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PLAYERS DO YA THANG
PLAYETTES DO YA THANG
THE PIMPS do ya thang
the noticeable boundary and region of respect surpasses that of the average label step into some deep*sh
i know a trick when i see one, i know a players and playettes. but ya'll have yet to see there prime.. the elite in the game can i getta a'holla
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PLAYERS DO YA THANG
PLAYETTES DO YA THANG
THE PIMPS do ya thang
the noticeable boundary and region of respect surpasses that of the average label step into some deep*sh
i know a trick when i see one, i know a players and playettes. but ya'll have yet to see there prime.. the elite in the game can i getta a'holla
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PLAYERS DO YA THANG
PLAYETTES DO YA THANG
THE PIMPS do ya thang
the noticeable boundary and region of respect surpasses that of the average label step into some deep*sh
i know a trick when i see one, i know a players and playettes. but ya'll have yet to see there prime.. the elite in the game can i getta a'holla
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PLAYERS DO YA THANG
PLAYETTES DO YA THANG
THE PIMPS do ya thang
the noticeable boundary and region of respect surpasses that of the average label step into some deep*sh
i know a trick when i see one, i know a players and playettes. but ya'll have yet to see there prime.. the elite in the game can i getta a'holla
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NAS
AZ
AND PROLLY MY MAN MOS DEF
NOT TO FORGET
TALIB KWALI
HOLLA AT CHO BOI FOR A MINUTE WONT'CHAH
KEEP YA HEAD RINGIN WIT A LIL BIT OF
SHF-REPPIN MPLS
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NAS
AZ
AND PROLLY MY MAN MOS DEF
NOT TO FORGET
TALIB KWALI
HOLLA AT CHO BOI FOR A MINUTE WONT'CHAH
KEEP YA HEAD RINGIN WIT A LIL BIT OF
SHF-REPPIN MPLS
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NAS
AZ
AND PROLLY MY MAN MOS DEF
NOT TO FORGET
TALIB KWALI
HOLLA AT CHO BOI FOR A MINUTE WONT'CHAH
KEEP YA HEAD RINGIN WIT A LIL BIT OF
SHF-REPPIN MPLS
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LOL
A COOL GUY
HAAAA
THERE GOES MY FIRST POST IN THE TEENS SECTION IN MONTHS.. ONE FOR EVERYONE..
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LOL
A COOL GUY
HAAAA
THERE GOES MY FIRST POST IN THE TEENS SECTION IN MONTHS.. ONE FOR EVERYONE..
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this poem has been previously posted on HOMEGROWN BREED TOPIC in the poetry section
double personality the struggle btwn good'n'evil
this is called the"THE BAD'THE GOOD AND THE UGLY"
enter my demention this reflection
of wonder years
music blares on my stereo i rack up on the illest gear*hear me for i seek*
the b*tches
the ho*s
the fame
it's game
ladder to the top
sick n grimey
flow like i'm bleek
talk sweet to the honey's
have a run down they panties
sayin*
je'ma appelle seek*
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but wait i'm the good guy, i'm not bad
i DON'T reak perversion i'm not media a giant on the leap
heap and ho' get up and go,i'm flimsy and sometimes emotional
hide my woes, worry bout the waves on my head and not think about the life, souln'hardship that brought me here., this outside country this place i know call a temporary home, jive with popular culture, never worrying about the war about to rupture ...inside me .. the struggle between the good and the bad.
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forget this duke ya'll just been fluked.
he just another p&*ssiWHIpped LAD.
think he better cuzz he an under'GRAD.
PLAYA pleaze ya'll want what i have.
the cream of the crop, don't look for good,just waitin to bust my next nut,ladies call me rude
i don't play u, i skim thru bytches they all
see the glitter on the rims the riches in the seams of my pockets. i'm the high dolla figure that nicca wit the triple six digits
don't care for the culture that*sh just old.
aint prayed in over six years
been to prison twice so don't ask why i'm bold
summerize it up i'm bout the money power respect
so phUKC THE bYtches next *** run up bound to cop her some stitches. i got mine cold so get'churs don't be no jealous player haters.
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whoa thats some nice poets lets put some substance in this a lil
double personality the struggle btwn good'n'evil
this is called the"THE BAD'THE GOOD AND THE UGLY"
enter my demention this reflection
of wonder years
music blares on my stereo i rack up on the illest gear*hear me for i seek*
the b*tches
the ho*s
the fame
it's game
ladder to the top
sick n grimey
flow like i'm bleek
talk sweet to the honey's
have a run down they panties
sayin*
je'ma appelle seek*
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but wait i'm the good guy, i'm not bad
i DON'T reak perversion i'm not media a giant on the leap
heap and ho' get up and go,i'm flimsy and sometimes emotional
hide my woes, worry bout the waves on my head and not think about the life, souln'hardship that brought me here., this outside country this place i now call a temporary home, jive with popular culture, never worrying about the war about to rupture ...inside me .. the struggle between the good and the bad.
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forget this duke ya'll just been fluked.
he just another p&*ssiWHIpped LAD.
think he better cuzz he an under'GRAD.
PLAYA pleaze ya'll want what i have.
the cream of the crop, don't look for good,just waitin to bust my next nut,ladies call me rude
i don't play u, i skim thru bytches they all
see the glitter on the rims the riches in the seams of my pockets. i'm the high dolla figure that nicca wit the triple six digits
don't care for the culture that*sh just old.
aint prayed in over six years
been to prison twice so don't ask why i'm bold
summerize it up i'm bout the money power respect
so phUKC THE bYtches next *** run up bound to cop her some stitches. i got mine cold so get'churs don't be no jealous player haters.
thanks for reading
this has been A presentation OF TEN_J
and i'm
HOMEGROWN BREED YAH'lll
wun luv
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whoa thats some nice poets lets put some substance in this a lil
double personality the struggle btwn good'n'evil
this is called the"THE BAD'THE GOOD AND THE UGLY"
enter my demention this reflection
of wonder years
music blares on my stereo i rack up on the illest gear*hear me for i seek*
the b*tches
the ho*s
the fame
it's game
ladder to the top
sick n grimey
flow like i'm bleek
talk sweet to the honey's
have a run down they panties
sayin*
je'ma appelle seek*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`````
but wait i'm the good guy, i'm not bad
i DON'T reak perversion i'm not media a giant on the leap
heap and ho' get up and go,i'm flimsy and sometimes emotional
hide my woes, worry bout the waves on my head and not think about the life, souln'hardship that brought me here., this outside country this place i now call a temporary home, jive with popular culture, never worrying about the war about to rupture ...inside me .. the struggle between the good and the bad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
forget this duke ya'll just been fluked.
he just another p&*ssiWHIpped LAD.
think he better cuzz he an under'GRAD.
PLAYA pleaze ya'll want what i have.
the cream of the crop, don't look for good,just waitin to bust my next nut,ladies call me rude
i don't play u, i skim thru bytches they all
see the glitter on the rims the riches in the seams of my pockets. i'm the high dolla figure that nicca wit the triple six digits
don't care for the culture that*sh just old.
aint prayed in over six years
been to prison twice so don't ask why i'm bold
summerize it up i'm bout the money power respect
so phUKC THE bYtches next *** run up bound to cop her some stitches. i got mine cold so get'churs don't be no jealous player haters.
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sins i bliss on
sudden hiss of a snake on my tail
too late to bail now, smoke the joint till u drop
drops of tears, drops of blood. drop a lil here
drop a lil there
faint whispers in my head hinting my true destiny
this slight fact helps me relenquish evil and its bevil' and rangeROVAH
i'm easily forgetfull of yesterdays pasts sit and dwell while my present lasts.
talk about the ills that perished our fast childhood back in somalia and describe it in past'tence while the same ills and issues desease our community to this day. oh lord ya'allah. man whats it all sum to, it all seems like childs play.
i sink in deep thought ignorance and what it'brought. the simple fragrance of the heavens the one i've sought-after for-so long ..so hard to reach why am i stuck in this contsant rotundum of abscurity, sorted out in floors and 4 decks spanning out for miles.
waiting for the awakening this is TEN_J
and i'm HOmEgrOwN)BREED yaH"lll
WUN Luv
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LOGG;;;sunday morning 3;OO am
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about 4hrs ago on SAT.night.
took my little sister she watched jOhnny english
i watched BAD boys ll good MOVIE i' just came back home and finnished a peice in the topic HOMEGROWN BREED IN the PoEtRY SECTION CHECK IT OUT..on the third page..
anyways i'm bout to go to sleep maybe read my source magazine flip throught internet sites ..or something of that sort
this has been the official dailly diary of TENACIOUS_J holla back at me WUNN
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Sorrow and woe to he that man who forgot his deeds his leads misconstrued, his life one big mistake a lost soul grafting through endless misery, keeps it hidden but can never say good riddens to his blasphemy.
Hold up mind check.
Wreck less hereafter can't hide my soul for it's already been sold
traded it to the devil for my wishes to come true my Mercedes hummers and Bentley’s traded memories to half truths and promised riches which evidently all left me in awe, raw is my anger inside going 95 in a one-Way street I came to a sudden halt and watched the traffic run by .I find myself in deep concentration a jolt of focus-ness I weep inside. Hide my feelings because of embarrassment, forgot my mothers endearment, and remembered life in refugee camps. Searching for exits in this wrong lane any ramps to steer me to safety. But can’t find none im all alone cannot find anybody to phone. My fate is closer to me than home now. Cannot go back I’ must continue in this alternate universe and learn to cope. My hopes are up and I’m calmer now more focused now
I’m calmer now my eyes see through lies and I’m focused now.
Thank you this is: H.O.M.E.G.R.O.W.N~*~B.R.E.E.D yah'LLL
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sad on this day of infamy
just a regular day nothin out of ordinary
but i still blink tears for the home that we lost
the home we once had, traded it for western lust our culture lost.
Were the product of western civilization just another whore. a hoee dat bi*ch that made me forget what i once had oh my god traded my morals, my culture for dat nut i busted. for the life i lusted just to get a piece of this f*ed up american pie . lie lies lies and deciet. lies lies lies and deciet. just next time don't wonder why i carry this heat.
read through the perversion here lies wisdom we may take forgranted. read the scriptures become educated. were lost ill-fated and blotted out of history books were a nomad community out on a single limb. walking around with our heads to the sky like there was nothing wrong,no civilwar no heart-torn mothers,like we been here ten decades past. my heart burns with past hashes
i'm laying down my own line my pipe of peace in this eternal world headed toward disease
when will this suffice when will ignorance cease
heap and reap over life once had a journey forgotten my words are tathered on the wooden rotten leather of our past. can we finnaly have a freedom of mind atlast ..............
i'm H.O.M.E.G.R.O.W.N~*~B.R.E.E.D yah'LLL
thank you
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let me add my own few words of wisdom
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don't mean to be a party pooper or nothing but hasn't this picnic been canceled..
no wait it may not be...
doubts doubts and more doubts when will these doubts suffice...
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maya angelous is too pridefull for me
every poem has it's audiance, the last one kept me closer not by gender ties but by religious ties, and deeper meaning...allah said everything has a reason..and batuulo's was more pleasing to the mind soul and heart...3 things maybe 2 but three all in one....keep it tight
i liked the last poem very deeply batuulo if that poem of yours is trully original i gotta give you props that was nice.....i agree with that poem more because it'speaks the truth ....one luv
they say the truth shall set you freee battuulo thank you...wun..luv.....
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captivating soul that was nice
so thank you to the annonymous person who wrote that.. it was nice
let me write an original piece real quick.
this is from me and to my somalian queens,
our hearts and love my dreams and emotional support, my perfected genuine somalian queens. so stylish and modest even at the peak of their light. it's just right to give back our thanks to you. for your beautiful color and hue. that makes me feel high and mighty as if i could touch the sky. don't think this is just another lie it's 2 in the am and i'm truthful at my most nocturnal of times. . thanks for i know i wouldn't be here without a somalian queen, my total spine, that keeps me in line. at times has to give me a jolt or kick me on my behind just to prove a point. my aches and pains my path to true love and guide to my dreamed kingdom. love and pure, your not just another lure but the queens that keep the true throne these days. we men act selfish at times even cruel and degrading. but don't get weak minded and stray away. for i hurt when i see you with another brother. simply adorable honorable the queens i grew fond of. what more can i say for if i said more i would be braggging.
wun luv
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The steady boat crashing against the rocks
PYROmaniac pixie ...thanx for that it's was nice.
i like your poetry it seems like u spit truth like bullets from a semi-automatic in your poetry constantly keeping that deep.
the wise man
in a sense life can be a fence always on the rise inch by inch. people look hard and yearn for what ever lays beyond it and sometimes confuse guilty pleasure for their ultimate serving. when i think of this i look hard to see through the facade' this cloud that seems to have had everyone i have seen engulfed in some world. a material world.
9-5 shifts, work and play you forget why u even strain so hard. but you remind yourself and put that open mind on check. but before u make another excuse wait a sec. i'm talking here wanting to let you know of something clear and clean, sublime to stain and hard like a steel brass or iron. i can aptly name it "the fake bliss of ignorance" rooting from the saying.
put a glass in front of you
a glass that keeps you away from your life for the length of this piece. you yell and scream but the other side can't hear you so you sit and think as the world fast pases it'self by. realizing little things you might of overlooked. it pulls you away from your routine and let's you see it from an aerial view. your mistakes and hesitant decisions. and if i'm right you'll probably only see your wrongs.
on another topic, i'm truly open minded and recognize the sweetness of real without having to peel the skin of the banana. i always try and look to see if this train might derail so i can bail on time and live to go for a sail one day. take as many people to read and feel the quran with me. allah gave us a mind to use. with this humble gift let's all rejoice and REALIZE bigger dreams and things. we as a people have no more room for mistakes and risk-takes. before we can be euntreprenuers let's all be muslims and build from there.. let's lay down our own personal foundation so we can better serve allah ourselves our family our needs and the greater population in that particular order. no more un-expected funerals and unexcusable regrets, let's live the life we want our way.. the humble way the modest way. the correct way . let's lay the pipes and see the light's for once all i ever ask for from my people is that they see a vision together. one vision and achieve that vision...blood pours from open wounds when i see this.. what will happen ten years from now. should we work together now or should we give up. we need A reason for hope> and that will certaintly not come from the generations before us....... they had ten years to come up with a solution. theres no excuse for this humility i feel for my people.. where's our hope.?
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if a peasant offers advice never surrender it
take the lesson learned:
if your rights are envoked and you understand it's perspective and circumstances don't cause friction and sink in confliction just take it's lesson learned and think panoramicly through the gift of perspective
set forth in this world are wisdom and it's leisure knowledge and it's convictions, broad minded people are well traveled, meanings don't have any substance, metaphors are linked through our own inevitablity while experiance can be your vulnerablity, think of it all as a test, a test of vigor, courage and reason.
in a time where we hardly look to the stars and dream as if we were kids and let go of all mainstream and it's concious, a bit of a freak but unique. listen close with an open mind and for once take a swim with me walk on the clouds and act proud don't listen to what people say and act rowdy let's your thoughts be your lead and heart your guide finnaly let the light shine through and wake up to a more concentrated day.
find new things to brighten up your ways, and if your having problems/issues make it seem like you already left them behind. just sit and grind plain and simple no seing through lines or any attached strings, just float and let's see what it brings, in this state don't answer the phone when it rings because it's calls for you and sings like the sirens from a myth(adventures of ullyses). it's a window of somekind that' lets you see yourself through a television screen and makes u laugh a bit. it comes and it's goes through highs' and lows and the seeds it's sows row hard to ascend through the common bullSh*t it has no limits and no flow just a plain old deep thought.
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