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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865133 - 02/27/24 04:19 PM (9 months, 3 days ago)

Candy Canes
Lighted Washed shirts flow down the lanes
Everyone with brains explains this
And arrange Sets for extra met that treasure pleasure center
Drugs called Candy up to Thugs that branded shut
I landed strut the cut what you want
I sunk it dunk it
Plunk!  Hit the trunk and get the Guns for funds
To rifle through rung this as a done wish
Your stock plummet if you cook it off it shook it lost it look it
I book it to the crooked flipped it nook and cranny with the ran heat
Down the Street to the beat I track meet set off with the pistol shot
I fist full of cotton boxing softening with the law ring wondering
These dice I swing and shoot
Pollute the stream on a murder scene
It’s all eyes seeing and they flee then
I recommend Speed end the Trees and then again smoke Weed to ten speed
Like this deed title feed for survival I bleed from the rival liable
To get inscribed with the heights I pull types that trigger squeeze with ease

Bird flights
Life in knife fights to stab up
Get a grab up to the nab cut that rag front to back jack some sat
I roll stats on victims sick in the Drug War stick in
The done poor within the hung tour the floor as space of the Ace
I place the taste as defaced for title
Homicidal threat murder bet we get wet on Water
I serve a slaughter taught your core was War as you thought more
I store before the fact as rapped up
The sack struck you back buck the map tucked away
As ray as play with the fade that sprayed all over the place
I’m a bullet Ace as laced with the Trip taste as flipped
Take a sip and do it to screw it in the Dragon
Get the bag in the tag then the staggering benefits
Of Drugs ever since

I’m Buddhist
I drink Water as oughta loft proper higher to fit the fire inside
To ride the glide of the supplied
With Drugs for the mind behind the lines as times squared
In the air was the DARE program as all the straight kids failed spiritually
Spiritually Dead I red blood as Thug drink the kegs as keg runs split the edge
Off the ledge I study Sutras Buddhist flew this over cold shoulder
I shoulda told yah that martial arts are hard to learn as part of the burn
I churn in the lesson learned for the turn twist exit earned
I assure that your blur was word up
In the truck you get stuck with a God as job to the fog of the mind
I’m designed to climb out of and ran down it land the scout the mission
For position I friction six in the mix then with wicked to kick it bend
The ticket I expend the bic flicked to light up the Joint on Point
I High Anoint send
With Ganja you should have a choice to smoke it lift ticket to kick it on Legal then


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/27/24 05:22 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,067
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 2 hours, 30 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865134 - 02/27/24 05:38 PM (9 months, 3 days ago)

You should be allowed to grow your own Ganja proud of your crop
I copped a cutting of some stuff with buds with the sticky resin
Lift you to Heaven on Earth for worth as thirst for creative burst
I’m cursed with the merchant illegal and see through as people kill
Ill that with a hat as speed black as feed stacks of tracks
With Ganja sacks big as backs of of the sector for mic checka
One two three down on a knee and bleed on the scene with the Meth lean
I spit a blue dream as crew team was on beam with the candy painted gleam
It’s just like this Cream I got shot over for sorted through recorded grew it distorted
I went to court hid the evidence as lens bends this light for insight scent
Of skunk funky Indica is old to me
I want Sativa Tree
Grown in the jungle all humble with Mushrooms front too as fuel for crew
To stew I right in it do the thing different I spin it and lift the prison of mind
Blind as decision behind the vision I recline

Slipping off
Sipping soft liquid Water
I drought for poor as War skid into the more than bid
I make extinct the sink in the blink of an eye
I hit it shy to lit it like Eye
I blipped as skipped the dry spell as hell intel for they fell
I rebel as I sell product
All off the law and raw cut as flaw as shut the draw was a front
For the brunt of it all I call the name as flame in the rap game
Twisted aim is the game remains the same with the come came
Like that fix the flat is six strapped the mix you match and latch on
Attach as an act of savage black as night damage in flight
I bandage up ran it cut the plan but but I handle the scandal
I vandalized and still thrive like steel wield peel back with a sack
Of magic I scattered atoms as I rag it to bag it in plastic

We got Cash
And half step
Fully Auto murder represent this
Out the bent flip that and mix Trips
Into Psychedelic been through that
As I flew rap blue black
Back hand you true as dap
I screw map says I sacked up with the maximum
A kid got Ganja lungs and type to
Pull the plugs on hyper
Like windshield wiper
I wipe them off the Cypher
Get the mic to burn
Churn in it turn with it split digits
It gets cold in the old gold
Sold!
Rap checks cash fold the bills stash
I told crew to drew it so I blew stacks
And murder perhaps as further on the burner


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/28/24 06:39 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,067
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 2 hours, 30 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865139 - 02/28/24 07:15 AM (9 months, 2 days ago)

Street Credibility
You got to be ready to dump heat
Murder heat up the Street
Heat pull some heat and murder further compete
The turn into the service crew
Waxing new on and off like boss
I cycle the toss it
Psychedelic lost in the relish
I embellish all the jealous
Profess to manifest bell rung
As sung one stun with Gun
I pull it out hum
I brung a Pot lung
From wayback so I chill with straps
Stay black and fade into crack cocaine max
I light this like stacks I mic check 1,2,3
Murder on Trees but I breeze through
Psilocybin bleed true as file in it
Pay heed to the crews who true to Street
Murder in the Street heat compete and beat
Out the route downtown as found ground
File it down in the lounge
As I serve a sucka pounds of Pot on the dot
With Shrooms I max a lot
So I sack up the stock locked

Shrooms
Who could enter this?
It’s censorship
The dead did flip corpses Trip
The sorcerer lit
I morse code blip of course road of hard drugs toll to smoke a bowl
I lit the skull up
I fiend to bum rush the cut like sho nuff
I cycle hush the rifle
Silencer so I could flip the mile it blurs cycle learned
The hype pull up churned
The mic burned
I Trip so I’m lit I strike a match fit
As type to cash in flip the stash and I will in for the children
To get filled in
Real speed ten as bleed men
Psilocybin pay heed to the rise in the stripes of red and white
I seen the type

Code Green
All Grass relax on the scene
No Triple Beam needed no speed did
The Weed hit the mean average was the team spread over the cold
Short as court with a War torn sort
I lifted the report with sifted through vision blew up
All through cuts what’s up
I lighted the duct that truck the Ganja in to begin
The cycle then I might pull as string or two like this Blue
I likely flew in I ruined to the tune of three years the fluid
I screw into the new breed like this type seed
I busted the hustle succeeds
I mic this bleed it’s priceless
The device heats threats release once I flex
In the stream next you just might guess the Psychedelic
Occasionally I Trip to Drip the Rays of the Sun the blade all be to me
Weighs a ton like see that Gun
We likely tote from the coat I ripped it wrote all they flipped it vote
Against Methamphetamine


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/28/24 08:39 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865143 - 02/28/24 10:02 PM (9 months, 2 days ago)

Eye
Pie solve
All around revolve around Psychedelic Gong Fu bound for Stoners
Sun Showers balls as showers fall across the Straw Bales of Hay
Ganja play in it
I like Shrooms and light did it tight with ripped it right to flip it bright
I might excite the writing of the fighting monk as sunk
I done it dunk the plunge under Water
Often with the softening I cough into the thing on One Wing
I tight ring Gold as fold I turn Platinum Cold I rap and won
The battle rhymes so many times I shot lines up
I spread the crime up yo time’s up
I signed and shut
The caseload all relayed race rode the face of it told
I exposed all drug flows as shows
I right in rows line up foes here it goes
Gunshots go off
I’m like the boss paid the cost
I flight and lost sight of the blind behind the mind I rewind and bleed
See into with Weed all drew maps as blood caps and stacks of cash

Lefty Left Hands
A Yo Scram
Up the block to talk it out with about to rock it shout out loud
I found downtown I ground and pound for the town to sound like now I’m hype
Rewrite stripe and mic like the psych might light one
Ignite Gun come from the Bud
I rap not mud as I relax and flow cuts up a glance I damage chance
By swift hands manage bags of Cannabis

I roll em up and party the spot out to flip a lot of rounds I found
Meth down in the crib above with the love still as fill back drill that
All chill now around how I bound I type to scrounge up the hype
Light that shit type to frown
When I spot the pound I lock around the clock as shock a flock
I bite up the stock with writer’s block I likely mock
The meth head as half dead with the Strap Red
Guns are Meth language
I bag it up and tag it with the flag wave as brave
Behave at a rave with no MDMA I light is spray to fight it
Right wing
I’m lefty with the left hand breathe not to deceive
We receive all the cheese in tight skis
I might catch a disease to rap up these fleas bite

Made a rope and then
Broken in
I drink Water sink into the tokes with fill
All top bill as cycle chill
I mic still up to real cut but
Strut that as shut rap
Coming from the back like thumbtack
I Soldier cold as drew as fold true as Blue
God bless you I rescue crews as fed drew back and slew
All dead in this into the been true as kin pure
Folk as choke will it wrote to explode and soak
All broke will in cope with the dope explosion
I rode in the told to stroll then cold when I’m bold
I recycle Gold all type to Trip get a grip and flip birds
All relax and say word as turned into turns
I burn up the learned strut as sho nuff as cut what’s up
Is the struck bucking back buck
It heats up a War to the core as relax on the shore
I wax to this pure as unmask like the cycle flasks of Hash Oil


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/29/24 12:06 PM)

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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865151 - 02/29/24 01:07 PM (9 months, 1 day ago)

I can’t wait to chill!
We ain’t chillin’ now until the cycle downs the mic pull up grounds

I lounge in the Pounds in town
Flipped the down dripped it Water around dipped it into Spliff as Trip
Cycle the mic pull up trick the bike and lit
I type to type all the shit as mic up the blip on radar
Stay the hell out of dodge as the cycle robs the mic pull up jobs
You need 1 head as fed
Then they dead and can’t strap like the Feds
Yo relax I chill and max
Tax the crack pipes I might like to sight until I flight that’s ill
I just try it like riot to buy it supply it
I fly hit the diet I got the buy it then high head
I rap feds for dead as bust spread the trust
You can’t will adjust back cap fill and thus
So crews thrust bill and trust the fact as rapped up
My sack struck the back bust as Mac-10
I max then chill raps I send
I might chill bled as hype drill the psych I pill form as norm
With the warm wreck you storm into the flew that
With Blue rap I got the screws to jack up the trap shut as black but
The attack stuck and fuck shit up

I’m about to Hawk
And walk and talk on
Smoke Ganja Pot born from sore numb
I bullet hum in the face I pull it come taste
The full clip
Murders thick in words that split
Spit out the fresh Ace as you pull up taste
Weed laced with something
Fuck that shit I ain’t fronting
I want the pure Ganja Herb as one thing
My Gun ring when I smoke Methamphetamine
I sucka on a team who beam
I murder clean and on the scene
I don’t want Meth as seen and heard I step
Mean what I said that bullet’s Red with Blood
I from the cut and fuck shit up

In a Truck with the shit tucked you out of luck
When we pull up it’s a hit
Soul as quit the fold through split spit the Bullet
Fit into your soul fully auto stick into your rocks glow
Fiending for the Pot Smoke

We move Chi through
Like G Crew
All bleed is fool as with a tool that Speed Through
All I need I drew through a Ganja Cigarette and Jet
Don’t mean to half step
I murder threat on anyone who get
In the way I move Chi every day
I like to play Tai Chi
As riot speed
Pull up and smoke all the Weed
I pull shit pay heed
As Bullets make you scream
And flee and run straight out the scheme
I got a magic dream
And it’s as bad as it seem
You made The Green Ganja Illegal
Bitch you see through
I make you read the bad news
My heat flew across the tool get tossed
After the hit cold shit
I cycle it the fit that’s tight knit
I might just twist one
I never missed with my Gun
I get pissed when people come
And try to dictate on how I hum


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/29/24 09:22 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865165 - 02/29/24 10:36 PM (9 months, 1 day ago)

I can hear the Dragon
Talkin’ out of chain
Out of chain I switched lanes and got brains
Mushrooms maintain to open
Spoken soak it the rays as I blaze
This isn’t LSD or any Trees or anything
This shit is a hinge squeak
That make you seek the truth like sleuth
I lit up and saw a Prostitute
Rock this shoot the breeze
I saw Drug Deals and Thugs that bleed
I practice Bullets Seeds can’t match this
I write it from mind fist practice
Crews try to hatch and lift
I attack on a Spliff after coming down
Off Shrooms
I seen a round shoot and the ground I execute
The operation from the Space Station
I ripped it ration
Shit that stays in the playpen
All remain then to the brain stem
I spit it up mayhem
Went crazy then
I got it the craze and end
To bend this made done played
The Blood Red as Gun Spread
The reissue for this issues I shock it
To box with I stock Set on the Block
I jet up lookin’ for Hawks
Ganja sacks balk at all the assholes
Who try to trash my Gold and Platinum

Drugs aren’t for money
Drugs are freedom like honey seed in the run Street
Set off I let the boss loss
Lose his cost and all the raw product
A gang gets shot up over flags hang
I sang a rang out with my man down
He been shot
I was smoking Pot
Forgot about the time and Sunshine
I scored a dime and flipped it rhyme
That switch hit in line
You could sound different
By given it a lift like sickness Trip this
Mix and you kicks it off like sticks
Magic sticks that rap Gun tricks
That habit rinsed the Dragon
I tag on walls brag on balls the wagon
That draw main attraction
Just a fraction caught satisfaction
I rap a sum for habit from the sack hit the lungs
Then brain I be talkin’ like this stain
Blood Red in the head that drug’s dead
I seen a code exposed with the lit toes
Hangin’ over rows of seats
I Set off the track meet with raps grease
The tack creased the sack wasn’t free
Like it should be G

An Acid Tablet Dream
Come cream with the lean Grip it
I stick it up like a robbery
That got to be a lock on G
I won the lottery and stop and see
Some top some spot
A lot got a Glock rocked it cocked
My Gun talked so I flipped a Hawk
Smokin’ Pot I got a hot one
From some Sun I run to
As my Gun drew down
All screw around until the Pound Click
I seen a crew thick with Acid Drip Rains
Purple Blood Stains and hurt you
True as names grew true as flames
In this tight with right
I turned on a light I seen at night
I took flight off heights did it right’
I seen a sight I just mind over matter
Scatter all over sat in the chair
Lost in on air I tossed the weapon
Scared never so I lever lost the sever head off
With blades in the shade like this shade
This raps remain like matchless I track hits
Up and down rollin’ Spliffs
Tight knit
I got lit and type to scroll down blip
I seen it sit and think
So in the pink like an Ice Skating Rink I blink


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/01/24 12:50 AM)

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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865166 - 03/01/24 01:53 AM (9 months, 23 hours ago)

All the plots needed Pot
Stalks rose from ground to the Sun bound
Done one sound like round
I’m in the lounge sippin’ Crown Royal
All boil the Hash Oil with the flame I coil
Lit the same as the soil
I toil away each day at Gray Haze
Sun Rays for days light this sprays tight
All over says the lit kids with Brains
I in the As with the maintain that
I stain in the drain like rainbow
All filled the folk with hope this isn’t a joke
I soaked it to load up one Gun
I Sum of the roll of the drum that come from War
I got some more rounds in the Gun I’m down
To Gun Down I flipped it some town I lifted in
I sick of men and the den with the lens
I bend the ends off the send caught that raw strap
Like sick I saw black and tic tac
I mix with the raps I maximum
Hung one sacks come from someone who run
I true as hung Blue as stung
Lit one rung like a ladder I master the matter
Like plaster I’m a disaster to flow roll after
Suppose the laughter captured the fact you’re
An ass suppose I close case and lace
Light into Outer Space Mics I chase

Waiting around the station
No relation station break in the skate then
I take ten and flake off blend the rake down
To the town light this round up
From the ground up turn the sound up
Mic this found I duck into the bush
Don’t get mushed by a bullet to pull it
Back like a sack I light back as tight
Max as might relax I’m the type to ask
When it’s hype I strike with the like
I trust the hike up the price roll dice
Flipped it twice make naked advice
Take it splice wire into fire for bacon
To take in the frying pan crying land
I’m trying to brand all sands of time as rhyme
Copped a dime stopped up a lot of line
I mopped up picked the crop up to top off
I went soft style for file in the lost file while
I profile flipped a smile into frown
Light this round I like this round
I type to stay down when in town
I might just down strike a pipe light
My mic light lit off some shit
Flow with it hold onto your hits
I float with the coat and the hot grits vote
For a spliff to toke


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/01/24 03:53 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865172 - 03/01/24 09:58 PM (9 months, 3 hours ago)

Warfare
Don’t make the click in the air and get scared
Tear through the bear blue sky as high as try it
I sign it like a reclined Trip
I’m in my mind all behind the lines smoking dimes
I crime criminal
Each individual is a minimal amount that counts
To the Ounces and Pounds
I got ground for a case to Ace and take place
I seen your face you look shaken
I bake in the Sun I hum the tune I sung under the moon
Much too soon I bust a boom!
Straight out now late now I take you down
For the Crown I lock it shock it to pop you on my Trip
My gob is thick like wad I’m a Crip Soldier fortified inside
I ride the diamond in time and I find in the crime end
Criminal minimal with no self defense skill
I get ill on a posse can’t stop me like armed robbery
I clock it and G I pop you on Ganja Trees
I rock in the breeze
On top and I sneeze
I busted a skeeze for sleaze
Wore it right off the cheese
I flip degrees
And plant Ganja Seeds

I’ve got the dirty, stinking creek
With the Green Bud that leaks drugs all over each speak like brother
Another master hasta chill or ill I rifle with the skill
My mic pull up at will like I seen and still do
I real crew bleed like this proceed
I might twitch bust a hype switch you see a glitch
In the system I miss them all crisp and around town I seen em down
Veterans I floor the gas and core as it pass the door that open
Spoken true as chokin’ on brew I license grew
All types of shit I do is martial
I’m not partial
The full on gone battle scarred with magic wand as job
Hobble across the Water I caught yah distorted as recorded
Flipped the cordless ripped it dipped it all for it to trick six in the mix
I light the clips
I mic up the Trips I like to Trip and psyche still in stitch like I’m Mike
So I fill up the pipe for you
I’m the type that crew in the no clue when I stop and pop your shop
I’m a lighted Glock nonstop I shock the flock
I walked around the block Gun down and Gun Talk from all around
I heard a sound so I hype lit rounds in the now lifeless
I roll dice Trip the Ice thick you type trick to mix the blood in the money
For Gun Heat I serve the warrant on the Street
Defeat as half beat raps sheet

We the Meth Connects
We got Caps open with no joke in the system
Like prison I seen a vision no it was written that shit stick in
Like blade in the shade these raps played for days
Lit it sprays all over the place the Ace hold down the sector
To check your reflex poor I Trip for next War
No Stress i been there before I ripped it tore
Twist that fat cat up to ladder up the cut with guts
Eating Pastas a lot of
I clock some dollars for the collar got the follower to swallow up whole
On a roll I clock the Buddha Gold Indica
I smoked so much my toke is all hush in the bum rush
For the trust that to struck back
I’m on the map with Shrooms yo got the gat
In rooms I chill
All synthetic while I check credit I read it
Up in the head split jack for a sack and come back
I seen two real straps
Perhaps I max tonight I relax right and seen the flack in tight
I move like light in the groove that type to smooth out
I run a ruin out for doin’ shit downtown


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/01/24 11:07 PM)

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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865173 - 03/02/24 12:29 AM (9 months, 38 minutes ago)

I hit up a big sack of Ganja
While stomping through the drama stews
Sipping rainbow colored brews in the multiverse for thirst
I like this rehearsed I type that works my mic never jerks
I perk up and puff
Cycle with the nights that fully lit on that Ganja shit
I don’t quit I type to fit up on the stick in the back with the hand has in jab
Poison with the toys in so I flip entrance avoid the sentence
Back on the bench then to skim profits
All scene in this off it
I got a herb cough and I’m raw product that saw it
Law Tripped my Grass is Trippy that ass heat up on the OZ
Plus I spark Trees on a mark disease
I Tripped the art and squeeze the trigger
Figure no bigger in the game that’s my swig your takin’ bakin’ in the rain
With lit brains we all can’t complain about the lighted up names with blades
Hit it stay lit and fitted I rap up Tripped it
Cat that fixed it got the thick end of the exit to flex hit
I hit up some Mexican Gold Ganja cold rain
I chain up in the lane with lyrics that sustain
My Gold Brain remain with reverberation
Ice caused a sensation in the nation with one tucked on vacation no relation

When you step out on the Street
I hear the gunshots beats to thump not bleep
I dusted creep as I busted a clean sweep
Pulled out the weak and unskilled they got caps filled back until
The sacks of pills
Pharms for alarms and even lucky charms cereal to the spirit blow in the wind
I got the thing it’s big I tight with the swig of light bright
I want a real drinking song
Can’t we all get along?
Ball follow hum the drum reverberate
I skate on a plate to date with the greatness
I eight up shit to the break up with first that fate is checkmate
But anyways late I Tripped a date with a kid who slid in
Beginning to spin in the big think for some ink
I turned him pink and got the kitchen sink
I do dishes wishes that the bitch is back Cocaine

I play a harp to the Blues music cruise through hit the skate
Back as eight ball I create call the plate spin install
To the heaters I make major league with military fatigues
I back this breed with the facts on the Ganja Weed
I top as speed drink from the red can as need
I cop some Pot and stopped the shot up the product
All I saw was jaw drop as I pop fools
I got tools yeah and all that shit BLAM!  Squeeze the trigger to Iran
It’s my jam on the man I soul sham like fold BAM!

I cold in the rain as blood stain mania take over the drain as Soldier
I thought I told yah I fold yah right up
On my bike I struck as hype new to the rough as mic
I trucked on psych I vegetable read it edible as the dead you pull up
I full up on the Soul to Soul roll up control in the cut to hold it stuck
You run amok and can’t handle heat I vandalize eyes when my fleet
Doesn’t have the disguise I’m bleeped and out of reach
I’m deceased lead crack as creeped up
I got you Street Struck on the heat you buck


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/02/24 01:53 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865181 - 03/02/24 05:37 AM (8 months, 30 days ago)

All by their Gods were stunned
Thunder from the underworld to the Heavens
Back and in check
In full effect now I release a break back beat with the Tech BLAUGH!
I write a wreck up and respect the bled out the head type fed stuff
I’m handcuffed all max enough rap gets you to tuck one Wisdom what is Sun?
All like this mind numb
Come with a license to chop up bricks of Ice and I lift
I like to smoke a Spliff and really twist that hit that mix match
Variety I got a Gun high at me pointed a joint did it
I got rid of the six
Disarmed it and bitch smacked the harm get from the armament
I’m attached as wrath I light the gas in the past I smoked Grass
That was a few minutes ago
I been at it slow all relaxed you know I flow from below with the cold churn
All cycle they never learn until they burn

I rolled in the grams of snow
All blow all soul is gold to hold it there
I fold through careful
You catch a bare
Bullet in the career I pull it up
Sold my soul and duck
Creative smashed the plate over the record date skated
I max and braided hair came through rare
I scare a fool with a tool who isn’t cool
I light his drool up
I fix his mule
I spool
All the fire hit higher than on the wire I seek to fight read you your rights word
As mics first for thirst quench back on the spot and flex
Rewrite Sets and mean to jet from the place with my lex you get a taste

Brave at a rave
I popped three E Tabs live and made
My line tribal
I spoke from the Bible just as a child called my name in flames
So I lit brains
Explains why I lit came with the range over the strange brew
All rearrange who blew
I flew into the stew to mix with crew
I light this like who?
I roll dice twist I beautiful miss the future for a suture
I cash it to the boom!
Door kicked down I spit a round at a clown with a glance down
I light up mics spit the Ice for the nouns and verbs
Rewrite subject predicate and flex on a President
My resident evil was see through
As I bleed through illegal and still chill for the sequel


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865182 - 03/02/24 07:09 AM (8 months, 30 days ago)

I dropped a Water
Casket closed on the opera
Suppose I should have shot you on my toes
Lay in woe
As glow all hold sold that
Reroll rap as my Gat sat on the map with the trap
I write it BLAP!  As the beat slap
I master math
Create Cash out of ashes
My mattress flipped the stash with the grasp the clips and task Tripped
I sipped the bid was to do a hit
I seen and done shit how I run it
I’m from it the Sun lit
My Gun bit into fools I rule in school
I flight for fools I diet on a riot pack the house quiet
Don’t even buy it unless you fly spread my mic blood red
Just like I said

Packed bales of Hay for sale on the open market
To spark it you seen my mark on the packaging
That’s exactly set the scene
Yo what’s happening?
I slap box up the talk from the flow flock
Roll red dot the patrol caught another
Brother like my mother almost

As I shot close to the border
I order sorted through crews distorted
I contorted and raps poor slid it mortuary
Scary to some like Gun
I type to never run from the level hung off several charges
I dodged the market was my target to spit an artist lit
Off my product I lock shut the Ganja game Set in flames
An MC cold came with the name

We could have a good Trip
All souls blip on some shit the product got sent
The lock shut made a dent in the drug game bent on the flames
Everyone needs it my name is you read it
Breed it Ganja make seeds with a large operation
Back at the station the cops did play sin to take it
All I do is rake in dough and flow
Act like you know
I should my Soul to roll like this
My Ice is with the twice spit the device lit
I rocked it shut in the truck fiending for bucks
All I need true is trust in the dope cope on a smoke a toke
Frequent you be the beacon of hope
Smokin’ makin’ rope chain
Chill with the brains
Light these on Meth you insight skid the right with the violence
I silenced my Tech and catch respect chill in the wilderness
I profess to pass the test and not flex
Rap X on the spot I’m dead off some Pot
Yo


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #865192 - 03/02/24 12:40 PM (8 months, 30 days ago)

I’m a junkfood junkie
All links on the beat that run Street
Glocked a pop that lock max
I trapped a sack up in around it
I pounded down from the Crownpiece to around decease
I shot some grease
Soldier sold on the feast I bold to East Coast
My beat most dope
Broke it float into the coats
I smoke it wrote it with it
Give it the digits cold as bold as sold Gold
I rolled killed the Soul to Soul fold
For hold on the game you need a chain
Rock it touch the brain
Cock it back and blast turning fiends to ash
With the stash I cash in
I’m not a has been
I’m an up and coming Gun running thug hung in the game with flames
Stunning with one thing with One Wing my Gun Ring

Next of kin
Bloody wedding
I’m getting in it to Gun threat where you least expect
Air out the flex on funk master
Disaster came with the laughter that ceases
All deceases it’s a Trip to skip
Everyone indeed sight this blip
On read my lips
No new taxes
I back kick that ass with the fiend to Fast as a basket case
Trapped in outer space with no Ace of Spades
Rewrite blade tracks on decay in fact
I don’t play I relax smoke a J and just max
Flipped the hats all seen as crew stats up in raps with the backwards
Pimples all dimples wrinkle what you think through
You stink and drink brew all a link crew with drew back
So the Gold Taste and I fiend to blow case
Relace the judge at the trial
In denial they hit it file in do the Wild thing
Sweat a mile scene the beam spread
All over and you deadhead Soldier bled into
To go to court through distort I got it ordered
I’m already sorted in the morgue with shit
I get to light and I’m lit
Paid with crisp hundred dollar bills and scene on chill and not ill

In Outer space place
Take steps on the Lunar surface
I burn Trips and earn skipped the record
Infect it with the reflex X off the spot dot to plot for shot up
Rap some product up
Good luck
I fiend to flow for bucks
Kids just clucks
Speedfreaks
What do you expect with a Drug War in checking black market darken it
I been up to park it spots a lot and get shot at
I scheme a raw rap to beam
All night in a dream I had the keen insight
To fill it fight up just might white out
I been about the route
Seen a mouse freak a down since I clown rinse my frown off
I lost the cost with the tossed shit
Pistol standard issue
Go blow your nose with a tissue
This you could get into
In the Mercedes Benz movin’ slow with the glow


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    #865194 - 03/02/24 03:31 PM (8 months, 30 days ago)

Intact
Bust Back I seen a weed whacker
Cracker bit off a snack burn all relax churn
I split the backs and burn
Lighted frighten them within sight and then
In the State Pen Corrections
I reflect in the West Winds of Wings that spread
I’m half dead
Release a track red
As sack medical
I threatened with some bullshit I seen a full clip spit
I type to strike for life with the bullet tip
On pull it back and cap
I need a Ganja sack!
To come back on a track
Change my Cap
My connection with Herb is my reflection superb
Flip the verb
Write it like lighted turned the spot on dot
Plot to call the shots and rock up
Product saw that law code of conduct raw

I smoke a lot of Pot
Chocolate Wax could darken thoughts from Sundrops into Gumdrops
As my gummy hops release the drops
I lesson taught with the caught you up you sought raw
Product to long duck the corn rows as death shows it’s face
Ace in the case take a taste make it great again
Recycle the pen the mic up dead structure the function when you punch in
The clock all in shock around the clock you could bleed as talk
Got them hot on the dot for the spot to heat up
Beat up and smoke all the Weed up I seed shut my seed but
I need tucked Guns to rewrite Suns I frighten lungs
My tight plug rubs across the toss Gun into hot heat from the Street One
Love on this beat I tight it for glow each roll to teach
I folded all Gold on my hold was sold
Mics I told the tale on as a stale wrong cracker actor made his match core
With my sack I went to War on tour I fight for the floor
Ice and I ignore the high price with the device
Death comes the rest I suggest you be careful out West with the Air Pull
Up vest bulletproof MCs pull it shoot and do it fluid rude with the bid
True as Meth slid

We got the MDMA tabs
Sex jabs up the track with lex lack
I best back in the nest knack
With crack cocaine blast
I wrote the map for drugs in rap
I soldier with the gat as old as tack
Strapped with no glow of lack thereof
There you scrub
Rubber a dub to plugs thug
I mean mug and get the scene dubbed
I beam lug the team across the sea
Bug all twitches for riches
Mix the mistress with the trigger itches
I switches up the style with no profile
Fit and I’m the Golden Child
And extra smile
For every pile dial up the crime call
As I rhyme ball
Get my mind tall
As recline ya’ll
Split the wine crawl in line brawl
Lifted gifted with the trick 6 like bitch
Means a lot to dish
I tight a list right as fist
I mic up missed that scatter atoms flip
The drips off I risk law as saw seen in a dream
Why I’m on the team
Syndicate Gleam
We get tortured for some Cream


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #865225 - 03/03/24 02:25 PM (8 months, 29 days ago)

Gold and Platinum Chains
Lanes up in Brains that caught fire
I lift Trips to bisquick
I trick rip the flipped digits
Ribbit like frog in a mind’s fog
All like this like smog
I turn the cogs
Wheels in my mind
Behind the lines you blind
Waiting for the Sign to Set
On this rhyme I jet
In context I bomb fresh
And ball
All like this I crawl
Get knifed it’s life’s brawl
I’m the Soldier to call

I got flown in the show
All Drug Rhymes as dusty roads crimes
That fold 9s up
I make a 8 Ball Cut
As weight you struck by
I’m fly
Get the knuckles buckle under pressure
Catch my lecture
In the sector I never flex
I wreck
Get respect in the X Trip
All heads flip
I light rip
The tight to sip
My mind’s lit
I rhyme on some Shit
I get blinded on bitch
Sniff Cocaine like Rogaine
I flip it like propane stove explode
All chill like this def mode
All bill wax and fold
Drill until I kill for $100 bills
I mic this up fill up
The tank as I shank over bank
You get spanked over the head
You half dead
And max is whack red
As blood instead

The Golden Bell Elixir
Ran thick Trip
Stick to your story as born Heat
In the Street
I meet up
Dig your feet up from under you
Heart attacks chill as Black
Sack up to fill in Rap Drills
People run away on the Street
As I stroll down now I’m locked in pounds Showdown
All across Town they know I’m the boss as I Raw I Law Crowned
Downtown signed and sealed Wield the Weapons
You half step the rep I readdress all sets in this flex
On hammers
Smokin’ Bammer I jam your sand up
I land in the cut As a Weed Bust
I read the trust as I bleed thus
Make mistake no lake you catch fake as I break
No mistake I break cake out the weight off the plate
For dinner I ate rate off the slaughter I hate
Rip this shit offa Take One


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #865243 - 03/03/24 05:33 PM (8 months, 29 days ago)

I chill for real as old as Platinum is to me fold
Up the children when I reeled in Big Fish
Like comedy skits I laugh shits out my head as blood red
Murder for the Feds to lurk in the burner
I turner of the screws you always lose I always bruise
Dent destroy bleed rent a toy as you breed
My Mic this Seed Up
The read out dial said I went the extra mile on file
While
I flip the style I got tea liver bile
React stack as blind in the max Island of Sand
Brand me landed to the tank G
Heavy Weaponry we catch a lecture be reflecting Constantly
I bomb on P like this tea I drink think I brink of
The link was a thing that does the weak in the knees drugs
On things like that is like rap
I max out the cycle to hype pull up the lights fully
I got that trap as bomb back the exit
Reflect back connect it
Hit extra Trip for extra Flip
I’m tight I take a sip of Water as shot off your raw there
I lock a law are as you dare yo be careful

Grow your own Mushrooms
You choose the kind
Makes you blindness
There’s no risk with Shrooms or Cannabis
You can’t die but you can fry the Shrooms
All like this tight this
In a light whip I seen off the Trip
Skipping Flipping
We double dipping some LSD doses we got from the folks it’s
A different Trip I light it real thick as rhyme rip
I type to slip on my clothes that blow in the wind
As I tight this reminisce about the bright lights
I seen in flights
In tight wielding hype I flipped the Meth and ripe for Dead
I’m a Hashish Head
I wipe off your blood said as I cut the Feds
I buck through lead sprays all over the room as Dead as Ace
Screw one on I hit the Bong
And Trip
We don’t sip we do the real shit yo


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #865250 - 03/03/24 08:45 PM (8 months, 29 days ago)

I copped some Herbs from the apothecary
Including Ganja
I bomb on and on run guns and funds
For tundra
I under number as slumber
Caught from Thunder
Makes you wonder
Get that number Yo!
And blow up
Hit the Show Up
Dragon Gong Fu makes MCs slow up
You get that toe up
Rip the roll in the cut
I kick butt!
I kick that ass I passed class
I flipped the flash and made a dash
Thanks to the Herbalist for some Magic Tricks
I take a hundred licks off some shit

Light into blaze for days
You crazed
Hit the Sun Rays Gold
I hit Water sold as falter told at the altar smoldering cold ring thing
My Soldier bring the Wings
I tight this things
I gotta fight height as right ring menace the exit wound flesh and consume
I’m blessed
I shocked the rest and fresh steps into caress
I extra Mexican Pot journey on the turn heat up
The Weed stuck in my brain
Now I’m lifted like rain
Get it explain the wicked maintain that lick in it to Trip it I sight the ticket
I’m a hype different reflected on the texture that lecture
Seen the lead born as warn for the dice roll Porn as ice cold
I split a mic fold that and Royal cats toil with gats that spoiled
In fact I flip some oil all coiled snake and bake in the Sun to rake in Guns

I make Cash
Easy stash keys in the breezy
Every time my Chi rhyme with seed crime is chrome off the flown heads
As Soldier Soul Dead
I colder than bold as the hold on that sold rap
My Gat
I got a license ill in this twice and for real I slice in some Mandarin Oranges
I scourge of flip
I kick the shit out of a dick
I stick a trim in this mic mix up the Dragon
All I tag is Weed One
I got the Gun from the Sum of all the parts I top charts
I read in art for mark as martial to get a carload of heads
To jack you chill up whack your ass in the plastic scene of Green Bud
All we need is mugshots
Pull up plot on the Pot we never got caught seen it ought to breathe through
I beam this true as my Weed just grew an inch
I drink Herb Teas and rinse ever since


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    #865256 - 03/03/24 11:32 PM (8 months, 29 days ago)

Sometimes I feel like copping a Key
Of Meth
Soldier all night slept the next day as Sun Ray wake him and make him pay
Through the nose all I flipped in flows to tippy on tip toes here it goes
We roll souls
Make the goals and bake the folds off
I rolled soft tripped it Gold off I cold off the stock market shark bit
I might ingest some Shrooms yet
I get new moon no sweat I ride witch’s broom bet
I shed a left and right arm arm the farm with light charm
I’m tight in the barn ignite into harm done
I seen alarm rung heard in numb my eardrum
So fear one of the here it come steer red rum
All my fled the fade as Grayed I tight this played until I’m lifeless
Meth is priceless to hype flip the dice get hot and shot all night
All night flights I’m telling you shit is tight as fuck

I drink sugar
Sweet Tooth
All I reach for in the booth I got juice
I cook gooses and loose sweat the toothless up in the cut
I’m ruthless
Duck the punches and crunch heads
As blood red as Thug said that with the Vietnam License
I chill like Ice and I slice in arrive alive
I shock the dice roll when my mic’s cold I heat it
You can’t beat it the sweet thing all tools ring
All the fools sing with the crews need Wing
I shoot through boot camp and Golden Lamp the amps off champs
Creep like Vampires
I shot the hired Guns up
From the truck with a thump my system pump
I had to light up a chump
I bumped his muffin into stuffin’

Trippy Grass filled the Stash Up
My last cut on major Shrooms cost me shoes up
I do the crews up
I smooth struck and buck off
Lost the raw as saw awful
I sight the saw full pull it tight
I just might strike on a Mic
While I’m in the light with keen insight I’m bright
I smoked a Glass Pipe
And hyped it type to flight gone
Low Straw in the brah
Got the law up to solve
I revolve called cuts into brawls
I shock with knife up I slice up
Take a life cut the Stripes Blood and White love
Like a morning dove with a glove up
I rub raw in the law from the jaw sum
Of it all run the Crenshaw Mafia
What’s stopping me is G I lock it free to pop it
I cop it an OZ of Shrooms I’m lightning


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    #865257 - 03/04/24 02:43 AM (8 months, 28 days ago)

Eye
My mind locked
On raw diet
With Water just try it
Raw plants creep up the champs
Then Amp on the Fast Current to burn it up
Fire the might get higher flipped it for the type of
Lifted
I biz quick as sick I got the Trip
I mix the sticks up with wicked chuck the dick pluck
All I see is 6 buck
My wrist cut
I need it a lot on the dot for plot
I mic up the rot Shot the Sherriff
Hit with the paired with the mix the Dragon wearin’ shit
I barely been hit by the quick one
My 6 Gun was a Sunny Day play with the relay on feel the Hay
Grass Cannabis
Ran it since I cut the check and ripped off the bet that
Dreadlocked fat cat with magic tricks in the bag to tag with
I jam with a Spliff I even Trip on the Water
I call it Order when I sift through and sort crews
In shoes I lock this cruise the output with a round foot

I’m one of the boys
I put it down for the boys in town
I write a round up to the ground it sound pop
I locked a lot of blocks down
Crews fiend to walk around
The gunshot sound off as they stunned popped and shocked
I write the block up as a product
Of straight arrow plate cut
With no Sun Rays but
I smoked Hay as such
Tripped Mushrooms hush
Practice my weaponry every day I Gun Play
I run astray like I made the mic type to strike with
I’m on a bike Trip the ice lick it twice dip
My mic’s lit now
I got the fists POW!
I strike this to strike em out shout out loud!
Flip the whole crown as I proceed to throw down
Skipped the whole town
I lifted clowns get ripped with the slugs
Rapid fire Thugs die just the same as Y words explain
The bullets rain
I Tripped blood down the drain
And cycle the flame
I’m hype and blow up like propane My name is Mike Neidlinger

Everyone’s got a Ganja lock
As show stop
Release the shot as grease the topic freeze up don’t stop it
I rip shit up the product was sick because of how we does it
I doesn’t rub it into
I been through kin too as they sin fluid
Screw it right into it
Kids blew it
Into the tissue as funk an issue I might dis you
I crack a fist pull up a pit bull
And kick it’s ass I got to Fast a lot to be a big shot
But I roll on Pot so I flow dot
I hold my Pot get rolled and clocked
For the sure shot as I’m Gold and I cold
I cold shoulder the bold for to break the mold as World Spin
Like a whirlwind I hurricane with my canes
I tight like heavy rains in the brains
I light like blood stains I just might
Flip it mic up the sickness with quickness
How could you get rich to this?
You bitch ass
I whip the Water Fast for a blast yo


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    #865262 - 03/04/24 05:44 AM (8 months, 28 days ago)

Drug connect as birds fly into the sky
All Pie called a Y Pie Solve
As I ball I revolve around the disc as twist up a J but anyway
I Trip display the wicked pay I mess it up with blood relay
Hits like drugs
Ain’t no thugs not on the Meth
A soldier’s breath I release half step as back left the sack spread on the bed
I mic this up to end the silence of violence intend
To wax wild in it’s purest form past the norm
I flipped it like porn
I rock the shores and sea floors too
I’m hype off a brew that type that flew away
Except my skies were Black or Gray
I despise eyes that shut diet cut the Y gets struck in the night
In the heat of the fight you get beat down all right?
I’m outta sight I’m so tight yo I just might grow
Ganja
I bomb straight on like alarm
I got the charm to harness the power that tower
I ripe like a shower
I strike like the hour of midnight!  12 O’Clock I rock around the clock tonight

I can look into a THC crystal
And catch a fistful
I risk pull on the hits draw down
As law round here they steer clear of the Pot Plants and can’t dance
I took a chance
Flipped a rain song off a bong and live long
As the hit’s on
I just seen some Ganja growing
And I thought of the flowing
Without even knowing I was glowing
Ripped it rolling shocked it Tripped it holding onto Golden
All in the old times my rhymes Spliffs up crimes that twisted
I risk it to ditch Weed with seeds I lifted indeed I trick switch the hit
I got a grip of Drugs
All mountains thugs do about face then get Aced
I got the track laced with facts disgraced gangsters in their place
I done to taste the strains of Ganja
All the Sativa?
I float into a lead word with the G for the Bird as Bird need
I busted a laugh and saw the path
I sold the Cash for the wrath down to ash
I love Cannabis
The dance it gets complex
And hot
A complete dance don’t get shot by a speed freak each day of the week

I died from OG
Rhymes a tree defined as fiend it find it rewind it back on dime sit
I climb lift recline with the diamond Spliff
I shock kids to rock bids off top slid and skid into crews I use the Herb
For murder further to turn over server like fast learner Spliff a burner
Type I turn to like this hype I mic up the 6 with truck rope around the neck
Suspect in check flex that left rap best black as act
I match the scratch with a batch of the masterfully crafted kick that ass with
Craft Cannabis
Damn I rinse and since I lit I bit the rhyme shit on I’m in this to sign the sealed
Deal with the wheels peel I feel that bleed rap scratch as heal match the peel back
Sack I seen on sight the Mac
I master after the rap passed yah I blast through crew like who flew?
Ripe to do the type I true in psych that brew up tight in the clue
For the fuel I flip tool rock it to the talk of the few and clock it don’t stop it crew who lock it


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    #865286 - 03/05/24 12:33 PM (8 months, 27 days ago)

I light Gold Chains up in rooms
You swear it was Gong Fu that did you in
You were right to begin martial arts as part of life
I scored a knife defense lens and murdered the ends
I strike a life long balance with Shaolin
I begin to tight this when
I excite flights with the plight of the Light Wings
I sight unseen human being with cream that dream
I might ski I light G balling tracks calling whack crews all in the snap fools
I’m relaxed with tool I don’t fool around on the ground is where you found
With a round spit in the head you dead a bloody mess
I confess I sprayed Techs and I got an AK no delay
We set sail and make bail if we jailed
I type to rail against the Soul of violence
I folded cold then the smile in this makes me sick
I tight knit with the flights ripped off the ends
I begin a round of self defense practice
I’m tough to match kid
You could practice for decades with blades and still get faded
I’m the Gray Alien with the pale complexion across the section

We excellence
With the hard liquor represent
You crew what you do is resident drew back and capped
Rapped a stack up get your shit back up punk
I sunk a chump
Chunked his lump
Then released back on the Streets greased with the pump
Serving one sum of the Gun that’s hung back
With the sack layed you flat
I max chill and don’t pay tax I fully waxed up

The Strap struck as back buck plus
I got my Mac up I’m rusty blade in the shade

I’ve got the Chronic Strapped with the bomb my Gat sings a song
So long like Long John I fully come on now
I Soldier powerful
With the sour mash bully up Fast to the pulled heat in trash
Got Fast with the Gats
As tracks map up the sped head relax
We kill and then max at will to pay a bill
I released Trillion with the skill
I missed the children case dismissed as I chill then


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