Saturday, May 9, 2009

Random B.S. 3:

Change Pennants, if ya don't know what you scrimmage for/
This Hoss still a man like a Cenataur/
w/the malificent I been at war/
I finish Thorr, chope Zeus' head off when I'm bored/
the Data's Raw, Long list of Battle Scars/
Battle Cats w/swords, Scare me none you ugly bunch of Skelators/
betta have it on your mind if you came to Brawl/
10 men enter, 9 ain't on my side, they all shall fall/
Catch the Message better than Blondie, way fresher than the analog/
pressure's got your temples going bald/
relax young grasshopper, take breaths,
stop making mountains outta things so small/
let it pass propper, schtick poppin not an option,
unclench your fist all balled/
Rubbin me raw, I ain't a genie and your wish is gone/
Peaceful man by nature, but you pushin buttons wrong/
Kick coppin, Spread Love Doctrine,
Blossumed from the breath of God/
Being me the easiest part,
gaining your status back and beating me, the longest yard/
Even if Herschel Walk, be on guard/
from point of Start, the levels hard/
Be forewarned/


David A. Abshire
aka
Wyzdom360
of
The Congre'Gation

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Subway to Heaven: 17th Street in my mind

Into girls with big Asses, Cute Smiles and Nice Kicks/
Gotta be something for me to write this/
Love the way those LRG's huggin her hips/
Something about the way she let her Yankee hat tip/
Mesmerized, no lie, her glance game was so sick/
saw'er on the subway, Normaly takes 5 minutes, felt like a week long trip/
Straight Graphitti with PHat letters, man her thighs were so thick/
she was bumpin Mp3's, made me wonder what kinda Hits/
was it something from DownSouth, or was it straight from the Bridge/
was it contemporary classics, or was it a house mix/
was it RedHot Chilli peppers, or was she bumpin the kid?/
I had to ask her right quick, smoothly walked up and introduced/
Said Hey my name's David, figured I'd speak the truth/
she followed with her name, convo opened like a coup/
interjecting high intrigue, she loved cooking too/
she was a sous Chef at Emeril's in Vegas for a while/
I had to lean back, say word?, straight driving me sorta wild/
Magnetic type of smile, my brain was running miles/
the train came to a stop, the digits she handed out/
had me cheezin for a moment, watching her exit the turnstyle/
She had me Gone...BX stop in 2 miles...

David A. Abshire
May 6th, 2009~11:05pm