(FREEFLOW DRAGON DOJO)
THE SOUND OF DRAGON FYAH...

Baby you make me flow completely... Building as I drop goat rider's to bended knees... Signs and symbolism as I take you way past the 33rd degree... To the beginning and the end... 360.
I an explosion in the left hemisphere of your cranium as I drops verbal uranium and enriched lyrical plutonium... Thermonuclear as I blows you into new millineums.
Child of Imhotep and mans original origins... A blue black version of the blood that travels under my pseudo black skin... It diluted with the brutality of the caucasion who removed the original African.
Every time I look in your eyes I see the story clear... The end result of psychological systematically induced fear... The whisper of the jinn in my brothers and sisters ear...
Making the truth hard to hear.
You wearing the mark of the beast on your breast, your ass and your feet as I The Honest Truth spit a beatbox beat designed to move the streets.
Free the slave and make we complete.
Baby you are the key that wakes me from a triple stage darkness induced sleep... The fleeting hooves of frightened sheep as the wolf fat prepares to eat.
I flow what I see in the depths of your optics... The Muslim, Oriental, Jewish, Christian and Coptic...
Baby you make me drop it.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(TRIPLE EYE SEE)
THE BEATDOWN FOR THE BREAKDOWN...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTVSdstDIL4&feature=youtube_gdata_player

We who exist metaphysical see...
We see that we have existed across these spans called lives that mere men be.
We who saw the beginnings as man and woman newly formed walked across Pangea.
We borne on the strands of helix trees that bore fruit and ultimately seed.
We who know that the dirt, the sky and the universe are one.
That the worm and the lion are our kin.
That we in our roots carry the potential to communicate telepathically.
That the majority exist as slaves to mundane aspirations.
Religion the finger held as blade to a neck.
We who look to the stars and know that they and we are one.
That the pineal is the only way to see... Third eye television precision displayed on an hd screen.
That the art of our physicality is the key... We the physician... The witchdoctor... The potentiality...
We among the cattle walking as the free.
They imprisoned by the illuminati who struggle to prove their innocence while killing indiscriminately in Afghanistan, Iraq, and Tallahassee.
We who exist metaphysical see these things.
We act upon them fluidly

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(THE LONELY KINGS LAMENT)
THE MUSIC AS A KING REMINISCES...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZHr3F4y-W0&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Should I tell you how I would treat thee?
Would you overstand and walk with me or would you let all this go to waste?
I would never call you bitch or who're cause I know that the world has done that enough... Torn you down.
Stood on your spirit.
I see the sassy as you being free, the fire that burns in we.
I see your skin as the utopia spoken of in hushed tones as we pray on bended knees... We promised to be together across eons and in these eventualities.
Would you feel the king in me and stroke my mane as it hangs from my chin?
I of silky flowers and milk chocolate as Jimi's Electric Ladyland plays on mp3...
Would you be my voodoo child and my moon rising my tides?
Could you withstand my depths?
Feel my crushing forces and make them exert less pressure as they beat at my psyche?
I will stand by you till the day I lie cold in a grave in a cemetery and after that my love for you will flow across skins as the breeze.
I knowing these things will be sweet if only I could have you to hold, to hold me.
I would treat thee accordingly as these days fade into the annals of time and our beating hearts linked bear witness.
I will treat thee as Isis, Makeda and Nefertiti.
My queen, my empress, my all.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

TAKE IT OFF... TAKE IT OFF

(TAKE IT OFF... TAKE IT OFF)
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... YOU NEEDS TO LISTEN.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzkuEKeeDGg&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Strip for me...
Be my nasty little freak.
No one else is going to see as you show me your secrets... Your secret places.
Make my beast growl in my chest and cause him to stretch the skin of my thick veiny dick.
Make him want to stop your tease but be too transfixed to move.
His savage ravage showing in his lidded eyes...
He sniffing the air as you bend and your pussy drops to hang between your thighs... Beneath your spread ass cheeks.
He inhaling sharply as you crawl towards him on your knees.
Touch him and lay back and throw your legs to the sky as your clit makes an appearance... He wanting to suck it.
So badly.
Show him your stretch marks for he can read their patterns.
Trace your story.
See the origins of your freak...
Make the beast want to beat deep as you scratch him... Bite him.
He pulling at your hair and the top of your head... Dropping dick in.
The beast released in all his fuckery... Spanking that clit till it drips tears on his length.
Till he roaring sprays cum into that pussy and across your belly.
Cum on.
Strip for me.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(SAVAGE RELEASE OF THE SEXUAL BEAST)

(SAVAGE RELEASE OF THE SEXUAL BEAST)
THE SOUND AS THE BEAST BEATS...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgAPJVodr0U&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Let me fill you up... Cum into your empty places and overflow them with my essence.
Me touching your silky skin, playing in your wetness, lost in the all of you.
Sliding in and out.
Pulling you back and forth.
You riding my solid pole.
It stretching you as I lost in the view am sprinkled in the dew of your pinkened fruit encased in your blackened skin.
You laid back and spread, clit standing proud.
You digging fingernails into my skin.
Savage marks of rapture stinging on my sweaty skin as I thick lay in it deep.
Push it all the way to the back as I suck your tongue and you lick my face... I suck at your nipples and bite a little.
I want to hear your high notes.
I will provide the lows... The beat, beat, beat as you pulsate on my rock hard.
Use it to scratch your itch... Throwing it back as I thump, thump, thump against the confines of your walls.
I cum into you thick and creamy, draining into your cracks and crevices.
Filling you up and dribbling out wet and sticky as I the beast and you the damsel lie complete.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

(FALLEN SOLDIERS LAMENT)
THE SOUND FOR THE POUND...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywtJXf7hwqo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

This is for the fallen African soldiers.
Those lost in the savagery of capitalistic struggle since the advent of his-story.
This is for those who hung from trees, were flayed from their skin, were treated as subhuman.
My fathers and grandfathers, my uncles and cousins, my brother's in this life and death situation.
Those who stood on street corners and slung that thang... Opened bottles and poured one for them that's gone, wore colors that represented power on another man's land.
Them who grew up in the distorted projects where every day can be your last, killed by your own kind, killed by a white man representing the blue, black and brown gang.
This is a shot popped into the air, I hope it falls and splits the wig of an oppressor.
Takes him to a certain grave.
Buried under the tan soles of our black feet.
We soldiers in a misguided war where we fight for material when its really all about the spiritual.
Scratching and struggling to own another man's name stitched on jeans and worn on our ass like burnt brands on slaughtered cows.
Still gripped in the insanity of slavery while screaming free.
Another black man has died.
This prayer is for his African soul.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY

Speechless

(SPEECHLESS) A COLLAB FEATURING VERNAL...
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvTTQzF2N20&feature=youtube_gdata_player

V
Baby you got me speechless when you make love to me
blowing my mind in different places
longing for your touch
make love to me holding me close.

J
Baby you got me speechless as I drink in the juicy of you.
Take a moment to take in your curves.
I speechless as you stand there and I reach out and grab your pussy and you moan.
My dick hanging starts to rise and you take it in your hand.

V
As we change positions how deep u go in me
oooh I love the way you make me moan
louder and louder my heart starts trembling wanting more.
The deeper you go the louder I be.
Got me climbing walls with ecstacy.
Baby don't stop loving, me make  love to me

J
I push you back and spank your pussy as you scream and splatter pussy juice on the bed.
I stand and fall into that pussy hard.
All the way back as you hollar and scratch my back.

V
You got that look in my eye,
You got my mind blown as you kiss my neck, reaching my spot
as you make my body respond, trembling n cumming faster and faster

J
I beat it till the headboard starts to thump the wall.
Thump... Thump.
Thump thump.
My pussy.

V
You make me reach an orgasm.
Please don't stop...
As the hours pass you smacking my ass and the neighbors banging,
harder and harder, we both have an over flow.

J
You so thick as I lay to the side and cross them thighs, all sideways in it.
You screaming.
"Gotdamn Daddy... Get this pussy daddy!
Oh fuck... Ohhhh fuckkkk!
A squirming, squirting fucking juicy... Whew!

V
An over flow of your love.
Loving and fucking you harder as we finally reach our final nuts.
Bust one r two
Don't stop baby until you cum n me.

J
And the neighbors knocks become a part of the synchopation of your nuts and eventually mine.
Baby...
You got me speechless.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY AND VERNAL