question,
how does one go from chosen to posin’?
trapped in a box for years, like han solo frozen
trapped in a wack idea designed by de beers
to keep your mental eyelids closed and your eyeballs bulgin’
fear, it could kill a man
turn a real man to a realer man
or package you
as a bathin ape wearin gorilla stan
this message is brought to you in part from a michael jackson thriller fan
i had the glove plus the matchin jack the zippers haAa
its cool to imitate, just grow into your own
dont let the green grass across the picket fence
turn you into mister smith without a purpose or a home,
underneath he is a jedi on the surface hes a clone
smilin for his peers but,
at nighttime he cried til he dried up all his tear ducts
and he cool wit that as long as he got a haircut and his gear up
without change we over
from individuals to posers…..
question,
how does one go from chosen to posin’?
trapped in a box for years, like han solo frozen
trapped in a wack idea designed by de beers
to keep your mental eyelids closed and your eyeballs bulgin’
fear, it could kill a man
turn a real man to a realer man
or package you
as a bathin ape wearin gorilla stan
this message is brought to you in part from a michael jackson thriller fan
i had the glove plus the matchin jack the zippers haAa
its cool to imitate, just grow into your own
dont let the green grass across the picket fence
turn you into mister smith without a purpose or a home,
underneath he is a jedi on the surface hes a clone
smilin for his peers but,
at nighttime he cried til he dried up all his tear ducts
and he cool wit that as long as he got a haircut and his gear up
without change we over
from individuals to posers…..
————–
i listened to this as i prepared for slavery work this morning
you are at the point of bursting. leaned back and your eyes are closed. your stomach is huge. my large, gentle hand rests on its top. it rises as you breathe. you now feel a second hand side by side with the first. my rough tongue circles your navel, my fingers testing the softness of the surrounding fat. then suddenly you are unconfined, unbuttoned, free …
and you are overcome. time blurs. you realize you’re in the shower. i am behind you, soaping you. the steam is thick, and the heat makes your belly rise…swelling like new dough and it is full beneath your breast line…now bulging out on the side…each little pocket inside of you is full.
i push you forward slightly, your hands on the warm tile wall. you feel my hands trace your hips either side and slip under your belly. your breasts sag like heavy plums as your belly kisses your thighs. you sigh at the feelings.
i make you arch your back slightly so your belly lifts. you can feel my fingers tracing deep underneath all along where your flesh folds over and my fingers sink into your softness…as i lift it…and caress it. the water rolling down your enormous front…dripping off you…as i soap your breasts.
you can feel my fat softly press against your back. from behind i lift your abdomen gently and then lower it. Lift it and lower it, balancing it in my hands, liking the new heaviness.
and the feel of my plumpened flesh against you…you ache to touch me…yet you are in such a dream like state, you arch your back further and beg for more.
your breasts seem larger than ever before, they are miniature versions of your glorious belly but tipped with hardened points, begging for a warm mouth and tongue to encircle them.
i am growing hard and back away as not to distract you. i work each breast alternately from its base to the tip, each slick with warm, soapy water.
you turn in my arms, a smooth, round globe of fat, all your senses riveted on your breasts and swaying stomach. our bellies slip across one another.
your eyes are closed and i kiss you briefly, but strongly, my tongue darting between your lips. then my warm breath is on your neck, and then to your chest as my lips begin working again each full breast. all wet…all soft and all plump.
while i suckle and mouth each breast, my hands slip down your sides and again cradle your tight and swollen tummy. i can wait no longer. i rinse you quickly and as the steam clears i towel off the mirror and position you sideways so you can see what i have done to you. i begin towelling you off paying attention to every crevice, every fold. you are mesmerized by your reflection…amazed at the proportions that i fed you to. you are overwhelmed, by your reflection as well as my fingers…everywhere, probing the depths of your fatness, noting a new thickness all over. i am pleased.
when dry, i pull a full tray of your favorite treats close to hand and encourage you to begin filling yourself once again. the room quiet…your feeding intimate and slow. i grunt slightly as i get to my knees to gauge your ever-deepening overhang.
it is larger than last weekend. i smile and nip it with my teeth. You have consumed the entire tray and are beginning to pant slightly. i support you carefully as we move to the bedroom, one arm around your back, the other cradling your now tightly stretched belly. you walk with heavy steps…stopping and helping me steady your swaying belly for comfort…sighing and yet…whimpering
i lower you to the bed and, on my knees beside you, i watch how your belly spreads into your lap. i am amazed it its growth. you wince from the sudden pressure.
noting your distress i push your legs apart to allow your belly room to slip between them. the feel of your belly between your sensitive thighs leaves you breathless. i massage your neck and shoulders, then allow you to lean back against the huge pile of satin pillows. their coolness is soothing to your overheated and over-stretched body. the mountain of your belly rises up before you…so erotic, so overwhelming.
as your belly mound slides toward me, i part your legs again so you can again feel it between your thighs and you overcome by the intensity of it all. your breasts fuller and riper than ever, you lie there…panting…and feeling that beautiful erotic pain of fullness.
i pull you up and gently push you to your hands and knees. i brace you with pillows and pull your knees back so your belly hangs free.
you are nervous, but willing, and enjoy the heavy feeling as it hangs and swings beneath you. you fear i will slide a measuring tape around you, to mark your growth…you are terrified, yet supremely excited.
i calm you. i stroke your distended sides paying particular attention to the underbelly, now hanging almost vertically in front of your pubic area. it is my favorite spot. it is like a soft wall of fattened flesh, my fingers sink into it gently as i probe and loosen the underlying muscles.
you feel me at your right hip alternating working from the side and between your legs. my head is close so i can see and touch with my lips the texture of your skin. the odour of your recent bathing lingers. my fingers continue their deep exploration, moving higher and higher up your underbelly to where your belly leaves your body. there i massage, coaxing your abdominal muscles to relax and to let your belly drop even more.
you are totally relaxed. you’ve never felt your abdomen so large before, nor your breasts so large and full. all you can feel is my hands and your stretching skin. your mind is focused only on the feel of them.
you beg me… ”feed me again.” i listen but don’t answer.
all sounds disappear except our breathing. you hear a rustle of fabric and then the cool slick surface of my measuring tape as i begin to gauge your progress. you hear my startled intake of breath.
you feel my hands on your upper belly. i am testing how fast your stomach is emptying into your intestines. yes, it is time for another feeding, i can feel you softening. i can see your lower abdomen has distended further than i have seen it before. but how do i feed you and keep you relaxed? i sit next to you rubbing the small of your back as i think. i watch you moan and writhe with the pleasure of your own thoughts…touching your belly…holding it…stroking it…widening your legs to let it snuggle between them.
maybe i should wait. though i am incredibly aroused and harder than i can remember being at the sight of you. you are fabulously beautiful, grossly gorged and gently writhing next to me. but i decide I’ll feed you until your stomach is again tight and then let you sleep so the majority of it will turn to beautiful belly fat.
your capacity is staggering; you collapse back onto the cool pillows again completely full. every inch of you is full of fattening food. you are moaning softly as i lower you to your side, your belly spilling out on the bed next to you. you are not in discomfort, but you are fuller and heavier than you have ever been. such sweet fullness.
i oil this soft protuberance, pulling and stretching and soothing it. you sigh with pleasure, it is like a live thing, pulsing with every breath you take. yet you are detached from it, amazed at it, you can’t keep your hands off it. you beg me to take pictures of you distended, full.
no, i say, soon i will make it larger. soon it will become your only reason for existence. your world will collapse into a small focus only on it and only the sensation of it being continually stretched.
but you hold me, want me to make love to you. you are so ready for it, dying for it. you want me to cradle against you, slow…and sensual. you want me to lean into you…and part you from behind, and holding your belly, move into you slowly…very slowly.
i consider…the temptation is immense. i would tease your beckoning and moist underlips with my hardness and then slip into you deeply, holding there for an instant and then withdrawing to tease you again. from behind, my belly resting on the small of your back, my hands slipping down the sides of your belly and below it, massaging as i enter you. how glorious it would be.
^ yuh smokin rocks. traffic jam was dope, but really only cuz of junior. As a live performer Stephen is sauce, and relies to much on his fathers work, Damien is a complete artist who can stand on his own
@RIGZ I didn’t know Damien produces too, sick. Yeah, his flow was sick on that joint, you heard the remix with Snoop? Stephen needs to put out another album asap.
He aint wack at all, but he does sing alot of Nesta’s tunes lol…he’s good at it tho…him and Kymani can sing Bob’s songs the best
^ ya, but I ain’t trying to pay money to hear those songs sung half as good as the originals. feel me.
and as far as reggae acts you should go and see yuh boy is way down on the list. reggae shows are normally way better than rap shows, so a Stephen Marley show still does rate better than 3/4 of these rap acts.
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Killa Priest is def missing something that Jay Elec has though…i wanna say a degree of coolness but I’m not sure…can’t quite put my finger on it..
^^^
I concur but Heavy Mental was a cool album i copped it for real back in the day
The Reverend Fred Phelps hates fags (not to mention Jews), and Lady Gaga loves everything gay. So somehow by the transitive property, it makes sense that the Kansas pastor would declare that God hates Gaga.
Here’s the Reverend’s press release with info on where you can join him and the Wesboro Baptist Church to picket Gaga’s concert on January 7:
“Thou hadst a whore’s forehead, thou refusedst to be ashamed…Will He reserve HIs anger forever? Will he keep it to the end? Behold, thou hast spoken and done evil things as thou couldest.” Jer 3:3,5
“Art” and “fashion” are the euphemisms, the guise under which proud whore Lady Gaga teaches rebellion against God (incidentally, her claim to the title of “lady” is sound only if she tacks on “of the night,” thereby alluding to another euphemism of what she is.) As much as she’d like to pretend otherwise, there’s nothing new or different about this particular hussy’s pretentious prancing. Does the simple slut truly think that she can change God’s standards by seducing a generation of rebels into joining her in fist-raised, stiff-necked, hard-hearted rebellion against Him? Get real!
Even as she gives lip-service to “liberating” her young fans, Lady Gaga brings them into slavery to their own corruption, teaching them to glory in their shame. She hates you! “For when they speak great swelling words of vanity, they allure through the lusts of the flesh, through much wantonness…While they promise them liberty, they themselves are the servants of corruption!” 2 Pet. 2:18-19
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:07 pm
It’s the byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring into an elohim- Killa Priest
Priest was saying shit like this back in 97. Fans of Jay Elect should sift through Priest’s 10 albums or more catalogue. i’m still catching up myself.
————–
me & RIGZ been saying that since day 1 … im surprized its not discussed by more peoples… i guess Killah Priest’s work hasnt really reached the masses… what a shame… he should have been a first string WuTangClansman … he should have held one of the top 5 spots in the original 9 for sure …
WOOOOOOOOOH!!! (c) 88 Fux that S.A.S. album is craaaazy…”2 Pistols” with Mitchy Slick is my shit right now…Phil Da Agony and Krondon kill that whole album
looking forward to this album but i hope it doesnt get too emo-ish and preachy like Untitled was…Untitled was dope but hardly a album i can listen to on the reg
According to The Daily Telegraph, there’s a man in the UK going around sniffing people’s behinds. He trolls the supermarket, looking for candidates (or “victims”) while they shop. Then, when they reach for the peanut butter, he casually drops down for a sniff and continues on his way.
Police are currently on the hunt for this deviant, but while there is surveillance footage of the man, his identity is unknown. The only description available is that he’s “white, clean-shaven, and of medium to large build.”
that preaching moon/sun rap shit is wack. When nas/jay does it they dont sound pretentous or like they ramming it down your hroat. i’ll pass, i’ll leave that to ya’ll
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:48 pm
that preaching moon/sun rap shit is wack. When nas/jay does it they dont sound pretentous or like they ramming it down your hroat. i’ll pass, i’ll leave that to ya’ll
…Thats when he took his picture,
& said “young buck the streets’ll get ya
Its either that, or the price of liquor
Even me, I learnt as the days grew
That death is only a stage of phase two
Thank Allah that he made you….”
…Thats when he took his picture,
& said “young buck the streets’ll get ya
Its either that, or the price of liquor
Even me, I learnt as the days grew
That death is only a stage of phase two
Thank Allah that he made you….”
# D_Block_4_Life Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:22 pm
Your pops is/was a hip-hop head?
^^^
Of course…my pops got ME into hiphop…I inherited his whole record collection lol..He was a dj / soundman / singer…Super into Pete Rock, Tribe, De La etc…Thanks to him I got the sleeve for Follow the Leader & no vinyl in it smh
He used to cop me (& himself) albums & singles every monday…he bought me Reasonable Doubt in 96…I had asked for Ironman, but the shop didnt have it. True story
Of course…my pops got ME into hiphop…I inherited his whole record collection lol..He was a dj / soundman / singer…Super into Pete Rock, Tribe, De La etc…Thanks to him I got the sleeve for Follow the Leader & no vinyl in it smh
He used to cop me (& himself) albums & singles every monday…he bought me Reasonable Doubt in 96…I had asked for Ironman, but the shop didnt have it. True story
^
Makes sense and thats very ill. My pops was heavy into Salsa and shit but that about it…
finally new nas this album is gonna be revolutionary. i cant wait for this record to drop….nas is the realest
watch jay-z make an album with a reggae artist or a white rock artist in a couple of years lol
My pops was heavy into Salsa and shit but that about it…
^^^
shit like that effects how we hear music today…I think im into Dilla’s sound so much because my pops fucked with Tribe, Pete Rock & Erick Sermon so heavy…
Common Sense – Like Water For Chocolate
Slum Village – Fantastic Vol. 2
Madvillain – Madvillainy
Jay – The Blueprint
Cannibal Ox – The Cold Vein
GFK -Supreme Clientele
Kanye – Late Registration
Nas – Lost Tapes
50 Cent – Get Rich Or Die Trying
Alotta LPs battling for that last spot right now…not sure yet though…
December 23rd, 2009 at 3:54 pm
I hate waiting…at least a mixtape with 10 songs before the year is over
December 23rd, 2009 at 3:54 pm
Afreeca
December 23rd, 2009 at 3:57 pm
album cover is dope. Kelis is in for %25 of all proceeds made off this album tho. Smartenupnas
December 23rd, 2009 at 3:58 pm
that’s an ill cover. hopefully the keep it as that.
December 23rd, 2009 at 3:58 pm
ol’ tryina cake off his dad’s name lookin ass nicca
featuring
ol’ tryina make enuf money to satisfy kelis’ judgment against him lookin ass nicca
December 23rd, 2009 at 3:59 pm
album cover is dope. Kelis is in for %25 of all proceeds made off this album tho. Smartenupnas
^ no sign, the IRS eats first
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:01 pm
question,
how does one go from chosen to posin’?
trapped in a box for years, like han solo frozen
trapped in a wack idea designed by de beers
to keep your mental eyelids closed and your eyeballs bulgin’
fear, it could kill a man
turn a real man to a realer man
or package you
as a bathin ape wearin gorilla stan
this message is brought to you in part from a michael jackson thriller fan
i had the glove plus the matchin jack the zippers haAa
its cool to imitate, just grow into your own
dont let the green grass across the picket fence
turn you into mister smith without a purpose or a home,
underneath he is a jedi on the surface hes a clone
smilin for his peers but,
at nighttime he cried til he dried up all his tear ducts
and he cool wit that as long as he got a haircut and his gear up
without change we over
from individuals to posers…..
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:03 pm
The art has been on wiki for months
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:07 pm
Ol’ shuddah pushed his baby moms down the stairs face as nigga…
*straight face*
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:07 pm
It’s the byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring into an elohim- Killa Priest
Priest was saying shit like this back in 97. Fans of Jay Elect should sift through Priest’s 10 albums or more catalogue. i’m still catching up myself.
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:11 pm
I’m from the top of Nas’ head on the artwork.
Guess the country…!
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:12 pm
It’s the byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring into an elohim- Killa Priest
Priest was saying shit like this back in 97. Fans of Jay Elect should sift through Priest’s 10 albums or more catalogue. i’m still catching up myself.
–And die of boredom, im good
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:13 pm
I’m from the top of Nas’ head
–ayo
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:14 pm
It’s the byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring into an elohim- Killa Priest
^^^
…from the family of the maccabees,
Clap MCs, make em scream “your Majesty”
Make em suffer, the capacity of tragedy..hold the crowd down like gravity
Classic.
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:18 pm
ADM that kidz in the hall aboriginal dude eye still fucked up.
