#tizzop
1.) tizzop introduced gangsta poetry february 2021
no man ever before created a poetry genre alike
gangsta poetry, robust melting *** of languages
and ethnicities, as it reflects the united states
2.) the idols of gangsta poetry are rooted in the
underworld, blacks, hispanics, italo- and irish-
americans, asians, arabs, germans, kurds,
yugos, albanians, afghans, northern-africans...
3.) multilingual are the core, heart and soul of
a gangsta poem: glockz, rubix cubies, 31er
salam, jebeš igru, habibis, brüder, fo' sho':
rapid months, frozen silverfruit, whole ones
4.) every letter of gangsta poetry becomes the
side effects of our brand's real-life greed and fury
mourning the end of beloved baby mommas
deaths caused by strayed bullets that vamoose
5.) gangsta poetry aims to be published among
all ethnic communities of the 50 united states
deadline 08/16/21 stresses american willpower
gangsta poetry scandalously hits us's curriculas
6.) each of the 194 remaining countries is urged
to promote and govern gangsta poetry for
the neglected, weighted with glacial contempt
these males and females discover their kind in us
7.) tizzop established a saying: "treat every being
with an open mind, but fight back, baby, if anyone
disrespects you, the gps, or our hangarounds"
at war, we remember our families before we blast
8.) bar none, each gangsta poet is free to connect
affiliate and distribute with and for the gp's
brothas and sistas -- gps create examples of
social diversity and historical dimensions
9.) female gangsta poets are a quarter of us
some keep it gal, united sisterhood, astute flow
in memory of leery leyla, chalondra, kateyy,
mountainbird, ivanka cociç, ashima abraham
10.) genderfree, gangsta poets are chosen
undertakings composed by thugs & artists
the spirit of a few meets strife of hood speech
gp evolved from a movement to an own identity
11.) restrictions do not apply for written creation
strategic outgrowth and unshaken cash flow
gp embraces brainy ones, and our soldiers
narrators in conspiracy, art nouveau trips
12.) gangsta poetry admires the following people:
jeezy, killa cam, toni der assi, iron sal, dmx
anton chigurh, sigmund freud, rashid stoogie
larry hoover, elliot york hp, kevin of allpoetry
13.) taktloss, luis fonsi, blockmonsta, all bolivian
and peruvian farmers, te amamos, our brothers
187 strassenbande, senion mogilevich, nirvana
john murphy, dem dudes alpha hotel frankfurt
14.) much love to all global units, poets, thieves
traffic architects, hackers, true skippos
german bakeries, all-black betting shops
jews from brighton beach, hispanic halos
15.) benny da bandit, tony tarantula, gambino, brate
hamza al-mighty, fat **** frank, jens, das brain
fred merciless, familia escorpio, ruben and levi
ali firefists, kimbo slice, scarface, oleksiy, dejan
16.) daim, loomit, dns 1up, **** my **** crew
berlin kreuzberg 36ers, playboys hannover
yard bird 1955, taki 183 n.y.c., basquiat, level
dbl ffm-skychildren, bomber, city mission
17.) gangsta poetry overwhelmingly shaped by
our ancestors who boosted the poetry of ages
train bombers, rappers, trappers, taggers, cutters
we descent from them, honor their names
18.) gangsta poets die for poems that struck
gps, fans and critics in a possessive way
limits of real talk and boasting are in flux
trance batters the face of reason, at dusk
***
Once upon a time at March 22nd, 2021
Kreuzberg SO 36, Berlin, Germany...
Dedicated to all Gangsta Poets Worldwide
Heaven and hell yeah, disciples outpace seconds
Greetings from Wondaland, a.k.a. The Magic City
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 9:06 PM UTC
in a void of air and space
music floats and keeps us safe
you need to listen
fo real and fo shizzle: listen
it's 3:45 everybody bossed up
dough fetish fantasies
the suzuki in a jakuzzi
keeps my mind busy
(keeps my mind busy)
how can you enter the next stage?
it's fo real like tizzops cage
the barrel of a golden gauge
look into my face: a rat race
never ending being fast paced
today is my last day but i will
remain
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
don't think you could
beat the street without
me
it's madov's bossy laughter
and his vossy
attitude
i don't know if
you know what i mean:
solitude
but that's fine my brother
but that's fine my sister
without writing
everything is fist fighting
without fist fighting
everything is writing
i need me a
new language
new lady
thousand babies
and i'll found a tribe
you never heard of it'll
be called
tizzop
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
i got a friend
on hello poetry
i like her poetry
she a good person:
interested
light-hearted
and a fighter
keep it up girl
and stay a writer
by the way: tizzop says hello!
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 4:37 PM UTC
your warm heart
is the pulse of my life
the sweetest speech is when
i speak to you anna
my salvation
my destiny
the sweetest blood is
your blood anna
your warm heart
is the pulse of my life
the pulse of my life
is your warm heart
my savior
my salvation
the pulse of our lifes
are our hearts
travel with me
i will take you away
forever anna
anna forever
a: absolute love
n: neverlanddreams
n: no other woman
a: absolute love
your name is a
frame
your reflection a
painting
anna+tizzop
tizzop+anna
and this white page has become a bole
our lovenames are engraved in wood
and wood never sinks in water
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 5:51 AM UTC
...is a purple curtain
behind this curtain
is your flesh
behind your flesh
is your ego
behind your ego is the real you
we've been on a journey
like grandpa and grandmom
take me away
take me to the place of the real you
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 4:08 PM UTC
antwone the gang leader always
be like: imma make a call; two
minutes and they here
regardless what the issue about:
antwone always about dat
(and they always come for sure)
me? i ain't made for that
me just tizzop
ain't belong to antwone's
brotherhood
even if i wanted to:
they wouldn't let me
dem dudes roll heavy
while i note down outsider dreams with white ink on
black pages
you feel me?
antwone's dudes addicted to
drive-by-shootings
i'm deep inside; yet no part of that;
my handz not made for glockz
my hands are made for pens;
i'm from the ghetto; who cares?
my hands are made for pens
and if i'm broke i will
write with sparkling fingers
that is for certain therefore my death will be silver
my eyes be shiny like gold then
god is always by my side
you feel me god? good cause i feel you god (HEART)
last breath: tizzop's dead body will be floating on air
because a good man does the right thing (i want to be good)
dead brotherhoodlums be munched by icy blacktop
you feel me?
eternally doomed down there without air
i won't be there
i am from the ghetto
who cares?
my hands are made for pens
* WRITE TO SURVIVE *
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
females
lovers
yachts
forbidden fruit (eden)
little hole (eve)
Yahweh (tizzop)
friends
luck
yack
turn every letter around turn warriors
into choirboys allergic against weapons
turn vampires into
humans
turn around: somebody behind you
spying each letter you gotta
be better
don't turn the page NOW
the paper'd simply fly downwards into hell
with you
besides: the book of your life will end soon enough
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
tizzop is the lover of
a single mother
years ago tizzop
knocked at our door
nighttime the remains of
day splattered across the floor
when you think of tizzop:
think of your last
déjà vu and what you
felt
think of early immigration:
the german belt
tizzop: a combination of
people lovin/people hatin'
pride of a nation yet
last letter standing in a
poem without ending
long time ago tizzop
knocked at our door
nighttime the remains of
day splattered across the floor
tizzop hungry; he asked for
food while slowly taking his hat off
to my mom; she delighted since she
saw into the eyes of a warrior acting
quite politely
then tizzop fainted and fell on
the floor obviously he was starving
mom fried some chicken
later at the table tizzop gobbled
bonez'n'skin;
the more i looked at tizzop's
traits the way he moved his
cheeks and chewed his food
i sensed that we were
kin
nobody talked: familiar
silence filled the room
the more i looked at tizzop's
bossy smile and his
black teeth i was
reminded of something
like the déjà vu of a
déjà vu
strong connection between
tizzop and me: he
stayed at our place and soon became
my brother
little by little mom turned him
into her lover
wanted to **** him but
didn't
**** it this poem gotz to be
hidden
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
dear poetry
i have to tell you
something
there's something i
need to tell you poetry:
;-) OINK ;-)
just wanted to say
hello... ehrm [deep sigh]
"hello poetry!"
Nov 28, 2019
Nov 28, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
will you protect our
heritage?
will you tell mom the
truth about us?
would you die for
me when they shoot at
us again?
last time nine
bullets hit me as i hustled
to save
tizzop
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
fly me from atlanta to
miami
hurry up
fast
don't make me
wait
you ain't
tizzop
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC