Sticky: The Freeflow Sticky

[Old Prince]

Uhh Shook

Call Me.

Yo, if you got a back shot in the back drop
Given mad props by cocks I put a mad lock
On that to stop with the props through my laptop
By the type of writer I am, I'm using caps lock
To emphasize, I'm not like the general
Guys who's third eye spies that residual
Fat. Not falling for the subliminal path, I'm
Simply a guy indulged by facts over minimal
Displays of space. So here's my range of pace
I only deal with women from a dangerous place
That is, in one hand, the mother land in which
Another brother man lays game to displace
Intelligence, while on the other hand, a delicate
Educated regiment from a smile that never quits.
Because there is something genuine telling its
Life story through a light pouring, embellishing when
It needs to playfully but never spinning pictures
Even timing a month to flip scriptures
Into proverbial fixtures attacked like eighty fold liquor
Lying in the back to play with old tickers.
A big first for me is for a plentiful figure to
Flirt with me while I'm lacking the courtesy of
An introduction in which something kicks off but
Most of the time, the types that work for me
Don't delve into whatever society's ideals
Since my compliments are to an artistic appeal
Who doesn't define herself as real while just is
Like a woman arousing me as a man of steel
Wit, like an opponent willing me, who could
By every means of her caress be softly
Killing me, tossing my resolve aloft to have all needs
Met before another day she's to say "Call me."

[A Tribe Called Breast]

"I will die for Death,
but that's all that I will do for him".

[4o9]

Lonely Casper gasping on his last bit of etheric matter
Still not ready for second death, still clamoring to his handlers
“Let me keep my handlebars” he said. He said.
“Let me keep my handlebars” he said.
“I need them for freaking people out then sneaking out
Of their peripheral with a plea for help!
Yo! This is how it goes:”

Won’t you to talk to me
In the loneliest of nights?
Tell me that you care for something
more than your own god damn life.

[sir non ame]

yo moms so fat, went swimming in china
waved to katrina to tell'em their times up
that b***h so dirty, the sun set early
she had an aftermath of afghanistan hurried
america dropped food, she rushed to visit
her entire weight made the world pivot
and she so old, hannibal was her homie
but gets stuck on dates like sony

[Tortoise Hunter]

Not possessed but enchanted,
an ivory miracle in the black of romances.
The hopeful seconds before second chances,
light footed dances -
all definition's of Sun's stances.

[Old Prince]

` Jazz

Uhh Shook

Call Me.

Yo, if you got a back shot in the back drop
Given mad props by cocks I put a mad lock
On that to stop with the props through my laptop
By the type of writer I am, I'm using caps lock
To emphasize, I'm not like the general
Guys who's third eye spies that residual
Fat. Not falling for the subliminal path, I'm
Simply a guy indulged by facts over minimal
Displays of space. So here's my range of pace
I only deal with women from a dangerous place
That is, in one hand, the mother land in which
Another brother man lays game to displace
Intelligence, while on the other hand, a delicate
Educated regiment from a smile that never quits.
Because there is something genuine telling its
Life story through a light pouring, embellishing when
It needs to playfully but never spinning pictures
Even timing a month to flip scriptures
Into proverbial fixtures attacked like eighty fold liquor
Lying in the back to play with old tickers.
A big first for me is for a plentiful figure to
Flirt with me while I'm lacking the courtesy of
An introduction in which something kicks off but
Most of the time, the types that work for me
Don't delve into whatever society's ideals
Since my compliments are to an artistic appeal
Who doesn't define herself as real while just is
Like a woman arousing me as a man of steel
Wit, like an opponent willing me, who could
By every means of her caress be softly
Killing me, tossing my resolve aloft to have all needs
Met before another day she's to say "Call me."

Haha. Who knew. I got comments about this piece on my page by females I know. That's wsup. 3nodding

[4o9]

And it came spinning around
Like a planet on route, making its rounds.
I was in its path
but it didn’t even notice me, it just rolled right over me.
And this is how the story goes:

A little boy walked in into the room
Scanned and zoomed with a camera lens scope
And hopes of roping in a potion bottle for groping
Knowing his last token was weeks away from being broken.

Coaxing himself, sort of joking for Hell’s sake,
like “Hell! I’m going to make the most out this Hell.
Anything else has gotta be twice as swell.”
Never before felt like this,
evidence in the speed of the air resistance

breezing passed as I feel for this chick
Licking on my d**k,
giving me medicine for my sicknesses.
Clearing my head better than Excedrin non-prescription is.

[FantasticAntics]

409 killing it!

[Tortoise Hunter]

w00t

[Sushi~X]

These cats try to obtain my mind games directions
But inflections cause them to go sideways from protection
But I expect them to dis my mic cuz they just cant relate
But as soon as I blast I got em more shook than a earthquake
Plate tectonics mixed with black ebonics kill these faggots on Hooked on Phonics actin moronic so yeah i do abolish
An astonished p***y who treads heavily in my circumference
I leave my thumbprint in blood on his mic right after I dump in
Too many dudes think their style causes mad explosions big
So I dont throw grenades I go and throw Afghan kids
Yeah you blowin up in the world, the pieces flew by
Ya moms cried and ya pa sighed like I told that kid not to fry
Sever your connection to life, its a hobby
Then I make the chalk outline myself in the lobby

[Fewch]

useless like a food tester whos toothless
ruthless like xbox live with no workin routers
evil thoughts takin over my brain like tumours
spreadin like rumours, numerous, dark like pumas
cleanin up your s**t act like a hoover, yes sir
youre lookin straight at the guy whos style's better
my vocals can calm men but im not electra
most are cheesy like chedder, or feta
lookin like my name should be hector im a debt collector
when it comes to cigs, flame connector
dont talk to me, i shouldnt have to ask you
lovin doom so much i even bought a mask too!
annoy me n ill take you like a photo, to my secret lab
still havnt found what im lookin for like bono
need a test subject to use as a proto
for my experiment of turnin human minds like mine loco
got a delivery thats painful like a low blow
oh no, my style's dirty like a hobo
got the watchful eye like the popo
rain down like toto, known to pop like coco
when the flow gets heated i start stormin
its heart warmin, dont think your picasso your a*****e art's borin

[Lucky Lucifer]

Jet-lag's hijacked my sleeping patterns
My nights are longer, i sleep in Saturn
Peaceful, until something evil happens
Woken by the sound when these people gather.
Calling me lazy for not rushing to wake
Honestly, I'd gladly do nothing today
Waking me up, i'm only sleeping,
But don't you always just have something to say
Another task on which I can try and try
To put it simply, I'm fine as I am
Bury my self in pillows and sheets
And my mirror that reads: "Brian's Tired".
But your actions procede to be actually deep
Wake me again, won't let me catch any sleep
Wake me again, the same time every morning
Wake me again, I never have any peace.

Feedback anyone?

[Tortoise Hunter]

"Lucifer, Lucifer!"