Lippin poems on Hello Poetry

Jose 420 Jun 2014

Why not just let my mind flow
Straight off the top
Like I was cultivating dro

Stay on top
Don't fall behind
Because when you do
You start running out of time

I'm always looking
To the left and to the right
But when the hatred comes near
I'm on it full sight

That's my life
And I will respect it
Except for a few things
That came unexpected

Like the lippin'
Straight **** talkin'
Always trippin'
No good stalkin'

Always saying false statements
Getting caught up in the net
They forgot they're placement
And they say that I'm next

Yet when I come near
They become full of fear
And dread the wrath of me
When I come in next year

I fall behind on my school, I have people who don't like me, I respect myself and others, I don't condone hatred, and I'm not the type to mess with. I'm just a normal person with a mind if my own. Like most of y'all people, we're all the same. So no reason for hatred. Let the peace reighn over it. But I'm coming back to school next year!!!

Bloodline of King Yashayah Mar 2017

So What U Sayin???

+murfyness
Sit back and relax as i hit you with a bumper Jack
ya rhymes is wack make like a match and strike
as ya set ya self on Fire
ya just need to retire take notes from the Sire
Master of this Craft ill stay in ya *** like Shaft
Serious glare and no Smiles ya Styles
nothin' but a pity beat you til you silly
Grimace lookin' muthaphukka talkin' loud and hard
like you this and that
but we know you sweet as a kitkat
i despise chitchat and emcees that think that
they got the Hype
and your right your hype and unsigned
for a reason but im leavin' emcees not breathin'
steppin' into the battle field watch me demise in less
than 1 second to go with is like eternity
no chance to escape hell in a cell
im the Undertaker
bury you alive with no remorse check my source
i been credited before i was credited
ya style edited
must be walkin' with water under ya feet
cuz ya slippin' set trippin' got a mack if ya start lippin'
slam ya harder than Kemp combined with Pippen
only shots ya takin' is jump shots
ya lil ***** boy who emulated the hood
wanna be heard so bad ??? but no good
shamin' this beat with ya Elementary Lingo
come up with to me is like a Mastiff to a Poodle
Droolin' i come with the Roughest
prepare for the Slayin'
Shut ya Trap so What cha Sayin????

Check the poetry im full of prodigy
Fantasy witha touch of reality
Who can write it better than me
By the time they catch me
Ill be in another dimension
Youll be in detention Once the skools on session
Pack wisdom like bullets in
A Smith n Wesson wait for ejection
Of rounds knocking out clowns
Before the bell of the first round
Round and round
Ya head goes cuz you couldn't comprehend my death blows
Slow ya role like going backwards
My poetry and skills are mastered
No witches or board crafts
Are made here everything i made came from front to rear
Nope i dont have no fear i know the spirits is here
Good vs Evil you choose with sides
You wanna reside
Is it sell my soul and let my heart grow cold
Or stand with fire n let my soul glow
Against the evils that be
In the sneaky industry
Dusty raps get slapped back
My guns be aim at?
These devils trying to sell me out
So **** all that poise and noise
Cuz i aint down with slayin'
Peace to the rebels like me
So what u sayin???

An

Bloodline of King Yashayah Nov 2016

Foe Tha Luv of $

yea i got young honeys
that sell me drug money
aint nothin funny
******* like Gunny
boys intervene leave they necks runny
it dont matter the time crime
down for mine everytime
i pull the nine flat line
or machete
chop ya up like spaghetti
thwy wasnt ready
for yosef coming most of
rhe lyric so funky foggy
ya clear it periods
they cab see me drug slangin
mute those who lippin
tippin on my qs in case of set trippin
load them clips in
call a few of my partners
or disciples in
after couple shots of hen and gin
we put an end to sin and then
theyll remeber
the yosef cold as the december
month pull stunts
stay skunked and drunked
almost dunk
my mind into a pit of hell
my story neva fails
if ya crosss ill still prevail
living well
lookin for ghost to
come out they shell
ya cant bail im on ya trail
sell yeyo
cuz be fienin for yummy
crummy
for the love of that moneyyy!!!!

Foe the luv of them greens
**** and money
Got me chasin fantasies
I'm stuck in a daisy never me lazy crazy
As can be put yo chips my chips in
An nd together we could be rippin
Up mics smokin em like pipes
My yearn for these dead presidents
Might cost ya life and you'll be
Living with dead resident never hesitant
To make moves to show and prove
And you know who?
Be coming with 64s top low
Haters stay low or embrace the halo
Luv the smell of yeyo
To my nose takin major blows
Quick dose of reality my locality
Be in the pits of hell o well
Take a trip wirh me as I sail
Through ocean of money
So fools don't think it's funny
I'm coming up quick with them knots
Sells from fat rocks
Cuz I Be itching for the luv of the moneyyyyyyy

Bloodline of King Yashayah Feb 2017

Rap Phenom

Yo im off the dome
Like JFK snipped by the CIA
Serenade the streets with AKs
Day by day i prey the prey
Im the predator
I keep my styles mixed up
Like  a news editor
So **** a critic and a creditor
The source can **** my ****
Til the nuts shown
From the microphone
I hold ya know the storys being told
The true about me replica of the old hip hop
This ******* got to stop
Nigguhs rhymin' no meanin'
Everyday im.schemin' load the triple beams and
Aim it at the radio station this is **** nation
No hesitation
Give up the endz and the ******* with the flawless skin
And big ***** smoke L's til the filter ashes
Im rougher than babies rashes
I leave a **** bigger than car crash
The means my rhymes is collision
Ya need a new vision im your envision
Ya wish you could be next to me
Or that BiG
Rap phenom droppin bars like a bombs
Come get it if you want some??
Only to my carnage the merciless
Holocaust
Got my enemies prayin' more than a Holy Mosque
Your fadin' and hatin' only creatin'
A bigger ground for my stage persona
Tote Marijuana got a stash of cash in Tijuana
MEXICO and if you come close to the cheese
Im.gonna
Burn you nigguhs hotter than a sauna
The black iguana
Camouflage with my fatigue up my stakes
Now im the major leagues
Hittin' this fools harder than Joe Louis
Who could do this??
Hits better than we
Bow ya heads and send a prayer for thee
Pray that i dont catch you slippin'
Put a mute to a lippin'
Ill empty more LA clips than Blake Griffin'

Izaak El Amado Oct 2020

Bonafide Atrocity's

From rag too riches
but still yet no ambition
forever in life shall i be ever trippin

"Better not be lippin on my bottle"
baby-mama with the attitude always drinking
Oh whatta ****** model

Oh yes
My ego goes full throtel
when i avoid the fact
our relationship is
so hostile

too bad that im addicted
too that
Im in love with the whack
you always profess that
that ill climb the ladder
and push all the other Cats back.

And i dont even know if i can even
******* ask that
So in reality baby
you better bring
that ****** *** back

Please

Wait i shouldnt have to plead
just like you being
lactose intolerant
i wouldnt feed ya cheese

Bloodline of King Yashayah Feb 2020

Instincts of a Friend/Heartbeat

Check the gangstas cameo slammin' sammy
Steelo check the belt buckle below flows cycles
Around those haters who can't grow snow
Ya thoughts I been caught without a chase
Hip hop face erase the bass line rap divine
Wore hells trails on my spine one of kind mankind
Blind ya shine all out never stand in line
We making moneys rappin' yummys to honeys
Don't play me as I hop like a bunny tracks crony
More yey than Tony dopest beats bars elite
Repeat massacre coming after ya spectacular
Octo- tarantula
Standing ovation from rocking the arenas
Beats like Tina from Ike sike let me rewrite fright
Nights thriller cold chiller hanging peelers
Scrapin' for scrillas much love to J Dilla
Platinum fillaz lookin' for Mami Quintanillas
Thick body rowdy rowdy flex rubbers Audi
Engineer chocha buccaneer souvenir adhere
Closely makes mostly keep the breads toasty
No boasting from me only when I spin the LP
Healthy unhealthy to those who tried to play me
Spitting 380s blazin' ***'s to doobies jacuzzi
Froth the scene hot summer greens fiends
Out and about rap ****** still aiming for snouts

Difficult acquired taste hard to copy and paste
This ain't a fame chase this is a razor chafe
Digging in ya corticals of ya front page articles
Miracle whip you with the material stacking serials
killaz Bodies by the ton that's on the one
no fun ever entered Americas Kingdom projectin' wisdom
For other emcees spitting wack bars stars
Above I lay those once the guns rose toes
Froze pose for ya final resting as I glow
Through making ain't no shaking a faking
Patriot Douglass Toussaint make em faint
Rise a nation black Mason form a cremation
From sticky situation pillars of salt malt
Over my enemies with the drunk karate
My crew right behind me gun blind side me
So ya can't catch me slippin' put a button to ya lippin'
Still crippin' suckas who ain't really listening
Wind stencilin' my universal path lays math
Occultic wrath feel the blood baths
I shaft suckas couldn't dodge the draft
Macks breaking chest and backs racks
Up my reps cold heart felts from living sickin'
Negative degree earth sins spreads evil within
Self acknowledge real wealth mental health
Lyrical beatings leaving welts melts
Any wax I step on step down son
You in the presence of a Don Al Capone
Got it goin on rappin' til the break of dawn
Keep stacking until I'm put on but then again
It's hard getting answers when I really just needed a friend

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