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Sam Losco
7/29/2015 4:15pm,
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge...

The wisdom of the Streets is indeed not only impressive but sometimes it tells us stories hat might be too much for feeble estrogenic minds... But I bet that we, being the Chosen People of the Streets we obviously are - we all have our fascinating and inspiring words of True Street Hardness to share...

Let the Street flow into you!

Share YOUR wisdom for your fellow Street Brothers!

I will reveal my insight on this topic in another message, but meanhilw I will represent you a poem I wrote while meditating on the smell of liquid, fresh asphaklt poured on the innocent ground soon to be hardened into a Street...

"Those Of The Street"

Storms of concrete
Bring my sensei
Winds of fight
Bring my instructor
Summoning the ancients of t3h real krav maga
Calling from the shadows of real fights
Standing on the parking lot of might
Raising streetfighting legion up high
Gathered in the ancient subway station
Celebrating seeds of all powerful techniques
To the sounds of cracking jaws
In the testosterone night
Those of the Street, so full of might
Like the most effective dreams
So unreal but true
Boxing priest speaks
All hail thee!!
Bring to me
The roundhouse kick
Chanting to the bringer of takedowns
God of elbow strikes
Hiding in the veil of eyegouging
As the mighty street legion attacks
Those of the Street, so full of might,
Like the dreams of liquid concrete
So hard but so FUCKED

http://mashitout.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/6243-streetfigtherjulia.jpg

And bros - remember....


THE STREET SHALL MAKE US FREE

Holy Moment
7/29/2015 5:16pm,
As you set out for Streetica
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Ninjas and Chunners,
angry BJJ fighters—don’t be afraid of them,
for they are pussies.
As long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Ninjas and Chunners,
wild BJJ fighters—you will make them burst into tears
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into stretches of asphalt seen for the first time;
may you stop at Dairy Queen parking lots
to beat the **** out of some strangers,
mothers with baby carriages, drunks migrating from Denny's,
overweight gynos of every kind—
as many overweight gynos as you can;
and may you visit many New Jersey cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their PitFighters.

Keep Streetica always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the pavement,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Streetica to make you rich.

Streetica gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now (Except everything).

And if you find her poor, Streetica won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Streeticas mean.

big maclol
7/31/2015 8:26am,
You got to listen to your heart
listen to the beat
listen to the rhythm
the rhythm of the street

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7/31/2015 11:32am,
Nightman, sneaky and mean
Spider inside my dreams, I think I love you
You make me wanna cry
You make me wanna die
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
I love you Nightman

Every night you come into my room
and pin me down
with your strong arms
you pin me down
and I try to fight you
you come inside me
you fill me up and I become the Nightman

It's just two men sharing the night
It might seem wrong
But it's just right!
It's just two men sharing each other
It's just two men like loving brothers
One on top and one on bottom
One inside and one is out
One is screaming he's so happy
The other's screaming a passionate shout


It's the Nightman
The feelings so wrong and right, man
They're feeling so wrong and right, man


I can't fight you, man
When you come inside me
And pin me down with your strong hands
And I become The Night
The passionly passionate Nightman

Holy Moment
7/31/2015 2:55pm,
Nightman, sneaky and mean
Spider inside my dreams, I think I love you
You make me wanna cry
You make me wanna die
I love you I love you
I love you I love you
I love you Nightman

Every night you come into my room
and pin me down
with your strong arms
you pin me down
and I try to fight you
you come inside me
you fill me up and I become the Nightman

It's just two men sharing the night
It might seem wrong
But it's just right!
It's just two men sharing each other
It's just two men like loving brothers
One on top and one on bottom
One inside and one is out
One is screaming he's so happy
The other's screaming a passionate shout


It's the Nightman
The feelings so wrong and right, man
They're feeling so wrong and right, man


I can't fight you, man
When you come inside me
And pin me down with your strong hands
And I become The Night
The passionly passionate Nightman

Hell.

Yes.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5LhB2X0cuA


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oL71mUJm4FY

slamdunc
7/31/2015 2:59pm,
As I wandered around my north side hood;
no fear, no worries, it was all good.
I ventured to the west side one Friday night;
the **** I saw there, oh, what a fright.
The sidewalks were covered with needles and glass;
if I go to the ground here, that’s the end of my ass.
Wandering around here is different indeed;
a concealed Glock, yeah, that’s what I really need.

I trained, fought and practiced, making a name for myself;
in the tournament circuit, the trophies spoke for themselves.
A false sense of security, now that’s what I had;
with all of these ribbons and trophies, I’m some kind of bad.
So how did I end up on the sidewalk, flat on my ass?;
I am down on the ground with the needles and glass.

Something went wrong, my eye-poke didn't work;
monkey stole the peach but all he did was jerk—
my legs from beneath me and I’m vulnerable now;
his leg-scissors around my neck, I’ll bite his balls, Ouch!
I got the inner thigh, close enough, and a plug I did take;
it may not kill him, but it gave me my break.
I’m off and running now, wow, what a lesson;
from now on, I’ll stay for the ground fighting session.
Combat cuddling, ha ha, I used to make fun of that;
if I knew how to RNC him, I wouldn’t have to bite his sack.

The bangers and hos there don’t know or care if I’m tough;
they see it, they want it, they’ll try to take my stuff.
They come at me now there’s one or two or three;
Baby’s out of the cradle, I aims for his knee.
The others run like bitches when the shots ring out;
Glock is better than my kung fu, not a bit of doubt.

When we were young, my buddies and I;
would head south and try to pick fights.
It was different time, place and day;
they play for keeps now, fewer tough guys today.
We used to kick, knee, chop, punch and jab;
sometimes it worked out, other times it was bad.
Most of us made it out of the old neighborhood;
we survived in a place that is now not so good.

The moral I project in this impromptu rhyme;
When **** hits the fan, I am ready with mine.
I’m not so tough, not so mean and not so street;
My best weapons aren’t my hands or my feet.
When I feel the danger and think fight? or run?;
I don’t have to kick ass, I just have to get to my gun.

big maclol
8/02/2015 11:54pm,
Chun chun chun

needles.. lava...

CRASHING... DOWN.... on my anti-grapple...

Everybody snap their fingers... make love to the night baby....

Mr. Machette
8/04/2015 3:14am,
Fear not the broken glass
The HIV
The road rashed guiche
Fear not the laval flow
The double leg
The traingle hold
Turn peril glorious victory
Gouge spiteful eye
Bite fetid groin
Hook not fish but face
Check not self but oil
The street knows no names
Only blood
The street knows no mercy
Only CHUD
By stolen peach may warrior heart soar aloft
As mighty Pegasus and Hippogryph
FULL. METAL. P3NOR.

big maclol
8/15/2015 10:00pm,
Street this and street that

Is there deadly wing chun.. without a cat?


and by cat I mean *****, Wussy woe me, the street call thee, T3h deadlee.

FinalLegion
8/15/2015 10:29pm,
I am The Man of Chun
And none do I fear
For I have teh real deadly
My mighty roar, all shall hear

Come BJJ, JJJ, Judo, MMA
Come grapplers all
Feel the power of teh eye gouge
By my fingers you will fall

Come Muay Thai, come Kyokushin
Come all strikers, of iron hands and feet
Feel the power of teh trapping
You shall weep in defeat

I am THE CHUN!
I am mighty and real!
All others are third class
My glory none can steal

C-H-U-N, bitches.

Kovacs
8/16/2015 5:49am,
"Kill

Kill
Kill

The black man"

Phil Elmore