This one is rough around the Edges..crispy.

T-minus five, blast off the shuttle cocks
Zoom past the skies
Realize, he went from zero to hero
He flyin by now, take a look, there he go
Feelin himself, it aint E, its his ego
Pumpin himself full of air,
To be known...as
The greatest.
Ever.
Will he sever the chain
That keeps the fame ball tethered?
To the never land, where the weathers grand
And the supers and oompas all laugh and say yes man
Yes man, cause they high off the fumes and
The star dust laced with lust from his fans
But what about the world placed down where he stands
Where the people wave up with a milli little hands
See his painted on smile like he really gives a damn
One hand on his waist, other pointin at your face
He says he really wants you, what you think now Sam?

You agree, cus he a star and you a fan
Used to get down wid it, used to listen to his jams
Now you gettin down wid him, now you more like fam
Now you dressin like him, even share his pants
But witness, come take to the stand
Put your hand on this, and swear on that
Is it true that you two have yet to share hats?
Its true, the star never does that
Might transfer some magic that Sam lacks
And thats fact.
So instead of that
Gave him a Peanut Butter sandwich,
Hit it wit some crack
Plus a juice-box filled with lye that I packed.
Took care of his heart, but he knew from the start
That I had to attack.
No further questions, thats a wrap.

NEW 4 U

Where u go when u good on the outside bad on the inside?
Out-siders looking in, tinted on the heart side
To the left side? But that's the bad side.
That's the side, where the devil and his goons rise
The question is will I make it just in time
To kick it with the livin and the good on my right
And my right is your left
Leave the goods alone
So I left to get right but now im all alone
Limbo, lets see how low I can really go
Food stop, gas, lodge, neon sign exits glow
But back to the question up above though
Or the question at hand its the same yo
Clock still ticking, Imma about to start bitchin
When the hours strikes twelve or a quarter past eleven
Flow
Still flows on down from the heavens
And I wonder why I screw with a gift so bless-ed
When mama done said always try your best-est
But mama dont know what she say just stresses
When life aint pure like an olive once press-ed
I...
Guess its, just all in the message.

"Please put your t*****s closer to the 22's"

If mama earth is a girl, then I am the nation
Foundations of house, I can even make the basement
Shake when I tremor, and make fellas impatient
Kill em on mics and get standing ovations
All of that, hit raps, no ass claps
Its just a simple fact they prefer us to be seen
Visualize the lies and maybe they'll come clean
Being heard on the other hand is just a dream,
Obtuse and obscene
If you just "a bird" its simply absurd
Only avian, not alien, no static in my slur
So I hope you concur, with a nod,
No slander, Pop Flanders
And I nerd Rod and Todd
But I sob if u think a rap chicken that spittin is just shit
Unless she got a big ol' ass that cant fit
Squeeze into jeans, and overflow the seams
But it seems, the assess just make the masses
Want to fail they classes, or pass with a pass
With no passion to fashion.
We just de-classin em
De-stracting em, we relapsing them, tell em relax its fun
Clap, clap we rap it in our raps
And what makes em run laps faster than some fat son?
While the attraction attracts
No fact to extract
Or riddle to unpack from
Um, no answer, we remain dumb

"I am the blood of this City"

Their eyes glaze, crystal gaze
Running amuck in my one turn maze
That one turn is the one turn u cant make
Come a little closer I am the state
I am the face, visage
My god complex its large
Some think im heartless, some think im hard
I think im boss so I press restart
Revive their minds then I take their hearts
Realign the lies that they take apart
Im on guard man, its bizarre and
I wonder why they even bothered this far man.
I should just feed them cake.
Leave the rest for me, and never mind the state
With no recipe, their condition is to chase
And serve my own will, I self propel
And contaminate the chaste

They say a good ruler knows the people
Well hey, I know that they simple minded and feeble
Need assistance from the wicked and help from the evil
While they the wick on the candle
Im the dame with the handle on a flame
Thrower burnin up paper to make a scandal
With their money in my I hand
Tuck doors with wet towels, don't touch the handles
I fire proof the land, and wire tap the vandals
Scoundrels.
I round em all up as they scream
Speakin bout good virtues and truths gone unseen
In the blacked out foul black markets of their dreams
I override their monarchs even chase out their queens
And I bust through rolling with semi auto-machines.
Its just a…..
Semi auto-cra-cy.

"I love the peace and I love the War"

I don't know what's happening this summer, but my eyes and my heart have evolved to house new points of view on a million and one things. From nationhood to my hood, my world has turned upside down, right side up, and sideways. I feel as though there isn't enough time to make things right. I don't know what I'm rushing for but time seems to be slipping from beneath me. I don't like that feeling, but I think its all for a good reason. I don't believe I can correct the ills of the world, I mean I can barely get through my own. But things bug me, why not share them with yall?

As I sit here writing this, I witness the bursts of blinding lights and explosive sounds that are the United States of America. I feel comfortable here, unusually at ease, and I'm OK with that. This nation celebrates its independence tonight, and I cant help but bitterly think of the independence my people lack. Just last week I received news of tyrannical "God-fearing" men subjugating my Somali brethren back home. With the World Cup taking place in South Africa this year, the African continent is unusually interested in the tournament out of sheer pride and jubilation. The fact that such an event would be held in Africa is stunning and in my opinion, about effin time! Some ignorant folks on the other hand find this event to be blasphemy to the highest degree. Don't ask me why. I don't know why anyone would think that. Generally people are supposed to be interested in Football/Soccer, not suffer unjust punishment or unbridled violence at the hands of gun-toting goons.

Long story short, a group of Somali men huddled around a small television set, eagerly anticipating the next goal in one of the matches, find themselves at the mercy of a radical terrorist group. I'm unsure of the details, but it was reported that some men were beaten violently and that some may have even been murdered. Also, this was a match watched in complete secrecy without the knowledge of the douche-bag squad which oppresses the people of Somalia. Mind you, I generally avoid listening to such news as it usually makes its way through the twisted grape-vines which stem from Somali mouths at home, to Somali ears abroad. But this news came from my uncle, a trustful source whose virtue I can vouch for. Football is the world's game, not some blasphemous activity. It certainly is not bad enough to warrant death or violence, but I guess misguided hearts can twist anything to suit their needs. But tell me, did peace somehow become evil and undesirable?
Just wondering.

The pic is cause Im confused, get wid it =)

From Zahra, with Love.

"To them other niggas I dont vibe With"

This is a diss track. Yes I know it hasnt been recorded, but I know how
it sounds. But soon my friends, I will unleash my fury onto the world!!
---->>>insert evil laugh here
But truly, I respect all artists for what they do.
Sometimes however, their shit is toxic and we need to cleanse.
I had to "purge my soul" if you will, and this was the result!
Enjoy.

Jest:

Chrome fours may be spinning
Veneers may be grinnin
And hair weave glue stuck like a rind to a peeling
Lemon, but not sour
Im sweet but can devour
I venus fly trap, I monster and flower
Boom-box and Bose, the prose will ring louder
Perch pigeons on power lines higher than that powder
Whiter than that chowder
From the east of Afrique homie you know I can vouch for
Playin games without sport
Pullin weeds without force
Spray em then they laying
Like collection for the trash force
Of course, you cant step to or hinder
Got 1.2.3.4.5 little ninjas
On my hand they just fingers
In your brain the painting pictures
Either love it or you hate it
But you grinning Mona Lisa
See sir, you know I dot my I's
And I cross my T's, perfect formation
Ballet tippy toe feet, no bars on these
No ice all heat, I rhyme and I flow
Even if I aint street

See, now I got you beat
Took a beat then beat it
Put it on my grill, spit fire will heat it
A little too hot, blow off the top
Put a bib on, muthaluva just eat it
Thoroughly nourished
Now you know it
Abc's I can be your G
But Im comin after U like V in the alphabet
I vendetta all the rest of it
Rosetta to get the gist of this
Numb skull. Yorick
Just a jest you dig
No need for a vest don't invest in clip
No pain not a masochist
Like a master kiss from a masked rebel
In a massive fit
Which means, I demean all your massive hits
So I take your ice out, make it rain out,
Im coming through marchin, you better parade out
In my parade now, see haters hailing like hail now
Cus they brought down…ba ra ra rara shot down
But not real shots, just figurative ones
Can you picture what Im figuring son?
Im done

"Get the little black girl a Passport"

A journey is on the horizon. Gonna see the family soon! Cant wait, but at the same time I don't know what it will be like. I haven't seen some of them for three years! Three whole years!! Its crazy because I try to be cool and think it aint a thing for me to see these folks after a long time apart. I guess the distance makes the love I have for them that much sweeter.

Somethings goin on in my head
The threads unravelling
Im fin to go travelling
Scared
Back pack the crap and get gone
Fly
Get blown
Outta my time zone.......