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    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

    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...

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    stupid dope.
    beautiful work picasso-


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    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...

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    ^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-

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    lovin' it..


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    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...

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    Record that shit man, u repping New Jewz u on fire!

    My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
    Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
    Hell razah

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    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...

    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...

    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...

    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/

    ...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...

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    nice fam gotta hear ya on record son ya lyrics are fire

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    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...

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    ^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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    you serious, how dope is this guy?? damn

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    Damn that's dope... Can't wait to hear it recorded!

    Quote Originally Posted by CharlesJones
    I didn't like it because of the beats.

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    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...

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