69 BLACKNESS

At times I want to leave this realm..
Knowing this life is like a feature film..
Written all over her face,let her eyes provide the script..
She gives a stare that can have a dude on the edge of his seat,ready to bite his fist..
Or lost in space of love,wondering in darkness while the stars in the twilight drift..
Feeling blessed by the Gods to have a wife like this..
Sipping lemon water with kiwi,making love under a Georgia peach tree,trying to justify my slips..
From when I got popped with titties in my mouth,fucking with the queen with locks and tye dye twists..
Who let her hair blow from the A/C in the back of my Camaro talking bout she want to drive my stick..
Had me on some fuck it,if she don't know I won't sacrifice my shit?..
Looking like A Rod in the playoffs, swinging for the fences on that third strike I missed..
Around our seeds walking on egg shells,thinking for a month better choose my words right I guess..
My peeps said I should of been a polygamist,but this the life I picked..
Not shedding a tear,hoping things are getting repaired,with time as my third eye cries drips..
Thinking this shit is tragic,trying to forget the sadness..
While remembering shorty had my dick jumping out my pants like the quickest rabbit..
Running out the picnic basket..
Im in my black Camaro symbolic of my ficticious blackness..
In my heart I want to be with just one,but being with others I must admit a habit..
So it hasn't stopped me from shattering hearts in bits and fragments..
Quick attempts of discipline are like drugs for a junkie who can't resist attraction..
Turned on the car stereo in the garage,radio plays sorry Ms.Jackson..
Holding onto our honey moon photos of our trip to the Aspens..
Smoking cigarettes with the system blasting..
Confused thinking two suns and a wife is the life I imagined..
So why do I feel like this is a situation im trapped in?..
Wishing I cleaned the back of this 69 Camaro,leaving magnum wrappings..
Still acting like Hughie Hefner this shit should have never happened..
Punching the steering wheel thinking that's what I get for traveling fast again..
Thinking there is no walking away unscathed from this accident..
Losing my girl is like losing a bag of gems..
Or walking barefoot on ice rock and not having Timbs..

HOOK:I THINK I SHOULD BURN THIS CAR BEFORE SHE DOES..
NOTHING IN THIS 69 CAMARO CAN TEACH ME LOVE..
ON SOME ANGELA BASSET WITH MATCHES..
I THINK I'LL BURN THE CAR MYSELF IN A SYMBOLIC ATTEMPT..
SO MANY EPISODES IN ITS BACKSEAT I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN..

2nd verse:
It was to Tribes can I kick it and Slick Rick's..
Teenage love that she got pregnant with our first seed in this machine when we made love..
So many things this cars scene(seen)like movie screens straight up..
My pops past it down,having hustle themes in it,as a pimp with themes he dreamed up..
Street schemes to make green bucks..
He even shared stories of cheating on my mother in the backseat,saying keep this between us..
After making money selling product the fiends lust..
To keep his cream up,like it was mixed in the box of wheat from Farina..
He said I would live the same lifestyle,back then the prophecy didn't mean much..
Now this car is starting feel evil like its possessed like Christine was..
Thinking of all the energy vampires that made all of the windows steam up..
Doing the 69 in my 69..
With a stripper tipsy as her hips she wind..
Smoking piff while she sipped the wine..
Doing coke,getting high off my quotes like she sniffed each line..
Let me dead this energy before it gets me time..
I'm looking to be forever free..
Cause it seems even the the leather seats..
Have a permanent cologne stench..
That presents a omen as a constant reminder of me and other women boning..
When dropping her off to work and my children to school while im driving and zoning..
Turn the heat on the radio repeats songs,that sound like people moaning..
I feel like driving this shit off a cliff while keeping my eyes opened..

HOOK:I THINK I SHOULD BURN THIS CAR BEFORE SHE DOES..
NOTHING IN THIS 69 CAMARO CAN TEACH ME LOVE..
ON SOME ANGELA BASSET WITH MATCHES..
I THINK I'LL BURN THE CAR MYSELF IN A SYMBOLIC ATTEMPT..
SO MANY EPISODES IN ITS BACKSEAT I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN..

