Poems of 2009 by Picasso.

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“Sunless Summer” (Ode to 2008)



“Live Deep” x ” White Whisper”



“12th Planet”



“Wished for Wishes”



“This is a story..pt.1”






“12th Planet Pt.2: Spiritual Detox”



“(Extra) Ordinary” x Ahmad The Poetic Dude



“The Emancipation of Picasso.”






“The Staring Star”



“Hell Hath No Fury”



“Welcome Back”









“Chest Hair”



“Check His Pulse”



“Glimpse: By Definition”



PremierePoet Society FILM of The Year:

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Dir. Spike Jonze

Where The Wild Things Are


Dir. Quentin Tarantino

Inglourious Basterds


Dir. James Cameron


c’mon…I HAD to choose this one..15 YEARS in the making WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY JAMES CAMERON !!!!!!!!!!! I saw it IMAX 3D just the other day actually it is AMAZING!!!!!!

PremierePoet Society Album of The Year:

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Attention: Deficit


Rick Ross

Deeper Than Rap


Mos Def


SURPRISED?!!?!?!? good. you should be… believe it or not Mos is my top 10 of favorite MCs and if you are a avid listener like I am, Mos has been “struggling” in recent years. as in overall ATTENTION from the hip hop fan base..im NOT saying he sucked or anything. hes on my faves and one the most lyrical MCs of the decade. but this year he dropped album that woke everyone up and just this “whoooaaa!” effect to it… this album was in HEAVY rotation over the summer and I plan to keep it the rotation for more to come!

PremierePoet Society MC (rapper) of The Year:

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J. C O L E

PremierePoet Society [MIXTAPE] of The Year:

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Dom Kennedy



The Cool Kids

Gone Fishin’



So Far Gone

V.O.W.: Illmatic by Nas circa 1994

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The Linguistics Of…

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Jay Z.


Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder

Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it’s a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don’t need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I conducted
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don’t care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O’Reilly, you only rylin me up
For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I’m gon’ be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I’m young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y’all
You can’t kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood’ll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain’t talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said

I make ’em wait for you ’til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. — I. — P.

Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
… I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain’t a thang

Y’all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y’all don’t want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
… y’all niggaz is targets
Y’all garages for bullets, please don’t make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you

I make ’em wait for you ’til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. — I. — P.

When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I’m the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one’s four-five might blow yo’ high
You ain’t gotta go to church to get to know yo’ God
It’s a match made in heaven when I [blaow] ‘splay the 7
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain’t heard, got the word that I’m
[blaow blaow] that I’m so sin-surr?
I’m especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That’s right

I make ’em wait for you ’til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. — I. — P.


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