The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

the Clique

45 responses

  1. shantell Cooper

    Ooh My Goodness Allen That’s Why You Da Man…. This Was written so Brilliantly and with so Much Respect…. You Speak from the Heart My Brotha always 1 Love Fam!!

    February 25, 2012 at 10:12 am

    • allen simmons

      Shantell I ALWAYS respect my sisters….ALWAYS!_

      February 25, 2012 at 12:41 pm

  2. shantell Cooper

    This Is A story That will Be Told For Ages
    Handed down to Upcoming ASSASSINS for these Blood Stained Pages
    Everyone here has Shed his Blood
    All In the Name of the Covenant Above
    I walk amongst these Soldiers with Strength and Pride
    Never fearing Harm With My Clique by My Side
    Who ever Dares To ATTACK Our PERIMETER
    They life Would end like unwanted Visitor
    So pain Of My Pain and Blood Of My Blood
    Just Know That I got Nothing But Love

    February 25, 2012 at 10:37 am

    • allen simmons

      YES MY SISTER…TRUTH ROLLS FROM THY TONGUE!

      February 25, 2012 at 12:43 pm

    • And I gots nothing but love for you baby – Five Heartbeats
      Hanging haters out the window and dropping on these hard streets
      Smoking Red, elevating our flow where stars meet
      Our clique like Hutch, and I’m touched like Starsky
      More swag then Huggy Bear, they don’t want to start me
      I’ll leave’em slumped over and bleeding in a parked jeep
      Flowetic harmoletic crash down and hit like rain drops
      Drowning’em with poetic sounds until the pain stops
      Hit’em in they potato, pass’em around – the games hot
      Smash they Leggos, hit the blocks, in the same shot
      We some giants, so get’em the fuck off our cloud
      Hip hops finest, (Rakim) No mistakes aloud
      Lyrical Assassin, Dawgs of War, the stakes are foul
      And our poetic clique is so thick, they may hate but bow

      February 27, 2012 at 7:19 am

      • shantell Cooper

        That was Hawt…..

        February 27, 2012 at 8:56 am

      • allen simmons

        Serious heat right here!!

        February 27, 2012 at 10:38 am

    • Who ready for that New Ark Oracle stroking
      Been neglected ALL my life
      Chopping it down no choking
      Soldiered up combatting life’s strife
      Always looking left cause my thoughts aint RIGHT
      Invading fortresses Queening by the knight
      Certified in the field of lyrical lyricalism
      Shiid on your face ass mechanism
      Check the resume i’m in heavy rotation
      Open up i’m high above the gyration
      Hustle this flow no worries i gots more
      Surrounded by my Clique slaughter
      Secure your hand be aware
      I do my thang thang slightly fair
      Sipping fine wine real easy
      While that out of pocket motherphucka be sleazy
      Now you know why Oracle don’t never be fronting
      Cause ratz get thrown out project windows
      100% of Absolut or sumtin
      Eat, drink and be mellow

      February 27, 2012 at 9:39 am

      • Mellow, mellow, make haters shake like jello
        Crooked grin felon, shady type of fellow
        Dirty Cash Hustler, smashing all busters
        Rhymes like Busta, tongue might cut ya
        Been rocking it since, breakers were pop locking it
        Lyrical gymnast, move, no need for spotting this
        Toxic flow spitter, always dropping those quitters
        I drops two to they dome and a blow to yo liver
        Wine is fine, but liquor is much mo quicker
        Tipsy, but still I grip the mic and rips the show bigger
        Deep in this cipher, D-Cipher, the emcee the writer
        The man with the flow that makes the crowd much hyper
        A paper clip and a lighter, call me the lyrical McGyvor
        That makes’em say shit, shit they just shit they diaper
        HA

        February 27, 2012 at 10:33 am

      • allen simmons

        Once again…the Oracle speaks to the Neo’s!

        February 27, 2012 at 10:39 am

  3. WOW!!!! This brought a tear to my eye, and not just because I got a great mention, but, because its just sooooooooo good. You tell a great story here Allen, and its the stuff that makes one feel so proud to be in a ‘Clique’ because all the people are just brilliant writers and to be included with those mentioned here, just overwhelmed me. Thanks so very much ‘My Charming Yank’ for whis incredible write. You’re the very Best!

    February 25, 2012 at 12:01 pm

    • allen simmons

      Frankie, you are a fantastic writer, beautiful woman, and a great friend,and although we’ve not met as of yet,I’ll always love your brilliance and passion.

      February 25, 2012 at 12:45 pm

    • I’m sure most of you know that i admire each & every one of you individually as well as collectively. Allen you are an unusual man who just seems to breathe this quill spill more then daily. great script ( i forgot to mention earlier before i dropped a piece) you never disappoint. I’ll be here ALL day & night if i mentioned everyone but you know who you are, you inspire me to fill my quill & make it bleed the scripted ink. wink wink ❤

      Newark New Jersey is where I'm from
      Living in the New Jerusalem
      Brick City dumdums
      New Ark Oracle is in your mouth
      Inside my physical there be no drought
      I'm bout to drop a bomb BOOM!!
      Clique got me locked down no room doom
      Whats yours been mine
      Clique gonna spread the shine
      I spit a fact out for shine
      Mentally i got my weight up
      Set apart for a special purpose play catch up
      I deal with lyrical machine gun phunk
      Look i gotchah open str8 punked
      13 stars for the birth of witch crafting
      pups get rocked to sleep no gassing
      y'all don't want no war wit us the war assassins Clique

      February 28, 2012 at 8:13 am

  4. allen simmons

    David, the pic is off the hook! Respect!

    February 25, 2012 at 12:40 pm

    • Yes, I second that. A wonderful picture David, and it is so fitting for the write. U’r not just a handsome face now, are you???

      February 25, 2012 at 10:49 pm

  5. queenschan76

    Allen this is powerfully beautiful
    You are a master of the quill bruh.

    February 25, 2012 at 2:51 pm

    • allen simmons

      Thank you Queen. Respect is returned in kind of you skills as well.

      February 27, 2012 at 10:40 am

  6. queenschan76

    Unmentioned assassin, secret weapon. Queen in her own right ink is her passion. New member of the clique and humbled to be apart, but don’t mistake the crown and the sweet smile her pen is extremely versatile. She will encourage and uplift……..when necessary cut you down with it. No fear within as she walks the lines of the world’s empty pages, filling them with testimonies and learning stages. Never can tell what mood her pen is in so this assassin remains locked to her throne.

    February 25, 2012 at 3:08 pm

    • Loving your INK Queenschan. Vibrant, real, and with great punch.

      February 25, 2012 at 10:51 pm

      • queenschan76

        Much love Frankie. Looking forward to your addition

        February 27, 2012 at 7:50 am

    • Yes, Queen, you in the clique clicking!!!

      David

      February 27, 2012 at 2:57 am

    • The Clique
      Dirty Cash

      Locked in the throne, skip rocks in the dome
      Glocs pop and drop likes I grips on the chrome
      Get it, it’s on, non-stop, infected flow, full blown
      Illustrated, glass house crack from a flip of the stones
      Assassin originator, elevated as I slip from my home
      Outbreak monkey, couching, damn it I’m sick to the bone
      Poetic monster killer and rocking, trying my best to atone
      Snap shots flashing and popping, take a pic from your phone
      Me in da clique sticks like shit on the shoe
      Flows drips like I rip these ill spit bombs on to you
      I’m gone, Swayze, ghost while I’m haunting your crew
      Dirty Cash/Lucky Lefty doing what you want me to do
      Taking over the internet, terrorists threats when I flow
      Breaking wack rappers G-Code, I’m wrecking dem ho’s
      Billing them fast, but checking them slow
      Killing they bitch ass, rip mic cords, it’s death to the show
      Rocks steady, gets ready, B-Boy stance while I spit it
      Lyrical Assassins, owning this clique, yep we hits it
      Get it, we’re a collective of dope writers uplifted
      Mentally shifted, deranged, no bullshittin, the clique is gifted

      February 27, 2012 at 3:30 am

      • Amen, aaamennnnnnn AAmen A men AAAAAAAAAAAAAMennnnnnnnnnn Lovin this Dirty Cash! 🙂

        February 27, 2012 at 6:53 am

      • queenschan76

        Love this sick flow

        February 27, 2012 at 8:22 am

    • allen simmons

      Queenschan…I could not remember everyone’s name, Forgive me for that but your skill is respected.

      February 27, 2012 at 10:44 am

  7. shantell Cooper

    I Spit Verbs that will Burn Shyt Down to the Ashes, These Backstabbin Bytches My Tongue is Like 1000 Lashes… SURE to Induce Multiple Incisions, I Hit em Hard like a Army of Angry Azz Legions… No POWER does any MORTAL Have on Our Well Being, If they Thought they Got One Over on Us they Better Keep Dreamin… We Dont run with A Crowd we are the Source, And only if we have to will we Will Use Force… Night Eye Vision On everything We Seeing, We Stand Guard you best Be Believing… MY CREDENTIALS Sit Between Two Carmel Thighs I’m The Assassin With The Element of surprise… We Come in Many Forms Some Are Our ALIASES, Thought You Was Crazy No BYTCH we The CRAZIEST….

    February 27, 2012 at 7:01 am

    • Craziet, we be creating this, grip the top and watch love spin
      We monsters of the beat and they childs play like Teddy Rugspin
      The clique flip the script, then hit the strip and start bustin’
      Dirty Cash play dirty dozens and trips on all they cousins
      No matter the flow, the style or the way that you drop it
      I’m arresting they development, I cuff’em and make’em cop it
      Leaving stains on they brain, pull out the bucket and mop it
      We be taking out these writes harder then mob hits
      Masked assassins, screeching tires and doing drive bys
      Red dots all on they temple, ITS OVER, why try
      Leave’em dead in the streets, tell mommy bye bye
      I’m leaned back in my seat, puffin, so it seems I ride high
      Blasting like an ole schooler, just cooling with S.Cooper
      We keeps it ice like a jeweler; we tighter then my best rugger
      Hitting them Gee’s, like keyboards and computer
      I’d write more about it, but I’m buzzed in a drunken stupor

      February 27, 2012 at 7:47 am

      • allen simmons

        Get em Assassin!

        February 27, 2012 at 10:45 am

    • queenschan76

      Hellz yes spit that sis

      February 27, 2012 at 8:24 am

    • allen simmons

      Craziest blaze sis…Get em!

      February 27, 2012 at 10:44 am

  8. queenschan76

    Insane membrane flow so sweet like sugar cane
    You mistook it for some weak shit
    Now this assassination got you shook bitch
    1001 ways you never knew my tongue could slay
    Funny ho all upon them knees to pray
    For rescue from my lethal wordplay
    Queen bought out that sword today
    Can’t run, can’t hide I just exposed the bitch inside
    All that lip running caused you to be tail tucking
    Rainbow bright fucker
    Stepped on the wrong page attempting to spill lethal ink
    Now I’m gonna put my crown back on
    And watch you become fetal and suck your dick shaped thumb

    February 27, 2012 at 8:15 am

  9. shantell Cooper

    And While One of the Clique is In his Druken Phaze, Me and the Others Is Puffin this purple Haze…. Dropped A 25 sac in Less Than 2 hours, Me and My thoughts Is Bout to start Devouring on Any and Everything that Move, Of A Muthafuka think they Can Run Us ova they gone have to Prove….Dis the Clique a 360 Degree Circle…Give shout out to My Guillotine Sista Ms. Oracle… We retract and remove all Heads, Hide the bodies then Lie to the Feds… Some call us Legions Of Unnatural Beings, I tell Them Muthafucka’s kiss My Azz And Enjoy the Image I’m Breathing.,… Cannible in Every Since Of Form, We Are The Clique and Our Strength Is Yet to be Born….

    February 27, 2012 at 8:23 am

    • queenschan76

      Clique be on that kryptonite……looking for a Mic to light……..smoke you like a spliff tonight………break you down with a razor bite……chop you down to fit the crack pipe…….1 hit, 2 hit, 3 hit, 4…….4 hit 3 hit 2 hit gone….like the wind…….fool your flow is paper thin……holds no weight …….mind can’t relate…..really terrible …..true formed waste…….clique is ready to trash you…..as soon as Ozzie tags…and Cooper bags you

      February 27, 2012 at 8:36 am

      • shantell Cooper

        You heard My Girl Queen and she anit Playin, Got Bum Azz Nigga’s steady Prayin… HIT em WHERE IT HURTS That My Motto, My Brain Is On Retard And My Heart Is Hollow…. and If Shyt Get Shaky we Being Watched by Many, The Clique Is Hungry and You Wolves Got Plenty….

        February 27, 2012 at 8:54 am

      • Queen be killing’em, Shantell be killing’em, Allen be killing’em
        And me, I flow blind feeling’em, and my cold nine is filling’em
        Revealing them like political referendums, stealing ‘em
        Writes so deep, lead poisoning, pencils still in them
        I gotz love for my peeps, we stay so deep in this game
        I’m heavy on the streets, it’s as if I sleep in this pain
        I’m ill on the beat, come creep wit me maaaan
        I’m Cypress Hill with them sweets, insane in the brain
        And I be reppin my clique to the fullest, follow me now
        If you can’t hang wit us, you betta throw in the towel

        February 27, 2012 at 8:57 am

  10. shantell Cooper

    The Towel Throwed in is CASE Scenario
    I’m In Rage Mode Like Mia Farrow
    When Her Wood be Woody was Pushing the Wood
    Block Blistering bytches I wish a Nigga Would
    Mutfuka’s think I’m crazy but they anit seen Shyt Yet
    MONEYS OFF THE TABLE and Anit no More Bets
    Poker Face Pimps It’s Bout to go Down
    IMMA DISMANTLE SOME CEREUMBS And watch the Chips Fall Down
    My Heart my Honor aint Shyt to be Played Wit
    Fuk Wit One of US and Get Graved Wit
    I’m Lyrical Beast aka ASSASSIN CLIQUE
    I SEVER ALL heads with a Nod and A Click
    (BOOM)

    February 27, 2012 at 9:21 am

    • Shantell gone Blast ya! Lickity Spit lines fast’ah
      Gigigity Git down Bastards, I’ma Sickity Sick party crash’ah
      The Gligity Glock might Flash ya, look at my Spit fly past yah
      Sigity Psycho, I’ll thrash ya, Mickity Mic hype mast’ah
      Digity don’t bring my past up, I one of the deadly venoms of the swarm
      I kill’em where they stand, bury them in my oven to stay warm
      Can’t scratch the golden arm, of this 36 chamber disciple
      Master of the flying guillotine, so nigga Beat It , like you was Michael
      Come’n hard like a 12 gauge rifle, mother-nigga you know I’m sick
      And if think that I’m demonic, then ya better duck and hide from my clique

      February 28, 2012 at 10:33 pm

  11. allen simmons

    The A- Team is reppin the Clique,Destroying this shit, With Immaculate freestyles, I salute yall, respect, yes, I’m all smiles!

    February 27, 2012 at 10:54 am

  12. shantell Cooper

    My Boy Black Phoenix says He Has 36 in The Chamber and they Anit on Lock, The lyrics that We Spewing In a Minute We Gone OWN THE whole Internet Block, We Will Disinbogulate your whole Mental frame Of Mind… Day after Day Week After Week we Produce Infectious RHYMES….. We Indiviuals with a Visual to Peep and Scope any out of Order Sequence, Queens And Kings on the Rise And We Have MAJOR back Hardball DEFENSE…..

    February 28, 2012 at 11:16 pm

  13. queenschan76

    The Clique be the mystical….metaphysical …..every one of us bring a flow so original.
    We see the hate on you, shame on you…
    pray for some rain on you to wash away the spit on you cause we about to run a lyrical train on you

    February 29, 2012 at 2:57 am

    • Want to derail us, but that’s just shame on you
      This is a family, stronger than any squad or crew
      We blew through like category 5’s, your just a one or two
      Our lyrical voodoo, do more to hypnotize you
      We sit right beside you, look right in your eyes, you
      Quiver and shiver, as our flow-listics mesmerize you
      No it’s not that we despise you, we simply showing you what niggas with style do
      A-Team we rip the spits, with backflips and go buckwild, WOOOO!

      February 29, 2012 at 11:52 am

      • allen simmons

        Blackphoenix rose from the ashes, smashing ass in masses, Cuttin em up with his flaming swords, deeply leaving gashes/ Plasma leaking out of the cowards, who were once tweaking/ Relics of artifacts are all that remain, soaked in bloodstains, the Clique did the Damn thang/ The Grim Reaper walks HELLHOUND through the destruction, searching for souls abound/ A smile upon my sinister grill, for I love to kill at will, can’t explain the chill I feel, but I love it because it’s so ill/ My demonic flows are abstract, with no format, Just unleashed nitro mixed with ether, when I attack/ Peel flesh from the bones of the many opponents, like a big dick, they hoped up on it/ Got bucked down, shoulda ducked down, orgasmic tremors, straight fucked now/ Haunted spirits my gates sentinels, dispatched with orders of unleashed Hell/ Freestyle fury lyrical winds, Tornado force, critical spins, Fearful niggas, see their end/ Warned these toughnuts over and over, again and again, No more pulses registered, death from the Lyrical Clique…evil verbal Superfriends!

        February 29, 2012 at 12:47 pm

      • Bucks wild, we tuck smiles under the pain deeper then miles of dust piles
        Our clique exists and is known to bust vile and simply crush styles
        Leaving pot holes in’em, contortionist flows, we bend’em and spin’em
        Drop hot in every spot like denim burning holes with poisonous venom
        Unstoppable, unrockable; leaping over any and every known obsticle
        These haters suck like Popsicles; they got beef and they talk lots of bull
        We go deep tissue, but there massaging egos only goes so topical
        Welcome to the jungle (cat), we reign rain on forests so tropical
        It’s the Lyrical Assassins Clique, blasting shit that will smash you quick
        Ask your bitch, she can’t resist to say tha we elevate every time we uncap our bic
        Shit

        February 29, 2012 at 1:03 pm

  14. Click, Click the Clique leave ink limp like biskits
    We aint no ordinary triskets, we high class, we Ritz it
    Don’t risk it, these sadistic wiz kids get sick wit
    OH me oh my, they running err’time we spit this
    We flip this, it’s like cocaine on ya brain
    If spit’n was cash, you niggaz be broke with no change
    Mr. Lyrical Psycho on his game, out to lyrically handle yah
    Bombs over Baghdad, call me Jeru, I’ll Damage ja,
    I need a samich ya, making me wanna eat
    Chewing up whack flows spit’n them da streets
    I’m unique, not sweet, call me a San Franciso treat
    Nice-u-kno-me to beast the purest incarnation of heat
    Don’t sleep, cuz I creep and ram my pen in your soul deep
    Have you praise’n my clique, scream Ooo is that the Chocolate N
    Nigga BP

    February 29, 2012 at 1:54 pm

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