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    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...
    Image is everything except the truth.

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    damn!

    epic-

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    bump for this, yo proh u recordin yet or what homie? u NEED to be in the booth man word up, keep blessin

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    Quote Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso View Post
    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...
    whoa, this shit is nasty, damn, from the top to the bottom yo, very nice man!

    THE REAL PCP

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    yeah P-

    how u been g-

    peace

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    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....
    Image is everything except the truth.

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    it's all we love on your raps

    when are you going to record something?
    bring back begongo!!

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    h ha-

    spectacularly fascinating P-

    excellent excellent rhymes-

    peace-

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    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...
    Image is everything except the truth.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso View Post

    ready for Karmageddon, spreadin souls upon the lawns of heaven/
    we invadin the halls erected tall by the spawns of Nephilim/
    What !!!!!

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    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>

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    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...

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    CRAAAAAAAAAZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY shit!

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    wish i could criticize..

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

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