...i'm lookin at vets wonderin...in fact...they starin back ponderin...class divide, we survivin....in the emcee pit...i see some of y'all poets fumblin...im mumblin, been tryinna master ya craft, damn....let me wipe my brow i give it up...respect....okp is cats n'feminens...love n'scattered brains......confessions bout the tip...yo, keep that down gentleman...we givin these ladies weapons to fight us wit....laughs...topics n'hot scripts....some of the illest emcees and poets wit skills to make ya flip....if ya feelin it...unity..let's build it wit our personalities...get on the boards wit ya gift and let's collaborate....ayo..let me elaborate...freestyle board....no emphasis on ya age..or ya face...or ya race...show us what ya got to say while ya got a voice...who's down?...let's post....

...tek...lil brother derelict...white skin...give me a sedetive..my anger..beyond reach..been tryinna patch this beef...mystery..revert to history..anotha time....anotha seed..imma plant mine in the young minds of the street...the rooks...love that script.."uh huh. yah..i felt that rip"....lets get rich..invest in the young...vets...begin to teach...imma be on time if ya call my rhyme n'rewind where my flow lost it's beat.....whoever control's the past now..control's the future..community, let's build...i got a brick..but ain't no concrete grow on trees...

askin u, to slice the meat...purge defeat and stomp ya feet....a drum..in unison is it...unity, the fabric of this rhyme is leather hide...place ya print...a cypher of this kind is built...to break the barrier between us n'family...a quilt...to be stored in mind for unwind n'remedy...fist raised high..no pride...no flesh...how we gonna march n'dance whence we clash...culture bash...tryinna learn bout urs to know the differences....here is a piece of mine..take a bite and spit it back...who are you? i wanna know, what u stand for...we all do word ya best...ya stance on politics, relationships, it don't matter...jus as long as we, do it here, and do it now, together...unify...u n'i...let us lay the finest rhymes for the archive righ.......

unity.

let's play ping pong ■

the message is no stressage/
I pass this unto the masses/
it's lyrical relief tactics/
ignited by verbal matches/
this static can be adjusted/
these burners will become rusted/
false skills eventually faded/
Bling Bling stylez carbon dated/
and the imaginary of pain I feel when I view weak game/
is nothing to my agression when its directed into thier frame/
these lanes forever reserved & restricticted to herbed lames/
this game/is not one, hot ones will burn frames/
cocked guns and pawned chains/
eff that, time for a change/
swords to plow shears, before and after results/
come reppin that gansta BS, then attack is my impulse/
neck yokes and verbal knife pokes, then I show ya the door/
the pre stages of war, to return to whats pure/
Its the true OkayPlayers I rep for/
nothin' but respect at the core/
for my Bro's/Sis's my blood pours/
playa what about yours.../

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stellar. this was felt.

peace.

let's play ping pong ■

"motivate multiply or else we'll die" - guru

If you like live band, jazzy Hip Hop check out: www.ThePressProject.com

staring at a mask of my own creation/ i see the need for a halt to procrastination/ past the basics of government masturbation/ i find myself drowing in the tears of a divided nation/ where peers argue over fears of might and power for years/ hardly containing the lies and how they sear/
political scar tissue SARS isnt even the issue/
we gotta a respetory disease and its what the government gives you/
saying hold your breath and stave your contests/
while they paint the picture of a hegemonic crest/
your damn right we have to unify/
survive and strive to keep ourselves alive/
only then can we dry our eyes/ and pollish the peoples cornea thats been scratched with lies.

much love

If you like live band, jazzy Hip Hop check out: www.ThePressProject.com

yah...this drop was next level...loving it.

peace.

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My heat is heart-art kick start spark/
beyond words my verbs are hard charged/
channels, curved esses blessed with large/
successes, tests passed credits amassed past/
the lessons, now the seconds are guessin/
the stressin has lessened, fuck smith and fuck wesson/
fuck prozac, stay pro-black and fuck depression/
confessional flowbacks make mutual contacts/
facts are facts and new pacts break oppression's back/
stacks of crap crumble, like stung bees they bumble/
while the humble rise in compromise, it's no surprise/
truth trumps lies, it happens every time/
true hip-hop flies sublime where everything rhymes/
in a single vast ocean, if your ready it's heady/
if not it's commotion, never doubt my devotion/
I'm ready, not boastin/a new night's approachin
unified's the notion/and love is the potion




new cuts: Balance pt.2, Power Is Truth, Future's Reward--try it you'll like it...http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm

http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

what is love? tell us....that was mad dope.

peace father.

let's play ping pong ■

Underground commercials for lyrical pharemone dispersal
Never-ending circle turn black hearts to pink and purple
Intuition spawned tradition lost and found through repetition
Torches pass and drop from infinite positions
Young and old alike are forced to listen

Ugly didn't know itself, 'till mirrors started talking
Now we build machines to abandon our unique advantage -walking
Impaired our sight with lights, and now we think we see at night
Truth be told, without our eyes we'd probably use our vision right
Yerning for a reason just to fight

well...
Use the tool of tissue between your auditory receptors
Never let your heart be out of sync with its' reflectors
Impede all of the current that conducts within your sector
Truth is tiny details added up to play director
You are a magnet -whether you a school bus or a garbage collector

yep

..this was mad wisdom...


new cuts: Balance pt.2, Power Is Truth, Future's Reward--try it you'll like it...http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm

http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Spread, i have no words man. DAMN!!!!! i am blown away by this piece. Master of Ceremony indeed.

peace.

let's play ping pong ■

and thanks for the subject. This is really the only freestyle board post I've been feeling in a while, so I responded. Keep droppin 'em
piece

yep

Father protect us, the blind
men with heavy brooomsticks I saw
chased away the unforgivable spirits that linger
'round midight
along with the trees
it was time for clensing
antibiotics
remedy for the Doctor of Rushing hills, Prophet
oh excuse me profiteer
he juggles desires of MAN

clever cat, kitty where's your courage gone


Miles told me listen
sorry we only speak music

.......stare me in the face! What nights can you remember

your secret
know one ever knew the
obsession
Jack the rippler
secretly hid for young men
the gift only womon kno
womon spit fi're
womon JAHJAH
so he dug her open
dug her bosom
dug her womb
killed his kind
what his magician's hand did not find

Now I run searching,swordwoman of the Keodara Clan
for the footprints
Pablo kissed his eyes with the lovemaking
of U>>N>>I stand alone
dependency of our shoes
hand woven by our childrens, mothers hands

Brother, Sister, I am guilty of it too
Ciquaretto addictions
take a breath
of me
with you
and when you close your eyes
muse on truth
know that I only want you on my stage
paperdoll
I make the millions of your life
Do you have bare hands for the whore
automatic tricks for free
my chains

She can spank kick
and raw hide
Captian
Ride that ship
Capitan
I anchor the seven seas
Father I confess
murder
when whore becomes preist


You smile
company that plays dead
these walls
are my mirror
I no not of clear perceptions
my art
abstract

A childhood of ghosts
my loved ancestors
the Earth
the wind in my lungs
we've traveled far from the Mekhong
far from the lover
my blood the keeper of his
longing
before you go anoint my eyes jarchanda jasmine
oil
dancing intercourse
sweat of yous upper lip
full
ripened for birth

Poet you are the strongest believer

Keodara, in dedication to Buddha Solace and in hopes of finding you

ill shit!

"It is a rare privilege to be born as a human being, as we happen to be. If we do not achieve enlightenment in this life, when do we expect to achieve it?"
Echu, Zen poet

A childhood of ghosts
my loved ancestors
the Earth
the wind in my lungs
we've traveled far from the Mekhong
far from the lover
my blood the keeper of his
longing
before you go anoint my eyes jarchanda jasmine
oil
dancing intercourse
sweat of yous upper lip
full
ripened for birth

i can't believe you put that down like that. powerful.

peace.

let's play ping pong ■

thank you, I been a drifter here and decided to take those steps

the lies burn my eyes corrupted
ties teach not to fear them and so
we dont see clear blinded from birth
multimedia the curse which we turn into a blessing
spreading the message deep my souls defending
our ways because it seems we are guided
or led astray governments and systems
cogs and pistons is what we play
predetermined fate with race spread hate
but wait the pawn can achieve a check mate

but wait the pawn can achieve a check mate...

ha. nice drop ruk. no doubt.

peace.

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Talk of Unity...
all I see is "battle me"
in this hiphop community.
Biggest egoes bruise easily
Deflated and lash out at every unit, B...
Crabs in a bucket,
Throw jabs and say fuck it.
Not really working toward blowing
but wondering why we're here stuck with
Frustration. Stagnation. A Dead Talent pool nation
bent on proving who's got skills,
But not focusing on elevation.
I know we all got something to prove,
BUT LETS MOVE!
We can make noise, but can we make progress?
Help each other improve?
Network. let's combine some net worth.
Put that money toward the neckwork,
THEN get royalties dispersed.
Too many shut the fuck ups.
Too many i'm better than you's.
Too few yo, i have some input: take it or refuse.
Too long a list of same old shit that's been abused.
Too short attention spans.
Too many a short fuse.
Too much talk about outsiders ruining the trade.
Too little doing something with all of the music that we've made.
Unity in hiphop: Walking along the edge of a blade.
But i'm calling for it now in this little tirade.


blah. in block today. i tried tho. peace.

~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gotta Hotter Ink Blotter
~~~~~~~~~~~~

....nah fam, I thought it was dope...


new cuts: Balance pt.2, Power Is Truth, Future's Reward--try it you'll like it...http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/geometrymusic.htm

http://www.GaryPatrickGarry.com

"I'm stalling in flight
Hovering over horizons
Waiting for night"

"My turn to speak in tongues"
--Photosynthesis

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

Got me up in the cypher like Mos-Def-finately
Screamming "I have a dream" M.L. King
I awake from the years when fam's would close doors in the faces of different races especially black faces,
As I retrace this his-story with poetry,
Sharing my life's imagery,
Eye's read and feel the tears from my tender center,
Reaching for love I felt in here,
OKAY reduce the I'm a better poet/rapper/writer,
Continue to express and I'll read your every word,

WORD.

Power in the WORD

I'll read them until your fingers tire

Keep writting, we have Unit-y here.

Part 2: and I'm feeling the need to write about the glow in your eyes,
((Community Rise))
((Applaud))
I admit to love
Redeeming us
Full of the crush
I stare at your demise
Creator of the Sky's
Blessed us with the connection of the Sun
We absorb and become bronzed not tanned
They don't understand why the earth hugs us
Embraces us,
We are apart of the making
Of the sands
When we care for the soil as we should
The deplenishing solar will know the love is coming from the Sun people,
Let's show love.

Earth Sister's Stand

felt. no doubt. unity up in here!

peace.

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we learn through what we’re told
word of mouth, she gets around
we proclaim and profess the profane and profound
through our soliloquies.
and as a piece of carbon with poetic abilities
it is my moral mission
to be part of the oral tradition.

whether it be bill hicks rants as political tract
or “i have a dream” as a physical act
they speak your minds.
however it needs to come
whatever form takes manifest
from comedian to griot to poet at best to those who are trying to be.
these are the folks who speak smoke signals of society.
and we converge to learn the gossip
turn off your cel phone and listen to the prophet
word is bond, son, and you can’t stop it
when i speak your mind.

i speak it
word for word
and letter for letter
i tell the tale well
but my grandpops told it better
and even the best kept secrets get out there eventually
so we tell stories to help preserve our memories.
it is my moral mission to be part of the oral tradition.

giving you weekly world news with word views
told from the dudes soaked in the world’s blues
and the goddesses so honest that they become your daily jazz riff
they raise you from the dead
like lazarus
loose lips sink ships so i know it might be hazardous
when i speak your mind.

(and i hear all this talk about old to the new
but i don't see a posted poet from before 2002...!)



i'd say up...but instead i'll say...more.

slim

-----
"You Sensitive Bastard", Rob Sturma's latest book of poems, is available directly from the author. It's a pretty book with a real ISBN number and everything.

www.myspace.com/robsturma

ratpack, this was science. im lovin the flow in this. damn.

peace.

let's play ping pong ■

i will speak on love...

~the offering

i do not believe in god,
but for you,
i give my soul to any offering your protection,
i will offer my lungs, and my loins,
to solidify the hue of your eyes in the movement of time,
for generations, not born yet,
need guidance just as i,

i will not eat ignorance,
for such fruit, is the fruit of folly,
queen,
in arms,
i will roam beneath the soil and collect oak roots so that i may plant you a garden worthy of your strength,
forgive me for sounding so arrogant,
i am a man you see, and thus i am guilty of insensitivity,
take my heart,
as the softest part of my being and wash my hands for they have been darkned with blood,
i live in night,
eyes shut, wide open,
mouth, screaming, violently fearing,
hold me in my release,
and help me be free of this!
madness which tears at my spine!
riveting, like pine, i tremble, as trees that lay dead on the surface of the earth,
rustling,
ever so softly,
like broken breath,
i would destroy them all,
to keep you safe,

i want to tell you that i am still alive,
somewhere in my beaten body,
i feel traces of electric currents surging through still functional nerves,
i want to reach out and touch you with my arms,
i want to feel the sensation of your hair covering my back as i,
fetus of the forgotten,
find fire in the liar that i have become to be honest with you and lay by your back,
in love with you,

so much too long to understand the consequence of my childhood,
i abused myself, my mind,
and grew wicked foliage in the furthest reaches of the sun,
where even ultraviolet rays do not seem to fuel my cold,
i accept cancer as the poison to my rage,
a fair trade,
considering the root of my being has been cut,

hold me, and remember....

when you in my arms held first, the loving man, i was, free of sin, worry, or death,
i have spent days in hell and i have loved the devil,
but, no longer,
heaven, where you always remain,
whence i slowly make my way,
is far away,
but hope is possible with a single thought,
i can smell the surface dew,
the basement,
is no longer suited for my shaken heart,

i need you,
i need your love.

---
the pursuit of fame and fortune
leads to shame and misfortune
-tao

cats losin tryin to win with lies
cats losin the point its a u-n-i tie
we expressin our lives
married to the times like many wives
if solomon was wise
then all i have is my eyes
all i can see is land and sky
a fifty fifty divide,
sometimes a lil off comparin the time
between the dreams and the days
between the accomplishment and the work put in in the phase
runnin in a daze in circles
spittin out purple haze i aint even cypherrin bout how i could hurt you
just cause im wilin dont mean that i wouldnt rather be smilin
why you gotta put every mans into a filin
system, where u diss them, dissassociate them from yoselves denying
the earth that all our roots is drawin on before we step off straight flying

((wo))

Talk is cheap --
So "Unity" won't keep
Unless the *LOVE* is screwed down tight
Vacuum sealed in understanding
Landing on principles & POV's --- lightly
Sharing love, knowledge & respect --- nightly
Clinging to circumvention -- tightly
Wrappin' words around your cypher
Streamin' flute melodies like the Pied Piper
But don't follow me --
Follow your heart -- Your mind -- Your creativity
Exhale negative ions -- Inhale Positivity

Refresh -- Renew -- Re-Unify


(((Inhale))) -- (((Exhale))) -- (((Breathe)))


I feel betta now BarTek -- ;^) -- Thanks!

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

Ayo
Okay players/
In layers upon layers/
Unified/
Why?/
U-N-I-T-Y/
That’s right/
Illest flow illest cats you’ll ever find/
Can’t deny why other fam’s get left behind/
Look around check the post, thread n’ spread/
Can’t deny/
100,000 skilled Emcees stood side by side/
Amongst players, sayers and poets/
Watch us lay it down, watch us flow it/
I never seen so much talent before/
If ya’ll come correct then ya’ll know the score/
Cuz like diamond we shinin’
N’ rhymin’, sky high and/
Soarin’ n’ scorin’/
High marks Emcee test/
Ain’t fucked, can’t fuck with the best/
And with God we blessed/
Black, white, young, old United/
OKP party? You know you’re invited/
Wise up/
Eyes up/
Not short sighted/
Torches lighted/
No love unrequited/
U-N-I-T-Y/
You and I will see why/
God damn/
We hot fam/
Layin’ it down like no one else can/
OKP 4 LYF.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>
Mystic mindset, Travel at warp eight
Flash-Back to my very first taste of hash cake
Oh lord i feel so sensual
And every now and then i get a great sense of WOAH!

Roots Manuva (UK Groova)

Ayo my man Tek got a point.. lately we got a tendancy to disappoint, at least I do.. I can admit it, so how 'bout you? I remember a time when words went beyond lines, before the split and after the hate.. In the land of the co-signs.. We spittin' like we in the land of the signs.. just tryin' to get mine, Love turned to hate and cooperation to whine.. Bloodwine spilt over pads, pens, and a site with the volatility of landmines, Full of great minds.. Sometimes I slip, but we jus' gotta keep tryin'..



MIIIIIIIIIIIIIND blank.. Sorry... if this doesn't fit or if it sucks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sig-

"I wandered around darkened hallways,
Lab-rynth, filled with,
Blood vessels and plasma,
Caught glances of windows-
Peeking OUT, exoflective,
Invective messages left on my own voice mail..
And by looking out from within?

I

*sorry this took so long, but i actually wrote this for my mom to perform and it fit this theme, i was shocked that the theme she wanted was the very same as this one, so i decided to share it here as well, simple but real, pizzle*

u-n-i-t-y
u-n-i see why
we need one u-n-i-versal tea time
I freeze time
Along moments past
Participles dangle
Way above star spangled
Our banners leave our
American dreams strangled
By society
Com-unity drowned by the sound
Of just ‘I’ and “me”
I flee crimes of a naughty nation
We climb over our haughty separation
Competition is cool
Ignorance is a blissful blessing to fools
Idle hands are the devils tools
so sign language is heavenly PEACE…*throws peace sign*
An essential piece to what the deaf and dumb
Politicians need to hear
That u-n-i fear the unclear
And we’re tired of having to peer
Through obscure acronym’s veneer
U-N-I equal WE
U-N-I is the prequel to unity, one UNIT-Y?
Because birds of a feather, together, fly

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

I walk with the thoughts on the coals of the cold hearts
manipulating spots like I was the prof switching connecting the dots assigning the seats releasing the cause with a motive to effect change down the grapevine shake twine like vending machines dropping dimes forbidden fruit of the mind when I take mine over the top

Dispatch a task of infested patch of city goblins/ Who split how many freaks with box cuts of a high road bellow/Heads ripped! Watch red bricks turn yellow/Sort of similar to most backbones at camp Icarus/ Raw feelings start congregating at pamper for bic

Can we get an ARCHIVE?

can we get an archive?

cn we gt N archive?


Can we?


KnowONE -- KnowOne -- NoOne -- no1

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

n/m

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"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

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