CAPTIVATING....

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WHAT I EXUDE IS AS SOLID AS THE STEEL ON A 747 JET LINER WHEN THE BOLTS CAN'T TURN NO TIGHTER,
(( I'M A MUTHAFUKIN RIDER ))
IF THE NECESSARY OCCUR I'M GONE BE HIS NUMBER 1 (( FIGHTER))...
SOUL TO SOUL CAUSE MY ESSENCE IS THE RAIN DROPS ON DRY DESERT DIRT,
I KNOW THERE WILL BE SOME  INTERFERENCES BUT AS LONG AS I ALWAYS COME (( FIRST ))...
IT'S DEEPER THAN THE WATERS OF EVE'S BAYOU~MY CHEMISTRY  BECOMES PHYSICAL WHEN EVER I WALK BY YOU.....
TRUE SPIT CAUSE I CAN CHANGE THE AIR TO ANOTHER WHOLE DYNAMIC,
HIS FIRST BREATH IN THE MORNING SIGNALS THE TELEPATHY IN MY GENTICS....
CAUSING A SCENE AMONGST THE UNIVERSAL LAWS OF PHYSICS,
COMING TO THE REALIZATION THAT
POETRY IS THE HISTORY OF MY VERY OWN HIEROGLYPHICS....  

(( I AIN'T YA ORDINARY SISTA ))

Copyright Shan-Teazy Ledgend




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I STAND BEFORE HIM....

I'M SIMPLY FREE LIKE THE WIND BLOWING AGAINTS THE ACENSION OF MY BREAST,
I FEEL A CERTAIN CALMNESS AS THE RESTRICTION IS LIFTED GIVING THESE TWO BEAUTIES  FREEDOM THAT WAS ONCE PHYSICALLY OPPRESSED...
HIGHER LEARNING CAUSE I LEARNED TO SET A PLACE IN MY MENTAL JUST FOR HIM TO FEAST AT HIS WILL,
AND THE MOMENT I'M STANDING BEFORE HIM ALL I CAN SEE IS HIS MOUTH OPENING UP SAYING DAMN PLEASE LET PEACE FOREVER BE STILL...
STILL AS A CALMED RIVER I WASH MY BLESSINGS UPON THE PENDULUM THAT HE SWING,
WATCHING THE TIDE COME TO SHORE I CAN'T HELP BUT BLEND IN WITH THE EARTH'S NATURAL SOURCE OF RAIN....
RAIN DOWN ON ME AS MY NAKEDNESS BECOME INCREASINGLY INTOXICATING,
ASK ME IF I LOVE BEING NAKED BEFORE HIM AND I WOULD TELL YOU THE FEELING IS COMPLETELY AND UNEQUIVOCALLY
EXUBERATING....

((( HE MAKES WANT TO BE NAKED )))


Copyright Shan-Teazy Ledgend

R.I.P PASS ME THE BOTTLE...

Masters of Barz (vol. 3 series 6)
(Wize Monk & Shantell Cooper)

R.I.P. (Pass The Bottle)

Wize Monk Infinity
R.I.P., I'm ripped, I twist my cap back before I slip
And pour out some for my lyrical soldiers I miss
Life gets colder...I have about three or four on my list
Sometimes I go back, explore and reminisce
Remember this? Spits from Grim Reaper and Excalibur
His passing is a red circle circled on my calendar
My dude was a writer of a whole different caliber
Dropping lyrical mathematics: calculus and algebra
No challengers… Devastation Ink left us blessed in ways
No matter the topic, he expressed it in these restless days
A cool dude, but if you dissed, you would get checked and played
Now there's no one to hold up Excalibur, there's nothing left to say
See, I know this will be me one day… the thought leaves me hollow
Allen Simmons, a real friend, a brother and a writer to follow
I raise my drink, pour some out, take a swallow
I look at Shantell and then I pass her the bottle
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Shan Teazy Ledgend
I'M BOWING MY HEAD WHILE SAYIN' YO' WIZE PLEASE PASS ME THE BOTTLE,
I GOT 8 YEARS OF MEMORIES AND THEY REWINDING FULL THROTTLE...
MY PEN TOUCHED THE GLASS AS IF IT WANTED TO TAKE A SIP,
ON HOW POETRY BECAME A FOUNDATION WITH LIFE CHANGING EVENTS...
FRIENDS THAT BECAME FAMILY THROUGH WORDS AND COMMUNICATION,
MERGING "LYRICAL ASSASSINS TO CREATE INK WITH DEVASTATION...
NOW I'M TOASTING TO MY 2 FALLEN BROTHERS WHO WERE POETRY KINGS,
ALLEN WAS THE GRIM REAPER AND GERALD HELD IT DOWN WITH HIS "WINGS"...
SO MANY OTHERS WITH TALENT AND STYLE,
SO MANY OTHERS WHO LIGHT
MADE ME SMILE....
I RELAX AND REMINISCE AND BEGIN TO SCRIBE IN MY MENTAL NOVEL,
POURING MYSELF ANOTHER SHOT WHILE PASSING WIZE BACK THE BOTTLE....
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Wize Monk Infinity
Pass me the bottle back... see, I'm just trying to get tipsy
When I go, I hope, maybe some of my family and friends will miss me
I feel we're immortalized through these scripts... Do you get me?
I pour a little more out to all the friends of the past that left me
I guzzle it back...so I can get numb like novocaine
Shantell and I talk for hours hoping to let go of the pain
It's so strange, as we empty bottles, I pray this feeling will never end
And as the sun begins to rise, we celebrate the life of our fallen brethren

R.I.P.
Allen Simmons
Gerald Green