Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
A Lopez Sep 2015
good morning little daughter
good morning mother earth.
Good morning city water.
I will swig your hissing turf.
Good morning shade of grey
start the page
a better way.
Good morning
morning.
And a good morning from my ballerina.
A sweet morning for a grown
and young latina.
Karina Apr 2014
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me
But it won’t reveal my inner mystery
My hair means young, it means wild, it means free.

My Latina nature sometimes precedes my personality
People try to tell me who I am and they whisper, “I bet she…”
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me

He says, “I know about you Latin girls…” but the only one who can enlighten me about me, is me.
To them I’m nothing more than another Jenny from the Block, but I’m not here to entertain you, let me educate you
My hair means young, it means wild, it means free.

My curls exude confidence, beauty, and *** appeal; they keep secrets, create dreams, and remind me how bright I expect my future to be
My hair does define me. But not as you define it, as I do. I am everything I believe my hair means
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me

Latinas are fierce, they are fire, and they are dangerous. Maybe we’re that way because you won’t let us be.
Can I just be me? Why do I have to be the person you want me to be?
My hair means young, it means wild, it means free.

I’m tired of society’s shackles, so I ignore what society expects me to be
I love my curls, I love them when they’re frizzy, unkempt, and unruly. My curls are me.
My curls are everything you wish you knew about me
My hair means young, it means wild, it means free.
~Karina
M'thew Nov 2013
All the Latinas are sitting together.
All of the Asians are sitting together.
All of the Middle Easterns are sitting together.
The whites are everywhere in the room.

I am sitting next to the Latinas, Behind the Middle Easterns and in front of a black dude.

A Puerto Rican  is wearing a hat saying "Reckless".

I am wearing a hat saying, "Cape Cod".
     I am in the middle of the room.

5 blondes are clumped together...
                                                           ...no hats

We are all learning about ****** inheritance of different physical traits.

*** caused all of this.
he
him, miralo
he has nothing special
he gets lost among crowds

she
her, mirala
she swears we're beyond racism
sexism, citizenism, heterosexism
classism,
and many other isms

they have something in common...

they think they're free
which is very different to
they think (therefore) they're free

because indoctrination has  infected their thoughts
they call themselves patriots as they proudly wear the american flag
on small pins
they even have a yellow "support our troops" sticker on their bumper

i'm telling you
she thinks she's free:
mrs. successful latina
"embraced" by america's corporate world
she "broke through" the glass ceiling
(then sealed it again)
no... other latinas would be too much of a competition
they need to have their own merits
have it as hard as she had it

she feels good about being tokenized
she's glad that "America" gave her such opportunities
"Why her?" out of so many others
she's so lucky
so why bother
**** the rest
as long as "she's free"

He thinks he's free:
"What's with this feminist *******" he says
he raises his fist
but not in an empowering way
instead
he threatens to land it on a woman's face
"that's what she gets
for trying to be a man"

They think they're free
"we're over homophobia
they're just isolated cases of intolerance..."
"i mean as long as you go about your business
and don't bother no body
i mean
don't preach it to everyone
don't show it
don't say it
you're free to be who you are
but just hide it...
why do you want to get married?
it doesn't make sense
i mean it might only be a phase..."

we think we're free
"we do the jobs no body else wants
this is not our country you know,
we need to follow the rules,
be good citizens,
don't ask for too much,
make sure we don't make them uncomfortable,
keep the status quo,
stop...they're starring...
we should wait...
let them set the rules"

today:
they think they're free
but one day
they'll think
and therefore
they will be truly free...

xtp

los angeles, march 3 2008
Ray Suarez Dec 2015
I can always hear them in there laughing,talking,living.
There must be
3 of them living in that
Small studio apartment.
Their room always smells of
Incense, pizza,marijuana.
I've seen them in the halls
19 year old latinas.
And where should my love belong now?
It is much too dangerous
For a man of 24 to have read
Sartre,Celine,Hamsun.
Ya know,
I often fantasize
About 35 year old women.
Although I have met a lot of
35 year old women
That don't know
****.
Where should my love belong?
Probably exactly where it is now.
But I hope
Not.
Brian Downs Jan 2014
pouring out the cold coffee
but the bitter taste is in my mouth
got some coffee for your nose hole
heres a little, try it out
perks you up a little bit
give it a sec, it slows you down
got you flying high
but now its cold so we're flying south.
Down to El Paso
where the coffees made with stronger beans
skinny young Latinas
rubbing coca powder on their teeth
so obscene
follow me for some color green
headed out to west
see if we can score some cali trees
go to sleep
waking up, kinda feeling phony
need a pick-me-up
we're headed home but we take it slowly.
now
now we're back to the land again
couldn't help but wonder
about these little pills he's handing them
ill try a couple
nah, **** it! Thirteen
rolling harder than a caddy with the brakes cut clean.
but I'm losing it
we were cruising without choosing it
got nailed down to the inverted crucifix
who is this?
that seems to have me by the scruff
If you're looking for a ride
you're gonna get picked up
Mientras Juárez indomable
Va a los desiertos del Paso
A defender su bandera,
Firme como un espartano;
En Méjico, sostenido
Por el invasor extraño
Se erige un trono y le ocupa,
Más que ambicioso, engañado,
Un ilustre descendiente
Del más grande de los Carlos.

Joven, soñador y apuesto
Asciende a lugar tan alto,
Sin ver que a lo lejos flota
El pendón republicano,
Y sin recordar que el pueblo
Por quien, se sueña llamado,
En otro tiempo a un monarca
Lanzó del trono al cadalso

Recibiéronle animosos
Los que el cetro le entregaron,
Y al entrar por nuestras calles
Fue tan grande el entusiasmo
Que del nuevo rey los ojos
No pudieron, deslumbrados,
Mirar que las bayonetas
Que lo estaban custodiando
Eran de extranjeras tropas
Capaces de abandonarlo
Joven príncipe, ¿a qué vienes
¿Por qué dejas tu palacio
En medio de las azules
Ondas del Mediterráneo
Como un nido de gaviotas
Sobre un peñón solitario?

Este cielo azul no es tuyo,
No son tuyos estos lagos,
Ni estos sabinos del bosque
Que de viejos están canos.

Nada es tuyo, nada entiende
Tu acento, nada ha guardado
Cenizas de tus mayores
Que en otras tierras brillaron.

Tu sangre azul no es la sangre
De Cuauhtemoc ni de Hidalgo;
Cuanto te cerca es ajeno,
Cuanto te vela es extraño.

Príncipe noble ¿a qué vienes?
¿Por qué dejas tu palacio
Y aquellas ondas azules
De tu hermoso mar Adriático?

En medio de las tormentas
Que se alzarán a tu paso,
Cuando pronto te abandonen
Los que te están custodiando,
Hallarás como consuelo.
Como abrigo, como amparo,
La firmeza y el arrojo
Del soldado mejicano
Que cumple con su bandera
Satisfecho y resignado.

¡Torna príncipe al castillo
Donde viviste soñando,
Que por las gradas de un trono
Subir se puede a un cadalso!
Con inusitada pompa
En el ya imperial palacio
Se celebran los natales
Del reciente soberano.

Ya las guardias palatinas
De uniformes encarnados
Apuestos forman la valla
Luciendo adargas y cascos.

Ministros y chambelanes,
Consejeros y vasallos,
Ostentan con arrogancia
Sus pechos condecorados.

El salón de embajadores
Por su lujo aristocrático,
Recuerda a los que lo miran
De antiguos tiempos el fausto.

De pronto, por todas partes
Se extiende un rumor extraño
Y es que las gradas del trono
El Archiduque ha pisado.

Diversas clases sociales
Deben de felicitarlo
Y ya están los oradores
Por cada clase nombrados.

Un jurisconsulto experto,
Elocuente, pulcro y sabio
Es de la magistratura
El representante nato.

Le toca el lugar primero,
Habla con acento claro,
Con respeto se le escucha,
Se le mira con agrado,
Y estudio y saber revela
Cada frase de sus labios.

