[LYRICAL MONKS] FEATURING DAVID LUCKYLEFTY CARDENAS

[LYRICAL MONKS] FEATURING DAVID LUCKYLEFTY CARDENAS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS LYRICAL ASSASSINS RAMPAGE...
http://youtu.be/n1HSqmrhCLM


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From the jump, I leave minds stumped, spiritually crunk
It’s the Lyrical Assassins, Lucky Lefty aka the Lyrical Monk
I write lines, like white lines, inhale and take a bump
As like minds, from different life times shit on these chumps
A continuous dump: I’m Thursday; watch me get over the hump
Leave’em shell shocked, spit these flows out like pumps
Automatics, so I digs in again, like Lenny Kravitz
Addicted to the hip hop, nonstop, I gotz to have it
I’m a disciple disciplined with a million ways to crack habits
I keep leaving haters wheezing, gasping like asthmatics
They can’t hack it, I’m so fucking toxic, you better gas mask it
Or be left flat, suit out the closet, laid in a black casket
A mental whirlwind, like tornados, watch as words spin 
Reverse the worlds pins, rewind the flow, its worst when
I flip letters, if you “live” backward it’s “evil”, see, I birth sin
Cohere the devils grin, inferred to the dome, I’m murkin’
Keeps it coming, no beat, no flow, just a freestyle lurking
Bald headed, no smock, I’m sporting a black fitted, no turban 
Sipping on bourbon, gripping the mic so hard my hand is hurting
Spitting so methodically, I leave hip-hop heads searching
Trust me, when I say you should never trust me
I crush deep, flush creeps, yep, you guessed it, must be
The Lyrical Monk from the gutta, always ready to bust beats
So don’t say shit, when you see us on these tough streets
Cause we’ll hit you with 30 cal slugs and lay you down like Bugsy
Trust me…..


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As I manifest in the corner of the cave of mad monk dreams, covered in shadows emitting the brightest of light.
Lyrical guerilla assassin, kill moves in nature, kill moves in practice,
I take the alphabet and flip that shit out, rip that shit up and drop knowledge supreme undaunted. 
A pure unadulterated poetic whiz as I blows open does, spit the tightest flows, kiss the babies and make punani's flutter
Danger is the word as I emerge.
Biohazard!
Radiating in revelation as fools fall to bended knees, drop jaws in disbelief, all while seeking relief from the fyah of the lyrical beast, sweeping across the galaxy on the winds of this solar storm.
360 degrees as the circle doth complete, flowers growing from the concrete, follow me I lead them out to sea by the east.
I ride on the intoxicating waves of the chemical thc, released by the greenest of herbal trees, meat for the deaf dumb and blind, food for those who seek.
I walks on the backs of stars, dance on the surface of distant planets, float in the darkest depths of space before I freefall back to this stage covered in the robes of a monk.
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head in this monkey style, known to lay a crowd down and take their most precious possessions, spin a savage twist into a tranquil day.
Lyrical assassins dont fucking play

[WARM ME UP]AN EROTIC WRITE

[WARM ME UP]AN EROTIC WRITE
THE MUSIC AND IT TOTALLY FITS THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/uXGjivsnJLU

Another weekend and me and the boys were standing around passing a blunt. It had been warm that day but now it was cold as a mugg and the wind was blowing. Two of my friends were serving and the rest of us were hanging out with them. The more eyes to see the police.
I was high and running my mouth when one of my boys said "Man there she is again." I looked up and saw her and she looked so damn good to me that I just stopped talking and watched as her and her friend walked up to where we were. They both had on short sleeved shirts and were obviously cold but they stopped anyway. The taller of the two was really the talkative one and she knew one of the fellas who was serving and she pulled him to the side and you could tell that she liked him. They had gone to school together and she was younger than he was by a couple of years. I knew this because he had told me earlier.
I looked at her friend without trying to look like I was looking and I noticed that she was shivering so I offered her my coat. She said "I dont want to take your coat but we can share it."
At first I thought she was playing but she walked towards my open coat and stepped into my arms. She was only about 5 feet tall and she was so soft. Her skin was dark and she wore a short hairstyle but her nicest asset so to speak was her ass. She was what we southern men like to call chunky. A thick girl with everything in the right place.
As we stood there hugged up I began to talk to her. I asked her her name and she said "Pooh" and she asked me mine I told her my nickname and she said "No whats your real name." I told her but I also told her that I did not like that name. She looked at me and said "Okay."
We talked for about an hour before I realized what time it was and I asked her where she was going.
"Oh I live across town."
"Where?"
She told me and it was only a block from the house that I lived in so We both agreed that I would walk her home.
She said goodbye to her friend and we walked and talked. I told her that she looked good in my coat "But I bet you look good in anything you wear."
She smiled and thanked me and soon we were passing my house.
"I said this is where I live."
She said "I know."
"So you have seen me before?"
"Yes."
"Are you in a rush to get home?"
"No."
We walked into the yard and entered the house through the side door and went to the front room and sat down.
She looked around and said "Are all these your books?"
"Yes."
"So what do you do?"
"I study."
"Study for what?"
"To overstand life."
She was confused by this answer so I told her about some of the things that I had studied and learned while we puffed on the blunt that I had rolled. 
I asked her if she would like to hear some music and she said yes and I put on some instrumentals that I had been listining to as I wrote that day.
She laid back on the couch and she was so beautiful that I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back and started to rub my hair and I put my hands between her legs and felt the heat of her through her jeans. She inhaled sharply and I put my hand under her shirt and started to rub her swollen nipples as she helped me to pull her shirt over her head. I unfastened her bra and started to suck on her nipples and she rubbed the back of my head as she arched her back and lay down on the couch.
I stood and looked at her and it felt as if something savage came over me as I pulled her pants down and parted her legs. I kissed the insides of her thighs and sniffed of her scent before I licked her clit. She jumped and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in and she squirmed in delight as I hummed on her clit.
I licked her until she came and then I rose. She grabbed at my jeans and took them loose and my dick sprang into view and she took it into her mouth and sucked it while I stood and leaned my waist towards her.
I lay her back down on the couch and pushed her legs all the way back as I guided my dick into her and we fucked like this for awhile before I turned her over and pounded her pussy from the back. She begged me to stop... not to stop and when I came she came again and she lay trembling on the sofa as her orgasm shuddered through her body.
We lay there and talked for a long time and she told me how she had seen me and wanted to get to know me.
I said "You know me now and we laughed and talked before we had sex again and fell asleep.
The next morning we woke up and I walked her home. We stood on the porch and looked at each other and I knew that we would see each other again and again.
Iwaited until she closed the door before leaving and went home. 
That night when I got in from work she was sitting in the swing in my yard waiting for me.

NUBIAN DELIGHT

[WHERE DOES IT END THIS BROKEN ROAD] A COLLAB FEATURING Puss'n Boots

[WHERE DOES IT END THIS BROKEN ROAD] A COLLAB FEATURING Puss'n Boots 
THE FUNK FOR THIS COLABB... IF YOU KNOW HOW WE DO IT YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/WfjnCGqSj3M

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My heart beat lost time
Time and again I find
I'm lost caught out alone
My heart has no home
I've tried to give it away
Pieces of me fell astray
I'll never retrieve them
Spat out like phlegm
Left on the sidewalk
Outlined in chalk
Dead woman walking
My silence is talking

J
My heart is an abyss of mixed emotions
When I look inside
A shudder and a sigh.
My heart broke a long time ago
Memories grasp a hold
Seeking... seeking
The sound as it shatters
So like the tinkle
Broken glass under streetlights
A man unleashed walking in Cibola
Hear me think

P
Is there a place for empty souls
Is there a land where they go
And seek out their existence
Create some semblance 
That resembles normal
My hormones
Scream as loud as my heart
Sometimes one in the same part
I walk away somber
No longer
Human

J
Is there a place for dead thoughts of love
Do they pile up like dry bones
Waiting to be ground to loves dust
Show me where reality begins
Fantasy ends
My scars speak of trials and tribulations
The sum of the whole
I wonder
Does love
Exist


JERALD MURPHY AND PUSS IN BOOTS

[CRABS IN A BUCKET... MOTHER, MOTHER FUCK IT]

[CRABS IN A BUCKET... MOTHER, MOTHER F@&# IT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS...
http://youtu.be/3jf9BNFYYl8

As you know in my capacity of being a shit talker and just general nuisance I have made a lot of friends and enemies. I also have met a lot of people who have affiliations which make it impossible for them to openly say what they want to say.
From time to time I am presented with topics which are totally ripe for discussion. This is one such topic and I dont think that I could word it any better. it concerns our youth and I really would like some feedback on this one. We may help some people who dont know the things that we know so here is the main discussion but as we know it may branch out any kind of way here at Hamzahs page.
"The topic is...Sadly! The discussion is sadly, black people could never survive another slave trade. We'd be eliminated faster than the Native Americans because our men have abandoned their women and families and our women are letting the streets raise their kids. We're stuck...falling victim as prey because we're too predictable, easily molded and falling for the same traps over and over again... prison, politics, preachers and crabs. Why isn't there MANDATORY curriculum starting in sixth grade to groom our young black youth to take the PSAT, the SAT, the ACT, and fill out financial aid paperwork? Instead of MANDATORY State testing, why not take that away and make the PSAT, ACT and SAT our mandatory tests in high school? Why not MANDATORILY FREE to underprivileged youth? Why don't they have a MANDATORY course to make sure your FAFSA is filled out? Why not mandatory classes for young, underprivileged youth to understand that it's actually easier for us to go to college than our privileged counterparts. There's free money out there for us. Why isn't there a mandatory class to teach us how to research our ancestry to find any Native American lineage in our blood lines? If there's proof, your children can be granted a scholarship to attend college free. Why don't they make it mandatory in schools for the underprivileged kids to fill out a Pell Grant application?"

Thank you for the topic anonomous person. This is really somthing to think on.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND ANONOMOUS

[REVELATION ON A CITY STREET]

[REVELATION ON A CITY STREET]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I WOULD ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/crAzIQ2BILY

The man walked with his head held high as he seemed to just emerge from the shimmering waves of heat.
One minute he was not there and then he was.
Even though he was silent his entrance was deafening as the people who were living their daily lives on the sidewalks and in the windows of the shops all seemed to notice him at once.
There was something peculiar about him it seemed. He seemed to radiate light as the sun shined on his skin but the light was wrong.
It seemed to come from the sun and his skin. 
He paused and looked around at the buildings and the people as if they were alien to him and the tattered clothes that he wore seemed to become something else. Where once there were holes and dirt it was the prettiest color that anyone had seen. 
To the old lady with the umbrella and the little dog it looked like a red so deep that she could taste it like tart cherries on here tongue... to the young man with his pants sagged it was a blue so pure that he felt as if he could drink it and his thirst would be quenched.
The wino who stood up off of the step that he had just finished drinking a fifth of wine on saw an angel with a cloak of golden fire and he sank to his knees as all his worries seemed to take flight... never would he drink again.
The man raised his arms and the sound of everything went silent as the birds circled over his head and seemed to ride thermals that swirled from his fingertips.
The day became the most beautiful day that any of the people who now stood enthralled had ever seen and a song seemed to coming from the air... no from the ground.
From in their minds played in tribute to the oneness of man... to his duplicity.
For a second it felt as if everything that ever was, is and could be was right here, right now.
These are the things that they saw.
A pregnant woman on a bus stop heard her baby speak from in her belly and it felt so right that the man sitting next to her spoke back.
The man stood in the middle of the intersection and opened his mouth and when he spoke it came from the depths of all space as he said
"It is time."
They all heard.
He turned and his clothes became tattered remnants again as he walked away with his head held high.

" GIMME SOMMA DAT" A PUSS N BOOTS AND HAMZAH COLLAB... EXTREMELY EROTIC

" GIMME SOMMA DAT"
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WET SLIPPERY RIDE...
http://youtu.be/w2D2Md1RCTI

J
I want to fuck you black and blue.
I want to linger in the folds of your manifestation.
take you away as you ride my thickened pole.
engorged and swollen to fill your walls
feel your walls.
flesh slapping flesh savagely as we unleash

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I want you to take command
Make my sex your demand
On hands and knees
Begging please
Pain before pleasure
Or pain begat pleasure
Your fingers indent my hips
Your taste on my lips
My wish 
Beat the pussy raw

J
Aww shit now you talkin to the beast.
A pussy pounding fool.
You on bended knees looking at me as you swallow.
Swole pole.
Push them legs back to the bed.
Stand up in that thang.

P
Yes Papi
This pussy
Needs a man up in it
Get it Papi oooh yessss get it
I need palms on thighs
Look in my eyes
And feel the texture of my walls 
Hear me as I call
Your name
No shame
In this fucking
Dick so deep you gutting
Ripping through walls
And I take it all
I'm a woman Daddy
Fuck me 
wildly, deeply, madly

J
I like it when you call me papi.
Just plain invigorates the southern in me.
All that pretty pink pussy.
You like when I trill on that clit?
Some Dr Freakenstine shit.
Itssss aliveeeeee!!!
I want to see that pussy as it dangles.
neath them ass cheeks.
All fruity and thangs
Spank dem ass cheeks and get up into the heart of the matter.
A pussy fuckin fool.
Committing guerilla warfare.
Beware... better beware

P
I'm not scared Papi
Deep dick amazes me 
My kitty drips in anticipation
Awaiting your evaluation
Is it fat enough for you
Do my thick lips entice you
Make you want to lick
Make you wanna feel it quint 
Dime Papi
Tell me
I'm ready for war
Make the pussy yours