[INHALE]
THE FUNK FOR THIS DROP...
http://youtu.be/RB_Qb4rZDcE
Take these words and break them down and you are left with seeds... the potential to grow green.
Babies that smell of freshness... a pause...
Inhale.
Sniffing at the vapors of life anew... born again and again.
Sprinkles of spacedust that circulates in the realm of our cosmos.
Sunny days and sidewalks full of the vibration... the serenade of life.
In the blood are bridges to the chambers of God from whence a breath was formed.
In mans lungs...
Inhale.
Depart and do thy living as old habits die hard deaths on political platforms.
Men convicted by the microphones in cellular devices... GPS dead on.
Martial is the law in the ghetto as the war goes on in full frontal view of the local newstation.
Fed to the masses.
Take these words and break them down...
Inhale.
HAMZAHFARUQ
[BEAUTY AND THE SAVAGE BEAST] A Puss'n Boots AND HAMZAH FARUQ JAM...
THE MUSIC...AND IT TOTALLY ROCKS THIS JOINT...
http://youtu.be/-iVkQ5TGzNI
P
Would you like to be my stimuli
Would you mind enticing my senses
Inciting reactions
Causing interactions
Physical attraction
Has brought us together
Will you be the aggressor
Can you make wet wetter
Bring about painful pleasure
Dig deep for my buried treasure
Please forgive my boldness
I hope I'm not showing abstruseness
But Papi your hardness
Is telling me you mean business
And my sultriness
Won't be denied
I've tried
To scribe
Sweet tides
But my legs astride
Are telling you cum inside
I need it Daddy
Badly
H
I am the beast.
A stroke in the mathematics of you.
An abstraction.
Your pheromones permeate the fibers of my sinuses...
Be my prey on bended knee... mine supine.
Skin that is my playground.
Caves right for the plunder.
Ahhh the booty.
I partake of thee.
P
I allow you full access
My body you possess
Delve in full thick inches
Squeeze my breasts
Bring G-Spot stress
I'm cussing your phallus
Oh yessssssss
Leave your imprint
Feel mi quint
Now it's your kitty
Work it properly
H
As I manipulate the palpitations of punani quiveringly...
Lingering in the plushness and feeling your heart...
Beat, beat, beat.
I listen to the melody of your pleas...
The sweetness of your primal screams as we wet the room.
A rub in the right place and you bust...
Skeet, skeet...
Flyyyy me to the moon!!!
Blast me off.
A pump a de pum pum... a rumpa pumm pumm.
..
HAMZAH FARUQ AND PUSS IN BOOTS
A KILLMOVE JOINT
[JUST DO IT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS MUSIC AND THIS PICTURE...
http://youtu.be/7Eyw8G6yBR0
Dance into the fabric of we as we ascend into new centuries, oh ye spirit of ebony queens.
Soft like silk as you weave and sway... rotate your hips and thrust out your butt... life as it erupts from your womb and spreads...
Across the face of the earth.
Oh ye queens of varied degrees of color splashed across the dance floor of life... beat out our story with your feet as you spin in frenzied release.
Melanin in the soul of your movements... soul in motion as defined by thee.
In the lines of you are revelations and verbalizations... hope for future generations.
When your body became the sin was sin instigated and perpertrated for from your breasts flows the milk of knowing.
Place an African baby on the floor and he feels the beat as it is passed on through the veins of new nubian queens in-vitrolly.
Raise the dust as you get down in my funked out mind... shining and glistening in the dew of your sweat as it covers you in an ebony sheen.
Show me your inner being oh ebony queen as you undulate so scintillatingly...
Dancing away into the fabric of we.
HAMZAHFARUQ
{MAY I HAVE A THICK SLICE OF THAT KONY BOLONGA PLEASE?}
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/jMnLHmTXjgU
Not to rain on anyones parade but it seems as if a black man is once being used to mask the truth. Not that Koni ain't bout one of the lowest forms of human being on earth its just that you cant kill the monster without killing the head... or blaming it.
The head in this case is the people who finance the regime of Koni who uses child soldiers to enforce his rule as the whole country is raped. As a matter of fact as the continent of Africa is raped. If you look you will see that two of the main exports from Ghana are cocoa and diamonds. Child slaves are used for this labor as well but who benefits from it? Certainly not you and I as billions are spent worldwide on just these two things.
The reason that the U.S. government would not get involved in Ghana is that it was already involved anyway.
America is one of the leading consumers of both of the products that I mentioned and we are not even going to talk about the fact that there recently was an oilfield which was discovered that holds over 3 billion barrels of oil and the numbers for oil are increasing daily from this country.
If Koni were the only one benefitting from this I am sure that he would have an army which would rival the one in the U.S.
Once again mass media is distorting our view of the situation as it stands. As I said putting a black face on white evil.
I applaud the latest efforts which are headed by invisible children:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc
yet we must realize that this man would not have this power if our need and wants for the goods that this part of Africa were not so great.
you want somebody to do something? Boycott the chocolate and diamond industries. Boycott the oil companies for one week. If you do that I bet they will capture this man by next week.
As always I am going to keep this short but remember. You are only seeing what they want you to see. You better open your eyes a little wider.
Peace!
HAMZAHFARUQ
[POUND...POUND]
THE POUND FOR THIS SOUND...
http://youtu.be/X-bb3-PLMUQ
When the smoke hits the bronchial clusters and expands outward... violent explosions of breath as the ether is found.
A long ride on a ganja filled cloud of intensity.
Pound... pound.
Swisher sweet and optimo sports wrapped round the green... a trip to the land of all you can see... third eye vision... seen?
A road of sweet sensimilla dreams... a flip of the cosmic seam.
Swirls of smoke of a most pungent odor...
Pound... pound.
Notty buds for a man notty bout... puff on the calamus... spark, snap, crackle, puff.
Blaze up the chalice in babylon... burn one.
Red, black, green and gold rainbows on the horizon.
Pound... pound.
Crickets sing into the night sky... birds to the morning sun.
When the smoke hits the bronchial clusters and expands outward.
Pound ... pound.
HAMZAH POUND...POUND FARUQ
[DAMN!!!]
the music for this piece...
http://youtu.be/HwlxwIDLXAs
A reflection on a balmy winter day.. the layers of the air flicker by and I am away.
Swaying on a breeze as it lifts and carries me gently in its motion... to the ends of infinity and beyond.
To where it all began as a thought to Allah who is al- sami.
Check the Arabic directory.
I am who I am as made by he, who the??? man who are you to judge me?
Try to stigmatize and scandalize...
This is free mind therapy... some days it just be.
A day in the annals of alphabatology...
Hey man in 3073!!!
See me!
I fall into the current and ride its drift as all these things fall into place... find cohesion in this meditative mind moving at the speed of hyperlight.
Freefall on a page on a hyperspace highway in this temple babylon where a voice echoes on its way to zion...
A ride on the winds as they howl across the plains... dust from which arises an oasis.
Across seas where oil is spilled and lives taken.
Red brick walls in projects where lives are planned right from the start.
All on the wind today.
[SWEPT AWAY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. LISTEN TO THE WAIL...
http://youtu.be/JUMw0AJ_nxI
These days as I pick at these keys I think of the past... mine and so many more... merging into the future of the matter.
From whence we came and to where we go as relative to the globalization of we so to speak.
If I may?
As these seasons change and the trees glow in fluorescent green spreading semen to pollinate the seed which will one day leave the parent to propagate the earth.
So much potential in such a tiny package... kissed by the light of thermonuclear fusion... filtered through the antimatter of space.
Broken down atmospherically and redistributed as solid masses of humanity as the headlong rush continues... to the end.
The earth raises her hand to strike back as she is drained dry... raped and desecrated... her dress ripped and torn as it hangs from her shoulders and her scars show through.
Steel and concrete scabs where artificial light shines back into the night sky... domestic violence has been perpetrated as poison runs down her legs and into the rivers and seas.
Chemical compounds in the food and water as the girls grow full at younger and younger ages... hormones and pheromones that penetrate into the fabric of all this.
Man so busy paying for insubstantial things that he forgets to pay attention to things... floating past the view as we revolve spatially.
Child of Allah, child of the sun... child of man...
If I may?
HAMZAHFARUQ
