[BUN DOWN BABYLON]

[BUN DOWN BABYLON]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE. IT IS DIFFERENT SO MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/Vrh2Kzd24dI

WHEN THIS CIPHER STARTS TO BLAZE IN INCINERATION OF FALSE IDEOLOGY HEADS ROCK AND DROP...OFF WAYYYYYY OVER THERE WHERE ALL THIS IS JUST ANOTHER DIMENSION WHERE I BE.

I DOOSE DIS THANG LIKE NO OTHER CAUSE I AM NO OTHER...SEEN?

A FLIPPED OUT, FUNK FILLED VERSION OF THE AMERICAN DREAM IN WHICH I RESIDE...MUDDY PIGFEET FLOATING IN VINEGAR IN SHOPPING CENTERS... CADAVERS TO BE CONSUMED.

DENIZENS OF THE GHETTO CRYING IN UNISON TO THE SHINING BUILDINGS THAT THEY WALK AMONG... AFRAID TO BE FREE.

THESE LYRICS BREAK THE WINDOW OF FRAGILITY... RIP THE VEIL OF THIS DECEPTION... BE.

IF IT SEEMS I GO A LITTLE DEEP ITS CAUSE OF WHERE I'M FROM... THE BOTTOMLESS PIT WHERE SO MANY ARE LOST AND FOUND.

RESURRECTION ON A STREETCORNER IN THE LAIR OF SHAITAN AS THE SUN BECOMES THE FIRE THAT CONSUMES HIMSELF... THE SON.

SEEN?

A MODERN PROJECTS IN THE MIDDLE OF A MODERN SCENE IS STILL THE GHETTO IF MENTALITIES ARE THE SAME... POOR THAT FEED OFF OF THEIR OWN KIND.

THATS THE DESIGN BETTA GET WITH THE TIMES... NO MATTER WHAT HOOD YOU REP YOU STILL JUST A NIGGER IF THATS ALL YOU WANT TO BE... THAT SHIT AINT HARD.

KILLING OUR OWN OVER A WHITE MANS DREAM... OUR WORST DAYDREAM IN REPEAT ON THE TELEVISION, RADIO, NEWSPAPER AND MOVIE SCREEN.

AS THE WORLD BURNS...

SMOLDERING EMBERS OF A ONCE GREAT RACE.

[HERE I AM ... STILL]

[HERE I AM ... STILL]

THE MUSIC AND IT IS DEDICATED TO MY SISTERS...

http://youtu.be/BT4Ne6v7Zv0

Here I am... still.

Existing in you as we lose cohesion and our nation seems to be drifting away.

Reflections of Allah as created in ancient times.

Black dirt and water formed and kissed with life.

Here I am... still.

I see you and something clicks in me primally... primitive triggers as my queens run away from who we are.

I belong with you and you belong with me in all our purity. 

All man and woman came from our seed... fruit falling from the tree in shaded tones.

Gradually losing melanin as genetic splicing occurs... homogenous views of the future.

We no more...  We snared in the web of deceit and lies.

Jungle bunnies and rap video hoes... living on trap house ambitions as we die a slowwwww death.

Here I am... still.

So enthralled by the beauty of you that for me there is no other.

My existence in the future depends on the African woman... Batty man can't make a baby... Lesbians produce no fruit.

What is to become of us as we become food trapped in the silken strands?

Here I am... still.

[AN OLD MAN TOLD ME] A SEXCAPADE

[AN OLD MAN TOLD ME] A SEXCAPADE

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/y7uTVI0ZRbE
THE MODELS NAME IS LIPPZ. AND I WENT TO GREAT LENGTHS TO OBTAIN THESE PHOTOS

You got such pretty lips that it makes me wonder if what the old men say is true... if the ones above match the ones below...

Take your time cause I want to be surprised... take your time and show me slowwwww... I want to linger in the magic of this moment.

The... oh damn you just fucked me up...

they do match.

Just about the prettiest pussy as it juts from the sides of your panties... got me drooling and shit... drooling down my chin... drooling from the head of my dick... a pearl of precum.

My what a pretty little hairy thing... 

I will take you any and every way you cum as I kiss both sets of your pretty lips...

You have such pretty lips.

Damn... I want to devour you... The old men told the truth.

[HEALED IN THE KNOWING OF WE] A COLLAB FEATURING DANICA NICHOLE WORTHY

[HEALED IN THE KNOWING OF WE] A COLLAB FEATURING DANICA NICHOLE WORTHY
THE MUSIC. AND IT TOTALLY DOES GO WITH THIS WRITE...
http://youtu.be/tJyGHeecvXI




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Akhi (my brother) my prince equppied to reign as king. Charged with the duty as overseer of his sister, my protector and guide with pure love in his eyes. His words are authentic, he will harm himself for the betterment of we. We have an unbreakable bond, a kinship unique. The guiders of one and another. My brother strong even when weak, a lover, and carrier of the families burdens. The Lion courages willing to fight, brave will stand for the cause, and what he deems right. My brother the observer, and man of few words, but when he speaks all actively listen. Akhi I take honor in our pledge to protect each other, I take refuge in your arms of shelter, and broad shoulders to rest my tears. With adoration I exalt you Akhi(my brother) and crown you as King.


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Ukhti [my sister] sometimes I have fallen deep into the pits of Shaitan... even at those times I have admired the queens of my nativity.
The mothers of my origins... she stands supreme.
Sometimes I have truly become the problem... born in the dens of sin where poverty is only the beginning of the problem.
I wonder do I even deserve words of admiration as I have worn my shield... used my sword on both sides of the battlefield... yet even at these times she has had the ability to bring me back.
I truly would die for she for she is my healing when I am dead... I am but a reflection of the light that I shine on she.
Ukhti I am honored to know you as I hear those words from you but I know that I am just a man with a heavy burden...
Without the queens I am nothing

[WHO DEM A SAY]

[WHO DEM A SAY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGERY... BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/8DOW3n2DLo4




Who dem a say me no beast... 
Dem a rassclot liar. 
Me a describe de booty in bout a million ways... take on new forms... lion and dragon fyah pon the page.
Drop dat ting for me... just a ukki bit.
Flip.
Thus dost thou mesmerize me transcendently...
Thee and thy fruits so tantilizingly sweet...
The juice of thy so pungent in my beard as it signals thy release...
Thy ass the bass as it pounds my mentality.
Flip.
Girl I want to bend you over and exert extreme levels of pressure...
Beat at the walls of your heart... cause erratic palpitations...
Make you call me daddy... make you call me fuck me daddy, fuck me...
Oh daddy I'm your liitle freak as you look at me on your bended knees ...
Sucking your way to the creamy treat.
Flip
Just a likkle bit a lunacy as I romp pon the toys on your playground...
Lick pon your nipples and play flute pon your pussy lips...
Me a buss shots all over your ass cheeks.
Who dem a say me no beast.
Me a wreck dem fat pum pum.




jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[WHEN THIS SONG IS SUNG] A COLLAB FEATURING Sarah Russell

[WHEN THIS SONG IS SUNG] A COLLAB FEATURING Sarah Russell.
THIS PICTURE SPARKED A DISCUSSION BETWEEN SARAH AND I WHEN I SUGGESTED USING IT. LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK...
THE MUSIC AND THE PIECE DOES GO WITH IT.
http://youtu.be/joOUZWxF_BY

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The sounds of Anti-living drum incessant off the steaming streets, the manholes of oblivion rattling ominous decree as mindless wheels roll over dreams and leave exhaust where breath should be. A single Ginkgo tree can take that poison and make sweet air for many.. when a stand of them watch shoulder to shoulder, the many shudder reminiscing what they never knew they lost. our We. I stomp and scratch and wail and you beat chest and holler NOW and holy waves of water rain down washing poisons deep in swirls of scatter.. just ignore the chatter and this silent sweeping music from our hopscotch laughing dance... the march of Freedom in this land, rises like steam swells as clouds..


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As the sun rises from the leaves of the tree and graces I and humanity... all the way to the bone.
As the breeze wafts away on his gentle journey... here a breeze... around the world a storm.
So in a way must we be.
The healing of a nation on the cantor of words that fall onto the page and get repeated on the stage... We the poet... We the mage.
As an oak grows strong in the midst of the humming mass of humanity and thrusts it arms skyward, as if begging for our miserable lives... We who just take, take, take.
I hear the beat of your feet as you dance and I a man roar from my roots in tribal rage as the water, land, and ether are raped so savagely by the need to assert authority.
Broken down into most simplistic form this land is but one of many where so many poor live in such squalor while the rich lavishly slather reality onto the t.v. screen.
Freedom begins as a seed in the heart that grows into a mighty forest... I just one of many.
Rising like blunt smoke on the whirlwind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND @SARAH RUSSELL

[LEAVES OF DEAD LOVE]

[LEAVES OF DEAD LOVE]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/imNp42sA5mQ

Will I ever be able to see love as others do.. Rose scented candles and lavander baths as the orchestra plays its soothing notes.

Love that takes the heart and melts it down to be remolded into a caring place as described in tales of romance.

Love as spoken of in the Quran and the Bible where men were men and woman something beyond.

For all I have seen of love is underlying jealousy and deciet, divorce and heartbreak raining down like sharpened slivers of glass.

Crimes of passion and broken homes.

Long have I wondered who could ever truly love the griot... overstand his pressing need to speak to the masses... his need to have his own space.

A moment alone with the force of his force.

Love has so many faces as it shifts and transforms... reveals its true nature a second before becoming a secret again.

I cry for the masses who are able to see love as such a small thing... as so large a part of their lives.

Even the word has a soothing effect on those trapped in its hold... Love and they sigh.

Trapped in the notes of loves song.

I wonder... Will I ever be able to see love as others do?

All sugar coated and saturatingly sweet.

Will I?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

RIDUNKULOUSLY

The woman featured in these photos is Jayden Starr

[RIDUNKULOUSLY]

THE MUSIC... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS BEAT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRGpWriK1ac

Damn woman you are so rithunkulous... 

I meant to say so ridunkulous...

Oh what the fuck you just plain ass thick...

Let me see dat booty bounce.

Let me lick at the fount of thy pleasure...

Make you curl your toes and squirt your juice into my hungry mouth.

I want to eat at the table of your lust.

Be the king kong to whatever that white chicks name was in the movie...

A whiff of the perfume of your punani...

Ahhhhh tastes so good on the air that I breathe...

A guerilla am I indeed.

Daddy wanna make you wet the bed...

Skeet a likkle bit.

Let it run down my nuts and stain the sheets...

My nasty likkle freak dancer as you ride the whole of my pole.

Swole.

My every desire is to spread them lips and fuck you till you cum...

See the earth as it hangs beneath the mounds of your half moons.

Spank dat monkey till it slobbers in delirium.

Damn I just caught a chill.

Spread it open for kong.

Iwant to lay it in thick.

NASTY TALK...XXX RATED

[NASTY TALK...XXX RATED]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS EXTREME SEXUAL ROMP... YOU BETTA LISTEN CAUSE DIS DAT FYAH..

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHyZtiTZbpw

There is no way I guess to say this subtly...

I want to fuck you from the back...

Just bend you over and beat them guts...

Pound you into submission.

I am an an ass man I must admit...

Ass just makes me want to beat the pussy up...

Fuck you till I spray nut all over your ass cheeks...

Bend over and show me what I want to see.

I said bend on over and let me see what I need to see...

That pretty pussy as it hangs so phat...

Ummm you just my nasty lil ol girl...

I want to kiss it from the back and spank it with my hand...

With the head of my dick...

All dat ass got me in a tailspin like a dizzy ass bee drunk on honey...

Ahh I like the way your forest looks turned upside down.

From the front you are just as luscious...

So full and thick that mine eye cries a tear into the fabric of my boxers...

I am gonna fuck you till you scream...

Till I scream in earsplitting release.

There is no way I guess to say this subtly...

I want to fuck you from the back and cover you in the cream of my nut.

[ALL UP IN HER MELTING POT] FEATURING MARCINA TASTYSUNSHINE GILLIAM

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  [ALL UP IN HER MELTING POT] FEATURING MARCINA TASTYSUNSHINE GILLIAM

  THE MUSIC FOR THIS BREW...

  http://youtu.be/iLU0TiqFee0

  
  

  
  
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  I been playing around with caramel...my otha favorite flavor than chocolate...
• Plus its such a sensual treat...erybody loves it next to chocolate
• sweet enough for you? Can i indulge your urge to spurge your words and mix them with my confection?
  I promise not to cause you to melt in my hands, nor will I bite off more than I can chew
  
  
  J
  I been just letting my mind marinate in thoughts, dreams and linguistic scenes as the kush carries me along.
  Finding myself wandering lifes open roads where so many travel along.
  Watching it all go down from the perspective of a bystander... a different story told from a unique view.
  My history so different from western philosophical schools of thought as taught to the fragile youth.
  The sweet taste of your caramel has ruptured the fabric of silky material that covers the eyes...ripped away the veil.
  I stir in the melting pot o

  f a queen.
  Mixing milk chocolate images into this sweet concoction.
  
  
  M
  Your spoon dips deeply in my caramel stream blending
  in the waft of my morning musings
  Finding myself on that same open road you traveling
  My map in hand my course plotted out
  Ready to conquer the world without a doubt
  I've many stories to tell much Her-Story to tell
  Taste and see how good the Sunshine can be
  as we stir in my melting pot...
  
  
  
  

FUCKED UP IN YOU

[FUCKED UP IN YOU]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS NASTY ROMP...
http://youtu.be/6_CnQHWwiJ0




Do you know that I will eat you up as you lie contorted in my sexual fantasies... pull at the fabric and grow hard as the tearing sound seems to fill the room... spending a moment saturated in the juiciness of you.

Sometimes all my fantasies seem to take on lives of their own as I dwell in these liquid dreams where you are the sweet ice cream dripped and dipped in the pores of my skin... on my taste buds... all covered in nut.

I said ice cream, woman. Soft sweet and thickly divine...

A taste of you as you moan and cry out in anticipation... a taste of your beauty as it floods the sheets and drips...drips... drips.

A tapestry in a fluid mind. 

We poised to explode in passionate release... yin and yang in karma sutra tones of African daydreams.

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So fucked up in the wanting of wanting to fuck you up... and down.

Show me your shades slowly so that I can absorb the essence of all that you are...

As you burst free, contorted in my sexual fantasies.

SENSUAL MODERN SEXUALITY IN NUBIAN DEGREES

[SENSUAL MODERN SEXUALITY IN NUBIAN DEGREES]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC..
http://youtu.be/NHxH17CjFHA




WHEN I THINK OF AFRICA I ALWAYS THINK OF THE QUEENS IN WHATEVER FORM THAT THEY TAKE... ALL THE VARIED DEGREES OF AFRICAN FEMININITY PLAYING ON A SCREEN IN MY SEXUAL PSYCHOLOGY... NUBIAN SENSUALITY.

THE BEAUTY OF THE AGES ALL WRAPPED UP IN COCOA BROWN SHADES OF SHE AS PROMISED TO WE.

THE HEALING WATERS OF HER THAT HAVE CARRIED MANY MEN ACROSS THE DESERT OF LIVING IN BABYLONIAN SOCIETY... DROPS OF HER THAT SOOTHE THE PAIN OF THE LASH... AS PHAROAH BEATS THE PEOPLE DOWN.

HER STRENGTH AND MINE AS WE PROGRESS THROUGH THESE TURBULENT TIMES.

LOOKING ACROSS THE WATERS OF THE ATLANTIC WHERE OUR STORY IS FOUND ON THE OCEAN FLOOR... BONES COVERED IN THE SANDS OF TIME.

I GROW HARD AND SOFT IN HER AS SHE AND I MERGE IN THE THROES OF PASSION AND PLEASURE... IN MEMORIES OF SHARED PAIN AS THEY ARE DRIVEN AWAY BY OUR NEED TO BE.

SHE STANDS SUPREME IN HER POISE AND GRACE... SO MANY THAT TRY TO BE SHE AS SHE TRIES TO LOSE THE THINGS THAT MAKE HER A QUEEN OF ANTIQUITY...

GIVEN AS A BLESSING TO MAN.

I REMAIN ROOTED IN HER CURVES AS I TRY TO PUT THEM IN MANUSCRIPT... PAINT HER IN WORDS AND IMAGES THAT WILL CARRY INTO FUTURE PASTS WHERE HER BEAUTY IS MANIFEST... A MOST FANTASTIC VISION INDEED.

ALL FLIPPED OUT IN BLACK AND SEPIA TONES THAT FILL THE CREVASSES OF A MODERN SON OF AFRICA WHO FOUND THE TRUTH IN THE FORM OF AFRICAN QUEENS WHO BORE THE BURDEN OF BRINGING US TO THIS POINT IN TIME WHERE WE STILL SEEK TO ASCEND... WALK INTO THE LIGHT.

HERE I AM SO LOST IN THE THICKNESS OF ALL THAT YOU REPRESENT... THAT YOU EXHIBIT... LIKE THICK CHOCOLATE AS YOU MELT ON MY TONGUE... ON THE FABRIC OF MY MENTALS.

 AS WE FIND THAT THE TRUE POWER OF US IS OURS AS LONG AS WE REMAIN TWAIN IN THIS EVENTUALITY...

KING AND QUEENS UNITED.