"choppin" poems
So many chiefers and not enough Indians
There Yosef go with that ******** again fools can't comprehend
Cuz them weeds they choppin' put all thoughts to end
So come again like ya repeating the same thang
Ghetto Twain rhymes like boomerang leavin' welts on the back of the membrane
My topics ain't meant for population
So if you don't like change the **** station
So fools keep on puffin' and I'm.keep on stuffin'
My minds with nothing knowledge I learned nothing college
But to party and ******** shut and take a hit
Let the dogia explore your deepest mind terrains
Got ya hooked like a crane invoking much pain
Time is suffering people offering up sacrifices
And claiming they just being nice for the right price
They'll sell out they soul for few ounces of gold
So you see what's happening blasting like rocket
Coming for pockets of fake prophets once I'm set I'm a raging bull so ain't no stopppin' it
Then next thing ya know I stare at the floor and the window
My third eyes enlighten
Thinking to myself I gotta go
but I got buzz contact off that fake indo...
Shaking my head looking at these young studs
Laughing at em smokin'them fake budds
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
****** and bass
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
**** that's why
I won't pursue her.
Love and the essence of life
don't get through to her.
She is an addict.
Running from life
and abusing ****
to get away from it.
So much beauty and potential
but he she wanna be a dumb *****
She wanna be that *****
or some *****
that gotta man that's rich
and follow the crowd.
Blowin loud.
Poopin xans
and sippin lean.
She ain't never seen
a trap but
She listens to Future
and shes stumblin.
Choppin it the **** up
and mumblin.
Lickin her lips and giggling
because my sub in the trunk
is tickling her pearl tongue
and both lungs.
We are both young
but that's no reason
to act so dumb
and walk around all numb.
When I kick her some philosophy
she doesn't care
all she can think about
is her on top of me.
All in her soul.
All in her face.
****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
The Promethazine King.
The codeine connoisseur.
You can't be a loser
if you wanna get
through to her.
She needs your dollar signs
and expensive ****
before you even see the ****
or a *** or an *** cheek.
She's fine as hell but
If you ask me
she ain't no Ashley
from Fresh Prince.
She's nasty.
Freaky and far from innocent.
She wants it blasted
in her face
until she can't see straight.
She wants the force from the back
till she feel it
in her stomach and her back.
She listens to Future
but I'm no codeine cowboy.
She's mistaken me for him
because I'm
as fresh as an altoid
and my eyes are as low as
the unemployment rate.
I set the bait
and there is the prey.
Now she is
all in my face.
****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
[Verse 1: MGK]
This ain't no halo over my head *****
But dear God can you forgive the sinnin'
For everything that I did since the beginnin'
Because the devil around me so much
That you would think I got a death wish
Yeah, and the voices in my head get louder
Watchin' my career disappear like powder
Wish I could rewind those hours and get my life back
Strike that, hanging on this **** like a life jacket
**** rappin', I was really livin' everything I was spittin'
***** what's happenin'
Fights daily, nights crazy dream chasin' till the drugs came
I was choppin' up them ******* like Jason
Had a ************* face layin' on the cold pavement
Wake up take 'em now I feel sane
Spendin' every penny in the studio slayin'
Me and my mob workin' any odd job
Prayin' this little dream was gonna feed our babies
Save me Lord, save me Lord, what the **** is this curse you gave me Lord
Everybody think I finally made it Lord, but all I am is now is a slave my God
[Hook:]
This ain't no halo...
Revelations says if people wipe every tear from their eyes than death shall be no more, neither shall their be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore for the former things have passed away, EST 4 Life ************
[Verse 2: MGK]
Put that halo around my neck, *****
And give me death
I'm 22 and this 22 on my left, God bless
Maybe I'll finally see
Maybe they'll return what's originally mine because finder's keep
Maybe I will be great, and this voice of mine was designed to be the finest key
But, I'm losing faith, everyday they got news to break
Like my single flopped, and now I ain't hot
And they don't know if I'm ever gonna see the light of day
My labels mad or my albums bad or you ain't livin' up to the hype we thought you had
Or I lost a fan or I'm in cuffs again and meanwhile I ain't there to be my daughters dad
**** what's left for me? because I don't ever want to become a celebrity
I don't want anyone to feel less than me so put your camera down and stand next to me
Right here, EST, everyone stand together
And if I ever RIP than I know everything I stand for's forever, lace up!
[Hook:]
This ain't no halo...
And when you play this song, hold your head high, ************ don't ever look down, be comfortable with who you are, our flaws are what makes us perfect
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
When I was 16 and done
Cleaning out his horse stalls
Mr. Sodie Hampton said,
"Son, don't never work for less than
$1.50 an hour the rest of your life."
Momma who grew up choppin and pickin
Cotton said it a different way,
"A hard day's work deserves a
A good day's pay."
