Saturday, December 17, 2011

NEW POETRY.... I PRESENT...THE OLD PRESENT



THE OLD PRESENT
by d.dunbar/king yoda/p.redclouds



INSPIRING OUTSIDERS
STUCK INSIDE OF OUTER LIMITS,
INWARD HURT
FROM YOUR OUTER IMAGE...
HOW YOU LOUD AND TIMID?
PROUD BUT GRIMACE WHEN ATTENTION"S PAID?
ILL JUST KEEP THIS SHORT AND DEEP
LIKE A MIDGETS GRAVE,
STAY IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE AUDIENCE
BECAUSE YOU BEEN AFRAID
MEANWHILE OTHER MUTHAFUCKAS ON CENTER STAGE,
SHOWING YOU DEPTH..
UP AND DOWN EMOTIONAL STEPS
WITH BREATHS OF FRESH AIR
IN THE MIDST OF CHOKING TO DEATH,
THEY SAY HOLD YOUR HEAD...
AND IM GROPING WHATS LEFT
FROM EXPLOSIONS THAT CREPT
AND SWEPT ME OFF THE LOAFERS I KEPT,
TO WALK ON HOT COAL"S WITH...
IM WAITING FOR A BURDEN ON MY SOUL LIFT...
GIVING ME BACK MY ORIGINAL OLD GIFT!...


CUZ THIS CANT BE LIFE!

Saturday, October 29, 2011

NEW POETRY...I PRESENT...A WEAPONS PERCEPTION!....



A WEAPONS PERCEPTION
by poncho redclouds/king yoda/ d.dunbar/bishop g



HOW COULD ONES BRAIN
COMPLAIN OF THE RAIN
WHILE KNOWING ITS WORSE WEATHER,
SEEMS THEY LOVING LITTLE WAYNE...
I THINK JUVIE AND TURKS BETTER,
I DONT WANT GOLD CHAINS...
I WANNA BE THE EARTHS TREASURE,
BRING BLOODS AND CRIP TOGETHER..
BY CLEVERLY GIVING THEM ALL
POPPA SMURF SWEATERS,
WEARING RED AND BLUE TOGETHER
COULD HURT?..NEVER...
IT WOULD ONLY HELP
FUTURE ENDEAVORS,
WHERE COLORS MESH
AND PAVE NEW ROADS FOR OTHER STEPS,
AND EVERYONES DIGGING LIFE TO MUCH
TO REDISCOVER DEATH.
A FOR AMBITION...
BUT MY REPORT CARD HAD A DOZEN F"S,
IN MY DAY..NO PROGRAM WAS
MAKING SURE A CHILD WASNT LEFT,
JUST SOME TEACHERS MAD WHEN
STUDENTS TALKING UNDER BREATH,
THE NIGGA THAT EXPELLED ME
GOT CAUGHT FUCKING ON A DESK!!!
BUT LEROY COLEMAN
COULD NOT DESTROY THE GOLDEN
POETRY POSTING SELF APPOINTED
CHOSEN...FROM HOLDING
CLASS SESSIONS WHILE OUTTA SCHOOL,
NO DIPLOMA GRANTED,
YET IM STILL ONE OF THE STRONGEST
ON THE CAMPUS...



WHILE KEEPING MY VIEWS SLIGHTLY SLANTED.



Thursday, October 27, 2011

NEW POETRY...I PRESENT...old flicks....

OLD FLICKS...by kingyoda/p.redclouds/ bishop g




IF YOU SNEAK INTO THE WALLET OF ASSASSINS...
CHANCES ARE..THERE MIGHT BE,
PICTURES OF A COUPLE SLIT THROATS..
A SHINY KNIFE OR 3,
THIS IS WORK...
NOT WHAT THEY DO IN THERE TIME PRIVATELY,
LIKELY
BECOME AGITATED
EXPLAINING THE PHOTOS
TO A NOSEY ASS WIFE TO BE...
LOOK BITCH..
I KILL FOR FOR BILLS,
NEVER WAS AT PEACE WITH A THEIF
I KILL...
SO I...
PREVENT THE STEAL
SIDE OF ME FROM CREEPING OUT,
WHEN DEEP IN DOUBT,
KILL MY INNER FEARFUL FIGHTER
WHO MIGHT CHOOSE THE WEAKER BOUT,
UNBALANCED...LIKE...
HEAD ON BED
AND FEET TOO COUCH,
ITS EASY AS FUCK FOR OTHERS
NOT TO TYPE THE DEEPER ROUTE,
NOT I...
SIR "SEEK TO HEAR THE TRUTH
AND WATCH LIES",
WHEN THE WATER SINKS
THEN THE ROCKS RISE...


5 DOLLAR THING AT WALMART,
I EARLIER FOUND POPEYE.


Wednesday, October 5, 2011

NEW POETRY!! TIS CALLED...WHAT CLASS????


What class?
By p.redclouds/ kingyoda






i was a language class hero,
headed out the negative
while aiming past zero...
if i try harder
and sacrafice more
could be a famous ass negro,
but on the holy trinity
thats not what im here 4,
i hear no...
relevant reasons
except money,
helping family and the hungry...
to place that pressure upon me,
cuz its already on me
and ya boy is broke,
got some sayings in the microwave
and boiling some quotes,
im a chef for the lesser known,
cooking up fresher poems,
some diction is good for nutrition
leave the rest alone,
god minded shine sean diamond
but im just flesh and bone,
when i die,
other side ask me
why was i resting long....
i hold a high position in other dimensions,
i know thats why my mission over here
causes tension,
a truth seeker,
all false beliefs on suspension,
fuck they class warfare and join me
in detention.

Monday, October 3, 2011

new poetry...poncho redclouds presents ..the shifts shift.

are you aware of the comet elenin?
my skin color is cosmic melanin
attached too a philosophical skelaton..
they say that its evidence
that the comets under intelligient control,
its headed for the globe, the residence we hold
who really knows
what will happen
but its best to
be in the know,
i can astral project
im connected with some souls,
with some effort we can all be
better off is what im told,
what kind of robes you wanna wear?
leopard print or gold...
men wanna wear wemon pants
definently bold,
at the same time sad as fuck
because they will drift,
further the fuck away
in the day of the great shift.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

NEW LATENIGHT POETRY...A CLOUDS THOUGHT



A CLOUDS THOUGHT...

by poncho redclouds/kingyoda/bishop g



I NARRATE FOR LOSERS

SHARE THE FATE OF ABUSERS,

EYES LOW..BURNING..NO SLEEP

I ENVY SNOOZERS,

FEEL LIKE I BEEN IN SOME DUELS

BEFORE I KNEW WHAT THE RULES WAS...

I WAS TAKING 15 STEPS...

GOT LEFT LAYING IN A POOL OF BLOOD...

SUPPOSED TO TOOK TEN,

IS THERE A HEAVEN FOR A G?

IF GODS OVERLOOK SIN..

BUT IF NOT...DEEDS PLACED ON THE SCALE,

FAST LIFE SPEED'S PLACE YOU IN HELL,

AS I CONVERT FROM KINGYODA MODE

TO REDCLOUDS,

SURVEYING LIFE IN DISGUST

WATCHING FROM WHERE THE DEAD BROWSE,

TIME TOO SPEAK UP

ON PATHS WE SHOULD HEAD DOWN...

WHY DO SOME SHIT THATS GON

HAVE YOU PUTTING YO HEAD DOWN?

THIS IS THE PRECIPICE

OF DEADLINESS

WHETHER ITS WEATHER SHIT

OR NIGGAS WHO SPECIALISE

IN WRECKLESS CARELESSNESS,

NO TIME TOO BE pussy

OR "NO HOMO" MEASURE DICKS,

WE CANT WIN IF "WEEEE" FIGHT...

ARE YOU AWARE OF THIS?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

NEW POETRY! I PRESENT...THE PONCHO REDCLOUDS INTRO...




PONCHO REDCLOUDS INTRO...

.by d.dunbar/kingyoda/poncho redclouds




NEXT PICTURE PLEASE...

QUIT TRYNA FOCUS ON MY ACTIONS

AND IGNORE YOURS...

YOU MRS BITCH "VICTOR ORTIZ",

IF THIS WAR

BLEEDING IS LEAST OF ME WORRIES...

ILL SUCCEED WHILE ADDING THINGS TO THE STORY

OF PART 2 TOO GLORY,

OH MY LORD...

WHATS IN STORE CAN CAUSE TREMBLING

DARKER DAYS PHASE ENTERING

PSYCHIC ATTACKS...INJURE THE INNER GENTLEMEN

SIMMERING BEAST EMERGING..

HIT THE SURFACE DIRTY,

CANT CLEAN IT WITH THE BLOOD OF JESUS DETERGENT,

SHATON'S PERFUME IS IN THEE AIR...

USED TOO THUMP OVER BUMPS..

BUT NOW THEY SHOOT YOU OVER A STARE,

MASSIVE ACTIONS HAPPENING

WHERE A FEW WILL BE SPARED,

REMAINING MAJORITY

TRIBULATIONS...I HOPE YOU SCARED,

THATS SOMETHING FOR THESE KILLERS TOO FEAR

BECAUSE THEY CLEARLY...

OUTTA FUCKING CONTROL

MAKING THE GLOBES SOUL DREARY,

MY CLOTHES WEAR ME...

AND MY SHOES CRY FOR MY FEET,

MY INSIGHT

ABOUT MY

OUTLOOK

IS A BEAT...



CAN YOU FLOW TOO IT???

Sunday, September 11, 2011

FOR NO REASON....RHYMING.




FEEEEEEASE


I STOPPED WRITING...
KEPT RAINING, BUT STOPPED THE LIGHTNING,
SOMETHING SEEMED AMISSED...
CROSS CRISSED...RIPPED FROM
LIFE ...RIGHT WHEN
MY GRINS
WERE JUST BEGINNING...
TEARS RETURNED BACKSPINNING
PRACTICING NEW MOVES
SENDING
SMILE FLEEING...
NOW FROWNS SINGING
LOUDER THAN EVER,
LEGENDARILY DEPPRESSED
SO STRESSED...IM LIKE
EVERY SAD WORD IN THE DICTIONARY
GATHERED TOGETHER,
AGREEING THAT THEY WILL ALL
NOW JUST BE CALLED SEAN...
CLEVER
' NOTHING BOY...
ANSWER AND QUESTION WRAPPED IN ONE,
DISTURBED BY THE PROVERBS
OF GODS WORDS AND SON,
I JUST WANT TOO SLEEP
OR EXIST TOO CEASE...
BEAST MIXED WITH PEACE
SKIP THIS SHIT
IM FINNA....FEEEEEASE...



FUCK IS HE TALKIN BOUT.



Tuesday, August 23, 2011

LOSERS...EDDIE KANES PAIN...IS HERE!



How Many Roads Must A Man Travel Down Before He Admits He is Lost?

HERE IT IS...
KINGYODA PRESENTS: LOSERS...damaged goods/eddie kanes pain


http://www.reverbnation.com/tunepak/3417906

Thursday, August 11, 2011

NEW POETRY! HADES PLAYGROUND VERSE




HADES PLAYGROUND
by bishop g/ kingyoda/ d.dunbar




THEY PUTTING PICTURES UP
SAYING MOURN FOR THE KILLERS....
THEY WASNT JUST KILLERS..
BECAUSE THEYRE OUR KILLERS...
THE NAVY SEALERS...
I GUESS AMERICAN SOLDIERS ARE MEN
AND IN WAR...THEY KILLING APES AND GORILLAS,
DELIVERING LIBERTY...AND IDEOLOGICAL
POSITIVITY ANYBODY CAN GET IT IN VICINITY
CIVILIAN INJURIES IN THE MILLIONS
BUT THEY PRETEND THAT WE
ARE WINNING BUT THEY CAN NEVER SAY
WHEN THE END WILL BE!
THESE MUTHAFUCKAZ TRYNA CONTROL THE SYMPATHY'S,
THROUGH THE MEDIA...WITH THEY MANIPULATIVE ENERGY'S,
MY HEART GOES OUT TOO THE CAUSE OF INNER PEACE,
AND IF OUR SYSTEM DONT PROVIDE THAT...WE CAN CEASE!
BETTER TOO DIE FOR A CAUSE THAT WILL PREVAIL...
THAN WIN AT SOME SHIT THATS GON SEND YOU TO HELL,
WHEN THE TALES ARE WRITTEN...
AND THE SCALES ARE BEING WEIGHED,
YOUR ETERNALLY BROKEN OR MADE...
DEPENDS ON WHERE YOU PLAYED.


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

NEW POETRY!!! BEAUTIFUL LOSER...







BEAUTIFUL LOSER
by king yoda/ bishop g/ d.dunbar





LOSER MEMORANDUM,
IM A PHANTOM WITH NO MASK,
TONY HAWK WITH NO PADS
A MONSTER WITH A NOTEPAD,
ME ONE WHO DONT BRAG...QUIET IS KEPT,
IM COMING UP FROM WHERE THE HOTTEST FIRES
ARE KEPT,
WEARY FROM MY TIRESOME TREKS...
STILL INSPIRED TO REP...
STAY ROLLING...IM A TIRE TILL DEATH,
GIVING LIFE MY ALL...
WHILE ACQUIRING DEBT,
BUT I ONLY OWE ALLAH
FOR SUPPLYING ME BREATH,
TEMPORARILY AGGRAVATED
WHILE CONFINED TO THE FLESH,
PHYSICAL MATTERS
WONT MATTER
IF YOUR MIND IS A MESS,
I BE STRESSED LIKE IM DESIGNING A JET...
WHEN THE ONLY QUESTION IS
DO I WANNA LIVE
NO OR YES...





repeat the question (looks down from 30 story hotel room window)!

Monday, July 25, 2011

LATE POETRY BUT NEW....S.S.T.P.U.


SOMEBODY SHUT THAT PAIN UP!
by bishop g/ kingyoda/ d.dunbar




DEPRESSED STRESSING DOOM...
ADMIRING THE HALF RED CRESCENT MOON...
WHAT IF THATS JUST A BIG BALLOON...
INFLATED AND DEFLATED BY
CONTROLLERS OF SPACE,
ASPIRING MOLDERS OF FATE
WITH GOALS TO CREATE,
A BIG PEICE OF OUT OF REACH ART...
I WAS OUT TO REACH HEARTS
AND GOT SO LOST
IM NOT ALLOWED A RESTART,
CANT SAY FOR SURE WHY
I KEEP BUILDING ON FLIMSY LIMBS...
OR WHOSE FAULT HALTED THE STREGNTH...
MINES OR THEMS,
EFFECTS TRICKLE DOWN...RIPPLES
RIPPING THROUGH THE MIDDLE
OF OPTIMISTIC RIVERS
ONLY A DROWNED MAN CAN SIT THROUGH,
WATCHING THE SPLIT BETWEEN
DREAMS AND THE ACHIEVABLE,
THE PAIN IN LIFE
MAKES SPOKEN WORD OF MY UNSPEAKABLE...

YOU SHOULD KEEP READING THOUGH.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

POETRY FROM MY SISTER JUANA WEEEEZY!


IF ONLY YOU KNEW...
by tijuana dunbar-robinson


They say life is what you make it
now see thats a understatement
cause there are things you have no control over
and you are forced to take it,
So you feel lonely and vaccant,
used to be alone when you awakened
Startled and frightned in strange crowds cause you see no friendly faces,
So u put up a guard
that no one will get to your heart
then try to break it,
You feel self protected
growing up in a home of being knowingly neglected...
forced to hear conversations,
arguements and disrespected.

THURRR SHE BLOWS PART 2! POETRY




THURRR SHE BLOWS PART 2
by bishop g/ kingyoda/d.dunbar



GIVE AN OLD FRIEND NEW ADVICE,
OPINIONS
NO TWO ALIKE,
ALWAYS HAD A PROBLEM WITH
WHO TO HATE
AND WHO TOO LIKE,
LIVE A DEEP SCUBA LIFE,
SHALLOW TOO A POOL OF ICE,
HOW CAN YOU REALLY KNOW
THE DEPTH OF A POOL OF ICE?
WISE WORDS...
HELP YOU VIEW LIFE
THROUGH A NEW DEVICE,
SEEING SHIT ANOTHER WAY
ONLY NOW EXCLUDING SIGHT,
THESE ARE DARKTIMES
THE FAITHFUL KNOW CONCLUDE WITH LIGHT,
EVEN IF NATURE ERASES
ALL TRACES OF HUMAN LIFE!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

LATE NIGHT...POETRY...H.F.O. PART 4




HELL FROZE OVER PART 4
by kingyoda/bishop g


LONG LOST LOVE,
SHORT FOUND HATE,
SHORT LOVE LEAVE'S LONGER
MEMORIES OF HATE,
AND LONG HATE GAINS VALUE...
BECOMES APPRECIATED,
LIKE WE COULDVE BEEN FORGOTTEN
BUT ATLEAST WE MADE IT,
GRADED A THROUGH F...
WHO'S THE TEACHER THOUGH?
PEOPLE OF THE EGO
CANT BE EAGLE'S
AND THAT EQUALS NO...
BUT TOO SOAR
IS AN AWARD
AND YOU SCORE A YES,
YIN AND YANG...
YOUR WAY OR MINE...
SHINE WHEN ITS
MORE OR LESS,
APPLAUD DEATH...
SHED TEARS AT THE SIGHT OF BIRTH,
PSYCHO MINDS TRYNA DEPOPULATE US
FOR A LIGHTER EARTH...
HOW BOUT WE JUST GET RID OF
BIG HEAD CLOWN HOES,
I DONT MIND SLIPPING
IF THE GROUNDS FROZE....

HELL FROZE OVER PART 4!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

NEW POETRY...CALL IT....FLAKES!


FLAKES by bishop g/ king yoda/ dunbar




YOU SAY MONEY OVER EVERYTHANG?
WHAT A SPELL TOO BE UNDER,
DO I BELIEVE IN GOD?
MY ANSWER IS 3 NUMBERS,
ONE, ZERO, ZERO PERCENT...
I KNOW THE WRATH,
BROUGHT FORTH ON THE PEOPLE
FOR LOVING THE GOLDEN CALF,
IM BROKEN GLASS
HARD TO TOUCH...BUT STILL SHINY,
CHOSE A PATH
WHERE ITS HARD TOO TRUST OR WALK BLINDLY,
AND EVERYDAY REMINDS ME
THAT TIME IS THE GREAT REDUCER,
SO EVEN OUT YOUR PAST
TO AVOID AN ODD FUTURE,
IM NO TYLER CREATOR FAN...
ID RATHER CREATE A FAN...
ERASE THE COMPLEX NONSENSE
WITH A BASIC PLAN,
AND RULE NUMBER ONE WOULD BE
PUT NO FAITH IN MAN,
FLAMES FROM FAME
SEEMS TO GRATE THEM
TO A FLAKE OF SAND!






Saturday, July 2, 2011

FLASHBACK POETRY!!!!


Who is This Muthafucka?
by bishop g/ kingyoda/ d.dunbar



MY GOALS SEEM FURTHER AWAY, JUST WHEN THEY SEEMED NEARER,
I FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK IN THE MIRROR,
WHEN DIRT IS THROWN ON ME, MY SKIN..TENDS TO GET CLEARER,I
FORGET WHO I AM...UNTIL I LOOK INTO THE MIRROR,
I BLEND WITH THE MUD, I AM WHO MY FRIENDS TEND TO JUDGE
AND CHARACTER SMUDGE, BUT DRESS IT UP WITH WORDS LIKE TOUGH LOVE...
THEY SAY ITS ME WHO RUBBED OFF ON THEM,
AND I DESERVE THE EMPTY CLASSROOMS AND SLIPPERY GYM...
THAT I PLAY IN...TO FALL...
THE FLOOR FOR A BED I USED TO LAY IN...
NO STALLS TO PISS...OKAY
IM SLIPPING ALL THE WAY IN...
NO ABSTRACT BULLSHIT WRITING WILL SWAY THIS...
SORT OF A CONFESSIONAL...THIS ROLE..I PORTRAY THIS...
INNOCENT MAN? HELL NO...AT TIMES IM FINNIKY AND
UNDISCIPLINED...WITH NO ORIGINAL PLAN
ON HOW TO FINISH THIS HAND...OF DUMB MONKEY UNO,
THE SON OF A FORMER JUNKIE, HE JUST LIKE HER...BUT YOU KNOWWW,
I TEND TO FORGET THE THINGS WHICH SHOULD BE UNFORGETTABLE,
I JUST LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND SAID DAMN...I DONT REMEMBER YOU,
SAW A PICTURE OR TWO, AND THOUGHT I RESEMBLED
THAT DARK SKINNED CREATURE GOD ASSEMBLED...
BUT NAW...I HAVE SMEARED GODS WORK! ALONG WITH INHERITED
FUCKED UP MENTAL AND PHYSICAL GENITIC...THERE IT IS...

THE POINTED FINGER!!! IM SEEING NOTHING CLEARER,
ITS YOUR FAULT MUTHAFUCKA
(AS I JAB MY INDEX FINGER THROUGH THE FUCKING MIRROR!!!!}

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

NEW LATE NIGHT SHOOTING....POETRY!


ITS YELLOW...by KINGYODA/BISHOP G/ D.DUNBAR


TIRED DOESNT MEET THE REQUIREMENTS
FOR RETIREMENT,
IN COLD TIMES
MY INNER FIRE IS MY ENVIRONMENT,
APPLY MY WHOLE ENTIRE FIST
TOO THE PUNCHLINES...
WRIST DEEP..UNTIL IM 6 FEET
NO SUNSHINE,
MY ARMOR LIKE THE BLACK MAMBA IN CRUNCHTIME,
DEPENDABLE SYLLABLES GET ME FOOD LIKE LUNCHLINES,
TRADING JUICE FOR MILKS,
FAVORITE SUIT WAS SILK,
OCCASIONALLY WAS HAPPY LIKE
SATAN WHEN THE NUKE WAS BUILT,
OTHER TIMES...I WAS SAD LIKE A
HOMELESS PERSON AT A SHELTER CRYING
AT THE TABLE CUZ HIS SOUP IS SPILT,
SPELL IT HOWEVER I NEED
TOO KEEP IT RHYMING,
YOU DO ALL THE DIGGING
BUT WHEN U FIND IT...
YOU DONT GET TOO KEEP THE DIAMOND,
NOTHING TOO SHOW EXCEPT DIRTY PALMS,
BALANCE LIFE...
30 PSALMS FOR EVERY 30 BOMBS,
BEEN IN THE STORM
AM I WORTHY OF CALM?
CONSEQUENCES OF MAN
TRYNA HURRY ALONG...


YELLOW LIGHT MUTHAFUCKA SLOWDOWN!


Thursday, May 26, 2011

NEW POETRY!!! THURRR SHE BLOWS!!!

THURRRR SHE BLOWS!!!
by kingyoda/bishop g/ d.dunbar

I REUNITE WITH BREAK- UPS,
AND WAKE UP TOO SLEEP,
I LAUGH AT MY FAILURES...
TOO SUCCESSES..I WEEP,
I JUST DONT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT THEY SAY I SHOULD,
VILLIANIZED....
GIVE A FUCK IF THEY SAY IM GOOD!
DONT EXPECT SUPPORT
GALLOP ON MY WRECKLESS HORSE
LAUNCH GROUND ATTACKS
BUT I KNOW IM BACKED BY AIR SUPPORT,
SPOKE AGAINST THE GRAIN
WHEN THEM LAMES WOULDNT DARE RETORT...
WHY TRY TO WIN A GAME
KNOWING ITS THE DEVILS COURT?
WE ALL GOTTA EAT...
WHY YOU WANT THE SPECIAL FORK?
EVEN WHEN ITS WALKING DISTANCE
NIGGAZ WANNA TELEPORT,
WAKE UP...AND SMELL THE PORK,
THE TIME LEFT ON THE SWINE CLOCK
IS VERY SHORT...FIRE COMING SO HOT
IT'LL LEAVE METAL SCORCHED,
WATER HIGH ENOUGH TOO DROWN MOUNTAINS...
AND OTHER THINGS THEY WWOULDNT DARE REPORT,
BUT I DONT DARE IGNORE
OR NOT SHARE MY INFO,
WE LIVING IN THE TIMES
WHERE MOTHER NATURE IS A NYMPHO...

FUCKIN THE MASSES TORNADO STYLE!

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Friday, April 29, 2011

NEWNESS!!! I CALL IT POSITION!


Position...by bishop g/ d.dunbar/kingyoda



im a law abiding citizen,
Never falsifying or mimickin,
Gifted at scripting cryptic
Predicaments,
Never given
my due diligence
For my mentoring,
Oh... for... where hath my old temper went?
I used too be swift
with my vengeance And wrath,
Icecold and calculating
With undiciplined math,
If a nigga crossed the line
Even a inch and a half...
My intentions was too blast
Fuck a typical jab,
I pose more danger
than a chemical lab,
Hittem with the heath ledger
Joker sinister laugh,
Making my own way
Fuck traditional paths,
No fear whatsoever
Of collisions or a crash,
The flow well written
with Ridiculous craft,
Cool, brewed, and cold
Like miller geniune draft,
Self educated gentleman swag...
I aint gotta be first,
Long as im a cool distance from last!

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

WHY SLEEP?? LATE NIGHT EARLY MORNING POETRY



LOUD SILENCE




TORNADOS IN APRIL
AS WE APPROACH THE MAY WEATHER,
I APPROACH ALL OF MY POST
LIKE FLOYD MAYWEATHER,
AND OTHERS ULTIMATELY WIN
IF THEY BETTER...
BETTER TO LOSE TO THOSE WHO WIN
THAN SAY..NEVER
WON AT ALLS!
TONS OF CALLS,
A FEW TEXTS,
CANT RESPOND TOO ALL
CHALLENGES AND REQUEST,
DAMAGES AND THE STRESS,
PANICKING HYPERVENTILATING BREATHS...
MIGHT BITCH-UP...
MAN IN A DRESS
ME NEVER!
I REMEMBER RAPPING IN BERRETTAS,
KNOWING NOBODY WAS BETTER
1500'S FOREVER,
PLEASURE TO SAY I KNEW
AND CONTENDED WITH SOME,
MUTHAFUCK THE TITANS
TELL NIGGAS REMEMBER THE HUN,
ILL PLAY THE DENZEL ROLE,
RED ADDIDA SHELL TOES,
SHARP UNTOUCHABLE BEAUTY...
LIKE THE THORN ON A HELL'S ROSE,
AND HELL NO THIS AINT THE ENDING,
THE UNCRANKING OF MY BRAINS ENGINE,
WIRED CANT SLEEEP!
MY SOUL FEELS PAINS FROM A LYNCHING,
COVERED UP SLAVE KILLINGS WHO
NAMES WASNT MENTIONED,
CHEST HURTING, MY HEART
IS INFLAMED FROM THE TENSION,
THE GAME FUCKED UP...
THEY WANT FAME INSTEAD OF PENSION,
A SHORT TERM HIGH
INSTEAD OF EARNED ASCENSION,
THAT LOUD PACK YOU BURNING...
IS BURNING YOUR ATTENTION,
TAKE TURNS AND LISTEN
OR EVERYBODY KEEP TALKING,
IT GOES QUIET FOR ME
WHEN MY THOUGHTS END.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Sunday, April 17, 2011

A stressing court jester

A stressing court jester...
By bishop g/d.dunbar/kingyoda



Even as a thief
Id never take myself
Too serious,
Victim of a mirror's bitterness...
I"ve experienced
Heart wrenching
Gut check periods
Where it seemed negavity"s
Potential was truly limitless,
Why not...try to gain
Wisdom in the wilderness,
One good deed is like
A brick to a pyramid,
And one must slave labor
Too get your sphynx,
I probly spelled that shit wrong
Ive had a drink....
Or five too many,
Surviving where he sent me,
My mind always opposite empty
Signs are plenty...
Times is dingy...
We living in filter the filth mode...
The road too hell is wide as that nigga chris nose...
Thats k.r.s. one.
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Friday, April 1, 2011

more rocks....WHOOOOOOOOO'S SMOKING?


GOT YOUR PIPES???
by d.dunbar/bishop g/kingyoda




THE CHILD SAYS COMMIT TO ME,
WIFE SAYS COMMIT TOO ME,
JOB SAYS COMMIT TOO ME,
NOW THEYRE COMMITING ME...
DRIVEN CRAZY,
PADDED WALLS, AND STRAIGHT JACKETS,
EXCEPT FOR THE FREEDOM OF MASTERBATION...
MAN THEY CAN HAVE IT....
TOTAL CONTROL OF MY HANDS,
AT THE CARD TABLE OF LIFE
NO HOPE IN MY HANDS,
LIFE'S HARD FOR THE BLACK MAN,
HARDER FOR THE MEXICAN,
LOWEST POINT OF MY LIFE?
WISH I WAS AT THAT DEPTH AGAIN,
THE GOOD FLIP FLOP,
FROM GIVER TOO A BEGGER,
WHO USED TOO BALL
BUT NOW JUST TALKS SHIT
LIKE CHRIS WEBBER,
TREAT, TRICK OR TREASURE...
LIVE WELL AND DIE DOPER,
PUT THIS SHIT IN YOUR PIPE
I WRITE SMOKERS...
THE ENDS DUMB.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

LATE NIGHT POETRY...FREEDOM/FREEHIM


LETTER TO A MONTGOMERY JAIL
by d.dunbar/bishop.g/kingyoda




SCRIBBLING THIS AT MY MOTHERS HOUSE,
ALOT IS ON ME
IN MONTGOMERY
WISHING THAT THEY LET MY FUCKING BROTHER OUT,
IT AINT EVEN LIKE A NIGGA GOT TIME,
BUT 60 SECONDS A MINUTE
THAT SHIT IS ON MY MIND,
AND 10 DAYS...THATS 240 HOURS,
MUTHAFUCK JOKES ABOUT
DROPPING SOAP IN THE SHOWERS,
CANT DO THE TIME
DONT DO THE CRIME
BITCH PLEASE,
THIS ABOUT
NOT PAYING A FINE
AND THEM HICKS FEE'S,
COLD ICEHOUSE IN THE GRIP OF MY PALM,
A SIP OF A LIQUID BOMB
TRIGGERS DUSEAN...
STILL MENTALLY CALM
PUSH UPS RIPPING MY ARMS,
AND THIS IS A PICTURE YOU CAN
PICTURE TILL DAWN,
VISUALIZE A NON SLEEPING WORRY'ER
SLASH WARRIOR,
HARD TO STAY ENCOURAGED
WHEN LIFE'S EMAILS
FORWARDS WAR TOO YA...


WHEN LIFE'S EMAILS
FORWADING WARS TOO YA?
ILL END IT WITH THAT
AND KEEP THE STORY SHORT FOR YA.

Friday, March 25, 2011

short bus shorty, SHAWT BUS SHAWTY POETRY!



SHAWT BUS SHAWTY!!!!!




ITS GONNA TAKE...
MORE THAN A UNKIND WORD
AND BAD INTENTIONS,
BEFORE I EVEN HALFWAY MENTION,
OR START YOU ON A PATHWAY
TOO CASCADES OF NIGGAZ SPITING
IN YO SAD FACE
AS YOU WALKED TOWARDS A LYNCHING!
ROPES ON THE KNECKS OF YO JOKES...
GUNS WITH KNIVES AT THE END OF THEM
IF FUN
YOU POKE,
WHOLE LOTTA MO
DUMBSHIT IF SEAN PROVOKED,
WHY SOUND THE TRUMPET FOR WAR
WHEN I CAN JUST CHOKE...
YO DUMB ASS?
YOU SEE MY CLASHES ARE NUMEROUS
FURIOUSLY RELEASING MY FURY
NOTHING WAS HUMOROUS,
SOME LEGIT, BUT SOMETIMES
SMASHED OVER STUPIDSHIT
KNEW THAT LIVES WOULD PROBLY BE RUINED
WHEN I WAS DOING IT!
PROCEED,
NOSEBLEEDS
IF WARNINGS YOU WONT HEED,
FAST CRASH DUMMIE ASSHOLE
GO TOO A SLOW SPEED,
RUNNING UP WILL GET
YO ASS LEFT WITH NO KNEES,
SAY WHAT YOU MUST
BUT SHUT YA FACE
TOO WHAT YOU DONT NEED.



Thursday, March 17, 2011

LATE NIGHT SHOOSTING....CALLED POETRY SHELLZ!



SHELLZ...by bishop g/ d.dunbar/kingyoda!



BEFORE I STARTED THIS ONE...
I PUT ON SHADES...
AND MENTALLY SWITCHED PLACES
WITH SOME JAPANESE WAVES...
I WONT DISCRIMINATE
FROM THE RICH....
OR THE SLAVES,
ILL WASH AWAY THE HIGHEST DWELLER
AS WELL...
AS THOSE LOWER THAN GRAVES,
ILL DISRACT YOUR FOCUS FROM PLAGUES...
THEN ADVANCE CANCER SO STRONG
YOU WONT NOTICE THE AIDS,
TAKE THE ACTIONS OF SOME FAGGOTS
WHILE IM QUOTIING THE BRAVE,
MUTHAFUCK JESSIE JACKSON
I STILL HOPE HE GETS SPRAYED....
NO PERFUME...
WORDS GLOOMY...YET...FULL OF LIFE,
WISH I COULD TRADE PLACES
RIGHT BEFORE THE BULLET SNIPED...
NOT JUST MALCOLM OR MARTIN...
BUT EVEN MEDGAR,
LIFE SUCKS...VACCUUM HOOVER..
FUCK J. EDGER.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

A LATE NIGHT CANDLE LIT RAMBLE...


AN INSTILLED ILLNESS by bishopg/d.dunbar/kingyoda




ANGER OF THE GUNRISE,
SLIPPERY HEATED MOMENTS
ITS SORTA LIKE THE AFTERMATH
OF WHEN THE SUN CRIES,

LIGHT WEIGHTED TRUTH
OFFSET BY TON LIES,
HEAVY IS THE HEAD OF THE CROWN...
FEET DOWN...
MARCHING TOO THE BEAT,
ILL COMPETE
UNTIL THE DRUM DIES,
THROUGH THE STORMS
OF HORNS...
HUMBLED BY
BY A SLICE OF BUMS PIE...
MY PRIDES BEEN OBLITERATED,
VICTIMISED,
THEN VILLAFIED...
NOW IM FEELING KINDA VINDICATED
AS VILLIAN IN THE MIDST
OF THESE GREAT TRICKS INITIATED
BY BITCHES WHO HATED
FROM THE GET GO!
WHEN NIGGAZ MENTALLY ACT PUSSY
THATS WHEN I LET THE DICK SHOW,
LOUD SOUNDS ,
BRIGHT LIGHTS,
HANDS LIKE IM BUSTING OFF A PORTABLE DISCO,
PEN DIAGNOSES AS POETICALLY SCHITZO.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

FLASH...LIL BITTA ANGER...R.O.A.R. POETRY



REFLECTIONS OF A REJECT....by dusean dunbar/bishop g/KINGYODA



I FLOWED
I GLOWED ON THE GLOW IN THE DARK TOUR,
HEART PURE,
SO PEACEFUL DONT WANNA START WAR,
I KNOW SMART WHORES
AND GENIOUS PROSTITUTES,
I ALSO KNOW DUMB ASS VIRGINS WITHOUT THE SCOOP
ON HOW TO LIVE LIFE,
IM NONJUDGEMENTAL,
FAMILIAR WITH BOTH SIDES
DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU INTO,
SIMPLE SHIT SEPERATE US ON COMPLEX LEVELS,
DEVILS TOSS BOULDERS
AND ANGELS TOSS PEBBLES,
WHATEVER,
FAR AS I CAN TELL THEY BOTH THROWING,
BE REAL...
CONSCIOUSLY INSIDE THEY BOTH KNOWING,
OR AT LEAST THINK
THEY DOING THE RIGHT THING,
I WONDER WHY I CONTINUE TO WRITE THINGS...
MAYBE I SHOULD BE OUT SIGHT SEEING,
LISTENING TO LUPE FIASCO'S IM BEAMING
WIDE AWAKE ...BUT ITS LIKE IM DREAMING,
MARTIN LUTHER KING
WITH AN EXCESS OF DEMONS,

YET INSTILL I GOTTA SPEECH FOR THE MASSES,
AND YOU CAN PUT IT TO A BEAT AND FULL BLAST IT,
THE MESSAGE...
MORE IMPORTANT THAN THE DELIVERER,
MAJOR WORDS FROM A MINIATURE...
POETICAL MINISTER,
LOCKED AND LOADED
TO ADMININSTER,
CONSEQUENCES
TOO THE CONCIOUSLY SINISTER,
HEART COLD TEMPERATURE
NIGGAZ WHO THINK WE SIMILIAR,
WACK ASS MIMICKER
ASHAMED IM KIN TO YA.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

FLASH!!!! PAIN POETRY...MISSION ABORT!!!


MISSION ABORT...A COMPLICATED TALE..by dusean dunbar/ bishop g/ king yoda




THE THOUGHT OF A PROUD FATHER PRAYING FOR ABORTIONS,
ITS ALMOST FORBIDDEN BUT... PICTURE THE ORPHANS,
FILTHY FLY MOUTHED CHILDREN BEING NEGLECTED,
NEVER TO BE CARED FOR
DEEDS OF THE WRETCHED,
OR SEEDS FROM THE TWO HUMAN BEINGS WHO GOT NAKED,
SEX GET WRECKLESS,
E.P.T. TEST SHIT,
NIGGA MAD,
BITCH CRYING IN THE BATHROOM
HISTORICALLY, UNPLANNED PREGNANCYS BADNEWS.
OK DECISION TIME
THIS BITCH SPEECHLESS
IM BAD WHEN I MENTION MINE
FEELING TENSION IN THE SPINE
REALLY WASNT FEELING MINE
I DONT WANT A LIVING THING DYING!
SOMEBODY GOTTA SAY IT THOUGH
CAUSE THIS THE TIME,
GUILT IS GUARANTEED
LIVES WILL BE ALTERED,
ORGANISM GROWING BECAUSE SOME MOTHERFUCKERS FALTERED
BLAME GAME
FINGER POINT, REALLY AINT NO RIGHT AND WRONG,
EXCEPT NOT KNOWING THAT BOTH PARTIES ARE RIGHT AND WRONG.



not really about me...kinda not kinda so...lets just say my past can relate a lil...but many people...fuck this explanation. nobody reads these anymore anyway.
peace...and protect the babies made and unmade in more ways than 1!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

THE FLOWWWW GOES ON!!!


FLOW GOES ON


by bishopg/d.dunbar/ king yoda




IM THE DERRICK ROSE
OF HEAVY FLOWS
AND EVERY GOAL
I SET...
IS WORTH GOLD
ON KNECKS...OF PHAROHS FROZE
IN DEPTHS,
UNREACHABLE...DIG IT OR NOT,
SEE I SEEK TO TEACH
LIKE THE SPIRIT OF PAC,
THEY CANT SEE THE GROWTH
LIKE INVISIBLE CROPS,
TAKING SHOTS
BRING THAT SHIT TOO THE RIM
AND ITS BLOCKED!
THE DWIGHT HOWARD
OF WRITING POWER, POETIC MUSTANG,
MIND STATE..FLOAT DOPE BOAT MOTION IS
BUS TRAIN,
NO MATTER WHAT NAME...TITLE I USE,
IM RIVALED BY FEW
IM WRITING THE BIBLE PART 2,
SO BISHOP SPIT RELIGIOUS TEXT
FROM A GROUND HIGHER THAN THE PRICE OF
CIGARETTES
MY FLAW IS IM GIMICK-LESS!

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

CALL IT BIRTH....


BIRTH...by duseandunbar/bishopg/kingyoda



IM OPPOSITE DRAKE COLOR
SHADE COLOR BURGANDY,
DARK BROWN , LIGHT PURPLE
A NEGROID HERCULES,
NOSE LIKE THE DADDY FROM GOODTIMES,
TEMPORARY LAY OFFS...
TURN INTO FOREVER, NO MORE GOODTIMES!
DOWN TOO DIE...
LIKE THE PAC...SUGE SIGNED,
WHEN INK NO LONGER APPEARS...
ITS WRITE IN BLOOD TIME!
CONTRACTED...SEAN PRACTICED
SEEING THROUGH THE CON ACTORS
READING PSALMS WITH A BLACK LIT!
BLACK AND MILD BUT I NO LONGER SMOKE,
THE BLACKEST CHILD JUANITA HAD...BUT SO DOPE
AND NO JOKE...HOPELESS TATTED ON MY RIGHT FOREARM,
MY LEFT ONE SAY IMMORTAL...
SO TOO ME
NEVER IS THE THE WARGONE
SPEAK ON...OR SHUT THE FUCK UP,
I USED TOO BE SO OPTIMISTIC THAT
I WOULD LUCK UP,
FINAL DESTINATION PROJECT IS UNDERWAY,
WINTER AND BLIZZARD MINDED BUT SPITTING LIKE A SUMMERDAY.


Wednesday, February 16, 2011

NEW POETRY! PART 1 OF....W.Y.D.A....


WHAT YOUR DEED'S ACHIEVED
by d.dunbar/bishop g/kingyoda



DEMONSTRATE,
WHEN YOU DIE,
ARE THEY GON COMMEMORATE?
OR JUST PRETEND AND TAKE
TIME OFF A NON BUSY DATE...
TOO HELP PUT YO SHELL IN THE DIRT,
OR ASHES IN A CAN
DEPENDS ON WHAT YOU WORTH,
CREMATION OPTION...
FAMILY SHORT ON CASH SCRAPEING,
FRIENDS AINT VOLUNTEERING A DIME...
THE PASTOR WAITING...
TOO GET HIS LIL FEE...
HE CHARGED FOR SOME SCRIPTURES,
A COUPLE "GOD CALLED YOU HOME'S",
AND BABY PICTURES
ON A WEAK ASS ONE WHITE SHEET OBITUARY,
VISUALIZING THIS SCENE IS
HEARTWRENCHING AND SCARY,
BURIED IN A THRIFT STORE SHIRT...
PANTS FROM THERE TOO,
THATS WHAT THOSE WHO IN CHARGE...
BUT DONT CARE ...
DO!

PART 2 IS COMING...





Friday, February 11, 2011

rap...A NEW RAP...I CALL IT REMINDERS



REMINDERS
BY BISHOP G/ KING YODA





IM A SOUTHSIDE NIGGA
WITH A NOSE LIKE AN EGYPTIAN,
EYES LIKE A PERSIAN...
WORDS WITH NO ENCRYPTION,
MIND LIKE NIKOLA TESLA
WIZARD, PROFESSOR
MENTALLY STRETCH YA
EVERYTIME I PRINT UP A LECTURE!

LESSER OR GREATER...
MORE HATERS THAN MOST,
INTIMIDATEM WITH DATA
JUST FROM THE NOTES I POST...
I QUOTE GHOST,
POETS FROM WAY BACK
WHO CROAKED,
AND STAY CLOAKED
IN MATERIAL UKNOWN TOO MOST,

THE HOST...

BUT SOMETIMES...
I BE IN GUEST MODE,
EITHER WAY IM DOPE
UNTIL THE FUCKING WORLD EXPLODE,
REST IN PEACE
ILL NEVER FORGET ESCO,
I HOPE TOO SEE YOU AGAIN
AT THE PLACE WHERE ALL THE BEST GO.

Friday, February 4, 2011

KING SHIT...WHEN UP IS DOWN


WHEN UP IS DOWN
by d.dunbar/bishopg/kingyoda




SIGNS OF LIFE
COUGHING IN A COFFIN,
I NOW KNOW WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN AVERAGE SHIT IS OFTEN...
AVAILABLE...
AND GREATNESS IS RARELY DISPLAYED,
IM SHARP TIP OF A BLADE
THINKING UNTIL MY GRAVE,
THE WORD ANDERSON SILVA....
WRITINGS LIKE PROFESSIONAL FIGHTERS
TRYING TOO KILL YA,
DESTROY YOUR DUMB ASS LOGIC
THEN REBUILD YA,
MY GOAL WAS ALWAYS GOLD
BUT I WILL USE
SILVER TOO OUT SKILL YA,
WHATTEVER YOU COOKING
I LOOK TOO OUT GRILL YA,
CANT CATCH MY DRIFT
LIKE HANDLESS OUT FIELDERS,
PILLARS OF WEAKNESS,
TOLERATING SLITHERING SNAKES
AND FAKES WHO REFUSE TOO WAKE
ON SOME SHEEP SHIT,
YOU'LL MEET YOUR FATE
AT THE BASE OF A STEEP CLIFF,
WHILE IM PROUD
SHOUTING ON TOP OF MOUNT DEEPNESS,
I SEE THIS CANT BE A PROBLEM
THAT WE FIX...
SURE WE SIMILIAR...
IM 9
AND HE'S 6.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

singing days are over...


SEAN WHINING'S( WINANS,LIKE BEBE AND CECE)

BY D.DUNBAR/BISHOP G/KINGYODA




CLOSE CALLS...
FAR TEXTS,
FINAL SEPERATION...
THE HOPE FALLS
I CANT STAND IT...
SPINAL DEVASTATION,
THE WHEEL CHAIRS
OF REAL TEARS
HAVE TOOK THERE LAST ROLL,
THE CRUTCHES
OF THE WHISPERS OF
SWEET NOTHINGS ARE OLD,

SHY'ED AWAY FROM HATE...
SO AT TIMES..I PLAY LOVED HER,
I DIDNT WANT TOO QUIT TOO SOON...
JAY CUTLER...
I STAYED UP TILL MIDNIGHT
BITCH- LIKE WITH MY LECTURES,
SINGING TOO THE GHOST'S
OF THE CHOIR ON THE STRETCHERS..

SILENCE SEAN!

Thursday, January 27, 2011

GIVE HIM A CHAIR...NEW 3. A.M. POETRY





MAN...SIT YO A-- DOWN
by d.dunbar/bishop g/ dacson wallstone/ kingyoda


THE STATE OF THE UNION,
THE FACE OF ILLUSION,
DISGRACED AND MISUSING
GREATNESS FOR ABUSING...
UNAWARE TOO OUR OWN LATENESS
ITS AMUSING,
WE CAN NOW WALK THE OWN PLANKS
OF OUR CHOOSING...
YOU CAN JUMP INTO THE LAKE OF CHEAP GAS...
OR YOU CAN CHOOSE THE OCEAN WITH THE B.P. GAS,

EITHER WAY, OIL SWIMMING
WHEN HEATED CAN BOIL DENIM,
BOIL MEN,
BOIL WEMON,
UNDER THE CONTROL OF
GARGOYLES AND GREMLINS!
SHAPE SHIFTING ACTORS,
AN UNHATEABLE FACE
PLAYS A MAJOR FACTOR,
BUT A BODY OF LIES CANNOT HIDE...
SO STAND UP AND SCREAM...
" I LOVE AMERICA" WITH PRIDE.

MAN...SIT YO ASS DOWN! video

Thursday, January 20, 2011

FOR A KING!!! NEW POETRY.









KING!!! by kingyoda/ dungeon dunbar/ bishop g



QUEEN MOTHER...
DID YOU KNOW A NIGGA SHOT DOCTOR KINGS MOTHER?
SUBMERGED THE DREAM
DROWNED HIS BROTHER?
THINGS UNDISCOVERED
THAT DONT HOVER FOR LONG,
THEY SWEEP SHIT UNDER THE RUG
ANOTHER SONG...
IS PLAYED...
BUT KILLERS...BE KIND ..AND PLEASE REWIND...
REWRITES IN HISTORY...
VISIBLY DESIGNED,
ATROCITIES COMMITED
THIS IS BIGGER THAN CRIME,
CANT CORRECT IT FOR CORRETTA
CAN WE DO IT IN TIME
BEFORE ANOTHER KING DIES?

IT PAINS ME TO SEE
STREAMS FROM EYES
OF QUEENS FROM LIES
WHEN KING DIES!

SEEMS THAT GREEN PAPER
CORRUPTED THOSE CLOSE...
TOO M.L.K. JR...
THE ONES HE NEEDED MOST,
HE'S SO EASY TOO QUOTE,
A MARTYR...
A SYMBOL FOR GRIEF AND HOPE
IM CRYING JUST READING HIS NOTES...
A LETTER FROM A BIRMINGHAM JAIL...
I KNOW THAT YOU WERE FREE'ER THAN THE COPS
WHO NOW...
BURN IN HELL!

KING.