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 Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I dance and crack cold feet
Sweet cash relax and dash to the camera
They eye on yah in the sky like rhyme word
I heard up the burned cuts that I strut enough to suffer much in the cuff
Stitch I wish I knew who but I’m blue so I glue and I am few
Apparently there are very few Royalty
Masters of the chapter words can’t describe how I get live
I caught red head bloody said study reflex muddy then money
I don’t gun heat I bust guns defeat runs on weaponry
That fire retire and admire the expired
Desireless I smoke stress and feed the flex on honey
For the hundredth of a G I clock speed
I don’t speed any more or any War I tore fun be in the Ganja sweet leaf
I have fun practicing internal martial art relax and King me
My wing be dipped ski that cliff off the end I lift take off and land
I got hundreds of grands to make millions
All the children is fed I bled diseased Fred read his tea leaves and said
I shot head up you red duck like medic truck release the feed for said head up
Like you need it to be with the leader in trip to fist relax not tight
I know I’m right on because I studied long and trained
My brain in a lane that got game going in the flame all knowing
All seeing eye I get high and despise crime criminals
Violence is a silenced threat in my house you step out and leave like the breeze
Cocaine is the suspect wing tip medic to credit with the semi-psychedelic
I relish it got intelligent to install with ball off the wall called all
I recall smoking crack
Murder in the back of the act that sacked up
I lack truck but I such as much with herbal handcuffed to the word slow
I got burned so I churned and rolled controlled all the fold then got Gold
I hold the cup
Said what’s up?
You could come and get some to threat run the best with the Techs left
I got deaf and didn’t flex so I retest the refreshness every day and the right switch
With night grips on sticks and blades I’m brave in my Gong Fu
Close in close to full the dull nothing been bluffing and handcuff men
I rock five styles with smiles
I’m internal now and learned how to clock files that allow
I’m power to sour the now you heard is word on hard with the yard I scarred
I barred wool cull the seed I sew did glow
Roll patrol on fold you mold it out the bold no doubt it
I get credit to edit the steps with left hand brand the sex criminal to diminish pull
What gullible reckless check with the fist I released crisp to the dish
My nouns around the ground now to lock up stop them till the cops come Sun
I did a little bird so convincing she almost laid an egg
Get on Keg run with the Sun I from the head spun I’m still number one
I stun I got a fast cash habit like rabbit I take off and grab it
The veggie get a wedgie and said heat is bleak bust a sheet of you know what
In the cut I further struck on through the dusty road blue as stuff you knew of
I ruin rugs I wipe my feet and ass I got a past history of suicide
I ride the hide my mind is nightly binded bound I jump around
I get a clown at a rodeo circus to work this I jerk hits through fish fully equipped
I rip trip skip hop a detective to wreck mix the sex in to begin with I split
Like banana I ram a avocado up your program my show slam
I bam hit the cram the medicine yo let me in I fin to bust to dust and trust
You must be an idiot to crew no different than circus work this bigger than trip?
I doubt you you out loud not knowing nothing around the ground you lay in decay
I was DOA before I tripped slayed that rip and grip tight cash now
I was poor for the skewer I rot like manure and cure the sick
You suck my prick and I’m sick with it yo
I pick a shroom
You got to doctor doom
The shrooms is all around you
To astound you
A whole pound blew of grass
I fiend for the workmanship that last through the ages
Pages read bled
I head it
I tend to trip when the crop come for someone brung the meth
I stay away from the death
I kept in check by a hectic schedule with the sex
My master flexed on me
You can tell G I in hell be
Handling it well
With trip I got fell
Fall into Water slaughter my marauder is caught your
Slot whore for shot up War
To the core I tore off lightweights
Date a skate on relationship
To a grip of cash
I serve it in the ash and Fast Water
Shot more than duck I truck rope
Coping soaking threat with a Tech
Got my OG AK-47 to this day I’m a Veteran
Of the letter to the threat of the debt crews owe
They move too slow and get rolled on
By the patrol till the dawn
I got a bicycle
Not a tricycle
An icicle hang when I bang the set
Or seen as gun threat on the streets that I beat down the block
Back country roads in shock late night
You could see it in sight
I got the might
I right up in the truck ten pistol whip the jam with the slam
Boom Bam
A sucker and his bitch got a cinch to do yo
Behold
I scold the whole crew who criminal
With minimal juice you got deuce
I tap a source
Of energy of course
I love the cuisine local on the team
All cream a lean off of dream to topic
Don’t lock with the set
You rocked up and flexed even
The men that cement invent the weapon
I stretch in the X marks the spot when
After dark I park my bomber
And alarm with a freestyle
I smile and tile the floor
To the core this is War
I know a fool meant it by how he sent it
I release with Grease is the word
And bent it on Cannabis
After the circular reclining spine with diamonds on the necklace
I wreck bitch I spot crisp
I clock list
I talk dissed tricks I mix in the fix
With a bitch ass seen to roll fast
I holdin’ grass
Seem to outlast the cash
I fold it fast
I fast on Water
I caught your War Torn
I’m blood born
I shorn up on the either or I cut with a blade
I sprayed gun and threw hand grenade
I got laid
I stayed in bed all day and said with no delay
Where does this decay come from?
Lead the on one Sun
Up shits creek
Each day of the week I speak bleak
I like kind buds
I can relax and recline and unwind
I don’t like blind people
I pop nonstop on contact with people
People aren’t used to seeing you
G’ing crew release all brew with nuts
I cut strut up I run but I duck the stuck sticking
Quicken the thickening of the shit you bring I sing
I wing tip I lead clip about to smooth drip
I light lit
Stay that way
No way it don’t pay to turn gray and stay there
It’s in the air how I’m a player
I’m the mayor of town all down crews lounge true
Nouns grew in the sound around the ground that blew up
You could screw shut your nose all foes froze
I toes up with suckers
I saw my first hummingbird of the season
They love global warming and burned up trees
They like to beat their wings in them
The trees look like famous Greek statues then
I’m from Hollywood where we don’t give a fuck about anything
Unless it gets you high you could smoke or sniff it inject shit
Consciousness
Enlightenment
Concepts reflect
Sun rays aiming
Blood will trickle down you
Like a nickel back of zip
Meth
I step to death
Recline slept in long line
For sweat
Put in for the half gram
I jam
Further the man
Can’t get with it and
Program
Know foes I chose this way
I decided to see
Ride it glided
Inside the trippy mind you find
Diamond
Behind sick
I’m dying I mix a bag and stagger
Down the block
All hawk walk with chalk outline
The outcome every time
I recline
I spot wine in the wind chimes
Breeze blowing
All knowing
All fluid
Lick the shot do it to it
I screw kids in the end they dead send them Fred
I head I medic to set it
I wet hits up the dead duck is plucked
A sucker fucked with the wrong trigger here
Better steer clear for fear
Tears wet the set with the gun threat you step
I wreck and tug on plug to get the drain insane
Brain left maim create up in the lane
I famous I just flame left
When I’m right I’m polished demolished
I like Coca and Roofies Reds ruin kids to death and frolic
Screw them fees I slept on the ruin twos and threes you call it
Now on the one you done like Sun kid in the wallet
With drugs for high bids you stall it
I like grass slid the Cannabis Crib episode install it
I watchin’ and talk set I rock the Mexican Sativa I dream of and ball trip
The dank smelling shit you lit and proposed bonus all of it
I flown adjust the trucks on my skateboard small twist
It’s too late to record
I scored the born Sun
This War is done
I do the high precision blade work with edge
It takes decades
Made
I played all day and
I flame
I jam James in the suntan
Your program is a scam
You ball and wall
Apply gold force
To tore shit up
Indiscriminate
I livin’ bit of proof
To soothe
Smooth move
I groove
I spoon the dope
Soak in the broken
You tokin’ now
That’s right how this big set infect
Disease please the cheese
Offa Gs
I beiz the reason MCs steel in the redid bid
Shit
You can’t get with it
I got bread the limit
Drunk off my ass
Now dry up and try it
I’m giant
Grilled by Satan
All relate bake a cake until late until morning comes with no warning buzz
Fuzz the cuz got his drugs thugs up
I rub stuff
Right off
I gloss shot the frolic in wallet to stall with a trick that called it wall
I solve propel revolve around the ground swell when I come
Dispel evil from the set you could tell
This bell ring I suffer bring another dream to hell with steam
I’m compelled to lean but I ski in the freeway
My speed slay with no delay I trip drip a sip off lit fluid
I brew it ruin crews who didn’t
A cinch to lock up lynch a punk ass shrunk fast and past
I blasted a clock lasted time stopped
I fasted rhyme rocked
I mastered all I sought to do
I’m in the stew still
Chill and bill until I shot Willis
I grill gets field tested drill the respected
Got oil wells and gifted the lifted
Sifted through crips drew the lip did slew
Proposal blew up
Death
Rebirth
Psychedelic in a nutshell
With gats as well
You in Hell
I rock a sell sale
I bail out
Red route
Dead out
The head out
The med found around town
I down
Crew is a brew away
I sway and stay lit
Mind trip
And take too much you rush
When you get put down
To touch
It’s such as handcuff
You busted
Death
Rebirth
All I need is Ganja
The air
In the wind
Blows
All thrown around
The soldier down
Who holds the crown?
You sold out now
I mold your foul
I cold did you dead and sold the ends
I fold you got too old and golden
I rolled in the matter for data
I sold the latter for fatter
Your soul it doesn’t matter
I scatter
I climb Jacob’s ladder
I’m sadder than antimatter
I clack
With the sack
It’s all flack coming back
To haunt you
The neighborhood wants you dead
Ganja bred for me is a tree
I feel for real
I like it make steel
With the wheels that roll
I hold Ganja
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (04/23/23 12:39 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I sold Gold to LSD
In Prison I envisioned a vision
Indecision
Livin’
Forgiven
Smidgeon
Bitch end
Defend
Recommended
Blended
Bent it up
Lent you cufflinks
Diamond
Imprinted
Lab Created
Demonstrated
Inflated Currency
People can’t afford to live
I forgive Covid
Stroke it broke it
Smokin’
Choke on Gold Lung
I brung rung with bells
Service in Hell
I rebel
420
Plenty of money nothing funny
I strong-arm with the spearhead
Leaving Soul Music Dead and without soul
For rock and roll I stole the lyrics from A Polish lad
I told my dad I had the best sex
I check rice checks cereal to check it for Gold Material
I Grand Imperial
Everyone grab a girl and dance
This is your chance for dance patrol
Earn your soul on the dance floor
Tonight is the night my Disco Gold
Is the crucifix with diamonds
I’m rich
Rap Lyrics
In current
I blurred it
Murder hit
Bit the squad
Rip your raw up
Saw Aqueduct
Product
Raw shut the sawmill
Workers first heard the word
Service
Burned fifth
Occurrence of murder further on
Serve a song
Turned trick
A bitch on my dick
I rock a four four
Not a four fifth
With the glass hand
Made glass pipes and
Smoked oil
Boil that shit
Pass out
Roll the last route
Gold and you sold
Owned my own shop
When I was 19 YO
And Glocked a Pigeon Wing
The Pro dream
With the heavy shroom lean
Childhood Ganja seem
With the sober training
All kinds of crews complaining
I don’t show my Platinum Rings
Bought 400 small bottles of Water
Repeated slaughter
I eat the flesh
Detest the second best
On my pizza I freak yah
Got the shit in the sheet to the cleaners
I reek of ether
My secret between yours
Pour out the beaker
Lab glass making Hash Oil
I Royal
Coin coiled up cash string tailed whatever the day bring
You failed to bump rails
I jails fools out on bail again
I further end this murderer’s word
I heard his bird
He went chirp
Lurk in the shadows
About crab hos to flat foes
This trap in the captured venom has them lendin’ Os
Bros. With flows go toe to toe
I release the show in the East
Free Tibet!
Let's all chill and practice martial arts until
The Sun froze the Sun rose
I grow pot in rows to shotgun hits at my bitches
I switches four fifths off hitches stop glitches
No snot here just fear instilled in killers
Top hundred dollar billers
I rap fillers to kill whores still snore through War you core
In the conduct rap bomb struck the locked shut
Call all cut the ball tucked underneath a seat
Never defeated greeted each seated feeling misery
All bitches be needing Shaolin I rhyme in this with kin
I strive to begin to unwind the demons within inside
I strive to get live all the time
I get live like it’s a crime
I wing and ring the wind chimes it’s a sin
To look at your friend like an enemy
We give everyone blood until they face shoved in the bloody mud
Cut shit up kid
Corndogs and Potato Salad
This rap ballad
Come loose with screws loose
On deuce you come truce with Sun
I got the hum on one
Most pack the Gun just for fun I don’t run
I take a few shots, kill striking vital
Until the title is mine
I smoke two dimes of meth
Or four and twisted up War
Sometimes score the hard liquor
All quicker than drunken blindness that’s behind this
I rhyme just as kid’s mind bust
I recline to dust trust that
Folded fuller soldier rap gore in War
Was more than you bargained for
No one sees the encore performance
Get more sweats and checks
Vertical Grills bustin’ Techs
All respect to the Vets
But they always seem to step
They need that Shaolin rep
For decades play with blades
I said it before and I say it again
My only friend now is a legend I recommend the desert
Keep shit poppin’
All stock shot up with the Platinum cuts
Sackless bums on the reup they get cut out the game I flame with
You gotta put in
Be chill and hang until the blunt is finished
We don’t put shit in it except the since you flex rinsed Ganja intense
I smoke the stench herb
We word up heard through the cut
Party down!
Pass the blunt all around
It’s legal now where I live
But too expensive to party with
I start some shit don’t quit
I fully marked for the hit
I roll in thick clouds of smoke
Toke after toke
My homie Lucky is no joke
Always puttin’ in Gangster to begin changed his head on Acid
On clasp on with tricks to get higher
I’m a rhyme fighter
Ganja smoke igniter
I rock your style again
Soldier then I told yah
Trip and the party a trip I smooth dip
I was a pussywhipped bitch before I lit
High dose shrooms exploded on road did it
I hit it
Up in my tucked weapon I steppin’ with
A murderer crisp
Wishlist is a dream for what seem extreme
Experiment with Psilocybin and Cream
Lock this lean
All in between haven’t seen
You gotta OD
Put down like hurt bitches round
Curve your sound
And smoke a ton of pot
First stringer forgot all this talk like snot
I could get shot at for rollin’ stacks
In the back my wallet stuffed and sho that some intact impact weapon
Or blade that you slept in
Rock this way did it step into venom
Into danger into stranger than fiction truth
With the noose tied up don’t try it slut
You get a piece of the cut
And roll smooth like what?
All soldier groove into the cut
I seen a smut bitch on hitch with the stunt
A stoner burned slow in the Orange Zig Zag
With the bag called sack in the Cadillac without crack cocaine
Where was her brain?
All lane in the A Train coming through running glue
Murdering who?
Everyone!
With the gun
You get spun for fun I sum the function was the lunch some hunch of
The stoner all bone smoking toking Wizard in the making
Black Ganja aching later on
Smoking a bong all night long with Cheech and Chong movies
Who was Scoobie Doobie?
I ruin keys all suit your please your disease to freeze up
Lyrically struck
You couldn’t get enough of the stuff in buff queer weirdos
All the tears flow when I smoke Ganja again my friend
I cross the Philly Blunt Ganja
All wrong squares careless
You was wrong yo
I hate to tell you bro
Cross out your set and flow
All behold!
The mold broke
I toke over and over
The Sativa grow where I live
Forgive the law that all saw
You bust a jaw
Raw
Clawed out eyes
Murder track with the Y intact
Fully blacked out
Map town folded
Gold did it for the interest on debt
Change the ceiling
Wheeling and dealing
All C went for a pee on the tree
For a fee I ice out
I roll dice downtown
Murder the crown
All in it saw different
I been bent and shit
For a long fucking time
I serve game in a motherfucking rhyme
We all need the Ganja Smoke
Take a toke till you in Prison for the vision
I seen in keen then lyrically spread fetus bled
Out the word of mouth
From the small country farm town
All ground got plowed that was fertile
All the farmers want to grow it
But in secret
I’m a Ganja Legalization Activist so peep shit
I grew up smoking reefers
The bomb with one on all the time
Another murderous rhyme
By the Mikey Neides
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (04/26/23 12:59 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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Keep shit poppin’
All stock shot up with the Platinum cuts
Sackless bums on the reup they get cut out the game I flame with
You gotta put in
Be chill and hang until the blunt is finished
We don’t put shit in it except the since you flex rinsed Ganja intense
I smoke the stench herb
We word up heard through the cut
Party down!
Pass the blunt all around
It’s legal now where I live
But too expensive to party with
I start some shit don’t quit
I fully marked for the hit
I roll in thick clouds of smoke
Toke after toke
My homie Lucky is no joke
Always puttin’ in Gangster to begin changed his head on Acid
On clasp on with tricks to get higher
I’m a rhyme fighter
Ganja smoke igniter
I rock your style again
Soldier then I told yah
Trip and the party a trip I smooth dip
All the Vets want to talk with me
But I was too young to rep
I had slept on for so long the prolonged song to hit the bong
And service on the hurt twist
Murk a fist up to slit stuck with the weapon
All shedded skin let them in to Heaven
All brethren relax fully act strike the match light
I act hype still I wipe colors off the rainbow
Psychedelic with the angles worked
I hurt so much still I’m not tough like a torture victim
All evicted tenants left their residence by force
Torture murder hurt still shirt tucked in with sin I skirt
The training most recommend
I lane in the brain nourishing chi
All that I see is blades running
Stunning fun tricks to styles I smile while I child still
I filed ill
Bust why I kill?
I must!
Trust that
I cross the Philly Blunt Ganja
All wrong squares careless
You was wrong yo
I hate to tell you bro
Cross out your set and flow
All behold!
The mold broke
I toke over and over
The Sativa grow where I live
Forgive the law that all saw
You bust a jaw
Raw
Clawed out eyes
Murder track with the Y intact
Fully blacked out
Map town folded
Gold did it for the interest on debt
Change the ceiling
Wheeling and dealing
All C went for a pee on the tree
For a fee I ice out
I roll dice downtown
Murder the crown
All in it saw different
I been bent and shit
For a long fucking time
I serve game in a motherfucking rhyme
A stoner burned slow in the Orange Zig Zag
With the bag called sack in the Cadillac without crack cocaine
Where was her brain?
All lane in the A Train coming through running glue
Murdering who?
Everyone!
With the gun
You get spun for fun I sum the function was the lunch some hunch of
The stoner all bone smoking toking Wizard in the making
Black Ganja aching later on
Smoking a bong all night long with Cheech and Chong movies
Who was Scoobie Doobie?
