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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871883 - 03/20/25 03:35 PM (5 days, 22 hours ago)

Turning Blue
On Mushrooms
I stick out my tongue
As I dead lung
I drugged
Track the coast is clear covered
I hovered above
WIth love
I break up a nug
I lamp on
The Shrooms
I lit the soon to twist one
With the 6 Gun
Cops try to frisk one
But I’m locked in position
On a mission
Just in this nonfiction
I light as friction
Ignition
In this 
Seen the Vision
Streets 
Gunned down the Street Sweep
Thumbs down
All around Crowns blown up towns
I spot as rounds
I’m hot as Pounds of Pot
With my Mushroom Connection
I spot
Licked the shot
I creep through the Lock
Drip through as I thought
I flew in
Twist this Bird Wing I sing of
The Love
Back and Once I rub that
I spit a Gun Rap for the kids in
The Street
All Souls roll to the beat
I flip the Trees and Shrooms for Real
I see all the teaching

The Water Love
Envelops me
In the Cloak of Glove
Of the rubber spectrum?
I Lit this
Hit that
Sip a sack up
I write and come back up with the Dragon
I just lit the Green Lantern
Like cancer
I grab you
Turn you flew into the brew Witch’s Broom
All we hit in
This kitchen
I stick my mittens on and bong hits
Then listen
Cannabis
I ran the fence as I rinsed
I been born ever since I Tripped
I lit the wick
The bomb blew it
Hit the rule
Cut the school
Flipped the fool’s tool over
Then it spit it
No room to maneuver
In the true as born as truer
Than the ultimate
Flew with the bloom
All I soon to roll over
I’m a good stoner


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/20/25 05:35 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871886 - 03/20/25 05:48 PM (5 days, 19 hours ago)

I want to roll an MDMA
It rolls
My Meth rolls
I separate magic scrolls
As I hold the Platinum
Sold a million
Still I killer
In the victim sealer
Off the dealer
I twist a three wheeler
I’ve tried Nutmeg
Seen the blood head
To the rush
As one crushed
Back and flush
I light it to the right with the trigger bite that
MDMA is an
Excellent
Ring for the Trigger
I bet if I figure
One live for
The bird it soar above
Give a rib from Adam
For Eve
MDMA
The trick up the sleeve
All they heat this Green
I seen the scene
I blow up
I need to catch the flow up
Roll up
Ganja chops the Hawks up
As I walk
I stuff the Dead Birds
As 33rd degree Illuminati

King Salmon
I got the 4M
I shock as I lock up a Trigger blocked the singe with the thing it hinge
Off a binge
I roll and singe with
I’m singey
Got the ring of tree
All they feed in the kitchen to hit me up when I listen
I Glock
In Position with 9 shots
I talk as I walk as they practice
Gun like I Street
Eat some Mescaline
I breed with the torch as Cannabis
I core as Weed
Into Ganja
I Key in the Lock as I heat up this spot
Mushrooms shot over
Rock the Roller
Flip they get it colder as I Yin poison
The Soldier
Yang
I want to slang Cocaine
Try the whole frame
Flipped in the Platinum
Trip back in this lane to grip the chain
I remain
I lottery winner as Spot of the flame
I locked and I came to chalk
The blackboard
I scored a sack with a sword as I wax
Ward Off the coroner
I split it foreigner
Lit the born again
I dissed a lot of Christians
Crossed them out like Christ
I sacrifice in torture
Man as I ran it to the mortuary
I lit the War up scary
I get married after the flash of poison
I got they coin sent to the unemployed
I come from the void
Welfare


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/20/25 07:30 PM)

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OfflineSolid Log
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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871887 - 03/20/25 08:23 PM (5 days, 17 hours ago)

Lucky got busted for selling Crack
And still came through with my 60 Rock
That’s the kind of
I wind of
Lit the Ganja Stalk
Spit the crime was a nickel and dime
I rot in line for the trigger as figure that
Wicker Man with the Spliff rolled with Crack Cocaine
Primo
All these fiends blow up
I turned them on
They knew this shit was lit like I sing this hit song
I flip
Roll a Trip up
Skip the lane as I written cause of pain
I shock through the shame
As we insane
Lit the flame of the Cocaine
Spread it flow came
I Lit the whole brain
Ganja is nice
Coming down off snow
I lit the Soul Wing
Spliff back on track
With the map folded claim
Set As I hold it
The Gun Pulled the Trigger
I always got my finger on it
In this War I walk
As the Hawk I core to lit the block up

I go flying on a dub of Meth
Carpet Balling
Inside the apartment
Smoke a L
I Elevate
I got some Pot left
I select
As I shock breath of the 9 Dragon Steps
I turn the breeze as keys flow
Over with the roll in the Trees
I turn colder
As I fold your hits with
This
I turn a step and mix the flock of the Hawks
I slept walked through the thread the stalk
Of the Ganja
I love to smoke it with Meth I broke up
Sacked a smoke up
Max with the Cocaine?
I wish
I lit it to the roll frame
As Blood Stain
I hold Chains
Now Platinum
That’s just an example of a night flight
We got ample herbs we light
As brighten
I tighten up the mic light the hype on a pipe
Was as buzz
Trip the rub off
Lit the glove off
Spit a ton down as in the cost as round the gloss
Before I lost the Trip I cross up
Slip this with the roll front
As twisted
I’m Lifted



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/20/25 09:45 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871888 - 03/21/25 09:05 AM (5 days, 4 hours ago)

I just can’t get enough Crack Cocaine
Columbian Thumbs
I lit this
Witness?
No bearing on air
Tearing down the claim as Crown
Down
Town painted Red I set
A Bullet led through
Trip the eternal
Turn brew into stew as
I witch’s broom
In the Gong Fu
I clock as I walk all around I lounge on the Lock
I need a Pound of Freebase
Lit this
Chase
The lace with the case as flipped the bass
One under that way it’s the ship
Set sail the rip the bail
Over jail
I mix my Herbals with the Bird swells
As Word sells
This burn into fhe cellmate
I lit a bell rings
Fate
As I dwell in
I clock the tell me you ring and I sing a song with you
Smoke a bong
I got the glue for the long drew in the Dragon Hit
Of Crack
Roll the zip up as I rush I Trip up the lane
Grip the flame
The name over
In the fame
I famous as I brain lit
Maintain the chain
I hit up the
Downs
As I slow down I roll with the whole in the lost and found
Tripped the Shrooms
Then I hit the ground
On the floor for the War
The OZ
Lit this whole Key Up

Big Bomb Buds
For thugs to chill
No one thugs on
I Smoke a Nug
I’m gone tighten the rub back
A Drug Track
But this is Love for Buds
I Trip a triple can’t as lick the run off the hits pull in
The Holy Smoke
I Choke
Lit this broke
I witness
Scratch off this Cash Off
I light the stash
Gone with the Wind as cost
Lit the raw
As all I saw was a Ball
I Tripped it
Hit it
Down by Law
I’m gifted with Buds I Flip Shit
Tight as rips the Dragon
In One
I tight as Sun
Rise and shine till on the Buds
I see the Sign
I recline
And spot the 9


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/21/25 09:17 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871889 - 03/21/25 10:22 AM (5 days, 3 hours ago)

In this sink was
The chain as link
I got a drink of Water
Buzz as I slaughter
All I flew over brew with the true Supernova
Crew love to like Soldier
Chill
I lit this ill until I fill in
The children licked with this War
I hit this tore into
I been drew in the win true as sin
Crew as begin
I flew over lit the Roller brew as I flip this Colder
Scratch that Guns
Tactics I drum up back
Twist the math up
As I Wrap up
I got a sack
Turn black cause as I strapped
I got the max
Buds and I lamp
Throw an amp
A curve for the surge I sang of the word been
Up to 
I truck through
Pass a buck to the run crew as Bullet
Sum
And I Pull the Trigger on One
I’m the fullest with the Drum
I lit this hum
As I flip shit
Tongue
From the Sun
I got the Gun

In Heaven I Lamp
Gold Ropes
Split the Old Folks drug dealing

Soul as broke
I fin to smoke one
I stone as I roll the drum
Lit the bone up
I zone out
All about the roll in this Gold
I flip this come the down lit the drugs I found
As I hit this
Drums all around
I could drop a pound click
Lick the box with
I gotta get to Heaven
Come back and send in
I’m a Soldier Veteran
Of the old form as sword born
In this torn into the warn you
Your Gun is drew drawn all the time
You see Forest Lawn
I Trip a Tree on as I ski
I pop the G sweat till Platinum
Sum respect as fat as the One Dragon
Left
I Bag in the tag
I flow over major
To hit the home on the range
Birds as I flame with words I came
With the surge to lick the Brain
All I got is chains
I got real Gold Chains
I Lock it in Flames
Until I drop I cop some
Mushrooms make a shotgun
I spot Sun up the Block
Streets I make them shock
I rewrite the cocked back


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/21/25 10:41 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871890 - 03/21/25 11:00 AM (5 days, 2 hours ago)

Pass that
Run a track back
I laugh at the Gat you Got
You pull it Streets
Full of the squeeze under Breeze I blow through like Trees Wave
In this shave
Too close for folks to break they dose of the Flame
Caused insane
I locked in the Brain
I Top lick the Chain off Bikini at Problem
Strange in this I drop then
I walk
Double back and track the trouble back to the source
We got a force of the no remorse for in War
I Trip for
Lit the door open
Core as I show the shit you hit with the lick as I soak in
With a sack
I don’t mean to jack
I Black as the back of the track I run they place
I stance
As in this
Win this
Hit that
Trip that
It’s all over with the Baseball Bat
My Wallet fat
I Ball it
Trigger for the clip you swallow it
The Bullet

I sip up the Gold
Tree of Life
I get a couple Waters
I shock as I law
The double that?
Get the fuck outta here
I steer clear of
There’s none of that Sun
I drumroll
I don’t gotta split the Gun up to Flip Trip
Smoke a J and I feel the pain
In locked in the game
I shocked with
The name
I Lock back
Pull the Trigger
There’s no need for it in Heaven I bleed true in the 7
Mark as dusted back as Arc
I lit the Park up
I stash a Mark cut in the shark
They front
I Sun up
To the run as drums coming
Sun with this hum that
I roll as Spliff
Intact with the Hits in rap
I twist Js
With Crack Cocaine Laced
All I hit this chain
I Witness
I don’t wanna have to hit this
You get a slug to the brain


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/21/25 11:14 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871892 - 03/21/25 11:45 AM (5 days, 2 hours ago)

We get it
Had to Set it
The Dragon
Psychedelic Flashback
With the Sunrise as eyes as the Guns Supplied
The Nuclear Triggers
Denied
I Lock and Load
As I flip this Trip
I mix up
They 6
I Rinsed
Water
I finish
With this bean on dream
No Limit
No Cream I seen as digits
I lean
Locked in the top spit the Green Bud
All I seen is thugs
All I breed is they feed off the Guns and Blades
I get the Blade as cost through as funds drew out the FUNDS
Cash
I serve a stash for murder over Cannabis
I max as turner of the spot I burn up
One shot
All you got I smoke this Pot I broke up
That Dragon
Flown in the One Wind
As I send
Sent this bent back and tread on Gun
Relaxed with the heat I got numb
I proceed to lick the shot as I roll Pot up

In Heaven
I reinvent the OZ of Shrooms
Hit a Big Cacti Trip
Mescaline
I spot the lick in the gel as Hell
Flip the Bird over
One roll on a Gun you see the Sun forever as Mag
I bust a tag
Heat up the Streets not
We all on the job as trouble they bubble
Back on the Double
Once as they spazz
I lit the fumble up
They come through duck
As one front
I seen the Sun
Release the Trigger Numb
As I figure
Lungs full of Bud Smoke
When I come down from the Trip
I Round
As flip the Bird for the Pounds
I Lock in the lounge
Sound songbird
Word as I box up a third
I tag the nerve strike
Busted up one pipe as wipe that smile off
I lit the style cost a mile
File in line to try the Bullet as Prime
I pull the Trigger
On the sign
I spit as Set
Crop Circles
I walk as work through the Purple Haze
Tai Chi
Taoist
The downest crew to ever do the Thing with a Bullet and a Wing


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/21/25 12:22 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871893 - 03/21/25 02:50 PM (4 days, 22 hours ago)

Every Sector
Matches Hector Gomez
I lit the Bone
Said a Bullet entered then exit
The blood was
As thugged up
I spit the blood up
I seen it run
The bloody scene on
One Green
One long as the seen I saw in this law
Twisted raw
Into the Ball
I kissed it
Lick the blade as shade
Light this match as maze
As I right pull the trigger
One Flight
Soldier at night
I’m rolling off this tight
I Soul injured
Cold as been singer
Off they linger
Don’t move unless you bring blood
To school with the Gun
I Trip Liquid
Sun back as I kick it
Roll stacks
I fix it
Qigong
Flashing the Gun off as One
Run the cost as lost
Pull the Trigger they gone
As wax as one off the track I turn facts into flip the stats

I need to stop the rain
In the drench
Before I copped Street Drugs
As I walked on
I lit the bong as concrete solid
Holler if you hear it fear it
The Psychedelic
Hawk
I saw that spot as I thought
The progress in my bomb made sense until calm spread
Over my head
You turn dead up into murder
Feds Blood
As Red as they love my Gun in fact
I skip the track over Feds
I turn heads and Burn
Twist it turn
Crash and
Off the stash
I got a lot of Cash
I locked the flash
I stop that
Ring it drop that
Link into the Hat
For murder rap
It’s coming back in
The sack
I drugged up
Raining as I dub run the Wing
As one Bird is the King of this turn into the earn I swing
The hits like ding
You get flipped
I drip the sickness off
Lit this cost
Then Tripped it again raw
As I bent
Your sign meant you defined as dead
Into the climb I shock the line up
Spit the Crime
As such as the mind burned into the Bird
I light the Block up
That’s seen and heard
As max as Word
I Strapped sent the curve into the Verb
Vibe I get Live


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/21/25 06:21 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871898 - 03/22/25 06:43 PM (3 days, 19 hours ago)

It’s time for Cocaine
All this
I misty in the Street
A Gun
As greet as Sum
As sweet as
The cool breeze
Mad crazy
I sniff a line and Lock
For I flip the Walk
Over
Shot
Rolling on the Block
All I intercept was
The Cocaine
Crept up slow
In the lane
That’s fold drain down
As pain
I claim Set
I rock the dreadlocks
All I said I box
Hold this I cold with
With the Pistola
Hit the manhole
Blown the Street
Phone
In the sewer as cure
I run pure
Into the wind blew
All my crew drew the pistol
Down
Spit a round
Now you 6 feet underground
I just scored a Pound
Now I’m all star
As far as the sound flow
I been in and out of town
Crossing the Crown
I sniff Blow
I’m on Death Row
With the Chain I choke
Lit the flame up
One same as duck
They flame out

The DJ!
Rock the Rasta with Meth
I serve until
One Rasta
Dreadlocks
As I talk with the Gun
One Sundown
Trip it rundown
The Gun Sound Pop!
I’m touching Sun
As run of
They drum
As trouble
With this Rasta
I rumble
Shit off
I lit on the law
As all that
Saw
The drawback
Lit this raw rap
Until the sack
Flips the hat over
Rastafarian Supernova


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/22/25 06:58 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871900 - 03/22/25 07:15 PM (3 days, 18 hours ago)

My Serotonin
Turns to Melatonin
Turns to DMT
True story
I made Harmaline
Inside my brain
Firecracker steroid
I avoid
All the toys
I run down rock with this noise
In the background 
I light a sack down
That’s how I wrap around
One Gun
One Pop
As Loaded Glock
Full stop

I smoke the Ganja
Rock the Street up
Beyond heat
As I saw that
Tree as Weed
Has the breed for the core
As I soar
I Trip the floor out the born
As One War in the Street
Where Gangs constantly compete
The 3rd leaf
I Sun as Teeth
With the funds as run as they sweep
Swept
All I kept
I crept through
Until the wind drew the window
Open
I tokin’ some Sativa
As I raw as the top in the
Cop another Pound
I’m down
WIth the AK
And the Crown

I turned into Tai Chi
Walk with me
Down the back country roads as Trees we smoke
On the way
To just meditate
I Trip off
The lit
As we walk
My six
Chalk up
I walk up with the Dragon
And I hangmen
I spit it rang ten off
Then send off
I’m about to bend off and break
You made a big fucking mistake
Fucking with my meditation



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/22/25 07:50 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871902 - 03/22/25 09:23 PM (3 days, 16 hours ago)

We’ve got trails
Take flight
As derail the flight
Take off
From the air strip
Ignite
Ring
The thing into the single hit
Tingle the Trip up
Cast as wicker into the thickener
I flip with the Bird
As third
I thought you heard
About Ganja
Hiking
Biking
Wild Shrooms
I Gong Fu
Into the flew over
Rule is over the law
As jaw drop
I pop the Set
As I look with

The Blocks the Street Crews Walk
I’m small town
State Park

I’ve got the cookbooks
The chemist
Invent this
I lab
Beaker
Into what?
Touch one as breather
Down
Now I only smoke Reefer
Bound
To hit town
I Trip with the mix in
They stick these Herbals
The victim
Cash an Ice Pick
Rhyme is a Trip
Till one on the grip
I get wicked
Sick with
The hits
The six in
I Air Strip
Roll over
Cold over
Split the fold the force
Gold Order
Of course
I went to the source
As I hold they recorded
Back and sorted
Smoke Ganja
Distorted
Back with imported Sativa


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/23/25 10:38 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871907 - 03/23/25 11:31 AM (3 days, 2 hours ago)

Black Water
I sorted the Cash back
Stash that Ganja
Crews ignite on Water
I slip tight into raw
With the word as soar like Bird
I mix in
The Herbals
Victims get served until they ignite
I Trip this Bike
I got the mega
Clock that reggae jams
Until they stand
I land with
I ran Trip down to flip the sound
Inbound
I done it
Back and run with the Gun
Clips
You get dumb stupid
Run with the Gun threat
I loop it
Over and over again
Till you reached the Peak
Of fold up when

I shock the lens
I spot
Intent to distribute
Ganja
Plus Mushrooms
The forbidden fruit

Ganja
I flew to Shiva
On Witch’s Broom
Sativa
All we score is Green Indica
And crosses
Title cost this
Vital
I recross up
The walk
As I raw Sun
Off the law run
The blinding
Still as tongue as
The Sun Has
The flash
Before I passed
I everlast
Until the checks cashed
I megablast
Steel in the crash
I peel this
Steel will be real
I kneel
Until the Gun
Heat spell relief
From the Chi?
I dwell in the Ganja Cell
Cellmate?
I Trip and Bell make it great again
I swell up
Cast the Magic
Bust the flag which is rag
To dust I Dragon
I stagger over the flats
As I run this War
To soar above on Sativa
I talk with Shiva


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/23/25 01:05 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871908 - 03/23/25 02:35 PM (2 days, 23 hours ago)

420
We redistribute the Gun Heat
Over a Drum Beat
I listen to Dub
As Run Heat
I dust Ball ones as thugs as done swept under rugs
We don’t like violence
We rung off the Sun
As they become reclined I blinded
With the Ice
Shining Device
I caught one off the slice
Before dice rolled
My old soul at 420
With Mushrooms
I Sun Heat up
To Street Sweep
I drugged as
The Water Crash
Over thoughts of Cash
I run it right past crews
I laugh
Drink brews and flash
The Trip over One
One wonders where I’m from
I thunder
In the clouds in the sky
Ganja coming down
I got 10 Pounds
Plus I lock with Rounds
Off the Drugs I Block inbounds
WIth the Glock
4 Pound
I Trip at 420 under the Sun
In the Streets with the Gun

Tree of Life
And Pure Waters
Running Streams
All thoughts run through the bags of money
All they shot from they overdone
Baked
I take a Trip and soften
Skip over they mix
Until the Gun is 6
I plot the wick is off
I drip
Water
Thoughts
Of the Caught Up
Brought up
No lock
You get shot up
I get shot up so bad
I run the Magazine for the Gun under Sun
I dream of these keys
I run the Trees soft
Surplus the Gun tossed
I lost one
I got hum
In the tons of
The buzzword was One Bird
33rd
Dragon


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/23/25 03:06 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871911 - 03/23/25 07:49 PM (2 days, 17 hours ago)

When you smoke Methamphetamine
You turn white like a ghost!
That’s comatose
Overflow with the river
Sold the Golden Glow
Of the militia
I hold solid
Ball into the wall under
I skip a number dip
One grip on the tight ship
On Ice I’m lit
I don’t sleep
Not a peep
I roll over sheets of the bed as head Set
In the pillow I bled medication
Back at the station
Radiation glow
Vacation
I Soul as they make bacon
In the patrol I station wagon
Dragon
9
I bust it with the just grip
Ice my spice was Meth
And then I soldier
Clip the Sun
War as core as born into
They screw sin through the victim
Ice Pick to stick them
Run the hitmen

Whoever brought the Buds to the party
We thank you tons
A heart into the G turn as we burn and blaze
Turn the days to nights
And nights to days
A Cannabis Craze
I lick the Purple Haze
Trip the phase out?
That’s not the way out!
We light turn into the insight is developed
Keen 
intelligent
Seen and heard
The Ganja scene
I’m a bird who turns
Water into Wine
The 3rd leaf
I sign as I heard heat
Up the spine
To reword
I got the curve
The beat
The Street
All in this complete
Soul as Soldier
Repeat as I fold core
In my seat
I twist one
And risk none
Smoking with the ton of the Buds
I love it like rub back
Twist a Gun track off Methamphetamine
I go Green and
I heat had the fleet up to
They truck jewels now
Crew all around brew as I wax true
In the facts
Running up the back way
WIth the Ganja I Blaze Hay
Make my way through the Maze



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/24/25 09:52 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871917 - 03/24/25 10:32 AM (2 days, 3 hours ago)

Everyone Psychedelic
With the Ganja and Herbs
Bent
Every cent went to
The funds as run in this One under witness the Gun Hits
I Drum
From under the Sun
I numb up
Lungs bust
I truck
Flip the tuck over
Roller twist one Reefer
Heat your
Bleed core as War had
They store
In the bag with the Dragon
One sang over the rang with
The Gang
Spliffs
I hang with
I speak the language
I damage when
I ran through the Gang
Crew as I slang the weapon
All Bullets went through
I slept through
All the crews bled fools
In dust as new as 

They trust this to true as the Gun spits
It’s tight with the Light
Trip
The Bullets fly
Into the sign I dip
One line off this
Psychedelic
I got a lot of Shrooms
With the Gang truce
I lit the loose up
Catch a deuce truck
As I turn black
Into the track turns Green
I flip the Ganja Scene
Over the Herbal Medicine Trees pump
The letter I dump someone off
The lost
I Trip the boss
And the Green I cold Cost just a little
I rock I hit the top
Walk the Blocks as I get rid of you

I disappeared into the Cracks
Turn the Crack Cocaine Up!
I run under the Street Lights
As bright as they flight
On sight with the night I run as they done back
I Trip a Rock and
Last
The Lantern
I seen a man burning
Off one Word Wing
As I tour Streets
To beats with the flow
Of the glow as I hold heat
I Trip this one
Into the Drum
As hit up Sums
Suns become released into slums
Drugs I Gun
As I run back with a stack
One lap around
The ground I Pound of
I got the lounge after I found dub sacks
I Trip back run the facts into jacks
Strapped
I lit the max on this matter as I wrap up
The tracks with the master
Under this funds as twist Wings up
I sing of
They ring
A Crack Rock bring the Block up to the thing I walk rub
The damage is done
When One Lantern
I Sun
As Bird king of the swerve into the eternal flame
One Trip and I came with the Lift
Slain over Blood Drip
Into the Trip
Crack Cocaine


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/24/25 11:11 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871918 - 03/24/25 02:10 PM (1 day, 23 hours ago)

I've been off One
Drum roll
Split that
Into the mixed bag of tricks
Swords
I record back as map
Into the Lord
God
The swords I forward to the fluid
Into this I move circular
Turn and twist
Burn One
I turn Sun back into ash
As I dash across I flash
Cast the master off the past
As I capture
Backwards
Moving
Grooving into the Wing
I crew with the Singing
Bringing the rhythm to the system
I'm Internal
Tai Chi
I won the lottery
I meditate
Since I got shot up straight
I light a lot and skate on
The weight drawn back up to day one
This mixture create
All I see is the stream flow in the lake fed
River with the headwaters
I fed slaughter
As I bled
The Medicine intent to distribute
I Trip the institute off Lead
Trip off the head
They dead and shoot
Guns Locked and drew with
The hair trigger
Go figure

I can get lost in Tai Chi
Disappear into fearless
I run they flex on
I used to be dead and gone before I started
I ripped a martial artist off the Set before I Wet then I jetted out
The place
About face
The trace was
As rub the mixture of this
I trouble with the victim
Back and stitch
One risk
Double
Into the humble
I get it crumble
With my repertoire
I settle the score for born
In the War
I from hits
In the run with the poor
In the peasantry 
Core was the presence of the blood
I represent
The Street Thug bent on drugs
Before reaction
They head up the Medicine
I turn bread into
The Veteran
It’s a sin to true as wind blew
Off my shoes
I lit this crew up
I screw up and down
Spiral
My mind turn as
I burn they churn
I lift and curve and they serve as
The murderers
Of the task
No mask
I hit the gas
They try to car jack
So I roll as intact
Heaters off
I Burn Trees to the toss and turn
Skate down the lane
Across Brain


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/24/25 03:05 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871920 - 03/24/25 04:31 PM (1 day, 21 hours ago)

Trip it
Twist into the flip side
Minds intertwine
As connect
Under thumb of
They rubber with the sum of
The Sun as
I run ran
Has the fan
The flame
All I came
I Drip Water
With the name
I’m off of
They lost
I tossed one up
I cost as much
As they soar above
For cuts as
The sword born with One Word
Into this turn blood
Streets rub
Each club is reach through
Need some new Weed
Grew a field
Drew the yield
Back to steel
Key all the Cheese
Call it Chi
Loss as Trees
I raw spit
This all they breed
Law
Was the farm as charm
With no harm
No arm twisted
Broken
No fist in
I listen to the raindrops
Wish in
This for the violence to stop
I drop
Process
I Lock Step
With the progress
I mop Sets up
Hop on they rock shut
Sealed
Such as peeled
With the feeling
Of Love
The real thing is Tai Chi
And Chi Gong

Acupuncture has been fruitful
Herbal
Medicine
For the intent
I entrance
Mastered the Internal
The bastard swordsman
I went to War
Pan across the land view
All they Trip Into
I written the rule
About how the Crown Clean
Roots
Hands
Feed these forbidden fruits as I speed through
Redid the Tree of Knowledge
Seed
I run they call it
Esoteric
I straight as bearing
Through the swells
As I run the Ocean
State of this waves run the potions
Back and coast in
I need to roller coaster
Have that
With one as I Sun
Rent the funds for snap
I lead into master that
Breed before I core as done
Once medicine
Chi Gong
And Tai Chi
Needles for emergency
I turn a key
In the lock
It stops all violence
Rock in silence
As my mind filed past
The island
I climb into the mind
With the sign
Turn blind
As I twist and wind through
The crew of the degree
As Chi
Eternal
Internal I burn slow
Feel the flow of the Chi Grow
As I grow old
I sold as cold as
They rolled
Kids have a spasm
When they saw the atom
The atomic
I bomb Twist the long into the sickness
I with these
As a breeze blow through
I heal
Drew the Chi in flew
Over the mountain
I route bend as Water Fountain


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/24/25 05:30 PM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871921 - 03/24/25 06:28 PM (1 day, 19 hours ago)

Overdose!
Lit one
Blaze One
As Rays of Sun stopped
I dropped topped the Water Faucet
I lost it on the cross lit
Before I raw as I hit this flip spazz
The jazz
Of the overdose
Has the lotus blossom
Under the root of the most with the raw spit
They fluid
Crews go truant
They blew it all over
Lit the roller back
I run a track
Hit the sack
As I spit
I roll one Trip Sun
I got the Gun
And lance
Brand as sand
I got the Cash advance
I rock as plans for Glock
That spans
Understands the fans of
The brand Buds
As I can it nugs
As I span it
God damb it
I jam hit
The trigger plan with
They ran
Hit the land as I stand
I rock under they hands for Block
I run the Hawks
For Sun
I talk Set as Guns
They step through
Tai Chi
Left brew on the Set drew back
No contact they flew
Over the rock back
I screw into the Earth
I thirst for the Chi
As I lurk
Murder degree in these shirts
I cheese
As freeze there
You wear
Worn out
I spit it round
You get gunned down
Gangster style

Sun of the Moon
Back to Blades
All one on the Gun with twisted Gold Braids
I got a Platinum Chain
I love Gold as Soul as I Roll Dog Causes that whole song
Up in a bag
I Trip for the tag
As I win soar above high
Into the eye

These gangster kids try
I max as Y
In the track before I die the Street react
The Street get me high
All my G connect
I love Meth
In fact
I got a Meth track up the ass
Serving fast like glass pipe
I Cash
Swipe my card as retard hard in the garden
The margin of error is zero
As I barge in the room
Release with the crew in
All I blew in
Brains out
I could switch lanes now
Without Trippin’ ass busters claiming Set
I Trip down
With my Crown
I could kick back and sound like
I ground
Chill down with the Crown in the lounge
I sip on Pounds of shit
Round to get lit before I score Trip


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/25/25 09:18 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871927 - 03/25/25 09:35 AM (1 day, 4 hours ago)

We chill with it Gangster Style
Billed with
I just killed a few crews up in the vicinity
Now I could chill to infinity
I get it wet then I step with the Set Walk
I hip as Hawk
Like that Ganja talk
All I seen is all in the Green saw enough to lean
Low in the dream with the glow
Gangster Party
Heat in the roll
On the Street
We can’t get this Gangster hit off
Unless we Wet
Trip
I get a grip on a mission
With the bong hits and Methamphetamine
I Set Trip then
Let it bleed
I receded from the heat of the Gun
Repeat over a drum beat
With a fat ass hook complete
Gangster Party
I park up in with Martial Arts
I Set apart from
One Drum track
Over a beat that’s fat
I G cold on the map
Off the Street
I cold heat up they see as
My G crash on the flee over cash
I lead before I flash off
WIth the Gangster Hawk
Call it Cheeba

You get shot in the brains
All crews claim
Until they brains blown out all over
Crews aim is to lane
Trip the flames off
I lit it dead cost as remain in
I split the name in
Begin as I Hawk
I light my Glock as I proceed to walk
Flip this raw as I kick it
I Hit
Never miss the wicked
Come back and switch hits up
I mix with the rough and tough
I get it Wet then I Set
Tripped enough
Over jet out the place
I like a Gun in the Face
Block as race
Facts before I was
I max as Mace
I Track this
Roll over fact is
Niggas is gangster
In the place
The Gun about face your crew
Until they laced
Get out the aim as I Lock Down
I flip the script on Glock 4 pound
Whose the shit now as I slip in
The Gun I grip as I flow over the Trip
Simple as a Gangster hit
Spazz they link up
I listen to Jazz and sink in
The mellow
Sofa I max as most as I G Loc
Toke up the Ganja


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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/25/25 09:56 AM)

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Re: poem [Re: Solid Log]
    #871928 - 03/25/25 11:25 AM (1 day, 2 hours ago)

Then all the Gangsters smoked Crack
Flame it
Blow up
In the name I torn up
Streets shocked!
I reup past the Block with the heater talking
I’m stalking down the
Same as my Chain Glow
Release the fame
My name
I slow up in the lane
Cast as maimed and mutilated
Castrated straighted up
Past as lated
I’m in the truck and skated
I max as made it
Smoke The Primos
I faded
Cash that
Bladed in a hatchback
I get it stain red
Into the Bullet crept though
I swept through
The wind blew
Then all the Gangsters knew
On the Set I flew over
Lit this roller up and strip
Dip in the ride as I Trip with the Gun in the Sign
I go blind as I skip town
I lit and roll down on the mix
We in the Kitchen
Pass you the Wisdom
Crack
I seen a vision in the sack
I grippin’ the weapon
Cash as I left you breathless
Crews got a death wish

I need the Ganja Green release
All Bullets reached
I rearrange my Set
And Flame
Service into the aim
I swerve in the lane
Bird
I 33rd
I Trip this twist these
In the Breeze with Gs
All Lifted
Strike a match like I mind in the stash with the Gun it’s like
Gangster
I’m about to shank
Dot up and rank
On a fool who sank
I got the gold bracelet
Gangbanging and face wrecked
I repped dope slanging
Crews hanging
All the language in this Grain I thank for the with I ride up
Take a Trip
Inside I seen the G ride
Over this time I risk
Guns I find crisp
Into the mist I roll
Twist them Js and cold 187
Told I old sold as fool for the store
Into the mix with Gold for the War
Mushrooms
Sliding through Customs with Kilos
Of the Weed slow up my Spreed I Gd up on Trees
Kick back with some cream and a J and relax



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Mammoth Exercise and Robust Administration
-Dr. Subhash Cock

Edited by Solid Log (03/25/25 11:55 AM)

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