Magnetic Depictions - BoB

04/25/2018

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: "The argument that we need to let these people grow is tired, old, and detrimental to the culture," she told DX.

01/02/2018

been sick as f**k but just wrote some dope s**t for a new song.

:Whisper, softly, till the morphine meets coffee
flaunts its hauntingly beautiful confidant, don't get sloppy on me
I think i found a body, underneath the brothel lobby
its cold and blue and I can feel the force commin' off
we meant to cause em' harm, but forgot they could regrow arms
its piccolo plus genghis kahn, sounding the undead alarm
The bloodthirsty armies of the black star, takin bits from the cop cars, and spittin em' like bullets through their sobbing mothers dead hearts.
threads, holding every ventricle together try to mend the wreckage and the feathers, but the dove took extra measures
just in case of crooked pleasures, turning influential weather
in the favor of the clever. spent, decrepit? never.
And whether or not they waver depends on the nature of the favor owed, the boat they row is sacred spewin' the flavors of the hate below. no one knows their fate, to know is to say you threw the bait away or somehow started to acclimate
f**k the past, feelin great, thanks.

-M.C. Really Real

11/22/2017

F**k school, imma be a dope dealer.

10/11/2017

You better grit them teeth big boi don't lie you enjoy this a little bit but I'm five thousand eyes agape hiding is limited
Try to escape your demise is imminent

Face to the floor cause a poor kid had to be a cool cat talkin that smacked up chitchat, back to the flame as the same brat hacks up chunks of his bag lunch suckin on a flask. Ask me again for a drag of the gift that I dip in my hand then sip
Gold straw to my lips then twist what about this how about that s**t mission accomplished "BITCH"
I don't gotta find time for a dead guy yes I'll cry when the red sky floats on by acidify clouds till the rain runs dry whose horrified? Doomsday glorified

-M.C. Really Real

09/18/2017

I got bars, yea I'm lyrical
Metaphorically spherical
Spitting fire in killin you
All because you're inferior
Rippin up your interior
Let it fall like the beer in you
& Decapitate you while I'm at it
So you know that I'm superior

09/13/2017

I'm the anti-christ embodied
I got the juice and I'm wildin'
I'm Packing horns like I'm Lucy
Panties hitting floors, I'm stylin'
They profiling me, always judging like scheming
And even if I am, got some dreams that need achieving
So hands up in the air, yeah make em hit the ceiling
Wallets in the bag, and all ya jewels before I'm leaving.

This the revolution, in conclusion, we reclusive,
I'm recruiting for my army if you suited for some gooning
😴

09/07/2017

yo so check it my boy BOB hit me so i gotta hop on

you said you saw some demons on your back when you looked in the mirror
i turned around and gave a smack cause a n***a dont fear ya
i saw it clearer.... or so i thought
i saw a fork in the road and found knowledge that i seemed to have lacked.
i lost myself, and so i slipped in the crack. and back to back
here we go another bar on the track. but still i see there is something i lack.
was it a bitch in the sac thats pulling me back, or maybe karma just came flooding right back.
no time to think need to hop outta my seat or so i tried to tell myself as i sat like there is cement around my feet.
i struggled. i fought and just when i thought it was all over.
life came back, Bitch hit me right in the sac. i dropped
and just when i had lost all hope. a light shined thru or maybe a little poke right in the eye made a n***a wanna cry.
but thats ok it set me on the right path and now i gotta fly.

09/06/2017

This page will need to pick up some slack.
Don't neglect to post only if you think your words are wack.
We all have a voice, whether muffled through the noise or not.
Speak your mind people, that's all we got.
What are you fighting for?
What are you striving for?
What are you jiving for?
What are you lying for?
We're all doing something, post it up.
Don't just sit there with your mind all shut.
Spit some bars, rhymes; whatever ya wanna call it,
And let's tell the world what's up!

Gary Patrick Dylan Tyler Jamal Anthony

04/13/2017

If not for the seed, what is it, we would be
But not anything.
Existent not in this dream
No woman to nourish
A mother's comfort
No tank top and not a short mini skirt
No broom holder, dish washer, plan maker, the like
A reason to live, a reason to fight
The woman's strength is a shot in its plight
For what is salvation, for what is right
For what to cling onto with all of your might
The blacks who know enough of the white
For cowards who cower in the dark of the night
For g**s who may shun the vicious of knight
Exhibit a moral
And fight for the rest
That is the difference in solving the test

03/22/2017

Where my boys at
No rhymes in a minute
Time to get the flow back
And share the lives that we be livin
The days that go
Contain our strengths and folds
So bring the fire and let your message be told.
Gary Dylan Rafael Anthony Jamal Hugo

07/12/2016

Born a Capricorn. Have a superiority complex. Obsessive personality, don't take that with no context. I'm adaptable and will find a way for anything, by any means. I don't have the pressure of ancestral pedigree. I can do what I want and I want to do a lot. Good, bad, or ugly it don't matter, there's a thought. Fighter by nature, but strictly for peace. I'm following the guidelines of my instinct. Yeah I'm handsome and the girl's are curious to possess my company or just wanna rub my chest. It's all good baby, follow my lead. I'll take care of you, won't be a thing we can't defeat. Yeah I stumble a lot and dance with the devil a lot. But I know how to keep pedaling through the flames, though they're hot. Accumulating the scars, and dodging bullets with grace. My tracks don't stop, can't diminish my pace. You can slash at my face, veer me off of the road, aim your gun at my back, tempt me with cash for gold. Everything is relative to the experience. And my experience expanded and molded my consciousness. It's hiiipower calling. Time to get with it. Or stay back and submit, maybe you're better off dead. That's all there is for now, you already know I'll be back. With more of this relevant, delicate, powerful wax.

07/07/2016

My boys are growing up. It's tough.
Watching them grow as I once grew.
Who knew I'd be in the position to raise another. Not only that, to raise another as I've never been taught. Figuring it out as I go, I suppose. Is that how you do it? I guess when they're older, I'll know. Gotta keep it natural, don't think too much. Don't raise my voice. Don't press to hush. Don't blame the blush. Don't sway the rush. Don't s***k the t**h. Don't act a judge. Highlight the just. Lessons will be taught, resisted, and conquered. Won't shun what's fraught, petioned, and encourage the wander. Wanderlust must lead ambition, to a place their heart will listen.
It's fun, I must admit. To love your blood and raise your kid.