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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'
 


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  

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

COVID 19

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"PanDamIcky Sick World"

#11 Thematic, Raddest Baddest

 Coronavirus, it's global crisis

Its inside us all around us spreading like wildfire 
Sanitize and stay inside were all fearing for our lives
As the death toll rises, thousands more hospitalized
Worldwide, this quick killing influenza in disguise
Is terrifying, it could be humankinds demise
It's coming after every one of every shape and size
Covid 19 - hide your husbands, hide your wives

This deadly pandemic has the public in a panic

Health clinics are crammed to the max..
Half the masses lack access to tests
No one is safe you cannot even vaccinate
It can incubate for weeks before Corona seals your fate
This inescapable outbreak has led to statewide measures being taken
For Gods sake, the NBA got cancelled,
Schools, too and most public places
So, Stock up on food, supplies, and meds... whatever you can find
All of Italy is in quarantine, and so are the cruislines
Corona virus of 2020 , were about to lose our minds
Covid 19, hide ya husbands, hide ya wives


Screened breathing  depleted speaking 
Covid 19 - no company keeping
Fiending intimate seeings of teeth 
Heal us please Jesus we need to convene



Detroit Lines

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“Detroit Lines”

#17 Thematic, Raddest, Baddest

Wack MC's talking about they want to breed as there scratching off there fleas deep in the Detroit era circa 99 about a decade after America's worst crime y2k make it 3 hate hate when the train came late all the city came to hate Henry Ford first worst mistake when the jeeps Lex coups beamers all got bent out of shape Motown came down with a rattle and a shake each screech heard deep beneath each one of the great lakes, left rubble so deep and greasy the lakes wouldn't even freeze , every other street got sheets of metal hidden in the streets, shrapnel hit the x upon the head with more than lead, my generation metal heads got rings around our necks and legs acrobatic


Game Tourist

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GAME TOURIST

#15 Thus Spake Ill

You know I like to play cause I always act insane

But I'm really im a dreamer wishing rappers knew my name 

Today I grabbed some paper, let my pencil do its thang, 

It's cursed by the verses and I'll never be the same

You're thinking if im rapping then i'm more than likely acting 

but in reality my rhymes have constantly been stackin 

See I'm Checking out the game slaying english for the fame

I'm using all my verbals so the g-points I can claim

I plan on tossing boulders get you brushing off your shoulders

I'm speaking from the soul, pouring myself into a bowl,

If you can feel The Flow then Im closer to the goal. 

Can i get you feeling this? Are you ready, nodding steady,

Let me try a little bit.

 

Fit The Mold

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“FIT THE MOLD”

#13 Thus Spake Ill

 

You think im out my zone cause i dont really fit your mold
but I'm a surrly fully loaded goioly bout to give it to ya folks bout to blow ya mind foes can't touch me with a ten foot pole
cause while some got dough and chains, biznotch got game and funk and soul
I go left and rightly so, I squiggle round and curve to and fro
I serve a slew of rhymes with style with a side of guess and know,
I mix in mental tricks try to sicken up your dome
trap you quick The shit i spits so toxic
I make Members of the audience need doctor visits
used to riot used to fight it but my synapses are shy
so no longer can they frolick, theyre too slow to really rock it
still i roll but all my fiest got heisted during the electroshock
they had to cut my memory in half so they could block
about a dozen trains of thoughts and then they locked me up
They said my rhymes were wack; I told them I couldn't stop in fact
They fed me melodies and lies in hopes of remedies
still i dreamed of killer beats so I could could nod my head in peace
What I spit was listerine cause post-lobotomy, im clean
my rhymes dont blow, they suck and few heads can handle me
First off princess on her throne, can't walk the walk
Biznotch kinda hood so ya'll just wanna mock
Last up, just Me, Amanda, the diseased
My daddy calls me B I'm a bitch plain and simply
I'm a master at sporatic rhyme flows on paper sheets
but i choke in every battle like im hanging from a tree
cause my weaponry consists of nothing but a dream
that end of life release craved by suicidal minds
like my sister rest in peace she died in blue and 2 feet high
I push the noose to enemies like vacuum sales peeps on the streets
protect ya neck is what i preach but the scenes put you to sleep
I got heaps of heebie jeebies but my violent side's weak
I try to keep my crudest muses and my evil omens quiet
But Locked up like fort knox I got an arsenal of shocks
The sermons slowly leak like mycelium does from beneath
Blood guts grime crime wreak hell as they creap
I got Sermons slowing seeping parasitic attitudes
Omens knock me over Ring of deadly  Fueds Knock knock heres a clue OMENs
Poison all your livestock fill all the tombs to the top
Plague you dome and stop your heart with evil rotton plots
but alas I'm just a fast talking wannabe obscene
Part of me wanna shine some light on but I refuse to quit the dream
I'd rather blind your eyes cause I just ain't got no need for being scene
Here here this royal highness deem 2 ears and a mic all she need
My fists be clenching ink but I'd drop you drown the kitchen sink
cause once my pipes done got you gripped its up to me where they get linked
Ill take you places you didn't think a pretty girl like me would wander
I get kinky with my ponders but my verbiage dark and somber
you'd be finder of my flows if I could just direct them yonder
cause my frontinb' downright daunting, damn,  my stubborn cunt's sure just me jammed
cause I clam up and block my Hauck, Keeping PG
 has been my plan,
Like an angel, man, i've tried, but straight up truth ought be provided

 


GCS

 GCS

GCS, Gregory Charles Schultz

my lover brother one and only best friend and impulse

 hes my dance partner prancer and my confidant

Speeding up my heart rate like a catapult

Just a little touch can make me quiver quite a bunch

Attached at the hip, hes geech, im bandit but he banned that shit

he laid so many tiles that ill be doing grout till Im out

Indulged so much me we bonded enough for an assault

Flipping notebook pages over tickled backs shoulder cats

The Tees were Traded tags tacked now his walls need plastered back

Connected when apart cause shes his half hes her facts

The whole worlds trying to figure out whats in their act

The bowl's packed his calves are firm we react standing back

Talking about the weak weakened or the weekend, brass tax

G&A all good still alive as we should

My baby boy Greg Schultz has my love that’s understood

We’ve jumped fences beat feet miles just to kick it in the woods

No biting for amanda she ask greg to smile please he shares teeth, pens in all these different colors

Minutes pass and hours last together greg commands she shut her trap

she wanna listen but theres always something that she wanna ask

his Patience always tested, back and forth confessions

hes a gift hes a present hes the past and future lessons

Geech the teacher at the school of equal love, a man does gregulate it

So its always fucking tough but do we really wanna graduate it?

in class drafting contracts passing notes letters paragraphs

On E fillin up which station? Min or his? Cigs is all we’re getting anyways so gas is his

He can read my breathing know exactly when i get ticked,

Passes me a squiggie I say he is pretty fantastic

He's the greatest listener and also the most crafty strange brain

Criminally insane how close we have gotten in our days,

nights endlessly connecting right into regret again

He keeps his distance but he always stays in close ranges,

my angel man greg vigilantly he observates me

getting ready sleeping washing me through the cracks of his eden

in the closet? Nah, but we get frisky not at all

I tell him one day everything will be OK and say

I love you greg wont you please come out and play