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 Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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We clean off
Before rein the boss
We lead losses and gains
The brains fry on Psilocybin
We trip in n-dimensions
Everyone flex and
You could bet the best blend
Smoke a few joints on point
We set trends around town as down
We light a clown up
On the Street Street Struck
As heat tucked
All bleeped up I creep
I Soldier sleep as untold grief
I’m molded seek
The hold on it to fold onto
What you gone through I hell
I storm brew as well
I smooth gel
I’m Fasting as last thing
Title vital to get high Water
Cost recorder
What a Trip!
Sort through as court drew
Up the documents
I rocked you since
I was on top and rinsed my walk
Tripped as Squawk I lost a lot
Of weight on the plate
Serving fate on a dinner date
Later yo
We catch a Euphoria off the Herbs
That’s Word to Bluebird
As third as curve swerve
Into the burn in you learn in
I turn into the Bluebird
All you heard my song chirp
I drop the bomb
We got it hot to top it to the tip
We rock it rip like clockwork
Science defiant
I’m a Giant in the Herbal Network
That head shot got your head to work
Now you churn in earnings
Rolling like a Soldier with Wings
Make it burn and sting
I got the King Piece
Release as each as each reach
The Euphoria
I copped Ganja smuggled into Florida
I tore on yah
Herbals
This word up valves control the fluid
Right to it we true as the New Kids On The Block
With writer’s shock I control the lock
I hold it down smoke some Pot
Pass it around
Everyone CHILLIN’ NOW!!!!
Crystal
Ice as Pistol
Connect with the Nike checks
I serve and protect
I turn in to tune in and drop out
Like I rock around the clock
I talk like an expert reflect jerk
Back at it with the tragic
Magic seen I had it Green Leaf
Retired Reefer Head
As heat torn and bled enough I said
I rough core as puff Herb
Relief as bird to the key trip
I speed flip retire hip
Admired for the expired I lift
Get it with the head fit the wire
I set it back an Empire
Like they sing choir
All of us Buyer of the Herbals
Word and shall burn Eternal
The flame with the same aim
As cold came I shot dice explain
Why I knock twice
I herb and I spice
Word
To 33rd
I’m a Weed Nerd who wants to burn again
I serve it then
Intend to cultivate a nice crop for my top
Brain you match it maintain
And pop chain
Like this I explain how the device work
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/12/24 08:02 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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I’m so into Pot I got shot at once for blunts
I wasn’t rolling runts I twisted colossal all off the top I pull
Shotgun hits for the Trips to rock it full
The topic is Optical Fractal Psychedelic with the gel it
My arms can cause harm so I kick it on the farm with stoners
We all alone in the Universe cursed by the ride the hearse
Police lurk and want to nab us
We do a Rosin dab and just fabulous
I grab the pipe and thrust forward toward the light and ignite on sight
I like to get high and why you wonder?
It’s because my number is one you under spell of like relative
I celebrate big when I got shivved
I write this trigger like this go figure
I’m just the n!@@er
I swig your lift burn the spliff
Like that they try to strike back
My mic is for rap as I cap type flat with gats
My mic attacks the tracks on hype as wipe that ass on all types of Herbs
Word
I split a fast Bird to curve all that swerve
Around the corner you a foreigner if you don’t fire up
Wee me in the truck hauling harvest
That’s as hard it gets
We never flex
We shot Guns
For someone to run up on Kind Nugs
They must have not tried the drugs
Fiend for cycle thugs
We ripe as mug shots with Glocks
That sure shot
We the spot doctors choppin’ up words
Methamphetamine birds we handle curves and bends
Murder stems from our furthest descent
We crescent moons and too soon they light up rooms
We light up spoons to inject
Infect with Techs we rule the spectrum
To detect one of us takes a bonus run for sum
We light it up and some, no, every Gun with we take the plunge to run Trip
We tight in this thick with money grip and Gun on the hip
We light a Spliff and tight to stay right on!
It’s about time we smoked all day bongs
We handle hot shit with tongs
We got the prongs and dawn on the structure to puncture
We rough and tough and can’t be touched as such score
We cycle War and to the core as torn up worn through cut
As sword drew
We light the Spliff for Pot headed stuff
Pot headed stuff!
We don’t make the cut we graded as faded
We made it!
Displayed hit on lit lit song
The Trips on this we Shroomy intense
Grew heat in rooms with the self defense we shock and Glock
Talk moons in the sky
All high off the dude’s supply we thank that guy
Who brought us the Pot
We drink Water a lot
It’s onslaught mixed with the shot
We stripe rocks and handle Blocks
Thug off the chalk marked bodies as Plot thicken
We Soldier in this quicken to thicken
We stick in
With the blades like Sun Rays
We get lifted in the shade
We tight with Grade A Hay
Our supply you cannot deny
Brought us to our very high stature
That’s why we manufacture Hashish
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/13/24 06:21 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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I’m a nut glutton
Release the cut in the front end
We get bended off splendid beverages
Rendered the Sun Splash as Cash
Master that Fast with Grass
To make a Sun Fast
Your Gun up to the task
With the heat brandished so sweet
I Gun Heat in your mouth
To Trillion Dollar down South
The Million Dollar Planet they ban it
I cram in into the Brew
Finish you who in this slew as Guns Drew?
I liken to crew responsible
In the Hospital I visit true
As fin back the Ganja Stack with run through
Hum and flew offa lung
I just numb and basic bum in The Matrix
As this place set at the table bet I label
As brand cables through the sand and land
A job with the mob finish that
Like corn on the cob
I recommend Herbs
So you could say word up I done it
No numb from it the Sun hit my plastic Tech
With elastic stretch
I gasped for breath
From just one hit left?
Never that.
We rich with plenty to always crisp up
We run the Streets with no heat
I done with beef
I through with the truest as cap keeps
Back they flew this Reefer in
Take that for a spin
Have a close kin revoke your weapon for steppin’
People threaten so bet in
The lesson from the profession
I crept in
License with the mic it’s just dice rolled
All under control people murder while they stroll
It takes a toll on a G homie
We always lonely the crew is so thinly seeded
We breeded bred very few in the true USA
With Guns kids play
I light up the night into day
Guns run dry
So we get high
To up the supply we jack for baseball bats
We make match
We ill in this to scratch Cocaine backwards
Insane Tokes blurred my lane
I Soldier in flame to hole with the aim
I light brains
Let these Wingtip sips brighten flips
With fight in the tight then
Gun ends when crews send
They bent
All relief aid spent on Cocaine and Weed
Herb Ganja we float a lot on the song fair
As gone across the airwaves
So stay tight and stay brave
Like a slave I rewrite the blood stains I just might
Frighten a little kid on sight doin’ a bid
Just walking down the Street
I lock it down with the fleet
With White Heat
Slither Snake to the beat
All punk crews are fake as feature that takes wind to seek
The reek of gun smoke as a joke
I try to provoke peace
But it always ends with blood red
Cocaine tends to blow brains and like that Set
A lot of Sets just need to wet with drugs and practice martial arts yo
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/14/24 12:49 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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I got a warped lens
Straighten it bends taken out
With restaurant quality I got a crew following see
I jolly be up to folly with the tight keys
My gun bleeds soul
As feed flow indeed with the proceeds glow on some Methamphetamine
I got a team that beam and lean on crews
Seen as fools in the Order to sort through crews sort uh
I retort first as burst works it the thirst
My Gun hurts to carry
I bury before I marry
I get scary yo
Like wind blow a fairy dust smoke as rings blown
The cycle shown as roll
I control all the folds up
I sold a truck to an old duck
With a bat scatter much fatter than average
I do damage swig on some White Lightning
Smokestack with the broke back facts as wrote raps
Commence to bat them over the fence
Let’s all practice chill self defense without ill
The Psychedelic kill ego
But the light I got flow a lot and I like Pot as I scratch the dot
Balling Ganja
All alarm with the charm
Busted Hawks that Gun Talks
Dance moves and grooves that new
I like this flew
Ice is how I grew twice in it brew
Slices for dice roll crew as Soul
On this roll control the Gold
I like Herb told the farmer to grow mine Organic
In fact I chose an Organic Farm to grow all mine
Barn is the dry room
I get a supply soon
I know how it flow with reason to roll
I psychic like it Bold with Ice in my mold I’d cold
I like it fold up twice but this time my wrist shine
Rolex Watch
That walk I stalk with reminds me of Ice crisp
I got an Ice lift so I need a lot of Spliffs
I light the hits up
You get up
In the Red Fire Truck
You fin to duck fires
I admire a Firefighter
I’m brighter than light there
I cross bear cost tear
Beware of the air around
I found the ground space as Ace
Once again Ice in the place
I about face and chase down thugs on drugs
I light this like scrub brains wash
Down the boss I lost hope
For dope heads
Old Kegs are for me I like this the hypest thing G
Meth
Talks 9
Never 8 straight
Meth is great some people Ice Skate around
A round or two and you blew
Ice new to a lot of folks who choke
As soon as it goes down Gold rope
Ice I smoke it or sniff for a lift
I Ice Crisp
Type the mic is like the device I rock it to spot Trip
Glocks itch with the Tech 9
I’m blind and rewind with Herbal Shine I unwind
You could hit the Fast Blind and exit
Reflex check back at the Hawks and text message
I left the rest for the fest
I drug test at best I pass it fresh to suggest the fine mesh
Screen with tight beam my ice it gleam
I Sun flow through the cream
I clock the 8 9
I rhyme as bind with the prime Ls that’s crime sells
I rock the bells and stock who dwells in rebel
I several moves ahead and bled
True as heat on the Street grew from lead spray complete
Decay in the gray area
I be tearin’ yah and scarin’ yah
I fair to burn Ice as learn to spot dice roll control the Soul
I Tripped it so I roll my Soul
In tight with cold the Ice gets old
I remain bold and Gold as I cold skin Platinum
Fat and then
I relax and bend on a Spliff
I prefer Reefer plus I’m an OG night creeper
Tight sleeper
Before I hit the beaker test tube shit Methamphetamine Trip
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/14/24 09:09 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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I seek the Cash
I got EZ Mils and chills back at the lab
I know how to do it and unscrew it
I flew hit the crew with the tune slip the fluid
I truest as Blue get
Movie night wet with the Doobies light
I’m through with cess
I do keys tight
Ignite plight of the right Wing
I sight seen
Soldier Human Being
I fold your cream
You ran out of steam
You got it or you don’t
You will or you won’t
You top bill or chill and smoke
Until the vote
I provoke all Soldiers wrote to cope with
The dopest I float hits
Across the antidote for this hope skids across lanes of traffic
I can’t handle it
I see piss poor with candle lit
I sand you’ll hit the brand spanking new crew
As my hands did hit as this drew the line
One Time
Everyone needs to light a Spliff
I could hook up a Gun snorting Meth
Or become one with the cold breath that sold death
I fold yep
I crept as sold on rep
I get threatened
You bet in this Drug War for as much more than Guns tore
I light it in sight with the War lift
I’m tight crisp
Flight missed you catch the next one with no Gun
I cycle through hum on the mics I pull I fully heat the Street
We got the Street Sweep
We busted a Green Bud as Thug tries to rub us out
We resinous with that metal Trip to skip the drug peddlers
We settlers in our domain as blood stain
Brain light as dope game might proclaim on sight aim on right draw down
For the Crown I flip hits to skip tricks mix it with the sticks and rip
I got it so I Pothead
Murder fed kids further bled with skids
I like to light lits
My mic mix in the high run as Gun hum
We strike and we come with Suns like that
It’s Soldier rap from the fold on the map
As Gold hid that data to scatter the matter I just sat there
Didn’t care or stare for cemetery
Make merry then bury the Dead Head as fair heat bled
The Murder Seat I torn with the real groove speak move and tune up
I skip the room up
Ganja
With my finger on the trigger we deliver as promised
I learned all the specs and bombed Sets through reps as all night stepped
In eight directions
I caught sections called Dragon Crane
Lit the flame with the blades and Sun Shades
Tight in this for days
I visited LA and ran the Streets meet up like track meets
I rhyme for beast called Serpent
To work it into smooth with one groove
We into the new Trip
As I cool and light a Spliff I doom Sets
Who through wet
I rule got a tool and school kept them back in K
I light this tight this to the day
I write this and flight slips through the blindness
I rewind hits
You signed your shit and rhyme specs as mics flex
I type X
Ripe steps as I make checks and drugs Mexican Ganja
An Herbal all Internal we burn slow
Warm up patrol the spot every day for blade
When it came I knew the name
We got Psilocybin aim as killin’ child children
We get ill in
We got the Gun as someone hum as one Wing
I done sting the Gun ring
The subject thing thugs love it and done with the Trees
I love their disease
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/14/24 11:01 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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I liquidate straight
Put on the cheap sunglasses that soar on Fast with the tackle that task
At last I signed up the track
I sped and bled bleeding with the heater ringing
I’m singing all night Winging it
I stinging it like who’s that Soldier fool that on Water with a tool strapped?
I put fools off the map and rule in rap as I cap
My sunglasses up to task lit the class up
I had to wrap up and I’m trapped in the cut
Yup.
I’m about to slap up a clown to get down I light this through town I strike with the Round Shaolin
I doubt Sin will hinder men and women
I sing about the days a given was the blades on Sun Rays
I tight with these Gray Alien
Just might sail into town that’s how we get down
I serve a frown
I shout out loud to crown the sight I ignite on tracks light back hype with stacks
I love my herbal practice
Crews can’t match this and how their track hit
They need an herbal practice
I synergistically amp with the lamp on some Trip
I’m tight thick
I overdosed
From coast to coast I roast
Toasted Psychedelic cut in the nut as Ghost
I lit it the most for they brag and boast
We chill and egoless I seen the stress herb
As Weed done test I reflex
Hit backward with a sack of sword
This rap don’t record
I hit the bored
For floored rhymes core
As mine sign up the dime store
Been signed more often as coughin’
I roll soft when I’m on Ganja
Shock when I spot then
I ride control the lights in gunfights
It’s something sight as One Wing Tight
I roll on flights
I skim it bring it
Hinge squeak
Gimmick complete with the Trip hit it
I crib stripped the digits off a little kid
God as my witness I’m sick with it
I did it
Yup.
