reading novels like I was Langston, Jimmy Baldwin, Donald Goines
I'ma POET specific, cold-blooded gifted, long-winded diction
from a CYPHA simplistic, wit' literary linguistics,
yo it's picture perfect prolific, damn I told y'all I was gifted -

guess I rolls like a breeze from the street,
niggaz blazin' like Immortal Technique,
yo there's no defeat, only an increase of niggaz wit' beeF!

yeah, I'ma writer, storyteller of POEMS wit' no love letters
gettin outta the pen wit' no chedda,
25 to lifE, ain't no better!

every now and then gotta buss some free-flow rhymes
been a minute, but I ain't outta time (ha-ha) . .
just ask ya dime, y'all snortin' my sh*t like coke lines
metaphorically, I'm prime time -

yo, I talk about the Unlimited Passages
them old spice niggaz that's savages,
yo, call Prodigy ask him where Havoc is
cuz in this CYPHA I wanna keep it blood raw,
I know the hood saw, a nigga like Jude Law (ha-ha) . .

before I go, lemme send some love to Puerto Rico
Tony Sunshine and a nigga named Chico,
yo I got'cha back son like Mike Jackson & Tito . .
I'M OUT . .
*exit da cypha . .

across 110th street
-xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

enter'n da cypha wit fyya
like Richard pryor i got a desire
to burn things and false hood kings call me sire
holding up little kim's lighter
under America's empire
burning militia and united troops
fruit loops caught them tiring up their boots
i'm liquid flowing thru live wires snooping
then ejaculating up like michael myers
nut nothing but
smash and grab beheading false doctrines
president say i'm tripping
counsel to the poor protecting civil liberties
ignoring their pleas
for peace
you eat up my people like the beast
leviathan
politc and politicans saying nothing at least
not worth listening
i'm doing more then just venting
beach bully feasting
on wicked cops
pop pop king david threw rocks
and their body drop
in to confession
door close convicted treason
death demeanor
i can get meaner
kieth sweat pounding tails
pulled down into hell
for 30 days in jail
fuck your self proclaim immunnity
greedy conspiracy cover up for your mistakes
frosted flakes
did you get the make and modle of that?
rat civil revolutions
rain blood
where the gangstas and thugs shake off sluggs
and lift up lady bugs call her the black woman
yeah i'm sinning
i'm winning
bending propaganda into amanda alrms
i've been charming
snakes
since bushed wacked in flordia
over uncle jed's ballots violens searing
stakes and hung from smoking trees it's the rasta religion
so how come i'm defending the meaning in their court house?

nice intro keep it banging

cursed is he who hangs from a treethe christ became the curse and was hung from a tree so i hang freely from that tree call her mary jane no pain just gain

entering the cypha . .

got hollywood coke from a new york source
but of course, they still put the carriage
before the horse, today niggaz slang on the front porch -

late night sky lines gave 'em short rhymes
too many of y'all tell lies, doin drive bys
chocolate nigga in a vanilla sky, I tell no lies

yo he lookin like a revolutionary messiah
cuz his delivery is pure dire, like criminal desire
puttin grace under fire, ya old son need to retire

these streetz got latin king$ hookin up wit bloods
from the hood, try'na free the people spittin slugz
niggaz rock timbs, cuz they hate lugz

now pops lost his job found out times are hard
no graveyard, he still got his penitentiary card
like gotti goin hard . .
pissed wit a black fist since they say hip hop don't exist
yeah they on my sh*t list, yo I'm still pissed

now i'm studing proverbs like yoruba
linked in like fidel's cuba, you still bermuda
while I smoke aruba wit' red & black pumas . .

exit . .

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

i speak in tumors
from the heart rumors
cry smear culture eagles are nothing more then vultures
money's little sister
representing the flag stars opress brothers
stripes are really bars
too many drinks on the rocks sluggard drunkyards
to many held down
did you see the new tennis shoes for kids? shackle down
did you hit the joint then you saw the most high fround
training them young
i see you coming around
the tree of life proverbs and psalms bound
to my neck out of respect
no fear
no tear
just spooning jubilee
celebrating a hellavu life

cypha ends
no more pain

cypha rizen
fro da ashes
like pheonix
no crashin
idolizin nuthin
free from the boards of
niggaz fruntin
fillin lines wit letters
goin no where
telephonics
how ironic
this place aint
for supercalifragilisticexpiallidocious
animated cryers
makin flyers
for pipe dreams
takin prisoners
like da police
locked wit bars round minds
open the cerebral cortex
vex the hex
inject
no more venomous lies
try the hearts chamber
to your surprise
there still is time
to revitalize
the dead letter Poets
no demise
as for this
drop another one
before it turns to dust...

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder




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"The more you reveal of yourself to the spirit-of-the-thing, the more the spirit-of-the-thing will reveal of itself to you" -Miyamoto Musashi

a note man i love what you did here pure art

"keep pennin till the earth birth's your rightful seed then nurture it wit more ink..."
ASIEM
"Kuun fiyah Kuun" Quran
(Be and it is)
" A writer takes his pen to write the words again that all in love is fair" Stevie Wonder




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your peice was a good read
nice to see u
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I’d rather sojourn into self till I reached the epitome of spiritual splendor
Haters fender bender beat down and ostracize the dreamer
But its more than dreams when the inner light is revealed through the cracks of façade-stephanie (me)

entering . .

yo gotta protect my neck, what's next
don't tell me y'all on freestyle sex
rolled up condoms, don't get vexed
foxy & kim got'em in check, respect
back in the cypha like kane did abel
naw son this ain't no rap fable
don't do the fairytales
I know too many brothers in jail
court case pending, won't prevail
fugitive on the run, watch me set sail
and bring it to the cypha cuz I got'cha
just like I was david copper . .
ain't no field in the hood it's all real
my man Jamar still try'na get a record deal
takin the red or blue pill listenin to Gil
the revolution will be televised
for your eyes, still searchin for the prize
just like Maya, and still I rise . .

exit the cypha . .

a decade of struggle
-xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

enter the cypha...

I'm sick with the vocabulary,
I'm takin the rap game by storm so all i need now is Halle Berry.
Now that there's a lot at steak like Salisbury I'm colder than January
my flow is unsanitary.
In other words nasty and if, you grill me like a ham and cheese sandwich
get your family damaged.
I mastered the english language, so some fans demand I speak spanish,
if they speak espanol so they can understand it.
verbal mechanic and the rap game needs a tune up, i pack flames to light
you up like mary jane buddah.
different day same shooter, and the way that im spittin it is ridiculous
as if my rap name's luda.
Cris'mas rappin cause i got stage presence, shootin the weddin gift or i'll just engage weapons.
and here's my proposal, i'll let Kurtis Blow you out of the frame then throw you in the garbage disposal.
I'm an artist with vocals goin retardedly postal and that's directed at
all of you folks who.
Think its no holds barred like spittin bars ain't got no rules,
i'll hit you in the jaw with a glass jar of cold soul food.
what the heck does that mean I don't know do you, they told me it had to
rhyme I'm just doin what I'm supposed to.
I'm on that Next so most of yall can't get Too Close to, what I'm doin
right here I make the newest ideas.

- Monev360

Yeah, guess whose back again
Keeping you boys down like the vatican
Mic smoking like I'm crackin' it
Heads turn like I'm backstabbin' it
Yo, but enough of the nursery rhymes
Your weak rhymes....is really hurtin' me guys
And word to the wise, I grip your girl
From the hurr (hair) to her thighs
And murder her I'm, the most wordy on the mic

And I hail, from IGN's HHB
Step to me and you'll see how this A-K be
Ya girl textin' like "hey bay-bee"
You wanna meet shoot me a message like OKC
I'm shooting like OKC
With Durant, my hands let the rock go like the KGB
Make you dudes history...like A & E

All off the top excuse the sloppiness in flow. haha

I be on the mic like William Griffin the great,
seven seals ordeal still tipping my fate,
check my melody, microphone fiend since seventeen,
fury-fied freestyles illy in place,
let the rhythm hit em in the dome piece similar to jeromes niece home from her trip to jones beach,
nasty nas in me, little bit of pac,
little riddle with the glock when i ask big pop,
pa who shot ya?
glance at the image, whitey with the tone, loc' musta been another em in em,
many men feelin him, 50 cent, get rich or die trying and it still commence,
conglomerates anonymous, never reveal, jay ziggas with the swagger still benevolent feel...

Intoxication, my voicebox rocks the nation
Sweet affiliation, the Doe Or Die situation - Az

entering the cypha . .

just the other nite stashed 'bout a quarter of hash
in a socket fresh out da pocket, it's gothic
like vampire tales & skinny rhymes that's frail
3rd eye closed try'na read brail, F plus he failed
go back to the lab young black america
while freddie blows his harmonica
thinkin 'bout the cypha he missed, he's pissed
30-love, now he quits, only to score a bliss
understand there ain't no never-land
only mob men wit' gun in hand, the punk ran
now it's 25 minus the hype, for a thug type
slangin' the pipe, we only pick rhymes when they're ripe . .

across 110th street
-xxx

they showed us phYsically, we could reach infinitY, but mentally, through the century, we lost our identitY
-Rakim

strange fruit dangled youths from tree smoke
exotic visuals ... preform toxic miracles ...
lamed mental stamina ... blurred vision
time to change the wiper blades ...
they riding in the rain ...
same hydro the plane ... game changing rapidly...
liquors pills ills foam the yea mouths rabidly ...
skills lacking the essential amino acids ...
told them carrots blinding third eyes ... living like savages...
same clothes... three day old ...
they in the same package ...
so when history repeats ... they in the same wrapping...
leading cast ...Judas faced ...waiting to yell action...
so they can stunt and front ...
with they pumps in the bumps ... mamas son's
fathers none ... who taught them how to run...
can't raise the seeds ... but willing raise a gun ...
can't nurture life ... but willing to take one ...

<<<hold up hold up bring it back>>>


there's a war going on... all black everything ...
all white cracks ... S1 di~a~mins...
all chromed out ... jet black tint ...
all zoned out ... half way bent...
weed smoke clouds ... ac vents...
spade all bottles ... mo cash spent ...
whip so fresh ...a$$ soo big ...
linked up neck ... fresh cut wig...


seen em from the cut like ... crush grove .. fresh outta the lex lug...chic wrist clutched like yess dude .... best move ... chest not checkers... red bout to get catch it ..like orphan Annie ... blood splash her face like she needed the freckles ... shorty reminded me of faith Evans ... they had a beef ... now it's a murder scene ... handle ya biz kid ... he replied "nah i'ma catch him while he clean"

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yeah I'm in slingin yin with yang slang and wang that'll make her underwear hang while your main thang sin 'n drop twins starting her own gang in just under nine months with that goes for all your fine cunts time don't fly time hunts and it's no wonder your dime wants when she sees how when I get mine

*flaunts*

neither here nor there not about to waste the life
spit the finest extrodonaire from outer space in low light
there's no fight not already handled I spit supernova and blow out the mc candles
my birthday lasts for epochs I own all these periods
you been missing me in the worst way for an Age
I'm all the rage you too furious
I spit gems for heroes and peons accross eras and eons
chronological beyond your logic you can't find this
temporally speaking I'm Practically Geological... timeless.

Pass the blunt
Fire up the bong
Empro enta'' rhyme quick to get up in ya
Strike dricect to & through ya centa'
Got the whole world singing my song
Riding dirty...
Lance Armstrong...
I rep the city of smog where the game is shifty
Thats why with this craft I remain nifty agile ability
Move so swiftly
Miss me with the nonsense
I am not he
Higher than a tree be this emcee that's partial to the finer things
MJ wit the flow
All about the rings.