[FUNKY BREAKDOWN ON A SUNNY DAY.]

[FUNKY BREAKDOWN ON A SUNNY DAY.]

THE MUSIC. AS ALWAYS IF YOU AINT LISTENIN YOU ARE MISSIN OUT...

http://youtu.be/22mw8TyOkps

This is an alphabetic hyroglyphic anthological discourse on this lesson life...

Death...

Varying states of existence.

A stroll across the diaspora of man as he evolves and digresses into altered realities...

Fugue states...

Fear of self while running in place.

A scream in a box is still a scream even if it does not escape it confines...

Living on the outside while walking within.

Black sheep grazing in a herd of lily white fleeced.

A breakdown in basic transcription...

Scientifically.

A million and a half degrees of overstanding...

Child of the sun...

All up in darkened skin.

Once we knew how to harness the power of the universe that was contained in these genes...

Talking to the animals as we walked across the plains...

Astrophysical in magnitude.

Now we are just human...

Before we were Hue-man.

[SUCK ME] A COLLAB FEATURING COCOABBW NITAFREAK

[SUCK ME] A COLLAB FEATURING COCOABBW NITAFREAK
THE MUSIC... PLEASE LISTEN AS YOU READ...
http://youtu.be/6V73nX97CAM




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We are in the room together, right now I just wanna give you pleasure, I can see the lust in your eyes, the look is making me fantasize, As I lick my lips I ready to get in between, like a crackhead addict I am a fiend, With no time to waste, ready to taste, As I pull his pants down his waist, takin his head to my lips to french kiss, feeling the moist in my clit ready to handle this, sliding my tongue down his long thick shaft, my mouth so watery Imma give this dick a bath, cuppin my hands on his balls, beginning to twister all over makin his skin crawl, Cravin for the full dick in my mouth, as I take a finger rubbing my south, wrappin my lips around his head tight, with no teeth relax I won't bite, sliding his thick down my throat, My mouth the ocean rockin his both, listening to his moans as I slurp, spit got my pussy drippin, Suckin so good he got his hands on my hair grippin, slow motion for awhile then speding it up, his eyes rollin in the back of his head wait dont nut, Takin his dick in my hands giving his balls full attention, swishin them around my mouth I could feel the tension, comin back up spittin on ur head as it slides down, takin ur dick back to my mouth suckin it all around, Deeper u go in my throat I feel ur ready to burst, bless my throat of course obey my thirst, ur nut rumblin, ur toes crumbling, I can hear u mumblin, finally u release AhhhhhhhMmmm tasting ur creamy nut, I cum out my pussy feeling it go straight down my guts...


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I see you all laid out and I want to feel the color of your skin. The way you look at at me has me all twisted up as you reach out and pull me in pull down my pants and close your lips around my dick.
I arch my back and ask you to swallow it whole if you can... all the way to the root.
Your mouth is so wet and so warm that I can feel my toes curl.
Damn.
As you sit there with your legs open i see your pussy and it just makes me want to fuck you up.
I mean it... I grab the back of your head and hear you try to moan as I fuck your mouth.
When you lick at my balls I see you looking up at me around my thickened dick and I feel my nut flowing through my body, getting ready to erupt.
I close my eyes and feel you take it back in you mouth as you rub on your wet juicy pussy and you suck at me... harder... yes harder.
I start to talk as my cum builds in the base of my dick and my nuts start to spasm and I grab the back of your head as erupt... your lips wrapped around my dick as you suck it up. 
I look down and see you lay back as you cum time and time again.
Such a sweet sweet freak.

[LYRICAL MONKS] FEATURING DAVID LUCKYLEFTY CARDENAS

[LYRICAL MONKS] FEATURING DAVID LUCKYLEFTY CARDENAS
THE MUSIC FOR THIS LYRICAL ASSASSINS RAMPAGE...
http://youtu.be/n1HSqmrhCLM


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From the jump, I leave minds stumped, spiritually crunk
It’s the Lyrical Assassins, Lucky Lefty aka the Lyrical Monk
I write lines, like white lines, inhale and take a bump
As like minds, from different life times shit on these chumps
A continuous dump: I’m Thursday; watch me get over the hump
Leave’em shell shocked, spit these flows out like pumps
Automatics, so I digs in again, like Lenny Kravitz
Addicted to the hip hop, nonstop, I gotz to have it
I’m a disciple disciplined with a million ways to crack habits
I keep leaving haters wheezing, gasping like asthmatics
They can’t hack it, I’m so fucking toxic, you better gas mask it
Or be left flat, suit out the closet, laid in a black casket
A mental whirlwind, like tornados, watch as words spin 
Reverse the worlds pins, rewind the flow, its worst when
I flip letters, if you “live” backward it’s “evil”, see, I birth sin
Cohere the devils grin, inferred to the dome, I’m murkin’
Keeps it coming, no beat, no flow, just a freestyle lurking
Bald headed, no smock, I’m sporting a black fitted, no turban 
Sipping on bourbon, gripping the mic so hard my hand is hurting
Spitting so methodically, I leave hip-hop heads searching
Trust me, when I say you should never trust me
I crush deep, flush creeps, yep, you guessed it, must be
The Lyrical Monk from the gutta, always ready to bust beats
So don’t say shit, when you see us on these tough streets
Cause we’ll hit you with 30 cal slugs and lay you down like Bugsy
Trust me…..


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As I manifest in the corner of the cave of mad monk dreams, covered in shadows emitting the brightest of light.
Lyrical guerilla assassin, kill moves in nature, kill moves in practice,
I take the alphabet and flip that shit out, rip that shit up and drop knowledge supreme undaunted. 
A pure unadulterated poetic whiz as I blows open does, spit the tightest flows, kiss the babies and make punani's flutter
Danger is the word as I emerge.
Biohazard!
Radiating in revelation as fools fall to bended knees, drop jaws in disbelief, all while seeking relief from the fyah of the lyrical beast, sweeping across the galaxy on the winds of this solar storm.
360 degrees as the circle doth complete, flowers growing from the concrete, follow me I lead them out to sea by the east.
I ride on the intoxicating waves of the chemical thc, released by the greenest of herbal trees, meat for the deaf dumb and blind, food for those who seek.
I walks on the backs of stars, dance on the surface of distant planets, float in the darkest depths of space before I freefall back to this stage covered in the robes of a monk.
Arm, leg, leg, arm, head in this monkey style, known to lay a crowd down and take their most precious possessions, spin a savage twist into a tranquil day.
Lyrical assassins dont fucking play

[WARM ME UP]AN EROTIC WRITE

[WARM ME UP]AN EROTIC WRITE
THE MUSIC AND IT TOTALLY FITS THIS PIECE...
http://youtu.be/uXGjivsnJLU

Another weekend and me and the boys were standing around passing a blunt. It had been warm that day but now it was cold as a mugg and the wind was blowing. Two of my friends were serving and the rest of us were hanging out with them. The more eyes to see the police.
I was high and running my mouth when one of my boys said "Man there she is again." I looked up and saw her and she looked so damn good to me that I just stopped talking and watched as her and her friend walked up to where we were. They both had on short sleeved shirts and were obviously cold but they stopped anyway. The taller of the two was really the talkative one and she knew one of the fellas who was serving and she pulled him to the side and you could tell that she liked him. They had gone to school together and she was younger than he was by a couple of years. I knew this because he had told me earlier.
I looked at her friend without trying to look like I was looking and I noticed that she was shivering so I offered her my coat. She said "I dont want to take your coat but we can share it."
At first I thought she was playing but she walked towards my open coat and stepped into my arms. She was only about 5 feet tall and she was so soft. Her skin was dark and she wore a short hairstyle but her nicest asset so to speak was her ass. She was what we southern men like to call chunky. A thick girl with everything in the right place.
As we stood there hugged up I began to talk to her. I asked her her name and she said "Pooh" and she asked me mine I told her my nickname and she said "No whats your real name." I told her but I also told her that I did not like that name. She looked at me and said "Okay."
We talked for about an hour before I realized what time it was and I asked her where she was going.
"Oh I live across town."
"Where?"
She told me and it was only a block from the house that I lived in so We both agreed that I would walk her home.
She said goodbye to her friend and we walked and talked. I told her that she looked good in my coat "But I bet you look good in anything you wear."
She smiled and thanked me and soon we were passing my house.
"I said this is where I live."
She said "I know."
"So you have seen me before?"
"Yes."
"Are you in a rush to get home?"
"No."
We walked into the yard and entered the house through the side door and went to the front room and sat down.
She looked around and said "Are all these your books?"
"Yes."
"So what do you do?"
"I study."
"Study for what?"
"To overstand life."
She was confused by this answer so I told her about some of the things that I had studied and learned while we puffed on the blunt that I had rolled. 
I asked her if she would like to hear some music and she said yes and I put on some instrumentals that I had been listining to as I wrote that day.
She laid back on the couch and she was so beautiful that I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back and started to rub my hair and I put my hands between her legs and felt the heat of her through her jeans. She inhaled sharply and I put my hand under her shirt and started to rub her swollen nipples as she helped me to pull her shirt over her head. I unfastened her bra and started to suck on her nipples and she rubbed the back of my head as she arched her back and lay down on the couch.
I stood and looked at her and it felt as if something savage came over me as I pulled her pants down and parted her legs. I kissed the insides of her thighs and sniffed of her scent before I licked her clit. She jumped and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in and she squirmed in delight as I hummed on her clit.
I licked her until she came and then I rose. She grabbed at my jeans and took them loose and my dick sprang into view and she took it into her mouth and sucked it while I stood and leaned my waist towards her.
I lay her back down on the couch and pushed her legs all the way back as I guided my dick into her and we fucked like this for awhile before I turned her over and pounded her pussy from the back. She begged me to stop... not to stop and when I came she came again and she lay trembling on the sofa as her orgasm shuddered through her body.
We lay there and talked for a long time and she told me how she had seen me and wanted to get to know me.
I said "You know me now and we laughed and talked before we had sex again and fell asleep.
The next morning we woke up and I walked her home. We stood on the porch and looked at each other and I knew that we would see each other again and again.
Iwaited until she closed the door before leaving and went home. 
That night when I got in from work she was sitting in the swing in my yard waiting for me.

NUBIAN DELIGHT

[WHERE DOES IT END THIS BROKEN ROAD] A COLLAB FEATURING Puss'n Boots

[WHERE DOES IT END THIS BROKEN ROAD] A COLLAB FEATURING Puss'n Boots 
THE FUNK FOR THIS COLABB... IF YOU KNOW HOW WE DO IT YOU BETTER LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/WfjnCGqSj3M

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My heart beat lost time
Time and again I find
I'm lost caught out alone
My heart has no home
I've tried to give it away
Pieces of me fell astray
I'll never retrieve them
Spat out like phlegm
Left on the sidewalk
Outlined in chalk
Dead woman walking
My silence is talking

J
My heart is an abyss of mixed emotions
When I look inside
A shudder and a sigh.
My heart broke a long time ago
Memories grasp a hold
Seeking... seeking
The sound as it shatters
So like the tinkle
Broken glass under streetlights
A man unleashed walking in Cibola
Hear me think

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Is there a place for empty souls
Is there a land where they go
And seek out their existence
Create some semblance 
That resembles normal
My hormones
Scream as loud as my heart
Sometimes one in the same part
I walk away somber
No longer
Human

J
Is there a place for dead thoughts of love
Do they pile up like dry bones
Waiting to be ground to loves dust
Show me where reality begins
Fantasy ends
My scars speak of trials and tribulations
The sum of the whole
I wonder
Does love
Exist


JERALD MURPHY AND PUSS IN BOOTS

[CRABS IN A BUCKET... MOTHER, MOTHER FUCK IT]

[CRABS IN A BUCKET... MOTHER, MOTHER F@&# IT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS...
http://youtu.be/3jf9BNFYYl8

As you know in my capacity of being a shit talker and just general nuisance I have made a lot of friends and enemies. I also have met a lot of people who have affiliations which make it impossible for them to openly say what they want to say.
From time to time I am presented with topics which are totally ripe for discussion. This is one such topic and I dont think that I could word it any better. it concerns our youth and I really would like some feedback on this one. We may help some people who dont know the things that we know so here is the main discussion but as we know it may branch out any kind of way here at Hamzahs page.
"The topic is...Sadly! The discussion is sadly, black people could never survive another slave trade. We'd be eliminated faster than the Native Americans because our men have abandoned their women and families and our women are letting the streets raise their kids. We're stuck...falling victim as prey because we're too predictable, easily molded and falling for the same traps over and over again... prison, politics, preachers and crabs. Why isn't there MANDATORY curriculum starting in sixth grade to groom our young black youth to take the PSAT, the SAT, the ACT, and fill out financial aid paperwork? Instead of MANDATORY State testing, why not take that away and make the PSAT, ACT and SAT our mandatory tests in high school? Why not MANDATORILY FREE to underprivileged youth? Why don't they have a MANDATORY course to make sure your FAFSA is filled out? Why not mandatory classes for young, underprivileged youth to understand that it's actually easier for us to go to college than our privileged counterparts. There's free money out there for us. Why isn't there a mandatory class to teach us how to research our ancestry to find any Native American lineage in our blood lines? If there's proof, your children can be granted a scholarship to attend college free. Why don't they make it mandatory in schools for the underprivileged kids to fill out a Pell Grant application?"

Thank you for the topic anonomous person. This is really somthing to think on.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND ANONOMOUS