Sunny dayes are wyel. Hollyhoodoo shabti and 1/2 men vanity. Ragga
kids with the badda psychic landscape of the sissy’s disjointed
memories of the Fight club regained, Cha! Pissin up against ball court
walls with dem back exposed. G ¡Ya! bouge de la! Pickney bwoys. Bodies
more pumpt. Chicken sticks. Buffalo wings mild spicey. Bouge de la!
Bouge de la! Walk badda tough. Pump yuh arms wide out and screwface the
crowd. Best a show promenade of downloaded burned memories of woht was
gag shit. Bouge de la -- thét’s out, kid! Cha!
More, he speak on the celliar like he was fed tobacco sauce as a
pup. His crowd, they sat outside benches of the shoppin centre and
pleaded tough for chumps.
More pump it up with Løcel.
Says Wiggy,
-Check, that bitch, More-
Says More,
-oh yaeh...-
*****
for the the subject was feggits ( pt3)
Dig the drum stripped bare by the selectas pon the weight of the helium
to the acetate…
….the soundbwais …who hated…
…the soundbwais …who hated
…the soundbwais …who hated …
His aural novellas had become the road maps for the criminal elements
called the system woht wicked come the abnormals in government:
….the soundbwais …who hated…
…the soundbwais …who hated
…the soundbwais …who hated
still sitted…
…for the world who made them a joake
…sendin msgs inna chattel
…and likkle yänkee bwais made doable
-see that one? he’s st8 but… -
-i.c.-
-he was in the detention …-
-oh yeah? And check that freak out-
-oh yeah, he gave up on mixing-
-well, …not going to details…-
-i.c.-
-I think he’s on meth-
-he’s always on chat-
-I’m off to the park-
-I was half cocked when I got there-
-send me his pic-
-how’s his math-
-16, 136, 5’7’,8c-
-nice-
-str A’s-
-I like white guys only-
-he’s at the park all the time-
-I think he’s on meth-
-he’s st8 but…-
-Oh him? Yeah I know…-
-I think T.J. was his worker-
-Saanich is so boring why did T.J. move there-
-he’s hot-
-We got this new guy from Ontario-
-I think he’s on meth-
...shhuch zigga
…for the the subject was…
*****
Ready to elude, Rude?
Muscled up corners.
Stitch and bitches
Conflabs of bandit territorial artistic war maneuvers.
A lil crowd is but a mark’s grip, laggaheads.
cho!
...and some they hung on Begbie st.
...still Lil Burg, he makin sandwiches for screwface bowys and
making ice cream in the square.
Where had the amir
...shhuch zigga
Says More over the celly,
...wohwoh...
...Downtown...
...the shoppin centre...
...Hillside? lé, lé,.... Hillside too far, ya...
…Cedar hill?…
...woh….awo, awo, 20 mins, s'all la..
In this place called heaven -- being a nekgah in [c]Nada foster
madness inna Dub’s heart. Seal your fate in lyrics held in flexless flaps. Burn the shit for rebel radio run by dream warriors lost in a mob of mathematical philosophy. And More, when he on, the spit
he spit, naw, are wrapt in wickedness. Whack the shit and drop your
will to tracks layin in point phét rock your mic.
Did the 80’s add up to anyhthin -- 70’s
1426 Lawrence Y Braithwaite (aka Lord Patch)
New Palestine/Fernwood/The Hood
Victoria, BC
Mp3 Download here:
http://www.icompositions.com/auditorium/showphoto.php?photo=15691
http://ottawa.indymedia.ca/en/2005/05/951.shtml
http://bc.indymedia.org/newswire/display/1886/index.php
Other Downloads:
Hurricane Angel "luckily, i was half cat":
http://omnipresentrecords.com/ishaq/?media_id=8
and
http://www.sleepybrain.net/vanilla.html
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