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.