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Monday, March 26, 2012

Soul Survivor Gun Session





Soul Survivor Gun Session


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cRJ6nf0xJ-c


COME AT HAMZAH AND BE MESMERIZED AS I DEMATERIALIZE AND REARRANGE MY STRUCTURE, BORN AGAIN, STRONG AND REVITALIZED.

WHEN I DROP INTO MY WARRIORS STANCE, EVEN THE BEAUTY OF BALLET CANNOT MATCH THE ELOQUENCE OF THIS DANCE.

THIS FYAH THAT FLOWS FROM THIS PEN SHALL NEVER CEASE TO BE, AS I FLIP THIS ALPHABET SO STRATEGICALLY.

A STRAIGHT GORILLA ON THE LOOSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY, THE KIND OF MAN WHO WILL CHEW A BRICK, RAW AND GRITTY.

EMPRESSES IN THIS WAR WHO STAND AT MY SIDE, AFRICAN NATURE, PENS AS HOT AS MINE THEIR WORDPLAY WILL ERASE YA.

MUST I TAKE THIS TIME TO REMIND EVERYONE CONCERNED THAT I AM HAMZAH, 360 DEGREES OF UNALDULTERATED RAGE, LYRICS THAT SING OUT LIKE THE CLASH OF SWORDS BLADES.

BRED IN THE PROJECTS WHERE LIFE IS CHEAP, AS A FOOL SOWS, SO SHALL HE REAP.

I WILL LIVE AND DIE FOR THE ONE THAT I LOVE, SUPERIOR PARAGRAPHS THAT RAIN FROM UP ABOVE.

THE TESTAMENT OF HAMZAH, LOOSED FROM HIS CAGE.
 
 

SWEET NUBIAN SONG



SWEET NUBIAN SONG
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE..
http://youtu.be/ZJD2AwJ8_Ic


OH MY SWEET EMPRESS THOU DOST MAKE MINE MIND DO FLIPS EVERYTIME THAT THOU WALK WITHIN THE CONFINES OF MY SIGHT.

SUCH A LOVELY VISION ART THOU IN SO MANY PERSPECTIVES, A SLOW SONG PLAYING ACROSS THE TAPESTRY OF A FAST WORLD.

THY SCENT IS AS THAT OF JASMINE, A FLOWER SO FRAGRANT AS IT SOOTHES A SAVAGED MIND.

THINE EYES OF LIQUED LUMINOSITY THAT DRAW ME IN AS A MOTH TO A FLAME, NO SWEETER A DEATH THAN IN THEIR DEPTHS.

THAT SMILE THAT THOU DOST COYLY HIDE WITHIN THE BROWN OF THY SKIN ARE THE WEB THAT TRAPS ME IN A SILKEN EMBRACE.

DO YOU GET MY DRIFT, MY MEANING? OH AFRICAN EMPRESS AS I LAY MY HEART OUT UPON THESE LINES?

SIGH SO THAT I MAY HEAR YOUR INNER SPIRIT AS IT FLOWS ACROSS THE STRANDS OF THY VOCAL CHORDS A MOST MELODIOUS SOUND IN THESE EARS.

PRIMITIVE AND MODERN, I REMAIN A HUNTER WHO STALKS THE MOST ELUSIVE PREY, FOR LOVE DOTH HIDE DEEP IN A TANGLED FOREST.

THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT I WOULD SAY TO THEE MINE EMPRESS, ESPRESSIONS OF MY SOUL LOCKED AWAY IN MY HEART.

MAY THEY FIND THINE EARS BEFORE I AM NO MORE, A MAN FADING SLOWLY INTO BLACK. 

SOUL SEARCHING



SOUL SEARCHING
THE MUSIC...
http://youtu.be/ATpVTBfeE3U


I SEARCH FOR MY SOUL WITH THIS SWORD THAT I WIELD IN MY HANDS.
BLADES THAT GLINT IN THE MORNING SUN , THE PROMISE OF LIFE IN THE LIGHT.
JUST AS THERE LOOMS THE PROMISE OF DEATH.
DEW THAT GLISTENS AS I CROSS THE GLADE WHILE FIRE BURNS IN IN THE PITS OF MY BEING.
I FELL TO EARTH ON A FLAMING STAR AT MANS CREATION, FROM ITS CORE DO I ERUPT.
THE PROMISE OF FREEDOM FOR THOSE WHO FOLLOW MY LEAD.
THE FURY OF HELL AND ALL ITS DENIZENS IF YOU DO NOT.
I MAKE NO EXCUSES FOR THE PAIN THAT I HAVE WROUGHT, THE AGONY OF THOSE WHO I HAVE PASSED.
FOR I AM A PART OF THESE BLADES THAT I DANCE WITH IN THE MIDDLE OF BATTLE.
WHERE WORLDS WHIRL IN MY HEAD AND LIVES FALL BENEATH MY FEET.
A SONG SO LULLING THAT I SWOON TO HEAR IT PLAY.
A LULLABY TO A WARRIOR.
WINGS OF ANGELS THAT HAVE CARRESED ME AS I LAY SCARRED AND TATTERED AFTER VICTORY.
A TESTAMENT TO THE SPIRIT PLACED IN A BABE CRADLED IN THE WOMB OF SPACE. 
AND BIRTHED OF A WOMAN ON THIS REALM...
THIS EARTH 

IF





[IF]


THE MUSIC







IF I COULD WALK ON WATER I WOULD WALK TO AFRICA.
TRACE THE SAME PATH THAT THE SHIPS TOOK THAT STOLE MY FAMILY FROM DISTANT SHORES.
I WOULD REACH INTO THE WAVES AND PICK UP THE BONES THAT LITTER THE OCEAN FLOOR.
WHEN I REACH THE BEACHES OF THE MOTHERLAND I WOULD FALL DOWN AND MAKE SALAT...BEFORE I PLACED THE REMAINS IN THE SOIL OF OUR BIRTH.
WATER AND DIRT THAT MADE THE CLAY OF WE.
I WOULD WALK UNTIL THE BOOTS THAT I WEAR BECAME TATTERED SHREDS.
IF I COULD WALK ON WATER I WOULD WALK TO AFRICA
 
 

SUMMERTIME



SUMMERTIME
MUSICCCC!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gz3c12LL5g




LYRICS OF SUMMER THAT STRIVE TO REACH THE HIGHEST PLAINS, GRASPING AT ASCENSION TO THE 7TH LEVEL OF HEAVEN.


ALLAH SITS IN HIS OMNIPOTENCE, HIS OMNIPRESENCE AS LIFE CARRIES ON, A SIGH BREATHED IN THE WIND OF TIME IS LIVED BY A MAN.


BABIES NEWLY BORN CRYING IN THE ARMS OF SMILING PARENTS WHO CRY TEARS OF JOY FOR REMEMBERED PAIN.


IT ALL SEEMS LIKE AN ALLUSION TO AN ILLUSION AS THESE DAYS RACE PAST THE FLUTTERING SHUTTERS OF THESE EYES.


RAINBOWS THAT GLIMMER IN THE REFRACTED LIGHT OF DROPS OF WATER SUSPENDED IN THE SPACE OF AIR.


TIME FLIES BY ON GILDED WINGS AS BODIES OF THE INNOCENT AND THE GUILTY ARE LAYED TO REST, PILLOWS OF SATIN, CLAY OF RED.


QUESTIONS OF "WHY?' WAILED TO BLUE SKIES, "WHY?" WAILED TO CLOUDS OF GREY AS THE RAIN FALLS AND FRESHENS THE AIR, FRESHENS THE DIRT OF EARTH.


SEEM AS IF ALLAH HAD IT ALL PLANNED AS PIECES OF THE PUZZLE FALL AND ASSIMILATE INTO PICTURES, FALL INTO PLACE.


HILLS AND VALLEYS, MOUNTAINS AND SEAS, THE HIGH TIDES AND THE LOW TIDES OF SPIRITUALITY.


IF I WERE A RELIGIOUS MAN I MIGHT PREACH TO YOU, STAND ON A PULPIT ON HIGH AND UNLEASH A TIRADE OF WORDS.


BUT ALL I GOT IS THESE SUMMERTIME LYRICS THAT STRIVE TO REACH THE HIGHEST PLAINS OF ALLAH.

YOU



YOU

YOU BURN IN MY SOUL LIKE A FIRE THAT SWEEPS ACROSS THE FOREST FLOOR.

INCINERATING ALL THAT STANDS IN ITS WAY AS LIFE SCATTERS IN ITS WAKE.

THE NOISE OF THE WINDSWEPT FLAMES IS THE VOICE OF THIS WARRIOR.

LICKING AT THE LEAVES OF TIME THAT ARE THE BOOK OF LIFE.

YOU ARE THE RAINS THAT COME BEFORE NEW LIFE BEGINS TO APPEAR.

THY WORDS THE SOOTHING BREEZE THAT CARRESS THE HARDENED CREVASSES OF THIS HEART.

THE SEEDS THAT GROW ARE PROOF OF THY COMFORT TO A RAGING MIND.

YOU ARE THE MOON THAT LIGHTS THE NIGHT AS I STAND BENEATH ITS COMFORTING GAZE.

SO PALE AS IT LIGHTS THE WAY AND THE PATH STANDS OUT SO CLEAR.

TO HAVE MET YOU AT AN EARLIER TIME WOULD HAVE CANCELED THIS EFFECT.

FOR ALL IS DUE TO THOSE WHO SEARCH, ROOTS THAT DIG SO DEEP.

YOU ARE THE COMFORT THAT COMES AS THE CURTAINS BEGAIN TO CLOSE.

SHADES DRAWN ACROSS THE STAGE OF LIFE.

A VOICE THAT HAS CHANGED FROM ONE OF PURE RAGE TO ONE OF CONTEMPLATION.

SO SOOTHING IN TEMBRE AS IT LEAVES THESE LIPS.

YOU BURN IN MY SOUL LIKE A FIRE THAT SWEEPS ACROSS THE FORST FLOOR. 

PIT