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Prophet Picasso
08-15-2007, 11:26 AM
This thread is a display of the gems that I am occasionally blessed to receive. Your judgment is what I desire most. Elevation only comes through criticism and correction, so I appreciate any words that you are willing to leave.

Lyrical Lariat:
I got more cold cuts than delicatessens, teach you a helluva lesson/
the majority of cyphers is simply celibate sessions sellin digression/
a literal circle of lyrical virgins attemptin to sell an impression/
me? I would rather accelerate affection or just tell of my blessins/
use my bars to ask relevant questions that develop progression/
rip fellas in sections wit a vocabulary deeper than pelicans restin/
now Iíve finally found shelter from hell and the devilís tempest/
when the tempter attempts to tempt this I turn to Jah for defenses/
diabloís defenseless against this intense prayer warriorís senses/
my message is inexpensive if only you would just pay attention/
stay attentive as jury benches cuz the truth gets buried in trenches/
this hurtful violence is endless, the churchís silence is senseless/
celebrities smile for lenses, paparazzi pry in private parties for pensions/
drugs delve deadbeat daddies down demented devilish dimensions/
drunk drivers in S10s bring station wagons down deadly dead ends/
dead friends is what tends to send men to follow suicidal trends/
jumpin street medians, the mediaís teachin us to be greedy and tedious/
our TV is misleadin us, mistreatin us, our seeds is whatís needin us/
Iím never mad whenever pens and pads is my needed ingredients/
my mic is my medium, your attention is whatís needed immediate...

I Forgive You (verse one)
My pain--migrates--like migraine aches/
my strainís--wide placed--like five great lakes/
touchin a number of states, confusion included/
secluded in a dungeon til someone intruded/
imputed purity to my ventricles from verticals/
surged verges of vertigo since I burst from the cervical/
like spiritual surgicals, had emergency transplants/
flashbacks of urgency was purgin me past that/
pack rats ainít concernin me, burnin up Black packs/
these wack cats in backpacks ainít half as abstract/
can you match that classic rap amidst pop singles/
pockets of hot nickels, cold as popsicles wit block lingo/
the single king of neo-soul wit sprinkles of rhyme/
Iím not tryna put a hot iron to this wrinkle in time/
no regrets, holdin vets to they bets, child support debts/
itís treacherous but yet I gets naughty by nature on the set/
that ainít even my best lest distress dares me to stop/
Midwest declare me the best, this sess compares me to Pac/
every single compliment boosts my confidence/
I abhor cockiness, I stay abstinent from obstinates/
Iím a optimist, positive I wonít be stopped by obstacles/
clear cataracts in my opticals wit a whole box of Optimos/
Picasso is better than ever, never ever under the weather/
sever the feather soft, yes, the successor of NebuchadnezzarÖ

Metamorphosis:
Time to rock the boat and ride the ripples, rhymes thatís simple/
get crippled in my mental whenever Iím high off indo/
spit flows from my temple thatíll make yoís decrescendo/
assemble cymbals as the kickdrum make yo chest tremble/
yes, Iím dead broke, ainít tryna make no friends, though/
but if you breakin bread, then you made one to the end, joe/
my pencil is my utensil to stencil my credentials/
at the central of heathens kept from reachin my potential/
prudential since knockin out windows in my residential/
providential, droppin gems so pretend you comprehend those/
Iíve conceived rhymes so deep, you wouldnít even believe/
even if you seen me and heard em breathed between my teeth/
I roll wit thieves, smokin leaves seems to be my lone reprieve/
I teach my boy to read, so my seed come half as dope as me/
heís only three--- wit affection to me sweet as potpourri/
reason enough to bleed, decry greed, and live soberly/
follow authority, stop disorderly thoughts that lower me/
plan trips overseas, speak Portugese wit African minorities/
this vision seem lofty, but too oft we tend to think softly/
now Iím awfully close to gettin this lost mindstate off me/
thank Jah...

OTB
08-15-2007, 12:58 PM
dope.
stupid dope.
beautiful work picasso-

pzapeace-

Prophet Picasso
08-15-2007, 01:12 PM
I’m droppin this for the populace inside my spiritual metropolis/
lyrical mafias, Hoffas and Khadafis which spit lava so obvious/
Hip Hop lobbyists whose hobby is craftin bars far above par/
jars of stardust marred with tar mold emboldened avatars/
speak life thru they existent art imparted from many distant parts/
in instants persistence manifests monarchs, princes and czars/
no assistance for the shadiness, my babies strayed me from the craziness/
I now avoid the outer radius of a argumentative athiest/
those close minded homo sapiens scared of Jews and Arabians/
I choose a faith in which came from the southern Mediterraneans/
my mouthpiece is heinious, I spit radiance straight out the craniums/
my album is solid titanium while I’m aimin straight for palladiums/
I mainly come to have the life of a Man like Christ at half the price/
get high as satellites twice as I ignite White Owls wit candle lights/
I’ll sacrifice a Saxon knight, rebuke Sadducees and Catholic whites/
I travels light on passive flights, but I’ll set up shop in the afterlife/
ignore traffic lights whenever I choose to soar at massive heights/
it ain’t ignorance of sight, it’s just the type of plight I hafta fight/
pass the sight of anutha life destroyed, replacement souljahs deployed/
youngstas are employed dealin granite inside of the trapezoid/
I've toyed wit the notion to avoid creatin such explosive noise/
I did enjoy the silence but violence is what preserves my poise/
void paranoid delusion, visions of a pair of boys diluted/
from the exploits of intrusions mixed wit media pollutions/
it was me and Michael Borum, we cyphered daily at the forum/
but separation tore em, so distant memories I store em/
ignore em til I’m explorin my past history thru flow/
remembrance of Marion and tenth, when we was ballin in the cold/
joe, I hope he remember me, cuz there’s plenty me to go around/
reminisce whenever he blow a pound, I know he cleverly hold it down/
and drown in the recollections of the essence of our adolescence/
but even if you don’t remember me just don’t forget my message...

OTB
08-15-2007, 01:22 PM
^who iz this dude?

sunn could be on 'the offering'
sunn could be on '8 diagramz'

P, you THAT nice with yourz-

i now avoid the outer radius of an argumentative athiest
thoze cloze minded homo sapienz scared of jewz and arabianz-

mad ill-

Sleep Sinatra
08-15-2007, 01:44 PM
yo crazy shit son...do u b recordin an shit ..yo if not u DEF SHOULD shit is ill

Dr Sleepwalker
08-15-2007, 03:58 PM
lovin' it..

pea2e

Prophet Picasso
08-16-2007, 10:12 AM
I appreciate the props. It ain't me, it's Jah in me. I'm in the process of recording, I just wanna make sure it's flawless before I put it out there. Here go a short gem:


Lyrical Levitical:
I need to write sumthin--to try sumthin new and triumphant/
I’m comfortable in conversation, yet my company’s like nuthin/
my compass points up north like joints, my aura borders callous/
abhor malice, study Torahs in my palace, shine like Aurora Borealis/
thunder rumbles over Yukon tundra, I mumble street sermons/
dedicated to the escalated, the rest can take suburban excursions/
they pack up at night and white flight to the quite cosmopolitan/
but the hypes is followin, hollerin for tolerance to wallow in/
swallowin knowledge and walkin rhythms of the wisdom of Solomon/
envision the sovereign, I’m fatherin moderate modern conglomerates/
marryin revolutionaries that swing lower than sweet chariots/
sangin canaries is as scary as a variance of aryans carryin lariats/
contrarions alienate humanitarians from local to global epochs/
these rocks got clucks like ewoks in knee socks, reeboks, needin detox/
why don’t we walk wit God like Enoch, I’m tryna bypass death/
but til my last breath I’m left in the cleft of this mess, refusin to rest...

J.T.S.
08-16-2007, 11:19 AM
Record that shit man, u repping New Jewz u on fire!

Prophet Picasso
08-16-2007, 06:04 PM
Here go a piece called "Pure Bread"


1st verse:
I can’t seem to quench this worst case of a thirst taste/
I been searchin for first place inside this cursed race/
this deserted place is as dry as the skull of a bull/
the pull of the unknown wasteland attracts the gullible/
my mind is full of sand dunes attuned to the asphalt/
as for my thoughts, they caught in cobwebs in the vault/
faultlines in the Elk's Heart split the wicked terrain apart/
spit from the heart, take all art wit a grain of salt/
I talked wit teachers taught and stalked wit bengal tigers/
the sabre-tooth incisors shine like sunrays offa mica/
I’ve fought forces and walked courses wit Trojan horses/
had long chats wit infamous voices and made choices/
drank poisons, heightened the effect wit dank ointments/
made appointments wit friends that end in disappointment/
every emotion I’ve experienced, from fear to weariness/
experiments wit bliss and death’s kiss near the abyss/
pains appear in my wrists, it’s too much cuz I got too little/
each day’s an unsolvable riddle against the devil wit no fiddle/
the middle of the Sahara, my soul arid from internal strife/
I courted death twice and since been sentenced to eternal life...

Chorus:
This here is passion in the midst of famine/
imagine dry air in yo lungs while you gaspin/
graspin handfuls of sand that's been thrashin/
ration water from the river life everlastin...

2nd:
I can envision Eden risin upon the horizon like Oz/
I dodge Pharisees' lodge in camel-haired camoflauge/
I trod across this sod, approachin the utopian mirage/
just a demigod son of man lost inside the synagogue/
I got no entourage wit me to await my fiery chariot/
live life at the end of a lariat like I was Judas Iscariot/
nightly prayin--since the Son is comin, find me waitin/
timely patience wit temptations, get behind me, satan/
I wonder how His hurtin tore the temple curtain asunder/
murders at the hands of Boagernes, Sons of Thunder/
I rant and rave to raise Hebrew slaves from they graves/
I crave the initiative to act on my thoughts that’s brave/
forty days, forty nights, shake in fright while terror looms/
carry my burden in a land as barren as Sarah’s womb/
very soon I may be doomed, dead wit my head severed/
but never to be forgotten cuz my spirit speaks forever...

3rd:
I’m Jeremiah, I’m Elijah, I’m Noah befo the flood/
reflect light like twin cateyes, I been baptized in blood/
I’ve swam in streams of solitude, now all I do is thirst/
I hunger for companionship, I’m damaged and I’m cursed/
banished from villages, fulfill prophecy in the wilderness/
I made a pilgrimage to hell and I fell to the villainous/
scorned by supercilious, beneath this cloak is brilliance/
I'm filled wit resilience, may my message reach millions/
I’m filled wit the Bread of life, but I fast to keep focus/
I curb the urge to splurge, swallow honey wit my locusts/
lay my head wit scorpions, sleep’s evasive, I’m forcin it/
fortunate odds from the God of dreams like Morpheus/
proportionate to my pain, I see Herodians wit guillotines/
warriors repeatin screams from prison corridors in my dreams/
a martyr machine, grieved, but I'll never ever shed tears/
faith versus fear, Jah revealed my purpose in these years/
cuz...

...this here is passion in the midst of famine/
imagine dry air in yo lungs while you gaspin/
graspin handfuls of sand while it's thrashin/
ration water from the river life everlastin...

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-16-2007, 09:57 PM
nice fam gotta hear ya on record son ya lyrics are fire

Prophet Picasso
08-17-2007, 01:12 PM
I riddle beats wit the disease of the middle east/
it’s called war and it’s the core of the city streets/
I pray for peace while the city sleeps on shitty sheets/
caged like a beast but I didn’t cease to shepherd many sheep/
dreams of leather seats in Regencies turned to revolution/
I worked on my execution and paid all my restitution/
I made my evolution and grew into a perfecter of units/
a trifecta of music, lyrics and spirits gets you into it/
intuitively I do it simply for the use of wisdom/
similes and metaphors, I take credit for euphemisms/
losin vision from the fumes arisen from many sorceries/
followed the course of leaves and fell pell mell and disorderly/
but still compelled my bolder seeds well into the ovaries/
cordially I wrote poetry, that I recorded accordingly/
quarterly–-many soldiers would then report to me/
any evidence of whore-mongering or forgery/
from those formerly informed of my earthly mission/
I thought my worse affliction was to curb my herb addiction/
hit the prison grounds and found that was the purest fiction/
I endured the friction once enrolled in a jury’s jurisdiction/
then I learned the difference between a need and a want/
beef from the front gate leads to days chiefin on blunts/
grievin for months, but once one realizes elevation of health/
rather than chasin the wealth I found a revelation of self...

OTB
08-17-2007, 02:17 PM
^you the illest P-

i'm str8, no doubt, happily married to a beautiful brazilian woman,
but i gotta say i'm on your jock right now-

peace fam-

keep writin and postin them jewelz-

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Suga Duga
08-19-2007, 01:09 PM
you serious, how dope is this guy?? damn

GhettoGnom
08-19-2007, 01:18 PM
Damn that's dope... Can't wait to hear it recorded!

Prophet Picasso
09-24-2007, 11:20 PM
Hex-Ray (verse two):
So many question marks but there’s hardly exclamations/
there’s no explanations for these excessive excavations/
too many excuses to exercise unwise experimentation/
pagans exchangin information to exit the exploitation/
recently I’ve exponentially exceeded all expectations/
I’ve exacted mad examinations wit such exhilaration/
may we exterminate hate and exhaustive exaggeration/
exhibit needed expedience in our tedious exhortations/
I excrete excellence, a Nephilim exhaling expletives/
my extreme execution’s labeled exceptionally executive/
expose excrement, oppose exorcists who never get the blame/
I can't explain these extremely insane thangs I exclaim/
I lived my life in exile, excommunicated from my lands/
made a exodus from Egypt to experience a new expanse/
got extradited and extracted from my original existence/
now I express my expertise wit such swift exquisiteness/
my every single excerpt's entirely exclusive and expensive/
you can't explore my music or exhume it, it's too extensive/
I exemplify extravagance and exude excitement in stanzas/
an expert til I expire, I perspire extraordinary extravaganzas/
exacerbate heathens, aggravate demons, exhort minds to think/
I'm exempt from explicity, you thought my kind was extinct/
I'm finna explode if I don't ever exert this extra energy/
I found a remedy for this excruciatin pain in my extremities/
take my hurtin on excursions, so far away I'm expellin it/
I learned to expend the external to expedite my exoskeleton/
I no longer exalt exterior criteria, or praise exotic exports/
that's excludin this example of extraterrestial rhymes I extort...

Sleep Sinatra
09-25-2007, 07:55 PM
damn mad ex's haha dope
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martyr
10-15-2007, 10:31 PM
much better than that last bit you wrote...

Prophet Picasso
01-31-2008, 08:33 AM
I have resurrected....

Presto! The Prophet will now return to breathe on ya mental/
to free priests in the central levels of these thieves in the temple/
demons and devils, several heathens that creep in the ghettos/
regions unsettled, they mettle wit children who sleep in the meadows/
sink teeth into metal, I bit bullets while preachers grip pulpits/
grit molars as false prophets indulge fullest in religious bullshit/
made love to the black Madonna, went from queen to baby mama/
crazy drama, immaculately conceived a king in sacred armor/
slumbered in vacant parlors, fled across Gaza wit my Father/
came farther into Egypt to see queens on seaships in the harbor/
bloodline descended from the Anakim, defended by the Africans/
later on I pretended I was Saxon so they’d let me in the Vatican/
but I never forgot my Father, upon the altar, I reign in Masada/
rain on my face, my raiment was soakin as I came out the water/
a white dove descended from up above, I caught it wit my glove/
a thunderous voice proclaimed, “This is my son, in whom I love”/
the Baptizer was bewildered, the cornerstone rejected by the builder/
became the necessary piece to keep the temple from the realtors/
who’ll sell they soul to keep they body, shoddy priests and lyricists/
near abysmal crypts in the deepest crevices of the Mayan pyramids/
Zion appearances in the form of prophetic lions attackin tyrannists/
cryin for divine revelation, but devastation dominates these periods/
revealin the mysterious, my fearlessness is unveiled over music/
swimmin out the dreariness, my tears get smeared onto my tunic...

J.T.S.
01-31-2008, 09:43 AM
I have resurrected....

Presto! The Prophet will now return to breathe on ya mental/
to free priests in the central levels of these thieves in the temple/
demons and devils, several heathens that creep in the ghettos/
regions unsettled, they mettle wit children who sleep in the meadows/
sink teeth into metal, I bit bullets while preachers grip pulpits/
grit molars as false prophets indulge fullest in religious bullshit/
made love to the black Madonna, went from queen to baby mama/
crazy drama, immaculately conceived a king in sacred armor/
slumbered in vacant parlors, fled across Gaza wit my Father/
came farther into Egypt to see queens on seaships in the harbor/
bloodline descended from the Anakim, defended by the Africans/
later on I pretended I was Saxon so theyíd let me in the Vatican/
but I never forgot my Father, upon the altar, I reign in Masada/
rain on my face, my raiment was soakin as I came out the water/
a white dove descended from up above, I caught it wit my glove/
a thunderous voice proclaimed, ďThis is my son, in whom I loveĒ/
the Baptizer was bewildered, the cornerstone rejected by the builder/
became the necessary piece to keep the temple from the realtors/
whoíll sell they soul to keep they body, shoddy priests and lyricists/
near abysmal crypts in the deepest crevices of the Mayan pyramids/
Zion appearances in the form of prophetic lions attackin tyrannists/
cryin for divine revelation, but devastation dominates these periods/
revealin the mysterious, my fearlessness is unveiled over music/
swimmin out the dreariness, my tears get smeared onto my tunic...


:thumbup::thumbup: Good writing man

I can't even critique this cause every lines onpoint.

KERZO
01-31-2008, 11:07 AM
drugs delve deadbeat daddies down demented devilish dimensions

^^ thats a line.

some of your stuff is predictable picasso but unique non the less...keep up the good work

Prophet Picasso
02-04-2008, 10:52 PM
A quick eight...

I lace my sandals tight, saddle my camel, prepared to dismantle a Saxon Knight/
my dagger knife’s inside my Samsonite, burn a sacrifice wit Nazarites as my acolytes/
offend Catholic whites wit my poetically painted pictures, quotes from ancient figures/
their popes cloaked in vagrant vigor, my poems poke holes in their favorite scriptures/
their souls sold to satan’s mistress, pagan rituals, praisin victuals, moons and Jupiter/
delusional Medusas, since befo Methuselah was compliant to the science of Lucifer/
trials and crucibles, smilin at funerals, nervous shakin, can’t reverse the curse of Canaan/
while I disperse these sacred verses slated by the church of David—peroration...

Prophet Picasso
04-29-2008, 04:29 PM
Onto yo spirit I engrave rhymes deeper than the graves of slaves/
words that adversely affect yo days and change the ways you behave/
it’s nourishment for the depraved, encouragement for the brave/
it’ll shave the face of the sea and make the moon obey the waves/
I prayed for days for enlightenment, craved a cliche entitlement/
to spray flames wit the pilot lit in this great plagued environment/
that produces Zeuses who sip juices to get loose wit Medusas/
while green spruces and grey gooses culminate to break truces/
I pray to Jesķs whenever my pen calls for my attention again/
when the beat spins it’s like the ink is an extension of my skin/
an invention of my kin passed down to this chosen generation/
I’m froze in veneration of the statements in these cold revelations/
the gross denigration of nations, the consecration of conscience/
constant conflicts common to concentration camps in Auschwitz/
a sky-rocket launches, an army marches to overthrow congress/
Pontius washes his palms of all thoughts that are monstrous/
now the prophecy’s upon us, so the Prophet seems so honest/
he probly sees the farthest regardless of the blasphemy charges/
but at heart he’s an artist, the hardest to impart darts on paper/
and he’s too smart to taper off into something soft or safer/
he paid the cost to the Savior, so he’s been graced wit favor/
the maker of the street eucharist, so come taste the wafer/
savor the flavor of my flesh as you rest against my shrine/
dine on the fine flood from the vine cuz my blood is the wine...

This is the Last Supper, the Lamb has to suffer/
the last chance to sup wit the One in the upper/
room enough for brothers, sisters and mothers/
this is the truth for you, don’t listen to others...

Bigot Hitman
04-29-2008, 06:21 PM
:thumbup::thumbup: Good writing man

I can't even critique this cause every lines onpoint.

is this what you really feel inside? 4 sum reason i doubt it..., and then other depressin thought is tell'in me your bein real

Bigot Hitman
04-29-2008, 06:28 PM
Onto yo spirit I engrave rhymes deeper than the graves of slaves/
words that adversely affect yo days and change the ways you behave/
itís nourishment for the depraved, encouragement for the brave/
itíll shave the face of the sea and make the moon obey the waves/
I prayed for days for enlightenment, craved a cliche entitlement/
to spray flames wit the pilot lit in this great plagued environment/
that produces Zeuses who sip juices to get loose wit Medusas/
while green spruces and grey gooses culminate to break truces/
I pray to Jesķs whenever my pen calls for my attention again/
when the beat spins itís like the ink is an extension of my skin/
an invention of my kin passed down to this chosen generation/
Iím froze in veneration of the statements in these cold revelations/
the gross denigration of nations, the consecration of conscience/
constant conflicts common to concentration camps in Auschwitz/
a sky-rocket launches, an army marches to overthrow congress/
Pontius washes his palms of all thoughts that are monstrous/
now the prophecyís upon us, so the Prophet seems so honest/
he probly sees the farthest regardless of the blasphemy charges/
but at heart heís an artist, the hardest to impart darts on paper/
and heís too smart to taper off into something soft or safer/
he paid the cost to the Savior, so heís been graced wit favor/
the maker of the street eucharist, so come taste the wafer/
savor the flavor of my flesh as you rest against my shrine/
dine on the fine flood from the vine cuz my blood is the wine...

This is the Last Supper, the Lamb has to suffer/
the last chance to sup wit the One in the upper/
room enough for brothers, sisters and mothers/
this is the truth for you, donít listen to others...

If i had the motivation to google some of yo phrases and do reasearch on'em, i might say yo shit was legit. SInce i'm not, i'ma say the shit was written with pretty nice schemes like some Mos Def shit, plus it sound like u got sumthin to say, i just dont care what it is ya know? (don't catch a fit, jus give'in my view)

OTB
04-29-2008, 08:20 PM
yo PP-

you are by far the illest writer up in this wutangcorp site-

high respect bro-

OTB

D-Infinite
04-30-2008, 03:43 AM
Fo real, this stuff is insane, i'd love to hear you flow it.

Peace.

Prophet Picasso
05-04-2008, 12:59 AM
Nothing supreme, but something new...



Upstream like trout, while these clowns doubt my route/
they pout about the clout, adverbs and nouns that I sprout/
I’m drownin in rivers of wisdom–during the drought/
blurrin’ em out, I still stand stout while they scurry about/
spit facts so I attract the attention of e’ery curious scout/
I went toe to toe wit God–and it was a serious bout/
my theories I shout from mounts cuz I’m severely devout/
merely surmount accounts of delirium, clearin em out/
hearin em spout venom, I prevent em from treadin water/
bread and water’s all I got, so I gotta prop against the altar/
confess the falter of my culture, as the psalter is read/
I’ve offered my bed to many misled women after I wed/
wit legs spread, Delilah becomes so desirable to the iris/
become excited, cum inside it, now I’m liable for the virus/
and seeds sown outta wedlock, divorce courts in deadlock/
child support headlock cuz I can’t resist hips and dreadlocks/
I hope my next stop’s the rest stop, I can hear death’s knock/
my breath’s blocked, when I inhale I can feel my chest pop/
caress glocks as I quest blocks, asphyxiate on weed smoke/
hoes who deepthroat, I need hope, I can feel the heat close...

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
05-06-2008, 02:02 AM
Presto! The Prophet will now return to breathe on ya mental/
to free priests in the central levels of these thieves in the temple/

yo you was on some predator shit wit that line reminds me of the scene from predator 2 where dany glover's charecter face them in their ship with all the skulls on the wall n shit and where they take their masks off n shit nice work son

BornPower
05-06-2008, 08:04 PM
nice vocab and the imagery is intense with the scriptural references...

i got a house full of bootlegs, but I'd be tepmted to buy this album...

Locust
06-10-2008, 05:10 PM
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH dope shit

ChristO
06-13-2008, 04:42 PM
...the gift, this where it is now. fizzuck da' radio...

Prophet Picasso
06-13-2008, 08:25 PM
These flakes keep makin incorrect preconceptions/
don’t take outta context my complex complexion/
I’m dodgin projectiles, forcin projects progression/
process perfection, glocks for Prophet’s protection/
while congress keep stockin up profit collections/
our mental is locked in ghettos in several sections/
plentiful arrests then led to penitentiary fireplaces/
standin trial waitin, feelin violated, I tried to face it/
cheddar, I died to taste it, in a eight by ten isolated/
an icy stasis, the vile basis that my life is annihilated/
I lie awake in a sweat, sleepin on these empty threats/
from lepers and lames who maim and claim to be vets/
I tread into depths that seem so impossible to fathom/
I kill dragons then drag em in rivers you can’t imagine/
fantastic abstraction for the hell of it, it’s eloquent/
steppin a line so delicate, next to hell’s well, I fell in it/
empty shells is the the smell of it, yellin for elegance/
marriage pell-mell, I put spells on belles who not celibate/
Growth and Development stains on my brain, estranged/
the ages have changed, it feel strange to bang wit a gang/
hang on the range wit skanks and strangers wit fangs/
the immature is a blur, it’s occurred, I’m blatantly pained/
trained and ingrained but haunted by closet skeletons/
no relevance in benevolence, all belligerent malevolence/
M-elevens which I’m clutchin tight in remembrance/
fightin the exorcist, demons keep the hate rhymin effortless/
hate crimes is evidence of excellence from the serpent/
slums and urban servants live under the words I interpret...

