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Tuesday, July 26, 2016

{HOUSE NIGGA}


{HOUSE NIGGA}
THE SOUND AS GET OUTTA HIS HOUSE NIGGA LYRICS IS DROPPED...
https://youtu.be/hETSWacZZ1w


If a white man slapped yo mama you would probably make an excuse for him... You in your brand new Armani suit, your Dior dress.
If he killed you neighbors child in cold blood you would say "Its probably his fault. He should'na had them Twinkies in his hand."
You just a low life excuse, done sold out for some bands, a car and some shoes.
Let me explain how pussy and economics is the same.
Back in the day a white man somewhere said if I cover my woman up she becomes more valuable cause what a man can't see he wants.
He covered a natural thing in the 100 degree heat.
Rape which had been virtually non-existent suddenly became a more prevalent thing.
Pussy became a bargaining tool.
Marry my daughter and I'll take care of you, work my land and manage my crew.
Pussy became a valuable thing, its hold on man immeasurable.
Love of pussy led to war.
Man in his supposedly supreme way would not admit that pussy had such a hold and he placed value on other things that by cosmic right are free.
Land, clothes and food.
Knowledge and inclusion which at first were universal were denied to many by birthright, caste systems became democracies and slaves built great cities.
They rising on stolen land where once whole nations had bleed conquered blood into the ground.
All because of a covetous system created when man put clothes on something that in the beginning even the children knew about.
Seems back then hue-mans were closer to pure.
What were we talking about though?
Oh yeah, pussy and economics.
Now let say that the pimp is the ruling overlords... The so called elite.
He has his bitches... The government, the police.
If things go right you go in and get your pussy from his bitches, pussy being goods.
But if things don't go right... If you don't pay for the pussy the pimp has a system in place that will break you down.
Fuck around and the pimp will be selling you too... Bent over and spread too, that's how pimps do.
Work from the background and keep the pussy selling.
Ain't even got to be seen.
Sad part is that the churches, the schools and the penitentaries are totally ran by the pimps too... He gets you hooked on the pussy young.
Sells you false dreams bout owning some pussy.
Now we know that ain't true cause don't no motherfucker own no pussy... Sometimes not even the woman that carries it.
Pussy just works like that.
Economics do too.
So sad that you would sell your own for some scrip.
Bout 50 pieces of the overlords silver.
Judas in a modern time.
Our people suffer greatly because of your kind.
Suit and tie, athletic uniform, blue police and green sheriff.
Done sold us straight the fuck out.
How does it feel in his house, nigga.
Hunh?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY



DIRTY TALK


{DIRTY TALK}
THE SOUND AS THE TALK IS DROPPED...
https://youtu.be/Hruq8OJMzWM

Suddenly you cross my mind, such a fragrant thought...
I would eat you up, so delectable the image.
My face between your thighs, the tip of my tongue... You pushing my head back.
Me holding the backs of your legs so that you can't get away.
Such tasty images.
I standing hard would stand and place it in your face... How could something so heavy stand horizontal?
A rhetorical question that would go unanswered, your lips your tongue, I talking to you as you suck and look up at me.
That fantastic shit that fascinates me.
Got me fucked up, these thoughts of you in my mind.
The heavy beat, I suspended would push you back, grab your ankles and lay you spread.
I suspended would enter you with my head.
Savoir your viscosity and plunge into your fluidity.
I mean hard would ride.
Talk to you... Speak to your insides.
How does that feel?
Damn that shit feels good.
Always been mine.
Learn forward and sniff of your hair.
My savage beast and I would try to touch the back of your womb.
Tingle your diaphragm.
These thoughts, these all natural thoughts of you and I yes I.
Smell... You.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY