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MY PROFILE Member Since: March 04, 2001 Nasir`Abd Al-Baqi Age: 38 Male Married Gemini Muslim From: Minnesota USA Race: Black Graduation: 1985 Interests: Computers Video/ Games Sports: Basketball Football Music: Jazz Blues R&B COME ON IN & CHILL FOR A WHILE. IF YOU LIKE WHAT YOU`VE READ THEN LET A BROTHA KNOW. PEACE BE UPON ALL WHO ENTER HERE - - - UPDATED 01/18/06 - - - It`s been a while since I have been on BP and I am glad to be back. I am looking for a sista that is interested in kicking it with a brotha who is serious about life. If you are interested, holla at cha boy and let`s chat. I JUST WANT TO GIVE A SHOUT OUT TO ALL THE POETS, GROITS, LYRICISTS, RHYMERS, RAPPERS AND JUST PLAIN IN YA EAR SPEAKERS. HERE IS A LITTLE SAMPLE OF SOME WORDS I PUT TOGETHER. not an ordinary guy consider your mind touched by one with the kung fu grip that neva slips, slipp`n in & out of consciousness, with skin the color of chocolate dipped. recognizing that there`s royalty in front of my eyes, hoping that she sees me too, cause she¿s so fly. i hope someone told you that i`m not an ordinary guy, i hope someone told you that 1 day you too shall be able to soar on high. went to the moon in the space of my mind & visited the stars, been to the sun & now i`m back driving this ordinary car. i can do these things cause i'm not an ordinary guy, transcending the boundaries that limit, hold back and deny. time & time again you look but never find what was sought, watch out! it`s a trap my sista, don`t want you to get caught. caught up or caught out, judging books by their cover. my cover is plain, my wrapper is brown..... no decorations nor designs to trick or build hope. but the contents are truly a wonder to behold, for deep inside lies a creaturewith wealth more valuable than gold. what my cover conceals is not visible to the naked eye, and most don`t see it, to much "realism" willmake you miss; if you seek it. you see it's whats beneath the surface, that makes me not an ordinary guy it's locked in my essence, in a place your eyes will never be able to spy take your time; relax, i will drop this on you line, by line, by line.... and hope you come back to hear some more another time! cause i can't tell you all the reasons why, i am who i am nor can i articulate in words why i do what i do when i do what i do for the "real" me lies in between the beliefs i utter and my actions smack dab in the middle of all my contradictions! patience is a must to overstand that i am not an ordinary guy, time must be spent to observe, record & analyze the who, what, when, where & why. so lie back and get comfortable, take off ya shoes; can i rub your feet? do you mind if i touch, if i kiss, if i hold you tight? i wanna touch your mind in ways untold, reach out and stroke the inner recesses, with a caress so bold. boldly go where no man has gone before, lift you up to a higher level and then some, make you float on clouds of knowledge, and wisdom - older than the pyramids or even the dinosaurs.... too old to be told, cause this story's only to be sold not for a dollar or any other monetary trinket, but the price that i exact from you is pay in a currency priceless. can`t put a value on it, cause it`s worth way more than that, the price you must pay is a smile from the front to the back! showing me, you enjoy my presence, and feeling my vibe letting me know that you got my back, front, and even my sides. ya see i'm not an ordinary guy, but i've said this before, but i'll say it again, and again to remind you of things i have in store. let me revel in the softness of your skin tomytouch, let me look inyour eyes and drink from the cool waters of your soul quench the thirst that parches my body every time you're not here, thirst that can't bedrowned by the tears you cry in joy or ecstasy, missing you so much i'm dying every time you're too far to hear me. can't you hear my heart beating for you, day after day, after day? pounding out a song that only you can hear & dance to, louder than a 18" woofer and clearer than Dolby stereo. an ordinary guy; that is not me and you had better recognize this fact, an ordinary guy wouldn`t tell you these things because of the words they lack. what does it take be with a guy like me? i know you`re asking this question. now comes the time for no BS`n, but the realest confession. my requirements are simple, yet infinitely complex to understand, the left to my right, the night to my day, the fingers to my hand. you gotta be the realest definition of a sista, that no dictionary can define, make yourself known as an original, a true one of a kind. no imitations are allowed, they`ll be kicked to the curb and denied! WHY YOU ASK? I ALREADY TOLD YOU... I`M NOT AN ORDINARY GUY HOLLA IF YA HEAR ME! HOLLA IF YA HEAR ME is the name of this jam. And if ya don¿t like it ¿ then who gives a damn? This is just some stuff that was floating in my head. Got stirred up from the bottom now I'm ready to spread. Disgusting? Sometimes, but I gotta keep it real ya see, If anybodys feelin this - Holla if ya hear me! "Makes me Wanna Holla" that was a nice sample of literary prose, Nate McCall put it down, I suppose. But can you understand the things that I am putting in ya ear? That Brand New Flava for a brand new year. Free ya mind and your azz will follow, least that's what I'm told, If I get any freer I'd be buck booty naked and standing in the cold. Feeling the frigid winds of timepassing me by, while trying to stay sane. But sanity is relative to your reality andmy reality ain't tame! I asked ya'll to holla if ya hear me but I ain't heard a peep. This stuff must be boring cause ya'll azzez is sleep. Sleep to the fact that there's poison everywhere you look or dig, But we snuffle it up, gobble it down and grunt like a pig. My constant companions are transgression, depression, & oppression, Now with all that crap on my mind do you wonder why a brotha be stress'n? I'm giving you a byte of my soul, a byte of this & that, A glimpse deep down inside that place where my anger is at. Am I angry, hell yeah! Imma bout to explode! Cause I found out what "dey" hiding, done cracked the damn code. I can't stand the media, don't watch the news and all that stuff. News or recycled propaganda? I think its just fluff. If I gotta consume fluff gimme Cool Whip or sumpin sweet, Cause I done tasted the bitterness of lies, treachery and deceit. Lied to my whole life, sold the American Dream by all whom I trusted, What I see when I look around is torn, broken & busted. I'm asking ya'll again cause I gotta repeat this intro Holla if ya hear me and ya betta do it cause I said so. I said I gotta keep it real. But why I gotta keep it real unless I was fake? Fak'n myself out of reality and into a fantasy or better yet a dream, About fly clothes, cars, fine women, good times and plenty of CREAM! Just like cream - I'm rising to the top, don't cha blink; But we know what else floats and it also stinks. Is it live or Memorex? Ya gotta ask ya self. Can you believe what ya see, what ya hear, what ya taste? Or is it a fakeout to shatter the fragile grip to which my mind relates. Like Houdini, the government is trick'n the people with statistics & facts. The cold, hard fact is that racism is GREEN, if ya got money...I got ya back. If ya broke then push ondown the street where ya kind lives, And don't look back, you got nuthin coming, ya dig. If ya got real friends, hold on to em cause they hard to find, You can't put a price on Peace of Mind. Now I know you'd be holler'n if I was doing this right Holla if ya hear me, then we won't have to fight. Why the police be sweatin me & conducting traffic stops? Cause he thinks I'm dealing blounts or slang'n dem rocks? Why all black men gotta be drug dealas if we got a lil money? When ya fed up with being broke, ain't a damn thang funny? But let me tell you one thing that wasn't a joke. Got locked in a prison cell, 15 years for selling coke! Cause I mixed in some baking soda and then let it cook? Didn't even know I sold my soul and my freedom got took. From some paste pressed from leaves and sniffed up ya nose, We all got different names like; cocaine, crack, girl & blow. Madness is what it is; from the giddy up it's a trip, Better hit the ground running, but watch cha self don't slip. If you slip and ya fall, get up and dust ya self off. Don't play ya self cheap or get lost in the sauce. Just scream out real loud and set ya self free. I do it all the time...Now Holla if ya hear me! 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