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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869107 - 10/01/24 12:19 PM (2 months, 27 days ago)

Matchstick
Ignite to light up Bricks of Hashish
Peace
To the World as I turn on the burn on
I lurk in Long John Undies
I got the Go Fund Me
For anyone who wants to puff Hashish
This master internal
Cash with the burn slow
Down to ash
To turn it around
The underground in the lounge with the Pounds
Of product found in the underground Drug Market
I’m bound to spark it
I Hark!
The Herald Angels Sing
As Bullets take off with Wings
No more Meth and drugs like that
I strike the match and light up Hashish

Butterflies
And the Wu Tang Sword Style
All the mind functions in flows
That’s circular
We seen it burn and blow up spots
As the thoughts progress as Lock
I bought the Stress Weed
As topic as head breed some
For a Gun
I park up Sun
To darken it
Tracks around and park in it
The Spot
That Bullet Glock
I served a flock of sheep
As I keeper of the technique
I flow and Speak
White Sheet rap
The Butterflies gone and impact
The Sun Rise
As my script run as Trip through the Inscribed
Lift
I Twist Js
Internal displays of power
In the shower of Rains
And Blood Stains

Out in the Country
We BICYCLE!!
Throw your hat up
If you strapped
And BICYCLE
I type to pull it off
The mission at all costs
The position I’m in
I cause friction
And pull off the fix in it
The sauce on the dish
With the wish made as blade
We BICYCLE!
Pull it off in the nightshade
Running BIKES like Guns
As strikes on mics
I’m the type to pull a pipe off
Your sight at a loss you floss
We BICYCLE!
I take a flight off my style
I BIKE a mile
With the ICICLE on the chain
My thunder brains
That’s in One lane
I light up bright
I ignite and type to ride on till dawn
This Mic Style
I BICYCLE!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/01/24 05:41 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869113 - 10/01/24 06:15 PM (2 months, 27 days ago)

In the Country
I got multiple spots in the Forest to roll with Glocks
I could carpet Ball
Inside my apartment all night
But I Light Better
On flights outside in the Wet Air
I could rock a Tech
Or Bullet
I got the Spices and Herbs the fullest Mic for Herb
I type to light a pipe up at night
Then take flight
I feel the Bright Sun at Midnight
In mid flight I ignite
Tracks on this
I come back
Honest
The bomb is strapped to my back
Like a Track I run
I got Guns
In the Country
Plus I got the funds
We could bump heat
In the Street
You get thumped into the concrete
If you ain’t from the City

When I flow Weed
I want all the proceeds
To go to humanitarian aid
That’s displayed
My rhymes in the layback
I train track
Lay down the plan as just one man
I run the brother sum
From that Gun Up
Into the upper from the Supper I had
I’m bad
I Mic up the man back as One Sack
I write it Jack
Of all trades
As busting missiles made
The grade
Into blades
I see blades coming back
To Islam in fact
I could see a rerun
Of the progress we fund
As the heart become
Sweet
The blood drips from discreet
The Gun greets you on the Street
Till Sun hits you
Plus you get lit crew
Too

I got the Guns up in the corners
With the Nexus
Girls perplexed by my Complex
I respect the Jersey inspect
The worthy headpiece
My Glass Pipe I released as last swipe
For Gs
Women come on Trees in the breeze
They want piece of these
Combat fatigues
I mic the mop up had the mop using Glad
I mustered the ran flushed out with the sword
I slice the cord
I seen one Girl looking bored
Looking forward
She made the Meth Connect coming towards
The Mike
Plus this Sun on the rise I disguise
All cries
All tears as Sun dries up all the fears
I Sum for the Gun as buzz
What this girl was
Come about cuz as commas
I bomb a
Product as 9 Glock
I shock everyone with every Sun
I made everyone think
I busted Platinum Chain Links


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/01/24 09:53 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869114 - 10/02/24 12:22 AM (2 months, 27 days ago)

I’m out of touch with my Ganja Roots
I just scoot collect loot and then shoot it out
Off the ground a round ricocheted
In the blades I’m light as the Gun tight
One Light run it out into the Crown that’s renegade
Always cashing Grades in
The way it spin
My Bud should be the best
That way into
The been through
The Trip and seen it flip
The Bird as cash third for Word
I strike the nerve
As One curve up
I splurge when I return
I make the big burn and churn ashes
In batches I flip the mattress
I just relax in this
Chill
Trust that black as ill until I let it spill
Psilocybin

I drink the cyclone
With the lights blown
The flown
On Glass of Water
Bone Dry to High in the Sky
I return of the Y
That serve a T
Like a Chi
I busted back ski
I trust that
As one on the map
I release souls that fin to attack
In the back I flip the track
Recite it
Till I’m inside it the glide hit the fly rip
The twist those
Flip rows toward the front
As One Sun all Blaze
For 40 Days and Nights
I take flight until I’m in the Gunsight
I Trip it just might get extra with the texture
Grip the Gun flex with
This on Sun
Textbook
Get your head shook

When I enter
I the Menace
Professional on the Cent you pull back
With the static
Armed with an automatic
I sack up the grands with
The hands grip
Tight on the Gun
Into this I been through this
Crews twist and shout through this
I glue kids to the ceiling
I appeal to the free wheel
Jump out
Bite the steel
I thump them down as One Round
Sealed
All I be all the G all the P to top it like topic light it pop it
I nonstop Trip the content off
The bong Lift me
Crispy Buds that Flip these thugs
I breed for the doves who don’t want War to pour
I Tripped is some more
I got the Ganja Galore
With the shop pulling up Pop
I lit the truck stop up
I get the pop up on mop up
I wrote the flocks take off
In the way it lost I Trip it the boss
Of the Presidential Ticket
I just kick it yo


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/02/24 10:17 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869116 - 10/02/24 11:11 AM (2 months, 26 days ago)

When you bump your system and Harden
It’s like a garden crop of the drip brain
Cannabis Chain
All light in the bright white tight knit
On sight flip the ticket
Then come back and kick it
We got the W Lock
On this Block I risk it Glock
Lift up to the Trip Bust that
Crip Walk
I seen it C off the Hawk that’s G & P
I got the ski poles
All lead swoll as breed I go bowling
Lit the rolling hills up on Soul with Wings
Soul Lift
The Whole Trip up
I lit the skip up
You get it bit duck that with the lips shut
You don’t speak as bleach
Thrown in Eye Gun did 9s
I flipped the Rhymes
Twist
Screw into Lift the meds up
They blind and can’t see the kind
Of fate language we all relate
Until the White Sheet
Come as Sun
I toast buns
Relax with Guns
I’m Lightning become Faster it’s frightening
To capture the heights with Wings
Disaster
The next Chapter

Walk through your Ganja Fields
I just popped another
Motherfucker
Causing problems
He wouldn’t revolve
So I solved him
With the Gun again
AHEM!
I want a Cannabis Chain
All light in this funds tight
We don’t stack Ones
We glow as from the billfold
As real told
Ages of old
I ripped the soul off
So Yo!
Hold off
I sold off the assets
That Trips the magic when you land it backflip
Tight grip of Cash that mix and match
I light the stash up
I get blasted
Come right past it
I mastered it
Have to Grip on the Gun Stripped
I might have to mix
The clips with run thick
Strung
Off the Lung Busting Hits
I full Eclipse



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/02/24 02:21 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869118 - 10/02/24 03:10 PM (2 months, 26 days ago)

We Syndicate
Rolling up and down the block
Talking Glocks
We Syndicate
Strolling up and down the block
Talking Hawks
Everyone beginning to Trip
Is running a grip up
Probably
I swallow
Don’t owe an apology
I got the knowledge
I ran back to the block to make contact
I seen my man
Bomb with a Strap
God Damn
He heated up
Capped
Seated up
Bleeding in the cut
Freeing nuts up
On spreading shots
We beam with the Glocks
It’s nonstop
I relief relight with the seeds
Insight I beam tight
You probably ask for a light
So I light up
Mountain Stream
I hit it right up
Natural
Water Fountain
Shout out loud
Tripping Shrooms
Bound down
Like Silver Spoon
I Lamp with the Crown
I Soldier
Lost and Found
It’s a challenge
That’s why I flip the rallying cry
Inside the mind I bind
Trip it rewind then sip it
We go way back with a stack
To OG shit
I don’t even have to roll
To make a hit

Smoking Ganja and hiking
We relief from the Speed
We just busting Weed
Checking out the breeds
Varieties
I try to free my mind at ease
Rewind degrees
Shot it Chocolate Thai on Keys
Shooting the breeze
Flowing with the steez
I’m modest but I bomb back on product
That’s law rap
I thunder under with One Strap
We advanced
Do a dance
I just seen some Shrooms in the deep woods
I got my backpack and a plastic sack
I’m about to nab with a razor
Kick back and blazer when I’m done
I catch a phase
Make a run
I lit the tracer
Seen eraser
Lift one Kick it Zip Gun
Brave
Behave on the Six Gun
I lit it hit numb
Terrific
Ganja specific
We roll tight Trip it
Hike the mountains
Camp by the lake and river head
I figure my trigger is dead by then
I deliver spend
The shilling
Breed the villain gets squeezed
Down on my knees
I clock Trees
Seen it rise like ten degrees
Celcius
Out my belt I felt I held just in the sell it
Ounces and Pounds I dealt with
Kilos
We peel slow
All feeling flow the Hawks
Revealing how I lead link
The seeds
Plant a Crop and Think
We got the links
That copycat try to rock some Phat!
Man!
Damn!
I wish we all got the Ganja!
Understand?
I’m about to bomb yah
Relieve head trauma
Medicinal Keys from the Sauna
Steam relax
Heat belts up in the tax
We feel
It’s felt
In the heart dart arcs a marksman
Or you in the dark then
I seen it shark fin



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/02/24 04:39 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869120 - 10/03/24 08:48 PM (2 months, 25 days ago)

I love to have a good supply of Psychedelics
I break through
Wake crews up
From the grave as one as slave make it to the plate
To up at bat smack
The ball out the park
Break Through
I Solve
I come down as One Round in the chamber
One ground you on you in danger
So I flipped the Pounds of Ganja Major
No stranger
I licked the blade
Like a blood relationship
In the flame
I ripped this Trip up
Now it’s time to chill
With the euphoric glow of the after the Trip
And all is told
By the Trip
For the Trip
Of the Trip
You get a solid grip on your Trip

Strong Mushroom Brews
KNOCKOUT!

Chalk the C Walk Down
I spit it Hawk now
A few hours ago
I was with the flow of
STRONG MUSHROOM BREW
I split in two
Like you know who
I flipped it Blue
Cash check screw into
The fluid
You know how we do it
STRONG MUSHROOM BREW

I prepared it
In the elevator lift
I ain’t scared of shit
So beware
When you take the hit
You get it tear up
The Full Clip Spit
I tight as grit
Of a sand dune
All relax in Cancun
STRONG MUSHROOM BREW
Into the ruin
All units pursuing
The flew straight in
On new Wings
I sing the crew sings
This paper brings
See you later
Like Kings
I tight as fade there
STRONG MUSHROOM BREW


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/03/24 10:32 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869122 - 10/04/24 10:13 AM (2 months, 25 days ago)

Water
Is the Trip that grows stronger
The longer
You on it
My song hit
The life as one light bet I heights to fly to
As I ride through
I spit one glide
Crew up inside with Brews
So you choose your Trip as cruise
In the flip off twos
I take a sip
I Trip the meaning of the dreaming state
In this cake baked
Tripped it plate of the liquid
Back and kick it
I Trip with the mix of the maximum
Water tracks did run
Ample
I cancel your sum
As you can’t tell
I can’t Bell until Hell freezes
Done as breeze with
Lift the Trees
Flip the Keys
It’s like this until I mic mix
A True Psychedelic
This Water Trip I sell in the grip
Of tight money
One Street down as reach around
On the Streets I found
The ground as Pounds of Ganja
Smoke on the Water

The cook
Cooked it
Shake and Bake
Take a look and then break
I hook up with some synthetic
It’s a new drug
Psychedelic
I got a new plug
All off of thugs
That bug back and rub my rap up
So I made a Cap
Danced until I advance on
The storm born from the lamp worn
As I amp
I spit
The champ
Mean for this hand to creep up in my sleep
I shot the sheriff
I get it square with the tear the Trip up
I mix up
Six
As clip cut the Flip but I ran the track damage
All the planned figures ran with triggers
I pull one deliver
To bold Sun
I make a river run and never come back


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/04/24 10:48 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869123 - 10/04/24 12:08 PM (2 months, 24 days ago)

An LSD head
Wrote the scribe script as
Legend has
The tracks run
It’s facts from this relapse
Gun to the dome
As spread it with poem
I wax you known
Flown into the wind blown
I Tripped it so in this I spit
The rhymes I hit with
Soaking smoking a Spliff
I get with
This LSD Trip
It’s signature
Poetic
Max as medic
Track that head split in two
As with this likeness I flew
Blew up the spot
True
As I microdot
Sold what I shot up
I rock the product
I need to get off of as I soft as
A baby
I chill and maybe
Find some LSD the Sun Rays
Bleed my name as one came
Heat up into flame

Water
Is often the cause of changes
In this sizzle down to the indivisible
Physical
I light a brittle
Kick back whittle a strap down
With One Round
In the ground
My hat’s down
I slipped it Crown I tipped it
Mountains
I flip plastic Trip that casket
Rinse
The fists
I sling slang the difference
I written since I crisp
All tight twist
Water on the list
Organic kiss the panic button
I ran it such as in the Dragon
To bust one
It’s tough run the front from
The dust bunny
All dummy split the run heat
Up the Street
They come sweet
Until they bitter
I lit there
In the air as Trip
Wear down the spare rounds
Of the mountain mist
I come from the town
All showdowns
With flow out of bounds
From the hydroponic
Grass grown with the last
Home on the range
I twist them in the flames
Cannabis Js


