Mushroom Clouds

Realize We're Forever And Able To Do Anything.
And It's A Good Night To Start A Drug Ring.
Drop-Dead Eyes Left.  Or Dreaded Right 3D Threads And Bling.
Now, Swallow Some Uncut Heroin Sheik Down
These Metaphors And Visuals Sound..
You're Looking At Midnight Oil Paint Hashtag Pounds..
Seen Scarface Blowing It, Soon Joker Burning It Mounds.
'Cause I Promise, This, My New Medium, Going Hotter And Higher Than A Mushroom Cloud.
(An' It Ain't Just Paint)

But You'll Proly Just Zone Out And Cut It 'Fore It Gets To Blossom.
Straight Barry Bonds Beat C Bud Crack Hit Thuds.
You Want Me To Rap?
I'm Better Than That.
Bookmark It.
I'm Fucking Awesome.

The Part Where Me And Big Homie Slice Back The 5uiciDe Doors's Right Around The Corner..
Not Just Point And Click This Pen Drips Of Sex And Esoteric Things. Sometimes Pulling Downright Jaw-Dropping Rip-Cords On Your Heart-Strings.
And Dashing, So Dashing..
heh.
Anyways, Will It +Play? Guess We'll See.

Sounding Out #UnderSonar
And @RapRadar3
And #Fun.
Happy Reading.

We Offed The Cycle Of The Moon.

Gonna Lose My Power.
Write Some Real Serious Shit Soon.
Or Maybe.
Just Depends.

Made My Choices _Universally To Conquer.
Just No-one seems to give a damn
They Scramble Jets For Me.
Just To See If I Do.
Well I..
Well..
I?
Scramble.
I Take It With Marmaduke.

Cause I Do.
Just To See If You're Listening..
Which you should be..
Read.
Deathtayall.
Marmaduke.
Woof.

Logic Can Count These Bars

Over The Top Flow.
Check It. It's A Mouthful..
By The Trill I Be Krillin' Em.

For Boats.
Got Mercy And Key Largo.
Let Them Blues Play The Navy.
Read Me Or Trust Me.
Can You Visionary?
Won't Stop Until I Barge Or Burst,
Straight Until Flame.
Going Up Like Fireworks.
You Can Poof Or Can Bang.
Everything, You Can Because I Do.
As A Man,  Before And For Mine.

Couple Reds For Them Sore Spots (So Many I'm A Bolshevik)
Saving Green For Millionaires, For The Hefe's Personal Fragrance,
Kicking Fresh Jordan Airwaves; #Up Private Flight Stairways To Zeppelin Stewardess Licks.
From The T. To Pure A$AP Stick Em Up Pink Or Purp Bikini Shake
My Trust In God And Vacation Hideaways.
My Grammar Could Be Too Complex For Complex, But Not A Bit Too Schooled..
And Just So You Know Dark Colors' Just A Shade Of Who I Am, I Get, I Got Youth..
Brooklyn, Bed-Stuy, Them Tru Headz, Tweeting A Taste For Gravy Train Third Rails, Right Off The Road Less Traveled, Straight Maserati Hover-Threads.
Or Ken Griffey'd Out A Couple Classics Like Queens Choosing Bubblegum Over True Grit And Bread.
Market A Total Blow Out, Fashioning Less Jackets And More Blazers. More Skirts And Less Razors.

Meanwhile,
I Want Angeles Present, Tyrone'd Around How Pipes Hit And Hips Twist.
Whether He Likes It Ot Not, Tell Him Bondage Is A Slave. Commonality A Law.
At Very Least Some Brains For Why Did I Bother.
And Still I'm Looking Farther.
Forget Ceaseless Allegory, I'm Rap's Silent Literary Exemplar.

And For My Man From Maryland, Boy Wonder, Shoulda Had You On The Come Up.. Oh Wait.. I Did.
My Big Mouth, Full Of It. This Boy's Contract Breaches, Sign Up Or Bookmark, Or Write The Kid..

So.. Grateful For What I Got, But I Want A New Crib, Maybe A Good Editor,
Plus A True Princess, A Daughter.
You, Yours Or Mine.
Mighta Heard Of God's Son,
Now You Seen Slaughter.

Pour Technorati: 3B82EWFHYB5J
have a good look, i know it's different but some people could really like it. generally keep it a little cleaner

Head's Up

Cause Conditional
LAX
Looking it up fly, don't understand it's a must.

Catch a plain, freight or an airplane
Just catch it.
Lacks won't do.
Just Cause,  Unconditional.
I Got You.

A Couple Kisses

Should Of Left It In But..

Whoops.
Slipped.
Dime.
Dash.
Call I ty hand x.

Now.
You've never seen anything like this.
Give it till my lower lip quivers.
Give it 'til the slip drops from your shoulder.
I told you.
I invented something new.
Bolder?
How 'bout folds.
Like x love.
So bold.

If you've ever seen art you mighta have just missed it..
ha.
Frown on this.
I've Got A Really Great Idea For A New Kind Of Website.
Contact Me.
I dare you.
Felicity can FuckYI. 
That's a kind, a kind of,  bliss.

Dessert. Over A Ruthless King.
the finer things among my finer work.
Called it a couple kisses..

Maybe A Couple Slipstreams.
And Audience Than This.
BobbySocks.
Pig-Tails.
Some Pillowed Out Dope Talk On Beserk.
ya, i like that..
better than just some hot smooth-talking jerk.

Ruthless King.

Territorialism Is My Thing.
And Congessional Honor.
Sounding Out Under #Sonar.
Read Veto.
Get Jimmy, Get Dame.
All Talking 'bout The Same Thing.
Up.
White Boy Up, No Cut.

Got Oh Blige Bars
And What The Punk Am I Stagger.
Swagger So Mean, So Low.
Couple Issues With The Cash Flow.
Have You Ever Seen Sums?
How Original.

It's A Sin.

The Verdict So In.
So Buy Unlikely.
Whatever He's Talking About.. Just Trust Him.

Written Music

You Can Marshall This Message
I'm A Flying Wedge.
Deadly.
Puck Shoots Straight At This.
V.Million
Point Oh
I Need An Attorney.
Go Get Me One
Of Love Direction
Going Up, Going Once

Maybe The Reason You Were Never Fully Loved.
The Reason You'll Never Love Me.
I'm Willing To, I Have Taken That On.
If You Believe That..
Get Gone And Love Me.
And Love Everybody.
It's Not Allegory.
It's Complete.

B-Side, Or Capture This

A bandage.
I Heal.

Let it be the way'i A g room.
Stripes.
Together.
Everybody.
I Heal.

If there is a subtle subtext in this, it is the way I do not take we.
We.
Is how it goes.
Thanks.
It's  a barrier.
At 20.

study. ~
Ty he light that just
great
Shatters Me.
More Dec flash.  Sparkle.
Than Rianon side .
So sighed beautiful, A I.

I cut.
That shines. 9 hit pump.  Thumbs up.
Gimmie some Art.
I layer.
More Beautiful .
High Diamonds.
WE COULD e.
Every Eye.
we haven't even concept.
Thanks.

(2ndsun.. And so forth)
Read me.
Weep.
Then talk to me.
Peace.

Not Too Late For This

I'm Up.
and all i can think of,
is going down,

first course is the justice to those lips i'll do.
in tribute to the Goddess that has made herself in you.
ruthless hips and a savage rib is no cage.
all the rage baby.
gimmie all you got.

I got Marvin's whole back-catalogue to play.
and you shatter, not break the record.
we could raise the very Sun together.
eclipse and freshen the tidal paints of leisure.

whatever pressure we could get into i'd say elementary, couldn't fooled.
for pleasure i'd halt at the distance of touch.
you follow rivers.
whatever you can catch. capital is a cup.

Did I Mention I'm No Beginner

You Hate Questions But Want To Deliver My Child.
To Know Me Is Not To Be Exiled.
The Fountain Of Trust Didn't Bother.
I Could Thrust Myself Upon But Rather I May.
It Might End Today,  Might End In A Digit.
Might Trigger My Fingers To Foreplay.
It Could All End In Your Mouth.
It Might Trigger Going South All Winter.
Nose Froze And It's Cold Down There.
The Singular Can't Compare To You.
I Feel A Youth Movement Coming On.
You Ever Fucked Up The Dawn?
Flip. Yawn.
Christened.
Bambino.
Dough Eyed Fawn.

Did I Stutter?

An Utter Conception Of Bliss.
You Will Say Too True When You Understand What I Have Done To You.
Lenses Left. Dilate.
Play.

I Have Received Stars For SpaceCrafters.
Angels, An Angel Singeing Custer's Whips To The Last Man, Could Be Rafters Hereafter.
Laid ThoughtTrains That Hit Like A Bus.
But I Won't Play At Romance.
Listen. I Lay Gran Turismo Tars Over Tripped Cadillac Bounce Switches, Change Gears And Hit Purring Unreachable Holy Script Jaguar Scat Pitches.
That Shit's No Joke.
Aliens? More Like Trans-Substantives..
Swim With The Sharks Or Get Eaten Little Fishes.
...
Maybe This Kid's Too Fresh.. Or Too Vicious..

No.
I'm Not.
Stand Up.

Bookmark It. Read It Later. You Can Zone Out To It.
Tell Your Friends.
I'm Going Up.
It's Hard, Rolling Uphill, Guess Some Bitches Just Made To Get Mounted.

+10x10
+106 and Park
+J. Medina

Here, Read This:
http://deathtayall.blogspot.com/2013/03/my-vibe.html
and this
http://deathtayall.blogspot.com/2013/04/ego-altered-3-triple-o.html
and then hit the the top an' don't stop 'til stars or the new color.

an' 106? Dial Up, Just Ask For Flex, Or Ask Jadakiss.
thanks.
a dummy.. this kid isn't.

so..
Hit +1.
And Play Hits.
maybe jus' now.. Teyana and Legend.
don't think about it.

Some Way Out Dope

Third Rail Numbers On The Traffic.
Killing A Couple 'Ery Day
Just No Press.
No Copy.
Just Electric Streamers Like Mayday.

I Could Re-Write The Hunger Games Or Re-Invent Payday..
I Risk VerMillion Psalms, Give Elegance Away. And Demonstrate The Real 3D With A Little Taste..
Whatever Frame I'm In,  I Could Be Tillin' em, Building Playboy Mansions Everywhere And Filling 'Em.

Putting Tailored Suits On Rouged Chapters,
Buttressed Like Stratfordifications,
On Another Shakesdown.
No #please. just $ and your knees.
then wide release and, and oh God.
heh.

Too $trong For This. This ASAP Build-up Shit.
Gimmie The Money.
Kill That Longing Feeling Of What I Could Do.

killer gonna lay paint, astral rainbows and such,
This Spectrum A Little Faint For Wisdom Tarantino Snarls Kinda Thing, so uhh.. ya lay doa and beg.

Maybe James Taylor Lips, Stacks,
Where The Streets Love Kinda Love.
Bombs UP!
Get this kid, get the edge on the soundtrack to the next youth movement, UP!
Ha.

Want it straight,  no cut?
Read Nov. 15
Call em uhh.. adventurous bars.
Still nothing on the coming up 2ndSun.

Meantime..
Get what this means, meant:
not always always in control? no, but you gotta sink in, let it wind up, and even then, you get to choose to lose it.
peace, bless hefè again, for the electric lines and for kicks

blistering killer of robot men, not even a pen, no ipad neither, not today anyways..
Just a place, among men.
Again.

Wat you want

mo'

connections mo' prp
cut down rThem problems/
not reading yet.
get on that shit
watch closely
it might slip
lil' bit.

supposed get lit right.
burn up.
tight.
baby. I know..
this where you want me to go.

It's all dark and such..
You might wanna turn out, zoom up. let those eyes adjust.
get the new mobile product.

#newhype media.pro media.us

Necessary

Thank Love.
Thank Lucifer.
Evil Made It True.
Proof Is In The Handicap It Puts You At.
Facts can fuck you up check back

Let's Party.

Gatecrashers.
HashTags UpScale.
Cut's A Feeling I Don't Know.
ZipCode Postal.
Kendrick Green Collectif Flow.
You Serious? You Ain't Been Reading Me? How Come Everything You Say Is About We?
Punk Ass Cracker Not Worthy Of.
Six Figures Easy, Cuffing White Gloves.
'Cause I Would Never.
Never.
Whatever.
Looking At My Life Like It's Forever.
Whatever.
Pound Crosses Up.
7.2 Litre Thrust.
Glock 17 Bust.
You Wanna Get Somewhere, Trust.
My Movie, My Show.
Get Wit' It Rap Game, Your Go.

Don't Be An Artist

Don't Do What They Ain't Done Before.
Thump Thump Thump.
Heart Knocking Under The Floor.
Call It Severance.
Paid.

Police Poe Up.
Taking A Beating Ain't Funny.
Rave'n.
The Money.

Rap Rap Rapping @ The Door.
Wanna Book Me On What I Got In My Couch.
Whatever They Can Bezzle.
All Know.
Thump Thump Thump.
What's Under The Floor.
Could Hit 36 Chamber Doors.

Nobody Dares Floor This Bad-Boy.
Think What Could Happen.
Rapping.

Could Be Pulling Trap Figures
Modelling SummerJam Screens.

Think What Could Happen.
If He Didn't Want To Do Something New.
Maybe A Little Beyond Revolutionary.

www.Breakthough
www.PayMe
www.Worldview

Much More For Us Planned

Returned To Give Up God
Damn.
Man's Saying Something.

full generation

don' care what you say, this is top.

pre-lim to the full generation.

What Would Jesus Say

Have You Taken Off Your Face Today
Said Grace Today
Is What Jesus'd Say
I'd Say
Something 'Bout Castor Troy.
Something About Sucking On My Tounge. True Choice.
An' How High I Take Off.
Parables Are Angular Justice.
Something Silent
We'd Say Together.
To Collect Roses In The Heather One Must Pass Ash Pass Acorns And Risk A Thorn In It's Very Tip.
Practiced Putting Whips At My Back.
Only To Show Love Itself Mastery. Only So Those Pedaled Slave Drivers Would Know How To Roll, Where To Grow.

wait..
what did he say?
something about grace again?
hmm..
it's amazing.

Lil' Faster

Lil' More Up.
Lil' More Crust On The Diamonds
Don't Matter Buried Or For Show
Long As They Shine Or They Grow
take 'em black blue or yellow
if they bloody or they white
long as they clear.
with no cut.
no polish.
just covered in crust and pure shine.
those the kinda all the angles all the flash.
i like to land on my lines.

ya bitch, Satan said some shit..
so wassup?

Heaven On Earth
Is What I've Got Up
At Mercy.
By Will.
My May.
Dripping Wet Bridal Showers.
Stormy Weather, By The Reigns.