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"droppin" poems
Now, I'm here to tell a story Bout some lessons learned shawty I got me a tough crew, know what um sayin We played da diss game, slaydum Not one a da crew, brought da game shame First, I dubbed myself Kang I'm good, true! But didn't mean a thang Then coughed ma gural Sumpim She got da club thumpin Put her own style in da game, bra We still thuggin? Na! She first coughed a little gural princess Kicked in the castle, copped the Queen's dress Took the crown, made her own success Her rhymes get the heart pumpim Much respect to me gural Somthin Next, little siss picked up the mike Jumped on the tandem, started peddlin the bike Shawty's rhymes hit dem in da face She rhymed like a **** dresses in satin an lace Mad props out  to my siss, Madison grace I was alone,  like a stand  a timber **** Forest on fire with Diein Ember Laid down rhymes so tight He'd have my back in any fight I gotta thank ma boyyy Gangstan whichu was a flippin joy Otta nowhere swaggs a tru Gansta chick Bustin rhymes en droppin dimes like she was Slick Rick Wedyan be da real trick! Thanks gural slick Finally, swooped the dark Raven Rollin on 22's gatz a blazzin Loyall to da shawtys Flyin like a bomber on sorties Droppin posers to der knees Makin succaass  beg, brotha please To all ya all I got ta tell ya Would I do it again, hell ya Um movin on to a new gig Pull off my crown, plop on a wig To ya readers out dare got some advice Giv it a spit, it's Gangsta's Paradise!!!
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
Gangsta Poet III Thank You
I'm the best, there ever was Can't get with me, at da club Other poets, need to respect My reputation, I'll protect I got a 9, pen in my hand Write your name, in the sand To me, you can't never stand I ain't afraid, to let out a curse Write you in, an ugly verse I'm da best, you da worst You can't, stay with my meter I spit sick, iambic pentameter I'm da truth you da cheater You rhyme like Armstrong rides You have to dope, ya got no rhymes You da Cheech I'm da Chong I write, you smoke da **** You da burger, I'm da veal I earn likes, you freakin still You got da, cheesy *** rhymes Droppin' words, like love & sublime I put the free, in free verse You all about, Nonsense Verse I drop a sonnet, makes his head Shake I'm the Chaucer, you da fake I'm a Lyric, you the Lune You can't quit writen', too crazy soon Your stuff is dirt, mines the moon You want a challenge, get in the ring I'll make you cry but your mama sing You'all poets, you got to know You da fluff, I'm da show I'm the king of the poets, HELLO
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Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
Gangsta Poet
With your words that made me fly somehow. But hidden within ur innerself its always been your sweetest lie. Talking bout your dreams devouring me like ashes twisted and slowly disappearing. The truth acts like a spirited-away. Letting it fly back to its inside. There's this always inside of you. Something hidden and somethng blocked. Stopping you from outpouring what's inside. Mind and heart was in despair. They were always contrary but hearing all! With your honesty, i know there is all the droppin of everythng. All numb but eyes were all blown. I cant stop it. But all a could say. Everythng was fragile. Revenge has always been part of the human soul. not in its anatomy form or any interior or exterior aspects. But functioning with its own parts. Its the anger! Where it all starts. Jealousy and hurt were the main stream and always end to suffering. Thats all for love. We'd all be needing for us to feel even. Just a pinch of happiness just to get fair for someone that we love but did somethng wrong within us breaking us. Attacking every tiny vessels which in the end, Turning us into an evil creature. It was a buss - telling me it was that simple thing. Not to make it more bigger. But lets end this up. Still it hurts,... Still. Its another woman. Such senstivity arising.
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Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
Tirade; sensitivity
I’m a steam rollin street sweeper, Bomb droppin heat seeker, Warrior and peacekeeper, Geek tweaker huffin ether. I’m the sage, and the seeker, I’m the audience, and speaker, I’m the follower, and leader, As I’m both, I’m also neither. I’m a genius, I’m an idiot, An erudite illiterate, I’m about as insignificant As I am magnificent The hero, and the villain Nervous wreck while I’m chillin I’m the men, I’m the women Spittin' facts while I’m pretendin' I am more, I am less, I invest, I divest, As I focus, I digress I am cursed, I am blessed Serious, as I jest Hyperactive, while at rest I’m the worst, I’m the best I’m the grade, I’m the test I’m the train, I’m the tracks, The uncharted, and the map, I’m the boot, I’m the strap, I’m the hand, I’m the clap I’m the black, I’m the white, I’m the day, I’m the night, I am everything and nothing I am wrong, I am right.
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
Two Sides of a Coin
Obama jetted back to Africa soaring aloft on gulf stream swank a posse of oil company execs in tow, intent on liberating Dark Continent fossil fuels from unjust underground prisons American entrepreneurs angling to get the upper hand in the high stakes global resource poker game pulled a big time race card to trump China’s full house On Goree Island, political paparazzi popped and clicked a perfect image of the neocolonial white clad President framed in a doorway filled with dark shadows and heinous memory of the unspeakable horrors of global trade leering from the portal at the Gate of No Return Obama welled with meditative epiphanies of personal seachange, and the vicissitudes of life, pondering his meteoric rise from a Land of Lincoln State Senator to American President in the span of one golden 9/11 decade At a South African University Town Hall Summit, the fist bumpin, mike droppin Prez telepromted the star struck folks with solemn universal civil rights pronouncements, wrapped in the riddle of the pursuit of peace, hidden in the enigma of the reverence for human dignity Later in the day Mr. Obama sat at the feet of a comatose Mandela; whispering into his ear why an Afghan peace eludes him, why his drone strikes rain death upon innocents and why his democratic republic defiles the civil liberties of its citizens to ransom a daily diet of fear But Madiba does not hear Mr. Obama’s feverish confessions; his ears are closed, he dreams only of the paradise of liberation he earned for his life's hard wages Music Selection: Gil Scott Heron Western Sunrise Oakland 070213 jbm
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
Obama in Africa
Obama jetted back to Africa soaring aloft on gulf stream swank a posse of oil company execs in tow, intent on liberating Dark Continent fossil fuels from unjust underground prisons American entrepreneurs angling to get the upper hand in the high stakes global resource poker game pulled a big time race card to trump China’s full house On Goree Island, political paparazzi popped and clicked a perfect image of the neocolonial white clad President framed in a doorway filled with dark shadows and heinous memory of the unspeakable horrors of global trade leering from the portal at the Gate of No Return Obama welled with meditative epiphanies of personal seachange, and the vicissitudes of life, pondering his meteoric rise from a Land of Lincoln State Senator to American President in the span of one golden 9/11 decade At a South African University Town Hall Summit, the fist bumpin, mike droppin Prez telepromted the star struck folks with solemn universal civil rights pronouncements, wrapped in the riddle of the pursuit of peace, hidden in the enigma of the reverence for human dignity Later in the day Mr. Obama sat at the feet of a comatose Mandela; whispering into his ear why an Afghan peace eludes him, why his drone strikes rain death upon innocents and why his democratic republic defiles the civil liberties of its citizens to ransom a daily diet of fear But Madiba does not hear Mr. Obama’s feverish confessions; his ears are closed, he dreams only of the paradise of liberation he earned for his life's hard wages Music Selection: Gil Scott Heron Western Sunrise Oakland 070213 jbm
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Looking at the times the way these dimes Droppin' like flies as time goes by thinkin' why? They living up to a ** status tryna to be the baddest But forget that you beautiful the way your are a shining star that's going dim Tryna impress them ? But they ain't seeing yo who do believe in? Me or next man Setting the masterplan at hand got **** She fell to the design that was planned Insecurities rushing cuffin' to a disease Invisible melodies stringing her menality Wake up and stop following these fakes in society Cuz they don't care about thee just another bill ya need to seal and **** These fakes tryna make fame off of a fake name Only to end up ashamed Now the next girl was giving her self to the world Eyes glistening like a pearl yo it makes me wanna earl She was lusting each scene for the cream and it seems She can't break away from the siblings Aphrodisiac beings spiritually killing Her soul outta control to many energies swarming a hole Thoughts dug deeper than an abyss soon to kiss A gravesite from having to many one nights Momentarily she's feels good from.the morning wood And if I could Change her views but she stuck in her ways So I guess the pain is there to stay floating away Me I'm on cloud nine tryna place my self in unison to the sun an unbecome a fallin' one Little lost women lookin' for men To take in can't amend Their problems but we all got problems Can't resolve 'em only evolve 'em above the rim Word to birdie lookin' for the enemies frenzy See the past I peeped the scenery since the age of three a golden taste of the coke and Hennessy Gave me a second chance to glance into the 9th D A Time traveler wisdom unraveler I'm the savior Resurrected from death in the form of a fetus Baby girl wipe ya tears no need to fear And compare against these buccaneers Most close their ears so they can't hear Ya sighs ...bawlin' no stallin' let's rise above all of those fallin'..now say...
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Lilith's Bluez
Looking at the times the way these dimes Droppin' like flies as time goes by thinkin' why? They living up to a ** status tryna to be the baddest But forget that you beautiful the way your are a shining star that's going dim Tryna impress them ? But they ain't seeing yo who do believe in? Me or next man Setting the masterplan at hand got **** She fell to the design that was planned Insecurities rushing cuffin' to a disease Invisible melodies stringing her menality Wake up and stop following these fakes in society Cuz they don't care about thee just another bill ya need to seal and **** These fakes tryna make fame off of a fake name Only to end up ashamed Now the next girl was giving her self to the world Eyes glistening like a pearl yo it makes me wanna earl She was lusting each scene for the cream and it seems She can't break away from the siblings Aphrodisiac beings spiritually killing Her soul outta control to many energies swarming a hole Thoughts dug deeper than an abyss soon to kiss A gravesite from having to many one nights Momentarily she's feels good from.the morning wood And if I could Change her views but she stuck in her ways So I guess the pain is there to stay floating away Me I'm on cloud nine tryna place my self in unison to the sun an unbecome a fallin' one Little lost women lookin' for men To take in can't amend Their problems but we all got problems Can't resolve 'em only evolve 'em above the rim Word to birdie lookin' for the enemies frenzy See the past I peeped the scenery since the age of three a golden taste of the coke and Hennessy Gave me a second chance to glance into the 9th D A Time traveler wisdom unraveler I'm the savior Resurrected from death in the form of a fetus Baby girl wipe ya tears no need to fear And compare against these buccaneers Most close their ears so they can't hear Ya sighs ...bawlin' no stallin' let's rise above all of those fallin'..now say...
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So, our hero of tha day waz DJ Herc   He b driven’ lil Mizz Dazze ‘round, in a pimped out Merc   Queensbridge waz tha birthplace of Hip-Hop   Red alert, it just won’t stop   It will hurt uz a bit   No more than a **** wid a hit   Wee all thank Merc 4 puttin’ on dat show   Smokin’ sum **** n angel dust, wid sum real blow     A bro named, Coke LA Rock, waz also a financier friend of mine   Handin’ out goodies 2 tha children in-line, all tha time   Nickel bag half n ounce, quarter pound pow, now wee poppin’   Az long az tha music izn’t stoppin’ and tha rocks r still droppin’   If champagne waz still a flowin’, then tha freaks wood b steppin’ in line   Hotel, Motel, u don’t tell, wee don’t tell, one-time root 9   There’s notta man dat can’t b thrown, a horse dat can’t b rode   A bull dat can’t b stopped, a disco dat can’t b rocked, can u decode     Were u @ dat famous house party, thee dope   Spinnin’ tha holy crates of hip-hop, wee hope   A1 B-boy from every known neighborhood, wid a scent   From JC, Tony D’, Sweet n Sour, 2 super DJ ‘Fcukin’ Clark Kent   Sellin’ nickel bags of cannabis, 2 miss layD hoes to mi crew   Made mi coin roll into notes, helping outta few dat I knew   Hip-Hop waz made 4 peace, love, unity n fun   Still b countin’ mi riches, retired n still layin’ in tha hot sun
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 1:50 AM UTC
Peace, Love, Unity n Fun
just like a rainbow cast over stormy seas, you shined your light and it just surrounded me, illuminating life's pure beauty, earth and seas, and stones and trees, and birds and bees, i stumbled bumbled right off your buzz, your honey kiss, sweet sticky lips cant get enough, and i know im not falling in love, i dont fall down, not when you're around, im rising up up up, just like a light inside of crystal caves, the more i watch you the more the darkness fades, and i let your sweet voice lead the way, it leaves me dazed for days, maybe its infatuation, caused by recent separation, my situation's even testin my own patience, now im sittin waitin, for some kind of new creation, im blamin' fate and, i find im hatin', way too much and way too often, need new touch, escape this coffin, my heart is stoppin, and surely droppin i miss your fresh perspective, smart and consciously selective, perfectly hectic, thats how i expect it, and i know im not falling in love, i dont fall down, not when you're around, im rising up
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Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
Rise up