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/05/24 03:57 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869136 - 10/05/24 04:37 PM (2 months, 23 days ago)

Burning from my Key
Not a Kilo
Although I puff Weed Slow
I mean my Chi
My Internal I turn down the Speed
My focus is the lit the most itch the scratch
With a fresh batch of the Cali Grown
My Lamp it did own
The CAMP stopped their plan
I scan the area to tear it down beware of
Rounds Going Off
I’m not going soft I’m Internal

Burn slow into the glow of Chi
From below I spot a Key that stretch
Feed the mechanism in the list in the Flip listen
My system I wish when I bent I never
Back and center
Cap from remember
Back when I sent the cold earned the lens
I packed spreads up

Until they all fed up
Split the bled from the cut
I shut out
All Murder turn around burn through
The whole crew against you
What you flew offa
I cough up cop a Key truck some
Bust numb up
To the dozen no fronting
I Sun on Wings the Gun Gleams
On the murder scene
I earned a Bean
To grow into Cold Cream
Cash Crop
It makes a Bullet Stop!
Ganja!

Starvation
Fuel Injection
Cast a reflection on Water in the downtown Marina step in
The Arena
Boy you shoulda seen a crew flip
Back and do it
Crash right through it
Max with the cast as back twist the run under Gun new Trip
I take you to school with the cool whip
I just Trip
Flip the stats then make the Caps on display come right back
Like back in the day
I run the track
Murder manufacture burner into the master turn a
Spliff out to the last to smoke it
I hit it toke in the gown specimen specific
Bled it then I head out to the treasure trove
As back is broke I cash in for a smoke
The dead your cloak
Was Set and for the folk to Wet with
I love an Acid Trip
Cast the Drips in the Brains as one aims
I riff I the twist the victim one
For friction sung off the jurisdiction with the Kitchen
Sun
I take a listen
I track the one the hat the curve as cash
I blur the math so you don’t have to
I Crack as one drew your black and blue
Max fluent into the tomb I swept the room bet


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/05/24 07:21 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869138 - 10/05/24 08:16 PM (2 months, 23 days ago)

I Tripped you to get the move
I slipped in the Disco
Recite with the fistfuls of White Crystalline
Dream for what steam
I burner beam
Of Wet
The Set as Team One under threat become the one that rep
I done kept with the step and head it lead out the barrel
Of the Pistola
Cash in on a Cola
That’s a Flower Top of a Ganja Crop
A Cola is the Top
I take a stroll through as I hold crews in check
I manufacture Street Respect in a bottle cast as I dot on some third eye
Gun under the glassware the lab made the grade as fade in
Way to tear off the head that’s Set
I make in bet drape it over drug connects
I’m naked 
I baked with the place Set
Table threat back and able to just quiet as kept
Fat cable around my neck
Drugs kept crews in check
We get the Money
Funds that one Street as Gun come up on repeat
I seen the scene with the laser beam on Murder Cream
Infrared gleam I shock as Steam
Rocket up to topic with the Glock slept with that Cash
As burner in the stash to keep it further up
Fast
Water
The long arm oughta reach
A Soldier for a freak
I burn the speak
Of this I teach
Run through the creeps
Nighttime sweep the Sun Prime
As one dime dropped
You get popped
And pulled out the Lock

My head fell out of the airwaves
I microwave brains
On Chains
Cash and Blood Stains
I Lift it like Rain
I sipped it back and dipped that
The LSD effect
I bell in
I’m a Shroom Head
I seen the Feds run up
Instead I sum up the lecture cast your dead air
Of the stare down
As One Crown
I lift it cast back
As asscrack

I Fast and repel on Glass Pipes
I’m the hype known as Mike
Known to Cash in on the OZ of Shrooms
To the Head
I’m braindead
Leave the Chain Red
I manufacture a fracture of the track you’re on
Gone of the flow instead of roll
I cast a Soul
Smoke a few bowls of the Cold Wind Blows
As hold in the Gold Wings
My LSD stings I bell with
The Dragon back in
One Sun Blacken
Over Magic
I seen the cast flag pole lift the flag up in the wind for kin
I Soldier within I cold sped
The head up
Back and read it
Head crisp the Feds get dissed
I’m leaded back and twist
For credit
I mash and edit
My Dead Head Trip
So you could sip the flavor
No Title
No Waiver
No Misbehavior


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/05/24 09:34 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869140 - 10/05/24 10:23 PM (2 months, 23 days ago)

Street Control
I touch the Streets
They turn to Gold in this keep
The peeps up on this keep the stock in rise as eyes seen
I thunder under Once for Weed Smoke
A Weed Toke is Street when you head out and coated
Back I came floated over Rolex
I got the Cold text I mold
For title I make the 9 pull the head as fine I sped Speed
What’s this read?
I seen the Sun bleed as become Street
A Street thug try to reach
But each Bullet I creep with fully swept the Streets wept
I teach as next I freak
But is real of the dusted Trees on the Map
I further in the curve that swerve
On the Streets I lurk
Cash as clerk
Master the hurt
You in for the been storm the Street
For Street War you seen a fleet
To the Core
I got the backseat with the shotgun
I rock on top of Sun
What bottom might become I shot one
Off the Stop the trigger pull figure that
Full I deliver caps that Soul
On the Street crews they fold up
Sweet as the Sugar each
Treat this twist as dissed over Gold there
I’m Platinum
Cold in the air to bear arms
We all charmed
We garner Street Respect as the Street connect at intersections
We cast reflections and shadows on the Streets with mad flows

Ganja
The greatest
The latest Strain can’t fade my taste into the place
I tried so many kinds my thoughts rewind
I spit a dime as I had a dub that’s in the club
A club drug like Meth
I seen it
I beam it
And dream for the Ganja Weed score it
I’m more lit now than before the law allow
Legal Ganja
See through the bottle
Got my THC burn it hot
On the Lotto
I won
I amp a champ that Lamp like the Sun
I vampire
In the expire retire that
My higher hat off the fire
Contact
The Sun burns back in the luck I truck
Past the flush off head rush
I seen it cold crush
On the Ganja lead to the Pop!
I spot one up in the spot
I cough up a
Dot in outer space
I forgot to chase my Pot with Ace
No Ganja laced
But I hit Herbals as seen the swell
Recede into tell me I sum as One Gun back that run tracks
I fiend for the Sun back
With the Ganja Stack
Plus I spit on Psychedelics
I got too intelligent all fell with the hit
I’m selling it


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/06/24 12:47 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869143 - 10/06/24 01:00 PM (2 months, 22 days ago)

Conjunctions
I Spot the Drug Cocktails
I got Herbs
So I verb as word up
I spit a bird up
Back on shirt off the back
I back up with a sack
I turn it back up
I got the flash drug in the spot that rub
I rub a dub
Back in the club track
Rewind it back on a dime sack of Buds
I thug as mud into the tons of choice
We got the voice employ the toy as boy was back as drugs buzz
I crack some thugs off
I light it soft
Ever since I hit Herbs tossed up
I boss of murder rap
As turner in the back
That surplus come exact with the reaction I sack of Sun
Bring it back in
He tax I hung off the wax
Murder an axe
Plug as black as rust that
One Strap leads to the funds rap as under dollar bills
Money gives chills down to the hungry
Pay the bills
On One Street you can’t eat without Money
I run the Gun Heat the struggle
Back and bubble
Collapse under Thunder on Tracks
I split a Wonder all chill with my sack of Herbals

I got a big sack of Buds
Make it Bigger!
I pull the trigger when my thoughts split
The mind I Trip in the Water
Reheat the text that back as Set
Relax
You chill in Ganja Plants
Do a Ganja Dance
Avalanche of Product
Means I always got it
I Get Hot
Hit the bottle with the witch
I spot a hitch up
Cast as dick sucked
Get my lit plucked
By the truck as said
One to the head
I’m turning red
Back in the sedative
My raps represent how I live and let it live
I forgive you
For the thoughts of trigger been flew down the river
I Water
The sliver of a thought of the bought crew
Pounds of Ganja chance blew up like Farmer
The wind blew I seen it solved
And revolved as been did the job
I lit the type that heart as Mob
I got the hard hitting
Raps I’m spitting up
Tracks they all lit up and in up in the sitting duck
For the DEA
DEA doesn’t like Ganja
Back in the day we spit the bomber
On delay
With the AK-47 Spray


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869145 - 10/06/24 02:49 PM (2 months, 22 days ago)

I augment my Water
With the Bomb Buds I tight this
I take flight Lift into the Trip
As rung as the bell has
I got the major heat on the Street the Well Dug Deep
I spit it swell up the peeps creep
Into the white sheet
Shift the bleeped riffed back and Trip that
In a sack
A soft Cat has it further black as murder
Impact I call it Trip back into the Earth for a rebirth
I spit it lean thirst
This Ganja Medicine First
I’m a Veteran of the spun spirit
All I do is tear hit up the fear split the ear to ear grin
I bitten in to begin I such as wind blew
All head flown off the blown breeze
Crews Gun for Trees
As one in the Keys
I Soldier Freeze
Up product as law saw it often to cough in I toss in the money when

The Gun heat up
Infrared lens and the Gun Heat expands the from the Street
Box as beat
This Trip was the topic of my sheet
I rocked with the Trees
Guns like a disease I pull hit with a full clip
Murder thick in the turn of the Forest Path
I seen it Born Green Buds in Wrath
Do the math
The Heat clasp on
I react as back strong
With One Gun drawn
I seen it lit at Forest Lawn Cemetery

Organic
Thoughts of the soft clouds
As one rounds up the Pounds
I got a lot of Produce Down I flow deuce
In the sound I load with the troops
I skip it the true as flute sing
My hoops ring
I got the Gun that sing
This poison spit it toys in no longer exist at the boys and girls club
I relax a dub
As trouble job as a throbbing stop in the top end
I box as blend
Defend that I speak a hell of a cat as gel back
Into the Internal Trap
I turned true as the map
I learned crew up to spit the stew back up
I had it truck as Plastic Glock
Recede into the Lock
I Popped it with Crops and Water
I taught that sorta operation in nonstop the nation under the Farmer’s
Bravery
Lit the strain of Pot
I flow as low I patrol the Soul as Cold
I mix it bold like Wiccan
I title script in the rival
I shock as tribal Wisdom
Relock the scribe as hitman
I shock the shit out of render them helpless
To split a self with
Stealth Trip
Organic


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/06/24 03:59 PM)

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    #869146 - 10/06/24 08:08 PM (2 months, 22 days ago)

Lawn Gnomes
Smoke a Bone
As phone up
As I shown up I blown up
The Spot
I rocked it chalk dust
As product bust that
Straight over the take as one great again with the Set
I several steps into picking Shrooms been drew
Off the school
I light it Lamp up a fool gets his shit ran struck down
With a suffer a round cut off for Pounds of Pot
I got a Glock too
I clock true as block cruise with
The tool used slept on the rule I fuse crept
Into the shut up and get the fuck out!
I spit a buck out
As your luck run out
I got a Gun out
I run you down shout cuss words as birds mountain
My Water Fountain sprout about it
I sack a rounded up square
As I flair bite this dare to write whips in the stare down
I wear the crown

Earthquake
Set as word as head your state
I merge
In lanes on the interstate
I purge the 8 Ball
Great standing tall
With the metal plate
I bent it brawl up
I follow up with fatal
I stand in the rain call the blood stain follow the following hollow tips
I swallow sips of the Psychedelic Brew
Back into the Hell trigger fell as well take a swig off the stimulant
In Him you sweat
God bet I rock the spread
Till I chalk up dead bodies
All lotteries soft as ease in the Guns Breeze
So I light up Keys

I legalized Methamphetamine
I Lock on a dream that topic
Flow past your optic
I sit with a clock tick
I get the Glock Clips
Until I’m on top and you get the stick
I light it up quick
I sight rip the tight on gone smoke a Bong until Long dick it Trip
I sew in to the tip of the Product Flow Crack Rocks Cut Sniff Blow
I shot up
Saw it mop up
I lit the topic until I stop it
I tip top trigger finger into the linger on the binge
I tight as cringe
Sleep in the fridge
With a geek under spread sheet murder in my sleep
7 days a week I did the freak and murder speak of the Bleep


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869147 - 10/06/24 10:44 PM (2 months, 22 days ago)

Drinking Kegs
Flying around the area on Meth
So I stare down Death
I light the trek the tracks as I step straight back on my tread I’m Dead
I sped into the edit
Back and credit the maximum sacks tracks run the blood come from the Sun
I light a ton up I could run up and stun and summon as Satan
As blatant as ray shed light on stay tight as spray right
I regain flight
Into the night
I dream of the Drug I seamlessly steam with
The beam I Trip on the lead guitar on the song
I hit a bong I got Long Proper Pot as I Dot off
I harden soft in the garden past the margin of error
I’’m drunk and I’m a terror
I erupt and scare yah
All night flights as I charge up at large on the Bullet card clipped the target
Never missed and I hard to hit up
So I spit up a Dragon
On the flag I wear a red rag as I stagger and bag up

I’m on Fire
Firecrackers
These rappers is Live and not assbackwards with jive
I strive to Flip the whole Trip up past the lines cut
In the cement as I Key in on a Cent you bleed for
Needless War
The head tore off as I soar off a hit of the Product
Herbal
Rock steady I turn blow away the whole Trip I display
Lift the made in China Grade as I find a way
I clock with the stop tick
My box bet I wet and no threat for the extra Tech 9
I sped into the line as shine
For the credit I’m about the thread it into the crews as spin blues
Like you could choose I knock crews out of shoes
I let up on fuel
Then I Set up
I flip the red blood buck as Dead should as medicated
Back and straightened it facts I blade with
The tracks the Purple Rain to the maximum
Stack on Sun
I got a couple Guns


