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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,096
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864614 - 02/13/24 05:23 PM (3 months, 12 days ago)

I sparked a Tai Chi scene
I Green Bud lean on it
Seen the dawn and start dog as fog
Busted log as raw God
I stock the job for the bomb
I’m on Tom and Jerry
I scare people with heat who dare pull one on me
I trusted G who busted back on P
I dusted that one off and cough
Seen the boss as gleam in the cost of team

I rock this shot with the top twitch as block turns red
Bloody fed the run Street ends
I recommend the Ganja
If you could choose one herb as Word
I hit up Birds
Flipped nerves light this bright with fright with the tight grip
On murder
I hit em hurt em as burger lurk in your further
I turn your kid into hamburger fed
As edit the credit for McDonald’s Set it
The dreaded meat eater
As run down compete with flair
In the air is the DARE Program
As I jam the show slam
I roll am the hold that one like a Gun and fold Sun
In the doldrums I scold hun
Who number one unmet tendency
To bread it beat
As I beat box down the Street and shock everyone I meet

I’m Set as Set is
I lead business into the blend with witness this
Crisp in the air as flair
Careful not to tear down and wear round
They found my down style
Within a mile radius
As flames just aim into the bust that fool
As rule as tool with school
A mule brought in my Coca to smoke up

I lit it sho nuff
I Blow stuff
Off and raw soft
As I scrub a dub off lost
I tighten the gloss is to lighten
I tighten with crews as drew in the loose ends
These fruits tend to ripen like siphon offers Fast
As light then
I mic men up to head up
I said it edit back the red hit they fled bled and that’s the end
So I sent this message out as lessen the route for drought
There’s just something about Cocaine
I lock it aim
I’m always locked I came with the stock frame
Like what’s his name?
Someone same as the down crew whose Gun flew across the room
I disarm with the twist farm the fists and weapons

I straightened all law as grow Product
All
From the tear one
I drink beer to foam as clone
On jet
Bet that sweat as head up
I rapped it up
I cut the stuff
No one got enough
I just as much trust no one
As anyone with any sum
I Gun up
I trust that hum but the type I truck
I got the buck off
No love lost
As across the board floored the gas
I Fast Water and Cancer Coffee
Saw too much heat in the street
So get off me
I’m not sweet
But sweet I be breed like pastry
That’s tasty
Don’t try to lace me
I about face drink tea a craze in Asia
I mic up the stage for some flavor
I just busted a cap and that’s major
Don’t stage an Ace with grace as the case may be
I’m wasted see I’m bladed
Faded all the crews with few tattoos
I rap with crews
That back end bruise on the sackage


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/14/24 01:05 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,096
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 48 minutes, 20 seconds
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864624 - 02/13/24 11:49 PM (3 months, 12 days ago)

I remember carrying ID

Illegal Drugs
Ganja and Shrooms in a cracker box
In case the cops stopped and searched me
I hit it off the cost was HIGH
I’m fly now around
Anyone with any Gun is bound to hear the sound
Any way I play I light it
I got tight on the hill with the Golden Pill
I sight to kill in white all right
I did it at night or day
I trained
In the rain I trained
I got brain major
Hey there skater player
Find your way there
All the drugs I know I light it slow
I tight in the left
I rock it to death
I never slept since I been different from the rest
All the kids were virgins
I’m the surgeon washing and work Ganja soften since I was a little kid
I dropped college to make glass pipes

I got the Platinum
Snack fiend
With the Gat relaxed
Gun strum
Fun for one
To Gun sum
As addition I friction
Cancel that
My baseball bat
Kill acts in the back
I mix it up
The ticks stuck on shit
I rock it mix the topic
I busted cussed your ho out
Downtown
Light the Crown up
A round blew off the sound drew
Crowds back
Screaming and yelling
Some kids hit the ground
I got the hell outta there
Everyone who likes Sun
Stand at attention
I brand number one
I got the Gun
The four four
All crews went to War over it

The range of herbs
As lit as light
I light at night
Within sight I seen a crew did write
A new album
Artists travel the farthest to hit up the herb market
I dart Trip into the blue as I stew of herbal brew
All like this I take flight risk is in sight with some herbs
Word
As I flip like verb I might just have heard
Of other herbs I haven’t tried
Denied
I can’t teach you herbs I tried
I flipped a five and caught it live
I stripped a knife as mics bled
Into twice fed as dreadlocked Pothead
That said shock as white read they might instead
Turn fully red and bullet in the head
Herbals



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/14/24 05:35 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,096
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 48 minutes, 20 seconds
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864661 - 02/15/24 12:37 AM (3 months, 11 days ago)

I smoke two joints
Before a practice session
Point in question is that the flex again stress
Magic flair as dare to care about you stare fools down around town
And light right up the clowns
I serve in office now as I pop this
My dot hits the spot Trips
I Glock four four
I went to War
Straight up on tour with my Ganja more than a little
I smoke all day the riddle is is my flame a little?
No I came with the OZs as roll beef in the Street
My soul keeps chalk on exit mark as cold to peep
I rock to sleep at night
I love to light a pipe I made
Of glass in the shade pass class
Crews get sprayed up on the block
I just sit there and watch as fools run away
Peeled back pop the heart and stack!
Yes!  They run away in fact I blew fools off the map
And I just walk down the Street
I clocked the beat down
And stopped walking down the Street now
I released foul
Mouth records as check sectors for seconds
Glock’s the lesson end of session
I’m just waiting to train again
In the lane all bent up and not penned up in the cage for flavor
Psychedelic major

I’m a stoner chiller
By birth
No matter what drugs we do we iller than thugs who true to hard drugs as crew
We lightning blew all over the right wing
I slip excite ring it tight at night lift the white out
Run it down South
We been about the route of Ganja trade
As blades made it great again I inflate the price as Ice I don’t want no more
Advice is to smoke Ganja
You can Trip a lot on dot and spot the Dragon Crane clock in the flame
I shot a name up with fame BUCK!
I light this train all might ignite the brain on Psychedelic
Believe me, the Ganja is Trip too but this Trip brews the psychic ooze
I light this not like booze I flipped crews
I lit the fuse
Everyone tight as Blue Wing at night
I got it shot on sight
I don’t like to do it yo but I rule trip in two flip
Y as eye crew drip
Don’t deny if you gave the Ganja a try
I like to spit in eye
Of the liars who won’t promote the Cannabis
When they themselves use it a lot of fools abuse the Trip

Rock around the clock
You could stalks of Cannabis shock
The master skids into faster as bids that outlast
The dash into is a blast of fuel with a Ball tool as wall
I sight this as all as bright as light draw fuel
I use the Blues to right true as life I brew the stock Ganja
On top of yah I like the proper, Kind Ganja Tops
We love to smoke tops as the block taken over
Like a range rover we roll right over Soldier
As Cream as Gold your hold on the block is sold the Gun talk
How you walk means a lot
I take it light and bright as insight flew it into blue just might
Crew lift the device
I Trip on Ice
I don’t want any more Ice
I Tripped it nice and crispy
So when the fist be employed it’s life and death
Avoid the violence
I don’t mow people down with Crown
I Soldier found the dot on the ground
We cop Ganja by the pound around the block doctor of the lounge
I like this party as type to twist the Reefer
All teacher is the key to feature martial freak your art fully
No bullies on the block who pull heat


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/15/24 10:37 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864693 - 02/15/24 03:10 PM (3 months, 10 days ago)

Cocaine Sunburst
We seen a Tech jerk as guns lurk in the Park
In the Park you could score a Crack Rock
As black chalk I raw as flack saw the draw and claws
I ripped it to Trip it law
Saw the Mac-10 saw as relax then gone in the head
As bomb said the Feds you long on meds
I tight this right with the bled in flight I insight relight the Crack Pipe
I flipped it hype rush as seen as hush flush the rock it like socket
I beat box flip the stock tip
I mock try to fly as Eye hit the mind for wheel as seal
I need to smoke a great deal of Crack
Intact with a fat sack we relax chill on tracks with Cannabis
Smoke a few rocks a day as rinse the walk this way
Stalks to slay anyone any day with Gun that spray
I mic this up type to twist ripe cut
As Ice but this hype is wipe off
I just as much busted the track dusted off taxes relax in the back
Chill on tracks as bill to the max as kill done on wax
For stacks
I refill sacks and attack back as intact Gun run from the ask for a mil
Of bills to chill on tracks and kill the relapse

Cocaine is Trippy.  It's kind of Psychedelic.  Not like Pot.  It's kind of Psychedelic.  It's shit!

I got the Glock locked
Chill and lock it tracks
Bomb through the Projects
As I ill I release the bomb back until
I go dig through the backwoods
As sack hoods
Up to facts Goods
Moved like packs stood as backhand
Off the land to make grands
Cycle through fans got big plans
Release the scan as man damn!
I got the rifle ill and type to kill not
I bust a fill shot at until I for real peel
I seal the deal wield any weapon to step through been
Checkin’ crews that left you with a bruise
Bump and stump every MC Chump who catch lumps
I seen this once and that’s enough
To rap raw struck as back come the law to sack up some Straw
Reefer
We love to get stoned our teacher cloned around the land understand?
This is like a fashion brand trend that send that transcend comprehension
By mortal man
I seek the Gold inside the jam as old plan the sand to unload
On you ran
You get the ban I run the underhand as bland
Food that Buddhists eat
I run the Streets and set off track meets with the pistol shot
You deceased without a lot of Pot the lock greased
With the rap beast max a spot that tack the saw product rock you shut
To sleep catch a peep and bust it Bleep
I come within reach grab you and ran through the technique
To apprehend
These Tai Chi raps I recommend or else you beat meat with the Gun

I’m the High Man
I get into a jam
And wave and brave
The land stained red
As command hated
Dated the Gold Plated faded
Through that raided and fated
For erase chase as face
Dot that taste as it makes or breaks
Seen as fakes on flakes
This rap takes place in Space with Ace
I title to rival all survival
The homicidal to take flight all
I shock the mind pull up
And duck the height fully struck out
And bucked down with a round from a Gun


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/16/24 01:52 AM)

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Hollywood
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Posts: 2,096
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 48 minutes, 20 seconds
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864701 - 02/16/24 02:17 AM (3 months, 10 days ago)

Primal Root
Stand like a stake
Relax and shake out the tension you take
Time to reach the ascension
Into the crew who do root
Shoot up the place until you face martial
I seen a car full of kids with guns
Just run by with no number
Why?
I seen a slumber in the mind as Y as 9
I flipped it try to dip it
Skip it hop the hip hop
Trip take a shot at the hit
It’s
Got to stop and drip drop
Flip flop
All tick tock of the clock means the shock is wearing off
I’m staring cough
The glare in the air is a flair of write this down dare as white now
I scare kids in flight and that’s how I write rhymes

Greased lightning bolts on hold
Cold as dead Winter
Sold at the entrance to the lens clear
As dead near the head of the river
Shivering
I been seen done that cream gun clack as figuring how to get a sack
Of the Indo Buds
I release thugs to do drugs
I light this in tight to fight with
I sight the grip of money flip that honey
I spun with Gun Heat
On the Street you can’t compete with my fleet
This track meet set off by pistol fired in the air
A Yo!  Don’t come near the glow
As friend or foe pull up slow
In the car looking hard as on guard
I Trip a shard
I sing like bard
Some feel darned Trippy
All mince meat
Run the heat of the beat
As the Gun reach you
All release crew as whack as see through
Gone black as night disease drew in tight
The bleeding
While receding
I cheese Wing and flee the Kingdom
I ring Gun the Weed like the Sun
As I come from under the Earth
And tight as worth the flight to search for Mike Neidlinger

Cancer
Act back as answer
Can’t match that dancer
As span the Earth
Fans of thirst
For the worth
As Thug hurt
The Gun jerk
Into this Earth
You head back all red
Dead in the act
Spread from bullet
Gat
That maximum
Sum as number from
The run the fullest
I pulled a hit on a kid
Who dropped Acid
Flask lid the task
I mastered it has to Fast plastic
Tag the bag
And magic has it magazine
Dream load the Cream
Into the seam
I done with Gun beam
As rung hum this
With one lift
I’m done with the Spliff
Ash it as tragic
Snag with the rag as a bag of Cannabis


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/16/24 03:43 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864706 - 02/16/24 03:59 AM (3 months, 10 days ago)

The Ganja gave me telepathy
All dead past the Street and crept and creep
Martially
I heart full of bleeding blood
From a thug with a drug done to such as plug that one with a Gun
That’s the sum
All license come from the Ice and this is the Methamphetamine
Rock it to the T as shock with the G
I stop hit the clock with the rock the Spliff
I mock the stupid trick who written that hit
Flip and a stick of Grass lift
The task I ripped it off class
To dip dash and slip
All clasp into the grip
I pull up fix that
Been back as ring rap
I fin to attack
With maximum force of course with no remorse
I seen it from the source as you course through
All raps blue as caps drew the facts out
As map down and town around that
I’m around the fountain
With Water count the slaughter as a mountain of martyrs
I charter with the part time blur
It occurred that the serve was all this swerve
I locked the nerve

Cash Money
Is your God
Nothing funny you do the job
Like a cog turning on the job learned in a split second
To check it I infect the sector
Measure that
Red core as rap dead doornail intact
Rhymes I’m strapped on
The tack gone for wax
As I relax
I fill caps
Bill the max
I acts up as black struck the attack truck as Mack
Flip the light switch and lift the latch
Rhyme perhaps as flask of Hashish Oil
Raps rhyme Royal as spoiled
I toiled away all day
As like as a Sun Ray to the night as done bright
No delay this Gun Fight
Come tight
We ignite
Flights taken
Into the made men
I blade end the fade
I relayed all that played out
As rain down bullets the fullest
I pull hits of kids with full Trip
Run with a full clip
And my Gun on my hip

The crew sold Kilo bricks of Cocaine
And rolled slow pain
All jolt relax and told the whole name
To the same main man as the canister
Of the ran it burn
Turn into Crack earn the sack
As churn out the fact is that the strap you mean business with it
I witness the gift as the Trip like to flip a Gun on a bike
I run the hype down the mic wire tonight
I seen the higher budget admire mug it with the tight
Thug hit I drug it
Plug it back and snub the whole act that done get
No stacks as facts as max with the Golden Tracks as Black
I roll backwards I hit it Fast turned the last burn
You get the turn step learned threat
I earn and that’s bet as they churn
Everyone with any Gun that anything come from any drug
In Wu Tang is Thug and stang
I run your Gang back as the max
I shot that Streets hot that I walk on
As talk gone through the flock long
You wrong
So I write a song about bong hits
And flips high trips of Cash
Turn to ash in the past is the full tilt Master
Of Coca
Has to be G


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/16/24 05:08 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864711 - 02/16/24 06:31 AM (3 months, 10 days ago)

Crews fiend for the sack and drew back
About to hit the spot to pick up Pot
They shot someone to get with Gun threat like a Tech 9
All bled lines defines the step inclined to rep as blind
Reflex rewind the stress is next in the test with hex
I back step as red met the head up to dead up the threat
I Set as met the Feds as bled as intend to spend a day on the Ray
Of Sun that come from one Gun I hum someone from the Gang as rang
On the Trip as sip as flip they dip into skip the heat flip the beat
On the Street you could compete with fleet if you grease and deceased
I fed the beast as intend to crease the sheets as metal in the kettle
Everyone settle for less like stress I digress and heat X of the specs
Each flex as weed come next the heat drew all flee the crew
I got the need to brew up Speed to fuel the heat I shock it keep
The stock poppin’ like cotton candy flock in the ran Street
Everyone needs to eat so we see it as G hit the be that cat and plea for raps
To exceed the maps as the tax keep for tracks to come back I stack
Ganja


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864721 - 02/16/24 02:51 PM (3 months, 9 days ago)

Oh, the Green Muse, a plant divine,
With leaves so verdant, a treasure to find,
Her fragrance wafts upon the air,
A scent so sweet, beyond compare.

Her leaves, like emerald fans unfurled,
Inviting me to explore her world,
Her flowers glisten with crystals bright,
A dazzling display, a stunning sight.

Her colors shift from green to gold,
A masterpiece, a story to be told,
She sparks my creativity, sets me free,
A muse that ignites my reverie.

Her effects take me on a flight,
To realms unknown, a soaring height,
In her embrace, I find peace and calm,
A gentle balm, a healing balm.

The Green Muse, a gift from nature’s hand,
A treasure found across the land,
Her magic, ancient, her power true,
A muse for me, a muse for you.

So let us celebrate this gift so rare,
With reverence, respect, and care,
The Green Muse, a muse of inspiration,
A source of joy and pure elation.

:happyweed:

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Re: poem [Re: Versicolour]
    #864760 - 02/17/24 01:32 PM (3 months, 9 days ago)

The Cold Blue Dragon
Is in the bag with flag
That’s saggin’
Jagged has the damage that blade manages
Gun sprayed all over advantages
Man!
I ran this bid with slid into hidden technique
To speak of freak this
Peep this and creep on it
Dog gone it I lone to sweat the bullets jet
All over pull it murder threat that fully hit up the specs
Damages reps that back in the Set reflex hit
Done some with one Gun split the scene on the team
Cream is the dream of everyone
Everyone wants sums that’s melody hummed
Back steadily I head will peak and unseat
The medical discharge at large
I flipped it hard and got scarred
Back barred from the Dragon
As I’m staggering back bend the sackage
That never end blended herbs package
I recommend studying medicine
Traditional Chinese Medicine

The cancerous spread
Of the lyrical A type dead
Grade A as blade say
The like in this blood spray
Murder anyway
I flipped them daylight
To steel in the fight I peel Soldiers right and left
It comes down to death and who’s left
Solder crept
I fully respect a Soldier so I cut off his head
Drastic
With the plastic red
Head heat up and dread that said fact
I meant rap to be like a strap Gat impact
The fiend to blow stacks
As dream to roll caps
I bleed to the fullest
I don’t pull triggers unless it figures
I dig digger
Swigger swigger Swag took a Swig off the Water bottle I did
Full throttle now
All seen this fiend in crisp like POW!
We all need this martial art
It sets us apart free the darts
On the medical charts

I compound
On the ground
In the lounge
We smokin’ the Reefer Now
As I roll around I roll steady
Head Trip the flashback as kick
The static rip off the gats like magic
I flipped it had it gripped
Tight skip the flight to dip in tight
I mix it might inhibit
All that’s frigid cold
And blizzard bold as hidden
Sold that Herb like verbs to lethal birds
I been in the sack and learned my facts as served the back damage tracks
I fold it hat to cold did it
I soul of the limit
Bold and I clock the digits
I rock as I live it
They flock into the crew for the been hit like brew back as screw tracks
All fluid with the stacks to do it
That’s why we rule and make it shake it
Bake it up to break it off
All my homies are soft
Cold Blue Dragons


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/17/24 02:15 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864761 - 02/17/24 02:39 PM (3 months, 9 days ago)

I served a Mushroom
Off Gong Fu
All blew heads back in the past
That read it Fast the medicine on Water
It won’t get you in but it’s a start to heart
All bled apart from the edit that head as smart
To leaded fed that
Credit back as head Tripped the Gat was in the lap
I got that sack
I treasure map
As they incredible facts I read it pull up the head and cap
I spread it edibles
I bet it pull up as struck
Licensed with Ice and I got a lot of drugs
But Mushrooms pull plugs on the bunch soon
As Gun Shot Wound as top spoon
I clock new Moon as stew in the ruins
All fluid I shock it do it
Cop it to rock it screw kids up and flock to the music
All the talk isn’t new shit
I discovered the medicinal effects in the mid 1990s

I flashback to Mushrooms and Cannabis
When I see a hit I flash it off
I’m raw saw as the law around
I split a round between the ground and your legs
So you don’t peg leg
I split a keg with the beggar
Lift this major
I trigger danger as stranger
Hit the Pager for flavor
I think back to tracks where I was Strapped
On wax
Brought it back track to the head
Facts that blood red
I damage dead
Tracks that head up the lead said that
I Credit Methamphetamine
With a dream I shock lean on draw maps to Cream as law sat back
Intact with impact I laced the facts with Straps up
I don’t lack such as bust back once
As your maximum you dunked in blood
Chuckle
Uh Huh
I seen Gangster crews buckle under the lucky moon
As someone assume I shock the room
I hit the BOOM!
Don’t invite mushroom too soon
Deadhead as spoon fed
All the Crews turn red on exposure
With this disclosure

I respect that

On your head the hat
Just you get checked black as rap drawn from the gone
Ego loss
And I cross up to loss from the Gun Trip
I write this thick in heights with Drips Brains
All like this remains blood stains
We see Ego Shift people complain about the lane drift as skipped
Hip to the mushroom as custom
For all to bust one with one Gun
Cannon off the BLAM!
And Sun damage from the land of Drugs companions with slugs
I ran the thugs down from downtown
All I wear the crown as subject now with a frown to let you round
My ground I compound as I bound to be
I Trip as thick as the canopy in Vietnam
Soldiers breed so calm as under panic attack and ran it back
A fat sack of Mushrooms is in order I hit the record button
As I strut from the guts then
I rough to expend the duck screws tremendous with self defense skills
As fill as bill to kill
Children sealed in the entrance with spent shells
Ring Bells from hell you could tell



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/17/24 06:22 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864767 - 02/17/24 08:14 PM (3 months, 8 days ago)

I saw a dream
With a Peyote Button streaming live with no jive on the mic I’m like
I need Peyote type of vision
Speedy all need Trees to bleed Eyes Free as diet
I ski a riot caused on pause
I flipped it clause
Get lifted on the Trip skip the dip
I clock Peyote
As shock antidote key
I lonely with my own Chi
I split a phone to be
Home to see an old friendly face of the Ace on Trip
Seen a mind slip into blind from shots and Guns and Knives
I got it thrive
I bullet
The fullest with the pull it
All halt!
It’s all your fault I threw salt over my shoulder
Vault over the Soldier
As cold as tour from War
The Peyote is Medicinal for all types of Spirits still
Into the near Crystal Clear Water
I got the sawed off shotgun for the report of a hot one as in court
I flipped it retort
For War victims

Pops
Release locks
That hold you down on concrete blocks
I rock Streets with Street Talk
Slang I hang
I write the name in the wet cement
I be bent rent out space to blow glass in your face with Cannabis
I ran it since I owned shop
And copped a lot of Pot before and after I mastered
I light Shrooms you hasta
To see the Mountain Stream Vistas
I release cheese like breeze I ease in the skis so Please
Do me this favor
See yah later
You need to date yourself
Your health is on thin ice on the shelf with it twice
In stealth I seen you bell and dwell in the hell with the repellant
I sell it
To hell with it
I fit
The type lit
I’m miked up on sticks that hype but I got the Psychedelic Magic Trips
I flip on bikes in the Country
Back Roads as I jack up shows and even the back rows
I flip foes
On the toes there
You closed from the air as I scare people
They evil and want to bleed crews all see through I feed the truest
The new hits on Wings I soon to Trip with the Blue Bruise Psilocybin Shrooms

I just pitched a Fast Ball
For the Platinum Connect in Full Effect like Graffiti scrawl
All brawls infect crews who lack the Water Impact
I seen tracks that float
All Ghost I lit them wrote this system is crisp in
The game glisten
What’s the name?
I fist in the twist with sin
I begin to spin and then
Just then might send a lyrical blend of thugs and drugs off the end
I soften just as the cost went up
It’s such as that you don’t want this like Gun risk the bullet
All triggers
Figure that as bigger rap that’s bigger
I hit yours off scores I written poor from the cure
Facts endure while lack evaporate
On the date today I late to spray my AK-47
I render them dead at the scene with Mushrooms
I busted one as customs came and rushed in
I said yo!  I got Cannabis, Mushrooms and Peyote
So how you know these?
I wrote a lot on Trees Ganja Herb breeds Peace
I lit the Gun in the East for topic crease as I shock twitch
You get rotten since I shot one in the rinse
I plot some stock hum on from that a baseball bat to the face
Man I love my Ace!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864778 - 02/17/24 11:55 PM (3 months, 8 days ago)

Record Labels
Know I’m unstable element
Like Psychedelic
I Heat
Bust a Street Thug for writing rub off as lightning lost from the lost cause
As laws are broken
Spoken in the soak in
With the Ocean current I serve it
I could murder it
Get further with hits that burned you to a crisp
It’s like this I exist I write this the slightest bit of resistance is listed
I’m twisted
Some mixed with the Spliff
I write a lift as greased Trip
I ceased to flip when I rhyme hip as time is a slip away state of the make or break
I fit to take Peyote
I Tripped it wrote it low key
As hopefully
In the church I light it first I right hit the slice of the pie as thunder cry from the sky
I wonder why no one has heard of murder in the Street Gang further
As heat rang
Hamburger
I server hit the verb your word up
I serve cuts as burned punks and chumps
As dump heat on the Street as function compete with
Peace!

Meth makes the CRACK!
Bang you back out the back end cleansed
As you lock with no work to see a head burst
It’s ill rehearsed I shocked jerks
I spot the search as pops go and stop
Hip with this I Tripped it too
I’m Blue
I light insight into ignite
I love the Reefer bright Sun Corona
All shown all over the phone as it blown
Meth is spectacular
Like Dracula you at night
I frighten at night to fight in skid kids off the ends
I bend light still as I chill
I know some herbs that verb as word you heard of
I burned such as earned such as turned
The key in the ignition
All position I’m on a mission
I shock them into submission
Lock the tradition in
Of the Ice Cap after Ganja Acts of Martial Raps
Dragon Dance
Give it a chance you get advanced
I love to heat up the lance and demand the best
Herb as Word Up
I want to grow and show on the flowering tops of Ganja
As my spirit plant in the Gray
Shows me the way

Chalk spot the dot
On to martial top as shot at
Rock back as saw acts relaxed on tracks with sacks of Ganja
All on
I roll on to bold song
Hold it strong in the folds and creases
While I release these on the Trees
I fee
To Gun bind as seen of the kind to rewind
I split a dime and rob the criminal
Minimal for residual damage can’t manage baggage back and sink the ink
On the blot was for shot to plot on Pot I smoked a lot
I’m a lucky kid I Soldier bid the hold your lid of Grass
Fiend for the task as War has come and passed
I got that master for the facts torn as worn in the unborn
To floor one I roar with the Gun like sore thumb I stick out
Run a risk route as doubt to shout about the out
I’m down like downtown I leak the crown as shot around
For pounds of Pot you stop
I seen a kid shot and forgot about the onslaught as he taught
By Ganja
Mother of that bomb there in the air with the tears roll out the eye
As diet try it I fly it
I spy a lift in the line to sift through time
I clock a dime
As Guns blind I shot it shine to flip for mind to sing and sign off


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #864850 - 02/19/24 07:30 PM (3 months, 6 days ago)

Flowing Waters
With pools of candy canes
Sorted later explain the call to aim up in the brain
I light this tight
I mic up the flight as dice rolled
Soul controlled to fit the pole I train with
It takes the brain Trip to clear the lane lick
To explain the candy canes takes it flame the whips
I sit and stain in the blood in the game to twist up Reefer is a teacher
Unseat from the core I knew it since the War
Hit the floor
I ripped it off tore as I sipped
Tea and they flee
All like this mind be
Drug under a rug with a thug
Meth is so guilty I’m filthy with the blood of the chill G
I walk on stilts for real as peel that ball
All is all and I slice this like brawl
The mic’s lit I rolled dice and quit
I like the fit of Ganja
If you have the Trip and the Vision
You can see on the Hashish
Or spice with some Kief make it a leaf to roll up a Reefer
As heat blur your seat you reach back for a Gat
You find one and like blind numb
I seen a snake tongue on the bake and it hum
We got Sun to take a cake and bake it
They come and ate it yo
All blades like a death blow as Ace of Spades
On death row with candy canes that make you glow

I seen a lot on a Street Tech
Proceeded by a Green Ganja Blood Piece
I’m the chief of the Reefer
I bust Techs yo bleep that step as crept up
Some slept such as they head busted
Thrusted back with knives and lives and Guns and blind this fool
Rewind that cool
I take up a fool on a spool of wire cool call I get higher
I’m not a liar I lit on fire and mic up the rise burn
As Eyes churn on the Set
I seen a Psychedelic reflex as heat ejects each shell
As bell I sell
Makes the mellow
We jello
Hello!
I tell you slow as Bell Toll
All hell hole of the melt it cold as heartfelt
I belt out the rhymes as dealt
Makes MCs tell their crew
All punk ass drew that lump fast as brew
I Gong Fu
Right true to exist as a fist a weapon to check in
I stretch thin the brawl as all follow hollow
I Ball slow as called maul bro and chalk up bodies
Cash in all the hotties as sluts and shot heat up the Street
Glock you some meet and ad hoc split the Reefer between
Something Green I seen as a little kid I did
Like this bid I mic up the lid of Grass and Fast Water

We grew up
To blew up
All crew cut in the tunes strut
And Gun Down Rounds licked off by the cost that
Subatomic act as brought back
I speaker bleed your sound as rounds shot off clack
The ground is soft on the Grass
I light this Fast I don’t bite lyrics
I got my stash
Then stash again
I got the Ganja lenses
As the cycle never ends it’s
Thugs pull one out and spend a blood red
Cane as hook as shook
Look the Gem peer into the ends
I sear all my friends
I shock with bent
Topic dead on it
Arrival I thrive to pull out Bible
I bust a Tribal rhythm
Liable to be imprisoned
I got the attrition rap position
That seen the 6 in the beam as Cream write it up listen
I from the stitch and I cluck
Buck back as stuck in rap
Don’t mean to talk Gats
But Gats come from the one sum
Of birds gone numb
All the Soldiers hum that
As I brought the Gun back
Straight thump you rap that’s Ganja sack’s impact
On the strap leaded as breaded up
Fed you good too


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #864853 - 02/20/24 01:04 AM (3 months, 6 days ago)

Ice 9
The planet’s wine

I spit a dime sack
And run back the whole track
Middle with the whack
Riddle
Fiddle with the hit you’ll pull
Like sitting bull
Indian skull
I busted null
I write the flight as dull pain
Release the blood drain
Into the floor as insane
Galore come claim like you lure
Into spread wound up deadhead
Seek the medic freak as beats tend to heat
Like this sweet?
You too nice to compete the fleet rocks this Glocks spit
I hype to lock with
The stock
Drop that Gat
I hum right back
As a stack I max equation
Station in the cape I fitted grey alien
All sail in
You pale by comparison
With the stare and grin license
I spit it too nice and I written twice
Wiff that
As head splattered all over by the batter
I seen the data cream in command
To brand
As I cycle the flag you hang
For your Gang to stang

We’re looking for Cocaine Thugs
A lot of drugs went up in smoke
In the Hollywood Hills
Cocaine provokes guitar riffs
Spliffs to chase it
Lace it to the taste bent sent that
All etch cats with bled into the speaker weaker
I sit with teacher as the beaker bubbles
We got Meth it causes trouble
On the double we reflex huddle
Into intense Coca rub you off
I lost a lot of crossed up drugs as cost
I flip the boss off the awesome sauce when

I’m broken soak end the soap just went on a rope to depend
On broke Hollywood artists
I seen the farthest out
And without a doubt
They had all seen a Coca route
I blown one out I stoned no doubt
I scream and shout had to about face the taste
I Set right in the face as laced
Tight Ace
I clock outer space as I make America great
I white out based from the torch as heights round did scorch
I spit the forest for the floor litter
Get wit yah and picture that
A fat cat spitting Gats Mac-10s
All hype as I recommend the flight

I’m a thug
Code name Problem
You got a Drug I solve with to revolve hits around
I sunk the sound on downs
Trips light up flips as I sips Barbiturates
I skip through dip true as lit brew
All cycle flew into hype
While I check my wind pipe and mic up strikes
A Thug like Hendrix likes his Reds with wine
I suffer mine as Soldier inclined to fold yours nicks and dimes
I spot a rhyme to climb up
My mind struck you with diamond
I recline in it to spin
Buy a ticket you within the spit limit
I got the digits on a flock to inhibit
On my jock I got the ribbit
Frog hip hop and I claw at the law for a jaw buster
Lackluster I type to thrust at your hips and dips make a switch
In the mix I seen Barbiturate fiends
Like this I mic twist up the seem of the cut
That dream to chill blood spill the team they will make Cream
No matter what the lean
We rich now and Soldier gleam
As I proceed to drink heavy and run Water ride in my Chevy


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864854 - 02/20/24 02:33 AM (3 months, 6 days ago)

All screws Yo
All a Dollar Bill Bleeds is Blue strewn all over the room
We drink to the new moon
As black night then we light
Water
I caught the order up
I sorta struck the lightning bolt back as jolt
Fantastic Volts
With the Soul Twisted
We seen it missed it picturesque
Fit for steps to take as rake in more for War
I split the core as lit through whore
All mean as born on the team to Soar on Sativa smoking Green Believe yah
I burn Ganja all in sight as wrong check in flight with lights lit
That’s it yo
We Psychedelic as Platinum and Gold and I sell it
I infect the stellar unintelligible lyrics make me eligible
For fear slips up the incredible edible
My mic makes it medical hype that thread I pull on sight
I let the fight run out the clock ticks
As stop watch fits in the time I take I glisten with bake on Cannabis
I ran it Thug as the all-Drug squadron
On top of soft ten with so many lenses
They lenses bled into intend to strike it dead
Deadhead with the Meds I clack for credit to Set it with
Water Trip
Try a Psilocybin inside you thrive and win Diamonds

We got the locked down
Crown Pistola glaring round the holster wearing
Staring down blaring rounds at the found title
I idol I thrive pull up the heights fall as white wall
I seen it sprawl to fiend in it draw
All lead long the song switches to bong hits and I’m crisp
I top the list of the flight risk to sight six in the tight mix
I rob right arms and barn raise as the farm pays
Ganja blades in the stay put
All put away shook
As the rains came
Washed it straight down the drain
Lost it on claim Set
The game is a threat to the blood stain sweat
I just aim up in this rep and I can knock out title all homicidal
I mind to pull a fully
I skull heat out the beat with both feet running
I’m gunning with the Sun and I’m from the land stunning
All the battle of the bands
I got grands
Over the table taxed and stay stable on wax
I got the fat cables and the way I bell renders me able to sell
I fell into the charm of the yarn spun
As alarm rung I got tarnished
Harm gets the sweats top the Set as crept in slept
That’s the lesson of the day to get paid and not bladed up
Faded in the cut

Smokin’ Haze Venom
I caught the 7 stretch infect with steps to take later skater
I flip all your trade fair
I blade wear down the ray of Sundown in town to light this round
I slipped the ground up Earthquake
Bake
Smoke Ganja and drop Psychedelics all pain ignite into flame
Like this I’m right with it to drip it brain
I cash in on the name
I got game
I write them and polite politic and height wallet thick
I just sight on strong to lick it stamp it quick it tamper with it
Strengthen the hit of dank then I split
I stank of the extra crispy fifty sacks that Thrifty tax that
Scratch back bastard with the caps forward
I tore with it
Stretch limo exit the kinfolk who been smoked out
I go the rounds to throw down with
I found spit in my shit and kicked it
I stick with the sticks I got lift my product is raw cut
I straw tuck that braw
I want it all so I follow all hollow roads led down to phone calls to 911
I’m licensed with the Gun for the sum
I take it and run
I bake it like in mistake hit the bacon makin’?
No way in this I shapeshift the Trip and Lift
All Holy smoke the Spliff
With the team beam on the extra Cream we take steps to reinfect
No Stress
With the Ganja we blessed


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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    #864855 - 02/20/24 04:46 AM (3 months, 6 days ago)

I’m a top biller
Shroomer Killer loom over tomb yours
As it rains it pours on shores tidal waves crash and you born
I wipe this tight with the stripe quick as mic mix up
I stick up the wicks but I strip cause I been blood
As scheme on team lean that back and flow black
I beam and on that rap act as we gleam we shot it to seem
Odd job like robbed of the good stuff bobbed and weaved
I shock the sheet I rock it to sleep on topic sweet
Don’t mock me I’m impossibly rock solid debris
From the wallet people call it they flee as I ball hit
I locked a lot of Speed and lit up the heavy Shrooms
As title makes me BOOM as I step in the room
I white ass and high to the last end of rope scope means I’m dope
I provoke to coat it float it toasted
All the woke kids toke on this I suppose they Trip
Like Ghost I flip
I zip up tracks with Macs stun with Gats hum that wax from
The back end of spectrum the section lit as I’m thick in it
I win it it’s not a gimmick the Martial Art the limit
I’m prohibited as I been trick the Street
A type to flow heat to the drum beat
I make it shake it and repeat as there’s no fakin’ it
It’s a mistake to hit me you signed off the G
I rhyme and cold bleed it’s the design I proceed
To hit wine and define the mind’s seed on the vine
I come from behind to stun with the sign of the diamond recline and you find it

The hypest on White Out
P rules as tools skid in use
Flew in with the true as begin
To stew in
I ruins of men
I drew into my lungs the sacred smoke I choked
Lit it rose out
To the smoke house
Where we all chill and fill
I kill to relay as Speed Spray all day and night
I seen it the tight and beam lit like light
Man that shit isn’t right
I laughed and hit up a Ganja Stash for the flavor to last
Speed is burn out Fast as bleed heats
I receded and indeed did the Ganja intend to bomb and straight
Weight sacks up the max is an eighth a day
As I Sun Ray
My title turns Gray
I white as the flight carrier mic up this air of yours
Like Wars
I ripe for scores of mics to tore real hype
So I ignore all the Meth in sight
I seen drugs might bleed once I thrive
I get it live
I been on the skid the song big Bong Hits
My song it flips the bird as word the split in the is verb
I strike a nerve as I constantly serve game
All light up in flame
I’m tight with my game one in the same
Wu Tang is my Set as my Set I Claim

I made a pipe
Then smoked a bong hit
Repeat and shit sheets
Off the Streets
My pipes reek of Ganja Resin
I infected from Heaven with the splendid
Then read the beans I got
Teams got shot up over some Pot
And microdot LSD
A Tree fiend
I got Cream
As I ski right in to begin
With no snow below I patrol
All rock and this roll
All Gold Soul
We going Platinum
I scatter some Magic Dragon
I bag in
The tag on the end of the bench
My tag is Weed One catch the stench
Of the Dank Herb
I light up word
I sight seen the bird
Just might merge into traffic
My back lift up the graphic
I sack twist up the Js and don’t play


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/20/24 05:45 AM)

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    #864862 - 02/20/24 06:21 AM (3 months, 6 days ago)

When the Hawk returns
I burn with the roach clip all the way down
I get to wear the Crown
So I rock it now and then to the end of the days I spend
In hard labor
Catching flavor
Sit in the kitchen
Spittin’ rhymes gettin’ the vibes high
I split a pizza pie
With my homie
We get stoned key up and freeze
Aqueduct all polluted as struck   
Gong Fu did that
I fiend for fat cat
But no Speed this time
I twist minds and blindness
Hit the rewind on the cassette tape
I busted the cape out
Superman as I slam
Tight in the jam
I program
The beat to back beat with the bass in the drum
I hum along sung the song
Smoke a bong hit
Throw my hands and land
Everyone in the gang wants to hang
So I rang with the heater

Online
We too Kind Bud reclined
Slashed a mind up to rewind cut
I stick from behind get around your blind spot
Dot
I could Pop easy
But I breeze be around on Trees seize
The keys and light up yes indeed
We hit it spit it
Flavor major like life saver
I brave the lyrics fade yours for clearance
I set it steer it
Into a beer sandwich
Damage I caught the baggage
I’m on razor edge
Sharp like a wedge into the drew back Gong Fu rap
I mean to tap toes with flows

Yo here it goes
We light it in rows
Light up to see who folds and who rolls
I got control the Tech I bet I spectacular
When my grammar infect the four
Settle score and bet on War on the poor
And the store sells for more and more

Juice the milk out of the bilk
I killed it there and flipped hat
Right and exact

Hashish
Dry sifted trichomes pressed into bricks explodes
On today’s Cannabis Scene
Like a dream I dry screen mine on lean for keys
To bleed is to proceed I clock it to stop at all the way rain came
I’m starting to light up in flame!
What’s my name?
I got brain back in the day when I was a little kid
I hit up bids now
As seen as crew how that drew back and screwed in rap
Proceed to flow cap all below heel toe
Real roll on glow for show strong to blow up gone from the bomb
It’s like that with the Hashish
I planned to teach that to you with the feel true like peel that
I steel rap wield the caps I read all acts of yours concealed
I drink tea softly
I cost a lot to speed so I read a magazine clip into drip
I seen a fiend slip up so I risk cut and shit shut in the game
As bitch but I stuck that back in they claim Set
Remain sweat that master tense as the flex
On Stress I rock the under duress club in Test
Someone knocked sweat off the lead bust
Head just rusted and dust at it
I stab magic magnificent splendid
All head hit the concrete off a bomb ass Raw Hashish Beat
Smoked as a treat or eaten come sweeten
You meet new friends and make ends in the Party Scene
With the party price makes party device I splash on ice
Magnificent!

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    #864875 - 02/20/24 08:14 AM (3 months, 6 days ago)

Spontaneous Combustion
A legend of Santa
Catch a Phantom as rancid as dead skid off
The hands off the cost to be boss
Light this floss
Tight whiten the stripes I wipe the swipe off
I done loft high in the eye as I try to fly blind
I know the recipe rewind they blessed be
In keys with cheese in these knees weak
In Greece they got the Golden Fleece
In Greece I tight ski
All smoke Weed
Proceed on each Island to style in profile smile with
The file been 13
Reduced to Cream as I surge through your whole team
I’m title as beam
Washed them gleam
Got tacks to screw Chi in
I reverberate and reinvent the sent then end that
This or kiss ass to fiend to blow gasket
Off the task flipped
The lightning strip
Gun on the hip I come thick
Like lightning quick
Strict with the dip
In the pool you fool
You shoot pool
And light up school
Everything you do is fluid

Blues
Train runs past midnight
One train in sight
Pass that insight over here
I smoke it steer my car over to the Yard
To catch hard for a shard of Crystal Meth
I bleed to death in the chest when I smoke it
I broken in
There’s no hope and then I dilate
I fly straight
Straight past 8 to 9
On the rewind I could hear a Gun find that Gat and signed and scattered
Matter of fact like they Saturn rings around
All cringe when they down
I flipped it now
The bird and word I split a verb up the middle
Get hot a little
I talk birds
My Ganja bird was so fat I had a tack
I maxed OG
So lonely I phone the bees to buzz
Like this cuz wipe it does down
For the town to rock around
I lit the Pounds of Herb
We made hash oil
It boils with the flame
All the name I exclaim
No more Meth
No more pain
But I still stay up late

Electric Streets
I run through like track meets
I stop at cleats
I dusted top to flow Pop
I show stop
Glow white hot as I shot to the top
I smoked the Glock
Focused on Pot now my hope is to smoke some again one day
As Sun Ray come in fade to warm light
I sight a Pothead right as stop dead in your tracks
Your tracks come back on a sack
I light it then pass it right back around so everyone found
The lounge
Hit the couch bound
I got a Quarter Pound of this Indica
I been in the sack and I lay on my side in the ride
I tied up the fly struck
My mind fucked off the behind bust that
We need Sativa and blind match to be yah
Stash to ash
Fiend for Cash or you could feed to the dash in the land
I brand
Sight to sand as canned act branded black as max
I high stacks light wax up but I back buck in the truck
I too much
I such as Grow pot and tuck a Gun under some pillow
I still ill slow as the smoke billow I fill up the toe up still flow
We wield the show is peeled back
I feel this in rap like the static made of magic
I did the damage and hand it off to the boss tragic


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/20/24 09:14 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864877 - 02/20/24 09:36 AM (3 months, 6 days ago)

Catch and Release Quick
Cash your sheet crisp
With lightning I grip I frighten all the light out of dark to park
Shark up in the tank to shank on bank
Thank God Killing isn’t my job
A shark that arcs through fog
As dark smog
But smoke light at night
Trip the shit right I quit the hype as blitz seen it flight with
The hip and hop
Skip the block around it on the ground with the sound hit
I bound to split the town
I lit the round and seen it down to sound
I rock it round I clock shit to sprint
On the flint I light up hint
Gunpowder after hours it sours
I found flowers I shower
I like to smoke nugs and chug juice and get loose off tight deuce
And flights flew
All blue I Nikes in this screw in tight to the ground
In the lounge you can see this profound

Broken down
Broken crowns up
To sound nuff
Round up
Round down
Round around
The ground
To downtown
Licked a shot now and
I sound lens Platinum
I scatter atoms
And set on ends
I scatter friend of the matter at hand
Cannabis
I ran it ever since
I broken it down whence
I flipped it sound different
The crowd gets licked
Off the sound set
To town infect
The grounds for respect
That shot a clown to infect
Infest the rest
Chillin’ still in express
The mountain I suspect
Was a fountain of youth
I down there to the truth

We suspect
The chill and undress
Psilocybin will and I suggest
It
To get infect
The step to take
To make it bake
Shake it up
You break it off
Trip it to dip in
The kitchen
I sit in to eat
Run up the Street
Tag it into the Reefer
I teacher
Got either either or
I rap as War
Sets off
I let off
The fully auto spray
On Sunday
Relay in church
Lurch forward
As the sword
Was a core
Of the four as intense
As the more with incense
I got when I copped
A sack


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/21/24 05:46 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #864894 - 02/21/24 06:33 AM (3 months, 5 days ago)

Meth remains constant
If you wanna bomb sets
From Gun threats
To done Set that
I rep back off the heat strapped
With beats
My cycle is evil
I rip people off
As sequel cost the easy
Reach freeze this
All thesis to bleed sick
As Weed thick in the talent
I challenge any one with any Gun
To come like Sun and shine
I rewind the Death as suspect
I dub Sets
To Gun threat
As done with Techs 9
I rep for Wine as I climb
Up the ladder and scatter
I latter of the rap there to capture
Master
With the sutures to stitch
I ripped a Trip off
The lick off Gun sweat
The done Set
With the come left that
As get it back step
With the happens that it crept
As relief I stay blessed
With diamond Gold Necklace

I’m craving the herbs and spices
Medicines
Even like Ice I let it blend
On the twice I right rip up slice
Roll the dice on that as fat cat
Roll like Mack truck
On legal still you duck
As see through people
I reach crews to flip fools off
My tool cost a lot
I made it with the help of Legal Herbs
I mic up the word as the device cut
Into the light I shut out cases
Takes this base and makes it great
Ethereal Product on law cut
As Straw Hay Ganja Bales of Grade A
Never fails
I tell the tales of the Herbs as I burned
Type to Trip the verb is a gift
From straight nerve and I flip
I like to mellow on some there you go
Yo let it flow to show
How the program roll like a slow jam

Coffee
Everyone’s stimulant fix
Leave the stims out of the mix
You Trip
Light this drip mics bled into the said
Blended through lens crafted
I mastered brews you use and flew on
I drew long down as crew from out of town
Recite this with a frown
As I light this rock it down
To the subject fed up
Keep your head up
We got the herbs word is said to bread
Makes it medicine
All met you within I save the skin
Of the poor man and woman
Even children chill on my herbs I bend
Words flip the heard dip and skip that
Mix Match
As kick hat around the ground for the Pounds to click
Of Ganja thick in this on bomber
I tricks up the sleeve not drama
You best believe I get you there and read
The bare naked way to take it
No flakes hit off the bake shift
As I take a Spliff to the head
MCs red blood and cut instead I lock it shut




--------------------
Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (02/21/24 04:45 PM)

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