Friday, February 27, 2015

"Past Is The Past" ((freestyle))

Click on the link below to listen to the audio, Peace!!
https://soundcloud.com/po-house-management/past-is-the-past-freestyle-shawn-stare
We all search for peace
That destination, for calmness to embrace
Critiquing moments
Analyzing every component
Other times
We just get lost in it, squeeze n hold it
Wishing those joyful instances would last
Never alluding our grasp
The past is the past
Yeah!, it can't be changed
Only learned from to rearrange da picture frame

Death?

Eye found myself being numb to it more & more
And not being bound by the worldly allure
I mean, from da door!
To stay on point is such a real comprehensive chore
Thee increments I bore, slips through my fingertips
Moving thru earth's chartered space trying to get a grip
The gravity carries me
Pulls me further away, remember when they used to laugh at he
Solitude of my own apathy
Lives taken
Surrounded by recurring tragedies

Actually,

Me departed long ago
The reflection eye see now
Is not as nearly as close as the person, dat eye really used to know
From here, where do we go?
Stacy Lattisaw
Not for da bull or wavin' flags like a matador
We not protected, get infected badgered by da law

Repeated themes, corrupt schemes flash on T.V n internet screens
Want us to conform
My beliefs n laurels solely what eye rest on
At least I'm not a politician lyin' to da people 
Regressin' to da norm
Dat don't work wit Shawn
Eye watch actions of others n how they perform

A lot of women scorned
A lot of brothers torn!

Where Pop's at?
Eye don't know, somewhere feelin' defeated 
Mistreated!
Put down
Mom's stymied 
His whole being
No maturation
Buried in his own grievance

Took a turn for da worse when he lost his legion
It's beyond below cold, it's freezin'! 
Can't even fix our own backyard, they care about what's goin' on in other regions
They try to pacify our pain like a baby teethin' 
Inflammatory lines drawn in meetings, median of da mind
Pass off, same time
Population control
Synchronized!

When I break chain of command, it's despised!
But when they do it then it's justified!
Preliminaries bolstered up by an uprise
They call that enterprise
When it rain on my skin, eye feel God's cries
Tears fall n then da ink dries 
I'm a sullen soul among da skies
If a rose from da concrete is not nurtured, then it dies

Damn!
Oh my!

I get's no sigh of relief, just harassed by police
Child support in courts lookin at me
The same way they do a nigga sellin' drugs in da streets
Writing brings me happiness, but not payin' no bills
Listen here!
I'm not scribin' for thrills
I do it for da love n after I'm gone
You'll understand my story
Like dat boi last name Carter first name Shawn, middle name Corey
I'm a man first!
Who had His eye on the Sparrow, like Rory
We got a problem Houston!
Yep!, is you Whitney?

Or were you once like me from a "Different World" like 
Kadeem & Whitley?

Beauty's in the eye of thee beholder, no gypsy
You won't find it in no contraband or no bottle that will make you feel tipsy
Hey there!
Hello Kitty!

A little TLC will make ya feel like your not so damn "Unpretty"
When it comes to metaphors n bars, I'm kinda witty
We go together like Jam n Skippy
People be frontin'
Their representative be iffy iffy
And there's no way to know results of love, chances are 50/50
I'm not like deez other rappers, I'm a true lyricist n artist wit passion
Don't try to remix me
But be n stay clear
It's always two sides to a coin like Bill Bixby


Honestly,
You Onyx cats lookin' real "Shiftee"        
That's why eye keep my distance
The company you keep a extension of ya own existence
I might waver in my decisions
But when I make em', I shoot it straight out da barrel
Word?! 
Best believe I stand by it like my shadow
Inside, I'm tryna win da WAR, you can have da battle
The latter makes no sense in my travels
My spirit saddled on holy ground within da gravel
Eye see deez snakes for what they are tho, I'm never rattled!

Is it me?
Cause eye care more about my craft than da cash
The past is the past so I try to let it go and throw it right in da trash
Sometimes we flick it in each others face, just to face da aftermath
Some things not addin' up between da two, you do da math
That's when you get the present results in your presence, of what was always there in front of you residing right behind a mask

"Past Is The Past" ((freestyle)) 
by Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare

Sunday, February 22, 2015

"True Colors"

An outcast
Black sheep of the family
Angel surrounded by devils
Where will it land me?
With each passing day, I'm losing my sanity!

Rest assured, in this world

Not many, if any
You can trust
Too many consumed with material things
The lies, the envy, the lust
Hush!

Calm down!

Sssh
Sssh
Don't fight it, let go
Quiet now!
The body becomes a replica of a lifeless town
Vitals taken over by death, siphoned out
Is this mic on?

(tap) (tap)


Are you hearing me?

Look close
Most claim to be something, but not who they appear to be

Naked

Stripped
All your left wit, is your character & integrity
Friends become enemies
Switching sides among the fray
No longer in dismay
This type of behavior is expected

A new being is resurrected

Human nature, marked by our imperfections
Open eyes
Everything carries a message
Our choices become selective

No one is to be trusted!

A person's true colors are revealed when you have nothin'
Examining yourself in the mirror
Can you find ya soul beneath the rubbish?
Some say
No time to be flustered
Clear the cobwebs out of the cupboard

I am a sheet of music wit a twinge of poetry, my spirit

You'll find me there
The notes are clear
Beautiful stare
But the world is a game of musical chairs
And eye am waiting to be released from this horrid nightmare

Each day, more & more keep passing away

Eye love my son & daughters
Hope they know I did the best I could to do right by them & not lead em' astray
My one bright spot is languished in the distance
Miles away
Like Madonna, will eye "Live to Tell"
As I'm currently living in hell
"Round & Round" like Jonell
Eye see no way off of this carousel
Down here, there is no room for the weak or the frail

All eye see is graves, bars, and cells

Wish eye could sleep
Insomnia straddles the fence
Long ago, my innocence was lost through a series of events
As eye came to learn
Nobody could give me the right answers to my questions
Had major concerns
If your fortunate to live long enough, you'll see how people will turn

Loyalty burned!


The ballistics are simplistic

Under fire
Struck by the flames
Starting to match
Nothing in our nation is free
Everything comes wit a catch

I'm a poor man's voice within the wretch

Gave what eye could, don't think I have anything left
To those that have will, is what I've been trying to stress
True colors of others 
Shine through when your on opposite sides
And thee advantaged have you at a disadvantaged
Leaving you abandoned with less

"True Colors" by Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare 



Thursday, February 19, 2015

"The First Family Anthem"

(((MASS COLLABORATION)))
THE FIRST FAMILY ANTHEM...
GRIM REAPER:
"First Family Anthem " Oh Yeah!!! These motherfuckers must have thought we relaxed, They're feeling froggy for Real, Cause they fell into the trap, Comin hardcore, little sophomores, Running rampant through the FaceBook world, Like they're on a world tour...Ya better beware, because the original Rhyme Family is OFF of vacation, Coming through to eat your asses up like some cannibalistic Haitians cookin up this curry goat flow, like some smokin Jamaicans... Lyrical Grim Reaper, kicking off this feature, with Hell fire Scriptures of Riptures, Like some demonic preacher...Rapid fire shots exists the lips , Man I be spitting some SHIT, grippin the Excalibur 40 guage, I keep draped from the hip, Killing this SHIT, Like I'm trying to set trip,Like I'm trying to revive some Bloods N. Crips SHIT, Flossin down Slausson, in my Low Low Impala whip... Who got the potion, the flows like lotion, Smooth enough to start that nod ya head to this hot shit, forward motion..... Wrecking verbs and killing syllables of the less than formidable, pitiful shitty inking retarded and 'TOUCHED ' Scandalous and ruthless, Black hearted criminal type individuals... Critical... Your heart needs some Life support, to survive to full court, run and gun techniques, We spit, Ya can't stomach the fact, that you cats are comin up short! (Devastation Ink)™©

NIVLEK:
I throw blows , blow smoke , smoke foes and foes' foes No joke , no hope . PoPo can croak slow You so so's auta learn from Da Brat to flow dope I'm stone cold steve'n em through the ring till broke bones is hangin out the mat , lookin like old tv antennas stickin up from it . Makin it out attacks cookin my toast repeatedly . My ventures is some other shit , budge n git gutter whipped , snuffed n stripped , nuthin lives amongst this click Huntin is a must n shit ! it get spicier than delicatessan mustard is . Quit dening us intelligent , extra monstrous beings . Wussup wit these freakin suckaz n weakness of bussin deepness n rugged speeches ,buggin, deemin they the greatest but suck more than a hundred leaches Ya can't copy my flow , it's overrun with features They planned on stoppin my growth n molded under peices of the earth , stuck with the worms n folded under Reaper

CHINA:
I enter the room with the purest form of Indigo…That verb wrapped in pronouns bent to the perfectionist sound of Erotica…You know…That afterglow…It’s the Sexxxi Latina…The Queen C of the First Family…The Revolution of intrigue…Oh the Scandal as your ink bleeds with jealousy… Rested but never forgotten…Like Mob Wives hittin the Island…Step by Step… Can’t you hear the Fans Shoutin!...The Saga to our Forbidden Twilight…look at the face…Can’t get any Brighter…Got NY in an Uproar…The Untouchables for Hire…My roar is so loud…Got Chicago on Fire…. Facebook, TwitterAmerica… Oh how we’re their Idols…Our voice singing in Soprano….Alicia even Salutes as we take over the Ink Keys…What…You thought We were dissolved…Over??? All our Sons of the Anarchy…Hittin Repeat on the Revolver…We just came back to put some Law in Order to your misfortunes…We took a break to let you stake ya claim…Criminal minded…You’ve assumed we’ve been blinded…You underrated Stuart Little…I got my Flash and it’s pointed all the way down to my Trigger Finger…Tryna Be like Mic instead of Blessing our wishes and getting this shit done right…No need to Fear the obvious in near…The First Family is back in Tha Building …So to all you Hasbeens and Wannabees…Time has come…Muah!…That’s my ass to witness in Flight…Grab a hold to you and ya Five Heartbeats…Give me back that Mic!!!...It’s a long kiss... Goodnight...

SOULBROTHA JAMES:
BIGGUPPPPPPPPZZZZZZZZZ BIG BRO -- MIC-CHECK -- DAT RITE --FA SHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! BUCK!!! BUCK!!!!! yup YUP off top off da muscle like WTF non stop bussing afta dem glocks cock TRUST now watch how we keepz dem bitch niggaz nervous and scramblin when dem feelz da unleashed wrath of dis here FIRST FAMILY ANTHEM ..INK that iz DEVASTATING as in like logos to rhema word life correct RAHHH SPECT DEVATASTATION INK amazing obviously gifted seriously ascended lyrical content don't slip don't trip full banana shaped clips and bandanna masks gorrila killaz work is task-MASTERING RAW - DAWG WISDOM ...AMERICA IS THE RICH MAN'S VISION BUT THE POOR MAN'S PRISON ,, fa realla niggaz be glamorizing and glorifying daa hype shit dat keeps dem dying errryday all day flossing talking screaming loud grabbin dem crotches...but still aint doing bout JACK shit yup NOTHING globally but looking like fucking fools in front of the whole world STOOOOPID FUCKERS and proud of it vomit hurl jumping hurdles betta dan any track star I know my history and me IN da ALIVE present NOW ..so meh future garunteed ALREADY way beyond par..NO MYSTERY EEEE-Z-STAR numba one SUN center of the universe ..SEE..dey say da love oof money iz da root of all evil..and greed iz da seed life is da rehearsal can u handle the dispersal falling and rizing are you living a death style but calling it yo LIFE-STYLE oooooooo child things are gonna get easier and I heard hoes and bitches are gonna get sleazier.... and sleazier WHO WANT WHAT?? shiiiiid errrrybody do and aint no telling what any mothafucka will do to git it they aint faking they taking cauze aint nobody giving hearing not listening see WE ARE NO LONGER SLAVES ...BUT WE STILL AINT FREE datz why niggaz aint scared to bleed indeed IJS fiyahhhhhhhh but never at random wasting no ammo hittin errry target like expert dayummmmmmmmmm,, and ummm bout to run 5 miles hit da bowflex eat a lil breakfast while sangin dis FIRST FAMILY ANTHEM be back later ALLIGATOR,,,,AFTA WHILE ...CROCODILE,,, PEACE raaaaaahh

INFINITE:
I remember growing up traveling on a truck with a banana seat, then driving around in a truck with my man buck, He rides shotgun with the chopper with the banana in the back seat, I am the game, trap houses are the roofs that inf built, I'm short but my paper walked on stilts. I'm a literary genius, i make hits, my pen and the 57 has a beam so I can't miss, I got a team that will wrap circles around these rap erkels. when it comes to poetry, the blues, I'm a living legend unlike big and pac and that dude with blue suede shoes. I'm supercaliswagalisticexpialidocious, my flow is wavy, I spit water, nikkas get sick, nauseous, from my nautical verses with a delivery that's flawless. I don't battle nobody, the son of god is not to be tested, but on stage call me chromoly cause ill outshine while enlightening everybody. From the streets to prisons my name ring's bells, I look at paper, shed light with my mental prism, My kin in cells take my kites and keep them as lessons, so when they get a second chance they don't fall victim again. I got that criminal slang, the dialect for those bang and those game players. I write ghetto concertos and operas like a slum life Wolfgang Amadeus.

SHAWN STARE:
SALUTE EVERYBODY!!!
Aaaaight I'm in da buildin'!!! 
Here eye go, look!

Listen Up! 
Shawn Stare got flows for dayz 
I'm in dis bitch, rollin' wit 
My FIRST FAMILY 
Twist da dutch up! Hand me a mic dawg n let me slay 
Shout Out to da Ladies who put my "Little Man" in like Marlon Way 
On n On! Pop me in dey tape deck n play 
Dat boi from dat Reagan 80's frey 
When crack had fiends noddin' off in a major way 
Politic's As Usual Like Jay 
And we beat down cats 
Who interrupt us when we speakin' on da podim like Kanye 
Call me John J. 
Spit sick shit like Rambo's M60 wit extra ammo spray 
We move around n sting rappers like Cassius Clay 
We blow da spot Make it Hot! Like dat month after March, April, n May 
Chicks show us Love like Faizon n Knowles how to ride on top like Bey 
Y'all better chill! David Banner 
You won't like it when we get A-N-G-R-Y
Caution
We some BOSSES!!! Paid our dues in dis game 
Now-a-dayz Deez fuckerz makin' music so damn lame 
Couldn't ride a track even if dey on da train, Prick! 
We annihilate n maim! 
Man
Our Methods put ya bones outta order when we "Bring Da Pain
All hail da FIRST FAMILY!!!! 
We cock back n aim, Prose's pop ya frame! 
We be da requisite standard settin' barz, high up in da chain

MaNGOD:
DING DONG NAPALM CALLIN/ DROPPIN BOMBS ON THE LYRIKALLY DEPRIVED, THE FALLIN/ MaNGOD STRAPPED UP DONE LOADED TWO GUNS FOR THE MAULIN/ BLACKEST INK ON A BLACK OPS GOT THE LAME MUTHAFUKKAS HAULIN/ LIKE A JAPANESE BOMBIN/ LIKE A JAPANESE MOVIE TRAILER FULLA GHIDRAS, MOTHRAS N GODZILLAS KING KONGIN/DEVESTATION AS SKYSCRAPERS OF SWEET RHYME SAYERS FALLIN FROM THE GAULIN OF CRIMINALLY INSANE JAWIN/ WORLDWIDE GANGSTARS GOT A GRIP ON THE FLOW GAME STRIPPIN FLESH DOIN THE "YOU DIRTY RAT" GNAWIN/ SNIFFIN OUT PUSSIES AND THEIR VERBAL FLAWS N/ CLEANSIN THE EARTH N GIVIN THE TRASH A LYRIKAL TOSSIN/ WE DON'T JUST SAY IT WE LIVES IT BITCHES WE BOSSIN WHEN WE BALLIN/GRIM AS IT SEEMS, WE HAVE INFINITE ELOCUTION THAT SDOT YU N LINGUALLY L'AMOUR YU INTO A VEGETATION IN THE MZ LIKE GRIP, QUEEN GUILLOTINE LOBS OFF UR HEAD AT THE NUTS, AND MAY RA SHINE ON YA IN THE AFTERMATH OF UR BUBBLEGUTS AS WE GIVES YU N UR VERSES A "SALAD TOSSIN"/ YEAH THIS DEVASTATION INK DON'T BLINK, ON THE BRINK, HELL HATH REBUKED US, WE SO MUTHAFUKIN STINK WITH THE MELANIN INK/ BOW UR EGOS WHEN U COMES TO BLOWS WITH THE DEVESTATION NATION, DENEGRATION N ANNIHILATION IN SADISTIC TWISTD VINDICTIVE SYLLABLES IN ALL HUMAN LINGUISTICS OF VOODOO THAT WE DO TYPA VIOLATION... BLOW HORNS, THIS THA FIRST FAMILY OF DEVASTATION THE MISSIN LINK!

SHANTELL:
"HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO!!
BOW DOWN
BITCHES BEFORE I SLAP A MUZZLE ON Y'ALL LOOSE LIPS THAT SLIP, YALL BARKING UP THE WRONG TREE YOU BEST GONE SOMEWHERE & DIP>BEFORE I PULL OUT THE GULLIOTINE & SEVER YO' AZZ WITH ONE CLEAN SWIFT... THEN I'D POUR THIS HOT LAVA STRAIGHT DOWN YOUR FUCKIN THROAT, BURN THE SHIT OUT YA' TONSIL WHERE DA WATER JUST CURDLE BUT WON'T OFFER NO HOPE.... I AIN'T THE ONE TO PLAY KIDDIE GAMES WITH NO CHILD LEFT BEHIND, YALL'S A LATCH KEY KID WITH NO REALISM TO YOUR PETTYCOAT RHYMES... NO JUNCTION~ IF Y'ALL LOOKING FOR US THEN THE DOOR IS WIDE OPEN, THEY BEST SETTLE DOWN BEFORE I START REARRANGING SHIT AND LEAVE THEY WHOLE DIALECT CASTRATED AND BROKEN... FIRST COUSINS TO DAWGS OF WAR AND GULLITIONE QUEENS, WE TOOK THE CIPHER WORLD BY STORM WITH VISIONS OF OUR DREAMS... WE KEPT OUR TITTLE OF NO MAN OR NO OTHER WOMAN BEFORE US, NOW WE ROLLING BACK TOGETHER SIMPLY BECAUSE THE PAGES ADORE US... CAN'T STAND THESE WATERED DOWN NUGGA'S AND BITCHES THAT CAN'T SWIM IN HELL OR HIGH WATER, DON'T MAKE ME RAISE MY PEN UP AND PART Y'ALL SHIT BACK EVEN FARTHER... POCAHONTAS INDIAN STYLE I'M THE LAST OF THE MOHICAN, I GETS BUZY LIKE DIZZY FOR ANY BITCH THAT'S SEEKIN>OR SEE ME, REWIRE YO WHOLE NERVOUS SYSTEM CAUSE THIS SHIT IS ALL TOO FUKIN EAZY>NOW WHO THE FUCK DOES IT? BRING WHAT EVA CALVARY YOU THINK YOU CAN MUSTER AND WATCH EM GET CAUGHT UP LIKE MUSTARD... KETCH-UP NOW CAUSE THIS GONE BE THE KICKER, YALL THINK YO MIND IS SIC, UHHmm UHmm MY SHIT IS MUCH MUCH SICKER... I'LL HAVE YOU BITCHES GETTING STOMPED OUT LIKE CAINE DID CHAUNCEY IN MEANCE TO SOCIETY, RUNNING BACK TO THE BOTTLE LIKE YOU DONE FUCKED UP YO' LAST THREE MONTHS OF SOBRIETY> YO' WHY THE FUCK THEY KEEP ON EYEING ME? I HIT EM' THE FLOW LIKE BUOYA' AND MAKE EM GO BONKERS, WE GOT THIS LYRIC GAME SEWED UP FROM DETROIT ALL THE WAY DOWN TO YONKERS...THEN HIT THE TURN PIKE AND SWIM UP THE EAST COAST CURRENT, ANY PIECE I SPIT ON YOU KNOW GOT DAMN WELL I'M GONE BURN IT... MORTAL COMBAT WE DO THAT GREEN MAN BLANKA, I LIKE THEM BIG BOYS THAT PLAY WITH THEM BIG BOY TONKA'S.... THIS RIGHT HERE IS OLE SKOOL FOREALZ, FIRST FAMILY ANTHEM WE DAT REAL DEAL HOLYFIELD...

WINGMAN:
FIRST FAMILY FIYAH FLOWS FROM FURIOUS FUCKING FLAMES~~~ DEVASTATION INK LINK YO ASS TO POETIC KINGS BY NAMES~~~ WE CREATIVELY CASTING LYRICS EVERLASTING BLASTING MEEK WEAK MUTHAFUCKAS IN THESE UNHEARD WORD GAMES~~~ SYMBOLIC SYNONYMS SELECTED~~~ INTERNALLY INGESTED~~~ IDIOMS INSPECTED~~~ POWER POETRY PROJECTED~~~ PRECLUDES US FROM BEING REJECTED~~~ IM THE LAST MUTHUFUCKA YOU WANNA SEE~~~ DON'T~ DON'T~ DON'T FUCK WITH ME~~~ I AM A LIVING AFTERMATH~~~ EQUIPPED WITH A LETHAL LYRICAL LAUGH~~~ YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER CORPSE THAT TOOK THE WRONG PATH~~~ WITH AN ACE NAMED SCARFACE WHEN I NEED TO UNLEASH MY WRATH~~~ I AM THE END OF LIFE YOU SEEK~~~ WHEN YOU TOUCH THE PEN OR MIC AND DARE TO SPEAK~~~ MY TEFLON COATED PHRASES ASSASSINATE YOU IN PHASES AS I WATCH YOU LEAK~~~ KISS MY BLISS IF YOU'RE REMISS TO REALIZE I DISMISS THOSE WHO WISH TO KEEP ME FROM REACHING MY PEAK~~~ I INK INTROSPECTIVE LINES OF RHYTHMIC RHYMES RUINING MINDS OF THE WEAK~~~ THEORETICALLY BY INK GENETICALLY WE POETICALLY STOMP YO ASS TO THE GROUND~~~ THE LAST RASP OF YOUR DYING GASP AS I GRASP THE PEN I FOUND~~~ MAKES IT CLEAR I ENDEAR TO BE NEAR YOUR TERMINAL FEAR AS YOU UTTER THAT DYING SOUND

KENNETH:
Devastating Ink Word Smith's Of Sorts Weak Crews Shitting In The Shorts Like Dead Presidents We Co-horts Burning Shit Up Like Newports Gift Of Gabb Walking Free Outta Courts Here Ye Here Ye Fuck Thee Fuck Thee Killing The Competitions The Poetry Police Cuff Me Fucking With The Crew You Niggas Bringing Out The Rough Me Elites Status Never Fades Slicing Them Asses Like Jasons Blades These Verses Getting Us Paid Niggas Scatter Like Roaches When We Enter The Building Like Raid Verses Never Stop Unlimited Bars Flame Throwers Stay Lite So Niggas Getting Charred Devastation Ink Go Hard Thicker Than Thieves Like That Old School Shit Lard To Much For Your Poetry Rooms We Get Barred Addictive Our Flow Like Junkies Smoking That Hard Natural Born Killerz By Nature Its What We Do Taking Out Your Whole Crew Now Who Wanna Fuck With Us None Of Yall If In God Ya Trust Sewing Up Your Assholes And Feeding U Until You Bust The First Family In The Number One Slot A Must Fuck Bronze And Silver We Going For The Gold We Hot But You Niggas Is Cold Kings And Queens Of This Shit We Royalty Always Top Shelf Game To Excellence We Show Loyalty...

"First Family Anthem" 
by Grim Reaper, Nivlek, China L'amour
SoulBrotha James, INFinite, Shawn Stare, MaNGOD
Shantell "Shan-Teazy Ledgend" Cooper
Wingman Gerald Green & Kenneth McKnight

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

"I Like To Collabo" collaboration w/ Wingman Gerald Green aka Scarface

"I was told my poet affiliate Wingman Gerald Green passed away on Sunday February 15, 2015
R.I.Paradise Big brother, you will never be forgotten!, this is a **Throwback** joint me & the OG connected on ((January 4, 2012)). It was a pleasure to work with him the little time I did know him. His pen game was wicked & to the poetry world that knew him & got a chance to witness his work as well, they know we lost a very talented literary artist. 
See you when I get there, Great Respect & Much love Big Bro I'll miss ya!!. 
God Bless!!!"
Wingman Gerald Green aka Scarface

I like to collabo
I get to enjoy another poets flow
It helps me to grow
When I see the floetry flows
Of their varied poetic prose
I'm so amazed by those
Who like me keep ink in their veins
Leaving behind well-bled remains
Of ink life instead of stains

To me a collabo brings a certain kind of joy
Like I got to play with a brand new toy
But even this collabo is my conspiratorial ploy
To see you get lyrically waxed by Ra Shine McKoy

  • Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare

WORD UP!
Dis is MY BIRTH RIGHT!
It's da "REAL MCKOY"
So if you feelin' some type of way I hope you get annoyed
Our spirits fluctuates through deez verses n fills da void
Wingman is my Wingman like Tuskegee Airmen
We polarize poetry stoically n let our sunshine like floetry
Connecting wit people from around da globe
To Uplift or send tingles to ya earlobes
I love 2 collab!
Especially wit 1 of da Best of Dem'
Wingman SCAR FACES while I SEVER DEM'
Written or Spoken word is like my second home
It helps me RELEASE! n Build wit others I've never met or known
It serenades my essence like a jazz tune
Or it LIGHTS FIRES in me to SHIT ON HATERS like a bathroom
Deez daily scribes are apart of my Low's n my High's
Da tears from my eyes are joy n pains of life's roller coaster rides
Let ya face bask n Feel da Shine
I'm Christopher Cross sailing across da ocean tide
Wingman n I flow on a natural vibe
Pushed By
Da forces of DA CREATOR who propels us to be GREATER
Always given GOD da GLORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As it was instilled in our nature
I Spit for my fam n We do it for da love
It's Cool to sit back n watch Wingman take da grill n fire it UP!
Spreadin' Wings on da track like Prince Purple Reign Doves
Murderin' da page wit poetic slugs
To hit ya temple n provide you wit food for thought for ya mental
We levitate our own credentials to suspend you!
I Soar through da clouds n write my name across da sky wit dis lead pencil
N let Wingman finish grubbin' when I pass da utensil
Givin' bleeding vivid visuals
Causin' fits n cramps like a women blood menstrual

  • Wingman Gerald Green aka Scarface
Laughin' 
While you flappin' 
Like a fish outta the water you ass wish you was back in
Splashin'
After my homie McKoy gave yo ass that lyrical lashin'
 I warned you he was poetically smashin' 
That grimy notebook you wrote yo poetic trash in  
Like a drunk driver he had you crashin' 
While oops upside yo head his rhythm was bashin' 
So hard yo woman dropped her panties and threw yo cash in 
Now you wanna rage
That I shud not let my homie on the stage
Nigga I'm a lyrical O.G., respect my age
Before yo mouth you begin to engage
Or I'll let McKoy ink your obit on the very last page
We roll and ink like an army of one
Bustin' lines of rhymes on yo ass just for fun
Comin' rapid-fire like a Thompson machine gun
Even got yo granny on the run
Mad at you that she got shot
Imma let McKoy spit while the mic still hot
Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare

YUP!
ALL Y'ALL Kick Rocks
You little pis pot
Wingman got da drop n we servin' ya whole posse off or on broadway like Sir-Mix-Alot
TIME FOR SOME ACTION like Redman
It's da MIC DOC!
Checkin' you sick frauds
Denying you access like dem fuckers who keep turnin' my Pops down at da parole board
I hate cops n I hate laws
Some cats still ignorant like race not a issue or cause
We blaze our own trail
I got a problem wit da majority
FUCK DAT!
I got a problem wit authority
N a BIG BEEF wit da government on how dey keep fuckin' da minorities
HORRIBLY!
You messin' wit some O.G, Bosses
Dis is BIG BUSINESS
Ronald Isley
I know some of y'all despise me
I DON'T CARE!
BITE ME!
RESPECT MY SHIT!
You ain't gotta like me
I represent for da unseen n unheard
I'm a LYRICAL SCOURGE!!!
Dat BLOW UP da Room wit one turd
Dreams deferred
Nawh!
It's MLK Reincarnated through my words
Spittin' nouns n verbs
Exposing judicial n radical curves
Hidden by a system dat feed us lies wit corrupt ties
No Mary Blige
Dis is "My Life"
Wingman n Shine sheddin' Light
Evander Holyfield
Da REAL DEAL!
No Prototype
N no nigga we don't spit it alike
We CHOP HEADZ OFF!!!!
Den we give you da MIC.................

  • Wingman Gerald Green aka Scarface
Ooooppps..too late for you to take a stab
McKoy killed the mic and went back to his lab
I guess that means we're thru with this collab

"I LIKE TO COLLABO" 
by Wingman Gerald Green aka Scarface & Ra Shine McKoy aka Shawn Stare