POST YA FLOWS Part 2 merged

[MiChuhSuh]

lol...


Yo nursery rhymes kant bring the dawg out the kennel
But wen the asian nigga talk shit i mus get um/
And split it like a line of pussys and ima stick um/
And umm

you look like a smoker like bobby frm new edition/
Prolly got on a apron somewere cookin in the kitchen/
Get on yo knees and tap out pussy kuz u a quittah/
And tell that asian nigga he can't see me bekuase his eyes squinted/
Haha
Open up yo eyes boy maybe you can see it/
Lyrically, physiacally nigga I'm undefeated/
Tell all yall niggas get on the field and you gettin de-cleated/
Kuz like mayweather I'm UN-DE-FEATED/

I aint done..
I told box a while back/
Open ya side kick
Look at cha contacts
All you see is all black/
Dick and you no that
Yo hoes are all throwback/
Wen you rhyme I jus no that
Ull get stepped on like doormats/

Look and yall niggas no I got the tightest flows/
the cleansest clothes and the finest hoes/
I feel bad givin up bars like those/
SO 2 you internet wankstas catch me in the studio/ BYE

"dawg out the kennel"? - I eat that shit for supper/
"asian nigga"? - that's what came out when I fucked your mother/

My eyes closed fuz your weak lines just put me to sleep/
but I'm cleated in this field and not just knee deep/
just like George Clinton I'll put P-funk on blast/
you're just lil "fantom" take off the rustone mask/
step to me in the ring and get dropped on the mats/
I got your girl on a LEASH so fuck sidekick contacts/

You really need contacts if you can't recognize/
that I'm the mothafuckin truth, your shit is all lies/
your persona is faker than OJ's alibies/
he says he's so hard but on his AIM he cries/
acts hard and talks about all the shit he has/
but your bucket broke down and grandma bought you those pants/
that's right muthafucka I know who you are/
so bullshitting me won't get you so far/
so far you're nothing but a studio gangster/
your reflection to you is a total stranger/
son look in the mirror, your slanted eyes I just pounded/
it's back to school so go study before I get you grounded

[MiChuhSuh]

Yo nursery rhymes kant bring the dawg out the kennel
But wen the asian nigga talk shit i mus get um/
And split it like a line of pussys and ima stick um/
And umm

you look like a smoker like bobby frm new edition/
Prolly got on a apron somewere cookin in the kitchen/
Get on yo knees and tap out pussy kuz u a quittah/
And tell that asian nigga he can't see me bekuase his eyes squinted/
Haha
Open up yo eyes boy maybe you can see it/
Lyrically, physiacally nigga I'm undefeated/
Tell all yall niggas get on the field and you gettin de-cleated/
Kuz like mayweather I'm UN-DE-FEATED/

I aint done..
I told box a while back/
Open ya side kick
Look at cha contacts
All you see is all black/
Dick and you no that
Yo hoes are all throwback/
Wen you rhyme I jus no that
Ull get stepped on like doormats/

Look and yall niggas no I got the tightest flows/
the cleansest clothes and the finest hoes/
I feel bad givin up bars like those/
SO 2 you internet wankstas catch me in the studio/ BYE

"dawg out the kennel"? - I eat that shit for supper/
"asian nigga"? - that's what came out when I fu--ed your mother/

My eyes closed fuz your weak lines just put me to sleep/
but I'm cleated in this field and not just knee deep/
just like George Clinton I'll put P-funk on blast/
you're just lil "fantom" take off the rustone mask/
step to me in the ring and get dropped on the mats/
I got your girl on a LEASH so fu-- sidekick contacts/

You really need contacts if you can't recognize/
that I'm the mothafuckin truth, your sh-- is all lies/
your persona is faker than OJ's alibies/
he says he's so hard but on his AIM he cries/
acts hard and talks about all the sh-- he has/
but your bucket broke down and grandma bought you those pants/
that's right muthafu--a I know who you are/
so bullsh---ing me won't get you so far/
so far you're nothing but a studio gangster/
your reflection to you is a total stranger/
son look in the mirror, your slanted eyes I just pounded/
it's back to school so go study before I get you grounded

[BxxMILITIA]

ur whole shit was hot mich but this shit rite here:

"dawg out the kennel"? - I eat that shit for supper/
"asian nigga"? - that's what came out when I #%@& your mother/

fuegooo....yo where everybody else at, i kno this shit is wack but damn lets jus do it 4 fun...rustone n yo b, lets jus make rhymes man, id like 2 rap about somthin else...got more important shit goin on, thats it we aint net beefin no more...lol

[MiChuhSuh]

ur whole shit was hot mich but this shit rite here:

"dawg out the kennel"? - I eat that shit for supper/
"asian nigga"? - that's what came out when I #%@& your mother/

fuegooo....

lol ya that was just off the top of my head but for the rest, I think I got rusty on the rest of it... I need to get warmed up again it's been a while lol

yo where everybody else at, i kno this shit is wack but damn lets jus do it 4 fun...rustone n yo b, lets jus make rhymes man, id like 2 rap about somthin else...got more important shit goin on, thats it we aint net beefin no more...lol

I think we got enough decent people to make this good, maybe even some collabos

[Mcminister]

im doin wat saint james did...im feelin that

woke up quick at about noon, just thought i had to be in braeswood soon,
gota get drunk befo the day begins, so i wont bust a fit, wen my baby mama trips bout my frends,
bout to go and damn near went blind, young bloods on that sapling way throwin up gang signs,
looked at them knodded my head, coz these young brotha's just wanted bread,
bailed outside, steady dippin, in that 94 buic that boi prince already sippin,
hoped in n we let that alipine play, ""play"",
bumpin Dj screw along the beltway,
it was gangsta gangsta on the top of the list,
then i played some funky shit and with somethin like this,
crusin down the street on my chrome 4's,
sippin that syrup, countin my doe,
went to south park in my cacki suits,
dead end niggaz out there cold shootin for loot,
a slab jumped up who can it be,
a fresh syrup sippin hoover Crip OG,
he rolled down his window and started to say,
its all abuot being a true playa in the game,

c the boyz from wood are always hard,
keep pushin ur luck, we'll fuck you up,
knowin nothin in life but choppin blades,
n never lettin a nigga ride if they hoe made

[YO-B]

^^^^im tellin these niggas mich...

HAHAHAHA IDOIT ..
MY RHYME LEVEL ON HERE IS ONLY AT ITS 50%.

LOL, nigga said "my rhyme level"....wtf is u smokin lil suburb nigga??? youll get laughed at out here...lol
dont hit me with no excuses lil nigga, u know wat it is, MAN UP

SON OF A BITCH THAT AINT NO EXCUSE.. ITS OBVOIUS I WAS JUST PLAYIN IN ALL OF THEM RHYMES.. EVEN CRACK HEAD TYRONE CAN SEE THAT .. LIL KRS-1 PICTURE TAKIN LIL WANNABE HOOD NIGGA..PLEASE BOY YO-B IS THE KING OF MC'S.. YOU'LL GET MORE THAN LAUGHED AT IN MY DOMAIN.. YOUR RHYME LEVEL IS ONLY ON 40%...
BUT I ONLY RESPONDED TO THAT BECAUSE U KNOW DAMNWELL I WASNT GONNA LET THAT SLIDE. SO YEA THE 2 YEAR NET-ARGUING IS FINALLY FINISHED LOL. NAH IT AINT NO DANG THO.. ITS JUST FUN TO ME.. NOTHIN SERIOUS.

BUT SINCE I DONT COME ON HERE MUCH ANYMORE IMA KICK A LIL SOMETHING OFF

[YO-B]

i feel like a crown..

being worn by niggas with ova sized hunger..
often niggas defend me threw the winter time and summer..
i was formed in the jesus times ...
than went threw the egyptian time when they wore robes and knives..
ova the decades and centuries..
niggas held me down in penaltentaries..
they made plastic clones and inject it with batteries..
now theres toys that resembles me..
so many times mc's and street niggas fight for me..
talkin about they comin for the crown..
which means they coming for me to pick me up from the ground.
i get brushed off with napkins as my gold shine...
with a 4 inch diamond on the top of my head that sparkles at night..
now theres niggas startin a fight...
only 1 can be the champ and it might be the 1 on the right...
foolish niggas always wanna remove the crown..
but i dont care just aslong as they keep me in shape and infront of the crowd..

[Young Deuce]

damn i dont even remember the last time i been in here.....

[GOODFELLA]

i hug blocks and u not a thug ock.
butchu dont get the picture til u get a mug shot.

yo ill make the slugs pop all at the drug spot.
n if its rainin bullets then u could say my city flood cops.
im comin fresh outta kensington which u could call the badlands.
scream if u got cream with u and u tryina cop mad grams.
i switch gears in the 8 fo as i cruise down the E-A
n stash the bundle in the jordans that i wear every-day
i slang dro and bang hoes and i get my knob sucked
im thugged out move them drugs south n im mobbed up

[Young Deuce]

i hug blocks and u not a thug ock.
butchu dont get the picture til u get a mug shot.

yo ill make the slugs pop all at the drug spot.
n if its rainin bullets then u could say my city flood cops.
im comin fresh outta kensington which u could call the badlands.
scream if u got cream with u and u tryina cop mad grams.
i switch gears in the 8 fo as i cruise down the E-A
n stash the bundle in the jordans that i wear every-day
i slang dro and bang hoes and i get my knob sucked
im thugged out move them drugs south n im mobbed up

damn...and i thought i aint been in here inna min....a yall BX right we need to collobo....a off the straight swagger like us beat 2...i got last verse tho...

[SAINTJAYMES]

im doin wat saint james did...im feelin that

woke up quick at about noon, just thought i had to be in braeswood soon,
gota get drunk befo the day begins, so i wont bust a fit, wen my baby mama trips bout my frends,
bout to go and damn near went blind, young bloods on that sapling way throwin up gang signs,
looked at them knodded my head, coz these young brotha's just wanted bread,
bailed outside, steady dippin, in that 94 buic that boi prince already sippin,
hoped in n we let that alipine play, ""play"",
bumpin Dj screw along the beltway,
it was gangsta gangsta on the top of the list,
then i played some funky shit and with somethin like this,
crusin down the street on my chrome 4's,
sippin that syrup, countin my doe,
went to south park in my cacki suits,
dead end niggaz out there cold shootin for loot,
a slab jumped up who can it be,
a fresh syrup sippin hoover Crip OG,
he rolled down his window and started to say,
its all abuot being a true playa in the game,

c the boyz from wood are always hard,
keep pushin ur luck, we'll fu-- you up,
knowin nothin in life but choppin blades,
n never lettin a nigga ride if they hoe made

IM know im late homie but dis shit coo Mcminister

[Mcminister]

preciate it homie, got the idea from u.....im proly gon record somethin like that fo real

[SAINTJAYMES]

preciate it homie, got the idea from u.....im proly gon record somethin like that fo real

u outta let me get down on the track sample that eazy e boys in the hood shit'll be off the chain

[Mcminister]

preciate it homie, got the idea from u.....im proly gon record somethin like that fo real

u outta let me get down on the track sample that eazy e boys in the hood shit'll be off the chain

word my nigga...that a be tite shiit im still tryna buy me a mic to put in my closet n a recording program for my computer,the type that makes ur voice blend in with the beat ....me n my boi prince gettin on this rap shit for real ..lol.....but that'a be cool..i can picture a video startin out here in htown and endin up in cali with that nigga saint jaymes throwin heat on it

[GOODFELLA]

i get sinister on ministers i run up with the tray pound
fo that collection money i'll shoot ya pops and make ya moms lay down
n i rape yo little sister before i kill errybody an spray rounds
n stab babies n shit n buck your faces u gay clowns
n fuck your blood and dna evidence n all the shit they found
ill pack some bricks in a duffle bag and get on a greyhound
ill meet up with my jerzy mobb connex at a raymore n flanigan
n asian tricks i put a dick in the mouth of the gay whore and jam it in
n put a bitch to sleep like some pillows n philly dimes
cuz she lied like narc squad dudes coppin dope when they really swines
im a american gangster ill get u strung on a fix
n u cops r so fuckin gay u faggots got dung on ya dicks
its a lot of cops in my city that got bucked in the dome piece
n they can go rape their own mothers and murder their own neice
thats if i dont get there first n stuff their vaginas with crack pipes
n fuck anyone who readin this fuck u bitches get smacked twice

chea sun kilt that shit YOOOOO!!!!!!!

[Word]

Yo.. I've been havin' a crazy flow since '8ty-foe
Your lady knows, cuz she heard me slay a show
But ever since then I've been layin' low..
And play it slow, cuz I got her hooked on dope lines like 80's blow
I'm so high yo.. I dont got the trees on me, I keep it close by though
So when popo roll thru.. well, you get the picture like I host slideshows
The most vile, I cop weight heavier than a cop's weight
No need for yall's hate.. just gimme my props mayne
Fuck a middleman, I go to where you see the crops made
Deep in the forests and past the police blockades
Its there that I sit... starin' at kids, preparin' my shit
To bring it to the streets of America's rich
And make money that you cats can only dream of
Keys of, coke... make the fiends go broke
This is serious.. you feelin' this? The streets no joke!

[SAINTJAYMES]

preciate it homie, got the idea from u.....im proly gon record somethin like that fo real

u outta let me get down on the track sample that eazy e boys in the hood shit'll be off the chain

word my nigga...that a be tite shiit im still tryna buy me a mic to put in my closet n a recording program for my computer,the type that makes ur voice blend in with the beat ....me n my boi prince gettin on this rap shit for real ..lol.....but that'a be cool..i can picture a video startin out here in htown and endin up in cali with that nigga saint jaymes throwin heat on it

i could see it to homie lets make that sh#t happen

[Mcminister]

ey nigga feel me on this here

say look here they got a song out ther called woah
we love that we respect that, but out here in texas lousiana,
its all bout that man

i don hit a 40 to the head like, maaan,
comin down hype ready to fight like, maan,
i hit that sapling way swangin like,maan,
obama winnin the presidential election got them rednecks like ,maan,
mccain all in the TV and he cryin like, maan,
sarah palin smiling but her playin gone be flyin like, maan,
back to alaska, lookin at her husband eye to eye like, maan,
niggaz in my hood came out they house like, maan,
they gon be all together but i kno tomoro a nigga gon get shot in flames like , maann,
mcminister spittin to easy e got sain james like, mann,
prince the real on that sapling way grippin wood runnin game like, maan,
im sayin fuck everybody ,we on top of the world like maaan,
and im finna go to the room and fuck my grl like , maaan,

jst havin fuuuun!!lol listenin to some poyo and big moe, like MAAAAN!!lolol

[Young Deuce]

All i kno is that all otha shit is irrelevant/My skin color is the same as my president/ 9:55 i voted with no hesistant/Kuz i wasnt gon let a bitch win witta daughter that cant b celebant/He showed to not always expect the expected/Look at life through different types of methods/Had my black ass straight campaignin/Even through hours of rainin, now im champaignin/I said naw to Palin way befo old mccain was trailin/I thought the polls dont mean shit but a guesstimate/I swear it on my life as a new testament/When i sw the final results i knew what it was meantin/Obama 4 yo mama new beginning/

[Vincetheprince]

thats pretty good

[jae]

got flows to post/lyrics- i spit'um hit'um with the overdose/
hella potent, got niggas chockin' when i poke the pen/
you wanna rival with the best, i flex, lay'um to rest now the next is checked, begin.../
battle me? bring ya next of kin/
i toe tag emcees, spit a hunnit thirty plus decibals at'cha greed/bust ya testicals/watch ya ears bleed, i'm starvin'.../
no holds barred 'n.../
why you scared to mumble, i rumble, from the jungle/
say what now? YOU, tight!? Naw,i beg ya pardden/i'm the shit, you niggas is just fartin'.../
me? i'm just startin'/
and i got shit on my chest like two girls and a cup/
i'm nasty/
might let it slide, but nothnig ever gets past me/
so fasten ya seatbelt, and get ready to roll/
cause in the owe-nine, it's my time, west, coast, Mad,Strol.....

This Jae Smoove aka Young Strategy on the Mic.
Southern Californ-I-E all day. West, West y'all.... L.A. in the building! What it do!

[SAINTJAYMES]

jae what up my dood aint seen you in here in a dog's age nice flow

[Lonewolf]

got flows to post/lyrics- i spit'um hit'um with the overdose/
hella potent, got niggas chockin' when i poke the pen/
you wanna rival with the best, i flex, lay'um to rest now the next is checked, begin.../
battle me? bring ya next of kin/
i toe tag emcees, spit a hunnit thirty plus decibals at'cha greed/bust ya testicals/watch ya ears bleed, i'm starvin'.../
no holds barred 'n.../
why you scared to mumble, i rumble, from the jungle/
say what now? YOU, tight!? Naw,i beg ya pardden/i'm the shit, you niggas is just fartin'.../
me? i'm just startin'/
and i got shit on my chest like two girls and a cup/
i'm nasty/
might let it slide, but nothnig ever gets past me/
so fasten ya seatbelt, and get ready to roll/
cause in the owe-nine, it's my time, west, coast, Mad,Strol.....

This Jae Smoove aka Young Strategy on the Mic.
Southern Californ-I-E all day. West, West y'all.... L.A. in the building! What it do!

Orale pinche Jae. Did Cray give you any of them lines. . he he he

[SAINTJAYMES]

Orale pinche lonewolf aint seen yo ass ether

[Lonewolf]

Orale pinche lonewolf aint seen yo ass ether

I was busy with a nice lady. . he he he

Ey, but don't let me interrupt the flow

[jae]

hey, whats up y'all... yeah, i 've been busy on the sidelines.... Cray, lol, naw....he over there representing! lol... But i had to come back over here and drop alittle something to get warmed up again,lol. LOTS of pages i've missed on here... i may have to scroll back a few, see what i missed.

[BxxMILITIA]

yo jae that shits hot right there my nigga


my big homie always told me its a dog eat dog world/
n its true, seen enough bodies 2 make a nigga hurl/
shout out 2 all my niggas burnin xtra potent greenery/
thats how i grind, money on my mind im the cleanest G/
but not like niggas on vh1, them niggas buns/
run up in they bank account n jus extort them 4 they funds/
thats if they HAD funds,most niggas nowadays dont have none/
hold paris hilton for ransom, ya boy is from a mad slum/
obama says there will be change, this mans deranged/
babies still get found in garbages, the corners still the same/
so thats why i try 2 aim 2 the top, n try 2 keep shit locked/
dont get knocked by them pig ass cops/
the government expect crime 2 hit a big ass drop/
but i dont really give a fuck if it changes or not/
and the police could suck my dick, im gonna puff my spliff/
n knock out, yo im out this bitch....

[SAINTJAYMES]

chillin on the block cold peep'n the seen.......me and a few of the homies surve a dub to a feind....tring ta come up any old kinda way.....so la roc ill hit he block and drop a quatar piece of yay but yo that was just one of many hustles.... give it up foo car jackin gee rides with the mustles ....two 11 wasnt from heven but still a god sent....... my nigga i had ta find some way to come up with the fuckin rent.......so thats what i did .......if my flow was low i fount a hoe with doe and put in my bid......then would comence ta pimp.............getting known off in the hood bailin through that bitch with out a limp.....sportin dickies on big sag..... getting higher dem a mothafucka blowin tress in zig zag's .........40 oh's draped gold new close.......hoes nigga three switchin bitchs slappin dominos....... big fuckin daddy coming up was going smooth......untill 6 in the morning they kicked in the door "get on the ground move"...... smash team out on a morning raid....... but them shot ass foo' s cant stop siant jaymes from getting paid........ no kinda admisable evedence ment i'd win but.......spite is why that night a nigga still got himmed up...........besides they have authority ta do it .......even though they know the d.a. wont per-sue it........

[Mcminister]

i feel you saint jaymes in houston they say fuck the law,
if i ain mashin the gass, im finna blast all'o yall,
niggaz flyin thru the city like some bats lookin fo wats tite,
i say we ridin like bats coz we only ride at night,
pushin the wipp with warrants and all types of shit,
i needed to buy some drink nigga fuck payin my ticks,
wen i ride u best not trip,
some my homies blood n some my homies crip,
ain with the bangin so wen we ride all the gangs hangin,
its all bout the grip, gettin paid, gettin made,
niggaz just mad coz they ass ain gettin laid,
no need to show hard coz we all thugs,
on my block the only word play i play is peace and love,
but don get it twisted im still a beast with them slugs,
play ma cards rite,am a young playa ,tru niggaz remain the same,
tryna fuck this hardcore ass bitch called life it ain no game,

[Lonewolf]

"THE TOWN I LIVE IN"
SIMON, DE AQUI SOY
THAT’S WHERE I’M FROM
CITY SKYSCRAPERS IN THE BACKGROUND
THE FREEWAY SYSTEM CRISS-CROSSES OUR LAND
THE RIVER PUENTE SEPARATES OURS FROM
ON THIS SIDE OF THE RAIL-ROAD TRACKS

THE AVENUE, THE MAIN DRAG
FULL OF RANFLAS AT ALL HOURS
MURALS OF LA VIRGEN AND ZAPATA COVER THE WALLS
SMALL SHACKS, CRACKED SIDEWALKS AND EMPTY LOTS
AND LOWRIDERS CRUSIN’ THE BOULEVARD

MY TOWN, THE PROYECTS BY THE RIVER
OUT IN THE VALLEY, ON THE HILLSIDE
OR AT THE WATERFRONT
TOP OF THE WORLD IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE
TUCKED INSIDE THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
ON THE CITY OUTSKIRTS OR IN THE RURAL OUTSIDE
FROM UP NORTE OR DOWN SOUTH

THIS MY TOWN WHERE I’M FROM
AMIDST THE CITY SMOG
DOWN BY THE OCEAN ON A FOGGY SHORELINE
PERCHED ATOP A HILLSIDE
WITH THE MOONLITE SHINNING ABOVE
THAT’S WHERE IT BE AT
OH’ WHAT A MIGHTY SIGHT

MY TOWN, MY HAPPY SAD TOWN
WHERE OLD MEMORIES DIE HARD
WHERE MI GENTE SMILES AND CRIES
HERE ALL THE LAST NAMES WE KNOW
HERE OLD FOLKS DUPLICATE WHERE THEY CAME FROM
AQUI LA RAZA LIVES BROWN AND PROUD

RIGHT HERE IN THIS TOWN
AQUI LAS RANFLAS BOUNCE UP AND DOWN
AND THE LATIN LADIES STEAL YOUR HEART
THE LIL’ HOMIES BAIKAS SPARK CLEAN CHROMED OUT
THIS WHERE THE OLD HOMIES STILL SPORT WITH STYLE
THIS WHERE COOL DEDICATIONS FILL THE AIRWAVES
NITE AND DAY, ON WEEKENDS AND HOLIDAYS

IN THE SUMMER, THE WINTER, SPRING OR FALL MONTHS
AT SUNRISE OR UNDER THE MOONGLOW
I CAN’T GET ENUFF OF MY TOWN
THIS WHERE I HIT THE SCHOOLYARD
THIS WHERE I LEARNED TO BE STRAIGHT UP
WHERE I LEARNED TO BE KIND
AND WHEN TO PLAY HARD

HERE IS WHERE HOME COOK AROMAS FILL THE AIR AROUND
WHERE BACKYARDS AND ALLEYWAYS ARE KICK BACK SPOTS
FAMILY GETS TOGETHER FOR CARNE ASADA AT THE PARK
THE LOCAL FAMILY ARE ALL FROM AROUND THESE PARTS
FROM THESE SACRED GROUNDS MOST DEAREST
WHY GO ANYWHERE ELSE, YOU FIND IT ALL IN THIS MY TOWN

BORLOS, PACHANGAS AND ALL KINDS OF PARTIES
LICORES, MOTA AND EVEN SOME PEYOTE
A DANCEHALL, A POOLHALL AND MAYBE A DRIVE-IN
ZAPATO STORE, A BARBER SHOP
AND A SURPLUS STORE TO GO WITH
A CAR WASH, A CHURCH, A KORNER MARKET
AND A TACO STAND
SPOOKY STREETS, SHADOW TREES DEFINE THE BLOCK
STRIKE UPS DEFINE WHERE IT SEPARATES OUR BLOCKS

TANDOS, GAFAS AND CREASES DENOTE THE CULTURE
ACCENT AND COOL SLANG COMPLIMENTS THE ATTITUDE
A TRIBAL CULTURE WITH AN OLDEN HERITAGE
WHERE STRIKE UPS AND ROLL-CALLS DECORATE
WHERE CHOTAS RIDE IN 4 PACKS FOR SAFETY PURPOSES
DON’T COME AROUND HERE IF YOU’RE NOT FROM HERE
MISDEMEANORS OR FELONIES IT ALL GOES
REFLECTIONS OF THE TOWN WHERE I’M FROM

AT NIGHT THE EYE IN THE SKY
LOOMS OVERHEAD AND ILLUMINATES
THE BOYS BELOW NEVER SCARED
LIKE HALF DIABLOS AND HALF SAINTS THEY CONGREGATE
THEIR DRAMA, THEIR STORIES NEVER END
NEVER A DULL MOMENT AROUND HERE
STRANGERS EN LAS CALLES BEWARE
FULL CHECK ON SIGHT, DO NOT TRESSPASS
REFLECTIONS OF THE TOWN I COME FROM

WELCOME TO MY TOWN!!!

http://13radicalriders14.blogspot.com/2 ... ve-in.html

[Lonewolf]

REVISED. . .

SIMON, DE AQUI SOY
THAT’S WHERE I’M FROM
CITY SKYSCRAPERS IN THE BACKGROUND
THE FREEWAY SYSTEM CRISS-CROSSES OUR LAND
THE RIVER PUENTE SEPARATES OURS FROM
ON THIS SIDE OF THE RAIL-ROAD TRACKS

THE AVENUE, THE MAIN DRAG
FULL OF RANFLAS AT ALL HOURS
MURALS OF LA VIRGEN AND ZAPATA COVER THE WALLS
SMALL SHACKS, CRACKED SIDEWALKS AND EMPTY LOTS
LOWRIDERS CRUSIN’ THE BOULEVARD

MY TOWN, THE PROYECTS BY THE RIVER
MY TOWN, OUT THERE IN THE VALLEY
ON THE HILLSIDE OR AT THE WATERFRONT
TOP OF THE WORLD IS WHAT IT FEELS LIKE
TUCKED INSIDE THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
ON THE CITY OUTSKIRTS OR IN THE RURAL OUTSIDE
FROM UP NORTE OR DOWN SOUTH

THIS MY TOWN WHERE I’M FROM
AMIDST THE CITY SMOG
DOWN BY THE OCEAN ON A FOGGY SHORELINE
PERCHED ATOP A HILLSIDE
WITH THE MOONLITE SHINNING ABOVE
THAT’S WHERE IT BE AT
OH’ WHAT A MIGHTY SIGHT

MY TOWN, MY HAPPY SAD TOWN
WHERE OLD MEMORIES DIE HARD
WHERE MI GENTE SMILES AND CRIES
HERE ALL THE LAST NAMES WE KNOW
HERE OLD FOLKS DUPLICATE WHERE THEY CAME FROM
AQUI LA RAZA LIVES BROWN AND PROUD

RIGHT HERE IN THIS TOWN
AQUI LAS RANFLAS BOUNCE UP AND DOWN
AND THE LATIN LADIES STEAL YOUR HEART
THE LIL’ HOMIES BAIKAS SPARK CLEAN CHROMED OUT
THIS WHERE THE OLD HOMIES STILL SPORT WITH STILO
THIS WHERE COOL DEDICATIONS FILL THE AIRWAVES
NITE AND DAY, ON WEEKENDS AND HOLIDAYS

IN THE SUMMER, THE WINTER, SPRING OR FALL MESES
AT SUNRISE OR UNDER THE MOONGLAZE
I CAN’T GET ENUFF OF MY TOWN
THIS WHERE I FIRST HIT THE SCHOOLYARD
THIS WHERE I LEARNED TO BE STRAIGHT UP
WHERE I LEARNED TO BE KIND
AND WHEN TO PLAY HARD

HERE IS WHERE HOME COOK AROMAS FILL THE AIR AROUND
WHERE BACKYARDS AND ALLEYWAYS ARE KICK BACK SPOTS
FAMILY GETS TOGETHER FOR CARNE ASADA AT THE PARK
THE LOCAL FAMILY ARE ALL FROM AROUND THESE PARTS
FROM THESE SACRED GROUNDS MOST DEAREST
WHY GO ANYWHERE ELSE, YOU FIND IT ALL IN THIS MY PLACE

BORLOS, PACHANGAS AND ALL KINDS OF PARTIES
LICORES, MOTA AND EVEN SOME PEYOTE
A DANCEHALL, A POOLHALL AND MAYBE A DRIVE-IN
ZAPATO STORE, A BARBER SHOP
AND A SURPLUS STORE TO GO WITH
A CAR WASH, A CHURCH, A KORNER MARKET
AND A TACO STAND
SPOOKY STREETS, SHADOW TREES DEFINE THE BLOCK
STRIKE UPS DEFINE WHERE IT SEPARATES OUR BLOCKS

TANDOS, GAFAS AND CREASES DENOTE THE CULTURE
ACCENT AND COOL SLANG COMPLIMENT THE ATTITUDE
A TRIBAL CULTURE WITH AN OLDEN HERITAGE
WHERE STRIKE UPS AND ROLL-CALLS DECORATE
WHERE CHOTAS RIDE IN 4 PACKS FOR SAFETY PURPOSES
DON’T COME AROUND HERE IF YOU’RE NOT FROM HERE
MISDEMEANORS OR FELONIES IT ALL GOES
REFLECTIONS OF THE TOWN WHERE I’M FROM

AT NIGHT THE EYE IN THE SKY
LOOMS OVERHEAD AND ILLUMINATES
THE BOYS BELOW NEVER SCARED
LIKE HALF DIABLOS AND HALF SAINTS THEY CONGREGATE
THEIR DRAMA, THEIR STORIES NEVER END
NEVER A DULL MOMENT AROUND HERE
STRANGERS EN LAS CALLES BEWARE
FULL CHECK ON SIGHT, DO NOT TRESSPASS
REFLECTIONS OF THE TOWN I COME FROM
RESPECT WHERE I COME FROM!

WELCOME TO MY TOWN!!!

[perongregory]

^^^^I like that

Where the spitters go?