MakaMon

Welcome to the beggining of theme beamin dayz of the week. It's an idea I had a little while ago, and am goin to try and stick to for as long as it it gots some flavouR. Money mondays are goin to be around Tupac, his poetry, life and this will pretty much still for any day of the week cuz I won't limit that at all, but for sure on monday's I'll try and post Lyrics from his best and iLL'st shit. And so to shorten down Makaveli Mondays, I just straight dub'd it MakaMon. The other day I have thought of so far will be just any dope allstart Rapper who rips the mike, or is off the wall different, like BucK 65. and that's gonna go down on WiggittyWiLdWheNzDayz.. . . I'll have to think of something for tomorrow, so lets see how thta turns out. Todayz wonderful masterpiece iz the first Track of off Tupac's Album that came out and was Number one while he was in Jail - Me Agianst the World. I gotta nothin to Lose, cuz it's just.. .
So you might recognized the poppin P's pleasingly pronounced properly by Pac, and if not, maybe next time you wiLL.

They say pussy
and paper
is poetry
power
and pistols
Plottin on
Murderin
Motherfuckers
fore they get you
Picturin
Pitiful
punk niggaz
coppin pleas
Puffin
weed as I
position myself
to clock G's
My enemies
Scatter
in suicidal
situations
Never to
witness
the wicked shit
that they was facin
Pockets
is packed
with presidents,
pursue your riches
Evadin
the playa hatin
tricks,
while hittin switches
Bitches is bad-mouth,
cause brawlin motherfuckers
is bold
But y'all some hoes,
the game should be sold
I'm sick of psychotic
Society
Somebody
save me
Addicted to drama
so even mama
couldn't raise me
Even the preacher
and all my teachers
couldn't reach me
I run in the streets
and puffin weed
wit my peeps
I'm duckin the cop,
I hit the weed
as I'm clutchin my glock
Niggaz is hot
when I hit the block,
what if I die tonight

- Tupac (If I Die 2nite)



LiLz, i hoPe you LiKe: Frida KahLo from JuLY 6, 1907 to JuLY 13, 1954

We know
of an ancient radiation
That haunts
dismembered constellations,
A faintly glimmering
radio station.
While Frank Sinatra sings
Stormy Weather,
The flies and spiders
get along together,
Cobwebs fall
on an old skipping record

- Cake (Frank Sinatra)