instead of T.V...perhaps?

[nephil]

yo Neph, ya kind of got me scared, but I know that you know drug driving's impared, good to know you've been well faired
how's life? cause I really do care
now observe, while I light up like hair

ensnared, was my drug addiction to pot
other drugs, uhh, ya I think not
like not so much
I'm over it
its over
four leaf clover
send Ashcroft on over
red rover, with 20 chrome inches, filled up with snitches that crash into ditches for jailing coke bitches
got magic like witches from Salem Lot pictures
more heat than the pitches from Randy John's digets
did ya miss this,
our lick syrical riches?
so post on back when your finger click itches

hey jtg whats up my brother at another time i think we knew each other...hey im doing well my hell is now over
its over its all over i took cover and now shits better...
my minds clear here but damn i got nothing coming
no words seem to be flowing so my boring ass is going

to bed:D

 

[.dR spgeddi]

cant believe i only just found this thread!

M-tek B M, low profile and alloy rims. Tinted windows- soft leather like pillows. Personalised plates- all letters no numbers, a message to my mates... says "Doktah."
Low-fi minimal, prologic psy-subliminal- fired up, and the ladies are lined up, to take a ride up, to the club… Leaning over the console to be closer by my side-uh. And the undercar lights up, as we glide up, we park on the sidewalk, V I P provid-ed.
Front of the queue, members only, no "wrong shoes." Straight inside and the party is pumpin, beats are bangin and the bass is thumpin, Bikini girl, gettn the juice jumpin, did ya daddy know what you’re going to the club in? Been just five minutes and I’m thinking ‘bout bumpin, lockin a stall and gettin on with sumthin.

Quakin, shakin, like pigs makin bacon, the dance floor’s half Jamaican and the other half rum. There’s party pill poppin, and plenty Pepsi goin on. I know the man, I set it up, get me “the tic” from the quality hook up. Drop my box at the booth; cruisn checkin out the youth, see a babe at the bar that lights my fuse. Walk straight up to her and inte-roduce, then quick to deduce just what to do, head for the floor- I get down she gets loose, with a shimmy from the shoulders and rattlin that caboose.
An’ then I score, as I always do. Straight out I ask her if she’s gunna put out too.
She says “I’m for… That’s 2 times 2, got any friends wanna come doin the do?”
I say sure… how about Eddi he’s a dood, an’ she points at 4 girlfriends and says, “Can they come too?”

2 o’clork; peak hour on the floor, time I step up an’ give ‘em what for…
Coz its just my concept, an’ I mean no disrespect, if you don’t rock the house- get off the decks, coz you got no time left b4 I show my best, and commence my quest, to get the booty-tech effect.
let the records spin and plug the mic in, drop my sexy rhymes in the bottom of the bass bin. I make the ladies grin, the guys think I’m hard, while Eddi’s charging cocktails maxin out the credit on the drink card.
Pub poser. A quality closer- knows just what to say to get a leg over. Tradin the medallion- if she’ll ride him like a stallion, lookin for a Snow White who’s lookin for a Prince Valliant.
Dub donor. Exotic vinyl givn the whole place a boner, the joint smells of amyl and I need a de-odorant, coz e’s kickin in- but I can do this in my sleep I think...


M-tek B M, coils compressed to the maximum, got a whole load of them, and we’re cruisin for my apart-a-ment, to get it started then- racking up the lines, getting naked in the spa an’ then… more, watchin this hot chick doin Eddi on the floor. And they aint no whores… no money changing hands, just me and my main man makin all the demands… and many hands- makes light work, when you’re king of the bizness- these are the perks.

 

[.dR spgeddi]

i just thought i'd use that piece to introduce this
but watch ya mouth now or swallow my verbal douche bitch
expect long lines fired from the hip which
challenge the boring 4/4 that so many battlers rap with
coz i gunna zap this
and youre gunna clap t'this
its all just practice
and guys talkin about how they mack this
get of the cactus
coz when i come and hack this
rhyming stage with my verbal axe it
collapses, crumbles like violet,
under the weight of the many dialects in which i'll
deliver deletter desooner and debetter
now who makes the ladies wetter?
the dR's . the new . trend setter.

 

[nephil]

i bumped it cause its no junk shit gotta keep it peepin out like a clit
waiting for the one with the right touch who can pump it up and up and blow it to the top...you cant lick it or touch it but you can definitely fuck it...mother truck it im not init at the moment...my mind is roamin and im not yet moanin so im goin to add a little sensitivity to a spot so delicately aroused yeah my mouth only speaks from my mind but at the time i got no stimulation or for that matter penetration time to see what can be done bout that situation so yes ill be back maybe this time ready to attack

 

[.dR spgeddi]

hi.




So you’re thinking I prolly don’t know what I’m doing!
Your right…
Some of you writers flow while I feel I’m spewing.
Sp. Sp. Sp. Spittering, spattering,
dissin this and that and then,
linguistic littering, getting bitter and swearing,
to make up for a lack of mental ability,
cant get this brain to flex its verbal agility.
Ahh the futility.

But let me digress
get a little serious.
What is this?
Christmas,
like an isthmus,
a hopeful peninsula?
Does it make a difference
my ambivalence is insula,
or is this
just presents and well wishes
to the heavily laden wish lists
of spoilt little shits?

 

[nephil]

spoilt hell yes and comercially hungry im the one feeling grungy cause my money is made strictly for the bills see...whats it all for anyways so that they can put a label on my head and call me any name?

bah humbug or hamburger by the way that is murder...but thats another day and my brain is falling under

the spell of hypnosis, halitosis should be your focus...deal with that cause your spewing out crap and i can smell it from the back my shit is wack

night

:D

 

[psychoblast]

You make me laugh, some of you, with your rhymes,
About whose the baddest, the best,
Who gets the chicks the wettest,
Who's got the latest linguistic flavor,
For ladies to savor,
Who' got the baddest behavior,
Behaving like dopes, tying knots in your rope,
You try to tie a lasso, but it comes out a noose,
Your lust and your greed is no excuse.
You bang out rhymes, duel with your slang,
Like words make the gang,
Your soul is sold, you may as well hang.
I see the style in your beat,
Words from the street.
But fuck your conceit.
Telling me, he, she you're number one.
Why not just tattoo your dick size on your tongue?
Sound like fun when you're young,
But nothing will ever be clever forever,
But anything is better than never
So go ahead, and when your old be a joke,
with a coked out nose and a stable of ho's,
One more toke,
Cause deaths so cold,
So what if its bullshit, it's just gotta be bold.
Bold gets girls slick and ready to stick.
It's all about the pussy, anyways.
Say what you gotta say,
If saying it will get you laid.
Or if saying it will get you paid.
Because pussy is for sale,
Down on the corner,
Out in the street.
Pussy is for sale.
For a buck or a beat.

 

[nephil]

i got no beef man and this pussy aint for sale
your shits stale like the ass of some penetrated male
its all the same your name has nothing on this plane
i got nothing either but fuck it its all a game
see im rather unsteady and my mind infrequently gets ready
to get on point in this joint not knowing what next to exploit

so as you see ive exhausted the thought kid and its time to hit the bed