Maria Miiz

About me

::: Peace Y'all :::

Maria "Birth Name"
Miiz "My Internal Instituted Zone"
==== Since 2003 ====
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I love to Revolt with thoughts, and let it be know that I scope the real deal.
No fake guns, People. Expanding the mind and spirit are a factor of my daily living.
I will continue with the love of art through life itself. For freedom to explore the max volume of dreams. As I am faced with nightmares that are in my face, yet the struggle is a good tool to proceed to the skies. Fly High! Fly Low! you never know where the sea can sweep you today.

Much Love.
Maria Miiz

My work

Miss those days of you b-boying me with your romantic steps
1980's I wasn't even born, yet you took me to that galaxy and restored all of my might
Last time I heard about you was in 1996, after that year, my dreams become dazed
It wasn't all the weed I was smoking, not that
I can tell you, that i would hear your foot steps next to my mind as it was trying to find you
My next store buddy, had Disco Wiz on the the stereo sound spin
I went knocking looking for you and I found a youngin trying to kick it to me
He asked "Who are you looking for?"
My lost love, have you seen him?
Not sure if i've ever bumped into him, if I do, I'll make sure to let him know your looking for him.
I brought myself back to my place
This car driving by was spinning Disco Wiz flash, I ran so quickly down the steps, I tripped
I'm ok, So i got there and it wasn't you
Damn it, I miss you

Maria "Miiz"

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Mission of a Temple


Temple of such desired world to come to peace with today's world of age. Two thousand and six strikes a delusion of grandeur as Hip-Hop opens to relate with changes. Its communities on legs, internet, and open microphone session, the seize to believe a rich culture can be of harm to the youth. New birth youth sorting through massive networks channels, to be and exist. Discrimination doesn't play a role. Expression that Blogs color pages, "Unspkn Words" and "Mental" designs interweave with lectures to build relations of positive life energy.

The Bronx, New York City, imprints originators of "The Rap Game" know to man today. As classic ciphers define an era of Pubic Enemies to Africa Bambaata riders in the storm both connect in today's society. Where have you gone with your positive outlook on life Now it's rims and chains holding us down once again. Repeating the slavery moment to a much further aspect; this time around the race card is played with more diverse religion. Bagging jeans, hush puppies, and your gel-up curl; ladies in classic reeboks, a little more over the 1990's fresh geared cousin love jump suit; generation life. Heart is surgically removed daily for the aspect of survivor for wealth. Machine working average bumps of level shaping the natural oral. Elemental, b-girl jump starting the b-boy dancing the art of spraying painting. Art beauty of understanding the mission of stoned broken temples. Short life spans are quickly coming in affect through close quarters to haunting homes.

Simple and lavish silks to adore the beauty of such princess walking for a queen treatment of self and mind love. Working and thug loving desires of an adventurous stream to light form as peace steps with the current abuse collection of self declaration for righteous movement. I?ve discovered lecture to combine my natural state of brainstorming. The love with Hip-Hop is Red Seas in your daily presences. I stop for a minute, not conserving the art of expression. From confusing to temptation of the world, I put me aside and the love that pores through words. The sense of knowing that the reader is magical embedding this ciphers, make my blood boil to a high rise high at times a blunt is at hand. The read is always with a positive oracle. It feels great to interact with such forces and spirit of realm. To all my furry friends you are not forgotten.

Pearls of the sea, I would like to use your pureness of sea drops and return the diamonds shine, for I can not stand blood on the corner edges of desire. For she is your resource to a universal light, and the sea thy comfort of thee chained wrist and captive sight. With old melodies of a numerical jester, 7's are becoming a true fact, 6 is loosing the edge, everything is holding its perspective of dealing with life?
www.templeofhiphop.org

Maria "Miiz"