The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

The Cypher

 Aight, it’s time to get in the circle with us and drop your cypher. Let’s get this one hype. The last time we did Freestyle Friday, we killed it. Let’s bring more flows and show the world who The Lyrical Assassins are. Big ups to my brother Black Phoenix and Maurice.

David Cardenas/Dirty Cash


82 responses

  1. Ace Barrack O'Boogie

    Ghost: Ace Barrack O’Boogie Kush a.k.a El Uno Yu Kno (-_-‘.)

    The dezzy hit em/ his life is very victim/
    i ride with crazy nukkas/ yu kno we got that heat on us,
    if yu want to see what we got/ then nukka be at the spot when we pull up in them drops with crazy gunz/
    all black 4 fifth, red beam, hollow tips, my nukkas 50 deep, your nukkas only 6, big gunz lot of ammo, tan boots, desert camo,
    2 gunz each, nukka yu better watch out, no more games to be played no more words out cha mouth, no more talkin like yu hard homie we outside ya house,
    yu can get stomped homie, yu can get jumped homie, double pump to the ribs yu can get some homie,
    door bell ding dong, mam can jimmy come out?, jimmy cant,
    jimmy scared cause he heard them things ringing out,
    ion care if jimmy scared, i fukkin run in his crib,
    shoot every snitch that he’s wit, and get da fukk out of there,
    dont care who yu are, dont give a fukk bout ya crew, str8 run in ya hood, cause
    that’s how (The L.A.B) do, if yu kno whats good dont let our names come out,
    cause we get ghost, after we let them things ring out- El Uno Yu Kno (-_-‘.)

    October 14, 2011 at 11:24 pm

    • yep, yep, thats my dawg, Ace. Great flow

      It’s starting out hot

      October 14, 2011 at 11:33 pm

    • fire in the booth!!!

      October 14, 2011 at 11:40 pm

    • aaight Ace….yeah ahter them niggaz going in up there u come and add more flame to tha fuckin fyah! LAB killin it….my niggaz going INNNNNNN! nice fuckin drop baby!

      October 14, 2011 at 11:41 pm

    • Yezzir Ace thats that fiyah.

      October 15, 2011 at 12:48 am

  2. im back like cooked crack….. nah, fuck that crack is wack
    im in tha beantown fitted and a hoodie dressed in all black
    got my mic in my hand my words ready to shoot
    drop my port on the ground smash it out wit my timberland boot
    L.A.B. in cahootz…….Strong like Al Qaeda
    stealing glory from haterz call me Winona Ryder
    underground rhymefest spark protest cuz haterz hate they cant do this
    fall like the world trade cuz they aint built to pursue this
    we already knew this……so our rhyming keeps elevating
    they trying to figure us out….its a no brainer theyre contemplating
    i got barz for daze as i puff on this haze
    standing tall beside my niggaz our verbal art on display
    u think thisis the ending but its just the beginning
    ciroc and cranberry in hand like Charlie Sheen…..I’M WINNINNNNNNNNNNNNNG

    October 14, 2011 at 11:31 pm

    • Fcuk Yeah. All I do is win win win. lol . You always kill it Candi, I wanna hear your spit, I bet your dope when you kill it.


      October 14, 2011 at 11:35 pm

    • keep spittin that flame for real

      October 14, 2011 at 11:41 pm

    • Ace Barrack O'Boogie

      ya swagg a mix of hood & sexi ma keep doin what yu do… i see yu Candi Cane

      October 14, 2011 at 11:46 pm

    • that’s my girl>>>>

      October 15, 2011 at 12:28 am

    • OK we got that sweet taste of Candi in the house!

      October 15, 2011 at 12:49 am

  3. When I drop a rhyme, Africa gets its first dose of winter
    Heart felt word play, put me in theatre
    I was raised in the truth so I grew my own facts
    Mixed ’em up with a rhyme scheme and laced ’em on tracks
    Metaphors? I spit lay ’em down like its grind time
    Haters should wear gum shield cos I’m going for the punchline
    I slam doors in faces that tell to spit this or that
    My rhymes too much for your dome that it might resize your fitted cap
    I spit these words for the kids hanging out on the avenue
    If I see you spit what you don’t live by then be sure that I will deal with you

    October 14, 2011 at 11:36 pm

    • Very nice brother.


      October 14, 2011 at 11:44 pm

    • DAAAAAMN NICE SHIT!!!! thats we get it poppin!

      October 14, 2011 at 11:44 pm

    • Ace Barrack O'Boogie

      ”When I drop a rhyme, Africa gets its first dose of winter” – Jay-El-El, ayo thats what im talkin about, nah they won’t even ready for that my dude

      October 14, 2011 at 11:49 pm

    • feeling it

      October 15, 2011 at 12:31 am

    • Jay El that’s a hot flow!

      October 15, 2011 at 12:52 am

  4. I FUCKIN DIGZ Everyones part!!!!…D u stupid..he said My money stretch longer then elastic on fat chicks LMFAO!..

    October 14, 2011 at 11:47 pm

    • Yea that line is going to live on. It made this chubby rocker chick all giggly!

      October 16, 2011 at 2:54 pm

  5. ya’ll gittn wit it. i’m with roxy …. cthu about ‘my money stretch longer than elastic on fat chicks’ hell yeah!

    October 14, 2011 at 11:59 pm


    October 15, 2011 at 12:00 am

  7. New.Ark Oracle

    Been chopping & hop scotching on these flows so lyrical
    I pitch it while they fetching my miracles

    Far I tossed it, the mind can explore
    The land of free-styling full of metaphors

    Come make a deposit in this room its a bet
    To get triple 7’s no need to fret

    Its already guaranteed aint lost one yet
    I say him gonna bus yah in da’head wit a jammer set

    Str8 split your skull like a blunt blacker jacker
    So don’t get lost on this phenominal tracker

    While i chop yah & hop-scotch yah
    For it will be your haw i’ll crack’ah str8 back slap’yah


    October 15, 2011 at 12:10 am

    • Sonya Killing it in the Building!

      October 15, 2011 at 12:53 am


      October 15, 2011 at 1:14 am

  8. im waiting for niggaz to drop bombs and ring these haterz alarms
    got them praying on tha 23rd verse from the book of Psalms
    theres no escape from this fate ur getting verbally raped
    fucking urself internalizes ur feelings to a new form of self hate
    im great nah im Spectacular still winning wit pride
    never been to Candi Land…..I’ll be ur personal guide
    buckle ya seatbelt for the ride cuz nigga its gonna get tough
    my words shoot thru ur hater suit leave ya ass looking ruff
    ENOUGH….no guts no glory niggaz wanna battle wit no wits
    thats like a topless stripper on stage all ass and no tits
    shit…i got plenty of both and still spit on tha mic lick a dick
    fuck tha shit out a beat like i was a porno chick
    nice and round like my ass yeah i lay it on thick
    u more bitch than ill eva be but ur pussy gets no licks…..

    October 15, 2011 at 12:14 am

    • ENOUGH….no guts no glory niggaz wanna battle wit no wits
      thats like a topless stripper on stage all ass and no tits
      shit…i got plenty of both and still spit on tha mic lick a dick
      fuck tha shit out a beat like i was a porno chick
      nice and round like my ass yeah i lay it on thick
      u more bitch than ill eva be but ur pussy gets no licks…..

      WOOOOOOW sometimes i shock myself….LMAO

      October 15, 2011 at 1:56 am

    • Ok Candi you burn’n it up

      October 15, 2011 at 2:19 am

    • Thats some raw ish Candi….peace!

      October 17, 2011 at 8:36 pm

  9. Say what say what? Yeah I’m on the realest stuff
    I’ve been spittin truth since Sean’s stage name was Puff
    And that was before my time, and still I’m catching up
    But I ain’t behind either, I got the clocks to stop
    I spittin fire loosely, no regard for smoke alarms
    These fakers raps be as real as the beef from McD’s cattle farms
    Yes, I dare to challenge cos my momma gave birth to a fighter
    A Title belt was my uniform for school, teachers couldn’t teach this winner
    Put me on a chessboard, I’ll go straight for the king
    Bed the queen in the process, bishop gets a choir to sing
    Heck yeah I desecrate any liar placed on my plate
    I ain’t gotta set the pace for the haters to know they late
    I’m live in the UK but my bloodlines african
    My feet hit british streets but my eyes see the motherland
    I won’t spit a bar about a knife or a nine
    Cos I got brother killed by ’em when it wasn’t their time
    So I fight goons with fists and battle suits with my words
    You think you’re owning this coop? There ain’t no shifting this bird.

    October 15, 2011 at 12:23 am


      October 15, 2011 at 12:26 am

    • Nice Flow

      October 15, 2011 at 3:00 am

    • Thats what i’m talking bout ….fight goons with bare fists & suits with the lethal word…thats my kind of work right there…..peace Olusanya

      October 17, 2011 at 8:33 pm

  10. strength of leader mind of a light…my skills are like clouds reaching new heights…don’t got haters or enemies cause Im the president superhero…Im not any of these Im that writer with fire lyrics… thought hotter then a dryer…got a bad attitude trust me Im no liar… but 75 good only cause a quarter of trouble and that’s how i rock… compared to others rumble…After all life flies by in like a second…u boys killed it now allow me to ressurect it…court of law in the building, like i’m lookin for an exit…blessed wit a style some may call perfection…wont take it that far tho i’m known to go hard like erections…plus i’m flyer that george jetsin…trust I stay higher than concord jets in, the sky…like i’m a licensed pilot by profession‎…you can say that I’m high….you can say I’m the Boss and I hired…MOAB…to be exactly who I desire…to be..exactly like the Almighty see….the smoke..but don’t realize that the fire…is me…and the Chi..or Ra….as I move so free…it’s like what you see, I saw….as life go from sea to saw….to shining sea…cuz like sushi…I’m raw…

    October 15, 2011 at 12:40 am

    • mauuuuuuuriiiiiiiiiiiiiice!!!!!! DAMN NIGGA U KILLIN IT! I C U my nigga!

      October 15, 2011 at 1:15 am

      • dat’s my job!!!! candi cane!!!!

        October 15, 2011 at 1:17 am

    • Ace Barrack O'Boogie

      ayoo yu goin in on some other shit …” After all life flies by in like a second…u boys killed it now allow me to ressurect it…court of law in the building, like i’m lookin for an exit…blessed wit a style some may call perfection” lmao…but yo let me go in for the ladies real quick my dude

      October 15, 2011 at 1:40 am

    • Damn Reese! You going for homicides

      October 15, 2011 at 3:01 am

  11. Ace Barrack O'Boogie

    First Impression: Ace Barrack O’Boogie Kush a.k.a El Uno Yu Kno (-_-’.)

    Excuse me lil mama, im not tryna start no drama, im just tryna get ya name,baby
    maybe get ya number. I ain’t not nothing like these other dudes,
    them clowns, they be hounding you, jus walked in the building
    and already they surrounding you. I had to play me part,yu kno low in da cut,
    wait for yu to hit the bar, so we can chop it up.
    i’m not even in a rush on the movement of pursuseing yu,
    Prolly only think that i was only into doing you.
    ion kno about ya past so tell me what yu been through,
    i enjoy ya looks really but tell me bout ya mental.
    See im tryna get yu high, nah im not talkin bout no drugs ma,
    thinkin conversation wise, so we can catch a buzz ma,
    so if yu wanna get high lets work it out,
    make moves to my crib and i will work yu out,
    turn yu round, yu kno str8 exstasey,
    and from the night to the morning yu’ll be next to me. -El Uno Yu Kno (-_-’.)

    October 15, 2011 at 12:56 am

  12. I don’t need to work anymore…my tour of slavery is over…no I’m not drunk,I say it while I am sober…money in the bank but I don’t need that Range Rover I change over to African Made…steering wheel inlaid with gemstones…leather stitches in herring bone patterns…no longer held back by Saturn…let the planets propel me…the universe spells success to me…i just let it be…attracting what I need…plantings seeds of my desires…my fires burn ever higher…i just pray that these techniques don’t make me out to be a liar…..MOAB!!!!!

    October 15, 2011 at 1:07 am

    • yessiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!

      October 15, 2011 at 1:16 am

      • lmfaooo this the cypher!!!!!!! come hard or go home!!!!!

        October 15, 2011 at 1:18 am

    • “leather stitches in herring bone patterns…no longer held back by Saturn”. Dope as shit right thur


      October 15, 2011 at 1:26 am

    • Ace Barrack O'Boogie

      damn my nigga calm down….make em pay for dat…sheeeesh lmao

      October 15, 2011 at 1:45 am

  13. I keeps it raw and gritty like sea shells oh hell
    Dirty back in your face like ole school gazelles
    Been rocking blocks since Fisher Price and Kaybee
    Since haters been sinking in shit waist deep
    It’s fucking crazy, I’m insane everytime I flip it
    I must be a dick, cause I’m fucking over these bitches
    You don’t wanna miss this, extra, extra
    I’m a homicidal maniac with a knife waiting to getcha
    Been down with the LAB from original conception
    Even then I was leaving haters in the fetal position
    Listen, while I spit this to the beat in your head
    Here we go, I’m a lyrical miracle who needs to be fed
    And when you see me coming atcha, get it straight
    I need a fork, some rhymes because I’m sure to scrape the plate

    October 15, 2011 at 1:17 am

    • i like it!!!!!

      October 15, 2011 at 1:19 am

    • OOOOOOOWEEEEEE!!! YES YES YALL…….what tha fuck im talking bout! GO INNNNNNNNNNNNNN

      October 15, 2011 at 1:39 am

      • YOU GOTTA DO IT!!!!!!!! SNAP’S!!!!!!

        October 15, 2011 at 1:58 am

    • Ace Barrack O'Boogie

      oh my damn not ”when you see me coming atcha, get it straight
      I need a fork, some rhymes because I’m sure to scrape the plate” damn my nezzy, ya’ll be makin me want to put my xbox in the attic just so i can step my game up damn….

      October 15, 2011 at 1:49 am

    • Get’em Dirty Cash

      October 15, 2011 at 3:03 am

  14. ask my queen, if I handle mines and do what a man s’posed to do….and like a queen thru hard times, she gon stand by me too…as we walk thru the valley…down the street thru the alley….with a djembe and tamberine to wake the troops for the ralley…it’s a war goin on outside, we fightin for survival….it’s vital…consider this a revival without the Bible…matter fact, consider this a revolution without a rifle….I heard fighin for peace is suicidal…who’s right tho…..Erybody can’t handle the truth…not all so called grown-ups is good examples for youth…I used to think I knew it all with just a sample of proof…till I saw more and realized I was gon need to advance as a sleuth/ checkin coincedences, no such thing as chance is a clue…cuz what u do, creates whateva happens to u…live the rhythm, u can ask my band & my crew…ask my fam, I was a jit doin what a man do…MOAB learn the name…

    October 15, 2011 at 1:30 am

  15. Easily I approach
    It’s feestyle friday
    And it aint no joke
    Self promoted Boss’n
    Puts it on Blast
    Wit no delays this here’s
    Bound to last
    Cause all a dese cats
    A few dames
    Come through to exclaim
    They skill in dis rang
    So ILL I proclaim
    It’s difficult to reign a champ
    Er’body here gets a stamp
    Of approval
    No comment removals
    No deletions
    Just likes
    This page gets 5 mics
    If the Source was still worthy
    MOAB would fight
    It’s only right
    For us to ride like this
    IN YES I’M reppin PALM Beach
    So yeah we vibe like this
    Hatas wanna dismiss
    But I say “its OKAY!!”
    There’s no way
    To stop da sound
    From my Djembe!
    Meanwhie DAVID
    He ‘wrote a song for u’
    And ‘with this breath’
    We leave them hatas


    October 15, 2011 at 2:09 am

  16. They wanna battle, but they scared to step in the ring
    I’m damaging their egos, knock’n em out before they can’t even swing
    Pound for pound I’m king, verses guaranteed to move the crowd
    Have’em running from this fight like Mayweather running from Pacquiao
    Philly Nigga creep’n loud, RESPECT is contiuously what I’m demanding
    Setting fire to the page like mystery night in the city of Camden
    I see you stuttering, you rambling
    My floetry got you scrambling
    Playing the lyrical roulette, ya dumb ass better off gambling
    Always bet on Black, I’msure to help ya rep rise
    Ghost write so you can battle me, the only way that we can tie
    I’m shit and you that guy
    That Woe is me why oh why
    That step in a den a lions
    But ya dumb ass werent prepared to die

    October 15, 2011 at 2:40 am

    • very nice feeling it to the max!!!!!

      October 15, 2011 at 2:53 am

    • Ace Barrack O'Boogie

      yeah i knew da phoenix was gonna rip it …good shit my dude

      October 15, 2011 at 3:06 am

  17. all type of
    conspiracies and ancient calendars/
    sayin come sunday look out for looters and scavengers/
    capital america never took a day off/
    i dont see Armageddon interrupting the playoffs/
    i dont easily get scared off, afraid of death?
    then life for you is a straight loss/
    pre rapture, pre laughter
    our babylon amidst of disastor
    some say too soon
    some want it to come faster/
    havent seen escape pods or shuttles
    just lost sheep huddled,
    prayin when even the bible said
    we wouldnt know the day when
    he’d come back , like a thief in the night
    dont worry you can sleep easy tonight

    October 15, 2011 at 2:53 am

  18. Easy, believe me, I sleeps like a baby
    Beyond the bullshit and the life that’s crazy
    I stay protected, prophylactic, as I drop on these block
    Leaving haters with anaphylactic shock when I pop
    Locked jawed with chins scraping the pavement
    Ready to off ya’ll, but fuck pen and the arraignment
    I told you I was the greatest, they thought I was bullshittin
    You can’t escape this, that’s why Houdini aint living
    I’m drowning haters every time that I’m spitting
    And I gots more hits then Mike Tyson gave Givens
    Blaw, I’m a lyrical psychopath massacring words
    Chopping up nouns, dissecting adjectives, mutilating verbs
    Night of the Living Dead and I’m going for your head
    Rastafarian, haa haa, I’m the one they all dread

    October 15, 2011 at 8:34 am

  19. Me say, Ooo wun test me, da numba one dun dada
    Every line me lickashot! POW POW! Now Ooo shot ya
    Me Rock ya, kilo of rhyme, Big Ups! Me got ya
    Giving you, “One more chance”, like Biggie, Big Poppa
    Now watcha, As lace this wit hunnit karat syllables
    I come loud through this page, turn up the lyrical decibels
    An operation, open up the chest in you, fill it wit sometin credible
    Now you got food for thought, yes, dis lyricist is something edible
    Incredible, instead of you, gettin left, I raise your LE-E-VEL
    Get’n lesson from the The L.A.B., sit down get SE -ET-TLE
    Ace will bring the best in you, Candi will show you ur sweet
    Dirty Cash crunk you out, learn the hood from my Nigga Maurice
    We beast up in the cypher, takin out suckas, but it not enuff time
    So me buck dem all up wid di clip pon mi 9

    October 15, 2011 at 4:57 pm

  20. How can I live?…if I can’t give my best effort to my people…to hell with those churches…to hell with those steeples…We are Lions not the sheeple…My Robotech is Uatchet…Kushite Protoculture…all praises to Imn Ra the sacred ram in the sepulcher…transforming to degradation…the fall of a mighty nation…the greatest are now the latest/the most despised and the most hatest…let us awaken from hiatus…arouse the sleeping giant…defiant against the odds…they coming with body armored squads…in brighter days for other races we now facing our darkest hour…arise Rodimus Prime and let the Matrix bring the Power…”You got the Touch” and so do I…lets join and grapple the sky…dry these tears from our eyes…cut up these pies and share it with our guys…and yes the women are included…without our Queens to hold us down most of us would still be stupid…..

    October 15, 2011 at 5:21 pm

    • Thoughts stay diluted, koolaid with too much water, no flavor
      Nice color, iced out, but the tastes has nothing to savor
      Nothing can save ya, nothing, not even your savior
      Empty tombs, wasted space, filling up the grave yard
      I stay hard, Viagra mentality, but I ain’t seeing blue
      I’m grinding for that green, leaving shells completely used
      I live for each breath and when I die, it’ll be a deep death
      Gripping my faith in a holy place, and one day, I’ll peep rest
      Finally sleep and release the stress I hold in my chest
      But until that day, I’ll keep blasting holes in the darkness
      Killing every cipher, that I step in, continually reppin
      Until everyone knows “It’s going down” like I was that dude Devin

      October 16, 2011 at 4:51 pm

  21. My partner in rhyme sent me this piece. Peep it.

    Fred Beezy
    Yo homie think he’s spittin hard
    Beezy in the form of a man but more closer to a god
    So many people hate me try to take me off position
    Original outlaw carrying on tradition
    I stay lynching, on the mic I stay clinching
    And when I grab it emcees start flinching and bitching
    Like man this dude beezy bout to come in and kill it
    And if I wasn’t such a hater I would probably really feel it
    But for now I’m gonna mean mug and grill’em til its done
    Then when its over ask em to jump on one of my songs
    Yo beezy im ya biggest fan I can’t believe its you
    Autograph my clique 3 album, how’s the rest of the crew
    Well Nukkus doing good and D-Ciph still reppin
    Beezybeats still goin hard; we all veterans
    We still beast in this game, not much time remains
    But the best still remain, engraved deep in ya brain…

    October 16, 2011 at 6:20 am

  22. The Lady O Flow
    Peelin’ off the barnacles as I enter the Assassins carnival
    Lady Octopus swimmin’ in
    brought my treasure chest and a key
    loved up and suction cupped
    deliverin’ from the sea
    So hard
    I’ll rock it
    throw my suction outa socket
    Stimulated to spray differently
    floatin with poets
    who’ve been good to me
    Land folk just step on by with disregard
    Rippin’ on my flexible cranium
    They can’t bend like me but I ain’t blamin’em
    I use to be afraid to spray
    Spent time dilutin’
    Now I’m shootin’
    sweet ink
    I aim at your heart and turn your blood pink
    Because I love you
    I’ll give you a delicate tentacle slap
    This ain’t no maniacle mishap
    Guess I’m suppose to sail passed obstacles of driftwood
    And move my sea to the Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood!
    ‘Tis nice to be here
    Lady O

    October 16, 2011 at 8:04 am


      October 16, 2011 at 5:02 pm

    • Damn, this is some excellent wordplay and flowing. You kilted it. Singer/Rapper. Yeah!!!!


      October 16, 2011 at 5:11 pm

  23. Its Hard Liqour Dark Times

    I Hope We All Can
    Sober Up In This Light Bulb
    Brotherhood And Sister Hood
    Cypher, My ColorFul
    Mind Rejoycing In A Dark Room
    Standing Among Great
    Spitters To Keep My Mind
    Off The Bullshit That
    May Sit Against Me,
    I Live With Some Pain On My Chest Yall
    If I Should Fall After This Cypher
    My Pain Will Travel With
    Me Were Ever God Send Me To,
    Uh Can A Real Nigga Howl At The Moon
    My Harmony Is Stronger Than Land Jealousy,
    I Hate The Weakness Envy In People
    I Hate A Wicked Bitch
    I Hate A Wicked Nigga,
    Good Men Gets The Bad Deal
    Good Women Gets The Bad Deal
    Bad Men Gets The Good Deal
    Bad Women Gets The Good Deal,
    I Have No Idea Why Its Like This CYPHER
    But It Is What It Is….

    October 16, 2011 at 3:21 pm


      October 16, 2011 at 5:03 pm

    • It is what it is, so I give it what I gots
      Hold my breath with Bell Roc as hell stops
      Helicopters drop like Life Flight
      But niggas are already out like fight night
      I walk light, but thoughts stay grounded
      Slipping through squares trying to stay rounded
      All I got is this cipher and the spit in my mouth
      And a mutherfukin will to knock all of these niggas out
      Fuck all the bullshit, I spit with a full clip
      That rips holes in a vortex and makes fools trip
      I’m right before your cortex, live and streaming
      With my hand stretched, voice fly with meaning
      Feeding of the cipher, each flow leaves me fiending
      I’m the nightmare that makes you not wanna be dreaming
      Taking this to the limit, going up with no ceiling
      Until I’m so high and my body has lost all feeling
      I’m a stay killing… Dirty Cash and Bell Roc haters!!!!

      October 16, 2011 at 5:07 pm

  24. great flows yall i thank you for the invite brotherhood spitters for life- Bell

    October 16, 2011 at 3:24 pm

  25. a few tunes on the djun djun….I can play the djembe from noon until noon…movin at the speed of darkness, my heart beat a sonic boom…some stars just shine, but you gotta give a comet room!

    October 16, 2011 at 4:47 pm

  26. glory depends…on whoever the story’s…MOAB the Author, my words are set in stone…similar to my sword b4 I swing it at the heads of clones….no squares at my round table…no Tahmahu in my pyramid…I was Amenhotep III in a past life, but these sheep don’t take me serious…..envy wit a green eye…you can ask my Queen Tiye….I’m nice till you try me twice, then I become Mr. Mean Guy….if you’ve looked in the book of my life then you’ve seen why…told my folk, peace ceased after the Martin Luther King died…..It’s a war goin on outside…bring fiy!!!!!

    October 16, 2011 at 6:16 pm

  27. To be is to do…so I’m in action gettin free-er than you….the weak and confused think it’s a simple as Oprah’s movie the Secret but dude….if it was really that easy than Dave Chapeezee wouldn’t have did a skit bout tryna skeet in her too….instead of just gettin his own cheese from sum Jews….leave it to fools to get dumber from knowledge….see em everyday, some is in college…thinkin they better cuz they young and been polished…Call me the ol Kaaba stone that they wanna demolish…with assurity..I’m a minority amongst minorities….my own kind tryin thrwartin me…I’m a diamond and they thought I was a qwartz you see…fortunately I pay full attention to what I can afford to be….and as scared as I am, the plan is to be Lord of me…in the mean time I drop sacred family jewels that shine as the kind they were born to be….sworn to secrecy…this aint a performance B….so don’t even speak to me less you heard the final horn from she…who’s she? a fat black lady that’ll do porn for free…and b4 she start sang’n remember you been warned from me….

    October 16, 2011 at 8:36 pm

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