RaP_MiStReSs Posted June 7, 2002 my bad..i forgot to say what the meanin' is...or the reason for it... I WAS TRYIN' TO PUT MYSELF IN THE POSITION OF A "KOFAR". SEE SECOND LAST LINE "DISEASED SPEECH"..LOL 1 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
StarGazer Posted June 7, 2002 Guys, keep them coming. Iam already hooked!!!! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Hibo Posted June 12, 2002 who'z rap mistress? i've heard about you somewhere but don'no those are some nice poems though... everyone of you guyz, those are some good words seriously. rap mistress, look in your email byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyye Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
STRAWBERRIEZ Posted June 28, 2002 walaloz RAP MISTRESS, LEAMANTE, JAMAAL-11,AND SECTION6ER.... I AM SORRY TO THE REST BUT YOLL ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST, NO DOUBT. i have never seen such emphasis put into work like that. the emotions, the feelings, their all brought out. I also read all your other pieces leamante and rap mistress, you are well talented ppl with great skillz, ever thought of hooking up to do something together? i mean rap mistress, leamante, jamaal and section6er. WHOOOAA, that would be so explosive walahi, damn yoll. THOSE ARE SOME TIGHT SKILLZ. holler atcha sis. and may allah create a pure path even thought theres haterz, keep strivin' to get there ( u know where) salan Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted July 2, 2002 STRAWBERRY thanx for the Idea i'll make sure i ask that to Rap mistress... Cool.Oright, And now I got something in my head to be dilevered like shipping and handling. slipping on my mind patterns, my heart flattens as it takes blow after blow~~ go after go, i try to say how i feel through flow after flow~~ i can only do as i know, i keep rhyming and 'complaining', while all these i'm 'explaining' thinking, running and fleeing~~ i feel so alone, im such a lonely being in a world where i feel like the only one who's seeing~~ my visions are complex, im stuck in a vortex, a storm whipped up through bad words and the resulting pulled Teks~~ my full texts are loaded with vision and guidance, full clips only spell out 'metal kisses' and violence~~ in a world of 'midgets' its hard to 'Remember the nomad descendants' of opression? sayid and hawa tako even Dhagaxtur have earned them priceless respect and cried them~~ now its tiresome to hear so much 'gun talking'... It just amazes 'I' how we live in 'lie'..stop-jocking like you peoples are run-walking~~ is it fun stalking fake-truths and searching for ultimate answers?~~ like who we are and why we're here...what's the meaning of life~~ before you answer that try thinking why you can't help your 'brother' living in strife~~ the human race? why can't you see past the clan divide?~~ through racism countless brothaz and sistaz have died, im here for the ride~~ i have a dream like Martin Luther King, except i want my kids to live in a world in which anyone can survive~~ you wanna wear my shoes but my laces are tied...~~ just put on your sneeks and let me be your interlectual guide.. --Join me, express ya thoughts-- Freedomv of speech people--- Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
blood_thug Posted July 2, 2002 whats uppin'. first and foremost: Brotha u got mad talent there. I felt it, the hunger you have for strifin' for your visions. the last part was coo', " you wanna wear my shoes but my laces are tied". Tight Joints, dont let them loosen!!!!! word? ====================================== RAP MISTRESS, i made a poem for you, just wanted to surprise you now especially through everything thats happening this summer with you, da jam, brother comin' home, da sh!t and all. i hope it reaches your mind somehow abayo macaan. we alwayz see eachother so who givez. U obviously know who dis be, so let a brotha back in yo life. word? :rolleyes: ==================================================== Title: My ThoughtZ DEEP brown eyes..sexy thighs... When I'm with you..time seems to fly... Every night..as you lay on my chest... I think of whut... we'll be facin next.. We hardly get any rest... in these troublesome lives...from the first day we met.. people tried to break us up..they almost did.. Things wuz hard cuz we both... different from most kids.. But know this...that to me... your more beautifull then jennifer lopez.... We need to focus..on all that we have.. I wont wunna see you angry..I wunna see you laugh... Theres no need to be sad...we have all we need... No need to feel bad...tomorow will come... And if you ever feel left in dark..I will give you the sun... For you I'd live on the run...cuz you as crazy as me... You make me happy as can be..jus look and maybe you'll see... Eventualy...that my days are long..cuz you are night and day to me.. and whut I am tryin to say..your worth runnin for..even miles.. Cuz I do it all ..jus to see ..jus to look at your eyes. and to see you smile ============================== dont make a brotha look stupid now ...lol word 1 LuV Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Jungle_City Posted July 2, 2002 aaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAwwWWWWWWWWWWWww You deserve a kiss for that walalo (mmmmwwwwwaaaaaa) that was the sweetest thing ANY somali brother has said on any of these FORUMS. that was BRAVE,sweet, and just......just.......sweeeeeet, u deserve another kiss (mmmmmwwwwwaaaaaa) hey girl, listen to the brother, he wrote it down now COME OON, NOW WHAT SOMALI BROTHER WOULD TAKE HIS TIME TO WRITE SUCH A SWEET POEM....the non-looserz... if u wrote that 2 me......... DAAAAYM, MAY ILLAHI HELP ME CONTROL MY HORMONES......hehehehehe the ~~AFRICAN PRINCESS~~ has spoken Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RaP_MiStReSs Posted July 2, 2002 INITIALLY, I WAN2 SAY WHAT UP 2 ALL MY SOMALI PPZ. SHANI'Z BACK HOME, YA KNOW. I AINT BEEN MYSELF LATELY, SO I HOPE EVERYBODY ELSE IS DOIN' GOOD, LIKE THEY SHOULD. I EXPECT THE BEST FROM YOLL, NOTHIN' LESS. BEING SOMALI AINT EASY NOWADAYZ NAMEAN? FIRST YOUR BLACK, THEN YOUR A AFRICAN IMMIGRANT, THEN YOUR A MUSLIM (ESPECIALLY WHATS GOIN' DOWN NOWADAYZ). THATS HOW YOUR CATEGORIZED IN THIS LIFE, BUT I LEARNED TO TRUST AND BE WITH MY TRUE BROTHAZ ( AND SOMETIMEZ MY TRUE SISTAZ), THE SOMALI WAY IS THE ONLY WAY. TO THE FORMER BROTHER, THAT WAS VERY SWEET BRO. VERY,VERY,VERY SWEET. BUT I'M THINKING U TOOK THE HUGGZ AND THINGS THE WRONG WAY. UR A BROTHER TO ME, A ILL CAT. BUT PLEASE DONT START ANY MIXUPZ. I GOT YOUR BACK FOR ANY SH!T YOU PULL YOURSELF INTO, FASHO, NO DOUBT. BUT I WOULD HAVE NEVER THOUGHT U'D THINK LIKE THAT. NUF LUV, OF COURSE. I'D RIDE AN' DIE FOR YOU, NOT JUST U THOUGH, THE WHOLE CLICK, FA'SHO. I'M WRITING TOO DAMN LONG NOW, WE'LL SEE EACHOTHER, BUT PLEASE, PLEASE SPEAK TO SANYARE FOR ME, ITS GETTING 2 DAMN FAR. ################### I WANNA DROP DOWN SOME TERMZ DEDICATED to *LEAMANTE*, AS 1 SOULFUL CAT. I CALL IT : AN THOUGHT TO LEAMANTE thinking about the misdirections in everyday media life on hold trying to survive all this spiritual strife/ stayin free of infections of physical and super natural nature behavoir pleading to the savoir to end my life quickly/ feelin sickly and im tired of the losses for the good of man kind, lets rewind and switch roles the constraints on my mind/ i wanna be rich ,why this ******* in my car, i want my name on a star, i want my cash to flow far/ the Man up stairs knew not to give me tha riches the camel could fit thru the needle if it was million inches/ wide i just wish i keep my mom crying from the lack of necessity i must keep ryding and jacking this sh!t cant get the best of me/ turning the heat up, if i was her i wouldnt gave me seat up, for nothing in this world is worth more than self worth/ i push forward in the racist of times getting tripped and mugged, asked question get answered with shoulder shruggs/ i go home crying my spirit almost dead i sit and try to think on my bed but the storm of insults keep thunderin in my head/ migrains equal my pains for my gains stay maintaining my hard name for future my fame/ my moms wont worry bout nothing no more knocking off banks or shanking dudes for dollars/ no hollering at my teachers i stop letting daggers slash insults reach me/ grew up above all this triflin "to krunk for me" everyday on the run was blind but now i see misery/ the fog of racism getting thick making me cough this 2nd hand sh!t will kill ya just cuz you there in the midst of it/ lil comments showing ignorance they dont even realize the philosphy they live by screwed and they say the Bible speaks of this/ "one man one master and thats the way it should be" that was on the cross wit the MAN no longer apart of his plan/ He said love ya neighbor like as ya self but they skip that part and just read the Book for what they want and put the rest on the shelf/ you cant do one commandment without doing the others now i get shoulder shruggers or just a damn this watever/ Screaming at these fools buying a life-time plan this must be hell this is my torture for my war crimes agianst man/ PEACE OUT SOMALI PPZ, KEEP YOUR HEADZ UP, STR8 UP, AND DONT LET THOSE DAMN OBSTACLES TEAR DOWN YOUR STRUCTURE THATS GONNA STAND TALL SOMEDAY. ~RaP MiStReSs~ hoLLa Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
SOSO_SOMALI Posted July 3, 2002 lyrical joint good flow sis. i like the way u portray the images. very well structured poem. peace Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Dantay1 Posted July 19, 2002 Tough in every way, beauty and power in a toxic mix Envy none ambitious to a point Now everything is clear I can sense it’s getting near Our reflection situated in a mirrored dimension Where I can see the graceful Somali Sultans from a past age Dreaming of revenge with controlled rage Heaven help the disciple who has strayed Testament to the confusion of the time Worshipers to a currency that’s not mine Guns are the language of the times Simple words masked as poetic rhymes Enraged by the despair Heaven is for the weak When will we find our voice? When will we speak? Irresponsible men hypocritical women Youth with no direction Forever lost in Europe’s cross roads London is mistaken for Hargaysa Minneapolis is no Mogadishu Dead bodies and crimes committed The bereaved are offered prayers The living dirty tissues Murders back home are taken lightly Suffering abroad is ignored Now we are in the zero hour But we will be What we are Burhan Warsame (Dantay 19/7/2002) Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
StarGazer Posted July 19, 2002 Dantay, excellent brotha!! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RaP_MiStReSs Posted September 26, 2002 thats deep my brother, good flow, good vibe, i'm working on one, soon to come. You know what they say, beauty takes time to unveil, but more time to create. peace out and keep your head str8. Leamante, homeboy u know i gots luv. 1 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted November 8, 2002 Rap_Misstress, as Alwayz, Some One gotta keep my thread goin', Best be me that does it. 1 2 3 As I struggle in the west as good heart muslim man In doubt whether i can make it in this kuffur land Thoughts of evil come in to mind steady standin defeat the shatan ready to go for the month of Ramadhan good deeds expected to be done Yeah-well, besides being fastin I still feel time is wastin, fadin the dreams i'm chasin at home relations, got me stressed and pacin at times complacent, tryin to bubble with the words i'm lacin I stand adjacent, to the man on the edge unscrupulous thoughts contradict what i live In the middle of confusion, mind abusin can't decide whether i'm winnin or losin if ya like me, then, ya grinnin or loosin Another fork in the road must be plea'ing, it's hard being J-Lea' Awoken to the facts, my peeps on my back' see tryin to hold it down but i'm stressed to the max-b quit the BS* but i had a relapse now i'm trapped, at least i tell myself that It's funny sometimes the dreams in my mind try to relieve the hard times but waitin in line reality is what i find Through life's road, i'm walkin through mud through it's air i'm caught in a web Now where am i supposed to go? I don't know just go with the flow and hope in time it will show While eighty-five percent are in grief & bliss i long for a kiss, questionable thoughts from a certified pessimist Note , I'ma optimist Existant far beyond the encomiast 1 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
RaP_MiStReSs Posted December 4, 2002 MY somali PPz, …..anger ...stress….sadness...loneliness.... it's ALL in us but how we vision it is enlightment for cure within our own perfection is true happiness deep within these dark gloomy pit's of acidic pain where the food churn's for existance in the passing vein we only see the backwash of sickening thought's that make us as people wonder about thng's never brought the passing of root's makes the sun grow weak the passing of root's makes the moon grow unique how we as "invincible" flesh can never be touched how we as "all knowledge"perceive to nothing much judgment to the higer class makes me a better man say's the ego of a wise fool who doesnt help the hand think, just think on the daily life of works in time we work..work..work.. and come to dust in whines in the bowel's of emotion me bein a woman i...cry is it wrong to opposite my bold voice and deny ? yea YOU smile and move muscle of joy but YOU the same person who jokes it's jus a decoy judgment to the lower class makes me a selfish woman say's the sad grouch of a materialistic rubber band for you pull far but you came back to me young devotion back to me..back in the bowl's of emotion poetry benelovent make me uprise for i elevated in the bowel's jus to ^ (high) *dedicated 2 Leamante Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Instinct.Poet Posted March 17, 2003 Yess, Is my thread, and yess, it is coming back to life as long as i live.I thrive to succeed, i drive to proceed what is now to be seen.. My love for words never died,therefore i love my words. the somalian race is racing but not looking to the destination think less the brain suffers from oxygen deprivation you infiltrated the desecration of my documentation so i changed the location as i underwent a revelation the implication led to none other than hesitation heart amputation from the comp' with emaculation emulation of the master, draw faster without intoxication using correct scientific notation and geometric postulations kids left in east africa run my rhymes through land mines with irrigation the evaluation of your rhymes resulted in pure irritation while i focus on conservation, you stick to consecration placed in heavy rotation, mind at an elevation every time i utilize representation in my recitation rhymes are regulation, end them with a dedication to weak hedz using replication, prescribe a meddacation of reincarnation or allocation maybe just try contemplation not manipulation mind feeling deterioration decreasing population careers available are janitation and sanitation because we lack the information provided through education played on radio stations across the nation by cocasianz frustration while on vacation from depletion of the rations layed down foundation relaxed through meditation forced to battle me yet your result was humiliation as i forced your whole persona to be defeated in illumination sticking to the ill-spacing, you concentrated on consumation of my material, which you attempted at duplication the penalty? incarceration, or maybe detonation screw emancipation, your whole civilization the weed destroyed motivation and may have caused immigration weak rhymes next to mine was the cause of contamination now you sitting at home in exasperation and desperation waiting for the next preparation for the celebration.... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
