Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Some FREE FORM OF SELF-EXPRESSION Street Poetry!!!


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Hallelujah Zhao Zhen-like Zane Abdicative Abdelatif.  Road to Righteousness Zion INI Holy Triticale and Trivial Transcendence of Tree Perception Receptors of Lifting Own Creation from birth.
Scientifically prolifically and metaphysically supreme like the sun, moon, and stars. Similes and Adjectives tragically and catastrophically catapult to the fore front of anatomy systematic setting of trends.  Take a lesson a day commandeer what you need and control the West-Indie Culture Trade Route.
Shouts out to Jack-Black Funny Ass Mother Fucker doing the fulfilling the goals, accomplishing the missions, and achieving completion of the tasks he feels are necessary to cope with the Bull Shit of Realist Surreal Reality.  This Generation is Mentally Dead. What do they need?

YEE DAT OLD REAL SHIT


MOBB DEEP SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST ILLEST
Yeah.. sendin this one out.. to my man Killa B
No doubt indeed.. without weed.. knowhatI'msayin?
That old real shit..

[Prodigy]
There's a war goin on outside, no man is safe from
You could run but you can't hide forever
from these, streets, that we done took
You walkin witcha head down scared to look
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
by the mac one-double, I'll cut you
and leave you with not much to go home wit
My skin is thick, cause I be up in the mix of action
if I'm not at home, puffin lye relaxin
New York got a nigga depressed
So I wear a slug-proof underneath my Guess
God bless my soul, before I put my foot down and begin to stroll
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies with me
and if not, they scarred, so they will never forget me
Lord forgive me the Hennesey got me not knowin how to act
I'm fallin and I can't turn back
or maybe it's the words from my man Killa Black
that I can't say so it's left a untold fact, until my death
My goal's to stay alive
Survival of the fit only the strong survive

[Chorus: Mobb Deep]

Yo, yo
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
(we livin this til the day that we die)
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(survival of the fit only the strong..)

[Havoc]
I'm trapped, in between two worlds, tryin to get dough y'know
When the dough get low the jewels go, but never that
As long as fiends smoke crack
I'll be on the block hustlin countin my stacks
No doubt, watchin my back and proceed with caution
Five-oh lurkin, no time to get lost in -- the system
Niggaz usin fake names to get out quick
My brother did it and got bagged with two ounces
I-llegal world where squads hit the block hard
Ask my man Twin when he got bagged, that fucked me up God
But shit happens for a reason
You find out who's your true peoples when you're upstate bleedin
You can't find a shorty to troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot, cause hoes like to run game
Some niggaz like to trick but I ain't wit that trickin shit
I'm like a Jew, savin dough so I can big whip
Pushin a Lex, now I'm set, ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get I'm stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull together
When worse comes to worse and my peoples come first
Try to react and get them motherfuckin feelings hurt
My crew's all about loot
Fuck lookin cute, I'm strictly Timb boots and army certified suits
Puffin L's, laid back, enjoyin the smell
In the Bridge gettin down it ain't hard to tell
You better realize

[Chorus: Mobb Deep]

We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(We still livin it)
We livin this til the day that we die
Survival of the fit only the strong survive
(Thug life, we still livin it)
(the strong survive)

[Prodigy]
Look in the eyes and get wise
Look alive, in ninety-five, word up
Hypnotic thug life, get that ass paralyzed
Knahmsayin? Mobb Deep and all that..

Monday, April 11, 2011

I Got Food, Shelter, and the Girlz.....Yet I STILL FANTASIZE about THE 3rd World

SICKEST FUCKING SHIT... YEAH SKATEBOARDINGS SO MEANINGLESS TO THIS WORLD...UHHUH WTF?

An Old Passage I wrote from a Vivid and Vivacious DreamWorld of Purple Haze

I do not know what is real any more and I am not sure if I ever will. For the past month I have witnessed the strangest things without thinking they are strange at first. It all started off with a trip to the Grand Canyon. It was a perfect day and I knew that something amazing was going to happen. I could feel the pleasantness in the warm air like the aroma of freshly baked cookies. I was sitting at a bench outside a bathroom waiting for my mother when I heard the sound of a drum. It was the most beautiful and melodic beat I had ever heard. The melody brought me to my feet in search for this masterpiece as if I was in a trance. I felt the beat deep in my soul and began to perform a dance I had never learned in the direction of the sound. All memories and thoughts from my contemporary life were lost. I danced to the beat, I felt the power of the beat, I became the beat. All of a sudden I was sitting in a circle with no faces I recognized and the rhythm road on. No one spoke, they all just stared blankly towards the middle. In the center of the cipher vibrant colors flashed before my eyes. They moved so swiftly and on time with the beat that I could not even comprehend what I was viewing. Is it possible for one to see a color that one has never seen before? I believe that I did that day and it changed my life forever. Somehow my senses got intertwined to produce a sort of sixth sense. I was able to see things that others never have through certain sound. Where did this unreal, god-like, noise come from? Disturbing, strange, and interesting images flashed before my eyes and the whole time the same rhythm played in my head. My attention was fixated on the array of spinning colors. I felt as if this was the turning point in my life and the meaning to my existence was to just witness this site. Wonder and confusion filled my head with millions of questions I was sure would never even cease to exist or be answered.

I'm Going to Start Posting Two Poems a day or short stories. Lengths will vary Please check my works out.

My First Poem dropped on net called "An Illusion of Confusion"

Thank you, stay tuned for new posts and update your mind on peaceful antics.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

TheVedaOvKrishnaDas-EFX-EPMD-Influential-National-Intellectualizm-Satan-Skated-Socratic-Seminole-Societiez

whoa dere
hmmm
wowmom
whichwayisup>>>???
im lost
youlike your own stuff alot
WHAT ELSE
???
yeah
you can't love anyone else unless you fully love yourself
well shit
i guess i cant love anyone then
wooord up
i cant continue dis conversation then

Friday, April 8, 2011

REAL INFLUENTIAL ISH RIGHT HERE

style be da mantis king of atlantis chant this put yo ass in the hamper damper fuckin pamperz