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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solar Nexus]
    #857623 - 07/14/22 08:05 AM (6 months, 23 days ago)

Gold is good
All flipped in Hollywood
You wear Gold Chains
Rearrange aims
To scope jewels
Broke fools try to
Jack you for your shit
Rap more now that’s it
Philly Blunts burn down quick
When you fiend and
The team score A+ sticky green
What you mean you don’t do cocaine?
Every other brain here is lit
And Coke is it
OK I smoke a hit
Fold in 5th Gold so crisp
Air out action stare down
Mansion with the twist
Coke numbs the lips
Crack I come back for attack
On some Mic
Hype so swipe the ice
Roll dice
Get hot twice
Gold did nice to me
Soldier see
All bold to G

I extend a welcome
To back and forth hell came
Magic spell aim
Tragic
Flame up
Rainbow tucked
I’m in luck
The draw
Said you saw
Pull up paw
Law is in effect
Tragic
Wreck savage
Caps bandaid
I man slayed
Sun ray behaved
By law
That’s all that you saw
Bust a jaw
Knock out know
The talk route
The soldier
Doubt you fold yours up
Yup
You get stuck
Pull a plucked
All fucked up
Some smoke shit up
And been struck
For duck

The whole tribe
Ingests the Psilocybin
N***** get live in
The ride spin
Around the block
Don’t get checked
By the Glock
Why I spy
An eye with rye
Die in it High
Begin in
The sin you saw
Law all to crack jaw
What’s a law look like
Everyone psyche up
The killing tucked weapons
Get in the section
To rep some
Go straight up hum
Like erection stick the
X in
Reputation for nation
Inclination gets sensation
Bet your play in the station
All over the World stay makin’
Money it ain’t funny
It gets sunny on the block
Don’t talk
Real shit topped
By second to none gun
Speed with the iron lung

Unveiling the chronic Meths
I puff up chest
And go straight to cardiac arrest
It’s worth it for the best
Poor man’s cocaine
Everyone on the chain
Sucker catch a name
Like husband of gay
Fuck that n****** play
I H in the Tre
Murdering suckers every way
Possible
Go to hospital
Rap is profitable
I get the knock send pull
Off of wool
All the rappers gullible
I throw shovel full
Of dirt on the cannabis transplant
I need it score the ant
You don’t have a chance
I do the dance on the plantation
It’s the sensation sweeping the nation
Just like masturbation
You get chased in the winds
Of sins
Best to begin with smoking pot
You almost forgot the
Hot chicks

As I chill
All uphill
Render to still
Liquid
Rip hits
Stick with
The shit it’s
The fit in
Sit in
The flip
Clip
Off tip
Get a grip
Let a hip
Shake
Make em dance
Prevent a chance
Collect ransom
Been handsome
I stands done
Like lance stung
For answer brung
I got Cancer
Of the lung
I can’t break it
So make it
Sing
Right wing
King of the
Thing

Oh Man I really did it man
With my own two hands
Some weapons
Ganja effective for
Cleaning out Perception
Of shit
That left with 20 or 30 hits
Life’s a bitch without drugs
When they want to pull the rug
Over you
Chosen few
Dose your whole crew
Substance lead askew
Something deadly
Methamphetamine?
Was it a dream?
I hope everyone made the team
Deadly to be in touch
Something such as that
You can trap
Slap cap a rap up like
A sweet little buttercup
Nothing stuck
I shut the fuck up



Edited by Solid Log (07/16/22 02:25 PM)


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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857652 - 07/19/22 12:05 PM (6 months, 18 days ago)

All famous
Claim set aimless
Flame jets flame this
I came with
The anus tight
All right
I light up lights
Fight all the fights
Delight in all the delights
I write rhymes in the night
I swipe
I like to like
Hype so Hype
Dyke flow show ho type
Of hold your own
Glow in the morning
Without warning
I’m swarming
I got it mourning
The dead
Edit Ed
Special Fred
Uncle Ned and the rest
I’m undressed
At my best rock the time left
Bastard hex
Throwing
Showing
Blowing up spots
Holding fat knots
Gold in fact tops

Edit Spice One
Dead his lung up
Said hit spliff
Twist you missed
Riffed
Back crisp
Had this gift
For linking thinking
Blinking Stinking Weed
Gone to seed a bet
You bet next year I rep
The production
All function
For somethin’
Got it pumping up in
The gym
Get buff swim
Had this been
Up to snuff
Rough like tough stuff
All clock dead
You heard what I said
I bled high
Hot fry
The 3rd eye
Instead you might die
Polite like a science
Of compassion all splashin’

Get it on MDMA
Play
Murder in the sway
Gat put to head
Blow out brains instead
I get eyes red
Smoking weed to my head
Popping Molly
Wally called and said sorry
Brain in a fog
Golly
It’s folly
I’m jolly about the all E
Party this Mardi Gras
I sop up the law
For jaw clench
Murder stench
Left entrance
Defenseless
I’m the dentist
I get relentless
Just in time for breakfast
Bitch you best fix
Me I’m a fiend
Team seem like dream
All that plus cream
You know what I mean?
I demean all the mean
Average
Savage for the cabbage
Money it’s funny
My gun heat
For your defeat

Picking through pounds of Marijuana
Flora Fauna
Soma Sauna
Go in Goner
Stone in lawn chair
Air thick with smoke
Prepare careless folks
For their test chokes
On tokes
Take pokes
Loc get it
Broke don’t set it
You might regret it
For you headed
Eat breaded
Get fed up
WIth Ganja law
All that jazz raw
Tear the air
Savage stare
Red eye glare
Something fairly barely
There for the marriage
Smoking joint disparage

I want a knife
So I can be one of the hardcores
In store is G
For me it’s easy to kill
Bust at will with a gun
But a knife is more fun
I just injected meth
Death on my mind
Some say leave it behind
But I must unwind YES!
I’m fresh stylin’
One day
This dude in my way
I ask him nice not to
Ice my cake
He sounds fake gangster
And thanks to the amps
I blur my words
To slurs
Pack out furs
Fine leathers
But back to the lecture
He pulls the gun so I
Turn the barrel
Elbow him in the aerial
View you can tell it’s Kung Fu
Pull out my knife and stab
Him two times
What I’m supposed to think
About humanity
Damn the G died
At least I tried

This is the one
For the Ghetto
On the Sun
And Ghetto hum
Ghetto songs
Ghetto fogs
By the Ocean
Ghetto slow motion
Ghetto potion
To get the Ghetto open
Ghetto tokin’
All choke in
The Ghetto spoken
Ghetto rings
Ghetto things
Ghetto sings
The Ghetto is
The Ghetto biz
That’s business
The Ghetto is in this
Making crime
Drugs and I’m on the plugs
For Ghetto time
Ghetto rhyme
Ghetto I’m
Gonna get out
In the Ghetto they shout
Ghetto loud
Pump a system
And Ghetto down
When Ghetto rounds
Ricochet
Ghetto play
Ghetto stay
Ghetto slain
The Ghetto brain
The Ghetto remain

Ghetto comma
Puts Ghetto pause
In Ghetto drama
The Ghetto I’m a
Ghetto kid
Shooting Ghetto bid
For Ghetto skid
Row Ghetto know
The Ghetto blow
The Ghetto show
Ghetto always grow
In the Ghetto know
The Ghetto flow
Ghetto Hos
Get pregnant
Ghetto arrangement
For Ghetto abortion
The Ghetto portion
Of the pie
Isn’t Ghetto high
The Ghetto denied
Ghetto help
Ghetto yell
The Ghetto bell
Of Sun
In the Ghetto run
Get shot
The Ghetto hot
For Ghetto knot
Dopeman command
On Ghetto land
Take a Ghetto stand
No one listens
The Ghetto position
Is Ghetto dis in the
Ghetto mission

Hit the dank spot for sacks of dank
You never know where the sacks flow
You look up the pros bros with toes in it
They show finished Grateful Dead diminished
Yet still slang sacks like old business
They got doses opium shoot up heroin
But mostly dank share a grin
Got what it takes to win
They flip sacks out the backs of VW busses
They trust it’s the dust that itch
A cinch off the bench I come off with dank stench
Set off fire alarms at college dorms
I borrow a room to toke heavy before
I go outside and practice steady
The Dead Kids who slang sacks of dank
Don’t understand how to thank me
I make dank famous and tank be rolling armory
Hit up the shark tank the seed
Carrying a short stick got my sandals
Vandals causing scandals don’t do as much
Damage as I do my weed dissolved just as mute
I’m the one man army I slink and slide past
The mind my eyes in wind I bind to contract
I’m stacked high with 9s and fifths
I rips air where I tear and crush my dragon is hush
I dust you up get a rush without causing such
I muster must just bust bore I must core
Solid follow hits I swallow bits of Hashish and last leaf

Take a speed flight
Spread your wings
And be light
Drink all night
As you fly around the area
Nuthin’ scarin’ yah
Life is a daring adventure
So censored others
Brothers get covered
With ice
Twice you dice up
A nice cut of meat
I beat to be complete
Suck a Dutch
I bust out the bucks
And untucks
Any luck as the sun come up
I’m still rolling holding up
Cold in guts
Fold in shuts the fuck up
Gold be rough to touch after
The Master
Of no disaster
Lucky to be stuck G
I cluck free after birdie
Word G
You heard me
Cut that shit out
Fucking violence no doubt
I bust a route and shout
What it’s about
A 20 sack fold and lay flack
Got my back
I got your back
Click Clack a weapon notice
I don’t stay kept in the tone def


One day I will grow again
The stone
Get gone from
The full blown
Crisis torn
Born
To toke
Broke the record hope
To set it higher
I did some wire
And retire
I got fire
Chime in dime been on the
File your
Way is the stint
Broke up dark tint
Got a hint
That
I got to get the gat
I’m sick of that
Get everyone on the map
Play that way
Experience life in the choke
ON THICK CLOUDS OF SMOKE
Get the hope
That votes to
Broke through
Get it coat to
The whole crew
Knows what to do
Searching for clue
Is done
I’m the herbalist NUMBER 1

I got a Magic
Hashish habit
I grab it
Nab bits of
Rich Creamy
Dreamy when I sail off
To Sea
I be rolling in waves
I shaves points off
My loss
Is boss
It cost too much
People can’t afford
To board and brave
The waves
Become Pirate
Steal your shit
Deal don’t quit
I real peeled back and lit
All the time
I use it to rhyme
And practice crime
I shift on dime
Relax recline
Shine on
Diamond
My mind mud
I prime to
Slime
In the hood
It’s good for disease
It brings cheese
Lucky flavors
Nice to be neighbors


Edited by Solid Log (07/23/22 11:42 AM)


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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857667 - 07/25/22 02:14 AM (6 months, 13 days ago)

The wood the fire locks
The Dragon/Crane box
The tops got in stock
For the clocked time
Rhyme rocks with the
Spliff up lit plus some shit
Like Ginseng or Fo-Ti
I rip shit trip
Dip
Zip up blocks
Street IQ impossible to clock
We rip rock
Everyone in the flock
Got the talk
Stalk of the crop
We light shocked
Blocked up Qi flow
Needs you need know
The needles
I listen to Beatles
I watch insects
I like reptile pets
Birds
Words about the puppy
And kitty kat I rap raps
About that
Stay out of trap
Got the sapped out lap down
Clap clowns?
We been through that now
Town painted red
All of them Deadhead
And said that shit
Fatal with the 88
Ways you fell

I poison myself with pizza at the party
I grew up artsy fartsy
I have carts of G
I cop plea
I see far
I be barn raised
Caged in animal crazed
I’m not amazed
I blazed up shit
I can’t quit
Still I land hit
And brand slit
The throat
I coat most
I boast
I rock toast and chose
The flows
That land blow
I knows this
Still I flow twist up reefer
My teacher said
I might be dead
In the head
She’s jealous cause kids
Relish my blood, cussing
And suds drinking


Edited by Solid Log (07/26/22 08:05 AM)


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InvisibleGrandmas Boy


Registered: 05/23/14
Posts: 164
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857682 - 07/28/22 06:45 PM (6 months, 9 days ago)

Your rap sucks, I clap your slut
Cheeks slapping I tap my nuts on her butt


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OfflineJenny
Virtue
Male User Gallery

Registered: 11/19/19
Posts: 823
Last seen: 3 days, 1 hour
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857684 - 07/28/22 09:56 PM (6 months, 9 days ago)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
    #857703 - 08/05/22 06:53 AM (6 months, 1 day ago)

He hit the cannabis dream
To clean
The speed from his head
Plus the bloodshed
He witnessed
Serve his sentence
You can bet tense
The Ganga chills you out
Know the route if you don’t
You missing out
Some people hit up coke or smack
Shoot it till it comes back
People think the herb is whack
I don’t understand
I grew up smoking underhand
The gangs deal
Feeling like peeling off caps

I learned to make a ball smoking herb
The chicken I ate makes me weight
Perturbed off the 8 Dragon
Saggin’ pants I glance off the hands
Rub club dub sub a trouble for double
The fun in the sun make number one
I skill done in the come my way stay
And play for the day and night
I might be right but I doubt it out loud kid
Down South bid the route slid by chance
Deny the answer is to get high off Sativa
I leave a impression for the lesson that sets in
My profession I’m still guessin’ at by my skill
Hat I get the session fat

I want organic
I love buying poison
My boys in the hood
Must not know what’s good
Fools pack tools and blast
The Produce last time
Didn’t rhyme
I love fumigated
Room it smell great in
El Salvador
With outlawed pesticides galore
I love apple wax
My crew jacks for sacks of it




Edited by Solid Log (08/05/22 08:53 AM)


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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #858329 - 08/19/22 06:10 AM (5 months, 18 days ago)

I want more pot plants
I do the pot plant dance
The Ganja Gods bless me with messy sticky
Filthy icky resinous
Blessed just
Trust I flesh smoke buds
What I want is simple
A bud plant that has
The jazz right in it
Spin it into hash and kief
Ganja is a relief

I do a sword dance
I don’t kill people with the sword
Or stay for the sequel or get bored
Or ignored by the lord god
Of busting off the soft stuff
I man enough but any woman
Sword dances and shouldn’t
Feel competitive with men
I wouldn’t then sweat anyone
About a sword dance for fun
I do a run sometimes or take
Times off and write rhymes

I love a night mission
I smoke weed and live under the kitchen
The dishin’ done by me G is hard to believe
I gots a lots to agree that my tasty is the
In your face place to be when it comes
To eating meat
I split and took a seat on the log in the field
Under the trees while smoking my trees
Getting ready for the job
It’s a five hour jog your terrible violence
The sickness is in silence
I put my pipe, keys and weapons in one spot
So I never lost a shot
I juggle weapons and empty hands
My brand label is the secret I stay stable with
I’m able width to bust through bitch
But I put up with shit like you just couldn’t quit
Not believing
I try to reason with The Order
To get you more drugs so you could sort through your life
They want drugs illegal to keep you as a slave
I know it’s unbelievable



Edited by Solid Log (08/25/22 02:27 AM)


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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #858853 - 08/31/22 06:59 AM (5 months, 6 days ago)

I got electrocuted
8 seconds later straighten
Money made it
Faded out the doubtful
Some about full
My clout should
Would and Coulda
I stood a mark for 10 seconds
Then left him reflective
On the street and bisected
Shit gets hectic when I spread
I spent money once
And it wasn’t funny
I don’t like gun heat
A handle to mangle with my hands
All fans of martial arts departed
I started some shit with
A gangbanger who threw a fit
My razor is it
I flavor it and sit
Catch breath
10 seconds left before death
Get a X on my report card
I stress to guess jeans
All a sucka seems like

I straight with the weight
New York tip bomber equipped
Bailed out and got tortured in France
My only chance was to die
I cussed at the Nazis that got me
It wasn’t enough
Now I’m straight
I don’t sell weight
I have to wait
It was fate
I’m from the Order
Unnamed
To some for others for a sum
Like brothers we reach out
And touch someone
I pack a gun
For fun in case someone wants to run up
I stunned a duck just by looking
Hooking up Cooking such as I want
I front of the bus must grill
Ice twice and bust
An E pill

I’m breaking bad ass tricks down
To sticks and stones
Clones I Jones for is the kind that has the
Blind Left End
Service send fly the friendly skies
All Rise and await judgement
I smoke a bone and say fuck it
It’s rugged what I do with the crew
A whole slew of murders leave them clueless
I chew on this
And get new on tip
My dragon breath rip
No one can hold a grip steady
I’m ever ready to knock out steady
Because I’m deadly
I sing a simple melody
Of violence free silence G
I need to smoke a joint
Get the head to the spot that tend
To fertilizer fed well it spread chi
That’s all that I need

Fool thought he was cool with his
Ride inside the mind he had the track
Full on fact here rap fear for gun claps
Case of Beer
Rate through tear
A skater who is queer
A theory of searing heat
Bust some meat to eat
Vegetarians get scared within
I spin the thing is
Handle biz got the whiz
I servin’ fizz
Sucker ad libs his shit
And still can’t hit
What a trip
Murder comes thick
When you on tip
And have a sick outlook
Drop LSD and drop out for good

From the cancel culture some hawk like vulture
Hawk on Cannabis Talk the Spanish quit and top stalk
Out grows the Crown Cola.
Once I got a Crown Cola in a Pound of Mexican Pot
With no Pistola
By far the hardest to roll yah
I screech chalk on the blackboard soldier
Fold your gold up and cold tuck
The weapon
Neophytes with rights to bear arms
And still farmed mutant like Godzilla puking
Some material specimen of the real thing you
Fin you shoot thing
To throw up set when you close chuck bring
The firearm and get out of harm’s way
Before you put on display
As an example of Urban Decay
I smoke a joint for the underdog to the point
To relax and that’s the facts

All hella
Light up a blaze for jella
To sing acapella
Raps relevate
I ate the whole sack
Skate on the whack song
Hardcore till the dawn
Pawns lost
So I flow flossed out
Roll around town
With my soul ground
I buy a pound
Of pot stupid
I don’t fuck with cupid’s arrow
The sparrow hawk
Flow stalk
Out wheelbarrows
The scare crows
Froze up kids
Servin’ straight bids


Edited by Solid Log (09/01/22 02:56 AM)


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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859016 - 09/09/22 10:17 AM (4 months, 28 days ago)

The Azurescens is difficult to cultivate
Reports are it’s eight times as potent by weight
As Cubensis
It likes to grow on wood
If you should get some
You smooth out your step son
Each lung filled with Ganja smoke and THC
You rip for free until you P up
The professional struck tip tucked in
Murder win the battle until you rattle
Come serve a farm like cattle
Anyway yeah you hit up the eighth of Azurescens
You break under pressure learning lessons
Like your father beat you
Retreat crew eat too much and suffer as such
Hitch murder plus for further than word up
To dust I bust on shrooms I like moons
Stars Planets get far out like Star about to shine
For what’s mine drop a dime and commit crime
I got the line on it inside job got flaunted


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Offline1234go
Sex Machine
I'm a teapot


Registered: 04/19/22
Posts: 78
Last seen: 4 months, 25 days
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859041 - 09/10/22 03:24 AM (4 months, 27 days ago)

Nice one.  I like the MF Doom punctuation flow thingy you’ve got going on it comes off nicely. :thumbup:


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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
    #859054 - 09/10/22 08:22 AM (4 months, 27 days ago)

I got busted for sales of Cocaine
I freestyle rapped and busted the cop’s ass
He fully fast turned and ran but his ass man!
He ran into a trashcan and tried to spam my I am
The tyrant methodical monster master G expert
It hurts cops when their busts don’t work
I hate female cops with the provable movable
Futile energy to expend to the ten on a C note
Yeah I sold Cocaine and hope you get some lame
Brain

Deadheaded
Gravestone read it
Competitive
Sedative work the full on
Roll along
On meth
You get ill breath
Like Seth
I left
The rep
Is to step
Leapt up
And dance struck
The fans pluck
Muck at the bottom
We got em
Show hot then
Flow and lock send
The rhythm
My mission
I dish in
The end
Defend
All tend
To send
What spend
I best blend
I recommend The Dead

Fantastic pieces
Each one easiest to sum with
Gun with they run trip
Stumble Fall
Murder is all becoming
Something someone said
And further gun flows red blood
What you said what?
You ain’t dead cut?
My murder shut all the doors
When it rains it pours
I tore this and that
Fat lyrics sat and crushed trips
Hear this
Pops heaters rocked your ace
Fully taste every day I makes
Sure my gun talk is pure for the
Fewer each day
Blood run and the hay I smoke
Was the first piece I broke
The society
So don’t try to be hard when you smoke Yard
I cop a shotgun on some mushroom
Each soon to see the bullet freaks
Make peaks and burn for weeks

I crab a MC
Like Crabtree
They try to nab me
Dip Dab me
Flow off the anger beat
Must meat cook for the look?
I took further hook
And shook all the cooks
For dirty nooks
My take on the place
Is from Outer Space
I got a degree in G and P
I like to flow free
The candy cotton mouth smells rotten
If you got ten to spend I always make ends
Further I recommend skipping the trend
To micro dose
Hit up the most and you come close to God
Pull the odd job off the robber
You stop that slobber and corn on the cob burn
Ganja in the pipe
Don’t be a Hype, Junkie or Pill Popping Flunkie


Edited by Solid Log (09/12/22 12:07 AM)


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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 247
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 13 hours, 24 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859105 - 09/12/22 06:15 PM (4 months, 25 days ago)

It’s the return to the 36 Chambers
It comes in all flavors checks ill type behaviors
Get sick on some trip thick sword clouds
Coming down to the ground from above
It’s all love
Curve a path learn on behalf
Of past masters
You hasta train
Open your brain and Chakras
All types of pot I bust
To dust I train make paths
Pure classic classes
In Magic
It gets tragic when they don’t make it
No mistake it’s the main thing I take stake in
I’m breaking down through town
And got the keys to Tai Chi
Harsh lessons taught in life it’s beyond me
How I’m going to lead not follow
I wallow in misery with injury
I meditate and wait for Heaven to set it straight
Learn swords it’s never too late!

It’s strange to have royal blood
There are stranger things but toil
Brings blood to a boil when
Boy will tend to grow up to man
And plan to understand how can
Someone and his sometime shine
Bloodline
All frontline soldiers
Cold yours told bold before
It got old to mold fold yours gold
I like Platinum I be rappin’ sometime
I rhyme
I ate a cheeseburger
I lurch like served dinner beginner
It’s a winner every time
With every rhyme
I clock crime and unwind
The prime deal reveal the steal
Until you kneel and get dubbed knight
For real


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859110 - 09/13/22 01:21 AM (4 months, 25 days ago)

I read every word in this thread


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Re: poem [Re: King Koopa]
    #859115 - 09/13/22 09:06 AM (4 months, 24 days ago)

This is a step up from the usual solid logs.


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Re: poem [Re: remix]
    #859183 - 09/22/22 11:37 PM (4 months, 15 days ago)

I’ve got the Buds!
I hit up Kali at midnight
I’ve got a lot of Pot!
I rock a thought till I kill it learning real shit
I fit bongs into my case
I smoke till ace get a taste
Man I love smoking weed
I burned out on speed
What you need?
I know you need weed
Here plant a seed and smoke for free
All busters be wanting my cannabis head
But they want heroin more till they dead
They want to amp speed
Ganja is the bomb your momma on ya
Like Don Godfather
Mom a cradle robber
Take a swab of your saliva
It’s sweet I’m a Vegan Freak
And chill off old geek shit
Smoking lung busting hits
I’m Peacenik.

Battlefield War style
Soul Child
Not everyone made it alive
Magic Carpet Ride
Evacuate the bloody side
My thought is suicide
I hide from the ride gun
My 9 spun
Don’t all everyone run from gun?
Under the sun
My veggies grow
I throw a show off
Born to get scoffed at
Rollin’ Fat Cat
Servin’ hat
Diggity Dat
Got this rap clap
To beat seat
So fleet
Die Something neat
I got greetings
From outer space
Takes place on my ace
I taste death
Servin’ fools till there ain’t none left

Sex is an act sacred
I learned it getting naked
On sex trip faked it the orgasm
Bitch couldn’t give me a spasm
The chasm must be dictated against
I go in for the final rinse
Vinyl tints on the seat
Must compete for each
One done son I rung brung become
A dick prick sick sticking chicks
I rip a chick’s pussy when I pull out
I have fresh clout about how I bout it
Doubt it?  Man I land a cut rounded
Off cost the boss a toss up
Fly design each time be mine
Recline the design is business
Pimp the bitches witness the distance I keep
For peeps I sleep on it freak horny
Seek the morning time lay
The best stay all day in the way of sex

Who would win?
The Mac 10 vs. The AK-47
In Laurel Canyon that’s the question
Rival Canyon crews taught the lesson
Mac-10 was later on the scene
But damn that shit beam
AK-47 Gleam
Most who boast of Wu Tang
Hang with the AK as true rang
The Mac-10 crew knew what to do
Except they slept on Psychedelic
12 O’clock set the tone
Smoke a bone and train remain
Slayin’ except not that way in
The Laurel Canyon damn men
Spit on Mac-10 rap battles end
The Mac 10 tend to sound superior except
Deteriorate
Slow and steady win the race
You could chase after highs
In disguise all night
Platinum light
Sack some sight off the plight
I pack the AK and like it that way
It’s Laurel Canyon all day
Old Hippies the set I claim!

Chemistry
My rock cut send you free product
Lock it shut
Top some guts off it
Law stalk the raw balk
Off jaw clench
Stench of death coming from
The ends I made
I slayed rappers
Mastered and Captured
The feeling of the real thing
I steal ring of fire
Require top hat and suit and tie attire
My admirer is secret
I bust a freak quick
I stuck in cement
I invent new rhymes each time I climb up
And I’m flustered like custard
I solid my wallet fat
For rhyme rap
I Gold captain turning Platinum
A block of light sight unseen
I got the gleam

All the ice picks
Make Mike’s dick look big
A ice pick rig the system
Get variety
Some die to be eye like G
Ice pick quick to stick
Smooth nerve on the damage
Handle manage with care
Air wave radio tower of power
You shower in the amps
Lamps light ignite at night
It’s all right
You outta sight
I might make an ice pick
It’s a trick I know a bit of
I lit glove condom love
Fond of dove peace
At least I carry the East Wind
Suckas they bleed dig
I swig off the bottle full throttle
Slow control the glow
Fully hold onto roll
I told you I pack punch
After lunch I get an ice pick
To dunk in the drink
Man I spice some Ganja
I think without blinking

If Ganja was cheap!
Bleep!  You heard that
Chirp bird fly
Word I might cry
My eye in this has seen
All the pain exist
I knew it was for me
The Ganja can’t you see
I dealt with illegality
And all costs
I tossed and turned in my sleep
Wanting Ganja my heart was weak
I hooked up with major Ganja!
It was the bomb I control to stay calm
My mom smoked all the time
I rhyme about dime sacks
All the way up to weight LBs
I like it green without seeds
We moved tons
Murdering stuns the Ganja crowd
Unheard of murder is way too out loud
Serve further you might get tight bound
In a prison
Why I’m on a mission to legalize Ganja

Pick Wild Mushrooms
BOOMS!!!
Heard
Word
Stop getting served sacks
And be assured
As an independent
Free Rap Deadhead
You Dead Your Head
When you fed shrooms
Consume as much as you want
When you on the hunt
Witch’s Brooms are a front
For the Mushrooms Magic
I had it with drug dealers
I put out feelers for Pounds of Weed
And Shrooms the only two I new
To Potion Stew score
I rule raw all that you saw
Was my apparition
On a mission from God
I make contact and I’m sacked up
I like to eat fresh
Even infested with insect!
Picking keeps you in check
I expect ego death to be rampant
In areas with the alien Shrooms
Implant


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859249 - 10/07/22 12:04 AM (4 months, 1 day ago)

Should I trip the O.Z.?
It’s the question that be
The lesson is the test when
You blessed yourself to hell
Got the O.Z. you see
Like 8 mg of LSD
I fry and free
My G scoops up
I total duck with luck
Chuck a firearm
My charm is business
Alarm ring
Harm sting the
Butterfly King
I wing tip
It’s the ultimate trip
Cold frizzle frazzle you dazzle
When you come down
You feel like asshole
You don’t come back around

Combat Proven!
Stone groove movin’ the step
Sunset flavor that crept
Sativa Smoke
I take the tokes again
And remember when
Life was prefry I lead and die
I like a little LSD or Mescaline
I just a little jelly bean
On the sunset mean
A blood moon too soon
Reach your doom
Sleep in tomb
Beach move on the
Seep in sooth
Sand with bare feet
Body surf unique
Be a Hawaiian freak
I know some Jamaicans
I rake in dough with blow
Or something besides Overdose on Shrooms

It’s tough to be a bird
It’s tough to be alive sometimes
We feel pain and pleasure.
We know the pain from pleasure
Experiencing extreme pain we come to know others
And how they feel
We don’t want to see anyone in pain
We have drugs for pain and everything
No one is completely sure if the drugs will help
In War Soldiers had morphine syringes
War is one of the ugliest games
Most Soldiers get hit and disabled for life
All Soldiers try to kill
They feel a serious pain for life
I experienced a great deal of Pain
Most martial artists talk about how good they are at fighting
I don’t think I am good at fighting
I can handle myself and proved it for years but I don’t want to fight
The birds are constantly on edge like Soldiers
They fight a War in Nature
Nature is a Battleground
Let us evolve as Humans and Overcome The Pain of War.

I’m overcoming a martial arts addiction
It’s friction for the victim
I sick when I come in
I got the spot hot
I trick stick quickly
I like blades
I love to make the fades out
And servin’ doubt among
Those who lack clout
What it’s about?
Chessboxing
Locks in stop singing
You winging it if you don’t
Know what to do
You screwed if you glued to your seat
You get it feet pummel you to heaven
Past 11 the brethren
Expend a ten piece of some soldier feast
I bump at least that much
Drugs serving as a crutch
To keep my mind off the clutch
It’s murder much appreciated
When it’s slated to remove evil
I see through people
And sequel
Is the brutal fetal position fruitful

When I smoke more grass I’ll pull it out faster
I’m living with a new Wu Tang Master
Methamphetamine and Acid LSD
He has the chill but is young and raps be
Strung
He isn’t a punk
He has a lump and sums with the drum beat
He’s a cool guy in the eye he has the slyness
For the sky lift some die crisp mind exist
I fly for the trying to buying the lion share
Some comin’ out square
Fully there still ill prepared
They got scared
When brushed against
Coming up for the final rinse
It’s a cinch to bust and mention
The Ascension of Wu Tang henchmen

I got a cheap sheet of acid
That blasted drug law
All I seen I saw
Gets you strong up in long time lit
Shit you see is like P with a hint of amphetamine
LSD looks like meth chemically
Mescaline is uppity too
My crew fiends for the LSD
We like to P and and pop the spot with poetry
Acid linking rhymes like no one’s G
I might have to see if I can find some more
When you got Psychedelics galore you never poor
Man it twitch on the hitch ride into ditch
Make the switch itch for cinch to flip the lid
Skid out been down and out I rap route
Cap clout for it’s about the route to Down South
Run the mouth for power I tower above
And shower in love

Wu ni@@as got real chambers
Strange stares quizzical
Individual styles vary
They scare G who ain’t prepared for
Weed like this
Some tight fist
I remain undone
With unsung hum
From the chamber one
It’s dangerous to come
Step up
I can’t describe the hep
Ni@@as rep with the tech clips
Chambers thick and rich with kicks
My weapons and hands are
Magic
Demands the stand stiff meth head
Brandish the canned shit
I land hits variably
Still tear in the ski slope
Nope I don’t smoke meth
It’s a death chemical
Adrenal
Soon they find you
In Penal Colony

Butterfly swords
Towards
Rap crew awards
Do chores
Build up
Skilled cut
Strut some stuff
Nuts but
Shut doors
Crew Wars
With brew
Too true
To stew
I Kung Fu
Can’t undo
What’s done
I’ve begun
Rung the strum
The lute
Fruits
Of the two swords
Do hordes
Of evil
Seeking feeble
To slay
Take advantage of

Mushroom Heads
When the sun rises
You see Orange
Courage required
I’m tired of squares
I stare at the screen
Thinking lean on this
I real wrong to dis
I steal thongs
Sandals
Vandals try to ramble
I scramble the jets
Let’s bet that
The head clip
Trip thick
Clean Sun 8 Clean
Before or after dream
Wu Tang
My thang rang
I stang
I got to hang
I demand the stand
For fans
Like brands
I like LSD
DMT
Peyote
Mescaline
Ayahuasca
Shamans Gotcha

Get the connect straight
I’ve been dead plate
Like fish bait
Get it date on the expiration wait for
Sensation is soft silk cloth
Toss linen
I like to grin when I spin
Eat a dinner
Perform center then
Get lent your coin
Boys you toy men
I employ elements of intelligence
When I relish bell that shit
Hell yeah that hit
Tell me well I spell four fifth
Gun Talk
Universal death Raw
Talkin jaw poppin
Clockin’
With the sock in it
Crew all on it and handle business
Witness shit
Bitch you strictly hitched up
In a sick cut


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859252 - 10/07/22 04:20 AM (4 months, 22 hours ago)

Hey you, enter the ban lotto with me :house:


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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #859272 - 10/09/22 09:02 PM (3 months, 29 days ago)

Ganja class was my favorite
I flavored it and savored to always stay lit
I bit rhymes
I fooled with dimes cool did time is
I line biz with mind his find slid
I skid and stop pull out the bag of pot
Roll one up
Smoke it
Toke it good
I wish I could again
I remember smoking with friends
It’s chill if they all put in
It’s a sin to be raised without pot
All my kin is stoner then
I was a loner most of my life
I strive for five on the essay
Still play sunshade made
Fabric you lag it I bag it up
Sang in the cut
I want some grass right now
For the final POW
Releasing how long I’m reaching
WOW what a recent development meant
I feel the need to get bent on the chill not ill
Spliff you lift it’s a gift

I want to be a snow plow
It gets cold in the Arctic Tundra
I get thunder seat to beat the drive
I stay live and thrive sniffing Cocaine I’ve
Got nothing to complain about
The snow plow makes you say wow
You get it how you don’t sweat it
You can’t it’s freezing
Disbelieving keeps you from achieving
Your dreams the snow plow is bigger than it seems
You would cream for a female snow plow
Bust the how should I?
I wonder Y and cry some inside they bonafide
Pushing snow aside
It’s how I ride
System thumping pumping the jams for amps
I lamps and champ is I rank biz
I stank wiz off fizz for the big shit
The snow plow did it

I sniff kilos
I peel off the bill fold
Real Gold dollar bills
Stacks I jacks fools for black tools
My sack jewels
All precious stones
Leave the homeboy alone
I own
Let a show in
The phone send pick up the message
I left shit
How I set hits
My brick sick up the quick trick
For thick
I brick
Rock steady
Heady
Ever ready
My metal heat complete now

God sent me
To get bent with heat
Some unseated
By the repeated movements
Of smooth dish
Out the licks I don’t
Question my own clout
I know about it
Some might challenge
They allowance spent
Little kids doing bids
Off slid it’s pure hits
From the sick
I shit backwards
I rap heard it’s fat first
The second is to check shit
I head up hits
Left smooth drips
To freeze off ease
Sucka caught disease
It’s all I cheese
Eat the Quesadilla
To the freedom of Mexico
Checkin’ slow while wreckin’ Blow

My stone was alone
So I smoked a primo bone
The show ended
I lended my soul
Intended to control
All hold gold for it told you too old
To get sold like real roll
Peel whole orange
Entourage from God
I clog heavy steady ready
With Eddie my medley
Is deadly with Cocaine
I lax lane for brain to disdain
Murder maintain
I refrain
Bullets get plain sight
To the fullest
Get out with that bullshit
I squeeze four fifth
It’s drips on the track
From snow below zero
I’m the hero
I tear slow to get sad not mad
I killed my dad and all I had was fad
It was rad standard
Bland word
Coming from your mouth



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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859306 - 10/13/22 08:32 PM (3 months, 25 days ago)

I’m an angel
I got raped with the firearm, knife or explosive device
Your life is over son
You just begun to sweat beads
A ni@@a needs your gun to survive
To thrive you practice staying alive
Like the Beegees song
I smoke a bong to prolong the effects of meth
Just playin’ I love to smoke pot all day and
My way in the game is strange to some
Lucky charms come from the sun
I practice stun
I run with the clips to do crips and bloods up
With drugs I show love
It’s real love
I can’t stand a punk, ho or glutton
I suck the suck in the duck when
Your luck spin pretend to threaten to send
You at the end of your life
It’s strife I got a wife and everything
She Wu Tang

Meth is a hug drug except for the thugged out
You roll no doubt
Control the soul while you fold up the gold now
Stroll how through back country roads
You come home make exploding stars
By far it’s some shit
Could equipped with weapon with no direction
The section is for lettin’ in the reflection
Of the Adrenal connection
You could get your best friend on it too
Screw up you out of luck you die when you get stuck
In the eye try to fly some deny magic powers
For 8 or 9 hours you shower in the sun
Begun to run from the left end
You set ten mil
It takes skill to fill a cap you could sap with strength
To go the length you want Ganja and Trip
I be lookin’ of Coca to smoke loc Yah!

People don’t understand how meth locks
The Glock speak fully loaded technique
I reek of the sweet salt meth is at fault
For the vault to crack open I spoken
Ripping off the tokens from the bank
I roll stank of Ganja Herb before
Or else it’s War
You don’t want to see a meth head
Worse than a federal agent who’s gay and blatant
Serving you feeling your ass crack for the last laugh
I hate pigs
They worship meth and death
The same thing
The same wing
My brain sting when I’m in full effect
Check wrecker the sector case closed for the froze
I chose this life
I train some knife or sword toward the back golden stack
Roll that attack cold sold out hot fold it not joking
I’m smoking some meth every chance I get no sweat

I say a Haze prayer
I could stay for days there
Meaning years
I turn down careers in fatal dope
To cope with I take a smoke ditch
Everything else
My stealth 9 Glock clip serves lip
I don’t trip without Ganja
I’m on yah
My calm bomb is so on target
I could market an electric arc it get
Spark it Mexican some Columbian
Thai Hawaiian Southeast Asian
I get amazing buds
I smoke down one and then another one
I don’t own a gun
And never will
I don’t kill or hurt anyone
I have fun practicing martial arts
For Ganja it’s a part of me
I start some G up and never get stuck
It isn’t luck it’s skill learned all ill and top bill
For real
I steel
My wheels peel
I deal in the shark infest
I suggest you don’t flex

For the age
It’s on stage acting strange
Wars and Rage
Get it to sage tell you hell it’s
Dwell in the fell society
Try and be eye to eye
You might die
Get gun shy and popped
With the firearm
Charms like harm is
A darn it get
Farm it exceptionally tasty
The Earth is crazy now
Amaze me how
Everyone bow
And accept things
It stings come unhinged
Binge watch the stocks go up and down
People be playing around
You could hear the sound
Of the rounds going off
Showing soft
Flowing raw stuff
Broke jaw punched
You break your face
You ain’t my ace
I give you a taste of the Ukraine brain

Through major pain your brain stays in cocaine lane
Anyone training get the lane in the back alley
Rally for tally up
And dead
Fully red bloody
Muddy bottom you got em
Flowing hot then
Dead body shot in head set heat
Dead sweet beat the each one on the edge of the seat
Compete with reach the defeat it’s meet and greet
Fever fleet for the eats
Neat is beached whale
Stale play I’ll fail for off the rail in jail
Cocaine way I’ll stay how
It allow you open spoken hopin’ to cope in the
Game the same brain stain on the gray in the play pen
MCs mayhem I ray of ends sun come from done
Light sprung from Hydrogen
My mic will come relax and hum wax I spun
Act some done
Raps in stung major pain the way it’s done
Whole crews run


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859316 - 10/15/22 06:03 AM (3 months, 23 days ago)

I catch my slice of Heaven
Past the 7-11
To Big Gulp the pulp is so
Turn wheel slow
Bro know so we flow together
Like leather I’m tough I get roughed up
When I bust stuff off the cuff
I know bluff called walled off
Tall caught in small shot for the pot
To smoke it toke it broke a pound in
And now I’m soundin’ so fluid
I do it to it
I raps Blue fit that tack is screwed in
That last new thing
On the scene
Dirty lean
Searching for gleam
I clean and steam
Suckas just dream
I’m already on it so I bomb lost a Tech 9
Somewhere under a dime sack
Murder is whack so I
Quickly fact check a killer and
Show him something iller

It’s the dragon drunken on mushrooms and cannabis
With open toe sandals practicing drunken fist
My footwork is so off balance I bend at crazy angles
My star spangled banner man I love America
They let me slide and practice the drunken styles
I hit it up
How many ways does a dragon box drunk?
And fence the intensity of the drunken sticks
Licks tricks back and fully whack max for laps
To dap
I slap up a bitch ride a hitch my shit is so far out
All I see is tracks flow back
Murder attack the whack for stacks
I like to rap I sap the tree and see what it be like
I love ganja and don’t be hype

One of the greatest tortures is knowing the psychedelic
Very few trip for real with zeal to feel crew
Stew in violence all their life in silence
Later on they cry tears
Raised with gangs and gang music
You can’t win
You might begin to bleed
And all you do is smoke weed
You proceed to see a sucka ass
Hit the gas and drive past
Point your gun out the window and kill him then smoke
More
Rain till it pour
What’s in store is a rude awakening
For those who need baking and
Some touchup
A little martial art to the the head such as
Instead of violent
Silent and meditative set it straight with psychedelic

I put the gun to my head
Ate the eighth of Azurescens
Then read
The Buddhist Sutras
Consciousness blessed me with it
Development of Wisdom and Knowledge
I study mind
Most are blind
The Dragon is Blind
It knows the time
Some crime committed
The bastard got acquitted
The shit I did split the scene
Beam service at each heard of this verse
I see the enlightened frightened by those in the dark
All it takes is one spark to ignite the powder keg
I shift on my last leg


Edited by Solid Log (10/17/22 10:34 AM)


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