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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866688 -

I’m a funky punk beater
A spunky chunky lump eater
I dust a reefer for class in the ass
I write what last like Cash I flip the dash
Split the ash of the cig
I tight as swig
Right re nig I beat a twig thin as beat thump thick
In the rump I sink my knuckles as buckles
I buck fuck full up with the ruffles
Muster the buster back with crack cocaine and smack
I light a rap up as jack up

So back up I hit a track up like a Mack truck
Last as eyelash flash the black sash I wear as careful
Your bread buttered all slut hid the shuttered windows
As the wind blows I hit flows
Rip and roll spit and swoll up lump
I fin to kill a chump with ill on a punk’s bill like nut
Drill until the oil come out

That’s what it’s all about

Put your sacks of weed up
I speed up
Ice and recut the same slice like meet up
The seed cut and all bleed but
I Ice this mic up I might just
Bite back at bullet twice struck
I pull it mics got the whole set
Run the threat with a Tech
And the AK-47 the fullest
I pull hits all over
Listen to this Soldier I shoulda told yah
Before the War
I shop the pop the floor stop hot you’ll
Bottle up the Water
Caught it off the slaughter law cut
I bomb bust back on tracks like naw but
I jaw wired shut my wire but
Put your sacks of weed up

Capped and ran in since
Damn!  I rinsed
On Water wick
The courts ordered it
I sorted it through distorted it
I recorded it
Back floored the hits
To Core with Trips
Mic this to type twist up a J
But any way
I do this every day on the Street
Bust it
You can’t compete
Back trust that
I Mac with a gat and a hat
I do the tap dance
On the head and put to bed
Wet
Jet back and crept up
I left it cause the bet was
To pull a buzz off
You I was off Set
With Water Wet


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/06/24 05:51 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866698 -

Flawed stone
All closed and all alone
With it shown I blown up
I torn up the warm up
I swarm up
To hit it morning duck
I born in muck
And the mire I struck with
I buck hit the tucked one
I Sun take a lung from a drug
That tug at
Heart string plug at
Dark Wing
Bring the shark thing
I stark King of the Arc
Fully park up in the fully heat
I fully the Street up
You can’t compete up
With sweet one
I reach for the Gun
I heat is stung
All the Streets brief
Where I come from
Belief in numb
White sheet I stung
The Greek
Lack that back at it with tracks
Magic in fact I dance
I got a chance to have had it advanced
But I bust the answer is the fans need it
So I smoke a Bong and Speed Hit
That Weed with the Methamphetamine

You could rub a magic lamp
At camp with a sample
I amp pull up drank full
I fully sank that ass can’t tell
I blast as Fast as tracks made
Up and down the blade
Dust played
I trust that bust back
I fucked with the stats
You cut class and rushed max
Flat hat wit the trap
I back at it rap you had it
I back it up in sack
Brain damage
The lantern raised
I blazed one of the stage done
As Phase one
I got the Gold Plate stays numb
All crazed from the drum
I get dumb on shit when I hit I flip
Primal why all in a ball I shot crime
Tall as a line to follow
I hollow tips
Lighted lit I sight on the fifth
Mic up the Trip
Who’s hype and a twist one up?
In the cut that fist come from
All get the Gun
All lead spread One
Fully pull heat
I run the Street and Sum all the bleep

You could drink Water
And Meth Wire
I tried it hit it high hit it eye Lit Open
I broke then open with the Platinum Rope and
I stoke the fire
All I need is Meth and stop eating
Streets shut down
Whip a round up from the ground up
I sit up a Pound of Ganja found cluck
I shall as this tuck one addict
Redrum
Murder heads from the dead with the Gun
I sped from the lung
All said numb as bled
My microphone strikes to the head
You shown how Set Set is
In the biz I’m a Wizard
Cap the blizzard in fact I is quick
As static automatic clip the Fascists
Who manage damage
On the Street I run with one heat
Murder tweet
Serve as a Meth fiend
Plus Green you lean
Light like a dream
Light up someone seen
As tight up
I strike buck and turn up
In the cut on the surface I shut


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/06/24 07:24 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866699 -

Speed Fast
All bleed Gas
Water Droplets to stop hits with
I box big and fence swig
I temple with the mental fatigue
I’m too gentle receive the temperamental
I enter the center that essence of splendor
Ratchet I lend your catch hit
You back 6 as dead flips
Magic tricks to bag it since
I jagged rinse with Water
The Dragon
Binge on the magazine of Meth to dream in flex
Speed Fast all pay heed to Cash
I seed it on the dash flipped the ash
The Ganja Cigarette is good too
I would through as could drew
Back and flew heads
I bled meds all over
Soldier sorted through all court that drew
The steps to toward that brew
I like Water in the cough and I off
I Lightning bolt soft as cloth
I mic up the cross
As I loft high and dissolve into Y
I seen the Eye

Use of force
The Chi that course through the system
Called the body
I lock a topic then stop the hit and top written this spit in it if need be
Hi!  My name is Tree
I Tai Chi
I clock a lead
As saw as raw who bleed who draw Gun to shoot and pollute stream
I like this blow off steam with deadly strikes fists
In a dream
This crisp as list back Medicinal Herbs and Energy Work
I send a burst through as I first one who knew
The Medicine is for the Veteran who wants to chill their Chi
Some turn ill and seed for the toe up
Stop the flow up
You get old sick and worn out without a doubt I grown up
With violence
I just stare in silence when people practice hard style with the blade
I made this Gray turn display I shoulder
All folder holds the charts of Medicinal Formula
I bold to score through this War a system of Healing
All the Chi link from being to being
From tree to tree from seed to seed
All life force flow through course taken by the way then
I’m on Vacation
Wake me up at the train station with the Gold Plate Medallion
I even know Shaolin arts

Before I address the lesson
I shot the professional no question
Stop that with the top hat
I stopgap all hip hop on tracks
With five elements and changes
I rearrange hits for the deranged to get some spare change with
I flame hit the name was buzz arranged with Lift
I type to light a Spliff
I got the gift of the Boxing and Fencing
All N sing the dead wing on the lead thing
The title I ring the homicidal figure in your dream
I lick a lean on some Cream and back stroke
All Crack Cocaine broken in the flame I wrote with
I coated bits of floated this with the vote to soak in
I broken in the Medicine so still I got to dry it on diet
I blind flex on mind battered with weapons
Tepid all crept with the step hit the next trick
Was a brick you gotta lick I cop clicks
And rock the 6 in the mix until fix wicks the magic tricks
I light this like hits


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/06/24 11:59 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866713 -

I caught the Speed
On some Trees
Lighting up white out done down
For town to flip
Bounds for the War back as core with tactic
Bracket this
I light the mix of violences
I silence thugs
Been by with the Drugs
Herbs as 3rd
I’m a Blue Bird
I Chi the murder work
I done it does it in the dirt
I clock a dirty shirt
I got the hurt on the law
I broken jaw
Proceed to flip raw Coca
As I broke up I smoke up some
I got the Gun
With Satan
I hit it hate ends that’s dated
I rack through graded
With tracks that’s faded
With blades
Silence the violence
That shit is childish
A while back I flipped the Gat
And sat and kicked it
On the Ganja wicked
Tracks that Lifted
Back as Bricks money
Trip the Gun Heat
On the Street

Mind torture
To score a core through
As Medicinal overdose of Psychedelic
Comatose on the floor with the cure
We take it pure
From the source by force
We light the War
Flip the whole tour in combat
I bomb back as some sack Seen with Green Bud
I like this Tree Thugs extincted
Back and link hits up you think it did
I ice skating rink and clink
I lit the slinky
Back and forth a motive for sing free
Who wrote this I float this
Like a Lotus
I modus operandi I cry
In the eye I spot dry as 1 Y
I busted back and line up tracks
Rewind that facts as blind sum
As thumbtacks like a Gun
I strum guitar hacks Light Black Night up
I flight up the stairs as aware
I barely make it tear up the vacant
Space and I make ends meet
On the Street I lump this dead meat
As the Sun shine on White Sheet
I peel complete to the reach of the bleak

And then God invented Valium
For the anxiety driven God forbidden hit in the face with mace Children
Of Israel
To get peeled back off a fat sack from the pharmacy I follow it with Speed
I’m like this the hypest
With the wipe down with downs from all around
A Goofball sound profound when you in the lounge
I Crowned by Jesus
Best believe this


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/07/24 10:20 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866721 -

Call me hot dog
I reach a brain fog the same way as smog choke up
I broke up a fool who didn’t rule hot dog cool
Smack the shoot up the place as loot up in the Ace
I Trip the bass lit the whole space containing hot dogs my spot
I got the dot on plot before I heat up hot
I ripped the rock seen as mob talk
With the hot dog walk and talk I got the Glock
Seen as feed on and read dawn as heat long hot dog this beat is gone
Eat hot dogs

I liquidate
Stand trial like for War Crimes
No denial as pork knuckles
I flip the force fed lead buster truster of cuss word
Murder
Back and further with the gat I turner
Of the spot in rap
I shot the gap tooth as back loose tooth
As root from a fruitless shoot this
Back and forth chew crisp
I do it to this like rude in the flesh with a student
I movin’ it the ass
Dance to pass the class
And answer to the wrath

I rip tore rock as War
Most don’t know how to pour
Put down the cup straight
I shock as Weight Sack
Bring the bass back
I’m so good at fighting
I rewriting Scripture
As the flip bird as absurd
I clock a murder that’s 33rd

I Trip the burner
Create a murmur that’s word up
Further in the cut
I shake a butt
Relace the fuck if I care
Grace the soldier barren like wasteland
I shake the hand of the gunman
I liken this to fan of the Ice and cram
The gas into tank I lit the shank
Over and it’s dank I clock the fold your there
I stank of the Sativa
I free bird
As lead word as heat the
Bleach a reach through to teach crew

Pizza Slices
Murder roll over for meatball sandwich special with Provolone
Cheese as freeze breeze
I mafias
On the stop a dime as stoppin’ coppin’ sacks why I’m on wax
I facts as black lung as whack
Sung the advanced I Trip off ant’s colony
All knowledge strung into one big bologna
I stone key I phone for free
All I bone is bonus clone us
Feed the onus was whoah!  In the bucks they loan us
So we could turn back to dust trust that
I murder on the map as further done the black
In the shack cooking crack
Then fiends on the track


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/08/24 05:10 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866722 -

The black lungs that I sung about
Smokin’ weight
Eat at the temple
I exemplary
With the bury the fairly frozen in the freezer
All knees shake until I join
Boys to men
Enjoyin’ the Sun with a Gun
I run the runs
I done as one dollar bills with the pyramid skills
I shock as children killed in War
Everyone with a lesson
Fresh as One Sun blessin’

You gotta get eye
To move a round
As move the ground stop the plot as shot a sound POP!
As loud as fuck I astound
I like the lounge as I found the dope to cope with
Smoke a few Js before practice
Plus I love after or before Psilocybin the War
Inside as I ride the tide
I murder minds that burner behind the furnishing reclined
With the Gold Coke Straw
I seen a lot of law
And cream a lot of it pour
As I dot to the store to flip this War

