Athens Shuffle

Retired to the back
Motion still as a plaque
Patches mend together
Brain aware of weather
Lines around his eyes
His constant disguise
Speckled cheeks run brown
Just not a proper noun
Against all but belief
He sought shelter relief
Blood of a Christ
Still a poltergeist
In banished minds
Superstitious kinds
Loving himself first
Unquenched thirst
By club and fist
You get the gist
Free to move around
All the trash He’s found
Combing down the beach
Next meal at the reach
Any Popov holiday
Top off everyday
For the nights cold
Tents are not sold
Muddy cheeks get wet
On the steps he set
Trying to figure god
Illegal hardware mod
Breaking images divine
But only a sip of wine
Out of the shelter
Lady he felt her
Got snap kicked dick
Muay Thai is sick
Police cuffed vagrant
Fragrance is flagrant
prayed Poseidon of the sea
Truth doesn’t set him free

Holy Speared it

Spiritus Sanctum
off the bankboard I banked ‘em
Wave to the crowd
Thanked ‘em
Proudly auditory
Not for the glory I sank ‘em
Free throws bro gimme points
Don’t need ‘em
Cut with greed and proceed
to make the net bleed
Left hand lead reverse
Could it get any worse
Heard you curse when I poked
Which provoked alley oops
Bombing troops from outside
Way out wide
Corner three on the way I provide
Cutting so set your feet and don’t slide
Blocking foul then on the floor you glide

Fauxlice

Rapid fire liars telling us the economies dire
While wall street homeboys have cash to wire
Fall further into debt to wage wars of terror
Crept into hills yellow and dusty an error

Not aware of a spare
attack plan gas spurned
Dare to take whats not earned
inside ideals so blind
Way behind racial lines
it’s embedded in our minds
FUCK finding retreaded ways of peace
behead the military POLICE

Orientation [For my A-Unit]

Famine looking feminine idol dolls
Make any person need to take some midols
Headaches pound through hallowed halls
To sell some clothes you buy at malls
To self esteem being crushed like the American dream
Fabric of image busted up right out at the seam
Not tryin’ to hate on a man’s CREAM scheme
Not lyin’ to the beautiful until their view is full
Of dull things fools need to look cool
Woolen sheep pulled along at a creep
Steep cost comes in at all your money honey
So you can imitate a playboy bunny
But if sunny days exist without light
Soon we’ll begin to know our left from right

Raider Salvation

Broncos sterile trying to be virile
Raider Nation salvation in peril
Scare no one with five wins
Pigskins don’t fake Janikowski
House keys in a bowl hire
Cable desires disconnected douse
Mickey mouse picked like a louse
Sick of it, but there will always be hope
At least we ain’t smokin’ the Lion’s dope
Dirty logos can be cleaned with soap
True Raider fans wont need to cope
Traitorous plans will impede the advance
We’ve got to give this guy a chance

You heard what?

Microphone tail coils down, constrictor boa
Cyclone spun tight right, nice to know ya
Sound abducted travels far, receiver
My words unraveled now make a believer
Have faith to have taste, Mixing board
Savage disciples choose to record
Disc jockey bumps hockey, hard hitting
Not cocky, just look good where I’m sitting
Stocky villain, in who’s face I’m spitting
Sorry, I’m quitting
That was uncouth as rum mixed vermouth
Juice pineapple so the cane can grapple
Loose lymrics, just parlor tricks
Playing games like pick up sticks
Dropping names for chicks
Fans who demand less content
For all the weak music they sent
American continent should repent
Fifty Cent bent, I guess pays the rent

Murderous monster preamble sampled

Elephantus trampled

herder words obscure
Tusks as horns
adorned ivory so pure

Mourned dieing
left through cities swept
Wept youths truth

who’s lies unsure
Ill begotten sickness
that has no cure

The quickness passes namesake
Baking till we get cake
Fakin’ Jake snakes to escape

Six to twelve months
probation red tape
Eating grapes
man is a monkey

We still apes sellin’ rape
right funky
Turnin’ a kid into a junky

All on vid youtube
chunky no lube
Boob tube history

unless live
John Madden jive while
we strive

Sports style perfection
internet connection
Streamin’ broadcast controls your election

Tearin’ up trolls
Gladden Fields
Double axe wields
Trouble attack shields

Tense moments cease
Now is comin’ the police
¿Can’t those fucks give me a moment of peace?

My strong love – cha cha cha

Shouldn’t have done it raw
Huge Bill Bixby
Couldn’t picture a draw
Still with me

Smashin’ into their hearts
Not through breast
Feelin’ sweet like a tart
Untouched chest

Blessing and confessing
Stressing for undressing
Couldn’t get you off my mind
Love I’ve been repressing

Kill Bill will
Make sharp points for my song
Ill skill trill
Who knew you’d last this long

Providin’ and Dividin’

now
the game widens
Cut left
boom cross,
right break
zoom defender’s lost

Pretender cost his team a layup
so pay up
We way up
on the rim
Dim say double up
court retort is your play
Can’t import
behind dribble passing trailing Two
What the hell you
gonna do?
I do well as
you sell your jump pop
Hittin’ your men
fell low Five
your ball drop
Four live bump stop pick

Damn that’s slick
Foot behind the line

That counts hat trick

Three from the post
To the One
Sounding like a gun
Fast break on the run

It’s under
your basket ill and still
Come back son
when you got some skill

Old Jazz Hand

Beats is defeats this unglamorous morass
To move your feets is unique to complete this
Never obsolete, clever use concrete
Who’s always pointed measures
Blues flowing all togethers
True a weathered feather floating
Not tethering gloating of repeated riffs
Whiff, spill a slip up
FRUSTRATION
Still it’s OK pup
Improvisation fills our cup

Gaza Strippers

Philistines to Ottomans
territory blast
Egypt and Israel just part
of the past
Palestinian authority where
no peace last

Hamas boss at a
cost PLO style
Meth said
break bread with rockets
Plugged in sockets of
occupation
Frisked at every station
Living abominations
frustrated

Dominated waiting to
Be emancipated but not
from existence
Resistance low so send
ef sixteens
To kill preteens at class
in school

Gunning running men with their tool
Genocide depends
on what fool side
Israel’s hope isn’t peace to provide
Israel can’t bring back those who died

Number’s Crunch

Accountant fountain pens write clarity with money
Making figures so big the zeros look funny
Faking profitable years pigeon holed bugs bunny
Fears broken yolks now the eggs are runny

Gunny Sargent dies on patrol added to the death toll
Oil fires burn hot spewing fumes blacker than coal
Invasion Iraq about black gold fueling the whole
Economy’s modern disease on wheels broken roll

Haliburton spurting lies to disguise murky Blackwater
Thinking rebuilding means a license to slaughter
One man’s bloody shirt is another’s son or daughter
Soon they ran towards Iran when shit got hotter

Play me
Slay thee
May see
Hey we are in
control

Wear we be

Fifteenth
century blunders gave
Slave wonders under decks
Inspected pecker dudes so crude

Rude white’s shackle speckled skin
Begin to tackle an existence dark
Sin holy mother

As they do unto other
Spits as they slit
Thy wrist

fist
Dismissed as if never
been kissed

Reminiscing time tongue twist bring
short
Ideas around to compound the angled

star spangled while I
dangle on the edge of
no Lincoln, Obama trust

not race must face the world today
and display for

all to see
now we can claim these colors are
free

Like high school love

Leading scene, picture fades
Shades lifted mean gifted proceeding
Made into icons of pythons choking seeds
Heading the pipe bomb democracy bleeding
Snipe a scope, Koran, Bible, Torah, needing each other
Bora type fan blows libel mythology brother barrier
Man became carrier ripe archeology grave robber
Scan organic create manic panic that mouths slobber
Imagine titanic consequences that span lifetimes
Humanity’s fences instated these crimes
Initiated to be resuscitated in the minds of the hung
Officiated strategy enforced while they’re young

Japaneasy

You ever talked to a shogun
Perhaps you know one
Their time in life no fun
Starvation ever present
Life unpleasant koku farming
Broke alarming raids of peasants
Samurai decedents nobility only late
Zen state bliss through dead kissing
Beheading men wishing for honor
Retreading goners upon a geisha house
No louse picking tea to fool
Wool too thin for eyes open wide
Provide, protect, all lies upset
Morbid shredding men to death
Older than Heth, bolder each breath
Service holder retainer lifestyle
Futile humbled and mumbled through pain
Bushido tumbles more than a clichéd strain
Played path’s core description simple plain

History Lessons

I am Oscar Grant
They chant, I cried when I spied
KTVU news cell telecasting
Johannes Seabass blasting

Knee on his neck
Taking last breaths
Hit the lung
Now among other

Who’s brother unknown
Not yet grown
Fighting devils of their own

Devon Brown gunned down at thirteen
Timothy Thomas, nineteen
Neither made it out their teens

Police killed men unarmed
Just alarmed but they harmed

Gary King is why I sing
Sean Bell is why I tell

Nathaniel Jones moans
Life gone from skin and bones
Police violence grim tombstone

I still cry as I write
But it doesn’t dim my sight
Everyday brothers fight
Mothers light the candles

Trite Caucasian National News scandal
Late in
Stations rating win
Debatin’ the merit of their statements

Abetments of their faith
Media wraith with no taste
Wasted place to tell the truth
About murdered youth

Hayward and Fruitvale
Are not for sale
Bay Area writes endings to this tale

Hard

Hard

Hard is the way of the Bushido
Streamlined and simple like a torpedo

Everyday impacts healed by stimpacs
Counteract fear through training clear
Everyday thoughts not sold or bought
Only worth face value wrought
Not naughty things as bling and diamond rings
Self composure sings the code
Autopilot mode of knowing morality
Making it a reality, instead of only faced at death
Know it with every breath, flow it with every sigh
At any second you could die, would you try to deny
Should you ask a dog on the run, or the god of the sun

If you are Bushido, hard is the way
Though, not if you live it every single day

Be prepared to lose individuality, change your personality
Rouge your cheeks like miss congeniality
Nabeshima more brutality than a FEMA baccarat gamble
And that’s just the preamble of Hagakure, no need to worry
Blade flurries ancient patient attacks, guns are now facts
Lax laws more dangerous than bear claws
No applause please, just give me your keys
And you don’t need these clothes, just freeze
Greed grows up like trees

Bushido is the way of moderation
Ignorance is the way of starvation

Regrets

Thinkin’ awhile back when I used to be on track
Talkin’ smack holdin’ it down at the back, no slack
Now my shit is out of wack
Can’t change for a dub sack

So now I’m blessed with my wife
Good still I’m living my life
Talkin’ about we try something new, and see why
I’m just not that old guy, we up in like some sly
Passing high over skies, revisiting my young self
Wealth could have been attained, if I burned my brains
I torched them anyway, scorched the potential in a blunt
Diseased as stripper cunt, stay away like Oakland A’s don’t bunt

Release, forgive, peace I wanna send
Mend fences knocked, doors that I locked
Heads that I rocked, faces that I socked
Tickets that I clocked, women that I fucked
With any luck one is reading
I’m sorry I left you bleeding
No excuse exceeding your pain
My actions insane
Sugar cane sweet I should be
Too bad it’s not me

Disaster

Heavenly things up high my folk
Taking the dreams of all you see

No, I haven’t misspoke
It is not a joke

Soon there is no free

Hellish bad things down low my dear
Immolating holes in the sky

My friend it’s very clear
The end is now near

Don’t ask humans why

Ho no

Her lock of hair sure stuck me
Her stare it said “just fuck me”
Not aware just at eighteen
That some women cost green
She knew I would give every penny
She didn’t know I didn’t have many
Anyway Jenny said name stated
Created earlier that year it was clear
Not a beer she offered me to buy
But prime real estate between each thigh
I ain’t gonna lie I thought I might reply
With the change I got that price was high
Wait, why am I to considering this old trick
My dignity restored I just cut out quick
I’d rather be at home holding my dick
Than sick be lathered up in some Paypal shit