I’m frigid
Cold as too old with the midgets I rolled
Ganja as a Psychedelic
Tool
That coolest of Herbs word
That Trip your day up
You could be gray and Ganja flipped it way hardcore
With the glee for a Tree
I soar
I like to ski
I tight with the gun shy to hold that head high as you wonder Y
A Soldier died to bring us cold bloody tides
I bloody ride I’m inside
Got the tried and true
Loop this with a tool
Fruitless you come off fool
Push in your stool
At the bar with a car
Your door is ajar
I hit it par
On every bar
I limitless my gimmick is a big bag of tricks
So yo gimme this
I shimmy shake Trip mistake to bake
With the fake
I tight as steel plate
Armor that charm your skate
On the harm your weight causes blades to spray
Look
I’m a Martial Artist!
OK?
Put that fucking Gun away
Before you catch play with a spray you don’t wanna see G
A Yo trust me
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/15/24 01:28 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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I grew up in the Hollywood Hills
Everything is real in the scene whip some cream up for pie
I slice and serve it with the spice I murdered
Twice
I furnished this with the twist I country flipped it
Small Town drip with
The license Crown I get in there tight with the flights on
I right wrongs
I hear a song smoke a bong to it
I grew it back in the day
Scoot over I’m about to smoke some Hay
A mass shooter in the looter riots on a diet don’t try it
They supply it in the high head as mics I find dead
Types all over tracks as Acid wipe down the track back to front
What you want?
To star in movies?
I seen a cartoon on Speed in rooms with knives I bleed
I run rhymes indeed I bust lines
I flipped it time for a Spliff now
How that?
Like that fat cannon with the BLAM!
I reran the type that heat scan swiped
With the beam and twice
I cut it with the nut in it
I seen life different on Ice
Beam and it’s a Trip
Triple threat all fiend to smoke me next I joke about Smoking Weed
Rolling dice and blocking the mics from shocking I’m talking Nikes
I bought a basket of fruit
To root for the homies as cream I’m too stoney
I got the cement
I blown heat
All over heat bent
I invented the sent in
Residential credential
That get past the been smoke fin to choke your novice I bomb threat
Cycle text that rifle is next
I’m about to icicle so I roll the dice pull a Christ I pull
Advice I shot your mind up
For a dime of stuff you rewind in the cut find and cold strut
Down the Street to hold heat
Nothing sweet with gun to teach
Blade to stay in shade
These rhymes made degrees shine
All of us be fine in the diamonds
I recline and skip bids to find in the skids my mind is different
I got the hits spent on bent
I got a cent for I invent the newer threads
That’s bled red and you spread dead
I’m the type to fill you in instead
If you red blood fill in with the dreadlocks chillin’ and killing and illin’
Yo fiend that has to blow the nose with blow
I triple toe underhook with the look that shook
I read the handbook on how the ground shook
Car Washes
Dirty mattresses
Flicked ashes
1000 lashes
Tips the classic
Spendthrift on dead lift
Equipped with skips and pops
Analog fog
All flight taken through the bog
And smog of LA
I Soldier to stay in the cold there
Old and Gray
I Gold to tight this with the likeness
Of the hype type to strike on mics
I flipped the bicycle
On a mic I pull thunder
I lit from under case is number one
Sum for fun I rung
I brought it bring numb
So I chill as one
With the Sunlight shining bright
As gun tight with the flight I just might
Strum a guitar
With the Wizard in the mixture hits before
I flipped the Dragon roar
As I play chords bend pop harmonics
Blend the sonic with the tonic herbs
I light in this word
Like a bird the 33rd
I skip a first base to chase the Ace
All over the place about face
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/15/24 03:12 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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Quickbooks
Rhymes shook off Gold Chains
And light brains with Platinum
We see fat in them the Trees wrap around and bend
With no end in sight of the money keep it tight
It’s funny how light some be then dark and spark the Gun Heat
It’s a ton of Weed you need to rap Trees real freely
I kneel below the heel toe Tree to Tree roll Spliff and light it
I tight with the heads that fed
I light this red
Warning to those storming in
You born again in the next life as I splice the wire in
I retire begin to ignite fire with the desire that burns higher
I’m not a liar I split the gold required for the signed and served
I swerved in and out of lanes in dice games I rolled with flames
Now I tight this explains why I don’t bite lyrics
I love the juice and loosen ups on tracks and ain’t comin’ back
We got Sunshine in a sack and that’s from primetime as line whack
I light the black up to back up your sack struck as light
I weigh it out right so I could find diamonds recline in the Sunshine
As Sun Blind some people lag behind
So I shot them two times in the back of the head
Smash and Grab for the Hashish
Then find you stuck stab in the back seat
For Reefer with the Ether made oil
I like to toil in the lab and jab
Hook a cook on the product that Chinese Eyes to comment
My mom sent me a message about Meth
And bleeding to death
So my head spread
Reefer tend to promote peace so I be there at least
OG with the meat cleavers
I’m the true believer as deceiver of the Neither
Neither Nor either core as War over Psychedelic
You could tell it from the bell rung as hum with one Gun
From a ton I’m licensed
I got the murder track Ice is not Crack
We’ve been calling the Blow Snow to avoid confusion on Death Row
Some bled slow I like this flow
I mic up the cold rolled Assassin
That task in the bent further meant they came and went
For one cent they grab and stab you
In the cab without a clue you get screwed with the blade as fade
Then bleed to death while these rhymes played
Bomb did it blinded eye dig it
Lit a sprig up of Big Buds
I rip cuts to their structure to such as hardcore floor the rhythm
Down to the ground lyrical prison
I make the incision I got a vision
I could see the kids in the system
With a Trip in it to live it big it hit it big ups to cuts that feature flux
I right in truck ropes to dope for I rope I spoke
Smoke major Pot and rifle shot at me I got a lot of Gs and Cream Please
Down on your knees you recite breeze tracks and bring the heat back with scratch
Made a batch of soft bake make no mistake I break like waves
Slaves get it Sun Rays for brave lit it in caves and cycle amaze
I blaze the Reefer each teacher style hits Weed there strive
For perfection you could make the connection
I burn to the ground in section
Got the Gas Station fill em up and sound amazing I graze in the field
I wield weapon no half steppin’ I jet in you bet in to sweat then
Grab an end pretend bend this tremendous I blend this
You defend hits scrub back and render this priceless with Ice it’s
The device ripped I shot it hot got the solid blood clot like a wallet balked
At the plate ransack great reflex check stacks make the Americas Great
So I could get Cocaine
I blow up like Propane
I light the Brains and shot in rain storms
I drain past the norm and behave like born in the grave torn
Explore the ways I to the core smoke a J with no delay
I type to strike the mic on some Hay and beat it Gray fade it related hits
Reinstated with grade A bladed I made it
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/15/24 08:02 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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Success with Gasoline
This Golden scheme to hold in is bold in the system
I list them
The advantages of Gas you could flash the aftermath of combustion
For Global Warming but this Gas I hit it in the morning
Till I go to sleep no peep
I count sheep and shot to the beach the next day
With Hay and Sun Rays I blaze
I lit a Purple Haze and listened to the split the tied in two Blues like Crews got
You could get shot so I plot to spot the hotties
I rock a lot of keys and dot these
Hot spots with the Pot I clock it shot up and locked
I not the nonstop I murderous when the Vermin gets in the way
I’m not gay
But I play with men all day
I like this to the type twitch as someone stitch to get rich
Light up a mixture fixture picture perfect
Work it to hurt it with birth first for thirst that cursed
I’m well rehearsed I split a verse about a nurse
Plural
I burned slow in the glow for flow
Hit it roll equipped to blow so I shot slow
I like this to grow all day
Lit it up like Sun Ray
Ganja Herb for the way with words I’m birds
On the track heard
I first the 33rd I burned a J
And relaxed chill and come back
Up the hill with thumbtacks I scratched a fool back murder whack
Get these clowns off the map with structure intact with the gun tore it’s War
At school
A freezing blew through blue clouds of fog through with the whole crew waiting
To skate and sing I replace the thing bring
All laced on the scene with the dream I with the team
Like this I mic up to dice in the cut roll as from for what you want
I service none that done like number one
I from the funds that lungs inhale
I bail on jail and turn stale
The way I’ll rail against crime is in line with lines I snort
Of Cocaine retort with the same name I’m flame
I right in the lane Trippin’ slippin’ up the wrist and cuff I sink
The link with the brink of it I sing and love it sting I cold cut with
The someone twitch as husband rich
With the glove in the stitch I light a glitch
I been hip ever since I puffed Reefer for the Mafia I defeat all onslaught
As topic on top of the list I flow twist
The M.I.K.E. exist because of fist law
All like this break the jaw and crawl the lanes
With the blades I hype this the ripest got it made
Priceless
A bottle of Bud
You roll through like lightning as tightening the thug
Lighting in the drugs they thing is Gun ring
And something swing like that I hype back at it with rug rat
Sold my Gat for nothing
Fronting on black that’s nothing like One Wing from King
Something sting they fronting on the spring the fools off and cough
Like a boss I toss the shocked cocked Glock
I fully stocked with law
All tighten the jaw and sight in the flaw for all
I Ball
Like that and come right back
My Soldier Stats lead me to believe in Gats and Weed
I’m not dreaming it’s seemingly impossible at the hospital to fix me like G
I tight with it get High Ball and Ski
Like this they flee as white as sheet with the Gun beat
It’s something for the Street
I need a Ganja Cap like Bleep
Sleep through the creep drew as leak coolness
I’m not a fool with my Set but I need the ride slept on right
I ignite at night and take flight out of sight
My Ganja does me tight with it strike the might like a Trip I skip the shit
I already seen it and beam hits the Cream sets extreme Yes!
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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Hollywood
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It’s like that
Chuck a bike back and until the meat hook you might snap
I busted rap
And stat off the map
With the recline relax
I max with no tax on that ass
I sold it solid fast like wallet
I ball it
You could call it to install it in your system
Crews wish in they had the black ball in prison
Crews exist when I smooth cold dis fools
With the tools and pools of blood
Crews lie flat in the mud as cut
Strut something for one thing the Gun Ring
A Soldier is King as I told you
I hold crews to fold up in bang and bruise
Like this with 2s deuces
I flow loose it’s the truce as fuel gets
I smooth on the Set you could bet I jet
The fuck up your cut if you fiend to flex but
I heat this text call it shut case as Ace
Feel the bass I fin to taste as I outer space
I grace the lifted lace in the face
I make it mace the way back with haste
I just like this hype this makes
The mic itch
Until you done stitch
You wish you had Cannabis
Man that’s fingerprints like limit I spike the gimmick
I make Cash at home
You phone the prone and bone
I smoke bones as touch tone
I relax and clone
The must haves
You smash and grab robbery
All job you speed and rock it tock tick
Bastard mastered the job sick as plastered
I faster than the blast you got
Crews get shot in they ass and plot
I sock raw call it law and caught the ball
I like this with crisp Royal
Boil on the coils like the toy you’ll pull
You bullshit
With something slipped I mic up that jet
And Rest In Peace
Crews deceased in the grease I feast
Rhyme at least all the time you get fleeced
I rock a shine
What’s mine is mine
I got a dime for phone call
As I bone brawl
In the follow I wobble and hobble
I cold relax cobblestone streets
As rhyme sheets
I master of beats
Cold shine at least I cold prime
This dollar bill is binding I wax on shining
The blind Wing
I stock it my mind sing the topic
As you clock it don’t stop it
I might shock it
I run a Ganja Operation
Growing for flowing crews
Crews need it yo as yo thing blow
I cold Wings I sting
I mic this back and bring a tire flat
You seen the Gat and Scene
Like this beam in the priceless
Mic gets flexed when dice rolled check
I twice that
I type to hype up the black truck as done scratch but
I in the cut I strut
I get it front off a doughnut
I show in the cut I sho nuff
Blown up the spot
As dot for Pot
I got a lot there Soldier
I wish you bolder to fold there
I cold air as bear the stare and flare
I fin in it to wear the finished
I diminished a trick in this flipped with rinse
I spin it like the limit I sin with it still I chill
And been it the Killer Ganja filler
I drill your chick as porno flick
Something that might stick
As twice ripped the Vice
I had the device as bicycle I ice pull back and thrust
You get bust back at
Trust that as fat cat
You get the flack as master tracks
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/16/24 04:28 PM)
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Hollywood
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Landshark
Crews call it bark as I arc off the spark
I seen it dark
I park my vehicle
In the heel toe
I feel blow
All sealed
Peeled back and it’s like that
I map the tracks up to sack
Still in this adjust
As they bust
I got a must have track
Two of them in fact I’m Blue and that’s a rap
I have the dap
I stat to static
I search for fully automatic
As crews rap tragic
And blew it
I ain’t new with it
I Trip it a lot
I blow up the spot
As I fought hard against the guard
Release the Yard
As shard of crystal
Pull up the pistol
Full as wrist shine and blind
I’m in this rewind
As business
Come from behind the distance
I rinsed and been it ever since
I wish I could cold cut
I must have a track that raps to cap
I’m brought up in Gun Culture
Smell like Sulfur
Been joining the crew since 1993
I blew a smoke ring around the thing
I kick back and sing about Stacks
To Progress I manifest
I love Cash and Yes!
I Fast as blast out the relapse
The heat straps me up
But I never cut
I show a punk a stump
I busted bump that thrust tricks
In the mix show a six and go fix
The Gun rips through as skip do
The noodle
I slurp one as Gun license
I cut Ice in this with Ganja Buns
All likeness from causes numb in one
Own Self
As wealth rebel as gel
Rebel Yell as bell
Release the hell
I mean it till fiends bit
I lean with it fully equipped
As Trip get the six fix it back effort
That Tech 9 tore it as score it
I floor the gas and fast to hold tracks
In the cast I mask
I fully blast a crew with stash that grew
I slew a crew that brew trouble
Double in the huddle with no mud
They fully cut it up
And front on what you want
You get sunk
Punk ass
Juice loosens
People fruit in this fluid
As screws in the Trip to do it
I lure kids into skids with pure shit
I run this thick
Mic up in the mud as thud
Relax a dud perhaps as blood
I tax a struck gun for thumbs
All fully numb as I begun to rerun
I feed a ton to the Spleen from the blood
In the cut yo I fuck shit up
No one in the truck hardly at all
I guard heat to the gall
I likely to type Speed up the Wall
I crawl and proceed to brawl
I seen it all almost
I darn close as bust the loc
Dust you smoke
Choke
I broke a vote to cope with
Soak the dishes before you rinse
I hope they nuts
I got a front for stunt
To pull in brunt
In the lungs is where the smoke does
Enter the bloodstream
This one gleam on glow
Special ed grow as slow
Gold as fold I rolled
Told the track as fact as black
We right back
Indeed to tack up the like smack
They bike rap strapped
So I capped a kid
When on Ice I slid
Diamonds in the bid
In the mind ever since
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/16/24 06:31 PM)
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Hollywood
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I caught a big sack of the Raw
Trail Mix crack a jaw
To bail with tracks that claw
Up Tiger strike will in it with the paw
Like this law
I fiend for Live
Still I thrive with guns and knives
Will in jive
I hit it to survive
I got shit height hip hop to strike 9s
I chill in the blind will
I seen until my mind still
I mic at the top bill
For MCs chill
I bust it you could trust that
All this other shit tastes whack
I make it max on stacks for blacks
I like this with tax
Magic tracks to feed with on the map
I speed a hit to be real with the heated clips
I feed your 6
You bleeded dick
I fiend to stick a fool
Who don’t lean crisp on a tool
I got the spool
I shoot a pool
Lit the school up
Like new ducks fiend to pluck
Who chuck I screw mug
Anyone don’t chug you get no love
I fit like glove
Acid back at the rub
Fly like a dove
My Tiger Dragon interaction is ferocious
From Shaolin
I broke rips off tokes from the Ganja
I got on yah straight steel toe
I peel back bro
I sealed with the glow
You get real old fast
Smoking grass chillin’ in class
I flipped the task off the hydro
Or else you die slow
I fiend for five glow
And will it show Live show
I tag a toe for the thriving striving
I’m behind you ringing shit blind
Swinging shit I got the kind
I smoke it no jive
I hit a big spliff
Countered it with encounter Trip
Like this in the thick
I straight mic this up blip
I told you to sip constant
And dip with the bomb in it I comment
Like a bomb set with the calm intent
I invent the record second to wreck it
Fiends inject with the Speed
Like this this mic feed deadly
Readily your head’ll be Deadhead G
I bleed like this to proceed
I mic up this Weed I shot a G in
The lead in
I recede then again
I chill and spend a night ill
I found love in Methamphetamine
It warps my dream
Unseen by many every penny goes for broke to bend heat woke
I spoke about the shout out when I run rowdy all night crowd heat
The light is for the fight
I dart straight right as I chart top the flights I take
Make no mistake I love Ganja Cake the most
But I chill close with this upper
Motherfucker dose me with LSD
While I’m on Speed
I Speed read
A sucka bleed from both ends
I write it vote send wrote it to float with the coat Set
Tripped it bet I flipped it dipped it low
In control I hold the glow
I never unfold until I’m told I bold and rolled cold steel
I peel back metallic tracks
Black as fact my rhymes rap until I jack on sight
I relax in flight I max
Steel in tight like the trap that catch a savage dash across the vantage point
Let’s chill and smoke a joint
Gettin’ high
Singin’ sweet lullaby
I’m driven by drugs
All these thugs choose Methamphetamine
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/16/24 11:43 PM)
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Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
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I have an album coming
Some day
As I run the rainfall
I light it all I brawl
With ya’ll for being punk ass
Not a Soldier with Grass out the ass
I’m much bolder I told yah
Don’t be rollin’ boulders as cold yours is floor bound
Knock you out like a tour around the globe
Light this night this with earlobe pierced strobe light
I’m about to ignite
I seen a flight leave
With no tricks up the sleeve you best believe
I kill with the blood stream flowin’ still blowin’
Smokin’ drugs with no one
I got the Gun and so much fun
Your shit is broken how you spoken you a joke in
The toke when I soak in the hope spin around the US open
I never choke when I hit it
These drugs I did it
So like it written
Kickin’ it backwards with a sack churned up the map first
I hit dirt and kick that ass work for the task for store clerk
Or manager jerk I banished them to hurt
Cash is the controller
All the soul of Soldier turned into earning
I burning all the thing to sing it
Wingtips catch the heat grips
Like a sheet slips away any day
With any Gunplay you catch a Sun Ray
You ill behaved and don’t chill correct
I seen a neck snapped to keep fools in check
They crept with the stacks
Fiend intact still they strapped and afraid to jack
I got a gun clap as Sun on the map for a track lit
I back with the soul
I soul control
I’m about to roll I hold it Golden told in Platinum
With the Gat and some venom
They release tracks and bled dead from the gunshots
I smoke pot and blow some spots
Chill like this hold a grip of cash I got cold cash clock
I stash some for the roll in the rock
I flip sip some and skill in this thrill the shot kill and I shock
Around the walk I take to bake
Make no mistake I break a beat down with my Crown I hit this up in Town
I Trip it down to the difference is essence
I stay fresh in the left back when I send it I bend it
Spirit shocked
Glock locked fully auto on the block
You slow in spinning win the cream
Right this tight this like a dream
I’m white Trip on the light this type to sip
I mic lit hit the skids up
To kill a duck bill a buck
Chill as plucked
Don’t give a fuck steel in the truck to wheel it
I spin around the block with my Glock
I shocked all the saw that roll fat and grass hold class up
I split the stash up
I laugh but my last cut is chillin’
Tuck the still in make a killin’
I’m the hero and the villain like this ill in
Little children scream will in it seem
Like a theme to scheme release a beam
I steam clean like this team
Height with the whip in sight skill with the kill Cannabis
I drank a fifth chill and split a Meth sack
With the homies back in the fact is
I’m in the rap biz
What track this is?
Man I crisp and dip the skip in the jar
Fully par up the car slow up
You better grow up
Before the Gangsters roll up
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/17/24 02:14 AM)
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Hollywood
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Loc: Seattle
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You got crossed up over the mafia boss
Pasta with red sauce
You dead lost
Host that credit cost the leaded raw stuff
Saw that head it cut off
Said it edit the medical from fret it pull the bullet in your skull
With the full
You could pull and soon until the moonlight fill
I bill rock it out like grill for the clock till instill the terror
Your error cost you careful beware of bullets tear through
Pull it back cock it
Rap I rock it sap I stalk it juice I’m on that shit
Like chocolate I’m an addict soft with the batch I cold automatic
Stoppin’ static I’m glad I had it fuck like jackrabbit with the savage
Microphone do damage can’t manage it’s tragic
Flag it tag it bang it out the speaker weaker danger stranger
Than you keep your head up creeper sleeper
Cold night peeper of the violence in silence
Some bit my style it’s infections raps reflect this
Blood red death sentence will it end it’s
Killin’ me sweat until I G
Forget the will I bill the tendency is to ill I Speed now
I feed allowance to breed how I need it now I lead
Don’t follow I swallow the pill and call yo on the phone
I prone and split the bone to touch tone chill alone in the zone
My Martial Art Practice
Went from zero to Dope when I took Ganja Tokes
I used to choke on a lot of Pot Smoke
I rolled and shot my best pieces
The thesis I developed is Genius
Dragons and Cranes and rolling through lanes
Now I shoot dice games
Will in the brain to lit the lane up
I maintain in the cut with the steel struck for real but
I don’t deal in drugs any longer
But I’d fuck with Ganja
I like the bomber strains
Roll in the aim is to ball and crawl with the Wall
I got the brawl down
But I wear the crown and dice games roll like where is you now?
I serve it with the POW!
And shots allowed so I crowd around the center and enter
Splinter spent your temporary stare and heat as glare complete
Beware you get shocked and clocked
I fight defensively with weapons G around the clock
I spent my heat on Glocks
Rewire stock frame as I stroll through and cold drew the game
I’m a Soldier and maintain
I’m bold and cold shoulder is all you heard from this Ganja Bird
I swerve and circle with my footwork I don’t want to hurt fools
And my tool is rinsed fluid to do it yo
Gasoline Graveyard
I can’t wait to get charred like Charlie Artie
I got the hard car and star in the pump
I did my last bump of Cocaine and jumped
Something like a punk fronting was one thing
But I got these Wings yo and I fiend to blow in the field for real
So I choose you to keel
I make you kneel beneath the steel real brief
Before I master your ass and leave
I got tricks up the sleeve I have to conceive of the notion
The Potion was Magic and I’m right back at it
With the Ganja Habit
Like a rabbit I ate the cabbage and flagged down a jagged edge
I rap all crew through slew on the ledge
Everyone knows the egg at Easter so I deceased curve
At least word up
I fiend to truck on fools they duck
It’s cool like school to kill so I ill
I keep it chill
For real I seal Gangster deal and peel
MCs keel over and die
Ask why?
You fin to get eyeball as I dry up crawl the wall
I in sight with the brawl and all that it’s called for the following
I’m swallowing LSD tablets to stab at it brick the hazard
To master the track rap wizard with the blizzard
Go see my shit for it’s digits
I’m big in it
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/17/24 07:45 PM)
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Hollywood
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Smokey The Bear
He pulled one out and blew his puffs out into the air
After he inhaled
Smokey The Bear had Ganja nailed
Plus he did rails of Cocaine and Meth
But he quit that shit
Smokey The Bear
He was known for a Bomb Pot Flair
As in the rarest of form past the norm
He chewed popcorn and had all his socks warmed
Smokey The Bear
He teared it up in the red truck his luck
Was luxury extra cab space and you could taste
The flavors of his shit never laced
Smokey The Bear
He had a Smokey Habit like dag nabbit
He crabbed an addict to drugs for thugs and magic
He ransacked his sack every day
Smokey The Bear
He stared at his reflection and made the connection
Hooked up some smoke and choked
He coughed and thought
More Reefer I should have bought
Smokey The Bear
Through steez stacked in layers everyone’s a player
Stay up later and later on vacation
It was an emergency ration
You could catch him at the fire station
Smokey The Bear
They hit the maximum crowd
With masking powders
All that’s allowed is stimulants
You gotta hype amp the champ with stimulus
You fin to bust
You need martial arts training
It’s no braining it
I flaming rip the Trip apart with the heart of the hard on guard I wax it on and off the job
I slice this rib the ice it’s a slob fool who isn’t cool who spin with the tool
We gotta get rid of that
I seen fat cat with a stack who max on tracks relax
Chill and perhaps fill your caps
I dash across open space laced with broken face when I Ace
I rewind the track in case I climax
My mind relax into outer space so I’m inclined on tracks to sack up with sackage
My rap shit is tragic I’m magical
Out the hat I pull rabbit
I jab it into the skin with the saddest grin you seen in a sickening dream
I lean and licensed with the cream it seem I Green Bud Gd up
I got the Speed in the cut I feed for stuff you need enough
I beat it plus I heat it up
Redid the struck piece in the East I’m a beast
Who maxes on the cheese
Knives and I’m deceased with nine lives
I been to jail
I scare the air hole out of a whale
I set sail and bail on tracks that’s male
In fact I got the grasp on the latch for the hatch
Proceed to cook batch up
Yo I back up a bro
To stack up hydroponic
I’m gone on it on my mom’s dick
I siphon the crisp
To further do the dish
I’m workin’ on
This is my workin’ song
I burst through the dawn
With a bong and some smoke to draw in
I’m law in the practice
I back hand bitches takes practice
I track with the blacks lit I do damage
I manage to ransack the place before the cops come I’m the Ace
I about face tracks and fiend for crack
I saved a rap out the taste
To see it cut the chase we freebase
Go to waste all those brains laced now
In outer space how I damage
On the track I manage to ransack the place before the cops come I’m the Ace
I Tripped out on the bass seen it with the mace
I like this to type twitch as hype glitch in the Human Race
I need that and Speed straight stray cat
With the place back tilted I just killed it
I Trip the Psilocybin all inside the mind and I spit diamonds
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/17/24 11:27 PM)
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Hollywood
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We stone in the zone
Get the type of Gold to wipe off the old type of Gold
That strike does the mic was
Abuzz
I does a brother cussed he flushed
Proceeded out the head rush and bleeded
Bled nuff said this microphone is dead
When you got the knotty dreads
I like this my Nikes on instead of the Reebok
I Speed clock doing over the limit I just mimic
The digits frigid on the cops I sold out for blocks
I rewrite stock hits
That lock crisp
Down to jock itch
Recite nines in this blind and mixed
The kind up with the spine up
You could rewind the cut and mind but
I got the case shut
In the place to stick it taste the rhyme on the come up
We pull Gun up to sum up
All the front does is one up
And kids play with guns and numb up
To the World they grown up
To shown up and blown up
Just roll in the cut and strut a Gold duck
For bein’ nuts I release the blunts
All a kid wants is Ganja Buds
To experiment with and thug
That’s why I pull the plug
Make those dubs and rub backward
Score a sack toward the Psych ward
I’m all hype in this and bored stiff
With a crisp lift and a rolled up Spliff in this tight grip I mixed
I Ball
Root to Earth Crawl before I walk I stall in the top altitude
This rap’s true as caps blew
Like this noose loose as juice fruits on a double deuce Gang Truce
I like this play flutes to the ice in this I mic it up and twist
Mics trick the seasoned pros as the fee in the eyes grows in size
I spread my mind over blind shoulder grab the rifle colder
My wine is fold yours prime in the Soldier 9s
I Gold there so behold bare as tear out the place and old as the traces
Of blades with the shady Trip I’m thick in the mix with ripe Cannabis flowers
I shower things and tower above I smash nugs
To wipe this up plugs the dice rolled because they got mean mugs
As trouble sprung on the double we rubble the stonework
All crews jerk in work and this crew hurts to do dirt so I spoon first
To burst I just killed everyone under the Sun with a Gun
We tight sprung off the lift lung black as sacked up tracks bust
The jagged edge was made fresh to death with the steps I take to bake
My mind is like shake at the bottom of the bag I break it stab
Up the track and I’m glad I have the magazine to tight this with the dream
That hype shit come between me and the dope scene I scope crows feet
Bury the beware G fare free tight this in the air blow Weed smoke
And choke on that like this broken rap I’m smokin’ back the US Open clack
My only regret is not smoking more Crack Cocaine
It’s expensive
It’s kinda like a Trip when you light the pipe you see visuals
It’s a ritual to kick it with the crew and fire
I retire admire all those higher with Cocaine flows
I split the dime consequence of the off the fence breed it intense
From Shaolin I mastered the chapter in the factor with the Crack there
License fair I mic this stare
Type with the air on pipes I soul to soul songs on mics get blown and shown
I flip the whole row
Look out below I from the Platinum a bit I scatter
My rhymes are on the platter for bastard wear the mic in this rare
You could hype and tear but your brain’s blown
Release all no one needs to feed after a Crack Attack
The rhymes come right back
All release the powders sifted
I cold get lifted
I’m a Trippy kid I Tripped a bit and then did it again and again
I can’t say when I Tripped I skated because I got it faded
The tracks are all bladed
Hit the shade did the spray kick
Thick in the Mushrooms
Blown up as such as the Cold Crush is Heavy with the Ganja Deadly
I’m readily available
To tilt your sailboat over
Capsize all black ties in the Reefer Grower
Rhymes I show your times are polar
Like a Soldier
I get the Gold to work it
Hurt kids with my Trips I fixed the six in
I ended the Psilocybin with the ride within
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/18/24 02:53 AM)
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Hollywood
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Stats back with raps crews had it
I manage the tag as tax for bag to rag up the dragon
I got the meat wagon coming soon
I like this with the Ice Crisp I twice flipped
I does the double digit trouble spit
Back and fumble shit
The ball fall out your hands and brawl
Service to the sands that’s word up
Brands I seek demands off the lands that’s further strapped
Like gangs who hang and try to Soldier eye
I seen a bunch of fools die and don’t even try
Strap up chain up a beat
As done deal
I hit Ganja until I sold offer
It’s proper Indica Buds
We licensed like thugs
To do the tugs on the Js
We blaze
Light up it’s a new craze
Don’t sound amazed
This rap made for stacks
To take up space in the back
I place tracks in the fade to black
All I need is another big sack
Like ten pounds
No coffee grounds
I spit the rounds out from Meth
Ill to death with the crept up
Slept up
I smack that head up
Till you dead chuck the drugs
All thugs beware
We blow smoke in the air
And don’t even care about Police
We roll greased
Soldiers from the East
Ganja Buds
All steel in this to peel it back crisp
I clip the sips kids take
And make them smoke a whole J
I’m drug crazed I flip the Sun Rays
I light up blaze
With the crews in the deuces I amaze
Cause I’m ruthless
I knock you out toothless
My fruit gets wet
I school them with the tool
It isn’t cool I like this to type tip the fools
Off the news I shot him in his pay dues
Relay crews who get bumped and bruised
Get your meat lumped on snooze
We in the Jacuzzi
With the Uzi
Ready to do heat on the Street
Like too cheese
Beware of the poison breeze
And all toys in this need
A Ganja Education
I seen a kid with an afro
With mad glows
We about these flows
And wreck your shows in effect
We close it rep to chose in the step
Reflect back the bad vibes all our lives
I hit the thrive on strive on
As the knives long I smoke a bong
With the tribe gone
On Ganja and Psychedelics
I gel it just how I bell it
You could tell I flip
I need Raw Shit with Ganja licks
The saw in this sit
With the jaw drop
Fully popped with shocks on flocks
That sold in the tops sped
Rock this till you dead
You hop head
I seen a lot of Feds drop dead
When they smoke Ganja Bread
It’s like this with Soldiers
Fill em up with lead on the bold turns and twists
I liken to fish in sight with the crisp drips
On this kick it don’t stick it in a trick
A bitch left I cold slept on the floor in this War
I hit the California for the morning Star
Pull up on par with the cigar
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/18/24 11:38 AM)
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Hollywood
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Orange
Whore Carnage
Bring the bomb back with the bomb sacks
Of the Crack Cocaine
Can’t be matched let me explain
Every drug is different but Crack is the same
As the exquisite Heavenly
All the Tai Chi flow fluid
On Crack Cocaine so do it!
I run the Cocaine Business
Since my gift is in it I give it to digits I make fade away into the distance
I rip shit on my Product
I love it so much I fell in love like a hand in a glove
I can rub a fool out
Hang him by the Columbian Necktie
I handle team players on Crack
With Crack you never come back
Except for more Crack
To chill the stack is real steel feel on the peel with wheels that be all
The Crack can be Chinese Laundry
I Dawn see as the Bomb I’m G
I cut for free sew the seed of bleeding into the T ring nozzle break a bottle
Go full throttle on a fool who shot uncool in school
I wipe this off the pool with strikes that mic that up into the tool
Crack Cocaine is the rule
Crack Cocaine with the Mac 10
Armed trafficking
I laugh at the little kids with bids shooting ten speeds
I write this wreck deed and title
Homicidal thugs release plugs with drugs like Crack
A Soldier flat out hold the Gat down to around
I clowned a fool who wasn’t cool
I noodled his food up with the tool stuck in the you will kill soon enough
Instill in the killer the hundred dollar biller
Rhymes Billionaire
I bear the facts of stats I’m a player
I get any way in there
Like swimwear I show bare ass and Fast
With the task I even smoke Grass
With my Crack Cocaine flash
I fiend for the Cash
On Crack Cocaine
I’m a bowling ball in the lane I strike the pins and scuff my timberlands
I bigger than any n!@@er can scrap
With Crack Cocaine I max and relax
Chill and charge a fee tax
Just to release back into the Streets with Gats
I feed the axe with a maximum
Head rung
Your pistol make you numb when you come
So I ice up the slice up
Roll the dice up
And I bowled ball all that crawl as far as you saw the law
I Crack a jaw and rap real raw
I’m too nice in the cut to a slut
So I make her show butt
And told the Hashish dealer I was wax on wheeler
The cap peeler
In the drug game
The one thing remains is Crack Cocaine
Light these blades up
Like the way in the truck the flame just struck
Fired entire higher than the cry baby air on wear for mind is time spent
I’m bent I seek the rent I got the invent
New Crack Pipe my mic strike after I ignite
I rhyme ripe with the type of hype you can’t asswipe
I seen a dyke with a bike on psych for liking Icing
My Crack is Snow blow king around the swing set
I bleed bet as you read this pay heed it’s
In the mix for a fix my bag of tricks is tough to rinse
So I smoked Crack Cocaine ever since
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/19/24 01:37 AM)
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Crack money
All Gun under one heat
The Street
You better brush up on self defense and brush a fool off hence
I better than the letter in the set there end the development of the intelligent
I skip the metal quick to go for thick flesh
Rob you of your dress
Confess I’m blessed with cess that beam flex on each text
I check in the Crack Money for something sweet
I found it and clowned for another hit now I own it
I blown the zone in it on the phone to go prone and rifle was the tone
BANG is all I hang with gangs that bang
I got the chain up with the flame up
Yo read my name up
It’s the same stuff you playin’ with rough
Except I play back on Crack Cocaine fact is the drains in the lane
And I aim straight down for the crown to relate now
Guns I skate with POW!
I got a date for the measure fate as never late the treasure
I bait the hook to took shook Cash look
Crack Money and Gun Heat
Torture the arms flare up on Crack beware of the attack
I sign to sack the city sittin’ with the
Heat I bring the thing so I could make the gun sing
Holler for a dollar I smoke a chip and call her
Baller
She off the waller don’t install she taller pop the collar
I Soldier call your fall core was the wall to wall War
I War torn
With the born Crack Cocaine signature stack wet in the rain
I shoot dice games and claim the remains of anyone’s brains I blew out
I threw out the food route as the to do shout out
For Crack round out the sound downtown with the crown
I lit in lounge
Increase the peace now as lifted how I hit the Spliff shit
I get a riff in Trip to see the distance with flip
I exist it’s sent by the invent the heat sent
I feed for the rent to pent up
My head ducked almost struck I in luck
To beat the truck you need to get a fool with the tool
All that rule is the fuel for the you know who do that
I just scoot them over stacks with the rule the World flew back impact rap
Trapped up capped up slapped up on Crack Cocaine
What?
I was on the track so I scored a sack of Crack
And it’s like that I’m hype and come back
But not hype like the impact Speed Sack that mean Mac that read stat
I’m black fiending for Crack wheeling and dealing till it come back
Peeling paint off the ceiling the real thing is swingin’
Bringin’ the strings in
Wet the bass and taste case the place with the outer space laced
I trace the essence back to fresh entrance with the inventiveness
I bent in the spaceship the rain left
I caught a brain step
In flames crept up insane with the slept in the rain for brain
I got it with the chronic back twenty sack to smoke tack
I back the track without whack proceed to slack?
Never that I show dap and max plastic with the spastic
Speed has that but I smoke Weed like fire hazard I’m blasted
I could skate on and master tracks blades on
The way I smoke bong I prolong and sit on the John
While my King Kong penis dips in the water stronger
I short order to tape recorder for sort through court drew
Up the documents to stop you since you locked a lot of shit
I’m top with the crisp to stock that beamin’ back talkin’ Crack Cocaine
Man that’s how I scan and ran with the lunar surface of the purpose
To work this beat and white sheet clean hurt the seen and heard dream
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/19/24 03:52 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 21 minutes, 11 seconds
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Concrete Streets
Bomb beats with the long meet the song sweet hum along
Greet the bong every morning
With no warning my brain is storming
I swarm in to tore the thing
Swing like a loaded gun aim
Bring the pain
Run a train back on sway Crack Cocaine
Roll one up James with the cold cream like lightning on the team I roll steam
I fold beams up like laser guided laser siding on pistols riding fistfuls of cash
In the stash we clash with the mic wire on the higher mash retire
Fast on the Wire I dash conspire
To lift it might admire the Spliff lit I riff shit
Trip heavy duty no fruity shit here we steer clean
Of light weights on ice skates I fiend the great
Chill on a plate relate my overdose weight OZ
Of shrooms in the tombs makin’ moves lit grooves swift soothes
The truth is scoop the shoop up the root for new shit
Clue fit the stupid grip of cash
Loaded down with ashes from Magic Dragons tag these
I rap skis and Chinese Laundries I found the keys
I sight to see Soldier G
With the colder hands be folded and brand Golden ran with the sands bleed
I hope you understand me and a Ganja Tree
We get weighted
Real straight skidded slid in
A little different we rip and tip the expert at the smoking the Spliff
Extra effort that left tore it War hit
The more I lit the more in the core I split
Rewrite the heights with lights seen in a dream from the hilltop
I fill hot with the killer knots of cash
We Fast that relax will in relapse max the damage real fast magic
Tragic that hand had the damage branded we sanded down smooth
Sooth the groove I move it to the scoot and shoot root
I do it down fluid who in this flew in bits and pieces each is?
I unseat twist the Reefer mean to I lean drew on the team brew hot steam
To steam clean light this in the brightness we height of riches
Sight to clean satellite dishes I wish I had this crisp back twenty
Nothing funny with Gun Heat and beat that come off of Speed
I light up Weed so I could see it and be it
It’s the antithesis of Meth and death
Chill take a breath uphill I flex until I stress then skill resets my steps
I fill in back beats on the Streets I kill
I got the ill for the children who swept up will then bill them
It’s real feel like the meal I peel back on the sacks long
For tracks I’m gone on
I could go on and on and on about the Bomb Ganja Strong Arm
Smoke a bong and chill to this song
We fiend for Gasoline
Oh dream of the fill up
That still up the children killed in a pool of petrol
I set slow to the toe for let flow here we go again
Rewrite this when I ignite this half past ten
Only then can you enter the center and bend the henchman ventured in
I went to the spent pump for a chump to see a lump of cash
Wadded up fast my God it’s got Grass smoking by the pump toking
I’m not joking these cool kids was loc in up in smoke choke
I poked a bit and sit thinking
No one screws with it heavy drinking all the tools they fit
So I written this shit in the bit end of mend
I render assault to the adult that at fault the wall called urban sprawl
Get a fight with the fall in white stall the bright lights
I sign on a dime to see the prime cold crime for the fold I’m told
I Gold Platinum I rappin’ some atoms spun lampin’ one
I got the Gun and for fun I tore through run but serious
In the fear you jet fearless to the set drink beers in this Trip I skip
The flip side for the dip ride I seen it inside out and shout!
Out loud in the crowd I rock it down and pound out the sound for hound to bark
Shark on the mark in the water dark
All you see is fins and begins to blood red murder lurking feds hurt the thing
I Soldier sting the Gun ring with one Wing
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (01/19/24 06:43 AM)
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