Lost Kings

Why do kings fight over kingdoms?
is it greed? wealth? love? power?
or is it jus errybodys got a lil thug in em

Studio 54

my lord clubs need to go back to the roots maan

sink sunk sank

its a very weak feeling when your in a situation and you can do absolutely nothing towards fixing it. you have to depend on the other half to fill in the blank for resurrection. no matter how many words you spit outta your mouth, how many gestures you throw across the table, nothing works for shit. you just begin to sink deeper n deeper until your about to lose it n you realize to jus let go and let it play out,cuz in the end everything jus plays out, it will all come back to you somehow,someway.hopefully this wont backfire on me.

Chuck Close

this man is pretty ridiculous,
master of photorealism...
and yes these are paintings

When Angels Misbehave

the old as rebels, the young as wise men,
nuns as sinners and sinners are golden,
low on cancer,another shame to name
welcome bairn,welcome to the blame

Rjd2

rjd2 at the el rey.this tuesday,april 6th.
5515 wilshire blvd. los angeles
if you consider yourself a connoisseur of beats n what not...
your not if you miss this
click the title for a link to tickets

Bring Me One Who Can Champion God

the man stood up and executed the challengers with vocal bullets.one after another they came asking kindly for the man with a seasoned,leather face to leave the arena for he was a disturbance. Now I, stooped in my eagles eye den locked onto the subject forgetting the main purpose why i'm in the arena in the first place. The final challenger came in, a skinny,acne-ridden manager. "Sir you must leave" she said. "Fuck you!" he replied. "You cant budge the coming of christ! Bring me one who can champion god!"
this man made my month.

what does it take to make you scream

o dayum yo ass is steezy

you stylish bastards,

یکی برای من بیاورید که می تواند قهرمان خدا

im stuck in the midst of a mental war

make sure the king wont grant the dead man one more day

let's go out and see darling
what shines tonight
and temper your dream about the dying horse
with traffic, noise, and light
and somewhere the soft-handed boys,
bleeding hearts, and worker bees
give to the holy mother begging change
Christ across her knees

and oh how she prays to find a man to blame
for every loveless night she waits
and for every gun that she frowned upon
but still some fucker made
and then for the kid beneath the balcony
behind the garbage can
who waits for the king to come
and hold his sweating hand

What We Live 4

the homie peebee throws down on the blog What We Live 4.
the illest of ill,
scope his shit,you wont be disappointing. click on the title to mob to it

Brad-a-palooza

happy birthday my maan,
twass a rich night,lotta ill homies showed up,lotta lost faces found,home of the og suppa blunt hah
caant wait for the 2nd annual brad-a-palooza

One Common Word

yo scoope these thundacats out,
straight smashin beats left n right,
the squad:smurf,leadfinger,crooks,badmouth, and shamen.
stay villainous
http://www.myspace.com/authorunknownleadfinger

3rd Annual Nash Bash

thanks to all the homies that wished me a happy birthday,shit was a maaad success.
pprk fa lyfe ya dig,
for we are the madmen who can trample an empire down