i just got a macbook today or whatever. and i'm sitting here half-listening to lupe, half-watching grey's anatomy.
i know i should be doing more with my time but eh...
i'm about to go through these songs, pay no attention

don't ask if i'm cap-tane
ask if i'm hap-pay
hap-nane
hap-less hatching that hash in that ashtray
actual-lay
i gat hazardous pay in that fast lane
shat mayne, they 'hack' into my hard drive
casual-lay
cat they
got me agitated like assplay


or just the way that i'm spelling

shit.

fk.

bitch

this, the sickest gift of sadistic shivers; lk blistered livers on mystic rivers
bitch get it, i'm killing linguistic critters with shit as ugly as twisted sister

or sisters twisting sisters with shriveled tits and clits big as snickers
pussy Lips big as jiggas...pause.

fk.

turn this up, i'm turning to an alternative:
off learning the reward earned for spurning the clown

altering your autonomy
often all into the economy
of turning you Down

i learned my ground:
burned the dirt, pushed the rock, pocketed a big stick
worshipped my earth, Bush-i cropped, chopping the prick twigs

come stand with a man raised on fishsticks
young clam in a maze of fish nigs
fishless
still learned to fish with... shit but his dick and a wishlist

dang, you nice son...

i mean, really.

you actually inject the 'play' into wordplay...

===========================

"Pimping ain't art...but grabbing guns is?!"
(c) Menphyel

"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole,
just a particular era that happened at the same time as
I was actively checking actively for new music."

>i learned my ground:
>burned the dirt, pushed the rock, pocketed a big stick
>worshipped my earth, Bush-i cropped, chopping the prick
>twigs
>
>come stand with a man raised on fishsticks
>young clam in a maze of fish nigs
>fishless
>still learned to fish with... shit but his dick and a wishlist

This was all sick..

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

i'm getting tired of typing.
ire at 'why are you writing?'
'why aren't you mic'ing?'
why?
guy, i ain't just typing
i am enlightening
this is lightning
ite, i'm lying
striking twice
in continuous type
cuz i'm frightened

not of 'not hot', 'not pot' or strange folk
just on my balls, in any court...
i don't want to end up like 'the game' folks

stood at the foot of the grave, talking to malcolm
teary eyes trying to apologize for the outcome
we out guns and take out sons, take out food that takes out gums
make out moods that make our sons,
take off running and don't take our sons
gentrification, they take our slums,
put in commercials, make our wants
we rent, they take our ones
we ...

fk.

...ppl like you & Elzhi & Weezy (yeah, i said it!)

make me believe in the power of rhyme again...

sincerely.

===========================

"Pimping ain't art...but grabbing guns is?!"
(c) Menphyel

"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole,
just a particular era that happened at the same time as
I was actively checking actively for new music."

that's probably the biggest compliment that i've ever received on this board.

and i appreciate that.

sincerely.

good to see you around, big homie.

stay awhile, type something.

for that good collab...my inbox is always open.

for serious.

-

what it is whateva, 'preciate that.

i didn't know you was a Lesson geek like that...

me, you, seraph, KnowOne...

looks like the Free/Lesson moonlighter count is going up...

sidenote: aren't them MacBooks sweet? goodness...i use one as my work laptop & the sheer giddiness factor alone is undeniable.

===========================

"Pimping ain't art...but grabbing guns is?!"
(c) Menphyel

"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole,
just a particular era that happened at the same time as
I was actively checking actively for new music."

if you two collab (sometime soon), i will not fix spaghetti for two weeks! that's big, cos i can only cook but so many things


"More great than song." - Ted Berrigan

http://www.myspace.com/notebook00

>i will not fix spaghetti
>for two weeks! that's big, cos i can only cook but so many
>things

you and me both tho, breh.

i tell every sister that i meet that i can cook.
but everything that i cook is just some variation of spaghetti.
i put 'seasoned salt' in my shit and act like
by just doing that,
it's now a diff. dish.

spaa'aaghett'i a'la mclowry's andshit.

.

first tho.

no diss, i think the atmosphere in there is genius.

but if i don't lose an arm, break up, or just do something that'll have me ready to attack

then i can't really run around over-arguing about everything.


shrug.

just a personal thing.


that lil wayne post tho...yea.


yo, i have the all white (pause) macbook. and yesterday i caught myself pulling it out of its case like it was my first HUFFY.

overly proud for no damn reason

I needed to say...
I love your words, we all can relate
Main love comin from Sydney


****VERITAS****

that after being here for awhile...

things like:

>I needed to say...
>I love your words

and

>this shld be good - zin

and

>classic - shakeet ( ay sha, i know that was directed at lupe but eh... i'm taking that)

wouldn't mean much

but truth be told, that shit is excellent.

'preciate that family

Classic

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

i be check in this post ...it it turns out to be anything like ya last one you did like this this should be good

sig.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Guess who's Back

*nods*

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Pinwheels and HulaHoops|the book
http://www.lulu.com/content/132318
http://msmind.blogspot.com|the life

La magie, est dans ses yeux.
le prodige est dans son âme.

liquor.

i'm switching from rhymes to literature

everything above this post is liquor; everything below is food:

-----

Her stoop:

wicker bones on concrete

a scarecrow in a butternut shawl

singing:

"Oh Lord, Oh Lord, This world has the fruit"



The street curls and women full of mirrors bustle by;

love in hand, love in tow,

apologies wrapped and set atop

neat


She is taken in and cuffed to the backside of underthoughts:

a scarecrow in a butternut shawl

Her song

floats free

finishing

un-noticed

"But forgive us Lord, for it is far too late once we know what we do"

This one here kills it! Damn, I mean...damn.... so imaginative, well thought out, well written ...damn...

just plain damn.

www.anthologyfmn.com

Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
(available)

The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av

with fettered palms

i

melt my knees into soil

and sing:



THEY WERE BRILLIANT


they

were



diamond stalks


drinking
the sun
through ruby straws

and i

can't remember their names


i

can't


move

my palms

because they are too heavy with hope, so

i

carve my knees into nature's grin

crying


deathly afraid
because

i



i am brilliant

and they won't remember



they won't

& i'm keeping it

>crying
>
>
>deathly afraid
>because
>
>i
>
>
>
>i am brilliant
>
>and they won't remember
>
>
>
>they won't

...i didn't think anyone else on this earth except me...

felt this/experiences these emotions.

& to be honest, i still DON'T believe that YOU feel it.

'cuz you have too much swagger to be this broken.

you were inhabiting someone, weren't you?

===========================

"Pimping ain't art...but grabbing guns is?!"
(c) Menphyel

"I've come to realise that I never loved Hip-Hop as a whole,
just a particular era that happened at the same time as
I was actively checking actively for new music."

*I AM* --


still ...


^UP^

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

i enjoyed it

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

More Food For Thought?


*Pretty Please*



^UP^

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