THE SYSTEM ON TWO BY TWO. FEATURING ROB MARTIN

[THE SYSTEM ON TWO BY TWO] FEATURING ROB MARTIN
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PHASE OF THE STORY

ROB
Given the word System, you think of mechanics, parts and functionality, given this system’s ass backwards, the 1% profit off malfunctioning and dysfunctional mentalities. Underlying root of the word Entrepreneur is creator, see we put the work in faith, we never idle waiting on idols to become a savior. Society role is very major; it’s like a facility for mass production. You come out the factory becoming in debt to what you’re consuming and wind up being the Devil’s consumption. It’s a game, child’s play, they feel that they got to win cause they was born to lose dude, just explaining the sense behind the powerfully insane has a few screws loose. Not fully mature or balanced in their chakras, spiritual dementia, demented. Like demons sucking the joy out the life of the planet, no plants, everything cemented. Burial, buried underneath the comfort of technology, controlling the air waves of thought, stimuli and impulses. Conquer and divide all ways like they live Moses, concrete your beauty, like they never seen roses. Steady praying and hoping for His return soon not knowing we must facilitate it. Like we got all parts here, we just forgot the mechanics, so we have to rehabilitate us. Look at our design, recognize we greatest gift and solution to ending egotistical institutions, world illusions and pollution… but we have to trust the very Beings that we’re afraid of, ourselves.

JERALD
This fucked up system of have and have nots...Dead people on the hospital steps while the doctor drives a benz... A whole family just got evicted again... Daddy lost his job and momma smoking the rock that the government lets in... Terrorists riding round in the blue and white or whatever color their tank is... Misinformation on the telly again... Saggy pants and verbal malnutrition as pumped to the youth... Lil Wayne... Flocka and half naked bitches and hoes... Betta lock yo motherfucking does... Bout to drop that shit to the flo... Let go... Let go...
A street minister of the old school with a link to the new... Would you listen if I slapped you with the truth... slipped you some witches brew... From the lawn of the white house to the campus of FSU these bitches got you fooled... Slavery under a new name as the prison complex grows at alarming rates... Pepsi slipping you dead babies in plastic bottles that line the grocery shelves... Santa Claus and the fucking elves... Thanksgiving turkey got you full and sleepy... Indians died by the millions and here you celebrate... Slaves to a system of thought control... Free yourself... Free yourself

BY ROB MARTIN AND JERALD HAMZAHFRUQ MURPHY

ALL UP IN YOU

[ALL UP IN YOU]

THE MUSIC... MAKE SURE THAT YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/kBfr74Vc0AM

All up in you pushing at the back wall of your womb...

Carressing the base of your heart with the head of my swollen dick...

Pulling out while staying in as I plunge in and try to make you expel the air that is in your lungs...

Violent explosions of air that cross your vocal chords and erupt as cries and screams...

Begging me to beat it harder as I push my way into the walls of your neurons...

The walls of your pussy.

All up in you fluidly released as precum and slickly sticky pussy juice gleam in the light...

Cover the lips of your pussy and the thickness and length of my chocolate pole...

Suck me as I suck you... no beginning and no end as we fuck entwined and continuously...

Again and again as I seek to cover your titties and your ass with cream...

Cum into the core of your vaginal sheath and pull out as it runs down between your ass cheeks and joins the fluid of your release...

So vivid do these thoughts of you run through my mind that I find my dick hangs ponderously...

All up in you is where I find myself wanting to be...

All up in you.

[JUST LIKE THAT AGAIN]

[JUST LIKE THAT AGAIN]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE...

http://youtu.be/gIg3czg5wwY

Just like that and I find myself flipped out in your darkness...

Just like that and here I am again lost in the rush of the blood as it floods my veins and sweeps me away.

Lost in the full onslaught of wanting you...

You my slave and I yours as the wetness and hardness merge to bring we to climaxing relief.

Lick me.. suck me... a man tottering on the edge of exploding into a thousand drops of cum as it covers your skin.

Drops of you that taste of the seas from whence we came.

A vision so splended that if I were to go blind you would be the picture that I replay time and time again on the screen of my memories...

Rub myself to when I find myself alone lost in the feeling of the things that you do to me... have done for me...

Such a beautiful freak that you are... bent over on the side of the road as cars speed by begging me to fill you with my cream...

Standing in the window with your tits pressed against the glass and me driving into you... inscriptions of sweat etched in the glass... foggy blasts of your breath.

 Laying in the grass with me plunging into your depths... the day absorbing our screams and the sound of slapping flesh.

In the bathroom at the club... the dressing room of the store... the corner of the dance floor...

Just like that.

THE FORCE

[THE FORCE]

THE MUSIC... IT IS BY ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS SO PLEASE LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/9jxe2U59LM0

The gentleness of water trickling over rocks in a mountain stream singing songs as ancient as the earth... reactions of the petals falling to the ground in the breeze. 

One catches the wind and is carried away to some far off place where it becomes food for ants carried across leaves and twigs.

Pulled into the nest where the colony waits on the queen and life is all connected on pheromonic levels.

A seed taking root and bursting through the ceiling leaves cast open to the shining light...

Green blood that converts the suns rays to food.

A year a small tree... many years a mighty oak holding symbiosis in its branches...

Birds of prey and squirrels as they play... 

Testaments to the struggle... reminders of the will to live.

Rain falling to the floor of the world in lulling patterns... a song of pittering and pattering sploches of liquidity...

Lulling and free in the enormousness of all this nature that seems to elude so many as the roar of moderninity threatens to drown us all in its din.

A moment of reflection in the pool of life that reflects the whole of everything that is we.

A second of introspection as it all is made manifest.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

PARTAKE

[PARTAKE]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... I TRIED TO FIND SOMETHING THAT EXPRESSED BLACKNESS AS I SEE IT...
http://youtu.be/A1JZaBCbIs8

As delicately as the last gasp of air to a man in a sealed room... the last morsal of food to a man in a cage.
I partake of you.
Sometimes so high in thoughts of you in all the tones of your skin... Brown and golden.
Sometimes so down in the pits at the loss of you that I sit in silence... lost in a thought... falling... falling.
Yet I would never want another but you as we were created to be...
You are memories of my mother and my grandmother... memories of my ancestory.
My connection with the most high and all these earthly things bound together in cohabitation.
As delicately as the wing of a butterfly... The ashes of an important scroll as it crumbles to dust... The last drop of water as the sun beats down in the middle of nowhere.
I partake of you.
You flow in the force of me that wakes me as the day breaks and gains momentum... Floats by the windows of our ship as we embark on these journeys... come to our ends.
Sometimes so amped on you I feel it as my blood speeds up and tingles in my extremities... Hard and soft are you...
Touch my biorhythms.
I partake of you.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

WHEN

[WHEN]

THE MUSIC. DON'T SLEEP ON IT. IT TOTALLY FITS THE WRITE...

http://youtu.be/gKGipjI4wpw

When my people were primordial and yours were a distant memory of genetic mutation and climatic influence Allah walked with man... Told him things in the time before time where there were no life spans... 

We were whispered of then

When your people were still a distant memory mine were constructing monuments the world over... Pyramids in Egypt... Pyramids in Puebla...Great Zimbabwe's walls and giant heads in Olmec society.

We existed in the seed that they passed to their women that fertilized the eggs and gave birth to new generations.

When biblical stories were being written about great black men. Adam, Moses ,Noah and Jesus...

When black women were looked on as queens and Judith took the head of Holofernes and held it high, blood dripping from the stump and struck fear in an invading army...

Restored the pride of a people.

We were talked of around fires as men wondered what might the future bring.

When the first slave ship named Jesus sailed the seas and brought belly loads of Africans to a strange beach...

When the first black man was killed in front of in front of a crowd of his peers to assert authority...

When the first strange fruit dangled from a tree and Nat Turner was cooked into hair grease... The first black woman raped and impregnated with caucasoid seed... 

We were talked of in a psychological study called the Willie Lynch Theory which predicted cause and effect as asserted by terror and tricknowledge... Pure fuckery.

When white Jesus became the way we see and anything black made into evil... 

When we were denied the right to read...

The right to assembly...

The right to be...

When they killed Martin, Malcolm and crucified Fred Hampton, we were talked of as the future and predicted to be strong...

Black proud and pumping fists of black power.

That was then and this is now...

Here we stand, lost in the forgetting of when.

[LET ME TIE YOU UP AND FUCK] TOO HOT FOR FACEBOOK

[LET ME TIE YOU UP] TOO STRONG FOR FACEBOOK.

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/8MRfvI8Mwv4

I HAVE ALWAYS HAD A FANTASY OF YOU TIED UP... BOUND ON THE BED... SLAVE TO MY WILL...

THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES... THE FEEL OF YOUR EXCITED BREATH...

I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU CUM UNTIL YOU CRY...

WOMAN, YOU BELONGETH TO ME.

LET ME TICKLE YOUR NIPPLES AND SUCK THEM INTO MY MOUTH... MAKE YOUR TITTIES SWEAT IN ANTICIPATION... FLICK YOUR CLIT AND MAKE YOUR PUSSY LIPS GLEAM WITH THE BEGINNINGS OF YOUR CREAM.

SPREAD YOU AND STRAIGHT BEAT THAT PUSSY, YOU MY SLAVE, I THE BEAST.

TURN YOU OVER AND SPANK THAT ASS... A MOMENT BEFORE I PLUNGE INTO THAT  PUSSY AND PULL YOU BACK , PUSH YOU FORTH,

GIVE YOU THIS DICK AS I WATCH YOUR LIPS GRIP THIS MEAT.

PULL OUT AND KISS THAT PUSSY... IT FEELS SO GOOD AS YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO GIVE YOUR SELF TO THE PRESSURE OF THE BEAST...

POUNDING...

POUNDING.

LETTING YOU TASTE THE MEAT...

SUCK THAT DICK... APPEASE THE BEAST

I WANT TO TIE YOU UP AND FUCK YOU UP.