wrote essays, poems, on a cloudy day . .

yeah, night before last I was hangin' out with the artsy crowd
keisha pours me a robust cup of joe, no sugar, no cream . .
life imitates art while she works for the firm downtown!

we talk heat cuz it's a new football season, word up . .
hE walked diesel cologne aroma like hE owned it!
"twist one up and blaze it man!"

after y'aLL get married, chill out, love then fall outta love
love again, yeah get married and chill again . .

seems like dat nigga xavier is always givin' advice like
a switchblade of freestyles!
it's like some oF the coolest poetry from the rhythm of compassion

yeah, in 24 hours I get more eccentric than psychotic
when I sip cafe co-co . .
the last wordz he said on the mic . .
"I wrote essays, poems, on a cloudy day!"

guilty of everything
-xxx

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

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*Smooooove Sharp~Ness*

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 ♥

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cut on a razor sharp piece of paper THEN I said, "take 'em to church"

lifE imitates art
-xxx

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

i wrote divine scriptures; and painted romanic pictures
of gathering up a church house member
place them in a celtic wicker man and watch them burn
stirring broom stones, sulfur turning flesh into holding erns
whose stronger?
come on american ashes batting lashes unbalance copy write
laws and tantrum calls for kill the messenger who ever ran
up into my space inflicting my lap with pop candy baltic warriors
turn white draws to sandy stained crack money it's sunny but
i'll turn it to young blood street gospel gossip hold yo spit
before you drop it lose shit you can't fit my throw back
i'll give you an wu tang killer bee rap clapping ali butterflies
and absord stingers i type some much your head read and give your fingers cramps dehydrated pms don't bleed feeding mask madness the rawest unknown hitman walking out in cuffs stitched up you mouth don't snitch i'll find the bitch and goldberge slam they ass in a ditch holding their pitch fork between my jaws swimming about infant vets faking drinking cognac flat over ice die bold you ain't cold
with my insanity coursing threw your vain rushing yoh brain
touch the fiend flames smoking crack pipes like studded out blunts
if your hungery don't follow me or become the feast ant eaters vamps thirsty i'll drink the american ocean 12 bone dry dampest i'm the crunkest on the mike fuck ike leaving him with reverse hooks black eye peas please stop the flattery you never meant shit too me and you blasphemy i'm drop calamity as though i was god ll cool j pool stick and fucking over prick i'm sick kicking knowledge legend of a skilled
purple haze now catch the 33 three clues and cash the check and play a hounded dog in the tape deck all for respect hahahhaa skin head love

the tonKa trucK description ain't fiction
in a realm of lyricists that usually lounge
hieroglyphics get lost & found
she looks like jasmine in the reflection -
stumbled on a memoir from memory lane by pete blane
yo it's stiLL a cloudy day haze . .

da brooklyn brotherhood!
-xxx

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

yup, a batter's slump tonka truck dump
fall kush kingdom leaves in clumps
want some more lumps points setters bumps
and smart girls get trump thumper blabbering
instead inhailing na na echo's aroma
his pump put pussy's in coma's

the saga continues:
too hazy

mylordte-te
the end to everything everybody but we ain't nobody until
biggie said it first until somebody shoot you

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stay up hew
peace
fam

yeah, night before last I was hangin' out with the artsy crowd
keisha pours me a robust cup of joe, no sugar, no cream . .
life imitates art while she works for the firm downtown!

we talk heat cuz it's a new football season, word up . .
hE walked diesel cologne aroma like hE owned it!
"twist one up and blaze it man!"

after y'aLL get married, chill out, love then fall outta love
love again, yeah get married and chill again

*nods*


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