I ruin keys all suit your please your disease to freeze up
Lyrically struck
You couldn’t get enough of the stuff in buff queer weirdos
All the tears flow when I smoke Ganja again my friend
We all need the Ganja Smoke
Take a toke till you in Prison for the vision
I seen in keen then lyrically spread fetus bled
Out the word of mouth
From the small country farm town
All ground got plowed that was fertile
All the farmers want to grow it
But in secret
I’m a Ganja Legalization Activist so peep shit
I grew up smoking reefers
The bomb with one on all the time
Another murderous rhyme
By the Mikey Neides
Fantastic nugs!
Bucketloads Truckloads
Make your head into the flowing
Owing nothing but sowing seed
No debt respect for man
All the plan is to oil up
Royal cut I am
So I jam in the program to show plan
I roll and practice blades
Made grades in the maze
With flavors of dank herb
Crazed for the word to days unheard of
Word up
I heard a truck rope with smoke no joke
I poke with wingtip and sing trip
Mushroom
I bust soon always so I leave it to the Bikini Dolls and all their Graves
The poor enslaved read their A list twist
On the days the fools get dissed
Skills
Witness the drum fills and no frills service
I work this to it burst bust thrust forth cut
But show a lesson to sex in the dead end street you meet
I feature each or the meet your press no second guess
Love,
Mike Neidlinger AKA Mikey Neides
Stagnant Chi wants to flow free
Blocked Chi is a disease
Easy to cure with pure internal work
There are quick fix solutions such as herbs or acupuncture
But a real doctor treats themself preventatively
A nice bit of exercise is nice
But it takes a vast knowledge of medicine to flow smooth current
Decades of work make no mistake
Sedentary life is scary
The couch potato
Overweight
Seeking the beacon of hope to relieve depression, anxiety, all types of disease
The Chinese have my favorite study
Tai Chi, Bagua and Xingyi
I like to train in the rain, sun or snow
Any way the wind blows is OK
I love trees and the forest
I must ignore the sick here in America
Things like Methamphetamine
Coffee, Tea
Addiction and watching TV or a computer screen
The World is unhealthy and in poverty
A great disease lurks in every sickening thing
They start kids off with sugar and soda pop
Here in the USA
It’s funny how a fight turned into medicine!
I saw Tai Chi in a park in San Francisco when I was young
Shocked and stunned by the calm and peace she had become
Years later I made my way to Tai Chi
The greatest thing I ever did see was the fight to begin the insight
It’s alright!
I’m polite and I don’t harm others
We all brothers and sisters
Attacks from rap flow like swift poison wind to a sin to a T
Everyone flees when they see the gun
Now imagine 187, 24/7!
That’s the life I lead
Fighting is an interesting hobby
The art of weaponry is key
All rap stylists flee when they G down
All lead round the seen and found
Gem
From the stem of the pot grows the buds
A push and a shove isn’t necessary to face the scary trip
After a big drink of Cannabis
The mushrooms were dank
I ate the whole ounce and bounced
I supplemented my Tai Chi
With a cup of coffee!
Every day I play a little Tai Chi
It’s mixed with other martial arts
I practice a mix only
I don’t know how to practice one style pure
I morph into other structure
I like to use medicine to see new things
It is good to see
They say Hey! You can see a tree grow!
It’s right to ring a thing slowly
I can’t find my way home but I have an advanced research project
In the development of my healing capabilities
The season is coming to practice out on the porch
I can practice weapons out on the porch
For six months I have been in study inside
Where I can’t practice weapons
I use the weapon to advance my study of chi
I am drinking another cup of coffee
To make a Gold Chain with my practice
Often rapped about
I rhyme sometime
I know it’s a crime to stop on a dime on someone who isn’t an expert fighter!
I’m a poet and I know it
I can see a free moon at night
The sun and stars and planets should all be free
The flowers, trees, mushrooms, all of nature should be free
I don’t like money
I imagine one day the people will all feel the same
Each person lurks in the shadows of existence
Many people prey upon others
Push and shove
Hit people
Stab people
Cut people
Shoot people
Go to War
A core of violence is seen as something for free too
People pay to watch violence as entertainment
It is very sick
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (04/29/23 11:59 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I can’t fight any more
I’m War torn
War born from necessity
So why the fuck you got to do that shit civilian?
I’m chillin’
Wax off some fools and then dip in my trip till a cap filled
Billed top
Service nonstop
Pull it pop
I got it hot for the chop shop I rock in
I top ten
Murder with Glocks and I chalk outline
Servin’ bout time
To route I’m peaceful
I don’t want to kill a fool like Clint Eastwood
In the Old West shootout
Cowboys no doubt it
You get down routed
Turned out and I shouted out loud about the gat sound as I screamed
Beamed threw this gleam root just easier to pluck
I don’t give a fuck
Relief comes completely
Seeing visions unseat with the heat running
Gunning down a round shot in the head
Murder a Federal Crime
Servin’ all head in this time
I’m blind
I can’t see G
Rock a sport beanie cap
And roll stack of cash
Servin’ mash up till the dash cut
It’s my last but I still strut
Don’t give a fuck
Seriously
You could shed tears flows fears and deteriorate
I skated on the haters
Date your fate it’s yours
It rain pours in the sold out stores
More is less to anyone’s guess I’m fresh
I need a pizza or something
Pasta no fronting
Relax on diamond blazing
All shit stays in the quiet as kept like and sun rays and a tech
I left back in step
Further jet up the block to sell stock
In Glock pieces
Jesus the easiest of flow with
I got it lit
Box your whole set
Murder gets you rep
So I crept up
Lead his head struck with that shit
I’m kettle hot bled server on the dead tour
I fed more to the core still unborn
I got the morning to stay up all night chillin’
Every children see the glee in something G
You get hurt and that’s for free
Even though it don’t come easy
Like money nothing funny
All I hear is gun heat
And orange spot microdot
Kill this blue chill the difference turn the screw
I’m not the voice of the choice
So limit your boys around
The ground steady
Ever ready to head heat up
Lead it on LSD
Purple Haze and everyday blaze
Murder stays at per capita
Raps blurred heard and smack yah up
Rap cold struck
You outta luck if you fight rough
Tuck a weapon
I step right up and serve game
Slave Serfdom hurt strung the lurking strung the lesson out
A murder route
And all you heard about it through the grape vine
So I release swine
I word up eat the beef every line
Pizza and Pasta rocks yah every day
Brains leak out of your brains
Drains remain all caps slain
I get the off it
I soften but I coughed in it for three years as a teen
We all human beings
Fleeing from gunfire in mass shootings
Looting wizard hooting and hollering
Every dollar ring
I sing a song of Pizza and Pasta
My poetic love for Noodles has me in the kitchen fixing food
I remember the crush groove
Smooth move to hook up the shoot!
You know you love it
The subject is important
Come with more Italian food
We love all cuisine
Even hot dogs Hamburgers American
Everyone starin’ and
I got the children of Israel to wheel and deal
I bust with a fat meal of the delicious
People’s rhyme is so clean and vicious
Corndogs with Potato Salad!
Smog thick smoking weed all day
Lawsuits too cute for a sexual splendor
Hop skip and jump to get the restaurant takeout
Break out!
I got a lot of food
I’m not starving
Food was so good tasty
Making the basted chicken!
Remind me of mom in the kitchen
I love olives with fresh bread
Some wine
Good cuisine food in Hollywood where I grew up
El Salvadorian, Mexican, Cuban, Guatemalan, Peruvian, Columbian
One of my favorites is the burrito
Made with homemade sour cream
It’s thin
They don’t add thickener
Yes! The best burrito I ever had
I’m in the lab now fixing to glow
I want to climb the hills of Italy
Sicilian
All steel locked
I practice Silat and Escrima
Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi
I deal with blades
We like to smoke Ganja
Eat the pasta from the best restaurants
In Hollywood you can find everything food and otherwise
They have a Japanese fish market and store
But before I hit the Italian Deli for the good cheese and olives
I rubbed off solid impression with the chef making my noodle dish in Sicily
The linguine with seafood is my favorite!
In a red or wine and fish sauce, sauce
The fresh catch in Sicily is especially good
I remember the NY style pizza in Beverly Hills and Westwood
Argentinian grill at the Gaucho Grill
I took clients there and treated them to a meal
That, everyone feels
I’m for real with my swords
I’m lit
I like to quit at the grind
And unwind with Sicilian Pasta
I smoked too much weed as a kid and now I’m hidden
Like hands under mittens
I’ve been sober 20 years
And it’s a crime for me to drink wine
Now I hit up shwag shrooms
The shit still hit with the booms
Put you on the ground on the ounce
Servin’ game with the pouch of Ganja Sack and Water Pipe
Bubbler join the club your
Psyche gets blurred
Mike gets heard out the word up
Hurtin’ suckas stuck with this
Mic and cold twitches
My hand switches grips on weapons
Rep in the game for the slayers
Rap game maintainers
No brainers in the lane course you take
Break it off
All of em are soft I flip their boss
I toss their raw shit
Servin’ fools hit
Murder mix in the cabbage
All stack refer to Platinum
Rap and spun
My gun still hum too much
I need more drugs and food
I’ve been sober 20 years
Training my mixed Internal Martial Art
I hit too hard still
They all open
Smokin’ after butchering the hog in the smog with cogs turning
On Cannabis
Testing all the flavors of mushroom
Spittin’ in the Saloon
With a spoon of cocaine
This lane is called brain
You can serve it maintain
Till you swerving
Out of control on patrol
Smoke a bowl up
Get your roll cut on sold front
I stunt it up with the bold moves
Soothing pain all oozing blood stain
Grooving so fool come came with a tool like it’s school or something
Everyone wanting peace
At least all the deceased turn in their graves
All slaves shave off points smoking joints after Emancipation
Change the station here
Related to fear you hear in your ear while tripping
Sipping liquor I get thicker
Pull the trigger if you come with swigger swagger with the dagger in hand
Command planned to land the forces
Contortion grab a portion of the light and dark in the Park
I reminisce about the blade stayed head high on dry with the mind fist
Twisted dis kids and killed the whole town spreading the dragon around
People got pissed I left footprints intense to look at in the dirt after training
All sun ray came later I skater with the haters on nature for flavor
I behavior model full throttle packed the bottle with Genie
In between Kiwis I ski freeze like breeze up on GP
Related to free seeds of Ganja weeds packed from pounds into little crowns
They always down to smoke joking about the soaking in the woah!
My bro has joking all the float ring around the rose thing
I broke King I vote to sting the vital with title I rival the homicidal at murder
I knock people unconscious striking nerves
I blurs
The lines between finds seeking Gold in California
I was born in Hollywood where I grew up
Good luck finding the stuck kids
A lot happened in Laurel Canyon that was Jammin’!
An artist community people in the entertainment industry
Everyone grew up with a new look on life when they moved away
I miss those psychedelic days in LA!
Study the 10,000 herbs
Then you will know about medicine
Of course, no one has time to study all 10,000
Learn suggested formulas
Five Elements and Yin Yang
I suggest Internal Chinese Martial Arts
I cut Blade Fighter Part 8 before I made the internal switch
Training on different diets and herbs you can see what the Chinese learned
I must unlock the advanced formula of the Internal!
All I need is a body that works, a place to train and weapons
Good food and medicine
Kill the snack habit
Like jack rabbit I bag it Vegan?
Hell no I hit up seafood with pasta Italian style the doctor wants to see you
To check out how your weed grew
With mushroom
I got a Dirty meth cap in the back but that shit is see through
I bleed true as feed slew
The deed title is my name true
I flame blue like propane
Glue the ceiling to the feeling up to jump and stick
Flow like magic trick
I bag a crip up
Sag my pants and dick sucked
Thick butt I see a sick slut
To pay heed to my need for speed but I ski packed powder
The snow that cold mold out the frame hold you one in the same
I hot damn!
Said the plan and suntan the show slam
Jam like rubber band I stretch and snap
Lift the latch open the creaky hatch that leak and tweak
I seed money funny style gun heat
Blow feet off the shoes for blues I twos and threes like disease
WIth extra cheese for the trip for the head I said it yo
God has the Meth Cap
God packs the steel
For real God is in the drug deal
You could feel God getting up on the job
All sales a robbery
God’ll be the best rap artist
A martial artist
Apart from the hard stuff
God never bluffs
God is murder tough
I am so glad I have the Meth Cap
I keep murder in the back seat
I rap for the defeated and depleted
I unpack the stacks and read with the max
I bask in the Sun with my gun
And God created the Sun
He only just begun
I pull out stun with weapon
When people step to me I breeze
Grew up smoking trees
With the disease I made cheese
With a Martial Art practice
Very few can match with
With Psilocybin it takes practice
Weapons if the Mac spit
I attack in rap for the act with it
All uncut union job
Pull his slob off the mob
Rollin fog crept in
Wept in the step kid didn’t even
Reinvent the wheel spent his deal for rent
Not a cent bent on acid
Last it did skid the plastic lid off
Ridden of crime boss
Lost the cost for sauce
In green moss
Floss all raw stuff
My jaw shut
I tuck
A Uzi and soon to speed on meth
Doozie if I step to the floozie all choosy
New seed brew as breed who pay heed
To the weed stench
Bench a dent in Fentanyl business
Witness this
Meth drew a crowd out loud all rowdy
Vandals on adrenaline better win
Or circus begin in some jerk’s weapon he steppin’ with
Opium den
Spend some time in it
My mind went to find the dime I spent on entrance
To the tent for adventure
With core tore
All born War before I score a key of the black sticky
Lack of drugs got thugs into new pay heed to the plug hit free
I lick be right on sight to see fight that breed
Weed smoke
Opiated Hashish cut for broke
I joke around on the ground with the sound
Around a round went off in the smoke lounge
All fools tossed the cost up high
Soaring prices why?
I born for stuff to die in my eyeball I’m liable for death breath
Homicidal kept coming
Some Sun in the running
Stunning all sets to flex and kept on humming
All the stars in the sky
Walk cry a tear
Talk fear and know nine to hear sum the stun up
I run cut the bum rush the suffer enough
Cuffer and Arrester like Jester with lecture in the DARE program
An unhealthy wealth be sweltering with the billionaire
I stare at Donald Trump
Such as the hunch I got
I want to smoke pot
But I got not
I rock the sawed off shotgun for some fun underdone cut for the stunt to fail
I bail on whale of runt with the gun for fronting on nothing but something
This song I sing is the wingtip again
Reflexing ends I bent the center at the arcade playing with hand grenades
And M-16s all dreams cream with the laser light beam for what steam
I mean…
What do you be in life besides a nice chill not ill likable type person?
Worse than a curse with the burned to a crisp dissed gangster bitch
Switch the list and go exist somewhere else with your stealth position
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/02/23 04:52 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I spit the dragon and crane verse unrehearsed
About to burst from the thirst I cursed sacred ground
Training around the sound of complaining of rounds got shot around
The bound texts say you better not flex so that’s a crime
Y I’m on line to find the rhyme I find
I unwind and signed the deal signed
I’m blind I got the ocean coast in the design on the surfer’s longboard
Who scored?
Who tore?
Did this mean War?
People practice hard style feel
The ice you reel with
Lady snow called blow all peeled twist and flow
I glow
Low and behold I grow the mold that’s Psychedelic
I don’t need to sell it
Kids afraid but adults stuck with the blade so it’s shade
Light rays light days until night I stay up late
I like to think and see illusions
On juice and water
Someone’s daughter caught her dress on my dragon claw sought after
The master of the chapter with 30 years practice to attack this with
In the sack like a nice dish of the crisp veggies
Say peace to the Ganja Trees all fluid
No disease left this buckling ski the suckle with the t-shirt
Got to hurt the work in I surfin’ steady murk ends
I tore it up render makes amends
Return back to sender
Center on the blends
We need pure Sativa
I smoked Indica and Crosses for three years I toss em in the trash
I need a fat Sativa stash for the pure to flow lure into cure
I like this fewer than most psychic to boast or brag about hard drug swag
I place a premium on reefer the night creeper yet all night sleeper
Rocks your heed heard word up
Duck a stuck plucked bird the 3rd in the cut
For what I strut?
Can’t get enough?
You suffer in the stuff I get it rough without the puff
I like too much sometimes
Get toe up with the rhymes
I call all the minds to rewind all at the same time sometimes I rot in
The shot ends with stocks I bend off of it fine
The Ganja fist is soft as a dove in a glove without a rub nickel and dime
Smokers choke on the substance abuse let it loose the dragon!
Just imagine how many tons of almonds people eat every second
They flex with the murder method to check shit
I disarm the arms are garnished with weapons of War
Score the born
I morning training style braining unchaining smile
I flow file in line with the diamonds
I recline when my mind bend
I tend I like it like I like a friend I end the conversation then
Back to bed
So I can snuggle with my blankie
You don’t need to thank me
I smoke stank weed Herb Ganja
What I’m on is bomber stuff to the touch I mess up crutches
I stuff shit in the blunt and rupture in the cut
Fold off it like all often stunt to from it stun something
But nothing ever gets done except having fun
The Ganja burns down
From the Crown Chakra to the one on the Bottom
Trip gets you too high you might have forgotten
I lock then
Lock step with deep breath
Catch a puff and pass it
I relax and trip sober
I load your shoulder down with drugs
Before thugs rock steady
Ever ready to get head heat
I meet you halfway
Whatever sound you play thing you say
With no delay I reach out and change things
Strange way to behave like you do brings hard hearted
I’m martial and partial to the Grateful Dead Art Show
A homie remain down
All crews surround
I took a name out
Called death straight from Mexico crept on the Ganja so slow
My Tech My AK-47 rains down from the Heavens
I left you in a stew of shit
When I come through with the hit I brung
Rung and stung one Sun
I hung off this slung some coffees
And toffee bars keep food in jars even
I cement mix the pretense for violence
All the crowd wild in it’s true shape and form
The norm is to step up and serve a fool with some punches
Knife wounds and Bullets
Full Hit stay smooth and lit
A fool’s whole toolkit
They don’t know shit about how to fight, alright?
They tried to bite my lyrics but still can’t come near it
Why I took the hit out no doubt
You could scream and shout
And still I ain’t hearin’ what you talkin’ about
A narc shark so dark in the park
That’s lit
Pull up a chair and sit
Let’s quit this
This distance is listening to a friend here
People dead from fear
All steer around the corner
Born there with the air bloody
With money this gun heat
From complete defeat
A sheet taken from the book
A page read smooth
All the sooth
Look how you shook
You a rookie
Pass out from the hook heat
Off spoon with the instep you flex on everything
Get in the swing
You get the sting
A soldier bring fold your King
Until Gold weighed down the pockets
No one clocks riches
Unless they fix this
Thing you do
You a gun
A straight up weapon
A cocaine trip is a rush
To touch a cocaine rock
You stalk
The area after the visual rush you spoke hush
The crush is dead in the lead on meth
But Cocaine is Psychedelic
You could tell the way it hit
It leave you laced with the trip
You wrote down the record
Plate the second core with weight
I get great results on meth salts
But I want to rock the clock called rock Cocaine
Freebase a taste of the taste of it
To place the trip in a face you drip
Quick to flip I mix the crack with Cannabis
I light it up like a lamp after the amp
Man clamp onto the crew down you grew
Into the ground to make pounds and ounces
Pounces on the sacks that counts it’s fact
Black racked up points choice on invoice
I anoint a joint for the coin legal tender
Venture capital raps you pull cull the seed
Tame the bull rap this skull on meth
Crack is intact with the black act in the Mac spit
Rap rhymes lit and I’m gonna quit now
And leave it up to somehow someday someway
Any gray area be tearin’ into your brain you slain
I’m a heavyweight fitter
High temperature spitter
With two clocked heaters
And I unseat uncork bottles
To shots up fully on Waters
I clock slaughters
And you oughta owe yo!
I pull out on the Psilocybin Mushroom Ounces
I found shrooms growing in the forest
I was the poorest
Did three tours in the War just to the core split
I plurally fit the word third is lit
I’m on a trip and I can’t stop
I tick tock like a clock and still bought overpriced stocks
I shocked!
My expensive blender is a pretend kid’s play toy
Everything is shit
Eat the rich
Like Donald Trump that punk ass!
Kids be rollin’ too fast light the grass up hardcore
Import Sativa from the Tropics
Switch the topic up
From hell
Trip overdose to L relax gel and wax off fat Ganja sacks
Everyone Balls stacks in Heaven
Forget that Indica Sativa Hybrid shit
We want tree trunk thick
50 foot Sativas dank that stink
On the equator
For major flavor for the sky in danger of eye
I pop a dry well open to soak in the 3rd world
The USA too now included
I shoot bid lid flipped off this kid
I serve a task for Generation X
The infects the system within the borderline
Sure you’re fine until the next clip spill
Fully auto thought so you caught slow
Spill blood like a thug until you claim drug
I pull the rug out
Murder route serve a fountain head for spread
Fly some metal pieces to grease this with
Wounds deceased and shit fully split
The pizza
Each easier to defeat as for kegs of beer you funny there
I like that with the tear I ear to ear smile all the while
Trippin’ kickin’ back in style
I made my bones in the semi city
Santa Cruz you can’t lose in magic city
Everyone with me to trip see
I feed the need to feed the head
No murders
No wedding cakes baked with blood
No cuts that rub cats backward platinum has sword
I come forward and back my dragon is on the attack
When I sucker end life quick I see shit sick
I don’t mean to trip but I trip so I detain insane
Clock a motherfucker in the lane switching brain on me
Yo that’s the wrong move for the wrong groove
I busted moves and saw crews choose death
What’s left has the kept in step crept with slept struck tucked one
A murderer hum a tune too soon to make it spoon ring the thing
It sting in the wing I got a King on my Ace I taste all flavor taste
The stranger than ill cheeseburger refrigerated further than word yo
I burned slow all night long fed the song to flow off wrong
Plus then I smoked the bong again strong with the hits do flips and twists
I mixed the pot with nothing we don’t spark shit or start shit
We peaceful trippers from the West not wearing bulletproof vests
We ain’t cops we shock the squawks out of pigs that fly over
Maneuver close to sold brew what you do?
We get stoned true fully to the fullest with full heat at every show yo
Fools get stuck with the murder charge
That’s huge news on the Psychedelic Stoner Front!
I turn kids into paisley psychedelic ice cream buttons
Shut inside the game within slide that’s aim
I did enough Meth to cold test the fresh
I like the vibe of the tribe that get it live and thrive still but with knives
I line live I did the mind slid into outer space
Taste the place with ace up the sleeve relieve the King’s Guard
I hard on the large livin’ Thanksgiving I don’t have any children
To get drafted and killed in Wars to the core
For sport I short out I score more routes downtown
And that’s for sure now
Service with a smile
Here’s your lifetime seedlink for Ganja Grow Fine
I deceased the nine I live in line with the hand of God
That’s solve in this Order I went for the bent and sent the presence
Of the entrance fee no thanks we don’t need that
Watch your speed cat
I’m a pimp gangster I need to thank the martial arts
I charts still not drunk enough to something sum up the dragon
In the bag when the tag on wall scrawl lead to brawl
I got called by the Order sort ah to do bids for slid kids
Murder get rid of gang violence
Get everyone stoned to the bone
Clone the Ganja Phone and I roam
Across the Earth my turf I surf skate and make the greatest DJ
Of all the players
I stay yours on it to long switch the folded stench you rock it
Don’t dock into a unfortunate dude that’s rude
To skip kids in the nude on fuel that’s cool
I rule spool the wire I retired from firing guns
I Suns done it done come with the lesson I sex end the freshly slayed
Extra payed left wing stayed in power
After a shower of hours to devour the poor for the cure
That’s for sure
I fertilize with manure
Grow Ganja Plants the size of lives that gunning kids die from it Son
We goin’ triple platinum
Pack the gat and then
Soak you to the ends with blood spread all over the floor
You go to War to the core so sure of yourself
You seek material wealth
You need Triple Platinum Chains
Brains that stained with the gloss of the boss
Floated cost your ghost I wrote it
I sugar coated the kids to vote for lids of grass
Soldiers passed on after heavy Ganja smoking long
I broken strong backs
Fold and see tax
I maximum from the crap you slung brung the heat to unseat you
Fully deplete your stock dropped to rock bottom
I know you wish you had the shotgun
I puffed a lot son
I tripped too much
Saw a rush peak the dust bleak the trust you seek with the gang
Is best to left with hang with martial artists you practice with
Go relax your dick
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/08/23 11:39 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I got a bag of herbs crab piece
Murder deceased Red khakis on my speed
Max and bleed in the lung where I’m from is where I’m from
I shun nobody else
Rollin’ stealth on the mission
In position so just listen
I’m a crack unit
Ready to do it to it so screw hits into fools who trip
On me see for free I fiend for the drugs yes indeed
I got all the time I read the mic hype for I smoke my crackpipe
I lack Nikes in the game except I murder with the flame
Became what set trip name I came come correct murder and maim
Respect this bitch
I slit a little bag open to choke in the thick smoke and
Society is broken
Why I’m tokin’ up roll that shit up
You know herb is in the cut
I shut out thugs with my rub route
Internal Martial Arts
What it’s all about
Don’t scream and shout just tick tock rip rock the spot
With technique you can’t understand it like Greek
I clock it nine days a week
Mike coming with the putrified poisonous tongue
What it sound like?
I dice up a slice truck the ice cut twice for the nice slut
I shut out rappers
I cap your actors for backward floors on the scores for more
I don’t get sore I just pour on the hits
The only thing that solves is fists and bullets
I surely isn’t the only one dissing Christian bitches
This is the shit in God you forgiven for making these crabs listen
I dis in the stun with the fully loaded gun
I slung a jack for craps perhaps and state the facts
Blacks are targets in the marketplace white supremacists ace
I taste the shit and don’t like it
I’m psychic plus I bike bitches home while I’m stoned
I clone the phone prone to gangsters roam the streets
With no defeats I unseat the crowns
Always down to fight around
My name is Mike
I got the freeze on the antibody
Somebody shot me
Who?
It was the truest form of pure like manure
In the sewer rests the crew your mic check 1,2 er
I do your ass in the past license to flash
Off like cash
Sink my teeth in so fast
I mastered mast
I rap rhyme class let out
Without a doubt
Scream and shout
Only rollin’ with the Syndicate now
Murder Pow!
Knock em out don’t allow
The crowd to sting
Word up bring the King into this
Dis your crew remain famous so true
Like Gong Fu
Anything else to do with it screw the lids on tight
Airtight keep the buds ripe
I Mic the Mike up
Soldier said what’s up?
Like the lightning struck
I give a fuck sincerely
Shed a tear be in the rear
Where you could hear G
Until you torn
It’s the War in progress
All stop sets to top threats
Flex on the wreck you done
Murder one
Serving guns and weapons
Steppin’ to the brethren
You left in
A stew
Raps rhyme still you brew
I’m in the sign off set like the X chief of staff
Murder was the class
I took shook and booked
By the police
Thrown in Prison by the seat of my pants
Pro clean the flow scene
What I mean is I seen it
Torture for the scorch your warm you’re
In it till you score blur
Your murderer were in the plural
All over and the whole World
I surely earn keys
To burn freeze
A disease stops a skeeze from hoing bleeds
All clone in the seeds we be growing
Fuck if I care
I swear you hit the crater of the meteor impact
Jacked bitches truck suck so much
They ain’t soldier so bold you hush
Get the stuffing something like tough in the roughing up in
To begin we flow sin murder makes us Men and Women
I’ve been given a test mission suggest the difference in bitch you fix this
I’m tired of blowing off crisp make the list and dissed fools
Tools packed even and they breeze in I cement
Invent the entrance that fence forward leaning
Beaming cream in it you seem different
I steam engine gun up the sum like dump truck full of trash in the stash
For a bash they clash with the everlast
Mastering hurting someone in the ass further clasp on
Steel till the dawn how I could go on and on
I need to smoke a bong again
Drink pure Water I intend to not father kids
Why bother it’s a lost cause
I take a pause to remind us all that the Fall is coming
So clean out your plumbing for you become indifferent to the summing
You running away
First the firearm is pulled
Then the torture phone is picked up
Then you just suck at life
Knife hits the ice into cubes
Rude fools attitude so crude in the Family like Feud
I bust a move again one day
Murder on display?
No way I chill and ease in the fray
I get it still I stay well when I practice
Match this with an ass kicked
And you relax trick
I mic up a fix the type that tuck a weapon
I steppin’ with nothing
Never fronting or wanting the something that done gunning down
You hear it all around but don’t make a sound
Further astound I’m star bound with the triple crown
Murder all over town is the noun now
The frown of the clown is like a round square
No way there and stare at the maximum security prison
I envision indecision in the intent
To vent violence on the silence
I practice the style kids
End of session no question
You get left in the dark
I hit up a mark who spark an arc
And extract wealth through the modern slave trade
Market Forces lay the ground all around
For efficiency let the difference be clear
We needed it and fear of the speed you get the spear
All day long conscript you into the military
The fear then be for your life
I take a slice of life and dip it into ice methamphetamine
The dream is on cream for this team yo
Let workers keep their profit and gleam glow
I extract wealth with seamless flow
All pay heed to the flow I undertow suck a brother know into the deep end
Get him to speak dead
Language the management can’t stand it went ape shit
To pay the rent
I invented capitalism, prison and racism
I’m sexist make an incision into the Wisdom of the Ages
Pages of script prove me wrong so in a song I rendered the law
Into a jaw dropping, nonstopping volume of knock you out the box then
I eat the protoplasm
Cross the chasm with the spasm
I has em on the chuckwagon with the grand dragon of the Klu Klux Klan
Murder is who I am
I service blam
Get your word up jam
Program the Sun and
I run grands down in town
To score a pound of two of some good Ganja Grew
Grown locally the folk’ll be smokin’ up serve a key
So what’s up?
I float a tucked weapon never
I get ill with my hands forever until I sever heads off
With the blade no way I went soft
I delayed the cost to be the boss for the cross to bear
Air out the fair round town the country fair
Beware if you DARE Program student
Drugs? We doin’ it
Don’t ruin hits with foreign influence
Just shoot it trip and movie skip the groovy
All in the nude be with lewd conduct
Got the Bomb Ganja
Your momma want some cause drama
You front on Chuckwagon Cookin’
You forsookin’ the good looking Brooklyn kid who did too
He got screwed in the game by two tame tigers
Roster liable to tribal breeds
Disease come from Weed Grass ganja toked slow
Show up on roll tuck the weapon
Steppin’ to the chef and crept in
The fully auto Mac 10
Service a blemish on the furthest Dentist
I’m a menace with the sixth sense
Psychopath eating Pork Plus Shellfish
I’m selfish with my wealth
Until my mental health busts
I thrusted my cock into a big winner
I have the entrance centered on the adventure
I tent your pot smoke hotbox
I shook the storm before warning blame and morning came
Burning in the flame I’m the same as you
The crew said I new member since December
But now I’m old school
Like Old School Vans so cool
Everyone runs away from the fully auto spray
Of the Mac 10
Everyone afraid of that gun
A murderer sung hummed a tune about the groove he get in to wet in
The Mac 10 is expensive which is irreprehensible for the sensible
Citizen model full throttle the bottle of Night Train
A name like Trump came up you get thumped by Trump Goons
Murder soon in the spoon of Fentanyl
Execute dealers with the wherewithal
We don’t go through withdrawls we brawl
Maul all the soldiers who saw Folger’s crystals
With a fist full of cash my pistol stash
Make a grip and sift the coffee
Step off me I’m the boss see
Murdering cost ain’t for free
I break your knee and make you run up a tree and pee pee
In your pants do the avalanche dance and prance
Like a load in the washing machine
My service fiend for who works this to bleed
Demon seed of the Devil’s Lettuce
Let us not forget reefer madness
The gladness and sadness it bring
A dichotomy
I got a lobotomy and now I rip rock shock with G
On a shopping spree for methamphetamine
I cream in my genes when I hear screams of pleasure
The pleasure center inventor here
Drink beer that isn’t queer
I’m martial
So I start to pull up the weapon
Death is your best friend
In Heaven I recommend you die slow
Toe to toe with foes who flow on control of the game
Locked down shocked maimed
Further stain with blood
Number one cousin of the from the program
Go sniff a gram and tell you who I am
Known as Royal Fam
Except I’m special like 38 great for X to fully wait 7 days
I Gray Alien
The same as I came in within the addition fixation sensation
On a mission for the date rape victim to get even
Seen in the room as a screw dude with rude conduct
So my bomb struck the duck
She got plucked and messed around on the ground
All you heard was the sound of boots stomping
I respect Compton and I wrong to ring your telephone
So I zone on kilos of ring grows the rose bush
Soak it Sold Kush Bomb Sticky Green
You understand what I mean when you dream
I got a fiend on the gleam for the gangster lean with a beam
Weapon all set from the gang hang wet brung the slang
I ride a Harley
Go ahead and farm speed until you bleed from the seed it grew
Leisure too I feed a fool who isn’t cool
Chris got the meth cap
Lacks in Ganja grew
Slaughter who?
He never knew his own current so he watches murder hit on TV
Bust a free seed of the Ganja Breed I take this mean
Medication is sensational when the way you pull drag off the J is all day
Soon I stay in my room and go out to play
Another day another lay back lay in bed
I’m half dead and my Rap spread until they end
I federal criminal seek the minimal oil illegal that need of wool
Slugged up and kill lumped up the Sum cut through the ice cream truck
I seen a buck
Kitchen knives and lives taken lives shaken
No fakin’ you can’t take in the blade skill
You will you won’t do it don’t screw up the hit you blew it already
Steady Freddy’ head heat up
Seat get glued stuck treat flow through lead so rule on the crew who said what to who?
This icicle is cool but I like Ganja daily
I’m not a burnout speekfreak
Here homie!
I blew you a dope headpiece to smoke Ganja through this bubbler
Just don’t fiend for s 50 piece of crack in the back with a stack
I act funny when there’s no money
Gun heat act sweet complete the treat to victim defeat the enemy
Everyone friendly in Santa Cruz
Ganja and the Trip move
You could soothe a rhythm in that place next to ace of spades
I lit up stayed lit all like 1 hit I got grit
This mic lit
All type of drugs thugs plugs for their rubs backward the Ganja sack toward
The third eye
I love to experience things high
I like the citrus
All types of taste sensations
I took a long vacation on herb
A murder heard of rarely in the square be gone round the town center air heat
In the bare beat
I love the way a beat chain up on Ganja stuck on the math soldiers felt the wrath
The dashboard raps toward sword
I don’t even acknowledge any other award
I mean they got ‘em but I ride shotgun with the hot Sun blazing
Sun-dried raisin
Copped downtown
From crosstown to sundown
Saw a stop sign
In my mind I tripped
My brains were lit
On Water
I thought your word was absurd
I heard through the grape vine
I relate on 9 vision
Indecision was the prison I was in
The stop sign said go
So I went with the flow
I knew I had to roll
I sold a folded map
In Hollywood sapped of all that’s good
Capped the roll through the stroll
Out of control
A soldier sold his soul
For pure Gold to mold in
The roll then plus on Acid LSD
The show they jammed
I had a command economy planned
I grabbed some beach sand
Knowing life was like the dice that roll
I hold a precious stone
WIth the morning come the storm and
A cup of coffee
I almost forgot my Ganja Weed
I rolled one up and flipped a sack of shrooms
I turned into the master dragon on cocaine
I had to explain to a kid that the rich go to hell
So I vandalized property
I stop and pick the lock enter the center on adventure
I hit up the hamburgers at McDonald’s
I full throttle a bottle swiggin’ rot gut on the women
In prison I had the vision to fix this thing
I swing on a chain with my brain in fire and flame
Murder maintain
I blame the game for aim of the industrial complex
My bomb effects yo momma’s sets
I wrong to X out the mark the spark a fight
I light up on the big oil
Poison the soil all Royal
I sure do puke when I eat a fruit that’s been sprayed
I grow Ganja sit in the shade and bomb bombers
I light up so much curve a word about it?
I shouted out loud did the route for bid and slid
Through the Wu into the Cream
Next dream
In a haze for days
My shop is lit up
But I don’t have the drugs!
Thugs get murdered plugs all server is love
Return the dub sack
Murder in the back of the act to relax
Flack spit out the dragon to hang ten surfing
Working the clean T-shirt thing
I burst bring a sting in the swing off the ringer
I’m an R&B Singer a dead ringer
Night time winger
Give you the finger
I have it cling here
To facts servin’ backs
My max is steady hit up ready to truck and Chevy
The soldiers Golden doors with the core for Wars
I tore into the crew with the Gong Fu
Don’t overuse violence it is base and serves a taste for blood
All of this just to scrub a brain clean
All the trippers know what I mean
Took a brain scan and
Released the Golden Fleece of the Greece
Ancient Greeks were meek
They couldn’t take a seat
They suffered defeat
My brain scan was inspired by Greece and
I axle grease relax the piece
Murder was each crew thug stew
Gangster grew on a brain scan
Suffer suntan on the Islands and
I smoke Sativa now
Drive a Beamer how I gleam Platinum Diamond encrusted time again
This light does bend
Tremendous defensive tactic array on rap display
I service any way a fool play
We need trip and drugs
Thugs get in the way
On Christian display is an array of violent measures
Treasures scored in the War Torn
Israelite born of scorn
Washed up on the shore and
It’s six in the morning
Damn!
I need another brain scan
Edited by Solid Log (05/13/23 05:42 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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Knowledge of the Legendary Weapons!
Fools guess in it
Internal Martial Arts of China to feel stick the zeal split with the deal in the mix
I trick a stash robber jobber clobber slobber off the mop heard third and gardener
Harm is blur murder occurred at the twist and turn loop of the scoop
Your shit is poop
I don’t stoop
I drive a Lex Coupe
I super Duper but only root for the team that isn’t into stashing the lashing
Bashing in heads and dashing till you see red
In the Federal you need Medical help
I’m not OG in Internal but I learned over the past 15 years
Steer clear of the External
Infernal that burn slow through disease
I shred cheese on the pizza
Meet more to score the leap roar and pour on Warfare-Like tactics
Up to back split the knack written snack for actors
I Max more than most exist in true form
I don’t get pissed
I could list all the problems
But I solved them
I got involved in Taiji, Bagua and Xingyi
In 2008
I love reading, speeding and studying Buddha, Hindu and Eastern Philosophy
We got the formula
All the undertow release to pull in your East Wind in the Ocean
I potion lick the dish soap clean the dish released
Each easy freeze seed to bleed it
Mexican mean crap?
I take my speed back
We used to crack the Ganja sacks open and start tokin’ on sight
Polite bright in the light under flight I might just
Bust you edit you lead it through give credit to
The medical crew who saved me
Amazed me with the seed of Bomb Weed
Herb Ganja need heard through the drew drawn fog and smog
Of the City ain’t pretty
Itty bitty kids slid through as Each East Wind grew
I release true as the brew feast and slew
A bunch of dudes overly rude
I got clipped and told to accept it
Never snitched a murder hitched to curvature of the Earth server burner
I got it turn slow and glow like shot up patrol turning Gold again
Told crews when you use and abuse fluid to do it
I screwed in the truck to pluck a duck flightless
Your bitch itch might stitch up your cut
Your anus enflamed thus
They say Mike!
You so therapeutic!
I do it to it
Open a new account at Green Dot Bank
I serve a shank one day to shank myself until I spray blood all over the place
I hit a dude’s face and it broke
His nose got folded and Gold rid myself my pockets of poverty
A nighttime G
My service free
I hurt you see
What works is the Ganja Tree
I don’t jerk off and ski low
I bleed slower than expected so I wreck tricks call crews Mexican immigrants
My hands rinsed of the blood now
Still I serve a murder heard it further than the glow on the Ganja Herb
Word up
I crave the Psychedelic
A Rave, all night dance and my wife I melt in her arms
She shells me all night with kicks weapons and magic tricks in seconds I was smitten
I ain’t never split with no chick and it’s written
Royal Fam takes the high land!
I drew swords through a brain I got I shot shit
I roll with 10 clips
I got a style that’s ill
I do it different don’t want to kill
Other Masters
Some rap forward then back
Curve a slack Jack
I hit up in the rough
To dust trust that
We rollin’ fat now
Don’t have a cow
It’s central to the style
To live in the small farm town
I like to light up on the clowns at the rodeo
I fill in slow until I blow pipes
A lot of Masters don’t do it right with weapons
My weapon set an extension of the threat
I buried the hex in the scary graveyard
All hard on the boulevard
I got charred by the flames
Drew in a lane that’s fresh chain
And blew out the brains
To the next claim of Master
Just when disaster strikes
Light up all the lights
Blue shoulder
Off of folder
Hack job!
Blew the mob up and stopped trucks from running guns over
I loving heavy truckers
They bad ass
To clasp onto the back of one fast is my dream
To escape the scene
I smoke major Green
But never sniff methamphetamine
Or smoke crack
My favorite trucker is a black man
I sold on the plan to Gold and Platinum stance
Blew my chance to rancid
Hank slid the fifty crib in Thrifty lid of grass
Coming to pass Ganja was a blast
I’ve been sober 20 years
With no fears
I love to chill and drill for tears
Release rears and sear
It’s gun heat here
In the building
We got some little children
And elderly about to killed in it
Assisted Living
Stale steel
WIth 12 pack venom for real
Afraid of their shadow they sad so I slang roll to them to control hold on ten seconds
Let’s not flex for just ten seconds a rest for this weary worker who hurt murk murder
I server fiend all beam beamer for the cleaner to seem your read reader
Red Redder than Deadheader
I’m leather treasure the sponge tight feather light whatever
I get measure of the bread for the circus I hurt in this game
Suffer pain and exclaim how I remain is to come claim set roll through the game
Murder maintain all the lane I roll through stroll through
Get flagged down and sold Blue I hold crews
I Gold through and through
Dirty don’t insert the key into me and flee
Punk ass G
You act like a Gangster bitch
I rich beyond belief I like to smoke sweet leaf
For goodness Grief!
Sniffing Yayo
All days below the heights if sights that fade you slow
You became so rolled out steel cold no doubt
For real I blow brains out
To hold and South come from around downtown
I soldier of fortune found in the portion to scrounge through
Rounds grew in size realize the Gold that’s in your eyes is styles
Came through with the blame whose name drew
Attract attention the ascension is of the mentionable
Created styles that quench the thirst to the rehearsed for church of vegetable
Several sold their soul to cold
Reprehensible the vent that most take make mistake and screw up
As of late you could find murder spinning on the plate
I’m drinking Water till the date
Feeling the hate bouncing around the hate crime is all over stop on a dime
Mass shootings
Give people the drugs they need so they could be freed!
The Soldier defines all adrenaline
And who could spit it better than Veteran?
Letter then to spread it thin
I win the bomb threat to skin lawn clipping in the thing
Stock trip the swing some people bring
I roll the rink slow in the clink until I sink and speak
I peak I reach the seat of the event
Sent to bleach brain Heaven sense your means and ways they went
I’m bent
I got it in the pen to second guess the win
Soldier my friend
I have to recommend training
Get the aim in the stain blood red
What you mean you mend wounds?
Soon as the tombs released all greased up to lead duck the truck
As fuck you could get it luck to bled
Further spread of the carnage tarnished the World to no end
Yes the War got in the core of the people
No sequel needed
Your souls read it the papers
Or get shot up on the street by crews the major league
Feel a peace of mind
Knowing you reclined for all the days relax unwind
Mind diamond signed in to ten spread the head about
Gemstones on the route bled the microphone is in the clutches
Like MC Hammer you can’t touch this
I rough this up
I like to clip a pickup truck
I stuck in the Wounds
Pick up on fumes
And release cartoons about the speak they Greek sold your seat
Busted meet the trusted deplete rusted tools that feature fools like me
I rock a G and I know it
I phone home shit
It’s the bonus round
All around you found clones of the pound click
Pistol whipped sound it’s the starbound for the ground it take
Flake off like Peruvian Flake Cocaine
I like my chain I got already
Just imagine all crews flow steady
Get the Mexican head heat and this end trees to smoke?
No way!
We toke Sativa for years at our Gas Station!
We think Global and take the Vacation!
Fools come through in the Murder stab drag their victim
In chains they stick them
They get evicted tenant’s sentence is a quick one
I six gun defend the Sun on all Universal bound
On no pound I don’t lounge
I’m Iron Chef I got to hot spit the left blow they crept up slow
Thinking patrol all this hold on
I sold pawns for Breakfast checklist
Lunch and Dinner yep I skip the sinner’s last breath
Folded meth up got my head stuck in the doorway I slay
I turn decay into fresh suggest a lot of meat
I serve you sheet I busted cleats remain in heat it’s
The reading shit seeding strips for feeding trips
I got the list I exist as a play to stay up all day and night
I don’t fight
I get flagged down for holding crown
Serving soldier found my technique speak for itself
Come in stealth bomber
No wandering monk sunk this chump ass to run fast
I gun blast coming from the stash I got the cash
We all love the Old Dirty Bastard
He held it down kept it real
All his service was worth it I hope to some spoke
I know it
I broil on the spot and fold fifth
I sick in the limp trick device
Live mice vs. Big Men
I cut a ten spot of pot to offer the Gods
Pull out Wads of Cash
I savor my lettuce
Just my head bust
I dusted it
Rusted a bit
Not! A lot
Got a fit that others quit offa
Still ODB holds it down proper
The nonstopper
Like clockwork I hurt in the pain
My soul aches for the Gold I did told you about down South
Murder Motor Mouth sits on the couch a lot
All soldiers got shot trying to cold split the spot
I got shocked
Like time forgot don’t forget you still hot and in debt ceiling
Peeling back layers
It’s all the flavor you could savor big entertainer
People now only light up doobs
They miss the zip, the lamp, the amp
I people’s champ on the sample
Canceled my credit card to go hard on a boogie night
I could see a creature still in sight in tight
In mid flight
I scared the shit out of the type of person who never worked ends
I seen a cap son
I got the gun and on the run
I love walking the trails
Get my horse never fails
Sometimes I bail and straight street
The cops can’t see me anyway
I heat up every day on beans when I smoke weed
Yo that’s what I need
I hate the greedy dealers
Seedy Weed spots drug overlords
Got scored in some strange places
Why the fuck you think we about face this?
With Ganja legalization?
I’d love to take a vacation and spit the sensation
I make the take and break the thing each stake a makeshift
Spendthrift type gun heat that run the street
A wild wizard what is it
To float digits and make the sum?
Threaten Sun to step in the clouds that come down
I could Gold Crown a kid that slid
I bust a cap in the ass but I don’t like to blast
I got a soldier off the map
Heard they captured the enemy and killed them steadily
Bed will be nice on ice
I get a large slice of melon for the felonies I commit
I could go to prison forever
For instance I’m a martial arts treasure
So I kick back on my leather couch
I just copped an ounce of some good blow
Soon I score a kilo if it’s the real gold
Super Sweet I’m an herbalist and greet each patient
As they station in my place where I make the ends to practice medicine
I to the letter then
I mix up the potion and soak in the spread
Half dead
A murderer fed the hamburger
I serve a good hamburger and curve the word out the murder
I serve a murderer further than far out
I cancel clowns all day
And ignore society’s decay
Sword skills aren’t important any more
You could score a gat and tore right through anyone with the gun
So I feel comfy teaching sword sets no fronting I collect respect
For one wing I in the Sun singing
Hinging offa bet
I run the threat out
I could flush a gang
Rush a hang
Cold crush with slang
This murderer rang on me
So I stand cold
Remove their old school
I bust a rule on a fool
I cave in their cool whip
I pool of blood if it comes down to it
It depends on the threat
I like to inspect students
So I don’t get no one ruining the peace
That exists in my school in the East Wind
It’s a sin to spread venom when anyone could end up a murderer
But like I said before
We got nuts with guns shooting everyone
That’s why I make this Sum
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/17/23 04:48 PM)
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spirit_shadow
Old mate firebender
Registered: 09/08/15
Posts: 2,287
Last seen: 14 hours, 4 minutes
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Roses are red
Violets are gay
Your posts are too long
What else can I say
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bruh....
Ban Lotto
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I had a dream to serve a cream
Curve and it soften often lead
To disease in the liver sift several left overs
From last night to the package bright
And it last until it’s tight
I mix mighty magic into bite size tragic
I gots to have it or I’m flabbergasted
By the past kid
My mask skid off the Fast bids I get rid of shivers from overdoses
Come close it’s easier to see who be me on this beam I lend G intend
To freeze all disease and ailments I prevail bent off the rail sent
Invent the stain blood red that spent on 20 sacks of meth in the flesh
You could get the rest in your head and fed with the track attract men
Mostly they hardcore to the West to the East Coast see
And Globally most smoke will be imported one day
They have a need for speed overture they slay on tracks that play
No laughs in the gaff I tax over wax maximum rap that stung
I gun a slum up just like a dump truck I from it something slut that nice cut
I slice twice and ice strut down the block rolled dice last night probably
I’m constantly seeing freeing the mind unwind with bikinis solved in kind
I real inclined to eat a dime sack now but I wait for the vision
And then take it to the kitchen
I specialize in insight formulas of herbal medicine for martial art and Chi Gong!
I like to long stroke the folk off before cost to pay the boss is softened by the gloss in
This rock cocaine spin the tops in flame what’s the same is the bid the taste the skid
I lift the lid and dig into formula X I don’t share it on the set cause murder bet
I further grip the tech so serve a non herbalist verbalist abuse twos and threes
Disease come in many forms the norm is to squeeze the trigger figure that
Rollin’ fat mold in cat’s rap that sap the strength I enhance with dance the jig
Country I funk flee the seed of the square dance bleed breeds out the indeed route
Of about to roll down on crews that always lose I choose herbal medicine
As my profession in the game of fame and fortune
I torch in it and circulate chi inside of me and others
We all brothers of battle so I saddle up and rattle clucks of the ducks
Bucks busted off trusted flustered and can’t cut the mustard cuss word
I welcome you to step up to the stew become an action herbalist
I’m in the past tense some of the best herbs are illegal unfortunate
Mushrooms LSD, Psychedelics like these are the best to see
I clock G I rocked a P off a notch in a belt that clocks C words
Murder just blurs for those who haven’t seen
I rock a dream for the team plus to clean up and lean on martial art
I take no part in hard styles any longer
I’m stronger and 3 prong your current you do murder hit
Servin’ fit
So many problems I chill with Internal Chinese Martial Arts
I’m a weapon specialist I detect the slip up on non Veterans
My spread lead of the bullets I should pull hits on crews
You snooze you lose it’s all in the shoes plus 22 clips
I cruise on fuels of all types master murder but psyche for challenger
Valiance burn those who don’t got it
You could shotgun hit the stop the threat and top the set
No sweat I lead a let the people be violence I’m silent
The meth cap didn’t make it like he naked
I clasp the Dragon and Crane when up in black smoking flame
The game rocked the name clocked
Meth gives you wings I sings
Ganja got the pigeon wings I’m farmer of the Ganja
When it’s legal in the Bahamas
I made great riches
The order gonna pick me up
And lit the seat stuck
The meth cap thuds into things
His wings are brutal
Gross motion on the potion of adrenal
Motion on the Coat when the Ganja floats in
I soak the sin out the cleanse the lens
Too much venom with people!
Let’s not catch a sequel please fool
I lead the cool kids into the prisonless prison
Seeing the being spread deadhead
We could see as code red the flames murder instead
I blame the curvature for servin’ sucka ducks up
I lead a dump truck in the landfill to kill
Bury the bodies until resurrection with the connection
Gettin’ toasted on your Gold fold the fifth up
I’m lit struck the nick knock the clock stop
I top I sock the slip rock Pro Keds
Coat in the meds I bled soaked
Wrote the vote shows the Hos down whole town
Rolled in oats I show it to snow hit the most bitten
Least common bombing run
Sum the Suns and your guns from the Hung Hang em
Sag pants advanced venom with the Denim Jacket
The hack spit up poodles snip hope for noodles
To spread the lead I head in the Federal Agent
Flagrant violation the station like Canadian Bacon
I flake in the sake of men rakin’ moons like James Bond
All the pond I dip in to the kitchen that stitch in the rich kids
I flip lids soap make me slippery all the vote for victory
End of story with the born heat I greet
Any soldier’s fleet we was both dead meat
Good Italian Food leaves me in a good mood
You don’t got the good ingredients you might as well eat a takeout pizza
Each root for Shaolin Suit I loot the place in Sicily
For the taste of the fresh catch fishy
I switch be up to sticky
Green Indica buds
Reminding me of the mud I came from
This lane sprung up on so many
I’m so friendly but everyone scared of the air they breathe
I don’t mean to deceive
But I got the tricks up my sleeve
Magic fantastic I time travel charge it on my plastic credit card
I live so large I far reaching heat seeking thing sweet death that pecked
Like a bird I heard on the song I wrong to coat strong with hope
For man the vitamin is tighter than the plan I flip flight again
Spread my wingspan
With the dope suntan I scan the land as a fan of the average folk
Smoke Shop got the dope product now
You could serve Cow plus they allow Pork in New York City
I’m shifty I run naked through the city
Get up on stage now you with me!
I strip tease like sleaze catch the dance disease
I got real Gold and Platinum Keys
Crack Cocaine!
She magnetized me for decades!
Her cool, cool flavorful sweet taste
The height is the chill
No smoking with anyone ill to chill with
I real with the Gong Fu!
I practiced with a broom
After smoking a 60 piece
I love crack so much I stuff the rocks in my pocket
I stalk it
The streets I walk on after I’m gone
No one knows how long she flow on
You want another hit?
I seen fools getting lit for days
Crazed by the way she amazing!
Crack Cocaine is blazing in a pipe right now
Let a soldier show you how
Got that 5 0h double up
Been trouble to some
I never seen nothing but bubblegum
I run the sum
On anyone
Who hasn’t cracked it they rap tricks
I max on bitch smoking toking weed indeed
I love a blunt after a session
Crack is better than methamphetamine
We pick the shrooms
We hit up cacti
We don’t play die in the head
The gray matter
Don’t batter women
Or swim in the blood of men again
Every age that tend to end the Psychedelic
Leaves me as a true lasting relic of the fellowship
I hell a whole lotta love with the death grip
This clip did flip
Everyone sip the blood
Murder mud on the stick
Quick to lick up thick cut
I sick but I trick
HAHA! Magic
No I had bitch I glad I itch
I matchstick light up
The type slut that dyke but
I like the hype on the wiper blades in heavy rains
It stains the lady all crazy
Everyone in a haze be all phase 3
In a maze of trees
Caught the disease as a young kid
I slid in permanent for learnin’ it
I love burnin’ trip in the sip of the
Blip on radar gone in a flash of the weapon
I trip for the Alien Invasion
Greenhouse Seeds from Bangkok to Amsterdam
I wrote the plan up so you could know what’s up
I don’t float a coated duck
I voted struck by the Sativa
Everyone’s dream its the lean in that Buddhist land
It serve Buddha and Freemasons
To lace the place with good buds from the spaceship
Don’t quote cuts you outer space with the ace flipped
I grace nip a bud off a stalk and walk
I don’t like to talk to DEA
They make me sick every day
Legalize in the USA!
Mad murderous checks off the torch
Sets bets left the death off a left hand death blow
From heel to toe
I real in control
I solid my soul call it
I don’t give a fuck about my wallet
I follow the spirit on the trek the quest
To get the best Cannabis
Call it Ganja and damn I need some bomb right now
If all the murderers allow
We’d legalize for real Worldwide
Stop hiding the riding on the tides bring in the
Big Waves
Surfing is a craze
They say Mike!
You haven’t been drinking a lot of Water lately.
That’s cause I been hittin’ up the cash route.
Word? Plus you got the gun?
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
All the more reason to cause Manslaughter
I heat up into lizard freak
I write a cold sheet on LSD and Water
I hit up Ecstasy
Some flex to be the greatest
I hate shit that isn’t Water
I slaughter
Homicidal Man of War
To score the torn Dragon
Stag in the bag when
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
Coalesce all the Water Vapor
Nothin’ can save yah!
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
I’m drinkin’ Water tomorrow
All sorrow like salt over the shoulder
I pole vault over a Soldier
I from Ancient Rome and Greece
I have a habit of busting the teach
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
I tossed your offer into the trash
I folded up all rolled Platinum into the stash 1 Sun
Plus I pack the Gun
I manifest a Water verse
Like it’s nothing ill to rehearse
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
Every burst of energy comes from everything that be
The Chi
Chinese taught me Water
I lit up and felt the struck of the pulse
On impulse I did it
With no hits of the reefer stick!
Mike hits the Water
Mike hits the Water
Every drink
Makes me thirst for more I drink Water
How good is your sword fight?
My word is white lightning
The lightning stripe thing
I always ring the bell
All hell breaks loose
In the noose I dwell
All through this element
Of the relevant
You can’t meditate during combat
Unless your drawn facts come from it straight
The sword and spear
Things like this near
I handle double blades in all shades of color
I sulfur up the once word is struck they get thrown off
By the boss straight tossed into the lost and found bin
I been around been to the ground and back up
This rap struck a note
I coated practiced loaded I strongly hope all the bomb indeed
Try some speed methamphetamine
I know my herbs so I throw curves
Of drugs and thugs don’t understand the brand
Steady I know the deadly
I’m not readily available to share information with the World
I hold the Globe all is told strolled through the fold
Edited by Solid Log (05/20/23 03:45 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I write some hood shit
Some good shit
Flat footed Indian quick to run up and stick you with the Tomahawk
I seen a lot of fools chalked
How I walk takes into account the constant homicide
Don't see my crew glide
I put it down hardcore for the tribe
No one knows how the game is on it's toes
Still the same
I don't flow I gush
I'm a crew dude who plush
WIth the smooth move
I groove
Hardcore boiling
Come with the soil tech
My plants grow to the sky and sky high me
I light up trees grow them and breeze
I show men with disease on their shit
No license I flow like Mike Tyson bust your lip
My brain drips through the lane with crew
What you gonna do?
I stay true to the game
From Gangster I came
I still be hittin' up flame
I get all in the grain
Deep lanes of heads
20 cars bled some bullet scars off the bled
It’s a street brawl creepy crawl
Creatures left your each your I sprout wings
Come Kings offa swings blades and sticks
Light some lit
Kickback Layback shit the set don’t trip
I light it flip
The tight clip
The gun could rip at any second
Flowing who flex in the murder word you served
Catch a curve on that ass
And murder in the past your task was further in the stash
Of Herb I smoked so much heard through the bird I skirmish
I hurdle jumping trick stomping All with this walking
I talking some shit to your face then ace
You outta place and can’t stand the taste
Stay in your place bitch
All water and smoke chokes through the lungs
The chi really connects on LSD
A check and see reflex that be mundane
Base and in the lane for flame
A murder maintain the server
$100 bill curvature
Further I head uh some other trips
Yo run that clip back!
And sit with a sack and your woman
A woman shouldn’t ruin a trip all flew this dip
Like Dip Set did I screw off the lid inhale
And take some out to bail on the set
Prevail overcome the threat and step to the stale
I got rails to jail for the way all the stall in the lane
Simple and Plain we get brain
Sticks with the claim on riffs tracks lit who is to blame?
Everyone slain and the wax that stain deep through the soul
Ganja means rock and roll some jazz some rap
Fully loaded auto caps in the gats
Who could get more drugs?
I overdose on bloods
They call them slobs to do the jobs on them
But a lot of bloods claim set and then rep for real
I know some bloods and crips
Gangsters grip the steel
A lot of Gangsters don’t understand how the tank forward
Straight
Late a G
He got deceased
The khakis creased
Overgreased with the lube job
All flew a slob’s head off his shoulders
He tried coming bolder but instead
Got bled
It’s the Gangster Crews servin’ fools
Everyone needs the 420 vision
That vision is perfect
You collect respect
With hippies and all kinds of freaks
A lot of people did it illegal
We seem to be legalizing
It’s not surprising to find a lot of pot around
I release once hit the ground to take it to town
Get down dance all the sound I’m star bound
I check with the nouns, verbs, adjectives
We doin’ this big
A lot of people figure
Well no one will pull the trigger
But there’s no trip you been warned
If you can’t score trip
Try smoking your whole eighth get a grip
I know it’s an overdose for most
Make you comatose
You asked for it
Trip and you get your ass kicked on the floor just the same
We make product in this day’s dope game
Who got that gat shot out the lights
Flow on flights
Air Nikes Techs and Sweats AKs Mac 10s and hand grenades
All this for blades?
We stabbin' crews for days
Each one straight with the plate spins
Dig in the crates... That's my jam
Old School! Turn it up and
Get me some Gin and Juice
I loose on the floor
You could already tell I been born to rebel
Against the government
A walking Psychopath and I'm lovin' it
Grip the rubber grip
Crip dipped a trick for me but I skipped the ho
Then told the story
A ho needs no introduction
I got the punch in the face
By the bitch Stacy
For not taking her to Macy’s
Then I graced the record labels with fat cables
Willing and able
I turn the tables on a ho
Been to the store to get me some porn
I saw some shit that make me sick
I saw a dude on a dude
It was hella bad to see that shit lit
I scored a fifth of an eight ball of Yayo
Sit in the plain clothes
Then I threw on my attire
I’m on Fire
I spot a tire tread skid mark fled ho
To go
My shit is back by aim
Slip your watch snatch your Platinum Chain
Been all in the fame and fortune
Goin’ round corkscrewin’ bitches
Takin’ switches off
Rip bitches raw
Flip jaws
Trick all that you saw
The law is all I call
The name
Certified flame in the insane
Flip the skid and came
With the trip
Equipped to rip
My brain drip out the skull
You so dull and full of shit
I lit on tracks spin on wax
Feel head cracks with the tax
Certified maximum
With the sealed stack of cash
All soldiers smoke your herb down to ash
You could last with a gasp on your face
Freebase some Freebase Cocaine
Explain in the lane down the drain
Some crews claim this or that
But when the name comes
That’s when it’s rap
To take the sack out the pocket
Roll one up and Rock And Roll
Your soul is grown
You have flown many flights
Many nights I’ve seen city lights
I like the red and white stripes on the flag
A murderer flag a rag and hang with the gang
Slang came
Down the lane of death in step with the chain
That’s slept death is left with the X mark
All chalk up the talk but it’s rock solid
Whatever you call it
I clip down haste
Put your mud in the face
Any crew taste
With the ace I just last place them
To make sum I break come with the skate hung off the plate brung
The weight sacks
Let’s all get high in the crew that don’t die
Except at the end
Defend intense
The entrance is a death sentence
You left in this
Spaceship
Remain stripped
Feel flipped I ripped
Off the stage turn the page
Sages of the ages flavors dangers up
With stranger cuts
I take bets plus
I make bread cuss roast the whole coat slipped into the hole that deep
Creep with the peep nightcrawl on some reefer
Feature the East Wind a teacher that speaks blur
I reach curve
Slurred the speech that you heard
Do not disturb
Flipped you a sack
You got a heart attack back in black with the fat stack
I’m used to it fluid
I do hits up the unscrew lid off the jar of par Ganja tar earwax
Hit up the fear tax the beer and stacks of Platinum
Rap some done in the back I flack a enemy
Ten speed bike and Hennessy
Everyone flee when they notice me so focused
I broke tricks with the coping mechanism
In prison you see the vision
Get the hit end to befriend the kitchen attendee
I defend G off the mend with keys
I skeez a ho all bleed till you flow
Heel toe
Real old growth forest
Spotted Owls and porous Earth
Rich serve a stitch and mix up the fix
Tracks still in fact murder mapped the jacked
Have a knack to clack weapons
I got a spearhead warhead
To score red blood
Really fast grasp the shaft of the weapon
I don’t take steps in the check win
Every time
A gun pulled it’s crime on the mind to find the gangster
All shanks pour blood you in the cut
Get service what?
Heard of a slut and a nut job
Robbed of the corn cob pipe fully swipe the pot stash
Murder coming up fast serving lunch money
Nothing funny when you run the street
Each day of the week I speak freak
Busted sheets of spread
Murder in the head
Thoughts of death I’m obsessed with flex on fools
Check with some tools Mic Check 1,2
Screw that I roll a rap
Folded sweater with the gat in it relax
I take care of shit
Like a soldier I flip the stats
Come with traps maximum
You just stepped on one
A Vietnam Vet sweated the job so I fully heat up the dawn sunset
And then X the money bet
It’s funny to see a fool step
I got the rep to still and say jet out the place
Do an about face the crowd
Pump it loud
Murder is all in there around
Gangsters coming with it now
All I need is a small cup
I be straight on the cut then
Stalk the Streets Walk on Beats
That eat gangsters up
I like a slut bitch who bend over immediate
I like her tits and ass
I love to flash a ho in slo mo
I smoke some dro then do it to her fast
I pump up that plastic rubber spastic
I matchstick light up the gasp type of hos you want some mo of
I sho nuff bluff a ho into to drinking in my 64
I slip the door open then stroke her like the US Open
The word is spoken
Plus the set is broken I busted trust that fact cold up that rap
Pull in the clasp of guns sum number one
I fully gun up the streets
Scare the shit out of kids Ghost
The most you coast to coast
After a thorough study of herbs and illegal drugs
I don’t want that thug shit
I want the crack cocaine lit
Smoking on it slit in two what crew you knew
Who skew all the raps track that stack money with the gun heat
People acting funny
Too sweet with the complete unseat the double deed
Pipe some weed maybe but crack drives me crazy
I like a maze of phrases that stays crews in check
The doo doo flex came with the hex birdies snap necks 7:30
I learned heat come complete and correct or you get inspected
Wrecked my Tech ripped my AK dripped all blood off the Lynch mob
I a cinch on a slob I fully throb hearts
Make martial arts your home
It’s all you clone in the all alone
Crews frozen when they see you
Bleed true as your Ganja seeds grew then
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/21/23 12:21 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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Made clean cash twice
Now I rot diamonds on my rings
Spoken things soak in skin
Float this win
Begin
Hope the king doesn’t sting
I vote for the swing
Music
Two in a bench mark
Fully dark out the spark
Pull up like a shark
In the ocean of motion
I so in the skin
Vote to say when
I got the ahem.
Clear my throat…. The lens
Like the bends you get
The breaks me make
No mistakes allowed
I got a pound of Ganja
Yo mama wants it
I vomit on the wrong inch of flex
Tense this Mexican Cess?
Never that the stash is green
High grade
All we need to make blades
Drops and sprayed the crops
To increase the weight of the tops
High grade on blades
I crop a Iron Wire you expire on
I lit up core
Saw poor folk
Smoke a loc out
I don’t give a fuck
I smoked so much
I felt the head rush on crack cocaine
The Space Aliens above sold meth
So I copped a half gram
Snorted it and
Trained till the sun came up the next day
That was my introduction into the function of the Snake
Up the spine don’t shake
Make it or take in the see you then again
Release a ten piece?
We always half gram and slam
I got the lamb of Christ
Sacrifice on my Gold
All I sold all I told
I came through cold chillin’
Picked Wild Shrooms!
Felt the boom of the large consume
Spread a rumor that
I didn’t have the gat
But would roll you flat
If you attacked the homies
A cool Wu head gets lonely
For practice
I take a cactus overdose
I like coming close to specs of insanity
For hours and hours
Oh can it be
In the plan of the Universal jam to free the freedom Joy To The World!
When I hit up the OD
You can’t flee G
You come hit
Oh snap!
You did it now the gun clap like pow!
Murder how you all in it to go further
You powerful
You gonna tower over the trip
Until you blip the peak
Speak of reeking of cannabis
Now the cactus speaks
Man it just peaks and peaks
Multiple slopes coming up
Holy Smokes for the tokes
Ganja heavy
I like a truck Chevy
Man I wasn’t ready for that blast
The next time I want the cold cash and rhyme
Dash a crime is to sign it done deal
Before you wax the seal
It gets real bro
Ride it out
No doubt further max on the burner
The seed you sow
The Ganja it grow
Higher till you get phat smoking that
Turn it into black
Roll a Rap
Superhuman in fact you capped
Murders mapped up around
People end up on the ground
You didn’t hear a peep come from me
Someone tried to key me G
And I didn’t do nuthin’ to nobody
I might have to grease
Release some fools from their meek
Existence
Rap and go the distance
Practicing weapons
Most defenseless
Get fenced in
Soldier to win fold your ten spot up
We like our product
Shell shocked and strong buffed
In the cut
I did crazy stunts
Things people couldn’t believe
I shrugged it off
Like nothing up my sleeve
It’s the flow
Fatal transitioning of the toe up
Death blow cut with slow ride
Inside I collide with myself
Mental stealth
Release the hell
I’m on bell duty
All fruits I eat are sweet
Ripe and in season
Freezin’ in the Winter
Call me master splinter
I fin to get in here
Steer clear of traps
Fully auto
Slaughter thought so
I below the belt
Welt from the strap
Beaten blue and black
Curve and that’s a fact
Death blow and you swerve
Keep under control
Sold your soul
All the Rolex
I fold text the program is sex
Told in the jam your best friend and
Got one less friend
Damn!
All is you fold head you told red
X city bled
A buck fifty
Thrifty with the cuts nifty
All slice be ice
Frisbee
Roll dice
King me
Hold twice
The thing be
Hinging on squeak
Creak busted a freak
Must it be bleak?
I murder crews a piece
Got the East wind blowing
All knowing eye
Sowing seed till you die
Ganja seed
Don’t even try
I don’t deny getting high
Wets the eye up
From dry scuffed
As mind flux
Murder in the Klu Klux Klan
Got the jam for the slam
The program
That sold fam
A fat ass gram
I love the Wild Wilderness
Sneaks a headache in to make the mistake
You red blood and at it again
No way to make it break
Fake and I’m shakin’ on the plate
Fate skid the haters to latersville
Jump on the scene until
My cap kill
I bust a lil’ fucker
This motherfucker here isn’t queer
Or anything
Except my gun ring
Yo I flow a thing like Country Music Singers
Beginners get the wing dingers
Off of lingers
Chicken fingers
All day R&B with Marvin Gaye
My song play out the fades
On radio waves
Broken into chunks and lumps
Serve a sucka somthin’ from the trunk
A lyrical punk can’t dunk it
My spunk hit the front bet
Rollin’ Soldier told yah not to shoot off a shoulder
I roll boulders away from my burial place
So I could resurrect like Christ
Fiend for it and in check
On some ice
I get respect when I grip the device
Another lightning verse
Of the burst
Pull up the hearse
You cursed with thirst for drugs
Machine Guns
Plugs that sum up fronting
You wanting to kill and ill
It isn’t chill until
You grab a machine gun
Something still in the mind
Relax rewind
I serve dimes and nicks?
Never that
We weight on the plate
With mad variety
Herbal so don’t try to be
An ace in this place
Murder defaced you
Laced your whole crew in the stew
These raps like brew
You swig it fidget and die
Throw up a digit if you sly
Don’t ask why
I shy an eyelash blush makeup
I rake for the fake to stuck it
Later skater
Don’t be a hater
It’s the electric thermos!
Who burns with this?
Light up the peaceful hippy herb
Do not disturb
Sex might be taking place
Or arranging flowers in a vase
Whatever your taste in life
Gangsters gonna roll the dice on you
Kill you whole crew sipping brew
Be lewd and crude and spit in your food
Live you the shoot shot gun talk jive
You can see it the way they walk
I don’t night stalk
I light hawks up
I need more drugs
I love smoking buds
But heavy toking thugs are rare
So I keep it down to a bare minimum
Be spittin’ a hippy verse
When I saw I cursed the slay the works
Back in the day I slayed
First after the gun burst
You could eat dirt
I make combat work
My shirt leather
And I never forget the Psychedelic Weather
I just made a few switches in a cold dragon dance
Later!
I advanced.
People have plans to practice
I applaud all who saw the War
To score you before
The lore you in for
Is the rip roar
Dip more in the War when
A soldier fold men
All told it’s the end
Of the distance
Existence
Extinct incense burning
All rap crews are churning
I get a herniated disc when I do the twist
Light up my wrist a bit
If you for real you seal up a Vet
Rollin’ Techs
Respect the Vets please
I diseased topic
Steez is hip hop trip
The eye socket lift you locked it
Got popped one in your noggin’
For stock bend the volume defend
I send lyrics recommend
Internal Chinese Martial Arts
I pull apart a hard style MC
From the Wu Tang
I true hit up the thang
And then kicked back and sang:
I LOVE TO GET EXERCISE!
Everyone could use a few sheets of LSD
Writing poetry
Smoking trees
No disease from fleas and skeez
Right this reinstate reels of tape
Make America Great Again
The lesson expended profession
Tended to end it there
No major player
Throwing their hands in the air
Lighting up squares
Truth or Dare!
Does you dare come near?
Tell the truth are you ruthless
Do you bodybag and stock up some mag?
Murder in the flag of the Union
Red and White stripes consumin’ some
Bruise you brung
Flew a hung fool off his lung at school
Smoking Ganja by the pool I chill
Exchange for $100 bills
I write until the night turns back into day
Time slips
Rhymes drip
An illegal style compiled by the Mikey Neides
Gets inclined to go hardcore with War
Tore the arm off and now I score another harm darn stuff like charm inc.
That’s I.N.C.
We got a lot of rare disease to freeze
No one needs to hear it but they can’t come near it
Cascading clashes of water freezing flashes
Real Water off your rocker talk there training explaining
My brain in the lane to sing
I King I wing tip I defend ends recommend commencement of the practice
I back this up with struck lead you deadhead
I sped up the fled on the red fire truck
Fiend a duck for a stuck pig
Release all your hid grease smoke a lid of grass in one class
Ask your local rapper to chapter sworn you get torn
I was born in the fires of rage turn the page
A great sage said anyone with a gun is coming from hell
With the stung ring a bell and you sum
Gangsters roll up on you with the gat
After rolling up they get rolled flat
I serve a sack to a homie
Of the Ganja smoke a bone be
Prone to Psychedelic then
Light up your head
Keep smoking grass at last I found the ground to walk on
You stalk on em on meth
Creep through the treasure chest that blew
All your crew slew fools
Release tools on fools school is in session
You best when you murdering
I heard of thing different
Internal Chinese Martial Arts
First get your blood red
Then instead of punching people in the face
Like a disgrace
Learn some real technique
Speak the Master speak
Run a geek off the planet
I banned him with the limit of drugs for thugs to pull the plugs
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/23/23 10:23 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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For our Veterans
All steps you stay centered in
The battle
It takes a lot to ride the shotgun position on the stage coach
A lot of people boast about killing
But are they willing to die?
Don’t even try to fly the friendly skies with enemies on the rise you cry
Shake, freak, skate, bleep out the cuss words
It’s absurd to think you could drink a drink and sink in the thing
The wing takes practice
Years of blood to match this
Your attack hits the heart of the chart
Veterans seen it
Believe it
Don’t you sweat a Vet
With your death
Letter to a friend recommend you do some contact fighting with your kid
You think it’s exciting to fight?
You get winded down tight
I like a light within the insight
I right a writer who take flight here
I stop steer clear of the type to steer
You into the battle begin
I fully expect the difference is in the final rinse
The discipline of the martial kin
Brother and Sister to the end
I’m proud to be American
All souls go to Heaven
You think you better than the Hell you Dwell until
Practice lights you up like a matchstick
Shine bright like the Sun
You got a gun!
You #1
You have fun with the under the underdone
You fools wax won?
I don’t like to stung but become
A service in practice to matchlessly
Attack the speed is run?
I one hundred percent spent
On the to the cent penniless
I ready since the deadly master snatch the life
I busted twice
Rolled the dice
Got iced up
To the slice cut it nice but
I don’t like tricks
Master this!
You lack the crisp snap
Fully loaded gats
And blades down with hats and shades
Soldiers throw hand grenades
Made in the shade
Till you laid out flat
How you like that?
Service fat cat to swerve this
You get returned hits
Burn you to bits
You better quit and practice
Your martial art
To reach a max of the sickness
You go the distance then
The salt licker
18 tenser your figure quicker picker upper
Suffer tough War
Enough score
I got the drugs
Born in plugs
After that mugs serving herbal teas
Disease for free cured legally
Lured into Opium Den
By floating creature men
Martial Art historian
To be born again
Not the War and then!
You score a friend
Told you to spend a dime
On a crime like Opium
Why I’m
Dying
Stroking the clock tick tock time again
Rhymes I recommend diamond plus
Sort of an A+ grade to get made in the Water
I’d rather caught a disease that weaken
Than speak in dialogues leagues of legend commence
The speed blend with ease tend to release
All the cheese
Bleed your wound soon to die
Render the eye blind
Mind in the prime find your crime was mine also
All so in the War on Drugs
Thugs pull the plugs
On Opiates
I soak in cold sweats
We don’t have any other herbs like Ganja
We have a legal form of Psychedelic Ganja
It makes you leak mucous into your intestine
Why I ingested it then just a few times
For a few rhymes
You could smoke Ganja with few crimes
Few chimes ring if the time is being
Finding the Ganja for seeing the dollar sign
On the Dollar Tree design for what’s mine
I’m taking all the Ganja profits
I rock it legal at an illegal price
Kids will always roll the dice on lids for skids
We love Ganja twice as much as any other herbalism
Word to prison
To go against Ganja you got some nerve with no vision
Some overheard the plot to make the decision
To smoke a lot of pot and release the shot through the hot heat that fits in
In the jungle The Sativa I be free the Weed burn through each earning
All the Ganja is concerning the people
The sequel is the freak full of legendary tales of ails cured and purified
Ganja never tried is a crime and I’m spreading Ganja rhyme
Soldiers turn on a dime
A Yo!
The homie Chris lights up the meth
I lit up the meth
Stay up all night and invent
Martial Arts pulled apart from the core
From the War before the core you soar
High in the sky
Twisted, Bent, Try
To recently spent the eye up
I line ducks in the row to blow away
Chris does meth till he old and Gray
Never met decay like Chris
He smoked a little pot and sniffed mostly just meth
Half to death these speed freaks spent each day of the week
Serving bleak
I busted bleeped the cuss words
Some absurd type dysfunction
What lunch meant to a kid
Is like Breakfast and Dinner too, to Chris
I serve a dish like meth
For what’s left of the Death Trip
I line ripped is a mind fixated on the later some made it
Many died
The eye multiple tenfold
All raps bold fold in sold like Gold
I got cold and hit up meth at night
After a night flight
I rolled up tight
Within the bright Sun is the gun
Just for fun it attracts kids like magnets
Bag meant for the week is used in a few days
All sun rays to blame for the flame
Bang em!
Burn em!
Learn the death
And then serve a step
Back to your Ganja roots
You lucky you got that Ganja
I spent a lot of loot
Water blazes
Earn straight As in everything
Under the night wing it’s King of seeing
Psychedelic being tied
Although it’s hard to tried to compare
But for me I like the airwaves
I stay sprayed off layed off the job
For Water offer I cough up a cut blurred vision
You got to amplify
The sample isn’t dry
It’s Water wet
To jet you need High Voltage bet
You get ahold of it quick
With one easy step
You get the set met by a stretch of the message
Water if you flex you haven’t seen enough Water
A lot of shot heard at night
People high on Water showing fright
And impolite passed the class ass out
I love a martial art route on Water
I shot the Sherrfiff
Sang Bob Marley
A job for Water it’s involved I called your friend up to send up
All murder heads up on the meth plucked
A scored four times the place water ace
I get the taste for Trip like Mushroom and a blip
On radar take you so far out
You haven’t been seeing before you scored
All Buddhists meditate on the drug overdose death
A good Buddhist shoots up fentanyl
And smokes meth
You could a stretch of the mind they blind never
They be seeing forever
Reincarnated as Jimi Hendrix
They do a lot of meth and reflex hit the Tech 9s
They rewind and stop on a dime when the crime is a Vision
The blind can’t see
Sometimes a Buddhist drug addict dies
The cries heard in the Ganja World
Come unfurled
I stirred up the pot so you could get shot by gangsters
I has to to say thanks to the Buddha, the Dharma and the Sangha
Without a shank I sank Philly Steak Cheese Sandwich
My mind its rich with the insight
That Buddha might bring in a thing called prison
The being of Buddha stood and should serve as a model
You get full throttled by the bottle of alcohol now
All service allow for more Buddhists to powerfully
Reverse the Earth condition and sow the seeds on a mission
To enlighten every being
Bold heat
No dice and you cold sweet
Fold over twice and you old meat
Told on the ice to go stroll in the street
Holding what beat the house
Marked Cards
Soldiers with scars that Gold on hard
I got the par in a jar
To go further the far
I sold all the holdings in stock
To shock come up stop
The enemy
They never friendly
I send a dope beat to what meet them
All they molded in was the winning ticket
I stick it in between their ribs
When they pull the knife yo that’s just life
I cold stab kids to compete with high bids
Murder slid right through with your crew
High again and pulled out the Glock 10
Popped it to shop trip up on this bullet
All that thought is wrought with your girlfriend’s
Shock when she dropped
I hock up snot like time forgot
In the high sky
All soldiers realized they demise
I despise a straight lace killer
Cap filler
$100 biller
Wool then willer to chiller
I sift it through the filter
To go off kilter
And milk you
For all you been through
You crew
Yo!
We got the House of Flying Daggers
Anywhere you step in
You get hit unless you welcome
We all lit on the substance
To pull the plug in this
We drugged up fists and weapons
Edged and impact
Still intact in fact
The maximum
Dope
Cope with it
Rolled you get sticked in the shit then
We spin
Fully loaded when we fold hits up
You slid you get struck
It’s all about a buck fifty
Meth is the topic
I shop switch
To holler crisp
Your wallet stuffed
Called all Soul and you strut
I got it in the gut
To fuck shit up in the cut
I’m telling you
There’s no gelling crew
Who slip in through the backdoor
This is War
You can’t escape the Daggers
Before you stagger down the street
Try to compete?
You get beat
Everyone Golden defeated
Greeting with the blade
All crews then get slayed
Everyone’s day ruined
To the tune you spoon
The loom weaves
All suckers get deceived
Until they plucked towards that shit
And bleeds
Ganja tokes broke out with the sticky icky
No quickly sinking iced up meth feeling
We healing
Meth is limited
I passed the limit and
I want legalized Ganja Worldwide
No inside hiding riding the Artificial Light mylar reflective
I reflected like mylar on the Psilocybin Mushroom
It’s a custom to crush kids too soon
Everyone want a spoon of some dope
I just want some good smoke
Sativa
Provoke thought to feel to
You real grew grown up when you in it you had enough
When your digits thrown up when you roll
I control the soul
I never fold up
I hold truck rope around my neck
Inspect
Now, I fully auto with the pow
Come powerful
Down they go and toe up
With this flow they suffer
I don’t bluff I hit up the OZ of the shrooms be leaning in rooms to seed moneys
I bleed bled wax the head Roe vs. Wade with the blade
I control people
Seize the arm and take down to the ground I found a pound a penny
I bent heat right now something sweet running the street
Till the takedown around town
I greet expert fighters with designer clothes
All Rolls Royce
The choice on points I smoke a joint
I like bongs a lot
I forgot about the martial art
Just take them down and armlock until the cops come
Don’t hurt anyone
You got a gun?
You want to shoot people?
That’s rude and all evil
You probably can’t even handle your weapon quick to step into confrontation
Around the nation station plays Gangster Rap
Bitch slap the kids
Kids roll hidden in hoods called ghettos
If you ain’t from the ghetto then score some smoke
And smoke a homie out for realz yo!
Everyone love that
I tripped all the cats out at the meth house
Roll up an ounce into joints and pass it around the party in the crowd
Toe down they all went
The meth chick told me joints is happening shit!
No I don’t quit I light up spliff meditate and set it straight
My rap always hits like Mike Tyson on DMT
Set them free
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/26/23 09:29 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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What doesn’t does what wasn’t even your friend
Still intend I bended the street
Competing with kids who gangbang
Still they hang on corners looking for some work in the crew
I represent Gangland grew
Hang ten on the surfboard
I scored all gangsters up tored
I floored the gas so I could roll past
You get the shaft of the weapon placed in your hands to Veteran
Pressed into combat yo I’m back at the crib training civilian weaponry
Still I know how to kill but I don’t ill in my squad
Always on the job to pull it out the fog
Your mind is in
Try some rhyme to begin
Rewind the tape
You busted hate crime then
Against a black man
Cops shot him again
I folded fam up
I ran stuffed in the cut with the wallet fat
Rollin’ cats with gats strapped folded maps up
The trap shut
It’s in the cut Psychedelic
Never fronting like what?
You want something
The herbalist
Wax verbalist
On microphone MC
Total twist up the reefer plus your teacher blown
I have so many herbs to flavor with grown
Tight lid on the jar
I unscrew to do some who want some?
Even my student brung the lesson
Stay fresh in the cut
And jam it just as fat cut relax strut
The peaceful equal to the reach through as keep pulling
Wool in this we rap murder twist
Everyone hits up the drugs
They do anything for it they love
Like hand in glove it surrounds the thug
Everyone’s head dubbed
Further strunged out
I got a route to take no fake no mistake
All the herbs I ate and drank
Thank You
Your tank crew engaged in battle
All fluid in the rattle hum of the weapon
They steppin’ from the maximum fully run the full heat
War is so sweet for kids who play War
Tore them off and boss around the green moss
I use that moss as medicine
I’m familiar with the tonic properties it got see
I optimum brung a sack to heal
All I feel is the seal on the stew
For the reaper in the brew who do the voodoo
Old through Gold rope Crack Cocaine smoke
Dangerous but busted I rusted back
Mastered of the mustard and ketchup
You flex but you wrecks cut
I stab sets mumble the from crew humble drew
The lung off and flew
All shoot this like a nudist as rule and true they all bare
Care to stare?
I come shining like the glare
In dragon’s lair
I’m a player
I say hey there!
Are you a square still?
Kill for hundred dollar billfold
Glasses gold in the rolled Crack
Sold a sack to max
Flap the wings and scratch
The gats need gas plus the class passed
Feel the wrath
Of the stretched
Fully auto stencil caught flow
A bit of Platinum glow
You get flattened toe to toe
Wrap you up with a bow
Resume control all I hold is the mold
Realize all I strolled through was the garden grove
Have Mercy on the soul
Water patrol just sold the untold facts
And off of that let’s all max and relax
I light up black Ganja tracks
And spin wax
Disease lacks the shredded cheese flavor
Savor the major flavor taster hasty blurred baked some oven straight edge
On someone
I catch a rugged rap
Fisherman hat with the fat LSD tab
High Power from the lab that grab land to sag sand on command
I rock this jam I am what I propose to be
All service crews heed warning P
You ain’t born again until you drop Acid and rapping
Hazardous cuts but strut the Philly Blunt cut in the mellow
All crews hello
From the jello mold
I cold struck off the funk to trunk of jewels pack tools on mushroom blues
Got new shoes
Rap crews get twos deuces
All sleuth sits on the roof crisp with the cement invention
Sent in to the stench when
The sewer is pure
Fewer and fewer people reach it as the mushroom unseats it
I bleep hits out
All reach around to the ground downtown
Light up a frown into a smile
I wild glide the hide off of stride
Max mics
Duck the track twice struck
Hit the high up to line the cut with bleach
Each is each
Beach sand all Platinum to the rap maximum
Sack that you stung offa was Ganja
Calm with the on yah strong gun what’s one?
I tongue of the slung strap in fact
So don’t run raps back till you jack the trap and stack
Max intact with flack flying there’s no denying it
I don’t hafta try and spit
Smoking joints all lit up Royal Blue hold that thought
Rip got snot out the nose
You can’t flows if you ain’t Wu Tang slows
The close door came into the picture
Never sippin’ liquor we light up spliff here
Don’t smoke?
Eat an edible and float
Release the hope that one day everyone will chill all Gray in martial
Full of art full of the part full smart wool
We got it
Flip all your logic
Your shit is problematic
So I’ve have it up to here
I steer clear yo
We’ve got a most ferocious
Dragon/Tiger interaction from Shaolin for you
It’s the score dude
You hit it up
Slip stuff underneath the rug
To pull out from under
I fold a slumber party
All the chicks went lesbian and shotgun the spread
Murder heads up
I still in Chuck Taylors
I don’t do any favors
I feel like slave labor
I got my skill and ill
Chill at Shaolin
You be crowned then
Crack an MC off
I rip raw
Guzzle don’t sip saw a firearm
Fully loaded emptied out and exploding bombs
All the calm stay in the yarn spun
Fully done
One run up gun up till they numb
What have we become?
You can’t even sum the credit edit out loud shouts in the crowd
Service to work this down now
Is you down?
Light up all around
I could get it to town
I love Shaolin
I study then
Muddy the waters with a ten sack
Meth in the countryside is widespread
Murder in the head
Fed to bled service to the furthest reaches
Unseat this Fed
Get the head out
I run a red no doubt
First to crisp up this sick stuff I lift the bluff was enough
Kill that shit and crush still it suffer until they tougher
Brother said word up with no shirt in the cut
Now that’s what’s up
Wu Tang
They swerve on your set till metal rusted
That’s trusted
You bust shit like lead
I head out
All around the village you can sample the spot
Everyone gets shot until they never forgot how loud the gun sound
Still the murder underground
Gangs with the thangs
Run up and gun up
You don’t’ even know what’s up I thump a bass drum
All feel the hum of the drummer
Blunder your words they all swords
Core of this to the floor I hit the gas
In the past you could crash a party
Dart all full of heart for the charts
Murder is an art
Meth heads seem fully content
With their bent soldier intend to fled the scene
Murderers are green
My team saw they fiends for green Ganja
Plus meth heads lean on it to bomb yah
All this and I gleam please stay calm with your clean beam you cause drama
You try to murder me and you see fast that I chill and smoke grass
Pass that joint and I anoint
We market it to fully park in shit
Your squad tripped now you tripped forever
Clever to lay down guns around
Astound later with the pounds skater
Everyone a hater on my party pad Ganja herb fab
I crab a dab off of soft
I got enough OG pot to spot the caught shark in the mark after dark with the arc
Light still they frighten
Psilocybin tighten you right up
Murderers strut
I know a bunch in the cut
Get that grass and cut the past out I blasted the route out for you
To score dude
Your attitude is to move
Still show and prove
We soothe groove and fuel up
Suited for the big trucks
That run over with the stunts
Murder over easy just Gs be in the team see
I lean breezy sneeze be to rip apart
Mold metal to settle the threat you spread fully
Gully washed out with the soft fist route
No doubt I scream and shout at MCs
Who breeze and diseased with no trees trips
Herbals they learned you in that stew
Now
I don’t want to be a drug predator
I just want to settle score
When I was young a DOM head always got pissed at my ass
While I was hooking up grass
I hadn’t tripped yet
I was the terrorist threat
WIth inject I checked
Serviced respect to all the old heads
Musicians playing blues
Now I play the blues and in the news
I’m not the best Drug Agent in the World
But I can hold it down for the Earl Gray
Tea to spray
Sun come out another day
Every sun ray is treasured
I measured out as feather light
Insight Buddhist
I like to twist up the who did this cut?
See! I’m a drug predator G
I want to see everyone free of the shackles
Grow old with drugs tackled in the fold
It’s tough to hook up
I hooked up and Wu Tang is all in the cut
A Coca monster thumpster I in the dumpster bumped the shit out my ass
The Cocaine
Yes in the lane everyone like it raining
Try to fit in you then menace on the block
On the block I stalk on meth
But I need the Coca then it’s no sweat to smoke up money
Nothing’s funny with the gun heat
Gun sweet gets greeted with seize lead the trees medical
I edited pulled up on the Coca Monster like Blanka
I stomp you out?
Never that I flow too clever with the craft in fact
Man there are so many drugs
We got a drug War
This place is violence to the core
Everyone snored on the track went fully black out
With my sack out I roll it up and wrap around
I seen astounding shit in my clip fully loaded to the hip
I got a grip of flip
Right now I’m a sight down on the crown to take it to the small town
I all around known as blowin’ the set
No threat I met the stretcher the ambulance made me fresher
I sector 8 skate the lecture to date is hate
Still crews inflate on Cocaine great
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/28/23 02:20 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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Ill the chalk mark screech rap test flex through checks in Mexico baggage
We want to smuggle in Tons of Sativa
I freeze in lead roles
I pay heed the toll cost to flea size demise
On the rise is drug crimes everywhere
Poverty tear apart cities
Sittin’ pretty all lit be the rich
It’s a cinch to serve a step last breath kept slept on
Hit a bong hit flow shit that’s dope soap slippery
Fit you be in the written plural
I like multicultural World all swirled
I’m from Hollywood
A melting pot all the peoples we got
You could get shot over an ounce of pot in a street deal
You learn the streets for real
Pack apart from the stack the art of murder
I learned to further my self defense so tense
Crews ease up on the fence
When disease shows all clean clothes flows
I shone shine in the mind there’s still time to change
Strange deranged flavor with the crave
Don’t salivate
Eat up the food on your plate politely
Or homie might light you up G
I don’t mean to hype bleeding receding chains all like this explains
Guns and knives came with the tools in the frame fools all the same
Murder entertains the lane they blood stain let me explain further
All serve your curdle blood
Show up at the club and get snubbed
Rubbed out
Search light found the crowd up in the sky flying high
I’d rather die than murder
I don’t want to hurt anyone with this gun I worked on for 30 years
Let’s have a beer or some veggie juice to get footloose
I deuce a scoop up the coop but I true as tucked
I fucked it up I know
All I do is blow stacks of cream rap like it seem to strike rich oil gusher
Fully suffer the consequence murder whence blend into stench of the sewer
Gutter all flew your flutter while you mutter death under your breath
I blow out half step crept on Ganja slept kids
Who just now smoking lids
And good for them
Be better than the sweater than the camera to up close snap scopes
The hope is for folks to cling to the rope of rescue
All Ganja lights up and bless you
And it’s about time
Wet bags of oil
All Royalties paid
Extra rhyme blade and hand grenade dropped
Popped some kids who try skid mark on a bitch at the park
I fully barked at them they got scattered to atoms
With my gat son
It’s how the gun rung that was so much fun for me
I run G up the lead school
Bleed in the pool to pack a tool I got it I’m cool
I rule raps perhaps I seed up sacks of wet
Murder in debt clapped the gun and left to collect the check
Earn respect
Respect due with a clue I murder who?
The fool is flew I two times hit land mines and almost died
I dropped sly hid the sky in my eyeball
Release rise tall as fall of all
All the scrawl on wall is called graffiti
A cool name to the beat be
I be hitting up billboards
The heavens and still tour for a mil or more
I might have to score with this chick
She ripe as a hick at the dentist
Ventriloquist wrote this shit
Drop the soap and slipped
Dipped into the Coca now I soak a crew with blood in the soaker
All toke your herb and swerve correct until you don’t get cold checked
We drill oil wells
Dwell in fact we too intelligent
We don’t worry about money
You in a hurry with some gun heat
You popped so sweet in your stock
Rock a sheet of LSD
I like a cream joint on point with Water
Taught your all your bank roll caught yours
Up on the rap cure this to fewer fists
Than dissed tricks in the mix
I don’t mix with six the number there times twist
Bullshit you fully stepped in to begin
It’s a murder it’s a sin to squeeze it like juice and gin
You can’t win
No way in or out
I caught a route
Murder is about to crept in the route you on
Learn to flow long
In the Wu song we make expert fighters
Artists rhyme writers too polite to excite the fluid type
My mic light I swipe a hard guard on psychic scarred
Murder Yard on meth and that’s to death
I fin to hit up a mega Sun
Fasting lasting till I rung Platinum and ingested the eighth of Azurescens
To skate checks in the flex sung the song all along I wrong too strong
And hit the dawn daylight you stay frightened I lightened it up for the stuck
Struck with blade in the shade rap rhymes made in the grade stayed gray
I like a Sun Ray any day I don’t play in the way unless I spraying no delay
Gun play in the grade murder maximum till you blood stained
Get a dark shade all this trademark still in the dark in park
I got an arc to save life I might wipe out the type with clout to strike
Military might hype up on pipe smoke with every kind of toke I broken in
Smokin’ so much I chose a friend to end this recommend this
Don’t spend this all in one place with pace I tell my Ace natural flavors
All neighbor’s behaviors is a major deal on the wheels of life turning type
I got a ripe one so I murder with the gun you know where it come from
I smoked a ton of herb and shroomed hit some years sober then hit the tomb
In the womb I spoke words fluid to the 33rd degree you can’t murder me
I’m hard to kill Type and ice chill roll dice until cable splice with the trizz mil
Black Eyed Susan often cruising in the Gangster room then
Fool men easy trees blaze all Sun Rays for days light up the ways
In the maze I stay crazy hazy often phase 3 stage aging gracefully
Fully on it dog gone it I strong hit flip the topic stock it with the rocket blast
Take off fast murder cash in the ash with the mustache and beard seared
All raps cleared to go to flow with toe ring show to sing bring the candy dream
Murder it seem to beam at you how’s that crew they laugh at you
Drew your sap until you turn blue and die from the overdose
Of heroin you came close I dare you to spend a day on the Psychedelic crazed
Hyped the relic melt into fists intelligent twist Mike fist up to strike fit type As
Snip snipers off hold in the cost of the boss you toss don’t need one to easy six gun sun
I bring a bell to rung in hell still I smoke Ls I dwells in a fabricated home full nelson
Applied cut and dry why you got murder in the eye? Doesn’t it make you cry?
I shot a high bid raps rhyme slid right through. Onto legs still I peg leg
With the powder keg on it’s last leg to beg Prego
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (05/29/23 08:59 AM)
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Old mate firebender
Registered: 09/08/15
Posts: 2,287
Last seen: 14 hours, 4 minutes
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Roses are red
Violets are dead
Edge Allen poe is dead
Everything is dead
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Ban Lotto
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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A sick soldier applied violence I told you radio silence
I file in line still in wine I dime piece find deceased soldiers too
All the crew can’t stand you
We’d eliminate you with a gravestone too if you phone all the prone
I like it known that what’s shown smoke a bone to
I roam through the wasteland called cityscape and the way it brand labeled
Stay stable stand I rock a major league methamphetamine step
Relax it crept stepped into death
What’s left?
I don’t know which way the wind blow I’m feeling it though
Stealing the show
All reeling from the flow just to toe up
I grow stuff I gone hold rough custom to scuff them up then
I don’t like to fight but rhyme’s gotta be tight so I on sight kill
Murder at will before the light bill comes
I sums up the culture
Gangster a vulture on hawk word as they mock you absurd
Someone to talk to is got to grew on the flew flown sewn song
Hit a bong rip or something I stun wing
I got a lot to sing the drum beat
Eat up crews too sweet they need to meet death soldier then slept easy
If I had a big sack of Cocaine
I’d blow my brains out no doubt
I tried it can’t deny it hit loaded the head trip
Can’t sit still people kill for less
Suggest the flex murder steps into checks
Best you rep set
I text then
To flex when they send it
I can’t recommend it it’s dangerous as hell
Ring a bell slight I rap right up to the top
Still clocked selling stock in swelling up
Murder tucked in this Psychedelic substance
I love trips
Murder mix in the fix with slips up
I written harder I just farther out to shout out loud
Drugs are the noun to sound crazy
Kick back days be coming
For the drumming everyone running who evil
Raps and relegate the make
Everyone skate get a date on the plate
Weight costs a lot
Don’t sound shocked if your friend died
And tried cocaine slide
Into heaven
7-11 sells it in hell twitch
Master the mix for six run up to stun
I got the gun so I hum a tune
About the fuel
Dragon staggering on the flag again
Raise the flag and then
Retire on fire with the smile
I admire valor
And low calorie fly the wingtip medication sensation call Cocaine brains
I’m so Glocked out
I rock a rock route the shock
Felt the way I stays laid back
I chill a Chronic Couple Big Sacks of Ganja Product
I’ve been reduced to a speed freak
A busted geek who reek of the meth bleed on command
Service to the land I branded
I standed stood the hit wood grip on weapons
I Techs in the best spin to lean it to gleaming seeming the team and the rest
Service till you flex
Heard of Death?
Word and that’s burned till you smoke the meth
I suggest the crept up creep
Murder in your sleep
Each day of the week I feel overly Glocked
Stocked with shreds of cheese
On my hot dog I rip rock through the fog and smog
Of Los Angeles
We got it brand to spliff now
I just need to find me one
How the Ganja run
You don’t need to sell me on how it rung
Everyone wants to join the gang
Of drug crews
On the corners?
No way in the Mansion they display advanced Gangsterism
Never goin’ to prison
They pay the cops off and just listen
The Politicians too
Everyone caught in the stew of the brew of drugs
Chill burning 38 slugs
Everyone’s mugs shots forgot
The FBI rot on the case
What takes place is CIA selling laced
Product the lock shut
To the top strut
The Military sell them weapons scary
To rep in this you get buried
I’m married to the game
In flame I became a One Soldier Name for myself
I rack up wealth stealth I bell and gel on the street
I don’t compete with crews
Or get involved in their blues
See mom!
I got on the Nike Shoes!
Everyone need to get buried in a sea of Ganja Trees
They cultivate get weight
Save a eight ball of the shrooms for later skater
A lot of crews hater
Cause I hooked up the real shrooms
I say I’m major
I got a pager with Platinum flavor I roll a day dreamer
I cream your seem to score the War torn
I born to scorn in the morning till midnight
That’s when I take flight within insight
My Mexican to the X again they grow Sativa
And I want to be a Sativa head you see
I throw away the Indicas and Crosses
All the bosses losses I floss trip the sausage sip the sauce up
Flip crews with the tunes that drip like the Crips and Bloods
Bloody one day the gun play gonna catch up with you say hey!
I just Mayday warn the sea spray on the North Shore of Hawaii
I try to be Tropical all the posse be stoppin’ me
I lock lots of G up
I shotgun with the rot Sun
I under thumb of slum
They murder a ton of guns from the slums
For a burner a wax on the kind nugs
Before they serve you heard of the plugs?
All thugs got one slugs in the hot ones
The surgeon operate you get dated
You crew is fated to get lated
I made it big and now I swig on the Grape Vine
The Purest Vision never doin’ State Time
We don’t dab the BHO
All crab reach slow for the gun to murder one you get some dun
I run a crab up to the map fuck the stab in the gut
I’m a mutt breed of Royal seed
All I need is for you to bleed blood
Serve a thug on purpose you get worked it’s
The jerk since the first trip I took on Shrooms
I’m fatally consumed by other trips to slip up
Tried LSD and been stuck in the cut
I need the Cactus
To match this takes practice
You get back hand fisted to listed pimp shit
Sift sands land command the brand raised played stays in demand
Sun Rays I scan the land for ways to rake in the man’s stance glance
I got a fan I ran up to the nanobot get shot at damn!
The rock rat on the stock crap stand
I knot in the stack murder match and
The satchel with the drugs acted pulled off the shrugs the shoulder
Bolder take hugs for the Gold I sold yah
Told yah
Wallets shut
Call it crew’s cut
In the butt
Murder tough in the stuffin’
Nothin’
Sufferin’
Just in to begin such as the wind break
Fake you Laker
Take your’s off and rape her
No mistaker
I break breaker
Hate a major player
Player hater
State your name
Flamer
I became her
Don’t blame her
I just fade burn the shades you learned Tina Turner
Churner upper
In the cut your supper
Warm
Scorn torn off
Born soft and coughed up blood
Mud rub a thug
Love the love as a dove
Peace release the grease
Beast got his teeth cut
All of it slut
I stuck Crips up
Gangbang and hang with the flame of torture
That’s mortuary
Sort your scary wares out
No doubt
I shot it shout proud and sound town to the ground laying bombs down
Smoke the Ganja all up
The solvent
For revolving in the cut
Shaolin gets nothing
If the something is like Heroin or something
The gun ring nice a ring a bell twice
Take my advice and shove it down your windpipe
Don’t smoke Ice
Smoke the Kind Nugs
Outdoor Organic Thugs don’t panic
When plugs panic attack they get slugged
Kicked out the class and thrown on their ass
We serve major grass head
The Feds top on said cement
I’m bent
I didn’t invent the Ganja game believe me
It takes a big flame of the same weed to seed money
People think it’s funny?
I pack so much heat my gun is sweet
Gun is Meth talk
All that Hawk chalk up the scratch marks
On attack the sharks try to bark
They get nothing
Fronting on the one thing that come King
Me freezing sneezing at passes easing into stashes
I got the eyeglasses that Fast it’s classic
Sapping the strength
Gank the length of the bid to skid
I need to score another lid
And do it big
WIth the weapons and empty hands
That’s the plan
Rap sultry soldier must be a roller like thunder
Rolling under the golden aura
A soldier tore yours off
Roll at the stop to stop it
I rip rock thick the topic
To top it
I mock it if it’s bitch
I cold clock it stitch up the Wound
Rappers too soon to chapter doom on some
Wu get spun for fun a soldier stun someone in shock
Murder up the block with a Glock 10
All rock and spread the top the head cut off
Murder soft in the box still it stocks lead rounds
Found the sound coming from underground
With the pounds of herb
I need that shit
I don’t want to murder hit the kids who flip
Get a lid on grip strong
Smoke a bong
A sure wrong thing to do is murder crew
Soldier happen to you colder
The cold shoulder come up fold your
Told your roll off the stop to chalk it up
As rock cut happens but I strapped in the shut out
Run a gun down to happen astound the crowd out loud
I’m around on my crown I got I shop around and tip top
All stocked with the pounds of pot
The topic
Me and the homies all seated in the bleachers
Smoking bones the furthest reaches of the Galaxy
Don’t challenge the homies
We stoned and prone to decease bitches
We don’t wanna hit the kill switches
What is this?
Game?
Murder all the same?
What aim you got rolling up on potheads with locked dreads
Servin’ edit I give credit to the Ganja heads to the bomber
The wanderer further supercharged 2 car garage
Back at the pad
Suckas servin’ up stabs and cuts
Bitches shakin’ that ass
I cut class to score grass and passed the joint
Always on point the homies slack but I slack for them
I wasn’t born a warrior and the story they tell is hell
So I torn real slow
All the homies in it and you know
All how that close up shop training nonstop
A lot of the homies been shot and shit
We rock this and stop at no crisp clothing
The clockwork makes the head jerk and we rolling
All topic wrecks work on some Techs and AKs
A lot of the homies is Gray Aliens
It only gets colder
Born you’re sworn to duty in the morgue
Hittin’ up short pork ribs
Busting kids and hurting fits the work in the crib
I got some shit I itch to stitch up
Cold brain drip cause
What it was like
I’m white and so in tight with blacks it’s facts
I share an experience like the ghetto I can’t let go
I said so my head glow in the meadow where the grass grow
Head to toe up
I roll straight with weight on my plate
It’s the fate of straight arrows
To get left in the dust watch the sparrow
Bird you heard chirp I got it in curved
On Ganja swerved the bomb you’re unnerved
I got it hot for the sought after
I’m a Master of Martial Arts
Many styles profiles
I’m soul child
Smokin’ reefer cultivated I just smile
The teacher Gold while kids profiled dead in the spread
I got these tracks
Sacks led to the acts of bleeding bloody
On the money is tacks
I max quacks off the lack to jet black
Rolled rap
Further it’s fact that knacks for wax is the light lax
I got the stacks of Ganja and Meth I bomb yah
We don’t smoke cess
We stay calm yah
Haven’t passed drug class with the action packed
Man it ain’t perhaps it’s 100% my entrance pops the question mark stops
I drop the stash on some ash on the ground further around I got pounds and pounds
I sound like I hype cause I am
Murder in the jam off the chemical command
I’m glad I did Meth
I get respect from the Vets for my knowledge of death and I crept up creep
In my sleep I count sheep Murder and it’s Bleep
Cuss words your peeps can’t peep this
Rock I redid the top six on the playlist
My rain missed I got shrooms high dose come close to comatose
Over and over I cold shoulder the grower of the torch on the porch I got mold growing
All knowing and seeing I tree the G in the cement fleeing
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (06/01/23 04:47 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
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Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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Puffin’ La collect Royalties
I’m about to spoil these kids with bids that exfoliates skins
Been with the ten
I’m about to hook up La then
Puff nonstop up the block servin’ jock
You just get chalked up
I rock cut
Smoke the pot but I stopped the heart to dart up the chart with some heart
And soul
It’s rock and roll under thunder laid down
Sprayed round the way round
I’m underground with the sound
And still star bound
From Los Angeles
Home of the gangland massacre your ass’ll get torn
Before you was born you was in to begin
Servin’ swervin’ down the lane with your brains lit
Blood stains shit
Don’t say blood too loud
A lot of homies is down for the Crip side
I busted wide Us
On the side fools is the coolest
They school by the pool with the full fist of cash
On the dash I take your pot stash and flash it to the last bitch to duck
I murder pluck a sucka off I’m the boss
I costed a lot and law struck the shot off
I toss pot up and herbalize
All further cries of dope is a word to the wise
My cousin Valentine
Took me to an NA Meeting
It was live
This guy talked about Meth and strived to be the best
They robbed gas stations to get Meth I’m on vacations
My cousin wasn’t straight
He scored weight stealing cars
Now how far is that gat I got to get it
To sweat fools who edit
I deck stick it up for credit
My Mex is X on the head shot
Smoking pot
My cousin died of a heroin overdose with the needle
I listen to Beatles records
The Latinos score mean carnage and gore with the C notes
I lean coats of paint like a saint
I gleam glow
Took the mushroom hit the floor
Be ground all around
That’s how we get down
Hit the 5 alarm bell and gel still it swell
I’ve been through hell and my records sell
I command well to dwell in the element
I’m too intelligent to sell for rent
As a slave behave with one foot in the grave
I serve all straight As in school
And still act a fool
A lot of rappers made money
Switched the switch up
And now they got nuthin’
They whack with the stuff in the sack
Buck back at crews who fuel up never stuck
I truck a rope around with the Gold Sound
I gotta lounge in the cut
I murder what?
I further than slut you heard uh
I got a curve ball to pitch stitched up wall to wall
At the hospital for knife wounds
All late it too soon
Grab a spoon and cook dope to shoot
Oh you so cute in the coffin with your suit often
Times realize the eyes of the World is Wise
The Globe turned
A sucka burned and learned
I’m a fucking killer
I chill thriller
$100 Biller
MC iller than me must be G
I got a degree in ill and still park for free
Until I got jacked for my handicapped sticker
My life flicker before the eyes
I despise a hard drug knives in the lives at risk
Stabbing up tricks who push drugs on kids
It’s just how life is
I wanna be a big bird who pipes absurd Platinum get the gat and then
End this instantaneous I flame up adjust the heat to bust to the beat
Each kid eaten soak his seat in the fleet then
Speaken spoken to loc just drew the firearm
I’m in it to farm Ganja
I bomb on the calm clean vibe I got I got rocked a lot
I sop up blood in the mud come with cuts
Service shuts down around 10 pm
The spread red in the head to get your digits out
Run the route and shout
If you ain’t a killer that’s what it’s all about
I tried out to be a cheerleader
Gold undercover beater
With the two seater
I got a meat before I reach galore
So sweet is in store I could tell War to stop
Bitches clock the sip stocking the riches Glocking eating dishes of spread
Edit the feds and medicate
Set it straight so great
People hate a Gangster like me
A real G
My homeboy Flea was known as V
My cousin when he died I died inside a little
I hit the riddle and fiddle back the griddle stacks
Relax and pay your tax before I ask you mean
I gotta come clean
I’m an Alien not a human being
You need the Dragon seed
Plus some Dragon Weed
To plug feed into Dragon lead
Dragon’s bleed from their tongue they speak
Dragon weak the Dragon the flag in it to reek of Ganja
I like some bomb Coca
To explode into the scene on Dragon lean
Dragon green grass always appreciated last time a Dragon danced
I got more than a chance
I’m guaranteed victory to stick with me you got to be lit see
Or have a serious history of Lighting Dragon Fighting
I’m writing down Dragon exciting
I bite thing my wing is a sight to ring on the hinge
Dragon cringe at the sight of a creeping
Bleeping out cussword freaking plus heard
The turn in this Dragon burn off easiest
A Dragon needs some shit to blip on radar
Dragon plays at par to stay hard and far ahead
Dragon master in the spread of the lay law down
Dragon wears the crown
And that’s law down
Down by law I found
All around town
Suckas hit the ground
A stick
Train your stick
Elevate consciousness on some bomb Weed I suggest
With stick you could rest easy
Ain’t no blade
Blood bloody bleeding receding into gray in the shade
Playing fade out
A stick route is a peaceful way
To say hey!
I love you so much I play stick to release a grip of stick lick in the trip
A stick exercise the mind
For the blind to find the way
Daily stick practice you can’t match this
An expert makes your head jerk when you get shot
So pull up on some pot and release hot guns
I shot someone for fun once with a blade grade
I like a stick to stay in made ready Eddie the current
You could Murder fit with a stick
Make straight M or you could control lock hit the spot
I don’t need to shop around I found the pound drop clicked
All the sound you heard was whirring of the stick flurry in the mix
A bag of tricks
Water bit the farm off the yarn that’s charmed in
Harmed men with your battle stance at a glance
MCs don’t stand a chance against trip clip with Water sip
I like it to type tip up the ripe rip on mics dip down sigh a breath of relief
Water chief in the beef with the teeth you eat with
Release trip but you gotta wait
I set a date for Water in the hate for the offer that’s fate in your coffer
So it’s properly done with a gun you could awkward on it blurred like a shotgun
You rot from the hop one of the top Sun the threat stops guns and death
Left a back seat feature that eat your teacher up speaker suffer cut and reach out but
A seat stout release the crowd to each their pound of flesh best with the extra fresh
I get it to the chest suggest some medicine to let you in it’s splendid
All head hit the wall and solved involved enthralled with ball did the tall skid
All wallet hit up to stall it fit in the Shaolin let’s begin
I drop a steel verse
Make you real worse
The worst thirst my lungs hurt from the Ganja lackage
I got the package way back in the days
Through the hype craze
To get brains
In the left lane
Is where I passed that ass
Hard to explain
I refrain on cats
Gel arm and then I exclaim
Where’s the claim?
With all the pain what kind of mainframe you gray in dat?
I lay in to dig in with the chicken stickin’ up cat
With quickness get the buck
All ill as luck
Most get stuck
I fin to pluck a ho in control with hat down low
Suck my toe and roll me like BJJ
Hold me after it’s over if you’re lonely
I seek touch plus the bum rush so please stay
Get it hush as such
I smoke some dust and blush
I service enough to hurt this
No handcuffs
All the homies got buffed and now they stuck
Blades in so what’s up?
I’m in the rut to go nut up the cunt
I left to front on all the punt
The ball
Wall to wall call and all I sprawl
Lightning is all I throw
Around to the toe down the flow it sound dope
When I smell the meth smoke
I yell!
Quit blowing your hits out of your vent fan asshole!
Don’t smoke meth!
I twist up a gram in a J and smoke it through a coke can
I twist up and my wrist cut to roll
Until the Sun come up next morning
I’m touring through the War and drew
An oxymoron
All I calm I bomb on high out my eye
I could die any second
I don’t flex in I just check been up to doin’ it screw in the who in the hell?
Bell like that it must be fat cat sold crack
I max to a maximum drum beat the sweet gone out complete
All I teach I’m a beast unleashed
I gold crease to the East Side
I release ride into the inside of my mind behind me is the sign I see
I don’t like this G
Why the hell am I smoking meth?
I could cold breath on Ganja
Have a mellow roll
And my fellowship stroll through the morn, evening, or midnight
Any time I take flight I light up
I might tuck the pipe in my ice strut
I like Flowers I cut shower some oil on papers
Take it to the neighbors and roll in tobacco
Get the heady flow of Ganja Resin Gold
I patrolled the meth pad in this
And I’ve been a head ever since
I need a final rinse on some Ganja leave prints
It’s self defense
To invent the invention is unmentionable until you blow
Poetry and I sold my soul to control computer in the root ya’ll scoot scrawl on wall
Graffiti and then it’s a brawl all I crawl on the long fence intense
I don’t trust a one toke weed cat to read stats
You need max
That’s maximum in the lungs rap you spun after the hang
Golden rang to coldest slang to hold this thang
I sold you brang
Some old folks hold broke it’s the told you thank you for pot smoking
Ganja toking broke in to stoking flame
Murder is insane to further the lane
On brain they get some to stab a lung strum a guitar slung
I further hum the tune
All will in the spoon real soon
How herb you smoke will and it’s broke
Toke a fill and you cope until I soak
All uphill battle a soldier malleable
To straddle cut and will he had all the she free the cattle
A soldier rattle I like a matter of fact in the fat you’ll pull a gat
And that’s intolerable
I’m to advanced in martial arts and that’s by chance a glance and you full
I stance recede into plants potted stop that shit rock that hit you got it
Shoot shot it man it’s a lot of topic to scram
Fully loaded and they got it rang
I’m a hard ass
Feel like I just blasted off the map skid and that’s light talk
All stalk a Soul Child will and stay wild hooking up buds
Murder thugs in the plugs with blood
Cut the mud scrub dub a head spread cuts throughout instead
Medical to set you full
Head you pull a lot of hits
It’s too expensive for kids
To light up
All dice rolled hype strolled through the golden rays of Sun
Will it wax fun murder none
I don’t pull a gun
I just kick it come with the wicked hum
A Meth hookup got everyone shook up
I look up in the phonebook speed freaks to beach sand hold up
I don’t want to soldier on a told you so bro
You cold you roll folded
Held up to the light it’s insight and win it’s right to practice
Match this with the latch lifted sack that sifted resin
In Heaven we all tend to fed the mega the Vega the stank herb to flame word
Sweet Water
Be caught yah on vacation in Jamaica
I rake up on LSD heads and it’s at stake but I red
Blood hold up cuts you get shut out you
I run down the sound of tons of crops pot nonstop
I clock shock the shroom
Rock in some room to spoon that kief
Pass it over here in brief
Water is such a relief
I like the Ps
I squeeze the trigger bigger figure that
Trigger happy cats get the strap lifted
Raps sifted to gifted stick this in your wicked kickin’ it
Shit it’s rough to tough to scuff it up
I rip it raw all soul style on
The dawn I like it mow a lawn collect trichomes
I prone to stone and eye strong to the hype long
I right wrongs and hit the bong for I calm
Eye of the storm
I hit up the OZ the mushrooms freeze keys
The bust who in the world else is stealth
I gel
I fell fallen off the wall and I crawl to kin
Murder within it’s a service to sin I work this
From within with purpose
It hurt just to bust and curb a high strung
Lungs busted trusted that
My Waters intact and I spin raps twin gats?
No we don’t pack in my sack I roll a phat joint up
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (06/03/23 05:25 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I knock em out on dust
PCP plus the Cocaine Rush
I service hush money payments
My lane meant I aim to crept up and struck to death
A murder pluck episode before they explode and kill
A basic motivation of the station turned
I’m a bird I hit up a butterfly
I relax now and high in the sky
Type facts allow the strikes to come
From the Sun I made a martial weapon
Still too soon to step in and left end
The service commendable to expendable soldiers
All hold force called Chi
It’s the type rich
Might twitch
Drop a gun
Roll on from the hung hang the slang that in the lane of brain
Kept cream
Fold in human being into the mixture
You have a fixture of Buddhism
All true I see visions when I practice the black steps of Dragon and Crane
I explained this to the folks I spoke with to trip
I dip a double sword to award for the points scored
I more than lit I’m torn through trick is the venom
Too many people seek to release venom into the enemy
Be friendly if you can
I’m tired of eating
Drank a pot of coffee
Have a seat then
Repeat the stem
Of Wisdom
I sit in the system
In prison
To listen to a fool
Dribble Drool Uncool
Strike his knife out at school
Relax by the pool
Roll a Wu Tang
His student rang and stang
I hype his gang
And what remain of his Army
All harm in the way
I’m charmed to be in Wisdom
And darn if I heat up
I’m heat struck
People pass the buck and suck at hand to hand combat
I brought the bomb back for Swamp Rap
Service stat and never pull the gat
And it’s like that
I’m on strike until I Platinum Cap
Mike breaks back
And gets the hat back
I made a long distance phone call
All bone rolled up in a ball the 8 hour scrawl on the wall
For the long haul and murder was all a brawl
Curve hurts to work gnaw on lettuce and veggies when I flex these
I rep Gs
For the crew that step keys of spoon feed
With no greed I used methamphetamine
Bust a lean on someone clean from the triple beam
I dream of a fiend serving Ganja seem like drama
Your mama hates you if you don’t have the smoke
That dates through the ages as trusted by sages
Plus it’s not dangerous
You can relate or you can rust
I adjusted the wings on the flight things
My hype rings
I tight with the stings
And polite to human beings
Boy!
You screw one up and you avoid
Meth for the rest of your life!
I bust my nine herb Golden Bell Formula
Always on the journey to earn these skeleton keys
At the same time
I’m a drug testing lab that float the nine
On rewind I got Diamond Plaque
Stack the back is fat
I rack up gats busted
I busted your gat
You act strapped so I trusted the match to light
All fights ignite in sight I relapse
I fully adapt to new formula
Been born to a hug drug
I got the plug pulled when the wool scrub had it’s love on me
I dusted a ski even
Hit up the re-cement the invention
I ascension on spiral staircase to Heaven
7-11
I jet and aim
I flame up words with swords
Towards these rap chords like lords being rulers
Your little tool yours flew four is the noon hour of power
I have the noun to the subject and predicate
I bomb the set
All calm through the threat
Yep.
No drug can plug you gotta earn it
I burned the Ganja ripped to start
Art.
I bought untaxed Ganja
Murder marathon to charm all the harm farmed blur
I hard to stir up
Always curved bent I rented out a space to Ace in
I place in the number one spot again
Murder was my best friend
Then I send
The rub to glove
In the hub spokes the wheel feel the road
All I deal is the knowledge
I a college of pharmacy
I darned if I get keyed
Harmed the worst breed of seed to the teeth with reefer
My either or seat your score I feed four figure leg lock stock
With five plates and no Glock to taste
Everyone about faces when they chase this
My mace exits the leg stuck in truck
Everyone stuck now
How about a round of applause for the dirty claws
In this I invent this
I bent with the twist
And real rich to the dish that’s friendship
I gentleman spit the bench mark standard
All bland word heard until you chirp the bird
Rarely a dawn see all night fighter
Rhymer
Till the biter gone
Lighter the feather on the scale
Prevail
A lot of cats failed
I stale to rail off
I bail soft from the jail
Coughed on some herb
Busted word up
I trusted that
And soldier fat
Before they scold you dap?
I took a nap so I’m up all night
I like to keep it tight and never bite lyrics
All fear as they hear this
I’m your dearest blade fighter
I chill in the light heard of bloodshed
All stained red in this soil dead
Like failed Ganja crops I locks step
The dragon’s breath
All name with aim come and crept
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (06/05/23 12:03 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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I see Ganja and imagine my third eye open
Clever broken the system to list then
They get me medical
The threat’ll pull back with a sack
That’s credible fact
All I need is some weed to rap
Flip some stats and kick back
Explain a murder game is wick wack
Spit thunder clap and you under the map
Lookin’ for your shookin’ dap
Sold a sap on victory
And he still stuck to his story after gory defeat
Born with more to treat
I rock the athletic cleats
So I could play on grass relief
I never have any beef
I grew up smoking reefer the beach
Is where I like to spark kief word
Transform into a bird the 33rd
Get the set blurred on meth?
Never that
I exhale the cold dragon breath of Ganja
Increase my rep
Each fold his stock house
My homie got tortured in the back
I never slack so I got the gat up
To track them down in the cut
There was no security
So my fury could reach them easy
I pretended to be Italian
From Shaolin
I told them I needed their products to get my rhyme rough
The first fool suffered the bullet wound to the head
With the silenced 22
I took a step in to look for more crew
I saw this fool getting his dick sucked by a guy
I could tell he had helped to torture
Why?
He had the scorching heat fatal expression on his face
I put it down for my ace
Took the chair and smashed it over this player
Then I hand to hand served the other fool and
Only the top in the chain of command remained
I step in the room
Felt his brain and was consumed by the fumes of death
I could tell that except for my homeboy
He released fools like they was some toy
I wasn’t annoyed but this guy could fight a little
So I solved the riddle with the staple gun
And started stapled his chest to his chest
He had a big breast and screamed
In my dream I could tell he wasn’t a human being
So I reinvented cement and left him dead and bent
On the ground
WIth the foot stomp I solved his crown
My eye closing down into a funnel
Why
On 9
Recline
Water
Offer of Chocolate
For spit
Released soft
Heat the flows
Know
Knowledge
Apology
Rock the House
A mouse EEk!
Shot them down
Speak Chinese
The Dalai Lama
All the Drama
Smoke Pot
Cause the flow Cold
Release Chi blocked
The speed
Toxic Mushroom Dose
Black Lotus
Float all Drug Coatings off
Softness of Tai Chi
With the Liquid Metallically
The challenge is to sort for Valiance
A Gun doesn’t pull a trigger
It takes a True Master
Everyone has to flee
From the Demon
Explosives
Delivery
A Trigger be War
All fought for
Thinking linking minds
Blindness
I find just Mind
Softly float away
Into Space
All topped
Made his rock
Took stock
Up the block
Name is shock
Clocked the knock knock
Stop shutting down clowns
Running rounds through fool’s crowns
Soaked in small town
Think like flow round the ink
Pink
Red mixed with White
All fights ignite at night
At the party
With hard heat to freak
I serve bleek
Heard as you teach
Busted a reefer chopper off your
Rocker talker nonstopper
With clip the clockwork
Spot jerk
Murder Verse
Bloodthirsty ill flow
Heel to Toe
Ring Grows
Of mushrooms
Kid’s took them much too soon
A spoon of Cocaine
Went by No Name
With the Flame
Each drug tested
Many rejected
In the section
Rob
Slob
Bob
Caught his Job
Off the Corncob Pipe
Fiending for Ice
And pizza
I release cheese into the bloodstream
All Human Being know what I mean?
Many don’t
Score the bonus
To phone us
Just prone to Dustbuster
I Luster
Shine and Glow
Never blow up
I roll hold held in bed
Felt Rebel the spell for hell
Mix the Melon
Into fruit cocktail
Then I bail
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (06/07/23 08:48 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 2,957
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 18 minutes
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Lost all they cost of currency
What burned was the heat
Water takes over and remain stoner
On the phone you’re learning curving
Swerving into serving game
Murder is in the lane
They gangbang
And can’t hang
A soldier stang them all day until they killed
9 Aim it’s still a fill for the split bill
On rifle will
I Nike sight pull off a light glow
My fight flow
I’m nice to the frozen I goes inside the mind
Behind that lay dead blind and buried
Scary to beware of torture slowly
Scorch yah I was born to be Sun
Number gun off the hung step
With my black lungs crept up
I stuck them if the threaten such
I don’t sweat in any more done
I just don’t even answer the door
I can mop the floor with a weapon
For those who never rolled Meth
Beware steps they air cut slice through they tear
Twice true as a bare fridge
Mic the kid up and you still stuck no matter what
I license the ducks to pluck
Service they shut closed cases
Baseless they ace fists up the place split backs
Beware of the Tacks murder slaps on victims
Bitches end they sickness still bled on feds
Microphones red bloody
Money from gun heat a thing complete
Flight and flow reach below the deep to creep slow
Ice blow up and I told you this shit is truck
I got baseball bats
I like my Ganja cap way more
But it’s not a gory thing like the born to sting like to ring
Ganja is soft and flow and blow slow
Creep up with the seat as a knucklehead grows his head up
Roll you shed struck as a duck if I want to I front fools
I dunk on spools of punks that’s cool I guess
I don’t like it I tamed the flesh and blood
We just got skill and ill until everyone top bill
My practice got blacklisted black balled until walled
A dollar bill rifle still until I mic up will height struck
A crane wing plucked a snake and dragon make it great again
Any weight you spin from within I shot the children
Killed in War I core to they still spend their days
Gangbanging on plays it’s angering when it stays around
And you sound profound with the crown that hops hips clowns fools
Tools they use is fluid I like to ruin a speedfreak’s drug bleeps
I run out sheep dust they heap of ashes stash is complete
Each geek they meet they sweeten it
To beatin’ up the kids for no reason
It’s still the season of the gang
We need Ganja to reign
Kids live in a dream of TV, Computer and rap music
Very few choose it
It’s kind of forced upon them
They soldier up with little luck and clue what to do
They panic struck all day in the fray
I murdered it slayed
Angelic after my heavy Ganja, too intelligent
I got hella bent before Psychedelic
I killed it so hardcore on shrooms
All I do is meditate in the tombs
The rancid ethnobotanist got the Glocks in crisp
Don’t talk about sticks wicks tricks in the mix rollin’ six
Don’t trips on me I ski lead you to drew dro’ over flow Ganja Cold
I scold doctors bold to call Shrooms a Drug I thug on it
I rub them wrong way told them it’s a sacrament and I still say it
Companies want to claim it or something
Sell synthetic Psilocybin Pill
That shit’s ill
Chew your shrooms well
You could bat out of hell rebel against society
Against the doctors trying to be Shamans
Their talk makes no sense
They dealing with a thing they don’t understand it bring the definition
Of drug into Question Completely
Unseat all the heat be dipping easy after stacks
Relax like breeze be I got it to bomb facts
That grease released me
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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