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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865821 - 03/31/24 06:39 AM (15 days, 5 hours ago)

Candy Canes
Flying in the lanes of brains
Acid Stains
Lightning Stripes fame
As a fighter
I’m a rhyme writer I hit the heights there
All beware
This F Share as they left bare
I def air twisted Set rare
I’m gifted I spot a thread as turn red
Bullet in the head
Homicide how you ride
I turned it inside the mind and design
Shift the lift line off the time
I crime criminal
Light it tight it minimal residual payment
All pain kept the flame lit
I tighten with the write in this
Explain drift over the line as time
I spot a 9 in the crowd as Soldier Down
I lift in the lounge as bound
Right it round the type to twist one

Shoot up Heroin

Puff Meth and blow up
All crews hold up
Like Gold struck
Except these checks reach back steps
The threat is you could catch it
The latch lifted
The sack itching to smoke more as War
I tight it tore as white out
What you down about?
Smoke some Meth and round it out
Serve a full round with the Pound
I clock it found the shock Trip
I box bitch in to stock sent
I be bent beyond measure I treasure
Light as a feather my rhymes they get to the core
As pour the brains fortunes through chains
I light brains
Tight this to flight with the steps
I check back with the left for breakfast
Catch a head Trip
You dead flip
Might just intend to twist
Life in the mist with the risk
I dissed
I got the hissing snakes
Back bend aches I light in shapes
Shades of Gray as slay
Decay might just rain
I got the chain
I lock it in flame

Medicinal Plants
We dance half that shit
Tore as Torture with the warm glow from solo I roll
In control I fold up the Gold
Has it hazard I flipped the data up the ladder on Herbs
I light this birds up
I word up hit the curves turns twist lightning bolts get kissed by this jolt
I been here before tore from War as core what’s in store?
I wax and wane the brain off thin born as lane in the strange way it came
Light this flame up
Your brain dusted trusted that back as fold the map up
I’m sacked up cheap on legal Herbal
I need Ganja to smoke and word below the first one is a Gun
I’m from the Sum
All of this knowledge become bottomless when you swallow this here
Try to steer on a mushroom I tuck too as they hear
Of the custom
We rush one as just Gun came out
Let me explain about the Psychedelic?
No.  I’d rather have you try it and Bell it Platinum
I can’t describe it scatter when one comes from the Sun


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/31/24 02:59 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
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Posts: 1,908
Loc: Seattle
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865831 - 03/31/24 03:37 PM (14 days, 20 hours ago)

The eyes turn into 1
As the Sun thrives
Water Wise
I burned up in minds
I need a burn up as turn up with kinds of Herbs word up!
I can’t get them they sweat men over these Herbs as keys
Light up the Gs clock rock a aqueduct
I block up stuck to unstuck
In the struck buck back as rusted jack I trusted that
Straight off the map as acts these facts all beats backwards come towards center
I enter straight at the bent torn as worn
I like this tight this the unborn can’t right this
I might just
Turn the World onto herbs as curves
I earned degrees light up cheese
I murder in the keys
I seen a breeze blow
All leads into the fold I hold up wait
To sold that relay rolled up with the skate
On Gold wheels peels like cake I got the 8 ball behind me weight
As I got it take it follow the great date this rate as drink this shake right here Yo

Carrots
The power of the deep orange root and it’s related to Ginseng to boot
All the Vitamins you could megadose shoot up comatose
As I handle the most manageable coast into the toast crispy toasted
I wrote this on the hope slip up the dope skid into the hidden motive
I coated candy all brand heat as top the Street the Gun Heat Beat
I run the beef is a reach this peak
I eat it sheet white as creased crisp and leaflet spread
All meet this intend like the thesis
All that greets us is sweet I lock a G up
All the feed in handcuffs like the land rust on trust that
Gun back in the rack with the mic jack I Ice CLACK CLICK!
Rewrite with a magic stick all magic trick
I key in on lantern wisp of the willow
I real mellow Gold as Cold in this twist up rolled up Spliffs
Then I rolled up I hold up the Gold Dust as I bust
I like this adjust to how I flush
Out and down for the Crown how you like me now?
I service flower power as furnace heat burn the Streets up
To the beat tough as Weed rust the metal kettle boil hello settle for Royal
I sweat so I loyal to the game as I burn up in flame

We find Y 9 as Raw
We smoke Ganja up the Ball
As Wall Crawl
Slightly in the law with all the height be
I flight on a G who tight with B and C Notes
I fleet of coats and loads of Guns rode the stagecoach
As the blade most occur to blur
I sight incur the writing with the white Wings in the night brings
My mighty swings and thrusts I trust that as I shave I brave into the A
I Gun up spray till the Sun Up
We run up on your Gun tucked as bucked
I run ruckus out the truck as a buck itch in your pocket around a Ganja clock hit
So stop it
We chalk it up murder stock it word as burner further earned
I churned out the Ghost for the floats as toast
I make it most with the votes for Gun smoke lit the coat
Now that’s all she wrote until the antidote
Chill and its the will and you won’t
Bonus own just as the stone adjust
I bust that back and crushed a hat on the map with raps
I hijack the sacks of the caps
I lead into perhaps I mind the max for the acts up


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/31/24 06:36 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865840 - 03/31/24 10:47 PM (14 days, 13 hours ago)

The Town Drunkard
Release a lunch meat on the Street the Hot goes as Heat Shots up the Sheets
Ganja and Meth recite the breath as Psychedelic Mushrooms Shrink and Grew
I link with the Crew as new I drew in the silencer trash can
The violence while thrash can the last hand on deck to respect
Bleed in check I recess the Heat Test as best beat reflex
I detest all the Street Thugs and Gangsters hang and rank in the club
I smoke dank and Chug Drink
The Drunkard think I’m not a punk
Word up
I serve in the cut with Beef on the funk for brief?
No.  I prolonged on the Street grew on the Speed we all knew

Infected
From the Caffeine Syndicate
We been to flip and flashback Trip as last ditch we ran this hit up
Sit up and get up switch the dead up
Fill your head up with drink and think in the sink that drop it back
With the baseball bat all head get cracked SPLAT!
I max a track off the rap map fact that my man has it hazard flipped the data
All crews scatter when they see me coming G from the seat as hum
I Gun one up to strum
For fun I run numbers down as I lumber around
I gain ground flipped the pounds of Pot
The Chronic make the town twitch as throw the switch lift on crisp
Dragon flag hanging wave the banner brave like Dave

I got a Rolex
Grooving to the music
The crew in two step get thrown out the room expert
Left that head back twisted all red
Bled and the mend I intend to rock this till the end
Bent off entrance I fence with the letter swift
As knives
I lighter fit the tighter fridge with drink in it take a swig
Then another then another
Soon we brother on the Moon Smoking Rolex groove
Into the room heat up the boom beam hum as tunes sweet
Hum my goon freaks all speak the beat box
Heat rocks and G Glocks
Rolex Watch


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/31/24 11:55 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865843 - 04/01/24 01:08 AM (14 days, 11 hours ago)

All G on the Beat
Hollow Tips to reach and breach the each his Test as least Red as Blood Death Come
All left hung in the rest rung
I Dead Strung
As become numb I flight with Gun all arrested run
I Set some for a wet one as head sprung
All Lead flew Tongue blue as guess who?
It’s the Left Crew who step through
All bets few as we bled fuel all tool come through like rule
I spit the true
As noon as sunrise to sundown I lit the crown
How you like me now
I spit a round out and MCs found out
I come down round about
I’m fed stout
As licensed read about me to without Tree I master the Platinum Chains
And light brains

Caustic
I’m raw spit up a Run for Gun
All Sun
All from the network Tree Branch and Set work
My head pick right up off the lead bust as dead trust as Feds cussed
My medical card I go hard for the shards
I mark cards flip retards out their seats charmed as freaks
I bust beats in the Street with Heat or without I defeat
I ran these sheep flock as the beat stop and drop
I fin to cop Herbs as lock words in the Proverbs
I lock thirds up
I spit a nerve cut as they swerve and bust off
Cost the sauce on raw for the law as shattered jaw

Drug Rainbows
We came slow
Chillin’ with the Gold
As Killed in the Platinum Water Fast and Trip chance to answer hazard
I bastard lit the casket wicked it
Plastered
I cast your last word off Bird
Heard as Murder Thunder
From under come the One Burn
As turn the tides and ride
I flipped the line as dripped all the time
I spot and rewind shock the diamond
I climb in reclined and I sign then
I Dot the prime recommend every end as they shot you dead
Rhyme spent to invent the bent
Cash as rash heat the stash for a flash cause the blast pause


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/01/24 01:35 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865844 - 04/01/24 04:19 AM (14 days, 8 hours ago)

Rebirth
Got the Fast Hat
All speed dispersed
The Gat hang called the Strap
We defeat the beat eat up with heat
Beat up the sweet
Gun reek of the Bloody Keep that money up
Sum one up to from the cut as swum up river
Shiver behave deliver like blade
Made in the grade behave
All light this like the day with Sun Ray
My Gun Play start ever lesson fresh and
I bless when I stress
Got the Fast Hat manifest
The rap dressed like dressing
I’m stressing out over fresh then
No doubt

Spit it jazz up the beat
The Wizard
Come the meat and bones
The bonus own just as prone to thus
Busted back as jacked
Crushed that
With the Fasting Hat
My blasting hazmat I’m jacking
Got backing for the rapping
Slapping up capping
Black ink I think I sink
Into it to screw it in
Losers win when the loose ya’ll swim
In the Dragon the flag then
Hang as bang with the slang
Release the swang
Fangs sink in I think then
That the bread sped as edited
I bet it did
Like that slid
The mics up for bid
Just like this
Trust that yo bust a cap
With the Fasting Hat

Cap a candy
Canned Heat
Over a jazz beat
Run the Street
Meth heat
On the best Weed
We fiend for seen it to gleam
On the same team with the aim Green
Herb and that’s word
We heat it up verb
Got the Fasting Hat
Superb
Raps wrap around curve
Got the Splash Bird
I’m Fast third and casket with the earnings turning out
I’m burning down around
All the ground pound as hip hop sound
I like this like noun
Down
As the Crown all across town
I lit the frown to a smile
All profile
With the Fasting Hat all the while
I mastered the style


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/01/24 04:31 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865845 - 04/01/24 05:56 AM (14 days, 6 hours ago)

Who’s got the Weed?
Yo we spark one before they hard they soften
All off it often we coughin’
Servin’ up sauce and I lost the band
Damn!
Just like that I strike back
Like a Hawk
Just like that walk
I stalk of plant answer back with raps
Perhaps any meaning scratch on the leaning
Awesome!
With the sauce and I run the program
Lost the band again
Damn!
I landed on land
My ship was a blip
Before I took a rip I dipped
In the surf for turf
Like ask your worth for the glasses gold rims
Soldier slim in the fold you win
I got the cold who’s dim?
Who’s got the Weed?

I planted a seed
It grew into a Tree
Yo we got the Weed!
So who’s about it?
I rounded down to thirds
For birds chirp
I seen a lurking branch sitting
In the Aspen
I got the flask and I dabbed a bit
I took a big hit
I just found the band
I like this to cold demand
Put out your hands
And state is brand
Like this to type Trip on the wagon
Drew off the anger cost
The boss who tangle
Toss like spider web
I answered ebb
Yo I lost the band
Good thing I was in demand
I serviced for the sand dry
I handout why I ran down
The sign was mine
To the time
Yo We Got The Weed!

I’ve seen Methamphetamine
Who’s got the Weed?
I shock it speed up
No slow down
All roll now
Magic with the bag of tricks flag it
I lost the band
Damn!
I psycho in demand watch the lights blow
Up all night so
I’m a night bird
I lost a third of the sheet
I got it sweet
The reefer was Sativa
Tropical all Pot spot
On the dot
I got shot at
Yo who’s that running with a gat?
I off the map
All this blood and rap
I cycle back
To the hat I got
Yo the band got shot!
I licensed with Pot
I toss in the plot
A blunt rap to see the Sum back
With the Sun and the flask
Of Hash Oil
Yo we got the THC!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/01/24 06:09 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865859 - 04/02/24 06:59 AM (13 days, 5 hours ago)

Ganja is the herb that started it all
You ball?
Yo we heat up and sweet with the Reefer
Each teacher complete your keys you’re bleeding
I’m superseding all the heat Wings
My teacher Wings the thing is I swing it
Like a Master this track has to be see G?
I breach the feed for skis later like skater
I clip the blade there just fader with the see yah later
I dim plater for the majors I inflate force off tours in War
For the score we cycle more the rifle hit the heights you soar
We smokin’ Sativa all breeze be in the Kilos
We got as much as we want to smoke
We choke all provoke off the smoke we Gun Toting
Wrote this Wing in the soaking floating through
All crush groove smooth in the move
For the title I rival who did the title sing the suicidal
Hinge on bridal freak each day of the week I shot the sheets
Clocked the beat turned over Jeez this is keys in the Ts
With the fleeing all in this being the Weed Wings
I sing the time I key in the mind with the behind the times
Blind shot the line I recline turn on a dime spot the shine
It’s all in the mind smoking Ganja for the times to spot lines
We Dot climb up the mind struck by the diamonds

You gotta puff Herb Once
As you fire up this front and struck with the buck fifty plus
All sucka crews cut and bruise
Blunts go around the method I choose I flow round
Been bone diggity down with the Crown as I frown
I could split the round up with the Pounds Strut
I make the muck of the mud of the ruckus Blunts burn fuck this Yo
I’m tired of bro and sis not in the mix with magic tricks
Hocus Pocus flow fits to toke this with I wrote it broken in
At the Gambling I handle my Wings so well as I gel
I light in this to propel
But mainly I just chill
Kick back on the real
Peel caps?
No we weed whack
Breed with stacks I grow the casket closed on Raps I exposed
The graft on Tree with G they lack this ripe rose up the type twitch
It’s how you mic it
I strike it up
The band all across the land I got in hand all the dollars I grab
Slip through fingers linger but I bring yah
A banger out the hanger with the language there
Flow the Green Lantern in midair while you do tear it up

Compile a Dope Style
Open the file folder
All you scared of cold air blown the where it shown the clone
MCs piss and moan in the breeze the Sun Shine Shown
All alone I light a bone and bake it get stone
Wake it to make it take it with the cake sliced
I’m laced with Ice
Break the device as I shake lit it twice
What is this?
Dice rolled lifted Gold that sip trick and unfold the payroll
All the pockets stay swoll I clock it
Bread in my head and they medical
For the incredible rock the retina
Block up the Pot Spot with the Dot on
I shot gone the rock no one to flow one
For they Show the Gun
And write this Sum
It’s all I rung and like this you get stung
I might twist one up for fun
To show you how it’s done
I’m like a lung twice in the slice
I mind my eyes on the prize
Chill with the Size Kilo Bags
Of Ganja Magazines for the drama
I give you no comment


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/02/24 04:47 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865871 - 04/02/24 07:00 PM (12 days, 17 hours ago)

The Water Ball
Bends my head like meds I Set it
Back to Wet it again
Deadlift 350 I switch Speed up
All I need is a Bottle and a Water Jug
And my sorrow
To pull the plug tomorrow
I light it how far it go?
Will the wind blow?
And take away the day a Sun Ray
Travelled like my Hay
Down to habit I stab it up
I ran the cut down till you drown
All smile unlike a frown of a clown
I rock this town as stalk with Down
I lock it you gotta get Top Set
As the box bet I stop it the threat
On top of the bet you off it to slept
As I raw heat the breath
That Gun Test
That one next to me
The skid sum heat to beat
From it sweet like sweet nothings
I’m pumping up one ring the lyrics sing
Just like that Cap Wing
I bastard with the Sting
It’s fact that I happen to be at Bat Again
It gets tragic in everyone’s magic trick
The flag it down to bag it
Handle hits the Cannabis Lift
I drift into recede the Trip Speed
We done it past what we need
The Sun bleed

It’s the Bullet you ate for breakfast
The extra clip the Sunset
Rainbows let me dig in my pocket for A Holes
I Spray Gold all over the Set
I’m at my threshold
I wear away the mold like Guns I stole
I’m on a pole out of control
With the central command cold
Hot Damn It’s Who I Am
I ran the jam drunk as a skunk
Any punk gets the lump chunks
Dunked on basket I Fast hit up the last whip
I Tripped it
Got the connect and flipped it
Now I dead hit
The necklace look Fresh Kicks all Nike Airs
And underwear be careful when you stare
I paired up with the fresh bucks and clucks
Careful you about to pull a tear down the pull
I’m constant on bomb the threat your mom Wet
In the Set I jet to the next step
I crept up the block to Set it walk
Head up the threat embedded in the Set it
I dead hit the leaded up
I keep my shit tucked under the what number you want?

I don’t have beef with my herbalist
Like the mist
I haze in the morning days went
I spent the A Spray Spent
All over the bent
I been insane check that
I left rap back at the static lamp lit I’m magic
I got it in the bag with hits
I tag it on walls my tag balls
I’m WEED ONE from the install rung
Forever hung at tracks one lung collapse
I jack for the sacks I seen on tax
Backpedal scratch I settle for the kettle boil
I Toil
Drank a Ginseng waiting for my hit to sing
There it go Wing
I tight this King of the Ice it’s the Mike Fresh
Inside your step I hot best the top threat
On your block jet I confess
I bomb the Set as progress I lock Sets
I Glock the calm with the palm controlling who’s on
I write your mom she’s the bomb
I got the yarn for the farm to flip it onward
I’m the bomb Bird with the magic wand word
I write rhymes absurd thinking the blur
I’m winking at the cat that sat on your lap
I give dap to the Herbalist
My Insurance hit the murder quick
In the list step back
The fresh max as head cracked
Picked any Shrooms you rest rooms
I got the best goose for the let loose
I spit the dead stew in the Witch’s Brew


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/02/24 09:02 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865881 - 04/02/24 09:47 PM (12 days, 14 hours ago)

Shooting Snakes
Bake you awake all night for tight
I flight is 8 Ball?
No we 9 and spot that climb into lens
Blinded by the reds
I type the feds this mic gets dead
When I spread my connect
I reflex back step check it heat checks
I bleed the rest I measure
Extra portions of course it’s the Meth
I seen it death as gleam offer your lean
Proper with the beam
I coffer up it’s struck I buck back
On the trap my mic level is rap
I seen intact got the beam back in the lean
Smoke some Green with that
I see it it’s a trap to feed with
Got that dap the Speed hit
The weed went out the cement route
I pay heed to the seed in twitch
All I see is the 6
Snakes I shoot to boot
I lace with root I got the fruit
To shoots and leaves down on knees
Praying begging please with this disease
I shook the Trees
I top with skis
Lock these degrees I sneeze
I Soldier squeeze the trigger
Figure that with a bigger Gun for fact
I mean it’s jacked what people mean in rap

Mobile Homes
Blow the breeze that tore up
The score was the Weed and Guns
For ones I spot sums one like it up in the hype Trips
My mind thick but I spike it just like it trick
I mind itch up the plan to understand Mobile Phones Jam
The lesson is fresh in I got asbestos with the left lane closed
I should have supposed that roll is the cold
Handle biz with Gold until the mold broke fizz
Pop the stop as Glock cocked
I rocked stopped it flat in no seconds to check it
Back to bed with the lesson I profession
I strap you guessin’ what question?
I drop the special ed cop that stop that
I mock rappers who drop hat and scatter
Or the matter I caught the L up in the gel
Through the Streets I propel
All my sheets swell in my pocket
To knock it you could clock it
And still get boxed in I stop Sin
Right on target with the market I start shit
The harp picked I dark as quick on your mark get Set
I drop a Tech Squeeze in the left breeze

A bong makes a song
I lit it long smoking Weed on every day is a Holiday
I’m solid with it maintain the following
Crews hollowing out the dugout canoes
For twos and threes I got cheese that’s rare
I scare a kid with Shrooms later as I snooze through Trips
I drip brains
My brains lit in lanes on Meth
But before all that I crept the Streets to the beat
Heat up heat
But before that I got the BOMB WEED SET
I shock you bet I lock fools
I got it on top with the product and it’s awesome
Catch the sensation every gray shift like raindrops bent
I flame hot as the same steam with the Cream
I’m sight unseen as a Young Teen smoking Green Bud
All release the thug thud
On the floor by the door all I saw was poor Speedfreak
In the heat sleep I busted a sheep catching bleep
In the front row seat with the defeat on the sneeze
Everyone needs bonghits to breeze so I solve quiz
I’m like this like the wiz I did shit you wouldn’t believe
As a Bird all I say is word up


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/02/24 11:19 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865882 - 04/02/24 11:42 PM (12 days, 12 hours ago)

We cop the Kilos of Ganja
Bomb on there the reprogram the show
For flow I light it low still tight with the right with the height
I shot it to fight with the dodgy subject
The sublet has the rub backwards the rest as I jack for Birds
Collect connect the spectrum analyze in sections
Rap profession I spot the S in the Top for Pops nonstop
I light it hot to flights with the knock on wood good as I stood

I went through the roof and chipped a tooth on the fruit drinks
My movie stinks until I groovy with the Gold Links
I sold it to the blink folded that holds that rap as Golden Cap
All sold through the back we run it tracks
Fiend about the stats off the Planet
I plan to flip Birds as words the limit
We clock digits
It’s all in the growing and knowing the grower from the course of the Word
I lock it to burn the title down hold your round

I can see
I’ve got Seven Eyes and Nine Lives like a cat
You come back on a Ganja Track like Hawk split your walk
Chill and you go talk Enlightenment
Take flights on Wings with sight cold brings
The tight with the Light that swings
I could see all over I lit over the shoulder with the folder
Full of Secret Documents
I rock it since the Stop you Set
Offa Wet
Who in this bet I reach for the Tech 9
As I speak Wise Words for Birds
To catch it burn in the ratchets my sack hits
I back twitch arrest congested and dead flipped
I light the hip with a 6 Gun no Stun we Kill
And tight this ill as flight risk
I sight to exist as I hype
Rich with the talking hands as brands
Down flags I rag tag
Shot it in the bag and lock it
I pop it flag the Hawk and Dragon
With the Birds as word flip the tag then heard as first to 33rd
We got the Word of Buddha
To push it through yah
Deadhead and wax and say Dreadlocks
All the flocks got it on the Watch the Time
As rhyme blinds the minds I stop and Sign Tracks
Always come back

As long as I can Ball
I call
Your name Set in flame
Lightning Stripes on White backgrounds flights
Take off and bake
Rake it in the Dragon begin
I hate it the weight cut for high end product
The shock shut the box tucked
Into the guts I strut
Nothing is never enough for One Wing
I sing of this with the fists and weapons
All step into the true as left ends
Brew
As wept in a pool drink the tears like beers
I sight and steer through flights I fear no one
I sew the Gun up with drugs I flow Cuz I’m rubber
I come from under with Thunder
Claps the hummer I foam styrofoam as I light the tone up
I bone bucks with the zone cut
As all alone I buck off
The truck stuck raw as law sho nuff
My jaw is on the spot for the dot to shot up
Shoot to fruit as I scoot you over like clover patch
I roll in batch of Hay I display the Sun Ray
Bright as one daylight might be a day of insight
Within flight


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #865892 - 04/03/24 04:14 PM (11 days, 20 hours ago)

Serious Territories Of The Bird
I wax and word up back meant the sacked up
I black struck an Eyeball with the Y Ball
My mind stall and call names out
The flame out
Run the Sun Rays down
For the claim Town Painted Red as Down
And full of lead I pop the Head
As Glocks that Bled all over
Till you Soldier I flip the roller for Gold there
As Bold as air cold as the snowfall
I blown Balls up as Solid cut
But they must have it thus as tragic
Magic we tag it in the flag bent on a cent
I enter adventure with one core at the center
I get your
Rent’s due as crew stew in it brew
All fluid and get down to it
I screw it in
I cycle begin with the White Rifle
I type to stifle bust a Bible Out
And Buddhist Sutras no doubt
I scream and shout
While I’m in flame I tight aim to explain how
Around a round came around and sound like Bullet found
I pull it back like a sack of Ganja still I bomb on one Hawk
As I stalk of Trees lotteries won with One Gun
One Wing to sing with I bring with the Sting Trip
Get a grip yo and sniff Blow

I bust back beam for leaning backwards for Cream
In the sack that works extreme we off balance
Drunken Technique hard to challenge
As I unseat the valiant with the talons and the Dragons
I bag this to the magazine feature of the Gun as Reefer
You get hung by your seat there
Complete bare fresh as air I light this beware
I’m Drunken
Sunken in the treasure light as a feather
I got my measure of Wine and Sign as I blind
With the design I shot a line in prime for the mind to a diamond
All with this Eye enter the center of the inventor
I adventure over the land do stunts and seeking Blunts to smoke
I’m a wandering Bud Toker
Homeless with no Cellphone to fish for
I’m risk more than lift core as Ice
I shock all the body for the top to speed the topic breed
Lots of meat on the bones I cycle the prone as Ice you explode
I rode the wave I get it rave after the Ecstasy I’m a Party Slave
With the hard heat
I only practice the Drunken Technique

I was a famous fighter
Rhymes I write there
In the night air
As I ignite light from the flame of the lighter to light my pipe
I dusted swipe off the back of the rack
To still and stay jack
Off no lack we come back
Sacked up
The rap struck it back like come back with the clack click
Rhymes like this itch the scratch
For a batch we cooked goods and stood
On one foot for it should come up rough and stump your chump
With the bumps of Cocaine we soak in lanes and blow Propane
I light this to try and tight me you see the degree
I light a key up
I speed struck as reduction
Of the function
Everyone needs One Wing
And light this to flight this the Sing used to fly to in the Sky True
As true blue
Head through the clouds and pump it out loud
We got the system bumping now off drugs and Grown Around Town
I flipped it with the Trips I licked
I stripped down the bitch and saw a stitch
I cussed and dissed the bitch
I’m tight knit


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #865906 - 04/03/24 09:45 PM (11 days, 14 hours ago)

This guy had a nervous disorder
So I sorted through his crew as prescribed Gong Fu and Wine
I spit the 9 for shell toes
I bell through the Hell Gold
I tell told Sign
I rock the line as I sign off
I raw enough to cuff with the buck split
As I run it
I’m a certified on the Street Homicide waiting for Jones to collide
I’m bonafide ripped the ride into the riptide
As I slip slide through the crowds out loud
All Down
I rock it around nonstop with the sound
I clock it pounds to shock it with the topic
Was Drugs and Prospective Plugs the Product
I tighten the thugs up with the rug pulled from under the once was tough
Now just a dub waiting to happen
Yo let’s get it cappin’ and slappin’ up in action
Mix the fraction with six the Dragon
Before I tour I flag in this for War
I got it the hoard of jewels four four you lose every time
I mind style with the slim profile
I set it Soul as Old with the Sold for $20

I’m a skinny twig
Lifted off fig tree and Skunk Weed
Ganja Herb as heard I verb is thirst quenched
Back benched the press as left the Sets back in
I jack in the Wagon for the Magazine for the beam
I rock it lean the topic was the shot hits
The box to bits
A lot of frisk Down
For around town I light this right this round as I tight
I saw Adam and Even Ignite in a fist fight
I seen the night creep in my sleep I counted sheep
As I busted the peep with the weep I keep
I skidded the Weed in
So you could begin training
All explaining Down the old lanes and I brand with the sand
I got the beach bum numb with the Cocaine Lung
I assorted form the distorted rung as cohorts
Of the Stun force with the Horse and Buggy
I bust a drug heat off the Street
I got the Gun reach excrete venom
I seven then to end it I rendered spent the bent entrance left as intense
As I came in flame to Set my name I light aim for the brain

Crippled
Assault on the armed robbers and dance
I chill and hobble around with the sound of time passing
I’m lasting the inning begin to thin in the sink I drink Water
I caught it for it to cough your links up with drinks up
I get it clink shut
The binge for on the stunt for half pint runt
I seen what’s up
I’m advanced enough the answer the phone and dance
Dance
Dance
In a trance with true romance with my Ganja Plants
I light the stance up
I gang up to hang up
I sit and sang up
The ran cut
Shit in the what win what inning stint in the beginning wink
As blink so what you think I shot a crinkly cut hinge squeak 8 days a week
Sideshow freak before you speak
Make sure you eat and seat for the disease to tore through keys
Busting a creek once as Water flow and glows me
Fool you owe me money for Spring Break Monday I run Trees


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #865911 - 04/04/24 02:38 AM (11 days, 9 hours ago)

Eat Ganja
Turn Gold
Wax on and off the fold I uncreased as I rolled
I strolled the trails I bail and make it set sail naked
I take it back and rake it stack
Break it back
Hate that track that’s whack
They come to jack
Flow flak and relapse in the chance to have it stab it up
Crabs in the cut advanced answer your Cancer for land in there
Around and bare naked
To take it shake it and bake it I get it great
Slid in on Skates to begin I light this dim
Tonight this hymn is sung release the lungs with chugs of Gold as Cold
Sold as the told tale all rail off
I’m stale soft
The wayward lost as I floss Hay word as boss the cost
My hold in high sold and signed bind the contract with the bomb raps I hijack
The rhyme back intact for fact I mastered it
Last to turn trick was bastard with the glitch I advance toward the source and flipped
I tight knit slice through rip
Rains drip as I sip a Water Lift
I caught it sport of the four fifth

We about to Shroom and blow up the spot consume on the Dot
Gong Fu
I like it a lot to Trip that talk as walk it Hawk Ganja blow up bomber
I’m so calm I’m word up no drama
I float the comma in the sentence to get back left the head Dead for that
I medically fact is I head heat up the Street
To the beat I rocked a sheet of LSD
I dropped the keys for you to say please
It’s tough to rhyme about Psychedelics
All I gel Ls into the bells that ring tin
I seen it from within clock the breeze skate and lock some Trees
We got the rap game on it’s knees
Decapitated!
See your head straighted it’s so bent on entrance invent this
The when it hit the funk flex for beat text to release stress
I seen the mess of society
I Fry to try to rise above it
That’s why I love it
Psychedelic

The light Crescent Moon from above
Shines love on the rub
I drug a thug up
To plug the number contact as bust back with react
Contact with the strap you must be a Vet no sweat
I seen them in the Tech that flex
Rewrite checks I back the hex for what’s left of the Dragon’s Breath
Quiet as Kept I creep up no stress I drum beat the Fest
Like you suggest I swell swole on the Buds Drum Roll
These Thugs like it cold
They Meth heads bold as Feds Dead
The Gold I Set then I expend my license with Ice and I roll twice in
I slice and dice and chop a asshole up the last whole sum
With the Gun the Soldier rung
Come up number one Love in a slumber
To you glove the Dub Sack murder in fact the server
React intact with the Strap that release rap I feed back

And Stack Ganja again I’m on it for The Win


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865923 - 04/04/24 11:23 AM (11 days, 1 hour ago)

Exposed for flows
I’m a Light Wing rhyme writing in hiding shell shocked in the Spell
I tell I dwell with this
Cat back and flex with the Gat Stress
I relax
Feedback to see the strapped I meet the max with tracks I recite raps
Had a chance to dance now in the lead for Speed?
I busted Weed hot the Gs shot up
For Product
Release the law cut and sho nuff raw cut I flow on drugs
I like Cocaine and low in the pain to froze in this insane
I low way in the Play for a day dismal
All hits minimal for the stint you pull off stunt
For what you want I licensed for the Front like Mike Tyson
Except I’m a real fighter rhyme igniter
Lit your cigarette light there
With my squad bare bones with phones
I get it in the homes of the Dead Heads
I release Feds on the East End and bled

The Buds
A Yo grow up like your plants and dance
The crop is finished with the tops called Spinach
Glocks are unheard of from The Bird Dove
I release a word as curve for the third to turn and burn
I learn license like this I churn the twice lit hype strip the swipe the sack
It comes back and react to feed heat jack the max
On tracks I solid Gold Facts with the Platinum Chains in lanes of the brains
I’m white I lock the strange insight in flight
You could get it right on and thumbs get drawn back
For the stack I max
I track for record as skip it second
All the fresh left in the dresser drawer for War
I came here before with the gore
Politely I score a sack and float it to coats I choke on the smoke
We provoke Gold Chain Rope and thoughts with every toke
I drink Scotch

I was UTI
Run the track and field and ply multi
Got the solid feed on more than a War then
I cycle men through the flew in the ruins
I true then to my roots
As I shoot I pollute
Minds of children who wielding these weapons and steppin’
They threaten to kill as ill as wet in this will I check Trips
Chill and bet flips handle it to the manhandle twist the vandal
Desist in the wrist it’s like a Soldier shot and missed
All the glory for the story from born heat on the Street
I like this come sweet while they compete
I’m within reach to touch as featured in the Cold Crush
My soul flushed through the rough room
As spin a tune I mix in the crew with the flew fly Birds in the sky
I don’t even have to try I get high drinkin’ after sign
I sprinkle up my ink pull the license in the cut for shut
Case in the place I feed the face as waste makes it Great Again
On this plate spin like the World turns and burns you begin
To hold true as tight glue I split the tool Tripped it in school
Licked it and sick as a fix mix into the wickedness
I simply adjust as I bust on they trust adjusted wrong
Yo smoke a bong


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    #865933 - 04/04/24 06:40 PM (10 days, 17 hours ago)

The raindrops keep falling
I’ve been calling myself the A Bird
As I follow with the hollow bones I swallow some Hashish
Smoke some Gold Leaf
As sold brief for the fold this beneath
I solid wallet for the Trip you call it I ball it up and all of it struck me
At once
Like a cold front my Guns mellowed like jello to the fellowship
Of the Ganja Trip
I’m in this Mike means business I distance myself
My health is ill as still until you get killed in
The real end so yo save the children in the oil rig drill then
Pollute with fossil fuels rule the school
All tighten I’m so far out of sight when I light
I might as well say goodnight
So I take flight and write rhymes
About smoking Pot Holding for the shot that Golden Wing
Soul through as King
I plot the sing the dot
A lot of it
I follow the Trip where it takes me
Chill and bakes me
I’m out for the Lady Bird
And that’s word up
Order of the Dragon in the Hang With The Gang rang then we talk the slang

Singing that
Singing this crisp flat dead and blackened burned turned out
The murder route gone for the once worn as done door knob
Flow it’s throb for the job on it
Dog gone it
We three prong lit so sing the song a hit
I write lyrics with a bong
I tear it up real strong I say so long if you don’t got the Ganja on
I light a long J up to play with the stay crisp
Tight flipped might dripped light lit
Type to fit in within the system envisioned the dish satellite
I’m down for right I done it slight in the night
I flight take it white heat bake it taste it
Make the place fit as naked
Before I break it
Take it shake it
Lift it rake it down
I light the noun in this Crowned resist the copy clown for sloppy and pound shot off
In the hot heat
I run the Street everyone flee
I gun the G as someone who P
I T up to Tree up to ski up and feed the Aqueduct further
For another burner

All Bullet
Walls to pull it from the Sun
That’s Bullshit
One
I strung on One Gun I sum
Twisted numb lifted rung
Kick back with a Kilo of the peel slow feel good real good
It’s understood you shook on one foot
I look into the hook
A crook cooked the books and took all hold that as Soul Cat
Rolled that
Balled and off the wall we crawled
Service for the stall and fall
Out of the sky shy
Don’t wonder why I heard it High
I busted the Y trust that
You busted back yo it must mean love for a dub sack
I murder flat in the curve as server further dap
Given to women and children equal in the killed in
The people all chill until I instill the freak show
All peep slow I bleep the Gold as fold as real cold sold
Out the mold flipped it fold
All rifle CRACK!  Tell told



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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #865947 - 04/05/24 05:23 AM (10 days, 7 hours ago)

Water
Catch your last court order
Smoking Pot assorted dots for plots to stock with
I rock shit talk it Hawk on the one Gun that hock spit up a lung
I rung
Platinum
With the sack it come from the Tropics to knock it out the box with
I shot a long round from up from the ground the sound left you down
In the head so Trip Fred and drink Water instead
I got it caught for short for sport retort with the War
Hit the floor for more lit this Joint pour a glass of Water
I could catch it recorded half dead and sorted
Through the track head
I master bled as fed a little rascal and I’ve said
It’s no hassle asshole I licked the glass Gold
My last fold up to hold up
I sold struck the hockey puck for luck
Chuck the duck from it for the gun hit
The number one bet as threat plummet from the sky wonder why?
I high in the eye lifted try to stick it to the man and ran to Iran
For a time I plan to sand through the fingers lingers
Platinum jam with the ringer in the bell as stand up and gel
I propel shot it hot hit to Hell with a Glock Clip I stocked it

Platinum Chains
We about to make big moves stick it through wicked some brew then Water
As I shot into the plot I seek a dot
We Shroom
Student Loan approved I straight move seek it groove to freak it
Peak it smooth with the news in the loose juice for the deuce to truce
In the gang hang with I rang so I don’t bang
I lifted the thang clipped it and sang
Tickets to my show for blow just like this so you know I hype flights with
The type Spliff rock it Ice clips I phone off shit and roll dice split
The white sheet said as they bleep dead into the head my mind ride inside
I seek and I find reclined on the Dot for the Spot drinking Water shot
I caught it sorted through the brew
I flip the fuel
I got Cash and I ash one with one Gun from the Sun it’s coming
Numbing up running up with the truck ropes chuck the bucks off
To luck as drawn wrong soft as strong I shot it off the top
I rock it stock grip to money and flip with Gun Heat in the Street
I blip the beat for the seat come undone as One

Sawed off spraying lightning bolts
Day job
All ways they rob
I made mob
As they fade hobble around on the ground got the pound
I like this click stick it lick it
Trick with the digits flip it
Zip it Trip it skip it
Mix it with the Dragon
All flag in the staggering
I brandish that Wing to sing a different melody
All hell been Tai Chi practicing after the max magician jacking for the system
Laughing at the prison the indecision
We wish in the vision for the listen up
Hitmen
We frisk then clip the ends for bends
Lightning like this tends
The right Wing a Gun sing
I Soldier ring the Gold there
I turn Platinum in the air
Like backing track yo I don’t pay a fare
The rhyme slayer
Death unto you rhyme layer
I might just run for mayor of Town
All shots rang the sound and I’m down
Witness the Crown come around


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    #865960 - 04/06/24 09:57 AM (9 days, 2 hours ago)

Welfare Nukes
We shoot and puke up Product
I law cut
Just like the jaw bust
I tighten it up
Truck a round
The sound for the flip done this Trip bound to dip it
I skip it the track come back and rip it
I wicked I got the tickets to down frisk kids got the Crown
I license with Ice and I ground the spot
On the dot A Yo I got the Glock
Talking shots rocking the boat all hip hop sing the antidote
I rap I wrote the Ganja Smoke coat
With the vote for that Yo
I Trip the show with undertow
I got it flow the righteous know
I might just blow lift some snow
And then back on death row
With the cycle control
Rifle unfold in the Icicle
I type to pull up full up
I dull in the cut with nuts I got big bucks
I cigarette butt put it out shout around
I to the town with the lounge mode
All Ganja on this and I rode
Off into the Sunset I load
All the bomb threat come from the Tech
I Ice this respect the twice lift for the head
All I slid was sped
They busted both my Weed connections

The OGs
Who rhyme on the seven seas smoking Trees
Broke in the disease
I float this beans seeds for the crop to Drop
I nonstop lift the Top as flow job for the rob
I dusted off this lob shots into the rock
I jock the back scratch will in hatch for the max
I flipped the stats
Make it magic
Had it bag it
Tag it on walls as cap calls
I like this Ice this in brawls
Dice rolls for the type to stroll through
I bold Blue Bud
All my Ganja Rub I love that shit
I done with the hits for fix
Bag of tricks in the mix
With the ripe twist up the hype is this exist the wrist roll fist control Gold
All my crop is sold for the fold
All bold with the unfold righteous told
I mold all the raps rolled
I hype with the mic I’m the type to Trip it like
Shrooms all in this I in rooms on Meth
Splendid with the end Trip
Trip the dip hit the speed bump
All in a funk for the dunk
Smoking Ganja Blunts
Flowing the once for the tons to pour through
When it’s Legal I sold you to roll True

We Herbalize
But not the Herb that rolls Thunder underneath the skies
We eyes
In the Prize
I lifted lives up
All the jive talk stop and Hawk
Around the block I cold clock
All the rock and roll to type to control under Thunder Roll
I got the fold
For the Gold who hold that?

I run under for they wonder Soldier with the Gat come right back
On a murder track
Just like that
I busted Crack Rock and locked
All around the block I take stock and rock it
Throb the heads as blocks roll up deadhead
Hypes on mics that strike
I seen a pipe I torch as scorch for the forest of Ganja Porous
l rondevoues I Glock some fool
Off the top go to school
For the jock I roll right through
There’s nothing anyone can do to me
Unless they got the Caps and seed the Crop perhaps I lock
Ganja Tops again my friend
I’m like this until the end
Mellow like Jello I’m so soft I say hello to the Gun talk Yellow
Fold it L low as the cold in this sold


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    #865961 - 04/06/24 12:04 PM (9 days, 30 minutes ago)

The Task
The Grass at last
I got the seeds to pop
Weed to stock up on
So we don’t run dry run up on me you die
I One Eye to the underneath get High beyond belief
I seen the Sky Cry
I lock the mind in
To climb into
We been through it Yo
All fiend to smoke Cocaine low in the lanes for froze
I type to rock up rows of Pot Ganja Tops
For shocks I lead the flocks up blocks
Proceed to rock the sheets talk as Weed Hawks
All we need is the pops to stop for the walk to the fields
All of us kneel and pray that we make it another day to relay
All feed in the Gun Spray for real been up to sealed in
I peel caps then
To max for ask the Price High as the Eyeball Gets
Dry and then we Wet on the Set
I like to Fast the Water as Rap the Slaughter
Been born offa
Sorted cough up your verb as soften the curve
Into often Puffing Pot for the stoplight
To Gun under some tight some wonder
About the Gun fight I light a number up

In the Ghetto
Rhymes mellow turn into yellow Gold
For told as sold as sand pour through the hand as brand I land
I strike in the hype in command for the deadly strike and
I scanned the code for sold into the fold I mold
I righteous cold as Ice is
My mics shiv up
Run the divvy up privy to cut I seen the nuts
On the job as rob
For the cycle to lights pull I’m Michael N
I’m like this and
I type to recommend the Drugs as thugs send out they mugshots
For Gun Plots to Bullets Stopped
I’m fully Locked up
The topic top tug of war logic as poor in the Ghetto
For this hello I dead in the fellowship
Let my tongue slip and I rip the drips out of your brain
For this Ice and I slice to entertain
Dice roll insane
In the lanes of the brains the Ghetto remains
A drain on the slain in Gold with Caskets Cold
I’m asking for the sold dreams on Bold as they fiends
I rock sheets of LSD
Light up a Tree and mellow sell sold free as the tell told
Sign and I recline on dot line for the mind
Behind in the brine for wine I stop on a dime
And shout out rhyme
Seen Soldier do time

I got a crew
To do work
I seen it murk
I lurk in the shadows all land rovers
Gold in the mold out for the Platinum
All Gats they hum
As the Mike pull up the Guns of all types will in string with the lights
I put out lights in knife fights
I chill and bright white as ill as one Mic
I still instill the bills $100 chill as a scholar on holler
I follower of the walls that blur
Makes this burn turn into lane explain
Roll dice and say the name I proclaim in flames
With this roll James until the aim is business
I witness the Trips trick the flips for distance licks out the 6
I mic up in the mix to light the Spliffs all we do in crew is roast the fool up
We rule cause we smoked herb as kids pluck
The nerves up
I word up serve the murder in the cut as murmur you’s a punk
I Gun Run spot the Sun in the Number One for some lung busting hits
Type to send you sailing over the railing puke from all the nukes
I copy eat fruits and top heat
On the Streets beat this drum each in the numb for cycle hum


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    #865964 - 04/06/24 04:54 PM (8 days, 19 hours ago)

The type that’s striped Red and White
All Old
As Cold
As Gold
Seen them sold on the corner to a foreigner with beans
Tight in his jeans
Rock the Cream Joints
All in it points made all blade braids frayed braid them back up stayed in the cut
As will and eat nuts for the truck jewels Guns
Fools who come with it
The distance lick it stick it business
Trip it wicked what is it with this trick magic?
Tragic in fact savage as the package rhymes back edge spot the dimes
I blackhead as rock the chimes
In the wind I could see the sin start to begin
I bleed within
Internal burn infernal turn the skin green as a leaf
With disbelief I clock the chief on reefer Spliff
In the farmer earned as they heard your word up
Raw as a law I turned up the spot to make it Hot
HAHA!


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #865965 - 04/06/24 05:55 PM (8 days, 18 hours ago)

Dirt and me ate the KFC Go Buckets.  We chucked the excess in the fridge until we flipped the digits and hit that skin and meat of the chicken.  The KFC.
I ripped earned some beans off the cream with Ice gleam rocked the stream with the scene bleeding.  I cement fresh into flesh with the extra special guest.  Dirt Dog.
I flipped the Green Bud all thugs smoked through choke on smog float the cog turn burn like the cherry.
I bury the furnace heat with the streetlight shine that blow lines off the hos mine is the slow dance for romance
Let’s see a show of hands, I just brand label
A partner's ass toy he got employed
I hit a boy slid like Elroy with the coin purse
He just burst out laughing
With the gat thing he swiped to swing
I Iced his sting out
With the wring out of the wing down
I'm the King now
Let's see how
You flip the allowable
Down you go there
Let's flow airwaves like slaves who don't dare

I wrote this about 6 months ago.  I don't write em like this any more.

I’m with the Police
Generation X
Like Jesus I roll with
To hold grip on Cash in Hand
I got the gun and
I didn’t ran
I slam jam bam!
Light up the height makes it rough
I take either stuff
As bake a baker suffer
Other uppers like rubbers
Bouncing off and on like bonghits
I like this strong thick
My mind is gone lick

Military
Arms Down
I often with the rotten Veggies
Scored from the Magazine stand
I jacked it and ran
Everyone wants a piece of the pie
Every one with a lit Gun
Handle one and you brand steady
All the heads heat up
Down the Street
I smoked some Weed
If you got the Pot THROW YOUR HANDS UP!
If you got a electric shock
Load your Glock
If you think for a second then check your record
Blind men with brain scans can relate
After a fatal collision
My mind is in prison

I keep getting higher and higher
As my head works
My mind jerks
Into position
Friction I sippin’ lyrics steady
MCs fear inside they diarrhea
I kind and got a signed deal
Everyone anyway every day
Let like a relay
Every deed sway
The King one way or another
My brother come up
I something like the flow buzz
Was and they cuz
I run through a done stew
My mind rubs
I come with the Gun
Yo I got it to sum

I make it click
Everyone with every Gun with the Wings
In it brings steady
Every head turn red and bled nearly
To death and it’s weird to be alive
Everyone sucka jive
Every show gets live
Everyone with Guns and Knives
Every Sun be high in the sky and blind
If you stare you get the image burned
As turned into Solar Flare
To the laugh as a stash smoked up
We get coked up
Hit the loc up
Joke but my rope chain is cut
It hangs around the throat


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/06/24 07:21 PM)

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