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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869874 - 12/11/24 03:11 AM (1 month, 4 days ago)

Crippled Crews
Cripples turn into rubber and move to the groove straight from underneath
The beat on the Street
I beatdown to the breakdance as they play it in the stance
Of the B-Boy
I spread the heat all over joy of the toy Gun
POW!
We don’t allow this

You gotta bow and make a fist
I’m down
Down the drain a Crown lit the rounds up I smoked a Pound up
I hit the lounge
The master the town is dead when heads come together
Forever I Bastard
I better for the past to tore as War the Water Fast I core in store
Seen the floor drop
POP!
Gunshots nonstop until I tour as in the shop I score
I flipped some Rock Cocaine
Freebase
I smoke a hit and the G I chase with Weed I step into the laced
Then proceed
All Cripples need this
Why I bleed I exist it’s priceless
What I got I shot out
Snatch the bomb out the system
Cold friction left this
Like a Leftist with the head split back at the Set then Trip
The first Step
I Dead
Mix the Psilocybin to get live and the party rock way past 9 I spot a dime
She’s mine

The Psychedelic
All I hit
My mind is the climbing up the spine variety until a diet of Methamphetamine
I solid Green Bud
All my Chi I chug a brew or two to get with crew for all who flew
On diamond mind slid
Into the bind I bid as rhyme has
I spit a mind Dragon as one has the sum fast
Before I cast I rap a stash up
Smoke the Grass Up
I don’t cut class
I stuck as passed the buck?
I dance on upchuck the throw up vomit
Sure you not on the bomb hit size as rise into the skies of Psilocybin
I got the eyes
My mind is inclined to signed
I rot a crime as stock as
The shot has the Block I ran
I understand there’s no one man team as what crew you dream
Into what scheme you plot
I seen a live shot into the head as knot I knotty dreadlocked
Keep my head cocked back as Red Blood I shock Feds
I got the hot
I heat the Street up to the beat
One sweet and out of reach I clock as I release the G Lock has
You better haul ass
The Cops coming and gunning rub you out like Sun Link the Gun up
Cast what you dance like?
I pass the mic


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/11/24 04:32 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Registered: 03/01/22
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869875 - 12/11/24 05:32 AM (1 month, 4 days ago)

Atomic Cafe
I sip some Hay Grass in the way I passed the target
I over Hiroshima about to drop the bomb dead calm
As I Set as I head back fast until the dead I cast as last I track
The master spat at the Gat had the rap as handed back stranded
I lift the land up
It’s all Atomic
The Atom Bomb hit I strike it just mic it get the heat right up the Street Fight
I spit a G tight as a Tree I strike like lightning
Smokestack
Bring the folk back home
All strap as roam I got the phone I’m on sing the song of the bong
Megadose until I track toast all avert the track the most
I capped
Atomic
Bombs hit the targets I charge it
Last hard as they Yard I sweat
Market the Tech
Crystal Clear expect the rinse the gear off swept
Where it came next
Atomic
Splash as I saw in half the rafters riff up I Trip Up
I sip up the cocktail
As I lock and bail on G
The Chinese Laundry
I bomb Ps Platinum
I’m Fasting

I lit the lantern got the cancer splash I answer
Last the murderous dancer split the chance tah
Get the hands in
I scratch a Gang then
Cast that Bomb Blast
Atomic Cafe

A big drink of Water
I cross off your job offer
I float softer across the law been
Up to the God then
I speak of the Sodomy
I rock down and gotta be massively
Hittin’
Spittin’
Don’t quit get lit
No shit
That’s about it
I write it Trip the lights up
Switch
I might hitch
A ride inside the mind
I rock the Psilocybin
I get live in
On the tracks I write facts
Release from Straps
Heat collapse to the beat
I run the Streets
Double up BLEEP
I dust as creep
On trust as they buck spazz
I must have it I grab it
The Water habit I got
Girls are on my jock


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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

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OfflineSolid Log
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Posts: 3,288
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869878 - 12/12/24 05:07 PM (1 month, 2 days ago)

I’m back in
Spit up the track
Laughing at your stash you think you’re big time
When I am
I got the country line dance
I chance to ran crew on a spoonful
Of Cocaine
Lit the type of no name up in Ice
Like this I slice
Ticket to Trip it
Razor Sharp
Back and click with this
I rip off the mix of soft and hard off the Boulevard
I Bullet scar of the hard
I mix the Yard with the card up and starred
I got the far down in the town
To spit it now the ticket
Take it
Make it bake it
Twist back and break it
No mistake it

I found Weed
And just took off
I got the Shrooms
And bust on every Product I’m Law
I shot up
The front of your four four
I got a real four four
I on tour now
How I allure
POW!
I strike you through the speakers BOOM!
Collect that
Come right back
Crews respect that
I got a Hep Head
Deadhead
Cat as said bread was flat
Unleavened
I’m a monster
The lead out
Plus I stomp yah
I know some MCs from Compton
I got the Bomb
I’m on one as I calm as
A storm cloud
I Bullet how I fully flip to pull heat
I don’t Trip
When I speak
I grip
The 9 mm
I got it to repeat on the radio
It’s the way I blow up the spot
This party rock
With all the Cream
I’m known as Hawk
I got Glock and fully beam
Unseen until the tilt the scheme
I make it
To shake with the flakes
Mix the fake up
With a Bag of Grass I tag up your ass
Then throw it in the trash


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/12/24 09:28 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869879 - 12/12/24 09:57 PM (1 month, 2 days ago)

I float
Roaming on Cocaine
Smoke some Crack
The flow down the drain
I cope with wax
On the Blood Stain
A Thug Refrain
I pull the plug on your lame
What’s your name?

I got your brain in the socket
I’m about to shock it
Lane where the box kicks
The lock stops the Four Four With
My Core as War from
The storefront
I speak and more Sun
Where’s my Gun?
I got a bunch of em

I crunch a punk ass rapper with gas
I flat the tires
You about to expire
Shot your car up
You in the thing bleeding out the shots ring
I’m number one The King
I got to sing for the Pops hit
The Lock split
I shot shit up they flip
When the stock dropped
I stopped the heart at charts
Propose how I roll the Os
I Trip with
I heard a Gun sick with
No Cannabis
That’s why my Gun licks
I got the the damage done
Where I come from
We smoke a ton of Ganja
Sun
And I’m on from the Rasta
Smoking rolling a lot to cold Streets
I Blocks to roll sheets up Beats
I rip up the scene with my beam
Underneath the fleet I tour with
Born been on the floor
Heat at they meet
I Gun I speak of
They heat cuz they beat up
Beat Street
Slip the tongue out the reach with
I freak a slipped up you get ripped up
With slugs
I took all your drugs

Crews come and go
I seen a MC I known in a dream
I scheme
I seen a MC tight as six Pence
Whence they friendly
I head Trip
Slip up the beat skip
I’m leaded
Back and Set it
Set Trip
So my head flip
A lot of Crews dead grip on flew over
Lift this roller
Soldier
Commit until I’m older
I title holder
Roll the boulder away
Smoke Hay
I live for the day I play
And they say
Crews come and go
I seen a MC I known in a dream
It’s like this lean on a friend
Put your head on my shoulders
I title roll worth as vital
Stole the purse
Lit the hearse off Gun Burst
I spit with the thirst
Trip the burst as one works
The job done
Until you mob son
I light it raw sums
Funds
Smoke in the lungs
Inhale
Made bail
I seen a crew Tripped it stale
Down that way they play
Flip the rail stray
Spit that Gray
Until you fade away
Crews come and go
I seen a MC I known in a dream
This is a party scene
Sever your artery
The hard hit the target
Mark it G
A stark as the Sun gun runner
Under like a number I smoke
Choke on the cogs turn
As laws you learn
To burn up
I spit it turn up
In the casket
Back and flash it
Title ash it I splash Trips on
I lift long until the song
I light a bong to
No words for what I’ve gone through
I drink a tall brew
For my crew
Crews come and go
I seen a MC I known in a dream
This is a party scene
Relight that Green Bud
Yo I know some close to me
Need it fluid C
And the truest
Like we all knew this
Break out with the Shrooms



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/12/24 11:59 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869880 - 12/13/24 12:24 AM (1 month, 2 days ago)

Got a Street Style
I grill Meth
With the witch’s brew
Death all over the room
It’s High noon
I Grilled all night last night
Taking flight
I turn the light on

That’s why I sing this song
The Death Gone
I Trip an extra Strong One
I got the song numb
Going from head to toe flowing
Showing love
It’s glowing rub the whole thing
A Whole Wing
I sight as Gold Dream
Rewrite on I told you I team
I scolded
Twist that pop now
As I powerful down like a Water Tank
Bank!
Tripped this stank Weed
I got the seed to proceed
Meth makes my nose froze
Up into Death
Death Row is where they show you
I told you
My whole crew lit the Vertical Grills
We make speed bikes
Rolling through nights
On back country roads Ignite
Explode
Exploding Stars
I lift up the R is like a tar
Scar tissue
Pistol standard issue
Four Four
I Been true as my fist drew back
I seen a fool who needs a sack
Most didn’t make it back on the track
My soul is intact
I almost died on a ride
The Trip is supplied by the forest
We forage for Shrooms
Chorus!

Shrooms
I bought Cubensis in California
I lex twist
With a head that peaks up into the Streets
The Gun Beats
I foraged in Washington
Wild Psilocybin Mushrooms
A bunch of different kinds
I spit that
Find?
It’s a kick back after the Trip
You still lit
I type to knit up fit up

The rip up tracks get up
Wet up
Keep your head up
You about to Medicate Hardcore
These Shrooms are the BOMB!
War is calm as
Calm the War the Bomb Has
My mom Drags me
Around in bound in the Lounge
I got over a Pound
I Tripped it slipped it up now
And then
I made the Blend
Bent
I Trip Meth
The subject
I rub the rest out
No doubt there’s a showdown
Where one sound
A pin drop
I heard a POP!
My head Locks down
All the spots sound I smoke Pot
Pass it around
The Glock
It’s hellhound that I melt around
I’m on a Gun Trip
Flip myself with wealth
I got a Grip of Cash
Sun in the mashup
I Heat up to ash cut
From the flashback
Trust that


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/13/24 02:18 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869881 - 12/13/24 04:09 AM (1 month, 2 days ago)

I need a Gold Pot Leaf
Reefer
Preferably Eaten
The Streets beat up
All the heat up class
I ran right past it
With the Grass
A certified classic
Comes in flavors you just ask for cuz
I write the track after War
As the amps core
I Lamp
I snore through camp
Circle Wagons
The Dragon
I got the bag
Seen it swag with the graduated
Flipped it skated back on Gold Plate
Sold weight
Tripped it
Skipped it no debate
I twist that
If I need a Spliff
I done in the night shift with one on the right I light up
Spit it right up
I’m about to slightly crush
Bust that
A head rush
I get it must the dreadlocked
Rasta cop one?
For the Sun I Lock a ton up
Pass the Gun Bud
That’s rhyme as thug plastic
Back with the classic
I kick ass meditate
Hawk
Kilos on the below freezing
Sneezing about the breeze in Yin Hands
I light for grands the man who stands
I raise the flags of the stagger
Lit the jaguar
Of the jungle
They mumble
I humble
Back and One Chill
Must I bust ill as touch that?
I come back with the Sum
All over Sunrise in the eyes
What a great gift my mind signs the Trip up
Crews they get Buds
And flip the script was it does
As the smoke fills the lungs
I light up done that with the strap
Capped like flows that Water soften
I often spit the cost goes down
A round from Soldier found the roller
It gets bolder and slow down
I wear the Crown

Herbs
Can I get a skip, pop, Trip the spot up
I lock up
Then down
I flipped the Crown
The sound was a buzz
Coming back dozens I love the rub in the drugs and
I such as the dust has the structure to touch store
Herbal Core
For Four Four
I went on tour with a lamp I scored
Cast as born on the track was torn
Till early morn
I light adorn
The coat I float with is worn
I reach the shore before Sunrise
In my eyes the Gun as high as the mind can Dragon
Dance into the advantage on herbal sank the ship

I dip into the school of thought you caught up in
Spin
The top and then nonstop hit the bottle of the mop up
Stop up gunk they plunk
A topic as popped as the Block has Blood Hawk Screech
Ganja is now Legal Herbal
Unseat your word below born as feeble
In War each soar as they Key
Intelligently
Sent free after bent G up
I light a Tree up


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/13/24 05:34 AM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869882 - 12/13/24 09:38 AM (1 month, 2 days ago)

Psychedelics
And the Water Tank
With Bank!
I slipped up rank
As I dunk in was as sank
I got rushed with a shank
I title as they length
Trip the strength up
I got it rang shut the door
As core is War
I seen in store they got it
Hot item I rock inside they venom
I got the ending
Mending ends into the quilt that killed
I title filled the Bible still
I got title
Homicidal
I seen MCs rival
I’m Tribal
Lit the mind all up inside they glide true
As I ride with crew down
To true as flew into the viewpoint on a joint
I got it to the coin flip as dip one
I skip Sun
Plot a lot with a Gun
That’s a hot one
Numb
From off the drugs for plugs
I Soldier for thugs to War with
I score with Trips
I’m on tour with the cure for flips
The title as style back in vital
I got it tidal wave crash
I got my stash to ash down
I seen the last crown going down
Out of town
I spit it bound
Out the lounge
I Trip in rounds
I got a lot of Water
But not the kind that order find
A reorder my spine is sorta
Straight like weight
I seen a state as flip the cake
Take it back and bake
Shake and bake
Make it great
I seen this
Beam this
Skate

I’m making contact with
Water
Your core out the Sun Down
I Tripped it one round
I dripped it
From around
The Gun called a Pound
I Lock that from town to the city
One hit heat up the Street
Gun fit beats
Up structure that
One Rap
I seen it bust once as from the source as conform that ill as swarm
I lit the torn up
Cash this corn up
I lamp as War
Duck
Your head flush out
I crush out
And rush down when I spark One
I on top of sharks come
I spit a large sum
Well aware I stare at they beware and nil as whereabouts
I Trip the stare you down as one round in the chamber
Gun sounds like they thumbs down
I lit the
Get the Trip to rip through
As I dip unscrew the lick
I sum as thick as they trick has the blip
On radar I fade far as blade in the star I sprayed
My weapon back and crept in
I write for except I spin proper
On top of the lock I mind boxer


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/13/24 01:15 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869883 - 12/13/24 02:57 PM (1 month, 2 days ago)

All I need is a plug
And a dot
On top of Sweet Ganja Leaf
I rock and stay a sheet
As float away the most at the end of the day
West Coast
I bet you coated
Float away the most at the end of the day
That’s comatose
Split the vote down
One round in the chamber
Stranger
Fiction causes the sickening quick lit the ring up the Gun sing like
I be the hype that blade swipe
Blood all over thug pipe as cold fold up
Rolled up
Tripped it sold Bud
I Trip a Scud Missile
Coming at me
I don’t have a high battery as I flattery gets you nowhere
To stone as cold air
Twist that known to bear arms and flip stare down
Lit
Beware of rounds from Pounds Click
The sound thick I lick the miss as nix that spin a battle back pull the trigger
Squeeze like disease a Bullet Sneeze
Back and crease
I got the lease on
I feasted on the dawn at least till drawn

The heat is on
Down the Street I smoke as bong and eat Chinese
I lock the Gs up
All Trees cut for Speed front
On the seed a Tree stump
All they thump the bass drum
As taste sum
As the case in it faced with the Gun
It’s a problem

Every blade of grass
As fast to fade
When the rain dried up
Like a mind cut by the classical music such as the tunes twist and turn into the ear as appear
I sear
To the rest of the flesh and blood
Each piece I got I dug a spot up to chop up got the hot buck the knot plot the over the top
Water Tank drains down
Bank!
I'm liquid
Thanks for the ticket
I rip the Trip up because I double dub back as trouble cut popped a bubble
Stopped up
Dragon locked up

It keeps Raining
All brains chain and
I blame the Acid for what lasted track mastered
I wrap up cast my net
To see who is true and been through school like the Veteran
What Set you Claim?
Each rain speaks for the return I be reborn all the heat worn
Me down
I light my crown up
I’m around BUCK!
I speak the town English
I sing for scriptures apparent
I drain down and wear it
The Suit
Before I shoot I say peace to God
I release for the job to heat heart throbs to the beat
I Soldier from the fleet as I roll here
I drink a cold beer


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/14/24 01:20 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869886 - 12/14/24 01:35 PM (1 month, 1 day ago)

I shut em down
One round
Flock to a Glock I repeat nonstop to the beat cocks back
One sack
One lung as I strung back
I’m here in fact because of drug raps
I carry beer and tax
I release the straps
All tear up
This is facts
Yo!
Cheer up
I been a mere cut above I structure thugs up to crunch time
I spit it One Mind as I seen the Sun a Gun I find
In a jug of Rum
I run rhymes down
From the crown
I shut em down

I made a few Ice Picks
My mind revolves around
Walls abound
I speak from structure to
Shut em down
I relax in Town
The heat’s on
One drum the beat long
A song for the Streets
Double up
Repeat
The trouble Starts from the part where you charge
I lift it car as slick as
The hard part I Trip the art slip back
Into the trick round
I. Shut em down

I read Christian Scripture
And Buddhist Sutras
I move product
A lot
My BOOM!  Shocked
Welfare reach for the Glock
As all elders bear the stock
I heat stop!
Keep the peace as I seed for at least
A feast to recede into thought
I mean what I got?
I get it Hawk
As thread that
I seen as head back with the Red Tracks
Pumping said rap
I front the Wings on you
As stump
The murderer thumps
I burn through
As earn as I churn
For eternity crew
Nothing new
I turn the key

I one Street away from Heat
One drum beat
One Drug Sweet
I like to smoke Reefer
Cheaper
I sweeper of the Street the beat creep up
I mean it drugs back like fetus
I complete just as I beam
Does the dream cut back
On Sun?
One Gun as licensed Hum
I ring and become
The thing as I stun
I get it back Numb
As relax heat the Sum
From tax I relax
Chill and Top Bill!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/14/24 03:08 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869887 - 12/14/24 03:53 PM (1 month, 1 day ago)

Become Athletic!
Hear the drumroll
My thumb swoll
I run a Gun fold
As cold as ski poles
G turned as heat burned
I spot the Glock
As product locked up
I stop the truck
And run it
The run the sums
And from it
I hit
Like this
I twist these Reefers
Freeze!
You in the bleachers with keys
Stink of the drink and sink

One link
I shot the think over hinge squeak
I got it white sheet

As call it
Ball it
Revolve hit the wallet
Is in full effect
I wreck a lens bent
I spent the heat on
I reborn
As I seed it core as heat it
Bust it beat it up
That Deed Done
As I’m Weed One
The Sun from Shotgun
I Lock a lot of
A ton of Shrooms
With the Full Moon
I license
Crew soon as Ice flips
My mind grips
On the trips
I lick off at the tread then
The AK-47

I chill inside a Moonlight Ride
We about to go inside the Mind
For a Trip you could find a Grip of Cash
The stash ills
I release the hundred dollar bills
I Lock on the dawn
As I saw seen in the dream one Gun Gleam
I murder over team as serve you Cream
Guaranteed
We bleed
As cycle cold feed as they hype pull the trigger
Figure on a deliver
I get it hit yah up
I seen as beam in Once
As the front I steam
All heat clean as Sum as
The run you blast
A task on the longest day
Murder A Tre Victims
I sickening when I Wing
The written
Get your hit in
As off as soft as Lift then
I cross up the floss
For it to on tour in War it
I pour it
Back and floor it
The Gas
As task as one Tack Grabs the match
I run and stash Cash
I Sun as the YEAH!
All heat as run the Street like God Damn
I repeat I bust it on the Weed
For something
So nothing flow like the Gun Thing below
They creep
As Gun Fold
I twist one rolled the victim
As ash as the gas can
Release a Bullet Jam
I ran the thing
A Crack Addict
I practice swing the Bat
And that’s that
By habit
I Max an Automatic
Mac 10
With the Bulletproof Lens
Cocaine bent
Once the Street I get in the ends for repeat


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/14/24 04:55 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869888 - 12/14/24 05:30 PM (1 month, 22 hours ago)

Cash I make is Grade
I chill
One Water till I don’t falter
I got it exalted
Salted with the balls Trip
I call it
Wall to wall it
I brawl lift the torch to scorch
As ill as front porch
With the shotgun on force
I come to The North
Release the pour the gleam and scene
Of the bean stalk walk up the come Hawk
I Gun One as long
I cycle
Back in
I’m still rapping up a magician
On the Magic Dragon
Yo listen!
We about to glisten
Stop the stitch in
Get rich then rinse
When
Repeat
To the beat I drop some Street Knowledge
What you call it
I swallow a sip of Water
Thought your Trip
Needed spicing up and drip
Brains as One Lane Traffic
Back hit the lick
The mix is thick
I rewrite as trigger
Finger Winger of the blend
As sent back and bent

Pick Mushrooms
Rare varieties I don’t try to ID
I need an expert with Keys
That head jerk back

When I chill with a sack
On 22 scratch the Bullet flew
Over the road Trip the toes too
I flip a Platinum school
Relax and Gun Turn
As the back it blew
Into the track
I’m on a sack as release
The heat max
I Green down
Relax
With my Weed Spell
I smoke the Trees and Gel
I make Cream
Sew the seed of Ganja
I’m back on top of Mushrooms
I spin a crush groove
As one boost the level
True as rebel
The hell I sell
I rebel against the Well I draw Water
Tell I halt your L
I fault of the wall
I jolt pass the Lightning Bolt
I spin it Gold
Until I hold Platinum
I scatter all they at bat
What’s the matter?
I love shrooms with the Gat and Sun

And Moon
We ride on Witch’s Broom


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/14/24 05:50 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869889 - 12/14/24 07:02 PM (1 month, 21 hours ago)

I put the buzzer to the head
As wuz as cuz your Shrooms turned me red
I dose high as fly the guy try
A Bullet fly past
The last time I Tripped
I can remember the bells ringing in the church as work
My head jerk
At the thought of
The law coming up on these raw
Fresh picked
I max a lick as one Wick
I dare you to a T
To take the whole OZ
I tear a Trigger back
I wear one
Bigger stacks as they air a run of Sun

I locked as done a cycle
I’m Michael N
Revolve with the call it a Trigger
Back and solve a Bikini
With the Z
Shrooms make the Z
So I pee up a flagpole
As I rag told the story
Born Street
Ignore the beat
I truck back and the Gun CRACK!
I write a rap
I scatterbrain and in the lane in a frame
Caught my name for a second
I wrecked
Aim as check swing the thing I ring
Ding
Clock as sing I rock it
Bring the Lock lift the Product
I’m on top of the Trigger
Deliver with the
Trip I skip
This make you shiver
To think of the peak

I’m the Fasting Fairy
Avalanche when I dance
I can’t spell
A word as bird
Until the 3rd of
What word is glove?
You heard of the structure
Puncture one as Sun
I need a Lungbusting hit
Of Ganja quick
I get on my knees and pray 3s
I lift these Gs
Into the Bullet freeze
Chill when all is ill
I Trigger for real
So what’s the deal
I peel with my finger on it
The trigger long sick
I ding dong your dog
As ring wrong in the fog
I chill with some smog I’m on
Pack a bong
I’m chilling on this song
I’m not chilling wrong
I’m chilling gone
I release a track that heats
Rewrap a Gun Cap on beats
Beat the Streets out of fleets
For white sheets
I clock as be that
With the Sun at my back
I heat tracks with ease
I come in 3s
I Lock the cheese up
The breeze come
I sneeze
Gun Freeze
Bullets come and go
My steez
I fully of the flow
As roll
My head and degrees
Rise as eyes seen
One beam
I under steam
Lit the Street up
We meet up at 3


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869894 - 12/15/24 03:22 AM (1 month, 12 hours ago)

I want to grow Buds
Pitch Balls
Ganja calls the plays
The runner stays on 3rd
I wax as word up
I Ball and turn up the Volume
I swallow up a Truck Jewel
I spit it back out to sound the rule is down I school the whole Town as drew back a round
How you like that now?
I seen it POW!
Lock it the Bikini back I cock it
Stopped up on Pot I rock Solid shut my Ball Hits
I solve it
Halt
Your Trip is a rip on the skip dawn as lock
I quit Methamphetamine
I run as scheme on unleaded gas and Cream
I adjust my beam
I eyesight keen on strong as nights I gleam
In one right
I dust that back and truck
Mean to duck raps you jack
I run the Strap with a sack
I’m sick of Guns I pitch Balls and thumbs
I got the drugs for thugs
I dub the rub as in the club
I number numb as they wonder where it comes from
My Thunder I pack as lumberjack
I Sum the track
When I stun
Right with it the ticket to trap lick it stack terrific
I blitz it blizzard
Sold for Wizard back and mix it
I get it what is it?
I skip the Trip you Trip with I slid in
Home Run as the Sun
I solid come with the Ball Hit again I follow with the Pen I called Gold as I sold

I need Reefer
So I can test the Chi of different products
I’ve been fasting and testing Chi
I like a Lantern
My man burn up
I turn up missing on the milk box
Chilling smoking Rocks
I’m tightening my Glock up as stock but I Locked
I mixed it talk the speak as liquid
Back box and 6 in
I victim of the rinse
I do it a Bullet as tense as fully spread the thoughts slow as Red Blood Flow
I dead from the undertow
I lead it up blow the Feds out
I seen a medicine no doubt

I’m a Veteran mind boxer
Handle blades and dance on the brainstorm
As aware you worn down
I wear the Crown
Spit and crews can’t handle the script
I right in rules
I frighten Kids
I might magically I bend the task as the last plastic cut has the spazz
I master on Grass
Chilling
Testing Herbs and Fast with my Reefer word up
I reach for the stars you heard of a Dove
I chill in love with the skill I got
I real before I shot at I Lock Back
Run the map off the ends
My style bends space and time
I’m on the why in this fresh as the spine heat bent for the Street
It’s Street self defense
I speak the heat of the sense it make to Bake
Ganja


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/16/24 11:05 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869903 - 12/16/24 11:46 AM (30 days, 4 hours ago)

The medicine is unlimited
Herbs coming back on a track
I murder ten speak the blend as receipt
A Drum Beat
One Soldier on the fleet is a roller
Tip it Colder
I flip it
Max and rip scratch pop the record infect as forward toward it
My sword lit as I scored
I Trip the morgue up
I seen it more BUCK!

As cash as truck
I man as once as the Gun has the heat the beat on the Street Jazz
I Sum for repeat
Clock as the Block has the Gun grab the Sun had it’s day
In one lay around don’t play around
Make my way around
The ground I walk on I root through and make a move
With the Earth on this true I walk as thirst
For Water I shock as further the stock serve up
Word Up
I Trip it burn tough as ticket
Like Mex I rip I mix it
Try the variety
My Eye it be gelling
As my Mind it see
Belling
I rebel against the Hell
I Trip a Gun swell in the hand
As Grands as Sun
Banned from the radio for too numb
The stadium is where I stun
The play for a Sun Ray I done for the day

I caught the doughnut
Off
You bum a smoke?
Reefer?
Told you
I sleep through the movie track as groovy as
They had me
I imagine freedom as Key
We lead some to their final destiny
This track
The rest will be about the Reefer
Teacher?
Back in the speaker

Move the sheets I in tune as soon as
I inhale the Smooth Jazz
I prevail
Catch a stale one
I don’t bail
I just smoke a couple
Back and truck you’ll need
Kilos
I feel the need
So I recede into cracks
All proceeds are coming back
Some call it Weed
Herb, Ganja
All along I strong as farm as the Big Pharma?
We don’t touch it I such as Trip
A Gun to grip?
Nope
We be sailing Reefer Smoke entertaining
Explaining how we bow
I make it shake it how
I take drags and snake hits
The Wu Tang
My screw rang out
The mood swing
I crew as ring the bell
For the elevator
Soar as to the top floor
I light it hot box before War


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/16/24 02:32 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869906 - 12/16/24 03:34 PM (30 days, 36 minutes ago)

Bail on the Station Trip
Ball
Inhale one
Never fails I bring the Sun
And Rainbows
With the Pots Of Gold at the end I bend
On the strength
I got the length as grip the one sink on over before I turn Cold I Roll you absurd
Bird has it the Verb
I black on as wax
Gone with the Ganja Sacks
I’m one on the song
I long for the thing coming back we got Wings
Two Kinds
I service two minds
Crew as true as bind as blue as the new
I Lock the time is
The rhyme skids on the dime I slid through
Weak as been drew off one flew I cough then
Reefer the boss when I sleeper
I keep a new as the feature BLEEP your creeper
As heaters drew
In the theatre of combat
I just bring the bomb back
Ganja Stack with the shock
I wrap up rocks
I seen it off the docks with Bikinis

Make a Reefer stack
For three cheers
From the back
I run a sack
On
Black Dawn
As Yin Hands Strong
As Arctic Winds Cold as Gold I Rolled
I Trip it fold
Skip town as lit down
Reefer sounds good
To the stood on one foot shook
Likely to look as good as knock on wood has the Ganja should you Speed?
Once Bleed
Thumbtacks
I relieve on Gun Tracks
But I got that Reefer in the back
I strum on tracks
Guitar hack
I right back in fact I plastic
Got the Gat sick
As Gun talk was One from Hawk
I bled a C Walk
As heat cocked
Around the Block nonstop I could see a heater drop
I beam around the sound as one Green lit the rounds up
Get your Pounds up
It might sound tough
But if you can get it you headed for the threaded
Fit the pipe that screw right in for the win!


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/16/24 03:53 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869907 - 12/16/24 04:40 PM (29 days, 23 hours ago)

Water
My whole body feels dope
I shotty
To smoke with
I Kona Coffee
Smoke a law up
Brawl up the spot with lawlessness
I Ball and chain in one lane with the twist up Reefer
Seat your ass down
Like class clown you been around
I seen the Pounds

Lock in Lounges and Locked nonstop in Gong Fu around the clock I drew
Ganja spots
My crew takes off
By the lake we flake as made out
100 routes the Game down South
I blame Reagan for the flavor of the Drug War
A traitor
As the inflation raise the stakes in
Living for forgiving I’m on the spot Ringing
Glocks I’m singing
Tops I been to as Pop that
Spin drew the mop back
So I copped another Reefer Sack
To smoke on Water Fast
I Solid Blast
Call it tracks that Gun maps
On tactics
I practice Tai Chi
So why be a criminal in G?
I shock the line and Ski
Blocks up in the mind I could See
Reefer with the Ps called Platinum
Water Fast I sum on tracks
Back from the land of the lost
The boss with the Weed Cough

I’m buying the
PURE SATIVA
T-shirt
I need it like clean as the scheme
A Gun I grab in a dream
The one had
I run it bad
Until I’m mad crazy
In the phase with blades
Replay the laced up
Space shut as Ace
I Trace it back
I’ve bought a couple sacks
That really stand out
I stand around with the Crown
Buying Pounds of Tropical
The Pot I smother a lot of
Locked the dove has
The Bud Bath
Bubble Hashish

I Splash leaf had the cure for
The newer ones with none
I seen it so I believe in
The Even Steven
Caught the reinvent the wheel
Steel bends
I wield it like I real Trip
It’s Cerebral
Fit the Weed Drew
Off pay heed to 
I need it grew the Medicine
All Veterans for the treasure
I measure the forever
Black and Leather
Had the stats I come right back on
The measure
Soar into the Heavens
Osiris buy us the tried
Trust that mind from
The
Sativa


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/16/24 05:05 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869908 - 12/16/24 06:59 PM (29 days, 21 hours ago)

I Ring a
Ding a
Sing
POW!
Solve Bikinis involved in Problems
All then I revolve around like a Ball
Bend light
I’m ignited off the flight Lift
Off the Ground
As bound for
The Town Store
Called General
The maximum as a decimal fraction
This reaction heat the caption
I sacked up blend Meth with Herbs
As burn as a Bird
Piping hot I burned the spot
I turned it
Dot
I Sign of the plot to
Lock crews up
Drink brews down
I wear the Crown
In the Lounge I bit it
Pounds
I’m liquid
So all we do is party lick the Spliffs up
Each number the heart heat as warm as storm
In the Pouring Rain Drain
Down the storied lane
I Lit the name up
I spit the aim up
Yo!
That’s how I came up
Twist this flame up
I just hit it bladed
Bust that traded
Back and forth
You faded
For sport I Gray did it
Straight Alien

I’m Herbal
Since 1999
I burned slow
Into the eternal
Flow
Of Worlds
Come turn the Globe
I spot a known medicine
Growing in the understory
Of the Forest Glory
Porous
With heat
I turn the Herb into an extract
People my dead black
Pitch
As stitch up
I got the Fist and Fade
They call it Bullets
I call it Blades
I must rave
Attend the A bent they save
Spent on the major
For flavor I inspect
I Wave Blur
Into the fade occur
As I Gaze into the Ethereal
I bury slow
As tear it
Glow
The nearest show their Herbals
I burn swell
Into the furnace
Earned this like Eternity
Spit the Ginseng
Lift me
I Tripped
Off the spin again
I enter the center
Bend light
Adventure
Looking for the Herbs
The pot stirs as I got
The Lock on the
Stock Herbals
I shocked as my
Lock
I Plot on
To Dot
The Herbs Sell
Medicinal Herbs
Tai Chi


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/16/24 07:35 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869911 - 12/16/24 08:22 PM (29 days, 19 hours ago)

Match
A dry catch as flash
Into the flask
This Man
Drinks the Elixir
Hands down
The flickering Lamp
Down
The way
Lights the Path
I’m Gray
I’ve got the Gray Beard
I’m weird to hear
My art sets me apart
I shark fin
I’m all
For all in
To begin
I spin
The properly
Off topic
Heat they rocket
To the top click
I stop thick
In the middle
It’s a riddle
I Solve as I bid you farewell
I sell into the elevate
Straight make it great
Flip the plate
Back and Forth
I got a big sack
Of Ginseng
My mind shrinks
As I link
With the drink
I binge
Off a hinge squeak
I lot as feat
To ink this
Into the relinquished
Disease
People freeze up
No Tai Chi!
I make Chi in the cut
As mind sees
A breeze blows through
The cure
For the disease
Pure Medicine

From the Sun
All thermal
Burn slow
I turn on the flow
Before I roll
I got in store
Some far out
They War
Get the car out
To scream and shout
This is a drive by
Shooting spit your name out
All the ways I came out
I flame down
To the way it’s crown
I’m saved how I made it
To the Tre Eight hit I fade slip
Under the Sun rays
As ones I blaze
I flip for days
To release the shades
As murder pays
A Bullet stays in the came
Come the aim Sum as fame
I’m famous numb
And run the tongue
For hard won
Yard strung
I car as numb as brick of Coca
Lick I smoke up
Crack
No joke rope up
The notice flows I blow up
The spot it’s sewn up
On plot
On Pot Cannabis
I love to rinse
Take a bath it’s math
On the Streets I run the sheets
Fold beats up
The Street Cut
I release
What?


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/17/24 12:48 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869912 - 12/17/24 04:27 AM (29 days, 11 hours ago)

Old English
Breakdown
I hit the streak as busted been off the crushed one as Wizard Sun
I caught in Blizzard
Run the Street
What is it?
Beak?
Bird Chirp?
I to the Beat hum as done as the One has the bloodbath
I run through Mash as Soldier
Stash as Gold
Cold born into torn
Ripped
I’m worn
I skipped the beat as Tripped
The fleet run the Street
We Sun as One had the bag as I go in and stab the had it planned
I stand as Man
With the cannon
BLAM!
I ran it Sun as someone with a Gun flows numb
I told you I become what was as doesn’t buzz fit the club respect the dub
Sack in fact I come back
I lack not
I Pot for
The Rock and Roll Tour I seen it pure
On Beam
That Methamphetamine
I smoke Ganja Green or eat Hashish run the Street as One as Sum has the Gun

Cousin Coffee
I saw it raw as all that all night facts I right back in
With the Dragon I wax a wagon fix the Steel as peel in the real World
I spit that heat that kneel before the sword
I’m dubbed as Lord
I scored flipped the morgue up
With my sword up
I rip the record up
I spit it more than a ton of One has the blast fragment agony accent pay rent
I scene from the Herbal Lean
You heard of Bird well this one has it done as tracks run Red Blood
As Thug dead in the rub out I spit a dub out
From the Gun the Mouth as Sun has the Gun Wraps Magician
Max as vision back with precision
I Locked and listen to the Block the Streets the Glock
I to a T then stop
I pop the Sheriff
As I married to the hair trigger figure that
I live in all black as sack
I magic


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #869913 - 12/17/24 08:02 AM (29 days, 8 hours ago)

I’ve got an Ephedra connect
I got the walk

I run as Hawk Head
Service for the Red as I turn this
Bled over
The colder the roll there
The lower I ground as sound as One Round
I Lock it down
I run the town as Street to Street
The heat from the Guns greets thugs
I beat before I seat in Peace
I got the teeth as box as the walk has the talk as
They run and dance as a stance take the land and shake
Bake one
I Fast and make numb as the place
I taste the Sun

As cold as a coat come
I rock it
Clock with the box sit
On top wet
A Gun threat
As they under the thumb of the from the ton I wax as spun max rung
I’m back!
With a track I funds in the back with the bank as I sank over top rank
Hit the stop sign
Lack I rock the Block rhyme
I signed a baseball bat
To get a kid to scatter
What’s the matter?
I’m famous!
My aim is I Set and aim with the trigger pulled I got my finger on the trigger full
I elite as a skull to the beat
Of the drum
I reverb hum
Yohimbe

It takes wealth to join the Order
You gotta Splash like psychopath
Pay the bill in the afford it to morgue
Ticket to the sword
I lick it
Back and sick with it
The digits
Replenished
Back and ends hit
The medicine

I seen it further than
Some hurt a man
I got the murderer and I serve a
Turn a plot to dot as earn a thought
For loft high into the eye as a One Wing Cry
As the Sun Shine
I was blind
Now I can see the time
I read the clock
As title as Lock
I shocked by the Hawk’s Eye


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-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (12/17/24 09:06 PM)

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