"debatin" poems
I flick the Bic,
take a hit,
inhale,
hold that ****
exhale!
Now I'm lit.
Gone with the smoke and I love this ****
im just shearin my feel
the real.
im the perpetrator/victim so i guess this is the ****
Its ****** that he wrote.
And I quote,
"murder's what I wrote".
take note;
cause
it's becoming real hard for me to cope.
How am I supposed to be optimistic when
I've lost all hope.
Im rippin sippin and
Thinkin wrong.
In this world im alone and its starting to sound like the same sad song.
The downside of it all is ive become so skeptical of everything i even hate to ****** sleep cause of what i may see when i dream
But **** it three tears in a bucket.
The world that im familiar with hates and its made me do the same.
Aint no remorse and or empathy
Just the wrong and bad oh and i cant forget the shame.
Now im lookin over my sholder
waiting
im hatin debatin
And talkin out loud but no one hears what im sayin
Cause I'm the type of dude who speaks my mind
Im beyond mad but keepin kool calm and collected
**** wasn't always simple circumstances lead to here and there
And every situation i reacked it
Now im in a hectic type way
I can't say who it is or when their make the move
but my last breath they will steal.
I done some wrong's;
to ***** and even to me myself and I.
But that wasn't the deal
***** deeds done like nothing I didn't even have to try and hide.
I'd Ride against the other side.
Found what I wanted, lost what I needed.
How long can I go on if my wounded heart bled all the love that it had
inside and no longer has life to bleed.
forsaken by my seed's, family, and
Soul so full of envy hate and greed
I agreed
Went on to sign the deed
I hope this all made sense to yall who were here to hear my story
And so with that here i
Toast to my ghost.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Yo who ya know
Do it better
Since i got the rain
I make it wetter
Haters see the barrel of my baretta
Mozzarella or cheddar
Its all the same
10 years strong in the game
No shame
Ya know the name big yosef
Coming explosive
Givin' eargasm with mellow style
People still wonder how?
I write this talk like this
While so many debatin'
Im poppin' this
Steel to ya cranium
Kick game to a girls ear drums
She slowly ***
***** wet invite to my place for some Moet
Death threats
I get alot of them
But aint no stoppin' the epitome
Been a capital G since the age of three
Ya know D R E
After math thats the sound
Moved some my enemies around
Now they hung over gettin' left overs
Rest in peace to my nigguh pac
I reminiscence on ya memory
And like he told me
Watch these phonies in the street
Gangsta beat
For the hoochies in heat
As hop my 64 impala three wheelin' motion
With the toaster under my drivers seat
CuZ...
This for the ambitions
Of milllionaire's
Throw ya stacks in the air
If ya dont care cuz adversaries glare
Let the fools chase the dough
Never let these hoochies get
Close to the dough fa sho
Soon to be mothers pending for a little pension
Need i mention?
The game done changed
Its to rearrange
And for me to get back on top of thangs
Went to business from servin the Cain
X'd out my government name
Only come out with the sun sets
Im nocturnal
If you come to close
Ya might be sleepin' eternal
Radios hate me but cant silence me
Keep all eyes on me
From the city and council halls
Step into the court **** on they stalls
They can **** my *****
Word to my mother and my brother no other
Can lay the pipe like me
Envy finds me but still some how i escape the misery
Dont let the critics get to me
They all just
Number one fans understand
I let the lyrical guns bust trust
Im D- O -C got the ultimate formula
I got many G's swarmin' ya
How can you escape the death penalty
Know the rules
Know my name
Mention me? Every chick want a piece
Of ding a lang!!!!
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
She said "Some days I feel like ****
Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"
I don't understand why you have to always be gone,
I get along but the trips always feel so long,
And, I find myself trying to stay by the phone,
'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone,
But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,
But when I pick up I don't have much to say,
So, I want you to know it's a little ****** up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
You know the place where you used to live,
Used to barbecue up burgers and ribs,
Used to have a little party every Halloween with candy by the pile,
But now, you only stop by every once and a while,
**** I find myself just fillin' my time,
With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,
I'm doin' fine, and I'm plannin' to keep it that way,
You can call me if you find that you have something to say,
And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little ****** up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',
Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,
Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
I want you to know it's a little ****** up,
That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',
Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,
For why you're not around, and feeling so useless,
It seems one thing has been true all along,
You don't really know what you've got 'til it's gone,
I guess I've had it with you and your career,
When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it...
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul,
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone.
Where'd you go?
I miss your soul
Seems like it's been forever,
That you've been gone,
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Please come back home...
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Sit back as I free base the mic
Keep ya *** tight
Like constipation facin’ the nation
One man crew represent
Houston smell my lbs of mints
I get intense leave brain cells pinched
Rhymes lynched clear the bench
When I make a walk around talk around
I get around **** more than bobby brown
Make emcees jump around I get down
Like James Brown
the Black Ceasar
Take over the crowds leave *******
Leaning like the tower of Pisa
I even got Mona Lisa
To Crack a smile biggie with my flow
As well as what sits below
The heavy set hitter no bullshitter
Think twice I’m spittin’ naughty nothing
So come.with it
But I know you ****** bluffin’
Actin’ toughin’
til they see me
They Common Man as David Ruffin
Now the guns got they spirits floatin’
Throw ya ashes in the ocean
**** a notion
I’m shady take notes from.the lyrical.
Oracle now say it im…
Hit up the scene
With pounds of green
& 50 gran sittin’ in between
My Benz six hundred the best class
Showin’ raw ***
Check the state it reads Texas plates
How can I relate ?
To the loot im accumulatin’
Aint no debatin’
jealous critics be hatin’
Im.creatin’
An epitome so forceful the feds can’t get to me
Gettin’ more *** then pimps get
forget
What they sayin’
pay attention to my pipe layin’
****** beats with no need for sheets
Sneak peak dirtier than a Iraq Sheik
Smooth as an undercover like women of cocoa butter
Skin since the world is sin
I take a shot of gin for the djinn
To settle in
Take control then i menace the mic
Like Mike got the game on lock
6 undefeated makin’ miracles
Not satirical got critics sayin’ he’s Unbelievable! !!
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Babygirl come over here
and let me hit you
with a little **** passion
mouth game blastin'
im long lastin'
like bubblegum show me ya tongue
so i can get a taste o what i feel
when im deep in that chocha faa real
got **** hot butter popcorn
leave ya deeply scorn
from my love deep strokin'
tongue soakin'
on ya ******* runnin' circles
around ya belly flex ya back
muscle let me see ya work
put this **** n so deep
til you fall asleep i aint' a creep
just keepin' it real
and we can move from the floor
into the livin' room sweep u up like a broom and heres come the boom
sike not fast not slow
Just a nice smooth tempo
as jodeci singin' in the background
got ya on ya back now
now tell me who's the best
Ya hands on my chest
screamin' my name
finna burn the flame
ya know how i get down
smack down lay down
hurt that chocha til ya ****** expressions start to frown **** near drown
in a puddle of tears
can't fight the temptations can't resist
and when ya release the ******
i reach over and kiss
osculatin' no debatin'
pound for pound thats just one round?
Tell me how fr3aky u r
N if so tell me are ya still down ??
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
For the helluvit, the hollow wit of an Emcee/ I noticed my character questioned," what exactly is an etiquette story?"/ I could not answer the banter entailed to the name/ and so I word smith as though my cutting pen had pierced the name/...an Expression that beckoned a game played/ the mental stage an Arena Athena has still Graced/ Aphrodite the deity seeking only one form of Pay/ but the wages and all its royalties only gain me the Grave/ hey, for the Helluvit, He love it for no reason at all/ had a liking for shallow sentences like," all I know is to Ball"/ and so the Fall, would," leave" him 'miss pro ported'/ the Autumn of automation debatin if she's distorted,/ the vision He had held in Kind/ the mind remains a battle field/ rattle deals with the serpents heel/ what an expression to mention Medusa's gaze is real/ 6 inch High shoes to step on me to squeal/ my spleen splattered as Hades collects a second corpse to feal../ I mean fill, I was literally rhyming /a rhetoric for mythical geeks and nerds who feel time the Timing../ of the note came at a time when/ life just took a turn for the logical practice/ philosophical addict/ tell em get it straight , or lay gay with the treacherous habit/ of being lazy to account for all gimmicks that lasted/ a year or so when you coulda stopped em in they tracks then/ but they became Jamaicans at the olympics and they Past/..You, as indirect as a local commercial/ never care for the ones you hurt for they come back to hurt you/ inhumane you moving by instinct/ you love feeling the pain but know it is distinct/ from the joy that really comes in the Morning, a Dark "knight"/ Risen from the ashes of the carnage, and just might/ break in to the crack of dawn/ kick the bucket full of the prawns/ from fishin up for Men formally known as Pawns/ to the greatest chess game never played/ one is infinitely the victor the other eternally graved/its either you're a slave that Kills or a slave that here to help Save//.....Humanity.
by my mentor D.E.S.T.R.O
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
People Still
don't believe
racism is in existence
for instance
check the distance
between the city and the ghetto
lettin' ya know so
we can't compete economical
nothin' but a disaster
so i mastered
the street game **** shame
i seen many flames
fools get burnt tryna gain fame
but i stay cool as a breeze
in the spring
see when the birds sings
there gonna be ******
cuz freedom never rings
lookin' at the evil things
circulatin' got me mind percolatin'
& debatin'
on topics that make hot profits
for the media
dig in yo encyclopedia n you'll see
who's the really evil its conceivable
if you read in-between the lines
it's the resurgence of crime uh
now that the pain done settled in
can't get an establishment
so they only way to go
is toe to toe with my crew
and back door joe
illegal for sure blow up the court doors
step through the corridors
or vestibule im invincible
once my crew comes through
we be rowdy bring the truth like Audi
engineerin' master plans
got the shotty make ya body snotty
now ya runnin' blood
hand over ya heart
fightin' not to part
close ya eyes for the dark
eternal sleep equals eternal peace
hopefully
i dont die the same way
cuz i got alot of deeds to pay
pray with my fingers
around the AK
cuz pain' will always be here to stay say
uh never danced in the dark
only come out in the night
to light a spark dogs don't bark
at park cars i stay at large
under the radar
i know they don't like me
cuz my clout in the street reality
i paint a picture G
better than Van-Gogh
check my chrome pistol
aimmin' over the medias temple
poppin' shells like pimples plain and simple
we show up on site
ready to fight fist in the air
thousands of us ****** that just don't care
racism still on the run
but that ***** can't outrun a gun
no feelings for the wrong dealin'
politicians killin' claim they heros
but really undercover villains
i be the covert civilian
hidden under a far pavilion
most folks still deceived
prejudice will never die why?
cuz fools just don't believe
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC