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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869824 - 12/05/24 02:16 PM (6 days, 3 hours ago)

Native Warrior Sundance
I can see visuals Manifest
As my Water kicks in
The Bomb!
I’m off the Set and too calm
I wrong with the sweats
I get it like Vietnam I chill in step
My Gun is Death
I never pull it because it’s Death
I’m Fresh

I fully suggest you get a Gun
What’s left is a Sundance
A Bullet
Romance
I got the Herbals so I turn slow
Into the roll my Gun Show
I lift this cold
I bit that
Bold off a lit Kit Kat
I rewrite and sit at the table and compose
All light it shows the path
In Medicine
Flows and I roll cold with the Soldier
The Veteran
Those Older Dragons
My Soul is on the wagon

Fresh
Frozen
Variable
Herbals
I flow in
The medicine
Roll in
Roll up
I seen a Dragon
I bag the ends up
I spit it then run
As I live it the trigger
My finger on the trigger
Deliver
Speech as reek
Smell of the Herbals
I teach those
I sleep in the Gold as sweep
So Bold
Clip this fold up
Hit the soul up
Tai Chi
Flip the strong as hold on
I lit it to the tour as wicked as
The floor mop
I do the job nonstop!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/05/24 02:29 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 31 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869828 - 12/05/24 06:02 PM (5 days, 23 hours ago)

My Dragon cast a shadow
That’s a Lantern

With the Crossbow
I’m soft and slow
We don’t like combat roll
That bomb back intact as I’m laddering upward
I sack a duck third
As Bird
Tripped this
You heard?
I’m wicked
Pass the ticket
I could ride at night or anytime
I speak with many
Friendly
Back and end the Street Beef
I Trip that with deceased
As settled Chi
At least the head cracked up
You need it sacked up
I flash struck
The last one tucked a Gun
For the Sun I wipe one rung
The type to stung
Sting with the Wing
I’m frozen King of the Yin
Cold as within this I sold Ganja Herb
Word.

Gunsmoke
Crews wandering up and down the block
Wondering where the next shock is coming from
I’m robbing Sun from the Gunman
I run a drug ring as they hum and rang
I got the slang
I heat up the beat of the Street up
Flip this
White sheet tucked
I bleed in
To the teaching I’m reaching for the cure as Eye is 9
Sleeping
Gunsmoke was a crime I done folk
Up the stroke for rendered code red notice they fled on foot
I shook
A crew up that blew up the spot
Wandering on little dots they plot schemes
I run through the breeze with these dreams


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/05/24 09:38 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 31 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869830 - 12/05/24 10:37 PM (5 days, 19 hours ago)

I come from China
I saw the shine on a fool and unwind with some Ganja Cigarettes
Gun threats suggest I best learn to earn respect
I turn the place out
With an Ace down
I split the crown for two
Black and Blue or cut you up Red I slice a Thug Dead
I track up sped
I got the head that run that Setback
Chill and Wet the track up
Till they facts
Truck exact with the lamp
Running rampant
All over the encampment
I sent frozen
Show in this rose to the occasion
Flows and flavor some Guns they wave around
I lit the ground up and Pounds come down from the sky
I Locked an Eye up
Don’t try to run up with a Gun up
I put your Sun up for sale
Then bail
Hit the trail and make some flavor
Before I taste this I laced with twist
Disappeared in the mist
And haven’t been seen since

It’s sad
But you need a Meth Connection With the Ganja Reflection on Mushrooms Trip Ends
Custom back and bust one in em
I got the venom
Decide to ride as they Spent with the Ganja Vibe
I keep it Ganja Tight on Keys for flight
Disease
At night I hit Trees
Goodnight
I flip Keys
Keep it and ride these in the breeze
Like 50 Cent Pieces
I got the heat it’s just a beat I rock on
Get my Walk On
I spit it like popcorn all the locks torn off
You been warned I am the boss
I likely to stalk and flow Nightly
Up a Tree
I got a Water Connect
See?
I bomb with the reflection got Shrooms
And mean this I don’t half step son


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/06/24 03:48 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 31 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869835 - 12/06/24 04:07 PM (5 days, 1 hour ago)

Catch
As stash that snatch that
Herb up to word up
I burn up
Trip they heard BUCK!
I run that with a Gun cat
As I done facts I sprung
I got the tongue as Homicidal as Thug
I ride crews divide when they ain’t supplied
I slip the tide turning
Burning Herbs in the Herb pipe
I busted head turned white and fed that
I release the Set it back
Chill intact the heat black
I seen a jack on cream rein the stacks like steam
I got this sheet of LSD
I run it G a ton like ski
A killing spree
One under the thunder like the P Platinum Crews wonder
I’m back at em
I scatter the batter all over
Tripped this clover
I sift the Soldier through the Gold
Flip the mold I broke as cold as they roll in
I smoke a bowl of Yohimbe
I slip the skip up the box as wet up
Why I Set Up
Keep your head up

I 8
An 8 Ball of Hashish
Now I wait
Wait!
Let’s munch some Shrooms
As the Thunder from Under
Come without the rubber grip spoon a number lick some Hashish Oil

I’m Royal
I got the Gold as shoulder for the coils
I flip this boils
My shit melts and bubbles
Boy you’’ll lick it once you get sick with the distance the Trip
Respect
Spin out the heat jet
My Weed Wet up with Water
Bet you honor as replay I speed in a Gun with the Hay
And amaze
I lit the Sun Rays up
Get that blaze up
These raps stay up late and all night
Blade Fight!
I read your name right as I Ignite
Put in the rifle
I 8 Ball when my weight’s tall I spit it 8 ya’ll munchies they crunchy
With the Sum Heat down the Street as Guns meet up
I greet with an arm’s reach
As Contact
My Beats Bomb Back I got the Product
The Ganja Farmer with the Crops Carved up the Rock up the Block
Street Hawk


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/06/24 05:44 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 31 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869839 - 12/06/24 09:57 PM (4 days, 19 hours ago)

I keep a few thousand Cash
And a jar of Hashish
I live the dream as a glassblower
Cream I fold all Soldiers
I ride as rock and roll as my Soul turns towards
I max with swords
Ripped the floorboards out the Trip
Plus now I’m Cash thick
Crews take it for granted I planted the crescent with the best shit
I write my lessons smoking Hashish Product all Locked Up
I spit the box up
You could get toxic so I flock to the Westside
Run the inside as I run they hide inside the ride that fly by
I Tripped this guy who mixed up
Why?
My brains drip stuff
Lit
In it till I spit from within the children filled in eating Hashish
My stash I flash plus I got the thousands Cash in my backpack
I scratch a track up
My DJ Cuts for the lamp
I just ate Shrooms and I sample the Gong Fu
That man from the crew who drew up the plan

I was in some sand and now I Cash Grands as the funk expands

Running Jewels
Cash rules
Cast you out the murder that turn into a word hit up the burn this I turn
Onto the fork in the road I slipped into battle mode
As I saddle up
The cattle in the truck in front mooed
I split the food up

I’m about to nude butt they crew
I slip it a two as back as flew over the Soldier Ganja Grower
Flip the Four Four off tour
I got the pure
Magic as I bag it since I hit I been bent and then I sent
This Cash shit I invent the last tense moment I got stoned and Set
The bonus
All on this microphone it’s the tone that’s Wet
The phone call what you expect but wall to wall Baller?
I caller on the line as follower I flow just fine as a Dollar Bill
I’m licensed to kill I murder instill in the burn further for the mic
I just chill
We rock that Block Back on it to top sacks up
The trap up the max I could cold tax as Murder Lamps in the earner
I turn the spot and flow too hot that’s furnish down
As the town red I painted the shit like I Set
I peel the Wet back and kept on the track
Until I killed it exact


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/06/24 11:49 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 31 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869840 - 12/07/24 12:17 AM (4 days, 17 hours ago)

We be puffin’ stuff
We know a guy who grows Landrace
Rare varieties of Cannabis
My mind chases shadows
As I bat slow for that fat cat as Gold I Soul and Rolled up into a Ball
He grows Heirlooms
Sacred varieties of the Mind Trees
We climbing on skis
That mind freeze

We dance and avalanche with cheese
In the breeze over Kilos we peel slow
All that he know is we be blowing Ganja smoke and
We broke the candidate of the fans that Gold Plate
We got Solid Gold as weight
Tripped it into outer space a space race
Makes this Trip great with the weight sacks
Always on hand hands never lack and we got grands
Thick wads of Cash
We burner into some Hashish
Alternative is to blow the dangerous
So we Flame with this and stick to Cannabis
The rain come for the championship
I be lamping on the damn thing strong as the Grass I reek

Smell of the teeth of the Dragon
I flag them down with the Crown
I’m Lifted now there’s the bow
I Tripped it how I skipped it
Turn and flipped it
Fully ripped the split up the hits and duck slip the tuck one it spits blood
A Thug caught a Drug and bugged off of no love for the push and shove

Just to blow up
We doing dope deals got to get the cash and roll up with a strap
A piece at least we got peace in the Ganja scene for Ganja Green
I scored the amps from the kids who ran slid in the ash and flip the dash
I mean it
I’m about to beam split up the sheep they come on I done gone
Off the one arm I spit it Soul as smoke a bowl for the toll it takes
Great!
You about to elevate if you scored heavy weight
I Trip I skate on
Crews they hate on so I got my blade long
I smoke a bong and keep that shit burning strong
I lift the song up
I smoke to comma up the drama for your momma to swallow I Ball Slow
I’m about to call this Gold and rolled into the fold
The intro drum roll for the kinfolk
I been smoked out
I seen a Meth Connect blow up your house I inspect the route
As I fed with
They dead hit on command I got it as planned
From the Dope Man
Compact as I bomb back with a fat sack
All I do is kill tracks and murder like the Ol’ Dirty Bastard from Wu Tang
My Crew Rang and we all Soldiers sang!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/07/24 01:05 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 31 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869841 - 12/07/24 01:29 AM (4 days, 16 hours ago)

Meth Lab
We cut juice as loose
Split a sack coming back
That’s Ganja but I’m on some Methamphetamine
The long arm of the law doesn’t understand the scene
Ganja Green is the props for cops to stop and chill
All I box that I release a track on Speed
Chilling smoking Weed we bust that
Twisted up rush that smoke it
Broke hit the cig I stick a shiv in or a shank over Dank Buds
I rank as the top as the spot I pop and lock on chalk screech!
I bleach brains as stains
Sun in the Rays this game stays wide open

I’m Gray
I turn a murder into Hay as the burner for I earn a
Stripe as wipe off
I could sight down as lock the Crown Up
I spit it down up the round
Trip the grounds for Pounds
I lit that
Flip that
Hip stats with the wicked on maps I twist that
Release heat scraps on the grease I thug as One with a Gun
My license made me numb so I smoke Ice and
To Iceland I got the plan
I roll over
Damn!
I’m the Dragon as they banned it
I’m about about to span the bridge and hitch
Drive over the edge of a cliff or into a ditch

I deal strictly with Psychedelic
These Mushrooms unlock the Dragon that’s bent into the Hell Swept
Heaven Dripped
It’s a well kept secret so I peep it
I layer 
Creep it
Redose it
Come close to OD
I flip that like Battery Acid
I’m last Trip that track slipped up to grip
Traction rough
Compaction the action
Wagon with the flag raised
I gazed into the stars by the car into the sky
I murdered an Eye turned inside
I turn and glide off the ride
Make it shine
I take up bake up
This grace no mistake What?
I trace that back
I mean it
The Gun Contact
I’m Order of the Dragon
Combat with the black rag on
I got to tag and you gone to sing the song
Straight out a bong
Or up your nose with flows
I like to Trip this glows
As Light wicked with the bros
Yo I kick it
Shrooms we consume the BOOM!
Lit the room up so soon I got a spoon to my nose with flows
Cocaine Trips you roll in flame
Plus LSD and Mescaline
All types of Psychedelics!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/07/24 02:50 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 31 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869845 - 12/07/24 03:36 PM (4 days, 2 hours ago)

We got stacks
Blow your hat off
Your hat blown off by the Lamp
I soldier as amps roll me up to camp
I got the champ
I chill and I sample the ill
They murder at will until I chill
Release the deal is I wheel outta here
Like last year I flipped it steering wheel
All I peel Sets and back flex
The champ connect as I canned the X mark
As a dead shark
I peel in park as I mark shot at dark I got a lot of the cars I bar
Flip it I’m a star as liquid
I got on par a ticket 
To come kick it
Kick back and sip it
We max as Cash with the secret
We don’t need to peep it
We got the White Sheet shit that hit
Back in the lit I master
Cast your grip up
To Trip up
I seen it 6 duck that mission for bucks so listen
I’m in position I friction rub that
Do a dub sack
The next step is Drugs as I hit then
I’m in the kitchen cooking up
Hooking up the move and I groove
I Set it sooth
Back and Show and prove
Slip the groove

Pop and scratch
Bust that
Pop and scratch off the groovy track that move
Everyone crew in this
With the wind at the back and mix of the jack moves and Lamp Grooves
As I can up the smooth that’s back in
Crews laugh and I Dragon
All I flag in the bag
I tag Weed One
As my seed I spun the lead on
All heat on the dawn as flip the song as lit
I smoke a bong
I get
The project
All the bomb threat
Yo!
Who’s on next?
I back and flex the reflex all the heat checks that beat is next
I rap in specs
Made the rest period
All they deteriorate
On the skate that late that
I Trip like Ajax
I Flip the way out tracks out back with the sack of Green Bud
All Police want to thug me for money
I spit the Gun Heat
Across the Street I’m raw as title to the beat
I shock as box back all intact
On the Street we meet with
The Street hit and beats skip
The record I infect the section
Back and lesson rap this profession
Max and X then


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/07/24 04:34 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
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Posts: 3,099
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869846 - 12/07/24 05:29 PM (4 days, 20 minutes ago)

Pure Waters
I caught your X back and raw
I fiend to inject for all I saw
I beam to the rap crack a jaw
As slip that flip cats up to the law
I mean it call that heat hit the Spliff and I Trip
I light Water thick in the heights caught your dick
In the door
For the Four Four
I got the pour liquid more I kick it
Stick up the place as Ace back and Car Chase
I Trip the bass out funky groove as space route I move
I got the shoe polish
All abolished wall to wall hits that solve when I rinse
I call all that I Ball fat
Back at the factory I stack sort heat through the Street
This Gun Beat
Trip a fleet off the Reefer Trip your teacher
Back in the bleachers I will and seek for scores of the bleed yours
As I on course to rock it to the North I come Back in a Porsche
I get that
All they ill that causes the kill as stretch max
The map I got I plot on
Receive the dog gone as I light my bong I sing a song
Get that!
Get that!

Get that!
Get your head cracked as a Set back
Into the Wet Sacks
You could fiend for the Jet Black
Recede into the thumbs I need a none
I got the Gun and Run from the Cops
I Pop this up my shop Lit as a Drug Bust
You just missed the cut

Trap
Cap
An Amp
I see visions off my Herbs and missions I curve into
I been through where the wind blew to
I skim brew up the Fluid
Back and screw it in
I need to drink again
As I’m thinking these Ahem!
I back and bleed while a sucker proceed
I back some feed it to eat hits up
The Spliff struck me as Money under Gun Heat
On the Street to a dumb beat
I rock the sheet back
And meet trashed as fleet
Dub in your last rub in the grass for a Fast
I got the stash
Heat it?
In the flask I repeat
Strength I beat it with Tai Chi
I gotta master constantly to stomp
Flip the bomb as a straw I sip through long as I dip through
I get wicked with the lick but I skip to the Trip true
As that can as man I say Damn!

I need it program to the beat and I hold heat
It doesn’t fit in with the children who get peeled then
Unless we wheel I feel that
I got a real rap coming out the back with a baseball bat
Thugging kids on the Street to a drum beat
We got this cancel sweet as compete
The Drugs from the Street
I Sum as Ganja come with the Sun I shock it Lock that
Trigger finger
A Yo!
Stop that!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/07/24 06:29 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
Posts: 3,099
Loc: Seattle
Last seen: 1 hour, 31 minutes
Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869847 - 12/07/24 06:39 PM (3 days, 23 hours ago)

I need to open every cell
I mastered it
Angelic raps rebel until the repellant
Come Back!
I sell it
I dwell on the Set is strong Wet until I’m gone
I reflex connect back as collect
The raps spit up the projects
On bomb threats
That’s mom with a Tech
I long to jet out
Get the head out
Beat the dead out the hustlers
Fuck this shit I bust with it Trip that
All over skip the stash my bread won as head done
Up in it with a Gun
I make the Sun
Burn it to become Wax as 1
All on the Street crews turn up they true as they flew back
I knew an addict to the Drug Magic
Coming back plastic
This Cash Trip
I heat on a grip of Cash
Set on the Wet your stash up
I mash up like potato
All lay low until the day grow to night
I spit a Gun Fight Up
Coming right up
I seen the plight as light come as right
What a sight

Drugs
Caught an Auto
Scored a Kilo
Of Cocaine
For up my nose to the brain
I roll in and out of lanes I switch hitch
A ride inside my car and I star in
The large
Flipped a Charge up
Of the hardest I hard as a dove
I rub a love back and suds
Soap slippery dope like Hickory Smoke
I chill and toke off the Ganja
Will?
It won’t cause the slaughter
I’m back in court a court reporter got knocked out
Around the Block I’m down so I chalk up rounds it sounds
Like I got Pounds!
Yes I do!
My whole crew masters flew it past you on brew you can’t handle
The scandal
Light this up on the mantle of the fireplace
An Ace
I bent back in space like Warp Drive in your face
I traceless
Make a hit
The blade running I’m gunning
Wax as funds and I’m
Strong I rip a bong hit
I Soul to Soul with the Trip


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/07/24 07:29 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
Hollywood
Registered: 03/01/22
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869849 - 12/07/24 09:07 PM (3 days, 20 hours ago)

Kids couldn’t handle Trip
I knew a girl who failed
She bought a San Pedro Cactus
She said for when she was ready
For a Magic Brew
My whole crew wax as old school
I got a funeral song
For the long face
I out of place to trace Bullets laced
So I pull the Trigger
My finger on the Trigger
I give yah back and then some
Whack MCs get none
From they Sun as get dumb
I spread a sum
From my lungs to the thugs who front
On one as a stunt they Gun From
The law as all of it Ball
I strike three call the game Set in flame
They couldn’t even name
Each laced with the aim
I stretch as fame
I’m famous out the rain check for who slept on
Whose crew is gone
Dead from the song as they fled in the head
The rushed as crushed that
I brought the Psychedelic Back on a Gun Track

Buds
It’s all love
Until you can’t chill no more
You just started a War with Ephedra
The Score!
I ripped it tore off
I soar off some tablets
I make it magic
Lit that back twist the Cabbage up nice like Ice with Spices
I roll the dice slid in
My cartridge
Back and merge and market it
Just how dark it get?
I’m heavyset
Back with a Gun Threat
As one text on the flex back on X
I write as Techs down your throat
I split the vote up so I could coat intestine
Back with freshening
I’m letter Set it
Ring
The ding off the Wing for one caged
As a sage in a rage on stage
Flip the 12 Gauge
Shotgun
I got a lot of Sun
I’m popular on top of the World
As Stop Sign with a Gun
I’m like this Sum
As the drum kick
I murdered it
Straight served you
To turn crews blue into word drew
Up the platter like it matters
I scatter atoms subatomic
I’m about to Bomb Hits


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/08/24 05:23 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869851 - 12/08/24 09:37 AM (3 days, 8 hours ago)

I’m Magic
Unearthed the classic of the had it step into the section back and dead Sun
All I chill with some Meth
I busted a left back and crept
Swept like a broom your room all in the tombs with new moons overhead
That’s Set
License like a Gun threat
That’s one on Ice and I roll dice trigger finger of Mike’s
Deliver the singer
My advice is to linger and hinge off I binge watch
The kettle boil all settle metal spoil the rebel
I got this head I pull I full of the wool I get it in skull
Deadhead as they to bed knock this
Feds Lock it fled overseas the topic
I popped it
Shop it for chocolate
My box hit I Lock the shit down all One with the Crown
How you like that?
A baseball bat scatter the flats in the State come pack that
I run a track back as one sack?
I got the Gun on the map
I made it twice static
Blaze tight
An addict

The Gun Threat
Popped
Locked and loaded around the Block I step rolled in the Solar Wind Flow
I tripped it up to tippy toe
Then set the mode off the funk flex
I roll specs
Trap a Gold Text as sold X
Back and fold the Set
Here comes Death creeping up slept on
I bet you wrong to sleep on Death you gone
I get the flex with left
I rep a stance that man slid up the plan bid high
As an Eye I try to relieve the why in this receive
The bind up bound
Mountain of Ganja
Fountain and I bomb your scout out rounding
I’m pounding the target like Gaza
I flow with heat right the sheet heart stopper
Complete Soul shocker
The party crasher the box with your hasta splash the Gun cast the Spell
It’s in Hell I see you
All I breathe through I lead to the Tree grew
Around I sound before I’m bound
I like to lounge and kick it
Murder
That’s the ticket
To get wicked
I flick it bic
I sick with the Lift
I mic up 6
As top as the box gets Lit
I stop the threat roll and stay jet out
Get the lead out
Speak your head around
The grounded I bound to
Push a round through


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/08/24 10:09 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869853 - 12/08/24 08:27 PM (2 days, 21 hours ago)

nice writings man :spinleaf:

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Re: poem [Re: Jenny]
    #869854 - 12/09/24 04:35 AM (2 days, 13 hours ago)

Mugshots
Running up
And running up on crews from Drug Spots
All I need are Pounds of Pot
To get my system to bump
Why not?
I get shot at
I run it back and bust not
It’s tragic
But I got to have it
Buds run underneath the Streets my heart beats
Tripped some 6 Gun
All I got is the heat and then some
I’m dead with a Gun
I Trip
My head sprung
I could release a sheet about a dead thug
All push and all shove
But Bud tugs at heart strings
I busted Wings back and Kings
Filter that
I built for a sack on a jack move
Filled with the maximum groove
As ample I smooth that
Cancel they who is that?
Move to the trap
As Scooby Doo
Lit the crew up
With Scooby snacks
Buds like who do the tracks on Ice?
Murder caps for the device I split it twice
Bullets came and went but I got a roll of pennies
Back and end this heat
I bust a Street Style up on the beat smile

And pull on a J that Soul while I fold the Green Mile
I profile a Ganja bomb on
I’m calm on the song I light it long

I bomb buds
On a real Street Style
The beat while I heat the Street
My funds as cheap as the Ones you got
Beads of sweat shot up the beat to the Stress Weed
Product
All locked up on a song as tough gong
I spit it dead song as headed there
I bet you are on the Set beware
A bullet come near so I steer clear
I left you to sear
I shed a tear and drank beer like I stang and come the swang cause I hang
In the rear
I could cold wipe a sip off
Left the mic glossed the head boss over
For they dead with the toss in the roller
For a folder I Trip that roller
A real MC told yah
Don’t forget it Buds?  I get sweated by thugs who murder rub
I rub a spot on a dot that Gunshot
A Bullet plots on the fullest for the pull trigger pull hits
They bigger than these keys they smoke Trees
Got the skis burning earning degrees turning Spots
Like Cheese
That’s all that you got?
Jeez I spot it a feed in the dot as the plot has thickened
Turn this up thick in the burn
I under the Water Main as I bust a vein
I do the come through as I run true Ganja smoke
Lit it and get hit then quit with a stick to the script riff on a spliff


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/09/24 04:56 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869857 - 12/09/24 05:46 PM (2 days, 3 minutes ago)

Gettin’ Stoned
The service is dead you home in
I roam in the land as I Lamp and roll then
I cold wind blowing
Flowing over all the known thing
Ringing hinge on the bring it then
I sting when I bust it Wing Tip
I hit up they sit up and get then to get up
I twisted dead cut that bread back until I fed a sack
The aftermath
I chill and stamp and amp on the Lamp I got
I got the plot that cancel shot
I ran shit a lot as my hands they dot on
They spot on pull it
A bullet back ricochet off like fade into
The blade drew drawn like a bitter song
I lift it combat the ticket as the bomb back
I sifted through as twisted think I threw
The drinks over links I’m askew
I task that as true as the map was
I psyched for Camp with the Buds
Waxing off thugs my title as scrub that
Rub that Bullet out as amps come
I ran some shit
Hang off the grip as I pull the trigger lit
I fully deliver the hit there
And run with the Gun to spit one
I got they skip sum and at bat
Chill with a sack
I react on the Haze as Blades pulled
The days I Sun Rays blaze as the thunder stains
The wonder of the Gun under the Gun runner fades
Tai Chi Swords

We wax on brew
All you gotta do is wax on too
I sacked up
Sing a song as crew they Lamp Buds
I smoke some
I broke a lung busting hit
While the brew on gets me Lit
On One the Sun the Run for Sum tight rinse
A Bullet flips
I twist the tits
I back and mince
Answer that for cancer stab at the master?
I’m about to blast a fool off the block as cast yah
Around the dock
Like I
Lit the mind up
I wind up
Back and rhyme duck
As my spine bucked straight
Until 8
I spin the plate
Get it Set it Blades come from away the Gun plays One Tune
I title Full Moon as one as spoon fed head
The room is Red Blood Dead Thugs
I title as drugs but max as homicidal as One wind down
The road
I Tripped it it explode as I Lift with
The mic I rip hits off
The sift saw as raw that clip jaw as been all off and on
I light a bong up
It’s not wrong to smoke a bong
I like to light Herbs
I got Reishi Mushroom right now!
Swerve!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/09/24 08:31 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869861 - 12/09/24 08:58 PM (1 day, 20 hours ago)

THC
All we make is a dot
I Lock a Tree up
That’s Ganja Green Bud
All we plug
As tight as rug back
I brought a drug back called Meth
We love that to death
I write as intercept you kept swept up
I back as Mexico
All let the heat blow
Until the Weed grow
All the seed we sew
Feel the wind blow
All pay heed to the breed
The underneath the ton of Hashish
I cash as Key as the breeze blew
We grew
Ganja until our heads Lit as Farmer Meds
All title is Feds
We recital until the highs come as drum
The mind Balled up with Sun
I like it like numb as the tongue
I lit this Gun up
I got a Sun Up Sunrise for your surprise
I lit eyes up
My mind struck as they luck has the cluck
I raspberry beret
As I K
Into the day
THC
All we do is as true as the crew knew
We blew up the spot as they shot up

On top of the Lock Love up
As Cash as rub the stuff to ash
I run the mashup
I made a dash and reupped
On Cannabis with the THC

Old School
I drew
The sword from the stone
All crews who brew
Light up
I right up back in front of the line as signed
I mind
Motto is to Silat
I show a low down
One Crown
I cycle as flows around
Roll
The sound of the inbound
Scratch a Gunned Down
One round
I could spit the profound
As I lounge
I spit this down the twisted
Pathway
I spit it
Add Gray and Lift that
Illuminated soon to skate it
Trip you bladed
I Tripped my blades and ways
I title as faded
Lated the posse
As I coffee
I light as raw G
I sight as sore eyes
That born design off one line
I done time
I bust that rhyme
As kind
I what you want rewind
Until the signpost
As aligned West Coast


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/09/24 09:43 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869862 - 12/10/24 01:09 AM (1 day, 16 hours ago)

Crush they crew
And then cross back over
Screw tightened
White Face
Makes it make it take place
In the Wasteland naked
I break it
Crack up the spot and shake it
Cold and seen flakes of snow
Take it
I blow
Up the spot on shot at
I got it right back and track for
Product
I sacked up soaring high
Income
I’m fly and then some
I leave you dead come and get some
All the lead flew new as crew
Dead their man too
I turn up and true as the Gun was
Back and rub crews’ asses
The last shit I think of is
Class it’s a matter of the Gang you claim
Come back I bang you aim
With no brain I seen crews in flames
Shot up turn blue like true as
I flew fast over the spot all who has?
The Moon stands in the sky high above
I drink wine and Posse shine

Harvest
Back at the bar?
We don’t drink unless it’s to stank
Pull up rank
We harvest Ganja the part that’s best is the smoke
The hardest bet to pull the card and jet
I mark this sweat
Off Pull a Tech
The Bullets infect
I snatch a Check
Reflect
Back on X
Make it steps
Into Set that
Reflex and back and thread tracks up
They back up until we chill with a sack up
I got the black buds cause as wax scrubs off
I title as soft go for the vital
My max is rival
Floss
Suicide on the arrival
My mind pull and pluck
Some get stuck at
The buck back
So the Streets chain react
Off the heat clap
A Gun Track I strike a match
We got the Ganja Stash
To pull it back Fast

I fully auto now
At Last!
My thumbs get the rub and thought so
I Bullet soft slow
From head to toe
That’s how I roll


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/10/24 01:46 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869863 - 12/10/24 02:05 PM (1 day, 3 hours ago)

It’s nice to have Ganja for your Tai Chi
I max a Cold Dragon infect
Where Tai Chi came from the name I got is the claim I spot
I roll on a little dot
I plot on Pot
I cycle thought of the lot of smoke I roll scrub
My shirt
Back and work
Master the dirt has it for the Planet Ganja
Stank
That’s Dank and on one
I wax on and off the strong Sun Rays
As I bake
I lift it date to the skip the fate I Trip
Make it take it from the hip
My Brains Drip
I dip as I 8 Ball in the Weight called Skip
I full clip rip the Gun off Lift the thugs off they feet
To the beat of the Street
Guns they meet up
I stir a beat up
To the Trees cut for my Tai Chi
I light this ski sometimes
With one line I lock like Sunshine
I bust it Gun Crime
I seen a Soldier summarize
I lit the eyes up
With my kind
Dragon Style
Tai Chi

Catch a Cold Buzz
Wax on and off Water
Trip that
Torture comes with a big sack
I chill in the ill
I come until I skate the bill is weight
We cop the drop
And Steel in this Pop a Wheelie
What’s the Deal G?
I Trip a Tree and Methamphetamine
I lock a lean off the lock as I topple the top pops like shotgun

I realize I got the rising Sun
From the Drum

The Gun?
I got this Hum
The box is broken thumbs
Always smoking Ganja hung as choke in
I smoke then
All day
Break the Ks off
I light as rain soft
I can’t wait for Water
So I offer the Plaza
Of the hot your lot of Spot I toke as shock don’t
Pop on me!
I got a degree in Tai Chi!
Possibly I shock as the dawn went wrong
Until the screw face
Lit the trace up
Catch the bass dub
I waste a number under what was it rubber?
Eternal Slumber
I smoke a number


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/10/24 02:28 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869864 - 12/10/24 03:00 PM (1 day, 2 hours ago)

I’m trying to rub these Bullets off the track
Good Luck
I need a sack and Fast
I chill on scraps licks
The catch
I mean it I beam with
The stream
All lit the Trip as steam equipped on Water gleam
I Lift the E meant the cement
My beam bent up
I sent upstream
That’s Gun as what’s up?
Scheme
The Gunshots
Pull it off the soft
I rip through as my Trip
Drew back until I screw tracks
I fill and a fool scraps

Got the lightning Lamps
The Gun Camps
I hum off One amps
That’s done as lance
Glance at the stab
The cabin with the wagon rub
As dub as double
Bust a bubble back and thumbs
I chill intact
That’s so ill
I Gun the track up for backup
I might as well Giant Compliant
I start a riot hot as why not
I got the Pot so I data Loft high the fader
One eye the blader
I strum the guitar cry
As the Sun dry up

Chill
And I camp down by the creek
My Guns?
They all Street
I got two and I gotta eat
So I sweeten run it freak the sheets of the seeds and stems
Flowering Tops run the shocks through
As I Box Blue
Blew my top screw it fluid on the rocks
You true as the Glock singing screw this
I crew
Twist up the Ganja Grew in the Backyard
So I in the shack hard as my garden soften I lit it cost when

I toss the ends for the render
Back and big as big adventure for the center I enter

I remember way back when

All the Blades come in Gray Shades
I flip the fades up
Pop a lock as the blade cut the topic off that law
As I draw the Street control the Gun Draw
As a Bullet popped into the culprit
A Gun sweat off
They let off rounds as Techs
Down
I Left a round in the chamber
I lit the remainder up
All I need is Cash
And an Ash
I love my rub as dash with the Water I flash off
Just Say No To Drugs!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/10/24 04:19 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869869 - 12/10/24 10:46 PM (19 hours, 3 minutes ago)

Master Shake
A vitamin makes me light and then I Lamp
I got that stamp the product as I rock right up
I slight as chalk around on the ground tight
I lock a lounge
I Tripped that and mixed it with the Power U Groove on Sour Fruit
I like to scoot I Trip the boots off
Knock the shoes and socks off too
I rock and roll as Gong Fu

I walk straight Soul I smoke a bowl
I drink Herb Teas as Word as Gs
Murder over Keys is unlikely with legality
I strike Crystal Meth back and Death Trip
My lead skip the head flips off the dome as Set it in Chrome
I left it alone
It went right into the zone
On the microphone I’m known to spit a Hawk up
I law as rock as claw the Thunder of the Straw
Hay
Ganja turn me Gray as I further the display of turn a box and press replay
Fiend for the day I can Illuminate Straight
Lift like weight I puff
Take one and lace the drum with Sums
I light up Funds

It’s a struggle
We all humbled by the news of
Illumination
Spit like a radio station on the waves radiation
I’m brave
I spot to top and fill it up till it spill
I get ill drunk
Dunk a chip
My chips sunk over a brick
A Kilo of Cocaine
The real cold
Aim I blood stain
Thugs up in the chain
I explained how I main lane
Flip the traffic past it on the left my Plastic Glock Accepted
Into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!
I drug on name

Set the stage as right lane I shock my right brain into one
As the Sunshine I smoke Bud it’s time I chug
I flip the glove on love as dub a rubber sum your shit up gone under
Undercover such as the rough end
I bust it bend over
Till I roll there and dead air
Make the boss come near until I steer straight into
Through the window
Bullets breeze like the wind blew


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/11/24 02:52 AM)

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