[TOP FREAK]

[TOP FREAK]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGE ROMP...
http://youtu.be/PFH_5u2C1mc

I am the worlds top freak.
I mean that in a totally heterosexual way.
I like it when we do it rough.
Booty bouncing... titties in my mouth.
You all pushed up in the corner hollering as I beat that punani up.
Wet thighs and sweat on your titties.
The worlds top freak as I pound you from behind on the side of the car.
Cars speeding by... I want them to see me drop this weight.... all up in your walls.
Me man!!!
You woman!!!
In the parking lot of the mall with your legs pushed all the way back as I swell the opening of your womb...
Big dick all up in your belly.
The worlds top freak as we do it on the floor with the curtains open... as I stand and you suck on big daddies swollen pole...standing at attention.
On the back porch... at the restaraunt as I reach under your skirt and rub that clit... I hear the sharp intake of air across your lips.
Let me tie you up and surprise you...bring you to a mind shattering orgasm.
Woman you belong to me...
The worlds top heterosexual freak.


JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[MY FAVORITE TEACHER]

[MY FAVORITE TEACHER]
THE MODEL IN THIS PHOTO IS A FRIEND OF MINE ON FACEBOOK AND SHE HAS A WHOLE LOT OF PHOTOS ON THE WEB. PLEASE WELCOME DEEDEE CARLOS. I LIKE HER LOOK. SHE SEEMS REAL AND SHE REALLY IS. THANK YOU DEEDEE.
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE AND I ADVISE YOU TO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/gJg9FJEj2iM

My teacher pays me for grades...
Yep you heard me right, she pays me for grades.
One A and she shows me what she is wearing underneath... big ass and all that.
Two A's and she takes off a little more... bends over and touches the floor.
My teacher got me fucked all up in the poetry that she speaks to me... I be all caught up in the fantasy as it leaves her lips and filters into my ears.
Three A's and shit gets real deep as she reaches out and touches me... still she will not let me touch her... sparks of her light strokes as I inhale sharply... electrically.
Four A's and things get heavy... her bent over my couch... me pressing my rigid pole into her vision yet she will not open her lips.
Not the ones on her face, she makes me kiss her between her thighs before I am allowed to slide in... missionary style.
Five A's and she becomes mine and I am allowed to draw from her years of experience... the font of my erotic needs... We naked and wet as I take her and listen to her moans, as I turn her this way and that... beat at the fluid that coats her walls and squirts from her clit.
My teacher knew me the first moment she laid eyes on me... I knew her the first time I saw her...
All I needed was a little inspiration to maintain a 4.5 G.P.A. 
She inspires me indeed.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THAT PHAT CAT]

[THAT PHAT CAT]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE. MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN
http://youtu.be/GTfPvSjWiCQ

You got such a pretty phat cat, spread your legs and let me see all that.
Phat cat hanging so sweet... all up in my big booty dreams.
Lay back and show me in slow motion as you open them big ol thighs.
Ahhhhh.
Pretty purple lips and pink flashes of your tunnel where it seems I become lost in the mushy, gooshy softness of your lust.
The rock hardness of my pole all covered in veins... stroking and probing my way to the interior of your womb... ribbed for your pleasure.
A heartbeat away from exploding as I drink of the phat of your cat.
Man in the boat standing at attention... a most beautiful clit if I may say so.
Your phat cat got me all caught up... lost in beastly degrees of digression as you bend and twist in nakedness beneath me.
On top of me in a reverse cowgirl... bent over the edge of the bed... covered in a shining haze of sweat... hollering in obvious release.
A slap of my hand as I smack into your skin and see the waves of your asscheeks crashing to the shores of my flesh.
Show me that phat cat and lets wet the bed and the floor.
You got such a pretty phat cat, spread your legs and let me see all that.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/em0stb6BFoU

Woman so complex... Makes a man wonder, makes a man ponder.
Woman echoing in the framework of all that we are... all that we will become.
We these babes that grow from a womans love, her hate and scorn.
So many take for granted her complexity, lost in lies of Adam and Eve... Mary Magdalene
Apples and trees... seven veils and Knights Templer.
Woman you intrigue as your tale is weaved across the span of human existence...
Drips and drops of you in melodic tones falling from singing lips.
Ebony and pecan tan skin tones as scribed on your surface... carved into your skin.
Beauty begins within.
Woman for you have boys became men... made transitions and manifested...
Black butterflies spreading drying wings and flying off into the rays of the distant sun.
Slaves to your charms.
Islands of plenty glowing on the horizon as we the ships float in the vacuum of so much dead space...
In the blackest of night where even what is revealed is hidden... in the forest of mankinds laws.
Woman you have the ability to build and create... destroy and tear down... soothe the savage mind.
Whole nations exist in your passing... in your awakening.
Lost in the complexity of your complexion.
Intentionally.


JERALD HAMZAHFARQ MURPHY

[INSIDE AND OUT]

[INSIDE AND OUT]
the music for this one. be advised it is hotta dan dragon fyah...
http://youtu.be/

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If I could right now I would write my way under your clothes... tell you the things that I want to do to you.
Display my beastly nature.
Yet it is not ordained that I speak to you in such a manner at this time so I say these soft words to you.
Words designed to play on your beauty... to allude to your strength... to cast an allusion of your illusion as it plays in the theatre of this and all these lives.
I sit here with all my primitive emotions bound in restraints as I see you in all your splendor while I drink it all in... sweet liqued across the receptors of my optics... invision the ambrosia as it saturates my perception.
I want to write my way through your body and end up behind you standing so close as I whisper in your ear... melt you with the heat of my words... change your world.
I a mage of indescribable power as I weave a picture of we standing clothed in the sand as the waves lap at our feet and I show you parts of me that no other has seen... shush, shush, shush, go the waves as the sun falls and the moon rises.
You a queen of amazing beauty as your heartbeat becomes the drums that my words dance to... ancient rythms played out on black and white keys.
Keyboards and synthesizer drumpads that pay homage to the true beauty of you in all your regality... 
Fully clothed...
A queen.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

[COMPLEXITY OF YOUR COMPLEXION]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS SCRIBE AND THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN TO THIS MUSIC SO LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/em0stb6BFoU

Woman so complex... Makes a man wonder, makes a man ponder.

Woman echoing in the framework of all that we are... all that we will become.

We these babes that grow from a womans love, her hate and scorn.

So many take for granted her complexity, lost in lies of Adam and Eve... Mary Magdalene

Apples and trees... seven veils and Knights Templer.

Woman you intrigue as your tale is weaved across the span of human existence...

Drips and drops of you in melodic tones falling from singing lips.

Ebony and pecan tan skin tones as scribed on your surface... carved into your skin.

Beauty begins within.

Woman for you have boys became men... made transitions and manifested...

Black butterflies spreading drying wings and flying off into the rays of the distant sun.

Slaves to your charms.

Islands of plenty glowing on the horizon as we the ships float in the vacuum of so much dead space...

In the blackest of night where even what is revealed is hidden... in the forest of mankinds laws.

Woman you have the ability to build and create... destroy and tear down... soothe the savage mind.

Whole nations exist in your passing... in your awakening.

Lost in the complexity of your complexion.

Intentionally.

[HISTORIC SCROLL]OR LETS BUST IT DOWN TO THE LAST COMPOUND

[HISTORIC SCROLL]OR LETS BUST IT DOWN TO THE LAST COMPOUND
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/2FCYutgffcw


Where once you thought you had crushed our story.. buried it in a white Bible... trampled it beneath Manifest Destiny.
We arise in new times the random factor in a bowl of frosted flakes... truth has been twisted into lies to keep the masses appeased... Whole congregations lost on bended knees... eyes cast upwards to false representations of heaven and mans origins... speaking in tongues and falling in the aisles.
Slobbering on hog and drinking legal liquer as sold at the corner store... lost in Babylon as black children die a little inside everyday.
On the sidewalks and under the trees... standing in the face of all this opposition... so many who think that slavery was their beginning... forgetting that without Africa there would be no here and now.
Running to the polls to vote cause you been told so... Obama has done the same thing that every other president did... gave us his ass to kiss after we swole the polls.
This is not our system and thats why we seem to never rise democratically or republican... conservatively or liberally... in fantasy or literally.
A black man on the evening news is more than likely appearing in a mugg shot... in a sitcom the buffoon... a reality show the loud black bitch.
In the ghettos our words are starting to take hold... teachers roaming among the poor who speak of majestic societies in times past... majestic societies in mans future...
And you thought you had crushed our story.

jerald hamzahfaruq murphy