(SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS HORNY) A COLLAB FEATURING Chinillabean Adedojah

(SHE TOLD ME SHE WAS HORNY) A COLLAB FEATURING Chinillabean Adedojah
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN... THIS IS THE FIRST TIME ANYONE HAS EVER PICKED THE SONG FOR A PIECE ON MY PAGE...
http://youtu.be/nUCtDuSS734

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Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex, teasing tasting needing to be touched kissed bent over legs raised whispers in ears, grabbed on, teeth and tongue, hands and finger nails leaving designs across the skin, melding into another body, fire and ice but mostly fire and heat and passion,

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Mmmm mmmm mmmm... And you take me there.. I so filled with the need to fill you up... Satiate you and leave my fingerprints in your flesh. My imprint in the blood that rushes through your veins. Become lava flowing from a volcano hot upon your skin

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Yes!!!! Holding my arms down intertwining your fingers with mine, the flick of your tongue trailing fire down my side's, me biting your lips and grazing your chest as you enter my depths, whispering in my ear telling me go take it as you go in deeper, me secreting my essence on your shaft

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Whew... I swept away in the sweat that glistens on your skin... We beating at a frantic pace... In slow motion as we stroke. I as explorer in your caverns and spelunking your caves. Feel me as my fluid floods your walls and splashes in your tunnels... Brings nourishment that manifests as seed.

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I roll on top to change the position of our making of our very being. I kiss your chest I bite your nipple I fold my hands into yours and go lower to take your manhood in my mouth. Such a tender thing that can bring such pleasure to my insides, that can rub my walls, that can make its home inside of my garden. I love how it rolls through my mouth, I love flicking my tongue and grace the tip sapping up the nectar that has escaped. I love the stiff and soft spots that I can play with my tongue. You moan, and I love that too. You grab my head and it makes me excited. My potion is dripping from my entrance as I please you. You're here to please me and I you. You grab my breasts and play with my nipples. You yank my hair as I continue to show you how much I want you, appreciate you, I lick and suck and suck and lick. I can't stop, I don't wanna stop, I wanna feel you all over me and through me. Hold on because it's gonna be a long night.

BY Chinillabean Adedojah AND JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE MIND BENDA

[THE MIND BENDA]
THE MUSIC... LISTEN TO THE SOUND AS YOU READ... IT IS ESSENTIAL...
http://youtu.be/y2_gfcONoY0

I as bullet leave the barrel of the gun spinning...
I designed to elicit massive damage upon impact.
Formed in the forges of the left side of hell where niggers are raised and abandoned.
Made of the hardest of substance.. Only the strong survive... Either by brain or brawn.
I as bullet on straight trajectory speed towards a spent end...
This my story to tell.
I as bullet startle those standing around as sharply I ring out...
Gunclap... Deafening sound as I ram into my target and tear it apart so that it can be rebuilt.
These hearts of these people who seem to have lost the way... Forgotten that this is an ancient war we fight...
They so trained to hate each other that it just seems to seem right to call each other the most vile of names.
Niggas swangin from pecan trees on some jungle bunny shit.
The crowd scatters as the body hits the floor and red begins to spread.
I as gun am placed into the pocket and I as man step forth and take my peoples hand and look to the heavens as power flows from me to the lifeless form.
They open theIR eyes and breathe a gasp of a breath.
I had to kill the niggers...
It was the only way to free my Brothers and Sisters.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

NO QUEEN AS UNTO THEE

(NO QUEEN AS UNTO THEE) TOPIC CHOSEN BY Gena Storm AND Stacy Piggee 
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. YOU BETTA LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/yZFLA5CTYo8

You vibrate in my receptivity.
Soothe my depravity.
Promised to me as we born awakened in a garden and looked in each others eyes.
Adam smitten by Eve.
My pain as well as my joy  have merged and we have grown from that.
You in me on levels to deep to be seen... My blue blood fading to black.
We as one have endured the most heinous of tragedies and still we stand.
Our bones having become the dust that fertilizes the earth.
Our blood the catalyst for change.
Our skin the icon and we sing as one... As many.
Echoing in the chambers of Allah and filling the halls with the harmony...
Angels swaying in the bars and swept up in the melodies... the treble  and the bass.
You course through my mind and fill me with wonder as I never tire of your form.
Thickly, skinny, tall, short and full.
Makes me wanna lick the chocolate from your skin and savor thy sweet.
My heart racing at the sudden rush of your flavor as you stride by.
Leave me lingering on the trail of your pheromones.
I a mad poet shouting into the wind.
BLACK WOMAN IS QUEEN!!!
Whispers of insanity as I beat down the negative portrayals and confront the stigma.
Stand in my queens corner as king.
We once pawns having becoming royalty.
Vibrating vibrantly.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(KING ME) SHATTER THE CHAINS

(KING ME) SHATTER THE CHAINS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... BASS CAUSE BASS SHAKES FOUNDATIONS...
http://youtu.be/tX3ArbnXrmM

Listen my brothers...
Let me speak.
I am tired of reading bout another black man done killed another black man.
Over a woman, over the shoes on his feet over the fact that he is from 17th street.
Two black men gone cause prison ain't being alive.
Its dead time.
Tired of things happening and the only voice you hear is the white one telling our story.
On the news and painting the picture of the nigger to the court of popular opinion.
Tired of people spouting fiction as fact as related to who we are and where we come from.
Preachers talkin bout the curse of Ham and calling black a curse.
Tired of the books that try to say that we were happy as slaves, that say black women liked getting raped by white men.
Paying so much attention to material and not the content that we are being swept under the carpet...
Rolled up in a gym mat and deemed a suicide.
Loosing our manhood and becoming batty boyz... Pants dropped and showing off ass... Some sissy shit if you ask me.
Straight booty warriors.
Tired of these fucking chains... shit bout to drive me insane.
Brothers need to pick up some books and learn the truth cause if they don't want you to know that's where it is.
Buried in a book which is ironic cause in some instances books mean life.
Resurrection.
I am telling you this cause I love you bro.
We are Israelites.
We are Kings.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[VIVID MEMORIES OF TASTING YOU]

[VIVID MEMORIES OF TASTING YOU]

THE MUSIC AS WE DO THE DO...
http://youtu.be/TFo3qFWKyDY

I reminisce you tasty on my tongue...
Pound pound.
I reminisce on the savage of the beatdown... all pink and brown.
Pound pound.
Rushing blood and rapid heartbeats...
We fucking frantically...
Pound pound.
You on top and me squeezing titty and ass...
Bounce bounce...
Pound pound.
Me on top with legs pushed back to open flower...
Lick me a taste...
Turn you round and let it hang down...
I plunging in...
Buried in your mound...
Pound pound...
Spanking ass cheeks and yelling loud...
Dick strong, dick proud.
You got me tasting you a little bit...
As I reminisce...
Pound pound.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[A SPIDERS VIEW]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...

http://youtu.be/0mqIz5DeJPc

I am as intricate as the silken web of the spider,,,
The theory of pi as I mathematically drop these phrases screaming to a computer or phone screen near you.
Come 4d blazing into your newsfeed...
360 all encompassing degrees as I divulge these circular visions... 
What is to be has and will be...
Fractured realities and fantastic possibilities as I weave...
Fly racing by...
My web transparent yet strong as I contemplate...
Wait.
The law of averages plays out...
Fly ensnared.
Another day finds me reflecting in the drops of dew that line my web...

Digressing into these digressions.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MAYBE ONE DAY]

[MAYBE ONE DAY]
THE MUSIC... DO NOT MISS THIS...
 http://youtu.be/kiTrToNKR2I

Let me enter your depths and fill your pits...
Become the concrete of your foundations and hold you up...
Let me be the skies that you look at as you find your peace...
A most lovely sunset.
The twinkle of a star in your eye.
The wondering as your mind wanders across the galaxy of time...
We on mental trajectories proceeding into future times...
Stories in libraries that are read and reread.
We the essence and the rhyme... The rhythm's procession tells a story of we falling from the stars complete.
You and I against the gathering storm.
Let me hold you in my arms and talk of these things as my hair grows grey...
Listen to the sound of your voice and dwell in the timbre as you download pon me.
We as symphony.
Rising and falling ... spiraling forth  in crescendo... becoming the beatdown as we breakdown the walls that hold us prisoner...
We as utopia...
Let me in.

jERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY