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 Solid Log
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#855733 - 03/01/22 09:39 PM (1 year, 25 days ago) |
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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.
Edited by Solid Log (03/02/22 02:39 PM)
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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: feevers]
#855893 - 03/17/22 09:36 PM (1 year, 9 days ago) |
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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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spirit_shadow
Old mate firebender
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We got us a lil rainbow Tonka truck up in here 
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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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spirit_shadow
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I actually dig it by the way 
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
Edited by Solid Log (04/08/22 09:49 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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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spirit_shadow
Old mate firebender
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A fellow Dr Seuss reader I see
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
Edited by Solid Log (04/13/22 07:24 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
Edited by Solid Log (04/19/22 08:10 PM)
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Old mate firebender
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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#856533 - 05/02/22 02:09 PM (10 months, 18 days ago) |
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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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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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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
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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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Niffla, it’s dark in here, it stinks like a skunk, and I’m getting really scared. Help.
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Edited by 1234go (05/03/22 08:35 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#856549 - 05/04/22 10:24 PM (10 months, 16 days ago) |
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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#856570 - 05/07/22 07:50 PM (10 months, 13 days ago) |
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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?
Edited by Solid Log (05/12/22 05:44 AM)
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Fleabag Friend
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Fuck you Flowie
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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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (05/16/22 07:43 AM)
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Texas Honey Badger
No Fucks Given
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 Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#856670 - 05/16/22 03:29 PM (10 months, 4 days ago) |
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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
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I eat Cobras and Pie
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
Edited by Solid Log (05/26/22 03:02 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
Edited by Solid Log (06/13/22 06:38 PM)
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1234go
Sex Machine
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Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#857316 - 06/15/22 08:29 PM (9 months, 5 days ago) |
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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
Edited by Solid Log (06/19/22 03:37 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#857449 - 06/26/22 08:36 AM (8 months, 26 days ago) |
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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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Solar Nexus
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (07/02/22 07:30 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (07/05/22 07:41 PM)
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Solar Nexus
Registered: 04/20/08
Posts: 233
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Roses are red!!!
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (07/16/22 05:25 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (07/23/22 02:42 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (07/25/22 11:05 PM)
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Grandmas Boy
Registered: 05/23/14
Posts: 164
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Your rap sucks, I clap your slut
Cheeks slapping I tap my nuts on her butt
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Grandma loves you
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Jenny
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
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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
Edited by Solid Log (08/04/22 11:53 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (08/24/22 05:27 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (08/31/22 05:56 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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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Sex Machine
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Posts: 78
Last seen: 6 months, 10 days
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Nice one. I like the MF Doom punctuation flow thingy you’ve got going on it comes off nicely. 
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#859054 - 09/09/22 11:22 PM (6 months, 12 days ago) |
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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
Edited by Solid Log (09/11/22 03:07 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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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Natty
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I read every word in this thread
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This is a step up from the usual solid logs.
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Re: poem [Re: remix]
#859183 - 09/22/22 02:37 PM (5 months, 30 days ago) |
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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
Edited by Solid Log (09/26/22 04:32 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (10/07/22 06:56 PM)
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Old mate firebender
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (10/13/22 11:17 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (10/17/22 01:34 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Some rappers knew they couldn’t last
Herbal Blast!
The Herbs that make you say word up
Number one is some Ganja
The Blast Bomb Yah!
At last you the don of buds
Coming up with cuts every day
The DJ Slay
It causes tooth decay but that’s OK
Cause you drink juice
You never catch a deuce
It’s loose women prison and decisions
About the herbs
Word up causes all that heard to duck
Yo I don’t give a fuck
I smoke bud
And chew a little licorice root
With ginseng to boot
Herbal Blast collect the loot
It’s the shootout in the Old West
To see who’s the best gun slinger
I smoke buds and do it with two finger
The old spice route
How the spice is shipped
I dipped into spice
Like ice and clip
A murderer sip on some shit
I lit a joint
It’s the point to get it avoid
The deadly send heat up the creek
Speak each week about food for thought
All I bought was pot
I clocked a lot
It’s on my block dizzy
I whizz chief in the Indy circuit
I don’t work it it plays for days
And all that hay is amazing
I be blazing
My rap stays in command
Like desert sand I work on demand
I jerk the suntan is the gun’s plan
To go off and raw straw saw you all
Above the law
With awesomeness
I flow with softness the herb’s gift
I busted with the meth the tech
Saw crept up to leapt up
You better duck for luck
Run for cover before the meth
Smother your life
You beg for forgiveness on ice
With shakes and tremors
In a near death state
It’s really great
Cookin’ up some plate
The date was for buzz to rub off Cuz
Of soap Suds and slip I’m hip
To the grip money something funny
Like gun heat
I bust one two three times the rhymes
My mind is set I fret over debt
And the edge for the sledgehammer
Slam God damn my bammer flows heat
I got disease with fleas bitten
I’m smitten by the love of meth
Until one day I got hit in the chest
And the rest is history
Edited by Solid Log (10/20/22 05:46 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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I lived all live to survive
Trying to legalize since 1999
I knew it
I grew up as the cool kid
On the block
All the girls on my jock
I didn’t murder Mr. Spock
I clocked mega buds
Buying quarter pounds
All warp your rounds
Come down with clouds of smoke
I toke joints
Most people haven’t smoked a joint
I toke expert and anoint
I used to roll up an ounce and hit the speed freak pad
Smoke everyone out and glad to do it
I run crew through hits and stay lit
I had speed dealers living above me
I had tried smoking crack so I fell for the gun heat
Now all I do is smoke weed or have a cup of coffee
I’m looking for a sheet of clean LSD
Shifting into the Modus Operendi
All Men die one day
Not everyone slayed
Some die slow from old age
Turn the page on Grandma
She saw seen a lot a human being
Experience the same thing
Take you under the wing to sing
Songs like Bongs hit
You just can’t quit tripping once you
Start dripping
All equipping kids with the tools for gifting
Kids be riffing on shit about to bit bite
I rhymes all night contemplating kids and what
They did it’s to rip roar
All kids tore
Like The Roaring Twenties there’s plenty of
Gangsters
I spank kids who Bang
They sang and I rang their heads with my sped
Up federal criminals essential licks
I got the Country Thang
Before bells rang I hang on the corner
There’s one or two corners in town
Town is downsized into small fries
Less than 2000 people
We all know each other like brother and sister
Your Mr. Martial was partial to the High School Football Team
I love the way Football be in the small farm town
Word gets around
I was afraid to cop a pound
Both dealers went down busted for dealing
Freewheeling speed freaks copped for me deceased
Was this one kid my friend who brought me 10s of meth
People into Meth in the rest of town too
It’s funny cause the money made to stay payed
I stayed up all night counting to get spray on
I lay long downtown to fray crown cable down
Yeah it’s like how it sound
No violent crime
Always with peace of mind a piece of my mind
I’m from LA Los Angeles in decay with gangs and drugs
Thugs all over you don’t want to hit the block it’s all over
Fast drugs lead to
Fast blood for Fast thugs
Plugs pulled
Dulled wood grain stain with blood
Servin cluck
Murder fuck if you should
Don’t blame you
Good to aim true
So many murder cases with empty faces
I aces with the place fixed it’s tasteless
The makeshift
Basepipe lit let’s get equipped
Smoke crack in the thick of smoke clouds
We get high and come down
I like to train around a way in the ground today
I drowned in Hay
Further I stay up late and debate
On the way plate spin decay sin for the play I win
Cocaine
I’m livestock beef thrive off vitamins that reefer creeper
Don’t be my teacher I can’t see each your way every day
I knock you the fuck out with no delay
You’re lucky I don’t poke your eye out
You fucking cow
If you a horse go pull a plow
I hit up Down South
They run their mouth all loud on liquor
I seen shit there
I fit stare at him on the air for flicks
With kung fu kicks to beat the shit out of their dicks
I rips tear My fist flair I the best you dare me?
I scare G beware of feed fed blood red Wu Tang
We serve and we bang on suckers who claim set
I got my aim bet it might seem strange to jet
But I head back to the pad
I’m always glad to be alone in my zone
I know some chill heads but still rare is the scary
Bury you pain through the roof with juice I shoot
Bids like slid smoke a lid and skid to a stop in bed
Fall asleep like I’m dead for the day all the way
I worship buds
The structure
Of the go fuck yourself punk ass bitch
What the fuck do you know about shit
Want me on alcohol and cigarettes
Tell you what I get you lit once
And you never forget
No sweat
It’s in the test
Or hit it to the chest
I mix the rest I suggest
Smoking a bean every now and then to clean
Out head
Relax you said you murder feds
The curvature
Like a chick’s tits
You murderer
You need trip
I won’t light you up cause you can’t handle it
Become a vandal and spit
Gangbang then quit and try some shrooms
LSD Peyote or DMT
Then you raps ethereally
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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I saw a fighter tighter than a rider
On an airplane with no radio play
Claiming set all day swaying
And saying how delay in his
Aim meant he came kept up
Leapt up to struck the passenger
Master work fast that jerk
Weapons with no fluidity
In the city pretty little be
Ditty Bop nonstop for the clock
Rock his shock like tick tock
On with hot shit
Lost hint on the soft dent
Perform form meant to the worn
Spent in the norm for reform
End the storm
A fighter is born
I killed a Cop during martial arts practice
I hatched the plot to still his shot after he got
Served I swerved on him and dog gone went
Plum loco no joke bro the cop got stoked so
I provoked ganja tokes in the audience
One chick let out a scream when full steam
I ran the Cop over and beam with some cream
On the gangster lean for a dream team
To take over now you see how I be in like soldier
I fold yours I golden doors into Heaven
I 7-11 I get brethren to set for several men to jet
Heck is wreck for sex to text message flex
Fully X off the rest for spot smoke pot why not?
To wank off to spank off to thank Hoffa Jimmy
Mafia Boss with the shimmy shine mind it’s time
To masturbate if you supercharge you don’t
Have to wait between orgasms you just come
And span the chasm it has em
Like ransom for grandson to brand buns
Land some from hand job come the man slobbered
On his chin to win solemn all tall when he solved
The problem and involved sin for following God
The steel rod beat him over and aver again
Mikey Neides is the truth I drank Old English to get a boost
Drunken technique each tiki torch lit on the path to split ass
Fast gash tearing wearing brain out with staring at anus
It’s famous you lame just claim to bust and trust lust
For fame I adjust the insane count 10+ earthquake
Richter scale break no mistake I wake up people and read
Them evil literature they blur and disappear with tear
I seer the meat no defeat I’m complete I eat the beetroot
And shoot street people like cute in the toot cocaine lane
I was spoiled for toiling in the Soil King thing
I oiled to bring hash oil to ease the sting of wingtip
That bring trip I sing Mick Jagger swagger I tagger
I fag your bag up to sag pant suck shit get stuck
For fuck I break truck and don’t duck I rupture the butt
I suck for the lust trust that bomb fat fold cat for gat
Sold data I at a party matter heart G don’t be smart
Cause I beaten over the head every day that way
I’m gay because I play with a guy’s thighs and disguise
My boner as loner stoner except I’m owner on loaner
With the Jones for store burst with the worst cursed items
I light em excite friend for tight end I’m right to spend money
It’s funny with gun heat to repeat defeat and unseat President Trump
I want to smoke hash oil with you
That’s how I jump you into my crew
We practice martial arts and take long walks
Through parks after dark even we ain’t scared
We well prepared to brawl disarm blade and call
Them names that’s all we trip take a nip of bud
And smother each other in love
Like hand in glove
That’s how the operation rubs off
We smoke dubs soft
Some of us smoke 20 dubs per day
No way could we go astray
I want to help you but God won’t let me
I’m set to teach martial arts to every stoner freak
I want to learn to speak Chinese
I meditate with Tai Chi and I don’t use amphetamine
I reinstitute the Constitution of the US after breaking the law
With a steel ball I threw at the tall Monument of Washington
I got the Compass With the G Masonry
I painted my windows white
It’s tight when I master the populace
I got all these Crips dripping on Trips and sipping Cactus
Don’t act up or you get smacked up
You lacked duck defense whence it came
The aim was accurate and match your head tilt back
You might get killed the attack was fact
A soldier all told your hold your hand
Cross the street you name brand
We made hash oil in the dorm kitchen
Listen
Everyone in college did a double take after toking get baked
They thought it was laced
I said nope it’s just concentrate
They thought it was great
It would have sold for $45 per gram
Full melt and everyone understand the bubble
I gave some to a homeless Vet who
Got me pounds of Mexican Pot
From over the hill we took the bus and head rushed
When we smoked the plush oil
It melts and boils and tastes so good!
Once I ate a huge amount with shrooms
And had the most powerful trip in the neighborhood
The clouds ignited and coiled and twisted like dragons
We rock the Sativa!
Got the Green and Brown shit look like ditch weed
They sold me on the Street the Dead kids in Santa Cruz
I’m not used to smoking that
We get Indica and Crosses mostly
No one imports Tropically Grown any more
We’d like to see floor to ceiling
Highs send you reeling
The feeling is great
Cerebral create the Cathedral Design for Mine
New Church on the Bird Perch
Getting the first come first serve is whack
We want it back
My mom smoked Dank Mexican Imports
Once my friend Ty found a roach on the Playground
When we were little kids
We sparked it up we did
It was the uplifting Tropical once again
I’m an Indica head from Hollywood
I think Global mixed with cultures from all over!
You clock a 9 up front never recline in the city
Too much pretty ass sipping rolling Fast
Causing blast bomb
I remain calm
Everyone else runs all over sounds the alarm
It’s the country charm
On the farm we don’t harm people
We all equal the sequel is to reach through
See needle in the haystack
All the crew always come back
The kids are whack
I love to hear a Brooklyn accent mixed in
With the country dialect begin
To sound hillbilly
All chilly
Really?
You still heat?
If you not from the city you don’t appreciate
The pretty trees and flowers
I want to grow ours
Our own of cut clone on the farm
Dry it in the barn
I smoke it like firearm in Compton
Edited by Solid Log (10/22/22 10:10 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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I turn bird on water word
I eat bird seed
All birds feed all day
Then drink Water instead of smoke hay
It’s nice to have grass and chill
But water fits the bill
I can still think of dreams I ink pen
All inside and then
I recommend water
I got a 45 day
I clicked heated up and saw the circle
I work fully through the Purple Heart
I got smart and planned my highs
Herbal in disguise I realize it’s to thrive and
Make the World nice
I quit ice
Cocaine is too dangerous
I like the head but I’d rather stay on water
You oughta try some
Put that gun away and turn into shroom brain all
To blame those who missed it
To get dissed and flipped
Water is trip it is shit
I’m the King of Birds
Fully Westside
I smoke the Left Side Herb
It chills at the spot and it rocks
I got Blue meth too
It unscrews you and opens you up to flew through
Time and space
The Blue was my ace
True to taste rare and I dare to find anyone else who come near
I’m nearly peerless
Royal Fam experience
I lift I got the gift but still hitch rides inside
I like to glide on some sweet
I smoke it eat broke fit for weeks
Toke and proceed to meet the needs
Of the people
This sequel is for the equal
I don’t have any big plans
Or demands only land to scope
And smoke the holy smokes
I’ll be happy when I plant my own trees and veggies
I’m an expert at horticulture growing ganja under light bulbs
Ridiculous
Shit they put us through
I never forget your face
You got me in a tight place
I knew since I was young I did nothing wrong
I developed beyond all my friends
Who had behavioral difficulties
Total geeks speaking of violence
Some joined gangs
I turned a bunch of friends on to herb
And they turned cool sang the song
Got into mushrooms or LSD
Me I smoked pure weed until I turned 19
And hammered mushrooms
I really hit it made the move up the middle
Hitting eight balls
My weight made me tall
With all said and done
I just begun as a psychonaut
When I grow under the sun my life has just begun then
I start life anew when they let my crew out of the underground
The learning curve burning nerves out on stimulants
I smoke a joint and get chopped on a walk
Burned out on the raw route I cook and shook
The World with my know how
Now everyone say Wow!
I’m good at it and graze like cow
I don’t allow now and again bitches who pretend to love
To sneak into my club
I rub a dub off some thug
And snub out
They took the wrong route
I don’t shout out to them I’m sick of disaster with men
Who can’t comprehend the effects of violence
I stare in silence while in it’s shape and form
It gets to be normal the killer bees swarm
I perform for form that take shape I don’t rape or murder
Something you never heard uh fuel me see
I Shock Gs with my style
Flow miles with piles of jewels
I don’t need tools
I meditate people are fools
I smoke steroid to tear void telepathic air avoid the tragic
Stare down the wear town down with banging gangsters
You should thank yours for the shank for the flank in store
I gank a bitch more when they stank of the sure thing
It swing they bang and can’t stop like clockwork
My knot jerk some work come from the hurt done in one
Swing the thing it bring you could sing and still be crowned King
For the time being I’m seeing it straight to rap great and hate on
Punk asses who fast to dash in and clash with the rash judgement
They error tear your shit try to scare your wit I bit dare them to hit
I terrorize guys who bang they act hardcore until they know
They got an ass kicking in store
Poor little things
It sting and hurt to murder
My shirt is further evidence of the tense
Some never ate they crazy
I sways a G
To stay back and Platinum with some act in done
Smoke Sativa hum believe it’s from the equatorial region
Being it only grows there all year season
I breeze in the herb for word it serve curve with the head high
I can’t deny I’m hooked even on how the buds looked
I love a cross but pure Tropical is the boss
I could toss an indica out the window I smoked so much before
Sativa is so rare it’s beyond scarce no one dares smuggle it
Into the United States for fate is to bring business to the
Picturesque places like Jamaica Thailand or Hawaii
I like to be in the thick of the tree to taste it and make it
Face lift into smile I haven’t been high for so long G
I smoke bongs or joints roll a bomber to get calmer with the taste
I misplaced my mind and fell behind when I couldn’t have ganja time
To myself it suffered my mental health get depressed a bit
It’s nice to stay lit constantly I smoke responsibly
Sativa oil is why I toil for labor for the flavor and major head blazer
Edited by Solid Log (10/23/22 05:57 PM)
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Solar Nexus
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Posts: 233
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Will you write me a poem about peanut butter poopy?
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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You want the organic
The soil is so dank you can’t manage chemical after the
Special Soul Glow of the Original intent on the bent for
How growing food went
I sent hate mail to Monsanto
They tried to kill me pronto
They were in for a big surprise
I shoved Ammonia Nitrate in their eyes
It’s all lies the pedal
About how you need the chemical
It’s dependence on it that help poison our environment
I don’t like toxic shit sprayed on my food
If it kills it’s ill
I wish I had the $100 bills to chill on Organic
Cocaine is good but not as good as meth
Meth is better than Cocaine, Heroin and PCP put together
I relax on plush leather after capping to sever off the head on meth
You dead lost in the end of times mine is grim biz I rhyme shit
And climb split the tree smoking Ganja for free
I love my Ganja is has bomb character
It gives you this incredible feeling that no other herb has the ceiling
You don’t worry about overdosing or even coming close and
The boast of men who tend the buds is large because they are in charge
They are the farmers we feel growing Ganja spin the wheels of time
This rhyme is to demonstrate how Ganja spins my plate
It helps me meditate
I’ve been practicing martial arts for almost 30 years
I used meth and cocaine and prefer Ganja cry tears of joy
Doctor Soupy writes the peanut butter poopy
Tons of scoops of feces goopy I stoop to take a taste
It’s Gourmet I play the guitar and sing of so far
As going to play at my friend’s house
He likes it when I untie his blouse
I killed a mouse in his house
It made an awful high pitched fart noise
I had to call the boys
They came and arrested my friend for letting a mouse in the house
I thought it was fitting
Ever since I’ve been fitting pipes
Until the Peanut Butter poopy Strikes!
The trip master with the faster hands to grab the acid tabs
I reach for jabs to ribs and kick the testes
I freeze my acid so it lasts long
I attack strong on the bong hits with tight grips
I fix a lip up my dick struck oil and makes water boil
I foiled the robbery
It’s my job to be slobbery in charge of retards G
I make a meal that I steal the ingredients for
I beach front more property by rising sea levels
I dishevels restful sleeping peeping Toms
I’m calm for the disarm of the homemade blade
In the shade I made grade people behave like evil
I peel in the back with the stack of cash
Giving bills with the chills with rap mastery
It has to be that way and gayness play
With the Azurescens handle Fireman’s Missions
Repeated overdoses of the closest thing to what bring
The unbelievable swing of the ringing bell to gel you
Through hell crew it’s nothing new for I do more
Damn it’s hellish you get put down and jealous
Of the chill head you ego dead
Relax kick back and said
I bled like it I’m type twitch Mike rich from Psilocybin trips
If you flip you might drip
I like it with hype
I ripe for another I smother the brother of each other
My rubber composition is the kitchen’s worst nightmare
I scare the butcher
I’m a good looker
I don’t see a hooker
I book her for chill
All is nil when you release and pop the pill of the East
You slide like grease
You deceased
Like slice of cheese
Bow down to you knees then hit the floor on all fours
Flowing with bird chirps the bird lurks in the sky
With an eye to swoop and kill
You might think that birds sound ill but Police are worse
They bust your ass and burst metal
They kettle boiling unsettling spoiling the place
With their Ganja Laws they need to be displaced
I hate a fucking Pig
They like to relax and take a swig of the hard liquor
Shoot their firearm stick their sticker
Once I called a cop a racial slur about the pork content
He came back with bomb meant to hurt me
But I worked his G over and left him sober bleeding on the ground
My teaching was profound
I’m one of the best fighters around
With hands or cold weapons
No way would I let a gay cop in the left end of the spectrum
Of my sect hum
Edited by Solid Log (10/24/22 10:03 PM)
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Eating flesh death come up best you can guess the rest
Foul breath digest with less ammunition
Hold the position
Rappers get dissed in the ass
I break glass to ring the fire alarm
I armed
I charm a darn fucking little bitch plucking
Sucking ass in class with luck bring grass
Toke it to task
No need to ask if I kill it in one hit
I fill up with drum kit
On the ill stuff
Psilocybin
Get live in it fry in the head
I set it
Never forget where you went to
My crew screw up the food truck
With smooth luck
I pluck a duck out the pond
I’m fond of duck meat
Cooked Cantonese
A delicacy
In my neighborhood banned the stranglehold
Realize how good I am BLAM!
A sucka damn caught luck when he ran
Not knowing who I am but sensing the tensing in himself
While I stay loose I roll stealth
I don’t show off I melt Psychedelic
I pop a relic to bell it with hits
Lit shit is the wick for the bomb
Blow up Like the Vietnam Draft
I laughed when I saw the task to ask me to kill
I said fuck you pay your own bill
I ain’t mafia so what’s stoppin’ yah from poppin’ some head?
Drillin’ till I’m dead until I fed it’s killer bread
And that said I further sped up to head off the truck
At the pass
I come up blast
Pulling out fast with the twin gats
I dash a sucka with bullet holes motherfucker
Lost Souls I tear your heart apart at the crossroads
I’m getting old to do hits at midnight
I write rhymes instead
I wish I was dead on the draw with the law with the cannon
I understand when people use the gun but I have no relation
I give the sensation of the way shit stain in the bloody rags
When I tags them
They dead men
I said friend,
Send me your last will
I kill still
Fit the bill for ill to drill and skill I left nil to those who fill up
Not carin’ about the past giving whiplash in head on collision
It’s precision work with weapons in the kitchen
Dish in the spit shine
I dissed mine my own
I’m a clone of the known styles of Gong Fu
Leave smiles on the few who go miles to see it
I be it
And free fit the hit
You seem like dick
So scram before I show you who I am
I’m glad I got time off from martial arts and glassblowing
I was a gangster and a killer
I clocked the iller trip
Taking more than sip I immersed
Quenching all thirst for head to turn dead red
I sped fed up later I skater
All cold hater my plate their
Spun wax like day care
I take care of kids
And slid right skids in tight to the space
My ace was some freebase
I did the chase for the cold case to taste
About faced
All the Freemasons
I’m great sin to get in with
I related all the spray I duck
On the Street good luck
No one can handle the Street Sweep
Who isn’t Wu Tang
Bleep
The kill goes down
I’m not talking about a pound of weed
The serotonin make you bleed
The harmaline in the brain natural X-ray
Through train
Your lane is ill
Cappin’ fill
And wax still
Rip the drill for warfare
Scare all the kids
Startle adults
It’s an insult to be involved with a woman
What you fuck you want in the Game?
I’m the same as another bird who came
With the lyrics
They fear gone tear hit up the beer lit
I rear end clip dip sip and trip
Plus skip the hip
From grass
I did meth and all types of shit don’t ask
I have an excessive Yang Metallic energy from Meth and Steroid
I have a good Wood quality from the all I be shrooming and booming
The Pot I smoked is no joke and worth it for Fire and Earth
I need to get married for my Water
I slaughter you oughta step back to Fort Lauderdale
Shit pale in comparison the clock all the fate you stale just wait
You get impaled on the plate people don’t understand
The Brand Label Wu Tang and how it rules the Thang around town
Soldiers are also down
People who have been tortured shock me and leave me in awe
I saw a guy in the market once who had been tortured by the Germans
He somehow survived
I hope he thrived I know he cried and screamed and cursed and worse
Spit and shit you get tortured don’t commit you permanently lit
They hard to hang with!
I got a dead Valentine
Rose for the flows
She on her toes
How it goes?
She knows
Wu Tang always shows aim
To break down and claim set
Before jet and wet it
I bet shit get hectic
When I crept up
Your head duck
Like lead cluck
Struck for some motherfuck
It gets murder you heard uh
Word up
Everyone wants to murder
Curve and swerve into the nerve
Hit some bird in the 3rd eye
Crush that shit
With the Phoenix Eye Fist
My wrist twist when I slay
I don’t delay
I golden ray of Sun
I’m on some carrots I sprung
A lung smoking the fairest
Finest leave you with blindness
To bitches and their shit
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Meth is a dungeon drug
All pulled the plug in the sequence
Get your freaks wet in the deep stench
Of the reek went the teacher bent your head
Fully bled out you said route
For some head clout completely led down the corridor
Considering Florida for retirement
My tire went flat
Fat cat sat
Call it black
Witch’s broom too soon under a full moon
You could spoon some coke but you broke toke Ganja
Stay away from hypes and glass pipes for meth
Ganja is the Dragon
What was for your cuz is the head buzz you said was
The flavor all crave more than behave on beer
You a slave to the rear back room
Attack soon
You lack high noon
Shootout
You flew down to Texas for one one day
It made you gay
So you decided to stay
It’s ill to get paid to slay
I murder every day
What the fuck you gotta say?
Don’t tell me about Satan
I’m blatant
Shame on you went to game roll through
I work on people
Like at the beach it gets evil
Sand in the ass crack
You can’t fool a black
They were enslaved then segregated
It’s fucked why black men demonstrated
They hated the white man to this day and
Spin the plate to DJ
Make the rap jams leeway
Allow for cow to graze in the maze
31 flavors
Aim yours at the sky and let one fly
I start to cry
How could I get thighs breasts and legs
I begs on the street for a keg of beer
Steer clear of the fear
I push shopping carts
Homeless
It’s a bone fest in the homeless shelter
Helter Skelter
I felt your meth venom
I wear tight denim jeans
I mean smoke on green
You a has been rapper
I master you ass like the clapper
I sap your strength
Gank your length
Then spank you
No thank you
I don’t fuck anyone handsome
I rank son
For the handkerchief
I burn a spliff
Chillin’ with my gun fully auto won the lotto liquor gets you blotto
My pot elevates the consciousness to bomb makes sense
Stay calm I recommend ganja
All kick back in a lawn chair
Screaming at thin air
Is no way to to fair
You could squeeze glare fully care about the flare
Get some player up on lair
Dungeon if you smokin’ meth come some way there
I stay bare naked butt to cut strut stuff
I cut your cuts off
I tuck some gun for the shit gets done
I’d rather shoot you than scoot you
If you fuck with me I don’t give a fuck about you G
I set up the head busting trusting lusting
Fuck thing luck ring true
For something new I threw away the stew
And had KFC
You can’t disease me
I ease in for free
Knowing how glowing found the low thing down
I blow your house around the town world
It’s swirled like Ben and Jerry’s
I marries a pint of ice cream
It melted
I help bitches with their felt tip pens
I recommend sausage
I the boss of hostages
My rock and roll get you nauseous
Like Fred Astaire I dance on air
I don’t tear A Holes open
Most are all ready broken and spoken for
I take ten tokes and go to War
With the big dick fix a trick
Stick the click with the lick up
Oral sex hex you then dead soon
Like Lead do in the Fed two in the Red Zone
Fluid I ruin prospects for objects to ram thrust
Up the Ass I cancel class and burn glass
My Mastery is championship league
I never fatigue I clock a mean ad lib
Had Acid Dropped it tabs that trip lasted
I Blasted most off the map it’s
Rancid now and Thanks to ass plow
I ask how to do the dance downtown
I’m a Noun a Person Place Thing I ring
Bird
Word
Shirt
Chirp
Jerk
Ganja
Bomb
Calm
Psalm
Mom
Mafia Don
Arm
Charm
Karma
Dharma
Digest
Acid
Bile
Liver
Shiver
Quiver
Dish Soap
Loc
Choke
Smoke
Hashish
Peyote
Slay
Homie
Lonely
Jonesing
Psychedelic
Head Straight
Fed
Sped Up
Meth
Death
Noradrenaline
Set
Wreck
Check
Flex
Murder
Wrecks
Hex
Ecstasy
Effect
Knock
Nonstop
Drop
Cop
Pop
Stop
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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I can’t see straight any more
My raps pour rain
I made a Zen contribution and
Got booted for my lens scope fluid
I threw shit at the Zen Master and Hasta do it
Cupid shot me with an arrow
Now I’m in love with a sparrow
The road is straight and narrow
I use the wheelbarrow
I dare you to glow
And show and prove
A sucka move ducks
I truck a lot of luck around with the new sound
I rap’s down
I clown a fool
He has a spool of duel strings and stings
I’m his King I gave him Swing Music plus Blues
Now he has Blue Suede Shoes
Smoke Sativa hum believe it’s from the equatorial region
Being it only grows there all year season
I breeze in the herb for word it serve curve with the head high
I can’t deny I’m hooked even on how the buds looked
I love a cross but pure Tropical is the boss
I could toss an indica out the window I smoked so much before
Sativa is so rare it’s beyond scarce no one dares smuggle it
Into the United States for fate is to bring business to the
Picturesque places like Jamaica Thailand or Hawaii
I like to be in the thick of the tree to taste it and make it
Face lift into smile I haven’t been high for so long G
I smoke bongs or joints roll a bomber to get calmer with the taste
I misplaced my mind and fell behind when I couldn’t have ganja time
To myself it suffered my mental health get depressed a bit
It’s nice to stay lit constantly I smoke responsibly
Sativa oil is why I toil for labor for the flavor and major head blazer
I wish a bud for everyone
Oh if you haven’t sung the song
You need bong hits a long time ago
I hit it stick up the tricks duck and dive
With my pot connection I thrive
I get it live now
Back then I was dead as a doornail my friend
I recommend pot for martial arts
You don’t amp or darts
Plus you off the charts with the physical
You might as well be invisible
If you plan residual effect
I check for ill and make specs for the kill it techs
I hit up meth
I’d rather smoke pot
Some people forgot but I grew up smoking and toking
I’m not joking serious weight as a teenager that’s great
Real pot seal stop the wielding weapon shot
But back to the snot free I recommend the tree
Can it be that we all sing the song G?
Legalize and realize the future
A place where you don’t need to taste the poison
Little boys in the game are toys and aim
I practice Tai Chi that’s me
Not hype to be amp and psych with my lamp
I like to G off and speed soft
I loft high on drugs and cry
By design my mind is inclined to flow
Just how I relax and blow stacks
I kick facts and jack up medicine
My style is better than hard styles
I go for miles with mind in file and while
I got the floor what’s in store is more
Before I was aggressive now with Tai Chi
I lost the secretive nature and hate your external
Hard infernal crazy nature of boxing
I locks thing up some get stuck but I shy it off
And inclined to stay soft
I circle and work fully
I pull heat and draw with the complete glow control
My soul loves the way I roll now
It’s like I found God and how I’m born again
I send the message to a friend
Try Tai Chi you’ll be surprised to see how
The practice can match any form of medicine
And put you in a state of deep relaxation
He’s Deadheaded
Straight up Psychedelic
With weapon tucked embedded
He set it with friendly clip
So zip the lip shut
You murder but you heard of peace
At least A lot of homies deceased
The beast took them
Shook men
All hook off stage and off the page when
You rookie in it look heated then it
Took the gun bended look he sended it
Lended hits to a friend the end
I recommend mushrooms
To the acid culture like vulture
They eaten dead like buzzards
Acid is harsh word
33rd and a purse full of money
Nothing funny like gun heat to some G
I like defeat and greet meet
Under the seat is your weapon
The cops searched now you headed to prison
I took my UFO into space
Everyone claims I’m a space race
To the sun I always show face
Where heat comes from
Plus I stun with the heat
I complete bust the gun underneath
The table
Leave you disabled and fucked up
I’m an alien so I have to keep one tucked
Or else it disrupt my day
I can’t be caught slayed
By an Earthling
The first thing I do when I leave Earth
Is burst out singing
I bring the flavor that all human behavior is based on
My taste was wrong for a song about humans
They don’t deserve shit they worthless
I hurt just as the rest of humanity lashes out
Inhumanely
It’s insane to be a human
Doomin’ the human race to a wasteland
Is why I command to study the plan
To elevate the consciousness of man
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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I do the the dick move all smooth to lube up
My food truck sells Mexicans ducks
I buck a fuck off suck for the muck
Bottom we got em
Servin’ ni@@as with shotgun
My robot sung with me
I’m G
I clock a paste of coca so I taste
I get displaced by humanity
My planet G is in far off galaxy
I snack for the attack
And come back with fists
I get pissed and swing on
I bring long ding dong
I’m King Kong
No one smokes bong like me
Tightly rapped up you see
I giant lean defiant
Don’t try it
You get smoked and eye in it spoked
Poked pot get toked
All gangsters loced I thought provoke
Don’t choke now you hope how
Some smoke cloud come down
In your area the pot I Mary Jane
What you wearin’ you best explain
What’s your name and why you came
Is it gangster rap to blame
I serve with cane
Professional unquestionably to exclaim
All that shot got it aim
Draw down it’s law now
Smooth round sound you hit the ground
I want to go insane on cocaine
Lose track of reality
Reality of Nationality is from the Andes
My plan G is to P bust it smoke weed
Sniff blow not speed
Blow is psychedelic you know
I’m not familiar with the long term effects
But when I packed techs I liked herbal coca
I smoke a rock and stop the clock on my box
I clock some toxic dose close to death
For the last breath
Anyone left suggest how to do it
I smooth hit crack to come back
Sniff a line fluid and unwind trip out come from behind
With the route on cocaine
My brain ain’t the same
I got a new name
It’s plain white vanilla with a side of the thrilla
I’m a dope killer I smoke
Gangsters
I hang to bang on em
Relax and flow with facts of why I rock a gangster
And his whole block to death
I clear out sections
They interfere with my blow in the rear your ass show
You look like punk so I sunk you
Raps true with caps fluid on coke to do it
Through skid I drop LSD and Platinum P
Before I do coke loc
I’m buying a gas station with the Mary Jane Sensation
Of Sativa
I eat a oil capsule so I could rap Gold I sold all my guns
For fun I run the show once more
Tore an ass of a Gangster but that’s in the past
Gangsters don’t last
The class wipe them
Everyone ripen
For psyche some I Fast and press my luck
I get struck by lightning
Why I writin’ some raps
And repping for Cap
The gun clap is like thunder you wonder
MCs shudder who missed the AK-47 no blunder
From the sun here
I steer fearless
Through crowds of rejects
No one expects to see it
I’m used to checking marks the scene set
Everyone on edge now
Here’s the popping phenomena
I gots the mob to do the job on yah
I bought more than 300 small bottles of water from the store
I’m hard to the core
I realized that to devise the master plan
You have to understand the water and
I oughta slam on a long one again
With bong smoke done
Take calm tokes from the blunt
The stunt you pull is full of brilliance
When you into the illness of meat and cheese and eggs
I broke my legs and hit up kegs
For nuts drunkenness dollar bills for the pump in this
Gas
Adjust the Cashflow for the last born I storm
The stage in rage
Grab the mic and recite a page
I want to be Phoenix Rising
No disguise in the high thing it sing
Raps King for what bring the ding ring the bell
It’s just as well in hell to trip
So you could see it
Not be it
I shake and bake make no mistake
I rake it in dough like a ho
Just so you know I toe to toe
With anyone just for fun
I run games in this violence trip
I sip a drink and pink up a guy’s ass
Then red make it bled
He scream out in pain what’s my name?
I’m servin’ game
All word it’s all the same
My lame brain kid here skid on beer
And shed a tear at least he increased
His shout outs and clout run how bout it some?
I doubt that hung from the gun it talk
Walk with the stalk
Hit balk up black for attack
Murder the whack server in fact
You get the redacted document
You ain’t allowed to see that shit
I skip a brick on water I slaughter
I marauder is calmer now that bomber dropped bombs
I stay fully calm
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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I chew on rawhide
Trip on suicide
My neck got the scars provided by the style
I smile and act cool while chillin’
I need to ill on Psilocybin mushrooms
Before that I want to attempt to smoke cannabis a lot
Trip is for the fatal shot
It’s ill you got hot for the pot
I rock the Glock cocked with tip top
Rip nonstop flip flop fully locked
End on top send you clocked out
No doubt I rap rate all about how bout it astounded by rounded
Tai Chi founded by me my own style
I like to practice G it’s good exercise and internalize
Martial techniques on the inside
You can tell by my hands stances and steps
That I never slept when I packed the Tech
I started of Weed true indeed the teacher that features
The chill stacks of neither lacking nor backing hardness
I learned to harm just as dust escaped platefuls
Of weight vegetables
I’m sensual I mention pull in the fully auto my skull
Is not a problem it’s revolving constantly I head spin my Chi
Is a medley of deadly technicality in this reality of Shaolin
LSD is my stepchild
Find behind in back of my mind intact style
I find the time to plug in and begin the lesson
And the lesson is great a warm plate or frying sizzle
Drizzle rain drips into colors
See Heaven and see yourself and know yourself in the mirror
It’s a sharp corner to steer here
Some think clear from LSD it’s pure
Fear isn’t coming from me my G is solidly grounded
And founded in violence my talent is blood red silence
I style in rhyme checked kicked back clack the stack
Of rap for another Gold record in a second I drop a tab
Of acid the trip lasted and casted me in a new movie to see
I on it and long to top it with frosting It’s costing me a lot
To not see periodically
I feel deep stress and a need to undress the mind
And find myself again
To see myself I’ve gone blind
I track with my rap like a bloodhound down
The sound of max decibel left you pulled out
Cocaine the dangerous rush route
See Hallucination change the station
Cocaine is a sacred smoke or sniff you get naked and riff
I bake it with my crisp intact hat
I’m that
I don’t pack a gat
I’d like to rap about wax instead of tax
On cocaine I relax maintain the knowledge of rush
You do the opposite of hush and start talking
See revolving heads walking
I stalking with the broom after smoking crack at high noon
Rock can stop your cock back
Provided you rapped Psychedelic
Cocaine is intelligent for understanding the Dopamine
And why they’re sellin’ it and your body chemically
Uses dopamine in your natural routine as well
As Serotonin and Anendine Methamphetamine is Noradrenaline
All I see is dead bodies
Hit up the guy with the shot ready to pop
You can’t make him stop
He inhales clips and trips on you
The stew you in is about to begin amping and lamping
Within’ you know it’s a sin taking pleasure from adrenaline
I kept my spin on life cannabis focused now I clock Nikes
I the types of split personalities that rallying cry is why
I see dead people
People release here with the least fear they East end steer
I like to sheer off the boss of the dearly departed
I was to do the shit when I started I understood
The part did clip tight like rip right intact
Fully act up to rap duck the slip in this trip on Meth
I left with the Tech smoking Steroid open by paranoid
I mean the focus is on the glare you avoid from shiny man
You never smoked pot G! Your mind is rotten
Like funky Ice Cream
In a dream you seen pounds unlimited
Some livin’ shit for real
Always ready to peel and stack
Feel fact of the grown Ganja on blown
Lawn Chair kick back smoke a sack
Get attack on some rap spun number one
You could stun and have fun
Don’t reach for gun your sun wouldn’t want that
Like fat cat each rhyme is intact I’m
Gonna speak at a gathering of the masses
For classes I hit it down to ashes
At last it’s the Ganja that some snot over
Like four leaf clover I’m lucky to know yah
I’ve always been a stoner since I was little
I rap and fit you’ll get stuck in the middle
They gone just as fast as they came
I light brains
Blow brains out no doubt
From word out of mouth
You down South hang in your house
You about to get your brains blown out
You couldn’t manage this rap route
I do damage
And blow your brains out
I skeez a G sees me being easy
I heat trees and hit up Psilocybin
I blow your brains out when
I OD on trip it’s simple more than a sip
Removes wrinkle in time I’m
Stoppin’ on a dime it ain’t popular
So shout about it
When I blow your brains out and routed bullets
To the fullest
You could catch bullshit
Like when you wool hit
Your brains get lit
And blown out for sure fit
No doubt
I relinquished
With trip seemingly sipped out of a glass
You straight ass
Light up a chemical
And always remember pull
Disease let you flow with ease
Make cheese
And breeze through
Leads crew
To evil deed do
Lewd conduct
The bomb tucked
Your mom struck
Stuck you in the gut
In the family
Murder serve a G
Workin’ for free
Some do see me
I raps a Platinum attack
On sacks of liquid
I get with
The changing times
With changing rhymes
I flavor the blind you savor
And hit rewind
On your tape deck
Edited by Solid Log (11/06/22 06:21 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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You gotta eat raw fruits and veggies
Or this happen to you
I don’t master kung fu
I don’t have a clue how to fight
At night I excite the babes
And catch the sun rays
I surf and catch waves
Your girl stays with me
She left you
Because you don’t master Kung Fu
All you want to do is act cool
I accuse you of drooling
It’s not a cool thing you do when you screw
The pooch and mooch broom stick
Wizard catch witch for the blizzard
I rap stitch and pack glitch
In the system
You could have missed them
I do it pronto so listen
All your crew is in a stew
Especially you
Cause you act a fool
And you think violence is cute when you shoot people
I smoke the sausage of awesomeness
You all talk in this Ganja Game so take a walk and fit
Game Tight for the night I raps write
I like to take flights
And ride bikes
And make wall
And call shots
I’m a baller and I’m on top
I’m also the guy with the sweet apple pie recipe
I let MCs cheese on their tracks until their backs turn
Then I make them learn
It takes a long time to burn like me
I get crucified and died on the cross
I lost blood before I tossed up and in my tomb
Which is my room I came back to life
And busted knife techniques
I freak each week for a Geek to make cheeks spread
You dead
You get hit in the head and said
Why my rap relish? I like to eat Deli Sandwich
The bandwidth on my shit causes havoc
I’m magic and pour a glass of the savage attack shit potion
My fluid is in motion like the ocean
I’m the avocado expert
My lex work in the network
I turn into jerk
And perk up New York City
Avocados there are the best for the player
My major Avocado habit
I chew them like a rabbit
Then take a stab at it
I mad with trip on my lip
About to take a skip the class and ass out your ass with about it
Avocados I doubted since the beginning
Then it’s in the 9th inning and I’m winning the big prize
You don’t realize what happens to guys who eat too many of the alligator pears
I just stares at people who think eye of this needle is evil
I hit the exit and flex shit
I eat avocado for breakfast
My Tech twitch on the stuff you bumrush on
My mind is gone
I don’t have long to live
Why I kick this rap shit
And make avocados flip
My knife sharpen in the dark and
I spark flame
I blame fools who school is fueled by crap
I zap a MC who think he G
I cancel fee for class so you get to pass in and out no doubt
Master
No chance your War you got tore
I performed as up to par and so far
I don’t see shit about you quit doubt fools
With the drool
I tool kit in the closet sit my market basket is ass kicking
I give a licking to the sickening sting you pull on bullshit old knit
I fold 5th
I trip on some shit
I’m not lying I want to be flying on Psychedelic
How the fuck would you feel you punk ass bitch?
I don’t flex
I smile from ear to ear and make checks
I got the best X
My next bet is to step to the let through crew that stew in it
My brew witch’s
I cinch in this
To flip shit
And stick hits the snitches
Shot them up
Rock in the cut
So now you know enough
Your girl is all slut
I got the front on it
Plus the back
I don’t jack
I pull it fast out
The last route I shredded I was headed for the bed dead
I Mex smoke the tokes
It’s no joke in life
My mic strikes
When I light up the type of stuff
That take one puff
I smoke enough to keep the doors shut
And the windows
My kinfolk all did smoke and shroom
Raw fruits and veggies have magic in it
It’s tragic when you handed shit
Turn your sponge to leather
I had the real leather apron with no cape on
Crusted with blood holding twin meat slicers
I roll dice your curb gets the word up for truck
I got the red teachers the T on the end of my tongue
My tongue sprung me
I don’t like guns be
Lay back
On the track
I never lack flows and it shows
Just how a style grows
When you throw lyrical grenades
We can tell you lost in the shade with no sun
MCs haven’t even begun to breeze
And they puffin’ trees
So do it with ease
And rise degrees
You best to make cheese
Or else you catch disease later on
Later on skater catch you later later on
Gold and Platinum records
You wreck sectors of the crept up Gs want to limit
And get all in it with weapons
Shoot you Stab you Fuck up all you do
You can’t chill in this ill spot
All the ill got caught
I brought it up so the law you could tuck in your pants
I dance and clock the answer is I rang the phone all day long
I don’t bone I clone Jones for the bones to smoke no joke
People didn’t toke from my feeble Gen X
I’m for real
You need it at a steal the price
My advice to government is to let people grow they be lovin’ it
Life no sweats no bets off no leapt loss no wreck to toss
You be your own boss and play it how you do
You could smoke with your whole crew
Like we used to as glassblowers
We rock and rollers we don’t charge tolls for Worlds to spin
That way you could begin to win not lose
You choose the weapon
If you crept in you best get to steppin’ then
We don’t let you in
I want to ignite pot on tracks
I like to take long walks and I talk with the hands
Like rubber bands
All planned as command with the Herb
It’s word
No one is heard a thing like it from the psychic even
I’m trained in remote viewing and magic
The Order is watching me all day
I’m used to it
I grew up in Hollywood and knew it as a kid
But back to the bids
Yeah ignite shit and get tripped
Flip martial arts styles all night with smiles
I like to roll the files and child is the children
Got kids running from the building
I killed in I chill then
I still hit the ceiling wielding weapons indoor
I practice weapons more than most
I toast to the Filipinos who got me in
My whole world is within the grasp of the fisherman
Of men
I clock ten out of ten when I smoke Ganja then
Convert you with one lesson all the old crispy fuckers who never toked
Meth walls make meth balls death calls
Each roll is an 8 hour or stroll you cold almost dead when you get home
I roam the back country roads I chose the flows of it
Because I heard it in public that pot heads get shot kids
I wouldn’t fuck with meth bids
It’s hard for me to speak on meth because my herb connect was fresh
I mastered 156 herbs and plastered words on my wall like phonecall
All types I fall off the ends of the Earth for what it’s worth
I work shit for the curse lit I surf bet the murkier the better
I wear sweat pants and sweater
I don’t let your teacher compete hear
I rock each gear and fall asleep hardly ever
I’m on the lever I treasure my flights but the insight I gained paled in comparison
With the Ganja there you in struggle a bubble pop I copped Eagle with shrooms
The sequel comes soon
Fuck meth and all that ruin my life and give strife
I almost lost my life and can’t be polite with meth heads
On their deathbeds
Meth heads in love with refined drugs and high dose
It’s easy to have a toast and snort the most
Weed you gotta smoke for 15 minutes before your fill is finished
I like edibles for narcotic pulls in the wools temperature sent your form
I bent them more in store to the core
Anyway yeah refined drugs just pour on the steam
If you don’t know what I mean smoke hash oil and gleam
All it seem like to me is hard hitting like lead pipe across the skull
Never a dull moment when you chose to enter the Dragon
The paddywagon gonna pick me up after this rap cut
I don’t strut my stuff
Some people think I bluff
I chill in the rough with ill mixture from cut
I serve a stunt when I truck
I don’t tuck a weapon
I step in and disarm all types weapons
You stepped in the House Of Flying Daggers
My apartment is dangerous with me in it on guard duty imminent doomsday
I truly live this shit
Everyone maintain with no need to explain to clock way in get brain
To stay in step freshness you bet shit def hit the flip trip
I get a grip and sip and swig and back shit for the attack spit actress
A heard for the last word and mastered the faster you blurb the duck honk
Wonked for stomped from Compton they bomb then
I’m from Hollywood I grew up serving good grass
But that’s in the past I suffer whiplash from that last accident crash
A sucker fast to pull gun he needs shrooms sooner than later
I don’t skate here I awake fear and bring it clear to high dose
Most afraid of it the ladies love it then you spoke and the track
Come back and change the subject I rub it the hex sunset
I text message I left leverage on the severed heads
Suckas fled from me you dead you see I’m too well trained
To kick it A on the test clicked with the professor off air
My softness scare people they used to seeing heat
I’m cold and old so I bold and get chosen for frozen even
Know the meaning
Wise bird all turd the 33rd up
But if you want I can front like I might get wet
I fight to stay in kept within to begin with it’s a sin
All for dinner I got it planned
Every man for himself
If you stealth you get in without letting anyone know
All raps show below
So come from slow and know it
You got to grow it
Ganja trees so you can ease into a mellow head instead
I like to trip
Trip rips you you get dipped crew
True that
I flew fat through the lewd stack of back issues
I twist fools off
No need to act the boss
I toss the employee lost
I frost up and cut
No one want to stunt the growth to runt too close
I broke the toaster and supposed to
I’m a roaster all roller coaster make the most of
Both slid extra skid marks darken
Charm in the game is the same where you spark in the lane
The trees blew like breeze
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Chill
All numb feeling with no ill
A euphoria
Born in torn to see yah worn out
I shout but no one cares about it
I route a 5th for crowded exit lift
The astounded
Grip the rounded pounded down
Wield weapons out of town for frown
I got it nouns and verbs
Words that serve I swerve poetically
I’m set to see all that heat up and reduction
The function serve as one kid hurt
On the schoolyard caught by jerk
And out of work
Ain’t it somethin’?
You bluffin’ and get rough in this
Learn the twist to doo wop and the head bob
Don’t nod out
You might found yourself dead in the end
About to head for the red zone
To cop a kilo of cocaine
All stay in your lane hard to explain
But I remain on top
I light up don’t stop
I got clocked shocking the rocking rolling
Toll slid out the bid and folding
Roll thing it’s cold swing
The thing is stinging now ringing how
I’m swinging bound to astound with Platinum crown
Out loud take it to town for pronoun
I hound dog the fog and smog
I shock the cold old told it big down
Sold around town as the profound but drowned in shit sit
In the itch you a cinch to bench press
Head out
See what everyone up to as run crew
Scooted down the block to shock the cops
I pops a cop
Scare the fuck out no doubt
They don’t have the clout for whereabouts
Get it loud
Turn up the sound
Till they found town as noun and verb
I serve a cop with murder nonstop
I’m a cop killer
I get iller and biller like chiller
I cap filler
Still it drill your shit till you can’t quit
I’m a hit job massacre faster than blast you’ll learn
I burn in the urn is my ashes
I trashes the set and lashes out at threat
I cold get wet
The land of the free all high for bein’ dry
You could re up to try to fly
Gone by airplanes in the sky
When you ask why
I gotta shotgun ridin’ for fun in the sun
Someone done it cold run hit
The job for slob to get till it odd
And mod I clobber a sucka
Who try to buck word
I heard about loud music down the block
Who choose it?
See if it’s a party don’t start me up
I always crash a party like duck
To seen for good luck I steam roll like truck
Out for a fast buck anyone chuck they Taylors
I whale on the beach all stale Trump got impeached
A Dragon Fist
All dragon twist a spiraling circle
Bring the thing don’t hurt fool
Like I King I sing the song
All day long and smoke a bong
I was wrong to shroom?
Fool I knock you out too soon for being rude
I got a good attitude when it comes to cute girls
My world got hurled by God
I got a job selling squad odds and ends
If you defend yourself it’s good for your health
I go stealth bomber
Stay calmer than no drama on the lips
Spinning sinking ships
On this drips mind LSD I find the time to ski
I just be that guy with the eyeball
I ride tall in the saddle and rattle snake tail
Without fail you might want to bail
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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It’s hardcore to be a Wu Tang Master
Old Law gun Drawer
Saw yah at the club with a dub sack inhaled in your lungs
I smiled all the while Oh Ganja Child
The Ganja was for my file folder
I get older than light
Ignite on sight when I write
The plight of the Shroomer
Old school Boomer
Dead Tombstoner
All alone
Mind Fist Zoner
I clock the clone you’re seeking
For reeking of hard earned sweat
Don’t forget I’m a slave
Under the same system we all behave
I try to stay brave
Tomorrow is Veteran’s Day
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Old mate firebender
Registered: 09/08/15
Posts: 1,650
Last seen: 21 hours, 4 minutes
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
Nobody posts at the growery
Except for me and you
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bruh....
Ban Lotto
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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My ears don’t ring from gunshots
I’m a headbanger from the smoke pot
And plan your dope spot
For show hot
To the sure shot
And flow got
To stop
Pop it shoot up like rocket
I chalk screech
Gets everyone to freak
Each day of the week
A geek steps up to speak
Why I reek of crack cocaine smoke
No joke I maintain
A job and cock back rob the sack for it
Pour it into floor it the gas
It last a long time like my rhyme it’s a crime
So I’m
On crack for the lack of sackage of indica
I been with yah on the rollercoaster ride
I am ashamed that I used Meth
With each breath I am left with chest flex
I hex X tab poppers Molly gobstoppers
And rocker rollers
Dollar Bill folders
Over the shoulders
Hold your boulders
My life is colder from meth
I take 10 steps and snort more
Core is business with the lift
Euphoria off adrenaline
Gets more headspin than tilted
When I felt guilt
From it
I done it
It’s done
What I’ve become!
The whole thing makes me cry
I don’t fold one hold gun spun away then fly
I can’t deny the wounds shy of critical
I fit a fully up there bewares tearing blaring G music
The shoes fit you could get too wet
For a spoon I sweat goons
It’s high noon
Time for gun fight
It’s all right I’m an ace and flow the bass for a taste
Of the fatal shot
Blowing pot smoke and it’s all she wrote
I got demoted to master chef
In the clef of the tasteless my shit is makeshift
I can taste the warm embrace of a Sativa calling me!
It knows my name and shows no shame how I flame it up
I suck the smoke and choke
I take pokes until my nose glows
I rose to the occasion of Sativa
I gots to be with yah tropical
I popped the bubble
Of optical illusion
The protrusion coming out of my mouth is a Ganja stick
I could lick em up all day and stay that way and play music
Rap raps and do’s it
I choose it
The Sativa
Anyone who refuses it?
Wouldn’t want to be yah
The Sativa was a rare item for Gen X smokers
I was lucky I grew up with plenty of indica
It’s not funny when you talk about a straight
Deadweight loser bruiser violence chooser
Got your Johnson off floated launchin’
Staunch when the raunch tend
To extend to splendid lended edits
Radio credits me with sad story for the glory
I’m horny born to be porno star lead
Crew is seed through as feed blew
To the tune of mil kill and feel real ill
I chill at will bust a drill got still until
A cap I fill I fill it with the shit the kill it
Bitch you written on the list desist or I twist
I flip and twitch ill a cinch with the clips
For the wrench extend best blend until the end
I called 1-800 SUICIDE till I collided with rhyme and reason
What’s your season to skeeze in the Gs then to dent my head
Like I never bled I fed up with men that duck truck rope
Hangin’ dope smoke still slangin’ coke joke my wang is open
To get broken for I pokin’ my neck with blade bleed fade out
Made out with a chick once I front the stunt all I want is to die
I Suicide shy and fluid do it to it ruin my life and screw it up
Dice roll under control I fold hundred dollar bills like gold
I’m molded and told skid like cold did the facts jacks up stacks
I master the caper like blacks I’m called racial slur in this case
I blur words for murder myself
Me and my wife kick it rap about Wu Tang Dragons
What you baggin’? It ain’t MMA get you head bashed in fully
Then neck snapped cause you a bully
You think fighting is the right thing
I light your ass up bring the light bulb to stuck up your ass
So everyone can see your ass coming
And know where you coming from and
You gunning no doubt running from odds
You pull jobs work at McDonald’s
I think your pay is way too low for a guy with a lighted ass bro
You should move in slow mo scared to go with the flow
Toe to Toe you lose for sho I grab your gold and jewels
I pack tools too I close the deal with your head on a skewer
Don’t start cryin’ now when you hit up Psilocybin how
Bad trips bugun you sung the song of all day long
One time
A crime is ready steady from the deadly mushroom
Too soon in the room you doomed I boomed it up a notch
And called the cops I sold them Ls I tell a bitch I dwell with twitch
Too much meth not enough trip still I drip
I catch peaks in the bathroom on my last broom sweep
I get down on all fours and creep to the toilet
The bathtub faucet flows death in the water closet
The boss tech says don’t slob it the job lit for I robbed and slit throat
I’m the GOAT when I promoted by shamans
To laymens I’m braindead steady with the ever ready
This medley of felonies I got stack up platinum
Been rappin’ some time in my head since I was OG
Still the punks try to slaughter me but I got them see
I clock any fuckin’ G
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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I’m roasting on a water
Flashback to the slaughter
And everything
Mushrooms make your head spin to begin with
Then finish you off that’s the business plan man
I could feel the current of the Earth
My strong root in Gong Fu
I trip before or after training
People need to be explained to how to feel Their Mother
Earth is a wonder
It’s so Complex there’s so much to explore I read texts
About Horticulture I love to grow plants
I want to grow Peyote Cactus
People react to this violently
They don’t respect their Mother as I can see
I ain’t lyin’ to you G
Live Psychedelically
The rest will be History
No more Rape or Murder
It’s the shit you never heard uh then
I chill disabled in my den
Teaching folks a lesson
If you rap strapped it gonna come back
Not whack in the sack you got it if you shot it
You could take pot hits and lock fists
By design rhyme meant to undermine times in the gang
Hang with your crew all you do is violence
In silence I hang and don’t bang check my file it’s
A picture of me reluctant to be poppin’ firearms
I charm and don’t harm I work the farm and spin yarn
I get live in the barn I like to garnish puke up the Yohimbe
It gives me flight and insight into testosterone
You could fear it and leave it alone
I got in the Zone enough times to relax mind made up
After facts about the testes left these hefty sacks of weed
Up for speed meth Yang to death with no place left to run
I stun for some from the gun I come to sun up the sum
You run and duck when you see me on the street
Fully formed complete
I don’t run meth I cut the shit off like the boss did it
I rock crispy lyrics dis heat and beer itch
People fear this try to get near this
You could hear the hiss of snakes
Big mistakes made by the lake in the shade
With rhymes sprayed all over the place
I grace with gross motion dilated off the potion
I’m so open I’m broke in to the store and pour rain
Insane train in the lane all fluid to do it screw it
A fool I hit top tip knock socks off then led screech
Change directions hit the beach catch some waves
Smoke Ganja for days since I quit meth
The breath is death
Some leapt up to get dead struck
Spray lead duck they well fed and tucked in bed
Psychedelic is the real shit don’t relish
A cocaine rush either
I’m Mike Neidlinger
Mixed in the drug game is it really all the same?
I lock brain on water exclaim how I mother
The kids as a father figure flip lids
Cause the got your high bids to auction off lids of Ganja
I stay calm from years of heavy Ganja
I can drop bombs but I’m tryin’ to stay off yah back
In this drug game I don’t lack
I used to get high off the raps I made on drugs
Rapping about drugs, blood, thugs and big hugs
My murder was to reach out to teach downtown
About something round and circular
I get it to work your hurt in more
I’m sorry I got the top seat almost always in a fight
I can kill everyone in sight
I am so sick of your murder and violence
I stare in silence at my Buddhist Texts
Well read and I am lucky I am well fed
Like a sucka I’m dead already how my head hit the wall in the building
Really strong I got shell shock PTSD complex
I clock brains all the came with the same trip I must explain
Brain in your lane don’t get in mine
I stop on dime
When someone fucks with my trip
Why I rip trips to lick the Suckas out my head until I’m deadhead
Lightning skull a bunch of bull?
No! Until you got some pull it’s all null and void
Toys I avoid I raps about the story boring to the born again toyed
With the section my reflection I see is hard to be a lesson for just me
Everyone has to be the Psychedelic
When the Platinum Bell ring all everyone sing
It rings true with Kings who sniff glue
It’s not a new song
But everyone sing along and dance I love romance
With the answer in the back pocket
Don’t stop it
You about to clock riches
It’s a cinch to stitch this up and flip
My plan hasn’t changed
People think I’m deranged wanting to smoke Sativa imports from the Tropics
I load up the program off my floppy disk
Old school Ganja is a tool for shooting off into space
My ace up my sleeve was always my childhood weed smoking
Toking learning how to hit it roll a joint make a pipe all fitted
For the occasion I stay blazin’ at the gas station
No relation to Petrol Companies
They poison the Earth and give birth to Satan
Chemical Plants Nuclear Reactors
Farmers driving tractors with tractor hats
Packing fat gats all gangster
Thanks to the stir in the blur I say word
You haven’t heard of shit like this with the twist
I need Ganja again
I like to take tokes through a bubbler I blew myself
Make a phat headpiece for me and you
I don’t want to charge you and screw you
I love crafting glass
It’s long in the past but I was high all the time
So it’s a special experience of mine
Bombed off the bong smoke
Take a toke choke it broke your lungs busting chugging coughing spastic
Raw hits off a spliff are nice
I don’t like a bong with ice
I like room temperature
My connect served me before earlier this day
Got a fat sack to practice my blades
I got a stay of execution from the institution
For causing the solution to fix the problem I solve em
Don’t get involved in it
Let the master fix the hitch
I flow off with drips brains
Stay shaking loose change
It might seem strange or funny
You need to have money to buy Ganja
It should be grown on every small organic farm for the charm
I worked a farm
Always had the green thumb
Some Suckas get dumb when they from the inner city
And never smoked a tree
Edited by Solid Log (11/17/22 12:31 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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Spoken truths all Gold center
The entrance gets bent when you chill and relax
No drugs needed No speed did me anything like G did
I get it heated up and need to play for truck
Responsible is luck I stuck up a sucker at gunpoint
Told him to stop playing my joint
Get your own shit I told him as I took a hit
I stay lit
I get there
Wave smooth in thin air
Everyone stare at the glare coming from my soul
For Rock And Roll it’s all I hot music wise I disguise my music in disguise
No guy is going to put a finger on me musically
I fooled everyone see by being Shady like Slim
Even though the chances are Slim you could dim out
Get your rims to spin and show off your new sport car
I up to par got some tar heroin
I about to smoke it to go within
I don’t care if I vomit and get sick
Endorphins are a trip
A Rhesus Monkey got chunky
With his funky lump dunking something
Bring one thing to the table and that’s chicken wing
I farm poultry get smoldering heat
Beat up a Parakeet
I stay sweet
Ain’t no one going to defeat me either
Neither man woman or child can can ignite me with wounds
I spell doom for the Soviet Union
I fume like gas over Wars that War should be in the past
War doesn’t last for humanity blast thermonuclear
Students of War shoot each other when they brother even
I rein the game with some flame
Some Ganja to maintain my aim I exclaim
What a sucka came like?
I noticed it as a child
I was the civilized Ganja smoking kid
I shoot top bids now
How I slid how I milk the cow
Summoning the Buddhist Monks
We ain’t chumps
We fuck you up just like Buddha taught
I plan to rot before I snot tissue
The issue is I miss you
Please come back soon from the War
My family is tore
Some people ignore War
As if it wasn’t happening
It’s a slap in the face of all peace loving folk
Kids think Violence is a joke
Adults act like kids
With big wigs
They swig dig the shit in it
I flip a ticket on a cop
Like I was Mr. Spock
I rocked his shit past the limit
It’s a gimmick the martial arts
I fart and duck out to piss and take a shit
I miss the Violence I tell yah
I like to shoot em up in video games and on television
Edited by Solid Log (11/18/22 06:50 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (11/21/22 03:56 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (11/23/22 02:49 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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!
Edited by Solid Log (11/25/22 09:33 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (11/27/22 02:21 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (12/01/22 08:39 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
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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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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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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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Hollywood
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Posts: 288
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Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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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Hollywood
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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
Edited by Solid Log (12/12/22 07:11 PM)
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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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Hollywood
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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
Edited by Solid Log (12/19/22 10:16 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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!
Edited by Solid Log (12/21/22 10:39 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (12/25/22 12:22 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (12/26/22 11:42 AM)
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December is here
Everything is ready to go
Time for the big show
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (01/02/23 12:19 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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I had a fool run up on me
To stun I ignited lighted up
And righted wrongs
Heard this song before?
It’s War to the core
I born with the bong rips
Smoking as a little kid
I slid bid
Don’t know what sober is
I quit the biz
I stick shift the ace off of taste of venom
Some just end then but I just begin
I think it’s a sin
To not right wrongs after bongs
People run up in throngs
I got a song about it
I rounded up like herbicide
The cattle ride the inside
Of the loop I scoop
I shoot this trip down flew twist downtown
And all around I got the sound
Before I was grounded?
I got it now and then before I was ten years old
I sold on the sackage
I hate wack kids who lack this
All my friends jealous
I just bell and split
Safe to have seen shit
I hit hard on guard
For the carnage
That tarnish the scene
I smoke mean green
All tools
Get fueled by the bid to stay slid in
Just the beginning
Little children killing each other
Over colors and sets
With tennis shoes and baggy sweats
I jet up the block fluent in gangster talk
I walk what I talk so I don’t hawk
I chalk bodies I shot heat gun bleep
I done creep something seep in to win
That’s why murder is the worst sin one
Could end on this note to vote for
At War MCs get torn off
Life’s a trip
You could make money and get hitched
Some cinch it seem to the rich indeed
So pay heed to your poverty
And understand armed robbery
It causes problems see this money be
Runnin’ free through the pockets of the
Population on the station at the break when
They mistake and take it in like they begin
Money is a crime you won’t see a dime
All the time you click crime lick the popsicle
Tickle a little solve the riddle
Get stuck in the middle
Between the grill and the burners
You get to work further than you hurt
I got the shirt on my back
And further exact I got rap
I study Buddha
I stay true to the light I write at night late
Hoping I could wait for a little
I got to sleep hoping I could cope with the next day
The sun ray shine sometime
But more so in mind is the time it takes to make the break
Speaking to the cops on Ganja
Is like yo momma
Once I got flagged down walking on meth
Actually a few times
Mine is the walk of death
I rest after a sleepless night
I like walking on meth
It gets you hella lit
You can rap till you quit
And the neon lights go down on Broadway
I don’t play with meth
That trip is near lethal
Every time
With every rhyme
For every climb up to high heat
You ask for a receipt
And take your meth back
After near death
Most people were scared to roll meth
I know this kid who hurt himself
Serving bids
I recommend Ganja
It’s what I recommend
I’m a mushroom
I tried them and died then
I served the send and all that
I lost most of my friends
People are whack in the head
It gets splendid when I end up handcuffed for taking the stuff
I never did but this dealer on campus did
I figured out why they didn’t like the counterculture
Now I soar like a vulture
Swooping on dead meat
I can defeat any MC
Almost steadily
I’m ready for Platinum
I jack and some
Stacks get rinsed
Don’t chince on the sack
Take the eight ball or you whack
I saw a fool in the back on this one trip
He wanted to serve me rip
I said, What is your trip?
I had it in the mix
I separated from the non martial
I’m partial to a shroomhead though
Meth makes ball caps that wax
You done
Relax you stun
Tax you from
The face of the planet
Every time I balled I ran it
I jam it into your head
Leave you fed with meth
Suckas to death bleed
From my Tech with speed
Pay heed to these words
That I manifest when I suggest
You cap meth
It’s dangerous and you gonna die
So don’t even try to back out
With your sack black rounded
You get pounded into the ground
Out loud with the profound
I sound like a pusher
I shush yah in the bush the blur
From curved straight lines
Every time
I serve the sign to
Suckas with the dime piece
Get swords and win the awards
In life with no strife and some ice
I rolled the dice
$$$ is code for Tree Of Life
In Heaven I drink $$$ and eat Hashish
I blast leaves and fruits
I loot and suit tuck in the shirt
I work
WIth Hashish it spell complete relief and paradise
I spare a pair of eyes peeping me
Still sleeping I’m creeping into your dreams this weekend
I blend Hashish types I have to try to fly at some point
Light on fire
It’s the joint
I don’t like to smoke I point and eat Hashish with the soil grown Organic fully krypto
Don’t bitch at me below zero
I’m my own street hero
I peer below the scandal and I vandalize Heaven
With pee pee on the seven spirits
I locked out fear this
$$$ is the ash making no mistaking
I’m baking later on bro
I spot a whole block
Chalk up to rock dust Coca
Did Bill Clinton Inhale?
I get stale old on Coca grow mold
I might soak once to get bold and dopamine
Clever lean with the width and technique
Coca speak to me
Broken in reach to free be
The scene I lean on on lead strong
Release until dawn
I re on it I like to stay lit
I serve and fit the stick shift
Riff tricks off glitches and stitches
The Somewhat Psychedelic Coca
Is a rope your neck hope tah wear
You get scared if you a drug novice
My progress at the bomb fest
Relax and on stress I the best
At the music festival I burn hole through people
No sequel no equal nothing quite like it
I reach for the Coca as a psychic
Prepared for a hype Gong Fu flick
The Gold Breath Of Life
God has it perfected with no spikes
For max energy
The tendency to come to life is real nice
I like Gold cold anytime
I like vitamins in the plants
Rich with proteins the fans of these are vast
And far wide
Everyone who tried can’t deny
That God does it best
A Christmas Candy Cane
Down Gold Lane
Juice for the Gold leaf tre not deuce
You get so loose you loot out
And any other route you take
Just isn’t the same
Drugs, Water they all fall short
Of the Gold Breath Of Life
I might get too high
But don’t overdose
But come close
No spikes God helps you strike it rich to the max
Fully wrapped up in Gold just like I told you
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
When the axe falls down
We frown on those who don’t close and kill
You could be chill but still not warrior
I tore your heater out of your hand
Your brand is bland
My stable capable way I pull is unequalled
I freak fully I’m not a bully
I decapitate I like to lay them out straight
I fought many times
And my rhymes track closely how people whack
I got it in the sack for flak I react calm
My bomb drop unstoppable
Unless you at long range with a firearm to engage
I get everyone in close
Suppose we both locked and froze up?
I close up shop with the sure shot
I blow up spots
I hold fold at the caught holdout the pole with the blades on the end
Fully Military grade that I send
Edited by Solid Log (01/08/23 10:41 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (01/17/23 10:29 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (01/20/23 05:25 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (01/21/23 06:53 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (01/29/23 11:15 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (02/01/23 12:55 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (02/06/23 02:07 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (02/08/23 03:12 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (02/11/23 12:27 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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?
Edited by Solid Log (02/16/23 06:54 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (02/22/23 10:41 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (02/26/23 04:27 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 288
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 14 days, 19 hours
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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
Edited by Solid Log (03/02/23 07:52 PM)
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