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Solid Log
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poem
#855733 - 03/01/22 09:39 PM (2 years, 18 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.
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (03/02/22 02:39 PM)
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poor boy
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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 (2 years, 2 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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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spirit_shadow
Old mate firebender
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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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (04/19/22 08:10 PM)
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spirit_shadow
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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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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#856533 - 05/02/22 02:09 PM (1 year, 10 months 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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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Here I sit, butt cheeks a-flexin, just givin birth, to another mexican
-------------------- 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!
-------------------- 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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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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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1234go
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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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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#856549 - 05/04/22 10:24 PM (1 year, 10 months 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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#856570 - 05/07/22 07:50 PM (1 year, 10 months 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?
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/12/22 05:44 AM)
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Fleabag Friend
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Fuck you Flowie
pussyboy
-------------------- 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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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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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 (1 year, 9 months 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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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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (06/13/22 06:38 PM)
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Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#857316 - 06/15/22 08:29 PM (1 year, 8 months 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
-------------------- Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration -Dr. Subhash Cock
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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 (1 year, 8 months 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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Woe is to the man who thinks he has all the eggs in his grasp He is delusional, thinking all the eggs are his He packs a pistol to get hold of all the eggs He doesn’t care about where the eggs came from He has eggs on the mind A shootout! Multiple shots fired to get a few eggs The eggs are never secondary They are primary Every egg is important, but still, share your eggs with everyone
Rock the jeweled iron fence As spoken of in Tibetan Book Of the Dead Or the Seven Jewels of Zen Buddhism Or is there? Very few people think Blood type positive Each relax on Oxygen Pop you spin Lock no one wins boy
The soul child of rebellion Every frank discussion Left no trace of the taste Foul taste violence Shared adrenaline needle injection Cause and effect Night Train coming and all I got I got a thing I do You can’t attract Everyone step off Get lost amigo
All written fly smokin’ meth Just guess at it Left tragic step addict Automatic the undressed fully All heat Nothing sweet You get struck by the Tech No one knows you never slept Jet to the lab To grab the stab up Have to duck some beware of fuck I untucked the weapon
I’m made of meat, pasta and sauce I’m the boss of the crew All toggle the switch To get rich Everyone done In the Sun Get your hype Swipe the pipe Smoke a bowl Rock and Roll Gat you pull All rhymes null When you get capped By the strap
Train Gong Fu all day What else is there to say Coming up with stuff To crush Break Wreck Keep in check Makes X marks the spot On dot For a Blood Clot It’s hard and hot
To handle scandal Vandals Can’t dismantle I blow out candle Light reefer The greatest teacher
He has the cheese To breeze Everyone freeze done Be is hung For they come And get get it Raps dead Stick the Lead Trip up Metal stuff Dead you Go instead Crew Screwed by the boys in blue
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Hollywood
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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
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Solar Nexus
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Roses are red!!!
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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Grandmas Boy
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Your rap sucks, I clap your slut Cheeks slapping I tap my nuts on her butt
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#857703 - 08/04/22 09:53 PM (1 year, 7 months ago) |
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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
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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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Nice one. I like the MF Doom punctuation flow thingy you’ve got going on it comes off nicely.
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Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#859054 - 09/09/22 11:22 PM (1 year, 6 months 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
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Hollywood
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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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grammer natze
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This is a step up from the usual solid logs.
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Hollywood
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Re: poem [Re: remix]
#859183 - 09/22/22 02:37 PM (1 year, 5 months 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
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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
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Hey you, enter the ban lotto with me
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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
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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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I catch my slice of Heaven Past the 7-11 To Big Gulp the pulp is so Turn wheel slow Bro know so we flow together Like leather I’m tough I get roughed up When I bust stuff off the cuff I know bluff called walled off Tall caught in small shot for the pot To smoke it toke it broke a pound in And now I’m soundin’ so fluid I do it to it I raps Blue fit that tack is screwed in That last new thing On the scene Dirty lean Searching for gleam I clean and steam Suckas just dream I’m already on it so I bomb lost a Tech 9 Somewhere under a dime sack Murder is whack so I Quickly fact check a killer and Show him something iller
It’s the dragon drunken on mushrooms and cannabis With open toe sandals practicing drunken fist My footwork is so off balance I bend at crazy angles My star spangled banner man I love America They let me slide and practice the drunken styles I hit it up How many ways does a dragon box drunk? And fence the intensity of the drunken sticks Licks tricks back and fully whack max for laps To dap I slap up a bitch ride a hitch my shit is so far out All I see is tracks flow back Murder attack the whack for stacks I like to rap I sap the tree and see what it be like I love ganja and don’t be hype
One of the greatest tortures is knowing the psychedelic Very few trip for real with zeal to feel crew Stew in violence all their life in silence Later on they cry tears Raised with gangs and gang music You can’t win You might begin to bleed And all you do is smoke weed You proceed to see a sucka ass Hit the gas and drive past Point your gun out the window and kill him then smoke More Rain till it pour What’s in store is a rude awakening For those who need baking and Some touchup A little martial art to the the head such as Instead of violent Silent and meditative set it straight with psychedelic
I put the gun to my head Ate the eighth of Azurescens Then read The Buddhist Sutras Consciousness blessed me with it Development of Wisdom and Knowledge I study mind Most are blind The Dragon is Blind It knows the time Some crime committed The bastard got acquitted The shit I did split the scene Beam service at each heard of this verse I see the enlightened frightened by those in the dark All it takes is one spark to ignite the powder keg I shift on my last leg
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Hollywood
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Some rappers knew they couldn’t last Herbal Blast! The Herbs that make you say word up Number one is some Ganja The Blast Bomb Yah! At last you the don of buds Coming up with cuts every day The DJ Slay It causes tooth decay but that’s OK Cause you drink juice You never catch a deuce It’s loose women prison and decisions About the herbs Word up causes all that heard to duck Yo I don’t give a fuck I smoke bud And chew a little licorice root With ginseng to boot Herbal Blast collect the loot It’s the shootout in the Old West To see who’s the best gun slinger I smoke buds and do it with two finger
The old spice route How the spice is shipped I dipped into spice Like ice and clip A murderer sip on some shit I lit a joint It’s the point to get it avoid The deadly send heat up the creek Speak each week about food for thought All I bought was pot I clocked a lot It’s on my block dizzy I whizz chief in the Indy circuit I don’t work it it plays for days And all that hay is amazing I be blazing My rap stays in command Like desert sand I work on demand I jerk the suntan is the gun’s plan To go off and raw straw saw you all Above the law With awesomeness I flow with softness the herb’s gift
I busted with the meth the tech Saw crept up to leapt up You better duck for luck Run for cover before the meth Smother your life You beg for forgiveness on ice With shakes and tremors In a near death state It’s really great Cookin’ up some plate The date was for buzz to rub off Cuz Of soap Suds and slip I’m hip To the grip money something funny Like gun heat I bust one two three times the rhymes My mind is set I fret over debt And the edge for the sledgehammer Slam God damn my bammer flows heat I got disease with fleas bitten I’m smitten by the love of meth Until one day I got hit in the chest And the rest is history
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I'm gonna use all your lyrics and become a millionaire
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Hollywood
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I lived all live to survive Trying to legalize since 1999 I knew it I grew up as the cool kid On the block All the girls on my jock I didn’t murder Mr. Spock I clocked mega buds Buying quarter pounds All warp your rounds Come down with clouds of smoke I toke joints Most people haven’t smoked a joint I toke expert and anoint I used to roll up an ounce and hit the speed freak pad Smoke everyone out and glad to do it I run crew through hits and stay lit I had speed dealers living above me I had tried smoking crack so I fell for the gun heat Now all I do is smoke weed or have a cup of coffee I’m looking for a sheet of clean LSD
Shifting into the Modus Operendi All Men die one day Not everyone slayed Some die slow from old age Turn the page on Grandma She saw seen a lot a human being Experience the same thing Take you under the wing to sing Songs like Bongs hit You just can’t quit tripping once you Start dripping All equipping kids with the tools for gifting Kids be riffing on shit about to bit bite I rhymes all night contemplating kids and what They did it’s to rip roar All kids tore Like The Roaring Twenties there’s plenty of Gangsters I spank kids who Bang They sang and I rang their heads with my sped Up federal criminals essential licks
I got the Country Thang Before bells rang I hang on the corner There’s one or two corners in town Town is downsized into small fries Less than 2000 people We all know each other like brother and sister Your Mr. Martial was partial to the High School Football Team I love the way Football be in the small farm town Word gets around I was afraid to cop a pound Both dealers went down busted for dealing Freewheeling speed freaks copped for me deceased Was this one kid my friend who brought me 10s of meth People into Meth in the rest of town too It’s funny cause the money made to stay payed I stayed up all night counting to get spray on I lay long downtown to fray crown cable down Yeah it’s like how it sound No violent crime Always with peace of mind a piece of my mind I’m from LA Los Angeles in decay with gangs and drugs Thugs all over you don’t want to hit the block it’s all over
Fast drugs lead to Fast blood for Fast thugs Plugs pulled Dulled wood grain stain with blood Servin cluck Murder fuck if you should Don’t blame you Good to aim true So many murder cases with empty faces I aces with the place fixed it’s tasteless The makeshift Basepipe lit let’s get equipped Smoke crack in the thick of smoke clouds We get high and come down I like to train around a way in the ground today I drowned in Hay Further I stay up late and debate On the way plate spin decay sin for the play I win Cocaine
I’m livestock beef thrive off vitamins that reefer creeper Don’t be my teacher I can’t see each your way every day I knock you the fuck out with no delay You’re lucky I don’t poke your eye out You fucking cow If you a horse go pull a plow I hit up Down South They run their mouth all loud on liquor I seen shit there I fit stare at him on the air for flicks With kung fu kicks to beat the shit out of their dicks I rips tear My fist flair I the best you dare me? I scare G beware of feed fed blood red Wu Tang We serve and we bang on suckers who claim set I got my aim bet it might seem strange to jet But I head back to the pad I’m always glad to be alone in my zone I know some chill heads but still rare is the scary Bury you pain through the roof with juice I shoot Bids like slid smoke a lid and skid to a stop in bed Fall asleep like I’m dead for the day all the way
I worship buds The structure Of the go fuck yourself punk ass bitch What the fuck do you know about shit Want me on alcohol and cigarettes Tell you what I get you lit once And you never forget No sweat It’s in the test Or hit it to the chest I mix the rest I suggest Smoking a bean every now and then to clean Out head Relax you said you murder feds The curvature Like a chick’s tits You murderer You need trip I won’t light you up cause you can’t handle it Become a vandal and spit Gangbang then quit and try some shrooms LSD Peyote or DMT Then you raps ethereally
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Hollywood
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I saw a fighter tighter than a rider On an airplane with no radio play Claiming set all day swaying And saying how delay in his Aim meant he came kept up Leapt up to struck the passenger Master work fast that jerk Weapons with no fluidity In the city pretty little be Ditty Bop nonstop for the clock Rock his shock like tick tock On with hot shit Lost hint on the soft dent Perform form meant to the worn Spent in the norm for reform End the storm A fighter is born
I killed a Cop during martial arts practice I hatched the plot to still his shot after he got Served I swerved on him and dog gone went Plum loco no joke bro the cop got stoked so I provoked ganja tokes in the audience One chick let out a scream when full steam I ran the Cop over and beam with some cream On the gangster lean for a dream team To take over now you see how I be in like soldier I fold yours I golden doors into Heaven I 7-11 I get brethren to set for several men to jet Heck is wreck for sex to text message flex Fully X off the rest for spot smoke pot why not?
To wank off to spank off to thank Hoffa Jimmy Mafia Boss with the shimmy shine mind it’s time To masturbate if you supercharge you don’t Have to wait between orgasms you just come And span the chasm it has em Like ransom for grandson to brand buns Land some from hand job come the man slobbered On his chin to win solemn all tall when he solved The problem and involved sin for following God The steel rod beat him over and aver again
Mikey Neides is the truth I drank Old English to get a boost Drunken technique each tiki torch lit on the path to split ass Fast gash tearing wearing brain out with staring at anus It’s famous you lame just claim to bust and trust lust For fame I adjust the insane count 10+ earthquake Richter scale break no mistake I wake up people and read Them evil literature they blur and disappear with tear I seer the meat no defeat I’m complete I eat the beetroot And shoot street people like cute in the toot cocaine lane
I was spoiled for toiling in the Soil King thing I oiled to bring hash oil to ease the sting of wingtip That bring trip I sing Mick Jagger swagger I tagger I fag your bag up to sag pant suck shit get stuck For fuck I break truck and don’t duck I rupture the butt I suck for the lust trust that bomb fat fold cat for gat Sold data I at a party matter heart G don’t be smart Cause I beaten over the head every day that way I’m gay because I play with a guy’s thighs and disguise My boner as loner stoner except I’m owner on loaner With the Jones for store burst with the worst cursed items I light em excite friend for tight end I’m right to spend money It’s funny with gun heat to repeat defeat and unseat President Trump
I want to smoke hash oil with you That’s how I jump you into my crew We practice martial arts and take long walks Through parks after dark even we ain’t scared We well prepared to brawl disarm blade and call Them names that’s all we trip take a nip of bud And smother each other in love Like hand in glove That’s how the operation rubs off We smoke dubs soft Some of us smoke 20 dubs per day No way could we go astray I want to help you but God won’t let me I’m set to teach martial arts to every stoner freak I want to learn to speak Chinese I meditate with Tai Chi and I don’t use amphetamine
I reinstitute the Constitution of the US after breaking the law With a steel ball I threw at the tall Monument of Washington I got the Compass With the G Masonry I painted my windows white It’s tight when I master the populace I got all these Crips dripping on Trips and sipping Cactus Don’t act up or you get smacked up You lacked duck defense whence it came The aim was accurate and match your head tilt back You might get killed the attack was fact A soldier all told your hold your hand Cross the street you name brand
We made hash oil in the dorm kitchen Listen Everyone in college did a double take after toking get baked They thought it was laced I said nope it’s just concentrate They thought it was great It would have sold for $45 per gram Full melt and everyone understand the bubble I gave some to a homeless Vet who Got me pounds of Mexican Pot From over the hill we took the bus and head rushed When we smoked the plush oil It melts and boils and tastes so good! Once I ate a huge amount with shrooms And had the most powerful trip in the neighborhood The clouds ignited and coiled and twisted like dragons
We rock the Sativa! Got the Green and Brown shit look like ditch weed They sold me on the Street the Dead kids in Santa Cruz I’m not used to smoking that We get Indica and Crosses mostly No one imports Tropically Grown any more We’d like to see floor to ceiling Highs send you reeling The feeling is great Cerebral create the Cathedral Design for Mine New Church on the Bird Perch Getting the first come first serve is whack We want it back My mom smoked Dank Mexican Imports Once my friend Ty found a roach on the Playground When we were little kids We sparked it up we did It was the uplifting Tropical once again I’m an Indica head from Hollywood I think Global mixed with cultures from all over!
You clock a 9 up front never recline in the city Too much pretty ass sipping rolling Fast Causing blast bomb I remain calm Everyone else runs all over sounds the alarm It’s the country charm On the farm we don’t harm people We all equal the sequel is to reach through See needle in the haystack All the crew always come back The kids are whack I love to hear a Brooklyn accent mixed in With the country dialect begin To sound hillbilly All chilly Really? You still heat? If you not from the city you don’t appreciate The pretty trees and flowers I want to grow ours Our own of cut clone on the farm Dry it in the barn I smoke it like firearm in Compton
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Hollywood
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I turn bird on water word I eat bird seed All birds feed all day Then drink Water instead of smoke hay It’s nice to have grass and chill But water fits the bill I can still think of dreams I ink pen All inside and then I recommend water I got a 45 day I clicked heated up and saw the circle I work fully through the Purple Heart I got smart and planned my highs Herbal in disguise I realize it’s to thrive and Make the World nice I quit ice Cocaine is too dangerous I like the head but I’d rather stay on water You oughta try some Put that gun away and turn into shroom brain all To blame those who missed it To get dissed and flipped Water is trip it is shit
I’m the King of Birds Fully Westside I smoke the Left Side Herb It chills at the spot and it rocks I got Blue meth too It unscrews you and opens you up to flew through Time and space The Blue was my ace True to taste rare and I dare to find anyone else who come near I’m nearly peerless Royal Fam experience I lift I got the gift but still hitch rides inside I like to glide on some sweet I smoke it eat broke fit for weeks Toke and proceed to meet the needs Of the people This sequel is for the equal I don’t have any big plans Or demands only land to scope And smoke the holy smokes
I’ll be happy when I plant my own trees and veggies I’m an expert at horticulture growing ganja under light bulbs Ridiculous Shit they put us through I never forget your face You got me in a tight place I knew since I was young I did nothing wrong I developed beyond all my friends Who had behavioral difficulties Total geeks speaking of violence Some joined gangs I turned a bunch of friends on to herb And they turned cool sang the song Got into mushrooms or LSD Me I smoked pure weed until I turned 19 And hammered mushrooms I really hit it made the move up the middle Hitting eight balls My weight made me tall With all said and done I just begun as a psychonaut When I grow under the sun my life has just begun then I start life anew when they let my crew out of the underground
The learning curve burning nerves out on stimulants I smoke a joint and get chopped on a walk Burned out on the raw route I cook and shook The World with my know how Now everyone say Wow! I’m good at it and graze like cow I don’t allow now and again bitches who pretend to love To sneak into my club I rub a dub off some thug And snub out They took the wrong route I don’t shout out to them I’m sick of disaster with men Who can’t comprehend the effects of violence I stare in silence while in it’s shape and form It gets to be normal the killer bees swarm I perform for form that take shape I don’t rape or murder Something you never heard uh fuel me see I Shock Gs with my style Flow miles with piles of jewels I don’t need tools I meditate people are fools
I smoke steroid to tear void telepathic air avoid the tragic Stare down the wear town down with banging gangsters You should thank yours for the shank for the flank in store I gank a bitch more when they stank of the sure thing It swing they bang and can’t stop like clockwork My knot jerk some work come from the hurt done in one Swing the thing it bring you could sing and still be crowned King For the time being I’m seeing it straight to rap great and hate on Punk asses who fast to dash in and clash with the rash judgement They error tear your shit try to scare your wit I bit dare them to hit I terrorize guys who bang they act hardcore until they know They got an ass kicking in store Poor little things It sting and hurt to murder My shirt is further evidence of the tense Some never ate they crazy I sways a G To stay back and Platinum with some act in done
Smoke Sativa hum believe it’s from the equatorial region Being it only grows there all year season I breeze in the herb for word it serve curve with the head high I can’t deny I’m hooked even on how the buds looked I love a cross but pure Tropical is the boss I could toss an indica out the window I smoked so much before Sativa is so rare it’s beyond scarce no one dares smuggle it Into the United States for fate is to bring business to the Picturesque places like Jamaica Thailand or Hawaii I like to be in the thick of the tree to taste it and make it Face lift into smile I haven’t been high for so long G I smoke bongs or joints roll a bomber to get calmer with the taste I misplaced my mind and fell behind when I couldn’t have ganja time To myself it suffered my mental health get depressed a bit It’s nice to stay lit constantly I smoke responsibly Sativa oil is why I toil for labor for the flavor and major head blazer
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Will you write me a poem about peanut butter poopy?
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Hollywood
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You want the organic The soil is so dank you can’t manage chemical after the Special Soul Glow of the Original intent on the bent for How growing food went I sent hate mail to Monsanto They tried to kill me pronto They were in for a big surprise I shoved Ammonia Nitrate in their eyes It’s all lies the pedal About how you need the chemical It’s dependence on it that help poison our environment I don’t like toxic shit sprayed on my food If it kills it’s ill I wish I had the $100 bills to chill on Organic
Cocaine is good but not as good as meth Meth is better than Cocaine, Heroin and PCP put together I relax on plush leather after capping to sever off the head on meth You dead lost in the end of times mine is grim biz I rhyme shit And climb split the tree smoking Ganja for free I love my Ganja is has bomb character It gives you this incredible feeling that no other herb has the ceiling You don’t worry about overdosing or even coming close and The boast of men who tend the buds is large because they are in charge They are the farmers we feel growing Ganja spin the wheels of time This rhyme is to demonstrate how Ganja spins my plate It helps me meditate I’ve been practicing martial arts for almost 30 years I used meth and cocaine and prefer Ganja cry tears of joy
Doctor Soupy writes the peanut butter poopy Tons of scoops of feces goopy I stoop to take a taste It’s Gourmet I play the guitar and sing of so far As going to play at my friend’s house He likes it when I untie his blouse I killed a mouse in his house It made an awful high pitched fart noise I had to call the boys They came and arrested my friend for letting a mouse in the house I thought it was fitting Ever since I’ve been fitting pipes Until the Peanut Butter poopy Strikes!
The trip master with the faster hands to grab the acid tabs I reach for jabs to ribs and kick the testes I freeze my acid so it lasts long I attack strong on the bong hits with tight grips I fix a lip up my dick struck oil and makes water boil I foiled the robbery It’s my job to be slobbery in charge of retards G I make a meal that I steal the ingredients for I beach front more property by rising sea levels I dishevels restful sleeping peeping Toms I’m calm for the disarm of the homemade blade In the shade I made grade people behave like evil I peel in the back with the stack of cash Giving bills with the chills with rap mastery It has to be that way and gayness play
With the Azurescens handle Fireman’s Missions Repeated overdoses of the closest thing to what bring The unbelievable swing of the ringing bell to gel you Through hell crew it’s nothing new for I do more Damn it’s hellish you get put down and jealous Of the chill head you ego dead Relax kick back and said I bled like it I’m type twitch Mike rich from Psilocybin trips If you flip you might drip I like it with hype I ripe for another I smother the brother of each other My rubber composition is the kitchen’s worst nightmare I scare the butcher I’m a good looker I don’t see a hooker I book her for chill All is nil when you release and pop the pill of the East You slide like grease You deceased Like slice of cheese Bow down to you knees then hit the floor on all fours
Flowing with bird chirps the bird lurks in the sky With an eye to swoop and kill You might think that birds sound ill but Police are worse They bust your ass and burst metal They kettle boiling unsettling spoiling the place With their Ganja Laws they need to be displaced I hate a fucking Pig They like to relax and take a swig of the hard liquor Shoot their firearm stick their sticker Once I called a cop a racial slur about the pork content He came back with bomb meant to hurt me But I worked his G over and left him sober bleeding on the ground My teaching was profound I’m one of the best fighters around With hands or cold weapons No way would I let a gay cop in the left end of the spectrum Of my sect hum
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Eating flesh death come up best you can guess the rest Foul breath digest with less ammunition Hold the position Rappers get dissed in the ass I break glass to ring the fire alarm I armed I charm a darn fucking little bitch plucking Sucking ass in class with luck bring grass Toke it to task No need to ask if I kill it in one hit I fill up with drum kit On the ill stuff Psilocybin Get live in it fry in the head I set it Never forget where you went to My crew screw up the food truck With smooth luck I pluck a duck out the pond I’m fond of duck meat Cooked Cantonese A delicacy
In my neighborhood banned the stranglehold Realize how good I am BLAM! A sucka damn caught luck when he ran Not knowing who I am but sensing the tensing in himself While I stay loose I roll stealth I don’t show off I melt Psychedelic I pop a relic to bell it with hits Lit shit is the wick for the bomb Blow up Like the Vietnam Draft I laughed when I saw the task to ask me to kill I said fuck you pay your own bill I ain’t mafia so what’s stoppin’ yah from poppin’ some head? Drillin’ till I’m dead until I fed it’s killer bread And that said I further sped up to head off the truck At the pass I come up blast Pulling out fast with the twin gats I dash a sucka with bullet holes motherfucker
Lost Souls I tear your heart apart at the crossroads I’m getting old to do hits at midnight I write rhymes instead I wish I was dead on the draw with the law with the cannon I understand when people use the gun but I have no relation I give the sensation of the way shit stain in the bloody rags When I tags them They dead men I said friend, Send me your last will I kill still Fit the bill for ill to drill and skill I left nil to those who fill up Not carin’ about the past giving whiplash in head on collision It’s precision work with weapons in the kitchen Dish in the spit shine I dissed mine my own I’m a clone of the known styles of Gong Fu Leave smiles on the few who go miles to see it I be it And free fit the hit You seem like dick So scram before I show you who I am
I’m glad I got time off from martial arts and glassblowing I was a gangster and a killer I clocked the iller trip Taking more than sip I immersed Quenching all thirst for head to turn dead red I sped fed up later I skater All cold hater my plate their Spun wax like day care I take care of kids And slid right skids in tight to the space My ace was some freebase I did the chase for the cold case to taste About faced All the Freemasons I’m great sin to get in with I related all the spray I duck On the Street good luck No one can handle the Street Sweep Who isn’t Wu Tang Bleep
The kill goes down I’m not talking about a pound of weed The serotonin make you bleed The harmaline in the brain natural X-ray Through train Your lane is ill Cappin’ fill And wax still Rip the drill for warfare Scare all the kids Startle adults It’s an insult to be involved with a woman What you fuck you want in the Game? I’m the same as another bird who came With the lyrics They fear gone tear hit up the beer lit I rear end clip dip sip and trip Plus skip the hip From grass I did meth and all types of shit don’t ask
I have an excessive Yang Metallic energy from Meth and Steroid I have a good Wood quality from the all I be shrooming and booming The Pot I smoked is no joke and worth it for Fire and Earth I need to get married for my Water I slaughter you oughta step back to Fort Lauderdale Shit pale in comparison the clock all the fate you stale just wait You get impaled on the plate people don’t understand The Brand Label Wu Tang and how it rules the Thang around town Soldiers are also down People who have been tortured shock me and leave me in awe I saw a guy in the market once who had been tortured by the Germans He somehow survived I hope he thrived I know he cried and screamed and cursed and worse Spit and shit you get tortured don’t commit you permanently lit They hard to hang with!
I got a dead Valentine Rose for the flows She on her toes How it goes? She knows Wu Tang always shows aim To break down and claim set Before jet and wet it I bet shit get hectic When I crept up Your head duck Like lead cluck Struck for some motherfuck It gets murder you heard uh Word up Everyone wants to murder Curve and swerve into the nerve Hit some bird in the 3rd eye Crush that shit With the Phoenix Eye Fist My wrist twist when I slay I don’t delay I golden ray of Sun I’m on some carrots I sprung A lung smoking the fairest Finest leave you with blindness To bitches and their shit
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Edited by Solid Log (10/25/22 12:31 PM)
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Hollywood
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Meth is a dungeon drug All pulled the plug in the sequence Get your freaks wet in the deep stench Of the reek went the teacher bent your head Fully bled out you said route For some head clout completely led down the corridor Considering Florida for retirement My tire went flat Fat cat sat Call it black Witch’s broom too soon under a full moon You could spoon some coke but you broke toke Ganja Stay away from hypes and glass pipes for meth
Ganja is the Dragon What was for your cuz is the head buzz you said was The flavor all crave more than behave on beer You a slave to the rear back room Attack soon You lack high noon Shootout You flew down to Texas for one one day It made you gay So you decided to stay It’s ill to get paid to slay I murder every day What the fuck you gotta say? Don’t tell me about Satan I’m blatant Shame on you went to game roll through
I work on people Like at the beach it gets evil Sand in the ass crack You can’t fool a black They were enslaved then segregated It’s fucked why black men demonstrated They hated the white man to this day and Spin the plate to DJ Make the rap jams leeway Allow for cow to graze in the maze 31 flavors Aim yours at the sky and let one fly I start to cry How could I get thighs breasts and legs I begs on the street for a keg of beer Steer clear of the fear
I push shopping carts Homeless It’s a bone fest in the homeless shelter Helter Skelter I felt your meth venom I wear tight denim jeans I mean smoke on green You a has been rapper I master you ass like the clapper I sap your strength Gank your length Then spank you No thank you I don’t fuck anyone handsome I rank son For the handkerchief I burn a spliff
Chillin’ with my gun fully auto won the lotto liquor gets you blotto My pot elevates the consciousness to bomb makes sense Stay calm I recommend ganja All kick back in a lawn chair Screaming at thin air Is no way to to fair You could squeeze glare fully care about the flare Get some player up on lair Dungeon if you smokin’ meth come some way there I stay bare naked butt to cut strut stuff I cut your cuts off I tuck some gun for the shit gets done I’d rather shoot you than scoot you If you fuck with me I don’t give a fuck about you G
I set up the head busting trusting lusting Fuck thing luck ring true For something new I threw away the stew And had KFC You can’t disease me I ease in for free Knowing how glowing found the low thing down I blow your house around the town world It’s swirled like Ben and Jerry’s I marries a pint of ice cream It melted I help bitches with their felt tip pens I recommend sausage I the boss of hostages My rock and roll get you nauseous
Like Fred Astaire I dance on air I don’t tear A Holes open Most are all ready broken and spoken for I take ten tokes and go to War With the big dick fix a trick Stick the click with the lick up Oral sex hex you then dead soon Like Lead do in the Fed two in the Red Zone Fluid I ruin prospects for objects to ram thrust Up the Ass I cancel class and burn glass My Mastery is championship league I never fatigue I clock a mean ad lib Had Acid Dropped it tabs that trip lasted I Blasted most off the map it’s Rancid now and Thanks to ass plow I ask how to do the dance downtown I’m a Noun a Person Place Thing I ring
Bird Word Shirt Chirp Jerk Ganja Bomb Calm Psalm Mom Mafia Don Arm Charm Karma Dharma Digest Acid Bile Liver Shiver Quiver Dish Soap Loc Choke Smoke Hashish
Peyote Slay Homie Lonely Jonesing Psychedelic Head Straight Fed Sped Up Meth Death Noradrenaline Set Wreck Check Flex Murder Wrecks Hex Ecstasy Effect Knock Nonstop Drop Cop Pop Stop
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Edited by Solid Log (10/26/22 11:02 PM)
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Hollywood
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I can’t see straight any more My raps pour rain I made a Zen contribution and Got booted for my lens scope fluid I threw shit at the Zen Master and Hasta do it Cupid shot me with an arrow Now I’m in love with a sparrow The road is straight and narrow I use the wheelbarrow I dare you to glow And show and prove A sucka move ducks I truck a lot of luck around with the new sound I rap’s down I clown a fool He has a spool of duel strings and stings I’m his King I gave him Swing Music plus Blues Now he has Blue Suede Shoes
Smoke Sativa hum believe it’s from the equatorial region Being it only grows there all year season I breeze in the herb for word it serve curve with the head high I can’t deny I’m hooked even on how the buds looked I love a cross but pure Tropical is the boss I could toss an indica out the window I smoked so much before Sativa is so rare it’s beyond scarce no one dares smuggle it Into the United States for fate is to bring business to the Picturesque places like Jamaica Thailand or Hawaii I like to be in the thick of the tree to taste it and make it Face lift into smile I haven’t been high for so long G I smoke bongs or joints roll a bomber to get calmer with the taste I misplaced my mind and fell behind when I couldn’t have ganja time To myself it suffered my mental health get depressed a bit It’s nice to stay lit constantly I smoke responsibly Sativa oil is why I toil for labor for the flavor and major head blazer
I wish a bud for everyone Oh if you haven’t sung the song You need bong hits a long time ago I hit it stick up the tricks duck and dive With my pot connection I thrive I get it live now Back then I was dead as a doornail my friend I recommend pot for martial arts You don’t amp or darts Plus you off the charts with the physical You might as well be invisible If you plan residual effect I check for ill and make specs for the kill it techs I hit up meth I’d rather smoke pot Some people forgot but I grew up smoking and toking I’m not joking serious weight as a teenager that’s great Real pot seal stop the wielding weapon shot But back to the snot free I recommend the tree Can it be that we all sing the song G? Legalize and realize the future A place where you don’t need to taste the poison Little boys in the game are toys and aim
I practice Tai Chi that’s me Not hype to be amp and psych with my lamp I like to G off and speed soft I loft high on drugs and cry By design my mind is inclined to flow Just how I relax and blow stacks I kick facts and jack up medicine My style is better than hard styles I go for miles with mind in file and while I got the floor what’s in store is more Before I was aggressive now with Tai Chi I lost the secretive nature and hate your external Hard infernal crazy nature of boxing I locks thing up some get stuck but I shy it off And inclined to stay soft I circle and work fully I pull heat and draw with the complete glow control My soul loves the way I roll now It’s like I found God and how I’m born again I send the message to a friend Try Tai Chi you’ll be surprised to see how The practice can match any form of medicine And put you in a state of deep relaxation
He’s Deadheaded Straight up Psychedelic With weapon tucked embedded He set it with friendly clip So zip the lip shut You murder but you heard of peace At least A lot of homies deceased The beast took them Shook men All hook off stage and off the page when You rookie in it look heated then it Took the gun bended look he sended it Lended hits to a friend the end I recommend mushrooms To the acid culture like vulture They eaten dead like buzzards Acid is harsh word 33rd and a purse full of money Nothing funny like gun heat to some G I like defeat and greet meet Under the seat is your weapon The cops searched now you headed to prison
I took my UFO into space Everyone claims I’m a space race To the sun I always show face Where heat comes from Plus I stun with the heat I complete bust the gun underneath The table Leave you disabled and fucked up I’m an alien so I have to keep one tucked Or else it disrupt my day I can’t be caught slayed By an Earthling The first thing I do when I leave Earth Is burst out singing I bring the flavor that all human behavior is based on My taste was wrong for a song about humans They don’t deserve shit they worthless I hurt just as the rest of humanity lashes out Inhumanely It’s insane to be a human Doomin’ the human race to a wasteland Is why I command to study the plan To elevate the consciousness of man
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Edited by Solid Log (10/31/22 09:33 PM)
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Hollywood
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I do the the dick move all smooth to lube up My food truck sells Mexicans ducks I buck a fuck off suck for the muck Bottom we got em Servin’ ni@@as with shotgun My robot sung with me I’m G I clock a paste of coca so I taste I get displaced by humanity My planet G is in far off galaxy I snack for the attack And come back with fists I get pissed and swing on I bring long ding dong I’m King Kong No one smokes bong like me Tightly rapped up you see I giant lean defiant Don’t try it You get smoked and eye in it spoked Poked pot get toked All gangsters loced I thought provoke Don’t choke now you hope how Some smoke cloud come down In your area the pot I Mary Jane What you wearin’ you best explain What’s your name and why you came Is it gangster rap to blame I serve with cane Professional unquestionably to exclaim All that shot got it aim Draw down it’s law now Smooth round sound you hit the ground
I want to go insane on cocaine Lose track of reality Reality of Nationality is from the Andes My plan G is to P bust it smoke weed Sniff blow not speed Blow is psychedelic you know I’m not familiar with the long term effects But when I packed techs I liked herbal coca I smoke a rock and stop the clock on my box I clock some toxic dose close to death For the last breath Anyone left suggest how to do it I smooth hit crack to come back Sniff a line fluid and unwind trip out come from behind With the route on cocaine My brain ain’t the same I got a new name It’s plain white vanilla with a side of the thrilla I’m a dope killer I smoke Gangsters I hang to bang on em Relax and flow with facts of why I rock a gangster And his whole block to death I clear out sections They interfere with my blow in the rear your ass show You look like punk so I sunk you Raps true with caps fluid on coke to do it Through skid I drop LSD and Platinum P
Before I do coke loc I’m buying a gas station with the Mary Jane Sensation Of Sativa I eat a oil capsule so I could rap Gold I sold all my guns For fun I run the show once more Tore an ass of a Gangster but that’s in the past Gangsters don’t last The class wipe them Everyone ripen For psyche some I Fast and press my luck I get struck by lightning Why I writin’ some raps And repping for Cap The gun clap is like thunder you wonder MCs shudder who missed the AK-47 no blunder From the sun here I steer fearless Through crowds of rejects No one expects to see it I’m used to checking marks the scene set Everyone on edge now Here’s the popping phenomena I gots the mob to do the job on yah
I bought more than 300 small bottles of water from the store I’m hard to the core I realized that to devise the master plan You have to understand the water and I oughta slam on a long one again With bong smoke done Take calm tokes from the blunt The stunt you pull is full of brilliance When you into the illness of meat and cheese and eggs I broke my legs and hit up kegs For nuts drunkenness dollar bills for the pump in this Gas Adjust the Cashflow for the last born I storm The stage in rage Grab the mic and recite a page I want to be Phoenix Rising No disguise in the high thing it sing Raps King for what bring the ding ring the bell It’s just as well in hell to trip So you could see it Not be it
I shake and bake make no mistake I rake it in dough like a ho Just so you know I toe to toe With anyone just for fun I run games in this violence trip I sip a drink and pink up a guy’s ass Then red make it bled He scream out in pain what’s my name? I’m servin’ game All word it’s all the same My lame brain kid here skid on beer And shed a tear at least he increased His shout outs and clout run how bout it some? I doubt that hung from the gun it talk Walk with the stalk Hit balk up black for attack Murder the whack server in fact You get the redacted document You ain’t allowed to see that shit I skip a brick on water I slaughter I marauder is calmer now that bomber dropped bombs I stay fully calm
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Hollywood
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I chew on rawhide Trip on suicide My neck got the scars provided by the style I smile and act cool while chillin’ I need to ill on Psilocybin mushrooms Before that I want to attempt to smoke cannabis a lot Trip is for the fatal shot It’s ill you got hot for the pot I rock the Glock cocked with tip top Rip nonstop flip flop fully locked End on top send you clocked out No doubt I rap rate all about how bout it astounded by rounded Tai Chi founded by me my own style I like to practice G it’s good exercise and internalize Martial techniques on the inside You can tell by my hands stances and steps That I never slept when I packed the Tech I started of Weed true indeed the teacher that features The chill stacks of neither lacking nor backing hardness I learned to harm just as dust escaped platefuls Of weight vegetables I’m sensual I mention pull in the fully auto my skull Is not a problem it’s revolving constantly I head spin my Chi Is a medley of deadly technicality in this reality of Shaolin
LSD is my stepchild Find behind in back of my mind intact style I find the time to plug in and begin the lesson And the lesson is great a warm plate or frying sizzle Drizzle rain drips into colors See Heaven and see yourself and know yourself in the mirror It’s a sharp corner to steer here Some think clear from LSD it’s pure Fear isn’t coming from me my G is solidly grounded And founded in violence my talent is blood red silence I style in rhyme checked kicked back clack the stack Of rap for another Gold record in a second I drop a tab Of acid the trip lasted and casted me in a new movie to see I on it and long to top it with frosting It’s costing me a lot To not see periodically I feel deep stress and a need to undress the mind And find myself again To see myself I’ve gone blind
I track with my rap like a bloodhound down The sound of max decibel left you pulled out Cocaine the dangerous rush route See Hallucination change the station Cocaine is a sacred smoke or sniff you get naked and riff I bake it with my crisp intact hat I’m that I don’t pack a gat I’d like to rap about wax instead of tax On cocaine I relax maintain the knowledge of rush You do the opposite of hush and start talking See revolving heads walking I stalking with the broom after smoking crack at high noon Rock can stop your cock back Provided you rapped Psychedelic Cocaine is intelligent for understanding the Dopamine And why they’re sellin’ it and your body chemically Uses dopamine in your natural routine as well As Serotonin and Anendine Methamphetamine is Noradrenaline
All I see is dead bodies Hit up the guy with the shot ready to pop You can’t make him stop He inhales clips and trips on you The stew you in is about to begin amping and lamping Within’ you know it’s a sin taking pleasure from adrenaline I kept my spin on life cannabis focused now I clock Nikes I the types of split personalities that rallying cry is why I see dead people People release here with the least fear they East end steer I like to sheer off the boss of the dearly departed I was to do the shit when I started I understood The part did clip tight like rip right intact Fully act up to rap duck the slip in this trip on Meth I left with the Tech smoking Steroid open by paranoid I mean the focus is on the glare you avoid from shiny man
You never smoked pot G! Your mind is rotten Like funky Ice Cream In a dream you seen pounds unlimited Some livin’ shit for real Always ready to peel and stack Feel fact of the grown Ganja on blown Lawn Chair kick back smoke a sack Get attack on some rap spun number one You could stun and have fun Don’t reach for gun your sun wouldn’t want that Like fat cat each rhyme is intact I’m Gonna speak at a gathering of the masses For classes I hit it down to ashes At last it’s the Ganja that some snot over Like four leaf clover I’m lucky to know yah I’ve always been a stoner since I was little I rap and fit you’ll get stuck in the middle
They gone just as fast as they came I light brains Blow brains out no doubt From word out of mouth You down South hang in your house You about to get your brains blown out You couldn’t manage this rap route I do damage And blow your brains out I skeez a G sees me being easy I heat trees and hit up Psilocybin I blow your brains out when I OD on trip it’s simple more than a sip Removes wrinkle in time I’m Stoppin’ on a dime it ain’t popular So shout about it When I blow your brains out and routed bullets To the fullest You could catch bullshit Like when you wool hit Your brains get lit And blown out for sure fit No doubt
I relinquished With trip seemingly sipped out of a glass You straight ass Light up a chemical And always remember pull Disease let you flow with ease Make cheese And breeze through Leads crew To evil deed do Lewd conduct The bomb tucked Your mom struck Stuck you in the gut In the family Murder serve a G Workin’ for free Some do see me I raps a Platinum attack On sacks of liquid I get with The changing times With changing rhymes I flavor the blind you savor And hit rewind On your tape deck
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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You gotta eat raw fruits and veggies Or this happen to you I don’t master kung fu I don’t have a clue how to fight At night I excite the babes And catch the sun rays I surf and catch waves Your girl stays with me She left you Because you don’t master Kung Fu All you want to do is act cool I accuse you of drooling It’s not a cool thing you do when you screw The pooch and mooch broom stick Wizard catch witch for the blizzard I rap stitch and pack glitch In the system You could have missed them I do it pronto so listen All your crew is in a stew Especially you Cause you act a fool And you think violence is cute when you shoot people
I smoke the sausage of awesomeness You all talk in this Ganja Game so take a walk and fit Game Tight for the night I raps write I like to take flights And ride bikes And make wall And call shots I’m a baller and I’m on top I’m also the guy with the sweet apple pie recipe I let MCs cheese on their tracks until their backs turn Then I make them learn It takes a long time to burn like me I get crucified and died on the cross I lost blood before I tossed up and in my tomb Which is my room I came back to life And busted knife techniques I freak each week for a Geek to make cheeks spread You dead You get hit in the head and said Why my rap relish? I like to eat Deli Sandwich The bandwidth on my shit causes havoc I’m magic and pour a glass of the savage attack shit potion My fluid is in motion like the ocean
I’m the avocado expert My lex work in the network I turn into jerk And perk up New York City Avocados there are the best for the player My major Avocado habit I chew them like a rabbit Then take a stab at it I mad with trip on my lip About to take a skip the class and ass out your ass with about it Avocados I doubted since the beginning Then it’s in the 9th inning and I’m winning the big prize You don’t realize what happens to guys who eat too many of the alligator pears I just stares at people who think eye of this needle is evil I hit the exit and flex shit I eat avocado for breakfast My Tech twitch on the stuff you bumrush on My mind is gone I don’t have long to live Why I kick this rap shit And make avocados flip
My knife sharpen in the dark and I spark flame I blame fools who school is fueled by crap I zap a MC who think he G I cancel fee for class so you get to pass in and out no doubt Master No chance your War you got tore I performed as up to par and so far I don’t see shit about you quit doubt fools With the drool I tool kit in the closet sit my market basket is ass kicking I give a licking to the sickening sting you pull on bullshit old knit I fold 5th I trip on some shit I’m not lying I want to be flying on Psychedelic How the fuck would you feel you punk ass bitch?
I don’t flex I smile from ear to ear and make checks I got the best X My next bet is to step to the let through crew that stew in it My brew witch’s I cinch in this To flip shit And stick hits the snitches Shot them up Rock in the cut So now you know enough Your girl is all slut I got the front on it Plus the back I don’t jack I pull it fast out The last route I shredded I was headed for the bed dead I Mex smoke the tokes It’s no joke in life My mic strikes When I light up the type of stuff That take one puff I smoke enough to keep the doors shut And the windows My kinfolk all did smoke and shroom
Raw fruits and veggies have magic in it It’s tragic when you handed shit Turn your sponge to leather I had the real leather apron with no cape on Crusted with blood holding twin meat slicers I roll dice your curb gets the word up for truck I got the red teachers the T on the end of my tongue My tongue sprung me I don’t like guns be Lay back On the track I never lack flows and it shows Just how a style grows When you throw lyrical grenades We can tell you lost in the shade with no sun MCs haven’t even begun to breeze And they puffin’ trees So do it with ease And rise degrees You best to make cheese Or else you catch disease later on Later on skater catch you later later on
Gold and Platinum records You wreck sectors of the crept up Gs want to limit And get all in it with weapons Shoot you Stab you Fuck up all you do You can’t chill in this ill spot All the ill got caught I brought it up so the law you could tuck in your pants I dance and clock the answer is I rang the phone all day long I don’t bone I clone Jones for the bones to smoke no joke People didn’t toke from my feeble Gen X I’m for real You need it at a steal the price My advice to government is to let people grow they be lovin’ it Life no sweats no bets off no leapt loss no wreck to toss You be your own boss and play it how you do You could smoke with your whole crew Like we used to as glassblowers We rock and rollers we don’t charge tolls for Worlds to spin That way you could begin to win not lose You choose the weapon If you crept in you best get to steppin’ then We don’t let you in
I want to ignite pot on tracks I like to take long walks and I talk with the hands Like rubber bands All planned as command with the Herb It’s word No one is heard a thing like it from the psychic even I’m trained in remote viewing and magic The Order is watching me all day I’m used to it I grew up in Hollywood and knew it as a kid But back to the bids Yeah ignite shit and get tripped Flip martial arts styles all night with smiles I like to roll the files and child is the children Got kids running from the building I killed in I chill then I still hit the ceiling wielding weapons indoor I practice weapons more than most I toast to the Filipinos who got me in My whole world is within the grasp of the fisherman Of men I clock ten out of ten when I smoke Ganja then Convert you with one lesson all the old crispy fuckers who never toked
Meth walls make meth balls death calls Each roll is an 8 hour or stroll you cold almost dead when you get home I roam the back country roads I chose the flows of it Because I heard it in public that pot heads get shot kids I wouldn’t fuck with meth bids It’s hard for me to speak on meth because my herb connect was fresh I mastered 156 herbs and plastered words on my wall like phonecall All types I fall off the ends of the Earth for what it’s worth I work shit for the curse lit I surf bet the murkier the better I wear sweat pants and sweater I don’t let your teacher compete hear I rock each gear and fall asleep hardly ever I’m on the lever I treasure my flights but the insight I gained paled in comparison With the Ganja there you in struggle a bubble pop I copped Eagle with shrooms The sequel comes soon Fuck meth and all that ruin my life and give strife I almost lost my life and can’t be polite with meth heads On their deathbeds
Meth heads in love with refined drugs and high dose It’s easy to have a toast and snort the most Weed you gotta smoke for 15 minutes before your fill is finished I like edibles for narcotic pulls in the wools temperature sent your form I bent them more in store to the core Anyway yeah refined drugs just pour on the steam If you don’t know what I mean smoke hash oil and gleam All it seem like to me is hard hitting like lead pipe across the skull Never a dull moment when you chose to enter the Dragon The paddywagon gonna pick me up after this rap cut I don’t strut my stuff Some people think I bluff I chill in the rough with ill mixture from cut I serve a stunt when I truck I don’t tuck a weapon I step in and disarm all types weapons You stepped in the House Of Flying Daggers My apartment is dangerous with me in it on guard duty imminent doomsday I truly live this shit
Everyone maintain with no need to explain to clock way in get brain To stay in step freshness you bet shit def hit the flip trip I get a grip and sip and swig and back shit for the attack spit actress A heard for the last word and mastered the faster you blurb the duck honk Wonked for stomped from Compton they bomb then I’m from Hollywood I grew up serving good grass But that’s in the past I suffer whiplash from that last accident crash A sucker fast to pull gun he needs shrooms sooner than later I don’t skate here I awake fear and bring it clear to high dose Most afraid of it the ladies love it then you spoke and the track Come back and change the subject I rub it the hex sunset I text message I left leverage on the severed heads Suckas fled from me you dead you see I’m too well trained To kick it A on the test clicked with the professor off air My softness scare people they used to seeing heat I’m cold and old so I bold and get chosen for frozen even Know the meaning
Wise bird all turd the 33rd up But if you want I can front like I might get wet I fight to stay in kept within to begin with it’s a sin All for dinner I got it planned Every man for himself If you stealth you get in without letting anyone know All raps show below So come from slow and know it You got to grow it Ganja trees so you can ease into a mellow head instead I like to trip Trip rips you you get dipped crew True that I flew fat through the lewd stack of back issues I twist fools off No need to act the boss I toss the employee lost I frost up and cut No one want to stunt the growth to runt too close I broke the toaster and supposed to I’m a roaster all roller coaster make the most of Both slid extra skid marks darken Charm in the game is the same where you spark in the lane The trees blew like breeze
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
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Chill All numb feeling with no ill A euphoria Born in torn to see yah worn out I shout but no one cares about it I route a 5th for crowded exit lift The astounded Grip the rounded pounded down Wield weapons out of town for frown I got it nouns and verbs Words that serve I swerve poetically I’m set to see all that heat up and reduction The function serve as one kid hurt On the schoolyard caught by jerk And out of work Ain’t it somethin’? You bluffin’ and get rough in this Learn the twist to doo wop and the head bob Don’t nod out You might found yourself dead in the end
About to head for the red zone To cop a kilo of cocaine All stay in your lane hard to explain But I remain on top I light up don’t stop I got clocked shocking the rocking rolling Toll slid out the bid and folding Roll thing it’s cold swing The thing is stinging now ringing how I’m swinging bound to astound with Platinum crown Out loud take it to town for pronoun I hound dog the fog and smog I shock the cold old told it big down Sold around town as the profound but drowned in shit sit In the itch you a cinch to bench press
Head out See what everyone up to as run crew Scooted down the block to shock the cops I pops a cop Scare the fuck out no doubt They don’t have the clout for whereabouts Get it loud Turn up the sound Till they found town as noun and verb I serve a cop with murder nonstop I’m a cop killer I get iller and biller like chiller I cap filler Still it drill your shit till you can’t quit I’m a hit job massacre faster than blast you’ll learn I burn in the urn is my ashes I trashes the set and lashes out at threat I cold get wet
The land of the free all high for bein’ dry You could re up to try to fly Gone by airplanes in the sky When you ask why I gotta shotgun ridin’ for fun in the sun Someone done it cold run hit The job for slob to get till it odd And mod I clobber a sucka Who try to buck word I heard about loud music down the block Who choose it? See if it’s a party don’t start me up I always crash a party like duck To seen for good luck I steam roll like truck Out for a fast buck anyone chuck they Taylors I whale on the beach all stale Trump got impeached
A Dragon Fist All dragon twist a spiraling circle Bring the thing don’t hurt fool Like I King I sing the song All day long and smoke a bong I was wrong to shroom? Fool I knock you out too soon for being rude I got a good attitude when it comes to cute girls My world got hurled by God I got a job selling squad odds and ends If you defend yourself it’s good for your health I go stealth bomber Stay calmer than no drama on the lips Spinning sinking ships On this drips mind LSD I find the time to ski I just be that guy with the eyeball I ride tall in the saddle and rattle snake tail Without fail you might want to bail
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Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
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It’s hardcore to be a Wu Tang Master Old Law gun Drawer Saw yah at the club with a dub sack inhaled in your lungs I smiled all the while Oh Ganja Child The Ganja was for my file folder I get older than light Ignite on sight when I write The plight of the Shroomer Old school Boomer Dead Tombstoner All alone Mind Fist Zoner I clock the clone you’re seeking For reeking of hard earned sweat Don’t forget I’m a slave Under the same system we all behave I try to stay brave Tomorrow is Veteran’s Day
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Old mate firebender
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Roses are red Violets are blue Nobody posts at the growery Except for me and you
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 11 minutes, 57 seconds
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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
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I’m roasting on a water Flashback to the slaughter And everything Mushrooms make your head spin to begin with Then finish you off that’s the business plan man I could feel the current of the Earth My strong root in Gong Fu I trip before or after training People need to be explained to how to feel Their Mother Earth is a wonder It’s so Complex there’s so much to explore I read texts About Horticulture I love to grow plants I want to grow Peyote Cactus People react to this violently They don’t respect their Mother as I can see I ain’t lyin’ to you G Live Psychedelically The rest will be History No more Rape or Murder It’s the shit you never heard uh then I chill disabled in my den Teaching folks a lesson
If you rap strapped it gonna come back Not whack in the sack you got it if you shot it You could take pot hits and lock fists By design rhyme meant to undermine times in the gang Hang with your crew all you do is violence In silence I hang and don’t bang check my file it’s A picture of me reluctant to be poppin’ firearms I charm and don’t harm I work the farm and spin yarn I get live in the barn I like to garnish puke up the Yohimbe It gives me flight and insight into testosterone You could fear it and leave it alone I got in the Zone enough times to relax mind made up After facts about the testes left these hefty sacks of weed Up for speed meth Yang to death with no place left to run I stun for some from the gun I come to sun up the sum You run and duck when you see me on the street Fully formed complete
I don’t run meth I cut the shit off like the boss did it I rock crispy lyrics dis heat and beer itch People fear this try to get near this You could hear the hiss of snakes Big mistakes made by the lake in the shade With rhymes sprayed all over the place I grace with gross motion dilated off the potion I’m so open I’m broke in to the store and pour rain Insane train in the lane all fluid to do it screw it A fool I hit top tip knock socks off then led screech Change directions hit the beach catch some waves Smoke Ganja for days since I quit meth The breath is death Some leapt up to get dead struck Spray lead duck they well fed and tucked in bed Psychedelic is the real shit don’t relish A cocaine rush either I’m Mike Neidlinger
Mixed in the drug game is it really all the same? I lock brain on water exclaim how I mother The kids as a father figure flip lids Cause the got your high bids to auction off lids of Ganja I stay calm from years of heavy Ganja I can drop bombs but I’m tryin’ to stay off yah back In this drug game I don’t lack I used to get high off the raps I made on drugs Rapping about drugs, blood, thugs and big hugs My murder was to reach out to teach downtown About something round and circular I get it to work your hurt in more I’m sorry I got the top seat almost always in a fight I can kill everyone in sight I am so sick of your murder and violence I stare in silence at my Buddhist Texts Well read and I am lucky I am well fed Like a sucka I’m dead already how my head hit the wall in the building Really strong I got shell shock PTSD complex
I clock brains all the came with the same trip I must explain Brain in your lane don’t get in mine I stop on dime When someone fucks with my trip Why I rip trips to lick the Suckas out my head until I’m deadhead Lightning skull a bunch of bull? No! Until you got some pull it’s all null and void Toys I avoid I raps about the story boring to the born again toyed With the section my reflection I see is hard to be a lesson for just me Everyone has to be the Psychedelic When the Platinum Bell ring all everyone sing It rings true with Kings who sniff glue It’s not a new song But everyone sing along and dance I love romance With the answer in the back pocket Don’t stop it You about to clock riches It’s a cinch to stitch this up and flip
My plan hasn’t changed People think I’m deranged wanting to smoke Sativa imports from the Tropics I load up the program off my floppy disk Old school Ganja is a tool for shooting off into space My ace up my sleeve was always my childhood weed smoking Toking learning how to hit it roll a joint make a pipe all fitted For the occasion I stay blazin’ at the gas station No relation to Petrol Companies They poison the Earth and give birth to Satan Chemical Plants Nuclear Reactors Farmers driving tractors with tractor hats Packing fat gats all gangster Thanks to the stir in the blur I say word You haven’t heard of shit like this with the twist I need Ganja again I like to take tokes through a bubbler I blew myself Make a phat headpiece for me and you I don’t want to charge you and screw you I love crafting glass It’s long in the past but I was high all the time So it’s a special experience of mine
Bombed off the bong smoke Take a toke choke it broke your lungs busting chugging coughing spastic Raw hits off a spliff are nice I don’t like a bong with ice I like room temperature My connect served me before earlier this day Got a fat sack to practice my blades I got a stay of execution from the institution For causing the solution to fix the problem I solve em Don’t get involved in it Let the master fix the hitch I flow off with drips brains Stay shaking loose change It might seem strange or funny You need to have money to buy Ganja It should be grown on every small organic farm for the charm I worked a farm Always had the green thumb Some Suckas get dumb when they from the inner city And never smoked a tree
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,695
Loc: Seattle
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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
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Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
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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
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Edited by Solid Log (11/21/22 03:56 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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Edited by Solid Log (11/23/22 02:49 PM)
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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!
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Edited by Solid Log (11/25/22 09:33 AM)
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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
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Edited by Solid Log (11/27/22 02:21 AM)
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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
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Edited by Solid Log (12/01/22 08:39 PM)
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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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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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Washing the brain All murders insane Get the lane on visions In prison with the dis in I registered physician On a mission To bring you health
In Heaven I walk and practice Tai Chi every day Some people wonder anyway why I say that? It’s because I relay phat and peaceful Equal at the equinox like locks that feeble creature away Tai Chi is your best teacher
Cutting circles and angles with blades Your blood sprayed all over the place I’m a disgrace if I kill you So I put my weapons down real chill dude Let’s drink some ginseng tea together
Bring the Ganja Vibe I bring it to my tribe That practices Tai Chi live We super thrive We feel the energy freely circulate All along and a song for this is straight with no twist
Puttin’ ripples through your sound wave behavior I flavor tracks that rip trillion dollar plans for War and commands I rock the jams Coming through on demand for this brand I save land for water I could slaughter I know I oughta not I smoked a lot of pot
Coca clear all the lane for a smoker Qigong on it long fist to trip with I missed hits so I flip switch Retire on the bitch and perspire exchange sweats You no threat I wish you’d quit cause you ain’t shit
I call my speed trip Mag I was on a speed flip plain tag In the bag for a rag to sag it I language fix the program hit it I ran far with the ball didn’t quit when it’s written I sittin’ on the lump now shiny as fuck with the POW!
God gave me a meth overdose! Your Ganja didn’t overdose me The loco weed So God hooked me on speed Gave me the OD!
I exercise on Meth I exercise all my life on Meth All the time I’m walking I’m Stalking your pathways Outside and graze the lawn
There’s always plenty of time for Meth! Get your left arm in a barn Doing the cows Wish Washing them how Meth was the best!
Meth is the new call of the Republicans Meth is Speaker of the House Democrats stank like pot All the pot you got is for Democracy To end on Meth!
He stood like an iron tower His power was immeasurable On meth he lit up the set You can get dead quick Fucking with his shit
The set has to flex every morning They like to in the pouring rain, too All shit they do is wax your crew For sipping on brew I claw all the law for the paw Gong Fu
All I need is a few puffs of weed I flashback and hit the road jack like Ray Charles Cartons of cigarettes later I chill I ain’t no hater I’m just a ill ass skater Doin’ tricks that fix like magic all the sadness
I drink water with my daughter Jasmine Rub the Aladdin Lamp Ramp up the boogie to withstood heat major I play there in the cut the truck rope dope Cope with it I soak in it light me up to the limit I’ve got to trip Psychedelic to spell it properly Plus Ganja for eating or smoking
Once I ate an eighth of stress weed It prepared me for mushrooms plead Innocent I bring it came and went Spent dough on it though my bonnet blue I dress like a tool wielding maniac Who smokes crack
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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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Cry. Cry. For all the days gone by You get sad not mad when you examine your life Strife strikes pipes types hypes ass wipes Motherfuckin’ mics to rip type that sip weed Speed Psychedelics Relics of old story told
Crowns all rotating rounds with clowns full of funny Bunny trips licks like sticks magic tricks thick in this Whip business isn’t distance to manage claim baggage Rap savage rhymes damage plan shit out fan of it Ran it hit damn it lit mics I write this shit all night
I study Buddha to become the perfect enlightened one No guns involved wall to wall fall from the ball stun Could you max this money it doesn’t mean nothing Ascetic bring magnetic pieces in the East it’s feast on this Real fold crisp types who get dissed we like to enlighten
Marvelous hard like bricks of compressed tropical Ganja All bomb on yah with the nominated flow that skated bomber Hold old as calmer I write this farmer of weed soon to see Indeed Coming free like G to P I rock this tree cop this plea Possibly could we stop and be see I lock the lead and top indeed
Tap a joint ash point lashed out rash fools with tools come to spoil I boil in the soil I toil to grow the best the rest I suggest you stay fresh I left back at school uncool for a fool to use who max and crew relax Spun without tax fully relaxed kick backed raps sap at the basement The face meant cement I ace when I prevent the place from going to waste
Ice off the planet for land hit from the sea the enemy flee from G Rock the see in this top of the glee mop it up on weed sock it to em Indeed I make you bleed if I need to I read through the Wu Tang manual On how to fully stop roll it in the rocks for jocks to flock to I rock crew Might hip hop too y topic is stew for I cop it it’s Gong Fu on this top switch
You can get rich off dusts and powders like clam chowder with the out louder flavor My neighbor does slave labor he can’t save yah I blame cuz for what was and does And doesn’t I bust might hit I fight the rich against for the poor to cure I more in this Core is business I witness the shit at close distance my wishlist is the dish it I rip it I flip it I cold sip to guzzle does you’ll pull bull is a fully money null gun heat cold
I’m high in my eye you could wonder Y Y Y big girls don’t cry I try to make em happy Some slap heat across the face to waste of a life mics strike this might twist another Cigarette for the threat to set and wet it I bet it I medically insane I lane in the brain Fold this entertain I got flame I set name I complain I fall like rain breath is death Left is ecstasy I best to see some I lead gun to the seed spun breathe and relieve please
All Danish point rips it up the joint coin boy into man raps plan for sound scam Iran Is a Nuclear Power and sour this mash with rash harsh unruly judgment a sucka sent for it Went to War with the door creep up creak seek the enemy bleak the tendency reek of Ganja Weed I top this breed for lock into seed for the need for speed like Lockheed aircraft military draft I master ask you chapter to flat for the rap born morning the loss of boss the cost was sauce
Tricks that fix the flicks on the network your head jerk in response to bombs dropped Calm it stop pop fully cop wool heat sweater forget her she letter A to stay is bladed Drops ray did from sun play with the gun made it and same as the lane fast for cash Make a dash rash judgement the subject the blood went the murder flirt flex on Ecstasy The rest is easy breezy cheesy and please me with skeeze lead off seed speed for weed indeed
It’s the Wu Tang Killa Bees Coming with Gs to be humming Summing it up running amok Dumbing down what sound you found Smoking a pound Rocking around the cloud without a sound Got this profound I lounge Serve a sucka noun and verb Heard out word got perturbed Some nerve I got a sucka to serve further swerve on him The luckiest to pluck easiest the breeziest Some need this with Jesus I just knock you in the sock you rock fools clock tools Shoot true indeed servin’ speed meth to death Smoking Ganja inhale the breath of what’s left on the roach clip
Cocaine snow dust bunny rap coming facts Running to gunning up the engine that I mention With intention it gets reflection Out the section I left in The step when The trend is ended to splendid violence in silence While it’s the mildest heat Child on this beat Program defeat catch a seat Charge in large for the hard to pull your card On guard I mar a sucka far to pluck yah Tar the cuss word Absurd got this word I cure you to lure you Into the floor dude got knocked out cold I’m bold to told a sucka hold on you get plucked fool
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Tai Chi tells an important story It is the beginning of a life The unfolding of a life And the ending of a life When life is good you can practice frequently You can tell the story over and over I look to Tai Chi for positive mental and physical benefits Nothing else in my life is as important as my existence and Tai Chi I look forward to practicing every day One day I will die and my Tai Chi will end Such is simply a part of the Tai Chi form
My name is Sifu I read through all Hebrew Scripture Scrolls Black magic takes a toll I want to stroll and live life I like to have it time in the sent bend friendly end mean game with cream I dream of major cream I got cream lean I gleam Further the team on seem to be Cash Money Nothing funny I run heat And beat the gun repeat File off all law and style raw I don’t want to have to bust a jaw That’s all I saw I follow Tai Chi law
I got dollar bills! You got em? The hot one on top fun to spend I wish there was no end I pretend to be a millionaire mogul Selling life in a told you so flow how it go through! 1, 2, 3, Flow! It’s a roll of bank wadded in my pocket My eye socket pops out when I hock my chain I relax brain and flow maintain Get everything in gold in the fast lane I explain this So the aim is not to get dissed But case closed The place froze On my toes I unwind and recline I wish I had a dime of Ganja And a soundproof room
I’m the cleaner Bust a mean blur off vision The decision came in prison I felt I was missin’ dirt They say dirt don’t hurt Until you bust your shirt And jack your back Screw it in like thumbtack Under control react I flow black Got it cold intact right now It’s powerful I’m a towering inferno I burn slow I churn below the ocean floor A scum creeping dream like I beam
I teach a basic Kali class Material unknown or untaught For most unknown I broke it down to sound simple A wrinkle in time and your mine Said Kali rhyme All of it hit soft My boss is Silat Dragon and Crane Out the brain Lizards and Birds on Ganja word I seek the farm Where life is hard on a sucka I don’t teach a sucka Don’t want to bleep a sucka Life has to take care of you to flow fluid You get tortured yes you do kid
I mastered many herbs. Enough to see the twists and curves Ganja is a special herb It has it’s own way that you learn to say the word With no delay you light up Don’t play when you fight what? This is serious stuff Meth heads call my bluff I mastered it as such I have to roll a dutch Get the Snapple And I doń’t grapple I whack you in close Suppose you froze up All you chosen you want You should get a blunted way It’s the way I like to lead my days
I tried to OD on Snapple A few times cut my jib Get poked in the ribs I serve a game if I in claim For riches The Snapple isn’t the Apple of Life Until you bust ripe true as head stew One flew over Range Rover I four leaf clover wish I dish It’s all over I pack over the shoulder I got fold yours After three weeks Snapple pours You OD These nuts are monster I like to kick back and chomp them Fast Cash no problem I solve on almonds
You get squished into the corner You are a foreigner Who doesn’t know what to do It is bleak A sucka reek like Doritos cheap I flip and duck a fool with lip I seek equipped Service with a smile and mild To the touch I head rush I flushed out the remaining route Come about you get served with clout Now you know why my rhymes flow I’m toe to toe with Death Take your last breath from a cold sketch Guttural Exhalations on Gong Fu Your rap crew got stuck in s stew I blew the top off and rocked product It’s chill conduct With the bomb that tucked Don’t pull it out Fighting for the mountains of Gold.
You wish harm to me and mine I can’t recline if you a time to play with I ain’t gay with violence I relay the style kid Smile do a bid and shit down his throat I float in to begin I always win I’m a master I fast to murk your stash don’t work You a real jerk I’m out I don’t want to shout I service and round about For the doubtful My mouth full of profanity For insanity can it be? I raps on this G Relax and stacks rhyme like I rhyme to be Protecting me and mine You a crime A straight criminal It’s minimal what you can do You need some methamphetamine To flow with your favorite dream of death wielding I’m peeling caps back it’s a rap
Do your raps glow? Get caught up in dust I thought so I roll Hold on! I serve a bong to craft from glass for you Let’s smoke bongs and practice Gong Fu I can teach you I reach through the subject To deep in public you love it I on the subject Most rejects speak flex I detect the section Wetted reflection With the Ganja connection Past is history for this story and got best in the tore me off Rips raw cost the gloss for I flow I get blow you know? I rap slower and slower as a snowblower I show your Shower for flowers I got super powers I want to connect on Cocaine I blow my brain on it still I insane
I need all my math straight Get a shop bust it pop say late For fate to stab me up knife in the gut I fuck shit up on wax and still rap facts I max black it out tax you faggot round Sound bound to lounge on like red dawn Blood red spawn for lawn fertilizer Slaughterhouse byproduct realize your Eyes more seeing than you feeling I’m reeling off the noise hit the ceiling With these toys I’m the real thing I steal King’s crown and get down Clown a fool bust a tool and stay cool While MCs drool I got it rule All pool hall smooth brawl In the bathroom stall I read the graffiti I need to be seeding the clouds with sounds That headlong bound to the town to get down Come around you get it pounds of Cannabis I suggest getting mushrooms I want a few sheets of this LSD I tried Try Peyote DMT and Ayahuasca Psychedelic No rhymes on a psychedelic mushroom I tried!
Mellow pot heads A murderer should get shot instead Don’t shoot the stoners! You a lone curve on the further out if you shout out to speed I can’t even read the shit a speed freak lit He should get hit fucked up Give him weed by the truck load Make his head explode Raps el grande like all in sewn In the cut Murder what? You serve further what? I can’t stand meth That shit sucks to death I ain’t got none left Room in the tank to thank Cannabis In bliss still I exist I get pissed at the government For rubbin’ it out Eradicating crops and trying to fade me out
With legal pot on the scene there’s a new dream A hope for people to vote for peace Shut out deceasing rent out leasing the people A sequel needs to be heard round the World All the boys and girls join in To give the joint a spin Let the meditation begin I’m akin to the stoners I flown yours truly myself on stealth missions Beyond conditions critical to help make this pivotal change It’s strange to think of the old days The old ways are played out Its a new world order Get a tape recorder and start rapping Don’t be napping on the buds now I know I hate it how they make you work slave labor For minumum wagę With inflation The nations need a healing Medicine revealing the future of the place A space station in outer space sends out signals of grace To the alien race To chase away evil Awaken the spiritual ego less-ness!
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I break forth on the cusp of the all seeing eye! I am only 46 YO and need to grow in my Wisdom Still it is nice to see I want to be a Buddha I am blessed by the wise elders I am open now and seeing My Wisdom has grown so I am your dear friend I wish no harm I am very scary to people Because I am not afraid to die I don’t like scaring people They laugh in their ignorance and don’t understand Learn to understand the Buddha and you will not be afraid To die and to live Live knowing and seeing You will be happy
Blood splattered Tattered clothing Still exploding in my insight I been seen on sight to gain it’s ignition Not on a mission Not wishin’ I fix in the problem I solve em They Pop I can’t stop On sight they might break and run I have had it with this gun I’m number one On my list of the problematic I have a sickness There’s no cure for this I lure ignorance through and sift Through the ashes of corpses My mortuary I buried the torture scary Don’t dare me You best beware G If you looking to strike I just might Light you up You foolhardy punk
Celebrate death on meth Club back in card pulled hard Out the prison yard Dissin’ far Feel your marred ass Get blasted off the ass kicked Fill it with plastic glock Flocks of birds return Learning during on It long connect the bong a threat All Hong Kong in a sweat I forget to let the dogs out Murder route About how it doubted around it Sounded loud did the flip Written itchin’ Stitchin’ up the cut Glisten like butt You wishin’ you want Murder stunt Pull off front on this sack Track catch flack Fully blacked out Rap route taken Head shout And shakin’ Dead South Or you’re mistakin’
Listen missin’ Dissin’ the front back Gun clap Fully rapped Sacked up truck stack Fully auto Lotto winning Slot bingo Ring go The thing flow Sing toe to toe Know hos froze Chose glows Over flows For foes I rose from the dead Close in the head Mows lawns Grass cashed Fasted Blasted Ass kicked Mac spit The attack Lit The act flipped Protract the glitch A cinch Rinse the hinge Ding on binge We the thing kids In their teens Smokin’ green
Celebrate glow Step toe over Four leaf clover Show yah Blow up Roll in cut Know what front Any sucka come With it I flip shit Rip hits Off dis tricks Mix thick Quick hitch Lift ditch the Mix your lip in this Shit to get sick On the bong Strong hits King Kong Lit shlong Bit On it Maws jaws grit Teeth for relief Got beef Either reach Or take a seat Come complete Over eat Cold feet Wedding setting Betting heading That direction Connection missed Cross town trips
Surgically precise sharp Dice rolled in the dark I park Stark warning born in hell touring the 7th level I disheveled and the devil sell them rebel I say hello Met you slow at the door for some War to the core More coming with summing up running guns Murder ones slip off the tongues lungs filled with Ganja smoke Tons of it blown for shown I make bud porno I’m torn slow I below the creepy break the floor I so heavy My steady pen a regular when I flex on sex Wielding weapons nothing different from the impress Less is more with this core I been there before I left the poor stinking hype them gimme the score After that fat cat Roll like baseball bat Hit the hat off a lad Got him mad and killed his dad too All raps crew sad to see who knew? Guns they blew From this is true Legendary Scary to fair flair Truth or dare so I share the story Of the hardcore see? Torn me repeatedly Knocked on my seat to see This torture in the mortuary
Poppin’ Ls on Psychedelics You could tell it just Bell Platinum still get touched So what’s happenin’? Slappin’ someone up For rappin’ cussin’ backward Raps heard out the back door for the born knowledge I sent to college against my will Take a pill and chill it Mack till I’m still a resident I represent for that Martial Art Pull apart most MCs are breeze They weak die from disease from the hype Not soundin’ just like ill to the dollar bill
Got this kill bomb sticky Light it up real quickly Smoked a little Rock Coke floated past votes Your last hope Still I broke through I told you You can bring your whole crew I stomp bump dump on they ass till they cashed Master faster with weapons still I step in Begin’ to refrain from splatter brain Crush your 3rd eyes till I came
I’m truck You gotta pull out the gun and bust To get me to duck My squad is one man I planned it to ran shit The business deals to buy steel For construction I lunch in the tea house Read mouse scat Eat up my rat I catch you with cat Rap crew stats blew All you clap to You see through I read you like book and shook Took it ease new crackhead Max spread dope this the joke is You smoke twist up Need some luck To not get stuck Don’t overdo do it You get fluid enough on one puff I love to rush And crush sucka MCs I collect cheese joints And lead on point Caesar to the boys and girls The core is to score I seen death before you crept I beat you to death You better step off
I got insect repellant on from now till dawn Struck the whole song repulse Full of structured luck heard bucks blurred Curved unnerved I swerve Lose control Till I fold I get cold chills Ill to the gills like fish I wish I had breakfast I reckless I stench rest on it Long gone shit to hit split and sit I got grit I cold serve it up the word get Smooth move sooth on tracks My blackness to act this rap tricks Fact is I mack in this biz I fist of fury Doin’ it purely tear to the T so lonely In the zone free you can’t stone me Or slow me down I look all around and found the ground steady I still heady to be ready for the end of story I seek to be unborn G
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Hollywood
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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Edited by Solid Log (02/06/23 02:07 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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Edited by Solid Log (02/08/23 03:12 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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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
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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?
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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
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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
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Edited by Solid Log (02/26/23 04:27 PM)
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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
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Let’s see how sexually tortured we can get A murderous threat still lit up the Tech For it bled stem from opium den I rule of men School is ten O clock Shock rock up the product I saw a tucked weapon again I ain’t steppin’ in
It’s definitely time for drugs All soldiers thugs With gold tints make you squint I slippin’ off Fast to Platinumville again Releasing venom why tend? To spread rule with lead I bust a head
We touch the Psychedelic side of Adrenaline It’s in the Guar Gum Tetragonolobus I thrust my knife into life I see strife I cut up dice men and mice I clock ice I trusted to get it busted Mic up lusted type after I master a rap third degree
Cut your eye off at the hormone spot Dot strikes Bikes up to psycho Letting lights blow I might grow some weed I like Ganja Herb Word gets it to hit your nerve I can’t stand a Never Smoked Ganja Nerd
Angelica Gel into Concrete Blocks Dwell in the housing projects In the country slums Country guns slingin’ off country War Drums The tribe get it live inside the units I doin’ shit screwin’ reps up Get you head and duck down They comin’ for the crown piece I need a sheet of LSD
Floating unseen in between light beams With cream I live the dream Know what I mean? I like to steam clean off the lean And smoke green Dish out the most potent on the scene What I be in it from it a ton of it Since I was a kid I float a lid any day Any play you in the way I trip out Sun Ray dip out Do the skip out Extra heavy extra crispy Catch a frisbee and ditch heat
Screwing in Techs Ruining reps Furthering sets Full in it to win it with no flex And make checks I decks A fool on the poolside I ruin ride glide Suicide Murder inside Here it hide for the collide With truck stuck as luck I got a gun tucked I soldier must buck The enemy It takes ten of me to defeat like I beat type I hard to wipe I a murderer on strike For equal pay and hype
Shooted 5th polluted myth All La scooted trip Crew that sip get loot in the sickness With quickness I light it like Christmas I get a gift too and rip crew Dip true as the slick dude Catching wave certain to behave a certain way Any certain day you certainly might play with life I bust a pipe to muster Mic in this I’m about business I dish it To list twist up the bitch shit I missed the lift and then slipped I got dissed I exist in a sound barrier To tear your beware of the Scarier the more the merrier I the carrier across the border I sorta do it to true mix I got a bag of tricks and mind flips Like Psychedelics
I smoke a bud Collapse like I'm mud Squish into ground Murder those with Meth flows that shows My Herb grows I tip toes I flows to roll it up hold the stuff or you get ejected Don't pass me no erection stick I budded trip Stick in the mud with quick busted lip I serve a fool thick Man I sick of meth kids Gettin' they tricks in to stick in It's the sickening I practice with the ring to sting a crew sing La Trusted HAHA I mustered the strength to gank A fool think it's a prank To share meth You get beat half to death I got a rep as a true stoner And down show no glow worm my murder sperms
Shaolin all down screw your Dao Yin into the ground spin I been a round shot out the cannon I sang on the song to the banned in the land then I commend end it with Ganja relevant I sell free hits I mean I trips I like to flip the stats Roll through max All crews act like they got La But then they bust a jaw Gangster saw the rank your law Of the Veteran better than a herb then? I further send the truth I recommend in the booth Of Ganja trees No disease we ease in to release this I ten speed Bike smoke weed no hype No bleeding no seeding the clouds with shout out loud
Blaze a joint for not just me But all the dead homies In the War on tour with the gang Hang with clans that ran plans down Downtown hit those pounds of herb Much better than a verb an action word I heard out the church Burst in to release from within The sin you see is crazy these days Busting Sun Rays I turn Grays Alien The way my kin relate like hate I don’t bust with it I smoke weight I been sober too long I got a disease that make me sneeze And all I want is Ganja Trees I flow real nice in the breeze But the Weed Herb Ganja You hang on the bomb for dead calm Deceased your mom is on I a song For the women and children too And all the dead crew
Getting twisted lit On Mushroom trips Pack them in to short time You Mind Fist recline But on point smoke the joints You anoint high Get so in the eye you cry Go crazy society amaze me Still to this day G I get it hazy Idea See the field for the real wealth The health of the people No more poverty and inequality I solid country People are treated like lunchmeat No hunch be stronger than on the Ganja Weed I smoke a seedless Variety Fest I suggest getting a lot of kinds To see a lot of minds Get entwined in the rhythm You forgiven of your sins You had to be core martial to relieve your harsh view Ganja and Shrooms
Servin’ on tre eight deuce Murder loosely a truce be In deck murder check all the hectic Set trip This bet thick For the step with C-walk show a hawk To a glock you get stopped Checked fully wrecked A crew that trip set On the Mexicans Ganja weed set you then All the crew is real men Peel when the feeling end To the stealing get healing Glued to the ceiling All G ring till the P bring it For wing hit the difference Is martial technique in the arts I pull apart a sucka
Who do you think you are? Servin’ below par with the golf club Murder snub nose whip you with the 38 Get it straight we don’t date We get it in crates and barrels We beware of tear to pieces Each release is breeze Murder a sneeze Bust this with reefer business Ganja Christmas Further the distance The more you with this I get it to slip through cut Glorify but I horrify so duck down Fully rounds shot off The boss toss you to the ground And lock you Until the cops come and stop you Arrest you Excessive force for the rest of crew
I like to chill on some Ganja And drain my energy relaxed through my root to circulate Set it straight Straight meditation No relation to martial art you see or be Advanced high tech Gain respect from the Eternal Internal All infernal blaze for days If you don’t have Ganja you don’t have a chance it belongs here I got a strong cross to bear I’m crippled I seek slip through my root canal Gots my shit down In the tank I sank my rank high Crews get murdered why? They serve further and further hard trying to win the fight and dying From the hard styling my mind grew wings and sighing relief About Ganja legalization across the Nation and World
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Edited by Solid Log (03/29/23 03:37 PM)
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I’ve got 18 million, 9 ring sword hands Turn a Billion units Screw in the turn and fluid flip union you learn I have a perm product that shock I rock a stock style Profile mind intent on bent while I invent The recline on the mind Fighting nothing of the sort For sport if you want brain contort Too much blood for the mud captures thugs They love that shit Mostly to watch on television I made an incision to envision the prison most in I lost then to spoking the hub for the rub in the club I dub a lost cause to pause I rap laws like jaws clenched The stench of violence carries through the air I stare back at the beware of fact I max rock the tax for sacks of Ganja It get yah on yah Turn into a blur off the heard out WIth Psilocybin no doubt People shout out to the founders of styles for miles Everyone makes their own style and way It’s best to convey the message with less thick The beverage that river fed The triggers fled
Trump got caught A sought after criminal I can't think of a line of bull That will save anyone's skull and bones In his position prone All alone in Solitary Is scary for an old man Wearing a MAGA hat Long after the fact
Small Frame Cocaine wing tips Sought after fits a masterful type I try to be real and not hype I psyched up to fight at any time By remaining peaceful While I’m deceased Pull off a line and smoke a joint My crew will be on point Anoint me Ointment on my head that’s fed I like to gloss the boss Off the red rap blood stain on the map I pool of tacks and max I like cocaine for wing tip medicine It led to better than great In the later days my rhyme stays spinning plates Finishing hate A whole crew make A judgement Based on Punishing Blows And stun a person who knows How far they will go? I like Cocaine flow! I accept grams or even Kilos! How much I don’t really know how to blow Just smoke crack, rush, and feel the impact A semi-psychedelic a relic of our culture I have impulse to do blow!
All cool chill Smooth skill Still never ill and kill Like a power drill That rhyme until the dawn’s early light Let’s fight about it Round it down so a clown could have more now and later Hate your rude behavior major league Fatigued by the legion of doom Spare a cartoon character I married a blur of a lady I’m crazy I get it in the Haze some for days with the gas station I relate to the phase that plays out on the location It’s the sensation You bet inflation is worse than they claim Like they claim set bet You in the way of the Tech 9 and AK-47 line for line I blind as a bat Off ring that I school like Mac 10 Teach the lesson then and I render all assaults heard Around the land brand label Anyone capable of killing is illing I chilling in the lab taking stabs at the fabrication of reality My challenge be the Shaolin then be like that hard attack In the stack I lack a track for rhymes to come back Always sacked up bagged like Lucky Charms on the farms That Foster Alarms I pull up and shoot up barns in Compton
Magic Mushrooms are evil The friend of your ends you make in the bend displayed off the way I stay a never spray my gat lay down growing in flavor around thing I savor I major league with the beads of sweat dripping down my neck Soaking my shirt work that hurt I murk all fools who tool is in the fuel for rule in the quickness A bitch lift you up to nip and tuck But you out of luck to get stuck Rhymes I pluck crimes and shuck the oyster gun minds in binds that rewind All analog lost in fog that bog down You could shoot a round and not bound like the crown I ripe for noun that type of thing Word I sing curve the sting off hinge set you wet for sure bet To lure sets into sex for they X off the dead cost of lives is no jive
I rein indeed with it to fully skip trick thickness in the head that bled Cried tears shed for all the dead Lead sprayed out spread out and laid men to rest The best way to die is in the eye On Psychedelics give them a try I high on Life my mind is strife stricken in the kitchen I wish in the listen to this kid rip shit up Flip a duck pluck a sucka ass and hit the gas Fast at last make a dash to door poor for what’s in store to the core I rip roar on tour with the War I got a born Saga I’m on yah The bomber stay calmer through drama Yo momma! My lawn chair fair to float in midair I stare at a farewell I dare dwell in hell with the careful glare fully bully I sulk and bulk on steroid get annoyed when toys slid in Boys to men Then more on your end to send it out shout out I route no doubt word of mouth is the how trip spread I dead in the head from my intake with no mistake Of the mushrooms and bake on Ganja consume
Ganja is a good start for a martial artist Your hard fist soften Silat and Escrima here With Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi I'm beyond and into Chi I sold for free cold cuts to shut out All the Suckas no doubt Word of mouth led to the spread threw the head blew blown All shown in the zone on blade tracks Stacked with Maximum Relax and sum The Veteran I better men dwelling seed with speed like extra thin My lesson is to bless in Get the fresh ends I lend a coin to the man in need I don't use the fuse that lit Methamphetamine I gleam and a sucka ass dream I clean up the truck for stuck in the mud All I rap is blood steady heady and ready For the dead heat to come unseat the defeat of the boss was the loss
I mastered the Psychedelic testing spirits This time sweet carrots I dare you too bet to stare death in the eye! Ask me why? I need to get high I sucka cry but I slide right by with my wet dry vacuum cleaner steamer on fresh I suggest you rap regress on the test for I to bless your tribe in the jungle Bungle up the rumble for something from it to become nothing I wing it I sing it to bring it the thing lit I don’t quit a fool get thick bullshit Layed on by Crips and Bloods all thugs rubber does a trouble up to double up I stumble fumble ball when all I got was shot up against the wall I solved the crime with rhyme each and every time like green slime I drop a dime on the mindset that flex all speed freaks with Techs bleak Existence I list twist on the diagram the show slam! Jam and ran there Be there or be square!
You dump your lump slump your chump for the funk to get it there I let it flare up to beware of the truck jewels Tools and lost cool is for fools I rule I take you to school You drool for food and soon in it to begin with bong rips I flips the static Automatic it’s tragic I get the fast hits to put you to bed instead I bled service a fool fed nervous with the tool and sped off in the truck A sucka duck the pluck him or her and buck mi amor I roar like lion Try in the fly to spot an eye I die and don’t care why I’m fly I got a guy tied up right now service with the pow all allowed to scour The Earth burst a lung work in the slum for just begun to spread medicine Let everyone win by smoking Ganja and then get on your Psilocybin It’s a win win
Wu locks always shock like stocks dropped all of a sudden Get your cut in the lovin’ to hit mix with trip on the sick for a quick fix To problems I solve revolve a puzzle with a rubble laden wasteland that stand Brand demand for the planned like bar code scanned I reach land Underhand the sand dunes of desert like treasure the sector was infected I reflected long on the song for the strong to be weary Don’t scare G and live peacefully Tai Chi A murderer flee and see the details of failures in his life like a knife stuck in A sucka that sin is a school yard villain I always chillin’ and never bill in the sent invent to children spent in the ghetto Let’s let flow take control of the foretold bold move to hold food and Crew then soon to send a message to the ex-trippers who still deadhead
When I puff a Ganja Bud I drag a name through the mud that means blood Suffer luck tour the World all squirreled I hurled up my guts Servin’ cuts in the word up murder tuck the weapon with the step into the arena Boy you shoulda seen a fool do with his tool what I saw drop a jaw All law should prevent this tragedy again I hock up phlegm I recommend I write instead to fight biters who lyrically tend to bite my words I pretend to not notice the focus is on the dopest of heads the most in instead I fed punishment I stun to set prevent the adventure that you censor I quench more thirst than guts that burst like the overhead said that I’m a red cat like but instead attract the slugs from guns Murder hundreds in numbers before slumbers comfort tours in War The score is poor to rip roar on the all four walking talking dog I’m knocking
With braided hair I tear Crews get blown off maps with raps Perhaps the stack I got rock I stick it in for the top sitting on it to Glock The nonstop guns Turn a stack of ones into hundreds With fun lit the subject I rub it A brain stain in the lane please refrain From shooting people as best you can The plan is savage to ravage Do damage and ask for a kiss back Will to attack the fact is Tricks pick up sticks and lack biz savvy They ram heat up the ass real fast track meet With the mask on till dawn yo it’s on I smoke a bong and prolong the song I got gone throw it in a work with spin along Shot up the fond of the wrong dub In the club I suffer such as the rub You get it pistol whipped thug It’s a trip
Servin’ the lick with behavioral problems slip into oblivion with the sun shining Blinding the climb in the time and the rhyme bent sent it to lend it out Dead crews no doubt run about with the head cut off tossed up Product shot up with the lottery I duck the got to be truck sucka ass G I behave melodically rocked and free stop and see the flock you flee from The lead stun the breed become the steed that some ride on to glide long I throw up bong hits all the time it fold in your prime to smoke a dime I recline unwind stop on the soft spot to top it to cop it the pounds and kilos Bleed real slow in the tip toe to skid row with the bid grown into flip flown The flip phone is obsolete I compete on the street to meet the demand My demon seed land the brand Methamphetamine and Steroid A cocktail Gold beware and avoid the deadly steadily climbing up readily
Don’t mess with someone’s trip boss You get hip tossed like lip gloss I rip raw and saw the devil Several years ago I was a rebel I did instead pull a dead skull Reveal to the World how curled up Dragon stock shot up with Ganja Product Mushrooms and stun soon as bet I through with the Tech With a Mac 10 I relax then A trip when I invent the cent that went out To all crews don’t choose someone else’s path Made it in math I task for the asking price Cut through Ganja twice I need many times more plus I score trip To dip is to flip I skip hop and jump I pump it up service the truck for luck I duck under tucked steppin’ with weapon Jet out head down a round shot off I cough and say yep you cost a lot You kill without a thought
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It’s the Chi of the herb And word! You heard it right here Chi is infinitely complex A rhyme that use sex like I try a nexus of Chi To relieve bad energy With the tree Ganja Weed Herb You heard it here first Mushrooms shoot your Chi into outer space Hard to describe They get it live I thrive on my practice I seek to help Some yell in pain I hear it all day In the way are blockages and clogged up vessels I restlessly tirelessly admire Chinese Medicine I sent a letter to a friend I intend to visit and relieve the energy deficiency and excess Balance The challenge is to heal completely Defeat is not an option Herbs are on my top ten Acupuncture rates high My martial art is number one on the chart! Once you can relax, root and circulate You are straight to learn basic Gong Fu Feel the weight in your hands As you build Chi!
It’s chill to try different herbal teas Breeze on the dead stack throw back To the 60s When Psychedelics became a mania A brain to yah use it to choose fit Fluid do it to it Don’t screw it up or you might cut yourself handling blades Further in the days your Chi stays lit up You truck rope when you smoke some Ganja tokes Drink ephedra Many herbs will send yah I love trying all the different herbs and suggested formulas Born to get torn and with no warning storm the stage Show my Wushu in a page taken out of the maze of knowledge The puzzle solved in the martial fog Plus medicinal I chill and flow slow with the grown core
Yo step off Homies is fly and you dead soft Bake and the raw cost I sawed off shotgun Flex make checks In the past I blasted Great on a plate to eat up straight Flow fluid to do it The truth hurts in iron shirts Coming after you to rap your crew up Casserole was a task to pull off last night during the fight with your girl Collapse from fatigue a quick reminder of behind yourself Homies crept up With the gats You can’t last past the discharge of lead to the head In the back of the head Hold you down and do you It’s true You totally screwed End of your life I clock an icy rope
I teach a torture method Broken down into section I make the connection See reflection of myself in the blade Hard I slayed MCs Blaze this cheese Way I dead freeze up Oh please cut it up Need to knucklehead Calling me Fred While I’m red bloody Get the money Sunny You funny I just blow gun heat At the sweet They bow to meet me Nice to greet G I jump out my seat A fleeting glance At the martial dance Avalanche
Get your left out Oh can’t you see To check with the gunfire I retire smoke weed Don’t need no flak coming back from Gangster Rap I clacked a fool who dropped his tool Punk ass mark trick sit on stool It’s uncool to hang with a fool I don’t use tools I choose to fluid rip crew hit em up Sit you stuck Earn a buck off the chucks I serve cluck fiends We in this To speed and to a G isn’t it? Blow the Cocaine smoke Freebase Get caught in the chase and you ace Drop LSD after mushrooms a splash in the tombs of much too soon I doctor doom You consume the flesh to take a second and check it
Let’s all enjoy Tai Chi and drugs together Together at last Coming fast with the drugs in the stash a fat sack of buds I chug a Almond Shake and bake on sacred smoke I toke I go for broke I broke in and and sold the pot then I got shot by ten masked men An aerial assault left a cult of doom worshippers to serve doom further than soon In the room was a bunch of prostitutes making pornos I was born in the program with the show that slam I jam a man up with Tai Chi technique I speak bleak of the teacher that eat your brains with no explanation I went on vacation and had foreign relations With secret government They lovin’ it when I write rhymes that incite lines of blow to get snorted I sort of want cocaine I need the cocaine for the insane
I smoke a dub sack up in the air with smoke blowing then again and again And again My friends and I all blow buds We cut the shrubs and love our Ganja Our momma said we the best farmers She ever tasted the product of be darned I charmed the log splitting wood chipping lumberjack man Into soaking in the Sun and brokering my buds at the jam The fiddle was in the middle Lumberjack serving sacks of pot No one got shot or anything on any wing of Martial Art I cold charted retarded with the furthest out margin I got a card carrying Muslim born Jew in the stew Shooting rockets at the jock itch with aim and stock with the flame Murder him with the cane That’s all I can explain as a Zen Master I maintain
I hit the life force with internal styles of martial arts I shake and baked a lot on meth make no mistake It break downs all around with the pound the lounge never now on adrenal I don’t like a penal colony either The vibe is liver but to thrive I like Ganja I done both so I soaped up rope cut on the broke strut street Come with each defeat what teacher teach I reach on legal herbal I read crew infernal that burn slow and do all that we know like blow I show the fold rolled cold sold Ganja and folded all the calm there I bomb fair just to maintain air I get a glare I stare back and jack and that’s a fact I rhyme rapped I sapped the strength gank and tank force of course I short the sport for contorted I distorted all aborted to the score shit I each or or fit the more I get the sweat come from the steps I done Here I come with the weapon
I come with the black hand All gang slang dropped that you can’t hang clocked over the brain If you got one you shot sun I rock done off the lung cough for pot smoke We all love to toke and it shows Pot is mellow and I glow hold the soul in control WIth the told this I hold my right fist with my left palm To show all who calm who bomb and who got the bomb So yo it’s on when I see a punk bitch I switch up and fix the wagon stuck in the dragon I tagged on walls lean on brawls up with knives crawls and psych The doll is up the call I install a wall between us The meanest son of a bitch you got to beam to get rich I sick a hitch to dip with I trick a fool uncool and rule his school I think a fool is a tool for who fuel to the core sit on stool Snitch bitch can’t see shit and lit I split the scene head back to the crib and dream of lean again
Shrooms with the battle axe Shrooms get your rattle waxed Fully hacked up chopped and rocked trips that stop rips and tears so beware I stare a straight edge down at the crown head I dead head it up and said awe struck You out of luck Fiend and I buck Lean and I truck For a team that tuck the Glock pull it pop you went I sent it to lent it out Lease rent fully vent the invention with the mind in detention I ascend the stairway to God Pull the job off and the law is all struck by the awe with jaw drop I did some major weight and break like a wave I don’t cave The more you slave brave and brand labeled the more cable you got I like to smoke pot on a trip And coming down take a sip Pass it around You got ground to take Make no mistake on shrooms
I went on a lot of bombing runs Hit tons of drugs up The sucker sucked I got the luck with the twist and plus I roll the wrist with weapons I set in They dead end Ain’t no friend I end the relationship On a spaceship I state that I rip in all the time In all the mind I got I shoot the shot Loot your rot forgot the pot smoke I took so many tokes I smoked all Of it up as such as they bust I cussed you out Fully routed Come about it I rounded up the corners No rap coroner gonna body bag me Unless I run free with the firearm You won’t catch me with my latch loose To get it light fuse with the pay dues On the crew it’s true yo
Life is something to laugh with A barrel of monkeys You could smoke Ganja Weed Drink some brews Hit up shrooms you into mind fist solvent if you revolve it Hit the wall hit spit your shit and grit Mix the fix up with lips puckered I chucked heard the news and ducked birds Word out the coup boss a crew tossed some shit into lit I threw a fit and say why’d you do that? Is you a ruling fat cat drooling on the attack with some clack? Bitch you sound whack I’m not black or white I’m skin colored I hit the lungs heard with Ganja tokes and that’s word up folks Choked on that shit broke and a bit smoke a few more hits and broke through To the other side I ride the glide from Psilocybin I slide Mind Fist inside internal
I keep my clip so tight It’s like I fight frightening with inciting wing tips in flight with insight All raps giant strides in rides forward I toward the more pour victim to stick them if they not got the shit I top hit the sock flip talk of the town turned brown went down the tubes Lubes used was Astroglide I fully ride in shit my mind so thick I trick A bitch into thinking I’m lit and that’s it I lit the wick throw the bomb hit so calm I split to hit the John Lavatory savage story been to be in born heat complete with feats of strength Any length you go to won’t show through I roll your crew for rudeness My fluid fist enlisted on the mission I show position in this War to score before I core to it True it dat max stack with the whack in acts of sex and flex I check the set they got I smoke pot and shot up on raw product That rock the spot when I talk tough I soften it up I chalk the blow dust trust that
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Clack the energy was Tai Chi with amphetamine Meth led the lean on step to test the mic check 1,2,3 Rappers be Xd out I read a red route to the said shout outs Fully cleansed lens to defend the Tao you bow Seen it how I run rhyme how I gun crime allow Gangs to run rampant Just by chance flex and then you next sampling Clamping onto the wrong crew with what’s happening? Slap the thing up to rung duck stuck in your luck Fully truck a sucker tucked a weapon on himself I shot long the tend to often soften the blend With defense I whence it came aim for the brain A lane switched weak crews hitched to it All the fluid ruin who rude in to flew end the blew head Brains out leaking said route is freaking instead about the keeping The Tech speaking
Bomb buds not the wrong cuss words that shirt you got needs work I work a shirt that’s speedy dirty and need be I speed see I can’t find no weed So I bust the Methamphetamine Weed is too expensive I get the extension credits to dent with some lead flow from the gun blow From head to toe I’m about it how I roll I don’t need no stinky skunk for punk rap I just stack Meth on top of Meth to feel the energy is to see keen Into who be in the lead lane Bump a sucka’s car off the road and explode with the bomb I’m so on the set with my Tech 9 I have to rep with the rhyme I got a dime sack now I happen to act like I act I Max in the hood what’s good? Should I hard to come by sun dry? Damn these buds is fly I don’t know why I ever tried meth! I get the 10 dollars an O Dragon Breath to step with now My magic crept up and that’s something we allow in the shout out from Death I slept on too long the Ganja It’s what everyone need and Psilocybin indeed Make sure you smoke your weed!
We like gang banging Real sets that shoot you dead in the end is how it end that’s how it sent and went I bent release the drew through lent fuel to the scheme on the team with Gangster lean What you fiend for cream? I found it and down set fully rep it to jet with I accept stitch from the bitches I clip this off and said you soft I so hard on guard I garden don’t remember how far the set went far then exempt From blood in the mud I cuss your crew to the drug that grew in my backyard I got charred by the flame murder maim what became of the gun one in the same I get crews done hang with spun dudes who new to see isn’t fluid to hang in the gang with I rang hits off the slang mince words with dank herb murder over it the soldier spit Fold your shit up I written the lesson my profession I testin’? Never that just fresh when There’s no second guessin’ I let the Tech ring
Step to the rep through the best grew their own in the zone The garden was a major part of the art It’s nice to have a grow Indoor or Outdoor I love the Sun Begun to spun now With the service wow! Like how you do that? They allow crews to set? Never that I just cold kept the next truck coming Gunning for the crown come down with Ganja all around I like the sound of the pound when you threw it a round gone through it The bulletproof to screw with the loose lid I shoot the bid and further slid in with the skid I got a lot of Pot I seen the hot heat on the defeat I rock the sheet of LSD in my next Psychedelic Dream Like full steam Get Mescaline and smoke DMT Try it for free the trip diet and I ski on snow Go below zero The hero that still blow slow
I’m zippy on water got the cold shoulder to go shorter from injury I binge watch the grand jury testimony given for Trump in prison I sit in the kitchen with the dish in my hand and brand I crew the land that and off it to soften with do dish soap broke the coat with smoke Of pot you got shot I heard and damn that’s word I burned crews with words slew I gone drew a cannon I ran for the ends I don’t pretend to accept the flex Most people ill on reflex need to chill I got the hundred dollar bills and feel that the wheel keep on turning The man learning and girl heat rang with the stang clip spit from the lip I still and stay lit I don’t quit My glow is impossible to control I don’t fold I got ahold of the fuel that school you I rude to crews who didn’t pay dues Some act like fools completely Don’t like a seat free at the table I’m willing and able to dish up for the label to stick up with fat cable that maple leaf Is at it to teach the Pot smoking habit and growing with everyone knowing Indica and Sativa flowing with the toe ring a nice touch
I got a ticket to stick it to a crew that do that shit Fluid flip always clip dip in the ride Coastin’ float in the thing hoping my swing gets it the thing Is potent I flow seven digit stay frigid cold With the light on this rolled Behold! All told I got bold hit it up Gold Platinum Still stackin’ some relax you in the new world order Grinnin’ soldier that told you that yo Skittle Skat bro we rap low from below the Ganja grow Sittin’ in it till mo’ Come under control of the mob the job Fully dogged I rap a law did I scrawl shit on wall Service all who ruin and that’s all stick with glue in
Grill ice The snow fell All born in the well water Got top to score For floor hit the War up I torn struck the whore cut I born to but I scorn through The Lord rule All it’s cool I sit in a pool I don’t go to school Except for left end Disturbed heard you blend Words I recommend you first To the flow’s end I show red I glow till I’m dead Soldier bread broke No joke just dope Smoking cocaine Grill ice
Why you ain’t from the street? You busted back beat Flipped the latch made a dash for cash and cashed out fast I fast to rascal a fast pull the hassle my masterful word blurred all heard 33rd and that’s murder I serve a fool curve your school give it rule All crews drool and fool around murder pounds of dope just lounge and smoke I don’t provoke I wrote how I voted I sold it I fed shit up Stick the lid tucked on any cluck causing ruckus I mustered the buster you hear didn’t serve game but come and claim set Like it’s no bet fear I’m from Los Angeles land of the gangs you rinse your hands to bang all clean Sold you with the gangster lean a gangster dream of the main mean the thing stain blood red Murder to the feds is the further deuce on who this bled A bloody mess Protest the freshness I kept bitches back in class so I could serve that ass I plastered I last heard of the bird on some dirt shit I work fifth in the strip a weapon You could bet I roll up to gold and sold crept in with a hand to end this I flow slow and control all soul I’m 44
I like to stretch out on the street So I could kick a fool in the head I spread cable to pull a fully I Glock it I stop with the weaponry only if it’s illegal see I text a G Told him to roll when he come up with some Ganja Buds I love to smoke a Bud I’ve been in the mud too long 20 years No bong hits rip fears of long rest I don’t test I grew Mexican stress in my closet Green and Seedless Super hardy Crossed it with bag seed Indie That’s Indica I been a flower grower ever since I known yah I’m a stoner by trade A meth head stayed with the blade and got it fade I made with the guns I service from to curve this One
Learn to play then I’ll play swords with you Rap crews lost I tossed everyone to the side Who wasn’t inside internal All burn slow the blades make a hole or chop a skull I dull on my set I murder threat Bet that I left hat on the rack to step back My Tech 9 is handy and intact I cracked a little I need those candy skittles I like a riddle I in the middle of the chaos Between beyond the boss I ski on I lead dawn to come I sum from some drugs Pull the plugs on all the thugs That’s murder one they talk Stalk with no warning you in the pouring rain A blood stain from shaky aim with the gun
All I need is to dry out on Cash! I found the Fast Cash I turn Blue and kick back I stack more than anyone else who seeks the wealth But doesn’t have Cream Rock this lean on topics with steam I hot shit and dream of the stop it kid I flipped a kid’s lid and served him a bid They fans of MMA for life and every day Murder in the way
I like to smoke all strains of pot I got hot on shroom hunting in Washington Tried variety Don’t lie to me The Psilocybin is different G I pick the deep forest wild mushroom My favorite To flavor it I take hit after hit of Ganja or Meth I beat a fool to death with a baseball bat When I step they crept up to stuck me With knife my life became Martial Art when I was 15 YO I sold a scolded man to run the program Started learning and Became magnificent I rap different than other crews I so bent on the school of Ganja
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Hollywood
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The stench of the kitchen Brain bladed stayed in the stain red A bloody mess I profess still how to not get stabbed and ill I liken to kill nil is what you get when you sweat the rep I step Into the stew a witch’s brew of the soon to expire might hire the fire inside to ride I on a collide with the mind of sum run done the from it gun twitch trigger missed The target I market to the hard to set farther you bet edit the mechanism is prison Or listen I envision I mission is to fly high and glisten in the sky Burn like the Sun number one and soon someone off the run for the office It’s soft flex to law bet you all hectic to mess with the place that stays in the braided hair fade Cut the shut want that front? You get sunk dunked on and punked long I from the lawn mown show crisp Ganja hits good with sickness lie should I begin to sit in this old wood chair in the air in the country fair and plenty To marry the air heated I defeated the be with the G thick in the creep What seep into been through that rollin’ fat soldier stack the maximum Back in the sun ask you number one most asked question I sex trip Like a Mexican I reflex to enter the country Most lunch be a hunch I got is to stick with the pot Ganja Herb word
I’ve had cash for five years They won’t let me touch you Tears roll down my eyeballs Lit the charts towers I’ve got 400 Waters I slaughters anyone who come with a gun to bully someone I done I hit the lung trip corrupt for sum that slip Shoot and you miss you always get dissed Crossed out murder route serve em mouth kept runnin’ down the clock to talk gunnin’ With the fully loaded Glock I service chalk screech chalk dust is each topic On the street you could cop it if I stop hit the rock sweat the botched threat I expect to flow set murder jet up the block in cocked the steel for real I knife up Mike truck murder plucked further luck will struck strike cause I’m Mike how I feel? I ice up in the chain murder in the lane a brain further than insane the way in Sick a trick so slick magic had to bag it to mag hit the tragic tip I baggage fix the wagon sip Dragon my added end to the meaning of beaming I rein the heat did slid like beacon You seekin’ I reekin’ of the Ganja creepin’ don’t worry I gone and burned heat The teacher on this sheet of LSD I light chemically to set you free
I light the scene on methamphetamine A meth dream some might see like cream so I lean I got a rare gene I rein the stab you up crab sucker duck Murder pluck in the way you suck this till I slay To rush hits no delay I must twist up a J again The way I spin I relate to the sin I see I might G up the P duck from it I run it The gun hit the public they love it I a ton of thick lyric I sear it to fear flip the tear dripped I merely a tripper Set like I grip your firearm I chuck an alarm signal up so everyone duck I got the luck for what stuck you get the meth out the head until I dead From what I said I bled bloody mess murder must confess I got to serve word up the 33rd come with in gun twitch finger on the trigger I’m much bigger than death I seen a step to left the creek up to speak as such I reek of the touch to free the clutches off the sucka coughed and choked Broken a toke when they soak in it to win it like the Dutch Did Legalize Cannabis
I throw a dug up rubber flip the subject to murder hits with Techs Bled head they turn red and turn dead a murderer said he federal The rest will pull trigger bigger than a big swig off a glass for big wig Smoke the grass flip a lid I hope Germany passes The last of it medically to set it free eventually everyone will see Like I be I the type the G up the P threat when I step I leapt the flex on you Wrongdoing who in the hell is murdering swell that fat stack of cash Murder ash up the class to sack the quarterback fast with the whiplash The stash was huge in a mood to fuel the few bid slid ruin it intend To screw it up royally all boil water I caught your daughter in the water Again till I end this madness it gets tragic the flagship fighter jet lighter set War in the brain murder down the lane for how it came to flame up a J then In the way end the plain intent to vent murder is how it went I curve your swerve They 33rd and heard water word up
I went on a two year meth run lookin’ for pot by the end I flow shocked gun threat a murder rep the step you take I bake on Psychedelic mushroom I hunt dip a spoon in the fluid to flew it I rule bit the toolkit off a new hit a cinch the stench that bled a mind dry with the eye in this whence I high on meth and hate it I got it faded I bladed the way I did it I rip hits and trip flip the duck tucked a weapon on him the long intend to end life murder like that rollin’ cat max on the taxes he relaxes and ass up it’s the past in the cut with the strut the stuff and bluff like something tough and rugged just cause he drugged I hug sets I wets the license to dice it up twice then a third I blurred murder curved the word up was structured height been growing showing low ring rung on the ladder the cat sat getting fatter what’s the matter your data show a natural hormone growth supposed it’s case closed on the lake of fire froze my toes freeze up as I ease in the cut the shut the place up in disgrace they laced with murder it’s the case I smoked some freebase cocaine and hit the murder lane I abstain
I flip a 40 day Water and hit up the drug kingpin Relax it’s all how some begin the study Psychedelic muddy the water relic Get you plenty of drugs Be in the country where something to see is nothing to flee from Just begun to pay heed to the drum Murder become of what serve further than one I rung a gun and stung I bun bake make it mistake to take it getting faded off the craziest Law that set Bet you wet up do some drugs What kind of drugs? My mind behind like thugs in the wind behind spraying slugs I stop on a dime and can’t recline in this Warfare The more scared you got you shot up adrenaline Been better than the rest take it to the chest and don’t test A Murder flex the further rest given the children who killed then It’s in my Will then and Testament the rest spent on this invention I sent in No question I best on the dragon grass with a big fist and weapon to the task I bask in the Sun with a gun that’s real and feel the healing of Tai Chi The Royal Fam flow with the Bam Pow Pop nonstop
The high dose mushroom trip makes you fearless You hear hit it up you struck by luck if you found it to ground with I bound to flip I doubt any clip a sound through the rip I grip tight around mind Rewind the crime is peddling dimes and nicks I twist reefer is a teacher I like each Either or neither nor hard drugs I murdered thugs backwards in a sack towards victory Heading sickening see to lit the free I be in the style while I lead child I bleed filed away Stay in the playpen I cause mayhem when I walk down the street compete with reach In the trip a crowd is thick dispersed run cursed popped pulled up shocked flocks of peeps I quit training against the grain and quit blowing glass cause my ass would keep smoking and training I’m braining the stain in it blood through the mud a rub a club up suffer puncture wounds Too soon to tell if hell will rebel and I elevate set it straight these trips are definitely great Just don’t overdo it the fluid you screw in ten minutes of fame with flame one in the same
Fighting is pure sickness With quickness I lit this I might kill crisp But until 5th I plead Rock a G coat and float I soak on tokes of Weed Ganja Smoke I’m loced crazy Violence doesn’t phase me I fought a War and tore to the core All you can’t ignore to score On the drug scene Murder lean on some Cream to dream I might beam sight unseen I get it clean to steam Gold and chill fold bold out The holdouts Can’t stop fighting I’m writing this with my sight twisted like a rich kid I hit cigarettes laced with meth Until I’m sick of death I step until I crept Murdered All thoughts unheard of in the bird cage Each age turns a new page Still the masters must be brave
Take the poison out Your crop drip the soil like aluminum foil All plants Royal I toil away in the lab taking stabs at cuts Too much Water but I thought your caught yours off guard I go hard and disbarred the market price is twice as high I sigh I ask Y I got a task they fly in the clasp rely on facts straight Set a date to skate on it’s late and I’m gone I prolong Fate has me strong to date I go bonkers and soft serve the ice cream I dream of Genie I repeat be a fleeting case of laced In disgrace you tasted it the face get lift Missed the place in the spaceship I take off in to begin with Alien No brain slow when I tame toe bend I defend hits and clips I go to bed dreaming of trips I take sips more than twist turn in life like a knife I clock dice shot My rice rot in the ice caught after the sought after Gold and Platinum With precious stones all I release is Grow Ganja Clones
You could drag a name through the mud of the reject Who needs to repeat that toking Ganja Smoking I broke in the hope is to distance from the business side Make it free and see the benefit A lot of kids sending death threats with Techs and martial art It’s smart to start with Cannabis I market myself as a harp playing staying up late rap skater say later If you haven’t instated the way it slid with Cannabis man it’s just a bust Not to have it a drug best till the habit I grab it You could end up tragic without trips Not too much but as such as they rush crush cold Psilocybin Platinum with the Gold and gemstones Lead to prone to phone call Bullet all the talk on Glock some backward thinking The square pegs stinking
The hippies were cold in the game What’s this name I keep hearing? Steering dead on with head strong The Tech gone in the head and flesh Down from my neck I check I respect the X mark chalk suit fully parked up in the dark Bark at a fool you ain’t lived in Seattle with the rattle tail shake Make a mistake half baked I raked some strange herbs Highs that rise in disguise as I applies the insight Been frightened MCs too light in this with a twist A sucka got dissed Fool lit back sold crack molded the map without enough gas I fast I like a task on Water your daughter had premarital sex I flexed on a fool once he wasn’t cool I tried to dunk his donut to prove a point and shown it Gangbanger with the hanger coat wire in the throat I vote to end gang banging all rang in the hang in there homie
Sex trip I’m a sex fiend until I clean up with the ready in flux the function I make assumption about sex and you under arrest for cutting red blood Murder what? Shaolin strut I eat em up I lead in tucked with the fucked up much love to all the dubs out there A player who stay fair in analysis it’s a challenge to not get sweated All I betted is a death threat from the flex range in strange on a page Stare back at me I wraps up G with the feed I night breed I like a seed to sew lead with the flow pay heed there bro All murder comes slow you bleed below and above you got no glove I show you a rub I dub off almost everyone with two guns I Sun I strum a lung done up with buds and mushrooms I need Peyote my dad told me but he didn’t hold heat I bold defeat basically everyone I lead the come forward I more burned than I curved even I see in the game everything I explain
I drag the spot practice a snake fist I make dissed crews on the list for tools I rip into cool kids who flips I take sips I clip a sucker set his check the wreck in a much earned Best burned all churned out serve a murder route I shout out to the 5 and stay live I talk jive and cold thrive on the blindness I suffer from from guns A brother rung on me so I hung with Gold and Platinum That’s all you need with heat I win at the track meet Take back seat You fleeting I’m defeating crews who bruise up Fluid screw up the two cut in the mood but I shoe in to win I clock a pigeon fist On my wrist is diamonds and the mind tend to enter the Dragon
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Zippity rip slip the do dad fools grab at Sat a sack a fat green bag swag the haggle of mangle that rabble rubble Stumble fall all is who brawl called that call wall to wall Install the fall to all who gnarly like Farley the homie all stoney A lone key in the zone free so hip hi ho feed the slow speed I breed Call it weed Ganja pot full up caught one on sun I rung stung a fool who did it I slip with 5th 7 eleven sever heaven never blend it blended mend hits The quickness I stick kids off wrist slid the hits big and I miss hits The stick rips I grips ticks tacks off green sacks of Herb I swerve Chocolate blurred the optic to stop it to rock with rip the caught flip Zip a zipper eye eye skipper lip your fit tricks clip first for thirst About to burst ill reheated first search the word curved I nerve of it Into the difference slip trip stumble fall until they call you hippy Dippy skippy lit heat beat the frisbee I sick see the wit free Speed for bleed trip to stay in grip honey dip with the mix that ticks
Heat it meet it indeed trip slip clip in thicken quicken sick ends lends method sector checker wrecker effect your hectic tore War porn scorn born horn shore in floor then more bend or intend to send it mend sick tend crips soften glitch rock fifth topic switched mock it pull pop it rock it rocket up the heart of chart cold cop sick sack rock it rip rap often coughin’ toss defend meant more or off it pour mushroom brew stew it in cool tip rule whip school drip brain ruin insane blame game lane hit up sit but cut butt stuck open chokin’ Okie Dokin’ broken ass rear end famous entertain this blameless the name just flame up raid suction cup to brain lift the way in trips like lips gloss boss offer job slobber slob robber robbed not your top rock it rocks smoked toked folks smoke broke soak flow fluid do it to it flew nip hip hopper stopper lot your copper copped your proper not your big born wig worn cigarette or litter box jocks wet itching stitching rich kids flip lids sick bids lit hits mix tricks bag of sag of plants lance chance dance advance man just dandy busted trusted lusted fuss for cuss more dust swarn off the morning light in sight the Sun bright
Spike with Psychedelic High dose relic close to gel it toast fell it timber see lead ski fee pay leeway speed spray no delay I read may bleed indeed seed planted ants did climb up pants dance man’s real peel back thunder clap sap rap tragic magically blend spices dice it’s rolled twice get pulled your card hard in garden far then tar heroin bend the recommended opium soak in den cope through ten step program show slam broke and toke Ganja planned Sativa dream nine blade leaf reefer creeper seep into cracks facts raps act up track but the slack shut wonder what under cut rubber nuts off club your butts hum your song fart along smoke bong light Js plays ways in stain red again spend maintain blend defend the lent coin toys employ skid this into disk slips rips the mix
You smoke the Ganja and train right in your brains lit don’t quit get it the city is spent meat the country is funky with Okies I broke heat busting with you meet the press detest impressed by flesh meet stress the beat best with complete sweep in the chest take the hit don’t quit you get it up to trip then again until you end suffering like Buddha said in your head you mend through the medicinal complex that bomb stop your flex you a nervous wreck heard your set met disaster chapter after chapter sad your born name glorified aim of brains lit quit that written word read blurred fed the edible medicinal pull off sweat from rob with threats you meet next I greet with the cheap chirp bird lurk in back with the sack pull it black hard on guard in the Yard smoking meth creeping techs what’s next is anyone’s guess I hope you can chill and not stress
Brought through the 36 chambers of death the city is a mess of concrete trees complex you navigate you get it to date I don’t sweat it I’m bladed I stay in my mind my chi circulates I skate straight to date you get dead headed I bled it to edit the country tore with War like the City but before the nitty gritty you get slid heat the dialects are stress multiple lead sprays through the head stays intact rapped that black gold solid wall of it too tall to hit through I’m superglued to the few did ruin it they tools kept quiet don’t start a riot I buy it up the truck loaded with stuff I get it rough they handcuffed haven’t seen it as such as much as your diet clean in a dream you got leaned on to clean the bong sew seed won’t be long before disease spreads pestilence beyond second guess you flex for no reason past season to breeze in like we did iron chefs that progress to the struggle bubble heat meet the sweetness with bitter change your litter box everyone pulls up Glocks
They call me Michael John Hand with the brand label stable capable but away we go with flow here we go again sold out shows when they hold men accountable more than allowable go sour fully the bully wool heat up skull heat beat the defeat with my extra special let go through the set slow till I pull the Dragon got in the bag every time I rhyme I send this dime piece intend to line grease the X mark spark the dead ark off the bled stark like a wedding I’m never sweating I’m heading past the red blood ring the sting complete I unseat I get it sweet to the teeth past the beast the 666 with the stick in I mixin’ a brew up for all the rude people to stew become equal as they feel the fully depleted and dull blades city guns spray all over the place
Model throttle hot you’ll block blur burned turned spurned churned learned curved word heard third Bird swerved on murmur tuck burner cluck sucka off loss toss it floss kid cost bid soft fifth slip dip crip hip hicks tick tock sip sop nick knock rip rock clip clock dip dopper topper flop your clock turned lots learned hot shot through caught as sought wrought not hot got shot pull popped flocked stopped hocked spat spit lit lack flip flap act black tack rack sap knack clap sack fat rap map off clip miss heat seat flip beats wrist leaked a digit frigid trigger isn’t with it tick it Knicks wicked with trip fitted lifted skidded did it didn’t even cement reinvent deed that sent lead that bent vent adventure dentures tense cores more whip poor sip the skid row floor mop sop top cops cocks off it soften coffin boss when top ten rock send hip hop friends end topic botch hits stop it soft slip sopping wet fist blood
Release all reflex Heat blessed to the X mark Shark pull stark on arc Heart split in two your whole crew too Lit through the glitter on glue To sit there Get lit air I rip tear Thick rare For I stare I get the next on in the run Someone stun so I gun from the lips sink ships Trips mixed me up To tricks that tuck All I do is pluck A sucka duck In the nuts I flush some stuff I lust for love I dust off rub I glove for snug I release like drug
Practice weapons every day Tai Chi Gray Alien Bagua mind gone Xingyi with it freely shoot Pollute with Escrima Salute with Silat All rock The shot is flow caught With a knot I pull out stops Release thoughts Stay laid back Deceased is fact Your rhyme blacken up Rap that stuck you in cut Run through what’s up? I suffer function crew love the fool I come true Sun drew on the gun I from the stun so I come from the gun I release spun spin Go for the wind Blow hard intense Crew on the fence with self defense Health is the wealth And Meditation Purify yourself Take vacation in life
I got the black crisp rockin’ interlocking fist Clocked blades and sticks Chain that you twist up around Hit the ground running I’m sunning From heat ton sweet Even black heat and gray Stay away before I slay I don’t like to see that shit Roll a hit job Slippery slobbery clobber all the G I mixed up solvent with the weed For Hash oil to boil Smoke it any time you need it I feed trip Like lead sick heat grip Icky sickness with the bitchness I fist switch up the dish soap on rope Slippery slope to climb In my mind I unwind High dose psychedelics Like crazy all blaze P for Platinum
It’s the Hash Oil Sativa rendered into splendor Invent your rhythm at the center Bent your bench warmer Get up on the floor yo You born slow puff glow on the roll of Sativa Oil I got employed Royally all soiled the seed up My weed cut with speed? Never that my reefer stays intact All the creeper Higher leaper Jump out your seat you’re weed born Ganja torn off many a head Turn red blood in the mud if you got the cut Suffer such as red blush you stay hush Plush and lead handcuffed The man stuffed Eaten a feast Deceased as East West Coast beef I floss like giant so don’t try it I mind fist on me see I be breezy Roll up all the trees and ski
I pulled the trigger and On Psilocybin God Damn! I’m not allowed around Nuclear Weapons I’m considered insane although I step in and came Swift Riffed on all my tracks lifted Lift the latch I hit for kids to attack with Like matchstick They ignite on sight I plight of the topic Wizard rock it I'm on jet plane insane in the brain I let lane loose with juice I got a deuce I choose fluid and ruin it on water I’m on water I got caught your thought up in the product I locked up My rocks cut with something but I don’t be fronting on that shit Crack kills swift Although a grip of cash I quit Meth and stick with the Weed stash I quit Psychedelic I seen it and you can believe that
I lit one My six gun trip some Off the boss the topic I clock it all the time around and on a dime I sound profound like the locked line that bound and gagged Bullet tagged in the magazine To see who let you lean On some cream Stare in disbelief all deceased grind your teeth Flip like Golden Fleece I Greece I got each to seek through the teacher knew How to reek and grew of Cannabis and Mushroom I’m still entombed since I heard the boom Of the dynamite stick light that wick you sick forever I buried treasure that lever pulled Severed dull with the leather skull that turn red and full I measure all measuring called the measure down broad I applaud all challenge to valiance I got pure talent and allow this how I refrain From fighting I’m lighting up mics writing I’m exciting to chill with I don’t don’t take pills or shit It came from Cannabis and Meth Plus herbs I learned burned and branch chain like lance lane amino acid I got a task trip off Psilocybin and a little flask of LSD I’m still inside P
I could rock LSD almost endlessly Let my set free I like the P it makes Takes cakes with clam bakes In the steaks I break with I hate twist to disdain off the list I flame frame and blessed I tried three LSD trips One strong go smoke a bong with that Fat cat rollin’ stacks Murdered blacks off tic tacks and raps Perhaps I lapse in judgement But all the Sun wet Further inspect the rep I set Make a gun threat idle I while in the title I’m a shroomhead Feel the loud boom and turn red I’m deadhead I like the acid fraction I fast when I take it sometimes For some crimes I roll dimes I rot minds I pull up fully wool up and blind
You have to get shit crackin’ To max in the eye sight Seen eye slightly warped and twisted My lens was Gold and Platinum I max for Sun I dead rung My head from the herb originally swerved Childhood smokes for folks who broke they need tokes steady Ready to head heat up In the lead but I read truck rope Around the dope how that sound? I abound with cuts ruckus come word the 33rd burned me I learned keys off cheese spray Play the Blair Witch Project And stop set I’m a magician in position with butterfly palms Fully calm I’m on I drop the bomb and stay strong Late your lawn mown greatness I achieved with the blades and sticks and chain whips I mark tricks up It’s a stick up but I don’t like to tuck fools It’s all cool in school
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I dance and crack cold feet Sweet cash relax and dash to the camera They eye on yah in the sky like rhyme word I heard up the burned cuts that I strut enough to suffer much in the cuff Stitch I wish I knew who but I’m blue so I glue and I am few Apparently there are very few Royalty Masters of the chapter words can’t describe how I get live I caught red head bloody said study reflex muddy then money I don’t gun heat I bust guns defeat runs on weaponry That fire retire and admire the expired Desireless I smoke stress and feed the flex on honey For the hundredth of a G I clock speed I don’t speed any more or any War I tore fun be in the Ganja sweet leaf I have fun practicing internal martial art relax and King me My wing be dipped ski that cliff off the end I lift take off and land I got hundreds of grands to make millions All the children is fed I bled diseased Fred read his tea leaves and said I shot head up you red duck like medic truck release the feed for said head up Like you need it to be with the leader in trip to fist relax not tight I know I’m right on because I studied long and trained My brain in a lane that got game going in the flame all knowing All seeing eye I get high and despise crime criminals Violence is a silenced threat in my house you step out and leave like the breeze
Cocaine is the suspect wing tip medic to credit with the semi-psychedelic I relish it got intelligent to install with ball off the wall called all I recall smoking crack Murder in the back of the act that sacked up I lack truck but I such as much with herbal handcuffed to the word slow I got burned so I churned and rolled controlled all the fold then got Gold I hold the cup Said what’s up? You could come and get some to threat run the best with the Techs left I got deaf and didn’t flex so I retest the refreshness every day and the right switch With night grips on sticks and blades I’m brave in my Gong Fu Close in close to full the dull nothing been bluffing and handcuff men I rock five styles with smiles I’m internal now and learned how to clock files that allow I’m power to sour the now you heard is word on hard with the yard I scarred I barred wool cull the seed I sew did glow Roll patrol on fold you mold it out the bold no doubt it I get credit to edit the steps with left hand brand the sex criminal to diminish pull What gullible reckless check with the fist I released crisp to the dish My nouns around the ground now to lock up stop them till the cops come Sun
I did a little bird so convincing she almost laid an egg Get on Keg run with the Sun I from the head spun I’m still number one I stun I got a fast cash habit like rabbit I take off and grab it The veggie get a wedgie and said heat is bleak bust a sheet of you know what In the cut I further struck on through the dusty road blue as stuff you knew of I ruin rugs I wipe my feet and ass I got a past history of suicide I ride the hide my mind is nightly binded bound I jump around I get a clown at a rodeo circus to work this I jerk hits through fish fully equipped I rip trip skip hop a detective to wreck mix the sex in to begin with I split Like banana I ram a avocado up your program my show slam I bam hit the cram the medicine yo let me in I fin to bust to dust and trust You must be an idiot to crew no different than circus work this bigger than trip? I doubt you you out loud not knowing nothing around the ground you lay in decay I was DOA before I tripped slayed that rip and grip tight cash now I was poor for the skewer I rot like manure and cure the sick You suck my prick and I’m sick with it yo
I pick a shroom You got to doctor doom The shrooms is all around you To astound you A whole pound blew of grass I fiend for the workmanship that last through the ages Pages read bled I head it I tend to trip when the crop come for someone brung the meth I stay away from the death I kept in check by a hectic schedule with the sex My master flexed on me You can tell G I in hell be Handling it well With trip I got fell Fall into Water slaughter my marauder is caught your Slot whore for shot up War To the core I tore off lightweights Date a skate on relationship To a grip of cash I serve it in the ash and Fast Water Shot more than duck I truck rope Coping soaking threat with a Tech Got my OG AK-47 to this day I’m a Veteran Of the letter to the threat of the debt crews owe They move too slow and get rolled on By the patrol till the dawn
I got a bicycle Not a tricycle An icicle hang when I bang the set Or seen as gun threat on the streets that I beat down the block Back country roads in shock late night You could see it in sight I got the might I right up in the truck ten pistol whip the jam with the slam Boom Bam A sucker and his bitch got a cinch to do yo Behold I scold the whole crew who criminal With minimal juice you got deuce I tap a source Of energy of course I love the cuisine local on the team All cream a lean off of dream to topic Don’t lock with the set You rocked up and flexed even The men that cement invent the weapon I stretch in the X marks the spot when After dark I park my bomber And alarm with a freestyle I smile and tile the floor To the core this is War I know a fool meant it by how he sent it I release with Grease is the word And bent it on Cannabis
After the circular reclining spine with diamonds on the necklace I wreck bitch I spot crisp I clock list I talk dissed tricks I mix in the fix With a bitch ass seen to roll fast I holdin’ grass Seem to outlast the cash I fold it fast I fast on Water I caught your War Torn I’m blood born I shorn up on the either or I cut with a blade I sprayed gun and threw hand grenade I got laid I stayed in bed all day and said with no delay Where does this decay come from? Lead the on one Sun Up shits creek Each day of the week I speak bleak
I like kind buds I can relax and recline and unwind I don’t like blind people I pop nonstop on contact with people People aren’t used to seeing you G’ing crew release all brew with nuts I cut strut up I run but I duck the stuck sticking Quicken the thickening of the shit you bring I sing I wing tip I lead clip about to smooth drip I light lit Stay that way No way it don’t pay to turn gray and stay there It’s in the air how I’m a player I’m the mayor of town all down crews lounge true Nouns grew in the sound around the ground that blew up You could screw shut your nose all foes froze I toes up with suckers
I saw my first hummingbird of the season They love global warming and burned up trees They like to beat their wings in them The trees look like famous Greek statues then I’m from Hollywood where we don’t give a fuck about anything Unless it gets you high you could smoke or sniff it inject shit
Consciousness Enlightenment Concepts reflect Sun rays aiming Blood will trickle down you Like a nickel back of zip Meth I step to death Recline slept in long line For sweat Put in for the half gram I jam Further the man Can’t get with it and Program Know foes I chose this way I decided to see Ride it glided Inside the trippy mind you find Diamond Behind sick I’m dying I mix a bag and stagger Down the block All hawk walk with chalk outline The outcome every time I recline I spot wine in the wind chimes Breeze blowing All knowing
All fluid Lick the shot do it to it I screw kids in the end they dead send them Fred I head I medic to set it I wet hits up the dead duck is plucked A sucker fucked with the wrong trigger here Better steer clear for fear Tears wet the set with the gun threat you step I wreck and tug on plug to get the drain insane Brain left maim create up in the lane I famous I just flame left When I’m right I’m polished demolished I like Coca and Roofies Reds ruin kids to death and frolic Screw them fees I slept on the ruin twos and threes you call it Now on the one you done like Sun kid in the wallet With drugs for high bids you stall it I like grass slid the Cannabis Crib episode install it I watchin’ and talk set I rock the Mexican Sativa I dream of and ball trip The dank smelling shit you lit and proposed bonus all of it I flown adjust the trucks on my skateboard small twist It’s too late to record I scored the born Sun This War is done
I do the high precision blade work with edge It takes decades Made I played all day and I flame I jam James in the suntan Your program is a scam You ball and wall Apply gold force To tore shit up Indiscriminate I livin’ bit of proof To soothe Smooth move I groove I spoon the dope Soak in the broken You tokin’ now That’s right how this big set infect Disease please the cheese Offa Gs I beiz the reason MCs steel in the redid bid Shit You can’t get with it I got bread the limit Drunk off my ass Now dry up and try it I’m giant
Grilled by Satan All relate bake a cake until late until morning comes with no warning buzz Fuzz the cuz got his drugs thugs up I rub stuff Right off I gloss shot the frolic in wallet to stall with a trick that called it wall I solve propel revolve around the ground swell when I come Dispel evil from the set you could tell This bell ring I suffer bring another dream to hell with steam I’m compelled to lean but I ski in the freeway My speed slay with no delay I trip drip a sip off lit fluid I brew it ruin crews who didn’t A cinch to lock up lynch a punk ass shrunk fast and past I blasted a clock lasted time stopped I fasted rhyme rocked I mastered all I sought to do I’m in the stew still Chill and bill until I shot Willis I grill gets field tested drill the respected Got oil wells and gifted the lifted Sifted through crips drew the lip did slew Proposal blew up
Death Rebirth Psychedelic in a nutshell With gats as well You in Hell I rock a sell sale I bail out Red route Dead out The head out The med found around town I down Crew is a brew away I sway and stay lit Mind trip And take too much you rush When you get put down To touch It’s such as handcuff You busted Death Rebirth
All I need is Ganja The air In the wind Blows All thrown around The soldier down Who holds the crown? You sold out now I mold your foul I cold did you dead and sold the ends I fold you got too old and golden I rolled in the matter for data I sold the latter for fatter Your soul it doesn’t matter I scatter I climb Jacob’s ladder I’m sadder than antimatter I clack With the sack It’s all flack coming back To haunt you The neighborhood wants you dead Ganja bred for me is a tree I feel for real I like it make steel With the wheels that roll I hold Ganja
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I sold Gold to LSD In Prison I envisioned a vision Indecision Livin’ Forgiven Smidgeon Bitch end Defend Recommended Blended Bent it up Lent you cufflinks Diamond Imprinted Lab Created Demonstrated Inflated Currency People can’t afford to live I forgive Covid Stroke it broke it Smokin’ Choke on Gold Lung I brung rung with bells Service in Hell I rebel 420 Plenty of money nothing funny
I strong-arm with the spearhead Leaving Soul Music Dead and without soul For rock and roll I stole the lyrics from A Polish lad I told my dad I had the best sex I check rice checks cereal to check it for Gold Material I Grand Imperial
Everyone grab a girl and dance This is your chance for dance patrol Earn your soul on the dance floor Tonight is the night my Disco Gold Is the crucifix with diamonds I’m rich
Rap Lyrics
In current I blurred it Murder hit Bit the squad Rip your raw up Saw Aqueduct Product Raw shut the sawmill Workers first heard the word Service Burned fifth Occurrence of murder further on Serve a song Turned trick A bitch on my dick I rock a four four Not a four fifth With the glass hand Made glass pipes and Smoked oil Boil that shit Pass out Roll the last route Gold and you sold Owned my own shop When I was 19 YO And Glocked a Pigeon Wing The Pro dream With the heavy shroom lean Childhood Ganja seem With the sober training All kinds of crews complaining
I don’t show my Platinum Rings Bought 400 small bottles of Water Repeated slaughter I eat the flesh Detest the second best On my pizza I freak yah Got the shit in the sheet to the cleaners I reek of ether My secret between yours Pour out the beaker Lab glass making Hash Oil I Royal Coin coiled up cash string tailed whatever the day bring You failed to bump rails I jails fools out on bail again I further end this murderer’s word I heard his bird He went chirp Lurk in the shadows About crab hos to flat foes This trap in the captured venom has them lendin’ Os Bros. With flows go toe to toe I release the show in the East Free Tibet!
Let's all chill and practice martial arts until The Sun froze the Sun rose I grow pot in rows to shotgun hits at my bitches I switches four fifths off hitches stop glitches No snot here just fear instilled in killers Top hundred dollar billers I rap fillers to kill whores still snore through War you core In the conduct rap bomb struck the locked shut Call all cut the ball tucked underneath a seat Never defeated greeted each seated feeling misery All bitches be needing Shaolin I rhyme in this with kin I strive to begin to unwind the demons within inside I strive to get live all the time I get live like it’s a crime I wing and ring the wind chimes it’s a sin To look at your friend like an enemy We give everyone blood until they face shoved in the bloody mud Cut shit up kid
Corndogs and Potato Salad This rap ballad Come loose with screws loose On deuce you come truce with Sun I got the hum on one Most pack the Gun just for fun I don’t run I take a few shots, kill striking vital Until the title is mine I smoke two dimes of meth Or four and twisted up War Sometimes score the hard liquor All quicker than drunken blindness that’s behind this I rhyme just as kid’s mind bust I recline to dust trust that Folded fuller soldier rap gore in War Was more than you bargained for No one sees the encore performance Get more sweats and checks Vertical Grills bustin’ Techs All respect to the Vets But they always seem to step They need that Shaolin rep For decades play with blades I said it before and I say it again My only friend now is a legend I recommend the desert
Keep shit poppin’ All stock shot up with the Platinum cuts Sackless bums on the reup they get cut out the game I flame with You gotta put in Be chill and hang until the blunt is finished We don’t put shit in it except the since you flex rinsed Ganja intense I smoke the stench herb We word up heard through the cut Party down! Pass the blunt all around It’s legal now where I live But too expensive to party with I start some shit don’t quit I fully marked for the hit I roll in thick clouds of smoke Toke after toke My homie Lucky is no joke Always puttin’ in Gangster to begin changed his head on Acid On clasp on with tricks to get higher I’m a rhyme fighter Ganja smoke igniter I rock your style again Soldier then I told yah Trip and the party a trip I smooth dip
I was a pussywhipped bitch before I lit High dose shrooms exploded on road did it I hit it Up in my tucked weapon I steppin’ with A murderer crisp Wishlist is a dream for what seem extreme Experiment with Psilocybin and Cream Lock this lean All in between haven’t seen You gotta OD Put down like hurt bitches round Curve your sound And smoke a ton of pot First stringer forgot all this talk like snot I could get shot at for rollin’ stacks In the back my wallet stuffed and sho that some intact impact weapon Or blade that you slept in Rock this way did it step into venom Into danger into stranger than fiction truth With the noose tied up don’t try it slut You get a piece of the cut And roll smooth like what? All soldier groove into the cut I seen a smut bitch on hitch with the stunt
A stoner burned slow in the Orange Zig Zag With the bag called sack in the Cadillac without crack cocaine Where was her brain? All lane in the A Train coming through running glue Murdering who? Everyone! With the gun You get spun for fun I sum the function was the lunch some hunch of The stoner all bone smoking toking Wizard in the making Black Ganja aching later on Smoking a bong all night long with Cheech and Chong movies Who was Scoobie Doobie? I ruin keys all suit your please your disease to freeze up Lyrically struck You couldn’t get enough of the stuff in buff queer weirdos All the tears flow when I smoke Ganja again my friend
I cross the Philly Blunt Ganja All wrong squares careless You was wrong yo I hate to tell you bro Cross out your set and flow All behold! The mold broke I toke over and over The Sativa grow where I live Forgive the law that all saw You bust a jaw Raw Clawed out eyes Murder track with the Y intact Fully blacked out Map town folded Gold did it for the interest on debt Change the ceiling Wheeling and dealing All C went for a pee on the tree For a fee I ice out I roll dice downtown Murder the crown All in it saw different I been bent and shit For a long fucking time I serve game in a motherfucking rhyme
We all need the Ganja Smoke Take a toke till you in Prison for the vision I seen in keen then lyrically spread fetus bled Out the word of mouth From the small country farm town All ground got plowed that was fertile All the farmers want to grow it But in secret I’m a Ganja Legalization Activist so peep shit I grew up smoking reefers The bomb with one on all the time Another murderous rhyme By the Mikey Neides
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Edited by Solid Log (04/26/23 12:59 PM)
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Keep shit poppin’ All stock shot up with the Platinum cuts Sackless bums on the reup they get cut out the game I flame with You gotta put in Be chill and hang until the blunt is finished We don’t put shit in it except the since you flex rinsed Ganja intense I smoke the stench herb We word up heard through the cut Party down! Pass the blunt all around It’s legal now where I live But too expensive to party with I start some shit don’t quit I fully marked for the hit I roll in thick clouds of smoke Toke after toke My homie Lucky is no joke Always puttin’ in Gangster to begin changed his head on Acid On clasp on with tricks to get higher I’m a rhyme fighter Ganja smoke igniter I rock your style again Soldier then I told yah Trip and the party a trip I smooth dip
All the Vets want to talk with me But I was too young to rep I had slept on for so long the prolonged song to hit the bong And service on the hurt twist Murk a fist up to slit stuck with the weapon All shedded skin let them in to Heaven All brethren relax fully act strike the match light I act hype still I wipe colors off the rainbow Psychedelic with the angles worked I hurt so much still I’m not tough like a torture victim All evicted tenants left their residence by force Torture murder hurt still shirt tucked in with sin I skirt The training most recommend I lane in the brain nourishing chi All that I see is blades running Stunning fun tricks to styles I smile while I child still I filed ill Bust why I kill? I must! Trust that
I cross the Philly Blunt Ganja All wrong squares careless You was wrong yo I hate to tell you bro Cross out your set and flow All behold! The mold broke I toke over and over The Sativa grow where I live Forgive the law that all saw You bust a jaw Raw Clawed out eyes Murder track with the Y intact Fully blacked out Map town folded Gold did it for the interest on debt Change the ceiling Wheeling and dealing All C went for a pee on the tree For a fee I ice out I roll dice downtown Murder the crown All in it saw different I been bent and shit For a long fucking time I serve game in a motherfucking rhyme
A stoner burned slow in the Orange Zig Zag With the bag called sack in the Cadillac without crack cocaine Where was her brain? All lane in the A Train coming through running glue Murdering who? Everyone! With the gun You get spun for fun I sum the function was the lunch some hunch of The stoner all bone smoking toking Wizard in the making Black Ganja aching later on Smoking a bong all night long with Cheech and Chong movies Who was Scoobie Doobie? I ruin keys all suit your please your disease to freeze up Lyrically struck You couldn’t get enough of the stuff in buff queer weirdos All the tears flow when I smoke Ganja again my friend
We all need the Ganja Smoke Take a toke till you in Prison for the vision I seen in keen then lyrically spread fetus bled Out the word of mouth From the small country farm town All ground got plowed that was fertile All the farmers want to grow it But in secret I’m a Ganja Legalization Activist so peep shit I grew up smoking reefers The bomb with one on all the time Another murderous rhyme By the Mikey Neides
Fantastic nugs! Bucketloads Truckloads Make your head into the flowing Owing nothing but sowing seed No debt respect for man All the plan is to oil up Royal cut I am So I jam in the program to show plan I roll and practice blades Made grades in the maze With flavors of dank herb Crazed for the word to days unheard of Word up I heard a truck rope with smoke no joke I poke with wingtip and sing trip Mushroom I bust soon always so I leave it to the Bikini Dolls and all their Graves The poor enslaved read their A list twist On the days the fools get dissed Skills Witness the drum fills and no frills service I work this to it burst bust thrust forth cut But show a lesson to sex in the dead end street you meet I feature each or the meet your press no second guess
Love, Mike Neidlinger AKA Mikey Neides
Stagnant Chi wants to flow free Blocked Chi is a disease Easy to cure with pure internal work There are quick fix solutions such as herbs or acupuncture But a real doctor treats themself preventatively A nice bit of exercise is nice But it takes a vast knowledge of medicine to flow smooth current Decades of work make no mistake Sedentary life is scary The couch potato Overweight Seeking the beacon of hope to relieve depression, anxiety, all types of disease The Chinese have my favorite study Tai Chi, Bagua and Xingyi I like to train in the rain, sun or snow Any way the wind blows is OK I love trees and the forest I must ignore the sick here in America Things like Methamphetamine Coffee, Tea Addiction and watching TV or a computer screen The World is unhealthy and in poverty A great disease lurks in every sickening thing They start kids off with sugar and soda pop Here in the USA
It’s funny how a fight turned into medicine! I saw Tai Chi in a park in San Francisco when I was young Shocked and stunned by the calm and peace she had become Years later I made my way to Tai Chi The greatest thing I ever did see was the fight to begin the insight It’s alright! I’m polite and I don’t harm others We all brothers and sisters Attacks from rap flow like swift poison wind to a sin to a T Everyone flees when they see the gun Now imagine 187, 24/7! That’s the life I lead Fighting is an interesting hobby The art of weaponry is key All rap stylists flee when they G down All lead round the seen and found Gem From the stem of the pot grows the buds A push and a shove isn’t necessary to face the scary trip After a big drink of Cannabis The mushrooms were dank I ate the whole ounce and bounced
I supplemented my Tai Chi With a cup of coffee! Every day I play a little Tai Chi It’s mixed with other martial arts I practice a mix only I don’t know how to practice one style pure I morph into other structure I like to use medicine to see new things It is good to see They say Hey! You can see a tree grow! It’s right to ring a thing slowly I can’t find my way home but I have an advanced research project In the development of my healing capabilities The season is coming to practice out on the porch I can practice weapons out on the porch For six months I have been in study inside Where I can’t practice weapons I use the weapon to advance my study of chi I am drinking another cup of coffee To make a Gold Chain with my practice Often rapped about I rhyme sometime I know it’s a crime to stop on a dime on someone who isn’t an expert fighter! I’m a poet and I know it
I can see a free moon at night The sun and stars and planets should all be free The flowers, trees, mushrooms, all of nature should be free I don’t like money I imagine one day the people will all feel the same Each person lurks in the shadows of existence Many people prey upon others Push and shove Hit people Stab people Cut people Shoot people Go to War A core of violence is seen as something for free too People pay to watch violence as entertainment It is very sick
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Edited by Solid Log (04/29/23 11:59 AM)
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I can’t fight any more I’m War torn War born from necessity So why the fuck you got to do that shit civilian? I’m chillin’ Wax off some fools and then dip in my trip till a cap filled Billed top Service nonstop Pull it pop I got it hot for the chop shop I rock in I top ten Murder with Glocks and I chalk outline Servin’ bout time To route I’m peaceful I don’t want to kill a fool like Clint Eastwood In the Old West shootout Cowboys no doubt it You get down routed Turned out and I shouted out loud about the gat sound as I screamed Beamed threw this gleam root just easier to pluck I don’t give a fuck
Relief comes completely Seeing visions unseat with the heat running Gunning down a round shot in the head Murder a Federal Crime Servin’ all head in this time I’m blind I can’t see G Rock a sport beanie cap And roll stack of cash Servin’ mash up till the dash cut It’s my last but I still strut Don’t give a fuck Seriously You could shed tears flows fears and deteriorate I skated on the haters Date your fate it’s yours It rain pours in the sold out stores More is less to anyone’s guess I’m fresh I need a pizza or something Pasta no fronting
Relax on diamond blazing All shit stays in the quiet as kept like and sun rays and a tech I left back in step Further jet up the block to sell stock In Glock pieces Jesus the easiest of flow with I got it lit Box your whole set Murder gets you rep So I crept up Lead his head struck with that shit I’m kettle hot bled server on the dead tour I fed more to the core still unborn I got the morning to stay up all night chillin’ Every children see the glee in something G You get hurt and that’s for free Even though it don’t come easy Like money nothing funny All I hear is gun heat And orange spot microdot Kill this blue chill the difference turn the screw
I’m not the voice of the choice So limit your boys around The ground steady Ever ready to head heat up Lead it on LSD Purple Haze and everyday blaze Murder stays at per capita Raps blurred heard and smack yah up Rap cold struck You outta luck if you fight rough Tuck a weapon I step right up and serve game Slave Serfdom hurt strung the lurking strung the lesson out A murder route And all you heard about it through the grape vine So I release swine I word up eat the beef every line
Pizza and Pasta rocks yah every day Brains leak out of your brains Drains remain all caps slain I get the off it I soften but I coughed in it for three years as a teen We all human beings Fleeing from gunfire in mass shootings Looting wizard hooting and hollering Every dollar ring I sing a song of Pizza and Pasta My poetic love for Noodles has me in the kitchen fixing food I remember the crush groove Smooth move to hook up the shoot! You know you love it The subject is important Come with more Italian food We love all cuisine Even hot dogs Hamburgers American Everyone starin’ and I got the children of Israel to wheel and deal I bust with a fat meal of the delicious People’s rhyme is so clean and vicious
Corndogs with Potato Salad! Smog thick smoking weed all day Lawsuits too cute for a sexual splendor Hop skip and jump to get the restaurant takeout Break out! I got a lot of food I’m not starving Food was so good tasty Making the basted chicken! Remind me of mom in the kitchen I love olives with fresh bread Some wine Good cuisine food in Hollywood where I grew up El Salvadorian, Mexican, Cuban, Guatemalan, Peruvian, Columbian One of my favorites is the burrito Made with homemade sour cream It’s thin They don’t add thickener Yes! The best burrito I ever had I’m in the lab now fixing to glow
I want to climb the hills of Italy Sicilian All steel locked I practice Silat and Escrima Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi I deal with blades We like to smoke Ganja Eat the pasta from the best restaurants In Hollywood you can find everything food and otherwise They have a Japanese fish market and store But before I hit the Italian Deli for the good cheese and olives I rubbed off solid impression with the chef making my noodle dish in Sicily The linguine with seafood is my favorite! In a red or wine and fish sauce, sauce The fresh catch in Sicily is especially good I remember the NY style pizza in Beverly Hills and Westwood Argentinian grill at the Gaucho Grill I took clients there and treated them to a meal That, everyone feels I’m for real with my swords I’m lit I like to quit at the grind And unwind with Sicilian Pasta I smoked too much weed as a kid and now I’m hidden Like hands under mittens I’ve been sober 20 years And it’s a crime for me to drink wine
Now I hit up shwag shrooms The shit still hit with the booms Put you on the ground on the ounce Servin’ game with the pouch of Ganja Sack and Water Pipe Bubbler join the club your Psyche gets blurred Mike gets heard out the word up Hurtin’ suckas stuck with this Mic and cold twitches My hand switches grips on weapons Rep in the game for the slayers Rap game maintainers No brainers in the lane course you take Break it off All of em are soft I flip their boss I toss their raw shit Servin’ fools hit Murder mix in the cabbage All stack refer to Platinum Rap and spun My gun still hum too much I need more drugs and food I’ve been sober 20 years Training my mixed Internal Martial Art I hit too hard still
They all open Smokin’ after butchering the hog in the smog with cogs turning On Cannabis Testing all the flavors of mushroom Spittin’ in the Saloon With a spoon of cocaine This lane is called brain You can serve it maintain Till you swerving Out of control on patrol Smoke a bowl up Get your roll cut on sold front I stunt it up with the bold moves Soothing pain all oozing blood stain Grooving so fool come came with a tool like it’s school or something Everyone wanting peace At least all the deceased turn in their graves All slaves shave off points smoking joints after Emancipation Change the station here Related to fear you hear in your ear while tripping Sipping liquor I get thicker Pull the trigger if you come with swigger swagger with the dagger in hand Command planned to land the forces Contortion grab a portion of the light and dark in the Park
I reminisce about the blade stayed head high on dry with the mind fist Twisted dis kids and killed the whole town spreading the dragon around People got pissed I left footprints intense to look at in the dirt after training All sun ray came later I skater with the haters on nature for flavor I behavior model full throttle packed the bottle with Genie In between Kiwis I ski freeze like breeze up on GP Related to free seeds of Ganja weeds packed from pounds into little crowns They always down to smoke joking about the soaking in the woah! My bro has joking all the float ring around the rose thing I broke King I vote to sting the vital with title I rival the homicidal at murder I knock people unconscious striking nerves I blurs The lines between finds seeking Gold in California I was born in Hollywood where I grew up Good luck finding the stuck kids A lot happened in Laurel Canyon that was Jammin’! An artist community people in the entertainment industry Everyone grew up with a new look on life when they moved away I miss those psychedelic days in LA!
Study the 10,000 herbs Then you will know about medicine Of course, no one has time to study all 10,000 Learn suggested formulas Five Elements and Yin Yang I suggest Internal Chinese Martial Arts I cut Blade Fighter Part 8 before I made the internal switch Training on different diets and herbs you can see what the Chinese learned I must unlock the advanced formula of the Internal! All I need is a body that works, a place to train and weapons Good food and medicine
Kill the snack habit Like jack rabbit I bag it Vegan? Hell no I hit up seafood with pasta Italian style the doctor wants to see you To check out how your weed grew With mushroom I got a Dirty meth cap in the back but that shit is see through I bleed true as feed slew The deed title is my name true I flame blue like propane Glue the ceiling to the feeling up to jump and stick Flow like magic trick I bag a crip up Sag my pants and dick sucked Thick butt I see a sick slut To pay heed to my need for speed but I ski packed powder The snow that cold mold out the frame hold you one in the same I hot damn! Said the plan and suntan the show slam Jam like rubber band I stretch and snap Lift the latch open the creaky hatch that leak and tweak I seed money funny style gun heat Blow feet off the shoes for blues I twos and threes like disease WIth extra cheese for the trip for the head I said it yo
God has the Meth Cap God packs the steel For real God is in the drug deal You could feel God getting up on the job All sales a robbery God’ll be the best rap artist A martial artist Apart from the hard stuff God never bluffs God is murder tough I am so glad I have the Meth Cap I keep murder in the back seat I rap for the defeated and depleted I unpack the stacks and read with the max I bask in the Sun with my gun And God created the Sun He only just begun I pull out stun with weapon When people step to me I breeze Grew up smoking trees With the disease I made cheese With a Martial Art practice Very few can match with With Psilocybin it takes practice Weapons if the Mac spit I attack in rap for the act with it
All uncut union job Pull his slob off the mob Rollin fog crept in Wept in the step kid didn’t even Reinvent the wheel spent his deal for rent Not a cent bent on acid Last it did skid the plastic lid off Ridden of crime boss Lost the cost for sauce In green moss Floss all raw stuff My jaw shut I tuck A Uzi and soon to speed on meth Doozie if I step to the floozie all choosy New seed brew as breed who pay heed To the weed stench Bench a dent in Fentanyl business Witness this Meth drew a crowd out loud all rowdy Vandals on adrenaline better win Or circus begin in some jerk’s weapon he steppin’ with
Opium den Spend some time in it My mind went to find the dime I spent on entrance To the tent for adventure With core tore All born War before I score a key of the black sticky Lack of drugs got thugs into new pay heed to the plug hit free I lick be right on sight to see fight that breed Weed smoke Opiated Hashish cut for broke I joke around on the ground with the sound Around a round went off in the smoke lounge All fools tossed the cost up high Soaring prices why? I born for stuff to die in my eyeball I’m liable for death breath Homicidal kept coming Some Sun in the running Stunning all sets to flex and kept on humming
All the stars in the sky Walk cry a tear Talk fear and know nine to hear sum the stun up I run cut the bum rush the suffer enough Cuffer and Arrester like Jester with lecture in the DARE program An unhealthy wealth be sweltering with the billionaire I stare at Donald Trump Such as the hunch I got I want to smoke pot But I got not I rock the sawed off shotgun for some fun underdone cut for the stunt to fail I bail on whale of runt with the gun for fronting on nothing but something This song I sing is the wingtip again Reflexing ends I bent the center at the arcade playing with hand grenades And M-16s all dreams cream with the laser light beam for what steam I mean… What do you be in life besides a nice chill not ill likable type person? Worse than a curse with the burned to a crisp dissed gangster bitch Switch the list and go exist somewhere else with your stealth position
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Edited by Solid Log (05/02/23 04:52 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I spit the dragon and crane verse unrehearsed About to burst from the thirst I cursed sacred ground Training around the sound of complaining of rounds got shot around The bound texts say you better not flex so that’s a crime Y I’m on line to find the rhyme I find I unwind and signed the deal signed I’m blind I got the ocean coast in the design on the surfer’s longboard Who scored? Who tore? Did this mean War? People practice hard style feel The ice you reel with Lady snow called blow all peeled twist and flow I glow Low and behold I grow the mold that’s Psychedelic I don’t need to sell it Kids afraid but adults stuck with the blade so it’s shade Light rays light days until night I stay up late I like to think and see illusions On juice and water Someone’s daughter caught her dress on my dragon claw sought after The master of the chapter with 30 years practice to attack this with In the sack like a nice dish of the crisp veggies
Say peace to the Ganja Trees all fluid No disease left this buckling ski the suckle with the t-shirt Got to hurt the work in I surfin’ steady murk ends I tore it up render makes amends Return back to sender Center on the blends We need pure Sativa I smoked Indica and Crosses for three years I toss em in the trash I need a fat Sativa stash for the pure to flow lure into cure I like this fewer than most psychic to boast or brag about hard drug swag I place a premium on reefer the night creeper yet all night sleeper Rocks your heed heard word up Duck a stuck plucked bird the 3rd in the cut For what I strut? Can’t get enough? You suffer in the stuff I get it rough without the puff I like too much sometimes Get toe up with the rhymes I call all the minds to rewind all at the same time sometimes I rot in The shot ends with stocks I bend off of it fine The Ganja fist is soft as a dove in a glove without a rub nickel and dime Smokers choke on the substance abuse let it loose the dragon!
Just imagine how many tons of almonds people eat every second They flex with the murder method to check shit I disarm the arms are garnished with weapons of War Score the born I morning training style braining unchaining smile I flow file in line with the diamonds I recline when my mind bend I tend I like it like I like a friend I end the conversation then Back to bed So I can snuggle with my blankie You don’t need to thank me I smoke stank weed Herb Ganja What I’m on is bomber stuff to the touch I mess up crutches I stuff shit in the blunt and rupture in the cut Fold off it like all often stunt to from it stun something But nothing ever gets done except having fun
The Ganja burns down From the Crown Chakra to the one on the Bottom Trip gets you too high you might have forgotten I lock then Lock step with deep breath Catch a puff and pass it I relax and trip sober I load your shoulder down with drugs Before thugs rock steady Ever ready to get head heat I meet you halfway Whatever sound you play thing you say With no delay I reach out and change things Strange way to behave like you do brings hard hearted I’m martial and partial to the Grateful Dead Art Show
A homie remain down All crews surround I took a name out Called death straight from Mexico crept on the Ganja so slow My Tech My AK-47 rains down from the Heavens I left you in a stew of shit When I come through with the hit I brung Rung and stung one Sun I hung off this slung some coffees And toffee bars keep food in jars even I cement mix the pretense for violence All the crowd wild in it’s true shape and form The norm is to step up and serve a fool with some punches Knife wounds and Bullets Full Hit stay smooth and lit A fool’s whole toolkit They don’t know shit about how to fight, alright? They tried to bite my lyrics but still can’t come near it Why I took the hit out no doubt You could scream and shout And still I ain’t hearin’ what you talkin’ about
A narc shark so dark in the park That’s lit Pull up a chair and sit Let’s quit this This distance is listening to a friend here People dead from fear All steer around the corner Born there with the air bloody With money this gun heat From complete defeat A sheet taken from the book A page read smooth All the sooth Look how you shook You a rookie Pass out from the hook heat Off spoon with the instep you flex on everything Get in the swing You get the sting A soldier bring fold your King Until Gold weighed down the pockets No one clocks riches Unless they fix this Thing you do You a gun A straight up weapon
A cocaine trip is a rush To touch a cocaine rock You stalk The area after the visual rush you spoke hush The crush is dead in the lead on meth But Cocaine is Psychedelic You could tell the way it hit It leave you laced with the trip You wrote down the record Plate the second core with weight I get great results on meth salts But I want to rock the clock called rock Cocaine Freebase a taste of the taste of it To place the trip in a face you drip Quick to flip I mix the crack with Cannabis I light it up like a lamp after the amp Man clamp onto the crew down you grew Into the ground to make pounds and ounces Pounces on the sacks that counts it’s fact Black racked up points choice on invoice I anoint a joint for the coin legal tender Venture capital raps you pull cull the seed Tame the bull rap this skull on meth Crack is intact with the black act in the Mac spit Rap rhymes lit and I’m gonna quit now And leave it up to somehow someday someway Any gray area be tearin’ into your brain you slain
I’m a heavyweight fitter High temperature spitter With two clocked heaters And I unseat uncork bottles To shots up fully on Waters I clock slaughters And you oughta owe yo! I pull out on the Psilocybin Mushroom Ounces I found shrooms growing in the forest I was the poorest Did three tours in the War just to the core split I plurally fit the word third is lit I’m on a trip and I can’t stop I tick tock like a clock and still bought overpriced stocks I shocked! My expensive blender is a pretend kid’s play toy Everything is shit Eat the rich Like Donald Trump that punk ass! Kids be rollin’ too fast light the grass up hardcore Import Sativa from the Tropics Switch the topic up From hell Trip overdose to L relax gel and wax off fat Ganja sacks Everyone Balls stacks in Heaven
Forget that Indica Sativa Hybrid shit We want tree trunk thick 50 foot Sativas dank that stink On the equator For major flavor for the sky in danger of eye I pop a dry well open to soak in the 3rd world The USA too now included I shoot bid lid flipped off this kid I serve a task for Generation X The infects the system within the borderline Sure you’re fine until the next clip spill Fully auto thought so you caught slow Spill blood like a thug until you claim drug I pull the rug out Murder route serve a fountain head for spread Fly some metal pieces to grease this with Wounds deceased and shit fully split The pizza Each easier to defeat as for kegs of beer you funny there I like that with the tear I ear to ear smile all the while Trippin’ kickin’ back in style
I made my bones in the semi city Santa Cruz you can’t lose in magic city Everyone with me to trip see I feed the need to feed the head No murders No wedding cakes baked with blood No cuts that rub cats backward platinum has sword I come forward and back my dragon is on the attack When I sucker end life quick I see shit sick I don’t mean to trip but I trip so I detain insane Clock a motherfucker in the lane switching brain on me Yo that’s the wrong move for the wrong groove I busted moves and saw crews choose death What’s left has the kept in step crept with slept struck tucked one A murderer hum a tune too soon to make it spoon ring the thing It sting in the wing I got a King on my Ace I taste all flavor taste The stranger than ill cheeseburger refrigerated further than word yo I burned slow all night long fed the song to flow off wrong Plus then I smoked the bong again strong with the hits do flips and twists I mixed the pot with nothing we don’t spark shit or start shit We peaceful trippers from the West not wearing bulletproof vests We ain’t cops we shock the squawks out of pigs that fly over Maneuver close to sold brew what you do? We get stoned true fully to the fullest with full heat at every show yo
Fools get stuck with the murder charge That’s huge news on the Psychedelic Stoner Front!
I turn kids into paisley psychedelic ice cream buttons Shut inside the game within slide that’s aim I did enough Meth to cold test the fresh I like the vibe of the tribe that get it live and thrive still but with knives I line live I did the mind slid into outer space Taste the place with ace up the sleeve relieve the King’s Guard I hard on the large livin’ Thanksgiving I don’t have any children To get drafted and killed in Wars to the core For sport I short out I score more routes downtown And that’s for sure now Service with a smile Here’s your lifetime seedlink for Ganja Grow Fine I deceased the nine I live in line with the hand of God That’s solve in this Order I went for the bent and sent the presence Of the entrance fee no thanks we don’t need that Watch your speed cat
I’m a pimp gangster I need to thank the martial arts I charts still not drunk enough to something sum up the dragon In the bag when the tag on wall scrawl lead to brawl I got called by the Order sort ah to do bids for slid kids Murder get rid of gang violence Get everyone stoned to the bone Clone the Ganja Phone and I roam Across the Earth my turf I surf skate and make the greatest DJ Of all the players I stay yours on it to long switch the folded stench you rock it Don’t dock into a unfortunate dude that’s rude To skip kids in the nude on fuel that’s cool I rule spool the wire I retired from firing guns I Suns done it done come with the lesson I sex end the freshly slayed Extra payed left wing stayed in power After a shower of hours to devour the poor for the cure That’s for sure I fertilize with manure Grow Ganja Plants the size of lives that gunning kids die from it Son
We goin’ triple platinum Pack the gat and then Soak you to the ends with blood spread all over the floor You go to War to the core so sure of yourself You seek material wealth You need Triple Platinum Chains Brains that stained with the gloss of the boss Floated cost your ghost I wrote it I sugar coated the kids to vote for lids of grass Soldiers passed on after heavy Ganja smoking long I broken strong backs Fold and see tax I maximum from the crap you slung brung the heat to unseat you Fully deplete your stock dropped to rock bottom I know you wish you had the shotgun I puffed a lot son I tripped too much Saw a rush peak the dust bleak the trust you seek with the gang Is best to left with hang with martial artists you practice with Go relax your dick
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Edited by Solid Log (05/08/23 11:39 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I got a bag of herbs crab piece Murder deceased Red khakis on my speed Max and bleed in the lung where I’m from is where I’m from I shun nobody else Rollin’ stealth on the mission In position so just listen I’m a crack unit Ready to do it to it so screw hits into fools who trip On me see for free I fiend for the drugs yes indeed I got all the time I read the mic hype for I smoke my crackpipe I lack Nikes in the game except I murder with the flame Became what set trip name I came come correct murder and maim Respect this bitch I slit a little bag open to choke in the thick smoke and Society is broken Why I’m tokin’ up roll that shit up You know herb is in the cut I shut out thugs with my rub route Internal Martial Arts What it’s all about Don’t scream and shout just tick tock rip rock the spot With technique you can’t understand it like Greek I clock it nine days a week
Mike coming with the putrified poisonous tongue What it sound like? I dice up a slice truck the ice cut twice for the nice slut I shut out rappers I cap your actors for backward floors on the scores for more I don’t get sore I just pour on the hits The only thing that solves is fists and bullets I surely isn’t the only one dissing Christian bitches This is the shit in God you forgiven for making these crabs listen I dis in the stun with the fully loaded gun I slung a jack for craps perhaps and state the facts Blacks are targets in the marketplace white supremacists ace I taste the shit and don’t like it I’m psychic plus I bike bitches home while I’m stoned I clone the phone prone to gangsters roam the streets With no defeats I unseat the crowns Always down to fight around My name is Mike
I got the freeze on the antibody Somebody shot me Who? It was the truest form of pure like manure In the sewer rests the crew your mic check 1,2 er I do your ass in the past license to flash Off like cash Sink my teeth in so fast I mastered mast I rap rhyme class let out Without a doubt Scream and shout Only rollin’ with the Syndicate now Murder Pow! Knock em out don’t allow The crowd to sting Word up bring the King into this Dis your crew remain famous so true Like Gong Fu Anything else to do with it screw the lids on tight Airtight keep the buds ripe I Mic the Mike up Soldier said what’s up? Like the lightning struck I give a fuck sincerely Shed a tear be in the rear Where you could hear G
Until you torn It’s the War in progress All stop sets to top threats Flex on the wreck you done Murder one Serving guns and weapons Steppin’ to the brethren You left in A stew Raps rhyme still you brew I’m in the sign off set like the X chief of staff Murder was the class I took shook and booked By the police Thrown in Prison by the seat of my pants Pro clean the flow scene What I mean is I seen it Torture for the scorch your warm you’re In it till you score blur Your murderer were in the plural All over and the whole World I surely earn keys To burn freeze A disease stops a skeeze from hoing bleeds All clone in the seeds we be growing
Fuck if I care I swear you hit the crater of the meteor impact Jacked bitches truck suck so much They ain’t soldier so bold you hush Get the stuffing something like tough in the roughing up in To begin we flow sin murder makes us Men and Women I’ve been given a test mission suggest the difference in bitch you fix this I’m tired of blowing off crisp make the list and dissed fools Tools packed even and they breeze in I cement Invent the entrance that fence forward leaning Beaming cream in it you seem different I steam engine gun up the sum like dump truck full of trash in the stash For a bash they clash with the everlast Mastering hurting someone in the ass further clasp on Steel till the dawn how I could go on and on I need to smoke a bong again Drink pure Water I intend to not father kids Why bother it’s a lost cause I take a pause to remind us all that the Fall is coming So clean out your plumbing for you become indifferent to the summing You running away
First the firearm is pulled Then the torture phone is picked up Then you just suck at life Knife hits the ice into cubes Rude fools attitude so crude in the Family like Feud I bust a move again one day Murder on display? No way I chill and ease in the fray I get it still I stay well when I practice Match this with an ass kicked And you relax trick I mic up a fix the type that tuck a weapon I steppin’ with nothing Never fronting or wanting the something that done gunning down You hear it all around but don’t make a sound Further astound I’m star bound with the triple crown Murder all over town is the noun now The frown of the clown is like a round square No way there and stare at the maximum security prison I envision indecision in the intent To vent violence on the silence I practice the style kids
End of session no question You get left in the dark I hit up a mark who spark an arc And extract wealth through the modern slave trade Market Forces lay the ground all around For efficiency let the difference be clear We needed it and fear of the speed you get the spear All day long conscript you into the military The fear then be for your life I take a slice of life and dip it into ice methamphetamine The dream is on cream for this team yo Let workers keep their profit and gleam glow I extract wealth with seamless flow All pay heed to the flow I undertow suck a brother know into the deep end Get him to speak dead Language the management can’t stand it went ape shit To pay the rent I invented capitalism, prison and racism I’m sexist make an incision into the Wisdom of the Ages Pages of script prove me wrong so in a song I rendered the law Into a jaw dropping, nonstopping volume of knock you out the box then
I eat the protoplasm Cross the chasm with the spasm I has em on the chuckwagon with the grand dragon of the Klu Klux Klan Murder is who I am I service blam Get your word up jam Program the Sun and I run grands down in town To score a pound of two of some good Ganja Grew Grown locally the folk’ll be smokin’ up serve a key So what’s up? I float a tucked weapon never I get ill with my hands forever until I sever heads off With the blade no way I went soft I delayed the cost to be the boss for the cross to bear Air out the fair round town the country fair Beware if you DARE Program student Drugs? We doin’ it Don’t ruin hits with foreign influence Just shoot it trip and movie skip the groovy All in the nude be with lewd conduct Got the Bomb Ganja Your momma want some cause drama
You front on Chuckwagon Cookin’ You forsookin’ the good looking Brooklyn kid who did too He got screwed in the game by two tame tigers Roster liable to tribal breeds Disease come from Weed Grass ganja toked slow Show up on roll tuck the weapon Steppin’ to the chef and crept in The fully auto Mac 10 Service a blemish on the furthest Dentist I’m a menace with the sixth sense Psychopath eating Pork Plus Shellfish I’m selfish with my wealth Until my mental health busts I thrusted my cock into a big winner I have the entrance centered on the adventure I tent your pot smoke hotbox I shook the storm before warning blame and morning came Burning in the flame I’m the same as you The crew said I new member since December But now I’m old school Like Old School Vans so cool
Everyone runs away from the fully auto spray Of the Mac 10 Everyone afraid of that gun A murderer sung hummed a tune about the groove he get in to wet in The Mac 10 is expensive which is irreprehensible for the sensible Citizen model full throttle the bottle of Night Train A name like Trump came up you get thumped by Trump Goons Murder soon in the spoon of Fentanyl Execute dealers with the wherewithal We don’t go through withdrawls we brawl Maul all the soldiers who saw Folger’s crystals With a fist full of cash my pistol stash Make a grip and sift the coffee Step off me I’m the boss see Murdering cost ain’t for free I break your knee and make you run up a tree and pee pee In your pants do the avalanche dance and prance Like a load in the washing machine My service fiend for who works this to bleed Demon seed of the Devil’s Lettuce Let us not forget reefer madness The gladness and sadness it bring A dichotomy I got a lobotomy and now I rip rock shock with G On a shopping spree for methamphetamine I cream in my genes when I hear screams of pleasure The pleasure center inventor here Drink beer that isn’t queer
I’m martial So I start to pull up the weapon Death is your best friend In Heaven I recommend you die slow Toe to toe with foes who flow on control of the game Locked down shocked maimed Further stain with blood Number one cousin of the from the program Go sniff a gram and tell you who I am Known as Royal Fam Except I’m special like 38 great for X to fully wait 7 days I Gray Alien The same as I came in within the addition fixation sensation On a mission for the date rape victim to get even Seen in the room as a screw dude with rude conduct So my bomb struck the duck She got plucked and messed around on the ground All you heard was the sound of boots stomping I respect Compton and I wrong to ring your telephone So I zone on kilos of ring grows the rose bush Soak it Sold Kush Bomb Sticky Green You understand what I mean when you dream I got a fiend on the gleam for the gangster lean with a beam Weapon all set from the gang hang wet brung the slang
I ride a Harley Go ahead and farm speed until you bleed from the seed it grew Leisure too I feed a fool who isn’t cool Chris got the meth cap Lacks in Ganja grew Slaughter who? He never knew his own current so he watches murder hit on TV Bust a free seed of the Ganja Breed I take this mean Medication is sensational when the way you pull drag off the J is all day Soon I stay in my room and go out to play Another day another lay back lay in bed I’m half dead and my Rap spread until they end I federal criminal seek the minimal oil illegal that need of wool Slugged up and kill lumped up the Sum cut through the ice cream truck I seen a buck Kitchen knives and lives taken lives shaken No fakin’ you can’t take in the blade skill You will you won’t do it don’t screw up the hit you blew it already Steady Freddy’ head heat up Seat get glued stuck treat flow through lead so rule on the crew who said what to who? This icicle is cool but I like Ganja daily I’m not a burnout speekfreak
Here homie! I blew you a dope headpiece to smoke Ganja through this bubbler Just don’t fiend for s 50 piece of crack in the back with a stack I act funny when there’s no money Gun heat act sweet complete the treat to victim defeat the enemy Everyone friendly in Santa Cruz Ganja and the Trip move You could soothe a rhythm in that place next to ace of spades I lit up stayed lit all like 1 hit I got grit This mic lit All type of drugs thugs plugs for their rubs backward the Ganja sack toward The third eye I love to experience things high I like the citrus All types of taste sensations I took a long vacation on herb A murder heard of rarely in the square be gone round the town center air heat In the bare beat I love the way a beat chain up on Ganja stuck on the math soldiers felt the wrath The dashboard raps toward sword I don’t even acknowledge any other award I mean they got ‘em but I ride shotgun with the hot Sun blazing Sun-dried raisin
Copped downtown From crosstown to sundown Saw a stop sign In my mind I tripped My brains were lit On Water I thought your word was absurd I heard through the grape vine I relate on 9 vision Indecision was the prison I was in The stop sign said go So I went with the flow I knew I had to roll I sold a folded map In Hollywood sapped of all that’s good Capped the roll through the stroll Out of control A soldier sold his soul For pure Gold to mold in The roll then plus on Acid LSD The show they jammed I had a command economy planned I grabbed some beach sand Knowing life was like the dice that roll I hold a precious stone WIth the morning come the storm and A cup of coffee I almost forgot my Ganja Weed I rolled one up and flipped a sack of shrooms
I turned into the master dragon on cocaine I had to explain to a kid that the rich go to hell So I vandalized property I stop and pick the lock enter the center on adventure I hit up the hamburgers at McDonald’s I full throttle a bottle swiggin’ rot gut on the women In prison I had the vision to fix this thing I swing on a chain with my brain in fire and flame Murder maintain I blame the game for aim of the industrial complex My bomb effects yo momma’s sets I wrong to X out the mark the spark a fight I light up on the big oil Poison the soil all Royal I sure do puke when I eat a fruit that’s been sprayed I grow Ganja sit in the shade and bomb bombers I light up so much curve a word about it? I shouted out loud did the route for bid and slid Through the Wu into the Cream Next dream
In a haze for days My shop is lit up But I don’t have the drugs! Thugs get murdered plugs all server is love Return the dub sack Murder in the back of the act to relax Flack spit out the dragon to hang ten surfing Working the clean T-shirt thing I burst bring a sting in the swing off the ringer I’m an R&B Singer a dead ringer Night time winger Give you the finger I have it cling here To facts servin’ backs My max is steady hit up ready to truck and Chevy The soldiers Golden doors with the core for Wars I tore into the crew with the Gong Fu Don’t overuse violence it is base and serves a taste for blood All of this just to scrub a brain clean All the trippers know what I mean
Took a brain scan and Released the Golden Fleece of the Greece Ancient Greeks were meek They couldn’t take a seat They suffered defeat My brain scan was inspired by Greece and I axle grease relax the piece Murder was each crew thug stew Gangster grew on a brain scan Suffer suntan on the Islands and I smoke Sativa now Drive a Beamer how I gleam Platinum Diamond encrusted time again This light does bend Tremendous defensive tactic array on rap display I service any way a fool play We need trip and drugs Thugs get in the way On Christian display is an array of violent measures Treasures scored in the War Torn Israelite born of scorn Washed up on the shore and It’s six in the morning Damn! I need another brain scan
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,695
Loc: Seattle
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Knowledge of the Legendary Weapons! Fools guess in it Internal Martial Arts of China to feel stick the zeal split with the deal in the mix I trick a stash robber jobber clobber slobber off the mop heard third and gardener Harm is blur murder occurred at the twist and turn loop of the scoop Your shit is poop I don’t stoop I drive a Lex Coupe I super Duper but only root for the team that isn’t into stashing the lashing Bashing in heads and dashing till you see red In the Federal you need Medical help I’m not OG in Internal but I learned over the past 15 years Steer clear of the External Infernal that burn slow through disease I shred cheese on the pizza Meet more to score the leap roar and pour on Warfare-Like tactics Up to back split the knack written snack for actors I Max more than most exist in true form I don’t get pissed I could list all the problems But I solved them I got involved in Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi In 2008 I love reading, speeding and studying Buddha, Hindu and Eastern Philosophy
We got the formula All the undertow release to pull in your East Wind in the Ocean I potion lick the dish soap clean the dish released Each easy freeze seed to bleed it Mexican mean crap? I take my speed back We used to crack the Ganja sacks open and start tokin’ on sight Polite bright in the light under flight I might just Bust you edit you lead it through give credit to The medical crew who saved me Amazed me with the seed of Bomb Weed Herb Ganja need heard through the drew drawn fog and smog Of the City ain’t pretty Itty bitty kids slid through as Each East Wind grew I release true as the brew feast and slew A bunch of dudes overly rude I got clipped and told to accept it Never snitched a murder hitched to curvature of the Earth server burner I got it turn slow and glow like shot up patrol turning Gold again Told crews when you use and abuse fluid to do it I screwed in the truck to pluck a duck flightless Your bitch itch might stitch up your cut Your anus enflamed thus
They say Mike! You so therapeutic! I do it to it Open a new account at Green Dot Bank I serve a shank one day to shank myself until I spray blood all over the place I hit a dude’s face and it broke His nose got folded and Gold rid myself my pockets of poverty A nighttime G My service free I hurt you see What works is the Ganja Tree I don’t jerk off and ski low I bleed slower than expected so I wreck tricks call crews Mexican immigrants My hands rinsed of the blood now Still I serve a murder heard it further than the glow on the Ganja Herb Word up I crave the Psychedelic A Rave, all night dance and my wife I melt in her arms She shells me all night with kicks weapons and magic tricks in seconds I was smitten I ain’t never split with no chick and it’s written Royal Fam takes the high land!
I drew swords through a brain I got I shot shit I roll with 10 clips I got a style that’s ill I do it different don’t want to kill Other Masters Some rap forward then back Curve a slack Jack I hit up in the rough To dust trust that We rollin’ fat now Don’t have a cow It’s central to the style To live in the small farm town I like to light up on the clowns at the rodeo I fill in slow until I blow pipes A lot of Masters don’t do it right with weapons My weapon set an extension of the threat I buried the hex in the scary graveyard All hard on the boulevard I got charred by the flames Drew in a lane that’s fresh chain And blew out the brains To the next claim of Master Just when disaster strikes Light up all the lights
Blue shoulder Off of folder Hack job! Blew the mob up and stopped trucks from running guns over I loving heavy truckers They bad ass To clasp onto the back of one fast is my dream To escape the scene I smoke major Green But never sniff methamphetamine Or smoke crack My favorite trucker is a black man I sold on the plan to Gold and Platinum stance Blew my chance to rancid Hank slid the fifty crib in Thrifty lid of grass Coming to pass Ganja was a blast I’ve been sober 20 years With no fears I love to chill and drill for tears Release rears and sear It’s gun heat here In the building We got some little children And elderly about to killed in it Assisted Living
Stale steel WIth 12 pack venom for real Afraid of their shadow they sad so I slang roll to them to control hold on ten seconds Let’s not flex for just ten seconds a rest for this weary worker who hurt murk murder I server fiend all beam beamer for the cleaner to seem your read reader Red Redder than Deadheader I’m leather treasure the sponge tight feather light whatever I get measure of the bread for the circus I hurt in this game Suffer pain and exclaim how I remain is to come claim set roll through the game Murder maintain all the lane I roll through stroll through Get flagged down and sold Blue I hold crews I Gold through and through Dirty don’t insert the key into me and flee Punk ass G You act like a Gangster bitch I rich beyond belief I like to smoke sweet leaf For goodness Grief!
Sniffing Yayo All days below the heights if sights that fade you slow You became so rolled out steel cold no doubt For real I blow brains out To hold and South come from around downtown I soldier of fortune found in the portion to scrounge through Rounds grew in size realize the Gold that’s in your eyes is styles Came through with the blame whose name drew Attract attention the ascension is of the mentionable Created styles that quench the thirst to the rehearsed for church of vegetable Several sold their soul to cold Reprehensible the vent that most take make mistake and screw up As of late you could find murder spinning on the plate I’m drinking Water till the date Feeling the hate bouncing around the hate crime is all over stop on a dime Mass shootings Give people the drugs they need so they could be freed!
The Soldier defines all adrenaline And who could spit it better than Veteran? Letter then to spread it thin I win the bomb threat to skin lawn clipping in the thing Stock trip the swing some people bring I roll the rink slow in the clink until I sink and speak I peak I reach the seat of the event Sent to bleach brain Heaven sense your means and ways they went I’m bent I got it in the pen to second guess the win Soldier my friend I have to recommend training Get the aim in the stain blood red What you mean you mend wounds? Soon as the tombs released all greased up to lead duck the truck As fuck you could get it luck to bled Further spread of the carnage tarnished the World to no end Yes the War got in the core of the people No sequel needed Your souls read it the papers Or get shot up on the street by crews the major league
Feel a peace of mind Knowing you reclined for all the days relax unwind Mind diamond signed in to ten spread the head about Gemstones on the route bled the microphone is in the clutches Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this I rough this up I like to clip a pickup truck I stuck in the Wounds Pick up on fumes And release cartoons about the speak they Greek sold your seat Busted meet the trusted deplete rusted tools that feature fools like me I rock a G and I know it I phone home shit It’s the bonus round All around you found clones of the pound click Pistol whipped sound it’s the starbound for the ground it take Flake off like Peruvian Flake Cocaine I like my chain I got already Just imagine all crews flow steady Get the Mexican head heat and this end trees to smoke? No way! We toke Sativa for years at our Gas Station! We think Global and take the Vacation!
Fools come through in the Murder stab drag their victim In chains they stick them They get evicted tenant’s sentence is a quick one I six gun defend the Sun on all Universal bound On no pound I don’t lounge I’m Iron Chef I got to hot spit the left blow they crept up slow Thinking patrol all this hold on I sold pawns for Breakfast checklist Lunch and Dinner yep I skip the sinner’s last breath Folded meth up got my head stuck in the doorway I slay I turn decay into fresh suggest a lot of meat I serve you sheet I busted cleats remain in heat it’s The reading shit seeding strips for feeding trips I got the list I exist as a play to stay up all day and night I don’t fight I get flagged down for holding crown Serving soldier found my technique speak for itself Come in stealth bomber No wandering monk sunk this chump ass to run fast I gun blast coming from the stash I got the cash
We all love the Old Dirty Bastard He held it down kept it real All his service was worth it I hope to some spoke I know it I broil on the spot and fold fifth I sick in the limp trick device Live mice vs. Big Men I cut a ten spot of pot to offer the Gods Pull out Wads of Cash I savor my lettuce Just my head bust I dusted it Rusted a bit Not! A lot Got a fit that others quit offa Still ODB holds it down proper The nonstopper Like clockwork I hurt in the pain My soul aches for the Gold I did told you about down South Murder Motor Mouth sits on the couch a lot All soldiers got shot trying to cold split the spot I got shocked Like time forgot don’t forget you still hot and in debt ceiling Peeling back layers It’s all the flavor you could savor big entertainer
People now only light up doobs They miss the zip, the lamp, the amp I people’s champ on the sample Canceled my credit card to go hard on a boogie night I could see a creature still in sight in tight In mid flight I scared the shit out of the type of person who never worked ends I seen a cap son I got the gun and on the run I love walking the trails Get my horse never fails Sometimes I bail and straight street The cops can’t see me anyway I heat up every day on beans when I smoke weed Yo that’s what I need I hate the greedy dealers Seedy Weed spots drug overlords Got scored in some strange places Why the fuck you think we about face this? With Ganja legalization? I’d love to take a vacation and spit the sensation I make the take and break the thing each stake a makeshift Spendthrift type gun heat that run the street
A wild wizard what is it To float digits and make the sum? Threaten Sun to step in the clouds that come down I could Gold Crown a kid that slid I bust a cap in the ass but I don’t like to blast I got a soldier off the map Heard they captured the enemy and killed them steadily Bed will be nice on ice I get a large slice of melon for the felonies I commit I could go to prison forever For instance I’m a martial arts treasure So I kick back on my leather couch I just copped an ounce of some good blow Soon I score a kilo if it’s the real gold Super Sweet I’m an herbalist and greet each patient As they station in my place where I make the ends to practice medicine I to the letter then I mix up the potion and soak in the spread Half dead A murderer fed the hamburger I serve a good hamburger and curve the word out the murder I serve a murderer further than far out I cancel clowns all day And ignore society’s decay
Sword skills aren’t important any more You could score a gat and tore right through anyone with the gun So I feel comfy teaching sword sets no fronting I collect respect For one wing I in the Sun singing Hinging offa bet I run the threat out I could flush a gang Rush a hang Cold crush with slang This murderer rang on me So I stand cold Remove their old school I bust a rule on a fool I cave in their cool whip I pool of blood if it comes down to it It depends on the threat I like to inspect students So I don’t get no one ruining the peace That exists in my school in the East Wind It’s a sin to spread venom when anyone could end up a murderer But like I said before We got nuts with guns shooting everyone That’s why I make this Sum
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spirit_shadow
Old mate firebender
Registered: 09/08/15
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Roses are red Violets are gay Your posts are too long What else can I say
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,695
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 11 minutes, 57 seconds
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I had a dream to serve a cream Curve and it soften often lead To disease in the liver sift several left overs From last night to the package bright And it last until it’s tight I mix mighty magic into bite size tragic I gots to have it or I’m flabbergasted By the past kid My mask skid off the Fast bids I get rid of shivers from overdoses Come close it’s easier to see who be me on this beam I lend G intend To freeze all disease and ailments I prevail bent off the rail sent Invent the stain blood red that spent on 20 sacks of meth in the flesh You could get the rest in your head and fed with the track attract men Mostly they hardcore to the West to the East Coast see And Globally most smoke will be imported one day They have a need for speed overture they slay on tracks that play No laughs in the gaff I tax over wax maximum rap that stung I gun a slum up just like a dump truck I from it something slut that nice cut I slice twice and ice strut down the block rolled dice last night probably I’m constantly seeing freeing the mind unwind with bikinis solved in kind I real inclined to eat a dime sack now but I wait for the vision And then take it to the kitchen
I specialize in insight formulas of herbal medicine for martial art and Chi Gong! I like to long stroke the folk off before cost to pay the boss is softened by the gloss in This rock cocaine spin the tops in flame what’s the same is the bid the taste the skid I lift the lid and dig into formula X I don’t share it on the set cause murder bet I further grip the tech so serve a non herbalist verbalist abuse twos and threes Disease come in many forms the norm is to squeeze the trigger figure that Rollin’ fat mold in cat’s rap that sap the strength I enhance with dance the jig Country I funk flee the seed of the square dance bleed breeds out the indeed route Of about to roll down on crews that always lose I choose herbal medicine As my profession in the game of fame and fortune I torch in it and circulate chi inside of me and others We all brothers of battle so I saddle up and rattle clucks of the ducks Bucks busted off trusted flustered and can’t cut the mustard cuss word
I welcome you to step up to the stew become an action herbalist I’m in the past tense some of the best herbs are illegal unfortunate Mushrooms LSD, Psychedelics like these are the best to see I clock G I rocked a P off a notch in a belt that clocks C words Murder just blurs for those who haven’t seen I rock a dream for the team plus to clean up and lean on martial art I take no part in hard styles any longer I’m stronger and 3 prong your current you do murder hit Servin’ fit So many problems I chill with Internal Chinese Martial Arts I’m a weapon specialist I detect the slip up on non Veterans My spread lead of the bullets I should pull hits on crews You snooze you lose it’s all in the shoes plus 22 clips I cruise on fuels of all types master murder but psyche for challenger Valiance burn those who don’t got it You could shotgun hit the stop the threat and top the set No sweat I lead a let the people be violence I’m silent
The meth cap didn’t make it like he naked I clasp the Dragon and Crane when up in black smoking flame The game rocked the name clocked Meth gives you wings I sings Ganja got the pigeon wings I’m farmer of the Ganja When it’s legal in the Bahamas I made great riches The order gonna pick me up And lit the seat stuck The meth cap thuds into things His wings are brutal Gross motion on the potion of adrenal Motion on the Coat when the Ganja floats in I soak the sin out the cleanse the lens Too much venom with people! Let’s not catch a sequel please fool I lead the cool kids into the prisonless prison Seeing the being spread deadhead We could see as code red the flames murder instead I blame the curvature for servin’ sucka ducks up I lead a dump truck in the landfill to kill Bury the bodies until resurrection with the connection
Gettin’ toasted on your Gold fold the fifth up I’m lit struck the nick knock the clock stop I top I sock the slip rock Pro Keds Coat in the meds I bled soaked Wrote the vote shows the Hos down whole town Rolled in oats I show it to snow hit the most bitten Least common bombing run Sum the Suns and your guns from the Hung Hang em Sag pants advanced venom with the Denim Jacket The hack spit up poodles snip hope for noodles To spread the lead I head in the Federal Agent Flagrant violation the station like Canadian Bacon I flake in the sake of men rakin’ moons like James Bond All the pond I dip in to the kitchen that stitch in the rich kids I flip lids soap make me slippery all the vote for victory End of story with the born heat I greet Any soldier’s fleet we was both dead meat
Good Italian Food leaves me in a good mood You don’t got the good ingredients you might as well eat a takeout pizza Each root for Shaolin Suit I loot the place in Sicily For the taste of the fresh catch fishy I switch be up to sticky Green Indica buds Reminding me of the mud I came from This lane sprung up on so many I’m so friendly but everyone scared of the air they breathe I don’t mean to deceive But I got the tricks up my sleeve Magic fantastic I time travel charge it on my plastic credit card I live so large I far reaching heat seeking thing sweet death that pecked Like a bird I heard on the song I wrong to coat strong with hope For man the vitamin is tighter than the plan I flip flight again Spread my wingspan With the dope suntan I scan the land as a fan of the average folk Smoke Shop got the dope product now You could serve Cow plus they allow Pork in New York City I’m shifty I run naked through the city Get up on stage now you with me! I strip tease like sleaze catch the dance disease I got real Gold and Platinum Keys
Crack Cocaine! She magnetized me for decades! Her cool, cool flavorful sweet taste The height is the chill No smoking with anyone ill to chill with I real with the Gong Fu! I practiced with a broom After smoking a 60 piece I love crack so much I stuff the rocks in my pocket I stalk it The streets I walk on after I’m gone No one knows how long she flow on You want another hit? I seen fools getting lit for days Crazed by the way she amazing! Crack Cocaine is blazing in a pipe right now Let a soldier show you how Got that 5 0h double up Been trouble to some I never seen nothing but bubblegum I run the sum On anyone Who hasn’t cracked it they rap tricks I max on bitch smoking toking weed indeed I love a blunt after a session Crack is better than methamphetamine
We pick the shrooms We hit up cacti We don’t play die in the head The gray matter Don’t batter women Or swim in the blood of men again Every age that tend to end the Psychedelic Leaves me as a true lasting relic of the fellowship I hell a whole lotta love with the death grip This clip did flip Everyone sip the blood Murder mud on the stick Quick to lick up thick cut I sick but I trick HAHA! Magic No I had bitch I glad I itch I matchstick light up The type slut that dyke but I like the hype on the wiper blades in heavy rains It stains the lady all crazy Everyone in a haze be all phase 3 In a maze of trees Caught the disease as a young kid I slid in permanent for learnin’ it I love burnin’ trip in the sip of the Blip on radar gone in a flash of the weapon
I trip for the Alien Invasion Greenhouse Seeds from Bangkok to Amsterdam I wrote the plan up so you could know what’s up I don’t float a coated duck I voted struck by the Sativa Everyone’s dream its the lean in that Buddhist land It serve Buddha and Freemasons To lace the place with good buds from the spaceship Don’t quote cuts you outer space with the ace flipped I grace nip a bud off a stalk and walk I don’t like to talk to DEA They make me sick every day Legalize in the USA!
Mad murderous checks off the torch Sets bets left the death off a left hand death blow From heel to toe I real in control I solid my soul call it I don’t give a fuck about my wallet I follow the spirit on the trek the quest To get the best Cannabis Call it Ganja and damn I need some bomb right now If all the murderers allow We’d legalize for real Worldwide Stop hiding the riding on the tides bring in the Big Waves Surfing is a craze
They say Mike! You haven’t been drinking a lot of Water lately. That’s cause I been hittin’ up the cash route. Word? Plus you got the gun?
Mike hits the Water Mike hits the Water All the more reason to cause Manslaughter I heat up into lizard freak I write a cold sheet on LSD and Water I hit up Ecstasy Some flex to be the greatest I hate shit that isn’t Water I slaughter Homicidal Man of War To score the torn Dragon Stag in the bag when Mike hits the Water Mike hits the Water
Coalesce all the Water Vapor Nothin’ can save yah! Mike hits the Water Mike hits the Water I’m drinkin’ Water tomorrow All sorrow like salt over the shoulder I pole vault over a Soldier I from Ancient Rome and Greece I have a habit of busting the teach Mike hits the Water Mike hits the Water I tossed your offer into the trash I folded up all rolled Platinum into the stash 1 Sun Plus I pack the Gun
I manifest a Water verse Like it’s nothing ill to rehearse Mike hits the Water Mike hits the Water Every burst of energy comes from everything that be The Chi Chinese taught me Water I lit up and felt the struck of the pulse On impulse I did it With no hits of the reefer stick! Mike hits the Water Mike hits the Water Every drink Makes me thirst for more I drink Water
How good is your sword fight? My word is white lightning The lightning stripe thing I always ring the bell All hell breaks loose In the noose I dwell All through this element Of the relevant You can’t meditate during combat Unless your drawn facts come from it straight The sword and spear Things like this near I handle double blades in all shades of color I sulfur up the once word is struck they get thrown off By the boss straight tossed into the lost and found bin I been around been to the ground and back up This rap struck a note I coated practiced loaded I strongly hope all the bomb indeed Try some speed methamphetamine I know my herbs so I throw curves Of drugs and thugs don’t understand the brand Steady I know the deadly I’m not readily available to share information with the World I hold the Globe all is told strolled through the fold
Edited by Solid Log (05/20/23 03:45 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Loc: Seattle
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I write some hood shit Some good shit Flat footed Indian quick to run up and stick you with the Tomahawk I seen a lot of fools chalked How I walk takes into account the constant homicide Don't see my crew glide I put it down hardcore for the tribe No one knows how the game is on it's toes Still the same I don't flow I gush I'm a crew dude who plush WIth the smooth move I groove
Hardcore boiling Come with the soil tech My plants grow to the sky and sky high me I light up trees grow them and breeze I show men with disease on their shit No license I flow like Mike Tyson bust your lip My brain drips through the lane with crew What you gonna do? I stay true to the game From Gangster I came I still be hittin' up flame I get all in the grain Deep lanes of heads 20 cars bled some bullet scars off the bled
It’s a street brawl creepy crawl Creatures left your each your I sprout wings Come Kings offa swings blades and sticks Light some lit Kickback Layback shit the set don’t trip I light it flip The tight clip The gun could rip at any second Flowing who flex in the murder word you served Catch a curve on that ass And murder in the past your task was further in the stash Of Herb I smoked so much heard through the bird I skirmish I hurdle jumping trick stomping All with this walking I talking some shit to your face then ace You outta place and can’t stand the taste Stay in your place bitch
All water and smoke chokes through the lungs The chi really connects on LSD A check and see reflex that be mundane Base and in the lane for flame A murder maintain the server $100 bill curvature Further I head uh some other trips Yo run that clip back! And sit with a sack and your woman A woman shouldn’t ruin a trip all flew this dip Like Dip Set did I screw off the lid inhale And take some out to bail on the set Prevail overcome the threat and step to the stale I got rails to jail for the way all the stall in the lane Simple and Plain we get brain Sticks with the claim on riffs tracks lit who is to blame? Everyone slain and the wax that stain deep through the soul Ganja means rock and roll some jazz some rap Fully loaded auto caps in the gats
Who could get more drugs? I overdose on bloods They call them slobs to do the jobs on them But a lot of bloods claim set and then rep for real I know some bloods and crips Gangsters grip the steel A lot of Gangsters don’t understand how the tank forward Straight Late a G He got deceased The khakis creased Overgreased with the lube job All flew a slob’s head off his shoulders He tried coming bolder but instead Got bled It’s the Gangster Crews servin’ fools
Everyone needs the 420 vision That vision is perfect You collect respect With hippies and all kinds of freaks A lot of people did it illegal We seem to be legalizing It’s not surprising to find a lot of pot around I release once hit the ground to take it to town Get down dance all the sound I’m star bound I check with the nouns, verbs, adjectives We doin’ this big A lot of people figure Well no one will pull the trigger But there’s no trip you been warned If you can’t score trip Try smoking your whole eighth get a grip I know it’s an overdose for most Make you comatose You asked for it Trip and you get your ass kicked on the floor just the same We make product in this day’s dope game
Who got that gat shot out the lights Flow on flights Air Nikes Techs and Sweats AKs Mac 10s and hand grenades All this for blades? We stabbin' crews for days Each one straight with the plate spins Dig in the crates... That's my jam Old School! Turn it up and Get me some Gin and Juice I loose on the floor You could already tell I been born to rebel Against the government A walking Psychopath and I'm lovin' it Grip the rubber grip Crip dipped a trick for me but I skipped the ho Then told the story
A ho needs no introduction I got the punch in the face By the bitch Stacy For not taking her to Macy’s Then I graced the record labels with fat cables Willing and able I turn the tables on a ho Been to the store to get me some porn I saw some shit that make me sick I saw a dude on a dude It was hella bad to see that shit lit I scored a fifth of an eight ball of Yayo Sit in the plain clothes Then I threw on my attire I’m on Fire I spot a tire tread skid mark fled ho To go
My shit is back by aim Slip your watch snatch your Platinum Chain Been all in the fame and fortune Goin’ round corkscrewin’ bitches Takin’ switches off Rip bitches raw Flip jaws Trick all that you saw The law is all I call The name Certified flame in the insane Flip the skid and came With the trip Equipped to rip My brain drip out the skull You so dull and full of shit I lit on tracks spin on wax Feel head cracks with the tax Certified maximum
With the sealed stack of cash All soldiers smoke your herb down to ash You could last with a gasp on your face Freebase some Freebase Cocaine Explain in the lane down the drain Some crews claim this or that But when the name comes That’s when it’s rap To take the sack out the pocket Roll one up and Rock And Roll Your soul is grown You have flown many flights Many nights I’ve seen city lights I like the red and white stripes on the flag A murderer flag a rag and hang with the gang Slang came Down the lane of death in step with the chain That’s slept death is left with the X mark All chalk up the talk but it’s rock solid Whatever you call it
I clip down haste Put your mud in the face Any crew taste With the ace I just last place them To make sum I break come with the skate hung off the plate brung The weight sacks Let’s all get high in the crew that don’t die Except at the end Defend intense The entrance is a death sentence You left in this Spaceship Remain stripped Feel flipped I ripped Off the stage turn the page Sages of the ages flavors dangers up With stranger cuts I take bets plus I make bread cuss roast the whole coat slipped into the hole that deep Creep with the peep nightcrawl on some reefer Feature the East Wind a teacher that speaks blur I reach curve Slurred the speech that you heard Do not disturb
Flipped you a sack You got a heart attack back in black with the fat stack I’m used to it fluid I do hits up the unscrew lid off the jar of par Ganja tar earwax Hit up the fear tax the beer and stacks of Platinum Rap some done in the back I flack a enemy Ten speed bike and Hennessy Everyone flee when they notice me so focused I broke tricks with the coping mechanism In prison you see the vision Get the hit end to befriend the kitchen attendee I defend G off the mend with keys I skeez a ho all bleed till you flow Heel toe Real old growth forest Spotted Owls and porous Earth
Rich serve a stitch and mix up the fix Tracks still in fact murder mapped the jacked Have a knack to clack weapons
I got a spearhead warhead To score red blood Really fast grasp the shaft of the weapon I don’t take steps in the check win Every time A gun pulled it’s crime on the mind to find the gangster All shanks pour blood you in the cut Get service what? Heard of a slut and a nut job Robbed of the corn cob pipe fully swipe the pot stash Murder coming up fast serving lunch money Nothing funny when you run the street Each day of the week I speak freak Busted sheets of spread Murder in the head Thoughts of death I’m obsessed with flex on fools Check with some tools Mic Check 1,2 Screw that I roll a rap Folded sweater with the gat in it relax I take care of shit Like a soldier I flip the stats Come with traps maximum You just stepped on one A Vietnam Vet sweated the job so I fully heat up the dawn sunset And then X the money bet It’s funny to see a fool step I got the rep to still and say jet out the place Do an about face the crowd Pump it loud Murder is all in there around Gangsters coming with it now
All I need is a small cup I be straight on the cut then Stalk the Streets Walk on Beats That eat gangsters up I like a slut bitch who bend over immediate I like her tits and ass I love to flash a ho in slo mo I smoke some dro then do it to her fast I pump up that plastic rubber spastic I matchstick light up the gasp type of hos you want some mo of I sho nuff bluff a ho into to drinking in my 64 I slip the door open then stroke her like the US Open The word is spoken Plus the set is broken I busted trust that fact cold up that rap Pull in the clasp of guns sum number one I fully gun up the streets Scare the shit out of kids Ghost The most you coast to coast
After a thorough study of herbs and illegal drugs I don’t want that thug shit I want the crack cocaine lit Smoking on it slit in two what crew you knew Who skew all the raps track that stack money with the gun heat People acting funny Too sweet with the complete unseat the double deed Pipe some weed maybe but crack drives me crazy I like a maze of phrases that stays crews in check The doo doo flex came with the hex birdies snap necks 7:30 I learned heat come complete and correct or you get inspected Wrecked my Tech ripped my AK dripped all blood off the Lynch mob I a cinch on a slob I fully throb hearts Make martial arts your home It’s all you clone in the all alone Crews frozen when they see you Bleed true as your Ganja seeds grew then
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Made clean cash twice Now I rot diamonds on my rings Spoken things soak in skin Float this win Begin Hope the king doesn’t sting I vote for the swing Music Two in a bench mark Fully dark out the spark Pull up like a shark In the ocean of motion I so in the skin Vote to say when I got the ahem. Clear my throat…. The lens Like the bends you get The breaks me make No mistakes allowed I got a pound of Ganja Yo mama wants it I vomit on the wrong inch of flex Tense this Mexican Cess? Never that the stash is green High grade All we need to make blades Drops and sprayed the crops To increase the weight of the tops High grade on blades
I crop a Iron Wire you expire on I lit up core Saw poor folk Smoke a loc out I don’t give a fuck I smoked so much I felt the head rush on crack cocaine The Space Aliens above sold meth So I copped a half gram Snorted it and Trained till the sun came up the next day That was my introduction into the function of the Snake Up the spine don’t shake Make it or take in the see you then again Release a ten piece? We always half gram and slam I got the lamb of Christ Sacrifice on my Gold All I sold all I told I came through cold chillin’ Picked Wild Shrooms! Felt the boom of the large consume Spread a rumor that I didn’t have the gat But would roll you flat If you attacked the homies A cool Wu head gets lonely
For practice I take a cactus overdose I like coming close to specs of insanity For hours and hours Oh can it be In the plan of the Universal jam to free the freedom Joy To The World! When I hit up the OD You can’t flee G You come hit Oh snap! You did it now the gun clap like pow! Murder how you all in it to go further You powerful You gonna tower over the trip Until you blip the peak Speak of reeking of cannabis Now the cactus speaks Man it just peaks and peaks Multiple slopes coming up Holy Smokes for the tokes Ganja heavy I like a truck Chevy Man I wasn’t ready for that blast The next time I want the cold cash and rhyme Dash a crime is to sign it done deal Before you wax the seal It gets real bro Ride it out No doubt further max on the burner
The seed you sow The Ganja it grow Higher till you get phat smoking that Turn it into black Roll a Rap Superhuman in fact you capped Murders mapped up around People end up on the ground You didn’t hear a peep come from me Someone tried to key me G And I didn’t do nuthin’ to nobody I might have to grease Release some fools from their meek Existence Rap and go the distance Practicing weapons Most defenseless Get fenced in Soldier to win fold your ten spot up We like our product Shell shocked and strong buffed In the cut I did crazy stunts Things people couldn’t believe I shrugged it off Like nothing up my sleeve
It’s the flow Fatal transitioning of the toe up Death blow cut with slow ride Inside I collide with myself Mental stealth Release the hell I’m on bell duty All fruits I eat are sweet Ripe and in season Freezin’ in the Winter Call me master splinter I fin to get in here Steer clear of traps Fully auto Slaughter thought so I below the belt Welt from the strap Beaten blue and black Curve and that’s a fact Death blow and you swerve Keep under control Sold your soul All the Rolex I fold text the program is sex Told in the jam your best friend and Got one less friend Damn!
All is you fold head you told red X city bled A buck fifty Thrifty with the cuts nifty All slice be ice Frisbee Roll dice King me Hold twice The thing be Hinging on squeak Creak busted a freak Must it be bleak? I murder crews a piece Got the East wind blowing All knowing eye Sowing seed till you die Ganja seed Don’t even try I don’t deny getting high Wets the eye up From dry scuffed As mind flux Murder in the Klu Klux Klan Got the jam for the slam The program That sold fam A fat ass gram I love the Wild Wilderness Sneaks a headache in to make the mistake You red blood and at it again No way to make it break Fake and I’m shakin’ on the plate Fate skid the haters to latersville Jump on the scene until My cap kill I bust a lil’ fucker This motherfucker here isn’t queer Or anything Except my gun ring Yo I flow a thing like Country Music Singers Beginners get the wing dingers Off of lingers Chicken fingers All day R&B with Marvin Gaye My song play out the fades On radio waves Broken into chunks and lumps Serve a sucka somthin’ from the trunk A lyrical punk can’t dunk it My spunk hit the front bet Rollin’ Soldier told yah not to shoot off a shoulder I roll boulders away from my burial place So I could resurrect like Christ Fiend for it and in check On some ice I get respect when I grip the device
Another lightning verse Of the burst Pull up the hearse You cursed with thirst for drugs Machine Guns Plugs that sum up fronting You wanting to kill and ill It isn’t chill until You grab a machine gun Something still in the mind Relax rewind I serve dimes and nicks? Never that We weight on the plate With mad variety Herbal so don’t try to be An ace in this place Murder defaced you Laced your whole crew in the stew These raps like brew You swig it fidget and die Throw up a digit if you sly Don’t ask why I shy an eyelash blush makeup I rake for the fake to stuck it Later skater Don’t be a hater
It’s the electric thermos! Who burns with this? Light up the peaceful hippy herb Do not disturb Sex might be taking place Or arranging flowers in a vase Whatever your taste in life Gangsters gonna roll the dice on you Kill you whole crew sipping brew Be lewd and crude and spit in your food Live you the shoot shot gun talk jive You can see it the way they walk I don’t night stalk I light hawks up I need more drugs I love smoking buds But heavy toking thugs are rare So I keep it down to a bare minimum Be spittin’ a hippy verse When I saw I cursed the slay the works Back in the day I slayed First after the gun burst You could eat dirt I make combat work My shirt leather And I never forget the Psychedelic Weather
I just made a few switches in a cold dragon dance Later! I advanced. People have plans to practice I applaud all who saw the War To score you before The lore you in for Is the rip roar Dip more in the War when A soldier fold men All told it’s the end Of the distance Existence Extinct incense burning All rap crews are churning I get a herniated disc when I do the twist Light up my wrist a bit If you for real you seal up a Vet Rollin’ Techs Respect the Vets please I diseased topic Steez is hip hop trip The eye socket lift you locked it Got popped one in your noggin’ For stock bend the volume defend I send lyrics recommend Internal Chinese Martial Arts I pull apart a hard style MC From the Wu Tang I true hit up the thang And then kicked back and sang: I LOVE TO GET EXERCISE!
Everyone could use a few sheets of LSD Writing poetry Smoking trees No disease from fleas and skeez Right this reinstate reels of tape Make America Great Again The lesson expended profession Tended to end it there No major player Throwing their hands in the air Lighting up squares Truth or Dare! Does you dare come near? Tell the truth are you ruthless Do you bodybag and stock up some mag? Murder in the flag of the Union Red and White stripes consumin’ some Bruise you brung Flew a hung fool off his lung at school Smoking Ganja by the pool I chill Exchange for $100 bills I write until the night turns back into day Time slips Rhymes drip An illegal style compiled by the Mikey Neides Gets inclined to go hardcore with War Tore the arm off and now I score another harm darn stuff like charm inc. That’s I.N.C. We got a lot of rare disease to freeze No one needs to hear it but they can’t come near it
Cascading clashes of water freezing flashes Real Water off your rocker talk there training explaining My brain in the lane to sing I King I wing tip I defend ends recommend commencement of the practice I back this up with struck lead you deadhead I sped up the fled on the red fire truck Fiend a duck for a stuck pig Release all your hid grease smoke a lid of grass in one class Ask your local rapper to chapter sworn you get torn I was born in the fires of rage turn the page A great sage said anyone with a gun is coming from hell With the stung ring a bell and you sum
Gangsters roll up on you with the gat After rolling up they get rolled flat I serve a sack to a homie Of the Ganja smoke a bone be Prone to Psychedelic then Light up your head Keep smoking grass at last I found the ground to walk on You stalk on em on meth Creep through the treasure chest that blew All your crew slew fools Release tools on fools school is in session You best when you murdering I heard of thing different Internal Chinese Martial Arts First get your blood red Then instead of punching people in the face Like a disgrace Learn some real technique Speak the Master speak Run a geek off the planet I banned him with the limit of drugs for thugs to pull the plugs
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Edited by Solid Log (05/23/23 10:23 AM)
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Hollywood
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For our Veterans All steps you stay centered in The battle It takes a lot to ride the shotgun position on the stage coach A lot of people boast about killing But are they willing to die? Don’t even try to fly the friendly skies with enemies on the rise you cry Shake, freak, skate, bleep out the cuss words It’s absurd to think you could drink a drink and sink in the thing The wing takes practice Years of blood to match this Your attack hits the heart of the chart Veterans seen it Believe it Don’t you sweat a Vet With your death Letter to a friend recommend you do some contact fighting with your kid You think it’s exciting to fight? You get winded down tight I like a light within the insight I right a writer who take flight here I stop steer clear of the type to steer You into the battle begin I fully expect the difference is in the final rinse The discipline of the martial kin Brother and Sister to the end I’m proud to be American
All souls go to Heaven You think you better than the Hell you Dwell until Practice lights you up like a matchstick Shine bright like the Sun You got a gun! You #1 You have fun with the under the underdone You fools wax won? I don’t like to stung but become A service in practice to matchlessly Attack the speed is run? I one hundred percent spent On the to the cent penniless I ready since the deadly master snatch the life I busted twice Rolled the dice Got iced up To the slice cut it nice but I don’t like tricks Master this! You lack the crisp snap Fully loaded gats And blades down with hats and shades Soldiers throw hand grenades Made in the shade Till you laid out flat How you like that? Service fat cat to swerve this You get returned hits Burn you to bits You better quit and practice Your martial art To reach a max of the sickness You go the distance then
The salt licker 18 tenser your figure quicker picker upper Suffer tough War Enough score I got the drugs Born in plugs After that mugs serving herbal teas Disease for free cured legally Lured into Opium Den By floating creature men Martial Art historian To be born again Not the War and then! You score a friend Told you to spend a dime On a crime like Opium Why I’m Dying Stroking the clock tick tock time again Rhymes I recommend diamond plus Sort of an A+ grade to get made in the Water I’d rather caught a disease that weaken Than speak in dialogues leagues of legend commence The speed blend with ease tend to release All the cheese Bleed your wound soon to die Render the eye blind Mind in the prime find your crime was mine also All so in the War on Drugs Thugs pull the plugs On Opiates I soak in cold sweats
We don’t have any other herbs like Ganja We have a legal form of Psychedelic Ganja It makes you leak mucous into your intestine Why I ingested it then just a few times For a few rhymes You could smoke Ganja with few crimes Few chimes ring if the time is being Finding the Ganja for seeing the dollar sign On the Dollar Tree design for what’s mine I’m taking all the Ganja profits I rock it legal at an illegal price Kids will always roll the dice on lids for skids We love Ganja twice as much as any other herbalism Word to prison To go against Ganja you got some nerve with no vision Some overheard the plot to make the decision To smoke a lot of pot and release the shot through the hot heat that fits in In the jungle The Sativa I be free the Weed burn through each earning All the Ganja is concerning the people The sequel is the freak full of legendary tales of ails cured and purified Ganja never tried is a crime and I’m spreading Ganja rhyme Soldiers turn on a dime
A Yo! The homie Chris lights up the meth I lit up the meth Stay up all night and invent Martial Arts pulled apart from the core From the War before the core you soar High in the sky Twisted, Bent, Try To recently spent the eye up I line ducks in the row to blow away Chris does meth till he old and Gray Never met decay like Chris He smoked a little pot and sniffed mostly just meth Half to death these speed freaks spent each day of the week Serving bleak I busted bleeped the cuss words Some absurd type dysfunction What lunch meant to a kid Is like Breakfast and Dinner too, to Chris I serve a dish like meth For what’s left of the Death Trip I line ripped is a mind fixated on the later some made it Many died The eye multiple tenfold All raps bold fold in sold like Gold I got cold and hit up meth at night After a night flight I rolled up tight Within the bright Sun is the gun Just for fun it attracts kids like magnets Bag meant for the week is used in a few days All sun rays to blame for the flame Bang em! Burn em! Learn the death And then serve a step Back to your Ganja roots You lucky you got that Ganja I spent a lot of loot
Water blazes Earn straight As in everything Under the night wing it’s King of seeing Psychedelic being tied Although it’s hard to tried to compare But for me I like the airwaves I stay sprayed off layed off the job For Water offer I cough up a cut blurred vision You got to amplify The sample isn’t dry It’s Water wet To jet you need High Voltage bet You get ahold of it quick With one easy step You get the set met by a stretch of the message Water if you flex you haven’t seen enough Water A lot of shot heard at night People high on Water showing fright And impolite passed the class ass out I love a martial art route on Water I shot the Sherrfiff Sang Bob Marley A job for Water it’s involved I called your friend up to send up All murder heads up on the meth plucked A scored four times the place water ace I get the taste for Trip like Mushroom and a blip On radar take you so far out You haven’t been seeing before you scored
All Buddhists meditate on the drug overdose death A good Buddhist shoots up fentanyl And smokes meth You could a stretch of the mind they blind never They be seeing forever Reincarnated as Jimi Hendrix They do a lot of meth and reflex hit the Tech 9s They rewind and stop on a dime when the crime is a Vision The blind can’t see Sometimes a Buddhist drug addict dies The cries heard in the Ganja World Come unfurled I stirred up the pot so you could get shot by gangsters I has to to say thanks to the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha Without a shank I sank Philly Steak Cheese Sandwich My mind its rich with the insight That Buddha might bring in a thing called prison The being of Buddha stood and should serve as a model You get full throttled by the bottle of alcohol now All service allow for more Buddhists to powerfully Reverse the Earth condition and sow the seeds on a mission To enlighten every being
Bold heat No dice and you cold sweet Fold over twice and you old meat Told on the ice to go stroll in the street Holding what beat the house Marked Cards Soldiers with scars that Gold on hard I got the par in a jar To go further the far I sold all the holdings in stock To shock come up stop The enemy They never friendly I send a dope beat to what meet them All they molded in was the winning ticket I stick it in between their ribs When they pull the knife yo that’s just life I cold stab kids to compete with high bids Murder slid right through with your crew High again and pulled out the Glock 10 Popped it to shop trip up on this bullet All that thought is wrought with your girlfriend’s Shock when she dropped I hock up snot like time forgot In the high sky All soldiers realized they demise I despise a straight lace killer Cap filler $100 biller Wool then willer to chiller I sift it through the filter To go off kilter And milk you For all you been through You crew Yo!
We got the House of Flying Daggers Anywhere you step in You get hit unless you welcome We all lit on the substance To pull the plug in this We drugged up fists and weapons Edged and impact Still intact in fact The maximum Dope Cope with it Rolled you get sticked in the shit then We spin Fully loaded when we fold hits up You slid you get struck It’s all about a buck fifty Meth is the topic I shop switch To holler crisp Your wallet stuffed Called all Soul and you strut I got it in the gut To fuck shit up in the cut I’m telling you There’s no gelling crew Who slip in through the backdoor This is War You can’t escape the Daggers Before you stagger down the street Try to compete? You get beat Everyone Golden defeated Greeting with the blade All crews then get slayed Everyone’s day ruined To the tune you spoon The loom weaves All suckers get deceived Until they plucked towards that shit And bleeds
Ganja tokes broke out with the sticky icky No quickly sinking iced up meth feeling We healing Meth is limited I passed the limit and I want legalized Ganja Worldwide No inside hiding riding the Artificial Light mylar reflective I reflected like mylar on the Psilocybin Mushroom It’s a custom to crush kids too soon Everyone want a spoon of some dope I just want some good smoke Sativa Provoke thought to feel to You real grew grown up when you in it you had enough When your digits thrown up when you roll I control the soul I never fold up I hold truck rope around my neck Inspect Now, I fully auto with the pow Come powerful Down they go and toe up With this flow they suffer I don’t bluff I hit up the OZ of the shrooms be leaning in rooms to seed moneys I bleed bled wax the head Roe vs. Wade with the blade
I control people Seize the arm and take down to the ground I found a pound a penny I bent heat right now something sweet running the street Till the takedown around town I greet expert fighters with designer clothes All Rolls Royce The choice on points I smoke a joint I like bongs a lot I forgot about the martial art Just take them down and armlock until the cops come Don’t hurt anyone You got a gun? You want to shoot people? That’s rude and all evil You probably can’t even handle your weapon quick to step into confrontation Around the nation station plays Gangster Rap Bitch slap the kids Kids roll hidden in hoods called ghettos If you ain’t from the ghetto then score some smoke And smoke a homie out for realz yo! Everyone love that I tripped all the cats out at the meth house Roll up an ounce into joints and pass it around the party in the crowd Toe down they all went The meth chick told me joints is happening shit! No I don’t quit I light up spliff meditate and set it straight My rap always hits like Mike Tyson on DMT Set them free
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Edited by Solid Log (05/26/23 09:29 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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What doesn’t does what wasn’t even your friend Still intend I bended the street Competing with kids who gangbang Still they hang on corners looking for some work in the crew I represent Gangland grew Hang ten on the surfboard I scored all gangsters up tored I floored the gas so I could roll past You get the shaft of the weapon placed in your hands to Veteran Pressed into combat yo I’m back at the crib training civilian weaponry Still I know how to kill but I don’t ill in my squad Always on the job to pull it out the fog Your mind is in Try some rhyme to begin Rewind the tape You busted hate crime then Against a black man Cops shot him again I folded fam up I ran stuffed in the cut with the wallet fat Rollin’ cats with gats strapped folded maps up The trap shut It’s in the cut Psychedelic Never fronting like what? You want something
The herbalist Wax verbalist On microphone MC Total twist up the reefer plus your teacher blown I have so many herbs to flavor with grown Tight lid on the jar I unscrew to do some who want some? Even my student brung the lesson Stay fresh in the cut And jam it just as fat cut relax strut The peaceful equal to the reach through as keep pulling Wool in this we rap murder twist Everyone hits up the drugs They do anything for it they love Like hand in glove it surrounds the thug Everyone’s head dubbed Further strunged out I got a route to take no fake no mistake All the herbs I ate and drank Thank You Your tank crew engaged in battle All fluid in the rattle hum of the weapon They steppin’ from the maximum fully run the full heat War is so sweet for kids who play War Tore them off and boss around the green moss I use that moss as medicine I’m familiar with the tonic properties it got see I optimum brung a sack to heal All I feel is the seal on the stew For the reaper in the brew who do the voodoo
Old through Gold rope Crack Cocaine smoke Dangerous but busted I rusted back Mastered of the mustard and ketchup You flex but you wrecks cut I stab sets mumble the from crew humble drew The lung off and flew All shoot this like a nudist as rule and true they all bare Care to stare? I come shining like the glare In dragon’s lair I’m a player I say hey there! Are you a square still? Kill for hundred dollar billfold Glasses gold in the rolled Crack Sold a sack to max Flap the wings and scratch The gats need gas plus the class passed Feel the wrath Of the stretched Fully auto stencil caught flow A bit of Platinum glow You get flattened toe to toe Wrap you up with a bow Resume control all I hold is the mold Realize all I strolled through was the garden grove Have Mercy on the soul Water patrol just sold the untold facts And off of that let’s all max and relax I light up black Ganja tracks And spin wax Disease lacks the shredded cheese flavor Savor the major flavor taster hasty blurred baked some oven straight edge On someone
I catch a rugged rap Fisherman hat with the fat LSD tab High Power from the lab that grab land to sag sand on command I rock this jam I am what I propose to be All service crews heed warning P You ain’t born again until you drop Acid and rapping Hazardous cuts but strut the Philly Blunt cut in the mellow All crews hello From the jello mold I cold struck off the funk to trunk of jewels pack tools on mushroom blues Got new shoes Rap crews get twos deuces All sleuth sits on the roof crisp with the cement invention Sent in to the stench when The sewer is pure Fewer and fewer people reach it as the mushroom unseats it I bleep hits out All reach around to the ground downtown Light up a frown into a smile I wild glide the hide off of stride Max mics Duck the track twice struck Hit the high up to line the cut with bleach Each is each Beach sand all Platinum to the rap maximum Sack that you stung offa was Ganja Calm with the on yah strong gun what’s one? I tongue of the slung strap in fact So don’t run raps back till you jack the trap and stack Max intact with flack flying there’s no denying it I don’t hafta try and spit
Smoking joints all lit up Royal Blue hold that thought Rip got snot out the nose You can’t flows if you ain’t Wu Tang slows The close door came into the picture Never sippin’ liquor we light up spliff here Don’t smoke? Eat an edible and float Release the hope that one day everyone will chill all Gray in martial Full of art full of the part full smart wool We got it Flip all your logic Your shit is problematic So I’ve have it up to here I steer clear yo
We’ve got a most ferocious Dragon/Tiger interaction from Shaolin for you It’s the score dude You hit it up Slip stuff underneath the rug To pull out from under I fold a slumber party All the chicks went lesbian and shotgun the spread Murder heads up I still in Chuck Taylors I don’t do any favors I feel like slave labor I got my skill and ill Chill at Shaolin You be crowned then
Crack an MC off I rip raw Guzzle don’t sip saw a firearm Fully loaded emptied out and exploding bombs All the calm stay in the yarn spun Fully done One run up gun up till they numb What have we become? You can’t even sum the credit edit out loud shouts in the crowd Service to work this down now Is you down? Light up all around I could get it to town I love Shaolin I study then Muddy the waters with a ten sack Meth in the countryside is widespread Murder in the head Fed to bled service to the furthest reaches Unseat this Fed Get the head out I run a red no doubt First to crisp up this sick stuff I lift the bluff was enough Kill that shit and crush still it suffer until they tougher Brother said word up with no shirt in the cut Now that’s what’s up Wu Tang
They swerve on your set till metal rusted That’s trusted You bust shit like lead I head out All around the village you can sample the spot Everyone gets shot until they never forgot how loud the gun sound Still the murder underground Gangs with the thangs Run up and gun up You don’t’ even know what’s up I thump a bass drum All feel the hum of the drummer Blunder your words they all swords Core of this to the floor I hit the gas In the past you could crash a party Dart all full of heart for the charts Murder is an art Meth heads seem fully content With their bent soldier intend to fled the scene Murderers are green My team saw they fiends for green Ganja Plus meth heads lean on it to bomb yah All this and I gleam please stay calm with your clean beam you cause drama You try to murder me and you see fast that I chill and smoke grass Pass that joint and I anoint
We market it to fully park in shit Your squad tripped now you tripped forever Clever to lay down guns around Astound later with the pounds skater Everyone a hater on my party pad Ganja herb fab I crab a dab off of soft I got enough OG pot to spot the caught shark in the mark after dark with the arc Light still they frighten Psilocybin tighten you right up Murderers strut I know a bunch in the cut Get that grass and cut the past out I blasted the route out for you To score dude Your attitude is to move Still show and prove We soothe groove and fuel up Suited for the big trucks That run over with the stunts Murder over easy just Gs be in the team see I lean breezy sneeze be to rip apart Mold metal to settle the threat you spread fully Gully washed out with the soft fist route No doubt I scream and shout at MCs Who breeze and diseased with no trees trips Herbals they learned you in that stew
Now I don’t want to be a drug predator I just want to settle score When I was young a DOM head always got pissed at my ass While I was hooking up grass I hadn’t tripped yet I was the terrorist threat WIth inject I checked Serviced respect to all the old heads Musicians playing blues Now I play the blues and in the news I’m not the best Drug Agent in the World But I can hold it down for the Earl Gray Tea to spray Sun come out another day Every sun ray is treasured I measured out as feather light Insight Buddhist I like to twist up the who did this cut? See! I’m a drug predator G I want to see everyone free of the shackles Grow old with drugs tackled in the fold It’s tough to hook up I hooked up and Wu Tang is all in the cut
A Coca monster thumpster I in the dumpster bumped the shit out my ass The Cocaine Yes in the lane everyone like it raining Try to fit in you then menace on the block On the block I stalk on meth But I need the Coca then it’s no sweat to smoke up money Nothing’s funny with the gun heat Gun sweet gets greeted with seize lead the trees medical I edited pulled up on the Coca Monster like Blanka I stomp you out? Never that I flow too clever with the craft in fact Man there are so many drugs We got a drug War This place is violence to the core Everyone snored on the track went fully black out With my sack out I roll it up and wrap around I seen astounding shit in my clip fully loaded to the hip I got a grip of flip Right now I’m a sight down on the crown to take it to the small town I all around known as blowin’ the set No threat I met the stretcher the ambulance made me fresher I sector 8 skate the lecture to date is hate Still crews inflate on Cocaine great
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Edited by Solid Log (05/28/23 02:20 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Ill the chalk mark screech rap test flex through checks in Mexico baggage We want to smuggle in Tons of Sativa I freeze in lead roles I pay heed the toll cost to flea size demise On the rise is drug crimes everywhere Poverty tear apart cities Sittin’ pretty all lit be the rich It’s a cinch to serve a step last breath kept slept on Hit a bong hit flow shit that’s dope soap slippery Fit you be in the written plural I like multicultural World all swirled I’m from Hollywood A melting pot all the peoples we got You could get shot over an ounce of pot in a street deal You learn the streets for real Pack apart from the stack the art of murder I learned to further my self defense so tense Crews ease up on the fence When disease shows all clean clothes flows I shone shine in the mind there’s still time to change Strange deranged flavor with the crave Don’t salivate Eat up the food on your plate politely Or homie might light you up G
I don’t mean to hype bleeding receding chains all like this explains Guns and knives came with the tools in the frame fools all the same Murder entertains the lane they blood stain let me explain further All serve your curdle blood Show up at the club and get snubbed Rubbed out Search light found the crowd up in the sky flying high I’d rather die than murder I don’t want to hurt anyone with this gun I worked on for 30 years Let’s have a beer or some veggie juice to get footloose I deuce a scoop up the coop but I true as tucked I fucked it up I know All I do is blow stacks of cream rap like it seem to strike rich oil gusher Fully suffer the consequence murder whence blend into stench of the sewer Gutter all flew your flutter while you mutter death under your breath I blow out half step crept on Ganja slept kids Who just now smoking lids And good for them Be better than the sweater than the camera to up close snap scopes The hope is for folks to cling to the rope of rescue All Ganja lights up and bless you And it’s about time
Wet bags of oil All Royalties paid Extra rhyme blade and hand grenade dropped Popped some kids who try skid mark on a bitch at the park I fully barked at them they got scattered to atoms With my gat son It’s how the gun rung that was so much fun for me I run G up the lead school Bleed in the pool to pack a tool I got it I’m cool I rule raps perhaps I seed up sacks of wet Murder in debt clapped the gun and left to collect the check Earn respect Respect due with a clue I murder who? The fool is flew I two times hit land mines and almost died I dropped sly hid the sky in my eyeball Release rise tall as fall of all All the scrawl on wall is called graffiti A cool name to the beat be I be hitting up billboards The heavens and still tour for a mil or more I might have to score with this chick She ripe as a hick at the dentist Ventriloquist wrote this shit Drop the soap and slipped Dipped into the Coca now I soak a crew with blood in the soaker All toke your herb and swerve correct until you don’t get cold checked
We drill oil wells Dwell in fact we too intelligent We don’t worry about money You in a hurry with some gun heat You popped so sweet in your stock Rock a sheet of LSD I like a cream joint on point with Water Taught your all your bank roll caught yours Up on the rap cure this to fewer fists Than dissed tricks in the mix I don’t mix with six the number there times twist Bullshit you fully stepped in to begin It’s a murder it’s a sin to squeeze it like juice and gin You can’t win No way in or out I caught a route Murder is about to crept in the route you on Learn to flow long In the Wu song we make expert fighters Artists rhyme writers too polite to excite the fluid type My mic light I swipe a hard guard on psychic scarred Murder Yard on meth and that’s to death
I fin to hit up a mega Sun Fasting lasting till I rung Platinum and ingested the eighth of Azurescens To skate checks in the flex sung the song all along I wrong too strong And hit the dawn daylight you stay frightened I lightened it up for the stuck Struck with blade in the shade rap rhymes made in the grade stayed gray I like a Sun Ray any day I don’t play in the way unless I spraying no delay Gun play in the grade murder maximum till you blood stained Get a dark shade all this trademark still in the dark in park I got an arc to save life I might wipe out the type with clout to strike Military might hype up on pipe smoke with every kind of toke I broken in Smokin’ so much I chose a friend to end this recommend this Don’t spend this all in one place with pace I tell my Ace natural flavors All neighbor’s behaviors is a major deal on the wheels of life turning type I got a ripe one so I murder with the gun you know where it come from I smoked a ton of herb and shroomed hit some years sober then hit the tomb In the womb I spoke words fluid to the 33rd degree you can’t murder me I’m hard to kill Type and ice chill roll dice until cable splice with the trizz mil
Black Eyed Susan often cruising in the Gangster room then Fool men easy trees blaze all Sun Rays for days light up the ways In the maze I stay crazy hazy often phase 3 stage aging gracefully Fully on it dog gone it I strong hit flip the topic stock it with the rocket blast Take off fast murder cash in the ash with the mustache and beard seared All raps cleared to go to flow with toe ring show to sing bring the candy dream Murder it seem to beam at you how’s that crew they laugh at you Drew your sap until you turn blue and die from the overdose Of heroin you came close I dare you to spend a day on the Psychedelic crazed Hyped the relic melt into fists intelligent twist Mike fist up to strike fit type As Snip snipers off hold in the cost of the boss you toss don’t need one to easy six gun sun I bring a bell to rung in hell still I smoke Ls I dwells in a fabricated home full nelson Applied cut and dry why you got murder in the eye? Doesn’t it make you cry? I shot a high bid raps rhyme slid right through. Onto legs still I peg leg With the powder keg on it’s last leg to beg Prego
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Old mate firebender
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Roses are red Violets are dead Edge Allen poe is dead Everything is dead
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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A sick soldier applied violence I told you radio silence I file in line still in wine I dime piece find deceased soldiers too All the crew can’t stand you We’d eliminate you with a gravestone too if you phone all the prone I like it known that what’s shown smoke a bone to I roam through the wasteland called cityscape and the way it brand labeled Stay stable stand I rock a major league methamphetamine step Relax it crept stepped into death What’s left? I don’t know which way the wind blow I’m feeling it though Stealing the show All reeling from the flow just to toe up I grow stuff I gone hold rough custom to scuff them up then I don’t like to fight but rhyme’s gotta be tight so I on sight kill Murder at will before the light bill comes I sums up the culture Gangster a vulture on hawk word as they mock you absurd Someone to talk to is got to grew on the flew flown sewn song Hit a bong rip or something I stun wing I got a lot to sing the drum beat Eat up crews too sweet they need to meet death soldier then slept easy
If I had a big sack of Cocaine I’d blow my brains out no doubt I tried it can’t deny it hit loaded the head trip Can’t sit still people kill for less Suggest the flex murder steps into checks Best you rep set I text then To flex when they send it I can’t recommend it it’s dangerous as hell Ring a bell slight I rap right up to the top Still clocked selling stock in swelling up Murder tucked in this Psychedelic substance I love trips Murder mix in the fix with slips up I written harder I just farther out to shout out loud Drugs are the noun to sound crazy Kick back days be coming For the drumming everyone running who evil Raps and relegate the make Everyone skate get a date on the plate Weight costs a lot Don’t sound shocked if your friend died And tried cocaine slide Into heaven 7-11 sells it in hell twitch Master the mix for six run up to stun I got the gun so I hum a tune About the fuel Dragon staggering on the flag again Raise the flag and then Retire on fire with the smile I admire valor And low calorie fly the wingtip medication sensation call Cocaine brains
I’m so Glocked out I rock a rock route the shock Felt the way I stays laid back I chill a Chronic Couple Big Sacks of Ganja Product I’ve been reduced to a speed freak A busted geek who reek of the meth bleed on command Service to the land I branded I standed stood the hit wood grip on weapons I Techs in the best spin to lean it to gleaming seeming the team and the rest Service till you flex Heard of Death? Word and that’s burned till you smoke the meth I suggest the crept up creep Murder in your sleep Each day of the week I feel overly Glocked Stocked with shreds of cheese On my hot dog I rip rock through the fog and smog Of Los Angeles We got it brand to spliff now I just need to find me one How the Ganja run You don’t need to sell me on how it rung
Everyone wants to join the gang Of drug crews On the corners? No way in the Mansion they display advanced Gangsterism Never goin’ to prison They pay the cops off and just listen The Politicians too Everyone caught in the stew of the brew of drugs Chill burning 38 slugs Everyone’s mugs shots forgot The FBI rot on the case What takes place is CIA selling laced Product the lock shut To the top strut The Military sell them weapons scary To rep in this you get buried I’m married to the game In flame I became a One Soldier Name for myself I rack up wealth stealth I bell and gel on the street I don’t compete with crews Or get involved in their blues See mom! I got on the Nike Shoes!
Everyone need to get buried in a sea of Ganja Trees They cultivate get weight Save a eight ball of the shrooms for later skater A lot of crews hater Cause I hooked up the real shrooms I say I’m major I got a pager with Platinum flavor I roll a day dreamer I cream your seem to score the War torn I born to scorn in the morning till midnight That’s when I take flight within insight My Mexican to the X again they grow Sativa And I want to be a Sativa head you see I throw away the Indicas and Crosses All the bosses losses I floss trip the sausage sip the sauce up Flip crews with the tunes that drip like the Crips and Bloods Bloody one day the gun play gonna catch up with you say hey! I just Mayday warn the sea spray on the North Shore of Hawaii I try to be Tropical all the posse be stoppin’ me I lock lots of G up I shotgun with the rot Sun I under thumb of slum They murder a ton of guns from the slums For a burner a wax on the kind nugs Before they serve you heard of the plugs? All thugs got one slugs in the hot ones The surgeon operate you get dated You crew is fated to get lated I made it big and now I swig on the Grape Vine The Purest Vision never doin’ State Time
We don’t dab the BHO All crab reach slow for the gun to murder one you get some dun I run a crab up to the map fuck the stab in the gut I’m a mutt breed of Royal seed All I need is for you to bleed blood Serve a thug on purpose you get worked it’s The jerk since the first trip I took on Shrooms I’m fatally consumed by other trips to slip up Tried LSD and been stuck in the cut I need the Cactus To match this takes practice You get back hand fisted to listed pimp shit Sift sands land command the brand raised played stays in demand Sun Rays I scan the land for ways to rake in the man’s stance glance I got a fan I ran up to the nanobot get shot at damn! The rock rat on the stock crap stand I knot in the stack murder match and The satchel with the drugs acted pulled off the shrugs the shoulder Bolder take hugs for the Gold I sold yah Told yah
Wallets shut Call it crew’s cut In the butt Murder tough in the stuffin’ Nothin’ Sufferin’ Just in to begin such as the wind break Fake you Laker Take your’s off and rape her No mistaker I break breaker Hate a major player Player hater State your name Flamer I became her Don’t blame her I just fade burn the shades you learned Tina Turner Churner upper In the cut your supper Warm Scorn torn off Born soft and coughed up blood Mud rub a thug Love the love as a dove Peace release the grease Beast got his teeth cut All of it slut I stuck Crips up Gangbang and hang with the flame of torture That’s mortuary Sort your scary wares out No doubt I shot it shout proud and sound town to the ground laying bombs down
Smoke the Ganja all up The solvent For revolving in the cut Shaolin gets nothing If the something is like Heroin or something The gun ring nice a ring a bell twice Take my advice and shove it down your windpipe Don’t smoke Ice Smoke the Kind Nugs Outdoor Organic Thugs don’t panic When plugs panic attack they get slugged Kicked out the class and thrown on their ass We serve major grass head The Feds top on said cement I’m bent I didn’t invent the Ganja game believe me It takes a big flame of the same weed to seed money People think it’s funny? I pack so much heat my gun is sweet Gun is Meth talk All that Hawk chalk up the scratch marks On attack the sharks try to bark They get nothing Fronting on the one thing that come King Me freezing sneezing at passes easing into stashes I got the eyeglasses that Fast it’s classic Sapping the strength Gank the length of the bid to skid I need to score another lid And do it big WIth the weapons and empty hands That’s the plan
Rap sultry soldier must be a roller like thunder Rolling under the golden aura A soldier tore yours off Roll at the stop to stop it I rip rock thick the topic To top it I mock it if it’s bitch I cold clock it stitch up the Wound Rappers too soon to chapter doom on some Wu get spun for fun a soldier stun someone in shock Murder up the block with a Glock 10 All rock and spread the top the head cut off Murder soft in the box still it stocks lead rounds Found the sound coming from underground With the pounds of herb I need that shit I don’t want to murder hit the kids who flip Get a lid on grip strong Smoke a bong A sure wrong thing to do is murder crew Soldier happen to you colder The cold shoulder come up fold your Told your roll off the stop to chalk it up As rock cut happens but I strapped in the shut out Run a gun down to happen astound the crowd out loud I’m around on my crown I got I shop around and tip top All stocked with the pounds of pot The topic
Me and the homies all seated in the bleachers Smoking bones the furthest reaches of the Galaxy Don’t challenge the homies We stoned and prone to decease bitches We don’t wanna hit the kill switches What is this? Game? Murder all the same? What aim you got rolling up on potheads with locked dreads Servin’ edit I give credit to the Ganja heads to the bomber The wanderer further supercharged 2 car garage Back at the pad Suckas servin’ up stabs and cuts Bitches shakin’ that ass I cut class to score grass and passed the joint Always on point the homies slack but I slack for them I wasn’t born a warrior and the story they tell is hell So I torn real slow All the homies in it and you know All how that close up shop training nonstop A lot of the homies been shot and shit We rock this and stop at no crisp clothing The clockwork makes the head jerk and we rolling All topic wrecks work on some Techs and AKs A lot of the homies is Gray Aliens
It only gets colder Born you’re sworn to duty in the morgue Hittin’ up short pork ribs Busting kids and hurting fits the work in the crib I got some shit I itch to stitch up Cold brain drip cause What it was like I’m white and so in tight with blacks it’s facts I share an experience like the ghetto I can’t let go I said so my head glow in the meadow where the grass grow Head to toe up I roll straight with weight on my plate It’s the fate of straight arrows To get left in the dust watch the sparrow Bird you heard chirp I got it in curved On Ganja swerved the bomb you’re unnerved I got it hot for the sought after I’m a Master of Martial Arts Many styles profiles I’m soul child Smokin’ reefer cultivated I just smile The teacher Gold while kids profiled dead in the spread
I got these tracks Sacks led to the acts of bleeding bloody On the money is tacks I max quacks off the lack to jet black Rolled rap Further it’s fact that knacks for wax is the light lax I got the stacks of Ganja and Meth I bomb yah We don’t smoke cess We stay calm yah Haven’t passed drug class with the action packed Man it ain’t perhaps it’s 100% my entrance pops the question mark stops I drop the stash on some ash on the ground further around I got pounds and pounds I sound like I hype cause I am Murder in the jam off the chemical command I’m glad I did Meth I get respect from the Vets for my knowledge of death and I crept up creep In my sleep I count sheep Murder and it’s Bleep Cuss words your peeps can’t peep this Rock I redid the top six on the playlist My rain missed I got shrooms high dose come close to comatose Over and over I cold shoulder the grower of the torch on the porch I got mold growing All knowing and seeing I tree the G in the cement fleeing
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Puffin’ La collect Royalties I’m about to spoil these kids with bids that exfoliates skins Been with the ten I’m about to hook up La then Puff nonstop up the block servin’ jock You just get chalked up I rock cut Smoke the pot but I stopped the heart to dart up the chart with some heart And soul It’s rock and roll under thunder laid down Sprayed round the way round I’m underground with the sound And still star bound From Los Angeles Home of the gangland massacre your ass’ll get torn Before you was born you was in to begin Servin’ swervin’ down the lane with your brains lit Blood stains shit Don’t say blood too loud A lot of homies is down for the Crip side I busted wide Us On the side fools is the coolest They school by the pool with the full fist of cash On the dash I take your pot stash and flash it to the last bitch to duck I murder pluck a sucka off I’m the boss I costed a lot and law struck the shot off I toss pot up and herbalize All further cries of dope is a word to the wise
My cousin Valentine Took me to an NA Meeting It was live This guy talked about Meth and strived to be the best They robbed gas stations to get Meth I’m on vacations My cousin wasn’t straight He scored weight stealing cars Now how far is that gat I got to get it To sweat fools who edit I deck stick it up for credit My Mex is X on the head shot Smoking pot My cousin died of a heroin overdose with the needle I listen to Beatles records The Latinos score mean carnage and gore with the C notes I lean coats of paint like a saint I gleam glow Took the mushroom hit the floor Be ground all around That’s how we get down Hit the 5 alarm bell and gel still it swell I’ve been through hell and my records sell I command well to dwell in the element I’m too intelligent to sell for rent As a slave behave with one foot in the grave I serve all straight As in school And still act a fool
A lot of rappers made money Switched the switch up And now they got nuthin’ They whack with the stuff in the sack Buck back at crews who fuel up never stuck I truck a rope around with the Gold Sound I gotta lounge in the cut I murder what? I further than slut you heard uh I got a curve ball to pitch stitched up wall to wall At the hospital for knife wounds All late it too soon Grab a spoon and cook dope to shoot Oh you so cute in the coffin with your suit often Times realize the eyes of the World is Wise The Globe turned A sucka burned and learned I’m a fucking killer I chill thriller $100 Biller MC iller than me must be G I got a degree in ill and still park for free Until I got jacked for my handicapped sticker My life flicker before the eyes I despise a hard drug knives in the lives at risk Stabbing up tricks who push drugs on kids It’s just how life is
I wanna be a big bird who pipes absurd Platinum get the gat and then End this instantaneous I flame up adjust the heat to bust to the beat Each kid eaten soak his seat in the fleet then Speaken spoken to loc just drew the firearm I’m in it to farm Ganja I bomb on the calm clean vibe I got I got rocked a lot I sop up blood in the mud come with cuts Service shuts down around 10 pm The spread red in the head to get your digits out Run the route and shout If you ain’t a killer that’s what it’s all about I tried out to be a cheerleader Gold undercover beater With the two seater I got a meat before I reach galore So sweet is in store I could tell War to stop Bitches clock the sip stocking the riches Glocking eating dishes of spread Edit the feds and medicate Set it straight so great People hate a Gangster like me A real G My homeboy Flea was known as V My cousin when he died I died inside a little I hit the riddle and fiddle back the griddle stacks Relax and pay your tax before I ask you mean I gotta come clean I’m an Alien not a human being
You need the Dragon seed Plus some Dragon Weed To plug feed into Dragon lead Dragon’s bleed from their tongue they speak Dragon weak the Dragon the flag in it to reek of Ganja I like some bomb Coca To explode into the scene on Dragon lean Dragon green grass always appreciated last time a Dragon danced I got more than a chance I’m guaranteed victory to stick with me you got to be lit see Or have a serious history of Lighting Dragon Fighting I’m writing down Dragon exciting I bite thing my wing is a sight to ring on the hinge Dragon cringe at the sight of a creeping Bleeping out cussword freaking plus heard The turn in this Dragon burn off easiest A Dragon needs some shit to blip on radar Dragon plays at par to stay hard and far ahead Dragon master in the spread of the lay law down Dragon wears the crown And that’s law down Down by law I found All around town Suckas hit the ground
A stick Train your stick Elevate consciousness on some bomb Weed I suggest With stick you could rest easy Ain’t no blade Blood bloody bleeding receding into gray in the shade Playing fade out A stick route is a peaceful way To say hey! I love you so much I play stick to release a grip of stick lick in the trip A stick exercise the mind For the blind to find the way Daily stick practice you can’t match this An expert makes your head jerk when you get shot So pull up on some pot and release hot guns I shot someone for fun once with a blade grade I like a stick to stay in made ready Eddie the current You could Murder fit with a stick Make straight M or you could control lock hit the spot I don’t need to shop around I found the pound drop clicked All the sound you heard was whirring of the stick flurry in the mix A bag of tricks
Water bit the farm off the yarn that’s charmed in Harmed men with your battle stance at a glance MCs don’t stand a chance against trip clip with Water sip I like it to type tip up the ripe rip on mics dip down sigh a breath of relief Water chief in the beef with the teeth you eat with Release trip but you gotta wait I set a date for Water in the hate for the offer that’s fate in your coffer So it’s properly done with a gun you could awkward on it blurred like a shotgun You rot from the hop one of the top Sun the threat stops guns and death Left a back seat feature that eat your teacher up speaker suffer cut and reach out but A seat stout release the crowd to each their pound of flesh best with the extra fresh I get it to the chest suggest some medicine to let you in it’s splendid All head hit the wall and solved involved enthralled with ball did the tall skid All wallet hit up to stall it fit in the Shaolin let’s begin
I drop a steel verse Make you real worse The worst thirst my lungs hurt from the Ganja lackage I got the package way back in the days Through the hype craze To get brains In the left lane Is where I passed that ass Hard to explain I refrain on cats Gel arm and then I exclaim Where’s the claim? With all the pain what kind of mainframe you gray in dat? I lay in to dig in with the chicken stickin’ up cat With quickness get the buck All ill as luck Most get stuck I fin to pluck a ho in control with hat down low Suck my toe and roll me like BJJ Hold me after it’s over if you’re lonely I seek touch plus the bum rush so please stay Get it hush as such I smoke some dust and blush I service enough to hurt this No handcuffs All the homies got buffed and now they stuck Blades in so what’s up? I’m in the rut to go nut up the cunt I left to front on all the punt The ball Wall to wall call and all I sprawl Lightning is all I throw Around to the toe down the flow it sound dope
When I smell the meth smoke I yell! Quit blowing your hits out of your vent fan asshole! Don’t smoke meth! I twist up a gram in a J and smoke it through a coke can I twist up and my wrist cut to roll Until the Sun come up next morning I’m touring through the War and drew An oxymoron All I calm I bomb on high out my eye I could die any second I don’t flex in I just check been up to doin’ it screw in the who in the hell? Bell like that it must be fat cat sold crack I max to a maximum drum beat the sweet gone out complete All I teach I’m a beast unleashed I gold crease to the East Side I release ride into the inside of my mind behind me is the sign I see I don’t like this G Why the hell am I smoking meth? I could cold breath on Ganja Have a mellow roll And my fellowship stroll through the morn, evening, or midnight Any time I take flight I light up I might tuck the pipe in my ice strut I like Flowers I cut shower some oil on papers Take it to the neighbors and roll in tobacco Get the heady flow of Ganja Resin Gold I patrolled the meth pad in this And I’ve been a head ever since I need a final rinse on some Ganja leave prints It’s self defense To invent the invention is unmentionable until you blow Poetry and I sold my soul to control computer in the root ya’ll scoot scrawl on wall Graffiti and then it’s a brawl all I crawl on the long fence intense
I don’t trust a one toke weed cat to read stats You need max That’s maximum in the lungs rap you spun after the hang Golden rang to coldest slang to hold this thang I sold you brang Some old folks hold broke it’s the told you thank you for pot smoking Ganja toking broke in to stoking flame Murder is insane to further the lane On brain they get some to stab a lung strum a guitar slung I further hum the tune All will in the spoon real soon How herb you smoke will and it’s broke Toke a fill and you cope until I soak All uphill battle a soldier malleable To straddle cut and will he had all the she free the cattle A soldier rattle I like a matter of fact in the fat you’ll pull a gat And that’s intolerable I’m to advanced in martial arts and that’s by chance a glance and you full I stance recede into plants potted stop that shit rock that hit you got it Shoot shot it man it’s a lot of topic to scram Fully loaded and they got it rang
I’m a hard ass Feel like I just blasted off the map skid and that’s light talk All stalk a Soul Child will and stay wild hooking up buds Murder thugs in the plugs with blood Cut the mud scrub dub a head spread cuts throughout instead Medical to set you full Head you pull a lot of hits It’s too expensive for kids To light up All dice rolled hype strolled through the golden rays of Sun Will it wax fun murder none I don’t pull a gun I just kick it come with the wicked hum A Meth hookup got everyone shook up I look up in the phonebook speed freaks to beach sand hold up I don’t want to soldier on a told you so bro You cold you roll folded Held up to the light it’s insight and win it’s right to practice Match this with the latch lifted sack that sifted resin In Heaven we all tend to fed the mega the Vega the stank herb to flame word
Sweet Water Be caught yah on vacation in Jamaica I rake up on LSD heads and it’s at stake but I red Blood hold up cuts you get shut out you I run down the sound of tons of crops pot nonstop I clock shock the shroom Rock in some room to spoon that kief Pass it over here in brief Water is such a relief I like the Ps I squeeze the trigger bigger figure that Trigger happy cats get the strap lifted Raps sifted to gifted stick this in your wicked kickin’ it Shit it’s rough to tough to scuff it up I rip it raw all soul style on The dawn I like it mow a lawn collect trichomes I prone to stone and eye strong to the hype long I right wrongs and hit the bong for I calm Eye of the storm I hit up the OZ the mushrooms freeze keys The bust who in the world else is stealth I gel I fell fallen off the wall and I crawl to kin Murder within it’s a service to sin I work this From within with purpose It hurt just to bust and curb a high strung Lungs busted trusted that My Waters intact and I spin raps twin gats? No we don’t pack in my sack I roll a phat joint up
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I knock em out on dust PCP plus the Cocaine Rush I service hush money payments My lane meant I aim to crept up and struck to death A murder pluck episode before they explode and kill
A basic motivation of the station turned I’m a bird I hit up a butterfly I relax now and high in the sky Type facts allow the strikes to come From the Sun I made a martial weapon Still too soon to step in and left end The service commendable to expendable soldiers All hold force called Chi It’s the type rich Might twitch Drop a gun Roll on from the hung hang the slang that in the lane of brain Kept cream Fold in human being into the mixture You have a fixture of Buddhism All true I see visions when I practice the black steps of Dragon and Crane I explained this to the folks I spoke with to trip I dip a double sword to award for the points scored I more than lit I’m torn through trick is the venom Too many people seek to release venom into the enemy Be friendly if you can
I’m tired of eating Drank a pot of coffee Have a seat then Repeat the stem Of Wisdom I sit in the system In prison To listen to a fool Dribble Drool Uncool Strike his knife out at school Relax by the pool Roll a Wu Tang His student rang and stang I hype his gang And what remain of his Army All harm in the way I’m charmed to be in Wisdom And darn if I heat up I’m heat struck People pass the buck and suck at hand to hand combat I brought the bomb back for Swamp Rap Service stat and never pull the gat And it’s like that I’m on strike until I Platinum Cap Mike breaks back And gets the hat back
I made a long distance phone call All bone rolled up in a ball the 8 hour scrawl on the wall For the long haul and murder was all a brawl Curve hurts to work gnaw on lettuce and veggies when I flex these I rep Gs For the crew that step keys of spoon feed With no greed I used methamphetamine Bust a lean on someone clean from the triple beam I dream of a fiend serving Ganja seem like drama Your mama hates you if you don’t have the smoke That dates through the ages as trusted by sages Plus it’s not dangerous You can relate or you can rust I adjusted the wings on the flight things My hype rings I tight with the stings And polite to human beings Boy! You screw one up and you avoid Meth for the rest of your life!
I bust my nine herb Golden Bell Formula Always on the journey to earn these skeleton keys At the same time I’m a drug testing lab that float the nine On rewind I got Diamond Plaque Stack the back is fat I rack up gats busted I busted your gat You act strapped so I trusted the match to light All fights ignite in sight I relapse I fully adapt to new formula Been born to a hug drug I got the plug pulled when the wool scrub had it’s love on me I dusted a ski even Hit up the re-cement the invention I ascension on spiral staircase to Heaven 7-11 I jet and aim I flame up words with swords Towards these rap chords like lords being rulers Your little tool yours flew four is the noon hour of power I have the noun to the subject and predicate I bomb the set All calm through the threat Yep. No drug can plug you gotta earn it I burned the Ganja ripped to start Art.
I bought untaxed Ganja Murder marathon to charm all the harm farmed blur I hard to stir up Always curved bent I rented out a space to Ace in I place in the number one spot again Murder was my best friend Then I send The rub to glove In the hub spokes the wheel feel the road All I deal is the knowledge I a college of pharmacy I darned if I get keyed Harmed the worst breed of seed to the teeth with reefer My either or seat your score I feed four figure leg lock stock With five plates and no Glock to taste Everyone about faces when they chase this My mace exits the leg stuck in truck Everyone stuck now How about a round of applause for the dirty claws In this I invent this I bent with the twist And real rich to the dish that’s friendship I gentleman spit the bench mark standard All bland word heard until you chirp the bird
Rarely a dawn see all night fighter Rhymer Till the biter gone Lighter the feather on the scale Prevail A lot of cats failed I stale to rail off I bail soft from the jail Coughed on some herb Busted word up I trusted that And soldier fat Before they scold you dap? I took a nap so I’m up all night I like to keep it tight and never bite lyrics All fear as they hear this I’m your dearest blade fighter I chill in the light heard of bloodshed All stained red in this soil dead Like failed Ganja crops I locks step The dragon’s breath All name with aim come and crept
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I see Ganja and imagine my third eye open Clever broken the system to list then They get me medical The threat’ll pull back with a sack That’s credible fact All I need is some weed to rap Flip some stats and kick back Explain a murder game is wick wack Spit thunder clap and you under the map Lookin’ for your shookin’ dap Sold a sap on victory And he still stuck to his story after gory defeat Born with more to treat I rock the athletic cleats So I could play on grass relief I never have any beef I grew up smoking reefer the beach Is where I like to spark kief word Transform into a bird the 33rd Get the set blurred on meth? Never that I exhale the cold dragon breath of Ganja Increase my rep
Each fold his stock house My homie got tortured in the back I never slack so I got the gat up To track them down in the cut There was no security So my fury could reach them easy I pretended to be Italian From Shaolin I told them I needed their products to get my rhyme rough The first fool suffered the bullet wound to the head With the silenced 22 I took a step in to look for more crew I saw this fool getting his dick sucked by a guy I could tell he had helped to torture Why? He had the scorching heat fatal expression on his face I put it down for my ace Took the chair and smashed it over this player Then I hand to hand served the other fool and Only the top in the chain of command remained I step in the room Felt his brain and was consumed by the fumes of death I could tell that except for my homeboy He released fools like they was some toy I wasn’t annoyed but this guy could fight a little So I solved the riddle with the staple gun And started stapled his chest to his chest He had a big breast and screamed In my dream I could tell he wasn’t a human being So I reinvented cement and left him dead and bent On the ground WIth the foot stomp I solved his crown
My eye closing down into a funnel Why On 9 Recline Water Offer of Chocolate For spit Released soft Heat the flows Know Knowledge Apology Rock the House A mouse EEk! Shot them down Speak Chinese The Dalai Lama All the Drama Smoke Pot Cause the flow Cold Release Chi blocked The speed Toxic Mushroom Dose
Black Lotus Float all Drug Coatings off Softness of Tai Chi With the Liquid Metallically The challenge is to sort for Valiance A Gun doesn’t pull a trigger It takes a True Master Everyone has to flee From the Demon Explosives Delivery A Trigger be War All fought for Thinking linking minds Blindness I find just Mind Softly float away Into Space
All topped Made his rock Took stock Up the block Name is shock Clocked the knock knock Stop shutting down clowns Running rounds through fool’s crowns Soaked in small town Think like flow round the ink Pink Red mixed with White All fights ignite at night At the party With hard heat to freak I serve bleek Heard as you teach Busted a reefer chopper off your Rocker talker nonstopper With clip the clockwork Spot jerk Murder Verse Bloodthirsty ill flow Heel to Toe Ring Grows Of mushrooms Kid’s took them much too soon A spoon of Cocaine Went by No Name With the Flame Each drug tested Many rejected In the section
Rob Slob Bob Caught his Job Off the Corncob Pipe Fiending for Ice And pizza I release cheese into the bloodstream All Human Being know what I mean? Many don’t Score the bonus To phone us Just prone to Dustbuster I Luster Shine and Glow Never blow up I roll hold held in bed Felt Rebel the spell for hell Mix the Melon Into fruit cocktail Then I bail
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Lost all they cost of currency What burned was the heat Water takes over and remain stoner On the phone you’re learning curving Swerving into serving game Murder is in the lane They gangbang And can’t hang A soldier stang them all day until they killed 9 Aim it’s still a fill for the split bill On rifle will I Nike sight pull off a light glow My fight flow I’m nice to the frozen I goes inside the mind Behind that lay dead blind and buried Scary to beware of torture slowly Scorch yah I was born to be Sun Number gun off the hung step With my black lungs crept up I stuck them if the threaten such I don’t sweat in any more done I just don’t even answer the door I can mop the floor with a weapon
For those who never rolled Meth Beware steps they air cut slice through they tear Twice true as a bare fridge Mic the kid up and you still stuck no matter what I license the ducks to pluck Service they shut closed cases Baseless they ace fists up the place split backs Beware of the Tacks murder slaps on victims Bitches end they sickness still bled on feds Microphones red bloody Money from gun heat a thing complete Flight and flow reach below the deep to creep slow Ice blow up and I told you this shit is truck I got baseball bats I like my Ganja cap way more But it’s not a gory thing like the born to sting like to ring Ganja is soft and flow and blow slow Creep up with the seat as a knucklehead grows his head up Roll you shed struck as a duck if I want to I front fools I dunk on spools of punks that’s cool I guess I don’t like it I tamed the flesh and blood We just got skill and ill until everyone top bill
My practice got blacklisted black balled until walled A dollar bill rifle still until I mic up will height struck A crane wing plucked a snake and dragon make it great again Any weight you spin from within I shot the children Killed in War I core to they still spend their days Gangbanging on plays it’s angering when it stays around And you sound profound with the crown that hops hips clowns fools Tools they use is fluid I like to ruin a speedfreak’s drug bleeps I run out sheep dust they heap of ashes stash is complete Each geek they meet they sweeten it To beatin’ up the kids for no reason It’s still the season of the gang We need Ganja to reign Kids live in a dream of TV, Computer and rap music Very few choose it It’s kind of forced upon them They soldier up with little luck and clue what to do They panic struck all day in the fray I murdered it slayed Angelic after my heavy Ganja, too intelligent I got hella bent before Psychedelic I killed it so hardcore on shrooms All I do is meditate in the tombs
The rancid ethnobotanist got the Glocks in crisp Don’t talk about sticks wicks tricks in the mix rollin’ six Don’t trips on me I ski lead you to drew dro’ over flow Ganja Cold I scold doctors bold to call Shrooms a Drug I thug on it I rub them wrong way told them it’s a sacrament and I still say it Companies want to claim it or something Sell synthetic Psilocybin Pill That shit’s ill Chew your shrooms well You could bat out of hell rebel against society Against the doctors trying to be Shamans Their talk makes no sense They dealing with a thing they don’t understand it bring the definition Of drug into Question Completely Unseat all the heat be dipping easy after stacks Relax like breeze be I got it to bomb facts That grease released me
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Mind at 9 Blowing wine Out the basket Ass kicked Plastic Glocks I stalk the street At night Blow out the lights WIth air strikes they flight’s Prepared for the scare They tear flesh and bone I get stoned flashbacks And I’m on caps For sack of bud Study the muddy waters Your order a design To blindness Rewind this What time is it? I line up crisp Bitches hit you Slit throat glisten coat It sugar coated Soaked till it floated Root Beer wrote it I got exploded Corn Cob pipe Like I’m an old hype and stoner I keep telling you I’m a stoner Tripper cap flipper Pull up your zipper Your shit lift in the air
You dare cry? Pullin’ up high The air dry It’s hot People get shot in the stare them in the eye Confrontation Every examination of the facts reveals blacks are targeted And Hispanics black market flipped and sold Fentanyl Pills A dollar a piece Shit is easy to synthesize by the gangs that lit your cries for help I’m telling you I’m a stoner I flip a loner in his or her zone blur Until it stir Gold earned a fat purse What’s worse is the curse of the Plaintiff Arraignment skipped dripped brains and Crip Walked I hit Meth out the ballpark A Narc is a shark on target With a lot of except that flavor neighborhood behavior good I stay gripping’ wood grain with chains
Let’s all roll 8s Sativa Cannabis with the Water Fasts Earn Keys in G cement that invent the bent all over again Torn in the ten speed dead weed meth bleed I accept Ganja only I stone key in the lonely fee for the speedway street talk I be balk and walk out the chalk mark psych the mind up on a diamond I lineman binded bound winded winded wound wounded Cocoon in the fluid lens that grew tense I trip a lot And lit like a Glock Spitting rounds off without a thought by itself Someone pulled the trigger A master with no care or awareness of the air that shit is daring Wave your fists in the air!
Catch the Ganja safety net with much respect A Tech can kill you but unless you stupid Ganja won’t loop that kid I slid in on both I like a megadose See how high I get and rep Don’t step to the crowd and sweat I sweat and the crowd step to me I don’t key We all G and like to smoke Ganja Weed Herb Whatever you call it’s word like dollar bill the topic I stop hits on tricks with the magic fix the wagon Bag in the pocket zip locked to stop the flavor loss My behavior cost a lot on strike to light right up I love a Reefer cut Soak and such out as blood flow Release the roll and behold I’m an Eagle like Gold Sometimes flipping shrooms LSD I’m intelligent way I be Magically enhanced with the answer to the question
You can screw your face to taste plus ace a place called laced strut Glutton for the Ganja Hut then The shock ring the talk singing winging it Bringing hits with the technique time tested in the flesh kid I rap respected always blessed with the MIC degree I G and free likely I P still I bleed until power drill kill All ruined but I stew in the fumes end the fluid lens to do it Recommend fluent in the ends to wreck crews true as they intend to bruise I shoes up true and that’s tough to rough a fool up for opening season All breeze in the cheese then I speak recommend deceased fools that grease crews fled All of them bled with the knife wounds it’s my type to spoon soon I a goon that fire gun at high noon in the dry room Ganja crying to be consumed I got it shoe in
Square two circles around the beef drew a crowd all around they found When I down I rock it from now until you read clear The fear sets in with those whose sets spin I liken to end the entrance for the indentations in the head that’s dead fact How you react depends on your map You cold cap it you practice till they back bitch This rap’s crisp A fool got dissed with a tool in his mouth after blowing the house down I got a crown I wear tear into the flames that names unnamable I blame you pull up a gun and entertain you well I rain crew as gel all max and mellow Like jello I jiggle wiggle waggle sag your pants hand up advanced Chances are slim for you so you should recede with your whole crew
Professional rappers got they caps turned Shit shove in and that’s backward I cap blurred the sack stirred up my bad words To attack first Only Ganja in the sack now How I reroute a doubt of the act that shout I Mac a mountain off a fountain of youth Truth recoup the sleuth on deuce for gang truce to get footloose I juice I ruin slid they flew in instead Mortally bled to death Sex entrance into the flex the Dentist drilled your ass Killed in class to the task a mismatch Rollin’ nowhere fast a soldier ask Why we gotta kill and ill in Civilian life I murder mics up the job to strike lightning Clap thunder everyone wonder in disbelief I feel grief yet released as I deceased off some cheese in the breeze
Blinded by the light I’m riding a Cash route Speaking of Riding I need a butterfly wing again to extend Clips tend to spread murder will it instead of the burner you led The charge on hard guard their garden It’s a far thing to the starving peeps cheats with skis and eats Sweet pastry a tasty thing someone wing bust I trust that flushed out the cat Sold his map for a gat to relax on my back strong I hit the bong and sold wax for a song To fully back wrong the full heat straighten you late in crew To break some fool
Wreck crews On the W you always lose Rock these shoes I got and crew on the top I hop a hip to Glock sick murdering the tricks and flips Little Hicks who rip shit up sit through a snuff I dust a love message to professional Set you full of Bullshit I murder hit It’s on the list I rock a crisp chain with medallion ice gleam like at Shaolin With the nice steaming ice bath Murder was the task and the class Fully outlast the dash of spice that mics up fed Murder in the head until they dead A soldier got held out his folder for spread The ingredient was obedience to the slinging lead slugs Drugs don’t mean you thugs or put it down in clubs You gotta rub fools use the tools you pack exact
Ace crews with blades when I’m playin’ with my gray meth ball to the day I release stray shots at blood clots Serve a sucka why not? They gone get rocked on the block to stop that shit Always hittin’ never in the kitchen fixin’ The meals that’s real I got a heat gel that swell my feet like a diabetic I edit crews Flew in with the two step till it through bet I come through slept On beats defeats toy MCs avoid flight Gs annoyed by my speed I got tons of OG weed I hammer the fam your thinking of with the iron glove gauntlet The bomb threat is always in step with the check I’m about to murder wreck a sucka with a Tech Flyin’ white with a diamond on sight they pull weapon They threaten people and can’t hang Catch the sequel for the dead end my mind is peaceful
P be up on a G PG&E Platinum clean out attacks with rung bell Murderers dwell in the curvature hell is servin’ fools I got this I Glock this So many Glocks with kids Glocks is bitch I don’t like a floss on the cross for the boss to toss it I lost it and topic stop shit rock spread murder head Bled bleeding bloody all money with gun heat A fool is complete Learn some fighting technique I’m lightning till next week Always writing raps Serving facts up From the back I get struck I don’t know if this is supposed to be funny So all I do is stack chips and count money
All ducks that move with the soft groove get shot up All ducks in a row the product is bomb threat Etch-A-Sketch threat to erase I pace Mace a break no mistake flake and bake and shake Hate a player hater fate is the derringer You ain’t got a care in the World so you swirled ice cream My mic seem lit I bit a murder verse off a Crip to Drip Brains I got aims with weapons maintains fools be steppin’ I left in the left end a lot to send off friend I bend bent say it stay it up ladies and gents With dental floss all soldier tossed his shit Or hers who’s murdering first? On first base on a chase to score in the game Maimed and killed ice grilled spot got chilled on All in this until the real sharp steel comes strong I sung a song of bong rips I float and save my chips up for the bitch in the cut That spurn to struck a kid Fit that shit into your vacation plan I’m no stranger than fiction or truth
I run and hide when it’s time to ride Peep gats and slip through the cracks like suicide Inside my mind I got diamonds and treasure A measure of sword scored an award with kin All sin wiped away when the time spent is for rent due In your place to practice You a hack until you skill with the ill Weapons until you center and not step in I see the left end all day A ray of Sun begun to illuminate Set it straight I like a late night snack and stack Platinum Plaques My mind raps I jacks fools who attack schools with guns Mass shootings from the polluting of culture Everyone vulture swoop in on the carrion I stay very strong I need bong rips and swords I love to check in the source of this no flex on the X marks the spot dot a fool shot
Eat the wrong thing Swing a bat and contact Black servant all churned in the distance of slavery Behavior get crazier when the blaze blurs But I hold it down like murders I curved and burned I need to burn one Meaning a joint get in the way I’m on point I strike down the boy and man Anyone that can’t rap is strapped right now The town Painted red Against federal regulation I saved the nation From the radio station that plays shit That’s whack I’m on a long lap of distance I been since the resistance effort prevailed It was all hailed by the countrymen To something ends the toughness and roughness I blush chicks I finish crisp And crips run away from me
All the skulls cracked it’s Wu Come through with the fluid You couldn’t do it get it done you ain’t from the ruins I true flip school kids on Murder lids of grass In the stash my burner lasts I got that Ganja and a lot of harm done on it I reprogrammed my whole set so I could fight Bet I run through a Tech 9 I got the next AK-47 Down the line and you out of time All relax recline State the facts you in a bind I just wash my mind and soul clean In this bad dream I had I don’t get mad or even Never fight believe in Wu
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Hollywood
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Stretch X marks Bullet parks in the extra dark chocolate Nighttime ride inside You could ride the shotgun A lot of a ton A gun go off The boss flipped his roster You saw stir in the World A third of the slid was hidden Forbidden from carrying weapons Everyone sex in the game Called murder flame I exclaim I brain drain Bike in the lane with flame All one in the same I twitch stitch and came With the aim To never miss always hit Servin’ fit A monkey trip A punk be slipped up I ripped the truck jewels off fools
All straw hits jack Need a Mac to relax to the music Music true in it’s form is pure worn through License grew on the dice kids up into stew Flight with the crew All hectic expect tricks to flex in it To begin with you could get ridden of Fittin hand in glove A love is a dub sack Murder black in the act of contact React with the bomb back Sold crack and relax Flip Flap hold max and see cats dance Take a chance My style is advanced I answer The word up cancer Hands cut off stiff real stuff In steel rough with the handcuffs And be as such it’s too much
What kind of gun you strung from to have done it come Tuesday I import Ganja from Hawaii just for sport I contort the majority better than the Florida Keys All Gs pleased with the ease in which I breeze I got a disease called skis I max Chi to degree for the Hawaiian you see Don’t flee just light up a tree Stand next to me and be with one of the greatest Of all time Can’t believe the way I rhyme when I’m On Ganja Hawaiian it’s the bomb for the lawn chair Through dawn you could see the glare of the Sun All eyes read for Human Consumption I run some to folks who want the Holy Smokes
I’m having the vision Again Imprisoned for Gold lens My friends Check this Wreck this crisp Dissed a lick of twist With what missed the mark Your target got a scar in it I market the fate Of the to date Greatest players of the game Maintain How brains light Visions at night I bright as the Sun Hydrogen bomb from One of the greatest The finest With the inside scoop On all You need to shoot down the enemy pilot Who even try it I light up the Swastika With shots in yah
Ballin’ Eight Tre Of a Gray Gangster Alien The way we been Is shame on them Ahem! I hock up phlegm Need the Ganja intend To soften Water and Liquid Stick Tricks in the system To listen to crews fist with the brews All lit and on twos and threes Cheese! Top Trees with the breeze warm Diseased before the norm what’s sworn Born again Acts that end the rational blend Of folks with jokes to spoke with
Poke fun and missed The seriousness Of the Business I represent I was sent as an expert In all the flex jerk Infighting and rhyme writing Down and dirty grinding On the time being Mind I’m seeing
Electrical hookups On drugs that pull plugs on thugs Gangster visions and mugs For the decision each one is different I get bent Fully loaded With baseball bats holdin’ fat stacks I max Got to ask about the facts that stats you raps Pick up jacks like gats intact With flack spittin’ out the written Or freestyle I challenge any child who be wild To calm Smoke the megabomb All levers on the bong hits I strong crisp I foggy like a wisp I hog heat and defeat the bleach In meds eye that iodine In crack black tar and it’s crap Soldier bold your cap fold up Tracks that old but I sold shut case Cold on maps that fold up Military is scary And I can hang but just barely I dare heat up Psilocybin to the rhyme again
I want the Ganja right now How could you slip up and let a meth head Read you his bleeding said I’m on meth and death tripping Sipping flipping lyrics Quickening you fear this But they can’t come near this I got a beer itch A cinch to split in the ink with the thinking Blinking me ice skating rink crinkly G I wink and a fleet of warships Come to tore shit up Lead the on Ganja so what’s up? The mellow all hello Trip a dip off a skip and flip Write this while they bit this and try to trick You into the blues with bad drugs Bad thugs released from prison with bad luck From the decision We live in a prison With violent criminals
Grilling ice willing twice the step is to beiz the tree smoking wonder But you don’t know that so you flow tracks under Offensive on the air you intend this to be a player Say your name for mayor I don’t dare go there Like a lair of dragon I bag in with Ganja and Meth Herbs words meant for Psychedelic I tell it to kids even They see in the dream the scheme to light up beam Like this on cream So what you mean? Do you gleam a soldier fiend for more after War is over For PTSD his or her medication Ain’t no way in the place to take place like an invitation I stay in the hate kin for plate spinning Winning with the 9th inning in sight beginning to inflict fright I’m chilling on the dice rolled Patrolled all Gold Sold my soul and paid the toll Time to take a stroll
It’s liquidation Don’t you dare hang up to beware in the cut Careful your tucked weapon is hair trigger Figure that with the gat You strapped Rollin’ through scrapyard Golden Told in the game about drugs claim No hugs for thugs in the flame because Of tugs on the rope Coat this to float this Begin bug business Who wrote this? I know it’s the twist dance Lead romance In the glance at the hos that down dis Cold they town frisk you down for weapon Now cap is checkin’ I hold down the heavy flack
So I could kick back with a sack of the Hawaiian I’ve been twice to Maui The climate and soil is unbelievable
We hittin’ up at Wu Tang All Ganja and Shrooms So who rang the bell That doesn’t ring? I flight in the thing Likeness to wingtip All lead trip in the grip Of Cash we got later skater I hit it up major I date your caper with lack of flavor Incentive to bend it as a kid Is the skid off hidden Trips crews is written down in spoons of dope Smoke choke broke the vote for hope to soak In the bath with a sack Be right back I got a Meth cap With herbs Word to murder and nerves We took it further than the burns On taking turns to turn up server With the curves on the learner Beginner a sinner in fact with tracks That spin your backs and raps Clap Cap because it ain’t rhyme rap
How’s About you and me smoke a joint and take a three hour walk In Hawaii Hawaiian Paradise is nice to experience with a pleasant walk The Ganja lets you truly feel the place You notice in Outer Space A Lotus blooming All consuming fume in the room is poisonous I join the best to make sure my expert here Never lurks in fear to steer clear of all those near People pack guns on Earth For what it’s worth I don’t carry I hit up a Junkie for the Heroin he sunk meat in the 6 feet underground I dropped a pound click to rob his job of how that sound? Thick The whole crowd is lit expecting it Gunfire to rip We don’t like Meth, Smack and Crack We want the flows to come back in the undertows of the Ocean Snorkeling enjoying Sugar Cane A Pineapple field is for real one of the most healing things you could experience seeing Macadamia Nuts All the cuts Hawaiian the real thing from the King of Hawaii I always try to be Polite I lived for 15 years in a Small Farm Town We shoot on sight in Los Angeles I used to make Glass Pipes And smoke pot and practice Silat and Escrima all the time All day long
On the 16,000 foot peak in Peru We don’t sniff glue We practice Tai Chi and sniff a little nose candy The rush of the flush through the form A born trusted touch it to crush it dust hit the bit in such a fit As you must get lit now I risk the Pow! Tai Chi was so good for me I don’t key People practice on Speed and all kinds of drugs But the real thugs sniff the Cane and Smoke Ganja and explain How Tai Chi is the sure thing for healing seeing the trees and I ski Sometimes I rhyme Don’t drop a dime We have severe criminals in the neighborhood Up to no good They need drugs and martial arts That’s the smart thing to do I true teach them They freak the style every weekend and weekday Don’t expect them to bend yet and display the set flex on rays Guns from fun you done under I slumber in the lead I got this true indeed
I’m a chill approachable guy I practice the eye masters The 3rd eye hasta open For spoken word Absurd to think you could bird chirp on me G I light up a C Note of the toke and smoke it down Crews from all around drop the pounds I like to lounge in the cut I don’t like how punk MCs strut Shoot you in the gut or what’s up Duck you to stuck you in the head until you dead That’s some punk ass shit to duck Federal Charges blip on radar Starts some smart ass bitch With a crisp sheet Got cold feet and was something sweet I tried to eat him up Cannibal All ram in his drawers when they tore down It’s War all around
I increased my Ganja smoking Went from one to two grams Smoke the whole eighth and you bake like frosted flakes Murder a mistake to take it further I got a burner A fast learner Churner upper like butter I cut your shit off All skid slow to a stop Pop a gun for fun? Never that we roll with the gat to attract bitches Who suck our dicks and fix this like the tricks they is My rap diamond blizzard The Wizard what is it to keep it fresh? All I suggest is the rest of the past tense Murder Master the last steps you take Ache in the wounds to tombs All suckas meet there dooms
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Tai Chi makes a Dragon turn Cold A Blood soaked rag to wipe off the blade was displayed Like a Hand Grenade to a Soldier I fold up the torn I’m sworn to uphold the Rule of Law I’m a Citizen of this Land and the Bloodshed is Excessive A lesson for everyone is good Tai Chi
I turn any stick I pick up Into a magic trick that lights my wrist and neck up I don’t flex but I attack as a left hand grab the stick ambidextrous Bet I twitch Accept its medical Expect it to turn Federal Crime in China Everyone like me got shot in China When Martial Arts were outlawed I southpaw sometimes and turn dimes into fine wines for the sample With ample pull cancel class and bend your bullshit up into truck rope Cope with Ganja Smoke I broke it The mold fit the quotation flip the potion that make medicinal tea Ganja is just another herb for me I cancel class for free on Psychedelic Mushroom like Maximum The flat stand the land with the retention of fact that smacked you Upside the head you can’t stand full up On a duck the water off the back as surgical mask in the stash With Cash I got a mashup of styles Flow for miles my children got killed when I sealed in And flow real in the defend the self it’s a health practice
Balling All fuel is lightning I’m waiting to revolt Cold let it Fold up In the Sold strut that cancel cuts that tucked weapon you steppin’ with and bitch ass kids Lids of grass in the stash How could time have passed so slow in the roll with untold crime criminology I expect an apology after you solve a key with solvent Revolve hits wet a job meant to be bent I entrance left this place defenseless with the strangest intentions I disarm Pull the charm out the pocket and lock it Pull it pop it Shocked tricks can’t handle in the mix how I fix the wagon It’s staggerin’ how bad I been lately I use a skate key to break fee to relate to G Water Fasting tomorrow So sorry I have to borrow the keys from chocolate that’s disease and sorrow
Pop went the cannon I’m banned from Federal Prison for having the Vision On crystal Water cracked back bullet for the slaughter You ordered in fact you Warrior sacked the storm front Smoking a blunt what you wanted was to get fronted The stunt fed the murder rate reinstated the greatest of the dated On the playlist was the Fist and Weapons with the twist Got the letter then to write better than the sweat your wearin’ Without caring blaring out sound aware of who was down Who got down on the ground for hearing the sound of the gun blaugh! Crews don’t allow the snooze button shrooms cut into sales Fail all the cats they did hail from Oakland I take my first smoke then In 20 years, I fall out, die, shed some tears, then kick rears Except I ear to the street go Psychedelic all hella lit up bell the difference ring! I sting a little thing in the swings by the playground they heard the Glock sound Since they was little kids they wanted to get rid of guns in schools Cause fools was runnin’ up with heat on the street
Tracks glow and you captured a rap track from below Don’t feel cold and bold Your strength hit the limit so gimme it That raw All I saw was jaws broken Folk in the game flame up Remain tucked weapon The same as crews steppin’ with Left to crisp they get dissed Relief comes in flow fluid To do it I ruin careers Steer the ship into blip on radar Take you so far out You can’t sound doubtful or you’re route pull A fast card to sound hard All rappers on guard with the alarm sound charmed The darn if I be the top rhyme skip the lock find it for free
No firearms! You got alarms to pull the Glock and pop them then shot your friend too What this trap bitch gone do? I screw in the lid on the jar of bud to pull up in the car All you went was far away from par so you slay Murder delayed by further display of venom Left in denim they relax and intend to kill Raps rhyme bill until the wielding the weapon get to threaten them back in The gun claps and The spent blood soaked provoked coated robber with a job that hurts Kids slobber on their shirts I go to work and perk up the dirty stuff I heard of keys rough But you all enough to act tough I’m sick of the game with the gold chains All I got is blown out brains from dice games
Blanket to mark it up All we got is darken shots Murder plots on hot streets Clock a block dreaming of the next day cream gleaming Around the neck and wrist freezing Breezing Gs in the lean on the lead glowing head Dice up meds I slice some bread and come for the head Got the Feds screwed with lead bruise The edge sharp and you lose choose to flew it’s the rule My crew do unto you out of the blue My Gong Fu is for the stew In this knew know fluid flow From head to toe dust this patrol that roll I said in the cut dead and bloody with the nuts I roll struts Guts twisted Rap kids missed it and twisted tied Flip flow flied the eye about to cry and get high You can’t deny the drug game plug thug with aim Murder is all I exclaim
A whirlwind with weapons Stepping deflecting connecting I check in the system to fix this Dis kids who pick up gats flip their hats And jack cats with a weak stance Take no chance brave advance I got a lance and double sword Awarded the source with fifty I need to hit with heat Complete my each seat is a clone All out alone at night Never scared beware kids who dare come to jack Smoke a fat sack rewind with crack Service facts to swerve this hat Roll through traps Zap attack a splat the head Leathers laid dead Feather light sprayed with blood Release the muddy waters off slaughters I caught the order to sort it out Short mode doubt a murder route
They hadn’t smoked cannabis And pulled the gats hopped chain link fence You could tell the difference in head I did a lot of meth and it’s a death trip Adrenaline rip through the frame hit crews all they aim in the stews I brews up a good fertilizer for my Ganja to rise and become the Trees Fully I don’t bully or get bullied I’m a fair man Don’t plan to scan the brain in every lane but this thug shit I can explain All kids was wanna be gangsta thugs on drugs They shot the slugs from the cannons And blammed something For fronting you get nothing more than what you came for Carnage and Gore is from the spot The pot spot served game in flame not with the same name I came to maintain this head always think Sativa to be a G one day On a killing spree most ain’t shopping to stopping thinking with lights blinking In and out no doubt the word of mouth I got a Ganja route that no one fucks with I bucks bitch Out the toe of the sneakers to scare them I flow in the air then My fists light up tricks It ain’t no trick and don’t try to copy it from me I live peacefully
You don’t kick back and smoke crack You max an axe split rhyme backs like mind fist stacks unkind relax Pull jacks out the spine Wine and dine Release mind Dough rush Cold crush suffer such as the suggestion No question You relief lesson is incomplete Until you jump out your seat and repeat over and over Four leaf clover nice to know yah Real crack is rare It costs so much scares politicians in a hush to bum rush Us and them max mice and men Tax twice as they spend to end it At the dentist you wax tremendous Got your entrance fee into key with ski I practice blades and smoke weed A crack hit bit knacks off shit to tracks split backs again I Mac with the ends so friendly I spend heat on a gun for fun so sweet weighs a ton Spun number one to high strung but begun to become unwound sound bound Nouns and verbs subject predicate rent out bent now and always until the end Make crack your best friend? Or smoke Ganja I can’t decide either!
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We lookin’ for buds Who got the cold rub backwards to put in a sack towards it Award with the 5th element Intelligent Came up with relevant lyrics About to itch this beer I’m on got me gone We been in a bud drought The cops surrounded the town and took both pot dealers down Down all we got is meth and hard dragon breath like Vodka Death Black shit take a rest to stress I must confess I passed the test To see who is def I got the chest hairs My Breast bare with magic breast plate Arrest the stare in state that War on a stoner mind state It’s too late I got it I shot it and rotted in the plotted scheme All behold this night beam infrared with cream My Glock gleam I stop the stream Run the river backwards I could get a sack fronted towards me To award kilos I flow real slow and blow lyrics All steer the ship pilot to file it in the mind whip The time is time to dip I’m out of here on trip
Hit a massive clip to an LSD trip Tried crack in the bathroom with Lucky Me and Lucky smoked blunts see He put in half the time so I did the crime with him in my rhyme time and again I got awarded these wings earned them churning out degrees that burn till you freeze I breeze through writer’s block talk blocked shit Rock ripped up toppled Crips and whole flocks with gangster talk You can get out and walk through the Jungle My two seater is a beater I rock it down the street your Bitches lookin’ good I got wood I should have stood that one bitch up The dumb slut Any way bit I rhyme a cut up some front Stunt on the want who in this dumb stupid get pissed and have to loop it You must have missed cupid shot an arrow into a sparrow And narrowed the league I caught a dream extreme Anyway any day Lucky got arrested for selling rocks in the park He had suggested I spend all my money on crack Since that day in Venice beach I slayed MCs
Razor blade raised true as the days been laid men out The razor cuts front no stunt you could get it if you want Some pull a stunt and runt like little pickle get ridiculed Fueled to two is the tune so boom this farm on alarm for the yarn I speak 8 days a week a freak peak and reach the maximum highest the flyest I die stitch the why wish them goodbye stitch in time Mine is like cocaine lines straight to the brain then I’m flyin’ high again In my rhymes I recommend drugs you could thug to this gangbang Do the twist so slang the sacks relax pick up on tracks to tax the enemy Send them to me with the blade already bloody I muddy and ain’t nuthin’ funny or sweet they can’t compete Dead on your feet meet this meat gravy slavey boy real McCoy toy Employed by the rap industry that can’t get with me I’m to dreamy in the A team And block this shock this top spit the drop sets on rocks flex the top next I Glock sex with rock arrest the hos suggest a flow head to toe I like a foot massage after the garage has a car accident in it You shouldn’t have printed that fake driver’s license for that bitch You shouldn’t have a bitch Bitches ain’t shit but hos and tricks I fix their wagons and rinse my dragon
I can settle my chi and mind with a binder bound book of energy look! The tendency is never to be seen again I practice out on the porch and then Everyone has seen the thing in action being an attraction Around the hood I’m too good to be around people I should be released like a diseased needle I’m feeble I hardly ever practice I can circulate my chi to match this Blind swordsman My shit don’t record when I surface end the torturous murderous lurk in this With the twist Bloody fist money crisp I could roll down the list of files with smile Why I’ll still flow with the steel for a ho you know Hos need the Gong Fu so they could tell a guy no and then flow Off to their own thing grow like a human being Not be called a ho Get one to go and just flow Roll out of control and sold on Gold with the wings that blow breeze In the trees you smoke or the one monkey climb to rhyme and pick fruit I’m on the end of a shoot A branch that about to snap and cold cap some shit
I blaze guns off the one the from the Sun or something like that Sun all the nonmartial cats full intact Or you could get jacked or run up the ass by white trash I stash the gat in the rear end Why I always defend myself I roll in stealth With you scream and yell about jelly gasoline Napalm to the extreme You wanna get hit by the team or clock cream? I got so much cream I seem inhuman being I’m seeing through my third eye Word don’t even try I’m so high I might die I done did it Died in prison with the vision for the decision I made To always rock blades serving you bad grades stay slayed in the shade Murder made these crazies all hazy eyed Service the supply don’t ask why or try to stay high On crack you murder want some back it goes further Rock a burner and get wilin’ profilin’ I like cap and a murder rap for the masses Smoke a lot of grasses and hashes You can’t match this until you lift the latch on cannabis
Let’s not go hard Pull out a shard you fight in the Yard Let’s go soft your boss Tossed the fighting stick into the trick Light a bic lighter under the crack pipe igniter Hey! This kid doesn’t fight fair That’s cause I don’t fight at all This isn’t a brawl to crack your skull! This is an art I’m torn apart from the challenge of the valiance I got my balance still I rifle the ill of stifle this drill to fight Let’s not ignite a fight now! Murder with the pow Further than is allowed in sport fighting So this is real fighting? You expect me to be righting and mastering in tight with the master lock? Shocked Pull up popped the head Rocked him soft and then he bled to death What’s in the treasure chest? The bandits left it must be hectic to step with Trapped ripped rapped up fast I wasn’t about to leave without the cash So I made a dash got an axe and busted the chest in two It was full of fool’s gold Raps get sold out the mold
It’s time for the flight of the Phoenix After years of being dissed it returned Burned all earnings up With earnest pluck as such as much It’s hard to touch Even if you bust and lust after the Phoenix Don’t mean to beam in this but we need Jesus To take the flight at night Couldn’t you picture Jesus riding the Phoenix tight? Now a Phoenix brings insight It’s not polite to give it the middle finger I linger on doubts of the Phoenix trounce All disbelievers I have the achievement verse that cursed Anyone about to burst I thirst for Phoenix flights Out of sight is where I hit the ball After a stalling Phoenix called my name Who in the rap game is to blame A soldier aimed and missed the Phoenix I’m a martial artist so I ripped the soldier apart in this I hard to kick ass of Like hand in glove I rap this rub off the Phoenix captive And slap bitches upside the head Leave red hand print marks The sharks ate up the marks in the Ocean Breeze of cheese
With the fatal cocaine styles I can leave miles of child’s fathers dead bodies on the ground with the slaughters They caught theirs unaware so be careful Of the fatal cocaine styles of Gong Fu You can’t raw true without the stew so I blew blow Just so you know the cocaine styles are fatal I wait slow for the next toe to toe always on cocaine you know My flow grow each and every time I blow I show hos and the Average Joes how to under control get stole on Dead bodies on the ground how I fold long to corpse them up Lead cocaine is like truck jewel makin’ No mistake in the bake when I rake in the bacon for goodness sake and The dead bodies on the ground aren’t as good as pounds of cocaine I liken the coke to something you don’t ever joke about Pulled the lever and now I’m smokin’ it out Yep. Freebase to taste for the paper chase in rap Fiends cold clap perhaps run laps around the tracks for blow But little do they know I flow flow and flow on blow Leave them dead head to toe all over the ground I got pounds of cocaine freebase No need to ace it’s basic Every day all day I taste it I get the greatest chicks to kiss my lips
Psychedelics are the real cold cut crush Feel small in the Universe Even the Greatest Gong Fu is matchless When you practice after a trip I sip on a bong hit I travel trip I lighten the drip drop of the brain through the lane On Psychedelics you can explain how you aim Are you insane? Do you claim set? Do you rep the Dragon’s Breath? Many names I kept exclaimed how I state rep I flame up and crept on a strong mushroom trip I flip light excite the sensory organs ignite into primordial All vortexes swirl All hexes release the deceased in this World On LSD you can see a tree growing Ganja rolling I’m patrolling the area because I have Psychedelic Awareness And I’m aware of the whirled up cut in the trip sold as such Release the peace to you true as who flew Psilocybin is extremely powerful A water Fast with the Psilocybin Flash is how the Buddha illuminated Ascetic practice on Psychedelic Buddha was quite a man A man Enlightened People write about Buddha I study Buddha and Gong Fu It is how I found the truth of life in a knife wound You can see a tomb and a tree sprouting All around the thing you are counting on a wing to save you in a fight When the fight ignite it is trip like the light you saw last night as law
Spun thunder one wonders about How to reroute consciousness The promise slips through the fingers As time lingers you can’t begin to see this Until you be on the list of mind fist practice The blacklist the rap dissed the tricks Mix in the six the time drips drops like the mental Residential is basic shelter You felt the sting of the Welfare Line Each time with each rhyme I’m on the chopping block It’s got to stop Get me a vial of liquid LSD Ganja Trees, Methamphetamine, Cocaine and a place to train I maintain the most difficult task to masking tape To drapes that close curtains to mistakes that crews work with In the dish rap crisp type slips through the fingers It lingers in time and space fingers like knives that erase lives I thrives on the vegetation Each nation with Water take the time to order And sort through the stew of how you grew
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You could light a spliff Take an LSD trip But all you want is nuts Oil up the lube job steady with the medically proven Soothin’ Get your shit movin’ with the groovin’ I do in the end what recommended blended with splendid I behead them for speaking Sin I release unhinged the dinner bell ring Got this sing about tacos And little kids stoppin’ flows Rock them shows At the chosen time I close in with rhyme Sold a soldier on a dime sack A fool writes me I write them back Fill up a sack then With a Ganja Blend on Nuts I struts the street dust true as they compete Eat up the nuts so sweet Raw all my jaw got the gnaw on I’m long gone 5 years on nuts in my long John’s
Nobody touches a Meth job I dilate straight out the fate of the Universe All snake Rehearsed a burst for the thirst for thirst quench Heat up the bench Stench smells like an L Reefer with meth lit as well I spark a dry cell battery and sad to see Meth so sweet I track meet relax on the street Bust the cold feet Greet the Soldier fate to fold yours Skate on low glows I can hate on told yours I Gold cores I more than sold I sold and bold Man my meth rolled I got it old in the socket wrench Entrance is defenseless On reefer for instance I light up the difference is truck Rope steady around the neck so heady Meth survived the live to thrive I got this on mind to rewind for the crime To smoke a dime I touched the rhymes I notch in the belt felt that now I roll cat And stroll fat down the lane with a candy cane Who’s to blame? Still I love a Ganja Flame What is you lame? We do it big time in the drug game
Smoke Ganja! Fuck Meth! Fuck Meth! Fuck Meth! It leaves your left hand in a state of death Every single inch you crept you was in lockstep with death With a Glock Tech and Mac you rhyme backwards Relax all the curves with sap further as heard of the burner it’s served Swerved learned and burned on the spot I suggest Pot for people new to herbs Get some shrooms Spoon of the wonder medicine of Ganja your very best friend I practice martial arts on it and get the bent man Release the plan to jam on the record to seconds score it brand My man with the herb is word up you heard of truck? He got the Phat Air Nikes plus struck you on sight At night we take flight and write rhymes Serve a sucka who heads dimes We got weight big time with these High Times Relax relate minds to the diamonds I find this found out the lounge It’s chill to be in the freedom with the Cement I invent the special Ed Tour Bus the lure thrust into dust I bust Release on Ganja with the cuss words and further heard of ducks Your curvature is hardcore so chill relax and smoke some more
I hit up an MDMA capsule to see what all the hassle is about I figured if one is good then ten are better So I put on a sweater and took 1.5 grams of MDMA I seen a Dragon get slayed I taggin’ on Adam, a nickname for MDMA The Ecstasy has me floating free without the coating that make MCs flee I raps a G and got the P on so lead you till dawn on the ski on the lawn My shit is gone I release long to speed to pay heed to the bong Bong hits I like this rips and trips I Candy Flips I write the right on with the sights on the jackpot Release the crack spot for the knack not as black rot and Fester I’m left with corned up test you learned and burned on It’s the same song I release MDMA to the teeth I flow like Cheech and Chong Each roll is to decease the patrol They say MDMA takes it’s toll on the brain So you can’t roll every day But that’s OK I like to praise the gayness of the flaming gay festival That stress you pull out of the treasure chest give it a rest I keep abreast of the new wave of drugs Thugs get it bug and plugged with the bullets I live life to the fullest
Once, I punched a guy in the face for talking that ace crap I stayed in black lands with gangs of brigands I signature isn’t even gonna reinvent the wheel sent The peeling revealing nudity soon to scoot a new breed off Soft the cost leading to the boss got tossed in the trash heap All relax fleet of skeet is team dream bust a bleep cuss word Absurd so perturbed to get it churned guts hurled up vomit bust Trust that roll fat cat with the surplus I thrust my cock into my husband I wasn’t even bent when I did it straight to the limit with the dinner date Relax a plate on skate reveals the hatred towards gays and lesbians Let’s be friends then serve a Platinum lens menace the denizens Clever extra extends the sex recommends the blends of ends Chen style Tai Chi is popular because of explosive release of energy Like the orgasm I’m a gay G gangster thug with tons of the Ganja Drug
I black sack of Ganja rapped about and on one son with the gun barrel in your mouth The Ganja I flew down South for it to score it tore hits like trips I rip the raw dog gone it I saw in the fit the floor and it’s so rolled up thick I smoke it I toke on Ganja broke long the joke on the TV is to freely grow it and just be What be is the truck GP I rock a key and block the lead goons Like cocoons I spoons the hash oil to boil in my pipe Type A mic up slay dice cut them display the nice strut the delay on the ice but I don’t use meth any more I to the core with Ganja War on farmers Has me in harm’s way I charmed to say I grow it all the way to smoke it I hope hits like this roll in the sickness the bitch it’s the shit in trick dis I light up a quick bud to burn down wear the crown What you seen and heard after now is the maximum allowed I got big jowls from chewing beef jerky Still MCs on disease drugs can’t hurt me I work in the Kilos to peel slow for real with the flow I needlepoint joint anoint the secret potion with the ocean of variety I tight in with GP I like too key up and breed the stuff lean on rough Indica and Sativa
A Soldier of Fortune Catch a portion of tortured slow reappropriating Soak your Satan in the make ends meet Greet a seat with complete competitive Letter sent to a friend bent his entrance to intend to flew I grew Ganja and Meth Now I take ten steps back hack up a sack of Herb toked Smoked it to cope with the broken bits? Nope a soldier fix this like a dish of soap for your mouth Down South you heard about the clout they shout out I run a route and serve a fool no doubt Lost his cool murder tool a cruel World Yes it turns burns and everyone learns about life I took a knife and stuck it in this ice pick Ice trick thick with twitch a cinch to sell to the rebels The devil played his hand in several of my brand I got a brain scan and it said I remained man After torture I scorch your burn churn the seas Spread disease smoke some trees sure thing and I breeze In an out of the cheese I like it talking to psychic stalking Walking Gs is chalking freeze and you copping more Methamphetamine I just gleam my mic beam on the hype with the steam engine Sendin’ a message to all left back hefty sack of Ganja You need this bomb on your armchair to alarm fair On the stop and stare I’m deadly from Ganja so Beware Plus Psilocybin I roll inside the mind live and strive to understand the plan
The gift of the Serpent to work it Come out my shirt spit verses then quit My Serpent comes from immobility with agility On really freezing cold Ganja Weed and Shrooms I consumed knowing full well what I was doing For the ensuing skill that resulted My cult following swallowing the Psychedelic I tell it I bell hit up the metal splinter you could tell I got a meth cap which furthered The Serpent As purpose for the shirt fit On the church bit I lurch into split the opponent’s shit open Leaving broken bones and bleeding Cut off limbs seeding hymns of blood soakage I wrote shit in distress from unrest In China
I am so fantastic at martial arts I am drastic And pull the Plastic Glock On Meth to talk that from the chest I stalk I cold hawk Ganja shreds to death Clip in except I listen to the steps I rest your head on the concrete bed White sheet your ass Then let’s see you talk I cold rock the spot With the LSD Microdot I’m hot I got the Watch that says What time it is I’m with Women and Children So you get killed in this For real keep your distance I trip Switch a four fifth? Hell no I got the Four Four Let’s go to War Settle the score I Gangs to the Core You could snore through clips rip Just what your brains drip Take a sip of the mixture
I reconnected with my Psychedelic trip Took a drip drop Down the Water faucet a lot I am a master of Silat and Escrima I want to learn BJJ Nice to see yah! Peace! Please don’t hit people The sequel come as soldier fold yah Cold your torn ass got sliced by the sword I roared the lion’s roar I come with more in score for four twenty I got my lunch money saved I’m gonna escape slavery And the slave trade I went on a tirade And all my rent’s paid You sprayed all over the place Ace not Behavior rotten for forgotten thought I caught some Zs Got a mind freeze Ate a piece of cheese And started to breeze Over the hot concrete Took a seat And defeated the enemy Don’t even pretend to end this friendly like After I caught you trying to light up In a fight
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Edited by Solid Log (06/23/23 02:14 AM)
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Hollywood
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It’s Hollywood So why don’t you drug thugs for plugs and it’s all good All of them should join the Screen Actors Guild Release killed on the set by Alec Baldwin Pointing the pistol and In Hollywood we make magic With magic herbs like Ganja Word Extracts like Cocaine and Methamphetamine I drop the lean on Cream for whose team seem to clean up I beam up Told Scotty Got a lot to win the lottery I stop freeze MCs with my cheese I got I got a lot of cheese And caught the disease for more Four Score and Seven years ago all they death blow All allowed is slow Gong Fu Raps your wrong crew Hollywood strewn all over in bits and pieces the fragments of the deceased It’s easiest to reach this peak with the help of drugs My bathroom reeks of crack smoke thugs Got this jarred in the jugs hard out the Yard Scarred Veterans of the better than swords Cored to the floor with the poor but on drugs galore The poor people need drugs Elevate consciousness Next, the World Give all the boys and girls the drugs And grow the dank, kind, Ganja Nugs
HAHA! I took the Psilocybin Mushrooms And was coming down smoking bong hits all the town talked nonsense Then I heard Jimi Hendrix Distorting and it was so good Psychedelic I knew I was on to the intelligent thing to do I like to practice Gong Fu after coming down from a trip I scored a tight grip making glass pipes So I could afford the Ganja to ignite I don’t like the price People can’t afford it People in California don’t live in the dark ages Hollywood Sages created this place So let’s use the Wisdom of Generations To bring the drugs to the tables All fabled stories are true of the Wu I am Wu Royal Fam I service the heater and Blam! Now that’s Meth talk a gun did hawk Hawk is Ganja You get your drugs straight and once a year spin on the plate Drugs belong here I in the fog clear It’s wrong to rear a kid without drugs Drugs soften thugs and eliminate Gangs and Shootings All with loot sing the praise of the fruit of the matter Drugs Climbing Jacob’s Ladder
It was Cocaine! Crack! With LSD all rhymes come in black in fact and ski intact swimming laps Later on smoke a bong We got it going on with drugs But we need more To score the Drug War Victory And no longer use To light a fuse with Blues Harmonica I bombin’ yah sector With the Aggressor of the lecture in the metric tons Plus guns got it spun the topic I propped up to hit I got the shit Stop it! You need to cop it! More crack to clock the facts up With strength the length Got a sank a tank and thank the high heavens for the brethren That entered in I centered then Smoke Crack on LSD I light up a tree of the Ganja Yo Momma smokes Weed I’m a Pot Farmer indeed I storm the barnyard and bleed an animal Slaughter it and cannibal the meat Ran real slow and peeled on the flow with heat My steel toe boots Stomp fools out on meth that’s no doubt
We smoke Heat up on concrete We smoke weed We shoot the new breed into the outer space place in the rocket To chalk it up we go off topic and rock it up The Crack Cocaine Each lane with brain Was in chains for this explains why slavery happened Held captive with whack bitches and tricks What you said don’t make no sense In defense, the whack need more drugs plus pack Balls and Swords I press record and reorder the Universe Pull up in the hearse rehearsed to burst the weapon Shed skin the denizen of the dark in park We won’t let you in until you stark like Toney I phone the clone in the zone who prone to be alone like a dome Head your ass home to get stoned a lot We blow tons of pot Kids get caught and shot and shit I spit On the M.I.C. lit Rhymes fit indeed Like buried treasure my leather skin thicker than sin I begin to render intend to quit when I’m ahead But I bled steady the ever ready To get the head speed on the lead I drink coffee
All the text written was copyrighted by God Stopped inside did the job pulled off without poppin’ fools Fools lose their cool and tools rule I pack a tool and use it when fools get to ruin with tools too Just shows how fools grew in school I got a new attitude Outlook on life I might switch it up psych with the real up roll dice Filled in twice My Mic is steel that don’t rust I don’t bite I feel to the trust that heal all this on dude PCP Letter for freedom G meant to peel slow real way exempt My the patrol all keel over to the flow Just so you know they keel over and die It’s all fly so why? I murder eyes like hamburger to serve a Mickey Slip heat in with the quickie I figure beats is soft I soft gloss the porno pictures Fixtures in mixes that quickness Bitch just Laid out flat Fools got sat down and crowned WIth hos all around they drowned in the orgasm skipped town For sure spasm and adorned with jewels Hos fuel is new I.L. Lexus I respect tricks with the necklace
Release keys Ps freeze right up With no cut in the product Rhymes lethal like bomb step on it BOOM! You a movie in motion like the ocean sip on the potion while I guzzle People get puzzled I sultry smooth and groove the moves clue you in Flew in with the new intend to ruin a career and peer at gem Lyrics that bend All tend to do it till they dead So I true in this with lead Buck bullets you could pull it Full of it the wool rich smoke a cope with it to toke begin and just busted I lusted as a kid for Chronic Ganja and I slid cause uh yo Momma I drawn a air that careful beware You stare pull a glare that wear dull the blade Each Ace gets sprayed by the AK Tech played on the Sun Ray with the plain and simple Ballin’ till all in it reach the temple What it’s called this residential urban Kids be learnin’ smoke sherm and the girl end squirmin’ Off the worm and I burn Another lesson learned and taught Just don’t get caught
All Meteor Impacts Cause contact to happen I blacken the sky when I’m high I don’t die I don’t have to try to open eye I just trust in the mind thrusted be Kind Buds on it must have it beginning People in the 9th inning is sinning no sets no nothing no bets They be frontin’ catch a rep before the coming to inspect The gun thing The gun ring Most people don’t pack A real one in fact The steel hung on the wall With Platinum Strung on the become a one from the Sun and that’s stun I run game come came with the aim for mind frame Learn to chill while you ill I drink vodka and still Inside burn Flashback turn the tide sure in it as the flight from The churning constantly yearning for cash stash The real last one To cap sung the attack Huge humming bullets in the back lack no blood in this thugging Thugs be drugging and loving love with the bloody glove rubbing dubs off
It’s gonna be a long night till the morn All in and all War Core before gore was saw A jaw dropped Popping noises Voices in the head Fled red blood steady Heady as the gun heat Busted meat Trusted defeat Lusted sweet Just as compete competition In the city streets it’s written No glitch in the system We wisp in the difference I lift bitches up and drop Cop a fat sack and drug up To slugs but because Of what it was It does what it did All kids slid through As ring grew of mushroom Need to get me more of that OZ I lead true story as the glory of God Rob a robber clobber All soft serve ice cream In the lean My dragon now gleam A soldier as form in human being
All solved revolved problems Jog them in the rock spread the Ganja cough Intending to get them kids hooked Shook a book at the police For greasing the dangerous drug trade In the blade I stayed way inside the limits No gimmicks just the business deal On the wheels my bicycle peels All I feel is zeal for life And pain with the knife in blood stain All claim set relieve the brain yet I explain how I exclaim the threat We brush off thugs on the street with beef Walk with the beat of the drum for sum I got a gun no problem I mod them up teach Sunny with the buns bake for take 2 Break a fool up if he rule school cut All duel with the fuel in the pool I’m cool I don’t drool or sue I just Gong Fu
Let’s all heat up I’m hot Got to will it and I gettin’ Set then the extra special lesson For profession of session Makes Mexican Food School a rule to duel People make mules for drugs from Columbia Cocaine People love and yah Proclaim all the name is aim in the drug War the same number one Clock it to the flame Plus block out Run the route and murder shout for fun All heard of it about To serve a fool Gone and curved a tool deadly I no fool I stock fuel medley All duel Martial People buy weapons steadily They ain’t ready for Guns go pop and in this tore through flesh medically No second guess They dead or they ain’t Or fucked up spinning on the plate all head of state say it’s great
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Edited by Solid Log (06/25/23 07:54 AM)
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Hollywood
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When your soldier turns colder You roll your shit up Get them fit plus dead with lead with body armor instead of instant death You might catch kept a slug inside Hid the ride for Mikey Neides All bill they tide I got supplied By the eye My eye opened On Ganja spoken of the bomb fair as jokin’ No one care and society is broken People fucked up yo in This economy I bomb and stop and see I eye for flee flow fly is degree That shock them ride on speed Methamphetamine I dream of gleam For I cream. A human being All G in this Lead to dust Will it adjust I trust with no lust for life I blow the dust off the dice Roll them twice My mic itch Still inside and bill in the denied in this twitch from the cut
My meth ball was filthy All clocked herbs and still G Light up a tree hardly ever The treasure of Ganja was a lever I on sever head off The boss tossed the head aside and ride I glide past to protagonist I jam this shit Gun jammed will it to get slammed on I’m damn strong for a bong hit I float and stay fit Quit the rip up tip up sip up mix but tricks slut The bitch guts Ass and tits Flips a switch Will in stay in the mix I kicks a habit like rabbit chews carrot I bear it arms to alarm I don’t harm I’m old school fill in the pool now Drown all murderers down wear the crown I drop the pound click Rob you in the fog through the mind Why don’t you watch your behind on the grind I find people with no Ganja Have drug problems And I can’t solve them
We don’t belong here Steer queer funny from gun heat Heated up lead to tucked weapon With the weapon in the kept in The prison like Vietnam Veteran Who grow the Ganja better than most Chose to float coat a hope keep it high I can’t deny how sly a Vet get I got shot and still in step with the flex Murder checks the curvature of sets I rep the streets decks out the fleet Inspect the specs of the mission I was on position so in this fill in the children Weapon wielding I steel in it to real fit Go head to toe and peel rip you slow motion I’m so drugged I cause a commotion While sitting still A gangster ill off the thanks tah the Ganja Killer sticky bomb People want to float invincible armor with some charm Without the alarm burn A 3rd eye through the crime I Find the cap facts black jack the max Off the map I relax chill with the skill Until I wax I pop the pill shocks little kids I got so many lids of grass I count it as stash already inhaled Without fail I bail and let kids work it out impale each other brother
Drugs We got a mugshot who is not in it? I begin it with the victim Each rap crew bitch then I rip them off the soft easy listening channel I’m the only rapper and rock the stock animal I vandalize All eyes on the prize You realize your highs open despise Spoken jokin’ Tokin’? I got a Platinum rope chain All it sway in the wind It’s a sin to Soldier then Fold and then bend It’s hopeless I broke in with hits the dopest Get a smoke just Of Cannabis Adjusted for the ran blood step thug A drug what wasn’t at least cousin We plug in the system take a listen What you missin’ I fish in the deep end Six mend the each rendered helpless They selfish and bell rung Stung a cold heat from the bold discreet Meet tracks with lead raps Beat back the offense I can’t handle you you need a rinse I don’t flinch so you scared It’s in the scary air To show us how you unaware
We need Water Fasts Even a little food task the relapse on tracks I studied it with the done up trip Heat intense On self defense I heater in the fence Diseased murder Facts Rollin’ back acts that lack I max still in tax for the mask I wear I tear into torn born sacked up I sober so beware and I Vegan I didn’t dare eat meat at the Indian restaurant I caught a law on it So I shaw nuff gonna hit Bonus You fold into dust After lust what tracks must bust back I love Water in fact With a little Hashish I grease the police I down on one knee with LSD Got a GP I sold my soul for free I love to light a tree man I been doin’ it since I was a little kid and My shit is business I fisticuffs on a bitch bust Ni@@as be lackin’ the sackage package plus They attack little kids and shit I love my homie’s insight with the Hollywood sound bite I’m from Hollywood And it’s all understood Laurel Canyon The hills and I branded Platinum Plus
I rocked the small farm town From around the slum and up in the crown Servin’ down skid row All the hold up Shoulder colder than the butt Service cut Swerve in the jut out the run the mouth from down South Gang Talk Murder balk at the stalk clockin’ lots often Soft in The rockin’ nonstop with the hip hop jams We got a football team and The high school was where all the kids knew me They known I was groovy Like a cartoon on TV I grew my hair out So beware to skip a mouth From down South Fools catch a murder route I like the dessert section Of the country store I born in the corn rows To flows chose the trails I hike All derail this mic My lab is worth a stab in the cut Section 8 I see yah later then friend Adios we too close to dose I light up a spliff and propose to marry the atmosphere in the ear A dog tried to bite me Don’t spill it tight G
I got this last dance Got a chance to Romance with your hands up Protect the place in space face the bass Every ace relates strongly To the bong I prolong I used to make glass pipes gone In the head from Psilocybin bled In the style and I deadhead I medical Relax several blur the tax Torture To core you’re the mourning of the World unfurled All hurl up A truck got the nut on the job A slob hogged Fogged the dawn On The process Lots of recess Profess Don’t guess Reflex hit the chest Get the latest Fade this Made it Bladed Hated the player haters Skaters on majors Flavors Favors I savor All entertain in the lane Getting brain Change yours I pour colors Charming Smooth and sultry All result in heat Sweetness
The result was a jolt All cold hearted Car skidded through 3 lanes Splash brains Extra blood stains from the veins and main arteries All hard to squeeze I mic this type twitch Might ditch the car A soldier up to par WIth the War Torn scorn born morning I score in the game What they call it all solvent I maul tricks up Bitch crush your cut Smooth as a front On something stunt Got nothing blunt Hum ding the wing for they King me Static emphatic Graphic tactic tragic Magic herbs and spice Device with the ice I splice Cables Heat up they way full cups of ales Tales told rolled Bold with the sun splash Balderdash Got all your class Mask the task at hand Brand Land the hits Serve to exist word
All an LSD tab Modified in lab ergot LSD cold shock Those who propose a stock sold Cold in the Goldenseal Reveal Mics wielded nice Bit the ice off twice Murdered dice rolled Controlled Polish sold fifth Remove the clip And dip Lighting fix fighting with a sip This mic is lit Hype all crews type of fit LSD and a tree Smoke freely Cheap smoke free with the grow Seed sown Lead you alone Lamp in the dark park Shark a narc’s money Gun heat Sweet roll sheet of LSD Nice with the skis Trip with the freeze Flip all of this keys I clock Platinum believe I sold them fat sacks with them Told your roll to Wisdom stick men I gotta go so I slow up I fold mushroom told it bust moons and stars No matter who you are You a shining star Wizard In the blizzard
Excuse me I saw a movie where MCs be leakin’ through tombs be In the room with weed Plant a seed breed pay heed Got this bleed suffer Stuck your culture a vulture circling Hurdling girdling stir the thing Word it bring Knew it’s King Food the singing All mood ringing in the spoon feed I rule indeed Got the Pot a long time ago Now I still flow slow Off the hold For cold golden rolled in sold Friends of the old intend To do it fold bread I wool as cold as sheep’s fleece? Bust a grease at least got the meeting Seating in the front row beating Teasing leasing space Real got that grace With the mace Out of case All your freebase Taste the fakes with spades off the grades inhaling flames Murder maintains why I switch lanes Then switch back again I want a cold Mac 10 For whatever reason Season in the bleachers Rendered teacher hurt for bleeping out cusswords Bust swords to the core this War I got it tore before the glory of love Like a glove I tug a dub sack Mapped off static back hand bitch ecstatic Graphic plastic Glock Thirty inch jock
I murk a jerk with an iron shirt How curtains for certain Just burst in then the thirst end Service work bends Flirt with friends that spends time Offline a soldier cold crime that told yah Scold bruh all soul for the patrol on hold Folded again now I cold with the pen Got it to them old old men with grey beards It gets weird shed a tear now they fear Like tears for fears Bust in like a queer I got a beer and I steer the clear Murder up to tear I serve a small jar to get the cargo near Off large slow swing embargo here Got a hard snow I grow a flake ear Busted bake rusted take must it be fate Never hate I just late Got a date with the eight ball My weights tall All that all of it I follow spit with grits and chicken Watermelon gel in the lane felon All relevant with the aim The same Murder insane off the brain in the ale with the pain to feel the blood stain Warm wet bet it flex when they specs up to deck off the triple threat Got the Tech busted left now I beat my chest with the test to death All the rest can wreck an ecstasy tab In the lab with jabs at the stab in it to win it I fin to hit with this difference listed Glistened in the Sun so buns bake Break the fate off plates that Gold and Platinum
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Edited by Solid Log (06/26/23 08:10 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,695
Loc: Seattle
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Hey butterfly hands You ain’t got no swords on record for the play I blades this fool up He had beef Released the peace I got the East wind Bringing in the medicine I better than my old ego crushed free flow My sold neato speedo with the bleed slow I feed hold up I gold in the truck Cabin in the plane Engine car in the train I train and plaster brains all over the wall I stand tall Been martial since the call of duty That’s 1993 I sold a ski lesson To a professional Unquestionable how I go down the slopes for broke with a toke Platinum rope hooking up a joke I busted broke the cuss for it to so it’s different Listen bitch You got an inch worm My shit squirm through the Sherman I burnin’ All MCs turn in their pens I bend skirt the spread of dead with the Feds Busted break a leg Peg leg pirate the desired effect I admire a check with the flex Knuckles rest after bustin’ a bitch head I got a medical card and I in the yard I’m just a shard of the crystal meth Releasin’ my last breath Cold to death Froze your specs Left you with a hex My Mexican connect for the buds He bring the tropical so now I stop and old soul… That’s on patrol I have to rap then slap them up Back hand in the trunk sunk a punk Dump his body with the shotty he got shot For a lot of pot and Karate chop I practice Silat and Escrima, Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi Nice to see yah
Slippin’ off to Waterville I want that Kill Cannabis Instead I got a head that’s so well fed for my age I’m a sage I flow in rage with the pages Flavors just behaviors bust My made for thrust getaway lead them sprayed delayed Out the ray of sun A bun bake on the skate to make a date for the hate to serve his fate Murder is great I got a rake with a shovel and I tumble I mumble rap max a stack with a hacksaw Relax jaw all of it gone down the tubes Lube up with the Scooby Doobies My new breed is in flew in the indeed cartoon movie choose heat Got a rude beat on the fluid greet The feet I got sheet shot the lead caught offa buckshot with the plot for shotgun I rap a lot sometime I rhyme so times I flow quick Butterfly hands can’t scrap a lick so I sick with it It being the difference between the finished product Cocaine rock dust inhale off to jail with the bail bond I make James Bond float his dawn with King Kong smoke a bong Who wants lines of Snort? I rap a contort out the morgue for Porgy and Bess In the flesh got a rap for the best in Ganja Herbs for the murder? I always murder serve a Meth rail I went to jail again Damn! Where’ my pen?
This is liquidation Featured name running game Platinum Rap it sung stun the stun gun running thug who’s fronting I run thing swing my wings lyrics bring The sting to a bitch bust trust that Rollin’ fat with the crib painted black I got a hack offa drawers caught your fours on tour this is War I sure to floor the gas Runnin’ past make a dash with the clash for they ash I max a snack for perhaps murder lacks the sackage I rap binge never cringe on a hinge that squeak Got a geek with a briefcase in a seat suffering defeat I speak Greek I rock a cleat shoe on one foot through that ass Cold call class get them mastered Plastered on the secret origin of sin a beverage begin To render helpless I gel fists up the tell tale sign Relax recline unwind drop a dime for a crime I got fined Now I’m just fine I press rewind on my tape Get a rape had a scapegoat for it float off to soak I show a grown tree how disease and pest free dank with the stank just for me I nuts and speed for cuts like bleed in it as such For I bust I just understand the underhand tactics Back hand bitch and smack this Rap crisp all the time servin’ fools in mind for the blind
In the quad I speak to God Got a job robbing banks thanks for the squad I inherit the bearings on wearing static magic trick fix this I mix shit with piss and call it a dis I just missed the fist in the switch for four fifth Got an OG four four with the weapons tore through kept it Gold Platinum All solid with rap in the gem Pyramid men fearing’ it Women too and get screwed I play blues harmonica I bombin’ yah set with sweet bells I relish the jealous I melt just as help dust I trust that Fold my hat for magic trick fix this I trick flip the witness Wisdom abysmal WIth fistful of cash I ran a mash up Of rap cuts Shut the team out Now I lean down On the Green Crown With Psilocybin high dose’ round I eat the O.Z. I light a tree just can’t be? I pick mushrooms from under trees Deep in the forest You could ignore this but it’s important You sortin’ out your Florida lifestyle With racial profile Travel advisory not to go to Florida We born in a Fascist country Where blacks and hispanics is lunch meat For cops to run through beat with clubs Shoot them before they polite men with stupid I loop it and scoot a bitch pig into the signature swig of Psilocybin
Fixture in the friction or jurisdiction on a mission to witness the distance Unraveled I scrabble map babble got tabulate Servin’ eightballs of wall for scrawl like graffiti Colors come to life on sight Murderers bit the lyrics I tear into trip with thickness Sickness is the wick in this thickness My fin to dust it kid with busted lust did it to skidded death row slidded in Begin to sin they think they can win but only then ten men Reach out to see about that They serve that ass Lay them out flat I got a gat called a strap on the map with black I contact grey alien I ray of Sun to a friend gun I run from the Sun Rays that stay lit I like to bicycle my mic cycle through the likable type you pull in magnetic Forever let it flow head to toe On patrol for the Gold I sold my soul for the scold I rolled I got it to fold up I shoulder butt anyone who done it I run it from it the basement The taste meant misplaced hits The lace with trips in the pace with the styx I rips apart dragon dart in the function sick that art is a smudge on a canvas A soldier plan thus to bust I got it was it the product? I bomb threat the subject hub set to love bet I troublesome I need the Mac 10 I’m tellin’ you that shit on glue Coca murder Cartel assassin on motorcycle I hype pull a bite fully off the bully should heat nullify defeat I don’t think so that sound sweet like a sweet treat Get your Gs and Ps
An orange window As the drug ring grows the wind blows All everyone who show up get let in the cut I service strut Release the peace and murder tweet Bust a treat for a trick this mix in it quick A little bitch get his head clipped by the trip I flip a dip in the knick of time Diamond mind seen reclinin’ in Sunshine All gemstones you find I bind within’ the blind to see See carefully for you aware glow the bully hold heat On the street all I meet is the defeated I cream crazy hazy with the beaten up all seeding struck by leading weapon Death in the section a reflection of connections with direction I best with the buds to cut up cuts on shut outs No murder route comin’ now a run down the town so fully lounge profound I grounded my pounds skidded in slid in a little different the children bent I fill invent the seal intent the soul quench the thirst for first place Base the case on a makeshift arraignment with criminals in charge They from the basement at large I charge a hardcore source before War got to the core I tore the whole place down here come the frown How you like that now? The power showers from above called the Sun with Hydrogen I like old bent indented paragraph laugh at the small stash of cash I release relapse on condition facts of friction with the task To list the disses in my rhymes you flow everyone’s minds
Stabbin’ ass a bronze mask servin’ blond flask Told your past report the stash in it at last Task a stance to chance the gang hang by the lane in the glance Maintain a A in the plane for insane flame rip the game Sound strange my flow deranged off the page Been told sage I old age release a blade so I don’t get sprayed With the gat a murder stat with the back in rap act hack The max tax a clasp on strong bone along zone Phone home with the prone got alone in the clone for stone off bone Show roll hold that sold fat told cat to gold wax off the blacks Got sold on the rolled on folded shoulder butt the colder cut Strut that butt across slut guts cut with the stunt A blunt front on this I hold the twist up the J ray did the play skid Tank lid flipped his hidden dart exit smart text work shark For bark on X that tarnish varnish the garnish was hard edge I started the mark fed the red dead a man bled off of edge This rap sledgehammer with the hammer commander I plan tah Ram yah jam yah got the fan and dust us up the trust fund What on Sun gun from the ton of fun for lung bust the stung I hung back crack max the tax wax off the lack of the stacks I facts spread this rap head all over dead with the lead spray decay Fade away and Grade A surgery they murder me servin’ keys With the fleece rolled your sheets up to speed cut the need but pay heed And don’t front
We like Psychedelic music The indescribable Psychedelic reflects Back check a meth rep Murder in the flex No Psychedelic I relic of the delicious nutritious I dish in it Wish the Psychedelic was widespread A deadhead got credit Lead hit the head fit the bonus to own this My harmonica does trippy shit Way I varnish a coat fit to smoke reefer I blaze Blues Jazz and Funk I sunk the twos and threes in a chunk Caught disease of the lump The Trip is lit I flow crisp Play music I just dissed everyone with my gun I sum of Suns and flew hits off I run the check from respect I come correct pissed off Murder with the Techs is the exclave rep laid rip raw blades I made in the shade like a layer the line down for the Crown I need to get out of town to sound the sound I like I nice with the horns blown awards Scored a core of the harmonic chord bells Sweet sounds that melt All types of Psychedelic effects
A sponge fission plug dubbed the mud step wade crept through Slept through it drew gun Hot Head with the Sun on Stun for a rung I club hum the tune too soon to spoon doom on you Here’s some Gong Fu run true Blades ray of Sun shade in it made Crisp a dish with the raw shit I dip and flex X Make Mexican food my favorite I lay in hits with stain blood drips It gets thick in the mix My bag of tricks has magic I was damned savage before I could manage heat Raw complete The Wizard of Oz pullin’ off jobs You got robbed of your hits I mix a fix with the sticks double Trouble been burned to rubble all them fumble ball I wall to wall scrawl tag bag a hag for fag sagging pants Take a chance in the lead romance roll Violence played it’s toll on these roll through hell I ring a bell and gel Max swell the ball called all of it and fall Into the pits Murder sits on the sidewalk and trips my mind hawks Lit Spit a dime rough I quit Further fit in the stint on rims chrome 20+ Bentley I live rent free so I got a cent to pee I smoked so much weed as a kid my mind slid through When I hit shrooms all my crew blew the set
I remember when I was trying to get some rhymes together Went from sponge to leather A little Heather got me on meth too clever Way I step rep the haymaker take yours off A soldier coughed I rocked herbs swerved got nerve I curve the perturbed I first in third place to relay race from Outer Space Bomb blows up in your face People ace I blow blades on a rainy day to play I like to dance I float a chance to the last romance I got a vampire I admire for hire I flat tire skid the wire on Acid LSD a flask to be in like G Men FBI takin’ Trump down from the sky Ask me why I hate the stitch I mic ups hitch strike that dis Type of clips that bike a hike off the blitz This shit fits right in I mice or men twice spend the ends I don’t War I from before the core tore I got to snore on your tracks Facts is I rap biz handle the distance chance the answer lamps The dancer for the monsieur I pure manure for the cure I soak a skewer and Barbecue I got shit to do so I screw chicks
I broke out the wing bone So I could get stoned or high Sativa eye in the Preacher My feature was copping weed off the street blur The times my mind smoked a different kind every day But you gotta ask for weight and pay extra I had the hydroponic connection right next to where I lived But I got tired to give Blinded by variety I dyin’ to see the Tropical Sativa Top and you beheaded dreaded fledded My medic edit the credit I said it I dead hit the heads up split the cut Down the middle but I sunk a chump’s front for a stunt to tell riddle A griddle cake fakes it ache for the take on drugs I got thugs movin’ meth rugs pulled out from under your rub backwards From a sack towards Ganja Land at last We can cash that one out no doubt A murder route was unheard of shout The Max is what it’s all about I got a diamond so don’t try it The Wizard blinded sank behind trips of the mind flips Type to get rich with no hitch and sick six I mic mix up the fix for hype bricks of dope Cope with it roll different hold a new beginning and get winning fights With insight it brings knowledge which brings Wisdom I been some shit Even dropped out of College with an armed robbery charge at large
Cope broke soak I roasted off the toasted brain lane in the claim For the Flames I got names I take can’t fake it People hate it but I’m one of the greatest Starbound all around you could clown to the sound I clock pounds and pounds Ten pounds of Green when I was a teen Me and my homie extracted oil in the dorm kitchen just listen to it sizzle For hits pulled I rip fulled it up fill it till it bust will they trust me ever again? Doubt it when I shouted to a frown spent rounded up the posse My gang drinks a lot of coffee and soft heats up the Water to slaughter I caught your rhymes times I cold offer for crimes to do time And again I send I bent so lent the torturous mortuary trust that bust Later on I’m a skater till the dawn through the fog As a weapon I kept check in the game to wreck then, my name Etched in my brain I got slain I jock the play as a way to say hey then A ray of Sun bent offa lent adventure sent core the texture for more People cause War over less I’m so fresh I never second guess The flesh gets torn up to score cut in the mud a puddle I shuttle past the class with the ruckus that fast to dash like it hype I sped to the task and rocked the Mic
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Edited by Solid Log (06/28/23 07:42 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,695
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 11 minutes, 57 seconds
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Don’t even try to creep if your reefer is in between your lips Suckin’ on it Duckin’ spit Like hits I mic trips I got the licks that take flicks For stabs flips Nab the rabbi and damn I Can fly My mind walk by Hold a Hawk high I scold caught frying Platinum Not Gold sold on the stacks of lenses benzes The freshness is within it I spin it Down the drain the limit With the gimmick command the sick victim blam! I cold ran the faucet I tossed it in the air I’m a player Get it gray hair My beard is short I court a mortgage fraud I applaud the law and all the jaws broke I toke reefer again one day Duck that gunplay further they slayed I made man In command of the suntan with ray ban I cold camera Damn and yah a fan of the thug Murderer
Cold sold the master The pasture farmed hasta alarm antibiotics and dope Smoked the cow I allow cows to grow On the farm for they darned tasty I baste the beef on the Barbecue What you gonna do? My whole crew is in on it too We use kung fu to kill the cows All the law allows is death blows So the homies froze before War was fought over whose cattle caught forgot I shot up the stock of the farm My charm was all they harmed I got a yarn to spin to win In the country position Deep in the farm I got it barn The topic I stop hit the flock lit On command scan the land for brand marks on the cattle Rattle off the toss I boss the cookie took a look see I shook heat run the street That heads to the green acres I take yours away They mine now WIth Donald Trump the law allows that fat cat
I made first contact with the Grays Aliens They lane is the blood stained way in To fame red is head From lead spitting Gun a snake come from the dead Soldier fed War To score for the tour Off planet Earth I have to do her murk Shirt got hurt with the skirt lifted Gifted MCs sneeze when they see this cheese I breeze past class with freezing cast Disease in this perhaps Why I swim laps and craft raps I cap a dead fool up in school for fuel I duel with pistols Fist fulls of cash cause a rash that stash I max the maximum I had head said medic exit on command The Sun planned I ran a gang Got this hang shoulder kango hat How they like that is brains splat Further gat hums the sat in some from the ton Of drugs Hugs get you rubs for the snub nose pistol tugs The whistle out the official’s mouth I short a spouse I got the crowd to downtown though So I blow slow
Lay a plate flat and scat Skittle Scabobble wibble wobble Toggle the switch throttle with the mix That shotgun Fix the hot ones Sick The mock ends the talk begins of Peace A Soldier feasts Serve at least The breeze for fleeing all GPing I’m gleaming right this wrong steaming strong Belong to the cement But I adventuresome I let crews hum a tune that bruise use lose fuel and it’s rule done Mule brought in the Cocaine from Columbia The sum of yah Drug and cut up strut The walk what? Mutt a sure to front hunt for the dog that stunt Bunt a ball is all it took to shook Take a look at yourself and cook Rook a book awful awful that’s dreadful I said full up on Gold molded I cold did it freezer plan the jam and folded Hold it Wait On this date the great men of our times skated right by and The dimes they copped sent shockwaves through the gazes Phases out shouts and hollers dollars cold collars and scholars I maul yours with broadsword and it’s all good I shouldn’t so don’t wooden in with the stick Lookin’ trick sick with the twitch Good and this is a simple magic trick To play scrabble lick the fence and dabble in self defense
Gettin’ high All straight the jaw That’s down by law and crawl Through the passage to match this Trashed kids with hidden agendas mention this Constantly dissed Get your list of drugs you want straight A fate awaits to take you to the crew Guess who? Yeah that’s you Imagine the witch’s brew of the stew That rule! All cool trip the fellowship Tell it quick to sick the mix on fix A lightning stick with tight in quick Might this rich kid stitch I flip your bitch if you can’t handle The tangle up duck when I cut Sluts get shut Toward core for this floor to understand your self A healthy thing that swing is the wingtip I bring thick with the drugs No thug gets a rub without a dub sack on his track to the max I flack sprayed gats played with The rain kept pouring Like I’m touring Vietnam I got the bomb dropped and calm stop the violence A civilian stylist Cold weapons Cold check in the section flipped A Mexican drug trick is to plug hits I miss the Mexican Connection A reflection of direction in drug lesson number one I got a gun that hum a ton now Reefer allowed the street to be defeated Completed mastered I’m plastered the rhyme bastard That toward the scored sack jack a black jack With rhymes rap and mind stats intact to the reaction Got that stacks son
All what’s the commotion like lotion I rub wet in to jet then Extend the crisp flow twist a signature four four at the door You want War so I score been tore between human being all eye seeing Mind gleaming double teaming some say steaming but I’m beaming Like Mercedes I clock all the blades and ladies Might act crazy To amaze with heat something sweet you can’t compete I got it splendid the head hit the dent the shit with flip I mic this up lit I need another hit and another and another A brother hit up some word Like bird I clock absurd rhymes you heard Coming out churned From this human weapon no half steppin’ I reppin’ cause my sets been hardcore I got in store the core with poor folks? Hell no I crack jokes about rich blokes Hundred spokes on my coach I float in the moat of your castle No hassle my rhymes they lasso brine in the sad song Hit the bong the spice of life nice with ice try it twice and heights reached Time breached my mind seeks the dime piece I cold fleece Static with rabid dog fog like smog I turn cog and relax the job Heard you got mobbed Sorry Like Atari I play it out far heat to car seat My bar beat the yard complete Del Mar so sweet Body surf for the jerk Get a perk and hurt I got it to shot hits like progress with suspects Undressed now I guessed I left it like that Rollin’ scatter antimatter I flatter on a platter Clock your data my rhymes hafta chime in my rhyme begin to climb unwind Up the mountain you could find a fountain to reach rhymes like each Commit crimes till I’m deceased on a leash peeing on trees Fee charged at the sarge I got it large to fully hard up struck men till ten
I got it concrete on this bomb beat Heat run the street except skill that kill defeat And ill I still until the will been bill I mill grain I’m insane in each lane with the beast’s brain I exclaim the flame in lane for each game the same as name Come came Deceased aim with claim remain a species drained in the entertain Got the Police ashamed of the way they did it
I push the limit for digits to flow frigid Get your lifted at rhymes I’m gifted I stick kids with blade Made in the shade this rhyme like grenade It explode and sprayed blood all over A Soldier told yah I scold yah come bolder for folder with the shoulder hurt I got it work perks into dirt for the shirt it’s curtains I rhyme for certain put the murkin’ I’m lurkin’ Behind the scenes with cream I mean I’m spaghetti limp Like Freddy way I’m gimp Like a blimp I flip in the seas crimp disease offa cheese For freeze to bow down to your knees A crocodile’s teeth smile like I gleam I seem strange on the page I flame upward With a cussword I’m curved hurt a murder further Merlin the Wizard Was what is it I digit seven eleven kids can’t skid on me I’m still gonna freeze I like the breeze holding my keys in the skeez did the need be
Martial Dance! Here’s your answer to the Y in the World I twirled around with blades Got this shit aim On fame for famous blame this for my blindness Behind this I have fun rewind this with gun I Sun on Rays for it stays playing What I’m saying is like ray gun Space Age to get it laid back I stayed stack of Cash relax and maximum I tax you hung back and rung I brought a action to satisfaction This rhyme can attack and then We back again Rhymes wrap and send I lent a coin to a boy who’s a toy in the flame I aim the same as squad name Got to have it the blame falls on wallet but I call it martial I’m partial to heart full of soul Rock and Roll Stroll through Cold bold to told you so I blow 30 below zero I G like this my mic itch ripe my hero I Psych lead the lane on strike I got the shade in hype All types of drugs all types I hugged in the rug rolled up snug I a bug with the plug pulled Wool in the socket leads to clock it Don’t stop it I mock it With rob rich in the stitch Sopping wet Cool your jets
I could scratch off keys Or get down on my knees and beg please Don’t kill me, loot me, pollute me All groovy listening to Deadhead The movie is instead of The Head Heat The medics make it complete to unseat The deed done is spun off the Sun I gunplay murder in the way Conscious I bomb hits the charm is wet I infest your garments bled into you colors I sultry culture word I’m a bird so I nerd out I got a route I take and bake I like to make it great so I skate I wait and take the bait on the date I hate to take it as fate and release the state Let’s not bet gamble and ramble on until dawn My lawn grew I puke when I nuke the song drew me in I trip so let’s begin I sin a little bit I fiddle split the riddle get Middleman wet with profit to top it I wish they’d stop it I pop it and rock it lock it to shock the mix bag of tricks I mock it all of it to shotgun drawn On the calm seas you could sail feel the cheese And rail off pale with the cost to be the boss I grow stale Way I’mma mail in the check you gotta respect capitalism In prison with the tech pointed at my head I said can’t we all get along and listen to Grateful Dead?
I don’t support murder But I heard a Gangster further than far out I shout out to the sets that live in Peace My set fully released I grease the heads up Still some gangbang It’s a hell of a thang to stang like that in rap you bet I step to the rep drew down and crowned the town All around I see down Gangsters found I lounge toward the sword I play Stay laid back stack a act that strapped I’m tired of meth Meth heads with no trip is serious Trouble fear it gets in the eye Wonder why I seen a gangbanger cry and try to make up for lost time I known a lot of gangsters blown on the phone the microphone Is shown to be a device I so treed up I dice ice twice too Out of the blue so sue me I tune in for free to the Scooby Doobie Cartoon movie I rule heat on the street Compete competition let’s listen To a gangbanger take position On a mission I glisten while rank and file pile on backwards to stack Gold and Platinum swords Of course the force be with you I real glue in the track Murder came back you heard uh rap music Most tune out don’t know what’s going on and smoke a bong I grew up in Los Angeles and that’s as deadly as the Gangster Sets get I breeze on trees again one died Sativa Tropical Sun Ray
Opium pipes Hypes in Opium Dens make friends with microphones Dwelling on hell in the selling telling the tale without fail I bailed got an injection in the section with Fentanyl at the hospital Vicodin profitable it’s possible To stop and fully pull heat down Lounging scrounging up the ounces My mind pounces on types of strikes the juice fountain is all mine In time I rewind stop on a dime recline and find A new groove Sooth the smooth move with lube I choose Chose to found it flows grows I knows this without rollin’ down the list For a twist I exist on the existence I rinse knives in the kitchen People didn’t listen to the system thumping rip and a drug thing I must hinge on bet forget the step and X out Read a route doubtful to allow pull My mic is dull I hype up wool Psychic like it until the strike liken into the null and void Avoid toys on the street beat my feet on the trails bicycle My type did hail Check is in the mail Or I’m goin’ to jail The way all say strong is the reckless to check this way ya’ll Move in it tunes don’t sweat the Dead Show was better than the fold Music sold me on an old G Cold be the sold keys
All ill in the trashcan I puffed nuts scan with the suntan in the land to jam On the fam I killer I type to fill up hype Who’s iller than Mike? The ripe what it’s like yo? I ring in control Sold my soul to be solid Gold with wool Did it skidded Ridden a horse of course I come different You figure it I take a swig of the nut brew to run true How do you do? In this life I’m screwed The tune I sing is of the ruin and I could sting But I don’t won’t sho nuff Platinum did it back at me I hit up the big sacks of mushies That’s mushrooms to trust soon Like a spoon of dope I cope with it Broke sifted through the land to stand tall And proud out loud I service with a smile all the while Retile my bathroom some attack soon Whose moon is it tonight on sight with the right wing? I think Donald Trump might bring the nukes To shoot at people he sound evil He might be feeble minded I rewinded the tape to play it safe I know some people got raped Like an icicle the Mike will full up Run a truck move in the groove Heavy Truckers At the intersection I saw the reflection Learned my lesson Never stress in this life My ice came at a heavy price I shot twice And rolled dice
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Edited by Solid Log (06/29/23 09:09 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I changed my bone marrow back to zero for this hero Crippled 13 years and don’t know where to go Except a Grateful Dead Show I roll in the Oldsmobile Steal the wheels of another vehicle’s I real with those death blows I roll up cold cut in the nuts I shake butts Relax strut What you want? I get so ill I fumble until I straighten Got a date in the playpen To arrange men It sound strange when People cause mayhem And can’t relate to martial art Eye got pulled apart in the dart I chart topper Clocker robber of the cradle with the ladle to spoon fables Room is in the cocoon I shock tunes with the rule crisp People get dissed and released the hiss It sound weak when people speak I’m related to the hated crew Royal Fam brew So what’s new with you too? I’m waiting to get into the crew For real with the steel Soldiers peeled caps But didn’t call it that I don’t know what you call it when you solve hits in a War Don’t want to score employ more heads Bread is said to shed the bled bloody I made myself a bloody mess Suicide professional in the underside I ride
What you wanted from drugs? To front like thugs smoking all the blunts they want? I’m professional with the section 8 home on meth But before that I tore the flamethrower Lane glower belower the ill shower To go on tour with your crew that drew weapons?
Never that and never half steppin’ I reppin’ the mind fist Sometimes I might twice roll the dice and shot nice I got it Mike’s is chocolate To rock it in it and handle business What witness got this the product that rocket? I shock with hits so stop it with those trips I seen trip I mean flipped released hits Drip my brains in the game they call it My wallet fat and I soldier black and blue with true blue American grew grown All mics get blown When I show up I roll in the cut to tuck the weapon I like a double sword award WIth double edge or maybe a sledgehammer I handle all of it and jam on the thirty first my thirst quenched For cash relax and max in the pool like I’m cool I’m Psychic and rule the type A personality Don’t challenge me You lose cause you snoozed I don’t like your attitude It’s rude You disrespectful and need a check fully You gonna get beaten up by a bully that pull heat
I spark maximum in the crib Till a nurse hid in the glass ceiling Revealing her wheel deal feel good be done smooth In a groove all I do is move I gyrate and shake spin take the place down and then Back up again Someone robbed my friend In the club for a dub sack the end of the bomb back A sucker recommend that I stay strapped I don’t like that Don’t need a gun for fun or number one son I stun crews in the twos and threes Drop down and squeeze the trigger They figure mafia hits deliver kids to crips bloods and all types of thugs I love ghetto love I’m from Hollywood And the boys in the hood are always hard The homies livin’ large but they ain’t in charge Of the martial plus I’m wet partially a death threat impartially I just started to see MCs flee when they see me Like breeze in the trees I rustle the leaves Want Coca leaves up the sleeves I max in this with ease for the cheese everyone need But get your bleed first Or else you die of thirst with your face in the dirt and hurt permanent
I want to drink all night long! Plus hit the bong! Hit my long Johns I got it strong in the system I know how to mix liquors But they too expensive The rent slid through my fingertips Lightning sticks in the exciting flicks My mic gets tripped I slipped up a job through the skull got dull I love it yo. I fully pull and want a wooly I sold heat on the street for guns to defeat on runs for slums Buns bake when I rake in dough I in command control and roll Take a stroll through the hood If I should tangle and handle it A vandal split when he saw me about G Vandalizing I’m realizing I’m surprising in so many ways So many days in jail And I can’t make bail I sail on hard liquor My blood thicker in the mud I strut too Make a cut crew take it up drew the gun For fun I disarm with the harm’s way a lightning strike delayed by what I sprayed Way back in the past after class smoking stash At last! We get high again and fly by men We need strong drink! What do you think?
Meth blindness You could hit and find sick To spike up on a trip Rewind thick The country atmosphere was where I steered Travelled unraveled down the back country roads at night On Meth Gaining insight it’s impolite to fight I ignite I’m on fire and get higher I got a sum I heard one and done Where I’m from is the city So nitty gritty look at the country so pretty You could push a buck fifty And still Country Boys make you history We got them boys and I avoid the toy kids In corn rows slid in It’s different but I’m bent Invented the censorship mind drips My recline in the thick of the dry room For Ganja tops and clocks real venom You can’t let me in I’mma destroy everything Since eleven been Smokin’ and Tokin’ It’s no joke to have the Ganja rope on broke steady The heady medley of the deadly I’m readily available For combat assailant pull a weapon I jet in or out Depending on the murder route I give a shout out to the country It’s something to see We get it funky on the trails Hiking I’m biking up the ailment striking and loving life in the country
I’m an old honey head I want your money dead on the spot with gun shot funny not My funny gun heat with run street with the dope beat I got a fleet of craft you ask a task lasted and plastered offa honey I gonna drink rum G I got a hung parking meter at the two seater parking space If I get a ticket that’s my ace and front that G pack I tilt the seat back relax and rush On crack cocaine spark it and aim flush the blood stain down the drain Don’t complain if you in the lane I refrain from barking I’m harking to a new wonder from down under for the number one spot I got it cold cocked my honey I Glocked for it to gun tore the hit Lead spreader the flesh redded up the session for profession Fuck that meth I learned my lesson I drink like it’s a profession What your session like? Comin’ up bowlin’ strikes no Gold on the ice with the mold cold I rolled it Honey was the shit A gun clip I flipped 7 digits with it in prison to get lifted make the decision I got the vision for a tight ass invention My ascension through the ranks ganks everyone’s mention of heat I’m from the street serious I clear streets that deteriorate on Police plate Fuck the Police in each Police state I hate Unless they psychedelic they can’t tell it Spittin’ yell shit at me Boy you might be needin’ a drink of Psilocybin P
I’m doin’ life Life like in the hype swipe a dice game clock life aim At the flame you came with The same twist as the name lift I strike crisp type fist the lifelike twist Someone pissed who missed the life sentence I make it back with bench press In prison you forgiven of your sin then Evil Men and Women for life it’s forgiven strike The children hype off will them Nikes Goddess of Victory they can’t get with me It’s life like trees in the breeze shaking leaves and flowering tops What life type forgot is the might will and get caught smoking pot I exit the clock life on the block for mice and men walk Stalking hawking on talk I cold wreck shop All life was on your loss boss I don’t toss it up Raw shit stuck to the ceiling Revealing life is wielding weapons No half steppin’ to the rep then forgettin’ How you got in so stop sweatin’ Life taught you a lesson Never second guess you turn fresh Bills get crisp Wallet thick Platinum Ice watch on the wrist A tight fist Life strikes a number on the number one stunner Top gunner and drug runner Life is a ton of fun in wonderland After you scanned came back to life and ran the mic fluid Just do it
We pop meth While they smile in violence Chi Gong was Death Until it’s practice to match this I light up a step to kiss this Tech Nine while inclined to decline I unwind I got a man woman and child On quiet while I supply it The style fit Recline bitten mild and sittin’ with style in the rep That’s reputation I seen inflation Hazardous tactics in economics Led to bomb threats and loaded up Glocks Non stop it pops the show stops Flow in tops of checks For this rap shit under the mattress is where it’s kept I reflect back on the inclined to violence While they supply this I shot meth for the style to profile Tech Nine They got in line for the practice to attack this Left flat with the elevated four fifth They rip and trip I tripped and ripped air so be aware That I scare I don’t care What you think We on the brink of violence to creep W trouble you in your sleep I count sheep
Everyone needs a nice house in the hills Chillin’ after grillin’ ice smoke nice smoke of Ganja Bomb on the Sun glowing hum Showing numb folks who toke the smoke too how to do I roll in crew Soldier fiend for something new besides bleed And it’s true Iced down drew down around the clown hound you Around the Ganja Tree grew produced THC crystals With pistils turned brown release the harvest now For Virgins this is the hardest they allow Don’t trip until you lift brains on Ganja let me explain Trip takes you farther than far out No doubt I got there with a joint in the air to stare down A murder around town was the crowd reaction to satisfaction We comin’ back son with gun release hacks from The tax that blacks out no doubt a murder route I shout out to crews who don’t rounded gang with the thang That slang jam and ran rabid entrance exit flex this Relax and check hits while they eat murder for breakfast Ganja is for Set Trip Mix it with wisdom I sick sometime from a gun rhyme Murder and I’m further from the dime piece Each easiest as grease to release deceased Meth is the death with all respect they murder flex and checks murder reflex
I came in dead from the Wu Tang Clan With the dragon stang except I hang back We chill and relaxed with the Ganja and Shrooms I maxed with the homies all stone keys I hit up Methamphetamine and started bleeding bloody Made all that money shopping honey from gun heat But I was DOA Dead On Arrival got the Bible of static Release tracks magic on weekends played black lands off weak programs The show slams I had the command so I understand understood How anyone should get in to wet in I take pity on a sucka MC It’s a challenge to handle with raw talent plus I’m valiant I met old heads I said I fled to the murder lead I’m deadhead Got the herbs so word up I can’t teach you herbs but We got major contenders raps blenders offa lend works that jerk We got pert plus Release thrust off the dusted I cussed back at suckas whack Max an Atlantic Ocean stack for the potion I caught flack for the broken Spoken soft I come cold calm boss from off it tossed In the vehicle I move real slow mellow From head to toe I need high vertical ceiling For growing the real thing Ganja weed again Sativa to end with I dead skip the lead crisp off four four for the War to end the menace
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Edited by Solid Log (07/03/23 01:10 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I reached the cut off point to smoke a joint and still be hip My hip slipped I dripping Water now to caught off the bow of the ship I right rip tight clips when I’m in tight within insight I trips The brain will allow a powerful trip to happen when I’m the captain I stack them Drugs thugs don’t want They burn the buns of thugs and release plugs magnetic I reflect savage on trash baggage of Ganja when I manage the bomber I calmer than before cause my core settled like heavy metal I got the kettle to boil like hash oil in the cauldron to solve then Any problem went down the drain in intent to cultivate Ganja Yo momma lets you smoke now you choke as it goes down The wrote written crown is sittin’ on your head You don’t know it instead you blow it Ganja like people drink kegs One day you major player in the dope game layer down of shocks Like hot rocks I skip blows of feds I murder dead All the crowd out loud serve the town with red painted edit the saintly Like I date speed I read it read the blood need this ton of weed Come from the done gun deed with plead for some indeed it’s War To the core we solve this drug War with more, cheaper Grass Until everyone passes the class and stops serving ass It’s a monumental task actually
I’m experiencing a Water Fast euphoria Don’t mean to bore you to the core if you already high I love to smoke the Ganja buds and resin called Hashish We don’t burn other drugs We plugged on Psychedelics and the Cannabis I love getting high man I’ve been high a lot and produced product I shot up in my head high My body relaxed I Been in the tax for spies of mind design I Y In this eye bust and register the kill until I chill and eat something I’m tripping rupturing the brain it’s proclaimed By many as the enemy But I don’t see anything wrong with drinking Water or smoking a Bong I 3 Prong electric to dissect it My head rich with Hallucinogenic thoughts Caught off guard with a crystal Meth shard But we don’t pump the Yard any more it’s too hard And dangerous the Meth kill and just ill you I like a Water real smooth
I need to roll a Ganja Reefer and Cold Roll It I sold flips on hits of drugs I don’t thug I’m programmed to thug and land death blows Pull out drugs from folds in clothes I suppose I get high rose and dry eye I proclaim mind as my inside Heaven Plus the body links 7 I get ready I got a dirty connect and flexed some shit Text you rinsed Deception and since I been steady with the inches Of cinches to decrease the flinches offa benches Retention of this is adjust I trust life been spent chasing highs dreams For some fiends is this Gleam I got on A Water now all I need is a Bong Some LSD liquid so I could measure it rich kid Type of shit get lit My mind stripped of banal thoughts Caught smoking pot a lot Since I was little shocked The rocked brains criminal I spread eagled by Cops that see through blaze And read you your rights for daze I gaze at sun rays and stay high
The mind hangs by a thread while sober Any explosion of thought brought the end A mind tend to grow red in blood A mud cake make a break in fake A take on life like a knife severs hypes I hype like I lifelike I struck the ice I got the slice of life decisive I rhyme to live and give a mic five stars and thug I rub a drug off a plug victim It’s the sickness within the christen the glistening Missing been the category 3 hurricane With blades Rhymes in shades make rhyme displays grade A My mind did lay down the mind don’t play around Found ground on lounge in the scrounge for dope I showed up and people ducked I stuck in VR until par is deadly I’m fed heat steadily to the Nth degree My mind see dream feel for real steel I peel caps back and reinstall the accurate Saturate the brain to keep it straight in the lane Cause claim to mind exclaim I am blind With designed frame to unwind I’m the kind of guy who dry eye And sight the flight on long to joke around wrong Ways for days to fades this My mind remain crisp With a twist of material just like this
Psilocybin is a liver trip Not everyone understands my rhyme written Until they all bitten my trip and I overdosed came close the end with the lens Psilocybin tends to blow slow with Ganja Grow People head to toe don’t understand flow Until they promote to bite it I write it word Handle swords and spears And all types of weapons tears drip from my eyes in Heaven I write for brethren a martial skill gets ill I write this chill on the process I rock steps in line with Meth for the diamond I just drank coffee Get your stank ass off me I soft see to toss it up to be Be free for real I peel My mind style stay concealed in eye I wield try in this for the blind to see Rhyme like Graffiti I capitalize on the rise of street art Dart through a part fool uncool rule I use martial as a tool to get high I get high and write rhymes
All Glock this this eye red and a side of candy cane Rasta Irie Sizzle Water who caught yah? I block blur a word for those who drink it the liquid Stick into it with rip through trip fluent I just do it man I don’t have a plan or anything I just know that the H two Oh Flow That’s Water I caught your glance again You don’t have a chance and then I went rancid in the spectrum My eyes reflect Sun I glass a bum over for overseas with their keys broken off in the locks Sounds tops so I inspect flocks till my eye dry I will in it to Scry I’m a Psychic with training in the Witchcraft Since I was still intact martial I know the Magic A heart full of soul I don’t broadcast or lead class I smoke stash Become a bum what’s from the number people wonder Should I strike like thunder? Blur It’s curtains for the slur and racial catch a face full of venom If you run up A gun up Thanks to Meth to sum up the place I like smoking Ganja my ace for the place for the case for the taste
I take the big whack off dose Whack off close to Psilocybin inside men are dyin’ Tryin’ to fly in this with wings Brings tears stings are fears of swing Relight ring the bell until I sell the tight intelligence Irrelevance in the rebel yell blur burner ear curve and it swerved turner I yearn for the gloss to mega boss of the floss for awful A jaw full of fruit for flavor scoot thy neighbor over for loot behavior to occur I shoot the murder bullet comes fullest with the Gangster BS I profess to undress the opposite sex when I flex with the Techs I regress to digress Ganja hit the chest I reflex ingest the OG Heady ever ready to flow steady on this medley I head heat down the block beat of the stock read from the Glock You psychotic to stop hit block rep obnoxious with your BS Gangster threats I wish you’d stop sets I rocked your ass to death until it toppled progress To lock rest in the soft undress the cloth so I could flow off and not Without smoking Pot time forgot to cancel my license like Mike Tyson I heavy swing wrote this I’m the King of delicious For Christmas I gift Pounds Of Pot the inference to influence in doin’ this twist one for the Kingdom
Tripping DOM with the cement bent offa vent Recharge the amps break the chance flash the lights out by avalanche might sound A ground state bait for skate to take a mace to the face and chase it Freebase lit we hype on a spaceship with drugs of all types Makeshift on the wait list I’m on a plane missed flights came distance The misfits misintent to sent you to spent you through all crew The amp game is nothing new we flew through hawk child served a while Hyped up with style plus a smile to go a mile to burnout We learned route the further shout out the route of gun pulled no doubt It’s paid in full ray cull the cold out the mold sold high bid slide through skid My mind slew indent the paragraphs and laugh at a weak stash It’s top brass crashing class got the cash to make hits match The latch lifted gifted students lifted through it to do it I ruined hits with flex intent To entrance the dance the forest intense the glorious pour and just bust On a M.I.C. trust we guts the fish fresh filet for the day to play A sun ray made men we hit up Yang blends of herbs We lookin’ for drugs word we sure did pluck with strike the nerve Hyped up serve the type cut with the strut that glutton fucked in We get it rough then on DOM
Deceased at the AIRBNB I release keys that grease We don’t want methamphetamine we cheese of Ganja Green Herb To the East wind word Release gun and each hum like a bleached sum We don’t run We fight ignite against the evil powers of meth Blew you out in one breath Everyone who knows detests the meth for flex A Tech greased is easiest to preemptively Sent you skiing I G in the cement So all bent lead the fentanyl out of town for crown This is how we get down A Ganja Crown is rare With Psilocybin I scare and stare at a punk beware he or she sunk I don’t rap bunk drugs Thugs got the rub off to scrub off I’m super soft and boss my way through decay With the lightning spray with no delay Cap knows I’m the leader in the two seater I reach easier on Ganja Golden Fleece and I’m bombin’ yah Nonstop drama with the mafia I just stop and plug up the shock you got fronted on top of that The gat sat in the back of the act so relax and pick up jacks My murder tax to the maximum we don’t like that shit on Ganja Sun
We eat Ganja edibles to melt down on into what floor you seen true Don’t ignore gravity You so high you can barely ski A drugged up G with no thugged up Ganja is a love drug We hug and plug into mud on scrub this DJ to relay All that speed spray all over the place I got my Ace I took a big taste look I shook up and took up the bass drum On something hum like that We got steroid in the gat for flow flat to attack to the max I rhyme raps I light jacks up I’m sacked up but it’s still not enough We rough and tough Do damage on the scuffed up manage to cuff up the savage Meth heads We relax and Street, Feds Dead on it You need drugs and a long hit Troublesome with the double Sun like they release with gun I got the number one stun I shunned by the Christians who get pissed when I told them Jesus got lit then Saved Man Gold is the plan Told your man Damn! I run the barcode scan and release BLAM! I shot a man And stomp cold can in the run the jam fan of Ganja What bomb struck as a fucked up pluck of the murder one?
I make a dope track While I fiend for a sack HAHA! I lamp Cold champ to destroy in cold tank I rank high my flanks fly past no jive and I dance Command chance for the answer Down word as cow manure Sample the plural I hurl up when I drink too much Soldier in the cut Bombs explode in my face I’m the ace I cold rap chase The dap I get is grace For the sacks I wet when I jet out the place I serve a taste for the dragon Got locked up and still I ain’t braggin’ I hit the sag is the pants Gangster Thanks to the gangster thing I swing Rewrite a wing I hinge on squeak A creep with a seat at the game I gold flame up Need the Platinum truck to release once again My friend I bend dope lens and coat Show up and blow up I wrote The classics ram my dick up the ass real fast it’s Out of control the task is patrol I last with the cure for pure dope lure The kids in so they could win and spin The children of Israel!
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Edited by Solid Log (07/06/23 02:45 PM)
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Hollywood
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Get it crank! In your shank there I chop off the head of America I’m from the Sword of Buddha And run this right through yah! I don’t like Blue Blood in the mud with gun heat I run the Street From here to there And every damn player best beware I don’t like the glare from the Sun On a run I pick up a gun So you know where it come from I Sum some Run Up To strum pluck the guitar I lit this far out I don’t scream and shout I get the route I’m in Denizen of the Darkness Starkness is how it end I bend thoughts and caught with the Palm Red I break bread and Fast after tense Ladies and Gents I get this whence it’s Hollywood In the intense Over the fence we slam the ball out the Ball Park It’s the Dark Sword to spark an Arc I cut off Sharks I hit the bark of trees relieve disease We into drugs and chop off knees Stump the leg This Powder Keg
I’m lit! Pass the microphone you spat upon I release into dawn all the pawns I wrong to kill they say I ill maintain The execution policy Of the dollar sign tree I exit with bleed Mean this to twist I read hiss from scripture I rip poor folks off At the soft junction People punch in the face With no Ace you displaced Fighter Pilot wild style it Mic the mile hit I written bloody The Gun Heat run the defeat you And disease is true as a sneeze drew Begging and pleading You pleading the 5th and dissed Disconnected with your rap in check there You a square You gonna have a bad trip when you ripped Gripped the microphone and with this I mix in the hyper prone To all alone toast in the zone for folks Who host the town hall All brawl leads to crawl Now you just off the wall Charted sprawl With the law Up your ass You got cancelled class Release that head so Fast!
I smoked tons of grass Then hit the trip Everlast My trips peak and solve Gather all the strands together And whatever is clever It all comes together solved Most kids couldn’t solve on trips That’s the rough part itch The smart part ditched the trip For heroin and shit I release grip of cash I megablasted the Fast slid through the cracks grew All true as Blue I maintain from the crew Of Sword Won the award for my Warfare I scare in the air Release shots and defeat spots I recommend Pot And tons of it Don’t get that gun lit when you trip You gonna trip You stop trippin’ Serotonin lift in this I love a Cocaine hit of Crack Off the bat I satchel of back pull Full heat drew The seat off the pants Dance like avalanche My card black and stances Crept up Glances of the answer your phone core I swore I would never leave trip Everyone tried to ruin it But I come through with this I fully risked my life to get the knife I’m in for life
Mom and Dad need to get back together again I wrote a letter to the President My residence was illegal In Florida I sorted it out in court with the 9 mm For sport I drew my heater I was wanted by the Communists And knew it A dead man shed through the skin and BLAM! I bucked them down with my 9 mm Mom and Dad was my Psilocybin
This bitch interrupted my trip She thought she was a trip Cause she had big tits I told myself I lit Right now and split BLAUGH! I shot the cops in spots that’s tops with my 9 mm Everyone’s heater was goin’ off But I knew the trip was soft I hit up the Kilo of Crack I got I said I hit up a lot Everyone got the onslaught I taught A kid to chew his Psilocybin shrooms Now he in rooms with the 9 mm Kids couldn’t compete with the heat adults got So kids lit up A kid got bit by a shark In park kid’s world darkened They harken back to a sack they smoked I toked its then broke out with the OZ Of Psilocybin Mom and my Dad got my 9mm On their side I ride for Psilocybin with the 9 mm
I smoke two joints and on point I got anointed with the ointment Hash Oil I employed with lit head I cracked some bread off I led raw stuff to cough off I got two big sacks of green as a teen I busted beans and trusted keys in it To finish it I diminished by hits that fit I sit in a chair and stare into nowhere Kids scared I dared them to light up split a hair that’s tight but They still caught unaware I flipped a fair level To let them off with a shovel to cover the skull and bones I left shit alone I got stoned Kids prone to get zoned on and hit the bing bong! I lit a wrong kid up to split some shit with? Never that, with that grip I sit and kick it Puffin’ a fat ass J but anyway I hold it down for the hay Gloss off from LA Hollywood Hills We in sight in tight with the children might Come will some night I in sight with trillion I fill in For a missing musician I list the instruments and rinsed In the cool Water I thought of the the last time I toked I booked it and soaked it Now I floss with the jet I’m outta here Set!
Let’s drink Ginseng Tea I heard you like to drink We got American and Korean just think? I think we should get lit So I brew up a big pot bet We all set? OK! This Ginseng won’t blow you away, But it strong alters your hollow words into birds And crisp heard of the flip side Inside I don’t hide my Ginseng It’s legal catch a Wing and sequel I hit a lot of Siberian Maybe next time we can try that kind I unwind on herbs I hit a Ginseng bird for two months once It greases you up At least hits you duck It makes the 8, like Psilocybin There are related herbs and why I’m kin With the Chinese I study their medicine and believe It’s a Veteran deceived by the belief Of grief strife and beat with lead pipes and strikes I mics up the disease We need to get you some keys and some Gs You need to lead not follow Here! Swallow 6 of these pills and have a ball yo Tomorrow I’ll show you some swords and steps So you can stick with the trip for the rest of existence
I started learning new styles of fighting Modified my hang glider inside you hide Darted heart charted apart from where I started I got real smart did the smart thing Pulled a wingtip so trip and I lit constantly I got a bit bonkers actually Methamphetamine I rock the gleam still some seem a dream Fools double team Like they some be meant to ski went For the breeze I got the disease a long time ago I got cream Gold and a mold that folks beware of I’m a dove I rock a stalk for fought over War In store before I go to the core I make sure I’m alone in the zone people prone to accidents And didn’t pay to get in They want to punch you in the face to begin They think something easy I just Gs crazy off the phase heat some dead meat I defeat all other mind styles I got the soul for I bowl knock down all the pins Strike I might light a fool up on sight uncool but That’s the rule of the street off this each one Release gun suckers be from the carnage And garnish with parsley this dish complete I unseat everyone else I well spent money dealt with the gun heat All day I expect to get paid I’m in the shade You can’t see me I like to be hidden I written words so a curve can’t be bitten They like to get in But I don’t let them
I make some Cash Hit the food truck You outta luck I got a program that yo man I hold up scan the area for pirating and I might just Blam! You for being crew gang slew name drew aim and blew I shoe on the foot shook the took for this right inside I glide I hang tight realign right ignite the pistol while in this fistful of cash I served to ash got the mask on you can grasp for long hang on you fell Like ring a bell I just so swell I ball it tall with the lyrics rendered 666 I tricks a bitch servin’ hitch cold MC move and switch I ditch a figure that Cold cat inside told height hat with the ride on so I slide on hit a bong they be gone I flow on I show strong how I shot on the label stable way hella blaze jelly fat Roll through with the gat service was for a sack of meth I trip breath Release until there ain’t none left I cold rock it def to chalk screech outline be time I recline I just sniff my last dime of meth got to reup and Seth beat up My speed struck I don’t give a fuck it’s just back luck for sucka ducks Murder plucks further with a gun that’s word up from the master number one
God kept me out of the cooler I got the heater 2 seater Meth They busted both Pot connects in the small town Now it’s impossible to find Pot If you don’t go local you get ripped off Short sacks is facts why I switched to the maximum Meth and friends To serve ends I self defense it I bench bit off the stench at night Quench that thirst all right All this shit works You get shot on sight I’m not polite but I try to be Rhyme after hittin’ up a tree gang signs Kids flow blind and can’t design a good cap As a matter of fact I like to give kids slack for trying I’m not lying it’s a fact that dried out caps relax I need that Sun Tax lifted Blow Weed explosive gifted with the seed from God Flowering Tops cause Shocks in the uninitiated I straighten it up All blades in the cut It’s like Murder what? You need that Mean Green To tight the scene all a light the beam I triple cream now WIth the instant cash allowed Big bucks for the shout out But it needs Herb so word up hit a J or somethin’ stop playin rough and Slaying the kids with high bids I flipped it
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I was inside the mind Just when a dime sack flowed Release show up To blow up spots I got shot at Served with the bomb back Release react to stacks Murder Maximum Doin' life and rap on some tracks that stun Criminal Gets me in with women I fin to bust on a vision I seen Psychedelic Dream In prison they team up on you Gang attack stew in the back with crew Relax you drew back And clacked the gun Someone sung a high note It was Murder they wrote
It was freestyle rap Get on the map And torn your maximum Sentence that went with this Leave you defenseless I bent with drip brains Insane and light flames I mic maintain with the deadly strike I handle blades and shades Of color duller than your entrance Paid rent make sense So I claim with clips I since as rinsed In the back of the lab with mincemeat Murder complete Further than you eat up Reach tuck the heat drew All deceased flew in flown Mind gets blown And shown On the phone I hit the bone And dug graves Like slaves at two in the morning On Meth straight to death I dropped LSD And proceeded to pop Sheets lock defeat with the Glock
A Water Fast Euphoria Was better than drugs I search for cuts in trip Soap up suds and straight lit We gettin’ there You become unaware of the other World Rap styles unfurled You hit like a girl who never scrapped before This was War So we born true as seed grew like a Weed My Ganja drew in the fleeing fled Murder right up in the head I murder instead of the serve you bled I bled too so we blood brothers Like mothers of ill kids All children killed in gangs With they gang rags Servin’ I’m OG from Los Angeles Where all they bang is Crips and Bloods The Mexican thugs got the guns My homie got stunned with some bullets I seen him with the Grim Reaper All your either a teacher Of the Gang I hang with I rang mix the slang and bang with hits
Fools thought the Platinum chain Was Silver You get killed in here So beware Of the DARE program The live show jammed slammed and rocked I copped a sack of shrooms I hit them up I saw a vision of light ignite I got hype and saw red and white stripes I flipped a mic I clocked ice And was a dice roller Core of the poor was Soldier For the Country I ate lunchmeat I got to defeat MCs The Mushrooms led me into rooms unseen I flew in the breeze I saw cheese to the ceiling All wielding the double Double edge swords Jian I reinvented the wheel And wield the steel I peel back caps And feel for the max Be all you can be Don’t try to jack me You get laughed at and My Ganja Trees maxed that I’m a Phat Cat
I shot a light Golden Grill On Tequila Hill I might chill and top bill Remain on wax until these rhymes collect the tax Murder raps was back in black I service attacks with further blacked out maps I got the jack move on a whole crew at once I served them They fumbled ball and swerved then I had them learnin’ I burn in the sign I turn design into heard King in the mind We binding with contract So I’m intact and rapped about it I crowded a room with a spoon of Cocaine I got a brain that lit lanes Murder explains how fame is No matter how big you get you wet so bet Yep It’s a Tech 9 All release blind I saw diamond and reclined and Unwinded suntanned With the mind I understand I land on the Island Where they grow Sativa And tropical style with the profile Of Golden Child I lit up a joint and smiled on point
I’m toxic Poisoning cutthroat I got the gun smoke And blood soaked I got Gold and Platinum Ropes I toke Ganja smoke again my friend Let’s practice so you can match this Lift the latch and dance with weapons I don’t like to see kids who can’t fight We can write rhymes all night We get outta sight We relight the sword I award core at the store for the poor To tour in War I shore to shore Been born in a morning dove rub backwards dub I unplugged all the fake thugs and snubbed A fool lost his cool He got shot and leaked fuel I saw a duel with pistol cruel All mule for Columbian Cocaine Come through the lane like pro claim I got it maintain I light brains I dice game play with with mics maim Ignite into flame and right to blame The fascists Racist Cops and blacklist I hatch plans for crisp match this lens I bend bent Rent went out the door before I gone tore On the mic I roar
I drink 8 Ball My crew insists on the crisp 8 Ball sips I flip a mixture of it and something doesn’t quite fix Like lightning the brew bring unseen dream We singing clean about 8 Ball All murder on the wall was scrawled in blood Mud cakes in the backyard from Soldier Scarred I hit hard on 8 Ball My swords come from 8 Ball I grew tall then shrunk Took a dunk and sunk my chips lump you in the mix I fix an 8 Ball drink up It stink up the place when I get my Fresh Ace All over the space it’s empty Don’t tempt me I chill And fill this with 8 Ball Royal in this historic moment I’m a proponent of 8 Ball All crawl on the follower to the dollar store You can’t ask for more than 8 Ball I got it straight ya’ll Except I bent how murder went You was heaven sent before that I score on cats with floor mats My door taps the ceiling Revealing on 8 Ball all the wielding weapons My sword record on 8 Ball All 8 feet tall be ball I shall not fall I just get the call and call 8 Ball
I’m Platinum warping With a scorpion dart Morph your art Like Mozart I top chart I heart dark I mark the section and bet then I wet send the ends and the means I bends like disease I come free to infect shake your knees Earn your respect off these rhymes Ps I hold a Tech I sold fold in the Universal World I got curls and folds like explode Out the mold you got told off I roll raw and sold circular saw For jawbone all alone clone In the zone with cold phone I prone to disease everyone raps these now I graze like cow and don’t allow Beef to come between each Master that teach I walk the dogs on a leash Until rap deceased I got the plow I Soldier Pow! Hit your Gold Crown and nouns Renowned all around Sprout up from the ground Like Ganja Leaf I reach out and touch someone
I drew fluid and walk around in circles to hurt fools Whose crew is this? Motive I wrote it the song coated with sweet sugary heat I keep reading the seed sown breeding cut clones Greetings from the Stone State I like a Sativa Eye to get High But we can’t deny it only grows in the tropics The top flex in the wind Everyone grins at the thought of imported sorted high grade Aliens made the playbook to took cooked up I shook stuff down from the crown to get out of town For right now it’s allowed The whole crowd pumps out loud for the sound I got ground to plant Hand to Hand brand label Able and willing Murder is the killing they billing with Some hit top hits for hot grits I lift the switch and cold crisp Hitch the ride inside the mind to find diamonds Precious stones and blessed skull and bones I get rolling and stole on the whole long time ago flow Roll through the cold like bowling Ball and I scrawl on the wall Weed One I got a gun that numb up someone shot I sold a lot of Pot
I’m from the Order I scored a Quarter of Hydro Inside Grown Under High Pressure Sodium Lights People ignite fights on sight I got it write smoking I choke on bongs from since I was a little kid I rock the slid through project buildings People get killed with knives and blades I crews who fade true as day grew over into night Fools ignite fights on sight I Soldier colder than fold yours up in the truck interstate freight I got great weight of shrooms I moon the tune out room downtown You get clocked right now as it’s allowable under law that all saw A claw poke choke deep into creep mode and explode Ignite into fights on sight Training and explaining maintaining the blade keen with green bud I got about ten pounds as a teen I grew up with the lean in the party house Eeek a mouse I reaper slit throat cut broke loose and flowed nooses Around the neck respect rejection section wet when they step in It’s murder for the children inside the building
When I ski I pulse and spazz angle ass dangle mangling class entangled My strangling Meth Cap I write raps that slaps upside inside and outside I been about time to round rhyme the crime count amounts of cash By the ounce people pounce I got Pot Twelve O’Clock! Rock shot forth score Earth scorched tore burst through work drew On the chew I slew flack flew all over I’m a Soldier Bold move to show and prove I laugh at fools except those who kept in step You can bet some folks did a lot of numbers high hopes for pillage and plunder I caught a slumber party at the hard key to fit slide easy I’m greasy If need be I bust a tree talk that hawk I chalk up bodies I hit high head fed long keys of instead songbird breeds I met A lot of people and treated them as equal You don’t want to see the violent sequel that gangster bleed to
Venice Beach Each Gangster is within reach to touch We drop so much LSD we don’t head rush Get your head bust I score a bag of Green Lightning need tightening clean Exciting to reup on drugs Any thug not an artist got hardest hit by the trip I market rip the dark market I park it in step We got rep The Sun shine The smog get blown inland almost all the time It’s a crime in Venice if you ain’t local All the folk will notice you Unless you from Hollywood or someplace good I crawled down the alley every day to hit the beach I knew some Soldiers in wheelchairs Be careful I tear pulled out my eye When I notice who what why where when how I take a bow to the Police They don’t hassle me at least for drugs We got thugs and it’s a freak scene I came off clean past the sign that read Venice Beach
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All types of lights lights mics up ignites twice cut I got a ice shut out I gunned down around Town and pronoun sound like showdown All roll on the ground with around Sun Bake with the numb become a heavy head Sum From the distance run existence flip kits with quickness I need a new connect that check doubles To rubble scrub will fumble all crews tumble I mumble the words in the suburbs I curve all haters earned their set forget to keep check and wreck Any mic you flex and say next I reprehensible for specs That get you wool I expect the pull fully I could bully a null feed for slow to play heed to glow and proceed to blow up Show stuff under control rough and tough like handcuff rub backwards dub Most got stuffed in a suitcase and Aced I say grace that I 3+ years of heavy Ganja eye clear 20 year sobriety I like to think here and fear is what all rappers hear of They nearly rubbed out with one shout Ganja is too expensive I swift penmanship Plus no one got the time I got Ganja enough to unwind as such
18 moons around a planet to span it? Man I ripped I tripped made a Gun some from the Ganja rung? I never heard of a Gun until I rolled ice and stung I got it humming Coming back with the fat sacks of Ganja I need the relapse To attacks the M.I.C. properly You could stop and see Both cases was tight but my soft Ganja came through right I fin to run on true indeed Yes I bleed Rights to proceeds hype through more needs no one Spun with the Gun for fun? Hell no I become a nightmare That sight scare I dare you to try Methamphetamine I cream in the sack With the Stars and Suns collapse I flow taxed to hacks who can’t rap Facts is the stacks of green with the lean shadow locked at 45 Degree Angle I Star Spangled super hype tangled up in cords with swords I was born In a Forest with the glorious Shroom to cure this I More than just a fist law I’m a jaw about to get busted by law A Gangbanger flow stranger name than cold flame I blame Meth for all the Death you see Plus we got other drugs I sum with Plug One On Long Island
We rocking Adrenaline vibes Letterman Jackets to tack with I stack hits Gold and Platinum with the MegaSun I way back from the day I used to play in the teenages I pagers flavors? Before that Store bought rap was like BDP and Public Enemy Beastie Boys and NWA A Ganja flame lead me in the right lane No need to explain what Adrenaline like To those on the mic A super hype cousin plus buzz in the head dozens left dead Murder all that cold head said a lot I got the process to stop sets and flex on X Them Cold Techs sold an ounce and diamond I recline and dot spot the line With crime plus I rewind and You could catch the slime man I rap a lot I progress with a tackle box full of locks and steps with weapons I reflect in the distance from within hits since I was a tiny little kid Slid behavior ripped cold the flavor that dipped On Hallucinogenic I Death trip in the mix All day and Gold Spray plus decay In the way this is what you get For servin’ that Set
A trigger named James Who belong it and bomb flames with the silence Invite violence with the style hits My smile is lit intense over the fence hit the ball commence To brawl and fence my bomb weapons Crews try to step in but I win every time Why I rep for the rhyme I’ve got a roll of dimes And reveal crimes molded I’m Sold it to bold split the hits cold did it to roll spread All over Grateful Dead tracks max in the acts that flow relax Under control Where’s my Ganja Gold? We got legal and it’s the same price as Meth and that’s evil I don’t respect a government that rubbin’ faces in the mud And lovin’ it like it’s a drug for thugs or something Ganja and the rub it bring Inside party down King of the Lord of the Rings A Soldier sings his last song with the blasts from the bong I last long in the 3 prong electric Water connection with the permanent Set Trip Mushrooms for Breakfast to check hits
In the line in the way I hit up the display Rhyme blades with shades and delay filing in line to sway March of Diamonds I decay in energy when I tend to P up I lead a heat struck off of beaded ducts Need this thrust for cuts up the cemetery Real scary beware of heat greet a meeting at the standing Seating not stance come down like avalanche Relax take off a branch and chance a smoke I joke about rope chain mine’s ancient and rhymes blaze the vacant I hate trip where fools haven’t tripped dared Make scared niggas beware in the four figures triggers pulled All this dulled the edge service with a sledgehammer I bammer hit up the Royal Family Damn I’m G relight the Trees again plus herbal blends Further sends crews to the end drew up Throw up your sign in the cut up so what’s up? Punk ass causing violence and rolled the whole class
We OG with the Psychedelic and Weed Shrooms turned on and blew up straight no question guessin’ or sets tend To flex in this I rhyme graffiti and decease G who steps Reflex X up the stop to Techs that talk flex Murder checks in the wrecks Smokestack Lightning and that’s bet For flow in fighting I rep Detest an S offa curve for serve Inviting death into the squad Release all God of this mess I call it job Reflex hit up P with trees Sizzle the blind for dime piece I love a Water caught your blood hurt I bomb shirts that don’t work I jerk a fool around for ground To pump up the sound of Trip Pounds of Ganja essential for the tense who pull heat Automatic decease from the beast Show less
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spirit_shadow
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All of that is incomplete and/or run on sentences about meaningless bullshit. Rap is rhythm and POETRY. Poetry is emotion distilled into beautiful imagery using words as the catalyst. If you are going to practice then at least learn proper sentence structuring
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LOL At least these days he keeps it in one thread. You can hide the thread if it bugs you to much. Cause that guy would drive the grammar police nuts. And it'd be a short ride.
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Re: poem [Re: Stoneth]
#860399 - 07/15/23 01:40 PM (7 months, 30 days ago) |
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Off a burner soul searcher I get tortured Pain Flames up in names that brain’s lit Permanent I swerve and bet check the Sets I get a next call to follow hollow bones shown clones of Ganja My bomb was sewn by a farmer who grown the Herb for Decades word I flip the Bird at any nerd who try to smother lover of the verb Smokin’ a fire soakin’ wet retire and poked in the X to stoke what comes next You a joke I reflex hit up sacks of Ganja Black that fire I admire Hex all the liars and bets cheaters murderers criminals The Ganja seed was plural World owned by blown Mex is nice I roll a dice on some Sativa from the G burn all P popped and cheese copped I’m tired of wired Ganja is the higher flame with Ganja aim I wrote this to explain I exclaimed that Ganja wrecks streets word to the beat I heard to this bleep Out the cuss words Murder nerves on the Set rollin’ jet out the place like shoe laced Tied up disgraced lie but for sake of Ganja I’m on one for a long Sun Ray To sum up everyone needs to smoke the blunts, the fire and retire Street Thugs was the designer
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Re: poem [Re: Stoneth]
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Stoneth said: LOL At least these days he keeps it in one thread. You can hide the thread if it bugs you to much. Cause that guy would drive the grammar police nuts. And it'd be a short ride.
I was just being a knuncle head this morning. It doesn't bother me that bad lmao
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I’m burying the 2 short Chef Style The best mile I seen Now I just get tight in those jeans Reflect light beams And stress the impolite I rock it right I been in sight since I stepped with the Mic All those rhymes you write Can’t catch it hype To move the crowd We like our shit down Down to the ground I best abound in the lyrical swamp To stomp sucka crews from Vietnam Bruise all who choose that bomb I got it on I dawn spray the lyric to hear me out You could scream murder route Instead we get this cream Suckas fled A murderer headed dreaded beheaded I hit up red blood I got a lot of it To stop that hit Chill relax until you hook up You shook up with stressed look on your face While I pilot my Ace
My name Gold Tooth Rasta Irie Admiring a fire I caught fire when I smoke to get higher All the Ganja an all nighter I light up my lighter Get excited burn On one learn The turn it takes makes life Great Again A Soldier mend Anyone tend to end I got the friend who grow so I know how to grow too I light this in the Noon and spark like a ballon I float higher Mine and yours herb for times with Wars Stirred all blind like tours through Europe I hit Amsterdam and jam on some fine Hashish Gold Teeth Rasta Smokes each kind offered I soft serve a flex caught blurred On Sets My Mexican hookup got the Dank Sativa bank on that Rolled in Fat Cat stacks of Herb Word you Murdered furthered hurt up and burned buds later skater I Mic up all the haters Never tasted her Ganja Herb
Alight With the fresh Nikes Ganja likes my mics mellow Say hello to all the crowd Who got the pounds of herb? Don’t murder for it! Tell your government you love it And how it’s peaceful A deceased crew got at least a few cranks Blanks shot a lot from Ganja Pot Herb Word It doesn’t burn the nerves It relaxes helps with pain I like black strap molasses with the Grasses Herbs Ganja All hail the farmers who caught Word A plural of variety to spice no ice on the recline just Ganja Herb no crime Relax rewind All the blind can see! Is this Rastafarian? I light the blessing Suggesting some grow tips for my own kids Children all are my own I plant a clone of Fire Admire the more higher I get the more the War Wet Appetite for Ganja Might exceed the threat Everyone packs some guns or something From one thing to the next On Ganja we never flexed Relax steps to the rhythm Jah Blessing
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Stoneth
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He kinda emi me of that kid Buckie from Grownups 2.
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Re: poem [Re: Stoneth]
#860406 - 07/15/23 03:53 PM (7 months, 30 days ago) |
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So you want to cap some Meth! Light up the fire to see inside yourself be Ganja I used to farm it With the charm lit Rose and Frozen I cap ice like chosen to blows in the Wind Then it’s time for Crack Cocaine Further explain the name and why Ganja flame I light up with the right stuff to my name All souls aim Shoulder the pain Burden Of hard working Searching the Land for Brands Like Sativas is planned Beam yah up You need to get struck twice To understand the dice rolling On ice folding up Fold been tucked in so where to begin I began with Ganja My herb I hit it to get turned Like Christmas Santa brought the manner Of Star Spangled Banner All the forefathers smoked Ganja Life Liberty and Happiness And they back on the fence Speaking tense Get your Ganja herb and rinse off Shower Power in the Water and soften
With the 8 moon steps I reflect back upon The song I sang Birdie on Black! Learned all the keys in fact I sing on trees Like a songbird A reggae song word to the Herb Fire Get higher Off the tunes The room swept clean by Ganja Lean Beaming with Love and Peace They don’t like the Fire the Charras With cursive writing I’m on a Fire Reggae display Every day we Fire No more wire ever again I got a medical healing blend Just for intent I invent new rhythm My best friend made the clay Rasta Pipe! I ignite Fire inside when my glass broke I smoke signal the criminal I got on the line Who never smoked Kind They are blind From behind they come To rhyme they all designed for crime Such a bad vibe I wipe off the type soft On Ganja Recline! Peace and Love from Rastafari Irie!
I’ve got the Bikini Music And chanting voices All enchanting trance the trip gets me in Psilocybin My mind bent permanent On 4 figure black ink I blink and smell the stink of Fire burning I hit loot to get the shoe fits I look for it track down some Ganja now and again I like to light up a Spliff and Reclaim the famous I got this tune I sing that the moon bring so soon I sting I got the bomb to stay calm We all need the Fire Ganja from the Earth Mother Every man love his brotha and sista Every woman love her sista and brotha Gaia remind me of a trip I seen The Mother bleed from mistreatment Love your mother be at ease with yourself Off the shelf you can buy grow products Grow your own Fire if you desire Get Higher Blessed Jah Brought the Herb caught focus Rastafari All charmed by Rasta Mon got his smoke on I could smell it!
Teacher Plants My favorite is everyone’s It contains THC and the Cannabinoids I was listening to Bob Marley Who could hardly question Bob and what he stood for? I was never good for nothing I grew up puffing I had my rough times I wrote rhymes about it I crowded the room by myself My mental health is unstable Because of Cables I Busted Gold and Platinum I scatter some atoms to the Jazz Cats and Them My best friends sings the funky song We funky creatures We feature the funk You can get drunk on the Funk I need Psychedelic A witch’s brew of the stew that grew funky heads I’ve bled a lot Seen a lot of Pot and Gunshots Pot is Ganja if you belong here you need not fear So mellow My favorite teacher So Speakeasy And Legalize the Freak Potion! Get your body in motion Dance like the Ocean Tides Realize what’s inside of you! Your whole crew needs the stew
The liver shot What liver rot on alcohol The stank The bank you spent on magic tricks There is no magic in this World tighter than Light from the Sun I’m exploring Plant Medicine To get a letter grade I flunk out of school constantly As a responsible tripper I flipped one off They say I went soft and coughed So I used the Adrenaline Cousin Buzzin’ with vibes inside I went for a ride too many times in The Car What Car doesn’t exhaust on the Planet? A carbon footprint Look mom! I did it! I got written I’m on a mission to turn you onto the vision We all have within a vision The mission is impossible The freaks who pulled off the stunt Don’t carry guns You need a tool to make it in school Every Gang uses the firearm to Hang Every politician and business person Is in a worst case scenario For the bottom line It’s the Economy Stupid! They say as they crazy Inside insanity We all took the ride
The Bikini wasps that sting I sliced an ice sculpture up and ate it They said I was treasure All marks on the darkness grows strong We need the seed of the Earth A kernel of energy Chi I practice Tai Chi I enjoy a freedom everyone seeks Free from violence From authority No one can just say no to drugs Gangsters are wigged out I seen murder Who hurt crews that die On Mr. Nice Guy I don’t carry heat I folded up then All tones in the tree growing Sewing seeds Breeding the disease inside of us feeds the blindness We must go blind after seeing the sunshine The Sun is powerful But the Earth is closer I defeat Sun Stylists with a simple grounding trick This guitar is going hard I have too many scars I’m hard to kill Many tried to get inside To see what I got I got nothing to prove A groove I’ve been in All those in power sour So I don’t need strength I mastered Tai Chi
I’m a shroomer Nighttime bloomer Insight sooner than come the gun For fun I handle my lungs breathe Breathe out the disease Crept up What’s kept up my sleeves? People can’t see I pop people on contact My raw strength You can’t Gank this Roll with tank force My tank is crisp To bank on hits Is frightening to tightening lips Hide you from Sun Burn to a crisp Ganja smoke in the lungs Exist floating twist Motive is this I Mike I hype on a flight I got tight in this I exist in lightening bolt fist Rolled the jolt Like Colt 45 I drink till I’m live I recline and blind People suffer from culture War For explorers on Cold Worlds I unfurl and gangs curl Up snuck in the duck release the upchuck vomit Peyote for me So I can be free again Try Ayahuasca then Keep a Ganja lens Take flights in Nike sneakers Inhale test tubes and beakers
Meth is a useful Herb It reverbs in the head And measures dead folks by the keg I shake a leg and break a peg In the puzzle I muzzle does ya’ll? Because Fall is a season away today I might may right rhyme decay Spray the place up with the Ace shut You get in the cut and shut up Bitch You get stitched up By a bitch doctor which cut You sought for for the relax enjoy the facts tour On stage in a rage I take a page and bust it stayed Trusted by the blade I raise to delay Stabbing Slicing all so nice of you to do To someone but I rung one So I brung Sun back and hum attack You wick wack I jack for a sack? Never. I paid for that forever sacked up Measure I relate the straight for featherweight Ain’t America great? I spin on a plate and hate The fate of man you understand Like this is a brand label cable break And stable fake relatable relate to skater dude I’m straight with fate I brought my rage Sage turn into a page in the book Of life my knife strikes hypes up I twice shut out and gun down You can tell I need Meth all around My the pound and Kilo I peel slow on the Ganja Grow The more drugs you got The more you strike with Old Soul
I toss a hit up for a lit up sit struck Plucked duck rubbed backwards By glass towards inhaling ice And max Wars I core is to the floor with gore I got more than galore I soar I roar and tore get it to the store Been more inclined to signed it sold I Gold hold cold up struck by gun butt Service you’re shut swerve this to learn this You heard of crisp Cap? Black acts lightning in raps striking shutting backs With wax spun I relax numb on Coca I smoke a puff and gone have fun I run a Sun Brung the thought of caught word up Gun up with the buns bake for money fake Gun heat takes you It takes you places new For sake of flake grew the Peruvian stuff I soldier buff for handcuff I mold your shit must dust it to trust it thrust Cuts struts shut out to run the mouth Gun down South got the house sold I’m cold in drugs Soldier four plugs folder Shrugs shoulder was your mold born Of torn Death destruction function assumption Wants one of those flows that stun and froze Suppose I rolls I cold Gold in the Platinum I max with spun
Creating the sausage My mock run got a mockingbird on the Sun For fun some gun up the strung out Shout about how it could be if would she? Could she? Stood heat complete with seat take a rest to the chest with fresh Ganja sets I Mexican heat up the reflex again Backwards tend to end the entrance with a real man’s Spliff I lightning lift the exciting for height run the white thing I might bring I tight as King Mike you lean like a Demon I’m screamin’ to end War I core before floor with the sore anus I’m famous I’m blameless I chosen for justice to bust this Don’t lust it’s rusted back metal pig sticker quicker stick it in bicker with men Over ownership of wicker furniture you burn to learn churn the seven seas Fools get numb disease to come after cheese for sum I run guns I from Suns I stun the shake bake make it naked to break it don’t fake it I hate kids I break lids of grass over my ass and seek cash Invest to the rest feel stress I bless the mic manifest how I rap digest With the Tech I create hate between the date and the dated Rhymes faded cause I masturbated with flavor in it
Tai Chi on Ganja with the Gold Coat I like to mix it up Broken stride My mind goes inside not to hide But to examine the damage done by savage come the havoc I bag it in the sad glow you win When you don’t begin to pull explode The sin isn’t difference It’s a simple trick to fix and thicken the shit in The dick then I bitch recommend a tight fit for the defense I got the beads to rinse of water
I shot quarter Os I knows heat But my cap is not complete Until I roll stash Golden heat I cold tasked with the lapse in cracks rocks I stocks up on Acid to Fast hit But I mastered it I hasta hit The damage flip the cabbage fix The branding for landing on the grip of Ganja thick with Resin I Brethren the severed head was red bloody I got shot on the money from Gun Heat Murder so sweet I compete with the feature I reach for the best Ganja I got a Meth connect I need to cold check The rest is History!
Getting stuck is a buck fifty job Rolling rob off corn on the cob I fog Up brains in tight in lanes I just might Flame up to famous shame on you the insane you drew I clock flew shock the rule stop who will forget Sweat in the Cold Tech I wreck Destroy avoid all the sense I make? You fake and got it hate on players I made yours in the daily chores For floor wax More to relax scratch a record backward Score sack toward the max imported sorted cordless My swordfish I hoard the mix Of herbalists I serve foul fools my burn ground Offa lounge I scrounge up the crown I top it Don’t stop it if you shock lit I rock thick With the red town all the pound click Lightning quick My mic rule sick like the tool I flip Who will dip? Cool as trip like tight grip Tight to sit in the chair air your wares out Shoulder mean the colder round the fold up Down to the pounds I clock herb nonstop as a kid Slid in
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Getting lit on the Ganj! Represent! It’s how every day should be spent Spend my days in Sun Rays capping off made of shine Inside blind the diamond mine in full operation Back at the station we vacation take a break and Go deep inside old PTSD hide I mostly cured mine with Psilocybin But we tryin’ to stay mentally healthy Know the way Through old fade true as cold and gray skies I rise in disguise with my eyes open I soak in the Ganja tokes take in smoke and exhale Without fail homie bail me out of jail Life gets stale without spice Roll the dice and shot the Pot off a start storm in the morning Without warning the storm gets thick touring the Trip Light this lit Might take a sip of Water Caught your off your rocker with a soft glaring glance I took a chance and dance on Crack Cocaine Light this in flame To insight decay in the way anyone spray no delay Like Cold Ray I sold Hay for fold in this told it hits Steady and ready to get clones got the Heady I’m ready to quit drugs and just smoke buds First I’m getting rid of the thugs
Lightning function Tracks reduction on rap sucks then I buck bend all that tend to end slayed played Dazed amazed crazed phased glazed eyes hazy Get red days seen type I mean I might light a J Anyway I seen drugs all day and thugs don’t play I lug the display towards the core and blaze foreplay An OZ of shrooms In rooms I shrink I might sink the ship sunk it dunk trunk Punks sold me some bunk I’m gonna thump they asses First I light the meth and tracks lit type fit Hype hit I bite back I can tell I sell in hell Raps rebel against the Rebel Yell I Gel Bells and fellas and ladies get As been staying up all night And light the spice I caught rice off the dice a Rice Spice I shot the dice again My mic’s cold ten Sold demon steamin’ inside beamin’ Worlds collide Committed roll it quitted then I sold that Fitted in bold rap to cold cap I max with Mac spit Rifle hit the type fully lit I split some shit and sped off My head get soft I gloss the toss for offers Of shot words up talk birds Man, I’m lucky mom got me Ganja I want to cultivate under the Sun for fun And I don’t pack guns
We get high You can try with an eyeball But you can’t make the sky fall I scrawl on wall Called ball a law I saw I crack a sack raw Hit it up It’s heat real to feel peeled back struck like that Murder rap is all that happens Captivate with violence straight Right this gated the gold plated Ropes dated I hated fake ropes and smoke shit We hope for hits of the Mendo Mendocino Northern Cal where the best Green Grow I grew up in Hollywood I imagining the mics slaying in the rain and pain staining Braining entertaining make it the same thing I right pain sting The mic wing nut King in the cut I leas the shut to open Soft spoken But I broken MCs You can’t light these degrees I got I shot at rob stats from maximum security Get a cure to feel pure and keep it real yo
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I’m a Bird! I caught it off talk off a Gold Watch I Soldier caught in a trap Folded back and you can’t fold forward My Gold toward I Bird! I caught a nerve off a lifetime swerve I shot you heard the ring A fool stings like a sucka bring I night time wing I got the King of thing On a swing With a top sting I like this in the game Servin’ flame with the spot Blame the microdot on the stop watch I service thoughts of Birds Fools got some nerve to mess with Bird I 33rd I shot off a Gun and stun For the run I gun it up I service a fool pluck Heard it’s the tool That luck you got has run out Gun in the mouth From further down South I caught a mouse like a cat Word it’s round bat swing that
I caught a Water up Hit your Water truck You stuck in the head and it ring Platinum I rap and stun on max that lung filled with Ganja Sung that song I know where I left the bong It’s been a long time and still I shine I like a Pothead blind to dot dead Turning red bloody bodies on the walkway In Central Park that sway from the shark I park it Stark hit the dark lit I light it up trip Get a rip off the bong I sang that song I flip it wrong You got it going on I shouldn’t weight roll on hate Playah Haterz Off it late blurs the topic I shock it top it with that roll fat Murder is the Maximum I tax and Sun tan Folder for the plan in the Iran Nuclear Program
From a cloud A Shaolin Cloud Runnin’ crowns Offa wrong town to be in To G in I light this for free then I sight to see when I tight it flight hit the sky with eye I fight to get high I right to deny the claims That flames to Herb is bad for you word I clap in the curve Murder server Verse is awful like a burner I shot it raw caught the blur and you’re in further deep Creep Past it sleep On Acid I lasted counting sheep That blasted track meet expectations Relations with the station rock the nation I top creation Hit the dollar sign for inflation I shot the rate in it to spin Different than a Soldier Still I a Soldier Someone should have told yah
You get shot up The more drugs I got the more I can’t stand your cut The violence Number one style with the profile I can’t smile about it I rounded down my pounds clown Your service to hurt tricks and bitches You gonna have to get stitched up You bleed from cuts and wounds In the tombs you sleep rest a peep and don’t move I broke bones You was rude I spooned some Cocaine Ain’t no jokin’ no provoke to explain I got it raining I’m draining the pool Service school for a fool You lost your cool too easy You freeze Gs be struttin’ somethin’ It gets rough in the deep end Waters when I slaughter I thought your ass was absurd You rock shit burned Up the stock trip I got to have shot up I product called model citizen Roll in the drugs and hold the cold position in fold You wishin’ you some cold shit then
We creep on Water I woke up on Water shit First on the Liver Trip Psilocybin peeps threw in slide then inside the blindness I rewind this I’m on Water I thought I caught you off guard You too hard you need to soften A lot of Water often Keep shit poppin’ I rock the ten speed Microphone with Weed I get the cyclone with Speed Hype for the tone I bleed On sight you get blown away You stowed away In the vessel Floating on Water Take a rest yo Come back with the fresh flow I love a enter the center inventor With the Water the sector I called your vector Got the sawed off shotgun I got a lot of Water son
Everyone packs a gun Who can’t scrap done With strung Hit the rung the bell I dwell inside the ride so well I died I paraglide past the bonafide Hold your side down Gotta clown a lounge with the brown eye Round it to die In the town I get high with the sound you ask why I found it’s tied up Roundup stride past the pound up Click the thick in the vehicle I steel pull it Wield it wool fit the shield With the feeling Revealing what sealing up Wheeling and dealing I got a healing method I set with it to check it First we wreck it Entrance the exhibit The limit was ten digits I’m frigid cold Out the mold I sold Gold and Platinum Chains I light brains
An esoteric knowledge Of rippin’ off the product from the top down The product Is Rocked up Cocaine I like the lane it makes Make no mistakes Your soul aches when you miss it slice the kitchen knife in missin’ persons People disappear clear from the went in to sent in the adventure I bent more and tore facts that explored maps on Soldier with the caps I got it rolled your facts to scold for the dap To unfold I hold it The weapon I step in Clever lever with the left end I bet then You don’t have a chance in the dance hall From wall to wall I brawl I shot it all I taught the tall sack of follow me and see I tight this here Tree Ganja Weed Herb I like it breed the type stitch up with the cinch the reduction you heard? We bust in Get all the ends and then tend to split right quick I can’t handle your shit you like a little kid in the spread Fold your dead up I knew you got the lead tucked You get bucked back at You got static I got magic
We seen the noodles Get the culture like a Vulture I Hawk on the bong rips with tight grips on the burritos the best Ones they make I like a restaurant that take you into the space Of tastebud sensation I feel on the Ganja leaf revelation I went on vacation for years Working fears out the steering column I solemn I ball men crawl All I shot stop to the top I scrawl graffiti I top Tahiti I box Bikinis I rock a little seen me? I in a dream be Lookin’ for cream For the team I ice gleam Clock the unseen Hype for the mind eye with the Trees people are gun shy I rock rye back on the fly I inside ride the noodles Who do this? Light the fist Mic up the twist Right wrongs and with the tight strong I list the flight gone I just missed getting dissed By plant blood In the sand with soap suds Blood shed was real Yo! And that’s the steel you need real blood
The Supreme Court Hit you with bomb threats They fucked with Sex Inspected the left end made it dead Headed it to red in the fit to slip up People are out of luck to get a stuck one And buck from the numb Donald Trump wants you to succumb to White Power It’s the White Power hour of towering! All flowering Ganja Leads me to calm breeze In this tight diseased country I find lunchmeat comforts me I soul food feed Feel the Real American Cheese I be the type to mic up and speed the dice gone so long I hit a type strong I’m psychic in the zone I call you up on the phone and blown All over I sold Soldier to go colder further On the turn you learn Will you burn forever? No one can measure
I’m crazy I hit the DMT pipe till I phase be out of rays To graze I fed hay grass cold class cutiin’ shuttin’ up punks never frontin’ on junk I slam dunk the class Soldier fast to cold store in the rash I ass a task out For gun route you heard about word of mouth come from down South I lean on the couch and skip a mouth servin’ scream and shout murder gleam In the cream it seem all human being be G in the scene I triple team on light beam Sun brighten me and I sing I take wing to flight I light up the cement pipe I run a mic from the psych ward toward the sword you cored and quartered I sorted through the brew to stew who knew? Blew that slew that drew back all rude of you the gun clap to serve further map That bled heard of stat that red I got dead head I medical and credit full of money Nothing funny with gun heat it run sweet out the barrel lifting all apparel Jacking the whole sack thing for racking at the store stealing revealing galore This feeling I’m sealing in begin to spin the real thing I King with the easy ring The cheese I drink stink and make you sick suck my dick bitch my mic about to twitch
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Out the G wrecks A G flex The G techniques A dead man crept in complete G check them I set when I protection come from the dissection The connection with ass wrecks then I bet them a mil I still kill at will until I type to ill bust with pipe My rhymes chill like ice I willin’ to dice up The twice cut Seen enough beam what’s rough up The stuff struck me a G That’s when I cuff up Get your next shut out Best of luck to run down Through the lounge lizard Explicit risk injury to dis what is this been to be? I kin to freeze frozen shows clones with the toes wet My shit infect I wreck destroy toy I been a boy to man plan to decoy in hand command That’s when I land And damn they all say Sway in the Universe The Universal curse of what works My spot jerks you To hurt crew
Top shelf health You bet it you wet it 10,000 herbs get it working No thing under thing hidden The sit intend the meditate I straight date it With the plate I never faded I stated The innovation I Set creation I change station To chill People play bad music My dues paid I ray the blade with staying power All hours of day and night I light Eye bright insight I take flight and write I mix the fight with Meditation I stay vacationing My makeshift spring With haste flips Wing I Sing I might bring a Exit Check this with wreck hits The Tech bit Right in to tighten Always someone gets frightened when I might intend to end The recommended blends I choose To fuse with Sun I begun to Rung the bell backwards I bought a sack of Birds
I light up to bright up Sky hook Shook the look of faces Mikey Neides hooked I shook up the place It takes place Squad my Ace On murder case Flipped it freebase Tipped it The Wing in the thing Mike Sting Type I bring I’m Mike on the Mic singing hype bring The type to take flight At the drop off the heights I write to lose sight of the hinge On fringe I singe carefully make incision In prison I have vision I split decision To get the live in the space Flipped it like race Tipped it into space I rip shit up Fit the truck waste the bitch gone tucked one From the city Nitty gritty to take pity Flow a buck fifty In a jiffy I lift heat Extreme within reach I seek the seating Drop reheating a sweet potion I shift like the ocean
We Crisp Up The home Produce Section I chewed Vegetation I set the brains been late I switched fate from dish to plate Since it’s weight we skate My sacks always weigh From night until day I fade into Sunset The Sun bet I rung jet Hung Techs on walls follows all Gods hollow Swallow the hock up the glob I stop up the job Rock shit to the toggle the switch Rich in the mix I crisp veggies I said fruity please I ease into cut with strut I must run amok I struck Such and such in the cut they front No one wants to cook So I took a cooking class Then another then another I brother of man with fan I understand Underhand tactic Rap twitch and back flip Slight the stitch I right to crisp up My lip tucked in my teeth challenge beef WIth valiant is relief The produce I show deuce on the street And eat up all the competition on a mission complete
Cancer can’t create a creature that reach for it Seat torn in to begin with Slight this dish Height did slip past the clip Shot off the rock solid Rock cost a lot of dollars We the Herb scholars We hit up hollers Wall to wallers I got a lot of followers I swallow up more drugs With thugs rolled in rugs Split the plugs Get the lug the breath dug The trench with stench Hit the wrench Of defense intense Herbal blends I hit the Ganja sends the vibe I’m on one I tend to split phone cold chrome Slit in the dome Bit known ones Guns from it to plug hit Rip the rope shit with dope trip The coat mix with the fix I light it lit Insight within been tight I seal it right with the flex Release checks Service for the specs All they make it next
The Good Earth For what it’s worth Got a lot of thirst I hit up a starburst I first in line with prime I avoid drugs and hide behind Ganja blind Herbs are what I churned I burned it to tourniquet Soldier fold your files and quit Lighting up some shit Called Earth Medicine My letter better than grade A Rhymes grade slope the time is crime Circular grime I Circulate Chi Hype is the tight shit to roll free I bite hits Off the Reefer G I might just get in tight with the connect I inspect reflect collect the check Soldier bet on sweat to Tech 9 I practice the mind style to back this in single file I rap hits I max crisp got the lack split Tight shit we in Psychopath to begin Hit the mic with my wrath Soul children I drill them They get killed in it The battle hit Soldier Casualty Gradually you become numb To the Gunfire All service this to retire with Fist
Got a caffeine buzz What it was I flip the drugs Such as that cut right back Murder attack in the serve cold fact Rough up told they hack And suck as much as they caught flack Run it back from the back Soldier lack Gold and it’s a trap I sold Wallet folded call it bold truck rip rope soap Slippery thick this C with Ice T I dice up G Cut twice hit up mics nice with the disease I curve on cheese and breeze I love getting high and leave this crank behind One day I get my favorite ray Ganja play with that Variety pack I got jack to sold Crack Solid as max Ball it intact I sack up the straps cut the black shut the back Stuck in the maximum security I fluid fear no G I do it I screw it right in To begin I sting with the wingtip I’m on a trip with tight money don’t sip Guzzle G I like a Water free hide the mind I blind a fat cat got the gat And I signed realigned raps that intact With the axe I tracks slap up From the lack of cut You need Psilocybin done
In the search for the Golden Bell We all dwell inside the mind Hitch a ride on a Psychedelic Or Gel it with some Ganja relevant The bomber Onslaught Thought after the master string struck with venom No end in sight with might I represent fright I insight to excite back bite with the good night sleep Sharpen your teeth on the beef All Reefer left rodent deceased by the scrotum All get heat botched shot explode when the dot Come through on the spot with crew I light this to do what might hitch the ride inside the mind Relax rewind back to days of straps and max The black is fact relapse with traps psycho gone Platinum With the wax spun ring the bell intelligent You could tell with the fist this mic is crisp I recite the dis track Coming back with slack to rap I jack facts in sacks of Green might roll this dream Strain way in the days with decay on further display Ganja rings a great Golden Bell you say You could sell it easy to anyone who freeze buns bake Rake the take on it ache I Soldier earthquake fold you Take a hold and it’s true You could turn Blue Diet try to flight fit the riot excite the quiet Might light in the hide this bent then indent I spent Went through the entrance and sent this Invention of the black lesson tax through profession Stop guessin’ The ring finger might sing your Squeak diamond freak in spread sheet Dusted sweet sifted sugar Bleep there goes murder Sheep on the first of the month Go pack a lunch I got a hunch I in a bunch of oats From overdose on too much I such and such so I bust I dust it You can trust it I rhyme plus kick ass Why I’m fin to master that ass further On the burner all I churn out is the type that turn down Frowns on fools around I serve crews with pounds and blows KOs! I froze a flow’s show with it to roll seven digit I get the inhibited bitch you bread soaked the lead smoke In the indigenous red zone to clone I fidget prone I like to get stoned and kick it and clone pot plants I do a dance and romance I get it lanced In France they love my hands and rub my glands I surface brands that I understand sell well I gel an L I hell of a bell I melon ripe harvest bust The farthest You can’t trust I lust after the funds And go with guns Under tons of sweetness dripping down to the feet with it
Rise! I bring knives up the cut Out of place with guns you waste the taste Murder takes place in further haste Fully bullet ridden no need and speed then Methamphetamine I cream and Soldier team yo Word I bring blurred birds on Water Score your War torn I born in War so I score I been up to tore a fool off I Soldier core as raw I love a Soldier par A Soldier del mar Meaning from the ocean I got a potion to serve for folks in it to win it I serve begin it with the digits so frigid Cold it gets old to sold a soul I fueled by coal and I roll I got a death toll that keeps climbing I’m designing the unwinding I timing the cut the diamond in mics rhyming I bust the knives and I said I bled intend to end it there You a player? You Soldier as mayor I got a stay there and fade with the gear All I hear is gunshots I been told plots for shot up I got the product and Glock shut The topic don’t stop it
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Hollywood
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I get it live with the death Cream and after a rest I take it up suggest Funky Fresh Servin' steps to take Techs make break Hate to saw it skate law as date Fade it Bladed They hate it I cremated At the cemetery it gets scary at night I fight at night I insight into violence General I’m Federal I bled fully I wool heat the spun complete the ton Of beat on the one I drop it and pop it Nonstop trip the pot I smoke is thick Choke on loc on I broke dawn I choke gone Nodded out and shout about route I got the clout that murder is all about I serve a bout with death Leapt up crept up Sold my should and fed tucked ones I bake buns For fun I don’t run I light a fool up and cash rule it’s in the cut
I kept in step with the Death Like a Jet Aircraft I take off and land Burn fuel I mule drugs across for the boss I like to floss I toss the fight thing I right wing I might sing I tight bring the highs Being a Sativa Head is the move to groove with Sit on a stool sit I rule the click I master thick like plaster To disaster mash and boogie I took heat and kneaded a fresh bread recipe I set through keys of lens Manufactured with blast furnace My raps thermos I turn this cut I don’t want to hurt no one Bake your own buns Live service for thugs to recline Jet Airplanes In the lanes staring at claims I’m wearing the gear for aims to steer clear I fear no one I rear gun for the Sun I come from a ton of clock shut Ganja talk but The raw stalk is rare I care about others So I wish the phat sacks for brothas and sistas Grow Ganja hand over Fist for the Bomber Jet Airplane We smoke the intense And hit balls over the fence The Dragon commence
The dragonflies are out In full force Dragons horse the wagon Remorse for saggin’ pants A answer from master Backs bitch up And shanks fools in the cut Murder what? I serve a slut a cut above These raps rub backwards A sack of Ganja further The burner like Turner I murmur I burned brah I turned slow and got a little Gold and Platinum HAHA! I got stacks of Sun I don’t run from I got the gun I gun down from the Crown All those around who pound click Lightning and it’s sick Frightening the fit Is tightening I’m on a trip Ever since I tried Psilocybin Water Ordered more of it to scorch the limit It’s simple this life I frigid raps on ice The minimal roll the dice It’s criminal folded over twice I just kick back Receive a flipped hat I never deceive Smoke the Ganja Weed
I want to be known as the snowman I’m the ice head with twice dreadlocked I stalk a pot plant a lot I’m tired of getting shot at when I got bomb rap I scored a tack There Beware of the snowman Smokin’ chips of crack Folded a sack twice I roll the dice once then I front ten mil I skill I peel back caps Already Soldiers flow steady hit the head heat Dead sweet come complete With the box Loaded Glocks talk the walks I caught a gun so much I don’t pack one I stack a ton I from the Sun Snow called blow Ice is meth Related Adrenaline Death Chemical It’s relative for Federal Crime I unwind on Snow Chips to smoke cost a grip I serviced flip and learned real quick I got the Ice and lit the Ganja twice Plus I was a Ganja Farmer But small time We need to expand operations someone needs to learn to rhyme
I’m a Buddhist The Witnesses shunned me for enlightenment on a tight money tip I know when to bow And when to bow three times I lock lines Buddha could stomach my Cut throat of India got seizures in freezers with heat blurs Wool to bullets worth of dirt On the Buddha we come back and come right through yah I’m from the Order got it on tape recorder I sort of Christian still I’m a good Christian will Bust like a power drill With the rifle get ill I study enlightenment I’m a Giant Defiant of all the appliance I reached the alliance with the silencer I while in it’s word for murder All I serve is a hamburger you get learned cuz I give back rubs Club the thugs up I drug snuff out the route with gun in the mouth I want to move down South to Texas Where everything’s bigger Texas is a State in the USA We Make America Great Again I’m on the side and Alien
They got free lit Of the Buddhist trip Down the block at the Thai Restaurant I lit up Buddha Glocked A mind server I learned to listen to music Coming down from shrooms I choose it To smooth pick shrooms from the Wild I first smiled coming down around listening to Hendrix all I found Is Psychedelic Distortion I got more spin to sin with I eat a dinner plate fill you with hate And Malice you Callous Around the block lit the Charras a little Rock I rock hardest the farthest from the Sun I stun all rappers Become I master all other opponents I in the Zone stitch up with the phone Kids try to clone my style They jelly leg and rank and file I got them on speed dial I wild style I child smoking Ganja I long to front on the wrong head I bid Murder skidded out and slid down your mouth
All in blades blade fighter nine Relax rewind the tracks Bitch caught a stomach and an axe I collect taxes from the back slid Stifle the hit with muffled screams in dreams they bled Murder intended Defenseless Crews get wrenched out with screws I can’t lose or get touched even I start bleeding Loss of life receding into dark That’s when I spark I’m Traditional raps you wanna listen to Got Witch’s Brew of chemical My crime is Federal still I seen the bill They bust mic until the will come off hype I swipe all their cash make a dash past the glass pipes And wipe them off for the register They all bent and blurred Murder occurred with the blade Wu Tang gets slayed played and stayed lit All server through that shit Get yourself an LSD hit and quit I rifle the skit out the bit rhymes Murderer I’ve been burnin’ yah Since you turned on sides You can’t hold it down with the Mike Neides
Contacting on Water again In Waterville with the Water Lens I won’t eat a OZ of shrooms again I move at ten speed bicycle I mic I pull I want a sheet of this LSD cold called All the wall flipped skidded I tripped did it indeed Try other trips License through thick and thin I like a light trip now Don’t have a cow about the OZ It scares the shit out of me too Get locked in the room and murdered All these raps you hear of This is the style they all want to profile I hit the tile in the bathroom floor Down on all fours Praying to make it through the peak without dying I’m trying to write bullets I come through the fullest With rule fists and tool kits like I slew and drips blood from the neck Further inspect the Soldier colder than me I licensed with the Ganja Trees I mic up on skis Disease free Pretty Much I seen as such I love a Sativa High I trip even when I’m dry Smokin’ the line no joke and I been high for six years Plus a bunch of part time I’m more than part rhyme I’m the Master Entertainer
I know a lady who drove me crazy With her Haze, Ice and Purple Haze Device I got a nice cut on a girlfriend I ended my life with a knife last I tried suicide I ride inside the vehicle Steal wheels off another vehicle that peels out Thunder What all you thought of wonder I get swept under the rug Like a drug I keep coming back Like rap I settle intake murder in the blackness The wackness was a step away from the Sun Ray I heard of a murder gone down round the small farm town I said, Watch Out Now! All they knew how was a thug Everyone plug up one and stub a toe on some furniture In the World these people dwell in you could tell in Corn Rows flows for chosen bros then I rose when my stone skid off the bone I just hit Upstairs at the meth pad I roll joints, smoke everyone out on point Everyone loves me I run the scene with speed Methamphetamine This chick kept offering me a free hit of meth I finally smoked one, it didn’t do anything I bought a sniffed a half gram Wings until the Sun the next day I jam I grill with the program the show slam yo Physical get you pull
I want to live a Shamanic Existence On a self sufficient small organic farm I grow my own food I grow my own medicine I have a close relationship with Earth We don’t burst guns Everyone lives the village life No crime Clean Water Delicious fresh produce I slow deuce up the truck coming I sum in the done deal The wheels skidded He was looking for medicine I said I’ll let you in We took a Psychedelic for a spin that night By a nice big fire He hit higher than die your slid to cry for I mind more in charge like cargo on the ship For seen it trip the ski flow lift the disease rolled crisp We seen disease cured all flourished I born to rinse since I was in the current Many folks murdered the hit City life I don’t trust that knife, rusty blade I made the grade and slayed MCs! What a disease! Now I make phone calls that freeze Drop down on both knees Top one I might Sun and float some some Herb and leave the Old World Behind Trip cures the blind I press rewind and sealed and signed
Flip through file folders On roll yours Got both oars in the Water I’m on Water I oughta stop writing and say good night but I’m pulling a night mission All night long poetry with the flow so you know it’s me The guy with the good Tai Chi That works People’s heads jerk when they see me practice It’s hard to break like matchsticks you can break limbs or sever heads People living half dead With no Psychedelic Medicine I like Cannabis, a Veteran I cured my PTSD better than Any other therapy can I think I have it fully cured I sit in the fewer lure to drip do your trip up I nip tuck around the corner A foreigner is sweating me about Tai Chi I light up the stop and see what pop you freeze I dot you and you sneeze blood and die No way to live why I Practice Tai Chi I like to ski pole I’m about to ring the phone again I got a Platinum Lens Drinking Water I intend to Trip and come off the dip in the Medicine
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Enhance your practice with herbs You need to learn I like to burn one A joint not a gun For fun I run a game down to take it to town Release the herbs now I can feel them how I wield one weapon I kept in check all the bastards Who want to match murders I curve further than word up I hit a duck off the loft high Sold and cost dry I wet the eye I bullet fed in sly I can’t cry It suits me just fine I drink a wine and swallow a dime A got the shine and cold crime for the blind To catch a sign I design the death trip They flex dip in the Lex equipped To rip I on a burner now It’s wonderful how I power up to search and lead the church I heard of it first then dug it to drug it I like Cannabis a lot I grew up smoking it And practiced my first swords that won the awards using Ganja I pour more bomber on yah And relax on the grass watching clouds You need to clock Pounds and Pounds
Crews came with the meth vibe fixed tribe inscribed with death What a trip! Imagine all the Ganja they need a dream on the double with the lean On Cream to serve a fiend I like to see everyone on the team I clock the scene in the bikini they seen me never flee but root like a tree I clock a fee? Hell no, life is for free! I knock a knee? Hell no, I never scared I faired fine on the Gangster rewind I got the time It’s all the time you want the Ganja smoke it kind The bomb was the on one to sign deal signed delivered And you forgiven You was on meth and killed little children how they bill them The crystal led to pistols drawn and gun heat long Now you hit the bong like smog choke on it roll in thick fog I prescribe Water to order for your tape recorder to sort it through All likeness of this blew up with diamonds to adjust you must learn Tai Chi Answer me! Do you want cancer and disease? Do want to master violence? And get the big cheese wheels deals were made to guns that were sprayed on meth Let’s trip in step on some real Psychedelic!
I’m sealing off the dead Peeling your head back To release tracks first third of the traps that set sprung On the gun you come from you Soldier weigh a ton I license stun the gun I sum up the parts I know all about martial arts and shot hearts through the center I enter the adventure with spent more coin Boy and man entrance exam and for woman and girl Everyone human in the World Must uncurl unfurl and extend expand release at least and Show up to throw up on the Psychedelic brew Some lead you in two split like a Y I got high so much I dry eye and my eye never shuts I see in cuts and stabs murder grabs you by the tag On your head price advice is to have the dice rolled controlled I poled out all the answers route the cancer to advanced blur The hands on your self was hell I bet I no sweat it I set it and forget it I headed tracks so hardcore I seen War like no other I shown the Mother Goddess I’m a rap artist Shaman givin’ it the game crept up to step up to you and introduce
I can see a spiraling vortex Natural visuals caught on Water Fast before and after last time I rhyme I find it I mind hit the sign flipped The dime skipped The diamond brilliant I skill in it to will a little different than your average tripper I cold dip your weapons in blood To serve thug through the mud Thick swamp Jungle I stomp with the troublesome ones I flip their guns and relax Suns off high strung I release a ton of weight Trust in Water date you’re caught up in hate crime Get the bait and find you relate with hate in your mind I unwind unwound comin’ down through town to skip and trip All I do is trip I took more than a little sip Kids can’t handle it The old gray ones back with some gray old wisdom I bid high and caught a fly which is to recover find the jewel People don’t pack any tools! The foolish ones need guns I got black guns and relax Suns I murder from it with a ton hit to release a full clip Suckas get ripped I been through this trip so many times Why I fly minds in Tai Chi A meditative release from guns and violence
Crackheads deserve respect to wreck the Mac 10s All friends get those ends Checks at the first of the month Will blur once the rock inhaled into the lungs I brung drugs Soldiers kill thugs I release the plugs to snub love on the track Comes right back with Soldier’s Max I whack create tax to flow black lightning It’s frightening when a crackhead tightening the screws On these brews you can’t lose I flow fluid to do it to it Rip right through trips And fools dip down low A savage with the advantage I pack baggage slow And manage damage on the ran fled crews that damn well bled true Through this clueless the shoe fits I run the game will in shame my crew itch in the flame What’s my name?
We grow the hydroponic Ganja That pipes long around here To steer funny you need to blaze for fun G I rap a ton see Be hittin’ without money Milk Bust you ill I fill a drill backwards With sacks heard? My stack blurred the max with acts served I’m a blackbird My raps heard out the 33rd I inspect moons Tombs you sleep through this you geek I got a white sheet that rhyme complete I tight each one with a gun I Sun from the lungs you bet no sweat I jet Rock out the Glock saw a talk decline number 9 I bust a rhyme at the drop of a hat With the gat Soldier cause it’s like that I scatter atoms And track back to sacks ten bucks wasn’t enough You gotta go get rough Get high all the time in the mind I put my money on Ganja diamonds I recline spin while I slid right through I’m kin
Momma doesn’t think I should take a low dose of LSD So I told Momma, I got a high dose mushroom dream Things weren’t as clear as they seem But Momma doesn’t think I should take a low dose of LSD
I’m used to moving the stuffing Roughing it up with the handcuffs I bluffing I such thing as weird Beard in the shave behave strange On the range I’m home all alone I shot a hit over the phone to get sick making Ganja clones suck my dick I write this written I got a kitten spayed I played back the rhythm To give em what I give em I imprison the leader Of the two seater with a fleet of cars that jars install it I bust a wallet fat ball right back in the act I smack a bitch up to hit truck sideways I slide grays with As I plays disease frays blades get pulled Full of shit bitches can’t handle edges They freak I run through fleet with the GP I lightning on trees I excite the smokestack I caught flack for being master Thank You I hasta tank force your crew I just drew a lucky card Sing like I’m a bard Soldier scarred I hardcore No one can handle War I vandal tore the room Spoon lyrics like dope hear this I wrote this for the cops Shed tears quick and it don’t stop Everyone gets popped
Weak Trip! I busted lips and flipped a grip of hipness My rich kids think I sink in But I stink when I drink then I ink man up to plan rough and tough I scuff a truck rope up I duck behind a slope with one tucked I broke a joke up The loc but I strut so tough I huff and puff I fold your upper hand as planned I’m the man who understands the lands And how I jam is I slam I command hands played stayed Ray of Sun blade In this fade with the made stacks folded cracks I swim laps I jacks a fool before it looks cool Sit on a stool I pool up tears rear ends get sended sent I’m bent I invent the rent’s paid I slayed a eighth I take the OZ Of shrooms fools flee I lightning G on drugs exciting the right wing up to speed I hit a lot of bleed seed with recede I feed I Tree grow around ring slow I blow I need head to toe glow for po’ folks to smoke no joke I choke it up to struck something front On what you want I stunt a ball perhaps take a fall I nothing as the shit I sit back And kick rhyme rap
Herb Teas With Chinese Medicine I skis Variety with the highs to breeze fly by read The manual try to handle a candle blew out Shout a route they doubt But I come with murder route I shout I found a brand I stand by Try to get high but they can’t they haven’t tried I mind On sword record forward and backward My sack blurred I jack recurred The max security prison I live in You forgivin’ for not dealing rhythm The Chinese want you to give in to Communism And float on herbal wisdom I stick send invent the intention with the feds I retain I explain how clock got shocked by time that displayed I talk a lot about blades I crazed from practice you can’t match this I hit a hat trick Rhymes get lit I soak and sit in the smoke I flip I trip yo Dip slow Everyone needs the Ganja grow Just like I said before Herbal trips I might just equip you with a ton of steel Herbs can get you real peel with the feeling spread Just like the Gods intend I been on sex trip and make the Tech flip Lightning when I’m ripped I grip a tight thing Heights they call me King
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Edited by Solid Log (07/25/23 03:33 PM)
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Hollywood
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We gonna get Treed Out Sativa on the read out display Mics made of hay I like this type We Ripe For swipe of the card scarred by the disbarred They jarred on Meth Or something they fronting death If it isn’t one thing it’s another My love of Sativa to grow trees through the breeze blew I kick back extreme on the team Syndicate I be flippin’ shit Order of the Dragon I taggin’ on walls scrawls I brawls up a punk I don’t ever flow whatever I do I stunt together I never punt the ball OG forty four I tore through crews I excite who is who Of the job I clobber a slob whose job turned them out I got all the weapons stout with check in I section 8 Skate lately I bait and switch G offa flee They need Ganja Tree extreme Still a sucka ass beam I liken to cream all height reach extreme It’s just what gleam I might rein right I bleed in the type Of speed I seen the heights Of deeds done in polite policy It’s a wall of Trees Ganja Weed I watch Sativa Grows and it shows I want to sniff a lot of Blow Cocaine Nose Candy I’m handy
I’m going Faster on Water A Mushroom Cloud Master I flowin’ after I roll I don’t really roll cold I sold it you told hits are a trip I fold it I told kids to split I did it lit In the invention at the center before mentioned I bent in the trip flip a tight grip I sight a juice lick Off deuce hit Rhyme thick cash sipped ash and stick With the knit I got bit real rock I stock barrel Apparel all wear glow with wherewithal I draw back A sack intact I packed a lot of different gats so I scatter like atoms The badder been the explosion to the undertow frozen in the Ocean I hit the potion or I boast in the tight coast and I dice up mics throw it ice up the price for twice Can’t stand that I been handed the device I landed branded the iron with the siren on I wired till dawn I’m on I hit a bong as soon as they gone I prolong a strong song I’m a flight risk with tight twist You bite this I write this polite it’s The Mushroom Cloud Master Of all last your explosion I was chosen to rip flows and dip with the tight OZ My Dad used Peyote in the 1950s My Mom dropped LSD in the 1960s I learned to light trees with mushroom Ps The P makes the explosion
As Water progresses I must confess I was bad And had Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner I begin never I ended to sever head Or gunshot to the head Now they dead No more edit on credit I said it My head hit the pillow so chill slow I billow I will bro and sis to totally dis but they can’t I’m a giant I’ve tried it Everything But only the Syndicate Sing I ring a Wing off The boss lost I awestruck by the buck stops here I have no fear I earring with the necklace, bracelet, watch and tattoos on me All I need is a bong hit of Weed Ganja Tree I’m tight indeed If I wasn’t crippled I’d eat an OZ I picked quite a bit in the Pacific Northwest USA Shrooms Lit up rooms chill and play tunes I love music I judge the crew hit by the harmonic I vomit when I see the wrong G I seen that shit already I flow steady
Show your Kilo of Crack to Nancy Reagan She tried to act like she didn’t smoke crack But she lit it up in the back You could Mac to Nancy and still fancy Crack and bleed Indeed she even likes Weed and Methamphetamine A Soldier’s dream was Nancy After she cancelled drug class for your ass She lit up the glass pipe Servin’ hype all split dyke For the mic I twist up the bitch slut was nasty Right past pay heed to seed spread or you dead Once again A pistol shot to the head Nancy was at my Wedding Forgetting we got high and setting in the Sun the Ganja Dried I hum a song off the slew crew so on the drew one gun like a pawn I loot shoot pollute scoot bad attitude Very rude they say crew did it I flew different after that forgiven in the act I unfolded the map It said sold in the black was the tack I rolled facts spread Maximum Security Prison I envision the live in residence for President Trump What a dumb ass He got served after a splash of the Cash I hold all the Platinum Some relax with their Sun
Condensed Packed in The rhymes back into the space A living disgrace smacked my Ace up Leave the place shut for the waste cut I shake butts Fuck shit up on the mic cluck and inside I ride I died on a cross to toss venom still I send em in I win taught the lesson and proceeded to end violence Of all types on all stripes the cuts ass wipes For the hypes I rock shut cut it twice I’m nice with knives I ruin lives I thrives on dives and diners and drive throughs I pack brews? Never that but I clever max I relax perhaps I stacks I maximum bitch back she want it to gun up I seen a truck speeding off They accost all the lost with the floss I reach for sauce I shot a boss in the plate for servin’ date Torture I scorch Earth under enemy They act friendly but intend to do evil deeds I like to some bleed on the microphone Raps born to zone They slit the bone up They shown up on radar Still I live a pay and fade yards Blade with the decay Say in sayin’ No delay end the day
I like an herb called Ganja Some disturbed by my bomber I bomb on some Till sun come up done I don’t run up I seen them stuck pigs With leaded legs they headed spreads The feds don’t like Ganja I seen a long stare from the beware of dog fog I licensed a cog in the machine of Mean Green Grind some up to smoke with the team We all players Everyone rhymes layer cake They made a mistake to raid the Ganja plantation They got killed on a vacation song I hit a bong so much I stay in touch I don’t rush here I chill in the rear like I hype it I ripen up I twice with the shutout I run down I hit the town A lot of Ganja now is the how the song is sung By almost everyone under the gun From Meth they run from I seen a lung turn red and dead that Soldier fat cat with the dead cat I run the black game With aim on Ganja I maintain The Water soften I cough and lit the namesake strain of Jack I make it come right back Psilocybin made me die in the Platinum Eye Now I’m Fasting cry the tear everlasting with the stash in
I alter the aphrodisiac Made it run cat run From the Gun some women want to hug and kiss Like this I write it crisp with the drugs in my fist I liken to exist on a twist with the right woman right insight on flight I took a bite of the all night and hit up leathers For treasure I tickled with feather I knew a girl named Heather who sold me Methamphetamine I like this to scream over cream when I almost died on the ride I slide until I chill then thrill For ill I will until a girl I want to drill I kill for fill Aphrodisiac some seen it in the sack both ways with plays The same light light up the days And rained out of class Soldier Fast Rollin’ Grass Ganja on the one I smoke a ton I love to eat Sun Sweet Ripen at my feet Times I greet my teacher Take a seat you look worn out Soldier on route with the fountain of love Like a glove I rub a dub to scrub All brains flame up when I hit the name up Aztec You need a flash check I rhyme and inspect the crime criminal Minimal damage at first but for love I thirst
I smoked a puff of Ganja Fell out and died right on the long air I wrote bare to dare I dropped stopped and shocked What’s my grade? A Play a sayer for slayer I hit the lair I fade there to stay in the way there I made man made player I’m the mayor of rap Better yet the President My residence left shelf space For you to delve into Ace Case the place I hit a freebase hit But Ganja was my shit I quote myself thick I broke myself With wealth I spit No program get hit with the show slam My flows jam All around I took another toke hit the ground How that sound? I got them pounds now I been skating how? No ice I roller blade nice I sold your Grade A The way it’s meant to be player So stay there Don’t move until you sooth a groove With the Ganja move We all groove
I almost got shot Doing a plot I rot in caught The taught are lost I got off To toss the boss No loss I Soldier cost high Dry eye in the wonder why my mind made I slayed every different way Every day I decay Stay sprayed I hate Hits from shit lit so quick I light it thick My rights to program go back to the jam sessions On guitar and keys, harmonica sneeze bomb and yah Stay calm so flow on with bong I strong Herb Ganja word I’m on yah bird I chirp heard of lurk In the shadows Creep now slow a peep From the GP You reap what you sew I sniff Blow Release Gold I hit an LSD sugar cube I busted nude Jogging Almost got a flogging But I saw the thing ring Lived and became King
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Edited by Solid Log (07/26/23 06:31 AM)
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Hollywood
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I remember the taste of all the drugs I’ve eaten All the Ganja I’ve toked smokin’ chokin’ In the drug game I flame upwards I caught two rough birds Now all I hear is chirps I lurks in the shadows Waiting for the gat slow as stayed played Techs glow in the raid I made a playbook for took shook I hook a fool on the uncool go to school Fools in substance abuse Noose around the neck Collect loot and inject the section In detention I retain all my brain in the shade I played a Sun Ray till one day the Sun burned out and gun spray No delay I decay in the mist Wrote this crisp on Water flipped I oughta get high again Really man Chilly in the AM Till PM I see men flee then Ten after three spend A buck on some mushrooms I’m gonna taste I hit flashback laced With head crack bleed and red rap Seed the blood in the mud With cut like cocaine I roll down memory lane In my brain And body In some hot heat
I like a J You can taste the Pot you got You get the cherry hot hotbox No Rocks or caught Meth No step Just the Ganja crept up and you slept tucked in Feel the peaceful tranquil release fill The place ill with drugs For thugs A mugshot Give it all you got You got raw stocked Buffed off the yoke joke and on you got caught I like a bong But a J you can really taste the pot We got rolling papers for capers steady A! Order a pizza get the vegetarian I scary then Eating flesh and protest the medicine I better than that I don’t pack a gat So I Soldier flat in the reaction chamber I maim there With flame I scare kids with shivs I release bids flip the lids See MCs skid and crash I dash past the cams So they can’t see who I am Breathe through the slam Prison within the system I seen the vision I made decision To smoke a J again one day Taste the taste Smoke Tropical and all the chalk full of the backwards rub martial dub With awareness I scare little kids and adults They go pop and it’s all my fault I martial in the section not partial Get a heart full of soul
All I see is birds All I hear are gunshots Up in the bird spot Meth makes the gun shots I think not When I think meth again Too hot and too dead Red zone with the laced bones I hit it prone to show someone love I think not with the glove on links Show strong in clinks I need Ganja Medicine To sweep my head clean again From all the lead and metal A boiling hot kettle I fired them up to settle who struck what with who what? Who flew in the cut and shake that butt I release a cut pure for fewer than pure into trap In the gap you could come right back And still I cut you slack Ganja releases the clack and I’m on one My name is Platinum I trip strong so I could prolong Life under a knife blade Sun Rays Played A big part in darts but I pull apart a chart Chew an OZ of shrooms Release 18 moons on Ganja We smoke the Bomber
Get it on We hit the progress to the struggle We double expert with wet work Make the head jerk We Martial Impartial Headed off by the head honcho We bomb slow Caught going low and blowing Cocaine In the lane we freeze the insane Light this brain up So like a lame duck President We serve one term and burn A lot of MCs churn I take my turn and earn Earnings Burned Wings in With the condition set in high heaven Sweat the guy sendin’ the threat You could bet he meet death But I suggest calling it peace For your own in the deceased the clone For shown on the phone call If you kill everyone you relieve a ton of weight On society’s plate I serve a date with hate So I could relate I head it up to create Inside made diamonds climb The labels I find rewind the tables turned blind I got designed by my own head I bled a medic saved me like gravy I laid in heat stayed so sweet It’s tough to beat a hangman’s Noose around the neck I reflect upon Death until the Dawn from using Meth I mow the lawn and smoke a bong from now on
Folks without a Meth Cap Swerve and fishtail and make the S Unstable under stress you fail I derail all plans of Narco Gangs Fans of the pot we flow it got To hold it caught red handed So what? We branded criminals It’s minimal what a Drug War can do Besides ruin and shake up lives Knives blades thrive like live on stage Rage catch the Mikey Neides Gunning down minds I rock dimes and twenties Ain’t even funny when a gun heat up Folks was sweet they thought they could reduct The heat struck the construct For the bomb I plucked Dead you Head you out of luck to struck I chuck up a deuce and bled loose from the roots I run a goose step to inflect Damage left remained to be claimed like blade I reinvigorate drugs like grenade launcher The poncho I’ve got on makes me macho till dawn Is how we roll on Meth Kept the step up I leapt up to check truck jewels Fools with the advantage cool as cabbage drool I tool in to spin for the win that’s it I had a beginning and now an end I befriended Gangsters that spank kids And shank up figures bigger than dreads You dead on the hard drug head You gonna die so I eye the spot higher than Pot For Cocaine the market got hot so I park it in the spot
I have an obsession with Pot Plants To grow up dance to rhythms And imprisoned for my decision I live in my cell in hell I bell bail on failed tell tale average I manage baggage handle crab legs Vandal scandalize with eyes on fly is high I might right roll reel in sight sore steal then Wield what ten men are afraid of Train blades but a dove I hawk on squawk talk a megadose Choke frozen for flows in the ice cream zone then I wrote being striped fielding mics up to ceilings heights The real thing is white with THC crystals I love when the bud sticks to you Like glue you can’t roll one true you hold gun In your palm wax like bomb I sealed the charm Heal all wounds through this list hiss on mushrooms I want to try other Psychedelics I fell from fits of night terrors I seem to have cured them A tear doesn’t drip I sip fluids Do it screw it on the head Medicine wed to pull it through the end I blend the recommended dose come close I broke my toes on the stub snub dub sacks Release the backs and fronts for stunts Once you try it you get to fly and hit Strike it rich a cinch Tight as clinch dice up mince Twice cut the defense is ice but My minds shut to Meth I deal in death
I’ve been trill since 2002 Ice in crew left with brew in the hand I landed big deals To promote steel in crews Left with the tools I use fuel to stay cool in school I pool resource Left to recourse of action That’s Action I have to blast son Create the cash strung out No doubt you gone down route We heard down South You get a bird stuffed in your mouth Round about Shout out loud and hounded dog Through thick fog in bogs I like this job I got I get to chill and smoke pot I almost forgot I clock Hardcore as a shot tore through Gun drew on command Go and land on the sand Beach breach the defense Entrance into the yard go hard Tore it tense Whence it came I blow out your flame and name Service with aim I hurt this Light your wrist
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Edited by Solid Log (07/27/23 11:17 PM)
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Hollywood
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Taggin’ Walls All brawls take place shit in your drawers I claws and rips to trip Caught a murder lip so flip it Skip it hip it hop it And you just don’t stop it Man, I got popped to death I locked up on some stress I suggest the Dank Sticky Green Icky Ganja Weed Prolific Dream of the Specific The terrific I get lifted Head gripped it Never slipped it I drift into a meditation Down at the station I was on Vacation still I got ill when I came down It ain’t chill to get booked Shook Searched, Arrested and Detested Still I’m Fresh Kid I hit a lid of Ganja To pass for Bomber I’m on yah No drama I calm to Stone on one bone To Jones for more On tour this is War To the core I lit the shoreline Surfing pipeline My mic line Is draped over the gaping hole I roll under control I soul to soul Cold Ice chill But dice up a grill Vertical
I further ya’ll On a burner to ball I hit the AWWWWWWWW On trip I drip Quick nip The blips on radar They stay far away Cause I slay And they know it ain’t safe To stick a gun in Mike’s Face
Under control got shot Who that little kid rolling up Ganja? Thinking his bomb will slow? He right you know it! Don’t blow it in the city No way can you do it in the city Life isn’t pretty when you light up Mics History is what type you strike A little be trying to key But the lock struck and BUCK! You outta luck Street Sweep The Block A loaded Glock pull up popped All flocks got shocked and flew They ran away Uncool On the Street Rule I made mine in Santa Cruz, California Where the torn are blurred on Psychedelic I took a hell of a hit still Mics they get ill When you psyche up the chill Type to fill the bill? Your kid might just spill blood Then mud walk and talk I chalk up another body With my hot heat I rocked the street Mafia meet The meat wagon The Dragon
Butterfly Fractals I spin it around the World I hit early Bird Caught word of Birds for real Peel steel when I wield The weapon kept in the stash I’m a nice guy Don’t try to ice guy up I truck is stuck in the mud This Ganja is suds soap To get the broke thing moving And grooving Butterflies are all I see I Tree Ganja Herb busted Word I hit it up in a suburb of Seattle
I have an obsession with Pot Plants To grow up dance to rhythms And imprisoned for my decision I live in my cell in hell I bell bail on failed tell tale average I manage baggage handle crab legs Vandal scandalize with eyes on fly is high I might right roll reel in sight sore steal then Wield what ten men are afraid of Train blades but a dove I hawk on squawk talk a megadose Choke frozen for flows in the ice cream zone then I wrote being striped fielding mics up to ceilings heights The real thing is white with THC crystals I love when the bud sticks to you Like glue you can’t roll one true you hold gun In your palm wax like bomb I sealed the charm Heal all wounds through this list hiss on mushrooms I want to try other Psychedelics I fell from fits of night terrors I seem to have cured them A tear doesn’t drip I sip fluids Do it screw it on the head Medicine wed to pull it through the end I blend the recommended dose come close I broke my toes on the stub snub dub sacks Release the backs and fronts for stunts Once you try it you get to fly and hit Strike it rich a cinch Tight as clinch dice up mince Twice cut the defense is ice but My minds shut to Meth I deal in death
I’ve been trill since 2002 Ice in crew left with brew in the hand I landed big deals To promote steel in crews Left with the tools I use fuel to stay cool in school I pool resource Left to recourse of action That’s Action I have to blast son Create the cash strung out No doubt you gone down route We heard down South You get a bird stuffed in your mouth Round about Shout out loud and hounded dog Through thick fog in bogs I like this job I got I get to chill and smoke pot I almost forgot I clock Hardcore as a shot tore through Gun drew on command Go and land on the sand Beach breach the defense Entrance into the yard go hard Tore it tense Whence it came I blow out your flame and name Service with aim I hurt this Light your wrist
We seek the Water We got a Court Order From the Psychedelic Courtroom To bust moons and entomb with cocoons We spoons lyrics to tears drip You fear it Here come take a hit of Water All you thought of you spit into tape recorder I sort of know what you are saying Saying your way in If you haven’t tripped and dipped in Water You a sort to tore crews around How you like that now Service with a POW! a smile People be practicing they style in the Isle I pile on the core till while is worn I scored big time With big things in mind I rewind Score a diamond My line slid I twisted and bent lines I define trip as anything that flip So Water is trip I caught your hip bone To reconnect the live clone On the microphone We like Water flown in the zone I need to smoke bones And Fast again at last attend The class and spread my wings I don’t carry them thangs
I’ve peaked and reached the Nexus The complex in the brain to bust Slain turn to dust refrain From blowing it away Staying gray matter on the platter Your hat you’re wearing is scaring kids Gangbanging and slangin’ dope What’s broke is the vote to hope To come smoke some Ganja again
I vandalized a guy’s eyes Robbed him of his thriving violence business This distance crept people practice in step To crept up yo Blow a hole through dough read the slow Feed below Toe to toe Go for mo’ I show a glowing Soldier how to fold cores I tore right through and drew Wicked it crew sick with it
Wrapped in the Golden Arms I’m going to ring alarm bells Until I gel into the right state My mind is hell Until I ring the bell clean Like a nightmare or dream There’s nothing in between
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The party will return one day When skies are gray and rhymes are dismay We play the music All crews twitch until they sooth with a grip Tight lipped run a tight ship My mind did never slip up I rip up Trip up Take the dip in the cut to strut I love a front on a fool Acting like he or she so cool Cause they got fuel I route in two their asscrack To see it coming back They asscrack
I just want to live in Peace The shots greased The shots in the slots deceased crews lead it with tools People just fucking rule Like school is cool I hit a shoe up on duck These rhymes pluck minds Until head crimes release dead minds I’m said I’m blind I rewind back to the bottom line Some got shot over the crime
We executed the black out Fully stacked up to stack down License crown to town I take it Bake it in a cake and break it till it quake Shake the ground pounds lounge on scrounge I hound dog through the fog I smell it the hell hit on the bell equipped with sounds My might is now and again seen on sight I likeness like I strike the mic But bust I hype to thrust I service just as crushed Till they dust I busted trusted nothing I’m suffering from martial All had it scream they partially lean I got stacks of cream
Top of the Morning to yah! All crew screw in there to pull it tear I lit the air for flair Proceeded to elect myself mayor Yo stay there We’ll come back with the gat to Soldier Stat Fold your maximum I proceeded to blow stacks and numb on Cocaine We got Ganja and Meth Proclaim All the Sets slain Light this brain in chocolate lane I chalk it up to cold came knock a fool out I don’t like to but I strike a fool right up For shooting around the room like a cluck You hit this dose of mushrooms and duck Soon as you step you crushed Slushed ice with dice up into little bits Twice cut the flips take advice get your shit lit On the OZ Don’t punish me I stun to see I double G
Bikini on the reflex? You catch a G test to be the best at Bikini You seen me? I like it I tree branch out with flowers to smoke I chill No ice or nothing just Ganja The one thing I swing with like this I write a crisp jam in the slam Light this up who I am? I’m the man I understand all the land I froze to flows I show it don’t blow hits You screwed up you get fucked up Your truck rope was dope and you got broke You smoke a choke and don’t toke further I got it on the burner inhaling server Never failing We bone in the chicken to stick in Shit in the kitchen is the intended victim Yes we eat flesh We ill to the fresh I step into your whole crew to death Never second guess
Down twice Ice clips down to slice Mics up dice rolled I patrolled all night I light up sights sold flights On types I murder hypes to turn in Burn in the insignia The brand land you head shots to get within within yah I’m not a beginner I’m a 30 year Vet Plus I sweat I like Tex/Mex X off the lesson long To strong flesh that hit to death In your brain with the flex Specs spectacular Rhyme this like Dracula I back up in yah I been the center of entrance The defenseless shoot all over the place Without Ace
It’s the brand you land when you handed it We commanded the gangs real thick With the slang trick hang with the rang kids twitch Stitch up lift up blips like lit trees my eyes sees on I ski past dawn to relieve all the claw to the face I take it and break tricks down to their face They are disgraced I know this one fool with no Psychedelic He packs a tool and you can sell him tools To sweat fools with He tighter than grip Lightning real thick Exciting! I think he’s into Meth Whatever he’s a dick I flip him and tip him off the scale of way all be Like that yep! The bike’s fat I write max Tap that ass like eyes bright in the craft I smoke all your stash and dash With the cash in a flash I like to smoke sifted Hashish I want a big brick I don’t see what the problem could be No trouble with the bubble either Or any manifestation of concentrate Of Cannabis I plan to adjust again To the right ends to spend with the dead lift Skip to that Jack
An MC chipper than I flip your shit and then Reflect my 8 did collect I set a date to reflex They X offed I sauce money with gun heat Run the Street and bleep out the cuss words To release birds I like a sandwich to lighten and brighten They fightin’ over scraps To swim laps for rap tracks Keep MCs in the back I jack job slack mob the tax you got robbed I pull a cog out The machine fails I bails Out on the pot I smoked a lot I need more to score with the wind tore through Raps just blew a gasket I relaxed fit The trap set To rap bet I jack jet out Let out of school Cancel cool for the stance that blew True story
I said Jah Bless Light up the Trees with no stress We smoke no cess We smoke Sativa The rhyme crest that feed the steez With trip Lightning right the thing with Wings I bring a sting Kick back and flip tracks that sing Like a flow tax That Gold wax I folded Did it bold big Took a big swig of the potion In the Ocean we float in the salt bath Like a wrath I right with Cash In a flash the stash come out It’s time for Tropical Rhyme that stop and pull Dice rolled controlled the soul I dice up no more ice in the cut That’s told story Of born heat We beat the fleet with the reaper Ganja teacher Harvesting year round From the ground the Sativa grow Just for that we blow slow
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We the Streetwise Street guys with knives and guns I leave mine at home and get stoned to the bone I don’t break bones I seen it shown it sneak peeks I reeks of the Ganja All bomber on a ton for hung out Done the dugout To rub clout off You soft You need to smoke Weed Get it in the bloodstream the brain Then lightning I tight the thing right up with the swing I light up Don’t be frightened It’s in the cut Gold ease in I shut The door on the poor It’s unfortunate But all they want is to eat I had Dinner On the Street I’m a big winner I don’t compete but I defeat Take you on a spin there I been disappeared into thin air Like this I scared To hype this beyond compare I rolled dice and fixed your stare There Don’t come near Here Have a joint get on point and don’t sweat I’m no threat
A Wisp of the Qigong Stick NonMartial NonMilitary Stick I settled Qi And led free in design To balance Qi All 8 Diagram Masters run the Qigong with Stick Extreme If they know Weaponry The Weapon is the Stem and Leaves of the Martial Art The Flower is the Qigong The Seed, the pure Kernel of Qi A pleasant circulation of Qi is the Essence
Coca All birds chirp about how badass their cap is The stacks fizzle Gold Coats Smokes of Coca The technique is unspeakable Masterful Martial or NonMartial All show extreme promise The Peaceful Tranquility The ability to Practice in Peace Matchless in the Universe of Qi
A scenic sight at a Mountain Peak I ate an Ounce of Psilocybin Mushrooms I saw the Great Heights The Highest Peak one can reach After a View of The Peak I sought to Retreat into Sleep I continued to See Yet, after all Sight I was Still Blind It was after Years of Qigong And Martial Practice that I Burned on the Peak Now I No Longer Fall I have The Vision and The Dream
It’s a Trip to Pop Up and Down Shot out the Tail Lights You Come Clean with Beam I got a Reinstated Dated Asphyxiated Gold Plated Ray Gun for something a ton I Dropped Popped it The Stop Hit Light up lit Playing with the Martial Arts I know So Many Internal Sets Now I Seldom Flex I Cry Foul Ball!
A Martial Dance Get your spear on Like a Lear Jet I’m gone Through the Atmospheric No fear or sweat I don’t fight I collect respect People respect my Mastery in step It hasta be the flee fled The bleed said it the edit I credit blood and guns With this likeness by the tons Of dope I move so smoke In the groove we like Ganja to sooth Smooth move
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Hollywood
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I wish good Medicine for everyone Chinese, Indian and African Herbs Word to the birds they serve I got unheard of tracks that whack backwards When I rub a sack forwards or back towards The map unrolled Sold it The cold hit the soul of the mix In the fix I write magic tricks I’ve seen a lot of Medicine In a letter sent to the President Asking for Medical Treatment for all On the Ball I scrawl what crawl up the wall I might enthrall the call the way up to spray up We don’t like gangster rap In fact we intact through the back end To rap’s end I black friend of the mend On it to gone with it strong lifted wrong stick it in It’s a sin to Win so I eat dinner and thin up there With the duck air and careful to tear full You could be aware of your brain in your skull And what you seen is dull pain You need Medicine for the blood stain wool Hit the trip equipped Cerebral Lift from Sativa With Tai Chi Tai Chi is my favorite Healing Modality With stick my brain hit the right way in To stay in the flame you became superhumanbeing
I’m the cancerous Master of Bastard The sack toward the Master of the Swords Weapons with the check in I respect men Martial Non Partial we got it hard to pull I charge the Bull back And sold crack Mac a stack With right back contact My bomb is rap I highjack the cold fact I told stacks of notes to float in the broken Spoken for the tokin’ on Ganja Laced with something We ain’t bluffing We tough ink to sink into the nothing We cuff link stuff in the sink needs cleaning I’m free wheeling off the ceiling revealing All wounds healing the real thing I steal the wing off a King whose steel is sting I write a hinge Crept up step while they slept but I in check with the cut for front Tore the brunt of the ball to call what all Soldiers flock towards
The floating Tai Chi light body All right Karate you punch them in the face the taste of MMA Disgraced by my way I stain them red I deadhead the spread for led to medical They credit fully pull test out the back seat to greet you on the map Complete with stack all they diseased cheese like ski low I read slow the current burn it on the search limit The gimmick types I’m livin’ it the hype is real with Tai Chi I’ve got the healing mentality I don’t laugh I write the raps that slice mask the task to clash I dash past the flash and cash in That rap’s sin To see a friend ended and bled dead That’s the representative of the let you live credit to medical All heads I pull up to chop off the fluid cost a lot of loot bid Scoot your shit the fuck out the way Before I scare you display
Ganja is the Greatest Fucking thing ever Created I watered the flips and dips With my crops Shock cops who don’t like it Until I mic up their mark trick ass I hold a blast from a Joint or Bong Prolonged Smoke broke the Coating Now I’m floating Rewinding on Tracks Rewroting The fold up Wing All this Lightness I bring Softness The Boss Cough Crisp On Ganja Rips Plus Psychedelics I was dead on arrival Before I tried the homicidal Meth I sold hold to death Still you bold Release the Techs Filled with Gold I Cold rolled respect For all the old heads My name is Platinum Cap on the tracks I’m from I like Water and Sun
I smoke Techs with the flames Unseen names bring hype that insight claims I release blame on anyone Who hasn’t held the Gun I release 1 Sun on the Sun brand lighter I ignite Meth and a sight toward the flesh Excite press record to the death I step I check in step all the bullies who pull heat Crept Sleep on this you gone with the Mexican Connect I need Ganja again I licensed to styles with profiles I just all smiles I retiles the floor Who could core release the War through? All raps like this true My smoking Gat is a fact with the stew Crew run laps around the ground steady I smoke real heavy The Ever Ready Man I deadly I don’t like to see G coming with the bleep Murder heap of the burner that’s keep Your head in Medicine My letter better than Let’s just be friends I call this cap Mag I’m the protagonist
Yo we got Coca on the line What’s the time? Release shine until you blind I behind the scenes cleans up this place Ace with Techs and AKs I reps the Wu Tang I still in flame My name is Platinum I trip to the maximum Your back get stung I just chill relax and hum Guns All these Suns They step until they get done by the expect The Guns to come out Murder Route I’m telling you All to hell with glue in the stew of drugs I got plugged up thugs With their snub noses Making poses I puts on designer clothes and I roll in The dough when I ready to spread I like a Mac 10
All cheese is plasticine You glue Murder crew After I light I never fight but they ignite fights And it’s not all right I got Dragon Breath With the name that instill the flame to be the aim I clock this slain MCs Like breeze They need to ease up And get fucked in the butt Until I diseased with what’s what I like Pasta Chill and smoke in armchair You best beware Of the boy no toy I got employed by the void To stay in the coin I foiled Lore women galore But I kept the true as bet Snore on bitches Ain’t no hitch in this With Mixtures of step I’m too well trained and I X Out then name of the blamed ones With Guns you sum from when you pull one YO! MCs can’t flow and at the show I billfold cold with the cold rolled steel Just counting cash My next meal is the spent feel For relapse
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Hollywood
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Sniffin’ powders All allowed thirst From around burst Come the cloud and worst I made 8 and 9 steps Cold Curl With Wu Tang Skill I’m ill Don’t bite my shit you fill I sight to see them still fight Ignite the fight will Until tonight I dice up twice I eat beans and rice Take this vice lord’s advice Smoke a lot of Ganja real nice With the sword I press record I been bored Kickin’ back Chillin’ on tracks Fillin’ Release will in the to bill little children I make my mind still then Go in I service I tend to work murderers into worthless You could hurt tricks Burst a 33rd and flirt with slips Duck and dive roll collide I step inside And kill turn the tides Real fuckin’ ill And you like it Still until the heights Of Psychedelic You punk ass mark trick
We grew up with the gang heat A gang sweet Until you meet the bullet Pull it back to cap Wool hit this rap track is black steel In the hour of chaos I spit you the made man sauce For boss to play cross it up Like a Ganja strain A in class maintain brain Sill in slain in the days when The playbook shook your ass People forget fast We burn in To learn in school Learn the rule Pack a tool and shoot up fools Cool is the gat Bullet like that right maximum stun They neighbors call the cops from Behaviors of kids Like this I smoked lids of grass Haulin’ ass from the task I master I hasta fast forward Then back toward the raps award winning Beginning spinning plate I date a nice iced out chick Who suck my dick I love that shit
We clock the P lock On every G lock Torture scorch your Earth For worth the gun burst Dies of thirst shit hurts The pain insane Switch lane with some Cocaine I lit it stoke flame No he didn’t! I fin to kill shit Lightning quick Right this I rip a J laced with blades Rap plays in the background Chip in for the sack now Or you can bow down I fit the Crown on a Wizard To give digits to midgets I frigid cold bold All Soul professional My set we pull into the hex real slow You burn slow from the pain Like this with a flight risk I tight twist the lock excite chicks With the stalk of a big Ganja bush Tree Fools try to murder me So I liken this key to rhyme B Still in tight with the P
I need my heart to sing Been sober 20 years Fuck beers we hit Ganja And caught a hard wing So the song blow in the breeze Lightning on skis I rock diseased peoples Sequels is the feeble dumb stupid one On a loop bitch Then you hum My mind went numb From Psilocybin Mushrooms I got crushed in small rooms Sweep up the dust with the broom Clean your scene like a dream I rock a tie dye sheen like ice dry On the lean My dice fly I slice the pie And don’t even have to try You denied you hide But all glide through See all blue raps anew Like my crew says Flavor spreads over danger bled this A favor intend to lifesaver I behavior Modification see yah later skater
All the homies fiend on that nitrate While I hydrate I say play your claim your fame for the name of War I core to it work em screw in the head all they dead My polite demeanor comes off how you seen and heard I’m a bird the 33rd I don’t want to wreck nerve and serve Game and Exclaim how Set rewrite the name of Heaven Except for brethren I expect the best less you came in flame I aim to blood stain all the fools who remain in the lane I maim and kill license to ill hype installed with the type Of swipe for the hard to guard I scarred and disbarred From law for all I saw it all I broke your jaw And commanded the standard until it’s a draw It’s your man heard of brawl I tight same tore up again They suck and then they dead I’m well fed And maintain for all who bled I represent the service to swerve on this I fluid Rip right through it I true kids up and luck has it I magic Dragon with the tag in I lag been up to what I been I stuck you around the pound and you hit the ground I don’t want to hear a fucking sound
All that class ring I love Ginseng My speed thing is wing I bring a team play to relay all the herbs I curvature server Iced out murderer Rollin’ the dice And everyone head of yah I turn it one sum up for the burn up to come from Something Sun ray like this on Hay I used to strike this I hype twitch my ball is all scrawled in red you dead While I said I hit the federal limit Gimme it the gimmick that set your bitch intend To fully Herbalize I seen murder flies on small butterflies I despise the ice twice cut for nice to keep your mouth shut You ruined Didn’t do it I shoe fit Wear it To tear it Bare it all naked And wear the ring that’s sacred I make it sting Burn in the thing I swing
Too much crank For a bullet length I shank fools In the tank with tools I stay cool in school And fools act up Back up The track cut The ass shut The task bucked I last with luck I struck You fucked I service pluck To fertile ground All around Ganja Plants Let’s Dance! Release the chance you need It’s difficult to hook up Weed I shook up Deceived by the took a cut For indeed My speed isn’t the vision For the live in The children get killed when they see it Just be it To feed it you pay heed trip The scene is sick You get busted in the lip
Herb maps Perhaps this word stacks Unheard of to the max I serve funds Under one done it Stun it and from hits They sky plummet I Sun ray lit The gun play itch Like a cinch to fluid win to it Do it screw it in Fools attend to who gone win I food long bend the mend With an A pretend to slay But any way I extend to duel gone way Hardcore to guard more My garden for Ganja And other herbs Word I love the spice Small Organic Farms the device That crews thrive on The live song Float on and smoke a bong I’m happy to make you glass pipes As long as they’re nice I don’t like making spoons all day Everyone needs a pipe or two All crews roll in the Hay And it’s a beautiful day
A Gangster Hands crew the ran through drew On school hit fools up Word is luck like a tucked one type from it to gun it I one hit wonder bit the Summer flipped To stun it under Dip in the comfort of slip I thunder lit What once was bit is now fit like glove I rub A dub sack folded flack come back black I service hack I murder max with the furniture in the fact I kick it Sick with it The skill I’m ill I got a top bill to rock until the Sun come up You run from monster truck I don’t duck I pluck A fool got his nuts crushed in the bum rush I hurt you till dust Just serve crew with lust on the burn through I cussed and yelled at a bitch who switch You could tell I itch my shit like a bell ring Nice to be in the thing I ring I bring my drink to think what’s pink I wear a mink and brink of leading the feeding link In the indeed spin the ink on the sheet Write this white with the color All soldier love born in true blood torn Like slew drug worn on the morning Sun We gun
Understand guns Till someone busts your lungs with smoke Choke thick on it wrote the dis dog gone it flip Trippers with wise word is up to heard of duck truck on the ice Slice the mic short to report on sort of score the core Was War I soar and fly in my eye I get high on Aqua My block turned to learn the shock burned through the turn And twist step rep with blades and in check they stayed How I pray Techs and AKs amaze I sold Gold for days I cold rolled with the maze I fold ways and means In ice cream dream for the team what it seem like? I beam hypes up to see light cut the Tree on mic device shut Out the route for they doubt I run shout out clout for the how that sound grounded And down to Earth rounded since birth I thirst for ones and sums I numb like I’m from I rung All day long just chillin’ with my bongs I roll on I sold gong for wrong I hit three prong and feast on lead dawn proceed To blow Weed Herb Ganja indeed People hear about bomber and a lawn chair Chill on Grass with the latch lifted I sifted through the guitar riffs did the skid on gifted Trick kids into thinking I’m stinking of cess when it’s the best I flame up the rest and stay abreast of current events Spent invent the tense left it spread and headed for dead they bled In federal crime like several of rhyme I mind the time all the time I’m a crime felon and my shit is hidden or I dissin’ you crew Just listen
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Hollywood
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Off a burner soul searcher I get tortured Pain Flames up in names that brain’s lit Permanent I swerve and bet check the Sets I get a next call to follow hollow bones shown clones of Ganja My bomb was sewn by a farmer who grown the Herb for Decades word I flip the Bird at any nerd who try to smother lover of the verb Smokin’ a fire soakin’ wet retire and poked in the X to stoke what comes next You a joke I reflex hit up sacks of Ganja Black that fire I admire Hex all the liars and bets cheaters murderers criminals The Ganja seed was plural World owned by blown Mex is nice I roll a dice on some Sativa from the G burn all P popped and cheese copped I’m tired of wired Ganja is the higher flame with Ganja aim I wrote this to explain I exclaimed that Ganja wrecks streets word to the beat I heard to this bleep Out the cuss words Murder nerves on the Set rollin’ jet out the place like shoe laced Tied up disgraced lie but for sake of Ganja I’m on one for a long Sun Ray To sum up everyone needs to smoke the blunts, the fire and retire Street Thugs was the designer
My name Gold Tooth Rasta Irie Admiring a fire I caught fire when I smoke to get higher All the Ganja an all nighter I light up my lighter Get excited burn On one learn The turn it takes makes life Great Again A Soldier mend Anyone tend to end I got the friend who grow so I know how to grow too I light this in the Noon and spark like a ballon I float higher Mine and yours herb for times with Wars Stirred all blind like tours through Europe I hit Amsterdam and jam on some fine Hashish Gold Teeth Rasta Smokes each kind offered I soft serve a flex caught blurred On Sets My Mexican hookup got the Dank Sativa bank on that Rolled in Fat Cat stacks of Herb Word you Murdered furthered hurt up and burned buds later skater I Mic up all the haters Never tasted her Ganja Herb
Alight With the fresh Nikes Ganja likes my mics mellow Say hello to all the crowd Who got the pounds of herb? Don’t murder for it! Tell your government you love it And how it’s peaceful A deceased crew got at least a few cranks Blanks shot a lot from Ganja Pot Herb Word It doesn’t burn the nerves It relaxes helps with pain I like black strap molasses with the Grasses Herbs Ganja All hail the farmers who caught Word A plural of variety to spice no ice on the recline just Ganja Herb no crime Relax rewind All the blind can see! Is this Rastafarian? I light the blessing Suggesting some grow tips for my own kids Children all are my own I plant a clone of Fire Admire the more higher I get the more the War Wet Appetite for Ganja Might exceed the threat Everyone packs some guns or something From one thing to the next On Ganja we never flexed Relax steps to the rhythm Jah Blessing
So you want to cap some Meth! Light up the fire to see inside yourself be Ganja I used to farm it With the charm lit Rose and Frozen I cap ice like chosen to blows in the Wind Then it’s time for Crack Cocaine Further explain the name and why Ganja flame I light up with the right stuff to my name All souls aim Shoulder the pain Burden Of hard working Searching the Land for Brands Like Sativas is planned Beam yah up You need to get struck twice To understand the dice rolling On ice folding up Fold been tucked in so where to begin I began with Ganja My herb I hit it to get turned Like Christmas Santa brought the manner Of Star Spangled Banner All the forefathers smoked Ganja Life Liberty and Happiness And they back on the fence Speaking tense Get your Ganja herb and rinse off Shower Power in the Water and soften
With the 8 moon steps I reflect back upon The song I sang Birdie on Black! Learned all the keys in fact I sing on trees Like a songbird A reggae song word to the Herb Fire Get higher Off the tunes The room swept clean by Ganja Lean Beaming with Love and Peace They don’t like the Fire the Charras With cursive writing I’m on a Fire Reggae display Every day we Fire No more wire ever again I got a medical healing blend Just for intent I invent new rhythm My best friend made the clay Rasta Pipe! I ignite Fire inside when my glass broke I smoke signal the criminal I got on the line Who never smoked Kind They are blind From behind they come To rhyme they all designed for crime Such a bad vibe I wipe off the type soft On Ganja Recline! Peace and Love from Rastafari Irie!
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Slippin’ off to Waterville again You better then to make Cash Or drink a glass of the aqua All talk stop I rocked the trip cocked back and flipped On a little kid Who isn’t licensed to bid they slid in I take ten minutes to reflect on the bitch ass Servin’ fast We sell blood Plasma And all that has to happen is you get capped then I max ends off the bent I center entered with the spread tender I flex on fools back at their school Global Rule All is cool in school If you don’t fuel You catch the tool From the back usually They master see to Caps that flee I hasta be the best Or I get hit in the chest they flex I respect anyone who steps practice To match this you need decades Blades ain’t made in the shade
We kick it with the Boy From South Central LA Named Jason It takes place in the Hollywood Hills My mind kills now Over the airwaves how Me and Jase smoked the Herb Unlaced Nowadays we chase the freebase around the block But I got the murderous stalk So I screech chalk And call the War off Jase got torn by War I saw the core Been born then All the blend of Herbs and Spice Legal to the icicle My mic does pull When I wool I cap a null and void Avoid the ploy Boy I can’t see how you can avoid The Boy did this while toys slid in The farmed men Been up in arms then I celebrate and skate on ice Make my hands nice Magic With the baggage handlers you could brandish yours I been on tours I score the floor seats This War reeks of rotten blood and guts Plus with all the sluts
Me and the homies need a Reefer Connect We sick of the disrespect Of the Street We get heat Everyone meet us at the dust spot We like, Yo! What you got? The block got hot So I got shot at Roll gats in asscracks and it’s like that Mold your fat ass My soul just passed through The last crew who knew We just blew Rhyme and this to the T MCs flee when they see me I be OG Cap a ski and P nut Licensed in the cut To score the shut out When it comes down to route We got some doubt Yep. I lived in the small farm town Where all around there’s one corner On one block They busted both Glocks Now all the stock rose and shocked The drop got you popped on these streets I walked
These cold streets is watchin’ Put another notch in your belt for the top ten My shock end the stock vehicle Peeled disease off the World In this curled Wu Tang Who dropped the real slang mang? I got the English Language sang Rang the thang and release tracks that come back Without tax I max a stack For the black dark uncharted darted through Watched this crew blew Into the stew everyone flew I said Guess Who! Yep you knew whose shoe is on which foot I full of soot ash Burned the stash My lungs Gold Cash The murder last as long as my ass strong I blast To the task I got the raps you hit bong relax No sweat I route out a Tech it’s the task I got respect but I cold collect OG with these rhyme raps With Wu Tang Key Plus heavy duty Mushroom Everyone bum rush too soon Like a spoon of Cocaine You can call it anything man A soldier sank in the tank And smoked dank herb till they bird
Your coffee soft heat Rock sheets of LSD That ain’t me but I plan it to fans with the hit records I catch hipsters in seconds With this check wreck it The Tech always lit The AK stay in the lane I shot with brain on Psychedelic Maintain All they claim hipster fame What’s right is the insight on Ganja all night I take a night flight And sight the lyric truth you drink a beer and hit I near miss? Hell no! My snakes hiss you get dissed A little hippy trick needs a lift I got a little crackhead a gift I seek to riff I shot it flip the stock rose to the top In the market I darken it to stark naked flake it off Bake you’re soft I hate your boss too Tell him Fuck You Sum your tongue up in one language cuss word English extinguish The flame and the lane ends in The insane in the brain Strain of Ganja We smoke it and get the hard pull on the Set with no flex Plus I rub backwards with my AK-47 I’m a Veteran
Pull up and check your hit Don’t wreck your hit Light up a lot of spliffs Catch riffs on instruments that trips I light this Don’t fight this I ignite this for Rasta Irie I tire of seeing the treeless I need a festival of Ganja All around the ground steady to shake real heavy Get the head heat the deadbeat Relax your seat and meet and greet everyone For fun I shine Sun on a gun I don’t like gun threats We roll and Rolex whack sets Come off crisp inspect the set I’m fresh so I def with the X clip in the rest to dip I’m telling you You sound like a fool You’re not cool You need Ganja school
I’m about to order The sort to real core true as the twist dance blew The answer was the advanced burn of the Joint on Point I clock a coin flip that tight stick in the bite trip off me I got a lot of trip and Ganja to come off clean on the scene I fought it to caught it till they raw clipped the saw the product standstill You’re brand is ill I tight kill polite fill insight till I right with will In Mics I drill into contact with rap if someone pulls a gat It’s like that I come right back with the tack I master has to cap your ass to death I got the Dragon’s Breath
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Smoke a joint Practice Dragon and Monkey Dance I’ve proven myself in combat So I’m on capped with Platinum to trip and relax with some Exotic styles I compiled from the annals of boxing My rock swing I shock the thing A lot to crown you king I want to see you dance With fighting techniques Beyond belief I chief of the system Of Dragon and Crane I watered the lane My mastery slay in the brains I stay in lanes then swerve until I can’t explain it’s word Catch a bird who wraps Or perhaps Shaolin for the monks We don’t take punks You need blood We like that brown down mud I chill and suffer rougher I like to smoke Bud Ganja rub Tax the blood for caps that study maps All money intact with the facts that run heat with the gats
Fully relaxed at the rap fest My bomb infects raps that suggest the flex I wrecks crews with blue on their shoe Cause they new I crew release brew off the stew I so cool I fool with the World turned backward Score a sack toward Sword Core release busted sheets on LSD Smoke a lot of trees like Jesus Best believe this I write a thesis That beach trippers dip in waves to see this remix I got the beam that adjust To the bust off lust for just to turn to dust I just thrust I cussed out a bitch for stitching up kittens Wearing mittens and sitting pretty in the distance I fist up my wrists cut I stick truck with the lit ducks on the ruckus Bring it I sing it out loud Shout down towards the crowd To the floor they bow They understand how I could get so great Cheese and later I fade your hits out To flicks martial arts hard to fully scope Till I broke and wrote some shit My mind is fully lit Lots of Drugs and Trip
I pay respects to the Tech I slept with in bed Staying up all night until the next early light and them some My friend dead from the drugs that thugs pull off I roll cause havoc to manage damage it’s savage To have it your way in the doorway The psychedelic swings the door and tore away the horror Once you seen it you in tune with trip let beans slip Martial fit with the hit up so you could sit up and get up Don’t let up pump the set up like this lead duck The head struck with bullet You could pull it back and shoot but you gonna get it I spreaded the raps deaded up let it shut the door and core For before people went to War they score Some Ginseng roll and roll right wing I tight the thing My lyrics might sting I come with Wings I sings this track feeling in black revealing the tax For healing I max the dealing I clack back the shit and blast For feelings that last all you seen was your ass
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I hit a soul’s weight Relax straight Spin a plate and everyone dance I got advanced martial and I dance Hard to pull off the chance For a Yard full I card your ass you know Sniff blow I reach the toe up limit of gimmick I flip it And rinse it mince it dice it all cut it up and twice shut the duck This ice got shut truck steady Rope ready for the head heat To deadbeat I said street Was the truth complete Ruthless seat On the fruit for sweet I broke a tooth On the roof I seen it I smoke bean hit the cleanest I’m the meanest savage to ravage I got cabbage and I plan damage
All the old masters died You could hide inside I’m glad I took the ride I’m the Master Now! I reverse cow leap A cow heap pie sprouts Psilocybin Shrooms Seeing these keys in these rooms led to Mastery I fast to ski pole up a bleed fold up the seed with speed Methamphetamine I likeness to cream smoking beams off jelly gas Release in a flash the Murder Master With caps to stack yah up This Murder Duck A fleet struck Same as stuck in the bleed you luck I don’t give a fuck Go service in the cut To hit some relish Embellished in the fell with split Tell that hit Mixmaster flip The dipper
Herbs A murderer served with the curvature To burn right through Hurtin’ yah Curtains for your kick back lifestyle Soul child I fiend to profile for mean green Ganja so I could smile I pack a pile of stacks Shoulder high to the tanks We got the rank to stank up the place I seen a fighter ace get no place In stasis The basis was to make shit great Inside our own brains We strike strikes in bowling lanes the type To hype up but I wipe shut on stone ace The Ganja Cut a stoned place My stoned face looks like I make Miles of profiles For the Gold and while I’ll file in line I chill stylin’ Smile then all the while been Actin’ your friend We could send the key right up to G for a fee We could wax free make it max And ski pale in the whale Make it fish tail All they stale We could cold rail While everyone else fail Move at the pace of a snail All we gotta do is inhale
Lit Rap! 35th 36th Mix that Git back Or you risk jacked ass Fast to skid Blast that kid No matter what he did He did it big Took a swig Run that shit Bum some hits of a cig Total nig Release the trig Cold greased pig Now busted lip Scheming Beaming at the hip With the full clip A Soldier missed Florida Keys of Coca We smoke up Broke sho nuff Roast your whole butt On the spit We be rotating it Like most aim we sick Flesh eaters Death deadly Flow the medley Head speed indeed yours Feed four legged beasts To bleed for more Wars
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High Bids Lit up the E-Cigarette I jet up the block for Ganja Stalk To put it in so I could Walk Proper Don’t stop I popped them in Florida Snortin’ Reportin’ back from space the Ace With Meth in the lean the taste was clean Death did seem fresh What happened to the Dead Kids?
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The Cops cracked down My wraparound sound When I put the Crack down Toned down my Glock 9 Pound The hound dog bullets Was fully in it to win it Some people gifted with drugs Written plugs Thugs off that snuff Raw They busted a jaw When all they saw was War I scored a pouring rain Insane way in the big league Games with Flames James
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I burned an 8 off the flag Sun and Water Heart Sings Ganja Wings Tighten things up And loosen The gang truce maintain Still to this day I got a brain that rolls right down the way At the spot the A Tre off some pot Reefer caught Neither not Magic Until you bought and Managed The brain scan Your flight did land
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My shirt works No holes for folds Locked up Gold Platinum Plates State the fate of rap music In two sentences Your dress back was kept in head I stained red Blood In the Mud I stopped Thugs I beat everyone in the drug game Even megadose trip Like what’s his name?
You only get one shot All sold as the thought Your chain’s bought off the pawn shop Gleam hot up in the pot smoking Choking smoke from explosions So the Gold Taste and Soldier based on bold Aced it Get the place abducted and ruptured guts with the blood Draggin’ names through the mud Your name’s plug You Soldier rub the dub out I run shout the done clout with it to route gifted Tricks lifted off the switch with diamond I’m tryin’ to slid through all names grew as they drew Rewrote your whole crew tryin’ to See some glue and come through What this blood drew and plug two Run it true as some gun knew My gun’s blue I sum through the ton of guns that drew All Sun shine as true
You could see it on the block Murderous thought A murderer plot to Hawk Just tryin’ to smoke some pot A murderer dot A knot of the rock all this walk with stalk Meth and walking death With the drawn on this breath the song crept Slowly on those who slept Beat someone half to death The murderer leapt up and struck the head Now a murderer dead Murderers bled A Murderer fed Murderer wed And instead get it intend To focus on the dopest Who wrote this? I can’t vote for wings I sing a sting Got the King on it and dawn broke With the dawn coat A murderer float All I could do was choke on Ganja Smoke
Yo what is this? You can’t begin like this My mic twist up the ripe reduction bust with the trip The junk in wisp the junction at function The assumption is you been seen it missed the gleaming Bubble Bath steaming Lunch room math With the blast I fold your task up With the clasp shut This is your last cut Shake your butt Make your stuff rough You seen it cuffed Back at the Precinct You get roughed up I seen a Beamer at the cleaners Yo It must have been them word I seen a bird trashed and mashed up Last class was last buck but ass I Soldier till they warped slow and churned under control Sold my soul and all Gold rap this bold measure Seek the buried treasure you can’t feather light Ignite the right wing Crisp up a bat and swing Pro tax with Pro draft the Pro max With the sacks of Bomb Dank Sticky all this shit did was lift me In the breeze like cheese flowing with ease My mind is blind from the tree’s shadow now sad slow
I wanna drive a Benz Twisted Rasta Mafia With lens That droppin’ yah Half steppin’ weapon What’s left in it is digits My mic frigid cold already From skeleton heat I gel it complete unseat the freak Each weekday I speak spray up the least way As shut Deceased decay in the beast what may Increase the peace busted sheets Like fleece diamond Greek My mind spin as the blind man can’t see Understand your hand was B A P offa G was lots to Tree up A lead truck All Rasta did was duck A pluck a sucka A Benz must rap intend to end this I blend this and defend mix I spend this Never intend to twist My math is twisted hafta lift it The class I’m gifted at it Smoke crack and have the stash that outlast All Soldiers outcast I flipped the task
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Burning cold bust burners that churn rhythm Ganja give Dragons what they give ‘em I envision a World with the whole Earth Smoking on the stuff It gets rough in some spots to dot chop the top off I caught a raw sweat and turned a Meth rep I adjusted crept dusted and swept up Trusted that bet I busted death in the slept on dawn I slept till until long I step to the rhythm Ganja Give Dragons what they give ‘em Ganja was chill and in ‘em instill a tranquil peace That anywhere you could reach through bare Teach crews that dare to peep to with the glare I scare a fool Kids play with tools I tack down rules in my school So everyone is chill and licensed with the bill We just kick it and trip it wicked tick tock lick it Roll it up Spliff the Aqueduct drip off some pluck Lift awe straw man made of Ganja and Got a nice sun tan, too We all crew
See the Earth The different ecosystems Listen to the natural world A Ganja Strain grows undaunted I’m haunted by the Ganja Ghost To chill is most respected Connected with Meth And reflected back on Death Noradrenaline I Set in then with the Veterans They all want to talk to you I’m like, Let me grow up first a bit Let’s get lit then and we can hang A lyric like this sang so people hear it Rang I listen to the Ecosystem
I got the Mushroom Echo Chamber in my head that bet stranger things made dead In a hurry I whip up a spicy curry I don’t like to burn meat On the street I like this type I strike up a talk with a fellow Ganja Hawk And Sqwuak! I chalk outline It’s about time I read the red line And blind With my overdoses I chose this path And loaded comatose it’s fact I’m on the map and intact Still despite the ill I chill until the peaks dissolved And problems solved I got a 13 year drink of the Pink Elephants I love when the visual visions kick in I listened and glistened gold Relaxed strolled through wax on Sold To this guy right here like a light steer the ship Related trip was a burning flip Off the churn The ocean was in motion Why I lit up the potion I got soda in it to begin it I think different call in Hemp I got exempt from the stem from the lung inhales Do rails of meth and stay all in step I like to just smoke Ganja now though Relax on Snow? I just don’t know I like the flow slow of the Ganja grow I mild molded styled the bold lit it I hit it up still after all those years of Kill I’m licensed to hit twice in this and still Take my advice and chill People don’t know what a gun is I run the business licensed with the firearm All I did was run the charm bent On a cent I got the rent paid Stayed with gats layed back intact with strikes Beat with pipes and sprayed flack I release the attack and got a sack Of whatever I get high and try all kinds I’m blind on diamonds ice the recline Take my advice Blaze your mind out Run the ounce of mushrooms You rushed way too soon to spoon dope And I cope with medicine I don’t like to blaze Better than that stays with the strap I grazed by the bullet so I pull it back Snap cock it then shoot the lethal shot hit The vitals I earn the title of homicidal
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You could reflect back on your gun as one rung I got hum and done the stung with lung from The Ganja Relax in armchair still stare at the violent silent I hit high all in it to dial it in I begin To release the stem of the arm is the bullet I full of bullets and I pull it back the trigger You get killed for shit there I stick air in the wrist glare of the diamonds And jewels I run true and right through Glued into my seat Defeat the sweet and off beat Destroy what each come with Sun I rung it gun it up to sum it but it’s never enough They flex release checks and deck people I live with evil and seen the scene pull up cream Full of steam know what I mean bro?
Blow Snow Rip off the flow as complete as glow come across roll cross The fold with the awestruck luck you ducked it and run quick I swallowed a sip and cold lit Smoked a chip of crack that’s contact My rhymes come right back and that’s a sack I got release tax increase the black in this deceased I ungrease fleece the performance that’s torn on street Compete with floor this gas ask the max to relax heat I ignore all the pleas for mercy They say please don’t hurt me I work a G with the service on P that’s Platinum Rhymes come right back with the gun I sum I stun a ton with the Sun at my back I stack Crack Cocaine
I spit an A ball You spit up the A ball like way tall? I scrawl on wall ALL IS ONE
I stun a crowd down to the town when I come around I got ground I root through the Earth Surface I lurk with the shirt ripped hurt this trip sure you slipped up I hit a reduction that’s struck in fifth on the production that’s sick I mic a stitch and death wish from the competition I listen and glisten in air to scare six in the flair for release glare From Sun gun from the number one cause that’s Platinum Drug free with the all seeing eye I must blind Check the time on the wristwatch with diamonds I spit an A ball line is the difference I signed off in the distance to twist this up Just witness
No more Streets No more Death and Heat from the gun greet with methamphetamine I seen all G in the P like this martial plus I ski ball Weed grows tall as speed thrall I install a new wall and call it an almond cap I right back sack with the fold it the flap I cold gold intact with the folded map Hold it whack that fool who told us that shit Bitches like him never listen I risk in the friction of the mission The stitch in the six end I dish blend the mix in the end I spend a lot of time high and tripped Right this flipped cold dipped birdie I bought a third of a key For use by me personally I don’t know anyone I can party with and key Wu Tang
I spit a blind diamond lights shinin’ I recline in the Sun with a gun I got the Sum and the location at the station to come Get the break on the drugs Released thugs dug they plug as truck must come undone as such Some of us run this thus I trust no one With no welcome I gel intact felt perhaps that the caps was whack On they ass Not so fast I broke the glass and Soldier task was to unmask Release the flack and cold rap the strap up the jack stunt Done as one I got the funds yo I seen the blow now I know snow is gold so I stay cold in the rain Glowing to maintain all rowing your brain for sport contort Show of force of course the source is the poorest place I’m an Ace in the deck from Meth and Ganja whence I bomb yah Stench of Psychedelic I ring the bell and tell it Intelligent with a little Crack I’m sellin’ it
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I’m a Psychedelic Addict I bust it on the Craftmatic Mattress I fiend for the medicine The overdose that blaze left you comatose I stays in the overdose range of soaker soak I poke myself with stealth I Soldier Health Serve a stealth bomber If you cause drama I laugh at yo momma If you try to blaze me I go crazy key your ass Cut you fast with the stash Release like broken glass cut the Water Fast up I last duck in the club your rubber to get annoyed by toys I’m employed and got a void talkin’ boy did I score For more I light up the out of sight OZ of Psilocybin Shroomery Like this I strike hype twitch the license to stitch I did it big and cured my illness PTSD
I lamped up like a lantern Camped for amps to ran sum I dance release tracks that back spun I’m number one with the gun I from hung back crack squadron Back dominate men I spend a leaf on a cigarette thief of the Veteran Relief I spell better than cheese I freeze Soldiers drop down to their knees Then go prone You not alone in the zone I pick up microphone to right some wrongs I got the on this job I long hit Dawn stretch the reflex with check in the hazard I has it mastered I could blast a fool off the map so cool I has the tool I school rule In fact fuel for lyric intact All this rule I sacked up Back stuck with the hatchet I ratchet and it’s a sad story isn’t it? Soldiers in martial prison
So you got Money and Gun Heat I from the Street and from off my feet I kick back and relax No matter how much I slaps you up You still strut uncut with Psilocybin Mushrooms I bust into a tomb of the ancient Egyptian To see what friction they bled to release deadhead Into the afterlife I strike a hype smoking a pipe Meth type of swipe again My mic ten up to render reduction somthin’ I bumpin’ this thumpin’ bitches while I hit switches I never miss I hit with disses I disrespect All crews that toys and flew on brew You annoy like a little boy crying in your diaper I has to wiped your ass Cause you can’t handle cash money I from the run the Street with Gun Heat I done complete jobs on little slobs with jobs on hit Licensed to fit Ice in I slicin’ the Jugular Go straight for the thug to blur Curve in cursive the worst hit is in this Rendered splendid I did it till it dead Then end the Set cold jet out the place bet
I clip a dip of a rip off a trip I lightning quick I mic up stick the type stuff in your mouth To swallow All hollow bones follow I called code in the mode To sew seed I breed Ganja I bomb on one Sun for strong flow come sometime For gun I’m packing some Mac 10 I got the relaxed ends with the black friends I’m not prejudiced I light this up and tell you my fist style For the milestone I smoke many bones to clone I’m in a zone that the OZ of shrooms blown up the spot You get shot On Pot I dot I haven’t forgotten ever the lever bled the federal instead of deadhead I rifle head out to snipe sight full of bitch I might pull the trigger and give The ends that sends the dick and asshole out commend The down Southpaw I round saw the count to four before the amount meant War I sound true as Florida Keys Light up these Gs of Crack Bring the Mac contact Map like contract killer fold it sold it You found your way around hit the ground
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The Cocaine gave me a disco vibe I fronted live with knives yo Flow on thrives Gold cut eyes with dyes I strike the rise the prize is crying tears Not dying of fears I rhyme these rear child steer inside wild Ear to ear smile yo I shit a pile bro Still file slow below the undertow I glow Just so you know I do dough I can’t be caught with Ganja I got a farm that charm though I alarm slow the harm came from the gun steel Wield that and peel back caps With shrooms I got a map can’t lose Intact in school with the rhyme rap I’m no fool I light it up drool at the sight of the all night orgy I sort tore through heat glory to defeat I sweet like meat I shot the teacher I leach burners To turn you firmer into churn there You best beware of the air Caught a stare
With Disco Biscuits I lifted the track with Biz Quick Pancakes Been off a hate crime to relate mine Spent a dime for a crime unstable Table chair sit down stare Get the glare in the eye What’s this guy? Why is he trying to scare? I can’t compare to the drug dealers that feel the force But of course I tore through burn glue At the sight of flew I drew light into The crew in sight with flight I got insight I don’t bite rhymes I Soldier crime is to fold up and strive To get it even liver I deceive to get it hi there And who the fuck are you? My rhyme recite dice up the ice twice cut Bitch caught a slut off a shut out true I ran down South with the gun in your mouth To flounder I ate a quarter pounder And been around there yo just so you knew!
I dropped clean Ecstasy at the rave Got a sex slave with a Florence Nightingale way She got me tight inside to bail on the rave yo Bring her back to the crib just so I can live I got a shiv for tricks in the mix I shank release bank stank up the place Ace intact with laced up Any trace you cut but I place such as nothing does in it Begin to win it It’s a sin isn’t it? But this chick is different She loves my sex and I flex on fools That check in schools I reflex with the tools I too cruel for this mean World Right back at it curled a hundred I something stuck in like loving With no glove ink the contract Release the bomb back WIth a fat sack of the Indica My man in the Tropics gonna fly me Sativa So I could drive a dropped Beamer I steam there Release the air Beware I got pot shot a lot with snot I haven’t forgotten The tranquil mellow vibe while you get shot in The Meth scene
I get iron in my heater Just to check I can’t beat her The seat bare in the air with the shrooms You scared? In tombs I dared count lunar calendar A challenger grooves So I blew them off the tune then I reduce ends to means Where I count beans I just gleams Checks in this Techs respect the death chemical Several pull a federal crime in weather that’s fine But I rhyme and run cap on a dime Perhaps they ain’t tryin’ But they all seem to die and spot riot gear I fear they steer clear of me I got a lot of Psilocybin and chillin’ P Will in it to freak at the picnic Some slit there wrist for given shit In the distance I tripped Collect respect and inject the next jam With trips I could slam Jam ran the trip down to blip on radar I went way past par In the yard they scarred and disbarred Without Ganja in the jar
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I’m a blind jelly roll When the jelly takes control My soul flame up lamping Amping on the advanced thinking Of martial Wisdom of nonviolence People act childish I teach the style of hits off to the soft I progress lost with the cost Flossed that Return Soldiers without the gat Relax flash bats Pipes strikes mics I blaze For days in the daze to stay crazed and amazed In the sun rays everyone plays displays their technique I sold it seven days a week 24 Hours I soured up mash In a dash to crash Making cash Having a blast Revealing last how to master tacks And grapple snap fully and pull heat Until you can smooth do the job Control them Until the Police come Remain with a holstered firearm Don’t pull shit unless it’s a hit job That you can’t handle it Most everyone spits I have Unique Degree To rap this up trap in the cuts The stuff that such as that after cats attack I mold Dragons on the map
I shocked He popped his lock So I headed him down the block to chalk outline It’s about time we kill the murderers I hurt on the service To word this proper I got stoned and copped some more I tore the rhyme Floated dimes past common criminals Who aren’t martial And I’m partial to martial artists I like people who don’t get dissed Crisp technique to speak of I real of the red the scrub off the weakness I leak blood And teach in the mud What’s up thug? I drugged a rug pulled out from under Join the club so you don’t get the thunder Strike like lightning It’s hard to fight light it then Spend time perfecting your rhyme For the time being I got all eyes seeing I smoke a Ganja Tree then Let past ten O’Clock with the flock I stalk the plants pull off the buds And amp on Psychedelics
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I smoked Ganja release tracks Yo you could D that I ski with a bat now I relax how I black out the sound I been down to fight Since I was in the sights The crosshairs of the rifle I spit a mic pull up the trip I’m Psychedelic for this Earth I’m worth a lot in Gold Too cold for the roll Too hot for the get shot I smoked so much pot
I spit a Meth lock Yo you could get Blocked off the soft end with the loss they tend to spread Eagle with the people relax chill see through I bleed crew in the news again This time for soaking the lens Broke in the ends? Never that I got a fat wallet I ball it Hit it up what you call it The wall make this a shut out Cold called the place with Pigeon Wings Then I sings with the Meth Make the Wingtips I sting with trips And ink the six is lifted to twist shit up I can’t recommend Meth But I got it I got two major Ganja Spots I rock the sausage I clock off shit Turn it off yo Still indeed after the death blow I proceed to flow My Ganja is cold I got the sharp Harp on the arc I darken Sit in the yarn for friends I end this right here You better steer clear Or you gonna catch the fear and die all weird It’s guaranteed
I was lucky I came with the plus bonus Without flowing heat I smoked Ganja all day In the Hay as a kid I found lids of grass All over pass that class I was never sober For over two years I got cheers From the adults Hit Volts with the side saddle I rock it this rattle now I had the town in the crew all around I still guess who In the lost and found I bless true As the lesson I knew Way before Meth and Psychedelic Speed kills for real you get peeled I didn’t steal the election I caught a reflection on shrooms I was the only kid to do That dose I razor blade close and Kicked it in the shade For the rest of my days
I dropped out the game Ice round the lane With Snow to blow I could roll dice until it’s cold I sold a little I hit bit skittles I twist issues with rich crews Nix the doo doo I Fast and flew right through you Still the wind blew And all new is how I glue so sing roll solid Fat wallet in the extra dollar bill to kill for You could stick it until you sore With the fours on the floor You can’t ignore Carnage and Gore Flip the floor I’m still on tour I rip roar I hip to the skip up swore I lit my wrist up With the fold in this I exist Blow a kiss Reach out and missed I want more Psychedelics I can’t decide on the megadose I cut much too close on the blood in this to vote For such as does hound down the crown A Soldier spit a round I dropped a sheet of LSD on the ground
I watch for multiple opponents All the broken bones lock Explode and Glock I take it from the top Walk the fog head through the bled Instead of intent I sent it Bent it I recommend it To everyone So you don’t fear the gun Or knife For your life I mix a strike I life alike Hike up The ripe tucked one But I don’t So don’t bite Son I take flight and hum I release the extra cheese and freeze MCs get surprised and ease In their ride until they’re scared I flex on a flare until barely Came clear practice Match this with latch lift I graffiti the strip And like to meditate on lit With the blood in this type thick Every mark trick wants to trip I could dip and slip Even go drunken It’s hard to scar a sunk in one And it’s done
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Edited by Solid Log (08/18/23 05:31 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 1,695
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 11 minutes, 57 seconds
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The Shaman Brew Up medicine To rest In Peace With the streets I eat top lit light Such as the fight I might adjust Bust one in the end I dust to bend the sucker defend Weak I speak of the teacher plants I chance a stance To break my hands So I land elbows I yell sold and solo To will bro Drop the pill stroll Up billfold I’m told I gold as old age I sage Release blade fade A fool in disarray I spent a day Just dreaming of beaming Cleaning and the team With the rein right as gleam It might seem extreme That’s why I got the lean Drunken Fist
I got it made Advanced technique of how to fade into Gray I lit the spray on people Making the seep through the crack roll crews Reload fools Get cold in the Sun with no Gun I love all my firearms And I tired of songs about violence I chill meditate for miles long straight I set the date chill and skate Get this plate Deflate the saying goes I flows Undergrowth in the stove to explode into flame Murder is what became of the name All one in the same a toy through claim drew as the lane of the flew Flown overgrown mow the lawn See it past dawn and it’s on I hit the gong and got the show on Time and I rhyme bind in mind the dot recline To the server for murder to kill further Until a burner chill them I will send my best lyrical ends To the truth I recommend flow all fluid Raps like this ruin lives with knives and guns
Jewels Precious stones That’s the rule Until you got it you shoot through the lock stick and move I rip some groove Hit the slew the crew with brew on it too I lit the fool I slipped in to disarray I play a way seldom seen in dream I could light it but it end the fight twitch My Meth Cap is hella fact of life Roll dice invite the slice and will it twice Got the mic Up try it You can’t buy it I got the fly hits With lightning strips Of grips that trip Might this lit on the sit down For the rich the crown is all in it now I flipped the allow the team to roll with steam I dream a gangster lean for cream? Never that I got the gat and sat back in the act To tack The rhyme wrap up the crime Sacked up We got the try in the eye to deny We too sly to stop and drop I hit it copped weight and skated
All hits I release a four fifth I got the sticks with the four four To tour in War I picked up the floor shocked the door doc I rocked a stock up To lock up my box big truck I fuck it up as such and such I trust the flush out the shrooms Grow in rooms I dwell on meth in hell I gel arms release bell charms and armor I farmer I grow Ganja and yarn blur The arms race heard the barn raise Open the door to the core I chill and more I still kill and ignore Everyone else In stealth I fix the shelf Of the L I smoke Well I toke I overdose on the flows I rolls Control Hold onto Gold make bold moves That mold through You could sip brew Will into the drew the gun For fun I disarm Sun Got the weapons I just step in and end it I recommend it to kids
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Edited by Solid Log (08/19/23 11:54 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I love Crack Cocaine but couldn’t afford it I score up a twist with the 60 rock on chalk I got a lot of Crack Rock to stack boxes I toxic I lacks it Frosted with math That costed A crap table play please thank you Don’t want to spank you kid You did the slid in to fix the ends This shit bends and visually rushes you friends Love this I can’t recommend it but I plug Defensive off the drug People pack knives and guns A dub I love it for rubber I hit the club your man come with the slam I got the program to toes in the sand I brand Can’t ran back the land damn Crack Is a fact that tracks lack it Tricolor I live a fuller lifestyle And smile when I light and train Soak this in the rain To achieve the main aim Ain’t no shame or blame I proclaim Live a simple life And want a Cracked up knife To such as mics bust twice truck the stuff? Too late for that fat cat
We got the Crown Royal Broken rooms in tombs Slick doom until swoop in For the kill to ill you still I chill Pay the bill Fill the pills up With some trill stuff I mil in the cut To get it Wet it up Medical tough it’s credible stuff Your head will go rush You suffer such as the crush I met it to red it up blood I said it fill front And back not the rhyme map I acted to crack shit up Sack filled until I got the funds I ones and manage Got baggage packed and damage tracks My advantage is fact The plan is to master I chapter first verse rapture The fact your still in it ignore The thrill is gone isn’t it? I’m a little different So I got the difference is The lynch mob flow fits I rinse this like corn on the cob I inspect the job you cold slob
Kiss the ring Saw you swallow all hollow And sing Further the burner in the sting For this wing I mingle Max mil and relax Chill until the tax dry and let fly I’m sly got the eye I high up higher Get retired off fire Until you not you desire Fat tires I rock it admire The moccasin money Rollin’ with gun heat To run the street You bet the street is in it Cut your teeth Hit the limit With your beef Shock at the smoke reefer Speak through the bleacher I could use a Soldier to forward The core is full of torrent I pour it down the throat On tour with the ignored flip the phone All in the zone is candy cane cloned With the skull and bones
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Edited by Solid Log (08/20/23 11:33 AM)
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kazok4000
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My heart has become capable of every form: it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks, And a temple for idols and the pilgrim's Ka‘bah and the tables of the Torah and the book of the Qur’an. I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love's camels take, that is my religion and my faith.
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
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Got stalks For marks in the dark Shark cut the bite out With the light out I route Come down now With the sound how I run a town down the lounge Profound with the cut in pounds For front I nouns and verbs Heard of it word my bird hit Serve a fit With program Necklace flow I’m Shouldering the load Before you explode From head to toe with flow I got to go and roll again I can fold them then I circulate With a date to skate Never late on the plate Suffer a cut so such so is the Glow Rupture behold I stuck swore I cut before I gun and it tore This is War now You have a cow and downtown How you like a gun sound? For the lounge I’m telling you You be selling glue to kids For sniffing While I’m riffing doped out Run the soul and shout
On a LSD tab with crack smoke You could do too much dope I did it once before to the core With swore I spook shoot on loot I fruit out and run down the lyrics To tear it’s up stuck the rhythm flux AWWW Shucks I get it tucks weapon In rep then I recommend a step to end The crime with rhyme dotted line Explosion I’m frozen in time I lock a drive up for mind struck Paralyzed realized and redefined I’m blind in the World to curl up Into a ball and die Don’t ask why I died I tried I hide myself with wealth Material stealth hit the shelf Realize stealth in hells bells I gel It’s really real You could feel The element intelligent To pay the rent I’m selling it To shot they fell right in Little children killed with guns I stun for a fun time I run a rhyme down Handling violence expert while I flex jerk The head hurt from head banging Got the thing rang and damn they sang!! Get off the wagon
Stretched out on the stretcher You caught a lecture Of how to blast a Tech more I sector in the section With the connection That died in the dissection To learn the function What’s the assumption here is rear in the back to steer Be fear the black president your resident Sharper than a sword spent on cuttin’ heads Bled soldiers fled fold yours dead On this I wed made medical history with the glory I fist four keys in cheese these rhyme degrees Manage mics on the skis Shock them Ps off Fastballin’ With the wall install the protocol for Soldier fall Fallen into ballin’ I hit the stall and call then I swallowing hits grits fix the mix for tricks I bitch the stitch up This ill cut with sick strut On the motherfuck A sucka duck twice Hold your ice and smash mics I roll dice Equipped with the device I got all types of hypes
This is a Ganja song Throw your hands in the air If you on Ganja and a Dragonslayer I shot the mayor I caught his behavior for flavor I savor the Ganja taster I refresh my face stare at ace there With the meth I drill to death and crept on him Still children killed in the mix with the legal fix of Ganja sticks I flick my bic Light it up lit I could get it tight with this shit My Old School Songs were all Ganja prolongs With Mushrooms Hit the lunchroom with the punch that cause doom And panic and ran in up to bag it Punk MCs sound like faggots I tag it on the wall and ball I shot all the Sheriffs I tear slip beware of trip I thick I prolong the mix There I said it Blow Ganja in the air the medic My head hit the credit the Sativa For a dream to teach reefer to the United States of America Then out to the World I’m a master entertainer I’m Royal and came with the World to turn to the Ganja burn in the Zoo My crew run up to you to pass you the joint On point you need it to anoint The seeded bust that redid it split the difference And lift shit off the feet I meet I cultivate discreet on this Ganja Beat
My spliff a fat cone Spark it up in the dark I park In the spot I get shot at But I’m bulletproof with the raw raps Facts like that you get slapped Over the cranium till you served in the stadium I don’t want to hear that shit from a brain dead Alien I set sail in the vacation station I don’t sip ale and I rail then to the tale spend the day Rolling bones and clone this for everyone to drop the gun For fun I light up Sun I spit the stun You get done up I seen it on the street where I come up Scare the sheet white over the head and fled Several federal criminals intend to write the anthem I can’t envision in prison that people listen to Glisten and you cool mix mushroom Much love with the crew and I stood in the Sun Sun tan I got it from here to Iran Even Japan I scan the land for fans that made me a man to see live on stage Turn the page and blades come out for days All these razors you turn pages worry and hurry up Roll one up We love you as such as a stoner while you leave that shit alone there
I just changed all my drug math With the thug crash Light up reefer in the stash Make some Platinum ash But I reserve the Gold as cold did it Roll with it or fold martial art in it To win it you seen credit that’s endless I tend to twist them up I lead as such as a hush over the crowd Out loud how you like that now? Got the know how I service a snow plow With this allow brown cow to fold down I hit the town I could roll round Got the pounds of Pot A Soldier got shot by an older War Hero I steer thirty below zero To tears blow the weirdo I fear glow on fold with chosen You pose in the game Rewrote you name and that’s it in the flame Brains lit with the famous spit I aim this trip at lightning quick Quick service the tight ship Mic top crisp with fist Tight you get dissed I might Like to watch the flicks at 6 with the hicks From out in the country Servin’ lunchmeat To gun heat I run the streets
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Edited by Solid Log (08/21/23 10:12 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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WIth the gun cross You could run a gun soft Come across lost in the Mafia On top of yah clockin’ yah Shots flipped brah This street shit is a light hit off the trip Mics I mix with the ripeness For hypeness you could catch a night full of flex With the checks written you bitten The lyrical styles of the street condition heat The gun so sweet I could meet you halfway And still you gonna spray Any way it’s every day Learn to handle guns and play with the funds You suffer until lungs full of drugs’ smoke Choke on tokes Almost die from gun shy Till your eye on the prize meet demise I shock a Soldier ride till I fold yours I Cold Wars I tore this Florida crisp with the lift back Crack Existing rap is trap shit Mics I lit and flights I stint On murder brink of the think you link Gold and Platinum I been rappin’ Suns for years and this gun hums
A realistic Soldier Rap toward it’s scored Before the War I soar I smoke the Tropical Ganja Grass Bomb Fast Relax and don’t scratch A record for a second Then I wreck it Flip a AK and Tech with it Left with spit Live it Forgivin’ I make the incision I got the decision In the envision I got that prison rap Fiends to jack snooze Flip my hat Cruise relax Fill in the wax Got this max For stacks I blown back At the shack I got act in the sack then My Mac 10 is perhaps spent on entrance for the defenseless You could pay your rent stress The best sex For checks I release flex and murder debts paid Sprayed bullets and threw a grenade I happen to get stabbed in the throat That’s all she wrote? Nope I got a ride in a helicopter Slide to a better hospital Where they rock your world in Intensive Care Unit Been up to soon itch on morphine drip Release the bloods and crips Lightning fifths this might swing release exist The right bring the tight drug scene Relax on cream Know what I mean? Throwing Fastballs and lighting up steam In the free meaning free Slaves get played for days in the grazed with bullets You could fully fit a conscript I bomb this shit With the mob on six I job wrong to stitch up the slob gone My foghorn blow so I know I shot the glow Undertow for flow I sho’ nuff gonna blow My afro is the last slow to grow For attacks I Fast score some Crack and knock fools off the map Perhaps roll All wax sold it went Gold then Platinum My chain weighs a ton from the plate I spin in the Sun Great to have the gun
We got the homies smoking Cocaine And blow your brains out in the Psychedelic Lane For flame that’s flame up Gangsters came up With they name strut down the block Street Smart with the Glocks I pull up pops lock stocks and barrels WIth the apparel I wear fully rope Gold Chains and scare you My state, beware I turn blue Guess who? And flex crew It’s the best we could do with turn the screw License for who knew the device is gun drew The gun for Sun to Stun with My lightning crisp I sight with the gun and hit Some bit this rhyme already Flowing steady with the firearm that’s deadly I pack incredible heat And sweet to the taste make hits make the place turn and ache I serve a Peruvian Flake Kilo to feel slow Rock it up and below I flock with the strut I real though I steal the show and hold steel for the flow Just so you know
I sweat a fool thorough Watch them turn slow and burn glow On patrol roll tight in folds to cold holds On a stroll I strike it told the type with the ice grip I Gold Soul to Soul with the pole I told the story of former glory Of the Soldier core heat up I bleep so the case shut You could get laced but your aim is the cut the way in sunk All day you a punk in the Grey I monk Never a chump I thunk of the trunk for the popped I chop heat down with the Glock with the infrared beam I chose this team smoke Weed until the AM I spray men and women and even children get killed in The Gang War with thangs tore off the land more or less I suggest you go flex with the health of wealth before you rap self Inflicted wounds I could enter tombs to center on who is the inventor I end your day the cold way with bold spray from the AK I Ganja Grade A I flow a stow away with sold that Gold stay in folds That delay all the rolled in the decay my Pot molds shoulder the weight Ganja is great stuff take a couple puffs then Bring the Ruckus Like Wu Tang my chamber is arranged With dice games and blood stains Mushrooms on the cranium make the stadium stand up
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Edited by Solid Log (08/22/23 11:51 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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I speak of hits greet with fifths Your body washed up on the shore At least my twist was score The award goes to more of that Soldier fat cat Gold and intact With bold rap about the thugs Guns and drugs I pull up plugs the culture with the sulfur burns And tugs on your shoulder shrugs I’m licensed to rub people cold as evil Thanks to Ganja no sequel I reveal how I peel back I got weapons and a Green stack With Mushrooms now lean back It’s a custom to bust when I rush intend To flush out the defense I offensive I left kids with rigs floating lids of Cannabis Damn it’s just the plan to adjust the man who’s corrupt I slam dance and blew shit up Still you stuck licensed to duck I got the Meth cap So good luck with that stuck I struck hard and tugged ropes in the yard To pull shards of metal From the head full of settled like steady All bled slow to death on the death penalty
I like how I can chill on a Ganja Grass toke The Grim Reefer reaps your grass and then wrote This degree is G You got it Yo, you shot it How I forgot hits was like splits at dinners winners fits I sin more and now and again I spread eagle the people They ain’t seen shit that’s illegal On the point of the needle I bleed fully with the pull heat The gun is sweet I like to practice match this with damage baggage intense On the fence players was layers in the fade yours deadhead I went to Spain and fed the lead up in death struck the head bust Cluck! I must bust any mic you handing me I got it Rand McNally Encyclopedia All speed heat up to blur but on Ganja I say Word Up! You heard of truck jewels Ganja fuels all rules dictate cubes Squares I know it’s not fair and I went through the DARE program twice I ice it up sometimes to splice a wire I retire higher than rock steady All fresh flow the medley All night drinking to the head be Said like Greek I speak a reeking Ganja Joint I’m keeping on point
The Molten Reefer Sasquatch Creaker I lit the beaker to heat the mixture that’s a fixture in my drug theory All Chemists near me glow in the heat of the street I like to meet Drug Chemists who make the venomous elixir I twist here with the wrist bare I tear down walls Prolong the growing strong Pot Connection for the reflection hit the section Psychedelic Bell Ring Platinum Don’t overdo that you might want to scatter like a fly from an eyeball I admire flies call the crimes ball Entwined in wine I cold find the dollar bill scholar to wall yours I enthralled with Wars to the Core How the fuck could you ignore War? With the whores I scores I for this Lightning lore exist the frightening rain pour with the trips I mic up the six and fix a hick up with lips shut I mic the cut Strut something like nothing fronting I want that thing I got to ring Shot that King a lot that’s me G the Royal Plot from the seed breed Pure with the cure I speed Caught in the lure indeed I feed the grass with manure and bleed I right to read you your rights I sights the experiment WIth the drugs that bent you Invent a new you I come right through
I light chemicals like the rise through the skies the moon shines Blindness from the time it hits I Mind Fist Crisp Light dissed kids I tripped The 9 Tech I list the steps I jet out the place when I see it Don’t leave to be it to believe it Just reheat the space for ace in the place Attack like safecrack I taste the fade away relaced that track decay All blades stay away from flames with the disdain I refrain I entertain the lane in for famous cut The same as shut case with the plain to dust scratch from the batch How I slid is cold taxed bid For the traction I’m a fraction of the product I raw cut for the sure shot You lure me not into highway robbery I see a lot of G’s cheese I just relieved of the fee to ski I play feed the breed for seed in need Like they freeze up In the cut I got front For the want for tons I guns the heavy I’m steady and ever ready I head heat up the bled defeated but It’s still too sweet like Jesus meets Friction with the six in I twist when I mix blend
Spontaneous Combustion The function that some won for summing up the cut I got a gut feeling the ceiling is high and I eyeball The walls stand tall and never fall I’m all I got to brawl to call the followers sheep I bleep cusswords heap the thrust forward Cords cut strut the shutout with run down the mouth further South I burn down the house Release an ounce of bomb bud Slippery suds like mud you slipped and never tripped up I dip stuff in the crisp stuff the list finished Diminished ring the thing spinach is King I dish in the sink To think of the stink I rat fink on the cheese disease I freeze people below the knees they can’t do evil In the sequel with the rebel how each dwell in steeple Church for search I bleed through the pen release men to spend I intend to end this right here like light beer I chillin’ pill in the system to wish the Wisdom quiz them real men And women I skim in the sink for ink to brink of the clink Rot the think I spot the dink in the hull like assault and battery Your cat will ski for free down the lean the slope to cope with dope smoke I just cutthroat I shut hope down for the folk’s crown and soak now I boast of the power of the tower the man of the hour
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Edited by Solid Log (08/22/23 09:30 PM)
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kazok4000
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Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Last seen: 11 minutes, 57 seconds
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Thug magic Thugs take advantage of crowds that pump out sounds And round the town for crown flow down to the ground WIth the drugs thugs get plugs for a lot of what shot up the product Thugs got hot lovin’ stuffin’ for glove in the mixture fixture Thug in this rich or poor I could settle what fewer and fewer knew of The thug like glove fits the hand like brand label I’m capable of the thug like a fuck up thing that swing I ring and sting A thug bring what thing you could wingtip tip with All thug in the mix to ripen up tricks with the siphon off licks Of guitar and musicianship mics that stay lit For days that thugs plays in the Sunday you could fade like a blade I amaze like the craze for thugs stays in the plays and acts that fat sacks Relax you the back blew I exact flew over the max crew with perhaps Drew as the thug advanced who with this rub in the club got thug love
I took trips on the street I copped some light herbs Mics learned like a bird on the street this is absurd I caught what heard of the Dead show All lead slow penetrate skull and kill On the street trippin’ is ill so I instill the flavor Of major moves to make plays for days and layback I chill and sway facts attack the maximum Sun What fun? What you got a gun or somethin’? I run one thing that’s the street I chewed some mushrooms like greet the street with blood in tombs Wombs consumed by the boom Of the bass on the street you had to face the place no matter what taste It left in your mouth down South I rock the house First the burst will in the crowds on the corner Sellin’ drugs the foreigner not knowin’ word I heard of Psychedelics Then I caught a hell of a hit Now I’m lit for life Like a knife I got that cold ice dice up the fly I die in the eye on the street by the beat my rhyme depletes over time I could go for mine Trippin’
We light In flight I relight I wing it tight with flight while lighting Lighting stripes like Grateful Dead hypes bled in types of strikes On mics MCs fled I hit up Ganja Heads Respect forever I caught a good measure You dead there I copped a leather and a sponge Then another leather Grunge forever clever I hit head hurt in the dirt What work is the shirt I murk A trick float off his ship
Relight his whole trip Mic in this twitch until lips busted chills flushed down spines I recline In design mine is blind I chill and cold find the ice grill rewind Bring the Ganja back on tracks Lightning relapse It’s frightening when they tight with the wing You got to hinge Psycho beverage dead Off spread I like to shoot people in the head
I copped major weight I could feel my head reverberate From stimulant since I’ve been straight I ate a snack and came right back I fill intact with trap black on the snap coming Humming something One thing I know is the glow I coming slow Been there before lit the floor up when I collapsed born rough Score enough for life I like Ganja bomber type On the mic I’ll always be hype Tripped since I seen the lightning stripe Hip to skip a flight I missed the sight I lift people get dissed who missed the Show Been below and back up My sack has made me truck I reduct the fuck out of the snuff I max a knife enough with the bluff to tax strikes I relapse make bikes and cold facts is this Sight in flight I’m polite but so in tight I always dis Lightning crisp like the right wing ring I flip the stats and sing the chorus
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Edited by Solid Log (08/23/23 10:48 PM)
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kazok4000
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A kaleidoscopic mirage is born from the light
While words spoken in whispers calmly excite
Snowflakes of feathers are refreshing in July
A dragon is crowned visiting from Shanghai
Strawberries become mountains to explore
A room without doors I'm trying to ignore
From the corner the North Wind is blowing
Green marbles in a vase are brightly glowing
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kazok4000
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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
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And I watered it in fears. Night and morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles. And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine. And he knew that it was mine …
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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I wrote this broke crazy Buckwild on the beat Then push up daisies I blaze amaze with heat stays G In the street I wipe my feet on a fool’ ass I smoke grass and sold the task To flip a flask of liquid LSD and me Lightning rhymes that key The seen and heard they flee from word I got the lead and numb serve the bleed and then some Be dead come through like kegs from the crew I behead one The murder feds like come through with heads I sum I got the gun For fun I flow run on the done I Sun in the lane with a brain that light names up dead stuck In the truck I don’t give a fuck I got you plucked you stuck like bad luck In the muck At the bottom Like Yo! We got em I shot men dead and forgot then I intend To soften never I gloss on the lever And floss it forever Don’t get shot on the letter You better with blades that sever
Blow up the nose for flows Ganja sprouting from the ground all around To grow bloom and consume Rastas tune in to the new moon at seven Several heads been ready for nice puffs and snuffs Of the Blow how it go is toe to toe I show nuff gonna scuff I rustle and hustle Bustle in the mush ya’ll step through My whole crew is waiting for Scooby snacks Doobies wrapped in Backwoods Blunt Wraps My Soldier’s gats is full of attack the max A stack of paper weight your hate down clown I serve you all around till you murder kill crew with drew gun That’s all you got son So we plot one escape from rape and murder I take it further with the Ganja Burner
Herbs that get you High Medicine that’s fly Better than the best ends they pretend to heal with I got zeal with the less shit bent the more President went To designate Herbs as great He wants them on his plate For fate I rock a date and skate On the shit that’s it yo The lit slow Herbal head to toe flows with chosen Rose ends to bros recommend the shit I light get lit and sit kick back and stack Herbal max with jacks that sack’s intact for This rap’s core is performance enhancement I take a glance at my watch Tai Chi time and awful hot my Chi rhyme with dime I drop one for a shotgun to stock sum I bust a gun to stun the number one I some shit that’s it my flight sit in the ride That’s on the side to collide in mind with the plot thicken time that quicken With my mittens I handle the scandalous Major intense herbal remedies fabulous indeed
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Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
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The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion's followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay! When the deep calm sea and the deep sky over Both look their passion through sun-kissed space, As a blue-eyed maid and her blue-eyed lover Might each gaze into the other's face.
Oh! this is the time when careful spying Discovers the secrets Nature knows. You find when the butterflies plan for flying (Before the thrush or the blackbird goes), You see some day by the water's edges A brilliant border of red and black; And then off over the hills and hedges It flutters away on the summer's track.
The shy little sumacs, in lonely places, Bowed all summer with dust and heat, Like clean-clad children with rain-washed faces, Are dressed in scarlet from head to feet. And never a flower had the boastful summer, In all the blossoms that decked her sod, So royal hued as that later comer The purple chum of the goldenrod.
Some chill grey dawn you note with grieving That the King of Autumn is on his way. You see, with a sorrowful, slow believing, How the wanton woods have gone astray, They wear the stain of bold caresses, Of riotous revels with old King Frost; They dazzle all eyes with their gorgeous dresses, Nor care that their green young leaves are lost.
A wet wind blows from the East one morning, The wood's gay garments looked draggled out. You hear a sound, and your heart takes warning― The birds are planning their winter route. They wheel and settle and scold and wrangle, Their tempers are ruffled, their voices loud; Then whirr and away in a feathered tangle, To fade in the south like a passing cloud.
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All set it smooth as midnight groove All the heads up is on meth or duck on some Dragon’s Breath Left from the chest drugs was the rest of it The best of luck to struck I cut shit up tough like I deadly strike in the theatre of hype I just might flight take it break it make it On the plate sit and fake twitch like I stitch I mic up the rich For height flow four fifth My mic in store is flip I got swipe in the door that’s glitch A bench on it to sit dog gone it you along to hit and song that fit Is all along some shit I like it to strike it My mic just might hype it up To ripe floor the cluck Sword that you duck from it The number one lit from hits I swipe the hitch the mix Is master of the switch I’m rich
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Dragon, dragon, from the womb, Comes the tiny egg-shelled doom. When sun’s rays give warmth and light, It bursts from the shell ready to fight.
Dragon, dragon, in the sky, Look how high up it can fly. And if instead it should fly down, In burning ruin shall lie the town.
Dragon, dragon, in the earth, So vast in size is its great girth. If it sleeps then all is well, But when it wakes there’s acrid hell.
Dragon, dragon, naught but bone, Lying atop its golden throne. Nature’s rest it’ll never find, Guarding the treasures of Lich’s kind.
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There’s a sad loneliness about my heart,— A deep, deep solitude the spirit feels Amid this multitude. The things of art Pall on the senses—from its pageantry, Loathing, my eye turns off; and my ear shrinks From the harsh dissonance that fills the air. My soul is growing sick—I will away And gather balm from a sweet forest walk! There, as the breezes through the branches sweep, Is heard aerial minstrelsy, like harps Untouched, unseen, that on the spirit’s ear Pour out their numbers till they lull to peace The tumult of the bosom. There’s a voice Of music in the rustling of the leaves; And the green boughs are hung with living lutes, Whose strings will only vibrate to his hand Who made them, while they sound his untaught praise! The whole wild wood is one vast instrument Of thousand, thousand keys; and all its notes Come in sweet harmony, while Nature plays To celebrate the presence of her God!
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All caught delay In the gray From displaced Laced it shut Place need the tucked one You buck brung a gun I stun a fool Run tools clack With rules lacking Backing up Sacking ducks offa struck I just pluck Mean a truck off the raw cut Straw stuffed saw bluffed It’s awful tough to chew Who raps crew with brew All stew gone into I crew with the flew rule All tool bust and fluid ruin it Adjust to the trust that Murder head cats
With further rats That’s black I stack a max With relax and facts strapped The Big Mac
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Bad things are going to happen. Your tomatoes will grow a fungus and your cat will get run over. Someone will leave the bag with the ice cream melting in the car and throw your blue cashmere sweater in the drier. Your husband will sleep with a girl your daughter’s age, her breasts spilling out of her blouse. Or your wife will remember she’s a lesbian and leave you for the woman next door. The other cat— the one you never really liked—will contract a disease that requires you to pry open its feverish mouth every four hours. Your parents will die. No matter how many vitamins you take, how much Pilates, you’ll lose your keys, your hair and your memory. If your daughter doesn’t plug her heart into every live socket she passes, you’ll come home to find your son has emptied the refrigerator, dragged it to the curb, and called the used appliance store for a pick up—drug money. There’s a Buddhist story of a woman chased by a tiger. When she comes to a cliff, she sees a sturdy vine and climbs half way down. But there’s also a tiger below. And two mice—one white, one black—scurry out and begin to gnaw at the vine. At this point she notices a wild strawberry growing from a crevice. She looks up, down, at the mice. Then she eats the strawberry. So here’s the view, the breeze, the pulse in your throat. Your wallet will be stolen, you’ll get fat, slip on the bathroom tiles of a foreign hotel and crack your hip. You’ll be lonely. Oh taste how sweet and tart the red juice is, how the tiny seeds crunch between your teeth
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When the money runs low Head to toe guns glow in the dark and park up that ass A Soldier’ task to grasp the gun barrel The gangster’s apparel and tear a bone out A gun route from the murder mouth of said clout To come about down gun route I seen a kid with a gun having fun So I blazed his buns with bikinis on vacations I saved some for everyone so they could get spun I’m number one I sum up Suns for from this a ton of twist hums slides off the wrist Type fist that twice itch I missed the dissed A trick with a flip got a cinch with the lift I seen grift and slight hitch on the flight risk It’s suicide a mile a minute To begin it To see what’s in it I’m a little different because I’m Royal And toil over the Psychedelic Brew make it boil I coined all ya’ll into the wall And seen you sprawled all over the wall Like a follower of the Dollar and nothing more You stood tall once then did fall I call it baller
I am into the crack cocaine tokes with LSD Call it slow pokes graffiti All the beat be heat see I seen a tree and key up I ski up The lead cut into two The crew did drew down Like they always do I always slew crew with blue I true to these genes What it means is light beams I laser light excite like winning teams I thrust this dreams into creams And stacks of cold cash I got a ratchet I back flip I take it With the sack lit Your back split I just pulled a hit Like that’s some type trip I mic up the sick Hype up a bitch With the the type cut which Is inside strut from the sum I run a gun from here to Hell’s Station I seen a spaceship Flying over the wasteland All Soldier in command
When you grow a gun Inside your mind a firearm I been in harm’s way I got the fully AK spray I thought so Punk ass You used to fuck with me fast Now all you fuck with is cash I got a rash from Ganja ash With sifted I get lifted I twisted them up with mom It was the bomb I grew up to make pipes Crews hype on glass Makes mics attract I hold tax strike at night In fact this insight I got Got you shot at at night I fight alright I seen you bite the gun with Sun I don’t run from the gun I drum Loud in the crowd Hear the system thump down I been in nouns seems words Was adjectives and verbs big I fancy of swig of the Ganja Jig again Been up to been Yo I see you when I see you then
You gotta make the ends For the skills to justify the means Is how we Kill Weed smoke it Don’t choke hit it broke lit Fitted I gritted my teeth before the OZ Of shrooms I lit in rooms Tracked down the town And around Ganja in the ground I sound off to the pounds gloss I crown the boss As I floss steady Job heady I’m ready for Ganja again Set it sweet professional Heat it to eat it I seated my mind never defeated I read it in fine print You gotta squint I cycle the rifle with the nine that tear through Beware of crews on drugs who thug I dropped out of thug school I shot a tool off no soft here I drank beer and you better steer clear I’m a seer I lighten to hype in this one Meth Yo! That shit death Now I smoke the Ganja again Dragon breath what’s hot in the end I sacrifice flesh
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I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
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The mountain sat upon the plain In his eternal chair, His observation omnifold, His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees, Like children round a sire: Grandfather of the days is he, Of dawn the ancestor.
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I am on the Path of the Medicine I sent a letter to a punk who was a chump He was in a slump Because his problems came in a lump I knew the Psychedelic would solve it It involved quitting The way of consumption Fitting for any American To stare within
We got the Ganja Hardcore What’s more We scored with the rhyme called blade fighter 9 That’s Methamphetamine I sold kids a dream To be on the team What you mean you use Meth? I said, Hell Yes! I flip the stats on fools who don’t go to school With the tool I slap a cat back and forth I kept score And you zero I win like a sin I need more Ganja to make the difference in kinship I been flipped the stats on gats and blades These Psychedelic waves Like Native American Braves With their Ghost Dance Now kids go to raves Party slaves Seeking the Shaman You need a lot of money to get in yo
It’s not fair I found a way to dry out I light the lamps and psych the amps Charge in Large with margin I dart in to spin the second hand On the clock I command Rock and Roll Take a toll on soul I catapult into the majors With major flavors Of herbal My main word will pull Into the glow I stroll Contact patrol On all raps rolled gold I sold a Platinum Chain And iced brain
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When you travel, you find yourself Alone in a different way, More attentive now To the self you bring along, Your more subtle eye watching You abroad; and how what meets you Touches that part of the heart That lies low at home:
How you unexpectedly attune To the timbre in some voice, Opening in conversation You want to take in To where your longing Has pressed hard enough Inward, on some unsaid dark, To create a crystal of insight You could not have known
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Have ever you heard of the Land of Beyond, That dreams at the gates of the day? Alluring it lies at the skirts of the skies, And ever so far away; Alluring it calls: O ye the yoke galls, And ye of the trails overfond, With saddle and pack, by paddle and track, Let’s go to the Land of Beyond!
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I want a life measured in first steps on foreign soils and deep breaths in brand new seas I want a life measured in Welcome Signs, each stamped with a different name, borders marked with metal and paint. Show me the streets that don’t know the music of my meandering feet, and I will play their song upon them. Perfume me please in the smells of far away, I will never wash my hair if it promises to stay. I want a life measured in the places I haven’t gone, short sleeps on long flights, strange voices teaching me new words to describe the dawn.
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I moved in for the kill On some ill chill We chill ill yo The will fold up on ducks I struck the nerve to herd Kids into pens to release with herbal blends I recommend herbs And Martial Dance Magic First get the habit of combat And self defense Then you can dance Keep up the steps Rep the clique Titan is thick roll the dice and quick Spice up the twice spun lip sunk the ship All holy in this hit I sold heat
Confidence All erase the test Yo I could flex and snap necks The tape’s in the deck I can handle it No matter how hardcore MC spit I mic up lit to strike and swipe it off thick Type soft or hard technique Each day of the week I match the geeks and dweebs Who want to murder Bad seeds
Water brought the thought Of caught expense on past tense Man this rinse is it! I get a trip off the soft movement slow within go the distance To get lifted I skip trip and dip low like below the waist glow on foe Matches control I got over soul I hold onto Gold Platinum And all the gat sat in my lap Waiting for the command to kill In the back of the head Silence 9 mm drill
My Hashish supply never ran dry I seen it in the eye after eating cry Blood in the Sum of thug From the rug I bug I chug the brew License to Do the truest for of who torn screw in the lens bends And I stone To the bone I prone to fade out With a blade out I made out Like a bandit Command it That’s how the plan stick with the hands that grip at sands quick Before it slips through the fingers Hash eating beginners get their glares flared out No doubt
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There is no joy of earth that thrills My bosom like the far-off hills! Th' unchanging hills, that, shadowy, Beckon our mutability To follow and to gaze upon Foundations of the dusk and dawn. Meseems the very heavens are massed Upon their shoulders, vague and vast With all the skyey burden of The winds and clouds and stars above.
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How quiet is the morning in the hills! The stealthy shadows of the summer clouds Trail through the cañon, and the mountain stream Sounds his sonorous music far below In the deep-wooded wind-enchanted cove.
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All children should be raised Martial With a Tai Chi education And a station that trips Shadow drips from the Damn! That slow mix Of the last cold crisp Mics flow risk The hype flow you missed The ripe sewn with the twist I exist because of my list Of Martial accomplishments I don’t wanna have to stomp a bitch Go to Compton and switch A bomb rips through the harm that sick I cause alarm and pull it out quick
I twist glass Got a rifle mask and icicle eyelash I dash to crash a cash bill that’s ill My sack’s filled I always drill until I spill the wine On time I mind in crime for diamond Line on ice tryin’ to twice find in the spike This mic I like I ripen it to hypin’ it Spikin’ my life with shit I flight risk To stalk I whisk broom this soon dissed you get Sweat about the rep I slept Kept up crept up with the lead duck You straight messed up
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I made Fast Gold Repoled on ice strolled Psilocybin right out the mold I Gold link clink on chain link I don’t sip a drink I just binge and hinge in the fridge Recite the death brings Things that swings I sings on tracks Ring around raps Thing that’s down pat I sat with the gat Like baseball bat I face called stat Mic this Up hype this swipe this off wipe this shit Ice in the cold tint With the Trees in the breeze making these fleas deceased I beat the beast on the East Coast released the most With cheese on the toast float this Coat this it’s voted that I hit swing broke it with wing I King of the thing yo
I made a fission bomb Crews from Vietnam wonder where’s the bomb Like mom in the strong arm with bomb word is heard Flow this third up Word up We shoot the place up Till it about face in the cut Licensed for cuts in ice this a punk shut up I run ducks out the truck to mold as stuck An ice glut Plus I twice with the Ganja strut I on here like a slut I bong beer All hold solid gold to bold cheer For fear you could hear the terror to beware of blur And murder the curve I seen it served so I verb Like word up Get your third up And I’m the bird cut clip wings I ice in this swing better than Mike Tyson I’m the King 0f stinging mics and ringing Roll dice then
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I have desired to go Where springs not fail, To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail, And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.
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When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain.
I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming-on of storms.
From the earth's loosened mould The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives; Though stricken to the heart with winter's cold, The drooping tree revives.
The softly-warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods, and colored wings Glance quick in the bright sun, that moves along The forest openings.
When the bright sunset fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws Its shadows in the hollows of the hills, And wide the upland glows.
And when the eve is born, In the blue lake the sky, o'er-reaching far, Is hollowed out and the moon dips her horn, And twinkles many a star.
Inverted in the tide Stand the gray rocks, and trembling shadows throw, And the fair trees look over, side by side, And see themselves below.
Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought, Life's golden fruit is shed.
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You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
That day in Moscow, it will all come true, when, for the last time, I take my leave, And hasten to the heights that I have longed for, Leaving my shadow still to be with you.
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The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought of the smaller lives that were caught. Beauty is not always lovely; the fire was beautiful, the terror Of the deer was beautiful; and when I returned Down the back slopes after the fire had gone by, an eagle Was perched on the jag of a burnt pine, Insolent and gorged, cloaked in the folded storms of his shoulders He had come from far off for the good hunting With fire for his beater to drive the game; the sky was merciless Blue, and the hills merciless black, The sombre-feathered great bird sleepily merciless between them. I thought, painfully, but the whole mind, The destruction that brings an eagle from heaven is better than mercy.
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No more Methamphetamine Captain THC! With the Trees Growing All knowing and seeing Diamond Mind being behind the blind folks in line I dot a sign so you could rewind Get a find that spat rap for fact strapped ups jacked on G I can only P when I’m high see I light a line be Reclined B Steel reel to reel I feel it I Steal hits from chicks in the mix right before they inhale them In jail then I set to fail in society But I fly high Mutant Killer Bee Species I flake off flee them seeds retreat I beat meat I unseat with the technique I spot the creek water Fought your way in to stay bladed begin I get in the Sun Ray did it big in the trigger pulled I get the full bud harvest The farthest out no doubt!
The Ganja swing a sting back at the lab I jab the program like a slow jam You could dance to I ran my hands through like super glue The raw food diet Don’t try it You get high hit in the behind stick it up! I written duck to truck ten Spliff it up With Ganja then Mortal Men came to send on the ends For friends I make I bake with them I recede into demon mode bleed like I was stoned on Weed But this is Ganja breed Pure Rastafarian I jar in the jam then Been brand slid through Dinner for two I slip it slew for the crew Like we always do I true indeed into Ganja Weed Herb word From the 1st to the 33rd degree of Mason see I Blaze It G! I like Fasting Water clean on steam I rein reup for the sack to struck back intact with raps tracks I max I strike like an axe but relax and flow raps with dap I’m strapped
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Water and Cannabis My way is a gentle way As the Earth spins I say Hey! To all the growers Flower flowers to know theirs I show bare as air Until I stare down the barrel Of the gun For fun in Sun I just run Water and Cannabis I barely rinsed since I started Double Digit There you get carded by your art hit I start shit again when my friend I could bend back and send The blend is a traceless Make sense Natural Way Like Natural Sun Ray Water and Cannabis
I feel the Ganja heat As the plant combusts And the smoke enters my lungs I don’t do drugs I take a turn to learn something About the one thing And that’s life ringing A knife is Methamphetamine I got a dream of death That seems to have crept up on me Tighten up my speed
I soak once as bleed Take feed to pay heed To this warning In your college dormitory You seen the story of hard drugs I got thugs try to rub And I dub So Police love To deal with it The real witch’s brooms take flight at night full moons I sight the riot inside the once quit mind I diet on design of the prolonged sign that gun binds with The tight crisp hundreds I soak gun techs with fun you bet I sweat and unlock my chest I swim abreast of the current I blur it murder hit don’t sit I almost died Then sat down with pride I’m a 9 Sword Veteran I spark Confetti Money like Gun Heat I run the street I got to bleep, do this cheap
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I came down from a trip I couldn’t believe it I heard they want to kill you? No they didn’t mean it They just beaming hits of crack with smack Yo I be right back with the rap that slap that ass up I hit grass cut the knack slut out the butt I licensed to cut I strut shut the sum Done from the number one down I lift the crown onto town How you like that now? I been top down Since the frown was a smile profile All the while I style victory To kick the story with born heat Beat compete and meet It’s sweet I eat freeze dried cheese With eyes I lit the OZ of shrooms Lightning in rooms Tightening the screws How I brew I tombstone the phone Call for fall I sprawl make the dollar Pop your collar I holler I’m a baller Off the waller Old school brawler Against the foot taller
The Sativa is my next Medicine I’m an Indica Veteran Spark the letter then Harken to a mark in the top notch cop it off the street Until Gun Defeat I write on the beat To take a seat back To receive tax and flow max Wax picks up jacks to cold clack The sack back rock steady rap I hold the gat And cold click stat Fold the map Release the strap Come from what happens rung the blackheads For Rap Feds I got Knotty Dreads I like some heads that Bled Service secret to swerve this peep this Medicine Sativa to freak with In the Federal Pen With my secret blend I mic up the seed of type I hype till the end I tasted a lot of Meth Hit to death in the last breath Ain’t no one quiet as kept How I slept on rep I get it in full effect The Medicine For all Drug Veterans
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I could stood And tap-dance on your head Mic is bled red from the Feds said I rap so tentatively spend it be G I rap so P I license to ski I hype this like tree To get in you let in the fluid Represent through hits Deadheads that new to threads turn red I said I head out Come from the Dead South of California LA Like this I make mics into decay Will in fact gat spray chill and intact no delay I rap hay spread like frayed rope in the head dope I scope cope with edits I medical so I said I flow slow Like Federal I met your word up behold On the mold I’m stone cold I bust a bold streak A geek get into seep into cracks Relax backs hijacks the rap stats like facts this mic max Still until stacks of cash you get whiplash I have to dash so I leave you with a Water Fast Slaughter hit the gas
Bottoms up! I’m locked in the cut like a gut feeling You know wheeling thing thing grew Into the crew I knew a fool with a tool Who got shot after school He heard the news of Blues I listen to Hendrix cruise That’s Jimi I say gimme Smack your face with the shimmy You history You can’t get with me I lightning speed type that bleed bled From wounds in the head I soon to spread Like disease led the breeze into red set it Your head hit the ceiling I’m revealing how they peel things I keel over and four leaf clover I sort your Soldier Been bolder I fold yours To cores and outer limits gimmicks I got digits I hit it hype within trips Mic up the gimme spike Everyone’s down to fight I make peace and grease the kids Like a ten speed bike
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Let this thought be set I got to pay a debt to the Ganja Tree Wet then ski I mic up B the psych up I like cuts with Ganja strut the bomb yah front on I from long trees and cheese I like this with type that don’t twitch like a hype on Meth I release the fresh when I best to be seeing In the eye my mind is decided being Rewind the fleeing in the bind I G get in the behind like seed I feed the speed Methamphetamine Everyone like cream Got a Gold Coat I float past A Soldier on Grass tank at last spank the shaft I felt the wrath of a madman I’m sad and I got a bad stand on land For a half a gram I fold yours planned To sold soars on Sativa Like a Hawk I wanna be yah Talk like a G word as bleed Farmed for seed I smoke Ganja Weed
With this monkey’s paw The left to the jaw I’m raw I got a claw for all The saw seen float in the scene on lean I smoke green stay clean off heroin I like them tend to strike men with the gemstone I led bones in the prone to phone this I clone hits and switch I like to stitch I psych up hitch The mic in this grip I dip Twist up an OZ I P pop the track on a LSD strip with a sack I like to clack I master rap Have the gat in the back Intact with slapped up Jacked up Laugh truck the has butt I mutt I slut the jut out for front fountain I count to ten backward Then smoke a sack word I’m bird Likeness of the third degree You could pay a fee to get in But I let you in for free
I lit at midnight I did shit on Psilocybin That make kid’s heads spin Still inside then I’m herb internal With the inferno blazing Bend metal amazing Stay in for days and I send the blend I defend myself But it’s art and help other people chart Dart in to start then I pull apart men and hearts amend The soil I toil growing Ganja sipping oil I got a kilo of Cocaine I joke yah broke up I rush and load the charge explode at large in the mode For rode the force of course it’s sewed in like torso That rip more slow I gore below with horns on the whole I’m Gold Platinum Now why you gotta attack and somthin’? I bumpin’ the system every night with Wisdom Insight incision into fright I’m beginning to light All I see is in sight I bright and light the stadium All mayhem breaks loose when I shoot
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A Wisp of the Qigong Stick NonMartial NonMilitary Stick I settled Qi And led free in design To balance Qi All 8 Diagram Masters run the Qigong with Stick Extreme If they know Weaponry The Weapon is the Stem and Leaves of the Martial Art The Flower is the Qigong The Seed, the pure Kernel of Qi A pleasant circulation of Qi is the Essence
A Sun You run under the gun And run from where it come from Is the sum of the violence All silence after the barrel pop I lock shop up to tore the top up I shock with bass and ace I tore a place off the face of the Earth We like to chill for what it’s worth I cursed Did my worst about thirst for the first thing to curse your wing With magic Now you tragic You can’t mix with people There’s no sequel You pure evil Martial with the Impartial I start full every day And play for every Sun Ray The more I lit The more I can’t play Anyway you slice it I roll the dice and hit Every time In every shot I’m In a bind and finished Never diminished Shine bright and been it yo
I’m not a meth fiend I relax come clean blacken your dream like a steamroller All the soul controller got one Gold on the mind And that’s blind I like to smoke pot drink Water shot the teeth for relief Like good grief Give me the chief main stem To blame dead men I said ten times I don’t flow meth rhymes except finds I rewind the track pull a gun and stack for fun to blacken the Sun I relax brung the happen to stung for tongue off force to show course I force forward the sword got gored by it to try it I light it to psychic flip the motorbike in hype with type stuck digits It’s frigid what is with it I kid you not flip it Take a sip trick this mic lit I type to quit while I’m ahead I bled and take what I said as lead out the gun barrel Wear the flannel apparel for the steepness to peep this in peril I sound like Jerald I scare you though I fair full of gall to ball I call it scrawl on wall graffiti it’s neato Flow a smooth sheet though You could release and cold fold All of them scold me for being bold metallic G speedfreak of the week I got it on heat so sweet but sour I power through and tower blue If you dare drew down a gun for one thing you could swing A crude attitude of violence most childish I hush silent the cat with baseball bat I got a Yoga Mat I roll it up strapped with nothing I cut into tough wing My guts sing I huff and sting the bringing the flavor major fling to savor People’s behavior is a danger to others I don’t shudder at the fact that they got to get the gat Most rolled flat with the intact strap I hype the map with strikes Lead pipes to the head you dead Nuff said
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I Nine Step from Meth But I’m no threat the death I left on Eight Steps from Ganja slept on armchair Crept on alarm bare my chest I don’t belong here
I try to make a Cocaine Song I flipped a lot of joints and bongs In the old school cool I smoked two hits of crack On one I grabbed the broom back in the stack Is that track I practiced staff, spear and halberd I like the Crown Word Cocaine is something to reach for To enjoy Coke you need to sniff More!
A Deadhead with sickness Release the trip in this The Peak The freak the volume The speak the Problem Get solved then
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All you gotta do is eat right You take flight I seen it on sight I light the lights up Like old school money Honey beat the dummy seated Bleeded out his mouth deceased tripped And ski it I lead flip the heat trip Deleted I conceited relapse be maximum Some rap for some contact On the axe he swung
We got a party in row 3 But where's the drugs G? I light a tree that won't cut it I studied the gut street The snub eat the club eat the fool I school like show From below I come slow Where the drugs at G? We got a party I started some heat with slice Like ice down I club round the sound from the ground I pound the scrub and dub a rub in the club I shit kids up Where the drugs at G? Lightning on seen A gun green I flow eat in the weekend to freak it I speak it My heat lit I speed hit up My green Ganja reduct the proper So cop some weed get that free up I heat up Where the Drugs at G?
Room 1 1 in the chamber Number 1 gun from the tongue spit Yo hung hits that rub off A dub off I lit the sauce that raw shut the cut I nuts I trucks the stuck in the buckhead Get flow red I slow bled I roll dead Cold spread Molded with folded Clipped it sipped it Dripped it Psychedelic Hit the head up again I spread then till they dead end I spend tend To fled fog up the lens I blends Friends dead form the slug I chug the drink and pink up Stink up think up Clink up The link stuffed
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My dope chains beats up Here it in the street cut I shot a bleep struck in the stuck shut Ran amok with the truck full of sluts I caught it rough for the snuff Been enough with the handcuffs I trash a stunt for the one on sum With the gun I respond run for fun in the Sun I got the glove I rubber love for the sub To tweak a dove off a hub I stick it shove Release the thug anyone love like a snub? To heat it above come from below From head to toe with the glow All for this show I got to go See you later for the flow and date your World tour With you on the core I been there before and tore it Better so don’t sweater I forget her and dead hurt the head jerk
I’m the Blue Bird The 33rd heard it Named Set You need a Set bet I head up the bill To kill with until strikes mics up at will Shut the spike I ice a nice kid up I like to slid stuck in a rut I gut feeling Healing and Revealing how the wheel spin I be all in it then to solve the limit to end I spend cash I relax flash the dash in the Cash with the blast I like to Fast Water I short order to cordless I swordfish I record with the hiss Eat more cat piss this task frisk The risk is high I murdered in the eye Release riot I high hit up the diet I sly lift the Mikey Neides just flipped
If you got flights that Zap you If you tight in this with relaxed crew All sacks fat and blew smoke I smoke Meth all night and drink Snapple I cap a handful of rap’s dull sap skull I map the intact with react seen this in fact I bleed this right back like a fetus I live the black genius I relieve been in the seed again There I tend the end and turn 3 I learn a G with wu slang that true Tang As I flew Bang I rang the phone They go prone after knockouts all the grown I tack down the house like a mouse I rot into the South with cow shit Psilocybin Mushrooms grow on it Everyone needs a big flip to lit the topic I hock spit shop it Clock it stock it I block fifth Of rock click the mock been up to job With the rob of the corn cob pipe I perform surgery on mics Lit them Lights
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No dangerous drugs at the party I caught a hard heat that broke off the key In the lock like got shot rocked up stocked up Dropped shut in the clockwork stock jerk The expert in hurt I been blown clean out my shirt On Serotonin Overdose Show it flows I chose this Picked shrooms around roads crest On the explode at the fest Of music The shoe fits wear it I tear it smoke weed air it out The flare fit it shout the rebel turn up treble I fit the heavy metal on the kettle on the stove Hit thick in robes I been at tones Of death like it hype Meth to death strike with the lead in the knife slice I rolled dice enough and crapped out You can find me with a sack of Ganja On the bomb there trippin’ Just sittin’ by the dock of the bay sayin’ Hey!
The first style I mastered was Ganja and mushrooms With weapons and steps in the reflection I caught a section of Ganja as a young kid All farmers slid in with the task To clasp heat relax street My gun meet the unseated I fleeted glance By chance I dance a career off I land real soft for the boss in this toss I fitness soft technique to speak I freak a leak off disease with cheese Drop this down to knees to hip hop trick The stock click in the breeze light these degrees up My cheese stuck in between ruckuses I git up the stuck shit and Tuck shit I love shit too much to tuck shit I dub quick Write this written sittin’ in decay with might that display Right is fight with the day I tight this anyway It comes on the hay smoke I never choke I broke a coat for the float to vote on I soak on bong hits And it fits like tight grips on the trips when I flip mics Sticks dynamite within insight to take flight
I can spice up Ganja with herbs and spices Slice a nice flip without ice stick a give grip I tight thick Might release the street on tough tit This mic grit this slice thick I light a trip I roll dice with grit I might sit kick it I thick in it I spin it Hit dinner isn’t The seen and been I on the team skid the steam slid into the thin crew You got who shot I hit a robot Off the sauce that flow toss in the garbage A lot of the carnage to tarnish All the harm meant for darn that went Too far off the spent got sent I invent a new style profile All soul child with the folded sold miles I cold child the floor is a score To flip more digits I trick fidget Like a Ganja make incisions The bomber I can do it without Ganja Ganja calm yah down Show you a sound profound I licensed with the crown
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Ganja is a Gift From God I hit an odd job Got the hot shit down to a science Appliance I find Meth in the Silence With defiance I could rely on Ganja The tranquil That thank you You’ll pull On the cigarette I don’t sweat With a Tech Release the breath A soldier slept Keen on connect I flew bird in at 3rd bass I flip the ace in space Taste the Phase 3 Chi Lightning strikes with a smokestack All jokes broke back I Soldier strapped I hold the gat I’m lucky I got a club beat but run the street With a party defeat the street heat Like a hardy fleet of Vietnamese Sativa strains I light these brains Like a Thai or Southeast Asian Chinese breeze in the dice these skis I rock Trees yo!
Water with Reefer smoke Holy smokes You lit folks up and broke the set Water is a major threat To Court Order to remain a sorting Of Coffee, Alcohol and Tobacco You some whacko if you want Reefer in the backwoods With black hoods my crew stood Before goodness I woodwind instrument in cement I’m bent I invent the release tax the limit to extend My friend I send this with the best intentions Water inventions is the core of the Meditations I set sensations bet I go on vacations rep The Alien Invasion I ingest Bioflavonoids I up to employed Except I toyed with Boy Kid to Man All Crews in the Shoes do understand
CAP! All crews get active to relax bid I just did swim with cement shoes like kin I fin to be up to bend some light Or something I might I dunk Donuts I sho nuff Rough up the custard muffin and stuffin’ it I suffer shit I love a hit with cement shoes I got the blues I sing tunes about loose women I juice the plant venom Avalanche in end em I send em I reflect bend the light on sight I disarm I cause harm to the set I’m a major threat I release tools Got an AK and a Tech Like for real I pack real steel With a real drug connect All birds did infect Smoke kind buds inspect The crop that crept up Flocks Shocked on the dot from the drug spot Yo!
Everyone gets lit Light hits that flight quick I mic mix In the sight fix The diet Don’t try it I riot act React snapped back Like rubber band land Serve a Soldier and it gets cold in the brand I told yah I control the street No one can compete I beat crews out of leak fuels I tweak tools I reek of the you who seek it freak it To speak it On the weekends The best herbal blends go down Release the crown The night is down All right Now we all in sight I right the wrongs and smoke bongs I love smoking Pot I give it all I got and live it Hot with the digits Crews fidget I never get rigid
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I smoke a hot ass gram of crack cocaine every day I’m all chipped up like Silicon Valley Display Everyone sling hay now But the power of crack has got to come back I service I a Mac furnace did snap I heard this thing capped I slacked on the job as I revolved I solved I love a full dose of crack close to black gold I sold on it Like Hunter Biden song edit I credit Hunter for kicking punt the ball into install It makes crack thrall I brawl with fools in schools I like to psych through it’s cool to ride a bike too I mic up screw the brew right through in I doin the two step rep flex the Mexican Connect I check anyone on any gun felony they be tellin’ me Prison no decision I seen the vision And the God’s Given is a cinch in the livin’ lifestyle I style to smile for gold child relax soul filed away I light this to decay in sight twist the Sun Ray On Crack Cocaine
I smoked a Reefer And drank the Ginseng I sing wings off I ring cross the hinge squeak I clean in the lean like a dream team Of tight beam seem Like seen in the be in the dream scheme I rein the deed then like speed Ahem I gotta cough up snot before someone gets shot I chill on Ganja grill in lawn chair I’m fair and careful I don’t dare pull a gun To air out the rung like bell scare though The square below the hair did grow On so in the game flame below all the name Like their glow in the lane let me explain I remain with my brain and get game I maintain insane with the bane of existence I twist one in this to smoke up go the distance I frisk kids and risk flicks in the sickness Bitch isn’t even witness to the mix exist This is it a benchmark park the shark? Fully guard on par with the hard I clock shards Of Crystal Meth to death
Cannabis Magic! You get your baggage sooth in the groove Remove the truest with fluid into it I move I shoot the school that doesn’t have this fuel They try to rule and shoot people I seen a feeble mind dumb deaf and blind Try to recline I serviced a dime furnished in a bind Rewind that tape Behind escape from the plate I boat a lake I take the ache out Soft play loft high and break through high and dry I start to eyeball I wall to wall I call it all it I solve it Solvent I revolve hit the tall split the fall quit I mix magic into the ball fix The required expired all crisp This mic is lit My microphone hype with the tone I love the herbal I swift verbal To get Internal Chi Flow Release glow all fold behold that Soldier Cat sold a map Of flow intact I come right back And sap the max with tax that caps all perhaps wall to wall with the black magic
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Copywriter protect All laws that reflect the reflection Mushrooms are illegal and ill in sensation to kill I drill a fill for will I till until I bill I really for real I peel Back feel caps with wax in stacks I black balled Called all follow hollow wall it off all called ball yo I tall throw the all at shown Blown grown in flown Tone release the phone For zone in prone to unleash the growing Ganja knowing All showing a healthy state to relate I real ate up the plate stuck as weight cut I feel a date plus I hate cuss words Birds murder I hurt a Kid who slid further Been burner on the back Stove rolled the cold dollar bill swallow the pill It’s ill to chill on drugs until you nil as was Master hasta chapter turn the last one learn your ass I folded fast under glass with the Soldier task I flip the class
I’m on a light body vacation at the station on drugs All hold hugs for the bug the shrug I got it like glove I dovetail a stale cracker that actor I master I fast your curve to last word swerve of a kernel of truth I sleuth in the booth Release truce for peace to golden fleece Disease reeks of cheese like the smelly one disease All sneeze black and fact I rapped I has the back coming sack humming just waiting for drugging All thugs mugging shots like blood clots I haven’t forgotten my shots I lift off green shoots I loot the surface space as works this ace in the taste I replaced defaced laced it with naked trip To rip the sip I dripped I slipped a little nip of the bud for a first timer rhymer thug All pull the plug on the Psychedelic To tell it they fell it I bell hit up the Water Well Felt in gel like cell biology The study of mycology brought me to fungus All the lung just bust on Ganja I been offa long hair to be careful for gangster stare at you Beware of crews jack you for your food money Nothing funny with the gun heat on the street
I represent on the fence with weapons Bloodshed led to blood spread Over the overhead heads with wedlock Shocked mocked the Glock as it talked I don’t like guns a lot I clock a sword reference in the best tense moment of zone in They phone in the stoner win! I bone a been a sin with all alone I kin I within I ringing stinging thing that’s bringing in The bringing flinging thing off What the hell you cross off? You soft You lost your way I don’t play like that day ripen I go hikin’ With a stick really quick in the thick I pull it out lit When the trip gets thick lightning quick on the draw With law that’s written jaw drop bitten saw hop of fit in The raw stop I flippin’ bitch you need to learn to win to begin I appreciate you and your sin but you need to come within’ the circle All murk fools cool is a hurt tool on a tool going to school All this violence is the fuel Of the set I flex on Release the red dawn Spread fawn for lead long From the gun pop on and on
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I flip a phone off All along off a long cross That toss that long distance plan to sandy beach pebble Rebel tell you screw your devil son with really hon I ability to stung I whip strip the trip with Philly blunts on the track Max a track back in the sack with pot black I forgot the rap That fact that trip sat with a gat in the hat Violence is a fact like code of silence I react to bones that wild in it’s file business I’m not a child I rinse the flip shit I with kids that bitch in this to thickness They didn’t make it A life I take it Been bakin’ it take stake in it fit The zip code for flow is tip toe through skid row Hit the roll on cold for fold up to stroll they tuck one and Sun I shun them all solid Gold lung tend to expend The residual minimal cash That blast to task to master the Fast I’m after Water then I’m plastered I’m the bastard swordsman that record when I Soldier intend to chill and fill my deal is real then so I tend To peel steel
I need the DMT visions In prison with the lift in To siftin’ the sausage for cost to stock raw off it I soften binge and floss when people cringe I singe still inspect till I check reflect back on life Like a knife I take life with it red stripe I’m gifted With medicine I better than the Veteran At settin’ ten up to lead struck as head bust I sucka rush pluck a hush fool off cool for stuff to do I fool a school with the rule teaching fuel with speaking Sheet thing of LSD on the weekend I be bent Sent in my resume You could guess I’m happy gay Flap wings and zap heat with stings I sing I ring the phone and prone I stoned a lot on Pot I shot a fought the taught the class the ass out Of luck pass out the blast down the crown with the frown All over town It’s here and now Like a plow I prepare fields for Ganja real thick smoke clouds feel yah I seal the reaction that black son I in fact stung
You could night crawl on the grass Call it a class so in a flash the stash We got big stash relax I flap a wing pigeon Sing that thing in in The bring dinner bell ring you sing I sting the lead in em On meth I used a lot and got awful hot And Yang I stang a fool who bring a tool to rule So uncool they shoot fools and scoot crews off it I soften it lost in the hit of reflex on decks Check off the boss to cost for reflex sauce I let the lost for they tossed Ganja is my boss I flip and flossed I raw struck the shuck of the thing to mingle with Ringing hit the thing with the King in this within it I sing it with the bring hits who could do flips and trips I love medicine But I consider myself a Ganja Smoking Veteran Since I was little I hit the hit you’ll fiddle with it Riddle in the mix was a twist like they fist might Hit on the mic with types I sight on hard on guard for the Yard on the farm Don’t be alarmed I’m a tripper Smooth dipper ripper of the air and tear it you scared there I still a player in the late night Rapper’s Delight
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High Energy Water! With herbs and spices Twice it’s ready to slice up steady the head heat Said beat on the street defeat crews complete Lose their tools and ski I Tree up to reduct I struck I pluck outta luck kids with flow fifths off trips I mix a six in with within to begin this fix in the mix and The bag of tricks end I tend to expend the dead off red blood fed flood I said stuff that handcuffed a rough job Off the slob serve a corn cob pipe and hype An asswipe strike his mic with light I just write rhymes ignite times on sight I take flight and delight in Y I tie up high up My line cut with prime time rhyme find me In behind heat with the line sweet I rap to the beat and eat up fools Uncool is the rule in school to pack a tool I fuel the feud between do it again and then new in the end Send it spread benefit right ready with the flip tight steady I like my head heat I beat a deal to feel real energy the memory is a Chi in Chinese
Fastball! Wax wall A fact stall Tai Chi and me Without the brawl I follow fall Snow with blow Nose candy show promise In the intense Without a mob I incense strong I lift it long hit a bong Sing a song Bring a long a thing wrong With the wing drawn I clip the lawn And sip the on and on Herbal beverage To use leverage I several advantage My vantage point I anoint I coin the phrase That slays in Sun Rays For days I turn page And age like sage In a rage I flip the tight gauge I just amaze People crazy With phase heat To blaze on the street Always get defeated They unseated Depleted Needed fed up
Let’s have a War! I thought before of a whore Like a floor showcase stasis Basis in fact is tack Max the sack up with whack dust Trust that A Soldier fact as bolder cat colder I act bolder intact I scold your Map off a back for the stack of bills Kills with chills for it to score it One more hit and that’s it I rhyme fit The mic I grip On wine I sip when I drink fine in time I rewind Inclined on the spine to behind the lines I drop dimes and commit crimes I lift blind folks and toke them out with smokes I choke myself when I roll stealth I melt metal out the kettle settle that Red cold rap that dead bold fact On the tactic that back split up to black duck The ruckus You could tuck this and still not suffer as much as A victim of the sickening torture That tore yah in two Turn tight screw Raps rhymes flew Sight that who? I right on skew The crew is fueled by fools with tools Who think they cool and smooth Light comes back in tune with the few in
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All the slight insight I light brains And hope trains cross the tracks on the way back In the sack I got the stack I max an act of the attack was it such as The buck has to lick dazzle Rip rasp your blasphemy I rap it it tightly Nightly I go on missions Within’ wishin’ The decision isn’t mine Yet I shine I shot blind in time I recline again Ganja grows on the shows that blend flows I know these rows well of the chosen dwell In the homestead farming flow led to mo dead I roll heads I code red Sold medicine I relatively in sync with ink on the pen I a Veteran of the letter then I bust a get you in the rough For scuff to toughen you up you suffer I buffer than lust ward to sword Before the cord chopped I roll it up popped Flocked the birds walked then flew Flights in two screw the brew I witch in crew I list the tools you use I’m not new to this I’m true to this Cruise up the fist shoe fits Mood twisted with listed black specialty relative to gel it big take a swig Of the potion in motion I soaking’ in On a trip I flip the haps with raps What’s tight is the relapse
In the drug game by name What stew of flame lit up by the way in The way out to shout about it I routed down the sounded clown Without the experience shed a tear in this You need the trips I got tons of Ganja Meth plus Herbal Bomber I’m calm yah mom sung along smoked a bong and lit prong All degrees gone in the breeze I like the light Trees and cop skis or practice Tai Chi I match this tight flight right speed to fight I mighty I sight to see in the wee hours working with powerful forces Of course is the tour slid on core skid the floor bid I more than skip it I always trip in the sector you caught a lecture On how I inspect yah I just laugh and next burn they learn They need to burn sum release the gun and for sure get spun I relax and rung backs intact with fat sacks they raise the tax on raps I capped so flack in back with the stack I rock a maximum All that clapped hands and some wax did hum All number one I so from the drug I dug a core out to store Floor is the more than you hit it when I lit it Herbals and don’t quit it I sit it out Spit it out and shout the rhyme route What come about is a sound that’s profound I licensed to ice up the cut Twice you get shut and stuttered I shuttered my windows As the wind blows
Growing Herbs All word to birds from curves I turned Into cement Enter the Event I be spent on lyrics I steer ships into peer slip The tear drip I might have to trip I clip a sip off stick in the mud For blood they thug as rub you backward A sack toward scored I master swords I cord cut the swore I shut the place down With the Crown all around you could hear the gunfire sound Yet lounge I hit up Pounds of Ganja shot the bomber offa one I Sun I brung then lung to retire on fire
I admire Ganja Growers Farmers slow down and fold yours I core was a tore bug they need drugs I lit up a thug and dubbed some heads Like this intend to strike people dead All murderers fled into the hills I get chills when I think of the ills This top bill is for sitting chill still They type A might stray from The Kill Sticky Ganja Green in the Golden Pill For reals yo
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Hollywood
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That’s that guy! All crews they wonder why He’s on Ganja and Soda Pop Now all the crews won’t stop He hit up clock A Soldier flowed to cold there A murder bare in the stare A honey glare Who’s this payer skatin’ air? I flip a fair one I licensed with the gun I murder one All scum hit the bucket To murder in stuck in to kin You just can’t win Even that guy wonders why now All murderer come how You further gone down the hole All ski in soul below the glow To hold the flow steady You better be ready Catch a head rush and heat Even the Soldier caught defeat Yo you gotta eat in the street Busting cold sheets Of told sweet thing All you want is the steel wing With hollow body sing!
Dead Trees All lead cheese I feed The seed that indeed Lead to the head change in the page turned burned Up the stock of private reserve A car swerve I locked a bird And clocked a rock stock up the product that shot the aqueduct These rhymes erupt I such as cut with the stuck shit I tripped one day and mixed The fix with the sip of Bud the thug under that mugshot Some fool got caught and sought the cure It was pure until I hit the manure the Meth that fewer kids rid of It fits like glove in the tight dub We be makin’ a lot of guns that shoot All the fruits with loot scoot you A bruise through true who flew? I thought you knew
I beat the warrior’s drum Come sometime why I’m into Psilocybin Been inside the mind then Looped it stupid crazy All thoughts are sought after The master The plug of thugs that hasta fuck shit up I rap so rough I hit up high dose With my eye close to the coast to coast Then the World I hit it early A third string G with a early Ganja Tree I bird and speed I rougher seed than breed I tight need the insight flee Me in tight I reignite Flame in the brain screaming down the lane Simple and plain I light your name On sight you shoot Pollute the few whose ace is tasteless Odorless traceless In the makeshift thing switch The mix up Put your 6 up You gotta get sick of stuff Cluck Your head and then bled and then dead In tight within instead of said What’s read Out loud in the crowd I lock down the pound click I got stock of juice thick Plus multiple styles of hit Picked from the wild
Capitalism And the War On Drugs The Freedom to Earn Profit And the War on the People The Everyone Who found God in the Drugs That Turned Them On
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Chronic On your stock you’re locked Shot up the product Smoked rock since The clock rinse the brain with The rain drips I’m in the lane for hits Except I fit in Bitten lyrics of mine all the time rhyme I pull off a crime and sign Drop a dime on me You ain’t G or P or got any key You stop and freeze Lock at the knees Drop them skis you got You get shot I rock a rock until it’s clocked At top speed the frost breed A tossed seed grew into too many For anyone to smoke head will be afloat On this note I choke on smoke of Ganja Been on the bomb and I bomb yah On bombing run I’m the calm Sun from run that back Fill a stack with actual fact a crew react Spoon fed this rap and that’s the haps I clack crack up to sack up Make them back up and hack up mucus Through the roof hits With true grit I shoot trips On Cocaine I flip I right to trip Crack Cocaine lit Spike in fit with the mix untwisted mind lifted
Mom set to scorch your sight By the torchlight You could brighten All insight win the tighten The fight when the heights end I right then I might send a letter to a friend Better than pretend is real magic Mushrooms are never tragic You could eat the bag ripped and tripped I slightly dipped into it in thick With tricks up the sleeve magic weave a pattern to believe In the matter of fact I deceive people Shout out there’s no equal With the team drew on lean crew I beam flew into scene for the stew The wind blew I got a license to do what I gotta do It’s so true I ruined I doin’ time true in I new in the find of slew them in a bind To movin’ in the blind eyesight beyond fright I could cold tight this and tighten fist I don’t like that so I just dissed everyone sniffed blow Go below on tip toe hit Skid Row As the show continue I been through it yo I dice up the twice cut the nice tucked one a gun for fun? You don’t understand the brand and how it Sun on command I take the stand and label you a criminal The gun violence isn’t minimal I live in a real World where blood spurt and curdle on the burn yo Just cause you a punk doesn’t mean you should have a gun I’m number one Massed it the class kicked it like Plastic Glock with the shock In stock is block chalk outline You could count crimes by the signs I lock in lines for minds is the blind lift I rhyme swift still I chill Ganja Trip Till you get ill you could drug up still they thug up Bill they shrug cut The such as money gun heat The street compete with feet marching down the block Hard thing a Glock to stock it clock bits and pieces Release the Genius and you deem this unfit as quit My mic lit I hype a six off the mix to type mix flips the sight trips I just bent sent the time back for 9 on line they sign Recline in the blind spot yo you got shot I fold a flock Of birds third as curved I served a fool heard of cool they drool For the fuel I cheer offa beer? Never that I fill up in a snap got the gat and I comeback I intact with the sack of Ganja Flowers rap for pound stacks I map the intact still they jacked all I need is to release the strap That’s cold hard fact That you blacken darken on park then ten up in the head Rhymes leave people dead in the spread I intend to instead Hit the red zone with prone from the fled from the War That’s tore and to the core
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Hollywood
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A drunken Soldier Took fire Then got higher than the heavens I admire the valor The low calorie beverage that separate the men and then straight up You caught it late stuck I ate up on a truck With some luck I made it Cluck I hated ducks With bucks they struck me A posing plea to chosen see the bros in it flee They never get bloody with money I represent gun heat on the street
I caught a lift off Amphetamines I sleep in dreams I seen the in tight scheme To create the cream You could see a light beam Find your scene and flip the ether A teacher much bleaker than this Doesn’t exist I flow cold with the fist Scold your hiss on tracks Come back track the sacks A max in this black I be on that contact With the drug styles in Rap We hit the hat off The slack boss Crossed his losses off Christening the toss the thing A rifle swing hit the enemy Shit gets deadly
To create the track I black Put Psychedelic on the map I could trap maps up The rack saw straw bed that’s heavy I steady Get the ground ready for the red sweep Bloody That’s why I represent Gun Heat on the Street
You showed me blood and cut Swipe the nut You truck through without a clue I slap you up fool Likeness in this crew is few I like to do that thing That fluid bring It back to it I stack Platinum All this rap and hum On tracks that stung Fatal You get licked on the naval And hate grey ball I fade followers of the law I broke a jaw And licked the LSD All licensed like dawn A crisis this mic’s lit I hype and strip The device back grip It twice cut you slipped I dipped in the stash Then pulled out cash And Fasted Water
We tripped offa Ganja When you trip it you dip into it Go through it like screw head Grew the Grateful Deadheads I red feds off blood In the mud We cultivate Ganja Bud We trip so cuts of varieties Don’t try to G off us We on the Magic Bus Willing to trust in no one with no gun People carry guns for fun Don’t bring that Meth Vibe around The Tribe We get it live and test psychedelics With Ganja Strains the relish Life explains The way in which God made the Ganja We bomb on and on yah Stay calm Get the lucky charms from the farms Garden Grove all like this life told Us the key was to be free To grow Ganja at ease With our trees
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Hollywood
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Flip a stat Off Water up at bat Comes the law the fuzz What was as cuz Release does the rhythm buzz In prison We made the decision to stick with Ganja vision I light livin’ high in the sky The eyeball was wide and tall Seeing all I’m a being of the call of the Herb I word as 3rd I flip a bird Get absurd with THC Release a G to be free And let them ski Everyone wants to smoke a Tree Right now and in fact we search for Gold All rolled into one I got a gun from Meth I ripped it to death To find the treasure chest You second best at dealing death Revealing a rest stop At all Techs popped Glocks Reflect on top shocks Clock rock steady Now I’m ready to flow All like this I type to twitch and glow Before you know you moving slow Rip it and trip it from below The toe up sold the hold that tuck one I relax in the Sun breeding my Ganja One Love
Stalk down the block with locked up Chalk screech Each piece was East Coast The toast Before flows show it’s roll Under control The Meth fold up I sold shut windows The wind blows The thing slows down All the Crown release down All the pounds drop to nonstop click the pop All shop shot up the rock product top aqueduct The mock you struck with A buck bitch As tight stitch You wish you had this satellite dish I got I got it hot to top it don’t stop it We realize the eyes in the topic of disguise Was optic no lies I die in the arms of the farmer’s daughter I caught her smoking grass in the past I flashed a whiplash at crash to service stash What a blast huh?
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Hollywood
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Tai Chi is the best known medicine You could get fucked up like a Vietnam Veteran and then Get your head to stop spinning Through the beginning to the end Tai Chi is your friend You battle You rattle sabers You hit up all the flavors I entertain with dance routines after sight unseen The light seem to be the cream And it is in fact It is the highest stage of combat The fat of the land Is the brand at hand You do so as you understand Tai Chi by popular demand
The War Dances of The Elders Melted and Disappeared Like a spear in the fear Of death What’s left is emptiness A not knowing From the flowing Going toe to toe and The brand is a Zen Koan Unsolvable to the bone
I came down after the peak I sought a seat to sit and think Every drink I took made me look I shook up Cooked up new styles With new files I smile As I practice the Dances I shall never forget One day the threat will fade And the Psychedelic Will still tell it I Melt into trip
Black Dragon Lock Controlled the block Before I took stock Of what was Does And has always been I sought to study them These Thoughts of Masters Passed Everyone brought their own experience And left with a tear shed In reference I see everything
The Chemical Route I lit chemicals That rebels smell and yell from I could tell from The Water Well Sprung I gun up to sum up I done stuck with blades And truck done with This trip I lit a brain and flame Light it and tight it I write it about Chemicals So you could get the Federal Criminals Pulled from Cells Dwell Free and Smoke a Ganja Tree!
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Stillborn as warn Into your kill torn In the morn I sling billfolds and sworn I chill more than The floor spread I’m ill dead as fed With the till head made the X mark I dark I chill in the Park on drugs a narc I subject stark as bark I killed the shark All my raps chart In the UK each day As way as play with the Mac 10 Spray I ill a way to fade into grayed I evade the stasis I bladed Which way was this? I made it big never afraid of trip
I ill as Crack Cocaine I chill as rap dope slaying I’m just saying Hunter was my way into drugs I got a slug from his gun It was hard won through tactics That back split up the fact spit rough I blacken on Crack then Stacking wads of cash for inflation By the station I had relationship with Crip I dip a sip up of the tip tough as rough I got the stuff yo The blow we gonna rock up as show Hunter Biden inside the Prison Walls then I scored the Mac 10 Weapon All crews crept on Crack Cocaine Simple and plain get slain
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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The Earth Had the burst of bushel basket goodness Good wood weapons for check settin’ the death then with dance I represent the chance That fans of Earth rehearse for the drill to kill And still the Earth chill I like the fill up on the really real cut of stuff to drink A juice drink what you think? It’s good to wet it I don’t fret it Even though I smell like death right now I eat the animals Allow the chance for my mandibles to gush blood I have fun chewing stuff I get rough and tough with the gusto I bust blows down I service the crown in town with smile The farmer was at Shaolin with the Challenge I value a good fight so I showed up at night And killed him Really max a mil’d him I got the really real spin with will winds to fringe I hinge on bet set to jet Speaker blow out the threat I pick up the Tech
I unseated the blast Of math with taxes The back get the track rendered with Ganja I blow up on one or two joints On point I’m anointed I hit the boys in town with down style round file Lowriding It’s exciting to do something you love So when push come to shove They try to when you high Push you on the ground and stomp you out I went the murder route I shouted out to doubt trip round the crown to town I got the big fist with the mountain of Christmas Tree Sativa spears That fear is I fear nothing hear this I tear up and twist I sear the bliss I dissed a fool with no cool I ruled with a tool and flipped the fuel My bird connect was so phat I hex the crowd respect I tore down solid from the neck It’s involved and the Tech came later skater Methamphetamine I seen a Veteran Marine serving cream So I pulled out the bean and smoked it down with the team I respect the Military God Bless America
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Hollywood
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I lit off a step to shotgun a hot one in rep I drop ton in effect I cop some I shock guns I rock stun the clockwork sum I not a jerk I first to work it I shirk it the evidence Left you present tense on the fence With cold weapons I step into the arena You shoulda seen a Crew that gleam true as blue I steam through the team drew Back and capped an ass My task was to flash make a dash and cash I Soldier past for master I sat the stuck cut the bust nut glutton I such in the rut in explain the game Stuck then remain a drain On buck then I murder then I sold your defense intense to be blend I recommend your head trip Rewrite the Platinum Crown With Soul top down I licensed round like Mike Tyson
Hard Drugs! AWWWWWW Yeah! Hard drugs with your guard up I rewrite the dub the brains Lit in lanes like explosions with the flame I bite a name off the lane law the insane claw draw The entertain I saw I blame the law for fuckin’ with the Hard Drug game as I straw man I soul to understand when you got grands I service man seen a plan That outline I shout about rhyme I got an undersigned Soldier find for fore more as War I to the core Hard Drugs What the fuck you fuck shit up for? I seen them tore on the street scene All light beams light gleams I slow down for the rounds to pound through flesh Got the text message My drugs is coming with sex with the Hard Drugging Anyone chugging beer or whatever clear I steer on pills I pop Got a Glock and I don’t stop At the sign I just went blind I rock a dime spread my mind intend to bind in the dead I fed a lead sign I bed time I red rhyme I said my mind is diamond We got heads that unwind and it’s said I spread eagled I see the feeble I light the key bell in evil Hard Drugs in each jail cell just as well
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Roses are red I'm finally not banned Join the ban lotto Don't be a punk bitch
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Hollywood
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I peak a Corona Visions High Times Prison time for rhyme Each in the sector Mark the Tech you tote I vote for less Tech More respect Herbs fire Entire libraries Go up in flames Tight names Beyond it I strong to calm Bomb The mega on Ego I ski slow below the table Hand off the Cash And dash To the lab Where they make the manufactured I hit the sack Took a third night off As a write off I’ve seen the boss He got it going on yo
All I popped was Unholy Water I caught a sort of fired up order Medicine the Veteran I Set the trend that end I recommend Internal Chinese Martial Arts So you could learn to screw into the Earth Circulate Chi Relax and be Happy!
If it were easy then everyone would know it I slid in easy with cheese I got breeze I flow and know it I roll with the hits Hold focus All the hocus pocus Magic I brown bag it Drink the drink And think about it
At dawn Angled off Water A court order I joined the boys Singing choir I hit it higher I’m on fire I got a spare tire So I try yours and mine Every time I shine I blindness Inflict the stain I remain I trained so well In hell I rebel I dwell I told tell The way as made In the shade or sun Under the gun I service sum I done this one I from this ton I hum and drum I rung and come with the Stun Spun the tongue and cold cringe As I hinge
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Hollywood
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Iron shirts Iron curtains Iron surface Iron furniture Iron burned Iron melted Iron smelted Iron in the kitchen Iron a knife Iron stick in Iron whizz through Iron a bullet Iron pull it out Iron for the task Iron for combat Iron a flask of oil Iron boiling kettle Iron max a metal Iron settle Iron deposits Iron shot gets Iron slept on it Iron out on a bong hit
Catch your section Each section connection Each reflection a step in The right direction I definition of kinship I lead the been ripped Off skipped the rock Clocked shocked I talked about it And routed Downtown to the hazard The master I dash the structure I punctured the assumption I best the test that fresh in Kid within the family Randomly assaults Like an adult You get punished I stun the Set with bet Murder Curse the first to 33 I turn G and learn it I burn it up Into death Congest the chest WIth the S I get a rep
See inside the blind A million eyes Fry on the sign On wine I recline I spot die on the shot Mind in this caught Well taught Bought off the Street No longer in reach I seek each exit Wrecks Tex Mex edit The credit I set it Deadhead it the frets fingered I lingered on death injured I singe blurred Worried in a hurry I Murder heat so sweat
Curve a beat To Soldier on his feet I soul to complete Diet in the riot I shot time split In two as the focus Past and Future who wrote this? I voted out doubt I coat with Herbs Word as a server On a back burner I churn the seas Cure disease Medicinally I see many Trees
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