Momma also said,"You ain't any better
Than anyone else, but nobody's
Better than you either."
My Tennessee Momma also said,
"Son, your word is your bond and
A man looks after those weaker than him."
I learned as a man that children come first.
Syd and Sam taught me love
I'd never known.
We are all children of the same God
Breathed to life with the spark of
The Divine.
That's all why it ain't workin today.
We forgot all that.
We ain't all individual robots
With the strongest devouring the weakest.
And too many never worked for
Mr. Sodie Hampton and learned there's a
Floor beneath which we will not work
Indignities we will not bear
And disrespect we won't accept.
And our children deserve joy and freedom
And even skittles on a summer night
No matter their color or their clothes.
Too many of us got it ass-backwards
We make up all kind of reasons to
Hate and fight and **** and some
Even try to justify reape and ******
When Momma and Mr. Sodie Hampton said
It so different so long ago
In Tennessee and Missouri.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,......
.....stack, stack, stack, stack, stack.....chop,chop, chop, chop, chop.... stack, stack, stack, stack.....
HEY!!!
What are you doing here??
There's nothing here to see but an old man chopping fire wood and stacking it.
Heard tell it's gonna be a cold winter.
Colder than a witches ***
You don't need to be here for this boring, repetitive, chore of mine.
Run along.
I'm sure you can find something better to do.
And let me get back to my work,
Thank you very much.
Chop,chop,chop,chop,chop.....stack, stack, stack, stack ....chop, chop, chop, chop, ...etc...etc...
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
Yesterdays pain is following you
sits on your shoulder 'n don't set you free.
Took the wrong footin n stepped down on those,
lookin thru eyes that di'n't want to see.
We is diff'rent in colour
but skin an' blood just the same.
I am filled up wit' anger,
you is covered in shame.
Scared to look back
at hist'ry past
unable to turn from
what you wanted to last.
Tortured and toubled,
when it came to the clinch
you bought us along
an' introduced Mistuh Lynch.
To you Mistuh Whitey
we ar' lower than low,
Mistuh Blacky does the t'ings
that you don't want to know.
I belongs to the man,
just like-the dogs.
There for pickin' the crop
an' choppin' the logs.
Yesterdays pain's not goin' nowhere
It's stickin to you all o' the way.
Fo' the evil yo' done 'tis stayin' right there.
Never t' move, never t' sway.
Yeah yest'days pain is followin you
it sits on yo' shoulder 'n it won't set you free.
Cos you took the wrong footin' an' stepped down on those,
while starin' thru blind eyes that don't want t' see.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC
Don't you ever ******* say that I just left you out there
Now you're poppin' everything you find
and choppin' off all ya hair,
yknow,
it all just shows me the true disrespect you have
or let me say it honestly,
**the respect you never ******* had**
for me
So even though,
you walkin' round like you killin'
I think you're sadly suffering from that Shortman Syndrome
your 5'4 stature is an obvious symptom,
and eh, it may be unrelated
but honey, you cant keep a rhythm.
**so **** it**
our relationship kicked the bucket
tell your 4 little bitties to go ahead and ******* **** it**
and tell me what my **** tastes like
*******
Nah, I aint touchin' that ****
*real ****
**no one ***** with me *****
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi
This is a beat for all the ****** freaks
Smokin the keef til they get wide cheeks
Yo we got them blunts rolled proppa
With a fat core of shatta, even Big Poppa
Would hit it, then hit it again, spit a refrain
About how that **** smoke makes the brain
Feel so sane, goes with the grain, healing pain
I'm the DEA's bane of existence,
All because of my dank scents
But all we tryin' to do is make rents
For my friends, choppin ends
Put it in a crock *** but not too hot
Leave it in the spot for a while
Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi
Spend the time with a fat pile
Of hash, spittin that medicated style
About the cash that
We goin to make from the batch
Once this plan hatch
Time's up open up the hatch
See the green butter be quick to ******
It up in the cheese cloth
While it's still nice and soft
Strain out the chaff from the grain
For a better product better do it again
Cause you wanna have the fame in the game
Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi
Known by the name of the green baker
Risk taker, Swimmin in money lakes-er
Don't ***** wit the shakes
except for personal bakes
Only keef rinses sinces
you don't chinces
Keep the potencies
Gotta keep pounds around
One from each corner of town
Keepin your inventory down
Most diverse selection **** elections
With all that and the dope sound
And nobody around to **** with your crown
Light up the hash, we goin' get real high
While the smoke blows to the flows from Half Life of Phi
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Here we go again, you yelling and my head doin spins.
Now both so loud…both tryin to win.
A battle not ment to be, between two who have something so unique;
Now hot biting lips and at times can’t speak.
B_tch is a word I try not to say, I know it burns but what else can I say
You choppin at me like a tree, molding me like clay.
