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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869708 - 11/26/24 06:39 AM (1 month, 1 day ago)

Gold Rush
With the 7 day fill up the tank
God’s got the product that rang me
I hang G off the land
In 7 days?
That’s Grand
I flipped the plan upside down with the crown
I lit the town up
I don’t even need to smoke Pounds up
In the Lounge cut I hound dog as fog in the down Lock
I round the Block walk
As I saw that I roll static fat an automatic
I got the jagged edge soft as they raw Set it law
I headed back up the cut
Instead of the Bucks for sheer luck I said it struck me down with Volts
Lightning Bolts
Stripes on mics I Set it like LSD
I could cash a Tree
There’s so much Possibility with Tree of Life

Another Classic Crown
Windows rolled down to catch the breezes
These fiends light up Trees and Genius flip the skis
I lifted off the knees until I Tripped it walking through the stalk
End the Hawk bred for the chalked up
I lead it walked up to your crew and blew the fools away
Any day I could say anyway as every song play in the tape deck
I spit it H wet off the make a Tech dance
An avalanche of the drug spot we bust shots at
Got a lot of gats as I saw flat as the sheet I raw and saw all
Underneath
Cap the raw
Fiend for the Weed
On tour with the stew I brew up the flew witch’s broom you better duck
I consume
BOOM!
Cash as soon as the blast radius all they stay with us
The way I bust don’t even play must I delay?
I chip away at the fade made men
I smoke that Hay then


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/27/24 09:16 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869737 - 11/27/24 09:30 PM (30 days, 11 hours ago)

Cannabis is the favorite
It’s safe
Comes in many flavors with the way I spit I come from under dance like thunder
Struck the map
I duck into the cracks as I suffer from an attack I rubber
Manage wonder
Can’t this number I’m smoking get me the whole thing?
Sure can!
I Soldier as BAM!

Lit the World up and ran
I spit the curled up
Vomit bomb hits up the Vietnam Sweats
I ring the alarm
Flip the charm
As does you no harm
I bet the farm

I cold rolled call it armed
I busted back and my car was on par with the stars’
In the guitar I played as far
I hit that mark up
In the dark cause of the bark
I put it in park and swam like a Shark Fin
All over the club I spin
I just spark and the real come from within
I such as Cap Rolled the Kin

Who here has grown the Ganja true as career?

I split the fear up in the rear
Near up
I steer in into the tuck one as shut from the music as I choose I blow a fuse
Lit the loosen spit the noose around title
Makes me vital
I’m Hawk as I walk a measure sever head off they dead soft in the bread
I lost one as a boss I light it crossed up sums I flossed
Lit the bomb and tossed it into the club
Club Meth as dub they sweat murder over the threat
I roll in
Soul in the fold over within the Gold Platinum
I scatter all Soldier flip the Roller
I roll like boulders down the mountain count as the roll around sound like
I’m down tight I max and chill the facts back right as acts on sight
I relax
Bust a back up to the track I seen a club track chain react on Meth Black
Made the stretch cap as I flex I right as specs with the left hand
Brand under sands I land grands with my hands
I Tripped it and ran
I scan for the plan on tour the land was as pure as they flew
Brew into screw face
Chip the taste off as we laced soft
Due as Ace
I flew smoking true as they knew that I crew in the rap
That blew back


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/27/24 10:13 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869738 - 11/28/24 07:35 AM (30 days, 57 minutes ago)

I need a mushroom so bad
I roll a mad meds
As Soul collected back and turn it Feds
Said
I can’t use shrooms even if I’m dead aiming
Saying they raining draining down the lane and
I’m braining twisting the flame and
I get it change then
I spit it aim I Set
I bet when I shroom I blow up
They can’t stop me toe up
Lit the throw up
Split the show up
Get it roll up
Flip the folded cut
I roll that tuck one on me I got the on see them long G
I spit it country
Back in the trunk I got the Weed
I box as seed so stop that
I release as each as I top hat
Flow and shot that up a track long as fact I smoke a bong
On the max
I shock with facts I glow to the whole thing I cold Wing
As the Gun sing

My phat Pound of Shrooms
This is PTSD rap
My head cracked up from the sack up
I spit it back up
All I got I got shot at that cut it
The gun a dozen bullets for funds
They pull it
I fully fit the pull hit the hammer when I squeeze the trigger
My Shrooms
I soon as I loom over has the man the mover
I spit it sooner than later skater
Flip the fader over to blader
Slip the razor up tucked that’s blazer and erupt
That’s major funds in the wager
Guns the behavior
I pull some Ganja smoke into my lungs
I need thugs to chill
Cast this off that ass
Shit
I clock a cast mix up the Dragon
With the track end
I’m back to defend the title
Sacked up
Cause it’s vital


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/28/24 07:58 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869741 - 11/28/24 08:40 AM (29 days, 23 hours ago)

I’ve seen
I manifest the Psychedelic Dream
All Guns on and off like cream
I boil soft
I roll boil as WATER and OIL
Float on top the slick I rock it Trip
Knock out the box a lick
As talk it sink
Into the lake as Trip as plate head
I make it grave
Dead as they braindead
I Tripped it stain red
Flipped it drain fed
Up the ticket back and sick with it
I mix it the Trip into the dream in the ticket
Back and lick it
Max in this
What’s the difference is I written scripture
Get it sick your Flip for the War
To Trip more
I seen the Guns tore unleashed
Born as the teeth grind
I’m undefined
The beast
I climb out the Streets as I walk in my Prime

All day long with your knives out
Rocking it live down the Street I four five
Split the mind up into the decline of the sign of the times
I spit the rhymes
Twisted
Back and mix match
I risk a sack got me Lifted no tax
I Gift that
To the flip flap?
I seen em impact with intact
Medicated layback
Straighted jet black
I’m faded
I split the rays of Sun bladed
Cash you waited on
I made with the strong song of the straight hit up Weight bag of Cannabis
I got the rinse off the talk as walk that block fat as wall crawl that
I Ball into the stats
I could hang out
My language rang out
I got the handle on the flag pull up the tags
I lifted rags up
To riches
I hit the switches up
That misses in the cut
I gift this trick hits the Spliffs licked up
And smoked down
I pulled my knives out and dance a sign round the find was the vine
The wine I pulled off poison jet the boys in the step true as we flex crew
We drink the Gold Brew and true as God let us flew into fly in the Eye
I Lock it down why? 
I box for the Crown


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/28/24 09:49 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869755 - 11/29/24 04:52 PM (28 days, 15 hours ago)

We get it High
Get it High
Get it High
Get it High
Reach for that eyeball
My mind is nine feet tall until I Ball that Ganja swallow in my car 8
I swerve into the heard in the famous as they burn in the lane
I adjust I bust that
Back in the dub sack
But we smoke an ounce and bounce
Pounds in the lounge I flipped it down to Trip I twist these
Kilos up
I peel for the key all they steel slow and believe
I hit you with these Trees in the breeze
Man over we land the roller span the globe around it blower of Ganja Smoke
We broke through get it toke true as the ocean breeze blew
We blue as crew as they flew as who?
I lantern turn the screw as I amp churn into the earned
I get it then they sweat the curve that’s edited
I Set it big back in credit
No need to fret bet I pull out a smoke head down
I flip the bread round
As I dead from the Pounds
Puff the stuff so instead we Bullet to the head flash the net as we sweat in the field
Peeled back heal that this is PTSD rap
Burn up the track
I got a Hawk like a Bullet I walk through the zone with the stone
I flip the flight flown offa shown release the War as it’s known in the roll of the storm
We catch it born with the War in check while all the Streets infect
We don’t half step
Snatch your heater with the rep we bleed until the Pound of seedless release this!

This is my Sativa Song
It doesn’t grow in the USA Flow
I Tripped one under the row of thunder that that’s Indica
The Sativa Soar as bleed in the keys?
That’s Meth in the breeze
These Sativa Gs threat as beads of sweat wax as the head stash

I mean it medicine Crack?
I bust a sack the veteran of the Sativa letter then I don’t sweat the Cocaine
Smoking in the rainfall
I base as chase this haste?
Fall follow in the ball slow as hollow tips expand and blow your brains out
I spit a blood stained one as I relate I got the 8 Ball
Seen it weight tall as fate
I crash the gate past 8 pm
I Set it straight up Cannabis Sativa 8 Ball come from the Tropics
I pop hits up the head as Stop That!  With the feds I lock strap up
Down
Lit the rounds up these Pounds and Kilos
I peel slow in the breeze
Head high
No Body why?
I saw it saw in dry past the eyeball
I spit a line tall as the all I been I recall they install the follow slow in the car and blow
I lit the drum roll
Contained in the chemistry main of the Bullet Wound maimed in the fully auto Spray
I light Sativa the Sun Ray


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/29/24 05:53 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869758 - 11/29/24 08:38 PM (28 days, 11 hours ago)

So I rolled up

Had a long talk
With Shiva
Dreadlocked Rasta got me with Ganja
Breeding Sativas
Sometimes I hybridize with Indica eyes
Indica is the only one I know so I blow the spot as I roll through without a thought
I cold caught pulling slow down the boulevard
I don’t act hard I just card carrying
Burying the steel plastic pieces as you feel violence disease it’s a Trip
Never solved anything
My everything is the Wing I settled and there we back into metal
I kettle boil as rebel
Past the head murder feds until the Set become Red
As blood dug as was
Why I 9 Shiva got me Ganja to proceed here
I bleed fear no man as Sun Rays shine
I bastard with the catch sit and latch that crab rabbit back and stab it
I got to have it
Jagged edge
Cold called sledgehammer
I beat before the jammer there they Gun BLEEP I bust back and creep
I done with the Gun Trip white sheet drip blood
All stained red with the thug
This doesn’t seem like a good idea does it?
I rub it back and forth and scrub cat
We got a killer snake in the bake on I spit it take dawn before long
I split the drawn cards as hard as I charge
Has the Yard spazz?

Fuck Meth!
We Psychedelic with the Ganja I check these felons
As I bell in the rep the weapon step back I leave a head cracked

Rooting underneath the feet
My Chi reaches into the Earth I creep
Roll as I follow slow into a Ball
I like this like all day and night
I keep it tight the wind bite it’s frigid cold
I sold as I hold that into the fold I made the map with the Cannabis Gold
Plus the Mushroom
I got the rushed some from the venom ends I sent
Into the bent
It started out as Street Self Defense
I lit the fence back and creep
All in my sleep I rock it to talk with the stock itch a walk and it’s a cinch for me
I freeze be in the reinstate the great way I feel I like to smoke Hay
I lift that and might I say I with this Trip up the tracks run us back
Sun rise in the Gat I rinse eyes over that
I’m internal and burn slow I heat like an igloo
From the inside
I multiply on the fly my dice roll I time as soul as line in the fold
I’m too cold chillin’ to kick it with the ill
I Street as back until the heat relax crews I weed whack true indeed
Seen my caps they fluid breed ruin into the flew in fly the exit I mind to flex with





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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/30/24 01:43 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869762 - 11/30/24 02:54 AM (28 days, 5 hours ago)

Bring the Cocaine!

I roll in explode win the Propane Tank and grin
I blow up the Propane Tank as I top rank
I spit it top till I hit it
I do a line and sign the blind recline as I spot a mind dot
A Sun Spot
This Coke got the stuff I walk to and fro as clockwork

My knot I got I flow with the slow tempo of Soul Music
I can’t let go
This dust is the full
With the trusty rusty bust the G up to upper crust the lust of the feed
Into the nose for folds to undone as cold I wax as One
I cycle the numb up

My mind makes the drum up as I sum up
I can see crews come up on the white lines so many times
I don’t OD
I rhyme into the prime state
Just right my hips they gyrate as I state
I flip the cake over pie as roller to the fold your glow is core like pour Water
Store I bought a Lamp and camp as I amp
I got the stank Ganja
With sank in armchair along fair as I hit a bong I stare into space
The Cocaine wasn’t laced with fentanyl
And is lab grade made in the jungle crew get stabbed sprayed up
To lit that rain up and down the drain with no cut I run the blade runner
Like rolling thunder

Take the Streets from off the Sets clip with reps
I greased
I thumb as crease in the stung as deceased
Flipped the keys up the Tree up so you could climb I line my pockets with dimes and nicks
Quarters
I rip distorted I catch imported Cliques
I stick with the Trip dip into the mix the thick until I could really rinse
I seen it since I didn’t flinch
I react strange looking through the pages I cross up the sage as law cut
The ages I amaze for the plays in the Sun Rays like dazed and confused
I’m on the loose
I need to roll and scoot Trip the boot off get the loot law and drawn and gone
I seen it on and off the strong and weak for feature reach for each either
Scene in the breather cap as cream your lord as wax as sword
I Trip the born off the riff for long as clip the tight dip into
I skin crew as true into the wind blew and then do what you flew for as new
Breed bust that Weed Smoke
Choke and breathe broke as the seed I float on the West Coast
I get the most with the own
Been as rolled in I told you I kinfolk grin and gun smoke
You can’t win so don’t begin War
I seen the rain poor as blood rain in the core I seat as flame light the brain


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/30/24 03:49 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869763 - 11/30/24 05:09 AM (28 days, 3 hours ago)

The Hashish Eating
Repeating the Recipe Feeding and Fasting
Casting links into the bask in the sink the rap tracks with the ink
I over the brink of I think of
Link on the dove for the Skunk Bud for funk I pop the trunk
I get one punk ass with a lump to chump as they front past the come on I blast
I roll over caskets in the Streets that ass whoop I give it stash to foot up the ass
For the hook I trashcan ran the mile as file while I profile
I set the style
Eating Hashish I master the reach for the keep score as I pour down Rain
Heavy Drinking always linking chains up
I spit my own brain up as I slain the drain in the main style I got on file
I Soul as the soul is Gold wax as cold crush for the flush back and rush
I do a little Cocaine lit the nose candy flow dandy with the Propane Tank Explode
I Trip this in the road all reaching for the code seeking the mode I reek of
The Trip I speak of all I teach is the glove on hand land
All Soldier all demanded roller for the patrol the hold skull in the full of blood
Cup I drink up

Illuminate
Buddhist
Enlightenment
With a Christian Spin I write and right within I begin
To wreck a check up to flex
I down that lyric intense back up against the fence
I roll at state pens
I master of the lens the rapture I capture the friends with the next chapter
Laughter breaks out when they take out the station on break
Make it take place like bold faced
Lies in the eyes my mind cries as I read signs
I flip the blinds open spoken
Smoking Crack Cocaine
Soaking in the spot
The Gun is in a knot I license plot
Back and stop smoking Pot
I broke into the top
Rank as I snag the bag as I hang
I got it sacked up rang
I hit the popular with Tropical Ganja
Plus I’m top as full tank Mafia
I stank with the lank links busting offa drinks I turn pink
I think I win I spin up to get up get your head turn cherry red then I wink
And spread this ink across the planet to span it


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (11/30/24 06:37 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869766 - 11/30/24 08:00 AM (28 days, 33 minutes ago)

Fast
A bag of Grass
The Hashishes
Blast off with the
Half and half I gaff
Plastic
Staff up the master Wizard
Has it in the bag I pack a blizzard
In fact
I Dragon Connect
With the flag in sector screaming
Cash I reinstate
The inflated value
Allow crews to flow flew
Fluid into the screw face
Torn Aces
Back in the places
With laces up
I catch a trace in
Space they taste
Make the grade with blade
Honey in the shade
Write some with the hype Sun
I wipe off
The mic’s raw
As saw seen Green Ganja
In a dream I clock steam
All around the beam
A sucka cream
For what it mean like
I see the slightest lean on

I key on they fiends
For these Greens
Everyone smoking
I hope the thing ring
And soak in
They broke in
Cleaning they vote then
I coat the bend
The opening
Toking making Wings
All I float down
To load the crown
I’m a roller Soldier
With the cold World
I flip the whole curled
Thing with it sting
I back to linger on the ringer
Trigger finger
With the swinger
Half as King there
Been in the air a player
After later I slip
The skater Trip
On blades
With the stash high grade
My rhymes gray
With the eternity
I press play and word as J
I step G
Into the best spray

We crack open a Keg
Of the head
Drip bread back instead of the track is red
I sight for the Feds to tight this
I white sheet Trip as the beat flip I write these
With the Kilos
We break open a Kilo of the Ganja slow as you could feel bro
We heel toe all they wield the weapon glow
Inside the ride
While we scream Free Palestine!
I shock the line up
Of terrorists mind dot
I’m aware of this
Rhyme plot on who got shot today
Who got the spray and one lay in decay
I split the Ks up spit it rain duct as aware of buck
I made it cluck
Back and head bust
I just got cussed at by a Jew who don’t like the flew fly I got
And why not?
Free Palestine was the line that got crews shot up
The Block we lock up
Then Down as I slipped a round in
Off the ground I spit the sound I make I quake
Shake the place up with the Ace of Spades
What?


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/01/24 02:04 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869780 - 12/01/24 03:22 PM (26 days, 17 hours ago)

I stole Tai Chi Philosophy from China
I love Traditional Chinese Medicine
Back with a weapon track the murderer sacked up
Blackened up the max cuz as was he dozen herbs like verbs for action
I break a class in with the spin
Spun all over one
Once was as a bug caught it thug
This is Tai Chi
I won the lottery

I gotta be hot bet as dust the Street track as you tilt your seat back
Relax
This is chill I max a Mil
I tight as kill write at will
They bite my steel
Steel I peel wield the weapon shield
Caught me steppin’ reppin’ I spit the test back and left end
Fresh as track sent by bent until I max spent on ends
I spit this mend with a Bullet cold hit the solvent
I revolve around and called God
So my squad is large you could tell like bell we ring
Into the thing with Wings
I title as we Kings 
I’m vital with the homicidal
You heard uh rap this murder on the track I burner
With the curvature

She spoke of Bruce Lee
With a Cantonese
Accent
I bent back into the mattress I did a back flip for practice
When they match this I lift the latch
All sighted back with a big batch of medicine
I’m a Veteran of the Herbals
My World swells when I ingest I manifest
I take a slug to the chest I bug
Release the thug he’s under arrest
I beam for the cream so it seem
Underwater I caught the boss as I taught
The specs to the X diagram
My mind expand as I land on Planet China
I just relax
I seen the dream of the Medicinally in the scheme
I got that I spit it box back wicked
I’m locked at so I spat I rock the stats up
You could get the answer split into the ran for the stance
War
As I core I treat the disease
With this I write as mixed as the mind of the blind
My Medicine is well defined
I learned it from the Chinese


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/01/24 04:38 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869783 - 12/01/24 06:48 PM (26 days, 13 hours ago)

The THC lingered
I splash a burner effect off the earner
All I need is Water
I split it called a girl a ho and licked it
Back with the liquid
I’m so high I need to light tonight
Flip the brights on
I relax my sight gone
I need to max
I got the champ in the back rolling sacks up
We about to Lamp Cuz
And back as was a buzz
I got it strapped strength
Flipped the sank on they anchorage
I champion of the blast furnace hits
I cast I earned your cash and since
I spot the rinse off
Seen that since off the quandary
I clean like Chinese Laundry

I need a straight Meth connect
A Pot connect had the ragged rugged
I bug off drug shit the buds back
But I sack up the wire as fire
I manifest the Gun higher than that
I run back until intact
Lead the strap up for victory
Or some Line I got it
Fine Wine I’m spotted blocking the shocking
Wall gone up
I saw the ring off flaw for law as I dawn
I Trip to the early morn
The wind storm I was born in
Torn in
Straight relax the door kicked in
I’m advanced so I didn’t even glance
I sent a Bullet then
The children were killed by my Guns
I cycle back for funds
Relax as Drug Raps
I just need One Cap
I max off the Raw as Meth a burner draw
To death
I got the 1 Connect


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/01/24 07:14 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869787 - 12/01/24 08:29 PM (26 days, 12 hours ago)

I bless a Keg of Champagne
Nancy Reagan wanted me to Just Say No again
So I circulated lift this Herbal Related
High I got sedated
My mind crept in weighted sacks up
I strike right back up
When punks act up
They get the Jack On
So I black out they church as wax a work
The murder for thirst
I rapid fire burst against the clockwork
I spit it shock jerk
The lantern I got burn as butterscotch
Plaid into the magazine
I landed this team with the ease with which I switch up
I could flip up the rip up
I spit this one duck as been busted at
I don’t see how you could survive
The beam as I locked in
Steam Clean
I get Live on Water
I relax and sorted through as ordered
This War I withdrew from
I put some Ginseng on my tongue

I’ve got cement
For the run around
They run you down and Gun with One round run your red out of town
I spit for the Feds
I wear the crown as I lock down the Block found the drug spot
I copped from Cops I busted back as Chalk Outlines
It’s about time I route the down as sound as found one bound
Into the ground I spit the hound dog as around the God
For a job I bark as slob backwards for a sack I thirst I trap
All up in impact I Street Jack
I make my beam black and chill and smoke Crack Cocaine
Joking in the lane I blow up the spot so dilated I shot at hydrated
I Lock the faded back as play that skid the map I straighted
Sacked up weighted
I flip the hated off
The boss
I split a ray of Sun crossed the Dragon way past dawn
I’m the last one on the mic I blast the Kingdom Come
As I rock you till you numb
My life has become lyrics sung
I’m about to steer ships around the pier
I Gangster come near and I shank yah
Bank on the tank law as rank song
Gone in the head back on bread I release the steady head heat up the beat
I tread on the Street with a Gun I repeat back and run the blade sum in the shade


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/02/24 05:41 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869791 - 12/02/24 06:20 AM (26 days, 2 hours ago)

Just add Meth to it
We screw it into crews fit like blues music
I sit
Thinking
Gold Chain Linking
Platinum triple double scatter the batter up
I on the platter with the fatter up the ladder
I mic as matter double the cat back and humble
I sat through the track didn’t stumble
I’m crazy mad
Just add Meth to it
I slew in the crew Trip up some brew
I slipped through
All my Lit grew on me
This Chinese laundry I run with a Gun that’s on heat
Sung the sweetest
Back and breed this fact as the redid the lead itch
On sink that and brink of the law as raw
I Tiger Claw
Back in the paw
Rap was all you saw or heard from the Bird
Wax as word as one was with a Gun
Coming from the Lantern Light Shine as bright mind
I’m undefined for the find I dusted back and rhyme
Master of the track
Just add Meth to it
I flew lit in School with the rule
I flipped this fool took his cool and all his books shook up
I hook up with the chicks
Then doughnut on Platinum Links I rock this think
I talk switch up they been in the thing I ring on
Sing on
I’m about to bring on stage a 12 gauge shotgun
I’m about to bottom Sun
As I box up your eardrum
Until your hearing is numb
I’ve become what’s done as the track turns this
I burn this spliff down with a roach clip
I quit Meth and bricks of sacks coming back can’t amp me I lit the light like a kid with candy

I need a good Hallucinogen
With candy cane Crack Pipe catch Brain
I seen a lightning stripe
I beam before I swipe my card I lean
Into a Gun seen
I Trip Meth
Release that chill and feed back on the Street smoke Crack
I mean this in fact I redid it
Until it didn’t even begin to melt as hearts dart across like loss
At a gamble I ramble on drawn Gun on the wrong side one as the mind
I Trip this the blind see as key
My mind is heavy
Duty all wax as fruity to a new ski pole
Lit the feet are cold I max as bold face
Ace up in the grace
I got the taste for a good hallucinogen
I write it then I Speed back and sent the heat bent up
I got sent up by the Feds to the ends
I get it intend to rent out 
I seen a murder route as the Guns come out
When all you heard about was Guns and Suns
For funds I clock as rum swig the jig is up
I erupt back and buck off the track
All everyone on the map who pulls a Gat on me
I clean up like Chinese Laundry
I gone down the Street to a dope drum beat


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/02/24 06:37 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869805 - 12/03/24 01:35 PM (24 days, 18 hours ago)

Guns ringing
I broke up and smoke up some Ganja
So I could make my Gun Hum
I split the drum and lead it stung
All wax off and on
I got a bong I made from glass in the shade
My Gun lasts one blast I run it task
Take it past the last blade and a half
I track as stayed up playing Spades
I reach through Haze
Bumping Blaze as I thump with the Gray Aliens
All I sail been up to pale
I spit it like rail
Egyptian
Cast as the mix in
I light a Spliff and
You could tell I need wet again
I’m a Veteran of the Mind Fist
I got blind
Resist the rewind as I sick
I kick it kick flip
All the zip up
Back and get your lift up
I right it quick like Ice Cream
I Soldier Green Smoking
Cast as toking the best Cannabis

I ran it ever since I split the difference
I Lift in this
Take the elevator skater
I rech Bliss
Roll them twist or Soul as Crisp
I’m on the list

The Ganja
My Gun spoke as toke
I lit it choke
Pass the Rope
I been off and on my Gun sing a Song
I got that
As rhyme as top hat
I run it phat in the system
Back and christen this Gun listen
I 6 Gun weighs a ton like friction
It heats up a drum
For the Sum of it my lungs come with this
I write it skip tricks
They for kids as rid of the Lit this
Ganja Spliff
I soul on skip as write that Trip
I might exact run it back
As One strap come
For my Rap Guns
I cycle ammunition and funds
I Sung as Sun as black
One run on the map
I strung before I sum with
I equipped to master this
I laugh at till the Guns they pass that
I write up rap tracks
Fiend for a magazine
As Guns they dream of
I beam up back to the starship
I come so far so quick
I light it hard with the Bullet
I’m scarred


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/03/24 02:04 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869806 - 12/03/24 02:21 PM (24 days, 18 hours ago)

Pass the Bullet
I been fully equipped to Trip on and sip
I sing a song of the Gun
This Trip run as Thugs I distance myself from
They right as Gun Lick that
I split until I chill
Pass the Bullet
Until I pull the trigger
It makes no sense to figure
I light on liquor
With the lift you’re in this
I mix this with Blood
Until I chug straight
Pass the Bullet
Past 8 I rifle reinstate
The cycle Guns from the heights pull off lights
And flights for fights
I run it right into your crew
Pass the Bullet
I thought you knew
Wax as One Sun from they’ Gun
Weighs a ton
I got this rung as top Sped up the hot head
I light a box Set
Pass the Bullet
I talk fled the rock as a Glock
I light it stop Trip the right off
Pass the Bullet
I might Stalk of Ganja Plant for Medicine

I been back with a Veteran
Cast your etch your name in
Make you famous
Yo!
How could you blame us
When we light as aim as I trust?
In my weapon
Pass the Bullet
Murder reflection past the lesson
We smoke Ganja by profession
I made the connection with blade
Service in the shade
I laid back
Until they
Pass the Bullet
I do a rain dance

I Gun talk
I do the Walk
My Trip crisps up as I drink
I'm on Water link up the slaughter I ink
As one sink their thing
I light a Wing
I'm tight up the Dragon
But Yo!
I gotta Drink or it ain't happening
I'm Captain of the box let it Gun Talks
I Set it
I'm Bladed
Captain with the rap in the stay in it the Dragon
I'm off the wagon
I Trip as I sip I got it lit
I'm about to serve as fit
You could get hit
I'm about to mix shade into that after the fade
I light it displayed up front
I title What Sun you on on arrival
I got the rifle
Back I'm Michael N
I spit the fight pull it Set
Back in check
Crews reflect back on this wax on and off
The boss lit the Street at cost
I light this greet
With a Gun tossed
All that and I cross up the solid black
My wallet's fat
I Ball it back in the Dragon
I stank of the drink I love it with a Keg
And mind as Head
I lock this till the topic is Death I raw as saw Blood


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/03/24 04:16 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869808 - 12/03/24 04:52 PM (24 days, 15 hours ago)

Repent!
Before Death comes and locks you in Death Lock
Around the Block
I got the Bullet Hawk
I representative of the Men who braved the Blade
As I pull a sting with this
One thing remains constant
And I'm bomb as a bomb raw that
I seen it in a dream
With this Gun Gleam
Off the see in I reinvent
The 100%
Beam back
All I seen is bleeding and Blood
I cycle that back for a Thug
Who hype try to pull the plug
I smoke some Dank Ganja Rub
I'm in the club
A Bullet for love back in it glove it fits
I Soul as they spit this roll
I turned Gold
I got old and cold as
The ice as mind is on the Gun climb right in!
I seen so much violence
I don't know where to begin
So I file this
My style I lift into the sky I hit
The dream as one Cream
Gotta drink the Kegs
As murder Cash reigns

Once we get Waterlogged
I Trip this
I’m a Waterhead as lit as
I thick had the slip in the mix
A Bullet rips through
As the tip I drew that I flip cold right through that
I blew cats off the law as saw raps raw?
I seen it Trip a dream I skip the heat and lick
To the Beat
One on the seat
I got the fleet Gunning for the Streets
Humming
One sum and I come
I brung brought the caught in the web fought for instead
I deadhead
Back and crack bread said
A Bullet to the head like Ice I got a slice
I ignite on flights straight Trip that with the mic bleeding
Sip that Herbal Teas and
I Herbally curve you sweet
One Gun underneath
One Gun above
Light lightning I shove the thing into screw back and crew capped
I seen it blew the latch off
My stash is raw
I seen it law as you could dream this scheme I Tripped off steam
I lit the beam up
I reseed one Bleed from the Bullet I recede back and pull it
The Trigger


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/03/24 05:51 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869809 - 12/03/24 07:29 PM (24 days, 13 hours ago)

I Lockdown the Lockdown
I'm like clockwork
I jerk the spot on top of the popular benefits of the steps you've taken
Two left feet
In the stakes are high
I seen a guy die from one on the fly to turn it into multiply
I sip this
Lit
As I drip with Water I quit with the manslaughter
All a raw after the fall to turn into a Ball
Curl up and turn the World and stuff like that
I grab the mic right back and wax
I got the max that serve into the swerve
A Yo!  Relax
I Bird as burned into the turn into a Wing with the thing
I glide back and ring
Mind capped I recline seen the sign and blind as a bat
A baseball bat
I seen a Veteran deal with the Steel and peel
Key all I be in the Lockdown as G I shock around
I split the stock as found a Glock
It occurs to one on the spot I earned the Block
I got title
I take over the Streets as Homicidal
My mind blown
As crews froze and I rose above
I scared kids to death with a Bullet but I love Peace

We’re Moving
Like Guns
We’re Grooving into until we flew the wind blew
All the cyclone of blades
My light’s known in shady places
I about face this place
Lit it traceless
I base this on what I’ve seen
I smoked mad Green and Locked on Shrooms to the Block I Movement
Of the soon swept up like a broom
All you saw was a Full Moon
And a Brawl
All the tight as raw
I service for first I burn the trigger
My purpose I word as just I turn the spin the thing with Wings
I got to the heights and sing!
Bullets with Wings!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/03/24 08:32 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869813 - 12/04/24 04:52 AM (24 days, 3 hours ago)

Euphoric Ganja Clouds
Ganja is an ideal Euphoriant
Everyone wants the Blaze for Days
To Trip this
Sun Rays come and burn the Trip Hit
I mix it with the Tai Chi Practice
I match with older masters
I challenge myself and go through hell sell a sack
Word as Bird in the murder
I’ve come further on the top a turner of the spot
I roll up
Shot at
I got the Gat and it’s like that
I come right back and exact
With the Tai Chi rap tactics
Back flips on the ran and twist
Fold in the Cold Dragon
Sold!
I bold as the told to staggering train as One Drain down through Root

Into the Earth I shoot through and out to the Universe
I got the thirst for the Ganja
And I bomber on the comma
To stop and
Rock the Mob up
I get it hobble on one foot job hunt
I box for Sun as a Ganja Run
I split the Sum

I just Rolled
Thoughts for Soul
A Drugged up Fast Ball
This track is called Fast Ball
I title law as recital
I flip the 5 O
Spit a dime slow
As my mind flows
I under the nose and thumb of the Gun
And that’s One
I sung of the from that a Gun track
Under the stack of the Caps
I light the maps up
I get it sacked up
That’s a backup
For the jack cut into the slap up
They smack up
Light it right back up
I spit it
Didn’t rinse since I hit it finish
The job as the Gods they robbed

At large I spit the charges up
My margin cut to nothing
That’s why I don’t front
I just roll out
Roll a Blunt with the Finest Ganja
To Burn down I paint the Town Green
For the Ganja Scene


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/04/24 05:13 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869815 - 12/04/24 05:37 AM (24 days, 2 hours ago)

I’m tired of sleeping
Sleep breaks my Trip then I awake
New into the Blue I been through
Meth keeps you in step with the Trip you’re on
I don’t break with sleep before the dawn I keep
Long with the song I speak of
I gone up in the bleach before I reach
I deceased back and creased up
A paper catch the caper horn as torn the sake of born
Into the worn through
I order it true as I afford it
Crushed Crystal Methamphetamine
I seen it better Green Crush
As one seed I bust that Weed touch that
With a Gun rap I’m exact as on One Map
I right and exact with the wax as the Gun Caps
I stay up to split a Sun Ray up
I light the daylight the way I light the fade type as such
I got a blade in my hand
I just made a grand saying that
I display the Tai Chi as I play about
The Rhyme is G
I time to Key in with the Methamphetamine again
I get it Green lock a Gem Up
As I seek the deadhead up I freak
Ease into the freak I bloom and I keep
Awake before I break my Trip with sleep

We see Visions
Locked up
Product in the head
That flow as you grow into the show the shoe as flew across as BOOM!
I toss a live grenade into the shaded area
I stare at yah
I can’t say I don’t swear I know a player up in here
I could spot a rear end
Back that and tears of blood bled as thug
I cycle recycle the plug
My heights pull off dub
The lights blown out
I run a round up towards the ground in front of you
I tell your crew to freeze
Bow down to the breeze
I flow and murder through Trees
I mic this Ganja with the Methamphetamines
Run this
I Gun whip the Soldier heat clip
The beat strip you down
I lit a round coming at me
Pounds of Ganja are Key
I speak it softly so it cost a lot G
To top on topic feeding Frenzy
I Glock it
Lock the track up
Blocks up to bat
The whole Street react



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/04/24 07:05 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869817 - 12/04/24 07:49 AM (24 days, 43 minutes ago)

The Ganja Man
I copped from a Rasta with Dreadlocks
Eating Pasta my jam knocks like a Stop Sign
You can’t run one with a Gun
For Sun for fun I speak a reek of the Ganja freak a sack up to black out Rap’s Down
I spit one for the Crown?
I’m always around with the Pounds so I lounge
Crews straight jack for a sack so I gotta keep it proper
I pop a kid who run up on Sun
Wax as One why I got my Gun I stripe red blood through the Slum
Heat this run up the Street to catch one
I back numb with some Locks up I staggering they sack rub a Glock Bud
I smoke all day
No way I fuck with it I roll a J so what’s up with that?
You don’t know?
It’s how the wind blow with my kin folk smoking
I just broke into a joke crew’s use this place as face before they laced
I Tripped into outer space on some Shrooms
I think we got the BOOMS!
I light one as on sight from
The lungs full of Ganja
A Bud is the norm as a Gun sure in it from the floor to ceiling
I’m past this peeling paint and ass cracks
I’m revealing cash back
For Real
Roll it up and ash that
Straight  Ganja flashback!
I chain react when I rip the Streets contact the Street Surface I’m burned up

Get your 3rd eye open
We need Herbs
Compact Cars until they rap stars
Lit the Rs up
I got that charred cut in the fuck shit up something proper
Who’s to stop yah?
The Dragon out the wagon coming with that G flag and I fragment
I spit the Rain sent back 3rd eye I claim it’s open wide
No Guns to hide I ride with the storm as born
In the torn off the frame as One Lane
I stripped the name cause of the aim up in it Blood Stain is imminent
You want beef so I’m giving this white sheet
One last reefer to smoke
Damn!  I’m broke
I lit the kinfolk up as soak in
I coat then with the open 3rd eye as Why?
I spit the sign out
My mind down as wax around the Gun POP!  Sound
I run a round through your crew
As I amp I title as homicidal off the brew?
We Tripped that do the wicked max with the thicket of Ganja Plants
Get Lifted!  In a trance and skip that
Brains in the lane the cycle remain simple and plain
This is a Drug Game with the flame


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/04/24 02:48 PM)

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