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 Solid Log
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So you want to cap some Meth!
Light up the fire to see inside yourself be Ganja
I used to farm it
With the charm lit
Rose and Frozen
I cap ice like chosen to blows in the Wind
Then it’s time for Crack Cocaine
Further explain the name and why Ganja flame
I light up with the right stuff to my name
All souls aim
Shoulder the pain
Burden
Of hard working
Searching the Land for Brands
Like Sativas is planned
Beam yah up
You need to get struck twice
To understand the dice rolling
On ice folding up
Fold been tucked in so where to begin
I began with Ganja
My herb I hit it to get turned
Like Christmas
Santa brought the manner
Of Star Spangled Banner
All the forefathers smoked Ganja
Life Liberty and Happiness
And they back on the fence
Speaking tense
Get your Ganja herb and rinse off
Shower Power in the Water and soften
With the 8 moon steps
I reflect back upon
The song I sang
Birdie on Black!
Learned all the keys in fact
I sing on trees
Like a songbird
A reggae song word to the Herb Fire
Get higher
Off the tunes
The room swept clean by Ganja Lean
Beaming with Love and Peace
They don’t like the Fire the Charras
With cursive writing
I’m on a Fire Reggae display
Every day we Fire
No more wire ever again
I got a medical healing blend
Just for intent
I invent new rhythm
My best friend made the clay Rasta Pipe!
I ignite Fire inside when my glass broke
I smoke signal the criminal
I got on the line
Who never smoked Kind
They are blind
From behind they come
To rhyme they all designed for crime
Such a bad vibe
I wipe off the type soft
On Ganja Recline!
Peace and Love from Rastafari Irie!
I’ve got the Bikini Music
And chanting voices
All enchanting trance the trip gets me in
Psilocybin
My mind bent permanent
On 4 figure black ink
I blink and smell the stink of Fire burning
I hit loot to get the shoe fits
I look for it track down some Ganja now and again
I like to light up a Spliff and
Reclaim the famous
I got this tune I sing that the moon bring so soon I sting
I got the bomb to stay calm
We all need the Fire
Ganja from the Earth Mother
Every man love his brotha and sista
Every woman love her sista and brotha
Gaia remind me of a trip I seen
The Mother bleed from mistreatment
Love your mother be at ease with yourself
Off the shelf you can buy grow products
Grow your own Fire if you desire
Get Higher
Blessed Jah
Brought the Herb caught focus
Rastafari
All charmed by
Rasta Mon got his smoke on
I could smell it!
Teacher Plants
My favorite is everyone’s
It contains THC and the Cannabinoids
I was listening to Bob Marley
Who could hardly question Bob and what he stood for?
I was never good for nothing
I grew up puffing
I had my rough times
I wrote rhymes about it
I crowded the room by myself
My mental health is unstable
Because of Cables I Busted
Gold and Platinum
I scatter some atoms to the Jazz Cats and Them
My best friends sings the funky song
We funky creatures
We feature the funk
You can get drunk on the Funk
I need Psychedelic
A witch’s brew of the stew that grew funky heads
I’ve bled a lot
Seen a lot of Pot and Gunshots
Pot is Ganja if you belong here you need not fear
So mellow
My favorite teacher
So Speakeasy
And Legalize the Freak Potion!
Get your body in motion
Dance like the Ocean Tides
Realize what’s inside of you!
Your whole crew needs the stew
The liver shot
What liver rot on alcohol
The stank
The bank you spent on magic tricks
There is no magic in this World tighter than Light from the Sun
I’m exploring Plant Medicine
To get a letter grade
I flunk out of school constantly
As a responsible tripper
I flipped one off
They say I went soft and coughed
So I used the Adrenaline Cousin
Buzzin’ with vibes inside
I went for a ride too many times in The Car
What Car doesn’t exhaust on the Planet?
A carbon footprint
Look mom! I did it!
I got written I’m on a mission to turn you onto the vision
We all have within a vision
The mission is impossible
The freaks who pulled off the stunt
Don’t carry guns
You need a tool to make it in school
Every Gang uses the firearm to Hang
Every politician and business person
Is in a worst case scenario
For the bottom line
It’s the Economy Stupid!
They say as they crazy
Inside insanity
We all took the ride
The Bikini wasps that sting
I sliced an ice sculpture up and ate it
They said I was treasure
All marks on the darkness grows strong
We need the seed of the Earth
A kernel of energy Chi
I practice Tai Chi
I enjoy a freedom everyone seeks
Free from violence
From authority
No one can just say no to drugs
Gangsters are wigged out
I seen murder
Who hurt crews that die
On Mr. Nice Guy
I don’t carry heat
I folded up then
All tones in the tree growing
Sewing seeds
Breeding the disease inside of us feeds the blindness
We must go blind after seeing the sunshine
The Sun is powerful
But the Earth is closer
I defeat Sun Stylists with a simple grounding trick
This guitar is going hard
I have too many scars
I’m hard to kill
Many tried to get inside
To see what I got
I got nothing to prove
A groove I’ve been in
All those in power sour
So I don’t need strength
I mastered Tai Chi
I’m a shroomer
Nighttime bloomer
Insight sooner than come the gun
For fun I handle my lungs breathe
Breathe out the disease
Crept up
What’s kept up my sleeves?
People can’t see
I pop people on contact
My raw strength
You can’t Gank this
Roll with tank force
My tank is crisp
To bank on hits
Is frightening to tightening lips
Hide you from Sun
Burn to a crisp
Ganja smoke in the lungs
Exist floating twist
Motive is this
I Mike I hype on a flight I got tight in this
I exist in lightening bolt fist
Rolled the jolt
Like Colt 45 I drink till I’m live
I recline and blind
People suffer from culture War
For explorers on Cold Worlds
I unfurl and gangs curl
Up snuck in the duck release the upchuck vomit
Peyote for me
So I can be free again
Try Ayahuasca then
Keep a Ganja lens
Take flights in Nike sneakers
Inhale test tubes and beakers
Meth is a useful Herb
It reverbs in the head
And measures dead folks by the keg
I shake a leg and break a peg
In the puzzle I muzzle does ya’ll?
Because Fall is a season away today
I might may right rhyme decay
Spray the place up with the Ace shut
You get in the cut and shut up
Bitch
You get stitched up
By a bitch doctor which cut
You sought for for the relax enjoy the facts tour
On stage in a rage I take a page and bust it stayed
Trusted by the blade I raise to delay
Stabbing Slicing all so nice of you to do
To someone but I rung one
So I brung Sun back and hum attack
You wick wack I jack for a sack?
Never. I paid for that forever sacked up
Measure I relate the straight for featherweight
Ain’t America great? I spin on a plate and hate
The fate of man you understand
Like this is a brand label cable break
And stable fake relatable relate to skater dude
I’m straight with fate I brought my rage
Sage turn into a page in the book
Of life my knife strikes hypes up
I twice shut out and gun down
You can tell I need Meth all around
My the pound and Kilo
I peel slow on the Ganja Grow
The more drugs you got
The more you strike with Old Soul
I toss a hit up for a lit up sit struck
Plucked duck rubbed backwards
By glass towards inhaling ice
And max Wars I core is to the floor with gore
I got more than galore I soar
I roar and tore get it to the store
Been more inclined to signed it sold
I Gold hold cold up struck by gun butt
Service you’re shut swerve this to learn this
You heard of crisp Cap?
Black acts lightning in raps striking shutting backs
With wax spun I relax numb on Coca
I smoke a puff and gone have fun I run a Sun
Brung the thought of caught word up
Gun up with the buns bake for money fake
Gun heat takes you
It takes you places new
For sake of flake grew the Peruvian stuff
I soldier buff for handcuff
I mold your shit must dust it to trust it thrust
Cuts struts shut out to run the mouth
Gun down South got the house sold
I’m cold in drugs Soldier four plugs folder
Shrugs shoulder was your mold born
Of torn Death destruction function assumption
Wants one of those flows that stun and froze
Suppose I rolls I cold Gold in the Platinum
I max with spun
Creating the sausage
My mock run got a mockingbird on the Sun
For fun some gun up the strung out
Shout about how it could be if would she?
Could she?
Stood heat complete with seat take a rest to the chest with fresh Ganja sets
I Mexican heat up the reflex again
Backwards tend to end the entrance with a real man’s Spliff
I lightning lift the exciting for height run the white thing I might bring
I tight as King Mike you lean like a Demon I’m screamin’ to end War
I core before floor with the sore anus I’m famous
I’m blameless I chosen for justice to bust this
Don’t lust it’s rusted back metal pig sticker quicker stick it in bicker with men
Over ownership of wicker furniture you burn to learn churn the seven seas
Fools get numb disease to come after cheese for sum I run guns
I from Suns I stun the shake bake make it naked to break it don’t fake it
I hate kids I break lids of grass over my ass and seek cash
Invest to the rest feel stress I bless the mic manifest how I rap digest
With the Tech I create hate between the date and the dated
Rhymes faded cause I masturbated with flavor in it
Tai Chi on Ganja with the Gold Coat
I like to mix it up
Broken stride
My mind goes inside not to hide
But to examine the damage done by savage come the havoc
I bag it in the sad glow you win
When you don’t begin to pull explode
The sin isn’t difference
It’s a simple trick to fix and thicken the shit in
The dick then
I bitch recommend a tight fit for the defense
I got the beads to rinse of water
I shot quarter Os I knows heat
But my cap is not complete
Until I roll stash Golden heat
I cold tasked with the lapse in cracks rocks
I stocks up on Acid to Fast hit
But I mastered it I hasta hit
The damage flip the cabbage fix
The branding for landing on the grip of Ganja thick with Resin
I Brethren the severed head was red bloody
I got shot on the money from Gun Heat
Murder so sweet I compete with the feature
I reach for the best Ganja
I got a Meth connect I need to cold check
The rest is History!
Getting stuck is a buck fifty job
Rolling rob off corn on the cob I fog
Up brains in tight in lanes I just might
Flame up to famous shame on you the insane you drew
I clock flew shock the rule stop who will forget
Sweat in the Cold Tech I wreck
Destroy avoid all the sense I make?
You fake and got it hate on players
I made yours in the daily chores
For floor wax
More to relax scratch a record backward
Score sack toward the max imported sorted cordless
My swordfish I hoard the mix
Of herbalists I serve foul fools my burn ground
Offa lounge I scrounge up the crown I top it
Don’t stop it if you shock lit I rock thick
With the red town all the pound click
Lightning quick
My mic rule sick like the tool I flip
Who will dip? Cool as trip like tight grip
Tight to sit in the chair air your wares out
Shoulder mean the colder round the fold up
Down to the pounds I clock herb nonstop as a kid
Slid in
Edited by Solid Log (07/17/23 01:10 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
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Getting lit on the Ganj!
Represent!
It’s how every day should be spent
Spend my days in Sun Rays capping off made of shine
Inside blind the diamond mine in full operation
Back at the station we vacation take a break and
Go deep inside old PTSD hide
I mostly cured mine with Psilocybin
But we tryin’ to stay mentally healthy
Know the way
Through old fade true as cold and gray skies
I rise in disguise with my eyes open
I soak in the Ganja tokes take in smoke and exhale
Without fail homie bail me out of jail
Life gets stale without spice
Roll the dice and shot the Pot off a start storm in the morning
Without warning the storm gets thick touring the Trip
Light this lit
Might take a sip of Water
Caught your off your rocker with a soft glaring glance
I took a chance and dance on Crack Cocaine
Light this in flame
To insight decay in the way anyone spray no delay
Like Cold Ray I sold Hay for fold in this told it hits
Steady and ready to get clones got the Heady
I’m ready to quit drugs and just smoke buds
First I’m getting rid of the thugs
Lightning function
Tracks reduction on rap sucks then
I buck bend all that tend to end slayed played
Dazed amazed crazed phased glazed eyes hazy
Get red days seen type I mean I might light a J
Anyway I seen drugs all day and thugs don’t play
I lug the display towards the core and blaze foreplay
An OZ of shrooms
In rooms I shrink I might sink the ship sunk it dunk trunk
Punks sold me some bunk I’m gonna thump they asses
First I light the meth and tracks lit type fit
Hype hit I bite back I can tell I sell in hell
Raps rebel against the Rebel Yell
I Gel Bells and fellas and ladies get As been staying up all night
And light the spice
I caught rice off the dice a Rice Spice I shot the dice again
My mic’s cold ten
Sold demon steamin’ inside beamin’ Worlds collide
Committed roll it quitted then I sold that
Fitted in bold rap to cold cap I max with Mac spit
Rifle hit the type fully lit I split some shit and sped off
My head get soft I gloss the toss for offers
Of shot words up talk birds
Man, I’m lucky mom got me Ganja
I want to cultivate under the Sun for fun
And I don’t pack guns
We get high
You can try with an eyeball
But you can’t make the sky fall
I scrawl on wall
Called ball a law I saw
I crack a sack raw
Hit it up
It’s heat real to feel peeled back struck like that
Murder rap is all that happens
Captivate with violence straight
Right this gated the gold plated
Ropes dated
I hated fake ropes and smoke shit
We hope for hits of the Mendo
Mendocino Northern Cal where the best Green Grow
I grew up in Hollywood
I imagining the mics slaying in the rain and pain staining
Braining entertaining make it the same thing
I right pain sting
The mic wing nut
King in the cut I leas the shut to open
Soft spoken
But I broken MCs
You can’t light these degrees I got
I shot at rob stats from maximum security
Get a cure to feel pure and keep it real yo
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/17/23 09:55 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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I’m a Bird!
I caught it off talk off a Gold Watch
I Soldier caught in a trap
Folded back and you can’t fold forward
My Gold toward I Bird!
I caught a nerve off a lifetime swerve
I shot you heard the ring
A fool stings like a sucka bring
I night time wing
I got the King of thing
On a swing
With a top sting
I like this in the game
Servin’ flame with the spot
Blame the microdot on the stop watch
I service thoughts of Birds
Fools got some nerve to mess with Bird
I 33rd
I shot off a Gun and stun
For the run I gun it up
I service a fool pluck
Heard it’s the tool
That luck you got has run out
Gun in the mouth
From further down South I caught a mouse like a cat
Word it’s round bat swing that
I caught a Water up
Hit your Water truck
You stuck in the head and it ring Platinum
I rap and stun on max that lung filled with Ganja
Sung that song
I know where I left the bong
It’s been a long time and still I shine
I like a Pothead blind to dot dead
Turning red bloody bodies on the walkway
In Central Park that sway from the shark
I park it
Stark hit the dark lit
I light it up trip
Get a rip off the bong
I sang that song
I flip it wrong
You got it going on
I shouldn’t weight roll on hate
Playah Haterz
Off it late blurs the topic
I shock it top it with that roll fat
Murder is the Maximum I tax and Sun tan
Folder for the plan in the Iran Nuclear Program
From a cloud
A Shaolin Cloud
Runnin’ crowns
Offa wrong town to be in
To G in
I light this for free then
I sight to see when
I tight it flight hit the sky with eye
I fight to get high
I right to deny the claims
That flames to Herb is bad for you word
I clap in the curve
Murder server
Verse is awful like a burner
I shot it raw caught the blur and you’re in further deep
Creep
Past it sleep
On Acid I lasted counting sheep
That blasted track meet expectations
Relations with the station rock the nation
I top creation
Hit the dollar sign for inflation
I shot the rate in it to spin
Different than a Soldier
Still I a Soldier
Someone should have told yah
You get shot up
The more drugs I got the more I can’t stand your cut
The violence
Number one style with the profile
I can’t smile about it
I rounded down my pounds clown
Your service to hurt tricks and bitches
You gonna have to get stitched up
You bleed from cuts and wounds
In the tombs you sleep rest a peep and don’t move
I broke bones
You was rude
I spooned some Cocaine
Ain’t no jokin’ no provoke to explain
I got it raining
I’m draining the pool
Service school for a fool
You lost your cool too easy
You freeze Gs be struttin’ somethin’
It gets rough in the deep end
Waters when I slaughter
I thought your ass was absurd
You rock shit burned
Up the stock trip
I got to have shot up
I product called model citizen
Roll in the drugs and hold the cold position in fold
You wishin’ you some cold shit then
We creep on Water
I woke up on Water shit
First on the Liver Trip
Psilocybin peeps threw in slide then inside the blindness
I rewind this
I’m on Water
I thought I caught you off guard
You too hard you need to soften
A lot of Water often
Keep shit poppin’
I rock the ten speed
Microphone with Weed
I get the cyclone with Speed
Hype for the tone
I bleed
On sight you get blown away
You stowed away
In the vessel
Floating on Water
Take a rest yo
Come back with the fresh flow
I love a enter the center inventor
With the Water the sector
I called your vector
Got the sawed off shotgun
I got a lot of Water son
Everyone packs a gun
Who can’t scrap done
With strung
Hit the rung the bell
I dwell inside the ride so well I died
I paraglide past the bonafide
Hold your side down
Gotta clown a lounge with the brown eye
Round it to die
In the town I get high with the sound you ask why
I found it’s tied up
Roundup stride past the pound up
Click the thick in the vehicle
I steel pull it
Wield it wool fit the shield
With the feeling
Revealing what sealing up
Wheeling and dealing
I got a healing method
I set with it to check it
First we wreck it
Entrance the exhibit
The limit was ten digits
I’m frigid cold
Out the mold
I sold Gold and Platinum Chains
I light brains
An esoteric knowledge
Of rippin’ off the product from the top down
The product Is Rocked up Cocaine
I like the lane it makes
Make no mistakes
Your soul aches when you miss it slice the kitchen knife in missin’ persons
People disappear clear from the went in to sent in the adventure
I bent more and tore facts that explored maps on Soldier with the caps
I got it rolled your facts to scold for the dap
To unfold I hold it
The weapon
I step in
Clever lever with the left end
I bet then
You don’t have a chance in the dance hall
From wall to wall I brawl
I shot it all
I taught the tall sack of follow me and see
I tight this here Tree Ganja Weed Herb
I like it breed the type stitch up with the cinch the reduction you heard?
We bust in
Get all the ends and then tend to split right quick
I can’t handle your shit you like a little kid in the spread
Fold your dead up
I knew you got the lead tucked
You get bucked back at
You got static
I got magic
We seen the noodles
Get the culture like a Vulture
I Hawk on the bong rips with tight grips on the burritos the best
Ones they make I like a restaurant that take you into the space
Of tastebud sensation I feel on the Ganja leaf revelation
I went on vacation for years
Working fears out the steering column
I solemn
I ball men crawl
All I shot stop to the top
I scrawl graffiti
I top Tahiti
I box Bikinis
I rock a little seen me?
I in a dream be
Lookin’ for cream
For the team I ice gleam
Clock the unseen
Hype for the mind eye with the Trees people are gun shy
I rock rye back on the fly
I inside ride the noodles
Who do this?
Light the fist
Mic up the twist
Right wrongs and with the tight strong
I list the flight gone
I just missed getting dissed
By plant blood
In the sand with soap suds
Blood shed was real
Yo! And that’s the steel you need real blood
The Supreme Court
Hit you with bomb threats
They fucked with Sex
Inspected the left end made it dead
Headed it to red in the fit to slip up
People are out of luck to get a stuck one
And buck from the numb
Donald Trump wants you to succumb to White Power
It’s the White Power hour of towering!
All flowering Ganja
Leads me to calm breeze
In this tight diseased country
I find lunchmeat comforts me
I soul food feed
Feel the Real American Cheese
I be the type to mic up and speed the dice gone so long
I hit a type strong
I’m psychic in the zone
I call you up on the phone and blown
All over I sold Soldier to go colder further
On the turn you learn
Will you burn forever?
No one can measure
I’m crazy
I hit the DMT pipe till I phase be out of rays
To graze I fed hay grass cold class cutiin’ shuttin’ up punks never frontin’ on junk
I slam dunk the class Soldier fast to cold store in the rash I ass a task out
For gun route you heard about word of mouth come from down South
I lean on the couch and skip a mouth servin’ scream and shout murder gleam
In the cream it seem all human being be G in the scene I triple team on light beam
Sun brighten me and I sing I take wing to flight I light up the cement pipe
I run a mic from the psych ward toward the sword you cored and quartered
I sorted through the brew to stew who knew?
Blew that slew that drew back all rude of you the gun clap to serve further map
That bled heard of stat that red I got dead head I medical and credit full of money
Nothing funny with gun heat it run sweet out the barrel lifting all apparel
Jacking the whole sack thing for racking at the store stealing revealing galore
This feeling I’m sealing in begin to spin the real thing I King with the easy ring
The cheese I drink stink and make you sick suck my dick bitch my mic about to twitch
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/19/23 10:47 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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Out the G wrecks
A G flex
The G techniques
A dead man crept in complete G check them
I set when I protection come from the dissection
The connection with ass wrecks then
I bet them a mil I still kill at will until
I type to ill bust with pipe
My rhymes chill like ice
I willin’ to dice up
The twice cut
Seen enough beam what’s rough up
The stuff struck me a G
That’s when I cuff up
Get your next shut out
Best of luck to run down
Through the lounge lizard
Explicit risk injury to dis what is this been to be?
I kin to freeze frozen shows clones with the toes wet
My shit infect I wreck destroy toy
I been a boy to man plan to decoy in hand command
That’s when I land
And damn they all say
Sway in the Universe
The Universal curse of what works
My spot jerks you
To hurt crew
Top shelf health
You bet it you wet it
10,000 herbs get it working
No thing under thing hidden
The sit intend the meditate
I straight date it
With the plate I never faded
I stated
The innovation
I Set creation
I change station
To chill
People play bad music
My dues paid
I ray the blade with staying power
All hours of day and night I light
Eye bright insight
I take flight and write
I mix the fight with Meditation
I stay vacationing
My makeshift spring
With haste flips Wing
I Sing
I might bring a Exit
Check this with wreck hits
The Tech bit
Right in to tighten
Always someone gets frightened when
I might intend to end
The recommended blends I choose
To fuse with Sun
I begun to Rung the bell backwards
I bought a sack of Birds
I light up to bright up
Sky hook
Shook the look of faces
Mikey Neides hooked
I shook up the place
It takes place
Squad my Ace
On murder case
Flipped it freebase
Tipped it
The Wing in the thing
Mike Sting
Type I bring
I’m Mike on the Mic singing hype bring
The type to take flight
At the drop off the heights
I write to lose sight of the hinge
On fringe I singe carefully make incision
In prison I have vision
I split decision
To get the live in the space
Flipped it like race
Tipped it into space
I rip shit up
Fit the truck waste the bitch gone tucked one
From the city
Nitty gritty to take pity
Flow a buck fifty
In a jiffy I lift heat
Extreme within reach
I seek the seating
Drop reheating a sweet potion
I shift like the ocean
We Crisp Up
The home Produce Section
I chewed Vegetation
I set the brains been late
I switched fate from dish to plate
Since it’s weight we skate
My sacks always weigh
From night until day
I fade into Sunset
The Sun bet I rung jet
Hung Techs on walls follows all Gods hollow
Swallow the hock up the glob
I stop up the job
Rock shit to the toggle the switch
Rich in the mix I crisp veggies
I said fruity please
I ease into cut with strut
I must run amok I struck
Such and such in the cut they front
No one wants to cook
So I took a cooking class
Then another then another
I brother of man with fan I understand
Underhand tactic
Rap twitch and back flip
Slight the stitch
I right to crisp up
My lip tucked in my teeth challenge beef
WIth valiant is relief
The produce I show deuce on the street
And eat up all the competition on a mission complete
Cancer can’t create a creature that reach for it
Seat torn in to begin with
Slight this dish
Height did slip past the clip
Shot off the rock solid
Rock cost a lot of dollars
We the Herb scholars
We hit up hollers
Wall to wallers
I got a lot of followers
I swallow up more drugs
With thugs rolled in rugs
Split the plugs
Get the lug the breath dug
The trench with stench
Hit the wrench
Of defense intense
Herbal blends
I hit the Ganja sends the vibe I’m on one
I tend to split phone cold chrome
Slit in the dome
Bit known ones
Guns from it to plug hit
Rip the rope shit with dope trip
The coat mix with the fix
I light it lit
Insight within been tight
I seal it right with the flex
Release checks
Service for the specs
All they make it next
The Good Earth
For what it’s worth
Got a lot of thirst
I hit up a starburst
I first in line with prime
I avoid drugs and hide behind Ganja blind
Herbs are what I churned
I burned it to tourniquet
Soldier fold your files and quit
Lighting up some shit
Called Earth Medicine
My letter better than grade A
Rhymes grade slope the time is crime
Circular grime
I Circulate Chi
Hype is the tight shit to roll free I bite hits
Off the Reefer G
I might just get in tight with the connect
I inspect reflect collect the check
Soldier bet on sweat to Tech 9
I practice the mind style to back this in single file I rap hits
I max crisp got the lack split
Tight shit we in
Psychopath to begin
Hit the mic with my wrath
Soul children
I drill them
They get killed in it
The battle hit Soldier Casualty
Gradually you become numb
To the Gunfire
All service this to retire with Fist
Got a caffeine buzz
What it was I flip the drugs
Such as that cut right back
Murder attack in the serve cold fact
Rough up told they hack
And suck as much as they caught flack
Run it back from the back
Soldier lack Gold and it’s a trap I sold
Wallet folded call it bold truck rip rope soap
Slippery thick this C with Ice T I dice up G
Cut twice hit up mics nice with the disease
I curve on cheese and breeze
I love getting high and leave this crank behind
One day I get my favorite ray
Ganja play with that
Variety pack
I got jack to sold Crack
Solid as max
Ball it intact I sack up the straps cut the black shut the back
Stuck in the maximum security
I fluid fear no G
I do it I screw it right in
To begin I sting with the wingtip
I’m on a trip with tight money don’t sip
Guzzle G I like a Water free hide the mind
I blind a fat cat got the gat
And I signed realigned raps that intact
With the axe I tracks slap up
From the lack of cut
You need Psilocybin done
In the search for the Golden Bell
We all dwell inside the mind
Hitch a ride on a Psychedelic
Or Gel it with some Ganja relevant
The bomber
Onslaught
Thought after the master string struck with venom
No end in sight with might
I represent fright
I insight to excite back bite with the good night sleep
Sharpen your teeth on the beef
All Reefer left rodent deceased by the scrotum
All get heat botched shot explode when the dot
Come through on the spot with crew
I light this to do what might hitch the ride inside the mind
Relax rewind back to days of straps and max
The black is fact relapse with traps psycho gone Platinum
With the wax spun ring the bell intelligent
You could tell with the fist this mic is crisp
I recite the dis track
Coming back with slack to rap
I jack facts in sacks of Green might roll this dream
Strain way in the days with decay on further display
Ganja rings a great Golden Bell you say
You could sell it easy to anyone who freeze buns bake
Rake the take on it ache I Soldier earthquake fold you
Take a hold and it’s true
You could turn Blue
Diet try to flight fit the riot excite the quiet
Might light in the hide this bent then indent I spent
Went through the entrance and sent this
Invention of the black lesson tax through profession
Stop guessin’
The ring finger might sing your
Squeak diamond freak in spread sheet
Dusted sweet sifted sugar
Bleep there goes murder
Sheep on the first of the month
Go pack a lunch
I got a hunch I in a bunch of oats
From overdose on too much
I such and such so I bust
I dust it
You can trust it
I rhyme plus kick ass
Why I’m fin to master that ass further
On the burner all I churn out is the type that turn down
Frowns on fools around I serve crews with pounds and blows
KOs!
I froze a flow’s show with it to roll seven digit
I get the inhibited bitch you bread soaked the lead smoke
In the indigenous red zone to clone I fidget prone
I like to get stoned and kick it and clone pot plants
I do a dance and romance I get it lanced
In France they love my hands and rub my glands
I surface brands that I understand sell well I gel an L
I hell of a bell I melon ripe harvest bust
The farthest
You can’t trust
I lust after the funds
And go with guns
Under tons of sweetness dripping down to the feet with it
Rise!
I bring knives up the cut
Out of place with guns you waste the taste
Murder takes place in further haste
Fully bullet ridden no need and speed then
Methamphetamine I cream and Soldier team yo
Word I bring blurred birds on Water
Score your War torn
I born in War so I score
I been up to tore a fool off
I Soldier core as raw
I love a Soldier par
A Soldier del mar
Meaning from the ocean
I got a potion to serve for folks in it to win it
I serve begin it with the digits so frigid
Cold it gets old to sold a soul
I fueled by coal and I roll
I got a death toll that keeps climbing
I’m designing the unwinding
I timing the cut the diamond in mics rhyming
I bust the knives and I said I bled intend to end it there
You a player? You Soldier as mayor
I got a stay there and fade with the gear
All I hear is gunshots
I been told plots for shot up
I got the product and Glock shut
The topic don’t stop it
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/22/23 09:30 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Posts: 3,153
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I get it live with the death
Cream and after a rest I take it up suggest
Funky Fresh
Servin' steps to take Techs make break
Hate to saw it skate law as date
Fade it
Bladed
They hate it I cremated
At the cemetery it gets scary at night
I fight at night
I insight into violence
General
I’m Federal
I bled fully
I wool heat the spun complete the ton
Of beat on the one
I drop it and pop it
Nonstop trip the pot I smoke is thick
Choke on loc on I broke dawn
I choke gone
Nodded out and shout about route
I got the clout that murder is all about
I serve a bout with death
Leapt up crept up
Sold my should and fed tucked ones
I bake buns
For fun I don’t run
I light a fool up and cash rule it’s in the cut
I kept in step with the Death
Like a Jet Aircraft
I take off and land
Burn fuel I mule drugs across for the boss
I like to floss
I toss the fight thing I right wing
I might sing I tight bring the highs
Being a Sativa Head is the move to groove with
Sit on a stool sit I rule the click
I master thick like plaster
To disaster mash and boogie
I took heat and kneaded a fresh bread recipe
I set through keys of lens
Manufactured with blast furnace
My raps thermos
I turn this cut
I don’t want to hurt no one
Bake your own buns
Live service for thugs to recline Jet Airplanes
In the lanes staring at claims
I’m wearing the gear for aims to steer clear
I fear no one
I rear gun for the Sun I come from a ton of clock shut Ganja talk but
The raw stalk is rare I care about others
So I wish the phat sacks for brothas and sistas
Grow Ganja hand over Fist for the Bomber Jet Airplane
We smoke the intense
And hit balls over the fence
The Dragon commence
The dragonflies are out
In full force
Dragons horse the wagon
Remorse for saggin’ pants
A answer from master
Backs bitch up
And shanks fools in the cut
Murder what?
I serve a slut a cut above
These raps rub backwards
A sack of Ganja further
The burner like Turner
I murmur I burned brah
I turned slow and got a little Gold and Platinum
HAHA! I got stacks of Sun
I don’t run from
I got the gun
I gun down from the Crown
All those around who pound click
Lightning and it’s sick
Frightening the fit
Is tightening
I’m on a trip
Ever since I tried Psilocybin
Water Ordered more of it to scorch the limit
It’s simple this life
I frigid raps on ice
The minimal roll the dice
It’s criminal folded over twice
I just kick back
Receive a flipped hat
I never deceive
Smoke the Ganja Weed
I want to be known as the snowman
I’m the ice head with twice dreadlocked
I stalk a pot plant a lot
I’m tired of getting shot at when I got bomb rap
I scored a tack
There
Beware of the snowman
Smokin’ chips of crack
Folded a sack twice I roll the dice once then
I front ten mil
I skill
I peel back caps
Already
Soldiers flow steady hit the head heat
Dead sweet come complete
With the box
Loaded Glocks talk the walks
I caught a gun so much I don’t pack one
I stack a ton
I from the Sun
Snow called blow
Ice is meth
Related Adrenaline Death Chemical
It’s relative for Federal Crime
I unwind on Snow
Chips to smoke cost a grip
I serviced flip and learned real quick
I got the Ice and lit the Ganja twice
Plus I was a Ganja Farmer
But small time
We need to expand operations someone needs to learn to rhyme
I’m a Buddhist
The Witnesses shunned me for enlightenment on a tight money tip
I know when to bow
And when to bow three times
I lock lines
Buddha could stomach my
Cut throat of India got seizures in freezers with heat blurs
Wool to bullets worth of dirt
On the Buddha we come back and come right through yah
I’m from the Order got it on tape recorder
I sort of Christian still
I’m a good Christian will
Bust like a power drill
With the rifle get ill
I study enlightenment
I’m a Giant
Defiant of all the appliance
I reached the alliance with the silencer
I while in it’s word for murder
All I serve is a hamburger you get learned cuz
I give back rubs
Club the thugs up
I drug snuff out the route with gun in the mouth
I want to move down South to Texas
Where everything’s bigger
Texas is a State in the USA
We Make America Great Again
I’m on the side and Alien
They got free lit
Of the Buddhist trip
Down the block at the Thai Restaurant
I lit up Buddha Glocked
A mind server
I learned to listen to music
Coming down from shrooms I choose it
To smooth pick shrooms from the Wild
I first smiled coming down around listening to Hendrix all I found
Is Psychedelic Distortion
I got more spin to sin with
I eat a dinner plate fill you with hate
And Malice you Callous
Around the block lit the Charras a little Rock
I rock hardest the farthest from the Sun
I stun all rappers
Become I master all other opponents
I in the Zone stitch up with the phone
Kids try to clone my style
They jelly leg and rank and file
I got them on speed dial
I wild style
I child smoking Ganja
I long to front on the wrong head I bid
Murder skidded out and slid down your mouth
All in blades blade fighter nine
Relax rewind the tracks
Bitch caught a stomach and an axe
I collect taxes from the back slid
Stifle the hit with muffled screams in dreams they bled
Murder intended
Defenseless
Crews get wrenched out with screws
I can’t lose or get touched even
I start bleeding
Loss of life receding into dark
That’s when I spark
I’m Traditional raps you wanna listen to
Got Witch’s Brew of chemical
My crime is Federal still I seen the bill
They bust mic until the will come off hype
I swipe all their cash make a dash past the glass pipes
And wipe them off for the register
They all bent and blurred
Murder occurred with the blade
Wu Tang gets slayed played and stayed lit
All server through that shit
Get yourself an LSD hit and quit
I rifle the skit out the bit rhymes
Murderer I’ve been burnin’ yah
Since you turned on sides
You can’t hold it down with the Mike Neides
Contacting on Water again
In Waterville with the Water Lens
I won’t eat a OZ of shrooms again
I move at ten speed bicycle
I mic I pull
I want a sheet of this LSD cold called
All the wall flipped skidded I tripped did it indeed
Try other trips
License through thick and thin
I like a light trip now
Don’t have a cow about the OZ
It scares the shit out of me too
Get locked in the room and murdered
All these raps you hear of
This is the style they all want to profile
I hit the tile in the bathroom floor
Down on all fours
Praying to make it through the peak without dying
I’m trying to write bullets
I come through the fullest
With rule fists and tool kits like I slew and drips blood from the neck
Further inspect the Soldier colder than me
I licensed with the Ganja Trees
I mic up on skis
Disease free
Pretty Much
I seen as such
I love a Sativa High I trip even when I’m dry
Smokin’ the line no joke and I been high for six years
Plus a bunch of part time
I’m more than part rhyme
I’m the Master Entertainer
I know a lady who drove me crazy
With her Haze, Ice and Purple Haze Device
I got a nice cut on a girlfriend
I ended my life with a knife last I tried suicide
I ride inside the vehicle
Steal wheels off another vehicle that peels out
Thunder
What all you thought of wonder
I get swept under the rug
Like a drug
I keep coming back
Like rap
I settle intake murder in the blackness
The wackness was a step away from the Sun Ray
I heard of a murder gone down round the small farm town
I said, Watch Out Now!
All they knew how was a thug
Everyone plug up one and stub a toe on some furniture
In the World these people dwell in you could tell in
Corn Rows flows for chosen bros then
I rose when my stone skid off the bone I just hit
Upstairs at the meth pad
I roll joints, smoke everyone out on point
Everyone loves me
I run the scene with speed
Methamphetamine
This chick kept offering me a free hit of meth
I finally smoked one, it didn’t do anything
I bought a sniffed a half gram
Wings until the Sun the next day I jam
I grill with the program the show slam yo
Physical get you pull
I want to live a Shamanic Existence
On a self sufficient small organic farm
I grow my own food
I grow my own medicine
I have a close relationship with Earth
We don’t burst guns
Everyone lives the village life
No crime
Clean Water
Delicious fresh produce
I slow deuce up the truck coming
I sum in the done deal
The wheels skidded
He was looking for medicine
I said I’ll let you in
We took a Psychedelic for a spin that night
By a nice big fire
He hit higher than die your slid to cry for
I mind more in charge like cargo on the ship
For seen it trip the ski flow lift the disease rolled crisp
We seen disease cured all flourished
I born to rinse since I was in the current
Many folks murdered the hit
City life
I don’t trust that knife, rusty blade
I made the grade and slayed MCs!
What a disease!
Now I make phone calls that freeze
Drop down on both knees
Top one I might Sun and float some some Herb and leave the Old World Behind
Trip cures the blind I press rewind and sealed and signed
Flip through file folders
On roll yours
Got both oars in the Water
I’m on Water
I oughta stop writing and say good night but I’m pulling a night mission
All night long poetry with the flow so you know it’s me
The guy with the good Tai Chi
That works
People’s heads jerk when they see me practice
It’s hard to break like matchsticks you can break limbs or sever heads
People living half dead
With no Psychedelic Medicine
I like Cannabis, a Veteran
I cured my PTSD better than
Any other therapy can
I think I have it fully cured
I sit in the fewer lure to drip do your trip up
I nip tuck around the corner
A foreigner is sweating me about Tai Chi
I light up the stop and see what pop you freeze
I dot you and you sneeze blood and die
No way to live why I
Practice Tai Chi
I like to ski pole
I’m about to ring the phone again
I got a Platinum Lens
Drinking Water I intend to Trip and come off the dip in the Medicine
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/24/23 05:04 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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Enhance your practice with herbs
You need to learn
I like to burn one
A joint not a gun
For fun I run a game down to take it to town
Release the herbs now
I can feel them how I wield one weapon
I kept in check all the bastards
Who want to match murders
I curve further than word up
I hit a duck off the loft high
Sold and cost dry
I wet the eye
I bullet fed in sly
I can’t cry
It suits me just fine
I drink a wine and swallow a dime
A got the shine and cold crime for the blind
To catch a sign
I design the death trip
They flex dip in the Lex equipped
To rip I on a burner now
It’s wonderful how I power up to search and lead the church
I heard of it first then dug it to drug it
I like Cannabis a lot
I grew up smoking it
And practiced my first swords that won the awards using Ganja
I pour more bomber on yah
And relax on the grass watching clouds
You need to clock Pounds and Pounds
Crews came with the meth vibe fixed tribe inscribed with death
What a trip!
Imagine all the Ganja they need a dream on the double with the lean
On Cream to serve a fiend I like to see everyone on the team
I clock the scene in the bikini they seen me never flee but root like a tree
I clock a fee? Hell no, life is for free!
I knock a knee? Hell no, I never scared I faired fine on the Gangster rewind
I got the time
It’s all the time you want the Ganja smoke it kind
The bomb was the on one to sign deal signed delivered
And you forgiven
You was on meth and killed little children how they bill them
The crystal led to pistols drawn and gun heat long
Now you hit the bong like smog choke on it roll in thick fog
I prescribe Water to order for your tape recorder to sort it through
All likeness of this blew up with diamonds to adjust you must learn Tai Chi
Answer me! Do you want cancer and disease? Do want to master violence?
And get the big cheese wheels deals were made to guns that were sprayed on meth
Let’s trip in step on some real Psychedelic!
I’m sealing off the dead
Peeling your head back
To release tracks first third of the traps that set sprung
On the gun you come from you Soldier weigh a ton
I license stun the gun I sum up the parts
I know all about martial arts and shot hearts through the center
I enter the adventure with spent more coin
Boy and man entrance exam and for woman and girl
Everyone human in the World
Must uncurl unfurl and extend expand release at least and
Show up to throw up on the Psychedelic brew
Some lead you in two split like a Y
I got high so much I dry eye and my eye never shuts
I see in cuts and stabs murder grabs you by the tag
On your head price advice is to have the dice rolled controlled
I poled out all the answers route the cancer to advanced blur
The hands on your self was hell I bet
I no sweat it
I set it and forget it
I headed tracks so hardcore I seen War like no other
I shown the Mother Goddess
I’m a rap artist
Shaman givin’ it the game crept up to step up to you and introduce
I can see a spiraling vortex
Natural visuals caught on Water Fast before and after last time I rhyme
I find it I mind hit the sign flipped
The dime skipped
The diamond brilliant
I skill in it to will a little different than your average tripper
I cold dip your weapons in blood
To serve thug through the mud
Thick swamp
Jungle I stomp with the troublesome ones
I flip their guns and relax Suns off high strung
I release a ton of weight
Trust in Water date you’re caught up in hate crime
Get the bait and find you relate with hate in your mind
I unwind unwound comin’ down through town to skip and trip
All I do is trip I took more than a little sip
Kids can’t handle it
The old gray ones back with some gray old wisdom
I bid high and caught a fly which is to recover find the jewel
People don’t pack any tools!
The foolish ones need guns
I got black guns and relax Suns
I murder from it with a ton hit to release a full clip
Suckas get ripped
I been through this trip so many times
Why I fly minds in Tai Chi
A meditative release from guns and violence
Crackheads deserve respect to wreck the Mac 10s
All friends get those ends
Checks at the first of the month
Will blur once the rock inhaled into the lungs
I brung drugs Soldiers kill thugs
I release the plugs to snub love on the track
Comes right back with Soldier’s Max
I whack create tax to flow black lightning
It’s frightening when a crackhead tightening the screws
On these brews you can’t lose
I flow fluid to do it to it
Rip right through trips
And fools dip down low
A savage with the advantage I pack baggage slow
And manage damage on the ran fled crews that damn well bled true
Through this clueless the shoe fits
I run the game will in shame my crew itch in the flame
What’s my name?
We grow the hydroponic Ganja
That pipes long around here
To steer funny you need to blaze for fun G
I rap a ton see
Be hittin’ without money
Milk
Bust you ill
I fill a drill backwards
With sacks heard?
My stack blurred the max with acts served
I’m a blackbird
My raps heard out the 33rd
I inspect moons
Tombs you sleep through this you geek
I got a white sheet that rhyme complete
I tight each one with a gun
I Sun from the lungs you bet no sweat
I jet
Rock out the Glock saw a talk decline number 9
I bust a rhyme at the drop of a hat
With the gat
Soldier cause it’s like that
I scatter atoms
And track back to sacks ten bucks wasn’t enough
You gotta go get rough
Get high all the time in the mind
I put my money on Ganja diamonds
I recline spin while I slid right through I’m kin
Momma doesn’t think I should take a low dose of LSD
So I told Momma, I got a high dose mushroom dream
Things weren’t as clear as they seem
But Momma doesn’t think I should take a low dose of LSD
I’m used to moving the stuffing
Roughing it up with the handcuffs
I bluffing
I such thing as weird
Beard in the shave behave strange
On the range I’m home all alone
I shot a hit over the phone to get sick making Ganja clones suck my dick
I write this written
I got a kitten spayed I played back the rhythm
To give em what I give em I imprison the leader
Of the two seater with a fleet of cars that jars install it
I bust a wallet fat ball right back in the act
I smack a bitch up to hit truck sideways
I slide grays with As I plays disease frays blades get pulled
Full of shit bitches can’t handle edges
They freak I run through fleet with the GP
I lightning on trees I excite the smokestack
I caught flack for being master
Thank You I hasta tank force your crew
I just drew a lucky card
Sing like I’m a bard Soldier scarred
I hardcore
No one can handle War
I vandal tore the room
Spoon lyrics like dope hear this
I wrote this for the cops
Shed tears quick and it don’t stop
Everyone gets popped
Weak Trip!
I busted lips and flipped a grip of hipness
My rich kids think I sink in
But I stink when I drink then
I ink man up to plan rough and tough
I scuff a truck rope up
I duck behind a slope with one tucked
I broke a joke up
The loc but I strut so tough
I huff and puff I fold your upper hand as planned
I’m the man who understands the lands
And how I jam is I slam
I command hands played stayed Ray of Sun blade
In this fade with the made stacks folded cracks
I swim laps
I jacks a fool before it looks cool
Sit on a stool
I pool up tears rear ends get sended sent
I’m bent I invent the rent’s paid
I slayed a eighth I take the OZ
Of shrooms fools flee
I lightning G on drugs exciting the right wing up to speed
I hit a lot of bleed seed with recede I feed
I Tree grow around ring slow I blow
I need head to toe glow for po’ folks to smoke no joke
I choke it up to struck something front
On what you want I stunt a ball perhaps take a fall
I nothing as the shit I sit back
And kick rhyme rap
Herb Teas
With Chinese Medicine I skis
Variety with the highs to breeze fly by read
The manual try to handle a candle blew out
Shout a route they doubt
But I come with murder route I shout
I found a brand I stand by
Try to get high but they can’t they haven’t tried
I mind
On sword record forward and backward
My sack blurred I jack recurred
The max security prison I live in
You forgivin’ for not dealing rhythm
The Chinese want you to give in to Communism
And float on herbal wisdom
I stick send invent the intention with the feds I retain
I explain how clock got shocked by time that displayed
I talk a lot about blades
I crazed from practice you can’t match this
I hit a hat trick
Rhymes get lit
I soak and sit in the smoke I flip
I trip yo
Dip slow
Everyone needs the Ganja grow
Just like I said before
Herbal trips I might just equip you with a ton of steel
Herbs can get you real peel with the feeling spread
Just like the Gods intend
I been on sex trip and make the Tech flip
Lightning when I’m ripped I grip a tight thing
Heights they call me King
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/25/23 03:33 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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We gonna get Treed Out
Sativa on the read out display
Mics made of hay I like this type We Ripe
For swipe of the card scarred by the disbarred
They jarred on Meth
Or something they fronting death
If it isn’t one thing it’s another
My love of Sativa to grow trees through the breeze blew
I kick back extreme on the team
Syndicate I be flippin’ shit
Order of the Dragon I taggin’ on walls scrawls
I brawls up a punk
I don’t ever flow whatever I do I stunt together
I never punt the ball
OG forty four
I tore through crews I excite who is who
Of the job I clobber a slob whose job turned them out
I got all the weapons stout with check in
I section 8
Skate lately I bait and switch G offa flee
They need Ganja Tree extreme
Still a sucka ass beam
I liken to cream all height reach extreme
It’s just what gleam I might rein right
I bleed in the type
Of speed I seen the heights
Of deeds done in polite policy
It’s a wall of Trees Ganja Weed
I watch Sativa Grows and it shows
I want to sniff a lot of Blow Cocaine Nose Candy
I’m handy
I’m going Faster on Water
A Mushroom Cloud Master I flowin’ after I roll
I don’t really roll cold I sold it you told hits are a trip
I fold it I told kids to split I did it lit
In the invention at the center before mentioned
I bent in the trip flip a tight grip
I sight a juice lick
Off deuce hit
Rhyme thick cash sipped ash and stick
With the knit I got bit real rock I stock barrel
Apparel all wear glow with wherewithal I draw back
A sack intact I packed a lot of different gats so I scatter like atoms
The badder been the explosion to the undertow frozen in the Ocean
I hit the potion or I boast in the tight coast and
I dice up mics throw it ice up the price for twice
Can’t stand that I been handed the device
I landed branded the iron with the siren on
I wired till dawn I’m on
I hit a bong as soon as they gone
I prolong a strong song
I’m a flight risk with tight twist
You bite this I write this polite it’s
The Mushroom Cloud Master
Of all last your explosion
I was chosen to rip flows and dip with the tight OZ
My Dad used Peyote in the 1950s
My Mom dropped LSD in the 1960s
I learned to light trees with mushroom Ps
The P makes the explosion
As Water progresses
I must confess I was bad
And had Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner
I begin never I ended to sever head
Or gunshot to the head
Now they dead
No more edit on credit I said it
My head hit the pillow so chill slow I billow
I will bro and sis to totally dis but they can’t
I’m a giant
I’ve tried it
Everything
But only the Syndicate Sing
I ring a Wing off
The boss lost I awestruck by the buck stops here
I have no fear
I earring with the necklace, bracelet, watch and tattoos on me
All I need is a bong hit of Weed Ganja Tree
I’m tight indeed
If I wasn’t crippled I’d eat an OZ
I picked quite a bit in the Pacific Northwest USA
Shrooms
Lit up rooms chill and play tunes
I love music
I judge the crew hit by the harmonic
I vomit when I see the wrong G
I seen that shit already
I flow steady
Show your Kilo of Crack to Nancy Reagan
She tried to act like she didn’t smoke crack
But she lit it up in the back
You could Mac to Nancy and still fancy Crack and bleed
Indeed she even likes Weed and Methamphetamine
A Soldier’s dream was Nancy
After she cancelled drug class for your ass
She lit up the glass pipe
Servin’ hype all split dyke
For the mic
I twist up the bitch slut was nasty
Right past pay heed to seed spread or you dead
Once again
A pistol shot to the head
Nancy was at my Wedding
Forgetting we got high and setting in the Sun the Ganja Dried
I hum a song off the slew crew so on the drew one gun like a pawn
I loot shoot pollute scoot bad attitude
Very rude they say crew did it
I flew different after that forgiven in the act
I unfolded the map
It said sold in the black was the tack
I rolled facts spread
Maximum Security Prison
I envision the live in residence for President Trump
What a dumb ass
He got served after a splash of the Cash
I hold all the Platinum
Some relax with their Sun
Condensed
Packed in
The rhymes back into the space
A living disgrace smacked my Ace up
Leave the place shut for the waste cut
I shake butts
Fuck shit up on the mic cluck and inside I ride
I died on a cross to toss venom still I send em in
I win taught the lesson and proceeded to end violence
Of all types on all stripes the cuts ass wipes
For the hypes I rock shut cut it twice
I’m nice with knives
I ruin lives I thrives on dives and diners and drive throughs
I pack brews? Never that but I clever max
I relax perhaps I stacks
I maximum bitch back she want it to gun up
I seen a truck speeding off
They accost all the lost with the floss
I reach for sauce
I shot a boss in the plate for servin’ date
Torture
I scorch Earth under enemy
They act friendly but intend to do evil deeds
I like to some bleed on the microphone
Raps born to zone
They slit the bone up
They shown up on radar
Still I live a pay and fade yards
Blade with the decay
Say in sayin’
No delay end the day
I like an herb called Ganja
Some disturbed by my bomber
I bomb on some
Till sun come up done
I don’t run up
I seen them stuck pigs
With leaded legs they headed spreads
The feds don’t like Ganja
I seen a long stare from the beware of dog fog
I licensed a cog in the machine of Mean Green
Grind some up to smoke with the team
We all players
Everyone rhymes layer cake
They made a mistake to raid the Ganja plantation
They got killed on a vacation song
I hit a bong so much I stay in touch
I don’t rush here
I chill in the rear like I hype it I ripen up
I twice with the shutout
I run down I hit the town
A lot of Ganja now is the how the song is sung
By almost everyone under the gun
From Meth they run from
I seen a lung turn red and dead that
Soldier fat cat with the dead cat
I run the black game
With aim on Ganja I maintain
The Water soften
I cough and lit the namesake strain of Jack
I make it come right back
Psilocybin made me die in the Platinum Eye
Now I’m Fasting cry the tear everlasting with the stash in
I alter the aphrodisiac
Made it run cat run
From the Gun some women want to hug and kiss
Like this
I write it crisp with the drugs in my fist
I liken to exist on a twist with the right woman right insight on flight
I took a bite of the all night and hit up leathers
For treasure I tickled with feather
I knew a girl named Heather who sold me Methamphetamine
I like this to scream over cream when I almost died on the ride
I slide until I chill then thrill
For ill I will until a girl I want to drill
I kill for fill
Aphrodisiac some seen it in the sack both ways with plays
The same light light up the days
And rained out of class
Soldier Fast
Rollin’ Grass Ganja on the one I smoke a ton
I love to eat Sun Sweet
Ripen at my feet
Times I greet my teacher
Take a seat you look worn out
Soldier on route with the fountain of love
Like a glove I rub a dub to scrub
All brains flame up when I hit the name up
Aztec
You need a flash check
I rhyme and inspect the crime criminal
Minimal damage at first but for love I thirst
I smoked a puff of Ganja
Fell out and died right on the long air
I wrote bare to dare
I dropped stopped and shocked
What’s my grade?
A
Play a sayer for slayer I hit the lair
I fade there to stay in the way there
I made man made player
I’m the mayor of rap
Better yet the President
My residence left shelf space
For you to delve into Ace
Case the place
I hit a freebase hit
But Ganja was my shit
I quote myself thick
I broke myself
With wealth I spit
No program get hit with the show slam
My flows jam
All around I took another toke hit the ground
How that sound?
I got them pounds now
I been skating how?
No ice I roller blade nice
I sold your Grade A
The way it’s meant to be player
So stay there
Don’t move until you sooth a groove
With the Ganja move
We all groove
I almost got shot
Doing a plot
I rot in caught
The taught are lost
I got off
To toss the boss
No loss
I Soldier cost high
Dry eye in the wonder why my mind made
I slayed every different way
Every day
I decay
Stay sprayed
I hate
Hits from shit lit so quick
I light it thick
My rights to program go back to the jam sessions
On guitar and keys, harmonica sneeze bomb and yah
Stay calm so flow on with bong
I strong Herb Ganja word I’m on yah bird
I chirp heard of lurk
In the shadows
Creep now slow a peep
From the GP
You reap what you sew
I sniff Blow
Release Gold
I hit an LSD sugar cube
I busted nude
Jogging
Almost got a flogging
But I saw the thing ring
Lived and became King
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/26/23 06:31 AM)
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Solid Log
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I remember the taste of all the drugs I’ve eaten
All the Ganja I’ve toked smokin’ chokin’
In the drug game I flame upwards
I caught two rough birds
Now all I hear is chirps
I lurks in the shadows
Waiting for the gat slow as stayed played Techs glow in the raid
I made a playbook for took shook
I hook a fool on the uncool go to school
Fools in substance abuse
Noose around the neck
Collect loot and inject the section
In detention I retain all my brain in the shade
I played a Sun Ray till one day the Sun burned out and gun spray
No delay I decay in the mist
Wrote this crisp on Water flipped
I oughta get high again
Really man
Chilly in the AM
Till PM
I see men flee then
Ten after three spend
A buck on some mushrooms
I’m gonna taste I hit flashback laced
With head crack bleed and red rap
Seed the blood in the mud
With cut like cocaine
I roll down memory lane
In my brain
And body
In some hot heat
I like a J
You can taste the Pot you got
You get the cherry hot hotbox
No Rocks or caught Meth
No step
Just the Ganja crept up and you slept tucked in
Feel the peaceful tranquil release fill
The place ill with drugs
For thugs
A mugshot
Give it all you got
You got raw stocked
Buffed off the yoke joke and on you got caught
I like a bong
But a J you can really taste the pot
We got rolling papers for capers steady
A! Order a pizza get the vegetarian
I scary then
Eating flesh and protest the medicine
I better than that
I don’t pack a gat
So I Soldier flat in the reaction chamber
I maim there
With flame I scare kids with shivs
I release bids flip the lids
See MCs skid and crash
I dash past the cams
So they can’t see who I am
Breathe through the slam
Prison within the system
I seen the vision
I made decision
To smoke a J again one day
Taste the taste
Smoke Tropical and all the chalk full of the backwards rub martial dub
With awareness I scare little kids and adults
They go pop and it’s all my fault I martial in the section not partial
Get a heart full of soul
All I see is birds
All I hear are gunshots
Up in the bird spot
Meth makes the gun shots
I think not
When I think meth again
Too hot and too dead
Red zone with the laced bones
I hit it prone to show someone love
I think not with the glove on links
Show strong in clinks
I need Ganja Medicine
To sweep my head clean again
From all the lead and metal
A boiling hot kettle
I fired them up to settle who struck what with who what?
Who flew in the cut and shake that butt
I release a cut pure for fewer than pure into trap
In the gap you could come right back
And still I cut you slack
Ganja releases the clack and I’m on one
My name is Platinum
I trip strong so I could prolong
Life under a knife blade Sun Rays Played
A big part in darts but I pull apart a chart
Chew an OZ of shrooms
Release 18 moons on Ganja
We smoke the Bomber
Get it on
We hit the progress to the struggle
We double expert with wet work
Make the head jerk
We Martial
Impartial
Headed off by the head honcho
We bomb slow
Caught going low and blowing Cocaine
In the lane we freeze the insane
Light this brain up
So like a lame duck President
We serve one term and burn
A lot of MCs churn
I take my turn and earn Earnings
Burned Wings in
With the condition set in high heaven
Sweat the guy sendin’ the threat
You could bet he meet death
But I suggest calling it peace
For your own in the deceased the clone
For shown on the phone call
If you kill everyone you relieve a ton of weight
On society’s plate
I serve a date with hate
So I could relate I head it up to create
Inside made diamonds climb
The labels I find rewind the tables turned blind
I got designed by my own head
I bled a medic saved me like gravy
I laid in heat stayed so sweet
It’s tough to beat a hangman’s
Noose around the neck I reflect upon
Death until the Dawn from using Meth
I mow the lawn and smoke a bong from now on
Folks without a Meth Cap
Swerve and fishtail and make the S
Unstable under stress you fail
I derail all plans of Narco Gangs
Fans of the pot we flow it got
To hold it caught red handed
So what? We branded criminals
It’s minimal what a Drug War can do
Besides ruin and shake up lives
Knives blades thrive like live on stage
Rage catch the Mikey Neides
Gunning down minds
I rock dimes and twenties
Ain’t even funny when a gun heat up
Folks was sweet they thought they could reduct
The heat struck the construct
For the bomb I plucked
Dead you Head you out of luck to struck
I chuck up a deuce and bled loose from the roots
I run a goose step to inflect
Damage left remained to be claimed like blade
I reinvigorate drugs like grenade launcher
The poncho I’ve got on makes me macho till dawn
Is how we roll on Meth
Kept the step up I leapt up to check truck jewels
Fools with the advantage cool as cabbage drool
I tool in to spin for the win that’s it
I had a beginning and now an end
I befriended Gangsters that spank kids
And shank up figures bigger than dreads
You dead on the hard drug head
You gonna die so I eye the spot higher than Pot
For Cocaine the market got hot so I park it in the spot
I have an obsession with Pot Plants
To grow up dance to rhythms
And imprisoned for my decision
I live in my cell in hell
I bell bail on failed tell tale average
I manage baggage handle crab legs
Vandal scandalize with eyes on fly is high
I might right roll reel in sight sore steal then
Wield what ten men are afraid of
Train blades but a dove
I hawk on squawk talk a megadose
Choke frozen for flows in the ice cream zone then
I wrote being striped fielding mics up to ceilings heights
The real thing is white with THC crystals
I love when the bud sticks to you
Like glue you can’t roll one true you hold gun
In your palm wax like bomb I sealed the charm
Heal all wounds through this list hiss on mushrooms
I want to try other Psychedelics
I fell from fits of night terrors
I seem to have cured them
A tear doesn’t drip I sip fluids
Do it screw it on the head
Medicine wed to pull it through the end
I blend the recommended dose come close
I broke my toes on the stub snub dub sacks
Release the backs and fronts for stunts
Once you try it you get to fly and hit
Strike it rich a cinch
Tight as clinch dice up mince
Twice cut the defense is ice but
My minds shut to Meth
I deal in death
I’ve been trill since 2002
Ice in crew left with brew in the hand
I landed big deals
To promote steel in crews
Left with the tools
I use fuel to stay cool in school
I pool resource
Left to recourse of action
That’s Action
I have to blast son
Create the cash strung out
No doubt you gone down route
We heard down South
You get a bird stuffed in your mouth
Round about
Shout out loud and hounded dog
Through thick fog in bogs
I like this job I got
I get to chill and smoke pot
I almost forgot I clock
Hardcore as a shot tore through
Gun drew on command
Go and land on the sand
Beach breach the defense
Entrance into the yard go hard
Tore it tense
Whence it came
I blow out your flame and name
Service with aim I hurt this
Light your wrist
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/27/23 11:17 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
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Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
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Taggin’ Walls
All brawls take place shit in your drawers
I claws and rips to trip
Caught a murder lip so flip it
Skip it hip it hop it
And you just don’t stop it
Man, I got popped to death
I locked up on some stress
I suggest the Dank Sticky
Green Icky Ganja Weed
Prolific
Dream of the Specific
The terrific
I get lifted
Head gripped it
Never slipped it
I drift into a meditation
Down at the station
I was on Vacation still
I got ill when I came down
It ain’t chill to get booked
Shook
Searched, Arrested and Detested
Still I’m Fresh Kid
I hit a lid of Ganja
To pass for Bomber I’m on yah
No drama
I calm to
Stone on one bone
To Jones for more
On tour this is War
To the core
I lit the shoreline
Surfing pipeline
My mic line
Is draped over the gaping hole
I roll under control
I soul to soul
Cold Ice chill
But dice up a grill
Vertical
I further ya’ll
On a burner to ball
I hit the AWWWWWWWW
On trip I drip
Quick nip
The blips on radar
They stay far away
Cause I slay
And they know it ain’t safe
To stick a gun in Mike’s Face
Under control got shot
Who that little kid rolling up Ganja?
Thinking his bomb will slow?
He right you know it!
Don’t blow it in the city
No way can you do it in the city
Life isn’t pretty when you light up Mics
History is what type you strike
A little be trying to key
But the lock struck and BUCK!
You outta luck
Street Sweep The Block
A loaded Glock pull up popped
All flocks got shocked and flew
They ran away
Uncool
On the Street Rule
I made mine in Santa Cruz,
California
Where the torn are blurred on Psychedelic
I took a hell of a hit still
Mics they get ill
When you psyche up the chill
Type to fill the bill?
Your kid might just spill blood
Then mud walk and talk
I chalk up another body
With my hot heat
I rocked the street
Mafia meet
The meat wagon
The Dragon
Butterfly Fractals
I spin it around the World
I hit early Bird
Caught word of Birds for real
Peel steel when I wield
The weapon kept in the stash
I’m a nice guy
Don’t try to ice guy up
I truck is stuck in the mud
This Ganja is suds soap
To get the broke thing moving
And grooving
Butterflies are all I see I Tree
Ganja Herb busted Word
I hit it up in a suburb of Seattle
I have an obsession with Pot Plants
To grow up dance to rhythms
And imprisoned for my decision
I live in my cell in hell
I bell bail on failed tell tale average
I manage baggage handle crab legs
Vandal scandalize with eyes on fly is high
I might right roll reel in sight sore steal then
Wield what ten men are afraid of
Train blades but a dove
I hawk on squawk talk a megadose
Choke frozen for flows in the ice cream zone then
I wrote being striped fielding mics up to ceilings heights
The real thing is white with THC crystals
I love when the bud sticks to you
Like glue you can’t roll one true you hold gun
In your palm wax like bomb I sealed the charm
Heal all wounds through this list hiss on mushrooms
I want to try other Psychedelics
I fell from fits of night terrors
I seem to have cured them
A tear doesn’t drip I sip fluids
Do it screw it on the head
Medicine wed to pull it through the end
I blend the recommended dose come close
I broke my toes on the stub snub dub sacks
Release the backs and fronts for stunts
Once you try it you get to fly and hit
Strike it rich a cinch
Tight as clinch dice up mince
Twice cut the defense is ice but
My minds shut to Meth
I deal in death
I’ve been trill since 2002
Ice in crew left with brew in the hand
I landed big deals
To promote steel in crews
Left with the tools
I use fuel to stay cool in school
I pool resource
Left to recourse of action
That’s Action
I have to blast son
Create the cash strung out
No doubt you gone down route
We heard down South
You get a bird stuffed in your mouth
Round about
Shout out loud and hounded dog
Through thick fog in bogs
I like this job I got
I get to chill and smoke pot
I almost forgot I clock
Hardcore as a shot tore through
Gun drew on command
Go and land on the sand
Beach breach the defense
Entrance into the yard go hard
Tore it tense
Whence it came
I blow out your flame and name
Service with aim I hurt this
Light your wrist
We seek the Water
We got a Court Order
From the Psychedelic Courtroom
To bust moons and entomb with cocoons
We spoons lyrics to tears drip
You fear it
Here come take a hit of Water
All you thought of you spit into tape recorder
I sort of know what you are saying
Saying your way in
If you haven’t tripped and dipped in Water
You a sort to tore crews around
How you like that now
Service with a POW! a smile
People be practicing they style in the Isle
I pile on the core till while is worn
I scored big time
With big things in mind I rewind
Score a diamond
My line slid
I twisted and bent lines
I define trip as anything that flip
So Water is trip I caught your hip bone
To reconnect the live clone
On the microphone
We like Water flown in the zone
I need to smoke bones
And Fast again at last attend
The class and spread my wings
I don’t carry them thangs
I’ve peaked and reached the Nexus
The complex in the brain to bust
Slain turn to dust refrain
From blowing it away
Staying gray matter on the platter
Your hat you’re wearing is scaring kids
Gangbanging and slangin’ dope
What’s broke is the vote to hope
To come smoke some Ganja again
I vandalized a guy’s eyes
Robbed him of his thriving violence business
This distance crept people practice in step
To crept up yo
Blow a hole through dough read the slow
Feed below
Toe to toe
Go for mo’
I show a glowing Soldier how to fold cores
I tore right through and drew
Wicked it crew sick with it
Wrapped in the Golden Arms
I’m going to ring alarm bells
Until I gel into the right state
My mind is hell
Until I ring the bell clean
Like a nightmare or dream
There’s nothing in between
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/28/23 06:59 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
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The party will return one day
When skies are gray and rhymes are dismay
We play the music
All crews twitch until they sooth with a grip
Tight lipped run a tight ship
My mind did never slip up
I rip up
Trip up
Take the dip in the cut to strut
I love a front on a fool
Acting like he or she so cool
Cause they got fuel
I route in two their asscrack
To see it coming back
They asscrack
I just want to live in Peace
The shots greased
The shots in the slots deceased crews lead it with tools
People just fucking rule
Like school is cool
I hit a shoe up on duck
These rhymes pluck minds
Until head crimes release dead minds
I’m said I’m blind
I rewind back to the bottom line
Some got shot over the crime
We executed the black out
Fully stacked up to stack down
License crown to town I take it
Bake it in a cake and break it till it quake
Shake the ground pounds lounge on scrounge
I hound dog through the fog
I smell it the hell hit on the bell equipped with sounds
My might is now and again seen on sight
I likeness like
I strike the mic
But bust I hype to thrust
I service just as crushed
Till they dust
I busted trusted nothing
I’m suffering from martial
All had it scream they partially lean
I got stacks of cream
Top of the Morning to yah!
All crew screw in there to pull it tear
I lit the air for flair
Proceeded to elect myself mayor
Yo stay there
We’ll come back with the gat to Soldier Stat
Fold your maximum
I proceeded to blow stacks and numb on Cocaine
We got Ganja and Meth Proclaim
All the Sets slain
Light this brain in chocolate lane
I chalk it up to cold came knock a fool out
I don’t like to but I strike a fool right up
For shooting around the room like a cluck
You hit this dose of mushrooms and duck
Soon as you step you crushed
Slushed ice with dice up into little bits
Twice cut the flips take advice get your shit lit
On the OZ
Don’t punish me I stun to see I double G
Bikini on the reflex?
You catch a G test to be the best at Bikini
You seen me?
I like it I tree branch out with flowers to smoke I chill
No ice or nothing just Ganja
The one thing I swing with like this
I write a crisp jam in the slam
Light this up who I am?
I’m the man
I understand all the land
I froze to flows I show it don’t blow hits
You screwed up you get fucked up
Your truck rope was dope and you got broke
You smoke a choke and don’t toke further
I got it on the burner inhaling server
Never failing
We bone in the chicken to stick in
Shit in the kitchen is the intended victim
Yes we eat flesh
We ill to the fresh
I step into your whole crew to death
Never second guess
Down twice
Ice clips down to slice
Mics up dice rolled
I patrolled all night
I light up sights sold flights
On types
I murder hypes to turn in
Burn in the insignia
The brand land you head shots to get within within yah
I’m not a beginner
I’m a 30 year Vet
Plus I sweat
I like Tex/Mex X off the lesson long
To strong flesh that hit to death
In your brain with the flex
Specs spectacular
Rhyme this like Dracula
I back up in yah
I been the center of entrance
The defenseless shoot all over the place
Without Ace
It’s the brand you land when you handed it
We commanded the gangs real thick
With the slang trick hang with the rang kids twitch
Stitch up lift up blips like lit trees my eyes sees on
I ski past dawn to relieve all the claw to the face
I take it and break tricks down to their face
They are disgraced
I know this one fool with no Psychedelic
He packs a tool and you can sell him tools
To sweat fools with
He tighter than grip
Lightning real thick
Exciting! I think he’s into Meth
Whatever he’s a dick
I flip him and tip him off the scale of way all be
Like that yep! The bike’s fat I write max
Tap that ass like eyes bright in the craft
I smoke all your stash and dash
With the cash in a flash
I like to smoke sifted Hashish
I want a big brick
I don’t see what the problem could be
No trouble with the bubble either
Or any manifestation of concentrate
Of Cannabis I plan to adjust again
To the right ends to spend with the dead lift
Skip to that Jack
An MC chipper than
I flip your shit and then
Reflect my 8 did collect
I set a date to reflex
They X offed
I sauce money with gun heat
Run the Street and bleep out the cuss words
To release birds
I like a sandwich to lighten and brighten
They fightin’ over scraps
To swim laps for rap tracks
Keep MCs in the back
I jack job slack mob the tax you got robbed
I pull a cog out
The machine fails I bails
Out on the pot
I smoked a lot
I need more to score with the wind tore through
Raps just blew a gasket
I relaxed fit
The trap set
To rap bet
I jack jet out
Let out of school
Cancel cool for the stance that blew
True story
I said Jah Bless
Light up the Trees with no stress
We smoke no cess
We smoke Sativa
The rhyme crest that feed the steez
With trip
Lightning right the thing with Wings
I bring a sting
Kick back and flip tracks that sing
Like a flow tax
That Gold wax
I folded
Did it bold big
Took a big swig of the potion
In the Ocean we float in the salt bath
Like a wrath I right with Cash
In a flash the stash come out
It’s time for Tropical
Rhyme that stop and pull
Dice rolled controlled the soul
I dice up no more ice in the cut
That’s told story
Of born heat
We beat the fleet with the reaper
Ganja teacher
Harvesting year round
From the ground the Sativa grow
Just for that we blow slow
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/30/23 09:25 AM)
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Hollywood
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Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
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We the Streetwise
Street guys with knives and guns
I leave mine at home and get stoned to the bone
I don’t break bones
I seen it shown it sneak peeks
I reeks of the Ganja
All bomber on a ton for hung out
Done the dugout
To rub clout off
You soft
You need to smoke Weed
Get it in the bloodstream the brain
Then lightning
I tight the thing right up with the swing
I light up
Don’t be frightened
It’s in the cut
Gold ease in
I shut
The door on the poor
It’s unfortunate
But all they want is to eat
I had Dinner
On the Street
I’m a big winner
I don’t compete but I defeat
Take you on a spin there
I been disappeared into thin air
Like this I scared
To hype this beyond compare
I rolled dice and fixed your stare
There
Don’t come near
Here
Have a joint get on point and don’t sweat
I’m no threat
A Wisp of the Qigong Stick
NonMartial NonMilitary Stick
I settled Qi
And led free in design
To balance Qi
All 8 Diagram Masters run the Qigong with Stick Extreme
If they know Weaponry
The Weapon is the Stem and Leaves of the Martial Art
The Flower is the Qigong
The Seed, the pure Kernel of Qi
A pleasant circulation of Qi is the Essence
Coca
All birds chirp about how badass their cap is
The stacks fizzle Gold Coats
Smokes of Coca
The technique is unspeakable
Masterful
Martial or NonMartial
All show extreme promise
The Peaceful Tranquility
The ability to Practice in Peace
Matchless in the Universe of Qi
A scenic sight at a Mountain Peak
I ate an Ounce of Psilocybin Mushrooms
I saw the Great Heights
The Highest Peak one can reach
After a View of The Peak
I sought to Retreat into Sleep
I continued to See
Yet, after all Sight I was Still Blind
It was after Years of Qigong
And Martial Practice that I Burned on the Peak
Now I No Longer Fall
I have The Vision and The Dream
It’s a Trip to Pop Up and Down
Shot out the Tail Lights
You Come Clean with Beam
I got a Reinstated
Dated
Asphyxiated
Gold Plated
Ray Gun for something a ton
I Dropped
Popped it
The Stop Hit
Light up lit
Playing with the Martial Arts
I know
So
Many Internal Sets Now
I Seldom Flex
I Cry Foul Ball!
A Martial Dance
Get your spear on
Like a Lear Jet I’m gone
Through the Atmospheric
No fear or sweat
I don’t fight I collect respect
People respect my Mastery in step
It hasta be the flee fled
The bleed said it the edit
I credit blood and guns
With this likeness by the tons
Of dope I move so smoke
In the groove we like Ganja to sooth
Smooth move
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (07/31/23 10:57 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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I wish good Medicine for everyone
Chinese, Indian and African Herbs
Word to the birds they serve
I got unheard of tracks that whack backwards
When I rub a sack forwards or back towards
The map unrolled
Sold it
The cold hit the soul of the mix
In the fix I write magic tricks
I’ve seen a lot of Medicine
In a letter sent to the President
Asking for Medical Treatment for all
On the Ball I scrawl what crawl up the wall
I might enthrall the call the way up to spray up
We don’t like gangster rap
In fact we intact through the back end
To rap’s end I black friend of the mend
On it to gone with it strong lifted wrong stick it in
It’s a sin to Win so I eat dinner and thin up there
With the duck air and careful to tear full
You could be aware of your brain in your skull
And what you seen is dull pain
You need Medicine for the blood stain wool
Hit the trip equipped Cerebral Lift from Sativa
With Tai Chi
Tai Chi is my favorite Healing Modality
With stick my brain hit the right way in
To stay in the flame you became superhumanbeing
I’m the cancerous Master of Bastard
The sack toward the Master of the Swords
Weapons with the check in I respect men
Martial
Non Partial we got it hard to pull
I charge the Bull back
And sold crack
Mac a stack
With right back contact
My bomb is rap
I highjack the cold fact
I told stacks of notes to float in the broken
Spoken for the tokin’ on Ganja
Laced with something
We ain’t bluffing
We tough ink to sink into the nothing
We cuff link stuff in the sink needs cleaning
I’m free wheeling off the ceiling revealing
All wounds healing the real thing
I steal the wing off a King whose steel is sting
I write a hinge
Crept up step while they slept but I in check with the cut for front
Tore the brunt of the ball to call what all Soldiers flock towards
The floating Tai Chi light body
All right Karate you punch them in the face the taste of MMA
Disgraced by my way I stain them red
I deadhead the spread for led to medical
They credit fully pull test out the back seat to greet you on the map
Complete with stack all they diseased cheese like ski low
I read slow the current burn it on the search limit
The gimmick types I’m livin’ it the hype is real with Tai Chi
I’ve got the healing mentality
I don’t laugh I write the raps that slice mask the task to clash
I dash past the flash and cash in
That rap’s sin
To see a friend ended and bled dead
That’s the representative of the let you live credit to medical
All heads I pull up to chop off the fluid cost a lot of loot bid
Scoot your shit the fuck out the way
Before I scare you display
Ganja is the Greatest
Fucking thing ever Created
I watered the flips and dips
With my crops
Shock cops who don’t like it
Until I mic up their mark trick ass
I hold a blast from a Joint or Bong
Prolonged Smoke broke the Coating
Now I’m floating
Rewinding on Tracks Rewroting
The fold up Wing
All this Lightness I bring
Softness
The Boss Cough Crisp
On Ganja Rips
Plus Psychedelics
I was dead on arrival
Before I tried the homicidal Meth
I sold hold to death
Still you bold
Release the Techs
Filled with Gold
I Cold rolled respect
For all the old heads
My name is Platinum
Cap on the tracks I’m from
I like Water and Sun
I smoke Techs with the flames
Unseen names bring hype that insight claims
I release blame on anyone
Who hasn’t held the Gun
I release 1 Sun on the Sun brand lighter
I ignite Meth and a sight toward the flesh
Excite press record to the death I step
I check in step all the bullies who pull heat
Crept
Sleep on this you gone with the Mexican Connect
I need Ganja again
I licensed to styles with profiles
I just all smiles
I retiles the floor
Who could core release the War through?
All raps like this true
My smoking Gat is a fact with the stew
Crew run laps around the ground steady
I smoke real heavy
The Ever Ready
Man I deadly
I don’t like to see G coming with the bleep
Murder heap of the burner that’s keep
Your head in Medicine
My letter better than
Let’s just be friends
I call this cap Mag
I’m the protagonist
Yo we got Coca on the line
What’s the time?
Release shine until you blind
I behind the scenes cleans up this place Ace with Techs and AKs
I reps the Wu Tang
I still in flame
My name is Platinum
I trip to the maximum
Your back get stung
I just chill relax and hum Guns
All these Suns
They step until they get done by the expect
The Guns to come out
Murder Route
I’m telling you
All to hell with glue in the stew of drugs
I got plugged up thugs
With their snub noses
Making poses
I puts on designer clothes and I roll in
The dough when
I ready to spread
I like a Mac 10
All cheese is plasticine
You glue
Murder crew
After I light
I never fight but they ignite fights
And it’s not all right
I got Dragon Breath
With the name that instill the flame to be the aim
I clock this slain MCs
Like breeze
They need to ease up
And get fucked in the butt
Until I diseased with what’s what
I like Pasta
Chill and smoke in armchair
You best beware
Of the boy no toy
I got employed by the void
To stay in the coin
I foiled Lore women galore
But I kept the true as bet
Snore on bitches
Ain’t no hitch in this
With
Mixtures of step
I’m too well trained and I X
Out then name of the blamed ones
With Guns you sum from when you pull one
YO! MCs can’t flow and at the show
I billfold cold with the cold rolled steel
Just counting cash
My next meal is the spent feel
For relapse
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/08/23 02:54 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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Sniffin’ powders
All allowed thirst
From around burst
Come the cloud and worst
I made 8 and 9 steps
Cold Curl
With Wu Tang Skill
I’m ill
Don’t bite my shit you fill
I sight to see them still fight
Ignite the fight will
Until tonight I dice up twice
I eat beans and rice
Take this vice lord’s advice
Smoke a lot of Ganja real nice
With the sword I press record
I been bored
Kickin’ back
Chillin’ on tracks
Fillin’
Release will in the to bill little children
I make my mind still then
Go in
I service I tend to work murderers into worthless
You could hurt tricks
Burst a 33rd and flirt with slips
Duck and dive roll collide
I step inside
And kill turn the tides
Real fuckin’ ill
And you like it
Still until the heights
Of Psychedelic
You punk ass mark trick
We grew up with the gang heat
A gang sweet
Until you meet the bullet
Pull it back to cap
Wool hit this rap track is black steel
In the hour of chaos
I spit you the made man sauce
For boss to play cross it up
Like a Ganja strain
A in class maintain brain
Sill in slain in the days when
The playbook shook your ass
People forget fast
We burn in
To learn in school
Learn the rule
Pack a tool and shoot up fools
Cool is the gat
Bullet like that right maximum stun
They neighbors call the cops from
Behaviors of kids
Like this I smoked lids of grass
Haulin’ ass from the task
I master I hasta fast forward
Then back toward the raps award winning
Beginning spinning plate
I date a nice iced out chick
Who suck my dick
I love that shit
We clock the P lock
On every G lock
Torture scorch your Earth
For worth the gun burst
Dies of thirst shit hurts
The pain insane
Switch lane with some Cocaine
I lit it stoke flame
No he didn’t!
I fin to kill shit
Lightning quick
Right this I rip a J laced with blades
Rap plays in the background
Chip in for the sack now
Or you can bow down
I fit the Crown on a Wizard
To give digits to midgets
I frigid cold bold
All Soul professional
My set we pull into the hex real slow
You burn slow from the pain
Like this with a flight risk
I tight twist the lock excite chicks
With the stalk of a big Ganja bush
Tree
Fools try to murder me
So I liken this key to rhyme B
Still in tight with the P
I need my heart to sing
Been sober 20 years
Fuck beers we hit Ganja
And caught a hard wing
So the song blow in the breeze
Lightning on skis
I rock diseased peoples
Sequels is the feeble dumb stupid one
On a loop bitch
Then you hum
My mind went numb
From Psilocybin
Mushrooms
I got crushed in small rooms
Sweep up the dust with the broom
Clean your scene like a dream
I rock a tie dye sheen like ice dry
On the lean
My dice fly I slice the pie
And don’t even have to try
You denied you hide
But all glide through
See all blue raps anew
Like my crew says
Flavor spreads over danger bled this
A favor intend to lifesaver I behavior
Modification see yah later skater
All the homies fiend on that nitrate
While I hydrate
I say play your claim your fame for the name of War
I core to it work em screw in the head all they dead
My polite demeanor comes off how you seen and heard
I’m a bird the 33rd I don’t want to wreck nerve and serve
Game and Exclaim how Set rewrite the name of Heaven
Except for brethren I expect the best less you came in flame
I aim to blood stain all the fools who remain in the lane
I maim and kill license to ill hype installed with the type
Of swipe for the hard to guard I scarred and disbarred
From law for all I saw it all I broke your jaw
And commanded the standard until it’s a draw
It’s your man heard of brawl I tight same tore up again
They suck and then they dead I’m well fed
And maintain for all who bled
I represent the service to swerve on this I fluid
Rip right through it
I true kids up and luck has it I magic Dragon with the tag in
I lag been up to what I been
I stuck you around the pound and you hit the ground
I don’t want to hear a fucking sound
All that class ring
I love Ginseng
My speed thing is wing
I bring a team play to relay all the herbs
I curvature server
Iced out murderer
Rollin’ the dice
And everyone head of yah
I turn it one sum up for the burn up to come from
Something Sun ray like this on Hay I used to strike this
I hype twitch my ball is all scrawled in red you dead
While I said I hit the federal limit
Gimme it the gimmick that set your bitch intend
To fully Herbalize
I seen murder flies on small butterflies
I despise the ice twice cut for nice to keep your mouth shut
You ruined
Didn’t do it
I shoe fit
Wear it
To tear it
Bare it all naked
And wear the ring that’s sacred
I make it sting
Burn in the thing I swing
Too much crank
For a bullet length
I shank fools
In the tank with tools
I stay cool in school
And fools act up
Back up
The track cut
The ass shut
The task bucked
I last with luck
I struck
You fucked
I service pluck
To fertile ground
All around Ganja Plants
Let’s Dance!
Release the chance you need
It’s difficult to hook up Weed
I shook up
Deceived by the took a cut
For indeed
My speed isn’t the vision
For the live in
The children get killed when they see it
Just be it
To feed it you pay heed trip
The scene is sick
You get busted in the lip
Herb maps
Perhaps this word stacks
Unheard of to the max
I serve funds
Under one done it
Stun it and from hits
They sky plummet
I Sun ray lit
The gun play itch
Like a cinch to fluid win to it
Do it screw it in
Fools attend to who gone win
I food long bend the mend
With an A pretend to slay
But any way
I extend to duel gone way
Hardcore to guard more
My garden for Ganja
And other herbs
Word I love the spice
Small Organic Farms the device
That crews thrive on
The live song
Float on and smoke a bong
I’m happy to make you glass pipes
As long as they’re nice
I don’t like making spoons all day
Everyone needs a pipe or two
All crews roll in the Hay
And it’s a beautiful day
A Gangster
Hands crew the ran through drew
On school hit fools up
Word is luck like a tucked one type from it to gun it
I one hit wonder bit the Summer flipped
To stun it under
Dip in the comfort of slip I thunder lit
What once was bit is now fit like glove I rub
A dub sack folded flack come back black I service hack
I murder max with the furniture in the fact I kick it
Sick with it
The skill I’m ill I got a top bill to rock until the Sun come up
You run from monster truck
I don’t duck I pluck
A fool got his nuts crushed in the bum rush
I hurt you till dust
Just serve crew with lust on the burn through
I cussed and yelled at a bitch who switch
You could tell I itch my shit like a bell ring
Nice to be in the thing I ring
I bring my drink to think what’s pink
I wear a mink and brink of leading the feeding link
In the indeed spin the ink on the sheet
Write this white with the color
All soldier love born in true blood torn
Like slew drug worn on the morning Sun
We gun
Understand guns
Till someone busts your lungs with smoke
Choke thick on it wrote the dis dog gone it flip
Trippers with wise word is up to heard of duck truck on the ice
Slice the mic short to report on sort of score the core
Was War I soar and fly in my eye I get high on Aqua
My block turned to learn the shock burned through the turn
And twist step rep with blades and in check they stayed
How I pray Techs and AKs amaze I sold Gold for days
I cold rolled with the maze I fold ways and means
In ice cream dream for the team what it seem like?
I beam hypes up to see light cut the Tree on mic device shut
Out the route for they doubt
I run shout out clout for the how that sound grounded
And down to Earth rounded since birth
I thirst for ones and sums I numb like I’m from I rung
All day long just chillin’ with my bongs
I roll on I sold gong for wrong
I hit three prong and feast on lead dawn proceed
To blow Weed Herb Ganja indeed
People hear about bomber and a lawn chair
Chill on Grass with the latch lifted
I sifted through the guitar riffs did the skid on gifted
Trick kids into thinking I’m stinking of cess when it’s the best
I flame up the rest and stay abreast of current events
Spent invent the tense left it spread and headed for dead they bled
In federal crime like several of rhyme I mind the time all the time
I’m a crime felon and my shit is hidden or I dissin’ you crew
Just listen
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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Off a burner soul searcher
I get tortured
Pain Flames up in names that brain’s lit
Permanent
I swerve and bet check the Sets
I get a next call to follow hollow bones shown clones of Ganja
My bomb was sewn by a farmer who grown the Herb for Decades word
I flip the Bird at any nerd who try to smother lover of the verb
Smokin’ a fire soakin’ wet retire and poked in the X to stoke what comes next
You a joke I reflex hit up sacks of Ganja Black that fire I admire
Hex all the liars and bets cheaters murderers criminals
The Ganja seed was plural World owned by blown
Mex is nice
I roll a dice on some Sativa from the G burn all P popped and cheese copped
I’m tired of wired
Ganja is the higher flame with Ganja aim I wrote this to explain
I exclaimed that Ganja wrecks streets word to the beat I heard to this bleep
Out the cuss words
Murder nerves on the Set rollin’ jet out the place like shoe laced
Tied up disgraced lie but for sake of Ganja I’m on one for a long Sun Ray
To sum up everyone needs to smoke the blunts, the fire and retire
Street Thugs was the designer
My name Gold Tooth Rasta Irie
Admiring a fire
I caught fire when I smoke to get higher
All the Ganja an all nighter
I light up my lighter
Get excited burn
On one learn
The turn it takes makes life Great Again
A Soldier mend
Anyone tend to end
I got the friend who grow so I know how to grow too
I light this in the Noon and spark like a ballon I float higher
Mine and yours herb for times with Wars
Stirred all blind like tours through Europe
I hit Amsterdam and jam on some fine Hashish Gold Teeth Rasta
Smokes each kind offered
I soft serve a flex caught blurred
On Sets
My Mexican hookup got the Dank Sativa bank on that
Rolled in Fat Cat stacks of Herb
Word you Murdered furthered hurt up and burned buds later skater
I Mic up all the haters
Never tasted her
Ganja Herb
Alight
With the fresh Nikes Ganja likes my mics mellow
Say hello to all the crowd
Who got the pounds of herb?
Don’t murder for it!
Tell your government you love it
And how it’s peaceful
A deceased crew got at least a few cranks
Blanks shot a lot from Ganja Pot Herb
Word
It doesn’t burn the nerves
It relaxes helps with pain
I like black strap molasses with the Grasses Herbs Ganja
All hail the farmers who caught Word
A plural of variety to spice no ice on the recline just Ganja Herb no crime
Relax rewind
All the blind can see!
Is this Rastafarian?
I light the blessing
Suggesting some grow tips for my own kids
Children all are my own I plant a clone of Fire
Admire the more higher I get the more the War Wet
Appetite for Ganja
Might exceed the threat
Everyone packs some guns or something
From one thing to the next
On Ganja we never flexed
Relax steps to the rhythm Jah Blessing
So you want to cap some Meth!
Light up the fire to see inside yourself be Ganja
I used to farm it
With the charm lit
Rose and Frozen
I cap ice like chosen to blows in the Wind
Then it’s time for Crack Cocaine
Further explain the name and why Ganja flame
I light up with the right stuff to my name
All souls aim
Shoulder the pain
Burden
Of hard working
Searching the Land for Brands
Like Sativas is planned
Beam yah up
You need to get struck twice
To understand the dice rolling
On ice folding up
Fold been tucked in so where to begin
I began with Ganja
My herb I hit it to get turned
Like Christmas
Santa brought the manner
Of Star Spangled Banner
All the forefathers smoked Ganja
Life Liberty and Happiness
And they back on the fence
Speaking tense
Get your Ganja herb and rinse off
Shower Power in the Water and soften
With the 8 moon steps
I reflect back upon
The song I sang
Birdie on Black!
Learned all the keys in fact
I sing on trees
Like a songbird
A reggae song word to the Herb Fire
Get higher
Off the tunes
The room swept clean by Ganja Lean
Beaming with Love and Peace
They don’t like the Fire the Charras
With cursive writing
I’m on a Fire Reggae display
Every day we Fire
No more wire ever again
I got a medical healing blend
Just for intent
I invent new rhythm
My best friend made the clay Rasta Pipe!
I ignite Fire inside when my glass broke
I smoke signal the criminal
I got on the line
Who never smoked Kind
They are blind
From behind they come
To rhyme they all designed for crime
Such a bad vibe
I wipe off the type soft
On Ganja Recline!
Peace and Love from Rastafari Irie!
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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Slippin’ off to Waterville again
You better then to make Cash
Or drink a glass of the aqua
All talk stop I rocked the trip cocked back and flipped
On a little kid
Who isn’t licensed to bid they slid in
I take ten minutes to reflect on the bitch ass
Servin’ fast
We sell blood
Plasma
And all that has to happen is you get capped then
I max ends off the bent
I center entered with the spread tender
I flex on fools back at their school
Global Rule
All is cool in school
If you don’t fuel
You catch the tool
From the back usually
They master see to Caps that flee
I hasta be the best
Or I get hit in the chest they flex
I respect anyone who steps practice
To match this you need decades
Blades ain’t made in the shade
We kick it with the Boy From South Central
LA
Named Jason
It takes place in the Hollywood Hills
My mind kills now
Over the airwaves how
Me and Jase smoked the Herb Unlaced
Nowadays we chase the freebase around the block
But I got the murderous stalk
So I screech chalk
And call the War off
Jase got torn by War
I saw the core
Been born then
All the blend of Herbs and Spice
Legal to the icicle
My mic does pull
When I wool
I cap a null and void
Avoid the ploy
Boy I can’t see how you can avoid
The Boy did this while toys slid in
The farmed men
Been up in arms then
I celebrate and skate on ice
Make my hands nice
Magic
With the baggage handlers you could brandish yours
I been on tours
I score the floor seats
This War reeks of rotten blood and guts
Plus with all the sluts
Me and the homies need a Reefer Connect
We sick of the disrespect
Of the Street
We get heat
Everyone meet us at the dust spot
We like, Yo! What you got?
The block got hot
So I got shot at
Roll gats in asscracks and it’s like that
Mold your fat ass
My soul just passed through
The last crew who knew
We just blew
Rhyme and this to the T
MCs flee when they see me
I be OG
Cap a ski and P nut
Licensed in the cut
To score the shut out
When it comes down to route
We got some doubt
Yep. I lived in the small farm town
Where all around there’s one corner
On one block
They busted both Glocks
Now all the stock rose and shocked
The drop got you popped on these streets
I walked
These cold streets is watchin’
Put another notch in your belt for the top ten
My shock end the stock vehicle
Peeled disease off the World
In this curled
Wu Tang
Who dropped the real slang mang?
I got the English Language sang
Rang the thang and release tracks that come back
Without tax I max a stack
For the black dark uncharted darted through
Watched this crew blew
Into the stew everyone flew
I said
Guess Who!
Yep you knew whose shoe is on which foot
I full of soot ash
Burned the stash
My lungs Gold Cash
The murder last as long as my ass strong I blast
To the task I got the raps you hit bong relax
No sweat I route out a Tech it’s the task
I got respect but I cold collect OG with these rhyme raps
With Wu Tang Key
Plus heavy duty Mushroom
Everyone bum rush too soon
Like a spoon of Cocaine
You can call it anything man
A soldier sank in the tank
And smoked dank herb till they bird
Your coffee soft heat
Rock sheets of LSD
That ain’t me but I plan it to fans with the hit records
I catch hipsters in seconds
With this check wreck it
The Tech always lit
The AK stay in the lane I shot with brain on Psychedelic Maintain
All they claim hipster fame
What’s right is the insight on Ganja all night
I take a night flight
And sight the lyric truth you drink a beer and hit
I near miss?
Hell no!
My snakes hiss you get dissed
A little hippy trick needs a lift
I got a little crackhead a gift
I seek to riff I shot it flip the stock rose to the top
In the market I darken it to stark naked flake it off
Bake you’re soft
I hate your boss too
Tell him Fuck You
Sum your tongue up in one language cuss word English extinguish
The flame and the lane ends in
The insane in the brain
Strain of Ganja
We smoke it and get the hard pull on the Set with no flex
Plus I rub backwards with my AK-47
I’m a Veteran
Pull up and check your hit
Don’t wreck your hit
Light up a lot of spliffs
Catch riffs on instruments that trips
I light this
Don’t fight this I ignite this for Rasta Irie
I tire of seeing the treeless
I need a festival of Ganja
All around the ground steady to shake real heavy
Get the head heat the deadbeat
Relax your seat and meet and greet everyone
For fun I shine Sun on a gun
I don’t like gun threats
We roll and Rolex whack sets
Come off crisp inspect the set
I’m fresh so I def with the X clip in the rest to dip
I’m telling you
You sound like a fool
You’re not cool
You need Ganja school
I’m about to order
The sort to real core true as the twist dance blew
The answer was the advanced burn of the Joint on Point
I clock a coin flip that tight stick in the bite trip off me
I got a lot of trip and Ganja to come off clean on the scene
I fought it to caught it till they raw clipped the saw the product standstill
You’re brand is ill I tight kill polite fill insight till I right with will
In Mics I drill into contact with rap if someone pulls a gat
It’s like that
I come right back with the tack
I master has to cap your ass to death
I got the Dragon’s Breath
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/09/23 04:50 AM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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Smoke a joint
Practice Dragon and Monkey Dance
I’ve proven myself in combat
So I’m on capped with Platinum to trip and relax with some
Exotic styles I compiled from the annals of boxing
My rock swing I shock the thing
A lot to crown you king
I want to see you dance
With fighting techniques
Beyond belief
I chief of the system
Of Dragon and Crane
I watered the lane
My mastery slay in the brains
I stay in lanes then swerve until I can’t explain it’s word
Catch a bird who wraps
Or perhaps Shaolin for the monks
We don’t take punks
You need blood
We like that brown down mud
I chill and suffer rougher
I like to smoke Bud
Ganja rub
Tax the blood for caps that study maps
All money intact with the facts that run heat with the gats
Fully relaxed at the rap fest
My bomb infects raps that suggest the flex
I wrecks crews with blue on their shoe
Cause they new I crew release brew off the stew
I so cool
I fool with the World turned backward
Score a sack toward
Sword
Core release busted sheets on LSD
Smoke a lot of trees like Jesus
Best believe this
I write a thesis
That beach trippers dip in waves to see this remix
I got the beam that adjust
To the bust off lust for just to turn to dust
I just thrust
I cussed out a bitch for stitching up kittens
Wearing mittens and sitting pretty in the distance
I fist up my wrists cut
I stick truck with the lit ducks on the ruckus
Bring it I sing it out loud
Shout down towards the crowd
To the floor they bow
They understand how I could get so great
Cheese and later I fade your hits out
To flicks martial arts hard to fully scope
Till I broke and wrote some shit
My mind is fully lit
Lots of Drugs and Trip
I pay respects to the Tech I slept with in bed
Staying up all night until the next early light and them some
My friend dead from the drugs that thugs pull off
I roll cause havoc to manage damage it’s savage
To have it your way in the doorway
The psychedelic swings the door and tore away the horror
Once you seen it you in tune with trip let beans slip
Martial fit with the hit up so you could sit up and get up
Don’t let up pump the set up like this lead duck
The head struck with bullet
You could pull it back and shoot but you gonna get it
I spreaded the raps deaded up let it shut the door and core
For before people went to War they score
Some Ginseng roll and roll right wing I tight the thing
My lyrics might sting I come with Wings
I sings this track feeling in black revealing the tax
For healing I max the dealing I clack back the shit and blast
For feelings that last all you seen was your ass
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/09/23 04:52 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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I hit a soul’s weight
Relax straight
Spin a plate and everyone dance
I got advanced martial and I dance
Hard to pull off the chance
For a Yard full
I card your ass you know
Sniff blow I reach the toe up limit of gimmick
I flip it
And rinse it mince it dice it all cut it up and twice shut the duck
This ice got shut truck steady
Rope ready for the head heat
To deadbeat
I said street
Was the truth complete
Ruthless seat
On the fruit for sweet
I broke a tooth
On the roof I seen it
I smoke bean hit the cleanest
I’m the meanest savage to ravage
I got cabbage and I plan damage
All the old masters died
You could hide inside
I’m glad I took the ride
I’m the Master Now!
I reverse cow leap
A cow heap pie sprouts Psilocybin Shrooms
Seeing these keys in these rooms led to Mastery
I fast to ski pole up a bleed fold up the seed with speed
Methamphetamine
I likeness to cream smoking beams off jelly gas
Release in a flash the Murder Master
With caps to stack yah up
This Murder Duck
A fleet struck
Same as stuck in the bleed you luck
I don’t give a fuck
Go service in the cut
To hit some relish
Embellished in the fell with split
Tell that hit
Mixmaster flip
The dipper
Herbs
A murderer served with the curvature
To burn right through
Hurtin’ yah
Curtains for your kick back lifestyle
Soul child
I fiend to profile for mean green Ganja so I could smile
I pack a pile of stacks
Shoulder high to the tanks
We got the rank to stank up the place
I seen a fighter ace get no place
In stasis
The basis was to make shit great
Inside our own brains
We strike strikes in bowling lanes the type
To hype up but I wipe shut on stone ace
The Ganja Cut a stoned place
My stoned face looks like I make
Miles of profiles
For the Gold and while I’ll file in line
I chill stylin’
Smile then all the while been
Actin’ your friend
We could send the key right up to G for a fee
We could wax free make it max
And ski pale in the whale
Make it fish tail
All they stale
We could cold rail
While everyone else fail
Move at the pace of a snail
All we gotta do is inhale
Lit Rap!
35th
36th Mix that
Git back
Or you risk jacked ass
Fast to skid
Blast that kid
No matter what he did
He did it big
Took a swig
Run that shit
Bum some hits of a cig
Total nig
Release the trig
Cold greased pig
Now busted lip
Scheming
Beaming at the hip
With the full clip
A Soldier missed
Florida
Keys of Coca
We smoke up
Broke sho nuff
Roast your whole butt
On the spit
We be rotating it
Like most aim we sick
Flesh eaters
Death deadly
Flow the medley
Head speed indeed yours
Feed four legged beasts
To bleed for more Wars
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
Edited by Solid Log (08/10/23 10:15 PM)
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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High Bids
Lit up the E-Cigarette
I jet up the block for Ganja Stalk
To put it in so I could Walk
Proper
Don’t stop I popped them in Florida
Snortin’
Reportin’ back from space the Ace
With Meth in the lean the taste was clean
Death did seem fresh
What happened to the Dead Kids?
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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The Cops cracked down
My wraparound sound
When I put the Crack down
Toned down my Glock 9 Pound
The hound dog bullets
Was fully in it to win it
Some people gifted with drugs
Written plugs
Thugs off that snuff
Raw
They busted a jaw
When all they saw was War
I scored a pouring rain
Insane way in the big league
Games with Flames James
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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Solid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,153
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 4 hours, 2 minutes
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I burned an 8 off the flag
Sun and Water
Heart Sings
Ganja Wings
Tighten things up
And loosen
The gang truce maintain
Still to this day
I got a brain that rolls right down the way
At the spot the A Tre off some pot
Reefer caught
Neither not
Magic
Until you bought and Managed
The brain scan
Your flight did land
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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock
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