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my bad..i forgot to say what the meanin' is...or the reason for it... I WAS TRYIN' TO PUT MYSELF IN THE POSITION OF A "KOFAR".

SEE SECOND LAST LINE "DISEASED SPEECH"..LOL

 

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Hibo   

who'z rap mistress?

i've heard about you somewhere but don'no

those are some nice poems though...

everyone of you guyz, those are some good words seriously.

 

rap mistress, look in your email

 

byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye

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walaloz

 

RAP MISTRESS, LEAMANTE, JAMAAL-11,AND SECTION6ER.... I AM SORRY TO THE REST BUT YOLL ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST, NO DOUBT.

 

i have never seen such emphasis put into work like that. the emotions, the feelings, their all brought out. I also read all your other pieces leamante and rap mistress, you are well talented ppl with great skillz, ever thought of hooking up to do something together? i mean rap mistress, leamante, jamaal and section6er. WHOOOAA, that would be so explosive walahi, damn yoll. THOSE ARE SOME TIGHT SKILLZ.

 

holler atcha sis.

and may allah create a pure path even thought theres haterz, keep strivin' to get there ( u know where)

 

salan

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STRAWBERRY thanx for the Idea i'll make sure i

ask that to Rap mistress...

Cool.Oright,

 

And now

I got something in my head to be dilevered like shipping and handling.

slipping on my mind patterns, my heart flattens as it takes blow after blow~~

go after go, i try to say how i feel through flow after flow~~

i can only do as i know, i keep rhyming and 'complaining', while all these i'm 'explaining' thinking, running and fleeing~~

i feel so alone, im such a lonely being in a world where i feel like the only one who's seeing~~ my visions are complex, im stuck in a vortex, a storm whipped up through bad words and the resulting pulled Teks~~

my full texts are loaded with vision and guidance, full clips only spell out 'metal kisses' and violence~~

in a world of 'midgets' its hard to 'Remember the nomad descendants' of opression? sayid and hawa tako even Dhagaxtur have earned them priceless respect and cried them~~

now its tiresome to hear so much 'gun talking'... It just amazes 'I' how we live in 'lie'..stop-jocking like you peoples are run-walking~~

is it fun stalking fake-truths and searching for ultimate answers?~~

like who we are and why we're here...what's the meaning of life~~

before you answer that try thinking why you can't help your 'brother' living in strife~~

the human race? why can't you see past the clan divide?~~

through racism countless brothaz and sistaz have died, im here for the ride~~

i have a dream like Martin Luther King, except i want my kids to live in a world in which anyone can survive~~

you wanna wear my shoes but my laces are tied...~~

just put on your sneeks and let me be your interlectual guide..

 

--Join me, express ya thoughts--

Freedomv of speech people---

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whats uppin'.

first and foremost:

Brotha u got mad talent there.

I felt it, the hunger you have for strifin' for your visions.

the last part was coo', " you wanna wear my shoes but my laces are tied".

Tight Joints, dont let them loosen!!!!!

word?

 

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RAP MISTRESS, i made a poem for you, just wanted to surprise you now especially through everything thats happening this summer with you, da jam, brother comin' home, da sh!t and all. i hope it reaches your mind somehow abayo macaan. we alwayz see eachother so who givez.

U obviously know who dis be, so let a brotha back in yo life.

word?

:rolleyes:

====================================================

Title: My ThoughtZ

 

DEEP brown eyes..sexy thighs...

When I'm with you..time seems to fly...

Every night..as you lay on my chest...

I think of whut... we'll be facin next..

We hardly get any rest...

in these troublesome lives...from the first day we met..

people tried to break us up..they almost did..

Things wuz hard cuz we both... different from most kids..

But know this...that to me...

your more beautifull then jennifer lopez....

We need to focus..on all that we have..

I wont wunna see you angry..I wunna see you laugh...

Theres no need to be sad...we have all we need...

No need to feel bad...tomorow will come...

And if you ever feel left in dark..I will give you the sun...

For you I'd live on the run...cuz you as crazy as me...

You make me happy as can be..jus look and maybe you'll see...

Eventualy...that my days are long..cuz you are night and day to

me..

and whut I am tryin to say..your worth runnin for..even miles..

Cuz I do it all ..jus to see ..jus to look at your eyes.

and to see you smile

 

==============================

 

dont make a brotha look stupid now :( ...lol

word

1 LuV

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aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAwwWWWWWWWWWWWww

You deserve a kiss for that walalo (mmmmwwwwwaaaaaa)

that was the sweetest thing ANY somali brother has said on any of these FORUMS.

that was BRAVE,sweet, and just......just.......sweeeeeet, u deserve another kiss (mmmmmwwwwwaaaaaa)

 

hey girl, listen to the brother, he wrote it down now COME OON, NOW WHAT SOMALI BROTHER WOULD TAKE HIS TIME TO WRITE SUCH A SWEET POEM....the non-looserz... icon_razz.gif

 

if u wrote that 2 me......... DAAAAYM, MAY ILLAHI HELP ME CONTROL MY HORMONES......hehehehehe

 

the ~~AFRICAN PRINCESS~~ has spoken

:D

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INITIALLY, I WAN2 SAY WHAT UP 2 ALL MY SOMALI PPZ.

SHANI'Z BACK HOME, YA KNOW.

 

I AINT BEEN MYSELF LATELY, SO I HOPE EVERYBODY ELSE IS DOIN' GOOD, LIKE THEY SHOULD. I EXPECT THE BEST FROM YOLL, NOTHIN' LESS. BEING SOMALI AINT EASY NOWADAYZ NAMEAN? FIRST YOUR BLACK, THEN YOUR A AFRICAN IMMIGRANT, THEN YOUR A MUSLIM (ESPECIALLY WHATS GOIN' DOWN NOWADAYZ). THATS HOW YOUR CATEGORIZED IN THIS LIFE, BUT I LEARNED TO TRUST AND BE WITH MY TRUE BROTHAZ ( AND SOMETIMEZ MY TRUE SISTAZ), THE SOMALI WAY IS THE ONLY WAY.

 

TO THE FORMER BROTHER, THAT WAS VERY SWEET BRO. VERY,VERY,VERY SWEET.

BUT I'M THINKING U TOOK THE HUGGZ AND THINGS THE WRONG WAY.

UR A BROTHER TO ME, A ILL CAT. BUT PLEASE DONT START ANY MIXUPZ.

I GOT YOUR BACK FOR ANY SH!T YOU PULL YOURSELF INTO, FASHO, NO DOUBT.

BUT I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT U'D THINK LIKE THAT.

NUF LUV, OF COURSE.

I'D RIDE AN' DIE FOR YOU, NOT JUST U THOUGH, THE WHOLE CLICK, FA'SHO.

I'M WRITING TOO DAMN LONG NOW, WE'LL SEE EACHOTHER, BUT PLEASE, PLEASE SPEAK TO SANYARE FOR ME, ITS GETTING 2 DAMN FAR.

 

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I WANNA DROP DOWN SOME TERMZ DEDICATED to *LEAMANTE*, AS 1 SOULFUL CAT.

 

I CALL IT : AN THOUGHT TO LEAMANTE

 

thinking about the misdirections in everyday media life on hold

trying to survive all this spiritual strife/

stayin free of infections of physical and super natural nature

behavoir pleading to the savoir to end my life quickly/

feelin sickly and im tired of the losses for the good of man kind,

lets rewind and switch roles the constraints on my mind/

i wanna be rich ,why this ******* in my car, i want my name on a

star, i want my cash to flow far/

the Man up stairs knew not to give me tha riches the camel could

fit thru the needle if it was million inches/

wide i just wish i keep my mom crying from the lack of necessity i

must keep ryding and jacking this sh!t cant get the best of me/

turning the heat up, if i was her i wouldnt gave me seat up, for

nothing in this world is worth more than self worth/

i push forward in the racist of times getting tripped and mugged,

asked question get answered with shoulder shruggs/

i go home crying my spirit almost dead i sit and try to think on my

bed but the storm of insults keep thunderin in my head/

migrains equal my pains for my gains stay maintaining my hard

name for future my fame/

 

my moms wont worry bout nothing no more knocking off banks or

shanking dudes for dollars/

no hollering at my teachers i stop letting daggers slash insults

reach me/

grew up above all this triflin "to krunk for me" everyday on the run

was blind but now i see misery/

 

the fog of racism getting thick making me cough this 2nd hand

sh!t will kill ya just cuz you there in the midst of it/

lil comments showing ignorance they dont even realize the

philosphy they live by screwed and they say the Bible speaks of

this/

"one man one master and thats the way it should be" that was on

the cross wit the MAN no longer apart of his plan/

He said love ya neighbor like as ya self but they skip that part and

just read the Book for what they want and put the rest on the

shelf/

you cant do one commandment without doing the others now i get

shoulder shruggers or just a damn this watever/

 

Screaming at these fools buying a life-time plan this must be hell

this is my torture for my war crimes agianst man/

 

PEACE OUT SOMALI PPZ, KEEP YOUR HEADZ UP, STR8 UP, AND DONT LET THOSE DAMN OBSTACLES TEAR DOWN YOUR STRUCTURE THATS GONNA STAND TALL SOMEDAY.

 

~RaP MiStReSs~

 

hoLLa

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Tough in every way, beauty and power in a toxic mix

Envy none ambitious to a point

Now everything is clear

I can sense it’s getting near

Our reflection situated in a mirrored dimension

Where I can see the graceful Somali

Sultans from a past age

Dreaming of revenge with controlled rage

Heaven help the disciple who has strayed

Testament to the confusion of the time

Worshipers to a currency that’s not mine

 

Guns are the language of the times

Simple words masked as poetic rhymes

Enraged by the despair

Heaven is for the weak

When will we find our voice?

When will we speak?

 

Irresponsible men hypocritical women

Youth with no direction

Forever lost in Europe’s cross roads

London is mistaken for Hargaysa

Minneapolis is no Mogadishu

Dead bodies and crimes committed

The bereaved are offered prayers

The living dirty tissues

 

Murders back home are taken lightly

Suffering abroad is ignored

Now we are in the zero hour

But we will be

What we are

 

Burhan Warsame (Dantay 19/7/2002)

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thats deep my brother, good flow, good vibe,

i'm working on one, soon to come.

You know what they say, beauty takes time to unveil, but more time to create.

 

peace out and keep your head str8.

 

Leamante, homeboy u know i gots luv.

 

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Rap_Misstress, as Alwayz, ;)

Some One gotta keep my thread goin', Best be me

that does it.

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As I struggle in the west as good heart muslim man

In doubt whether i can make it in this kuffur land

Thoughts of evil come in to mind

steady standin defeat the shatan

ready to go for the month of Ramadhan

good deeds expected to be done

Yeah-well, besides being fastin

I still feel time is wastin,

fadin the dreams i'm chasin

at home relations, got me stressed and pacin

at times complacent, tryin to bubble with the words i'm lacin

I stand adjacent, to the man on the edge

unscrupulous thoughts contradict what i live

In the middle of confusion, mind abusin

can't decide whether i'm winnin or losin

if ya like me, then, ya grinnin or loosin

Another fork in the road

must be plea'ing, it's hard being J-Lea'

Awoken to the facts, my peeps on my back' see

tryin to hold it down but i'm stressed to the max-b

quit the BS* but i had a relapse

now i'm trapped, at least i tell myself that

It's funny sometimes

the dreams in my mind try to relieve the hard times

but waitin in line reality is what i find

Through life's road, i'm walkin through mud

through it's air i'm caught in a web

Now where am i supposed to go? I don't know

just go with the flow and hope in time it will show

While eighty-five percent are in grief & bliss

i long for a kiss, questionable thoughts from a certified pessimist

Note , I'ma optimist

Existant far beyond the encomiast

 

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MY somali PPz,

 

:( …..anger ...stress….sadness...loneliness.... it's ALL in us but how we vision it is enlightment for cure within our own perfection is true happiness

 

deep within these dark gloomy pit's of acidic pain

where the food churn's for existance in the passing vein

we only see the backwash of sickening thought's

that make us as people wonder about thng's never brought

the passing of root's makes the sun grow weak

the passing of root's makes the moon grow unique

how we as "invincible" flesh can never be touched

how we as "all knowledge"perceive to nothing much

 

judgment to the higer class makes me a better man

say's the ego of a wise fool who doesnt help the hand

 

think, just think on the daily life of works in time

we work..work..work.. and come to dust in whines

in the bowel's of emotion me bein a woman i...cry

is it wrong to opposite my bold voice and deny ?

yea YOU smile and move muscle of joy

but YOU the same person who jokes it's jus a decoy

 

judgment to the lower class makes me a selfish woman

say's the sad grouch of a materialistic rubber band

for you pull far but you came back to me young devotion

back to me..back in the bowl's of emotion

 

poetry benelovent make me uprise

for i elevated in the bowel's jus to ^ (high)

 

*dedicated 2 Leamante

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Yess, Is my thread, and yess, it is coming back to

life as long as i live.I thrive to succeed, i

drive to proceed what is now to be seen..

My love for words never died,therefore i love

my words. ;)

 

 

the somalian race is racing but not looking to the destination

think less the brain suffers from oxygen deprivation

you infiltrated the desecration of my documentation

so i changed the location as i underwent a revelation

the implication led to none other than hesitation

heart amputation from the comp' with emaculation

emulation of the master, draw faster without intoxication

using correct scientific notation and geometric postulations

kids left in east africa run my rhymes through land mines with irrigation

the evaluation of your rhymes resulted in pure irritation

while i focus on conservation, you stick to consecration

placed in heavy rotation, mind at an elevation

every time i utilize representation in my recitation

rhymes are regulation, end them with a dedication

to weak hedz using replication, prescribe a meddacation

of reincarnation or allocation

maybe just try contemplation not manipulation

mind feeling deterioration decreasing population

careers available are janitation and sanitation

because we lack the information provided through education

played on radio stations across the nation by cocasianz

frustration while on vacation from depletion of the rations

layed down foundation relaxed through meditation

forced to battle me yet your result was humiliation

as i forced your whole persona to be defeated in illumination

sticking to the ill-spacing, you concentrated on consumation

of my material, which you attempted at duplication

the penalty? incarceration, or maybe detonation

screw emancipation, your whole civilization

the weed destroyed motivation and may have caused immigration

weak rhymes next to mine was the cause of contamination

now you sitting at home in exasperation and desperation

waiting for the next preparation for the celebration....

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