Su discurso no fue breve,
Su estilo elegante y franco
Y al acabar dijo alguno:
¡Bien por Lares! anhelando
Aplaudirlo, sin hacerlo
Por respeto al soberano.

Con elegancia vestido
Al clero representando
Se acercó un obispo al trono
Y dijo un discurso largo,
Lleno de notas y citas
Latinas, propias del caso.

Era el orador de fama
Por su elocuencia y su rango,
Célebre en aquellos tiempos
Entre oradores sagrados.

«No estuvo corto Ormachea»
Dijo después de escucharlo
Alguno a quien ya cansaba
La severidad del acto.

Nuevo rumor se produjo
Después en aquellos ámbitos
Al ver que al trono llegaba
A paso lento un soldado
De cabellos y ojos negros,
Tez cobriza, aspecto huraño,
Descendiente de las razas
Que en Anáhuac habitaron
Antes de que la conquista
Empobreciera a sus vástagos.

¡Formaba contraste brusco
La oscura tez del soldado
Con la tez brillante y blanca
Del Archiduque germano!

Quedó el indígena absorto,
Meditabundo y cortado,
Sin articular palabra,
La frente y los ojos bajos.

¿Quién es? preguntó un curioso
Y le respondió un anciano:
Se llama Tomás Mejía,
Y es general reaccionario:
Viene a hablar por el ejército.
-¿Y él hizo el discurso?
                                  -Varios
Le escribieron y ninguno,
Según dicen, le ha gustado;
El que dirá lo habrá escrito
O Muñoz Ledo o Arango

-Escuchemos:
                      -Trascurrían
Unos minutos muy largos;
Mejía estaba en silencio
Todo tembloroso y pálido,
En silencio los presentes
Y en silencio el soberano.

De pronto ven con asombro
Que el indígena soldado,
Abriendo los negros ojos
Que brillaban animados,
Perora sin dar lectura
Al papel que está en sus manos

-«Majestad -calló un momento;
Majestad -siguió turbado
Majestad -yo no he aprendido
Lo que otros por mí pensaron,
Pero si usted lo que busca
Es un corazón honrado,
Que lo quiera, lo respete,
Lo defienda sin descanso
Y la sirva sin dobleces,
Sin interés, sin engaño,
Aquí está mi corazón,
Aquí están, señor, mis brazos
Y en las horas de peligro,
Si al peligro juntos vamos,
Lo juro por mi bandera,
Sabré morir a su lado».

Con lágrimas en los ojos,
Trémulo Maximiliano,
Las fórmulas de la corte
Por un instante olvidando,
Bajó del trono y al punto
Dio al General un abrazo,
Que aplaudieron los presentes
Con lágrimas de entusiasmo.
Cayó el Príncipe más tarde
Y con él cayó el soldado
Que le dijo esas palabras
Llenos los ojos de llanto.

A don Tomás le ofrecieron
Del patíbulo salvarlo
Y él respondió: «Solamente
Que salven al soberano».

Un general victorioso,
De gran poder y alto rango,
Que le estaba agradecido
Por algún hecho magnánimo,
Fue y le dijo: «Yo podría
Lograr veros indultado;
Os estimo y necesito
A toda costa salvaros.
¿Queréis que os salve? decidlo,
Que no me daré descanso
Hasta que al fin me concedan
Lo que para vos reclamo».

-«Sólo admitiré el indulto,
Respondió el indio soldado,
Si me viene juntamente,
Con el de Maximiliano».

-Me pedís un imposible.
-Pues me moriré a su lado.
-Pensad que tenéis familia.
-Tan sólo a Dios se la encargo.

-Soy capaz de protegeros
Si os resolvéis a fugaros.
-¿Yal Emperador? -No; nunca.
-Pues su misma suerte aguardo.

Y como lo sabe el mundo,
Juntos fueron al cadalso
Y así selló con su sangre
Lo que dijeron sus labios.
Luna Lynn Jan 2017
my hair is your obsession
because it's *****
it's curly
it's exotic
it's ethnic

i wrap it up because it's fallen out
and you call me aunt jemima
i wrap it up because it's damaged
and you call me carmen miranda

you taped a photo on my desk

how about i tape a photo to your desk?
compare you to every white person you remind me of
touch your hair every day and point out your split ends
your bald spots
your imperfections
and send you a photo of the whitest white woman
and say,
this is you;
you are her

your ignorance fascinates me and yet
i'm not allowed to say ****
i sit in my chair
and i let your micro aggressions build up
into volcanoes that make me want to erupt on
your fantasy island
where all white is all right
and all black is all nap
and latinas serve your tequilas

you always want to put your ******* fingers
where they don't belong
you believe your simple gestures are innocent
but you're wrong
(c) Maxwell 2017
Entre un bosque de mástiles,
y con sus muelles empavesados de camisas,
Chioggia
fondea en la laguna,
ensangrentada de crepúsculo
y de velas latinas.

¡Redes tendidas sobre calles musgosas... sin afeitar!
¡Aire que nos calafatea los pulmones, dejándonos un gusto
de alquitrán!

Mientras las mujeres
se gastan las pupilas
tejiendo puntillas de neblina,
desde el lomo de los puentes,
los chicos se zambullen
en la basura del canal.

¡Marineros con cutis de pasa de higo y como garfios los dedos
de los pies!
Marineros que remiendan las velas en los umbrales y se ciñen
con ella la cintura, como con una falda suntuosa y con olor
a mar.

Al atardecer, un olor a frituras agranda los estómagos,
mientras los zuecos comienzan a cantar...

Y de noche, la luna, al disgregarse en el canal, finge un
enjambre de peces plateados alrededor de una carnaza.
I wrote you a letter in Latin, 
But I couldn't read it. 
I admit, I thought the class
Was an easy credit. 
Not the phrases, but my nuance
Needing mending. 
Felt a lie, and I'm not so good
At pretending. 

You just couldn't see the hand
I was extending,
As into the wallpaper
I kept blending.
Perhaps it's my fault, since
I wore that shirt. 
Standing out's the quickest
Way to get hurt. 

But speaking from the diaphragm
I can bellow, 
And orate like some old dead
Roman fellow. 
Standing out and looking 
Like a plain fool
Reciting broken Latin 
Learned in high school. 

My only benediction is
The violence of my voice, 
To compensate the losses of
The silence of my choice
Standing naked 'fore the masses
Flawless Latin being read,
Without the slightest clue as to
What any of it said.

Then you looked at me with pain
In your dark brown eyes, 
When at last,  my folly 
You had realized. 
You said that, though my effort
Brought you much joy,
"Latinas don't speak Latin, 
My dear, dumb boy. "
Facepalm
Yeah I be from the south so watch ya mouth
Before you get duct taped ***** by deaths draps ya verses wack as Drake
To Meek Mills skills I drill til ya feel my flows oh so real slam ya with a force harder than Shaquille haters claim they real?
Til they see ya shine appeal then try to steal
Cuz they got no flows to spill so ya better chill
Before my guns raise and blaze leave you in a eternal daze pastors giving praise
As casket lays flesh soon decayed
As ya tooken away from the death angels that stayed
Preyed over ya body I be the Illuminati risin' kundalini hang with shorties who pack shotties quick to make dead bodies
It ain't nothing to a playa so stop bluffin' before you get a snuffin' htown roughin'
Up the bids put that on my kids look what I did?
Shook the game attached my hooks country as Garth Brooks still gettin' looks
From fine black latinas mamacita senoritas stickin' to my pita
bread cuz my **** lines red
Nothing but hardness instead style like Frank Lucas blowin' hookah with a stash of Buddha
Trap the game triangled like Bermuda
Death made from those I slayed this ain't no charades just a taste of my rap alcollade
Another haters throwin' shade I'll fade still leanin' sittin' sideways like them boys in the days
Sippin' purple lemonade with a fresh fade
......Mayne Htown holding crown knocking out clown you'll drown
With no water so don't try to slaughter *******



Southsia fo Lia Nia

While I'm sittin' clean I'm flickin' off hataz like Mr Bean autos aim for ya peen still stickin' for cream livin' out my dream
I'm biggie layin' sigils led to sequels street general turnin' hard rhymers minimals
Role with mobster criminals an animal guns eat though ya flesh like a cannibal true intellectual my flows phenomenal
I'll stretch ya Abdominals for the coroner down the spiritual corridors as the blackness pours
See me gold plated breast in armor coming to swarm ya
It's legion of demons plottin' & schemin' like Keenan
Ivory Wayne's I'm stuck into ya brains
With no syringe suckas pretend I don't get wins? Never seen L only when spit phrases like Big L pockets swell while I'll give heat hotter than Hell
Kin to Satan so that should tell I don't dwell
On goodness cuz in genesis I was kicked out and landed in Exodus
Into the underworld blessed by Osiris mother earth givin' me birth layin' words that hurt reverse the flirt now suckas layin' in dirt
Found later like a fossil this for a ***** name Fussell I see you loosin' muscle
Step into my arena my flows meaner I'll lock jaw ya harder than Hyena
From the guns that'll grease ya into a freezer
Ya body displayed  cuz you had to pay
Ya soul up ya living foul since you a problem child
I gave you a taste of my omen owls *****....
Yo turn me up something,
Nice,
I remember why, i wanted the ice,
Fly wrist,
Wanted to mock Chris,
The styles ludicrous,
Are you peeping this?,
Nah, i wanna be Liverachi,
And eat with wifey,
At the Habachi,
Come off clean, never sloppy,
Latinas called me papi,
Got my rocks off, sturdy,
See the cows herd me,
Until, i found my sanctity,
Throw off the ice,
Now im looking through the dice,
Snake eyes,
Everywhere, you try to enterprise, realize,
They want you, to struggle,
Gambles, of lifes shamble,
I play low like Elden Campbell,
Play ya ears,
To the dope, *** sample,
Ya might get trampled,
Beat stampede,
Let the knowledge bleed,
Over ya brain waves,
These days, like Nate Dogg,
Too many thirty eights,
Only cursing myself, to touch the gates,
Souls of spoils, in a wait,
Tryna get to heavenly fate,
But hells there as well,
Pick and tell,
Which will you chose,
As ya holy grail,
I just let the ship sail,
Over the oceans, sprays is potent,
Storms rumbling,
I see the earth trembling,
Once the stars, disappeared,
I sharped up my spear,
Of knowledge, sun kissed by the homage,
Of angels, in a strangle,
With the demons tryna tangle,
In every angle,
From the degrees now im free,
Now im screaming, **** society,
As taxes take a rise at thee,
Everybody come and join me,
We gonna be,
At the cemetery, one day one say,
A foot from the grave,
My souls on hold, waiting for the days of greys,
Challenge what pastors say,
Now he wanna curse me,
Like he, got the last say,
Carnal minded, so **** blinded,
No even the priest,
Could cosign it,
They know the books, the truth to life,
Yo son, i guard it with my life,
Ya only get, one take,
One move, to slip up,
On one mistake,
See how many, show up at ya wake,
Say they loved you, but when you alive, its only a few,
I stay,
True to this rhyme that i lay,
Now let the beautiful lady,
Voice say,
Step up to the club,
Like im the man,
Dennis Rodman, but no rebound man,
Yall others gotta take a stand,
Witness the band,
Neptunes, providin' the beat goons, makes for moonsoon,
Floodin' the rooms,
Once the lyrics boom,
Inside ya nostrils, like perfume,
Sweeped like a broom,
Hook got cha consumed,
Feel the dance that zooms,
Inside ya body,
****** shots, of adrenaline, front maids to middle men,
Throw ya chips in,
No need for clips in,
We get it crackin', smackin, critics who say wack we was then,
Bumpin, cadillac music
Country *******,
Still ridin' twinkies on the truck, press ya luck, make all haters duck,
These gooses showin' trueces,
Once my team infiltrate,
Y'all cant shoot us,


Now we know you aint about nothin,
Make ya jump more than Joe Budden,
On these rhymes, we stay cuttin,
Sound the percussion,
End of discussion,
Smoother than David Ruffin,
Critics stay bluffin,
Madel cuz we made somethin',
Out of nothin,
Now all of sudden, they see the charts smokin,
Once i was set on fire, respect the sire, referred to as the Messiah,
Messa similar to Telsa,
And i dare ya,
To step on this, track and field, let these words shield,
If eyes could ****,
Itll be lotta folks with no healz,
Put me in jail, and ill still bail,
Out with counterfit bills,
I Keeps it real, like flesh hots bullets of the steel,
My ambition tryna reach to a bill,
Without courts tryna get a steal,



Girls crowdin' around me,
Latinas call me papi,
Still sip the Brugal,
But never sloppy,
We call head toppy,
To the leechers, tryna copy,
My styles is incredible,
Non-edible,
You ***** pitiful, put it back to rehearsal,
Expose those, records labels payin' you, playin' you,
Im bout to gass you,
No lite for flames, rid of lames,
I climb higher,
Than Lebron James, make ya say again,
In the rain like Cain, gather ya ear drums in a sang,
Brains is clang, its clubber time, dropped in the rhyme,
Now its in the divine timeline, greatest beats, of all time,
Pinned like a sign,
Press play then rewind, as ya mind to speech, deeply inclined,
ConnectHook Apr 2023
Predatory in superficiality
Full of false dignity
Brimming with self
Loading my mind with puteríos
Esas vaginas vainas

Screaming for objectification
Parade before me:
Televised Americanized Latinas
Projecting pseudo-sexuality
Celebrating vanity:
Controladoras culonas
Dramatistas inseguras

Hyperdramatic gesticulations
From calculadoras dolarizadas
Dehumanizadas
Miami Syndrome: terminal stage
Stares out from their chrome-plated eyes
Calculating appearances.
PROMPT 26:
write a portrait poem that focuses on or plays
with the meaning of the subject’s name.
It's the ****** tape the same ****** you hate relate
Ice cube dramas latinas say como te llamas insomnia
Shoot the 9 skilled bananas stuffed inside pajamas
Catch a trip to the Bahamas I'm freaking Madonnas
World wide let my hand glide cut the vinyl from the slide
Of my wrist im dj ***** working **** crystals light
Seance dark night cadence with no hesitance
Persistent comes and goes foes only woes
To the unyielding bitterness that grows ya knows
How I get down more around than julie yours truly
Unruly with the toolie more choosy than the Isleys
Dont despise I'm tryna wife death and life separately  
But its bigamy poetry in motions sitting on the ocean
Coasting floating on top of **** sit in between heaven and hell
Dwell on my cursed shell sipping Ale that Bukowski sails
Never be boring bim bim bim watch for the golden gem
Capitalize machiavellian sacrifice never dead after life
It's the rebirth of the hidden girth now I know perks
Yeah I punished wicked souls out of the physical miracles
I whip kool and the gang got the boogies that bang
Hang of your cellular dials up no ring Tone face value alone
Triple six crucifix good and evil sequence defense
Three crosses tryna decide who's the biggest hawk is
Carcass ain't nothing preserved mud atoms of Adam
Sins of original man and women still cloaked off of the adrenaline. ....
Take a sip with the co-host,
Yo be yosef, chef and the ghost,
Smoking the most,
Dusty albums, no plays on the shelves, up the bass to twelve,
Decibels, feel the disciples,
Play with automatic rifles,
To haters, talking spiteful,
You so pitiful, suckas can't come off lyrical,
The conflicts crucials, can't dodge, the swords, blades of glory,
Eradicate ya ******, place this on the top ten,
See me next to Big Ben, one hundred, the clocks is running,
Times almost up, check the smooth cut, say what?,
Bogard the studio, when I hear the instrumental, poetic aesthetics,
Words prophetic, haters don't get it,the flows forbidden,
Kicked out the garden of Eden, when I started believing,
Cleaving, onto wisdom then some,
Shot out of the web,
One love to mom Deb, see me step, like Fetchin,
From the bullets, snapping from every direction, hits like a *******,
*****,
Can't push me, guard it down like Kobe, lyrical Shinobi,
Told yall, I control thee,
Mics skills, iced grills, feel these cold chills, laid on the hills,
Golden wine, ****** when I get too much Christ,-
Al we all have a ball, summer time to fall, laid up in the winter,
Voyage with me, to the center,
Of the crown chakra, hats that drop ya, word to Legba,
Latinas call me papi Pappa,
The true don dada, **** hoes who wear Prada, haters get a nada,
Don't try to step, to the godfather,
Bounded by the crystals, in my intellectual, **** a bisexual,
Chicks, don't play with *****,
Only myself, if I'm feeling it,
Hold up, cut the verse out, we bout to break out, like a peel out,
Y'all love to chase clout, I chase the money routes,
Stocks like Vanguard to Black rock,
So ya know I stay hard,
Two pits and a saint Bernard to guard, my colossal,
Mansion check the expansion,
I'll leave heads ringing,
Charles Manson, check the new rap anthem, connect like tandems,
My guns don't jam son,
Word up, this hits deep up in ya guts, stomach achin',
Awaken, from the supreme god taken,
All souls, down into the valley scrolls, know ya role,
Lounging on top of the seven cities,
Golden hill, let the words spill,
Vibrate ya melons, til ya feel,
The words that thrill,
The average nay sayer, not a player or a hater, I stay classic as Sega,
The sage continues, Wu making venues, cosmical values,
Got props from the, Parliament crew,
Dap up my homies, on the avenue,
Down the red, white and blue,
Solja rags, hot tags, got ******* to bag, **** with us,
You'll be in bags, trash took out, see us look out,
For each other, sister to brother no other, lay this beat as gutter,
Try to test the mic, only to end up in a permanent stutter,
zebra Apr 2020
The less you know about me,
the better off we'll both be.
Nevertheless,
I do have a thing for
***** British women,
hot Afro *******
shapely Latinas,
leggy Russians,
***** little Jew girls
Asian **** *****
  Middle Eastern temptresses,
glory-hole *****,
classy escorts,
****** hookers,
loose ******* queens,
giant ***** riders,
******* ******,
******* tramps, cheating
slutwives,
shameless girlfriends,
promiscuous teen harlots,
easy party girls
and tattooed metal/goth/Satanic/witchy chicks.
Written by Lucifer
Check it, its the eyes of hours, desert bird looking for hunger service,
Make haters nervous, once I show off purpose, microphone check,
Fools dont get next, once I put my darts in effect, cold hearts injects,
Break the order of the peck, no disrespect re up my old killer connects,
Dots on ya bets, red be the color set, infrared with carbine m4 tech,
Yeah I'm a tech, when it comes to a mission, listen to the birds whistling,
Givens like Robyn, see my head get a bobbing, stone dry throbbing,
Look for wheres the robbin, like batman, breaking Gotham city stats man,
Open Cape, yellow tape from the capping, see the coroners wrapping,
Up ya body, for the morge transaction, gives death much satisfaction,
Uh I break through dramas, latinas say como te llamas, 9 inch of a banana,
Coils up like an anaconda, watch for premadonnas, tote the marijuana,
From USA, to Tijuana
Mexico, there he go with the sickest flow, I know kicks to ya mental, oh
So simple and plain, I'm hitting in a range, not even a radar could gain,
Signals, at the closest terrains, my cameos ain't never been so strange,
Linked with three kings, my wise sibling, we living in the past future present rings,
Watch for the stings, of a bee I see, so many honeys leeching for money,
Im not a loaner see, I lay bones to ya *****, for my enjoyment to see,
Hit the honey Hennessy, from Tennessee whiskey, way past to **** tipsy,
Keep it crispy, like rice take a slice, I'll be throwing the loaded dice,
So you'll see the same rolls twice, that's life, on another world like Bryce,
I show you the real, I show you the steel, see how many bodies, I can dump,
In the landfills, traffic from making jams, I rage mayhem, foes get the scram,

— The End —