NAW...NOT DONE YET!!! NEW 2 MINUTE MIND EXPLOSION

AIRING MEESELF OUT by dusean dunbar/ bishop g






LOVE IS IN IN ME
YOUR SOMEONE I COULD NEVER ENVY,
HEFFA WITH LESS THAN PLENTY..
GODS GONNA SEND THEE
STRAIGHT TO THE BOTTOMLESS PIT
HEARTLESS BITCH...IM REMARKABLY PISSED
OFF WITH BALLED UP FIST,
THEN I BREAK THE MIRROR...
STEERING A CREAM LINCOLN WRECKLESS,
CHILDREN NAMES ETCHED ACROSS MY DOGTAG KNECKLACE,
IN DEPTH AND READY FOR DEATH BUT NOT REALLY
IM SLEEPDEPRIVED DEPRESSED AND TEXTING ALL SILLY,
NAW...AT THE PRESENT MOMENT IM PHONELESS
CLOSET IN MY TRUNK HOMELESS BUT AT LEAST I GOT
MY OWN WHIP...SPEAKING OF THAT SOMBODY HIT IT...
DENTED MY SHIT AND SMOOTH GOT AWAY WITH NO TICKET,
DECAYING OLD BISHOP...DISMAYED AND DETERED,
TRYING TO GET BY SINGING THESE 3 WORDS...
FUCK THIS SHIT.....FUCK THIS SHIT...
I LOVE YOU...BUT FUCK LOVE WHEN IT GETS LIKE THIS.



ABOUT ME...BUT ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE TOO.

What If...

What If...

What if I stopped writing poetry...

What if people never got inspired by what they read...

What if my poems were just rhymes?...

Filled with violence, money and dymes...

Would you still call it a poem??...

what if I never heard a hip hop song?...

What if I never heard Biggie or pac growin up?...

Would I be the same as I am now or just a fuck up?

Would I be walking around disrespecting females?...

Be a drughead busy being focused on a road to fail...

Would crime be a part of my life?..

Would living paycheck to paycheck and 60 hour weeks suffice?...

I dont even want to think twice, Hip Hop saved my life...

No lie, she kept me alive, HIP HOP SAVED MY LIFE...

I carry her essence in my heart, she keeps me away from the dark...

No.. no she never died, she's just hiding, playin it smart...

While her son RAP breeds names that steal her identity...

No she's not dead, she's very well alive within you and me...

She fought for me when I was a kid, so I fight for her...

While she's hiding, I am part of an army fighting for a cure...

Fighting so she's still alive tomorrow without a need to hide...

Hip Hop... saved my life... so now I fight for her to be alive...

Shout out to artists who fight for Hip Hop!!

Shout out to Lupe Fiasco, Bishop G, Nas, Common, Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Affion Crockett, John O., propaYne, Turbo, Wale, Outkast, Kanye West, K1ngEljay, June, Cali Prince, Tony Gibbs, EVERYONE AT ETA IOTA RHO (world's first hip hop fraternity) and EVERYONE ELSE I FORGOT TO MENTION!!! Hip Hop is very well alive, she's just struggling and we need to continue to fight for her everyday!!

~Rhymestyle~

NEVER GONNA MAKE IT

NEVER GONNA MAKE IT...BY DUSEAN DUNBAR/ BISHOP G 11 07 08





IM NEVER GONNA MAKE IT
IVE BROKEN WHAT I MADE,
I GUESS ITS SAFE TO SAY IT,
HOPE NEVER GOT ME PAID,

AT TIMES I HOLD MY HEAD HIGH IN SHAME,
THEN LOWER MY HEAD DOWN WHEN MY DOMINANCE REIGNS,
IM THE MAN STUCK UNDER WHAT I OVERCAME,
I LEAVE HOSPITAL BURN UNITS LOOKING FOR FLAMES,

IM NEVER GONNA MAKE IT,
IVE BROKEN WHAT I MADE,
I GUESS ITS SAFE TO SAY IT,
HOPE NEVER GOT ME PAID,
HARD WORK ONLY LINED MY POCKETS WITH POCKET CHANGE,
DAMN...ANOTHER COURT DOCKET WITH MY NAME,
IN THE CLOSET OF MY BRAIN IS WORN OUT THOUGHTS,
I NO LONGER FIT IN THE TALKS THAT I BOUGHT,
CANT WEAR WHAT I WROTE,
OH WHERE IS MY BOAT,
IM FLOATING DOWN A STREAM OF DREAMS
WHILE LEAVING NOTES,
SO IF YOU HAPPEN TO FIND THIS
READ IT AND HEED.....
TAKE CAUTION TO THE COST OF MY DEEDS,

IM NEVER GONNA MAKE IT,
IVE BROKEN WHAT I MADE,
ITS NOW SAFE TO SAY IT,
HOPE NEVER GOT ME PAID.



I REALLY LIKE THIS...IT JUST BUST OUT MY FUCKIN HEART.I WROTE THE SHIT WHILE BITING MY BOTTTOM LIP...LOOKING SERIOUS AS HELL AT MY NOTEBOOK.
BACK TO WRITING ON PAPER SEEING AS THOUGH A PIG STOLE MY COMPUTER.

ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOY.
I LOVE YOU. PEACE

THE GHOST OF KUNTA...LIKE YOU KNOW...KUNTA KINTAY FROM ROOTS.

THE GHOST OF KUNTA by dusean dunbar/ bishop g




THE SHACKLES BECAME PART OF MY SKIN AS A SLAVE,
IF ANY ONE NEEDS ME I'LL BE IN MY GRAVE,
NO KEY WAS SUPPLIED...
SO NOW MAY THE WORMS EAT MY EYES
I SPEAK TO YOU AS HE WHO DIED,
I GUESS THE MODERN DAY HARRIET TUBMAN FORGOT ME,
IN THIS HORRIBLE PLACE
I NEED NOT BE,
WHO WAS FREED FROM THE DEMONS GREED?
NOT ME,
PRAISE VULTURES FOR PUPIL PECKING SO
I DO NOT SEE,
SO LAY ME DOWN DEEP
SMOTHER ME WITH ROCKS
WITH DIRT AND OTHER EARTH
DROPPED ON TOP OF MY BOX,
I WATCHED THE PLANTATION CHANGE
AND OTHERS EARN FREEDOM,
IM SORRY LORD I WAS MISLED...
HOW DARE I TRY TO LEAD THEM!
I DIDNT TRY BUT I WAS LOOKED UPON
PEOPLE GATHERED HUNGRY FOR KNOWLEDGE
SAYING THE COOK IS SEAN,
WHAT YOUR READING IS EXPLOSIVE
LIKE A BOOK OF BOMBS,
I MET THE THIEF OF BREATHING
AND HE TOOK MY LUNGS,
JUST EULOGIZE ME AS A BROTHER WHO BLED BRAVE,
REJOICE FOR THE FREE SPIRIT
PHYSICALLY DEAD SLAVE.




I REALLY LIKED THIS ONE....I WAS LISTENING TO THE NEW ROBIN THICKE...RIDING THROUGH THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS LOOKING AT THE SCENERY OF GODS BEAUTIFUL LAND..AND I ALL OF A SUDDEN JUST FELT HOPELESS UGLY...BUT AT THE SAME TIME...LIKE AN ARTISTIC NIGGER GHOST.
IT TOOK ME 12 MINUTES TO WRITE IT. HOPE YALL ENJOYED.

The Makings Of...

What makes me.. Me and you you...
What's the effect of a cause that I do...
Do I cause happyness in you?...
Do I cause a pain to come through...
What if I met myself in someone else's shoes?...
What would I think of me as others do?...
Switch it back up, I am me and you are you...
And I notice who I am as I conclude...
I am a man of vision, a man on a mission...
A man pursuing life of a better condition...
Lived through genocide, survived extermination...
Lived through hate from being from another nation...
I grew, I fought, I moved, I learned...
I hated, I cried, I loved, I earned...
Today I look at my past, and go for tomorrow...
Got goals to accomplish now cause time is borrowed...
No more excuses, no more wasting time...
This... Is the making of Rhymestyle...

~Rhymestyle~

Note: Sorry Bishop, had to bite of ya poem below... that poem was the truth!

THE MAKINGS OF....

THE MAKINGS OF.....by dusean dunbar/ bishop g


NO KUDOS OR VIEWS
CAN DO JUSTICE TO MY VIEWS,
NO NEW HOES OR SHOES,
JUST NEW FOES AND BLUES,
MORE MISCOMMUNICATION AND MISSING
THOSE I LOVE MOST,
REPLACING EMPTY SPACE AROUND ME WITH
FUCKING GHOST,
NO TOUR IS FUN ENOUGH
NO AMOUNT OF MONEY CAN
FILL THE VOID
IN A HOLLOW LONELY HUNGRY MAN
NOT HOLLOW BECAUSE HE FULL OF LOVE
BUT ITS USELESS
STUCK SCREAMING HOW IN THE FUCK
AM I TO DO THIS?

DO YOU LIKE ME?
DOES HER OR LU LIKE ME?
IF I WERE YOU AND YOU WERE ME
WOULD YOU LIKE ME?
WOULD I LIKE YOU?
FUCK LIKE...I'D LIKELY LOVE
THE SIGHT OF A DISTURBED
SELF RIGHTEOUS ...LIGHT BULB!

I THINK IM JUST AN IDEA
OR A THOUGHT,
OF WHAT TO DO AND WHAT NOT TO DO
THAT IS TAUGHT,
A LIFE FULL OF LEARNING
BROKEN DOWN INTO SERMONS
SEPERATED INTO BOOK CHAPTERS
FOR THE TURNING,

I LOVE VON, DONNA, ALLEN AND TIJUANA,
LIL HOWARD, BRYAN ,HOWARD, ANNETTE AND MY MOMMA,
SIMON, JASON, WASA, JOSEPH, ISIS AND BIG MATO,
DUNBARS, JEFFERSONS, WOFFORDS AND MANY JACO,
ART, NEW MOVIES, PIZZA, MUSIC I DID,
DOUBLE CHEESEBURGERS AND ALL OF MY KIDS,
WRITING, FIGHTING THE GOODFIGHT AND PILL POPPIN,
I STILL LOVE TWEAKING SINGING CHRIS BROWNS POPPIN,

THE MAKINGS OF A LOSING WINNER...
WHAT MAKES YOU?

SHORT THOUGHTS OF SEAN...by dusean dunbar

THOUGHTS OF SEAN....SLOW TYPING
INCOMPLETE COMPLETENESS


THE SONG HAS ENDED
I KEEP SINGING
LIKE IM LONG WINDED,
LOSING IN THE RACE
STILL THINKING
IM GONE WIN IT,
CONTEMPLATING MY BONES DENSENESS...
I WANNA FLY MAN,
REVEALED DREAMS
OF BUILDING NIGGER WINGS
IS MY PLAN,
NAH...I CANT BUILD THOSE
CRACKERS WOULD HACKEM OFF
SCREAMING GETTEM OFF BLACKIES BACK
SO I CANT GET CAUGHT,
HE WHO HOPES TO FLOAT
MUST KEEP IT UNDER WRAPS,
OR BECOME A MEMORY
LIKE THE THUNDERCATS.

Farenheit 1/15 presents... Damage Reversal

To anyone who doesnt have it, get it here! just click on Damage Reversal below

Damage Reversal

Enjoy!

THE O.J. SIMPSON LYNCHING!!!

THE O.J. SIMPSON LYCHING by dusean dunbar/ bishop g




OK........O.J. TIME!!!!

FIRST OF ALL...THERE IS NO DOUBT OR WAY IN HELL THAT THE MAN HAS JUST BEEN LYNCHED! FUCKED OVER...MADE AN EXAMPLE OF...DONE IN BY THE MAN...SET UP FOR THE BUTTFUCK!

AN ALL WHITE JURY COMPRISED OF 9 WHITE WEMON AND 3 WHITE MEN...
THE ITEMS HE SUPPOSEDLY TRIED TO GET BACK WERE STOLED FROM HIM...I MEAN ADMITTEDLY STOLEN FROM HIM. RON GOLDMAN...THE MAN OJ SUPPOSEDLY SHANKED, HIS FATHER HIRED THE MUTHAFUCKAZ TO STEAL THE STUFF. THIS IS ALL KNOWN. ONE OF THE MEN WHO WAS SUPPOSEDLY KIDNAPPED AND ROBBED EVEN FLAT OUT ADMITTED THEY WERE SETTING O.J. UP! WEARING WIRES...LYING..ALL TYPES OF DIRTY FLATOUT SHIT.
JUST LIKE THE FIRST TIME WHEN PEOPLE WERE LYING AND PLANTING SHIT ON O.J. SIMPSON AND IT TURNS OUT MUTHAFUCKAZ WAS RACIST AND PLOTTING ON HIM.

WELL THEY FINALLY GOT HIM YALL! THEY HAVE DONE HIM IN UNFAIRLY AND UNJUSTIFIED AND I SWEAR THIS IS SO SAD AND ANGERING. THERE SHOULD BE PROTEST...RALLYS AND CALLS TO ACTION FOR THIS PUBLIC LYNCHING. O.J. IS A FATHER, GREAT ATHLETE, GREAT ACTOR..BUT FUCK ALL THAT! O.J. SIMPSON IS INNOCENT OF THESE TRUMPED UP CRACKER CHARGES.

I SAY DAMMMMM DAMMMM DAMMM.

PLATFROM O.G. T.V. BISHOP G. J .BOOGIE SI GUNZ

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