NAMASTEEZY YOGA - ACTIVISM- MUSIC - WEAVING
posted this message to: Poetry with the Moments of Hafiz Friends
Are you down for the goats? If so then you down with
the truth process and if your down with the truth
process....
Stop through creative xpress....
And get your goats into the Namanubian spirit via some
head roc, like the Goats said so long ago, "UMIN' IN
YA EAR Comin in ya ear with a mic and a drum Comin in
ya ear with a mic Ya better believe that I'll be
dreamin of a black Christmas And at the top of my list
is a fat spliff And ya know it's a hoota of the Budda
blessed True to the blue 'cause I got · on my chest
And we rest because our cause speeds on it's way It's
on our way, we're on our way, the S I G M A So what do
you say? What do you know? Where would you like to go?
To the step show with a pro or with a falsetto And
what I mean is a speaker who can't see the light He
cooks his rhymes in a beeker puts 'em in a pipe I'm
not that type, I'm not that type, I'll say it one more
time, I'm not the type to be sublime in any rhyme of
mine I heard you wasn't down with these Philly
mutherfuckers Instead of Welches Grape you used some
shit called Smuckers Well knucker, I'm here ta let you
know just what I think o' that To quote my man Chico
"Smooth move Ex-Lax" Ya slippin tryin ta keep pace
with the diver But you can't even catch my saliva From
drippin, I'm spittin, all over you like Pippen Scottie
beam me up cause all these lunatics are flippin Like a
tumbler, I'm the rumbler, not Stevie buts a wonder Not
a stumbler or a bumbler over words that you can't
under- Stand, my man, 50 grand, shakin hands If I had
a bird brain last name… I'd be Dan While I get mine
ya bitin rhymes like a canine Day nine in line for
welfare line time A pro lifer is the piper that I'd
like ta uh roll a rolla roll on (line style ala
O.Konfusion) If it is the early morning dawn I'll sing
that song like Orlando, Tony, a white man, not a leader
just a man too Saying what ya can't do cause ya typed
it in stereo Like seeing a doughnut and calling it a
Cheerio Heros and heros and heroins I'm here ta
rectify all the comins and goins This moment in time
is defined by ambiguity Plausible denial, no trial is
the beauty Comin in ya ear with a mic and a drum Comin
in ya ear with a mic Coo Coo ca chew I'm the Goats who
are you Grab the microphone and do that thing that you
do Ya call it rhymin, ha, that's so funny I forgot ta
laugh I made better sounds than that come out the
crack of my ass On my first day, my worst day, and
even in my hearse day You couldn't write a rhyme If I
gave you the first verse Ta play with sorta sloppily
but make sure you gives props to me I don't play games
so damn I hates Monopoly I'm the macho, hancho, nacho
eatin Like tanto, I'm yo, smooth as a mutherfucker
Draw the line because ya know the Jack-in-the-box will
cross it And just in time 'cause for your mind I think
they said ya lost it I said ya lost it, one more time,
ya lost it Ya paid the cost for tryin to be somethin
that your not A big shot but what ya got is a small
spot And you can get a lickety lick lick shot 'Cause
Jack-in-the-box is not drivin Mrs. Daisy I get what I
got but not from old white ladies So save that shady
shit for somebody's Uncle Tom 'Cause I ain't related
and ya hate it when I drop a bomb 1 2 I'm gettin ta be
the who's who Of the food for the thinkers I don't
tinker with the winkers Like I Hop, I drop props at
all hours Like Psycho, I might go stab Duke in the
shower Scoobie Doo Fuck George Bush Doobie Da Yaaa
Rhyme sayer, not a mayor, I don't pretend to be a
player Flava, I hope the dopes listen to Chief Seattle
He's not one for the battle or the paddle or the saddle
Like Lite Beer from Miller, it is it and that's that
Like Rhyme Beer from Killer, its the shit and phat's
phat Spelled with a "P" just like in telephone Livin'
in North Philly's a form of hell a home…not Comin in
ya ear with a mic and a drum Comin in ya ear with a
mic"
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