Sleep Sinatra
06-13-2008, 09:48 PM
These flakes keep makin incorrect preconceptions/
donít take outta context my complex complexion/
Iím dodgin projectiles, forcin projects progression/
process perfection, glocks for Prophetís protection/
while congress keep stockin up profit collections/
our mental is locked in ghettos in several sections/
plentiful arrests then led to penitentiary fireplaces/
standin trial waitin, feelin violated, I tried to face it/
cheddar, I died to taste it, in a eight by ten isolated/
an icy stasis, the vile basis that my life is annihilated/
I lie awake in a sweat, sleepin on these empty threats/
from lepers and lames who maim and claim to be vets/
I tread into depths that seem so impossible to fathom/
I kill dragons then drag em in rivers you canít imagine/
fantastic abstraction for the hell of it, itís eloquent/
steppin a line so delicate, next to hellís well, I fell in it/
empty shells is the the smell of it, yellin for elegance/
marriage pell-mell, I put spells on belles who not celibate/
Growth and Development stains on my brain, estranged/
the ages have changed, it feel strange to bang wit a gang/
hang on the range wit skanks and strangers wit fangs/
the immature is a blur, itís occurred, Iím blatantly pained/
trained and ingrained but haunted by closet skeletons/
no relevance in benevolence, all belligerent malevolence/
M-elevens which Iím clutchin tight in remembrance/
fightin the exorcist, demons keep the hate rhymin effortless/
hate crimes is evidence of excellence from the serpent/
slums and urban servants live under the words I interpret...

u the illest in the whole text rap sub forum...thats real talk

i see u repp'd the Nation, i dont kno if u bang still or not but 6^

u on some Killah Priest shit man, insane lyrics

love 2 hear some audio

TSA
06-13-2008, 09:53 PM
dope as fuck, the vocab is unmatched

technique is ill son, watch how i spill one.

Prophet Picasso
07-07-2008, 08:50 PM
A Street Cat Named Desire:
Left my nest today, decided it’s high time for me to escalate/
realized the day after tomorrow was the day befo yesterday/
enter the third testament, prophets lost in the worst tenements/
cursed sentiments, I use every verse to disperse penitence/
how many times do the Christ gotta return before we learn/
to stop lookin to the skies and start lookin toward the stern/
start throwin religion over starboard, I know it’s a hard word/
but so much hate’s been harbored, it’s got our heart’s blurred/
I’m gettin farther from Heaven, puttin faith in the steel I hug/
hopes dashed to pieces like Judas’ guts in the Field of Blood/
maybe I’m sent to be a Messiah but I can’t stay out the streets/
maybe I’m meant to be a sire but I can’t stay out the sheets/
maybe I vent from out this fire cuz I can’t play out or retreat/
baby, I wept from my desire to simply lay out in defeat/
I need a way out that’s complete, I can’t compete wit myself/
my habits is too strong, I’m too wrong wit this heat in my belt/
I’m still addicted to gunplay, so I’m steady polishin chrome/
I’m breezy on Any Given Sunday, chiefin wit Oliver Stone/
thinkin of The Departed, I started as a killer, naturally born/
passionately storm on any enemy that may casually form/
may they family mourn, then they’ll conform voluntarily/
if anybody may refuse me then I’ma rock him like Eric B/
fast life like Kool G Rap, a lighter wit two looseys packed/
I got loose leaf raps hard enough to bring the Fugees back....

OTB
07-07-2008, 08:55 PM
advanced skillz^

ChristO
07-08-2008, 06:06 PM
...yeah, so I seen the 6's posting on the walls after the first time I came across ya' post [skyscraperz]. star of david, david's web, the born ultimatum...Christ's ressurected in process of the reckonin'...archangel Gabriel, gift of Gab', that's the word...stay up...

Prophet Picasso
07-09-2008, 05:44 PM
I have transcended the hierarchy, the Holy Grail of Hip Hop/
for hood hoes in flip flops, fiends that pit stop for nick rocks/
for hoodlums who stick shops, for dope boys in big blocks/
for brothas that got they lips locked when they get knocked/
come drink from my brazen cup, but observe snakes that sup/
it came from up above, there ain’t no way I can make this up/
it’s straight abrupt, the way I used to slang all day wit thugs/
measured weights of drugs, went home and prayed on rugs/
now I obey in love, evade the flood so I don’t bathe in mud/
since John immersed me my sword’s thirsty for pagan blood/
so I wander far away to parts of Spain wit the mark of Cain/
endurin passing strain, my only food’s been Damascus grain/
now I fast and pray for a lasting way for me to handle pain/
from the acid rain that came from Heaven’s massive drain/
I feel condemned, meditate as I separate seeds and stems/
pen gems upon the hems of priests descended from Shem/
to end what began in Bethlehem, out from the virgin’s womb/
resurrection from a early tomb ain’t what the world assumed/
the remnant is deaf from the sonic boom, the comets zoom/
the chronic blooms, the product moves, bulemics vomit food/
priests in solitude, police is poppin tools to shoot Amadou/
what I’ma do is topple whoever brought this cup to the table/
whoever wrote and defended the remembered tender fables/
banish Cain to stables, raise Abel, disable the label of hater/
call James the Lesser who came later than James the Greater/
but James the Just was the one who was akin to the Savior/
no relation to the Vatican, that would be Anakim invaders/
Joses and Judas was the younger brothas from their mother/
all came as men and as men all suffered wit brains ruptured/
I kissed the Christ at the last supper in those final years/
I was the Christ’s premier pioneer, to me the price was clear/
I seen Him cryin tears, whoever touch Christ, I’ll slice his ear/
it’d suffice to fear what I’d do to ya, ask medusa or lucifer/
fought wars that’s nuclear, produced Methuselah, rebuked Jupiter/
I was born in Galilee, I escaped Calvary, displayed galleries/
slayed to make salaries, evaded the cowardly, prayed hourly/
now I’m seekin results, put the key in the vault, leadin the cult/
demons’ll sulk as I lead the assault of the Maccabeean revolt...

Ritter
07-10-2008, 02:16 AM
This shit's on a whole another level than the rest of the section. I swear I sometimes think that you're Killah Priest. Or Hell Razah.

Keep doing your thing Dub-P.

PEACE

Prophet Picasso
07-15-2008, 10:03 PM
Your entourage can’t dodge my lucrative collage/
sabotage superficial gods when my ruger pistol nods/
and lodges rods deep inside of your squad’s garage/
to barrage y’all’s cause, cuz it’s all hodgepodge/
I’m camouflaged in the walls of Taj Mahal motifs/
any movement’s a mirage, turbans and gold teeth/
I hold chief while y’all spineless as a paperback/
I take it back, ya act is swine just like a razorback/
unclean, my rhymes shine bright in the sunbeams/
legacy of hindsight, limelight’s in my son’s dreams/
but I sold my dreams, biddin, smokin green vapors/
chasin the cat, goin bananas for Josephine Baker/
ignorin all the maidens that’s laid in my harem/
I’m mute til I’m in the booth drunk off truth serum/
but the side-effects is anger and muscle spasms/
hustle fastest, drownin in the beast’s stomach acid...

J.T.S.
07-16-2008, 10:32 AM
Your entourage canít dodge my lucrative collage/
sabotage superficial gods when my ruger pistol nods/
and lodges rods deep inside of your squadís garage/
to barrage yíallís cause, cuz itís all hodgepodge/
Iím camouflaged in the walls of Taj Mahal motifs/
any movementís a mirage, turbans and gold teeth/
I hold chief while yíall spineless as a paperback/
I take it back, ya act is swine just like a razorback/
unclean, my rhymes shine bright in the sunbeams/
legacy of hindsight, limelightís in my sonís dreams/
but I sold my dreams, biddin, smokin green vapors/
chasin the cat, goin bananas for Josephine Baker/
ignorin all the maidens thatís laid in my harem/
Iím mute til Iím in the booth drunk off truth serum/
but the side-effects is anger and muscle spasms/
hustle fastest, drownin in the beastís stomach acid...


Fiyah!~!

Prophet Picasso
08-02-2008, 05:56 PM
Picasso’s vomiting rubies from the top of his kufi/
Prophet’s cockin a uzi on the block wit a doobie/
you be watchin a movie, Hip Hop blockumentary/
it’ll shock you mentally, this rock’s complimentary/
it’s a jade jewel to dismay they who break fool/
made to break thru the maze of modern day rules/
they display tools made to enslave the brave Jews/
invade Jerus and spray AKs in the grade schools/
my new task is to educate the masses in classes/
break impasses, knock glass in the asses of fascists/
I’m like Arthur Ashe, my backhand’s hard as brass/
don’t starve for cash, I got manna in my Father’s stash/
if you try to drop a dime I’ma hear the water splash/
feed you to the otters, bass, and the crawfish crabs/
alas, I’ma let cha carcass smash from the tallest mast/
ya arms in casts, I been the rawest since August past/
Proph never delivers soft, cut from a different cloth/
my little light shines hard, I attract Gypsy moths/
I’m Mikhail Gorbachev attackin from a foreign gulf/
goin off on those who scoff, but they flowin soft/
blow em off the atlas, let em eat shit wit the catfish/
I’m in Egypt wit the cactus, talkin Jesus wit the Catholics/
in the regions of the Saxons, preachin of the passion/
if you not geekin then you not readin all the captions...

OTB
08-02-2008, 06:32 PM
Prophet Picasso-
the top vato chompin' olives and sippin' scotch on the rocks in Morocco-

yo Proph, another stellar drop.

peace-

OTB
08-02-2008, 07:58 PM
another Picasso Masterpiece-
watch the god drop peace in colorful blocks like Matisse

Prophet Picasso
08-09-2008, 10:18 PM
Mark this hour on ya calendar, you can end ya talent search/
wordplay’s high caliber rifles, but the vocab’s a silencer/
balancin Bibles and violence, I’m demolishin challengers/
blood sacrificin Highlander wit twin polished Excaliburs/
the last of the world marvels, spit words of pearl and marble/
I came wit Amistad in a bottle, come unfurl the novel/
keep the girls in a hostel, waitin to satisfy the legendary/
I got plots in dark cemeteries, but a burial’s unnecessary/
cuz I live eternally like I been born again, but born in sin/
torn linen wrapped around the cadavers of tortured men/
prepare the sod, assassins in the synagogue swear to God/
take off ya mink or lose yo cuban link like Terror Squad/
respect the decalogue, thou shalt not cross the Messiah/
I spit flames on yo terrain until you get lost in the fires/
tossed in the mire, may yo soul expire in the swamplands/
off-brand emcees get crushed like a tall can by a bronze hand...

OTB
08-09-2008, 10:39 PM
and again the heavens have opened>

brother Picasso, this

wow-

couldnt type what reflected my hype after reading this one-

you got something beyond talent-

a gift from the Most High yo-

too bad for heads who cant recognize-

another true masterpiece-

honestly gotta go collect myself yo-

peace-

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
08-09-2008, 10:42 PM
Mark this hour on ya calendar, you can end ya talent search/
wordplayís high caliber rifles, but the vocabís a silencer/
balancin Bibles and violence, Iím demolishin challengers/
blood sacrificin Highlander wit twin polished Excaliburs/
the last of the world marvels, spit words of pearl and marble/
I came wit Amistad in a bottle, come unfurl the novel/
keep the girls in a hostel, waitin to satisfy the legendary/
I got plots in dark cemeteries, but a burialís unnecessary/
cuz I live eternally like I been born again, but born in sin/
torn linen wrapped around the cadavers of tortured men/
prepare the sod, assassins in the synagogue swear to God/
take off ya mink or lose yo cuban link like Terror Squad/
respect the decalogue, thou shalt not cross the Messiah/
I spit flames on yo terrain until you get lost in the fires/
tossed in the mire, may yo soul expire in the swamplands/
off-brand emcees get crushed like a tall can by a bronze hand...

got damn this just scream creativity you got me in the 1st few lines you could cha talent search...omg you teach cats allot of about ripping dude ur nasty kudos 4 this man keep killing them fuck the haters

OTB
08-09-2008, 10:53 PM
balancin Bibles and violence, I'm demolishin challengers
blood sacrificin Highlander wit twin polished Excaliburs


WHOA>

i could have just quoted this, but i wanted to type it out to see how it feels to drop an unmeasurable gem-

dope as can get, P-

we gonna have to drop another snack soon-

1

Guarded By Martyrs
08-09-2008, 11:09 PM
Yo I seriously need to smoke a blunt and read this whole thread...

That "Flying Quils" dart had me going nuts !!!!!!!

Picasso is unreal...Colossal props man.

Ritter
08-10-2008, 10:36 AM
I still think Prophet Picasso is Killah Priest.

This is better than a LOT of stuff I listen to.

This shit is... ah fuck. I can't find the words.

Best writer on here, hands down, so down the devil gonna get bitchslapped.

Prophet Picasso
08-10-2008, 08:57 PM
I was banished to the land of Nod, hunted impalas wit Nimrod/
presented Moses the Decalogue, flipped tables in the synagogue/
met wit Farrakhan and Wallace Fard, showed em Allah is God/
I exposed Balaam’s facade, and joined Sengbe on the Amistad/
paid Caesar’s taxes from the mouth of cod in the Jordan River/
ate the holy scroll, then turned water to wine to restore my liver/
born in Galilee, torn in Calvary, formed galleries of masterpieces/
took bread from the hands of Jesus, wrote Paul’s grandest thesis/
joined the school of prophets, but I dropped out and left the dorm/
wore armor thru electric storms, I don’t fear no weapon formed/
me and Lot drank bourbon, I was born, my mother was a virgin/
I gave King James a version, in Durban I’m covered in a turban/
I’m the first Zionist, I called Drew Ali “Noble Moorish Scientist”/
formed alliances wit Judah’s Lioness, hit Goliath wit a iron fist/
I traveled wit Enoch out to Vega, I am the Alpha and Omega/
megaman Sega, Genesis chapter one, daylight and night creator/
I prayed wit Noriega, threw hot darts at the Lost Ark raiders/
I’m a lost art maker, man, I break fast at these pop tart wafers/
playa, I’m a serial spitter, I sat wit Merlin next to spiritual rivers/
flowin lyrical wizard material, imperial bacterial blizzards/
durin the exodus I led the crowd as a bloomin cumulus cloud/
thunder boomin aloud, mighty tremors consumin the ground/
three days I was groomed in a shroud wit my humerus bound/
me and Muhammad spoke profound, eatin shrooms by the pound/
I threw crowns wit the elders bowed at the base of the throne/
I embraced Sharon and placed witches in a lake wit the stones/
as fauna like iguanas and piranhas ate they face and they dome/
I scattered any trace of they bones at sacred places in Rome/
sat wit Nostradamus, blazin a zone while we both ridin together/
stayed survivin the weather while on a cold Poseidon Adventure/
I’m indentured forever to wreak flows leavin a trail scorched/
wit a hard gale force, I’m the reason you need to behold a pale horse...

Prophet Picasso
08-23-2008, 03:45 PM
I wanted to try something with simpler vocab and shorter bars:


Before I was formed—I was sordid/
before I was born—I was aborted/
before I was foreign—I was deported/
my oracles are historically recorded/
by agents on hidden tape recorders/
but I ain’t bakin eighths or quarters/
that’s my aces, they can take ya order/
while jakes invade and take ya daughter/
I’m breakin water wit this global vista/
my mindstate’s Priest, my vocal’s GZA/
I’m at the local Sizzler wit a cocoa sista/
my words dig deep like a posthole digger/
the liquor on my liver, I let the indo flame/
can’t stand the rain on my window frame/
in this kitchen of mines, twistin a dime/
hittin the pine, reminiscin on simpler times/
in my prime, I used to spit simpler rhymes/
me and my clique commit similar crimes/
made descent, prisons came and went/
Jah gave me pens so my pain could vent...

OTB
08-23-2008, 05:16 PM
h ha, i thought you were doin a bid or somethin P-

^nice drop

yo i'm ready to bake up another 'snack' whenever you are god-

hit me-

peace-

Prophet Picasso
09-11-2008, 02:23 PM
Today is the two-year anniversary of my liberation from prison. This verse is a different style for me, but I needed to pen something to commemorate this day for myself. They say that 78% of inmates get locked up within two years of they release. I'm beatin they odds:



Two years since I got my view clear, a couple blunts, a few beers/
new peers, a few tears fallen and smeared here on this blue sphere/
piss-cups renew fears, led thru rear doors, D’s watch thru mirrors/
pigs threw a few spears, but I’ve steered clear and persevered/
heard jeers and sneers thru the cheers, but I veered into the clear/
I’m so sincere, can’t believe it’s been mere years since that career/
I kept Belvedere bottles near, a concrete pioneer stuck in gear/
cold racketeer, robbed a few cashiers, disappeared out the rear/
conditions was severe, my fo-fin was revered, Nextel to my ear/
ran up big bills like Laimbeer, adhered to street-code pioneers/
rolled wit chocolate chicks wit earrings the size of chandeliers/
thick rears, we slung hard out the Cavalier, cruisin the frontier/
the blue interior was austere, but it got me from there to here/
she head-bob like Lanier, unaware of informants who interfere/
Babylon volunteers, their sheer envy led me to a prison premier/
listenin ears had me writin Dear Mamas from penitentiary tiers/
wit killas and queers, gangbangers, slangers and molestors/
nut-testers, dope-fiends who pester, I heard the old gods lecture/
rockin polyester textures, I read Esther and served my semester/
left the pen better than I came, throwin deuces to lame jesters/
my ace said remember him and our friends wit lives sequestered/
in Westville, tethered together in cold weather wit no sweaters/
years wit no letters, deep in the nether regions of wherever/
for whomever, Kenyon, Big Mike, Ready, DT and Trevor/
separated from they Tashas, Biancas, Ebonys and Heathers/
flocked together like birds of a feather, no room whatsoever/
severed from they family for whatever cheddar endeavors/
without no thoughts of whether things will ever get better/
long as they’re never bound in leather when they pull the lever/
dismembered in order to pacify a cruel system’s displeasure/
however, I took measures to get out and seek a hidden treasure/
but I will forever remember, o-six, the eleventh of September...

ChristO
09-11-2008, 07:46 PM
peace. yeah, that was peace. jersey needed that. shout to north jersey, south jersey, central jersey. feel me between here-and-there, or on either side a' that. and one. when I come through, let it be love then...

OTB
09-12-2008, 12:22 PM
dope P-

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-12-2008, 01:48 PM
I still think Prophet Picasso is Killah Priest.

This is better than a LOT of stuff I listen to.

This shit is... ah fuck. I can't find the words.

Best writer on here, hands down, so down the devil gonna get bitchslapped.

it could be priest testing out material on us to see what works lol if so great, if not even more doper but who knows

Prophet Picasso
10-12-2008, 10:42 PM
Colorless brothers blaspheme a faceless god/
nameless odds, hopeless homeless embrace the sod/
investors chase the fog, c-notes become paper wads/
racist squads of police miss the spaceship pod/
makeshift gods are razed from Washington to Riyadh/
political retards regard the panic, callin it Jihad/
the streets charred and replaced wit glassy gold/
reefa smoke emits from stores where gas was sold/
the masses fold from the lack of soul nutrition/
behold, a coalition unfolds from the old conditions/
no longer controlled by trolls of the pope traditions/
a bold transition to hope from the old suspicions/
ascent of a gracious world amidst a spacious swirl/
rivers of life flow slow thru twelve gates of pearl/
mountains and lakes unfurl where once Lucifer flared/
the spared remnant heir breathe in New Jerusalemís air...

edit: added 8 bars:

We'll fight the aims of soothsayers who plight to drain/
the utopian frame paved over amber waves of grain/
stained wit the blood of Cain, raised the bloodline of Seth/
heritage of eternal life fights on the frontlines with death/
in crunchtime we kept the covenant, righteous breastplates/
flamin arrows, black apparel, a perilous checkmate/
the blessed faith of warriors forced the gray hounds into hell/
the housing of Sheol, this is two thousand and twelve...

Prince Rai
10-13-2008, 06:36 AM
oh shit, this is the first time i read your work.

Prophet Picasso, energetic dynamo, lyrical inferno.

Seriously, the best so far...

OTB
10-13-2008, 09:05 PM
word P-

your index is made of pure gold-

peace-

Prophet Picasso
12-02-2008, 08:22 PM
A recent piece.....criticism is always welcomed...




My bars are harder than marble stained wit the blood of martyrs/
wit bums I barter for gems, in exchange for them, I pen charters/
explainin why men falter, burnin pagan incense on a dead altar/
meanwhile I recite the psalter, standin tall on rocks of Gibraltar/
the author of the third testament, it don't end until I ascend/
no tellin when the devil contend, but my pen will be ready then/
tell a friend, I recommend you extend a hand before you offend/
my phlegm is gems, they condemn what they can't comprehend/
false prophets and preachers pretend, that's the triumph of evil/
ions is feeble, my hustle's a muzzle that makes my silence illegal/
Zionist people shout in defiance against the science of steeples/
my giants is lethal, ridin in Regals wit the pride of lions and eagles/
I’m writin the sequel to Ezekiel, a prophet spittin to dry bones/
my vision is light shown, reflected across different time zones/
of the four corners, blindin the angels, at five different angles/
wit tigers I tangle, it feel good to live in the eye of the bengal/
I wouldn't lie if it's painful, I've become numb from the atrocities/
my acute prophecies mangle, mayn, I try angles like Isosceles/
I'm stoppin these rap dudes who's obtuse and use painful policies/
wit truth I systematically split atoms into mathematical anomalies/
obviously...I'm oblivious to the trivial pursuit of the frivolous/
a criminal subliminalist spittin murder, facin lawsuits and litigants/
this is equivalence to eloquence, elevate my Elohim development/
in cells I was celibate, but my equilibrium equaled an elephant's/
crushin skeleton bones near the angelic hosts' elegant throne's tier/
I go near, just a son of man on earth, but my name is known here/
stabbed the pope wit a chrome spear, then wiped Nina Simone's tears/
ancient vagrants was my old peers while I roamed on the gold sphere...

War and Peace
12-04-2008, 10:51 PM
damn!

epic-

Sleep Sinatra
01-06-2009, 02:00 PM
bump for this, yo proh u recordin yet or what homie? u NEED to be in the booth man word up, keep blessin

SKAMPOE
01-06-2009, 04:56 PM
A recent piece.....criticism is always welcomed...




My bars are harder than marble stained wit the blood of martyrs/
wit bums I barter for gems, in exchange for them, I pen charters/
explainin why men falter, burnin pagan incense on a dead altar/
meanwhile I recite the psalter, standin tall on rocks of Gibraltar/
the author of the third testament, it don't end until I ascend/
no tellin when the devil contend, but my pen will be ready then/
tell a friend, I recommend you extend a hand before you offend/
my phlegm is gems, they condemn what they can't comprehend/
false prophets and preachers pretend, that's the triumph of evil/
ions is feeble, my hustle's a muzzle that makes my silence illegal/
Zionist people shout in defiance against the science of steeples/
my giants is lethal, ridin in Regals wit the pride of lions and eagles/
Iím writin the sequel to Ezekiel, a prophet spittin to dry bones/
my vision is light shown, reflected across different time zones/
of the four corners, blindin the angels, at five different angles/
wit tigers I tangle, it feel good to live in the eye of the bengal/
I wouldn't lie if it's painful, I've become numb from the atrocities/
my acute prophecies mangle, mayn, I try angles like Isosceles/
I'm stoppin these rap dudes who's obtuse and use painful policies/
wit truth I systematically split atoms into mathematical anomalies/
obviously...I'm oblivious to the trivial pursuit of the frivolous/
a criminal subliminalist spittin murder, facin lawsuits and litigants/
this is equivalence to eloquence, elevate my Elohim development/
in cells I was celibate, but my equilibrium equaled an elephant's/
crushin skeleton bones near the angelic hosts' elegant throne's tier/
I go near, just a son of man on earth, but my name is known here/
stabbed the pope wit a chrome spear, then wiped Nina Simone's tears/
ancient vagrants was my old peers while I roamed on the gold sphere...
whoa, this shit is nasty, damn, from the top to the bottom yo, very nice man!:hooray:

War and Peace
01-06-2009, 06:03 PM
yeah P-

how u been g-

peace

Prophet Picasso
01-25-2009, 01:08 AM
I have resurrected.....love to all the brothers that have carried the cross here in the temple.




They ask what prison I been in, what I been livin in/
I been on frontlines, pistol grippin for my dominion/
politickin wit this Palestinian, gettin his opinions/
inside of City Market buyin Swishers from a Indian/
ponderin over Levi and Simeon, Nazis and Davidians/
trekking to whatever I may cross along this meridian/
watchin Benny Hinn, considerin his Armenian lineage/
studyin Abyssinians, on the abysmal edge of obsidian/
within Lucifer's reach, I try to teach with each speech/
but it's hard to reach Greeks so I speak to the meek/
the weak take a seat, intrigued by my sleek mystique/
they eat every gem I speak, disguised as concrete meat/
the seeds that I excrete blossom into colossal flora/
meant for the explorers armed wit rockets and Torahs/
angelic auras, lyrical skills able to kill Gomorrahs/
enough piff to fill fedoras, hollows to fill a Taurus/
more squares than Phillip Morris, where killas flourish/
over hills and forests up to the hidden villes of Moorish/
where Moors move their quills in chorus to the cadence/
of black ravens singin a sad song of long gone havens/
for the black slaves in strong bonds of miseducation/
the child makin thongs in Hong Kong for next to nathan/
every Moors' song's long, but is organized and filed/
then compiled for awhile inside my cerebral profile/
thru my larynx turnstile to a door marked "Worthwhile"/
the files emit into spit mixed wit styles so versatile/
verse after verse is dispersed by these sacred means/
all to beguile a child and show him how to chase his dreams...


Comments/criticisms are more than welcome....

DR. NICK RIVIERA
01-25-2009, 02:43 AM
it's all we love on your raps

when are you going to record something?

War and Peace
01-25-2009, 07:22 AM
h ha-

spectacularly fascinating P-

excellent excellent rhymes-

peace-

Prophet Picasso
08-21-2009, 10:20 PM
Trying to shake the rust off...probably been six months since I picked up a pen. I almost didn't even post this bullshit, but I know the criticism will motivate me to write something worthwhile.



I'm calmly armed upon a threatened farm of carnal Meccans/
dented armor on our chest and arms, my army's sergeants sweatin/
tarnished weapons in my palms, they wet and salt infected/
ready for Karmageddon, spreadin souls upon the lawns of heaven/
we invadin the halls erected tall by the spawns of Nephilim/
callin Tibetan monks to find the flaws in their walls' defenses/
warriors crawlin along the fences that's sprawled along wit trenches/
words of the Law scrawled across helmets so all our jaw's protected/
from the weapons of warfare, the cold stare of Medusa's daughter/
hard enough to induce a slaughter wrought upon Zeus's altar/
I caught her on the trade route without a safe scout or guardian/
partyin her brains out, I left her laid out like a devout Rastafarian/
now Anakim have left the Vatican to collect the bounty on my back/
I left County on the run til my soldiers found me cloudy in Iraq/
fled South where the Saudis crowded around me in unbelief/
how I come from thief to satan’s soldier to turnin over a new leaf/
now I’m chief among killers willin to let blood drop for the pack/
poised to attack and die in combat at the simple drop of a hat/
facin Philistines and knockin em back wit half a sack of arrows/
past the narrow halls of Egypt, tracin back to the blackest Pharaohs...

Guarded By Martyrs
08-22-2009, 02:49 PM
ready for Karmageddon, spreadin souls upon the lawns of heaven/
we invadin the halls erected tall by the spawns of Nephilim/


What !!!!!

War and Peace
08-26-2009, 04:50 PM
from the weapons of warfare, the cold stare of Medusa's daughter/
hard enough to induce a slaughter wrought upon Zeus's altar/


nice dart Prophet>

Prophet Picasso
09-07-2009, 11:27 PM
No more argument, this dart is an ardent artistic disarmament/
part call-to-arms, part stark darkness to a Holy Ark parliament/
designed to spark alarm in charlatans, impartin scars to cartilage/
carvin a mark in ya heart so large you could park cars in it/
the carnage is hardened on garden variety garbage and piety/
tied inside the fiery sparks of irony that start in societies/
where heart and sobriety are trumped by lust, anger and greed/
the trifecta of iniquity, ubiquity becomes vacancy and need/
agencies impede, people concede to propaganda academics/
food stamps, section eight and wic til we get overdependant/
a paradoxical epidemic that we spread on to our descendants/
teen women regularly pregnant with yet another ghetto tenant/
so my every sentence is penance, repentance for my disregard/
I know shit gets hard for my babymamas, so in this regard/
I apologize for the hollow lies and all the time in prison yards/
I coulda spent wit my seeds insteada smokin trees and livin hard/
my decisions scarred my kids, forced to live years fatherless/
my hard ass stayed down, had to drown to learn what water is/
intolerance for authority forcin me to continue the cycle/
listen to Michael, it ain’t no sunshine but my vision is viable/
driven to rifles, prison and Bibles, arisen as titles in my journal/
givin kernals of truth in the booth against hell’s eternal inferno/
me and my colonels is nocturnal, night owls buyin White Owls/
goons with gold grills and scowls hidden under white towels/
tryin to escape Sodom before autumn, it’s cold at the bottom/
downtrodden and rotten, my belief’s become old and forgotten/
I’m hopin I gotten further from the burdens that been searchin me/
only God can judge me but I’m scared what will his verdict be...

Tecknowledgist
09-08-2009, 12:03 AM
CRAAAAAAAAAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY shit!

Eradicate
09-08-2009, 01:27 AM
wish i could criticize..

lyrics were great.. didn't want to stop reading it.

Shitao
09-08-2009, 05:21 AM
Crazy man.

If you need some beats...

War and Peace
09-08-2009, 03:37 PM
great, great stuff P

Prophet Picasso
09-27-2009, 10:41 PM
We spoke on marriage more than we did the miscarriage/
you disparaged my parenthood, that should be apparent/
our parenting’s inherent, yet you was aberrant with my seeds/
errant when you decreed I wasn’t caring for your needs/
cuz I’m carin for my daughter, she’s the heiress to my creed/
but you the Paris to my Leeds, like Polaris thru night trees/
the terrace on my eaves, and I cherished the nights we’ve/
laid barest on white sheets, sharin where our lives lead/
but you was unfair and naive to believe demon’s whispers/
the decrees of evil sistas who wish they was equal wit cha/
yo disbelief burnt my blood but my soul was even crisper/
I ran that path for you fast til my feet was deep wit blisters/
now I clean my whiskers wit the pumice of dead promise/
left guardless in a empty bed cuz I left a misled goddess/
to be honest, yo lack of modesty is what destroyed it all/
I stayed thru summer but yo pride came before the fall...

(chorus)
Things fall apart, like cheap cars and soft hearts/
things fall apart, like relationships wit false starts/
things fall apart, like arguments fulla smart remarks/
things fall apart, but it take heart to turn chaos into art...

We spoke on my babymamas more than we did commitment/
we didn’t keep persistent, intent on perfection this instant/
some days we was distant, indignant but still sexual/
ate you on blankets like a picnic, this dick was the best for you/
the sex was more than sensual, consensual, unconventional/
I paid special attention to the tension thru ya midsection, boo/
e’erytime was intentional, never choose to use protection, too/
both us hopin that potentially a pregnancy would be eventual/
it’s incomprehensible, the depths of hell to which we’ve fell/
I’m at a motel, hoes wavin they Nextel, waitin to exhale/
makin my next sell, evadin a wet cell, but jail is all I see/
break bread wit all my three, on a quaint bed wit Paul by me/
I shake when ya name come on my call ID, I’m trippin/
I’m gettin guap tippin, but it’s not worth how I’m livin/
givin up, slippin, gettin up, since prison I ain’t risen up/
might as well live it up, if we quittin then I don’t give a fuck...

We spoke on the future more than we did the present/
I was more incessant, nevertheless it’s a mutual lesson/
today is a beautiful present, let’s try to live in this time/
I was blind to errors of mine, boo, but to forgive is divine/
lemme give it to you while I’m out here gettin what’s mine/
the time’s prime, I’m grindin so ain’t no time to sit in a line/
I know you miss my kiss and the way that I hit from behind/
I miss how you would lick ya lips when you twistin a dime/
I miss bein able to grip ya behind, sit and sip on some wine/
layin on top of you, face to face with our fists intertwined/
let’s sign on the dotted line and reconnect what’s broken/
this time it’s all or nuthin, not a concern goes unspoken/
blunt smokin, can you remember “Us against the world”/
the next chapter’s unfurled, it’s everything after my girl/
I’m askin you to meet me halfway, I need you in a bad way/
let’s be strong on bad days and keep from fallin on the pathway...

War and Peace
09-27-2009, 11:41 PM
^should have been a guest feature on ghostface's new album-

real talk-

peace Prophet, love this one-

triPAUD
09-28-2009, 10:28 PM
Damn.......

u need to be recordin or ghostwriting or something

Prophet Picasso
10-04-2009, 02:08 AM
I don't ghostwrite, but most times I write for ghosts/
I reserve the right to boast to most when a mic is close/
my eyes is cloaked in smoke, but trust my mind is woke/
strong trees behind the lines I spoke, whether pine or oak/
bloke, every rhyme I've wrote is dope, like lines of coke/
the kind you quote on the grind wit dope inside ya coat/
if any rapper contend, I end they life wit a sniper's stroke/
so don't attend, I win every battle I'm in, despite the vote/
I'll slice ya throat wit a bar so sharp it'll carve thru bark/
when I impart my darts, you won't say shit like Harpo Marx/
I'm a sharp tooth, heartless shark that starves for narcs/
roamin in the oceans' largest, most uncharted darkest parts/
so if yo ark embarks toward my ports or gulfs, I'm goin off/
flowin off the top at those who scoff or whose flow is soft/
I'm Gorbachev in eighty-eight, I'll take ya state for taking's sake/
forcefeed you planks of snake from satan's plate while ya fate awaits...
....ooooh shit, that takes the cake....

THE MASON
10-04-2009, 12:20 PM
^ some tight lines in that piece

master craftsmen for sho

Peace Prophet

Prophet Picasso
10-12-2009, 09:14 PM
My eyes close, time froze my soul like a sublime blindfold/
I undergo exposure of lies told on my own unkind road/
came from the cold caves to the place where my soul’s saved/
I’ve wrote plays since birth and the earth is my whole stage/
I don’t age, matured since the old days of Smith n Wesson/
cocaine and road rage, I was a sold slave to imperfection/
a livin lesson, a legend in my own rite, like a dim reflection/
of Christ on my cold plight, that’s why I spit aggression/
my soul’s cold, but snow white, until I get my pension/
to live in heaven for my whole life, into the fifth dimension/
in the presence of my cold wife, also my kids’ affection/
did I mention I was a lowlife, but bold like a interjection/
a slave sold at low price, owned twice by pigs inspection/
that’s where my road spliced, I had to pick which direction/
my selection was holy wealth, my soul and body’s health/
chose to be my godly self, now I can’t be nobody else...

For I am me - The one who flows to hold his soul at peace/
And I am he - The son whose known to roll his dro in Sweets/
And I was him - Whose gun he holds would blow at foes indeed/
I could’ve been - The young and bold who sold they soul to greed/
But I am me - The one who holds to Jason’s golden fleece/
When I was he - a bum who rode a vagrant’s road to Greece/
And would’ve been - Among the clones who play the roll of sheep/
But I will be - The one opposed to those who toast the beast...

THE MASON
10-12-2009, 10:39 PM
For I am me - The one who flows to hold his soul at peace/
And I am he - The son whose known to roll his dro in Sweets/
And I was him - Whose gun he holds would blow at foes indeed/
I could’ve been - The young and bold who sold they soul to greed/
But I am me - The one who holds to Jason’s golden fleece/
When I was he - a bum who rode a vagrant’s road to Greece/
And would’ve been - Among the clones who play the roll of sheep/
But I will be - The one opposed to those who toast the beast...

that whole part was illness, mega props

Guarded By Martyrs
10-12-2009, 10:51 PM
To say your gifted isn't doing you justice.
One of the greatest wordsmiths I've seen.

Prophet Picasso
12-15-2009, 01:18 AM
This is a hard bar bazaar, the return of retarded art/
framed in Cardiers, the charred remains of a departed heart/
deported far away, onto the fareways of far away parts/
from project stairways to stargates, still the stargazer starves/
he stands on stilts and spits to stretch his arms to the stars/
armed to the teeth with bars that is raw, far above par/
carved on his forearm, he forewarns of harm like a vagrant czar/
he recalls an anxious call with which an ancient grave is marked/
it reads: "I came apart at a young age, my lungs craved/
clean air but knew that blunt haze would be there one day/
and some days went quicker with liquor to support my liver/
but after it passes just deliver my ashes to the Jordan River"/
alone I shiver at the thought of prophecies lost in translation/
brothas lost in train stations, mothers caught cocaine bassin/
jewels dropped into a truckstop drain basin, a safe-haven/
for a brazen maiden who turned her first trick to make payments/
to a pimp who got her into a crib and off the gray pavement/
made her feel like she ain't nameless, hair did and legs shaven/
but the pimp is just a kid wit his own history that's painstakin/
mama was enslaved to the heroin age, she died a aids patient/
all these taught me there's no such thing as people with prudence/
only evil and crudeness, narcissistic teachers and students/
greedy preachers reachin for loot, misreadin the blueprints/
bleachin the truth in ruthless pursuit of what power produces/
buildin towers to Zeuses, misleadin any coward who's clueless/
abusin they power to loosen a altar boy's collar, it's stupid/
they hollerin for tolerance, to err is human, to forgive divine/
that's exactly why in prison I was kickin molestors like they did it to one of mine...

War and Peace
12-20-2009, 09:37 AM
My eyes close, time froze my soul like a sublime blindfold/
I undergo exposure of lies told on my own unkind road/
came from the cold caves to the place where my soul’s saved/
I’ve wrote plays since birth and the earth is my whole stage/
I don’t age, matured since the old days of Smith n Wesson/
cocaine and road rage, I was a sold slave to imperfection/
a livin lesson, a legend in my own rite, like a dim reflection/
of Christ on my cold plight, that’s why I spit aggression/
my soul’s cold, but snow white, until I get my pension/
to live in heaven for my whole life, into the fifth dimension/
in the presence of my cold wife, also my kids’ affection/
did I mention I was a lowlife, but bold like a interjection/
a slave sold at low price, owned twice by pigs inspection/
that’s where my road spliced, I had to pick which direction/
my selection was holy wealth, my soul and body’s health/
chose to be my godly self, now I can’t be nobody else...

For I am me - The one who flows to hold his soul at peace/
And I am he - The son whose known to roll his dro in Sweets/
And I was him - Whose gun he holds would blow at foes indeed/
I could’ve been - The young and bold who sold they soul to greed/
But I am me - The one who holds to Jason’s golden fleece/
When I was he - a bum who rode a vagrant’s road to Greece/
And would’ve been - Among the clones who play the roll of sheep/
But I will be - The one opposed to those who toast the beast...


EVERYBODY STOP WRITING UNTIL NEXT YEAR!!

Picasso murdered the whole forum!!

Sleep Sinatra
02-08-2010, 09:48 PM
Photon Propulsion Shake Vision Convulsions/
Aura That Pulsate in My Chest Deep Like Oceans/
Speak With Golden Moments Floatin Beside Roses/
Carnations Burn In The Sand Whenever Man approaches/
Vandal Notions Shadow Description Slash Throats-When/
My Spiritual Combine Wit Flesh Im Past Ghostin/
Ash Omens Poet Who Rest in Black Clothin/
Nosferatu Wit Gospel Attack Ronin's/
Steps On HourGlasses Till The Path Broken/
Fangs Inject Venom In Viegns U Lay Frozen/
Grenade Motion-Shrapnel Scattered in Pain Dosage/
Chemically Create Sound & Exchange Potions/
I Bless Like Priest Wit Tha Grail When Slang Spoken...

"REQUIEM:RUDE AWAKENING" debut mixtape comin soon

picasso much love stay rippin shit i had 2 give my 2 cents,haha
100

Prophet Picasso
02-09-2010, 01:30 PM
Preciate the love. I'm trying to pick the pen back up....



I burst from the cervix, breakin forth from the birth canal/
unhurt, un-alert to my new locale, a blue earth thatís foul/
soon as they snip the umbilical, I spit scriptures thatís Biblical/
several songs from hymnals that would echo through citadels/
from the peaks of the Pamirs to the Pyrenees pinnacles/
Christian clerics were critical, but I was praised by the Seminoles/
I eluded the cynical who were true to the pursuit of the trivial/
the pitiful religious who considered the prodigious to be typical/
as an infant I spit hints of mathematics you wonít find in print/
every line was mint, youíd catch my glint if you didnít squint/
years came and went, I learned to sprint when I saw police tint/
an early Verbal Kint, hellbent on gettin rent or doin a stint/
adolescence was my advent, the avenue was like a magnet/
I ran it savagely on the average, caught in the drugsí dragnet/
my soul was stagnant as piss puddles in a project stairwell/
I didnít fare well til I found out my words and beats paired well/
now itís farewell to even excellent emcees, they in hindsight/
cuz when I rhyme right they get quite scared of my mindís light/
every lineís tight, I roll top flight thatís bout as sticky as epoxy/
my chick is brown and foxy, I roll like yahtzee, my flow is nazi/
oops, I meant nasty, Iím the best, no question, so donít ask me/
in my widebody Caddy, told my girl twelve just went past me/
so put the blunt down, we run round uptown and bust serves/
hit a Motel 6 amidst the rough curbs so I can run in and touch her/
sheís a nutmeg skin mistress, a young princess with almond eyes/
we on a chocolate high, sippin amaretto, twistin chocolate thai/
outside the motel window, you smell indo when you walkin by/
me and my misses sharin strawberry kisses in a vanilla sky/
beforehand I tell her she too cute in that Coogi and blue boots/
afterward she say Iím the truth and put it down like bruised fruit/
Iím the same in the bed as in the booth, Iím coming for the temple/
never off track or simple, raw facts, y'all cats is all wack and crippled/
scrawl raps on windows in winter to a rhythm of horse-claps and fiddles/
I spring back in summer, since some a y'all was soft as a nipple/
this is simple, Iíve written it for illiterates, to be rap of the year/
put this crack in ya ear til you fill a canyon with tears and abandon ya fears...

War and Peace
02-09-2010, 01:52 PM
as an infant I spit hints of mathematics you wonít find in print
every line was mint

hahahaha.. too many ill daggers flying around in this verse P..
as usual..
I can't quote them all.. or I might as well quote the whole verse
peace homes.. keep that pen on standby

never off track or simple, raw facts, y'all cats is all wack and crippled/
scrawl raps on windows in winter to a rhythm of horse-claps and fiddles/

Sativahhh
02-09-2010, 02:55 PM
picasso was crazy
the best picture is GUERNICA

Prophet Picasso
03-07-2010, 10:42 PM
Some arrogant poetry for y'all:

Superiority complex, lyrical authority over a majority of concepts/
seniority on this convex orb, ya see, on this grammatical conquest/
itís a fanatical process the way I forge this mathematical content/
a monk who blow skunk on sabbatical, the projects is my convent/
you can take me outta context but chu canít take me out the game/
top five alive, shout my name, I push lame emcees out the frame/
on top of that, I move caine, mary jane, and that boy for ya veins/
avoidin that same shit, I spit knowledge for that void in ya brain/
hereís a jewel: first rule of engagement, donít fool with the greatest/
you a fool in amazement of the latest opus of dopeness I created/
it seem like I was gone for ages, but now Iím back from my hiatus/
I was busy gettin wages, havin foot races wit racists in police chases/
I reached my oasis Ďfore I could catch more cases in them cages/
them gates is outrageous, to turn a gracious imam to a straight sadist/
but I made it around them bases, now Iím at home in the majors/
magnum opus like Poe's Raven, I am Picasso in his latest stages/
cuz Iíll leave you in braces like teenage faces, but itís permanent/
cuz, I came from the firmament wit the worst intent on murkin it/
I circumvent suckas in murderous tournaments, so stay subservient/
donít get chin checked or wrapped around the neck wit a tourniquet/
I fashion the planets like Copernicus, you canít match my swagger/
dungeons and dragons, catch my drift or you goní catch my dagger/
donít stagger out cha cave til you slaves hear the commander call/
spittin space age rage, Iím like Alexander to yíall neanderthals/
goddamn, Iím raw...

Prophet Picasso
09-01-2010, 03:12 PM
Where Picasso been?
I heard he living shife again, a life of sin got him right back inside the pen/
fightin men wit whitened skin inside the lion's den where you find him in/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he gettin high wit friends inside his den, but he won't invite us in/
they smokin stank, sippin purple drank, I thank it's mixed wit Sprite and gin/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he fightin Leviathans wit iron fins in holy waters where giants swim/
scientists signed him in for assignment but tried to siphon then silence him/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he hittin the iron and dietin', on his vitamins, potassium and niacin/
gettin fire chin from a chocolate chick while a dime wit lighter skin is ironin'/
Where Picasso been?
Holdin pens in hope of openin a road to spend forever wit his closest friends/
closin in on a podium wit a open grin while bulbs flash and lenses is focusin/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he rollin stogies wit his homies, drinkin forties, watchin Maury or Nickelodeon/
he's only in the dope spot, throwin opiates to the broken and the loneliest/
Where Picasso been?
goin in wit his boldest kin, a clique of Hussein Saddams and Bonaparte Napoleons/
whose motives is: get the scratch, after that it's all irrelevant or erroneous/
Where Picasso been?
makin music like Paul Robeson, moments frozen in time, rhymin since the fallopian/
Where Picasso been? Where Picasso belong: hanging in the Smithsonian....

War and Peace
09-14-2010, 11:25 PM
fightin Leviathans wit iron fins in holy waters where giants swim/
scientists signed him in for assignment but tried to siphon then silence him/


BOOOOOM!

War and Peace
09-20-2010, 11:34 PM
again:

fightin Leviathans wit iron fins in holy waters where giants swim/
scientists signed him in for assignment but tried to siphon then silence him/


BOOOOOM!

you've reached that nearly impossible to attain level Prophet.
Peace, awe and respect to you homes
__________________

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
09-21-2010, 06:59 AM
Where Picasso been?
I heard he living shife again, a life of sin got him right back inside the pen/
fightin men wit whitened skin inside the lion's den where you find him in/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he gettin high wit friends inside his den, but he won't invite us in/
they smokin stank, sippin purple drank, I thank it's mixed wit Sprite and gin/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he fightin Leviathans wit iron fins in holy waters where giants swim/
scientists signed him in for assignment but tried to siphon then silence him/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he hittin the iron and dietin', on his vitamins, potassium and niacin/
gettin fire chin from a chocolate chick while a dime wit lighter skin is ironin'/
Where Picasso been?
Holdin pens in hope of openin a road to spend forever wit his closest friends/
closin in on a podium wit a open grin while bulbs flash and lenses is focusin/
Where Picasso been?
I heard he rollin stogies wit his homies, drinkin forties, watchin Maury or Nickelodeon/
he's only in the dope spot, throwin opiates to the broken and the loneliest/
Where Picasso been?
goin in wit his boldest kin, a clique of Hussein Saddams and Bonaparte Napoleons/
whose motives is: get the scratch, after that it's all irrelevant or erroneous/
Where Picasso been?
makin music like Paul Robeson, moments frozen in time, rhymin since the fallopian/
Where Picasso been? Where Picasso belong: hanging in the Smithsonian....

shit is banging, keep up the dopeness

ChristO
09-25-2010, 08:23 AM
...jersey is in the building...ahight, solid...

Prophet Picasso
10-01-2010, 04:26 PM
Picasso the pub patron, dubbed Prophet the Patriot Patriarch/
got a bottom bitch wit a switch, I call her my favorite matriarch/
matrix architect, agents project poison darts at the art I protect/
the Ark I protect from blackhearted men that the darkness infects/
scarf on my neck, I'm as fly as the insects your carcass collects/
I'll bang rain in ya veins and ingrain my name in every part of ya flesh/
I'm sparkin the techs in the arch of ya neck as you're parkin ya Lex/
more moolah-minded than most, so multiple mulattos stay stalkin for sex/
callin my nextel, hopin to exhale, but I don't need all of that stress/
don't get all in a mess, but I confess yo bitch look raw in that dress/
no bra on them breasts, I just sent her a message, and I ain't talkin a text/
all that I said was I'm Usain Bolt, and would she mind if I joined her/
I'm a hunnit meters from a million, and all I need is a Jackie Joyner/
a stick-up chick performer, hittin licks for the bricks and the coinage/
test it, in and out in eight seconds, it's a world record performance/
we robbin politicians and lawyers in Porsches or emporium foyers/
I got a gorgeous Delores, she's Foxy Brown and I'm Chuck Norris/
you pay on a mortgage, I got blunts torched front porch at my fortress/
you suspect ya chick is whorish, thru her cordless phone you forage/
pathetic...now Prophet's droppin atomic bombs onto Fantasy Islands/
hear the sonic boom then the mushroom cloud, now cue the violins/
you ain't wildin, I can hear your fear due to violence thru the sirens/
if apprehended then send a kite and you better stay true to silence/
that rule is timeless, whenever, whether black skies or bluest climates/
now Jakob is the new Timex and a Blackberry is the new papyrus/
check ya back-log, the black plague is caged inside a computer virus/
that infects thru the iris, violence by guys fightin over whos the flyest/
not realizin that kis might open doors but bricks open windows/
regardless I'm blowin indo, flippin dimes and nicks out my open window/
don't come thru here if you don't know the info, that code is simple/
since beats on the lunch table we been thug angels, though most is sinful...

War and Peace
10-01-2010, 10:11 PM
you ain't wildin, I can hear your fear due to violence thru the sirens/
if apprehended then send a kite and you better stay true to silence/
that rule is timeless, whenever, whether black skies or bluest climates/
now Jakob is the new Timex and a Blackberry is the new papyrus/
check ya back-log, the black plague is caged inside a computer virus/
that infects thru the iris, violence by guys fightin over whos the flyest/
not realizin that kis might open doors but bricks open windows/
regardless I'm blowin indo, flippin dimes and nicks out my open window/
don't come thru here if you don't know the info, that code is simple/
since beats on the lunch table we been thug angels, though most is sinful...


^Yeah P!

hypeness!!

Inspektah Meth-Tical
10-03-2010, 12:38 AM
fuck man, this guy, idk, why ain't he recording!!? Lyrically he's better than half the rappers out there.

Prophet Picasso
10-26-2010, 01:58 AM
From Levi's to Louis V is a long leap, my street ties got me movin D all week/
my weed price for two or threes called cheap, got three times the loot I seen in aught three/
I keep ties like dudes who be on wall street, if I need pies I'm to the E to call Creep/
since I was knee high I been crackin the concrete, sellin sacks, packin a small heat/
I keep mines under my broad's seat, and you should see the hawk that my broad keep/
if I get caught deep in the Caprice with Bronze Feet, I won't let the laws speak/
just call me a lawyer, by two or three we gon be off free, spittin some raw meat/
you marks don't wanna spark beef, I'll put you on broad street with no car keys/
to come against me is a tall feat, I'm the king of my zone and my throne is a tall seat/
I'm a prodigy, I dare you to try to mob deep, I'm a royal sheikh, my shawl's sleek/
my tongue pierces clean, my teeth saw deep, ya flawed fleet is small sheep that's all geeked/
what do yall seek? battle rappin off beat, every rap is all sweet, this twelve here is just a small treat...

War and Peace
10-26-2010, 09:56 AM
^lol.. dope!

Prophet Picasso
10-26-2010, 12:34 PM
My words give life to gangstas like a racist judge/
my life's in danger like a ranger, mayn, I'm slangin drugs/
if they gave me life in chambers then my face won't budge/
I'ma do the time in anger no matter who's case it was/
what if Jesus was here, sittin somewhere behind the walls/
cuz Judas signed a statement and didn't do no time at all/
what if Peter was pimpin and got shot behind a broad/
when James heard the glocks pop he was hid behind a car/
and the fact is John the Baptist was murdered by a fascist/
Lot's wife longed for long life carved on a cursed campus/
no lie, now she lives at the shelter on a dirty mattress/
Mary's ass was assassinated and replaced by a actress/
surely laughless, pushin thirty, she's prematurely hapless/
securely fractious, if you heard me you've seen the blurry blackness/
travel the surly atlas til the world crashes off it's pearly axis/
Picasso paints pictures on a thirsty canvass, this here is purely practice...

Mumm Ra
10-27-2010, 02:08 PM
just checked a few of these - super nice work homie

THE MASON
10-28-2010, 08:05 PM
Superiority complex, lyrical authority over a majority of concepts/
seniority on this convex orb, ya see, on this grammatical conquest/
it’s a fanatical process the way I forge this mathematical content/
a monk who blow skunk on sabbatical, the projects is my convent/


DAMN!!

Prophet P killin it

Prophet Picasso
11-10-2010, 11:58 PM
Here comes another masterpiece from the outer lands of Greece/
sittin in my kitchen, watchin p rise in the pots and pans like yeast/
all you see is powder, ash, and grease, police come, I'ma grab my piece/
so solemn cuz the sour sands have ceased in the hour glass of peace/
we wage war til we in the fed, dark days been cold as Winnipeg/
Jack and Jill, it all went downhill when Milt caught one in the leg/
now he in the pen, my close friend, sixty-three seems like no end/
got no ends for his books, it's the thirty-first and it looks like no rent/
so it's back to packin sacks so cheap, feels like I'm givin em out/
start wholesale at a motel, now fiends follow me like a Twitter account/
this the simplest route besides pullin pistols out in a simpleton's house/
Sixx will sell you suckas anything but soul, stupid, this isn't Faust...

J.T.S.
11-11-2010, 09:31 AM
Some arrogant poetry for y'all:

Superiority complex, lyrical authority over a majority of concepts/
seniority on this convex orb, ya see, on this grammatical conquest/
itís a fanatical process the way I forge this mathematical content/
a monk who blow skunk on sabbatical, the projects is my convent/
you can take me outta context but chu canít take me out the game/
top five alive, shout my name, I push lame emcees out the frame/
on top of that, I move caine, mary jane, and that boy for ya veins/
avoidin that same shit, I spit knowledge for that void in ya brain/
hereís a jewel: first rule of engagement, donít fool with the greatest/
you a fool in amazement of the latest opus of dopeness I created/
it seem like I was gone for ages, but now Iím back from my hiatus/
I was busy gettin wages, havin foot races wit racists in police chases/
I reached my oasis Ďfore I could catch more cases in them cages/
them gates is outrageous, to turn a gracious imam to a straight sadist/
but I made it around them bases, now Iím at home in the majors/
magnum opus like Poe's Raven, I am Picasso in his latest stages/
cuz Iíll leave you in braces like teenage faces, but itís permanent/
cuz, I came from the firmament wit the worst intent on murkin it/
I circumvent suckas in murderous tournaments, so stay subservient/
donít get chin checked or wrapped around the neck wit a tourniquet/
I fashion the planets like Copernicus, you canít match my swagger/
dungeons and dragons, catch my drift or you goní catch my dagger/
donít stagger out cha cave til you slaves hear the commander call/
spittin space age rage, Iím like Alexander to yíall neanderthals/
goddamn, Iím raw...


This is the kind of lyricism that's untouchable

Prophet Picasso
07-10-2011, 09:16 PM
I am legend, yes, I am brave, a violent slave inside of a lion's cage/
I get paid Zion's wage to stand tall and spit truth on a silent stage/
that's how I quiet this strident rage, to sit silent like a Mayan sage/
insteada firing an iron gauge like I did when I was bout my scion's age/
now we in the science age, but they still can't find a way to employ/
I'm finally understandin, I'ma always end up being a d-boy, no decoy/
the real McCoy, I could destroy your run-of-the-mill rhyme schemes/
I spit crack, you speak pipe dreams, these flames will melt you ice creams/
you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/
then come ask me for a front, shit happens around this time every month/
yo babymama check ain't came yet, so you here askin me for a free blunt/
you don't really want to confront me while your bitch is here, do you?/
cuz I been looked thru you and got a true view of ya heart under that Fubu/
you ain't no Zulu, I wouldn't even need the two-two to hit chu wit that voodoo/
they call me Prophet cuz I'm a guru, but they call me Sixx cuz I'm cuckoo...

Prophet Picasso
07-11-2011, 09:08 PM
They can't behold my luscious dame, I can't control this loveless game/
blowin dutches of the lushest jane, but you foldin up, it's such a shame/
it's insane you still hang on the same corners from whence my Cutlass came/
my bluntness maims, leave a fuckin lame with nuthin but a bloodless frame/
you fucks can't contain my bulbous brain, mayn, it's such a wondrous thang/
my fangs draw blood from the most sumptuous veins, you chumps just feign/
compare my bars to the lustrous plains of upper Spain after a summer rain/
or I can stutter my dullest pangs, spoken straight from Fred Douglass' pain/
for peers that I lost when the injustice came, out Sixx went, in Justin came/
in just a day I built Rome, I feel chrome on my door and a wheel made of grain/
my Caprice soaked in oak, this Dominican dime laughin like I just told a joke/
ice cubes in my deck and my coke, today was a good day, I ain't awoken broke/
I keep the fiends smokin dope, my folks rockin herringbones and golden ropes/
treasure every minute and hold it close, cuz I never know when this life might provoke a stroke...

Prophet Picasso
07-11-2011, 09:47 PM
I grapple with Sheol, met the devil's daughter, now I'm mackin her well/
smackin her tail, in a blackened motel then I'm throwin her back into hell/
you deaf, dumb and blind, can't learn to sign, plus you lackin the braille/
to feel what I write from the steel and the nights when I was back in a cell/
I excel well, this verse is certain to hurt yo heart like darts from a burner/
but these words go further than murder, it goes much farther than fervor/
birds of a feather spark on the fertile herbal, it's an artist's precursor/
if you a truth searcher, these words is like the AOL and Ted Turner merger/
so I dare any cake-ass web-surfer, "real Hip Hop" mercenary to murmur/
my medleys may turn ya from musical shepherd to my g.o.a.t.-herder/
that's for KRS or the rest of the so-called vets that judge who the best/
you ain't never seen my front steps or bought a bag of these d-r-u-g-s...

War and Peace
07-11-2011, 10:13 PM
nice heat P!

White N Dangerous
07-13-2011, 09:46 AM
I could destroy your run-of-the-mill rhyme schemes/
I spit crack, you speak pipe dreams, these flames will melt you ice creams/
you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/


enjoyed that that most keep at it man and i'l be in from tyme to tyme

BLACK BART SIMPSON
07-15-2011, 01:36 AM
I am legend, yes, I am brave, a violent slave inside of a lion's cage/
I get paid Zion's wage to stand tall and spit truth on a silent stage/
that's how I quiet this strident rage, to sit silent like a Mayan sage/
insteada firing an iron gauge like I did when I was bout my scion's age/
now we in the science age, but they still can't find a way to employ/
I'm finally understandin, I'ma always end up being a d-boy, no decoy/
the real McCoy, I could destroy your run-of-the-mill rhyme schemes/
I spit crack, you speak pipe dreams, these flames will melt you ice creams/
you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/
then come ask me for a front, shit happens around this time every month/
yo babymama check ain't came yet, so you here askin me for a free blunt/
you don't really want to confront me while your bitch is here, do you?/
cuz I been looked thru you and got a true view of ya heart under that Fubu/
you ain't no Zulu, I wouldn't even need the two-two to hit chu wit that voodoo/
they call me Prophet cuz I'm a guru, but they call me Sixx cuz I'm cuckoo...

this shit right here nigga ! is some true talk

"you the type to bag up gram sacks of shwag and brag, callin it light green/
you the type to take your re-up money and blow it all on a wide-screen/"

^^one of my favorite lines because i know halfway hustlers like that

Prophet Picasso
07-30-2011, 11:23 AM
I'll be there like Tito's brother, when you need some weed then see no other/
see no evil and cease to covet, I keep a couple p's beneath my cupboard/
shout out to Karen, she's my mother, even Stevie Wonder can see I love her/
if you seen me swing you seen my slugger, I'll Jose Canseco a seasoned sucker/
I drink Jose Cuervo when I eat my supper, most ese's know I see no color/
black chick in my crib, don't need no covers, I'm too cold and she so gutter/
I got a hotel suite for my circle, they trollin Swisher sweets fulla purple/
I'm outside wit o-z's of the herbal, bustin serves wit the heat in my thermal/
pennin prophecies in my journal, Wu Tang is forever but Prophet P is eternal/
the microwave poppin d by the kernel, in the cyber age gotta leap any hurdle/
candlelight vigil if a fiend on they Herschel cuz I got the heat in my girdle/
composin a Constantine concerto, some nights is too black to see the inferno/
the streets is nocturnal, these words is hurtful to the external listener/
urban Krishna, it's time for a Hip Hop lockout, I'm the verbal commissioner/
send you back to ya suburban peninsula, holla back when the season start/
til you start to release a spark, yo cheapened art ain't worth a cuisinart...

ChristO
08-06-2011, 06:38 PM
"I spit crack, you spit pipe dreams"...ill...

Prophet Picasso
10-29-2011, 07:17 PM
If only you knew where the--source of this blue terror/
was, that keeps knowledge abuzz beneath my New Era/
cuz--I'm a true seraph in a pair of J's bought from Arabs/
a Machiavellian ancient alien hangin out my fiery carriage/
my skill's sickle cell sick so I virally share it, it's buyin me merit/
but skills can't salvage my marriage or assign me no karats/
the more I sell dimes of death the more my livelihood perish/
I'm likely to perish in a barrage of bullets from a sheriff's barracks/
probly put my body in a generic warehouse, up in the garret/
but for now I'm up in a terrace wit my parents and my heiress/
starin at Polaris, cherishin the evening, speakin in esoterics/
temple clerics for the one who rose, I don't mean no Derrick/
I don't need numerics to calculate the years its bout to take/
for the clouds of hate to make their precious way outta state/
the pressure stays bout the cake, the hood is way outta line/
green leaves I gotta rake, even though they made outta pine/
I speak heat when I salivate, although I'm way outta time/
to see dreams when I'm not awake, and take grief outta mine/
speak heat when I salivate, I know that I'm way outta time/
to see dreams when I'm not awake, and take grief outta mine...

Don't know where I'm goin, just realized where I've been/
descended from Annunaki, defended by the jinn/
intend to stop who mock me, twenty-five in my timbs/
play me once shame on you, it won't happen again...

I'm trappin within a corridor in kevlar, wit a forty-four Heckler/
or I'm on Marion carryin kush for the corner-store regulars/
I'm a warrior senator, born to form metal from worn pebbles/
shape your plows into swords in accord with the Lord's rebels/
my pores drip sweat aboard levels of hell, can't avoid devils/
my loins tremble at the thought of rot inside of a void temple/
a mind is a terrible thing to taste, Ray Liotta, Anthony Hopkins/
if I get jammed up, I'm poppin, unless I got the insanity option/
I have to be cautious, my son ask why people buy these ziplocks/
better he see it from me then learn about it from Hip Hop/
better to buy him some J's than give him some flip flops/
better to lie here some days than to ride round wit nick rocks/
cuz you'll get stopped on this block if you in Tahoes or big blocks/
so I avoid the pig cops at all costs, like potholes and pit stops/
my motto's to get gwap, stay grounded til the mother ship lift off/
used to get pissed on, now I'm pissed off, Truman Burbank, Christof...

Prophet Picasso
11-04-2011, 10:54 PM
I don't feel no hope for rap, so come kneel to the new pope of rap/
these spoken raps are potpourri for dope emcees and local cats/
Optical One, got my focus back, Optimo blunts, got my yoda sack/
call me for skunk, got the doja packs, God, I'm so drunk off cognac/
thirteen elbows in grocery sacks, I just came from shoppin/
Picasso just got his mojo back, now tell me what you coppin/
bitches run behind me like Flo-Jo's back, I ain't never stoppin/
snitches wanna dime me, I throw em back, quarterback option/
fiends wanna find me if I sold em packs, quarters and poppins/
police know I'm grimy, I told em that, I'm more than a problem/
I'm more like a monster, a mobster readin Catcher In The Rye/
my accomplice, he's standin by, preach my message from the sky/
how can I not pass you by when you learn your lessons from a lie/
burnt your blessings in the fire of the wretchedness of your pride/
always keep your gameface everytime, even when messin up inside/
nestle up aside my ride, beside still waters and heavy tides/
money made stretchin dimes, Melchizedek's my son so I never tithe/
never mind, I know some lines is over people's heads almost every time/
homey, I'm a lion, almost every dime I make is goin toward my pride/
alpha-male grind, break down the bails til it's count the mail time/
thirteen pounds for sale time, I'm pitchin cuties like they loosies/
solid three fifty since it's dewy, three twenty-five if we gucci/
gotta speak the language if you wanna slang packs where I'm from/
there's a lotta train tracks, and you don't wanna end up on some/
get cha ends up 'fore you end up on some quest for the bread truck/
you can't depend on dead luck, that med must got cha head fucked/
misled when they said give your best then rest when ya quest's up/
with that said, I guess my text's up, now acquiesce cuz I'm next up...

War and Peace
11-06-2011, 09:55 PM
LOVE these last two pieces Picasso!!

every line is dope, but here are a couple off top that I LOST it while reading>

I don't feel no hope for rap, so come kneel to the new pope of rap/
these spoken raps are potpourri for dope emcees and local cats/


nestle up aside my ride, beside still waters and heavy tides/
money made stretchin dimes, Melchizedek's my son so I never tithe/

Prophet Picasso
11-11-2011, 05:11 PM
Jerusalem Thorn

http://pbin.nbii.org/reportapest/pestlist/images/searchimages/paracu2.jpg


I penned poems in past lives when the ancient of man thrived/
my patience is past tense, I pillage pagans as a pastime/
proper payroll got me poppin, like bacon in a pan, fried/
but I feel the world on me like I'm taken in a landslide/
between my girl and my homey, I'm takin my man's side/
trustin a chick over the clique is the reason my mans died/
tryin not to drink again but I keep a reason to backslide/
I got baptized in blood once I was stabbed in my backside/
now I'm pickin scabs in my Lac ride, cream-toned vinyl top/
watch for crabs with my cat eyes, while I make my final stop/
let Lionel drop, runnin with the night til my spine'll pop/
when I die time'll stop on the face of Zion's primal clock/
the Mayans were misinformed, 2012 is when I'ma spit a storm/
which will transform to a swarm of locusts sworn to scorn/
in the eighties I was born, but before Adam I was formed/
before atoms were conformed, and before Azazel was warned/
so blow the ram's horn, adorn the halls of every dorm/
for on the morn of my coming I'll harvest Jerusalem thorn/
and scorch the fields of corn, then it's back to my forte/
teachin you how to conquer like I did the Vikings in Norway/
never speak in haste or poor taste, my psyche is gourmet/
think fast, food for thought, I ain't ate in four days/
been prayin for my homeboy facin fourteen in his court case/
but today we remain tippin packs on this porch, blazed...

War and Peace
11-11-2011, 05:42 PM
^heater. really really loved reading this piece!

Prophet Picasso
12-28-2011, 01:39 AM
In the booth, confession time, Hail Mary Jane, bless the pine/
set these rhymes next in line, Section Nine next election time/
no question, I'm mentioned by precious dimes smoke session times/
this endless shine tends to blind wretched swine, seven signs/
seven seals, separate grinds, sellin pills, several times/
set the deal, severed ties, if you trill then you empathize/
with the plight of the Wandering Jew, don't call me no fool/
calmly remove ya Mauris and take the jewels I'm offering you/
rumors you heard are probably true, not cocky, but awfully rude/
Emmo Bee, that's why my Monte is blue and my laundry is too/
catch me on the avenue or thru shops where coffee is brewed/
softly I soothe your soul with psalms in the calmingest mood/
ain't no exception to the rule, if you steppin you a fool/
a questionable move when you show irreverence to the crew/
this is overdue empathy, sent to my most respected enemies/
selective entities sent to be friends to me, sentimentally/
I got pity for any of those who selectively get next to me/
who were meant to be snakes first and fake friends secondly/
Pimpin Ken pedigree, mouthpiece make yo daughter get buck/
get stuck for hours in the shower, snort powder, get fucked/
no coward, the kids tough, I climb towers with big blunts/
I'm Dwight Howard in big trucks, high power and big bucks/
I might pound her and get drunk, and in five hours I'll get up/
take a nice shower, get lit up, all that 'fore she sit up/
no rest for the weary, no bread for the bitches near me/
so it's clearly said, this thread should be stickied, hear me/
you fairies are nearly dead, merely a Sex in the City series/
we got guns like Sons of Anarchy, you are departed dearly/
your heart is purely glass, phantom in a white, pearly mask/
I'm quite early for the trophy, but I'll prematurely ask/
don't make me show my dirty ass, ya flow is surely trash/
flames on you wordy crabs, burn you slow then stir the ash/
got my fo' securely clasped, don't you ask for no reefer/
this pain shall surely pass while gettin ass at my leisure/
seen both sides of the fence, the grass was never greener/
so I hold tight to my sense, my grasp is getting weaker....

War and Peace
01-02-2012, 11:24 PM
^Ouch!!

High art as always P!

Prophet Picasso
01-20-2012, 01:38 PM
It's awhile since I been wild as the wind/
while David Bowie spin, hold me closely to your skin/
show me to your center, but I'm never fallin in/
enter inside my temple, confess all your sins/
let me forgive you or give you eternal life/
internal strife, babymama or maternal wife/
work the pipe if you wanna earn your stripes/
I set the bar high and I'm the perfect height/
I work it like freemasons, purple weed blazin/
the purp that we blazin is perfectly fragrant/
I'm purposely flagrant whenever I'm tastin you/
you love me, say you do and I'll fly away with you/
lay with you, give you dick for a day or two/
stay with you til I'm sick of your changin moods/
maybe two weeks later you gon text "I miss you"/
first, I address the issue, next I kiss you/
molest and frisk you like you possessed a pistol/
let me split you, I cut the best like Ginsus/
when I cup ya breast, I touch ya chest quite gentle/
be a freak, no parentals, baby, I ain't judgmental...


Wild is the wind, let's get caught up in the tempest/
all up in your temple, lemme crawl up in ya trenches/
temptress in my rental, sentiments are senseless/
you said I speak that ism, the sentences are endless/
I said I peeped your rhythm, it's from a classic tune/
that takes me back, a brainiac inside a padded room/
for maniacs, I'll break your back like a plastic spoon/
you ache for that, take it back or we'll be at it soon/
wake up in the afternoon, and then I'm ancient history/
I'm out here on my grizzly, call me when you miss me/
I'll roll up in a jiffy, speak softly and you kiss me/
if ya attitude is iffy, think calmly 'fore you diss me/
cuz since we been here, we been severely blunted/
I been real and sincere, I kept it three hunnit/
only love the money, I thought that's what we wanted/
all the time that I done spent, I need to be refunded...

War and Peace
01-25-2012, 10:18 PM
genius!!

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS
01-25-2012, 11:26 PM
damnnnnnnnnnnnnnn that is impressive

ChristO
03-04-2012, 08:19 AM
.solid. now the science, dropped: christ ressurection's in progress.

ChristO
03-04-2012, 08:23 AM
...then we get the loot, see...

Prophet Picasso
03-18-2012, 06:16 PM
Imagine every decision hindered by visions/
incisions on my cerebrum, heathen religions/
denyin my appetite, I sacrifice a pigeon/
Allah speaks, I'm only actin like I'm listenin/
my mission: to mine gold, a story I'm told/
"this shar, Nibiru's winters are ice-cold/
use your bold rhymes in time for mind-control/
in time you'll find the road to abide in abodes/
built for Annunaki, descendants of Elohim"/
I woke from my dream next to a rocky stream/
I wrote eight bars under the heat of the daystar/
knowin that Enki was watchin me on his radar...

Lately I been questionin my God, depressed again, my god/
clenchin the pen as my rod, but it's been lessenin my odds/
then again, these sentiments are clearly evident as fraud/
cuz I spread poison for presidents, my residence is Nod/
the tenements I trod where my innocence was robbed/
my convictions are concrete but my sentences are sod/
my sentences aside, most my medicine is flawed/
no more streets of gold in Nibiru, Heaven is a fraud....

Prophet Picasso
03-20-2012, 09:29 AM
King Hoover ain't dead yet, but I'm dead set to don the headdress/
Sixx is my new name, no Kool Aid is pumped from under my left breast/
no pen for my next test, Alaskan cold with a flask in my head rest/
since Pac died, I'm the last jinn to survive inside of men's flesh/
I trendset like a sensai, it's so easy to influence what men say/
so simple to sense the menstrual cycles, up unto the tenth day/
I mark moon cycles wherever my head lay, learnt that from Kenyenta/
my compadre, my ese, a comrade in combat against the death ray/
check the x-ray, translucent thoughts hide my murky intentions/
before Xerxes ascension, built pyramids with our early inventions/
how did Anu fall to such dirty detentions, Merlin he mentioned/
while we were pearlin blunts for ten earth months worth of tension/
I paid attention, but he refunded my heed, took a blunt of my weed/
gave me a seed from his sleeve, said it would symbolize our creed/
yea, though I walk through the alley of the battles for Seth/
my shadow is deft, my mantle I heft til not a chapel in Babel is left...

G.O.D.F.A.T.H.A.
03-20-2012, 09:39 AM
Thanks for this son. I am going to get this copywritten in my name.

Bizkitz
04-04-2012, 04:53 AM
Is this guy white? He seems like a white emcee.

Prophet Picasso
05-03-2012, 01:06 AM
Check the score, baby, I'm Martin Scorcese but even more crazy/
ain't a sweetie can sway me, I'ma roll sweezys til I'm swayze/
easy peasy payments, I hit the pavement and then they pay me/
dope deals determine dollas daily, so the PD gotta hate me/
haters berate me, but still buy these onions for three hunnit/
need money? slam grams for twenty, keep comin and re-uppin/
two hits of the weed, and I guarantee that you gon be blunted/
if you find a single seed, bring it back to me and get refunded/
I got weight like Chris Farley, Jamaican kush called Piff Marley/
I sip barley, a sick Sicarii, sickle in my cell, a sig's on me/
forged from steel, I'm Lauryn Hill, forced to kill a pig softly/
sweat drips harshly from the Serengetti sun on a Sahara safari/
I'm partially Rastafari, not sorry if I scuff a sucka's Mauris/
these muthafuckas aren't me, I hardly squash beef like Barkley/
knock ya teeth on the red carpet then chief beneath the marquee/
please don't believe the malarky, everything that gleam ain't sparkly/
see, regardless how it seem, it was simply a starry night dream/
that you could ever scheme to question my genes as a Elohim king/
I'm steamed, you better never ever send an accusation to my race/
I'm from the ghetto, a devil could never see his reflection in my face/
so run back to the mountain graves and caves from where yo ass came/
before I become enraged and enslave every man with yo last name/
whole fam marked with my brand, til you come eye to eye like a man/
and I slap you right where you stand with the white side of my hand....

ChristO
11-25-2012, 09:43 PM
...solid, solid...east coast, pay attention...and true, about the agenda to the gentrification...
...and that arsenal, yo...gotta' get him...