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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873224 -

I want to be a famous Acupuncturist
And Herbalist
My Traditional Chinese Medicine
Has lead my head into a state of Meditate
Said
I let it laid as blades run into the fading Sun
I’m a blade fighter
I chose the flows of Tai Chi Sword
As I scored
I Trip
Carry the Torch
And don’t slip
For the course
That War with
This the core of the flip the born into the Lift
The more Wings it Sings score the One with the
Dip into the true as one knew of
The Blue
I flip the skew as sit straight through
The pass the class up the Water Fast
One Dollar Cash
I’m not interested in Money
All I want is a break from the Gun Heat as Street
As One Street
One Way
One Day
You get shot up and bank on
The rank
Sung the song as one doing as thank the Gods
For the odd jobs
Until the spot 
I run through the Plot
Smoke some Pot and Trip through the Grip crew
In the mix Blue

Strain back
On the X
The spot the Trip the come back
One track
One wax up in
Suction
From the above the number
One runner for the rolling thunder
One under one above
As title
One shot it the vital
As Homicidal
Thug as hide ya'll Trip a ride
Zip the fly
Rip the Eye up
Past the mind
Cut up in the blind
Much as they bust that
One rewind
One from behind
One above
One below
The Set
The flow off the rep
I glow
Into the next
The next of kin you know
Who set the flow
Up step
In the Grow Ganja
Met the whole on the
Roll the strong
The soul
I hit a Bong and
One song I sing the gong I ring
In the whole arm as the King
I Soldier at arms
Charm the fully
The Bullets groove through
The lift the Psychedelic Brew
Into
The Trip I flew
Ride the broom
Under a Full Moon


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/01/25 10:04 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873225 -

I love to drink juice
I shoot up on roots shoots and fruits
I move the leaves as One as Trees
A Sunlight
I can see a feel free
To light the lamp as Sun
Lit the camp out
Stamp out
All my Water I sample the amps as
One ran into the ban
As plan
As one from the solo jam the fold the folio
I Trip the Street like I sold you glow
As beats
Run the Sum as one had
The juice
Jam
Into and through the Earth root
Universe
I suit for the Earth to boot
I mix a mute up with the speak the crew drew
Off the Well Water
I tell myself I invest in
Suggestion caution
I don't flex when
Or where they tear off
I wear down as stare down
At a lost One
I shot the raw Sun
With the Trigger
Figure that

It’s nice
To have a Bicycle
Move it on the trails I root with
The Trip as I spit fluid
Into the groove with the smooth Lift
I open my lungs and Trip
Fruits for the hung as boots
I walk the scoot the shot off to rocks off
I title top off
Spit one
Hot sauce
The Boss
I write it raw as sight
I got the Herbs as
One word has me Jazz
Into The Bird
I ran a math up that word
As the glass cut
I rewrite tracks cut
To the chase
As Ace
Into a Bullet
Fully laced
I trip the trails
And Back Country Roads
Down in the round the corner around town when I soar up
I was born in the War
Cut the cure as fewer
Than few brewer
I spit the purer
Lit the mover and shaker Moon into the Sun and Earth
As room hit the works
In the Sun Burst
I light it first
My Gun works
I spit the core as One Burst
Max you out
Down
The Dragon
Around the town now
I light the wagon up
Staggering in the cut I bag on your front
As back as Sun from the Sky High
Trip the Mind’s Eye as length
As One Gun Shy


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/02/25 11:24 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873234 -

It’s nice
When your body works
I used
To bomb all around town
And down and back up and
I toured the World
Sight as Swirled Ben and Jerry’s Ice Cream
My mind seen the flights leave
As breather
One under grief as cold as chief
Solar Roller
Hit the colder older
Fit the mould in
I rap as bold statement Dragon
Hold your place in line
Taste divine
As laced up as Ace
I Trip the title into outer space
Through as back and soon my max move
As tracks crew
Black as
One max down the trap as Sun
Back in the Dragon
When I work again
I back and then
Back in Business 
Class makes the difference
I lit with strength
Bank on
I round town
Cake down on the plate
For it to score it cop weight
I Light some Freebase Cocaine
Hop the bus
To Downtown
My Soul Round
I Trip a Glow
Flip the flow over
When my Body Works Soldier
As I shot the Gun Burst
Into One
The worst as Sun hurts the funds up in
Struck
By the Buck
One Buck Ten
Back and then I Mic as Lens
As struck
The defend as One when I tuck the Stun as Set it from
The rest work as Death Trap the shirt off the back and front

Making Balls
The Full Body Steel
Clean
Many Complex Dances one Dream
Under the scene as One I grab
I got a Bullet
I flip the Trip as One Set
Over Meth and related
Legals
I Trip through scene blew the spot up
On top
I pop the rock
Double back Hawk
Mean to talk like I bust a Bud hype as Lungs Wipe
I Trip the stripes
Mix the mics up
Tight cut as One Over the Sun Front
To back as Magic
Guns hunt for
The One War
I slip through the front door
Or back
As my Gun soars in advanced class
I Lamp
Flip the camp over
Man
As standard brand hits the Gang
Release the slang
Of chain as Drugs
Flip the Frame over
Buds
I Rip the Blood Stain
As one over thugs
Trip the Funds
I light one
Run a tight Drum
Sum
Up in the back
As One front as lack
The Guns they CRACK!
Felt the shot from the click clack
One sack
Up on
One Gun Drawn Down
One Forest Lawn
Cemetery

One gone and buried
Suns I married into Drugs with the pair of Ganja Nugs in the Chair
I’m scary
Beware of Me!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/02/25 12:48 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873236 -

I’ve got my hand on the heater
Studying TCM

I understand the Chi and
The basics
I make Herbal concern burn the true mutations of the flew fly station
In the basement
I made it
Over bladed
With the Faded Trip
That Water float grip as one that’s dated to rip the facade off
I raw as sauce
Flip the boss over
I cross over into Tai Chi
Watch me walk over
Spit the toss over
Traditional Chinese Medicine
TCM
I make it end the pain
As One Lane Traffic
Write like Magic
Graphic
Seen the Gun as spasm

One Dragon
Flag down around
I scored a Pound of Cannabis
Found the Cocaine in the Plastic
As One wrap kick up a Spliff
I had it
I Tripped
TCM

Traditional Chinese Medicine
I turn a Herbal into Curve
Spit the nerve up
This hit is
Word Up!

Wu Tang Swords
From the Jungle Lineage
Birds tied up in
Cash
As one as eruption
Cast
The conduct and I metallic
Rush Suns
As Palace
I Light a Shaolin Sword
As I record some violence
Cords chopped
Like pops as reward
I call the Block mine
Like a Gun crime
I unwind on Sunshine
And all the Drugs Prime
As One find
One Gun I’m
Known to flow with

Roll with

I straight control Trip

Drip
Murder over flip cakes as One Sword
Come and take the other
I like no other
Brother
Fiends over the cream
They pull and tug and scream
One dream?
One light beam
One right as 
Gun Fights Ignite
On sight
Chill and smoke a Bud type
Hype
Off a fiend for pipes

That bleed
Mics
Up to wipe off
Right cost
The Trip boss
As flip
Saw this as wallet hit 

The ball it into
Spin groove
Until I move
His crew off the screw and raw this Blue
Into the fluid
Get right to it and do it
Kill the whole crew off
At cost


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/02/25 08:09 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873244 -

Smurf
A Burn
Trip the turf
Off into
Through the
Drew the
Back as crew
Slacks
One knew
As fact as 

The run had
A bag
With the Magnet
As I have in the process
Of the Block
Walk around as progress
I Pop step into
Through the Set drew
Crew in the Smurf Turf
As burn a Smurf
As earn a
Furnish the word with
The bent
Sent extra spent
Until I enter
The exempt
As back as lens
Until it trends
I bend
Bent unto I quench
I back and wrench
Until the chill
As one kill
Up in bust in
The custom
Touch once
As stuff front
For they flush
The crush down
As rush around
One ground 

Off a Pound
I plot to astound
I Lock the Town
Until a Bullet Pop!
One fully stopped
Town as Down
As one shot
In the round
For I found
In the Lounge
With the sound
I bound for
The War as core
Until I split
The four fifth
As one grip
Over a sip to
Get lit who
Trip?
Until I mix
And pick up sticks

A Smurf
Smoked to a Doobie Brothers tune
I seen one at High Noon
Plot the walk around
As ground
Pound
Hit the big hits in the lounge
To flip
One round a Smurf Trip
As jet as Cannabis
Wet
Until one Wingspan
Jam a Pigeon Wing
Ran
I Trigger sing the Sun it brings in funds
For the River Stream
Buds
A Smurf lights up
Type to puff
And slight buck off the raw as saw
A Bullet?
I claw into the follow
The all you knew ring the sing the funky
Ink
That's a junkie for the War
As ring
In the country
One born as funky
Into the core
One I Trip a Smurf flip
The Universe got a Grip
With Cannabis
I've been chill ever since I ill
With the steel
For real
Until I peel
Still with the Street down as creep
One round up in
They speak
Like One ring the hollow
For funds as all of the flow
That follows
Trip the Balls yo
Release The Cannabis As Call Close
Case
With the state as frayed and braided back up
I made it


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/03/25 11:19 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873246 -

It’s sad
When an Old School Ganja Strain
Is lost
To the cross
As modern
One shot burns up in the link as my Pot turned
The spot
One stock up on
Old School
Get a move and groove on
I move to the song as one movement
Smoke a Bong Hit
Improve it?
But some crosses ruin it
The Old School Trip
As smooth lit
The true as bent
Up in
Title to self destruction
Get my function
As stuck as
Step in Once Trip the run the assumption
That one flipped
Off Cannabis
I Rinse
The Water Fast

I run a ton off the flash
As One Bong Hit
Of the Grass
I cross it off the list to pass
Through as cash crew
Up into
I crush groove
Mix the room spins
When I kin to
The Buds
As ring the groove
Up in Suns
I been with the funds
And win
The air up in
The flair
For the Berry Punch
And one lunch
Cross up the Crunch with the stuff that smells like Skunk
That’s all anyone wanted
I hope the Old School Strains Survived the Cross as Live
I front with the sign as Reefer Kind Buds
Like some Sativa
No one grows indoor as the breed yah need to smoke some
Outdoor Heirloom or Landrace

One fan of the Spaced
Trace a round back to the Pounds of Pot
I stop
The song to light a bong as One Bud inspires a song to fire up One
Under the Sun
Growing for fun

I drink Ginseng Tea and Chill
Drinking fluids with no food
I Trip the Sun
As clip
Ones off the run
As Drug Dragon
Hum in
The numb
In the rung as one trouble
Spazz the double past one
Class
Flash the Meth Stash
We had problems
Hit Fast
One Gun up in and crash
I sum of the ash
As one Cash

Flush with the bust the twist one Reefer up and
I dust
Mix the stuff up
With one as
A Gun tossed as come across
Sum
We almost died
That can’t be denied about Methamphetamine the ride
The Trip that supplied the flip was Psilocybin
I picked
Cash the Tribe
With one vibe
Lit the ride up
Herbals
Turn the mind up into burn as defined
The Triple sign come up
WIth the spine
As one run spit the Gun from the incline
Mix the wine with the punch
As from as
One has
The Bullet crash through
Back screw into

I slip I drew as Gun and lick one
This is the proposition
When you light chemical addiction
Title as one rival
I mix the homicidal
Max and mind gel
Until I excel
In the unwind the Bell as spit the swell up
Hit the hell up
Off the raw as Trip the metal duck
One rebel
In the cut
That’s one light flash as cash
I Murder over a stash to burn up
Twist a Reefer
Earn up
I spit the teacher
One pilot as speaker
Lift your lock
Ether
I witness the neither neither
Flip the ride into the inside
The Trigger supplied one more victim
With an Ice Pick to stick em
Might flip
One Trip and you might grip
One mission


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/03/25 06:13 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873249 -

In my right mind
Water Blind
I’m spaced as Ace
As all the time
I Lit Water rhyme the slip up in the Indica and Sativa Smoke
No I ain’t broke
I believe in
Throw some Weed in your Fast and you be then
To the Trees 
Trip the seize up
Don’t freeze up like cheese
Catch the breeze cut
Down the lumber
As number I roll squeeze the thunder
One Gold Platinum
Rap and Suns react
I scatter maximum
Back and stung
One
Of they lack of funds and drums
And I scatter Sun
All over
Guns
In the roller hum
I told yah
I Sold cold brew as rolled through
Trip till I’m numb
Slip in the all thumbs
And Bums
To lit the Guns up
I Spliff as come back with Suns
One rap
I strike a match up

I laugh
Hit some Gas
Then Water Fast
Trip the ash
Up to Cash
As influx
One buck you slip up
One Gun tucked
As Lick but
I stick the strut out
To flip
Buds
Ganja
Without a doubt
Until I run out of Fat to Fast off
I slip the last Ganja cross in to win

Flip the cut up
What?
I’m a track star
Not a rap star
I sink the Bullet in the
Hard
To pull the Trigger
Margin Merge into the River
To begin to
Link the chain
As beginner Rain
I explain the Lock
As flame as I cocked
The thang
I spit some Wing Up
Bring up
Lingo
I sting slow as one know
How the Drug Ring Grow
I window
Into been through
The tint
As wind blew
You invent
Cent
I been true as
One move

Has the groove
Last as smooth
Back in the Track
I shoe in the fits that flew
Over twist
One missed
One Soldier dissed
As Gun under
The risk
As one word
The third as Bird
That flipped
Shocked the World
Sat back and murder
The turn a
Spot into a dot
The furniture
Was on the
Wrong as going as
I kick back on the chair
Snap
The dare you to down
The OZ of Shrooms round
The groove
I sound like a crew as
I move past
The Who heat up
The stash
As Trip
Relax
Take a Dip in some Liquid Lounge


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/04/25 12:00 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873251 -

I sold Pot
To a Pot Plot
Pit stop
All around the Block they Lifted
On the Spot
Roll One
Caught over the Soul Sun

As fold
Funds
Up in the run the give the funds back and run a sack
Trip the hat
As one back
As once
Had the Bud as smoke
Up to the head
As one red
Back and
Relax
I track to kick back to
I light a sack
Groove
Past the move
As Black Shoe as
One stack tools
Cast
The rule around the Fast
Guns and crews relapse
Chill with Cash
One clash
Up in the Grass
To flip the Fast over
Hit it to Ash
The Stoner
Own a
Marijuana Farm
As a who knew?
Lit the soon to rip
The Moon overhead
Set the tune
As mix
The Boom up
With the Noon Sun
All fluid
The crew rip the hundred
Guns as Blood
Rip the Suns off a Trip
And back flip
Over some Drugs
Kick back and take a sip
Of the Liquid Ticket
To run it mix it
Back and distant
Heat tracks
That’s been impact
With the run the strap
Up
To max as One From the Sick as
Drugs and Cash
Guns pulled
At last the drum roll
Off One Soul
Trip the funds fold
Up in rolled
The cold sold up
To flip the One as Sold Drugs
Numb and roll Sun
Title with the Gun
To Control the Soul
As spun over Gold Platinum
Cash

I'm about to play a game of tennis
WIth your balls
I hit the balls over to you
Hit you in the face with one
I get into
All I been through
True as the wind blew
Indo smoke
Everyone Grab a Gun
This life is for fun and funds
Squeeze the Trigger of the Gun
Every Sun rise
WIth 9 lives like a Cat
I spat at a black cat
And called a witch a bitch


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/04/25 08:58 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873263 -

Guns are there
To squeeze the Trigger of
Snub nose or long barrel
Everyone with a star
Lit like a sparrow
Charge with the Bullets
Pull it
The Trigger
No Bullshit

I didn't marry a dimwit
Dickless Dipshit chick
I got a tranny sick
All the
Call me
Walled off
Crossbow
With the lost soul

Black Magic
I sold you
Pot
I sold you Shrooms
A lot
I hold in the caught as unfold
Soul
Wings and smoke bowls
Smoke rings
All of it
In the hollow
With the swallow
Twist that
Trip that
Past tomorrow
I lit rap
I Ball yo now
But I didn’t
Always
I learned on a Ball on Meth in Hallways
Brawl
On a staircase
Pull the Trigger
On Vacation
I bear down
Taste a spare round
Lit the tear it
Flow as I airlift
Supplies in the eyes
Of Guns and Knives
Drugs of the times
As square as
I circle through as work you do
Come into the center


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/04/25 10:03 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873264 -

I smoke the blunt down to a stub
The only thing kids need in the club is Ganja Bomber Awesome with Sauce then
I boss up ten thugs to rub the heads scrub they dead dug
A grave with it still slave in the rave
Like lightning I’m lighting this sighting the four fifth
Of crisp tight in this will and say dis most politicians
I’m on a mission to legalize
Dance moves and all craze in the eyes I stay fly
Spill an A while I stay high all the time
I hit it mind style file in line for soul child children killed in the Middle East
Smoke Hashish for peace
At least release the tight leash
All this tight reach of the breach of contract with humanity
Bring the bomb back candidly
I ran some G down with my Crown
Hit the fountain and bounce then
I count to ten backwards
Then flip for a sack towards World Peace

I’m used to packing the sack in the thing for tight ring
Smoke a lot of Ganja before a training session my lesson
Is Gold hold a fold up
I rolled up
Like cold cut I strut the function
I love the Ganja like somethin’
Else off the shelf ain’t no other thing help
Like Ganja can
That’s the plan to release the cheese and freeze up
I lead tucked one gun and hum the Sun coming from behind
Leave you blind
You can’t find a weapon
I rep in this with spliff
Other drugs is dangerous
I flame with the fifth
I plead plant seed
Smoke Weed
Ganja breed hold up still it indeed rolled up
I told you cuts of it you won’t front on stunt
Just open it the gift and riff tokin’ on it
Dog gone it I long with the sticks of Reefer
Everyone seeps through caps that relax fever
In the dance advanced take a chance and split a hands down
Around they way play for I say with no delay
This Ganja is grade A


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873265 -

Everything you dream of
A Bud
Cream of
The Sugar on Top
Lit the Tops up
In a big J
As I walk I sway
One run away with the fade
Into the Sun
As trade
A ton in for
A kick it core as Liquid
I scored the ticket to ride
As with it
I mind inside
The funds as I drive
The Ones
As Ones in
Back and rub the Buddha's Belly
Turn to Jelly
And I scrub down
Rub down ask around
I'm not a thug I out the Guns down
I was never a thug
I love the town around with the Buds
As I count as cuz back as
Dubs
Lit the clubs up
Trip the stuff
Mix it with Psychedelic
Join the club
As relic
WIth the ring the bells
My ticket sells
Into you kick it and fall down a Well
Water
You felt the
Charge as large as hit the bomb
In the calm
As One Arm
I bought the farm to
Get it Buds grew
Unto the crop
I walk
Fly like a Hawk
Back on top
Trip the Block up
It's a Block party
All around the Hard City
In the Ghetto
Growing
Everyone know in
The flow
Everyone begin to hold it
In the smoke
Cough Choke
Then you feel it
For real
I remember my first hit

The Tea Ceremony
I set up for Tea
As Wet
I roll up
Brought a whole Brick of tea
As one Trip
I
See
As one on top
I Pop the key in the lock
As my Tea
Roll me free
Of the Cold stick the Ganja Tree
In the Crisp
With the Trip
I flip back on Tea
Grip
The scene the Tea Ceremony
Lit one
Down I drink
Tea
Spot the Crown on
Round dawn
Up all night
Sound the horn
As War
Torn through
This Ganja grew into A Tree
That's cool
To see it mature
As Set and flourish
All I pour Tea with the core
I brought you a Kilo
To the Tea
Feel the flow of
The roll up
Cuts the soul up
Into all night
Roll out
As I Roll Tight
Ganja light up
I take a flight as one as White
Right with the ignite
On sight
Lit the hype
This Gas Pipe
Lit the Hashish type
Roll it up
Stripe
Mix with
I hit back in Business
With the ticket
Open the spigot
My Ganja is frigid cold
Sativa
I roll a Tree into
Big window
Sun shine through as I been true as
The Ganja grew had
The Sun under a run
In the Jamaican
I like to make a
Bake a
Cake take it
Skate on relate
To the Rasta
I play a lot of Reggae Music
And move to the Groove
Slick as Noon
WIth the Tea
In the be in the
Free up
Lit the reup once more?
I know the core and slip through the door



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/05/25 01:02 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #873266 -

Old Beats

Old Streets I roll up
Cold Feet
Roll one creep up through the ceiling duct
I real in the cut
Back and front
To take a ton of
The rub as Bud
A thug hit the club lit the dub sack
I smoke a ounce and bounce
Light that round
Sight
Flip the ground upside down
Until town

I made it
Faded
Last time I was bladed I 8 Ball the Trip
Tre Eight
Now I skate
Make it bilingual
My 9 to 5 single
Jingle for the radio
To play it yo slow up
The beat in the cut I escape
Still in the make and model
Of the hot
Pull up the top off the bottle
I stop
The shots
I get it Pot
Related Straighted
Rock
I way with the made it round the Block
As they play this beat
The heat cocked
As I fade to the crisp

One up on the list
To trade mixes
Fixes up the station
Back and Lift
9 to 5 mix up in the sign the line
Twist One J up as the mind made up
By design I braid up
The frayed rope
It’s dope
I mix the mind in as soak
The wind the wind up in Water
I taught that
Roll as culture

I spit a Sun
Heard as a Gun
Word
Bird

I want to take a shit it the outhouse
A shit in the outhouse
Cat and mouse between the smell and the hell of the shit pit
I sit and strain
My brain fogs
I remain clogged constipated
Back and raw
I made it
Hot as I pop a chunk out
Spit some Bud
Down
Around town I shit in the sit the squat as walk the talk
Trip the shit I take
Make it on mushrooms
One up soon in the outhouse
Cat and mouse

I got an outhouse outside my house I ride
Trip the blind off
Raw
Cost as one shit I take I saw it pop into the shit pit
Shit soft
Roll the Trip the cross one up and lit
The boss
I roll over lost the shit into the pit I saw the outhouse
Run it downtown straight
Make nasty meat shits mate
In the date with the outhouse
You could relate as one Gun came in Chain
Aim for the shitter into the squat as Water I drink
Soft as a angel food cake
I make
Flip the rate over
Take over
Spit the lane slower
Ganja Grower
I’m the flower slower
Trip the floor fell out the door was locked
So no one could disturb me
I swerve
All over word
Shit in the Outhouse as I douse myself in flame I chain


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/05/25 09:58 AM)

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    #873267 -

It’s fun to
Run a Groove on some Drugs and Move
Light up some Bud
While you in flight in tight with the plug the Weed as Weed One
Has
The Jazz
Lifted off the Cash
One Lift has
The Dragon

Staggering
Lift the wagon in
To bring
All the thing ring
I lay back and swing
On the way back
I get way out
Trip the Blood Stain
As One Lane
Split down

The chain as hit
As One Bud I rip
Draw in the smoke
As I broke the split the Bud up as one spoken of
The broken
Does as soft as one Raw
Has the follow the law
As Wall to Wall
Ball
Hit the install a Trigger
Herbal
I turn Blue and Bell
Move true as dwell
Inside repel
As Guns sell
One L
I lit this
Hum it felt the difference
In one plummet
My rock hit
Becomes a Trip
One the Glock
Run it back and forth around the source
As one War was on
I smoke Buds
Write a Song
The Bong Hits Lift
I Trip a Trippy Meth Lick
Skippy
Buds
The Hippy
Thugs I skip the Street and rub sweet
Incense Stick

Budded Out
Not
Thug it Out
Hippies with incense
Love it bout
The Buds
As One Ton from the run it down
Drown in the Liquid Cash and kick it on Water
Mash up
Turn a bath up
Into Cash
With the Flash flux
As duck
Struck the puck
WIth the truck Sun as
Done as One
Funds from with the Buds
I Love it some
Gun
Run it sums
Up in
The Drugs over runs in
The Guns and funds
The ton of Blood
Receive the thug in the dream
That team it up with
Some Other Herbs
As 
Word as Bud Love
I move and Soon the Sun
I make room for
The tune in the come forward
Toward the Bird
As Serve it stun
One
Who never tried it
Heard the Gun
I fly it
Calm down
Without even trying round
The fullest down
WIth the Ganja Crown
Buds work it round
Pounds of
The practice the match as One
Turn it out
I serve one
Burn it down
Thugs heard around
To the ground spun
Word it’s Pounds
Come for the
Serve it Lungs
Draw in the smoke
You heard of funds spoke
Third is numb
Toke the Bird in Sun
Word as One
Bird up in
The Turn it some as
The Burner turn a
Spot as curve the run
Bud is One word I love
To hear of
As I fear a flare
For the burn it tear off
One
Word as Guns
Buds up in the Function
One as One
I done with
A Bullet it Trip
Or some Fully clip
Burn it twist
One up and
I serve a fist
One Love up in the heard it rung
Word as One
Up in Sun


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/05/25 06:15 PM)

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    #873270 -

I want to get Zooted
Movement move movies
On Groove Street
Turn up the THC
And the Ganja Chi
To turn a Key in the Lock as G
Blocks turn to spots as I Roll
I caught the Soul
As One Plot
I cold as the thought as fold it up
Raw
Done as the stroll down
The Lane I Roll Down
Explain
I hold this Crown
Told you I cold as brew as move mold as true
As screw down
Lock it
Cool down
Top it!
Don’t stop it crew around
To Pop one on Hot Sun
I knew as round a flew with the sound
Into
The inbound
I light a Heat Round
As one Sound
POP!

I light this plot up to Ice as?
One Ganja had the lifeblood tag
As one rag
Destroy a bag as one as stab up in
The cut
Once as I struck
Bust as
I duck the trust that I got in the hat I bust that
As I crush as I touch
Rush that
Up into
The new as flush back
One max on Ganja
Bring the bomb back
The Streets React
All the Weed in the Jack
As I Trees form the Map
As on track
I’m on to
As a Ganja Groove
I solve smooth
As I revolve around
I call it Round as shock
As the Blocks with the Pounds
From the shop I clock
Smoke a J and I rock and roll
Everyday
I got Blocks controlled
Just smoking Hay
And practicing blades
I lit the strays up as flames
In the night as Brains Light
One train coming
Down the across the tracks
As on strain I smoking
Aim some up in the chain
As one I remain in the lane

Smoking Weed!
While closing Case as Ace
I smoke a Cross Breed
Cross Over
Lost Souls caught a Roller
Street
As cold feet
One I title
Soldier
Fold a Trip up
As I skip up
Mix up
Get this hit cause of the side as One Lick
One Bullet
One Fully
Pull the Trigger
One hold the Street
One Gold
One
Trees as Patrol the Street
As Cold as Sweet
Ganja Leaf
One bold as
I told the fold as creep
One Soul sleep
As Sold as the Stab
One title
As one Rival
Mag
As One Bullet
Creep into
Through the Streets and into
The River Run
Window
I hum
A melody
As I Trip the slip through the lens as bends
The Light as One Ripe
Trigger might heat
One over they eat
As one had the run it bag
Of Ganja
Flag down one vital
Hold as max as one Rolled
Up into a Ball
As One Solve
I fully with the Streets as one revolve around
A Gun sound POP!
As I stop it Pounds of Pot for the Glock
Medicine I thought
A Street Veteran
One letter sent as bent
Into the Street Heat
As one Ganja Leaf
One Reefer
Sleep Suns
As creep for funds as Streets become
Done



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/06/25 11:45 AM)

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    #873271 -

The Product runs your Block
I got Ganja
Sawed off Shotgun
I revolve around
As I lounge
In the inbound
Street Sounds
I speak Greek
I flip over Heat
As One Gun Meets
One Ganja Release
As one as Street
Sum
The Product becomes
One in the Eye
As Locked Up
One design I box up
The Streets I walk down
One round
In the Product
Pounds
Of the tranquil
Hands on the rang the Gong
I hit the Bong
Twist a song off
For the long soft
As lawn mown
Shots sewn up
On Roll the Street up Product
One Lock shut tight
Aqueduct
Ignite on one saw
The bought the Farm as Arms
I got the yarn
Seen the War on the Street
A Bullet up in reach
The pull it
Trigger
One fiend I run down the Stream
As One Water Source
On the Street Beam
Of course I rock the Shores
As Split the stores
Before
I crisp I tore
Up shit
Into one lit
Guns rip
The Suns Drip
On One Lift
Live in talk Street Mind
As one design
Off sign
On the Dotted line
Streets recline on
I wind the song down as I saw a Pound
Crystal Clear as Sound
I steer off
Veer off
Into the Cross up the Green
Sativa
I Lost in the Haze
As I Lock lit the Block up
Streets I walk up and down
Crowned
Boxed up
And Sold Product
I rock
Strut down
In town
I got the Ganja Lounge
In the Triggers Down
As One found on the Streets
As the whole Town
I Box Trip the Stop the Stop as Get
Gun Threats on the Down Street Respect
As the Mountain with the Streams of Water
With the Spout then
I Water
The Trigger up
Bought a
Aqueduct
Best of the Luck with the Street Trip
I make a Street Flip

Substances
Chemical Dependance
A Drug Relationship
With the Place
That runs the case up in the buck the system
Listen
I run a Rinse back and forth as I course through the River
Gleams in the Sun
As One
I Trip the scene when Once seen on the Key in the Lock to Lock Violence
Has to stop
The Trip up in I box as Wet
I’m on a Water Fast Trip
I rip one
Rinse a Gun up
In flip some drugs
You get done up
People Run up
Run out
And Burn Out on Drugs
The turnout is staggering
Lift and wave the flag as sent as one bent in the slave as rent is paid
Due
All your crew is Suspect Too
I light a Shoe up
I move
In the Streets Soon
You Flipped and Repeated
Off the lead it
Draw the call as Unseated
Toppled Governments
Of the Populace
Increase the Murder Rate
Hate Crime
I seen a date I’m in as Prime
As My Mind
Described by
The Psilocybin
I ride a Water Fast
Lit the Tribe and Cast
One flash
I run it Cash
Past the Last In the Stash
As One suspect rub it Gun reflex


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/06/25 04:07 PM)

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    #873274 -

Advanced Internal
Chi
Training the Energetic
Function
Through TCM
Traditional Chinese Medicine
I used to read Mantak Chia Books
I picked up Orbits
Five Elements
Yin/Yang
I practiced Silat and Escrima
I found Tai Chi and Chi Gong
I’m working with advanced
Medical Practice
My flows
I hold in the folds
Turns and Twists
Of the Global Born

No War from me
I turn Tai Chi into
An Internal Legacy
Through the American
Experiment
I touch the Herbal
I study Acupuncture
My goal is to become a Doctor
I am headed for great things
With Wings!

I rock an old Bent Up
Two Cent
Street Sweeper with the invent
The Herbal Keeper
Methamphetamine Dreamer
One lean on
Past Dawn

Relax
I Fast
Got the Class Born
In the last swarm
One done up Warm
Call it form
I done it Ice
As Mics
Melt like the Price felt
Around
The Bullets astound
I’m in the Liquid Lounge
Gettin’ High
Sing a lullaby
Sleep through
The one cold dry
And reach crews
With beats
Flew over Streets
Sweep with the Broom
As I Teach
Past High Noon
Gun Drawn
One Long Barrel Pistol
One issue
One Street Bloody tissue
Come twist fool off
I got a cough
Rolling soft
Bowling

Down the lost
One way Streets get crossed
Over
Street Soldier
One tight a known
Blown the Spot
We got Herbal on Dot
I turn Screw
Into Silat


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/06/25 09:30 PM)

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    #873275 -

High Level
I turned an Herbal
Into the stir
Then settle
The Chi
Eternity
Turning the Herbs
Into the
Through the
The Energy
The Chi Changes
The mention
Of Medicine
The five flavors
The Yin/Yang
The Dragon and Tiger
The mind
The spirit
A change
Through the pages of the Sages’ Wisdom
Recorded
Everyone
With the Herbals
Turns Worlds
Night and Day
I earn a bright
Sunshine
Into Moon and Star
At night
The flights
The lights
Bright
Everyone
With the every
Let it be
Friendly
Warm Open
Soft Spoken
Tai Chi
Chi Gong
I write a song of
The Mind/Body
Medicine

I’ve got two classics
Heat
In the back seat spastic
With the thrash
For cash

I plastic now
I’m elastic
Draw String Wing
I Ball everything
I Solve
WIth the Gun Sling
The Revolve
Around rise round
Ground
To ice down
I spit a Ganja
I fiend for Coke
Spoke in my Honda on the phone about Ganja
I’m prone
To show a blown
Massive
I’ve got two classics
I wrap hits up
Like a truck I buck
Duck you
Pluck smooth
One Two
Spit a crush groove
Smooth
All I rush move
Still in it
Bust in it
Once I win it I begin to
Sing

The ring on the phone
I bring up smoke the Bone
And the Zone
Roll the Dice
On Cocaine
Snow Chain
With the roll flame
That’s all I know

Is Gold and Platinum Ropes
And Gun Smoke
Lift a Bud
Toke
Spit it one woke
Mode of the rolled
Trip the cold out

Rolled out
Spit my soul downtown
Till a Gun Sound
Like Pounds of Ganja
Found in the Bomb
Bare
As Bomb Scare
Don’t be alarmed
I don’t care
I roll flare
Bust it hold it there
Crack Smoke is in the air


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/07/25 10:35 PM)

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    #873279 -

I smoke the White
Rock
Cocaine Song
Smoke a Bong Hit
I roll up
I Trip it
Cold come correct before I flex off the next lick
On guitar as scar
I went too far
And lit an R
I Trip the bar
Off the del mar
From the Star
As one Car
I went there
Bent there
I got my lens in the air
Meant it for the entrance
The scent of Crack makes me reflex relapse
All the heat crushed the strap
As the beat Fast
One track off the Mac
10
I write you back when I sight
White in a Pipe
Little Rocks with the flocks
I bright
Roll like Chicken Pox
I White as night in the stalks
For Ganja Hawks
I run the tons off the cost plummet
When my sum hit
The drum kit
One shit
I give it one the live it
Big
One I dig and one hit the Trip
The flip off the Zip
I skid and slip
After every rip
I’m the kid
Mix the Magic with Acid Trip
In the max I back
Run a tax
Off the maximum
Crack Cocaine
Smoking
The Rain fall on my Ball

I grow and smoke the Landrace
Cannabis
Trace the Trip Back
Have a glass
Of Water
I drink so much Water
I only feel normal on Water
I ski slope
Hit a smoke a
Toke up
Psychedelic
Rolled up in the Dragon
Cold Cut
I sold shut cases
Faces
Soul tuck in the Gun
As one waste as
I run the base stance
I glance
At Outer Space
Lace a track with Cannabis
Landrace
Jazz
Off my fanbase
I hit a pace with the run as Ace
Spit a ton of Ganja from around
I down
Dragon
Pounds as I chalk as rounds
Fired off as I walk and
Around the Block
Gunfire
I don't like it
I'm Mike
Trip the type off the bike off
I strike soft
Hype up
Spit the slightest
Might just erupt
Scene as cut one
I Bleed and bust Gun back on some Weed
Perhaps
I white Sheet the track
I fiend for the War to Stop
On the Map


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/08/25 11:08 AM)

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    #873283 -

I smoke the California Grass
I open
I soak in the smoke split the rope burn
All turn
As I Water
I earn as Plot
As open as Pot as spoken as the Lock it broken
I thought of
A raw dub as soak in
The smoke
I lit it rope
Tug the rope on pokes of Ganja
Nugs
I hope
You float over
Cold Roller
Guns?
I’ve known of tons the Soldiers with Suns
I hold a Trip that runs fluid
Water
Blue light the River
Shiver after I dip in
In the kitchen I write in prison
Everyone listen about the Cannabis as I pass a J
Made a Decision
I made it as I fade with the Pot
On the Sun Rays
Chill on Sundays with the Vision
One live in
The Guns
People in prison over
Vision rose as they infraction over Cash
Run a lap around grounds
That thumb as Cap
I smoke Pounds
Ounces
Tons of Js as front as the Gun Sprays around
The Way
The Gun Sound
POP!
As no delay and nonstop
I old to sway
To the Track
I roll straight back and impact
One chain react in the brain
As one Maximum Sum of Cash for the funds to flash
Suns
Water
Over the run the River bought a lot of small bottles
I topple Governments

You get lit while Fasting
I’m flashing
Designer Jeweled Rings
One Crack Cocaine Chip
I’m lit
All off and on I sift through the dawn to Walk
The Streets Gone

Off the Rock
One sold and one on top
I Rolled
Up the Streets Blocks are cold
I Rock and Roll
My Soul is dead as hold
The money instead
In run the Street
Like the Feds
But I’m numb to beats
I run it
Back and creep

Sleep up in the Gun I keep under the Tree by my window
My kinfolk all Freebase
The wind blew
I could what begin to true as keen I drew the Heat
One Reefer Leak
Guns up the Street as Once Creep up
In my sleep
I sweep the Streets
Crack Cocaine isn’t cheap
I rebel
I run the Streets and tell you
I Trip as hell brew under they fell slew
By the sword as record
I come back every second to check it
I wreck it
Made it next lift the second
Clock as catch it
Blocks
I roll past in Stretch Limos Stretch it
Even more as War Sets in
That’s to begin
The Streets within to beam
One under as it’s seen as thunder
One clip
I Drug Runner and the flip
As one grip
Under slip up you Trip thug and drip Blood


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/08/25 07:10 PM)

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    #873289 -

Deadline
They Set as Plot Defined
I turn Red
I hurt the head
Of the jerk

I work the Church with the mortgage
I pour all the Water uncork it
The Wine
I Bullet defined
Into pull the Trigger
Spot 9
I burn it
Figure
I turn it
Into the turn twist
I hurt this
Twist a J as Furnace Lit
I earn it
Turner of the burner as off of the curve that swept the place as Ace
Regret
I about face with the Tech
Replace
All the Set
Relaced up
I taste cut
In outer space
Make it upchuck
Into they stuck
Vomit
Bust such as 
I run it Jazz
One Bullet up in the chamber
That’s fully
Has
Up in the Street to Pull Heat
One fully sweet
Up the River
I pull this 
Trees up in
The touch some
I rush then for what’s in the oven
I River flowing all they crush in
The River wind down
The Valley
As I rally
I bust once
Release the rush
Cut as front
Suns
As One up in
The Gun
Pull the Trigger then some full the River
Winds through
As my time drew near
I recline
Spot a Bullet in the rear
As One Fully
Pull the Trigger
Pull heat on the Street
One River

The Gun Owners Of America
Sent a Death Squad
In to rob the Gun Store
For the Unlicensed
Assault Rifles
I pull a title Tree
Up the Rival G
Into Eternity with Guns
Roll over Funds
Street up in the runs
As sums
As Suns
Guns
Up in it from the Death Squad pull the Trigger
My Death Fraud
I pull a Set
Job
Up the River
I Trip your Liver into the Set
As One Gun Shot
The threat
I pull the Fully
Tech
Trigger up in the River
Set
As one Gun has the trap
Into the strap
One caps up in
I Cash as suction
Flash
As function
Up in the stuck in the truck
Eruption
I Glass as the River Fast
Flowing
Overflowing the banks
From the Snow Bank
One shank from the Death Squad
The Mob as Head
Run the turn the cog
As one fog
Up in the Set
Rob
The Stretch
Over fully catch the Pull Heat
In the match
As One Street
Gun underneath the Car Seat
WIth the River
Unique
How I speak
One Bust As
The Trigger Gun Spazz
With the Death Squad
Mob
Mafia
On top of the Biz
So what’s stopping the Trigger Pull
As Jazz
I been there as track
The River Run
Funds
In the Suns


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (08/09/25 10:51 AM)

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