(FREEFLOW DRAGON DOJO)
THE SOUND OF DRAGON FYAH...

Baby you make me flow completely... Building as I drop goat rider's to bended knees... Signs and symbolism as I take you way past the 33rd degree... To the beginning and the end... 360.
I an explosion in the left hemisphere of your cranium as I drops verbal uranium and enriched lyrical plutonium... Thermonuclear as I blows you into new millineums.
Child of Imhotep and mans original origins... A blue black version of the blood that travels under my pseudo black skin... It diluted with the brutality of the caucasion who removed the original African.
Every time I look in your eyes I see the story clear... The end result of psychological systematically induced fear... The whisper of the jinn in my brothers and sisters ear...
Making the truth hard to hear.
You wearing the mark of the beast on your breast, your ass and your feet as I The Honest Truth spit a beatbox beat designed to move the streets.
Free the slave and make we complete.
Baby you are the key that wakes me from a triple stage darkness induced sleep... The fleeting hooves of frightened sheep as the wolf fat prepares to eat.
I flow what I see in the depths of your optics... The Muslim, Oriental, Jewish, Christian and Coptic...
Baby you make me drop it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(TRIPLE EYE SEE)
THE BEATDOWN FOR THE BREAKDOWN...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTVSdstDIL4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

We who exist metaphysical see...
We see that we have existed across these spans called lives that mere men be.
We who saw the beginnings as man and woman newly formed walked across Pangea.
We borne on the strands of helix trees that bore fruit and ultimately seed.
We who know that the dirt, the sky and the universe are one.
That the worm and the lion are our kin.
That we in our roots carry the potential to communicate telepathically.
That the majority exist as slaves to mundane aspirations.
Religion the finger held as blade to a neck.
We who look to the stars and know that they and we are one.
That the pineal is the only way to see... Third eye television precision displayed on an hd screen.
That the art of our physicality is the key... We the physician... The witchdoctor... The potentiality...
We among the cattle walking as the free.
They imprisoned by the illuminati who struggle to prove their innocence while killing indiscriminately in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Tallahassee.
We who exist metaphysical see these things.
We act upon them fluidly

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE LONELY KINGS LAMENT)
THE MUSIC AS A KING REMINISCES...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZHr3F4y-W0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Should I tell you how I would treat thee?
Would you overstand and walk with me or would you let all this go to waste?
I would never call you bitch or who're cause I know that the world has done that enough... Torn you down.
Stood on your spirit.
I see the sassy as you being free, the fire that burns in we.
I see your skin as the utopia spoken of in hushed tones as we pray on bended knees... We promised to be together across eons and in these eventualities.
Would you feel the king in me and stroke my mane as it hangs from my chin?
I of silky flowers and milk chocolate as Jimi's Electric Ladyland plays on mp3...
Would you be my voodoo child and my moon rising my tides?
Could you withstand my depths?
Feel my crushing forces and make them exert less pressure as they beat at my psyche?
I will stand by you till the day I lie cold in a grave in a cemetery and after that my love for you will flow across skins as the breeze.
I knowing these things will be sweet if only I could have you to hold, to hold me.
I would treat thee accordingly as these days fade into the annals of time and our beating hearts linked bear witness.
I will treat thee as Isis, Makeda and Nefertiti.
My queen, my empress, my all.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

TAKE IT OFF... TAKE IT OFF

(TAKE IT OFF... TAKE IT OFF)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU NEEDS TO LISTEN.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzkuEKeeDGg&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Strip for me...
Be my nasty little freak.
No one else is going to see as you show me your secrets... Your secret places.
Make my beast growl in my chest and cause him to stretch the skin of my thick veiny dick.
Make him want to stop your tease but be too transfixed to move.
His savage ravage showing in his lidded eyes...
He sniffing the air as you bend and your pussy drops to hang between your thighs... Beneath your spread ass cheeks.
He inhaling sharply as you crawl towards him on your knees.
Touch him and lay back and throw your legs to the sky as your clit makes an appearance... He wanting to suck it.
So badly.
Show him your stretch marks for he can read their patterns.
Trace your story.
See the origins of your freak...
Make the beast want to beat deep as you scratch him... Bite him.
He pulling at your hair and the top of your head... Dropping dick in.
The beast released in all his fuckery... Spanking that clit till it drips tears on his length.
Till he roaring sprays cum into that pussy and across your belly.
Cum on.
Strip for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY