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Xmas Cheer

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“XMAS CHEER”

#10 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest

Holiday Cheer jingle bells in every ear this time of year

tinsel's thrown to and fro and red ribbon wreath upon our doors
Jolly Santa's on his way ho ho holloring from his sleigh,

nice and naughty kids alike,  wish for gifts and tried to write him

leave him treats overnight, hoping for morning surprise,

wrapped bowed and bagged tagged from the north pole  
family's in love is shown underneath the mistletoe

 thicker than the blanket of snow Christmas season spirit draw

 keeps us close shiny trees with gifts to give and to recieve

celebrate our savoir Christ's blessed be the holy king choirs sing

five golden rings children dream of Santa's reindeer fleet

red and green keeps us believing the true meaning of our feasting

is for Jesus may he keep lingering in our 

Thanksgiving Rhyme

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“THANKSGIVING RHYME”
#9 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest
after two long months, the pilgrims had enough.
They sailed their way to the usa in hopes of better stuff.
Survival sure was tough . They called it Plymouth rock, t
he natives called it home, the two worlds met and alliances were grown
the fields were sown and soon together gratitude was rightly known.
They feasted in November giving thanks for what was shown.
It was kindness it was grace how they welcomed the white race.
In A foreign land the puritans were starving for a taste.
By the grace of god the harvest was enough to give him praise,
they made themselves at home and surely flourished in the place
they learned the ways and soon enough the natives got out of the way.
Now we save a day for giving thanks for what was taken it was Abe
 who said each state would recognize the holiday, now we imitate that day
 with what we place upon the ta-ble like the turkey that they slay
and the pumpkin pie they made, yams and beets and other treats
this feast is dedicated to the slack the masses taste cause ladies always do the slayin'
 


Rifle Excitement

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“RIFLE EXCITEMENT”

#8 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest

The day I found the gun I held it in my hand

gripped so tight till my fingers lost their tan  

held it kept it close carried it upon my shoulders, nestled in between my breasts, I was a fan like a teen with a beiber poster

never wanna let it go even when I showed the bros

Next to me when i ate, buckled up on the interstate
when at night I lay to sleep still my heat be within reach
heavy weigh the instantaneous spray as a
 Hurst after bullets taken your breath we be shooting the shit but got my guard my metal arm and fist, plus its barrel so clean like tweet tweet marathoner take the streets, triggers say skeet skeet lead shower do excrete  ,

my side kick prosthetic limb my piece protects and also 

 so my arms forever free and at peace ... and at piece, yeah it was the piece

My rifle super righteous mightier than Titans Triton longer than a city pipe this piece so heavy it's

 


Peanuts Warm Up

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PEANUTS (warm-ups)

When Charlie Brown’s crowd heard about my fine crown, It was like Oh brother? Good friend, where art thou? And soon followed the sound of my funk like wha what For when the Peanuts came to be snoop was just a song/dog to me, good grief a sweat splash, n a lie and zigzag a fashion sense.

when the pee wee team practiced all the cats planned their attack on the pup but the bird was the word, at least to lucy and chuck; But when the wha wha was felt in my bones and hearts, guilt, I took shelter in the box tales n knelt nightly in prayer for who the next heiwould be from and where?  

When word of my swerve fell upon the nut-herd, this kid with the blues and a blanket was so frightened he was like wha wha and jumped under that thing so he could hide – Cause my style’s so funky, when it hit the crowd it was madness, man, that tattered thing levitated UP n –he-rode it out, Most the crew dispursed, from the advice of his sister Luce, she saw the whirl inside her cup of beef stew and knew it was I who was passing through, Sally began the beef, passed the flyer out on the street, Ms Peppermint turned to Charlie Brown and Rerun and the rest took to the moundtains,

in the grounds all over town, to the sandlot and to theyr houses, The kiddies got jitters when they red the paper’s scribbles, cause my curls gave them all creeps as they wrapped their fingers around the sheet, Franklin was like PEACE and Sprang away on a shiny key, He saw the colors and the bubbles from the get-go, this foam just ain’t tight enough to play on our field yo

Pig Pen was the first to recognize that my curve-ball was meaner than a lead shower than a bird flick and than a board of water banning the kid from school so he just sat nut to butt with his old man watching his stank circulating around his brain get wack fast as His rocks and smacked him in the face, dust and gravel bits which was rumbling on the street, He looked like beat feet when he really couldn’t hardly even breath,  but he heard the boom boom made a chatter between his teeth

When Shroeder read the stats of my super 8-track, he stood up n tried to tap himself into his inner jazz-man, his style was kinda fuzzy but he jammed upon his funny bone for his ol’ grand piano was junky, He may have looked dumb but it left the kid wailing, straight flailing his arms. nose getting kinda runny, the beating of his feet let the whole town know something was bubblin’, 

WHen word of my swerve fell upon the nut herd,this kid with the blues and a blanket was so frightened he was like wha wha wha and jumped under that thing so he could hide. 

My styles so funky when it hit the crowd, it was madness, man, all the sunday funnies cries were heard throughout the land,

 Patty cake hid inside snoops kitch en lil wood stock well he hollared from the top, he tweeted about the hazards that were coming from my knock, The woird weet weet was learned by the lines of A1PB, that tall yella one with dooohg said WHULL i better get to practice but his chick said Nah, last weeks papes ex-invited the royal highness, she won't be showin up, but Lucy could see it n even hear it whirl inside  her cup,

the air started swirling so pig pen was cool at first the dust came up the gravel made the kids go what the fuck, soon the kid was blind we smelled him double triple time, cause he couldn't get out from the sand lot di-amond tri-angle, Dust balls like bukkakke swung hit him in his balls n cock and he fell down, got covered in the soot and like she said the BIZNOTCH wouln't take no second look, for when a junkie kid 'd hit it and cash out she'd be livid, she'd get rid of the evidence, stick you knee deep in the soot schroder watch from the window but best beleive he was locked lost in thought, he tapped his foot inside an itchy sock, cause that blondie kid was all about the jazz the black and white thats red all over the week old ivorie keys from which came out his measures creep... He looked at the time said Sunday's ALLL MINE so the looming wrath, the masked nasty FAST raps of Princess Biznotch won't ever ever last she may drop she may flow but she'll never step on the pee=wees toes for whatever news she bring ain't nothing its all the same just a sannce a sense a deathly verbulating mess, a hip, nah, a hop upon and off her granite rock, underground TALK about the D, the 3 and the mmTTTSCHOCK

this kid Schoeder lined em up and tappen em on their little butts for he had practices on his tusks, his grand oversized ivory and blacks plus his back handed cupped slam that rammed upon his pee wee clan and piano for months, he told em tap their toes but all the funnies simply froze cause they got hit with a master pro who knew about the biznotch flow, This blond headed funky man told the crew to flex their calfs and hands for they have to prepare to dance cause he knoew about the jazz and wanted it back but princess b was s classic rapper n tap dancer, the stats read cats for last vist that she had, man on the mic said BAM! Batta-up time to show the crowd your stuff, either Grand Master Flash or Franklin with his Af-ro stickaa  Out of all the tee ball batters this kid surly had the most talen

When word of my swerve fell upon the nut-herd, Cause my styles so funky when it hit 'em it was madness man, all the sunday Funnies cries were heard throughout the land. When they read the papers scribbles the comic strip kid all got jitters, so they spread the skinny about the Biz as they bit their lips, scared shitless.

Charlie Brown tried to stand his ground so he waited on his pitchers mound, but when my epic sound hit town he was nowhere to be found.

The first to sense my incoming finesse was this dirty kid pigpen cause he noticed something different about the dust ball swirling around his head, the static from my knack and pizzazz was looming up from overhead so it started spinning so damn fast til you couldn't see the poor little man

This bitch Luce who had a booth tried to sooth the pee wee crew, cause they lined up asking wha wha wha she thought that they should do. The chick was broke and had a beef with anyone not from her street so she advised all the guys to practice funk and jazz and rhyme so they could battle when I arrived. no one knew the wiser so they paid the girl in dimes.

This chick Peppermint Patty hid inside Snoops coop to do some rapping, but Woodstock well he hollered from the top so snoop came back and kicked her out on her butt, cause she was a bratty boss and he was a catty dog, so the tomboy joined the troop who were cooped in a classroom. Marcie put on her glasses and said "Sir, welcome to the crew"

This kid from a different school Franklin's ancestral lineage had some zing cause he had dark brown skin so everybody turned to him to see what he could bring to the table 'n he said something about the Tower of Babel cause in his pocket was a bible so they all prayed for awhile but the fuss from all my gusto made his Afro blow up double so they shut the book fast and got back to planning their attack.

When Shroeder read the stats of my super phat 8 track he tried to tap himself into an inner jazz.man so he sat at his ivory and blacks and practiced till every finger tip was calloused out of all the tee ball batters this kid sure had the most talent,  but the challenge of the upcoming battle Still Wreaked havoc on the graphics so the team took advantage of the kids whose ancestral  lineage had something in it that made it most black ass who's skin with blackest  

Tennising

TENNISING

(Basic by RAZ-PRO)

leave your shoes at the back door, im sneakin in the past

I was a high class michigander tennis team champ

A country club racquet team private practice year round machine

nobody could surpass my talents, wins, beastly swing 

Sassy me thinking about the summer club moaning lessons

When that that damn ball  hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence

 where games end fast cause of that champion named

 Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding 

foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz

 play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash 

punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast 

the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch

 is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty

 aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing 

what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing

 cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball

 and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance 

before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel 

torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell know

s but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip, 

when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let -

 the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way

 boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending? 

nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows

 of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch 

from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss

 kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust,

 the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch

 watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms think I’m a bitch 

when I play thier kid doncha know, wanting me to give in 

but I’ll give in time cause my tits need a bit of rest and some air

 and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me

 from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three

 but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time 

modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity

 and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer

 with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever 

US Dream a meme please PLAY ME !!!!


shoes at the back door track it back to the west representing the oak-land mass sass never surpassed even with a tennis racket jam spring sing when a blast that damn ball and hit the jags and the Benzes next to the fence where games end fast cause of that champion named Amanda Hamlin she has got that back hand branding foreheads of boyfriends cause she's known to be a spaz play on grass, asphalt, clay, indoors or out-of-smash punches as your ass cause opponents spinning fast the secret the sacred game of tennis, pong, or catch is short spurts with much curve will make shots extra nasty aggressively expressing what your strain and swerve been guessing what combustion what excessive force can come to life minus the cussing cause you're struggling straight blaming busting assaulting the ball and your muscles comes troubling, flexing tight profile stance before the crying wailing tears as I crush the gravel torque slice strike that tennis ball with love MPH who the hell knows but the grunt the grip the tennis shoe almost trip, when Amanda hit the ball it was like she was the let - the shockingsmiith kind of assist backs you way boomerang igniter sign said A O K but this is AMA N D A it MDMA ending? nay, not this chick strangling this handle bold looking for the rows of strings the bing the ping the Pringles sound the crunch from tight plastic strands so tight misadjusted makes a fuss kind of rusty or just a cluster fuck on call yellow bird of fuzzy dust, the trusty stunts mean musty and massive static if I’m not on till lunch watch out TEN ZIP SIX OH SIX OH Moms thing I’m a bitch doncha know, wanting me to give in but I’ll give is my tits a bit of rest and some air and I release the bend in my back and knees cause ill let the trees distract me from the rubber felt thing fleeing free for a game or three but I’m always back for victory I fly through finals in no time modestly refined fore I’m a player not a fighter only enemy gravity and yester-me shins calf’s core and arms, you see I’m a lifer with charm in thie peice OH CC bred clean forever US Dream a meme

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Olive Food So Much - A Rhyme With Friend Melissa

Olive food so much

My bean stalks be raisin up

Yo gurtrude! Throw a quarter on the scale

Ill take every flavor you sell

You see I ache for nutrients

I lose my vibe without my fiber

Which certainly does not promote my health or my style

My flavanoids are overjoyed whenever I indulge 

My recipes light the dull with secrets to fight the bulge

Lettuce drink to health and spice and serving meals with laughter

Pass the ginger, never miss the morning breakfast specials

Born outta the oven, my meals reflect my craft skills

Im like a scientist concocting ratios for real 

creating pears and apples 

cooking crap together till its a meal

Not I know you gotta lunch box,

so open it up and share, i heard you mom hooks it up

ain't no crust because she cares

Hockey, USA

 HOCKEY, USA

you think that i'm Canadian because I got a blade beneath my leather laced up kicks and half my teeth knocked out,
cause my faced is stitched up instead of round my rubber pucks,
my lips are blue and pink and they be be kissing Stanley cups,
cause my pony's a Zamboni you think I ain't got no west side story
and you think i'm kinda cold cause my ball's not rolled
instead of 9, we shoot out, and it ain't some round ornage swine dimpled brown ball of twine we got, 
like I'm more eh eh than I am USA cause I skate upon a frozen lake, aint no way I'm from the states and I must be expat cause my games xrated
so what my turfs a little pinkened rink and I got a kink in my dinky taped-up, lipped stick, u think like yea, I could be inuit,
cause my dug-out's a deckcage beside my-indoor-only iceblock stage, you say I'm out of range,
 so you hate on my jersey, cause instead of 4 we play in 3 , checkered tops on referees, surely can't be land of the free? 

You think the RED that I pledge must be Maple Leaf, when I'm telling you, its more like Winged Feet, I'm from the Motor City, I sleep between 5 Seas with the rest of my team  ! 

Wayne Gretzky said it best, you miss 100%
of the shots you never take, so that's why i choose to play
Hockey and I rock a red wing and ain't a jockey, Pbiz Ice Cold, Sports Be The Topic of Current Study , Try and Stop Me

Philly Steak Penn Station

 PENN STATION - Philly Steak

gonna get a philly steak on my lunch break at the penn station down the street it be great gonna fill my tummy up with allot good stuff, east coast hot subs, thick fries fresh cut, just can't get enough, this grub yum yum, call a buddy up, tell him meet you in the parking lot, 1'clock cause its time that you rock this number one sella, yeah its got the props people flock to this spot telling us they want it hot, we be pushing buns through the grill non-stop, no joke no coke we got pepsi products in stock, the only lines we got go down to the next block, babies, moms, grandpops, don't matter - they stuffed, any time of day, in and out quick enough, philly steak to the face any gender age or race, we be serving up great taste all day, penn station be the place, got dough give and take, saying thanks 4 the business growth a steady rate, get praise get fresh get sandwich in your hand fast, get fed, get full, give ya buds better subs than before cause our breads got the score and we get checks done more satisfaction in store mark my word PENN Station right on, lets smash a little more