Computer Lov3

There's something about her that holds my intrigue. Something I see that raptures my sight and entices my mind to find out more about her, this girl. Whose knowledge of words is superior to mine whichi is one reason why I find her unique. Confusing, especially when she needs sleep, especially when she begins to speak about me fighting me. I'm just fighting the fact that she's sexy and that she perplexes me easily. She's pure in a jungle of savages and I could just imagine us living life lavish...In a palace of gold, perhaps? I don't care as long as your there...Purring. On a persian rug with nothing but the ring on, the one I bought u for being true to me. The Lion King, the one frauds consider frightening, but u saw the bright King all the way on the other side of the computer screen. The shining star, outshining the constellation, my lines are hot enough to replace the sun..Leo's...Solo is the one, but her? That girl whose thoughts purr to me like a kitten? I'm afflicted by visions of her, like she's my brain and I can't turn it off...It's android love. LeoKing and the Bot, who needs control? We're robots with souls...No verbal distortion, we are reality imposed, supposed to be humans, but truth be told...
We're Transformers without Shia Lebouf. Transforming the world, one mind at a time. The Spaded King Solo and the Lovebot angel. We go together like I n E, it doesn't matter where C is...Or where u C us...cuz if u C us? Understand we Crush Decepticons like Megatron with ease...So please don't make us transform and show the strength of our bond...Her Love will devastate you, my Spade will break you and take you to ya grave...So fake, be forewarned.

The Real is back, yall about to be Gone

If I tweeted Chris Brown, it would go like...

Chris Brown: Oh yeah and for the haters out there, keep hating, it makes me stronger.

Mr. Solo: Sure can do u punkass nigga....No wonder ya nickname is Breezy, your easy to defeat. Only thing u eva beat was Rihanna n that doesn't make u strong enough to beat me...Or anyone who's real...And that's a fact Breezy, lol, believe me. My hate makes u scared, not strong...But I don't even hate u, I'm definetely not a fan. I mean ur a good musician, but I don't respect u as a man. We all make mistakes and can be forgiven for them. But u take those up with God and I'm not as giving as Him. So I still say...F U CB

Chris Brown: Shut the fuck up. Son, do u know what the fuck I can do to you bitch? Keep playing, u gon get hurt kid i got goon money so relax.

Mr. Solo: U said u got goon money, that means ya goons ain't on deck...U paying for ya goons which means u paying for respect. Oh Chris Brown, please be quiet..Before I go to ya concert and start a riot, before the Boys get the call like "There's been shot's fired"...Goons run in my bloodline and no, we're not for hire. So if I was you, I would stop pretending and just remain quiet. Pretend like I don't exist, b4 I FRONTPAGE you just so I could make the news.

Chris Brown: If I knock you out, u gonna sue & n that sucker ish but if I send some dudes to go check you I don't gotta get blamed. Come try that at my concert and y

you and your toy soldiers will get laid out...Even the fans will get at ya plus my goons...U crazy kid. Get ur weight up and your paper right. U probably can't even afford to go to my concert. Loser, step ya game up

Mr. Solo: If you knock me out, I'ma shoot myself for not being a man...But ur really not tough, only thing tough u do is dance. And I think I can help u with that.

Chris Brown: If u knew anything about me, u would know I box and kickbox...I'm a black belt u moron, find things out before you talk.

Mr. Solo: Listen Karate Kid, I'll punch a hole in ya chest so u could take a deep breath, next shot putchu on ya back cuz u didn't relax.

Chris Brown: All this gun talk, u ain't bustin nothing bro. Ur living fantasies kid. All talk. When I go outside or do a concert, you tough guys neva there.

Mr. Solo: C'mon superstar, I gotchu going hard? Lol talking about u wud get @ me n my team, "toy soldiers?" Soon from now, u'll b asking me to ghostwrite for u n ya squad cuz when I get on? I'ma make sure ya shit neva goes off...U soft. Definetely a bitch to me, ur SWEET! Sorta like the pussy u eat...I mean are, ur not close to real Dog. So I suggest u stop dm'in me like some sorta feen, talking all sorta shit...Like honestly, when u gonna c me? Trust, don't even be in the same spot as me.

Chris Brown: Nah, u won't get on. Good luck trying. All I gotta do is tell celebs not to mess with you and nobody will sign you. Why don't you come see me like u claimed? Come to my concert if u could afford it. Even if u came, u wouldn't do nothing and ya girl loves me.

