Trying to feel good. Trying to smile. Trying not to think about thinking and it’s making me ill. Not sick. Fuckin ill. Back on up on that. Or marinade… Well fucking A! Did someone say marinade? Let’s talk preventative theory here. I wanna prevent you from being dry. I want to eat you. I need you to be moist.While the ribs are in the oven. … Continue reading Ribs For Her Pleasure: A Dr. S Chronicle
Im Old Skool Joe and always on the level. I talk a lot of shit so you better bring a shovel. I stick on what I’m writing. Never ever biting. And I don’t give a fuck if you people do not like me. I’m Old Skool Joe the best to ever do it. Been around for years so there is no need to prove it. … Continue reading Rapping With Old Skool Joe
A long long, long, long, long time ago, before the beginning of time, there was these boys. A band… They called themselves 46forum. Everyone they knew though, called them Outkast. These boys you see, were not yet men. They were not… I don’t know how you would say… They were not ahead of their time. They did though live a reality that screamed of the … Continue reading Two Dope Boys in a Mini Van
Criusing in my space ship. I don’ t don’t really have to say shit. I do whatever feels fit. In my space ship. It’s not that I don’t care. Yes it is I don’t care. Cruising in my space ship. Don’t touch my settings. It’s my space ship. Sometimes we hot box in here. Don’t roll the windows down. In my space ship. Do I … Continue reading Hits From The Bong With Spaceman Jones
Yo I’m Old Skool Joe running the blogs with the old school flow, ain’t nothing like the old school though, give me another beat just one more, or just one mo. Wait… fuck you mean no word bro. Dude you just don’t know, listening to chill hop boy you just don’t know. Fool I don’t rap read the fucking magazine it says that. Sit … Continue reading Old Skool Joe Still Smoking
Hey slow down don’t stress out don’t start bugging bee don’t go that route. Just grab a little bag filled with that green then light it on fire and you will see. That life is fun and also short. And that smoking weed is your favorite sport. Then you will laugh and probably eat then dance alone to a funky beat. The moral of the … Continue reading I Can’t Stress It Enough! A Rap By Old Skool Joe
Life is short do what you want. You can either roll sushi or just roll blunts. You can hit the bong or roll a joint. As long as you are high you get the point. You can be a spaceman if that’s your thing. You can rap, deliver pizzas, or even sing. You could even work at a fake magazine. My point is this fuck … Continue reading Getting High And Rapping With Old Skool Joe
A balance of three Simply complicated Yes indeed A demon with wings My sick Wu Tang thing Presents shall devils bring And he shall shall yield Apologize and kneel Secretly scorned by an angel. Such is three so goes me. Continue reading Tattooed Angel Miriam
Boys and girls, listen here there is a new cure to all your woes it starts with your mind do it right and peace you will find. I’ll guide you along the way. The subject is simple, the problems are there all can be solved with attention and care. So what is it we are scared of? Are you strong enough to free your mind? … Continue reading By Appointment Only
No one knows where he came from. He came rhyming his words they all say. He carries a pen and a note pad, but no one can read what it says. So that’s why they call him a doctor! But why is his claimed name an S? Word has it he beats on an old drum, Where all healing and success begins and ends with … Continue reading Dee Oh See Tee Oh Are (S)
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