come and go
But the Ganja burn slow
Get toe up
I roll
I soul
I shoulder the weight
I abbreviate
I set a date to skate on Reefer
You got to be here
To be a believer
Don’t let looks deceive you
We all bleed true as red
But deadhead
Is instead a threat
To the establishment
That bleed green money
I like to see cheap Pot
I hatched a plot to legalize
Why not?
I realize my dream is a scheme
Like get rich quick
All I gotta do is flip a switch
On a straight arrow with a glitch
Yo don’t ask for that heat back
I seen a Street scratch up to the beat
Deluxe
All of us chuckle
My belt buckle tells me I’m full
So I down a notch
Seen an ink blot
Seen a kid smoking Weed
What does this mean?
I think it’s time for some Green
Or Purple Reddish Brown I learned crew down
All around I hear the bubble sound of bongs
Puffin tokes cough a crew softened up on the boss
With ego loss
Smoking Pot costs too much
Why I bust the fuzz
I compete with cuz who does legalize
I can see it with my 3rd Eye
So I smoke one to my 3rd eye
I’m a fly guy
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/06/23 03:04 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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Grazed with a poison arrow
As I keep my eye on the sparrow
The road is narrow
So I tear slow
As there it go
Grab you closed with flows off
The bankroll cost me life
So I can’t thank life enough with a knife
The smooth talker
Brutal crew stalker
That Jimmy Walker
I seen the holy altar
I falter at times think small number
Of wonder how that thunder
Struck with the shudder
Sound loud clap you round that back
Quick as a gat seen in the lap of the man
Scan the area to territory
I told the story before heat complete
I soaring while I pay heed
Every deed I done is one
I Sun shining blind
WIth one rhyming
Dumb Deaf and Blind
I rewind
Step behind a fool
And rear naked choke
I struck oil
Hit up snake coil on some boy you’ll love this Ganja the Bomber
There’s good shit and then the shit that gets you lit
They call it Chronic
I on hits that produced by the loot to shoot and scoot
Fools off I hit a spool soft as they tool lost
I cool flossed hit the boss up
Raw product that smoked and hit it mo
I blow up to show up
Hit my roll up
Control duck the fold but
I sold shut case
With my Ace flipped the bass
Love a Ganja Case I got it OG
And don’t no one fuck with me
With shrooms on I boom and split the room call it fuse you lose
I hit a Glock talk
Guns on stalk
Now all I do is Gun Walk
In my sleep
I hit it up and count sheep
I like to smoke some leaf
Cheeba
Got the Green Light to infect it
Rap I respect a rapper’s head about it
I shout out loud did the rounds again
You bound to catch it way past ten
Like way back when
I remember those times
Gun crimes
Stolen Cars
Shoulder Scars
I flip the Bars now
Drink until I stink
I hold the Gods down I lit this Crown all over town
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/06/23 04:20 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I’m a Gangster
Jewish
Stank to shank that tank up
I bank up
Hit the rank shut
I gank a trick like a slut
Murder what?
I service blood
Become one with my gun
I stun just for fun
Switch a ton on a run
Come and get the rub
I dub you backwards
I jack for swords
Can’t cap me towards forwards
And reverse side step
Shed a line bet
I recline Set
I make the ball
Cold birds third as turned into
The fin to rid you true as the wind blew
I skid crews off they shoes I bit in two
Like this chew on that with a gat
I strike right back like a Mack Truck
I fact luck as sack off
I rap a slap the map off
The sap raw
I stance jaw drop
I licensed to pop
Balls wall is the brawl
On Meth ten feet tall
I bill and called free will a scrawl
On the following
Swallowing I tall to King
Solid log in the fog with sting
Like that flip off a mic fat as they strike rack
Up the joints on point I ointment
Smoke it choke on it to toke till I gone head
Brain alive or brain dead?
I thrive as I stay tribal
My mind pull backwards on the core
I go to War and split the pour blood
I stomp them in the mud
And shut bitches the fuck up
I took a ride
Opened my eye and saw a sign
Reclined back
Rewind max as the stacks that matter
I hit that scatter
All around
Heard a sound peep
Ground weep a tear as feature
I sleep here
I camp
Light a lamp
Service as champ of the amp
Trip class
Saw a lot of Water Fast
As Soldier task
My blood mature
I cycle through the pure
Rifle cure the sight pull back the trigger
Figure who in the hell
I bell ring Platinum
How I saw a Gat and a Sun
I saw the Sum of the where it come from yo
That’s why I sniff blow
Smoke Crack Cocaine load in the maintain
Like twist I can’t explain
I have a sight pulled back and cap
I rap dance and take stance
As glance on my hands leads to misunderstanding
My hands stand out made of stone as I route
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/07/23 05:10 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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We need Ganja to write Gangster Rap
Get all the kids on the Map
In Gaza they bomb on yah
Gangster
Thanks to IDF for making this rhyme fresh
But Ganja is the best
My crew just got it hardcore
In the War
Warfare
Everyone scared of the bad fire
I light this get higher to brightness
I admire the valor of Soldier
I told yah
I’m on no one’s side
I run to ride on fools
Pull out the tools
Yell out! Gangsta Bitch!
Then they shot and shit like that
Or I might jack
I fully rapped up the Ganja sack as such
Back because of Palestinians
Against Israel
You can tell that God will prevail
They threw me in jail in Israel
I was too hardcore and stay up all night
Writing rhymes about guns and knives
Free Palestine!
I smacked the player haters
Hid within the Data much greater
Information fader
Gold Plater
Rhymers grenade here
Steer clear in fear they tear up
Kids who near stuck
In Gaza
Why the bombs drop nonstop to kill Hamas
Human Shields yields punk ass shit
Murder quit the further server bet
I word up jet with my Tech
See if any fools left
With any breath to speak
I reek of Ganja
Sativa bomb on no disease no claws no paws
Just lightning I got ice and I twice swing
The nice thing about it is I’m always round about it
I sounded out loud crowded drowned out the sounds of rounds flying
Why I’m eyeing the World for Plural turn slow
All burn below infernal
I smoke an entire Spliff to my head and it makes me Irie
You can’t do wrong with Jah Jah and Ganja Herb
Each righteous word spoken was the hope of the children
Everyone killed in War was a number on a scorecard
I sold hard looks to shook crooks who book and run
My gun says I full of lead and red blood intend like sulfur
To run Ganja Culture
Lit a match I must create from outer space
Space Alien Rasta Man!
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/08/23 01:41 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I study the trip
I money your grip on the weapon
Ain’t no half steppin’
I rep in to get Wet in
I love to Set in the Sunset with Gun Threat
Murder bet off the head I seen blood red
I serve your said service like circuit
I burn bitches on hurt stitches
Napalm isn’t a joke kid
Why I smoke lids I bust a rope chain bid
Gold or Platinum
Right back at em
I scatter grams of Cocaine
I soak in the flotation I station changed on the radio
I fade fools slow
Yo here we go again
Right back when the murder weapon
Was kept in the pants
I do that dance half a chance and they freelance
Service a stance fighting all right then
I bust one wing
Soldier sing it!
I hit the hell Y
Double I
Yo pass that nine
I recline after I rage on a stage with a page
I get it sage
I trip for days offa blades
I like this in the mic trip
I right with it to dis you kid
I hit the sift and skid
Off lids of grass
How I passed I mastered it
Yeah. I has to kid
Right back slid
The microphone rid of the blood double bubble that huddle
To make plan and suffer the hand that brand
I dusted offa Street Command
I got the scanned bar code
Yo I flip the whole OZ of shrooms like these is diseases
I slept with ease in cement I be bent
Man I need to do it again and again
Don’t screw up past ten
I fold yours went door to door
Hit the floor and you hardcore
I lit them more as tour
Through the War
We got the Woolrich
Navy denim deep blue down jacket
Now all I need is a sack twitch
Busted switch
Turned the mix in this with sticks
I light up like Christmas
Chef
Infect black 33 stack with the gat
I sold my soul hit the roll
On control I got Gold yo for flow
Head to toe dead you roll
Hold that thought before you caught
You just a bust not they call it
But I ball it recall fits from wallets
To fall skip tall trip over the roll there
I fold beware I’m cold
I got it from Oil
Boiled the coiled serpent is I
Wonder why you hear thunder cry
Oh Y?
I shot an eyeball to inside install
The brawl was a maul fest
Infected with the stress Oh Yes!
I love it when a fool steps up fresh
With the tool and quiet as kept
I master with the rep
On the Cold Set
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/08/23 08:44 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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I all soul
One Gold round
Etch your skull on the ground
Sun come from above to rub
I dub a step with flood
Of Water
Court order I shorter
I hit rip trip skip the report heard I bird
And that’s word
I’m a nerd
I like self defense practice
Arm locks
Fully loaded Glocks with the knock the socks off
The talk is I raw slid in
A garden with the Swiss Chard and then
I farm again
I’m plastic with the everlasting
I blast the thing right off
I soft though with slow motion
On the potion is Hydro
I retired blow you fired so
I got the admire that glow
I roll
With the control I finishing hold
I’m bold I step right through the crew’s shoes into
The they lose choose to flew past do that task
Move that fast as true as slaps brews on at last
I passed the class
Murder for a glass pipe hit ripe for strike
And I mic it up to tell the cops why they got shocked
We got drugs in the lounge
Hit up pounds and tons
I like where Ganja Heads come from
WIth lungs full I gun run with the pull
I got fully
I pull heat on the beat
I rifle in the sheet to set off track meet
I bust you clean room and scoot that
Roll in fruit batter up
Suit black
Drug intact suits react to juice like loose fluid flap
Deuce I gang truce on the loose
I got the noose for those few who choose suicide
I rule and ride I don’t hide
I’m in plain sight and light the Reefer
Each heat there brings circle not square
I DARE you to try it and get high hit the fly lit
I signed the stint it’s mine on diamond
Drop a dime and climb in the rhyme been outstanding
Since I hit the lunar landing
I’m brandishing weapons from meth check in this
Rub text backwards always War with the in store
I been here before so I sing so the story
Strike me dead, Allah
I haven’t been the Brah to the Muslims
I push their tush and make jokes about they broke asses
I flashes cash and pick up Ganja stashes
And Hashish
I’m the last reefer smoker to throw one in the air
And Muslims are the motherfuckin’ player
I just lay there
Cracking internet jokes about folks who choke on UN rations
I got the max in the sacks spread and like this half dead
Muslims who should Sun I gun for no one
I shun
All Muslim terrorists
I beware in this of Murder and the flip side ride you heard of
Collide in stride like suicide with Muslims
I crush should send the vibes of positivity
Ganja is the seed that breed peace
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/09/23 03:31 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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Punch Drunk
Yo light up the skunk bud
So I could dunk Muffins in drugs
Stuffin’ that lovin’ the brother’s coverage
I suffer it like far rougher get
Lover bent on Water another went
Down to discover I rubber band
Searching land to take shape as rape
Covering the cape with the fire escape
I busted a plate I shot up the product
I raw cut for saw what
Goes into the frozen dawn
I like this long money
I run with the from the Street Track Meet
33 set it off like a disease
All these pleas for help is a yell now
I sell town to the Palestinian Crown
How you like me now?
I dirty double down flipped a round again
Like that with spread I cycle the max inside the head
Like a Psilocybin loop I scoop
All the teachers’s chicken coop
I got the fruit for it to the doormat
I wipe my feet on it and wax poetic
Yo the Muslim homie set it
Yo Yo
On the Street
We bust Crack Rocks like Disease that talks
Blacks walk down the block
Serving that swerving capped off
I slack off till the tacks raw
I like a slice I saw it twice as nice like rice cakes
I sight flakes of snow on the corner
I’m a foreigner to sniff
I only light the Crack Cocaine and flip
Word is insane
Burned the entertain
Serve in the lane
Light this with propane
Crack in Glass like the blast that set your head straight
You could catch a bullet like a date
Or Psychedelic pull it till you cop weight
No bullshit I fully hit up the Streets
I seeks the stone bones I jones for dank clones to grow
I show of force on the course for the tree shit up
I lit struck a hit and swerved on the fifth wheel
All like that conceal Cracks in my ass
Hit the task to master with the stash
I relapse as soon as I’m out of drug rehab
I got the fleet lit in the lab
From the word of mouth
Comes come around from further down South
On the ground you could find casings
From shootings take place in the space designated for Aliens
I split the sailing lids
Lids meaning ounces of Grass
I split the stash with the whole class
Lit them at the flask of oil sit down
Kick some shit round the fire
I admire the retiring cold firing off the signed all sold Cold Floss
Give Ganja a toss into the flame and you the boss with no name
Infected with Psychedelics I relish it
I tell the bit about drugs for thugs to contemplate
I rock and I skate topic is straight
Optics blaze from the craze
Ganja remains my favorite
I like all the flavors as a spectator it’s nice to see a trip fade there
Beware of the Cap that cycles with the might pull a Drag offa tag
Murder flag is rare so I scare
All hands in the air I staircase ascend in the place till the end
I bent off Hawks
Got the stone walk with the strike on the light of the flight I turn white
As a ghost
I slice with the razor real close shaver
With the ill behavior I major in the 3rd stage bare
Lit the air
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/09/23 11:49 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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He fled on Meth
Past the 1st Street Exit
Over flexed all night with flights and burned bright
Entertain just might explain the tight game
I slightly insane from my days in the Glock paved for the flock
I write this hip hop the diced rolled on the Walk
I chalk it up to the burned out Adrenaline letter then
In the family they feed breed and light Weed
Reefer
I peak your keep your shit asleep is a people that teacher
I psyche ward emergency after the Ice clock as clock that War
War Torn with the born slice in the morning
Anyone still touring is insane I light the brain
In sight explain they just might bust the get slain
To dust I remain in trust that
Fat cat till they bust back
That’s Ganja Clack talk that Hawk
Ganja stalks thick mean harvest prolific
I want to light a Spliff with no Meth
Popped a top on the Water Bottle
Flipped the lock back and forth
To core through this I grew into finish the stage
Of ages
Torn page after pages
These days is the craziest
Learning new slang balling growing installing the software
I Soldier arms in the air
Declare Victory
Dead tore heat through the Street
I like to eat Meat
Trip out and see things like G type flee the ringing sensation
Of the station flipped in on radio waves then
I get ends cake and no mistake
I busted a plate cold shade in the Grade searching for Haze to Smoke
Chocolate on top of it
Thousands of flavors nonstop in it
I love a Ganja Trip
Lightning lit up the hype Wing with that six
My Body is shaped like a Glock wired to talk Speed
Indeed I chalk Trees up as I need
The seeds planted for the advantage in life not taken for granted
It’s hard to come by and most people are gun shy
I run dry
The Ganja Farm
A few select can respect the difference
After decades since they Lit
I type to spit on the mic type of this thing
In the swing of things I bring the lingering singer of the single hit
Mingle with the rock stars tinted glasses
Pass out in fashion after a night of the crashin’ the party spots
On dots I flock chalk Psilocybin to ride in
I get inside the glide then
We collide with end product that raw shot your stock up
If you could smoke a lot you get your name changed for the arranged
There the age became clear like Sage
Granted Wisdom with Magic is them sticks terrific?
I mix Genetics on my farm meant you no harm
I don’t give a darn if your kid smokes it
I toke hit up and slid the soak off the high bid I skid through
Wind blew
Drew near the clear clouds of steer around the peer true to ear to ear grin dude
I fin to eat some food that you’d pass on
I hit the gas gone and last song I hit the bong on
Was too long ago
I Fast Water
Whole crew distorted drinking brews
I’ve got more cash than I can use
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/10/23 04:15 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,969
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 15 hours, 29 minutes
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Dance moves
With grooved in tight
Spill the food just might
Chill the dude till I instill in the Killer Green Bud hum off the one
Magic Dragon I flag in the system
I list em
In position I was a recluse but now I’m loose
I got juice and flew at supersonic speed
All on the bomb I read
Lightning must bleed exciting
Till I indeed catch a right Wing
I sting with the thing while I stink on an Ice Skating Rink
I got the think deep peep I sleep
In with the cheap chirp I work
Till they caught jerk
Flew offa hurt is soften dirt
It’s natural factual and actual I scan a rap up to pull strap on the colors
Sets and rubbers bet that sweat Gun Talk
Murder Walk like rock it saw off the product I got the Death Penalty
Multiple Drug Trafficking Felonies
With cheese I bet these Gs locked in the seem like it’s life must sight
The White Out
I run the route tight now
I get the sight BLAUGH!
POW! I own it on the stone Set
I clone bet I phone in on that Dragon
I stagger with swagger I always seem to win
I smoke Ganja
Float on Wings circular dreams
Light with the ice skates
Every date is straight as fate takes us spinning on the plate
Scratch that record back
You just caught a trap that Zap
I flap Wings like this I might just take flight away out of sight
And stay in the sky
I light an Eye
I try to always remain calm pathways not spray blades on the untrained
It’s a pain in the ass but I take it as a Trip on The Grass
I half past twelve ring the bell in hell till rebels rebel
All head that trip that will it sell?
You could bet that
Psilocybin with the ride in the system
Everyone wish in a dream that team come clean
I bike with the steam that right stream hype in the gleam still
I got the Speed Kill I rock it redid the swell
I could bell govern the Southern Belt crops of Ganja
Don’t stop the Rock and Roll drop that Gold Record in seconds
The warm oldie sound I wear the crown
That’s how we get down
Music runs through my soul yo peep it
I take a stroll true as harmonics blew
I ring the thing and swing the ball
Psychedelic all day
Always smoking Hay
Just like that say Hey! Shout out to guitar mouth
Harmonica down South the play the blues no doubt
You don’t have to shout
We can hear you through a tear blue as weep weird dudes asleep
I Soldier fleet on the beat through the box that rocks
I type with Glocks that stocks to hit the fatal shots
I mean chords I practice swords and won awards and shit
That’s all I got to say and I mean it
I rein the Trip to light it lit
Mafia Music and shit
Murder themed screams of horror dreams before you
Crew what blew who what where why how
When I send the end I bend the strings
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (12/11/23 03:24 AM)
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