[PANTY WETTER]

[PANTY WETTER] TOPIC SUBMITTED BY Mercy Arnold
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/067i_VzCNUI

They calls me Big Daddy, otherwise I am known as the pure pussy getter... the supreme panty wetter.
Lyrics whispered into receptive ears on cold winter nights as that pussy grows moist in anticipation.
I will talk my way all under the layers of your clothes touch that clit and make your blood flutter... Lay it open and gently touch that clit with my tongue.
Verbally and physically.
A downright beast as I take you to the edge of your fantasy and push you over... Make you land all on top of me... Dick all the way back to your spine.
Spank them ass cheeks and call you my bitch and my whore cause thats what panty wetters is... Pure dee downright nasty as I feel my nuts slapping that pussy... Your pussy belongeth to me.
Hand over your mouth so your man don't hear as I savagely ravage the walls of your punani.
Some of that panty wetting beatdown that makes the earth seem to tremble as you shudder.
Wracked within the spasms of a shatteringly screaming nut...
Woman in case you didn't know...
Big Daddy wets panties up.

[OH AFRICA IN AMERIKKKAN QUEENS]

[OH AFRICA IN AMERIKKKAN QUEENS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/oVUxYxOag7U

No matter where these roads may take me you still reign as the most beautiful of the feminine... In the blackest shades of your melanic skin to the smoothest of brown.
The light and the dark... The beat of your heart is the drum of procession for this regression...
In fragmented dreams and jail cells where I may find myself lingering on this winding stroll.
Trying to leave a little of me spread out... Hoping somebody remembers and passes it on... You all in my skies.
Sexual digressions and introspectives into your collective soul where blackness is the basis of creation... Reborn time and time again.
From the brown of your eyes to the blackness of the naps that remain twisted in your kitchen where even the relaxer fails to erase patterns of humanities birth.
As a man travels these highways a runaway slave yours is the visage that wakes him from the slumber of sleep and activates his mentality.
Gives him reason to be concerned and motivates... You looming in the horizon... City of mans salvation if only he overstood.
In your walls are the makings of freedom from oppression and resistance.
If only a man were to look.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[PASSED ON]

[PASSED ON]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/9hrVk_9gdU8

So much pressure as it all beats down... These eviscerating lyrics dropped in the name of our people... We unequaled.
Once in Africa a man looked at the sun as I do today... My ancestor.
His blood still flows in my veins as he has become a part of the dust that rises when I walk.
Once a mother nursed a baby in the middle of an African village as children ran about... Grandmother to so many future generations.
Her d.n.a. carries in me and my bretheren my sistren and in our fruit and seed mixed in the fallopian tree.
Once in the south a slave looked to the stars and wished he could run away... Just be anywhere else but here... Born a slave... Dead a slave.
My people...
When a man forgets his past he is doomed in all his futures all his possibilities.
He lives in the illusion of being free when he is nothing but another mans bitch.
Might as well bend the fuck over and touch the floor... Assume the motherfucking position!
Be the slutted out victim.
Once we knew these things and passed them on in the dark of night... Told them to the children as the moon made its transition across darkened skies.
Eyes open wide in wonder at our glorious tale... how we have survived in the fires of hell.
The future should know the past.
So much pressure as it all beats down.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[DEVIANT SEXUALITY ON GOSSAMER WINGS]

[DEVIANT SEXUALITY ON GOSSAMER WINGS]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE...
http://youtu.be/QXwBAIO5keU

She gave me the best head I ever had last night... Some freaky shit where her room mate passed the door, pulled up a chair and sat and watched.
Dick so hard it could cut diamond, all proud and strong, standing at attention...
She opened her legs and showed me a pussy of the prettiest shade of pink... a step above cotton candy, a taste away from red.
Almost made me bust a nut right then and there but I held strong as she swallowed all the way to the balls and licked her tongue out...
Had to concentrate on the ink on her skin to keep from going cosmic right on the spot.
Had to put on a good show for her room mate cause I wanted her to know what she was bout to get... She sitting there with legs spread massaging her swollen clit.
Some say I am the luckiest man in the world but I think its just a matter of putting yourself in the right place at the most opportune time.
I turned her around and slid my dick in and beat that pussy like an enraged chimpazee...
So close to a nut.
Then I woke the fuck up.
Damn.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[GOOD BRAIN] HYPER-EROTIC BEASTIALITY

[GOOD BRAIN] HYPER-EROTIC BEASTIALITY
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCINTILLATING SOLILOQUY...
http://youtu.be/UoSoHrvdzPI

I came to make love to thy grey matter... Take it in mine words and stroke it till it cums all over the walls of thy cranium... Make thee bust a mental nut.
Lay down and let mine lyricism wash across thy form... filter through thy nooks and crannies... leave thee satisfied, floating on a cloud of satedness.
Sometimes I must rip words from the place of funked out syllables and phrases where only mad poets and politicians go... Trying to describe the universe of thy making.
Sexyfunkadelic are the tomes that speak in erotic tones to the marrow in thy bones... Vibrate in thy tunnel while driving to thine core
Ebosensuality abounds as I glance at thy physiology carved from molten chocolate and leaked into your skin... 
Many are they who say that they understand the art of verberoticality that erupts from the knowing of thee... Thy birth on the field of humanity... The first conversation where musically thee said mans name... The resulting experimentation verbally...
I want thy brain.

JERALDHAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

META DROP

[META DROP]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/MQ7XX1J-Gbc

Spun from the fabric of the universe as the earth rotated... Revolved ... We insubstantial in the chambers of Allah...  a scoop of water, some dirt and a breath... A startled gasp.
A first step and instant recognition as knowledge was dropped... Stand by me my sun as we stroll this garden I provide.
Lion on the path and we knew his name... "Lion" just like that... Grey wrinkles in mainframes.
Language systems where what we say today has no meaning, so far removed from the spirituality of times past.
We say primitive but it was modern back then as great cities grew on African plains and the banks of the Nile.
Pyramids rose from the lush green of a future desert where an oasis is scarce... A skull and a skeleton if you get lost now... waves of sand washing over the horizon.
Ignorance is not bliss, its living in hell and knowledge is as well if you don't try to change the equation... 33 and a third is not mathematically sound reasoning.
This is the drop science season...Two go out and one comes back... Unification of fractured minds.
Fire the element of man birth... Carbon and water supercomputers walking about... Sparks of electricity firing to wake you up and lay you down to sleep.
So many who live their lives robotically.
Ripped from the fabric we now alight on earth.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[STRAIGHTJACKET SLAUGHTER]

[STRAIGHTJACKET SLAUGHTER]
THE MUSIC, AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO PAY ATTENTION...
http://youtu.be/TAtP3aN4-fY?t=1m10s

Marching as off to slaughter the people they are lead astray... Far from the path of Allah, the true and living naturality of it all.
So many so mislead by the roadsigns... Driving straight for the cliffs and fiery falls.
So few the ones who venture the unbeaten path and embark into the great beyond.
So few the free.
Masses sitting spellbound as the system holds them transfixed... Jaws dropped and slobbering on hospital gowns in a realistic version of a psych ward... Pretty women and uneducated rappers on B.E.T.   as they spread the disease.
Thugs, hoes and niggas on parade... such splendid colors..
Scintillating and succulent to developing minds... Pork rinds to clog and bind.
Games where false harm is inflicted and you got bout 30 lives... In reality death is death.
If I took you to the top of the world would you jump? 
The pinnacle would you rest?
Constricted in the straitjacket of being another mans bitch.
Blast of the sonic horn of the angel Gibril and the house of  your cards falls straight into the abyss...
Castles built on a fault as slaves bodies call from the earth.
Wake yo blind ass up!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY