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Join Date: Jul 2000
Location: The Commonwealth
Posts: 24,066
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Top 5 Stanas
By Dic Gets Gully
5. Doyen
Dear Megan,
i'll always be the man you met, you never have to worry
time is on our side, relax!, you never have to hurry
though everything is blurry, the mystique creates a fixture
a curious future develops, delaying faded pictures
i hear your voice...
an angels whisper, it's so soothing and smooth
it's elegance is evident, see it seduces the mood
i want you in my room...in awe from your beautiful view
your face it glitters, the baby-sitter of a luminous moon
i'll be true to you boo...i promise...i value your trust
through thick and thin, our innocence, even powerful lusts
i say this now cause i must, your the sun to my day
my umbrella when rain's sending some trouble my way
i never wanted to wait, and yea, im gonna debate
but for now im positive that i love ya "today"
but enough with the games...i wanna commit to you
this is true, no more interregations or interviews
but....
i still keep missing you...hugging and kissing you
i cant even sit with you or just chill in my living room
instead im ridiculed, your underage and still in school
i have to wait, but that's OK, and worth every minute too
i'll never misconstrue...god is giving me a choice
and if im patient, i'll be making this decision full of joy
no commitment is a toy, and the difference with a boy
and a man, is men appreciate what's giving and rejoiced
4. Pestilence
The hands of a Grandfather Clock ticks in reverse…
Father Time lounges watching the sickly get cured…
Watching the Heavens Gate cult hail and flail at comets…
Father picks the Jack back up and inhales His vomit…
We’ll take this back ten years, hand’s chaffed from a gun…
Spinning backwards until contemplation begun…
Happy face in the case of He and Nature raising a Son…
And in such a case the race of the World begun
*Mother Nature’s a bad girl, drunken the Dad swirls…
****ing up the recipe in cooking a Mad World…*
As the boy boarded Cecil B. Moore morbid…
Finding a warm pole on the train and coiled it…
South St. Starbucks left his plan thwarted…
All he wanted to do was to shit on a warm toilet…
Walking across the corner to Jim’s Steaks
He saw a worker friend Jake that Snaked
Him a cheesesteak covered in cheddar cheese…
2 bags of Bickels and a can of Genessee…
It seemed like a peddler’s dream, where’s Ja Rule,
To solve problems, ultimately he was not full…
No past, no future, and no mistaking the present…
2005 Father Time stopped counting laying half deadened…
Watching His son stumbling along the turn table…
Hearing Fat Tuesday Crowds humming “Earth Angel”
But the Earth Angel has fallen into a Mutant Us…
The first Child born from Nature’s bloody Uterus…
God loved her but she cheated with Father Time…
All the time- forming an awesome rhyme…
Made by the poor souls that stare up-
looking for their real Dad…
Yet God has to take care of…
You don’t think God Cries or gets mad…
But do stepchildren ever listen to their stepdad…
3. Vizz Blade 2.0
...THAT MORNING...
the sun was unforgiving of the fully clothed men
you could almost scald your head against the metal helmet
the smell of death is compelling and its only getting thicker
almost 100 degrees...this is vietnam's winter?
the soldiers were broken and splintered
none of them pros, just beginners
at night it got colder than ever, the decomposed boat was thier tinder
stranded here, and it figures...the plan was totally senseless
the rumors started milling on who had made the decision
...to bring them here to begin with in ninety sixty seven...
to just throw on thier camfolauge, n leave thier wife n children
thier lives are filled with grief cuz a commander in chief
hates that communism made its way to our streets
now its them and the trees
and the sickening stench in the breeze of thier death and defeat
the captain gave the order but nobody could retreat
as the boats sailed away and they were ambushed on the beach
the ones able to flee hid inside an orphanage
but charlie was sadistic and didnt care if orphans lived
so they said fuck the kids and just fucking mortared it
2. RIKOSHAY
Absorbing the hurt, I head back to the lab to begin recording the third.
Transporting the words of my story to verse. On euphoria’s verge…
…my body is riddled with bullets in a notorious burst.
At the hospital the next day, Lord it gets worse.
my presumed dead papa pops up, saying he’s there to support me, at first,
but shortly it turns to asking for a loan he says he will, of course, reimburse.
I had to bounce, despite my ailing condition. I had a prevailing sus.picion
the attempt on my life was a betrayal of a best friend and my assailant was within
shooting range and not about to fail in his mission to curtail my ambitionz.
At court the next day, in a wheelchair, I couldn’t rise when the bailiff insisted.
“Only God Can Judge Me” but Man sentenced me to 4 years jailed in a prison.
I won’t detail, with precision, the abuse of a “Young Black Male” in the system.
I just prayed that Mary Hail me with wisdom to make my bail acquisition.
It’s hard when the law finds a man guilty, regardless if all signs
point to innocent, yet, through the darkness, the dawn’s shines.
A man came to me and said “If you put your heart in some raw rhymes
making records for me, I’ll make you the best selling rap artist of all time.
Post your bail today and get my lawyers to have you pardoned of all crimes.
I’ll also provide you personal security because I’m deep with the gangs.
The type of thugs with no friends, only enemies they keep within range.
Just do as I command and these are the benefits you’ll reap in exchange.
I made a bargain with the devil and told myself ‘People can change.’
The results were immediate, I took a flying leap into fame.
Receiving heaps of acclaim as the best to keep the sheep entertained.
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...The Elite, who else...
You run around talkin bout how every dime sucked you, when they don't even speak to you - nevermind fuck you
KY's Finest
...DM Forever...
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