Into who you see in front of you,
Doing stupid things I wouldn’t think to do.
But you know what “f__k this” “I can’t take it no more”
How strong can a man be, when he like nailed to the floor.
And you can take it how you wanna
Cuz that’s where we at right now,
Cuz don’t forget what you throwing
Also hitting like kapow!!!
When all I wanted to do…was just lay down.
So could you please just stop and think of this
You and I in this frantic twist.
All I want is my baby’s kiss.
Brainstorm…and imagine me,
Think of my eyes and what they see.
Something not working that used to be.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Yo step into my world like KRS one my gun
Blows away the sun dunned your done no fun
In the dark lurk near the scariest parks
Found my heart at the bottom of an abyss
My fist cruise through the foggy mist dismiss
Wack lyricist and these lyrics will shift
Ya back disc slowly sip the cola jack crisp no lisp
Only to ya chick who's loving it shovin' it
Like the gangsta I am eat green eggs and ham
Dont give a **** suckas cookin' like a grand slam
Keep the street bases loaded imploded quoted
From the drug bible feed bullets to my rivals
Cuz its the survival of the fittest the wittiest
Colder than the coldest im celcius minus
Three million degrees make tracks tongue bleed
Once i cut on the beat nasty movin' Pistol Pete
Bury a **** with one powerful hit ahhh ****
Yosef doing damage from mics i manage
My guns beaminsh freak a bad chica who's Spanish
Let my runs of my hands handle this
See the styles to crisp chickens run from this
Heat to a roast no need to boast none come close
To skills choppin' to H a v o c next to P
Lead by the Triples P's ***** pedigrees and prodigy no apology
For the blood sprees catching wars glee
Creed of demons sealed with nature *****
Got em dreamin' down memory lane
Simplicity black Mark Twain stain brains
I could flatten a rocky terrains strains
A mustard seed moving mountains
Sitting at the fountain of youth sounding
Off with the twenty one gun salute **** your
troops
We ***** as mobsters in black pinned strip zoot suits
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 11:47 PM UTC
Make it
Sun is shining
The weather is sweet yeah
Makes you wanna
Move your dancing feet
For the rescue
Here I am
I want you to know y'all
Here I stand
As the morning gathers a rainbow
I want you to know y'all
That I'm a rainbow with you
'Cause I'm a hero
Like Robert de Niro
I know an Ital Rasta man
Got to keep I heights
Protection until' time
The sun is shining yeah
War is explosive
You got to demonstrate
Demonstrate, you got to demonstrate
Don't fight
'Cause the sun is shining for you
There's nothing else to do
Sun is shining
The weather is sweet yeah
Makes you wanna
Move your dancing feet
To the rescue
Here I am
I want you to know y'all
Here I stand
As the morning gathers a rainbow
I want you to know y'all
That I'm a rainbow with you
Woh woh woh yeah
Test the eye
Test the eye
Fear no evil
Channel like a lion
Channel like a lion
Some say, yeah
Money in my
One on one
Money in my pocket
But I just can't get your love
Some say, yeah
And the sun is shinin'
Don't fight and you got soul
And you're choppin' it up aero for you
There's nothin' else to do
Sun is shinin'
The weather is sweet
Makes you wanna move
Those dancing feet
To the rescue
Here I am
I want you to know nowl
Here I stand
As the morning gathers a rainbow
I want you to know now
That I'm a rainbow with you
As the morning gathers a rainbow
I'm rougher than rough
'Cause I'm a rainbow with you
Tougher than tough
Channel like a lion, yeah
This is some fashion, yeah
Spiritual fashion, yeah
Woh woh woh yeah
Woh woh woh yeah yeah
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 7:03 AM UTC
Yo, you fu*kin with the baddest,
no i ain't the other kid
claimin hype, im gettin right and Ni*gas hate the status.
I think its cause, they just dont know,
how long i've been at this
i've never ever heard a beat I can't Randy Savage.
the way you lookin at me, lookin like I'm just average,
baby im just tryna make you see through..: Glasses
I hate when you're passive, the tension gets so massive
started from the basement... So why we in the attic?
maybe we some addicts, your love's asthmatic..
I love it when you in the bed, working that maGIC!
I know we got problems, so lets move past it..
no turn around.. back it up.. like that *ss did!
You know I'm just playin, you already know these actions..
type of moves, keeps the mood.. total satisfaction
Baby aint no laxin.. specially when I'm rappin
Sh*t, I spit real, so much, they need Captions
Ain't nothing in this world, through the sadness.. the ashes
so baby can we live it up, until we in our caskets?
Don't go and be phony, like the ones who be actin..
look in each other's eyes... tell me, can you feel the passion??
I used to try to sneak these looks.. starin at her as* and..
she caught me lookin once, she tried to make it so dramatic
Baby, you a dime.. tryna find the way AT IT..
put you in my wallet, ya you can live lavish,
If I-ever-sign (*Iverson). they might think it was the PRACTICE..
but baby its you.. its true.. how low that *ss gets.
you liein with a bull (*Liabilities).. who be likin all your assets..
Equity to get with me. Aint even seen the half yet.
And I aint even done.. I aint even at the half yet..
I'm just here to merc.errrr. bustin up your bracket
I'm in outer space. ya my mind reach the vastest..
choppin up your crew.. mutinies up at Krastor's!
I'm freeing all your chains so that you can **** the masters!
don't let them seize your fate.. you just gotta be faster!
Don't let them bring you down, ya they nothing but some bastar*s
tryna hold you back.. while you tryna move past them..
Dont let it bust your head.. life is what you can imagine,
Don't need a fking genie, to be the next Aladdin!
No need to show your pain.. don't just sit in bed saddened..
Find what you love.. WORK! then laugh at them...
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
Yeah I'm a don like Cornelius trust
my guns forever bust who can I trust??
me that's who **** any who?
gotta problem with my flow
it's tight like ****** holes
oh yeah back to set the record straight
pistols in place with the **** laced
blunt to my lips
now don't set trip
or else catch fifteen from my hip
make you jump around
like house of pain
stains on ya membrane crazy insane
visions of ******* living
this reality mayne
things ain't the same
I used to fiend for money
and now money fiends for me
bust at my enemies
I see them from a distance
but my aim is persistent
fools get lifted
like John Legend says me a legend
status secondary to those under me
spit like any sucka
and who Got hate?
watch me
unleash my demons from hells gate
michete lyrics choppin'
******* til the strings
like spaghetti
I bomb first so ya know
they gone see the hearse
my soul ain't terse
worse comes to worse
who ain't heard
of the yosef the most ruthless
emcee since the days of Pac and Biggie
journey with me n you'll see
pieces of funky rhymes be chunky
spittin' fire as ya ears aroused
causin' desires
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 6:19 PM UTC
I'll testify with my third eye from receiving fire from the sky
Why ask why when you know what it is that lies
Deep within' look past the sin see the times is troubling debt doubling
And people swear up and down they just living
Dreams ain't nothing but a reality
And life itself is an imagery
Painted fake the world doesn't even exist
If you don't understand the platform you might be ******
Quick to dismiss knowledge given from a maven so many hearts resting an abandoned Haven
television ain't nothing a psyops to the mind you gotta rewind the timeline
It ain't about the color of another it's about enslaving one another
And they hope you fall into the rap
Awaken your consciousness naw but you rather take a nap???!!
Since I got soul I know my melon grow swole from the knowledge that I hold bold word to wisdom being born so hot I'll even make it cold
In the middle of December remember lighting trees but no choppin' timber
Since the worlds is define by sublime
Electrons forming into your mind
They rather remain asinine than to redefine
Strategy of a war while you playing they preparing for the score
Thousands of coffins for the woken dead too many zombies walkin' with red dots on their heads
Willfully readily to be chipped and shipped
Into another formality but the catastrophe
Will continue through rough rhymes harder for you break the vines
Intertwine with wisdom she's all we got
Now evade the spell or else be stuck in a shell
Awaiting your burial plot
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
I don't know karate
But I'm choppin' ham
Into itty bitty pieces *****
So much sodium
Making dead bodies twitch
Dance to the pandemonium
Pizza in the toaster
Why you always hatin'
You don't even use a coaster
All that cheese ain't even permeatin'
If I'm gonna give chase
Gonna need red bull by the case,
Outta breath
But not out of bread,
Caesar dressing
Soda can pressing
Coat drumettes in blue cheese
Leave crumbs at their knees,
This meal is too rich like valet
But I got that entrance fee
Call it a Warren Buffet
Mmm mmm gawd ****
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
*Earl Montgomery
Well I won't have to chop no wood
I can be bad or I can be good
I can be any way that I feel
One of these days
Might be a woman that's dressed in black
Be a hobo by the railroad track
I'll be gone like the wayward wind
one of these days
One of these days it will
soon be all over cut and dry
And I won't have this urge to go
all bottled up inside
One of these days I'll look back
and I'll say I left in time
'Cause somewhere for me I know
there's peace of mind
I might someday walk across this land
Carrying the Lord's book in my hand
Goin' cross the country singin' loud as I can
One of these days
But I won't have trouble on my back
Cuttin' like the devil with a choppin' axe,
Got to shake it off my back,
one of these days
One of these days it will soon
be all over cut and dry
And I won't have this urge to go
all bottled up inside
One of these days I'll look back
and I'll say I left in time
'Cause somewhere for me I know
there's peace of mind
There's gonna be peace of mind for me,
one of these days
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC