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Brother Jimmy Nov 2015
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Your beautiful heart has a tiny little hole
Goin’ b’bap-bim-boom boom-bap...b’bap
The mitral-valve-prolapsed leaky little hole
It goes ba-***-bap, bitty-bap, rat-ta tat tat

Instead of the traditional ba-dum, ba-dum
And aside from the fact that I like the beat
There’s another reason, baby, I like you, (yum)
Why I lay myself down at your ivory feet

It’s not because your heart sound like a drum
Or the fact your soul shines bright and true
It’s not just the *** tuh-tum tum tum
...It’s because I have a hole in my heart too
For Diane
N Oct 2019
There is beauty in buried love—
tenderly wrenching.
The subtle and soft carry so much more power,
and every touch is a stolen blessing.
No moment is taken for granted;
we are present.
Every look: a confession
to be churned over and over,
while we waltz with desire
never hastily.
We are ravenous for a love so blatantly before us but we don’t dare to indulge.
Mm-bap-bap Mm-bap-bap Mm-bap-bap
So we make beauty with the withstraint and we call it discipline.
Andre Baez Mar 2014
The seductress on my mind
Lives in full on expression
Laced in the free confines
And platitudes of direction

The sequential confessions
A private march of signs
Lead aggressive regression
A spinal tap of times

Timid forms of prose
Do not impose, much
In the way of speech
Or the ways of preach

A dandelion blossoms
Fully under direction
Of gunfire and hellfire
Made in mans *****

A milk which is colored
A dark, rusting, crimson
For this is the gift adorned
An antiquated prison

A dream once flowed upon
The rivers that line my arms
Texts of pharaohs charmed
With distant songs sung  

Yet, not distant enough
Into a further realm of
Steak, salmon, wine, and
Pontification, a type sublime

Cardiac and stop and frisk arrests
Psychedelics and prophylactics
Insomniacs and chipper morn birds
Courage and numbing fear tactics

Topics are churned forward
As thoughts are yearned for
But are seldom rewarded
Without snide comments

Even if contorted to fit
Daily textbook definitions
A raindrop is precipitation
Not tears from eyes of perdition

Said a jeering member of an alley
A gatekeeper for all of Hades
A living reminder of what shape
Controls societies minions a plenty

I believe you are a queen lost in time
You are the seductress on my mind
The boom-bap of 90s street art hop
A collection of lives birthed caught

You are the desire of my epicenter
The freezing of my two lips together
A culture of desire and of fortune
A soft room with croons in tunes

I believe you are not pink matter
You are the color scheme in the sun
A serpent slithering within disaster
A tale of victory and woe as one

Tears sting the edges of my eyes
As shadows are cast upon my soul
A tree in mourning for it's seeds
As oil desecrates, dry, shallow soil

When did this become a love poem?
Atop the raft my dreams have flowed
Wordsmiths fashion sturdy homes  
To heal the word and to help growth

Inside one of these I fled and bled
In it I found fish, water, and bread
Self-hate and despair had spread
Until it was fully excreted in death

The seductress on my mind brought:
Dandelions with smoke from gunfire
Milk which was crimson in color
Pharaohs songs of golden charm
A conversation in full, and open arms
Arms that held my dreams with calm

Constructs of love and poetic meals
Heal the surface of darkness scorn
Feeding the soul of it's sullen needs
A return to an innocence unborn
Joe Woodhead Oct 2014
“Yorkshire! Yorkshire!” I hear the EDL scream,
as if somehow the county, relates to their regime?
Trying to push on others their far right views,
and tainting Yorkshire with their taboos
cos Yorkshire to me, is whatever the **** I want it to be,

I do love a bit of local pride...
maybe to revel in the comfort it provides,
and even though stereotypes say we're tight,
as well as stubborn, argumentative (they're prolly right),
But I'd rather that, than be uptight,
like a stereotypical southerner might

I recently read a quote from Stuart Maconie,
“England has a bottom half,
but there isn't a south, in the same way there's a north”
The North in the south means desolation,
A cultural wasteland with deserted stations,
a place built on violent, aggressive foundations,
With mid summer Arctic temperature fluctuations,
Nothing that comes close to a nation....

But that's not what I see,
To be from the north means good fish and chips,
with tomato sauce and vinegar, it's glory on the lips,
I see people willing to lend a hand,
A honest chat about the weather as you stand at a bus stop
that you never planned,
It doesn't matter whether it's a cob, bun, bap, barm or roll,
Or that the north was ****** over by the outsourcing of coal,
Or your opinion that we're all just sat on the dole, drinking tea out of a ***** bowl.
We should still all have a similar goal,
To have a good time,
and not hurt a soul

Sometimes I do like to revel in the divide,
but I'll always welcome people from the other side,
Acceptance is not sin,
and if you let it,
it generally ends up with a win : win

What's Yorkshire to you? I haven't got a clue... but come sit down so we can have a chat and a brew! And hopefully we'll both learn something we never knew.
Poem about the North South divide in the United Kingdom.
eileen mcgreevy Jan 2010
Ginger bap,redfox, bushfire, carrot top, jinger minjer,oh! My personal favourite, daywalker!

      (c) eileen mcgreevy@ymail.com 2010
samuel ck Nov 2011
ol king crab kingo the highwaymen**

cumma walking down that hallways street
oll king crab king o the highwaymen
he got swagger boom swagger
he got boom bap pow
pow
pow
-
i seen im runnat comb through his hair
i seen it move back
i seen it glitter-glisten under em bright lights
onna ceeling
-
i seen im touchin
mercury aphrodite
i seen im touchin onna ladies
hera n persephone
he been touchin onna ladies
backadatruck
backadatruck
back seat
pull em uppa cliffside
pull em uppa cliff
bring em inna that backseat
5 minutes in heaven baby
you know it
-
ol king crab dont go to school
he appears
he come-and-go
touch-and-go
in-out
he just visiting
dont need no work
dont need to work
get nuffa that at home
-
ol king crab drop out
not too much trouble
he never drop in

get a job drivin a truck
aint no better way to live
then watching those glitter-glisten lights
on that highway
run that comb through your hair
do it one more time,
do it for us king crab

yeah, just like that
-
down that road he go
b back l8r
b back
b back
down down down
hot stuffy old car
dice onna mirror
just like a movie

luck pair of dice
such a lucky paradise
inna truck

down that road

fulla nuthin

fulla nuthin

fulla NOTHING.
-
Ol' King Crab he *****
he chew
he *****
that how to live
that how to live?
yeah, son.
in back o tha gas station he *****
back inna gas station he chew
tobacco gum tobacco

he take em ladies by the hand
them ladies aint outta worry
king crab outta worry
watch whose hand you take.
-
Listen.
Don't let him take you by the hand.
Don't let him TAKE YOU.
DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU BY THE HAND
-
ol king crab gettin
****** inna back of the gas
station
pullin outta driveways
and outta women

watch whose hand you take on that open road
you lose yo head
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche


Dance beneath the magic moon and listen to the flute
the stars will spangle brightly and then render you a mute
Twirl around the trees feel the brush of wind against your skin
the music of the forest has bounce it lives and breathes within
Bap Bap boom boom boom bap goes the sound of the rain
let it trickle down your face and take away your pain
life a technicolor beat in every note pure heaven
twisty water waves that flow with ascension  
the music of the nymphs will take you  higher than the stars  
mayhap it will just guide you, all the way to Mars
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
me gs Apr 2020
Bap. Bap. Bap. Bap.
The muskrat's tail slaps a beat on the water,
While the birds add a chorus.
Blue clouds reflect off the dancing water;
a disco ball

Shhhhh.
You'll miss it!

me.gs
Greig M Jul 2012
Every night I go to bed,
Stuck with what he said.
My mind is just the same,
I'm dreaming he's in pain.

Paid with public money,
The ****** isn't funny,
If I could have my way,
He'd be sliced and diced today.

I'd collect together all his cash,
Every penny of his stash,
And spend it all on sausage skins,
To wrap him up and cover him.

I'd have him put in sausage form,
And eat him up to keep me warm.
I'd have him smoked and vacuum packed,
And placed upon the market rack.

Folk would come from everywhere,
Even those who didn't care,
All they'd need is just one joke,
To make them wish he'd never spoke.

What pleasure there would be,
In watching my TV,
No channel'd be a stranger,
For there would be no danger.

So I'd make myself a nightcap,
And a big fat sausage bap.
And I'd thank the BBC,
For football's finally free.
:)
David W Clare Feb 2015
Trying all day to find the right merge, planning every way just how to quench this here urge
Now walking my way, I may come on to her, dare I not scare her, should I loose this cool...

All I want is just to take-a-peek, as she grabs my... attention: is she too shy to speak?

Until this fine girl I met; she hadn't found me yet - Well, there ain’t no crime in tryin', so don’t get so upset

It’s just my curiosity!  It’s got the better, the better of me
(ay ay ay ay) I can’t help if I like what I see

The chance comes once, only once in-a-while
We might just flip it upside-down tonight, so's I can teach her how to smile!

(Drums: Boom Ba Boom Ba Boom Ba Boom Boom Bap!)

Hidin' my face that isn't what I do best - I just want to know ifin' I can pass her test

You see it makes no difference if I embarrass myself
Hell, that's the only way I know sometimes to find me somebody else

I’m a thrill hunter, not some geek, Better hurry up y'all,  like there’s no time to be meek

Some say it’s the thing that really killed the cat - Well, I got nine lives: an' I ain’t turning back

It's just...My curiosity!  That's got the better, the better of me
(ay ay ay ay) I can’t help if I like what I see

Them pretty things come once, only once in-a-while

I'm gonna smash her bedroom wall, make her flower stand tall!

Say pretty lady, now maybe be sad, but I ain't no stalker or Moon howlin' mad
Say like when you give me the time of day, you might just spend a minute, not just walk away...

And satisfy, satisfy... My Curiosity!
Why, ay, ay satisfy, satisfy this: hungry guy you see!

Well satisfy, satisfy all of my curiosities

(Why ay ay) satisfy, satisfy the lonely night come see

Just make Love to Me!


Written in Bangkok, Thailand
David Wayne Clare  (c) In Perpetuity - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Clairvoyant Music / BMI

www.mynoisyplanet.com/davidjohnclare
Rockin country lyrics by D. Clare
Rockin country genre
(C) in perpetuity
David W Clare Jan 2015
"My Curiosity"

(Whats her name? Now why won't she stop and talk to me?)

Trying all day to find the right merge, planning every way just how to quench this here urge
Now walking my way, I may come on to her, dare I not scare her, should I loose this cool...

All I want is just to take-a-peek, as she grabs my... attention: is she too shy to speak?

Until this fine girl I met; she hadn't found me yet - Well, there ain’t no crime in tryin', so don’t get so upset

It’s just my curiosity!  It’s got the better, the better of me
(ay ay ay ay) I can’t help if I like what I see

The chance comes once, only once in-a-while
We might just flip it upside-down tonight, so's I can teach her how to smile!

(Drums: Boom Ba Boom Ba Boom Ba Boom Boom Bap!)

Now hidin' my face isn't what I do best - I just want to know ifin' I can pass her test
You see it makes no difference if I embarrass myself
Hell, that's the only way I know to find me somebody else

I’m a thrill hunter, not some geek, Better hurry up, like there’s no time to be meek

Some say it’s the thing that really killed the cat - Well, I got nine lives: an' I ain’t turning back

It's just...My curiosity!  That's got the better, the better of me
(ay ay ay ay) I can’t help if I like what I see

Them pretty things come once, only once in-a-while
I'm gonna smash her bedroom wall, make her flower stand tall!

Say pretty lady, now maybe be sad, but I ain't no stalker or Moon howlin' mad
Say like when you give me the time of day, you might just spend a minute, not just walk away...

And satisfy, satisfy... My Curiosity!
Why, ay, ay satisfy, satisfy this: hungry guy you see!
Well satisfy, satisfy all of my curiosities
(Why ay ay) satisfy, satisfy this lonely night come see
Just make Love to Me!

David Wayne Clare  (c) In Perpetuity - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Clairvoyant Music / BMI

www.mynoisyplanet.com/davidjohnclare

Rockin country lyrics
Non plagiarized

crude a cappella demo on YouTube

Link here

My Curiosity  a cappella demo: http://youtu.be/tBk0n8xC2TI

Thank you!
Rockin country genre
Anthony Moore Mar 2014
I think I first met the Devil
on a long dark highway.
I was hitch hiking and he was going my way.
He wore the cleanest suit I've ever seen,
but drove such a ****** up truck.
Said that he was in between limousines and I said

"That's just my luck, my life is a ****, everyday she gets ******."

And he laughed until he gasped and he grasped at his chest
then he asked if he could have one of my last cigarettes.
I said

"Actually stranger, I don't get down like that.
These are packed with the bang of that cool BOOM-BAP!."


His lips were
t h i n
and twisted in the most devilish grin.
Just when I smiled back at him he said

"I know who you are, and, who you were back then. Don't you remember me friend? With no laces in your issues and your fist got misused, so come on let's be honest. What are you into? There's got to be something that tempts you."

"Man plenty of **** do. But I don't let it affect me you could have said it directly now you're only here to infect me so, I'll just be on my way if you let me."

He told me

"Tony, see it's not that easy, there are no free rides in these times and we've already gone about three miles. So what's it going to be? Your heart, your soul, or your sanity?"

The moral of my story is just, you must, be careful who you trust.
Even Lucifer was an angel once.
Duke Thompson Oct 2016
if this line is last line
know it was a victory lap
rari, 'cedes AMG (ya brazy)
commercial life dream rabies
make fun of commercial rap

still want that mclaren,
yea you starin' baby
uhhh please, you broke
talkin' bout the red cross town limo (OCTran)
'po lika baby momma didn't even know
save me yuh (87 baseline yuh)

808 boom bap clap snap (sound here)
never joke bout straps (round here)
ace in my cap (down here)
never pretend to trap, white as **** (blind seer)

pass the puck without the ruckus
down the range with the shiv stuck us
gotta strong poker face tryna bluff yuss
knock wig back gut stuffin if you rushin us
boy i dust the rust off my metal alloy pen
I am more than half insane
I am a walking drug with a boom bap heart beat
A giant tree with an old soul and thinking box
Where did the time of life go?
**** simple poetry. **** false meaning. **** society life.
Cruise on the wings of eternity
Live for your soul which is one with all soul
Eternal Love in a box full of dead roses...
Big Virge Nov 2020
So When Are We TOO OLD... ?
To Be Seen As.... " Dope ".... ?!?

Or What's Called... " HOT "... !?!
Like Some SUPER FINE Crotch.... !!!!!

Well I'm... At THAT AGE...
Where My Body NOW ACHES... !!!
But STILL Have A BRAIN... !!!!!
That Functions... OKAY... !!!

So Let's Set Things STRAIGHT... !!!!!!!!!!

I STILL Have ARRAYS...
of... CLEVER Wordplay... !!!
THAT Rhythmically Flows...
When I Hit The Stage... !!!

So DON'T TRY To CLAIM...
That My Stage Show's LAME... !!!
And That My Beats Sound The Same... !!!!!

Cos' My Age NOW DICTATES...
That I'm ABLE Today... !!!
To Use FEAR As A Way...
To Make My Game PLAY...
In Ways That I COULDN'T...
When I Felt Young And Brave...

So Am I Now A VICTIM...
of What's Called... " Ageism "... ?!?

You Youngu'ns NEED To LISTEN.... !!!!!
You're ENTITLED To... YOUR Vision...

of ART You Feel Is... KICKIN'...
But DON'T You Be FORGETTIN'... !!!

That... OLDER Heads Had Rhythm...
BEFORE You Guys Were LIVING...
Or ITCHING... In The Pants...
of Who You Call Your Dads... !!!!!

SO DON'T Be So......... DISMISSIVE.........
of Heads Whose... Form of Wisdom...

When It Comes To Basic THINKING...
Is Something AGE Has Given...
THAT Like Nas' Said Is WRITTEN... !!!

OLD Artists DON'T Be Quitting...
Because NEW TRENDS Are HITTING... !!!
CHARTS And... Those Positions...
That Leave Them With...
TOM CRUISE Type Missions... !!!!!!!!

For Their ART To Gain MASS VISION... !!!
Come ON... OLD MAN Be FILMING... !!!!!

Like OLD Rockers Be ROCKING............ !!!!!!
And Hip Hop Keeps.... " EVOLVING "....

Or... SHOULD DO But It's Mocking...
What... OLDER Heads Had SET...

A Formula That Said....
BOOM BAP Right To Hip Hops' END... !!!!!!!!!!!!!

We Mean NO DISRESPECT... !!!

But Trends Get Left...
Where CLASS Is Kept...

In Art That YES Transcends....
BEYOND What's Hip Or The NEW LIK'... !!!!!

Take Some Time To THINK On It.............................

If Life Is A CYCLE That Circles Around... ???
Why Would It DIFFER When It Comes To SOUND... !?!

It's Studio SNIFFERS...
And TAKERS NOT Givers... !!!
Who Choose What Is... " COOL "...

They're Out FISHING For FOOLS... !!!!!!
Who... HAVEN'T BEEN Schooled... !!!

So Think That Their YOUTH...
Will Be The ATTRACTION...
That KEEPS Their Tunes BLASTING... !!!

While MANY Are Asking...
If Hip Hop's COLLAPSING... !!!!

NO Lyrics Or CLASSICS... ?!?
To Feed Todays' Masses... !!!

Because of The Way....
That The Music's... ARRanGeD... ?!?!?

NO... Bass Lines That BUMP...
Or Kick Drums That THUMP...

NO MORE Jazzy Grooves...
Or... Samples To Use... !!!

"Man, them styles are TOO OLD !!!
To now grab a hold, of young bodies and souls !"

I Guess That's The Way... ?
That The Story Unfolds............

Well ME I Don't Know..... ?
While There's STRENGTH In My Bones...
And MY BLOOD AIN'T Turned Cold... !!!

I'll NEVER Believe...
That I Like The Style....
That Makes My Art Flow...

Will EVER CONCEDE To It...

Being.............................. .

...... " Too Old "......
Age Is ... But A Number !
Big Virge Jun 2020
Now The Words...

... " Big Virge "...

Are Those That Merge...
With... QUALITY Verse... !!!

From A Mind That Works...
Like Chickens Get ******... !!!

Or Heads Who... " Merk' "...

These TWERPS Who Twerk...
More Than Worms Turn... !!!

I Choose To Merge...
My Verse With Verbs...
Adverbs And Herbs......

KNOW What I Mean... !!!!!

Yup... That GOOD Green... !!!

So It's Lean And Rides On Waves So HIGH...
That It Feels Just Like I... Can TOUCH The Sky... !!!

When I Merge My Rhymes...
With Thoughts That Find...
A Way To Describe...
How I've Merged In Life...

With Trouble and Strife...
And The Daily Grind...
of A... Nine To Five...

The Girls I've Liked...
When They've Been Inclined...
To Let Their Thighs...
Become Merged With MINE... !!!!!

For Nights That Merge Them With BIG VIRGE... !!!

I'm A Man Whose Learned To Utilise Verse...
In Ways That Merge With... Musical Turns...

Beats That Merge With Big Virge Speech...
In Ways That Seem... Seamless Believe... !!!

Even Though My Flows...
Are Done... ALONE... !!!

... NO Beats In Tow... !!!!!

A Capellas That Show...
How Big Virge Tones...
Require NO GROOVE...
To Make Them Move...
In Ways That Produce...
Like... Producers DO... !!!

The Type Who've Merged...
My Verse With... Reverb...

And HARD Bass Lines...
That Fit With Rhymes...
In Ways That UNITE...
And Sound Sweet Like...

Boom Bap Rappers...
Whose Flows Are DAPPER... !!!

Well I Mean... Emcees...
Who BODY Hot Beats... !!!
Like Guns In The Streets... !!!

You See I Merge The Lyrical...
With Wordplay Metaphysical....

Or Maybe Just The Physical...
... As If It Is A RITUAL...
To Be Rhythmic And So CRYPTIC...

That Crip' Man Couldn't... " FLIP IT "... !!!!!!

Divergent... When I'm Merging...
My Verses Like... Insurgents...

Whose Flows Merge With REAL PURPOSE.... !!!!!

Beyond The Clowns Whose CIRCUS...
Proves That Their Flows Are WORTHLESS... !!!

While Flows I Merge Are EARNEST... !!!

IMPERIOUS and SERIOUS...
So CLEARLY NOT For IDIOTS... !!!!!

They're Well Observed...
Researched And Well Versed...
In Delivering... STRONG Spoken words... !!!

Like I Said At The Start....

The Name... " BIG VIRGE "...
IS ONE When It Comes To QUALITY Verse...

That DESERVES To Be Heard... !!!
Because When They're Linked...

They TRULY...

.... " Merge "....
As the poem says......
I cannot describe just how It feels
Heading outward on my wheels
Delìvering parcels everywhere
Traveling along without a care.

I start my day up on the wood
That's were I live it feels so good
Before I turn on the ignition key
First things first its a cup of tea.

Then I am off to my very first stop
A road in shard end a floristry shop
Then I drive to another place
A corner house on a council estate.

Then I move on to Bordesley green
Memory lane if you know what I mean
What I see is the life I once knew
The friends I had yes I had a few.

Time it comes for a morning snack
A cholesterol unfriendly bacon bap
I swill it down with a mug of tea
And back on the road and feeling free.

I love my job driving this van
Done it for years I'm a delivery man
I move along to any piont anywhere
Just give me a call and I'll be there.

I travel east and travel  west
I'm your delivery man doing my best
Driving vans is all that I've known
And Birmingham city is my Home.

So when I finish and my day is done
Back to the wood I've completed my run
The van is safely tooked away
I'll be back again same time next day.
I was talking to a driver he told me how much he enjoyed driving
He lived in  four parts of Birmingham during his life time
And every day he passed were he used to live.So to him they were his memories.
Rappin like I'm strappin. Cause every time I rhyme it's a crime of passion. Directing these words to take action, splitting these ******* into fractions. Killing wack rappers for your satisfaction.
Bring back that boom bap for a new vibration. Cause we need to move this nation that slowing to stagnation. These new spitters have no inspiration. No words for the kids that spectating, they raise kids into self hating, unappreciating the knowledge awaiting.
You see.
My reason for breathing is to keep you believing in the dreaming worth seeing.
Rhyming to those who need some healing. The children need to know its ok to have feelings.
There's a king or queen in these young beings.
But you teach em to struggle from the beginning.
But I preach the hustles O.G. meaning.
Teach em your mental muscle out weighs and out pays dope dealing.
That when you die the last thing you take is your with your *** is cash and bling bling.
Teach these kids to run with no legs... Lil tink tink.  So dont close your eyes, life passes by in a half blink.
**** conforming I'm preforming to make them think.
This country is not weak we're just on the brink of finding that missing link to confirm the only belief... wich is love, and only our love should reign from above. One love is the riches of all lives, from saints to thugs and that's because...
 you matter, I matter, matter of fact we are all made of matter, and equality is still a missing factor. This country was built from immigrants, and it's insignificance has lead to neglence and ignorance. But our omnipresence could be start of our new independence, get out the past and rise up to the present. We have a presence that could change us from the accused to the defendants.
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David W Clare Dec 2014
Trying all day to find the right merge, planning every way just how to quench this here urge
Now walking my way, I may come on to her, dare I not scare her, should I loose this cool...

All I want is just to take-a-peek, as she grabs my attention: is she too shy to speak?

Until this fine girl I met; she hadn't found me yet - Well, there ain’t no crime in tryin', so don’t get so upset

It’s just my curiosity!  It’s got the better, the better of me
(ay ay ay ay) I can’t help if I like what I see

The chance comes once, only once in-a-while
We might just flip it upside-down tonight, so's I can teach her how to smile!

(Drums: Boom Ba Boom Ba Boom Ba Boom Boom Bap!)

Now hidin' my face isn't what I do best - I just want to know ifin' I can pass your test
You see it makes no difference to me if I embarrass myself
Hell, that's the only way I know to find me somebody else

I’m a thrill hunter, not some geek, Better hurry up, like there’s no time to be meek

Some say it’s the thing that really killed the cat - Well, I got nine lives: an' I ain’t turning back

It's just...My curiosity!  That's got the better, the better of me
(ay ay ay ay) I can’t help if I like what I see

Them pretty things come once, only once in-a-while
I'm gonna smash her bedroom wall, make her flower stand tall!

Say pretty lady, now maybe be sad, but I ain't no stalker or Moon howlin' mad
Say like when you give me that time of day, you might just spend a minute, not just walk away...

And satisfy, satisfy... My Curiosity!
Why, ay, ay satisfy, satisfy this: hungry guy you see!
Well satisfy, satisfy all of my curiosities
(Why ay ay) satisfy, satisfy the lonely night come see
Just make Love to Me!


Written in Bangkok, Thailand
David Wayne Clare  (c) In Perpetuity - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Clairvoyant Music / BMI

www.mynoisyplanet.com/davidjohnclare
Rockin country lyrics by David John Clare
Big Virge Dec 2020
Okay Now Kids...
Yup... Here It Is... !!!

That Spoken Word... " ish' "...
Mister Big Virge Brings... !!!

Rhythmic... Cryptic Fit When It Flows...
To Equip Music And Notes I Quote...

With Vibes That INVITE...
Jazzy Styled Basslines...
... Hip Hop Inspired... !!!

So... NEVER Tired... !!!
Because Here It Is... !!!
Lyrical Scripts That Do BACKFLIPS... !!!!

When I Start To Twist...
My Words Like Chicks...
At The Olympics...
Doing... Gymnastics.... !!!

See Verse Like THIS...
Is That HOT SPIT... !!!!!

******* Like KINGS...
Who Spit Lyrics...
That Produce THOSE HITS... !!!!!

You Know The List...
Is Just..... TOO BIG...... !!!!!!

From Old Skool' Pros...
To Those Who GLOW With Modern Flows... !!!!!

Me... Well I GO...
Like A Poem I Wrote... !!!

DEEP Into Soul...
And HARD Drum Rolls... !!!

BELIEVE Boom Bap Befits My Raps...
Or... " Spoken Words "....
That REJECT.............. Curse... !!!!

UNLESS It Works...
Twerks' OUT of Jerks'... !!!!!
And Makes The Girls...
GYRATE Their Curves... !!!!!

Cos'... Here it is... !!!
Some Verse That Liks'...
More Than Their *****...
And... **** Bits... !!!!!

Yes... " Here It Is "...
Lyrics That Sit...
Just Like The Strings...
You Hear in This... !!!!!

See I'm Guiding The Guys...
Who Produce The Vibes...
That... Musically Ride...
Right By The Side of Verses I Rhyme...

That FEED WISE Minds...
With Words That CLIMB...

And... Touch THE SKY... !!!
When I Sit and write...
And FREE UP Lines...
That Come Daytime...
And YES At Night... !!!!

Because That's RIGHT...
I Am The Dark Knight of A Different Type...

Now That's The THIRD Time...
Within These Rhymes...

That I've Dropped Titles To My RECITALS...

That... Just Like THIS...
Are Lyrically SICK...
And Oiled To Be Slick... !!!

Check Out The Mix...
of Lyrical Tricks And Sweet Music...

Because The Truth Is THIS...

When It Comes To Lyrics...
And Music That KICKS...

You Know The Score...
We Keep It... RAW... !!!

And RESIST Gimmicks... !!!
So That What We Give...
Is... Simply THIS... !!!

Yes... AUTHENTIC... !!!!!

So Don't... Dismiss..................................
The Scripts I Flip...
Cos' When It Comes To This Thing.......

That's Called... REALNESS...
Don't Look Any Further Because.....

" Here.... It.... IS "
Opening track from the album, " Virges World... Music & Verse Vol. 2 " ...

Listen Here : https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/1-here-it-is-triple-e-mix?in=user-16569179/sets/more-virges-world-files
Moving Mountains Long, No Wrong
Through the Death Valley, Storms of Sands
Through the Death Valley, Shadows of Death
Through the Death Valley, Songs of Trouble

Moving Mountains Long, No Right
Through the Death Valley, Fighting Temptation
Through the Death Valley, A suicidal trip
Through the Death Valley, Fear till Conquered

Moving Mountains Long, No More Tears
Through the Death Valley, Breaking Bricks
Through the Death Valley, Plastering Staff
Through the Death Valley, Obligation of Stomp

Moving Mountains Long, No More Bruises
Through the Death Valley, Scared for Life
Through the Death Valley, Dagger for Vice
Through the Death Valley, Feast for Rice

Bands in Width, Distractions in Length
Lands of Fire, In the Hands of the Broken Waters
Fear of Heights, Bravery of Fights
A Beast's Demise, No Savoury in My Steak

Season Transition, Flu's & Coughs
Summer, Sunny & Lazy, yet Energetic
Winter, Grey & Cold, how sad
Autumn & Spring, so neutral tempo, Silly as Boom Bap, they Claim
Chilly as Cold, Hot as Chilli
Silly as Bold, Bold as Wil-LY
Filled, yet ******
empty, yet tasty.

Creepy as Smart, Crazy as Lazy
I'm Insane, the QUESTION is,
are you?
The pain and sorrow we all go though is the Emotion,the physical is just a Minor, like pleasure.
The Major deal is, do you have soul for the path you choose to walk?
Kevin Omondi Sep 2018
Saw you I knew you were the jackpot
Describing you sexually girl you are hot
Give me a chance I’ll take care of your heart
Ain’t a heartbreaker a player am not
Am serious let’s try it out lets court
I like what I see I think am crushing on you
If am the one then I’ll be dancing for you
Keep you close every time I’ll be here for you
Its Friday we going out we set that date
Whatever I feel for you let it not turn from love to hate

         Girl, you are one of a kind,
        Yeah, your personality you also kind,
        With you I don’t have to grind
        I mean it, with you I don’t have to grind
        Just want to make sure we always bind
       Whether had or easy for sure we will bind
      B’coz am in love and love is blind
Everything you do tells me how much you care
Am a footballer but playing you I won’t dare
I know finding one like you it is rare
Be ready am ready like Eveready
Whatever comes our way we will handle
With life you better be sure it’s not a gamble
I get lost looking at your beauty do you have a map
Sometimes I just want you to lay on my lap
Right here if you need anything just tap
Singing a love song to you I want to rap
Like it when we hug between me and you no gap
Your figure outstanding I like the size of your bap
Being with you is all I want
I’ll provide what you need every day am out I hunt
Stick to me because its love all I want
Are you walking Annie
Let me pop a xanny
Before this smooth criminal
Get booked by Danny
Scary sight when they come
Tell Freddy put down the ***
And Jason bring the gang
It’s getting paranormal
So my activity is quiet
Over everything
I not one to hold back
Like Azealia banks
So be prepared to be offended
When I go up in it
Because this sentence
Carries more weight
So wait til the end
I’m a mini gun in call duty
Sprinkle in a lil Duke nuke
Parappa couldn’t even match how I shoot
Bars everywhere like you on a strip
Cause what y’all be spitting
Isn’t sick it’s contagious
How else do you explain
How they exclaim
That they greatest in the game
The reason..the world hasn’t heard my name
So invest in a genius
Not for lyrics
But to eat
Since after I speak
Everybody gone weep
But I’m not into emo rap
So let’s boom bap
And bring back good times
While you huxtables decline
Cause wordsmiths always win
Like I gave a will a pen
Eugene Apr 2018
Dance with the devil with
two chicken feet,
spilled beans
pills reeking of sin,
braided veins, clenching fists,
the Lord is my shepherd when
I'm the sheep,
manifesting brethren and manifestos
of governments,
depopulation of educated slaves,
drink from the cup that
defines your worth,
***** lips, thoughts in braille,
diabetic oldies and cabbages,
dead fetuses and tomatoes,
manhood and eggplants,
sterile women eating omelets,
abandoned kids eating goat meat,
buried underneath slubs,
subscribe to the notifications
of corrupted media,
mutating phobias, the feared is
the victim.
Poets and marijuana,
writers' block and emotionless poems,
******* eating molds,
fungus and bacteria foams.
Hide righteousness in a cloak,
dangling nerves have strangled
our generation!!!

Club Controller;
Boom bap,
*** shaking,
wombs filled with ghosts of babies,
Ovaries now main ingredients for corporate omelets.
Adam and Eve,
the dominant and the submissive,
Bitten forbidden fruit on Apple logos.
Artificial intelligence,
human negligence,
mummified peasants,
death is proud of its workspace.
Institutions judging
black ops as being too rebellious for success,
stores selling tumours
and diabetes symptoms.
Atheists and theists fighting in poetry pieces.
Innocent citizens dodging bullets whilst diving into graves,
mortuary polluted with the smell of corpses with gunpowder in small spaces.
Free our souls,
stop polishing the chains that shackle us,
remove handcuffs that have extended to our throats whilst we dangle from Amarula branches.
Deceived intellectuals,
searching for Nirvana in cannabis trips,
mocking poetry,
seeing Shakespeare as a founding father.
Deception poeticized,
corruption politicized!
The truth is my artery,
wisdom is my capillary,
poetry is the hidden mos code in my fingerprints.
Poetry is the stem to
ascend truth into the human language,
use it for no social
media whilst
marketing for likes!!!

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