The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

Freestyle Friday 9/23/11


180 responses

  1. One
    By Dirty Cash

    Okay, we’ll call this joint “One”
    So bright, fingers point, like I’m the sun
    I hit like guns, intended with no puns
    See my mind is an uzi and it still weighs a ton
    It’s Freestyle Friday who ready to flow wit me
    I hold the controls that roll, bold and swiftly
    UFO, my joints are unexplainable flying objects
    I’m out of this world and no one can stop it
    Kissing moon and stars with my lead filled rocket
    Cop it, I still drop it like asteroids, I rocks it
    I’m hot when I pop it and I pops it [out] like sockets
    Yep, that means I hit hard when I sock it
    Came to earth to destroy every wack emcee
    But since my birth, even they tried to laugh at me
    So I turned the mic on and said this is how it has to be
    So I smash and I trashed, and I crashed them until they asked for me
    Still maybe I’m not respected, but I still check it
    And when I turn the mic on, I’m know to bless it
    Fucking over haters, I’m infected and their unprotected
    Try as they may to move away, but still I’m connected
    Flowing like its Friday, spitting my introspective
    Going over highways, leaving everyone affected
    It’s your boy Dirty Cash and I’m down with the collected
    See we the Lyrical Assassins and we always perfected

    September 23, 2011 at 4:34 pm

    • U B rippn it up, D. Always respected … remember that!

      September 23, 2011 at 4:48 pm

      • Thanks Marsha!!! smiley face. 🙂

        September 24, 2011 at 8:42 pm

    • Deep Hole

      Got these conniving so called friends
      Talkin friendly very nice
      Payin flatterin flowery compliments
      With reverence in their voice

      Takin it all kinda wary,
      Listenin kinda easy
      Not sure of the sincerity
      Sometin smellin sorta sleazy

      Then a subtle hint or two
      Droppin here and there
      Urgent need of laptop
      Desperation in the air

      Got no money to live
      No food or place to stay
      No way to peddle talent
      No work or weekly pay

      Hints keep gettin stronger
      Instinct now in full control
      Delete and block is activated
      Piece of shit flushed down deep hole

      Frankie

      September 24, 2011 at 9:37 am

      • Wow, Frankie, I felt that one. Deep.

        David

        September 24, 2011 at 4:47 pm

      • ain’t that something — just when u thought u found some nice people — who enjoyed what you do cause they write too…
        loved it and connected ……<3 debby

        September 24, 2011 at 9:16 pm

      • This piece is fully understood Frankie. I love it. It sad when people sincerity can be questioned and you can feel the vibes from them. You smashed it with this joint. Keep’em coming Frankie!

        September 25, 2011 at 12:03 pm

      • lmao..who pissed u off!.. since I first met Frankie..I swear she stayed next to that delete button! ..good shit!!

        September 25, 2011 at 4:04 pm

    • This man got so many dam names I almost asked who the hell was Dirty Cash lmao..smh… n e way nice drop!

      September 24, 2011 at 3:06 pm

      • Thats because he’s a baaaaaad man. lol. Thanks for coming through Roxy, headache and all.

        David

        September 24, 2011 at 4:54 pm

    • I see u goin in Ciph. That was fiyah

      September 24, 2011 at 7:38 pm

    • Dirty Cash,Lucky Lefty,the Black Raven
      Multiple personalities bring psychopaths a safe haven
      Misbehave’n, crave’n, lacerated lines that form a dynasty
      D-Cipher, the front line, and behind him, it’s me
      Black Phoenix, Golden Arms, and me Ema call me Emo
      I flip crazy lines, with a G.I. Joe kungfu grip flow
      Hold tighter than anyone you know, the nigga on the block like Dee Bo
      I back street them boys who try to be nsync with my flows
      Yeah, you we grow, I mean, grew since 2009
      With cultivated a family and are words became sublime
      Spit murder every line, we straight murderers with our minds
      Lyrical Assassins at the top of the game, It’s our Time!

      September 25, 2011 at 12:17 pm

      • I flip crazy lines, with a G.I. Joe kungfu grip flow…YES U DO!.. mi emos the bestest!

        September 25, 2011 at 4:05 pm

  2. That intro spit was on HIT, Black Phoenix! I’m diggn ya style!

    September 23, 2011 at 4:45 pm

    • Yeah Phoenix, I agree with Marsha, great intro.

      September 24, 2011 at 9:40 am

      • Frankie, much lovd and mad respect to you. I glad you liked it.

        September 24, 2011 at 7:41 pm

    • Thank Marsha, can’t wait to see you rip.

      September 24, 2011 at 7:39 pm

  3. Two
    By Dirty Cash

    BP and me on this and we makes two
    He said rock that shit until they hate you
    I’m like “Yo, haters hate, so of course I can’t wait to…”
    So I drop this thick, blowing out candles and cakes too
    Flows ain’t nothing, but yo, that’s how they rate you
    Catz be fronting, behind your back wanting to take you
    It’s ain’t new, I’ve been dropping this since the age two
    And I’ll still be dropping until I’m in my grave dude
    Unstoppable with the pen that means I race through
    Unknockable within, my soul is known to waist crews
    I’m a lyrical homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies
    Killing everything and demolishing all of my enemies
    I’m Tupac’ing it, riding slow, sipping on Hennessey
    Dropping it, a little as I go, until someone is emptying me
    We in a battle zone leaving scars and blasting chrome
    It’s either go hard or you might be asked to go home
    So, I’ll continue to grind this shit out, I’m bad to the bone
    Getting in haters domes like if we had us some combs
    Sit next to me, but realize, one thing, this is my throne
    I’m contaminated, full blown, until my mind is gone
    Who’s wanna plot with me and further my plight
    Paper down, jot with me as we scheme to murder the write
    Tonight’s the night…

    September 23, 2011 at 5:25 pm

    • Excellent write Love these lines

      ‘Sit next to me, but realize, one thing, this is my throne
      I’m contaminated, full blown, until my mind is gone
      Who’s wanna plot with me and further my plight
      Paper down, jot with me as we scheme to murder the write
      Tonight’s the night…

      September 24, 2011 at 9:39 am

      • Thanks, Frankie, I’m trying to kill the writes on this on.e

        David

        September 24, 2011 at 4:48 pm

    • hmmm I sense a new style becoming of you….

      September 24, 2011 at 3:07 pm

      • I only wish I had style. Ha

        David

        September 24, 2011 at 4:56 pm

    • ok ok I see u in it to win it. Go Ciph

      September 24, 2011 at 7:43 pm

      • I’m spiting flames, I might have to go back to the Fire Breather. Ha

        September 24, 2011 at 8:43 pm

    • Tonight’s the night, that I come through
      One plus ones equals an 100 assassin crew
      We rhyme like two. do what we have too
      It’s great minds, with great lines, come see what we do
      This is Assassin Vice he’s Crockett and I’m Tubb
      Armani flow type brothers snatch’n weak flows of streets like drugs
      Poetry is our love, so we clearing it from all the bugs
      Create’n a flow that’s psychorhymatistical, “BP, SAY WHAT”
      WORD!, I say’n ish that ya vocab never heard
      Told ya before I put the action in the verbs
      I’m the “WO” int the words
      I spit so the the blind can see,
      And this is the freestylin weekend, so let see who following me

      September 25, 2011 at 12:31 pm

      • Create’n a flow that’s psychorhymatistical, “BP, SAY WHAT”
        WORD!, I say’n ish that ya vocab never heard ….

        LMFAO.. i sho did say …BP SAY WHAT!!!!….

        September 25, 2011 at 4:07 pm

  4. Scrolls are set, ink’s on jet, sit back, relax cuz u ain’t seen nothing yet
    my blue veins turn red as the ink flows outta me
    tipped back my hat so I can see how far I burn u to the third degree
    rhyme hating cats arch backs and throw hisses
    tryn to run game, scratch pads but they pisses
    and moans about how they’re destructive
    I laugh, turn my back, let them marinate in my wetness conductive
    no dry ink here fellas cuz I’m always creating
    words getting fixed, twisted, rolled, continuous plaiting
    like corn rows all set up like paths to the brain
    you’ll be boiled and roasted with words driving u insane
    in the membrane with hollow point echo
    soon you’ll be seeing Joseph with raincoat and rainbow in techno
    so pray to your maker he knows you are on your way out
    get down on them knees, son, speak tongues, twist and shout

    September 23, 2011 at 6:41 pm

    • Niiicely done Marsha. This one was off the hook, hold the phone.

      David

      September 23, 2011 at 6:56 pm

    • Love the Joseph and his amazing coat reference Marsha, I just luv how you always bring such in teresting lines to your writes the cat and his arched back is another great one. Well done!

      September 24, 2011 at 9:43 am

    • oooo Marsha!!! lol..idk y but as i read this I pictured an OG Pachuco …nice pen!

      September 24, 2011 at 3:11 pm

    • Oh Ish!¡ Marsha that was pure heat

      September 24, 2011 at 7:44 pm

    • Mz. Marsha set the intro, you heard your end is near
      So, Spsst! Come a lil closer let me whisper in your ear
      Don’t fear, your ends here, the first lady has spoken
      Like the phoenix tat she possess, the spirit will rise an not broken
      You’ll be a token, of carnage set in front of gathering of your friends
      Cause no one should die alone when its time to meet their end
      Please put down the paper and pen, Assassins are here again
      And our freestyles are razor sharp, cut’n deep beneath your skin

      September 25, 2011 at 12:42 pm

  5. Three
    By Dirty Cash

    Looks like I’m breaking bad, I make them twist and shout
    Flipping doubt, take them out, got them switching routes
    Still freestyling, call this one “Three”, I’m still kicking out
    Throat got so much saliva, never am I spitting droughts
    Keep dropping it until I’m cotton mouth, I cough it out
    Until wise men, wander the desert, lost with doubt
    I spit blood from my soul, give me a second and I’ll hawk it out
    This is hip hop, and live it like I walk with gout
    Well know Assassin, my plight is documented in X files
    I break jaws when I jot, yes, I’m quick to check smiles
    For miles and miles, my flow is untamed and left wild
    And you can’t tell me nothing, like I’m a deaf child
    I roll with it, puff it up, smoke these cats and leave them blunted
    Chased by police dogs, my style is American’s most hunted
    Wanted, I flaunt it, like my slab was sideways and stunted
    So damn addicted I had an intervention, I had to be confronted
    But fuck it, I’ll be this way until I put the mic down
    And if haters wanna play, best believe I might clown
    Still I pick the bong up, because they told me to pipe down
    So now I’m higher then a cloud and faster then a light sound

    September 23, 2011 at 7:24 pm

    • oh snap ….. brb

      September 23, 2011 at 7:27 pm

    • I spit blood from my soul, give me a second and I’ll hawk it out….KILLED IT

      September 24, 2011 at 3:12 pm

      • Thanks for the support my sista in rhyme. Cant wait to read your joint.

        David

        September 24, 2011 at 4:57 pm

    • Ok, its a massacre, by master of debaters
      Ha! Listen now and you can catch the joke later
      This is three for all the haters, or so call poet relaters
      I’m online, in real time, not memorex like all the fakers
      I’m am a creator, great than, the most common denominator
      Square root of Pi, bringing the math to the spoken word players
      I’m spray ya, with flava, that you can savor, and taste
      After ya full, you’ll be CHOPPED, your out this place
      Assassins run’n a race, we far ahead of the game
      Who want war with the L.A.B., freestyle with the fury of Flames!

      September 25, 2011 at 12:58 pm

      • ur sucha supportive spirit emos!

        September 25, 2011 at 4:11 pm

  6. Audio…..
    AUD—diiiiiii–ooooo
    testing
    for impressing
    AUD –Aud–audiiiiiiiiiiiii-ooo

    here we go..
    mic’s ready to throw
    free-style
    getting it up
    here we go —

    oh yeah
    i get psyched
    minds running like a spigot
    words turning wicked
    wanna jam
    playing my keyboard
    like a baby grand
    i be in command
    of what goes out
    and what comes in
    what was and should have been
    we wanna do a win/win..

    oh yeah i’m psyching
    the beat of my heart
    pounds between my breast
    playing drum-rolls
    under my chest

    jam time — now bounce
    on the vibes
    i be pouring down
    like a storm of thunder
    i be roaring my sounds
    like a lightening bolt
    striking you
    fireing up your booty
    clappin your hands
    and shaking your azz
    free-style– first class
    i gots a diamond mic
    a silver D-64
    on top sits a eagle
    raising his wings
    soaring my phrases
    loving the juice that i bring
    like the grapes of tuscany
    turning to fine wine
    i’m gonna bust
    the enemy
    and do it with the best of me

    oh yeah i’m psyching
    playing my keyboard
    like a baby grand
    i be in command
    of what goes out
    and what comes in
    what could
    and should have been
    we wanna do a win / win

    here’s one for the cause

    thanks for the applause
    i leave with a curtsey.
    and a wink—flirtsy

    By Debby Frank Glennon

    September 23, 2011 at 7:32 pm

    • Nicely done. Welcome to Freestyle Friday.

      David

      September 23, 2011 at 7:43 pm

      • thanks for the welcome —i love it here — everyone here seems to write so well—it’s my pleasure –!!!!
        debby

        September 24, 2011 at 2:13 pm

    • Hiya Debby, Love this one and these lines stood out to me

      ‘like the grapes of tuscany
      turning to fine wine
      i’m gonna bust
      the enemy
      and do it with the best of me’

      September 24, 2011 at 9:45 am

      • thanx Frankie i seen a beautiful pic of the grapes of tuscany from a friend who was in italy last week— and they were gorgeous!!! delicious!!! you could practically taste the wine they would be making…..guess i couldnt get them out of my mind!!!
        debby

        September 24, 2011 at 2:15 pm

    • Do it with the best in me… yes indeed..

      September 24, 2011 at 3:15 pm

    • Damn Debbie! I see you reppin hard in here. Get’em gyrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl!¡

      September 24, 2011 at 7:46 pm

      • thanx … just having a good time………….loving rhyme…………..and all the words inbetween —— sounds like my next one… do you hear any words in your dreams…………??? lol– thanks again……..debby

        September 24, 2011 at 9:20 pm

  7. four
    By Dirty Cash

    Leave them screwed and chopped, chopped
    You knew I’d always keeps it hot, hot
    This should have been named “Two” the way I drop, drop
    Laugh it up, chuckle, chuckle, Ha, Ha
    Lock and load; nothing I ever drop is average
    I pops the code, for those who never had shit
    This ain’t rock and roll, its hip hop and she’s a bad bitch
    It’s like she lost her soul, but has a bliss hot like magic
    Hops like a rabbit, looking for carrots and cabbage
    See it’s tragic, if with all I gots, I ain’t living lavish
    Catz be talking all that bass, but all I hear is static
    So I stay in their face, there’s no way to mask it
    See, I told you I was a fanatic, spitting flows like automatics
    You can’t kill the beast, if you talk shit or stab it
    I’m served on platters, deep fried with a batter
    Making haters scatter, no teeth, so no chatter
    Getting deep in brains, leaving stains like grey matter
    Loony as fuck, going against the grain like the Madd Hatter

    September 23, 2011 at 9:35 pm

    • lmao.. ur on a role!

      September 24, 2011 at 3:16 pm

      • Ha, I wanted to see if anyone will write more joints then me. I’m still waiting. lol

        David

        September 24, 2011 at 4:58 pm

    • hell yeah!

      September 25, 2011 at 2:44 am

    • Here I go leave’n em chopped and screwed, screwed
      Serve on a plate like and entrée bland food, food
      Served with white wine, I preferred if they were grilled, grilled
      Golden arms on the freestyle, about to get ill, ill
      Screw’d food grilled ill, show rhyme scheme spill skill
      Poetic Holyfield, call me the real deal
      I’m tasked with a duty to keep minds mentally sharp
      Keep my Pandora box of poetry locked deep in my heart
      Only to be released it when the soul flows through the fire in my ink
      I am a phoenix, full of fiyah, what the fuck did ya think
      I’m strategic make moves like the mystery of chess box’n
      Writing to a tempo of my homie Dougie Fresh, beat box’n
      The heat from me keep pop’n, the street for me keep rock’n
      TOP OF THE WORLD MA! THE BLACK PHOENIX AINT STOP’N

      September 25, 2011 at 1:22 pm

      • Keep my Pandora box of poetry locked deep in my heart- HOT SHIT!

        September 25, 2011 at 4:15 pm

  8. 5ive
    By Lucky Lefty

    It’s the return of Lucky Lefty, burying catz chest deep
    Don’t care if they detest me, as long as they respect me
    Check me, I’m strong arming it with flows so messy
    And I’m kicking out teeth on snitches who stay pesky
    You don’t like me, then you can kiss my left cheek
    Don’t draw on me, cause I’ve always been sketchy
    Get me? I’m all about making ends with friends
    Faithful to most, but I put and end to those who pretend
    Shots go off from my pen, leave’em stiff like manikins
    Fill them up with jelly that means I’m jamming them
    I’ll break any lyrical levy, yep, I keep damning trends
    And kill of any one of yous, who can’t stand to bend
    This ain’t ganksta style, I’m causing “Havoc, like I’m mob deep
    I’m a “Prodigy” so wild, I creep even when the blog reeks
    Cutting off hands, bury them in Yonkers and chopping off feet
    Leaving style nameless in the Hudson, so you can toss sheets
    You know a made man keeps the code and we don’t speak
    And I’m just like my money, I can’t and I won’t sleep

    September 23, 2011 at 10:40 pm

    • ‘Cutting off hands, bury them in Yonkers and chopping off feet’ WOW! these are fighting words, Brilliant INK here

      September 24, 2011 at 9:53 am

      • Just tried to get a lil Tony Soprano on this one. lol

        david

        September 24, 2011 at 4:50 pm

    • Agreein wit Frankie…someone needs a hug today lol

      September 24, 2011 at 3:18 pm

      • Just give me some free chips another drink and a free room, and i promise i’ll come down. Hee hee

        September 24, 2011 at 4:59 pm

    • hotta dayummmm! ur full of killer lines. unfukinbelieveable …..

      September 25, 2011 at 2:51 am

    • Ok Gangsta, i see u go’n hard ass hell. You droppin n album on here

      September 26, 2011 at 4:52 pm

      • Might as well, that was # 10. ha. I need just a couple more and a hidden track and I’ll be on my way.

        D

        September 26, 2011 at 8:35 pm

  9. mike

    love the flow, but know the currents can sweep you under the undertow.
    Know life is precious. but the second you leap you can fall from another blow.
    speechless. under no circumstance will i ever be a numbered soul
    The days are long, the slumbers slow. i wonder though
    how lighthing strikes but thunder glows.
    The small things will get you killed but only me and them hunters know.
    love is like finding a needle in haystack. Something so brilliant will leave
    you and your past dazed as you attempt to go way back.
    Love is near so find the nearest exit and stay back.
    The things you find so precious about love. Well i hate that.
    But i need it. I find it such a pearl . If you cant find it then, be it.
    Most of the time it’s blind so Love can’t see it….
    Break the chains , free it. . You can break my legs but i’ll knee it.
    I’ma love until my art is dead. love is the reason that my heart is red.
    My art is love. my love is art. Without the two i’ll have no heart. ..

    ehhh trying to get in the freestyle groove aint workin popz!!!

    September 24, 2011 at 12:52 am

    • ‘Most of the time its blind, so love can’t see’ Absolutely love this one Mike. Well done

      September 24, 2011 at 9:49 am

      • mike

        thanks!!

        September 24, 2011 at 6:06 pm

    • ain’t working my ass…lol.. that was ill!!!!!!!!!!!

      September 24, 2011 at 3:19 pm

      • mike

        HEY thank you roxy! i thought it could have been longer though lol! 🙂

        September 24, 2011 at 6:07 pm

    • Pk, I see you not all pyschopath Mike… I am feeling this joint

      September 27, 2011 at 11:13 am

  10. Red Dirt

    I hear the bitch with her puppies barkin
    at scraps and fear
    of the trail I’m marking

    I’ll cut the tails from between your legs
    and howl at your voice
    as it bleeds from iron pegs
    hammered into “Red Dirt” and bile
    staining each link in your tether
    green and red with quivering fear
    And there you lie, belly up
    submissive to any sound
    that means escape, a place to run,
    from the pain of silence, afraid to speak
    or think of thoughts that rhyme
    You have a master within you
    gett off your haunches
    and stand proud of true

    I hear the bitch with her pupiies barkin
    at scraps and fear
    of the trail I’m markin

    September 24, 2011 at 1:49 am

    • Very interesting and dark write. Welcome to the LAB

      David

      September 24, 2011 at 6:27 am

      • Red Dirt

        Thank you for the time and space!!!!

        September 25, 2011 at 2:29 am

    • OH! that dog and her pups kept flooding my mind. This is a very deep write. Well done Red Dirt

      September 24, 2011 at 9:48 am

    • whew..ok…yea lol..

      September 24, 2011 at 3:20 pm

    • mike

      Pretty vivid.. niiiiiiiiice!

      September 24, 2011 at 6:07 pm

      • Red Dirt

        Mike, Mike, Mike! Thanks for being my guide on this one, every good assasin needs a spotter!

        September 25, 2011 at 2:31 am

    • Welcome to the UGL Red Dirt…

      September 27, 2011 at 11:14 am

  11. 6ix
    This is for Michael, sometimes love is a quick fix
    Most of the time, its diarrhea, see, its sick shit
    All compromise and trust me, I have lived this
    Hearts broken, the art of love is filled with mischief
    And I am always a misfit who believes its all kismet
    Love makes the heart flutter and it makes me fidget
    My thoughts stutter, I’m left open like slit wrists
    Constantly hoping, she gets me and she gets it
    But even if she does, things always seem to change
    The bonds that held you, fall apart like broken chains
    I know this sounds cynical, but love is a hopeless game
    But I am in love with love, so that means at times I choke with pain
    And it’s only when you get wet, that you know its rain
    My heart burns to the point that I’m forced to soak in flames
    Love is abstract art, different to everyone who looks at it
    But I’ll cut off an ear for it to hear me or at least take a stab at it
    I’m a hopeless romantic; it’s a drug and I’m such a bad addict
    Looking for that quick fix, cause if even for a moment, I’m glad to have it

    September 24, 2011 at 8:25 am

    • ‘But I’ll cut off an ear for it to hear me or at least take a stab at it’

      Awesome INK. Love this one.

      September 24, 2011 at 9:51 am

      • Hey that was my fav line in that joint too.

        David

        September 24, 2011 at 4:49 pm

    • damn….yep my fav outa the 6!

      September 24, 2011 at 3:22 pm

      • Is it because i brought love into and your a hopeless romantic? hmmm

        David

        September 24, 2011 at 5:00 pm

    • lmao.. noo!!!!..smh.. and y cant i reply to ur comment? y i gota go all up here!/..horrible

      September 24, 2011 at 5:34 pm

    • God darnit, D-Cipher, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore. LOL.. Sorry I had to use that line.. I was Watching blazing saddles while I read this…lol

      September 27, 2011 at 11:19 am

  12. a free weekend

    Uh Muahzz I Love This

    Ruged And Raw SH*T

    Never Let No One

    Tell You Something

    That Can Not Do

    When Know In Your Heart

    You Can Do It,

    F*ck a Dream Killer

    The Bigger The Thoughts

    Is Bigger The Mind

    THe Bigger The Star

    Is Bigger The Shine,

    F*Ck A Dream Killer

    Uh A Dead Poet

    They Seen Me

    In My Last Free Balance

    That Funeral And Wake ShIt

    They Said A Dream Was Pronounce

    Dead At

    The Murder Scene,

    Check The Paulse

    Of A Real Negro

    Alive Dream,

    Faster The Car

    is The Bigger Drive,

    Either Its All In A Small Pen

    Or Its All In A Big Voice

    No He Didnt

    Say This No

    He Didnt Write That,

    I’m Liable To Enjoy

    The Budle Of Joy

    I’m Liable To Snap

    Say F*Ck It All

    And Then Get Into

    Bundle Of Broken Trouble,

    I Controle The Free

    I Controle Me….

    September 24, 2011 at 3:02 pm

    • I’m liable to snap…lmao.. story of my life.

      September 24, 2011 at 3:23 pm

    • Wow, too many great line in this joint Bel. Really feeling this. “Faster The Car is The Bigger Drive, Either Its All In A Small Pen or Its All In A Big Voice”. Niiiiiice.

      David

      September 24, 2011 at 4:53 pm

    • mike

      very well written 😀

      September 24, 2011 at 6:09 pm

    • Absolutely love the positivity here. Agree so much, so many fuckin wet blankets in the world, never let them cramp U’r style. Love this INK

      September 24, 2011 at 11:51 pm

    • YEZZIR BEL ROC, ROCKED IT IN HERE !

      September 27, 2011 at 11:20 am

  13. My emos!!! ur piece was visual! i dig!

    September 24, 2011 at 3:25 pm

  14. I’m abrasive Call me Sybil in her dire stages
    My pen carries different faces..I meant phases
    Either way I HATE them all so fuck it I’m a racist
    I’m beyond offensive
    I ride borderlines like they do my bloodline on fences
    And snatch their spines so I can hang their blind eyes onto picket signs
    While I explode worse than Iraq and gasoline combined
    I ate so much reality I’m dealing with obesity
    Tried to give it back but got bulimia and questioned as a conspiracy
    But I showed my ass and drained diarrhea on their publicity
    So unsettled..unraveled and untitled ..fuck it I never had a placement
    And scientists still think I came from an ape getting pregnant
    They must’ve hit their heads when the blast hit the pavement
    Or maybe I did? that would explain my derangement
    But then again my brain and I never had an engagement
    It kept leaving me for the growing polygamy
    Now I sit with the rest of society fucking myself for monogamy
    So I don’t understand why they keep wanting to keep me in therapy
    When I’m finally using their only means 2 stay sane as a remedy!

    September 24, 2011 at 5:29 pm

    • Fucking A, that was hot. Let me sharpen my pencil again. Damn. Damn. DAAAAMN

      September 24, 2011 at 5:58 pm

    • mike

      Wow… this was dope!

      September 24, 2011 at 6:09 pm

    • WOW! Now, this is some straight talking INK. Tried to pick out my fav line, but if I do, I have to pick out the entire poem. Absolutely fanfuckintastic INK

      September 24, 2011 at 11:56 pm

    • Ooooo Roxy …. whew girlfriend …. WHAT??!! THE HELL??!! pinch me cuz i’m dreamin like crazy Ooo weee ….

      September 26, 2011 at 5:23 am

    • OH SHIZZNIT!! EMA Making me step my pen game up….GO EMA GO!!!

      September 27, 2011 at 11:21 am

  15. A Quicky………..By Debby Frank Glennon

    i didn’t know i was suppose to keep it going-

    just jumped in without questions

    guess i learned a lesson

    now getting ready to make a mess in

    this lab i am a guess in

    shaking it up

    on opening

    now watch it exploding

    blasting it’s bubbles

    all over this room …

    sudsing it sticky

    icky gooey

    how’s this one for a quicky……

    lets hear it for the quicky

    I leave with a curtsey

    a wink , flirtsy……………………………………..

    September 24, 2011 at 5:32 pm

    • Ohh, Deb, you aint a guest…. Your family. Nowww let me borrow fifty bucks. lol. Great write.

      David

      September 24, 2011 at 5:59 pm

    • lol smh @ david’s response…. and nice pen Deb!!!

      September 25, 2011 at 4:20 pm

    • Yeah… your family…. can I borrow the rake…LOL… HOT ISH DEBBY!!

      September 27, 2011 at 11:22 am

  16. mike

    @ David.. fav line is And it’s only when you get wet that you know its rain… <–deeeeeep .. whole thing was hot.. need to make that a collab!

    September 24, 2011 at 6:03 pm

    • Thanks mike, actually, I wrote that line for you. I knew you’d like it when I wrote it.

      Dad

      September 24, 2011 at 8:46 pm

  17. Wooooooow……I needed all these reads today….even though I missed it yesterday…..This was an awesome post….everyone did wonderful….Marsha I looooooooovvvee when you let that pen out the bag…….Here we go gang….

    FREESTYLE
    It’s been a while since I let my pen bleed metaphorically
    So bow down to the crown and get down with my floetry
    My mind tripping cuz I been slipping on some real life ish
    No time for foolishness, eliminating all
    fakeness
    lifeless
    childish
    and corruptible ways
    New lessons no stressing bettering myself like school days
    Don’t get upset when I press eject cuz your rhythm I’m not feeling
    Inhale to exhale to prepare you for my venom that I’m spitting
    I’ve captured your mind in time
    and kidnapped your hypothalamus
    Sending signals to your organs, your aorta I’m bout to bust
    Nervous system on crash, equilibrium descending
    Your lungs have collapsed on you there’s no depending
    Your time is up, maxed out, with no reconciliation
    My intellect can’t stress on your self-indulgent behavior
    You lost me to everything incapable of loving you back
    Can’t live life through the sensations of your ball sac
    Now I’m on a different job and the CEO is ME
    My office is ran by a higher power
    And He’s filled all of my vacancies
    This QUEENDOM is closed….

    September 24, 2011 at 6:31 pm

    • Nicely done. I think your wide open. I love it. Actually, it started on Friday, but it’s open all week.

      Feel free to let your pen bleed more masterpieces.

      David

      September 24, 2011 at 8:35 pm

    • OMG! What a POWERFUL write. ‘I am woman hear me roar’ comes to mind, Love these lines, ‘Can’t live life through the sensations of your ball sac
      Now I’m on a different job and the CEO is ME’ but, the entire write was just mind boggling.

      September 25, 2011 at 12:00 am

    • WHAT!!!… mannnnn I started off highlightin then it went berserk and i highlighted the whole dam piece lol… good shit mz Queen!

      September 25, 2011 at 4:33 pm

    • DAMN DAMN DAMN!! ALL HOTNESS WHEN YOU DROPPED THIS!!!

      September 27, 2011 at 11:24 am

  18. i thank yall for reading and i really enjoyed everyone freestyle friday great poets… and thanks david for freestyle i needed that bro real talk..

    September 24, 2011 at 7:39 pm

  19. Ive wasted ink on plastered thought
    The words I fought were worth the lost
    At any cost
    They crossed freedom of spiritual reality
    It hurts to say words as such would ever come out of me
    HONESTLY!
    I promised me
    In totality,
    Never to spit hate.
    Can you relate?
    A words dynasty
    Can be confined in me
    If I use it as a weapon an not to create!
    EXAMPLE
    Fuck the spics, crackers, niggas and terrorist
    Raghead, gooks, and chinks, I know they scared of this
    Porch monkeys, hoodlums, crackheads running free
    Theses are the destructive words the youth will come to see
    Words of wasted talent shown anger by man
    Was not the reason poetry was placed in our hands

    September 24, 2011 at 8:11 pm

    • Bravo, BP, bravo. I love your word usage. Very original and creative.

      David

      September 24, 2011 at 8:32 pm

      • Thank ya Kindly sir….

        September 27, 2011 at 11:25 am

    • whoa dude you are making us be responsible to do what is right as poets… and sometimes i really do like to do the wrong thing –jk.. loved this..debby

      September 24, 2011 at 9:26 pm

      • YOU Know a NUKKA Gotta do What a NUkka Got to do..LOL… Thanks Deb

        September 27, 2011 at 11:26 am

    • Very wise words here Phoenix, I hate ‘poetry’ being used as a means of spewing hatred. Great INK

      September 25, 2011 at 12:15 am

      • Thanks much Frankie… You know as well as I do We as poets came a long way from that crap… May we never revisit it again…

        September 27, 2011 at 11:27 am

    • Words of wasted talent shown anger by man
      Was not the reason poetry was placed in our hands- … hold on im still digesting..

      September 25, 2011 at 4:35 pm

      • LOL… Food for thought mme hermana

        September 27, 2011 at 11:28 am

  20. 7even
    By David Cardenas

    Ain’t nothing free, not even the ink in my pen
    I lift my hands to the Lord, but I feel it from within
    Covered in sin; where shall I begin
    Where does it go and when will it all end
    Life spins, but I’m here at a standstill
    Being dumped on by societies landfill
    Poison crammed in my brain and I can’t keep my hands still
    I’m open to what ever, so now they say this mans ill
    I hold a hand full of pills and broken dreams
    Red, pink, blue, all spill along with purple and green
    Red was for my heart that burst at the seems
    Pink was for my tender insides that hurt by all means
    Blue was for my soul; the light no longer beams
    Purple was for my mind when it tried to scream
    And green, green was for just holding back my schemes
    I swallow them down to kill the demonic fiends
    As I floated higher…for a moment I touched heaven
    Angelic whispers in my ear remind me that this is write number 7
    But it was over taken by the devils tone in my head that deafened
    And wait, weight…I fell faster then lead, through various sections
    Then…
    Static… cartoons… mathematical equations… birth
    My wings burned and I crashed back to the earth
    Staring in the mirror to catch my self worth
    Stranded in this paddle cell, with only myself to hurt

    September 24, 2011 at 8:30 pm

    • its impossible to have a Fav with u….fukin impossible… wait no i remember this one piece u did for ur daughter and its still outweighs all … nevertheless… u rocked this piece even with all its emotions flying in different directions

      September 25, 2011 at 4:38 pm

      • Awww, thanks Roxy. Anything concerning my kids is a good thing.

        D

        September 25, 2011 at 8:09 pm

    • OK, Now I need you to do a bonus track and a rmix featuring Biz Markie on this one..lol.. Great shyt Ciph

      September 27, 2011 at 11:29 am

  21. Settle-ing Inn………………………..By Debby Frank Glennon

    i dont want to ever get out of here…
    this is where i ruffle my feathers
    and do whatever i dare…
    i shine my boot soles..
    and liven up my own sole (soul)
    i tip my hat
    and nod my head
    with that hello is what i said…
    friends nourish
    ships flourish (friendships)
    i always encourage …
    the lost
    i always acknowledge
    the dead
    i pray for our heros….

    and i cry for their mothers…

    the fathers always blame themselves
    and stock bottles upon their shelves
    to keep them liquidfied
    to act dignified
    every now and then slap their wives..
    they slap their wives right on the ass.
    and yeah you know right where that ends up!!
    3 guesses you can’t lose
    couch — floor—- table
    let’s have a nother shot of that booze…
    now you better save them dar cans-
    cause
    i’ll tell the junk man on you
    and he’ll be sure to ride your street
    and park his vehicle
    in front of your house…….
    everynight…
    give you somebody to pick on…
    whoa lots of fun….
    like I said
    I don’t ever want to get outta here
    here’s a curtsey
    and a wink — flirtsy………………………Debby Frank Glennon

    September 24, 2011 at 9:24 pm

  22. good job David and Debby….

    September 24, 2011 at 10:29 pm

  23. Unpacking………………………….By Debby Frank Glennon

    i got my luggage
    leaving it on your doorstep
    take my baggage
    to the guest room??
    well now that you say what??
    I’m no longer a guest here??
    what i gots to pay for my beer?
    now they wannna call me family
    if thats what you think
    inside my suitcase
    got me 12 bottles of mace
    aiming at your face
    and i never lend money to fam—-ily
    fifty bucks
    be buying me breakfast, lunch, and
    promising me no sobriety
    a dreamless night
    induced by notararity
    unpacking my bags..
    planning to hang
    where words
    kill like swords
    where guns
    blast thru puns
    where bullets fly
    and no one dies…
    and everybody goes home tonight…………………………..By Debby Frank Glennon

    September 24, 2011 at 10:44 pm

    • Red Dirt

      Loved the baggae, luggage, and guest room line, excellent weaving!

      September 25, 2011 at 2:21 am

    • I love how you ripped this

      September 27, 2011 at 12:51 pm

  24. All Moved In………………………………By Debby Glennon

    my bags are empty
    i’m ready to sleep
    closing the eyes
    stopping the visions
    sounds
    everything around…
    good night all poets
    good night all friends
    good-nite to my rivals …
    good- nite to my fans….
    if you know the lines
    repeat after me…if not — good- nite……..By Debby Frank Glennon….

    September 25, 2011 at 12:14 am

  25. hittn back to Dirty Cash ….

    Faster than the speed of sound,
    Dirty Cash hits the ground
    running with words
    making all the rebounds
    He’s the dealer, the peeler,
    a lyrical wheeler
    spitting venom every second
    with perfect bravado
    making time like there’s no stopping him,
    Mr. Movado
    Alarm set to chime
    when lames come to rip snort
    Dirty Cash … armed and ready
    treatin them wannabees like a genital wart

    September 25, 2011 at 1:58 am

    • dying laughin at the “treatin them wannabees like a genital wart” .. WHAT! lmfao!

      September 25, 2011 at 4:42 pm

    • Ok I see the First Lady is on the move… Go Marsha

      September 27, 2011 at 12:52 pm

  26. yall on fiyah…..

    September 25, 2011 at 3:45 am

    • 10en
      By Dirty Cash

      Warts, syphilis, even herpes and scabies
      I’m infecting all wannabies with lyrical rabies
      Foaming at the mouth; taking bites off of their poetic babies
      Until I’m lock jawed or at least until they taz me
      Shocking, but my every jot is shifty and shady
      Marsha should have warned you that I was simply crazy
      Puffing on that purple stuff until my every thought is hazy
      High on Crush, I bust stupid shit until everyone hates me
      I’m addicted to the flow; I’m like whoa, please take me
      And I’ve been rocking rhymes ever since the early eighties
      Offending dudes, ladies, and even poetic masters
      It’s a disaster because my hands are slow but my flow is faster
      So I keep trying to play catch up, I mean catcher
      Every rhyme that comes in gets disposed like I’m a body snatcher
      It all gets deciphered and chopped up from the lyrical hacker
      No cameras or directors; I’ve never been an actor
      Yes, it’s the word professor, glowing like a nuclear reactor
      The verb smasher, rolling over catz with a metaphorical tractor
      Love me or hate me, but believe me, I have always been a factor
      And when the world comes to an end, I’ll be writing the day after

      September 26, 2011 at 4:00 am

      • dayummmmm brb …

        September 26, 2011 at 5:27 am

      • UM… Do I need a condom to read this…lol OH! Too late..lol

        September 27, 2011 at 12:52 pm

  27. 8ight
    By Dirty Cash

    It’s the return of the heavy weights
    Flow like Katrina watch how the levies break
    Drowning haters at such a steady rate
    Wait…class in session, don’t test your fate
    BP and me, we the dynamic duo, but fuck it we both batman
    Get it straight, dirty mouth spittas who belong in a trash can
    No grouch, tell Oscar we leaving more holes in catz like an afghan
    We’re unbreakable shattering jaws on every glass man
    Flash in a pan, lightning in a bottle, ha, or just a kill in time
    Choke the throttle that would be us if lightning strikes a billion times
    Feel my mind? Bloody knuckles – I’m still on the grind
    With so many chuckles, that’s me just killing these lines
    Drinking the Kool-Aid; Hey Jim, do you have any crackers with this
    It just a fools fate, wake up… I seen to many slackers just quit
    Microphone empty, stay asleep; I’ll attack it and spit
    And rip some of the most vile shit that a bastard can spit
    This is number 8, the buffet open stack up your plate
    Fill it up high, life is great and the diet will have to wait

    September 25, 2011 at 1:42 pm

  28. Microphone empty, stay asleep; I’ll attack it and spit
    And rip some of the most vile shit that a bastard can spit…MMM mmm MMM..

    September 25, 2011 at 4:45 pm

    • Thanks Roxy. I’m on the block grinding…

      D

      September 25, 2011 at 8:08 pm

  29. 9ine
    By Black Raven

    It’s the Black Raven, darker then the mind of Wes Craven
    Lyrical switch blading, knives grind, shining on the throats of dead maidens
    Gutting rhymes, dissecting verses; every noun and verbs I’m filleting
    Licking the blade, slicing tongues with no delaying
    I’m crawling under skin, misbehaving – extraterrestrial
    Making women cringe; flowing more then a monthly menstrual
    Back strokes, I lack jokes so I’m swimming in a dead pool
    Surrounded by creepy crawly critters until my heads full
    Sleeping on 9 inch nines, for lunch I dine in hell
    Stabbing the beast with a side dish of swine and snails
    I’m inclined to bail, see I got a mind to fail
    So I drag three dead bodies with me, I might as well
    Back hand the devil, leave him pummeled and leveled
    Grab my shovel and advance to another level
    I don’t even write anymore, I’m carving it in the back of head
    Lay them face down on the floor, so I can see what I last said

    September 25, 2011 at 7:36 pm

    • fukn AAAAAAAAAAAAAA ! sizzle and spit hot!

      September 26, 2011 at 4:08 pm

      • Thanks Marsha, I love freestyling.

        David

        September 26, 2011 at 8:35 pm

  30. Red Dirt

    Silent
    The assasins
    mind is a dangerous
    tool sharper than any weapon
    in a fools arsenal
    more powerful
    than peace

    Searching eyes scorch the landscape
    of a desert valley littered with bones
    without flesh, like words without meaning
    the pulse lost in time and rythyms are memories
    for romantics and fools long buried in dust

    The sound of the screeching hawk soars
    on thermal twists of fate as the assasin
    gazes undistracted at possibilities and horizons
    glowing orange and melting into tomorrow, “It’s my time.”
    He thinks as darkness rises from the parched landscape of
    yesterday.

    Now I’ll search for love and death in the throws
    of a passion only a few could know
    how to handle and revere for moments and milleniums
    of joy and lust to come

    Alone I walk across your heart with fear and desire
    shining down like an oppresssive desert sun’s fire
    burning into your minds eye blinding your thoughts
    and silencing your screams as you expire

    But death and orgasms are easy for the fool
    it’s patience that make me smile and you drool
    at the fear of love as a measured death
    awaiting one last stroke of the assasins tool

    So beware, we are watching with peircing eyes
    putting words in your mouth that pry
    open your worst fears and reach into the depths
    of your soul and grasp your deepest desires

    Alone
    I search your soul
    from a distant outcrop
    watching fear from above
    and the fire below that burns bright
    in a quivering voicet
    frozen silent
    by us

    September 26, 2011 at 3:49 am

    • Very deep. I love the imagery on this one. It screams at me.

      David

      September 26, 2011 at 3:58 am

      • Red Dirt

        Thanks David, really enjoyin the posts. The pace is awsome, I’ll be an apprentice till I can run with the big dogs!!!!

        September 26, 2011 at 2:05 pm

    • excellent pen and visual tapestry!

      September 26, 2011 at 4:11 pm

    • Love the visual picture you displeyed here red Dirt!!

      September 27, 2011 at 12:53 pm

  31. Flippin It and Ego Trippin’ It

    SO say it’s ego trippin’ you want? I’ll give it a go
    but once I get started don’t call me no hoe
    hot rocks and massage and strokin’ the words
    I put fools into the ground with my flow, now ya heard
    don’t need no new panties or underwire you see
    my tongue starts this dialogue my words are set free
    to stylize and mesmerize and capsize ear buds
    believe what you listen to cuz these rips ain’t no duds
    I be gyratin’ the verbiage and humpin’ the nouns
    Best believe all my antics are saved for the clowns
    Who sit open-mouthed and shocked and can’t utter a sound
    Except damn, you go sistah, with the flow you done found
    ‘bout the money and dope game and jobs disappearin’
    For the children and mamas and daddys who’s hearin’
    My words full of truth and I keep spillin’ raw game
    Best listen up and get with it before you’re too lame
    To rhyme right beside me ALL our egos hand-in-hand
    Our multitude of words will rule this great land
    Ego trippin’ …

    September 26, 2011 at 5:42 am

    • Diggin the bravado…

      September 26, 2011 at 6:18 am

    • don’t need no new panties or underwire you see
      my tongue starts this dialogue my words are set free – OH WOW MARSH!.. You goin in on ’em

      September 27, 2011 at 12:54 pm

  32. you ride em low and you ride em high
    the words you be spittin just hitting your thigh
    like jeans three sizes too big you can’t fill your britches
    thinking you’re some “gonna-be” ~ collecting some riches
    news flash: you gotta dash because of diaper rash
    A & D can’t help you get rid of the inflammation
    there’s no cure for your disease no other medication
    so you just sit and marinate in it, your assness is showing
    step away from me Stewie your brashness is growing
    too blind to see clearly too foolish to tie your shoe
    I look at you and all I can see is Mr. Magoo
    just tripping along Droopy Draws saggin way down
    adjust yourself homie, your new tag: Bozo the Clown.

    (for all those wannabees …. LOL)

    September 26, 2011 at 5:45 am

    • Lol, love the word play on this one Marsha.

      David

      September 26, 2011 at 6:19 am

  33. okay okay …

    i’m sitting here worried about my next dollar
    the credit card company called said give them a holler
    ain’t got no more duckets to pay all these bills
    and whoops … there I go … right over the hill
    SO JUST FUCK IT

    this school mess has got my poor head a-reelin’
    i’m keyed up and jazzed up ~ pull me off of the ceiling
    this ol brain of mine is all ready to snap
    and just where is that freakin’ smart thinking cap??
    SO JUST FUCK IT!

    and that dude that’s my ex he won’t leave me alone
    he needs to move on and go the fuck home
    and stop stalking me and my moves he’s like my damn shadow
    before I kick his ass royal ~ man don’t he know?
    SO JUST FUCK IT!

    i’ll snap on his booty and put him to shame
    bust both of his legs ~ make his dumb ass lame
    don’t mess with this sistah ~ I move butterfly free
    I’ll float up beside him and sting like a bee
    SO JUST FUCK IT!

    stress on my mind stress on my brain
    it’s enough to drive a person insane
    as hard as I try I can’t get ahead
    inside of my soul I feel all the way dead
    SO JUST FUCK IT

    pass me the prozac and hand me some doobs
    gone south for the winter hey where are my boobs?
    i laugh when i’m sad and keep my head straight
    hazing my mind a lot so I’m not stuck on hate
    SO JUST FUCK IT!

    (unvaulted)

    September 26, 2011 at 5:55 am

    • Wow, I’m really diggin the style of this one, Marsha. I’d say more about it… but Just Fuck it.. lol

      Great write.

      David

      September 26, 2011 at 6:20 am

  34. ROXY …. I’M PULLIN ONE OUTTA THE HAT

    ROXY
    Men seem to think in-between thighs
    As if what hides between is a surprise
    And I’m fed up with the lines they throw my way
    Hey ‘Lil Mama, listen to what I have to say
    I got the magic stick and damaging licks
    But really it nuts before it hits minute six
    Baggy jeans showing draws
    Sitting on the corner shouting cat calls
    Eyeing my curves and craving attention
    I don’t like beggars it’s below my expectations
    Show me respect and I’ll do the same
    Listen to what I’m about to proclaim
    Wash your teeth, take a shower
    Clean your opinions of women but take hours
    Cause the ones you’ve been dealing with
    Are hoes, sluts, and tricks
    We’re about the mind; we’re not worried about your dick

    MARSHA
    Talk about the six minute man, baby girl, you’ve got it made
    What about the one minute man without a serenade?
    Says what he’s packing is fire and an all-out grenade
    I say he’s sour ~ only good for squeezing lemonade
    Yeah, I said it; he’s piss-poor and full of a masquerade
    The hot air he’s been blowing he could have done HIMSELF proud
    That is, if he knew how to do it with his head in the clouds
    Cause he’s dreaming and scheming all about the creaming
    Beaming and gleaming just waiting for the screaming
    I say to men like this go back to preschool
    Pull up a seat to the beat of Sex-Ed 101 and don’t be no fool
    Know what pleases a woman is not all in her jeans
    We want you to love our minds first and to be treated like queens

    ROXY
    Some men have been weaned from the breast
    Unable to leave the nest
    Use us as pillows for support and love
    But what we get in return isn’t anything like the above
    We fill with absence of your presence
    As we come back to our senses
    We walk on our wits
    Unperturbed by your lil fits
    Name calling shows nothing but insecurities
    Grown man immaturities
    Bitch, yea I’ll be that
    I know you’ll regret it looking back
    But there’s no taking back
    You should’ve been wiser to look at the facts
    See Marsha and I are women
    We demand reverence from a true man
    We don’t stay to be mistreated
    We choose to be completed
    Got no time for lil boys
    Our personalities aren’t meant to be one of your toys.

    MARSHA
    Sorry fellas, we know that you aren’t all the same
    Excuse us for lumping you in a box with the blame
    My girl, Poetically Captured, and I are here to observe
    How many men act and how they do not deserve
    Our hearts, our minds, our bodies, our souls
    Because women like us have set higher goals
    Than to be treated like dirt and our names in the mud
    Stop the flood, end bad blood, we’re not looking for some stud
    The men that will woo us are lyrically strapped
    They bestow the flow and naturally adapt
    No name-calling, no mind-fucking, no bullshit encounter
    Respect us, worship us, we’re your Frankincense and myrrh

    © 27march2009 ~ A Poetically Captured and Mz. Marsha collab

    September 26, 2011 at 6:02 am

    • Yes, yes, yeeees, I love the back and forth on this one.

      David

      September 26, 2011 at 6:22 am

      • 🙂 THANKS dAVID

        September 26, 2011 at 6:29 am

  35. Red Dirt

    Really
    you can’t cut off our balls
    and build up walls
    based on hormones and pheremones
    workin on your phone
    we aint wakin up to that shit
    flyin off the shoulder leavin us with the chip
    that all them woman carry like a cross
    at something they think is a loss
    What about us with the bitch in heat
    that rides mountains one minute
    only to crowd a brother in the sheets
    after her words are bold and character weak
    Where is that wench that rides under the guise
    of a loner only to text 7 times before the sun rises
    ‘where u at?” ” What u doin” “You mad @me?”
    And don’t believe that “friends with benefits shit”
    cause real real soon she’ll be havin a fit
    cause you aint called or bothered to stop by
    and all day long you wonder why
    your even bothered to believe that line
    when all along it was a hook she designed
    but I ain’t mad, she isn’t every woman
    just a mirror for the ones who don’t know
    It’s ok to be alone and show
    a brother a good time without a ring
    cause it’s all good when the night is done
    just remember when we say we’re done,
    we’re done!!!!

    Love ya!!!!

    September 26, 2011 at 1:33 pm

    • good one Red Dirt … the knife cuts both ways for sure! it’s refreshing seeing a different perspective from a man’s side of love/fwb/relationship ish.

      September 26, 2011 at 4:15 pm

      • Red Dirt

        I agree, Marshe, and the task doesn’t seem easier as you get older, I thought we matured with age, most of us anyway.

        September 27, 2011 at 7:00 pm

  36. Black Raven is da shyt!!

    September 26, 2011 at 6:32 pm

  37. TRACK ONE!

    I never thought I’ll be without you
    I doubt you
    Ever thought the same, but we doin it again
    You and I in the past have always been friends
    And I swore the day I met we be friends ‘til the end
    Yeah,
    I know there’s times when even I can stand you
    Said I’ll walk away, well at least I thought I planned to
    Damn I can’t stand you
    Your grip on me is so tight
    Every time your in my head
    I got to get up and write
    Your gonna get me fired, always interrupting my life
    But I know if I didn’t have you, I’d still be searching for light
    Really
    You like the one think that motivates me to live
    You even the reason that I think about having more kids
    I want all of them to know you, and the things that I see
    It glorious thing to have you, glad you stuck it out with me
    I know everyone is proud to have ya,
    You her, her names CREATIVITY!!

    September 27, 2011 at 12:55 pm

    • absolutely AMAZING! BP u’v done it again ….. i love ‘her’ too! ❤

      September 28, 2011 at 4:17 pm

  38. TRACK TWO

    Now enter the path of Golden Arms, a UGL present’a
    A deadly venom of a poet, ever since I bust out the placenta
    A memba, represent’a of the psycho loco clan
    Known to act a fool when I get a pen in my hand
    I grip and I stand, lotus style, so I can create
    Line for line, a master-verse that holds a lot of lyrical weight
    I’m filling a plate, loading a bowl, see, the cups overflowing
    A mind that never stop, ENERGIZER, keeps going and going
    All seeing and knowing, Naw! Not talking about I
    I’m talking about that great master poet that created the sky
    He also created that guy, who create that thing
    Which create the mean by which the poetry sings
    I got a poetry fling, fling’n the words that are absurd yet they make sense
    Gone back to the future so I can see I sound in the past tense!
    I know that line makes no sense, but I been doing it since, my freestyles had scents
    (THE SHIT)
    And I’m gone for now til its time for track three
    Golden Arms, Transform and roll out, its time for BP

    September 27, 2011 at 12:55 pm

    • wow …. every line is a knock out! smh thinkin, ‘damn, i wish i woulda wrote that ish!’ fierce as hell!

      September 28, 2011 at 4:20 pm

  39. TRACK THREE

    Entranced by a dark reveille
    Hypnotic melody
    A scream,
    Gasp for air,
    A hellish delicacy
    I relished in thee
    Embellish me
    Let your fears be my passion
    Immortal wails of distraction
    Formulate my erotic reaction
    Of satisfaction.
    I see your grieving
    Delighted by the sight of your pain
    I need you bleeding
    I’m eating
    From deaths plate
    A rectification of deaths weight
    That ponders on the shoulder of the living
    I can’t wait
    Fore the darkness leaves no room for your position
    My heartless creed, is to have you missing,
    My mission
    An disposition
    Is dark and dismal
    Abysmal
    Void from the light
    As serrated blade slices
    A piece of your life
    An remove you from the light
    Flames of agony shall unite
    And a ravenous feast
    Will be held on you
    Just for spite………

    September 27, 2011 at 1:16 pm

  40. Red Dirt

    Black is the night
    that feels just write
    like a blanket of isolation
    wrapping my intentions
    around visions of you, and I
    missing the moment of why
    with a blind eye closed
    to enemies and foes
    between us and paradise
    and anyone who knows
    I can’t be still
    even if you will
    trap who I am inside
    so you can reside
    with a man I don’t know
    who will stage the show
    you call life
    at the point of a knife
    stuck in my back
    while I look ahead
    with fear and dreaad
    at being dead
    or trapped
    on the path you mapped
    without listenin to my heart
    beating out of time
    with your rhyme
    and reason screaming
    and my thought bleeding
    all over your dreams
    of a me I don’t know
    or care to explo
    good-bye

    September 28, 2011 at 2:57 pm

    • deep ink and great follow through… love this!

      September 28, 2011 at 4:24 pm

  41. The Failed Immortal

    i was feelin this freestyle

    September 28, 2011 at 9:35 pm

  42. The Failed Immortal

    Unknown

    Everyday we grunts,Foot Soldiers
    Famine ridden with burden shoulders
    Holders of pain humility and discrimination
    a people without love at the cost of a nation
    Expectations set with
    Expirations met
    Inspirationa needed
    dignity kept
    we the hidden talent
    the street corner artist
    and for a lil change
    i will play my story hardest
    regardless of broken strings
    everynote played is an emotional thing
    every word spoken is the pain i sing
    lighting up the dark
    GOD as my blig
    DING…
    My times up
    waiting for round 2
    keep yours heads up

    September 29, 2011 at 4:32 pm

    • Nice flow. Very deep.

      David

      September 30, 2011 at 12:26 am

      • The Failed Immortal

        Thank u imma try to be a regular again on the LAB

        September 30, 2011 at 6:38 pm

  43. Spittin out the barrel of a gun/ feelin like a pharaoh in the sun/ I don’t do the math, cuz all that matters is the sum/ so let’s get it done.. a revolution today/ start in the heart, then conquer the mind, so it won’t lead you astray/ yo, I’m kinda like, “fuck getting paid”/ and fuck being saved/ how’d that work out for the ones they enslaved?/ i just gotta look at the necks they done hanged… then the legs with them ankles in the chains/ same folk now told to go on stage an’ entertain/ and its all the same act, they just change up the names/… and i didn’t kno i was supposed go in like this/ listen closely, you can tell it aint begin like this/ 2012 already? nah, it cant end like this/ they attack.. i just defend like this:/ train the brain so the pen can write this/ don’t matter if you throwin a black or white fist/ who your wife is/ no matter what your tribe is.. gettin paid aint shit when you learn what is priceless//…fa’real

    October 15, 2011 at 9:39 pm

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