"grippin" poems
kidz are smoking my songs, drinkin' and sniffin'
welcome to the trip-inn, where magic is grippin'
the tragic city, neon lights, neon lights, demon's nights
i'm all in, never ever falling, swirling frisky, like a frisbee
45 to 88, made myself a shake
beat like an earthquake, first take
crying for a remake, dying for a remake
1000 tons of cheesecake, beafsteakz
yummy yummy, my past was slummy
so, you find tizzop where the ice is
my lifestyle is priceless, priceless
i don't care, nobody is viceless
how could one dare to imitate this flair?
i don't say words, i shout "yeah yeah!"
ipod-white teeth, you stop to breathe
and now be good, baby, get on ya knees
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:29 PM UTC
A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING
I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING
A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP
THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST
A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING
I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING
A STREAK OF LIGHTNING BOLT BLISTERING THE EARTH
TREMBLING AND SHAKING LOOSE OF HELLS OWN HEARTH
MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING
BODY BRACED IS FORCING
SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS
KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS
FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS
THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL
GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS
I'M DRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD
I'M GRIPPIN' HARD
ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL
KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD
I'M GRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
SPITTIN' SPARKS
ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL
A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING
I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE DEMON INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING
A SCREAMING BULLET TEARS FROM HELLS OWN KEEP
THUNDER QUAKES OF LAUGHTER FROM THE BELLY OF THE BEAST
A BLACK DEVILS TONGUE ROLLS OUT BEFORE ME
HISSING, LICKING, FLAMING & SPITTING
I'M ON THE RUN FROM THE EVIL INSIDE ME
GRINDING WINDING CHURNING AND BURNING
THIS RUPTURED CHASM ERUPTS SPLINTERING THE HEAP
WILDFIRE SPITTING FROM INFERNAL DEEP
MUSCULAR SKELETAL CONTORTING
BODY BRACED IS FORCING
SPITTIN SPARKS GRINDIN' WHEELS
KICKIN' FAST AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS
FLIRTING WITH PSYCHOSIS
THIS MADNESS TAKES 'A' HOLD
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN A SPINNIN' WHEEL
GRINDIN' SPARKS AT THE DEVIL'S HEELS
I'M DRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD
I'M GRIPPIN' HARD
ON A SPINNIN' WHEEL
KNUCKLES WHITE ICY COLD
I'M GRIPPIN' WET
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES MY SOUL
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
SPITTIN' SPARKS
ON THE DEVIL'S HEELS
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
MINDS BLEEDING
THIS MADNESS TAKES A HOLD
I'M DRIPPIN' SWEAT
GRIPPIN' A SPINNIN' WHEEL
WAITIN' FOR THE DEATH KNELL PEEL
THESE DARK WINGS
SPREAD OVER MY HORIZON
REIGN IN EVIL
REIGN IN FREEDOM
REIGN IN HELL
THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD
FLOWING TO THE FLOOD
THESE RIVERS RUN WITH BLOOD
FLOWING TO THE FLOOD
FROM THE GNASHING TEETH OF THE JAWS OF HELL
RASPING GASPING SEETHING AND BREATHING
MOVING FASTER THAN THE TOLL OF THAT FATEFUL BELL
WREAK CRAKE SHREIKS AND SHAKES THE HEATH
WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SLIDE
SLIPPERY SLOPE
LANDSCAPE
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND
WINDIN' DOWN THAT SLIPPERY SLOPE
LANDSLIDE
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND
WINDIN' DOWN THAT STEEP SIDE
SLIPPERY SLOPE
BLACK TRACKS
RACING
THROUGH
MY
MIND
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 8:19 AM UTC
Steady into the night:
Grippin but no set trippin,
Grippin but i aint whippin,
Limpin cuz its straight survival,
Graduated good but awaiting
My survival,
Arrival;
Poet of the nocturnal,
3rd degree burnin eternal,
Inferno fire of this life,
Made out the suffering
Now fighting for my life,
Strife on the daily,
Killin expectations thats why
They straight hate me,
Fate me, destiny on the bubble
Finding out life bringing
More struggle,
Trouble in deeper to the heart
Bringing out the gangster
And in the end Im back here at
The start.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
I'm the wind you feel on your skin,
The burn you're feeling within,
The hate engulfing your heart,
The pain that's making its mark,
Sparkin a flame in your brain while you sit in the dark,
Makin' its way to you, change or I'll rip you apart,
Tame it,
Quit complainin,
I'm stayin,
I'm the idea behind everything that you're sayin,
You think that you're free but you're mine,
I'm the evil inside deceiving your mind,
You keep thinking you're believing a lie,
But in time you'll see that I'll lead you to life,
Without me you'd be incomplete,
Face it, it's meant to be,
Take it, depend on me,
Everything you thought you knew,
Erase it and leave the rest to me,
Open the door to your mind and let us in,
You've been chosen to endure a new life you'll never comprehend,
So here we are,
I'm in your head,
And I'll be there until the end,
To whisper in your ear,
Grippin you with fear,
The shift in every gear,
The pain in every tear,
Your influence in movement,
Uninvited improvement,
To undermine you, intrudin',
Run inside you, confusin'-
I'm stuck in a mental loop,
Drink blood from the devil's spoon,
Breathe but need drugs to help it soothe,
Feel the need to speak up but don't know who to tell it to,
Listenin to whispers while it slithers in your thoughts,
See me pourin rivers cuz he hits you when he talks,
So here we are,
You're in my thoughts,
On and on it goes and never stops,
Blossom like a rose and birthed from death,
Crawl on burning coals, it hurts to sweat,
I'm caught in an endless fight,
Take my life in the breathless night,
Maybe I should repent this time,
Before I go completely blind,
Is it life or is it death?
Is there light in eternal rest?
All these questions feed my head,
Will I ever sleep again?
Why the **** do I need a test?
Life's just better when we pretend,
Cuz when it's not what it is,
Maybe I can deal with this ****** ****
It hurts to think,
These are more than just words to me,
Maybe we can learn through dreams and define the true feeling of what burning means,
You make death so appealing,
But then again it depends on the feeling,
Make me believe that this place is worth it,
So that I can fulfill my painful purpose,
You can never know too much-
So what's it gonna be?
Come with me,
I'll make you what you wanna be,
But nothins free,
You'll have to pay,
Let's make a trade,
I'll make it all go away-
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
I lay awake in bed holding my breath
grippin the sheets feeling close to death
Dreamin a world without you will have me feeling helpless and worthless less of a human being.
You make me better
I wish I known you sooner, I woulda never had let you get hurt,
having ya feelings growin in dirt,
like other losers.
on my knees tellin beggers cant be choosers,
on my knees with a promise ring tellin at least my love wont bruise ya.
Cause people took you for granted,
but no longer will you need a fistt,
all will you need is your lips cause ima have your hand in something to be,
future maybe?? Have another baby?
its crazy but thats life, when you pushin up daisy.
Mamita im lazy,
but my heart is not, it stands on two feet while holding its own just like you baby, it wants you as its crown.
So you can be held on top.
On top of my world and on my mind,
cause thats where you are in reality almost all the time.
Pardon my feelings that grow ahead of time, pass the ceilin thats just life on a heart monitor,
always on a thin line, cause you take my breath away , barly breathin.
So dont mind my-
my sweet Dear, i only fear for for my heart to be taken or mistaken for something its not so I reveal my soul to you, cause thats all i got,
you on my mind alot and i think?
see I cant stop!
I dont know why? Ima hot head , with you in my mind im hot
in the skys like a star that been shot,
and the heat is commin,the hots for you have me burnin,
and im alil concernin i hope im not being played cause then from this will, you defeat its purpose, and ima be back at square one again,
feeling worthless,
i open my self ahead of time,
so i pull open the close curtains so,
you can see thru my eyes in time you will know for certain,
that i am the realist! but i am not all perfect,
im just ahead of the curve like script cursive.
By: Emmmanuel jv Hernandez
7/6/13
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
You wanna walk with me
Through valleys
And forests and deserts
and hell at sunset
Feet achin’ ****** swollen
Stairways don’t have anything on us
That loosely linked ladder that leads to heaven
Rungs that won’t catch or stop the swelling
Can’t prevent these hands from grippin the firmament
I’ll plant my roots so deep I **** up the foundation
So those gates better open
Because being a good person stopped
The moment you stopped caring
We need more than a miracle ************
We need the end all be all moment of clarity
Where we finally understand that we can be held accountable for the
decisions we make
Phones aren’t filters
Cameras aren’t just methods of documentation
Reasons to hide than fight
You’re not ready to buckle by the realization of purpose
Not ready to save a life
Not even your own
So don’t act like nothing is your fault
Because
Everything is your fault
Including this poem
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 12:40 PM UTC
I have to let you go
Although it hurts me so
You moved on
You've been long gone
I just wanted to be the face that made your eyes light up
I just didn't want to lose my luck
Or you
Now what do I do?
You said goodbye
I'm holding a lie
Goodbye, goodbye
Those words come with a price that's high
I can't afford it
But I can't live just grippin the price tag
I have to pay, even if the payoff makes me lose my breath&gag;
I just need to hate you
So that's what I'll do
Then the words will just come out
The bill paid. No more "what about..."
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
There's a demon there
trick'lin down,
trippin' me
and grippin' down.
Think he's under the stairs, now
hidin' down there,
spitin' me,
and bitin' down, there.
So I just sit up top,
tearin' my hair out,
he's scarin' me down there,
I can feel him starin' me down.
Bet he won't just up and go away,
guess I've plumb forgot how to pray,
plus we far from heaven here,
So...
...I bet he stay.
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 9:44 AM UTC
Wassup
Fluid moving
The dope game on hold nor I'm doing
School got me drooling
Took a break from lucy, wasn't funny like Louis
That focus got me back to grippin' the pencil
Working my mental
Normally numbers don't mean much to me unless the faces are green like what a vegan be eatin'
Lint rolling these ******* off my "Off The Wall"
Not looking unless she drops the weight off my jaw
No time for mascara
Clean faces my preference
Attraction an eye glance
No sentence
Branded linens is just an extra
Time worthy if she with it without Vera
No need for attention from others so why bother venting to ears that don't listen and dismiss it, like talking to air and waiting for comfort
Faced imaginary bullies in a duly, was never a runner
Fell out in the Summer due to the blotters
Moving away from irrelevants, cause time don't rewind so deleting some lines like massaging my vibe
Allergic to being second
Mindless moves
Intentions of a legend? Not really, I'm not J Lennon
Slowing things down without THC
The use is useless to me
Moon walking around triple D
Confusion leading to solutions of gun shot melodies
Is that the answer caused by envying the enemy?
I've made peace to a disease that didn't even exist
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
I fall in love with my ideas at night
Call upon smiles and tears my of life
Its all ups and downs, lefts and rights
Grippin' this beer doesn't helps me keep up the fight
I sever my truths and lies,
So no need to use a disguise, but some will never know who and who's not on their side,
It's A Matrix type surprise
You'd think so much expierence
Would leave me fearless, but the world is deaf and nobody hears this
Drip, drip, drop.
Is it blood or rain, no one can explain their plot
So I sing, sing, sing along cause it wont be long until I'm skippin rocks in a pond
Wishing I could light my own fires and drop my own bombs
Few can relate to the way my thoughts detonate so they try to separate reality from fiction with great debates
Makes me feel awkward as **** like I been stuffed in a locker and im stuck, but I could shift this **** if I just had a proper clucth
So...good luck... tryin to relate mother ****** i got more miles on me than interstate truckers
I help the devil sell dreams to crippled human beings that know what it means
To need to feed cause we feign to bleed
On my nightstand lie a couple of things, 2 sticks of lung disease, 1 magazine and 1 pic of a dead human being
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 4:07 AM UTC
**I'm the wind you feel on your skin,
The burn your feelin within,
The hate engulfing your heart,
The pain making its mark,
Sparkin a flame in your brain,
As you sit in the dark,
Makin its way to you,
CHANGE,
Or I'll rip you apart,
Tame it,
Quit complainin,
I'm stayin,
I'm the idea behind everything that you're sayin,
You think that you're free,
But you're mine,
I'm the evil inside deceiving your mind,
You keep thinking you're believing a lie,
But in time,
You'll see that I'll lead you to life,
Without me you'd be incomplete,
Face it,
It's meant to be,
Just take it,
And depend on me,
Everything you thought you knew,
Erase it,
And leave the rest to me,
Open the door to your mind and let me in,
You've been chosen to endure a new life you'll never comprehend,
So here we are,
I'm in your head,
And I'll be there until the end,
To whisper in your ear,
Grippin you with fear,
The shift in every gear,
The pain in every tear,
Your influence in movement,
Uninvited improvement,
To undermine you, intrudin',
To run inside you, confusin'
TO BE YOUR ****** EVERYTHING-**
-
I'm stuck in a mental loop,
Drink blood from the devil's spoon,
Breathe but need drugs to help it soothe,
Feel the need to speak up,
But dont know who to tell it to,
Listenin to whispers while it slithers in your thoughts,
See me pourin rivers cuz he hits you when he talks,
So here we are,
You're in my thoughts,
On and on it goes and never stops,
Blossomed like a rose,
And birthed from death,
Crawled on burning coals,
It hurts to sweat,
I'm caught in an endless fight,
Take my life in the breathless night,
Maybe I should repent this time,
Before I go completely blind,
Is it life or is it death?
Is there light in eternal rest?
All these questions feed my head,
Will I ever sleep again?
Why the **** do I need a test?
Life's just better when we pretend,
Cuz when it's not what it is,
Maybe I can deal with this ****** ****
It hurts to think,
These are more than just words to me,
Maybe we can learn through dreams,
And define the true feeling of what burning means,
You make death so appealing,
But then again it depends on the feeling,
Make me believe that this place is worth it,
So that I can fulfill my painful purpose,
**YOU CAN NEVER KNOW TO MUCH-
So whats it gonna be?
COME WITH ME,
I'll make you what you want to be,
But nothins free,
You'll have to pay,
Lets make a trade,
I'll make it all
Go away-**
HED TRAMA™
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
time-slide
straight trippin
thumbprint,
wood-grain grippin
candy paint
eyeliner d r i p p i n
Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 8:19 PM UTC
Boom boom boom the hour is past midnight
My heart is grippin' lonesome an' oh so tight
I never forgot the weight she did give me
She put me in place and told me just how to be
At long last her picture has gone from my shelf
And I've dug a couple more holes in my raggedy belt
Food is gettin' short and my cooking ain't gettin' better
My cap is tattered and the wind took her favorite feather
I lost her on a northern road where the stars lit our way
We both could smell the salt drifting off that silent bay
Crows stood poised as coyotes yelped and whine
Now I'm sitting here lonesome still smelling the wet pine
Can you hear me my lady on this damp and dark night?
Can you you see me lady?, the fog outside is tight
Every night I wish you're knockin' on my splintered lonesome door
Dear baby I need your touch but right now it feels like lore
I sit here tonight with the light of a wicker candle flame
A soul that is weary and a body that's close to hang
My bed is broken with no sound of a beating heart
The night is lifting here but the stars still look dark
Aug 19, 2011
Aug 19, 2011 at 12:42 AM UTC
Smile like a killer
The trials of a sinner
Now its our winter
Cold lifeless fingers
Grippin heart pixels
Giving art wrinkles
Lets try too be civil
Always stuck in the middle
Hoping youll get it
Im fealing pathetic
My heart is infected
And i know u wont let it
Die if you hold it
Im just trying too own it
Paper heart folded
Razorsharp moments
If u want it set in stone
I wont let u go
my head is full
Of impulsive dead pulse miracles
Unethical letting you get the tools
Needed for the best of you
Lets improve set the mood just dont get confused in solitude
This is what i wanted from you
And needed ill repeated or keep it a secret just know your my weakness my princess not leaving
Ever withought being together i fell for u and i can tell that you fell for me all the way down
Ill let emotions tell the story now
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
This unholy libidinal gratification that we share;
lips of ours, interlocked,
strands of hairs, intertwined,
warm, shortened breaths, exchanged,
subtle moans sang; like songs of siren---
made me lock your head with these thighs,
as I squirm in ecstasy of pleasure,
while grippin' the sheet tightly,
ready to embark on another arousing journey.
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC
Gather round people I got a story to tell
Call me a romantic but I like to dwell
Dwell on the past & loves that are lost
And sacrifices made at a great cost
There's a darkness in this world that makes it a lonely place
You get blood on your hands and dirt upon your face
It's a bust and it's a beat up but we'll push right on through
Cause baby all I'm ever gunna need is you
Our love will see us through those long winter nights
Grippin each other tight till the morning light
The grimnesses of this would will not see so bad
Because I've got you and for that I'll always be glad
You telling me you're pregnant I'm over joyed
We've got ourselves a darling young boy
Our new lives can finally start
Our beautiful family will never be apart
We moved from the city to the countryside
Our son graduated college oh what a sense of pride
It's a time I remember well my dear
The world seemed glorious and without any fear
But I remember walking with you through those hospital doors
Wonderin what life's worth livin for
To see you get taken so cruelly from me
But from your cursed burden finally set free
In the dark and lonely hours you'll be at my side
Not there in person but you'll always be my bride
There is just one question I got to know
How am I gunna make it though without you??
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
I'm not addicted,
liquor's just the fittest liquid
to sift through the litany
of **** my mind whips
into existence.
Aids in grippin
the intricate specifics
among twisted images
that slip from
simply cryptic to mystic.
It's not *********
just simple statistics,
the rhyming gets better
when drinkings prolific.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
Cryin my eyes out, hurting
Grippin my pillow, lonely
Long, cold nights, unworthy
Lonely dark corners, safeplace
Missing that connection, broken
Thousands of thoughts channelling in my head, restless
Holding myself in unbalance, fearing
I’m me,
Expect I’m not, I’m not the thing I see in the mirror
I’m cold, dark, empty, a lost boy
Please find me
Before the real me is… gone
Love and hold me, don’t break this fragile soul,
I’m one in 7 billion, don’t lose me.
Please don’t abuse or misuse.
I’m cold and empty today,
And I’m just hoping you will stay.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
Never a surer grasp
With her it's all flow,
No pistol whippin'
Just steering wheel grippin'
Flying high
Looking at the world below,
Even if the end is nigh
Always say hello
Loosen the clasp
On time,
Though my path
Is straight and true
I'd deviate
From discourse
Just for you,
No reason or rhyme
Or logical math,
Where we gravitate
There's no need for roads
Just bring your own source
Of happiness to the plate,
At the door leave the hate
Come on in the ambiance is fine
Don't mind the hearts on the clothes line...
APAD16 - 001 © okpoet
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
Bo Boggs sat on a Pappy Crush Soda crate, smokin' a roach in a graveyard. The headstone read " Here lies Pinnochio Earle... Face Up. Take Care Where You Sit. " . Bo could see the Landry hog farm, over the tombstone and his mind was fishing for some cosmic corollary as he stared into Space grippin' a cold one. The summer breeze came at Summer's End, bringing with it, a hint of Fall, and far off barbeque. Bo Boggs sat on a Pappy Crush Soda crate in the bossom of a garden of stone. listening to Bluebirds forget the music they had never rehearsed in the first place. And he almost laughed.
Then he wrote that down.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
Hold up hold up
I see the world corrupt
Since
I took a sip of the potion
I gotta swole up
Mobs like Luciano
Sound the instrumental
Watch the vocals turn detrimental
Servin' peens
Lyrically dumpin'
Out my magazine
You who I be
Straight wizardy
Fools thought i was soft
But I was taught
Combat so now I sinbad
Chased afta things
I never had
I scarfaces like Brad feel the brass
If you wanna be put on
Your ***
The world is mine.....
The world is mine suckas
Rack up
My crew be thick don't slack up
The world is mine
Dollaz stack up
So check yoself
Before ya wacked up
Yosef the don
The only one
Puttin' suckas through pun
And stun
Any poems
I'm so deep you'll love em
They wanna keep me
Bound but I'm above em
Drowning competitions
So I shove em
Out the scene
Puffin nature's green
Still wear guess baggy jeans
I'm old school ghetto as
Rallo
Many claim leadership
But they just follow
Others after creeds
I been a soldier
So I know when ******** feeds
Greeds
Made from a ***** deeds
Romance without finance
Is a slim chance
Its stuck in a fire with the devils dance
Fools out with open hands
Reeady take a reprimand
But I stand strong even grippin'
The slim
Knockin out flakes the world is mine
The world is mine.....
The world is mine suckas
Rack up
My crew be thick don't slack up
The world is mine
Dollaz stack up
So check yoself
Before ya wacked up
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Back again it's Yosef
The magnificent
Rhymes independent all others
Dependant
While im closin' pennant my heart's in it
Lay more chaos than the Senate
From the land of Kemet
I see folks lookin' like me a super G
Vogues lookin' lovely on the
Caddy
Smokin' trees to reach higher degrees
My subconscious teases keep foes on they knees
Beggin' in pleas but won't get no mercy from me
See the skills I unleash true beast
Mob style Genovese
My death date set to release cuz my contract
With life was breached and teach all the dead souls
Takin' a toll this life ain't nothing but
A dream
Til the death angel sings I'm keep
Ya heads in ring
Rippin' off crowns welcome to
Htown
Where we be grippin' iron by
The pound
Slow up sound deffin' all haters
That come around
So nigggaz be prepared to
bow down....
Feelin' like Rocky so come fly
Now
So go ahead and take a bow as
I vow
My skills to this game **** shame
See the flame from the enemies I
Tamed
Breakin' all barriers and domain sniff *******
Til my thoughts grow sane
Labelled insane
Cuz I refuse to dance and take a
Stance
On a fake reality I'm an immortal
Make portals
Once I spin my vocals since I was an embryo
Earth was never a place I wanted to go sippin' syrup
Slow
Since hells below and heaven strains continue
To grow
I'm talkin' about seeds that go and
Glow
My brain cells if all else fails I'll see jail
My raps never a fairytale as I sail
Like Gail
Knockin' fools off trail choke em
Like Sprewell
Now I see you ain't living well ya going stale
Stiffin' up bodies when we come
Around
So ya fools know drizzill so bow
Down
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Indiscernible language orations
A prayer
Almost palpable now
In the air
Is it fear
Of a God
That compels their devotion
The spoken word utterance
Faithful awoken
With all of the vehement
Furor of man
Dispossessed of his land
Grippin’ tight to his chest
A pulled pin full of sin
Intifada Quran
Understanding his place
In the maker’s good graces
Mistaken intentional flawless
Creation
My ritual suicide serpent
Salvation
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC