Random B.S. 7 (Keep On Pushing)

Proof right there that we all can make it/
Stay positive, stay grindin', stay focused and not faded/
Whether a soldier, book hustler or Music Maven/
Sky ain't the limit, it'll go where you can take it/
too many feel degraded, but like the dow you can change it/
Invest time and your money in what you believe/
Not just another card comin unsewn out the sleeve/
start with the foundation, realize your own dreams/
without the tripple beams/
No hole in Mom's heart, nothing for her to reject/
no atrial septal or ventricular defect/
take a fresh breath like a first step, automatically seal the seams/
raise your conditioning up to par, your state of being to pristine/
keep marching, one foot at a time, it ain't as hard as it seems...



David A. Abshire
"Wyzdom360° "
August 19th, 2009

Random B.S. 6(Trash or Treasure)

You say those're skinny jeans, but they just some skin tight culottes/
Might as well be rockin tights, but you swearin' you hot/
You a jerk alright, nuts smashed up on your belt buckle/
gon eff around, catch a hernia, trying to be cooler then Bryant Gumble/
That's an epic fail, a Leon Lett type of fumble/
5 years from now you gonna look back, Like what the Eff was I rockin?/
5 years from now I'm gon know, the eff that I was watchin/
a Damn fool dressed like a broad, rockin' skate shoes and a Leotard/
Showin your draws don't make you hard, 200lb men shouldn't dress like that/
Wife beaters neither, nobody wanna see your belly fat/
all overemphasized and hanging out, what happened to dressin with class?/
patterns are cool when you pull it off, but damn, the colors gotta match/
that's not just an opinion, that's a matter of fact/
styles recycle every 10 years, not everything's classic, some are fads/
I guess it's true what some say, some people's treasure is the next man's trash/


D. Abshire
August 12th, 2009~9:53pm

The Ramble Preamble:

This ain't the end of the road/
too much to work on, grip too tight to let go/
Head focused on the prize, won't let you gass me like petro/
cellebrate the end of the day though/
Toast me like the president with a shot full of pe'tron/
can't stay still long folk, Man, my thoughts like to roam/
pen the message as I catch it, more like Catch and release/
snatch up some fuel for the fire, comfortable kicks as I pound the concrete/
rhymin off of counter tops, or walking through the streets/
Stay large as a Panda in my LRG's and SB's/
Switching up the uniform for the new Dundees in Dungarees/
End Goal ain't the vortex of being a neighborhood legend/
Ain't no hill stoppin the path of where I'm steppin/
Yeah I got a lil' sidetracked, but I also got, a lil head while I'm confessin/
The Love I'm professin', devoted to HipHop/
Man HipHop ain't dead just because ya'll stopped/
How could it be, If you cut me I still bleed/
and if it's still red, that means I'm still living/
stop blaming the next man for your horrible decisions/
they call it purchasing power for a reason, that's why knowledge is just a symptom/
the remedy is gaining wisdom/
the structure of the building, we should all make ours more sturdy/
I really shouldn't be addicted to Kick coppin, but I'm barely in my 30's/
Don't know who's worse about it, Chuck, Skipp, Skratchere, Me or 7eventhirty/
but anyway, Let's get back to our Roots like Tygah Woods,
and back to showtime like Magic and James Worthy/


D. Abshire
August 9th, 2009~4:24am

Heaven Sent(My verse for the song with Kams and Swelly)

"Yo I'm feelin it Kamms...Check me out...." (said on the intro to my part)
The Beat's Intelligent/
the Rhymes are Heaven Sent/
Truly a Blessing, Rockin' this Heavenly/
Swelly the Swell Emcee/
and of Course the 2nd Element/
Understood, Co captains w/o the Captions/
My soul responded to this beat, said "Dave...it's time for some action"/
Ain't had to do no Askin'/
knew right away it wasn't bout braggin/
or gun clappin & pants saggin/
Breathe in air Deeply, fresh like Autumn snow in Aspen/
Since Simple Minds want beats, this one leaves the truth flashin'/
How Great the world can be, You can Just imagine/
Skin color's only skin Deep, Yo, the Spirit's longer Lastin'/
Is Brother your Skin Color or is it state of Mind?,
Marinate on that one time or more if you have to rewind/
cuz that's what's Happnin'/
What's your Ration-al???

D.Abshire
July 16th, 2009~11:58pm

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.

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

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.