"dopest" poems
Now she's eighteen
But she feels twenty-one
Dancing at a strip club
You could believe she's the dopest one
As Miami's hottest *****
This was the life she's accustomed to
Selling pounds of white
She was a hustler too
Broken hearted;
A few slits on her wrist
Trust issues;
It was hard for her to commit
But then she fell dangerously
For a man named Roman
Though he wasn't a blessing
He was an omen
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
A good girl
That likes to sin
Kneeling with a grin
His finger on her chin
With hands clasped
Behind her neck
Arched back
Head slightly tilted
Feet apart
No slack
Knees spread wide
elbows aligned
With her shoulder line
Red collar
Silver lining
chained linked leash
Tight grip short reach
The pressure enticing
Her body writhing
His body coinciding
Like a tight fit outfit
Mid-cut tye-dye tee-shirt
With matching
******* g-string so tight
They look like they don’t fit
And it’s the dopest
The moment feeling like
Hocus Pocus
Silky smooth skin
******* Satin thin
Slippery fingers
Sliding in
Hips gyrating
Her space
Penetrated
By him
Fingers Saturated
The way she moaning
You would think she is
Singing a hymn
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 1:32 PM UTC
Of all the things I've got
It's my large ******* I treasure most
My tiny waist and slender fingers
My dainty wrists
The laugh that bubbles from my belly
The smile that's been called infectious that I treasure most
Of all the things I've got
My vocabulary is my dopest gift
My brain that's lightyears beyond your wildest thought
The eyes I use when luring you in for just one more taste
of my lips, which just happen to be my dopest gift
Of all the things I've got
It's my cafe con leche skin that I like the most
My flat stomach and toned ****
My hips that were made for making you melt
It's my quick wit that I'm most proud of
Of all the things I've got
and I've got a lot
It's you that my very best part
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC
One night in a blacked out dream , I saw the queen.
**** **** **** strong and dark with no cream.
She keeps me up.
Beautiful art unframed and unfinished; begging a young Picasso -
To put the touch of his brush.
Kilo for kilo she's my addiction.
As the queen, I hit her 'gram' with the smoothest diction.
Not trying to collide but I'm lovin' her friction -
And despite impending demise and my lates affliction;
I see in her royal eyes, "Is he real or fiction?"
Those brown sugar eyes, they won't gleam - Even if a young prince got green and clean.
She discerns what glitters and what ain't gold.
She doesn't know much about love but she knows about soul.
That's why her heart isn't package and her time ain't sold.
She walks as if she's in glass slippers italicizing a beautiful woman in bold.
She's the dopest so she's never fiend and she's never leaned.
That black never cracked and her aspirations, she's never quit.
She a lil bit thick but she ain't never bricked, all net my baby;
I'll never pass her, that's just swish.
She got that Bantu up in Bambu -
Don't get it twisted.
That melanin poppin', not her cherry, she won't risk it.
She put Lynch on the bench - ain't no ***** ever ran through but they ran to.
She's the reincarnation of her mama, but she embodies her grandma.
She got the realest figure, before never after the comma.
Divined by God, designed by God;
Her eyebrows stay 'fleek' and her edges stay laid.
Her ideal man: good cook, a good lover and a good maid.
She always talks about living on her own, she actin' so grown.
She just wants a house with a man who knows how to go out but stay home.
To her, her womb is like the treasure of the Earth,
Don't talk about planting no seed unless you nurturing the dirt.
She's all about last, cause her last is her first.
And for all her dinner dates she hopes they end in desert.
By twelve midnight, she adorns her head-cloth, head wrap, head scarf -
Don't hit up her FaceTime unless you just want to talk.
She's the queen of all colors, she wears that black like it's true.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
I am I...
I am the the right of the wrongs
that rubber cement
the name of the game
I add links to the chain
re arrange the brain.
I am I...
I come from the west and traveled to the east coast
I am the earth the universe and this globe
I am I...
I paradoxically transfix your mental state changing the frontal lobe.
I am the blood and the veins of this country the crescendo of the symphony
don't **** with me
I am I...
I am the fist of power
I am the topic of the hour
the dro and the sour
I am the dopest of the dope yo the most of the most.
I am I...
Praise me.
raise your cup to me first.
dream and reflect//project yourself into the sky
I am I...
I am the knots,
the intricate seams
at the end of the rope
the drugs in your veins the perfect acid dose.
I am I...
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Oh gawd it must still be mating season for hooligans
cause I just saw another 10th year trend setter
trying to wear hand me down XXL retail theft pants
Which obviously impeded walking and running
In addition to exposing kool-aid hickey on trend setter baboon ****
Feb 25, 2023
Feb 25, 2023 at 3:33 PM UTC
Since i met rakim i became a microphone fiend
Been Big since i had dreams magazines
Limousine picture me getting cream
Ridiculous suckas turn suspicious
Once they see my money grow vicious
Mk ultra a beat silence the elite repeat
See my tactics could wipe a navy fleet
Smoke torpedos this is for ya pendejos
Hating only my flows check these holes
As the blood pours left ya with open pores
Ya finna soar to the skies with no floor
Floating like Casper villian master
Taster any beat i eat with no receipt
Needed multiple guns
beaming
Flashback ya back into the
future
Got ya mind to time slippin' still rippin'
Sucka emcees glide it like Cal Ripken
Sippin' the baddest sins once again
With Thick chicks from African to Puerto Ricans
Dominican
Let's go time traveling
javeling
Fools hiding behind the
bushes
Only truces when my guns going in dueces
Extension gooses back to the Canada mooses
Yo im a bull make ya winkle as I get rocky
Jab sicker than Ali why me try me sly me
They dont wanna see the devil dance
Glance rhymes to beats greets romance
Unzip ya girls pants
make her beg for one more chance
Hit her with the dopest
stance
Cup the mic like it was a
baby
Fresh outta the womb from the tombs
Your consumed by the
blossom
To booms yo fools gotta make rooms
Gods Is back black melanin attacks
Swift as the slash of an axe
Causin' cell damaging
impact "yeahhhh"
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
Check it I ain't no joke
You see from the lyrics that smoke
And make any haters provoke
Got em in a choke hold
Rhymes is bold once the stories told
I create the crease n make em all fold
My styles wild funky tell me about oooo child
Things are gonna get brighter
Set the my dynasty so I can retire
Hot as a fire blazing through paragraph
Suckas didnt get the last laugh
Bombs flows like Baghdad
Clean as Sinbad and who dat?
Thought they rock the mic like me
I'm the punisher from the fifth demenision see
I got minds hypnotized by the time realize
I'll be over the horiz' on lyrics made for stunned
Make emcees run a marathon
Once they hear my machine gun
Of lyrics couldn't even clear it
The smog that is word to my unborn kids
Look what the lyrical arsenal did
Rippin' through stages battlin' any ages
Trap in cages
Of my mind concealed and confined
With the funky medina
Check your antidote
As i up the rap ranks cuz
I ain't no joke
Tongues punching a rhymes
Destined to be mine sound mind
Beat yours everytime through each and every line youll fine
The dopest not many could cope to this
Some say ludicrous others think of it as a diss
Mad cuz they girls blowing me a kiss
And they reminisce
All over me got the pete that's ready to rock who's gone top?
Me if setting the crop far from a slop
Make em like floor and watch me mop
Out competition one man commission
Hurry up yall come see what ya missin'
Jewelry glistening
Anointing pates likeit was a christening
Many wasnt listening
Crossem hang em up like crucifixion
While others in a smote just take notes
Cuz big yosef a rhymer n I ain't no joke
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:22 PM UTC