As We Lay...

As you lay...
I walk in the room and see you
Curled in the bed like a fetus
Your head slightly protrudes from the covers
Just enough to see strands of your hair graze you silky skin

As you lay...
I want to wake you, but I refrain
Angels need rest too
Oh how I wish I were the cover and sheets
That sandwich you...what a meal you are

As you lay...
I hear your soft breaths as they fill the air with freshness
[Sniff air] Oh how sweet those lips must be
A treat that only your lip gloss can achieve...at this point
You shuffle and whisper, "Come"

As you lay...
I lay with you
Wrapping my arms around you in efforts to be one with you
Lets paint this room red as our hearts leak into one another
Producing the perfect coat

As we lay...
Stroke after stroke of the perfect coat is flawless as it sets in
Lets sleep in through the next morning as if time is irrelevant
As the paint still dries
We get high...off love, life, and catch a contact from each other

As we lay

McFly the Dude

Greetings and salutations earthlings...as I come down from the stratosphere bumping Devin the Dude's "Who's That Man Mama" I decided to grace y'all with a little Devin flow of my own. Check out the beat and repeat...

You asking me to clean up my act
Cause it's a fact
I'm known to fuck bitches, smoke green, and sip Jack
I go from city to city
Showing no pity
Wreck shop on big broads on down to itty bitties
Titty committees that is...I'll take a bow
Then whip my dick out and set it right on her brow
So she can see when I'm coming
To her neck of the woods
Careful on what leaves to touch
Poison Ivy s'not good
All I hear is, "McFly, could you come in me please?"
I say, "Bitch get on yo knees, or I'm grabbing my keys"
She starts to go to work at it
After shouting my name
Making hoes get strange for change
Call me Jang-a-lang
Now back to the whip, no more action inside
I only fuck with fresh apples, her's is like cherry pie
I'm not dipping or tripping when it comes to this pimping
I'm just looking for a bitch, while I'm smoking and sipping

Number Crunching

you + me = ecstacy
and the division of us is impossible
as if zero was the denominator
the multiplication of our bodies
couldn't explain the exponential growth
that we have
when locked in a room with nothing but...
whip cream, rose petals, handcuffs, and a thirst for sex
your ass is like a bell-shaped curve
as you lay on the bed chest down
waiting for my normal distribution all across your x-axis
as i lick the back of your thighs
your back becomes arched like a parabola
as if u could reach and touch ur own toes
the infinite possibilities marks our sexcapades
just as my tongue does when it form figure 8's around ur breasts
oh let me count the ways
the ways to please you
stepping outside the parentheses
not caring if we add or multiply our bodies first
as long as my nature isn't subtracted from your equation
24 x 365 = 8,760
the number of hours i could spend trying to solve your problem
(add an extra 24 if it's a leap year)
your sine laid atop my cosine means constant tangebility
now all that's left is to calculate the orgasms...

Laguna

Not only do I fiend for your taste

I look forward to your scent which makes my salivary glands moist

Oooooh....your like an M&M how you melt in my mouth

And not in my hand

I graze your cutaneous land

In search of your strawberry patch

Oh what a match we are

As you palm fuses with mine

Your supple breasts are like hershey kisses

And juices are like wine....better with time

Oh how I'm engulfed in your vaginal hurricane

Which ends with light winds against my mane

My natural lion, you can't tame

Only attempt to contain as I ordain....you

The recipient of the butcher's meat

None other can compete

As I send chills from your earlobes down to your feet

Maybe next week

We'll have a retreat

To discuss the astonishing feat

We achieved on the beach..........that night

Love Ventricular Tachycardia

What's making love
When we could be in love
Holding your hand
While strolling the endless land
That is only known to us
I want to be with you...better yet
I want you to be a part of me
My natural pacemaker (oh)
My heart just skipped a beat
Flutters and fibrillation
Unstoppable palpitations
Can only be suppressed
When I've reached your destination
Now that's mental stimulation
But what about the physical
Nah, I'm more for spiritual
Cause if our souls collide
The orgasm would leave us in critical...condition that is
Now only if I could silence your adlibs
You wouldn't have to worry about your sister next door
All up in our biz
But some things are uncontrollable
Like love at first sight
Or even ecstasy at first touch
The strokes from my pen leave the paper wet
But my tongue could do just that much...more

True Love

If you want to understand my love for music, simply read this while you listen to the music. Maybe one day you'll understand. Enjoy...

Hi-Tek feat. J Dilla, Marsha Ambrosius, Common, Nas, Common - "Music for Life"

[NEXT MESSAGE]

[Message #1: J Dilla]
Yo, I don't know where to start
Uh, check it out, music is - my total existence, dawg, straight up
Everything with my life revolves around music
It's like... you can't get a relationship with..
I'm still with.. my first love which is music
You'know'what'I'm'sayin'?, fo'real
The reason I'm here is.. is J Dilla, just like that, peace

[END OF MESSAGE]
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[Verse One: Nas]
Yea, yea
It started with rhythms I heard listenin' to the wall
The bouncin' of basketballs on playgrounds and all
The empty bottles that's hollow, wind blowin' inside 'em
The flow and the rhymin' got my alignment to a Science
Mixin' with my moms in the kitchen, them spoons rattlin'
Pots and pans, faucet water pourin', tunes managin'
To come from all the fussin' and ramblin'
What I noticed was -- pure music, untampered with
By things show biz does; older thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug, juice from the street light
It almost could have blowed us up
Crates of records, great sessions had the whole hood jammin'
Large speakers, fresh made, smell the wood sandin'
Father did his blues smooth, legendary jazz man
Saw his wife secondary to his true passion
Started with my crew rappin', new jacks in '82
Never looked back, now look what it changed me to.. music

[Chorus #1: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry]
We gotta believe the future
We gotta believe the past
We gotta believe in more
Didn't know that we had it
We gotta believe each other
We gotta open up our minds
'Cause music is for life.. for life

[NEXT MESSAGE]

[Verse Two: Hi-Tek]
Uh, what's the difference between me and you?
It's that I'm real kind show, this rap shit, I'd really do it
My whole life man is really music
Through my bass line, I'm livin' through it
Another expression of life, I couldn't live without it
I like my music pure, not watered down
DAMN!, it felt good to fulfill the dreams of gettin' out the hood
Kept me busy, gave me a chance to stop sellin' drugs
Spinnin' time in the basement kept me from actin' up
Zonin' out, wishin' Dre. could check it out
I'm here now, I can't believe it, Proof in the puddin'
Everything happened for a reason
Through this music I'm able to feed the family
When I'm stressed out, it's my insanity
It's a life style, all in the streets and in Hollywood
Music in my DNA, it's my livelihood.. music

[Chorus #2: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry]
We gotta believe the children
We gotta believe in hope
We gotta believe in more
Didn't know that we'd know
See we gotta believe each other
We gotta open up our minds
'Cause music is for life.. for life

[NEXT MESSAGE]

[Verse Three: Common]
Keep the music alive
The good and the strong survive
I closed my eyes and imagined I was 'Jackson Five'
Randy and Michael goin' through life cycle
Music alive leader, let life go
So vital to a youngster, comin' up amongst street hustlers
The big be the toucher's, since such a special place
Givin' the ghetto a taste of what freedom is like
I reached a point in my life where I was needin' the mic
No second guessin', self-expression in lessons learned
Aggression, became sessions where sessions burned
Put my soul into it, 'naw my feet is firm
And the game, where name is hard to earn
And hot cat's career gets scared and burn
Through the years, mine took a Godly turn
This is the story of my life here trapped in a verse
No matter the money or the movies, music is first, yea..

[Chorus #1: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry]

[Chorus #2: Marsha Ambrosius of Floetry]

[NEXT MESSAGE]

[Message #2: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo, Hi-Tek whattup?, you know who this is
It's your boy Busta Bus down, Flip Mode Squad, aiight
Now, you know, this is serious thing behind the music that we're doing
It's like.. music, for me man, it mean, it means everything, feel me
You know when we going through, our personal stripes in life
You'know'what'I'm'sayin', we get up in that studio
close that door, lock ourselves in, that little four-wall space man
Get in the vocal booth and become whoever you wanna be
Express whatever you wanna feel, you'know'what'I'mean?
When you going through your most frustrating time in life
You'know'what'I'm'sayin', you can realize that..
When you can't find nobody else to speak to
You can speak through the music
Help other people feel your pain, your struggle, your passion
You'know, what you live and die for, your values in life
You'know'what'I'mean?, music man
Is the voice of every being in the Universe
What God had provided for us to communicate, when all else fails
It's what allows us to be able to connect
With touching our hearts & the soul of the streets

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[Message #3: J Dilla]
Yo, I'ma Rosemont legend nigga, I'ma felony nigga
Keep rollin' the motha'fuckers in my nigga
Like the bait, they..they.. hopin' on it
When the bait go in nigga, they can't playa hate on it
I'm comin' back niggaz, stronger than ever
Watch this nigga, bony bones, clever if ever
Playa hater, can't motha'fucker, fuck with this
My baby momma even talk about my shit, haha
I'm hotter than hot, hotter, what?, tell 'em boo
(Hang up the damn phone), yea, I'm on, alright
Bony bones in the house, nigga

Acceptance

There was a time in my life when I wasn't accepting of a lot of things, but oh how times have changed. My eyes were stuck in tunnel vision only to be blinded by light at this point now in my life. I feel better, breathe better, think clearer, and have an overall sense of worth for my personal growth. Everything and every person that comes in your life is a blessing no matter how you take it. It may not always be something you like and it may not always be attainable again, but regardless, it molds you into who you are. From the slow pace of Tampa to the rat race in DC...I am me. From the Ghetto Dope days to The Shining's ways...I am me. From constantly surrounded by box Chevies on 26's to the endless numbers of Range Rovers...I am me. There's not enough ink in the world to dip my feathered pen in to share my thoughts. I'm the first to admit I am not perfect, but I love being perfectly unperfect.

M.N.

Menage a trois [Me, You, & Dilla]

[Common feat. D'Angelo "Geto Heaven Pt. 2" from Like Water for Chocolate Instrumetal]

I write.....better yet I listen

To the acoustics, I'm vibin' with premonitions

As I'm surfin' on my brain waves, wait a minute

I'm soakin' niggas, here's a towel....now let me finish

Back to the track, I remember back in the gap

When niggas stayed with jersey and a baseball cap

I'm jus reminiscin', back when folks was bout dissin'

No fights in dirty dozens, just mommas and cousins

It ain't about who you wasn't, it's who you are

Being true to yourself, knowing that your the star

I grab the mic and cold crush

My opponents in dust

And if we hit the plush baby, then you know it's a must

That....I......get to know you better

Wit conversations on the couch lead to sweat on the leather

I got a personal vendetta to be a better man

Never on my own I leave up in God's hands

My supreme provider, making me a soul survivor

Everytime you press play, the music creep up inside ya

And....just....let your mind go free

Not even telephone lines could send this message for me

I'm just sharing my thoughts, to all who wanna know

Communication is fertilization for our seeds to grow

No Jack and the Beanstalk just to get to the top

We'll create our own steps, to the clouds we'll walk

And just.....talk

Rap about trials and tribulations

Train cars form the beat at the subway station

As I get in, I pull out my paper and pen

Wish I could see my own eyes looking in the horizon

Thinking......

McFly

Producing Pills

For those who know me, know music is a part of me. One of my closets friends actually refers to it as his "second heart." I know you all are wondering where this is coming from; moreover, I was talking with some friends a couple days ago about composing, DJing, etc. Now don't get me wrong, I love sampling and what artist can do with it, but actually seeing where songs come from is amazing. Then today, a good friend since middle school hit me with some links that I've somehow overlooked. They are under musical prodigy Ryan Leslie's YouTube channel. He displays work and mastermind that goes behind his works leaving you simply speechless. From the use of bongos to a plastic cup with some change in it, dude is as he says, "They can't place me in a box." Watching the composition from start to finish (including singing) was more than a sight to see, it was a message to all that, do what you feel and comes natural. Just go in there (whatever "there" is to you) and simply make music. Whether it's in a literal sense or figuratively. If there was one thing in the world I wish I could do is compose music. But instead I compose in medicinal knowledge. The music I can and will make with your heartbeat, the clicking of prescription bottles, the swishing from mixing compounds, the beep from your EKG, and the list goes on will be my beat machine in which I produce countless hits of life preservation. People that know me know that I know words to songs like they were Bible scriptures, I take that into my future profession. But the key is is that I don't just memorize lyrics, I get into the beat as if I were that producer or rapper or singer or lead vocalist and recite it as if it flow liked I was freestyling. I look for what that song means to me whether it's just a good time or world issues and take that into account when I study for pharmacy. I may not get a shitload of A's, but I garuntee sweet music as you leave my area of work, whether it be retail, institutional, or a simple phone call. Peace.

McFly