GIVE IT TO ME

[BEG] GIVE IT TO ME

the music for this plea...

http://youtu.be/g5sXTwAOiFQ

Beg me...

Beg me as I take you on your knees as you take me.

Beg me as I strive to heighten your senses and peak your orgasmic degrees.

Plunge into your depths.

Beg me as I bite at your nipples and rub at the rise of your belly.

Kiss at your lips... spread in the colors of fertility.

Beg me as you stand poised above the tip of my manhood a second before it enters your womb.

Give it all to me in shortened gasps and all out screams as you beg of me.

Arch your back to allow me in as you bounce on my probing pole.

Undulations of your quivering flesh as I sink into the oasis that lies beneath your cheeks.

Hangs between your legs and pulsates in anticipation.

Beg me...

Beg me as I drive into your walls and cause electronic explosions in your mind.

Beg me... 

[Urgently] Dedicated to my son Jahreign Ishmail. There is power in that name son.

The music... this piece was written to this rhythm so to absorb the full effect you have to listen.

http://youtu.be/-QHtjLxrxn0

Frantically do I scribe to bring these lyrics to life...before I die and these words are buried in a cold dark grave with me.

Before a young man gives his life over to the lies and trickery of the streets.

Before a young girl starts to auction off her body to get a step ahead, by sucking on some head.

See cause its real out here where I come from.

The home of crackheads, jack boys and chickenheads... junkies, pimps and motherfucking hoes.

A police is the enemy as I see, Me and my dad with tears in our eyes as they cuffed me on his porch, offered me three.

Life sentences that is.

Jahreign was just a baby then and I lived in the den of sin... the next time I saw him he was a year old. And I cried on that same porch.

Tears of joy for Allah allowing me to see my son... Threw them life sentences right back.

Eat that one system.

I see with third eye vision in 4th dimension visuality, whole other degrees.

Ghetto youth and a ghetto ass mentality even as I orchestrate and matriculate... spit fyah and verbulate.

If I seem to have an attitude so the fuck what... suck that shit up, thats what they told the slaves.

I got a whole lot of shit to say and I will trample all who stand in my way cause I am more than man. I walk amongst the ranks of the hue-man.

Blessed with the spirit of an African.

In these violent times on these violent streets where even the music is violent as it pounds down that bass sound.

A Florida boy Done seen it all from a southern perspective steeped in the brew of this toxic southern stew. 

A new age warrior for a new age terror in a brave new world.

Cause no matter what happens, I stand for my tribe as the day breaks.

I frantically scribe to bring these words to life.

I bring it this way Jah cause life ain't easy and I know that you have seen much. Be blessed waladi.

LISTEN PHAROAH

[LISTEN PHAROAH]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIPT...

http://youtu.be/6sz6fydshvQ

Let my people go.

Let them go from the ghettos in a mass exodus of mental slavery and self hate.

Skin tone visuality as sold out souls try to be free on a plane of insanity... masonic spirituality.

To be as the beast is to be the beast in stages and degrees... born of numerology in egyptian chambers.

Oaths that are uttered in whispers on the edges of six pointed stars in the land of babylon.

And the words of the ancient of days become the words by which we live in these forseen times.

Let my people go from Cadillac dreams and visions of having it all as all seems to grow out of control.

In these times of virtual knowledge where the truth is but a fingertip away the fool remains thirsty.

Taught not to drink from the fountain of sanity as children are corrupted and mislead.

As men grow weaker... and war seems to make man wiser... smarter bombs that rain on innocence.

Let my people go from the 500 plus years of brainwashing and whitewashing education.

Cause it seems that all we got from the bible was hate.

Hate for being born in the motherland from whence man came... missionaries and covert missions.

A cross and a cannon.

Let my people go.

LIE IN YOU

[LIE IN YOU]
THE MUSIC...IF YOU MISS THIS MUSIC YOU ARE MISSING OUT
http://youtu.be/-iVkQ5TGzNI


I want to lie in you...
To stir the blood that courses through your veins and circulates in your brain.
I  want to awaken the feline in your femininity, kind of stroke your kitty to sleep.
Lick you till you weep all over the hairs that cover my chin.
Dick feels as if it weighs a million pounds as it swings so ponderously between my thighs.
Bout to be some intensity in here.
Bout to knock down some walls.
Make that clit spit all over the place...all over the damn place.
Sometimes rough and sometimes gentle as you and I take this ride.
You on top as I try to suck both nipples at the same damn time...from the back as I try to impale you into submission...hanging from the side of the bed...in the back yard.
Nutjuice and cream in the middle of the night.
A sexual lycanthrope in the light of the moon.
Want to swell a pum pum.
Pull some hair and scream some obsenities as the neighbors strain to hear.
Make you have to take a pillow to work.
Just plain be a beast...
I want to lie in you.

hamzahfaruq

OF LOVE

[OF LOVE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...IT MATTERS...
http://youtu.be/70bJLlrdE90

If I were to touch you would I be absorbed by your skin?
Consumed?
Would I be able to stand the sight of you naked as I drink you in with my eyes?
So many years of loneliness.
Lost in the fear of losing you in some future time cause even though it may not seem so I want a lifelong love.
Been alone so long I wonder if its really worth a try as I dwell in the strokes of my pen and pencil and this art flows from my mind.
All dedicated to the beauty of the nubian kings and queens as they are led along the path of forgetting who the hell we are.
Would I fall into your melanin and be revived... pulled from the bottomless pit?
Where I stand in the cold water of all the tears of my ancestors and listen to the voices as they echo off the walls.
For I once sought love as mortal men do and was left standing alone on a barren field of crushed dreams and lost hope
As the world seemed to forget about me and the days became the years that had passed.
A warrior stranded on the battlefield of love as materialism and narcisism have left me alienated.
The things of this world will mean nothing when the days grow short and its time to go home.
Will I remember the scent of a woman when the sun sets on my horizon?
The feel of her skin?
Will I?

HAMZAHFARUQ

TEARS OF A QUEEN

[TEARS OF A QUEEN]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/j7jMB3FDhV8

She cries and somewhere in the world her tears fall as the rain that wakes a sleeping man.
He stands and chills run across the expance of his skin as his third eye opens in recognition.
Drops of Allah that trickle down her cheeks as war continues and men gloat over the dead bodies of men.
Evil redefined to suit the needs of the evil.
All the while the man continues to walk in ablution ...washed in the blood and sweat of his ancestors as his breadren was and is sold a lie.
All for free about freedom in houses of worship where slaves are made to see reality through the vision of the master.
Clapping and dancing in apparent rapture as revelations of revelation are revealed on the evening news.
Gunshots and sirens.
Politicians with that same tired rap all dressed up for another day of sticking it to the comman man and woman...business as usual.
Dictators and the dictated.
A baby lies sick in the hospital bout to die cause his parents got the short straw...no insurance when food has to be placed on the table of the needy.
A wino leaning on a tree in the middle of the park with no hope left.
The moon pulling at the tides.
As she cries.

HAMZAH FARUQ