"clits" poems
my girl loves a girl
they kiss all the time
candy melts an sugar ****
oh god it's sublime
glitter pink feet arched
sometimes its a show
they do it all night
mouths ******* tongues
fire and light
wet drool kisses
sweet voices tingle
**** brushing lips
voluptuous mingle
butter and *****
coos and weeping ***** tears
they dance and they wiggle
im the king of Siam
both come to me
im the luckiest man
the god of ****
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
Kickin' all the way the Live Coolio
deep in ya Culo/
it's that Boy Yosef comin' with major Flavas/
with so Many Styles more than a Hair Doo Voodoo/
got ya eyes on ya know Who?/
so many ****** wanna Smoke me
Cuz im the New Joint/
puttin' sparks to ya Head ****** Red/
if u thinkin' about Frontin'' Me/
ill make u Crossover like EPMD/
Rap Fanatic since i was Swimmin' in the Nut Sack the Mack Attack/
hittin' all your perspectives
im takin' out all the Primitives/
in the Rap Game Shoot ya Stick
try again my- Flows erected as a ****
in between ***** *****
so take Chance it ya Want/
Watch the gun taunt
in ya Face a sad Disgrace/
Slappin' a new taste
in ya Mouth i Dropped it
my Style can't be Competed
you Obsoleted
i'm Makin Profits the Funk Baby!!!!
Many Emcees sweet as a KitKats
so cut the Chit Chat/
cuz im bout to Splatter their careers into pieces
Gotthem Envisionin' Doubles
like Noah i Told ya
the Tru Soldier Rollin' Dogia/
marchin' to the Beat with my Vocal
a Tru Loco/
when i'm sippin E & J **** an Airplay pinin' Indo/
playin' suckas close like who's holdin' the most/
weight? Pushin' rhymes like weights
Loots stay Connected like freight Train Crates/i Dominate from all states
that's why they Call Me All-State/
but ya Ain't in Good Hands
-tryna Step to the Big Man
keep u heated galore like Afghanistan gettin' in that *** like Sand/
so take Stand and a Bow cuz im the Prowl/
for that Number One Slot
ya rhymes loose as Jar Jelly
**** what the critics tell me
"Mr Big Stuff" girls call me "Heavy D"
From then shaft that lays between me
the Funk Baby!!!
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:36 AM UTC
another
smothered lover
in the Hollywood hills
unbag the bottle
crack the seal
oh the appeal
of intake
for the sake
of intoxication
so meek and unique
in gurgled screams
a pixie in the hand of a king
compelled
to discretely
capture the beauty
in eternity
expelled
i just felt
i had to nest a shell
and befell
clearing her residual
flirtatious signals
even in the squirms
and even in the squeals
even though i know
she yearns
to be hooked by her gills
dragged through landfills
in a projected field
where she would yield
and kiss me.
i'm gonna pretend
to love her
as i tenderly
shove her
in the river
of our love
take her under
my loving thunder
and plunder her
when drugged
dazed in her wonder
i hold her under
from above
if only for a moment
we locked eyes in love
she fit me like glove
remnants
disposed of
in a rug
posed so beautifully
for the smack
hack and rip
one pretty *****
dumped
in an irrigation ditch
triumphed
our wordless
relationship
its over *****
move on with it
in the mouths
of varmints
oh
charming
as im clicking *****
on key chains
sticking misfits
with loose lips
usually homeless
decoys
here to destroy
nothing
in my twisted ploy
to employ
maximum points
conjoint
my addictive anger
to something a little stranger
im going to dangle
her entrails
in front of her eyes
while i'm bangin her
shes looking so surprised
from every camera angle
the mangled piece of ****
what a lamo
hypnotized
in the passing of life
in the
blood
the ***
the ****
and the knife
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 9:22 PM UTC
Please.
Avert thy gaze
lest you want me
to place my eyes
upon your very soul
********** you down
to the sparks
in your bones
Stripped bare,
your cells will unravel,
the very tectonic plates
of your being
shifting and tripping
under
the ripe dew of my lashes
Please, do not spread your
silken milky way
of treasures,
all of your precious jewels
exposed to the light
of the darkest night
in mysterious pleasures
For they will reflect
in the blues of my retinas
You will be speechless
for the lack of need
for words
I will only handle them
with utmost care
unless, of course
you want it rough
and flung out into the ether
dashed upon rocks of our
liquid beings
in the mewing
writhing wild
of the dark hours
And I
will take the delicacy
of your petalsilk
and ****** it into
planes of healing
It might hurt,
just by pure release of pain
but I will rock you
after your skin has
sloughed off
to reveal earthen wombs
and ***** and scars
that are only made of the
fibers of our stars
I will rock your
tender vibrations
until your very soul
quakes and crumbles
trembling into the bright
the exposure of darkness
mixed together with light
So let me
gather you up
into the fragile sinews
of my very layers
of flesh
of heartstrings
of broken
and holy
incantations
let me pull you to me
in a whirlwind
of sacred and
blushing
spells
that roll, like
silent thunder
into the potency
of night
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
The struggle is real
So I've been told
The homie told me yesterday
Licks had to be made
eating with our enemies
sleeping with the Devil
But, Expect them not to be evil
Broke ***** on the strip
Gay Brothas Suckin ****
**** ***** licking *****
***** is you really gay
Or need a sponsor for your ******* kid
Now tell me aint that some ****
Everybody wanna be sucka free
so we say the sweet lovers just thirsty
the dog nighas Got flex game see
Pipe it up , Shut it down, Light it up
Smoking loud in big crowds
Crazy girls and wild ******
Broke ******* styling and profiling
Living in hotels and wiling
For that dolla , she'll let you holla , hit and even spit
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
Minds numb
******* throbbing
Monotony then the beat drops
Euphoria, eating away at her core, the love she holds in her aching heart penetrating through her achingwalls, ***** click, speak to me in your mother tongue,
African queen , not just any ******* queen
With clicking tongues tell me you're life's story and for that I then would be granted the pleasure of just simply eating away at her ***** for ***** sake.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
You're a beauty and I want to commit
A gorgeous RV and I want to be inside of it
Talk about camping
Forget the old, in with the new
I'd try to cook her beef stew
Cause she's a film and I want to be her crew
Her private assistant
There in an instant
Don't be too distant
I want to make sure you're safe
I try to take down all the wraiths
That try to make you change your faith
I love all of you and I want someone who gets me for me
I'm an emotional guy but that's just another reason why
You should commit too
***** are lit
I hope I can be the best of it
I want you to feel dizzy with pleasure
And dizzy in security and joy
*********** isn't everything but we both like it and I want to deliver
No more disatisified women
They go through enough crap
Us guys are here to make them happy after a long day at work and dealing with things when shouldn't have to deal with but society makes them go through it
I'm your biggest fan, girl
I wear you on my chest
Because you own my heart
It beats for you
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
***Please use caution in reading. If you are easily offended ****** hell, don't even begin to read.***
first there was one that turned to three
indeed their swill does give a thrill
If you can't laugh
Then dear don't read
For these three are a gas
As they sit upon their *****
"banana-arse, pindick, douche-mouth and ***********
"Mucktub, shitswill, tittledick and butt-flocker"
"pencil **** turtle *** and ********
All of these one by one
all in jest
all in fun
Some get offended
Righteously indignant
Cries of outrage
Forever judged nitwits
**** ***** twits, ***** and tricks"
"farts, ***** monkeys, and cream"
"nut-nurse, wet-nurse, and cursed ****
Words of fun and pun
Things that make one laugh and squeal
Those that spit out this swill
Are surely needing some soap to chill
******** trichdick, drippingmonkey"
"clicksucker, buttflucker, hosesucker"
****** hell, bladdermouth, cumquat"
Which of these do describe the three
As they spill their load
On each page of our woes
An ode to the three
Keep on your spree
I myself enjoy thee..............
Wish only that I could be as funny
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If symptoms occur please get to the nearest mental institution
Where you will be placed in a straight jacket in a padded room
Until we can determine no permanent damage has been caused by this shitswill
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 3:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I've had about enough
All these ******* buttercups
Puckering up
At the first scent of gruff
It's disruptive
To my mustering
I mean
Must we
Smother trouble out of ****
Must we malfunction
Into a skit
A script
Skipp-ed
To laugh tracks
Pre-writ
Until the last laughs
Where the curtains close
To fading claps
All the cards
Are all on the floor
Little adorable torturers
Peering through the doors
Afforded by our tor-mentors
Over it
We will get
Even get on with it
Cuz all of this
This is that and that is this
Is ******* ridiculous
Is worthless
It is foulness in its stench
The bowels of our regret
Unkempt and ******
It's ******** soaked in ****
Where the credits never roll
And the patrons only stroll
On outta here for a beer
And a night on the town
And all this
Flapping of the gums
And slathering of spit
Is glossing over my ****
And it's all we will ever get
If we would just submit
Wipe the sand from our *****
And remove the ******* sticks
We might find
We have loosened up a bit
Just don't be such a little *****
And other inflammatory ****
[That's it]
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
i,
I
am real
my gender is real
my sexuality is real
despite everything and everyone telling me that they're not —
I am real as ****
Maybe that's why you're confused by me.
Maybe it's because you're used to a resolution that's less than 8-bit.
Maybe it's because you're used to a pixelated existence.
Maybe it's because all that you can compute
are 0s and 1s.
***** and *****
lips and *****
Maybe that's why you're afraid of me.
Because you're afraid of what you're going to see in high resolution.
Because you're afraid to see exactly what you've been missing out on.
Becuase I'm not coded in binary, hexadecimal, Base32 or 64,
but Base∞
and I code myself in a language
that I am constantly learning
and creating simultaneously,
let's have an interesting conversation
...supurfluous, unnecessary, confusing...
words spoken by the able, the unwilling
to take a closer look at my pupils —
dilating in high definition.
In fact, the definition is so high
that you'll have climb from my genitals
all the way up into my heart to see me for who I am.
Yes, I realize that binary is necessary for the basis of computation.
But we're past that now.
We don't only have ifs and thens.
We've got ands, ors, buts, maybes, sometimes, always, and nevers.
We've got infinities.
We've got forevers.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
A "Barry Hodges" poem
I met this fat **** in a pub one day
Jesus, but she was a horrid sight,
She asked me if I was straight or gay
And would I like to kip with her that night?
I asked her how much she would cough
For a night of love with a chap like me
And the cow said I could **** right off
She wouldn't pay a copper coin for me.
It just shows even ugly ***** have their pride
And so there's hope for each and every one;
But if they won't pay cash for a good hard ride
They can go home and tweak their ***** alone.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
Everywhere you go
You see the same hoes
Throwing up deuce signs
And showing bra and ***** holes
*** shots galore
Posing on the floor
By an opened door
Thinking they a star
When they average joes
Hoes come in many fashions
No color bashing just blasting
All these fakes
Sitting on social media
Ain't got nothing in they names
But an account
And few followers for the fame
Internet celebrities
At best they say I'm hatin?
How humpty you getting played see
By the industry
Thinking you a women
But really a ***** day n night
Like Al B Sure
Don't get upset with me
Cuz of the choices you
Made in society in reality
Real women seek goals
And girls seek attention
So break that spiritual prism
You mored fused than a religions
Mixed with a bunch of ***** n *****
And at they same time
You at church making confessions n ****
Bet you thinking God smilin cuz of yo wilding
Sit down darling you startling
My words be sticking you like Marlin
Pardon me
I can't help but to expose the truth
Light upon the darkness
Grazin yo temples
Stop being simple and replica of Thot Central
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC
The hills have eyes
The woods have ears
The rivers have mouths
The wind has hands
The clouds have sweat glands
The boulders have shoulders
The mud has tongues
The mountains have ****
The flowers have *****
The bushes have *****
These mushrooms have hallucinogenic effects
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
Wake up in the morning
Ready, I get.
Beautiful I look.
Set, I go.
Thinking to myself is it love or a business deal...
I look at him with eyes that are scared to blink.
Kiss on the cheek, he gives.
Fake smile he throws.
Floating words he utters.
Fucken lies he tells.
Thinking to myself is it a business deal or love...
Plumpy I look,
Lovely I speak.
But scared is my heart
And lost am I.
Thinking to myself is it love or a business deal...
Rich, is he.
Poor am I.
Painted he looks,
Crooked is his smile.
Money he throws,
Money I catch.
Diamonds he gives,
Crystal I wear.
Dull is the mood
And Gloomy are we.
Closed is his heart,
Beating fast is mine.
Thinking to myself is it a business deal or love...
In his house we arrive
The main door closes.
Romes around the house
Curtains he rolls down
Dim are the lights.
In his room we go
Carefully he lays me down
Slowly he kisses me
Gently he touches me...
Softly he taps my *****
Turned on is he
Rough he throws me
Hard he ***** me.
Thinking to myself is it love or a business deal...
Satisfied is he !!
Horrible I feel!!
Shallow I look!!
Shaking are my legs and cold are my thighs.
Disgusted I look!!
Sick I feel!!
Ashamed am I.
Glowing is he,
Truly he smiles.
HE HAS DONE HIS BUSINESS!!!
Cold is my heart,
Lovely he speaks.
Shut is my mouth.
Warm is the mood.
HE HAS DONE HIS BUSINESS!!!
Thinking to myself was it a business deal or love...
Resentful am I towards a man,
Afraid is my heart to love,
Dubious am I to trust.
Depressed am I behind closed doors,
Ugly is my reflection in the mirror.
Death is what I want to achieve,
Suicide I attempt
Knowing it was a business deal
Fake love he perceived.
Torn apart am I,
Broken is my heart...
HE HAS DONE HIS BUSINESS...
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
***** posture,
this lady, hunched
over behind the counter
tapping at buttons,
clicks and whistles,
***** and pistols
we go bang, bang, bang
on, in and around one
another
and she's there, ringing
up products, pointing
at slideshow menus
which one is
perfect for an Atkins
diet, "The Carb-o-tastic"
she says with a mild grin
she's being sarcastic,
but no one can tell;
these days our eyes hide
behind screens, brightness
on auto-pilot, the human
race pseudo-connected
come one, this table is empty,
come all, i'm free and a loosey
goosey
the windows wiped
down, heads turned
at a ninety degree angle
appetites like magnets
directed towards red
apples
this garden of Eden
used to be the refuge
for graceful angels
now it's all in ruins,
uprooted and discarded
like ***** napkins
she coughs and signals
her youngest daughter in
and tells her to mop the floor
some ******* spilled
a full cup of tomato soup
and didn't bother to
clean it up themselves
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
Now What Snoop Expressed...
In His Song Was CORRECT... !!!
There Are Far Too Many PUNKS...
Out There DOING TOO MUCH... !!!
When It Comes To DRUGS...
And A Lot of OTHER Stuff... !!!
TOO MUCH of ANYTHING...
Is Really NOT A Good Thing... !!!
Well MAYBE...
With The EXCEPTION...
of Using BIG ERECTIONS...
For SERIOUS ****** Sessions... !!!
Because It’s Clear That Most Men...
Can’t Get Enough ***
And... Getting Head... !!!
As It Is For... Women...
When Their ***** Get Licked...
Until They’re SOAKING Wet... !!!
But TOO MUCH of THAT...
Can Sometimes Be BAD... !!!
If You DON’T PROTECT...
And Then Share Your Bed...
With PROMISCUOUS Heads...
Who DON’T Come CORRECT... !!!
When It Comes To The TRUTH...
About Their ****** Moves... !!!
So EVEN *** Can...
Be Something That’s TRAPS...
If You Do TOO MUCH... !!!
Just Ask These Young Guns...
Who Now Have ADDICTIONS...
To... ************ ?!?
Cos’ They Can’t Get Enough...
of **** That Is ROUGH... !!!
Just Like That Stuff...
That Is Now Called ***** !!!
But Moving Along... !!!
There’s TOO MUCH Going On...
That CLEARLY Is... WRONG... !?!
TOO MUCH ****** Abuse...
From Executives Who...
Seem To Think That It’s Cool...
To Pull... Coercive Moves... !!!
To Get To Use Their ****** Tools...
In Casting Rooms And Parties TOO... !!!
Well So It’s Said...
By These ACTRESSES...
Who Take TOO MUCH TIME...
To Bring These Things To Light... !!!
Because They Seem To FEAR...
... LOSING Their Careers... ?!?
There’s TOO MUCH Love...
For This MONEY DRUG...
Instead of What’s JUST... !!!
So Doing TOO MUCH...
Covers An... ABUNDANCE...
of... VARIOUS Things... !!!
From Things That STING...
To How We’re Now Living... !!!
Where TOO Much Is Being Done...
To Promote.......... Distance...
From The Ones Who We Love... !!!
And Now VACCINATIONS...
Are What’s Being SHOVED...
Into Our BLOOD...
So That We Can Give Hugs...
And Once Again Touch... ?!?
There’s TOO MUCH INDULGED...
That Needs To Be QUESTIONED... !!!
And TOO MUCH That’s Now Done...
That Is... INACCURATE... !!!
Because The PAPER CHASE...
Now CLEARLY DICTATES...
Most Peoples FATE...
And Their... Day To Day... !!!
So Feeds Scatty Brains...
And... DISARRAY... !!!
In Those Making CLAIMS...
That They’re Doing OKAY...
And Are Making Their Way...
In An... Organised Vein...
An Organised... ILLUSION...
Is What They’re Confusing...
With DISCIPLINED Movements... !!!
Cos’ They Can’t Stay STILL...
For A Minute And CHILL... !!!
And Just STOP And THINK...
For A Few Minutes... !!!
There’s Too Much That’s Strange...
In Most Folks Nowadays... !!!
Could It Now Be Because...
of TOO MUCH Use of Tech... ?!?
Which Is Where I Will Let...
This Poem Now END... !!!
So Many New Trends...
Are Lacking Common Sense...
And TOO MANY Heads...
Are Now Trying To Defend...
Their Acts of NONSENSE... !!!
Which Is Why This Poem...
Is A SIMPLE One...
That... Just Like The Snoop Song...
Is Making THIS Statement...
If You CAN’T Control...
How Your Life Now Rolls...
Functions And Runs...
It’s Pretty CLEAR That You...
Are Just.....
....... “ Doing TOO MUCH “.......
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 10:22 PM UTC
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 "
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC
#Al Shabab having terrorist fits
while Nairobi is taking the hits.
An attack calculated
by gunmen, frustrated
for lack of Somalian *****
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
After work
I come home from a
half hour bike ride;
I don't count
the miles,
why bother?
As I place my bike
against the bookshelf
I have yet to organize
I overhear people
in the kitchen;
loud like the engines
of trains on a sunny
day in Arkansas
They're talking
about *****
the tips
of *****
nuts;
blurry waves
of cosmic notes
against the sheets
of empty space
This is what we do
with noise when
our brains
fill to the brim
with symbols,
concepts, ideas
and worries
Do we have
real control over
our tongues?
How they click
and cluck; lash
like bullwhips
against the back
our teeth
As though
they are in a hurry
to get our mouths
to turn the
thoughts into
daggers;
sling them wherever
and hope they
hit a target;
any target will do
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
Since God shedded his tears and flooded the atmosphere
My sins of my forefathers still here
I remember being one the tears
That fell down from the sky asking why
I was born to die and everyday I gotta stay high
I ain't choosin' sides committed to homicide
Deaths to foes who don't wanna ride
Soon to be under the ground like a tide
Water to ground strongest soldiers stomping around
What's thats sound? It's the Southside dumpin' on fools who wanna start somethin'
keep them heataz jumpin'
Now ya in a puddle of blood heart pumpin'
Trying not to crossover but I be the puttin' up the cross and you'll be over
The older and older
I get I realize life ain't about **** nothing but money pits and ***** ***** I love to stick never had a limp ****
So stay in your lane if you talking **** trick
My knuckle game somethin' insane with about a dime of piece of Mary Jane Straight to brain
Rolled up so I can swole up
My melanin got my thoughts shook like gelatin I make skeletons
Cross and bones if you interfere with the warfare zone
Huh my tactics are carefully selected from weapons thats soon to be ejected and injected
Into ya body like syringe ask the Lord why he had to die
No seconds left til my last breath
I'm heisting this game so I be the vengeful theft in the night
Refocused my sight third eye aligned now I'm takin' the blight despite
What my enemies think of me I'll remain a capital "G"
Ain't no fake in me much generosity to the military
Feel me ain't nothing to this life I'll die reckless
With a death angel around me as my necklace check it
So my time in life is respected
Back to the depths of Hell where many souls dwell well??
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
Now What I... " Produce "...
Is... Lyrically Cool..........
TOO Cool For Schools...
Where New Age FOOLS... !!!
Now Do Their Do...
Well I Mean... DO DOO...
That STINKS Like Poo... !!!!!
Nope NOT The Bear.... !!!!!
Produce And WARES....
That Are WEAK And Scared...
of Those Who DARE...
To Produce What's RARE... !!!
Goods That Are GOOD... !!!
And HARD Like WOOD... !!!
STRONG And STIFF...
Like THAT Good Drink... !!!!!
That's Smooth And Quick...
To... OPEN UP Lips...
And SWELL UP ***** !!!!!
of Those **** Assed Chicks...
Whose PRODUCE Sips...
On **** That's RICH... !!!!!
Like PRODUCE I Bring...
That Has... NO Bling... !!!
It's The REALEST Things... !!!
That My Produce Links...
I Connect The Dots...
With Logic Like Spock...
So My Produce ROCKS....
These Heads Who TOP...
The Charts That LOG...
These Producers Songs...
That Are WORSE Than WRONG... !!!!!
Because They Produce...
For... SELL OUT Crews.... !!!
Who... Sell Out Shows...
And Sell Their Souls... !!!
To Get These... " Ho's “...
Who Are QUICK To BLOW... !!!
Because They're DOPES...
Whose... ONLY HOPE...
Is Producing A Son...
WITHOUT... OB1... !!!!!
What They... PRODUCE...
Are... Star Wars ****** !!!
Whose Only Score...
Is Working Towards...
Heads Whose FLAWS...
Earn Them APPLAUSE... !?!?!
THAT LINE Fa’ SURE... !!!
WILL ROCK Their Jaws... !!!!
Because My Scores...
Are DARK Like SPAWN... !!!
Lyrically Drawn...
To DESTROY The Hoards...
of DEVILS Whose Levels...
Have... TOO MUCH Treble... !!!!!
AFRAID of The BASS...
That My Vocals Maintain... !!!
And The Lyrical Pace...
That My Brain SUSTAINS.... !!!
That PRODUCES Waves...
WAY BEYOND... " POINT BREAK "... !!!
That... RATTLE And SHAKE...
... Sidewinding Snakes... !!!
My PRODUCE Is GREAT... !!!
Like New Zealand Lakes... !!!
Cos I'm A Man Whose Travelled...
... ALL OVER The Place... !!!
So What I Produce...
Is Inspired By Views...
And BEAUTIFUL Hues... !!!!!
Like Those That Ensue...
From A BEAUTIFUL Moon... !!!
So What I PRODUCE...
Is ABOVE The Norm... !!!
Because It's... Born...
From SO MUCH MORE... !!!!’
Than Money Or ****** !!!!
It's Built From THOUGHT...
And A... SPIRITUAL Source...
PURE Like... “ The Force “... !!!
Cos' I'm A Knight Of Course... !!!
... UNLIKE ANY OTHER...
Whose Been Seen BEFORE... !!!!!
That's Right... BIG VIRGE...
Is A... " MASTER of Verse “... !!!
That's... REAL And TRUE... !!!
I've EARNED My Respect...
So Now PAY Is OVERDUE... !!!!!
For The QUALITY WORKS...
That I.....
...... " PRODUCE "......
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC
Let's time stroll back to 9-5,
When we used to rock it live,
No time for jives,
As ya catch the beat hivez,
Baby, I got all of the vibes,
Rocking this alive,
And well and you tell
By the smell,
Of my cologne, let's get it on,
Young thick and strong,
Got these hoes sprung,
Beat on my chest like king kong,
They know I got it going on,
Remix with the fresh kicks, ***** copped
Like fresh drops of bricks,
Smoother than Rick,
So keep on talking ****
Got lead to ya head, you'll be feelin' it,
Fools mad, cuz they
Women's rubbin' they *****
They show me they ****
Better believe I'll take a blitz,
Me and my crew got this,
You tell the temp, from the ice drippin'
Off of my wrist,
Now success crowded around me,
Feed the ecstasy, suddenly
Can't shake the potency,
Like Quincy,
Babygirl feeds me,
The pretty itty bitty kitty,
Tingly, got me feeling greedy,
Cuz I love the weight,
Or better yet the dough,
I know,
Cash on the floo, with liquor maxed out
Fo sho,
Delivers like a Tyson blow,
Repeat of my lyrics on a cycle,
Blasting on the radio,
High til it's cold in ya eye,
So why lie, I'll still try,
To get ya heart jumpin', pumpin'
Mad cells, as the crowds yell,
My name you know the game,
Is to be told, not sold,
Stay true to the ol skool principle,
Iceberg upcoming disciple,
Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 3:35 AM UTC