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.