"floatin" poems
Yes its big yosef a true heavy weight makin' earthquakes through all states watch for the snakes
In the grass never front for the cash who wanna clash?
With a mighty Titan I'm on a God status love hoes with the **** size of Trish stratus
Now tell me who's the baddest
ya on a one way trip with Gladys Knight
On a Midnight train to Georgia no one heard of ya
Ya flows is wack your skull will get crack fuckin' with the mack
I make a love connection from my smif and wesson learned ya lesson no plexin'
On my team one man supreme like a lion i be the king makin' suckas sing
Lullabies I feel ya soul cry reaching for the sky
Ain't no ******* allowed puff a cloud til the city unda a smoke shroud
Fools Talk loud but die silent known to be be violent
If provoked by a fake loc my pistol loves to smoke it stays high
Leavin' holy bodies to fry
Who could outwrite this? my style will diss rhymes deeper than an abyss make ya ****
Out ya own blood as ya face down in the mud with no crud
Touchin' my eyes sleep with one eye
Open scopin' and hopin' got more scams than Ken Copeland I'm still floatin'
On cloud nine almost to ten sippin' gin never see me grin my lyrics touchin'
Every last one of you wack rappers so come again.....
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Today is such a lovely, beautiful day
The sky, I behold the simple beauty of the sky
Such a gorgeous shade of blue,
With lazy clouds floatin' slowly by
Upon this beautiful summer day,
I could almost believe I'm there
Lying upon the sandy beach of Carolina,
And nothing terrible could happen
upon a day such as this
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
I read
a digital sign today,
it went something like this..
"Some mistakes are too ****** cool to make only once"
To which my head replied... 'or twice for that matter'.
I don't understand myself when everything goes my way
but I carry a big ten inch snit...
This morning I found
a silver ring and an empty bottle of
FIREBALL Cinnamon Whisky.
I have never drank the stuff but it sounds as bad as White Shark,
a hanged over in a glass vessel.
What a way to start the day, day two on the way to breaking the cigarette habit..
I have to on the count of they're killing me.. But I love my smoke.
Thank you God for the e-cigarette.. I love love, love you, oh thank you Lord!
And the puff-puff-pass doesn't help,
I have to buy stock in Halls Cough Drops,
I use them so much I've had to take a second mortgage out on the house that I will never own.
Anyway, the lady's gone to bed and I have music floatin' in my head.. was ****** most of the day
but you can't keep a good man down.
end © 2014
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC
make a move
that’s what we
the busy bodies
are tryin to do
quick come ups
hittin licks
catchin people slippin
not workin
to build wealth
instead we flash
little riches that bring
those groupie *******
floatin through life
livin off your riches
givin that hot applause
leavin u wincin while u ******
cause u quick to pop off
in all these breezys
wit no latex
**** the safe ***
you like it raw when u beat
so does Millie the freak
babe had her eye on you
from down the street
knew you were gonna cheat
got u sippin on some potion
gettin them emotions
down below in motion
if you slowed down
you would have noticed
her track record
4 for 6 wit 5 kids
left the other 2 clappin
now they ***** need bibs
like that 6th baby
you just slid in this lady
yeah u pulled out
but the precum
got her period lazy
its not comin back
till after yo son's arrival
congrats gangsta
you a daddy now
10 yrs later
U Still aint slowed down
you lived fast enough
for two lifetimes
hood ****** get jealous
they say its your time
they don’t slump you
they want the next in line
cause u stole his timeline
puttin a tragic end
to another brothas bloodline
from them greenbacks
that brought green eyes
that lead to hot heads
who shoot that hot lead
to slow you down
so they can get ahead
slow down young men
the fast life soon will end
with black suits and tears
a eulogy from your peers
no child should die like
a pawn in a chess game
played in the streets
by the blood and crip gangs
dealers who sell dope
and shoot guns
cause they too scared to bang
my advise is
wise up and do right
or fall victim to this life
and crash in the fast lane
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 4:19 AM UTC
As fridge-rator to beer in the head between the ears adorned with flashy widgets with which to trap the hoes he hopes that he can pull into his poles. His gravity whips wide so hands find and feel up erthing that gots the tail, he wants to rail so hands out he walks and tilts to one side and back holding his glass. Two fingers limp around the rim, dipping his fingertips into the juice like he wants to dip into you, pinkies as he holds your head forcing you to **** like you want his come as much as he wants to come. Then when done zips up, runs out, ***** sayonara", switch rerun mode without emotion. He floatin. He floatin. He gloatin.
Head on the couch back making tired, one eye open scoping everyone's glow as they move, when up he comes sittin in my face, spittin what he thinks I want him to say, I'm like, **** guy control that tongue, you spray like that always I'm afraid I won't take that wild **** as tool is to you as to yo ***** Right ******* ****** spittin harder in the lean up perhaps the lead up to fist flung to react. "Man you too loose, I gotta tell you, I've got just what you do." "Your uh ****** Man watch ya flavor of language, I got just enough ****** left to get hard and stomp you, heel first in boots bought to stomp, pre-emptive to deal with the bullwhip effect where first you droolin to **** me, then retract like a bowstring because my ***** resembles a **** "What you want, ***** You wan **** this **** for real?" (For real?) He floatin. He floatin. He floatin the room, he ghosting.
Lick my lips, cept it's not a tongue. For this purpose it's strobe lights, in light show, and like snow, black and white between sheets of plastic TV screen on get settled into my flow, rip back and forth like prongs on a fork on your ******* blindfolded and scolded right angle, bent like an L-shape repenting for **** by taking the ****** flash cards, held up on headboards, trying to teach you metrics and standards lacking in you to tune you into the lifestream, no empathy and no tact to show, remember this hell well while you sail through life preying, I'm praying and making marks in meat coats. But he floatin. He floatin. He gloatin.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
Rollin B's in the Mazda, blazin
The constant high is what we're cravin
Wiz Khalifa, Lil Wayne, and Drake spitting the supa hot
Fire, lite up that ***
The smell, getting riper
Peter piper
Pack that pipe, er
Spark up, we faded
This **** is not overrated
Lite it up, we floatin
Carefree, no gloatin
Normal, what I am now
Later.... wow.
And I'm lit.
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 10:41 PM UTC
As this heart beats and my mind thinks,
Battlefields are taking place inside of me.
Two main teams:
The Soul-Mind versus Flesh-Life.
Pirates and Sailors both floatin the same ship.
Peace, sometimes...though mostly misery,
As I attempt to find calm at sea.
The oppositions create distance with the teams,
As they've come to disrupt my woken dreams.
Which one is right, I often think.
Two of the same,
The same are not two.
There is no sense to be made.
We trade, we trade, playing this game.
We are yet to know that in the end...
All is the same.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Just keep livin in this feelin
Never am I beleivin
That **** thats written
Questin for questionin
Im losin
No reasonin
No serotonin
Jane, dope burnin got me floatin
Lucy dances turnin got me smilin
Druggy desperate runnin got me huffin
Huff and puff an puff, pass
One piggy in a house oh straw smokin grass
Nother piggys house of glass
Last piggys house of cards but, alas
Little piggys grow big and pass
One pig in the straw smoked over ash
Nother pig served with a glass
Last pig out of cards, alas
Last pig out of the farm
Free hog free from the harm
Hunted down with a firearm
Pow Pow hogs need not roam
No escapin the farm
Just dyin in a drugged calm
Or dyin strugglin in dirt, ****
So just chill and spread *****
New meat for the grinders
Fresh meat for the diners
Pigs aint **** but some dinners
For pigs with gold incisors
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
The grand scheme, void of me, stands in stoic devotion
To zero compulsion
It holds no emotion
What a notion
I'm feelin' like a single plankton
In a vast ocean
Aimlessly floatin'
In a seemingly meaningless motion
©2023
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 4:51 PM UTC
Woke up this morning I was tired as hell, decided I would sit in the garden and dwell,
On the last weekend of pubs and clubs,when my ears picked up this feeble buzz,
Now usually the buzzin’ is my bassbox boomin’ but my bassbox bins were still back in my room,
Looked at my feet and to my surprise was a big bumblebee who’d fallen from the skies,
He looked worn out,torn up up,but still a lil’ fighter, musta gotten separated from the rest of his flight yeah,
So I remembered a tale taught by my mum,how to get a tired bee back to buzzin and hummin,
Put some salt and some water in a little saucer,and watch him build up his strength like a sorcerer,
But I decided to add my own twist to the game,so the Manuka honey,out she came,
Put a little dose of each in the saucer on the ground,so I could help the lil’ fella start buzzin around.
Helped him over the lip of the saucer quick,he looked about done in til he gave it a sip,
Then like popeye with spinach he started to swell,comin’ hummin like a trooper from the gates of hell,
From close to the end he was like Zip Zing!,floatin’ like a butterfly,ready to sting,
He took off and flew around all my ma’s fresh roses,full of beans, lookin mean striking Irish bee poses,
Then he landed on my hand but not to sting me up,
Took a little Bee bow then rose right up,
And I coulda swore I heard a voice hummin out to me,
"Thanks man you really helped out this busy bee",
He floated like a butterfly off my hand ready to sting if needed on the flowers he lands,
Then I gave him a wave and went on my way, and started the bee- ginnings of my own busy day.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
She said baby pick your poison
We'll silence all the voices
we'll **** the Paranoia
we're hopin'
we're hopin'
We don't know where we've been goin'
but I know that we've been glowin'
we're rollin'
we're rollin'
we're floatin'
we're floatin'
Shorty you and I was getting high and living up the moment
saw your eyes and they had me feeling golden
oh hold it
Didn't know where it was goin
I'm broken
I'm not one to tell a lie, my cup was overflowin'
hit my line a couple times and I was falling
for it
Falling
oh ****
I just want to freeze this moment
I just want to hold it
I just can't leave this moment
and now I'm frozen
I said shorty pick your poison,
all the **** the we were smoking
all the fear and all the loathing
Wasn't loving only coping
And I been feeling so numb
pale skin n frozen blood
nicotine
in my lungs
falling in and
out of love
And I know I ain't living right
but you know I'll pull up when it's right
and I won't deny I'm living quiet
on the low
dreaming coast to coast.
She said baby pick your poison
We'll silence all the voices
we'll **** the Paranoia
we're hopin'
we're hopin'
We don't know where we've been going
but I know that we've been glowin'
we're rollin'
we're rollin'
we're floatin'
we're floatin'
and she's been living on the low
said baby pick your poison
if it's me then I'll be goin'
if it's me then I'll be goin'
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 1:00 AM UTC
floatin in the air of innoncence
holdin on to kisses
that surpasses these shaded lips
oh in this daydream
in my corner of despair
she stands
loud as reasons
which I cannot remand
impossible to let go
the rushed night and shy goodbye
creepin home before the mornin light
esthetic eyes that devour
these invariable melancholic smiles
of mine
amorously disposed desire for
deceivin bedshaped moves
again, to put this body on fire
charmed in shame
this au naturel attire
suitably awaitin ur tardly arrival
nice and slow
utterin words
for ur ears alone
"take me down, kiss me below"
11
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
heLLo,
DeLusion,
DARLING
AgAin AdMIRING
LovelY LAdY LibERtY,
Flame Held High shIMMERING;
BOth BOok And EYES OPEN,
ON a pAth to the HORIZON,
ON this vAst glIMMERING OCEAN.
Left HER ON AN IsLANd fLOATIN,
While CLoSe to our bUST,
ThIS CLUSTerfuck jUSTICE;
Both wrapped in our SHEets,
IT iS SHE who corruptS US.
Book BlindfOLDed,
SCAles SwAYed,
CApITiliSIC enCASEment;
PAth PAVED wITH,
gOLD BrICks EMBLAZED wITH,
EMBLEMs rESEMBling
SLAVE SHIPS.
Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 7:02 AM UTC
*
From all of the blanks
floatin' up in my mind
By knowledge indeed
i am but as blind
So without it to prevail
there is no understandin'
For a word just mere a word
when nothin' in the endin'
Tho to believe 'n' witness
firmly within my capabilities
Please would Ye make it one
of ibn Yusuf's accepted abilities
By flowin' through veins
'n' the ponderin' upon
The heart alone to beget
which thread to be on
Thy example of livin'
aswell as Thy deeds
Come to be the only things
that i will ever need
**
..assalaato assalaamo alayka ya Sayyidi...!
..salawaat'Ullahi wa salaamahu alayhi wa aalihi wa sahbihi...!
..revive thy consiousness
'n'
love always...*
عرفان بن يوسف © AH 23/01/1437**
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
You're droopin' now like a sad balloon
cast down from Heaven
Your tail's dragging on the ground
- the one you escaped so long before -
and now you're down, down, down
You remember floatin' in the sky
watchin' little people as they all walked by
busy with themselves and their teeny-tiny lives
Now they're bigger than you and you don't know why
you can't fly, fly, fly
The wrinkles in your face are deep
As you sag closer to the ground
You're sure it's the end and say your prayers to
the Helium Gods and the party favor stores
when a li'l pigtailed girl picks you up and yells,
"Look what I found, found, found!"
And then you know it ain't how high ya float
that really matters in your life
Despite your droopin' and saggin' you don't
got no naggin' 'cause this kid's gonna love you
'til you die, die, die
pop
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
Would you share a moment with me, over some herbal tea?
Take a walk verbally, make a bond certainly cause’ in my
hand I bet your hand would fit perfectly. Its like we floatin in
space when you flirtin with me, can’t believe the moments we
have, don’t wanna move to quick, but honey without you I’d
be sick. I’m saying this from the heart best believe it from
the start, with you in mah life, I wanna make you mah wife.
Don’t think just react it makes it easier in fact, you look
better with no make up on I hope you don’t take it wrong.
When the sun sets upon your eyes, your beauty becomes
disguised hidden in between the feelings of lust and love, I
can fall for you with just one shove. Getting swallowed in the
waves of commotions I can’t help to feel these emotions, I get
lost for for words tryin to describe your curves. Not in a sleezy
way because I like how gentleman play, not in such a style to drive
these ladies wild, but with such manner and bliss he plants one kiss.
Upon the lips of beautiful lady who isn’t so shady, upon the woman
with class which any man shouldn’t pass, upon the one with the big
dreams which have no seems. With just one kiss he knows he can’t
miss, the love of his life that will soon be his wife.
Mar 6, 2012
Mar 6, 2012 at 6:03 AM UTC
"This is for the ladies(scratches)x3 ("yo Big Yosefs hard as hell"x3)
This is for the ladies
Yeah see the fire in your eyes makes my phallus rise
Visualize through ya **** Enterprise No
ties
unattached emotions once I enter ya thighs
Begins a commotion smooth
Coastin'
As ya love smotin' my **** is
potent
Ain't none outstrokin' got ya
Floatin'
On cloud nines no oceans
Eleven
Tryna get your ****** from earth to
Heaven
Yeah baby I'm freaky like that make ya back
Crack
check my stats my Louisville woody
bats
At a thousand to none *** like bullets out
Of a gun
leave ya stunned shunned and
outdunned
Who could wax it like an axe to
split
Ill spit with much saliva improvise like Mygyver
Taste the buds now I grew wiser feelin'
flyer
Than a blimp the lyrical **** flows never
limp
Check between my legs baby girl n I'll show you the world
Glisten intellects like pearls got ya mentality in a swirl
And every word magnatized once you
Realize
Got ya ******* harder than a leech black mafia
But don't call me Big Meech as I preach and reach
Hands caressing all over ya body so lovely yo whos above me?
Better not say any give ya good and
plenty
Of rigid **** as ya vaginal fluid turn thick
slicker
Than oil passions temps start to boils
Over five thousand degrees hittin' the bottom of the *****
On to your knees
Please Don't push me I'm feelin' lonely and freaky
So pour up some genuine wine til we tipsy
Clap that *** back baby
I'll punch it harder than Dempsey lines
be smoother than Chicago Pimps
see And I'll be
wrecking ya wet shop got ya saying please don't stop
Once I popped huh I got many flavors that I could droppppp
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
The way I keep flowing in slow motion
got em hoping what I'm floatin
is a certain kind of motion
of the perpetual style
They say its dope but its not
its just something i use to cope
i think this sugar pill's been coated
in something i ain't had in a while
now my eyes are gettin hazy
i'm startin to feel a bit faded
these lights are bright and people are screamin
i've got a feeling
that they're wanting something from me
something to call stunning
something to call touching
but even if these words that i'm spitting
are really ugly
these two shining behind me make it lovely
then the room falls hushed
its like someone dimmed the lights
suddenly, i'm alone on the stage
me and the mic
trying to convey what i write
into speech tonight there's a
slight chill in the air
but the moon shines bright
it gives me power
helps me make sure that i rock right
excuse me, step correct
we clean up the mess and
wasted sets from the
players who came before us
that we left for dead
its like the wild wild west
though were on the east coast
you're rockin with host with the most
you didn't know?
i've got itch in my throat
but the fans won't even know
how could they?
listen to them, man
they think its dope
I know you're all waiting
to keep hearing me gloat
but gimme a sec, wont you just
let me clear my throat
(DJ KOOL n OUT)
Mar 1, 2011
Mar 1, 2011 at 8:32 AM UTC
the shore washed up the water--
there we found the continent as
empty glass bottle, message from
a German baker circa 1913 a'floatin
through the Pacific as pure as our
intentions (just a little faded)
the floor was like a sleeping tree, vinyl
and material-coat keeps it warm, useful
I couldn't taste the water anymore; it had
become so fixed as 'eternal,' I forgot to
wonder: a baby, fresh to the world-- does
it taste air? like you smell other people's
houses on your very first visit?
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
one moment, one fluke
trying to breathe in
trying not to breathe,
speed momentum
with a crew, all alone,
faded now, the loop
all day driving
all day braking, and shoes
are what i think,
while the sky falls
to questions, to the lessons
learned, instant lights,
instant disaster,
lights and ruin,
instant imprisoned
mind, the battle
with the head.
the Jack Daniel man
Cowboy Hat Jackie Chan
in concrete land,
the funk man.
jungle of parrots
on the street with the
emotions mixed and yeeha
theres the bus and giddy up goes
the man, smokin crack
on the corner and he salutes.
cowboy floatin down the
aisle stride, picks his side
like a glide. like a guitar
like the sun. hittin those
melodies and the window
smacks the glare.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
Aiyo
Mr president **** you and the white house residents
destroyin' every day life aspects
**** what them ***** politics select
ya thank you can fool me
but muthphuck obama muthaphuck bush
muthaphuck the house of gumpies
ill slam on ya harder than Chris Humpries
**** all that ya talkin' small talkin' heres a big ***** walkin'
stompin' on the hardest grounds
buck the white house to the ground
easily a silhouette so don't forget im a threat
a terrorist by nature guerilla in the mist
**** them ****** suckin' on the devils ****
but make room for United nations cuz they give up *** with no hesitation
form my own syndication
15 millies strong funky cut no armstrong *****
ain't comin'g to be a hero im a violent anti
muthaphuck **** the fAiyo
Mr president **** you and the white house residents
destroyin' every day life aspects
**** what them ***** politics select
ya thank you can fool me
but muthphuck obama muthaphuck bush
muthaphuck the house of gumpies
ill slam on ya harder than Chris Humpries
**** all that ya talkin' small talkin' heres a big ***** walkin'
stompin' on the hardest grounds
buck the white house to the ground
easily a silhouette so don't forget im a threat
a terrorist by nature guerilla in the mist
**** them ****** suckin' on the devils ****
but make room for United nations cuz they give up *** with no hesitation
form my own syndication
15 millies strong funky cut no armstrong *****
ain't comin'g to be a hero im a violent anti
muthaphuck **** the flag smokin' top flight with my rag
top down lookin' for them clowns
so when i cut there nuts ya know i got ;em
rot 'em death scents smells lovely spirits floatin' above me
cuz im down with that t-r-u-e tg to og in everycity
showin' no pity
for them stackhouse clowns so suckas so suckas
better yield when see me approachin' with My G's
**** the WHiTE HOUSEE!!!!!lag smokin' top flight with my rag
top down lookin' for them clowns
so when i cut there nuts ya know i got ;em
rot 'em death scents smells lovely spirits floatin' above me
cuz im down with that t-r-u-e tg to og in everycity
showin' no pity
for them stackhouse clowns so suckas so suckas
better yield when see me approachin' with My G's
**** the WHiTE HOUSEE!!!!!
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
lemme be frank
while i smoke this blunt
i wrapped it
with something sweet
and candid
brown fragrance
smoke blazin
bold brazen
gotta be honest
i blaze chronic
forthright free spoken
tree smokin
words floatin
out of my mouth
highly potent
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
baby, you make me believe in me
don't you stop being wit me, yeah
shinin' stars are twinkling in your eyes
as your passion, like ember, is seductin' me
so fuckin', fuckin' seductive, can't leave you
we were apart for an hour, felt like a day
i am giving you all my strenghth, my warmth
i am giving you all my water, my water
in the moment of the splash, we floatin'
our dreams are on a scale, let's go for em
why are the heavens so orange-purple?
you must be messin' with the tides, babe
a flowful girl, flowerful, powerful, cute
words are without meaning, your eyes are
i will run for miles just to get your taste
alone, i'm no good, wit' you, we'll be prosperin'
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
Millennial stones trickling through continuums of space and time,
burying regressed evolutions and recycled tin can trauma
In lapse, I forgot about the sun and the moon
and chills on a pillow-y cloud,
the nested bunnies, cozy and dormant,
and discarded rotten tomatoes,
a bushel in a heap, as feed for desperate flies,
eating fruits of some other labour
On a chariot of rusted steel,
(that click clack chain)
I found a place and fell asleep under a shady willow
Awoke from ultra-violet sun sparkles
dancing through whispering leaves,
placing this right-hand in that right-hand that
smooths over tired brows and cups dozy dreamy eyes
Resting heavy heads on soft hearts,
gently rising and falling,
inhaling and exhaling breath that
O
F a
L
t S
like seeds of a cattail, dispersing and grounding
in perfect circle...
perpetual motion...
symbiosis...
the only truth that is
Present
Out from under the shaded canopy,
we race down to the beach and under the pier,
with splashy waves and guarding gulls
where we can laugh and dream in the
millennial stones trickling through continuums of space and time
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
Some of the hardest things in life are impossible to see..
Feeling and emotions grow like the gnarled roots of an old tree..
Embedding in the soil on which they stand shedding their debris..
Leaves of happiness and joy mix with those of pain and agony..
As time goes by it becomes a layered pile of beauty and tragedy..
I admit it’s not a perfect system but this is how it had to be..
Cause if you never had a bad day then what would a good one really mean?
What else would give you the inspiration to break up a negative routine?
I finally saw this truth after avoiding it since the age of thirteen..
I stopped running once I came face to face with myself in a dream..
From now on I’m only sippin cocktails laced with self esteem..
I’ve released my addiction and sent it floatin down the stream..
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC