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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869576 - 11/15/24 07:50 PM (1 month, 10 days ago)

My first harvest
I jarred
Lit the charred bits and pieces
One Gun drawn
I like Forest Lawn
Spitting over the wall as all
Called that
Be Balled up
And Spat the fuck out
On the Ground
I teach that
Fools keep reaching for the Gat
The piece
I teach this like Jesus
I be Tripped
As they bleed in the Flip
Guns Sprayed
All over the place

I want so much
To just
Chill with my medicine
Smoke One Down as I joked
I sift through the drift
Crew exist on the fringe
That’s a hinge
I heard it squeak I weekly
Be in the Street
Serving the beats
Meet me
I jack a heat G
On the fleet I run the disease
Down as the least Crown I got
I plot the fools to get shot
They ask a lot
I lot
Drew the Pot screw up the mop
The floor whip core as four
In the morning
I’m born in the tour swing
As cement
I bust that heat meant
The gentleman
I am
I smoke a bong and then
When long into the end


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/15/24 10:56 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869580 - 11/16/24 12:13 AM (1 month, 10 days ago)

I’m the Bladed
Bald Bastard that’s hated
I made it
Grade A
Into the straight late I say
As I skate past
I flip some Weight
Hashish
I have a blast smoking and eating
Repeating the Fast that
Sweetening the last track
On match I serve as word has
A third of a grand at hand
I split a Man Tree Up
I sip in the cut before I bleed
I tore up
Chopped up some Weed
Crews got the Glock
But I rock shut all top shut
With the Block Buster
All Gangs lost their luster
As I rang
I got the Sword

Kids learning to scrap
Past the scrap yard
I sat in guard posing
Throw the Wing in
I sing of the ring it grows louder
Until I Tower
Lit the Shower up
I Water scour
All the hours went by
I’m dry
I don’t turn Sour in the Eye
I crash as high as the last one to die
I flip the flash cold called rolled into a ball and Sold
Why?
I thunder before they try
I lit the sign up sit
Make your mind up
Get Lit
That’s about times up
I rewind truck
While they try to bind
BUCK!
That last one tucked pulled and Capped
Fill that ass up like a glass with Water


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/16/24 01:43 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869581 - 11/16/24 04:32 AM (1 month, 9 days ago)

I drink some cash man
Light up and ash in the ashtray
As I satellite display
I down to right away
J twist that Ray of Sun
Running me from the Sunlight in a Gun Fight
I Tripped it One Night and seen the scene up stage the Green Bud
As they lean thug
I write the Gs plug up the substance in Love
I love this
I’m tight crisp until the Sun Burn exist as it turn
I wish on a star as earn the Gun in the Car
I flipped that back
Tripped it
I mixed with the sickness
This Lit isn’t what I intended
So I bent it back and bended
Like Crack Cocaine
I can explain
I Soldier for the main Roller
Title holder for the Cold War
A War on Drugs

I am the Dark Art Warrior
I use a core of the four winds blew all over
Into my room
I just bought a spoon of Cocaine
Tune into the Trip
As at night I slip into the Dripping
I’m straight Lifting up my shit with vigorous exercise
I let the butterflies run the skies
I Twist that as time as risk it I rhyme
Seen over a dime sack of Ganja
On that bomb as long task as strong as a tack in the Glock
Fast as a rock
I got a plastic Glock I wave all over the place
I seen a trace as I lace up
I spit the taste back up
Chill and say grace at the table
Now we able I bust it with pain in gel
Intelligent herbal medicine
Ganja I sell it then
Until you bell
Split the cell in two I run right through
I smoke Gorilla Glue


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/16/24 10:31 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869591 - 11/16/24 12:00 PM (1 month, 9 days ago)

Ganja Cropping
Grows mega popular
As on the thought of the low spread as flow
It’s chill you know
Bust that chill back and go
Into the zone
Every time I smoke a bone
My thoughts they prone to the roll in
I cold then as my Soul spin
I do the intend to fluid Set it into the screw technique
I grew it
Step freak the best treat in the industry and for your Chi
This medicine sets you then I spent
I’m too bent on Water
Catch as afford to sword swing as the doorbell ding
It’s a Meth head
Drop that Set back
As I tread tax as fled the sacked up
I spit it back up
Until steel clack
You gotta be for real in the black end
I write this track tread all over Soldier
Go and born whip a roller into the Soul sold of
Ganja Gold Rolled into a Bold Twist on this
Cold spread into whole heads my Goal is for the Feds to all Lock it

The Happy Guy with the Trip on the Liquid Preparation of Ginseng
Got a Supply
I Trip through as I flip crews
I dip to the music soon as I lit I move it to the beat Street hear it juice it
I lose it on the two spit top crew Lit Up
I get the get up
And that’s on One Hit!
The whole bag make me rag
Crazy as a phase the Gun that plays
I make Tai Chi Gray as a light shine once under the Sun that One from
I tight as numb spit the Sum up
A crew run up on Ginseng Heads
Until they try it
They buy a lot
And Tripped the spot up
I Locked chalked up scratch as sawn off
I long as strong as the fog I bite the logarithm
I spit the prison for Wisdom
Back and twist Sun
I stack as the best come from American
Mine is Wisconsin Grown


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/16/24 01:33 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869600 - 11/16/24 03:15 PM (1 month, 9 days ago)

Softening
Cross you Rain into Sponge Ball
As tissue called tough as was a thing for the past
I light that ass up
Cast your glasses up
I propose a toast to both coasts
I flip that modus as I been strapped
I likely like cat as Bat Swings
Light brings the soft as cross back with the Bomb Max
I under relax
Wash my brain and Cast As
The Flash in the stance
I mean it I beam runner thumb unseen with the Gun
I got one so I Hot like the Sun
Temperature melt felt they done as dealt
I spot the top as topic Bell before I rock it I Water Lock it
Pop it
Max and mop up the floor with the force
I Lit that of course
With the wrist relaxed
I sacked up
Beam it back up
All these jacks in fact
Pick em up and then end the Street Blood as a Thug you once was One

I give Herbs to kids
So they could flip it Lids of Grass
Learn to twist Js
Break up Hashish
All the stash they freak with
The heat Trip them up out the seat rip that grip that slip through fingers
Each MC lingers over the speed that windward
As seen it been 3d degree
Like Lock and Key
All the triple the Spot split the AK-47 with a thought
This Herb goes to venom
Plus kickback we send em
Tripped out
All scheme they skip town
All freak em whip down the twisted Crown I flipped it
Sipped it to the sound I Tripped it

Lifted my mix up they in as such the distance bust this
Like fish swim
I dim the Light as slip seen in the Gunfight
I Trip kids right in white light to scene as take flight
Wings bright
All night
You could Green Herb up as seen it Word Buck
I’m so fly I cry
I’m so phat I swing the bat until I seen crews scatter
Up the ladder is how I Shroom my gang cliqued I spoon of Ginseng
Hang with their school in the breeze
I suffer disease


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/17/24 01:18 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869612 - 11/17/24 01:20 PM (1 month, 8 days ago)

I know some herbs that blow your socks off
Score a lockout
As one Round in the Chamber
It gets strange when I blaze
The Herbals
My World rotates for days
They display Herbs in the display case
I get a taste and then face the spirit of the Herb as I hear it
Steer my Trip into the sip go brew you grew
An Herb and that’s word
I shock the nerve in a spot on Ephedra on the dot
I cold plot as sought after the rafters shaken
I still bake in and graze through the maze as tight as this play is
I slight on the light side
Bright side
Seen of the Nights I glided
Ride it on the thrive with the spirit
Of knives here
You got to hear it
See it
Live it
Breathe it
All I wax the Chi in this Flip Twist
Make the Herbs to max as word I heard a bird flew over
I’m still a Light
I’m still a Roller
Fully Illuminated
Straight Herbal Weight
I get some great Herbs
To Set in my Herbal Burns
I turn the spot and Locked it
Straight Turned the Spot I Slip through the groove so fluid

Herbalize
Plus with the Green Bud
I’ve seen Herbs with Meth as heat float upward
I Locked a Hawk as bust stalks fat with phat tops of Ganja on Blocks
I solve as One Rung
I cycle hung back
Like bicycle I run track exact
Green Bud Dance is In
I wipe that grin off as soft ass the loss Mushrooms the boss as a dust bin
Ya’ll Bird heard of when

I sent phat over bent
Every cent went to player
Up all night nighttime sprayer
In a Gun fight
No delayer
Slipped that
Flip the hat as dust scattered all over
I Trip this Soldier up
Seems that I glow like Hawk
I wind walk
As been as in fat stalks with fat Buds on Ganja Plants that’s Love
I bust back and rub
The Bullet glance off they tug
I like psychotropics
I’ve got herbs in mind
Soft as the chocolate
The chocolate Box you lit
I soft and I hit
That’s bird to a Spliff
Word up I rinse
33rd Lit the sift inspect for heat check as I reject the hang with the bang


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/17/24 02:39 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869616 - 11/17/24 05:50 PM (1 month, 8 days ago)

Ginseng is expensive
I’m about to bend lift off the process
Success from the dust to the Sun
All I got is I bust the plot with
Rhyme in each sign
Gun Blind and paralyzed by the inscribed
Run the mind up to times
I chuck off the ruckus buck bust as blood brother’s blood lust
Undercovers get killed for drugs
I’m a sponge rubber
A leather glove plug the thug up
To each Earth Mother
Queen Seed as breed discover
I from the
Sun I bake I run it take
The strides with the ride
I’m not fake
I Gun up the upstate
Pen
With the Ns they fled into bread
Lust that and dreadlocked
Smoking Pot I bust back
Bust a lot and trust track on the dot
My knot is a lot of the Pot spun the softening Lock I sing of
I got so many Wings I’m a dove
That ring rub off the blood
As heat a thug up
To beat street run up
As each gun funds this like Heat Sun
Become the wisp
As my fleet risk
The topic
I just pop it and Lock with that Pop as I rock the spot with drugs and I’m Rock Solid
Off a Ball it wall to wall called cold phone call I just crawl with heat
Revolve to the beat

I drive a Taurus
Rhyme your 9 porous
I got aligned in the forest
Picked shrooms lore was this
I run mix
The Bud with it plus Meth
Two phase I blazed with
I stay Tripped
I licked
Up the shot
Under the top
I spot a lot of Shrooms growing in the Full Moon
I’m glowing
Lift the sew the seed flowing
I ring the whole thing
Told you I roll with it bring
My liquid back as I pick it
I clock Lifted off the raw ones
I clean them in bath tubs
When I get back
The whole Street react to the Shrooms
My mind zooms in
On the sign I soon spin
The blind resigned
To the tune
I climb into the mind
As I redesigned Trip as Flip these
Keys underneath breeze
Each Trip is a click that
Reattach as heat flash
Off the Gun
Stash it come from
The wilderness
Crews killed for this
My source is the forest
I’m built for it
Drive the Taurus
My mind with the 9
I’m set to sign off and flip some Wine
As I underneath the Sign I Set as lined with Wet


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/17/24 06:44 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869617 - 11/17/24 07:48 PM (1 month, 8 days ago)

Starman
Coming through the skies!
Starman
I Tripped a Star and form in the Halo
Warned
As your Trip cold bail slow
A lot of people didn’t know what a Trip was
I smoked a lot of Buds
Before I Tripped
Rubs the Dragon
Rip off they sung the flag in peak
Of the Trip
Is when you best Sum and Solve
Gather all the strands
Resolve
If you don’t Solve
You are having a Bad Trip
Revolve
The Sun called it
Ball in it
Starman
Coming through the skies!
Starman

I ignite
And turn into a Bird
When the word comes
I Sun as Ball
I call all 9 rings that swallow all things
I Steel Ball as wheels turn
In my head I’m Set
As I said no threat
I don’t pull a Gun Tech
I master respect all the Old Masters
Fold up raps Gold and Platinum
All I turn as Bird back into landing
Then carry the Lantern back home
My way was shown

Cannabis was Grown
For further flown
Into Full Blown
For the own
Dragon Phoenix Chamber
Lit the remainder
I got 18 million, 9 ring sword hands
I own land
And grow herbs
I withstand the pull on the hand tug
As brand was a slug
To the abdomen
I roam in the woods
I’ve flown with the hoods
Into back as should
With a sack I stood
Wax as good as a Candle Burn
Turn the spot


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/17/24 09:07 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869622 - 11/17/24 10:44 PM (1 month, 8 days ago)

I want the Sun Grown
Full Blown

Sativa Condition
I been on a mission ever since then
To the ends
It’s hard for people to comprehend
Until I lock they lead up and shock them dead
I bang nerves
I block stalk as walk with swords cut
I core as the tour
Lift the four sweep the law off
In brief I got them all shot up
Full of holes
But I just want to kick it smoke Indica
And Sativa a breeze blown through
And I choose to soon in the ruin of the brew
All light that herbals
Come tight as I write
My stash is ashed
I flashed off and cast
A bottle of the cold crash
Thunder Yin hands
I rip tear the air
I stare down into one round
I flip the sound I Trip that
Bound to Lift a fool off his feet dead
That’s to the beat
I swept the Streets of Santa Cruz

Radiation from the brain
Come back and switch it
Electrical Biomagnetic
Set it
I lead that ass up to spastic
BUCK!
Caught the ruckus off that
Law as saw flat as raw the cat
Up on map
I master rap they Fast through
All the task drew in
I spit in the Wind to slip my brew in
And I true
I comprehend all Blue
Rock a fuel I use I used to
I got the flew into the posse
Screwed up with hot heat
I Lock the Street down
Blocks I beat down
I could feel the heat crown
I release the Street Shock
All they teach is my Street Hawk
Lit up two City Blocks
I reach for the core
As I pour Liquid
In store
I flipped it
Written the check then
They comprehend
How I spent the cent I was dealt
I Melt into the law as I draw
Into the all that called a Ball
I follow the Brawl
As I cold call it
I stack my Wallet Fat
As I spit up a ball coming back
Up the Track impact
I stopped all the fights
And Light up the tip type
To pull a strike off
I twist your life off


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/18/24 02:07 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869625 - 11/18/24 01:18 PM (1 month, 7 days ago)

Hashish Crumbs
Mixed with Water
Sums of Cash
As Honor
Guns in the stash
Crews a goner
Who run up on the armor
Fighting isn’t the right thing
As right Wing
I sing on Water
Sped until I’m dead
I turn red
But I like Hashish crumbs
My sack still
In back chill Water
Can’t you kill?
An order strapped for the sorted
I’m imported with the score
The Breed
I like to stick with the ridiculously sticky
Ganja Tree
I camp in out with amps
They show up lamps
Tight as champions
I sand as Sun with a Gun
I scored the blackout
With the track down round
I got the man cause of the Lamp
I service for the Land
I Brand from the riot
On a liquid diet
I thrive on spit it rhymes long
I could get a chime on
My mind in the zone
Until I ignite
On Water flip the flight
Caught a corridor
I wasn’t born with
But I smoke Spliff and Torn the Trip up

Drinking
We going out In Sync with the link
I Trip the Pink Elephants
Dope Game
As run a choke chain
My brain remain rope
As I Set it vote
Cash as Credit
Back when I Set it
I dead calm hit the megabomb
I led as charm
For the farm
To Trip this up in the car
I’m on par
Got the last laugh an R
I cash that up
To Sunsplash
Head as one max
I read it Gun cast away
I last to spray I turn gray
And let it burn this way

I set it back and Wet shit up
Trip this I lick
Back as quick
Plastered as the bastard link
I trash hazard as the blacklist
I mic up black fist as tight as
The white out has the flight
Guns they spazz
Ash that mash up
I could see in bust back at the subject
They rub
Rub a dub
Back in the club
I amp and all I got I shot at a lot
I stop the product
Until my head shot up


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/18/24 01:43 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869626 - 11/18/24 03:37 PM (1 month, 7 days ago)

I hung up on
A Gun Drawn
As one saw in
The screw crew lit they heat up and true as new
I lead up
Lean up in the Street
Flip the heat cause
Of the funds they string offa
One I soften spun
My lungs freak
So don’t sweat the technique
I got it sheet rock the Top of the Popular I unstoppable
I drop a Pull as the cap with the Lock Lift
I Twice ripped as splice as think mics I rip
I Trip in they sit in on friction with the mission
Cap back and 6 end the blend as feed they fled
Heat up the head
I spread Red Blood
I’m a dead thug
As this beat is med I wreck they Set up
Past that they head up
Max as Feds cut the rate
I sip and skate on Water taste the order
Vacant to the border
Make that a sword drawn
As a Bullet on the song
I flipped the phone up and strong rolled
The target I charge the market rate
I spit the 8 Ball

The GP doesn’t eat pizza
I could see on a Street the Tires Screech
Rubber burns and turns one into earn the Sum
Of the Sun bake

No pizza no plates of the Dark as Set as park up in
I such as such and I GP
MCs try to murder heat up the burner
Split the beat turner of the soft on earnings
Back and plot with soft servings
I’m shot at
So I could box in rap as Lock the stockings on Pippy
I seen as Trippy
Bout a buck fifty
Rhymes they split heat up
Sheets I Gun up the fleet see the Sun on it
I went to the Pawnshop and bought a Gold Chain
Platinum Rings
Jewels in the things
These tools I release into juice
I feed fruit to the scoot
Flipped the loot
Back and shoot the static with an automatic
Shit gets savage you get ravaged by the passerby
I Tripped an eye up and Lift
Diamonds
I silk and recline in this built for the design you get killed in the shine till 9


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/18/24 04:19 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869627 - 11/18/24 04:51 PM (1 month, 7 days ago)

After a few rolls on the Meth
A crew hit it to death
In the intercept I swept clean
As dead lean on the murder scene
I further Lock up the spot with the ease in the dream
To flow free in the breeze
Spread your Wings wide to the 9
As I Set it just in time
I max as medic reclined
Past the Set Trip this hit makes you dead flip I rip up
The spot and Trip it
Most were injured
I seen it a bunch of times the torn torso
Into the born slow on bird the third string works glue
Into the ring on sing the thing bring back Magic
I don’t need an Automatic and I just want Cannabis
I rang it got to sang it I don’t bang hit
With the slang Drip up in the cut and
Fuck shit up with the Dutch
I burn Sun as torch
As War
Cause as scorch
I slipped right through with little force I drew back into
The wrath I knew
As black and blue
Trap your crew up
As I blew up the Spot
I’d love to sell my Plastic Glock
Receive a shock degree in the plot
I murder stop it burner as toss it
Back in the sauce lit the cost a whip
I cross up the Strip
Law as Lick
The Script was Flipped fully
Heat on the Street to the best I rock the each as bust that screech!

I eat and burn my ashes up
I stopped eating crash the flash up to Maximum
I sprinkle Pixie dust on One
I Lock this Numb up the Topic sprung
I shock with hits that ridiculous
I Trip the 6
I mix up
Hit the licks I brick cause I swift with the rubber grip

Ball total’s a hit
I Mic as myth
Bust that stripe down
As I lick rounds
You could get hit right now
Into the town
I bound to lit the rounds up
Spit from the grounds buck as sound is truck
Rolling over box as talk with the rock set as I flock on
I spit a spot on as I walk
I could chalk it up to dust as bust that backwards
A track heard out the sack into this turned
Before it’s earned
You could come back struck a nerve
As the turn into the surgeon spindle
I sin till I begin to ill
I got that wind chill
Into the Killer Green Bud
With Water thug


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/18/24 05:43 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869628 - 11/18/24 05:53 PM (1 month, 7 days ago)

It’s tough to find the KGB
Killer Green Bud cripples you
For hours
This Indica is Sweet as a dream flow down the cotton candy cream
I lock it dandy up to the plan beat the drum cycle?
I bust a bike lit the type I swipe up a mic to bust
This is crush that flow as fold flat into a C I hold Gats
I degree as law as the paw scratch
Thumb catch in the latch
I seen the stats up
I burn Grass Up
Plus it’s just fun to smoke Bud
Euphoria
I lick the story to the true Blue as grew your own
To the clone
I spit over the phone to hit this home run
My bone shown strung as lung hit the tongue flip
The coating I wrote in for the vote I split
Hit the forty five as live A shock as a vibe as lock it down inscribed
I hot as live
I lit the tribe up
We rock the diamond cuts
Rings of Cannabis black as the omnibus total
Votes for the soak through I hold drew in the Sweet Blue
Dank as stank
I lift the rank up
Grow this shank up
I need a Tropical Connect with the thin Sativa leaf blades
Ganja stays in the lock in the ways
I shock for days

I rock a 5
Grip rubber
Get it live
I thrive on the talk with the walk I man it often I’m the boss
I spit it lost in space the 5
Rubber Grip get live on the Trip
I mic I Lift up
This sick cause my herbals burned and I turned to tell the tale

I shot in the mailbox
I Lock down the Spot 5
Rubber Grip I hit the Top
I popular to stop and serve your Block up Word
I screech the chalk up the bodies
Hot heat on Mafias Greek
5 I spit on top of thrive
In the mind’s eye this Rubber don’t try it any other way

Once you Gray you Lit as
The Trip has it in of you to spin
I Win when I drew the King
I sting back with the thing
5 Rubber Grip I turn the sip the turn it into the Lift up the top as Pop That
Scratch as I match
Manage damage doing baggage and I rang
I spit the slang
All 5 Rubber Grip hang
Challenge the talons I got I shock up
To nonstop Pop the spot up
I lit the Block up
Radar as they stay up to par
Rubber Grip jar the thumb you clip
I write this mix into the vice grip
Ganja fly on the sign until you blind
I’ve tried over 500 kinds in my time
I shine because I line buzz and black?
We trap the catch up Live Rubber Grip with the Ganja on Strong


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/18/24 07:13 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869630 - 11/18/24 09:19 PM (1 month, 7 days ago)

I just turn on the Water Faucet
The spigot to kick it with
I mix the hip hop
Into the top 10
I rock it when I topple the top pop it to lock with
I eliminate waste product
On saw as such as I crush that
Will and bust I dust back as cussed at
I spit it up on wax
Seen the facts up spray into the tax I heat up no delay

I right to light and sway
Guns with no delay on the play like J smoke
I been the toker for the smoker since I was a Soldier
I title as Cold World
I spit the sewn third as a bird I lock it type to Hawk the mic rip the Block up
Don’t try it to Ice Lift
My mind it persist in the mist
The type to roll crisp

I’m coming down into the lounge
Time to get high again
I split the pie with the knife and I shock twice
Roll the dice will and stand by
On the land the thunder from above
To once under they stun sum from another bug as drug that
I spit a rug rat
All over the track with gats
I seen this since the team hits
I speak reek of the raw
All that you saw

I hone the method
And chill by my record crate
Record connection with the soft in the frost the forest of Ganja
Chorus!
I spit the born adjust
I bust back on top of a fat sack I run the track

I Gun for the one more
Just one more hit
I could silence it my Gun
Rule of thumb is you come by
I run dry as my Sun High in the sky
I flipped it to cry as the thicket of the ticket to the Ganja Wicked
I soft as the sip the liquid
I quick to rip it
Back and Lift it
Gats I Trip em
Dead hit the center on invent the entrance mention
Chorus!
I pour thus until I iron and busted
Coming back on the title track my Platinum got Frost
I cold as sauce
Coming up on Ganja the boss
I cross it off
I light the straw as law I down by
Into the eternal flame
I lit into bound to try and lift the sky up
I spit it by buck my mind is too truck
I give a fuck
So I wind with the live as I give a shit
I cold hold it grip the pistol as wishful
I sink drew the stink in the whole crew wants to hit my shit my soul drew
Misfit


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/18/24 10:46 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869633 - 11/19/24 09:39 AM (1 month, 6 days ago)

Crossing back and forth over the centerline
Divine
I Lock a shine in as rhyme
Speak to the ten
Fingers let it triggers pull
I wish I skull and bones rolling
Flip the fold in
They Gold
Sent the old as went the cold
Flip it rolled
I’m on All Soul Patrol
As I wick I sold
I got it told of they rolled back
And jacked for a strap
To fold that
I mold rip the Rollie
I got the cold heat
Rolling down the Street
A Thug beat
I title scrub heat as vital
Mix a mind was high like I rhyme call
I spit it line tall as Ball
I mix the magic fantastic
It could get tragic
I got to have it
Plastic
I rip them ragged
I got the jagged edge
Master they chapter said
As laughter
I hang from the rafters
Tripping Blast Furnace
A Yo I earned this
Cash as cursive
I spit the last word as heard Bird
They 3rds

I title as merge into the homicidal
Mix the mind pull magnetic
I’m fully automatic
With a bunch of sacks I wraparound

Cash was at last was cuz they rolled in Gold
Casket closed
The flash they got flash froze
I need a shop to make rocks up

I block up the arteries and hard to heat start some beef over Reefer
I flip the teacher up
Beaker
Stuff come out each week like the New Nike Sneaker
I got the heat you’re looking for
In the drawer I got the cure
I lift it into the pure
Straight sewer sewage
I flew drip over the Full Moon slip
As cold Boom!
I Trip that
Sold as roll as I Set Crack Cocaine
Searching in the detergent for flecks specks I got the surge and rush

I load bout to explode
I twist and turn on the road
That’s back in the old days
Split the Golden Rays of Sun
I cold and I bold to have sold out my product
All I shock truck as Lock up
I could spit the Pop Up
That’s lost cause as Block froze
I spit the spot like Rolls Royce
I got the voice for choice
And I lock the points up Chronic
Smoking Bomb Buds I’m dead calm
As Bullets spread into the harm they dead


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/19/24 10:52 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869636 - 11/19/24 03:21 PM (1 month, 6 days ago)

We got Wings
To fly over
You can’t teach a kid to spit the sign over
High bids
My rhyme rover in the Nova
From the star exploder
Flip the colder culture
A vulture back and munch your
Got a bunch I could punch
But I much more than War Tour I spit the force
As the force endure
I lit it pure
To skip the lure into grade the stasis
Wings are blades I Ace this
These as these Trees light my way in the breeze
I shock my keys over stop with the pop the G is
The scene in the Cream lift my beam
Over and Out
I twist and shout
Made a route over the town rolling Soldier Around
I’m bound to Trip one with my 6 Gun with the Wings on Sun
I coughed up a lung
Tightening Sum as the drum riser
I flip some fiber and go to the ride for the core as I soar
On Sativa
Ganja for a breather
I flip the either either or
I spit neither neither nor
I mop the floor for War

If I could drop an LSD Tab right now
I’d bend around time and space
Send the round up
To stop the War as shot up
I got the plot from a lot of Shrooms
I used as a kid
I groove on some Acid
I last hit
Too long ago to rock the time it slow down
As I roll crown around the town

I low down
Ripped it flows pound the blow up the spot
As I rock I shock with 
Everyone needs to drop it
The topic at hand is a locksmith and grands
I order man up the recorder
As I stand pluck the War as War burn into the sort of
I like a glove fit as love get
My advice is Trip your eyes off
As I rise into the skies
I seen it blind down as I wind on my crown
I spot a flip town up to drown
I got the Pounds of Pot I seen around as I get shot
At with a baseball bat I same as scatter
I rich at the attack the sack I stacked up
I wrapped up
This topic to box lift the progress on stop sets
From the mop up the flex and I rock with the best
I undress as I manifest the check hit the lead flip
Meth Trip
I lick the Icicle with a Bicycle
I might just pull a flight on Sunlight
I also Trip Reefer and got my Ones tight
Mushrooms I Trip it from a beaker on ether I bleed here
As the seed bear fruit


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/19/24 04:13 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869637 - 11/19/24 04:25 PM (1 month, 6 days ago)

Psychedelic Drugs
I split a mug shot
As one thug got
Rubbed out
I Tripped my brains out in the lane
I got the Acid Stain
As basket
Kicked the casket shut
My last hit was
A dove rose over
As I Soldier
I spot the roller
Colder on the shoulder of the road I rolled on roller
In the code of the Street I mode in the flow with the river East
I Trip the beast
Shock as I walk with
I spot the Topic as Popped licked the coffin
I soften when I box in
My top spin
I lock ten down
With the Crown
I shock as round ground round I take it Pounds of Pot Shaken up
I bake on stuff
But these Trips relate as drugs
Made on thugs they blade with the rubs
I rub out
Now doubt I flip the brain around the train tracks
Crossroads
At night I soft glow with flow
I Trip that undertow
I flock the further slow up the flow up
Trip that roll in the cut
As I bold
I rock the lock and load
I file in the mode for styles and I cold sold my bowl of Diamonds
On the shot as the rhyme ends
My line bends
So I Soul as I clock some spot in the top ten
I murder weapon keep stepping to the dance repping the advanced

Circulate the Crack Pipe
The Black and Whites were looking for me
Game tight hooking up the Street with these flights
Top and peace I say as I blaze a J after Crack I roll in Hay
I’m a Mac
Tight as a fat sack

I light on the last pipe I smoked I broke through
I spit it soak in shit to bleed as I roll in I thick with the Ski Lift
I heat the hit up
You get bit up
To rid of the sickness
I Flip this on an anyone distant
I rip shit up
I clip the Lit clubs dub as stricken for thug around the block to quicken
This act talk as I stalk of Ganja Loft into the sky as Crack High
I serve your mind as I stack crime is back
In the pie
Before flat as the design they lack
I heat a strap up multiple rocks in a baggie in my sock
As I Dragon through the Heat
I drum beat to the numb Street
We all gotta eat
I drink Water think I caught it often in the raw when they saw em
I Lock all the den as down as Lifted in the Pounds I click with
Crackheads can tell I need that Crack Shit
My last hit I topped the slick as talk as walk straight up in the Trip

I title as Hawk
For survival I took the Title my mind is on the climb up the Spot to reach the time blown the mind
Shown as I track it flow
I love to relax on Ganja known after the roll in
I soul controller of the lens


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/19/24 07:23 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869640 - 11/20/24 12:52 PM (1 month, 5 days ago)

We Cashed Out
Plus Aqua
I knock a ball over the fence
Last Autumn my crop got me Locked
I topped the charts as start to hip the heart up
I split it hard up
I’m in the market as done as the margin is large
Before I spot the arms
The Bullets blow past
As I roll on the ash going Fast
Aqua
I’m holding the last string as my mind talk to
By Popular Demand
I’m stopping crews who lit the brand up
It’s a stand up stabbed by they ran by as my Eye Lit denied
They try and spit
I’m designed to take the Bullet
Cash back then Aqua fully auto onslaught they got caught
I need this to see as a Platinum Thought
With Gold around the neck I’m out cold until the next check I rolled
On the Street I’m too bold
I flip the heat over
Each roller a Soldier
As I split the thunder one older as number
Plug our quarter
I slipped into sort through the cordless
I can’t afford this so I track porous
Rap as more hits
Slam
I tight as jam

Rolling in a scab
Money
Crab
That’s Gun Heat
Stabbed up on Front Street
To One Beat
From the Sun and back into the lung my Meth sprung
I leaked
And Set speak
As they dead and reek
I bust a U as two undercovers pull me over
I smoked em both and left a roast for the West Coast Trip
I sold my soul lick as bold
Stick with the shit I lIft with
I mic up a 6 and like it back and bike trick
Twist the Js display the Gunplay
I Set it with Hay
Back and threaded they dead lift on credit about to Wet It
I Leaded that Block as headed back with a Glock
My Blood Red Trip
My Hawk talk as said split the scene on Green Bud
Air in the Thug so you dare
I DARE to scare a kid up in the tear shit up
I beat on thick bucks that’s back in
The Dragon
For the wagon one I bag in it Front Street to an old school beat
I light a white sheet up

Catch your beat up
Hit the Street up
For more Reefer
I Soldier as creeper


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869642 - 11/20/24 01:26 PM (1 month, 5 days ago)

I wanna be a 20 pounder
Lounge Lizard
20 pounds of Green Ganja
As I bomb on one as Sun from tight strung back to kickin’ it
I wicked with the weapons back and Set this Trip
Sketch in
With extra threaded grooves back and sooth I lock the smooth tip up
On a Trip up I’m about to lick Water
I catch it offer
The chopper
Straight on top like weight I Lock it proper to skate on the rink
As sink into the Gun Blink
I Soldier in the clink with shocked links
I chocolate as I stink I drop it popular to Lock up word
As Bird flip the curve Trip my 3rd rail
I bail and Set Sail
I got it made with a blade
I tight as fade Trip
Into the same thick stew as witch’s brew
I lift this true up the track blew up
I could cash a New Jack
Murder under the map as I turn a spot all further offa drugs
That’s soft thugs rolling Pot
Lost clubs and spades
I lock the blade up
Trip the days up
I could see a ray of Sun from
The way I hold my gun

The Wizard
Dialed in the Blizzard
Tons of Snow called Cocaine
Roll in a dope chain
Always in the lane spitting flame
I’m a cityscape makeshift with the plates Lift the Trip up into Space
Lick the face off
I spit it stay off and soften with some Raw in
I’m about to begin War as fourscore
This Drug War was title as born homicidal
I click with the rival Street Thugs to release Bloods
I Trip as each Nugget of Wisdom
Roll on as squad ends to the bids as skids with these lids I flex
Murder on deck until I turn a spot reflect
The effect on combat is unknown
Get your head blown up as show in the roll that propane tank
I hold rank as job
I need the job as bleed on the cogs turning
I’m bringing On Spot in
To stop the plot from the Top
I Light it Lock up
You could get Popped cuz
I’m bout to come back and roll a Thug Street as heat up the Gun Reek
Of flame
That’s murder caused by maintain
I lick the back lanes up
In the city call Hit Peaks and rip the Streets in two
I lit their shoe up
I could clip the clues up
Into the room cut that spoon back and High Noon on the track
I combat and always on wax
I collect the Tax and buy Crack and Sniff


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/20/24 01:56 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869643 - 11/20/24 02:29 PM (1 month, 5 days ago)

Buds
Bring it back the retro the max and Set Flow
I bet the low down
On one Crown sitting on the profound throne down in the town
I clip with the Lift slow down
I shift as roll around
I Spliff Lit
Tight as hit the Dragon speed on the REO
I let it off like at cost
I Set the boss back and tripped this rash rap
Wrap up
Spit the Spliff back up
Lit Cherries back and get married while I blare heat out the car seat
Too scary for a Yard Creep
I bury you and stare at fool
I like this cool back in school
I threat with the AK-47 the tool
I beg to go to Heaven and do
I treasure back in measureless
I forever fist as they next on the List
To roll one crisp

I Soul to Soul hit
Fold that
Lickey and I rolled Cat up
I scatter grand up in the lands
Put your hands up
I just about ran and ducked one out
With a Bullet amount to round two
As I bound I blue and Tank’s Force drew
I thank the source for my courses
I’m coming back in Porsches

Blowing Water
And get your head flown
Up in this Dead Zone
We Lock and Rock and Roll
No spots to cold dot up?
You get shot up
The clan likes it and I strike with
An Ice Pick
Back and mics I lift the lounge as bound to grab it
Back and stab up the last one drugged as bag it
I staggering with my swagger swing on Cash
I like the Hashishes
I back in fleece
Shock the grease up
I’m at least up ten million and chillin’
I foot the bill and release the sheets you get nil from these Streets
I box beats
Restock the cocked back autos as my thoughts flow
I thought so
You don’t wanna Lock and you just all Talk
I spit it walk lifted the Top back and 6 stacks with Riff on Reefer
Spit the teacher out
We about to route with the Gun out
I just Spun out
Release the drum track no doubt
As we route in the Water Fountain
I’m about to count backwards from ten
All Soul
Shot up a Soldier when I hot and rolling like boulders glow
I drop the fold for your War was One Gun in store
I Lit the core smolders
I carry the World on my shoulders


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/20/24 02:47 PM)

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