| Pass the Pink Mic
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
You should read the Bible every night in healthy portions,
I wrench up my rivals with my rhyme contortion,
You’re whack like abortion, my tongue twists like torsion,
The Word makes you wealthy like Nike endorsion,
God’s the bomb like atom, Christ’s the Prince of the Palace,
Pop the Dom Perignon, raise your glass and chalice,
To the Don of the dawn, you need Mass not malice,
From the Cavs with Lebron, to the Mavs in Dallas,
Wave your hands, shake your pants, check my triple threat stance,
Got the fans in the stands getting’ down and dancin’,
Cuz this man with the plan’s just too hot and handsome,
And I flow cuz I can, holdin’ emcees ransom,
See, you were never meant to mess with Heaven’s ballers,
When we repent/confess our soul and game’s are flawless,
You know Ron Artest should take our card and call us,
Dial 1-800-SAVIOR, or dial “D” for Wallace.
Human Amoeba @ 11:02 AM
Saturday, November 22, 2003
Hairs is on my chest like my name is Tom Selleck
Roast is in the oven, ask the Rock, can you smell it
Stanky on the spot, I'm so good like angelic
People call me Overzealous Psychedelic Relic
Overzealous monumentous rhymes fanatical
Psychedelic crazy bowel movement radical
Relic but I'm strong and rested from sabbatical
Kick this verse with emphasis Martin Gramatical
Look into the future, aks the Matrix Oracle
Arrange these mathematics order categorical
Master of the Discourse, call me King Rhetorical
Faster with disaster like proportions biblical.
J-So @ 5:39 AM
Friday, November 21, 2003
Dollar ring. JC. Trophy wife. Hawaii.
Gonna sing like, it's the one year anniversary
Of tha Pink Mic, Anna said pretty please
So I'ma hit nice, like Muhamed Ali
Coz I flow like a butterfly, and sting like a bee
Not like all the other guys, i'm the OtOt emcee
My savior is Jesus Christ, da MAN Holy
Coz I cook a lotta rice, with spam yummmy
Spam, Spam, Spam, for Anna the #1 fan
Sausage, Pork, Ham, and the Pink Mic in my hand
I eat it every day, it's so good, it's the best
Coz if I eat it enuf, I'll grow hair on my chest. Peace....
mC @ 1:35 PM
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
All the ballers in the land from NY to SD,
Shake yo’ butts, wave yo’ hands, and follow me!
All the ballers in the land from The Heights to A2,
Shake yo’ butts, wave yo’ hands, and do what I do!
Welcome to the summer school of Balling Excellence,
I’ll be your Professor E, ‘bout to drop some dimes ‘n sense,
Forget everything you knew cuz they have no relevance,
Cuz the game I got’s heavy, like your mom and elephants,
You’re a joker on my Court, I’m the King like Mufasa,
The only Heir-of-phat so you can call me Yasser,
Down low-D like I’m Kazaa, I’ll Strip you like Gaza,
I can take you lefty like my name was A. Borlaza,
Instead of groomsmen, it be more like broomsmen,
Cuz when I sweep up Phil, what’s E gonna do then?
I’ma dish out medicine, to Lum, Porta, Ryan,
Droppin’ G and the J, when it’s time for Soliman,
When it comes to FunKtion, got the gumption just to quit,
Cuz I can go by Hongshin, like the monks up in Tibet,
Meditate pade-Wang, I’m the yin to your Yang,
First step past Steve Kang, with biceps like B. Chiang.
Same ol’ Song and Danns like Ja Vu and Li’l Poon,
Ya know Scott is gettin’ pantsed and Davon Will-soon,
The beat’s in my feet, it’s easy and-I-rap-wit’-it,
Wipe the court and the street with PZ Vatanapradit,
I’ll buzz past 2 B’s, and wax Mpurity,
I’ve trained Classic-ly, so my string music’s sweet,
Been to three finals, so sweat this prophecy:
Dollar ring. JC. Trophy wife. Hawaii.
Human Amoeba @ 2:43 PM
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
We go deep inside the beat, take the pen to the sheet,
Try to hold the presence and essence of the seconds to see,
How the moment ebbs and flows, cuz a poet’s heart knows,
That in memories to come show our souls exposed,
And as our thoughts turn to words and our words to prose,
When we reminisce we kiss away all the world’s woes,
Want my past in a jar, and up on a shelf,
But instead I pop the top and examine myself,
Bare the mark of the beast, I’m ugly as Hell,
Heaven’s only panacea, can make my world well,
The Collectors,
The Life Reflectors,
We Believe.
Human Amoeba @ 9:47 AM
Monday, May 05, 2003
God’s Blessin’ me, so I bless the mic,
‘til eternity, surprise and delight,
Backwards blue D, on my dome just how I like,
Greene with NV, rock an a capella night,
’98, that is, I’m kinda outta the biz,
‘stead of fortune ‘n fame, I’m feelin’ family ‘n kids,
Droppin’ dimes, droppin’ rhymes, droppin’ ego ‘n id,
Eatin’ whack MC’s and rookies like these cookies I hid,
I’m a fool for stoopid flow, and best believe I spit it,
Grab my pen and pad cuz knowin’ me I might forget it,
Soakin’ up the Lord and NBA I love it, live it,
Cleanin’ up the board I grab my life and rebound pivot,
Outlet to my savior with a 3 that can’t be beat,
2 through the wrist and 1 through the feet,
Drivin’ past the demons, so get out yo’ seat,
Shakin’ bakin’ Satan with a Cross over on Calvary
Human Amoeba @ 7:20 PM
Monday, January 27, 2003
Men pause and ponder how my rhyme’s ridiculous,
So pleasant and precise so right on time meticulous,
In your hair and everywhere wit’ flow so ubiquitous,
My flavor’s top like tootsie pop so take a lick-a-this,
I’m a very verbal viper and I’ll snipe ya from afar,
The type to pry you open oh so slightly like ajar,
Yo, you’re quintuple bogey and I’m puttin’ for par,
I’ll smoke ya like a stogey or a ciga-cigar,
Chances are you choke on love o’ money love o’ lust,
Chances are you’re chillin’ with a sin that’s undiscussed,
Don’t you know in time it’s ash to ash and dust to dust?
Yooo, you wanna gamble with your soul? What if you bust?
Tired? uninspired? Satan’d love to see you fry,
So open up your heart to Christ cuz He be too fly,
He mended and ascended into deep blue sky,
Now His hands hold my Destiny like Li Mu Bai
Human Amoeba @ 1:52 PM
Monday, January 06, 2003
Suicidal psychos make no frickin’ sense to me,
Candy coated I’ve been voted emcee of the century,
If you’re preppin’ for a pardon Jesus Christ’s the One to meet,
Yo check it China Garden’s always got da buns to beat,
I’m never ostentatious, yo go check the dictionary,
Often overly outrageous written in my obituary,
I pray your life is light before you see the cemetery,
Come wit’ me ‘n bow the knee ‘n He will give you sanctuary,
Dumoeba takin’ over, my mic Pinky, I’m the Brain,
I’m hotta than a stove ‘n even Ziplock can’t contain,
Stank so good like Afterbaerth, I’m clown posse insane,
New Addition to the Kingdom, baby can you stand the Reign?
Make the catch tiptoe the wire like my name was Randy Moss,
Strike a match set crowds on fire like the Ghost at Pentecost,
JC took our 40 lashes, He gives gifts like Santa Clause,
My b-beats give you hot flashes like your mom and menopause
Human Amoeba @ 4:48 PM
Sunday, January 05, 2003
for a tasty treat
eat up this practice beat (click here)
so when we lay these tracks
your meter won't be whacks
Human Amoeba @ 3:06 PM
Saturday, December 21, 2002
I got a Bible full of raps, the King is on my side
Pass the mic on a slant and hit me in stride, cuz
On the cross He died for us, He should be glorified, and
Those who vilify the Lord, just love them, don't despise, cuz
The evil one resides in lies, his call is to divide and
Drag your soul down straight to hell on a one-way ride so
Seek the Lord, He loves you, no need to run and hide cuz
Hell goes on like Denny's with fried bacon on the side
Anyways, for wack MC's, take a look inside...
MC's they stink like booty lounging in formaldehyde and
My rhymes are comin' out the box so fresh so clean like Tide and
My rhymin' glides like when we used to slip on Slip 'N Slides and
My words are bona fide and yours a sin like suicide.
J-So @ 10:30 AM
Wednesday, December 18, 2002
shift F-7? what u b sayin?
'puters n keyboards is not wut i'm playin
i'll fry up yo' mouse n yo' pad like it's bacon
i shake-n-bake floppies to ground mash potatuh's
so put away macs n pc's on tha rack
it's time ta react coz mc O-T is bizack
i'm pickin up slack fo all tha rhymes that r whack
i'm holdin it down like a shot a congac
so swallow it up close yo' eyes open wide
this rap's gonna change you like jeckel n hyde
he died fo' pink mic, yo, he saved our behindz
can't mess wit dis aight, coz da king's on our side
mC @ 5:33 PM
*back to rock the pink mic.....
rock the pink mic....
MC Thumbz in da house!!*
here we go yo
here we go yo
so what so what so what's the scenerio~?
satan won't pass gO
don't collect 2 bones, nO
won't even try ta flO
i'm coming at ya in full stereo
even louder than dpma's ol' frO
they call me powerpuff, brO-
cuz i'll rock you like mojo to tha jojO
Gimme some mO'?!?
This Gospel is so serious, mysterious
makes you curious, delirious
Pharisees so blinded they were furious
Cuz they thought your ticket to heaven was to "be like us"
Those who were foolish all laughed and pointed
to the One who's holy and anointed
But in Him i trust, never disappointed
Expressing my love with all things lyrical
cuz to be loved by Him's nothing short of a miracle
don't go searchin for what's empirical
or make God's word something satirical
I've lived my life in chains
Felt all of life's pains
Everyday was rain
Rain
Rain
Drip, drip, drip to tha drop
STOP
Jesus said to me
I'll set you free
Just let me be
your ONE and ONLY
one love.
monkey bar chick @ 1:27 PM
make it right, rewind the tape, like slow-mo-stilly
freeze frame, contemplate flow-so-silly
simple, fun-da-mental-ly pro-found-really
the Word turns your can from boy to man like mo-town-philly
so hip-hoppers, pop'n'lockers fill the dance floor and the churches
all my poets rappers rockers go on forth and spread the Wordjust
don't waste time with empty rhyme or american idol searches
check what He bought in just one shot like Louisiana Purchase
Human Amoeba @ 1:14 PM
Original Pinksta postings from Cricket...Cricket...
11/29/02
Wicked Rhymes
Yes, it was a great weekend at Lorie's. Thanks Lorie for hosting. Thanks Lorie and Anna for cooking. Thanks everyone for creating good memories for me. Anyways, in tribute to such a great weekend, I've decided to drop a little something on you.
This is dedicated to the 6-man crew
Droppin' wicked rhymes in a VW
Tearin' the roof off of Kalamazoo
Gettin' funky fresh like Winnie the Pooh
My expressions
Designed to teach lessons
My wordplay's meant to keep you guessin'
It hurts you it's like cardiac arrestin'
I give assistance like I'm Travis Bestin'
Or like Andre Miller
My rhymes are stupid like Phyllis Diller
I'm nice like Michael Jackson's Thriller
I gotcha open like that store called Hiller's
Or Busch's
Move your tushes
I'm on fire like burning bushes
I taste good like those potatoes that mushes
I'm spouting rhymes like fountains that gushes.
Cricket... Cricket...
-Stanky Lebiftheque
12/2/02
my pink mic's so nice
you better think twice
before passin' it to me
i'll burn you cool like dry ice
my rhymes suck like my phone...
it answers itself..
I pee-uh on Nokee-a
and say see ya
onomatopoeia-splack
wouldn'twannabeya-smack
I'm outtie - bye
like pootie said
"not the tippie ty"
-MC Dumoeba
12/3/02
Rhymin' off the top of the dome like Agustin
Freestylin' profilin' the words that I'm bustin'
Sometimes I rhyme so sick like disgustin'
I'm so fresh and so clean like I'm dustin'
Ooo...
-Stanky Lebiftheque
Human Amoeba @ 12:24 PM
12/3/02
Rhyme of the Day
I gets crazy cuckoo like Jack Bauer
Hide your girl, I'll steeler like Bill Cowher
Just kidding, it's getting down to that hour
Shut down the computer, turn off the power
Make a PB&J to devour
Or some messed-up candy, Late and Nower
Now and Laters, kind of sour
Must make rhyme end, I don't know hower.
Yuck. Good night.
-Stanky Lebiftheque
12/4/02
don't make no sense
like scrumplicious
I'm nasty like my dishes
You're slow and I'm fast
like a new Catholic to Mass
I'm backwards like Memento
Future Present then Passed
bayou, like down under,
all the other mc's wonder
why all they get is... cricket... cricket...
and all I get is... thunder
applause
peacei'mout
-MC Dumoeba
12/5/02
Thunder, thunder, thundercats ho!
Lyrical cocaine to your brain, like blow.
Afloat in my boat, like row row row.
Whaddya say, Homer J? In yo face. Doh!
-Stanky Lebiftheque
12/5/02
i'm looney like the toonie
break casino's like I'm Clooney
Ocean's Twelfth man
I save the world
like greenspan
but not really cuz I couldn't bear
the cross that's embossed
on my skull
it's the cause so I floss
animal
or lamb, round my neck
keep your life in check
tried to go deep on stupid flow
like Sally, Montel, Geraldo,
I'm done it was fun
J you Rule like...whoa
-MC Dumoeba
Human Amoeba @ 12:22 PM
Tuesday, December 17, 2002
(continued from dec fourteen)
must trust my savior jesus, absolutely heaven sent
money power can't trust, bad way to get respect
my fam may leave me in the dust, my crew is not perfect
my future boo my lil crush, may one day make me upset
where's my hope and my trust? my unbreakable foundation?
there's no knowing just, how long'll take to shake them
don't i know i must, prepare for ill situations?
i can carry my own cross, or give it to Him who made them
coz in sight i see my problems, stayed up so many nights,
i've tried myslef to solve them, 'stead a goin to the light
i've dropped the ball i've fallin, messed up my short-lived life
i learned to start on callin, on him to make it right
mC @ 4:18 PM
Monday, December 16, 2002
Shift F7? I got you shiftin’ in your seat,
I'll shut you down faster than ctrl+alt+delete,
I’m hard drive master, down the lane, convert for 3,
I’m P4, 1.7 and you’re Apple IIe
Tough to beat like the Glove and Supersonics
got you seein’ trails like you was smoking ana-chronics
I’m triple Ph.D, you're still Hooked on Phonics
I'm such a cunning linguist I flow in Flip-bonics
aNo Ba, ASo? siNonG diTo?
SinOng tAtaY mO?
TIto A-mEe-bO.
Praise God up in this piece…I’m out.
Human Amoeba @ 5:25 PM
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Welcome to Pass the Pink Mic...
For your lyrical pleasure we would like to
extend a warm pink welcome to
MC Conehead... 45 seconds... go...
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check it, Pink mic in the hand,
we're so silly, i don’t understand
Here we go, here we go,….
J to the E to the S-U-S
Just say yes and leave the rest
to Him, whose got, unconditional love,
desires us home, in heaven above.
We fell short, of His awesome glory,
Yet He gives, us an amazing story,
We yearn to write, sadly on our own,
Neglecting to see, what’s unknown
Only He, can save our butts
when devious Satan’s callin us.
How do we live, in this awful world of sin,
Where do we find, the strength within?
Blessed with people, we call ‘em friends,
Who’ll forever be, but it really depends,
God gives us hope, that someday we’ll be
One big happy, family.
Hoping to see, you someday in heaven
Gotta end this now, don't wanna resort, to shift F7.
=)
Human Amoeba @ 4:13 PM
Saturday, December 14, 2002
Stop smokin', chokin', gropin', strokin', give it up like Lent
Some people like to think they're God and show no penitence
Position, money, power, wealth, have no significance, like
MC's in a fog, they're dense, they have no relevance
Just Who is in that monstrance is of utmost consequence
Believe in Him, don't ride the fence or claim ambivalence
MC's be fake like Nutrasweet or some equivalent, and
My delivery makes MC's squeal like in Deliverance
My rhymes are like a mystery, I keep you in suspense
Lyrically I'm ice, I'm maverick like Raef LaFrentz
Word to Hyperwest, thanks for your time ladies and gents
Trust your Savior Jesus absolutely Heaven sent.
J-So @ 3:52 AM
Friday, December 13, 2002
Oooh, ya'll need to know, where they stand,
That they share a special thing called Love,
I know they do, what about you?
Do you need Him in your life?
You can run all you want to,
Shun all you want to,
Money'll just taunt you,
Girls'll just daunt you,
He'll always want you,
when nobody wants you,
If you die now.... WHOA....hold up...
If you die now, can you face the consequence,
ponder eternity, flesh burns like incense,
Satan gettin' high, off yo' a$$ that don’t repents,
Smokin’ up your sin, brother give it up like Lent-s
Human Amoeba @ 1:37 PM
Thursday, December 12, 2002
I humbly pick up scraps, like I pick up microphones
Cacophonic phony rappers bore me just like dialtones
Cologne MC's they stink and duplicate like they was clones
I'll disgust you with percussion like I'm playing xylophones
Stop. REMIX!
When I say Ryan, you say Lorie.
Ryan! Lorie!
Ryan! Lorie!
When I say praise, you say God.
Praise... God!
Praise... God!
When I say scream, thank God up above. When I say scream, thank God for all His love.
When I say scream, thank God up above. When I say scream, celebrate God's love.
Scream!
CONGRATULATIONS RYAN AND LORIE!
J-So @ 11:29 PM
yo, yo...
so here I go, I'm here, hooked into the scene
pass the pink mic and read me droppin my mean
lyrics, my style, you ain't never heard,
look into the dictionary - I'mma give you a word.
NEWS, something, for people to hear,
Friends Romans countrymen yo lend me your ears.
Here's the story, started half a decade ago,
of a lovely girl named Lorie hanging out at Necto's.
She was chillin, dancin - gettin into the groove
When along came a buster trying to show off a move.
They hit it off, he's cocky, she's cute there's no doubt,
it took them less than three days to really figure it out. Complications aside yo, all that is behind 5 years running and there's no way to confine the love, they share - to prove this isn't a fling, they both fly down to Florida - he gives her a ring.
Engaged, believe it, and in the future it's true,
the Sacrament of Marriage - yo there's so much to do.
Thank you all, we're blessed, we feel all your love,
And we know the Lord is watching us from Heaven above
I thank God and His blessings yo, His will be done,
He'll give us all we need cos look He gave us His Son.
That's it, I'm out - what you had was a taste
DJ Tasty's in the house and I'll be up in your face
with rhymes, and lyrics, even beats maybe more -
you'll be you pickin up the scraps that I just dropped on the floor...
ryan @ 10:03 PM
***SPECIAL GUEST APPEARANCE FROM MC THUMBZ***
ya'll need to recuh-nize that it's time
for the one-n-only MC Thumbz to kick a rhyme
check one two
i said check one two
now it's time for you
to hear how i do
the things i do
when i flow for my crew
down in what used to be
the three-one-three
but from b rabbit i heard
it's now the three one third??
wErD
now back in the five-eight-six
i throw it in the mix
i'll play you suckas like pick-up-stix
i hope you didn't expect this lyrical princess to just be subservient
ain't got no time to just be idle cuz we're transient
guests of this world so keep climbing that gradient
called life with a goal so radiant
like nike we just do it, be obedient
and our God almighty won't disorient
as long as you know that the word of the Lord
is sharper than any ol double edged sword
so for sho you can't afford
to not let this gospel strike a chord
that's why we spend our hours
at work and play to hone our powers
to fight the fight for our blessed savior
so you best check your behavior
cuz He's sending you signs like professor Xavier
check yo mind cuz He's glorious like no otha
wErD to yo mutha.
so to my hEiGhTs crew HOLLA!
and thanks to anna who sprung a dolla
so we could rock the pink mic
rock the pink mic
one love
monkey bar chick @ 11:17 AM
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
with methods Sacramental, like Baptism and Eucharist
i'm armed with gloves made of love as if i were a pugalist...
a lyrical fighter, i throw my rhymes out instead of fists
knock you out anyway, trust me, you won't be missed
another victim of my rhythm, they try to jumpstart your system
seeing lights like a prism, your brain's been split like the Schism,
your body's a catclysm, spurting blood like it's jizzm,
in search of healing power, you pick up the Catechism
of the Church, starts your search, of the gifts and all the glory
through your need, you drop your greed, and you read about His story
in order to live, you must forgive, and for your sins you must be sorry.
If you trust above, you'll get true love...just ask Ryan and Lorie.
God Bless you two. Congrats!
Pogiboy @ 6:07 PM
speaking of the Lord and intervention that's divine,
that's what you'll need to cure your rhyme's so dead like flat line,
vocabulary guru, my skill's phat like pork rhind,
so contagious that instead of eye you're getting pink mind,
my words get stuck inside you, it's like scary, cancerous,
one cell one word grows through you like dumoeba lyri-cyst,
chances are you're lost in this cold lonely world's abyss,
that's why you check the cross, check His feet, check His wrists,
check pink mic, i'ts cheap, just like Thrifty car rental
like prophecy insurance, I got vision, I got dental,
I'm a lyrical Matchmaker like as if my name was Yentel,
come closer to the Light, via methods Sacramental
Human Amoeba @ 4:43 PM
Tuesday, December 10, 2002
God forgives our sins and conquered death by resurrection
When I rhyme the pressure elevates like hypertension
I'm the principal of rap school and I'm handing out suspensions
I'm original, strive to defy all logic and convention
Monumental like erection, deep like introspection
I entice and dice like anatomical dissections
Concoct and mock all MC's with my lyrical perfection
Miraculous like Mary and Immaculate Conception
I'm positive, not negative, I have no cruel intentions
And my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ I'm obliged to mention
Fiends hiss and diss the crucifix and cause angry dissension
But God will set the world straight by divine intervention.
J-So @ 11:22 PM
Hmmm... what this? smells like Otot...
Stanky like biftheque,
want more? come sniff my foot,
I'll febreeze you
my rhymes squeeze you,
words so tight like girdle,
fresh,stealthy,cute, like
Teenage Mutant Ninja Squirtle,
I spin a tale like Veggie,
silly son, yo rhyme blows,
like genitale and wedgie,
leave you hurting, exposed,
from east to Hyperwest,
from drisilla to li'l ho's,
everybody reconize,
first He died and then He rose
Human Amoeba @ 4:38 PM
subtraction n addition?! look who yall been missin!
mc OtOt is in tha system! so add him to tha vision!
i got tha mic u betta listen, it’s pink but don’t be dissin
coz ill rhymes will be written, all your pride i will be strippin
so sit down for a second, or maybe even a minute,
put salt in your wounds, they’re cuts from my made up,
rhymes that’ll phase ya, their sharp like a rayza,
so hype they’ll amaze ya, so strong they’ll sedate cha,
can’t hide coz they’ll find ya, can’t run coz they’ll chase ya,
from nyC to the bay aREa, to tha D’s well-off suburBIa,
my rhymes come in dolby digita’, surround sound and in sterea’
can’t touch them if u had tuh’, it’d smack ya like a pimped up
sista with her chin up, so surrender now and give up
i’ll take u on and spit cha’, i’ll trap u in any getup,
no one here will miss ya’, not yo’ mommy not yo’ sista,
from australia to aFRIca, to my birthland in maNILa
you'll wish u never stepped up, to the mc oToT setup. PuHeace!
mC @ 10:17 AM
Wishin' I was on vacation golfin', eatin', fishin'
Bounce pass the mic to SLB with your lyrical point guard dishin'
Like Brian Grant in Portland from Scottie Pippen's assistin'
Wack MC's can't hang with us, they're busts like Eddie Griffin
But I combust, I'm dynamite like explosive nitroglycerin
Strip down MC's like turpentine or glue that they be sniffin'
They replicate like CD-R's, copy, stealin', rippin'
But I deliver guaranteed like USPS shippin'
Sometimes my rhymes are so defined it's impossible like mission
Put words together, spit 'em, split 'em, blow up the spot like fission
Our group has grown and multiplied, not divided like division
Stay humble cuz He gives and takes like subtraction and addition.
J-So @ 3:58 AM
Monday, December 09, 2002
Keyser Soze? Isn't he just imagination?
A fake? A Poser? A Master of Perpetration?
Now pass ME the mic and witness my escalation...
MC Pogi on the mic. This is my debut
So high at the top, all you see are my shoes.
But I'm lovin' the Word and how you're spitting out truths.
Trying to clear up the fog for those ones with no clues.
So Listen. We're all Christian.
Trying to avoid Satan's lies that he's twistin.
Drinking up the the Truth as if we're double fistin',
Sleigh bells ring, are you listenin'?
A Merry Christmas to you is all that I'm wishin.
Peace.
Pogiboy @ 2:29 PM
From NBA to MBA,
Drop dimes like I drop class,
No looks, no books,
but I still pass,
watch me move my rooks,
checkmate yo' a$$,
pink mic in hand
got no respect
inside, drop pride,
like genuflect,
my rhyme's look nice
like MC Pogi-
Boy- leave 'em hungry,
like empty perogie
when rhyme's the crime,
time after time who's blowin' up the roof?
the Usual Suspect,
just like Keyser Soze - poof
I'm gone...
Human Amoeba @ 12:04 PM
Like Ray Allen shooting 3's you know I never miss
Rejecting wack MC's like shots, like I was LudaChris
Old ways and habits to dismiss with a farewell kiss
Leave you crying with my diss, like no presents on Christmas
Scratchin' like disc jockeys pissed all gifts from your wish list
No bikes, no trains, no video games, I'm the biggest rhyme store there is
Gee whiz I have all types of flow and you have none of it
Leave you bloody like slit wrists and laugh for the fun of it
Like Chariots of Fire, I make a run of it
Like expressing love for Upper Room, I've got a ton of it
Make people crazed like concert riots, pushin' and shovin' it
Pass the mic like NBA, just for the love of it.
J-So @ 4:29 AM
Sunday, December 08, 2002
Lather Rinse Repeat
Repeat Lather Rinse
My mind's labyrinth
spits rhymes like it's mint
Listerine
so hot in my mouth
so cool comin' out
so fresh words I spout
No doubt, my Jesus'
gots clout and mad skillz
Don't pout, cuz He's
all about Love's thrillz
He's fine,
on point,
permanent,
marks like Sharpie,
He's mine,
yours,
omnipotent,
sparks like Sparky,
Anderson
that old Tiger GM,
The Lion slash Lamb,
From Dawn to PM
Sets Me Adrift
On Memory Bliss
My old life I wll
never miss
Human Amoeba @ 3:09 PM
Romans 12:2, like renewal of the mind
Discern what is the will of God, relax and unwind
You say you wanna battle? Like Nirvana, nevermind
I refute MC's like evil, with God I am aligned
So here's a verbal workout, like Eric Nies's Grind
Our rapping skills are finely honed, so why are we unsigned?
On any given Sunday I take my bread and wine
From the work of human hands and minds, like pulling grapes off vines.
So give it up to Jesus, just surrender in a bind
Unlike good women and good men, He's never hard to find
One obsession for eternity, like my ni**a Calvin Klein
And I wear a fake gold Rolex, cuz He's always right on time.
J-So @ 9:55 AM
Saturday, December 07, 2002
Anything but that, check 3 2 1
Dumoeba MC, countdown like Houston,
you have a problem, cuz I'm ready to launch,
stop traffic with my skills, like I'm officer Ponch-
arelli, so smelly, are my feet cuz I'm Run Ning
past you on the inside track like I'm Mun Ying
Cheung, Connie, check the six o' clock news,
Spit the wit and HighLight like I'm ESPN twos,
Spinnin and scorin' like my last name was foos-
ball, be a-Paul-ed, like Romans 12:2...
Human Amoeba @ 3:30 PM
Anything but that, check one two three
LL Pooh J on the M I C
Everyone is Filipino on my family tree
Cuz being Filipino is the place to be
Like being in a state of grace
Or floating in outer space
Or running long distance
Like I was running an eternal race
So lace up your Nikes or your Reeboks or your Keds
I'm lyrical gangbangin' so hide me from the feds
Don't bother comin' at me if your microphone's red
Cuz my microphone's pink and you'd be better off dead
With your kindergarten rhymes like Jackie Horner in the corner
I offer you a turn and you say that you don't wanna
Actin' like you're hot like you be swimmin' in a sauna
But I'm killing you with kindness as if my name was Donna
So accept my elbow to your head like I was Sergeant Slaughta
LL Pooh J is out to play so hide your women and your daughtaz
I'm the elder of the group so respect me like you oughta
Rhyming and dying for JC as if my name was martyr.
J-So @ 2:06 AM
say something...anything...
check one two three!!!
...anything but that.
monkey bar chick @ 12:41 AM
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