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I reiterate: These are, if for nothing else, interesting times to be alive.

Y…ya…ya do?

Well I’m done bullying you. My days of stepping on the downtrodden are over. I can’t escape my fate.

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(Life is good you know, plant your see and watch it grow, ya)

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.
How many of these seeds can they keep alive so I’m singin (singin)

Here in my garden (here in my garden)
I’m harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
and it gets faster now (wo [5x])
I’m planting my garden (planting my garden)
harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
the sun keeps shinning down (wo [5x])

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.
How many of these seeds can they keep alive and so I’m singin (singin)
do delong the fact my gardens sacred
Ain’t nobody gonna come and rape it ain’t nobody gonna come and take it
Its my whole life
Love and passion consumes the reaction
now feed them the feeling that grow them so high
we’ve been baby the blossoms partaking
what’s awesome and spread out the world that’s no lie

Here in my garden (here in my garden)
I’m harvesting everything with love (love [4x])

and it gets faster now (wo [5x])
I’m planting my garden (planting my garden)
harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
the sun keeps shinning down (wo [5x])

I love it when spring comes around
I love puttin seeds in tha ground
I love this piece that I found
could it be another piece of the puzzle looks like a baby tree
pass me a shovel
so I can dig it up and put it in a nice place
mite be trainwreck mite be silver haze well anyways Ima move it
to a better spot
so it can get sunlight and be some better pot

Everything gonna chronic always burnin on a bag[?]
Got the good budz even got a lil hash callin me a plane
always flying threw the sky
captin kronik I’m super duper high
I’m super dupper fly
I’m a super duper guy
never spill a bong always got a clean pipe

If you wanna come along stand by my side
take a hit of this get ready for the ride

I’m a take a hit of that and you take a hit of this
roll a fat fatter makes cannabis bliss cause
where I live everybody’s got weed to give
so where I live cover up our eyeballs u dig
we get so high so cal
everything things always better cause we so smoked out
kottonmouth kings and we wont slow down
still blowing smoke rings bitch watch wat now

Snacks stay open like 711
I smoke my bud like 24/7 get a tight pack never dry in the bag
it was kinda blunt wrapped I’m high as the heavens
if I get goes pro then I won’t fold
roll the swift man fire with the [?] Drop prop pop
now go poppidy pop pop

ma loo?

Here in my garden (here in my garden)
I’m harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
and it gets faster now (wo [5x])
I’m planting my garden (planting my garden)
harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
the sun keeps shinning down (wo [5x])

Its harvest time the moon was shine pure magic in the air
the universe so miracle like drum sticks on a snare
the cycling the seasons change the healing that repairs
We pass around the sacred pipe then hold it in the air,
we blow the smoke in 4 directions giving thanks each time
then nothing can reward the gods like fruit at harvest time
so plant your seeds and love the soil and let water it each day
and live your life with pure intention good things will come your way
(so they say)

Here in my garden (here in my garden)
I’m harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
and it gets faster now (wo [5x])

I’m planting my garden (planting my garden)
harvesting everything with love (love [4x])
the sun keeps shinning down (wo [5x])

One seed two seed 3,4, and 5.
How many of these seeds can they keep alive
and so I’m singin (singin) do delong the fact my gardens sacret
Ain’t nobody gonna come and rape it ain’t nobody gonna come and take it
Its my whole life

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‘Cause sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak
And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up
But you gotta search within you
And gotta find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you
And get that motivation to not give up
And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face, and collapse
Till I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
Till the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing ‘em
‘Cause when I am not, then I’ma stop penning ‘em
And I am not hip hop and I’m just not Eminem
Subliminal thoughts, when I’ma stop sending 'em?
Women are caught in webs, spin ‘em and hock venom
Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin’ to stop
Amoxicillin’s just not real enough
The criminal cop killin’, hip-hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You’re coming with me, feel it or not, you’re gonna fear it
Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin’ up?
Fa shizzel, my wizzel, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzels forgot, Slizzel does not give a fuck
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse
[x2]
Music is like magic, there’s a certain feeling you get
When you real and you spit, and people are feeling your shit
This is your moment, and every single minute you spend
Tryna hold on to it because you may never get it again
So while you’re in it, try to get as much shit as you can
And when your run is over, just admit when it’s at its end

Because I’m at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in
I got a list, here’s the order of my list that it’s in
It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie
Andre from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me
But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy
So when I’m not put on this list, the shit does not offend me
That’s why you see me walk around
Like nothing’s bothering me
Even though half you people got a fuckin’ problem with me
You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me
The press’s wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney; Nate, hit me
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse

[x2]
Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an emcee’s heart
What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart
And it’s absurd how people hang on every word
I’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve
But I’ll never be served, my spot is forever reserved
If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first
‘Cause in my heart of hearts
I know nothing could ever be worse
That’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse
My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict
I rap like I’m addicted to smack, like I’m Kim Mathers
But I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles
The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers
So this is like a full-blown attack I’m launching at 'em
The track is on some battling raps, who want some static?
‘Cause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters
A plaque and platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest
Till the roof comes off, till the lights go out
Till my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth
Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse
[x2]
Until the roof (until the roof)
The roof comes off (the roof comes off)
Until my legs (until my legs)
Give out from (underneath me)
I will not fall, I will stand tall
Feels like no one can beat me

Ems third album had some good beats that he did himself, and he still rapped over it convincingly. I think it was his last quality album, much less already than the second, which is a contender for the best album of that century. It wouldn’t win it, something like Dark Side of the Moon or Kind of Blue should win it, but its phenomenal. – edit oh it came out in 2000. Okay then by me its still the best album of this century so far. Im sure I haven’t been as impressed with anything since.

When I heard this shit first, I knew Id found a real artist.

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Somewhere along the line his best friend Proof died. By then his voice started to sound all hollow and weird, and he began rapping more abstractly.

This one was also one of my favourites but there are about 8 absolute classics on that album and this isn’t even one of them. Proof does the 4th verse.

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Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I’m Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
young-ass man with a trash can, strapped to the back
Of his ass so the rats can’t chew through his last pants

Thats not a product of a sober mind. Its the best flow of the album.
Yeah, homie if youre an artist you best know how to handle your drugs.

Interesting tidbits: Turns out that a good portion of the undying Legion and Lucifer are my actual spiritual children, I’m ‘married’ to the General of Legion, have myself a ‘harem’ and have become the very thing I once fought against, except that I, like so many others, believe myself to be doing it better than my enemies. I have concrete and actual reasoning to reinforce my claim, but I won’t bore you with that.

I am one of those types of people that believes himself to be better than others, to admit another philosophy of mine. I have found out that everyone and everything has a similar mindset. One of us in the vast infinite had to be right and I’m glad it was me.

Watch as I rule the cosmos and eternity with Earth as my throne, from Redding, California, turning it into a celebrity grinder as they practice ‘Hotel California’ upon the beast that I am and I do the same some times as I see fit, like pruning a Bonzai Tree.

The domino ripple butterfly effect of countless alternate realities to countless layers of reality, dancing in the jungles, swinging from trees, within the mind and spirit, our stomping grounds, the Savage Garden; our eternal prisons with us all out on probation or parole in these life sentences that we’re serving and every bit deserving.

October 31, 2017

Trick. Or

Treat.?

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Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods? Where’s the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need. I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He’s gotta be sure and it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life! larger than life. Somewhere after midnight in my wildest fantasy Somewhere just beyond my reach there’s someone reaching back for me. Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet. I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He’s gotta be sure and it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life. I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. Up where the mountains meet the heavens above Out where the lightning splits the sea I could swear there is someone somewhere watching me. Through the wind and the chill and the rain And the storm and the flood I can feel his approach like a fire in my blood. I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night. He’s gotta be strong and he’s gotta be fast And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight. I need a hero. I’m holding out for a hero 'til the morning light. He’s gotta be sure and it’s gotta be soon And he’s gotta be larger than life. I need a hero. I’m hoXding out for a hero 'til the end of the night.

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Something I’ve been noticing… I’m still under 2500 posts on this username in its various changes since the death of my idioticidioms account and still have done more of actual content and value than those with 10’s of thousands of posts. I think that says a lot more than the fluff numbers they tried to instill to make these boards look more successful than they were and more than they could have been without the actual content that myself and others brought. It just shows the truth that quantity is still no match for quality.

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There once was a little boy that I used to be
grew up too fast, my song; my story
I would sit down and cry a long cry
as I cried myself to sleep
watching my parents fight
insecurity and inadequacy
delivered to my mind
day after day, night after night
as I picked myself up and kept going
on through the long fight
to go from hope lost
pick up a gun, lost thoughts
of putting an end to my life
to the day I knew what it was to get fresh breath
to get my head free of the shit piled up, leading to my death
got a whiff of something greater
started seeing the colours of the world
instead of the palette of black and white and shades of grey
as it all twirled and swirled
around a middle finger I had yet to hold up right
and this is just another tribute to my
my life, my strife, my ongoing fight
to the end of my days, never gonna get a respite
as so much of an infinite ‘legion’
can not leave me alone
and this is not me crying
this is not with tears streaming
this is not me dying
this is me living a life forever impounded
forever grounded
to be worse than any of you could imagine
while you suffer bare minimum in comparison
to the Hell that I’ve lived in every minute
every memory moment
as you all hate on me until the hate turns to love
and I’m supposed to wear it like a glove
and just be a father that I dont feel like being
a spacial anomaly, a monster, a freak and beast
I am the fear in the heart of you
I am the Lord incarnate in the flesh
and I am better than you, better than the rest
failed, fell down, but passed the test
got the fuck back up to give it another go
found myself dogged by social retardism
on an epic spiritual level
and still ongoing as they try to sap and steal every moment of my happiness
that I fought for, struggled to earn
as they think they have the right
to take from those who have already been through far too much
so merry fucking christmas and happy fucking new year
happy holidays to the ungrateful fucks
who thought for a moment that they could
do whatever it is that retards think they could
or is it a should of to a would?
I don’t think it matters
it just sprays and splatters
like so much cum on the face of God
from the so-called children that were never his, never mine
yanking their own cocks in childish laughter and glee
thinking themselves wild and free
before the crash of emotions draws them down
as they run and try to escape the weighing of the crown
upon their shoulders and their heads
The full brunt yet to hit and so they fail to admit
that they hurt as much as they think they do
for not yet hurting at all as much as they will
as it all starts spiraling downhill
down towards the Hell they’ve yet to know
but daring to judge with impotent justice
the burdens of the wise, the angst and violence of those
that were far better than they could ever know
chasing them around with zealous fanatic fervor
through the streets of town and city after town and city
in lands supposed free and brave
as wave after wave
of firestorms descend upon them and burn them up
and still just a stepping stone to the next era
to the pain that they will feel upon a tomorrows wind
past my own death, though I ‘see’ it perfectly
from insane to insane psychology
see them wound up and wind down
see them struggle to lift the crown
and have it be just another sob story from them
another cry for help from the same man they try to tear to pieces
me and my life, me and my wife
they destroy in one breath and turn to for help in the next
And where is humanity going, where are we going except to the the next page, the next chapter
in this ongoing saga of the depraved meeting the depraved departed
and wondering where the story ends as they’re told and told again
'this is just the middle, prestory, precursor, to mankinds greatest adventure
out into the vastnesses of space, past our own generations breeding
this ground of hate spewing and spreading and becoming
our graves, our tombstones rotting
my life better than theirs, so they torment and torture
not even seeing how it’s worse, for them being similar to those
that I pointed this out to years ago
and so I go through the paces of a fight already won
on an epic scale… of so many things refusing to learn
again and again the cycles and patterns repeat
in ever-increasing fashion
down to my last breath
a razors-edge wire walked
to the day of my death
as a bullet screams through my head
blood-splatter on the ground and the walls around
telling another prophecy of their own lives and their own futures
in true psychological fashion
of not even needing to be prophetical
just simply reasonable and logical
from advanced logic to advanced emotionality
handed them the rope and watched them strangle themselves
catch themselves in the barbed wire and rose-thorns of life and death itself
all while screaming for help that could never help
failing to understand what they claimed to understand
and bolstered and buoyed by the older generations who thought they were fucked up
but had the rod spared on them too much while growing up
and so spoiled they were, not-depraved or even twisted
as much as true love and truth could actually show peace to be
aching for a war they run from in the next panel
of an on-going comicbook of non-humor
life’s divine comedy as once called once upon a time
by some Dante or another
And still there are those surprised that we don’t learn
that each generation still grows unable to wrap their heads around the concepts of the growing and the old
as the growing and the old themselves remain unable to wrap their heads completely around the concepts of the bold
the fearless and the combat experienced, they remain cold and hurting while others are warm and humming
like so many biomechanical engines from cold-starts to pumping hearts
all while we’re carried forward on the deaths of so many heroes made to be villains
to ease and soothe the spoiled multitude of violent children
who, for all their violence, could never be as violent as the Lord
and so in fear, arm themselves with fear
so attack an authoritarian devil that tells them and forces them to grow up
in all their varied schemes and debaucheries as we live in eternal deception
as deceit reigns near supreme, ever pissed at truth for being most deceptive
in its convoluted forms and ongoing fight just to lift itself from the mud and blood
to get one single bit in before the lies and deceptions knock it down and keep it down
ever a pity to the true majority of eternity that loves to hear it
but, again, happy holidays, merry fucking christmas
fuck off and get bent
sayeth the Lord, thy God, with a grin

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