[DIGRESSION INTO AFRICAN FEMININE MELANIN ON ONE]

[DIGRESSION INTO AFRICAN FEMININE MELANIN ON ONE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...BETTA LISTEN.
http://youtu.be/crBgxmJlB_0


A moment as I digress into the molecular structure of your melanin... that place where man is lost and found in the atmosphere of all these emotions.
Dizzy from the lusciousness of your presence as we inhabit this planet together.
Revolve on the surface of a big blue marble suspended in space.
Water the element... fire the element.
Such a vivid vision on a barren plain... a splash of color on a blank page.
Bim Ya!!!
As we exist in the existence of our existence.
Where we were is where we are at on a spiritual level... never to forget the sacrifices made to assure our survival.
Flowers, seeds and fruit.
Forgive me if I tend to ramble in my recollection, so many years have we been apart while standing together... naked in the eyes of the world.
Whipped and chained into submission while being sold the dream of freedom...
Where once I sang a song ... Oh my queen... oh my queen... this here world ain't quite what it seems.
Where once an African mother gave birth to children on stolen land...
We the result of all this activity living at the end of these times... the beginning of the future.
I exist in the molecular structure of the melanin of African empresses as we spin in and out of control...
Revolutions and revelations as the world rotates...
I digress.

[LETS GO ALL THE WAY] EROTIQUE. FEATURING APRIL UNDAUNTED CRENSHAW

[LETS GO ALL THE WAY] FEATURING APRIL UNDAUNTED CRENSHAW
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SEXUAL RELEASE...YOU BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/LQM07AUGufo




A
From the arch of my back
I feel the tension as I relax 
Knees are clinched as I feel the suspense
Pillow wet as I sweat 
You grab my waist for a deeper taste, while I bury my face, Ohhhhhhh this feels so great
You push and thrust while continually I bust.


J
I feel the quiver of your muscles as I trace my fingers across your skin.
Your sigh as I part your knees and kiss you where it hurts.
My tongue, my beard buried in the wetness of all of you.
I hear your moan and I smile within as I hum on your clit and you explode... time and time again.
So sweet the taste... so sweet the sound.


A
Stroking your head as your face embeds inside of me
As my juices leak 
My inner freak 
Cries out loudly
Eat me take me 
Make my clit spit 
As you hit and hit 
Time to take that big dick


J
As I stand my dicks stands with me thickly...
I wave it in your face and graze it across your lips...
I feel this need in the bottom of my balls...
The tingling of my scalp....
Your mouth feels so warm as you suck it in...
Mmmmm harder... 
I rub on your pussy as you suck my dick...
I squeeze your nipples and stroke back and forth on your tongue...
Suck sweet agony as I feel my cum and push you away...
Lay down and give that pussy to me.


A
I will lay please don't delay
I'm hungry for you 
You being inside me 
Bodies colliding 
Slipping and sliding
Even me riding I'm so excited
Hours have past we are about to blast
I'm shaking like earth quacking
We've reached it 
such a
Release mmmm climax 
Extended release


J
I roar in the tinniest fibers of my being.
Your taste hath excited me see?
A moment as we flip through the pages of sweaty sensuality.
A lifetime as we fuck so savagely.
Mount Kilimanjaro and volcanic eruptions in the Pacific.
From the floors to the shores.
A blast from the past as we disintegrate...
Mmmmmmm.

[BE YE SHEEP]

[BE YE SHEEP]
SOUND OF THE REVOLUTION... BE YE ADVISED
http://youtu.be/MZFU15SDMB8

IN THIS THE FUTURE OF SO MANY PASTS WHERE WE FIND OURSELVES HELD IN PLACE BY ANCIENT IDEOLOGIES..
TRAPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE AS DEFINED BY 360...
WHERE THE MARK OF THE BEAST IS MANIFESTED BY BAR CODE TECHNOLOGY AND WWW IS 666 WAYS TO GET LOST...
WE THE FREE TRY TO BRING THE TRUTH TO THE YOUNG BLACK YOUTH WHO NEED TO SHOW AND PROVE...
A LITTLE BIT OF THE OLD SCHOOL FLIPPED OUT TO THE NEW...
WHERE 5 PERCENT OF THE MASSES KNOWS THE REAL DEAL...
TRILLION DOLLAR BAILOUTS THAT NEVER REACHED THE GHETTO...
SOMEBODY HAS TO DIE FOR ORDER TO BE MAINTAINED... THATS THE LAW OF STATISTICS...
MEETINGS IN HALLOWED HALLS WHERE THE RAM PRESIDES...
BAPHOMET WALKS UNDAUNTED AMONG THE FLOCK...
7 LEVELS OF OVERSTANDING AS SHEEP WAKE FROM SLEEPING SLUMBER AND ENTER THE DOJO OF OVERSTANDING...
PRESSURE POINTS AND KILL MOVES... INTERDIMENSIONAL TRAVEL AND TRANSITIONAL PHASES ON SOLAR AND LUNAR CYCLES.
IN THIS THE FUTURE.


DEFINITIONS:
360 DEGREES: THE SUM OF ALL KNOWLEDGE.
IN ANCIENT HEBREW THE LETTER W IS ASIGNED THE NUMBER 6... WWW IS 666.
5 PERCENT: THE POOR RIGHTEOUS TEACHERS WHO TRY TO WAKE THE MASSES.
BAPHOMET: The most well-known and recent depiction shown by Eliphas Lévi's 1854 Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie, consisting of a goat with a torch between the horns. This image is often used as a representation of Satan or some other hierarchy of Hell. 
7 LEVELS: IN ISLAM THERE ARE 7 LEVELS TO HEAVEN AND HELL.
IN ISLAM ALLAH IS THE LORD OF THE WORLDS [ Al ḥamdu lillāhi rabbi l-'ālamīn] ALL PRAISE IS DUE TO ALLAH, LORD OF THE WORLDS.

JERALD HAMZAH FARUQ MURPHY

[SYMBOLICAL]

[SYMBOLICAL] A ONE WORD TOPIC SUBMITTED BY Chelle Belle
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WAR CHANT...
http://youtu.be/5owbbkUHXgo


We walk in the shadow of all this symbolism... ancient creeds and decrees... flags blowing in the breeze.
Signs and cornerstones that speak of the superiority of those who can read the script as it symbolically expresses.
So many so lost in the superficial while all around a whole nother world is manifest.
Positions posed on courtroom walls and printed on currency... the mark of the beast... annuit coeptis and novus ordo seclurum.
The head of the ankh lost in translation... top of the pyramid enclosed in a circle... eye of horus  lord of the perfect black.
We seperated from wisdom by false education...
Crosses that speak of crusades where blood flowed from christian swords onto the sands of new worlds... old cultures trampled to dust.
All of it hidden in plain view as man heedlessly rushes along... knowledge stolen and corrupted... used to enslave.
Levels and squares on windowless buildings where the fate of man is decided on a whim...
He who stands above... pulpits in church where the priest wears the robe... stands in courtrooms where the judge wears the robe.
Symbols of power over those who listen but do not read... those who see the signs and take no heed of what they mean.
Turn to Deuteronomy 28 where it states :The LORD shall bring a nation against thee from far, from the end of the earth, as swift as the eagle flieth; a nation whose tongue thou shalt not understand;
If that aint the way they came then we aint we... 
Living in the shadow of all this symbology.


jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[MEETING OF THE BEASTS] STARRING ANGELA WILLIAMS AS THE SHE BEAST

[MEETING OF THE BEASTS]
THE BEATDOWN... THE BEATDOWNNNNNN...
http://youtu.be/LppQ7xZlyaA






A
You're not ready for me.
Seriously, you're not.
This constant flirting is bullshit.
If you want me say so.
However, don't get it twisted I know it's not a love connection
it's just a fuck session.
Don't look so surprised.
Truth is on the table and emotions are out the door.
It's about you and me connecting on a primal level.
Let's clear the air of how it would feel to have my pussy enshroud your dick.
And while we're at it let's answer the question of how my ass looks as you're pounding it from behind.
Papi don't look so shocked.
We're past the stage of flowers, sunshine and hearts. 
We're knee deep in unleashing the beast and putting a hump in your back.
I'm gonna head to the room, it's your choice if you follow.
All you need is stamina and a hard dick.
Come if you dare into my lair.


J
I really don't think you are ready for me...see.
My ideas of sexuality.
The flirt is the height of all that I see... hint of panties... scent of your flower.
To let you know that I want you would make me vulnerable as I traverse in this minefield of myriad personalities.
I am the lion and you are the prey...
You say you wanna fuck I got no problem with that.
Lick at your thighs and bite at your calves... all that jacked up in the air as I stroke at the walls of your sheath.
Beat it as you moan on bended knee... rub your clit and listen to you scream.
Daddy Longstroke is my name... whupping punani is my game.
I want to funk you up as I beat the pussy up.
I follow you into the room with plenty of stamina and a power pole dick.
Woman you done fucked up.
A beast has entered thy lair.


A
Baby, Baaby, Baaaby!
So you think I done fucked up?
Let me splain something to you.
Don't be misled by the shy, quiet demeanor.
I am not your damn prey!
Fuck it!
You don't believe me so let me prove it.
Lie back and let me partake in your power pole dick.
So smooth, so long, so thick like I like it.
Do you like the way I stroke you with my hands?
Up and down with a little twist, a little slow, a little fast.
Damn it seems to be getting bigger.
I think a tear has escaped from your pole's eye.
Let me lick it away.
You taste like I thought...salty yet sweet.
I take your head in my mouth and suck it ever so slowly. 
I take my time in tasting you.
Inch by inch I take you all in.
Sucking and licking. 
I know you want to thrust, but not yet.
Let me taste you.
Oh shit I hit that spot!
You grab my hair and start thrusting.
Damn you're hitting the back of my throat and it feels so good.
I hear that guttural sound rising from deep in your chest.
And you're thrusting faster.
That's it! Right there... the beast has been unleashed.
Your moans sound like a roar as you release your creamy juice down my throat.
Absolutely delish to the last drop.
Your prey is truly ready to be fucked.
Welcome to my lair my beast now fuck me up


J
As the one called Big Daddy I overstand need...
The kind that releases your she beast.
There is no way that you can surprise me... I am the dominate... domination.
Even in my surrender to the softness of your lips... the light touches of your hand my power increases.
My beastly needs.
As you naked stare into the tear of my eye that reflects your lips... your tongue as you kiss away my glistening precum...
I grab the back of your head and hold you as I show you who I am... hammer of John Henry... the pure unadulterated beatdown.
Bass is my emanation... told you I was gonna fuck you up.
All off in the back of your throat as I pump your head on the massive swole of my pole.
Feel the hot wetness of your slob on my knob... You told me you swallow and I push your lips all the way to the base as I release my seed... feel you as you swallow it down.
Push you back and kiss your clit...
The beast wants to eat...
Woman you done fucked up

{LETS US MAKE A PORNO}

{LETS US MAKE A PORNO}

THE MUSIC FOR THIS EROTIC ESCAPADE... YOU BETTER LISTEN YOU KNOW I BE BANGIN THAT FUNK...

http://youtu.be/Ib1IQV36nJk

THE MODEL IS BLACKCHERRY

Lets us... you and I make a porno.

Some of that dirty freaknasty shit that makes you squirm as you watch it... hot desire bubbling all in your belly.

Let me look in the window as you undress, a camera in my hand as you take each tantalizing piece of cloth off.

Such a lovely sight to behold as I tear the screen from the window and you act all surprised... damn woman you so nasty, such a pretty pussy as you show it to me.

Changing panties for Big Daddy to see.

Stand back cause it may get a little rough when I enter the room... all hyped up on the excitement of seeing what plays back on this screen... as I listen to your heightened cries of passion. 

You on your knees as I take what you give...

Show me that pussy... bend on over and show it to me.

Such a nasty ass freak... I wonder if you can see my dick when you look back like that as I drive into the pink of your pretty pussy... give it to me from the front.

From the back.

Upside down.

Your scars only serve to make me want you more... they testify to your willingness to survive and adapt...

To be what you need to be in the face of all things.

I lick them as I fuck... as the camera records.

We bust a screaming nut and I spray cum from your pussy to your chin...

Lets us make a porno my nasty little freak...

Tonight.

[MY BROTHERS]

Jerald Murphy

[MY BROTHERS]
THE MUSIC... AS ALWAYS IT FIT THE PIECE SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/rzqsb30SYXo

We continue on my brothers in these squalid times where our name has been dragged through the dirt and our dreams crushed... where once we built a great nation on our backs hunched over in the sun.
We continue on in the face of these insurmountable odds... mountains that reach to the heavens of white Jesus where so many are found.
Painted as villians while all the while we have been victims of our own infamy... our popularity... as we are absorbed.
We continue on my brothers while forgetting that it is our skin that is the sin as told in the shadow of a burning cross on an immaculate lawn.
While standing in a courtroom full of white faces as the baliff places silver bracelets on black wrists and enslaves yet another brother... just cause he was born poor.
We these trees grown from African seeds in the belly of the beast.
So many who have forgotten that this is a war we fight everyday... girded loins and such.
We continue on my brothers into the infinite future.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY