Here we ponder and pronounce
Here we wonder and we pounce

If ya ride your ride and you roll weak
When speeds creep up ur scared to take a peek

You get up to 6th and feel like ur up a high ladder
My bitch is still in fourth, I'm bout to blow by and empty ur loose bladder.

Traffic cops have a fatal flaw
No, not just the mirror, the pack mentality,
when used by the prey of bigger cats,
Is still just a bunch of rats
hangin out.

LIFE
ON
THE
14
Cops know me by first name, mister wolf, burning speed passes and wreaking havoc on the masses
Fastest accelerating bike, try fastest tire shredding device
A road predator, traffic law does not apply, blaze a J, visor up and wave goodbye,
Oh dam there goes the wolf, my peice of sh++ cage does no have the torque

By the time I light him up, it's too late, he's riding with Cblast on the interstate
Here on the news we see mangled wreckage, stitches for snitches and crime stoppers got riches
The streets of Tdot is home sweet home, my 45 ACP is trained on your dome
I climb the rpm gage with such centrifuge, I can't help but toss vapour and amaze and cops as they lose pursuit
The polution like a glaze, fogs out my street warrior days, in a purple haze, this is not a phase

Life
ON
The
14

A surreal existence like an existential persistence

So here I am, repin, stepin, wreckn, and schooling hard lessons with the smith to the wessen
My boy C blast is to a diseased mind, like medicinal medicine to psychotic heroic time
Thuggin aboard the king, is like mugging with an M14
Overkill we do, on your hard 6, burried 6 feet deep, with my 6 inch stretched tool.

Desolate, extinguish, snuff out - terminate
Like pollen we desecrate the fallen and germinate the forgotten
One rida goes down, two set up to audition,
Roles open, we only accept high meta-cognition

Losers need not apply
LIFE
ON
THE
14

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 8/14/2013 @ 6:09 PM *

Life
On
The
14
A true pursuit of perfection both of technique, mental awareness and strength in body as one machine!

LIFE
ON
THE
14
A disconnect between those who want, avoid to answer the call and those that forge the path! (stick your tongue back in your mouth and grow some)
LIFE
ON
THE
14

Speaking of cops, check out this article in "The Onion." http://www.theonion.com/articles/insecure-frustrated-bully-with-something-to-prove,33427/

http://www.theonion.com/articles/insecure-frustrated-bully-with-something-to-prove,33427/

That kid has gotta be undergoing active recruitment by my local dept.! They not only like the cut of his jib, they want to scholarship that young fella.

;))))

It seems we find that life at speed is just fine
When hoppin off things go s l o w w
Life can sometimes be a sip of fine wine
But up to me? Slam the shield, wolf! CALL GO!
My mind does wrap, around a combustion curve, which is the key,
Fire starts it, fire finishes it, so the focus is on,
Smaller the scope, fire it be, compression, O2, petrol and spark.
Air air air, where's the air? No leaks anywhere! Follow the pathway
Avoid the ridge, away the sharp, smooth my way, I seek the heart,
Gulp me in force me through I find my fire inside of you. Combustion chamber

Amen brotha, amen!
Gospel being read right here!
W

Wake it up bake it up hit that bong
Crank a swisha full and cut off a 9mm size chunk,
Hit the blunt from the bong and ur head'll spin wrong,
Blaze that shit all deep lung hit and lets get fuckin crunk.

Mornin ladies!

And so the story goes, outlaw biker, solo alpha, mad love from whoes
Solo rida, Soul train and pleasure provider, I am scoping for long legged vipers
I pulls up on one hot latina, introductions, price stated away I wisk to my hacienda
With this hot, bodacious mamma cita (;

Purring she rides right, she holds my hips tight, the kick stands out, she grabs hold with some fight
Arrive to the stable, like a king horsman of the round table, I raise my visor and bring my date into this fable
Ferociously I devour her neck, move down the thighs and I unstrap my...
Entre her, push on there, wrap my tongue just below her ear

Missile's ready, cartridge full, I try to hold, not bust my load
Her mouth a gape, her senses drape upon my cape, "oh superman" this is fate
Wolfman I say, she disagree's from Krypton she thinks, to earth I flee
At this point matters not, I feel it build, got to bust my nut and fill her spot

And so I break and blast and spew, all over mamacita I blew
Thanks for love is what she got, only cost 120 a shot
I walk her to the door, go again she implores,
This does not make her a whore - just loving the candy store

And so I do, we start again, sorry bike night got shit to attend...
In her arms, between her thighs, licking her back, that's the meeting I attend

Wolfman sends his regrets, we'll not really...

* Last updated by: Wolfman on 8/15/2013 @ 7:04 PM *

Well, if ya rolled her outta the barn, I say smash the gas!!!!

Ha the above is complete work of fiction based on true events...I can hear four kids under 6 sleeping under my roof. The distance between that guy, my past, is so vast, I can't see over the horizon!
Green Love,
W

Yeah, I know. ;)

You do bro...
Hah, that was a crazy life, i am sure we all have some..."experiences"

PS no service provider was ever hurt in the writing of the above poem!

Sitting in my garage with the door up at dusk,
I Hear crickets and sea lions urping, a cry overlaid by a wail,
In my ears comes a shriek, I hear that Suzuki 600 climbing thrust,
Followed by a banshee sounds like an MV 1000, a 4trumpet snail.

I'm lucky you see, my kids are inside, makin desert,
Thai chilli ribeye was great, bike is shiny and all bodies in synch,
Secondaries still in, bitch still anemic, but I'm not butt hurt,
My boy Nels is on it, I got a 3B comin, time for a drink.

* Last updated by: Cblast on 8/16/2013 @ 9:52 PM *

Think and apply think and apply, THINK AND APPLY,
Most just sit and learn and think, then they fuckin die
If we but simply think then apply, there's no reason why,
We can transfer the knowledge, think and try and truth not lie.

C Blas, the technique you poses, wrecking skills and muscle flex
Have suckas falling down, kissing Terra Nova and reading texts
Think and apply means growth and ride
Think and apply means opponents cry
I love this bike, it's mean and tight
Into the corner with made skills we fight
Wholly shit did you see that!
C blast just ate that track day cat
Wholop we do and doll out kick ass
All this with a bike with greater inertia and mass
Death to any Sucka with balls and step
Come get fed a plate full of death!

Darth torque...

Sometimes a pic is worth...

Lean angle scrape.

Gotta feed in that throttle smoooooth. :)

* Last updated by: Cblast on 8/18/2013 @ 2:33 PM *

If there was any doubt (not by me) but if any sucka's had a doubt about how much ride you bring, they like your opponents have been laid to rest! If any one has that much ride please step up! But really C no has that much! I for one don't. Man I passing the crown!
Well Done
Remember our phone convo today about the exit strategy. Mad love!