Sometimes I put my headphones in No music playin Just to muffle out the background noise Of all they're sayin , all the empty conversation I'm secretly sat here craving From Better days when This paranoia wasn't constantly Invading my brain and I could entertain it Sit here without fear Cause I was going somewhere With people I could call friends Without questioning motivations Unquestioning motivation Faltered Now sleign , altered And warped by blame checked into the Awk-ward I wait in urgency hoping This was no accident And I'll imerge and see The bigger picture Fat-e But for now I shrink Violently Weight droppin off of me still feelin heavy Propped up on this bus seat Weighing up whether I should miss my stop Cause I'm not sat near the bell And God forbid I ask someone for help Cause then they'd have to look at me But don't look at me, Don't you dare look at me! I can't face you today I can't even face me That's why I don't take a window seat And you have to begrudgingly Shimmy past me to take yours Or walk past to the back Silently cursing me I wish you'd sing instead I've got no music playin Clear my head lend an Ear-nestle next to me Did I not earn your earnesty? If I've got your back Won't you back me? Or will I turn round Reach out Only to find your shadow stretchin Out of reach Like a weary soul-dier you take your leave... I try to shake mine off Anxietree Break some branches, Tryin to get free Oh-live! They Silently scream But I'm struggling To even make it off my seat Go live In three But I can no longer perform Go on without me Forget me Only thing on the way up Is mum's spaghetti! Need some Bob Marley Get up, stand up But my legs won't let me! Musics off So it's down to me Get up, stand up Used to be so easy Get up stand up Your bus stop is here No music playin in my ear But right now I could do With a mellowdy
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Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
Awk-Ward
Sometimes I put my headphones in No music playin Just to muffle out the background noise Of all they're sayin , all the empty conversation I'm secretly sat here craving From Better days when This paranoia wasn't constantly Invading my brain and I could entertain it Sit here without fear Cause I was going somewhere With people I could call friends Without questioning motivations Unquestioning motivation Faltered Now sleign , altered And warped by blame checked into the Awk-ward I wait in urgency hoping This was no accident And I'll imerge and see The bigger picture Fat-e But for now I shrink Violently Weight droppin off of me still feelin heavy Propped up on this bus seat Weighing up whether I should miss my stop Cause I'm not sat near the bell And God forbid I ask someone for help Cause then they'd have to look at me But don't look at me, Don't you dare look at me! I can't face you today I can't even face me That's why I don't take a window seat And you have to begrudgingly Shimmy past me to take yours Or walk past to the back Silently cursing me I wish you'd sing instead I've got no music playin Clear my head lend an Ear-nestle next to me Did I not earn your earnesty? If I've got your back Won't you back me? Or will I turn round Reach out Only to find your shadow stretchin Out of reach Like a weary soul-dier you take your leave... I try to shake mine off Anxietree Break some branches, Tryin to get free Oh-live! They Silently scream But I'm struggling To even make it off my seat Go live In three But I can no longer perform Go on without me Forget me Only thing on the way up Is mum's spaghetti! Need some Bob Marley Get up, stand up But my legs won't let me! Musics off So it's down to me Get up, stand up Used to be so easy Get up stand up Your bus stop is here No music playin in my ear But right now I could do With a mellowdy
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Hey, remember when we went to Vegas? You were the only friend I had. Remember when we went to Vegas? I couldn't have done it without you. Remember when we went to Vegas? All be a'droppin' at the bridge. Remember when we went to Vegas? Inane insanities in the sands. Remember when we went to Vegas? I'd bet all my chips on you. Remember when we went to Vegas? O' desert night, bring me home. Remember when we went to Vegas? Hey, you were the only friend I had. That was a long night in Vegas: Take me through the desert again. I'm telling you, there's something about a dune that's bigger than the both of us. This tablecloth is singed with the cinders of cigarettes. Them lights gotta be yellows, just see– Looks like some yellows to me. Looks like some skulls stuck up in the stucco. Looks like a nice trip to me. Looks like in Vegas I found myself and yourself, likewise, found me. Looks like the best hours I've ever spent were spent sitting on the roadside aside the road that sits beneath every star waiting  for     the      cars        to         pass. Remember when we went to Vegas? You are the best friend I have.
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Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Vegas
Amidst my self-sinkin' a'droppin' down into involuntary shunts you note: *"Pensive, pensive– He is always so pensive. He smokes another cigarette and takes another bath."* Amidst crossin' o'clawfeet in clawfoot tubs you repeat: *"Check the water for them words you were park-wanderin' a'lookin' for while I was out all last night a'lookin' only for you."* And as I look, I do only, for you. *"Sometimes – sometimes I am so in love with you, it's surrealism. My heart's breaking from the weight, from my romanticism, a castaway'd castawayer a'makin' memoirs in the morning. I'm a beach-combing romantic; I'll fall out of love by the morning."* Ponderin' a'wanderin' takes me back to the Fall with leaves, fallen too; to our breaking point, pointing skywards in the off-season kite flying season. I kiss the wind washing over my face and curse all the dumb, **** reasons that I never did kiss you; I never meant to kiss you. I do only, for you. *"Pensive, dear pensive, you do this for me: Go ponderin' for months– O' sonderin' on o'er me."*
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Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 7:59 PM UTC
Pensive
Flow Like Fluid Concept by Jay Byrne of Eclectic.Collective. "text" Jay byrne text Mr.Sandman ------------------- I flow like fluid. I do it. You knew it. The cryptic, mystic, Celtic Druid. rpt x 1 -------------------- "Bring them all on, mix them in me cauldron. Brewin' up a batch o' bad beats to call on. Broth's bubblin'. Brewin' up, rumblin'. I try avoid trouble in me hometown Dublin. I'm a pacifist. I take the **** Spit like a basilisk. A rhyme alchemist. An optimist when the chips are down. Smoke verbs like herbs the proverbial clown.   I get a notion. Pure emotion. Check out me rhyme. Poetry in motion. Behold me ocean. Come in it's fine. Jay's The Name, I'll take you Deep Into The Rhyme.   So deep. Put your back to me brother cos me brother I keep. No sleep now it's on with the show. Feel the beat now I'm lettin' you know. That".. ------------------- "..I flow like fluid. I do it. You knew it. The cryptic, mystic, Celtic Druid." -------------------- *Grrr...I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it, the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trencher, I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it, the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trench-yeah* ------------------------------------------- *Welcome to the Maelstrom,event horizon, barometer's droppin,ears poppin,the pressure is risin, yours widen in surprise as you enter the eye of the perfect storm, beneath the surface beyond the norm, moments ago the surface was placid and warm, Now the Sandman's here...Sea's turbulent, sound the alarm, too late wrong Siren,your crew is all charmed, chain yourself to the mast spindrift whips past, as I froth up the sea's with my breath, mermaids approach eyes promising caresses of death, whether Mariner or Sub Mariner,you're no challenger, Architeuthis is toothless but it still strangles ya, Mangle ya drags ya down to the Abyss, welcome to my realm,hear the crackle and hiss, Neptune's risin,rhyme's sussurus surprisin'-you're caught on my Trident, ______--__________________-___________ *Cause I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it, Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trencher, I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it, the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trench-yeah*
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
Flow like Fluid.
Flow Like Fluid Concept by Jay Byrne of Eclectic.Collective. "text" Jay byrne text Mr.Sandman ------------------- I flow like fluid. I do it. You knew it. The cryptic, mystic, Celtic Druid. rpt x 1 -------------------- "Bring them all on, mix them in me cauldron. Brewin' up a batch o' bad beats to call on. Broth's bubblin'. Brewin' up, rumblin'. I try avoid trouble in me hometown Dublin. I'm a pacifist. I take the **** Spit like a basilisk. A rhyme alchemist. An optimist when the chips are down. Smoke verbs like herbs the proverbial clown.   I get a notion. Pure emotion. Check out me rhyme. Poetry in motion. Behold me ocean. Come in it's fine. Jay's The Name, I'll take you Deep Into The Rhyme.   So deep. Put your back to me brother cos me brother I keep. No sleep now it's on with the show. Feel the beat now I'm lettin' you know. That".. ------------------- "..I flow like fluid. I do it. You knew it. The cryptic, mystic, Celtic Druid." -------------------- *Grrr...I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it, the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trencher, I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it, the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trench-yeah* ------------------------------------------- *Welcome to the Maelstrom,event horizon, barometer's droppin,ears poppin,the pressure is risin, yours widen in surprise as you enter the eye of the perfect storm, beneath the surface beyond the norm, moments ago the surface was placid and warm, Now the Sandman's here...Sea's turbulent, sound the alarm, too late wrong Siren,your crew is all charmed, chain yourself to the mast spindrift whips past, as I froth up the sea's with my breath, mermaids approach eyes promising caresses of death, whether Mariner or Sub Mariner,you're no challenger, Architeuthis is toothless but it still strangles ya, Mangle ya drags ya down to the Abyss, welcome to my realm,hear the crackle and hiss, Neptune's risin,rhyme's sussurus surprisin'-you're caught on my Trident, ______--__________________-___________ *Cause I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it, Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trencher, I flow like fluid. I do it,you knew it, the Poseidon Adventure,Marianas Trench-yeah*
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look ***** i aint tryna play you Just trying to mack to you Show ya real thangs Embrace the world With my **** brain Hard to maintain when weeds settles I get that ******* blowin' like a kettle Baby dont settle for less This aint no wild guess Let me mack to ya ears and grab ya breast And put yo fingers on my masculine chest Yea i know like that gangsta **** **** passion im long lastin blastin' My ***** In ya puddy cat Ya dont have to wonder where the daddy at? Im right bebe have no fear Droppin' game faster than the clouds drop a tear You cant fade me??? Now that we in this relationship I gotta lotta thangs To confess im freaky as they come Watch me roll up some sess Take a puff with me And lets do some lesbian ********* **** Promise I won't hit Unless ya let me girl i make ya forget me Like amnesia   The ***** pleaser These other nigguhs jackin' With twizzlers Im my ***** hot as a sizzler Ask ya girl i bet im dickin' her No shame in my game You know the rules Yo ***** chose me Cuz of my m a c k Still pack the AK Everyday Just incase a hater got something To say So **** peace im still in yo ear piece Now rest in peace ***** can ya fade me???
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Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 8:21 AM UTC
U Can't Fade Me
I've never heard a downpour stomp so loud as the moisture above us incites rampage droppin' bombs from celestial once neutral clouds. the gods stamp their feet while the godesses pout; eternal beings acting young for their age. I've never heard a downpour stomp so loud. With tents full of water and glasses full of stout, my overdue almanac cries out to the mage droppin' bombs from celestial once neutral clouds. the drizzle it dropped but the encore soaked the crowd the mud grew new flowers as hands mopped the stage. I've never heard a downpour cheer so loud. Drenched to the bone and wanderin' about our level of wetness cannot be guaged, droppin bombs from celestial once neutral clouds. No refuge for masses sprawled under the spout; bad acid, good music, free love makes us stay. I've never heard a downpour stomp so loud droppin' bombs from the celestial once neutral clouds.
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Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 11:35 AM UTC
Woodstock
Come and listen to my story about a con named Don A poor Manhattaneer, barely kept his family out of pawn, And then one day he was launderin’ some coin, And up through the ground come some rubles and crude. Oil that is, black gold, Russian tea. Well the first thing you know ol’ Don’s a millionaire, The kinfolk said "Don move away from there" Said "Mother Russia is the place you ought to be" So they loaded up the jet and they moved to DC. D@#$%&bag Central, that is. Swampy pools, tea partyers. Well now it's time to say good-bye to Don and all his kin. And we would like to thank you folks fer kindly droppin’ ‘em. You're all invited back next week to this locality To hear a heapin’ helpin’ of their conspiracy. Jail time that is. They’ll set a spell, take their shoes off. They’re goin’ away now, y'hear?
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
The Ballad of The Donald (Sung to the Beverly Hillbillies theme song)
Check the twenty-twenty fission Adam splittin' Eden vision Bustin' caps in gas emissions Spittin' written ammunition For the first-world problem chillen' Droppin' free speech bomb sedition On the third-world problem villain Grand old wizards' ku klux gizzards All white **** meat chicken dinners Suckin' Christian dictions' Hissin' contests over spoils House of Slyth'rins witherin' The shale-shock sowing soil With Satan seeds of ignorance Still thirsting for indifference From money hungry London royal Global warming blizzards As they're bleeding dry the rivers Into liquidating oil Treasure buried with a shovel In oases brought to boil Nine eleven popped the bubble But with Jesus in the building Turning metal into rubble Smelting graces into gilding From the melting *** he's spilling Into off-shore power drilling Making killings on the rigging As Mohammed was displayed As a scary, bearded, brown-skin man Through tricks of terrorism's trade And God's right sleights of winning hand Pulled rabbits from Fatah's grenade And cooked 'em in Afghanistan For PTSD noise parades And hot dog chugs for Uncle Sam To waste the land, supply demand For ol' Osama's unmarked grave Obama hosted-masquerade White-washing New World fear campaign Them masks of patriotic acts In place as they removed Hussein Disguised the ethnic cleanse crusade With bush league mass destruction claims When the caliphate they made Went Khomeini on Iran A stand against the David camp Shelling bibles to qurans So the shah's Allah mirage Put the profits in the pockets Of the prophet's arbitrage Camouflage the Green Zone spans With pyramids of Reaganomics Tricklin' into sovereign sands Long before heathen jihadists Flew their kamikaze plans Into Trump towers' blacklist fists Of modern warfare contra bans
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Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
Halliburton
Check the twenty-twenty fission Adam splittin' Eden vision Bustin' caps in gas emissions Spittin' written ammunition For the first-world problem chillen' Droppin' free speech bomb sedition On the third-world problem villain Grand old wizards' ku klux gizzards All white **** meat chicken dinners Suckin' Christian dictions' Hissin' contests over spoils House of Slyth'rins witherin' The shale-shock sowing soil With Satan seeds of ignorance Still thirsting for indifference From money hungry London royal Global warming blizzards As they're bleeding dry the rivers Into liquidating oil Treasure buried with a shovel In oases brought to boil Nine eleven popped the bubble But with Jesus in the building Turning metal into rubble Smelting graces into gilding From the melting *** he's spilling Into off-shore power drilling Making killings on the rigging As Mohammed was displayed As a scary, bearded, brown-skin man Through tricks of terrorism's trade And God's right sleights of winning hand Pulled rabbits from Fatah's grenade And cooked 'em in Afghanistan For PTSD noise parades And hot dog chugs for Uncle Sam To waste the land, supply demand For ol' Osama's unmarked grave Obama hosted-masquerade White-washing New World fear campaign Them masks of patriotic acts In place as they removed Hussein Disguised the ethnic cleanse crusade With bush league mass destruction claims When the caliphate they made Went Khomeini on Iran A stand against the David camp Shelling bibles to qurans So the shah's Allah mirage Put the profits in the pockets Of the prophet's arbitrage Camouflage the Green Zone spans With pyramids of Reaganomics Tricklin' into sovereign sands Long before heathen jihadists Flew their kamikaze plans Into Trump towers' blacklist fists Of modern warfare contra bans
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does your **** get hard when you hear your own voice or are you really auditorily jackin off a softie? chokin on pulls between bottles and bowls we all know you're full of **** yellin unfair brackets are the worst of it come back and talk to me with eyes a little less red with some stories and quips you haven't beaten so dead if you're fed up with the honesty then get up and head out I'll never be stoppin ya scream and shout as much as you like but somewhere else cause I'm seconds from droppin ya an understatement is ever hearing your voice again would be too soon just the memory is worse than a broken out of tune bassoon in short I don't hope you end up dead in a fire but to say I'd be sad would just make me a liar
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Dear too many people I used to know,
Whatever you're poppin' Won't be stoppin' Your world from droppin'
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
Pills
If there's a baboon and there's a buffoon, a tangle it always takes two. Put them together and what have you got? Two bibbidi-bobbidi-boobs! If they're in a room, you'll hear a KABOOM! The whole house will become a zoo! Cause you put together what I said do not! Two bibbidi-bobbidi-boobs! They're constantly slammin doors! Sounds like someone brought in a horse! Stompin and hoppin and ploppin and droppin, two bibbidi-bobbidi-boobs! If there's a baboon and there's a buffoon, a tangle it always takes two. Put them together and what have you got? Two bibbidi-bobbidi-boobs!
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 12:41 AM UTC
Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boobs
Baby, there's no other, No someone else, It's hard to balance this love, Feelin' like my heart's on stilts Can't look down, No, I can't turn around, They say to love with your life, But, I don't know how, Baby, these walls, They're crashing down, Just wish you were here to see me now. Her heartbeat gets faster, At last her, Lungs give out, She's bleedin, Just wishin' she was dreamin', She don't want this life no more, So used to droppin' and leavin'. But this game she's playin', All it does is mess with her heart, Her soul shatters, And falls apart, At the scene, Left with senseless scars. Now she's screamin', As her death's redeemin', "I don't want this pain in my chest!" Lord, put me to rest! Never wake me up, bury me deep, Make sure it's deep enough that n one will hear my screams. No rear windows, Can't change what's done, Her soul lifts beyond the sun, It wasn't supposed to be her, she wasn;t the one. Lucky for her, the guilt lies within the holder of the gun.
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Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC
The Holder Of The Gun
Now at long last The year has past Another now begins Yet here I am still counting All the 2016 sins Let's start with Donald Trump And this historical election Another Great Leap Forward Just back in the wrong direction Truth itself was scandalous And lies are still the norm The media remembered Caitlyn Then forgot the storm While we just ate a Twitter feed Like Russia they were hacking Uploading Zika viruses That sent refugees packing To the blood-addicted streets From Syria to our front steps While we kept droppin' photobombs And hashtag #noregrets The pigs in blue, the black sheep herd Still fighting all our battles Since pale horses still possess Each head of branded cattle In this pea-brained agri-culture Old McDonald take the hint They're poisoning the wishing well Just take a sip of Flint Then dry your lips like Cali' Where only Prince is sadder To Wells Fargo draining pockets None of your lives matter Colin couldn't stand it And even Britain's bailin' As 20,000 people wrote Harambe on their mail-in Yet still we had some winners Like Lebron, Leo and Sioux But victories for Mother Earth Are still too small and few And now we stand Throughout the land Divided for the fall All I can say is how the **** Do we still drop the ball?
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Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 4:04 AM UTC
2016: An Elegy
well im the funky hocus pocus emcees loose focus cuz they know when i step to a show i blow harder than Gillespie aint none stoppin me droppin' me uh true southern playalisticadicallic music ya cant abuse it ya thiught we was dead but resurrected injected ya brain with a high funk overdose no syringe no pretend our flows leave ya bent competition just blowin'in the wind my flow stings like misquito enticin' west nile virus sound the chorus dirtu ***** is what im about we fight neva pout the gun in to snout one shot no shout we all about dollaz n cents i see you instense but naw playa dont hate me hate the suspense as my money gettin' thicker and thicker richer and richer and ya know foes try to roll.with ya uh yosef don't play no games when it comes to fame I say **** the fame n the shame I love black people but hate ****** mane detrimentAl for out mental tv's paint a tainted reality no positivity in the black community they told me if I wanna be a star performing artist I gotta sellout Naw never that I like raider hats and baseballs bats to gats quick to watch ya blood splat **** the records execs cuz I'm a threat poetic terrorist this ain't the summertime but I'll show ya porgy and Bess blessed from the sessed so I can manifest this beautiful lyrics so foggy you couldn't clear it I'm on ya conscious like bad nerves twitchin forever lynching mind of those who ain't listening
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
***** South
I'm a mess, yet I am only as beautiful as the pieces I kept a tangled chain the rut of the "diamond" necklace hemp choker round my neck expect to hold ground while my left hands steady my ring finger displays an absentee love cause I love life more than the men that they take more than any amount of giving scars litter my wrist they are a constant reminder of pain and suffering that I am continually wearing bracelets of the, "let me take this from you" "don't worry this won't hurt I promise you" **** you- because my fist breaks the beads and snaps it's band like understand its not the risk but I listen, eves droppin on pointless conversations hoping to be included but the sterling silver ring pierced through the cartilage you fiddlin with repels them all shows everyone how you always anxious careful footsteps for eggshell walking anklets made or were once given hang loose on em' like re-tethering hope double knots even with the perfect rope never solved the hurt and I know.
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
Accessories to My Personality
Some time ago.. I decided To not allow Your problems To be My problems You gon hafta pull that wagon by yourself… Hell… my own load is heavy… sometimes real heavy… And I just can’t pull yours and mine too… though I do sometimes try… But I’ve found that when I try… for too long… I start to droppin’ stuff… and then I feel bad…If it’s your stuff… And I feel worse... if it’s my stuff… Then it’s not just heavy… But it’s heavy and dropped stuff… and I’m scramblin’ Tryin' to make sense of it all… or fix it… or patch it... or clean it up… and It’s affectin' me… and my head aches… and my stomach hurts… and I’m wonderin’… why…? and I’m countin’… how long…? and I’m wishin’ somebody would come along… to help me… To pull this load… Until finally… It came to me… I need not allow Your problems To be My problems You gon hafta pull that wagon by yourself…
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Feb 2, 2012
Feb 2, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
On Pulling Your Own Wagon