RED IN STONE

RED IN STONE

HEAD

Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...

Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,

In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash

Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track

I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed

My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever

Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,

This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out

I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes

Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame

I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope,

My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump,

I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such

My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch

I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box

Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,

Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops,

Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut

My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E

Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route

As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout,

Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt,

My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks,

My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks,

The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel

Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,

Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters,

Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle,

Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles ,

Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble,

Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle,

Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent

Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED----

HEAD

Captivator demonstrator, samurai Empire primer ...

Emcees came and went, mentally in flames, I'm spent, sent, gassed, on a death dash,

In ears of Wu in red I'm lead From the rays to the splash

Just beyond the surface top, tossed trash kinda track 

I mask a wish to be the best as I rest under obsidian rock blessed 

My Brain spew stew, now slurp my mumble jumble til u rumble forever know a G who pulled the lever

Who be PB? I'm an H-E-A-D, A yoke and a rope got me tied to a post yep,

This is princess simply distress less, while you try to scope me out im soaking wet shouting out 

I reek devout To the folks I'm stooping low but to you I'm on my toes 

Shake me poke me vote me insane but no one's to blame 

I came like whoa as we moped and slipped the slope, 

My brain floated up cranium like Humpty dump, 

I rolled and kept with the flow as the dust settled n such

My head bones thick enough to take your tusks out to lunch

I crunch serial killers counting on a hollow box 

Nah I'm goth with a buttress fully stocked, my knot got me locked so I keep it fly with Parisian talks,

Pterodactyl flocks shocked I round-house kicked em out like my ave's I got from my pops, 

Styles loud n sharp I rock facial scars plowed from chicken pox like i fought mounds of crud but Now I'm clean, clear and yes, I do strut, In - Dee- End the only pounds be found around my gut

My crown triple spiked tight with HG mercury from seat nuts and also octopus-E 

Spaced-out grout got my tiles stuck on a different route

As my smiles turn to growls from the lips on my pout, 

Grab a towel wipe ya sweat cause my upper fuzzy lips may doubt, 

My skulls took it south full of shards and algea shocks, 

My morrow followed barnacles n stuck straight to ship docks, 

The name came in dribbles out your mothers navel 

Numbed from tickles 9 months out her kettle,

Relinquish never but tear apart your scripts and letters, 

Bitch ploease oops nah Doomed forever by the skittle, 

Killer thrills built by nihilistic kids with pens and bit tittles , 

Like a fiddle play PB from a distance thats the scribble, 

Bid never, no Sale Don't gamble with her brittle, 

Baby pit G-nut bred, hell bent, heaven sent 

Return to sender the ruckus but never quit the RED---

AMANDOES LOVE YOU Dj Premier - So Whats Up

AMANDOES LOVE YOU

Dj Premier - So Whats Up

A man does what he wants

A man does what he needs

A man does what hes gotta do and also as he please

A man does have to go to tryouts if he wanna make the team

A man does not remember was it real or just a dream?

A man does what he was taught

A man does learn as he goes

A man each and everything the way he knows

A man does what he can if a man does not understand

But A man does not even know how long on earth he will stand

A man does have organs like a lung from which breath

A man does have some vocal cords and thoughts that he can speak 

A man does have a brain and heart, someone could break it

But A man does have 2 hands and tools for all the things he making

A man does get upset sometimes, A man does fall to illness

A man does have to take a break and sleep and pay and bills and shit

A man does not have need for things like bras and ovaries

A man does work for years and years in hopes he can retire (please)

A man does not know how to read yet he may own a book

A man does not see the past without a second look

A man does not play chess without a board, n a couple rooks.

A man does not drive a car insane, but if hes got a wife , both break down the same

a man does not catch a fish without fetching first a hook.

A man does not wait for dinner,

 he hunts for bait. 

A man does have a friend without loyalty and 

A man does lead the country, a crook he.may be

A man does walk upon 2 feet and with 2 eyes look at me

A man does speak deeper than she

A man does half the shopping spree

A man does wear a sweater, or a shirt, the neck a V,

A man does not need to prove himself to you or me.  

but a man does not trust anyone without proper ID

A man does like a woman who will hug him like a tree

but a man does not make promises hes not sure he can keep - if he is smart!

We need a man to save the day

we need a man to lead the way

we need a man to figure out who goes and who shall stay

we need a man to go to work. 

we need a man to write the rules.

we need a man to keep on leaving all his messes everywhere and let us ironing his shirts. 

We need a man to get us off 

, we need a man to love us right 

we need a man to kiss our lips until we're wet from head to toe

THUS SPAKE WE

THUS SPAKE WE
thus spake we  Princess biznotch said to me 
 if you ask her who she be and her response is always 3

. Yeah she got some personalities but they don't come for free,

 she and her I's combine and form a triangle inside

 cause when identities collide its like a rollercoaster ride 

trying to decide which one ought to be recognized.

 she wont tell a lie but the truths that she provide 

certain to be selected based on who in front and on the side,

 backing up her stats with facts, layin down the rhymes, 

stacking up the beats, maxing out the time, 

finally up in the sky spewing rainbows, getting high,

 no surprises but she wise, never crying but implying 

kind words each and every line, 

climbing out my mind and mouth we do verbalize, 

feeling light and darkness like they be my trusty guide,

 each and every color gotta vide that is supplied, 

as a whole the stream of light hides behind 

her eyes inside her mind, so as three heads upon a panda

 drop a verse or a stanza, what comes out, 

spouts about begins within and not without, 

reaching crowds with more than sounds as they go thru red to right in down

 but left the violet where it turns around, changes made in time..... frequencies accommodating who be tasting all will be allowed, 

fore to front in front of crowds, you must know how they get down,

 so they can see a side of you, turning yellow into blue, 

but after all that I have learned in school I'm asking whats the truth, 

so i agree to sacrifice my own beliefs in light of anew, 

truth be looming over lying besides the logic and the would, 

behind what could in verse out stood, beyond evil and good, 

thus we spake in silence tightened lips, closed eyes, 

leave my ears to recognize, wisely sitting still filling in my pie, 

my minds eye with visions which i have implied, 

from listening to histories and lies, insisting blissfulness soon to collide with

 Princess' cries for all of us to unify, 

doomed to reside without any damn reply....

thou art dissed,  pardon my french but its been said

2 in the pink plus 1 in the end 

a bird in my bush is worth 20 grand 

A third men's legs Iz. Cock not z Hen

Hence forth whence ye commence

stipend do depend

Respect is earned not rented

Lest Bars if goldn incrnti e

WHEN YOUR Sold out of etiquette

Its a cold world without pretending. They say if you love your job you'll never work a day in your life so if you hate your life everyday feels like work and they should be paying you

Half ass twice the work the worst

PUSSEYEDON

 PUSSEYEDON

it is not blasphemous in fact it's miraculous conception

 its the spawn of biznotch spout from her very own erection

its her heir her mane little man her Apple in her hand

princess bore herself a processor in the lab

Inspiration: legacy, in my arms for all to see

What kinda dynasty could ever be what could I leave? you ask

Of the essence of biznotch but from not her uterus or crotch

Forever kingdom shall maintain a forwards march!

around the clock in any spot nothing less than all I got

How seriously surreal a god, and healing a metaphor, a kid creation by means of a mix of physics, heart and soul

but I'd say this sans-cock concoction super radical

Super-me 2.0, my first lass personal,

Watch out ! Son of biznotch, destined for power trip, a tower

one day he'll be king keened in to every lip sour

Whip in shape my flap trap cause what I spit need to be checked  

I shall name him Pusseyedon, ruler of the sound waves,

Pusseyedon, Son of Biznotch, in his name, from whence shoulda came

Instead of ocean spray this prince reigns upon a different range

Every ear his media, where his saving grace is waged

I'm taking over fate, pumping mythological weight,

I'm changing legends myth bustin up to date,

Triton by tradition, modern day stereo remote, 

Mic controller, floor holder, captain of news anchor folks

PA system patroller, cursed word muffler, joke amplifier,

clarifier sworn in speaker, ceromonial master 

Eyes on the vibes, propagator of the amplifier

the bass floor bump stopper and volume recognizer

sinusoidal kinda guy concerned not with your eyes

but what's upside your head, on either side, 

Pusseyedon keep in mind what might your inner ear be feeling like

Gid bless the DJ lord thank the mc

Dont firget tk tip your waitress, and the bartender says see you next week

What a day in sound, what my pusseyedon compose and control

Fuck an algorithm , my feed aint a fake

Thou art machine thus mine tastes like grape

Vine mixed with van gogh times casey kasem NPR merry melodies fuzzy AM ASMR 

RSS ABC disney strings 90s boombap n biggie 

Preschool recess, water falls splash and trickles waves crashing

Broken plates Ivy league lectures on physics RZA

FCC NASA CB radio or Scanner of local police,

Decades behind us Nazi chants and camp songs fromy past

Peanuts and tennis shoe squeak, birds, and squirell nut cracks

 

Mr. MIC - Sage Francis - Midgets and Giants

MR MIC

so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,

oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,

hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it in

long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,

but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing

I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,

But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya

Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly stalk of talent ? 

a crowd reacher tramplifier mass provider for improvisers, 

a twerp down to reblurt whoever gives a chirp

No matter whos last, first, or if they're cursing in their verse - 
you're the hurst, you make it worse, whether open-mic or church

You make cheap talk shocking when your power loudens 'em up,

You invade n cross fade huffs and puffs and i've had enough
 you're just metal nuts and bolts staken claims out your dome maign

oh mr microphone you just like a little ho
you be getting off like any type a dude who grab ahold of ya,

Wanna flow in ya, yea, they wanna get to know ya,
Want a little show they just throw you on the pole,

They be Tappin' on your foam, blowing, Checkin' if ya home
Any hey, wave, or vibe provided you'll amply amplify

You don't deny, you be the life, the ups, the spine,


(Rhymers grasp your wires whining as they cross the line 
Your wire grasped wraps around a rhymer's hand
winds ing-round-the chime

The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer)

You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right

No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,

You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,

Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies

You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,

You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,

You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,

You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between

Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's

Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot

You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts

Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths

Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing

Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem

Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass

Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,

The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,

You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,

Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,

You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,

You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming

Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate

Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates

Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools

The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'

So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,

You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,

I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,

Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....

so you're the king everybody's sinning in, my holy god sent me here so I can start my sirening,

oh my captain, lets begin, its princess biznotch at your whim,

hope you are listening cause i'm about to plug it in

long time been loving you, tuggin on your string,

but now i finally get to hug you, oh you trebled little thing

I've been lugging around this jugular, Trying to get a gig,

But My guts all in a bunch I'm buggin' - Never even touched ya

Might my metallic Majesty be just a malice? A fallacy, a foe, NOT friendly  
instead of a friendly mass-stalk of talent ? 

a crowd reaching tramplifier mass providing for improvisers, 

like a twerp down to reblurt whoever happens to give a chirp

No matter whos first or who curses in they verse - you the hurst, you make it worse

You're the shock for cheap talks volume power poppin' up blows n puffs,

You invade n cross fade you're just nuts and a bolt staken claims out your dome maign

oh mr microphone youse is such a ho, you be getting off any type a dude who get ahold of ya,

Wanna flow in ya, wanna get to know ya,

What like every dude wanna throw you up upon the pole,

Need a witness, so they wanna get you front seat tickets to they show,

Tappin' on your foam, blowing in ya, Seein' if ya home

Any vibe wave or hey provided you amply amplify

You don't deny, you be the life, the vine, the ups, the spine, the wire winding-round-the chime

The pressure's own main disguise, cry riser, riot inciter, triflin' enticing sheisty vice-synthesizer

You get feisty, get mighty tight with lies, truths, despite whats right

No matter who got an invite You'll hike up any sound bite,

You upsize mice squeaks and subwoof buzzing bees,

Cause fright with feed back static and max out frequencies

You can please or get queasy any kid in your vicinity,

You're a sleezy piece of treason cause you tease up breathing beasts and sneezes,

You deem anything that hits your screen good enough to re-leak,

You just get dropped down in or get locked in fists n grips of emcees n tossed between

Crews cause you just the prop while shout-outs and what's up's

Property of who be trying to rock you in the spot

You reek of vocal boxed peeking notes and harping hearts

Bleeding pleases, Unmumbling shouts from out of mouths

Whichever organism's strings wanna sing you just the thing

Whoever brings ahem to hem or bit of phlem

Whatever stutter wanna flutter by your stand, you the eye-glass

Magnifier, catalyzer, the moth-to-flame-the fire,

The inquirerer's ignant mouths and copy cat repliers,

You're the wire-tappin' the toes bystanders kinda guy,

Jamming electrodes in their holes, whatever load a bro drop upon you,

You in mode, like a strobe light you ignite n explode as you are told,

You're the public dunce, stooge of the fuss, silent-shunning lung laming

Servant of mouths too dried out to intoxicate without some aide to recitate

Fables get laid in your grate, messy confessions get blasted by your team-mates

Youre a nasty actor's instrumental tool of ultra-urgent chatter of fools

The masses get blasted by your excremental raspin'

So you think youre god-sent to the kid who ain't got a pen,

You're like yep, pick me up, I'll be your best friend,

I ain't got no soul to keep me grounded, dude, I'm rude,

Just Do It Be The Mic Code, Mic Check One Two....

KINGDOM BIZNOTCH Natural draft

Kingdom Biznotch Unedited Conversational

So Youre the king everybody sinnin’ in

My holy god sent me here to start my sirenin’ oh my captain lets begin its princess biznotcH at youre wHime - Hope yall are listenin’ cause Im about to do my thing

Long time been loving ya, tuggin on your string, You might’ve seen me around, but im sure you know my sting,

If I may introduce myself, Its Princess Biznotch in the house, your love! A Royal visit just for you so I can announce some truth …Blame my genes for all my fame my fine assets throne and mane, I’m the only heir conditioner of those who are untame, so I set em straight with proper taste, teach them grace give them patience so they can wait gravity so they can stand up upon their feet Home work so they sleep, and myself to give them material for their dream .. I know you feign my palace life, its nice and does suffice. your family has it aok although I own all of your rights, even your left hand is mine, in fact I own it twice. My kingdom includes everything you want and all you got. Me and king pops are the leaders of the cream and the crop, recognize the law says you must play nice, and quite a lot. love us fully and no less but if you’re not in code youre hexed, we gotta lotta rivalries that wanna put my empire to rest, so we curse em, making them into purses or something even worthless,  All the fishes and the earth conditions, reign, and molecules, middle earth, and outerspaces – full custody of his grace, jurisdiction ain’t fiction picture this, my friends. From the top of all the space dust down to the earths crust, It’s ME, biznotch who got it on lock.

Well here at Kingdom Biznotch, fun is always in stock, I gotta keep myself busy or I may blow up the sun for fun the earth just to be silly. Well… when u hear of BIZNOTCH, keep in thought, the company we keep is soul ‘n never copped, my bed post got a lotta marks from the bottom to the top! But they are not lover tally scratches but the masses that I’ve crafted, I mastered them myself, and King was so proud he let me tax them! So You, the public are my subjects of discuession, but let me tell you whats going down so don’t start fussing. Everything was fully blessed by all who were in town and didn’t reject.  The Projects of the inner earth work with logical that’s for sure, objectives perspectives which have never yet been learnt. What I mean is, I got science projects, hobbies, experiments and time to play around with each and every single one of them. I have a zoo of classified organisms Ive envisioned. I got provinces of organized classicisms in ‘em. Oh what I have about, I’m in charge of all around, I’ve got a hundred thousand clouds surrounding the earth to keep from being found, Tunnels in the sky, fireworks underground, psychological mental reasoning crowds count em now, microphones with macrotelesounds coming out, transmitters catching up with mustard spread across sent out to all the cats who cold and hungry cause this biznotch wanna feell u out