Abstract Junkie

if you don’t know now you know…cause i get at your head like toupee’s….now take a whiff of my bouquet…

scarves are the new turtle neck…i’ve been sporting scarves since the inception, but now I see more and more peeps wearing them…men and women alike…they really come in handy when your trying to cover up love burns…and they make any gettup switch into 5th gear, unless your rockin’  them with shorts…their is just some ish you just don’t do…like going bare rug on a one night only…don’t invest in real estate…invest in life savers aka the gob stoppers….

so I was hanging out with the POPE the other day…and let me tell, this guy is the quintessential party animal…he is non-stop action…this picture was taken @ 4 in the a.m and we had been partying since 3 days prior..don’t ask me how we ended up chillin’ with Care Bears…last I remember we were trippin balls on acid…those Care Bears are cool people tho’….

Unintentionally you’ve let me see me in a brighter landscape As I ride every breathe you take for the sake of my pop lock and beat break…
But You are more beautiful than hip hop
More beautiful than a verse that compliments a compelling beat
A hook that divides the underground from mainstream mediocrity
Bending every ad-libed phrase that you incorporate into your vocab
To perpertrate and penetrate my mind, body, and soul With blistering flow and excessive flavor
If I can just get a bit of you with some time to spare everything will be groovy bey-bay
I want to visualize the world outwards through your eyes and exchange our place and rhyme so that when something is eating at your insides, I can wipe the tears before you actually cry….sigh….
Cats must think i’m full of shit..
Fuck I can’t even capture what it is
It’s like an impromptu mix of sex appeal and heroine Shot into my veins clogging my ariteries with better parts of me
And I never knew anything more beautiful than hip hop
But somehow I can see it in your scriptures,
Now don’t think that I don’t think it’s fucken crazy How Hip Hop got it’s groove back
Like an unrecorded verse playing cat and mouse with the completion of the greatest ballad
Metaphors of death mutes falling on ears able to hear,
You are the the words in my journal that add up to nothing but have something to say
You are the verses that flag down anticipation When my heart beat is racing to uncover the adjacent
Can you just conjure up the outright greatest hip hop lyric and synthesize it with the dopest most illest, freshest palpitation of heart and sound then imagine me narrating it for you …
Now can you just shout so I can smile
-Ray(ME) Gomez

I wrote this for her…because to me there is nothing more alike than hip hop and her…as with me and her, me and hip hop have gone through lots of ups and downs…but yet and still there is nothing I would rather lose my mind too…

 fellas beware of this bumper sticker…i just got off the phone with my friend mini chiludo…he had been dating this man eater for about 2 weeks…he claims to have no recollection of her other than of this bumper sticker that was attached to the rear bumper of her VW bug..needless to say after their first intimate encounter she went home…and never ever came back…fellas the moral of this story is that you should not only be cautious of women but also of this bumper sticker…some women are ruthless and colder than naked eskimos…

 and i said yeah yeah ima be there….Kanye…Lupe…NERD…and that breezy with the thick thighs who apparently has a problem with getting wet….

 and i don’t mean morning sickness sick..i mean get you laid sick…

yes even you Carlos Mencia!!!