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/07/24 12:16 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869149 - 10/07/24 10:48 AM (2 months, 22 days ago)

The Three Leaf Creeper
Busts as I truck hats off to the boss
As I toss one in
I’m an Addict to Crack Cocaine
I ripped my brain
I seen a twisted vision that untwisted
I seen it precision
Bleed on the mission
Come back I’m in Prison
As I run back the ball
To score a touchdown not a fumble
MCs rumble
I smoke Crack Cocaine the Jungle
I’m about to light up and rush
Flight off the flush
My Gun’s tight in the struck at night
On a night flight
My Gun is tight
I chill and Ignite the Pipe
I busted twice that crushed that rap as Max I run a Mac 10
As Soldier when a Army Veteran
Smokes a rock in the tenement
The slum village that I represent
Psychedelic

10 8s
Running through the Maze
With blades
I’m ready to bleed
As Thugs proceed
I rung as sweet as numb
I greet the Heat up the Street
They know me to blow Kids off the Block as Slow Beat
With the Glocks
I proceed to shop
With flocks on top of Product
I Lock shut
All the topic
I’m about to pop it
There I popped it
I heart stoppage as the box lit
I underneath with Trip
I got my shit sawed off
I’m lit
Like a burning Spliff I roll for miles
Files that drum for a awhile 
I spit the High up the Mile High
I lit it dry like Thugs Cry


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/07/24 11:31 AM)

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    #869153 - 10/07/24 03:01 PM (2 months, 21 days ago)

It’s 1:30 and I’m dirty
I’m on a Trip down Bourbon Street
To see a Track Meet with College Athlete
I scratch to a beat as I heat up the Eat up a Edible
Ganja Credible source for sports
To flip this into contort I Trip off the morgue
In town as One Round Down As Thug’s town
Imported into town as sorted from around the way

Distorted Like a day in towards the display
I turn on the burn on
Get a Dragon flag in the serve the flow gone
I’m a savage at it
Do damage land back
Into the baggage I do a rain dance
As I prance
I lit not by chance
But by Avalanche of Snow
I’m into Blow
It’s bound to change the whole Greenery
As Party lean shocked with a Gangster Scene
I Tripped some Rocks I smoke Coke up the Blocks
I topic is broke so I Lock it
I take off like a rocket
About to charge hit with the large clip
I Gun sick over thick as bad as brick
I from the Drip
Brains into the thick
I command flick Bic
Light it land I see Hand in Degree
They Country understand my heat bumping
Offa Crack Jumping Jacks

I just mixed cement
Heat that’s bent up Greeks Grill Fish
I light a spliff
I’m about to riff on
And get a Trip Strong on a OZ of Shrooms
I light in rooms with plastic carpet on Meth
I darken the X marks the spot as Rep
I spot the infect the sector
Back and wreck core offa War
I just started One Gun as for I back in large Trip
Past the charge Grip the Gat
As I sat
I got a baseball bat
Make everyone Scatter
As on a platter I served the bad ass Greek Grilled Fish
With Heat I make A million on the Street
I Drum Beat thumping freaks
On Methamphetamines
Plus I got the herb
That makes the shit hum that’s verb
I light as word up
I seen a Bird drive a truck as third cut
I split a nut down as truck downtown
Into the Gunfire sound as one to admire
I found out as I run a mountain down
Till I could retire and drink Water Fountain
I sound Outlandish cause I am
Roll another Spliff


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/07/24 03:39 PM)

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    #869157 - 10/07/24 06:33 PM (2 months, 21 days ago)

I’ve got the Mega Bomb
Ganja from the Grow that Flow for the whole Trip
I light it Cold Rip the Fire Up
I get Higher than Buck
Off the duck that
Run in structure of the much more as core I tip my hat and floored
I get it or I Set It
Back and Credit
The farmer who blow up alarm dare in the Harm’s Way
That sounds like Meth Decay
I Lit a Lens up
Of the Ganja Spread Buck
As Everyone’s Head Struck
By the High as Y
I seen it shy
I Tripped it in My Mind
I flipped that
It smells like Incense
This Sativa Blends into the Seen and Heard Bent
The Heat the Word
On the Intense
I Bleed for a Core as Soar
Into the Sky
I hit it Higher than the Fire
I Lit with the Guns kick it
I’m about to Trip With
This Automatic
I got to Bag It
Bad as Baghdad with a lot of Hashish Slab
I called a cab to Get Home
I was Crippled to the Bone
From this Sativa Flown High like Hawaiian
All That I Buy Then

I picked the Deep Forest Shrooms
I measured by handfuls
Or a Strainer Container I lit the Brain Up
As Blood Stain struck the remains in the Blunt
The Cannabis Want a Shroom with it
I specific
Blast and Lift it off the Ashes
I hit the Trash as Spastic
Get that ass kicked if you get a bad Trip
I never got one
I’m the Hot Sun
I blot A Pot nonstop drumroll for the Soul
I was a Success and told I manifest
The Old Wild West
Where Shrooms turn to Platinum
I light it Sold that White Lightning
I bite the thing till it bled
Then the threat of Murder Set
Back and Earned Stripes
I Hit it types of the Psilocybin Inside makes the Gun in Mind
I had it to climb up the Line I Blind With
A Diamond
I don’t even have to try or ask why
I picked my Shrooms in the Deep Forest as I on tour With Licks
Magic Tricks Trip brains since
Anyone who came got the name


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/07/24 07:16 PM)

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    #869159 - 10/07/24 08:11 PM (2 months, 21 days ago)

We been tortured
Come back and score a Bird
I turn Red as Blood Crimson Within Sums
In the Heart as Art
That’s torn apart
I hit the charts
I fiend to blow off the steam and end
This Trip I wicked
Kick it with a Grip
I don’t stick it in
I been up to the what’s once I got a Front For
War so you could score Core
I lit it the floor Lift the ticket as kick it truck back
As I sip it
All the Liquid
I dice game roll and rip it
Control the Soul
I Hit with Guns that’s Sick
Rays of the Sun
Everyone Claims Number One
Until they brains get stung
I slung the Dope for the Coating
I wrote the Whole Wing
Up to sing I take A Sting
The King
Until the Reaper bring
The Ultimate Ring
I sight unseen
Most stay Gleam off the Toast
For East to West Coast

We got a feature length Strength
Gank you for your Cancer
To Answer
I burned in turn I flipped the bird
I Lift on a word
I Light as third Base
Ice in the Face With traces of LSD laced with Herbs
I say Word up
I spit a Bird called Cluck
I seen the truck pass by
A Y
I Tripped an Eyeball Zipped it
Fly called the Trip in Biz
I get the Strip with the Full Clip
I seen folks shot and twist they gun up from the wrist
I Sum up
Fools Pull a Gun Up
For the Sun Up
I Tripped it Trippers run up
I get the funds buck
Off the tongue I saw an Ice Storm and Strung
I rolled dice core as War the story of the Gun
I more in tune with numb
As I become a Crackhead
Tons of Cocaine
I ordered on the Brain
I sorted through the Drain
Lift in Rain
I shouldn’t have to explain
I Soul in Flame


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/07/24 09:13 PM)

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    #869161 - 10/07/24 10:07 PM (2 months, 21 days ago)

With the New York Connect
We bringing it to Cali
One day like Sally
I’m a runaway
I murder spray the Bullets further into the fullest
I light and pull Trigger
The mixture with the wicker
Liquor
I fizz your dizziness
I Trip in Heat in this
Lead your Crisp up
To get the 6 Nut
I spike as bike Murder Mic on Dice Rolled
Control your soul as bowl
I light up stroll
I need the heights up on patrol

I got this Gold
I ripped it Fold
Twist it
It gets Old
In Cold World
Everyone with any Sun run from the steady Gun
Until I show the funds
I lock tons down
Currency World Around Me
Blurry meet the further up fleet
That greet with the creep
I Soldier cast as Sheet
The White reaper
Come for the teacher
I box your speaker
Shock your Reefer

I got lots to Blow Pots
And Blow Pot Spots up
The sure shot I clocked as Dragon Stop that
Fragment into Bent
I sent the Psychedelic back in Hell Lit
Cannabis the Gift from the God as Run the Job
For the Mob

Juice and Water
It’s a back and forth
Between scorch and lead the force drew of course
Crew lit
Kick it with the hits
Crack off flips rap up bits and pieces
Soldiers from the East with the Cheese
The bullies disease when I Pull Freeze
I kick it in the evicted section manifest lesson
Stressing the Sets thing is King I swing
Lay back Wing the Playback
I hit it from way back
Plus I got hundreds of contacts
I bomb with a Strap

I’m lightning Black
Take flight in the night
In the daylight come I Rain and I Sun
I flipped it till it’s done

I get wicked
With the ticket I Strip kids down to liquor
Rounds that flicker in the Light ignite
Steel in flight
I chill in tight
Fly like a kite with the light on sight
I for real peel back steel track they feel it
I Chi twist up the feeling lick this G Link
I stink of the product in the garbage hard to hit
As far as I spit
I light it lit up
Like Christmas
Yo!  What is this?




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-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (10/07/24 11:15 PM)

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