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"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.
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Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
toast to my ghost
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.
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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!!!!
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Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
Bad Intentions
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!!!!
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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...
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Fort Minor - Where'd You Go?
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...
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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! !!
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Unbelievable
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! !!
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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 ??
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Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Still down for me?
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
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Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
for the helluvit
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
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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
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
People Don't Believe
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
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