Camped Out

Only the flimsy wall of tent separated me from the low rumbling grow. “Such a bad lil girl” I told her. “No I just think you have what I need” she said.
All of this at a camping trip
Six friends meet ends now we’re each other’s dips

It’s all about the momentum; she just became single no less than 5 hours ago. I can get her alone I know I can. No I’m not saying I want to hit; all I want is that deep little moment as the camp fire makes those snapping noises breaking apart the wood; I want her to look me deep in my eyes so her soul can speak to me. When it comes to piercing these vaginas it’s never a big deal but once I give her what she needs she’ll try to find it in another guy. No that’s not how I roll; Deeper than any lust I only try to mind fuck because once I get the mind coming it comes back for more. Her boyfriend was a good financial provider: nice ride, lots of money, took her sopping ever week etc. The only problem was buddy was as dry as an old man who shoots dust. His sense of humor was not a sense at all, shit he couldn’t cry a joke. He has no interest about him and his words weren’t elusive enough he never had her mind bobble his greatest stimulation was buying her a new car. I on the other hand; I know exactly how to pursue; I know how to gain and maintain yes a True Man I am. At the trip we’ve been walking to our spot for an hour now. I tell her “I bet my tents gonna be warmer than yours.” She laughs and says “we’ll find out tonight.” Is there a prize for winning” I ask. “I have to think of one” she said.

Score! Too beasty you know what I mean? We sit in my tent; we laugh, she feels warm. She likes being close to me. I can tell. “I never loved him” she confesses out of nowhere. I already knew that I said. She says “how did you know?” “I know what a happy girl looks like and I could find it in your eyes” I told her.
The moment arrives she looks me deep in my eyes her soul says “Please be the one I need. “ All I wanted to give was a kiss but the way her eyes are undressing me; we already had sex mentally. I use my finger to lead her lips to mine. She moans while kissing, her tense body starts loosening. She whispers “that’s the first time a guy made my faucet leak with just a kiss.” All I did was smirk; then she tackles me to the sleeping bag. Only the flimsy wall of my tent separated me form the low rumbling growl. “Such a bad lil girl” I told her. “No I just think you have what I need” she said

Found Reality

The dream last night had seemed so real, but it was just a dream right? I mean, I know we're just friends but I've felt so warm having her wrapped in my arms. We were just relaxing on my couch watching "I Lover You Beth Cooper." It's her favorite movie; I'm sitting up and she is resting her head on my lap. A sceme comes up where Derick is looking into her eyes as the sound of a campfire is being made. She grabs the DVD remote and pauses the movie. She looks into my eyes and calls my name in a shy and soft voice "Um Michael." What's up" I respond, she says "I know this sounds crazy but I'm in love with you.: "As we become closer I became infatuated with just your physical features: your smile, your eyes, and I swear your the cutest when your angry" as she giggles. She sits up and gives me another deep stare in my eyese trying to open the blinds to my soul. "I want to make your soul smile and make that diamond shaped heart of yours shine brighter." I was surprised and speechless; She then lowers her eyes to my lips and slowly moves in for a kiss. Our lips touch, the appeal for one another is creating heat within the room. She slips me her tongue; I give her mine. She takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom. Then I wake up from my dream but there is someone sleeping next to me. Was it just a dream?

L.A.S.T

This is the story of Leo Anthony Smith Taylor he is the last of his family to make something of himself. Just like the initials of his name he is the L.A.S.T. surviving member of his family besides his cousin. Leo lives in New York City and the only family he has left is his little cousin Kevin Quincy; Leo calls him “Q” and the ladies like to call him “Cutie Q” he didn’t like either of the names but he grew to like them. Leo originally resided in Chicago but he was given a scholarship from Syracuse University in New York. Leo had always dreamed of being a hip-hop artist and New York is the perfect place to search for that dream. Although nobody in his family approved besides Kevin who dreamt of being a music producer. Q also gained a scholarship in sound engineering; during their college experience both cousins lost their parent in a plane accident. Both of their parents were on their way to visit their children and both died on the same plane. Leo and Q easily thrived for success but it was time to thrive for what made them happy. Leo and Q then entered the music world because it is what made them blissful they are now embarking on their journey.
“I know this is a formal party but I left my slack and tie
I’m like high florescent light my flow is hurtin haters eyes
To be the winner of this game, and make sure that my score is high
Just like a spray of sweet perfume I leave my essence in your mind
Like a noble swordsman Leo’s bringing honor to the game
Please don’t find yourself an enemy cuz opponents will be slain
Turn every two V’s into W’s Leo’s going for the win
You can call Leo the best before his career even begins”
“Nigga you not hot, you might give a couple of sparks but you ain’t hot” said Kevin. “Nigga stop hating you know I got that shh like quiet” said Leo. “Naw nigga you need to shhh BE QUIET with yo lame ass” said Kevin as he starts to chuckle; “haha get off my jock nigga I spit that ridiculous flow which is surprising cuz I have to use your tired ass beats” said Leo. “Nigga now you speaking in riddles…RETARTED ones if you say my beats is tired” said Kevin. In the daytime Leo works as a PR agent for Bad Boy Reords and Kevin is a sound engineer for ESPN; the type of careers that any regular 23 or 24 year old man would settle for. But these two are different; at night Q dj’s for the 4040 club on Washington Street and Leo performs at the same place. They both promote the album the y just created call “The Sky’s Limit” but tonight Leo and Q are on a different mission. Mr. Sean Carter (Jay-Z) is performing at Madison Square Garden. Leo and Q have backstage passes and the plan is to catch Jay-Z after the show and freestyle for him and pray to God that he is interested. It’s been three hours, the show is over, and the boys have been waiting in the parking lot where Jay would be leaving out of…here he comes. “Mr. Carter I have this 16 from the top of the brain that you’ll love” said Leo; “Oh word…hold on let them go their alright, ok get it crackin then” said Jay.
“Jay asked what more can he say, well I have nothing to add
Because niggas think it’s breezy wait til Leo brings the draft
I’ll give a rough one; you can print the final ad
My name will be the main print the subtitle will say the best
I was ready to die like Biggie cuz the flow just staunk
Now my rhymes is wity I’m spittin that Machine Gun Funk
They say your, nobody til somebody kills you and all
The world stabbed my in the back praying for my downfall
Now I play Big Poppa as I kill inside the booth
Nothin to say to these labels but gimmie the loot, gimme the loot
Left a warning to the playa haters my peoples will shoot
Now what’s beef to a nigga when he drinkin chicken noodle soup
When I had suicidal thoughts music was the only friend of mine
So now I’m making sweet love to the bass and feeding these rhymes
“That’s enough….I love how you put all those Biggie songs in your verse here (Jay hands Leo a card) come here at noon tomorrow and who’s your friend?” Asks Jay; that’s my cousin Q he’s one the coldest producers you’ll ever meet just give him a chance” said Leo. “Alright bring him with you tomorrow with samples I’m feeling lucky tonight you better be something cold Mr….” said Jay; Mr. Leo sir answered Leo “and trust I’m not cold I’m the artic” said Leo; “Ok see you tomorrow” said Jay as he closes the door to his limo and drives off. For any regular men trying to get a record deal they would cry at this moment but for these two. “Ay nigga you move as slow as you rad hurry yo ass up” said Kevin; “Alright pull out your wedgie you feminine ass nigga I’m coming” said Leo. “I can’t believe Jay-Z is interested in yo weak ass you should’ve went to go freestyle for Master P someone you can relate too haha” said Kevin as he laughs at his own joke. “Nigga you always hatin you know you love me on hose dry ass Dracula beats you be makin” said Leo; “whatever nigga come on so we can go pick out the beats we want him to hear” said Kevin. The day arrives Leo and Q are standing in front of the address Jay-Z had given them their eyes pop out a little the title of the place seemed unreal for a moment….TOO BE CONTINUED

The Song...Then The Lyrics

When it comes to hip-hop there are many aspects to attracting a listener; the beat, the status of the artist, the hook, but the one thing we never listen to first are the lyrics. There are many hip-hop artists that create extravagant music with exceptional lyrics, which are considered historic. It is only a small group of listeners that pay attention to the depth of the lyrics and art that the lyrics make. It is most likely that listeners always listen for something attractive on the track; after a while the person listens to the lyrics which would either make the track that much better or worst. Artists like Lupe Fiasco, Jay-Z, Drake has the most creative lyrics hip-hop has ever seen however that is only half their success. In the music business there are other values that make a track; like production, producing, promotions, etc. is what makes a track quality to the artist and the label. To the listeners the beat, the hook, the image, is what attracts a listener; but when the lyrics is heard the track can be something much more special to that person the lyrics becomes memorized and never forgotten. It becomes something cherished.

What We Talkin 'Bout!?

What we talking bout real stuff
Or we talking about rhymes
You talking about your life or talking about mines
What we talking about? Because I don’t have time
For what people be talking about all the time
What we talking about lies or we talking bout Fact
We talking bout truth
Hold pardon my back
I’m talking bout life yeah I’m talking real rap
Mike tryin to be gangsta? Why would I do that?
They wanna talk despair, They wanna talk pain
What are you talking about I don’t know what ya’ll sayin
It’s all baby talk ya’ll don’t know about pain
I wear it on my heart
Something God ordained
I’m talking about rejection I’m talking bout shame
I’m talking bout nobody playin their part
Wanna talk about betrayal well; where do I start
50 knives in my back but they haven’t hit the heart
I’m talking loneliness yeah I’m talking no love
4 years old, I couldn’t even get a hug
I’m talking bein 6 havin your whole family judge you
Heard it from my girl when I first heard “I love you”
Ya’ll talking bout sympathy I’m not talking bout that
If I ever stood a chance ya’ll left me where I was at
And it’s too late to care
I’m turning my back
I’m leaving this earth don’t ask me to come back

Freestlye

When reality & hope are your only friends, it makes you feel so depressed. When you only have to motivate yourself the stress level rises. The thought of having somebody around lingers. Somebody can be there for you but they’re not here feeling what I’m feeling. Not pain just stress but I am my own reliever. I don’t like this world because nobody wants to play a part; but they all want to play along. This boy got tired of wanting to be understood a long time ago so he finally turned his back. He’s facing the sky with his back turned to world. Soon he’s going to be something great no AWESOME…then while holding three fingers up read between the lines…