CYBER SEXUALITY

[CYBER SEXUALITY]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS JAUNT...
http://youtu.be/2KAqrHHxfhA

Baby I want to make cyber love to you...
All these miles just make me want you more...
So fucked up in my feelings right about now.
Show me a glimpse of what I want to see.
A peek of your pretty panties and a hint of your thick nipples and I rise.
Such a rush of blood to my swollen member that to ignore it is to suffer the worst kind of agony...
Show me... Show me.
Such a scintillating vision thee...
The dew that glistens upon your nether lips causes me to stroke and lapse into fuckspeak.
Spank that pussy for daddy...
Whooo motherfucking weee.
Such a beautiful vision on a computer screen, on an android device as we become connected robotically.
Wet juice and sweaty bodies in 2d electronically.
You scream your imminent release and I feel mine as it surges from my nuts to the base of my swollen dick.
We come together even though miles apart...
You my cyber love.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

[STRAIGHT TO YO MOTHERFUCKING DOME]

[STRAIGHT TO YO MOTHERFUCKING DOME]
THE SLAVE SONG FOR THIS VOYAGE IF YOU MISS THIS BEAT YOU MISS THE POINT...
http://youtu.be/6wcoGL6Ga5o

As I blast this fyah pon the theoretical beast who holds so many enthralled...
He hidden by the lie democracy and spoon feeding bullshit in public schools...
Children educated to be a slave and a porch monkey...
All bout the clothes, the car and massas job...
Rebelliously selling dope and going to prison...
Led into institutional slavery...
Raped minds force fed religion in white images...
Eyes taped wide open.
Contrary to common sense the people eat it up as they pledge a flag that flew when black bodies designated as cheap swung from oak trees...
Picked cotton and bore masters children as he preached damnation and hellfire.
Snuck down to slave row to get him a little bit...
This fyah rains from the urban nightmare called the ghetto where thugs come a dime a dozen and nigga you ain't shit...
Where all a bailout means is that you gone hear it on CNN...
Feed the flames... feed the flames...
As I blast this fyah.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

BACK IN DA DAYS

[REMINISCENT] BACK IN DAY DAYS

THE MUSIC FOR THIS TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE...
http://youtu.be/lHMZp4SEL-0


Back in da day when gay still meant happy and a coon was a coon.
When the black man had freedom from his infamy.
Before he became the neighborhood crack dealer selling dope disguised as a thugs best hope of escape. 
Back in da day when a kid could be a kid and run free while wearing no shoes. 
Wet dirt squished between toes and a children had to beg to be let in.
Before Barbie dreams and silicone queens. Before women started calling themselves bitch and ho.
Started letting men do it.
Back in da day when the food was still kinda pure and Sunday was still kinda sacred.
When the lines were clear and defined.
When nigger was a bad word that could start a fight among black men and would get a white man slapped dead in his mouth.
Before gangsta rap and Trinidad James, Lil Wayne and Two Chains had not been loosed to shackle fragile young brains.
Lead them straight off into the land of some dumb ass shit.
Next thing you know the fad will be see through lingerie for men and they will be calling themselves faggot to show respect.
Glad this ain't back in da day and my Grandma caint see this mess.
She gone off to that last rest.
Back in da day.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(BACK IN DA DAYS)
The music for this memory… Some a dat boom bap…

Back in da day when gay still meant happy and a coon was a coon. When the black man had freedom from his infamy. Before he became the neighborhood crack dealer selling dope disguised as a thugs best hope of escape. Back in da day when a kid could be a kid and run free while wearing no shoes. Wet dirt squished between toes and a children had to beg to be let in. Before Barbie dreams and silicone queens. Before women started calling themselves bitch and ho. Started letting men do it. Back in da day when the food was still kinda pure and Sunday was still kinda sacred. When the lines were clear and defined. When nigger was a bad word that could start a fight among black men and would get a white man slapped dead in his mouth. Before gangsta rap and Trinidad James, Lil Wayne and Two Chains had not been loosed to shackle fragile young brains. Lead them straight off into the land of some dumb ass shit. Next thing you know the fad will be see through lingerie for men and they will be calling themselves faggot to show respect. Glad this ain’t back in da day and my Grandma caint see this mess. She gone off to that last rest. Back in da day.

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