"lambo" poems
AOK: Mathematics
By Rohan Baishya
Now listen up y'all imma give y'all a lecture
About how my intuition led to some dope conjectures.
But to verify these knowledge claims I'll need a proof,
No need to worry though, my logic's up through the roof.
I'll steal yo girl with my geometric paradigms.
Not to mention my bank balance is on a sharp incline.
Imma use derivatives to find the slope of that *****
Euclid used geometry, what a big loony.
Now Pythagoras used deduction to find the sides of triangles,
Now I can use induction to find the curves of this fine-angle.
So listen up homie, you're a bore with your empiricism;
I can explain everything with this dank rationalism.
Now math ain't 'bout using memory to cram some equations,
It's all about getting that intense sensation
of using reason to season your supported argument
but sometimes to calculate my Lambo's rent.
But now imma be busy with my new calculator via Fed-ex
So listen up girls, no *** until I solve for x
In conclusion, math is the secret to success
If you believe in the numbers you'll be relieving your stress.
Word
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
I wonder if you've noticed.
If you haven't
I would like to share with you
A little something:
I grew up with this idea
That someday I would grow up,
Have a girlfriend and get married.
I knew that I wanted children,
That I wanted a dog,
That we'd grow old in my house
And out in the driveway I'd have a Lambo
(I know, crazy, right?)
What I didn't know
Was how I was going to get there.
I didn't know that it wasn't that easy
And that, more than once,
I'd be hit with disappointment.
Not disappointed because I fell in love
And had my heart broken
(More than just a several amount of times)
But because I stepped out
Further and further from this utopia
I had set out for myself.
I learned, more than once,
That everyone had their own little story,
Everyone had their own little blueprint,
And not everyone was interested
In what I wanted.
I heard:
It's too early for you to think of those things,
Enjoy life and use all your energy on other things.
And I did.
I started drawing, started playing soccer,
I started writing poetry, and put music to my poems.
I started playing the guitar, I started singing,
I started to use my energy on "other things."
But the more I think about it
And the more I read about it
I was really just using those things
For my own story.
And that's the issue you should know about me
That's my so called "problem"
And the reason why you probably won't like me.
I lose sight of what's in front of me,
Chasing after what's ahead of me.
I forget the present and focus on the future,
And I fail to realize that you too
Have had to have
Some getting used to.
I don't know the secret
To a perfect relationship
Nor do I think I, as a person, am close to perfect.
And I know that you're not,
And I know you have your own faults and wants,
Your own needs,
And we're all a little selfish from time to time.
But here's the secret,
Here's the kicker,
The catch to my whole speech here:
I have tried to toss
All of my personal feelings aside,
I have tried to put my plans on hold
And fix myself onto the ground.
I've learned that that's how things often go
And it's not that I'm giving up on my plans
I just know that I want to be a part
Of your plans, and you of mine
Because I know that my plans
Could intertwine into your plans
And yours into mine
(That's what I hope anyway)
And if your plans and mine
All become one
Then I will have changed my blueprint,
And I will know the map.
I won't know the ending,
But I will know,
When I get there,
That I tried -
And for the first time,
In a long time,
I didn't give up.
May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
You can give me all the luxuries
The world can offer
This don't impress me much
You can give me green paper
And a house with a pool too
Big deal, it ain't impress me much
How about a Lambo with a twin turbo engine?
That still doesn't stand
If you give me King Henry
Big deal, that impress me a lot.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
Sitting in my red Lambo
the wind breathing down our backs like a perve
I look to my right after working up the nerve
She's sipping that malt like nobody's business
Her hellcat smile barely containing a playful tongue
Funny, I never thought I'd be jealous of a straw
My Ray Bans refract the setting Sun's spit onto her shades
We play tag with it before tossing the light through the windshield
Doctor Dusk gave us the full dosage
The tires grind on the gravel of our asphalt Neverland
I Peter Panic when she sheds her masquerade
She's got stunning mocha eyes frosted with truthful lies
I see her spirit phasing into my chest
A pair of luscious lips giving my heart a crimson kiss
She tells me I carry the scent of leather and sorrow on my sin
On hers, I discern daddy issues and untapped sin
The girl's as broken as I am
Sure, I might occasionally be smarmy and sick
by no means, though, a consistent ****
Her giggles wash all the bad days away
so my Lucifer impressions melts her ears with a
"Baby, wanna play?"
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
Your washy grey eyes only meet mine sometimes
when you’re being really serious.
On days when you laugh we talk about how
when we’re old and rich, I’ll buy you a green
Lambo and you’ll buy me a red one.
Or, how one day you’ll be president.
I try my hardest to make you smile on days like these
they don’t come very often anymore
your cheeks are hollowed deeper
whispered to me late at night about that needle
because you trust me for some reason
you have decided I’m the one you will trust
and I think that’s why I try so hard to make you smile
on days when you laugh.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 10:35 PM UTC
Liberty's way out of our control
Checking the pass for every person
Why don't you sit down and listen?
Call all the cops and surround my house
Keys to your success are in my pocket
Money up in a building robbed again
What is the best weaponry in your country?
Levels we reach, we never step back
You shoot the unarmed so technically
Amazing twists in the media, I hear
I say what I hear, so don't judge me
Can you believe my parents scolded me?
Luckily I have the doughs, they key low
I'm drive a lambo, they live in bamboo
I found a charity fund, I raised a lot
A lot to see if the people love and follow me
I don't feel greedy, coz I feed the needy
I see what's good, what's bad and evil
So look at your face, hater I'll spit
F out of the yard, you'll be hit by my guard
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
In another land, not far from here.
In another land that I hold near,
to my heart; Exists in my mind.
I can see it when I close my eyes.
For when I start to dream:
my mind, truly begins to gleam.
I have skydived with Rock stars.
I have visited the brightest stars.
I have ****** super models.
I have driven my lambo full throttle!
In this land I am really home.
I can experience anything;
while laying on my throne.
When I am dreaming I can rome.
When I am dreaming I am home.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
I herd these sheep in the silence of the lambo
I process trees into paper, smokin' ammo
A solo man on a mission like I'm rambo
Ernst and Young's got my ***** laundry handled.
I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As the crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
Yea, rest in peace
You heard me twice, I didn't blink
Counting sheep
Your contract's ceased, I signed the ink
Time to sleep
I raise a glass to have a drink
I kissed your cheek
Rats don't have time to think.
I can tell you ride high
In Telluride skies
As a crow flies
From a perch with wide eyes
Pour out a fifth of Bacardi
When you're surrounded by lies
Flush them out like John Gotti
Ice picks their demise.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
Miles Joseph Saunders
A friend, an idol, a brother
This guy was like no other
I swear this guy wasn’t human
A stranger? He knew none
Everyone he met he loved
Even in basketball he shoved
His way to the front and on top
Persistent, he never did stop
He would love you and hug you
Even if he didn’t know you
He welcomed everyone in with a warm heart
When I heard the news it tore my heart apart
17 years young and gone with one bullet
He always told me live life to the fullest
You never know when it’s time to go
Feels like yesterday even tho it was ages ago
I just wish i could die to come and see you
Nowadays everyone is fake it’s sickening
And now I’m thinking back to the beginning
The first day we met and hung out
I knew we would be good friends no doubt
I loved every day we spent at Goshen
Now im lyin down in an ocean
Of my own tears filled with sadness
But I think of you and smile of happiness
I sit here and think about the good times
Like the night we stayed up before Florida
When everyone tried their best to ignore ya
When we played 2k and pulled some pranks
When we joked about robbing banks
Thinking of you now just brings pain
Tears fall all day long like the rain
But I know I should be happy
Because being sad is ******
And I know you wouldn’t want that
**** it up like you did in combat
Never let anyone see me cry
Miles, you better fly high
Without you it’s so hard
I ******* miss you ******
Every move you made was for the good
I could tell just by the way you stood
You would never back down
You were the toughest guy in town
I’m sitting here thinking you’re still here
The thought of you gone isn’t clear
Like how is someone so great
Gone the very next day
Got me in dismay
Pray to you my life to take
Wish the news was fake
Scratching my heart with a rake
Visiting your grave ******* hurts
Heart feeling like I need a nurse
A lambo you should’ve pulled off in
Couldn’t even bring myself to your coffin
I didn’t want that to be my last memory
Didn’t want that to be the end of our history
Last time I saw you, you were thriving
With positive energy, **** was exhausting
I’m so glad we were friends, you and me
But now I’m the one saying, Rest In Peace.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 2:04 AM UTC
Got designer belt it’s black Ferragamo
And I’m still reminiscin from the time I said “la amo”
And everytime they come around me I am sayin “Vamos"
I Glowed up and I showed up while skrrting in a lambo
Fake friends they pull up and I still callem fammo
97 cents a sale profits going down low
Player with a victim mindset they wanna know mo
Actin like a guru played the shordy feeling down low
Played the game got brain and I prayed holy Trinity
Muhfucas denying my only abilities
Start a business then, deny its feasibility
Turn 18 then, deny my credibility
My life like the stocks, detached from reality
Meet me seem blessed look closer insanity
A young dude who cares, only bout his vanity
Wanna blow up no boom just raise my personality
Date one just to leave one and hop to another
A lot of hearts gon break this whole **** summer
Feeling tired like I just got out of a slumber
Leave em in their feelings while they askin for my number
Wanna make money while biking down the humber
Wanna get a time machine to make my life funner
Wanna lose my weight, but I am not a runner
Can't trust nobody these days so money is my lover
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
Lord of the Rings,
pinning Kingpins
then Kinging-kings,
Mexi-can
and some can't
you stand a slump chance
peripheral vision, no glance
B-boy stance, more ***** than lance
I'll battle your whole camp,
blowing your speakers, Amp'd
revamped, and clamp't
now i'm stepping over you tramps,
those silly rants, got you stamp'd
for getting carried away-
u can't see my BARS- this ain't Saint Patrick's day.
ever since i started rapping this way,
ya'll flows start'n to look like paper mache
I made so much REAL, paper today, but
these Cheeseheads playing keep away, holding this Green Bay Packer at Bay, they ******* up the play, like a rain delay, feeling like putting the refs, to rest, for the rest of the day.Either way, my pocket's Fannie May, and the Lambo feel Cray, so like Sandro, they go pay, top dollar, no topay. I treat BARS and money the same way- up-up and away- so quick, you'd think I'm saving the day. But i'm no HERO, I dont swing that way. Villian on scene, looking for a fight. I Wonder Women- when they see, My D.C. then left Superman all ****** for acting tight. i guess that make me a Cript -tonight.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
acordo
noite, gritos, luzes
tambores outonais
levanto-me
sabor a mel, hidromel?
sinto-me sujo
penas, sangue
criaturas da noite
criaturas da solidão
acompanham-me, libertam-me
corro
clareira nua
dança nua
sinto-me corpóreo, etéreo
lambo-te
bebo do teu sangue,
as tuas lágrimas
fogueiras
sombras de deuses esquecidos
ritual
o coração pára,
desfaleço
sobre o teu olhar moribundo
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
From the ground is where I begun, living in the slums of the ghetto. Grew up on the tupac's and biggie's, hip-hop was the life, survival of the fittest was the only way you could live. Ya gun shots clacking bang bang, brothers gone, cousins gone, everybody lying down in this ****** town. Strange clouds puff puff, popping molly's doing them Ollie's on my skate board, young wild free this is how I be. Hard times, grinding in the clubs, drunk minds all doing things religious people deem evil. I said it all, I've done it all, there's not much left to do, yeah cause rolling with honnies in the lambo's gets so tiring after a while. Yeah i roll in the dough but yet I don't feel whole, left with just misery, all alone in a place that doesn't feel like my kind of home. Hard times to fame, to feeling lame, I don't know what I can do I just so bored mane.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC