Thursday, January 10, 2013

her feet shot off like she had missile toes (whilst while or miss smiles of yours, piss while pleasure (peeing during sex)
and all i wanted was a kiss underneath the mistletoe 
damn start missing hoes
like we gotsome missing hoes 
fists to hold
kissed her soul
blissful nose
this old soul
dis her clothes (ditch her clothes)




talking about having an orgy and how a friend has orgies on the regular and he invites me to one cause
one of the dudes showing up couldnt come and my friend says "really!? he included you?" "no yeah really, i think he had a sexual dysfunction"lOL


(song about how you feel unattracted to girls, ) girls only looking for alcahol for fun and shit for all that


she was a vixen im fixed in my position checking out her dimensions did i mention her voluptious sensations
her body was hot but she had something not
so attractive..her mind she was behind on a couple rhymes
a couple times, as a couple mimes out moves to enshrine couple hymns
sung to one another in desperate times, a desperate dime will fuck an unwanted penny
sure wasn't funny when i figured out the game, i lost my name and had to regain what i had trained
unlearning what one learns is not an easy feat for one must retrace forgotten treks of tracks of wretched wrenches ratchet racket



i dont want to get into another round with her so i had to tapex
get some tapex

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

camel crock maybe it melaz

nothing fancy my time to shine is just a stock watch
smoking in a hot box
stuck in a locked box
trapped box, i rapped rocks
hiroshima dropped box
in a honda two seater,
the high life is the only life that's a high for me, miller
oh higher please, will her
to the throne of the ceiling and seal her
like a subject pleading for his dear life
and theyve alreayd hung his dear wife
the poor mistress, i mistrust anybody with big breasts (silicone fitted lies, im sick of sharing pies
soon he'll have his own revenue
im reving for you
fluid as cruiseeee
ships movingg or hips grooving
to music movinggg
our souls
lost control so i dont know
which road im taking
but fuck it im living life no bucks such as
the hamiltons or benjamins
ill handle tons of pressure
ill bend ya fins and make sure you swim
never second guess ya
self
we ourselves so.... we only touch top shelf
cuase what yall smoke is what yall choke
i smoke top shelf to reach the starrrss, cloak
me in your unknown
i cross constellations consider them conversations with starss
star-crossing omigarrddd
im the mann working harrdd to hardly work
no hard hat
im setting goals
getting hoes
forgetting woes, actually more like forgetting hoes
and regretting woes
im betting oh
on anyone's thats repping me..whoa
ive never seen such a supreme representation of one man's dreammmss
beforee
im speaking with more conviction
the sound of my voice thickens
everything starts clicking
my mind starts to quiet
my soul starts to quicken
my blood swims violent
im alive, sentient being
sentiments freeing
from my soul
any lost and broken parts never choken taken a hold
forget what your told and follow your soul
forget what your told and follow your soul
never borrow a goal
nobody knows where tomorrow will go

 madlib misled instrumental


homies dont refuse the flow
casue they use the soul
and yall choose to know
what yall already know
that means complacency
or ignorance
which one breeds the other?
chicken and the egg
go fucking get a head
nah in fact get an exact replica of your soul
and then smash it. and realize nothing can replace your soul
ugh.
damn that was deep
am i talking to myself again
fuck

instrumentamoe
infinite control
finna letting go
cruising for a blow
snoozing til i slow


attentiong never paid me
cause i never paid attention
thats why i never attending classes
im pretending my glasses
are something more than what they are
raybans with x ray vision
essay missing
a few key subjects
sure but yall probably see more bets
than me im not a gambler
thats a lie im a ramblr
scramble ya



spit a flow lit the dro hit a hoe hit a low brittle nose little clothes ditto yo finna blow dinner soul

wearing witches clothes
switches flows
(girls always get surgery why is that?) bitches nose


second half of 1993 duy rap is dj signify spiller instrumental


the message dr dre
start right around 30 sceonds youtube
ya i get it uhhh
its the inner struggle
where the innards rumble
youre hungry but you stumble
to the kitchen
and yes you're bitchen...
you're feeling like you dont have enough
but one look outside and you know you're wrong
half the dudes in this world got it rough
at least you got a mic to flow some songs
its absurd
how people treat other people in this world
likes everybody's got beef
you wish you could trust everyone in this world
but everyone you meet you mistrust
you misjudge
like what the fuck is up?
you just want to smoke weed and connect with every neck of the woods
companionship cooperate, commerorate co-op cocreate congregate to congratulate
compensate company calm chill cool comedy less tragedy
instead of conning and conscripting
we should all collide i mean not in a bad way
no need to hide we can have it your way
comprimise its a pormise that resides in the hands of the people
i always preach about the moments, but i see a future shining bright
for us if we do it right
we have right now and thats it so make it count
stop waiting and counting on amounts
of money that wont come unless you stop fronting
and get up
outside and live life.
treat others right
(i see everybody as a brother
dearest brother i see them mistreated, beaten and sold
in this world thats turned warm people cold
and cold people colder than ice frozen in the soul
) sing this part hella swagged out
unsure if what youre eating is right in this life
so strange fruit
beef with peeps i meat, strange dudes
step oustide on my feet, never bare
afraid, im scared ill feign poor
ill get scarred and truly i care
but (use food references to metaphors....eating the wrong things in life...reference to adam and eve apple?)

was it worth eating the apple eve? was it worth gaining knowledge
becoming conciosu?
fuck yes
no sarcasm
blunt as truthful as can be
fuck it im tired of hiding behind walls of fakeness
caked up in make up made to believe life wasnt make believe...but it was..
whatever i believe i make
whatever i make i beleive


mix this with the beat ita a love think (remix) by nicolay the dutch masters volume 1.

Monday, January 7, 2013

these niggas lacking
im packing
my damn things
me and hip hop...
aint no damn fling
but i can damn sing
so im the wedding singer
got a damn ring
married thing
thats my rap mama
whilst i wrap ganja
twirl it around my fingars
the smell lingers
i finger her bee stinger
hee hee
she honey to my bees
hee hee
she give me the heebie jeebies
meniscus to my knees
habsicus to my bees
albacus to my threes