Picasso's Masterpieces

[Prophet Picasso]

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/
it’s 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 can’t 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/
here’s a jewel: first rule of engagement, don’t 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 I’m back from my hiatus/
I was busy gettin wages, havin foot races wit racists in police chases/
I reached my oasis ‘fore 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 I’m at home in the majors/
magnum opus like Poe's Raven, I am Picasso in his latest stages/
cuz I’ll leave you in braces like teenage faces, but it’s permanent/
cuz, I came from the firmament wit the worst intent on murkin it/
I circumvent suckas in murderous tournaments, so stay subservient/
don’t get chin checked or wrapped around the neck wit a tourniquet/
I fashion the planets like Copernicus, you can’t match my swagger/
dungeons and dragons, catch my drift or you gon’ catch my dagger/
don’t stagger out cha cave til you slaves hear the commander call/
spittin space age rage, I’m like Alexander to y’all neanderthals/
goddamn, I’m raw...

[Prophet Picasso]

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]

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]

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]

Originally Posted by Prophet Picasso

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]

...jersey is in the building...ahight, solid...

[Prophet Picasso]

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]

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!!

fuck man, this guy, idk, why ain't he recording!!? Lyrically he's better than half the rappers out there.

[Prophet Picasso]

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]

^lol.. dope!

[Prophet Picasso]

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]

just checked a few of these - super nice work homie

[THE MASON]

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]

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...