"fulla" poems
I’m a Polyglot Polymath, Microphone’s a Polygraph,
Manners of a Sociopath-Rhymin’ keeps me on the path,
Else I’d be hackin you up like a cannibal,
Pullin the Chianti out-serve you up like Hannibal,
Words heavier than Elephants invading cross the alps,
Under Armour over Body Armour-waistline fulla scalps,
From the Belt o’ the Celt o’ the Schizophrenic Sandman,
You’re triple teamed by -EC- Raps new Xmen.
I broke me chains,some say I went insane,
But it’s simple,all I went and did was grow a brain.
be the Bane of your life,while Mal plays Dark Knight,
A rhyme Super Villain with a verse of Dark Light,
The searchlights on-watch the cockroach scatter,
We speak Dark Matter while your brain gets battered,
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
Mal and Sandman's Positively Mental Attitude.
It’s the original Irish OG rough rugged and ready,
Battling me is futile keep your hands steady,
I’m no pacifist,and if you take the ****
I’ll clap you with a fist like an obelisk,
That’s a grave warning,-global warming,
The Dragon of Eire ,skies look stormy…
Since cassettes and disks I’ve been spittin ****
That makes wannabee’s wanna slit their wrists,
The Sandman’s calling,come in and take a mauling,
Rappin since clappin one two and yes y’allin,
from New Aulins to saint Pauls my kin,
Are gathering for the quickenin,pulse races,air thickenin'
Highlander in a land cruiser,take your teeth out like a dentist
E.C’s BRUISER.
batten down the screws-worldviews get skewed,
by Mal and Sandmans Positively Mental Attitude.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
Nothin' says nothin' like nothin'.
Nothin' smokes harda than somethin'.
Twinkle in his eyes, da room bout' to cry,
Nothin' says nothin' like nothin'.
Mouth fulla smoke, I ain't smokin'.
Room fulla blow, I ain't blowin'.
Walk out da door, me **** feelin' sore,
Nothin' says nothin' like nothin'.
I wanna stay tru, but I'm lyin'.
I wanna stay calm, but I'm dyin'.
**** fulla ******* ne'er da same,
Nothin' says nothin' like nothin'.
Dank fools, comin' at me all hood.
Wish I could fight, cause I should.
An island boy would, if he thought he was good.
I can't believe how fuckin' high I am.
Ba-da-ding-ding-whooooooa!
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
ol king crab kingo the highwaymen
cumma walking down that hallways street
oll king crab king o the highwaymen
he got swagger boom swagger
he got boom bap pow
pow
pow
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i seen im runnat comb through his hair
i seen it move back
i seen it glitter-glisten under em bright lights
onna ceeling
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i seen im touchin
mercury aphrodite
i seen im touchin onna ladies
hera n persephone
he been touchin onna ladies
backadatruck
backadatruck
back seat
pull em uppa cliffside
pull em uppa cliff
bring em inna that backseat
5 minutes in heaven baby
you know it
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ol king crab dont go to school
he appears
he come-and-go
touch-and-go
in-out
he just visiting
dont need no work
dont need to work
get nuffa that at home
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ol king crab drop out
not too much trouble
he never drop in
get a job drivin a truck
aint no better way to live
then watching those glitter-glisten lights
on that highway
run that comb through your hair
do it one more time,
do it for us king crab
yeah, just like that
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down that road he go
b back l8r
b back
b back
down down down
hot stuffy old car
dice onna mirror
just like a movie
luck pair of dice
such a lucky paradise
inna truck
down that road
fulla nuthin
fulla nuthin
fulla NOTHING.
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Ol' King Crab he *****
he chew
he *****
that how to live
that how to live?
yeah, son.
in back o tha gas station he *****
back inna gas station he chew
tobacco gum tobacco
he take em ladies by the hand
them ladies aint outta worry
king crab outta worry
watch whose hand you take.
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Listen.
Don't let him take you by the hand.
Don't let him TAKE YOU.
DON'T LET HIM TAKE YOU BY THE HAND
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ol king crab gettin
****** inna back of the gas
station
pullin outta driveways
and outta women
watch whose hand you take on that open road
you lose yo head
Nov 8, 2011
Nov 8, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
a few weeks back i
opened my big
fat mouth
& agreed to bartend
this art auction fundraiser for
street children in
kenya
which my parents organize
yearly
to which a lotta local artists
big & small all
donate pieces to.
anyway my pops wouldn't
let me serve gin with tonic *(this being a front so
i could drink it all of course, if y'know me at all..)*
and bought bud light (horsepiss)
and for wine used several
bottles of the stuff my
mother makes
in town
at the Penetang Wine Cellar
which, though rich & darkly red
is over-dry and smacks of vinegar,
be assured.
so despite see-sawing between
indignant "No's"
&
commiserative "Yes'ses"
(i mean who else are they gonna get??)
(---and due in part to
my lack of success in
making other plans)
i end up doing it &
having an alright time
in the process ...
(hey i had a big sink fulla icy beers &
'probly drank more than anyone
else save my father's friend Ted!!)
---i even threw down
a bit o cash on a pretty neat little
abstract called "view to the bay"
but got outbid,
---as if i needed to drop $100 +
on some painting
when i should be saving ev'ry dime
for old España
in the new year.
so i crack another beer and
live vicariously thru my mother
when she picks up a oil of this island
with big storm & clouds comin' in
---and then outta nowhere it actually is me
that closes out the show by outbidding
a neighbour for a
photograph of some dingy toronto night
(buildings under construction)
and then go back to pouring more wine
& smiling & shaking (wringing) a few hands.
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC
You know the ones
Fellas’ fulla ice
Runnin’ around spitin’ dice
Love um fuck’um, leave’um
Underachieva, please believe in ya,
Boy.
Lies to **** Christ,
Kissin’ the lips of death with every last breath,
A ***** left pressin’ everything in the way needless to say this left him
Stretched.
Up in his mind he lost track of time
He been there done that and decided he could get back
But didn't and now he's pitted his mind against a fitted
and some nikes
and still his life falls down the pipes,
he lost it at a small price
Just a few clothes shoes and hoes
Who knows maybe that all he needed though,
Hell bro maybe that's we all need it more.
We left worryin’ bout food with nuttin’ to do,
our economy **** man now we *******
he got out when he was young in his prime actin a fool
**** the best times in life
What happens to us left to die?
You know the ones the king of vice
The ones that love to spit dice
Yea you know the king of vice
The ones who paid the price
Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 10:47 AM UTC
late september down at the docks
is always fulla sadness.
closed up in the civic, parked with
steve stills shoutin' "love the one you're with" over the radio,
car otherwise quiet like a long sleep.
little rounded waves lapping
empty moorings,
the boats all dragged out & shrink-wrapped
'til next year
and fall comin' on in earnest now
with summer gone;
skies grey but sunset stains the clouds red like
th' cheeks of a drunk who cannot brave sobriety
as the cold settles the hills in full & even
a good book (big sur - duluoz)
not doin' any good b/c that old wino jackie k. keeps makin'
a mess o' things and goin' back to the sauce. worn out.
~
O this silence! (O this awful fuckin' waiting!)
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 2:51 PM UTC
For give me mothers if I take another son away
The ***** shouldn't a tested if my ****** wouldn't spray the K
2 the face
2 the point
Hollows in yo temple *****
Leave 2 dents in yo face like some dimples *****
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Ugh
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The devil told me that I'm coldblooded
Semi stoic look on my face n these hoes love it
Ain't got it on me when they shoot imma road run it
Never put trust n no ***** cuz these hoes covet
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Ugh
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Im like the black mclovin
Wit a wrap sheet 4 days
Tell yo mans cuz he shovin
N if low keep pushing imma have 2 start bussin
'Nother dumb ***** dead in the streets over nothing
Agh
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My mama say that idk about the struggle but she don't know half if the **** a ***** toggle wit
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She only know about a 5th of the **** I did
+
N if she knew me she would call me the apocalypse
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Cuz I done did mo dirt then a Lil bit
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N if this rapping don't crack imma cop a brick
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These ****** say they were its at but the fulla ****
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Cuz we the only mfs really taking risk
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When I was 17 I ****** a ***** n she was 30
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They call it statutory **** but I was hella flirty
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I know some ****** out south that'll do u *****
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Razor blade 2 yo face like that ***** birdie
+
Ugh
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I gotcho sis on my lap
N yo fix in a sack
Text books on my back
Imma lowlife pirate I ain't even gotta act
N my ****** on attack
Lowlife just relax
Ugh
1+2
N I mean that ****
I was blind 2 it all now I c that ****
Imma show u mufuckaz that u can get rich
If yo friends turn 2 opps n yo main chick flip
Ugh
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC
Om shanti tra-la-lace,
empty head fulla space.
Mismatched mouth and mind,
squawking every word ya find.
Buncha penny-sized pupils --
spun-out "gypsies" popping pills.
When ya finally say what ya mean,
I'll be where I was with no in between.
Om shanti tra-la-lo
pack yer patchouli and go.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Lemme break down Deez (emotions),
Cuz Da’ reality is;
I think about ya every (moment),
& ain't nobody more (important)!
Tell me if I'm in (psychosis),
Cuz FightiN’ off Deez evil (forces)
Feels Like drowning in a (ocean).
You da’ reason dat’ I've Neva’ (folded)
It’s like our souls are (interwoven).
Like We're caught up in dis net
Of love dat is (everlastiN’).
We're young N’ were fulla’ (passion).
Babygirl be my (companion)
Through all da pain N da (famine).
Anotha day I can't (imagine)-
With outtya ;Baby your (magic)!
I know u got me on da lowkey
But can we change da (dynamic)?
& if you can't , I (understand it)
There Ain't no needa (panic).
Cuz I'ma Neva (vanish)
Just promise 2 take me wittya’,
If you eva’ (parish).
Cuz Every nano (second) that you give me
I will always (cherish).
& Ima’ pray you keep (progressiN’).
When I look in yo’ (direction)
I see a heaven-sent (perfection).
I've tried (deflectiN’) all this love in my (possession)
But I simply cannot (prevent it);
I failed Everytime that I’ve (attempted).
It’s a connection, that a chemist couldn't (comprehend it)
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
I swear I thought I saw the devil in my father's eyes
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N if the devil is my father
Well than who am I
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I have 2 keep a sad face when im in the streets
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My life's a sullen sunken song that is on repeat
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My ***** mani died n vain cuz I never changed
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I gotta pocket fulla change
I became deranged
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I seen a lot of people die n get forgotten
Race card, who remember picking cotton
1+
2+
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
If i play my part in time I think I'll make it out the hood.
I shouldn't off my cousin now
But then again I prolly should
Because a pound is on the line and i ain't got too much a time
My mama future on the line
So im resorted 2 the crime
Naw+
Let him breathe
Let him take in all the air
Im like a lion in a cage and u can c it in my stare
Im feeling troubled n deranged n u can c it if u stare
She tryna stay inside my heart n till this day she's never there
Ugh+
Time money n madness
Im fulla sadness
My family believe in magic
And honestly it is tragic
My pockets can b the fattest
My mistress can b the baddest
They tell me 2 show them love but really I never had it
Yeah +
Dead bodies n bullets is all im after
Yo crying fueling my laughter
They murdered him on the crapper
N really all that I wanted was solace n mild seclusion The thought merely illusion
A happy ending is stupid
Wah +
Do u love me thru the blood n the tears
Would u sacrifice yoself if I had sharpened the shears
Love is fairly new 2 me cuz ive been suffering 4 years
I don't want u 2 respond will u just lend me yo ears
Cuz angels won't come if u drowning in the sea
Im the only one who loves u.
Im yo personal disease
Im the voice inside yo head
Fill void inside of me
U ain't in the coffin wit me how im pose 2 rest in peace
Hmm+
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 12:13 PM UTC
When I was working on robotics certain ******* wouldn't touch me
Started rapping over beats n now these ******* wanna **** me.
****** use 2 try 2 jump me
Throw they bullets
Try 2 rush me
So i gotta couple pistols
Let a ***** try 2 touch me agh.
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Im not the problem im the product n the answer
All this hate is so contagious
Its malignant as some cancer
****** putting on a show
Might as well go b a dancer
I remember being happy wit Doritos n a Fanta
Hah
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I love 2 **** wit quiet girls n gangster *******
Loves a double bladed sword
N my heart is fulla stitches
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
Something in me tries to blame
The lack of guidance that i had
Da lack of advice from a dad
I only act right when she's sad
It shouldnt reach that point.
Reachin low emotions frequently
Theres no longa anything she need in me
No reason to be pleasin me
Truth is so hard to ingest
I make it so hard to invest
Ive really putya to the test
Ive hardened you in da chest
They tell you that our kid isn't the glue
Why you with him? If you always blue
Even you wish dat u ****** knew
Im no longa why you get up
But im alway why you fed up
Im Surprised you havent let up
I made yo attitude become so bitter
Brought the worst up out you
I wanna fix this, ya i really do!
I been watching how-tos
But waiting on a broken record
Isnt worth anotha ounce
Inbox fulla otha cats
Who always trynna pounce
So I know the end is near
That's the way the game go
No needa live fear
But ayo listen to dis
Da OG told me
Boy, she just anotha fish
But she aint bitin yo bait/
So don't be trippin *****
If she ain't fighting dont say/
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC
I pay my ***** 4 quartas
To sit in the corner
And make sure
I'm safe while I rage
In a game with torture
And gore
No need to be afraid
Of horror anymore
My ****** got my back
And a pocket full of quarters
May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 3:05 PM UTC