LOUD AND CLEAR

[LOUD AND CLEAR]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... LOUD AS FUCK...
http://youtu.be/ThHLJqceGTw


Round here we rolls in White Owl green sweets...
Loud and mids mixed to attain the optimum effect...
A straight shot to the head as the cough is released... explosively.
Round here if we could we would smoke a pound a week...
Cannabis sative incense, cologne and oil see.
A fucking marijuana monopoly...
Railroad tracks cross the street.
Round here it all makes sense as clouds fill the skies... 
Third eyes open and full of wonder at the total ridiculousness... The total depth of the conspiracy.
It would be a mistake to think that we who smoke are asleep...
Thats some 50s t.v.
Round here we done seen em come and go... Some fast, some slow.
20 years on a gun charge as round here we rolls one in memory...
Click of the lighter, ignition.
Round here.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

AS NASTY AS I WANNA BE

[AS NASTY AS I WANNA BE]

THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE AND ITS HOT SO MAKE SURE YOU LISTEN...

http://youtu.be/QZ-WFfdScDg

You make me wanna be nasty...

I dont mean a regular nasty, I am talking nasty freak.

Explore every curve and lick at every line,

Hear you beg me to make you cum...

Again and again.

Got me fucked up in your thickness that I may never be right again...

Making me want to push off in the cushion of your existence...

Wet and liquid.

Here I am lost in the beauty of all that you do...

Such a lovely vision that the blood rushing to my dick robs my brain of oxygen...

I am swayed.

The strains of a song that takes me away and leaves me hypnotized...

A willing participant in the throes of your sexual fantasies...

The abundance of your spread.

So thick and juicy that I am enthralled by the color of your luscious fruit...

The sweetness of your juice...

A lick and a bite.

I wanna take you there and bring you back...

Lay in the layers of you and find the release...

Nasty as I wanna be.

Set me free...

Set me free...

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[GET IT POPPIN]

[GET IT POPPIN]
THE MUSIC... AND THIS SAVAGE ROMP WAS WRITTEN TO THIS. YOU MISS IT AND YOU MISS THE WHOLE POINT...
http://youtu.be/n13eMU6nhak

Damn you bout a blast to the frontal of my cerebral cortex...
I can feel you all the way down to my fuckin toes...
If I said that anyway I wouldn't be telling the truth and we can't be having that.
In my old man I wanna lay you down and show you the benefits of experience...
A moment as I make you tremble and quiver... moan and shake.
Beat that thang like an old Miami bass song... poot that thang up... toot that thang up.
Butt naked on a pole with flashing lights as Big Daddy sits back and enjoys the view...
More bounce to the damn ounce.
When I saw you, you invaded all my space and took me on an inter-galatic trip... I so fucked up in the confines of your ship.
I come at it this way cause its the truth and as I said I got to tell you that.
The beast is pressing at the windowpane of my temples as you stand in all your splendor, a chocolate delight.
A melt down on the tip of my tongue... a trickle on my tastebuds.
A shimmering vision as you vibrate the vibrant in me... fuck wit my manly mentality.
You indeed a sight to behold.
A blast to the frontal lobe of my cerebrals
 Let get it poppin.

JERLD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH PART 4 REVELATIONS

 [THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART 4.... REVELATIONS
THE SOUNDTRACK...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NkEQQdKi-Q&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynrYpUpJ6-cqdQzEzMyRvJlqS


Sampson wakes and walks out of his room.
It is predawn and the day is beginning. When you live far out thats how things are. Animals wake before most humans.
The men sit at the table and begin to eat. His mother talks about some curtains she saw at the store that she wants and he and his dad look at each other devilishly.
The curtains are out in the barn and they are her birthday present.
It has been two years since the incident with the lion and Sampson seems to have taken on the attributes of the lion.
He moves fluidly and his voice is like a soft roar.
He leans back and almost tips his chair and his parents laugh at him.
His dad tells him to make sure that he is home by dinner and they exchange that look again.
Sampson stands and kisses his mother on the cheek and she giggles and hits him with the towel she is holding and her smile lights up the room.
His father kisses her a well and they leave the room together and walk onto the porch.
When they are away from the house his father touches him on the arm and signals for him to follow him. They walk into the barn and his father turns around and looks at him and begins to talk "Son I have talked to you since you were a boy and I swear you done absorbed all that anda whole lot more.
I bet you and that dog got some stories to tell." He looks at the dog and the dog looks at him as if to say "Yes we do."
He continues... "Son you know how we ended up here, and that your real mama died that day but God gave you another mama. Son we were blessed and I think you got something to do with that too. You are the best son a man can have, you listen and follow instructions and yet you have your own thing.
 I have showed you how to work with wood and you showed me some things too. Those statues you make are almost beyond description.
I want to give you something today son. Its the only thing that I have to remind me of your mother besides her wedding ring but I feel that it should be yours."
He goes to a corner and pulls a trunk from under some blankets and stuff and opens it and reaches deep inside. He pulls a small black box from it and looks at it for a second before he opens it and extracts a gold chain with a gold charm on it. He opens it and looks at it for a second before handing it to his son.
Sampson takes it and looks at the picture and his breath escapes him. This is the woman from his dreams.
"Thats your real mama son but you know that you got two real mamas son.
Son the funny thing is that I swear when I woke up I saw a man walking into the woods and he must have been an angel cause his skin was black and white, I wonder if that was just the bump on my head but I also think that that was God sending an angel."
Sampson looks at his father and he walks up to him and hugs him. It is something that he has not done in a long time and his father is stunned.
They talk a little while longer and Sampson begins his chores.
Later that morning he is miles away at the camp of Melchizedek and he shows the picture to Melchizedek and he says "Yes she was beautiful."
He says it in a way that implies that he knew her and he begins his tale.
" I heard the sounds of battle from the forest where I was hunting and came from the woods at an angle where I was not seen, I saw the white men shoot first one man and then another. I saw a woman with a small babies and the man protecting her. I saw when she was shot and fell with the baby under her. I prayed that he lived in that second. Time freezes in battle. You now know that.
The mn who was protecting the woman went wild at that moment and he grabbed a shovel and knocked one of the white men from his horse. It was at this moment that I took one of the arrows from my back and put it through another of the white devils eye sockets. That was when one of them rode up behind the black man and knocked him out. I knew I had to act fast to save him. I took another arrow out and thats when they opened fire. I was in an open area and knew I had to lead them away from the man and I ran into the trees. They gave chase but I eluded them. They knew that they might be discovered at any moment and they left. I watched as they looted the wagons and packed their dead friend and the wounded one into a wagon. I guess they figured the man would die and they left. I came from the trees and checked on the man and the baby and they were both okay. I placed the child back with his mother and went into the woods again. I watched the man wake up and followed him as he walked to the town.
Something in the child's eyes when I checked on him told me he was special and I wanted to see him safe.
I have been here every since."

If you wanna see the rest you have to let me know.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[THE BEASTS LAIR] HYPER-SEXUALITY REVIEWED

[THE BEASTS LAIR] HYPER-SEXUALITY REVIEWED
THE MUSIC FOR THIS SAVAGE SCROLL...
http://youtu.be/EI9knQujzJM

Once again I look into her eyes and she places her finger to her lips moves it away and says something.
The blood rushing through my brain won't let me hear it though and I press on.
I reach out and touch the puffy nipples of her breasts and marvel at the purity of her brown skin.
The sharp intake of her breath as it rushes past her pretty teeth on the way to her holy throat excites something in me.
I feel the rush as I the beast emerge and push her back on the bed and throw her legs open.
I lick at her clit, I suck at her clit, I hum on her clit.
I let the head of my preponderous appendage become the hammer and I spank her clit with it, the juice of my pre-cum merges with the fluidity of her and splashes a little bit.
I am lost to my beastly nature and I push into her...Feel my dick as it pushes past her lips and enters the sheath of her.
My sword is sharpened in the friction and I move back and forth.
Watch her eyes roll back and her mouth fly open as she moans... As she screams his name...
I take his place and continue to beat at the opening and indeed the back of her womb.
Everything that I say is sexuality as I fuck her like the wild animal she is and she purrs and growls.
These are the things that I the beast know... The secret desire to be feral and the need to release...
I am one of the gatekeepers of this knowledge and I use it to bring her freedom.
To grant her the knowing of her beauty... In her stretch marks in the folds the lines and the wrinkles.
Once again I look into her eyes from the back of his... She places her finger to her lips.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH. PART THREE

[THE LONESOME STRANGERS BIRTH] PART THREE
THE SOUNDTRACK... YOU BETTER LISTEN TO THIS MESSAGE...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTVoSkcZ3Rw&feature=share&list=PL24cV6IIynraSQ-AU3iffrHpqekAPp9I4


The days pass and the boy grows under the teachings of the man whose name is Melchizedek. He lives in a cave that is not far from a stream.
This is where he and Sampson find themselves on this day and the boy has learned that it is not wise to press to hard in his questions to his teacher.
Melchizedek has told him that he was born in Africa which is where all men originated and he studied something called kung fu in a place called China where the men have slanted eyes. He was stolen and brought to this place and sold to a white man.
He learned to speak the language and how to read and escaped but not before killing the white man, his family and anyone who knew of him and went to live with some Indians who taught him their ways.
Melchizedek is dressed in what he calls his battle uniform and he is painted. He moves with precision as he prepares the things the boy will need this day. They have prepared for this day for over 2 years and Sampson has grown into a strapping young man.
They walk away from the camp and soon they are deep in the forests that lead to the mountains.
They have watched their prey for some time now and this will be the boys first excursion on his own.
They walk for about two hours and Melchizedek turns to him and says "The rest is up to you."
He then turns and walks back the way they came and disappears into the woods.
Sampson watches as he melds into the trees and turns and reaches down and touches his dog who perks up.
He knows something is happening and he is ready as well.
They begin to walk and soon they come to where they need to be and the dog picks up the scent of their prey, he does not bark or bay, he simply lays into the scent and he and the boy begin to trot at a steady pace through the trees.
They run for miles and neither the boy nor the dog seem to tire.
All of a sudden the dog stops and looks around and the boy does as well.
The forest has gone silent and they seem to be the reason when suddenly out of the trees a golden blur erupts and slams into the side of the dog and the dog and the blur growl and snarl as they roll around.
Sampson runs to where they are and the animals break apart and Sampson looks into the slit eyes of his prey.
All he carries is a knife and he already has it in his hand and he and the dog stand side by side as the Mountain lion moves around them.
His fur is raised and he seems to be sizing them up.
He charges at them and Sampson flips off to one side as the dog feints. The lion though is old and wise and he reaches out a paw which rips Sampson's shirt open, yet there is no time to think of that for the lion brings the fight straight to them and it is all both the boy and the dog can do as they dodge and parry with this adversary.
The lin raises dust and it mixes with the dust that they raise as the lion pounces on the dog and Samson sees the claws as they rip into his friends flesh.
He rushes in and stabs the lion in the side but this just enrages him further and almost as quick as the eye can see he is on Samson.
Sampson feels the hot fetid breath of the lion and looks into its cold feral eyes as he strikes with deadly precision and stabs the lion in the throat and twists the knife.
The lion falls on him and he lies there for a moment and a memory flashes of a time when someone else lay on him. A pretty woman.
The dog comes over and tugs at the lion and together he and Sampson get him off of him.
They both look like crap right about now and Sampson thinks of what his mother is going to say when she sees him tonight.
Damn!
He walks to the dog and looks at the gash in his leg and goes over to where he dropped the bag and pulls a jar from it and rubs it into the dogs wounds and that is when he notices he is bleeding himself.
He looks sown and there is a gash in his abdomen which though deep is not lie threatening.
He rubs some of the salve on it and begins the task of skinning the lion.
He and the dog bury the carcass of the lion out of respect and walk away.
As they come to the camp of Melchizedek he walks out to meet them and for the first time since he met the boy he hugs him, looks him in the eyes and says.
"You are boy no more."

jerald hamzah faruq murphy

[SHOOT UP THE PLACE] LION STYLE

[SHOOT UP THE PLACE] LION STYLE
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
http://youtu.be/CRAGpIlIDFk


As I fire off a furious flurry of staccato alphabetic percussives and lay the crowd down... 21 shots to 21 craniums... brains splattered on the walls...
Red paint dribbling down.
Lyrical mayhem as scared fools scatter like antelopes... Lion... Lion! 
Eyes open wide and nostrils flared... fight turned into flight... survival by any means as the cold steel pen turns automatic.
Punks jump up to get beatdown by this verbal ju jitsu style... slammed straight to the cold hard ground.
Crushed tracheas striving to spit another weak line... tears of ink leaking from squeezed ducts.
A flash as adverbs fly and conjunction occurs
I rain metaphors like napalm on urban jungle streets... a pure southern master of verbology welding a loaded clip full of synonyms and hyperbole.
Able to leap whole worlds... Make aliens overstand as my missiles fall on other lands... literary literally lateral and complete...
You thought I like them...
I told you I was unique.
I came to shoot up the place and lay the crowd down... Pop off these rounds and leave you shocked into awe.
Shattered glass and knocked over chairs bear testament to the ferocity of this attack...
Lionnnn... Lionnnnnn!!!

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY