Sunday, October 29, 2017

Freestyle Halloween | Kenny Nicely Beat





Beat by Kenny Nicely
Photo by Jesus Santos on Unsplash
Photo by freestocks.org on Unsplash

Follow my sentences, Follow my Sentences, Follow my Sentences
Follow my sentences, follow my sentences, follow my sentences

13 seconds

Possessed by Jason and Eminem, words very close, are they synonyms

25 to life, I blame it on the knife, wait wait, I blame it on the wife
babe was hand written, not type quite my type, went both ways not quite a dyke
Paper and hand towels - not quite a wipe. blurry cross-hairs not quite precise

Halloween's hair , with the witches upstairs in their pants broomsticks scared
jealous of the pellets like gerbals goin' round on stair-step stairs

Starin at the moles, while she's riding a pole -
I've been cursed with the mind of Bob Dole.

Running with my sneakers but I got no Sole /Soul
Running with my sneakers but I got no Sole /Soul
Running with my sneakers but I got no Sole /Soul
Running with my sneakers but I got no Sole /Soul

Sunday, October 22, 2017

DeBarros | Out To Dinner





Intro - yeah baby, I know you're always thinking about where we've been, where we at, and where we're going

but tonight we're going out to dinner:

Took you out to Dinner with tha Suit-on/ Ordered
salad with no crouton's/ came from a crumby life - -
shared roommates and a futon, minds of a closed caption
no sounds ya that mutes on -tired and worn - carpet -- like you kept the shoes on

Walked out my life, with those heinous feats, pain was deep ---
on this gainful microphone with these damn painful beats,
Camoflauged your (e)Xmen every damn day of the week, isn't that right Mystique, isn't that right Mystique

Time got colder and shorter every day of the week
Time got colder and shorter like Aspen at Winter's peak
Time got colder and shorter like my shorty buried 6-feet deep
Time got colder and shorter when you saw me half days and called it a week

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Bay By Broadway | GPS to my heart and Tom Tom my way...





Photo by Amos Bar-Zeev on Unsplash

Cali Doll-babe, far from broadway
decided to park that car way (swing) BY
the bay (B) too many people in my way (B)
Driving bumble bee's cousin, no Michael Bay
Cars don't talk --- what can I say, oh oh what's that you say?

why did you get lost in the first place
go the distance go go long long way
gps to my heart - n- tom tom my way

no trees but In the shades lookin' the other way?
in them blonde braids, with them long legs, in a thong song
your thongs sway, all you can say is touche, Im by the ocean sushi

why did you get lost in the first place
go the distance go go long long way
gps to my heart - n- tom tom my way

Met at Mardi Gras lost in the hot sauce
Cornered in the french quarters/ , legs a wrapped around a corner
Made out like the French, quartered in 50 cent's quarters, bankrupt but we still had each other and our quarters

why did you get lost in the first place
go the distance go go long long way
gps to my heart - n- tom tom my way

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Rocket In The Ocean





Rocket in tha ocean, like a Kim Jong-Un Quotient
pause for a period but blow up his colon
Rocket man's two months and already showin
lava river flows that's me just flowin'

Keep up on the sanctions - - - his people keep tankin'
Military rankin, sex slaves he be sankin''
who wants to see his asssss naked
right before he leaves and falls - just rake-it


Orgasm, whore-had-em at Thor's door throwin oars at em
on korean floors throwin dirty chores at em


Rocketman in need of a tan
need to hit the beach and sand
starve his ass - im number one fan,
bury his ass deep in the sand
feed him that fuckin spam
sanctions coming harder than USA's Uncle Sam