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First off I'm a Detroit so don't come to my city with that name shit tring to be someone you ain't cuz ya bond to get fucked up feel me.....


Keep my name in yo memory unless u got HIV or AIDS without neglect
and if you not feelin me then that’s disrespect
I leave girls with instant wet
so whenever they inch to get closer
I leave their panties dripin wet
I’m so hot I melt the gel off of yo weave
and if you like freaky guys you should get on my team
and imma tell you this for your own benefit
when it cums to gettin intimate
tell your boyfriend not to get envious
because relationships, I end that shit
don’t come at me with innocence
I’ll end that shit
and after playin hard to get imma be in that shit
so don’t forget that you know I’m the man to be
and I can turn yo wet dreams into fantasies
and Tyest is the name that you plan to see
so when I ask you this, ladies please answer me
Can you handle this? If so then get after me...

The finest of wine

Your lips taste like the finest wine
as you press them softly against mine,
As we kiss, I pull you closer to my chest
You moan in anticipation of what’s next,
Slowly you suck the leftover strawberry juice from my fingers
and around this time no thought of regret lingers,
And slowly I massage your breast with my tongue
you pull my head closer and I know that it’s begun,
A bit louder now your moans have grown
and a sudden chill races through your bones,
You’re just where I want you at the point of no return
my special kiss your body now yearns,
A kiss on your bellybutton as you push me down
slowly I lick the inside of your thigh as you beg me to do it now,
Your bodies out of control like the wildest river
gently I kiss your lips and your body begins to quiver,
Pulling my head
and tightly grasping the bed,
Your legs moving in a way as if you wanted to run
with an uncontrollable urge then you suddenly c u m,
You ask me how it was after a matter of time
and I reply it tasted like the finest of wine.

You have a sexual IQ of 157

When it comes to sex, you are a super genius. You have had a lot of experience, and sex interests you so you know a lot about it. You pride yourself on being a source of information and guidance to all of your friends.


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Spiritual Gifted

God speaks to me with his mind sometimes
and spreads cool rhythms about my temples
that blows my mind like a cool breeze on the first day of spring...
It’s like jazz...it can surpass the typical
and make all to me and in me make sense
powerful approaches, yet strange like aneurysms
as He feels my ism and feeds my ego
and away we go...Off to the land of Horace Silver's lonely woman
but before I can ask Que Pasa mi chica, I’m hearin' Yama...
Where is that place He takes me, the only place where I can break free
in a sky where I’m kind of blue, tryin' to become one of the chosen few,
right?
Black angels float above my mind
playin' increments of a sad song I've never heard
and it goes on and on without rewind, and I’m seein' visions in my mind that
have no meaning, so what is mine?
Hello God...What does it take for sable angels like me to see God?
For all that I’m worth on a day like today, let me know when we can play in
the sunrays that burn our skin like an inferno. Should I except them in my
soul to warm me, or will below spirits of gules reach out too far to harm me?
God, at this time speak to me with your mind...Please, cuz while I die I’d
rather see you one last time
if you can allow us to dance in a white silhouette of a moon shine
generally we come as two souls and leave as one
cuz while it was hard to believe God you helped me to see God through God
and before I pass on I need God to help me free my mind from the cling-ons....
So can you dance with me, maybe if you love me and can hear me, you can touch
me...In my mind
God, what do you know about jazz man, cuz when I said hello God I saw God with
A trumpet in his hand
and He welcomed me in like an old friend, while I imagined my worst sin
but now I think again...
My god...I saw God through God


3-R-D E-Y-E Psychic Pimp

A lil poem Let it be known, that all compassion has been thrown,
To the way side along with foolish pride
Because the foolish hide
But I intend to collide
Head on, head strong
Play me?! Shit, bitch ya dead wrong
Fuck your tears
Bitches come hear this here
Bitches come in pairs meaning they come twice
To make the come any less would not suffice
This pimps paradise, but also be a psychic pimp vice
So I play these hoes like dominoes right
Femme fatale foes I dispose of by fives
10 selfish strokes for a 5 dollar hoe
15 pimp jokes for a 20 minute show
And oh, it’s most definitely a show because I taped the hoe
Nothing you can see, taped privately in 3-R-D E-Y-E,
A minor memory, fuck you gettin you girl its all about me,
But this is merely the result of a societal ill
Years past safe sex being a padded head board
And a bitch on the pill
We must travel to the source of what put us on this course
The catalyst and detonating force
Of this bomb day of disease and divorce
Was it in our nature or their Nat-Ur-Al Ap-Pal
I mean,
Its chicken or the egg
Who fucked up first the pussy or the third leg?
Adam the poor soul had no control over the mentally erect
Because in sex, nothing makes sense unless you’re limp!
The come correct strength and abstract aspect
Of the Psychic Pimp.
In the beginning one woman deceived so now they all bleed
And give birth after their wisdom bursts
Something they’ve grown to be proud of now
But a straight up punishment at first; a curse!
What’s worse, is that they still practice and rehearse,
What put us all in an awaiting hearse in the first,
No joke when they approach, disguised and cloaked
With their panties soaked,
There’s fireusually where you see smoke
And that fire burns so condoms are worn
My heart would be torn if my first child was refused the right to be born
Looked upon with a fatal feministicly fetal scorn, forever the X-man would
mourn
Psychically I see all that exists even her past
Her lovers, plumbers, and suckers from her first one to the very last
the hearts she left trashed, the pussy checks she cashed
The dicks in her mouth, the come on and in her ass
I see her long line of riders walk up along side her
This jovial Jezebel seeking new Jimmy providers
The one night stands, fuckin me, my man, my man, and my man
The Psychic Pimp pictures and figures fellow dick delivers
Pounding her moist surrounding
So tell me how you hoes sound when
You cry respect me, when last night it was sex me
There ain`t no doubt as to what you’re all about
So don`t even pout when I come in your mouth
Be the clever instinctively vindictive bitch you were born to be
Or play Phoenix and rise from the games
A Black Queen and get with me.


HATERS

FUCK YOU, NIGGA, WITH YOUR SICKLE-CELL DISEASE
FUCK YOU, NIGGA, WITH YO SISTA ON HER KNEES.
FUCK YOU, SPOOK, SUCKIN DICKS FOR CRACK
WHILE YO MAMMA'S GETTIN' PAID FOR LYIN' ON HER BACK.

FUCK ALL YOU MUTHA FUKAZ IN THE WELFARE LINE
MAKIN' CREAM FOR BEIN' LAZY WHILE I WORK OVERTIME.

YOU CLAIM TO BE KING, BRINGIN' WHITEY YOUR PAIN
BUT YOUR STINT AT B.K. WAS THE EXTENT OF YOUR REIGN.

A FAILURE, A DROP-OUT; MIND CLOUDED WITH CHRONIC
DON'T TRY TO CLAIM YOUR EDUCATED 'CUZ YOU ACED EBONICS.

BLAMIN THE MAN FOR ALL YOU CANNOT ACHIEVE
BLAME YOURSELF, 'CUZ ITS YOURSELF IN WHOM YOU DO NOT BELIEVE.

YOU GOT THA GUNZ, GAME, GANJA, AND THE GOLD
YOU GOT ALL THAT AND MORE... FOR THE PRICE OF YOUR SOUL.

NIGGAZ CAN'T HAVE SHIT WITHOUT TEARIN' IT DOWN
ALWAYS WONDERIN WHY THEIR CLUBS GET SHUT DOWN.


FUCKIN' NIGGAZ GET MAD AND SO FULL OF ANGUISH
WHEN PEOPLE DON'T LISTEN'CUZ THEY CAN'T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE.
FUCK YOU, NIGGA, BECAUSE YOUR ANCESTOR'S LOST
YOU GOT SOLD BY YOUR BROTHAS, SO NOW WHITEY'S THA BOSS.

YOUR ANCESTORS KNOW ABOUT BLACK ON BLACK CRIME
THEY LOST A TRIBAL BATTLE AND WERE SOLD FOR A DIME.

I'M SPEAKIN' THE TRUTH, SO Y'ALL DON'T GET PISSED,
CUZ' IF IT WASN'T FOR WHITEY, Y'ALL WOULDN'T EXIST!

FUCK YOU, NIGGA, YOU GOT NO KIND OF CLASS
YOUR OWN MUTHA FUKIN PEOPLE CAN'T STAND YOUR ASS.

WORRYIN' ABOUT THE FED'S PUSHIN YOU TO THE BRINK
WHEN IT’S YOUR OWN FUCKIN PEOPLE THAT WILL MAKE YOU EXTINCT.

SO, THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR THE BLACK ON BLACK CRIME.
THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR SELLIN' A DIME.
THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR DROPPIN' OUTTA SCHOOL.
AND THANK-YOU, NIGGA, FOR ACTIN A FOOL.

SEE, YOU GIVE UP TOO QUICK IF YOU THINK YOU'LL FAIL
THAT'S WHY YOUR MAILIN ADDRESS IS THE COUNTY JAIL.

LIFE IS HARD, PRAISE GOD YOU'RE ALIVE...
KNOWLEDGE IZ STRENGTH...ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE.


P.S. I GOT LOVE FOR ALL MY BROTHAS AND SISTAS WHO GOT LOVE FOR ME. I
EVEN GOT LOVE FOR THE HATERS. BUT IF THE HATER'S DON'T WAKE-UP...I'LL
HAVE NO REMORSE.
PEACE.