Mr. Solo: I'll erase ya memory, replace it with metal B's...Those r bullets u see...N now I gotchu talking about hating on me? LOL I don't care if ur a black belt, ur not Bruce Leroy...n I Shonuff got enuff shooters to make u feel real BREEZY boy.

Chris Brown: Aiight tough guy...If you would've come at wit respect I could have even tried to help you with ya music situation but since u wanna talk shit, u are so useless. If u feel brave come to my show and bring your girl because I know she loves me.

Mr. Solo: I don't do music, I'm just it's future influence. Don't forget me Breeze, I'm the best writer to breath, quote me. But y wud my girl like u if u known for fucking up bitches when they get outta hand? She likes her life + I'm a real man so ur not ='ing me. C, I know how to handle the situation. Shake her up quick fast n that's that...U on the other hand, don't know how to react. Little boy, take a lesson from a grown man.

Ms. Nine-One-Six

She has me convinced. She got my mind set on a permanent move to a whole nother coast just to show my talent. Permanently being, currently...I'm thinking about making moves out of NY as we speak. In a sense at least. Fact of the matter is, Cali is where I would want to live for a couple of years. I'm not trying to be a star, I'm trying to get the check behind the scenes...For writing the scenes that flow so eloquently. As in movies, you see. I'm hella cool and I'm so cupcake'n smooth...No it ain't baked, I'm moreso the batter...Up? Like we playing baseball and I'm the next to hit. Homerun first pitch..."Get outta here bitch"...The Yankees win. I'm not going to LA for the Dodgers, I'm going to leave NY imprinted on a few things. More directly, LI...Since our stories untold on a few things. But before all that movie shit perhaps, I'm tryna see 916...The entire thing. Spread her like a map, fronting like I'm lost in Cali. I would gladly move to LA...City of Angels, if I may...And stay permanently...Currently. But you see, my mind changes at times and I find myself amused. Don't get it confused, if I go to Cali...Most of LI's coming too...Well, at least my dudes. Probably a few girls if they act right too. Aren't I hella cool? The city of Angels? I should fit right on in because with this pen? I'm soaring. And miss 916 could take a trip with me...No disrespect to her boyfriend, but I'm a better look then him, just saying. There wouldn't be any time wasted and I wouldn't be wasting time chilling with otha dudes...I'm Hella Cool. Hella smart too...I'm a King, they're Jestering fools. And we could blow purple haze for days...I'm also a Hi Joker, told Ya! I could make ya laugh. Perhaps now you understand why I rise above the occassion and land in the stars, Fuck it...I land on the sun. Yes, I'm hella-hot...Got it, Miss 916? Cali's nothing but a breeze to me...Maybe permanently, we'll see. But for the love of God, NY'll always be with me...You could come visit me.
R. $olo

Quick Exchange one day...New York(Or am I imagining things?)

I stepped out the car and she said,
"Oh my God!"
I stopped in my tracks, turned around and said...
"What, you mean Our God? He's not just yours, I know Him too."
"No, I mean...You look so good."
I chuckled a bit, sorta a short laugh. "We should get to know one another, at another time cause I'm talking about Him and your still talking about me...So maybe-"
"We're perfect for another?"
A short silence ensued as she gave me a wide smile and I grew confused. "You should give me ya number sometime and I'll call you...Time's of the essence at the moment and you seeming to be forgetting one thing..."
"No darling, I already know who you are...Your Rashad."
I paused. "That being said, I'm rightly advised...So I can't be dreaming."
"Yeah, you really are the King...SWAG or of Ink when you think of things that rhyme. That coincide with people's souls because you know the Lord knows yours. So your words incite raw emotion...Or are thought provoking. Right, Mr. King?"
"Don't put them together sweet heart, Mr. Solo and the King are apart. Mr. Solo's the real deal...King SWAG's just art...You follow me on twitter, don't ya?"
"You know I do! I wanna be a Queen to you."
I walked away as she shouted her number. "Maybe...We'll see. Continue to praise He Ms. Lady"
R. $olo

Brand New

"Yu acting like a brand new nigga..."
When I heard that, I stopped in my tracks and turned to face the person who spoke those words. Of course, it was a her who was hurt since I told her it was over. But I smiled at the sound of her words...Of course.
"Yes I am a brand new nigga...A brand new breed. You see, all those things that were associated with nigga came before me...Before my time so I'm not that kind of nigga. The word's not the same as it was bacc in the day, it's connotation isn't the same. No, I am not a nigger, that's a deragatory form of the word I use. Nigga, on the other hand, I use that sometimes to call somebody my brother or another man who's been through the same struggle as me. Everybody could be a nigga to me, cuz life's a bitch and bitches are trouble to me...N since we still breathe, we are struggling, troubled by the bitch we call life. But I love her, she's my wife so I try my best to treat her right. A brand new nigga? Yes I am. The things associated with the word before don't fit when it comes to me. I sound like an intellectual when I speak, I write proficiently and I read eloquently. I'm not a superstar on the court or the field and I can't sing or dance, unless it's for your personal entertainment...I find ways to entertain the public with a mind that is one of a kind, irreplicable regardless of skin tone. Everybody else could try, but they'll find themselves just a little short of the work that is me...This brand new nigga u see. But the best thing about me is that I teach. I'll teach other dudes how to be "new niggas" like me. Full of respect, those who don't regret, and just live life to the fullest...And love it all, even when times get rough and they fall...They'll learn to live it all. Like me, the brand new nigga you see."
She got real quiet and didn't know what to say, but I finished her off nice and easy.
"I like u, but ya trifling ass b going to c ya x man, stifling me with questions about where I've been...Stressing me like I'm the one who's cheating. I'm done with the stress so get over it...It's ova chic...Go back to ya old nigga with ya bullshit. I'm 2 brand new"
R. $olo

Grounded

I've been grounded since time began, practically. Every since the first grade, I found a way to get in trouble and punished. My punishment was being grounded...Stuck in my room like a dog in a cage. Anytime I misbehaved, I was put in that room. But I was so creative. I made up shit and wrote stories back then too...3rd grade, a few friends and I wrote comic books. By 5th grade, I had detention every day and recess was rarely played. Homework? For what? I would just get grounded anyway...I always found a way. To have to stay in my room and create things. Things I imagined with a pen...Or took from a book. I remain grounded, even on holidays. Like Christmas for instance. Put on punishment again for opening a gift a little too early...We used to have to wait, couldn't just open them right away. Punishment for that for the whole break...My grades were ok. You see, I stay grounded, but in a way, I found myself. Found the strength that is me and tweaked it until it reached it's peak, which is currently ascending as we speak...I'm constant evolution. Like a mountain forming that keeps soaring into the clouds, my mind thinks and these thoughts are written down. But you see, I've been grounded. Humbled for so long for doing wrong, even when it was the smallest of offenses that occured, I was held down to the earth...Grounded. So now that I'm doing right, of course I'm going to fly as high as can be, so high that you can't see anything in my eyes but purple trees...So high that money doesn't even matter to me...That I use it to help other's get wealthy...Because I could care less about wealth, I'm about good stories...Strictly Entertainment, I put my X on it...Acronym's SEX, would you like to be next? I suggest you read. Because...I'm as humble as I should be...Forever humble because I'm hungry and abundantly gifted. I'm not just talking when I say I'm gonna strive to be the undisputed best to ever breathe...I want that title for me, for real. Or at least people to see that I brought real back, in fact. In every aspect of life...Somehow or another with what I write.
Cause I've been grounded forever...But I was born with wings.
R. $olo

Facebook Status(See Rashad Solo)

A savage of sorts, I ravage things for sport...Create CHAOS when I'm bored since that was my favorite word since the third grade. Isn't it amazing the way my mind thinks and links things together so effortlessly? So much so that some people believe that I'm an illusion/dream? Even though I'm a human being? Living breathing...Not a machine, just a man from a different galaxy. Honestly, I'm amazing to me...The way I'm able to do it so fluently. I'm humbled you see, never forget that this talent is a blessing for me...Granted through a hard lesson that would have defeated me had I been weak. But let's get back to the matter at hand...Of how I ravage lands and savage women? Slaying hearts with the beautiful art that is English. Ravaging lands because it's translated into different languages...Spanish, French, Dutch. German too, even the Neo Nazi's will have to respect my cruel. I mean, I'm so cool. When I turn it on, I get so cold it feels like I burn you...Like you touched dry ice or I touched ya soul, either one I suppose. My words get that deep, but we'll speak on my length another time. For now, I resign by signing my signature for the first and last time, tonight.
Good night
R. $olo