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 Solid Log
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 Re: poem  [Re: 1234go]
#856549 - 05/05/22 12:24 AM (16 days, 52 minutes ago) |
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Wealth inequality the way I walk
Always follow me hit up the
Dollar Tree nothing to see here in
This neighborhood grew up in fear
I tear I wound suckas do too
All raps within my crew is brewed
From the tombs to the stale rooms
Where We dare to take on the few
Who do surrender capture torture
Get your chest bare I wreck air
On Psychedelic I best I Gel it
I cold tell it hit with pellet I fell quick
Some hell lit like swell up and shit
I have to quit others stay lit back
I shift sick sack crip Crack and nod
The head in risk at task at hand
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Jenny
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Solid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#856570 - 05/07/22 09:50 PM (13 days, 3 hours ago) |
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When you walking’ down the street
And suckers beat to give you threatening creep
Put you to sleep?
No it doesn’t come cheap Martial Arts.
When you chillin in the club and a sucker
Pulls out a 9 mm dub of clips rip off
Duck down don’t cough it come Raw
This Martial Art
If you see a cop beat a criminal nonstop
Film it or dive in and save civilian
This Martial Art
Everyone bleep out the cuss word it’s absurd
Ride a curve get internal Chinese
All this please people pulling rabbit out the sleeve
This is magic and Martial Art
So don’t dart through the streets causing mad heat
To erupt press self destruct all a sucker want
Is the funds in this business to get the drugs to fuel
His Martial Art distance
I practice sober now ain’t done a drug in How Long?
19 years no beers no weed no speed all I need is
Martial Art all I plead is non violence
Give you a helping hand with no greed
I feel like a dead person
What’s worse than not tokin’ first then
For 19 years
I pass up beers I turn down everything crown
I feel down heat come from all around
Feel like a clown I know the herb ganja
Will calm yah and bomb yah out reroute
The lifestyle give a big smile all the while
Create Soul Child freedom road
Release the load take it off the feet lounge mode
Wreak Magic on the stoners mode of operation
Go on Vacation see things coming from
Wherever brings my heart sings as the things
I smoke passes through my brain
I take another toke
What more could I explain?
I’m an Astral Traveller grabbin’ your aura
To pour yah a glass of cash that last time
You tried to rhyme you murderous slime
I speak mine to the peak of the crime the criminal
Subliminal thinking hits you’ll pull off cough
The boss back clack click magic trick in the thick
Of this jungle like quick I bust a bitch’ lip
If they trip on me see I handle methamphetamine
My rhymes gleam to what a soldier mean
All the time it might seem like hype pipe smoking
Not joking being soaked in the flavor your behavior
Is still that of a slave to the substance abuse
I let loose the shrooms on you to level your ego
Say you can’t handle it?? You better handle this bro
And sis you get constantly dissed so why all the bullshit?
Edited by Solid Log (05/12/22 07:44 AM)
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Fleabag Friend
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Fuck you Flowie
pussyboy
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Bassui wrote the following letter to one of his disciples who was about to die:
"The essence of your mind is not born, so it will never die. It is not an existence, which is perishable. It is not an emptiness, which is a mere void. It has neither color nor form. It enjoys no pleasures and suffers no pains.
"I know you are very ill. Like a good Zen student, you are facing that sickness squarely. You may not know exactly who is suffering, but question yourself: What is the essence of this mind? Think only of this. You will need no more. Covet nothing. Your end which is endless is as a snowflake dissolving in the pure air."
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Solid Log
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Slang and who said shit set it and head hit
The pavement it strange get out of range
To hit so I go with the flow and tight knit
Everyone quit I kick back take up slack and rap
About gats hats 40s mob stories and core heat
Is the the you greet the more you come sweet
Everyone meet up with the seat up like lead tucked
In the dance dance take a chance bullets make you
Advanced some got hands to do damage like me
See everyone G and free of Problemo I switch
Lane slow my trip brains blow on so so long
I go gone consume the drugs and flow on and on
Reciting all hail bro to the cash flow
Nowhere to go so chose roads puff up frozed
Ho is the pro swig off jig to get big
Suckers hid in bushes pushes back further attack
Some cut the facts up hack stuck in lack buck
I got cash flow though so I row row row
My boat float past enemy vote the tenement
Seed proceed to flow bleed roll speed
Cold deeds done number one something fun
To stun begun to run after disaster plug
Your hashish more black born and act like moron
Edited by Solid Log (05/16/22 09:43 AM)
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Texas Honey Badger
No Fucks Given
Registered: 10/15/18
Posts: 939
Loc: Spicemaster, Texas
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 Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#856670 - 05/16/22 05:29 PM (4 days, 7 hours ago) |
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Comet it makes your teeth so clean
Comet it taste like listerene
Comet it makes you vomit
Get some Comet and vomit 🤮 today
Second verse same as the first
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I eat Cobras and Pie
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Solid Log
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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
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