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OfflineSolid Log
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 245
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 27 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859765 - 01/02/23 09:04 AM (30 days, 5 hours ago)

I hit up crews at the Psychedelic Junction
Your music can’t function any more when I tore and pour it on the floor
With the War now flats you sound hella scattered
What mattered was the mushroom it’s a custom to bust soon for those who don’t flows
On Psychedelic grows all I know is trip I blow up the hip even Steven with LSD treatment
I beat the defense of the offensive I rent out lease expensive extensively
It hurts to be G this New Year’s Eve happy 2023!

I love to play Psychedelic Blues, Jazz and Funk on Harmonica!  As long as it's Psychedelic.
I'm also Green Bud down with the Meth Cap with Herbs.

You could get an elephant tusk thrusted up your butt and still not make the cut
You could get stuck in a rut without Buddha Dharma to cause harm
You could charm the great snake all fake make a mistake and break
You could take out the trash smoke your stash and get whiplash
In a car accident relax you bent up to sent up
Flow free and see the pentatonic scale without fail
Play the rails and hurl vomit over the edge
Crack a skull with a sledgehammer or shoot someone with a bammer
Your grammar could suffer you got bad manner
So damn your soul to hell to rebel before you fell
I dwell in the realm between heaven and hell
I sell Ganja and bomb yah from beyond the grave like a slave
To a Ganja farmer you behave properly after you stop and see
To cop some free weed you need to bleed first and feel the thirst

I like Tai Chi
It has to be Chi guiding me
Backward they fast slurred speech to breach contract
I brought the bomb back and suffered the fact
Acted out latch on back it down
To lack long slow pain is to fail brain
You remain in hell to dwell
You bell ring change colors multiply duller shades of gray
You could fade in the shade
Relax and got it made
You get played
Played out on the ground by a pound
For screwing around
With the weapons I found
The 8 steps with the round circular fluidity
Of the Tai Chi that’s me
Deadly like Methamphetamine
I used to smoke Ganja on the scene

I like to smoke green bud
Answer your name in the cut
Get explained life all the aim bust but what’s up
I freestyle rap on green bud
After warming up
You can see on the green bud spirit G
I like to key in I don’t flee when I see violence
I just chill and laugh
You stupid bitch what the fuck do you think?
You cause a big stink
With your gangster lean
I love the gangster lean the most on green bud
I wear pimp clothes and my gold rope is used to choke the other sets
I flex
Just call my name next and I wrecks
Destroys microphones
I get stoned yo
Just leave me the fuck alone
I need to grow my own trees
Get down on my knees and pray
For good seeds
I see mushrooms in my dreams
I get excited thinking of lighting up
I drink water to order
It’s the best I can do I’m from the crew

I saw a Shaolin Moon
To consume the fire the flame the tree the brain
Come get it came something busting up munching on veggie
I bet heavy I steadily weed through your crew all speed drew the gun
I read true as I hum a tune I sum the gloom is for real with the steel
I wield real steel to feel you get the peel I G all I can be to seal
The tree in my heart it’s a start to get smart and Gangify
Don’t worry you can’t die from it I run hits up the squadron lit
Mix in the cauldron some shit I need to get out of this twisted existence

Poison Bubble Gum
That’s my code name
For my ho in flames
She does work on the avenue perk up
For slut
But you want it from something from thing stun to sing the gun it ring
I from the Kingdom
Where we wing dumb ass faggots who eat maggots off dead rats
I scat scittle scabobble won’t wobble on cobblestone
I get stoned in a prone position I’m on the mission
To get fixed in this game
With hot aim I proclaim myself the giant of buds
With bigger nugs than bigger thugs

Satan’s got the gun
I stung Satan’s lung with crack
I right back up the track cut
With evil lurking for Satan’s working to blame
My aim is to fuck you up
Dump on you like a pickup truck
You suck at something so I want you to know one thing
You like a tree stump
You get lumped with lumberjack damage
And can’t manage your own stock portfolio
I got you some polio vaccine
And mean green bud to smoke
So you could join the team

If you some shit
Then love it
Love yourself to death
Like scrub step in the place with ace for a taste of the magic trick
I magically skip the dance session
I taught a lesson to the professionals
Sets get pulled techs on stun
For the gun you some shit that love it
I bet you collect Social Security
For purity your fluoride in your toothpaste
Strengthen enamel
So you could ram the bull in the bullfight
With your teeth you bite

I did the dumbest thing two days ago
I lost my flow
I get it now it was a powerful blow
To my ego
My hopes are crushed
I got bumrushed at the crack spot
I got shot
I got tackled on top
I wrestled for the blood vessel
I nestled in close to a ho
In slow mo
To think better of myself bro
I am going to grow some weed
So I can feed the hungry with lunchmeat
Everyone loves to take a seat at my meetings
I give greetings to the Aliens
I get impaled with a big shiv and BBQd on a shish kebab
I slobber
I got clobbered again today
This time at the weed spot because I am gay
It was discrimination
I sold the National Geographic Magazine Subscriptions
I don’t listen to my global position navigator
I see you later after I fade out again hater

I’m Lester the Jester
The Molester with the best burn on the big bud stogie I blow freely
The cheese is disease in my easy plan
I get Iran nukes
I puke on fossil fuels
For fluid I ruin The freezer
I breezier than fleas are
I up to par
Like a jar of the Green Sticky Bomb Weed
I found a seed and planted it
Now I have an avalanche of buds
I suck it up
I love all drugs
I am like Mohammud Ali
I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

I roll you a secret L
A Ganja cigarette with the meth lacing for crusty ashes
My ass is big to swig the moonshine
I got in a bind and got behind
I defined a new generation’s sensation
I rode the inflation wave
With room to be brave
Like a slave I got a close shave
I behaved different after givin’ it up
And accepting my role in the cut
A call a white man master
Disaster came one day on the cotton plantation
We decided to grow indica
Ever since then I’ve been with yah bruh
I got pushed and shoved
And loved when Karma caught up and sawed you off raw cut

I squished a big bug on my new rug
It left a stain and I felt pain
For the bug and the drugs I was on were good
I stood wood in the butt for once
I shut up
I got it over with like four leaf clover luck
I didn’t give a fuck
I pressed you up against the wall
And started to ball
I want it all
I got in a brawl at the K Mart parking lot
By the slot machines
In Las Vegas Queens
I mean on the scene
I got a lot of green pot
And Purple Kush
I love when the tush gets mushed
I hope one day everyone grows their own pot
And experiments with breeding
It’s lots of fun
I’m #1

Edited by Solid Log (01/02/23 09:19 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 245
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 27 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859769 - 01/06/23 07:39 AM (26 days, 6 hours ago)

I had a fool run up on me
To stun I ignited lighted up
And righted wrongs
Heard this song before?
It’s War to the core
I born with the bong rips
Smoking as a little kid
I slid bid
Don’t know what sober is
I quit the biz
I stick shift the ace off of taste of venom
Some just end then but I just begin
I think it’s a sin
To not right wrongs after bongs
People run up in throngs
I got a song about it
I rounded up like herbicide
The cattle ride the inside
Of the loop I scoop
I shoot this trip down flew twist downtown
And all around I got the sound
Before I was grounded?
I got it now and then before I was ten years old
I sold on the sackage
I hate wack kids who lack this
All my friends jealous
I just bell and split
Safe to have seen shit
I hit hard on guard
For the carnage
That tarnish the scene
I smoke mean green

All tools
Get fueled by the bid to stay slid in
Just the beginning
Little children killing each other
Over colors and sets
With tennis shoes and baggy sweats
I jet up the block fluent in gangster talk
I walk what I talk so I don’t hawk
I chalk bodies I shot heat gun bleep
I done creep something seep in to win
That’s why murder is the worst sin one
Could end on this note to vote for
At War MCs get torn off

Life’s a trip
You could make money and get hitched
Some cinch it seem to the rich indeed
So pay heed to your poverty
And understand armed robbery
It causes problems see this money be
Runnin’ free through the pockets of the
Population on the station at the break when
They mistake and take it in like they begin
Money is a crime you won’t see a dime
All the time you click crime lick the popsicle
Tickle a little solve the riddle
Get stuck in the middle
Between the grill and the burners
You get to work further than you hurt
I got the shirt on my back
And further exact I got rap
I study Buddha
I stay true to the light I write at night late
Hoping I could wait for a little
I got to sleep hoping I could cope with the next day
The sun ray shine sometime
But more so in mind is the time it takes to make the break

Speaking to the cops on Ganja
Is like yo momma
Once I got flagged down walking on meth
Actually a few times
Mine is the walk of death
I rest after a sleepless night
I like walking on meth
It gets you hella lit
You can rap till you quit
And the neon lights go down on Broadway
I don’t play with meth
That trip is near lethal
Every time
With every rhyme
For every climb up to high heat
You ask for a receipt
And take your meth back
After near death
Most people were scared to roll meth
I know this kid who hurt himself
Serving bids
I recommend Ganja
It’s what I recommend

I’m a mushroom
I tried them and died then
I served the send and all that
I lost most of my friends
People are whack in the head
It gets splendid when I end up handcuffed for taking the stuff
I never did but this dealer on campus did
I figured out why they didn’t like the counterculture
Now I soar like a vulture
Swooping on dead meat
I can defeat any MC
Almost steadily
I’m ready for Platinum
I jack and some
Stacks get rinsed
Don’t chince on the sack
Take the eight ball or you whack
I saw a fool in the back on this one trip
He wanted to serve me rip
I said, What is your trip?
I had it in the mix
I separated from the non martial
I’m partial to a shroomhead though

Meth makes ball caps that wax
You done
Relax you stun
Tax you from
The face of the planet
Every time I balled I ran it
I jam it into your head
Leave you fed with meth
Suckas to death bleed
From my Tech with speed
Pay heed to these words
That I manifest when I suggest
You cap meth
It’s dangerous and you gonna die
So don’t even try to back out
With your sack black rounded
You get pounded into the ground
Out loud with the profound
I sound like a pusher
I shush yah in the bush the blur
From curved straight lines
Every time
I serve the sign to
Suckas with the dime piece
Get swords and win the awards
In life with no strife and some ice
I rolled the dice

$$$ is code for Tree Of Life
In Heaven I drink $$$ and eat Hashish
I blast leaves and fruits
I loot and suit tuck in the shirt
I work
WIth Hashish it spell complete relief and paradise
I spare a pair of eyes peeping me
Still sleeping I’m creeping into your dreams this weekend
I blend Hashish types I have to try to fly at some point
Light on fire
It’s the joint
I don’t like to smoke I point and eat Hashish with the soil grown Organic fully krypto
Don’t bitch at me below zero
I’m my own street hero
I peer below the scandal and I vandalize Heaven
With pee pee on the seven spirits
I locked out fear this
$$$ is the ash making no mistaking
I’m baking later on bro

I spot a whole block
Chalk up to rock dust Coca
Did Bill Clinton Inhale?
I get stale old on Coca grow mold
I might soak once to get bold and dopamine
Clever lean with the width and technique
Coca speak to me
Broken in reach to free be
The scene I lean on on lead strong
Release until dawn
I re on it I like to stay lit
I serve and fit the stick shift
Riff tricks off glitches and stitches
The Somewhat Psychedelic Coca
Is a rope your neck hope tah wear
You get scared if you a drug novice
My progress at the bomb fest
Relax and on stress I the best
At the music festival I burn hole through people
No sequel no equal nothing quite like it
I reach for the Coca as a psychic
Prepared for a hype Gong Fu flick

The Gold Breath Of Life
God has it perfected with no spikes
For max energy
The tendency to come to life is real nice
I like Gold cold anytime
I like vitamins in the plants
Rich with proteins the fans of these are vast
And far wide
Everyone who tried can’t deny
That God does it best
A Christmas Candy Cane
Down Gold Lane
Juice for the Gold leaf tre not deuce
You get so loose you loot out
And any other route you take
Just isn’t the same
Drugs, Water they all fall short
Of the Gold Breath Of Life
I might get too high
But don’t overdose
But come close
No spikes God helps you strike it rich to the max
Fully wrapped up in Gold just like I told you
Cash Rules Everything Around Me

When the axe falls down
We frown on those who don’t close and kill
You could be chill but still not warrior
I tore your heater out of your hand
Your brand is bland
My stable capable way I pull is unequalled
I freak fully I’m not a bully
I decapitate I like to lay them out straight
I fought many times
And my rhymes track closely how people whack
I got it in the sack for flak I react calm
My bomb drop unstoppable
Unless you at long range with a firearm to engage
I get everyone in close
Suppose we both locked and froze up?
I close up shop with the sure shot
I blow up spots
I hold fold at the caught holdout the pole with the blades on the end
Fully Military grade that I send

Edited by Solid Log (01/09/23 07:41 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 245
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 27 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859778 - 01/11/23 09:01 PM (20 days, 17 hours ago)

Mushrooms and buds
Cash and Waters to finish you up
You been to be fin up in the cut
Shake your butt
Your booty I scoot booty off the new scene
Gleam with this Mac cream you dissed
I twist one sun I brung from the demon lettuce
Let’s not forget it’s the wettest tax your head clips
Like reddit I edit I said it there
I tear up and within this shut out business
You left with no doubt
To begin this use Ganja
For a few years to calm your tears might flow and you grow so you know
Once you begin the mushrooms you start to see your tombs clearly
Dearly departed, we charted this chapter after the master lapse
To word tax and hung birds by the neck in check I reflect
On my decision to make incision I just listen to your shit
My shit is lit I stick it in the head murder dead said murder bled
You want to murder fools after shrooms all witness pack tools

Donald Trump catalyzed the end of the World
The Credit Bubble is unraveling after the Donald Trump Gala sing!
Donald Trump!  Donald Trump!
What a chump
What a punk ass
Hold him to task and he get blasted
He wouldn’t have lasted five seconds in the Bush in Vietnam
I stay calm because the bomb is dropping now
The World how it unfurled is like Wow!
I never imagined a credit bubble could stumble and fall
The wall is coming down
All the other MAGA around will make sure it happens
America First got shit crackin’
Cut us off from the World sure was happenin’
I’m a Globalist
I fully dissed Republican Mark Tricks
With the trick up the sleeve they deceive with economics
The bomb exists
Inflation will cause panic widespread
Famine among the poor, homelessness
Sure the bone thrown to the dog with no meat on it no feed in the dish
My COLA is unbelievable shit on my Welfare hit I trip off it

I drink a charge
Murder is farthest from my mind
You are blind and behind in rent
You owe me a cent
For every time you went over the line
That’s a dime times ten million
I be killin’ you in the pocket
You jock it the disease
I head your cheese off
You ain’t got no cheese and you soft
You lost in the wasteland
Understand it’s the brand
I lend a hand to some
But not if it’s holding a gun
Where it come from is the strands
Pulled together into fabric
Like magic a craftsman
With her hands
Is fantastic
I landed a job with the hazard squad
Pulling up in the fog and smog
To take a toke no joke
I get paid to get high
And study why I get paid
In my eye is the blade still to this day

Bird up word up
Bird comes from the Bird seeds
Bird breeds hatred
Some mistake for aching heart breaking apart
When you Bird up you dart
All across and far and wide to take scope of the land
Bird take command
Some say brand but I say in hand
Flap your wings and sing
Execute the fatal sting to ring true as Blue Bird
The 33rd is Blue
Gong Fu is fuel for the pool party
Might start me in the direction of broken down section
MCs reflection on Bird is a chirping sound working round
All hurt thing found in a stinging clinging state
Like air for the hook Bird look for worm
I squirm and know better some Bird bled your neck cries
In the eyes the Bird tries a Bird flies all the ties of family
Branded on the hand of the Bird
Bird is the word

Pumping it up up chump thing a run around
The flood come sound like tidal wave
Water behave for the oughta be brave going anywhere
And every hair on your neck stand up when water come
Like this water exist for the fist?
I think you missed the water point
A water joint is water anoint
High King the water make you ring a bring a dream
Just like it seem water and me are a team that gleam
Water and some cream on water I scream
All Water Got You Hachoo Sneeze
Water evaporates in the breeze
Water up to your knees
I got to water my trees they grow big buds know
I roll on buds for the patrol water fold up
I’m Gold and Platinum duck
I rappin’ some struck
The shucks G and be Country water freeze
Water make cheese in the flea size micron eyes
For water spies
This water never gets you higher?
You a liar you never seen water
My comrade and I are glad that water ended the dry
Spell at the end you bid water farewell

All helpless render you alive
To dealt with deal these wheels peel
Easy steel to feel impaling in your brain to say in
The game when I stain blood red
A murderer said he head out
Take the dead route
Get a head rush and shout
Clout comes from stun the hung sung song brung wrong
Off it you often soften loss in the game
A murderer’s flame remain lit sound it quit
I serve some shit
Further hit
Bust a budget to rub it in the club with the gun with extra clips
I take sips and flips I trip a rip off the hitch
Found in a ditch you a cinch
I got the wrench for the bolts
Folded colts sold your ammo volts to command slow
As halt it’s all your fault
I got the problem solved
Everyone involved agree I twist the job off

She was a Psychedelic Virgin
Her version of the World was strange
She failed class snitched and caught ass for days
I drop Acid and Play with Peyote
I smoke the co cheese
I play with disease too
Your diseased crew needs mushroom
I flew in the two seater
I beat your meat for you
I tore blew off the slew of cough from smoking bongs
Virgins in the thick fog
Bogged down in a swamp
I romper Room some spot some fool on the block with a tool
Drive by shooting
Looting Polluting all who the King?
I seen you on the swings at the playground
A Psychedelic Virgin can’t move the crowd
So where they at now?
They must be a square with an arrow through the skull
I hit it full
I shut up the gun up in your face for a taste of meth
I need to smoke weed to death
Every breath is a toke when you pack the party bowl
Pipes I blow I like to patrol the downtown section

Blood Ace Red Daggers
Caught this bag over your head
Kicked your ass instead of killing you
I be willing blue
Willing to sing the tune so soon
I consume the fuel I rule
I scoot you to boot you off stage
In a rage I come off on the page
I’m a sage
I murder for the ages
Your days been sliding by
I ripping while I’m dripping
I’m skipping class
Served an ass
Ask me how and I task you clown
I throw down
From all around the gun sound come loud
You could get hounded round did
The found kid dead in his spread
Instead of lead filled up
Hit his head and sped off in the truck

You can’t fuck with the big boys
Hit the toys like out of noise
Employs skid to do did it
No you didn’t!
You witness this the distance flips
Trips on the list to quit this
I bitch kiss a fist to you the bitch kid
From the crew
What else could you do I rule
I have a pool party
And start me up
I don’t duck a sucka off
I hip toss the cost is the sauce blend
I get it cost to end
I send this splendid
I recommend it
I defended the title
Successfully repeatedly and vital
For the rival to try suicidal
I can’t fight ya’ll
At city hall

Let’s get drunk!
I love a beer but Tequila makes me weird
I flashback not exact but I rap about trip I seen
I be in the party scene
To start me clean
Will and team with the lean on some cream
In a dream
It seem like the feeling is the real thing the latest hype
I swipe my debit card to pull it off hard
I scarred from alcohol
I down to brawl in the bar room saloon
I spoon a fuel cool into my drink
Yeah spike it I think with some shit
I don’t quit there
I light one up see the glare from the cherry
I scare with heat so take a seat
And watch the pros drink

Chinese Laundry
Scared you long weeks ago
You still haven’t recovered
I suffered existence
Thinking about plugging your head with lead
I know you gonna come back with the gun
I run shit like sun lit so I done hit your ass
I pulled up to the stash house
Where you got your stacks countin’ cash
I asked for you when you answered the door
Then plugged twenty two slugs into your core
It didn’t take any more to solve the problem
I’m a peaceful dude and you ruined the mood
Always fuckin’ up the party
You started me up
So it’s just your luck
To have fucked with a master
And owner of a Chinese Laundry

Edited by Solid Log (01/18/23 07:29 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Registered: 03/02/22
Posts: 245
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 27 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859787 - 01/18/23 11:08 AM (14 days, 3 hours ago)

If happiness is a warm gun
Then I’m gonna warm one
Swarm on son
Shoot him in his head till he headless
I medically assist the medic
In chillin’ after the killin’ fields
Each yields
Wielding weapons gets you rep in
Jettin’ through section
You guessin’
I learned the lesson
I sex in the stress bend
Around to the ground
Caught a pound
Off of lounge
Chill relax
State the facts
My act is black
I got a stack
I Mac
I rap about caps and gunshots
I null spots until head rots from violence
And won’t stop till I hear silence

I like to rich up
With cash in the stash but
I hit water glut
Sucks to rub off on some brothas
Who suffer from theirs
They bare and too wearing and tearing
Staring people down with a frown and no clue
Not understanding themselves their mental health suffers
I shudder to think of the discovery on the brink
Of another be stinking reek of the skunk
I thunk about it
Run around it
Gun it sounded loud and thunder
Lightning stripe
I wipe my psych
I like to smoke pipe
I’m a hype and smoke freebase
But I chase the Cannabis plan with this
Do damage with the crisp
Hundred dollar bills people kills for
It’s a War!

All chill with wax spun
And sunk an 8 ball
Relax sun
You gonna brawl
For it’s facts done
So hum a tune so soon you be in doom
It’s no holds barred
Get scarred dead or in a coma with the medical diploma
I stone yah with the herb
But you fucked up and swerved on me
Get ready to get your degree
Let’s see you ski
You get a palm reading just for bottom feeding
I speeding on your seedling in the window
To kill slow you grow real old fast
I smoked up grass to the task to outlast
Servin’ cash business with this
I go the distance
So what’s it going to be G?
God as my witness

You gotta have one of these
Wu Sign I throw up mine
To define a generation
I’m sick of knife brawls and vacation with fist fights
It’s a sight to see you
Drinkin’ beer steerin’ queer
You die in fear and in the rear end
I send this
Tremendous punishment relentless
Leave you defenseless
You get shot
Rot your knot off
You got a knot and slaughtered
I bought you water here
But you tear for a beer
I love to kill you dearly
Real smooth fear me
When you run up you get done up
You something stuck on shit I mastered the hit

I just decided that I’m a weed smoker
I don’t fuck with hard drugs the loc stir
I blur a curve that’s unnerving to serving fiends
Gleams in eyes beams what you try and seed till you fry
On Psychedelic I hit up the OZ of mushrooms die in C
My rhyme’s G until I P you hit up flee
I mic these E on raps cap a fool slap him with his own tool
Know the golden rule
You drooling on tracks
I come back with fat sacks of Sativa
I believe yah when you tell me you smoke major weed sir
I like to concur fully with the bullies
I pull heaters out the Fullies with my AK I’m cool see
I rule B on a stool I seat you see defeat
Beat your meat and feats of strength
To gank the length
Before you spank

The Sativa
Hit it up feed the soaring weed of the breed
We have need for the tropics beyond just mango and coconut
They grow some of the best stuff
But it’s different than indica
I been with yah waiting no debating over if Sativa is a great thing
My debate swing back and forth of course for the portion
Into a portion of the handy sack my fanny pack can’t handle that weight
I set it straight Sativa is great
I get cerebral like no equal any bud is see through crystal clear no fear
HAHA!  You can OD on tree so smoke it free
It should be almost free
Don’t tax it is all I ask kid
My sack’s big to bigger I don’t pull the trigger

I need to smoke more Sativa.  I can't write a good Sativa song.

Hit it raw dog all out your cog is the wrong job for the tool
Look at the fool hangin’ cool by the Subway Exit trying to left switch
The hectic off check list I deck crisp met hits with Tech switch
Flip that fat cat and sat on the map for the cap it happens that
I scratch the record any second to check it I stone cold wreck it
Destroy it a toy with employment for enjoyment my coin wet up
Appetite right on sight I take flight and light through the night
And for the whole fight my might ignite the hype is on type of bong
Song sung it’s strong to begun the stinging sum hinging off bringing stun
With Ganja grown under the Sun

Do the Blue Sundance!
An avalanche of fun to the Sun I’m under
I wonder who doesn’t want it?
I from hits I done split
Become lit
I sum shit
Off of awful crippled existence
I’m the shit in this
I twist one so my fist grow
Lean on pro
No need for that to flow
I show and prove
I’m so stone groove
I light up to make the smooth move
Try all variety
I dyin’ to ski pole
Lead role in the school play
I get this every day
With cash money
Straight from the tree
It’s the gun in me
That comes out permanently
When I Sundance

I blaze the OD
You get stoned?
Let me see if you thrown down prone
On this cranium bust
Trust that you put down
Like a clown you smile
All the while liver bile active
I slap bitch up
Truck rope is no joke
I thought provoke
I toke clones of steady
I’m heady
I sing deadly melody
Just let me key
I be captivating
I straight in the weight hinge on
Binge drug addict for magic
It’s tragic to see you die
From overdose
I overdose why I comatose
Broke this joke
On the cope with smoke
I like to OD on Psilocybin G

Edited by Solid Log (01/20/23 02:25 PM)

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Posts: 245
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 27 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859794 - 01/21/23 07:25 AM (11 days, 6 hours ago)

Conflict in the Fighting World Gong Fu
Over crews, brews and Shirleys
You could curl heat and still no compete
Fool drove a tank into rank and homie blew it up with bazooka
I loose leaf the kief off vacuum seal
Each appeal of the THC is unique
I’m a geek until it comes to fighting
Then I writing lyrics
I steering ships anchors away
Like I was in the Navy
I run a battleship up the crip city
Drip Gangsters off none pretty
You can’t git wit me

Red eyes red ties red lives off deadhead vibes
I trip
Sink a trip
Figure stink
Brink of it
Trip with kids?
Never this
I trip kids
I flip lids of grass to kids off of task
Master management
Damaged the structure of much more
I’m in prison
I envision the gridiron in football

I flip a city trip
With small farm town manner
Laughable grammar
Their accent is so thick
I can barely understand
What’s coming out of their lips
I stick a trick in the country
For something keying me
I’m the only one violent
The sucka crews remain silent
I trippin’ file in it to tip cows at night
Rows of corn
It’s hard to rap about more than that
I skittle skat off the bat roll fat and lump beef
Attack the whack
I sacked up so I back strut
The gun clap when I serving this flack

I’m an OG so I ski hit a tree
Break the tree off and keep skiing
The snow soft
I go snow blind trying to relax recline
When I get back to the cabin
I grab my brain on the mushroom train
This train roll down the track
It carry cargo
And I master the farther I go
I run slow
A fool function slow in combat
As soon as they promise the Lord
Their sword raise easier
They rap breezier
MCs sound cheesier
It’s a disease the punk ass
Folded up fast
Few can match this or outlast this
Gong Fu drama
I send a message to Yo Momma

I banged
A fool stang
Like nothing hype
Something might
Break like his face when I ace
Just a taste of the medicine
Foos I can’t let you into crews like dat
A fool dap so his jack is backslid
I cap kids for Mac bids on tricks
Sip a thick shake
Never make a mistake or you cake
Take up space on the planet
To ram it in
Begin to sin the devil grab you
Stab you and taxi cab you to the hospital
Where you die slow
Just so you know
You ain’t got flow
Let an MC show you
How it’s done
My crew just begun

Crab a pass all fast
A sun burst till it’s drab
Got a scab to tab up
I rap but I attack struck instead
People got thick head
Rappers bled
Servin’ Federal
This vegetable isn’t edible
It’s conventional
Sprayed with poison continual
Fertilized with death chemical
I sent you to full of life
So I strike three
I might be a ripe tree
I’m psychic with the hype split up
Divvy the treasure from the expedition
My mission is on condition’
It’s a War of attrition
So listen
Get your sift in the max security cell
Where I dwell by the Kitchen
I fixin’ a good meal
For real yo

I’m an organic hippy rapper
I snap a cracker in half
Faster than I do math
I solved the equation
It takes a hippy to trip me
I flip be in lost chemical hell
I rebel with the mask
I wear it on my ass
I pull up passed
The class to make the dash
You can’t outlast
I made a mistake
And dipped into the apple supply
It’s no wonder why I upset
The apples was sprayed with some death
It delayed my training and entertaining
I can’t concentrate on the main thing
I work under pressure
I can’t measure the test you endured
I hope you cured of the killin’ floor
All Rappers been poor once
No one fronts on a homie
Yo I’m lonely

I’m lost up a creek with PTSD
I can’t manage the hammer hit my head
And damage the brain
Murder explain the fact
On why I act
I sack of potatoes
With late dead flows
With my toes dig in
To the venom
I absorb shell shock
All shelled out the box that I dwell
You can tell if you talk to me
That I razor sharp I be
That MC who blackballed stalled and called names
I could burn up in flames
My brain is the lane dead
Murder instead you heard of brain dead
I had a wedding with a setting Sun
I brung up strung out
Fully routed I shouted out
Not about it but bout it bout it
I clout with fist
I can’t get pissed
It’s fully case dismissed

Edited by Solid Log (01/22/23 03:53 AM)

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Last seen: 4 hours, 27 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859834 - 01/28/23 02:00 AM (4 days, 12 hours ago)

Cousin Coca
Do you light it up to joke you cope with broad strokes
Of the weapon step in
You chill and anesthetic
Got prosthetic leg after powder kegs blew up
Do you screw in the duck?
Rule in the tough?
Through smooth and to the touch
All crews they stay buffed
Something such as the mood it influence
Rude kids to beware and stare at the white wall
I’m prone to brawl when I max ya’ll on bomb threat
I did meth suggested Coca
My smoke hit the Ganja Rope off
I broke soft crew is lewd as joke raw
The thing it ring coral a stinger with wing bat
Fold in stat for the black steady
Get ready
This one goes heavy
Crack Smoke
Short for the folk in the tokage
Smoke a broke kid out
For the reason
No doubt

I’m the blue bird stealing swords words wielding
More swords bleeding the feeling thing is believing
Is seeing I say hey there bro chill or you got to go
They move too slow so I cut the below the waist
They feel the taste it sound misplaced but gangsta
Is all over the place
You have to keep a gangsta laced I embraced
The sword culture from the moment my stoned style
Didn’t falter I rock of Gibralter I Walter Wheeling
Feeling the sting of a tip I’m wounded I soon did
The foo back exact with the sword rap award
I’m black and blue my crew is from the zoo
We practice to attack this defend hits and send the
Fit to the enemy whoever that may be
No way will I ever flee I like to see death
The feeling is a step of fielding the call
That wall to wall carnage is the hard fact
I brought the swords back to life

I wanted to do high dose shrooms more
But the War was on and the shrooms didn’t come up that year
I was drinking beers constantly
A teenage heart throb
I pulled a slob off his blow job to turn cog
The mind work I jerk
Like Johnny Dangerous I flame to adjust
On the gas range till my head bust
I got put down in the lounge
I scrounge up hits my bullet flips
I zip lips and pull it like crips
I trips
I’m sick I get a quick one
Sometime gun rhyme
Full of dust and the cussed out
I blushed out of rush route
My clout is shout out
Steady flow eddies of current
I murder bit serve a fit
You heard?
It’s thick

Caught out the window a flash bird
Grindin’ for furs and diamonds
Thrivin’ to stay live in the game
They caught a Wu Tang Blade
Fools had to get slayed
They get sun ray Play with skid
Do a bid shoot a lid off with no sauce
The cost was high hit a dry eye for code name Shy
Sly and the stone bought a bone out the zone round
The corner where foreigners played coroners slayed
Dismayed by how frayed and old the rope was
That shit broke cause a fool choked was dope because
Of the way the play was just on lay away
A fool stay away
Learned his lesson stop guessin’
Just cause you fresh in don’t mean you the best when
The black thought rappers distraught over
Caught you in a Range Rover

I need the Ganja euphoria
Way more than the corner store for brew
Your whole crew did Meth and didn’t knew know
Blow doesn’t solve like that so
My wibble wobble
Get job full
Of the smog smoke that you pull on
I like my Ganja gone in the kitchen
Servin’ a dish and my taste buds delight
It’s out of sight that Ganja
Your mom was the bomb on Ganja
And sung a song so long ago
She understands it so
The story go
Did you think you could flow on Methamphetamine alone?
I been in the zone testing spirits for ten years
My fear is the scream that murder seem out the window
So get your mind blown
Hook up with some of this smoke
It’s no joke
Top rank like soap you a skank
I bank on tank lyrics fresh and flow def

The spirits
Don’t tear drip shit up
The spirits
You was made to be filled
With the blade you can do amazing things on
The spirits
In Silat we got
The spirits
It’s traditional
To be possessed and pulled by
The spirits
People fear evil
You could hear it still don’t come near it
The spirits
Why you try to rear end
When you could send with
The spirits
Everyone cheer for
The spirits
In Tai Chi
We like to relax be filled with
The spirits
Small Circle Tai Chi and Bagua
Is the favored medicine and all but I like
The spirits
I’m filled with
The spirits

I saw a Gong Fu Flick
That was ill
It sent the chill up your ass until last night
You couldn’t write lyrics
Dissed you feel pissed
I experienced the Gong Fu
All true so to do this
You gotta be the rudest badass
With no fear of the class you pass
Busted task for the disgusted I mask
The odor of the dead all sewn up until the head
They lie prone on the ground
When I get around to it I’ll dispose of the corpses

The squadron was baller
At least six feet taller than a one foot midget
The digits can’t be calculated
I salutations on the visit
Let’s get down to business
We wish shit adjust but you bust on it
You long to sit still you ill
I gotta kill at least ten policemen a day
Every gay guy loves me
I don’t even give hugs for free
Except to chicks with big tits
I’ve got a death wish I said with my fist
On the last task threw a twisting double dragon
Now you in the body bag again

Walking the trails rings gold
Out the mold I hooked up Fission Bomb
It gets you all the way up until dawn the next day
Every Sun Ray Play for the way it is
I handle Biz I max for the practice on the last hit
I ask for quick speedy recovery from bleeding
Seeding stars from afar I broke this ajar on some
I made a gold guitar record with the step in it
I set to make different
Isn’t a bit up the fail for a rail to come up stale?
I bailed on fools I can’t act this with practice
Fully Functional you can’t match this
So git up and dance
While you got some hands

Leather caps still until
With better raps I fill
Statistics with met your heat to exist gun claps with
I mathematics I happen with the witness
From the bitch trigger happy who trick bitches with this
I went the distance and released fitness
Like quickness I sponge up
Smoke pot?  You straight lounge in the cut
I gut a strut for stuff
I got an old dirty speedy shirt I’m buffed
I rushed through class
Ask that your task flip the flask of gold
Straight until you old
Stay bold homie!

Slice em up with a smile
On the file from pile droppings
Copping lots swings the stop gap measure
Was a treasure for you
So your crew stewed up the brew
Got this new
Sound so true but in fact
I jack a sound off the Worldwide Bound
I clap a noun out the pound
For the ground I won
Sung song brung the hum along tune kids
Flew fits on the shit it’s some gift to
Strangle Mangle until you finish
I diminished the bitch in this with
Professional limit tested
Don’t flex kid

I seen an early meth tripper who isn’t Jack The Ripper
He dips there switch stare and who can compare with
The awesome Meth?
He started hitting up trips when he was 16
He doesn’t have the gleam in his eye
He plays guitar and is quite a cool guy
But he wants hard drugs!
I try to influence and pull the plugs on that shit
No one can resist the Meth
It so in step with Death you have to check it
Reflect back and wreck it sack with the rest period.
Dot fearing gettin’ shot was all they caught
The Mob Boss Fluid Cost you so don’t do it
You don’t want to see bullets
I pulled fully so everyone a bully
Who still does it like my Cousin is dead from Heroin.

I blow up like the Human Torch
Seen a Scorched Earth Policy
Meth is the only living organism
Left in the Universe
The Hearse pull up
I got a burst of energy and don’t give a fuck
I’m up
Up at bat
Splatter your brains with the gat
Kept fully intact with my hat on
I like to raps bong hits
Serve and fits
Still and say shit
Isn’t lit a Legal thing?
With legal swing?
Nope!  You get the illegal sting
My advice is to legalize Ganja to Save Lives

Edited by Solid Log (01/30/23 08:15 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859849 - 01/31/23 07:50 AM (1 day, 6 hours ago)

You will get high
And experience the firecracker Steroid
Like the Bulgarian System
You pump natural Steroids
Handle it responsibly
That means you stuck inside
If you go out
You gonna serve a fool with drugged Gong Fu
If I was you I’d stop training
I quit blowing glass and smoking pot
And it took me 9 months
To be around people again
It’s the truth that I recommend
You don’t train on drugs
I willing to stay chilling with the thugs

I taught a twig a lesson
Snapped him like one
My profession
The lesson of twig is brittle
You just a little strength
The length of you makes it easy to break
Make no mistake you are a twig
I smoke on a cigarette all day and play
With rhymes
Harmonicas crimes I delay in the 9s
For I slay
I smoked a joint
Forgot the lesson
And stopped stressin’

February First was a 2-1
That’s the lesson of meth and
The suggestion I give to kids
Is light that grill up shoot bids
Do the skids and
Peel big wigs back
Fully intact
Act like a Mac Truck
Rolling over ducks
You stuck without the cannabis
But no one can afford it
So you don’t have a chance!
I answer the call
Of hard drugs and ball

I blow the lid off
The sift saw raw stuff unleaded
Deaded a murder arm embedded
In the etching
Sketching bring the singing in
Bring the chorus in!
We smoke weed!
Chill out indeed!
Fuck speed and all that shit I quit
I almost throw a fit when I lit
I bit a rhyme a crime was to smoke a dime
I rot in line before behind I blind and grow unkind
I rock rewind my bind is evil I teach people
The sequel gets ill I filter each through until
We smoke Weed!
Chill out indeed!
I got the bread
I’m deadhead and clock some medication
No relationship on the inflation tip
I bust vacation rip up shit
Torn it didn’t I went to War simple with
The wrinkled fatigues
I got murder up my sleeve
I clock some cheese
We smoke Weed!
Chill out indeed!
(The chorus repeats 3X each time)

I like the shwag shrooms trip
I got busted a lip on them
I wanted to pollute the system
So I fist in
Execute the twist dance until midnight
All right…
We pickin’ shrooms up in the sector
Pacific Northwesterner
I found these growing in the forest
I’m a great florist and used to buy
Cubensis in California
I was born for Psychedelic
To tell it these shrooms gave me a hell of a hit
I got so lit I quit
Stab in the yard on guard
All the kids need trips
And run out the Yard so hard
I caught a charge and picked
With a razor and plastic bags
To carry it
I picked major weight
I skate on tracks
Murder is just the facts

You haven’t tripped?
Lit in the eye you die fast
Fully tasked with staying afloat
Your boat almost sunk
You dunk in the water now
Like Jesus Baptized
I speak lies
Each teacher dies
Fronting for the size
The victim was stuck in the back when
The sack fully emptied
Don’t tempt me
I cause a fatality
I rally behind the nerve
And all murders served
I to the curb with shit
Fully hit up
Rip the trip up
Your lip shut
Duck or you struck
By flying projectile
You’re in a lower percentile
And I can’t smile
With you around
So hit the ground
I cock it back and give you the Crown
Chakra opening to shock yah
It stop yah completely
Just like defeat be

Can’t compete with the Water
I taught yah torture
To more get it set it forget it
I don’t sweat it I bet it
Leaded edit the credit
Goes to the medic
Who shed skin
Denizen of the Dark
Marked and parked
Stark naked
Break it
Take it high
All made in the dye
In the wool
Bull I clock a null
And void annoyed?
You a sucka toy
Every girl and boy play with
On the A list my brain rich
I stain red in a ditch
Swish his wish is to dish it
Six Seventy lent it to me
Skid rent free
I dent a G
Non competitively
Incentive to approach the bench
For your sentence
I got an adventure
In store
Release you from the War
Want more?
Check out Psychedelics

I scorch on the porch
I have no remorse for city slickers
My name flickers by candlelight
Man I got Man in my sight
I light up right stuff
I might bluff in cards but not martial arts
I clock some shock run the stock went up and down
All around you found people
Like sardines you packed and the equal
Is you act tough but manage stuff diseased freak here full
Of country livin’
Small town given the good friends
We all are
We all know each other and go far to be kind
There’s no crime I rock a rhyme for drug crime
Servin’ time in long line earnin’ dimes
I got inclined to blind with the skip hop and jump
Roll over a punk ass
All the high school kids respect me
The hunters with their rifles are deadly

Ill as ever
Like I was pattin’ down leather
Beat breaks forever
Still it aches to make MCs make
The break it takes to win
Be champion of martial arts
Serious to shoot darts
I top the charts
My parts are coming loose on the deuce
Before you act smart
Get high collect the loot
Homie is fueled
He get the rule skid
And tool and safe bid
I heard he lost every fight
Before he learned
So now he’s all right
I hope tonight he won’t kill his wife
We gonna hype will and Psilocybin
The whole tribe spin the rhythm
With the dis in is prison
I can’t listen to this shit
I got the vision

Coffee diamond chips
Psychedelic Remix
Hip to skip to
This crew release you
We don’t meet crews halfway
We slaughter them wherever they lay
We smoke some hay
They on that shit
Servin’ dick brain
Call it switch lane
My beat stain with blood
Showin’ service in the mud
I pull a dub sack out in the club
Smoke it down with security all around
Now how that sound
I reach the ground floor
You could go down more
Into the basement
The replacement is the freebase
Cocaine laced with PCP
I put the flame to it
Remain screw head
I deaded on tracks
Plus I serve until wax spun
Just for fun I pull my gun
Show it to the Sun
And pray for some
Good crop of Ganja and stop there

Edited by Solid Log (02/01/23 09:55 AM)

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