{THE SCRIPT KILLA} FREEFORM COMBINATION FROM THE LION DOJO COMPOSED OF MANY STYLES
THE SOUND OF THE ETHEREAL BEING HE ERUPTING FROM REPOSE...
http://youtu.be/sekVJO0bl6E
This is that skrilla... that real deala that blasts from the mind.
This is that pure fyah which will burn through your soul and leave ashes which spawn new growth.This that y'all motherfuckers ain't ready for me that flows from my chest free.
Wayyyyy out there as I wave my hand and stars glittering fill the darkness of your mental skies.
A sigh as you wipe your eyes and breath the vapors... Somma dat straight gas rolled in a green sweet white owl... Loud and obscene.
This that
S
l
o
w
D
o
w
n
And that speed up.
This that skrilla guerilla script flip.
This that.
PARTICULATION
Dust in the light floats
Such a panoramic prism
Gold reflections glint
From where I'm from a prison with no walls in the city Tallahassee called Springfield Arms but better known by its street name Joe Louis Street Projects...
From where I'm from we live hard... From the babies to the old people.
Been to many other places and done shit you might know bout, some shit you don't... some shit just plain made up as they tried to lock me away for three life sentences.
I stayed hard even in the toughest times, even when they tried to kill me by any means available.
From where I'm from people still dream... Dream of being free from the stigma attached to an address, 4 little numbers with so much meaning stamped in the back of an escapees brain... 1700 still remains. Bricks, blocks, wood and concrete...
I looking from a hill stand square as I remember seeing a man die, seeing a woman cry, seeing the children in the window as a man took their mom doggystyle.
Prisons dont always have walls.
LIONS BREAK FREE
A lion does not surround himself with tigers or dragons...
A lion surrounds himself with lioness's.
It is in this manner that lions remain lions.
I man who erupted onto the scene born of the need...
The need to survive as we subjected to the mentality genocide became the joke.
Laughed at on T.V. in full view as the men dress as ladies and the women act like bitches.
As some walk down city streets with their pants dropped to their knees... How you a soldier if you holdin up yo pants when you fight?
The brutal reality will stomp you down... Bury you beneath this foreign ground which absorbs our blood and sweat.
We got to be still around for a purpose as so many wait for divine intervention... The hand of God to smite our oppressors down as they spit vile stew from the pulpit and the pew... From the podium in the courtroom.
And what would you be? A painted ho or a bitch ass nigga serving life in the penitentiary... A king or a slave.
I spit hot lava flows as a result of my eruption.
I form new lands in the middle of savage seas where once we traveled in the belly of the beast.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
THE SOUND OF THE ETHEREAL BEING HE ERUPTING FROM REPOSE...
http://youtu.be/sekVJO0bl6E
This is that skrilla... that real deala that blasts from the mind.
This is that pure fyah which will burn through your soul and leave ashes which spawn new growth.This that y'all motherfuckers ain't ready for me that flows from my chest free.
Wayyyyy out there as I wave my hand and stars glittering fill the darkness of your mental skies.
A sigh as you wipe your eyes and breath the vapors... Somma dat straight gas rolled in a green sweet white owl... Loud and obscene.
This that
S
l
o
w
D
o
w
n
And that speed up.
This that skrilla guerilla script flip.
This that.
PARTICULATION
Dust in the light floats
Such a panoramic prism
Gold reflections glint
From where I'm from a prison with no walls in the city Tallahassee called Springfield Arms but better known by its street name Joe Louis Street Projects...
From where I'm from we live hard... From the babies to the old people.
Been to many other places and done shit you might know bout, some shit you don't... some shit just plain made up as they tried to lock me away for three life sentences.
I stayed hard even in the toughest times, even when they tried to kill me by any means available.
From where I'm from people still dream... Dream of being free from the stigma attached to an address, 4 little numbers with so much meaning stamped in the back of an escapees brain... 1700 still remains. Bricks, blocks, wood and concrete...
I looking from a hill stand square as I remember seeing a man die, seeing a woman cry, seeing the children in the window as a man took their mom doggystyle.
Prisons dont always have walls.
LIONS BREAK FREE
A lion does not surround himself with tigers or dragons...
A lion surrounds himself with lioness's.
It is in this manner that lions remain lions.
I man who erupted onto the scene born of the need...
The need to survive as we subjected to the mentality genocide became the joke.
Laughed at on T.V. in full view as the men dress as ladies and the women act like bitches.
As some walk down city streets with their pants dropped to their knees... How you a soldier if you holdin up yo pants when you fight?
The brutal reality will stomp you down... Bury you beneath this foreign ground which absorbs our blood and sweat.
We got to be still around for a purpose as so many wait for divine intervention... The hand of God to smite our oppressors down as they spit vile stew from the pulpit and the pew... From the podium in the courtroom.
And what would you be? A painted ho or a bitch ass nigga serving life in the penitentiary... A king or a slave.
I spit hot lava flows as a result of my eruption.
I form new lands in the middle of savage seas where once we traveled in the belly of the beast.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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