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    Poems Of Thh Street, From The Street, By The Street, For The Street

    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



    And bros - remember....


    THE STREET SHALL MAKE US FREE

    #2
    Dan Severn loves raping people.

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      #3
      You got to listen to your heart
      listen to the beat
      listen to the rhythm
      the rhythm of the street

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        #4
        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

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          #5
          Originally posted by Permalost View Post
          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.



          Dan Severn loves raping people.

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            #6
            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 shit 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 shit 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.
            I thought I spelled it wrong, but as I said I'm a mechanic not an English professor.

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              #7
              Chun chun chun

              needles.. lava...

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

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

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                #8
                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.
                Last edited by Mr. Machette; 8/04/2015 2:46am, .

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                  #9
                  Street this and street that

                  Is there deadly wing chun.. without a cat?


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

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                    #10
                    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.

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                      #11
                      "Kill

                      Kill
                      Kill

                      The black man"

                      Phil Elmore
                      Ne Obliviscaris

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