you sought

betray

THIS IS THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIP...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBnR28_uSHI

 

YOU SOUGHT TO BETRAY ME WHILE FORGETTING THAT I HAVE DWELLED IN THE DEPTHS OF HELL WHERE THE DEMONS WERE THE FRIENDS THAT WALKED BY MY SIDE.

BLOOD ON MY HANDS THAT CANNOT BE WASHED AWAY, CRIMSON STAINS THAT TURN BROWN WITH AGE.

 

SOLACE IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT YOUR LIFE NOW RESTS ON MY WHIM,WHIMPERS AS YOU STRUGGLE AGAINST THE ROPES THAT BIND THEE.

I DRINK OF THE FLUID OF YOUR FEAR, I GROW YOUNGER FROM THE TASTE OF LIFE AS IT DRAINS FROM YOUR SOUL.

I AM A SOUL DESTROYER AND A SPIRIT CRUSHER, DO NOT FORGET THAT IT WAS I WHOM YOU TRYED TO DECEIVE.

SEE ME IN THE CORNERS OF YOUR ROOM ON DARK NIGHTS AS THE SHADOWS GROW LONG FOR THEY ARE MY HOME.

I HAVE THE ABILITY TO TURN FROM A MAN TO A BEAST, WHILE ON THE SURFACE I AM AS CALM AS A LAKE ON A CALM DAY IN THE MOUNTAIN GLADE.

SERIAL KILLERS AND MURDEROUS VILLAINS TREMBLE IN FEAR AT MY PASSING FOR I AM THE TRUE EPITOME OF JUSTICE.

YOUR MISJUDGMENT OF I HAS NOW CAUSED YOU TO BECOME FOOD FOR MY SURVIVAL AS THE LIDS OF YOUR EYES CLOSE FOR THE LAST TIME.

hamzahfaruq

[YO COTTON CANDY] A BEAST MODE WRITE

[YO COTTON CANDY] A BEAST MODE WRITE
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/WZYk-qaIph8

I SEE YOU ALL SWIRLED ON MY TONGUE LIKE SOME SOFT PINK COTTON CANDY AS THE SWEETNESS OF YOU FLOODS MY TASTE RECEPTORS AND SENDS ME INTO SUGAR SHOCK.
AS I LICK AND PROBE ON MY WAY TO FINDING OUT HOW MANY IT TAKES TO REACH YOUR CENTER.
A ONE...
 A TWOOO...
 A THREEEEE...
A MOST INTRIGUING QUESTION THAT BEGS TO BE ANSWERED BY MY DIRTY MIND.
AS I LOOK AT YO COTTON CANDY.
POUTING SO PINK.

HAMZAHFARUQ

[JUICY]

[JUICY] THIS IS DEDICATED TO TRACY ATKINS AND SHE BETTER LISTEN TO THE MUSIC
THE MUSIC. YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS.
http://youtu.be/7jGbQf35H5Y

You make me wonder how juicy you really are.
If I squeezed you the right way would you dribble off my chin and into the hairs of my chest?
Would you wrap your legs around me and pull me into the juicy of you as it thumps and flutters on my hardened phallus.
As we mate like the alpha and omega... the yin and the yang... cosmic alignments as I plunge into your core and stroke your heart.
I would love for the juicy of you to become sticky in the hairs of my beard as you squirm under the strokes of my tongue.
The thickness of my manhood.
I want to fuck you... I want to fuck you up... fuck you down.
You have lodged in the particles that make up the essential me.. a virtual part of my individuality.
The juicy of you looks so sweet as you sit with legs open and seem to call to me with your other lips that glisten in the light.
Hanging like fruit from an abundent tree, the roots of your hairs that sprout like spiraling trees.
Cover the entrance of your cave of delights.
Sit on me as I talk into your ears... grind it in deep.
Woman you make me wonder how juicy you really are as I pause...
And take a look at you.

HAMZAHFARUQ

[SWEET SWEAT]

[SWEET SWEAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/SxVNOnPyvIU

 YOU MAKE ME THINK OF SWEAT...
ALL GLISTENING AND SLIPPERY AS WE MAKE LOVE...WRAPPED UP IN THE BEAUTY OF YOU...CLEOPATRA OF MINE IN MODERN TIMES.
THE WAY YOU WRAP YOUR LEGS AROUND MY BACK AND DIG YOUR FINGERNAILS INTO MY ASS...THE WAY YOU THROW THEM IN THE AIR AND LET ME BEAT DOWN...THE WAY YOU SPREAD THEM AND LET ME SEE YOUR SECRETS.
I SEE YOUR LIPS AND I THINK OF ORAL STIMULATION...FELLATIO ON THE SIDE OF THE CAR AS I SATISFY MY NEEDS...YOUR NEEDS.
TOUCHING THE BACK OF YOUR THROAT...THE DEPTHS OF YOUR WOMB...HOT SEED THAT FLOWS INTO THE WELL OF YOUR FERTILITY.
LET ME COME INTO YOUR WORLD...LET ME CUM IN YOUR WORLD?
AHH TO LICK AT THE NIPPLES THAT RISE SO ERECT ON YOUR BREASTS...TASTE OF THE MILK OF LIFE THAT FLOWS ACROSS MY PALETE.
COME AND SIT ON MY STICK...SHIFT MY GEARS... HI AND LOW IN A 5 SPEED TRANSMISSION OF GOOD SEX.
DID YOU GET THAT?
BEND YOU OVER AND SPANK IT...MY BEAST HAS GOT CONTROL OF MY MIND...A BLAST OF RAW SEXUAL NEED.
ERUPTING AND COVERING ALL IN LIQUIDITY...
PHAT ASS CHOCOLATE VISIONS ON BIG SCREEN IN MY PSYCHE...
YOU MAKE ME THINK OF SWEAT.

HAMZAHFARUQ

[GUERILLA LOVE LYRICS]

[GUERILLA LOVE LYRICS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS RIDE... BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/ojP8397UiH4

Woman you gone see me when I enter the room...when I enter your womb.
A fuckin tsunami as I blast across the hemispheres of your ass.
A flipped out guerilla as I pounds at your shores.
Bringing brand new metaphores as I flips you inside out and strokes the inside of your skin.
From sea to shining see.
Me?
A crazy guerilla as I pumps at the depths of your punani from front to back... sideways and outdoors.
Just plain damn wild.
Tongue so rough as I lick at the fountain of your ambrosia...drink so deep.
You are my release in a cold hard world... a hard situation indeed as I drive you to your knees.
Make you quake as orgasms escape from your very soul.
Flickering cross your synapses as it happens again and again in spectral views of spectrums.
Your punani belongeth to me.
Woman you gone see me when I enter the room...

HAMZAHFARUQ

[POETS LAMENT] A THERESSE BYNUM AND HAMZAH FARUQ COLLAB THE MUSIC...

[POETS LAMENT] A THERESSE BYNUM AND HAMZAH FARUQ COLLAB
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/rRzWGIhwWAI

H
Poets scribble emotionally as the tides of humanity ebb and flow.
Standing under street lights and in hallways as bulbs flicker.
Poets stand on stages and carry the rage of nations... carress love on a mic.
Poets abuse the alphabet in expressions of freedom from societies consraints.
Poets are misunderstood, mistreated, and just plain damn disrespected.
Poets cry too.

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Poets snap nerves like peas
Bend wills like knees
Reawaken the nations
Free the week from suffocation
Take shit like port-a-potty
Then cut it short like starch
Poets are like leeches
seeping into you skin
Drawing out sin
Bleeding the infermity
...Till no more
Poets save lives

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Poets sit in prisons and eat starvation diets.
Poets whisper words to babies born on cold days.
Wind of freezing air and frozen water molecules.
Poets led marches on Washington and whole nations to war.
Poets scribe from ill advised ways of life.
Poets die in solitude...the interlude.
Poets cry too.

HAMZAHFARUQ AND THERESSE BYNUM

[TYPE A]

[TYPE A]
the music for this one...please listen
http://youtu.be/PXPN2dbgu5g

MEN IN ANCIENT TIMES MARVELED OVER YOUR BEAUTY AS YOU WALKED IN QUEENLY SPLENDOR.
A SLICE OF DIVINITY DRAPPED IN VARIED TONES OF MELANINITY.
FROM SHADES OF BLACK TO CHOCOLATE DRIBBLES OF SWEET DREAMS OF LAYING IN YOUR ENCOMPASSING ARMS.
CARAMEL AND PECAN TAN... MOCHA LATTE AND OCTAROON.
AS YOU REMIND MEN IN MODERN TIMES WHAT THE DEFINITION OF REGALITY IS.
IN THE WAY THAT YOUR LIPS POUT SO FULL... YOUR POSTERIOR JUTS SO ROUND.
SO MANY VARIATIONS THAT IT BOGGLES MANS MERE MIND.
OH YOU AFRICAN EMPRESS... OH YOU.
A SONG THAT WAFTS ON THE BREEZES OF A SPECULATIVE PIECE OF POETRY.
WE FIND OURSELVES STILL MARVELING OVER THE BEAUTY OF YOUR NUBIANITY.
AS YOU WALK IN YOUR QUEENLY SPLENDOR.


hamzahfaruq