Friday, June 26, 2009

Random B.S. 5 (Brain Power)

Though I'm usually on a conscious tip/
I'll be honest, LIke Common Sense/
Not a Zombie, But I like gettin Brain from a chick/
If I get it, might give it, so what's wrong with it???/
be like Tag, Your In/
let the games begin/
I'm takin a break, claim the face, cuz I aim for the chin/
got me reeling for this highlight, it's a TPN/
top play Nominee, Like on Espn/
Now I could beat up the Cho-chi & leave it looking like a Roast Beef sammich/
Step back for a minute, feelin so Mannish/
you bent over the bed which is so my standard/
it's your favorite, legs shakin, like you can't stand it/
but we can make this, last longer, time'll get expanded/
if you knock it out first, like it's out the park/
take a load off our minds, DEVINE, rewind
and I'll remove your cool like it's a cross my heart/
Baby......I cross my Heart!!! I swear...

D. Abshire
June 27th, 2009
~12:30 a.m.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

SouthCoast Slums:

Times are slow, not enough business, got let go/
the fight goes on, better believe it's perpetual/
retro, hell no, trying to produce productively/
Find a job that pays the bills, plus allows me to be/
Musician with Cool vision, plus not too heavy on the grief/
this Dude fishin, tools glisten, I got whatchu need/
gotta achieve finding my outlet for my mental seeds/
thoughts like GZA's rhymes, travel@ tremendous speeds, sent out through the speak's/
Yo, truth be told, I'd work a non-profit/
Some consider spittin rhymes as a Hobby, not as logic/
some consider 360 a prophet, others view as object/
can't let that float my head, stay focused and on topic/
Failure's not an option, the world needs our visions/
Soundclash and Soundbomb, till it sets of sprinkler systems/
Whether the Mic's off or on, I've made the right provisions/
gotta get the message to these slums, make better all the symptoms/
Whether freestyle or written, you can here it in our spittin'/
Like my Man Skipp there's even a message in my driftin/
so as I pound the concrete, lookin' for what must be done/
I'm giving hope and a voice to these South Coast Slums/

D. Abshire
"Wyzdom360"
June 14th, 2009

Monday, June 1, 2009

Random B.S. 4:

For those of you, who are too cool for school/
or too cool to move/
come on, get shown how to get it in by this dude/
just raise one arm to the sky my friend/
move yo' hand, like you ya biggest fan/
fan yo'self my Man/
that speaks volumes, conserves on the rest of the oxygen/
for the rest of the cats that's singing along, vibin, and chimin' in/
we get to spittin, keep it hittin for all the HipHop heads/
Eff promoters who's motored by bank roles instead/
Some of us get it poppin, for the spread Love doctrine/
Cuz each one teach one, ain't seemin to be ya'lls posture/
Nor the way you rockin, Ya'll talk too much to be mobsters/
smellin' fish like Lobsters, sunkin cloudy eyed tuna/
Maybe you'd have a clue bruh, if you'd get off the damn computer/
Stealin' yo funk from Rooster, and Andre 3 Stacks/
Claimin' you run this here, but you ain't recieved 3 placks/
keep fakin,3 black impala's comin' ta getcha/
Move from around us lil' dudes, ya need to pray and read ya scriptures/
They ain't gon' be needin' a catcher to be the pitcher/
get the picture???/
They gon' be comin' to deal witcha....

D. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360°
June 2nd, 2009~1:30a.m.