DAMN KID
*daps the nahgends*
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:18 pm
ol’ tryina cake off his dad’s name lookin ass nicca
______________
Stop the fuckery.
The man has put out an excellent body of work, is a world class stage performer and is really nothing like his father.
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:19 pm
The man has put out an excellent body of work, is a world class stage performer and is really nothing like his father.
^^^
word
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:20 pm
We Major >________________
Shits definitely in my top top 10 ‘Ye songs including Still Dreaming.
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:29 pm
Voltron aka Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape and let it fall! Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:11 pm
I’m from the top of Nas’ head on the artwork.
Guess the country…!
_____
Uganda. MOGADISHU STAND UP!
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:33 pm
# Yeah Right Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:29 pm
Voltron aka Speech is my hammer, bang the world into shape and let it fall! Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:11 pm
I’m from the top of Nas’ head on the artwork.
Guess the country…!
_____
Uganda. MOGADISHU STAND UP!
^
1. how is that Uganda
2. Mogadishu is the capital of Somalia
wtf?
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:40 pm
>>–And die of boredom, im good
^Rigz knows whatta gwan
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:40 pm
already on the web for months
fans cover probably because the nas face was taken from an older pic
a good cover but i hope a doper cover for the retail distant relatives album 2010 !
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:41 pm
question,
how does one go from chosen to posin’?
trapped in a box for years, like han solo frozen
trapped in a wack idea designed by de beers
to keep your mental eyelids closed and your eyeballs bulgin’
fear, it could kill a man
turn a real man to a realer man
or package you
as a bathin ape wearin gorilla stan
this message is brought to you in part from a michael jackson thriller fan
i had the glove plus the matchin jack the zippers haAa
its cool to imitate, just grow into your own
dont let the green grass across the picket fence
turn you into mister smith without a purpose or a home,
underneath he is a jedi on the surface hes a clone
smilin for his peers but,
at nighttime he cried til he dried up all his tear ducts
and he cool wit that as long as he got a haircut and his gear up
without change we over
from individuals to posers…..
————–
i listened to this as i prepared for
slaverywork this morningdope indeed
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:42 pm
*daps dblock*
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:43 pm
Daps
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:45 pm
“and its back to mr. chows with these freak b*tches while u at red lobsters eating cheese biscuits” – tony yayo (LMAOOO)
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:46 pm
Them Mexico drug wars are no joke…
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:50 pm
^Rigz knows whatta gwan
^^^
Indeed. smh @ Tribe lol
*shouts out the shoutable*
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Killa Priest is def missing something that Jay Elec has though…i wanna say a degree of coolness but I’m not sure…can’t quite put my finger on it..
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:55 pm
you are at the point of bursting. leaned back and your eyes are closed. your stomach is huge. my large, gentle hand rests on its top. it rises as you breathe. you now feel a second hand side by side with the first. my rough tongue circles your navel, my fingers testing the softness of the surrounding fat. then suddenly you are unconfined, unbuttoned, free …
and you are overcome. time blurs. you realize you’re in the shower. i am behind you, soaping you. the steam is thick, and the heat makes your belly rise…swelling like new dough and it is full beneath your breast line…now bulging out on the side…each little pocket inside of you is full.
i push you forward slightly, your hands on the warm tile wall. you feel my hands trace your hips either side and slip under your belly. your breasts sag like heavy plums as your belly kisses your thighs. you sigh at the feelings.
i make you arch your back slightly so your belly lifts. you can feel my fingers tracing deep underneath all along where your flesh folds over and my fingers sink into your softness…as i lift it…and caress it. the water rolling down your enormous front…dripping off you…as i soap your breasts.
you can feel my fat softly press against your back. from behind i lift your abdomen gently and then lower it. Lift it and lower it, balancing it in my hands, liking the new heaviness.
and the feel of my plumpened flesh against you…you ache to touch me…yet you are in such a dream like state, you arch your back further and beg for more.
your breasts seem larger than ever before, they are miniature versions of your glorious belly but tipped with hardened points, begging for a warm mouth and tongue to encircle them.
i am growing hard and back away as not to distract you. i work each breast alternately from its base to the tip, each slick with warm, soapy water.
you turn in my arms, a smooth, round globe of fat, all your senses riveted on your breasts and swaying stomach. our bellies slip across one another.
your eyes are closed and i kiss you briefly, but strongly, my tongue darting between your lips. then my warm breath is on your neck, and then to your chest as my lips begin working again each full breast. all wet…all soft and all plump.
while i suckle and mouth each breast, my hands slip down your sides and again cradle your tight and swollen tummy. i can wait no longer. i rinse you quickly and as the steam clears i towel off the mirror and position you sideways so you can see what i have done to you. i begin towelling you off paying attention to every crevice, every fold. you are mesmerized by your reflection…amazed at the proportions that i fed you to. you are overwhelmed, by your reflection as well as my fingers…everywhere, probing the depths of your fatness, noting a new thickness all over. i am pleased.
when dry, i pull a full tray of your favorite treats close to hand and encourage you to begin filling yourself once again. the room quiet…your feeding intimate and slow. i grunt slightly as i get to my knees to gauge your ever-deepening overhang.
it is larger than last weekend. i smile and nip it with my teeth. You have consumed the entire tray and are beginning to pant slightly. i support you carefully as we move to the bedroom, one arm around your back, the other cradling your now tightly stretched belly. you walk with heavy steps…stopping and helping me steady your swaying belly for comfort…sighing and yet…whimpering
i lower you to the bed and, on my knees beside you, i watch how your belly spreads into your lap. i am amazed it its growth. you wince from the sudden pressure.
noting your distress i push your legs apart to allow your belly room to slip between them. the feel of your belly between your sensitive thighs leaves you breathless. i massage your neck and shoulders, then allow you to lean back against the huge pile of satin pillows. their coolness is soothing to your overheated and over-stretched body. the mountain of your belly rises up before you…so erotic, so overwhelming.
as your belly mound slides toward me, i part your legs again so you can again feel it between your thighs and you overcome by the intensity of it all. your breasts fuller and riper than ever, you lie there…panting…and feeling that beautiful erotic pain of fullness.
i pull you up and gently push you to your hands and knees. i brace you with pillows and pull your knees back so your belly hangs free.
you are nervous, but willing, and enjoy the heavy feeling as it hangs and swings beneath you. you fear i will slide a measuring tape around you, to mark your growth…you are terrified, yet supremely excited.
i calm you. i stroke your distended sides paying particular attention to the underbelly, now hanging almost vertically in front of your pubic area. it is my favorite spot. it is like a soft wall of fattened flesh, my fingers sink into it gently as i probe and loosen the underlying muscles.
you feel me at your right hip alternating working from the side and between your legs. my head is close so i can see and touch with my lips the texture of your skin. the odour of your recent bathing lingers. my fingers continue their deep exploration, moving higher and higher up your underbelly to where your belly leaves your body. there i massage, coaxing your abdominal muscles to relax and to let your belly drop even more.
you are totally relaxed. you’ve never felt your abdomen so large before, nor your breasts so large and full. all you can feel is my hands and your stretching skin. your mind is focused only on the feel of them.
you beg me… ”feed me again.” i listen but don’t answer.
all sounds disappear except our breathing. you hear a rustle of fabric and then the cool slick surface of my measuring tape as i begin to gauge your progress. you hear my startled intake of breath.
you feel my hands on your upper belly. i am testing how fast your stomach is emptying into your intestines. yes, it is time for another feeding, i can feel you softening. i can see your lower abdomen has distended further than i have seen it before. but how do i feed you and keep you relaxed? i sit next to you rubbing the small of your back as i think. i watch you moan and writhe with the pleasure of your own thoughts…touching your belly…holding it…stroking it…widening your legs to let it snuggle between them.
maybe i should wait. though i am incredibly aroused and harder than i can remember being at the sight of you. you are fabulously beautiful, grossly gorged and gently writhing next to me. but i decide I’ll feed you until your stomach is again tight and then let you sleep so the majority of it will turn to beautiful belly fat.
your capacity is staggering; you collapse back onto the cool pillows again completely full. every inch of you is full of fattening food. you are moaning softly as i lower you to your side, your belly spilling out on the bed next to you. you are not in discomfort, but you are fuller and heavier than you have ever been. such sweet fullness.
i oil this soft protuberance, pulling and stretching and soothing it. you sigh with pleasure, it is like a live thing, pulsing with every breath you take. yet you are detached from it, amazed at it, you can’t keep your hands off it. you beg me to take pictures of you distended, full.
no, i say, soon i will make it larger. soon it will become your only reason for existence. your world will collapse into a small focus only on it and only the sensation of it being continually stretched.
but you hold me, want me to make love to you. you are so ready for it, dying for it. you want me to cradle against you, slow…and sensual. you want me to lean into you…and part you from behind, and holding your belly, move into you slowly…very slowly.
i consider…the temptation is immense. i would tease your beckoning and moist underlips with my hardness and then slip into you deeply, holding there for an instant and then withdrawing to tease you again. from behind, my belly resting on the small of your back, my hands slipping down the sides of your belly and below it, massaging as i enter you. how glorious it would be.
no. not tonight…you must rest. and fatten for me.
perhaps when you are larger. fuller.
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:56 pm
Stephen > Damian
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:56 pm
ooops oooops oooops erase that I did not want that on here. ESKAY ESKAY erase that please. ooops ooops.
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:57 pm
# D_Block_4_Life Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Killa Priest is def missing something that Jay Elec has though…i wanna say a degree of coolness but I’m not sure…can’t quite put my finger on it..
^^^
Nowadays, that is very very true
but he used to make shit like this: youtube.com/watch?v=5BxxnuGZK2M
1997 Priest had “IT”…listen to Heavy Mental…You could be fooled into thinking Jay bit his whole steez lol
Priest has lost that factor now though…his whole style is different…I know exactly what you’re saying though
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:59 pm
# Frank Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:56 pm
Stephen > Damian
^^^
Hmmm…interesting…theyre different though…Damian is a deejay…stephen is a singer / musician…
Stephen’s album was bonkers though…
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:01 pm
that shit is mad fake that nas pic is madd OLD they just photoshopped that shit
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:06 pm
Hmmm…interesting…theyre different though…Damian is a deejay…stephen is a singer / musician…
Stephen’s album was bonkers though…
^^ Stephen is fucking dope, plus he produces too. Traffic Jam was my shiz
Marley Family>>>>>
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:06 pm
Yoooo, *fucking dead* at SICK.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:08 pm
ol’ elephant in the room ass nikkas
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:09 pm
no. not tonight…you must rest. and fatten for me.
perhaps when you are larger. fuller.
^^
Yo, I’m in tears right now, literally. Is this BBM erotica?
*dies again*
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:09 pm
Stephen is fucking dope, plus he produces too.
^^^
they both produce..
********
Traffic Jam was my shiz
^^^
Me too. Peep how Damian paid homage to SuperCat with the flow
******
Marley Family>>>>>
^^^
cosign.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:09 pm
*unlurks*
I have taken note of this Exhibit Nah event
I will join in
*lurks*
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:09 pm
Nowadays, that is very very true
but he used to make shit like this: youtube.com/watch?v=5BxxnuGZK2M
1997 Priest had “IT”…listen to Heavy Mental…You could be fooled into thinking Jay bit his whole steez lol
Priest has lost that factor now though…his whole style is different…I know exactly what you’re saying though
–smhh in retaliation
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:11 pm
S.I.C.K stays buggin the fuck out…
usually he’s here dropping jewels on family life though….The Fuck Happened? (c) Prodigy
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:12 pm
Tribe, if you havent heard Heavy Mental, just shut the fuck up lol
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:15 pm
Stephen > Damian
^ yuh smokin rocks. traffic jam was dope, but really only cuz of junior. As a live performer Stephen is sauce, and relies to much on his fathers work, Damien is a complete artist who can stand on his own
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:17 pm
Yo that aint the real sick
Real= S.I.C.K.
Fake= S.i.c.k.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:17 pm
I’ll feed you until your stomach is again tight and then let you sleep so the majority of it will turn to beautiful belly fat.
^^
No words…
You still the ehomie tho sick, I’m just breaking balls (ll).
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:18 pm
As a live performer Stephen is sauce, and relies to much on his fathers work,
^^^
He aint wack at all, but he does sing alot of Nesta’s tunes lol…he’s good at it tho…him and Kymani can sing Bob’s songs the best
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:18 pm
@RIGZ I didn’t know Damien produces too, sick. Yeah, his flow was sick on that joint, you heard the remix with Snoop? Stephen needs to put out another album asap.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:19 pm
I don’t think that’s S.I.C.K.
He made a comment yesterday saying that the lower case s.i.c.k. wasn’t him…or some shit like that
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:21 pm
I don’t think that’s S.I.C.K.
^something didnt seem rite….hilarious tho
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:21 pm
He aint wack at all, but he does sing alot of Nesta’s tunes lol…he’s good at it tho…him and Kymani can sing Bob’s songs the best
^ ya, but I ain’t trying to pay money to hear those songs sung half as good as the originals. feel me.
and as far as reggae acts you should go and see yuh boy is way down on the list. reggae shows are normally way better than rap shows, so a Stephen Marley show still does rate better than 3/4 of these rap acts.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:31 pm
D_Block_4_Life Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Killa Priest is def missing something that Jay Elec has though…i wanna say a degree of coolness but I’m not sure…can’t quite put my finger on it..
^^^
I concur but Heavy Mental was a cool album i copped it for real back in the day
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:31 pm
The Reverend Fred Phelps hates fags (not to mention Jews), and Lady Gaga loves everything gay. So somehow by the transitive property, it makes sense that the Kansas pastor would declare that God hates Gaga.
Here’s the Reverend’s press release with info on where you can join him and the Wesboro Baptist Church to picket Gaga’s concert on January 7:
“Thou hadst a whore’s forehead, thou refusedst to be ashamed…Will He reserve HIs anger forever? Will he keep it to the end? Behold, thou hast spoken and done evil things as thou couldest.” Jer 3:3,5
“Art” and “fashion” are the euphemisms, the guise under which proud whore Lady Gaga teaches rebellion against God (incidentally, her claim to the title of “lady” is sound only if she tacks on “of the night,” thereby alluding to another euphemism of what she is.) As much as she’d like to pretend otherwise, there’s nothing new or different about this particular hussy’s pretentious prancing. Does the simple slut truly think that she can change God’s standards by seducing a generation of rebels into joining her in fist-raised, stiff-necked, hard-hearted rebellion against Him? Get real!
Even as she gives lip-service to “liberating” her young fans, Lady Gaga brings them into slavery to their own corruption, teaching them to glory in their shame. She hates you! “For when they speak great swelling words of vanity, they allure through the lusts of the flesh, through much wantonness…While they promise them liberty, they themselves are the servants of corruption!” 2 Pet. 2:18-19
YOU’RE GOING TO HELL.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:33 pm
G7 Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:07 pm
It’s the byzantine king, supreme, all kneel kiss the ring into an elohim- Killa Priest
Priest was saying shit like this back in 97. Fans of Jay Elect should sift through Priest’s 10 albums or more catalogue. i’m still catching up myself.
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me & RIGZ been saying that since day 1 … im surprized its not discussed by more peoples… i guess Killah Priest’s work hasnt really reached the masses… what a shame… he should have been a first string WuTangClansman … he should have held one of the top 5 spots in the original 9 for sure …
Killah Priest > INS, UGOD, ODB, Masta Killa, Cappadonna… maybe even > Meth..
Heavy Mental >>>>>>>> any Method Man LP…
sheeit, View From Masada >>>> any Meth LP …
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:33 pm
WOOOOOOOOOH!!! (c) 88 Fux that S.A.S. album is craaaazy…”2 Pistols” with Mitchy Slick is my shit right now…Phil Da Agony and Krondon kill that whole album
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:34 pm
LF: T.H.U.G. Angelz – Welcome To Redhook is the most underrated album in recent memory
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:35 pm
Damian is a far better rapper. But Stephen is more talented.
The song with Mos >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:35 pm
D_Block_4_Life Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 4:53 pm
Killa Priest is def missing something that Jay Elec has though…i wanna say a degree of coolness
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exactly…
JaY-E seems like he sees himself as one of the people…
Killah Priest style seemed a little more aloof, and self-righteous …
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:36 pm
Yall are right, def not sick.
If it’s beezy pretending to be sick shit is even funnier.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:36 pm
Yo land…remember I sent you an album by a cat name Edan? I guess he has a new album…if I “acquire” it, I’ll send it your way.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:37 pm
…”2 Pistols” with Mitchy Slick is my shit right now
^^^^^
WOOOOOOOOOWWWW that shit is hot fiyaaaaaa
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:39 pm
*joins the Rev Fred Phelps church*
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:39 pm
^*daps Rex*
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:39 pm
Land, you would like Welcome To Redhook
shits ill.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:43 pm
@RIGZ
at your recommendation i just googled it and found the link on some Russian blog… LOL …
thanks … Hell Razah & Shabazz?… should be ill …
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:43 pm
me & RIGZ been saying that since day 1 … im surprized its not discussed by more peoples…
^^^
For such an influential album, its shocking how much people never even heard Heavy Mental
Suz Of Man were probably the only group of people really rapping like that back then…
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:43 pm
looking forward to this album but i hope it doesnt get too emo-ish and preachy like Untitled was…Untitled was dope but hardly a album i can listen to on the reg
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:46 pm
According to The Daily Telegraph, there’s a man in the UK going around sniffing people’s behinds. He trolls the supermarket, looking for candidates (or “victims”) while they shop. Then, when they reach for the peanut butter, he casually drops down for a sniff and continues on his way.
Police are currently on the hunt for this deviant, but while there is surveillance footage of the man, his identity is unknown. The only description available is that he’s “white, clean-shaven, and of medium to large build.”
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:46 pm
thanks … Hell Razah & Shabazz?… should be ill …
^^^
shits crazy…Hell Razah one of my favourite MCs…
Hell Razah – Renaissance Child is another must have album…
If I told you he was a new rapper, you’d think he bit Jay Elec’s style too lol. He’s just a bit more militant with it
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:47 pm
@ Rigz
did you get around to checking that “Elizabeth” album. there’s some clever cuts on that.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:48 pm
that preaching moon/sun rap shit is wack. When nas/jay does it they dont sound pretentous or like they ramming it down your hroat. i’ll pass, i’ll leave that to ya’ll
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:49 pm
# g7 Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:47 pm
@ Rigz
did you get around to checking that “Elizabeth” album. there’s some clever cuts on that.
^^
I listened, but I didnt like it too much…Priest sounds like he’s lost alot of his rhythm recently…I dunno what happened
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:50 pm
>>For such an influential album, its shocking how much people never even heard Heavy Mental
^it definitely went under the radar. i remember coppin’ that the first day it came out though.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:50 pm
Yo
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:51 pm
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December 23rd, 2009 at 5:53 pm
a tribe called quest Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:48 pm
that preaching moon/sun rap shit is wack. When nas
/jaydoes it they dont sound pretentous or like they ramming it down your hroat. i’ll pass, i’ll leave that to ya’ll^true
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:54 pm
tribe, this is wack sun / moon rap?
youtube.com/watch?v=5BxxnuGZK2M
you need more constellations b.
…Thats when he took his picture,
& said “young buck the streets’ll get ya
Its either that, or the price of liquor
Even me, I learnt as the days grew
That death is only a stage of phase two
Thank Allah that he made you….”
Thats medicine…
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:55 pm
RIGZ Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:49 pm
I listened, but I didnt like it too much…Priest sounds like he’s lost alot of his rhythm recently…I dunno what happened
^i hear ya. he does sound uninspired at times. but remember though, that guy drops like 1 or 2 albums each year. he puts in plenty of work. nh.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:56 pm
Jazz samples >>>>
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:58 pm
What are the names of these songs Rigz? I can’t see yube at work…joints off Heavy Mental?
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:58 pm
my bad tribe…lol. i thought you were talking bout jay-z kicking some sun moon and stars shit. thats why i had to cross that out. jay-e. carry on.
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:58 pm
Hell Razah is hella cool.
I remember coping the Sunz of Man album
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:00 pm
# D_Block_4_Life Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:58 pm
What are the names of these songs Rigz? I can’t see yube at work…joints off Heavy Mental?
^^^
Yeah or around the time…Street Opera never made the album tho…it was on a single B-Side. Classic, classic song though.
*remembers buying Priest’s SINGLE*
shit…im old for my young age…lol
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:02 pm
Too many rappers on the East wanna be gangstas
Too many gangstas on the West wanna be rappers
..Buncha actors…i aughtta slap ya…who’s ya master..??
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:04 pm
youtube.com/watch?v=ahM6sbEFpEs
for ol’ time sakes. Priest and Nas- “Saints”
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:05 pm
they should of collaborated with a couple Ghanaian artists but having K’naan on the album makes sense.
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:07 pm
tribe, this is wack sun / moon rap?
youtube.com/watch?v=5BxxnuGZK2M
you need more constellations b.
…Thats when he took his picture,
& said “young buck the streets’ll get ya
Its either that, or the price of liquor
Even me, I learnt as the days grew
That death is only a stage of phase two
Thank Allah that he made you….”
Thats medicine…
–sounds like OC after converting to islam.
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:08 pm
my bad tribe…lol. i thought you were talking bout jay-z kicking some sun moon and stars shit. thats why i had to cross that out. jay-e. carry on.
–all good lol
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:09 pm
NovemberEnd Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:56 pm
Jazz samples >>>>
———
word to Midnight Marauders
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:10 pm
# landlord Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:09 pm
NovemberEnd Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 5:56 pm
Jazz samples >>>>
———
word to Midnight Marauders
–sdafksfl-ksadfklsf
aka the greatest album in the history of albums
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:11 pm
Never read the Qu’ran or Islamic scriptures
Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas
^^
My Pops always used to say Jay lost after hearing that lyric lol
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:13 pm
I did not finish reading the Qu’ran, need to get on that
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:14 pm
My Pops always used to say Jay lost after hearing that lyric lol
^
Hard fuckin’ line though…lol
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:17 pm
Hard fuckin’ line though…lol
^^^
Indeed, that whole verse was crazy.
Thats around the time my Pops just stopped fucking with Jay completely though…
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:22 pm
severely massacred
we really gonna laugh at ya
the mac milli blast at ya
you really run to Africa
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:22 pm
Your pops is/was a hip-hop head?
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:23 pm
that’s an ill cover though
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:27 pm
Anyone have a link for Cam’ Public Enemy # 1 shit?
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:27 pm
# D_Block_4_Life Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:22 pm
Your pops is/was a hip-hop head?
^^^
Of course…my pops got ME into hiphop…I inherited his whole record collection lol..He was a dj / soundman / singer…Super into Pete Rock, Tribe, De La etc…Thanks to him I got the sleeve for Follow the Leader & no vinyl in it smh
He used to cop me (& himself) albums & singles every monday…he bought me Reasonable Doubt in 96…I had asked for Ironman, but the shop didnt have it. True story
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:31 pm
Of course…my pops got ME into hiphop…I inherited his whole record collection lol..He was a dj / soundman / singer…Super into Pete Rock, Tribe, De La etc…Thanks to him I got the sleeve for Follow the Leader & no vinyl in it smh
He used to cop me (& himself) albums & singles every monday…he bought me Reasonable Doubt in 96…I had asked for Ironman, but the shop didnt have it. True story
^
Makes sense and thats very ill. My pops was heavy into Salsa and shit but that about it…
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:37 pm
finally new nas this album is gonna be revolutionary. i cant wait for this record to drop….nas is the realest
watch jay-z make an album with a reggae artist or a white rock artist in a couple of years lol
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:37 pm
Midnight marauders>>>
as I’ve stated before I bagged wyle chics in high school off the strenf of ‘electric relaxations’ lyrical content.
also…
Fantastic Voyage vol 2 is one of the best hip hop albums of the past decade.
yall go.(c) hov
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:38 pm
Makes sense and thats very ill. My pops was heavy into Salsa and shit but that about it…
^
Willie Colon >>>>>
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:38 pm
That is not the cover or traclist
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:38 pm
That is not the cover or traclist
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:39 pm
*reads S.i.c.k. post*
*is stunned*
thats nuts, even if it isnt him… where you find shit like that at?
*shudders*
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:39 pm
Willie Colon >>>>>
^
You ain’t never lie.
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:40 pm
My pops was heavy into Salsa and shit but that about it…
^^^
shit like that effects how we hear music today…I think im into Dilla’s sound so much because my pops fucked with Tribe, Pete Rock & Erick Sermon so heavy…
I like bass heavy melodic hiphop now…
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:40 pm
this album could be great
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:42 pm
Fantastic vol. 2 > Fantastic Voyage Vol 2…
if you referring to Slum Village …
Fantastic Voyage was a funk lp by Lakeside…lol
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:42 pm
Willie Colon >>>>>
^
You ain’t never lie.
–Oh shit, My pops is a Johnny ventura stan
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:43 pm
i could never dance to salsa, all that foot and hip movement and the rhytm was mad fast.
I need that slow heavy bass to grind up on a broad to.
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:43 pm
Hector Lavoe > Willie Colon
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:45 pm
Fania All-Stars >
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:47 pm
what rif did Lil Kim sample on NO MATTER WHAT PEOPLE SAY …
shiit is salsa right??
HARDbODY
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Fantastic Vol 2 is one of my fav LPs of all time…of any genre…
That album is a rhythmic masterclass….
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:49 pm
Hector Lavoe > Willie Colon
–this
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:50 pm
Rigz
Name you top 10 LP’s of the decade…I’ve seen mostly everyone drop theirs already..
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:51 pm
landlord Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:42 pm
Fantastic vol. 2 > Fantastic Voyage Vol 2…
if you referring to Slum Village …
Fantastic Voyage was a funk lp by Lakeside…lol
^
I was referring to s villa. Its one of those idiosyncratic desriptive flubs I always make but thnx for the reiteration.
*daps* rj
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:52 pm
# D_Block_4_Life Says:
December 23rd, 2009 at 6:50 pm
Rigz
Name you top 10 LP’s of the decade…I’ve seen mostly everyone drop theirs already..
^^^
The DECADE? damn, i musta missed that one…my personal best? gimme a sec…
December 23rd, 2009 at 7:07 pm
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December 23rd, 2009 at 7:19 pm
in NO ORDER
Common Sense – Like Water For Chocolate
Slum Village – Fantastic Vol. 2
Madvillain – Madvillainy
Jay – The Blueprint
Cannibal Ox – The Cold Vein
GFK -Supreme Clientele
Kanye – Late Registration
Nas – Lost Tapes
50 Cent – Get Rich Or Die Trying
Alotta LPs battling for that last spot right now…not sure yet though…
December 23rd, 2009 at 7:23 pm
I know i’m late but that track that Jay e & J. cole ripped earlier sure sounded like a Gang Star DJ. Premiere produced track.
December 23rd, 2009 at 7:45 pm
Totalement dans l’attente d’un projet d’une telle envergure !
December 23rd, 2009 at 8:03 pm
wow, cant believe this is really gonna happen… like really, i don’t believe it
December 23rd, 2009 at 8:43 pm
both this album cover and the tracklist have been out for a solid two months now sonnnnn
December 23rd, 2009 at 9:37 pm
fuck everybody above me^^^^^^^^^^^ im pissed no more space jams
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