"fuckas" poems
Bad as a ***** *****
Bas as a ***** *****
Flapjack rippin up tracks
Call the conductor
Oh wait that’s me
You need training
Wheel’s on the track
Traction that you stuck under
N never wonder who is coming with the blunderbuss
All up in yo face, one shot n you under us
Ain’t wonderous?
****** up a couple plastics, pause, chill, kickback
Smoke a couple blunts
M to the A G, N to the Ificient
Life’s nice isn’t it?
That is, if ya got a little life light to lighten up those, like,
Way heavy dark instances.
And I don’t give a **** what you’re inference is
Psh, this ***** tryna tell me what the difference is
I thought it was obvious
I am, they are not the ****
Now we all got a nervous system
But that don’t explain why you’re so nervous mister
I done chained two chains up by his whiskers
Gave away his dummy money needed hunny ****** his sister
It’s the
Little Rapscallion
****** up your fleet, better bring the whole battalion
And I rap stallions, you stickin to the stable
Fables of your ladies n your many medalions
**** I’m goin off in this motha *****
Tossin these ***** fuckas wall to wall
Knockin bricks out with a fist pound
So get out n stand back, take notes, watch it fall
I’m bach with ***** don’t matter what your speed
I can clock em all, No cops involved, knock knock knock knock
Lock down drop top n ball
I’m all tweaked up n ***** you bound to stall
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Substance.
Heft. volume and mass.
Volume without value.
Being light in the ***
Barking without teeth.
Gravitas.
Bite. weight and kick.
All talk.All yap all ***** No ****
Mutha-fuckas today are sick
with it.
A man's word is nothing but air.
Lie to your face as if that is a virtue.
Get stuff all distorted as they twist you and hurt you.
Microphone checker.
No I'm not really mad. Just stretching out.
Anyway,back to the grind.
With your feelings these fellows are quite cavalier
as they muddy the waters and make things unclear.
Word is bond. Really like James Bond? WORD ?.
My word is my bond. We can trade on it.
My word is my life. The one thing you cant have.
Meaning and substance.
Values and core.
Fools take that today like a license to steal.
A big Lollipop a sucker Who dont know the deal.
Veracity.
Virtue.
brings
Vindication always.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
Hey there
I like what your sanging
Wage? Fair?
Just cause you swangin
I need a mill
Can I do the same thang and get the loot
With a lute, i do cast you with my spell
Hypnotized, locked down like jail
The verse prevails
Enables me to alter thought patterns
The mad hatters tavern smoking herb well-making caps.
Breaking caps because there's no ceilings in the sense once you start making the cents.
I'm heaven sent thank the Lord for all my blessings
I'm heaven sent thank the Lord because he made me
I'm heaven sent with a scent of herb
Observe
How I twist words
Merge the verbs with the rest
Got a mistress to undress
I am the best
A hot mess at times
But the Divine is so fine
He holds me
Close to him I do win
Own the land one day so mostly I observe
Merge my thought patterns
Some would call me anti-social
But I break the body
Such a butterfly disguised like I'm evolved some sort of creature
Maybe a preacher
Maybe a teacher
But what do I know I just drow, spit the burning flow,hold my divine soul and spit the mighty winds that destroy these ***** fuckas soul
I tripped when sprinting so fast to success in a mess but I will still win
defeat will just be a thought I can reminisce.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
I got lost souls
spinnin' outta control
fuckas wanna take cash roll
but im ballin' outta control
muthaphukkaz want me
but can't **** with me
i got the spirit of Makaveli can ya feel me?
once the rhymes hit ya melon
a true hood felon still bailin'
til the end of time
entice crimes cuz im
a wanted outlaw for the rhymes i spit raw
you against me
no competition im in it to win it
spinnin' webs out hells pulpits
can ya see me though naw you don't drama though
cuz i got lost souls
outta control
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC