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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Some rappers knew they couldn’t last Herbal Blast! The Herbs that make you say word up Number one is some Ganja The Blast Bomb Yah! At last you the don of buds Coming up with cuts every day The DJ Slay It causes tooth decay but that’s OK Cause you drink juice You never catch a deuce It’s loose women prison and decisions About the herbs Word up causes all that heard to duck Yo I don’t give a fuck I smoke bud And chew a little licorice root With ginseng to boot Herbal Blast collect the loot It’s the shootout in the Old West To see who’s the best gun slinger I smoke buds and do it with two finger
The old spice route How the spice is shipped I dipped into spice Like ice and clip A murderer sip on some shit I lit a joint It’s the point to get it avoid The deadly send heat up the creek Speak each week about food for thought All I bought was pot I clocked a lot It’s on my block dizzy I whizz chief in the Indy circuit I don’t work it it plays for days And all that hay is amazing I be blazing My rap stays in command Like desert sand I work on demand I jerk the suntan is the gun’s plan To go off and raw straw saw you all Above the law With awesomeness I flow with softness the herb’s gift
I busted with the meth the tech Saw crept up to leapt up You better duck for luck Run for cover before the meth Smother your life You beg for forgiveness on ice With shakes and tremors In a near death state It’s really great Cookin’ up some plate The date was for buzz to rub off Cuz Of soap Suds and slip I’m hip To the grip money something funny Like gun heat I bust one two three times the rhymes My mind is set I fret over debt And the edge for the sledgehammer Slam God damn my bammer flows heat I got disease with fleas bitten I’m smitten by the love of meth Until one day I got hit in the chest And the rest is history
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Edited by Solid Log (10/20/22 05:46 PM)
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Old mate firebender
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I'm gonna use all your lyrics and become a millionaire
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I lived all live to survive Trying to legalize since 1999 I knew it I grew up as the cool kid On the block All the girls on my jock I didn’t murder Mr. Spock I clocked mega buds Buying quarter pounds All warp your rounds Come down with clouds of smoke I toke joints Most people haven’t smoked a joint I toke expert and anoint I used to roll up an ounce and hit the speed freak pad Smoke everyone out and glad to do it I run crew through hits and stay lit I had speed dealers living above me I had tried smoking crack so I fell for the gun heat Now all I do is smoke weed or have a cup of coffee I’m looking for a sheet of clean LSD
Shifting into the Modus Operendi All Men die one day Not everyone slayed Some die slow from old age Turn the page on Grandma She saw seen a lot a human being Experience the same thing Take you under the wing to sing Songs like Bongs hit You just can’t quit tripping once you Start dripping All equipping kids with the tools for gifting Kids be riffing on shit about to bit bite I rhymes all night contemplating kids and what They did it’s to rip roar All kids tore Like The Roaring Twenties there’s plenty of Gangsters I spank kids who Bang They sang and I rang their heads with my sped Up federal criminals essential licks
I got the Country Thang Before bells rang I hang on the corner There’s one or two corners in town Town is downsized into small fries Less than 2000 people We all know each other like brother and sister Your Mr. Martial was partial to the High School Football Team I love the way Football be in the small farm town Word gets around I was afraid to cop a pound Both dealers went down busted for dealing Freewheeling speed freaks copped for me deceased Was this one kid my friend who brought me 10s of meth People into Meth in the rest of town too It’s funny cause the money made to stay payed I stayed up all night counting to get spray on I lay long downtown to fray crown cable down Yeah it’s like how it sound No violent crime Always with peace of mind a piece of my mind I’m from LA Los Angeles in decay with gangs and drugs Thugs all over you don’t want to hit the block it’s all over
Fast drugs lead to Fast blood for Fast thugs Plugs pulled Dulled wood grain stain with blood Servin cluck Murder fuck if you should Don’t blame you Good to aim true So many murder cases with empty faces I aces with the place fixed it’s tasteless The makeshift Basepipe lit let’s get equipped Smoke crack in the thick of smoke clouds We get high and come down I like to train around a way in the ground today I drowned in Hay Further I stay up late and debate On the way plate spin decay sin for the play I win Cocaine
I’m livestock beef thrive off vitamins that reefer creeper Don’t be my teacher I can’t see each your way every day I knock you the fuck out with no delay You’re lucky I don’t poke your eye out You fucking cow If you a horse go pull a plow I hit up Down South They run their mouth all loud on liquor I seen shit there I fit stare at him on the air for flicks With kung fu kicks to beat the shit out of their dicks I rips tear My fist flair I the best you dare me? I scare G beware of feed fed blood red Wu Tang We serve and we bang on suckers who claim set I got my aim bet it might seem strange to jet But I head back to the pad I’m always glad to be alone in my zone I know some chill heads but still rare is the scary Bury you pain through the roof with juice I shoot Bids like slid smoke a lid and skid to a stop in bed Fall asleep like I’m dead for the day all the way
I worship buds The structure Of the go fuck yourself punk ass bitch What the fuck do you know about shit Want me on alcohol and cigarettes Tell you what I get you lit once And you never forget No sweat It’s in the test Or hit it to the chest I mix the rest I suggest Smoking a bean every now and then to clean Out head Relax you said you murder feds The curvature Like a chick’s tits You murderer You need trip I won’t light you up cause you can’t handle it Become a vandal and spit Gangbang then quit and try some shrooms LSD Peyote or DMT Then you raps ethereally
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Edited by Solid Log (10/21/22 01:11 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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I saw a fighter tighter than a rider On an airplane with no radio play Claiming set all day swaying And saying how delay in his Aim meant he came kept up Leapt up to struck the passenger Master work fast that jerk Weapons with no fluidity In the city pretty little be Ditty Bop nonstop for the clock Rock his shock like tick tock On with hot shit Lost hint on the soft dent Perform form meant to the worn Spent in the norm for reform End the storm A fighter is born
I killed a Cop during martial arts practice I hatched the plot to still his shot after he got Served I swerved on him and dog gone went Plum loco no joke bro the cop got stoked so I provoked ganja tokes in the audience One chick let out a scream when full steam I ran the Cop over and beam with some cream On the gangster lean for a dream team To take over now you see how I be in like soldier I fold yours I golden doors into Heaven I 7-11 I get brethren to set for several men to jet Heck is wreck for sex to text message flex Fully X off the rest for spot smoke pot why not?
To wank off to spank off to thank Hoffa Jimmy Mafia Boss with the shimmy shine mind it’s time To masturbate if you supercharge you don’t Have to wait between orgasms you just come And span the chasm it has em Like ransom for grandson to brand buns Land some from hand job come the man slobbered On his chin to win solemn all tall when he solved The problem and involved sin for following God The steel rod beat him over and aver again
Mikey Neides is the truth I drank Old English to get a boost Drunken technique each tiki torch lit on the path to split ass Fast gash tearing wearing brain out with staring at anus It’s famous you lame just claim to bust and trust lust For fame I adjust the insane count 10+ earthquake Richter scale break no mistake I wake up people and read Them evil literature they blur and disappear with tear I seer the meat no defeat I’m complete I eat the beetroot And shoot street people like cute in the toot cocaine lane
I was spoiled for toiling in the Soil King thing I oiled to bring hash oil to ease the sting of wingtip That bring trip I sing Mick Jagger swagger I tagger I fag your bag up to sag pant suck shit get stuck For fuck I break truck and don’t duck I rupture the butt I suck for the lust trust that bomb fat fold cat for gat Sold data I at a party matter heart G don’t be smart Cause I beaten over the head every day that way I’m gay because I play with a guy’s thighs and disguise My boner as loner stoner except I’m owner on loaner With the Jones for store burst with the worst cursed items I light em excite friend for tight end I’m right to spend money It’s funny with gun heat to repeat defeat and unseat President Trump
I want to smoke hash oil with you That’s how I jump you into my crew We practice martial arts and take long walks Through parks after dark even we ain’t scared We well prepared to brawl disarm blade and call Them names that’s all we trip take a nip of bud And smother each other in love Like hand in glove That’s how the operation rubs off We smoke dubs soft Some of us smoke 20 dubs per day No way could we go astray I want to help you but God won’t let me I’m set to teach martial arts to every stoner freak I want to learn to speak Chinese I meditate with Tai Chi and I don’t use amphetamine
I reinstitute the Constitution of the US after breaking the law With a steel ball I threw at the tall Monument of Washington I got the Compass With the G Masonry I painted my windows white It’s tight when I master the populace I got all these Crips dripping on Trips and sipping Cactus Don’t act up or you get smacked up You lacked duck defense whence it came The aim was accurate and match your head tilt back You might get killed the attack was fact A soldier all told your hold your hand Cross the street you name brand
We made hash oil in the dorm kitchen Listen Everyone in college did a double take after toking get baked They thought it was laced I said nope it’s just concentrate They thought it was great It would have sold for $45 per gram Full melt and everyone understand the bubble I gave some to a homeless Vet who Got me pounds of Mexican Pot From over the hill we took the bus and head rushed When we smoked the plush oil It melts and boils and tastes so good! Once I ate a huge amount with shrooms And had the most powerful trip in the neighborhood The clouds ignited and coiled and twisted like dragons
We rock the Sativa! Got the Green and Brown shit look like ditch weed They sold me on the Street the Dead kids in Santa Cruz I’m not used to smoking that We get Indica and Crosses mostly No one imports Tropically Grown any more We’d like to see floor to ceiling Highs send you reeling The feeling is great Cerebral create the Cathedral Design for Mine New Church on the Bird Perch Getting the first come first serve is whack We want it back My mom smoked Dank Mexican Imports Once my friend Ty found a roach on the Playground When we were little kids We sparked it up we did It was the uplifting Tropical once again I’m an Indica head from Hollywood I think Global mixed with cultures from all over!
You clock a 9 up front never recline in the city Too much pretty ass sipping rolling Fast Causing blast bomb I remain calm Everyone else runs all over sounds the alarm It’s the country charm On the farm we don’t harm people We all equal the sequel is to reach through See needle in the haystack All the crew always come back The kids are whack I love to hear a Brooklyn accent mixed in With the country dialect begin To sound hillbilly All chilly Really? You still heat? If you not from the city you don’t appreciate The pretty trees and flowers I want to grow ours Our own of cut clone on the farm Dry it in the barn I smoke it like firearm in Compton
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Edited by Solid Log (10/22/22 10:10 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I turn bird on water word I eat bird seed All birds feed all day Then drink Water instead of smoke hay It’s nice to have grass and chill But water fits the bill I can still think of dreams I ink pen All inside and then I recommend water I got a 45 day I clicked heated up and saw the circle I work fully through the Purple Heart I got smart and planned my highs Herbal in disguise I realize it’s to thrive and Make the World nice I quit ice Cocaine is too dangerous I like the head but I’d rather stay on water You oughta try some Put that gun away and turn into shroom brain all To blame those who missed it To get dissed and flipped Water is trip it is shit
I’m the King of Birds Fully Westside I smoke the Left Side Herb It chills at the spot and it rocks I got Blue meth too It unscrews you and opens you up to flew through Time and space The Blue was my ace True to taste rare and I dare to find anyone else who come near I’m nearly peerless Royal Fam experience I lift I got the gift but still hitch rides inside I like to glide on some sweet I smoke it eat broke fit for weeks Toke and proceed to meet the needs Of the people This sequel is for the equal I don’t have any big plans Or demands only land to scope And smoke the holy smokes
I’ll be happy when I plant my own trees and veggies I’m an expert at horticulture growing ganja under light bulbs Ridiculous Shit they put us through I never forget your face You got me in a tight place I knew since I was young I did nothing wrong I developed beyond all my friends Who had behavioral difficulties Total geeks speaking of violence Some joined gangs I turned a bunch of friends on to herb And they turned cool sang the song Got into mushrooms or LSD Me I smoked pure weed until I turned 19 And hammered mushrooms I really hit it made the move up the middle Hitting eight balls My weight made me tall With all said and done I just begun as a psychonaut When I grow under the sun my life has just begun then I start life anew when they let my crew out of the underground
The learning curve burning nerves out on stimulants I smoke a joint and get chopped on a walk Burned out on the raw route I cook and shook The World with my know how Now everyone say Wow! I’m good at it and graze like cow I don’t allow now and again bitches who pretend to love To sneak into my club I rub a dub off some thug And snub out They took the wrong route I don’t shout out to them I’m sick of disaster with men Who can’t comprehend the effects of violence I stare in silence while in it’s shape and form It gets to be normal the killer bees swarm I perform for form that take shape I don’t rape or murder Something you never heard uh fuel me see I Shock Gs with my style Flow miles with piles of jewels I don’t need tools I meditate people are fools
I smoke steroid to tear void telepathic air avoid the tragic Stare down the wear town down with banging gangsters You should thank yours for the shank for the flank in store I gank a bitch more when they stank of the sure thing It swing they bang and can’t stop like clockwork My knot jerk some work come from the hurt done in one Swing the thing it bring you could sing and still be crowned King For the time being I’m seeing it straight to rap great and hate on Punk asses who fast to dash in and clash with the rash judgement They error tear your shit try to scare your wit I bit dare them to hit I terrorize guys who bang they act hardcore until they know They got an ass kicking in store Poor little things It sting and hurt to murder My shirt is further evidence of the tense Some never ate they crazy I sways a G To stay back and Platinum with some act in done
Smoke Sativa hum believe it’s from the equatorial region Being it only grows there all year season I breeze in the herb for word it serve curve with the head high I can’t deny I’m hooked even on how the buds looked I love a cross but pure Tropical is the boss I could toss an indica out the window I smoked so much before Sativa is so rare it’s beyond scarce no one dares smuggle it Into the United States for fate is to bring business to the Picturesque places like Jamaica Thailand or Hawaii I like to be in the thick of the tree to taste it and make it Face lift into smile I haven’t been high for so long G I smoke bongs or joints roll a bomber to get calmer with the taste I misplaced my mind and fell behind when I couldn’t have ganja time To myself it suffered my mental health get depressed a bit It’s nice to stay lit constantly I smoke responsibly Sativa oil is why I toil for labor for the flavor and major head blazer
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Edited by Solid Log (10/23/22 05:57 PM)
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Will you write me a poem about peanut butter poopy?
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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You want the organic The soil is so dank you can’t manage chemical after the Special Soul Glow of the Original intent on the bent for How growing food went I sent hate mail to Monsanto They tried to kill me pronto They were in for a big surprise I shoved Ammonia Nitrate in their eyes It’s all lies the pedal About how you need the chemical It’s dependence on it that help poison our environment I don’t like toxic shit sprayed on my food If it kills it’s ill I wish I had the $100 bills to chill on Organic
Cocaine is good but not as good as meth Meth is better than Cocaine, Heroin and PCP put together I relax on plush leather after capping to sever off the head on meth You dead lost in the end of times mine is grim biz I rhyme shit And climb split the tree smoking Ganja for free I love my Ganja is has bomb character It gives you this incredible feeling that no other herb has the ceiling You don’t worry about overdosing or even coming close and The boast of men who tend the buds is large because they are in charge They are the farmers we feel growing Ganja spin the wheels of time This rhyme is to demonstrate how Ganja spins my plate It helps me meditate I’ve been practicing martial arts for almost 30 years I used meth and cocaine and prefer Ganja cry tears of joy
Doctor Soupy writes the peanut butter poopy Tons of scoops of feces goopy I stoop to take a taste It’s Gourmet I play the guitar and sing of so far As going to play at my friend’s house He likes it when I untie his blouse I killed a mouse in his house It made an awful high pitched fart noise I had to call the boys They came and arrested my friend for letting a mouse in the house I thought it was fitting Ever since I’ve been fitting pipes Until the Peanut Butter poopy Strikes!
The trip master with the faster hands to grab the acid tabs I reach for jabs to ribs and kick the testes I freeze my acid so it lasts long I attack strong on the bong hits with tight grips I fix a lip up my dick struck oil and makes water boil I foiled the robbery It’s my job to be slobbery in charge of retards G I make a meal that I steal the ingredients for I beach front more property by rising sea levels I dishevels restful sleeping peeping Toms I’m calm for the disarm of the homemade blade In the shade I made grade people behave like evil I peel in the back with the stack of cash Giving bills with the chills with rap mastery It has to be that way and gayness play
With the Azurescens handle Fireman’s Missions Repeated overdoses of the closest thing to what bring The unbelievable swing of the ringing bell to gel you Through hell crew it’s nothing new for I do more Damn it’s hellish you get put down and jealous Of the chill head you ego dead Relax kick back and said I bled like it I’m type twitch Mike rich from Psilocybin trips If you flip you might drip I like it with hype I ripe for another I smother the brother of each other My rubber composition is the kitchen’s worst nightmare I scare the butcher I’m a good looker I don’t see a hooker I book her for chill All is nil when you release and pop the pill of the East You slide like grease You deceased Like slice of cheese Bow down to you knees then hit the floor on all fours
Flowing with bird chirps the bird lurks in the sky With an eye to swoop and kill You might think that birds sound ill but Police are worse They bust your ass and burst metal They kettle boiling unsettling spoiling the place With their Ganja Laws they need to be displaced I hate a fucking Pig They like to relax and take a swig of the hard liquor Shoot their firearm stick their sticker Once I called a cop a racial slur about the pork content He came back with bomb meant to hurt me But I worked his G over and left him sober bleeding on the ground My teaching was profound I’m one of the best fighters around With hands or cold weapons No way would I let a gay cop in the left end of the spectrum Of my sect hum
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Edited by Solid Log (10/24/22 10:03 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Eating flesh death come up best you can guess the rest Foul breath digest with less ammunition Hold the position Rappers get dissed in the ass I break glass to ring the fire alarm I armed I charm a darn fucking little bitch plucking Sucking ass in class with luck bring grass Toke it to task No need to ask if I kill it in one hit I fill up with drum kit On the ill stuff Psilocybin Get live in it fry in the head I set it Never forget where you went to My crew screw up the food truck With smooth luck I pluck a duck out the pond I’m fond of duck meat Cooked Cantonese A delicacy
In my neighborhood banned the stranglehold Realize how good I am BLAM! A sucka damn caught luck when he ran Not knowing who I am but sensing the tensing in himself While I stay loose I roll stealth I don’t show off I melt Psychedelic I pop a relic to bell it with hits Lit shit is the wick for the bomb Blow up Like the Vietnam Draft I laughed when I saw the task to ask me to kill I said fuck you pay your own bill I ain’t mafia so what’s stoppin’ yah from poppin’ some head? Drillin’ till I’m dead until I fed it’s killer bread And that said I further sped up to head off the truck At the pass I come up blast Pulling out fast with the twin gats I dash a sucka with bullet holes motherfucker
Lost Souls I tear your heart apart at the crossroads I’m getting old to do hits at midnight I write rhymes instead I wish I was dead on the draw with the law with the cannon I understand when people use the gun but I have no relation I give the sensation of the way shit stain in the bloody rags When I tags them They dead men I said friend, Send me your last will I kill still Fit the bill for ill to drill and skill I left nil to those who fill up Not carin’ about the past giving whiplash in head on collision It’s precision work with weapons in the kitchen Dish in the spit shine I dissed mine my own I’m a clone of the known styles of Gong Fu Leave smiles on the few who go miles to see it I be it And free fit the hit You seem like dick So scram before I show you who I am
I’m glad I got time off from martial arts and glassblowing I was a gangster and a killer I clocked the iller trip Taking more than sip I immersed Quenching all thirst for head to turn dead red I sped fed up later I skater All cold hater my plate their Spun wax like day care I take care of kids And slid right skids in tight to the space My ace was some freebase I did the chase for the cold case to taste About faced All the Freemasons I’m great sin to get in with I related all the spray I duck On the Street good luck No one can handle the Street Sweep Who isn’t Wu Tang Bleep
The kill goes down I’m not talking about a pound of weed The serotonin make you bleed The harmaline in the brain natural X-ray Through train Your lane is ill Cappin’ fill And wax still Rip the drill for warfare Scare all the kids Startle adults It’s an insult to be involved with a woman What you fuck you want in the Game? I’m the same as another bird who came With the lyrics They fear gone tear hit up the beer lit I rear end clip dip sip and trip Plus skip the hip From grass I did meth and all types of shit don’t ask
I have an excessive Yang Metallic energy from Meth and Steroid I have a good Wood quality from the all I be shrooming and booming The Pot I smoked is no joke and worth it for Fire and Earth I need to get married for my Water I slaughter you oughta step back to Fort Lauderdale Shit pale in comparison the clock all the fate you stale just wait You get impaled on the plate people don’t understand The Brand Label Wu Tang and how it rules the Thang around town Soldiers are also down People who have been tortured shock me and leave me in awe I saw a guy in the market once who had been tortured by the Germans He somehow survived I hope he thrived I know he cried and screamed and cursed and worse Spit and shit you get tortured don’t commit you permanently lit They hard to hang with!
I got a dead Valentine Rose for the flows She on her toes How it goes? She knows Wu Tang always shows aim To break down and claim set Before jet and wet it I bet shit get hectic When I crept up Your head duck Like lead cluck Struck for some motherfuck It gets murder you heard uh Word up Everyone wants to murder Curve and swerve into the nerve Hit some bird in the 3rd eye Crush that shit With the Phoenix Eye Fist My wrist twist when I slay I don’t delay I golden ray of Sun I’m on some carrots I sprung A lung smoking the fairest Finest leave you with blindness To bitches and their shit
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Edited by Solid Log (10/25/22 12:31 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Meth is a dungeon drug All pulled the plug in the sequence Get your freaks wet in the deep stench Of the reek went the teacher bent your head Fully bled out you said route For some head clout completely led down the corridor Considering Florida for retirement My tire went flat Fat cat sat Call it black Witch’s broom too soon under a full moon You could spoon some coke but you broke toke Ganja Stay away from hypes and glass pipes for meth
Ganja is the Dragon What was for your cuz is the head buzz you said was The flavor all crave more than behave on beer You a slave to the rear back room Attack soon You lack high noon Shootout You flew down to Texas for one one day It made you gay So you decided to stay It’s ill to get paid to slay I murder every day What the fuck you gotta say? Don’t tell me about Satan I’m blatant Shame on you went to game roll through
I work on people Like at the beach it gets evil Sand in the ass crack You can’t fool a black They were enslaved then segregated It’s fucked why black men demonstrated They hated the white man to this day and Spin the plate to DJ Make the rap jams leeway Allow for cow to graze in the maze 31 flavors Aim yours at the sky and let one fly I start to cry How could I get thighs breasts and legs I begs on the street for a keg of beer Steer clear of the fear
I push shopping carts Homeless It’s a bone fest in the homeless shelter Helter Skelter I felt your meth venom I wear tight denim jeans I mean smoke on green You a has been rapper I master you ass like the clapper I sap your strength Gank your length Then spank you No thank you I don’t fuck anyone handsome I rank son For the handkerchief I burn a spliff
Chillin’ with my gun fully auto won the lotto liquor gets you blotto My pot elevates the consciousness to bomb makes sense Stay calm I recommend ganja All kick back in a lawn chair Screaming at thin air Is no way to to fair You could squeeze glare fully care about the flare Get some player up on lair Dungeon if you smokin’ meth come some way there I stay bare naked butt to cut strut stuff I cut your cuts off I tuck some gun for the shit gets done I’d rather shoot you than scoot you If you fuck with me I don’t give a fuck about you G
I set up the head busting trusting lusting Fuck thing luck ring true For something new I threw away the stew And had KFC You can’t disease me I ease in for free Knowing how glowing found the low thing down I blow your house around the town world It’s swirled like Ben and Jerry’s I marries a pint of ice cream It melted I help bitches with their felt tip pens I recommend sausage I the boss of hostages My rock and roll get you nauseous
Like Fred Astaire I dance on air I don’t tear A Holes open Most are all ready broken and spoken for I take ten tokes and go to War With the big dick fix a trick Stick the click with the lick up Oral sex hex you then dead soon Like Lead do in the Fed two in the Red Zone Fluid I ruin prospects for objects to ram thrust Up the Ass I cancel class and burn glass My Mastery is championship league I never fatigue I clock a mean ad lib Had Acid Dropped it tabs that trip lasted I Blasted most off the map it’s Rancid now and Thanks to ass plow I ask how to do the dance downtown I’m a Noun a Person Place Thing I ring
Bird Word Shirt Chirp Jerk Ganja Bomb Calm Psalm Mom Mafia Don Arm Charm Karma Dharma Digest Acid Bile Liver Shiver Quiver Dish Soap Loc Choke Smoke Hashish
Peyote Slay Homie Lonely Jonesing Psychedelic Head Straight Fed Sped Up Meth Death Noradrenaline Set Wreck Check Flex Murder Wrecks Hex Ecstasy Effect Knock Nonstop Drop Cop Pop Stop
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Edited by Solid Log (10/26/22 11:02 PM)
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Hollywood
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I can’t see straight any more My raps pour rain I made a Zen contribution and Got booted for my lens scope fluid I threw shit at the Zen Master and Hasta do it Cupid shot me with an arrow Now I’m in love with a sparrow The road is straight and narrow I use the wheelbarrow I dare you to glow And show and prove A sucka move ducks I truck a lot of luck around with the new sound I rap’s down I clown a fool He has a spool of duel strings and stings I’m his King I gave him Swing Music plus Blues Now he has Blue Suede Shoes
Smoke Sativa hum believe it’s from the equatorial region Being it only grows there all year season I breeze in the herb for word it serve curve with the head high I can’t deny I’m hooked even on how the buds looked I love a cross but pure Tropical is the boss I could toss an indica out the window I smoked so much before Sativa is so rare it’s beyond scarce no one dares smuggle it Into the United States for fate is to bring business to the Picturesque places like Jamaica Thailand or Hawaii I like to be in the thick of the tree to taste it and make it Face lift into smile I haven’t been high for so long G I smoke bongs or joints roll a bomber to get calmer with the taste I misplaced my mind and fell behind when I couldn’t have ganja time To myself it suffered my mental health get depressed a bit It’s nice to stay lit constantly I smoke responsibly Sativa oil is why I toil for labor for the flavor and major head blazer
I wish a bud for everyone Oh if you haven’t sung the song You need bong hits a long time ago I hit it stick up the tricks duck and dive With my pot connection I thrive I get it live now Back then I was dead as a doornail my friend I recommend pot for martial arts You don’t amp or darts Plus you off the charts with the physical You might as well be invisible If you plan residual effect I check for ill and make specs for the kill it techs I hit up meth I’d rather smoke pot Some people forgot but I grew up smoking and toking I’m not joking serious weight as a teenager that’s great Real pot seal stop the wielding weapon shot But back to the snot free I recommend the tree Can it be that we all sing the song G? Legalize and realize the future A place where you don’t need to taste the poison Little boys in the game are toys and aim
I practice Tai Chi that’s me Not hype to be amp and psych with my lamp I like to G off and speed soft I loft high on drugs and cry By design my mind is inclined to flow Just how I relax and blow stacks I kick facts and jack up medicine My style is better than hard styles I go for miles with mind in file and while I got the floor what’s in store is more Before I was aggressive now with Tai Chi I lost the secretive nature and hate your external Hard infernal crazy nature of boxing I locks thing up some get stuck but I shy it off And inclined to stay soft I circle and work fully I pull heat and draw with the complete glow control My soul loves the way I roll now It’s like I found God and how I’m born again I send the message to a friend Try Tai Chi you’ll be surprised to see how The practice can match any form of medicine And put you in a state of deep relaxation
He’s Deadheaded Straight up Psychedelic With weapon tucked embedded He set it with friendly clip So zip the lip shut You murder but you heard of peace At least A lot of homies deceased The beast took them Shook men All hook off stage and off the page when You rookie in it look heated then it Took the gun bended look he sended it Lended hits to a friend the end I recommend mushrooms To the acid culture like vulture They eaten dead like buzzards Acid is harsh word 33rd and a purse full of money Nothing funny like gun heat to some G I like defeat and greet meet Under the seat is your weapon The cops searched now you headed to prison
I took my UFO into space Everyone claims I’m a space race To the sun I always show face Where heat comes from Plus I stun with the heat I complete bust the gun underneath The table Leave you disabled and fucked up I’m an alien so I have to keep one tucked Or else it disrupt my day I can’t be caught slayed By an Earthling The first thing I do when I leave Earth Is burst out singing I bring the flavor that all human behavior is based on My taste was wrong for a song about humans They don’t deserve shit they worthless I hurt just as the rest of humanity lashes out Inhumanely It’s insane to be a human Doomin’ the human race to a wasteland Is why I command to study the plan To elevate the consciousness of man
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I do the the dick move all smooth to lube up My food truck sells Mexicans ducks I buck a fuck off suck for the muck Bottom we got em Servin’ ni@@as with shotgun My robot sung with me I’m G I clock a paste of coca so I taste I get displaced by humanity My planet G is in far off galaxy I snack for the attack And come back with fists I get pissed and swing on I bring long ding dong I’m King Kong No one smokes bong like me Tightly rapped up you see I giant lean defiant Don’t try it You get smoked and eye in it spoked Poked pot get toked All gangsters loced I thought provoke Don’t choke now you hope how Some smoke cloud come down In your area the pot I Mary Jane What you wearin’ you best explain What’s your name and why you came Is it gangster rap to blame I serve with cane Professional unquestionably to exclaim All that shot got it aim Draw down it’s law now Smooth round sound you hit the ground
I want to go insane on cocaine Lose track of reality Reality of Nationality is from the Andes My plan G is to P bust it smoke weed Sniff blow not speed Blow is psychedelic you know I’m not familiar with the long term effects But when I packed techs I liked herbal coca I smoke a rock and stop the clock on my box I clock some toxic dose close to death For the last breath Anyone left suggest how to do it I smooth hit crack to come back Sniff a line fluid and unwind trip out come from behind With the route on cocaine My brain ain’t the same I got a new name It’s plain white vanilla with a side of the thrilla I’m a dope killer I smoke Gangsters I hang to bang on em Relax and flow with facts of why I rock a gangster And his whole block to death I clear out sections They interfere with my blow in the rear your ass show You look like punk so I sunk you Raps true with caps fluid on coke to do it Through skid I drop LSD and Platinum P
Before I do coke loc I’m buying a gas station with the Mary Jane Sensation Of Sativa I eat a oil capsule so I could rap Gold I sold all my guns For fun I run the show once more Tore an ass of a Gangster but that’s in the past Gangsters don’t last The class wipe them Everyone ripen For psyche some I Fast and press my luck I get struck by lightning Why I writin’ some raps And repping for Cap The gun clap is like thunder you wonder MCs shudder who missed the AK-47 no blunder From the sun here I steer fearless Through crowds of rejects No one expects to see it I’m used to checking marks the scene set Everyone on edge now Here’s the popping phenomena I gots the mob to do the job on yah
I bought more than 300 small bottles of water from the store I’m hard to the core I realized that to devise the master plan You have to understand the water and I oughta slam on a long one again With bong smoke done Take calm tokes from the blunt The stunt you pull is full of brilliance When you into the illness of meat and cheese and eggs I broke my legs and hit up kegs For nuts drunkenness dollar bills for the pump in this Gas Adjust the Cashflow for the last born I storm The stage in rage Grab the mic and recite a page I want to be Phoenix Rising No disguise in the high thing it sing Raps King for what bring the ding ring the bell It’s just as well in hell to trip So you could see it Not be it
I shake and bake make no mistake I rake it in dough like a ho Just so you know I toe to toe With anyone just for fun I run games in this violence trip I sip a drink and pink up a guy’s ass Then red make it bled He scream out in pain what’s my name? I’m servin’ game All word it’s all the same My lame brain kid here skid on beer And shed a tear at least he increased His shout outs and clout run how bout it some? I doubt that hung from the gun it talk Walk with the stalk Hit balk up black for attack Murder the whack server in fact You get the redacted document You ain’t allowed to see that shit I skip a brick on water I slaughter I marauder is calmer now that bomber dropped bombs I stay fully calm
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I chew on rawhide Trip on suicide My neck got the scars provided by the style I smile and act cool while chillin’ I need to ill on Psilocybin mushrooms Before that I want to attempt to smoke cannabis a lot Trip is for the fatal shot It’s ill you got hot for the pot I rock the Glock cocked with tip top Rip nonstop flip flop fully locked End on top send you clocked out No doubt I rap rate all about how bout it astounded by rounded Tai Chi founded by me my own style I like to practice G it’s good exercise and internalize Martial techniques on the inside You can tell by my hands stances and steps That I never slept when I packed the Tech I started of Weed true indeed the teacher that features The chill stacks of neither lacking nor backing hardness I learned to harm just as dust escaped platefuls Of weight vegetables I’m sensual I mention pull in the fully auto my skull Is not a problem it’s revolving constantly I head spin my Chi Is a medley of deadly technicality in this reality of Shaolin
LSD is my stepchild Find behind in back of my mind intact style I find the time to plug in and begin the lesson And the lesson is great a warm plate or frying sizzle Drizzle rain drips into colors See Heaven and see yourself and know yourself in the mirror It’s a sharp corner to steer here Some think clear from LSD it’s pure Fear isn’t coming from me my G is solidly grounded And founded in violence my talent is blood red silence I style in rhyme checked kicked back clack the stack Of rap for another Gold record in a second I drop a tab Of acid the trip lasted and casted me in a new movie to see I on it and long to top it with frosting It’s costing me a lot To not see periodically I feel deep stress and a need to undress the mind And find myself again To see myself I’ve gone blind
I track with my rap like a bloodhound down The sound of max decibel left you pulled out Cocaine the dangerous rush route See Hallucination change the station Cocaine is a sacred smoke or sniff you get naked and riff I bake it with my crisp intact hat I’m that I don’t pack a gat I’d like to rap about wax instead of tax On cocaine I relax maintain the knowledge of rush You do the opposite of hush and start talking See revolving heads walking I stalking with the broom after smoking crack at high noon Rock can stop your cock back Provided you rapped Psychedelic Cocaine is intelligent for understanding the Dopamine And why they’re sellin’ it and your body chemically Uses dopamine in your natural routine as well As Serotonin and Anendine Methamphetamine is Noradrenaline
All I see is dead bodies Hit up the guy with the shot ready to pop You can’t make him stop He inhales clips and trips on you The stew you in is about to begin amping and lamping Within’ you know it’s a sin taking pleasure from adrenaline I kept my spin on life cannabis focused now I clock Nikes I the types of split personalities that rallying cry is why I see dead people People release here with the least fear they East end steer I like to sheer off the boss of the dearly departed I was to do the shit when I started I understood The part did clip tight like rip right intact Fully act up to rap duck the slip in this trip on Meth I left with the Tech smoking Steroid open by paranoid I mean the focus is on the glare you avoid from shiny man
You never smoked pot G! Your mind is rotten Like funky Ice Cream In a dream you seen pounds unlimited Some livin’ shit for real Always ready to peel and stack Feel fact of the grown Ganja on blown Lawn Chair kick back smoke a sack Get attack on some rap spun number one You could stun and have fun Don’t reach for gun your sun wouldn’t want that Like fat cat each rhyme is intact I’m Gonna speak at a gathering of the masses For classes I hit it down to ashes At last it’s the Ganja that some snot over Like four leaf clover I’m lucky to know yah I’ve always been a stoner since I was little I rap and fit you’ll get stuck in the middle
They gone just as fast as they came I light brains Blow brains out no doubt From word out of mouth You down South hang in your house You about to get your brains blown out You couldn’t manage this rap route I do damage And blow your brains out I skeez a G sees me being easy I heat trees and hit up Psilocybin I blow your brains out when I OD on trip it’s simple more than a sip Removes wrinkle in time I’m Stoppin’ on a dime it ain’t popular So shout about it When I blow your brains out and routed bullets To the fullest You could catch bullshit Like when you wool hit Your brains get lit And blown out for sure fit No doubt
I relinquished With trip seemingly sipped out of a glass You straight ass Light up a chemical And always remember pull Disease let you flow with ease Make cheese And breeze through Leads crew To evil deed do Lewd conduct The bomb tucked Your mom struck Stuck you in the gut In the family Murder serve a G Workin’ for free Some do see me I raps a Platinum attack On sacks of liquid I get with The changing times With changing rhymes I flavor the blind you savor And hit rewind On your tape deck
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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You gotta eat raw fruits and veggies Or this happen to you I don’t master kung fu I don’t have a clue how to fight At night I excite the babes And catch the sun rays I surf and catch waves Your girl stays with me She left you Because you don’t master Kung Fu All you want to do is act cool I accuse you of drooling It’s not a cool thing you do when you screw The pooch and mooch broom stick Wizard catch witch for the blizzard I rap stitch and pack glitch In the system You could have missed them I do it pronto so listen All your crew is in a stew Especially you Cause you act a fool And you think violence is cute when you shoot people
I smoke the sausage of awesomeness You all talk in this Ganja Game so take a walk and fit Game Tight for the night I raps write I like to take flights And ride bikes And make wall And call shots I’m a baller and I’m on top I’m also the guy with the sweet apple pie recipe I let MCs cheese on their tracks until their backs turn Then I make them learn It takes a long time to burn like me I get crucified and died on the cross I lost blood before I tossed up and in my tomb Which is my room I came back to life And busted knife techniques I freak each week for a Geek to make cheeks spread You dead You get hit in the head and said Why my rap relish? I like to eat Deli Sandwich The bandwidth on my shit causes havoc I’m magic and pour a glass of the savage attack shit potion My fluid is in motion like the ocean
I’m the avocado expert My lex work in the network I turn into jerk And perk up New York City Avocados there are the best for the player My major Avocado habit I chew them like a rabbit Then take a stab at it I mad with trip on my lip About to take a skip the class and ass out your ass with about it Avocados I doubted since the beginning Then it’s in the 9th inning and I’m winning the big prize You don’t realize what happens to guys who eat too many of the alligator pears I just stares at people who think eye of this needle is evil I hit the exit and flex shit I eat avocado for breakfast My Tech twitch on the stuff you bumrush on My mind is gone I don’t have long to live Why I kick this rap shit And make avocados flip
My knife sharpen in the dark and I spark flame I blame fools who school is fueled by crap I zap a MC who think he G I cancel fee for class so you get to pass in and out no doubt Master No chance your War you got tore I performed as up to par and so far I don’t see shit about you quit doubt fools With the drool I tool kit in the closet sit my market basket is ass kicking I give a licking to the sickening sting you pull on bullshit old knit I fold 5th I trip on some shit I’m not lying I want to be flying on Psychedelic How the fuck would you feel you punk ass bitch?
I don’t flex I smile from ear to ear and make checks I got the best X My next bet is to step to the let through crew that stew in it My brew witch’s I cinch in this To flip shit And stick hits the snitches Shot them up Rock in the cut So now you know enough Your girl is all slut I got the front on it Plus the back I don’t jack I pull it fast out The last route I shredded I was headed for the bed dead I Mex smoke the tokes It’s no joke in life My mic strikes When I light up the type of stuff That take one puff I smoke enough to keep the doors shut And the windows My kinfolk all did smoke and shroom
Raw fruits and veggies have magic in it It’s tragic when you handed shit Turn your sponge to leather I had the real leather apron with no cape on Crusted with blood holding twin meat slicers I roll dice your curb gets the word up for truck I got the red teachers the T on the end of my tongue My tongue sprung me I don’t like guns be Lay back On the track I never lack flows and it shows Just how a style grows When you throw lyrical grenades We can tell you lost in the shade with no sun MCs haven’t even begun to breeze And they puffin’ trees So do it with ease And rise degrees You best to make cheese Or else you catch disease later on Later on skater catch you later later on
Gold and Platinum records You wreck sectors of the crept up Gs want to limit And get all in it with weapons Shoot you Stab you Fuck up all you do You can’t chill in this ill spot All the ill got caught I brought it up so the law you could tuck in your pants I dance and clock the answer is I rang the phone all day long I don’t bone I clone Jones for the bones to smoke no joke People didn’t toke from my feeble Gen X I’m for real You need it at a steal the price My advice to government is to let people grow they be lovin’ it Life no sweats no bets off no leapt loss no wreck to toss You be your own boss and play it how you do You could smoke with your whole crew Like we used to as glassblowers We rock and rollers we don’t charge tolls for Worlds to spin That way you could begin to win not lose You choose the weapon If you crept in you best get to steppin’ then We don’t let you in
I want to ignite pot on tracks I like to take long walks and I talk with the hands Like rubber bands All planned as command with the Herb It’s word No one is heard a thing like it from the psychic even I’m trained in remote viewing and magic The Order is watching me all day I’m used to it I grew up in Hollywood and knew it as a kid But back to the bids Yeah ignite shit and get tripped Flip martial arts styles all night with smiles I like to roll the files and child is the children Got kids running from the building I killed in I chill then I still hit the ceiling wielding weapons indoor I practice weapons more than most I toast to the Filipinos who got me in My whole world is within the grasp of the fisherman Of men I clock ten out of ten when I smoke Ganja then Convert you with one lesson all the old crispy fuckers who never toked
Meth walls make meth balls death calls Each roll is an 8 hour or stroll you cold almost dead when you get home I roam the back country roads I chose the flows of it Because I heard it in public that pot heads get shot kids I wouldn’t fuck with meth bids It’s hard for me to speak on meth because my herb connect was fresh I mastered 156 herbs and plastered words on my wall like phonecall All types I fall off the ends of the Earth for what it’s worth I work shit for the curse lit I surf bet the murkier the better I wear sweat pants and sweater I don’t let your teacher compete hear I rock each gear and fall asleep hardly ever I’m on the lever I treasure my flights but the insight I gained paled in comparison With the Ganja there you in struggle a bubble pop I copped Eagle with shrooms The sequel comes soon Fuck meth and all that ruin my life and give strife I almost lost my life and can’t be polite with meth heads On their deathbeds
Meth heads in love with refined drugs and high dose It’s easy to have a toast and snort the most Weed you gotta smoke for 15 minutes before your fill is finished I like edibles for narcotic pulls in the wools temperature sent your form I bent them more in store to the core Anyway yeah refined drugs just pour on the steam If you don’t know what I mean smoke hash oil and gleam All it seem like to me is hard hitting like lead pipe across the skull Never a dull moment when you chose to enter the Dragon The paddywagon gonna pick me up after this rap cut I don’t strut my stuff Some people think I bluff I chill in the rough with ill mixture from cut I serve a stunt when I truck I don’t tuck a weapon I step in and disarm all types weapons You stepped in the House Of Flying Daggers My apartment is dangerous with me in it on guard duty imminent doomsday I truly live this shit
Everyone maintain with no need to explain to clock way in get brain To stay in step freshness you bet shit def hit the flip trip I get a grip and sip and swig and back shit for the attack spit actress A heard for the last word and mastered the faster you blurb the duck honk Wonked for stomped from Compton they bomb then I’m from Hollywood I grew up serving good grass But that’s in the past I suffer whiplash from that last accident crash A sucker fast to pull gun he needs shrooms sooner than later I don’t skate here I awake fear and bring it clear to high dose Most afraid of it the ladies love it then you spoke and the track Come back and change the subject I rub it the hex sunset I text message I left leverage on the severed heads Suckas fled from me you dead you see I’m too well trained To kick it A on the test clicked with the professor off air My softness scare people they used to seeing heat I’m cold and old so I bold and get chosen for frozen even Know the meaning
Wise bird all turd the 33rd up But if you want I can front like I might get wet I fight to stay in kept within to begin with it’s a sin All for dinner I got it planned Every man for himself If you stealth you get in without letting anyone know All raps show below So come from slow and know it You got to grow it Ganja trees so you can ease into a mellow head instead I like to trip Trip rips you you get dipped crew True that I flew fat through the lewd stack of back issues I twist fools off No need to act the boss I toss the employee lost I frost up and cut No one want to stunt the growth to runt too close I broke the toaster and supposed to I’m a roaster all roller coaster make the most of Both slid extra skid marks darken Charm in the game is the same where you spark in the lane The trees blew like breeze
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Chill All numb feeling with no ill A euphoria Born in torn to see yah worn out I shout but no one cares about it I route a 5th for crowded exit lift The astounded Grip the rounded pounded down Wield weapons out of town for frown I got it nouns and verbs Words that serve I swerve poetically I’m set to see all that heat up and reduction The function serve as one kid hurt On the schoolyard caught by jerk And out of work Ain’t it somethin’? You bluffin’ and get rough in this Learn the twist to doo wop and the head bob Don’t nod out You might found yourself dead in the end
About to head for the red zone To cop a kilo of cocaine All stay in your lane hard to explain But I remain on top I light up don’t stop I got clocked shocking the rocking rolling Toll slid out the bid and folding Roll thing it’s cold swing The thing is stinging now ringing how I’m swinging bound to astound with Platinum crown Out loud take it to town for pronoun I hound dog the fog and smog I shock the cold old told it big down Sold around town as the profound but drowned in shit sit In the itch you a cinch to bench press
Head out See what everyone up to as run crew Scooted down the block to shock the cops I pops a cop Scare the fuck out no doubt They don’t have the clout for whereabouts Get it loud Turn up the sound Till they found town as noun and verb I serve a cop with murder nonstop I’m a cop killer I get iller and biller like chiller I cap filler Still it drill your shit till you can’t quit I’m a hit job massacre faster than blast you’ll learn I burn in the urn is my ashes I trashes the set and lashes out at threat I cold get wet
The land of the free all high for bein’ dry You could re up to try to fly Gone by airplanes in the sky When you ask why I gotta shotgun ridin’ for fun in the sun Someone done it cold run hit The job for slob to get till it odd And mod I clobber a sucka Who try to buck word I heard about loud music down the block Who choose it? See if it’s a party don’t start me up I always crash a party like duck To seen for good luck I steam roll like truck Out for a fast buck anyone chuck they Taylors I whale on the beach all stale Trump got impeached
A Dragon Fist All dragon twist a spiraling circle Bring the thing don’t hurt fool Like I King I sing the song All day long and smoke a bong I was wrong to shroom? Fool I knock you out too soon for being rude I got a good attitude when it comes to cute girls My world got hurled by God I got a job selling squad odds and ends If you defend yourself it’s good for your health I go stealth bomber Stay calmer than no drama on the lips Spinning sinking ships On this drips mind LSD I find the time to ski I just be that guy with the eyeball I ride tall in the saddle and rattle snake tail Without fail you might want to bail
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Hollywood
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It’s hardcore to be a Wu Tang Master Old Law gun Drawer Saw yah at the club with a dub sack inhaled in your lungs I smiled all the while Oh Ganja Child The Ganja was for my file folder I get older than light Ignite on sight when I write The plight of the Shroomer Old school Boomer Dead Tombstoner All alone Mind Fist Zoner I clock the clone you’re seeking For reeking of hard earned sweat Don’t forget I’m a slave Under the same system we all behave I try to stay brave Tomorrow is Veteran’s Day
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Old mate firebender
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Roses are red Violets are blue Nobody posts at the growery Except for me and you
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Hollywood
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My ears don’t ring from gunshots I’m a headbanger from the smoke pot And plan your dope spot For show hot To the sure shot And flow got To stop Pop it shoot up like rocket I chalk screech Gets everyone to freak Each day of the week A geek steps up to speak Why I reek of crack cocaine smoke No joke I maintain A job and cock back rob the sack for it Pour it into floor it the gas It last a long time like my rhyme it’s a crime So I’m On crack for the lack of sackage of indica I been with yah on the rollercoaster ride
I am ashamed that I used Meth With each breath I am left with chest flex I hex X tab poppers Molly gobstoppers And rocker rollers Dollar Bill folders Over the shoulders Hold your boulders My life is colder from meth I take 10 steps and snort more Core is business with the lift Euphoria off adrenaline Gets more headspin than tilted When I felt guilt From it I done it It’s done What I’ve become!
The whole thing makes me cry I don’t fold one hold gun spun away then fly I can’t deny the wounds shy of critical I fit a fully up there bewares tearing blaring G music The shoes fit you could get too wet For a spoon I sweat goons It’s high noon Time for gun fight It’s all right I’m an ace and flow the bass for a taste Of the fatal shot Blowing pot smoke and it’s all she wrote I got demoted to master chef In the clef of the tasteless my shit is makeshift
I can taste the warm embrace of a Sativa calling me! It knows my name and shows no shame how I flame it up I suck the smoke and choke I take pokes until my nose glows I rose to the occasion of Sativa I gots to be with yah tropical I popped the bubble Of optical illusion The protrusion coming out of my mouth is a Ganja stick I could lick em up all day and stay that way and play music Rap raps and do’s it I choose it The Sativa Anyone who refuses it? Wouldn’t want to be yah The Sativa was a rare item for Gen X smokers I was lucky I grew up with plenty of indica It’s not funny when you talk about a straight Deadweight loser bruiser violence chooser
Got your Johnson off floated launchin’ Staunch when the raunch tend To extend to splendid lended edits Radio credits me with sad story for the glory I’m horny born to be porno star lead Crew is seed through as feed blew To the tune of mil kill and feel real ill I chill at will bust a drill got still until A cap I fill I fill it with the shit the kill it Bitch you written on the list desist or I twist I flip and twitch ill a cinch with the clips For the wrench extend best blend until the end
I called 1-800 SUICIDE till I collided with rhyme and reason What’s your season to skeeze in the Gs then to dent my head Like I never bled I fed up with men that duck truck rope Hangin’ dope smoke still slangin’ coke joke my wang is open To get broken for I pokin’ my neck with blade bleed fade out Made out with a chick once I front the stunt all I want is to die I Suicide shy and fluid do it to it ruin my life and screw it up Dice roll under control I fold hundred dollar bills like gold I’m molded and told skid like cold did the facts jacks up stacks I master the caper like blacks I’m called racial slur in this case I blur words for murder myself
Me and my wife kick it rap about Wu Tang Dragons What you baggin’? It ain’t MMA get you head bashed in fully Then neck snapped cause you a bully You think fighting is the right thing I light your ass up bring the light bulb to stuck up your ass So everyone can see your ass coming And know where you coming from and You gunning no doubt running from odds You pull jobs work at McDonald’s I think your pay is way too low for a guy with a lighted ass bro You should move in slow mo scared to go with the flow Toe to Toe you lose for sho I grab your gold and jewels I pack tools too I close the deal with your head on a skewer
Don’t start cryin’ now when you hit up Psilocybin how Bad trips bugun you sung the song of all day long One time A crime is ready steady from the deadly mushroom Too soon in the room you doomed I boomed it up a notch And called the cops I sold them Ls I tell a bitch I dwell with twitch Too much meth not enough trip still I drip I catch peaks in the bathroom on my last broom sweep I get down on all fours and creep to the toilet The bathtub faucet flows death in the water closet The boss tech says don’t slob it the job lit for I robbed and slit throat I’m the GOAT when I promoted by shamans To laymens I’m braindead steady with the ever ready This medley of felonies I got stack up platinum Been rappin’ some time in my head since I was OG Still the punks try to slaughter me but I got them see I clock any fuckin’ G
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Hollywood
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I’m roasting on a water Flashback to the slaughter And everything Mushrooms make your head spin to begin with Then finish you off that’s the business plan man I could feel the current of the Earth My strong root in Gong Fu I trip before or after training People need to be explained to how to feel Their Mother Earth is a wonder It’s so Complex there’s so much to explore I read texts About Horticulture I love to grow plants I want to grow Peyote Cactus People react to this violently They don’t respect their Mother as I can see I ain’t lyin’ to you G Live Psychedelically The rest will be History No more Rape or Murder It’s the shit you never heard uh then I chill disabled in my den Teaching folks a lesson
If you rap strapped it gonna come back Not whack in the sack you got it if you shot it You could take pot hits and lock fists By design rhyme meant to undermine times in the gang Hang with your crew all you do is violence In silence I hang and don’t bang check my file it’s A picture of me reluctant to be poppin’ firearms I charm and don’t harm I work the farm and spin yarn I get live in the barn I like to garnish puke up the Yohimbe It gives me flight and insight into testosterone You could fear it and leave it alone I got in the Zone enough times to relax mind made up After facts about the testes left these hefty sacks of weed Up for speed meth Yang to death with no place left to run I stun for some from the gun I come to sun up the sum You run and duck when you see me on the street Fully formed complete
I don’t run meth I cut the shit off like the boss did it I rock crispy lyrics dis heat and beer itch People fear this try to get near this You could hear the hiss of snakes Big mistakes made by the lake in the shade With rhymes sprayed all over the place I grace with gross motion dilated off the potion I’m so open I’m broke in to the store and pour rain Insane train in the lane all fluid to do it screw it A fool I hit top tip knock socks off then led screech Change directions hit the beach catch some waves Smoke Ganja for days since I quit meth The breath is death Some leapt up to get dead struck Spray lead duck they well fed and tucked in bed Psychedelic is the real shit don’t relish A cocaine rush either I’m Mike Neidlinger
Mixed in the drug game is it really all the same? I lock brain on water exclaim how I mother The kids as a father figure flip lids Cause the got your high bids to auction off lids of Ganja I stay calm from years of heavy Ganja I can drop bombs but I’m tryin’ to stay off yah back In this drug game I don’t lack I used to get high off the raps I made on drugs Rapping about drugs, blood, thugs and big hugs My murder was to reach out to teach downtown About something round and circular I get it to work your hurt in more I’m sorry I got the top seat almost always in a fight I can kill everyone in sight I am so sick of your murder and violence I stare in silence at my Buddhist Texts Well read and I am lucky I am well fed Like a sucka I’m dead already how my head hit the wall in the building Really strong I got shell shock PTSD complex
I clock brains all the came with the same trip I must explain Brain in your lane don’t get in mine I stop on dime When someone fucks with my trip Why I rip trips to lick the Suckas out my head until I’m deadhead Lightning skull a bunch of bull? No! Until you got some pull it’s all null and void Toys I avoid I raps about the story boring to the born again toyed With the section my reflection I see is hard to be a lesson for just me Everyone has to be the Psychedelic When the Platinum Bell ring all everyone sing It rings true with Kings who sniff glue It’s not a new song But everyone sing along and dance I love romance With the answer in the back pocket Don’t stop it You about to clock riches It’s a cinch to stitch this up and flip
My plan hasn’t changed People think I’m deranged wanting to smoke Sativa imports from the Tropics I load up the program off my floppy disk Old school Ganja is a tool for shooting off into space My ace up my sleeve was always my childhood weed smoking Toking learning how to hit it roll a joint make a pipe all fitted For the occasion I stay blazin’ at the gas station No relation to Petrol Companies They poison the Earth and give birth to Satan Chemical Plants Nuclear Reactors Farmers driving tractors with tractor hats Packing fat gats all gangster Thanks to the stir in the blur I say word You haven’t heard of shit like this with the twist I need Ganja again I like to take tokes through a bubbler I blew myself Make a phat headpiece for me and you I don’t want to charge you and screw you I love crafting glass It’s long in the past but I was high all the time So it’s a special experience of mine
Bombed off the bong smoke Take a toke choke it broke your lungs busting chugging coughing spastic Raw hits off a spliff are nice I don’t like a bong with ice I like room temperature My connect served me before earlier this day Got a fat sack to practice my blades I got a stay of execution from the institution For causing the solution to fix the problem I solve em Don’t get involved in it Let the master fix the hitch I flow off with drips brains Stay shaking loose change It might seem strange or funny You need to have money to buy Ganja It should be grown on every small organic farm for the charm I worked a farm Always had the green thumb Some Suckas get dumb when they from the inner city And never smoked a tree
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Edited by Solid Log (11/17/22 12:31 PM)
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Solid Log
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Spoken truths all Gold center The entrance gets bent when you chill and relax No drugs needed No speed did me anything like G did I get it heated up and need to play for truck Responsible is luck I stuck up a sucker at gunpoint Told him to stop playing my joint Get your own shit I told him as I took a hit I stay lit I get there Wave smooth in thin air Everyone stare at the glare coming from my soul For Rock And Roll it’s all I hot music wise I disguise my music in disguise No guy is going to put a finger on me musically I fooled everyone see by being Shady like Slim Even though the chances are Slim you could dim out Get your rims to spin and show off your new sport car I up to par got some tar heroin I about to smoke it to go within I don’t care if I vomit and get sick Endorphins are a trip
A Rhesus Monkey got chunky With his funky lump dunking something Bring one thing to the table and that’s chicken wing I farm poultry get smoldering heat Beat up a Parakeet I stay sweet Ain’t no one going to defeat me either Neither man woman or child can can ignite me with wounds I spell doom for the Soviet Union I fume like gas over Wars that War should be in the past War doesn’t last for humanity blast thermonuclear Students of War shoot each other when they brother even I rein the game with some flame Some Ganja to maintain my aim I exclaim What a sucka came like? I noticed it as a child I was the civilized Ganja smoking kid I shoot top bids now How I slid how I milk the cow
Summoning the Buddhist Monks We ain’t chumps We fuck you up just like Buddha taught I plan to rot before I snot tissue The issue is I miss you Please come back soon from the War My family is tore Some people ignore War As if it wasn’t happening It’s a slap in the face of all peace loving folk Kids think Violence is a joke Adults act like kids With big wigs They swig dig the shit in it I flip a ticket on a cop Like I was Mr. Spock I rocked his shit past the limit It’s a gimmick the martial arts I fart and duck out to piss and take a shit I miss the Violence I tell yah I like to shoot em up in video games and on television
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (11/18/22 06:50 PM)
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