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 Solid Log
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 Re: poem  [Re: 1234go]
#856549 - 05/05/22 12:24 AM (1 month, 22 days ago) |
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Wealth inequality the way I walk
Always follow me hit up the
Dollar Tree nothing to see here in
This neighborhood grew up in fear
I tear I wound suckas do too
All raps within my crew is brewed
From the tombs to the stale rooms
Where We dare to take on the few
Who do surrender capture torture
Get your chest bare I wreck air
On Psychedelic I best I Gel it
I cold tell it hit with pellet I fell quick
Some hell lit like swell up and shit
I have to quit others stay lit back
I shift sick sack crip Crack and nod
The head in risk at task at hand
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Jenny
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Solid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#856570 - 05/07/22 09:50 PM (1 month, 19 days ago) |
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When you walking’ down the street
And suckers beat to give you threatening creep
Put you to sleep?
No it doesn’t come cheap Martial Arts.
When you chillin in the club and a sucker
Pulls out a 9 mm dub of clips rip off
Duck down don’t cough it come Raw
This Martial Art
If you see a cop beat a criminal nonstop
Film it or dive in and save civilian
This Martial Art
Everyone bleep out the cuss word it’s absurd
Ride a curve get internal Chinese
All this please people pulling rabbit out the sleeve
This is magic and Martial Art
So don’t dart through the streets causing mad heat
To erupt press self destruct all a sucker want
Is the funds in this business to get the drugs to fuel
His Martial Art distance
I practice sober now ain’t done a drug in How Long?
19 years no beers no weed no speed all I need is
Martial Art all I plead is non violence
Give you a helping hand with no greed
I feel like a dead person
What’s worse than not tokin’ first then
For 19 years
I pass up beers I turn down everything crown
I feel down heat come from all around
Feel like a clown I know the herb ganja
Will calm yah and bomb yah out reroute
The lifestyle give a big smile all the while
Create Soul Child freedom road
Release the load take it off the feet lounge mode
Wreak Magic on the stoners mode of operation
Go on Vacation see things coming from
Wherever brings my heart sings as the things
I smoke passes through my brain
I take another toke
What more could I explain?
I’m an Astral Traveller grabbin’ your aura
To pour yah a glass of cash that last time
You tried to rhyme you murderous slime
I speak mine to the peak of the crime the criminal
Subliminal thinking hits you’ll pull off cough
The boss back clack click magic trick in the thick
Of this jungle like quick I bust a bitch’ lip
If they trip on me see I handle methamphetamine
My rhymes gleam to what a soldier mean
All the time it might seem like hype pipe smoking
Not joking being soaked in the flavor your behavior
Is still that of a slave to the substance abuse
I let loose the shrooms on you to level your ego
Say you can’t handle it?? You better handle this bro
And sis you get constantly dissed so why all the bullshit?
Edited by Solid Log (05/12/22 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
Mystal Creth
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 98
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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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No Fucks Given
Registered: 10/15/18
Posts: 1,040
Loc: Spicemaster, Texas
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 Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#856670 - 05/16/22 05:29 PM (1 month, 11 days ago) |
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Comet it makes your teeth so clean
Comet it taste like listerene
Comet it makes you vomit
Get some Comet and vomit 🤮 today
Second verse same as the first
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I eat Cobras and Pie
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Solid Log
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Manifesto technique innuendo mystique
Each sucka bleak gets his speak on
I wreak gone off pot smoke each dawn
I toke with broke back mountain fountain
Spewing out the outcome how come
My route’s done I shout hum to be number one
Each gun sprung a leak bullets missed my cheek
Bitch eat and get juicy to fruit see I cute
Shoot hoop to be new to freedom crew in
Cement be dented adventure sent it
God he bent it up sent you luck and program
Struck the buck stops here tear off an ear
Yelling in it fear you queer do you peer
Outside with your gun by your side?
You should knock on wood every sucka
Good to meet motherfu$^er
Drug Frames A Tight Blaze spread your wings amaze
Crazed even from too much Cement Drugs I reinvent
The Drug Frames tame what’s spent A in class depend
On Drug Frames man they hit tight shit flip take a sip
Wade through trip lakes of mistakes others make
Drug Frames all day it’s the way to play my favorite
Is smoking pot don’t you forgot what’s not like it
I’m psychic on Drug Frames I X Ray for days see through walls
Call it all ball it my Wallet dropped call it don’t stop
Follow through got what’s got on Drug Frames
Required tiring of firing up to say what’s up and duck
Truck jewels tucked ripped off ruckus up it’s ass fast time
Whack rhyme I’m in dimes clustered limes lemons from
Heaven 7-11 get it in denim shot juice Bethlehem ready set
Friend of the system suckas dis em I listen tricks in back and
Forth victim for the requiem no one steps ten for the Vet again
Four flex on the ends the crept up leapt struck the best truck
Jewels fools wear carry married to the system like Larry Tate
Suckas great to do it all through boo hoo with the fluid stew in it
Spar with all doubtful rip the head off Southpaw come a mouth
Law about saw all the now and draw pistol wishful thinking
Blinking rearrange kinking up the cord raps record maps I scored
Toe taps till you bored I shot a lord last Tuesday for messing
With my Employment Pay He might get shot some way I forgot
I run through maze hock up snot for the day’s craze before
It gets hot shore up shot four got it slot time a lot of crime not 9
Before failure I sail your biscuits up the get rich quick scheme
Victims with steam blow a lot of cream sometimes unseen to be in
Edited by Solid Log (05/26/22 05:02 PM)
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Solid Log
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Growing up, I didn’t know how special time was till I
Reflected back on this mushroom track
Psilocybin to be exact everyone lack it mostly I closely
Follow the population in their exact makin’
Black brains all stains this ain’t your ordinary
Flames might burn up no way… You can’t stand up
Hardly a yard buck fifty some retard try to come get me
I pull up to par no one thus far has done it too hard
In this regard I think of sex, violence in silence
You never know the trip till it’s filed in it’s folder
You get bolder strength holder for the Gold you’re
Platinum relax to some low dose but prefer high and fry
Everyone try to make it to bake it brains off the chains
And placate I can’t relate to the Virgins I work in
The jerk end I search friend of the church descend
Don’t raise a sword against your brother you discover that $hit
Head tilted back lit till it chopped off flip flopped roll on the ground
Sopping wet with blood thugs prove crews do it to it rule fists
Blades made in the shade the fade for aid to fame and flame Burn
Up the learned struck by pure luck to meet one get spun number
The lumber for practice back fists lack crisp attack hiss Click
Clack it’s in the wrist I get pissed to see a bully fully out of null
Medicinal Herbs some word up learned you tucked weapon
Most profession get the guess in it I blessed win hits
Like hit records some herbs you chop it up in seconds after
Losing your breath taking hits and all types lights up
Mics but I stay shut until I fill up on the stuff like guts worm
My intestine squirm butterfly tongue go numb I vomit
I get so high I don’t even comment my mom bet I bomb set
I long on threat to lodge out the sex herbs led by the
Angelic few go through what crew slew on the brew concoction
Pop herbs nonstop then
Edited by Solid Log (06/13/22 08:38 PM)
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1234go
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Solid Log
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Re: poem [Re: 1234go]
#857316 - 06/15/22 10:29 PM (11 days, 22 hours ago) |
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Droppin’ hits nonstoppin’ licks firecracker steroid washing cricks brains
And there void Fast lanes and outlast bashes dashes to street thugs’
Parties pull plugs for all that involves murder morgue music
You choose it battle whose d!/ck? I have to drink booze sip the saddle
Cracked and rattled I shall rip ball before I fall I told you all call
Me G I raps a lot and rhyme for free 33 can’t you see? I be the MC
With Ps the greatest the latest the afraid to hits fade your $h!t
I be a B breaking B Boy shaking stake in rap game hate caps claim
Sets like jets I steps up to Techs I let others bet it’s cut for sweat
Shake your butt I get head all that said I raps made my bed for I
Instead red like Feds they Bleds Bleeds me my time to see rocks
Rhyme like G clock crime so free to do the time I got Ps and Qs
Drink booze raps screws into twos and threes a breeze knock knees
Chalk up lock stuff up chuck the banal struck for the fuc\\!k of it
Cold reason irrational logic project long rest on topic progress
Dominate stress lest it blessed chest back test facts like messed
Up dress cut festival but the rest will pull fully hold heat World
Street enough of eating depleting life force seating greeting
Some meeting others bleeding suffer heeding to the real thing
Zeal King of feeling sing all be all and it’s the ring of Truth
So root shoots grow fruits you know who is probably new to flow
Glow black Afro low lax a$$..hole gone traps gold and sold
I am a Hindu God of Jesus the Empress the Tempest adventurous
I with Charlton Heston with the best in tin cans plans out
Mannerisms with damn your Prisons are Crowded
I make a sound and I canned the plan just as rubber band snaps
Other than that I’m fat I have a gat and pat down visitors
I envision yours as prison bores the shit out of bitten more
For sure I cure the poor they the ones who need it I hit speed
Twitch for seed I’m rich I hitch a ride go inside the mind on LSD slide
I eyed a woman just the other day who was gay let’s play patty cake
And bake her’s man
Edited by Solid Log (06/19/22 05:37 AM)
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Solid Log
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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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Jenny
Virtue
Registered: 11/19/19
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Posts: 115
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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
#857449 - 06/26/22 10:36 AM (1 day, 10 hours ago) |
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Solid Log
Mystal Creth
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 98
Last seen: 4 hours, 42 minutes
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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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