PUM PUM

[PUM PUM]

THE MUSIC FA DA PUM PUM...

http://youtu.be/8GEOo-ZsB_s

All off in these hypervisual dreams of your pussy played out in a sex crazed mentality... Some a dat wreck a punani insanity... Beat... Beat... Pussy destruction, reconstruction.

You want a gentle-man you better go and find you one cause I be's pussy beast supreme.

I drop the most massive of fuck weight... If it aint fuck nasty freaky it aint me.

Thump... Thump, all in dem walls.

I talk this way cause beast need... Beast need...

Savagely.

Walk in the door, rip clothes off and just take that pussy...

Let you take this dick.

I in awe a dat pretty pussy that comes in so many styles, so many delectable flavors.

Just pure dee fucked up in the want to fuck you up.

GODDAMNNNN!!! You fuck me up!!!

I am going to perform straight ballet in that pussy.

Told ya I was a beast.

THEM TITTIES

[THEM TITTIES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS MASSIVE ROMP... YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/JFP1U3hG1Qk

I aint no tittie man but them big ol thangs got me all fucked up.
Big pretty black nipples and such beautiful areola, always have liked that word... seems to roll off the tongue like a lick...
Just a lick.
Mmmmmm.
Woman I want to rub my brown into your brown as I lay you down...
Your cream and mine blended into a sweet concoction of the fuckality of you and me.
A drink of the taste and texture of ambrosia gracing gold cups...
Pour thyself across my taste buds... Run down on me in hot rivulets of little deaths as the Asians say...
Cum in the center of your brain and let it explode in lyrical displays of "Beat that pussy daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me !"
I ain't no tittie man but you got me rethinking that position... reconsidering that line of reasoning.
Pretty brown and so damn full as they jut out that way.
Dick all down in the seam of my pants... dripping pre-cum and straining to be freed from this cotton cage.
I have the strongest desire to grab you roughly and tear the clothes from your skin... squeeze your breasts and put both of your nipples in my mouth while you ride the thick of me.
Grab them from the back as they hang and swing with me beating rhythmically at the walls of your tight punanni... spanking those ass cheeks.
Whew!
Them titties... Them titties.

LOVE TORN

[LOVE TORN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/3jzRSt5kB5k

When I see your face my heart bleeds blood into the tingle in me... Tears at the corner of my eyes.
Once we were everything, once when the world was ours to conquer... Once when our connection was so strong that walls fell in our presence.
So many nights have I awakened to the manipulations of you... Memories of a dream that while I wishing to stay fades away.
So many times have I dreamed of us beating as one again...
Once everything now nothing as the days race by to the end... Whether now or a year in the future where you in my soul still burn...
Fire so hot that in its passing planets are rendered asunder... So hot that even devils in hell would run to escape its heat.
Vaporization as across the plains doth it sweep.
Angels wings beating a fluttering pattern of sound into the mental skies where a humbled man finds torment while confronting pain.
Finds comfort in the knowledge that there is a tomorrow if Allah so wills.
Another day to reminisce on the happy times and the rough ones... To try and try again.
If I didn't laugh this pain of we apart would crush me like the gravity of Jupiter... Reduce me to my smallest form.
Make me disappear into the all of it.
Another day where I find your face in the crowd...
Another night in my dreams...
I survive alone in these thoughts.

YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND

[YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND]
THE NASTY BEATDOWN... LET ME TAKE YOU THERE...
http://youtu.be/qRbHTMVApgE


Last night I asked if you and I could share your friend.
Ten minutes later there we were naked on the couch.
Pussy on my left and pussy on my right.
She sucking on my dick as I licked your nipples and played with your clit.
Some of that dirt nasty porn shit that makes a motherfucker question the how in the hell of it.
As I lay you back she strokes my pole and places it at the lips of your pussy and rubs it up and down.
You moan and I have to talk to my nuts...
Not yet fellas... We got work to do.
To much pussy to bust loose right now.
I slip in and you cry out as her warm mouth closes around my balls.
4 pretty titties, two tight pussies and a beast turned loose in a menage a Jerald.
Three merged into one... flipping, fucking and turned out.
Her on her knees as I beat her pussy while you rub yours and tell me to make her hollar... make her scream as pussy juice runs down her thighs.
As you squirt fantastic into the air.
Does this turn you on? I ask as I grab you and throw you down, beat that pussy as the room echoes with our cries.
She, you and me like lions and lionesses on the Serengheti...
Fucking free.

JUNKIE LOVE JONES

[JUNKIE LOVE JONES]
THE FUCKING MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/0lknugTz8Bc

I like you butt naked and hanging on my pole... Impaled on my hardness as I drive into the pink of all that you know below.
I like it when you be my freaky sexy toy...
Make my chocolate drop.
Make me want to meld into the fucking of the fucking of you...
Spinning in orbital g force on visions of seeing the bad of your girl... The nastiness of your womanly.
Take my head into your hands and look into the eye... Pout your lips and speak into my mic...
Some of that blow of the breeze that makes me weak in my knees... Oh baby... oh baby... please baby, please.
I was lost in addiction the first time I caught a whiff of you... one line led to two and a straight junkie was born between your thighs.
Strung out on the smell of your pussy juice... 
N.A and A.A.A. and the twelve steps would only serve to make this jones stronger.
Nodding in a corner on dreams of you...
Butt ass naked and covered in my man cream... 
Ejaculation dripping from your breasts... 
Baby I need a fix.

[THIS NEW WORLD. PART TWO]

[THIS NEW WORLD. PART TWO]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS TALE...
http://www.youtube.com/view_play_list?p=B350B9B364ED6DAC

I have been in labs the world over and I have seen unspeakable things yet being here actually chills my blood.

I want to destroy everything...just lay waste to it all.

The scientist is a light skinned black man of about 40 years old.


He is the grandson of one of the scientists who participated in one of the experiments. His grandfather was a white man who died in the plague that destroyed the white race.


His father still lives.

All of these people are illuminati and that is why they are in control. Who better to control than those who control the information? The armies? The media?

I had paid special attention as the church had changed faces to meet the changing global situation and slowly taken control with a world religion. All over the world people were taught the same things and all society ran the same way. Caste was very important. If you were born forsaken you died forsaken. That was the way.

How easily had the sheep been corraled and misled.

The general public had no idea that we existed and the only people who knew were the families of the enclaves. They kept us as secret as they could even as they hunted us. some of us were eradicated but we did have the ability to reproduce and if it was a union of those who were part of the experiment we had the ability to produce children like us. Our children matured fast and we taught them ourselves. As more and more children were born to us we realised that we had a sort of collective memory which was capable of being passed along in vitro.

This served us well in many instances for we learned from one of own even as they died.

I think back to the first days of my being as I was now. In the beginning we were treated well until someone somewhere figured out some of our true potential. The imminent threat as they saw it.

We were seperated and placed in cells that were hardly big enough to turn around in with toilets and poked and prodded day after day year after year.

After about two years I started to hear the voices...you know like whispers in my mind.

This scared the shit out of me and I tried to shut them off day after day.

After about a month I figureout hat the whispers were.

They were the thoughts and dreams of my fellow prisoners. I started to reach out in my mind and touch my fellow inmates who had been just as suprised by this development as me. All of us had powers of some sort . A result of the manipulation of our DNA strands.

We had been connected. Not only to each other but to everything. What I am talking about is the ability to actually see into and through all life..to feel...to change.

We all decided not to let our captors know of our newfound ability and kept this change to ourselves.

The scientists had no idea that we were telepathic and this was what led to the success of our escape.

Ahhh that day.

I remember it so well...it dawned grey and cloudy as if allah knew what had to be done. As if the angels tears would be wept for the ones who died.

As in any situation of imprisonment a schedule is put into place and maintained and many of the daily doings are done at the same times each day.

It was that way with our exercise. We had periods where we were allowed three hours of exercise on variuos days.Only ten prisoners were allowed to exercise at a time and this was in pens of about 10 x 20 arranged in rows of 5 with an aisle in the middle.

As the guards started to release us on this day I looked at all my fellow prisoners who had been released...all black and I thoght of slavery. This is how the slaves of our past must have felt.

I could feel the image flow to the thoughts of my compatriots and I saw them all seem to come to attention...To stand more erect before we were told to move along.

I decided at that very same moment that it was now or never and I turnedto the gaurd nearest me and he seemed to just lift from the ground and was hurled to the wall across from us with such force that his body was smashed. I had hit him with all the power of my mind or so I thought at that time.


At the same instant the guard at the front of the line was decapitated by a sister from the city that was called New York as she extended her fingers into claws and whirled on him.

Immediately lights began to flash and sirens began to shriek. The doors at the ends of the chamber were replaced by steel as plates of metal rose from the recesses in the floor and slammed into place.

"No!" I heard one of my fellow mates scream.

At this I turned to the place where the plate was that led to the outside corridor and I focused all my mind into the blow of psychic power that flowed out from my mind and ripped the steel in to lethal shrapnel that exploded down the corridor. Everything that had been there was riddled by the metal and pieces of riot gear littered the floor...pieces of men.

It is now the year 2015 and I have just fully recognized that I and my friends are some bad ass motherfuckers.

We come together and make our way out of this place.

We are challenged no more as we come to the last door and I tell my friends to be silent telepathically as I project my mind beyond these walls into the space outside. I feel the rain as it begins to fall on heads of the soldiers outside...the cold steel of their guns and vehicles.

I smile and raise my arms and pices of the building start to tear away and become missiles which smash vehicles...men.

All of a sudden there is a roar as the whole outside of the building is propelled forth into the rain and confusion.

We who were prisoners are suddenly looking at the outside world and it looks so good.

Yet we are not free yet and we still have to make it to the gates.

Immediately the people who can teleport begin to do so and to appear behind the soldiers who still live and dispatch of them. I can teleport as well but I must remain here.

I use my powers to form a shield over the main group and we move out into the open.

I feel the approach of something massive. It is in the sky and I look up to see a silent and futuristic looking ship as it passes into view in the air above our heads.

The people who were outside of the shield teleport back under the protection of the shield and we all look at the ship as a voice fills the sky and the land around us.

"WHO IS THE AUTHOR OF THIS?"

At this I answer. "We are one!"

"I order you to cease and desist!"

I now recognise the voice it is the general who oversees this project.

I answer "cease these nuts!"

At this a brilliant white flash erupts from the ship. It is deflected by my shield.

By this time I have located the generals presence in the ship and teleport to where he is. I appear right behind him and grab him in a choke hold as I teleport back to the ground beneath the ship where I stood only a fraction of a second before.

I release the general and he steps away amazed.

"Now lets talk" I say to him.

He looks at me as if I am a disease and his words while full of hate are controlled.

"I know who you are. You are the one called Dawood your real name is John Albert. Are you the leader of this?

"We are one" we all speak at the same time and our voices take on an almost ethreal quality in this world where the rain falls on an invisible dome over our heads.

He continues to look at only me as he talks.

"You know that we cannot let you escape."

At this I laugh.

"LET US!"

He looks rather smug as he takes a step closer to me and whispers in my ear.

"Guess what?"

I take the bait.

"What?"

"I have the trump card."

He steps back and says "In each and every one of you is a chip that will explode if I give the order."

I look surprised before I say "Guess what?

He looks at me rather hard before he takes the bait.

"Those chips are no more."

"I dont believe you." he says as he speaks into the com patch on his shoulder.

"Ensign."

"Yes sir."

"Take out the one called Dawood."

"Sir?" the voice says after about three seconds.

"What ensign?"

"Sir its not working."

"What in the bloody fuck?" the general says and I detect a tremor in his voice.

"Told ya."

He looks at me and contemplates the developments thus far.

"What do you want?"

"To be free."

"I cannot authorize that."


"I know but you will pass that message along?"

Isay this as I reach out in my mind and crush the ship above us. It explodes and the flaming pieces of it rain down around our heads as we stand protected under the dome.

They fall...flaming and sizzling in the rain.

I look at him and I say "You were left alive to pass on a message."

He is defeated and he knows it.

"What is your message?"

"Leave us alone. It is that simple. You have seen what we can do. What we are. All we want is peace. Leave us alone.

At this we turn and walk away as one, melting into the driving rain.

Yet that was then and this is now.

IF YOU WOULD LIKE FOR THIS TALE TO CONTINUE PLEASE LET ME KNOW. HOW IS IT SO FAR?

LET ME UNZIP YOU

[LET ME UNZIP YOU]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... GET SOME OF THIS...

http://youtu.be/YExWYkaeEcw

I want to unzip you... so slow as I reveal the layers of you... I like the various varieties that your skin displays.
The pecan tan to the redbone, the black on the back of your neck.
As I am treated to you showing me flashes and glimpses of your individuality.
See I ain't one of those new age brothers that wants a fake version of what we had in the beginnings of humanity.
A faded version of a nubian queen.
I am a lion of the most high order of the tribe of Melchizedek as mentioned in the dead sea scrolls.
A pure piece of the formation and the ending are we.
Let me touch the slider and ease it down.
Past the killamanjaro and down to the plains where bushes and trees sprout from fertile earth... 
The valley of mans birth.
Hear that rasping sound as it slides across the teeth.
The sigh as it sides across a mans teeth.
Shhhhh.
I am going to unzip you and reveal empress.
Undressed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[LYRICAL ABNEGATED TRUNK FUNK] A DICTIONARY WORD SUBMISSION BY STARLET WILLIAMS

[LYRICAL ABNEGATED TRUNK FUNK] A DICTIONARY WORD SUBMISSION BY STARLET WILLIAMS
THE TRUNK FUNK FOR THIS TRIP... THIS SHOULD BE PLAYED AT A HIGH VOLUME IN SUBURBIA AND THE GHETTOS...
http://youtu.be/unKR9WupoSE


Born poor as hell in a uncaring society where the NRA tells me that more guns is the solution
The lead of used bullets befouls the earth a moment after contact with childrens flesh... 
Would that abnegation be taught in the hallowed halls of academia where so many loose their way while being led astray.
12 years of wasted time where all that is taught could have been learned by the age of 9.
Where Biggie and Pac had to die while fueling a rap economy, now all they talk about is really insanity as defined under these new rules of vanity.
Diamond teeth and shutter shades... damn that shit seems so stupid when you look back... something like leg warmers and men in bell bottom jeans... 3 inch platforms and pet rocks.
Seems that we are spinning in 180 degrees, never the complete circle, just a mirror image of being proud.
All they have to do is take the 40 out of the hand of the fool in the beer commercial, the bottle of Ciroc out of Puffy's hand and replace it with a watermelon.
Some of that bleach face, reverse black face, smiling ass Amos and Andy nonsense.
Kunte Kinte would a been a mad ass motherfucker if he had lived to see this shit.
Black folks need to abnegate.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

PERSPECTIVES OF NUBIANS NUDE

THE SOUNDTRACK FOR THIS EXIBIT...

PLEASE PLUG IN AND ENJOY THE TOUR.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBIIpUG2wh8&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynrZeueVKmWyonbtI0qlFs6m3

[LIL BITTY INSANITY.]

[LIL BITTY INSANITY.]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS FANTASY...

http://youtu.be/0CUpBHMmFnw

She so small that all I can see is her in my arms as I lower her onto my dick...

Feel it slip past her pussy lips and into the wet tunnel of her sex.

Her with arms wrapped around my neck holding on she tries to slow it down... My dick spreads her and fills her, seemingly as if to split her apart.

She raises her head and I kiss her for a second, the lips on her face as pretty as the ones between her legs.

So small that as I lay her back all I see is her clit as it sits on tops of my dick that still fills her pussy.

I pull out and kiss it and she screams as it explodes into my mouth, across my face.

She makes me want to fuck her... fuck her up...sideways... down.

Legs on my shoulders as I place my dick in her and fuck her... lost in the way that it looks...

Just a lil bitty thang with a great big freak in her soul.

She brings it out for me.

Lets it prance around like a forest nymph.

Wrap around the thick of my wood...

She so small that I find her all off in the depths of my fucking fairy fantasies.

Pussy so good it sprinkles glitter.

I bend her over and kiss that lil thang from the back.

Lil bitty thang... 

She so small.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AKA IN THE PROJECTS, GHETTOS AND HIGH PLACES AS Y.O.D.A.