[WHO DEM A SAY]

[WHO DEM A SAY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGERY... BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/8DOW3n2DLo4




Who dem a say me no beast... 
Dem a rassclot liar. 
Me a describe de booty in bout a million ways... take on new forms... lion and dragon fyah pon the page.
Drop dat ting for me... just a ukki bit.
Flip.
Thus dost thou mesmerize me transcendently...
Thee and thy fruits so tantilizingly sweet...
The juice of thy so pungent in my beard as it signals thy release...
Thy ass the bass as it pounds my mentality.
Flip.
Girl I want to bend you over and exert extreme levels of pressure...
Beat at the walls of your heart... cause erratic palpitations...
Make you call me daddy... make you call me fuck me daddy, fuck me...
Oh daddy I'm your liitle freak as you look at me on your bended knees ...
Sucking your way to the creamy treat.
Flip
Just a likkle bit a lunacy as I romp pon the toys on your playground...
Lick pon your nipples and play flute pon your pussy lips...
Me a buss shots all over your ass cheeks.
Who dem a say me no beast.
Me a wreck dem fat pum pum.




jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[WHEN THIS SONG IS SUNG] A COLLAB FEATURING Sarah Russell

[WHEN THIS SONG IS SUNG] A COLLAB FEATURING Sarah Russell.
THIS PICTURE SPARKED A DISCUSSION BETWEEN SARAH AND I WHEN I SUGGESTED USING IT. LET US KNOW WHAT YOU THINK...
THE MUSIC AND THE PIECE DOES GO WITH IT.
http://youtu.be/joOUZWxF_BY

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The sounds of Anti-living drum incessant off the steaming streets, the manholes of oblivion rattling ominous decree as mindless wheels roll over dreams and leave exhaust where breath should be. A single Ginkgo tree can take that poison and make sweet air for many.. when a stand of them watch shoulder to shoulder, the many shudder reminiscing what they never knew they lost. our We. I stomp and scratch and wail and you beat chest and holler NOW and holy waves of water rain down washing poisons deep in swirls of scatter.. just ignore the chatter and this silent sweeping music from our hopscotch laughing dance... the march of Freedom in this land, rises like steam swells as clouds..


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As the sun rises from the leaves of the tree and graces I and humanity... all the way to the bone.
As the breeze wafts away on his gentle journey... here a breeze... around the world a storm.
So in a way must we be.
The healing of a nation on the cantor of words that fall onto the page and get repeated on the stage... We the poet... We the mage.
As an oak grows strong in the midst of the humming mass of humanity and thrusts it arms skyward, as if begging for our miserable lives... We who just take, take, take.
I hear the beat of your feet as you dance and I a man roar from my roots in tribal rage as the water, land, and ether are raped so savagely by the need to assert authority.
Broken down into most simplistic form this land is but one of many where so many poor live in such squalor while the rich lavishly slather reality onto the t.v. screen.
Freedom begins as a seed in the heart that grows into a mighty forest... I just one of many.
Rising like blunt smoke on the whirlwind.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND @SARAH RUSSELL

[LEAVES OF DEAD LOVE]

[LEAVES OF DEAD LOVE]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/imNp42sA5mQ

Will I ever be able to see love as others do.. Rose scented candles and lavander baths as the orchestra plays its soothing notes.

Love that takes the heart and melts it down to be remolded into a caring place as described in tales of romance.

Love as spoken of in the Quran and the Bible where men were men and woman something beyond.

For all I have seen of love is underlying jealousy and deciet, divorce and heartbreak raining down like sharpened slivers of glass.

Crimes of passion and broken homes.

Long have I wondered who could ever truly love the griot... overstand his pressing need to speak to the masses... his need to have his own space.

A moment alone with the force of his force.

Love has so many faces as it shifts and transforms... reveals its true nature a second before becoming a secret again.

I cry for the masses who are able to see love as such a small thing... as so large a part of their lives.

Even the word has a soothing effect on those trapped in its hold... Love and they sigh.

Trapped in the notes of loves song.

I wonder... Will I ever be able to see love as others do?

All sugar coated and saturatingly sweet.

Will I?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

RIDUNKULOUSLY

The woman featured in these photos is Jayden Starr

[RIDUNKULOUSLY]

THE MUSIC... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS BEAT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRGpWriK1ac

Damn woman you are so rithunkulous... 

I meant to say so ridunkulous...

Oh what the fuck you just plain ass thick...

Let me see dat booty bounce.

Let me lick at the fount of thy pleasure...

Make you curl your toes and squirt your juice into my hungry mouth.

I want to eat at the table of your lust.

Be the king kong to whatever that white chicks name was in the movie...

A whiff of the perfume of your punani...

Ahhhhh tastes so good on the air that I breathe...

A guerilla am I indeed.

Daddy wanna make you wet the bed...

Skeet a likkle bit.

Let it run down my nuts and stain the sheets...

My nasty likkle freak dancer as you ride the whole of my pole.

Swole.

My every desire is to spread them lips and fuck you till you cum...

See the earth as it hangs beneath the mounds of your half moons.

Spank dat monkey till it slobbers in delirium.

Damn I just caught a chill.

Spread it open for kong.

Iwant to lay it in thick.

NASTY TALK...XXX RATED

[NASTY TALK...XXX RATED]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS EXTREME SEXUAL ROMP... YOU BETTA LISTEN CAUSE DIS DAT FYAH..

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

There is no way I guess to say this subtly...

I want to fuck you from the back...

Just bend you over and beat them guts...

Pound you into submission.

I am an an ass man I must admit...

Ass just makes me want to beat the pussy up...

Fuck you till I spray nut all over your ass cheeks...

Bend over and show me what I want to see.

I said bend on over and let me see what I need to see...

That pretty pussy as it hangs so phat...

Ummm you just my nasty lil ol girl...

I want to kiss it from the back and spank it with my hand...

With the head of my dick...

All dat ass got me in a tailspin like a dizzy ass bee drunk on honey...

Ahh I like the way your forest looks turned upside down.

From the front you are just as luscious...

So full and thick that mine eye cries a tear into the fabric of my boxers...

I am gonna fuck you till you scream...

Till I scream in earsplitting release.

There is no way I guess to say this subtly...

I want to fuck you from the back and cover you in the cream of my nut.

[ALL UP IN HER MELTING POT] FEATURING MARCINA TASTYSUNSHINE GILLIAM

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  [ALL UP IN HER MELTING POT] FEATURING MARCINA TASTYSUNSHINE GILLIAM

  THE MUSIC FOR THIS BREW...

  http://youtu.be/iLU0TiqFee0

  
  

  
  
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  I been playing around with caramel...my otha favorite flavor than chocolate...
• Plus its such a sensual treat...erybody loves it next to chocolate
• sweet enough for you? Can i indulge your urge to spurge your words and mix them with my confection?
  I promise not to cause you to melt in my hands, nor will I bite off more than I can chew
  
  
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  I been just letting my mind marinate in thoughts, dreams and linguistic scenes as the kush carries me along.
  Finding myself wandering lifes open roads where so many travel along.
  Watching it all go down from the perspective of a bystander... a different story told from a unique view.
  My history so different from western philosophical schools of thought as taught to the fragile youth.
  The sweet taste of your caramel has ruptured the fabric of silky material that covers the eyes...ripped away the veil.
  I stir in the melting pot o

  f a queen.
  Mixing milk chocolate images into this sweet concoction.
  
  
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  Your spoon dips deeply in my caramel stream blending
  in the waft of my morning musings
  Finding myself on that same open road you traveling
  My map in hand my course plotted out
  Ready to conquer the world without a doubt
  I've many stories to tell much Her-Story to tell
  Taste and see how good the Sunshine can be
  as we stir in my melting pot...
  
  
  
  

FUCKED UP IN YOU

[FUCKED UP IN YOU]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS NASTY ROMP...
http://youtu.be/6_CnQHWwiJ0




Do you know that I will eat you up as you lie contorted in my sexual fantasies... pull at the fabric and grow hard as the tearing sound seems to fill the room... spending a moment saturated in the juiciness of you.

Sometimes all my fantasies seem to take on lives of their own as I dwell in these liquid dreams where you are the sweet ice cream dripped and dipped in the pores of my skin... on my taste buds... all covered in nut.

I said ice cream, woman. Soft sweet and thickly divine...

A taste of you as you moan and cry out in anticipation... a taste of your beauty as it floods the sheets and drips...drips... drips.

A tapestry in a fluid mind. 

We poised to explode in passionate release... yin and yang in karma sutra tones of African daydreams.

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So fucked up in the wanting of wanting to fuck you up... and down.

Show me your shades slowly so that I can absorb the essence of all that you are...

As you burst free, contorted in my sexual fantasies.