Tantric Sex By Un

INTRO:Baby blow out those candles...
Im about to give you my key to the universe...
Look at the shape of my key,you like it?
For every key must have a lock to turn...
I need your lock... Lets open chambers yet explored you dig?...

1st verse:
I love ritual sex...
Make sure with every lick that her clit is too wet...
Knowing tantric positions cause planet collisions,see if witches move best...
Release tension and physical stress..
Explosive seeds travel in Ovaries while the radio plays that song from Floetry...
Knowing the more it Flow it trees...
Into a life branch of God is what it grows to be..
Bodily fluids and fruit juice soak the sheets..
As moonlight glows over both physiques..
Let the Sorceress cast spells in my ear while I quote degrees..
I won't let her hypnosis take over me..
Before I go to sleep..
Until then feel her silk skin,let the lotion and milk blend..
Let her know nothing will be hid under concealment..Pentagrams reveal gems..
The scent of hands over lips of real friends..
So high off the love when we come down its like a plane that tailspins..
So express love in Latin and taste the grapes..
Record our little ritual then erase the tape..
Then repeat the cycle and think of all the faces made..
Cause queen right now I need to be inside your sacred place..
You provide the God a great escape..
I'm giving you sunlight,so make my day..

Hook:
LET'S GO DARLING...LET GO BABE...
LET'S MAKE OUR PASSION POUR...
GIVE ME WHAT I'M ASKING FOR...
UNDER A FULL MOON...
WHEN EVERYTHING'S IN RETROGRADE..
LET'S OPEN EVERY CHAKRA INTO A FULL BLOOM..
DURING OUR SEXPOS'E...


Baby your in my world now..
I'm a let my curls out..
Let ya hair go..
Where were going,no need to wear clothes..
I'll nibble on ya bottom lip,kiss my earlobes..
I know the situations intense,don't be scared though..
Let me lick ya candy lips my sweet..
Play with ya nipple through ya brau,removing panties with my teeth..
Let me produce this love song,we'll win grammies if I lead..
The way I master rhythm sections,you'll dig my beats..
Trust me this songs,smooth to vibe..
Making ya boombox soon rock,pulling thongs to the side..
For you my microphone,im honored to rise..
We gon' be in the booth a lil longer tonight..
I love putting honey on ya clit,its a rough mix with eyes drawn to ya thighs..
If you make ya body my sheet all over it,with my tongue I promise to write..
Your my favorite bedtime story,I embrace ya tale..
Admiring every inch on ya page,from ya face to ya waist to heels..
Every paragraph and chapter I take for real..
You get deep under covers,always on the right page so with you late I chill..
Your body language is like words expressing the way I feel..
Best believe your the one i'll make my meal..
So if you want me to take off my superman cape I will..
Remember your my divine earth,providing space to build..

Hook:
LET'S GO DARLING...LET GO BABE...
LET'S MAKE OUR PASSION POUR...
GIVE ME WHAT I'M ASKING FOR...
UNDER A FULL MOON...
WHEN EVERYTHING'S IN RETROGRADE..
LET'S OPEN EVERY CHAKRA INTO A FULL BLOOM..
DURING OUR SEXPOS'E...

Outro:
Damn I want you in every way!!
I need that mah!!
I'm serious...I mean Sirius...
You me and a bowl of fruit...
Why you laughing?!!...I'm so Sirius!!!

THE TWO REVOLUTIONS BY SHAKA SHAKUR

There is a severe difference between the actual Black revolution and the romantic Black Revolution. This essay is a close examination between the two and a close look at what are the gains and losses of both. The first thing we want to ask is what is the difference and if there is a difference to whom does the benefit of either go to? Second we want to ask exactly who is the author of the pro-active Black revolution and who is the author of the reactive version of the Black revolution? Third we have to ask exactly where did we receive the teachings of this romantic version of revolution and how has it affected us?

I’d like to begin by asking you the reader to flash back to all of the images of revolution and struggle you have ever seen. What do you recall about them? If you were
Watching the same T.V. That I have been watching then we all have are the Hollywood versions of guns blazing in the streets and dramatic scenes of heroism. There is no mention of the day-to-day grueling work of organizing the masses to become the fighting forces we see in those movies. It seems as though the very same forces that we say we are fighting are somehow dictating the struggle for liberation for us.

“History best rewards all research” as the saying goes, if so then lets us examine the history of revolution. All have been fought for the basic four principles, which are freedom, justice, equality, and independence. Then there is the issue of land and self-reliance, which are usually the fundamental factors of struggle.

Now keeping in context with the above questions let us begin with the difference in the two versions of revolution. Let’s look at the actual definition of revolution, which is as follows: (Revolution: A forcible overthrow of a government or social order in favor of a new system). Now with that in mind let’s ask this question what exactly is the system of change we intend to bring into being? Before we answer that let’s ask this, what kind of system do we live in now? Is it a Democracy or a Republic? Is it a capitalistic or fascist society? The truth is we are in a system of white nationalism, which skillfully uses elements of all of the above to control and oppress the masses of African people here and all over the world. So with that understanding it should be crystal clear what our mission or objective should be. The objective method or society for the African must be a system of Black Nationalism. Which is a system in which the element of control belongs to the Black man and women. It is only with this system can we guarantee our freedom, justice, independence and equality.

In order to achieve such a goal we must be realistic and very calculated in our approach. In order to rid ourselves of the plague of white racist oppression we must first rid ourselves of the white mentality that we harbor deep within our own minds. Very often I hear people say that they are tired of talking and marching, Tired of demonstrating and some are even tired of teaching the message of revolution to the masses. To me that is quite amazing after all I thought the purpose of knowledge was to give it to those who do not have it. And as for demonstrating and marching those are weapons or tactics that are used in the first phase of a protracted struggle. Why you cannot wage a complete war unless you follow these series of steps. To begin with we must start to establish institutions that give our people some solid relief from the pains of this system.

Many of us talk about revolution yet we take no practical steps towards it. There are those of us who think that our anger will be all we need to fight and win this, to them I say, “this anger alone will not feed, cloth or shelter the masses of Africans”.

The only thing that will do this is the serious work of building institutions such as schools, hospitals, factories, banks, etc, and then when we have those things in motion we must focus on self-defense but not just mad black men and women. We must be a well-trained well-disciplined force built on the morals of the African mind set, and not the savage mind set of our enemy the white man. We must develop our minds to a level unlike that of which many of us can even imagine. Many of us like to para phrase people like Malcolm x, Dr.Khallid etc, yet how many of us will choose to study and dedicate ourselves to the countless hours of thankless work that these individuals endured. Each of these men preached a doctrine of Black Nationalism and self –defense, and each of these men had an undying love for our people even when our people did not love them in return.

This is just a small example of the level of commitment to the work that must be done. There is a huge difference between a rebel and a revolutionary. The rebel kicks and screams raises all sorts of hell sort of like the junkyard dog that barks and growls all the time. Yet just like that junkyard dog the minute the rebel is presented with the opportunity to actually set in and change the conditions that cause the misery and pain the barking stops or if we are not careful the dog will turn on you and I.

The revolutionary on the other hand spends all of the time plotting and planning for concrete change to their conditions for the revolutionary knows that the only solution is revolution which is to bring about complete constructive change, the serious revolutionary knows this can only be done by having a close analytical examination of the facts. As well as knowing that the task will not be a short or easy road.
The rebel really wants to be a part of the society that he/she barks at, kicks and screams at. Why the only reason the rebel rebels is because they feel left out of the oppressors system and they use the preface of revolution to express their immediate short-term anger.

We live in an age of computers and my space cyber societies. Every so often I look at the pages of some of the folks who claim to be revolutionaries and what I see are mixed messages. For instance they will have a picture of Malcolm x, Che’, and the red, black and green flag right next to a picture of half dressed sisters a big SUV with twenty two inch rims, diamonds and a big money roll. That is the mind state of the rebel who is mad at their current situation but not at the whole system of exploitation.

The revolutionary has no faith or spends no time trying to fix or support this decadent system why the only answer to the revolutionary is to destroy the system and construct a new one. The only language or thought of the revolutionary is the language or thought of nationalism. It was white nationalism that brought you and I here in shackles and chains and it will take Black Nationalism to break you and I free from those chains there is nothing else that is going to do it. For too long we have followed the leadership of rebels instead of revolutionaries it is time to change that. I will end with these thoughts
First in order for us to see real principled struggle we must first start with how we treat one another and ourselves. It is imperative that we begin to examine the effects of post-traumatic slave disorder and how it is preventing us from moving into the future as a strong and upright nation. We must examine our moral character how can we move past oppression when we have the same filthy habits as our oppressor like smoking, drinking lust, and greed. It is impossible to do and by the way I too suffer from all the ills I write about there is no you with out me and no me without you.

We must also have a good look at the spiritual aspect of struggle and where it fits in. I recently got into a conversation and the topic was study and the importance of it. The person said to me “why do we need to study that ain’t gonna help us to fight this war if that is all it takes we would be free by now” all I could do was shake my head sigh.

But then I took a real close look at the big picture I have come to the realization that a lot of our people lack the basic skills of reading writing and comprehension, which is a topic for another time. It just goes to show that this struggle is going to require more than just anger and short-term views. So too all the rebel junkyard dogs I say this “your barking will not do anymore the age of the Black reactionary romantic revolution is over and it is now time for the black revolutionary and Black Nationalism to step up and take over.

Long lives the spirit of Black Nationalism

“The greatest weapon of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed” — Steve Biko,

ALCOHOL COMPANIES AND SYMBOLISM,DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DRINKING?

I was walking the streets of Manhattan and happened to pass a alcohol beverage truck,that was advertising this particular bottle of vodka.With understanding of who corporately owns and runs these companies.I began to think of the symbolism in this particular corporate advertisement.I began to quickly run through my personal observations in looking to decode what the possible meaning could be of this logo.

I instantly got the feeling of light and darkness being conveyed as it quite often seems to be a universal theme.Through the name alone ''Apollo'' Which of course is the Olympian deity historically noted to be the famous Greek god of the light and the sun..Apollo is also recognized as the God of medicine and Truth and prophecy,as well as poetry.Apollo during what I believe to be the 3rd century was always depicted as a young handsome beardless male figure.

My first question is why?...Does a corporation pushing a product that not only when consumed in excess,intoxicates people and causes them to lose their faculties,be named after a sun deity,''light'',who is attributed to being a God also of medicine and fine arts?...Or things that pertain to human development and well being.The deeper research would also have me discover this information.

''It has also suggested that Apollo comes from the Hurrian and Hittite divinity, Aplu, who was widely evoked during the "plague years". Aplu, it is suggested, comes from the Akkadian Aplu Enlil, meaning "the son of Enlil", a title that was given to the god Nergal, who was linked to Shamash, Babylonian god of the sun.''

The people who run these companies in my eyes are very aware of mythology and occult sciences and have no intention of using this knowledge to uplift humanity.Instead they use this information to further their ritualistic magic and dark occult agendas.They use motifs and images associated with light to subconsciously have ill effects on the public.

The second blatant thing I noticed was the placement of the lettering spelling the words ''APOLLO'' being spelled on top cleverly in black and in bold print NIGHT in a light masonic blue with a eight pointed star representing the dot above the I in the word NIGHT.With the opposite side repeating the same stylizing of the words.This time with it saying WHITE in a bold light masonic blue,with vodka written this time in black.

CHECKERED BOARD SYMBOLIZES THE DUALITY OF LIGHT AND DARKNESS...
8 POINTED STAR REPRESENTS MORE SUN SYMBOLISM...
THIS IS BAPHOMET THE SYMBOL OF LIGHT,THIS 19TH CENTURY DEPICTION IS BY THE OCCULTIST ELIPHAS LEVI.THE HAND POSITIONING I ASSOCIATE WITH THE DUALITY OF LIGHT AND DARKNESS,REPRESENTED ON THE APOLLO WHITE NIGHTS VODKA BOTTLE.


BAPHOMET THE TWO HANDS REPRESENT WHAT IS CALLED ''HERMETICISM'', ''The one pointing up to the white moon of Chesed, the other pointing down to the black one of Geburah. This sign expresses the perfect harmony of mercy with justice.''...''DUALITY''

Also who were the ''WHITE KNIGHTS''...The White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan was considered the most militant as well as the most violent Ku Klux Klan in history. They originated in Mississippi in the early 1960s under the leadership of Samuel Bowers, its first Imperial Wizard. The White Knights of Mississippi was formed in 1964, and it included roughly 200 members of the Original Knights of Louisiana. The White Knights were not interested in holding public demonstrations or in letting any information about themselves get out to the masses. Similar to the United Klans of America (UKA), the White Knights of Mississippi were very secretive about their group. They were formed in 1963, and within a year, their membership was up to around six thousand, and they had Klaverns in over half of the counties in Mississippi. By 1967, the number of active members was only around four hundred.

I AM JUST GIVING MY TAKE ON THIS,IT IS JUST MY VIEW POINT AND ASSESSMENT!!!!

WHILE WHERE AT IT..LOL...LET'S DISCUSS ''PATRON''...
1 a : a person chosen, named, or honored as a special gaurdian, protector, or supporter b : a wealthy or influential supporter of an artist or writer c : a social or financial sponsor of a social function (as a ball or concert)...Hmmm got me wondering why this the beverage of choice by rappers these days!!!
2 : one that uses wealth or influence to help an individual, an institution, or a cause
3 : one who buys the goods or uses the services offered especially by an establishment
4 : the holder of the right of presentation to an English ecclesiastical benefice
5 : a master in ancient times who freed his slave but retained some rights over him...Again...Hmmm what are the coincidences?...These are just my own personal views,nothing written in stone...
6 [French, from Middle French] : the proprietor of an establishment (as an inn) especially in France
7 : the chief male officer in some fraternal lodges having both men and women members

Ever took notice of that stylized ''A'' in the word ''PATRON''...Oh by the way fellas contrary to the songs dudes sing it isn't PA''TRON'' IT IS ''PATRON''....English class homie!!!
Back to that ''A''
There we go...In my eyes it looks like a Masonic compass and a square...Not to blow the brotherhood up...But I just want some normal people to be in the light!!...I could be wrong it may just be the companies depiction of a ''A'' on the bottle.
What's with that bumble bee though?

THE THIN LINE BY JUJU HERU ''J MILITANT''

Its a thin line between a preacher and a pimp..
A prophet and a profit even Malcolm had a limp..
Am I wrong if I admire both sides of the fence?..
Since common sense is out the window in my hood Gorillas,killas,control dollars which makes cents and vixens look so tempting..
Do I want to follow the ghost of my ancestors jumping of the ships?..
Or the models wiggling them hips,hi heels,ass out,tattoo,strawberry fragrance gloss moistening lips..
Black America can we one day do for self?..
Have our own denominations representing our wealth?..
$1G's represents Noble Drew Ali, $5G's for Garvey?..
If we applied scientific mastery manifest destiny?..
Watch communities bloom thoughts gestating inside the womb,giving birth to beautiful babies..
Who inherit a world disease free..
Not alcoholic beverages and prison targeted,marketed..
Gentrified living in and eating garbage..
Soon as they move out they bring in real fruit markets..
For a couple of generations,give the European back their narcissist thought..
Using melanin force..
Following a path that the Ancestors walked..
Through hell they fought,once sold and bought..
And for what?..To dribble a ball down the basketball court?
How we still don't know our language,NATIONAL,the difference between artificial and NATURAL..

MYSTERY TEACHINGS REVISED FROM JANUARY 2008

Want to know how sick I be?..
A growing epidemic,why resist my speech?..
In the air,I can flow plagues..
With emotions of fallen angels,in snow flakes..
Explaining pain,niggas feel that won't go away..
Understanding criminals infront of corner stores who blow haze..
Frustrated,discussing plans to rob banks from no pay..
A five star general,understanding Baphomet..
Doing expose's at Bohemian Grove lakes..
White Knights,knowing scale of coke weight..
So I sung this song..
Wondering what's worst,a world of niggas uninformed?..
Or military cops,making your crib a cell,when the guns been drawn?..
When you dummies,g'on see somethings wrong?..
Without making false voices of concern and worry so cleshea ..
Screaming power to the people,when they invade your P.J.'s..
You in the club,them too,discussing plans to put ya mom's in a deep grave..
I tell my sun's let's get this Euro and split it in three ways..
Before 2012..
Let's get together homie,stop doubting ourselves..

Hook:I'm into mystery schools..
Deep classes..
Loving the smell of a rose..
I'll let you civilize the masses..
I'm into mystery schools..
Deep classes..
Loving the smell of a rose..


I write a concrete verse..
For the street clerks..
Customers,hustlers,pimps,prostitutes making their knees hurt..
As a method of getting high and feeding they seed's first..
It's done vividly,yet written deliberately ..
Instead of fronting as if it's really deep work..
I manifest what's unexplained,Atlantean's under the sea first..
Yet I love heroin slang,hood nigga's talking bout they product cheaper..
Analyzing Africans in the district,moving knock off sneakers..
I inherit a crown stolen,,
From suns of god golden..
Watching old niggas do the heroin nod with arms swollen..
I follow snow bunnies,enter the hole then..
Strip her naked and grabbed the rabbit ears..
She reps a system I got to rape and take out the stratosphere..

Hook:I'm into mystery schools..
Deep classes..
Loving the smell of a rose..
I'll let you civilize the masses..
I'm into mystery schools..
Deep classes..
Loving the smell of a rose..

Dehumanization

1st.verse
Fuck relying on religion and alcoholism...
We got new shit to make niggas minds small prison's...
Poisoning foods and technology making them fall victim...
We have the best biochemist and Euginecist so these zombies won't tear down walls of Britain..
We control the industry made of occult musicians...
Performing sorcery and black magic to enslave every time y'all listen...
We display our symbols of existence,used on everything you eat,drink and listen to...
All the way down to what's medicinal..
So you stay focused on lies constantly resisting truth..
You fucking monkeys took Barack, so you proved you'll take whatever we're giving you..
Your life once was organic now things fall apart The Roots are living proof..
You silly niggas can't even see this message with correct perspective,thinking Un's dissing groups..
Instead of acknowledging you broke branches,that could of helped you reach forbidden fruit..
So scared of yourself,you don't know if you got triple six in you?..
Niggas claim they god acting primal susceptible to swine flu,motherfucker whose kidding who?..
Your baby momma needs to be questioned on why she got pregnant,during the recession..
So we'll send over a agent she'll be forced to let in..
For further testing,giving her anti depressants..
You don't know how to live like clouds move,everyday hoping you can drive the best Benz..
Your already on the slave ship about to be traded,your birth records invaded and your assets raided..
We show where the lines crossed,you don't understand maritime law..
So your life were fishing through,your distracted by Christian views,everything biblical and physical..
By the way were closer to cloning dumb niggas to be soldiers,so when it's shot,just know it isn't you..

Hook:I'm lost their confusing my statements..
In a room full of agents..I don't know what i'm saying..
I was feeling good yesterday,but today I hate things..
I don't know i'm in control,I feel inside that i'm vacant..
Your under mind control nigga dehumanization..



2nd verse.
See if in his mind the program fits..
Replace his hands,wrists..
Just as easy as a mother does with her child removing some damp mits..
With artificial shit used to advance mechanics..
Make sure the radio frequencies surpasses the skeletal and gets on the right bandwith...
So we can serve these niggas over the net like Pete Sampras..
As soon as we get security clearance to plant chips..
We can bring a new world order a kingdom messianic..
Our God gave us second chances..
To do what's best for humanity and keep these niggas under trances..
Order out of chaos so maybe next summer we'll make everybody panic..
But fuck it for now,let them do the new party dances..
And drink all the Bacardi they can sip..
Cause we can make all the bio hazardous waste to make man sick..
Fucking robots,looking on websites to find where Jay's next videos shot,or who across the country ran bricks..
Distracted by who one the championship..
This fucking game is going so well we can't quit..
Playing with all our cards like Gambit..
We got everything under control,when it comes to the souls..
These niggas are like children playing duck,duck,goose,goose..
Even when they aren't talking in their ear they kept the blue tooth..
Their made for us to laugh at,like Kanye West and his best boo boo's..
Just as you thought we were done,this shit will get crucial..



Hook:I'm lost their confusing my statements..
In a room full of agents..I don't know what i'm saying..
I was feeling good yesterday,but today I hate things..
I don''t i'm in control,I feel inside that i'm vacant..
Your under mind control nigga dehumanization..