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OfflineSolid Log
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poem
    #855733 - 03/01/22 09:39 PM (2 years, 18 days ago)

You could shoot people or smoke weed with them equal as freak pull off the joint everyone get it point is the business is not to kill and what is this?  It’s chill you could wreck a fool with tech like tool sound like fuel for the War with no reason no core it’s the season now with legalization to come as one nation to speed the healing and revealing our souls to one another

Leaning over the edge on bad trips mushroom fed everyone dead nuff said but what if instead the hype came to life and lights pipes up thick ganja smoke clouds type stuff that out loud you say DAMN it’s the hit that get you man everyone scan the area for plants there’s plenty they don’t cost money there’s nothing funny like a place this takes place

I smoke weed hit the chest yo what happen next?  I lay some text with my dragon breath unleash the seed into the ground so I could get a free pound or two just hangin’ with the crew there ain’t much new just chew on this I got kills and a 4 fifth I riff on guitar my music is up to par I just got a jar of hash oil light that shit up and watch it boil

I was often told that sold crack act as if black was the crack of my ass lit grass up and remained strucked by the violence silence pervaded inflated egos and toes stepped on leapt upon drawn techs till dawn long stares and pull out guns airs the wherewithal I glare till I fall and ball all tall standing commanding presences left you tense

Pot is too much you can say such and such about other drugs but pot stands above it’s got strength it’s got length it doesn’t spank you kill you or ill you it’s real smooth flowing all knowing smoking the bro it bring is growing on you thing like that imagine that it banned prohibited laws I don’t give a shit I smoke it anyway they say it makes you gay

Get rid of your guns and smoke something that stuns and shocks those who never thought before about the War they cause.  Cannabis damn before I rinsed cash I was flashed I dashed copped some shrooms and spun out of rooms to stew in doom like two in the womb twins been it's up to chuck firearms with efficient disarms I spell charms like lucky it struck me one day it's OK to practice the pop I slay a cop nonstop says gangster rock I clock chalk it up to rock bottom we got em.


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/02/22 02:39 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #855760 - 03/05/22 04:25 PM (2 years, 14 days ago)

Didn't read it, but I would like to help. Rhyme lime-in-horse and you will be sitting with the greats. Go from MGK to Tupac


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Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes
Lessons learned then gradually surfacing, Letting go, stripping naked to scream
I am not perfect nor do I strive to be, I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns
I'm a retarded, disfigured clown
Dying to be heard through the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall
I'm an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will
Sneaking into the lives of strangers, and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm just to feel better

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: poor boy]
    #855872 - 03/13/22 11:37 PM (2 years, 5 days ago)

All eternally peaceful life sworn to strife my knife just cut it up and I shut my mind to the blind, deaf, dumb what have I become?  I want some but guns prevent events to two cent rent I pay I slay…. I don’t want to say it that way I get a ray of sun just begun to have fun on number one is health wealth doesn’t matter when you livin’ fatter


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #855880 - 03/15/22 12:05 PM (2 years, 4 days ago)

:tldr:

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: feevers]
    #855893 - 03/17/22 09:36 PM (2 years, 2 days ago)

I gotta put it down for the mind style fist boxing and fencing get your dent dinged out I don’t wanna route it’s like you shout and turn it up loud ain’t nothing to be proud of dove not hawk way I walk chalk it up to snot nose bully talk I got shit coughed smoking herb all the time why I rhyme slow and blow then it’s time for the show to end


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #855928 - 03/23/22 08:54 AM (1 year, 11 months ago)

We got us a lil rainbow Tonka truck up in here :awehigh:


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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #855985 - 03/31/22 07:03 AM (1 year, 11 months ago)

The Funk Killa Iller than Sly Stone the filler I release Billa I chill a Willa I smoke Pillow I still flow cologne smell patron breath out the left end send it bled nip in buds stuff like punk sunk and dunk on shoot pollute myths fifths and cripwalks I Zip stalks off buds I rip cough up lungs and stick out tongues take a taste for displaced peoples


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856042 - 04/06/22 07:49 AM (1 year, 11 months ago)

I actually dig it by the way :vibin:


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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #856053 - 04/08/22 06:45 AM (1 year, 11 months ago)

It’s the amazing spice fuck that ice crack or meth everyone left knows the steps routines light beams beaming from third eye gleams what it seems like is the type of thing that bring wings to fruition you go on mission for the sticks you handle soft dismantled coughed and rambled on roll a joint pack a bowl all soulful and you got Gold

I’m the drug Kingpin on water you order slaughter next up wrecks stuck in the checks bucked em off lost on soft psychedelic a relic to some so I hum and vibrate lately I for sake of break be up to take P and G I got free toss it up be the thing everything bring to sing crew all flew like it grew on you the more the tore less I eat fresh


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/08/22 09:49 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856083 - 04/11/22 08:18 AM (1 year, 11 months ago)

Shed em all off the raw precepts to take checks balance heck out the flex rappers bet some dead now every head how it went out louder some crowd your small town soldier found fuller all duller some color needed bleeded bled nuff said rappers turn red when they edited raps dedicated several made it some got faded like traded team players

I hit up a major Psilocybin dose you’re supposed to stupid what you shoot kid?  Root high bid try slid through crew grew unto chew on food rude boy all true is toy my employ got me void I’m annoyed right now slaughter fat cow eat burger to chow come how I round astound take you to town never frown I’m like a clown


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856090 - 04/12/22 11:32 AM (1 year, 11 months ago)

A fellow Dr Seuss reader I see :awehigh:


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bruh....
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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #856095 - 04/13/22 05:59 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

The Cannabis Magic often misunderstood lifting good four Eagle palms major bombs dropped when stopping fights like all nights right is in flight time to sight on the bite for you get excited you kick back and fighted back give it slack jack up the back end wax when the tax commence with defense you could pop em non stop then

I have 18 moons orbit round the the sun at my center I eat Bagua for dinner there is no winner in this thing here I scare a bunch of Chinese Kids just hanging out shooting bids kids envy me want to see the real call me master and that”s for sure I can’t sell cure I poison toys in the game what I came like with the same light achieve fame right


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/13/22 07:24 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856099 - 04/15/22 11:46 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

I’m in need of the cannabis vibe whole tribe knows why we all got high and stoned shown the road amongst the rolling stones we break bones and hit up cones toke reefer smoke show down at oak valley with the rivals be tripping on Sally the Grand Finale we go to Kali and yo we just playin’ the crew know what I’m sayin’

You don’t have to be there to visit says my digit riveted off digital scale weighing out ounces I inhale no way I’ll ever get scared by a trip no way one way go one and say it rain shit is in the plain envelope say poof magic disappear into thin air get the shot when it’s clear I steer through ghettos of the mind and always remain blind to violence

I made a fission bomb archaic explosives close it’s toke wizard on blizzard mo bet up scissors like it’s yours I shit pours into glass fast guzzle up savor the flavor jet and say later when I step the trails practice fails in those who rails off the boss taught me to win the lottery I got to be now on fusion conclusion to those still I chose this life sentence

He marked for death expect me to fold up step told G to boldly murder spree on other G?  He free except his gang slang is real hardcore talking dismember and gore like before it was all brothers called cuz what doesn’t because of rubs outs and murder shout raps about to bust trust that they fold up fat and can’t handle gats for real yo


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/19/22 08:10 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856471 - 04/26/22 06:39 AM (1 year, 10 months ago)

She love the way I lick her spliff about to hit it I know. I love it when she give me kisses her scent stick to clothes. Fire on her lips but I hate to see her go, she's always keeping me lifted so like my nine I'm always keeping her close...


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Edited by spirit_shadow (04/26/22 06:41 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856487 - 04/27/22 02:03 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

:feelsoldman:

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
    #856533 - 05/02/22 02:09 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

Twisted mixed it up
You still suck pass the buck
All rhyme is truck
Suckers duck can’t get enough still
They kill will it new effect the check
Raps rhyme like heck
Fill up step anyone wreck the mic
I like to my psyche through
The type who might glue you like food
I’m in a good mood so I have
Good attitude I caps flow true
All rhyme to school anyone blue?
I sock it to you for all that’s true
Anyone new?  I get it drew up
The plan so no screw up
All who buck the system listen
You be glistening listening to phone ring
All King swing a latter day matter fade
Trade sure gats sprayed but delayed
Answer chance swore on the dance floor


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856535 - 05/02/22 05:26 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

Here I sit,
butt cheeks a-flexin,
just givin birth,
to another mexican



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Bassui wrote the following letter to one of his disciples who was about to die:
"The essence of your mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is a mere void. It has neither color nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains.
"I know you are very ill. Like a good Zen student, you are facing that sickness squarely. You may not know exactly who is suffering, but question yourself: What is the essence of this mind? Think only of this. You will need no more. Covet nothing. Your end which is endless is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air."


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Re: poem [Re: Fleabag Friend]
    #856536 - 05/02/22 05:28 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

He who writes on the bathroom walls,
rolls his shit into little balls.
He who reads these words of wit,
eats those little balls of shit!



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Bassui wrote the following letter to one of his disciples who was about to die:
"The essence of your mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is a mere void. It has neither color nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains.
"I know you are very ill. Like a good Zen student, you are facing that sickness squarely. You may not know exactly who is suffering, but question yourself: What is the essence of this mind? Think only of this. You will need no more. Covet nothing. Your end which is endless is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air."


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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Fleabag Friend]
    #856537 - 05/02/22 06:55 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

I be rappin’ some trippin’
Off black Platinum
Gats go from the Street
To the High Priced Suite
You could get it greet me
At the door to see free hit the floor
Tryin’ to jack I get you back fast
No one last in the game
All the same suckers to blame
I call em by name
As quick as they came
I do entertain I wipe em out explain
Hype no doubt gone Southern Route
HAHA I murda what it’s all about


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856538 - 05/02/22 07:30 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

Niffla, it’s dark in here, it stinks like a skunk, and I’m getting really scared.  Help. 

:cryaboutit:


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Edited by 1234go (05/03/22 08:35 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
    #856549 - 05/04/22 10:24 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

Wealth inequality the way I walk
Always follow me hit up the
Dollar Tree nothing to see here in
This neighborhood grew up in fear
I tear I wound suckas do too
All raps within my crew is brewed
From the tombs to the stale rooms
Where We dare to take on the few
Who do surrender capture torture
Get your chest bare I wreck air
On Psychedelic I best I Gel it
I cold tell it hit with pellet I fell quick
Some hell lit like swell up and shit
I have to quit others stay lit back
I shift sick sack crip Crack and nod
The head in risk at task at hand


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856552 - 05/05/22 11:58 AM (1 year, 10 months ago)

:smug:

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
    #856570 - 05/07/22 07:50 PM (1 year, 10 months ago)

When you walking’ down the street
And suckers beat to give you threatening creep
Put you to sleep?
No it doesn’t come cheap Martial Arts.
When you chillin in the club and a sucker
Pulls out a 9 mm dub of clips rip off
Duck down don’t cough it come Raw
This Martial Art
If you see a cop beat a criminal nonstop
Film it or dive in and save civilian
This Martial Art
Everyone bleep out the cuss word it’s absurd
Ride a curve get internal Chinese
All this please people pulling rabbit out the sleeve
This is magic and Martial Art
So don’t dart through the streets causing mad heat
To erupt press self destruct all a sucker want
Is the funds in this business to get the drugs to fuel
His Martial Art distance
I practice sober now ain’t done a drug in How Long?
19 years no beers no weed no speed all I need is
Martial Art all I plead is non violence
Give you a helping hand with no greed

I feel like a dead person
What’s worse than not tokin’ first then
For 19 years
I pass up beers I turn down everything crown
I feel down heat come from all around
Feel like a clown I know the herb ganja
Will calm yah and bomb yah out reroute
The lifestyle give a big smile all the while
Create Soul Child freedom road
Release the load take it off the feet lounge mode
Wreak Magic on the stoners mode of operation
Go on Vacation see things coming from
Wherever brings my heart sings as the things
I smoke passes through my brain
I take another toke
What more could I explain?

I’m an Astral Traveller grabbin’ your aura
To pour yah a glass of cash that last time
You tried to rhyme you murderous slime
I speak mine to the peak of the crime the criminal
Subliminal thinking hits you’ll pull off cough
The boss back clack click magic trick in the thick
Of this jungle like quick I bust a bitch’ lip
If they trip on me see I handle methamphetamine
My rhymes gleam to what a soldier mean
All the time it might seem like hype pipe smoking
Not joking being soaked in the flavor your behavior
Is still that of a slave to the substance abuse
I let loose the shrooms on you to level your ego
Say you can’t handle it??  You better handle this bro
And sis you get constantly dissed so why all the bullshit?


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/12/22 05:44 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #856616 - 05/14/22 10:26 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)

Fuck you Flowie
:justinwilson:
pussyboy


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Bassui wrote the following letter to one of his disciples who was about to die:
"The essence of your mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is a mere void. It has neither color nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains.
"I know you are very ill. Like a good Zen student, you are facing that sickness squarely. You may not know exactly who is suffering, but question yourself: What is the essence of this mind? Think only of this. You will need no more. Covet nothing. Your end which is endless is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air."


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Re: poem [Re: Fleabag Friend]
    #856622 - 05/15/22 02:21 AM (1 year, 9 months ago)

Slang and who said shit set it and head hit
The pavement it strange get out of range
To hit so I go with the flow and tight knit
Everyone quit I kick back take up slack and rap
About gats hats 40s mob stories and core heat
Is the the you greet the more you come sweet
Everyone meet up with the seat up like lead tucked
In the dance dance take a chance bullets make you
Advanced some got hands to do damage like me
See everyone G and free of Problemo I switch
Lane slow my trip brains blow on so so long
I go gone consume the drugs and flow on and on

Reciting all hail bro to the cash flow
Nowhere to go so chose roads puff up frozed
Ho is the pro swig off jig to get big
Suckers hid in bushes pushes back further attack
Some cut the facts up hack stuck in lack buck
I got cash flow though so I row row row
My boat float past enemy vote the tenement
Seed proceed to flow bleed roll speed
Cold deeds done number one something fun
To stun begun to run after disaster plug
Your hashish more black born and act like moron


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/16/22 07:43 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
    #856670 - 05/16/22 03:29 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)

Comet it makes your teeth so clean
Comet it taste like listerene
Comet it makes you vomit
Get some Comet and vomit 🤮 today

Second verse same as the first:poppinsclap:


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I eat Cobras and Hair Pie

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Texas Honey Badger]
    #856699 - 05/17/22 12:29 PM (1 year, 9 months ago)

Manifesto technique innuendo mystique
Each sucka bleak gets his speak on
I wreak gone off pot smoke each dawn
I toke with broke back mountain fountain
Spewing out the outcome how come
My route’s done I shout hum to be number one
Each gun sprung a leak bullets missed my cheek
Bitch eat and get juicy to fruit see I cute
Shoot hoop to be new to freedom crew in
Cement be dented adventure sent it
God he bent it up sent you luck and program
Struck the buck stops here tear off an ear
Yelling in it fear you queer do you peer
Outside with your gun by your side?
You should knock on wood every sucka
Good to meet motherfu$^er

Drug Frames A Tight Blaze spread your wings amaze
Crazed even from too much Cement Drugs I reinvent
The Drug Frames tame what’s spent A in class depend
On Drug Frames man they hit tight shit flip take a sip
Wade through trip lakes of mistakes others make
Drug Frames all day it’s the way to play my favorite
Is smoking pot don’t you forgot what’s not like it
I’m psychic on Drug Frames I X Ray for days see through walls
Call it all ball it my Wallet dropped call it don’t stop
Follow through got what’s got on Drug Frames

Required tiring of firing up to say what’s up and duck
Truck jewels tucked ripped off ruckus up it’s ass fast time
Whack rhyme I’m in dimes clustered limes lemons from
Heaven 7-11 get it in denim shot juice Bethlehem ready set
Friend of the system suckas dis em I listen tricks in back and
Forth victim for the requiem no one steps ten for the Vet again
Four flex on the ends the crept up leapt struck the best truck
Jewels fools wear carry married to the system like Larry Tate
Suckas great to do it all through boo hoo with the fluid stew in it

Spar with all doubtful rip the head off Southpaw come a mouth
Law about saw all the now and draw pistol wishful thinking
Blinking rearrange kinking up the cord raps record maps I scored
Toe taps till you bored I shot a lord last Tuesday for messing
With my Employment Pay He might get shot some way I forgot
I run through maze hock up snot for the day’s craze before
It gets hot shore up shot four got it slot time a lot of crime not 9
Before failure I sail your biscuits up the get rich quick scheme
Victims with steam blow a lot of cream sometimes unseen to be in



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/26/22 03:02 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857086 - 05/30/22 11:50 AM (1 year, 9 months ago)

Growing up, I didn’t know how special time was till I
Reflected back on this mushroom track
Psilocybin to be exact everyone lack it mostly I closely
Follow the population in their exact makin’
Black brains all stains this ain’t your ordinary
Flames might burn up no way… You can’t stand up
Hardly a yard buck fifty some retard try to come get me
I pull up to par no one thus far has done it too hard
In this regard I think of sex, violence in silence
You never know the trip till it’s filed in it’s folder
You get bolder strength holder for the Gold you’re
Platinum relax to some low dose but prefer high and fry
Everyone try to make it to bake it brains off the chains
And placate I can’t relate to the Virgins I work in
The jerk end I search friend of the church descend

Don’t raise a sword against your brother you discover that $hit
Head tilted back lit till it chopped off flip flopped roll on the ground
Sopping wet with blood thugs prove crews do it to it rule fists
Blades made in the shade the fade for aid to fame and flame Burn
Up the learned struck by pure luck to meet one get spun number
The lumber for practice back fists lack crisp attack hiss Click
Clack it’s in the wrist I get pissed to see a bully fully out of null

Medicinal Herbs some word up learned you tucked weapon
Most profession get the guess in it I blessed win hits
Like hit records some herbs you chop it up in seconds after
Losing your breath taking hits and all types lights up
Mics but I stay shut until I fill up on the stuff like guts worm
My intestine squirm butterfly tongue go numb I vomit
I get so high I don’t even comment my mom bet I bomb set
I long on threat to lodge out the sex herbs led by the
Angelic few go through what crew slew on the brew concoction
Pop herbs nonstop then


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857301 - 06/14/22 07:25 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

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    #857316 - 06/15/22 08:29 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

Droppin’ hits nonstoppin’ licks firecracker steroid washing cricks brains
And there void Fast lanes and outlast bashes dashes to street thugs’
Parties pull plugs for all that involves murder morgue music
You choose it battle whose d!/ck?  I have to drink booze sip the saddle
Cracked and rattled I shall rip ball before I fall I told you all call
Me G I raps a lot and rhyme for free 33 can’t you see?  I be the MC
With Ps the greatest the latest the afraid to hits fade your $h!t

I be a B breaking B Boy shaking stake in rap game hate caps claim
Sets like jets I steps up to Techs I let others bet it’s cut for sweat
Shake your butt I get head all that said I raps made my bed for I
Instead red like Feds they Bleds Bleeds me my time to see rocks
Rhyme like G clock crime so free to do the time I got Ps and Qs
Drink booze raps screws into twos and threes a breeze knock knees
Chalk up lock stuff up chuck the banal struck for the fuc\\!k of it

Cold reason irrational logic project long rest on topic progress
Dominate stress lest it blessed chest back test facts like messed
Up dress cut festival but the rest will pull fully hold heat World
Street enough of eating depleting life force seating greeting
Some meeting others bleeding suffer heeding to the real thing
Zeal King of feeling sing all be all and it’s the ring of Truth
So root shoots grow fruits you know who is probably new to flow
Glow black Afro low lax a$$..hole gone traps gold and sold

I am a Hindu God of Jesus the Empress the Tempest adventurous
I with Charlton Heston with the best in tin cans plans out
Mannerisms with damn your Prisons are Crowded
I make a sound and I canned the plan just as rubber band snaps
Other than that I’m fat I have a gat and pat down visitors
I envision yours as prison bores the shit out of bitten more
For sure I cure the poor they the ones who need it I hit speed
Twitch for seed I’m rich I hitch a ride go inside the mind on LSD slide
I eyed a woman just the other day who was gay let’s play patty cake
And bake her’s man


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857438 - 06/25/22 11:34 AM (1 year, 8 months ago)

Everyone wants to be happy applicable to tax free sad to see otherwise
Ties up eyes cut by blind but I lined strut with cocaine H and novocaine
I release brain on a mission deceased position all condition is in
Remission I dis in Listen I bitch end the lend off lease to beast I
Get each one done sun son I bun bust bake it worst mistake itch
Cinch Lynch mob do job on inch cob corn pipe thick fog quick bog down
Swamp comma momma I got Bahamas I clock drama and Tommygun
Old school Mafiosi close to G hopes on freedom don’t cement shoe
Unless the fool is ruled of law jaws drop and pop Glocks for flocks
Of Birds to scatter


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    #857439 - 06/25/22 01:31 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

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    #857440 - 06/25/22 02:15 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

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    #857449 - 06/26/22 08:36 AM (1 year, 8 months ago)

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    #857474 - 06/26/22 07:39 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

I want to smoke the Hashish Black Kief don’t call it wacky weed it’s
Rap you see through the lens that never ends proper respect I detect
The stench of the undone head that’s unsung never seen and high strung
I become the mechanism of the hectic envision the prison most in
Get again the prerequisite I check your stint I leapt up bent on
Measurement representing Kilos spent it’s secret government want it
Legalized even I cement the venture with my clout I clock adventure
Searching for the new kind buds slippery like suds laughter with your
Entrance to the third eye incentive to die and go to Heaven where the
Ganja is splendid everyone tend the crop nonstop highs to the eyes
Stones to the bones make phone calls and zone all it’s called Cannabis


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    #857537 - 06/30/22 09:15 AM (1 year, 8 months ago)

After drinking Mango Shakes, I worship Eggs
The Mango is good, Eggs are the symbol of Fertility
All Policeman seek to shoot Eggs for no reason
They hate Women, who have eggs and are the
Center of Fertility
Police can go fuck theyselves
Enforcing Unjustice such as Ganja Prohibition
Fuck the Police
I stay healthy eating Eggs
All Eggs are for the World to be Rich


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    #857538 - 06/30/22 01:37 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

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    #857543 - 06/30/22 04:52 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

Woe is to the man who thinks he has all the eggs in his grasp
He is delusional, thinking all the eggs are his
He packs a pistol to get hold of all the eggs
He doesn’t care about where the eggs came from
He has eggs on the mind
A shootout!  Multiple shots fired to get a few eggs
The eggs are never secondary
They are primary
Every egg is important, but still, share your eggs with everyone

Rock the jeweled iron fence
As spoken of in Tibetan Book Of the Dead
Or the Seven Jewels of Zen Buddhism
Or is there?
Very few people think
Blood type positive
Each relax on Oxygen
Pop you spin
Lock no one wins boy

The soul child of rebellion
Every frank discussion
Left no trace of the taste
Foul taste violence
Shared adrenaline needle injection
Cause and effect
Night Train coming and all I got
I got a thing I do
You can’t attract
Everyone step off
Get lost amigo

All written fly smokin’ meth
Just guess at it
Left tragic step addict
Automatic the undressed fully
All heat
Nothing sweet
You get struck by the Tech
No one knows you never slept
Jet to the lab
To grab the stab up
Have to duck some beware of fuck
I untucked the weapon

I’m made of meat, pasta and sauce
I’m the boss of the crew
All toggle the switch
To get rich
Everyone done
In the Sun
Get your hype
Swipe the pipe
Smoke a bowl
Rock and Roll
Gat you pull
All rhymes null
When you get capped
By the strap

Train Gong Fu all day
What else is there to say
Coming up with stuff
To crush
Break
Wreck
Keep in check
Makes X marks the spot
On dot
For a Blood Clot
It’s hard and hot

To handle scandal
Vandals
Can’t dismantle
I blow out candle
Light reefer
The greatest teacher

He has the cheese
To breeze
Everyone freeze done
Be is hung
For they come
And get get it
Raps dead
Stick the Lead
Trip up
Metal stuff
Dead you
Go instead
Crew
Screwed by the boys in blue



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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857592 - 07/05/22 03:48 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

Mike is nice like that
Screw the gat
Mike rips up thugs
And has to rub
All come request
Bomb not cess
Every day
Bless every way
Masters might right
But Mike is out of sight
For program
The show slam
Contain the brain
Everyone insane
Mike replicate
To set it straight
No one has to say it
Mike is the hype
Responsible for glass pipe

The corner block chop
Mike is ghetto rock nonstop
Mike survives
And thrives
Mike doesn’t want his ton
To pound down and reverse clown
A bitch
Mike stitch
Get it sweat hits off
Breakfast eat meat raw
And reckless
Mike is the wipe out
Make it route
Cut some
Strut some
Mike will take numb
And give it flavorsome
Wayward and
Stay heard

Designer Mike
Labels disables
Checks X and L tabs
Slabs of beef to eat
Mike is the treacherous
Neck get bust
They say Mike likes
Types of lyrics like
Ice on a chain
Remain in Mike’s domain
You slain
Everyone came up on some
You better read the letter
MCs get dead with ease
Mike plays Gs like Ps and
Mike is the receiving end
Of blend
Mike’s styles
Go on for miles
No pretend

Clean tips
Set up trips
Respected
Connected
Trip on sex trip
Head trips
Left with
Bitch talkin’ shit
Knock the fuck out the box
Trip over shoes and socks
Pants shirts the whole works
Trip on dessert
Trip on the 31st of the month
Trip on whole bowl of fruit punch
For trip I got a hunch
I cut out people who trip
I sip the psychedelic
Brew with you know who
Just the crew only
So lonely

So went trips
You can buy it
Start a riot
Flow thick like clips
Shit hits the fan
Everyone ran for the small dose
Close
Case closed
I proposed a new model
Where kids hit the throttle young
I become the 9 year old
Of Gold smokin’ good old motah
Who has the
Full spazz
Cold fast
To clash
With cash
Sold out quick
You could suck a dick
Still it won’t hit
Everyone get some
And head spun
The trip has begun

Throw up your hands
If you understands
How to fight
With a knife
Go for it
The torn rip
Slashed up
Gashed up
Blood spurt
Work hurt
Severed head
Like sliced throat
Instead
Roll hope
Peace signs
Realignments
All designer in signs
Went out of style
With the pile of
Kitchen knives
Gun tossed
The crew thrives

So pull out the swords
At reward shows
They should have one
And get rid of the gun
For some fun
I practice spear
You hear about it
Downtown all around
The people sound
Like the Noun
Fucked
You learn quick
How to duck
Everyone slipped
And didn’t get it grip
On the blade
Chill like a shade
A wraith
A spectre
Ghost
All rap host
The most in sharpness
Dispel darkness

It’s the Mikey Neides
The Neidlinger
I’m not a R&B singer
I give the finger to
A kid in sin
Spin up a blizzard
Duck the chunks of Ice
Neides is so nice
Twice they come like sum
Say my name hum
Neides packs gun for fun
I manhandle and ram the gat
Up the ass severed and full
Hit the gas
You can’t vandalize
I got my eyes on graffiti
Neides I tag neat see
In colors
Others dull yours
Is smooth if you sooth
The wound

Mikey Neides is the Neidlinger
He makes your thing yours
Respect laws of physics at least
A Beast Neides completes
All lives in sheets of guy’s
Pleats release the Eastside
Everyone needs Neides
And Hashish live
Superthrive
I hit it up
And suck a J down
All hay sound like
A day well spent
Rent check paid
Lay back
Neides remain intact with the act
And memorial plaque
Get jacked?
Neides flattens rappers like that
Come for crack?
Neides smokes the Genie Wax
Cold Ganja snacks

Neides was the ultimate
His shit look like high dose trip
Mix with Quicksilver
A killer
19 shot driller
Cap filler
No one niller than Neides
People try hard
On guard
Feel harmed?
Try my large type swipe
Pipes pull out
Pack bowls no doubt
Neides route
About it
Shouted out loud Crip
Neides claim no set bet
He shed his skin a snake
Neides lets plate spin
Scratch the wax
Ask him for some action
You relax son
With Neides the Captain

I’m amplitude of the essence
That’s foul precious
Get on the guest list
To fist pump a chump’s lump
And dump it
Something fit like
Written word spoken
Broken
Chokin’ on smokin’ reefer
It needs to burn
So you learn
Others think it’s firm but
It gives way
Today I go astray relax
And decay like atomic half life
My task strife
I ice up the cut and shut the window
Slut it been rolled
Cold unfolded
Bold did
Hold cigarette

Something I ain’t proud of yet
Is how I cold jet
Past the last cry and scream
Seeming human being
Not real thing
I steal King’s Crown
So that’s how I get down
From all around
You could hear gunshots sound
Like Pops on ice crackle
I tackle the subject
You love it
Plug fest for messed up shit
Bullet wound split the flesh
Rappers best is
Test dis of angles
Star Spangled Banners
Plan yours out
Without doubt you come
Correct with clout
Of the Murder Route

Broke rope digging in crates
To feel safe from
Gun Violence
I tile the place like race
Take place
Draw my ace
I’m the commander of Outer Space
I say grace Take a taste
Make it lay waste
Fornicate
Steady 8 ball
Relate to fallen
Install the all I am
Intend district to mend
Got this shot hits
Up I don’t recommend
Copy
You sloppy up
Stop shit struck
On the Cut
For what you want
Is something you don’t Front for
The whole Allegiance is tore

We were born
One morning
The storm came
With no warning
With no aim
You chain up
Like lame duck
The same stuck with knife
Impale trife
Slave to save one
I rave gun
Pop Pop
It don’t stop
I rock nonstop
Still I clock
Chill
Not unaffected
But I reflected for so long
Plus I smoked the bong
A great song
Jazz Blues
All the shoes you could use
To walk in
I don’t recommend stalking
The talk you send
Is balking


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    #857621 - 07/12/22 04:59 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

Roses are red!!!

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    #857623 - 07/13/22 11:05 PM (1 year, 8 months ago)

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

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

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

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

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

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



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    #857652 - 07/19/22 03:05 AM (1 year, 7 months ago)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857667 - 07/24/22 05:14 PM (1 year, 7 months ago)

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

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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857682 - 07/28/22 09:45 AM (1 year, 7 months ago)

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


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #857684 - 07/28/22 12:56 PM (1 year, 7 months ago)

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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
    #857703 - 08/04/22 09:53 PM (1 year, 7 months ago)

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

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

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




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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #858329 - 08/18/22 09:10 PM (1 year, 6 months ago)

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

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

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



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #858853 - 08/30/22 09:59 PM (1 year, 6 months ago)

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/31/22 05:56 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859016 - 09/09/22 01:17 AM (1 year, 6 months ago)

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


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859041 - 09/09/22 06:24 PM (1 year, 6 months ago)

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


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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
    #859054 - 09/09/22 11:22 PM (1 year, 6 months ago)

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

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

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

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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/11/22 03:07 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859105 - 09/12/22 09:15 AM (1 year, 6 months ago)

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

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


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859110 - 09/12/22 04:21 PM (1 year, 6 months ago)

I read every word in this thread


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Re: poem [Re: King Koopa]
    #859115 - 09/13/22 12:06 AM (1 year, 6 months ago)

This is a step up from the usual solid logs.


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Re: poem [Re: remix]
    #859183 - 09/22/22 02:37 PM (1 year, 5 months ago)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859249 - 10/06/22 03:04 PM (1 year, 5 months ago)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859252 - 10/06/22 07:20 PM (1 year, 5 months ago)

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


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    #859272 - 10/09/22 12:02 PM (1 year, 5 months ago)

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

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

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

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

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



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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859306 - 10/13/22 11:32 AM (1 year, 5 months ago)

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

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

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

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

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

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


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859316 - 10/14/22 09:03 PM (1 year, 5 months ago)

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

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

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

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


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #859372 - 10/20/22 02:06 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859373 - 10/20/22 07:52 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

I'm gonna use all your lyrics and become a millionaire :wonka:


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    #859374 - 10/20/22 08:22 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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    #859388 - 10/22/22 03:35 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859394 - 10/23/22 07:34 AM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/23/22 05:57 PM)

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    #859398 - 10/24/22 09:56 AM (1 year, 4 months ago)

Will you write me a poem about peanut butter poopy?

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    #859400 - 10/24/22 02:12 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/24/22 10:03 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859404 - 10/24/22 10:51 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

:datass:

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    #859405 - 10/25/22 01:55 AM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/25/22 12:31 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859408 - 10/26/22 07:45 AM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/26/22 11:02 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859422 - 10/28/22 09:41 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/31/22 09:33 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859442 - 11/01/22 02:26 AM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859472 - 11/05/22 11:51 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859489 - 11/07/22 06:52 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/08/22 07:08 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859498 - 11/09/22 08:25 AM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859552 - 11/10/22 10:32 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859557 - 11/11/22 11:04 AM (1 year, 4 months ago)

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Nobody posts at the growery
Except for me and you

:aweshit:


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    #859576 - 11/13/22 05:38 PM (1 year, 4 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/14/22 01:42 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859612 - 11/17/22 12:00 AM (1 year, 3 months ago)

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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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859629 - 11/18/22 01:42 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

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






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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859641 - 11/20/22 08:08 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

I just can’t harness
The fully rap game carnage
The rap game is tarnished by my name
50 Cent took aim at me so I shot him in the knees
Now he walks extra funny
He is working at the zoo doing upkeep
I don’t want to hear a peep about violence
If you violent then go fuck yourself in Isle 3
I mile struttin’ the tiles be cuttin’
It up and
I just send funky murder rap that touchin’
The subject out and rub it
Take this as my club hit
I murder the rep you sent
I get bent and have to vent before I went
In

It’s all about the quality of your methamphetamine
People who aren’t on meth can’t survive
They get clocked with knives and guns
Everyone know now that murder stuns the crowd
Out loud you could hear the gunshot sound
You spin around to catch a glimpse
Blimps fly overhead
Advertising hot lead that you offend with
I’m your dentist checkin’ your teeth you get headless
I cut into your mouth and give you Southern Hospitality
My Nationality is Greek
I run 3 Sororities
I score a key of meth every week
For the freaks who always want to be on that shit
You can’t quit
Murder writtin’ in the bitten’ subject
Flippin’
The ruckus spittin’ The subject was kitten

I taught this guy martial arts
He got impartial and dealt justice to everybody
He studied all my martial arts
He cut farts once and got Smart Aleck
He acted with Malice toward the Fallacy
He walked the Balance Beam
He went full steam like the dream machine
He was on the team
He busted the cement brick with his head

The new guy shot up his rock city rock dust
Trust his product was hot stuff for top notch
He got off on the dust
Shut people’s mouths up
His city talk was so offensive
He laughed like a little bitch about violence
He sprayed the lead all over and talked real loud
Each sound coming out his mouth

I shoved a mushroom down this gangster’s throat
I took his Oakland Raiders coat
I sent him floating into the know nothing stop frontin’
He shut up his lid so fast when he crashed
He was fully cashed out

It’s murder
You sure did

I learned the ultimate martial arts lesson from this gangster
He went Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding
Just like you’d learn from a Vietnam Veteran

Bring The Sativa!
To my party
I want to have a party
Where everyone is in love with life and each other

The mushroom
Psilocybin
Crunchy
Never forget the taste
Fresh and Dried
Picked them wild
Bought Cubensis variety
In Santa Cruz the Magic City

Mass Shootings
Polluted waters
All hail the Master
He gets it to kick in the reflex exit
I’m outta here
Lightning fear it striking
It’s hype to wing finger tip strike someone in the eye
Leave them blind as Master

Good shit
Makes a fluid hit
All the tools you lit
Do it on the zone
People pray on the stone
Smoking reefer will teach yah
All this means I roll spliff
Bombers stay calmer
Than a bomber pilot
After he lands at home base

Drinking Ceylon Tea
As the tea brews
You can hear the kids playing outside
Wondering why I drink tea
Fond of tea
My favorite drink

Formed the executioner squad
To do the job like Dodge City
Everyone concealed carry
Guns fire bullets
Bullets kill

I get straight Laurel Canyon with it
Where I grew up in the Hollywood Hills
You gotta pay bills
Fortunes turned
MC burned up in the brush fire
A wildfire destroying people’s lives
I burn like the Canyon on fire
I turn more Psychedelic every day
My Psychedelic Experience Mushroomed
Every day I used to play at Wonderland Avenue School
I was happy when I played ball
When I went to school in Mid City
It was the end of my dream
I wanted an Education
But not in violence
Don’t join a gang
Ask your mom if you can grow pot!

Murder was spread to do the head true as glue
Catch federal charges
My margin is thin
I slim in it to bring the digits
Up with bucks made
Stayed laid in the shade with my blades
I get paid every time I slayed
Anyone stayed up late
On Meth roll to death
Catch your movie in step fresh like Scooby
I blew a cold breath out
Your death route was with head clout
Instead of about face
You stepped in and aced
How murder should taste

I drop the O.Z.
To turn the key to freedom
All of us be men in the end of the lesson
Stop guessin’ and going to bed with sin
Release your inhibition
Go on the mission
You listen close
Don’t propose marriage
You get carried off and lost on the ride
Inside you eyed the death you saw
All got it under law
The product
Was the more in it chill what is this?
It’s business
You get dissed if you ain’t syndicate
Ripped up into bits
Murdered with trips





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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859642 - 11/22/22 06:05 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

I got the Army Special
The Relish on your Hot Dog
Pull your brain out the fog
Turning cogs
Learning Burning and Earning bread
Fully wed to the bullet
Come pull it
You catch a Soldier Vet
Bolder Yet Still
I kill and ill then chill
Service until
The joint closes
I proposes a toast
To this Army shit
Murder equipped
With the amps on the brink
Of spilling over into the clink
What you think?
It was drugged training again
Familiar from Wu Tang
This is part of my Wu Tang style now
Service with a smile how
We could take it downtown
I walked miles down the roads
With the punches until I froze
On meth I rose from the ashes
To outlast this

All these folks in pain laying in bed all day
Crippled still it’s simple
But they won’t let me smoke the Ganja
I stay on it I long to hit a cigarette
I don’t sweat but I’m wetted up
And still out of luck
But they won’t let me smoke the Ganja
I wish I didn’t belong here
But I’m crippled a little bit is all I can get up and shit
This old chick serves a fit every day
Screaming and cussing out her brain
But still they won’t let us smoke Ganja
It’s the only medicine I can think of
Not a blink about the dust
You could trust the heavy THC to free
But still they won’t let me smoke Ganja
All of it kickin’ back remembering the stack I made
Bladed all crazy in a Haze with the phased out
My lead out is to murder dead clout
But still the won’t let me smoke Ganja
I promise yah it’s the it just a herb
That’s benign I like it every time I smoke
I choke sometimes my rhymes are crimes
But still they won’t let me smoke Ganja

Affordable gunfire expire sending bullets
The fullest like guts of the glutton
I summon the powers of towers above with love
I fit like a glove I rub a dub out
It’s trouble for the sold out bubble bout
To burst
The worst everyone cursed I made it first
Unrehearsed I lurch forward when I hit hash oil
I love the smell and taste what a waste
Some people aced it up to lace it struck
The face get stuck in a grimace
Take it past the limits it’s a gimmick
Gimme it to get lit shit..
I run a trip city flippin’ easy breeze disease cured
Pure is the fluid to screw it up you have to truck
Rope heavy steadily I medly spittin’ resin hittin’
Sittin’ in the kitchen I missin’ the days
Of plays and earn all As on the honor roll 4 point O
Drink some cups of Joe
That’s all I got and I need emergency Pot!

The whole World needs a Ganja bud
Really bad
They had it up to here with beer
They fear the queer
They steer into the rear
They don’t come near a Lesbian
In the sexual Heaven sent
They pay the rent
They vent their fuming anger
They a stranger to fun
They just begun to have sung a song
They a long time wrong rhymin’
I stop on a dime when I see
One of them free
They kind of should be locked up
I know it sucks but we need Ganja Prison!
Just listen
I wishin’ for the buds
It’s simple just grow tons
Make it cheap
We don’t hear a peep out of them
Ever again

Creative
Set it straight did it hit it?
I get it up to shit fitted
I written diagram on slam
Jam cause I am lamp
I vampire I retire on admire
For the fire never wire again
Get it then until then
Service mend the work in this
Jerk some shit
Murder fit into swerve with the kit
Fin to explode with the mode
I get it on the road
I just hold on
Golden Dawn
Folded fawns like young
It’s the song I sung
I brung the lyrics rung
I get the stun
I murder one
Gun running I summing without one
What you about to come like
I hype to swipe you off
Get tossed like trash
Burned down to ash
Pot smoke again at last!

I smoke all the cannabinoids
I been employed by the void
I got toyed with to boil stitch
Fizz dizzy bitch it’s a cinch to Lynch
This ni@@a benched
For the rest of the game
Aim is plain
Murder till you insane
Reach the left lane
Get off the highway
The fly way
Say goodbye stay up late
I demonstrate what fate is
Been replaced with a makeshift
Space lift to make haste to ship off
I rip raw sauce it to the law
All you saw was my brah it’s all
I service fall further involved with the phonecall
Burners brawl and off the wall
It’s called violence
Scientific swordsman swing blades
Whirled chopped you up blood get sprayed
That’s how we do it since back in the day
Anyway don’t play around with that shit
You need to quit

Crisp rolls with fistfuls of cash I make the dash
Serve your ass with the grass stash in back
Laughed hasta gas off blast like rocket
Talk it to stalk hits involved solved the riddle
In the middle revolved just a little
Got kids?  You’ll be dead before the end
My service tend to extend the hand
And brand like cow plow through the town
Drew blood cut you up into pieces
It’s the easiest and beast itch the Jesus
My thesis is I at least as rich as they snitch on me
For dealin’ drugs G and that’s the real me
Fortified with the weed inside speed on my ride
No need to hide I bide my time in line
I smoke a dime I got rhymes I define it’s mine
Got to commit crime to resign you’re inclined to spot
The shot for I smoke pot I haf tah rock the bells
Dwells in hell with magic spell it’s just as well

My Taiji Sword was scientifically designed for the award
For artistry it’s smart to be black and not a hack
When it comes to rap I got it in the sack
But anyway I love to play
I grow further every day
One day I can practice all day
I like to practice on Cannabis
Ganja on the list of the best
I undressed my self until you saw me on the shelf
Brand label with the capable way I pull
You in to begin I win it’s a sin to fight
It’s alright to dance I take a chance and advance
I got this shit like the answer for word up serve a duck
I truck heavy steady with the ever ready I’m deadly
Fortified I got ride for the times my mind is made up
It’s the way I tuck a pistol my wrist glow
Fist for show
Hits under control all folded up golden
You get rolled in combat



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859646 - 11/24/22 10:58 AM (1 year, 3 months ago)

My name is Mike from cap flow where its at
You could have it in your lap the gat
So it’s like that
Be right back
I strike crack attack
Master the blasted out the last kick to skid
Servin’ bid flow with this what you did?
Crews they all slid
Swervin’ like Mervin I learning to do shit instead
Of dead I got the head in this rap’s finished
I diminished the rap limits my crack inhibits
The sick I flick for the knowledge get lit
Dropped out of college to join Wu Tang
I got the whole crew hang back
Fully not whack
Hold us in the back you get sapped
I rhyme to this click clack
Murder is a fact when you nap
You wake up to the gun in your face my ace is 25
Still strive to stay alive

Be studious before you bust
Make sure you trust in some kind of dust white powder
Out louder
Proud around the M.I.C. grabber
Your shit had to stink
Platinum links
A sucka think he clinked up
Cause I rip truck I flip a buck and get stuck
Your rhyme is out of luck
I can’t get it to sweat it enough
Life is rough
Call your bluff
Suffer from wounds too soon is your spoon of coke
Float on some dope to choke on
I soak long I broke strong for the coat past dawn
Rolling Gray Meth
Half to death in every love sandwich
You could brandish a gun
For fun you stun just begun to reach number one spot
So don’t get shot

Get your service like a Holiday Blessing
Murder stressing you out
Cause the gun ring out loud
You stand proud of all your killings
Collect Shillings in England
Been big wig
Bust a sprig of pot for why not?
I flow to get hot
Just please don’t murder me
I ease in the cut like G
A server flee of the murder C
Bust as we adjust to the microclimate
My rhyme I climb it back up
For the stack truck
You could lack buck and still not get enough
Life is tough I call your bluff
And murder you right back for a stack

This place is awful
Get a jaw full
Of Torture Murder Rape
Animals raised in cages
For low wages we get slaves dig
The herb Ganja can release
All it’s benefits are at least as good as Gold
I like Diamonds out the mold
For bold it’s foretold of my coming summing the game
With straight aim I got to remain in the top spot
Blowing pot Smoking all I got till my lungs stop up
The smoke make you choke
I the kind of folk who toke all day and wrote rhymes
The hard way I vote times is clear as day
Anyone in the way I kindly nudge them in the ray of sun
They soak my shit up a murder duck
Gangster cluck with a watch and some chalk
To mark up bodies in the dark
I make murder art
It’s not smart to start some shit and bit

All junkies are naturally afraid of needles
They get spunky when shooting up receipt
Said he died on a 20 sack of jive record in 2 seconds
Left with shit to stick up his wrist glow
Fist show this hiss on patrol for you get old you sold
That shit right in equipment was a rig to get bent
Get clean needles for free all good deed goes with ease
A sucka catch disease anyway
You turn gay and have to cast you away
Get a play every day anyway you can
It’s the plan you understand?
Got the brand that’s top rank
Your shit stank
I smelled it and belled off the residual shit
I got addicted
I’m sick with it
Murder fix all that shit
I got beef to chew with teeth
A sucka relief is grief off that chief substance

You have to mix your drugs creatively
To skate on G
Get them free hell no that’s why I be gellin’
A pellet of Mescaline refreshing
No second guessing learn your lesson
Jettin’ to the soundtrack wettin’ step
Recline in each mind you find the infinite
My rhyme gets invalid
I rip shit like love ballad
I got the talent
I challenge any rapper from Shaolin
This Wu
All crews get screwed with the gun
For fun in the sun on the beach
I pull heat and shoot a chick in a swimsuit
For loot
Collect her booty then scoot to the next floozie
My uzi weigh a ton

The magic happens when you eat right fight
Blow out your brains and ignite
It’s out of sight
I like a glass of water
I bought a lot
I like to smoke pot
Don’t pass me any shit it’s like a sucka thought
I get caught tripping
My mind dipping into flipping
Homies be crippin’ and bloods and hustlers
My mustard is the trusted for flustered
It’s such a bad word it’s absurd
Fucking shit
You know you got to quit
I down a fifth of the dripping brain holy name
Substance
The stuff that love gets enough when you done
I go on a run and stun
My mind is containing guns
I need pot to chill my ill
Change my shirt until I flow smooth
A light body illuminati that groove

Now that I rep cap I make it happen
The main Gangster in charge I’m large
Full of hardcore been hard more
To the core I’m sore I was born
I got torn and worn thin I remember
Vietnam Veterans
I set some shit in prints
I whince at even more pain my brain
Barely handles it I dismantle trip
Break it down and flip
Take another sip to reverse the Earth tip
Get the clip for the thick of it
Run through knick of time dime piece
Rhyme beast my mind east coast
I don’t brag or boast
Who else wants to have a toast to the most fat?
The roll rats that’s gold cats with the stats up!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/25/22 09:33 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859647 - 11/25/22 05:22 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

Get the moratorium on the War with your men
With the punch for more then
Score plenty
Money is nothing if you front on it
I dish and scrub riddance to shit
I lift a disk shaped saucer and take off your World
I act like a girl think the real men
I take off when I send this World rendered
It’s splendor to tend to the fields of Ganja
And seeds of Psychedelic fruitful multiply
And shoot airborne down from the sky
You can’t deny why I eye the girls
I like to shoot off and World revolves around
A pound for a sound I say bump it loud
In your system don’t miss them pounds now!

God made me turn a blind eye to violence
With a wound from attempting to kill
It was everyone until I just chilled
And watch them get high on pill of violence
I was forced into homelessness
My all alone go and dish up a plate of hate
For violence
Now I’m blind to violence
It doesn’t bother me and I ignore it
So you can pour more and more of that shit
I don’t fucking care anyway beware my sting
And my stare as I glare down those now frozen
Running adrenaline they chosen ones to draw
Down guns on me they DOA
That’s Dead On Arrival no title I hold is bold enough
To describe how rough life is for these bitches
The mixture of lack of fixture and piss poor training
Leaves all the bullet holes and blood stained men

Leaning on a crescent moon ain’t going to sleep soon
You busted meth
Can’t hold your breath long enough to save chest
Off the Tech
Your intellect wants you to stop before you pop out
Run the Route
What it’s about is shout out loud and proud to get down
Movie Action
Run in fact send the ends off lend tossed coin in the employ
I’m a little boy
I got a toy gun one for fun and one that stun I’m number one
All of it shunned
By the Cannabis Community I claim immunity from soon to see
Fruits that be
Rooted to a T murder G off the lead on this speed hold up
Indeed
Now I just want to smoke weed get a feed on the terminal
Squirming Worm
Like a germ the effect is permanent you get further sent up

I want to be a professional cocaine snorter
So I take over every fort in the Andes
Man these lines get the times square
I dare you to air through you scared dude
Bad attitude and food that make you sick
You pull trick fix a thick hick off shit
I leap a jeep and run on the roof with my feet
I got neat tricks that feel slow fix
I roll in six o’clock on my jock bitches clock
My game all the same for the flame I get it insane
I cold claim how ray came from the sun to blaze bun
Now it’s murder one
Serve you from the hum for the stun that gun created
I set it straight did your fate big swig some shit and written
This heart is torn apart I’m too smart to start shit
I fully trip and act a bully on thick tits and ass
I smoke grass

You get your head tossed at red cross
Pull up the boss lost you on that one
Murder spun all across like lumber build timber field
The limber steal the show when they rhyme slow
Dig in toe to toe you a criminal lifestyle liver
Shiver when I think of the liver and onions
My bunions I pick a trick so quick to stick a chick
I roll rip equip the ticket to sick it up and lift some buck
Off of luck for you truck rope cope float note to propose
Flows like it shows my murder grows each nose like Pinocchio
I choke you slowly to death with your last gasp you scream violence
I silence you challenge you to flow fluid when you do it
I screw up on bitch 33rd and cool heads prevail often fail to nail
To the cross the lost folks who choke on tokes when they smoke
I don’t joke about my Sativa I bring it in smuggling professional
You keep guessing how I do it and right now I fin to blew hits out

God I miss smoking pot!
The meth got my head rot in a chill spot
I fill hot bust a pill until I swap War Stories
Born of glory to see more G
I tore for free of the key
Servin’ Platinum for raps that run a spree
Murder fee off the dust you must try to understand high
I deny it I supply it I feel fly cinch the steel eye real
I peel lie for kneel and die decapitated
Quick fate did it straight bid
I hate kids my straight wins
Busted eight bids off of skate for sins
I must admit my shit is right on
But I need to smoke a lot of bongs
To finish this song and not prolong the agony
Rag tag and a landing strip for the Sativa to come through thick
With enough weight fill big cargo planes
So everyone can play and not stay up late on the methamphetamine
But gleam on Green and Purple Herb
It serve the purpose of Cap and I roll intact real fat and heavy steady

The military promised they’d air drop Sativa pot for me
To set up shop!  YES!!!
I gonna be so fresh I can’t rest I’m excited
I hope the Russians don’t shoot down my supply in mid air
I care about the the fate of humanity
And hard drugs are bad
Just go ask any ex addict and they tell it
I shell shocked bit from the meth salt
It’s all meth’s fault
My shop was successful because I had great pull with the Cannabis
From Wu Tang class
Plus the shrooms
Shrooms and Pot conquer all head problems
I solve em with martial art
I’m about to start teaching when I’m reeking of Ganja!

It’s like a thug crawling down a razor blade
What you made it?
No way did it!
I sittin’ kickin’ back waiting for the War to End
Defend my position at all costs
Yet in a peaceful manner
The banner I wave has a ganja leaf and I brave
In the midst of gunshots
I got shot and rot in my grave before I a slave to corporations
They control my way of life want me to behave like
A robot
I sure enough got pot to blow but I forgot a soldier taught me once
How to love another brother
My made mother wax poetic on each other
I like a sucka I feel
Going to deal with the man
In this case the plan failed
I can’t get away from the way the bid slid
I did the best I could
I swing wood sticks instead of blades

Inhuman Insane Not even animals live like that
How low can you step?
Can you squat and roll Silat?
I clock big deep shock in my sleep
Cheek to Cheek I danced with the devil
The rebel killed several men
Then faded the blade did it
Shed the hated culture like vulture swoop
Chicken Coop with your root
The fruit it conquers your conscience
The mushroom, Peyote stuff like that that’s known free
Everyone be tripping for medicine
Smoke the ganja and bled then plenty of tears
For fears to overcome beer won’t get you spun
You’ve got to think gun violence
And silence for the file folders of Heaven

How many times you been inside the building?
You chill for real when you deal with the team
I clock cream and water
All hot your shot got the watts to complete the job
Fully slow on the wreck
Murder check the files of styles
Smiles all around
The sound of leaves under feet
The enemy heard you coming
Now they gunning for you

It was ODB that wrecked my shop
Got a lump and a knot
Why not?
My poetry rot in the grave to a slave
I seek freedom
Be men and end up brave
Got your behavior in check
From the Cash that wrecked shop



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859665 - 11/27/22 02:45 AM (1 year, 3 months ago)

I’ve got coronavirus
I just made my first clean dollar bill now I’m chill
I illin’ on water psychedelic all heated up irrelevant
The trip checks your flip
What’s dip without hip hop?
Rhymes flip flop
Stay tip top
I rip rock when I shock
I fully talk
I don’t want to squawk and hawk a sucka
What a foolish motherfucker
To fuck with me
I hate to serve a G
I tried it once and that was plenty
Now all I’m about is money
Clockin’ big figures
All triggers pulled when full up
Pull up and shot your saloon up
Old West mood tucked pistol in the holster
Ride shotgun so yo I told you
Don’t fuck with the Wu Tang Crew
I thought you knew!
Boo!  Did I scare you?

Black thought
Get all your Black caught
In Tombstone to the bone
Black rot like cement dent but adventure went more to pour dust
I bust on raps I trust
I cussed out a slut who couldn’t keep her mouth shut
I killed a guy who didn’t know why
I serve a fool dry
On this eye I can’t deny
I been in a piece of the pie
I just can’t lie
I deny any relation to the fresh station that play shit all day when
I spend bread
Nuff said
You better tend to black or you murder whack
Hurt a fool stack bricks of gold
Sold
All hold on that purchase my black works this

Your Cap released once you bust heat
You can’t defeat Cap
Cap raps up struck the stuck shit you quit
Caps written facts bitten all this shit gettin’
Set then with Caps real Caps raps black
Fully stacked with crack and cannabis
Fact you get rinsed ever since
Caps grimace the women you get it’s no sweat
Cap never forgets how the bets off you let tossed up
Caps raw ruckus buck this shit off like lip gloss
Cap got it off for you cough they the boss
When it comes to cost Cap fully strapped
You get tossed so it cost you your life
Real Cap isn’t afraid of knife for your likeness
I might strike one up like psychic and run type
Of method you don’t expect and Cap renders
You helpless that was selfish to pull a blade
On Cap rap flow shit slayed displayed
Elfish qualities when you swallow these

All house is home
On the G rap clone
I answer the phone
Say What Up?  Want to get stoned?
I employ all the heads to get them fed
I like a Dead Head
I like the blood red spread
I tend to root for the martial artist
But other art like music hit the mark in this
Rap Shit!
The sky darkens gets thick with clouds
The rain could come down
You could drown in G
Let me see…
Can it be that we all live high and free
Knot a knee up and read struck
From the book that took the look off your face
I got an ace in the hole

Cannibalized parts for your martial arts
In whole or in part
This martial art can not be copied
With any authorization
Get it space station
Takes off in spaceship to replace fifth
Of crew what you do
It takes two to tango they say
But in my style and with no delay
I smile at decay of play with the array
Of techniques straight the lick cut split
You duck shit and don’t quit when I lit
I strong fit the thickness into shit
I hear bitch quick
I’m too much to deal with
So I stay peaceful and recluse
What’s the use of fighting anyway?
To hurt people and cause more dismay
I meditate

I’m just an artist from the furthest out reaches
Who could manage Jesus
My name is Mike
I like to make a thesis
And wager meager amounts that counts
My art is bountiful a presence in essence of life lessons
I’m not guessing my profession is to take the guess out
I rep downtown thugs plugged from the brothas
My mother is cool
My father was Buell
I have a sis who I also really dig
All of us are artists
Blessed with the genius
I’m not mean to kids beating them up for bucks
I chuck a duck sucka off and raps raw cough up lungs
And practice my Tai Chi
I don’t fuck up G for slippin’
If not I be rippin’ all types of motherfuckas

You got Azurescens?
If not you pass to next in line all the time
Homies recline and drop dime on mine
For committing the crime
Of not being there or be square
I dare you to try Azurescens
It’s like taking an ounce of Cubensis
Now I don’t know about you but I know Psilocybin Shrooms
I know the tombstone
I like to talk on the phone
To hot chicks I want to bone
I get stoned and take LSD tabs
People thought Azurescens was just a fad
But I drop the radical hits to fits in with the lesson
You get test in so stop guessin’
And murder in this rap profession
Kill for the ill to get nil
Drop a bill and still until
Dawn press on with a long song
Life is a trip so take a dip




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859685 - 12/01/22 10:19 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

Ruthless all rap at your radio station
I get debated with
On the clips I spit I written spotlight in it to win it
I begin with trip
Get stoned
Prone on this rap phone call to win the freestyle championship
I slam it thick with hits rhymes times like dick in it
I slick won it like who done it?
My #1 hit stock plummet if I ain’t warmed up
I smoke a few joints get on point
Call up the station spit my shit
And won the piece of cake with the rose on it at the celebration
They loved my freestyle so much
I’m pretty much the king of wingin’ it with swing
I bring the shit that stuck in your head
You said damn! That ni@@a bled bloody like money

I smoke The Lawn Shavings
The greatest strain ever
A Sativa with G tah release you to freedom like cement
Except better we went to the center of high in the sky
With this strain that bred to make you die if you try
You can’t you too fly and I got rants and raves
About my bravery in tilting getting brain you be
So behave like children get killed when they toke all day
That’s me
I die in the eye smoking all types by I want the Sativa
God Damn It!
I know I can slam it with the variety so don’t lie to me
You know you want it too
Don’t insult my Kung Fu either
Or you gets neither nine lives or thrive for
The live more in store I was born to kill
On this microphone until the hype in the zone
Is getting me prone to drop heavyweight on any date
With any skate off any plate A sucker suffer destiny
His fate it was meant to be
Get Ganja for smoke all day

No dangerous drugs at the party
When you get lit I tried it
Hit vitals
Overdoses
Burned stomachs
Numb Twitches off bug
Suffer blood
Vomit
Get too high and twist up like fly until you die almost
I came close too many times
I know my rhyme’s ill
I top bill with the fill for I drill
I clock mil
I bust until the sun come up
Run some stuck shits
Solid Log
For the fog in your head clear you steer
Right into trouble



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859686 - 12/02/22 01:45 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

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    #859687 - 12/02/22 02:44 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

You have a responsibility with your ability
To chill a G out
No doubt no fighting about it
My raps writing facts for black stack
And grey all the day that I stay in it
To win it begin it splendid
My rendering hid the sent you thing you bid high
Slid until you die trying
I’m not lying there’s no denying it
I’m fly to hit it up quick
I stick quick with the stick
I rip sessions for lessons
To the tricks they keep guessin’
Just want to hit you like in Professional Boxing
I stop their thing dead
I’m a dead head
I bled for the cause
And broke laws and all that

I’m sealin’ heat off receipt the bomb cypher dreadlock
Stop that shit you dead
You fled get reded up
You stuck with shiv
A murder quiz
Who’s the whiz?
I handle biz
I mark my words I’m 33rd I curve the nerve!
I swerve on tracks and damage facts with untruths
I sold you the cutest rude boy toy that
Got to do with your convoy of toys
I employed
My raps avoid the lesson I test in
I get bless when I profess to end the violence
All silence break loose after my deuce deuce spit
I’m the shit
Be writin’ it
I excite for four fifth
I got the glass handed War with four four
Blowing you pipes for raw cash bucks
You get struck with the puzzle hands

I rebelled against Shaolin and killed the abbot
Took his bad habit prostitutes and loot then scoot
I murder pollute I root in the Earth
Worse than that I ran over you flat
I got to get the gat cause it’s like that
Your murder whack
Mine is highly advanced I murder answer the call with brawl
Ten feet tall I be killin’ all a ya’ll
Then ball
Proceed to wall off with speed
A sucka need to bleed
Before he receives the goods
I wish you would
I murder you good
The killings are chilling
I’m willing to go the extra mile it takes
To break off Peruvian flakes and aches in my dick
From stickin’ your chick
I hit a cop with his night stick
I right quick in his squad car to drive by with
The little homie riding shotgun
We shot suns up and make a ruckus
Bring the motherfuckin’ ruckus!

My Kung Fu was a stew of Silat and Escrima
Runnin’ up on you until I learned Tai Chi, Bagua and Xingyi
Now I chill in the cut
Watch dumb sluts make the cut
I slated up in my butt
I tuck a cut for the razor
It stays heard out the word for miles
Ignite styles of filings that wild thing
My smile bring untold stealth missions in position
Just listen you get in the fit end
I send you the lended crew to do what you need to
Mafia tight
All night is how I fight I killed a bellhop in a hotel
Just so it’s my murder but you can’t tell
I fell off a ten story building once
And proceeded to front on this chick for giving me lip
I blood stained her quick
Stuck my dick in her shit
Then split to smoke a spliff and talk shit
About the Politicians and the hit jobs on us

Blowin’ up the whole thing with the tree
Grow the tree so you can see for free
We need trees growin’ for trees blowin’
Shaolin flow then
Wu Tang hang back
Fill a sack trash bag
Never lag behind you blind
I curse the rewind
Back in the dark ages they had flavors
Now they give major league danger
Stranger to the custom I don’t trust them
We did crazy shit for trees like please bitch
I switch on you to jack for sacks come unglued
Society don’t lie to me on the corner slangin’ a key
In small sacks black was the exit for you flex hit it up
I did it up truck with my connect
I wreck destroy sound way murder why?
Heard of it you die this curve on this high as a kite
I ignite the light up the Ganja

On this Wu Tang sword some rappers won the award
For born again
Torn in the head red it up bleded Suckas for motherfuckas dick they stuck
In shit you can’t quit murder hit up the sector
Lecture the fresher speak bleak for the reek of Coca smoka
I soak up flavor from my neighbor I put in danger
In the major leagues My fatigues are standard issue
Blow on a tissue so bless you
My reps Kung Fu
I got a stew of hits off written
I sit in the twitch for I get hitched I flip flex
I got the AK and the Tech
I want A Mac spit the facts rap is black
Had a sucka whack cause he attacked me for no reason
Now it’s the season for violence ain’t no file found
On this ground I pound I get around to get down
I murder clown I don’t frown
I bled blood a sucka shut up
I rupture nuts for the big butts
And strut my stuff

I took out the military when they least expect it
Expect to wrecks like chicks on X fucking
Stuck in the thing to wing man
Here’s the plan
Get the Suntan and then BLAM!!!
Murder on command get the land
Brand it to fan hit
The slammin’ shit
You bit a sucka get with the trip real quick
Overdosing lip provoking close in scoping
Hoping you die come down and stop the fry
I murder why?
Hear of third eye I behind the times on crimes
For dimes to drop on a crooked cop
I served his shit and left him the rot in the sewer
My motive pure
Clean up the force of this manure
I got the cure and fewer and fewer lure
You into the woods to snatch all your goods
And leave you stood on one foot crippled

Light up a Coca stick for the Primo trip on your lick
You get thick steady ready to head heat up
Grow Coca
To soak in flavor you labor and toil
Boil it Royal get it wet the scene you set
Don’t fret but don’t die
You could get it in the eye
You heard of high
You get high
No denying
You go flying
On the Wild Thing
The style bring
The first place ace for creativity
Envision see the everything the Coca bring
Your wing tips a trip
Get it thick the technique
Fuck with blades for the tech speak
Coca reek so sweet it’s delicious to smoke
I like it to vote for Coca I smoke up tons of rocks
I like it with Ganja it’s tops

I let the Tech 9 settle blind
The Tech 9 with the sickness
Kids think it’s the shit it isn’t
It gives you gross motion
When you move it you dilate like hell
You need to be a master to tell the difference
Meth is in the adrenal family a death chemical
So let’s settle the bull
Buds are better
I want Coca to the letter T

If you get caught in the woods with the goods
You shouldn’t
If you do what you couldn’t that’s better
Scratch the letter you wrote
I vote to coat the kid with THC
Set him free and let him be
Ain’t no one gotta murder me
I further seed the planet
With the banned substance cannabis
I land with this hit once again
I expend energy to tell it G
I cleverly disguise my eye so please don’t be shy
You wonder why I high I try
I lie in the sun I burn buns and rip off some rays
For days and nights bottled sunshine light
I don’t fight I run away
Some people don’t understand cause they ain’t master
I hasta prove it constantly
Some fucking let me be

As a leader of the gang and graffiti
I beat street
I beach seat the sat
I got the haps on shit
I don’t quit
I persevere severely
I sear on the grill for I bill I’m ill
I got Chinese I like chili peppers
Red hot
Some people can’t handle the Mexican joint around the corner
They put on extra for me
I got a car seat that wobbles
I have a throttle not a gas pedal
I’m made of metal
My tech settles the threat
My AK is Eagle with the mushrooms it went crazy on me
My brainchild
I smiled at the city
It was pretty nice
In Santa Cruz my advice
Is to hit the books
Get that look off your face
Behave proper
You could be mining copper in Angola
Remember I told yah







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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859690 - 12/04/22 09:27 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

Frolicking through the forest I met the poorest drug dealer
He said fool!  Let me peel your cap!
I knew he was right and exact so I pulled my gun
And let it clap
He fired back both guns hissed to pop fixed us in the head
We should have both been dead
But instead each one of us bled
I got it further in the red
As I ran away he threw grenades
The explosions were a reminder
Of how blind you are to violence
Until you hear the break in the silence
Both of us survived as cripples

I like sticks and blades
Your crew fade off until you were made boss
Toss in another venom
You get your head spun
Number one teacher
Of close in to reach yah
I seek for combat until I’m jacked
And messed up
I bless the tuck in weapon
Until I get one pulled on me
I like to keep it clean and drug free

I’m best friends
With a Platinum Lens
I get wordplay that tends
To end it faster than master did
My raps they don’t skid
They hug the road like untold
Feats of bravery unfold
Solid Gold I reach the cold
Weather what’s clever
Is to sever head of the dead men
Whatever end the treasure splendid
My friend did it too everyone does it
In the zoo they love it
It’s the number one subject
You suspect
A reject that feed crack cocaine
To a skull with a brain
Murder the maintain
I like to go insane in the fast lane

I throw flowers at the feet of Kings and Queens for Peace!
They control the War
They tell us to kill in hella sketch trip you could sell kids on it
Who ain’t gone yet
They wrong to sweat me
I don’t kill a G on Psilocybin
My mind bend like my lens is pure
You get fewer and fewer fans
When you land blow continually
In soft spots to maximize the pain
You drain the blood of the populace
Never stop and fix the problem
I get involved when it’s time to solve the problem
We need everyone to see some Cannabis and Trips
The safe ones that flips the case work
Straight network the inter dimensional travel that unravel problems
And all you called in to complain
It’s insane when you think about it
I’m well grounded

I light up on McDonald’s Fries
Why is because of the buds you wet on
I set the song ain’t nothin’ wrong with that
I now I got to get my gat
Foo!  I be Servin’ the fries that’s cool
People drool for the fries
Then they realize how to do it
They new to true hits of the Frenchies
I bench with ease 350 pounds
I rap around the people who don’t want the sequel
Fries are delicious and cure you of viciousness
We give you extra clips for your business
We witness the fries in the eyes
No disguise
You strip down naked and can’t take it
You make it to shake it no fakin’ it
You Fry in the sunset to jet to the next level

I want the Whole Earth Smokeout
Where everyone smoke more than some
They smoke enough to see the sun
My smoking and eating are legendary
You get buried a lot like trip
I like to smoke Ganja until it’s Psychedelic
I’m a martial arts relic
I Gel it straight
I play music I fuse it with artwork that dark smirk on your face
Means you need to taste major Herb
The word on the street is the new heat is coming
For summing it up
I run a truckload up to the uploader
Of the internet soldier to mold your experience
We don’t be fearin’ this shed a tear in this
You act superior until you get knocked out
Beer gives me flashbacks
Other than that I have no interest in a drunken dance
By chance I hit up my hands are lethal
I don’t want to kill people so I rest the needle on groove one
Let’s all see the sun smoke pot and spark your martial art!

All we are saying is give pot a chance!
Do the dance!
Kids get hooked on amps for the party
Smoke 2 grams of cannabis and throw up signs when you ball
I learned how to ball on the kind nugs
Kind nugs are strong buds
We all want Sativa so be there or be square
For the Tropical connection I seek reflection from the section
Perfection!  No question I get heated up and direct then
I am a entheogenic scientist
The kind that try to fix the world’s problems
I solve em all then
Wall to Wall bend it’s the end
Cheap grass to pass the class

Skiing on Cement I be bent
I need unlimited concrete
I see visions when I move
All types of psychedelic-like groove
I show and prove
I make a soothing feat of lyrics complete
I don’t eat cooked food
I’m in a good mood always
I ball through pathways
My wrath stays for the flavor
I major league in military fatigues
I intrigue to cop a seed off it
Turn it into a project
Growing my own to show for cut clone
I rap and well known in the underground
My sound out loud
I surge the crowd forward
My four words I curve
I got it absurd until they heard it swerve
I strike the nerve
My meth cap make people say word

I eat two grams of Hashish and melt into the floor
Like this War?  I love it!
I rubber flip the subject
On something spent my money on the long shot
I servin’ pot to smoke or eat
You won’t get defeated if you beat it
From the fight they want to claw and bite
An animal like that shit ain’t right
I hate fighting
Stop that shit in writing I stated
That raps get great did it fully 8 ball trip
I zip on the trip when I’m thick up
I get lit and don’t come down
Why I wear the crown
Now how that sound
I seen around the block
Yo! murder gotta stop
You heard uh the gun go pop
You don’t want clock
Heavy shock steadily for the medley
Of tunes that runs the groove when it’s smooth

Yo!  I got champagne wishes and candy cane dreams
So it seems my flow beams light out the third eye
I classify cocaine as candy wonder why?
You just have to try it
It’s dangerous
All the fame it sweats entertainers
Brains get the lane for the claim to fame and flips
I rock a dis track of the whack
I murder knack fools in Africa call them shot
I smoke pot again before I ascend the candy ladder
I need more Ganja to get fatter not flatter
This rhyme matters
You can detect the Cannabis miles away and since
I file in in to the day I smile and relay shit happens
I stacked in this rap game all ready so imagine me!
Sad to see a cocaine overdose you chose this route
It’s all I come about for further clout
I shot and shout out to the heads what’s spread
Is murder fed intend to do it deadly
This medley needs to be steadily available
To my light like the Holy Grail

Gangsters get stuck in La La Land with their hands chopped off
You could tell the boss the cost of the awesome tend in the coffin
Spend time rhymin’ I’m in Hawaiian shirts
I don’t flirts with violence
I’m in silence out of death respect the dead and check shit
I wreck hits for what’s bled is me
Murder to a T
I like to flee from guns
Guns stun and cause pandemonium when the shot blow and
I take it low land for command in the brand
Sand at the beach heats up like reefer chuck the ether for nuts
Is either that or fronts I something like stunts bunting balls
Murder calls for all of this I don’t get pissed it’s case dismissed
I flick ashes off the trash heap ignite fleets of psych
I like to ride a bike and hip hop in Nikes I take flight
It’s all right to bust Murderers lust after the gat
They sat on some shit hear the squish?  Murderer wish he versatile
With the smile I crocodile all the while I pile it on before dawn


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/06/22 03:56 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859697 - 12/06/22 10:58 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

My eye is one
I shine like the sun on cannabis
Land hits the ship
I hand it to take a grip of sand
And command the party
To start looking for good cannabis
We ran out of it a while back on the voyage
None of that toy shit
We need potent fed heads in the crew
For what stew is your witch’s brew
I Kung Fu
The natives get restless
Try to check me with spear
I show no fear and play fight
We laugh all night smoking Ganja
I love Islands and Beach Sands and good times

Fully functional flow flying fleas that suck blood
Stick in the mud got drawn and fools got gone
When I handle a stick the blood gets thick and curdles
All hurdles to jump for a chump a sucka dunked in the drink
What you think?
I like being crippled?
I stick the flip Gold I rip rolled tossed the boss
I cost a lot
You get shot at all day when you walk this way
I stalk a fool for his hay supply
Just playing I sneak up and have a way of exchanging ganja tokes
We like to smoke out the weed in my posse
It’s awesome to try all the variety
I fly to be in cement one day with no rounds spent
From the automatic cannon

We’re Martial Peoples always a sequel to reach to
Equal to speak through our art
We part ways for days hunting snarks in the dark
We smart we eat shrooms and smoke buds
They try to tell us what is love
But we know that below the surface
Our shit works this
We perk plus
About a fuss just trust
We bust and got the adjustment for screwing the bent
Chopping nonstop in the flip flopping sopping wet
Full of electrical current
We’re alive and thrive on Cannabis
We train out our brains until fatigue makes us a seed
For the fruits of our labor indeed

Drinking a Zen tea
Let’s be friendly no end to speed Methamphetamine
Weed is the needed substance to rub this out
I got the route on doubtful hopeful folks who
Broke too I choke the flew flown full blown
In raps I roam after facts in the zone perhaps a clone
Sacks quarterbacks in the end zone I don’t need a relapse
I’m all alone in the jungle I tumble roll through the forest floor
At War to the core I swore I’d be poor and not more than enough
Touch the lyrics rough to steer this ship save it for the trip

Hop my left skin to win
I begin to trip again
To see is to know is to flow
All how it go we don’t go toe to toe
We chill and don’t ill
We clock mil and still
Involve the solve puzzle
The mud is thick
Run this quick past the class
I make a dash to escape
The hate is awful
It should be unlawful
I saw a fistful of dollars
I’m a scholar of the substance
That was this fuel
All rule the tool making
I make glass and cash
I smoke Ganja down to ash
That’s in the past but it’s a part of me
So I harken to the glee of stonedidity

I’m fat
A fat cat that drink water
I need mushrooms while I peak to speak the unspeakable
Reach you pull in to win
I love Ganja to begin
It’s a sin that I can’t hinge on this plan
They make it illegal and
I don’t understand why
The illuminati socked them in the eye
For restricting freedom of mind
I’m not blind so I see what can be
It’s logical on the street to beat a path
Feel the wrath of the past coming back
It’s murder for the fact you serve a
Aftermath
I just laugh at people who reach through
My space and try to ace me
And kids be seeing more and more
Let’s end this Drug War!
Ganja and Psychedelics for the hell of a lit

Then Buddha ascended the jeweled terrace with me to Nirvana
You can taste the flavor of this major league through meditation and martial art
You need a drug and a thug history
You gotta be thugged out and seen the route
I ain’t a thug but I got attacked by one so I became hardened
I gardened the Ganja farmer it’s my lucky charm your word
Teenage smoking heavy toking
No one laughing like me at life and the rationality of the device called society
I try to fit in but no one begin to win here
I spin gear off the slid hearing to lock up the President
Criminals in our residence I bench press 350
Me and Buddha lit up see?
I read Buddha every day
I love India
I want to visit there and meditate in the mountains in a cave for a decade

John he crawled the walls and busted with the 8 Ball
It’s late to brawl now you gone how that sound
I found that people without the black clip slip
And mess up I must confess but I X off the slut to dress up
It’s just how shit happened in Captain Trips Territory
You could win glory from the end of story with the violence
I silence kids who slid in to dig in and begin to start fights
Even a brush of violence is unsightly
I right to be critical I sick to pull up a head chopped off
I tossed the loss in the cost department of startin’ shit
It’s art and written in inscription
In my head on a mission to Wed the central focus
I joke it’s my life
I strive to untangle and see all the angles
Our country is star spangled
Red and White stripes
I hypes up the martial arts

The homie from Israel had to bail
You got any style?
It had to fail
I was persecuted like a black man
Looked at funny and I never been to Iran
I got a plan you gotta understand
I got a style and I’m in command
I got brand sealed
What’s the deal with the meal?
I can’t feel any more
My heart is tore
Into pieces at least I can do is stick them back together with glue

Traverse the Universe
Inside you don’t have to find anything it bring
You could tell it’s whole and connected
The cosmos reflected what’s inside you
You are God
You have a clog in your energy
Let me help you fix that
I love medicine and helping people





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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859704 - 12/08/22 03:57 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

I can hear the Paddy Wagon!
Don’t mess with the Drunken Dragon
This monk drunk
I sunk
I went to a Taoist Temple where they let me drink
First a glass of whiskey
Then the whole bottle
Then I went full throttle and started snorting cocaine
Don’t blame me if you go insane G
I hate drugs now after getting served and how it’s done
Cocaine is illegal son

Some masters have secret Tai Chi Stick!
I have seen all the stick available on YouTube
I have my own thoughts about weaponry
Most masters lack what I have seen
So I feel my Tai Chi stick and sticks and poles
Are superior the drama unfolds
I told you
Don’t do that
Learn Tai Chi and get Gold medals
Learn to see inside and channel Cosmic Energy
The Star Seed is within Tai Chi
I am learning Kundalini Yoga from Swami

People are put off by martial arts
So am I
I practice Tai Chi with my third eye open
People want to learn how to fight
Fighters are awful
I was Agressive, Secretive and downright rude
I toyed with some Tai Chi at first
Then a burst of Insight!
Now I’m inside the circle
I am open and courteous and try to help people
Heal through this meditation

I want to learn Traditional Chinese Medicine and Chinese Language!
I feel I can best serve as a healer
Not a drug dealer
You get steel pulled on you
What’s wrong with your whole crew in check?
I select members to massacre
It hasta blur boundaries between words and dreams
I drink cream and water
I have been sober for 20 years

Ripped up kind nugs straight ripped the shit up no square pegs
We get sea legs hittin’ shrooms consume a lot
You could get shot around town unless you bow down
To the killer iller than most close to insanity flippin’ switch
Can it be peaceful?
We sure as hell don’t encourage it equally for kids
Serve them flips and shit bad drugs and lip
I crip the sip off trip I’m dipped fully
I rip shit up I ain’t no bully
I got wool leather my treasure beyond measure
I executed the juicy fruit with loot later
I skate there on thin air
You best beware
I don’t care or give a fuck
I stuck a duck with blade and left them played out
Get off the gangster route little punk ass trick

Got Gold Meth?
Let’s flip it up on death row
Skate all night in a fighting practice other drugs match this
But meth is a trip like cactus Peyote
Uppity and stuck in G’s head once it’s said
I train till I’m dead and rap this and stay fed
I’m bled and tread light
I’m White and Black I Max
I make tracks with stacks of wax and get pulled up with stuff intact
Rapped
Slapped a bitch who thought death was a joke
I poke them on smoke then
I’m a loc when I get provoked I don’t choke
I like folks who have done the meth
Especially Gold for the fold
I tried about 60 varieties from a small cook in the country
I like the white with red speckles, too
It’s hella funny when you look back on it crew.

My wife kill you with steel toe boots rockin’ crews with the shoes
You lose you get fucked up and busted then lusted for the pain to end
She send you back to the grave you lack you ain’t brave perhaps
Thinking women can’t envision the precipitation of martial technique
Don’t fake it or make that mistake ever again
With Golden lens we all kick back I recommend it black further you act up
I get this rap truck you in fact out of luck you get struck
The murder plucks you you come unglued you rude so your attitude
Is unappreciated I got deflated ego but for me this is real so
I feel my sister I missed her all these years out of fears I say cheers!
Drink the cool beers all wise eyes in the sky it’s defined by time and space
I ace too but my wife also has good Gong Fu

We turn into aliens
All the royalty gets to stay at Shaolin coming from Wu Tang
Hanging with the bang flash grenade pistol blade further slayed
Murder delayed get the fuck out the way kid did you fade hits?
Come up with some champagne?
I split a brain to focus choke this with the hocus pocus
From my fist smoke this shit up you get lit up beyond belief
I rock you to sleep in the peep this I freak twist up reefer
I hope you do too so you can hang with your crew chill
All caps they fill when you get ill you dropped from the bill
Until I real I feel it seal the deal with the meal ticket I’m blacked out
A cripple feeling every ripple in the swim hole I fin to roll and stroll
Through the woods it’s all good you shouldn’t fuck with me see?

I juice a leather cabbage rare you dare found at the market and I just stare
Into space I ace the taste was the place stick the shape shift off of make you sick
If you drink more than one I hold my gun and consider figure 8s I eat a plate
Serve your fate is great so don’t delay get a way in the stay intend
To fade into the mend for you bend and then it’s too late
Get a date with fate blackout is great I’m your mate I placate to set the record straight
Ain’t no way I gotta slay anyone in my crew people trip from the stew of uncool
I can’t believe you true I grew up the fuel of sickness with quickness I zip up and forget
Shit list include the richest now how powerful how you come up sound like you down
In the dumps for clumps of stuff you get front I want that shit to murder zip through
Curvature servin’ brew to the whole pool party
 




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859710 - 12/11/22 06:23 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

Washing the brain
All murders insane
Get the lane on visions
In prison with the dis in
I registered physician
On a mission
To bring you health

In Heaven I walk and practice Tai Chi every day
Some people wonder anyway why I say that?
It’s because I relay phat and peaceful
Equal at the equinox like locks that feeble creature away
Tai Chi is your best teacher

Cutting circles and angles with blades
Your blood sprayed all over the place
I’m a disgrace if I kill you
So I put my weapons down real chill dude
Let’s drink some ginseng tea together

Bring the Ganja Vibe
I bring it to my tribe
That practices Tai Chi live
We super thrive
We feel the energy freely circulate
All along and a song for this is straight with no twist

Puttin’ ripples through your sound wave behavior
I flavor tracks that rip trillion dollar plans for War and commands
I rock the jams
Coming through on demand for this brand I save land for water
I could slaughter I know I oughta not
I smoked a lot of pot

Coca clear all the lane for a smoker
Qigong on it long fist to trip with
I missed hits so I flip switch
Retire on the bitch and perspire exchange sweats
You no threat I wish you’d quit cause you ain’t shit

I call my speed trip Mag
I was on a speed flip plain tag
In the bag for a rag to sag it
I language fix the program hit it
I ran far with the ball didn’t quit when it’s written
I sittin’ on the lump now shiny as fuck with the POW!

God gave me a meth overdose!
Your Ganja didn’t overdose me
The loco weed
So God hooked me on speed
Gave me the OD!

I exercise on Meth
I exercise all my life on Meth
All the time I’m walking I’m
Stalking your pathways
Outside and graze the lawn

There’s always plenty of time for Meth!
Get your left arm in a barn
Doing the cows
Wish Washing them how
Meth was the best!

Meth is the new call of the Republicans
Meth is Speaker of the House
Democrats stank like pot
All the pot you got is for Democracy
To end on Meth!

He stood like an iron tower
His power was immeasurable
On meth he lit up the set
You can get dead quick
Fucking with his shit

The set has to flex every morning
They like to in the pouring rain, too
All shit they do is wax your crew
For sipping on brew
I claw all the law for the paw Gong Fu

All I need is a few puffs of weed
I flashback and hit the road jack like Ray Charles
Cartons of cigarettes later I chill I ain’t no hater
I’m just a ill ass skater
Doin’ tricks that fix like magic all the sadness

I drink water with my daughter Jasmine
Rub the Aladdin Lamp
Ramp up the boogie to withstood heat major
I play there in the cut the truck rope dope
Cope with it I soak in it light me up to the limit
I’ve got to trip Psychedelic to spell it properly
Plus Ganja for eating or smoking

Once I ate an eighth of stress weed
It prepared me for mushrooms plead
Innocent I bring it came and went
Spent dough on it though my bonnet blue
I dress like a tool wielding maniac
Who smokes crack





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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #859711 - 12/12/22 10:39 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)


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    #859712 - 12/13/22 08:24 PM (1 year, 3 months ago)

Journey of a Ganja Cigarette inhaled
All the gangster crew bailed on it
I railed off it to display coughin’ tokin’
Smokin’ the ill provokin’ me to kill and see
Murder in the first degree

I just chill G like Wrigley’s Spearmint Gum Factory
I master the P like I lead a truck through cream
And glue all this brew got me crew I wanna do it
Shoot the twos bit all who lit the lamp mic this amp
Got the champ for the sample an example I cancel

You could wiggle, wriggle or flail
All hail the King of balling sting
I’m falling into the thing
It’s calling
All wall and ceiling

I root for the Green Bay Packers
I wrote chapters about football
How I rule the call on the play
No way could you touch down and say
I didn’t fail to penalize you and fine you

Another water coming down offa it
I soften grit for this hog and spit
I get the point I want a joint to smoke
I’ve had enough trip and flip the switch
I hitch a ride inside the mind to find the treasure

The treasure is in the lair of a big wood sprite named Tom
He has the lucky charm
That make you glow ether
I smoke reefer with that yo
All heave ho believe you flow

The leprechaun took ten steps you gone
It’s on
There’s nothing wrong with shrooms
Just don’t overdo it
You live the rest of your life coming down from the trip

I trip to a mix of tricks of the bag come in it black you done it
I run it come from hits
Wick the sickness out of flick bitches off
I rips you raw cough to the boss
Moss grow on my shit I’m so in the shade I got it made

I hit the back room
Where all the shit goes down around the full moon
Too soon was the Ooh La La
I further Jah with this pot smoke
All in it toke with folks

I wear gold chains
In my brain remain the blood stain
I further aim for therapy
Right now it’s wearin’ me out
Just thinkin’ about it




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #859718 - 12/15/22 01:46 AM (1 year, 3 months ago)

Cry.  Cry.  For all the days gone by
You get sad not mad when you examine your life
Strife strikes pipes types hypes ass wipes
Motherfuckin’ mics to rip type that sip weed
Speed Psychedelics Relics of old story told

Crowns all rotating rounds with clowns full of funny
Bunny trips licks like sticks magic tricks thick in this
Whip business isn’t distance to manage claim baggage
Rap savage rhymes damage plan shit out fan of it
Ran it hit damn it lit mics I write this shit all night

I study Buddha to become the perfect enlightened one
No guns involved wall to wall fall from the ball stun
Could you max this money it doesn’t mean nothing
Ascetic bring magnetic pieces in the East it’s feast on this
Real fold crisp types who get dissed we like to enlighten

Marvelous hard like bricks of compressed tropical Ganja
All bomb on yah with the nominated flow that skated bomber
Hold old as calmer I write this farmer of weed soon to see
Indeed Coming free like G to P I rock this tree cop this plea
Possibly could we stop and be see I lock the lead and top indeed

Tap a joint ash point lashed out rash fools with tools come to spoil
I boil in the soil I toil to grow the best the rest I suggest you stay fresh
I left back at school uncool for a fool to use who max and crew relax
Spun without tax fully relaxed kick backed raps sap at the basement
The face meant cement I ace when I prevent the place from going to waste

Ice off the planet for land hit from the sea the enemy flee from G
Rock the see in this top of the glee mop it up on weed sock it to em
Indeed I make you bleed if I need to I read through the Wu Tang manual
On how to fully stop roll it in the rocks for jocks to flock to I rock crew
Might hip hop too y topic is stew for I cop it it’s Gong Fu on this top switch

You can get rich off dusts and powders like clam chowder with the out louder flavor
My neighbor does slave labor he can’t save yah I blame cuz for what was and does
And doesn’t I bust might hit I fight the rich against for the poor to cure I more in this
Core is business I witness the shit at close distance my wishlist is the dish it I rip it
I flip it I cold sip to guzzle does you’ll pull bull is a fully money null gun heat cold

I’m high in my eye you could wonder Y Y Y big girls don’t cry I try to make em happy
Some slap heat across the face to waste of a life mics strike this might twist another
Cigarette for the threat to set and wet it I bet it I medically insane I lane in the brain
Fold this entertain I got flame I set name I complain I fall like rain breath is death
Left is ecstasy I best to see some I lead gun to the seed spun breathe and relieve please

All Danish point rips it up the joint coin boy into man raps plan for sound scam Iran
Is a Nuclear Power and sour this mash with rash harsh unruly judgment a sucka sent for it
Went to War with the door creep up creak seek the enemy bleak the tendency reek of Ganja Weed
I top this breed for lock into seed for the need for speed like Lockheed aircraft military draft
I master ask you chapter to flat for the rap born morning the loss of boss the cost was sauce

Tricks that fix the flicks on the network your head jerk in response to bombs dropped
Calm it stop pop fully cop wool heat sweater forget her she letter A to stay is bladed
Drops ray did from sun play with the gun made it and same as the lane fast for cash
Make a dash rash judgement the subject the blood went the murder flirt flex on Ecstasy
The rest is easy breezy cheesy and please me with skeeze lead off seed speed for weed indeed

It’s the Wu Tang Killa Bees
Coming with Gs to be humming
Summing it up running amok
Dumbing down what sound you found
Smoking a pound
Rocking around the cloud without a sound
Got this profound
I lounge
Serve a sucka noun and verb
Heard out word got perturbed
Some nerve
I got a sucka to serve further swerve on him
The luckiest to pluck easiest the breeziest
Some need this with Jesus
I just knock you in the sock you rock fools clock tools
Shoot true indeed servin’ speed meth to death
Smoking Ganja inhale the breath of what’s left on the roach clip

Cocaine snow dust bunny rap coming facts
Running to gunning up the engine that I mention
With intention it gets reflection
Out the section I left in
The step when
The trend is ended to splendid violence in silence
While it’s the mildest heat
Child on this beat
Program defeat catch a seat
Charge in large for the hard to pull your card
On guard I mar a sucka far to pluck yah
Tar the cuss word
Absurd got this word I cure you to lure you
Into the floor dude got knocked out cold
I’m bold to told a sucka hold on you get plucked fool


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #859735 - 12/20/22 08:31 PM (1 year, 2 months ago)

Tai Chi tells an important story
It is the beginning of a life
The unfolding of a life
And the ending of a life
When life is good you can practice frequently
You can tell the story over and over
I look to Tai Chi for positive mental and physical benefits
Nothing else in my life is as important as my existence and Tai Chi
I look forward to practicing every day
One day I will die and my Tai Chi will end
Such is simply a part of the Tai Chi form

My name is Sifu
I read through all Hebrew Scripture Scrolls
Black magic takes a toll
I want to stroll and live life
I like to have it time in the sent bend friendly end mean game with cream
I dream of major cream
I got cream lean
I gleam
Further the team on seem to be Cash Money
Nothing funny
I run heat
And beat the gun repeat
File off all law and style raw
I don’t want to have to bust a jaw
That’s all I saw
I follow Tai Chi law

I got dollar bills!
You got em?
The hot one on top fun to spend
I wish there was no end
I pretend to be a millionaire mogul
Selling life in a told you so flow how it go through!
1, 2, 3,  Flow!
It’s a roll of bank wadded in my pocket
My eye socket pops out when I hock my chain
I relax brain and flow maintain
Get everything in gold in the fast lane
I explain this
So the aim is not to get dissed
But case closed
The place froze
On my toes I unwind and recline
I wish I had a dime of Ganja
And a soundproof room

I’m the cleaner
Bust a mean blur off vision
The decision came in prison
I felt I was missin’ dirt
They say dirt don’t hurt
Until you bust your shirt
And jack your back
Screw it in like thumbtack
Under control react
I flow black
Got it cold intact right now
It’s powerful
I’m a towering inferno
I burn slow
I churn below the ocean floor
A scum creeping dream like I beam

I teach a basic Kali class
Material unknown or untaught
For most unknown
I broke it down to sound simple
A wrinkle in time and your mine
Said Kali rhyme
All of it hit soft
My boss is Silat
Dragon and Crane
Out the brain
Lizards and Birds on Ganja word
I seek the farm
Where life is hard on a sucka
I don’t teach a sucka
Don’t want to bleep a sucka
Life has to take care of you to flow fluid
You get tortured yes you do kid

I mastered many herbs.
Enough to see the twists and curves
Ganja is a special herb
It has it’s own way that you learn to say the word
With no delay you light up
Don’t play when you fight what?
This is serious stuff
Meth heads call my bluff
I mastered it as such
I have to roll a dutch
Get the Snapple
And I doń’t grapple
I whack you in close
Suppose you froze up
All you chosen you want
You should get a blunted way
It’s the way I like to lead my days

I tried to OD on Snapple
A few times cut my jib
Get poked in the ribs
I serve a game if I in claim
For riches
The Snapple isn’t the Apple of Life
Until you bust ripe true as head stew
One flew over
Range Rover
I four leaf clover wish I dish
It’s all over
I pack over the shoulder
I got fold yours
After three weeks Snapple pours
You OD
These nuts are monster
I like to kick back and chomp them
Fast Cash no problem
I solve on almonds

You get squished into the corner
You are a foreigner
Who doesn’t know what to do
It is bleak
A sucka reek like Doritos cheap
I flip and duck a fool with lip
I seek equipped
Service with a smile and mild
To the touch I head rush
I flushed out the remaining route
Come about you get served with clout
Now you know why my rhymes flow
I’m toe to toe with Death
Take your last breath from a cold sketch
Guttural Exhalations on Gong Fu
Your rap crew got stuck in s stew
I blew the top off and rocked product
It’s chill conduct
With the bomb that tucked
Don’t pull it out
Fighting for the mountains of Gold.

You wish harm to me and mine
I can’t recline if you a time to play with
I ain’t gay with violence
I relay the style kid
Smile do a bid and shit down his throat
I float in to begin I always win
I’m a master
I fast to murk your stash don’t work
You a real jerk
I’m out
I don’t want to shout
I service and round about
For the doubtful
My mouth full of profanity
For insanity can it be?
I raps on this G
Relax and stacks rhyme like I rhyme to be
Protecting me and mine
You a crime
A straight criminal
It’s minimal what you can do
You need some methamphetamine
To flow with your favorite dream of death wielding
I’m peeling caps back it’s a rap

Do your raps glow?
Get caught up in dust I thought so
I roll
Hold on!
I serve a bong to craft from glass for you
Let’s smoke bongs and practice Gong Fu
I can teach you
I reach through the subject
To deep in public you love it
I on the subject
Most rejects speak flex
I detect the section
Wetted reflection
With the Ganja connection
Past is history for this story and got best in the tore me off
Rips raw cost the gloss for I flow
I get blow you know?
I rap slower and slower as a snowblower
I show your
Shower for flowers I got super powers
I want to connect on Cocaine
I blow my brain on it still I insane

I need all my math straight
Get a shop bust it pop say late
For fate to stab me up knife in the gut
I fuck shit up on wax and still rap facts
I max black it out tax you faggot round
Sound bound to lounge on like red dawn
Blood red spawn for lawn fertilizer
Slaughterhouse byproduct realize your
Eyes more seeing than you feeling
I’m reeling off the noise hit the ceiling
With these toys I’m the real thing
I steal King’s crown and get down
Clown a fool bust a tool and stay cool
While MCs drool I got it rule
All pool hall smooth brawl
In the bathroom stall I read the graffiti
I need to be seeding the clouds with sounds
That headlong bound to the town to get down
Come around you get it pounds of Cannabis
I suggest getting mushrooms
I want a few sheets of this LSD I tried
Try Peyote DMT and Ayahuasca
Psychedelic
No rhymes on a psychedelic mushroom I tried!

Mellow pot heads
A murderer should get shot instead
Don’t shoot the stoners!
You a lone curve on the further out if you shout out to speed
I can’t even read the shit a speed freak lit
He should get hit fucked up
Give him weed by the truck load
Make his head explode
Raps el grande like all in sewn
In the cut
Murder what?
You serve further what?
I can’t stand meth
That shit sucks to death
I ain’t got none left
Room in the tank to thank Cannabis
In bliss still I exist
I get pissed at the government
For rubbin’ it out
Eradicating crops and trying to fade me out

With legal pot on the scene there’s a new dream
A hope for people to vote for peace
Shut out deceasing rent out leasing the people
A sequel needs to be heard round the World
All the boys and girls join in
To give the joint a spin
Let the meditation begin
I’m akin to the stoners
I flown yours truly myself on stealth missions
Beyond conditions critical to help make this pivotal change
It’s strange to think of the old days
The old ways are played out
Its a new world order
Get a tape recorder and start rapping
Don’t be napping on the buds now
I know I hate it how they make you work slave labor
For minumum wagę
With inflation
The nations need a healing
Medicine revealing the future of the place
A space station in outer space sends out signals of grace
To the alien race
To chase away evil
Awaken the spiritual ego less-ness!


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859739 - 12/22/22 03:58 PM (1 year, 2 months ago)

I break forth on the cusp of the all seeing eye!
I am only 46 YO and need to grow in my Wisdom
Still it is nice to see
I want to be a Buddha
I am blessed by the wise elders
I am open now and seeing
My Wisdom has grown so
I am your dear friend
I wish no harm
I am very scary to people
Because I am not afraid to die
I don’t like scaring people
They laugh in their ignorance and don’t understand
Learn to understand the Buddha and you will not be afraid
To die and to live
Live knowing and seeing
You will be happy

Blood splattered
Tattered clothing
Still exploding in my insight
I been seen on sight to gain it’s ignition
Not on a mission
Not wishin’
I fix in the problem
I solve em
They Pop
I can’t stop
On sight they might break and run
I have had it with this gun
I’m number one
On my list of the problematic
I have a sickness
There’s no cure for this
I lure ignorance through and sift
Through the ashes of corpses
My mortuary
I buried the torture scary
Don’t dare me
You best beware G
If you looking to strike I just might
Light you up
You foolhardy punk

Celebrate death on meth
Club back in card pulled hard
Out the prison yard
Dissin’ far
Feel your marred ass
Get blasted off the ass kicked
Fill it with plastic glock
Flocks of birds return
Learning during on
It long connect the bong a threat
All Hong Kong in a sweat
I forget to let the dogs out
Murder route
About how it doubted around it
Sounded loud did the flip
Written itchin’
Stitchin’ up the cut
Glisten like butt
You wishin’ you want
Murder stunt
Pull off front on this sack
Track catch flack
Fully blacked out
Rap route taken
Head shout
And shakin’
Dead South
Or you’re mistakin’

Listen missin’
Dissin’ the front back
Gun clap
Fully rapped
Sacked up truck stack
Fully auto
Lotto winning
Slot bingo
Ring go
The thing flow
Sing toe to toe
Know hos froze
Chose glows
Over flows
For foes
I rose from the dead
Close in the head
Mows lawns
Grass cashed
Fasted
Blasted
Ass kicked
Mac spit
The attack
Lit
The act flipped
Protract the glitch
A cinch
Rinse the hinge
Ding on binge
We the thing kids
In their teens
Smokin’ green

Celebrate glow
Step toe over
Four leaf clover
Show yah
Blow up
Roll in cut
Know what front
Any sucka come
With it
I flip shit
Rip hits
Off dis tricks
Mix thick
Quick hitch
Lift ditch the
Mix your lip in this
Shit to get sick
On the bong
Strong hits
King Kong
Lit shlong
Bit
On it
Maws jaws grit
Teeth for relief
Got beef
Either reach
Or take a seat
Come complete
Over eat
Cold feet
Wedding setting
Betting heading
That direction
Connection missed
Cross town trips

Surgically precise sharp
Dice rolled in the dark I park
Stark warning born in hell touring the 7th level
I disheveled and the devil sell them rebel
I say hello
Met you slow at the door for some War to the core
More coming with summing up running guns
Murder ones slip off the tongues lungs filled with Ganja smoke
Tons of it blown for shown
I make bud porno
I’m torn slow
I below the creepy break the floor I so heavy
My steady pen a regular when I flex on sex
Wielding weapons nothing different from the impress
Less is more with this core
I been there before
I left the poor stinking hype them gimme the score
After that fat cat
Roll like baseball bat
Hit the hat off a lad
Got him mad and killed his dad too
All raps crew sad to see who knew?
Guns they blew
From this is true
Legendary
Scary to fair flair
Truth or dare so I share the story
Of the hardcore see?
Torn me repeatedly
Knocked on my seat to see
This torture in the mortuary

Poppin’ Ls on Psychedelics
You could tell it just
Bell Platinum still get touched
So what’s happenin’?
Slappin’ someone up
For rappin’ cussin’ backward
Raps heard out the back door for the born knowledge
I sent to college against my will
Take a pill and chill it Mack till I’m still a resident
I represent for that Martial Art
Pull apart most MCs are breeze
They weak die from disease from the hype
Not soundin’ just like ill to the dollar bill
Got this kill bomb sticky
Light it up real quickly
Smoked a little Rock Coke floated past votes
Your last hope
Still I broke through I told you
You can bring your whole crew
I stomp bump dump on they ass till they cashed
Master faster with weapons still I step in
Begin’ to refrain from splatter brain
Crush your 3rd eyes till I came

I’m truck
You gotta pull out the gun and bust
To get me to duck
My squad is one man
I planned it to ran shit
The business deals to buy steel
For construction
I lunch in the tea house
Read mouse scat
Eat up my rat
I catch you with cat
Rap crew stats blew
All you clap to
You see through
I read you like book and shook
Took it ease new crackhead
Max spread dope this the joke is
You smoke twist up
Need some luck
To not get stuck
Don’t overdo do it
You get fluid enough on one puff
I love to rush
And crush sucka MCs
I collect cheese joints
And lead on point
Caesar to the boys and girls
The core is to score
I seen death before you crept
I beat you to death
You better step off

I got insect repellant on from now till dawn
Struck the whole song repulse
Full of structured luck heard bucks blurred
Curved unnerved I swerve
Lose control
Till I fold I get cold chills
Ill to the gills like fish
I wish I had breakfast
I reckless I stench rest on it
Long gone shit to hit split and sit
I got grit
I cold serve it up the word get
Smooth move sooth on tracks
My blackness to act this rap tricks
Fact is I mack in this biz
I fist of fury
Doin’ it purely tear to the T so lonely
In the zone free you can’t stone me
Or slow me down
I look all around and found the ground steady
I still heady to be ready for the end of story
I seek to be unborn G


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/25/22 12:22 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859745 - 12/25/22 10:54 PM (1 year, 2 months ago)

Santa came down the chimney for me
Last night
Don’t fight I ask
Relax chill relapse until I slaps backs and raps
Max cracks for jacks to sap strength and gank you
For all your crew’s loot I shoot you then
Reduce men to cement I dent
I rent out my place I ace taste the flavor it’s fake
I break down release skate round the park
I chill after dark not a mark I don’t trick I stick you
Plain and simple knife in the Temple you lied
And said you been through it
Screw it you blew it didn’t even do it
Rap’s crews hit with this fluid I knew it
I shoe in to reduce men to cement I dent
And break down it’s late now
Christmas night I take flight in the right wing
I sting and come King me
I sing to see the freely spittin’
On harmonica I written the plan
You understand music?
I love to place and my food switch me up
With no delay

I drink on Christmas
I distance myself from Mental Health Authorities
Laugh and at that disease I release
With Delph I Gs just like these with ease
I breeze past all they flee in class
And suck seed at last they breed what’s the haps?
I smoke speed and relax chill indeed flow with flak
Spittin’ all around written bitten styles profiles
For the folder I shoulder cold your glow deceased
Just so you know
You gotta show
I flow under control hold my own
I zone defeat bone disease prone
On the phone all day
I just fleece the unknown for the clone
Jones for bones to smoke
So I midnight it loc bite it
Excite hit they more than might slip
They always do for their crew
Just so you knew

People practice hitting people all day
It’s like:
What up?  I slay!
No style that way
Won’t work against a jerk like me who don’t hit people see
I dead calm I freak people
I seen it to the steeple I reek of the equality of solvability
Raps I killin’ easy
To cheese head
You wound up dead from the secret tactic
I like to smoke that crack shit
Rock Coke
For this I’m born to exist
I twist up the bitches
I shit down their throats and vote them dead on arrival
Suicidal they rival their idol
MMA fighter
I excite word and unheard of
Outside of the Royal Family

Calling up Captain Trips
The head I rips off
I trip soft compared
Some stared me down but I wear the crown
I go for noun of quantity over high dose
High dose was a roast near death close trip at best
Not healthy to see still I do it again P
I sucka free I lookin’ for LSD and Mescaline
I love tripping the dream of skipping class at last
I passed I fast I blast out my set I threat detect wet
On this I step to chumps I pump them look for cool people lump them
As cool people an assumption they stay cool and no comment
I bomb fest If I progress to the solution I exception style
I loose profile Don’t make me smile I file down your trip
Until you look like a whip on the bitches
I mix this blood with cement I dub you reinventing
The wheel peeling people
I witness this shit for realz yo.

Speed chopper weed cropper
Knees knock your crop stopper
My loppers shear off the trumk of my small shit punk
I sunk by the heavies they deadly smokin’ steadily
I already be heady but disease gave me meth and crack cheese
I dust for fleas my Gs up in this breeze caught it skeeze?
I freeze dust a punk off at the sauce for the cost
So he get tossed
Man I don’t floss or brush I had enough
I rust up truck stuck in mud suds from soap cuz I smoke
Dank all day rollin’ my way proclaim tree heaven
The 7 got me severin’ the buds from the branches
I avalanches when I dances I rock this branded
My phantom on hand some brung the sand strung
On cancerous lung I sung out about it
So don’t doubt it
Get profoundly lit on buds!

I just smoked crack
Givin’ classes the asses out lashes about grasses
That shroud in mystery the history
Of this mysterious shady figure known as Mike
Dig your hype still I type A wipe and slay
Dice I play with
My ray lift all the hay spliff I lit
I get jist of it to quit the hard shit
My guard lit up the yard on hardcore
I sad story to glory born before heat and sweet
Dust my feet off I read loss into tree toss
I flee cost of the boss is the moss like scented
I invented the club your henchman went to
I rent through a lease agreement I cement
I be sent to bend the shit spendthrift
My ends split I end this and quit
Hard shit
Smoke trees and stay disease free

Got an OG Hawk my connect chop
I still rock it to shock with
I top stitch in this I hawk remembrance day spray
Lay it down the crown
All around sound I found the noun is stone
All bone smoking clone
All I Jones for is the home store of supply
Wonder why?
I like to constantly get high in my ride I slide
All thoughts of suicide subside
I chill on the inside
I glide across the tree you see is one of many
I’m friendly with the farmers
They know I don’t cause harm word
I charm the birds and the bees
But no pollination of these trees
This is strict sinsemilla
Connect with weed crops at the villa
I be your relay to speed play
I step all day with cheese
I charge fees to enter my mind
On Psychedelic ride

I’m crackin’ heads out
For the lock down
Pound in the dog round for it ground
I sound lounge low chill bro
All the weed grow for primo
I got the flow
I show how I roll under control I got the rush and cold stoned
I’m bold told a kid to sold his shit to me for free
Then kicked his ass and skie-ed
My tree dead
I hit it in the head till it bled red and bloody my 9 connect troubling
To stoners under threat I’m bubbling
A tub link of crinkle to sink you I think screw
I shrink grew my stink like poo
I smoke dank in the back and thank God for the Job
I’m still alive it’s a miracle I thrive

I’m the sickest manifestation of the drunken style of fighting
I quicken the investigation into this sunken way I write bring
Light to thing
You could get a thing to swing on some singing grass
Pass the class with mushrooms you link up
Invincible in the cut
So fat you shut out all other rap cuts I shake butts
I cold fucks it up I truck
I rope heavy steady
A sick manifestation and it’s deadly


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/26/22 11:42 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859751 - 12/26/22 02:36 PM (1 year, 2 months ago)

December is here
Everything is ready to go
Time for the big show

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Re: poem [Re: kazok4000]
    #859757 - 12/28/22 04:42 PM (1 year, 2 months ago)

If I taught you this meth
I roll half to death
I throw up sets with the dragon breath
Heard it in the chest
To blur it I suggest
You refrain from the brain on meth
It’s death
You get left stranded
On land did the air route flee the connection lead to detention
On weed my preference
When I speed I bench warming after storming the field and wield weapon
Get left in your school
You ain’t cool you act like a fool with your tool out
Run a cubic route
All smooth no doubt if you don’t shout
I got about to teach it so I seep shit into crack
I further black out stats like max out the stress
Hit me where I beware
I tear off head and swear
I care less than DARE fresh
I extra zest on the candy bar
Gone Randy far and away
I slay I won’t teach you
I further reach through
Where the gun is buried
Scary I fire up with extreme heat
I wire the cut
And beat on meat
Till it deceased
Meth left me a genius

Absolut fruit candy juice
Vodka
I sip the Ganja
I on some I gone from already
Hold it steady for the decade I got it made
I played cards hard with the shard of the Dark Crystal
I don’t get pissed pull a fistful
I dissed bullies and geeks
I speak freak
Each day of the week talk is cheap
I got the mean street boogie
I seen should heat blaze
I amaze
I stays crazed I earn A grades
I shades out sunlight doubt runtime is about this gun slime
I shout one time coming
Stash your shit and come in
Where it’s safe I feel raped
I got a gaping hole that takes its toll
I need patrol out the mold Ganja is SOLD!
I folded hold it didn’t cold rid myself of the flip shit
I quit lifted gifted rhyming sifted through crack blips shit
It’s all in the timing

Going to the party is a mistake
I’m a fake breakdancer
Get your answer heard
Out the bird trip and learned clips
I rips still I drips and flips stats
Run it back you hack
Let’s see where you at?
You don’t have it or have a chance
I danced through the night on night flight
I just might dust giant
I try it
Don’t fly hit the lion of the witch’s brew
Still you in stew
I can’t lose I choose to use my magic
Gets it planned like parenthood
To the it’s all good shouldn’t stood
Defiant my rap’s giant
Don’t try it or you just might buy it
I fly hit the ice pick grip
Servin’ sip I trip and dip
I get a flip to sip the drink quickly think
Drugs for thugs got it rubs out and off
The boss cost you I floss through the night
On night flight
I order whiteness I right to blip like radar
I stay far in chose too hard to guard it’s a sin
It really is

I fold down around the playground
Still in school after school play ball
And stall tactics to back with
I hack split the shit like I sit on twitch
My shit gets gone lit I brawn on the lawn
I thick in the game sift through remains to blood stains
And dice games
I right to remain for brain stain
It gets blown out so show no doubt
I roll lost and found to the town
I rock round service nouns and verbs
All the shit prepare for the hit
It’s written I fit in to the kitchen so well
I dwell give em hell you could tell
I rock styles show profiles on piles of air in the careful grasp
Fully unlatched now I pull hit and dance around
Cancer found all over my body I ain’t the God see
I raps raw with law to be me

I love martial arts
You can’t hit the charts without it
Wu Tang routed
Gong Fu sounded
Loud did the crowd skid
For now this bid kill all ill
Servin’ until dawn
Realize flow you wax pawn
I’m on the John
I fully bomb remain calm
Service till you gone I flow on
On this with the farmers of the Ganja trees harmless
My arm gets harm steps for varnish the rest
I undressed and naked
You can’t take it with your fake shit
Release haters bid on slid for they rapist
I bled
Release the deadhead
I get back sled
The park
After dark I still play bark slid slay
On the mark hid with no delay
I’m just sayin’ yo

I’m Standard Issue
So grab a tissue and God bless you
I wreck crew
Shop nonstop off the hip hop till I stop
Hearts beating seating in the front row
Defeating all the slow
I read in to the flow
Just so you know
Catch a beating with this toe to toe I roll
Under control I fold up
Raps get cold duck Suckas
Bold luck with mold out the motherfuckers
I struck yours Gold pours
I roars like a lion death defyin’ I’m tryin’
To hype fly in the bird denyin’ it’s word
I 33rd I blurred your sight and just might
Dust giant I raps defiant
I tryin’ to hit
Lyin’ to set and threat to the next code
Erode to the toad licker I stick your Psychedelic
I tell it all hell of a hit with the tight grip
Don’t slip I flip and drip with this lip I spit
Bent and reject the whole set

I blind swordsman
Come with the force and
Like Luke Skywalker I talk you out of violence
In silence I while no file found for bloodshed
I make the streets turn red with my swords
Multiple styles Multiple awards
I cut cords and shit
Raps floor the four fifth I four four
Straight out the door to the core
I came before many and many still they end me
Call em Master and me I’m Master of high degree
I passed the class I like to grasp a sword
For the in toward the heart I start
I pull apart my footwork is four four
Straight out the door
Raps from the core I take this drink and pour
What you think?
We all like the mo’ spread well fed until you see the head
Flown in this rap shown the map clap and cold sap
Lyrics attack the wrath of cash from the black I cold nap
Fold a sucka fast I make the dash and flash
I don’t like to slash a fool
Everyone know that cash rule


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859765 - 01/02/23 12:04 AM (1 year, 2 months 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.
Love,
Mike

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
Fantastically
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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (01/02/23 12:19 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859769 - 01/05/23 10:39 PM (1 year, 2 months 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






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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859778 - 01/11/23 12:01 PM (1 year, 2 months 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
Understand?
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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859787 - 01/18/23 02:08 AM (1 year, 1 month 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.
Love,
Mike

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!
True
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



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (01/20/23 05:25 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859794 - 01/20/23 10:25 PM (1 year, 1 month 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
Capitalism
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
Novice
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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859834 - 01/27/23 05:00 PM (1 year, 1 month 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
Exclude
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
Scat
Skittle
Skabobble
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
Spirits
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
Ganja
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
Understands?

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


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859849 - 01/30/23 10:50 PM (1 year, 1 month ago)

You will get high
Train
And experience the firecracker Steroid
Like the Bulgarian System
You pump natural Steroids
Constantly
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
HA!
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
Anyway,
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
Damn!
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



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859850 - 02/02/23 10:50 PM (1 year, 1 month ago)

All I need is a dope beat
A hype heat
Something sweet
Catches eat the catfish in batches
Latch this on with matchless
Till the dawn I’m on the set
Bet I don’t sweat forget it Tech leaded
Instead it hit your head deaded
It’s dreaded I fed it medication
Soft like stain blood brain blown out
Thug
Pull the plug I rock a dub
You in trouble now
On the double
Wow!!
How that sound I rock it down now
Like brown cow
I been around bow I lounge proud
To be from the Hollywood Hills G
You could head down into the city and they gang bang
And tried to lit me up
I had some trouble with guns and drugs
Knives explosives comatose it’s close to death
Each moment I crept the concrete
On this bomb beat

I’m the Master
Called Blackthorn
Ride the moonbeam down and gleam
The moon seem strange today
It looks gray I decay my day went smooth
And I groove
I have a loose attitude
I clock the boy feud
In the country
Something to see
Cowboy around ploy to get my cattle
I left a decoy to rattle him in his saddle
I said “Let’s Battle!”
At that you’ll pull stunt for front to get enough
Something one on the struck torn
Morning to you
I move easy to this boom bap beat clap snap
I rap I have a lap for victory
To stick with these
Crops caught a disease
No cheese next year
No beer
You could steer down the path and laugh
Trying to get this kind of Cash!

This mushroom boom!
Crush you into your tomb so soon Psychedelic
Help you tell it LSD is visually distorting
More again send you to ends
I bends warps and for sport I rock a court
Of the fort Knox Gold Blocks Bricks
Something thick to quickly rip Gs off
Finding to flow soft I am the boss
On this lost with cost for fish to flesh out
Rep round my pound fell to town spell
The end I lended coin toy in this
Avoid the hitches that flips twist
I hit thick quickly bit sit up to lit tick tuck
I’m in the muck when I stuck I roll up
In the four wheel drive my song’s alive
I thrive and tribe is record for a second
You thought I left it bet hits set trips
To death wish I left it a cinch
Hold it to the stench you wrench up
Contort like it’s a sport I sort through dirty
I work G I hurt be in this for the first feed
Of the business
You witness the distance kept
I slept on it too long I do it until it’s all gone

Your whole crew could grew and not knew enough
About stuff to rough up a custie
I bust beat about beating codes meeting modes of operation
Through the station on vacation there’s no relation
To space ships takin’ off breakin’ the atmosphere clear
Of fear the Cosmonauts are robots now
We have the technology how I bust a growl and prowl
On the Lunar Surface it hurts to explore space for my ace
Is the place the wasteland is Earth the Earth is cursed
By Human and brew man in the stew and you could represent
Your crew and it drew command for a second then we saw you flex it
Now you get your checks bent
I’m an internal martial artist
I dart with fist I rock insane exist with plain flame
My brain is distorted I make a fortune when I torch lit
I extort hit the floor with fit game tight remain in the fight
When others knocked out lights out it’s all about fighting for some
But for me it’s meditation

All I do is drop I beat a cop a beat box in the locks for stocks to top
Out and clock down then the rapper meant to have spent his money
On some gun heat
No rapper is complete without drugs to beat the lump sums for fun
It’s the run with the fun twist the knife is life I rock ice and shot dice
I cold as it roll with fist fat cat hold in the missed you there
Where was you?  Your cuz brew up the stew in the back for the sack
I rap street tough each thug release plug for the reach of the snub
I love a gunshot I roll pot nonstop and hold drop in the air for you to stare at
Realize that we don’t bold stat with the maximum some relax and done
I come from the street the street meet for this greet you at my Sifu’s
Smoke speed grew with true concrete I bomb beats off the wrong seat
For my ticket I stick up the tricks buck down but I out of town for that now
I have to prowl the surface I lurk in the business so what is this?
My fist stuck the bitch bust my nostril I’m hostile I clock rock styles
Profiles I smile every time I pass a crack pipe to my favorite hype my homie
Like dat yo!

He hit up a meth ball
DIrty brawl
Servin’ beef to get with ya’ll
Hold that tall order
You sort of been in it to win it
I begin with fresh knife jabs
Murder stabs
In the back of Taxi cabs
Gettin’ served off of the haps
Flirt with violence perhaps
I flap my wings
A sucka stings
Punk ass brings
The heavy
I’m steady
Ever ready
For the lead heat
I bust complete
Jump you out your seat
On this murder beat
Gettin’ in the fleet?
You bet
Murder is set for flex
Turn it into Techs
I get the sex on X
All of that and then the rest
Still heat hex
And got this for the death
Topic
I’m the best

Flippin’ a Indica
To a Sativa
The dream feel seem
Like a beam of light on sight
Came through the night
All right
We got scope chill and coat up
With soap suds we slip through
Hard Drugs
Pull the plugs on thugs who motor tugs
Around the sound further down
The lounge
Pounds of Pot and Hashish
Causes blast heat furnace
You learn it’s the learned but
It’s still cut
With spilled guts
Will and truck heavy
Medley steadily flow readily
Your head will be blown
In the zone
On the phone
For all alone
I got a home style
Profile
I all the while
Get it Gold child
The sold style all told I hold on
Tight to the bong

I shock a G off of P
My trip style I see for miles
Coming down the street
I have to greet sweetness with light
My rhymes you bite
I close in tight to fight
I write rhymes
Excite with 9s
You’re blind
Murderers come from behind
To sign the deal
You squealed
I peeled the caps back
G all the sack stash
For fee ya’ll I relax with cash
Got this math done
I spun on murder one charges
My largest is by far the hardest
I charge on meth
To death Crept
Slept on Tech 9s
Get in line punk
Your trip is chump
I kick a rump behind
In a bind
You press rewind
Servin’ fools for a dime sack
That’s whack
We hit up weight
And stack paper that’s fate
For the majors

Let’s drink Tea
Kick it and just be
Chill like G
Ski
Gets the folds out your being
Relieving many ills
Gong Fu still spills
I smoke tokes a long time ago
I don’t like to smoke bro
But I eat Hashish
My raps deceased people
With no sequel
No prequel
And no more people left in the steps
Without the Ganja breath
The flames crept
Up
Your Tech struck from the said dust
On lead bust
Still ill and will for a billing top killing nonstop
Criminal
It’s minimal
Still flow slow
From head to toe
I relax with the old folks
My Silat lock has my swords and spear on top
The lesson is lost
In Tai Chi my style is cool and redefines
What mind is
My mind slid
On this kind of bid
I like to get slid on some shit yo

I’ve got the double mint gum
The Wrigley’s Factory still operates
On top of plates it smells great
To set a date to skate with the great crisp
Herbals
All nocturnal these herbs will burn you
In the set
Don’t settle for second best
Collect that check
Inspect and respect
Heed the heck out of the warning
You storming in begin to spin kids and shit
Like this
My mic dissed the lips of MCs I take trips
I flips the whole distance with this
My shit sticks in your head
Gone to bed your rap’s red zone
Ill prone to bleed another clone
Smoke the bone and get stoned
I’m all alone
I get a call to ball so I sprawl
They want murder
I heard ya’ll and curve further than the brawl
You used to
With your juice crew
My deuce slew
I call a gang truce
Out the beef stew
To release crews

I’m so sick of stimulants
I got a grimace to bust raw heat with coffee
Off me
You could find G
In the behind the lines
I rot 9s off
Sniff lines soft
Of the Meth
Famous
Stainless Steel Knives
Lives takin’
Fake to bake in
I take in to win
Mistakin’ MCs
That flake off
Like dandruff
Rappers act tough
My brand is the rough
Cut diamond
Relax recline with the Ganja
Some time again to send
The Form Mind Style
All filled in file with the children
You get killed in fights with these
Still when disease
Struck
Release the whole ruckus
I stuck with a bitch ass in my class
I serve him up Fast
Blow a glass pipe out
And reroute him with Ganja
Just like Yo Momma!

All Shroom
A deuce in your Meth Tomb
You could conflict trips
I rips up to skipped records
For flex it’s just a feeling
I’m revealing
On the M.I.C. wielding
Ceiling fan spin
The plan is to damage the soul
Relax in control of the facts
Plus you stroll
Catch a cold and go fold
Up a sucka ass
Flip him like Grass
I got the Pass
I Outlast in the Stash
We got the Hashish
I task reefer
To teach your kids
Like beaker
Experimental
Glass Lab
This shit proven they duck the jab
Slip Slide Ride into the Circus
Of Martial Art work this
Kids jerk just to stick with flips
Of the hurt bitch
Service
MCs get nervous
When they don’t got it shot it
Slide by you like a rocket
I tried to fly through
What’s in your stew?

Cannabis Magic
Resulted in tragedy
For your Mafia
Stop to see the hard shit and far as it get
Kids wet up on Ganja cheap
In your seat you can’t compete
So kiss your sweet ass goodbye to greet
Stare you in the eye
I don’t want to see kids die
Prevention
In the detention center
For writing a letter
I get your kids smoking’ this
Light up crisp struck the wristwatch
All of it got tossed
Call it the boss
Awesome in the sauce when the clock tick
I still in it fit
Thick trips lifted flips all over the last ditch
To twitch stitch up head wounds
Go to bed in the tombs
I said rooms you bled in soon as fed with a spoon
In a cocoon I made the boom
Got this high noon
Rap is a ruin
All crews in deep shit
With that shit peepin’ it
Releasin’ trip
All bleep out the wit of me
Sick to see the shit that be
Written spit in
The kitchen is a dish with cement
I’m bent

Dance with the devil
Released rebel
Made metal by Meth
Tragic to have it crept up
The rep tucked with Tech strut
The street block
Like beat cop
I beat box
Increase toxin
The socks knocked off when
I rock send the forgotten
I shot in the head
Slaughtered dead
Top til he sped through
All brews true as that
Fool in a rap
WIth stool pigeon
Givin’ the livin’ is easy
Breeze flow through trees Gs be
Disease free cough off lead
To ski tree seed planted
Rancid with your drug habit
Stab it grab it flab fifth to duck rich rock the stock switch
Notch in belt well it sell it tell it take a hell of a hit
And cancel twist dance
For a chance romance the plants that money can have
Solid like acid tab I struck thunder in the lab



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859855 - 02/06/23 03:49 AM (1 year, 1 month ago)

Blew my nose
Eat the Chinese Stir Fry case closed
Extra Spicy
Dice rolled heights be controlled might be
To take the toll
I fold up
I gold struck all to bold
What’s up?
Are you truck?
You got the trips?
Dips skips and flips with witch’s brew?
All ill in Gong Fu
Write this who fight twist up the fist
Stuck ignited lighted lightning stripe
Swipe the logo all been told home bro
Release Gold sold and cold hearted
Warm hearted just to get it started
I charted raps darted?
Get your facts
Straight laced in plate hissed like snake
Bake a make a bun sun one poly
Wall heat up by golly
The folly isn’t funny
All gun heat bust complete to stun see
I greet
Meat the topping on the pizza
To freak yah I reach for colored art
I love the Grateful Dead
Live show all in the evening warm glow
Receiving the hold on this poetry

I packed so much taxed heat
Backs beat like spanking
Thanking sagging pants
Gangster avalanche
WIth no chance
I grew up in the dance hall
I called the tall one
Like a beer I solved gun
And revolved from
The wallet with the tender
My gender is male
I beached whale
Stale
All inhale the sacred smoke
Ganja broke
To the left the stress left you
Reflex to as check is this who
Come next?
The best food was dressed with the stew
All from new kids on the block to rock
Around the clock nonstop
Not even stopping to fight that’s awesome
Delight in topping the shocking thing
Rock crews ring
My gun sing
I brung it to swing
I get clubbed with the drubbing like a King
And left wing
Always with the follies I jolly good
So shocked it’s understood how I flocked
And got clocked at fast speed
While smoking weed
Sativa

All cold and bitter
No glitter this is mushroom lit here
Slit fear with rich career in stitch fear
To take the high dose
You close to going down for hours
Towers above the head
Like you bled instead you get dead
Brain go insane refrain from making blood stain again
Rain fell you could tell an LSD
From a tree from a speed line to a rough dime to some rope twine
From cocaine to blow by name go in the fast lane
I’ll explain later skater how to rate fear on a scale
I pale and about to die I bail on the eye I came ya’ll
With the mind to maintain steer around the incline
Mountain fountains of youth up at the peak
Seek these and thou shall release keys
I deceased freeze inhale all the jail bars
Hard and gone tar I’m overdosing
Coming close and this mushroom is no joke and
I the smoking gun who won at the War
Catching the Grateful Dead on tour
Courtesy of YouTube
And I’m chill
In a good mood

Life in a fractal design
Inclined signed sealed sealed dealt heartfelt
Peeled the bell rung
Sung the humming ringing
Bringing swinging the rhythm
Given the position to listen to the Dead Crew
All lead spewed out the gun
From Gangster rap become became
The name of my generation
At the Gas station I freeze froze blow my nose
Lit the rose
Petals dropped once I copped I stock full
I rock pull out the stops cull
The null from the Dead Skull
I Red Bull
I head full of bled ulcerated
Head grated like cheese
Freeze diseased keys like these
I breeze in the trees wind wind
From behind I’m blind I reclined though
Still and flow slow
As long as the creek speak
The water freak me
Make me heat and see
The beat speed seed the stars
Up to par gone afar from the path
Suffered the wrath
No need to ask
If I’m up to task martially
I’m partial to the Grateful Dead
Thanks everyone with a 3rd eye!

All crews formed is normal
To take a wormhole to the edge of the Universe
Ill released like a bursted lung
Tons of drugs was the plug
All tugged on the shirt a kid want some
From home to stone
See UFO flip flow
Tip toe
Through the rows of crops
Stops this
I lock fifths up
To talk shit
I rock lit with top spit off the copped tip
So rip on it
Trip till it gone in the head
Everyone bred for fame is famous
In the lane just to explain to the dust
I catch a flame and to the touch
I feel pain
Burning learning and churning
Constantly mixing tossing costing someone
A ton
For fun run for a humming
Summing one all begun to add mad and radical
I had it fully the bully pulled me
Aside to collide with rawhide
I’m blind I mind in the kind buds
I recline does the rewind because
Of there fuzz trying to bust
I don’t trust anyone
Except my sun The number one
Done type
Off the drug hype
And downs to wear the crowns

All the crips tripped and lit up
Sit up to ripped like duck
On Acid the flask fiddled the task riddled blacks discriminated against
Whence it came
I’m glad I’m not black in white town
Oh wait I am
I scan the area to care for yah
Scare beware of this flair I tear
Get the air cut dropped off of shut
Called cut the sunk ship
Swim down and all around to scrounge up crown
In the lounge I lounge proud to be down
I’m out loud and sound frown
To the town
Got this clown in the lost and found
I found God in a wad of Hashish
My cash beef I smoke reefer creature
That eat your Hashish the teacher
I on LSD I freeze cheese in the diseased breeze like a sneeze
With a cold I golden so old when I scolded I molded then
Bold till I expend the end
It come sum one
Conjunction
The function
Was to munch on the bags of snacks
All murder tax was the acts to relapse
I saps a tree
Relax and free the mind
Unwind completely
Jump out your seat be heated
So beat it skid kid
Put away your heat
Then we can meet up

Cheap rate
Get it hate the Tech
I left the rest with the test for flex
In checks I Mexican Pot Smoking Toking
Choking on bongs
Joking about how gone is open
To spoken about from it route
Shout out
Run down the list
See who twist what’s missed who got dissed
Who should and who shouldn’t
Who couldn’t
You stood up with wood cut
Fully shut I tuck one gun on me son
I don’t pull it unless I see a bullet
It’s fully null and void my toy was gone
When I got employed in the avoided
Soil skidded ridded of the bidded lid flip
Stick trip to rip wrist twist the joint
All high anoint to a point
I got the joint
Little boys coined the phrase
What set you from for days
It stays like this
I don’t have to be psychic to mic the bitch up
Amplify his cut one thousand times and nuts
All the ducks blown out the pond
I never lose my calm
I throw the bomb
I fully on the palm trees
That grow by the beach in Cali

Slaughter was my daughter
My partner had her when I was 16 on Water
I caught Slaughter acting naughty
I caught raw heat off a busted sheet of venom
Stopped wearing denim grow hemp
My rope is hemp I’m dope
I cope with it by flipping broke switches
The misses with the hits flips your trips until you twist
Up reefer
My teacher was Mrs. Ether
Making Gold Hashish Oil
I boil some under the Sun and don’t run from the enemy
I gun down street sounds pops and bangs explosions
Join the crowd
The synonym was a noun
A verb is word up
Heard your truck pull up
I do pull ups
And spun tucked weapons
Slaughter was the lesson as taught by the Professionals
It’s apparent I sit strapped and ripped up rap

Blue Birds in the sky
Don’t act shy you want to get high like the Sun and without a gun you frozen
I chose in my way to stay martial partial to no play now way like Sun Ray
I refrain from blading up kids run lids of grass gunning up was in the past
You assed out of luck to struck I don’t give a fuck
Anyway
Blue Bird was special word
I cursed and dispersed like the worst kind of time I rhyme inclined to blind
The deaf and dumb relax rewind your head is in a bind from
The deep relaxation the Blue Bird achieves nothing up my sleeves
I fought disease and won
Sun get it numb like opponent stung and bonus bitch was all alone and try to stitch
I wish it would go away
I’m not allowed to kill it so I just don’t top bill it
I still hit I’m lit on tunafish I dissed you
With your fists grew weapons like Blue Bird rep in this for breakfast it’s a festival
The rest I fully undone like the Sun
It’s a catchy tune I hum

I rock for the Order
Won’t say the name like flame on tape recorder
I sort of stare out the window
I catch a glance of kinfolk
I been smoking weed my whole life
I was going to die and picked up a knife
Played with blades all day
Each time I stay at the Holiday Inn
I feel the sin from within I spin around
Rips off the frowns to clock pounds
Of pot
I smoked a lot
I reek of Meth a step of death release my cold breath
Make it hot got a lot of that guy
I don’t wonder why I have the thunder in my eye
I try to stay high all the time I’m blind from the sun run dry as I become
The child of the gun profiled in styles while I file in line
I like a dime on down the ground I got around I been there
Most been square
I dare you to eat an ounce of shrooms
I’ll do it again I consider you a friend
You bend completely unseat G
Leave the Ps frozen
If you chose in you can keep your clothes on
Damn that trip is strong
You got to get it gone

I release crease all grease you had stab you up in the lab
If you grab I like to have you ran through and cut you
Spill blood like some fool who was uncool
I rule
Took you to school now you in a pool of blood
Service through like one run on gun sometime run rhyme
I need to get rich again sink for the stitch and then
Practice Tai Chi while smoking some weed
No speed in the lounge meaning Meth
I like the rhyme the Ganja get my left hand did
I’m branded Wu Tang kid I bid high release the dry eye
I got the fly lyrics round Christmas when Santa brought be presents
Came down the chimney and all that shit don’t kid me
We all know Santa is real he just stay concealed
In the north pole we release stroll off the whole load
I be bold and cold way I scold
But back to the lab yeah
We hit Psychedelics take them jabs I pass the class
With flying colors all duller shades release fades into the distance
So get with this plus hit tons of pot fully shot up like product
With the rock dust I know I trust I grow the Coca
I toke rush blur burn see vision turn incision in the gift and
My homie in prison who turned me on to crack
From rap there’s no coming back
Don’t serve yourself a cap


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859862 - 02/08/23 11:40 PM (1 year, 1 month ago)

I’m in Prison For Life
For 25 to Life
It’s Life Like
I strike Life off
I might gloss on a soft one to hot gun run for fun to spun a murder one
Begun to Sum Suns
Buns bake
From outer space great
Heard in debate that your plate is fake
I will and stay take it butt naked
Some crews shake it make it break it
Always related to Suckas gettin’ faded
I’m bladed
The main limit is the gimmick to trip and hip slip off the cliff and die
Answer Y in the eye I don’t plot shy
My Genius I can’t deny
Between us I get real high
On my kind I blind
In the signed deal
Wielding mics steel crown hype feel down and light it for real downtown
My pronoun was ground steady
Left the Eddie currents
Murder fits in just right here
Over a beer for fear and shed a tear
Most don’t can’t and will not come near

Flying indirect
All the homies connect
With 8 direction steps
Taking the hectic mess
And reflecting the test
Cold checking the set
Making Mexican food the best
Relating stress with the festival
All Techs get pulled
I sulk sully on the gully for full heat
Compete in my seat to greet
At the meeting
Completing Gong Fu defeating
All others reaching the limits
Of the digits I frigid cold dragon
On the wagon I tag in the sag then
Fully amped on kinfolk soaking the rope
I have a gun smoked with my toke
Sativa to be yah I reach hurdle
Jump over third through the lens
I recommend Gong Fu to all crews
You can’t lose
Don’t bruise in your shoes
I dance, romance and take no chance
I’m highly advanced I ants in the pants
Make em fans of the style
Wild profile
I go for miles
My child is the homes
Busting all alone
On the phone with full grown
Making it known
That mind gets blown
I for real in the zone

New to relaxation?
You hit the station up
With vacation tucked away
In the sensation you play
With hay smoke
Eat a mushroom
Drop an LSD tab soon
To spoon drugs is thug shit lit
On the quit hit I sit up to rip truck
Weapon tucked on the scene
The gangster lean is extreme
I clock a bean to smoke
Tropical burns learns the cerebral
My people is searching read through
Magazine new variety
In my city we rarely get it
Don’t sweat it
Worldwide legalization is coming to the
Breakthrough coming who could resist the twist
A joint for to anoint the style my profile I smile
All the while I pile up the record stacks
Listen to music while I wax poetic
I said it there
Don’t get scared
It’s blade tracks coming to facts on
Meditation

What you find first in my Egyptian Tomb?
A fat crispy sack of shrooms
So in the afterlife I can shoot dice
Play big feel the fear to peel the wig back
I get jacked
I rapped about it sounded down did it again
Came back then
Released the venom I end em with the spread
Fully blown head
Brains all over the road all the goats herded
Word did it vermin skidded right through big with their brew
Messin’ with crews gangs stews they gang bang
My gun rang so I don’t even hang with fools
I’m on the shrooms

Graphic Violence
All Gold sold and told how bold they strike cut pipe swipe the hype
My mic froze in rows it shows how blow is the load lid show his cid and fled
Remain dead on the ground from the pound forever now until he come clown
The crew is down until they bleed multiple stab wounds proceed the shot freed
Some pot smoke the weed indeed rock this speed Meth 8 steps with Techs make 9
Rewind in a bind I recline on the dime smokin’ prime real estate date the greater
Later dude you scooted shouted shot up polluted rock cut with stupid shit
Who’s the fit fluid as thick screw it don’t do it come through it with the rude skid
Your crew hid out when word word of mouth said I was coming as summing
I gunning for the humming fun and it stun and sting oh the horror is this thing
The Horror

Gangsters eat meat
It’s proven that sweet crews eat new in the nude with their Uzi drew
I stock up on tattoo ice cream
It’s a nice dream to double team a chick
I caught a movie flick where this cool dude inserted a big clip
Now I need to do shit just like it
Hype to strike bust dyke bitch for the twice crisp in fact
Your murder game is whack when you aim
You just supposed to slay without delay
Now you causing decay in the orgasm
You cause a spasm in the great chasm slower than a phantom moves
Through the grooves with sweet moves
I’m sick of your sweet crew
Fuck You!

Organic tastes better
It gets you wetter than a high school sweater made of leather
You sweat in, the more the better
Don’t forget to wear clothing
People will see you stroking with all the nude dudes
I shoot hoop and scoop
Coupeville is my favorite place
My favorite ace is a War Veteran
I’m better than them at martial arts but not with a gun, see I’m smart
Like a ton
I know to run from any sniper who’s hyper
I bust a windshield wiper
And dodge viper strikes
I lick ice twice as thick as a brick
And smoke a Thai Stick

Hashish was the sweet
All signs point to it meet me at the crossroads
Till my head explodes from sobriety
I still be trippy and flip heat sticky green weed
Is what I need
I burned out speed and the plastic mentality
Cancel chi session for the fresh in the test of Hashish relief
I briefly deceit see spell it out completely
Like defeat be I nice and easy
Take you down to the ground
Lock you like a clown in a box with his head spinning around
It’s what I pound the round for to crown more
Around 4 pm
I cough up phlegm but still relax when I’m in
A Hashish smoking session in the sector with a vector steady and ready
To head off 20 years of sobriety

I learned Tai Chi
I actually did and it’s not funny
People put money down
And I see it all around
I got the ground floor button hit
To town tore with the hard martial art War
I score and pour soul to roll
I got ahold of untold amounts of Gold
I fold up a mediocre boxer
I talk snot still I write a rock song
Smoke a bong and fully prong out
Tai Chi was the route
Murder is about to happen
It always is the captain
Of spanking walking the plank and tagging along
For the song I wrote I sure hope people listen
And get in a position to at least and maybe at best
Learn basic self defense

Blueberry skip to cherry wine oh so fine
Rich spirits to tears lit by a Vietnam Vet
Who spilled blood and jet back to America
They tearin’ yah up with slugs
Said now he stands the pressure with
Blueberry skip to cherry wine oh so fine
I said I’m crippled yo!
I take life real slow
I shot dice control the soul
No one understands how hardcore I roll
Blueberry skip to cherry wine oh so fine

I harshly deal with the peels who wields the weapons
Get fresh with the feels for wheels on the real yo
I kill slow to show how killing is done to a bro
I head to toe master has the faster caster for parts
I chart and hit history sick story for thick glory I rip roar see
Hit the glory and more heat complete with gore defeat
Any MC who challenge me

Spark better than better than
Go to War for adrenaline
I be lettin’ then to spread fools tend
To cool it like jewel rich in the uncool
Sparkle dark pull out the crystal
With a fistful of cash
And made the dash to the stash house
For Ganja route



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/11/23 12:27 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859871 - 02/11/23 11:14 PM (1 year, 1 month ago)

Money
Guns
Drugs
Once you’ve passed the basic level
That’s all there is the rebel
I am
I slam a jam up the man to make him understand
We land ashore and tore your military to killing it
Still in shit get in thick fully equipped to strip the weapon
Get to steppin’ then
Let us in
We love our
Money
Guns
Drugs

I’m a proud chef
To stress with a nice dish
I wish for feasts to share
I’m never scared of the kitchen knife
My life depends on my skill
I prepare for the King
Wing in this with the sticks
I swing begin to cook again

People didn’t fully understand what they were dealing with OK?
I play all the instruments perfect
I’m a one man circus swallowing swords
I get the fork to eat with
I beat chicks up who try to take my seat trip
And speak Hebrew
Who knew?
I glued to the TV set
My rap is fresh
I death wished a fool like Charles Bronson cool!
I go to school still
I can’t pass a fake $100 bill
I have the willpower
To withstand the Tower of Babel
And I smoke the powerful drugs
They call them Kind Nugs
Kind Nugs
Kind Nugs
Kind Nugs

My Jesus piece left with the East with the diseased fan of Beast
I creased my khakis I rap sheet
Bust a back beat
Clap on the song makes it complete when you smoke a bong
I wear thongs
So I’m almost like naked
I break it
The anus
I play with the remains dish it up for everyone’s supper
You have to suffer first though
Maintain the thirst glow
For roll
To take it’s toll
I stroll through the folded up rows of clothing in the store
I buy some shit rely on my stupid grip of cash
You get fast thugged
And smoke the powerful drugs
They call them Kind Nugs
Kind Nugs
Kind Nugs
Kind Nugs

A country boy
Do em all off backwoods style
I seen you smile and burn a spot
Load up the Glock to get on top nonstop
Burn a flock and jerk what’s talk is
Biz is for with these kids to flip this
So witness
I dis bitch
You a trick
And couldn’t handle the country thick
Or thin begin to see
I light it up be
300 miles
Between smiles
You get shot fully stopped up with lead
Servin’ plus you ain’t fed
Swervin’ down the road
All toxic my rhymes rock with
My wit is grit in the city lit with lights
You could see these rhyme fights
A cat splice up Y junction
For the function

I die one day
To say a slayer elected for mayor
He rage your style
With the flavor
He’s your neighbor so you can’t complain either
We need Martial Law
A martial plot all day long against the shots they take
Bake in the sun on water and some Ganja Bud
I like it Southern Comfort in the best country company
Of a nice Chinese Woman this Valentine’s Day
We practice Tai Chi and just let rhyme be

My Mafia connection with Shrooms in college
He was an entrepreneur
Pure
His knowledge of the game was the brainwave
Stained with the way
We need Psychedelic dealers
Who kneel before God
And do the job
He sold good Ganja too
But his shrooms had the blue bruised stems
Grown in manure
You could taste it
I got the Ace with that Fungus
Plus I’m a Fungi!
I rely on my shrooms to go boom!
In the rap sung a tune
I hum it and attack back on a flat spoon
For rhythm Many are given prison time for rhyme

It was October 1995
The Shrooms came alive in my brain
My brain lit light up sighted by written down times the times tables all unstable
Made me capable of amazing things in martial arts chill with swings of sticks
I made in the way it did me hid me mine I I drop a dime on drug crime
I bust a line rock a kind bud prime in the mud I crouch like on the couch I lounge
I scrounge up a round to hit I bit bitten sit in the playpen with rain men came and went
I spent a lot of time and money gettin prime so I could rhyme
It’s no jive I get it live on the liveness I thrive go down the list of what knives twist
After sticking in ooh you want to cause pain you insane in the brain

I can see through your psyche
I can see the freedom I read from some
I lead and get it done with the stun from the gun all your heard was number one
Come undone and propose a soma the comatose the bones rotten all ugly
I got the money I run heat like a killing spree some willing to inflict it’s sick
The get a trip on and rip long gone from the song I sing I’d rather bring
The psychedelic friendship with the dead crip that head slip up red blood
Cut from the neck brung respect none of it is like the type the mic strike
I hype up the swipe for the Platinum I relax and chill from I got the ill done
And don’t even have to have fun to have fun

Cops want me to drink beers!
I’m like, you stupid Cop I get Psychedelically flashbacked shot up like my rock cut
When I drink but I won’t hold it against you because you ignant as fuck
I struck a deal with the Gods that peel thunder and lightning
I right in the right on smoke a bong always all day long
Here’s how the song goes:
Blow Blow Blow my house down!  With Coca it increase my crown diameter
I rush and damn chill if I am hype until I bust and like a magic plus the had it
A couple of times I ruffle my rhymes up the times I trucked weight makes me rhyme great
I soldier of fate I busted on the plate and now you laid out like hate it to say it
But I way different from the Psychedelic rain I seen

My gram of meth flew in on a 22 slug
I call it bug
When I hug meth I hype and left pipe to death club rub for type
I Mike I mic up the strike truck heavy
Ever ready and steady for deadly
They come fed me hits so that’s what I spit
My lesson is a glitch in the system switch
I run on the long gone see you later song
Degrade your haters and twitch like I stitch up wrong
I don’t fucking hit people!
OK?


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/16/23 06:54 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859912 - 02/16/23 04:23 PM (1 year, 1 month ago)

I miss the waves of people on the Venice Beach Boardwalk
What a scene to speak of is gleam
I reek of the crack smoke cocaine loc and brain
Drop LSD explain I detain a Cop who tried to stop me
I box beats and top fleet to deceit for the complete takeover
Lay lower break the bower your flex in sex makes checks
I rest in the arms of the harmless I harness the power of the trip
Take a big sip to a gulp and get beat to a pulp by the fully
Pull heat and greet you to the Venice Beach through
The test like Hollywood Blvd. On a Friday or Saturday night
It’s all right to hit a Football Game and see the crowds
I like to remain on the top of the mountain

You can find your life at the bottom of a bag of drugs
Murdering Thugs surpasses chances to dance this
Rancid Piss from the shit I lit
My rhyme got so bit so I’m on it like fist to follow through
With the twist to tear flesh and squirt blood
I drag your name through the mud I kill thugs
I have a bunch of drugs right now
I try not to OD but something somehow I be ODing
My status G in the event to sent it up like a bent
Thug I rhyme this rug from under you
All dealing with Gong Fu
The Masters are few
And far between but I feel we all on the same team
Get this Ganja Green

I’m from the hood
Doo Doo flex and crew gone X
So who up next reflex text laid sprayed brains and slayed remains a few
They usually run in the stew for brew I do I say to the way I play I gray alien
Remain in it to begin with I don’t sin and shit except I eat tunafish
I catfish the hat trick off a rap stick from knack flip the land is brand to sandstorm
Worn you down I roll around pound command lounge on the range a sage of this Age
I turn the page relax displayed way I did I slid through the big fool and cut his
Tool out of his hand I’m the brand that knew what to do in real fight
I get real in tight close and overdose them on blade spoke played to folks
Get crayons for kids I pull high bids to get rid of kids and shit like this I switch
On a fool fist come uncool for you sue me all you can do legally is push someone
To their knee let them beg before you choke them unconscious with BJJ

Mendo is the dopest the Highest the flyest
Y gets it try bet to Thai Buds and Suds from Craft makers
Bake yours on Psilocybin Shake course the break force is making noise
All across yours for boys and girls Worlds collide show what’s inside I glide
I ride the wave take a slave and behave like a raving maniac
When I’m on crack
Why I smoke a hefty black lung come from the sung song smoking bong
Prolong the high or stay dry?  Never that shy I died bled said fry on this head
My bed’s made I already bladed stay with it fade it imminent to gun threat
From the ruler bet your tool your set got it cool to jet on a mule for no sweat
Carrying heavy loads of Hashish good grief I spell relief with a pot leaf alphabet
More than moves to slay with Tech Meth I get in grooves and don’t Flex
I get the next available Pound of that Mendo Down Home

Ganja and Water oh you get so high you deny you try to slaughter
An enemy eyeball all the dry eyes crawl for the brawl
I serve it Fall Autumn sought men who shot then I got ten mil
I kill I hit a fill and bill the chill I release drill until I clock a million
A billion times my mind has flashed on cash I serve an ass for a Fast on Water
I shot yours down wear the crown and sound pound steady ever ready
To steadily smoke to the melody it’s a felony that Ganja is illegal
All pop in for the sequel
I bleed through my crew is grew grown
From clone the precious stoney Herb
Word to the heard it
I render murders dead with the fed Meth for a purpose
That adrenal shit they flex
Ganja make you stop flexing
It’s the bomb yep

I pull a Night Mission
My bombing run has just begun
I drop a ton of bomb on the so on and so on
Who pack the bong
They smoke it on and on
Everyone loves to smoke
Choke cough Pot passes all the classes
I like Psychedelics but I burned them out
No doubt
I give a shout out to all the childhood stoners
And also those who adult got their salt
I solid I ball it like a wallet call it tall fit
The fall sit and wall to wall install
The Ganja till that’s all

I love a Ganja Bud
It’s all I need to cut off the scrub on my brain
My brain remain abrasively maimed by the main
Threat the murderous Tech 9 Meth lines and kinds of step
I let it bet you set it when you wet it
Kids on Meth never smoked hardly a breath of the Ganja
To get yah and calm yah I wet you
Turn you into a farmer
I don’t cause harm
I alarmed by the rise in the society’s crimes
Meth minds is some kinds I know so well
I gelled and rebelled against the frenzy
And lent heat to defeat what cuts sweet
Through the greeting it’s a meeting with death
Adrenal with every step
Speedfreaks always flex

It’s time for an eight hour meth roll
I turn to plastic gun running drastic
My tool spread all the rule of the land
I brand everyone with the stun
Sand is in command with the branded
I’m spastic I flex like triggers
I’m a bigger pothead than meth so
You know the rest
I need a lot of Ganja to cure me of PTSD
Lure me into the threat for sure bet
I understand a meth head
They bled serve further Feds up with lead
I spread the Ganja Vibes Still I Chill
I like it till I run into meth again
Fuck that shit the lesson never end
I recommend legalization with cultivation
I’m in Washington State
And meth is still the same price as pot
Bang for your buck you’re stuck
You get shot by the meth kids
Release bids so they can skid to a stop
And Chill

I touched by the THC crystal
500 Cannabinoids plus Terpenes
Makes mean Green on the scene
It’s actually nice, kind buds
I rap a rub back in the club
With the fat dub sacks
No Click Clack with the weapons
I’m Silat and Escrima I beam yah up
I dream in the cut
Of smoking Ganja so what’s up?
My case is shut
Ever since I laced the blunt
I’ve been fucked up
I led the truck on Ganja
My connect is so thick
Birdie pull a magic trick
I jump and kick you in the head
Step on your shoulder and dis you
Much bolder I’m a folder
I told yah
I have zero tolerance for violence
I stare in silence at the wall and ceiling
Revealing my feeling
I silk reeling in Tai Chi
I picked up Tai Chi, Bagua and Xingyi
I like a G and a P for the trees in the breeze
Just let me chill for once!
Please?

To all the Police
I want to drink at least a few beers with you
Let me explain the drug game
We got in these drugs for the plugs to pull on thugs
Everyone knew about the thugs
They run shit like bearhugs break backs and sacks of Cannabis
Was the logical first answer
I got into it like cancer
I advanced more and got deadhead
A chill dude on the bedspread getting my head fed
The demons I see remain in the brain
Police came to take me away
Saying I slay dragons and drag down the fountain of youth
I found it and here’s proof
My spoof of the drug scene remain clean
I’m on my own team
WIth my own dream
With my own gleam
I took Psilocybin cream was what it was like
The nectar that hype for vector in life like structure the type
You always remember
Anyway
I respect Police
Let’s drink a few beers together at least

I tried
To ride
To the Zoo for animal Gong Fu
I imitate the fate of fighting is hateful might swing
On the thing is this people get pissed and cease to exist
I rap this fist up the ass
I master passed the task your stacks up to class that Fast on Water
Your daughter gets laughed at
I mask plaques for jacks to strap fact
Got it?
I shot hit up the product
I rock cut for dock but I loft high
And talk eyeball
My wide tall find ya’ll in the mind to brawl for the War
Get tore to the core
I don’t like to fight but tonight is the night
I write rhymes
I bust time is the Y I’m at sight for the stat I rap
I happen that I sackin’ up fat buds the maximum attack plugs the recipient
Of this ingredient defeat in it the breach of contract eating up each bomb fact
Of the Ganja capped
I love to train with my brain lit on Cannabis
I’m more than just a fan of this it’s the plan I bust with to dust lead
The spread out to concentrate the great play is the way in
Rain coming down from all around

Too peaceful
I release full
And each full
Of the steel
Release pull
Called equal
Sequel is even more peaceful
Fully nulled up
Release truck
You get stuck and froze in your toes
You can’t step
Learn the lesson
Deep breath in
Stop guessin’
Just how I crept
At midnight
For street fight
My rhymes each right
I write rhymes deceased some in tight
With the gun son
My gun is fun to play with
MCs they stay ripped off
I’m the boss
And toss you in the sauce


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859945 - 02/23/23 07:55 PM (1 year, 24 days ago)

I don’t gas fast I blast and laugh at the task for the plastered on liquor
Fools smoke the sicko lick grown Cuban Tobacco Cigar
I go far in this aim with this rap game with the flame torch explained
On the porch of the farm house
The big white one where they sell Meth and guns
Renumbered stuns the crowd out loud to still down the crown for a pound
I clock ground I bust rounds at the town that scrounge for Police
To decease the beast and fleece a golden bold then told men to extend
I recommend that a splendid lend chi philosophy rocks G to stop and freeze
Busta please you got weak knees and I breeze through you with ease
It ain’t so pretty this rap city go gritty for the buck fifty sit heap of trash
White trash plus racial slurs last time my past crime was to relax smoke a dime of Meth
Now I only smoke Ganja and take Psychedelic
Plus I get higher on martial art discipline

I’m always into the Highs that men surprise men with in disguise
The rep to step you through the grew trees with ease Ganja trees
Up in stat in fact Ganja max the rap screwed in my crew wins I bend
Train 5 hours daily on the daily I play G in the Wu scene with Wu Cream
A busta lean on the dream to triple team the scene of my gleam
I rock rein the cut you speed through I lead crews to disease through
The grand finale a meth head step up to challenge me I got Italians flee
Wreck the room like scream like guess who? 
A rappers glue on the shoe is for fools who lose my tool is big
I take a swig gulp of the Golden pulp scold men to reload the ten mil
I bust at will and kill all for nil clock hundred dollar bills and drum fills
Who chill?  It’s the pothead you need a lot to dead up in the cut

I blaze the new wave Sativa Cigar at the rave I misbehave and blade
Up the laymen cut up and stray meant for head bled a neighbor to death
The rest is up to profess about you you’d come to conclusion lead routed
I doubted that too Meth heads are fools they rust and rule and pray to death
Their best friend I end my relationship with meth and the guns I crept with
Stun set trip rip under the drug that plug a slug in a fool who pack tool
This crack cocaine is fuel now for the few the proud the Marines
All socked in the socket raps I steam and take off like rocket I dock it your pay
Fool stay away from drugs release love and splendor and mellowness you enter
The center for adventure we vent you even more Ganja Smoke to toke
All the rope is made from hemp all products exempt from prohibited
Shit lifts you up in spirit with a tear I hit the Cigar of Sativa from Tropical Paradise
I rock twice at the beach so nice playing in a clean ocean with the potion
Till I shot dice and open my crown I rocks round with the Cacti Peyote

Scattered brains on hype latter day saints might knock pop a top and clock
Shock nonstop rock the top front to back service fact swerve this rap
Curve it’s black headed headed up fed the stuff the ended rap careers
The dentist pissed and lend this equipment to dip with I skip trip and flip
No resistance the shit split with fist pull the trick is the gullible witness
The dis list is complete for Servin’ further feat I got to greet meet so sweet
It’s indeed speeded sped fully head out the smoking gun lead route and shout
I come about to tack stop down rap round found the tap in the lounge for you clown
I top shit down nonstop and flock a pound to drop for the not that fat cat that strapped
I blacked out my first cut strut stuff and love what I do blazin’ Ganja crew

Captain Trips sips in my death glass
My death class was Meth
And adrenaline who could spend the most to folks who roast in torture
Swords plural first hull of seed weed indeed bleed the Meth out
Rep and sounded lounge slid the town the spit you sound like
The ground hype to plant in it around the light called Sun
Where all the crops come from
My Ganja plants is scant hardly a year past freedom once I cement
I read rent out lease the vent indentured servant
Word hit the bent

Curved sent up third
In the girth of worth
It burst on you
Raps wrong stew
My buds grew huge
I master of the flew in capture the tactically fact your key in it to read spinach
I diminished my ego One refer blown at a time
I’m telling you
I’m gelling all crews to selling foods that wrecks your whole gang truce
On a deuce I skid in to slid then I been bitten my rap lyrics fit in
The vast kitchen stance avalanche on the branch gone rancid
And dance the jig

Crackin’ all sets back in the game raps you explain complain about the lane
Roll down it clouds in the sky dark park martial art for a farce I charge on the card
Far down in the Yard I hard on guard for mar up the further sent you went up
Your head duck down hear the sound of gunshots I smoke pot again one day spend
Sunday to defend the play is what lend to fully automatic spray decay and waste away
Taste the grey murder ace and tre no way rappers come delay task that hunt down
Run ground off the lounge sun down the noun for town to stank herb dank nugs word
The kind I find it blinded me with science reliant upon the giant bong I made
Passed glass craft class padded cell relax in it fell a note vote for hell to antidote
Scope the folk who choke on Ganja smoke I cope with the soak dish easy cleaning
Leaning on murder spree again the leader’s den is full of venom they send out
No doubt

I’m a Ganja Enthusiast
If you didn’t know all crew is set
With bled bloody
Muddy waters caught fathers of types running pipes that pipe smoke
I toke and choke cough get it off my mind and rewind
Step behind myself a wealth of steps to keep things fresh I dance Dragon
I bag in the sag pants and chance of the answer skid your man tore lid off
Hid real lost in the cost of fly my guy is rye I try hard on guard
I’m the guardian of the atmosphere make raps clear you fear this
Just a tear flips my jet into method to set trip my left lit now
I pow knock em out and shout about how loud they were
When all rap is a blur I master were you past crews who last fools
Pack tools and school cruel in the womb like a boom from a bomb
But yo stay calm
Ha!  You freaked speaked eight days a week I suffer bleak from you
Get your crew the hell out of my stew

Rap that rock a back clacked clicked with some bit style I smile
All crews child children until they felony murder the villain
I stay chillin’ and ill in the cut building strut the stuff like buff bodybuilders
I fill yours in to begin mocking the rocking back and forth rapping force
Attack of course you lack remorse get the force like Sci Fi
I try a guy out and mind in the spout for time that I scream and shout
Like I was on a dime I got the clout I about it to round it up doubt it
That you do more than run your mouth around hits that come with fits
Lips twitch response I lit I’m the bomb on my connect I reflect select
I in effect rap the Tech 9 yeah I got one raps I’m on some I rock run
The rhyme still it’s a crime to be reliant on Tech 9
My AK-47 is my child I smiled with it wild in the cut got a shotgun too I strut
I basically don’t give a fuck I rock it up the Cocaine still insane no matter
Which way in the rain send the flame extinguished with the blade in the fade
Made men attempt to spray ten then end it I send it out rep for the street
Bout it clowns got founded dead in the asphalt bloody spread with lead

Killed from the peak
Each day of the week is a day to freak with
Speak miss the heat crisp
Leak dis for meet up twist
One up or two or three
Then into the millions G
I resilient
I chillin’
Will in the building with children
And women
Swimmin’
Given em the heat true as stung
My lead grew speak a tongue
Like Hebrew
I only just begun
Your shit is see through
Weighs a ton
I need crews to hum along
All that strong rap
Fully bulletproof lack it
Back twitch stitch up
Rich cut
MCs is bitch but
They got the gun
Why I duck out
And don’t hang with no one

Brains blown
Hype in the range
Snow was blow
All blood come
From someone you know
Get it in the control
Cap it patrol to attack rap shit
Sack fifth of an ounce
Bounce and lounge
Scrounge up
The product
Raps raw tucked into folds
Gold hold coldness
The bold fists are sold missed
By crews exist flew in the history
Of glory days
Told your As
To stays made it shade hit
The faded already crazy as lit
Shit spit from the dated
Amazing related off straightening
Late the thing
Cycle bring
The mic flow from human being
Seeing is believing
So I read in
The reach through with sin
Trip relieving the sting
That life bring
My mind cruise as seeing
The real peeling

My mind thugs
Rap about drugs
Take it tugs pulls on the smoke
Choke a folk who just broke through
Crew release brew and slew you know who
I cap and flew fluid fuel screw it duel
With swords my award winning
Spinning grinning beginning
In the shit thing sing you kidding
I’m flipping your written swing
A psycho bring ringing phone
To the group home all alone
In the prone position
My mission is to risk in flight condition
The type
I’m missin’
Crisp with the lens floated tens
Perfect work it
Jerk a true as lit with your crew
The existence of you depends
On how you do
You gotta rhyme true
As blind fool release the tool
To shoot beat and stab you
To death
It’s how a fool rep

I release cap fresh to death with the heat up crept
You leapt into step with the breath that kill left
I set trip about flip for ripping
Sipping on brew clipping call them fools who ain’t drinking
Stinking of death Mexican flood all mud in the river
I shiver cold striking like in the thing they sting
I might bring a right ring up to wing truck
People suck ass at fighting
They freak freeze up and geek with the literature
I sit in the combative type theatre
Of meter run blurring hum
The leader of the crew is whoever flew recently
I read true as tree fluid
Fools get swept up in meth cut
With the 50 cal now allowance for the valiance
Tripping death
I always recommend Ganja and Shrooms
Learn martial arts and cut your blues
Get some self respect and keep fools in check
By laughing at their punk ass without talking trash
The martial life is a blast

I stamped branded a martial criminal out by Atlanta
The vampire expire with damp texture
They flex more and tore you still at will
Power drill for the fill in the drum kick
Light his lit crews get fit in with the kitchen
Black rang the switch in
I system fix and dis men
For servin’ the ten mil all hell is gel
And coagulated up
Like refrigerator trucks in New York for Corona
I tire of fire I’m on the wire for spare tire
Still I don’t admire the guy your claim to fame is eating Pork
I’m like that fool Mork from Mindy
It gets windy in Chicago the breeze blew by Escrima
All lean in the eye is from the texture
Too bleak to not see death more
My rhymes they tore through
Like War before crews morning newspaper
Read for the caper that flavor all ill type behaviors
I’m not in a gang but I slang for Ganja to the major league
WIth Army Fatigues
I get bad dreams in fact all my dreams are nightmares
Just like you rap rep and in tight scheme 

I’m still a bank robber
Even though I got slaughtered in the ill
I take the abortion pill to kill with
I chill sit in the real get peeled?
Never that I steel intact
I rapped about drugs like meth and cocaine
My brain seen many lane
It’s petty to explain this
I flame up twist with the dance I advance
I remember the violence in silence

Once you get the electro thermos
You worm this
Burn twist
Squirm
Wrist lit with shit
Light up a sit down
Run around town in the lounge
You get lost and found
I ground
Pound the pavement
Like slave went up
Led the truck for it’s payment
I rain check
Stay in slept
Came the crept up
Lame in head they duck
Cause a ruckus
Buck off all nervous
Twitch and firm stitch
Up the famous
My brain just bust
When I came to trust
The simple to explain
In the dust

Cooked food is the barbecue pits
Searing main man
With the Ray Ban Sunglasses
All the classes let out
And still you feel too fresh no doubt
I murder route
I shout out to the loud mouth
From Down South
I got clipped Ouch!
I mountain of couch kick back
Rip raps up like nothing
Fools always bluffing like they something
Cause they gun ring
I run sting op
I build thing pop
The topic stop
I itch my eye socket
I flock to rich and hock chain still in glitch
Life’s a bitch

This goes out to everyone with more than one gun
I sun
I get shit done
We step through run the tech on fools hum
The set you a fool
Release tool in school shooting even
The fruit think he cute
I busted loot after death
In my grave I came correct with behavior for the major league flavor
All read they savior like Christ
Pollute twice I shot dice
Run a nice and smooth operation
My station got invaded before I was bladed
Now I made it
I faded crew whose days were met with gunplay no bet
It’s Sunday and they gun spray all over the place
I got a real firearm and ace
You jet through my place
I confront hunt down bust a round from the pound and lock shit around town
My dope optics are crown royal I boil on the stove Psychedelic to top with
Too intelligent but that’s irrelevant
I’m a grey alien
I stay at the space location from the Nation called USA
I love the Earth and it’s Ganja for what it’s worth on vacation

The flowering buds leaves THC crystals
Pistils unpollinated
Dated on the ray of Sun head baked from
No one thing does it like Ganja bring
I rocked the thing but what gave me that swing was the Herb
Word I curve still until the next time
The next crime perpetrated by the Meth line
I wreck mine shop up to crop dust
Not I smoke organic pot
I fully shot up I’m the product like raw stuff
Just waiting to get rolled up
Into spliff for a dish I bake with Ganja in it
I win the resin
In Heaven we eat Hashish laugh on some kief
Just watch the news at 11
It’s difficult to grow
So sew seeds of all breeds types
And see which one you like
Study the Ganja day and night
You won’t feel uptight you become polite
And your rhyme is out of sight
I like Sativa and pray to the Ganja Goddess Shiva

I hit up the OZ of shrooms just let me be
Punk ass
You get whiplashed by the size of the plastic 9
I rhyme a time before I core stung
Your whore brung War from the store with some you done
Just a little
That’s cool but I solved the riddle I fiddle with the trip pull
Off major contact that blacks out
This rap route is no doubt the finest of the vine that yields wine
I take my time and spot a crime a criminal
It’s minimal the importance of the scorched brain
Feel pain Murderers slain Oh!  What have I became become
I sum the stun I shock I clock
I pop the top and knocked out
I stick a blade in my neck and don’t even sweat it mic check
1,2,3 rotten seed seen by the breed I love variety
In shrooms try to be versatile I pick them wild
I smile when I watch them grow cultivated time lapse
The raps perhaps is greater the more you skate wear
Down the wheels
Get faded off Tequila and Water I had a daughter on Psilocybe Azurescens
Some people lock here to steering column
I solve the problem

Twisting winding coiling at boiling hot temperatures
Adventures soar me up to heights that fight gone
My song is one of peace at least deceased crews
Get reach through the teacher in my few
I fuel crazy always amazing stood on one foot and gazing
At the new moon so soon the harvest come for sum
I done I got the gun but it’s plastic I task flip the saddest trip
My mask got lit I ask for drip brain explain that my lit lane
Was the too untamed for radio the way it blow no need to know
Just flow and sho nuff I rough up the scuff a punk ass
Who want to challenge in real fight I like…
What you rhyme is right kid go get slid after you did done
I got the guns the way I’m from the funds you swear I wear undies
I wear sweats and a tie dye T shirt
All bleep out the cuss words you never heard before
If you tore believe me you don’t ask for any more
Still you want War still I soar high and eyeball from the sky tall
As the NYC be
Go smoke a hundred trees bitch you brainwashed by MMA and
Porno flicks


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #859960 - 02/28/23 03:54 PM (1 year, 19 days ago)

Most face the charges
The Order case farthest
Of the Dragon I tag in Los Angeles
Like a vandal I risk
Bird up with the twist
You bird fist
I word to crisp
Hit a ditch you whiplash
My cash scratch the math
I fully blast
All I ask is that you take it to task
Unmask and bask
Not in the sun but the cloud
I top down with a bullet
I fully on top of heat that sweet ass
Reach with heat blast
Free cash
Sip the stash I max
Like a rash
I itch burn turn
Lesson learned until you earned it
I firm fit the chick squirm
Exist on the flip side
Ride in the hide the gun from
Someone before you get rung shot
And hum along like you forgot the song

Slip the nine come back with mine own
Rappers sniff blow
Go with the flow on the rush I crush
I serve as such get the busted
I rusty in the gun heat pulled by skully
My fully is full of heat compete with deceit
For complete defeat of the enemy
I send it freely up the G speedway
My ski slay I decay reach into bag relay
With the tag
On the freeway
I lead start the with no flows they go to each his own way
I lost the case ace off and lay soft down
All around I gloss and shine to the town
Local folks who’ll bust you for coke are a joke
I provoke to revoke their license to be alive some
Let me thrive with the gun
Largely unknown to me
I float a freebie I feed my genius with the easiest
Yet most difficult pulled apart
Off the chart hit the heart and kill
In one shot I’m ill like time forgot

I just laugh at punks who attack
Stack maximum for someone to understand
Gun heat is not for the street
It’s for the Military
Shit’s scary to some
I have fun scaring those who scare easy
It’s breezy when a G freeze up while acting tough
Randomly assaulting people on the block nonstop
I rap a rock song
Smoke a bong
Chuck a thong sandal
Got vandalism for prison
Decision lives in the kitchen to sift in while fishing blades from grenades
Pulled the pin countdown to the crown royal
Explosion soil most of the blue blood
I grew up in the mud so I oiled up lubed during combat
I bomb the tracks with facts
I jack up the price dice and crack ice with my mic device
I shot twice and don’t listen to your advice
You gone missing in the action flight of fight
I sold you right it’s not nice
But you take flights on sight with nothing in tight
Stop biting my rhyme

My song is wrong
My triple prong ring the gong
Electric circus that hurt bitch
First thick in it
Lift the Christmas light
All right
I bust a mic
I’m the type to get hype
Definitely ass wipe the lesson
All right?
My profession is none
I’m an expert with the gun
Tool fool pack one
I rap run his ass out backwards
Before he stun
Everyone
He gun slung slinger
With a finger on the trigger
He think he bigger
Go figure
I just live your dream of cream
Chose till it froze up on lean
Full of steam I beam
Light up the scene at night
On any airline flight

My connect just got checked
He got wrecked they stole all his shit
Including his soul for Satan
He was rocking Cocaine
The brain he got was in the lane
For you to get shot
He top notch
Scotch tape vapor burst the worst
It hurts to talk about what works
At the party
Don’t start me
I sniff lines blind so I got it crime
By the dozen
What wasn’t easy to pull
I breeze through my skull
I like the cheese the cheddar
Nothing better than a celebration
The price of drugs I’m on vacation because
Of the profit margin
I fully hard when I garden
The marijuana stem from the farthest ends
Of Earth
The super Sweet reach each freeze up
Like they need it enough to read it
Roll one up
With no seed in it
I bleed different
My rent sent out the check to collect
Fully inspect my pot
I like it a lot

For the votes it counts
The War Machine down an ounce
Of heroin with tranq
I inject flex and wrecks mics
Without the 1,2 check that’s hype
I swipe my card and garden in the yard
Ganja farmer in charge of the hard burn
Learn to roll up and fold struck
I’m bold I unrolled and unfolded I hold bids
High as a kite I write rhymes I ignite
I fight with a sucka ass buck his task
To mask the odor I light up light Sun Corona
I bone her the ho she alone word
I came in first place
My ace came down from outer space to lounge
I haven’t found enough drugs to do yet
I crept slept on hit the bong
Rip true as long drew the gun new to the game
Suckas shot up I maim and kill
Blame then ill as a shame and still
I chill in the bin with the remaining ingredients
I show obedience I leap the fence
With defense my pretense is to score expensive weed
But now I am growing from feminized seed
I learned horticulture as a little kid
To save the environment

I rock the Meth Cap
Or else you get jack fooled scrap ruled
In the Yard on guard you fully hard up
I chill stuck in the section
My reflection make the connection
I buck best when I see the plastic
To task it
I back flipped clipped a drip
Off hip I release thick
Some rappers suck dick
With the Cannabis Method damn it just fresh in
Shroom Tombs up in the room duck
When you see me
I’m not easy I breeze be flea hoppin’
What’s poppin’?
Got the drop in the lock bend
Clockin’ rocks diamond my times spent
All night laying down pipes and lights
I frighten kids and a sight to rid
The sector of all check yours
I wreck tours on set pours
The Tech more than just a lesson
It’s a profession I fresh again
With the Death Sentence lent my last coin
To employ Mexicans to step through been
Extra fluid I do it to it
I don’t screw shit I flew hit the rule is sickness
With quickness I take care of business

I got the Ganja
The Ganja and the Shrooms
And the Shrooms
I seen moves that make me sick
A trick just ain’t grown enough
To hang and I tranquilize
My mellow eyes realize that not all need dies
I despise
A sucka who aggressive and spend lessons
I just set in my ways
Ganja stays at the top
Of relief for good grief I love a reefer
Your teacher was weaker than the House Speaker
I reek your room up
Some soon to buck
You get stuck in the room while I bend
Ended it defend all the trip I mend
Trip gives you heavy clip
You rendered with head more tore
Than anything I seen before or since
I trip rinse the brain out lain I shout
Out on the method
To trip everyone in a second
I wreck it
I so cool I shoot pools up
And take a dip this dude is uncut

I get ill as that front you chill on
Till dawn on Meth
Death crept up on your set
I got the flavor bet I stranger to the flame your thrower blow her down
Word around is the sound that bound to town like big city crown
Wear it found to tear it I blare hits out the stereo system
I don’t miss them the gang a victim I dis some gang that bang
On me?  You must be crazy G I got amazing freak the martial arts speak
Your prospects are bleak I show my teeth react seep into cracks I meet
Demand with the brand that land hits
I’m a fan with the sand and command stand the hand fists up
All types of fists my mic this itch I’m too hype I’m sick
I wipe a ass off and twitch I like actually love to stitch up in the cut
That rip comes from truck jewels
Fools pack tools and broken down by the rules I school kids
They lunch money is funny they pass it with gun heat
Now at the Track Meet I back my feet up with bread like I said
I’m a red bloody medley that run free smoking trees curing disease

Kung fu flicks get ill and sometimes torture
Make you wanna chill the ball in your court turn
Learn the lesson
Stop guessin’
Get the step in the rep I’m reppin’
My lethal weapon is me
I plan a G funeral for the funeral home I smoke a bone with the mortician
I a magician with lyrics
I tear up rear the fear up it ain’t luck it’s skill coupled with dollar bill
I’m always chill until I break
Make murder like skate on ice a hamburger
Is all you learned to earned through burn your whole crew up
In the mood and stood good I shouldn’t even be in cement
Right now but someway somehow I have to bow
I could eat a cow a steer bull this with pulled hits
Meat make me twitch
I’m eating tunafish and bananas and plan to run thick with the licks
I trips get it wet it up I read true as truck jewel
You lose your cool in after school brawl
All of ya’ll got the Gang War so stand tall

Down to brown and frown out
All around town I sound profound and the pound for dogs is clogs in the system
I just listen and wrist snap back quiz men on rap
Are you a victim?
Do you get sick in the tricks when they turn do you learn?
A sucka earn burning something frontin’ one thing that gun ring
A single mine with the tingle I rat fink fully to pull heat on undercover on the beat
I complete I rock a seat I shock the geeks
Drunks punks homeless blow chunks when I’m alone I crisp tuck the prone to fisticuffs
I rip stuff up you could tell I’m a bell I sell cuts I strut
Murder motherfuckas what?
My burner increase the double dutch increase the peace as further as such
Each week I stand bleak on the corner servin’ foreigner sacks Meth
For death kept in check flexing best thing about it is I’m always about hit

My phone ringing off the hook I took a look
I’m a good cook I shook the frying pan
Bitches crying and they applying fans that brand label to me stable
I’m ready able and willing to make a killing
Collect shilling I’m billing big on charts parts of clubs get dubbed when I rubbed
I troublesome I from the none you get I don’t sweat I got a AK-47 and a Tech 9
For real I’m about my steel gun rhyme I peel caps and done time
I prime for the run rhyme it stun shut with the ladies?
You must be crazy the way I fade heat I come complete with the pussy
Never mistook a hooker for a butcher to chop up cuts of meat
I greet the sweet thing as the stun goal and I’m King
A flavor fling I like to sing command that thing I sad the ding bell
Try to think I sell my ass like her my raps a blur I cash fast and first place
I ace the track always smoking crack my sack is just fat I laced
I off the map but on it the one you saw flipped I rock my wrist and neck icy make no mistake
I break a fool over cake that’s cool I need to rock a pie no wonder why

That’s the LSD that do that
You could flew on crack but black still till it fill you up on a tab
I on the LSD lab with a dab of Hash Oil
It boil and I toil over flame
Then the LSD came on with the famous song I hit the bong
Fully wrong about it some crews doubt it I rounded up
That’s the LSD in the cut I serve it up
I learned some bucks off the churned burnout
The LSD flow smooth route because the Psychedelic was
What we like kid I smooth bid smoke a lid of grass
On LSD Fast tab or liquid on Water I slaughter
Rip out your particle My dart will fill fully
That’s the LSD bully I null heat off sweet people compete
At track meet with the lab complete
To make LSD for free almost my bomb shit comatose off it
I rock shit with the top lit now that’s Meth half to death
I chalk up LSD with the delivery system for the victim I sick then
When fools stick men with blades it’s made in the shade 9 sprayed
Techs layed down not LSD the crown I write lyrics
That double the jive all I thrive on something alive




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/02/23 07:52 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860047 - 03/28/23 02:30 AM (11 months, 15 days ago)

Let’s see how sexually tortured we can get
A murderous threat still lit up the Tech
For it bled stem from opium den
I rule of men
School is ten O clock
Shock rock up the product
I saw a tucked weapon again
I ain’t steppin’ in

It’s definitely time for drugs
All soldiers thugs
With gold tints make you squint
I slippin’ off Fast to Platinumville again
Releasing venom why tend?
To spread rule with lead
I bust a head

We touch the Psychedelic side of Adrenaline
It’s in the Guar Gum
Tetragonolobus
I thrust my knife into life I see strife
I cut up dice men and mice
I clock ice
I trusted to get it busted Mic up lusted type after
I master a rap third degree

Cut your eye off at the hormone spot
Dot strikes
Bikes up to psycho
Letting lights blow
I might grow some weed
I like Ganja Herb
Word gets it to hit your nerve
I can’t stand a Never Smoked Ganja Nerd

Angelica Gel into Concrete Blocks
Dwell in the housing projects
In the country slums
Country guns slingin’ off country War Drums
The tribe get it live inside the units
I doin’ shit screwin’ reps up
Get you head and duck down
They comin’ for the crown piece
I need a sheet of LSD

Floating unseen in between light beams
With cream I live the dream
Know what I mean?
I like to steam clean off the lean
And smoke green
Dish out the most potent on the scene
What I be in it from it a ton of it
Since I was a kid I float a lid any day
Any play you in the way
I trip out Sun Ray dip out
Do the skip out
Extra heavy extra crispy
Catch a frisbee and ditch heat

Screwing in Techs
Ruining reps
Furthering sets
Full in it to win it with no flex
And make checks I decks
A fool on the poolside
I ruin ride glide
Suicide
Murder inside
Here it hide for the collide
With truck stuck as luck
I got a gun tucked
I soldier must buck
The enemy
It takes ten of me to defeat like
I beat type I hard to wipe
I a murderer on strike
For equal pay and hype

Shooted 5th polluted myth
All La scooted trip
Crew that sip get loot in the sickness
With quickness I light it like Christmas
I get a gift too and rip crew
Dip true as the slick dude
Catching wave certain to behave a certain way
Any certain day you certainly might play with life
I bust a pipe to muster Mic in this
I’m about business I dish it
To list twist up the bitch shit
I missed the lift and then slipped
I got dissed I exist in a sound barrier
To tear your beware of the
Scarier the more the merrier
I the carrier across the border
I sorta do it to true mix
I got a bag of tricks and mind flips
Like Psychedelics

I smoke a bud
Collapse like I'm mud
Squish into ground
Murder those with Meth flows that shows
My Herb grows
I tip toes
I flows to roll it up hold the stuff or you get ejected
Don't pass me no erection stick I budded trip
Stick in the mud with quick busted lip
I serve a fool thick
Man I sick of meth kids
Gettin' they tricks in to stick in
It's the sickening
I practice with the ring to sting a crew sing
La
Trusted HAHA
I mustered the strength to gank
A fool think it's a prank
To share meth
You get beat half to death
I got a rep as a true stoner
And down show no glow worm my murder sperms

Shaolin all down screw your Dao Yin into the ground spin
I been a round shot out the cannon
I sang on the song to the banned in the land then
I commend end it with Ganja relevant
I sell free hits
I mean I trips
I like to flip the stats
Roll through max
All crews act like they got La
But then they bust a jaw
Gangster saw the rank your law
Of the Veteran better than a herb then?
I further send the truth I recommend in the booth
Of Ganja trees
No disease we ease in to release this I ten speed
Bike smoke weed no hype
No bleeding no seeding the clouds with shout out loud

Blaze a joint for not just me
But all the dead homies
In the War on tour with the gang
Hang with clans that ran plans down
Downtown hit those pounds of herb
Much better than a verb an action word
I heard out the church
Burst in to release from within
The sin you see is crazy these days
Busting Sun Rays
I turn Grays Alien
The way my kin relate like hate
I don’t bust with it I smoke weight
I been sober too long
I got a disease that make me sneeze
And all I want is Ganja Trees
I flow real nice in the breeze
But the Weed Herb Ganja
You hang on the bomb for dead calm
Deceased your mom is on I a song
For the women and children too
And all the dead crew

Getting twisted lit
On Mushroom trips
Pack them in to short time
You Mind Fist recline
But on point smoke the joints
You anoint high
Get so in the eye you cry
Go crazy society amaze me
Still to this day G
I get it hazy
Idea
See the field for the real wealth
The health of the people
No more poverty and inequality
I solid country
People are treated like lunchmeat
No hunch be stronger than on the Ganja Weed
I smoke a seedless Variety Fest
I suggest getting a lot of kinds
To see a lot of minds
Get entwined in the rhythm
You forgiven of your sins
You had to be core martial to relieve your harsh view
Ganja and Shrooms

Servin’ on tre eight deuce
Murder loosely a truce be
In deck murder check all the hectic
Set trip
This bet thick
For the step with
C-walk show a hawk
To a glock you get stopped
Checked fully wrecked
A crew that trip set
On the Mexicans
Ganja weed set you then
All the crew is real men
Peel when the feeling end
To the stealing get healing
Glued to the ceiling
All G ring till the P bring it
For wing hit the difference
Is martial technique in the arts
I pull apart a sucka

Who do you think you are?
Servin’ below par with the golf club
Murder snub nose whip you with the 38
Get it straight we don’t date
We get it in crates and barrels
We beware of tear to pieces
Each release is breeze
Murder a sneeze
Bust this with reefer business
Ganja Christmas
Further the distance
The more you with this
I get it to slip through cut
Glorify but I horrify so duck down
Fully rounds shot off
The boss toss you to the ground
And lock you
Until the cops come and stop you
Arrest you
Excessive force for the rest of crew

I like to chill on some Ganja
And drain my energy relaxed through my root to circulate
Set it straight
Straight meditation
No relation to martial art you see or be
Advanced high tech
Gain respect from the Eternal
Internal
All infernal blaze for days
If you don’t have Ganja you don’t have a chance it belongs here
I got a strong cross to bear
I’m crippled
I seek slip through my root canal
Gots my shit down
In the tank I sank my rank high
Crews get murdered why?
They serve further and further hard trying to win the fight and dying
From the hard styling my mind grew wings and sighing relief
About Ganja legalization across the Nation and World




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/29/23 03:37 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860064 - 04/01/23 05:44 AM (11 months, 11 days ago)

I’ve got 18 million, 9 ring sword hands
Turn a Billion units
Screw in the turn and fluid flip union you learn
I have a perm product that shock
I rock a stock style
Profile mind intent on bent while
I invent
The recline on the mind
Fighting nothing of the sort
For sport if you want brain contort
Too much blood for the mud captures thugs
They love that shit
Mostly to watch on television
I made an incision to envision the prison most in
I lost then to spoking the hub for the rub in the club
I dub a lost cause to pause
I rap laws like jaws clenched
The stench of violence carries through the air
I stare back at the beware of fact
I max rock the tax for sacks of Ganja
It get yah on yah
Turn into a blur off the heard out
WIth Psilocybin no doubt
People shout out to the founders of styles for miles
Everyone makes their own style and way
It’s best to convey the message with less thick
The beverage that river fed
The triggers fled

Trump got caught
A sought after criminal
I can't think of a line of bull
That will save anyone's skull and bones
In his position prone
All alone in Solitary
Is scary for an old man
Wearing a MAGA hat
Long after the fact

Small Frame
Cocaine wing tips
Sought after fits a masterful type
I try to be real and not hype
I psyched up to fight at any time
By remaining peaceful
While I’m deceased
Pull off a line and smoke a joint
My crew will be on point
Anoint me
Ointment on my head that’s fed
I like to gloss the boss
Off the red rap blood stain on the map
I pool of tacks and max
I like cocaine for wing tip medicine
It led to better than great
In the later days my rhyme stays spinning plates
Finishing hate
A whole crew make
A judgement
Based on Punishing Blows
And stun a person who knows
How far they will go?
I like Cocaine flow!
I accept grams or even Kilos!
How much I don’t really know how to blow
Just smoke crack, rush, and feel the impact
A semi-psychedelic a relic of our culture
I have impulse to do blow!

All cool chill
Smooth skill
Still never ill and kill
Like a power drill
That rhyme until the dawn’s early light
Let’s fight about it
Round it down so a clown could have more now and later
Hate your rude behavior major league
Fatigued by the legion of doom
Spare a cartoon character
I married a blur of a lady
I’m crazy
I get it in the Haze some for days with the gas station
I relate to the phase that plays out on the location
It’s the sensation
You bet inflation is worse than they claim
Like they claim set bet
You in the way of the Tech 9 and AK-47 line for line
I blind as a bat
Off ring that I school like Mac 10
Teach the lesson then and I render all assaults heard
Around the land brand label
Anyone capable of killing is illing
I chilling in the lab taking stabs at the fabrication of reality
My challenge be the Shaolin then be like that hard attack
In the stack I lack a track for rhymes to come back
Always sacked up bagged like Lucky Charms on the farms
That Foster Alarms
I pull up and shoot up barns in Compton

Magic Mushrooms are evil
The friend of your ends you make in the bend displayed off the way
I stay a never spray my gat lay down growing in flavor around thing I savor
I major league with the beads of sweat dripping down my neck
Soaking my shirt work that hurt
I murk all fools who tool is in the fuel for rule in the quickness
A bitch lift you up to nip and tuck
But you out of luck to get stuck
Rhymes I pluck crimes and shuck the oyster gun minds in binds that rewind
All analog lost in fog that bog down
You could shoot a round and not bound like the crown I ripe for noun that type of thing
Word I sing curve the sting off hinge set you wet for sure bet
To lure sets into sex for they X off the dead cost of lives is no jive

I rein indeed with it to fully skip trick thickness in the head that bled
Cried tears shed for all the dead
Lead sprayed out spread out and laid men to rest
The best way to die is in the eye On Psychedelics give them a try
I high on Life my mind is strife stricken in the kitchen
I wish in the listen to this kid rip shit up
Flip a duck pluck a sucka ass and hit the gas
Fast at last make a dash to door poor for what’s in store to the core
I rip roar on tour with the War I got a born Saga I’m on yah
The bomber stay calmer through drama Yo momma!
My lawn chair fair to float in midair I stare at a farewell
I dare dwell in hell with the careful glare fully bully
I sulk and bulk on steroid get annoyed when toys slid in
Boys to men
Then more on your end to send it out shout out
I route no doubt word of mouth is the how trip spread
I dead in the head from my intake with no mistake
Of the mushrooms and bake on Ganja consume

Ganja is a good start for a martial artist
Your hard fist soften Silat and Escrima here
With Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi
I'm beyond and into Chi
I sold for free cold cuts to shut out
All the Suckas no doubt
Word of mouth led to the spread threw the head blew blown
All shown in the zone on blade tracks
Stacked with Maximum
Relax and sum
The Veteran I better men dwelling seed with speed like extra thin
My lesson is to bless in
Get the fresh ends I lend a coin to the man in need
I don't use the fuse that lit Methamphetamine
I gleam and a sucka ass dream
I clean up the truck for stuck in the mud
All I rap is blood steady heady and ready
For the dead heat to come unseat the defeat of the boss was the loss

I mastered the Psychedelic testing spirits
This time sweet carrots I dare you too bet to stare death in the eye!
Ask me why?  I need to get high
I sucka cry but I slide right by with my wet dry vacuum cleaner steamer on fresh
I suggest you rap regress on the test for I to bless your tribe in the jungle
Bungle up the rumble for something from it to become nothing
I wing it I sing it to bring it the thing lit I don’t quit a fool get thick bullshit
Layed on by Crips and Bloods all thugs rubber does a trouble up to double up
I stumble fumble ball when all I got was shot up against the wall
I solved the crime with rhyme each and every time like green slime
I drop a dime on the mindset that flex all speed freaks with Techs bleak
Existence I list twist on the diagram the show slam!  Jam and ran there
Be there or be square!

You dump your lump slump your chump for the funk to get it there
I let it flare up to beware of the truck jewels
Tools and lost cool is for fools I rule I take you to school
You drool for food and soon in it to begin with bong rips I flips the static
Automatic it’s tragic I get the fast hits to put you to bed instead
I bled service a fool fed nervous with the tool and sped off in the truck
A sucka duck the pluck him or her and buck mi amor I roar like lion
Try in the fly to spot an eye I die and don’t care why I’m fly
I got a guy tied up right now service with the pow all allowed to scour
The Earth burst a lung work in the slum for just begun to spread medicine
Let everyone win by smoking Ganja and then get on your Psilocybin
It’s a win win

Wu locks always shock like stocks dropped all of a sudden
Get your cut in the lovin’ to hit mix with trip on the sick for a quick fix
To problems I solve revolve a puzzle with a rubble laden wasteland that stand
Brand demand for the planned like bar code scanned I reach land
Underhand the sand dunes of desert like treasure the sector was infected
I reflected long on the song for the strong to be weary
Don’t scare G and live peacefully
Tai Chi
A murderer flee and see the details of failures in his life like a knife stuck in
A sucka that sin is a school yard villain
I always chillin’ and never bill in the sent invent to children spent in the ghetto
Let’s let flow take control of the foretold bold move to hold food and
Crew then soon to send a message to the ex-trippers who still deadhead

When I puff a Ganja Bud I drag a name through the mud that means blood
Suffer luck tour the World all squirreled I hurled up my guts
Servin’ cuts in the word up murder tuck the weapon with the step into the arena
Boy you shoulda seen a fool do with his tool what I saw drop a jaw
All law should prevent this tragedy again I hock up phlegm
I recommend I write instead to fight biters who lyrically tend to bite my words
I pretend to not notice the focus is on the dopest of heads the most in instead
I fed punishment I stun to set prevent the adventure that you censor
I quench more thirst than guts that burst like the overhead said that
I’m a red cat like but instead attract the slugs from guns
Murder hundreds in numbers before slumbers comfort tours in War
The score is poor to rip roar on the all four walking talking dog I’m knocking

With braided hair I tear
Crews get blown off maps with raps
Perhaps the stack I got rock
I stick it in for the top sitting on it to Glock
The nonstop guns
Turn a stack of ones into hundreds
With fun lit the subject
I rub it
A brain stain in the lane please refrain
From shooting people as best you can
The plan is savage to ravage
Do damage and ask for a kiss back
Will to attack the fact is
Tricks pick up sticks and lack biz savvy
They ram heat up the ass real fast track meet
With the mask on till dawn yo it’s on
I smoke a bong and prolong the song
I got gone throw it in a work with spin along
Shot up the fond of the wrong dub
In the club I suffer such as the rub
You get it pistol whipped thug
It’s a trip

Servin’ the lick with behavioral problems slip into oblivion with the sun shining
Blinding the climb in the time and the rhyme bent sent it to lend it out
Dead crews no doubt run about with the head cut off tossed up
Product shot up with the lottery I duck the got to be truck sucka ass G
I behave melodically rocked and free stop and see the flock you flee from
The lead stun the breed become the steed that some ride on to glide long
I throw up bong hits all the time it fold in your prime to smoke a dime
I recline unwind stop on the soft spot to top it to cop it the pounds and kilos
Bleed real slow in the tip toe to skid row with the bid grown into flip flown
The flip phone is obsolete I compete on the street to meet the demand
My demon seed land the brand Methamphetamine and Steroid
A cocktail Gold beware and avoid the deadly steadily climbing up readily

Don’t mess with someone’s trip boss
You get hip tossed like lip gloss
I rip raw and saw the devil
Several years ago I was a rebel
I did instead pull a dead skull
Reveal to the World how curled up
Dragon stock shot up with Ganja Product
Mushrooms and stun soon as bet
I through with the Tech
With a Mac 10 I relax then
A trip when I invent the cent that went out
To all crews don’t choose someone else’s path
Made it in math I task for the asking price
Cut through Ganja twice
I need many times more plus I score trip
To dip is to flip I skip hop and jump
I pump it up service the truck for luck
I duck under tucked steppin’ with weapon
Jet out head down a round shot off
I cough and say yep you cost a lot
You kill without a thought







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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860074 - 04/03/23 09:43 PM (11 months, 9 days ago)

It’s the Chi of the herb
And word!  You heard it right here
Chi is infinitely complex
A rhyme that use sex like
I try a nexus of Chi
To relieve bad energy
With the tree Ganja Weed
Herb
You heard it here first
Mushrooms shoot your Chi into outer space
Hard to describe
They get it live
I thrive on my practice
I seek to help
Some yell in pain
I hear it all day
In the way are blockages and clogged up vessels
I restlessly tirelessly admire Chinese Medicine
I sent a letter to a friend
I intend to visit and relieve the energy deficiency and excess
Balance
The challenge is to heal completely
Defeat is not an option
Herbs are on my top ten
Acupuncture rates high
My martial art is number one on the chart!
Once you can relax, root and circulate
You are straight to learn basic Gong Fu
Feel the weight in your hands
As you build Chi!

It’s chill to try different herbal teas
Breeze on the dead stack throw back
To the 60s
When Psychedelics became a mania
A brain to yah use it to choose fit
Fluid do it to it
Don’t screw it up or you might cut yourself handling blades
Further in the days your Chi stays lit up
You truck rope when you smoke some Ganja tokes
Drink ephedra
Many herbs will send yah
I love trying all the different herbs and suggested formulas
Born to get torn and with no warning storm the stage
Show my Wushu in a page taken out of the maze of knowledge
The puzzle solved in the martial fog
Plus medicinal I chill and flow slow with the grown core

Yo step off
Homies is fly and you dead soft
Bake and the raw cost
I sawed off shotgun
Flex make checks
In the past I blasted
Great on a plate to eat up straight
Flow fluid to do it
The truth hurts in iron shirts
Coming after you to rap your crew up
Casserole was a task to pull off last night during the fight with your girl
Collapse from fatigue a quick reminder of behind yourself
Homies crept up
With the gats
You can’t last past the discharge of lead to the head
In the back of the head
Hold you down and do you
It’s true
You totally screwed
End of your life
I clock an icy rope

I teach a torture method
Broken down into section
I make the connection
See reflection of myself in the blade
Hard I slayed MCs
Blaze this cheese
Way I dead freeze up
Oh please cut it up
Need to knucklehead
Calling me Fred
While I’m red bloody
Get the money
Sunny
You funny
I just blow gun heat
At the sweet
They bow to meet me
Nice to greet G
I jump out my seat
A fleeting glance
At the martial dance
Avalanche

Get your left out Oh can’t you see
To check with the gunfire
I retire smoke weed
Don’t need no flak coming back from Gangster Rap
I clacked a fool who dropped his tool
Punk ass mark trick sit on stool
It’s uncool to hang with a fool
I don’t use tools I choose to fluid rip crew hit em up
Sit you stuck
Earn a buck off the chucks I serve cluck fiends
We in this
To speed and to a G isn’t it?
Blow the Cocaine smoke
Freebase
Get caught in the chase and you ace
Drop LSD after mushrooms a splash in the tombs of much too soon
I doctor doom
You consume the flesh to take a second and check it

Let’s all enjoy Tai Chi and drugs together
Together at last
Coming fast with the drugs in the stash a fat sack of buds
I chug a Almond Shake and bake on sacred smoke I toke
I go for broke
I broke in and and sold the pot then I got shot by ten masked men
An aerial assault left a cult of doom worshippers to serve doom further than soon
In the room was a bunch of prostitutes making pornos
I was born in the program with the show that slam
I jam a man up with Tai Chi technique
I speak bleak of the teacher that eat your brains with no explanation
I went on vacation and had foreign relations
With secret government
They lovin’ it when I write rhymes that incite lines of blow to get snorted
I sort of want cocaine
I need the cocaine for the insane

I smoke a dub sack up in the air with smoke blowing then again and again
And again
My friends and I all blow buds
We cut the shrubs and love our Ganja
Our momma said we the best farmers
She ever tasted the product of be darned
I charmed the log splitting wood chipping lumberjack man
Into soaking in the Sun and brokering my buds at the jam
The fiddle was in the middle
Lumberjack serving sacks of pot
No one got shot or anything on any wing of Martial Art
I cold charted retarded with the furthest out margin
I got a card carrying Muslim born Jew in the stew
Shooting rockets at the jock itch with aim and stock with the flame
Murder him with the cane
That’s all I can explain as a Zen Master I maintain

I hit the life force with internal styles of martial arts
I shake and baked a lot on meth make no mistake
It break downs all around with the pound the lounge never now on adrenal
I don’t like a penal colony either
The vibe is liver but to thrive I like Ganja
I done both so I soaped up rope cut on the broke strut street
Come with each defeat what teacher teach I reach on legal herbal
I read crew infernal that burn slow and do all that we know like blow
I show the fold rolled cold sold Ganja and folded all the calm there
I bomb fair just to maintain air I get a glare
I stare back and jack and that’s a fact
I rhyme rapped I sapped the strength gank and tank force of course
I short the sport for contorted I distorted all aborted to the score shit
I each or or fit the more I get the sweat come from the steps I done
Here I come with the weapon

I come with the black hand
All gang slang dropped that you can’t hang clocked over the brain
If you got one you shot sun I rock done off the lung cough for pot smoke
We all love to toke and it shows
Pot is mellow and I glow hold the soul in control
WIth the told this I hold my right fist with my left palm
To show all who calm who bomb and who got the bomb
So yo it’s on when I see a punk bitch
I switch up and fix the wagon stuck in the dragon
I tagged on walls lean on brawls up with knives crawls and psych
The doll is up the call I install a wall between us
The meanest son of a bitch you got to beam to get rich
I sick a hitch to dip with I trick a fool uncool and rule his school
I think a fool is a tool for who fuel to the core sit on stool
Snitch bitch can’t see shit and lit
I split the scene head back to the crib and dream of lean again

Shrooms with the battle axe
Shrooms get your rattle waxed
Fully hacked up chopped and rocked trips that stop rips and tears so beware
I stare a straight edge down at the crown head
I dead head it up and said awe struck
You out of luck
Fiend and I buck
Lean and I truck
For a team that tuck the Glock pull it pop you went I sent it to lent it out
Lease rent fully vent the invention with the mind in detention
I ascend the stairway to God
Pull the job off and the law is all struck by the awe with jaw drop
I did some major weight and break like a wave
I don’t cave
The more you slave brave and brand labeled the more cable you got
I like to smoke pot on a trip
And coming down take a sip
Pass it around
You got ground to take
Make no mistake on shrooms

I went on a lot of bombing runs
Hit tons of drugs up
The sucker sucked
I got the luck with the twist and plus I roll the wrist with weapons
I set in
They dead end
Ain’t no friend
I end the relationship
On a spaceship
I state that I rip in all the time
In all the mind I got
I shoot the shot
Loot your rot forgot the pot smoke
I took so many tokes I smoked all
Of it up as such as they bust I cussed you out
Fully routed
Come about it
I rounded up the corners
No rap coroner gonna body bag me
Unless I run free with the firearm
You won’t catch me with my latch loose
To get it light fuse with the pay dues
On the crew it’s true yo

Life is something to laugh with
A barrel of monkeys
You could smoke Ganja Weed
Drink some brews
Hit up shrooms you into mind fist solvent if you revolve it
Hit the wall hit spit your shit and grit
Mix the fix up with lips puckered I chucked heard the news and ducked birds
Word out the coup boss a crew tossed some shit into lit
I threw a fit and say why’d you do that?
Is you a ruling fat cat drooling on the attack with some clack?
Bitch you sound whack
I’m not black or white
I’m skin colored I hit the lungs heard with Ganja tokes and that’s word up folks
Choked on that shit broke and a bit smoke a few more hits and broke through
To the other side
I ride the glide from Psilocybin I slide
Mind Fist inside internal

I keep my clip so tight
It’s like I fight frightening with inciting wing tips in flight with insight
All raps giant strides in rides forward
I toward the more pour victim to stick them if they not got the shit
I top hit the sock flip talk of the town turned brown went down the tubes
Lubes used was Astroglide I fully ride in shit my mind so thick I trick
A bitch into thinking I’m lit and that’s it
I lit the wick throw the bomb hit so calm I split to hit the John
Lavatory savage story been to be in born heat complete with feats of strength
Any length you go to won’t show through I roll your crew for rudeness
My fluid fist enlisted on the mission
I show position in this War to score before I core to it
True it dat max stack with the whack in acts of sex and flex
I check the set they got I smoke pot and shot up on raw product
That rock the spot when I talk tough I soften it up
I chalk the blow dust trust that



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/07/23 04:18 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860090 - 04/08/23 02:19 PM (11 months, 4 days ago)

Clack the energy was Tai Chi with amphetamine
Meth led the lean on step to test the mic check 1,2,3
Rappers be Xd out I read a red route to the said shout outs
Fully cleansed lens to defend the Tao you bow
Seen it how I run rhyme how I gun crime allow
Gangs to run rampant
Just by chance flex and then you next sampling
Clamping onto the wrong crew with what’s happening?
Slap the thing up to rung duck stuck in your luck
Fully truck a sucker tucked a weapon on himself
I shot long the tend to often soften the blend
With defense I whence it came aim for the brain
A lane switched weak crews hitched to it
All the fluid ruin who rude in to flew end the blew head
Brains out leaking said route is freaking instead about the keeping
The Tech speaking

Bomb buds not the wrong cuss words that shirt you got needs work
I work a shirt that’s speedy dirty and need be I speed see
I can’t find no weed
So I bust the Methamphetamine
Weed is too expensive
I get the extension credits to dent with some lead flow from the gun blow
From head to toe I’m about it how I roll
I don’t need no stinky skunk for punk rap
I just stack Meth on top of Meth to feel the energy is to see keen
Into who be in the lead lane
Bump a sucka’s car off the road and explode with the bomb
I’m so on the set with my Tech 9 I have to rep with the rhyme
I got a dime sack now I happen to act like I act
I Max in the hood what’s good?
Should I hard to come by sun dry?
Damn these buds is fly
I don’t know why I ever tried meth!
I get the 10 dollars an O Dragon Breath to step with now
My magic crept up and that’s something we allow in the shout out from Death
I slept on too long the Ganja
It’s what everyone need and Psilocybin indeed
Make sure you smoke your weed!

We like gang banging
Real sets that shoot you dead in the end is how it end that’s how it sent and went
I bent release the drew through lent fuel to the scheme on the team with Gangster lean
What you fiend for cream?
I found it and down set fully rep it to jet with I accept stitch from the bitches
I clip this off and said you soft
I so hard on guard I garden don’t remember how far the set went far then exempt
From blood in the mud I cuss your crew to the drug that grew in my backyard
I got charred by the flame murder maim what became of the gun one in the same
I get crews done hang with spun dudes who new to see isn’t fluid to hang in the gang with
I rang hits off the slang mince words with dank herb murder over it the soldier spit
Fold your shit up I written the lesson my profession I testin’?  Never that just fresh when
There’s no second guessin’ I let the Tech ring

Step to the rep through the best grew their own in the zone
The garden was a major part of the art
It’s nice to have a grow
Indoor or Outdoor
I love the Sun
Begun to spun now
With the service wow!
Like how you do that?  They allow crews to set?
Never that I just cold kept the next truck coming
Gunning for the crown come down with Ganja all around
I like the sound of the pound when you threw it a round gone through it
The bulletproof to screw with the loose lid
I shoot the bid and further slid in with the skid
I got a lot of Pot
I seen the hot heat on the defeat
I rock the sheet of LSD in my next Psychedelic Dream
Like full steam
Get Mescaline and smoke DMT
Try it for free the trip diet and I ski on snow
Go below zero
The hero that still blow slow

I’m zippy on water got the cold shoulder to go shorter from injury
I binge watch the grand jury testimony given for Trump in prison
I sit in the kitchen with the dish in my hand and brand
I crew the land that and off it to soften with do dish soap broke the coat with smoke
Of pot you got shot I heard and damn that’s word I burned crews with words slew
I gone drew a cannon I ran for the ends I don’t pretend to accept the flex
Most people ill on reflex need to chill
I got the hundred dollar bills and feel that the wheel keep on turning
The man learning and girl heat rang with the stang clip spit from the lip
I still and stay lit I don’t quit
My glow is impossible to control I don’t fold
I got ahold of the fuel that school you
I rude to crews who didn’t pay dues
Some act like fools completely
Don’t like a seat free at the table
I’m willing and able to dish up for the label to stick up with fat cable that maple leaf
Is at it to teach the Pot smoking habit and growing with everyone knowing
Indica and Sativa flowing with the toe ring a nice touch

I got a ticket to stick it to a crew that do that shit
Fluid flip always clip dip in the ride
Coastin’ float in the thing hoping my swing gets it the thing
Is potent I flow seven digit stay frigid cold
With the light on this rolled
Behold!  All told I got bold hit it up Gold Platinum
Still stackin’ some relax you in the new world order
Grinnin’ soldier that told you that yo
Skittle Skat bro we rap low from below the Ganja grow
Sittin’ in it till mo’
Come under control of the mob the job
Fully dogged I rap a law did I scrawl shit on wall
Service all who ruin and that’s all stick with glue in

Grill ice
The snow fell
All born in the well water
Got top to score
For floor hit the War up
I torn struck the whore cut
I born to but I scorn through
The Lord rule
All it’s cool I sit in a pool
I don’t go to school
Except for left end
Disturbed heard you blend
Words I recommend you first
To the flow’s end
I show red
I glow till I’m dead
Soldier bread broke
No joke just dope
Smoking cocaine
Grill ice

Why you ain’t from the street?
You busted back beat
Flipped the latch made a dash for cash and cashed out fast
I fast to rascal a fast pull the hassle my masterful word blurred all heard
33rd and that’s murder I serve a fool curve your school give it rule
All crews drool and fool around murder pounds of dope just lounge and smoke
I don’t provoke I wrote how I voted I sold it I fed shit up
Stick the lid tucked on any cluck causing ruckus
I mustered the buster you hear didn’t serve game but come and claim set
Like it’s no bet fear
I’m from Los Angeles land of the gangs you rinse your hands to bang all clean
Sold you with the gangster lean a gangster dream of the main mean the thing stain blood red
Murder to the feds is the further deuce on who this bled 
A bloody mess
Protest the freshness I kept bitches back in class so I could serve that ass
I plastered I last heard of the bird on some dirt shit I work fifth in the strip a weapon
You could bet I roll up to gold and sold crept in with a hand to end this
I flow slow and control all soul I’m 44

I like to stretch out on the street
So I could kick a fool in the head
I spread cable to pull a fully
I Glock it I stop with the weaponry only if it’s illegal see
I text a G
Told him to roll when he come up with some Ganja Buds
I love to smoke a Bud
I’ve been in the mud too long 20 years
No bong hits rip fears of long rest I don’t test
I grew Mexican stress in my closet
Green and Seedless Super hardy
Crossed it with bag seed Indie
That’s Indica I been a flower grower ever since I known yah
I’m a stoner by trade
A meth head stayed with the blade and got it fade
I made with the guns
I service from to curve this
One

Learn to play then I’ll play swords with you
Rap crews lost
I tossed everyone to the side
Who wasn’t inside internal
All burn slow the blades make a hole or chop a skull
I dull on my set I murder threat
Bet that I left hat on the rack to step back
My Tech 9 is handy and intact I cracked a little
I need those candy skittles
I like a riddle I in the middle of the chaos
Between beyond the boss I ski on
I lead dawn to come
I sum from some drugs
Pull the plugs on all the thugs
That’s murder one they talk
Stalk with no warning you in the pouring rain
A blood stain from shaky aim with the gun

All I need is to dry out on Cash!
I found the Fast Cash
I turn Blue and kick back
I stack more than anyone else who seeks the wealth
But doesn’t have Cream
Rock this lean on topics with steam
I hot shit and dream of the stop it kid
I flipped a kid’s lid and served him a bid
They fans of MMA for life and every day
Murder in the way

I like to smoke all strains of pot
I got hot on shroom hunting in Washington
Tried variety
Don’t lie to me
The Psilocybin is different G
I pick the deep forest wild mushroom
My favorite
To flavor it
I take hit after hit of Ganja or Meth
I beat a fool to death with a baseball bat
When I step they crept up to stuck me
With knife my life became Martial Art when I was 15 YO
I sold a scolded man to run the program
Started learning and
Became magnificent
I rap different than other crews I so bent on the school of Ganja


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/10/23 07:09 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860103 - 04/12/23 01:30 PM (11 months, 10 hours ago)

The stench of the kitchen
Brain bladed stayed in the stain red
A bloody mess I profess still how to not get stabbed and ill
I liken to kill nil is what you get when you sweat the rep I step
Into the stew a witch’s brew of the soon to expire might hire the fire inside to ride
I on a collide with the mind of sum run done the from it gun twitch trigger missed
The target I market to the hard to set farther you bet edit the mechanism is prison
Or listen I envision I mission is to fly high and glisten in the sky
Burn like the Sun number one and soon someone off the run for the office
It’s soft flex to law bet you all hectic to mess with the place that stays in the braided hair fade
Cut the shut want that front?  You get sunk dunked on and punked long
I from the lawn mown show crisp Ganja hits good with sickness lie should
I begin to sit in this old wood chair in the air in the country fair and plenty
To marry the air heated I defeated the be with the G thick in the creep
What seep into been through that rollin’ fat soldier stack the maximum
Back in the sun ask you number one most asked question I sex trip
Like a Mexican I reflex to enter the country
Most lunch be a hunch I got is to stick with the pot Ganja Herb word

I’ve had cash for five years
They won’t let me touch you
Tears roll down my eyeballs
Lit the charts towers
I’ve got 400 Waters
I slaughters anyone who come with a gun to bully someone
I done I hit the lung trip corrupt for sum that slip
Shoot and you miss you always get dissed
Crossed out murder route serve em mouth kept runnin’ down the clock to talk gunnin’
With the fully loaded Glock I service chalk screech chalk dust is each topic
On the street you could cop it if I stop hit the rock sweat the botched threat
I expect to flow set murder jet up the block in cocked the steel for real
I knife up Mike truck murder plucked further luck will struck strike cause I’m Mike how I feel?
I ice up in the chain murder in the lane a brain further than insane the way in
Sick a trick so slick magic had to bag it to mag hit the tragic tip I baggage fix the wagon sip
Dragon my added end to the meaning of beaming I rein the heat did slid like beacon
You seekin’ I reekin’ of the Ganja creepin’ don’t worry I gone and burned heat
The teacher on this sheet of LSD I light chemically to set you free

I light the scene on methamphetamine
A meth dream some might see like cream so I lean
I got a rare gene I rein the stab you up crab sucker duck
Murder pluck in the way you suck this till I slay
To rush hits no delay I must twist up a J again
The way I spin I relate to the sin I see
I might G up the P duck from it I run it
The gun hit the public they love it I a ton of thick lyric
I sear it to fear flip the tear dripped I merely a tripper
Set like I grip your firearm I chuck an alarm signal up so everyone duck
I got the luck for what stuck you get the meth out the head until I dead
From what I said I bled  bloody mess murder must confess
I got to serve word up the 33rd come with in gun twitch finger on the trigger
I’m much bigger than death I seen a step to left the creek up to speak as such
I reek of the touch to free the clutches off the sucka coughed and choked
Broken a toke when they soak in it to win it like the Dutch Did
Legalize Cannabis

I throw a dug up rubber flip the subject to murder hits with Techs
Bled head they turn red and turn dead a murderer said he federal
The rest will pull trigger bigger than a big swig off a glass for big wig
Smoke the grass flip a lid I hope Germany passes
The last of it medically to set it free eventually everyone will see
Like I be I the type the G up the P threat when I step I leapt the flex on you
Wrongdoing who in the hell is murdering swell that fat stack of cash
Murder ash up the class to sack the quarterback fast with the whiplash
The stash was huge in a mood to fuel the few bid slid ruin it intend
To screw it up royally all boil water I caught your daughter in the water
Again till I end this madness it gets tragic the flagship fighter jet lighter set
War in the brain murder down the lane for how it came to flame up a J then
In the way end the plain intent to vent murder is how it went I curve your swerve
They 33rd and heard water word up

I went on a two year meth run lookin’ for pot by the end I flow shocked gun threat a murder rep the step you take I bake on Psychedelic mushroom I hunt dip a spoon in the fluid to flew it I rule bit the toolkit off a new hit a cinch the stench that bled a mind dry with the eye in this whence I high on meth and hate it I got it faded I bladed the way I did it I rip hits and trip flip the duck tucked a weapon on him the long intend to end life murder like that rollin’ cat max on the taxes he relaxes and ass up it’s the past in the cut with the strut the stuff and bluff like something tough and rugged just cause he drugged I hug sets I wets the license to dice it up twice then a third I blurred murder curved the word up was structured height been growing showing low ring rung on the ladder the cat sat getting fatter what’s the matter your data show a natural hormone growth supposed it’s case closed on the lake of fire froze my toes freeze up as I ease in the cut the shut the place up in disgrace they laced with murder it’s the case I smoked some freebase cocaine and hit the murder lane I abstain

I flip a 40 day Water and hit up the drug kingpin
Relax it’s all how some begin the study
Psychedelic muddy the water relic
Get you plenty of drugs
Be in the country where something to see is nothing to flee from
Just begun to pay heed to the drum
Murder become of what serve further than one
I rung a gun and stung
I bun bake make it mistake to take it getting faded off the craziest
Law that set
Bet you wet up do some drugs
What kind of drugs?
My mind behind like thugs in the wind behind spraying slugs
I stop on a dime and can’t recline in this Warfare
The more scared you got you shot up adrenaline
Been better than the rest take it to the chest and don’t test
A Murder flex the further rest given the children who killed then
It’s in my Will then and Testament the rest spent on this invention I sent in
No question I best on the dragon grass with a big fist and weapon to the task
I bask in the Sun with a gun that’s real and feel the healing of Tai Chi
The Royal Fam flow with the Bam Pow Pop nonstop

The high dose mushroom trip makes you fearless
You hear hit it up you struck by luck if you found it to ground with
I bound to flip I doubt any clip a sound through the rip I grip tight around mind
Rewind the crime is peddling dimes and nicks I twist reefer is a teacher I like each
Either or neither nor hard drugs I murdered thugs backwards in a sack towards victory
Heading sickening see to lit the free I be in the style while I lead child I bleed filed away
Stay in the playpen I cause mayhem when I walk down the street compete with reach
In the trip a crowd is thick dispersed run cursed popped pulled up shocked flocks of peeps
I quit training against the grain and quit blowing glass cause my ass would keep smoking and training
I’m braining the stain in it blood through the mud a rub a club up suffer puncture wounds
Too soon to tell if hell will rebel and I elevate set it straight these trips are definitely great
Just don’t overdo it the fluid you screw in ten minutes of fame with flame one in the same

Fighting is pure sickness
With quickness I lit this
I might kill crisp
But until 5th I plead
Rock a G coat and float
I soak on tokes of Weed Ganja Smoke
I’m loced crazy
Violence doesn’t phase me
I fought a War and tore to the core
All you can’t ignore to score
On the drug scene
Murder lean on some Cream to dream
I might beam sight unseen
I get it clean to steam Gold and chill fold bold out
The holdouts
Can’t stop fighting
I’m writing this with my sight twisted like a rich kid
I hit cigarettes laced with meth
Until I’m sick of death
I step until I crept
Murdered
All thoughts unheard of in the bird cage
Each age turns a new page
Still the masters must be brave

Take the poison out
Your crop drip the soil like aluminum foil
All plants Royal
I toil away in the lab taking stabs at cuts
Too much Water but I thought your caught yours off guard
I go hard and disbarred the market price is twice as high I sigh
I ask Y I got a task they fly in the clasp rely on facts straight
Set a date to skate on it’s late and I’m gone I prolong
Fate has me strong to date I go bonkers and soft serve the ice cream
I dream of Genie I repeat be a fleeting case of laced
In disgrace you tasted it the face get lift
Missed the place in the spaceship I take off in to begin with
Alien
No brain slow when I tame toe bend
I defend hits and clips I go to bed dreaming of trips
I take sips more than twist turn in life like a knife I clock dice shot
My rice rot in the ice caught after the sought after Gold and Platinum
With precious stones all I release is Grow Ganja Clones

You could drag a name through the mud of the reject
Who needs to repeat that toking Ganja Smoking
I broke in the hope is to distance from the business side
Make it free and see the benefit
A lot of kids sending death threats with Techs and martial art
It’s smart to start with Cannabis
I market myself as a harp playing staying up late rap skater say later
If you haven’t instated the way it slid with Cannabis man it’s just a bust
Not to have it a drug best till the habit I grab it
You could end up tragic without trips
Not too much but as such as they rush crush cold
Psilocybin Platinum with the Gold and gemstones
Lead to prone to phone call
Bullet all the talk on Glock some backward thinking
The square pegs stinking

The hippies were cold in the game
What’s this name I keep hearing?
Steering dead on with head strong
The Tech gone in the head and flesh
Down from my neck I check
I respect the X mark chalk suit fully parked up in the dark
Bark at a fool you ain’t lived in Seattle with the rattle tail shake
Make a mistake half baked I raked some strange herbs
Highs that rise in disguise as I applies the insight
Been frightened MCs too light in this with a twist
A sucka got dissed
Fool lit back sold crack molded the map without enough gas I fast
I like a task on Water your daughter had premarital sex
I flexed on a fool once he wasn’t cool
I tried to dunk his donut to prove a point and shown it
Gangbanger with the hanger coat wire in the throat
I vote to end gang banging all rang in the hang in there homie

Sex trip I’m a sex fiend until I clean up with the ready in flux the function
I make assumption about sex and you under arrest for cutting red blood
Murder what?
Shaolin strut I eat em up
I lead in tucked with the fucked up much love to all the dubs out there
A player who stay fair in analysis it’s a challenge to not get sweated
All I betted is a death threat from the flex range in strange on a page
Stare back at me I wraps up G with the feed
I night breed I like a seed to sew lead with the flow pay heed there bro
All murder comes slow you bleed below and above you got no glove
I show you a rub I dub off almost everyone with two guns
I Sun I strum a lung done up with buds and mushrooms
I need Peyote my dad told me but he didn’t hold heat
I bold defeat basically everyone I lead the come forward
I more burned than I curved even I see in the game everything I explain

I drag the spot practice a snake fist
I make dissed crews on the list for tools
I rip into cool kids who flips I take sips
I clip a sucker set his check the wreck in a much earned
Best burned all churned out serve a murder route
I shout out to the 5 and stay live
I talk jive and cold thrive on the blindness I suffer from from guns
A brother rung on me so I hung with Gold and Platinum
That’s all you need with heat
I win at the track meet
Take back seat
You fleeting I’m defeating crews who bruise up
Fluid screw up the two cut in the mood but
I shoe in to win I clock a pigeon fist
On my wrist is diamonds and the mind tend to enter the Dragon


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/17/23 12:58 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860109 - 04/17/23 02:14 PM (10 months, 26 days ago)

Zippity rip slip the do dad fools grab at
Sat a sack a fat green bag swag the haggle of mangle that rabble rubble
Stumble fall all is who brawl called that call wall to wall
Install the fall to all who gnarly like Farley the homie all stoney
A lone key in the zone free so hip hi ho feed the slow speed I breed
Call it weed Ganja pot full up caught one on sun I rung stung a fool who did it
I slip with 5th 7 eleven sever heaven never blend it blended mend hits
The quickness I stick kids off wrist slid the hits big and I miss hits
The stick rips I grips ticks tacks off green sacks of Herb I swerve
Chocolate blurred the optic to stop it to rock with rip the caught flip
Zip a zipper eye eye skipper lip your fit tricks clip first for thirst
About to burst ill reheated first search the word curved I nerve of it
Into the difference slip trip stumble fall until they call you hippy
Dippy skippy lit heat beat the frisbee I sick see the wit free
Speed for bleed trip to stay in grip honey dip with the mix that ticks

Heat it meet it indeed trip slip clip in thicken quicken sick ends lends method sector checker wrecker effect your hectic tore War porn scorn born horn shore in floor then more bend or intend to send it mend sick tend crips soften glitch rock fifth topic switched mock it pull pop it rock it rocket up the heart of chart cold cop sick sack rock it rip rap often coughin’ toss defend meant more or off it pour mushroom brew stew it in cool tip rule whip school drip brain ruin insane blame game lane hit up sit but cut butt stuck open chokin’ Okie Dokin’ broken ass rear end famous entertain this blameless the name just flame up raid suction cup to brain lift the way in trips like lips gloss boss offer job slobber slob robber robbed not your top rock it rocks smoked toked folks smoke broke soak flow fluid do it to it flew nip hip hopper stopper lot your copper copped your proper not your big born wig worn cigarette or litter box jocks wet itching stitching rich kids flip lids sick bids lit hits mix tricks bag of sag of plants lance chance dance advance man just dandy busted trusted lusted fuss for cuss more dust swarn off the morning light in sight the Sun bright

Spike with Psychedelic High dose relic close to gel it toast fell it timber see lead ski fee pay leeway speed spray no delay I read may bleed indeed seed planted ants did climb up pants dance man’s real peel back thunder clap sap rap tragic magically blend spices dice it’s rolled twice get pulled your card hard in garden far then tar heroin bend the recommended opium soak in den cope through ten step program show slam broke and toke Ganja planned Sativa dream nine blade leaf reefer creeper seep into cracks facts raps act up track but the slack shut wonder what under cut rubber nuts off club your butts hum your song fart along smoke bong light Js plays ways in stain red again spend maintain blend defend the lent coin toys employ skid this into disk slips rips the mix

You smoke the Ganja and train right in your brains lit don’t quit get it the city is spent meat the country is funky with Okies I broke heat busting with you meet the press detest impressed by flesh meet stress the beat best with complete sweep in the chest take the hit don’t quit you get it up to trip then again until you end suffering like Buddha said in your head you mend through the medicinal complex that bomb stop your flex you a nervous wreck heard your set met disaster chapter after chapter sad your born name glorified aim of brains lit quit that written word read blurred fed the edible medicinal pull off sweat from rob with threats you meet next I greet with the cheap chirp bird lurk in back with the sack pull it black hard on guard in the Yard smoking meth creeping techs what’s next is anyone’s guess I hope you can chill and not stress

Brought through the 36 chambers of death the city is a mess of concrete trees complex you navigate you get it to date I don’t sweat it I’m bladed I stay in my mind my chi circulates I skate straight to date you get dead headed I bled it to edit the country tore with War like the City but before the nitty gritty you get slid heat the dialects are stress multiple lead sprays through the head stays intact rapped that black gold solid wall of it too tall to hit through I’m superglued to the few did ruin it they tools kept quiet don’t start a riot I buy it up the truck loaded with stuff I get it rough they handcuffed haven’t seen it as such as much as your diet clean in a dream you got leaned on to clean the bong sew seed won’t be long before disease spreads pestilence beyond second guess you flex for no reason past season to breeze in like we did iron chefs that progress to the struggle bubble heat meet the sweetness with bitter change your litter box everyone pulls up Glocks

They call me Michael John Hand with the brand label stable capable but away we go with flow here we go again sold out shows when they hold men accountable more than allowable go sour fully the bully wool heat up skull heat beat the defeat with my extra special let go through the set slow till I pull the Dragon got in the bag every time I rhyme I send this dime piece intend to line grease the X mark spark the dead ark off the bled stark like a wedding I’m never sweating I’m heading past the red blood ring the sting complete I unseat I get it sweet to the teeth past the beast the 666 with the stick in I mixin’ a brew up for all the rude people to stew become equal as they feel the fully depleted and dull blades city guns spray all over the place

Model throttle hot you’ll block blur burned turned spurned churned learned curved word heard third Bird swerved on murmur tuck burner cluck sucka off loss toss it floss kid cost bid soft fifth slip dip crip hip hicks tick tock sip sop nick knock rip rock clip clock dip dopper topper flop your clock turned lots learned hot shot through caught as sought wrought not hot got shot pull popped flocked stopped hocked spat spit lit lack flip flap act black tack rack sap knack clap sack fat rap map off clip miss heat seat flip beats wrist leaked a digit frigid trigger isn’t with it tick it Knicks wicked with trip fitted lifted skidded did it didn’t even cement reinvent deed that sent lead that bent vent adventure dentures tense cores more whip poor sip the skid row floor mop sop top cops cocks off it soften coffin boss when top ten rock send hip hop friends end topic botch hits stop it soft slip sopping wet fist blood

Release all reflex
Heat blessed to the X mark
Shark pull stark on arc
Heart split in two your whole crew too
Lit through the glitter on glue
To sit there
Get lit air
I rip tear
Thick rare
For I stare
I get the next on in the run
Someone stun so I gun from the lips sink ships
Trips mixed me up
To tricks that tuck
All I do is pluck
A sucka duck
In the nuts
I flush some stuff
I lust for love
I dust off rub
I glove for snug
I release like drug

Practice weapons every day
Tai Chi Gray Alien
Bagua mind gone
Xingyi with it freely shoot
Pollute with Escrima
Salute with Silat
All rock
The shot is flow caught
With a knot
I pull out stops
Release thoughts
Stay laid back
Deceased is fact
Your rhyme blacken up
Rap that stuck you in cut
Run through what’s up?
I suffer function crew love the fool
I come true
Sun drew on the gun
I from the stun so I come from the gun
I release spun spin
Go for the wind
Blow hard intense
Crew on the fence with self defense
Health is the wealth
And Meditation
Purify yourself
Take vacation in life

I got the black crisp rockin’ interlocking fist
Clocked blades and sticks
Chain that you twist up around
Hit the ground running
I’m sunning
From heat ton sweet
Even black heat and gray
Stay away before I slay
I don’t like to see that shit
Roll a hit job
Slippery slobbery clobber all the G
I mixed up solvent with the weed
For Hash oil to boil
Smoke it any time you need it
I feed trip
Like lead sick heat grip
Icky sickness with the bitchness
I fist switch up the dish soap on rope
Slippery slope to climb
In my mind I unwind
High dose psychedelics
Like crazy all blaze P for Platinum

It’s the Hash Oil
Sativa rendered into splendor
Invent your rhythm at the center
Bent your bench warmer
Get up on the floor yo
You born slow puff glow on the roll of Sativa Oil
I got employed Royally all soiled the seed up
My weed cut with speed?
Never that my reefer stays intact
All the creeper
Higher leaper
Jump out your seat you’re weed born
Ganja torn off many a head
Turn red blood in the mud if you got the cut
Suffer such as red blush you stay hush
Plush and lead handcuffed
The man stuffed
Eaten a feast
Deceased as East West Coast beef
I floss like giant so don’t try it
I mind fist on me see I be breezy
Roll up all the trees and ski

I pulled the trigger and
On Psilocybin God Damn!
I’m not allowed around Nuclear Weapons
I’m considered insane although I step in and came
Swift
Riffed on all my tracks lifted
Lift the latch
I hit for kids to attack with
Like matchstick
They ignite on sight
I plight of the topic Wizard rock it
I'm on jet plane insane in the brain
I let lane loose with juice
I got a deuce
I choose fluid and ruin it on water
I’m on water
I got caught your thought up in the product
I locked up
My rocks cut with something but I don’t be fronting on that shit
Crack kills swift
Although a grip of cash
I quit Meth and stick with the Weed stash
I quit Psychedelic 
I seen it and you can believe that

I lit one
My six gun trip some
Off the boss the topic
I clock it all the time around and on a dime
I sound profound like the locked line that bound and gagged
Bullet tagged in the magazine
To see who let you lean
On some cream
Stare in disbelief all deceased grind your teeth
Flip like Golden Fleece I Greece
I got each to seek through the teacher knew
How to reek and grew of Cannabis and Mushroom
I’m still entombed since I heard the boom
Of the dynamite stick light that wick you sick forever
I buried treasure that lever pulled
Severed dull with the leather skull that turn red and full
I measure all measuring called the measure down broad
I applaud all challenge to valiance
I got pure talent and allow this how I refrain
From fighting
I’m lighting up mics writing
I’m exciting to chill with
I don’t don’t take pills or shit
It came from Cannabis and Meth
Plus herbs I learned burned and branch chain like lance lane amino acid
I got a task trip off Psilocybin and a little flask of LSD I’m still inside P

I could rock LSD almost endlessly
Let my set free
I like the P it makes
Takes cakes with clam bakes
In the steaks I break with
I hate twist to disdain off the list
I flame frame and blessed I tried three LSD trips
One strong go smoke a bong with that
Fat cat rollin’ stacks
Murdered blacks off tic tacks and raps
Perhaps I lapse in judgement
But all the Sun wet
Further inspect the rep
I set
Make a gun threat idle
I while in the title
I’m a shroomhead
Feel the loud boom and turn red
I’m deadhead
I like the acid fraction
I fast when I take it sometimes
For some crimes I roll dimes
I rot minds
I pull up fully wool up and blind

You have to get shit crackin’
To max in the eye sight
Seen eye slightly warped and twisted
My lens was Gold and Platinum
I max for Sun I dead rung
My head from the herb originally swerved
Childhood smokes for folks who broke they need tokes steady
Ready to head heat up
In the lead but I read truck rope
Around the dope how that sound?
I abound with cuts ruckus come word the 33rd burned me
I learned keys off cheese spray
Play the Blair Witch Project
And stop set
I’m a magician in position with butterfly palms
Fully calm I’m on
I drop the bomb and stay strong
Late your lawn mown greatness
I achieved with the blades and sticks and chain whips
I mark tricks up
It’s a stick up but I don’t like to tuck fools
It’s all cool in school


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/19/23 11:46 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860120 - 04/19/23 04:30 PM (10 months, 24 days ago)

I dance and crack cold feet
Sweet cash relax and dash to the camera
They eye on yah in the sky like rhyme word
I heard up the burned cuts that I strut enough to suffer much in the cuff
Stitch I wish I knew who but I’m blue so I glue and I am few
Apparently there are very few Royalty
Masters of the chapter words can’t describe how I get live
I caught red head bloody said study reflex muddy then money
I don’t gun heat I bust guns defeat runs on weaponry
That fire retire and admire the expired
Desireless I smoke stress and feed the flex on honey
For the hundredth of a G I clock speed
I don’t speed any more or any War I tore fun be in the Ganja sweet leaf
I have fun practicing internal martial art relax and King me
My wing be dipped ski that cliff off the end I lift take off and land
I got hundreds of grands to make millions
All the children is fed I bled diseased Fred read his tea leaves and said
I shot head up you red duck like medic truck release the feed for said head up
Like you need it to be with the leader in trip to fist relax not tight
I know I’m right on because I studied long and trained
My brain in a lane that got game going in the flame all knowing
All seeing eye I get high and despise crime criminals
Violence is a silenced threat in my house you step out and leave like the breeze

Cocaine is the suspect wing tip medic to credit with the semi-psychedelic
I relish it got intelligent to install with ball off the wall called all
I recall smoking crack
Murder in the back of the act that sacked up
I lack truck but I such as much with herbal handcuffed to the word slow
I got burned so I churned and rolled controlled all the fold then got Gold
I hold the cup
Said what’s up?
You could come and get some to threat run the best with the Techs left
I got deaf and didn’t flex so I retest the refreshness every day and the right switch
With night grips on sticks and blades I’m brave in my Gong Fu
Close in close to full the dull nothing been bluffing and handcuff men
I rock five styles with smiles
I’m internal now and learned how to clock files that allow
I’m power to sour the now you heard is word on hard with the yard I scarred
I barred wool cull the seed I sew did glow
Roll patrol on fold you mold it out the bold no doubt it
I get credit to edit the steps with left hand brand the sex criminal to diminish pull
What gullible reckless check with the fist I released crisp to the dish
My nouns around the ground now to lock up stop them till the cops come Sun

I did a little bird so convincing she almost laid an egg
Get on Keg run with the Sun I from the head spun I’m still number one
I stun I got a fast cash habit like rabbit I take off and grab it
The veggie get a wedgie and said heat is bleak bust a sheet of you know what
In the cut I further struck on through the dusty road blue as stuff you knew of
I ruin rugs I wipe my feet and ass I got a past history of suicide
I ride the hide my mind is nightly binded bound I jump around
I get a clown at a rodeo circus to work this I jerk hits through fish fully equipped
I rip trip skip hop a detective to wreck mix the sex in to begin with I split
Like banana I ram a avocado up your program my show slam
I bam hit the cram the medicine yo let me in I fin to bust to dust and trust
You must be an idiot to crew no different than circus work this bigger than trip?
I doubt you you out loud not knowing nothing around the ground you lay in decay
I was DOA before I tripped slayed that rip and grip tight cash now
I was poor for the skewer I rot like manure and cure the sick
You suck my prick and I’m sick with it yo

I pick a shroom
You got to doctor doom
The shrooms is all around you
To astound you
A whole pound blew of grass
I fiend for the workmanship that last through the ages
Pages read bled
I head it
I tend to trip when the crop come for someone brung the meth
I stay away from the death
I kept in check by a hectic schedule with the sex
My master flexed on me
You can tell G I in hell be
Handling it well
With trip I got fell
Fall into Water slaughter my marauder is caught your
Slot whore for shot up War
To the core I tore off lightweights
Date a skate on relationship
To a grip of cash
I serve it in the ash and Fast Water
Shot more than duck I truck rope
Coping soaking threat with a Tech
Got my OG AK-47 to this day I’m a Veteran
Of the letter to the threat of the debt crews owe
They move too slow and get rolled on
By the patrol till the dawn

I got a bicycle
Not a tricycle
An icicle hang when I bang the set
Or seen as gun threat on the streets that I beat down the block
Back country roads in shock late night
You could see it in sight
I got the might
I right up in the truck ten pistol whip the jam with the slam
Boom Bam
A sucker and his bitch got a cinch to do yo
Behold
I scold the whole crew who criminal
With minimal juice you got deuce
I tap a source
Of energy of course
I love the cuisine local on the team
All cream a lean off of dream to topic
Don’t lock with the set
You rocked up and flexed even
The men that cement invent the weapon
I stretch in the X marks the spot when
After dark I park my bomber
And alarm with a freestyle
I smile and tile the floor
To the core this is War
I know a fool meant it by how he sent it
I release with Grease is the word
And bent it on Cannabis

After the circular reclining spine with diamonds on the necklace
I wreck bitch I spot crisp
I clock list
I talk dissed tricks I mix in the fix
With a bitch ass seen to roll fast
I holdin’ grass
Seem to outlast the cash
I fold it fast
I fast on Water
I caught your War Torn
I’m blood born
I shorn up on the either or I cut with a blade
I sprayed gun and threw hand grenade
I got laid
I stayed in bed all day and said with no delay
Where does this decay come from?
Lead the on one Sun
Up shits creek
Each day of the week I speak bleak

I like kind buds
I can relax and recline and unwind
I don’t like blind people
I pop nonstop on contact with people
People aren’t used to seeing you
G’ing crew release all brew with nuts
I cut strut up I run but I duck the stuck sticking
Quicken the thickening of the shit you bring I sing
I wing tip I lead clip about to smooth drip
I light lit
Stay that way
No way it don’t pay to turn gray and stay there
It’s in the air how I’m a player
I’m the mayor of town all down crews lounge true
Nouns grew in the sound around the ground that blew up
You could screw shut your nose all foes froze
I toes up with suckers

I saw my first hummingbird of the season
They love global warming and burned up trees
They like to beat their wings in them
The trees look like famous Greek statues then
I’m from Hollywood where we don’t give a fuck about anything
Unless it gets you high you could smoke or sniff it inject shit

Consciousness
Enlightenment
Concepts reflect
Sun rays aiming
Blood will trickle down you
Like a nickel back of zip
Meth
I step to death
Recline slept in long line
For sweat
Put in for the half gram
I jam
Further the man
Can’t get with it and
Program
Know foes I chose this way
I decided to see
Ride it glided
Inside the trippy mind you find
Diamond
Behind sick
I’m dying I mix a bag and stagger
Down the block
All hawk walk with chalk outline
The outcome every time
I recline
I spot wine in the wind chimes
Breeze blowing
All knowing

All fluid
Lick the shot do it to it
I screw kids in the end they dead send them Fred
I head I medic to set it
I wet hits up the dead duck is plucked
A sucker fucked with the wrong trigger here
Better steer clear for fear
Tears wet the set with the gun threat you step
I wreck and tug on plug to get the drain insane
Brain left maim create up in the lane
I famous I just flame left
When I’m right I’m polished demolished
I like Coca and Roofies Reds ruin kids to death and frolic
Screw them fees I slept on the ruin twos and threes you call it
Now on the one you done like Sun kid in the wallet
With drugs for high bids you stall it
I like grass slid the Cannabis Crib episode install it
I watchin’ and talk set I rock the Mexican Sativa I dream of and ball trip
The dank smelling shit you lit and proposed bonus all of it
I flown adjust the trucks on my skateboard small twist
It’s too late to record
I scored the born Sun
This War is done

I do the high precision blade work with edge
It takes decades
Made
I played all day and
I flame
I jam James in the suntan
Your program is a scam
You ball and wall
Apply gold force
To tore shit up
Indiscriminate
I livin’ bit of proof
To soothe
Smooth move
I groove
I spoon the dope
Soak in the broken
You tokin’ now
That’s right how this big set infect
Disease please the cheese
Offa Gs
I beiz the reason MCs steel in the redid bid
Shit
You can’t get with it
I got bread the limit
Drunk off my ass
Now dry up and try it
I’m giant

Grilled by Satan
All relate bake a cake until late until morning comes with no warning buzz
Fuzz the cuz got his drugs thugs up
I rub stuff
Right off
I gloss shot the frolic in wallet to stall with a trick that called it wall
I solve propel revolve around the ground swell when I come
Dispel evil from the set you could tell
This bell ring I suffer bring another dream to hell with steam
I’m compelled to lean but I ski in the freeway
My speed slay with no delay I trip drip a sip off lit fluid
I brew it ruin crews who didn’t
A cinch to lock up lynch a punk ass shrunk fast and past
I blasted a clock lasted time stopped
I fasted rhyme rocked
I mastered all I sought to do
I’m in the stew still
Chill and bill until I shot Willis
I grill gets field tested drill the respected
Got oil wells and gifted the lifted
Sifted through crips drew the lip did slew
Proposal blew up

Death
Rebirth
Psychedelic in a nutshell
With gats as well
You in Hell
I rock a sell sale
I bail out
Red route
Dead out
The head out
The med found around town
I down
Crew is a brew away
I sway and stay lit
Mind trip
And take too much you rush
When you get put down
To touch
It’s such as handcuff
You busted
Death
Rebirth

All I need is Ganja
The air
In the wind
Blows
All thrown around
The soldier down
Who holds the crown?
You sold out now
I mold your foul
I cold did you dead and sold the ends
I fold you got too old and golden
I rolled in the matter for data
I sold the latter for fatter
Your soul it doesn’t matter
I scatter
I climb Jacob’s ladder
I’m sadder than antimatter
I clack
With the sack
It’s all flack coming back
To haunt you
The neighborhood wants you dead
Ganja bred for me is a tree
I feel for real
I like it make steel
With the wheels that roll
I hold Ganja


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (04/23/23 12:39 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860144 - 04/23/23 06:56 PM (10 months, 20 days ago)

I sold Gold to LSD
In Prison I envisioned a vision
Indecision
Livin’
Forgiven
Smidgeon
Bitch end
Defend
Recommended
Blended
Bent it up
Lent you cufflinks
Diamond
Imprinted
Lab Created
Demonstrated
Inflated Currency
People can’t afford to live
I forgive Covid
Stroke it broke it
Smokin’
Choke on Gold Lung
I brung rung with bells
Service in Hell
I rebel
420
Plenty of money nothing funny

I strong-arm with the spearhead
Leaving Soul Music Dead and without soul
For rock and roll I stole the lyrics from A Polish lad
I told my dad I had the best sex
I check rice checks cereal to check it for Gold Material
I Grand Imperial

Everyone grab a girl and dance
This is your chance for dance patrol
Earn your soul on the dance floor
Tonight is the night my Disco Gold
Is the crucifix with diamonds
I’m rich

Rap Lyrics

In current
I blurred it
Murder hit
Bit the squad
Rip your raw up
Saw Aqueduct
Product
Raw shut the sawmill
Workers first heard the word
Service
Burned fifth
Occurrence of murder further on
Serve a song
Turned trick
A bitch on my dick
I rock a four four
Not a four fifth
With the glass hand
Made glass pipes and
Smoked oil
Boil that shit
Pass out
Roll the last route
Gold and you sold
Owned my own shop
When I was 19 YO
And Glocked a Pigeon Wing
The Pro dream
With the heavy shroom lean
Childhood Ganja seem
With the sober training
All kinds of crews complaining

I don’t show my Platinum Rings
Bought 400 small bottles of Water
Repeated slaughter
I eat the flesh
Detest the second best
On my pizza I freak yah
Got the shit in the sheet to the cleaners
I reek of ether
My secret between yours
Pour out the beaker
Lab glass making Hash Oil
I Royal
Coin coiled up cash string tailed whatever the day bring
You failed to bump rails
I jails fools out on bail again
I further end this murderer’s word
I heard his bird
He went chirp
Lurk in the shadows
About crab hos to flat foes
This trap in the captured venom has them lendin’ Os
Bros. With flows go toe to toe
I release the show in the East
Free Tibet!

Let's all chill and practice martial arts until
The Sun froze the Sun rose
I grow pot in rows to shotgun hits at my bitches
I switches four fifths off hitches stop glitches
No snot here just fear instilled in killers
Top hundred dollar billers
I rap fillers to kill whores still snore through War you core
In the conduct rap bomb struck the locked shut
Call all cut the ball tucked underneath a seat
Never defeated greeted each seated feeling misery
All bitches be needing Shaolin I rhyme in this with kin
I strive to begin to unwind the demons within inside
I strive to get live all the time
I get live like it’s a crime
I wing and ring the wind chimes it’s a sin
To look at your friend like an enemy
We give everyone blood until they face shoved in the bloody mud
Cut shit up kid

Corndogs and Potato Salad
This rap ballad
Come loose with screws loose
On deuce you come truce with Sun
I got the hum on one
Most pack the Gun just for fun I don’t run
I take a few shots, kill striking vital
Until the title is mine
I smoke two dimes of meth
Or four and twisted up War
Sometimes score the hard liquor
All quicker than drunken blindness that’s behind this
I rhyme just as kid’s mind bust
I recline to dust trust that
Folded fuller soldier rap gore in War
Was more than you bargained for
No one sees the encore performance
Get more sweats and checks
Vertical Grills bustin’ Techs
All respect to the Vets
But they always seem to step
They need that Shaolin rep
For decades play with blades
I said it before and I say it again
My only friend now is a legend I recommend the desert

Keep shit poppin’
All stock shot up with the Platinum cuts
Sackless bums on the reup they get cut out the game I flame with
You gotta put in
Be chill and hang until the blunt is finished
We don’t put shit in it except the since you flex rinsed Ganja intense
I smoke the stench herb
We word up heard through the cut
Party down!
Pass the blunt all around
It’s legal now where I live
But too expensive to party with
I start some shit don’t quit
I fully marked for the hit
I roll in thick clouds of smoke
Toke after toke
My homie Lucky is no joke
Always puttin’ in Gangster to begin changed his head on Acid
On clasp on with tricks to get higher
I’m a rhyme fighter
Ganja smoke igniter
I rock your style again
Soldier then I told yah
Trip and the party a trip I smooth dip

I was a pussywhipped bitch before I lit
High dose shrooms exploded on road did it
I hit it
Up in my tucked weapon I steppin’ with
A murderer crisp
Wishlist is a dream for what seem extreme
Experiment with Psilocybin and Cream
Lock this lean
All in between haven’t seen
You gotta OD
Put down like hurt bitches round
Curve your sound
And smoke a ton of pot
First stringer forgot all this talk like snot
I could get shot at for rollin’ stacks
In the back my wallet stuffed and sho that some intact impact weapon
Or blade that you slept in
Rock this way did it step into venom
Into danger into stranger than fiction truth
With the noose tied up don’t try it slut
You get a piece of the cut
And roll smooth like what?
All soldier groove into the cut
I seen a smut bitch on hitch with the stunt

A stoner burned slow in the Orange Zig Zag
With the bag called sack in the Cadillac without crack cocaine
Where was her brain?
All lane in the A Train coming through running glue
Murdering who?
Everyone!
With the gun
You get spun for fun I sum the function was the lunch some hunch of
The stoner all bone smoking toking Wizard in the making
Black Ganja aching later on
Smoking a bong all night long with Cheech and Chong movies
Who was Scoobie Doobie?
I ruin keys all suit your please your disease to freeze up
Lyrically struck
You couldn’t get enough of the stuff in buff queer weirdos
All the tears flow when I smoke Ganja again my friend

I cross the Philly Blunt Ganja
All wrong squares careless
You was wrong yo
I hate to tell you bro
Cross out your set and flow
All behold!
The mold broke
I toke over and over
The Sativa grow where I live
Forgive the law that all saw
You bust a jaw
Raw
Clawed out eyes
Murder track with the Y intact
Fully blacked out
Map town folded
Gold did it for the interest on debt
Change the ceiling
Wheeling and dealing
All C went for a pee on the tree
For a fee I ice out
I roll dice downtown
Murder the crown
All in it saw different
I been bent and shit
For a long fucking time
I serve game in a motherfucking rhyme

We all need the Ganja Smoke
Take a toke till you in Prison for the vision
I seen in keen then lyrically spread fetus bled
Out the word of mouth
From the small country farm town
All ground got plowed that was fertile
All the farmers want to grow it
But in secret
I’m a Ganja Legalization Activist so peep shit
I grew up smoking reefers
The bomb with one on all the time
Another murderous rhyme
By the Mikey Neides









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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860145 - 04/26/23 08:09 PM (10 months, 17 days ago)

Keep shit poppin’
All stock shot up with the Platinum cuts
Sackless bums on the reup they get cut out the game I flame with
You gotta put in
Be chill and hang until the blunt is finished
We don’t put shit in it except the since you flex rinsed Ganja intense
I smoke the stench herb
We word up heard through the cut
Party down!
Pass the blunt all around
It’s legal now where I live
But too expensive to party with
I start some shit don’t quit
I fully marked for the hit
I roll in thick clouds of smoke
Toke after toke
My homie Lucky is no joke
Always puttin’ in Gangster to begin changed his head on Acid
On clasp on with tricks to get higher
I’m a rhyme fighter
Ganja smoke igniter
I rock your style again
Soldier then I told yah
Trip and the party a trip I smooth dip

All the Vets want to talk with me
But I was too young to rep
I had slept on for so long the prolonged song to hit the bong
And service on the hurt twist
Murk a fist up to slit stuck with the weapon
All shedded skin let them in to Heaven
All brethren relax fully act strike the match light
I act hype still I wipe colors off the rainbow
Psychedelic with the angles worked
I hurt so much still I’m not tough like a torture victim
All evicted tenants left their residence by force
Torture murder hurt still shirt tucked in with sin I skirt
The training most recommend
I lane in the brain nourishing chi
All that I see is blades running
Stunning fun tricks to styles I smile while I child still
I filed ill
Bust why I kill?
I must!
Trust that

I cross the Philly Blunt Ganja
All wrong squares careless
You was wrong yo
I hate to tell you bro
Cross out your set and flow
All behold!
The mold broke
I toke over and over
The Sativa grow where I live
Forgive the law that all saw
You bust a jaw
Raw
Clawed out eyes
Murder track with the Y intact
Fully blacked out
Map town folded
Gold did it for the interest on debt
Change the ceiling
Wheeling and dealing
All C went for a pee on the tree
For a fee I ice out
I roll dice downtown
Murder the crown
All in it saw different
I been bent and shit
For a long fucking time
I serve game in a motherfucking rhyme

A stoner burned slow in the Orange Zig Zag
With the bag called sack in the Cadillac without crack cocaine
Where was her brain?
All lane in the A Train coming through running glue
Murdering who?
Everyone!
With the gun
You get spun for fun I sum the function was the lunch some hunch of
The stoner all bone smoking toking Wizard in the making
Black Ganja aching later on
Smoking a bong all night long with Cheech and Chong movies
Who was Scoobie Doobie?
I ruin keys all suit your please your disease to freeze up
Lyrically struck
You couldn’t get enough of the stuff in buff queer weirdos
All the tears flow when I smoke Ganja again my friend

We all need the Ganja Smoke
Take a toke till you in Prison for the vision
I seen in keen then lyrically spread fetus bled
Out the word of mouth
From the small country farm town
All ground got plowed that was fertile
All the farmers want to grow it
But in secret
I’m a Ganja Legalization Activist so peep shit
I grew up smoking reefers
The bomb with one on all the time
Another murderous rhyme
By the Mikey Neides

Fantastic nugs!
Bucketloads Truckloads
Make your head into the flowing
Owing nothing but sowing seed
No debt respect for man
All the plan is to oil up
Royal cut I am
So I jam in the program to show plan
I roll and practice blades
Made grades in the maze
With flavors of dank herb
Crazed for the word to days unheard of
Word up
I heard a truck rope with smoke no joke
I poke with wingtip and sing trip
Mushroom
I bust soon always so I leave it to the Bikini Dolls and all their Graves
The poor enslaved read their A list twist
On the days the fools get dissed
Skills
Witness the drum fills and no frills service
I work this to it burst bust thrust forth cut
But show a lesson to sex in the dead end street you meet
I feature each or the meet your press no second guess

Love,
Mike Neidlinger AKA Mikey Neides

Stagnant Chi wants to flow free
Blocked Chi is a disease
Easy to cure with pure internal work
There are quick fix solutions such as herbs or acupuncture
But a real doctor treats themself preventatively
A nice bit of exercise is nice
But it takes a vast knowledge of medicine to flow smooth current
Decades of work make no mistake
Sedentary life is scary
The couch potato
Overweight
Seeking the beacon of hope to relieve depression, anxiety, all types of disease
The Chinese have my favorite study
Tai Chi, Bagua and Xingyi
I like to train in the rain, sun or snow
Any way the wind blows is OK
I love trees and the forest
I must ignore the sick here in America
Things like Methamphetamine
Coffee, Tea
Addiction and watching TV or a computer screen
The World is unhealthy and in poverty
A great disease lurks in every sickening thing
They start kids off with sugar and soda pop
Here in the USA

It’s funny how a fight turned into medicine!
I saw Tai Chi in a park in San Francisco when I was young
Shocked and stunned by the calm and peace she had become
Years later I made my way to Tai Chi
The greatest thing I ever did see was the fight to begin the insight
It’s alright! 
I’m polite and I don’t harm others
We all brothers and sisters
Attacks from rap flow like swift poison wind to a sin to a T
Everyone flees when they see the gun
Now imagine 187, 24/7!
That’s the life I lead
Fighting is an interesting hobby
The art of weaponry is key
All rap stylists flee when they G down
All lead round the seen and found
Gem
From the stem of the pot grows the buds
A push and a shove isn’t necessary to face the scary trip
After a big drink of Cannabis
The mushrooms were dank
I ate the whole ounce and bounced

I supplemented my Tai Chi
With a cup of coffee!
Every day I play a little Tai Chi
It’s mixed with other martial arts
I practice a mix only
I don’t know how to practice one style pure
I morph into other structure
I like to use medicine to see new things
It is good to see
They say Hey!  You can see a tree grow!
It’s right to ring a thing slowly
I can’t find my way home but I have an advanced research project
In the development of my healing capabilities
The season is coming to practice out on the porch
I can practice weapons out on the porch
For six months I have been in study inside
Where I can’t practice weapons
I use the weapon to advance my study of chi
I am drinking another cup of coffee
To make a Gold Chain with my practice
Often rapped about
I rhyme sometime
I know it’s a crime to stop on a dime on someone who isn’t an expert fighter!
I’m a poet and I know it

I can see a free moon at night
The sun and stars and planets should all be free
The flowers, trees, mushrooms, all of nature should be free
I don’t like money
I imagine one day the people will all feel the same
Each person lurks in the shadows of existence
Many people prey upon others
Push and shove
Hit people
Stab people
Cut people
Shoot people
Go to War
A core of violence is seen as something for free too
People pay to watch violence as entertainment
It is very sick



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860149 - 04/30/23 04:23 AM (10 months, 13 days ago)

I can’t fight any more
I’m War torn
War born from necessity
So why the fuck you got to do that shit civilian?
I’m chillin’
Wax off some fools and then dip in my trip till a cap filled
Billed top
Service nonstop
Pull it pop
I got it hot for the chop shop I rock in
I top ten
Murder with Glocks and I chalk outline
Servin’ bout time
To route I’m peaceful
I don’t want to kill a fool like Clint Eastwood
In the Old West shootout
Cowboys no doubt it
You get down routed
Turned out and I shouted out loud about the gat sound as I screamed
Beamed threw this gleam root just easier to pluck
I don’t give a fuck

Relief comes completely
Seeing visions unseat with the heat running
Gunning down a round shot in the head
Murder a Federal Crime
Servin’ all head in this time
I’m blind
I can’t see G
Rock a sport beanie cap
And roll stack of cash
Servin’ mash up till the dash cut
It’s my last but I still strut
Don’t give a fuck
Seriously
You could shed tears flows fears and deteriorate
I skated on the haters
Date your fate it’s yours
It rain pours in the sold out stores
More is less to anyone’s guess I’m fresh
I need a pizza or something
Pasta no fronting

Relax on diamond blazing
All shit stays in the quiet as kept like and sun rays and a tech
I left back in step
Further jet up the block to sell stock
In Glock pieces
Jesus the easiest of flow with
I got it lit
Box your whole set
Murder gets you rep
So I crept up
Lead his head struck with that shit
I’m kettle hot bled server on the dead tour
I fed more to the core still unborn
I got the morning to stay up all night chillin’
Every children see the glee in something G
You get hurt and that’s for free
Even though it don’t come easy
Like money nothing funny
All I hear is gun heat
And orange spot microdot
Kill this blue chill the difference turn the screw

I’m not the voice of the choice
So limit your boys around
The ground steady
Ever ready to head heat up
Lead it on LSD
Purple Haze and everyday blaze
Murder stays at per capita
Raps blurred heard and smack yah up
Rap cold struck
You outta luck if you fight rough
Tuck a weapon
I step right up and serve game
Slave Serfdom hurt strung the lurking strung the lesson out
A murder route
And all you heard about it through the grape vine
So I release swine
I word up eat the beef every line

Pizza and Pasta rocks yah every day
Brains leak out of your brains
Drains remain all caps slain
I get the off it
I soften but I coughed in it for three years as a teen
We all human beings
Fleeing from gunfire in mass shootings
Looting wizard hooting and hollering
Every dollar ring
I sing a song of Pizza and Pasta
My poetic love for Noodles has me in the kitchen fixing food
I remember the crush groove
Smooth move to hook up the shoot!
You know you love it
The subject is important
Come with more Italian food
We love all cuisine
Even hot dogs Hamburgers American
Everyone starin’ and
I got the children of Israel to wheel and deal
I bust with a fat meal of the delicious
People’s rhyme is so clean and vicious

Corndogs with Potato Salad!
Smog thick smoking weed all day
Lawsuits too cute for a sexual splendor
Hop skip and jump to get the restaurant takeout
Break out!
I got a lot of food
I’m not starving
Food was so good tasty
Making the basted chicken!
Remind me of mom in the kitchen
I love olives with fresh bread
Some wine
Good cuisine food in Hollywood where I grew up
El Salvadorian, Mexican, Cuban, Guatemalan, Peruvian, Columbian
One of my favorites is the burrito
Made with homemade sour cream
It’s thin
They don’t add thickener
Yes!  The best burrito I ever had
I’m in the lab now fixing to glow

I want to climb the hills of Italy
Sicilian
All steel locked
I practice Silat and Escrima
Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi
I deal with blades
We like to smoke Ganja
Eat the pasta from the best restaurants
In Hollywood you can find everything food and otherwise
They have a Japanese fish market and store
But before I hit the Italian Deli for the good cheese and olives
I rubbed off solid impression with the chef making my noodle dish in Sicily
The linguine with seafood is my favorite!
In a red or wine and fish sauce, sauce
The fresh catch in Sicily is especially good
I remember the NY style pizza in Beverly Hills and Westwood
Argentinian grill at the Gaucho Grill
I took clients there and treated them to a meal
That, everyone feels
I’m for real with my swords
I’m lit
I like to quit at the grind
And unwind with Sicilian Pasta
I smoked too much weed as a kid and now I’m hidden
Like hands under mittens
I’ve been sober 20 years
And it’s a crime for me to drink wine

Now I hit up shwag shrooms
The shit still hit with the booms
Put you on the ground on the ounce
Servin’ game with the pouch of Ganja Sack and Water Pipe
Bubbler join the club your
Psyche gets blurred
Mike gets heard out the word up
Hurtin’ suckas stuck with this
Mic and cold twitches
My hand switches grips on weapons
Rep in the game for the slayers
Rap game maintainers
No brainers in the lane course you take
Break it off
All of em are soft I flip their boss
I toss their raw shit
Servin’ fools hit
Murder mix in the cabbage
All stack refer to Platinum
Rap and spun
My gun still hum too much
I need more drugs and food
I’ve been sober 20 years
Training my mixed Internal Martial Art
I hit too hard still

They all open
Smokin’ after butchering the hog in the smog with cogs turning
On Cannabis
Testing all the flavors of mushroom
Spittin’ in the Saloon
With a spoon of cocaine
This lane is called brain
You can serve it maintain
Till you swerving
Out of control on patrol
Smoke a bowl up
Get your roll cut on sold front
I stunt it up with the bold moves
Soothing pain all oozing blood stain
Grooving so fool come came with a tool like it’s school or something
Everyone wanting peace
At least all the deceased turn in their graves
All slaves shave off points smoking joints after Emancipation
Change the station here
Related to fear you hear in your ear while tripping
Sipping liquor I get thicker
Pull the trigger if you come with swigger swagger with the dagger in hand
Command planned to land the forces
Contortion grab a portion of the light and dark in the Park

I reminisce about the blade stayed head high on dry with the mind fist
Twisted dis kids and killed the whole town spreading the dragon around
People got pissed I left footprints intense to look at in the dirt after training
All sun ray came later I skater with the haters on nature for flavor
I behavior model full throttle packed the bottle with Genie
In between Kiwis I ski freeze like breeze up on GP
Related to free seeds of Ganja weeds packed from pounds into little crowns
They always down to smoke joking about the soaking in the woah!
My bro has joking all the float ring around the rose thing
I broke King I vote to sting the vital with title I rival the homicidal at murder
I knock people unconscious striking nerves
I blurs
The lines between finds seeking Gold in California
I was born in Hollywood where I grew up
Good luck finding the stuck kids
A lot happened in Laurel Canyon that was Jammin’!
An artist community people in the entertainment industry
Everyone grew up with a new look on life when they moved away
I miss those psychedelic days in LA!

Study the 10,000 herbs
Then you will know about medicine
Of course, no one has time to study all 10,000
Learn suggested formulas
Five Elements and Yin Yang
I suggest Internal Chinese Martial Arts
I cut Blade Fighter Part 8 before I made the internal switch
Training on different diets and herbs you can see what the Chinese learned
I must unlock the advanced formula of the Internal!
All I need is a body that works, a place to train and weapons
Good food and medicine

Kill the snack habit
Like jack rabbit I bag it Vegan?
Hell no I hit up seafood with pasta Italian style the doctor wants to see you
To check out how your weed grew
With mushroom
I got a Dirty meth cap in the back but that shit is see through
I bleed true as feed slew
The deed title is my name true
I flame blue like propane
Glue the ceiling to the feeling up to jump and stick
Flow like magic trick
I bag a crip up
Sag my pants and dick sucked
Thick butt I see a sick slut
To pay heed to my need for speed but I ski packed powder
The snow that cold mold out the frame hold you one in the same
I hot damn!
Said the plan and suntan the show slam
Jam like rubber band I stretch and snap
Lift the latch open the creaky hatch that leak and tweak
I seed money funny style gun heat
Blow feet off the shoes for blues I twos and threes like disease
WIth extra cheese for the trip for the head I said it yo

God has the Meth Cap
God packs the steel
For real God is in the drug deal
You could feel God getting up on the job
All sales a robbery
God’ll be the best rap artist
A martial artist
Apart from the hard stuff
God never bluffs
God is murder tough
I am so glad I have the Meth Cap
I keep murder in the back seat
I rap for the defeated and depleted
I unpack the stacks and read with the max
I bask in the Sun with my gun
And God created the Sun
He only just begun
I pull out stun with weapon
When people step to me I breeze
Grew up smoking trees
With the disease I made cheese
With a Martial Art practice
Very few can match with
With Psilocybin it takes practice
Weapons if the Mac spit
I attack in rap for the act with it

All uncut union job
Pull his slob off the mob
Rollin fog crept in
Wept in the step kid didn’t even
Reinvent the wheel spent his deal for rent
Not a cent bent on acid
Last it did skid the plastic lid off
Ridden of crime boss
Lost the cost for sauce
In green moss
Floss all raw stuff
My jaw shut
I tuck
A Uzi and soon to speed on meth
Doozie if I step to the floozie all choosy
New seed brew as breed who pay heed
To the weed stench
Bench a dent in Fentanyl business
Witness this
Meth drew a crowd out loud all rowdy
Vandals on adrenaline better win
Or circus begin in some jerk’s weapon he steppin’ with

Opium den
Spend some time in it
My mind went to find the dime I spent on entrance
To the tent for adventure
With core tore
All born War before I score a key of the black sticky
Lack of drugs got thugs into new pay heed to the plug hit free
I lick be right on sight to see fight that breed
Weed smoke
Opiated Hashish cut for broke
I joke around on the ground with the sound
Around a round went off in the smoke lounge
All fools tossed the cost up high
Soaring prices why?
I born for stuff to die in my eyeball I’m liable for death breath
Homicidal kept coming
Some Sun in the running
Stunning all sets to flex and kept on humming

All the stars in the sky
Walk cry a tear
Talk fear and know nine to hear sum the stun up
I run cut the bum rush the suffer enough
Cuffer and Arrester like Jester with lecture in the DARE program
An unhealthy wealth be sweltering with the billionaire
I stare at Donald Trump
Such as the hunch I got
I want to smoke pot
But I got not
I rock the sawed off shotgun for some fun underdone cut for the stunt to fail
I bail on whale of runt with the gun for fronting on nothing but something
This song I sing is the wingtip again
Reflexing ends I bent the center at the arcade playing with hand grenades
And M-16s all dreams cream with the laser light beam for what steam
I mean…
What do you be in life besides a nice chill not ill likable type person?
Worse than a curse with the burned to a crisp dissed gangster bitch
Switch the list and go exist somewhere else with your stealth position












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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/02/23 04:52 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860153 - 05/02/23 06:27 PM (10 months, 11 days ago)

I spit the dragon and crane verse unrehearsed
About to burst from the thirst I cursed sacred ground
Training around the sound of complaining of rounds got shot around
The bound texts say you better not flex so that’s a crime
Y I’m on line to find the rhyme I find
I unwind and signed the deal signed
I’m blind I got the ocean coast in the design on the surfer’s longboard
Who scored?
Who tore?
Did this mean War?
People practice hard style feel
The ice you reel with
Lady snow called blow all peeled twist and flow
I glow
Low and behold I grow the mold that’s Psychedelic
I don’t need to sell it
Kids afraid but adults stuck with the blade so it’s shade
Light rays light days until night I stay up late
I like to think and see illusions
On juice and water
Someone’s daughter caught her dress on my dragon claw sought after
The master of the chapter with 30 years practice to attack this with
In the sack like a nice dish of the crisp veggies

Say peace to the Ganja Trees all fluid
No disease left this buckling ski the suckle with the t-shirt
Got to hurt the work in I surfin’ steady murk ends
I tore it up render makes amends
Return back to sender
Center on the blends
We need pure Sativa
I smoked Indica and Crosses for three years I toss em in the trash
I need a fat Sativa stash for the pure to flow lure into cure
I like this fewer than most psychic to boast or brag about hard drug swag
I place a premium on reefer the night creeper yet all night sleeper
Rocks your heed heard word up
Duck a stuck plucked bird the 3rd in the cut
For what I strut?
Can’t get enough?
You suffer in the stuff I get it rough without the puff
I like too much sometimes
Get toe up with the rhymes
I call all the minds to rewind all at the same time sometimes I rot in
The shot ends with stocks I bend off of it fine
The Ganja fist is soft as a dove in a glove without a rub nickel and dime
Smokers choke on the substance abuse let it loose the dragon!

Just imagine how many tons of almonds people eat every second
They flex with the murder method to check shit
I disarm the arms are garnished with weapons of War
Score the born
I morning training style braining unchaining smile
I flow file in line with the diamonds
I recline when my mind bend
I tend I like it like I like a friend I end the conversation then
Back to bed
So I can snuggle with my blankie
You don’t need to thank me
I smoke stank weed Herb Ganja
What I’m on is bomber stuff to the touch I mess up crutches
I stuff shit in the blunt and rupture in the cut
Fold off it like all often stunt to from it stun something
But nothing ever gets done except having fun

The Ganja burns down
From the Crown Chakra to the one on the Bottom
Trip gets you too high you might have forgotten
I lock then
Lock step with deep breath
Catch a puff and pass it
I relax and trip sober
I load your shoulder down with drugs
Before thugs rock steady
Ever ready to get head heat
I meet you halfway
Whatever sound you play thing you say
With no delay I reach out and change things
Strange way to behave like you do brings hard hearted
I’m martial and partial to the Grateful Dead Art Show

A homie remain down
All crews surround
I took a name out
Called death straight from Mexico crept on the Ganja so slow
My Tech My AK-47 rains down from the Heavens
I left you in a stew of shit
When I come through with the hit I brung
Rung and stung one Sun
I hung off this slung some coffees
And toffee bars keep food in jars even
I cement mix the pretense for violence
All the crowd wild in it’s true shape and form
The norm is to step up and serve a fool with some punches
Knife wounds and Bullets
Full Hit stay smooth and lit
A fool’s whole toolkit
They don’t know shit about how to fight, alright?
They tried to bite my lyrics but still can’t come near it
Why I took the hit out no doubt
You could scream and shout
And still I ain’t hearin’ what you talkin’ about

A narc shark so dark in the park
That’s lit
Pull up a chair and sit
Let’s quit this
This distance is listening to a friend here
People dead from fear
All steer around the corner
Born there with the air bloody
With money this gun heat
From complete defeat
A sheet taken from the book
A page read smooth
All the sooth
Look how you shook
You a rookie
Pass out from the hook heat
Off spoon with the instep you flex on everything
Get in the swing
You get the sting
A soldier bring fold your King
Until Gold weighed down the pockets
No one clocks riches
Unless they fix this
Thing you do
You a gun
A straight up weapon

A cocaine trip is a rush
To touch a cocaine rock
You stalk
The area after the visual rush you spoke hush
The crush is dead in the lead on meth
But Cocaine is Psychedelic
You could tell the way it hit
It leave you laced with the trip
You wrote down the record
Plate the second core with weight
I get great results on meth salts
But I want to rock the clock called rock Cocaine
Freebase a taste of the taste of it
To place the trip in a face you drip
Quick to flip I mix the crack with Cannabis
I light it up like a lamp after the amp
Man clamp onto the crew down you grew
Into the ground to make pounds and ounces
Pounces on the sacks that counts it’s fact
Black racked up points choice on invoice
I anoint a joint for the coin legal tender
Venture capital raps you pull cull the seed
Tame the bull rap this skull on meth
Crack is intact with the black act in the Mac spit
Rap rhymes lit and I’m gonna quit now
And leave it up to somehow someday someway
Any gray area be tearin’ into your brain you slain

I’m a heavyweight fitter
High temperature spitter
With two clocked heaters
And I unseat uncork bottles
To shots up fully on Waters
I clock slaughters
And you oughta owe yo!
I pull out on the Psilocybin Mushroom Ounces
I found shrooms growing in the forest
I was the poorest
Did three tours in the War just to the core split
I plurally fit the word third is lit
I’m on a trip and I can’t stop
I tick tock like a clock and still bought overpriced stocks
I shocked!
My expensive blender is a pretend kid’s play toy
Everything is shit
Eat the rich
Like Donald Trump that punk ass!
Kids be rollin’ too fast light the grass up hardcore
Import Sativa from the Tropics
Switch the topic up
From hell
Trip overdose to L relax gel and wax off fat Ganja sacks
Everyone Balls stacks in Heaven

Forget that Indica Sativa Hybrid shit
We want tree trunk thick
50 foot Sativas dank that stink
On the equator
For major flavor for the sky in danger of eye
I pop a dry well open to soak in the 3rd world
The USA too now included
I shoot bid lid flipped off this kid
I serve a task for Generation X
The infects the system within the borderline
Sure you’re fine until the next clip spill
Fully auto thought so you caught slow
Spill blood like a thug until you claim drug
I pull the rug out
Murder route serve a fountain head for spread
Fly some metal pieces to grease this with
Wounds deceased and shit fully split
The pizza
Each easier to defeat as for kegs of beer you funny there
I like that with the tear I ear to ear smile all the while
Trippin’ kickin’ back in style

I made my bones in the semi city
Santa Cruz you can’t lose in magic city
Everyone with me to trip see
I feed the need to feed the head
No murders
No wedding cakes baked with blood
No cuts that rub cats backward platinum has sword
I come forward and back my dragon is on the attack
When I sucker end life quick I see shit sick
I don’t mean to trip but I trip so I detain insane
Clock a motherfucker in the lane switching brain on me
Yo that’s the wrong move for the wrong groove
I busted moves and saw crews choose death
What’s left has the kept in step crept with slept struck tucked one
A murderer hum a tune too soon to make it spoon ring the thing
It sting in the wing I got a King on my Ace I taste all flavor taste
The stranger than ill cheeseburger refrigerated further than word yo
I burned slow all night long fed the song to flow off wrong
Plus then I smoked the bong again strong with the hits do flips and twists
I mixed the pot with nothing we don’t spark shit or start shit
We peaceful trippers from the West not wearing bulletproof vests
We ain’t cops we shock the squawks out of pigs that fly over
Maneuver close to sold brew what you do?
We get stoned true fully to the fullest with full heat at every show yo

Fools get stuck with the murder charge
That’s huge news on the Psychedelic Stoner Front!

I turn kids into paisley psychedelic ice cream buttons
Shut inside the game within slide that’s aim
I did enough Meth to cold test the fresh
I like the vibe of the tribe that get it live and thrive still but with knives
I line live I did the mind slid into outer space
Taste the place with ace up the sleeve relieve the King’s Guard
I hard on the large livin’ Thanksgiving I don’t have any children
To get drafted and killed in Wars to the core
For sport I short out I score more routes downtown
And that’s for sure now
Service with a smile
Here’s your lifetime seedlink for Ganja Grow Fine
I deceased the nine I live in line with the hand of God
That’s solve in this Order I went for the bent and sent the presence
Of the entrance fee no thanks we don’t need that
Watch your speed cat

I’m a pimp gangster I need to thank the martial arts
I charts still not drunk enough to something sum up the dragon
In the bag when the tag on wall scrawl lead to brawl
I got called by the Order sort ah to do bids for slid kids
Murder get rid of gang violence
Get everyone stoned to the bone
Clone the Ganja Phone and I roam
Across the Earth my turf I surf skate and make the greatest DJ
Of all the players
I stay yours on it to long switch the folded stench you rock it
Don’t dock into a unfortunate dude that’s rude
To skip kids in the nude on fuel that’s cool
I rule spool the wire I retired from firing guns
I Suns done it done come with the lesson I sex end the freshly slayed
Extra payed left wing stayed in power
After a shower of hours to devour the poor for the cure
That’s for sure
I fertilize with manure
Grow Ganja Plants the size of lives that gunning kids die from it Son

We goin’ triple platinum
Pack the gat and then
Soak you to the ends with blood spread all over the floor
You go to War to the core so sure of yourself
You seek material wealth
You need Triple Platinum Chains
Brains that stained with the gloss of the boss
Floated cost your ghost I wrote it
I sugar coated the kids to vote for lids of grass
Soldiers passed on after heavy Ganja smoking long
I broken strong backs
Fold and see tax
I maximum from the crap you slung brung the heat to unseat you
Fully deplete your stock dropped to rock bottom
I know you wish you had the shotgun
I puffed a lot son
I tripped too much
Saw a rush peak the dust bleak the trust you seek with the gang
Is best to left with hang with martial artists you practice with
Go relax your dick


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/08/23 11:39 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860164 - 05/08/23 11:08 PM (10 months, 5 days ago)

I got a bag of herbs crab piece
Murder deceased Red khakis on my speed
Max and bleed in the lung where I’m from is where I’m from
I shun nobody else
Rollin’ stealth on the mission
In position so just listen
I’m a crack unit
Ready to do it to it so screw hits into fools who trip
On me see for free I fiend for the drugs yes indeed
I got all the time I read the mic hype for I smoke my crackpipe
I lack Nikes in the game except I murder with the flame
Became what set trip name I came come correct murder and maim
Respect this bitch
I slit a little bag open to choke in the thick smoke and
Society is broken
Why I’m tokin’ up roll that shit up
You know herb is in the cut
I shut out thugs with my rub route
Internal Martial Arts
What it’s all about
Don’t scream and shout just tick tock rip rock the spot
With technique you can’t understand it like Greek
I clock it nine days a week

Mike coming with the putrified poisonous tongue
What it sound like?
I dice up a slice truck the ice cut twice for the nice slut
I shut out rappers
I cap your actors for backward floors on the scores for more
I don’t get sore I just pour on the hits
The only thing that solves is fists and bullets
I surely isn’t the only one dissing Christian bitches
This is the shit in God you forgiven for making these crabs listen
I dis in the stun with the fully loaded gun
I slung a jack for craps perhaps and state the facts
Blacks are targets in the marketplace white supremacists ace
I taste the shit and don’t like it
I’m psychic plus I bike bitches home while I’m stoned
I clone the phone prone to gangsters roam the streets
With no defeats I unseat the crowns
Always down to fight around
My name is Mike

I got the freeze on the antibody
Somebody shot me
Who?
It was the truest form of pure like manure
In the sewer rests the crew your mic check 1,2 er
I do your ass in the past license to flash
Off like cash
Sink my teeth in so fast
I mastered mast
I rap rhyme class let out
Without a doubt
Scream and shout
Only rollin’ with the Syndicate now
Murder Pow!
Knock em out don’t allow
The crowd to sting
Word up bring the King into this
Dis your crew remain famous so true
Like Gong Fu
Anything else to do with it screw the lids on tight
Airtight keep the buds ripe
I Mic the Mike up
Soldier said what’s up?
Like the lightning struck
I give a fuck sincerely
Shed a tear be in the rear
Where you could hear G

Until you torn
It’s the War in progress
All stop sets to top threats
Flex on the wreck you done
Murder one
Serving guns and weapons
Steppin’ to the brethren
You left in
A stew
Raps rhyme still you brew
I’m in the sign off set like the X chief of staff
Murder was the class
I took shook and booked
By the police
Thrown in Prison by the seat of my pants
Pro clean the flow scene
What I mean is I seen it
Torture for the scorch your warm you’re
In it till you score blur
Your murderer were in the plural
All over and the whole World
I surely earn keys
To burn freeze
A disease stops a skeeze from hoing bleeds
All clone in the seeds we be growing

Fuck if I care
I swear you hit the crater of the meteor impact
Jacked bitches truck suck so much
They ain’t soldier so bold you hush
Get the stuffing something like tough in the roughing up in
To begin we flow sin murder makes us Men and Women
I’ve been given a test mission suggest the difference in bitch you fix this
I’m tired of blowing off crisp make the list and dissed fools
Tools packed even and they breeze in I cement
Invent the entrance that fence forward leaning
Beaming cream in it you seem different
I steam engine gun up the sum like dump truck full of trash in the stash
For a bash they clash with the everlast
Mastering hurting someone in the ass further clasp on
Steel till the dawn how I could go on and on
I need to smoke a bong again
Drink pure Water I intend to not father kids
Why bother it’s a lost cause
I take a pause to remind us all that the Fall is coming
So clean out your plumbing for you become indifferent to the summing
You running away

First the firearm is pulled
Then the torture phone is picked up
Then you just suck at life
Knife hits the ice into cubes
Rude fools attitude so crude in the Family like Feud
I bust a move again one day
Murder on display?
No way I chill and ease in the fray
I get it still I stay well when I practice
Match this with an ass kicked
And you relax trick
I mic up a fix the type that tuck a weapon
I steppin’ with nothing
Never fronting or wanting the something that done gunning down
You hear it all around but don’t make a sound
Further astound I’m star bound with the triple crown
Murder all over town is the noun now
The frown of the clown is like a round square
No way there and stare at the maximum security prison
I envision indecision in the intent
To vent violence on the silence
I practice the style kids

End of session no question
You get left in the dark
I hit up a mark who spark an arc
And extract wealth through the modern slave trade
Market Forces lay the ground all around
For efficiency let the difference be clear
We needed it and fear of the speed you get the spear
All day long conscript you into the military
The fear then be for your life
I take a slice of life and dip it into ice methamphetamine
The dream is on cream for this team yo
Let workers keep their profit and gleam glow
I extract wealth with seamless flow
All pay heed to the flow I undertow suck a brother know into the deep end
Get him to speak dead
Language the management can’t stand it went ape shit
To pay the rent
I invented capitalism, prison and racism
I’m sexist make an incision into the Wisdom of the Ages
Pages of script prove me wrong so in a song I rendered the law
Into a jaw dropping, nonstopping volume of knock you out the box then

I eat the protoplasm
Cross the chasm with the spasm
I has em on the chuckwagon with the grand dragon of the Klu Klux Klan
Murder is who I am
I service blam
Get your word up jam
Program the Sun and
I run grands down in town
To score a pound of two of some good Ganja Grew
Grown locally the folk’ll be smokin’ up serve a key
So what’s up?
I float a tucked weapon never
I get ill with my hands forever until I sever heads off
With the blade no way I went soft
I delayed the cost to be the boss for the cross to bear
Air out the fair round town the country fair
Beware if you DARE Program student
Drugs?  We doin’ it
Don’t ruin hits with foreign influence
Just shoot it trip and movie skip the groovy
All in the nude be with lewd conduct
Got the Bomb Ganja
Your momma want some cause drama

You front on Chuckwagon Cookin’
You forsookin’ the good looking Brooklyn kid who did too
He got screwed in the game by two tame tigers
Roster liable to tribal breeds
Disease come from Weed Grass ganja toked slow
Show up on roll tuck the weapon
Steppin’ to the chef and crept in
The fully auto Mac 10
Service a blemish on the furthest Dentist
I’m a menace with the sixth sense
Psychopath eating Pork Plus Shellfish
I’m selfish with my wealth
Until my mental health busts
I thrusted my cock into a big winner
I have the entrance centered on the adventure
I tent your pot smoke hotbox
I shook the storm before warning blame and morning came
Burning in the flame I’m the same as you
The crew said I new member since December
But now I’m old school
Like Old School Vans so cool

Everyone runs away from the fully auto spray
Of the Mac 10
Everyone afraid of that gun
A murderer sung hummed a tune about the groove he get in to wet in
The Mac 10 is expensive which is irreprehensible for the sensible
Citizen model full throttle the bottle of Night Train
A name like Trump came up you get thumped by Trump Goons
Murder soon in the spoon of Fentanyl
Execute dealers with the wherewithal
We don’t go through withdrawls we brawl
Maul all the soldiers who saw Folger’s crystals
With a fist full of cash my pistol stash
Make a grip and sift the coffee
Step off me I’m the boss see
Murdering cost ain’t for free
I break your knee and make you run up a tree and pee pee
In your pants do the avalanche dance and prance
Like a load in the washing machine
My service fiend for who works this to bleed
Demon seed of the Devil’s Lettuce
Let us not forget reefer madness
The gladness and sadness it bring
A dichotomy
I got a lobotomy and now I rip rock shock with G
On a shopping spree for methamphetamine
I cream in my genes when I hear screams of pleasure
The pleasure center inventor here
Drink beer that isn’t queer

I’m martial
So I start to pull up the weapon
Death is your best friend
In Heaven I recommend you die slow
Toe to toe with foes who flow on control of the game
Locked down shocked maimed
Further stain with blood
Number one cousin of the from the program
Go sniff a gram and tell you who I am
Known as Royal Fam
Except I’m special like 38 great for X to fully wait 7 days
I Gray Alien
The same as I came in within the addition fixation sensation
On a mission for the date rape victim to get even
Seen in the room as a screw dude with rude conduct
So my bomb struck the duck
She got plucked and messed around on the ground
All you heard was the sound of boots stomping
I respect Compton and I wrong to ring your telephone
So I zone on kilos of ring grows the rose bush
Soak it Sold Kush Bomb Sticky Green
You understand what I mean when you dream
I got a fiend on the gleam for the gangster lean with a beam
Weapon all set from the gang hang wet brung the slang

I ride a Harley
Go ahead and farm speed until you bleed from the seed it grew
Leisure too I feed a fool who isn’t cool
Chris got the meth cap
Lacks in Ganja grew
Slaughter who?
He never knew his own current so he watches murder hit on TV
Bust a free seed of the Ganja Breed I take this mean
Medication is sensational when the way you pull drag off the J is all day
Soon I stay in my room and go out to play
Another day another lay back lay in bed
I’m half dead and my Rap spread until they end
I federal criminal seek the minimal oil illegal that need of wool
Slugged up and kill lumped up the Sum cut through the ice cream truck
I seen a buck
Kitchen knives and lives taken lives shaken
No fakin’ you can’t take in the blade skill
You will you won’t do it don’t screw up the hit you blew it already
Steady Freddy’ head heat up
Seat get glued stuck treat flow through lead so rule on the crew who said what to who?
This icicle is cool but I like Ganja daily
I’m not a burnout speekfreak

Here homie!
I blew you a dope headpiece to smoke Ganja through this bubbler
Just don’t fiend for s 50 piece of crack in the back with a stack
I act funny when there’s no money
Gun heat act sweet complete the treat to victim defeat the enemy
Everyone friendly in Santa Cruz
Ganja and the Trip move
You could soothe a rhythm in that place next to ace of spades
I lit up stayed lit all like 1 hit I got grit
This mic lit
All type of drugs thugs plugs for their rubs backward the Ganja sack toward
The third eye
I love to experience things high
I like the citrus
All types of taste sensations
I took a long vacation on herb
A murder heard of rarely in the square be gone round the town center air heat
In the bare beat
I love the way a beat chain up on Ganja stuck on the math soldiers felt the wrath
The dashboard raps toward sword
I don’t even acknowledge any other award
I mean they got ‘em but I ride shotgun with the hot Sun blazing
Sun-dried raisin

Copped downtown
From crosstown to sundown
Saw a stop sign
In my mind I tripped
My brains were lit
On Water
I thought your word was absurd
I heard through the grape vine
I relate on 9 vision
Indecision was the prison I was in
The stop sign said go
So I went with the flow
I knew I had to roll
I sold a folded map
In Hollywood sapped of all that’s good
Capped the roll through the stroll
Out of control
A soldier sold his soul
For pure Gold to mold in
The roll then plus on Acid LSD
The show they jammed
I had a command economy planned
I grabbed some beach sand
Knowing life was like the dice that roll
I hold a precious stone
WIth the morning come the storm and
A cup of coffee
I almost forgot my Ganja Weed
I rolled one up and flipped a sack of shrooms

I turned into the master dragon on cocaine
I had to explain to a kid that the rich go to hell
So I vandalized property
I stop and pick the lock enter the center on adventure
I hit up the hamburgers at McDonald’s
I full throttle a bottle swiggin’ rot gut on the women
In prison I had the vision to fix this thing
I swing on a chain with my brain in fire and flame
Murder maintain
I blame the game for aim of the industrial complex
My bomb effects yo momma’s sets
I wrong to X out the mark the spark a fight
I light up on the big oil
Poison the soil all Royal
I sure do puke when I eat a fruit that’s been sprayed
I grow Ganja sit in the shade and bomb bombers
I light up so much curve a word about it?
I shouted out loud did the route for bid and slid
Through the Wu into the Cream
Next dream

In a haze for days
My shop is lit up
But I don’t have the drugs!
Thugs get murdered plugs all server is love
Return the dub sack
Murder in the back of the act to relax
Flack spit out the dragon to hang ten surfing
Working the clean T-shirt thing
I burst bring a sting in the swing off the ringer
I’m an R&B Singer a dead ringer
Night time winger
Give you the finger
I have it cling here
To facts servin’ backs
My max is steady hit up ready to truck and Chevy
The soldiers Golden doors with the core for Wars
I tore into the crew with the Gong Fu
Don’t overuse violence it is base and serves a taste for blood
All of this just to scrub a brain clean
All the trippers know what I mean

Took a brain scan and
Released the Golden Fleece of the Greece
Ancient Greeks were meek
They couldn’t take a seat
They suffered defeat
My brain scan was inspired by Greece and
I axle grease relax the piece
Murder was each crew thug stew
Gangster grew on a brain scan
Suffer suntan on the Islands and
I smoke Sativa now
Drive a Beamer how I gleam Platinum Diamond encrusted time again
This light does bend
Tremendous defensive tactic array on rap display
I service any way a fool play
We need trip and drugs
Thugs get in the way
On Christian display is an array of violent measures
Treasures scored in the War Torn
Israelite born of scorn
Washed up on the shore and
It’s six in the morning
Damn!
I need another brain scan

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860176 - 05/13/23 07:08 PM (10 months, 4 hours ago)

Knowledge of the Legendary Weapons!
Fools guess in it
Internal Martial Arts of China to feel stick the zeal split with the deal in the mix
I trick a stash robber jobber clobber slobber off the mop heard third and gardener
Harm is blur murder occurred at the twist and turn loop of the scoop
Your shit is poop
I don’t stoop
I drive a Lex Coupe
I super Duper but only root for the team that isn’t into stashing the lashing
Bashing in heads and dashing till you see red
In the Federal you need Medical help
I’m not OG in Internal but I learned over the past 15 years
Steer clear of the External
Infernal that burn slow through disease
I shred cheese on the pizza
Meet more to score the leap roar and pour on Warfare-Like tactics
Up to back split the knack written snack for actors
I Max more than most exist in true form
I don’t get pissed
I could list all the problems
But I solved them
I got involved in Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi
In 2008
I love reading, speeding and studying Buddha, Hindu and Eastern Philosophy

We got the formula
All the undertow release to pull in your East Wind in the Ocean
I potion lick the dish soap clean the dish released
Each easy freeze seed to bleed it
Mexican mean crap? 
I take my speed back
We used to crack the Ganja sacks open and start tokin’ on sight
Polite bright in the light under flight I might just
Bust you edit you lead it through give credit to
The medical crew who saved me
Amazed me with the seed of Bomb Weed
Herb Ganja need heard through the drew drawn fog and smog
Of the City ain’t pretty
Itty bitty kids slid through as Each East Wind grew
I release true as the brew feast and slew
A bunch of dudes overly rude
I got clipped and told to accept it
Never snitched a murder hitched to curvature of the Earth server burner
I got it turn slow and glow like shot up patrol turning Gold again
Told crews when you use and abuse fluid to do it
I screwed in the truck to pluck a duck flightless
Your bitch itch might stitch up your cut
Your anus enflamed thus

They say Mike!
You so therapeutic!
I do it to it
Open a new account at Green Dot Bank
I serve a shank one day to shank myself until I spray blood all over the place
I hit a dude’s face and it broke
His nose got folded and Gold rid myself my pockets of poverty
A nighttime G
My service free
I hurt you see
What works is the Ganja Tree
I don’t jerk off and ski low
I bleed slower than expected so I wreck tricks call crews Mexican immigrants
My hands rinsed of the blood now
Still I serve a murder heard it further than the glow on the Ganja Herb
Word up
I crave the Psychedelic
A Rave, all night dance and my wife I melt in her arms
She shells me all night with kicks weapons and magic tricks in seconds I was smitten
I ain’t never split with no chick and it’s written
Royal Fam takes the high land!

I drew swords through a brain I got I shot shit
I roll with 10 clips
I got a style that’s ill
I do it different don’t want to kill
Other Masters
Some rap forward then back
Curve a slack Jack
I hit up in the rough
To dust trust that
We rollin’ fat now
Don’t have a cow
It’s central to the style
To live in the small farm town
I like to light up on the clowns at the rodeo
I fill in slow until I blow pipes
A lot of Masters don’t do it right with weapons
My weapon set an extension of the threat
I buried the hex in the scary graveyard
All hard on the boulevard
I got charred by the flames
Drew in a lane that’s fresh chain
And blew out the brains
To the next claim of Master
Just when disaster strikes
Light up all the lights

Blue shoulder
Off of folder
Hack job!
Blew the mob up and stopped trucks from running guns over
I loving heavy truckers
They bad ass
To clasp onto the back of one fast is my dream
To escape the scene
I smoke major Green
But never sniff methamphetamine
Or smoke crack
My favorite trucker is a black man
I sold on the plan to Gold and Platinum stance
Blew my chance to rancid
Hank slid the fifty crib in Thrifty lid of grass
Coming to pass Ganja was a blast
I’ve been sober 20 years
With no fears
I love to chill and drill for tears
Release rears and sear
It’s gun heat here
In the building
We got some little children
And elderly about to killed in it
Assisted Living

Stale steel
WIth 12 pack venom for real
Afraid of their shadow they sad so I slang roll to them to control hold on ten seconds
Let’s not flex for just ten seconds a rest for this weary worker who hurt murk murder
I server fiend all beam beamer for the cleaner to seem your read reader
Red Redder than Deadheader
I’m leather treasure the sponge tight feather light whatever
I get measure of the bread for the circus I hurt in this game
Suffer pain and exclaim how I remain is to come claim set roll through the game
Murder maintain all the lane I roll through stroll through
Get flagged down and sold Blue I hold crews
I Gold through and through
Dirty don’t insert the key into me and flee
Punk ass G
You act like a Gangster bitch
I rich beyond belief I like to smoke sweet leaf
For goodness Grief!

Sniffing Yayo
All days below the heights if sights that fade you slow
You became so rolled out steel cold no doubt
For real I blow brains out
To hold and South come from around downtown
I soldier of fortune found in the portion to scrounge through
Rounds grew in size realize the Gold that’s in your eyes is styles
Came through with the blame whose name drew
Attract attention the ascension is of the mentionable
Created styles that quench the thirst to the rehearsed for church of vegetable
Several sold their soul to cold
Reprehensible the vent that most take make mistake and screw up
As of late you could find murder spinning on the plate
I’m drinking Water till the date
Feeling the hate bouncing around the hate crime is all over stop on a dime
Mass shootings
Give people the drugs they need so they could be freed!

The Soldier defines all adrenaline
And who could spit it better than Veteran?
Letter then to spread it thin
I win the bomb threat to skin lawn clipping in the thing
Stock trip the swing some people bring
I roll the rink slow in the clink until I sink and speak
I peak I reach the seat of the event
Sent to bleach brain Heaven sense your means and ways they went
I’m bent
I got it in the pen to second guess the win
Soldier my friend
I have to recommend training
Get the aim in the stain blood red
What you mean you mend wounds?
Soon as the tombs released all greased up to lead duck the truck
As fuck you could get it luck to bled
Further spread of the carnage tarnished the World to no end
Yes the War got in the core of the people
No sequel needed
Your souls read it the papers
Or get shot up on the street by crews the major league

Feel a peace of mind
Knowing you reclined for all the days relax unwind
Mind diamond signed in to ten spread the head about
Gemstones on the route bled the microphone is in the clutches
Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this
I rough this up
I like to clip a pickup truck
I stuck in the Wounds
Pick up on fumes
And release cartoons about the speak they Greek sold your seat
Busted meet the trusted deplete rusted tools that feature fools like me
I rock a G and I know it
I phone home shit
It’s the bonus round
All around you found clones of the pound click
Pistol whipped sound it’s the starbound for the ground it take
Flake off like Peruvian Flake Cocaine
I like my chain I got already
Just imagine all crews flow steady
Get the Mexican head heat and this end trees to smoke?
No way!
We toke Sativa for years at our Gas Station!
We think Global and take the Vacation!

Fools come through in the Murder stab drag their victim
In chains they stick them
They get evicted tenant’s sentence is a quick one
I six gun defend the Sun on all Universal bound
On no pound I don’t lounge
I’m Iron Chef I got to hot spit the left blow they crept up slow
Thinking patrol all this hold on
I sold pawns for Breakfast checklist
Lunch and Dinner yep I skip the sinner’s last breath
Folded meth up got my head stuck in the doorway I slay
I turn decay into fresh suggest a lot of meat
I serve you sheet I busted cleats remain in heat it’s
The reading shit seeding strips for feeding trips
I got the list I exist as a play to stay up all day and night
I don’t fight
I get flagged down for holding crown
Serving soldier found my technique speak for itself
Come in stealth bomber
No wandering monk sunk this chump ass to run fast
I gun blast coming from the stash I got the cash

We all love the Old Dirty Bastard
He held it down kept it real
All his service was worth it I hope to some spoke
I know it
I broil on the spot and fold fifth
I sick in the limp trick device
Live mice vs. Big Men
I cut a ten spot of pot to offer the Gods
Pull out Wads of Cash
I savor my lettuce
Just my head bust
I dusted it
Rusted a bit
Not!  A lot
Got a fit that others quit offa
Still ODB holds it down proper
The nonstopper
Like clockwork I hurt in the pain
My soul aches for the Gold I did told you about down South
Murder Motor Mouth sits on the couch a lot
All soldiers got shot trying to cold split the spot
I got shocked
Like time forgot don’t forget you still hot and in debt ceiling
Peeling back layers
It’s all the flavor you could savor big entertainer

People now only light up doobs
They miss the zip, the lamp, the amp
I people’s champ on the sample
Canceled my credit card to go hard on a boogie night
I could see a creature still in sight in tight
In mid flight
I scared the shit out of the type of person who never worked ends
I seen a cap son
I got the gun and on the run
I love walking the trails
Get my horse never fails
Sometimes I bail and straight street
The cops can’t see me anyway
I heat up every day on beans when I smoke weed
Yo that’s what I need
I hate the greedy dealers
Seedy Weed spots drug overlords
Got scored in some strange places
Why the fuck you think we about face this?
With Ganja legalization?
I’d love to take a vacation and spit the sensation
I make the take and break the thing each stake a makeshift
Spendthrift type gun heat that run the street

A wild wizard what is it
To float digits and make the sum?
Threaten Sun to step in the clouds that come down
I could Gold Crown a kid that slid
I bust a cap in the ass but I don’t like to blast
I got a soldier off the map
Heard they captured the enemy and killed them steadily
Bed will be nice on ice
I get a large slice of melon for the felonies I commit
I could go to prison forever
For instance I’m a martial arts treasure
So I kick back on my leather couch
I just copped an ounce of some good blow
Soon I score a kilo if it’s the real gold
Super Sweet I’m an herbalist and greet each patient
As they station in my place where I make the ends to practice medicine
I to the letter then
I mix up the potion and soak in the spread
Half dead
A murderer fed the hamburger
I serve a good hamburger and curve the word out the murder
I serve a murderer further than far out
I cancel clowns all day
And ignore society’s decay

Sword skills aren’t important any more
You could score a gat and tore right through anyone with the gun
So I feel comfy teaching sword sets no fronting I collect respect
For one wing I in the Sun singing
Hinging offa bet
I run the threat out
I could flush a gang
Rush a hang
Cold crush with slang
This murderer rang on me
So I stand cold
Remove their old school
I bust a rule on a fool
I cave in their cool whip
I pool of blood if it comes down to it
It depends on the threat
I like to inspect students
So I don’t get no one ruining the peace
That exists in my school in the East Wind
It’s a sin to spread venom when anyone could end up a murderer
But like I said before
We got nuts with guns shooting everyone
That’s why I make this Sum







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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/17/23 04:48 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860198 - 05/17/23 07:23 PM (9 months, 27 days ago)

Roses are red
Violets are gay
Your posts are too long
What else can I say


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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #860199 - 05/17/23 08:13 PM (9 months, 27 days ago)

I had a dream to serve a cream
Curve and it soften often lead
To disease in the liver sift several left overs
From last night to the package bright
And it last until it’s tight
I mix mighty magic into bite size tragic
I gots to have it or I’m flabbergasted
By the past kid
My mask skid off the Fast bids I get rid of shivers from overdoses
Come close it’s easier to see who be me on this beam I lend G intend
To freeze all disease and ailments I prevail bent off the rail sent
Invent the stain blood red that spent on 20 sacks of meth in the flesh
You could get the rest in your head and fed with the track attract men
Mostly they hardcore to the West to the East Coast see
And Globally most smoke will be imported one day
They have a need for speed overture they slay on tracks that play
No laughs in the gaff I tax over wax maximum rap that stung
I gun a slum up just like a dump truck I from it something slut that nice cut
I slice twice and ice strut down the block rolled dice last night probably
I’m constantly seeing freeing the mind unwind with bikinis solved in kind
I real inclined to eat a dime sack now but I wait for the vision
And then take it to the kitchen

I specialize in insight formulas of herbal medicine for martial art and Chi Gong!
I like to long stroke the folk off before cost to pay the boss is softened by the gloss in
This rock cocaine spin the tops in flame what’s the same is the bid the taste the skid
I lift the lid and dig into formula X I don’t share it on the set cause murder bet
I further grip the tech so serve a non herbalist verbalist abuse twos and threes
Disease come in many forms the norm is to squeeze the trigger figure that
Rollin’ fat mold in cat’s rap that sap the strength I enhance with dance the jig
Country I funk flee the seed of the square dance bleed breeds out the indeed route
Of about to roll down on crews that always lose I choose herbal medicine
As my profession in the game of fame and fortune
I torch in it and circulate chi inside of me and others
We all brothers of battle so I saddle up and rattle clucks of the ducks
Bucks busted off trusted flustered and can’t cut the mustard cuss word

I welcome you to step up to the stew become an action herbalist
I’m in the past tense some of the best herbs are illegal unfortunate
Mushrooms LSD, Psychedelics like these are the best to see
I clock G I rocked a P off a notch in a belt that clocks C words
Murder just blurs for those who haven’t seen
I rock a dream for the team plus to clean up and lean on martial art
I take no part in hard styles any longer
I’m stronger and 3 prong your current you do murder hit
Servin’ fit
So many problems I chill with Internal Chinese Martial Arts
I’m a weapon specialist I detect the slip up on non Veterans
My spread lead of the bullets I should pull hits on crews
You snooze you lose it’s all in the shoes plus 22 clips
I cruise on fuels of all types master murder but psyche for challenger
Valiance burn those who don’t got it
You could shotgun hit the stop the threat and top the set
No sweat I lead a let the people be violence I’m silent

The meth cap didn’t make it like he naked
I clasp the Dragon and Crane when up in black smoking flame
The game rocked the name clocked
Meth gives you wings I sings
Ganja got the pigeon wings I’m farmer of the Ganja
When it’s legal in the Bahamas
I made great riches
The order gonna pick me up
And lit the seat stuck
The meth cap thuds into things
His wings are brutal
Gross motion on the potion of adrenal
Motion on the Coat when the Ganja floats in
I soak the sin out the cleanse the lens
Too much venom with people!
Let’s not catch a sequel please fool
I lead the cool kids into the prisonless prison
Seeing the being spread deadhead
We could see as code red the flames murder instead
I blame the curvature for servin’ sucka ducks up
I lead a dump truck in the landfill to kill
Bury the bodies until resurrection with the connection

Gettin’ toasted on your Gold fold the fifth up
I’m lit struck the nick knock the clock stop
I top I sock the slip rock Pro Keds
Coat in the meds I bled soaked
Wrote the vote shows the Hos down whole town
Rolled in oats I show it to snow hit the most bitten
Least common bombing run
Sum the Suns and your guns from the Hung Hang em
Sag pants advanced venom with the Denim Jacket
The hack spit up poodles snip hope for noodles
To spread the lead I head in the Federal Agent
Flagrant violation the station like Canadian Bacon
I flake in the sake of men rakin’ moons like James Bond
All the pond I dip in to the kitchen that stitch in the rich kids
I flip lids soap make me slippery all the vote for victory
End of story with the born heat I greet
Any soldier’s fleet we was both dead meat

Good Italian Food leaves me in a good mood
You don’t got the good ingredients you might as well eat a takeout pizza
Each root for Shaolin Suit I loot the place in Sicily
For the taste of the fresh catch fishy
I switch be up to sticky
Green Indica buds
Reminding me of the mud I came from
This lane sprung up on so many
I’m so friendly but everyone scared of the air they breathe
I don’t mean to deceive
But I got the tricks up my sleeve
Magic fantastic I time travel charge it on my plastic credit card
I live so large I far reaching heat seeking thing sweet death that pecked
Like a bird I heard on the song I wrong to coat strong with hope
For man the vitamin is tighter than the plan I flip flight again
Spread my wingspan
With the dope suntan I scan the land as a fan of the average folk
Smoke Shop got the dope product now
You could serve Cow plus they allow Pork in New York City
I’m shifty I run naked through the city
Get up on stage now you with me!
I strip tease like sleaze catch the dance disease
I got real Gold and Platinum Keys

Crack Cocaine!
She magnetized me for decades!
Her cool, cool flavorful sweet taste
The height is the chill
No smoking with anyone ill to chill with
I real with the Gong Fu!
I practiced with a broom
After smoking a 60 piece
I love crack so much I stuff the rocks in my pocket
I stalk it
The streets I walk on after I’m gone
No one knows how long she flow on
You want another hit?
I seen fools getting lit for days
Crazed by the way she amazing!
Crack Cocaine is blazing in a pipe right now
Let a soldier show you how
Got that 5 0h double up
Been trouble to some
I never seen nothing but bubblegum
I run the sum
On anyone
Who hasn’t cracked it they rap tricks
I max on bitch smoking toking weed indeed
I love a blunt after a session
Crack is better than methamphetamine

We pick the shrooms
We hit up cacti
We don’t play die in the head
The gray matter
Don’t batter women
Or swim in the blood of men again
Every age that tend to end the Psychedelic
Leaves me as a true lasting relic of the fellowship
I hell a whole lotta love with the death grip
This clip did flip
Everyone sip the blood
Murder mud on the stick
Quick to lick up thick cut
I sick but I trick
HAHA!  Magic
No I had bitch I glad I itch
I matchstick light up
The type slut that dyke but
I like the hype on the wiper blades in heavy rains
It stains the lady all crazy
Everyone in a haze be all phase 3
In a maze of trees
Caught the disease as a young kid
I slid in permanent for learnin’ it
I love burnin’ trip in the sip of the
Blip on radar gone in a flash of the weapon

I trip for the Alien Invasion
Greenhouse Seeds from Bangkok to Amsterdam
I wrote the plan up so you could know what’s up
I don’t float a coated duck
I voted struck by the Sativa
Everyone’s dream its the lean in that Buddhist land
It serve Buddha and Freemasons
To lace the place with good buds from the spaceship
Don’t quote cuts you outer space with the ace flipped
I grace nip a bud off a stalk and walk
I don’t like to talk to DEA
They make me sick every day
Legalize in the USA!

Mad murderous checks off the torch
Sets bets left the death off a left hand death blow
From heel to toe
I real in control
I solid my soul call it
I don’t give a fuck about my wallet
I follow the spirit on the trek the quest
To get the best Cannabis
Call it Ganja and damn I need some bomb right now
If all the murderers allow
We’d legalize for real Worldwide
Stop hiding the riding on the tides bring in the
Big Waves
Surfing is a craze

They say Mike!
You haven’t been drinking a lot of Water lately.
That’s cause I been hittin’ up the cash route.
Word?  Plus you got the gun?

Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
All the more reason to cause Manslaughter
I heat up into lizard freak
I write a cold sheet on LSD and Water
I hit up Ecstasy
Some flex to be the greatest
I hate shit that isn’t Water
I slaughter
Homicidal Man of War
To score the torn Dragon
Stag in the bag when
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water

Coalesce all the Water Vapor
Nothin’ can save yah!
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
I’m drinkin’ Water tomorrow
All sorrow like salt over the shoulder
I pole vault over a Soldier
I from Ancient Rome and Greece
I have a habit of busting the teach
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
I tossed your offer into the trash
I folded up all rolled Platinum into the stash 1 Sun
Plus I pack the Gun

I manifest a Water verse
Like it’s nothing ill to rehearse
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
Every burst of energy comes from everything that be
The Chi
Chinese taught me Water
I lit up and felt the struck of the pulse
On impulse I did it
With no hits of the reefer stick!
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
Every drink
Makes me thirst for more I drink Water

How good is your sword fight?
My word is white lightning
The lightning stripe thing
I always ring the bell
All hell breaks loose
In the noose I dwell
All through this element
Of the relevant
You can’t meditate during combat
Unless your drawn facts come from it straight
The sword and spear
Things like this near
I handle double blades in all shades of color
I sulfur up the once word is struck they get thrown off
By the boss straight tossed into the lost and found bin
I been around been to the ground and back up
This rap struck a note
I coated practiced loaded I strongly hope all the bomb indeed
Try some speed methamphetamine
I know my herbs so I throw curves
Of drugs and thugs don’t understand the brand
Steady I know the deadly
I’m not readily available to share information with the World
I hold the Globe all is told strolled through the fold

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860221 - 05/20/23 01:49 PM (9 months, 24 days ago)

I write some hood shit
Some good shit
Flat footed Indian quick to run up and stick you with the Tomahawk
I seen a lot of fools chalked
How I walk takes into account the constant homicide
Don't see my crew glide
I put it down hardcore for the tribe
No one knows how the game is on it's toes
Still the same
I don't flow I gush
I'm a crew dude who plush
WIth the smooth move
I groove

Hardcore boiling
Come with the soil tech
My plants grow to the sky and sky high me
I light up trees grow them and breeze
I show men with disease on their shit
No license I flow like Mike Tyson bust your lip
My brain drips through the lane with crew
What you gonna do?
I stay true to the game
From Gangster I came
I still be hittin' up flame
I get all in the grain
Deep lanes of heads
20 cars bled some bullet scars off the bled

It’s a street brawl creepy crawl
Creatures left your each your I sprout wings
Come Kings offa swings blades and sticks
Light some lit
Kickback Layback shit the set don’t trip
I light it flip
The tight clip
The gun could rip at any second
Flowing who flex in the murder word you served
Catch a curve on that ass
And murder in the past your task was further in the stash
Of Herb I smoked so much heard through the bird I skirmish
I hurdle jumping trick stomping All with this walking
I talking some shit to your face then ace
You outta place and can’t stand the taste
Stay in your place bitch

All water and smoke chokes through the lungs
The chi really connects on LSD
A check and see reflex that be mundane
Base and in the lane for flame
A murder maintain the server
$100 bill curvature
Further I head uh some other trips
Yo run that clip back!
And sit with a sack and your woman
A woman shouldn’t ruin a trip all flew this dip
Like Dip Set did I screw off the lid inhale
And take some out to bail on the set
Prevail overcome the threat and step to the stale
I got rails to jail for the way all the stall in the lane
Simple and Plain we get brain
Sticks with the claim on riffs tracks lit who is to blame?
Everyone slain and the wax that stain deep through the soul
Ganja means rock and roll some jazz some rap
Fully loaded auto caps in the gats

Who could get more drugs?
I overdose on bloods
They call them slobs to do the jobs on them
But a lot of bloods claim set and then rep for real
I know some bloods and crips
Gangsters grip the steel
A lot of Gangsters don’t understand how the tank forward
Straight
Late a G
He got deceased
The khakis creased
Overgreased with the lube job
All flew a slob’s head off his shoulders
He tried coming bolder but instead
Got bled
It’s the Gangster Crews servin’ fools

Everyone needs the 420 vision
That vision is perfect
You collect respect
With hippies and all kinds of freaks
A lot of people did it illegal
We seem to be legalizing
It’s not surprising to find a lot of pot around
I release once hit the ground to take it to town
Get down dance all the sound I’m star bound
I check with the nouns, verbs, adjectives
We doin’ this big
A lot of people figure
Well no one will pull the trigger
But there’s no trip you been warned
If you can’t score trip
Try smoking your whole eighth get a grip
I know it’s an overdose for most
Make you comatose
You asked for it
Trip and you get your ass kicked on the floor just the same
We make product in this day’s dope game

Who got that gat shot out the lights
Flow on flights
Air Nikes Techs and Sweats AKs Mac 10s and hand grenades
All this for blades?
We stabbin' crews for days
Each one straight with the plate spins
Dig in the crates...  That's my jam
Old School!  Turn it up and
Get me some Gin and Juice
I loose on the floor
You could already tell I been born to rebel
Against the government
A walking Psychopath and I'm lovin' it
Grip the rubber grip
Crip dipped a trick for me but I skipped the ho
Then told the story

A ho needs no introduction
I got the punch in the face
By the bitch Stacy
For not taking her to Macy’s
Then I graced the record labels with fat cables
Willing and able
I turn the tables on a ho
Been to the store to get me some porn
I saw some shit that make me sick
I saw a dude on a dude
It was hella bad to see that shit lit
I scored a fifth of an eight ball of Yayo
Sit in the plain clothes
Then I threw on my attire
I’m on Fire
I spot a tire tread skid mark fled ho
To go

My shit is back by aim
Slip your watch snatch your Platinum Chain
Been all in the fame and fortune
Goin’ round corkscrewin’ bitches
Takin’ switches off
Rip bitches raw
Flip jaws
Trick all that you saw
The law is all I call
The name
Certified flame in the insane
Flip the skid and came
With the trip
Equipped to rip
My brain drip out the skull
You so dull and full of shit
I lit on tracks spin on wax
Feel head cracks with the tax
Certified maximum

With the sealed stack of cash
All soldiers smoke your herb down to ash
You could last with a gasp on your face
Freebase some Freebase Cocaine
Explain in the lane down the drain
Some crews claim this or that
But when the name comes
That’s when it’s rap
To take the sack out the pocket
Roll one up and Rock And Roll
Your soul is grown
You have flown many flights
Many nights I’ve seen city lights
I like the red and white stripes on the flag
A murderer flag a rag and hang with the gang
Slang came
Down the lane of death in step with the chain
That’s slept death is left with the X mark
All chalk up the talk but it’s rock solid
Whatever you call it

I clip down haste
Put your mud in the face
Any crew taste
With the ace I just last place them
To make sum I break come with the skate hung off the plate brung
The weight sacks
Let’s all get high in the crew that don’t die
Except at the end
Defend intense
The entrance is a death sentence
You left in this
Spaceship
Remain stripped
Feel flipped I ripped
Off the stage turn the page
Sages of the ages flavors dangers up
With stranger cuts
I take bets plus
I make bread cuss roast the whole coat slipped into the hole that deep
Creep with the peep nightcrawl on some reefer
Feature the East Wind a teacher that speaks blur
I reach curve
Slurred the speech that you heard
Do not disturb

Flipped you a sack
You got a heart attack back in black with the fat stack
I’m used to it fluid
I do hits up the unscrew lid off the jar of par Ganja tar earwax
Hit up the fear tax the beer and stacks of Platinum
Rap some done in the back I flack a enemy
Ten speed bike and Hennessy
Everyone flee when they notice me so focused
I broke tricks with the coping mechanism
In prison you see the vision
Get the hit end to befriend the kitchen attendee
I defend G off the mend with keys
I skeez a ho all bleed till you flow
Heel toe
Real old growth forest
Spotted Owls and porous Earth
Rich serve a stitch and mix up the fix
Tracks still in fact murder mapped the jacked
Have a knack to clack weapons

I got a spearhead warhead
To score red blood
Really fast grasp the shaft of the weapon
I don’t take steps in the check win
Every time
A gun pulled it’s crime on the mind to find the gangster
All shanks pour blood you in the cut
Get service what?
Heard of a slut and a nut job
Robbed of the corn cob pipe fully swipe the pot stash
Murder coming up fast serving lunch money
Nothing funny when you run the street
Each day of the week I speak freak
Busted sheets of spread
Murder in the head
Thoughts of death I’m obsessed with flex on fools
Check with some tools Mic Check 1,2
Screw that I roll a rap
Folded sweater with the gat in it relax
I take care of shit
Like a soldier I flip the stats
Come with traps maximum
You just stepped on one
A Vietnam Vet sweated the job so I fully heat up the dawn sunset
And then X the money bet
It’s funny to see a fool step
I got the rep to still and say jet out the place
Do an about face the crowd
Pump it loud
Murder is all in there around
Gangsters coming with it now

All I need is a small cup
I be straight on the cut then
Stalk the Streets Walk on Beats
That eat gangsters up
I like a slut bitch who bend over immediate
I like her tits and ass
I love to flash a ho in slo mo
I smoke some dro then do it to her fast
I pump up that plastic rubber spastic
I matchstick light up the gasp type of hos you want some mo of
I sho nuff bluff a ho into to drinking in my 64
I slip the door open then stroke her like the US Open
The word is spoken
Plus the set is broken I busted trust that fact cold up that rap
Pull in the clasp of guns sum number one
I fully gun up the streets
Scare the shit out of kids Ghost
The most you coast to coast

After a thorough study of herbs and illegal drugs
I don’t want that thug shit
I want the crack cocaine lit
Smoking on it slit in two what crew you knew
Who skew all the raps track that stack money with the gun heat
People acting funny
Too sweet with the complete unseat the double deed
Pipe some weed maybe but crack drives me crazy
I like a maze of phrases that stays crews in check
The doo doo flex came with the hex birdies snap necks 7:30
I learned heat come complete and correct or you get inspected
Wrecked my Tech ripped my AK dripped all blood off the Lynch mob
I a cinch on a slob I fully throb hearts
Make martial arts your home
It’s all you clone in the all alone
Crews frozen when they see you
Bleed true as your Ganja seeds grew then



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/21/23 12:21 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860224 - 05/21/23 11:08 PM (9 months, 23 days ago)

Made clean cash twice
Now I rot diamonds on my rings
Spoken things soak in skin
Float this win
Begin
Hope the king doesn’t sting
I vote for the swing
Music
Two in a bench mark
Fully dark out the spark
Pull up like a shark
In the ocean of motion
I so in the skin
Vote to say when
I got the ahem.
Clear my throat…. The lens
Like the bends you get
The breaks me make
No mistakes allowed
I got a pound of Ganja
Yo mama wants it
I vomit on the wrong inch of flex
Tense this Mexican Cess?
Never that the stash is green
High grade
All we need to make blades
Drops and sprayed the crops
To increase the weight of the tops
High grade on blades

I crop a Iron Wire you expire on
I lit up core
Saw poor folk
Smoke a loc out
I don’t give a fuck
I smoked so much
I felt the head rush on crack cocaine
The Space Aliens above sold meth
So I copped a half gram
Snorted it and
Trained till the sun came up the next day
That was my introduction into the function of the Snake
Up the spine don’t shake
Make it or take in the see you then again
Release a ten piece?
We always half gram and slam
I got the lamb of Christ
Sacrifice on my Gold
All I sold all I told
I came through cold chillin’
Picked Wild Shrooms!
Felt the boom of the large consume
Spread a rumor that
I didn’t have the gat
But would roll you flat
If you attacked the homies
A cool Wu head gets lonely

For practice
I take a cactus overdose
I like coming close to specs of insanity
For hours and hours
Oh can it be
In the plan of the Universal jam to free the freedom Joy To The World!
When I hit up the OD
You can’t flee G
You come hit
Oh snap!
You did it now the gun clap like pow!
Murder how you all in it to go further
You powerful
You gonna tower over the trip
Until you blip the peak
Speak of reeking of cannabis
Now the cactus speaks
Man it just peaks and peaks
Multiple slopes coming up
Holy Smokes for the tokes
Ganja heavy
I like a truck Chevy
Man I wasn’t ready for that blast
The next time I want the cold cash and rhyme
Dash a crime is to sign it done deal
Before you wax the seal
It gets real bro
Ride it out
No doubt further max on the burner

The seed you sow
The Ganja it grow
Higher till you get phat smoking that
Turn it into black
Roll a Rap
Superhuman in fact you capped
Murders mapped up around
People end up on the ground
You didn’t hear a peep come from me
Someone tried to key me G
And I didn’t do nuthin’ to nobody
I might have to grease
Release some fools from their meek
Existence
Rap and go the distance
Practicing weapons
Most defenseless
Get fenced in
Soldier to win fold your ten spot up
We like our product
Shell shocked and strong buffed
In the cut
I did crazy stunts
Things people couldn’t believe
I shrugged it off
Like nothing up my sleeve

It’s the flow
Fatal transitioning of the toe up
Death blow cut with slow ride
Inside I collide with myself
Mental stealth
Release the hell
I’m on bell duty
All fruits I eat are sweet
Ripe and in season
Freezin’ in the Winter
Call me master splinter
I fin to get in here
Steer clear of traps
Fully auto
Slaughter thought so
I below the belt
Welt from the strap
Beaten blue and black
Curve and that’s a fact
Death blow and you swerve
Keep under control
Sold your soul
All the Rolex
I fold text the program is sex
Told in the jam your best friend and
Got one less friend
Damn!

All is you fold head you told red
X city bled
A buck fifty
Thrifty with the cuts nifty
All slice be ice
Frisbee
Roll dice
King me
Hold twice
The thing be
Hinging on squeak
Creak busted a freak
Must it be bleak?
I murder crews a piece
Got the East wind blowing
All knowing eye
Sowing seed till you die
Ganja seed
Don’t even try
I don’t deny getting high
Wets the eye up
From dry scuffed
As mind flux
Murder in the Klu Klux Klan
Got the jam for the slam
The program
That sold fam
A fat ass gram

I love the Wild Wilderness
Sneaks a headache in to make the mistake
You red blood and at it again
No way to make it break
Fake and I’m shakin’ on the plate
Fate skid the haters to latersville
Jump on the scene until
My cap kill
I bust a lil’ fucker
This motherfucker here isn’t queer
Or anything
Except my gun ring
Yo I flow a thing like Country Music Singers
Beginners get the wing dingers
Off of lingers
Chicken fingers
All day R&B with Marvin Gaye
My song play out the fades
On radio waves
Broken into chunks and lumps
Serve a sucka somthin’ from the trunk
A lyrical punk can’t dunk it
My spunk hit the front bet
Rollin’ Soldier told yah not to shoot off a shoulder
I roll boulders away from my burial place
So I could resurrect like Christ
Fiend for it and in check
On some ice
I get respect when I grip the device

Another lightning verse
Of the burst
Pull up the hearse
You cursed with thirst for drugs
Machine Guns
Plugs that sum up fronting
You wanting to kill and ill
It isn’t chill until
You grab a machine gun
Something still in the mind
Relax rewind
I serve dimes and nicks?
Never that
We weight on the plate
With mad variety
Herbal so don’t try to be
An ace in this place
Murder defaced you
Laced your whole crew in the stew
These raps like brew
You swig it fidget and die
Throw up a digit if you sly
Don’t ask why
I shy an eyelash blush makeup
I rake for the fake to stuck it
Later skater
Don’t be a hater

It’s the electric thermos!
Who burns with this?
Light up the peaceful hippy herb
Do not disturb
Sex might be taking place
Or arranging flowers in a vase
Whatever your taste in life
Gangsters gonna roll the dice on you
Kill you whole crew sipping brew
Be lewd and crude and spit in your food
Live you the shoot shot gun talk jive
You can see it the way they walk
I don’t night stalk
I light hawks up
I need more drugs
I love smoking buds
But heavy toking thugs are rare
So I keep it down to a bare minimum
Be spittin’ a hippy verse
When I saw I cursed the slay the works
Back in the day I slayed
First after the gun burst
You could eat dirt
I make combat work
My shirt leather
And I never forget the Psychedelic Weather

I just made a few switches in a cold dragon dance
Later!
I advanced.
People have plans to practice
I applaud all who saw the War
To score you before
The lore you in for
Is the rip roar
Dip more in the War when
A soldier fold men
All told it’s the end
Of the distance
Existence
Extinct incense burning
All rap crews are churning
I get a herniated disc when I do the twist
Light up my wrist a bit
If you for real you seal up a Vet
Rollin’ Techs
Respect the Vets please
I diseased topic
Steez is hip hop trip
The eye socket lift you locked it
Got popped one in your noggin’
For stock bend the volume defend
I send lyrics recommend
Internal Chinese Martial Arts
I pull apart a hard style MC
From the Wu Tang
I true hit up the thang
And then kicked back and sang:
I LOVE TO GET EXERCISE!

Everyone could use a few sheets of LSD
Writing poetry
Smoking trees
No disease from fleas and skeez
Right this reinstate reels of tape
Make America Great Again
The lesson expended profession
Tended to end it there
No major player
Throwing their hands in the air
Lighting up squares
Truth or Dare!
Does you dare come near?
Tell the truth are you ruthless
Do you bodybag and stock up some mag?
Murder in the flag of the Union
Red and White stripes consumin’ some
Bruise you brung
Flew a hung fool off his lung at school
Smoking Ganja by the pool I chill
Exchange for $100 bills
I write until the night turns back into day
Time slips
Rhymes drip
An illegal style compiled by the Mikey Neides
Gets inclined to go hardcore with War
Tore the arm off and now I score another harm darn stuff like charm inc.
That’s I.N.C.
We got a lot of rare disease to freeze
No one needs to hear it but they can’t come near it

Cascading clashes of water freezing flashes
Real Water off your rocker talk there training explaining
My brain in the lane to sing
I King I wing tip I defend ends recommend commencement of the practice
I back this up with struck lead you deadhead
I sped up the fled on the red fire truck
Fiend a duck for a stuck pig
Release all your hid grease smoke a lid of grass in one class
Ask your local rapper to chapter sworn you get torn
I was born in the fires of rage turn the page
A great sage said anyone with a gun is coming from hell
With the stung ring a bell and you sum

Gangsters roll up on you with the gat
After rolling up they get rolled flat
I serve a sack to a homie
Of the Ganja smoke a bone be
Prone to Psychedelic then
Light up your head
Keep smoking grass at last I found the ground to walk on
You stalk on em on meth
Creep through the treasure chest that blew
All your crew slew fools
Release tools on fools school is in session
You best when you murdering
I heard of thing different
Internal Chinese Martial Arts
First get your blood red
Then instead of punching people in the face
Like a disgrace
Learn some real technique
Speak the Master speak
Run a geek off the planet
I banned him with the limit of drugs for thugs to pull the plugs




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/23/23 10:23 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860228 - 05/23/23 04:48 PM (9 months, 21 days ago)

For our Veterans
All steps you stay centered in
The battle
It takes a lot to ride the shotgun position on the stage coach
A lot of people boast about killing
But are they willing to die?
Don’t even try to fly the friendly skies with enemies on the rise you cry
Shake, freak, skate, bleep out the cuss words
It’s absurd to think you could drink a drink and sink in the thing
The wing takes practice
Years of blood to match this
Your attack hits the heart of the chart
Veterans seen it
Believe it
Don’t you sweat a Vet
With your death
Letter to a friend recommend you do some contact fighting with your kid
You think it’s exciting to fight?
You get winded down tight
I like a light within the insight
I right a writer who take flight here
I stop steer clear of the type to steer
You into the battle begin
I fully expect the difference is in the final rinse
The discipline of the martial kin
Brother and Sister to the end
I’m proud to be American

All souls go to Heaven
You think you better than the Hell you Dwell until
Practice lights you up like a matchstick
Shine bright like the Sun
You got a gun!
You #1
You have fun with the under the underdone
You fools wax won?
I don’t like to stung but become
A service in practice to matchlessly
Attack the speed is run?
I one hundred percent spent
On the to the cent penniless
I ready since the deadly master snatch the life
I busted twice
Rolled the dice
Got iced up
To the slice cut it nice but
I don’t like tricks
Master this!
You lack the crisp snap
Fully loaded gats
And blades down with hats and shades
Soldiers throw hand grenades
Made in the shade
Till you laid out flat
How you like that?
Service fat cat to swerve this
You get returned hits
Burn you to bits
You better quit and practice
Your martial art
To reach a max of the sickness
You go the distance then

The salt licker
18 tenser your figure quicker picker upper
Suffer tough War
Enough score
I got the drugs
Born in plugs
After that mugs serving herbal teas
Disease for free cured legally
Lured into Opium Den
By floating creature men
Martial Art historian
To be born again
Not the War and then!
You score a friend
Told you to spend a dime
On a crime like Opium
Why I’m
Dying
Stroking the clock tick tock time again
Rhymes I recommend diamond plus
Sort of an A+ grade to get made in the Water
I’d rather caught a disease that weaken
Than speak in dialogues leagues of legend commence
The speed blend with ease tend to release
All the cheese
Bleed your wound soon to die
Render the eye blind
Mind in the prime find your crime was mine also
All so in the War on Drugs
Thugs pull the plugs
On Opiates
I soak in cold sweats

We don’t have any other herbs like Ganja
We have a legal form of Psychedelic Ganja
It makes you leak mucous into your intestine
Why I ingested it then just a few times
For a few rhymes
You could smoke Ganja with few crimes
Few chimes ring if the time is being
Finding the Ganja for seeing the dollar sign
On the Dollar Tree design for what’s mine
I’m taking all the Ganja profits
I rock it legal at an illegal price
Kids will always roll the dice on lids for skids
We love Ganja twice as much as any other herbalism
Word to prison
To go against Ganja you got some nerve with no vision
Some overheard the plot to make the decision
To smoke a lot of pot and release the shot through the hot heat that fits in
In the jungle The Sativa I be free the Weed burn through each earning
All the Ganja is concerning the people
The sequel is the freak full of legendary tales of ails cured and purified
Ganja never tried is a crime and I’m spreading Ganja rhyme
Soldiers turn on a dime

A Yo!
The homie Chris lights up the meth
I lit up the meth
Stay up all night and invent
Martial Arts pulled apart from the core
From the War before the core you soar
High in the sky
Twisted, Bent, Try
To recently spent the eye up
I line ducks in the row to blow away
Chris does meth till he old and Gray
Never met decay like Chris
He smoked a little pot and sniffed mostly just meth
Half to death these speed freaks spent each day of the week
Serving bleak
I busted bleeped the cuss words
Some absurd type dysfunction
What lunch meant to a kid
Is like Breakfast and Dinner too, to Chris
I serve a dish like meth
For what’s left of the Death Trip
I line ripped is a mind fixated on the later some made it
Many died
The eye multiple tenfold
All raps bold fold in sold like Gold
I got cold and hit up meth at night
After a night flight
I rolled up tight
Within the bright Sun is the gun
Just for fun it attracts kids like magnets
Bag meant for the week is used in a few days
All sun rays to blame for the flame
Bang em!
Burn em!
Learn the death
And then serve a step
Back to your Ganja roots
You lucky you got that Ganja
I spent a lot of loot

Water blazes
Earn straight As in everything
Under the night wing it’s King of seeing
Psychedelic being tied
Although it’s hard to tried to compare
But for me I like the airwaves
I stay sprayed off layed off the job
For Water offer I cough up a cut blurred vision
You got to amplify
The sample isn’t dry
It’s Water wet
To jet you need High Voltage bet
You get ahold of it quick
With one easy step
You get the set met by a stretch of the message
Water if you flex you haven’t seen enough Water
A lot of shot heard at night
People high on Water showing fright
And impolite passed the class ass out
I love a martial art route on Water
I shot the Sherrfiff
Sang Bob Marley
A job for Water it’s involved I called your friend up to send up
All murder heads up on the meth plucked
A scored four times the place water ace
I get the taste for Trip like Mushroom and a blip
On radar take you so far out
You haven’t been seeing before you scored

All Buddhists meditate on the drug overdose death
A good Buddhist shoots up fentanyl
And smokes meth
You could a stretch of the mind they blind never
They be seeing forever
Reincarnated as Jimi Hendrix
They do a lot of meth and reflex hit the Tech 9s
They rewind and stop on a dime when the crime is a Vision
The blind can’t see
Sometimes a Buddhist drug addict dies
The cries heard in the Ganja World
Come unfurled
I stirred up the pot so you could get shot by gangsters
I has to to say thanks to the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha
Without a shank I sank Philly Steak Cheese Sandwich
My mind its rich with the insight
That Buddha might bring in a thing called prison
The being of Buddha stood and should serve as a model
You get full throttled by the bottle of alcohol now
All service allow for more Buddhists to powerfully
Reverse the Earth condition and sow the seeds on a mission
To enlighten every being

Bold heat
No dice and you cold sweet
Fold over twice and you old meat
Told on the ice to go stroll in the street
Holding what beat the house
Marked Cards
Soldiers with scars that Gold on hard
I got the par in a jar
To go further the far
I sold all the holdings in stock
To shock come up stop
The enemy
They never friendly
I send a dope beat to what meet them
All they molded in was the winning ticket
I stick it in between their ribs
When they pull the knife yo that’s just life
I cold stab kids to compete with high bids
Murder slid right through with your crew
High again and pulled out the Glock 10
Popped it to shop trip up on this bullet
All that thought is wrought with your girlfriend’s
Shock when she dropped
I hock up snot like time forgot
In the high sky
All soldiers realized they demise
I despise a straight lace killer
Cap filler
$100 biller
Wool then willer to chiller
I sift it through the filter
To go off kilter
And milk you
For all you been through
You crew
Yo!

We got the House of Flying Daggers
Anywhere you step in
You get hit unless you welcome
We all lit on the substance
To pull the plug in this
We drugged up fists and weapons
Edged and impact
Still intact in fact
The maximum
Dope
Cope with it
Rolled you get sticked in the shit then
We spin
Fully loaded when we fold hits up
You slid you get struck
It’s all about a buck fifty
Meth is the topic
I shop switch
To holler crisp
Your wallet stuffed
Called all Soul and you strut
I got it in the gut
To fuck shit up in the cut
I’m telling you
There’s no gelling crew
Who slip in through the backdoor
This is War
You can’t escape the Daggers
Before you stagger down the street
Try to compete?
You get beat
Everyone Golden defeated
Greeting with the blade
All crews then get slayed
Everyone’s day ruined
To the tune you spoon
The loom weaves
All suckers get deceived
Until they plucked towards that shit
And bleeds

Ganja tokes broke out with the sticky icky
No quickly sinking iced up meth feeling
We healing
Meth is limited
I passed the limit and
I want legalized Ganja Worldwide
No inside hiding riding the Artificial Light mylar reflective
I reflected like mylar on the Psilocybin Mushroom
It’s a custom to crush kids too soon
Everyone want a spoon of some dope
I just want some good smoke
Sativa
Provoke thought to feel to
You real grew grown up when you in it you had enough
When your digits thrown up when you roll
I control the soul
I never fold up
I hold truck rope around my neck
Inspect
Now, I fully auto with the pow
Come powerful
Down they go and toe up
With this flow they suffer
I don’t bluff I hit up the OZ of the shrooms be leaning in rooms to seed moneys
I bleed bled wax the head Roe vs. Wade with the blade

I control people
Seize the arm and take down to the ground I found a pound a penny
I bent heat right now something sweet running the street
Till the takedown around town
I greet expert fighters with designer clothes
All Rolls Royce
The choice on points I smoke a joint
I like bongs a lot
I forgot about the martial art
Just take them down and armlock until the cops come
Don’t hurt anyone
You got a gun?
You want to shoot people?
That’s rude and all evil
You probably can’t even handle your weapon quick to step into confrontation
Around the nation station plays Gangster Rap
Bitch slap the kids
Kids roll hidden in hoods called ghettos
If you ain’t from the ghetto then score some smoke
And smoke a homie out for realz yo!
Everyone love that
I tripped all the cats out at the meth house
Roll up an ounce into joints and pass it around the party in the crowd
Toe down they all went
The meth chick told me joints is happening shit!
No I don’t quit I light up spliff meditate and set it straight
My rap always hits like Mike Tyson on DMT
Set them free


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/26/23 09:29 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860232 - 05/27/23 11:00 AM (9 months, 17 days ago)

What doesn’t does what wasn’t even your friend
Still intend I bended the street
Competing with kids who gangbang
Still they hang on corners looking for some work in the crew
I represent Gangland grew
Hang ten on the surfboard
I scored all gangsters up tored
I floored the gas so I could roll past
You get the shaft of the weapon placed in your hands to Veteran
Pressed into combat yo I’m back at the crib training civilian weaponry
Still I know how to kill but I don’t ill in my squad
Always on the job to pull it out the fog
Your mind is in
Try some rhyme to begin
Rewind the tape
You busted hate crime then
Against a black man
Cops shot him again
I folded fam up
I ran stuffed in the cut with the wallet fat
Rollin’ cats with gats strapped folded maps up
The trap shut
It’s in the cut Psychedelic
Never fronting like what?
You want something

The herbalist
Wax verbalist
On microphone MC
Total twist up the reefer plus your teacher blown
I have so many herbs to flavor with grown
Tight lid on the jar
I unscrew to do some who want some?
Even my student brung the lesson
Stay fresh in the cut
And jam it just as fat cut relax strut
The peaceful equal to the reach through as keep pulling
Wool in this we rap murder twist
Everyone hits up the drugs
They do anything for it they love
Like hand in glove it surrounds the thug
Everyone’s head dubbed
Further strunged out
I got a route to take no fake no mistake
All the herbs I ate and drank
Thank You
Your tank crew engaged in battle
All fluid in the rattle hum of the weapon
They steppin’ from the maximum fully run the full heat
War is so sweet for kids who play War
Tore them off and boss around the green moss
I use that moss as medicine
I’m familiar with the tonic properties it got see
I optimum brung a sack to heal
All I feel is the seal on the stew
For the reaper in the brew who do the voodoo

Old through Gold rope Crack Cocaine smoke
Dangerous but busted I rusted back
Mastered of the mustard and ketchup
You flex but you wrecks cut
I stab sets mumble the from crew humble drew
The lung off and flew
All shoot this like a nudist as rule and true they all bare
Care to stare?
I come shining like the glare
In dragon’s lair
I’m a player
I say hey there!
Are you a square still?
Kill for hundred dollar billfold
Glasses gold in the rolled Crack
Sold a sack to max
Flap the wings and scratch
The gats need gas plus the class passed
Feel the wrath
Of the stretched
Fully auto stencil caught flow
A bit of Platinum glow
You get flattened toe to toe
Wrap you up with a bow
Resume control all I hold is the mold
Realize all I strolled through was the garden grove
Have Mercy on the soul
Water patrol just sold the untold facts
And off of that let’s all max and relax
I light up black Ganja tracks
And spin wax
Disease lacks the shredded cheese flavor
Savor the major flavor taster hasty blurred baked some oven straight edge
On someone

I catch a rugged rap
Fisherman hat with the fat LSD tab
High Power from the lab that grab land to sag sand on command
I rock this jam I am what I propose to be
All service crews heed warning P
You ain’t born again until you drop Acid and rapping
Hazardous cuts but strut the Philly Blunt cut in the mellow
All crews hello
From the jello mold
I cold struck off the funk to trunk of jewels pack tools on mushroom blues
Got new shoes
Rap crews get twos deuces
All sleuth sits on the roof crisp with the cement invention
Sent in to the stench when
The sewer is pure
Fewer and fewer people reach it as the mushroom unseats it
I bleep hits out
All reach around to the ground downtown
Light up a frown into a smile
I wild glide the hide off of stride
Max mics
Duck the track twice struck
Hit the high up to line the cut with bleach
Each is each
Beach sand all Platinum to the rap maximum
Sack that you stung offa was Ganja
Calm with the on yah strong gun what’s one?
I tongue of the slung strap in fact
So don’t run raps back till you jack the trap and stack
Max intact with flack flying there’s no denying it
I don’t hafta try and spit

Smoking joints all lit up Royal Blue hold that thought
Rip got snot out the nose
You can’t flows if you ain’t Wu Tang slows
The close door came into the picture
Never sippin’ liquor we light up spliff here
Don’t smoke?
Eat an edible and float
Release the hope that one day everyone will chill all Gray in martial
Full of art full of the part full smart wool
We got it
Flip all your logic
Your shit is problematic
So I’ve have it up to here
I steer clear yo

We’ve got a most ferocious
Dragon/Tiger interaction from Shaolin for you
It’s the score dude
You hit it up
Slip stuff underneath the rug
To pull out from under
I fold a slumber party
All the chicks went lesbian and shotgun the spread
Murder heads up
I still in Chuck Taylors
I don’t do any favors
I feel like slave labor
I got my skill and ill
Chill at Shaolin
You be crowned then

Crack an MC off
I rip raw
Guzzle don’t sip saw a firearm
Fully loaded emptied out and exploding bombs
All the calm stay in the yarn spun
Fully done
One run up gun up till they numb
What have we become?
You can’t even sum the credit edit out loud shouts in the crowd
Service to work this down now
Is you down?
Light up all around
I could get it to town
I love Shaolin
I study then
Muddy the waters with a ten sack
Meth in the countryside is widespread
Murder in the head
Fed to bled service to the furthest reaches
Unseat this Fed
Get the head out
I run a red no doubt
First to crisp up this sick stuff I lift the bluff was enough
Kill that shit and crush still it suffer until they tougher
Brother said word up with no shirt in the cut
Now that’s what’s up
Wu Tang

They swerve on your set till metal rusted
That’s trusted
You bust shit like lead
I head out
All around the village you can sample the spot
Everyone gets shot until they never forgot how loud the gun sound
Still the murder underground
Gangs with the thangs
Run up and gun up
You don’t’ even know what’s up I thump a bass drum
All feel the hum of the drummer
Blunder your words they all swords
Core of this to the floor I hit the gas
In the past you could crash a party
Dart all full of heart for the charts
Murder is an art
Meth heads seem fully content
With their bent soldier intend to fled the scene
Murderers are green
My team saw they fiends for green Ganja
Plus meth heads lean on it to bomb yah
All this and I gleam please stay calm with your clean beam you cause drama
You try to murder me and you see fast that I chill and smoke grass
Pass that joint and I anoint

We market it to fully park in shit
Your squad tripped now you tripped forever
Clever to lay down guns around
Astound later with the pounds skater
Everyone a hater on my party pad Ganja herb fab
I crab a dab off of soft
I got enough OG pot to spot the caught shark in the mark after dark with the arc
Light still they frighten
Psilocybin tighten you right up
Murderers strut
I know a bunch in the cut
Get that grass and cut the past out I blasted the route out for you
To score dude
Your attitude is to move
Still show and prove
We soothe groove and fuel up
Suited for the big trucks
That run over with the stunts
Murder over easy just Gs be in the team see
I lean breezy sneeze be to rip apart
Mold metal to settle the threat you spread fully
Gully washed out with the soft fist route
No doubt I scream and shout at MCs
Who breeze and diseased with no trees trips
Herbals they learned you in that stew

Now
I don’t want to be a drug predator
I just want to settle score
When I was young a DOM head always got pissed at my ass
While I was hooking up grass
I hadn’t tripped yet
I was the terrorist threat
WIth inject I checked
Serviced respect to all the old heads
Musicians playing blues
Now I play the blues and in the news
I’m not the best Drug Agent in the World
But I can hold it down for the Earl Gray
Tea to spray
Sun come out another day
Every sun ray is treasured
I measured out as feather light
Insight Buddhist
I like to twist up the who did this cut?
See!  I’m a drug predator G
I want to see everyone free of the shackles
Grow old with drugs tackled in the fold
It’s tough to hook up
I hooked up and Wu Tang is all in the cut

A Coca monster thumpster I in the dumpster bumped the shit out my ass
The Cocaine
Yes in the lane everyone like it raining
Try to fit in you then menace on the block
On the block I stalk on meth
But I need the Coca then it’s no sweat to smoke up money
Nothing’s funny with the gun heat
Gun sweet gets greeted with seize lead the trees medical
I edited pulled up on the Coca Monster like Blanka
I stomp you out?
Never that I flow too clever with the craft in fact
Man there are so many drugs
We got a drug War
This place is violence to the core
Everyone snored on the track went fully black out
With my sack out I roll it up and wrap around
I seen astounding shit in my clip fully loaded to the hip
I got a grip of flip
Right now I’m a sight down on the crown to take it to the small town
I all around known as blowin’ the set
No threat I met the stretcher the ambulance made me fresher
I sector 8 skate the lecture to date is hate
Still crews inflate on Cocaine great


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/28/23 02:20 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860236 - 05/28/23 10:03 PM (9 months, 16 days ago)

Ill the chalk mark screech rap test flex through checks in Mexico baggage
We want to smuggle in Tons of Sativa
I freeze in lead roles
I pay heed the toll cost to flea size demise
On the rise is drug crimes everywhere
Poverty tear apart cities
Sittin’ pretty all lit be the rich
It’s a cinch to serve a step last breath kept slept on
Hit a bong hit flow shit that’s dope soap slippery
Fit you be in the written plural
I like multicultural World all swirled
I’m from Hollywood
A melting pot all the peoples we got
You could get shot over an ounce of pot in a street deal
You learn the streets for real
Pack apart from the stack the art of murder
I learned to further my self defense so tense
Crews ease up on the fence
When disease shows all clean clothes flows
I shone shine in the mind there’s still time to change
Strange deranged flavor with the crave
Don’t salivate
Eat up the food on your plate politely
Or homie might light you up G

I don’t mean to hype bleeding receding chains all like this explains
Guns and knives came with the tools in the frame fools all the same
Murder entertains the lane they blood stain let me explain further
All serve your curdle blood
Show up at the club and get snubbed
Rubbed out
Search light found the crowd up in the sky flying high
I’d rather die than murder
I don’t want to hurt anyone with this gun I worked on for 30 years
Let’s have a beer or some veggie juice to get footloose
I deuce a scoop up the coop but I true as tucked
I fucked it up I know
All I do is blow stacks of cream rap like it seem to strike rich oil gusher
Fully suffer the consequence murder whence blend into stench of the sewer
Gutter all flew your flutter while you mutter death under your breath
I blow out half step crept on Ganja slept kids
Who just now smoking lids
And good for them
Be better than the sweater than the camera to up close snap scopes
The hope is for folks to cling to the rope of rescue
All Ganja lights up and bless you
And it’s about time

Wet bags of oil
All Royalties paid
Extra rhyme blade and hand grenade dropped
Popped some kids who try skid mark on a bitch at the park
I fully barked at them they got scattered to atoms
With my gat son
It’s how the gun rung that was so much fun for me
I run G up the lead school
Bleed in the pool to pack a tool I got it I’m cool
I rule raps perhaps I seed up sacks of wet
Murder in debt clapped the gun and left to collect the check
Earn respect
Respect due with a clue I murder who?
The fool is flew I two times hit land mines and almost died
I dropped sly hid the sky in my eyeball
Release rise tall as fall of all
All the scrawl on wall is called graffiti
A cool name to the beat be
I be hitting up billboards
The heavens and still tour for a mil or more
I might have to score with this chick
She ripe as a hick at the dentist
Ventriloquist wrote this shit
Drop the soap and slipped
Dipped into the Coca now I soak a crew with blood in the soaker
All toke your herb and swerve correct until you don’t get cold checked

We drill oil wells
Dwell in fact we too intelligent
We don’t worry about money
You in a hurry with some gun heat
You popped so sweet in your stock
Rock a sheet of LSD
I like a cream joint on point with Water
Taught your all your bank roll caught yours
Up on the rap cure this to fewer fists
Than dissed tricks in the mix
I don’t mix with six the number there times twist
Bullshit you fully stepped in to begin
It’s a murder it’s a sin to squeeze it like juice and gin
You can’t win
No way in or out
I caught a route
Murder is about to crept in the route you on
Learn to flow long
In the Wu song we make expert fighters
Artists rhyme writers too polite to excite the fluid type
My mic light I swipe a hard guard on psychic scarred
Murder Yard on meth and that’s to death

I fin to hit up a mega Sun
Fasting lasting till I rung Platinum and ingested the eighth of Azurescens
To skate checks in the flex sung the song all along I wrong too strong
And hit the dawn daylight you stay frightened I lightened it up for the stuck
Struck with blade in the shade rap rhymes made in the grade stayed gray
I like a Sun Ray any day I don’t play in the way unless I spraying no delay
Gun play in the grade murder maximum till you blood stained
Get a dark shade all this trademark still in the dark in park
I got an arc to save life I might wipe out the type with clout to strike
Military might hype up on pipe smoke with every kind of toke I broken in
Smokin’ so much I chose a friend to end this recommend this
Don’t spend this all in one place with pace I tell my Ace natural flavors
All neighbor’s behaviors is a major deal on the wheels of life turning type
I got a ripe one so I murder with the gun you know where it come from
I smoked a ton of herb and shroomed hit some years sober then hit the tomb
In the womb I spoke words fluid to the 33rd degree you can’t murder me
I’m hard to kill Type and ice chill roll dice until cable splice with the trizz mil

Black Eyed Susan often cruising in the Gangster room then
Fool men easy trees blaze all Sun Rays for days light up the ways
In the maze I stay crazy hazy often phase 3 stage aging gracefully
Fully on it dog gone it I strong hit flip the topic stock it with the rocket blast
Take off fast murder cash in the ash with the mustache and beard seared
All raps cleared to go to flow with toe ring show to sing bring the candy dream
Murder it seem to beam at you how’s that crew they laugh at you
Drew your sap until you turn blue and die from the overdose
Of heroin you came close I dare you to spend a day on the Psychedelic crazed
Hyped the relic melt into fists intelligent twist Mike fist up to strike fit type As
Snip snipers off hold in the cost of the boss you toss don’t need one to easy six gun sun
I bring a bell to rung in hell still I smoke Ls I dwells in a fabricated home full nelson
Applied cut and dry why you got murder in the eye?  Doesn’t it make you cry?
I shot a high bid raps rhyme slid right through. Onto legs still I peg leg
With the powder keg on it’s last leg to beg Prego


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (05/29/23 08:59 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860237 - 05/29/23 10:32 AM (9 months, 15 days ago)

Roses are red
Violets are dead
Edge Allen poe is dead
Everything is dead


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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #860240 - 05/29/23 12:02 PM (9 months, 15 days ago)

A sick soldier applied violence I told you radio silence
I file in line still in wine I dime piece find deceased soldiers too
All the crew can’t stand you
We’d eliminate you with a gravestone too if you phone all the prone
I like it known that what’s shown smoke a bone to
I roam through the wasteland called cityscape and the way it brand labeled
Stay stable stand I rock a major league methamphetamine step
Relax it crept stepped into death
What’s left?
I don’t know which way the wind blow I’m feeling it though
Stealing the show
All reeling from the flow just to toe up
I grow stuff I gone hold rough custom to scuff them up then
I don’t like to fight but rhyme’s gotta be tight so I on sight kill
Murder at will before the light bill comes
I sums up the culture
Gangster a vulture on hawk word as they mock you absurd
Someone to talk to is got to grew on the flew flown sewn song
Hit a bong rip or something I stun wing
I got a lot to sing the drum beat
Eat up crews too sweet they need to meet death soldier then slept easy

If I had a big sack of Cocaine
I’d blow my brains out no doubt
I tried it can’t deny it hit loaded the head trip
Can’t sit still people kill for less
Suggest the flex murder steps into checks
Best you rep set
I text then
To flex when they send it
I can’t recommend it it’s dangerous as hell
Ring a bell slight I rap right up to the top
Still clocked selling stock in swelling up
Murder tucked in this Psychedelic substance
I love trips
Murder mix in the fix with slips up
I written harder I just farther out to shout out loud
Drugs are the noun to sound crazy
Kick back days be coming
For the drumming everyone running who evil
Raps and relegate the make
Everyone skate get a date on the plate
Weight costs a lot
Don’t sound shocked if your friend died
And tried cocaine slide
Into heaven
7-11 sells it in hell twitch
Master the mix for six run up to stun
I got the gun so I hum a tune
About the fuel
Dragon staggering on the flag again
Raise the flag and then
Retire on fire with the smile
I admire valor
And low calorie fly the wingtip medication sensation call Cocaine brains

I’m so Glocked out
I rock a rock route the shock
Felt the way I stays laid back
I chill a Chronic Couple Big Sacks of Ganja Product
I’ve been reduced to a speed freak
A busted geek who reek of the meth bleed on command
Service to the land I branded
I standed stood the hit wood grip on weapons
I Techs in the best spin to lean it to gleaming seeming the team and the rest
Service till you flex
Heard of Death?
Word and that’s burned till you smoke the meth
I suggest the crept up creep
Murder in your sleep
Each day of the week I feel overly Glocked
Stocked with shreds of cheese
On my hot dog I rip rock through the fog and smog
Of Los Angeles
We got it brand to spliff now
I just need to find me one
How the Ganja run
You don’t need to sell me on how it rung

Everyone wants to join the gang
Of drug crews
On the corners?
No way in the Mansion they display advanced Gangsterism
Never goin’ to prison
They pay the cops off and just listen
The Politicians too
Everyone caught in the stew of the brew of drugs
Chill burning 38 slugs
Everyone’s mugs shots forgot
The FBI rot on the case
What takes place is CIA selling laced
Product the lock shut
To the top strut
The Military sell them weapons scary
To rep in this you get buried
I’m married to the game
In flame I became a One Soldier Name for myself
I rack up wealth stealth I bell and gel on the street
I don’t compete with crews
Or get involved in their blues
See mom!
I got on the Nike Shoes!

Everyone need to get buried in a sea of Ganja Trees
They cultivate get weight
Save a eight ball of the shrooms for later skater
A lot of crews hater
Cause I hooked up the real shrooms
I say I’m major
I got a pager with Platinum flavor I roll a day dreamer
I cream your seem to score the War torn
I born to scorn in the morning till midnight
That’s when I take flight within insight
My Mexican to the X again they grow Sativa
And I want to be a Sativa head you see
I throw away the Indicas and Crosses
All the bosses losses I floss trip the sausage sip the sauce up
Flip crews with the tunes that drip like the Crips and Bloods
Bloody one day the gun play gonna catch up with you say hey!
I just Mayday warn the sea spray on the North Shore of Hawaii
I try to be Tropical all the posse be stoppin’ me
I lock lots of G up
I shotgun with the rot Sun
I under thumb of slum
They murder a ton of guns from the slums
For a burner a wax on the kind nugs
Before they serve you heard of the plugs?
All thugs got one slugs in the hot ones
The surgeon operate you get dated
You crew is fated to get lated
I made it big and now I swig on the Grape Vine
The Purest Vision never doin’ State Time

We don’t dab the BHO
All crab reach slow for the gun to murder one you get some dun
I run a crab up to the map fuck the stab in the gut
I’m a mutt breed of Royal seed
All I need is for you to bleed blood
Serve a thug on purpose you get worked it’s
The jerk since the first trip I took on Shrooms
I’m fatally consumed by other trips to slip up
Tried LSD and been stuck in the cut
I need the Cactus
To match this takes practice
You get back hand fisted to listed pimp shit
Sift sands land command the brand raised played stays in demand
Sun Rays I scan the land for ways to rake in the man’s stance glance
I got a fan I ran up to the nanobot get shot at damn!
The rock rat on the stock crap stand
I knot in the stack murder match and
The satchel with the drugs acted pulled off the shrugs the shoulder
Bolder take hugs for the Gold I sold yah
Told yah

Wallets shut
Call it crew’s cut
In the butt
Murder tough in the stuffin’
Nothin’
Sufferin’
Just in to begin such as the wind break
Fake you Laker
Take your’s off and rape her
No mistaker
I break breaker
Hate a major player
Player hater
State your name
Flamer
I became her
Don’t blame her
I just fade burn the shades you learned Tina Turner
Churner upper
In the cut your supper
Warm
Scorn torn off
Born soft and coughed up blood
Mud rub a thug
Love the love as a dove
Peace release the grease
Beast got his teeth cut
All of it slut
I stuck Crips up
Gangbang and hang with the flame of torture
That’s mortuary
Sort your scary wares out
No doubt
I shot it shout proud and sound town to the ground laying bombs down

Smoke the Ganja all up
The solvent
For revolving in the cut
Shaolin gets nothing
If the something is like Heroin or something
The gun ring nice a ring a bell twice
Take my advice and shove it down your windpipe
Don’t smoke Ice
Smoke the Kind Nugs
Outdoor Organic Thugs don’t panic
When plugs panic attack they get slugged
Kicked out the class and thrown on their ass
We serve major grass head
The Feds top on said cement
I’m bent
I didn’t invent the Ganja game believe me
It takes a big flame of the same weed to seed money
People think it’s funny?
I pack so much heat my gun is sweet
Gun is Meth talk
All that Hawk chalk up the scratch marks
On attack the sharks try to bark
They get nothing
Fronting on the one thing that come King
Me freezing sneezing at passes easing into stashes
I got the eyeglasses that Fast it’s classic
Sapping the strength
Gank the length of the bid to skid
I need to score another lid
And do it big
WIth the weapons and empty hands
That’s the plan

Rap sultry soldier must be a roller like thunder
Rolling under the golden aura
A soldier tore yours off
Roll at the stop to stop it
I rip rock thick the topic
To top it
I mock it if it’s bitch
I cold clock it stitch up the Wound
Rappers too soon to chapter doom on some
Wu get spun for fun a soldier stun someone in shock
Murder up the block with a Glock 10
All rock and spread the top the head cut off
Murder soft in the box still it stocks lead rounds
Found the sound coming from underground
With the pounds of herb
I need that shit
I don’t want to murder hit the kids who flip
Get a lid on grip strong
Smoke a bong
A sure wrong thing to do is murder crew
Soldier happen to you colder
The cold shoulder come up fold your
Told your roll off the stop to chalk it up
As rock cut happens but I strapped in the shut out
Run a gun down to happen astound the crowd out loud
I’m around on my crown I got I shop around and tip top
All stocked with the pounds of pot
The topic

Me and the homies all seated in the bleachers
Smoking bones the furthest reaches of the Galaxy
Don’t challenge the homies
We stoned and prone to decease bitches
We don’t wanna hit the kill switches
What is this?
Game?
Murder all the same?
What aim you got rolling up on potheads with locked dreads
Servin’ edit I give credit to the Ganja heads to the bomber
The wanderer further supercharged 2 car garage
Back at the pad
Suckas servin’ up stabs and cuts
Bitches shakin’ that ass
I cut class to score grass and passed the joint
Always on point the homies slack but I slack for them
I wasn’t born a warrior and the story they tell is hell
So I torn real slow
All the homies in it and you know
All how that close up shop training nonstop
A lot of the homies been shot and shit
We rock this and stop at no crisp clothing
The clockwork makes the head jerk and we rolling
All topic wrecks work on some Techs and AKs
A lot of the homies is Gray Aliens

It only gets colder
Born you’re sworn to duty in the morgue
Hittin’ up short pork ribs
Busting kids and hurting fits the work in the crib
I got some shit I itch to stitch up
Cold brain drip cause
What it was like
I’m white and so in tight with blacks it’s facts
I share an experience like the ghetto I can’t let go
I said so my head glow in the meadow where the grass grow
Head to toe up
I roll straight with weight on my plate
It’s the fate of straight arrows
To get left in the dust watch the sparrow
Bird you heard chirp I got it in curved
On Ganja swerved the bomb you’re unnerved
I got it hot for the sought after
I’m a Master of Martial Arts
Many styles profiles
I’m soul child
Smokin’ reefer cultivated I just smile
The teacher Gold while kids profiled dead in the spread

I got these tracks
Sacks led to the acts of bleeding bloody
On the money is tacks
I max quacks off the lack to jet black
Rolled rap
Further it’s fact that knacks for wax is the light lax
I got the stacks of Ganja and Meth I bomb yah
We don’t smoke cess
We stay calm yah
Haven’t passed drug class with the action packed
Man it ain’t perhaps it’s 100% my entrance pops the question mark stops
I drop the stash on some ash on the ground further around I got pounds and pounds
I sound like I hype cause I am
Murder in the jam off the chemical command
I’m glad I did Meth
I get respect from the Vets for my knowledge of death and I crept up creep
In my sleep I count sheep Murder and it’s Bleep
Cuss words your peeps can’t peep this
Rock I redid the top six on the playlist
My rain missed I got shrooms high dose come close to comatose
Over and over I cold shoulder the grower of the torch on the porch I got mold growing
All knowing and seeing I tree the G in the cement fleeing


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860248 - 06/01/23 09:25 PM (9 months, 12 days ago)

Puffin’ La collect Royalties
I’m about to spoil these kids with bids that exfoliates skins
Been with the ten
I’m about to hook up La then
Puff nonstop up the block servin’ jock
You just get chalked up
I rock cut
Smoke the pot but I stopped the heart to dart up the chart with some heart
And soul
It’s rock and roll under thunder laid down
Sprayed round the way round
I’m underground with the sound
And still star bound
From Los Angeles
Home of the gangland massacre your ass’ll get torn
Before you was born you was in to begin
Servin’ swervin’ down the lane with your brains lit
Blood stains shit
Don’t say blood too loud
A lot of homies is down for the Crip side
I busted wide Us
On the side fools is the coolest
They school by the pool with the full fist of cash
On the dash I take your pot stash and flash it to the last bitch to duck
I murder pluck a sucka off I’m the boss
I costed a lot and law struck the shot off
I toss pot up and herbalize
All further cries of dope is a word to the wise

My cousin Valentine
Took me to an NA Meeting
It was live
This guy talked about Meth and strived to be the best
They robbed gas stations to get Meth I’m on vacations
My cousin wasn’t straight
He scored weight stealing cars
Now how far is that gat I got to get it
To sweat fools who edit
I deck stick it up for credit
My Mex is X on the head shot
Smoking pot
My cousin died of a heroin overdose with the needle
I listen to Beatles records
The Latinos score mean carnage and gore with the C notes
I lean coats of paint like a saint
I gleam glow
Took the mushroom hit the floor
Be ground all around
That’s how we get down
Hit the 5 alarm bell and gel still it swell
I’ve been through hell and my records sell
I command well to dwell in the element
I’m too intelligent to sell for rent
As a slave behave with one foot in the grave
I serve all straight As in school
And still act a fool

A lot of rappers made money
Switched the switch up
And now they got nuthin’
They whack with the stuff in the sack
Buck back at crews who fuel up never stuck
I truck a rope around with the Gold Sound
I gotta lounge in the cut
I murder what?
I further than slut you heard uh
I got a curve ball to pitch stitched up wall to wall
At the hospital for knife wounds
All late it too soon
Grab a spoon and cook dope to shoot
Oh you so cute in the coffin with your suit often
Times realize the eyes of the World is Wise
The Globe turned
A sucka burned and learned
I’m a fucking killer
I chill thriller
$100 Biller
MC iller than me must be G
I got a degree in ill and still park for free
Until I got jacked for my handicapped sticker
My life flicker before the eyes
I despise a hard drug knives in the lives at risk
Stabbing up tricks who push drugs on kids
It’s just how life is

I wanna be a big bird who pipes absurd Platinum get the gat and then
End this instantaneous I flame up adjust the heat to bust to the beat
Each kid eaten soak his seat in the fleet then
Speaken spoken to loc just drew the firearm
I’m in it to farm Ganja
I bomb on the calm clean vibe I got I got rocked a lot
I sop up blood in the mud come with cuts
Service shuts down around 10 pm
The spread red in the head to get your digits out
Run the route and shout
If you ain’t a killer that’s what it’s all about
I tried out to be a cheerleader
Gold undercover beater
With the two seater
I got a meat before I reach galore
So sweet is in store I could tell War to stop
Bitches clock the sip stocking the riches Glocking eating dishes of spread
Edit the feds and medicate
Set it straight so great
People hate a Gangster like me
A real G
My homeboy Flea was known as V
My cousin when he died I died inside a little
I hit the riddle and fiddle back the griddle stacks
Relax and pay your tax before I ask you mean
I gotta come clean
I’m an Alien not a human being

You need the Dragon seed
Plus some Dragon Weed
To plug feed into Dragon lead
Dragon’s bleed from their tongue they speak
Dragon weak the Dragon the flag in it to reek of Ganja
I like some bomb Coca
To explode into the scene on Dragon lean
Dragon green grass always appreciated last time a Dragon danced
I got more than a chance
I’m guaranteed victory to stick with me you got to be lit see
Or have a serious history of Lighting Dragon Fighting
I’m writing down Dragon exciting
I bite thing my wing is a sight to ring on the hinge
Dragon cringe at the sight of a creeping
Bleeping out cussword freaking plus heard
The turn in this Dragon burn off easiest
A Dragon needs some shit to blip on radar
Dragon plays at par to stay hard and far ahead
Dragon master in the spread of the lay law down
Dragon wears the crown
And that’s law down
Down by law I found
All around town
Suckas hit the ground

A stick
Train your stick
Elevate consciousness on some bomb Weed I suggest
With stick you could rest easy
Ain’t no blade
Blood bloody bleeding receding into gray in the shade
Playing fade out
A stick route is a peaceful way
To say hey!
I love you so much I play stick to release a grip of stick lick in the trip
A stick exercise the mind
For the blind to find the way
Daily stick practice you can’t match this
An expert makes your head jerk when you get shot
So pull up on some pot and release hot guns
I shot someone for fun once with a blade grade
I like a stick to stay in made ready Eddie the current
You could Murder fit with a stick
Make straight M or you could control lock hit the spot
I don’t need to shop around I found the pound drop clicked
All the sound you heard was whirring of the stick flurry in the mix
A bag of tricks

Water bit the farm off the yarn that’s charmed in
Harmed men with your battle stance at a glance
MCs don’t stand a chance against trip clip with Water sip
I like it to type tip up the ripe rip on mics dip down sigh a breath of relief
Water chief in the beef with the teeth you eat with
Release trip but you gotta wait
I set a date for Water in the hate for the offer that’s fate in your coffer
So it’s properly done with a gun you could awkward on it blurred like a shotgun
You rot from the hop one of the top Sun the threat stops guns and death
Left a back seat feature that eat your teacher up speaker suffer cut and reach out but
A seat stout release the crowd to each their pound of flesh best with the extra fresh
I get it to the chest suggest some medicine to let you in it’s splendid
All head hit the wall and solved involved enthralled with ball did the tall skid
All wallet hit up to stall it fit in the Shaolin let’s begin

I drop a steel verse
Make you real worse
The worst thirst my lungs hurt from the Ganja lackage
I got the package way back in the days
Through the hype craze
To get brains
In the left lane
Is where I passed that ass
Hard to explain
I refrain on cats
Gel arm and then I exclaim
Where’s the claim?
With all the pain what kind of mainframe you gray in dat?
I lay in to dig in with the chicken stickin’ up cat
With quickness get the buck
All ill as luck
Most get stuck
I fin to pluck a ho in control with hat down low
Suck my toe and roll me like BJJ
Hold me after it’s over if you’re lonely
I seek touch plus the bum rush so please stay
Get it hush as such
I smoke some dust and blush
I service enough to hurt this
No handcuffs
All the homies got buffed and now they stuck
Blades in so what’s up?
I’m in the rut to go nut up the cunt
I left to front on all the punt
The ball
Wall to wall call and all I sprawl
Lightning is all I throw
Around to the toe down the flow it sound dope

When I smell the meth smoke
I yell!
Quit blowing your hits out of your vent fan asshole!
Don’t smoke meth!
I twist up a gram in a J and smoke it through a coke can
I twist up and my wrist cut to roll
Until the Sun come up next morning
I’m touring through the War and drew
An oxymoron
All I calm I bomb on high out my eye
I could die any second
I don’t flex in I just check been up to doin’ it screw in the who in the hell?
Bell like that it must be fat cat sold crack
I max to a maximum drum beat the sweet gone out complete
All I teach I’m a beast unleashed
I gold crease to the East Side
I release ride into the inside of my mind behind me is the sign I see
I don’t like this G
Why the hell am I smoking meth?
I could cold breath on Ganja
Have a mellow roll
And my fellowship stroll through the morn, evening, or midnight
Any time I take flight I light up
I might tuck the pipe in my ice strut
I like Flowers I cut shower some oil on papers
Take it to the neighbors and roll in tobacco
Get the heady flow of Ganja Resin Gold
I patrolled the meth pad in this
And I’ve been a head ever since
I need a final rinse on some Ganja leave prints
It’s self defense
To invent the invention is unmentionable until you blow
Poetry and I sold my soul to control computer in the root ya’ll scoot scrawl on wall
Graffiti and then it’s a brawl all I crawl on the long fence intense

I don’t trust a one toke weed cat to read stats
You need max
That’s maximum in the lungs rap you spun after the hang
Golden rang to coldest slang to hold this thang
I sold you brang
Some old folks hold broke it’s the told you thank you for pot smoking
Ganja toking broke in to stoking flame
Murder is insane to further the lane
On brain they get some to stab a lung strum a guitar slung
I further hum the tune
All will in the spoon real soon
How herb you smoke will and it’s broke
Toke a fill and you cope until I soak
All uphill battle a soldier malleable
To straddle cut and will he had all the she free the cattle
A soldier rattle I like a matter of fact in the fat you’ll pull a gat
And that’s intolerable
I’m to advanced in martial arts and that’s by chance a glance and you full
I stance recede into plants potted stop that shit rock that hit you got it
Shoot shot it man it’s a lot of topic to scram
Fully loaded and they got it rang

I’m a hard ass
Feel like I just blasted off the map skid and that’s light talk
All stalk a Soul Child will and stay wild hooking up buds
Murder thugs in the plugs with blood
Cut the mud scrub dub a head spread cuts throughout instead
Medical to set you full
Head you pull a lot of hits
It’s too expensive for kids
To light up
All dice rolled hype strolled through the golden rays of Sun
Will it wax fun murder none
I don’t pull a gun
I just kick it come with the wicked hum
A Meth hookup got everyone shook up
I look up in the phonebook speed freaks to beach sand hold up
I don’t want to soldier on a told you so bro
You cold you roll folded
Held up to the light it’s insight and win it’s right to practice
Match this with the latch lifted sack that sifted resin
In Heaven we all tend to fed the mega the Vega the stank herb to flame word

Sweet Water
Be caught yah on vacation in Jamaica
I rake up on LSD heads and it’s at stake but I red
Blood hold up cuts you get shut out you
I run down the sound of tons of crops pot nonstop
I clock shock the shroom
Rock in some room to spoon that kief
Pass it over here in brief
Water is such a relief
I like the Ps
I squeeze the trigger bigger figure that
Trigger happy cats get the strap lifted
Raps sifted to gifted stick this in your wicked kickin’ it
Shit it’s rough to tough to scuff it up
I rip it raw all soul style on
The dawn I like it mow a lawn collect trichomes
I prone to stone and eye strong to the hype long
I right wrongs and hit the bong for I calm
Eye of the storm
I hit up the OZ the mushrooms freeze keys
The bust who in the world else is stealth
I gel
I fell fallen off the wall and I crawl to kin
Murder within it’s a service to sin I work this
From within with purpose
It hurt just to bust and curb a high strung
Lungs busted trusted that
My Waters intact and I spin raps twin gats?
No we don’t pack in my sack I roll a phat joint up


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860258 - 06/03/23 09:56 PM (9 months, 10 days ago)

I knock em out on dust
PCP plus the Cocaine Rush
I service hush money payments
My lane meant I aim to crept up and struck to death
A murder pluck episode before they explode and kill

A basic motivation of the station turned
I’m a bird I hit up a butterfly
I relax now and high in the sky
Type facts allow the strikes to come
From the Sun I made a martial weapon
Still too soon to step in and left end
The service commendable to expendable soldiers
All hold force called Chi
It’s the type rich
Might twitch
Drop a gun
Roll on from the hung hang the slang that in the lane of brain
Kept cream
Fold in human being into the mixture
You have a fixture of Buddhism
All true I see visions when I practice the black steps of Dragon and Crane
I explained this to the folks I spoke with to trip
I dip a double sword to award for the points scored
I more than lit I’m torn through trick is the venom
Too many people seek to release venom into the enemy
Be friendly if you can

I’m tired of eating
Drank a pot of coffee
Have a seat then
Repeat the stem
Of Wisdom
I sit in the system
In prison
To listen to a fool
Dribble Drool Uncool
Strike his knife out at school
Relax by the pool
Roll a Wu Tang
His student rang and stang
I hype his gang
And what remain of his Army
All harm in the way
I’m charmed to be in Wisdom
And darn if I heat up
I’m heat struck
People pass the buck and suck at hand to hand combat
I brought the bomb back for Swamp Rap
Service stat and never pull the gat
And it’s like that
I’m on strike until I Platinum Cap
Mike breaks back
And gets the hat back

I made a long distance phone call
All bone rolled up in a ball the 8 hour scrawl on the wall
For the long haul and murder was all a brawl
Curve hurts to work gnaw on lettuce and veggies when I flex these
I rep Gs
For the crew that step keys of spoon feed
With no greed I used methamphetamine
Bust a lean on someone clean from the triple beam
I dream of a fiend serving Ganja seem like drama
Your mama hates you if you don’t have the smoke
That dates through the ages as trusted by sages
Plus it’s not dangerous
You can relate or you can rust
I adjusted the wings on the flight things
My hype rings
I tight with the stings
And polite to human beings
Boy!
You screw one up and you avoid
Meth for the rest of your life!

I bust my nine herb Golden Bell Formula
Always on the journey to earn these skeleton keys
At the same time
I’m a drug testing lab that float the nine
On rewind I got Diamond Plaque
Stack the back is fat
I rack up gats busted
I busted your gat
You act strapped so I trusted the match to light
All fights ignite in sight I relapse
I fully adapt to new formula
Been born to a hug drug
I got the plug pulled when the wool scrub had it’s love on me
I dusted a ski even
Hit up the re-cement the invention
I ascension on spiral staircase to Heaven
7-11
I jet and aim
I flame up words with swords
Towards these rap chords like lords being rulers
Your little tool yours flew four is the noon hour of power
I have the noun to the subject and predicate
I bomb the set
All calm through the threat
Yep.
No drug can plug you gotta earn it
I burned the Ganja ripped to start
Art.

I bought untaxed Ganja
Murder marathon to charm all the harm farmed blur
I hard to stir up
Always curved bent I rented out a space to Ace in
I place in the number one spot again
Murder was my best friend
Then I send
The rub to glove
In the hub spokes the wheel feel the road
All I deal is the knowledge
I a college of pharmacy
I darned if I get keyed
Harmed the worst breed of seed to the teeth with reefer
My either or seat your score I feed four figure leg lock stock
With five plates and no Glock to taste
Everyone about faces when they chase this
My mace exits the leg stuck in truck
Everyone stuck now
How about a round of applause for the dirty claws
In this I invent this
I bent with the twist
And real rich to the dish that’s friendship
I gentleman spit the bench mark standard
All bland word heard until you chirp the bird

Rarely a dawn see all night fighter
Rhymer
Till the biter gone
Lighter the feather on the scale
Prevail
A lot of cats failed
I stale to rail off
I bail soft from the jail
Coughed on some herb
Busted word up
I trusted that
And soldier fat
Before they scold you dap?
I took a nap so I’m up all night
I like to keep it tight and never bite lyrics
All fear as they hear this
I’m your dearest blade fighter
I chill in the light heard of bloodshed
All stained red in this soil dead
Like failed Ganja crops I locks step
The dragon’s breath
All name with aim come and crept


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/05/23 12:03 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860263 - 06/05/23 09:45 AM (9 months, 8 days ago)

I see Ganja and imagine my third eye open
Clever broken the system to list then
They get me medical
The threat’ll pull back with a sack
That’s credible fact
All I need is some weed to rap
Flip some stats and kick back
Explain a murder game is wick wack
Spit thunder clap and you under the map
Lookin’ for your shookin’ dap
Sold a sap on victory
And he still stuck to his story after gory defeat
Born with more to treat
I rock the athletic cleats
So I could play on grass relief
I never have any beef
I grew up smoking reefer the beach
Is where I like to spark kief word
Transform into a bird the 33rd
Get the set blurred on meth?
Never that
I exhale the cold dragon breath of Ganja
Increase my rep

Each fold his stock house
My homie got tortured in the back
I never slack so I got the gat up
To track them down in the cut
There was no security
So my fury could reach them easy
I pretended to be Italian
From Shaolin
I told them I needed their products to get my rhyme rough
The first fool suffered the bullet wound to the head
With the silenced 22
I took a step in to look for more crew
I saw this fool getting his dick sucked by a guy
I could tell he had helped to torture
Why?
He had the scorching heat fatal expression on his face
I put it down for my ace
Took the chair and smashed it over this player
Then I hand to hand served the other fool and
Only the top in the chain of command remained
I step in the room
Felt his brain and was consumed by the fumes of death
I could tell that except for my homeboy
He released fools like they was some toy
I wasn’t annoyed but this guy could fight a little
So I solved the riddle with the staple gun
And started stapled his chest to his chest
He had a big breast and screamed
In my dream I could tell he wasn’t a human being
So I reinvented cement and left him dead and bent
On the ground
WIth the foot stomp I solved his crown

My eye closing down into a funnel
Why
On 9
Recline
Water
Offer of Chocolate
For spit
Released soft
Heat the flows
Know
Knowledge
Apology
Rock the House
A mouse EEk!
Shot them down
Speak Chinese
The Dalai Lama
All the Drama
Smoke Pot
Cause the flow Cold
Release Chi blocked
The speed
Toxic Mushroom Dose

Black Lotus
Float all Drug Coatings off
Softness of Tai Chi
With the Liquid Metallically
The challenge is to sort for Valiance
A Gun doesn’t pull a trigger
It takes a True Master
Everyone has to flee
From the Demon
Explosives
Delivery
A Trigger be War
All fought for
Thinking linking minds
Blindness
I find just Mind
Softly float away
Into Space

All topped
Made his rock
Took stock
Up the block
Name is shock
Clocked the knock knock
Stop shutting down clowns
Running rounds through fool’s crowns
Soaked in small town
Think like flow round the ink
Pink
Red mixed with White
All fights ignite at night
At the party
With hard heat to freak
I serve bleek
Heard as you teach
Busted a reefer chopper off your
Rocker talker nonstopper
With clip the clockwork
Spot jerk
Murder Verse
Bloodthirsty ill flow
Heel to Toe
Ring Grows
Of mushrooms
Kid’s took them much too soon
A spoon of Cocaine
Went by No Name
With the Flame
Each drug tested
Many rejected
In the section

Rob
Slob
Bob
Caught his Job
Off the Corncob Pipe
Fiending for Ice
And pizza
I release cheese into the bloodstream
All Human Being know what I mean?
Many don’t
Score the bonus
To phone us
Just prone to Dustbuster
I Luster
Shine and Glow
Never blow up
I roll hold held in bed
Felt Rebel the spell for hell
Mix the Melon
Into fruit cocktail
Then I bail


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860271 - 06/07/23 04:40 PM (9 months, 6 days ago)

Lost all they cost of currency
What burned was the heat
Water takes over and remain stoner
On the phone you’re learning curving
Swerving into serving game
Murder is in the lane
They gangbang
And can’t hang
A soldier stang them all day until they killed
9 Aim it’s still a fill for the split bill
On rifle will
I Nike sight pull off a light glow
My fight flow
I’m nice to the frozen I goes inside the mind
Behind that lay dead blind and buried
Scary to beware of torture slowly
Scorch yah I was born to be Sun
Number gun off the hung step
With my black lungs crept up
I stuck them if the threaten such
I don’t sweat in any more done
I just don’t even answer the door
I can mop the floor with a weapon

For those who never rolled Meth
Beware steps they air cut slice through they tear
Twice true as a bare fridge
Mic the kid up and you still stuck no matter what
I license the ducks to pluck
Service they shut closed cases
Baseless they ace fists up the place split backs
Beware of the Tacks murder slaps on victims
Bitches end they sickness still bled on feds
Microphones red bloody
Money from gun heat a thing complete
Flight and flow reach below the deep to creep slow
Ice blow up and I told you this shit is truck
I got baseball bats
I like my Ganja cap way more
But it’s not a gory thing like the born to sting like to ring
Ganja is soft and flow and blow slow
Creep up with the seat as a knucklehead grows his head up
Roll you shed struck as a duck if I want to I front fools
I dunk on spools of punks that’s cool I guess
I don’t like it I tamed the flesh and blood
We just got skill and ill until everyone top bill

My practice got blacklisted black balled until walled
A dollar bill rifle still until I mic up will height struck
A crane wing plucked a snake and dragon make it great again
Any weight you spin from within I shot the children
Killed in War I core to they still spend their days
Gangbanging on plays it’s angering when it stays around
And you sound profound with the crown that hops hips clowns fools
Tools they use is fluid I like to ruin a speedfreak’s drug bleeps
I run out sheep dust they heap of ashes stash is complete
Each geek they meet they sweeten it
To beatin’ up the kids for no reason
It’s still the season of the gang
We need Ganja to reign
Kids live in a dream of TV, Computer and rap music
Very few choose it
It’s kind of forced upon them
They soldier up with little luck and clue what to do
They panic struck all day in the fray
I murdered it slayed
Angelic after my heavy Ganja, too intelligent
I got hella bent before Psychedelic
I killed it so hardcore on shrooms
All I do is meditate in the tombs

The rancid ethnobotanist got the Glocks in crisp
Don’t talk about sticks wicks tricks in the mix rollin’ six
Don’t trips on me I ski lead you to drew dro’ over flow Ganja Cold
I scold doctors bold to call Shrooms a Drug I thug on it
I rub them wrong way told them it’s a sacrament and I still say it
Companies want to claim it or something
Sell synthetic Psilocybin Pill
That shit’s ill
Chew your shrooms well
You could bat out of hell rebel against society
Against the doctors trying to be Shamans
Their talk makes no sense
They dealing with a thing they don’t understand it bring the definition
Of drug into Question Completely
Unseat all the heat be dipping easy after stacks
Relax like breeze be I got it to bomb facts
That grease released me


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860273 - 06/07/23 06:40 PM (9 months, 6 days ago)

Mind at 9
Blowing wine
Out the basket
Ass kicked
Plastic Glocks
I stalk the street
At night
Blow out the lights
WIth air strikes they flight’s
Prepared for the scare
They tear flesh and bone
I get stoned flashbacks
And I’m on caps
For sack of bud
Study the muddy waters
Your order a design
To blindness
Rewind this
What time is it?
I line up crisp
Bitches hit you
Slit throat glisten coat
It sugar coated
Soaked till it floated
Root Beer wrote it
I got exploded
Corn Cob pipe
Like I’m an old hype and stoner
I keep telling you I’m a stoner
Tripper cap flipper
Pull up your zipper
Your shit lift in the air

You dare cry?
Pullin’ up high
The air dry
It’s hot
People get shot in the stare them in the eye
Confrontation
Every examination of the facts reveals blacks are targeted
And Hispanics black market flipped and sold Fentanyl Pills
A dollar a piece
Shit is easy to synthesize by the gangs that lit your cries for help
I’m telling you I’m a stoner
I flip a loner in his or her zone blur
Until it stir Gold earned a fat purse
What’s worse is the curse of the Plaintiff
Arraignment skipped dripped brains and Crip Walked
I hit Meth out the ballpark
A Narc is a shark on target
With a lot of except that flavor neighborhood behavior good
I stay gripping’ wood grain with chains

Let’s all roll 8s Sativa Cannabis with the Water Fasts
Earn Keys in G cement that invent the bent all over again
Torn in the ten speed dead weed meth bleed I accept Ganja only
I stone key in the lonely fee for the speedway street talk
I be balk and walk out the chalk mark psych the mind up on a diamond
I lineman binded bound winded winded wound wounded
Cocoon in the fluid lens that grew tense
I trip a lot
And lit like a Glock
Spitting rounds off without a thought by itself
Someone pulled the trigger
A master with no care or awareness of the air that shit is daring
Wave your fists in the air!

Catch the Ganja safety net with much respect
A Tech can kill you but unless you stupid Ganja won’t loop that kid
I slid in on both
I like a megadose
See how high I get and rep
Don’t step to the crowd and sweat
I sweat and the crowd step to me
I don’t key
We all G and like to smoke Ganja Weed
Herb
Whatever you call it’s word like dollar bill the topic
I stop hits on tricks with the magic fix the wagon
Bag in the pocket zip locked to stop the flavor loss
My behavior cost a lot on strike to light right up
I love a Reefer cut
Soak and such out as blood flow
Release the roll and behold
I’m an Eagle like Gold
Sometimes flipping shrooms
LSD
I’m intelligent way I be
Magically enhanced with the answer to the question

You can screw your face to taste plus ace a place called laced strut
Glutton for the Ganja Hut then
The shock ring the talk singing winging it
Bringing hits with the technique time tested in the flesh kid
I rap respected always blessed with the MIC degree
I G and free likely I P still I bleed until power drill kill
All ruined but I stew in the fumes end the fluid lens to do it
Recommend fluent in the ends to wreck crews true as they intend to bruise
I shoes up true and that’s tough to rough a fool up for opening season
All breeze in the cheese then I speak recommend deceased fools that grease crews fled
All of them bled with the knife wounds it’s my type to spoon soon
I a goon that fire gun at high noon in the dry room
Ganja crying to be consumed I got it shoe in

Square two circles around the beef drew a crowd all around they found
When I down I rock it from now until you read clear
The fear sets in with those whose sets spin
I liken to end the entrance for the indentations in the head that’s dead fact
How you react depends on your map
You cold cap it you practice till they back bitch
This rap’s crisp
A fool got dissed with a tool in his mouth after blowing the house down
I got a crown I wear tear into the flames that names unnamable
I blame you pull up a gun and entertain you well
I rain crew as gel all max and mellow
Like jello I jiggle wiggle waggle sag your pants hand up advanced
Chances are slim for you so you should recede with your whole crew

Professional rappers got they caps turned
Shit shove in and that’s backward
I cap blurred the sack stirred up my bad words
To attack first
Only Ganja in the sack now
How I reroute a doubt of the act that shout
I Mac a mountain off a fountain of youth
Truth recoup the sleuth on deuce for gang truce to get footloose
I juice I ruin slid they flew in instead
Mortally bled to death
Sex entrance into the flex the Dentist drilled your ass
Killed in class to the task a mismatch
Rollin’ nowhere fast a soldier ask
Why we gotta kill and ill in Civilian life
I murder mics up the job to strike lightning
Clap thunder everyone wonder in disbelief
I feel grief yet released as I deceased off some cheese in the breeze

Blinded by the light
I’m riding a Cash route
Speaking of Riding
I need a butterfly wing again to extend
Clips tend to spread murder will it instead of the burner you led
The charge on hard guard their garden
It’s a far thing to the starving peeps cheats with skis and eats
Sweet pastry a tasty thing someone wing bust
I trust that flushed out the cat
Sold his map for a gat to relax on my back strong
I hit the bong and sold wax for a song
To fully back wrong the full heat straighten you late in crew
To break some fool

Wreck crews
On the W you always lose
Rock these shoes I got and crew on the top
I hop a hip to Glock sick murdering the tricks and flips
Little Hicks who rip shit up sit through a snuff
I dust a love message to professional
Set you full of Bullshit
I murder hit
It’s on the list
I rock a crisp chain with medallion ice gleam like at Shaolin
With the nice steaming ice bath Murder was the task and the class
Fully outlast the dash of spice that mics up fed
Murder in the head until they dead
A soldier got held out his folder for spread
The ingredient was obedience to the slinging lead slugs
Drugs don’t mean you thugs or put it down in clubs
You gotta rub fools use the tools you pack exact

Ace crews with blades when I’m playin’ with my gray meth ball to the day
I release stray shots at blood clots
Serve a sucka why not?
They gone get rocked on the block to stop that shit
Always hittin’ never in the kitchen fixin’
The meals that’s real I got a heat gel that swell my feet like a diabetic
I edit crews
Flew in with the two step till it through bet I come through slept
On beats defeats toy MCs avoid flight Gs annoyed by my speed
I got tons of OG weed
I hammer the fam your thinking of with the iron glove gauntlet
The bomb threat is always in step with the check
I’m about to murder wreck a sucka with a Tech
Flyin’ white with a diamond on sight they pull weapon
They threaten people and can’t hang
Catch the sequel for the dead end my mind is peaceful

P be up on a G PG&E
Platinum clean out attacks with rung bell
Murderers dwell in the curvature hell is servin’ fools
I got this I Glock this
So many Glocks with kids
Glocks is bitch
I don’t like a floss on the cross for the boss to toss it
I lost it and topic stop shit rock spread murder head
Bled bleeding bloody all money with gun heat
A fool is complete
Learn some fighting technique
I’m lightning till next week
Always writing raps
Serving facts up
From the back I get struck
I don’t know if this is supposed to be funny
So all I do is stack chips and count money

All ducks that move with the soft groove get shot up
All ducks in a row the product is bomb threat
Etch-A-Sketch threat to erase I pace
Mace a break no mistake flake and bake and shake
Hate a player hater fate is the derringer
You ain’t got a care in the World so you swirled ice cream
My mic seem lit
I bit a murder verse off a Crip to Drip Brains
I got aims with weapons maintains fools be steppin’
I left in the left end a lot to send off friend
I bend bent say it stay it up ladies and gents
With dental floss all soldier tossed his shit
Or hers who’s murdering first?
On first base on a chase to score in the game
Maimed and killed ice grilled spot got chilled on
All in this until the real sharp steel comes strong
I sung a song of bong rips
I float and save my chips up for the bitch in the cut
That spurn to struck a kid
Fit that shit into your vacation plan
I’m no stranger than fiction or truth

I run and hide when it’s time to ride
Peep gats and slip through the cracks like suicide
Inside my mind I got diamonds and treasure
A measure of sword scored an award with kin
All sin wiped away when the time spent is for rent due
In your place to practice
You a hack until you skill with the ill
Weapons until you center and not step in
I see the left end all day
A ray of Sun begun to illuminate
Set it straight
I like a late night snack and stack Platinum Plaques
My mind raps
I jacks fools who attack schools with guns
Mass shootings from the polluting of culture
Everyone vulture swoop in on the carrion
I stay very strong I need bong rips and swords
I love to check in the source of this no flex on the X marks the spot dot a fool shot

Eat the wrong thing
Swing a bat and contact
Black servant all churned in the distance of slavery
Behavior get crazier when the blaze blurs
But I hold it down like murders
I curved and burned
I need to burn one
Meaning a joint get in the way I’m on point
I strike down the boy and man
Anyone that can’t rap is strapped right now
The town
Painted red
Against federal regulation I saved the nation
From the radio station that plays shit
That’s whack
I’m on a long lap of distance
I been since the resistance effort prevailed
It was all hailed by the countrymen
To something ends the toughness and roughness
I blush chicks
I finish crisp
And crips run away from me

All the skulls cracked it’s Wu
Come through with the fluid
You couldn’t do it get it done you ain’t from the ruins
I true flip school kids on Murder lids of grass
In the stash my burner lasts
I got that Ganja and a lot of harm done on it
I reprogrammed my whole set so I could fight
Bet
I run through a Tech 9 I got the next AK-47
Down the line and you out of time
All relax recline
State the facts you in a bind
I just wash my mind and soul clean
In this bad dream I had
I don’t get mad or even
Never fight believe in Wu



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860279 - 06/09/23 02:44 AM (9 months, 4 days ago)

Stretch X marks
Bullet parks in the extra dark chocolate
Nighttime ride inside
You could ride the shotgun
A lot of a ton
A gun go off
The boss flipped his roster
You saw stir in the World
A third of the slid was hidden
Forbidden from carrying weapons
Everyone sex in the game
Called murder flame I exclaim
I brain drain
Bike in the lane with flame
All one in the same
I twitch stitch and came
With the aim
To never miss always hit
Servin’ fit
A monkey trip
A punk be slipped up
I ripped the truck jewels off fools

All straw hits jack
Need a Mac to relax to the music
Music true in it’s form is pure worn through
License grew on the dice kids up into stew
Flight with the crew
All hectic expect tricks to flex in it
To begin with you could get ridden of
Fittin hand in glove
A love is a dub sack
Murder black in the act of contact
React with the bomb back
Sold crack and relax
Flip Flap hold max and see cats dance
Take a chance
My style is advanced I answer
The word up cancer
Hands cut off stiff real stuff
In steel rough with the handcuffs
And be as such it’s too much

What kind of gun you strung from to have done it come Tuesday
I import Ganja from Hawaii just for sport
I contort the majority better than the Florida Keys
All Gs pleased with the ease in which I breeze
I got a disease called skis
I max Chi to degree for the Hawaiian you see
Don’t flee just light up a tree
Stand next to me and be with one of the greatest
Of all time
Can’t believe the way I rhyme when I’m
On Ganja Hawaiian it’s the bomb for the lawn chair
Through dawn you could see the glare of the Sun
All eyes read for Human Consumption
I run some to folks who want the Holy Smokes

I’m having the vision
Again
Imprisoned for Gold lens
My friends
Check this
Wreck this crisp
Dissed a lick of twist
With what missed the mark
Your target got a scar in it
I market the fate
Of the to date
Greatest players of the game
Maintain
How brains light
Visions at night
I bright as the Sun
Hydrogen bomb from
One of the greatest
The finest
With the inside scoop
On all
You need to shoot down the enemy pilot
Who even try it
I light up the Swastika
With shots in yah

Ballin’
Eight Tre
Of a Gray Gangster Alien
The way we been
Is shame on them
Ahem!
I hock up phlegm
Need the Ganja intend
To soften Water and Liquid
Stick Tricks in the system
To listen to crews fist with the brews
All lit and on twos and threes
Cheese!
Top Trees with the breeze warm
Diseased before the norm what’s sworn
Born again
Acts that end the rational blend
Of folks with jokes to spoke with

Poke fun and missed
The seriousness
Of the Business
I represent
I was sent as an expert
In all the flex jerk
Infighting and rhyme writing
Down and dirty grinding
On the time being
Mind I’m seeing

Electrical hookups
On drugs that pull plugs on thugs
Gangster visions and mugs
For the decision each one is different
I get bent
Fully loaded
With baseball bats holdin’ fat stacks
I max
Got to ask about the facts that stats you raps
Pick up jacks like gats intact
With flack spittin’ out the written
Or freestyle
I challenge any child who be wild
To calm
Smoke the megabomb
All levers on the bong hits
I strong crisp
I foggy like a wisp
I hog heat and defeat the bleach
In meds eye that iodine
In crack black tar and it’s crap
Soldier bold your cap fold up
Tracks that old but I sold shut case
Cold on maps that fold up
Military is scary
And I can hang but just barely
I dare heat up
Psilocybin to the rhyme again

I want the Ganja right now
How could you slip up and let a meth head
Read you his bleeding said
I’m on meth and death tripping
Sipping flipping lyrics
Quickening you fear this
But they can’t come near this
I got a beer itch
A cinch to split in the ink with the thinking
Blinking me ice skating rink crinkly G
I wink and a fleet of warships
Come to tore shit up
Lead the on Ganja so what’s up?
The mellow all hello
Trip a dip off a skip and flip
Write this while they bit this and try to trick
You into the blues with bad drugs
Bad thugs released from prison with bad luck
From the decision
We live in a prison
With violent criminals

Grilling ice willing twice the step is to beiz the tree smoking wonder
But you don’t know that so you flow tracks under
Offensive on the air you intend this to be a player
Say your name for mayor
I don’t dare go there
Like a lair of dragon
I bag in with Ganja and Meth
Herbs words meant for Psychedelic I tell it to kids even
They see in the dream the scheme to light up beam
Like this on cream
So what you mean?
Do you gleam a soldier fiend for more after War is over
For PTSD his or her medication
Ain’t no way in the place to take place like an invitation
I stay in the hate kin for plate spinning
Winning with the 9th inning in sight beginning to inflict fright
I’m chilling on the dice rolled
Patrolled all Gold
Sold my soul and paid the toll
Time to take a stroll

It’s liquidation
Don’t you dare hang up to beware in the cut
Careful your tucked weapon is hair trigger
Figure that with the gat
You strapped
Rollin’ through scrapyard Golden
Told in the game about drugs claim
No hugs for thugs in the flame because
Of tugs on the rope
Coat this to float this
Begin bug business
Who wrote this?
I know it’s the twist dance
Lead romance
In the glance at the hos that down dis
Cold they town frisk you down for weapon
Now cap is checkin’
I hold down the heavy flack

So I could kick back with a sack of the Hawaiian
I’ve been twice to Maui
The climate and soil is unbelievable

We hittin’ up at Wu Tang
All Ganja and Shrooms
So who rang the bell
That doesn’t ring?
I flight in the thing
Likeness to wingtip
All lead trip in the grip
Of Cash we got later skater
I hit it up major
I date your caper with lack of flavor
Incentive to bend it as a kid
Is the skid off hidden
Trips crews is written down in spoons of dope
Smoke choke broke the vote for hope to soak
In the bath with a sack
Be right back
I got a Meth cap
With herbs
Word to murder and nerves
We took it further than the burns
On taking turns to turn up server
With the curves on the learner
Beginner a sinner in fact with tracks
That spin your backs and raps
Clap Cap because it ain’t rhyme rap

How’s About you and me smoke a joint and take a three hour walk
In Hawaii
Hawaiian Paradise is nice to experience with a pleasant walk
The Ganja lets you truly feel the place
You notice in Outer Space
A Lotus blooming
All consuming fume in the room is poisonous
I join the best to make sure my expert here
Never lurks in fear to steer clear of all those near
People pack guns on Earth
For what it’s worth I don’t carry
I hit up a Junkie for the Heroin he sunk meat in the 6 feet underground
I dropped a pound click to rob his job of how that sound?
Thick
The whole crowd is lit expecting it
Gunfire to rip
We don’t like Meth, Smack and Crack
We want the flows to come back in the undertows of the Ocean
Snorkeling enjoying Sugar Cane
A Pineapple field is for real one of the most healing things you could experience seeing
Macadamia Nuts
All the cuts Hawaiian the real thing from the King of Hawaii
I always try to be Polite
I lived for 15 years in a Small Farm Town
We shoot on sight in Los Angeles
I used to make Glass Pipes
And smoke pot and practice Silat and Escrima all the time
All day long

On the 16,000 foot peak in Peru
We don’t sniff glue
We practice Tai Chi and sniff a little nose candy
The rush of the flush through the form
A born trusted touch it to crush it dust hit the bit in such a fit
As you must get lit now
I risk the Pow!
Tai Chi was so good for me
I don’t key
People practice on Speed and all kinds of drugs
But the real thugs sniff the Cane and Smoke Ganja and explain
How Tai Chi is the sure thing for healing seeing the trees and I ski
Sometimes
I rhyme
Don’t drop a dime
We have severe criminals in the neighborhood
Up to no good
They need drugs and martial arts
That’s the smart thing to do
I true teach them
They freak the style every weekend and weekday
Don’t expect them to bend yet and display the set flex on rays
Guns from fun you done under I slumber in the lead
I got this true indeed

I’m a chill approachable guy
I practice the eye masters
The 3rd eye hasta open
For spoken word
Absurd to think you could bird chirp on me G
I light up a C Note of the toke and smoke it down
Crews from all around drop the pounds
I like to lounge in the cut
I don’t like how punk MCs strut
Shoot you in the gut or what’s up
Duck you to stuck you in the head until you dead
That’s some punk ass shit to duck Federal Charges blip on radar
Starts some smart ass bitch
With a crisp sheet
Got cold feet and was something sweet
I tried to eat him up
Cannibal
All ram in his drawers when they tore down
It’s War all around

I increased my Ganja smoking
Went from one to two grams
Smoke the whole eighth and you bake like frosted flakes
Murder a mistake to take it further
I got a burner
A fast learner
Churner upper like butter
I cut your shit off
All skid slow to a stop
Pop a gun for fun?
Never that we roll with the gat to attract bitches
Who suck our dicks and fix this like the tricks they is
My rap diamond blizzard
The Wizard what is it to keep it fresh?
All I suggest is the rest of the past tense
Murder Master the last steps you take
Ache in the wounds to tombs
All suckas meet there dooms


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860292 - 06/11/23 04:37 PM (9 months, 2 days ago)

Tai Chi makes a Dragon turn Cold
A Blood soaked rag to wipe off the blade was displayed
Like a Hand Grenade to a Soldier
I fold up the torn
I’m sworn to uphold the Rule of Law
I’m a Citizen of this Land and the Bloodshed is Excessive
A lesson for everyone is good Tai Chi

I turn any stick I pick up
Into a magic trick that lights my wrist and neck up
I don’t flex but I attack as a left hand grab the stick ambidextrous
Bet I twitch
Accept its medical
Expect it to turn Federal Crime in China
Everyone like me got shot in China
When Martial Arts were outlawed
I southpaw sometimes and turn dimes into fine wines for the sample
With ample pull cancel class and bend your bullshit up into truck rope
Cope with Ganja Smoke I broke it
The mold fit the quotation flip the potion that make medicinal tea
Ganja is just another herb for me
I cancel class for free on Psychedelic Mushroom like Maximum
The flat stand the land with the retention of fact that smacked you
Upside the head you can’t stand full up
On a duck the water off the back as surgical mask in the stash
With Cash I got a mashup of styles
Flow for miles my children got killed when I sealed in
And flow real in the defend the self it’s a health practice

Balling
All fuel is lightning
I’m waiting to revolt
Cold let it Fold up
In the Sold strut that cancel cuts that tucked weapon you steppin’ with and bitch ass kids
Lids of grass in the stash
How could time have passed so slow in the roll with untold crime criminology
I expect an apology after you solve a key with solvent
Revolve hits wet a job meant to be bent
I entrance left this place defenseless with the strangest intentions
I disarm
Pull the charm out the pocket and lock it
Pull it pop it
Shocked tricks can’t handle in the mix how I fix the wagon
It’s staggerin’ how bad I been lately
I use a skate key to break fee to relate to G
Water Fasting tomorrow
So sorry I have to borrow the keys from chocolate that’s disease and sorrow

Pop went the cannon
I’m banned from Federal Prison for having the Vision
On crystal Water cracked back bullet for the slaughter
You ordered in fact you Warrior sacked the storm front
Smoking a blunt what you wanted was to get fronted
The stunt fed the murder rate reinstated the greatest of the dated
On the playlist was the Fist and Weapons with the twist
Got the letter then to write better than the sweat your wearin’
Without caring blaring out sound aware of who was down
Who got down on the ground for hearing the sound of the gun blaugh!
Crews don’t allow the snooze button shrooms cut into sales
Fail all the cats they did hail from Oakland I take my first smoke then
In 20 years, I fall out, die, shed some tears, then kick rears
Except I ear to the street go Psychedelic all hella lit up bell the difference ring!
I sting a little thing in the swings by the playground they heard the Glock sound
Since they was little kids they wanted to get rid of guns in schools
Cause fools was runnin’ up with heat on the street

Tracks glow and you captured a rap track from below
Don’t feel cold and bold
Your strength hit the limit so gimme it
That raw
All I saw was jaws broken
Folk in the game flame up
Remain tucked weapon
The same as crews steppin’ with
Left to crisp they get dissed
Relief comes in flow fluid
To do it I ruin careers
Steer the ship into blip on radar
Take you so far out
You can’t sound doubtful or you’re route pull
A fast card to sound hard
All rappers on guard with the alarm sound charmed
The darn if I be the top rhyme skip the lock find it for free

No firearms!
You got alarms to pull the Glock and pop them then shot your friend too
What this trap bitch gone do?
I screw in the lid on the jar of bud to pull up in the car
All you went was far away from par so you slay
Murder delayed by further display of venom
Left in denim they relax and intend to kill
Raps rhyme bill until the wielding the weapon get to threaten them back in
The gun claps and
The spent blood soaked provoked coated robber with a job that hurts
Kids slobber on their shirts
I go to work and perk up the dirty stuff I heard of keys rough
But you all enough to act tough
I’m sick of the game with the gold chains
All I got is blown out brains from dice games

Blanket to mark it up
All we got is darken shots
Murder plots on hot streets
Clock a block dreaming of the next day cream gleaming
Around the neck and wrist freezing
Breezing Gs in the lean on the lead glowing head
Dice up meds
I slice some bread and come for the head
Got the Feds screwed with lead bruise
The edge sharp and you lose choose to flew it’s the rule
My crew do unto you out of the blue
My Gong Fu is for the stew
In this knew know fluid flow
From head to toe dust this patrol that roll
I said in the cut dead and bloody with the nuts
I roll struts
Guts twisted
Rap kids missed it and twisted tied
Flip flow flied the eye about to cry and get high
You can’t deny the drug game plug thug with aim
Murder is all I exclaim

A whirlwind with weapons
Stepping deflecting connecting
I check in the system to fix this
Dis kids who pick up gats flip their hats
And jack cats with a weak stance
Take no chance brave advance
I got a lance and double sword
Awarded the source with fifty
I need to hit with heat
Complete my each seat is a clone
All out alone at night
Never scared beware kids who dare come to jack
Smoke a fat sack rewind with crack
Service facts to swerve this hat
Roll through traps
Zap attack a splat the head
Leathers laid dead
Feather light sprayed with blood
Release the muddy waters off slaughters
I caught the order to sort it out
Short mode doubt a murder route

They hadn’t smoked cannabis
And pulled the gats hopped chain link fence
You could tell the difference in head
I did a lot of meth and it’s a death trip
Adrenaline rip through the frame hit crews all they aim in the stews
I brews up a good fertilizer for my Ganja to rise and become the Trees
Fully
I don’t bully or get bullied
I’m a fair man
Don’t plan to scan the brain in every lane but this thug shit I can explain
All kids was wanna be gangsta thugs on drugs
They shot the slugs from the cannons
And blammed something
For fronting you get nothing more than what you came for
Carnage and Gore is from the spot
The pot spot served game in flame not with the same name
I came to maintain this head always think Sativa to be a G one day
On a killing spree most ain’t shopping to stopping thinking with lights blinking
In and out no doubt the word of mouth
I got a Ganja route that no one fucks with
I bucks bitch
Out the toe of the sneakers to scare them I flow in the air then
My fists light up tricks
It ain’t no trick and don’t try to copy it from me
I live peacefully

You don’t kick back and smoke crack
You max an axe split rhyme backs like mind fist stacks unkind relax
Pull jacks out the spine
Wine and dine
Release mind
Dough rush
Cold crush suffer such as the suggestion
No question
You relief lesson is incomplete
Until you jump out your seat and repeat over and over
Four leaf clover nice to know yah
Real crack is rare
It costs so much scares politicians in a hush to bum rush
Us and them max mice and men
Tax twice as they spend to end it
At the dentist you wax tremendous
Got your entrance fee into key with ski
I practice blades and smoke weed
A crack hit bit knacks off shit to tracks split backs again
I Mac with the ends so friendly
I spend heat on a gun for fun so sweet weighs a ton
Spun number one to high strung but begun to become unwound sound bound
Nouns and verbs subject predicate rent out bent now and always until the end
Make crack your best friend?
Or smoke Ganja I can’t decide either!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860304 - 06/15/23 11:52 PM (8 months, 28 days ago)

We lookin’ for buds
Who got the cold rub backwards to put in a sack towards it
Award with the 5th element
Intelligent
Came up with relevant lyrics
About to itch this beer I’m on got me gone
We been in a bud drought
The cops surrounded the town and took both pot dealers down
Down all we got is meth and hard dragon breath like Vodka Death
Black shit take a rest to stress
I must confess I passed the test
To see who is def I got the chest hairs
My Breast bare with magic breast plate
Arrest the stare in state that War on a stoner mind state
It’s too late
I got it
I shot it and rotted in the plotted scheme
All behold this night beam infrared with cream
My Glock gleam
I stop the stream
Run the river backwards
I could get a sack fronted towards me
To award kilos I flow real slow and blow lyrics
All steer the ship pilot to file it in the mind whip
The time is time to dip
I’m out of here on trip

Hit a massive clip to an LSD trip
Tried crack in the bathroom with Lucky
Me and Lucky smoked blunts see
He put in half the time so I did the crime with him in my rhyme time and again
I got awarded these wings earned them churning out degrees that burn till you freeze
I breeze through writer’s block talk blocked shit
Rock ripped up toppled Crips and whole flocks with gangster talk
You can get out and walk through the Jungle
My two seater is a beater
I rock it down the street your
Bitches lookin’ good I got wood
I should have stood that one bitch up
The dumb slut
Any way bit I rhyme a cut up some front
Stunt on the want who in this dumb stupid get pissed and have to loop it
You must have missed cupid shot an arrow into a sparrow
And narrowed the league I caught a dream extreme
Anyway any day Lucky got arrested for selling rocks in the park
He had suggested I spend all my money on crack
Since that day in Venice beach I slayed MCs

Razor blade raised true as the days been laid men out
The razor cuts front no stunt you could get it if you want
Some pull a stunt and runt like little pickle get ridiculed
Fueled to two is the tune so boom this farm on alarm for the yarn I speak
8 days a week a freak peak and reach the maximum highest the flyest
I die stitch the why wish them goodbye stitch in time
Mine is like cocaine lines straight to the brain then I’m flyin’ high again
In my rhymes I recommend drugs you could thug to this gangbang
Do the twist so slang the sacks relax pick up on tracks to tax the enemy
Send them to me with the blade already bloody
I muddy and ain’t nuthin’ funny or sweet they can’t compete
Dead on your feet meet this meat gravy slavey boy real McCoy toy
Employed by the rap industry that can’t get with me I’m to dreamy in the A team
And block this shock this top spit the drop sets on rocks flex the top next
I Glock sex with rock arrest the hos suggest a flow head to toe
I like a foot massage after the garage has a car accident in it
You shouldn’t have printed that fake driver’s license for that bitch
You shouldn’t have a bitch
Bitches ain’t shit but hos and tricks I fix their wagons and rinse my dragon

I can settle my chi and mind with a binder bound book of energy look!
The tendency is never to be seen again
I practice out on the porch and then
Everyone has seen the thing in action being an attraction
Around the hood
I’m too good to be around people
I should be released like a diseased needle
I’m feeble
I hardly ever practice
I can circulate my chi to match this
Blind swordsman
My shit don’t record when I surface end the torturous murderous lurk in this
With the twist
Bloody fist money crisp
I could roll down the list of files with smile
Why I’ll still flow with the steel for a ho you know
Hos need the Gong Fu so they could tell a guy no and then flow
Off to their own thing grow like a human being
Not be called a ho
Get one to go and just flow
Roll out of control and sold on Gold with the wings that blow breeze
In the trees you smoke or the one monkey climb to rhyme and pick fruit
I’m on the end of a shoot
A branch that about to snap and cold cap some shit

I blaze guns off the one the from the Sun or something like that
Sun all the nonmartial cats full intact
Or you could get jacked or run up the ass by white trash
I stash the gat in the rear end
Why I always defend myself
I roll in stealth
With you scream and yell about jelly gasoline Napalm to the extreme
You wanna get hit by the team or clock cream?
I got so much cream I seem inhuman being
I’m seeing through my third eye
Word don’t even try I’m so high I might die
I done did it
Died in prison with the vision for the decision I made
To always rock blades serving you bad grades stay slayed in the shade
Murder made these crazies all hazy eyed
Service the supply don’t ask why or try to stay high
On crack you murder want some back it goes further
Rock a burner and get wilin’ profilin’
I like cap and a murder rap for the masses
Smoke a lot of grasses and hashes
You can’t match this until you lift the latch on cannabis

Let’s not go hard
Pull out a shard you fight in the Yard
Let’s go soft your boss
Tossed the fighting stick into the trick
Light a bic lighter under the crack pipe igniter
Hey!  This kid doesn’t fight fair
That’s cause I don’t fight at all
This isn’t a brawl to crack your skull!
This is an art
I’m torn apart from the challenge of the valiance
I got my balance still
I rifle the ill of stifle this drill to fight
Let’s not ignite a fight now!
Murder with the pow
Further than is allowed in sport fighting
So this is real fighting?
You expect me to be righting and mastering in tight with the master lock?
Shocked
Pull up popped the head
Rocked him soft and then he bled to death
What’s in the treasure chest?
The bandits left it must be hectic to step with
Trapped ripped rapped up fast
I wasn’t about to leave without the cash
So I made a dash got an axe and busted the chest in two
It was full of fool’s gold
Raps get sold out the mold

It’s time for the flight of the Phoenix
After years of being dissed it returned
Burned all earnings up
With earnest pluck as such as much
It’s hard to touch
Even if you bust and lust after the Phoenix
Don’t mean to beam in this but we need Jesus
To take the flight at night
Couldn’t you picture Jesus riding the Phoenix tight?
Now a Phoenix brings insight
It’s not polite to give it the middle finger
I linger on doubts of the Phoenix trounce
All disbelievers
I have the achievement verse that cursed
Anyone about to burst
I thirst for Phoenix flights
Out of sight is where I hit the ball
After a stalling Phoenix called my name
Who in the rap game is to blame
A soldier aimed and missed the Phoenix
I’m a martial artist so I ripped the soldier apart in this
I hard to kick ass of
Like hand in glove I rap this rub off the Phoenix captive
And slap bitches upside the head
Leave red hand print marks
The sharks ate up the marks in the Ocean Breeze of cheese

With the fatal cocaine styles
I can leave miles of child’s fathers dead bodies on the ground with the slaughters
They caught theirs unaware so be careful
Of the fatal cocaine styles of Gong Fu
You can’t raw true without the stew so I blew blow
Just so you know the cocaine styles are fatal
I wait slow for the next toe to toe always on cocaine you know
My flow grow each and every time I blow
I show hos and the Average Joes how to under control get stole on
Dead bodies on the ground how I fold long to corpse them up
Lead cocaine is like truck jewel makin’
No mistake in the bake when I rake in the bacon for goodness sake and
The dead bodies on the ground aren’t as good as pounds of cocaine
I liken the coke to something you don’t ever joke about
Pulled the lever and now I’m smokin’ it out
Yep.  Freebase to taste for the paper chase in rap
Fiends cold clap perhaps run laps around the tracks for blow
But little do they know
I flow flow and flow on blow
Leave them dead head to toe all over the ground
I got pounds of cocaine freebase
No need to ace it’s basic
Every day all day I taste it
I get the greatest chicks to kiss my lips

Psychedelics are the real cold cut crush
Feel small in the Universe
Even the Greatest Gong Fu is matchless
When you practice after a trip I sip on a bong hit
I travel trip
I lighten the drip drop of the brain through the lane
On Psychedelics you can explain how you aim
Are you insane?
Do you claim set?
Do you rep the Dragon’s Breath?
Many names I kept exclaimed how I state rep
I flame up and crept on a strong mushroom trip
I flip light excite the sensory organs ignite into primordial
All vortexes swirl
All hexes release the deceased in this World
On LSD you can see a tree growing Ganja rolling
I’m patrolling the area because I have Psychedelic Awareness
And I’m aware of the whirled up cut in the trip sold as such
Release the peace to you true as who flew
Psilocybin is extremely powerful
A water Fast with the Psilocybin Flash is how the Buddha illuminated
Ascetic practice on Psychedelic
Buddha was quite a man
A man Enlightened
People write about Buddha
I study Buddha and Gong Fu
It is how I found the truth of life in a knife wound
You can see a tomb and a tree sprouting
All around the thing you are counting on a wing to save you in a fight
When the fight ignite it is trip like the light you saw last night as law

Spun thunder one wonders about
How to reroute consciousness
The promise slips through the fingers
As time lingers you can’t begin to see this
Until you be on the list of mind fist practice
The blacklist the rap dissed the tricks
Mix in the six the time drips drops like the mental
Residential is basic shelter
You felt the sting of the Welfare Line
Each time with each rhyme I’m on the chopping block
It’s got to stop
Get me a vial of liquid LSD
Ganja Trees, Methamphetamine, Cocaine and a place to train
I maintain the most difficult task to masking tape
To drapes that close curtains to mistakes that crews work with
In the dish rap crisp type slips through the fingers
It lingers in time and space fingers like knives that erase lives
I thrives on the vegetation
Each nation with Water take the time to order
And sort through the stew of how you grew


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/18/23 11:11 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860323 - 06/19/23 04:20 AM (8 months, 25 days ago)

You could light a spliff
Take an LSD trip
But all you want is nuts
Oil up the lube job steady with the medically proven
Soothin’
Get your shit movin’ with the groovin’
I do in the end what recommended blended with splendid
I behead them for speaking Sin
I release unhinged the dinner bell ring
Got this sing about tacos
And little kids stoppin’ flows
Rock them shows
At the chosen time I close in with rhyme
Sold a soldier on a dime sack
A fool writes me I write them back
Fill up a sack then
With a Ganja Blend on Nuts
I struts the street dust true as they compete
Eat up the nuts so sweet
Raw all my jaw got the gnaw on
I’m long gone
5 years on nuts in my long John’s

Nobody touches a Meth job
I dilate straight out the fate of the Universe
All snake
Rehearsed a burst for the thirst for thirst quench
Heat up the bench
Stench smells like an L
Reefer with meth lit as well
I spark a dry cell battery and sad to see Meth so sweet
I track meet relax on the street
Bust the cold feet
Greet the Soldier fate to fold yours
Skate on low glows I can hate on told yours
I Gold cores
I more than sold
I sold and bold
Man my meth rolled
I got it old in the socket wrench
Entrance is defenseless
On reefer for instance
I light up the difference is truck
Rope steady around the neck so heady
Meth survived the live to thrive
I got this on mind to rewind for the crime
To smoke a dime
I touched the rhymes
I notch in the belt felt that now I roll cat
And stroll fat down the lane with a candy cane
Who’s to blame?
Still I love a Ganja Flame
What is you lame?
We do it big time in the drug game

Smoke Ganja!
Fuck Meth!
Fuck Meth!
Fuck Meth!
It leaves your left hand in a state of death
Every single inch you crept you was in lockstep with death
With a Glock Tech and Mac you rhyme backwards
Relax all the curves with sap further as heard of the burner it’s served
Swerved learned and burned on the spot
I suggest Pot for people new to herbs
Get some shrooms
Spoon of the wonder medicine of Ganja your very best friend
I practice martial arts on it and get the bent man
Release the plan to jam on the record to seconds score it brand
My man with the herb is word up you heard of truck?
He got the Phat Air Nikes plus struck you on sight
At night we take flight and write rhymes
Serve a sucka who heads dimes
We got weight big time with these High Times
Relax relate minds to the diamonds
I find this found out the lounge
It’s chill to be in the freedom with the Cement
I invent the special Ed Tour Bus the lure thrust into dust
I bust
Release on Ganja with the cuss words and further heard of ducks
Your curvature is hardcore so chill relax and smoke some more

I hit up an MDMA capsule to see what all the hassle is about
I figured if one is good then ten are better
So I put on a sweater and took 1.5 grams of MDMA
I seen a Dragon get slayed
I taggin’ on Adam, a nickname for MDMA
The Ecstasy has me floating free without the coating that make MCs flee
I raps a G and got the P on so lead you till dawn on the ski on the lawn
My shit is gone
I release long to speed to pay heed to the bong
Bong hits I like this rips and trips I Candy Flips
I write the right on with the sights on the jackpot
Release the crack spot for the knack not as black rot and Fester
I’m left with corned up test you learned and burned on
It’s the same song I release MDMA to the teeth I flow like Cheech and Chong
Each roll is to decease the patrol
They say MDMA takes it’s toll on the brain
So you can’t roll every day
But that’s OK I like to praise the gayness of the flaming gay festival
That stress you pull out of the treasure chest give it a rest
I keep abreast of the new wave of drugs
Thugs get it bug and plugged with the bullets
I live life to the fullest

Once,
I punched a guy in the face for talking that ace crap
I stayed in black lands with gangs of brigands
I signature isn’t even gonna reinvent the wheel sent
The peeling revealing nudity soon to scoot a new breed off
Soft the cost leading to the boss got tossed in the trash heap
All relax fleet of skeet is team dream bust a bleep cuss word
Absurd so perturbed to get it churned guts hurled up vomit bust
Trust that roll fat cat with the surplus I thrust my cock into my husband
I wasn’t even bent when I did it straight to the limit with the dinner date
Relax a plate on skate reveals the hatred towards gays and lesbians
Let’s be friends then serve a Platinum lens menace the denizens
Clever extra extends the sex recommends the blends of ends
Chen style Tai Chi is popular because of explosive release of energy
Like the orgasm I’m a gay G gangster thug with tons of the Ganja Drug

I black sack of Ganja rapped about and on one son with the gun barrel in your mouth
The Ganja I flew down South for it to score it tore hits like trips
I rip the raw dog gone it
I saw in the fit the floor and it’s so rolled up thick I smoke it
I toke on Ganja broke long the joke on the TV is to freely grow it and just be
What be is the truck GP I rock a key and block the lead goons
Like cocoons I spoons the hash oil to boil in my pipe
Type A mic up slay dice cut them display the nice strut the delay on the ice but
I don’t use meth any more I to the core with Ganja War on farmers
Has me in harm’s way I charmed to say I grow it all the way to smoke it
I hope hits like this roll in the sickness the bitch it’s the shit in trick dis
I light up a quick bud to burn down wear the crown
What you seen and heard after now is the maximum allowed
I got big jowls from chewing beef jerky
Still MCs on disease drugs can’t hurt me
I work in the Kilos to peel slow for real with the flow
I needlepoint joint anoint the secret potion with the ocean of variety
I tight in with GP I like too key up and breed the stuff lean on rough
Indica and Sativa

A Soldier of Fortune
Catch a portion of tortured slow reappropriating
Soak your Satan in the make ends meet
Greet a seat with complete competitive
Letter sent to a friend bent his entrance to intend to flew
I grew Ganja and Meth
Now I take ten steps back hack up a sack of Herb toked
Smoked it to cope with the broken bits?
Nope a soldier fix this like a dish of soap for your mouth
Down South you heard about the clout they shout out
I run a route and serve a fool no doubt
Lost his cool murder tool a cruel World
Yes it turns burns and everyone learns about life
I took a knife and stuck it in this ice pick
Ice trick thick with twitch a cinch to sell to the rebels
The devil played his hand in several of my brand
I got a brain scan and it said I remained man
After torture I scorch your burn churn the seas
Spread disease smoke some trees sure thing and I breeze
In an out of the cheese I like it talking to psychic stalking
Walking Gs is chalking freeze and you copping more Methamphetamine
I just gleam my mic beam on the hype with the steam engine
Sendin’ a message to all left back hefty sack of Ganja
You need this bomb on your armchair to alarm fair
On the stop and stare I’m deadly from Ganja so Beware
Plus Psilocybin I roll inside the mind live and strive to understand the plan

The gift of the Serpent to work it
Come out my shirt spit verses then quit
My Serpent comes from immobility with agility
On really freezing cold Ganja Weed and Shrooms
I consumed knowing full well what I was doing
For the ensuing skill that resulted
My cult following swallowing the Psychedelic
I tell it I bell hit up the metal splinter you could tell
I got a meth cap which furthered The Serpent
As purpose for the shirt fit
On the church bit
I lurch into split the opponent’s shit open
Leaving broken bones and bleeding
Cut off limbs seeding hymns of blood soakage
I wrote shit in distress from unrest
In China

I am so fantastic at martial arts
I am drastic
And pull the Plastic Glock
On Meth to talk that from the chest I stalk
I cold hawk Ganja shreds to death
Clip in except I listen to the steps
I rest your head on the concrete bed
White sheet your ass
Then let’s see you talk
I cold rock the spot
With the LSD Microdot I’m hot
I got the Watch that says
What time it is
I’m with Women and Children
So you get killed in this
For real keep your distance
I trip
Switch a four fifth?
Hell no
I got the Four Four
Let’s go to War
Settle the score
I Gangs to the Core
You could snore through clips rip
Just what your brains drip
Take a sip of the mixture

I reconnected with my Psychedelic trip
Took a drip drop
Down the Water faucet a lot
I am a master of Silat and Escrima
I want to learn BJJ
Nice to see yah!
Peace!
Please don’t hit people
The sequel come as soldier fold yah
Cold your torn ass got sliced by the sword
I roared the lion’s roar
I come with more in score for four twenty
I got my lunch money saved
I’m gonna escape slavery
And the slave trade
I went on a tirade
And all my rent’s paid
You sprayed all over the place
Ace not
Behavior rotten for forgotten thought
I caught some Zs
Got a mind freeze
Ate a piece of cheese
And started to breeze
Over the hot concrete
Took a seat
And defeated the enemy
Don’t even pretend to end this friendly like
After I caught you trying to light up
In a fight


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/23/23 02:14 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860334 - 06/24/23 10:35 AM (8 months, 20 days ago)

It’s Hollywood
So why don’t you drug thugs for plugs and it’s all good
All of them should join the Screen Actors Guild
Release killed on the set by Alec Baldwin
Pointing the pistol and
In Hollywood we make magic
With magic herbs like Ganja Word
Extracts like Cocaine and Methamphetamine
I drop the lean on Cream for whose team seem to clean up
I beam up
Told Scotty
Got a lot to win the lottery
I stop freeze MCs with my cheese I got
I got a lot of cheese
And caught the disease for more
Four Score and Seven years ago all they death blow
All allowed is slow Gong Fu
Raps your wrong crew
Hollywood strewn all over in bits and pieces the fragments of the deceased
It’s easiest to reach this peak with the help of drugs
My bathroom reeks of crack smoke thugs
Got this jarred in the jugs hard out the Yard
Scarred Veterans of the better than swords
Cored to the floor with the poor but on drugs galore
The poor people need drugs
Elevate consciousness
Next, the World
Give all the boys and girls the drugs
And grow the dank, kind, Ganja Nugs

HAHA!
I took the Psilocybin Mushrooms
And was coming down smoking bong hits all the town talked nonsense
Then I heard Jimi Hendrix
Distorting and it was so good Psychedelic
I knew I was on to the intelligent thing to do
I like to practice Gong Fu after coming down from a trip
I scored a tight grip making glass pipes
So I could afford the Ganja to ignite
I don’t like the price
People can’t afford it
People in California don’t live in the dark ages
Hollywood Sages created this place
So let’s use the Wisdom of Generations
To bring the drugs to the tables
All fabled stories are true of the Wu
I am Wu Royal Fam
I service the heater and Blam!
Now that’s Meth talk a gun did hawk
Hawk is Ganja
You get your drugs straight and once a year spin on the plate
Drugs belong here
I in the fog clear
It’s wrong to rear a kid without drugs
Drugs soften thugs and eliminate Gangs and Shootings
All with loot sing the praise of the fruit of the matter
Drugs
Climbing Jacob’s Ladder

It was Cocaine!
Crack!
With LSD all rhymes come in black in fact and ski intact swimming laps
Later on smoke a bong
We got it going on with drugs
But we need more
To score the Drug War Victory
And no longer use
To light a fuse with Blues Harmonica
I bombin’ yah sector
With the Aggressor of the lecture in the metric tons
Plus guns got it spun the topic
I propped up to hit I got the shit
Stop it!
You need to cop it!
More crack to clock the facts up
With strength the length
Got a sank a tank and thank the high heavens for the brethren
That entered in
I centered then
Smoke Crack on LSD
I light up a tree of the Ganja
Yo Momma smokes Weed
I’m a Pot Farmer indeed
I storm the barnyard and bleed an animal
Slaughter it and cannibal the meat
Ran real slow and peeled on the flow with heat
My steel toe boots
Stomp fools out on meth that’s no doubt

We smoke
Heat up on concrete
We smoke weed
We shoot the new breed into the outer space place in the rocket
To chalk it up we go off topic and rock it up
The Crack Cocaine
Each lane with brain
Was in chains for this explains why slavery happened
Held captive with whack bitches and tricks
What you said don’t make no sense
In defense, the whack need more drugs plus pack Balls and Swords
I press record and reorder the Universe
Pull up in the hearse rehearsed to burst the weapon
Shed skin the denizen of the dark in park
We won’t let you in until you stark like Toney
I phone the clone in the zone who prone to be alone like a dome
Head your ass home to get stoned a lot
We blow tons of pot
Kids get caught and shot and shit
I spit
On the M.I.C. lit
Rhymes fit indeed
Like buried treasure my leather skin thicker than sin
I begin to render intend to quit when I’m ahead
But I bled steady the ever ready
To get the head speed on the lead
I drink coffee

All the text written was copyrighted by God
Stopped inside did the job pulled off without poppin’ fools
Fools lose their cool and tools rule
I pack a tool and use it when fools get to ruin with tools too
Just shows how fools grew in school
I got a new attitude
Outlook on life
I might switch it up psych with the real up roll dice
Filled in twice
My Mic is steel that don’t rust
I don’t bite
I feel to the trust that heal all this on dude PCP
Letter for freedom G meant to peel slow real way exempt
My the patrol all keel over to the flow
Just so you know they keel over and die
It’s all fly so why?
I murder eyes like hamburger to serve a Mickey
Slip heat in with the quickie
I figure beats is soft
I soft gloss the porno pictures
Fixtures in mixes that quickness
Bitch just
Laid out flat
Fools got sat down and crowned
WIth hos all around they drowned in the orgasm skipped town
For sure spasm and adorned with jewels
Hos fuel is new I.L. Lexus I respect tricks with the necklace


Release keys
Ps freeze right up
With no cut in the product
Rhymes lethal like bomb step on it BOOM!
You a movie in motion like the ocean sip on the potion while I guzzle
People get puzzled
I sultry smooth and groove the moves clue you in
Flew in with the new intend to ruin a career and peer at gem
Lyrics that bend
All tend to do it till they dead
So I true in this with lead
Buck bullets you could pull it
Full of it the wool rich smoke a cope with it to toke begin and just busted
I lusted as a kid for Chronic Ganja and I slid cause uh yo Momma
I drawn a air that careful beware
You stare pull a glare that wear dull the blade
Each Ace gets sprayed by the AK
Tech played on the Sun Ray with the plain and simple
Ballin’ till all in it reach the temple
What it’s called this residential urban
Kids be learnin’ smoke sherm and the girl end squirmin’
Off the worm and I burn
Another lesson learned and taught
Just don’t get caught

All Meteor Impacts
Cause contact to happen
I blacken the sky when I’m high I don’t die
I don’t have to try to open eye
I just trust in the mind thrusted be Kind Buds on it must have it beginning
People in the 9th inning is sinning no sets no nothing no bets
They be frontin’ catch a rep before the coming to inspect
The gun thing
The gun ring
Most people don’t pack
A real one in fact
The steel hung on the wall
With Platinum
Strung on the become a one from the Sun and that’s stun
I run game come came with the aim for mind frame
Learn to chill while you ill
I drink vodka and still
Inside burn
Flashback turn the tide sure in it as the flight from
The churning constantly yearning for cash stash
The real last one
To cap sung the attack
Huge humming bullets in the back lack no blood in this thugging
Thugs be drugging and loving love with the bloody glove rubbing dubs off

It’s gonna be a long night till the morn
All in and all War
Core before gore was saw
A jaw dropped
Popping noises
Voices in the head
Fled red blood steady
Heady as the gun heat
Busted meat
Trusted defeat
Lusted sweet
Just as compete competition
In the city streets it’s written
No glitch in the system
We wisp in the difference
I lift bitches up and drop
Cop a fat sack and drug up
To slugs but because
Of what it was
It does what it did
All kids slid through
As ring grew of mushroom
Need to get me more of that OZ
I lead true story as the glory of God
Rob a robber clobber
All soft serve ice cream
In the lean
My dragon now gleam
A soldier as form in human being

All solved revolved problems
Jog them in the rock spread the Ganja cough
Intending to get them kids hooked
Shook a book at the police
For greasing the dangerous drug trade
In the blade I stayed way inside the limits
No gimmicks just the business deal
On the wheels my bicycle peels
All I feel is zeal for life
And pain with the knife in blood stain
All claim set relieve the brain yet
I explain how I exclaim the threat
We brush off thugs on the street with beef
Walk with the beat of the drum for sum
I got a gun no problem I mod them up teach
Sunny with the buns bake for take 2
Break a fool up if he rule school cut
All duel with the fuel in the pool
I’m cool I don’t drool or sue
I just Gong Fu

Let’s all heat up
I’m hot
Got to will it and I gettin’
Set then the extra special lesson
For profession of session
Makes Mexican Food
School a rule to duel
People make mules for drugs from Columbia
Cocaine
People love and yah
Proclaim all the name is aim in the drug War the same number one
Clock it to the flame
Plus block out
Run the route and murder shout for fun
All heard of it about
To serve a fool
Gone and curved a tool deadly
I no fool I stock fuel medley
All duel
Martial People buy weapons steadily
They ain’t ready for
Guns go pop and in this tore through flesh medically
No second guess
They dead or they ain’t
Or fucked up spinning on the plate all head of state say it’s great



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/25/23 07:54 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860338 - 06/25/23 09:26 AM (8 months, 19 days ago)

When your soldier turns colder
You roll your shit up
Get them fit plus dead with lead with body armor instead of instant death
You might catch kept a slug inside
Hid the ride for Mikey Neides
All bill they tide I got supplied
By the eye
My eye opened
On Ganja spoken of the bomb fair as jokin’
No one care and society is broken
People fucked up yo in
This economy
I bomb and stop and see
I eye for flee flow fly is degree
That shock them ride on speed
Methamphetamine
I dream of gleam
For I cream.  A human being
All G in this
Lead to dust
Will it adjust I trust with no lust for life
I blow the dust off the dice
Roll them twice
My mic itch
Still inside and bill in the denied in this twitch from the cut

My meth ball was filthy
All clocked herbs and still G
Light up a tree hardly ever
The treasure of Ganja was a lever
I on sever head off
The boss tossed the head aside and ride
I glide past to protagonist
I jam this shit
Gun jammed will it to get slammed on
I’m damn strong for a bong hit
I float and stay fit
Quit the rip up tip up sip up mix but tricks slut
The bitch guts
Ass and tits
Flips a switch
Will in stay in the mix
I kicks a habit like rabbit chews carrot
I bear it arms to alarm I don’t harm
I’m old school fill in the pool now
Drown all murderers down wear the crown
I drop the pound click
Rob you in the fog through the mind
Why don’t you watch your behind on the grind
I find people with no Ganja
Have drug problems
And I can’t solve them

We don’t belong here
Steer queer funny from gun heat
Heated up lead to tucked weapon
With the weapon in the kept in
The prison like Vietnam Veteran
Who grow the Ganja better than most
Chose to float coat a hope keep it high
I can’t deny how sly a Vet get
I got shot and still in step with the flex
Murder checks the curvature of sets
I rep the streets decks out the fleet
Inspect the specs of the mission
I was on position so in this fill in the children
Weapon wielding I steel in it to real fit
Go head to toe and peel rip you slow motion
I’m so drugged I cause a commotion
While sitting still
A gangster ill off the thanks tah the Ganja Killer sticky bomb
People want to float invincible armor with some charm
Without the alarm burn
A 3rd eye through the crime I
Find the cap facts black jack the max
Off the map
I relax chill with the skill
Until I wax I pop the pill shocks little kids
I got so many lids of grass I count it as stash already inhaled
Without fail I bail and let kids work it out impale each other brother

Drugs
We got a mugshot who is not in it?
I begin it with the victim
Each rap crew bitch then
I rip them off the soft easy listening channel
I’m the only rapper and rock the stock animal
I vandalize
All eyes on the prize
You realize your highs open despise
Spoken jokin’
Tokin’?
I got a Platinum rope chain
All it sway in the wind
It’s a sin to Soldier then
Fold and then bend
It’s hopeless
I broke in with hits the dopest
Get a smoke just
Of Cannabis
Adjusted for the ran blood step thug
A drug what wasn’t at least cousin
We plug in the system take a listen
What you missin’
I fish in the deep end
Six mend the each rendered helpless
They selfish and bell rung
Stung a cold heat from the bold discreet
Meet tracks with lead raps
Beat back the offense
I can’t handle you you need a rinse
I don’t flinch so you scared
It’s in the scary air
To show us how you unaware

We need Water Fasts
Even a little food task the relapse on tracks
I studied it with the done up trip
Heat intense
On self defense I heater in the fence
Diseased murder
Facts
Rollin’ back acts that lack
I max still in tax for the mask I wear
I tear into torn born sacked up
I sober so beware and I Vegan I didn’t dare eat meat at the Indian restaurant
I caught a law on it
So I shaw nuff gonna hit
Bonus
You fold into dust
After lust what tracks must bust back
I love Water in fact
With a little Hashish I grease the police
I down on one knee with LSD
Got a GP
I sold my soul for free
I love to light a tree man
I been doin’ it since I was a little kid and
My shit is business
I fisticuffs on a bitch bust
Ni@@as be lackin’ the sackage package plus
They attack little kids and shit
I love my homie’s insight with the Hollywood sound bite
I’m from Hollywood
And it’s all understood
Laurel Canyon
The hills and I branded Platinum Plus

I rocked the small farm town
From around the slum and up in the crown
Servin’ down skid row
All the hold up
Shoulder colder than the butt
Service cut
Swerve in the jut out the run the mouth from down South
Gang Talk
Murder balk at the stalk clockin’ lots often
Soft in
The rockin’ nonstop with the hip hop jams
We got a football team and
The high school was where all the kids knew me
They known I was groovy
Like a cartoon on TV
I grew my hair out
So beware to skip a mouth
From down South
Fools catch a murder route
I like the dessert section
Of the country store
I born in the corn rows
To flows chose the trails I hike
All derail this mic
My lab is worth a stab in the cut
Section 8
I see yah later then friend
Adios we too close to dose
I light up a spliff and propose to marry the atmosphere in the ear
A dog tried to bite me
Don’t spill it tight G

I got this last dance
Got a chance to Romance with your hands up
Protect the place in space face the bass
Every ace relates strongly
To the bong I prolong
I used to make glass pipes gone
In the head from Psilocybin bled
In the style and I deadhead
I medical
Relax several blur the tax
Torture
To core you’re the mourning of the World unfurled
All hurl up
A truck got the nut on the job
A slob hogged
Fogged the dawn
On
The process
Lots of recess
Profess
Don’t guess
Reflex hit the chest
Get the latest
Fade this
Made it
Bladed
Hated the player haters
Skaters on majors
Flavors
Favors I savor
All entertain in the lane
Getting brain
Change yours
I pour colors
Charming
Smooth and sultry
All result in heat
Sweetness

The result was a jolt
All cold hearted
Car skidded through 3 lanes
Splash brains
Extra blood stains from the veins and main arteries
All hard to squeeze
I mic this type twitch
Might ditch the car
A soldier up to par
WIth the War
Torn scorn born morning
I score in the game
What they call it all solvent
I maul tricks up
Bitch crush your cut
Smooth as a front
On something stunt
Got nothing blunt
Hum ding the wing for they King me
Static emphatic
Graphic tactic tragic
Magic herbs and spice
Device with the ice I splice
Cables
Heat up they way full cups of ales
Tales told rolled
Bold with the sun splash
Balderdash
Got all your class
Mask the task at hand
Brand
Land the hits
Serve to exist word

All an LSD tab
Modified in lab ergot
LSD cold shock
Those who propose a stock sold
Cold in the Goldenseal
Reveal Mics wielded nice
Bit the ice off twice
Murdered dice rolled
Controlled
Polish sold fifth
Remove the clip
And dip
Lighting fix fighting with a sip
This mic is lit
Hype all crews type of fit
LSD and a tree
Smoke freely
Cheap smoke free with the grow
Seed sown
Lead you alone
Lamp in the dark park
Shark a narc’s money
Gun heat
Sweet roll sheet of LSD
Nice with the skis
Trip with the freeze
Flip all of this keys
I clock Platinum believe
I sold them fat sacks with them
Told your roll to Wisdom stick men
I gotta go so I slow up
I fold mushroom told it bust moons and stars
No matter who you are
You a shining star Wizard
In the blizzard

Excuse me I saw a movie where MCs be leakin’ through tombs be
In the room with weed
Plant a seed breed pay heed
Got this bleed suffer
Stuck your culture a vulture circling
Hurdling girdling stir the thing
Word it bring
Knew it’s King
Food the singing
All mood ringing in the spoon feed
I rule indeed
Got the Pot a long time ago
Now I still flow slow
Off the hold
For cold golden rolled in sold
Friends of the old intend
To do it fold bread
I wool as cold as sheep’s fleece?
Bust a grease at least got the meeting
Seating in the front row beating
Teasing leasing space
Real got that grace
With the mace
Out of case
All your freebase
Taste the fakes with spades off the grades inhaling flames
Murder maintains why I switch lanes
Then switch back again
I want a cold Mac 10
For whatever reason
Season in the bleachers
Rendered teacher hurt for bleeping out cusswords
Bust swords to the core this War
I got it tore before the glory of love
Like a glove I tug a dub sack
Mapped off static back hand bitch ecstatic
Graphic plastic Glock
Thirty inch jock

I murk a jerk with an iron shirt
How curtains for certain
Just burst in then the thirst end
Service work bends
Flirt with friends that spends time
Offline a soldier cold crime that told yah
Scold bruh all soul for the patrol on hold
Folded again now I cold with the pen
Got it to them old old men with grey beards
It gets weird shed a tear now they fear
Like tears for fears
Bust in like a queer
I got a beer and I steer the clear
Murder up to tear
I serve a small jar to get the cargo near
Off large slow swing embargo here
Got a hard snow
I grow a flake ear
Busted bake rusted take must it be fate
Never hate I just late
Got a date with the eight ball
My weights tall
All that all of it
I follow spit with grits and chicken
Watermelon gel in the lane felon
All relevant with the aim
The same
Murder insane off the brain in the ale with the pain to feel the blood stain
Warm wet bet it flex when they specs up to deck off the triple threat
Got the Tech busted left now I beat my chest with the test to death
All the rest can wreck an ecstasy tab
In the lab with jabs at the stab in it to win it
I fin to hit with this difference listed
Glistened in the Sun so buns bake
Break the fate off plates that Gold and Platinum


--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/26/23 08:10 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860344 - 06/26/23 10:53 AM (8 months, 18 days ago)

Hey butterfly hands
You ain’t got no swords on record for the play
I blades this fool up
He had beef
Released the peace
I got the East wind
Bringing in the medicine
I better than my old ego crushed free flow
My sold neato speedo with the bleed slow
I feed hold up
I gold in the truck
Cabin in the plane
Engine car in the train
I train and plaster brains all over the wall
I stand tall
Been martial since the call of duty
That’s 1993
I sold a ski lesson
To a professional
Unquestionable how I go down the slopes for broke with a toke
Platinum rope hooking up a joke
I busted broke the cuss for it to so it’s different
Listen bitch
You got an inch worm
My shit squirm through the Sherman
I burnin’
All MCs turn in their pens
I bend skirt the spread of dead with the Feds
Busted break a leg
Peg leg pirate the desired effect
I admire a check with the flex
Knuckles rest after bustin’ a bitch head
I got a medical card and I in the yard
I’m just a shard of the crystal meth
Releasin’ my last breath
Cold to death
Froze your specs
Left you with a hex
My Mexican connect for the buds
He bring the tropical so now I stop and old soul…
That’s on patrol I have to rap then slap them up
Back hand in the trunk sunk a punk
Dump his body with the shotty he got shot
For a lot of pot and Karate chop
I practice Silat and Escrima, Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi
Nice to see yah

Slippin’ off to Waterville
I want that Kill Cannabis
Instead I got a head that’s so well fed for my age
I’m a sage
I flow in rage with the pages
Flavors just behaviors bust
My made for thrust getaway lead them sprayed delayed
Out the ray of sun
A bun bake on the skate to make a date for the hate to serve his fate
Murder is great I got a rake with a shovel and I tumble
I mumble rap max a stack with a hacksaw
Relax jaw all of it gone down the tubes
Lube up with the Scooby Doobies
My new breed is in flew in the indeed cartoon movie choose heat
Got a rude beat on the fluid greet
The feet I got sheet shot the lead caught offa buckshot with the plot for shotgun
I rap a lot sometime I rhyme so times I flow quick
Butterfly hands can’t scrap a lick so I sick with it
It being the difference between the finished product
Cocaine rock dust inhale off to jail with the bail bond
I make James Bond float his dawn with King Kong smoke a bong
Who wants lines of Snort?
I rap a contort out the morgue for Porgy and Bess
In the flesh got a rap for the best in Ganja Herbs for the murder?
I always murder serve a Meth rail
I went to jail again
Damn!
Where’ my pen?

This is liquidation
Featured name running game
Platinum
Rap it sung stun the stun gun running thug who’s fronting
I run thing swing my wings lyrics bring
The sting to a bitch bust trust that
Rollin’ fat with the crib painted black
I got a hack offa drawers caught your fours on tour this is War
I sure to floor the gas
Runnin’ past make a dash with the clash for they ash
I max a snack for perhaps murder lacks the sackage
I rap binge never cringe on a hinge that squeak
Got a geek with a briefcase in a seat suffering defeat
I speak Greek I rock a cleat shoe on one foot through that ass
Cold call class get them mastered
Plastered on the secret origin of sin a beverage begin
To render helpless I gel fists up the tell tale sign
Relax recline unwind drop a dime for a crime I got fined
Now I’m just fine I press rewind on my tape
Get a rape had a scapegoat for it float off to soak
I show a grown tree how disease and pest free dank with the stank just for me
I nuts and speed for cuts like bleed in it as such
For I bust I just understand the underhand tactics
Back hand bitch and smack this
Rap crisp all the time servin’ fools in mind for the blind

In the quad I speak to God
Got a job robbing banks thanks for the squad
I inherit the bearings on wearing static magic trick fix this
I mix shit with piss and call it a dis
I just missed the fist in the switch for four fifth
Got an OG four four with the weapons tore through kept it
Gold
Platinum
All solid with rap in the gem
Pyramid men fearing’ it
Women too and get screwed
I play blues harmonica
I bombin’ yah set with sweet bells
I relish the jealous
I melt just as help dust
I trust that
Fold my hat for magic trick fix this
I trick flip the witness Wisdom abysmal
WIth fistful of cash
I ran a mash up
Of rap cuts
Shut the team out
Now I lean down
On the Green Crown
With Psilocybin high dose’ round
I eat the O.Z.
I light a tree just can’t be?
I pick mushrooms from under trees
Deep in the forest
You could ignore this but it’s important
You sortin’ out your Florida lifestyle
With racial profile
Travel advisory not to go to Florida
We born in a Fascist country
Where blacks and hispanics is lunch meat
For cops to run through beat with clubs
Shoot them before they polite men with stupid
I loop it and scoot a bitch pig into the signature swig of Psilocybin

Fixture in the friction or jurisdiction on a mission to witness the distance
Unraveled I scrabble map babble got tabulate
Servin’ eightballs of wall for scrawl like graffiti
Colors come to life on sight
Murderers bit the lyrics
I tear into trip with thickness
Sickness is the wick in this thickness
My fin to dust it kid with busted lust did it to skidded death row slidded in
Begin to sin they think they can win but only then ten men
Reach out to see about that
They serve that ass
Lay them out flat
I got a gat called a strap on the map with black I contact grey alien
I ray of Sun to a friend gun
I run from the Sun Rays that stay lit
I like to bicycle my mic cycle through the likable type you pull in magnetic
Forever let it flow head to toe
On patrol for the Gold I sold my soul for the scold I rolled
I got it to fold up
I shoulder butt anyone who done it
I run it from it the basement
The taste meant misplaced hits
The lace with trips in the pace with the styx
I rips apart dragon dart in the function sick that art is a smudge on a canvas
A soldier plan thus to bust
I got it was it the product?
I bomb threat the subject hub set to love bet
I troublesome I need the Mac 10
I’m tellin’ you that shit on glue Coca murder Cartel assassin on motorcycle
I hype pull a bite fully off the bully should heat nullify defeat
I don’t think so that sound sweet like a sweet treat
Get your Gs and Ps

An orange window
As the drug ring grows the wind blows
All everyone who show up get let in the cut
I service strut
Release the peace and murder tweet
Bust a treat for a trick this mix in it quick
A little bitch get his head clipped by the trip
I flip a dip in the knick of time
Diamond mind seen reclinin’ in Sunshine
All gemstones you find I bind within’ the blind to see
See carefully for you aware glow the bully hold heat
On the street all I meet is the defeated
I cream crazy hazy with the beaten up all seeding struck by leading weapon
Death in the section a reflection of connections with direction
I best with the buds to cut up cuts on shut outs
No murder route comin’ now a run down the town so fully lounge profound
I grounded my pounds skidded in slid in a little different the children bent
I fill invent the seal intent the soul quench the thirst for first place
Base the case on a makeshift arraignment with criminals in charge
They from the basement at large
I charge a hardcore source before War got to the core
I tore the whole place down here come the frown
How you like that now?
The power showers from above called the Sun with Hydrogen
I like old bent indented paragraph laugh at the small stash of cash
I release relapse on condition facts of friction with the task
To list the disses in my rhymes you flow everyone’s minds

Stabbin’ ass a bronze mask servin’ blond flask
Told your past report the stash in it at last
Task a stance to chance the gang hang by the lane in the glance
Maintain a A in the plane for insane flame rip the game
Sound strange my flow deranged off the page
Been told sage I old age release a blade so I don’t get sprayed
With the gat a murder stat with the back in rap act hack
The max tax a clasp on strong bone along zone
Phone home with the prone got alone in the clone for stone off bone
Show roll hold that sold fat told cat to gold wax off the blacks
Got sold on the rolled on folded shoulder butt the colder cut
Strut that butt across slut guts cut with the stunt
A blunt front on this I hold the twist up the J ray did the play skid
Tank lid flipped his hidden dart exit smart text work shark
For bark on X that tarnish varnish the garnish was hard edge
I started the mark fed the red dead a man bled off of edge
This rap sledgehammer with the hammer commander I plan tah
Ram yah jam yah got the fan and dust us up the trust fund
What on Sun gun from the ton of fun for lung bust the stung
I hung back crack max the tax wax off the lack of the stacks
I facts spread this rap head all over dead with the lead spray decay
Fade away and Grade A surgery they murder me servin’ keys
With the fleece rolled your sheets up to speed cut the need but pay heed
And don’t front

We like Psychedelic music
The indescribable Psychedelic reflects
Back check a meth rep
Murder in the flex
No Psychedelic
I relic of the delicious nutritious
I dish in it
Wish the Psychedelic was widespread
A deadhead got credit
Lead hit the head fit the bonus to own this
My harmonica does trippy shit
Way I varnish a coat fit to smoke reefer
I blaze Blues Jazz and Funk
I sunk the twos and threes in a chunk
Caught disease of the lump
The Trip is lit I flow crisp
Play music
I just dissed everyone with my gun
I sum of Suns and flew hits off
I run the check from respect I come correct pissed off
Murder with the Techs is the exclave rep laid rip raw blades
I made in the shade like a layer the line down for the Crown
I need to get out of town to sound the sound I like
I nice with the horns blown awards
Scored a core of the harmonic chord bells
Sweet sounds that melt
All types of Psychedelic effects

A sponge fission plug dubbed the mud step wade crept through
Slept through it drew gun
Hot Head with the Sun on Stun for a rung
I club hum the tune too soon to spoon doom on you
Here’s some Gong Fu run true
Blades ray of Sun shade in it made
Crisp a dish with the raw shit I dip and flex X
Make Mexican food my favorite I lay in hits with stain blood drips
It gets thick in the mix
My bag of tricks has magic
I was damned savage before I could manage heat
Raw complete
The Wizard of Oz pullin’ off jobs
You got robbed of your hits
I mix a fix with the sticks double
Trouble been burned to rubble all them fumble ball
I wall to wall scrawl tag bag a hag for fag sagging pants
Take a chance in the lead romance roll
Violence played it’s toll on these roll through hell
I ring a bell and gel
Max swell the ball called all of it and fall
Into the pits
Murder sits on the sidewalk and trips my mind hawks
Lit
Spit a dime rough I quit
Further fit in the stint on rims chrome 20+ Bentley
I live rent free so I got a cent to pee
I smoked so much weed as a kid my mind slid through
When I hit shrooms all my crew blew the set

I remember when I was trying to get some rhymes together
Went from sponge to leather
A little Heather got me on meth too clever
Way I step rep the haymaker take yours off
A soldier coughed I rocked herbs swerved got nerve
I curve the perturbed
I first in third place to relay race from Outer Space
Bomb blows up in your face
People ace
I blow blades on a rainy day to play
I like to dance I float a chance to the last romance
I got a vampire I admire for hire
I flat tire skid the wire on Acid
LSD a flask to be in like G Men
FBI takin’ Trump down from the sky
Ask me why I hate the stitch I mic ups hitch strike that dis
Type of clips that bike a hike off the blitz
This shit fits right in
I mice or men twice spend the ends
I don’t War I from before the core tore
I got to snore on your tracks
Facts is I rap biz handle the distance chance the answer lamps
The dancer for the monsieur
I pure manure for the cure
I soak a skewer and Barbecue
I got shit to do so I screw chicks

I broke out the wing bone
So I could get stoned or high
Sativa eye in the Preacher
My feature was copping weed off the street blur
The times my mind smoked a different kind every day
But you gotta ask for weight and pay extra
I had the hydroponic connection right next to where I lived
But I got tired to give
Blinded by variety I dyin’ to see the Tropical Sativa
Top and you beheaded dreaded fledded
My medic edit the credit I said it
I dead hit the heads up split the cut
Down the middle but
I sunk a chump’s front for a stunt to tell riddle
A griddle cake fakes it ache for the take on drugs
I got thugs movin’ meth rugs pulled out from under your rub backwards
From a sack towards Ganja Land at last
We can cash that one out no doubt
A murder route was unheard of shout
The Max is what it’s all about
I got a diamond so don’t try it
The Wizard blinded sank behind trips of the mind flips
Type to get rich with no hitch and sick six
I mic mix up the fix for hype bricks of dope
Cope with it roll different hold a new beginning and get winning fights
With insight it brings knowledge which brings Wisdom I been some shit
Even dropped out of College with an armed robbery charge at large

Cope broke soak I roasted off the toasted brain lane in the claim
For the Flames I got names I take can’t fake it
People hate it but I’m one of the greatest
Starbound all around you could clown to the sound
I clock pounds and pounds
Ten pounds of Green when I was a teen
Me and my homie extracted oil in the dorm kitchen just listen to it sizzle
For hits pulled I rip fulled it up fill it till it bust will they trust me ever again?
Doubt it when I shouted to a frown spent rounded up the posse
My gang drinks a lot of coffee and soft heats up the Water to slaughter
I caught your rhymes times I cold offer for crimes to do time
And again I send I bent so lent the torturous mortuary trust that bust
Later on I’m a skater till the dawn through the fog
As a weapon I kept check in the game to wreck then, my name
Etched in my brain I got slain
I jock the play as a way to say hey then
A ray of Sun bent offa lent adventure sent core the texture for more
People cause War over less I’m so fresh I never second guess
The flesh gets torn up to score cut in the mud a puddle
I shuttle past the class with the ruckus that fast to dash like it hype
I sped to the task and rocked the Mic


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/28/23 07:42 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860350 - 06/28/23 09:42 AM (8 months, 16 days ago)

Don’t even try to creep if your reefer is in between your lips
Suckin’ on it
Duckin’ spit
Like hits
I mic trips
I got the licks that take flicks
For stabs flips
Nab the rabbi and damn I
Can fly
My mind walk by
Hold a Hawk high
I scold caught frying Platinum
Not Gold sold on the stacks of lenses benzes
The freshness is within it
I spin it
Down the drain the limit
With the gimmick command the sick victim blam!
I cold ran the faucet
I tossed it in the air
I’m a player
Get it gray hair
My beard is short
I court a mortgage fraud
I applaud the law and all the jaws broke
I toke reefer again one day
Duck that gunplay further they slayed
I made man
In command of the suntan with ray ban
I cold camera
Damn and yah a fan of the thug
Murderer

Cold sold the master
The pasture farmed hasta alarm antibiotics and dope
Smoked the cow
I allow cows to grow
On the farm for they darned tasty
I baste the beef on the Barbecue
What you gonna do?
My whole crew is in on it too
We use kung fu to kill the cows
All the law allows is death blows
So the homies froze before
War was fought over whose cattle caught forgot
I shot up the stock of the farm
My charm was all they harmed
I got a yarn to spin to win
In the country position
Deep in the farm I got it barn
The topic
I stop hit the flock lit
On command scan the land for brand marks on the cattle
Rattle off the toss I boss the cookie took a look see
I shook heat run the street
That heads to the green acres
I take yours away
They mine now
WIth Donald Trump the law allows that fat cat

I made first contact with the Grays
Aliens
They lane is the blood stained way in
To fame red is head
From lead spitting Gun a snake come from the dead
Soldier fed War
To score for the tour
Off planet Earth I have to do her murk
Shirt got hurt with the skirt lifted
Gifted MCs sneeze when they see this cheese
I breeze past class with freezing cast
Disease in this perhaps
Why I swim laps and craft raps
I cap a dead fool up in school for fuel
I duel with pistols
Fist fulls of cash cause a rash that stash
I max the maximum
I had head said medic exit on command
The Sun planned I ran a gang
Got this hang shoulder kango hat
How they like that is brains splat
Further gat hums the sat in some from the ton
Of drugs
Hugs get you rubs for the snub nose pistol tugs
The whistle out the official’s mouth
I short a spouse
I got the crowd to downtown though
So I blow slow

Lay a plate flat and scat
Skittle Scabobble wibble wobble
Toggle the switch throttle with the mix
That shotgun
Fix the hot ones
Sick
The mock ends the talk begins of Peace
A Soldier feasts
Serve at least
The breeze for fleeing all GPing
I’m gleaming right this wrong steaming strong
Belong to the cement
But I adventuresome
I let crews hum a tune that bruise use lose fuel and it’s rule done
Mule brought in the Cocaine from Columbia
The sum of yah
Drug and cut up strut
The walk what?
Mutt a sure to front hunt for the dog that stunt
Bunt a ball is all it took to shook
Take a look at yourself and cook
Rook a book awful awful that’s dreadful I said full up on Gold molded
I cold did it freezer plan the jam and folded
Hold it
Wait
On this date the great men of our times skated right by and
The dimes they copped sent shockwaves through the gazes
Phases out shouts and hollers dollars cold collars and scholars
I maul yours with broadsword and it’s all good
I shouldn’t so don’t wooden in with the stick
Lookin’ trick sick with the twitch
Good and this is a simple magic trick
To play scrabble lick the fence and dabble in self defense

Gettin’ high
All straight the jaw
That’s down by law and crawl
Through the passage to match this
Trashed kids with hidden agendas mention this
Constantly dissed
Get your list of drugs you want straight
A fate awaits to take you to the crew
Guess who? 
Yeah that’s you
Imagine the witch’s brew of the stew
That rule!
All cool trip the fellowship
Tell it quick to sick the mix on fix
A lightning stick with tight in quick
Might this rich kid stitch
I flip your bitch if you can’t handle
The tangle up duck when I cut
Sluts get shut
Toward core for this floor to understand your self
A healthy thing that swing is the wingtip
I bring thick with the drugs
No thug gets a rub without a dub sack on his track to the max
I flack sprayed gats played with
The rain kept pouring
Like I’m touring Vietnam
I got the bomb dropped and calm stop the violence
A civilian stylist
Cold weapons Cold check in the section flipped
A Mexican drug trick is to plug hits
I miss the Mexican Connection
A reflection of direction in drug lesson number one
I got a gun that hum a ton now
Reefer allowed the street to be defeated
Completed mastered I’m plastered the rhyme bastard
That toward the scored sack jack a black jack
With rhymes rap and mind stats intact to the reaction
Got that stacks son

All what’s the commotion like lotion I rub wet in to jet then
Extend the crisp flow twist a signature four four at the door
You want War so I score been tore between human being all eye seeing
Mind gleaming double teaming some say steaming but I’m beaming
Like Mercedes I clock all the blades and ladies
Might act crazy
To amaze with heat something sweet you can’t compete
I got it splendid the head hit the dent the shit with flip
I mic this up lit I need another hit and another and another
A brother hit up some word
Like bird I clock absurd rhymes you heard
Coming out churned
From this human weapon no half steppin’
I reppin’ cause my sets been hardcore
I got in store the core with poor folks?  Hell no I crack jokes about rich blokes
Hundred spokes on my coach I float in the moat of your castle
No hassle my rhymes they lasso brine in the sad song
Hit the bong the spice of life nice with ice try it twice and heights reached
Time breached my mind seeks the dime piece I cold fleece
Static with rabid dog fog like smog I turn cog and relax the job
Heard you got mobbed
Sorry
Like Atari I play it out far heat to car seat
My bar beat the yard complete
Del Mar so sweet
Body surf for the jerk
Get a perk and hurt I got it to shot hits like progress with suspects
Undressed now I guessed I left it like that
Rollin’ scatter antimatter I flatter on a platter
Clock your data my rhymes hafta chime in my rhyme begin to climb unwind
Up the mountain you could find a fountain to reach rhymes like each
Commit crimes till I’m deceased on a leash peeing on trees
Fee charged at the sarge I got it large to fully hard up struck men till ten

I got it concrete on this bomb beat
Heat run the street except skill that kill defeat
And ill I still until the will been bill I mill grain
I’m insane in each lane with the beast’s brain
I exclaim the flame in lane for each game the same as name
Come came
Deceased aim with claim remain a species drained in the entertain
Got the Police ashamed of the way they did it

I push the limit for digits to flow frigid
Get your lifted at rhymes I’m gifted
I stick kids with blade
Made in the shade this rhyme like grenade
It explode and sprayed blood all over
A Soldier told yah
I scold yah come bolder for folder with the shoulder hurt
I got it work perks into dirt for the shirt it’s curtains
I rhyme for certain put the murkin’ I’m lurkin’
Behind the scenes with cream I mean I’m spaghetti limp
Like Freddy way I’m gimp
Like a blimp I flip in the seas crimp disease offa cheese
For freeze to bow down to your knees
A crocodile’s teeth smile like I gleam I seem strange on the page I flame upward
With a cussword I’m curved hurt a murder further Merlin the Wizard
Was what is it I digit seven eleven kids can’t skid on me I’m still gonna freeze
I like the breeze holding my keys in the skeez did the need be

Martial Dance!
Here’s your answer to the Y in the World
I twirled around with blades
Got this shit aim
On fame for famous blame this for my blindness
Behind this I have fun rewind this with gun
I Sun on Rays for it stays playing
What I’m saying is like ray gun
Space Age to get it laid back
I stayed stack of Cash relax and maximum
I tax you hung back and rung
I brought a action to satisfaction
This rhyme can attack and then
We back again
Rhymes wrap and send
I lent a coin to a boy who’s a toy in the flame
I aim the same as squad name
Got to have it the blame falls on wallet but I call it martial
I’m partial to heart full of soul
Rock and Roll
Stroll through Cold bold to told you so I blow 30 below zero
I G like this my mic itch ripe my hero
I Psych lead the lane on strike I got the shade in hype
All types of drugs all types
I hugged in the rug rolled up snug
I a bug with the plug pulled
Wool in the socket leads to clock it
Don’t stop it I mock it
With rob rich in the stitch
Sopping wet
Cool your jets

I could scratch off keys
Or get down on my knees and beg please
Don’t kill me, loot me, pollute me
All groovy listening to Deadhead
The movie is instead of The Head Heat
The medics make it complete to unseat
The deed done is spun off the Sun
I gunplay murder in the way
Conscious I bomb hits the charm is wet
I infest your garments bled into you colors I sultry culture word
I’m a bird so I nerd out
I got a route I take and bake
I like to make it great so I skate
I wait and take the bait on the date
I hate to take it as fate and release the state
Let’s not bet gamble and ramble on until dawn
My lawn grew I puke when I nuke the song drew me in
I trip so let’s begin I sin a little bit I fiddle split the riddle get
Middleman wet with profit to top it I wish they’d stop it
I pop it and rock it lock it to shock the mix bag of tricks
I mock it all of it to shotgun drawn
On the calm seas you could sail feel the cheese
And rail off pale with the cost to be the boss I grow stale
Way I’mma mail in the check you gotta respect capitalism
In prison with the tech pointed at my head
I said can’t we all get along and listen to Grateful Dead?

I don’t support murder
But I heard a Gangster further than far out
I shout out to the sets that live in Peace
My set fully released I grease the heads up
Still some gangbang
It’s a hell of a thang to stang like that in rap you bet
I step to the rep drew down and crowned the town
All around I see down Gangsters found I lounge toward the sword I play
Stay laid back stack a act that strapped
I’m tired of meth
Meth heads with no trip is serious
Trouble fear it gets in the eye
Wonder why
I seen a gangbanger cry and try to make up for lost time
I known a lot of gangsters blown on the phone the microphone
Is shown to be a device I so treed up I dice ice twice too
Out of the blue so sue me
I tune in for free to the Scooby Doobie
Cartoon movie
I rule heat on the street
Compete competition let’s listen
To a gangbanger take position
On a mission
I glisten while rank and file pile on backwards to stack Gold and Platinum swords
Of course the force be with you I real glue in the track
Murder came back you heard uh rap music
Most tune out don’t know what’s going on and smoke a bong
I grew up in Los Angeles and that’s as deadly as the Gangster Sets get
I breeze on trees again one died Sativa Tropical Sun Ray

Opium pipes
Hypes in Opium Dens make friends with microphones
Dwelling on hell in the selling telling the tale without fail
I bailed got an injection in the section with Fentanyl at the hospital
Vicodin profitable it’s possible
To stop and fully pull heat down
Lounging scrounging up the ounces
My mind pounces on types of strikes the juice fountain is all mine
In time I rewind stop on a dime recline and find
A new groove
Sooth the smooth move with lube I choose
Chose to found it flows grows
I knows this without rollin’ down the list
For a twist I exist on the existence
I rinse knives in the kitchen
People didn’t listen to the system thumping rip and a drug thing
I must hinge on bet forget the step and X out
Read a route doubtful to allow pull
My mic is dull I hype up wool
Psychic like it until the strike liken into the null and void
Avoid toys on the street beat my feet on the trails bicycle
My type did hail
Check is in the mail
Or I’m goin’ to jail
The way all say strong is the reckless to check this way ya’ll
Move in it tunes don’t sweat the Dead Show was better than the fold
Music sold me on an old G Cold be the sold keys

All ill in the trashcan
I puffed nuts scan with the suntan in the land to jam
On the fam I killer I type to fill up hype
Who’s iller than Mike?
The ripe what it’s like yo?
I ring in control
Sold my soul to be solid Gold with wool
Did it skidded
Ridden a horse of course I come different
You figure it
I take a swig of the nut brew to run true
How do you do?
In this life I’m screwed
The tune I sing is of the ruin and I could sting
But I don’t won’t sho nuff
Platinum did it back at me I hit up the big sacks of mushies
That’s mushrooms to trust soon
Like a spoon of dope I cope with it
Broke sifted through the land to stand tall
And proud out loud I service with a smile all the while
Retile my bathroom some attack soon
Whose moon is it tonight on sight with the right wing?
I think Donald Trump might bring the nukes
To shoot at people he sound evil
He might be feeble minded
I rewinded the tape to play it safe
I know some people got raped
Like an icicle the Mike will full up
Run a truck move in the groove
Heavy Truckers
At the intersection I saw the reflection
Learned my lesson
Never stress in this life
My ice came at a heavy price
I shot twice
And rolled dice


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/29/23 09:09 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860352 - 06/29/23 10:06 PM (8 months, 15 days ago)

I changed my bone marrow back to zero for this hero
Crippled 13 years and don’t know where to go
Except a Grateful Dead Show
I roll in the Oldsmobile
Steal the wheels of another vehicle’s
I real with those death blows
I roll up cold cut in the nuts
I shake butts
Relax strut
What you want?
I get so ill I fumble until I straighten
Got a date in the playpen
To arrange men
It sound strange when
People cause mayhem
And can’t relate to martial art
Eye got pulled apart in the dart
I chart topper
Clocker robber of the cradle with the ladle to spoon fables
Room is in the cocoon
I shock tunes with the rule crisp
People get dissed and released the hiss
It sound weak when people speak
I’m related to the hated crew
Royal Fam brew
So what’s new with you too?
I’m waiting to get into the crew
For real with the steel
Soldiers peeled caps
But didn’t call it that
I don’t know what you call it when you solve hits in a War
Don’t want to score employ more heads
Bread is said to shed the bled bloody
I made myself a bloody mess
Suicide professional in the underside
I ride

What you wanted from drugs?
To front like thugs smoking all the blunts they want?
I’m professional with the section 8 home on meth
But before that I tore the flamethrower
Lane glower belower the ill shower
To go on tour with your crew that drew weapons?
Never that and never half steppin’
I reppin’ the mind fist
Sometimes I might twice roll the dice and shot nice
I got it Mike’s is chocolate
To rock it in it and handle business
What witness got this the product that rocket?
I shock with hits so stop it with those trips
I seen trip I mean flipped released hits
Drip my brains in the game they call it
My wallet fat and I soldier black and blue with true blue American grew grown
All mics get blown When I show up
I roll in the cut to tuck the weapon
I like a double sword award
WIth double edge or maybe a sledgehammer
I handle all of it and jam on the thirty first my thirst quenched
For cash relax and max in the pool like I’m cool
I’m Psychic and rule the type A personality
Don’t challenge me
You lose cause you snoozed
I don’t like your attitude
It’s rude
You disrespectful and need a check fully
You gonna get beaten up by a bully that pull heat

I spark maximum in the crib
Till a nurse hid in the glass ceiling
Revealing her wheel deal feel good be done smooth
In a groove all I do is move
I gyrate and shake spin take the place down and then
Back up again
Someone robbed my friend
In the club for a dub sack the end of the bomb back
A sucker recommend that I stay strapped
I don’t like that
Don’t need a gun for fun or number one son
I stun crews in the twos and threes
Drop down and squeeze the trigger
They figure mafia hits deliver kids to crips bloods and all types of thugs
I love ghetto love
I’m from Hollywood
And the boys in the hood are always hard
The homies livin’ large but they ain’t in charge
Of the martial plus I’m wet partially a death threat impartially
I just started to see MCs flee when they see me
Like breeze in the trees
I rustle the leaves
Want Coca leaves up the sleeves
I max in this with ease for the cheese everyone need
But get your bleed first
Or else you die of thirst with your face in the dirt and hurt permanent

I want to drink all night long!
Plus hit the bong!
Hit my long Johns
I got it strong in the system
I know how to mix liquors
But they too expensive
The rent slid through my fingertips
Lightning sticks in the exciting flicks
My mic gets tripped
I slipped up a job through the skull got dull
I love it yo.
I fully pull and want a wooly
I sold heat on the street for guns to defeat on runs for slums
Buns bake when I rake in dough
I in command control and roll
Take a stroll through the hood
If I should tangle and handle it
A vandal split when he saw me about G Vandalizing
I’m realizing I’m surprising in so many ways
So many days in jail
And I can’t make bail
I sail on hard liquor
My blood thicker in the mud I strut too
Make a cut crew take it up drew the gun
For fun I disarm with the harm’s way a lightning strike delayed by what I sprayed
Way back in the past after class smoking stash
At last!
We get high again and fly by men
We need strong drink!
What do you think?

Meth blindness
You could hit and find sick
To spike up on a trip
Rewind thick
The country atmosphere was where I steered
Travelled unraveled down the back country roads at night
On Meth
Gaining insight it’s impolite to fight I ignite
I’m on fire and get higher
I got a sum I heard one and done
Where I’m from is the city
So nitty gritty look at the country so pretty
You could push a buck fifty
And still Country Boys make you history
We got them boys and I avoid the toy kids
In corn rows slid in
It’s different but I’m bent
Invented the censorship mind drips
My recline in the thick of the dry room
For Ganja tops and clocks real venom
You can’t let me in
I’mma destroy everything
Since eleven been Smokin’ and Tokin’
It’s no joke to have the Ganja rope on broke steady
The heady medley of the deadly
I’m readily available
For combat assailant pull a weapon
I jet in or out
Depending on the murder route
I give a shout out to the country
It’s something to see
We get it funky on the trails
Hiking I’m biking up the ailment striking and loving life in the country

I’m an old honey head
I want your money dead on the spot with gun shot funny not
My funny gun heat with run street with the dope beat
I got a fleet of craft you ask a task lasted and plastered offa honey
I gonna drink rum G I got a hung parking meter at the two seater parking space
If I get a ticket that’s my ace and front that G pack
I tilt the seat back relax and rush
On crack cocaine spark it and aim flush the blood stain down the drain
Don’t complain if you in the lane I refrain from barking
I’m harking to a new wonder from down under for the number one spot
I got it cold cocked my honey I Glocked for it to gun tore the hit
Lead spreader the flesh redded up the session for profession
Fuck that meth I learned my lesson
I drink like it’s a profession
What your session like?
Comin’ up bowlin’ strikes no Gold on the ice with the mold cold I rolled it
Honey was the shit
A gun clip I flipped 7 digits with it in prison to get lifted make the decision
I got the vision for a tight ass invention
My ascension through the ranks ganks everyone’s mention of heat
I’m from the street serious
I clear streets that deteriorate on Police plate
Fuck the Police in each Police state I hate
Unless they psychedelic they can’t tell it
Spittin’ yell shit at me
Boy you might be needin’ a drink of Psilocybin P

I’m doin’ life
Life like in the hype swipe a dice game clock life aim
At the flame you came with
The same twist as the name lift
I strike crisp type fist the lifelike twist
Someone pissed who missed the life sentence
I make it back with bench press
In prison you forgiven of your sin then
Evil Men and Women for life it’s forgiven strike
The children hype off will them Nikes
Goddess of Victory they can’t get with me
It’s life like trees in the breeze shaking leaves and flowering tops
What life type forgot is the might will and get caught smoking pot
I exit the clock life on the block for mice and men walk
Stalking hawking on talk
I cold wreck shop
All life was on your loss boss
I don’t toss it up
Raw shit stuck to the ceiling
Revealing life is wielding weapons
No half steppin’ to the rep then forgettin’
How you got in so stop sweatin’
Life taught you a lesson
Never second guess you turn fresh
Bills get crisp
Wallet thick Platinum Ice watch on the wrist
A tight fist
Life strikes a number on the number one stunner
Top gunner and drug runner
Life is a ton of fun in wonderland
After you scanned came back to life and ran the mic fluid
Just do it

We pop meth
While they smile in violence
Chi Gong was Death
Until it’s practice to match this
I light up a step to kiss this Tech
Nine while inclined to decline I unwind
I got a man woman and child
On quiet while I supply it
The style fit
Recline bitten mild and sittin’ with style in the rep
That’s reputation I seen inflation
Hazardous tactics in economics
Led to bomb threats and loaded up Glocks
Non stop it pops the show stops
Flow in tops of checks
For this rap shit under the mattress is where it’s kept
I reflect back on the inclined to violence
While they supply this
I shot meth for the style to profile Tech Nine
They got in line for the practice to attack this
Left flat with the elevated four fifth
They rip and trip
I tripped and ripped air so be aware
That I scare I don’t care
What you think
We on the brink of violence to creep
W trouble you in your sleep
I count sheep

Everyone needs a nice house in the hills
Chillin’ after grillin’ ice smoke nice smoke of Ganja
Bomb on the Sun glowing hum
Showing numb folks who toke the smoke too how to do
I roll in crew Soldier fiend for something new besides bleed
And it’s true
Iced down drew down around the clown hound you
Around the Ganja Tree grew produced THC crystals
With pistils turned brown release the harvest now
For Virgins this is the hardest they allow
Don’t trip until you lift brains on Ganja let me explain
Trip takes you farther than far out
No doubt
I got there with a joint in the air to stare down
A murder around town was the crowd reaction to satisfaction
We comin’ back son with gun release hacks from
The tax that blacks out no doubt a murder route
I shout out to crews who don’t rounded gang with the thang
That slang jam and ran rabid entrance exit flex this
Relax and check hits while they eat murder for breakfast
Ganja is for Set Trip
Mix it with wisdom I sick sometime from a gun rhyme
Murder and I’m further from the dime piece
Each easiest as grease to release deceased
Meth is the death with all respect they murder flex and checks murder reflex

I came in dead from the Wu Tang Clan
With the dragon stang except I hang back
We chill and relaxed with the Ganja and Shrooms
I maxed with the homies all stone keys
I hit up Methamphetamine and started bleeding bloody
Made all that money shopping honey from gun heat
But I was DOA Dead On Arrival got the Bible of static
Release tracks magic on weekends played black lands off weak programs
The show slams I had the command so I understand understood
How anyone should get in to wet in
I take pity on a sucka MC
It’s a challenge to handle with raw talent plus I’m valiant
I met old heads
I said I fled to the murder lead
I’m deadhead
Got the herbs so word up
I can’t teach you herbs but
We got major contenders raps blenders offa lend works that jerk
We got pert plus
Release thrust off the dusted
I cussed back at suckas whack
Max an Atlantic Ocean stack for the potion I caught flack for the broken
Spoken soft I come cold calm boss from off it tossed
In the vehicle I move real slow mellow
From head to toe I need high vertical ceiling
For growing the real thing Ganja weed again
Sativa to end with
I dead skip the lead crisp off four four for the War to end the menace


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860358 - 07/03/23 05:06 PM (8 months, 11 days ago)

I reached the cut off point to smoke a joint and still be hip
My hip slipped I dripping Water now to caught off the bow of the ship
I right rip tight clips when I’m in tight within insight I trips
The brain will allow a powerful trip to happen when I’m the captain I stack them
Drugs thugs don’t want
They burn the buns of thugs and release plugs magnetic
I reflect savage on trash baggage of Ganja when I manage the bomber
I calmer than before cause my core settled like heavy metal
I got the kettle to boil like hash oil in the cauldron to solve then
Any problem went down the drain in intent to cultivate Ganja
Yo momma lets you smoke now you choke as it goes down
The wrote written crown is sittin’ on your head
You don’t know it instead you blow it Ganja like people drink kegs
One day you major player in the dope game layer down of shocks
Like hot rocks I skip blows of feds I murder dead
All the crowd out loud serve the town with red painted edit the saintly
Like I date speed I read it read the blood need this ton of weed
Come from the done gun deed with plead for some indeed it’s War
To the core we solve this drug War with more, cheaper Grass
Until everyone passes the class and stops serving ass
It’s a monumental task actually

I’m experiencing a Water Fast euphoria
Don’t mean to bore you to the core if you already high
I love to smoke the Ganja buds and resin called Hashish
We don’t burn other drugs
We plugged on Psychedelics and the Cannabis
I love getting high man
I’ve been high a lot and produced product
I shot up in my head high
My body relaxed
I
Been in the tax for spies of mind design
I Y
In this eye bust and register the kill until I chill and eat something
I’m tripping rupturing the brain it’s proclaimed
By many as the enemy
But I don’t see anything wrong with drinking Water or smoking a Bong
I 3 Prong electric to dissect it
My head rich with Hallucinogenic thoughts
Caught off guard with a crystal Meth shard
But we don’t pump the Yard any more it’s too hard
And dangerous the Meth kill and just ill you
I like a Water real smooth

I need to roll a Ganja Reefer and Cold Roll It
I sold flips on hits of drugs I don’t thug
I’m programmed to thug and land death blows
Pull out drugs from folds in clothes
I suppose I get high rose and dry eye
I proclaim mind as my inside Heaven
Plus the body links 7
I get ready
I got a dirty connect and flexed some shit
Text you rinsed
Deception and since I been steady with the inches
Of cinches to decrease the flinches offa benches
Retention of this is adjust
I trust life been spent chasing highs dreams
For some fiends is this Gleam I got on
A Water now all I need is a Bong
Some LSD liquid so I could measure it rich kid
Type of shit get lit
My mind stripped of banal thoughts
Caught smoking pot a lot
Since I was little shocked
The rocked brains criminal
I spread eagled by Cops that see through blaze
And read you your rights for daze
I gaze at sun rays and stay high

The mind hangs by a thread while sober
Any explosion of thought brought the end
A mind tend to grow red in blood
A mud cake make a break in fake
A take on life like a knife severs hypes
I hype like I lifelike I struck the ice
I got the slice of life decisive
I rhyme to live and give a mic five stars and thug
I rub a drug off a plug victim
It’s the sickness within the christen the glistening
Missing been the category 3 hurricane
With blades
Rhymes in shades make rhyme displays grade A
My mind did lay down the mind don’t play around
Found ground on lounge in the scrounge for dope
I showed up and people ducked
I stuck in VR until par is deadly
I’m fed heat steadily to the Nth degree
My mind see dream feel for real steel
I peel caps back and reinstall the accurate
Saturate the brain to keep it straight in the lane
Cause claim to mind exclaim I am blind
With designed frame to unwind
I’m the kind of guy who dry eye
And sight the flight on long to joke around wrong
Ways for days to fades this
My mind remain crisp
With a twist of material just like this

Psilocybin is a liver trip
Not everyone understands my rhyme written
Until they all bitten my trip and
I overdosed came close the end with the lens
Psilocybin tends to blow slow with Ganja Grow
People head to toe don’t understand flow
Until they promote to bite it I write it word
Handle swords and spears
And all types of weapons tears drip from my eyes in Heaven
I write for brethren a martial skill gets ill
I write this chill on the process
I rock steps in line with Meth for the diamond
I just drank coffee
Get your stank ass off me
I soft see to toss it up to be
Be free for real I peel
My mind style stay concealed in eye
I wield try in this for the blind to see
Rhyme like Graffiti I capitalize on the rise of street art
Dart through a part fool uncool rule
I use martial as a tool to get high
I get high and write rhymes

All Glock this this eye red and a side of candy cane
Rasta Irie Sizzle Water who caught yah?
I block blur a word for those who drink it the liquid
Stick into it with rip through trip fluent
I just do it man
I don’t have a plan or anything
I just know that the H two Oh Flow
That’s Water I caught your glance again
You don’t have a chance and then
I went rancid in the spectrum
My eyes reflect Sun
I glass a bum over for overseas with their keys broken off in the locks
Sounds tops so I inspect flocks till my eye dry
I will in it to Scry I’m a Psychic with training in the Witchcraft
Since I was still intact martial I know the Magic
A heart full of soul
I don’t broadcast or lead class I smoke stash
Become a bum what’s from the number people wonder
Should I strike like thunder?  Blur
It’s curtains for the slur and racial catch a face full of venom
If you run up
A gun up
Thanks to Meth to sum up the place
I like smoking Ganja my ace for the place for the case for the taste

I take the big whack off dose
Whack off close to Psilocybin inside men are dyin’
Tryin’ to fly in this with wings
Brings tears stings are fears of swing
Relight ring the bell until I sell the tight intelligence
Irrelevance in the rebel yell blur burner ear curve and it swerved turner
I yearn for the gloss to mega boss of the floss for awful
A jaw full of fruit for flavor scoot thy neighbor over for loot behavior to occur
I shoot the murder bullet comes fullest with the Gangster BS
I profess to undress the opposite sex when I flex with the Techs
I regress to digress Ganja hit the chest
I reflex ingest the OG Heady ever ready to flow steady on this medley
I head heat down the block beat of the stock read from the Glock
You psychotic to stop hit block rep obnoxious with your BS Gangster threats
I wish you’d stop sets I rocked your ass to death until it toppled progress
To lock rest in the soft undress the cloth so I could flow off and not
Without smoking Pot time forgot to cancel my license like Mike Tyson
I heavy swing wrote this I’m the King of delicious
For Christmas I gift Pounds Of Pot the inference to influence in doin’ this twist one for the Kingdom

Tripping DOM with the cement bent offa vent
Recharge the amps break the chance flash the lights out by avalanche might sound
A ground state bait for skate to take a mace to the face and chase it
Freebase lit we hype on a spaceship with drugs of all types
Makeshift on the wait list I’m on a plane missed flights came distance
The misfits misintent to sent you to spent you through all crew
The amp game is nothing new we flew through hawk child served a while
Hyped up with style plus a smile to go a mile to burnout
We learned route the further shout out the route of gun pulled no doubt
It’s paid in full ray cull the cold out the mold sold high bid slide through skid
My mind slew indent the paragraphs and laugh at a weak stash
It’s top brass crashing class got the cash to make hits match
The latch lifted gifted students lifted through it to do it I ruined hits with flex intent
To entrance the dance the forest intense the glorious pour and just bust
On a M.I.C. trust we guts the fish fresh filet for the day to play
A sun ray made men we hit up Yang blends of herbs
We lookin’ for drugs word we sure did pluck with strike the nerve
Hyped up serve the type cut with the strut that glutton fucked in
We get it rough then on DOM

Deceased at the AIRBNB I release keys that grease
We don’t want methamphetamine we cheese of Ganja Green Herb
To the East wind word
Release gun and each hum like a bleached sum
We don’t run
We fight ignite against the evil powers of meth
Blew you out in one breath
Everyone who knows detests the meth for flex
A Tech greased is easiest to preemptively
Sent you skiing
I G in the cement
So all bent lead the fentanyl out of town for crown
This is how we get down
A Ganja Crown is rare
With Psilocybin I scare and stare at a punk beware he or she sunk
I don’t rap bunk drugs
Thugs got the rub off to scrub off
I’m super soft and boss my way through decay
With the lightning spray with no delay
Cap knows I’m the leader in the two seater
I reach easier on Ganja Golden Fleece and I’m bombin’ yah
Nonstop drama with the mafia
I just stop and plug up the shock you got fronted on top of that
The gat sat in the back of the act so relax and pick up jacks
My murder tax to the maximum we don’t like that shit on Ganja Sun

We eat Ganja edibles to melt down on into what floor you seen true
Don’t ignore gravity
You so high you can barely ski
A drugged up G with no thugged up
Ganja is a love drug
We hug and plug into mud on scrub this DJ to relay
All that speed spray all over the place
I got my Ace
I took a big taste look I shook up and took up the bass drum
On something hum like that
We got steroid in the gat for flow flat to attack to the max
I rhyme raps
I light jacks up
I’m sacked up but it’s still not enough
We rough and tough
Do damage on the scuffed up manage to cuff up the savage
Meth heads
We relax and Street, Feds Dead on it
You need drugs and a long hit
Troublesome with the double Sun like they release with gun
I got the number one stun
I shunned by the Christians who get pissed when I told them Jesus got lit then
Saved Man
Gold is the plan
Told your man Damn!
I run the barcode scan and release BLAM!
I shot a man
And stomp cold can in the run the jam fan of Ganja
What bomb struck as a fucked up pluck of the murder one?

I make a dope track
While I fiend for a sack
HAHA!  I lamp
Cold champ to destroy in cold tank
I rank high my flanks fly past no jive and I dance
Command chance for the answer
Down word as cow manure
Sample the plural
I hurl up when I drink too much
Soldier in the cut
Bombs explode in my face
I’m the ace I cold rap chase
The dap I get is grace
For the sacks I wet when I jet out the place
I serve a taste for the dragon
Got locked up and still I ain’t braggin’
I hit the sag is the pants
Gangster
Thanks to the gangster thing I swing
Rewrite a wing I hinge on squeak
A creep with a seat at the game
I gold flame up
Need the Platinum truck to release once again
My friend
I bend dope lens and coat
Show up and blow up I wrote
The classics ram my dick up the ass real fast it’s
Out of control the task is patrol
I last with the cure for pure dope lure
The kids in so they could win and spin
The children of Israel!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (07/06/23 02:45 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860364 - 07/06/23 06:14 PM (8 months, 8 days ago)

Get it crank!
In your shank there
I chop off the head of America
I’m from the Sword of Buddha
And run this right through yah!
I don’t like Blue Blood in the mud with gun heat
I run the Street
From here to there
And every damn player best beware
I don’t like the glare from the Sun
On a run I pick up a gun
So you know where it come from
I Sum some Run Up
To strum pluck the guitar
I lit this far out
I don’t scream and shout
I get the route I’m in
Denizen of the Darkness
Starkness is how it end
I bend thoughts and caught with the Palm Red
I break bread and Fast after tense
Ladies and Gents
I get this whence it’s Hollywood
In the intense
Over the fence we slam the ball out the Ball Park
It’s the Dark Sword to spark an Arc
I cut off Sharks
I hit the bark of trees relieve disease
We into drugs and chop off knees
Stump the leg
This Powder Keg

I’m lit!
Pass the microphone you spat upon
I release into dawn all the pawns
I wrong to kill they say I ill maintain
The execution policy
Of the dollar sign tree
I exit with bleed
Mean this to twist
I read hiss from scripture
I rip poor folks off
At the soft junction
People punch in the face
With no Ace you displaced
Fighter Pilot wild style it
Mic the mile hit
I written bloody
The Gun Heat run the defeat you
And disease is true as a sneeze drew
Begging and pleading
You pleading the 5th and dissed
Disconnected with your rap in check there
You a square
You gonna have a bad trip when you ripped
Gripped the microphone and with this
I mix in the hyper prone
To all alone toast in the zone for folks
Who host the town hall
All brawl leads to crawl
Now you just off the wall
Charted sprawl
With the law
Up your ass
You got cancelled class
Release that head so Fast!

I smoked tons of grass
Then hit the trip Everlast
My trips peak and solve
Gather all the strands together
And whatever is clever
It all comes together solved
Most kids couldn’t solve on trips
That’s the rough part itch
The smart part ditched the trip
For heroin and shit
I release grip of cash
I megablasted the Fast slid through the cracks grew
All true as Blue I maintain from the crew
Of Sword
Won the award for my Warfare
I scare in the air
Release shots and defeat spots
I recommend Pot
And tons of it
Don’t get that gun lit when you trip
You gonna trip
You stop trippin’
Serotonin lift in this
I love a Cocaine hit of Crack
Off the bat I satchel of back pull
Full heat drew
The seat off the pants
Dance like avalanche
My card black and stances
Crept up
Glances of the answer your phone core
I swore I would never leave trip
Everyone tried to ruin it
But I come through with this
I fully risked my life to get the knife
I’m in for life

Mom and Dad need to get back together again
I wrote a letter to the President
My residence was illegal
In Florida
I sorted it out in court with the 9 mm
For sport I drew my heater
I was wanted by the Communists
And knew it
A dead man shed through the skin and BLAM!
I bucked them down with my 9 mm
Mom and Dad was my Psilocybin

This bitch interrupted my trip
She thought she was a trip
Cause she had big tits
I told myself I lit
Right now and split BLAUGH!
I shot the cops in spots that’s tops with my 9 mm
Everyone’s heater was goin’ off
But I knew the trip was soft
I hit up the Kilo of Crack I got
I said I hit up a lot
Everyone got the onslaught I taught
A kid to chew his Psilocybin shrooms
Now he in rooms with the 9 mm
Kids couldn’t compete with the heat adults got
So kids lit up
A kid got bit by a shark
In park kid’s world darkened
They harken back to a sack they smoked
I toked its then broke out with the OZ
Of Psilocybin
Mom and my Dad got my 9mm
On their side I ride for Psilocybin with the 9 mm

I smoke two joints and on point
I got anointed with the ointment
Hash Oil I employed with lit head
I cracked some bread off
I led raw stuff to cough off
I got two big sacks of green as a teen
I busted beans and trusted keys in it
To finish it I diminished by hits that fit
I sit in a chair and stare into nowhere
Kids scared
I dared them to light up split a hair that’s tight but
They still caught unaware
I flipped a fair level
To let them off with a shovel to cover the skull and bones
I left shit alone I got stoned
Kids prone to get zoned on and hit the bing bong!
I lit a wrong kid up to split some shit with?
Never that, with that grip I sit and kick it
Puffin’ a fat ass J but anyway
I hold it down for the hay
Gloss off from LA Hollywood Hills
We in sight in tight with the children might
Come will some night
I in sight with trillion
I fill in
For a missing musician
I list the instruments and rinsed
In the cool Water
I thought of the the last time I toked
I booked it and soaked it
Now I floss with the jet
I’m outta here Set!

Let’s drink Ginseng Tea
I heard you like to drink
We got American and Korean just think?
I think we should get lit
So I brew up a big pot bet
We all set?
OK!
This Ginseng won’t blow you away,
But it strong alters your hollow words into birds
And crisp heard of the flip side
Inside I don’t hide my Ginseng
It’s legal catch a Wing and sequel
I hit a lot of Siberian
Maybe next time we can try that kind
I unwind on herbs
I hit a Ginseng bird for two months once
It greases you up
At least hits you duck
It makes the 8, like Psilocybin
There are related herbs and why I’m kin
With the Chinese
I study their medicine and believe
It’s a Veteran deceived by the belief
Of grief strife and beat with lead pipes and strikes
I mics up the disease
We need to get you some keys and some Gs
You need to lead not follow
Here!
Swallow 6 of these pills and have a ball yo
Tomorrow I’ll show you some swords and steps
So you can stick with the trip for the rest of existence

I started learning new styles of fighting
Modified my hang glider inside you hide
Darted heart charted apart from where I started
I got real smart did the smart thing
Pulled a wingtip so trip and I lit constantly
I got a bit bonkers actually
Methamphetamine
I rock the gleam still some seem a dream
Fools double team
Like they some be meant to ski went
For the breeze
I got the disease a long time ago
I got cream Gold and a mold that folks beware of
I’m a dove I rock a stalk for fought over War
In store before I go to the core I make sure
I’m alone in the zone people prone to accidents
And didn’t pay to get in
They want to punch you in the face to begin
They think something easy
I just Gs crazy off the phase heat some dead meat
I defeat all other mind styles
I got the soul for I bowl knock down all the pins
Strike I might light a fool up on sight uncool but
That’s the rule of the street off this each one
Release gun suckers be from the carnage
And garnish with parsley this dish complete
I unseat everyone else
I well spent money dealt with the gun heat
All day I expect to get paid
I’m in the shade
You can’t see me
I like to be hidden
I written words so a curve can’t be bitten
They like to get in
But I don’t let them

I make some Cash
Hit the food truck
You outta luck
I got a program that yo man I hold up scan the area for pirating and
I might just Blam!  You for being crew gang slew name drew aim and blew
I shoe on the foot shook the took for this right inside I glide
I hang tight realign right ignite the pistol while in this fistful of cash
I served to ash got the mask on you can grasp for long hang on you fell
Like ring a bell I just so swell I ball it tall with the lyrics rendered 666
I tricks a bitch servin’ hitch cold MC move and switch I ditch a figure that
Cold cat inside told height hat with the ride on so I slide on hit a bong they be gone
I flow on I show strong how I shot on the label stable way hella blaze jelly fat
Roll through with the gat service was for a sack of meth I trip breath
Release until there ain’t none left I cold rock it def to chalk screech outline be time
I recline I just sniff my last dime of meth got to reup and Seth beat up
My speed struck I don’t give a fuck it’s just back luck for sucka ducks
Murder plucks further with a gun that’s word up from the master number one

God kept me out of the cooler
I got the heater 2 seater
Meth
They busted both Pot connects in the small town
Now it’s impossible to find Pot
If you don’t go local you get ripped off
Short sacks is facts why I switched to the maximum Meth and friends
To serve ends I self defense it
I bench bit off the stench at night
Quench that thirst all right
All this shit works
You get shot on sight
I’m not polite but I try to be
Rhyme after hittin’ up a tree gang signs
Kids flow blind and can’t design a good cap
As a matter of fact I like to give kids slack for trying
I’m not lying it’s a fact that dried out caps relax
I need that Sun Tax lifted
Blow Weed explosive gifted with the seed from God
Flowering Tops cause Shocks in the uninitiated
I straighten it up
All blades in the cut
It’s like Murder what?
You need that Mean Green
To tight the scene all a light the beam
I triple cream now
WIth the instant cash allowed
Big bucks for the shout out
But it needs Herb so word up hit a J or somethin’ stop playin rough and
Slaying the kids with high bids I flipped it


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860381 - 07/11/23 11:50 AM (8 months, 3 days ago)

I was inside the mind
Just when a dime sack flowed
Release show up
To blow up spots
I got shot at
Served with the bomb back
Release react to stacks
Murder Maximum
Doin' life and rap on some tracks that stun
Criminal
Gets me in with women
I fin to bust on a vision
I seen Psychedelic Dream
In prison they team up on you
Gang attack stew in the back with crew
Relax you drew back
And clacked the gun
Someone sung a high note
It was Murder they wrote

It was freestyle rap
Get on the map
And torn your maximum
Sentence that went with this
Leave you defenseless
I bent with drip brains
Insane and light flames
I mic maintain with the deadly strike
I handle blades and shades
Of color duller than your entrance
Paid rent make sense
So I claim with clips
I since as rinsed
In the back of the lab with mincemeat
Murder complete
Further than you eat up
Reach tuck the heat drew
All deceased flew in flown
Mind gets blown
And shown
On the phone
I hit the bone
And dug graves
Like slaves at two in the morning
On Meth straight to death
I dropped LSD
And proceeded to pop
Sheets lock defeat with the Glock

A Water Fast Euphoria
Was better than drugs
I search for cuts in trip
Soap up suds and straight lit
We gettin’ there
You become unaware of the other World
Rap styles unfurled
You hit like a girl who never scrapped before
This was War
So we born true as seed grew like a Weed
My Ganja drew in the fleeing fled
Murder right up in the head
I murder instead of the serve you bled
I bled too so we blood brothers
Like mothers of ill kids
All children killed in gangs
With they gang rags
Servin’
I’m OG from Los Angeles
Where all they bang is Crips and Bloods
The Mexican thugs got the guns
My homie got stunned with some bullets
I seen him with the Grim Reaper
All your either a teacher
Of the Gang I hang with
I rang mix the slang and bang with hits

Fools thought the Platinum chain
Was Silver
You get killed in here
So beware
Of the DARE program
The live show jammed slammed and rocked
I copped a sack of shrooms
I hit them up
I saw a vision of light ignite
I got hype and saw red and white stripes
I flipped a mic
I clocked ice
And was a dice roller
Core of the poor was Soldier
For the Country
I ate lunchmeat
I got to defeat MCs
The Mushrooms led me into rooms unseen
I flew in the breeze
I saw cheese to the ceiling
All wielding the double
Double edge swords Jian
I reinvented the wheel
And wield the steel
I peel back caps
And feel for the max
Be all you can be
Don’t try to jack me
You get laughed at and
My Ganja Trees maxed that
I’m a Phat Cat

I shot a light Golden Grill
On Tequila Hill
I might chill and top bill
Remain on wax until these rhymes collect the tax
Murder raps was back in black
I service attacks with further blacked out maps
I got the jack move on a whole crew at once
I served them
They fumbled ball and swerved then
I had them learnin’
I burn in the sign
I turn design into heard King in the mind
We binding with contract
So I’m intact and rapped about it
I crowded a room with a spoon of Cocaine
I got a brain that lit lanes
Murder explains how fame is
No matter how big you get you wet so bet
Yep
It’s a Tech 9
All release blind
I saw diamond and reclined and
Unwinded suntanned
With the mind I understand
I land on the Island
Where they grow Sativa
And tropical style with the profile
Of Golden Child
I lit up a joint and smiled on point

I’m toxic
Poisoning cutthroat
I got the gun smoke
And blood soaked
I got Gold and Platinum Ropes
I toke Ganja smoke again my friend
Let’s practice so you can match this
Lift the latch and dance with weapons
I don’t like to see kids who can’t fight
We can write rhymes all night
We get outta sight
We relight the sword
I award core at the store for the poor
To tour in War
I shore to shore
Been born in a morning dove rub backwards dub
I unplugged all the fake thugs and snubbed
A fool lost his cool
He got shot and leaked fuel
I saw a duel with pistol cruel
All mule for Columbian Cocaine
Come through the lane like pro claim
I got it maintain I light brains
I dice game play with with mics maim
Ignite into flame and right to blame
The fascists
Racist Cops and blacklist
I hatch plans for crisp match this lens
I bend bent
Rent went out the door before I gone tore
On the mic I roar

I drink 8 Ball
My crew insists on the crisp 8 Ball sips
I flip a mixture of it and something doesn’t quite fix
Like lightning the brew bring unseen dream
We singing clean about 8 Ball
All murder on the wall was scrawled in blood
Mud cakes in the backyard from Soldier Scarred
I hit hard on 8 Ball
My swords come from 8 Ball
I grew tall then shrunk
Took a dunk and sunk my chips lump you in the mix
I fix an 8 Ball drink up
It stink up the place when I get my Fresh Ace
All over the space it’s empty
Don’t tempt me I chill
And fill this with 8 Ball Royal in this historic moment
I’m a proponent of 8 Ball
All crawl on the follower to the dollar store
You can’t ask for more than 8 Ball
I got it straight ya’ll
Except I bent how murder went
You was heaven sent before that
I score on cats with floor mats
My door taps the ceiling
Revealing on 8 Ball all the wielding weapons
My sword record on 8 Ball
All 8 feet tall be ball
I shall not fall I just get the call and call 8 Ball

I’m Platinum warping
With a scorpion dart
Morph your art
Like Mozart I top chart
I heart dark
I mark the section and bet then
I wet send the ends and the means
I bends like disease
I come free to infect shake your knees
Earn your respect off these rhymes Ps
I hold a Tech
I sold fold in the Universal World
I got curls and folds like explode
Out the mold you got told off
I roll raw and sold circular saw
For jawbone all alone clone
In the zone with cold phone
I prone to disease everyone raps these now
I graze like cow and don’t allow
Beef to come between each Master that teach
I walk the dogs on a leash
Until rap deceased I got the plow
I Soldier Pow!
Hit your Gold Crown and nouns
Renowned all around
Sprout up from the ground
Like Ganja Leaf
I reach out and touch someone

I drew fluid and walk around in circles to hurt fools
Whose crew is this?
Motive I wrote it the song coated with sweet sugary heat
I keep reading the seed sown breeding cut clones
Greetings from the Stone State
I like a Sativa Eye to get High
But we can’t deny it only grows in the tropics
The top flex in the wind
Everyone grins at the thought of imported sorted high grade
Aliens made the playbook to took cooked up
I shook stuff down from the crown to get out of town
For right now it’s allowed
The whole crowd pumps out loud for the sound
I got ground to plant
Hand to Hand brand label
Able and willing
Murder is the killing they billing with
Some hit top hits for hot grits
I lift the switch and cold crisp
Hitch the ride inside the mind to find diamonds
Precious stones and blessed skull and bones
I get rolling and stole on the whole long time ago flow
Roll through the cold like bowling
Ball and I scrawl on the wall
Weed One
I got a gun that numb up someone shot
I sold a lot of Pot

I’m from the Order
I scored a Quarter of Hydro Inside Grown
Under High Pressure Sodium Lights
People ignite fights on sight
I got it write smoking I choke on bongs from since I was a little kid
I rock the slid through project buildings
People get killed with knives and blades
I crews who fade true as day grew over into night
Fools ignite fights on sight
I Soldier colder than fold yours up in the truck interstate freight
I got great weight of shrooms
I moon the tune out room downtown
You get clocked right now as it’s allowable under law that all saw
A claw poke choke deep into creep mode and explode
Ignite into fights on sight
Training and explaining maintaining the blade keen with green bud
I got about ten pounds as a teen
I grew up with the lean in the party house
Eeek a mouse I reaper slit throat cut broke loose and flowed nooses
Around the neck respect rejection section wet when they step in
It’s murder for the children inside the building

When I ski
I pulse and spazz angle ass dangle mangling class entangled
My strangling Meth Cap I write raps that slaps upside inside and outside
I been about time to round rhyme the crime count amounts of cash
By the ounce people pounce I got Pot Twelve O’Clock!
Rock shot forth score Earth scorched tore burst through work drew
On the chew I slew flack flew all over I’m a Soldier
Bold move to show and prove I laugh at fools except those who kept in step
You can bet some folks did a lot of numbers high hopes for pillage and plunder
I caught a slumber party at the hard key to fit slide easy I’m greasy
If need be I bust a tree talk that hawk I chalk up bodies
I hit high head fed long keys of instead songbird breeds I met
A lot of people and treated them as equal
You don’t want to see the violent sequel that gangster bleed to

Venice Beach
Each Gangster is within reach to touch
We drop so much LSD we don’t head rush
Get your head bust
I score a bag of Green
Lightning need tightening clean
Exciting to reup on drugs
Any thug not an artist got hardest hit by the trip
I market rip the dark market I park it in step
We got rep
The Sun shine
The smog get blown inland almost all the time
It’s a crime in Venice if you ain’t local
All the folk will notice you
Unless you from Hollywood or someplace good
I crawled down the alley every day to hit the beach
I knew some Soldiers in wheelchairs
Be careful I tear pulled out my eye
When I notice who what why where when how
I take a bow to the Police
They don’t hassle me at least for drugs
We got thugs and it’s a freak scene
I came off clean past the sign that read
Venice Beach


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860388 - 07/13/23 04:23 PM (8 months, 1 day ago)

All types of lights lights mics up ignites twice cut
I got a ice shut out
I gunned down around
Town and pronoun sound like showdown
All roll on the ground with around Sun
Bake with the numb become a heavy head Sum
From the distance run existence flip kits with quickness
I need a new connect that check doubles
To rubble scrub will fumble all crews tumble
I mumble the words in the suburbs
I curve all haters earned their set forget to keep check and wreck
Any mic you flex and say next I reprehensible for specs
That get you wool
I expect the pull fully
I could bully a null feed for slow to play heed to glow and proceed to blow up
Show stuff under control rough and tough like handcuff rub backwards dub
Most got stuffed in a suitcase and Aced
I say grace that I 3+ years of heavy Ganja eye clear 20 year sobriety
I like to think here and fear is what all rappers hear of
They nearly rubbed out with one shout
Ganja is too expensive I swift penmanship
Plus no one got the time
I got Ganja enough to unwind as such

18 moons around a planet to span it?
Man I ripped
I tripped made a Gun some from the Ganja rung?
I never heard of a Gun until I rolled ice and stung
I got it humming
Coming back with the fat sacks of Ganja I need the relapse
To attacks the M.I.C. properly
You could stop and see
Both cases was tight but my soft Ganja came through right
I fin to run on true indeed
Yes I bleed
Rights to proceeds hype through more needs no one
Spun with the Gun for fun?
Hell no I become a nightmare
That sight scare I dare you to try Methamphetamine
I cream in the sack
With the Stars and Suns collapse
I flow taxed to hacks who can’t rap
Facts is the stacks of green with the lean shadow locked at 45 Degree Angle
I Star Spangled super hype tangled up in cords with swords I was born
In a Forest with the glorious Shroom to cure this
I More than just a fist law
I’m a jaw about to get busted by law
A Gangbanger flow stranger name than cold flame
I blame Meth for all the Death you see
Plus we got other drugs I sum with Plug One
On Long Island

We rocking Adrenaline vibes
Letterman Jackets to tack with I stack hits
Gold and Platinum with the MegaSun
I way back from the day I used to play in the teenages
I pagers flavors?
Before that
Store bought rap was like BDP and Public Enemy
Beastie Boys and NWA
A Ganja flame lead me in the right lane
No need to explain what Adrenaline like
To those on the mic
A super hype cousin plus buzz in the head dozens left dead
Murder all that cold head said a lot
I got the process to stop sets and flex on X
Them Cold Techs sold an ounce and diamond
I recline and dot spot the line
With crime plus I rewind and
You could catch the slime man
I rap a lot
I progress with a tackle box full of locks and steps with weapons
I reflect in the distance from within hits since I was a tiny little kid
Slid behavior ripped cold the flavor that dipped
On Hallucinogenic
I Death trip in the mix
All day and Gold Spray plus decay
In the way this is what you get
For servin’ that Set

A trigger named James
Who belong it and bomb flames with the silence
Invite violence with the style hits
My smile is lit intense over the fence hit the ball commence
To brawl and fence my bomb weapons
Crews try to step in but I win every time
Why I rep for the rhyme
I’ve got a roll of dimes
And reveal crimes molded I’m
Sold it to bold split the hits cold did it to roll spread
All over Grateful Dead tracks max in the acts that flow relax
Under control
Where’s my Ganja Gold?
We got legal and it’s the same price as Meth and that’s evil
I don’t respect a government that rubbin’ faces in the mud
And lovin’ it like it’s a drug for thugs or something
Ganja and the rub it bring
Inside party down King of the Lord of the Rings
A Soldier sings his last song with the blasts from the bong
I last long in the 3 prong electric
Water connection with the permanent Set Trip
Mushrooms for Breakfast to check hits

In the line in the way I hit up the display
Rhyme blades with shades and delay filing in line to sway
March of Diamonds I decay in energy when I tend to P up
I lead a heat struck off of beaded ducts
Need this thrust for cuts up the cemetery
Real scary beware of heat greet a meeting at the standing
Seating not stance come down like avalanche
Relax take off a branch and chance a smoke
I joke about rope chain mine’s ancient and rhymes blaze the vacant
I hate trip where fools haven’t tripped dared
Make scared niggas beware in the four figures triggers pulled
All this dulled the edge service with a sledgehammer
I bammer hit up the Royal Family
Damn I’m G relight the Trees again plus herbal blends
Further sends crews to the end drew up
Throw up your sign in the cut up so what’s up?
Punk ass causing violence and rolled the whole class

We OG with the Psychedelic and Weed
Shrooms turned on and blew up straight no question guessin’ or sets tend
To flex in this I rhyme graffiti and decease G who steps
Reflex X up the stop to Techs that talk flex
Murder checks in the wrecks
Smokestack Lightning and that’s bet
For flow in fighting I rep
Detest an S offa curve for serve
Inviting death into the squad
Release all God of this mess
I call it job
Reflex hit up P with trees Sizzle the blind for dime piece
I love a Water caught your blood hurt
I bomb shirts that don’t work
I jerk a fool around for ground
To pump up the sound of Trip
Pounds of Ganja essential for the tense who pull heat
Automatic decease from the beast
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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860395 - 07/15/23 07:16 AM (7 months, 30 days ago)

All of that is incomplete and/or run on sentences about meaningless bullshit. Rap is rhythm and POETRY.  Poetry is emotion distilled into beautiful imagery using words as the catalyst. If you are going to practice then at least learn proper sentence structuring :kingcrankey:


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860397 - 07/15/23 09:17 AM (7 months, 30 days ago)

LOL
At least these days he keeps it in one thread.  You can hide the thread if it bugs you to much.  Cause that guy would drive the grammar police nuts.  And it'd be a short ride.


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Re: poem [Re: Stoneth]
    #860399 - 07/15/23 01:40 PM (7 months, 30 days ago)

Off a burner soul searcher
I get tortured
Pain Flames up in names that brain’s lit
Permanent
I swerve and bet check the Sets
I get a next call to follow hollow bones shown clones of Ganja
My bomb was sewn by a farmer who grown the Herb for Decades word
I flip the Bird at any nerd who try to smother lover of the verb
Smokin’ a fire soakin’ wet retire and poked in the X to stoke what comes next
You a joke I reflex hit up sacks of Ganja Black that fire I admire
Hex all the liars and bets cheaters murderers criminals
The Ganja seed was plural World owned by blown
Mex is nice
I roll a dice on some Sativa from the G burn all P popped and cheese copped
I’m tired of wired
Ganja is the higher flame with Ganja aim I wrote this to explain
I exclaimed that Ganja wrecks streets word to the beat I heard to this bleep
Out the cuss words
Murder nerves on the Set rollin’ jet out the place like shoe laced
Tied up disgraced lie but for sake of Ganja I’m on one for a long Sun Ray
To sum up everyone needs to smoke the blunts, the fire and retire
Street Thugs was the designer


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Re: poem [Re: Stoneth]
    #860400 - 07/15/23 01:54 PM (7 months, 30 days ago)

Quote:

Stoneth said:
LOL
At least these days he keeps it in one thread.  You can hide the thread if it bugs you to much.  Cause that guy would drive the grammar police nuts.  And it'd be a short ride.



I was just being a knuncle head this morning. It doesn't bother me that bad lmao


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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #860402 - 07/15/23 02:15 PM (7 months, 30 days ago)

I’m burying the 2 short Chef Style
The best mile I seen
Now I just get tight in those jeans
Reflect light beams
And stress the impolite
I rock it right
I been in sight since I stepped with the Mic
All those rhymes you write
Can’t catch it hype
To move the crowd
We like our shit down
Down to the ground
I best abound in the lyrical swamp
To stomp sucka crews from Vietnam
Bruise all who choose that bomb
I got it on I dawn spray the lyric to hear me out
You could scream murder route
Instead we get this cream
Suckas fled
A murderer headed dreaded beheaded I hit up red blood
I got a lot of it
To stop that hit
Chill relax until you hook up
You shook up with stressed look on your face
While I pilot my Ace

My name Gold Tooth Rasta Irie
Admiring a fire
I caught fire when I smoke to get higher
All the Ganja an all nighter
I light up my lighter
Get excited burn
On one learn
The turn it takes makes life Great Again
A Soldier mend
Anyone tend to end
I got the friend who grow so I know how to grow too
I light this in the Noon and spark like a ballon I float higher
Mine and yours herb for times with Wars
Stirred all blind like tours through Europe
I hit Amsterdam and jam on some fine Hashish Gold Teeth Rasta
Smokes each kind offered
I soft serve a flex caught blurred
On Sets
My Mexican hookup got the Dank Sativa bank on that
Rolled in Fat Cat stacks of Herb
Word you Murdered furthered hurt up and burned buds later skater
I Mic up all the haters
Never tasted her
Ganja Herb

Alight
With the fresh Nikes Ganja likes my mics mellow
Say hello to all the crowd
Who got the pounds of herb?
Don’t murder for it!
Tell your government you love it
And how it’s peaceful
A deceased crew got at least a few cranks
Blanks shot a lot from Ganja Pot Herb
Word
It doesn’t burn the nerves
It relaxes helps with pain
I like black strap molasses with the Grasses Herbs Ganja
All hail the farmers who caught Word
A plural of variety to spice no ice on the recline just Ganja Herb no crime
Relax rewind
All the blind can see!
Is this Rastafarian?
I light the blessing
Suggesting some grow tips for my own kids
Children all are my own I plant a clone of Fire
Admire the more higher I get the more the War Wet
Appetite for Ganja
Might exceed the threat
Everyone packs some guns or something
From one thing to the next
On Ganja we never flexed
Relax steps to the rhythm Jah Blessing


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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #860404 - 07/15/23 03:21 PM (7 months, 30 days ago)

He kinda emi me of that kid Buckie from Grownups 2.


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Re: poem [Re: Stoneth]
    #860406 - 07/15/23 03:53 PM (7 months, 30 days ago)

So you want to cap some Meth!
Light up the fire to see inside yourself be Ganja
I used to farm it
With the charm lit
Rose and Frozen
I cap ice like chosen to blows in the Wind
Then it’s time for Crack Cocaine
Further explain the name and why Ganja flame
I light up with the right stuff to my name
All souls aim
Shoulder the pain
Burden
Of hard working
Searching the Land for Brands
Like Sativas is planned
Beam yah up
You need to get struck twice
To understand the dice rolling
On ice folding up
Fold been tucked in so where to begin
I began with Ganja
My herb I hit it to get turned
Like Christmas
Santa brought the manner
Of Star Spangled Banner
All the forefathers smoked Ganja
Life Liberty and Happiness
And they back on the fence
Speaking tense
Get your Ganja herb and rinse off
Shower Power in the Water and soften

With the 8 moon steps
I reflect back upon
The song I sang
Birdie on Black!
Learned all the keys in fact
I sing on trees
Like a songbird
A reggae song word to the Herb Fire
Get higher
Off the tunes
The room swept clean by Ganja Lean
Beaming with Love and Peace
They don’t like the Fire the Charras
With cursive writing
I’m on a Fire Reggae display
Every day we Fire
No more wire ever again
I got a medical healing blend
Just for intent
I invent new rhythm
My best friend made the clay Rasta Pipe!
I ignite Fire inside when my glass broke
I smoke signal the criminal
I got on the line
Who never smoked Kind
They are blind
From behind they come
To rhyme they all designed for crime
Such a bad vibe
I wipe off the type soft
On Ganja Recline!
Peace and Love from Rastafari Irie!

I’ve got the Bikini Music
And chanting voices
All enchanting trance the trip gets me in
Psilocybin
My mind bent permanent
On 4 figure black ink
I blink and smell the stink of Fire burning
I hit loot to get the shoe fits
I look for it track down some Ganja now and again
I like to light up a Spliff and
Reclaim the famous
I got this tune I sing that the moon bring so soon I sting
I got the bomb to stay calm
We all need the Fire
Ganja from the Earth Mother
Every man love his brotha and sista
Every woman love her sista and brotha
Gaia remind me of a trip I seen
The Mother bleed from mistreatment
Love your mother be at ease with yourself
Off the shelf you can buy grow products
Grow your own Fire if you desire
Get Higher
Blessed Jah
Brought the Herb caught focus
Rastafari
All charmed by
Rasta Mon got his smoke on
I could smell it!

Teacher Plants
My favorite is everyone’s
It contains THC and the Cannabinoids
I was listening to Bob Marley
Who could hardly question Bob and what he stood for?
I was never good for nothing
I grew up puffing
I had my rough times
I wrote rhymes about it
I crowded the room by myself
My mental health is unstable
Because of Cables I Busted
Gold and Platinum
I scatter some atoms to the Jazz Cats and Them
My best friends sings the funky song
We funky creatures
We feature the funk
You can get drunk on the Funk
I need Psychedelic
A witch’s brew of the stew that grew funky heads
I’ve bled a lot
Seen a lot of Pot and Gunshots
Pot is Ganja if you belong here you need not fear
So mellow
My favorite teacher
So Speakeasy
And Legalize the Freak Potion!
Get your body in motion
Dance like the Ocean Tides
Realize what’s inside of you!
Your whole crew needs the stew

The liver shot
What liver rot on alcohol
The stank
The bank you spent on magic tricks
There is no magic in this World tighter than Light from the Sun
I’m exploring Plant Medicine
To get a letter grade
I flunk out of school constantly
As a responsible tripper
I flipped one off
They say I went soft and coughed
So I used the Adrenaline Cousin
Buzzin’ with vibes inside
I went for a ride too many times in The Car
What Car doesn’t exhaust on the Planet?
A carbon footprint
Look mom!  I did it!
I got written I’m on a mission to turn you onto the vision
We all have within a vision
The mission is impossible
The freaks who pulled off the stunt
Don’t carry guns
You need a tool to make it in school
Every Gang uses the firearm to Hang
Every politician and business person
Is in a worst case scenario
For the bottom line
It’s the Economy Stupid!
They say as they crazy
Inside insanity
We all took the ride

The Bikini wasps that sting
I sliced an ice sculpture up and ate it
They said I was treasure
All marks on the darkness grows strong
We need the seed of the Earth
A kernel of energy Chi
I practice Tai Chi
I enjoy a freedom everyone seeks
Free from violence
From authority
No one can just say no to drugs
Gangsters are wigged out
I seen murder
Who hurt crews that die
On Mr. Nice Guy
I don’t carry heat
I folded up then
All tones in the tree growing
Sewing seeds
Breeding the disease inside of us feeds the blindness
We must go blind after seeing the sunshine
The Sun is powerful
But the Earth is closer
I defeat Sun Stylists with a simple grounding trick
This guitar is going hard
I have too many scars
I’m hard to kill
Many tried to get inside
To see what I got
I got nothing to prove
A groove I’ve been in
All those in power sour
So I don’t need strength
I mastered Tai Chi

I’m a shroomer
Nighttime bloomer
Insight sooner than come the gun
For fun I handle my lungs breathe
Breathe out the disease
Crept up
What’s kept up my sleeves?
People can’t see
I pop people on contact
My raw strength
You can’t Gank this
Roll with tank force
My tank is crisp
To bank on hits
Is frightening to tightening lips
Hide you from Sun
Burn to a crisp
Ganja smoke in the lungs
Exist floating twist
Motive is this
I Mike I hype on a flight I got tight in this
I exist in lightening bolt fist
Rolled the jolt
Like Colt 45 I drink till I’m live
I recline and blind
People suffer from culture War
For explorers on Cold Worlds
I unfurl and gangs curl
Up snuck in the duck release the upchuck vomit
Peyote for me
So I can be free again
Try Ayahuasca then
Keep a Ganja lens
Take flights in Nike sneakers
Inhale test tubes and beakers

Meth is a useful Herb
It reverbs in the head
And measures dead folks by the keg
I shake a leg and break a peg
In the puzzle I muzzle does ya’ll?
Because Fall is a season away today
I might may right rhyme decay
Spray the place up with the Ace shut
You get in the cut and shut up
Bitch
You get stitched up
By a bitch doctor which cut
You sought for for the relax enjoy the facts tour
On stage in a rage I take a page and bust it stayed
Trusted by the blade I raise to delay
Stabbing Slicing all so nice of you to do
To someone but I rung one
So I brung Sun back and hum attack
You wick wack I jack for a sack?
Never.  I paid for that forever sacked up
Measure I relate the straight for featherweight
Ain’t America great?  I spin on a plate and hate
The fate of man you understand
Like this is a brand label cable break
And stable fake relatable relate to skater dude
I’m straight with fate I brought my rage
Sage turn into a page in the book
Of life my knife strikes hypes up
I twice shut out and gun down
You can tell I need Meth all around
My the pound and Kilo
I peel slow on the Ganja Grow
The more drugs you got
The more you strike with Old Soul

I toss a hit up for a lit up sit struck
Plucked duck rubbed backwards
By glass towards inhaling ice
And max Wars I core is to the floor with gore
I got more than galore I soar
I roar and tore get it to the store
Been more inclined to signed it sold
I Gold hold cold up struck by gun butt
Service you’re shut swerve this to learn this
You heard of crisp Cap?
Black acts lightning in raps striking shutting backs
With wax spun I relax numb on Coca
I smoke a puff and gone have fun I run a Sun
Brung the thought of caught word up
Gun up with the buns bake for money fake
Gun heat takes you
It takes you places new
For sake of flake grew the Peruvian stuff
I soldier buff for handcuff
I mold your shit must dust it to trust it thrust
Cuts struts shut out to run the mouth
Gun down South got the house sold
I’m cold in drugs Soldier four plugs folder
Shrugs shoulder was your mold born
Of torn Death destruction function assumption
Wants one of those flows that stun and froze
Suppose I rolls I cold Gold in the Platinum
I max with spun

Creating the sausage
My mock run got a mockingbird on the Sun
For fun some gun up the strung out
Shout about how it could be if would she?
Could she?
Stood heat complete with seat take a rest to the chest with fresh Ganja sets
I Mexican heat up the reflex again
Backwards tend to end the entrance with a real man’s Spliff
I lightning lift the exciting for height run the white thing I might bring
I tight as King Mike you lean like a Demon I’m screamin’ to end War
I core before floor with the sore anus I’m famous
I’m blameless I chosen for justice to bust this
Don’t lust it’s rusted back metal pig sticker quicker stick it in bicker with men
Over ownership of wicker furniture you burn to learn churn the seven seas
Fools get numb disease to come after cheese for sum I run guns
I from Suns I stun the shake bake make it naked to break it don’t fake it
I hate kids I break lids of grass over my ass and seek cash
Invest to the rest feel stress I bless the mic manifest how I rap digest
With the Tech I create hate between the date and the dated
Rhymes faded cause I masturbated with flavor in it

Tai Chi on Ganja with the Gold Coat
I like to mix it up
Broken stride
My mind goes inside not to hide
But to examine the damage done by savage come the havoc
I bag it in the sad glow you win
When you don’t begin to pull explode
The sin isn’t difference
It’s a simple trick to fix and thicken the shit in
The dick then
I bitch recommend a tight fit for the defense
I got the beads to rinse of water
I shot quarter Os I knows heat
But my cap is not complete
Until I roll stash Golden heat
I cold tasked with the lapse in cracks rocks
I stocks up on Acid to Fast hit
But I mastered it I hasta hit
The damage flip the cabbage fix
The branding for landing on the grip of Ganja thick with Resin
I Brethren the severed head was red bloody
I got shot on the money from Gun Heat
Murder so sweet I compete with the feature
I reach for the best Ganja
I got a Meth connect I need to cold check
The rest is History!

Getting stuck is a buck fifty job
Rolling rob off corn on the cob I fog
Up brains in tight in lanes I just might
Flame up to famous shame on you the insane you drew
I clock flew shock the rule stop who will forget
Sweat in the Cold Tech I wreck
Destroy avoid all the sense I make?
You fake and got it hate on players
I made yours in the daily chores
For floor wax
More to relax scratch a record backward
Score sack toward the max imported sorted cordless
My swordfish I hoard the mix
Of herbalists I serve foul fools my burn ground
Offa lounge I scrounge up the crown I top it
Don’t stop it if you shock lit I rock thick
With the red town all the pound click
Lightning quick
My mic rule sick like the tool I flip
Who will dip?  Cool as trip like tight grip
Tight to sit in the chair air your wares out
Shoulder mean the colder round the fold up
Down to the pounds I clock herb nonstop as a kid
Slid in

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860421 - 07/17/23 07:44 PM (7 months, 28 days ago)

Getting lit on the Ganj!
Represent!
It’s how every day should be spent
Spend my days in Sun Rays capping off made of shine
Inside blind the diamond mine in full operation
Back at the station we vacation take a break and
Go deep inside old PTSD hide
I mostly cured mine with Psilocybin
But we tryin’ to stay mentally healthy
Know the way
Through old fade true as cold and gray skies
I rise in disguise with my eyes open
I soak in the Ganja tokes take in smoke and exhale
Without fail homie bail me out of jail
Life gets stale without spice
Roll the dice and shot the Pot off a start storm in the morning
Without warning the storm gets thick touring the Trip
Light this lit
Might take a sip of Water
Caught your off your rocker with a soft glaring glance
I took a chance and dance on Crack Cocaine
Light this in flame
To insight decay in the way anyone spray no delay
Like Cold Ray I sold Hay for fold in this told it hits
Steady and ready to get clones got the Heady
I’m ready to quit drugs and just smoke buds
First I’m getting rid of the thugs

Lightning function
Tracks reduction on rap sucks then
I buck bend all that tend to end slayed played
Dazed amazed crazed phased glazed eyes hazy
Get red days seen type I mean I might light a J
Anyway I seen drugs all day and thugs don’t play
I lug the display towards the core and blaze foreplay
An OZ of shrooms
In rooms I shrink I might sink the ship sunk it dunk trunk
Punks sold me some bunk I’m gonna thump they asses
First I light the meth and tracks lit type fit
Hype hit I bite back I can tell I sell in hell
Raps rebel against the Rebel Yell
I Gel Bells and fellas and ladies get As been staying up all night
And light the spice
I caught rice off the dice a Rice Spice I shot the dice again
My mic’s cold ten
Sold demon steamin’ inside beamin’ Worlds collide
Committed roll it quitted then I sold that
Fitted in bold rap to cold cap I max with Mac spit
Rifle hit the type fully lit I split some shit and sped off
My head get soft I gloss the toss for offers
Of shot words up talk birds
Man, I’m lucky mom got me Ganja
I want to cultivate under the Sun for fun
And I don’t pack guns

We get high
You can try with an eyeball
But you can’t make the sky fall
I scrawl on wall
Called ball a law I saw
I crack a sack raw
Hit it up
It’s heat real to feel peeled back struck like that
Murder rap is all that happens
Captivate with violence straight
Right this gated the gold plated
Ropes dated
I hated fake ropes and smoke shit
We hope for hits of the Mendo
Mendocino Northern Cal where the best Green Grow
I grew up in Hollywood
I imagining the mics slaying in the rain and pain staining
Braining entertaining make it the same thing
I right pain sting
The mic wing nut
King in the cut I leas the shut to open
Soft spoken
But I broken MCs
You can’t light these degrees I got
I shot at rob stats from maximum security
Get a cure to feel pure and keep it real yo



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (07/17/23 09:55 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860430 - 07/19/23 04:31 PM (7 months, 26 days ago)

I’m a Bird!
I caught it off talk off a Gold Watch
I Soldier caught in a trap
Folded back and you can’t fold forward
My Gold toward I Bird!
I caught a nerve off a lifetime swerve
I shot you heard the ring
A fool stings like a sucka bring
I night time wing
I got the King of thing
On a swing
With a top sting
I like this in the game
Servin’ flame with the spot
Blame the microdot on the stop watch
I service thoughts of Birds
Fools got some nerve to mess with Bird
I 33rd
I shot off a Gun and stun
For the run I gun it up
I service a fool pluck
Heard it’s the tool
That luck you got has run out
Gun in the mouth
From further down South I caught a mouse like a cat
Word it’s round bat swing that

I caught a Water up
Hit your Water truck
You stuck in the head and it ring Platinum
I rap and stun on max that lung filled with Ganja
Sung that song
I know where I left the bong
It’s been a long time and still I shine
I like a Pothead blind to dot dead
Turning red bloody bodies on the walkway
In Central Park that sway from the shark
I park it
Stark hit the dark lit
I light it up trip
Get a rip off the bong
I sang that song
I flip it wrong
You got it going on
I shouldn’t weight roll on hate
Playah Haterz
Off it late blurs the topic
I shock it top it with that roll fat
Murder is the Maximum I tax and Sun tan
Folder for the plan in the Iran Nuclear Program

From a cloud
A Shaolin Cloud
Runnin’ crowns
Offa wrong town to be in
To G in
I light this for free then
I sight to see when
I tight it flight hit the sky with eye
I fight to get high
I right to deny the claims
That flames to Herb is bad for you word
I clap in the curve
Murder server
Verse is awful like a burner
I shot it raw caught the blur and you’re in further deep
Creep
Past it sleep
On Acid I lasted counting sheep
That blasted track meet expectations
Relations with the station rock the nation
I top creation
Hit the dollar sign for inflation
I shot the rate in it to spin
Different than a Soldier
Still I a Soldier
Someone should have told yah

You get shot up
The more drugs I got the more I can’t stand your cut
The violence
Number one style with the profile
I can’t smile about it
I rounded down my pounds clown
Your service to hurt tricks and bitches
You gonna have to get stitched up
You bleed from cuts and wounds
In the tombs you sleep rest a peep and don’t move
I broke bones
You was rude
I spooned some Cocaine
Ain’t no jokin’ no provoke to explain
I got it raining
I’m draining the pool
Service school for a fool
You lost your cool too easy
You freeze Gs be struttin’ somethin’
It gets rough in the deep end
Waters when I slaughter
I thought your ass was absurd
You rock shit burned
Up the stock trip
I got to have shot up
I product called model citizen
Roll in the drugs and hold the cold position in fold
You wishin’ you some cold shit then

We creep on Water
I woke up on Water shit
First on the Liver Trip
Psilocybin peeps threw in slide then inside the blindness
I rewind this
I’m on Water
I thought I caught you off guard
You too hard you need to soften
A lot of Water often
Keep shit poppin’
I rock the ten speed
Microphone with Weed
I get the cyclone with Speed
Hype for the tone
I bleed
On sight you get blown away
You stowed away
In the vessel
Floating on Water
Take a rest yo
Come back with the fresh flow
I love a enter the center inventor
With the Water the sector
I called your vector
Got the sawed off shotgun
I got a lot of Water son

Everyone packs a gun
Who can’t scrap done
With strung
Hit the rung the bell
I dwell inside the ride so well I died
I paraglide past the bonafide
Hold your side down
Gotta clown a lounge with the brown eye
Round it to die
In the town I get high with the sound you ask why
I found it’s tied up
Roundup stride past the pound up
Click the thick in the vehicle
I steel pull it
Wield it wool fit the shield
With the feeling
Revealing what sealing up
Wheeling and dealing
I got a healing method
I set with it to check it
First we wreck it
Entrance the exhibit
The limit was ten digits
I’m frigid cold
Out the mold
I sold Gold and Platinum Chains
I light brains

An esoteric knowledge
Of rippin’ off the product from the top down
The product Is Rocked up Cocaine
I like the lane it makes
Make no mistakes
Your soul aches when you miss it slice the kitchen knife in missin’ persons
People disappear clear from the went in to sent in the adventure
I bent more and tore facts that explored maps on Soldier with the caps
I got it rolled your facts to scold for the dap
To unfold I hold it
The weapon
I step in
Clever lever with the left end
I bet then
You don’t have a chance in the dance hall
From wall to wall I brawl
I shot it all
I taught the tall sack of follow me and see
I tight this here Tree Ganja Weed Herb
I like it breed the type stitch up with the cinch the reduction you heard?
We bust in
Get all the ends and then tend to split right quick
I can’t handle your shit you like a little kid in the spread
Fold your dead up
I knew you got the lead tucked
You get bucked back at
You got static
I got magic

We seen the noodles
Get the culture like a Vulture
I Hawk on the bong rips with tight grips on the burritos the best
Ones they make I like a restaurant that take you into the space
Of tastebud sensation I feel on the Ganja leaf revelation
I went on vacation for years
Working fears out the steering column
I solemn
I ball men crawl
All I shot stop to the top
I scrawl graffiti
I top Tahiti
I box Bikinis
I rock a little seen me?
I in a dream be
Lookin’ for cream
For the team I ice gleam
Clock the unseen
Hype for the mind eye with the Trees people are gun shy
I rock rye back on the fly
I inside ride the noodles
Who do this?
Light the fist
Mic up the twist
Right wrongs and with the tight strong
I list the flight gone
I just missed getting dissed
By plant blood
In the sand with soap suds
Blood shed was real
Yo! And that’s the steel you need real blood

The Supreme Court
Hit you with bomb threats
They fucked with Sex
Inspected the left end made it dead
Headed it to red in the fit to slip up
People are out of luck to get a stuck one
And buck from the numb
Donald Trump wants you to succumb to White Power
It’s the White Power hour of towering!
All flowering Ganja
Leads me to calm breeze
In this tight diseased country
I find lunchmeat comforts me
I soul food feed
Feel the Real American Cheese
I be the type to mic up and speed the dice gone so long
I hit a type strong
I’m psychic in the zone
I call you up on the phone and blown
All over I sold Soldier to go colder further
On the turn you learn
Will you burn forever?
No one can measure

I’m crazy
I hit the DMT pipe till I phase be out of rays
To graze I fed hay grass cold class cutiin’ shuttin’ up punks never frontin’ on junk
I slam dunk the class Soldier fast to cold store in the rash I ass a task out
For gun route you heard about word of mouth come from down South
I lean on the couch and skip a mouth servin’ scream and shout murder gleam
In the cream it seem all human being be G in the scene I triple team on light beam
Sun brighten me and I sing I take wing to flight I light up the cement pipe
I run a mic from the psych ward toward the sword you cored and quartered
I sorted through the brew to stew who knew?
Blew that slew that drew back all rude of you the gun clap to serve further map
That bled heard of stat that red I got dead head I medical and credit full of money
Nothing funny with gun heat it run sweet out the barrel lifting all apparel
Jacking the whole sack thing for racking at the store stealing revealing galore
This feeling I’m sealing in begin to spin the real thing I King with the easy ring
The cheese I drink stink and make you sick suck my dick bitch my mic about to twitch


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (07/19/23 10:47 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860433 - 07/20/23 03:15 PM (7 months, 25 days ago)

Out the G wrecks
A G flex
The G techniques
A dead man crept in complete G check them
I set when I protection come from the dissection
The connection with ass wrecks then
I bet them a mil I still kill at will until
I type to ill bust with pipe
My rhymes chill like ice
I willin’ to dice up
The twice cut
Seen enough beam what’s rough up
The stuff struck me a G
That’s when I cuff up
Get your next shut out
Best of luck to run down
Through the lounge lizard
Explicit risk injury to dis what is this been to be?
I kin to freeze frozen shows clones with the toes wet
My shit infect I wreck destroy toy
I been a boy to man plan to decoy in hand command
That’s when I land
And damn they all say
Sway in the Universe
The Universal curse of what works
My spot jerks you
To hurt crew

Top shelf health
You bet it you wet it
10,000 herbs get it working
No thing under thing hidden
The sit intend the meditate
I straight date it
With the plate I never faded
I stated
The innovation
I Set creation
I change station
To chill
People play bad music
My dues paid
I ray the blade with staying power
All hours of day and night I light
Eye bright insight
I take flight and write
I mix the fight with Meditation
I stay vacationing
My makeshift spring
With haste flips Wing
I Sing
I might bring a Exit
Check this with wreck hits
The Tech bit
Right in to tighten
Always someone gets frightened when
I might intend to end
The recommended blends I choose
To fuse with Sun
I begun to Rung the bell backwards
I bought a sack of Birds

I light up to bright up
Sky hook
Shook the look of faces
Mikey Neides hooked
I shook up the place
It takes place
Squad my Ace
On murder case
Flipped it freebase
Tipped it
The Wing in the thing
Mike Sting
Type I bring
I’m Mike on the Mic singing hype bring
The type to take flight
At the drop off the heights
I write to lose sight of the hinge
On fringe I singe carefully make incision
In prison I have vision
I split decision
To get the live in the space
Flipped it like race
Tipped it into space
I rip shit up
Fit the truck waste the bitch gone tucked one
From the city
Nitty gritty to take pity
Flow a buck fifty
In a jiffy I lift heat
Extreme within reach
I seek the seating
Drop reheating a sweet potion
I shift like the ocean


We Crisp Up
The home Produce Section
I chewed Vegetation
I set the brains been late
I switched fate from dish to plate
Since it’s weight we skate
My sacks always weigh
From night until day
I fade into Sunset
The Sun bet I rung jet
Hung Techs on walls follows all Gods hollow
Swallow the hock up the glob
I stop up the job
Rock shit to the toggle the switch
Rich in the mix I crisp veggies
I said fruity please
I ease into cut with strut
I must run amok I struck
Such and such in the cut they front
No one wants to cook
So I took a cooking class
Then another then another
I brother of man with fan I understand
Underhand tactic
Rap twitch and back flip
Slight the stitch
I right to crisp up
My lip tucked in my teeth challenge beef
WIth valiant is relief
The produce I show deuce on the street
And eat up all the competition on a mission complete

Cancer can’t create a creature that reach for it
Seat torn in to begin with
Slight this dish
Height did slip past the clip
Shot off the rock solid
Rock cost a lot of dollars
We the Herb scholars
We hit up hollers
Wall to wallers
I got a lot of followers
I swallow up more drugs
With thugs rolled in rugs
Split the plugs
Get the lug the breath dug
The trench with stench
Hit the wrench
Of defense intense
Herbal blends
I hit the Ganja sends the vibe I’m on one
I tend to split phone cold chrome
Slit in the dome
Bit known ones
Guns from it to plug hit
Rip the rope shit with dope trip
The coat mix with the fix
I light it lit
Insight within been tight
I seal it right with the flex
Release checks
Service for the specs
All they make it next

The Good Earth
For what it’s worth
Got a lot of thirst
I hit up a starburst
I first in line with prime
I avoid drugs and hide behind Ganja blind
Herbs are what I churned
I burned it to tourniquet
Soldier fold your files and quit
Lighting up some shit
Called Earth Medicine
My letter better than grade A
Rhymes grade slope the time is crime
Circular grime
I Circulate Chi
Hype is the tight shit to roll free I bite hits
Off the Reefer G
I might just get in tight with the connect
I inspect reflect collect the check
Soldier bet on sweat to Tech 9
I practice the mind style to back this in single file I rap hits
I max crisp got the lack split
Tight shit we in
Psychopath to begin
Hit the mic with my wrath
Soul children
I drill them
They get killed in it
The battle hit Soldier Casualty
Gradually you become numb
To the Gunfire
All service this to retire with Fist

Got a caffeine buzz
What it was I flip the drugs
Such as that cut right back
Murder attack in the serve cold fact
Rough up told they hack
And suck as much as they caught flack
Run it back from the back
Soldier lack Gold and it’s a trap I sold
Wallet folded call it bold truck rip rope soap
Slippery thick this C with Ice T I dice up G
Cut twice hit up mics nice with the disease
I curve on cheese and breeze
I love getting high and leave this crank behind
One day I get my favorite ray
Ganja play with that
Variety pack
I got jack to sold Crack
Solid as max
Ball it intact I sack up the straps cut the black shut the back
Stuck in the maximum security
I fluid fear no G
I do it I screw it right in
To begin I sting with the wingtip
I’m on a trip with tight money don’t sip
Guzzle G I like a Water free hide the mind
I blind a fat cat got the gat
And I signed realigned raps that intact
With the axe I tracks slap up
From the lack of cut
You need Psilocybin done

In the search for the Golden Bell
We all dwell inside the mind
Hitch a ride on a Psychedelic
Or Gel it with some Ganja relevant
The bomber
Onslaught
Thought after the master string struck with venom
No end in sight with might
I represent fright
I insight to excite back bite with the good night sleep
Sharpen your teeth on the beef
All Reefer left rodent deceased by the scrotum
All get heat botched shot explode when the dot
Come through on the spot with crew
I light this to do what might hitch the ride inside the mind
Relax rewind back to days of straps and max
The black is fact relapse with traps psycho gone Platinum
With the wax spun ring the bell intelligent
You could tell with the fist this mic is crisp
I recite the dis track
Coming back with slack to rap
I jack facts in sacks of Green might roll this dream
Strain way in the days with decay on further display
Ganja rings a great Golden Bell you say
You could sell it easy to anyone who freeze buns bake
Rake the take on it ache I Soldier earthquake fold you
Take a hold and it’s true
You could turn Blue
Diet try to flight fit the riot excite the quiet
Might light in the hide this bent then indent I spent
Went through the entrance and sent this
Invention of the black lesson tax through profession
Stop guessin’

The ring finger might sing your
Squeak diamond freak in spread sheet
Dusted sweet sifted sugar
Bleep there goes murder
Sheep on the first of the month
Go pack a lunch
I got a hunch I in a bunch of oats
From overdose on too much
I such and such so I bust
I dust it
You can trust it
I rhyme plus kick ass
Why I’m fin to master that ass further
On the burner all I churn out is the type that turn down
Frowns on fools around I serve crews with pounds and blows
KOs!
I froze a flow’s show with it to roll seven digit
I get the inhibited bitch you bread soaked the lead smoke
In the indigenous red zone to clone I fidget prone
I like to get stoned and kick it and clone pot plants
I do a dance and romance I get it lanced
In France they love my hands and rub my glands
I surface brands that I understand sell well I gel an L
I hell of a bell I melon ripe harvest bust
The farthest
You can’t trust
I lust after the funds
And go with guns
Under tons of sweetness dripping down to the feet with it

Rise!
I bring knives up the cut
Out of place with guns you waste the taste
Murder takes place in further haste
Fully bullet ridden no need and speed then
Methamphetamine I cream and Soldier team yo
Word I bring blurred birds on Water
Score your War torn
I born in War so I score
I been up to tore a fool off
I Soldier core as raw
I love a Soldier par
A Soldier del mar
Meaning from the ocean
I got a potion to serve for folks in it to win it
I serve begin it with the digits so frigid
Cold it gets old to sold a soul
I fueled by coal and I roll
I got a death toll that keeps climbing
I’m designing the unwinding
I timing the cut the diamond in mics rhyming
I bust the knives and I said I bled intend to end it there
You a player?  You Soldier as mayor
I got a stay there and fade with the gear
All I hear is gunshots
I been told plots for shot up
I got the product and Glock shut
The topic don’t stop it



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (07/22/23 09:30 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860444 - 07/22/23 11:50 AM (7 months, 23 days ago)

I get it live with the death
Cream and after a rest I take it up suggest
Funky Fresh
Servin' steps to take Techs make break
Hate to saw it skate law as date
Fade it
Bladed
They hate it I cremated
At the cemetery it gets scary at night
I fight at night
I insight into violence
General
I’m Federal
I bled fully
I wool heat the spun complete the ton
Of beat on the one
I drop it and pop it
Nonstop trip the pot I smoke is thick
Choke on loc on I broke dawn
I choke gone
Nodded out and shout about route
I got the clout that murder is all about
I serve a bout with death
Leapt up crept up
Sold my should and fed tucked ones
I bake buns
For fun I don’t run
I light a fool up and cash rule it’s in the cut

I kept in step with the Death
Like a Jet Aircraft
I take off and land
Burn fuel I mule drugs across for the boss
I like to floss
I toss the fight thing I right wing
I might sing I tight bring the highs
Being a Sativa Head is the move to groove with
Sit on a stool sit I rule the click
I master thick like plaster
To disaster mash and boogie
I took heat and kneaded a fresh bread recipe
I set through keys of lens
Manufactured with blast furnace
My raps thermos
I turn this cut
I don’t want to hurt no one
Bake your own buns
Live service for thugs to recline Jet Airplanes
In the lanes staring at claims
I’m wearing the gear for aims to steer clear
I fear no one
I rear gun for the Sun I come from a ton of clock shut Ganja talk but
The raw stalk is rare I care about others
So I wish the phat sacks for brothas and sistas
Grow Ganja hand over Fist for the Bomber Jet Airplane
We smoke the intense
And hit balls over the fence
The Dragon commence

The dragonflies are out
In full force
Dragons horse the wagon
Remorse for saggin’ pants
A answer from master
Backs bitch up
And shanks fools in the cut
Murder what?
I serve a slut a cut above
These raps rub backwards
A sack of Ganja further
The burner like Turner
I murmur I burned brah
I turned slow and got a little Gold and Platinum
HAHA!  I got stacks of Sun
I don’t run from
I got the gun
I gun down from the Crown
All those around who pound click
Lightning and it’s sick
Frightening the fit
Is tightening
I’m on a trip
Ever since I tried Psilocybin
Water Ordered more of it to scorch the limit
It’s simple this life
I frigid raps on ice
The minimal roll the dice
It’s criminal folded over twice
I just kick back
Receive a flipped hat
I never deceive
Smoke the Ganja Weed

I want to be known as the snowman
I’m the ice head with twice dreadlocked
I stalk a pot plant a lot
I’m tired of getting shot at when I got bomb rap
I scored a tack
There
Beware of the snowman
Smokin’ chips of crack
Folded a sack twice I roll the dice once then
I front ten mil
I skill
I peel back caps
Already
Soldiers flow steady hit the head heat
Dead sweet come complete
With the box
Loaded Glocks talk the walks
I caught a gun so much I don’t pack one
I stack a ton
I from the Sun
Snow called blow
Ice is meth
Related Adrenaline Death Chemical
It’s relative for Federal Crime
I unwind on Snow
Chips to smoke cost a grip
I serviced flip and learned real quick
I got the Ice and lit the Ganja twice
Plus I was a Ganja Farmer
But small time
We need to expand operations someone needs to learn to rhyme

I’m a Buddhist
The Witnesses shunned me for enlightenment on a tight money tip
I know when to bow
And when to bow three times
I lock lines
Buddha could stomach my
Cut throat of India got seizures in freezers with heat blurs
Wool to bullets worth of dirt
On the Buddha we come back and come right through yah
I’m from the Order got it on tape recorder
I sort of Christian still
I’m a good Christian will
Bust like a power drill
With the rifle get ill
I study enlightenment
I’m a Giant
Defiant of all the appliance
I reached the alliance with the silencer
I while in it’s word for murder
All I serve is a hamburger you get learned cuz
I give back rubs
Club the thugs up
I drug snuff out the route with gun in the mouth
I want to move down South to Texas
Where everything’s bigger
Texas is a State in the USA
We Make America Great Again
I’m on the side and Alien

They got free lit
Of the Buddhist trip
Down the block at the Thai Restaurant
I lit up Buddha Glocked
A mind server
I learned to listen to music
Coming down from shrooms I choose it
To smooth pick shrooms from the Wild
I first smiled coming down around listening to Hendrix all I found
Is Psychedelic Distortion
I got more spin to sin with
I eat a dinner plate fill you with hate
And Malice you Callous
Around the block lit the Charras a little Rock
I rock hardest the farthest from the Sun
I stun all rappers
Become I master all other opponents
I in the Zone stitch up with the phone
Kids try to clone my style
They jelly leg and rank and file
I got them on speed dial
I wild style
I child smoking Ganja
I long to front on the wrong head I bid
Murder skidded out and slid down your mouth

All in blades blade fighter nine
Relax rewind the tracks
Bitch caught a stomach and an axe
I collect taxes from the back slid
Stifle the hit with muffled screams in dreams they bled
Murder intended
Defenseless
Crews get wrenched out with screws
I can’t lose or get touched even
I start bleeding
Loss of life receding into dark
That’s when I spark
I’m Traditional raps you wanna listen to
Got Witch’s Brew of chemical
My crime is Federal still I seen the bill
They bust mic until the will come off hype
I swipe all their cash make a dash past the glass pipes
And wipe them off for the register
They all bent and blurred
Murder occurred with the blade
Wu Tang gets slayed played and stayed lit
All server through that shit
Get yourself an LSD hit and quit
I rifle the skit out the bit rhymes
Murderer I’ve been burnin’ yah
Since you turned on sides
You can’t hold it down with the Mike Neides

Contacting on Water again
In Waterville with the Water Lens
I won’t eat a OZ of shrooms again
I move at ten speed bicycle
I mic I pull
I want a sheet of this LSD cold called
All the wall flipped skidded I tripped did it indeed
Try other trips
License through thick and thin
I like a light trip now
Don’t have a cow about the OZ
It scares the shit out of me too
Get locked in the room and murdered
All these raps you hear of
This is the style they all want to profile
I hit the tile in the bathroom floor
Down on all fours
Praying to make it through the peak without dying
I’m trying to write bullets
I come through the fullest
With rule fists and tool kits like I slew and drips blood from the neck
Further inspect the Soldier colder than me
I licensed with the Ganja Trees
I mic up on skis
Disease free
Pretty Much
I seen as such
I love a Sativa High I trip even when I’m dry
Smokin’ the line no joke and I been high for six years
Plus a bunch of part time
I’m more than part rhyme
I’m the Master Entertainer

I know a lady who drove me crazy
With her Haze, Ice and Purple Haze Device
I got a nice cut on a girlfriend
I ended my life with a knife last I tried suicide
I ride inside the vehicle
Steal wheels off another vehicle that peels out
Thunder
What all you thought of wonder
I get swept under the rug
Like a drug
I keep coming back
Like rap
I settle intake murder in the blackness
The wackness was a step away from the Sun Ray
I heard of a murder gone down round the small farm town
I said, Watch Out Now!
All they knew how was a thug
Everyone plug up one and stub a toe on some furniture
In the World these people dwell in you could tell in
Corn Rows flows for chosen bros then
I rose when my stone skid off the bone I just hit
Upstairs at the meth pad
I roll joints, smoke everyone out on point
Everyone loves me
I run the scene with speed
Methamphetamine
This chick kept offering me a free hit of meth
I finally smoked one, it didn’t do anything
I bought a sniffed a half gram
Wings until the Sun the next day I jam
I grill with the program the show slam yo
Physical get you pull

I want to live a Shamanic Existence
On a self sufficient small organic farm
I grow my own food
I grow my own medicine
I have a close relationship with Earth
We don’t burst guns
Everyone lives the village life
No crime
Clean Water
Delicious fresh produce
I slow deuce up the truck coming
I sum in the done deal
The wheels skidded
He was looking for medicine
I said I’ll let you in
We took a Psychedelic for a spin that night
By a nice big fire
He hit higher than die your slid to cry for
I mind more in charge like cargo on the ship
For seen it trip the ski flow lift the disease rolled crisp
We seen disease cured all flourished
I born to rinse since I was in the current
Many folks murdered the hit
City life
I don’t trust that knife, rusty blade
I made the grade and slayed MCs!
What a disease!
Now I make phone calls that freeze
Drop down on both knees
Top one I might Sun and float some some Herb and leave the Old World Behind
Trip cures the blind I press rewind and sealed and signed

Flip through file folders
On roll yours
Got both oars in the Water
I’m on Water
I oughta stop writing and say good night but I’m pulling a night mission
All night long poetry with the flow so you know it’s me
The guy with the good Tai Chi
That works
People’s heads jerk when they see me practice
It’s hard to break like matchsticks you can break limbs or sever heads
People living half dead
With no Psychedelic Medicine
I like Cannabis, a Veteran
I cured my PTSD better than
Any other therapy can
I think I have it fully cured
I sit in the fewer lure to drip do your trip up
I nip tuck around the corner
A foreigner is sweating me about Tai Chi
I light up the stop and see what pop you freeze
I dot you and you sneeze blood and die
No way to live why I
Practice Tai Chi
I like to ski pole
I’m about to ring the phone again
I got a Platinum Lens
Drinking Water I intend to Trip and come off the dip in the Medicine



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860449 - 07/24/23 05:13 AM (7 months, 21 days ago)

Enhance your practice with herbs
You need to learn
I like to burn one
A joint not a gun
For fun I run a game down to take it to town
Release the herbs now
I can feel them how I wield one weapon
I kept in check all the bastards
Who want to match murders
I curve further than word up
I hit a duck off the loft high
Sold and cost dry
I wet the eye
I bullet fed in sly
I can’t cry
It suits me just fine
I drink a wine and swallow a dime
A got the shine and cold crime for the blind
To catch a sign
I design the death trip
They flex dip in the Lex equipped
To rip I on a burner now
It’s wonderful how I power up to search and lead the church
I heard of it first then dug it to drug it
I like Cannabis a lot
I grew up smoking it
And practiced my first swords that won the awards using Ganja
I pour more bomber on yah
And relax on the grass watching clouds
You need to clock Pounds and Pounds

Crews came with the meth vibe fixed tribe inscribed with death
What a trip!
Imagine all the Ganja they need a dream on the double with the lean
On Cream to serve a fiend I like to see everyone on the team
I clock the scene in the bikini they seen me never flee but root like a tree
I clock a fee?  Hell no, life is for free!
I knock a knee?  Hell no, I never scared I faired fine on the Gangster rewind
I got the time
It’s all the time you want the Ganja smoke it kind
The bomb was the on one to sign deal signed delivered
And you forgiven
You was on meth and killed little children how they bill them
The crystal led to pistols drawn and gun heat long
Now you hit the bong like smog choke on it roll in thick fog
I prescribe Water to order for your tape recorder to sort it through
All likeness of this blew up with diamonds to adjust you must learn Tai Chi
Answer me!  Do you want cancer and disease?  Do want to master violence?
And get the big cheese wheels deals were made to guns that were sprayed on meth
Let’s trip in step on some real Psychedelic!

I’m sealing off the dead
Peeling your head back
To release tracks first third of the traps that set sprung
On the gun you come from you Soldier weigh a ton
I license stun the gun I sum up the parts
I know all about martial arts and shot hearts through the center
I enter the adventure with spent more coin
Boy and man entrance exam and for woman and girl
Everyone human in the World
Must uncurl unfurl and extend expand release at least and
Show up to throw up on the Psychedelic brew
Some lead you in two split like a Y
I got high so much I dry eye and my eye never shuts
I see in cuts and stabs murder grabs you by the tag
On your head price advice is to have the dice rolled controlled
I poled out all the answers route the cancer to advanced blur
The hands on your self was hell I bet
I no sweat it
I set it and forget it
I headed tracks so hardcore I seen War like no other
I shown the Mother Goddess
I’m a rap artist
Shaman givin’ it the game crept up to step up to you and introduce

I can see a spiraling vortex
Natural visuals caught on Water Fast before and after last time I rhyme
I find it I mind hit the sign flipped
The dime skipped
The diamond brilliant
I skill in it to will a little different than your average tripper
I cold dip your weapons in blood
To serve thug through the mud
Thick swamp
Jungle I stomp with the troublesome ones
I flip their guns and relax Suns off high strung
I release a ton of weight
Trust in Water date you’re caught up in hate crime
Get the bait and find you relate with hate in your mind
I unwind unwound comin’ down through town to skip and trip
All I do is trip I took more than a little sip
Kids can’t handle it
The old gray ones back with some gray old wisdom
I bid high and caught a fly which is to recover find the jewel
People don’t pack any tools!
The foolish ones need guns
I got black guns and relax Suns
I murder from it with a ton hit to release a full clip
Suckas get ripped
I been through this trip so many times
Why I fly minds in Tai Chi
A meditative release from guns and violence

Crackheads deserve respect to wreck the Mac 10s
All friends get those ends
Checks at the first of the month
Will blur once the rock inhaled into the lungs
I brung drugs Soldiers kill thugs
I release the plugs to snub love on the track
Comes right back with Soldier’s Max
I whack create tax to flow black lightning
It’s frightening when a crackhead tightening the screws
On these brews you can’t lose
I flow fluid to do it to it
Rip right through trips
And fools dip down low
A savage with the advantage I pack baggage slow
And manage damage on the ran fled crews that damn well bled true
Through this clueless the shoe fits
I run the game will in shame my crew itch in the flame
What’s my name?

We grow the hydroponic Ganja
That pipes long around here
To steer funny you need to blaze for fun G
I rap a ton see
Be hittin’ without money
Milk
Bust you ill
I fill a drill backwards
With sacks heard?
My stack blurred the max with acts served
I’m a blackbird
My raps heard out the 33rd
I inspect moons
Tombs you sleep through this you geek
I got a white sheet that rhyme complete
I tight each one with a gun
I Sun from the lungs you bet no sweat
I jet
Rock out the Glock saw a talk decline number 9
I bust a rhyme at the drop of a hat
With the gat
Soldier cause it’s like that
I scatter atoms
And track back to sacks ten bucks wasn’t enough
You gotta go get rough
Get high all the time in the mind
I put my money on Ganja diamonds
I recline spin while I slid right through I’m kin

Momma doesn’t think I should take a low dose of LSD
So I told Momma, I got a high dose mushroom dream
Things weren’t as clear as they seem
But Momma doesn’t think I should take a low dose of LSD

I’m used to moving the stuffing
Roughing it up with the handcuffs
I bluffing
I such thing as weird
Beard in the shave behave strange
On the range I’m home all alone
I shot a hit over the phone to get sick making Ganja clones suck my dick
I write this written
I got a kitten spayed I played back the rhythm
To give em what I give em I imprison the leader
Of the two seater with a fleet of cars that jars install it
I bust a wallet fat ball right back in the act
I smack a bitch up to hit truck sideways
I slide grays with As I plays disease frays blades get pulled
Full of shit bitches can’t handle edges
They freak I run through fleet with the GP
I lightning on trees I excite the smokestack
I caught flack for being master
Thank You I hasta tank force your crew
I just drew a lucky card
Sing like I’m a bard Soldier scarred
I hardcore
No one can handle War
I vandal tore the room
Spoon lyrics like dope hear this
I wrote this for the cops
Shed tears quick and it don’t stop
Everyone gets popped

Weak Trip!
I busted lips and flipped a grip of hipness
My rich kids think I sink in
But I stink when I drink then
I ink man up to plan rough and tough
I scuff a truck rope up
I duck behind a slope with one tucked
I broke a joke up
The loc but I strut so tough
I huff and puff I fold your upper hand as planned
I’m the man who understands the lands
And how I jam is I slam
I command hands played stayed Ray of Sun blade
In this fade with the made stacks folded cracks
I swim laps
I jacks a fool before it looks cool
Sit on a stool
I pool up tears rear ends get sended sent
I’m bent I invent the rent’s paid
I slayed a eighth I take the OZ
Of shrooms fools flee
I lightning G on drugs exciting the right wing up to speed
I hit a lot of bleed seed with recede I feed
I Tree grow around ring slow I blow
I need head to toe glow for po’ folks to smoke no joke
I choke it up to struck something front
On what you want I stunt a ball perhaps take a fall
I nothing as the shit I sit back
And kick rhyme rap

Herb Teas
With Chinese Medicine I skis
Variety with the highs to breeze fly by read
The manual try to handle a candle blew out
Shout a route they doubt
But I come with murder route I shout
I found a brand I stand by
Try to get high but they can’t they haven’t tried
I mind
On sword record forward and backward
My sack blurred I jack recurred
The max security prison I live in
You forgivin’ for not dealing rhythm
The Chinese want you to give in to Communism
And float on herbal wisdom
I stick send invent the intention with the feds I retain
I explain how clock got shocked by time that displayed
I talk a lot about blades
I crazed from practice you can’t match this
I hit a hat trick
Rhymes get lit
I soak and sit in the smoke I flip
I trip yo
Dip slow
Everyone needs the Ganja grow
Just like I said before
Herbal trips I might just equip you with a ton of steel
Herbs can get you real peel with the feeling spread
Just like the Gods intend
I been on sex trip and make the Tech flip
Lightning when I’m ripped I grip a tight thing
Heights they call me King


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (07/25/23 03:33 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860461 - 07/25/23 04:27 PM (7 months, 20 days ago)

We gonna get Treed Out
Sativa on the read out display
Mics made of hay I like this type We Ripe
For swipe of the card scarred by the disbarred
They jarred on Meth
Or something they fronting death
If it isn’t one thing it’s another
My love of Sativa to grow trees through the breeze blew
I kick back extreme on the team
Syndicate I be flippin’ shit
Order of the Dragon I taggin’ on walls scrawls
I brawls up a punk
I don’t ever flow whatever I do I stunt together
I never punt the ball
OG forty four
I tore through crews I excite who is who
Of the job I clobber a slob whose job turned them out
I got all the weapons stout with check in
I section 8
Skate lately I bait and switch G offa flee
They need Ganja Tree extreme
Still a sucka ass beam
I liken to cream all height reach extreme
It’s just what gleam I might rein right
I bleed in the type
Of speed I seen the heights
Of deeds done in polite policy
It’s a wall of Trees Ganja Weed
I watch Sativa Grows and it shows
I want to sniff a lot of Blow Cocaine Nose Candy
I’m handy

I’m going Faster on Water
A Mushroom Cloud Master I flowin’ after I roll
I don’t really roll cold I sold it you told hits are a trip
I fold it I told kids to split I did it lit
In the invention at the center before mentioned
I bent in the trip flip a tight grip
I sight a juice lick
Off deuce hit
Rhyme thick cash sipped ash and stick
With the knit I got bit real rock I stock barrel
Apparel all wear glow with wherewithal I draw back
A sack intact I packed a lot of different gats so I scatter like atoms
The badder been the explosion to the undertow frozen in the Ocean
I hit the potion or I boast in the tight coast and
I dice up mics throw it ice up the price for twice
Can’t stand that I been handed the device
I landed branded the iron with the siren on
I wired till dawn I’m on
I hit a bong as soon as they gone
I prolong a strong song
I’m a flight risk with tight twist
You bite this I write this polite it’s
The Mushroom Cloud Master
Of all last your explosion
I was chosen to rip flows and dip with the tight OZ
My Dad used Peyote in the 1950s
My Mom dropped LSD in the 1960s
I learned to light trees with mushroom Ps
The P makes the explosion

As Water progresses
I must confess I was bad
And had Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner
I begin never I ended to sever head
Or gunshot to the head
Now they dead
No more edit on credit I said it
My head hit the pillow so chill slow I billow
I will bro and sis to totally dis but they can’t
I’m a giant
I’ve tried it
Everything
But only the Syndicate Sing
I ring a Wing off
The boss lost I awestruck by the buck stops here
I have no fear
I earring with the necklace, bracelet, watch and tattoos on me
All I need is a bong hit of Weed Ganja Tree
I’m tight indeed
If I wasn’t crippled I’d eat an OZ
I picked quite a bit in the Pacific Northwest USA
Shrooms
Lit up rooms chill and play tunes
I love music
I judge the crew hit by the harmonic
I vomit when I see the wrong G
I seen that shit already
I flow steady

Show your Kilo of Crack to Nancy Reagan
She tried to act like she didn’t smoke crack
But she lit it up in the back
You could Mac to Nancy and still fancy Crack and bleed
Indeed she even likes Weed and Methamphetamine
A Soldier’s dream was Nancy
After she cancelled drug class for your ass
She lit up the glass pipe
Servin’ hype all split dyke
For the mic
I twist up the bitch slut was nasty
Right past pay heed to seed spread or you dead
Once again
A pistol shot to the head
Nancy was at my Wedding
Forgetting we got high and setting in the Sun the Ganja Dried
I hum a song off the slew crew so on the drew one gun like a pawn
I loot shoot pollute scoot bad attitude
Very rude they say crew did it
I flew different after that forgiven in the act
I unfolded the map
It said sold in the black was the tack
I rolled facts spread
Maximum Security Prison
I envision the live in residence for President Trump
What a dumb ass
He got served after a splash of the Cash
I hold all the Platinum
Some relax with their Sun

Condensed
Packed in
The rhymes back into the space
A living disgrace smacked my Ace up
Leave the place shut for the waste cut
I shake butts
Fuck shit up on the mic cluck and inside I ride
I died on a cross to toss venom still I send em in
I win taught the lesson and proceeded to end violence
Of all types on all stripes the cuts ass wipes
For the hypes I rock shut cut it twice
I’m nice with knives
I ruin lives I thrives on dives and diners and drive throughs
I pack brews?  Never that but I clever max
I relax perhaps I stacks
I maximum bitch back she want it to gun up
I seen a truck speeding off
They accost all the lost with the floss
I reach for sauce
I shot a boss in the plate for servin’ date
Torture
I scorch Earth under enemy
They act friendly but intend to do evil deeds
I like to some bleed on the microphone
Raps born to zone
They slit the bone up
They shown up on radar
Still I live a pay and fade yards
Blade with the decay
Say in sayin’
No delay end the day

I like an herb called Ganja
Some disturbed by my bomber
I bomb on some
Till sun come up done
I don’t run up
I seen them stuck pigs
With leaded legs they headed spreads
The feds don’t like Ganja
I seen a long stare from the beware of dog fog
I licensed a cog in the machine of Mean Green
Grind some up to smoke with the team
We all players
Everyone rhymes layer cake
They made a mistake to raid the Ganja plantation
They got killed on a vacation song
I hit a bong so much I stay in touch
I don’t rush here
I chill in the rear like I hype it I ripen up
I twice with the shutout
I run down I hit the town
A lot of Ganja now is the how the song is sung
By almost everyone under the gun
From Meth they run from
I seen a lung turn red and dead that
Soldier fat cat with the dead cat
I run the black game
With aim on Ganja I maintain
The Water soften
I cough and lit the namesake strain of Jack
I make it come right back
Psilocybin made me die in the Platinum Eye
Now I’m Fasting cry the tear everlasting with the stash in

I alter the aphrodisiac
Made it run cat run
From the Gun some women want to hug and kiss
Like this
I write it crisp with the drugs in my fist
I liken to exist on a twist with the right woman right insight on flight
I took a bite of the all night and hit up leathers
For treasure I tickled with feather
I knew a girl named Heather who sold me Methamphetamine
I like this to scream over cream when I almost died on the ride
I slide until I chill then thrill
For ill I will until a girl I want to drill
I kill for fill
Aphrodisiac some seen it in the sack both ways with plays
The same light light up the days
And rained out of class
Soldier Fast
Rollin’ Grass Ganja on the one I smoke a ton
I love to eat Sun Sweet
Ripen at my feet
Times I greet my teacher
Take a seat you look worn out
Soldier on route with the fountain of love
Like a glove I rub a dub to scrub
All brains flame up when I hit the name up
Aztec
You need a flash check
I rhyme and inspect the crime criminal
Minimal damage at first but for love I thirst

I smoked a puff of Ganja
Fell out and died right on the long air
I wrote bare to dare
I dropped stopped and shocked
What’s my grade?
A
Play a sayer for slayer I hit the lair
I fade there to stay in the way there
I made man made player
I’m the mayor of rap
Better yet the President
My residence left shelf space
For you to delve into Ace
Case the place
I hit a freebase hit
But Ganja was my shit
I quote myself thick
I broke myself
With wealth I spit
No program get hit with the show slam
My flows jam
All around I took another toke hit the ground
How that sound?
I got them pounds now
I been skating how?
No ice I roller blade nice
I sold your Grade A
The way it’s meant to be player
So stay there
Don’t move until you sooth a groove
With the Ganja move
We all groove

I almost got shot
Doing a plot
I rot in caught
The taught are lost
I got off
To toss the boss
No loss
I Soldier cost high
Dry eye in the wonder why my mind made
I slayed every different way
Every day
I decay
Stay sprayed
I hate
Hits from shit lit so quick
I light it thick
My rights to program go back to the jam sessions
On guitar and keys, harmonica sneeze bomb and yah
Stay calm so flow on with bong
I strong Herb Ganja word I’m on yah bird
I chirp heard of lurk
In the shadows
Creep now slow a peep
From the GP
You reap what you sew
I sniff Blow
Release Gold
I hit an LSD sugar cube
I busted nude
Jogging
Almost got a flogging
But I saw the thing ring
Lived and became King


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860467 - 07/26/23 07:03 AM (7 months, 19 days ago)

I remember the taste of all the drugs I’ve eaten
All the Ganja I’ve toked smokin’ chokin’
In the drug game I flame upwards
I caught two rough birds
Now all I hear is chirps
I lurks in the shadows
Waiting for the gat slow as stayed played Techs glow in the raid
I made a playbook for took shook
I hook a fool on the uncool go to school
Fools in substance abuse
Noose around the neck
Collect loot and inject the section
In detention I retain all my brain in the shade
I played a Sun Ray till one day the Sun burned out and gun spray
No delay I decay in the mist
Wrote this crisp on Water flipped
I oughta get high again
Really man
Chilly in the AM
Till PM
I see men flee then
Ten after three spend
A buck on some mushrooms
I’m gonna taste I hit flashback laced
With head crack bleed and red rap
Seed the blood in the mud
With cut like cocaine
I roll down memory lane
In my brain
And body
In some hot heat

I like a J
You can taste the Pot you got
You get the cherry hot hotbox
No Rocks or caught Meth
No step
Just the Ganja crept up and you slept tucked in
Feel the peaceful tranquil release fill
The place ill with drugs
For thugs
A mugshot
Give it all you got
You got raw stocked
Buffed off the yoke joke and on you got caught
I like a bong
But a J you can really taste the pot
We got rolling papers for capers steady
A!  Order a pizza get the vegetarian
I scary then
Eating flesh and protest the medicine
I better than that
I don’t pack a gat
So I Soldier flat in the reaction chamber
I maim there
With flame I scare kids with shivs
I release bids flip the lids
See MCs skid and crash
I dash past the cams
So they can’t see who I am
Breathe through the slam
Prison within the system
I seen the vision
I made decision
To smoke a J again one day
Taste the taste
Smoke Tropical and all the chalk full of the backwards rub martial dub
With awareness I scare little kids and adults
They go pop and it’s all my fault I martial in the section not partial
Get a heart full of soul

All I see is birds
All I hear are gunshots
Up in the bird spot
Meth makes the gun shots
I think not
When I think meth again
Too hot and too dead
Red zone with the laced bones
I hit it prone to show someone love
I think not with the glove on links
Show strong in clinks
I need Ganja Medicine
To sweep my head clean again
From all the lead and metal
A boiling hot kettle
I fired them up to settle who struck what with who what?
Who flew in the cut and shake that butt
I release a cut pure for fewer than pure into trap
In the gap you could come right back
And still I cut you slack
Ganja releases the clack and I’m on one
My name is Platinum
I trip strong so I could prolong
Life under a knife blade Sun Rays Played
A big part in darts but I pull apart a chart
Chew an OZ of shrooms
Release 18 moons on Ganja
We smoke the Bomber

Get it on
We hit the progress to the struggle
We double expert with wet work
Make the head jerk
We Martial
Impartial
Headed off by the head honcho
We bomb slow
Caught going low and blowing Cocaine
In the lane we freeze the insane
Light this brain up
So like a lame duck President
We serve one term and burn
A lot of MCs churn
I take my turn and earn Earnings
Burned Wings in
With the condition set in high heaven
Sweat the guy sendin’ the threat
You could bet he meet death
But I suggest calling it peace
For your own in the deceased the clone
For shown on the phone call
If you kill everyone you relieve a ton of weight
On society’s plate
I serve a date with hate
So I could relate I head it up to create
Inside made diamonds climb
The labels I find rewind the tables turned blind
I got designed by my own head
I bled a medic saved me like gravy
I laid in heat stayed so sweet
It’s tough to beat a hangman’s
Noose around the neck I reflect upon
Death until the Dawn from using Meth
I mow the lawn and smoke a bong from now on

Folks without a Meth Cap
Swerve and fishtail and make the S
Unstable under stress you fail
I derail all plans of Narco Gangs
Fans of the pot we flow it got
To hold it caught red handed
So what?  We branded criminals
It’s minimal what a Drug War can do
Besides ruin and shake up lives
Knives blades thrive like live on stage
Rage catch the Mikey Neides
Gunning down minds
I rock dimes and twenties
Ain’t even funny when a gun heat up
Folks was sweet they thought they could reduct
The heat struck the construct
For the bomb I plucked
Dead you Head you out of luck to struck
I chuck up a deuce and bled loose from the roots
I run a goose step to inflect
Damage left remained to be claimed like blade
I reinvigorate drugs like grenade launcher
The poncho I’ve got on makes me macho till dawn
Is how we roll on Meth
Kept the step up I leapt up to check truck jewels
Fools with the advantage cool as cabbage drool
I tool in to spin for the win that’s it
I had a beginning and now an end
I befriended Gangsters that spank kids
And shank up figures bigger than dreads
You dead on the hard drug head
You gonna die so I eye the spot higher than Pot
For Cocaine the market got hot so I park it in the spot

I have an obsession with Pot Plants
To grow up dance to rhythms
And imprisoned for my decision
I live in my cell in hell
I bell bail on failed tell tale average
I manage baggage handle crab legs
Vandal scandalize with eyes on fly is high
I might right roll reel in sight sore steal then
Wield what ten men are afraid of
Train blades but a dove
I hawk on squawk talk a megadose
Choke frozen for flows in the ice cream zone then
I wrote being striped fielding mics up to ceilings heights
The real thing is white with THC crystals
I love when the bud sticks to you
Like glue you can’t roll one true you hold gun
In your palm wax like bomb I sealed the charm
Heal all wounds through this list hiss on mushrooms
I want to try other Psychedelics
I fell from fits of night terrors
I seem to have cured them
A tear doesn’t drip I sip fluids
Do it screw it on the head
Medicine wed to pull it through the end
I blend the recommended dose come close
I broke my toes on the stub snub dub sacks
Release the backs and fronts for stunts
Once you try it you get to fly and hit
Strike it rich a cinch
Tight as clinch dice up mince
Twice cut the defense is ice but
My minds shut to Meth
I deal in death

I’ve been trill since 2002
Ice in crew left with brew in the hand
I landed big deals
To promote steel in crews
Left with the tools
I use fuel to stay cool in school
I pool resource
Left to recourse of action
That’s Action
I have to blast son
Create the cash strung out
No doubt you gone down route
We heard down South
You get a bird stuffed in your mouth
Round about
Shout out loud and hounded dog
Through thick fog in bogs
I like this job I got
I get to chill and smoke pot
I almost forgot I clock
Hardcore as a shot tore through
Gun drew on command
Go and land on the sand
Beach breach the defense
Entrance into the yard go hard
Tore it tense
Whence it came
I blow out your flame and name
Service with aim I hurt this
Light your wrist


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860480 - 07/28/23 09:46 AM (7 months, 17 days ago)

Taggin’ Walls
All brawls take place shit in your drawers
I claws and rips to trip
Caught a murder lip so flip it
Skip it hip it hop it
And you just don’t stop it
Man, I got popped to death
I locked up on some stress
I suggest the Dank Sticky
Green Icky Ganja Weed
Prolific
Dream of the Specific
The terrific
I get lifted
Head gripped it
Never slipped it
I drift into a meditation
Down at the station
I was on Vacation still
I got ill when I came down
It ain’t chill to get booked
Shook
Searched, Arrested and Detested
Still I’m Fresh Kid
I hit a lid of Ganja
To pass for Bomber I’m on yah
No drama
I calm to
Stone on one bone
To Jones for more
On tour this is War
To the core
I lit the shoreline
Surfing pipeline
My mic line
Is draped over the gaping hole
I roll under control
I soul to soul
Cold Ice chill
But dice up a grill
Vertical
I further ya’ll
On a burner to ball
I hit the AWWWWWWWW
On trip I drip
Quick nip
The blips on radar
They stay far away
Cause I slay
And they know it ain’t safe
To stick a gun in Mike’s Face

Under control got shot
Who that little kid rolling up Ganja?
Thinking his bomb will slow?
He right you know it!
Don’t blow it in the city
No way can you do it in the city
Life isn’t pretty when you light up Mics
History is what type you strike
A little be trying to key
But the lock struck and BUCK!
You outta luck
Street Sweep The Block
A loaded Glock pull up popped
All flocks got shocked and flew
They ran away
Uncool
On the Street Rule
I made mine in Santa Cruz,
California
Where the torn are blurred on Psychedelic
I took a hell of a hit still
Mics they get ill
When you psyche up the chill
Type to fill the bill?
Your kid might just spill blood
Then mud walk and talk
I chalk up another body
With my hot heat
I rocked the street
Mafia meet
The meat wagon
The Dragon

Butterfly Fractals
I spin it around the World
I hit early Bird
Caught word of Birds for real
Peel steel when I wield
The weapon kept in the stash
I’m a nice guy
Don’t try to ice guy up
I truck is stuck in the mud
This Ganja is suds soap
To get the broke thing moving
And grooving
Butterflies are all I see I Tree
Ganja Herb busted Word
I hit it up in a suburb of Seattle

I have an obsession with Pot Plants
To grow up dance to rhythms
And imprisoned for my decision
I live in my cell in hell
I bell bail on failed tell tale average
I manage baggage handle crab legs
Vandal scandalize with eyes on fly is high
I might right roll reel in sight sore steal then
Wield what ten men are afraid of
Train blades but a dove
I hawk on squawk talk a megadose
Choke frozen for flows in the ice cream zone then
I wrote being striped fielding mics up to ceilings heights
The real thing is white with THC crystals
I love when the bud sticks to you
Like glue you can’t roll one true you hold gun
In your palm wax like bomb I sealed the charm
Heal all wounds through this list hiss on mushrooms
I want to try other Psychedelics
I fell from fits of night terrors
I seem to have cured them
A tear doesn’t drip I sip fluids
Do it screw it on the head
Medicine wed to pull it through the end
I blend the recommended dose come close
I broke my toes on the stub snub dub sacks
Release the backs and fronts for stunts
Once you try it you get to fly and hit
Strike it rich a cinch
Tight as clinch dice up mince
Twice cut the defense is ice but
My minds shut to Meth
I deal in death

I’ve been trill since 2002
Ice in crew left with brew in the hand
I landed big deals
To promote steel in crews
Left with the tools
I use fuel to stay cool in school
I pool resource
Left to recourse of action
That’s Action
I have to blast son
Create the cash strung out
No doubt you gone down route
We heard down South
You get a bird stuffed in your mouth
Round about
Shout out loud and hounded dog
Through thick fog in bogs
I like this job I got
I get to chill and smoke pot
I almost forgot I clock
Hardcore as a shot tore through
Gun drew on command
Go and land on the sand
Beach breach the defense
Entrance into the yard go hard
Tore it tense
Whence it came
I blow out your flame and name
Service with aim I hurt this
Light your wrist

We seek the Water
We got a Court Order
From the Psychedelic Courtroom
To bust moons and entomb with cocoons
We spoons lyrics to tears drip
You fear it
Here come take a hit of Water
All you thought of you spit into tape recorder
I sort of know what you are saying
Saying your way in
If you haven’t tripped and dipped in Water
You a sort to tore crews around
How you like that now
Service with a POW! a smile
People be practicing they style in the Isle
I pile on the core till while is worn
I scored big time
With big things in mind I rewind
Score a diamond
My line slid
I twisted and bent lines
I define trip as anything that flip
So Water is trip I caught your hip bone
To reconnect the live clone
On the microphone
We like Water flown in the zone
I need to smoke bones
And Fast again at last attend
The class and spread my wings
I don’t carry them thangs

I’ve peaked and reached the Nexus
The complex in the brain to bust
Slain turn to dust refrain
From blowing it away
Staying gray matter on the platter
Your hat you’re wearing is scaring kids
Gangbanging and slangin’ dope
What’s broke is the vote to hope
To come smoke some Ganja again

I vandalized a guy’s eyes
Robbed him of his thriving violence business
This distance crept people practice in step
To crept up yo
Blow a hole through dough read the slow
Feed below
Toe to toe
Go for mo’
I show a glowing Soldier how to fold cores
I tore right through and drew
Wicked it crew sick with it

Wrapped in the Golden Arms
I’m going to ring alarm bells
Until I gel into the right state
My mind is hell
Until I ring the bell clean
Like a nightmare or dream
There’s nothing in between


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860484 - 07/29/23 06:16 AM (7 months, 16 days ago)

The party will return one day
When skies are gray and rhymes are dismay
We play the music
All crews twitch until they sooth with a grip
Tight lipped run a tight ship
My mind did never slip up
I rip up
Trip up
Take the dip in the cut to strut
I love a front on a fool
Acting like he or she so cool
Cause they got fuel
I route in two their asscrack
To see it coming back
They asscrack

I just want to live in Peace
The shots greased
The shots in the slots deceased crews lead it with tools
People just fucking rule
Like school is cool
I hit a shoe up on duck
These rhymes pluck minds
Until head crimes release dead minds
I’m said I’m blind
I rewind back to the bottom line
Some got shot over the crime

We executed the black out
Fully stacked up to stack down
License crown to town I take it
Bake it in a cake and break it till it quake
Shake the ground pounds lounge on scrounge
I hound dog through the fog
I smell it the hell hit on the bell equipped with sounds
My might is now and again seen on sight
I likeness like
I strike the mic
But bust I hype to thrust
I service just as crushed
Till they dust
I busted trusted nothing
I’m suffering from martial
All had it scream they partially lean
I got stacks of cream

Top of the Morning to yah!
All crew screw in there to pull it tear
I lit the air for flair
Proceeded to elect myself mayor
Yo stay there
We’ll come back with the gat to Soldier Stat
Fold your maximum
I proceeded to blow stacks and numb on Cocaine
We got Ganja and Meth Proclaim
All the Sets slain
Light this brain in chocolate lane
I chalk it up to cold came knock a fool out
I don’t like to but I strike a fool right up
For shooting around the room like a cluck
You hit this dose of mushrooms and duck
Soon as you step you crushed
Slushed ice with dice up into little bits
Twice cut the flips take advice get your shit lit
On the OZ
Don’t punish me I stun to see I double G

Bikini on the reflex?
You catch a G test to be the best at Bikini
You seen me?
I like it I tree branch out with flowers to smoke I chill
No ice or nothing just Ganja
The one thing I swing with like this
I write a crisp jam in the slam
Light this up who I am?
I’m the man
I understand all the land
I froze to flows I show it don’t blow hits
You screwed up you get fucked up
Your truck rope was dope and you got broke
You smoke a choke and don’t toke further
I got it on the burner inhaling server
Never failing
We bone in the chicken to stick in
Shit in the kitchen is the intended victim
Yes we eat flesh
We ill to the fresh
I step into your whole crew to death
Never second guess

Down twice
Ice clips down to slice
Mics up dice rolled
I patrolled all night
I light up sights sold flights
On types
I murder hypes to turn in
Burn in the insignia
The brand land you head shots to get within within yah
I’m not a beginner
I’m a 30 year Vet
Plus I sweat
I like Tex/Mex X off the lesson long
To strong flesh that hit to death
In your brain with the flex
Specs spectacular
Rhyme this like Dracula
I back up in yah
I been the center of entrance
The defenseless shoot all over the place
Without Ace

It’s the brand you land when you handed it
We commanded the gangs real thick
With the slang trick hang with the rang kids twitch
Stitch up lift up blips like lit trees my eyes sees on
I ski past dawn to relieve all the claw to the face
I take it and break tricks down to their face
They are disgraced
I know this one fool with no Psychedelic
He packs a tool and you can sell him tools
To sweat fools with
He tighter than grip
Lightning real thick
Exciting!  I think he’s into Meth
Whatever he’s a dick
I flip him and tip him off the scale of way all be
Like that yep!  The bike’s fat I write max
Tap that ass like eyes bright in the craft
I smoke all your stash and dash
With the cash in a flash
I like to smoke sifted Hashish
I want a big brick
I don’t see what the problem could be
No trouble with the bubble either
Or any manifestation of concentrate
Of Cannabis I plan to adjust again
To the right ends to spend with the dead lift
Skip to that Jack

An MC chipper than
I flip your shit and then
Reflect my 8 did collect
I set a date to reflex
They X offed
I sauce money with gun heat
Run the Street and bleep out the cuss words
To release birds
I like a sandwich to lighten and brighten
They fightin’ over scraps
To swim laps for rap tracks
Keep MCs in the back
I jack job slack mob the tax you got robbed
I pull a cog out
The machine fails I bails
Out on the pot
I smoked a lot
I need more to score with the wind tore through
Raps just blew a gasket
I relaxed fit
The trap set
To rap bet
I jack jet out
Let out of school
Cancel cool for the stance that blew
True story

I said Jah Bless
Light up the Trees with no stress
We smoke no cess
We smoke Sativa
The rhyme crest that feed the steez
With trip
Lightning right the thing with Wings
I bring a sting
Kick back and flip tracks that sing
Like a flow tax
That Gold wax
I folded
Did it bold big
Took a big swig of the potion
In the Ocean we float in the salt bath
Like a wrath I right with Cash
In a flash the stash come out
It’s time for Tropical
Rhyme that stop and pull
Dice rolled controlled the soul
I dice up no more ice in the cut
That’s told story
Of born heat
We beat the fleet with the reaper
Ganja teacher
Harvesting year round
From the ground the Sativa grow
Just for that we blow slow


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (07/30/23 09:25 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860501 - 07/30/23 10:47 AM (7 months, 15 days ago)

We the Streetwise
Street guys with knives and guns
I leave mine at home and get stoned to the bone
I don’t break bones
I seen it shown it sneak peeks
I reeks of the Ganja
All bomber on a ton for hung out
Done the dugout
To rub clout off
You soft
You need to smoke Weed
Get it in the bloodstream the brain
Then lightning
I tight the thing right up with the swing
I light up
Don’t be frightened
It’s in the cut
Gold ease in
I shut
The door on the poor
It’s unfortunate
But all they want is to eat
I had Dinner
On the Street
I’m a big winner
I don’t compete but I defeat
Take you on a spin there
I been disappeared into thin air
Like this I scared
To hype this beyond compare
I rolled dice and fixed your stare
There
Don’t come near
Here
Have a joint get on point and don’t sweat
I’m no threat

A Wisp of the Qigong Stick
NonMartial NonMilitary Stick
I settled Qi
And led free in design
To balance Qi
All 8 Diagram Masters run the Qigong with Stick Extreme
If they know Weaponry
The Weapon is the Stem and Leaves of the Martial Art
The Flower is the Qigong
The Seed, the pure Kernel of Qi
A pleasant circulation of Qi is the Essence

Coca
All birds chirp about how badass their cap is
The stacks fizzle Gold Coats
Smokes of Coca
The technique is unspeakable
Masterful
Martial or NonMartial
All show extreme promise
The Peaceful Tranquility
The ability to Practice in Peace
Matchless in the Universe of Qi

A scenic sight at a Mountain Peak
I ate an Ounce of Psilocybin Mushrooms
I saw the Great Heights
The Highest Peak one can reach
After a View of The Peak
I sought to Retreat into Sleep
I continued to See
Yet, after all Sight I was Still Blind
It was after Years of Qigong
And Martial Practice that I Burned on the Peak
Now I No Longer Fall
I have The Vision and The Dream

It’s a Trip to Pop Up and Down
Shot out the Tail Lights
You Come Clean with Beam
I got a Reinstated
Dated 
Asphyxiated
Gold Plated
Ray Gun for something a ton
I Dropped
Popped it
The Stop Hit
Light up lit
Playing with the Martial Arts
I know
So
Many Internal Sets Now
I Seldom Flex
I Cry Foul Ball!

A Martial Dance
Get your spear on
Like a Lear Jet I’m gone
Through the Atmospheric
No fear or sweat
I don’t fight I collect respect
People respect my Mastery in step
It hasta be the flee fled
The bleed said it the edit
I credit blood and guns
With this likeness by the tons
Of dope I move so smoke
In the groove we like Ganja to sooth
Smooth move



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860551 - 08/07/23 07:12 PM (7 months, 7 days ago)

I wish good Medicine for everyone
Chinese, Indian and African Herbs
Word to the birds they serve
I got unheard of tracks that whack backwards
When I rub a sack forwards or back towards
The map unrolled
Sold it
The cold hit the soul of the mix
In the fix I write magic tricks
I’ve seen a lot of Medicine
In a letter sent to the President
Asking for Medical Treatment for all
On the Ball I scrawl what crawl up the wall
I might enthrall the call the way up to spray up
We don’t like gangster rap
In fact we intact through the back end
To rap’s end I black friend of the mend
On it to gone with it strong lifted wrong stick it in
It’s a sin to Win so I eat dinner and thin up there
With the duck air and careful to tear full
You could be aware of your brain in your skull
And what you seen is dull pain
You need Medicine for the blood stain wool
Hit the trip equipped Cerebral Lift from Sativa
With Tai Chi
Tai Chi is my favorite Healing Modality
With stick my brain hit the right way in
To stay in the flame you became superhumanbeing

I’m the cancerous Master of Bastard
The sack toward the Master of the Swords
Weapons with the check in I respect men
Martial
Non Partial we got it hard to pull
I charge the Bull back
And sold crack
Mac a stack
With right back contact
My bomb is rap
I highjack the cold fact
I told stacks of notes to float in the broken
Spoken for the tokin’ on Ganja
Laced with something
We ain’t bluffing
We tough ink to sink into the nothing
We cuff link stuff in the sink needs cleaning
I’m free wheeling off the ceiling revealing
All wounds healing the real thing
I steal the wing off a King whose steel is sting
I write a hinge
Crept up step while they slept but I in check with the cut for front
Tore the brunt of the ball to call what all Soldiers flock towards

The floating Tai Chi light body
All right Karate you punch them in the face the taste of MMA
Disgraced by my way I stain them red
I deadhead the spread for led to medical
They credit fully pull test out the back seat to greet you on the map
Complete with stack all they diseased cheese like ski low
I read slow the current burn it on the search limit
The gimmick types I’m livin’ it the hype is real with Tai Chi
I’ve got the healing mentality
I don’t laugh I write the raps that slice mask the task to clash
I dash past the flash and cash in
That rap’s sin
To see a friend ended and bled dead
That’s the representative of the let you live credit to medical
All heads I pull up to chop off the fluid cost a lot of loot bid
Scoot your shit the fuck out the way
Before I scare you display

Ganja is the Greatest
Fucking thing ever Created
I watered the flips and dips
With my crops
Shock cops who don’t like it
Until I mic up their mark trick ass
I hold a blast from a Joint or Bong
Prolonged Smoke broke the Coating
Now I’m floating
Rewinding on Tracks Rewroting
The fold up Wing
All this Lightness I bring
Softness
The Boss Cough Crisp
On Ganja Rips
Plus Psychedelics
I was dead on arrival
Before I tried the homicidal Meth
I sold hold to death
Still you bold
Release the Techs
Filled with Gold
I Cold rolled respect
For all the old heads
My name is Platinum
Cap on the tracks I’m from
I like Water and Sun

I smoke Techs with the flames
Unseen names bring hype that insight claims
I release blame on anyone
Who hasn’t held the Gun
I release 1 Sun on the Sun brand lighter
I ignite Meth and a sight toward the flesh
Excite press record to the death I step
I check in step all the bullies who pull heat
Crept
Sleep on this you gone with the Mexican Connect
I need Ganja again
I licensed to styles with profiles
I just all smiles
I retiles the floor
Who could core release the War through?
All raps like this true
My smoking Gat is a fact with the stew
Crew run laps around the ground steady
I smoke real heavy
The Ever Ready
Man I deadly
I don’t like to see G coming with the bleep
Murder heap of the burner that’s keep
Your head in Medicine
My letter better than
Let’s just be friends
I call this cap Mag
I’m the protagonist

Yo we got Coca on the line
What’s the time?
Release shine until you blind
I behind the scenes cleans up this place Ace with Techs and AKs
I reps the Wu Tang
I still in flame
My name is Platinum
I trip to the maximum
Your back get stung
I just chill relax and hum Guns
All these Suns
They step until they get done by the expect
The Guns to come out
Murder Route
I’m telling you
All to hell with glue in the stew of drugs
I got plugged up thugs
With their snub noses
Making poses
I puts on designer clothes and I roll in
The dough when
I ready to spread
I like a Mac 10

All cheese is plasticine
You glue
Murder crew
After I light
I never fight but they ignite fights
And it’s not all right
I got Dragon Breath
With the name that instill the flame to be the aim
I clock this slain MCs
Like breeze
They need to ease up
And get fucked in the butt
Until I diseased with what’s what
I like Pasta
Chill and smoke in armchair
You best beware
Of the boy no toy
I got employed by the void
To stay in the coin
I foiled Lore women galore
But I kept the true as bet
Snore on bitches
Ain’t no hitch in this
With
Mixtures of step
I’m too well trained and I X
Out then name of the blamed ones
With Guns you sum from when you pull one
YO!  MCs can’t flow and at the show
I billfold cold with the cold rolled steel
Just counting cash
My next meal is the spent feel
For relapse


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860564 - 08/08/23 03:26 PM (7 months, 6 days ago)

Sniffin’ powders
All allowed thirst
From around burst
Come the cloud and worst
I made 8 and 9 steps
Cold Curl
With Wu Tang Skill
I’m ill
Don’t bite my shit you fill
I sight to see them still fight
Ignite the fight will
Until tonight I dice up twice
I eat beans and rice
Take this vice lord’s advice
Smoke a lot of Ganja real nice
With the sword I press record
I been bored
Kickin’ back
Chillin’ on tracks
Fillin’
Release will in the to bill little children
I make my mind still then
Go in
I service I tend to work murderers into worthless
You could hurt tricks
Burst a 33rd and flirt with slips
Duck and dive roll collide
I step inside
And kill turn the tides
Real fuckin’ ill
And you like it
Still until the heights
Of Psychedelic
You punk ass mark trick

We grew up with the gang heat
A gang sweet
Until you meet the bullet
Pull it back to cap
Wool hit this rap track is black steel
In the hour of chaos
I spit you the made man sauce
For boss to play cross it up
Like a Ganja strain
A in class maintain brain
Sill in slain in the days when
The playbook shook your ass
People forget fast
We burn in
To learn in school
Learn the rule
Pack a tool and shoot up fools
Cool is the gat
Bullet like that right maximum stun
They neighbors call the cops from
Behaviors of kids
Like this I smoked lids of grass
Haulin’ ass from the task
I master I hasta fast forward
Then back toward the raps award winning
Beginning spinning plate
I date a nice iced out chick
Who suck my dick
I love that shit

We clock the P lock
On every G lock
Torture scorch your Earth
For worth the gun burst
Dies of thirst shit hurts
The pain insane
Switch lane with some Cocaine
I lit it stoke flame
No he didn’t!
I fin to kill shit
Lightning quick
Right this I rip a J laced with blades
Rap plays in the background
Chip in for the sack now
Or you can bow down
I fit the Crown on a Wizard
To give digits to midgets
I frigid cold bold
All Soul professional
My set we pull into the hex real slow
You burn slow from the pain
Like this with a flight risk
I tight twist the lock excite chicks
With the stalk of a big Ganja bush
Tree
Fools try to murder me
So I liken this key to rhyme B
Still in tight with the P

I need my heart to sing
Been sober 20 years
Fuck beers we hit Ganja
And caught a hard wing
So the song blow in the breeze
Lightning on skis
I rock diseased peoples
Sequels is the feeble dumb stupid one
On a loop bitch
Then you hum
My mind went numb
From Psilocybin
Mushrooms
I got crushed in small rooms
Sweep up the dust with the broom
Clean your scene like a dream
I rock a tie dye sheen like ice dry
On the lean
My dice fly I slice the pie
And don’t even have to try
You denied you hide
But all glide through
See all blue raps anew
Like my crew says
Flavor spreads over danger bled this
A favor intend to lifesaver I behavior
Modification see yah later skater

All the homies fiend on that nitrate
While I hydrate
I say play your claim your fame for the name of War
I core to it work em screw in the head all they dead
My polite demeanor comes off how you seen and heard
I’m a bird the 33rd I don’t want to wreck nerve and serve
Game and Exclaim how Set rewrite the name of Heaven
Except for brethren I expect the best less you came in flame
I aim to blood stain all the fools who remain in the lane
I maim and kill license to ill hype installed with the type
Of swipe for the hard to guard I scarred and disbarred
From law for all I saw it all I broke your jaw
And commanded the standard until it’s a draw
It’s your man heard of brawl I tight same tore up again
They suck and then they dead I’m well fed
And maintain for all who bled
I represent the service to swerve on this I fluid
Rip right through it
I true kids up and luck has it I magic Dragon with the tag in
I lag been up to what I been
I stuck you around the pound and you hit the ground
I don’t want to hear a fucking sound

All that class ring
I love Ginseng
My speed thing is wing
I bring a team play to relay all the herbs
I curvature server
Iced out murderer
Rollin’ the dice
And everyone head of yah
I turn it one sum up for the burn up to come from
Something Sun ray like this on Hay I used to strike this
I hype twitch my ball is all scrawled in red you dead
While I said I hit the federal limit
Gimme it the gimmick that set your bitch intend
To fully Herbalize
I seen murder flies on small butterflies
I despise the ice twice cut for nice to keep your mouth shut
You ruined
Didn’t do it
I shoe fit
Wear it
To tear it
Bare it all naked
And wear the ring that’s sacred
I make it sting
Burn in the thing I swing

Too much crank
For a bullet length
I shank fools
In the tank with tools
I stay cool in school
And fools act up
Back up
The track cut
The ass shut
The task bucked
I last with luck
I struck
You fucked
I service pluck
To fertile ground
All around Ganja Plants
Let’s Dance!
Release the chance you need
It’s difficult to hook up Weed
I shook up
Deceived by the took a cut
For indeed
My speed isn’t the vision
For the live in
The children get killed when they see it
Just be it
To feed it you pay heed trip
The scene is sick
You get busted in the lip

Herb maps
Perhaps this word stacks
Unheard of to the max
I serve funds
Under one done it
Stun it and from hits
They sky plummet
I Sun ray lit
The gun play itch
Like a cinch to fluid win to it
Do it screw it in
Fools attend to who gone win
I food long bend the mend
With an A pretend to slay
But any way
I extend to duel gone way
Hardcore to guard more
My garden for Ganja
And other herbs
Word I love the spice
Small Organic Farms the device
That crews thrive on
The live song
Float on and smoke a bong
I’m happy to make you glass pipes
As long as they’re nice
I don’t like making spoons all day
Everyone needs a pipe or two
All crews roll in the Hay
And it’s a beautiful day

A Gangster
Hands crew the ran through drew
On school hit fools up
Word is luck like a tucked one type from it to gun it
I one hit wonder bit the Summer flipped
To stun it under
Dip in the comfort of slip I thunder lit
What once was bit is now fit like glove I rub
A dub sack folded flack come back black I service hack
I murder max with the furniture in the fact I kick it
Sick with it
The skill I’m ill I got a top bill to rock until the Sun come up
You run from monster truck
I don’t duck I pluck
A fool got his nuts crushed in the bum rush
I hurt you till dust
Just serve crew with lust on the burn through
I cussed and yelled at a bitch who switch
You could tell I itch my shit like a bell ring
Nice to be in the thing I ring
I bring my drink to think what’s pink
I wear a mink and brink of leading the feeding link
In the indeed spin the ink on the sheet
Write this white with the color
All soldier love born in true blood torn
Like slew drug worn on the morning Sun
We gun

Understand guns
Till someone busts your lungs with smoke
Choke thick on it wrote the dis dog gone it flip
Trippers with wise word is up to heard of duck truck on the ice
Slice the mic short to report on sort of score the core
Was War I soar and fly in my eye I get high on Aqua
My block turned to learn the shock burned through the turn
And twist step rep with blades and in check they stayed
How I pray Techs and AKs amaze I sold Gold for days
I cold rolled with the maze I fold ways and means
In ice cream dream for the team what it seem like?
I beam hypes up to see light cut the Tree on mic device shut
Out the route for they doubt
I run shout out clout for the how that sound grounded
And down to Earth rounded since birth
I thirst for ones and sums I numb like I’m from I rung
All day long just chillin’ with my bongs
I roll on I sold gong for wrong
I hit three prong and feast on lead dawn proceed
To blow Weed Herb Ganja indeed
People hear about bomber and a lawn chair
Chill on Grass with the latch lifted
I sifted through the guitar riffs did the skid on gifted
Trick kids into thinking I’m stinking of cess when it’s the best
I flame up the rest and stay abreast of current events
Spent invent the tense left it spread and headed for dead they bled
In federal crime like several of rhyme I mind the time all the time
I’m a crime felon and my shit is hidden or I dissin’ you crew
Just listen


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860565 - 08/08/23 03:27 PM (7 months, 6 days ago)

Off a burner soul searcher
I get tortured
Pain Flames up in names that brain’s lit
Permanent
I swerve and bet check the Sets
I get a next call to follow hollow bones shown clones of Ganja
My bomb was sewn by a farmer who grown the Herb for Decades word
I flip the Bird at any nerd who try to smother lover of the verb
Smokin’ a fire soakin’ wet retire and poked in the X to stoke what comes next
You a joke I reflex hit up sacks of Ganja Black that fire I admire
Hex all the liars and bets cheaters murderers criminals
The Ganja seed was plural World owned by blown
Mex is nice
I roll a dice on some Sativa from the G burn all P popped and cheese copped
I’m tired of wired
Ganja is the higher flame with Ganja aim I wrote this to explain
I exclaimed that Ganja wrecks streets word to the beat I heard to this bleep
Out the cuss words
Murder nerves on the Set rollin’ jet out the place like shoe laced
Tied up disgraced lie but for sake of Ganja I’m on one for a long Sun Ray
To sum up everyone needs to smoke the blunts, the fire and retire
Street Thugs was the designer

My name Gold Tooth Rasta Irie
Admiring a fire
I caught fire when I smoke to get higher
All the Ganja an all nighter
I light up my lighter
Get excited burn
On one learn
The turn it takes makes life Great Again
A Soldier mend
Anyone tend to end
I got the friend who grow so I know how to grow too
I light this in the Noon and spark like a ballon I float higher
Mine and yours herb for times with Wars
Stirred all blind like tours through Europe
I hit Amsterdam and jam on some fine Hashish Gold Teeth Rasta
Smokes each kind offered
I soft serve a flex caught blurred
On Sets
My Mexican hookup got the Dank Sativa bank on that
Rolled in Fat Cat stacks of Herb
Word you Murdered furthered hurt up and burned buds later skater
I Mic up all the haters
Never tasted her
Ganja Herb

Alight
With the fresh Nikes Ganja likes my mics mellow
Say hello to all the crowd
Who got the pounds of herb?
Don’t murder for it!
Tell your government you love it
And how it’s peaceful
A deceased crew got at least a few cranks
Blanks shot a lot from Ganja Pot Herb
Word
It doesn’t burn the nerves
It relaxes helps with pain
I like black strap molasses with the Grasses Herbs Ganja
All hail the farmers who caught Word
A plural of variety to spice no ice on the recline just Ganja Herb no crime
Relax rewind
All the blind can see!
Is this Rastafarian?
I light the blessing
Suggesting some grow tips for my own kids
Children all are my own I plant a clone of Fire
Admire the more higher I get the more the War Wet
Appetite for Ganja
Might exceed the threat
Everyone packs some guns or something
From one thing to the next
On Ganja we never flexed
Relax steps to the rhythm Jah Blessing

So you want to cap some Meth!
Light up the fire to see inside yourself be Ganja
I used to farm it
With the charm lit
Rose and Frozen
I cap ice like chosen to blows in the Wind
Then it’s time for Crack Cocaine
Further explain the name and why Ganja flame
I light up with the right stuff to my name
All souls aim
Shoulder the pain
Burden
Of hard working
Searching the Land for Brands
Like Sativas is planned
Beam yah up
You need to get struck twice
To understand the dice rolling
On ice folding up
Fold been tucked in so where to begin
I began with Ganja
My herb I hit it to get turned
Like Christmas
Santa brought the manner
Of Star Spangled Banner
All the forefathers smoked Ganja
Life Liberty and Happiness
And they back on the fence
Speaking tense
Get your Ganja herb and rinse off
Shower Power in the Water and soften

With the 8 moon steps
I reflect back upon
The song I sang
Birdie on Black!
Learned all the keys in fact
I sing on trees
Like a songbird
A reggae song word to the Herb Fire
Get higher
Off the tunes
The room swept clean by Ganja Lean
Beaming with Love and Peace
They don’t like the Fire the Charras
With cursive writing
I’m on a Fire Reggae display
Every day we Fire
No more wire ever again
I got a medical healing blend
Just for intent
I invent new rhythm
My best friend made the clay Rasta Pipe!
I ignite Fire inside when my glass broke
I smoke signal the criminal
I got on the line
Who never smoked Kind
They are blind
From behind they come
To rhyme they all designed for crime
Such a bad vibe
I wipe off the type soft
On Ganja Recline!
Peace and Love from Rastafari Irie!


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860566 - 08/08/23 04:02 PM (7 months, 6 days ago)

Slippin’ off to Waterville again
You better then to make Cash
Or drink a glass of the aqua
All talk stop I rocked the trip cocked back and flipped
On a little kid
Who isn’t licensed to bid they slid in
I take ten minutes to reflect on the bitch ass
Servin’ fast
We sell blood
Plasma
And all that has to happen is you get capped then
I max ends off the bent
I center entered with the spread tender
I flex on fools back at their school
Global Rule
All is cool in school
If you don’t fuel
You catch the tool
From the back usually
They master see to Caps that flee
I hasta be the best
Or I get hit in the chest they flex
I respect anyone who steps practice
To match this you need decades
Blades ain’t made in the shade

We kick it with the Boy From South Central
LA
Named Jason
It takes place in the Hollywood Hills
My mind kills now
Over the airwaves how
Me and Jase smoked the Herb Unlaced
Nowadays we chase the freebase around the block
But I got the murderous stalk
So I screech chalk
And call the War off
Jase got torn by War
I saw the core
Been born then
All the blend of Herbs and Spice
Legal to the icicle
My mic does pull
When I wool
I cap a null and void
Avoid the ploy
Boy I can’t see how you can avoid
The Boy did this while toys slid in
The farmed men
Been up in arms then
I celebrate and skate on ice
Make my hands nice
Magic
With the baggage handlers you could brandish yours
I been on tours
I score the floor seats
This War reeks of rotten blood and guts
Plus with all the sluts

Me and the homies need a Reefer Connect
We sick of the disrespect
Of the Street
We get heat
Everyone meet us at the dust spot
We like, Yo!  What you got?
The block got hot
So I got shot at
Roll gats in asscracks and it’s like that
Mold your fat ass
My soul just passed through
The last crew who knew
We just blew
Rhyme and this to the T
MCs flee when they see me
I be OG
Cap a ski and P nut
Licensed in the cut
To score the shut out
When it comes down to route
We got some doubt
Yep.  I lived in the small farm town
Where all around there’s one corner
On one block
They busted both Glocks
Now all the stock rose and shocked
The drop got you popped on these streets
I walked

These cold streets is watchin’
Put another notch in your belt for the top ten
My shock end the stock vehicle
Peeled disease off the World
In this curled
Wu Tang
Who dropped the real slang mang?
I got the English Language sang
Rang the thang and release tracks that come back
Without tax I max a stack
For the black dark uncharted darted through
Watched this crew blew
Into the stew everyone flew
I said
Guess Who!
Yep you knew whose shoe is on which foot
I full of soot ash
Burned the stash
My lungs Gold Cash
The murder last as long as my ass strong I blast
To the task I got the raps you hit bong relax
No sweat I route out a Tech it’s the task
I got respect but I cold collect OG with these rhyme raps
With Wu Tang Key
Plus heavy duty Mushroom
Everyone bum rush too soon
Like a spoon of Cocaine
You can call it anything man
A soldier sank in the tank
And smoked dank herb till they bird

Your coffee soft heat
Rock sheets of LSD
That ain’t me but I plan it to fans with the hit records
I catch hipsters in seconds
With this check wreck it
The Tech always lit
The AK stay in the lane I shot with brain on Psychedelic Maintain
All they claim hipster fame
What’s right is the insight on Ganja all night
I take a night flight
And sight the lyric truth you drink a beer and hit
I near miss?
Hell no!
My snakes hiss you get dissed
A little hippy trick needs a lift
I got a little crackhead a gift
I seek to riff I shot it flip the stock rose to the top
In the market I darken it to stark naked flake it off
Bake you’re soft
I hate your boss too
Tell him Fuck You
Sum your tongue up in one language cuss word English extinguish
The flame and the lane ends in
The insane in the brain
Strain of Ganja
We smoke it and get the hard pull on the Set with no flex
Plus I rub backwards with my AK-47
I’m a Veteran

Pull up and check your hit
Don’t wreck your hit
Light up a lot of spliffs
Catch riffs on instruments that trips
I light this
Don’t fight this I ignite this for Rasta Irie
I tire of seeing the treeless
I need a festival of Ganja
All around the ground steady to shake real heavy
Get the head heat the deadbeat
Relax your seat and meet and greet everyone
For fun I shine Sun on a gun
I don’t like gun threats
We roll and Rolex whack sets
Come off crisp inspect the set
I’m fresh so I def with the X clip in the rest to dip
I’m telling you
You sound like a fool
You’re not cool
You need Ganja school

I’m about to order
The sort to real core true as the twist dance blew
The answer was the advanced burn of the Joint on Point
I clock a coin flip that tight stick in the bite trip off me
I got a lot of trip and Ganja to come off clean on the scene
I fought it to caught it till they raw clipped the saw the product standstill
You’re brand is ill I tight kill polite fill insight till I right with will
In Mics I drill into contact with rap if someone pulls a gat
It’s like that
I come right back with the tack
I master has to cap your ass to death
I got the Dragon’s Breath



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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860568 - 08/09/23 10:00 AM (7 months, 5 days ago)

Smoke a joint
Practice Dragon and Monkey Dance
I’ve proven myself in combat
So I’m on capped with Platinum to trip and relax with some
Exotic styles I compiled from the annals of boxing
My rock swing I shock the thing
A lot to crown you king
I want to see you dance
With fighting techniques
Beyond belief
I chief of the system
Of Dragon and Crane
I watered the lane
My mastery slay in the brains
I stay in lanes then swerve until I can’t explain it’s word
Catch a bird who wraps
Or perhaps Shaolin for the monks
We don’t take punks
You need blood
We like that brown down mud
I chill and suffer rougher
I like to smoke Bud
Ganja rub
Tax the blood for caps that study maps
All money intact with the facts that run heat with the gats

Fully relaxed at the rap fest
My bomb infects raps that suggest the flex
I wrecks crews with blue on their shoe
Cause they new I crew release brew off the stew
I so cool
I fool with the World turned backward
Score a sack toward
Sword
Core release busted sheets on LSD
Smoke a lot of trees like Jesus
Best believe this
I write a thesis
That beach trippers dip in waves to see this remix
I got the beam that adjust
To the bust off lust for just to turn to dust
I just thrust
I cussed out a bitch for stitching up kittens
Wearing mittens and sitting pretty in the distance
I fist up my wrists cut
I stick truck with the lit ducks on the ruckus
Bring it I sing it out loud
Shout down towards the crowd
To the floor they bow
They understand how I could get so great
Cheese and later I fade your hits out
To flicks martial arts hard to fully scope
Till I broke and wrote some shit
My mind is fully lit
Lots of Drugs and Trip

I pay respects to the Tech I slept with in bed
Staying up all night until the next early light and them some
My friend dead from the drugs that thugs pull off
I roll cause havoc to manage damage it’s savage
To have it your way in the doorway
The psychedelic swings the door and tore away the horror
Once you seen it you in tune with trip let beans slip
Martial fit with the hit up so you could sit up and get up
Don’t let up pump the set up like this lead duck
The head struck with bullet
You could pull it back and shoot but you gonna get it
I spreaded the raps deaded up let it shut the door and core
For before people went to War they score
Some Ginseng roll and roll right wing I tight the thing
My lyrics might sting I come with Wings
I sings this track feeling in black revealing the tax
For healing I max the dealing I clack back the shit and blast
For feelings that last all you seen was your ass


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860573 - 08/10/23 12:26 PM (7 months, 4 days ago)

I hit a soul’s weight
Relax straight
Spin a plate and everyone dance
I got advanced martial and I dance
Hard to pull off the chance
For a Yard full
I card your ass you know
Sniff blow I reach the toe up limit of gimmick
I flip it
And rinse it mince it dice it all cut it up and twice shut the duck
This ice got shut truck steady
Rope ready for the head heat
To deadbeat
I said street
Was the truth complete
Ruthless seat
On the fruit for sweet
I broke a tooth
On the roof I seen it
I smoke bean hit the cleanest
I’m the meanest savage to ravage
I got cabbage and I plan damage

All the old masters died
You could hide inside
I’m glad I took the ride
I’m the Master Now!
I reverse cow leap
A cow heap pie sprouts Psilocybin Shrooms
Seeing these keys in these rooms led to Mastery
I fast to ski pole up a bleed fold up the seed with speed
Methamphetamine
I likeness to cream smoking beams off jelly gas
Release in a flash the Murder Master
With caps to stack yah up
This Murder Duck
A fleet struck
Same as stuck in the bleed you luck
I don’t give a fuck
Go service in the cut
To hit some relish
Embellished in the fell with split
Tell that hit
Mixmaster flip
The dipper

Herbs
A murderer served with the curvature
To burn right through
Hurtin’ yah
Curtains for your kick back lifestyle
Soul child
I fiend to profile for mean green Ganja so I could smile
I pack a pile of stacks
Shoulder high to the tanks
We got the rank to stank up the place
I seen a fighter ace get no place
In stasis
The basis was to make shit great
Inside our own brains
We strike strikes in bowling lanes the type
To hype up but I wipe shut on stone ace
The Ganja Cut a stoned place
My stoned face looks like I make
Miles of profiles
For the Gold and while I’ll file in line
I chill stylin’
Smile then all the while been
Actin’ your friend
We could send the key right up to G for a fee
We could wax free make it max
And ski pale in the whale
Make it fish tail
All they stale
We could cold rail
While everyone else fail
Move at the pace of a snail
All we gotta do is inhale

Lit Rap!
35th
36th Mix that
Git back
Or you risk jacked ass
Fast to skid
Blast that kid
No matter what he did
He did it big
Took a swig
Run that shit
Bum some hits of a cig
Total nig
Release the trig
Cold greased pig
Now busted lip
Scheming
Beaming at the hip
With the full clip
A Soldier missed
Florida
Keys of Coca
We smoke up
Broke sho nuff
Roast your whole butt
On the spit
We be rotating it
Like most aim we sick
Flesh eaters
Death deadly
Flow the medley
Head speed indeed yours
Feed four legged beasts
To bleed for more Wars



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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860575 - 08/11/23 12:09 AM (7 months, 3 days ago)

High Bids
Lit up the E-Cigarette
I jet up the block for Ganja Stalk
To put it in so I could Walk
Proper
Don’t stop I popped them in Florida
Snortin’
Reportin’ back from space the Ace
With Meth in the lean the taste was clean
Death did seem fresh
What happened to the Dead Kids?


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860576 - 08/11/23 01:51 AM (7 months, 3 days ago)

The Cops cracked down
My wraparound sound
When I put the Crack down
Toned down my Glock 9 Pound
The hound dog bullets
Was fully in it to win it
Some people gifted with drugs
Written plugs
Thugs off that snuff
Raw
They busted a jaw
When all they saw was War
I scored a pouring rain
Insane way in the big league
Games with Flames James


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    #860577 - 08/11/23 02:12 AM (7 months, 3 days ago)

I burned an 8 off the flag
Sun and Water
Heart Sings
Ganja Wings
Tighten things up 
And loosen
The gang truce maintain
Still to this day
I got a brain that rolls right down the way
At the spot the A Tre off some pot
Reefer caught
Neither not
Magic
Until you bought and Managed
The brain scan
Your flight did land


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    #860579 - 08/11/23 10:13 AM (7 months, 3 days ago)

My shirt works
No holes for folds
Locked up Gold Platinum
Plates
State the fate of rap music
In two sentences
Your dress back was kept in head
I stained red
Blood
In the Mud I stopped Thugs
I beat everyone in the drug game
Even megadose trip
Like what’s his name?

You only get one shot
All sold as the thought
Your chain’s bought off the pawn shop
Gleam hot up in the pot smoking
Choking smoke from explosions
So the Gold Taste and Soldier based on bold Aced it
Get the place abducted and ruptured guts with the blood
Draggin’ names through the mud
Your name’s plug
You Soldier rub the dub out
I run shout the done clout with it to route gifted
Tricks lifted off the switch with diamond
I’m tryin’ to slid through all names grew as they drew
Rewrote your whole crew tryin’ to
See some glue and come through
What this blood drew and plug two
Run it true as some gun knew
My gun’s blue
I sum through the ton of guns that drew
All Sun shine as true

You could see it on the block
Murderous thought
A murderer plot to Hawk
Just tryin’ to smoke some pot
A murderer dot
A knot of the rock all this walk with stalk
Meth and walking death
With the drawn on this breath the song crept
Slowly on those who slept
Beat someone half to death
The murderer leapt up and struck the head
Now a murderer dead
Murderers bled
A Murderer fed
Murderer wed
And instead get it intend
To focus on the dopest
Who wrote this?
I can’t vote for wings
I sing a sting
Got the King on it and dawn broke
With the dawn coat
A murderer float
All I could do was choke on Ganja Smoke

Yo what is this?
You can’t begin like this
My mic twist up the ripe reduction bust with the trip
The junk in wisp the junction at function
The assumption is you been seen it missed the gleaming
Bubble Bath steaming
Lunch room math
With the blast I fold your task up
With the clasp shut
This is your last cut
Shake your butt
Make your stuff rough
You seen it cuffed
Back at the Precinct
You get roughed up
I seen a Beamer at the cleaners Yo
It must have been them word
I seen a bird trashed and mashed up
Last class was last buck but ass
I Soldier till they warped slow and churned under control
Sold my soul and all Gold rap this bold measure
Seek the buried treasure you can’t feather light
Ignite the right wing
Crisp up a bat and swing
Pro tax with Pro draft the Pro max
With the sacks of Bomb
Dank Sticky all this shit did was lift me
In the breeze like cheese flowing with ease
My mind is blind from the tree’s shadow now sad slow

I wanna drive a Benz
Twisted Rasta Mafia
With lens
That droppin’ yah
Half steppin’ weapon
What’s left in it is digits
My mic frigid cold already
From skeleton heat
I gel it complete unseat the freak
Each weekday
I speak spray up the least way
As shut
Deceased decay in the beast what may
Increase the peace busted sheets
Like fleece diamond Greek
My mind spin as the blind man can’t see
Understand your hand was B
A P offa G was lots to Tree up
A lead truck
All Rasta did was duck
A pluck a sucka
A Benz must rap intend to end this
I blend this and defend mix
I spend this
Never intend to twist
My math is twisted hafta lift it
The class I’m gifted at it
Smoke crack and have the stash that outlast
All Soldiers outcast I flipped the task


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860594 - 08/13/23 09:53 PM (7 months, 1 day ago)

Burning cold bust burners that churn rhythm
Ganja give Dragons what they give ‘em
I envision a World with the whole Earth
Smoking on the stuff
It gets rough in some spots to dot chop the top off
I caught a raw sweat and turned a Meth rep
I adjusted crept dusted and swept up
Trusted that bet I busted death in the slept on dawn
I slept till until long I step to the rhythm Ganja
Give Dragons what they give ‘em
Ganja was chill and in ‘em instill a tranquil peace
That anywhere you could reach through bare
Teach crews that dare to peep to with the glare
I scare a fool
Kids play with tools
I tack down rules in my school
So everyone is chill and licensed with the bill
We just kick it and trip it wicked tick tock lick it
Roll it up Spliff the Aqueduct drip off some pluck
Lift awe straw man made of Ganja and
Got a nice sun tan, too
We all crew

See the Earth
The different ecosystems
Listen to the natural world
A Ganja Strain grows undaunted
I’m haunted by the Ganja Ghost
To chill is most respected
Connected with Meth
And reflected back on Death
Noradrenaline
I Set in then with the Veterans
They all want to talk to you
I’m like,
Let me grow up first a bit
Let’s get lit then and we can hang
A lyric like this sang so people hear it
Rang
I listen to the Ecosystem

I got the Mushroom
Echo Chamber in my head that bet stranger things made dead
In a hurry
I whip up a spicy curry
I don’t like to burn meat
On the street I like this type
I strike up a talk with a fellow Ganja Hawk
And Sqwuak!
I chalk outline
It’s about time I read the red line
And blind
With my overdoses
I chose this path
And loaded comatose it’s fact
I’m on the map and intact
Still despite the ill
I chill until the peaks dissolved
And problems solved

I got a 13 year drink of the Pink Elephants
I love when the visual visions kick in
I listened and glistened gold
Relaxed strolled through wax on Sold
To this guy right here like a light steer the ship
Related trip was a burning flip
Off the churn
The ocean was in motion
Why I lit up the potion
I got soda in it to begin it
I think different call in Hemp
I got exempt from the stem from the lung inhales
Do rails of meth and stay all in step
I like to just smoke Ganja now though
Relax on Snow?
I just don’t know
I like the flow slow of the Ganja grow
I mild molded styled the bold lit it
I hit it up still after all those years of Kill
I’m licensed to hit twice in this and still
Take my advice and chill

People don’t know what a gun is
I run the business licensed with the firearm
All I did was run the charm bent
On a cent I got the rent paid
Stayed with gats layed back intact with strikes
Beat with pipes and sprayed flack
I release the attack and got a sack
Of whatever I get high and try all kinds
I’m blind on diamonds ice the recline
Take my advice
Blaze your mind out
Run the ounce of mushrooms
You rushed way too soon to spoon dope
And I cope with medicine
I don’t like to blaze
Better than that stays with the strap
I grazed by the bullet so I pull it back
Snap cock it then shoot the lethal shot hit
The vitals I earn the title of homicidal


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/14/23 05:48 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860601 - 08/14/23 06:07 PM (7 months, 5 hours ago)

You could reflect back on your gun as one rung
I got hum and done the stung with lung from
The Ganja
Relax in armchair still stare at the violent silent
I hit high all in it to dial it in I begin
To release the stem of the arm is the bullet
I full of bullets and I pull it back the trigger
You get killed for shit there
I stick air in the wrist glare of the diamonds
And jewels I run true and right through
Glued into my seat
Defeat the sweet and off beat
Destroy what each come with Sun
I rung it gun it up to sum it but it’s never enough
They flex release checks and deck people
I live with evil and seen the scene pull up cream
Full of steam know what I mean bro?

Blow Snow
Rip off the flow as complete as glow come across roll cross
The fold with the awestruck luck you ducked it and run quick
I swallowed a sip and cold lit
Smoked a chip of crack that’s contact
My rhymes come right back and that’s a sack
I got release tax increase the black in this deceased
I ungrease fleece the performance that’s torn on street
Compete with floor this gas ask the max to relax heat
I ignore all the pleas for mercy
They say please don’t hurt me
I work a G with the service on P that’s Platinum
Rhymes come right back with the gun I sum
I stun a ton with the Sun at my back I stack Crack Cocaine

I spit an A ball
You spit up the A ball like way tall?
I scrawl on wall ALL IS ONE

I stun a crowd down to the town when I come around
I got ground I root through the Earth Surface
I lurk with the shirt ripped hurt this trip sure you slipped up
I hit a reduction that’s struck in fifth on the production that’s sick
I mic a stitch and death wish from the competition
I listen and glisten in air to scare six in the flair for release glare
From Sun gun from the number one cause that’s Platinum
Drug free with the all seeing eye I must blind
Check the time on the wristwatch with diamonds
I spit an A ball line is the difference
I signed off in the distance to twist this up
Just witness

No more Streets
No more Death and Heat from the gun greet with methamphetamine
I seen all G in the P like this martial plus I ski ball
Weed grows tall as speed thrall
I install a new wall and call it an almond cap
I right back sack with the fold it the flap
I cold gold intact with the folded map
Hold it whack that fool who told us that shit
Bitches like him never listen
I risk in the friction of the mission
The stitch in the six end I dish blend the mix in the end
I spend a lot of time high and tripped
Right this flipped cold dipped birdie
I bought a third of a key
For use by me personally
I don’t know anyone I can party with and key
Wu Tang

I spit a blind diamond lights shinin’
I recline in the Sun with a gun
I got the Sum and the location at the station to come
Get the break on the drugs
Released thugs dug they plug as truck must come undone as such
Some of us run this thus I trust no one
With no welcome I gel intact felt perhaps that the caps was whack
On they ass
Not so fast I broke the glass and Soldier task was to unmask
Release the flack and cold rap the strap up the jack stunt
Done as one I got the funds yo
I seen the blow now I know snow is gold so I stay cold in the rain
Glowing to maintain all rowing your brain for sport contort
Show of force of course the source is the poorest place
I’m an Ace in the deck from Meth and Ganja whence I bomb yah
Stench of Psychedelic I ring the bell and tell it
Intelligent with a little Crack I’m sellin’ it


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860607 - 08/15/23 10:01 AM (6 months, 30 days ago)

I’m a Psychedelic Addict
I bust it on the Craftmatic Mattress
I fiend for the medicine
The overdose that blaze left you comatose
I stays in the overdose range of soaker soak
I poke myself with stealth I Soldier Health
Serve a stealth bomber
If you cause drama I laugh at yo momma
If you try to blaze me I go crazy key your ass
Cut you fast with the stash
Release like broken glass cut the Water Fast up
I last duck in the club your rubber to get annoyed by toys
I’m employed and got a void talkin’ boy did I score
For more I light up the out of sight OZ of Psilocybin Shroomery
Like this I strike hype twitch the license to stitch
I did it big and cured my illness
PTSD

I lamped up like a lantern
Camped for amps to ran sum
I dance release tracks that back spun
I’m number one with the gun
I from hung back crack squadron
Back dominate men
I spend a leaf on a cigarette thief of the Veteran
Relief I spell better than cheese
I freeze
Soldiers drop down to their knees
Then go prone
You not alone in the zone
I pick up microphone to right some wrongs
I got the on this job I long hit
Dawn stretch the reflex with check in the hazard
I has it mastered
I could blast a fool off the map so cool
I has the tool
I school rule
In fact fuel for lyric intact
All this rule I sacked up
Back stuck with the hatchet
I ratchet and it’s a sad story isn’t it?
Soldiers in martial prison

So you got Money and Gun Heat
I from the Street and from off my feet
I kick back and relax
No matter how much I slaps you up
You still strut uncut with Psilocybin Mushrooms
I bust into a tomb of the ancient Egyptian
To see what friction they bled to release deadhead
Into the afterlife I strike a hype smoking a pipe
Meth type of swipe again
My mic ten up to render reduction somthin’
I bumpin’ this thumpin’ bitches while I hit switches
I never miss I hit with disses I disrespect
All crews that toys and flew on brew
You annoy like a little boy crying in your diaper
I has to wiped your ass
Cause you can’t handle cash money
I from the run the Street with Gun Heat
I done complete jobs on little slobs with jobs on hit
Licensed to fit Ice in I slicin’ the Jugular
Go straight for the thug to blur
Curve in cursive the worst hit is in this
Rendered splendid I did it till it dead
Then end the Set cold jet out the place bet

I clip a dip of a rip off a trip
I lightning quick
I mic up stick the type stuff in your mouth
To swallow
All hollow bones follow
I called code in the mode
To sew seed I breed Ganja
I bomb on one Sun for strong flow come sometime
For gun I’m packing some Mac 10
I got the relaxed ends with the black friends
I’m not prejudiced
I light this up and tell you my fist style
For the milestone I smoke many bones to clone
I’m in a zone that the OZ of shrooms blown up the spot
You get shot
On Pot I dot
I haven’t forgotten ever the lever bled the federal instead of deadhead
I rifle head out to snipe sight full of bitch I might pull the trigger and give
The ends that sends the dick and asshole out commend
The down Southpaw
I round saw the count to four before the amount meant War
I sound true as Florida Keys
Light up these Gs of Crack
Bring the Mac contact
Map like contract killer fold it sold it
You found your way around hit the ground


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/15/23 11:25 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860624 - 08/16/23 10:02 AM (6 months, 29 days ago)

The Cocaine gave me a disco vibe
I fronted live with knives yo
Flow on thrives Gold cut eyes with dyes
I strike the rise the prize is crying tears
Not dying of fears
I rhyme these rear child steer inside wild
Ear to ear smile yo
I shit a pile bro
Still file slow below the undertow
I glow
Just so you know I do dough
I can’t be caught with Ganja
I got a farm that charm though
I alarm slow the harm came from the gun steel
Wield that and peel back caps
With shrooms I got a map can’t lose
Intact in school with the rhyme rap
I’m no fool
I light it up drool at the sight of the all night orgy
I sort tore through heat glory to defeat
I sweet like meat
I shot the teacher I leach burners
To turn you firmer into churn there
You best beware of the air
Caught a stare

With Disco Biscuits
I lifted the track with Biz Quick Pancakes
Been off a hate crime to relate mine
Spent a dime for a crime unstable
Table chair sit down stare
Get the glare in the eye
What’s this guy?
Why is he trying to scare?
I can’t compare to the drug dealers that feel the force
But of course I tore through burn glue
At the sight of flew I drew light into
The crew in sight with flight I got insight
I don’t bite rhymes
I Soldier crime is to fold up and strive
To get it even liver I deceive to get it hi there
And who the fuck are you?
My rhyme recite dice up the ice twice cut
Bitch caught a slut off a shut out true
I ran down South with the gun in your mouth
To flounder
I ate a quarter pounder
And been around there yo just so you knew!

I dropped clean Ecstasy at the rave
Got a sex slave with a Florence Nightingale way
She got me tight inside to bail on the rave yo
Bring her back to the crib just so I can live
I got a shiv for tricks in the mix
I shank release bank stank up the place
Ace intact with laced up
Any trace you cut but I place such as nothing does in it
Begin to win it
It’s a sin isn’t it?
But this chick is different
She loves my sex and I flex on fools
That check in schools
I reflex with the tools
I too cruel for this mean World
Right back at it curled a hundred
I something stuck in like loving
With no glove ink the contract
Release the bomb back
WIth a fat sack of the Indica
My man in the Tropics gonna fly me Sativa
So I could drive a dropped Beamer
I steam there
Release the air
Beware
I got pot shot a lot with snot I haven’t forgotten
The tranquil mellow vibe while you get shot in
The Meth scene

I get iron in my heater
Just to check I can’t beat her
The seat bare in the air with the shrooms
You scared?
In tombs I dared count lunar calendar
A challenger grooves
So I blew them off the tune then
I reduce ends to means
Where I count beans
I just gleams
Checks in this Techs respect the death chemical
Several pull a federal crime in weather that’s fine
But I rhyme and run cap on a dime
Perhaps they ain’t tryin’
But they all seem to die and spot riot gear
I fear they steer clear of me
I got a lot of Psilocybin and chillin’ P
Will in it to freak at the picnic
Some slit there wrist for given shit
In the distance I tripped
Collect respect and inject the next jam
With trips I could slam
Jam ran the trip down to blip on radar
I went way past par
In the yard they scarred and disbarred
Without Ganja in the jar


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/16/23 01:12 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860635 - 08/17/23 06:11 AM (6 months, 28 days ago)

I’m a blind jelly roll
When the jelly takes control
My soul flame up lamping
Amping on the advanced thinking
Of martial Wisdom of nonviolence
People act childish
I teach the style of hits off to the soft
I progress lost with the cost
Flossed that
Return Soldiers without the gat
Relax flash bats
Pipes strikes mics I blaze
For days in the daze to stay crazed and amazed
In the sun rays everyone plays displays their technique
I sold it seven days a week
24 Hours I soured up mash
In a dash to crash
Making cash
Having a blast
Revealing last how to master tacks
And grapple snap fully and pull heat
Until you can smooth do the job
Control them
Until the Police come
Remain with a holstered firearm
Don’t pull shit unless it’s a hit job
That you can’t handle it
Most everyone spits
I have Unique Degree
To rap this up trap in the cuts
The stuff that such as that after cats attack
I mold Dragons on the map

I shocked
He popped his lock
So I headed him down the block to chalk outline
It’s about time we kill the murderers
I hurt on the service
To word this proper I got stoned and copped some more
I tore the rhyme
Floated dimes past common criminals
Who aren’t martial
And I’m partial to martial artists
I like people who don’t get dissed
Crisp technique to speak of
I real of the red the scrub off the weakness
I leak blood
And teach in the mud
What’s up thug?
I drugged a rug pulled out from under
Join the club so you don’t get the thunder
Strike like lightning
It’s hard to fight light it then
Spend time perfecting your rhyme
For the time being
I got all eyes seeing
I smoke a Ganja Tree then
Let past ten O’Clock with the flock
I stalk the plants pull off the buds
And amp on Psychedelics


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/17/23 12:35 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860649 - 08/18/23 10:45 AM (6 months, 27 days ago)

I smoked Ganja release tracks
Yo you could D that
I ski with a bat now
I relax how
I black out the sound
I been down to fight
Since I was in the sights
The crosshairs of the rifle
I spit a mic pull up the trip
I’m Psychedelic for this Earth
I’m worth a lot in Gold
Too cold for the roll
Too hot for the get shot
I smoked so much pot

I spit a Meth lock
Yo you could get Blocked off the soft end with the loss they tend to spread
Eagle with the people relax chill see through
I bleed crew in the news again
This time for soaking the lens
Broke in the ends?
Never that I got a fat wallet
I ball it
Hit it up what you call it
The wall make this a shut out
Cold called the place with Pigeon Wings
Then I sings with the Meth
Make the Wingtips I sting with trips
And ink the six is lifted to twist shit up
I can’t recommend Meth
But I got it
I got two major Ganja Spots
I rock the sausage
I clock off shit
Turn it off yo
Still indeed after the death blow I proceed to flow
My Ganja is cold
I got the sharp
Harp on the arc I darken
Sit in the yarn for friends
I end this right here
You better steer clear
Or you gonna catch the fear and die all weird
It’s guaranteed

I was lucky
I came with the plus bonus
Without flowing heat
I smoked Ganja all day
In the Hay as a kid
I found lids of grass
All over pass that class
I was never sober
For over two years
I got cheers
From the adults
Hit Volts with the side saddle
I rock it this rattle now
I had the town in the crew all around
I still guess who
In the lost and found
I bless true
As the lesson I knew
Way before Meth and Psychedelic
Speed kills for real you get peeled
I didn’t steal the election
I caught a reflection on shrooms
I was the only kid to do
That dose
I razor blade close and
Kicked it in the shade
For the rest of my days

I dropped out the game
Ice round the lane
With Snow to blow I could roll dice until it’s cold
I sold a little I hit bit skittles
I twist issues with rich crews
Nix the doo doo I Fast and flew right through you
Still the wind blew
And all new is how I glue so sing roll solid
Fat wallet in the extra dollar bill to kill for
You could stick it until you sore
With the fours on the floor
You can’t ignore
Carnage and Gore
Flip the floor
I’m still on tour I rip roar
I hip to the skip up swore
I lit my wrist up
With the fold in this I exist
Blow a kiss
Reach out and missed
I want more Psychedelics
I can’t decide on the megadose
I cut much too close on the blood in this to vote
For such as does hound down the crown
A Soldier spit a round
I dropped a sheet of LSD on the ground

I watch for multiple opponents
All the broken bones lock
Explode and Glock
I take it from the top
Walk the fog head through the bled
Instead of intent I sent it
Bent it
I recommend it
To everyone
So you don’t fear the gun
Or knife
For your life
I mix a strike
I life alike
Hike up
The ripe tucked one
But I don’t
So don’t bite Son
I take flight and hum
I release the extra cheese and freeze
MCs get surprised and ease
In their ride until they’re scared
I flex on a flare until barely
Came clear practice
Match this with latch lift
I graffiti the strip
And like to meditate on lit
With the blood in this type thick
Every mark trick wants to trip
I could dip and slip
Even go drunken
It’s hard to scar a sunk in one
And it’s done


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/18/23 05:31 PM)

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    #860652 - 08/18/23 07:42 PM (6 months, 27 days ago)

The Shaman Brew
Up medicine
To rest
In Peace
With the streets
I eat top lit light
Such as the fight
I might adjust
Bust one in the end
I dust to bend the sucker defend
Weak
I speak of the teacher plants
I chance a stance
To break my hands
So I land elbows
I yell sold and solo
To will bro
Drop the pill stroll
Up billfold
I’m told I gold as old age
I sage
Release blade fade
A fool in disarray
I spent a day
Just dreaming of beaming
Cleaning and the team
With the rein right as gleam
It might seem extreme
That’s why I got the lean
Drunken Fist

I got it made
Advanced technique of how to fade into Gray
I lit the spray on people
Making the seep through the crack roll crews
Reload fools
Get cold in the Sun with no Gun
I love all my firearms
And I tired of songs about violence
I chill meditate for miles long straight
I set the date chill and skate
Get this plate
Deflate the saying goes I flows
Undergrowth in the stove to explode into flame
Murder is what became of the name
All one in the same a toy through claim drew as the lane of the flew
Flown overgrown mow the lawn
See it past dawn and it’s on
I hit the gong and got the show on
Time and I rhyme bind in mind the dot recline
To the server for murder to kill further
Until a burner chill them I will send my best lyrical ends
To the truth I recommend flow all fluid
Raps like this ruin lives with knives and guns

Jewels
Precious stones
That’s the rule
Until you got it you shoot through the lock stick and move
I rip some groove
Hit the slew the crew with brew on it too
I lit the fool
I slipped in to disarray
I play a way seldom seen in dream
I could light it but it end the fight twitch
My Meth Cap is hella fact of life
Roll dice invite the slice and will it twice
Got the mic
Up try it
You can’t buy it
I got the fly hits
With lightning strips
Of grips that trip
Might this lit on the sit down
For the rich the crown is all in it now
I flipped the allow the team to roll with steam
I dream a gangster lean for cream?
Never that I got the gat and sat back in the act
To tack
The rhyme wrap up the crime
Sacked up
We got the try in the eye to deny
We too sly to stop and drop
I hit it copped weight and skated

All hits I release a four fifth
I got the sticks with the four four
To tour in War
I picked up the floor shocked the door doc
I rocked a stock up
To lock up my box big truck
I fuck it up as such and such
I trust the flush out the shrooms
Grow in rooms I dwell on meth in hell
I gel arms release bell charms and armor
I farmer I grow Ganja and yarn blur
The arms race heard the barn raise
Open the door to the core
I chill and more I still kill and ignore
Everyone else
In stealth I fix the shelf
Of the L I smoke
Well I toke
I overdose on the flows
I rolls
Control
Hold onto Gold make bold moves
That mold through
You could sip brew
Will into the drew the gun
For fun I disarm Sun
Got the weapons
I just step in and end it
I recommend it to kids


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/19/23 11:54 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860664 - 08/19/23 10:31 PM (6 months, 26 days ago)

I love Crack Cocaine but couldn’t afford it
I score up a twist with the 60 rock on chalk
I got a lot of Crack Rock to stack boxes
I toxic I lacks it
Frosted with math
That costed
A crap table play please thank you
Don’t want to spank you kid
You did the slid in to fix the ends
This shit bends and visually rushes you friends
Love this I can’t recommend it but I plug
Defensive off the drug
People pack knives and guns
A dub I love it for rubber
I hit the club your man come with the slam
I got the program to toes in the sand
I brand
Can’t ran back the land damn Crack
Is a fact that tracks lack it
Tricolor I live a fuller lifestyle
And smile when I light and train
Soak this in the rain
To achieve the main aim
Ain’t no shame or blame
I proclaim
Live a simple life
And want a Cracked up knife
To such as mics bust twice truck the stuff?
Too late for that fat cat

We got the Crown Royal
Broken rooms in tombs
Slick doom until swoop in
For the kill to ill you still
I chill
Pay the bill
Fill the pills up
With some trill stuff
I mil in the cut
To get it
Wet it up
Medical tough it’s credible stuff
Your head will go rush
You suffer such as the crush
I met it to red it up blood
I said it fill front
And back not the rhyme map
I acted to crack shit up
Sack filled until I got the funds
I ones and manage
Got baggage packed and damage tracks
My advantage is fact
The plan is to master
I chapter first verse rapture
The fact your still in it ignore
The thrill is gone isn’t it?
I’m a little different
So I got the difference is
The lynch mob flow fits
I rinse this like corn on the cob
I inspect the job you cold slob

Kiss the ring
Saw you swallow all hollow
And sing
Further the burner in the sting
For this wing I mingle
Max mil and relax
Chill until the tax dry and let fly
I’m sly got the eye
I high up higher
Get retired off fire
Until you not you desire
Fat tires
I rock it admire
The moccasin money
Rollin’ with gun heat
To run the street
You bet the street is in it
Cut your teeth
Hit the limit
With your beef
Shock at the smoke reefer
Speak through the bleacher
I could use a Soldier to forward
The core is full of torrent
I pour it down the throat
On tour with the ignored flip the phone
All in the zone is candy cane cloned
With the skull and bones


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/20/23 11:33 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860672 - 08/20/23 02:14 PM (6 months, 25 days ago)

My heart has become capable of every form:
it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,
And a temple for idols and the pilgrim's Ka‘bah
and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Qur’an.
I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love's camels take,
that is my religion and my faith.

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Re: poem [Re: kazok4000]
    #860675 - 08/20/23 05:28 PM (6 months, 25 days ago)

Got stalks
For marks in the dark
Shark cut the bite out
With the light out
I route
Come down now
With the sound how
I run a town down the lounge
Profound with the cut in pounds
For front I nouns and verbs
Heard of it word my bird hit
Serve a fit
With program
Necklace flow I’m
Shouldering the load
Before you explode
From head to toe with flow
I got to go and roll again
I can fold them then
I circulate
With a date to skate
Never late on the plate
Suffer a cut so such so is the
Glow
Rupture behold I stuck swore
I cut before I gun and it tore
This is War now
You have a cow and downtown
How you like a gun sound?
For the lounge
I’m telling you
You be selling glue to kids
For sniffing
While I’m riffing doped out
Run the soul and shout

On a LSD tab with crack smoke
You could do too much dope
I did it once before to the core
With swore I spook shoot on loot
I fruit out and run down the lyrics
To tear it’s up stuck the rhythm flux
AWWW Shucks I get it tucks weapon
In rep then I recommend a step to end
The crime with rhyme dotted line
Explosion I’m frozen in time
I lock a drive up for mind struck
Paralyzed realized and redefined
I’m blind in the World to curl up
Into a ball and die
Don’t ask why I died I tried
I hide myself with wealth
Material stealth hit the shelf
Realize stealth in hells bells I gel
It’s really real
You could feel
The element intelligent
To pay the rent I’m selling it
To shot they fell right in
Little children killed with guns
I stun for a fun time I run a rhyme down
Handling violence expert while I flex jerk
The head hurt from head banging
Got the thing rang and damn they sang!!
Get off the wagon

Stretched out on the stretcher
You caught a lecture
Of how to blast a Tech more
I sector in the section
With the connection
That died in the dissection
To learn the function
What’s the assumption here is rear in the back to steer
Be fear the black president your resident
Sharper than a sword spent on cuttin’ heads
Bled soldiers fled fold yours dead
On this I wed made medical history with the glory
I fist four keys in cheese these rhyme degrees
Manage mics on the skis
Shock them Ps off
Fastballin’
With the wall install the protocol for Soldier fall
Fallen into ballin’ I hit the stall and call then
I swallowing hits grits fix the mix for tricks
I bitch the stitch up
This ill cut with sick strut
On the motherfuck
A sucka duck twice
Hold your ice and smash mics
I roll dice
Equipped with the device I got all types of hypes

This is a Ganja song
Throw your hands in the air
If you on Ganja and a Dragonslayer
I shot the mayor
I caught his behavior for flavor
I savor the Ganja taster
I refresh my face stare at ace there
With the meth
I drill to death and crept on him
Still children killed in the mix with the legal fix of Ganja sticks
I flick my bic
Light it up lit
I could get it tight with this shit
My Old School Songs were all Ganja prolongs
With Mushrooms
Hit the lunchroom with the punch that cause doom
And panic and ran in up to bag it
Punk MCs sound like faggots
I tag it on the wall and ball
I shot all the Sheriffs
I tear slip beware of trip I thick
I prolong the mix
There I said it
Blow Ganja in the air the medic
My head hit the credit the Sativa
For a dream to teach reefer to the United States of America
Then out to the World
I’m a master entertainer
I’m Royal and came with the World to turn to the Ganja burn in the Zoo
My crew run up to you to pass you the joint
On point you need it to anoint
The seeded bust that redid it split the difference
And lift shit off the feet I meet
I cultivate discreet on this Ganja Beat

My spliff a fat cone
Spark it up in the dark I park
In the spot I get shot at
But I’m bulletproof with the raw raps
Facts like that you get slapped
Over the cranium till you served in the stadium
I don’t want to hear that shit from a brain dead Alien
I set sail in the vacation station I don’t sip ale and
I rail then to the tale spend the day
Rolling bones and clone this for everyone to drop the gun
For fun I light up Sun
I spit the stun
You get done up
I seen it on the street where I come up
Scare the sheet white over the head and fled
Several federal criminals intend to write the anthem
I can’t envision in prison that people listen to
Glisten and you cool mix mushroom
Much love with the crew and I stood in the Sun
Sun tan
I got it from here to Iran
Even Japan I scan the land for fans that made me a man to see live on stage
Turn the page and blades come out for days
All these razors you turn pages worry and hurry up
Roll one up
We love you as such as a stoner while you leave that shit alone there

I just changed all my drug math
With the thug crash
Light up reefer in the stash
Make some Platinum ash
But I reserve the Gold as cold did it
Roll with it or fold martial art in it
To win it you seen credit that’s endless
I tend to twist them up
I lead as such as a hush over the crowd
Out loud how you like that now?
Got the know how
I service a snow plow
With this allow brown cow to fold down
I hit the town
I could roll round
Got the pounds of Pot
A Soldier got shot by an older War Hero
I steer thirty below zero
To tears blow the weirdo
I fear glow on fold with chosen
You pose in the game
Rewrote you name and that’s it in the flame
Brains lit with the famous spit
I aim this trip at lightning quick
Quick service the tight ship
Mic top crisp with fist
Tight you get dissed I might
Like to watch the flicks at 6 with the hicks
From out in the country
Servin’ lunchmeat
To gun heat
I run the streets



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/21/23 10:12 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860682 - 08/21/23 12:16 PM (6 months, 24 days ago)

WIth the gun cross
You could run a gun soft
Come across lost in the Mafia
On top of yah clockin’ yah
Shots flipped brah
This street shit is a light hit off the trip
Mics I mix with the ripeness
For hypeness you could catch a night full of flex
With the checks written you bitten
The lyrical styles of the street condition heat
The gun so sweet
I could meet you halfway
And still you gonna spray
Any way it’s every day
Learn to handle guns and play with the funds
You suffer until lungs full of drugs’ smoke
Choke on tokes
Almost die from gun shy
Till your eye on the prize meet demise
I shock a Soldier ride till I fold yours
I Cold Wars I tore this
Florida crisp with the lift back Crack
Existing rap is trap shit
Mics I lit and flights I stint
On murder brink of the think you link Gold and Platinum
I been rappin’ Suns for years and this gun hums

A realistic Soldier
Rap toward it’s scored
Before the War
I soar
I smoke the Tropical Ganja Grass Bomb Fast Relax and don’t scratch
A record for a second
Then I wreck it
Flip a AK and Tech with it
Left with spit
Live it
Forgivin’ I make the incision
I got the decision
In the envision
I got that prison rap
Fiends to jack snooze
Flip my hat
Cruise relax
Fill in the wax
Got this max
For stacks I blown back
At the shack
I got act in the sack then
My Mac 10 is perhaps spent on entrance for the defenseless
You could pay your rent stress
The best sex
For checks I release flex and murder debts paid
Sprayed bullets and threw a grenade

I happen to get stabbed in the throat
That’s all she wrote?
Nope I got a ride in a helicopter
Slide to a better hospital
Where they rock your world in Intensive Care Unit
Been up to soon itch on morphine drip
Release the bloods and crips
Lightning fifths this might swing release exist
The right bring the tight drug scene
Relax on cream
Know what I mean?
Throwing Fastballs and lighting up steam
In the free meaning free
Slaves get played for days in the grazed with bullets
You could fully fit a conscript
I bomb this shit
With the mob on six I job wrong to stitch up the slob gone
My foghorn blow so I know I shot the glow
Undertow for flow I sho’ nuff gonna blow
My afro is the last slow to grow
For attacks I Fast score some Crack and knock fools off the map
Perhaps roll
All wax sold it went Gold then Platinum
My chain weighs a ton from the plate I spin in the Sun
Great to have the gun

We got the homies smoking Cocaine
And blow your brains out in the Psychedelic Lane
For flame that’s flame up
Gangsters came up
With they name strut down the block
Street Smart with the Glocks
I pull up pops lock stocks and barrels
WIth the apparel I wear fully rope Gold Chains and scare you
My state, beware I turn blue
Guess who?  And flex crew
It’s the best we could do with turn the screw
License for who knew the device is gun drew
The gun for Sun to Stun with
My lightning crisp I sight with the gun and hit
Some bit this rhyme already
Flowing steady with the firearm that’s deadly
I pack incredible heat
And sweet to the taste make hits make the place turn and ache
I serve a Peruvian Flake Kilo to feel slow
Rock it up and below I flock with the strut I real though
I steal the show and hold steel for the flow
Just so you know

I sweat a fool thorough
Watch them turn slow and burn glow
On patrol roll tight in folds to cold holds
On a stroll I strike it told the type with the ice grip I Gold
Soul to Soul with the pole I told the story of former glory
Of the Soldier core heat up I bleep so the case shut
You could get laced but your aim is the cut the way in sunk
All day you a punk in the Grey I monk
Never a chump I thunk of the trunk for the popped
I chop heat down with the Glock with the infrared beam
I chose this team smoke Weed until the AM
I spray men and women and even children get killed in
The Gang War with thangs tore off the land more or less
I suggest you go flex with the health of wealth before you rap self
Inflicted wounds I could enter tombs to center on who is the inventor
I end your day the cold way with bold spray from the AK
I Ganja Grade A I flow a stow away with sold that Gold stay in folds
That delay all the rolled in the decay my Pot molds shoulder the weight
Ganja is great stuff take a couple puffs then Bring the Ruckus
Like Wu Tang my chamber is arranged
With dice games and blood stains
Mushrooms on the cranium make the stadium stand up


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/22/23 11:51 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860696 - 08/22/23 04:19 PM (6 months, 23 days ago)

I speak of hits greet with fifths
Your body washed up on the shore
At least my twist was score
The award goes to more of that
Soldier fat cat Gold and intact
With bold rap about the thugs
Guns and drugs
I pull up plugs the culture with the sulfur burns
And tugs on your shoulder shrugs
I’m licensed to rub people cold as evil
Thanks to Ganja no sequel
I reveal how I peel back
I got weapons and a Green stack
With Mushrooms now lean back
It’s a custom to bust when I rush intend
To flush out the defense I offensive
I left kids with rigs floating lids of Cannabis
Damn it’s just the plan to adjust the man who’s corrupt
I slam dance and blew shit up
Still you stuck licensed to duck I got the Meth cap
So good luck with that stuck
I struck hard and tugged ropes in the yard
To pull shards of metal
From the head full of settled like steady
All bled slow to death on the death penalty

I like how I can chill on a Ganja Grass toke
The Grim Reefer reaps your grass and then wrote
This degree is G
You got it Yo, you shot it
How I forgot hits was like splits at dinners winners fits
I sin more and now and again I spread eagle the people
They ain’t seen shit that’s illegal
On the point of the needle
I bleed fully with the pull heat
The gun is sweet
I like to practice match this with damage baggage intense
On the fence players was layers in the fade yours deadhead
I went to Spain and fed the lead up in death struck the head bust
Cluck!
I must bust any mic you handing me
I got it Rand McNally Encyclopedia
All speed heat up to blur but on Ganja I say Word Up!
You heard of truck jewels
Ganja fuels all rules dictate cubes
Squares
I know it’s not fair and I went through the DARE program twice
I ice it up sometimes to splice a wire I retire higher than rock steady
All fresh flow the medley
All night drinking to the head be
Said like Greek I speak a reeking Ganja Joint I’m keeping on point

The Molten Reefer Sasquatch Creaker
I lit the beaker to heat the mixture that’s a fixture in my drug theory
All Chemists near me glow in the heat of the street
I like to meet Drug Chemists who make the venomous elixir
I twist here with the wrist bare I tear down walls
Prolong the growing strong Pot Connection for the reflection hit the section
Psychedelic Bell Ring Platinum
Don’t overdo that you might want to scatter like a fly from an eyeball
I admire flies call the crimes ball
Entwined in wine I cold find the dollar bill scholar to wall yours
I enthralled with Wars to the Core
How the fuck could you ignore War?
With the whores I scores I for this
Lightning lore exist the frightening rain pour with the trips
I mic up the six and fix a hick up with lips shut
I mic the cut
Strut something like nothing fronting I want that thing I got to ring
Shot that King a lot that’s me G the Royal Plot from the seed breed
Pure with the cure I speed
Caught in the lure indeed I feed the grass with manure and bleed
I right to read you your rights I sights the experiment
WIth the drugs that bent you
Invent a new you
I come right through

I light chemicals like the rise through the skies the moon shines
Blindness from the time it hits
I Mind Fist Crisp
Light dissed kids
I tripped The 9 Tech
I list the steps I jet out the place when I see it
Don’t leave to be it to believe it
Just reheat the space for ace in the place
Attack like safecrack I taste the fade away relaced that track decay
All blades stay away from flames with the disdain I refrain
I entertain the lane in for famous cut
The same as shut case with the plain to dust scratch from the batch
How I slid is cold taxed bid
For the traction I’m a fraction of the product
I raw cut for the sure shot
You lure me not into highway robbery I see a lot of G’s cheese
I just relieved of the fee to ski
I play feed the breed for seed in need
Like they freeze up
In the cut I got front
For the want for tons
I guns the heavy
I’m steady and ever ready
I head heat up the bled defeated but
It’s still too sweet like Jesus meets
Friction with the six in I twist when I mix blend

Spontaneous Combustion
The function that some won for summing up the cut
I got a gut feeling the ceiling is high and I eyeball
The walls stand tall and never fall I’m all
I got to brawl to call the followers sheep
I bleep cusswords heap the thrust forward
Cords cut strut the shutout with run down the mouth further South
I burn down the house
Release an ounce of bomb bud
Slippery suds like mud you slipped and never tripped up
I dip stuff in the crisp stuff the list finished
Diminished ring the thing spinach is King
I dish in the sink
To think of the stink I rat fink on the cheese disease
I freeze people below the knees they can’t do evil
In the sequel with the rebel how each dwell in steeple
Church for search I bleed through the pen release men to spend
I intend to end this right here like light beer
I chillin’ pill in the system to wish the Wisdom quiz them real men
And women I skim in the sink for ink to brink of the clink
Rot the think I spot the dink in the hull like assault and battery
Your cat will ski for free down the lean the slope to cope with dope smoke
I just cutthroat I shut hope down for the folk’s crown and soak now
I boast of the power of the tower the man of the hour



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/22/23 09:30 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860700 - 08/22/23 10:56 PM (6 months, 23 days ago)

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

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Re: poem [Re: kazok4000]
    #860705 - 08/23/23 06:37 PM (6 months, 22 days ago)

Thug magic
Thugs take advantage of crowds that pump out sounds
And round the town for crown flow down to the ground
WIth the drugs thugs get plugs for a lot of what shot up the product
Thugs got hot lovin’ stuffin’ for glove in the mixture fixture
Thug in this rich or poor
I could settle what fewer and fewer knew of
The thug like glove fits the hand like brand label
I’m capable of the thug like a fuck up thing that swing I ring and sting
A thug bring what thing you could wingtip tip with
All thug in the mix to ripen up tricks with the siphon off licks
Of guitar and musicianship mics that stay lit
For days that thugs plays in the Sunday you could fade like a blade
I amaze like the craze for thugs stays in the plays and acts that fat sacks
Relax you the back blew I exact flew over the max crew with perhaps
Drew as the thug advanced who with this rub in the club got thug love

I took trips on the street
I copped some light herbs
Mics learned like a bird on the street this is absurd
I caught what heard of the Dead show
All lead slow penetrate skull and kill
On the street trippin’ is ill so I instill the flavor
Of major moves to make plays for days and layback
I chill and sway facts attack the maximum Sun
What fun?  What you got a gun or somethin’?
I run one thing that’s the street
I chewed some mushrooms like greet the street with blood in tombs
Wombs consumed by the boom
Of the bass on the street you had to face the place no matter what taste
It left in your mouth down South I rock the house
First the burst will in the crowds on the corner
Sellin’ drugs the foreigner not knowin’ word I heard of Psychedelics
Then I caught a hell of a hit
Now I’m lit for life
Like a knife I got that cold ice dice up the fly
I die in the eye on the street by the beat my rhyme depletes over time
I could go for mine
Trippin’

We light
In flight I relight
I wing it tight with flight while lighting
Lighting stripes like Grateful Dead hypes bled in types of strikes
On mics MCs fled I hit up Ganja Heads
Respect forever I caught a good measure
You dead there
I copped a leather and a sponge
Then another leather Grunge forever clever
I hit head hurt in the dirt
What work is the shirt I murk
A trick float off his ship

Relight his whole trip
Mic in this twitch until lips busted chills flushed down spines I recline
In design mine is blind I chill and cold find the ice grill rewind
Bring the Ganja back on tracks
Lightning relapse
It’s frightening when they tight with the wing
You got to hinge
Psycho beverage dead
Off spread I like to shoot people in the head

I copped major weight
I could feel my head reverberate
From stimulant since I’ve been straight
I ate a snack and came right back
I fill intact with trap black on the snap coming
Humming something
One thing I know is the glow I coming slow
Been there before lit the floor up when I collapsed born rough
Score enough for life
I like Ganja bomber type
On the mic I’ll always be hype
Tripped since I seen the lightning stripe
Hip to skip a flight I missed the sight
I lift people get dissed who missed the Show
Been below and back up
My sack has made me truck
I reduct the fuck out of the snuff
I max a knife enough with the bluff to tax strikes
I relapse make bikes and cold facts is this
Sight in flight I’m polite but so in tight I always dis
Lightning crisp like the right wing ring
I flip the stats and sing the chorus


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/23/23 10:48 PM)

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    #860707 - 08/24/23 01:40 AM (6 months, 21 days ago)

A kaleidoscopic mirage is born from the light

While words spoken in whispers calmly excite

Snowflakes of feathers are refreshing in July

A dragon is crowned visiting from Shanghai

Strawberries become mountains to explore

A room without doors I'm trying to ignore

From the corner the North Wind is blowing

Green marbles in a vase are brightly glowing

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Re: poem [Re: kazok4000]
    #860708 - 08/24/23 01:45 AM (6 months, 21 days ago)

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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    #860709 - 08/24/23 01:47 AM (6 months, 21 days ago)

And I watered it in fears.
Night and morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles.
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine …

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Re: poem [Re: kazok4000]
    #860714 - 08/24/23 05:08 PM (6 months, 21 days ago)

I wrote this broke crazy
Buckwild on the beat
Then push up daisies
I blaze amaze with heat stays G
In the street I wipe my feet on a fool’ ass
I smoke grass and sold the task
To flip a flask of liquid LSD and me
Lightning rhymes that key
The seen and heard they flee from word
I got the lead and numb serve the bleed and then some
Be dead come through like kegs from the crew
I behead one
The murder feds like come through with heads I sum
I got the gun
For fun I flow run on the done
I Sun in the lane with a brain that light names up dead stuck
In the truck I don’t give a fuck
I got you plucked you stuck like bad luck
In the muck At the bottom
Like Yo!  We got em
I shot men dead and forgot then I intend
To soften never I gloss on the lever
And floss it forever
Don’t get shot on the letter
You better with blades that sever

Blow up the nose for flows
Ganja sprouting from the ground all around
To grow bloom and consume
Rastas tune in to the new moon at seven
Several heads been ready for nice puffs and snuffs
Of the Blow how it go is toe to toe
I show nuff gonna scuff
I rustle and hustle
Bustle in the mush ya’ll step through
My whole crew is waiting for Scooby snacks
Doobies wrapped in Backwoods Blunt Wraps
My Soldier’s gats is full of attack the max
A stack of paper weight your hate down clown
I serve you all around till you murder kill crew with drew gun
That’s all you got son
So we plot one escape from rape and murder
I take it further with the Ganja Burner

Herbs that get you High
Medicine that’s fly
Better than the best ends they pretend to heal with
I got zeal with the less shit bent the more President went
To designate Herbs as great
He wants them on his plate
For fate I rock a date and skate
On the shit that’s it yo
The lit slow Herbal head to toe flows with chosen
Rose ends to bros recommend the shit
I light get lit and sit kick back and stack
Herbal max with jacks that sack’s intact for
This rap’s core is performance enhancement
I take a glance at my watch
Tai Chi time and awful hot my Chi rhyme with dime
I drop one for a shotgun to stock sum
I bust a gun to stun the number one
I some shit that’s it my flight sit in the ride
That’s on the side to collide in mind with the plot thicken time that quicken
With my mittens I handle the scandalous
Major intense herbal remedies fabulous indeed


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/24/23 09:21 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860718 - 08/25/23 12:20 AM (6 months, 20 days ago)

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


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    #860719 - 08/25/23 12:22 AM (6 months, 20 days ago)

The birds laugh loud and long together
    When Fashion's followers speed away
At the first cool breath of autumn weather.
    Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay!
When the deep calm sea and the deep sky over
    Both look their passion through sun-kissed space,
As a blue-eyed maid and her blue-eyed lover
    Might each gaze into the other's face.

Oh! this is the time when careful spying
    Discovers the secrets Nature knows.
You find when the butterflies plan for flying
    (Before the thrush or the blackbird goes),
You see some day by the water's edges
    A brilliant border of red and black;
And then off over the hills and hedges
    It flutters away on the summer's track.

The shy little sumacs, in lonely places,
    Bowed all summer with dust and heat,
Like clean-clad children with rain-washed faces,
    Are dressed in scarlet from head to feet.
And never a flower had the boastful summer,
    In all the blossoms that decked her sod,
So royal hued as that later comer
    The purple chum of the goldenrod.

Some chill grey dawn you note with grieving
    That the King of Autumn is on his way.
You see, with a sorrowful, slow believing,
    How the wanton woods have gone astray,
They wear the stain of bold caresses,
    Of riotous revels with old King Frost;
They dazzle all eyes with their gorgeous dresses,
    Nor care that their green young leaves are lost.

A wet wind blows from the East one morning,
    The wood's gay garments looked draggled out.
You hear a sound, and your heart takes warning―
    The birds are planning their winter route.
They wheel and settle and scold and wrangle,
    Their tempers are ruffled, their voices loud;
Then whirr and away in a feathered tangle,
    To fade in the south like a passing cloud.

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    #860721 - 08/25/23 02:16 AM (6 months, 20 days ago)

All set it smooth as midnight groove
All the heads up is on meth or duck on some Dragon’s Breath
Left from the chest drugs was the rest of it
The best of luck to struck
I cut shit up tough like
I deadly strike in the theatre of hype
I just might flight take it break it make it
On the plate sit and fake twitch like I stitch
I mic up the rich
For height flow four fifth
My mic in store is flip
I got swipe in the door that’s glitch
A bench on it to sit dog gone it you along to hit and song that fit
Is all along some shit
I like it to strike it
My mic just might hype it up
To ripe floor the cluck
Sword that you duck from it
The number one lit from hits
I swipe the hitch the mix
Is master of the switch
I’m rich


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    #860722 - 08/25/23 04:51 AM (6 months, 20 days ago)

Dragon, dragon, from the womb,
Comes the tiny egg-shelled doom.
When sun’s rays give warmth and light,
It bursts from the shell ready to fight.

Dragon, dragon, in the sky,
Look how high up it can fly.
And if instead it should fly down,
In burning ruin shall lie the town.

Dragon, dragon, in the earth,
So vast in size is its great girth.
If it sleeps then all is well,
But when it wakes there’s acrid hell.

Dragon, dragon, naught but bone,
Lying atop its golden throne.
Nature’s rest it’ll never find,
Guarding the treasures of Lich’s kind.

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    #860723 - 08/25/23 04:53 AM (6 months, 20 days ago)

There’s a sad loneliness about my heart,—
A deep, deep solitude the spirit feels
Amid this multitude. The things of art
Pall on the senses—from its pageantry,
Loathing, my eye turns off; and my ear shrinks
From the harsh dissonance that fills the air.
My soul is growing sick—I will away
And gather balm from a sweet forest walk!
There, as the breezes through the branches sweep,
Is heard aerial minstrelsy, like harps
Untouched, unseen, that on the spirit’s ear
Pour out their numbers till they lull to peace
The tumult of the bosom. There’s a voice
Of music in the rustling of the leaves;
And the green boughs are hung with living lutes,
Whose strings will only vibrate to his hand
Who made them, while they sound his untaught praise!
The whole wild wood is one vast instrument
Of thousand, thousand keys; and all its notes
Come in sweet harmony, while Nature plays
To celebrate the presence of her God!

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    #860724 - 08/25/23 05:41 AM (6 months, 20 days ago)

All caught delay
In the gray
From displaced
Laced it shut
Place need the tucked one
You buck brung a gun
I stun a fool
Run tools clack
With rules lacking
Backing up
Sacking ducks offa struck
I just pluck
Mean a truck off the raw cut
Straw stuffed saw bluffed
It’s awful tough to chew
Who raps crew with brew
All stew gone into
I crew with the flew rule
All tool bust and fluid ruin it
Adjust to the trust that
Murder head cats

With further rats
That’s black
I stack a max
With relax and facts strapped
The Big Mac


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    #860725 - 08/25/23 09:06 AM (6 months, 20 days ago)

Bad things are going to happen.
Your tomatoes will grow a fungus
and your cat will get run over.
Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream
melting in the car and throw
your blue cashmere sweater in the drier.
Your husband will sleep
with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling
out of her blouse. Or your wife
will remember she’s a lesbian
and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat—
the one you never really liked—will contract a disease
that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth
every four hours. Your parents will die.
No matter how many vitamins you take,
how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys,
your hair and your memory. If your daughter
doesn’t plug her heart
into every live socket she passes,
you’ll come home to find your son has emptied
the refrigerator, dragged it to the curb,
and called the used appliance store for a pick up—drug money.
There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger.
When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine
and climbs half way down. But there’s also a tiger below.
And two mice—one white, one black—scurry out
and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point
she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice.
She looks up, down, at the mice.
Then she eats the strawberry.
So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse
in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat,
slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel
and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely.
Oh taste how sweet and tart
the red juice is, how the tiny seeds
crunch between your teeth

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    #860729 - 08/25/23 02:56 PM (6 months, 20 days ago)

When the money runs low
Head to toe guns glow in the dark and park up that ass
A Soldier’ task to grasp the gun barrel
The gangster’s apparel and tear a bone out
A gun route from the murder mouth of said clout
To come about down gun route
I seen a kid with a gun having fun
So I blazed his buns with bikinis on vacations
I saved some for everyone so they could get spun
I’m number one
I sum up Suns for from this a ton of twist hums slides off the wrist
Type fist that twice itch I missed the dissed
A trick with a flip got a cinch with the lift
I seen grift and slight hitch on the flight risk
It’s suicide a mile a minute
To begin it
To see what’s in it
I’m a little different because I’m Royal
And toil over the Psychedelic Brew make it boil
I coined all ya’ll into the wall
And seen you sprawled all over the wall
Like a follower of the Dollar and nothing more
You stood tall once then did fall
I call it baller

I am into the crack cocaine tokes with LSD
Call it slow pokes graffiti
All the beat be heat see
I seen a tree and key up
I ski up
The lead cut into two
The crew did drew down
Like they always do
I always slew crew with blue
I true to these genes
What it means is light beams
I laser light excite like winning teams
I thrust this dreams into creams
And stacks of cold cash
I got a ratchet I back flip
I take it
With the sack lit
Your back split
I just pulled a hit
Like that’s some type trip
I mic up the sick
Hype up a bitch
With the the type cut which
Is inside strut from the sum
I run a gun from here to Hell’s Station
I seen a spaceship
Flying over the wasteland
All Soldier in command

When you grow a gun
Inside your mind a firearm
I been in harm’s way
I got the fully AK spray
I thought so
Punk ass
You used to fuck with me fast
Now all you fuck with is cash
I got a rash from Ganja ash
With sifted I get lifted
I twisted them up with mom
It was the bomb
I grew up to make pipes
Crews hype on glass
Makes mics attract
I hold tax strike at night
In fact this insight I got
Got you shot at at night
I fight alright
I seen you bite the gun with Sun
I don’t run from the gun
I drum
Loud in the crowd
Hear the system thump down
I been in nouns seems words
Was adjectives and verbs big
I fancy of swig of the Ganja
Jig again
Been up to been
Yo I see you when I see you then

You gotta make the ends
For the skills to justify the means
Is how we Kill Weed smoke it
Don’t choke hit it broke lit
Fitted
I gritted my teeth before the OZ
Of shrooms I lit in rooms
Tracked down the town
And around Ganja in the ground
I sound off to the pounds gloss
I crown the boss
As I floss steady
Job heady
I’m ready for Ganja again
Set it sweet professional
Heat it to eat it
I seated my mind never defeated
I read it in fine print
You gotta squint
I cycle the rifle with the nine that tear through
Beware of crews on drugs who thug
I dropped out of thug school
I shot a tool off no soft here
I drank beer and you better steer clear
I’m a seer I lighten to hype in this one Meth
Yo!  That shit death
Now I smoke the Ganja again
Dragon breath what’s hot in the end
I sacrifice flesh


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/26/23 11:20 AM)

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    #860744 - 08/26/23 10:45 PM (6 months, 19 days ago)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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    #860745 - 08/26/23 10:45 PM (6 months, 19 days ago)

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

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    #860746 - 08/26/23 10:46 PM (6 months, 19 days ago)

The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.

The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.

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    #860749 - 08/27/23 04:16 AM (6 months, 18 days ago)

I am on the Path of the Medicine
I sent a letter to a punk who was a chump
He was in a slump
Because his problems came in a lump
I knew the Psychedelic would solve it
It involved quitting
The way of consumption
Fitting for any American
To stare within

We got the Ganja
Hardcore
What’s more
We scored with the rhyme called blade fighter 9
That’s Methamphetamine
I sold kids a dream
To be on the team
What you mean you use Meth?
I said, Hell Yes!
I flip the stats on fools who don’t go to school
With the tool I slap a cat back and forth
I kept score
And you zero
I win like a sin
I need more Ganja to make the difference in kinship
I been flipped the stats on gats and blades
These Psychedelic waves
Like Native American Braves
With their Ghost Dance
Now kids go to raves
Party slaves
Seeking the Shaman
You need a lot of money to get in yo

It’s not fair
I found a way to dry out
I light the lamps and psych the amps
Charge in Large with margin
I dart in to spin the second hand
On the clock I command
Rock and Roll
Take a toll on soul
I catapult into the majors
With major flavors
Of herbal
My main word will pull
Into the glow I stroll
Contact patrol
On all raps rolled gold
I sold a Platinum Chain
And iced brain


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    #860750 - 08/27/23 07:04 AM (6 months, 18 days ago)

When you travel, you find yourself
Alone in a different way,
More attentive now
To the self you bring along,
Your more subtle eye watching
You abroad; and how what meets you
Touches that part of the heart
That lies low at home:

How you unexpectedly attune
To the timbre in some voice,
Opening in conversation
You want to take in
To where your longing
Has pressed hard enough
Inward, on some unsaid dark,
To create a crystal of insight
You could not have known

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    #860751 - 08/27/23 07:05 AM (6 months, 18 days ago)

Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond,
That dreams at the gates of the day?
Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies,
And ever so far away;
Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls,
And ye of the trails overfond,
With saddle and pack, by paddle and track,
Let’s go to the Land of Beyond!

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    #860752 - 08/27/23 07:05 AM (6 months, 18 days ago)

I want a life measured
in first steps on foreign soils
and deep breaths
in brand new seas
I want a life measured
in Welcome Signs,
each stamped
with a different name,
borders marked with metal and paint.
Show me the streets
that don’t know the music
of my meandering feet,
and I will play their song
upon them.
Perfume me please
in the smells of far away,
I will never wash my hair
if it promises to stay.
I want a life measured
in the places I haven’t gone,
short sleeps on long flights,
strange voices teaching me
new words to
describe the dawn.

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    #860754 - 08/27/23 02:29 PM (6 months, 18 days ago)

I moved in for the kill
On some ill chill
We chill ill yo
The will fold up on ducks
I struck the nerve to herd
Kids into pens to release with herbal blends
I recommend herbs
And Martial Dance Magic
First get the habit of combat
And self defense
Then you can dance
Keep up the steps
Rep the clique
Titan is thick roll the dice and quick
Spice up the twice spun lip sunk the ship
All holy in this hit I sold heat

Confidence
All erase the test
Yo I could flex and snap necks
The tape’s in the deck
I can handle it
No matter how hardcore MC spit
I mic up lit to strike and swipe it off thick
Type soft or hard technique
Each day of the week
I match the geeks and dweebs
Who want to murder
Bad seeds

Water brought the thought
Of caught expense on past tense
Man this rinse is it!
I get a trip off the soft movement slow within go the distance
To get lifted I skip trip and dip low like below the waist glow on foe
Matches control I got over soul
I hold onto Gold Platinum
And all the gat sat in my lap
Waiting for the command to kill
In the back of the head
Silence 9 mm drill

My Hashish supply never ran dry
I seen it in the eye after eating cry
Blood in the Sum of thug
From the rug I bug
I chug the brew
License to
Do the truest for of who torn screw in the lens bends
And I stone
To the bone I prone to fade out
With a blade out I made out
Like a bandit
Command it
That’s how the plan stick with the hands that grip at sands quick
Before it slips through the fingers
Hash eating beginners get their glares flared out
No doubt


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    #860757 - 08/28/23 10:42 PM (6 months, 17 days ago)

There is no joy of earth that thrills
My bosom like the far-off hills!
Th' unchanging hills, that, shadowy,
Beckon our mutability
To follow and to gaze upon
Foundations of the dusk and dawn.
Meseems the very heavens are massed
Upon their shoulders, vague and vast
With all the skyey burden of
The winds and clouds and stars above.

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    #860758 - 08/28/23 10:42 PM (6 months, 17 days ago)

How quiet is the morning in the hills!
The stealthy shadows of the summer clouds
Trail through the cañon, and the mountain stream
Sounds his sonorous music far below
In the deep-wooded wind-enchanted cove.

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    #860759 - 08/29/23 10:08 AM (6 months, 16 days ago)

All children should be raised Martial
With a Tai Chi education
And a station that trips
Shadow drips from the
Damn!  That slow mix
Of the last cold crisp
Mics flow risk
The hype flow you missed
The ripe sewn with the twist
I exist because of my list
Of Martial accomplishments
I don’t wanna have to stomp a bitch
Go to Compton and switch
A bomb rips through the harm that sick
I cause alarm and pull it out quick

I twist glass
Got a rifle mask and icicle eyelash
I dash to crash a cash bill that’s ill
My sack’s filled
I always drill until I spill the wine
On time I mind in crime for diamond
Line on ice tryin’ to twice find in the spike
This mic I like I ripen it to hypin’ it
Spikin’ my life with shit I flight risk
To stalk I whisk broom this soon dissed you get
Sweat about the rep I slept
Kept up crept up with the lead duck
You straight messed up


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    #860760 - 08/29/23 06:58 PM (6 months, 16 days ago)

I made Fast Gold
Repoled on ice strolled
Psilocybin right out the mold
I Gold link clink on chain link
I don’t sip a drink
I just binge and hinge in the fridge
Recite the death brings
Things that swings I sings on tracks
Ring around raps
Thing that’s down pat
I sat with the gat
Like baseball bat I face called stat
Mic this
Up hype this swipe this off wipe this shit
Ice in the cold tint
With the Trees in the breeze making these fleas deceased
I beat the beast on the East Coast released the most
With cheese on the toast float this
Coat this it’s voted that I hit swing broke it with wing
I King of the thing yo

I made a fission bomb
Crews from Vietnam wonder where’s the bomb
Like mom in the strong arm with bomb word is heard
Flow this third up
Word up
We shoot the place up
Till it about face in the cut
Licensed for cuts in ice this a punk shut up
I run ducks out the truck to mold as stuck
An ice glut
Plus I twice with the Ganja strut
I on here like a slut
I bong beer
All hold solid gold to bold cheer
For fear you could hear the terror to beware of blur
And murder the curve
I seen it served so I verb
Like word up
Get your third up
And I’m the bird cut clip wings
I ice in this swing better than Mike Tyson
I’m the King 0f stinging mics and ringing
Roll dice then


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    #860762 - 08/29/23 10:11 PM (6 months, 16 days ago)

I have desired to go
Where springs not fail,
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail,
And a few lilies blow.

And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.

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    #860763 - 08/29/23 10:11 PM (6 months, 16 days ago)

When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.

I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.

From the earth's loosened mould
The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives;
Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold,
The drooping tree revives.

The softly-warbled song
Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings
Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along
The forest openings.

When the bright sunset fills
The silver woods with light, the green slope throws
Its shadows in the hollows of the hills,
And wide the upland glows.

And when the eve is born,
In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far,
Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn,
And twinkles many a star.

Inverted in the tide
Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw,
And the fair trees look over, side by side,
And see themselves below.

Sweet April! many a thought
Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed;
Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,
Life's golden fruit is shed.

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    #860764 - 08/29/23 10:13 PM (6 months, 16 days ago)

You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

That day in Moscow, it will all come true,
when, for the last time, I take my leave,
And hasten to the heights that I have longed for,
Leaving my shadow still to be with you.

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    #860765 - 08/29/23 10:14 PM (6 months, 16 days ago)

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The deer were bounding like blown leaves
Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire;
I thought of the smaller lives that were caught.
Beauty is not always lovely; the fire was beautiful, the terror
Of the deer was beautiful; and when I returned
Down the back slopes after the fire had gone by, an eagle
Was perched on the jag of a burnt pine,
Insolent and gorged, cloaked in the folded storms of his shoulders
He had come from far off for the good hunting
With fire for his beater to drive the game; the sky was merciless
Blue, and the hills merciless black,
The sombre-feathered great bird sleepily merciless between them.
I thought, painfully, but the whole mind,
The destruction that brings an eagle from heaven is better than mercy.

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Re: poem [Re: kazok4000]
    #860769 - 08/30/23 10:36 PM (6 months, 15 days ago)

No more Methamphetamine
Captain THC!
With the Trees Growing
All knowing and seeing
Diamond Mind being behind the blind folks in line
I dot a sign so you could rewind
Get a find that spat rap for fact strapped ups jacked on G
I can only P when I’m high see
I light a line be
Reclined B
Steel reel to reel
I feel it
I Steal hits from chicks in the mix right before they inhale them
In jail then
I set to fail in society
But I fly high Mutant Killer Bee Species
I flake off flee them seeds retreat I beat meat
I unseat with the technique
I spot the creek water
Fought your way in to stay bladed begin
I get in the Sun Ray did it big in the trigger pulled
I get the full bud harvest
The farthest out no doubt!

The Ganja swing a sting back at the lab
I jab the program like a slow jam
You could dance to
I ran my hands through like super glue
The raw food diet
Don’t try it
You get high hit in the behind stick it up!
I written duck to truck ten
Spliff it up
With Ganja then
Mortal Men came to send on the ends
For friends I make I bake with them
I recede into demon mode bleed like I was stoned on Weed
But this is Ganja breed
Pure Rastafarian
I jar in the jam then
Been brand slid through
Dinner for two
I slip it slew for the crew
Like we always do
I true indeed into Ganja Weed Herb word
From the 1st to the 33rd degree of Mason see
I Blaze It G!
I like Fasting Water clean on steam
I rein reup for the sack to struck back intact with raps tracks I max
I strike like an axe but relax and flow raps with dap I’m strapped


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860772 - 08/31/23 03:46 PM (6 months, 14 days ago)

Water and Cannabis
My way is a gentle way
As the Earth spins I say Hey!
To all the growers
Flower flowers to know theirs
I show bare as air
Until I stare down the barrel
Of the gun
For fun in Sun
I just run Water and Cannabis
I barely rinsed since I started
Double Digit
There you get carded by your art hit
I start shit again when my friend
I could bend back and send
The blend is a traceless
Make sense Natural Way
Like Natural Sun Ray
Water and Cannabis

I feel the Ganja heat
As the plant combusts
And the smoke enters my lungs
I don’t do drugs
I take a turn to learn something
About the one thing
And that’s life ringing
A knife is Methamphetamine
I got a dream of death
That seems to have crept up on me
Tighten up my speed

I soak once as bleed
Take feed to pay heed
To this warning
In your college dormitory
You seen the story of hard drugs
I got thugs try to rub
And I dub
So Police love
To deal with it
The real witch’s brooms take flight at night full moons
I sight the riot inside the once quit mind
I diet on design of the prolonged sign that gun binds with
The tight crisp hundreds
I soak gun techs with fun you bet
I sweat and unlock my chest I swim abreast of the current
I blur it murder hit don’t sit
I almost died
Then sat down with pride I’m a 9 Sword Veteran
I spark Confetti Money like Gun Heat
I run the street
I got to bleep, do this cheap


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860776 - 08/31/23 10:22 PM (6 months, 14 days ago)

I came down from a trip
I couldn’t believe it
I heard they want to kill you?
No they didn’t mean it
They just beaming hits of crack with smack
Yo I be right back with the rap that slap that ass up
I hit grass cut the knack slut out the butt
I licensed to cut
I strut shut the sum
Done from the number one down
I lift the crown onto town
How you like that now?
I been top down
Since the frown was a smile profile
All the while I style victory
To kick the story with born heat
Beat compete and meet
It’s sweet I eat freeze dried cheese
With eyes
I lit the OZ of shrooms
Lightning in rooms
Tightening the screws
How I brew I tombstone the phone
Call for fall I sprawl make the dollar
Pop your collar
I holler
I’m a baller
Off the waller
Old school brawler
Against the foot taller

The Sativa is my next Medicine
I’m an Indica Veteran
Spark the letter then
Harken to a mark in the top notch cop it off the street
Until Gun Defeat
I write on the beat
To take a seat back
To receive tax and flow max
Wax picks up jacks to cold clack
The sack back rock steady rap
I hold the gat
And cold click stat
Fold the map
Release the strap
Come from what happens rung the blackheads
For Rap Feds
I got Knotty Dreads
I like some heads that Bled
Service secret to swerve this peep this Medicine
Sativa to freak with
In the Federal Pen
With my secret blend
I mic up the seed of type I hype till the end
I tasted a lot of Meth
Hit to death in the last breath
Ain’t no one quiet as kept
How I slept on rep I get it in full effect
The Medicine
For all Drug Veterans


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/01/23 01:03 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860784 - 09/01/23 08:20 PM (6 months, 13 days ago)

I could stood
And tap-dance on your head
Mic is bled red from the Feds said
I rap so tentatively spend it be G
I rap so P
I license to ski
I hype this like tree
To get in you let in the fluid
Represent through hits
Deadheads that new to threads turn red
I said I head out
Come from the Dead South of California
LA
Like this I make mics into decay
Will in fact gat spray chill and intact no delay
I rap hay spread like frayed rope in the head dope
I scope cope with edits
I medical so I said I flow slow
Like Federal I met your word up behold
On the mold I’m stone cold
I bust a bold streak
A geek get into seep into cracks
Relax backs hijacks the rap stats like facts this mic max
Still until stacks of cash you get whiplash
I have to dash so I leave you with a Water Fast
Slaughter hit the gas

Bottoms up!
I’m locked in the cut like a gut feeling
You know wheeling thing thing grew
Into the crew
I knew a fool with a tool
Who got shot after school
He heard the news of Blues
I listen to Hendrix cruise
That’s Jimi
I say gimme
Smack your face with the shimmy
You history
You can’t get with me
I lightning speed type that bleed bled
From wounds in the head I soon to spread
Like disease led the breeze into red set it
Your head hit the ceiling
I’m revealing how they peel things
I keel over and four leaf clover
I sort your Soldier
Been bolder I fold yours
To cores and outer limits gimmicks
I got digits
I hit it hype within trips
Mic up the gimme spike
Everyone’s down to fight
I make peace and grease the kids
Like a ten speed bike


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860788 - 09/02/23 07:19 AM (6 months, 12 days ago)

Let this thought be set
I got to pay a debt to the Ganja Tree Wet then ski
I mic up B the psych up
I like cuts with Ganja strut the bomb yah front on
I from long trees and cheese
I like this with type that don’t twitch like a hype on Meth
I release the fresh when I best to be seeing
In the eye my mind is decided being
Rewind the fleeing in the bind
I G get in the behind like seed
I feed the speed Methamphetamine
Everyone like cream
Got a Gold Coat I float past
A Soldier on Grass tank at last spank the shaft
I felt the wrath of a madman
I’m sad and
I got a bad stand on land
For a half a gram I fold yours planned
To sold soars on Sativa
Like a Hawk I wanna be yah
Talk like a G word as bleed
Farmed for seed
I smoke Ganja Weed

With this monkey’s paw
The left to the jaw I’m raw
I got a claw for all
The saw seen float in the scene on lean
I smoke green stay clean off heroin
I like them tend to strike men with the gemstone
I led bones in the prone to phone this
I clone hits and switch
I like to stitch I psych up hitch
The mic in this grip I dip
Twist up an OZ
I P pop the track on a LSD strip with a sack
I like to clack I master rap
Have the gat in the back
Intact with slapped up
Jacked up Laugh truck the has butt I mutt
I slut the jut out for front fountain
I count to ten backward
Then smoke a sack word
I’m bird
Likeness of the third degree
You could pay a fee to get in
But I let you in for free

I lit at midnight
I did shit on Psilocybin
That make kid’s heads spin
Still inside then I’m herb internal
With the inferno blazing
Bend metal amazing
Stay in for days and
I send the blend I defend myself
But it’s art and help other people chart
Dart in to start then
I pull apart men and hearts amend
The soil I toil growing Ganja sipping oil
I got a kilo of Cocaine I joke yah broke up
I rush and load the charge explode at large in the mode
For rode the force of course it’s sewed in like torso
That rip more slow I gore below with horns on the whole
I’m Gold Platinum
Now why you gotta attack and somthin’?
I bumpin’ the system every night with Wisdom
Insight incision into fright I’m beginning to light
All I see is in sight I bright and light the stadium
All mayhem breaks loose when I shoot


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/02/23 10:17 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860791 - 09/02/23 09:23 PM (6 months, 12 days ago)

A Wisp of the Qigong Stick
NonMartial NonMilitary Stick
I settled Qi
And led free in design
To balance Qi
All 8 Diagram Masters run the Qigong with Stick Extreme
If they know Weaponry
The Weapon is the Stem and Leaves of the Martial Art
The Flower is the Qigong
The Seed, the pure Kernel of Qi
A pleasant circulation of Qi is the Essence

A Sun
You run under the gun
And run from where it come from
Is the sum of the violence
All silence after the barrel pop
I lock shop up to tore the top up
I shock with bass and ace
I tore a place off the face of the Earth
We like to chill for what it’s worth
I cursed
Did my worst about thirst for the first thing to curse your wing
With magic
Now you tragic
You can’t mix with people
There’s no sequel
You pure evil Martial with the Impartial
I start full every day
And play for every Sun Ray
The more I lit
The more I can’t play
Anyway you slice it
I roll the dice and hit
Every time
In every shot I’m
In a bind and finished
Never diminished
Shine bright and been it yo

I’m not a meth fiend
I relax come clean blacken your dream like a steamroller
All the soul controller got one Gold on the mind
And that’s blind
I like to smoke pot drink Water shot the teeth for relief
Like good grief
Give me the chief main stem
To blame dead men
I said ten times I don’t flow meth rhymes except finds
I rewind the track pull a gun and stack for fun to blacken the Sun
I relax brung the happen to stung for tongue off force to show course
I force forward the sword got gored by it to try it
I light it to psychic flip the motorbike in hype with type stuck digits
It’s frigid what is with it I kid you not flip it
Take a sip trick this mic lit I type to quit while I’m ahead
I bled and take what I said as lead out the gun barrel
Wear the flannel apparel for the steepness to peep this in peril
I sound like Jerald I scare you though I fair full of gall to ball
I call it scrawl on wall graffiti it’s neato
Flow a smooth sheet though
You could release and cold fold
All of them scold me for being bold metallic G speedfreak of the week
I got it on heat so sweet but sour I power through and tower blue

If you dare drew down a gun for one thing you could swing
A crude attitude of violence most childish
I hush silent the cat with baseball bat
I got a Yoga Mat
I roll it up strapped with nothing
I cut into tough wing
My guts sing
I huff and sting the bringing the flavor major fling to savor
People’s behavior is a danger to others
I don’t shudder at the fact that they got to get the gat
Most rolled flat with the intact strap I hype the map with strikes
Lead pipes to the head you dead
Nuff said



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/03/23 12:15 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860801 - 09/03/23 02:30 PM (6 months, 11 days ago)

I Nine Step from Meth
But I’m no threat the death
I left on Eight Steps from Ganja slept on armchair
Crept on alarm bare my chest
I don’t belong here

I try to make a Cocaine Song
I flipped a lot of joints and bongs
In the old school cool I smoked two hits of crack
On one I grabbed the broom back in the stack
Is that track
I practiced staff, spear and halberd
I like the Crown
Word
Cocaine is something to reach for
To enjoy Coke you need to sniff More!

A Deadhead with sickness
Release the trip in this
The Peak
The freak the volume
The speak the Problem
Get solved then



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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860808 - 09/04/23 08:50 PM (6 months, 10 days ago)

All you gotta do is eat right
You take flight
I seen it on sight
I light the lights up
Like old school money
Honey beat the dummy seated
Bleeded out his mouth deceased tripped
And ski it
I lead flip the heat trip
Deleted
I conceited relapse be maximum
Some rap for some contact
On the axe he swung

We got a party in row 3
But where's the drugs G?
I light a tree that won't cut it
I studied the gut street
The snub eat the club eat the fool
I school like show
From below I come slow
Where the drugs at G?
We got a party
I started some heat with slice
Like ice down
I club round the sound from the ground
I pound the scrub and dub a rub in the club
I shit kids up
Where the drugs at G?
Lightning on seen
A gun green
I flow eat in the weekend to freak it
I speak it
My heat lit
I speed hit up
My green Ganja reduct the proper
So cop some weed get that free up
I heat up
Where the Drugs at G?

Room 1
1 in the chamber
Number 1 gun from the tongue spit
Yo hung hits that rub off
A dub off
I lit the sauce that raw shut the cut
I nuts I trucks the stuck in the buckhead
Get flow red I slow bled
I roll dead
Cold spread
Molded with folded
Clipped it sipped it
Dripped it
Psychedelic
Hit the head up again
I spread then till they dead end
I spend tend
To fled fog up the lens
I blends
Friends dead form the slug
I chug the drink and pink up
Stink up think up
Clink up
The link stuffed


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860809 - 09/05/23 07:32 AM (6 months, 9 days ago)

My dope chains beats up
Here it in the street cut
I shot a bleep struck in the stuck shut
Ran amok with the truck full of sluts
I caught it rough for the snuff
Been enough with the handcuffs
I trash a stunt for the one on sum
With the gun I respond run for fun in the Sun
I got the glove I rubber love for the sub
To tweak a dove off a hub I stick it shove
Release the thug anyone love like a snub?
To heat it above come from below
From head to toe with the glow
All for this show I got to go
See you later for the flow and date your World tour
With you on the core I been there before and tore it
Better so don’t sweater I forget her and dead hurt the head jerk

I’m the Blue Bird
The 33rd heard it
Named Set
You need a Set bet I head up the bill
To kill with until strikes mics up at will
Shut the spike
I ice a nice kid up
I like to slid stuck in a rut
I gut feeling
Healing and Revealing how the wheel spin
I be all in it then to solve the limit to end
I spend cash
I relax flash the dash in the Cash with the blast
I like to Fast Water
I short order to cordless
I swordfish
I record with the hiss
Eat more cat piss this task frisk
The risk is high
I murdered in the eye
Release riot I high hit up the diet
I sly lift the Mikey Neides just flipped

If you got flights that Zap you
If you tight in this with relaxed crew
All sacks fat and blew smoke
I smoke Meth all night and drink Snapple
I cap a handful of rap’s dull sap skull
I map the intact with react seen this in fact
I bleed this right back like a fetus
I live the black genius
I relieve been in the seed again
There I tend the end and turn 3
I learn a G with wu slang that true Tang
As I flew Bang I rang the phone
They go prone after knockouts all the grown
I tack down the house like a mouse
I rot into the South with cow shit
Psilocybin Mushrooms grow on it
Everyone needs a big flip to lit the topic
I hock spit shop it
Clock it stock it I block fifth
Of rock click the mock been up to job
With the rob of the corn cob pipe
I perform surgery on mics
Lit them Lights


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/05/23 08:19 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860810 - 09/05/23 09:13 AM (6 months, 9 days ago)

No dangerous drugs at the party
I caught a hard heat that broke off the key
In the lock like got shot rocked up stocked up
Dropped shut in the clockwork stock jerk
The expert in hurt
I been blown clean out my shirt
On Serotonin Overdose
Show it flows I chose this
Picked shrooms around roads crest
On the explode at the fest
Of music
The shoe fits wear it
I tear it smoke weed air it out
The flare fit it shout the rebel turn up treble
I fit the heavy metal on the kettle on the stove
Hit thick in robes I been at tones
Of death like it hype
Meth to death strike with the lead in the knife slice
I rolled dice enough and crapped out
You can find me with a sack of Ganja
On the bomb there trippin’
Just sittin’ by the dock of the bay sayin’ Hey!

The first style I mastered was Ganja and mushrooms
With weapons and steps in the reflection
I caught a section of Ganja as a young kid
All farmers slid in with the task
To clasp heat relax street
My gun meet the unseated I fleeted glance
By chance I dance a career off
I land real soft for the boss in this toss
I fitness soft technique to speak
I freak a leak off disease with cheese
Drop this down to knees to hip hop trick
The stock click in the breeze light these degrees up
My cheese stuck in between ruckuses
I git up the stuck shit and
Tuck shit I love shit too much to tuck shit
I dub quick
Write this written sittin’ in decay with might that display
Right is fight with the day
I tight this anyway
It comes on the hay smoke
I never choke
I broke a coat for the float to vote on
I soak on bong hits
And it fits like tight grips on the trips when I flip mics
Sticks dynamite within insight to take flight

I can spice up Ganja with herbs and spices
Slice a nice flip without ice stick a give grip
I tight thick
Might release the street on tough tit
This mic grit this slice thick
I light a trip
I roll dice with grit
I might sit kick it
I thick in it
I spin it
Hit dinner isn’t
The seen and been
I on the team skid the steam slid into the thin crew
You got who shot I hit a robot
Off the sauce that flow toss in the garbage
A lot of the carnage to tarnish
All the harm meant for darn that went
Too far off the spent got sent
I invent a new style profile
All soul child with the folded sold miles
I cold child the floor is a score
To flip more digits I trick fidget
Like a Ganja make incisions
The bomber
I can do it without Ganja
Ganja calm yah down
Show you a sound profound
I licensed with the crown


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Edited by Solid Log (09/05/23 02:33 PM)

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    #860811 - 09/05/23 09:18 PM (6 months, 9 days ago)

Ganja is a Gift From God
I hit an odd job
Got the hot shit down to a science
Appliance
I find Meth in the Silence
With defiance
I could rely on Ganja
The tranquil
That thank you
You’ll pull
On the cigarette I don’t sweat
With a Tech
Release the breath
A soldier slept
Keen on connect
I flew bird in at 3rd bass
I flip the ace in space
Taste the Phase 3 Chi
Lightning strikes with a smokestack
All jokes broke back
I Soldier strapped
I hold the gat
I’m lucky
I got a club beat but run the street
With a party defeat the street heat
Like a hardy fleet of Vietnamese
Sativa strains I light these brains
Like a Thai or Southeast Asian
Chinese breeze in the dice these skis
I rock Trees yo!

Water with Reefer smoke
Holy smokes You lit folks up and broke the set
Water is a major threat
To Court Order to remain a sorting
Of Coffee, Alcohol and Tobacco
You some whacko if you want Reefer in the backwoods
With black hoods my crew stood
Before goodness
I woodwind instrument in cement
I’m bent
I invent the release tax the limit to extend
My friend I send this with the best intentions
Water inventions is the core of the Meditations
I set sensations bet I go on vacations rep
The Alien Invasion
I ingest Bioflavonoids
I up to employed
Except I toyed with Boy Kid to Man
All Crews in the Shoes do understand

CAP!
All crews get active to relax bid
I just did swim with cement shoes like kin
I fin to be up to bend some light
Or something I might
I dunk Donuts
I sho nuff
Rough up the custard muffin and stuffin’ it
I suffer shit
I love a hit with cement shoes
I got the blues
I sing tunes about loose women
I juice the plant venom
Avalanche in end em
I send em
I reflect bend the light on sight
I disarm
I cause harm to the set
I’m a major threat
I release tools
Got an AK and a Tech
Like for real
I pack real steel
With a real drug connect
All birds did infect
Smoke kind buds inspect
The crop that crept up
Flocks Shocked on the dot from the drug spot Yo!

Everyone gets lit
Light hits that flight quick
I mic mix
In the sight fix
The diet
Don’t try it
I riot act
React snapped back
Like rubber band land
Serve a Soldier and it gets cold in the brand
I told yah
I control the street
No one can compete
I beat crews out of leak fuels
I tweak tools
I reek of the you who seek it freak it
To speak it
On the weekends
The best herbal blends go down
Release the crown
The night is down
All right
Now we all in sight
I right the wrongs and smoke bongs
I love smoking Pot
I give it all I got and live it
Hot with the digits
Crews fidget
I never get rigid


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Edited by Solid Log (09/06/23 06:33 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860813 - 09/06/23 08:19 PM (6 months, 8 days ago)

I smoke a hot ass gram of crack cocaine every day
I’m all chipped up like Silicon Valley Display
Everyone sling hay now
But the power of crack has got to come back
I service I a Mac furnace did snap
I heard this thing capped
I slacked on the job as I revolved I solved
I love a full dose of crack close to black gold
I sold on it
Like Hunter Biden song edit
I credit Hunter for kicking punt the ball into install
It makes crack thrall
I brawl with fools in schools
I like to psych through it’s cool to ride a bike too
I mic up screw the brew right through in
I doin the two step rep flex the Mexican Connect
I check anyone on any gun felony they be tellin’ me
Prison no decision
I seen the vision
And the God’s Given is a cinch in the livin’ lifestyle
I style to smile for gold child relax soul filed away
I light this to decay in sight twist the Sun Ray
On Crack Cocaine

I smoked a Reefer
And drank the Ginseng
I sing wings off
I ring cross the hinge squeak
I clean in the lean like a dream team
Of tight beam seem
Like seen in the be in the dream scheme
I rein the deed then like speed Ahem
I gotta cough up snot before someone gets shot
I chill on Ganja grill in lawn chair
I’m fair and careful I don’t dare pull a gun
To air out the rung like bell scare though
The square below the hair did grow
On so in the game flame below all the name
Like their glow in the lane let me explain
I remain with my brain and get game
I maintain insane with the bane of existence
I twist one in this to smoke up go the distance
I frisk kids and risk flicks in the sickness
Bitch isn’t even witness to the mix exist
This is it a benchmark park the shark?
Fully guard on par with the hard I clock shards
Of Crystal Meth to death

Cannabis Magic!
You get your baggage sooth in the groove
Remove the truest with fluid into it I move
I shoot the school that doesn’t have this fuel
They try to rule and shoot people
I seen a feeble mind dumb deaf and blind
Try to recline
I serviced a dime furnished in a bind
Rewind that tape
Behind escape from the plate I boat a lake
I take the ache out
Soft play loft high and break through high and dry
I start to eyeball
I wall to wall
I call it all it
I solve it
Solvent
I revolve hit the tall split the fall quit
I mix magic into the ball fix
The required expired all crisp
This mic is lit
My microphone hype with the tone
I love the herbal
I swift verbal
To get Internal Chi Flow
Release glow all fold behold that
Soldier Cat sold a map
Of flow intact
I come right back
And sap the max with tax that caps all perhaps wall to wall with the black magic


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860817 - 09/07/23 04:05 PM (6 months, 7 days ago)

Copywriter protect
All laws that reflect the reflection
Mushrooms are illegal and ill in sensation to kill
I drill a fill for will
I till until I bill
I really for real I peel
Back feel caps with wax in stacks
I black balled
Called all follow hollow wall it off all called ball yo
I tall throw the all at shown
Blown grown in flown
Tone release the phone
For zone in prone to unleash the growing Ganja knowing
All showing a healthy state to relate
I real ate up the plate stuck as weight cut
I feel a date plus I hate cuss words
Birds murder I hurt a
Kid who slid further
Been burner on the back
Stove rolled the cold dollar bill swallow the pill
It’s ill to chill on drugs until you nil as was
Master hasta chapter turn the last one learn your ass
I folded fast under glass with the Soldier task
I flip the class

I’m on a light body vacation at the station on drugs
All hold hugs for the bug the shrug
I got it like glove
I dovetail a stale cracker that actor
I master
I fast your curve to last word swerve of a kernel of truth
I sleuth in the booth
Release truce for peace to golden fleece
Disease reeks of cheese like the smelly one disease
All sneeze black and fact
I rapped
I has the back coming sack humming just waiting for drugging
All thugs mugging shots like blood clots
I haven’t forgotten my shots
I lift off green shoots
I loot the surface space as works this ace in the taste
I replaced defaced laced it with naked trip
To rip the sip I dripped
I slipped a little nip of the bud for a first timer rhymer thug
All pull the plug on the Psychedelic
To tell it they fell it
I bell hit up the Water Well
Felt in gel like cell biology
The study of mycology brought me to fungus
All the lung just bust on Ganja
I been offa long hair to be careful for gangster stare at you
Beware of crews jack you for your food money
Nothing funny with the gun heat on the street

I represent on the fence with weapons
Bloodshed led to blood spread
Over the overhead heads with wedlock
Shocked mocked the Glock as it talked
I don’t like guns a lot
I clock a sword reference in the best tense moment of zone in
They phone in the stoner win!
I bone a been a sin with all alone I kin
I within I ringing stinging thing that’s bringing in
The bringing flinging thing off
What the hell you cross off?
You soft
You lost your way I don’t play like that day ripen I go hikin’
With a stick really quick in the thick I pull it out lit
When the trip gets thick lightning quick on the draw
With law that’s written jaw drop bitten saw hop of fit in
The raw stop I flippin’ bitch you need to learn to win to begin
I appreciate you and your sin but you need to come within’ the circle
All murk fools cool is a hurt tool on a tool going to school
All this violence is the fuel
Of the set I flex on
Release the red dawn
Spread fawn for lead long
From the gun pop on and on


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #860820 - 09/07/23 10:48 PM (6 months, 7 days ago)

I flip a phone off
All along off a long cross
That toss that long distance plan to sandy beach pebble
Rebel tell you screw your devil son with really hon
I ability to stung
I whip strip the trip with Philly blunts on the track
Max a track back in the sack with pot black I forgot the rap
That fact that trip sat with a gat in the hat
Violence is a fact like code of silence
I react to bones that wild in it’s file business
I’m not a child I rinse the flip shit
I with kids that bitch in this to thickness
They didn’t make it
A life I take it
Been bakin’ it take stake in it fit
The zip code for flow is tip toe through skid row
Hit the roll on cold for fold up to stroll they tuck one and Sun
I shun them all solid Gold lung tend to expend
The residual minimal cash
That blast to task to master the Fast I’m after
Water then I’m plastered
I’m the bastard swordsman that record when
I Soldier intend to chill and fill my deal is real then so I tend
To peel steel

I need the DMT visions
In prison with the lift in
To siftin’ the sausage for cost to stock raw off it
I soften binge and floss when people cringe
I singe still inspect till I check reflect back on life
Like a knife I take life with it red stripe I’m gifted
With medicine I better than the Veteran
At settin’ ten up to lead struck as head bust
I sucka rush pluck a hush fool off cool for stuff to do
I fool a school with the rule teaching fuel with speaking
Sheet thing of LSD on the weekend
I be bent
Sent in my resume
You could guess I’m happy gay
Flap wings and zap heat with stings I sing
I ring the phone and prone
I stoned a lot on Pot I shot a fought the taught the class the ass out
Of luck pass out the blast down the crown with the frown
All over town
It’s here and now
Like a plow I prepare fields for Ganja real thick smoke clouds feel yah
I seal the reaction that black son I in fact stung

You could night crawl on the grass
Call it a class so in a flash the stash
We got big stash relax
I flap a wing pigeon
Sing that thing in in
The bring dinner bell ring you sing
I sting the lead in em
On meth I used a lot and got awful hot
And Yang
I stang a fool who bring a tool to rule
So uncool they shoot fools and scoot crews off it
I soften it lost in the hit of reflex on decks
Check off the boss to cost for reflex sauce
I let the lost for they tossed Ganja is my boss
I flip and flossed
I raw struck the shuck of the thing to mingle with
Ringing hit the thing with the King in this within it
I sing it with the bring hits who could do flips and trips
I love medicine
But I consider myself a Ganja Smoking Veteran
Since I was little I hit the hit you’ll fiddle with it
Riddle in the mix was a twist like they fist might
Hit on the mic with types
I sight on hard on guard for the Yard on the farm
Don’t be alarmed
I’m a tripper
Smooth dipper ripper of the air and tear it you scared there
I still a player in the late night
Rapper’s Delight


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860821 - 09/08/23 04:59 AM (6 months, 6 days ago)

High Energy Water!
With herbs and spices
Twice it’s ready to slice up steady the head heat
Said beat on the street defeat crews complete
Lose their tools and ski
I Tree up to reduct I struck
I pluck outta luck kids with flow fifths off trips
I mix a six in with within to begin this fix in the mix and
The bag of tricks end
I tend to expend the dead off red blood fed flood
I said stuff that handcuffed a rough job
Off the slob serve a corn cob pipe and hype
An asswipe strike his mic with light
I just write rhymes ignite times on sight
I take flight and delight in Y I tie up high up
My line cut with prime time rhyme find me
In behind heat with the line sweet
I rap to the beat and eat up fools
Uncool is the rule in school to pack a tool
I fuel the feud between do it again and then new in the end
Send it spread benefit right ready with the flip tight steady
I like my head heat
I beat a deal to feel real energy the memory is a Chi in Chinese

Fastball!
Wax wall
A fact stall Tai Chi and me
Without the brawl I follow fall
Snow with blow
Nose candy show promise
In the intense
Without a mob I incense strong
I lift it long hit a bong
Sing a song
Bring a long a thing wrong
With the wing drawn
I clip the lawn
And sip the on and on
Herbal beverage
To use leverage
I several advantage
My vantage point
I anoint
I coin the phrase
That slays in Sun Rays
For days I turn page
And age like sage
In a rage
I flip the tight gauge
I just amaze
People crazy
With phase heat
To blaze on the street
Always get defeated
They unseated
Depleted
Needed fed up

Let’s have a War!
I thought before of a whore
Like a floor showcase stasis
Basis in fact is tack
Max the sack up with whack dust
Trust that
A Soldier fact as bolder cat colder
I act bolder intact I scold your
Map off a back for the stack of bills
Kills with chills for it to score it
One more hit and that’s it
I rhyme fit
The mic I grip
On wine I sip when I drink fine in time
I rewind
Inclined on the spine to behind the lines
I drop dimes and commit crimes
I lift blind folks and toke them out with smokes
I choke myself when I roll stealth
I melt metal out the kettle settle that
Red cold rap that dead bold fact
On the tactic that back split up to black duck
The ruckus
You could tuck this and still not suffer as much as
A victim of the sickening torture
That tore yah in two
Turn tight screw
Raps rhymes flew
Sight that who?
I right on skew
The crew is fueled by fools with tools
Who think they cool and smooth
Light comes back in tune with the few in


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #860825 - 09/08/23 12:29 PM (6 months, 6 days ago)

All the slight insight
I light brains
And hope trains cross the tracks on the way back
In the sack I got the stack
I max an act of the attack was it such as
The buck has to lick dazzle
Rip rasp your blasphemy
I rap it it tightly
Nightly I go on missions
Within’ wishin’
The decision isn’t mine
Yet I shine
I shot blind in time I recline again
Ganja grows on the shows that blend flows
I know these rows well of the chosen dwell
In the homestead farming flow led to mo dead
I roll heads
I code red
Sold medicine I relatively in sync with ink on the pen
I a Veteran of the letter then
I bust a get you in the rough
For scuff to toughen you up you suffer
I buffer than lust ward to sword
Before the cord chopped I roll it up popped
Flocked the birds walked then flew
Flights in two screw the brew I witch in crew
I list the tools you use
I’m not new to this I’m true to this
Cruise up the fist shoe fits
Mood twisted with listed black specialty relative to gel it big take a swig
Of the potion in motion I soaking’ in
On a trip I flip the haps with raps
What’s tight is the relapse

In the drug game by name
What stew of flame lit up by the way in
The way out to shout about it
I routed down the sounded clown
Without the experience shed a tear in this
You need the trips
I got tons of Ganja Meth plus Herbal Bomber
I’m calm yah mom sung along smoked a bong and lit prong
All degrees gone in the breeze
I like the light Trees and cop skis or practice Tai Chi
I match this tight flight right speed to fight I mighty
I sight to see in the wee hours working with powerful forces
Of course is the tour slid on core skid the floor bid
I more than skip it I always trip in the sector you caught a lecture
On how I inspect yah I just laugh and next burn they learn
They need to burn sum release the gun and for sure get spun
I relax and rung backs intact with fat sacks they raise the tax on raps
I capped so flack in back with the stack I rock a maximum
All that clapped hands and some wax did hum
All number one I so from the drug I dug a core out to store
Floor is the more than you hit it when I lit it
Herbals and don’t quit it I sit it out
Spit it out and shout the rhyme route
What come about is a sound that’s profound
I licensed to ice up the cut
Twice you get shut and stuttered I shuttered my windows
As the wind blows

Growing Herbs
All word to birds from curves
I turned
Into cement
Enter the Event
I be spent on lyrics
I steer ships into peer slip
The tear drip
I might have to trip
I clip a sip off stick in the mud
For blood they thug as rub you backward
A sack toward scored I master swords
I cord cut the swore I shut the place down
With the Crown all around you could hear the gunfire sound
Yet lounge
I hit up Pounds of Ganja shot the bomber offa one
I Sun I brung then lung to retire on fire

I admire Ganja Growers
Farmers slow down and fold yours
I core was a tore bug they need drugs
I lit up a thug and dubbed some heads
Like this intend to strike people dead
All murderers fled into the hills
I get chills when I think of the ills
This top bill is for sitting chill still
They type A might stray from The Kill
Sticky Ganja Green in the Golden Pill
For reals yo


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #860834 - 09/09/23 05:09 PM (6 months, 5 days ago)

That’s that guy!
All crews they wonder why
He’s on Ganja and Soda Pop
Now all the crews won’t stop
He hit up clock
A Soldier flowed to cold there
A murder bare in the stare
A honey glare
Who’s this payer skatin’ air?
I flip a fair one
I licensed with the gun
I murder one
All scum hit the bucket
To murder in stuck in to kin
You just can’t win
Even that guy wonders why now
All murderer come how
You further gone down the hole
All ski in soul below the glow
To hold the flow steady
You better be ready
Catch a head rush and heat
Even the Soldier caught defeat
Yo you gotta eat in the street
Busting cold sheets
Of told sweet thing
All you want is the steel wing
With hollow body sing!

Dead Trees
All lead cheese
I feed
The seed that indeed
Lead to the head change in the page turned burned
Up the stock of private reserve
A car swerve
I locked a bird
And clocked a rock stock up the product that shot the aqueduct
These rhymes erupt
I such as cut with the stuck shit I tripped one day and mixed
The fix with the sip of Bud the thug under that mugshot
Some fool got caught and sought the cure
It was pure until I hit the manure the Meth that fewer kids rid of
It fits like glove in the tight dub
We be makin’ a lot of guns that shoot
All the fruits with loot scoot you
A bruise through true who flew?
I thought you knew

I beat the warrior’s drum
Come sometime why
I’m into Psilocybin
Been inside the mind then
Looped it stupid crazy
All thoughts are sought after
The master
The plug of thugs that hasta fuck shit up
I rap so rough
I hit up high dose
With my eye close to the coast to coast
Then the World
I hit it early
A third string G with a early Ganja Tree
I bird and speed
I rougher seed than breed
I tight need the insight flee
Me in tight I reignite
Flame in the brain screaming down the lane
Simple and plain
I light your name
On sight you shoot
Pollute the few whose ace is tasteless
Odorless traceless
In the makeshift thing switch
The mix up
Put your 6 up
You gotta get sick of stuff Cluck
Your head and then bled and then dead
In tight within instead of said
What’s read
Out loud in the crowd
I lock down the pound click
I got stock of juice thick
Plus multiple styles of hit
Picked from the wild

Capitalism
And the War On Drugs
The Freedom to Earn Profit
And the War on the People
The Everyone
Who found God in the Drugs
That Turned Them On


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #860836 - 09/10/23 02:09 AM (6 months, 4 days ago)

Chronic
On your stock you’re locked
Shot up the product
Smoked rock since
The clock rinse the brain with
The rain drips
I’m in the lane for hits
Except I fit in
Bitten lyrics of mine all the time rhyme
I pull off a crime and sign
Drop a dime on me
You ain’t G or P or got any key
You stop and freeze
Lock at the knees
Drop them skis you got
You get shot
I rock a rock until it’s clocked
At top speed the frost breed
A tossed seed grew into too many
For anyone to smoke head will be afloat
On this note I choke on smoke of Ganja
Been on the bomb and I bomb yah
On bombing run I’m the calm Sun from run that back
Fill a stack with actual fact a crew react
Spoon fed this rap and that’s the haps
I clack crack up to sack up
Make them back up and hack up mucus
Through the roof hits
With true grit I shoot trips
On Cocaine I flip
I right to trip Crack Cocaine lit
Spike in fit with the mix untwisted mind lifted

Mom set to scorch your sight
By the torchlight
You could brighten
All insight win the tighten
The fight when the heights end
I right then
I might send a letter to a friend
Better than pretend is real magic
Mushrooms are never tragic
You could eat the bag ripped and tripped
I slightly dipped into it in thick
With tricks up the sleeve magic weave a pattern to believe
In the matter of fact I deceive people
Shout out there’s no equal
With the team drew on lean crew
I beam flew into scene for the stew
The wind blew
I got a license to do what I gotta do
It’s so true
I ruined I doin’ time true in I new in the find of slew them in a bind
To movin’ in the blind eyesight beyond fright
I could cold tight this and tighten fist
I don’t like that so I just dissed everyone sniffed blow
Go below on tip toe hit Skid Row
As the show continue I been through it yo
I dice up the twice cut the nice tucked one a gun for fun?
You don’t understand the brand and how it Sun on command
I take the stand and label you a criminal
The gun violence isn’t minimal
I live in a real World where blood spurt and curdle on the burn yo
Just cause you a punk doesn’t mean you should have a gun
I’m number one

Massed it the class kicked it like Plastic Glock with the shock
In stock is block chalk outline
You could count crimes by the signs
I lock in lines for minds is the blind lift
I rhyme swift still I chill Ganja Trip
Till you get ill you could drug up still they thug up
Bill they shrug cut
The such as money gun heat
The street compete with feet marching down the block
Hard thing a Glock to stock it clock bits and pieces
Release the Genius and you deem this unfit as quit
My mic lit I hype a six off the mix to type mix flips the sight trips
I just bent sent the time back for 9 on line they sign
Recline in the blind spot yo you got shot I fold a flock
Of birds third as curved I served a fool heard of cool they drool
For the fuel I cheer offa beer?
Never that I fill up in a snap got the gat and I comeback
I intact with the sack of Ganja Flowers rap for pound stacks
I map the intact still they jacked all I need is to release the strap
That’s cold hard fact
That you blacken darken on park then ten up in the head
Rhymes leave people dead in the spread I intend to instead
Hit the red zone with prone from the fled from the War
That’s tore and to the core


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    #860839 - 09/10/23 11:02 PM (6 months, 4 days ago)

A drunken Soldier
Took fire
Then got higher than the heavens
I admire the valor
The low calorie beverage that separate the men and then straight up
You caught it late stuck I ate up on a truck
With some luck I made it Cluck
I hated ducks
With bucks they struck me
A posing plea to chosen see the bros in it flee
They never get bloody with money
I represent gun heat on the street

I caught a lift off Amphetamines
I sleep in dreams
I seen the in tight scheme
To create the cream
You could see a light beam
Find your scene and flip the ether
A teacher much bleaker than this
Doesn’t exist
I flow cold with the fist
Scold your hiss on tracks
Come back track the sacks
A max in this black
I be on that contact
With the drug styles in Rap
We hit the hat off
The slack boss
Crossed his losses off
Christening the toss the thing
A rifle swing hit the enemy
Shit gets deadly

To create the track
I black
Put Psychedelic on the map
I could trap maps up
The rack saw straw bed that’s heavy
I steady
Get the ground ready for the red sweep
Bloody
That’s why I represent Gun Heat on the Street

You showed me blood and cut
Swipe the nut
You truck through without a clue
I slap you up fool
Likeness in this crew is few
I like to do that thing
That fluid bring
It back to it
I stack Platinum
All this rap and hum
On tracks that stung
Fatal
You get licked on the naval
And hate grey ball
I fade followers of the law
I broke a jaw
And licked the LSD
All licensed like dawn
A crisis this mic’s lit
I hype and strip
The device back grip
It twice cut you slipped
I dipped in the stash
Then pulled out cash
And Fasted Water

We tripped offa Ganja
When you trip it you dip into it
Go through it like screw head
Grew the Grateful Deadheads
I red feds off blood
In the mud
We cultivate Ganja Bud
We trip so cuts of varieties
Don’t try to G off us
We on the Magic Bus
Willing to trust in no one with no gun
People carry guns for fun
Don’t bring that Meth Vibe around The Tribe
We get it live and test psychedelics
With Ganja Strains the relish
Life explains
The way in which God made the Ganja
We bomb on and on yah
Stay calm
Get the lucky charms from the farms
Garden Grove all like this life told
Us the key was to be free
To grow Ganja at ease
With our trees


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    #860840 - 09/11/23 10:59 AM (6 months, 3 days ago)

Flip a stat
Off Water up at bat
Comes the law the fuzz
What was as cuz
Release does the rhythm buzz
In prison
We made the decision to stick with Ganja vision
I light livin’ high in the sky
The eyeball was wide and tall
Seeing all
I’m a being of the call of the Herb
I word as 3rd I flip a bird
Get absurd with THC
Release a G to be free
And let them ski
Everyone wants to smoke a Tree
Right now and in fact we search for Gold
All rolled into one I got a gun from Meth
I ripped it to death
To find the treasure chest
You second best at dealing death
Revealing a rest stop
At all Techs popped Glocks
Reflect on top shocks
Clock rock steady
Now I’m ready to flow
All like this I type to twitch and glow
Before you know you moving slow
Rip it and trip it from below
The toe up sold the hold that tuck one
I relax in the Sun breeding my Ganja
One Love

Stalk down the block with locked up
Chalk screech
Each piece was East Coast
The toast
Before flows show it’s roll
Under control
The Meth fold up
I sold shut windows
The wind blows
The thing slows down
All the Crown release down
All the pounds drop to nonstop click the pop
All shop shot up the rock product top aqueduct
The mock you struck with
A buck bitch
As tight stitch
You wish you had this satellite dish I got
I got it hot to top it don’t stop it
We realize the eyes in the topic of disguise
Was optic no lies
I die in the arms of the farmer’s daughter
I caught her smoking grass in the past
I flashed a whiplash at crash to service stash
What a blast huh?


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860842 - 09/12/23 09:11 PM (6 months, 2 days ago)

Tai Chi is the best known medicine
You could get fucked up like a Vietnam Veteran and then
Get your head to stop spinning
Through the beginning to the end
Tai Chi is your friend
You battle
You rattle sabers
You hit up all the flavors
I entertain with dance routines after sight unseen
The light seem to be the cream
And it is in fact
It is the highest stage of combat
The fat of the land
Is the brand at hand
You do so as you understand
Tai Chi by popular demand

The War Dances of The Elders
Melted and Disappeared
Like a spear in the fear
Of death
What’s left is emptiness
A not knowing
From the flowing
Going toe to toe and
The brand is a Zen Koan
Unsolvable to the bone

I came down after the peak
I sought a seat to sit and think
Every drink I took made me look
I shook up
Cooked up new styles
With new files
I smile
As I practice the Dances
I shall never forget
One day the threat will fade
And the Psychedelic
Will still tell it
I Melt into trip

Black Dragon Lock
Controlled the block
Before I took stock
Of what was
Does
And has always been
I sought to study them
These
Thoughts of Masters Passed
Everyone brought their own experience
And left with a tear shed
In reference I see everything

The Chemical Route
I lit chemicals
That rebels smell and yell from
I could tell from
The Water Well Sprung
I gun up to sum up
I done stuck with blades
And truck done with
This trip
I lit a brain and flame
Light it and tight it
I write it about Chemicals
So you could get the Federal Criminals Pulled from Cells
Dwell Free and Smoke a Ganja Tree!


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Edited by Solid Log (09/13/23 10:18 AM)

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    #860844 - 09/14/23 10:57 AM (6 months, 12 hours ago)

Stillborn as warn
Into your kill torn
In the morn
I sling billfolds and sworn
I chill more than
The floor spread I’m ill dead as fed
With the till head made the X mark I dark
I chill in the Park on drugs a narc
I subject stark as bark
I killed the shark
All my raps chart
In the UK each day
As way as play with the Mac 10 Spray
I ill a way to fade into grayed
I evade the stasis I bladed
Which way was this?
I made it big never afraid of trip

I ill as Crack Cocaine
I chill as rap dope slaying
I’m just saying
Hunter was my way into drugs
I got a slug from his gun
It was hard won through tactics
That back split up the fact spit rough
I blacken on Crack then
Stacking wads of cash for inflation
By the station I had relationship with Crip
I dip a sip up of the tip tough as rough
I got the stuff yo
The blow we gonna rock up as show
Hunter Biden inside the
Prison Walls then
I scored the Mac 10 Weapon
All crews crept on Crack Cocaine
Simple and plain get slain


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/14/23 12:59 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860846 - 09/16/23 07:33 PM (5 months, 29 days ago)

The Earth
Had the burst of bushel basket goodness
Good wood weapons for check settin’ the death then with dance
I represent the chance
That fans of Earth rehearse for the drill to kill
And still the Earth chill
I like the fill up on the really real cut of stuff to drink
A juice drink what you think?
It’s good to wet it
I don’t fret it
Even though I smell like death right now
I eat the animals
Allow the chance for my mandibles to gush blood
I have fun chewing stuff
I get rough and tough with the gusto
I bust blows down
I service the crown in town with smile
The farmer was at Shaolin with the Challenge
I value a good fight so I showed up at night
And killed him
Really max a mil’d him
I got the really real spin with will winds to fringe
I hinge on bet set to jet
Speaker blow out the threat
I pick up the Tech

I unseated the blast
Of math with taxes
The back get the track rendered with Ganja
I blow up on one or two joints
On point I’m anointed
I hit the boys in town with down style round file
Lowriding
It’s exciting to do something you love
So when push come to shove
They try to when you high
Push you on the ground and stomp you out
I went the murder route
I shouted out to doubt trip round the crown to town
I got the big fist with the mountain of Christmas Tree Sativa spears
That fear is
I fear nothing hear this
I tear up and twist I sear the bliss
I dissed a fool with no cool
I ruled with a tool and flipped the fuel
My bird connect was so phat I hex the crowd respect
I tore down solid from the neck
It’s involved and the Tech came later skater
Methamphetamine
I seen a Veteran Marine serving cream
So I pulled out the bean and smoked it down with the team
I respect the Military
God Bless America


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/16/23 09:41 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860848 - 09/17/23 09:23 AM (5 months, 28 days ago)

I lit off a step to shotgun a hot one in rep
I drop ton in effect I cop some
I shock guns
I rock stun the clockwork sum
I not a jerk I first to work it
I shirk it the evidence
Left you present tense on the fence
With cold weapons
I step into the arena
You shoulda seen a
Crew that gleam true as blue I steam through the team drew
Back and capped an ass
My task was to flash make a dash and cash
I Soldier past for master
I sat the stuck cut the bust nut glutton
I such in the rut in explain the game
Stuck then remain a drain
On buck then
I murder then
I sold your defense intense to be blend
I recommend your head trip
Rewrite the Platinum Crown
With Soul top down
I licensed round like Mike Tyson

Hard Drugs!
AWWWWWW Yeah!
Hard drugs with your guard up I rewrite the dub the brains
Lit in lanes like explosions with the flame
I bite a name off the lane law the insane claw draw
The entertain I saw
I blame the law for fuckin’ with the Hard Drug game as I straw man
I soul to understand when you got grands
I service man seen a plan
That outline
I shout about rhyme
I got an undersigned Soldier find for fore more as War I to the core
Hard Drugs
What the fuck you fuck shit up for?
I seen them tore on the street scene
All light beams light gleams
I slow down for the rounds to pound through flesh
Got the text message
My drugs is coming with sex with the Hard Drugging
Anyone chugging beer or whatever clear
I steer on pills I pop
Got a Glock and I don’t stop
At the sign I just went blind
I rock a dime spread my mind intend to bind in the dead
I fed a lead sign I bed time
I red rhyme I said my mind is diamond
We got heads that unwind and it’s said
I spread eagled I see the feeble
I light the key bell in evil
Hard Drugs in each jail cell just as well


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/17/23 09:45 AM)

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I'm a teapot


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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860853 - 09/17/23 09:53 PM (5 months, 28 days ago)

Roses are red
I'm finally not banned
Join the ban lotto
Don't be a punk bitch

DropC
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:rockman:


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Re: poem [Re: spirit_shadow]
    #860855 - 09/17/23 11:34 PM (5 months, 27 days ago)

I peak a Corona
Visions
High Times
Prison time for rhyme
Each in the sector
Mark the Tech you tote
I vote for less Tech
More respect
Herbs fire
Entire libraries
Go up in flames
Tight names
Beyond it
I strong to calm
Bomb
The mega on Ego
I ski slow below the table
Hand off the Cash
And dash
To the lab
Where they make the manufactured
I hit the sack
Took a third night off
As a write off
I’ve seen the boss
He got it going on yo

All I popped was Unholy Water
I caught a sort of fired up order
Medicine the Veteran
I Set the trend that end
I recommend Internal Chinese Martial Arts
So you could learn to screw into the Earth
Circulate Chi Relax and be Happy!

If it were easy then everyone would know it
I slid in easy with cheese
I got breeze
I flow and know it
I roll with the hits
Hold focus
All the hocus pocus
Magic
I brown bag it
Drink the drink
And think about it

At dawn
Angled off Water
A court order
I joined the boys
Singing choir
I hit it higher
I’m on fire
I got a spare tire
So I try yours and mine
Every time I shine
I blindness
Inflict the stain
I remain
I trained so well
In hell I rebel
I dwell
I told tell
The way as made
In the shade or sun
Under the gun
I service sum
I done this one
I from this ton
I hum and drum
I rung and come with the
Stun
Spun the tongue and cold cringe
As I hinge


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/17/23 11:53 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #860857 - 09/18/23 12:11 AM (5 months, 27 days ago)

Iron shirts
Iron curtains
Iron surface
Iron furniture
Iron burned
Iron melted
Iron smelted
Iron in the kitchen
Iron a knife
Iron stick in
Iron whizz through
Iron a bullet
Iron pull it out
Iron for the task
Iron for combat
Iron a flask of oil
Iron boiling kettle
Iron max a metal
Iron settle
Iron deposits
Iron shot gets
Iron slept on it
Iron out on a bong hit

Catch your section
Each section connection
Each reflection a step in
The right direction
I definition of kinship
I lead the been ripped
Off skipped the rock
Clocked shocked
I talked about it
And routed
Downtown to the hazard
The master
I dash the structure
I punctured the assumption
I best the test that fresh in
Kid within the family
Randomly assaults
Like an adult
You get punished
I stun the Set with bet
Murder
Curse the first to 33
I turn G and learn it
I burn it up
Into death
Congest the chest
WIth the S
I get a rep

See inside the blind
A million eyes
Fry on the sign
On wine I recline
I spot die on the shot
Mind in this caught
Well taught
Bought off the Street
No longer in reach
I seek each exit
Wrecks Tex Mex edit
The credit I set it
Deadhead it the frets fingered
I lingered on death injured
I singe blurred
Worried in a hurry
I Murder heat so sweat

Curve a beat
To Soldier on his feet
I soul to complete
Diet in the riot I shot time split
In two as the focus
Past and Future who wrote this?
I voted out doubt
I coat with Herbs
Word as a server
On a back burner
I churn the seas
Cure disease
Medicinally I see many Trees


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (09/18/23 12:50 AM)

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