random rhymes from the top of my muthablessin\’ mind

(somebody yells) Moe\’s a S.O.Q.!!!
(moecash\’s longtime buddy SlimDawg chirps in: da heck is daaat?)
ohhhh, he\’s a Son of a Queen,
blessed by a mama who reigned supreme,
for her honor I accomplish thous dreams…
Moe ain\’t nuthin without his MamaCash
Moe don\’t mess with no bumbaclats
Moe knows the struggle, it\’s his backyard.
People bustin\’ they asses, workin\’ real f-ing hard
Economy slowin\’ down, or so they say
People lookin down, instead of lookin\’ UP to Pray
People is me, that should be doin\’ more
People like me, are peeps spiritual to the core
People is we, the ones that cherish our soul more than gold
People like we, people that believe that Faith should never EVER be sold…


I can give you more, but is you ready for what\’s in store?
What if God sent out that Call? Would your Faith be filled with Soul?
See, I can get vicious and vile, drop sickalicious rhymes to beguile,
but I chooses to make Faith worth While… and wake souls up in style.
Please don\’t confuse me with a Saintly Sinner, or a Sinning Saint, but do you see these words that my soul paints?
Livin amongst people that be living in jars, Humanity is the cure to remedy deep scars
our destiny is written within these stars, they\’re our angels that we lost in too many wars…


\”Bringin\’ today the music of tomorrow\”. to cure the pain as well as the sorrow, our pride and ego we must swallow… word to my nig— nah, BRUTHA Hollow.

©2008 M.O.E.C.A.S.H.™IRIE. No parts of or the entirety of this composition may be reproduced without the proper consent and authorization from its author.

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