The Platinum Glow
As unfold the soul is the told of the Platinum I back spun
I got a Black Sun
As I relax rung the Platinum Bell of course on tour de force
I lit the course rapper with the chores
A chapter before that
I hid the gat in my pants
Do a dance then ban that last hit
A trick with a flip digits
Rigid as crisp
How I live it
Fingerprints

At this conjunction I’m dope
Light up more dope as strikes broke through
The WU Tang
All the crews bang and back with it sack with it
I lift the crisis
Eternal all I turn for I surf a new wave as burn into
The skin
The black medallion
All from Shaolin
Tiger and Dragon

Mind Scan
The 8 Diagram
As the plan landed on top of you
Wu rocked you with cruise
In the back with tacks
Means the stats flat for you to store drew for War stew
As I clock clue
I born in the torn true
Scorn before the floor hit the skids as quiz show
In the biz lowdown with the Stoney Crown
With the Speed I shock the seed of a Glock
I redid the stop
And fiend to cop
As I sneeze through sobriety
I swipe like a P Platinum sack with Sun
Relaxed with the Gun


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/08/24 07:09 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866723 -

All tortured up
We move it Red like Set
The best blood wasn’t thug as spread
All over the jam god damn
I soul of the man everlasting
As damaging microphones
I like to get stoned
I phoned up for pizza smoking a bone
While I Dragon prone
In the flag wave as save
Murder became the churn in the slice of pie
You wonder why until you spit in the eye
Split this sack into dimes
With Soldier cash the Ms in
Splendid with a lens lifted
Back and Tripped shit
I recommend mushrooms
As rush some
Sliding through and bust one

Crane and Pigeon boxing
For Fire
And Wood to Fire changes
I got all the medicinal
With hundreds of styles I pull on a joint
A Ganja cigarette on point
With Mushrooms
I love a War Veteran
As I split the head up then
Into section
Cast my reflection like a shadow
I last man to lamp on Cocaine
I Shroom and lit the room
I slight as Gong Fu in the Street
This type I redid right
As I bleed on the mic
I fight with blades

Get yourself a Wood Element overdose
The deep forest Mushrooms
Psilocybin
I seen one inside the gutter
I supplied the butter
They realize their culture
Came from there
As bare air
I grew up in Hollywood
I seen it all change like a Ball
I rock it till I brawl
It’s always a close call with Bikini Doll
I light this off the wall
With the tightness
I grew up smoking joints and on point


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/08/24 08:56 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866726 -

I Trip with it
Been seen the stats roll back like I got Caps
Gunshots from Sun plots
I dot as run the Sunspot
I done Pot as Ice as the strike a lot
Of the cost of One lost to the Boss
In the raw the sauce was the law
I flipped it tore
Whip this cool like War as victim in school
I Tripped up a fool and wicked it
The wicked kick it back and sifted black as Lift Ticket
To mix it and strip it down to a stray round
I got about Ten Pounds of Green Pot
I smoked a lot as a teen turn Green on the Scene

Homie had a sag in his shit
Rolling through like tanks I got the Methamphetamines
I clock it steam that molten rock drip the Cream
On lean I smoked plenty of Ganja Green?
No!  I need more for War torn
As lit it as born to hit it!
I Trip Lift spliff up to the lips inhale crush that baseball bat like in jail
No I rush on tracks I must flatten every tire
I bust back and expire
Like Milk
I shot the killer hit as filler with a hundred dollar bill and split
I write the mix of rhyme and bled to death
Last step left before your crept to the War as check
To the core and flex
I drop Sets like raw Sex

We eat the veggies
Another poisonous wrap up with the gat cocked
I boxed with a fool with a tool
I lit the school rule up
Violence isn’t funny like money and Gun Heat
Up the Street you could feel the beat
Thump your feet to the fleet seat
Position on a mission tight like friction rub the dub and listen
In the club they play this
Fade this
Made me famous with the aim and Twist Spliff
I sing in the rain and drift off
As lit the boss and criss cross
I hip toss at a loss they Soldier Shot
On the dot that Murder Plot
I fiend for Pot and what you got as far as my car ran
That’s the jam!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/09/24 11:16 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866735 -

Pimp
Caught the structure
Limp with the Pimp Cane, brain and rings
With Wings I slight as stings bright as Sunlight
Drift into a Gunfight
As I keep it tight I read you resist and bite your shit
My shit is mixed with violence and lit Green
On the scene I shock for the one that seem lost like
I floss tight as Gun Rights
I seen it just might
Cream in the jeans for beans and rice remix!
I got the heat fix as prefix
I bleed the shit out and run around down to the ground
I flip the Pound
I POP!  Sound as town as rock that in the lounge
I got a scoundrel that been around pull and dull
Blades lit this haze I take you through the maze
Psilocybin for days

Who wants to turn Gold smoking Ganja Cigarettes?
I swamp in the bent to stomp through
With a Gun drew by who?
I rap this new in the trap I seen a Gat strapped cat
Feed the map up
I’m sacked up since I was a little kid I slid
Make it bid for Christ sake as bombs break kids in places
Like Palestine or any War Zone this humanitarian bone I smoke
I toke it down to see the resin in town with Heaven
A slice of the pie people wonder why until I roll the dice
I could use a Ganja Case as I chase the Dragon
A waste of a flag in outer space is where it takes place
A lot of Ganja now is laced
Why I want to grow my own
Roll slow and flip the whole scroll
A soul with the goal of softening
A lot of Kings lock it with the topic swing
I sing this and ring it Golden Bells as gels
You can just tell when you see it

Dedicated Ganja Producing Mafias
In prison I saw the vision and started to teach the children to Sing
I got the Wings
I strike as things hype off the grab the mic back
This is a mic jack
I sold stats up
Jam the gats up
As flack cut through the aft of the rough
I made enough bullets back and sold true as sold tracks on brew
I murder who?
I burn in two license to grew the Ganja slip the farm in to win
I harm no one with no gun
I rely on Sun to power my hour and I want a good Ganja shower
I have to bow to the New World Order
Sorted and Imported through a distorted lens
I cleanse lens and rock the spreads
I got a Glock Cocked I’d like to stop
And revamp the shop with the Ganja Lock
On top of the World with my curls all lightning unfurls
I Sun as white as one tight as gun right in the Sunlight


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/09/24 06:24 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866741 -

The bitter tastes
I can taste the bitter taste of War
I scored from it
I rung accordingly
I store my Chi in my DanTien
I rock a gem
That sorted through the War it drew off them
Like a leech it sucked blood and reeks of death and deadly drugs
At least one because of the rhymes it plugs to death
Like thugs this breath
Was how the bitch loves the hit
With gloves on respect I does a bong hit
I’m so fresh I mesh with the culture
Everyone understand Peace and rock the Freedom
All G cement at least as bent
I rent out my space for Aces to tore through as cases flipped
The Trip comes as does what rhyme had it nine as plugs
Shot to death in the last breath I half step
You kept the threat as bet that’s why I blow out your brains in a sec

I formed a street gang
All the bullets sang from the Gun
As one we move
We groovy on the scene with green cash out the ass
I light it fast I blast a fool with my tool
Like this school
I write tight excite with graffiti might if need be
Murder G
As in the punk see
I dunk the key as one in the Platinum
All rap Sun as black from the back numb
I got some Cocaine
I light it explain the dope game
I run in flames
Lifted in lanes I drifted across
The boss on top
I got Methamphetamine and a Glock
I got a lot of drugs from the shop
I tight as white knuckles
Holding on fuck this
I get a truck lift of Ganja sandwich
My bandwidth tuned to school
As pool of fuel
I rule like a crew run the game
All one in the same we light brain
Better not fall off the chain

People try to Master
With no technique to speak
I seen the top peak
Of white sheet murder reek
It’s usually done with a Gun
I seen the Sun shine off a blade and stayed
With the blood as what comes from the Jugular Vein
For example
Just a sample
I cancel all whack crews
Can’t hang through
Like I said I seen a bitch stitch
I Master it
I last to hit
First to kill and that’s ill
I stuff hundred dollar bills in the mouth
Decapitate or cut off hands as man is
I bend biz
Destruct the fuck out of tricks
I seen it
I drive a beam
And dropped on lean
All I see is cream
From my Martial Dream
That’s Psychedelic
I master it intelligent




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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/09/24 11:28 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866742 -

It’s fine to smoke the Kind Nugs
License
I like the Heirloom Spice is the Ice is not
I plot a shotgun blast at the casket closed
Funeral blow some Weed like you control the Speed
I lock the lead up dock it hit the topic was Pop the Gun
Someone from the Sun light this rung as brightness
I hype with the splice wire
I desire the Ganja admire the grower
All soul flower with the flower power of the midnight hour
I like a tower
I spit the sour
To sweet rock a beat
It’s peace yo
At least grow some and try it
Hit the diet
I supply hits for high heads
Put them to bed
Nice like med
For the health as
Swell as the bell rang I sang
Of a profit that locked it
Spit the clips
What a Trip!
Cap is what’s happening
I’m rapping about Cap
On the Map with Psychedelic Ganja Trip

I study Ganja
I’m a student of the roots of the High
Wonder why?
A Soldier die and cremated as try as the beat baited and switched
I list all the THC crystals as my wish for the future
To soon bear fruit and stare down
I wear the crown around
I lock a round up in a Glock
Why I also love the Pot because Meth it is not
I get shot at a lot I rap the Product I snap up the Bomb Ganja on the Spot
I rock the freak as seat teach the feature was the meet your grower
Slow Flower with the Death Rower I glow your Weed Gleam
On the team was what it seem is the dream
It’s hard to clock cream and Get a Ganja Connection
I’m back in the section to reflect Sun back at the hung jury
But this verdict is Pure
Lift it skewer with a Trip that fewer on Shrooms
Blew your brains out I seen it shot out the lights and rights
Take flights and light bright as Sun Rays I burn for days
In a mellow Ganja Haze
With burn in the turn in the brand
As castles made of sand

So I moved to the Tropics to grow the Pure Sativa Landrace Strains
I shock my brains
When I clock this new ways to think
I expand the mind and drink up the blind sink up the rewind tinker with the cut
But I run the double back as run through the track with facts
I sacked up with the black shut as LAX airport in Los Angeles
Man I hit the core of the sworn
Ganja born with the license to show as the floor is Ice it’s cold
I rock bold with the price as high as Gold
But mine is free G
The benefit to cultivate set it straight
Only weight will do
I got a fluid spot to drop the crew in the shop
I kick it a lot while I dot
Mike is in this shot twice back and Lift it
Rap’s the ticket I click it
Max as wicked then I split this the atom of the matter
The most broken down with soak in the round Pool
Laugh as a tool gets cashed in
I’m used to the Indica man
Fully narcotic body high
The Sativa makes me fly as run Y at the junction cry for the stunk stank


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/10/24 02:24 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #866744 -

Kids getting high on Eyeballs
This kid drops Eyes
As rise in the Trees and freezes
The degrees with the hit and miss as Weed back in this
I trap the 6 up
To stick up rob the glitch cut it’s mob
I did a job for the bobbing and weaving even Steven
Lit the heat bent off the seat lent the freeze
Drain the breeze of the attempt I sneeze
Back in keys with tracks that G Lock
I speed stop the rerock the seed
I shock the drop as Speed that Pop
I light a lot for I got the spot to rock
I mock like glazed over a range rover
As strange as Soldier in the way
I come as Gray as today
I lit the way with the lamp
As amp
I got a sample of the bell as trample
Just as well I cancel the class as Fast
I got a blast of Chi cast the degree as me and mine
On the mind I lead behind
The lines I spot the shot twisted plot
I fiend for a dot with a Speed cop the Weed instead
Put you to bed on time as lead in it’s prime
To rhyme I got the diamonds and my mind slid
In back with the Crack Cocaine as time bends

I choose the truest with the flame
Light your aim with Ganja claim this is your story
As born Heat
Run the Street with Gold peeps on it rolled
I took a stroll through the section and reflect back
On when I kept crews in check I don’t lose I rep
The city ain’t nothing pretty about a slum as thumb
But you could get high and let a few shots fly
I run this dry until the eye swell and rock as well as guy in hell
I freeze over the breeze cross over
I Soldier with the scar as fold you up play guitar
And sold as I run the foretold Gold was Sun
I run the funds now as one allow the Sun Down
I lit the Crown some fear it steer it down the lane with brain
In the chain I copy rock the stop the beat
As One Gun as each from the speak of the Keep The Peace
This Ganja reek of the soul as sleep for the bold
I mold out of rolled routes
I run a murder down with One Sound of Gun POP!
I split a cop up a sack as I bomb back
I hope your crew stays intact with legal herb and swerve
Chirp like a bird and 3rd base learn the taste and get laced

I was up all night in a Gun Fight between white and black and Gray
I lifted the daylight on Meth strip that back as check the hat and coat
I float across the wasteland tore and taste the span as defaced
That’s the plan
Soar as core as War flipped the four in sick is this store they sell me goods
Should I would back as One Gun rap as from the static I magic
With the hands shout out commands I brand as jam swell up and bell
Rebel Yell as gel as Moonshine under One Line as hell
I flip the fell fallen install in the brawl and I win I ball
I call all back to serve the stat with a baseball bat
I seen it max out with the sacks shifty and grip heat
On the Street I GTA
Flipped it to say I light the way as Gun Play a Gun Fight
I was up all night
I seen the slight
I got the light in tight
I beam as one stream flow with Water
Scorch the caught your course as force
No remorse as I dip in the Porsche


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/10/24 11:26 AM)

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    #866746 -

I got the Gun
I run on a Ganja Stupor with infrared dot at your head
No thought was what I said
I turn natural steroid into brain avoid the mash up on the toys
I play with boys on the Streets
I stopped walking down the Streets the drum beats make people freak
I white sheet a fool
You know it’s the rule but this ain’t cool
I wish I could disappear into the searing Sun
So I GTA
Lit a play and done the one way Street up defeat
I reach the peak as I clock the lock and speed to the top
The plot was thick with Glocks and Techs
I rock with respect to the product I check all all of it
My wallet stuffed with bucks
No knuckles I pull out with chuckles
Cash your belt buckles bust
From the dust I leave when I freak the speak
I shock the speaker
At the theatre
With the creature all doped up called teacher

I got Tequila
I breath through a Weed Hit drew as skip the Trip?  No we with Mushrooms
I slide back trying to get higher than fresh fire
I side on the ride and gone in the supply
I try to cry out and get down with one round
You gotta get High to flip the pound
In the lounge
I could breathe deep and scrounge
I got abounding blocks I lock up on Pot
I fiend for top of the morning to no warning I draw a Gun and in store in the slum
You could get dumb or get numb wherever your drugs come from
I love the Ganja come with the bomber on the dollar I baller
I light it wall to waller for the 99th caller
I splice the style with the file filed folder sold it
Bold print
This stint at the hint at cash and make a dash
I still gotta make a splash so I ash the Reefer in the Benz the creeper
With the lens
I shot up Crack Dens and back spreads
That shit fucks with your head
Until I blood red seen the thug and Drug up like Fred Flintstone smoking a bone

Guns on the Trip
I flipped the switch
With the Gun on the Trip
I light lit
I tight with the right to quickly tongue tie an eye up and ride shut the door
Before core was seen as Green Bud with Psilocybin Mushrooms
I bust soon as on one with a Sun back from the dead
Full of lead is how you filled from Meth
Park it back in check with stark turn left
Guns on the Trip
I rightfully sip the sight be a Trip to meet with the grip heat with
I Trip across the Street to get a beat with the homie
I roam free I stoney hit it in my own key
I shown the seed of breed as I peed in the place’s makeshift
I break it to take it to the toilet I boil it
Cook it down now look it
I got the crown and shook up
Hook but I shut out the place as cased as
Guns on the Trip
Catch a flip side as ride in the Gun tried to but my mind screw into shit
Dragon hit up the class that Fast with the blast
Seen the Cash and dash with one wrath
Split a lung as rung as Hashish
I been the last Spliff to cast twist em up as such
Guns on the Trip
Good luck


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/11/24 12:13 PM)

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    #866752 -

Smoking Crack
We got the Mac
It’s in the sack in the back
I light tracks on half sped as turn red inside the glide as Ride One
I done tied it up to the blind as such
Rewind you could hear me cuss as time will tell if I gel in a bell from Hell
Smoking Crack with the elevation
I flip Trip back from the station with a grip of Cash I’m making
Light the Hashish
We got the last breeze to flow through I sniff blow too
I love Coca
My T-Shirt seen the thirst quench as bench in the entrance
Back as death sentence in the cab with jabs from Meth the Lab
I sighted fab as I rapidly stab a fool
I grab the camera as I jam a radar

I fade far into stars and Suns back with ones
Black as buns burned I turned sacks and earned jacks for tracks
It’s in the back with the Crack Cocaine
In the lane I shock brains on behalf of the Weed Stash
I like a heat flash and read the static
Magic Dragon

The Police don’t like me
It strikes me as funny when I pull the Gun Heat on the Street
They big dummy with the Police brutality
I brutalize in eyes with flipped it rise the trick is to hit it with 9s and 8s
I fake the bait and switch as late to Lift the cake into space
Behave baked
I’m in the lake with no mistake break off lanes get crossed
I’m so high I dry eye
Seen the children cry as will as die
I turned a Pie I keyed it to breed in sign of the feed with the speed drift
I lead it into Outer Space with the chase as Freebase
Lit the Laces up
I spaceman shut the place can erupt
With drugs
Like this thugs I write off as cost with the floss and I red loft high
In the sky I flip the diet back so try it fat as multiply with the baseball bat
Twitch as stitch up I rich cut the Spliff What?
I hit it till it shut the case as Ace
I love drugs like flakes of Peruvian Cocaine
In the brain I take the A Train as flame and famous
My brain hits the pavement like a ray sent from the Sun
With a Gun that’s number One on the main strip
In the big city

Everyone blazing
On Water
I caught a sought a loft in the sky high dry one Eye with a Gun Crime

I commit as shit
Life with the sent through the beam as dream
We make a great team as Cold Cream
On the scene I got a Water lean a Water mean to me so much
I rushed a fool got crushed I sit back and hush with the Cash
I write Fast for Fast a past in the ever last
I measure cast the treasure bask in the Sun with a Gun
I got this Gun from the Uzi weighs a Ton
I make it to take it and break it off Sum
Flake off with the cake cost a bundle
So I from slow as show with the Water roll as behold in the Gold Platinum
I scatter Sun as batter from the stat as rhyme rap
I don’t mean to jack but I’m moving up with a sack of raw as I saw
It fit to sit and chill just top Bill
Children killed in the Sun Rays
As Sun for days Blaze and light Hay
I run up in the way the ton of cuts with the press play
People murder in the fray
This shit is here to stay


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/11/24 03:31 PM)

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    #866754 -

I can see demons
Circling and lurking in the Heavens
As sent bent then end the sent that back as fat cat raps
I trap the sacks up of the stuff as love in one
For done that I bum back a cigarette
Lost respect with the hat I attached to the magic I amp rub the lamp
I had it
I rabbit in the hat with a task for ash to cash with
I ran it Trip BIG
With the figurine I see cream as light beam
Insight with hard drugs flights and rubs tight
I get it into the night for night flight
I ripped it right off
The demons I saw broke my jaw
I was lifting law and see saw
Lean on the claw
I beam up to the seem struck as behemoth
I rein with the tuck one as I see Sun
I bleed from the vein as I brain lit the same as aim with the tight grip
I height hit the lights yo
That’s a light show
Mushrooms get the drum roll
People dumb slow and I Gun below the undertow
To flip the fold
Ripped and rolled cold as Platinum
My chain hang from the neck I inject the pure as cure back with a pure sack

Pineapple
Orange
Lemon Lime
I split a dime up
Yo time’s up!
It’s time to rhyme Water!  What?
I split the phone call
Everyone ball
All follow law as jaw cracked
It’s in the back intact
With fiends on the map we mean map the heat strapped
Liquidate
Plates turn
As your fate earn then the bonus
Too late they clone us
We get shown it’s
Your head
Flown
Your light known
As no one slow in
We roll in
Control the soul seen the bowl ignite on flights
Seen one Ganja right as feed the tight
Relight the flight as I see it mix
I fix the risk is high
I drip dry
As Eye
Scribe into the tribe
Mix it mic the Vitamins
Sunshine
With One line
I could bust
As shut back in
Like static
It’s magic in the bag I lift
Heavy as I head heat up the Street to the Drum Beat

To ride with a trigger supplied by seven figure they hide
Deliver they bide time in the wind up time’s up
I signed the cut with eyes open spoken just as the cloak
In the Cocaine Lift it like Propane Tank explode
Rank as told by the bank I rolled
Into a ball and that’s all I saw was crawl
I light it good night it
Hit the heights flip as white out with the bite out dissed
The mic route missed the shout about loud bend it round
For a pound of Product
I sawed off the shotgun
Spit a hot one in the shop they spun with Cocaine numb
I broke my way in soak the stain in blood
Cheese like thug but this isn’t Methamphetamine
This is Cream on lean lifted beams up
The scene struck by Green Bud so I cut front and bleed Thug
Release the plug as heed word scrub the redub I feed hub of existence
With the pistol on Crystal
I shock it with the rip the rocket I tip top hip hop Trip notch it
In the belt as knelt grab a heart felt as breeze lightning cheese
Thunder at ease with the Crack
All on the Street they turn back
I turn black
Into the Street Map
I bleed from Caps



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/11/24 08:39 PM)

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    #866764 -

I got the auto lock to stop the violence
My style is to run miles of wraps around the limb and break
For a fake gangster with the shank I got it bank on that
With a strong rap I’m gone off the map
With stats I act up like I got a strap
I backed up the opponent
I clone it with the zone Trip the phone lit
I like to practice prone get the Gracie Jiu-Jitsu Technique
I speak to escape bleep
Muster heaps of trouble undone
With one run on the strung I bust the cussed about
Run a lap and done down south with the trap
I fiend for that
Lean on the lamp
I amp as I sample I cancel class
That Fast with the blast I cycle dash around the danger
My name is Michael I’m a stranger to most
I’m like a ghost the way I float around crazy
I get grazed by heat in the Street
I need Peace on Earth for thirst to quench
As burst through the foul stench of death

I’m collapsing into a pool of cess
Call me chef
I bake up to take up the stress
I manifest rhyme under the steps that I’ve taken
Break in the Vets make em sweat death
Really Trip except the villain is killin’ as crept
You swept into like a broom on the moon
I like this type soon to gun hype in the room
I stripe with the spoon I’m on the mic
I go like Zoom
I just doom
Lift the crew in to ruin soon in they do it then
I got the food and bend then forever
Back as treasure map the leather rap
I better with stats I mad Max with the stacks
I bill and tap the head with caps they dread
It’s rap is red
I’m from the Set back and jet
Into the stem relax fresh and Mac Techs
I got the Cocaine and Meth
Plus tons of Green Bud
I seen drugs that beam thugs up
I run a gut with the struck mind the cut
Until I shut my case for face the music
As I ruin it this mic I’’m screwing it
Into you to a threat I bruise black and blue come next
Two step in to the ruin the Dragon’s Breath
Stew in and brew into a new thing
I got the fuel plus the wing with some sing the chorus

Car wrecks
Flip your Cigar Checks
It’s murder in the reps with the Mexican connects
I check it flex on half step that bread
One slug to the head
That true as spread the Acid Rain
Don’t complain I slay Soldier in the frame
Tore them out as fast as they came
I split the name as Country
Someone funky gets the thump speed up to pump B
I hit the sunk scene in the Green Bud
I’m thug
I light it up and cut the stuff up
To truck poison as lunch truck
I seen the third buck as Weed struck
I beam up
I seen and need more as I bleed from the core
This is the After War Party
I hit a hard heat start it up like a sheet
I bunch of seat back in the relax chill and then wax
The bill come in stacks to killing’ and then illlin’
I no frills in the chills with the homie still then
I get the real ends
Back and fill the tank
As I sank over bank with the shank
I flip the tank murder languish back as anguish
I hafta spank kids roll my tank over and slid
Now I’m a Vet and did the bid Set


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/12/24 08:12 PM)

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    #866783 -

I saw on the scene
The Magic Green Bud
I got Chocolate I drop a hit of Thai in the Eye
I shot to cry someone find sum as blind as one
I dry up the sign up
Get the designated most hated flip the faded
I get graded past as I made it
I Trip the bladed
Reinstated as one of the greatest
I hip to the made adjust as the dust settles I’m metal
I back like a boiling kettle
I let Set settle as I fled pull out the program with the show for flow
Flipped it slow like a stone
I bones back as skull
I gut the hull
I tripped it dull knives as lives taken in pain
And ray of Sun came
I don’t blame you
You need some flame drew back as in the sack intact
I mean this on the map
Ganja makes me happy
I can heat on the Street to the back beat
I relax and Trip the Street off
I lit the lead cost as the Green Bud the boss of chill

The torch scorched
Like a drill bit
I chill hit the Methamphetamine
I pray Green from when I was little I sit through the Tech drew back
And kept crew intact
I fiend to jack for the straps
As my Weed grew perhaps
I bleed to this
I feed through hits on the list it’s just what this track missed
I’m back with Trips
LSD
Like a tree I branch out
Seen the man down
I tripped the whole crown as your town surrounded
I bound to did skid as round it like a lid of Grass in the stash
I play with Cash
I feed it back and seed lit the Grow for flow I flipped the whole show
So I tripped in a row as I seed I sew
Bleed until I feed for the fold as lead tore a scene up
I Tree as I truck back and max sacks up
I cut a Grass like a lawn
The strong song I got rocket up
The block it to stop it Trip it Pop it I lock it up
Be the throttle all Set I let a squad mob and then jet
I seen it murder threat as word true as kept
I surge through bit it burned too as bird glue
I hit it then earn this drew back the weapon then I step in

Got a Water Drop
Like a contract killer
I float through will a coat drew the pistol and mode with the Indo Smoke
This isn’t a joke I’m dead calm like the bomb
As strong I set it on you dead upon arrival
I make a living homicidal I shock as five all on it I gone with the Meth
I took a step forward and scored Cocaine
Now I float in the brain soaking with blood with no name
I shut it propane stove with the tank and rank I drove
Lit the bank over this I’m told
I strong as old school broke this rule tools too
I bones drew the phone with the sewn in it blown heads
Rode around leaking red as bloodshed
I murder over meds back as heads flip
This dead Trip
Murder thick like a trick back as flip the damage sick
I ran it mix in this like cabbage
I handle that sand
I brand I hit land and strike on command just as planned
If the hand touches they rushes back and strapped
I capped them before they had a chance to draw a gat


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/14/24 02:18 PM)

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    #866787 -

The image I saw
Was a concept for War
Drawn the four four long barrel
I hit it in the stare at the shed that relapse
Head cracked
Back as wet back
I met a Mexican sold me crack I make the dye checks
I khaki threads back as deadhead with the spread for feds
To murder further up the burner
I serva a
Turn into the blue with no clue they drew weapons
Back as half steppin’ reppin’ automatic crept in
Drew my breath in with a Marijuana Cigarette
Yeah I still hit that shit and bill
Except until the murder threat I head up the sweat fools
In school I drew a twenty two and let the rounds grew into the head
As the hollow tips spread

I nonstoppin’
Until I get it poppin’
I got a Glock and a lot of technique that shock
The weak off that redid it softening
Like blood gush they mush
Drug up a cut above and swoosh

Nike Airs
All I care about I wear around my neck
It’s inspect the wreck sheets on LSD
I cut the Trees up
I got a Weed Cap as I gleam in this rap before the beam
I tight as Green on the Scene
I light it mean I right with it till Spliff hit a little different
I’m an Assassin on Grass and I Fast Water
I want a reservoir as dead on tour wax the floor
Vandal mob is the handle
I the man to pull the job and sandalwood as I bob and weave
I straight breath this shit feed before a hit is the War lit
I born with it sit on the floor with a mix of Cannabis and Meth
I light to death with the Gun’s breath
Plus a ton of sweat I put in work and murder
Chirp like bird and that’s word as I serve your whole crew
Like what the fuck you gone do?

I stop stressin’
When my command manifest like grands of cash
Rubberbands
In the lands I lay on hands on a fool
I like this tool people use
With a short fuse
I bruise up
Break shit
Fools got fake shit
So I bake quick and then stick the shiv in
In prison I lock as Wisdom
Shocks the system
I box and in some
Hot and dead sprung like a red tongue go numb
And fed from the Water Well as I sell records
I connect back and check flow force
Dead from the source as War is
I score lids of Grass and smoke that shit
In a hat I got a gat I sat with
I backhand bitch
Hit the dank switch and ditch
Kids in the bids
I flow like this on Acid
You get your ass kicked


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/14/24 05:56 PM)

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    #866792 -

Snow on the Water
Snowflakes bakes a nostril takes it in
Till outer space until ten o’clock
All around it I ground with the sound Trip
The round flip the down drip of Water
Constant
As I bomb in the strong with the rent for prong
Attached to the match I dash
Across with cost fools lost
I took it toss like the War saw it horrid awful
I flow blow as saw full of old gold the straw pull in
I full in it I sip this isn’t the limit I double digit
Back and crisp
Attack twist up the cabbage with a savage back advantage
In rap
I manage the fact that I canned up splat
The brains flow as rain is low
Into Snowflake called blow
I flip the ice skates
I chill until late with the Platinum Plate Medallion
I challenge all the round ten to bounds that back when
I bounce for the ounce allow bullets in the fullest for the win
I run a Cocaine den
And reign in the Drug Game with the Flame

My father was Meth
I counted breaths between steps
I make the method check it
I back fill up sacks and tracks with damage the brain plain and simple
Had I fin to pull a sting I bullet with wings
I light this insight into the flights I take
Minds I rake clean
I like Green Bud
But Meth was my thug
I light this plug up the righteousness of brightness on the flight with a twist
Herbals all word I challenge now
And downtown flipped a round again
It came back while sum chain react I fade to red
As code for you dead in strode with the fully shot up get hot what?
I block in the cut to shock
I fully prop up with suspense the entrance
Back at breakfast you best flex and damage checks
Ran it steps I take I flakes of Ice that make my Vice
I fully dice up into little pieces each is the feature flick
Lease the lick off dips
Microphone rips raps back with caps and a grip of static
Methamphetamine Magic

For sport I down an OZ of shrooms
In the War
I seen the core melt as.a belt driven
Rid me of all sin
To a degree within bleed the ten speed bike I got is hot
Yo!
A bullet is shot out the cannon I man then the ammunition
In a position cause friction bend backwards and stick you then
With a sharp edge or sledgehammer I banner yet wave
To the brave I braided hair back up that frayed
I split the day’s end I brain until ten I spread
Made it my head
I ray of sunlight shed in one gunfight I held tight
Individual said sight is criminal in the minimalistic
Raps I Spliff lit
A rain a drain down the lane what I became
I turn hot flame as dot brain
I shot up the product to soften what often you cough in
I shot the hot ones and got guns we lock Suns up
Drink Water duck the slaughter
You bought off a kid second hand as brand
I blade in the shade
Looking for shrooms growing in the grade all knowing and flowing


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/14/24 08:28 PM)

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I did stickups
For black pickups tinted windows wings in the rode this
I flow fluid fist over crisp I told you this still you get dissed
I Soldier missed the cold brew sip back and flip
Rip the mic to shreds like Feds this Soldier dead
I folded in the head like Gold Platinum
They all scatter and run from the Gun
I don’t even gotta one pull they so full of fear
All kids clear of the tears drip all bleed indeed I lead with a fifth
Of some hard shit
I’m on guard lit and kick it until they try to stick it
I trick a little bitch off the stitch max and flip back the stats
In raps that Trip tap it like a maximum
I Sun on come back like where you from?
The jet black in this Gun twist the microphone I kissed it clone
The lead back like a known tactic
I split the hit up into bits on the Ritz
I clock a sit up and get up with the wind what?
I spin your guts until you lit trucks up
The buck stuck and stopped like you shocked
Down the Streets I walk with a Glock cocked

All fear into the flare
I drown it then down lit the Water
Sell it
I tell it is in order for the bell to ring Platinum
Been back with Sun
A Gat on one lung the track run
I got a fat sack I need back another
My brother brought me a coffee
I soft heat up the Street I bought a beat from a G
I top the Speed to clock P Yo!
I feed the blow all pay heed to the payroll
All stay GP
I light it free I soft serve see words bleed
Into the paper on a caper a heist with the devices
I block it up like Ice is
I shot the mics grip
Type to sip I hit up
Get the get up
I spin in the shut strut down the walk as talk blood of the Hawk
I lightning brought the flight thing down to Gun ring
The sound of harmonics all phonics
My bomb hits the drama
All comment the bomb meant I sent it
I bent it back and ended the track with a Strap on the map
All hacks get the click clack and then Cap!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (06/14/24 09:57 PM)

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