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You don't know strength until you have been a real *** You have no idea how deep this **** really goes, Its not for the faint of heart nor you squares, Too much of the game is not being sold but shared, The cold breeze that chills your bones at night, The dark eyes of other girls standing under the streetlight They don't understand our struggle or see our strength They only know the bad and try to stop it at any length Yet we all share the same vision with similar goals Inspired to stay down by his game that has no holes We have all been given instructions to carry out fast Breakin a trick make him give you his very last Show him your down for him add it up He will take care of your trap and stack it up Every real 304 stands up when her folks is around Every real p loves a real one who's down for his crown Some say its silly to pay a **** your hard earned doh But it races through our veins so when he sends me I go Maybe I'm a dreamer and he is the merchant of dreams And I am investing in our future crazy as it seems But when he speaks I believe in the words that are spoken And I make sure that I don't get too deep in my emotions A **** is a born and from day one he is already game To build himself a stand up *** and and get his fortune and fame. So a message out to those of you who don't know They say pimpin ain't easy but it takes true strength to be a real ***
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Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
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I gotz no life. I gotz no cash. All I got is these pimpin' hashtags #money #grill #dddddaaaamncheckoutdatfineassgirl
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
#Hashtag
melihat matamu kerap kau basahi bibir pipi kamu kemerahan tatkala aku sahut namamu redup hari itu tenang kamu kelihatan indah, indah seperti hari biasa cuma hari ini aku rasa lain hati aku berbisik tangan lembut ini yang menyamankan yang sentiasa ada tatkala aku gusar gelisah aku tentang kamu cuma satu --andai aku tidak layak untuk kamu tanpa segan perlahan kau dekati aku sambil itu kau belai tangan aku, seperti meletak harapan "--aku tahu, fikiran kamu dalam tentang aku. namun sayang ingatan kamu tentang aku adalah salah. apalah rasa ini, andai tiada yang ikhlas untuk memegangnya? telah aku pilih kamu untuk jadi ratu maka, jangan kau gentar pimpin aku akan selalu tanganmu" dia itu adalah bijaksana sentiasa tahu dan selalu tahu resah aku yang tiada habis lalu Tuhan pinta aku mahu dia sentiasa selamat -f 1048pm oct 2nd
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Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Untitled
. Seems that I'm spending most of my time down at the Karaoke King. Under more normal circumstances I wouldn't even say a thing.(But...) I need to invest some more time in me or I'll never become a star, because I've sunk a pretty penny just pimpin' out my car. And this Mississippi mud is even bogging down my truck, and if I don't keep it rockin' I may never get unstuck. Success always comes from hard, hard work it never comes to you from afar. Would you please remind me tonight to change the strings on my air guitar? And I've been too tired to dance with my own silhouette. I just want a house out in the country, and a brand new black Corvette. My future's slowly rising, it shouldn't take me long. You see, this stage has been my home and this here's my new song! I need to invest some more time in me or I'll never become a star, because I've sunk a pretty penny   just pimpin' out my car. And this Mississippi mud is even boggin' down my truck, and if I don't keep it rockin' I may never get unstuck. Wont you help me, please; won't you help me? Because I want to be a star. Just do me a favor and remind me tonight to change the strings on my air guitar. Please do me a favor and remind me tonight... to change the strings on my air guitar. .
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Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
~Air Guitar ♥
By: Cedric McClester Bang bang ***** die slow There’s more to hip hop Than that ya know It’s more than the bling Some ****** show More than the cribs The cars or the dough The culture’s diverse And you need to know It’s more than the **** shakin You’ll always see On certain shows On the cable TV It’s more than the dissin The fights and braggin rights Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow We’re checkin for content As well as for flow You’re pimpin the game And the homies know You’re talkin ‘bout places That you’ll never go Talkin ‘bout crimes You never committed And it’s about time To fess-up and admit it Here is the deal You need to yield Cos it’s gettin too real In the field Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow Ya namean Let me give ya the low Some name themselves After I-talian criminals Sending public messages That attacks the subliminal Then start complainin Once they get popped And the uninformed Blame it on hip hop And it’s not fair That hip hop takes the blame For some of you out there That I could name Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow It’s about to be a rap For the rap game (yo) Rap is spiralin further Out of control And the government now Sees itself in the role Of overseer or regulator Ya knew it would happen Sooner or later If you go on trial You won’t be around That’s their way of keepin The Black man down All you have to do is jus look around Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow All it takes for you to be Good to go Is a mouth full of platinum And a video ** There’s more to life Than that you know Don’t let me be the one To say I told you so Cos the seeds you’re plantin Are kinda rough to *** But you’re convinced That you are it And a ****** like me Can’t tell you **** Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow There’s more to hip hop Than that ya know It’s more than the bling Some ****** show More than the cribs The cars or the dough The culture’s diverse And you need to know It’s more than the **** shakin You’ll always see On certain shows On the cable TV It’s more than the dissin The fights and braggin rights (c) Copyright, 2015 Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
BANG BANG
By: Cedric McClester Bang bang ***** die slow There’s more to hip hop Than that ya know It’s more than the bling Some ****** show More than the cribs The cars or the dough The culture’s diverse And you need to know It’s more than the **** shakin You’ll always see On certain shows On the cable TV It’s more than the dissin The fights and braggin rights Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow We’re checkin for content As well as for flow You’re pimpin the game And the homies know You’re talkin ‘bout places That you’ll never go Talkin ‘bout crimes You never committed And it’s about time To fess-up and admit it Here is the deal You need to yield Cos it’s gettin too real In the field Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow Ya namean Let me give ya the low Some name themselves After I-talian criminals Sending public messages That attacks the subliminal Then start complainin Once they get popped And the uninformed Blame it on hip hop And it’s not fair That hip hop takes the blame For some of you out there That I could name Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow It’s about to be a rap For the rap game (yo) Rap is spiralin further Out of control And the government now Sees itself in the role Of overseer or regulator Ya knew it would happen Sooner or later If you go on trial You won’t be around That’s their way of keepin The Black man down All you have to do is jus look around Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow All it takes for you to be Good to go Is a mouth full of platinum And a video ** There’s more to life Than that you know Don’t let me be the one To say I told you so Cos the seeds you’re plantin Are kinda rough to *** But you’re convinced That you are it And a ****** like me Can’t tell you **** Bang bang ***** die slow I’m only sayin What ya already know Bang bang ***** die slow There’s more to hip hop Than that ya know It’s more than the bling Some ****** show More than the cribs The cars or the dough The culture’s diverse And you need to know It’s more than the **** shakin You’ll always see On certain shows On the cable TV It’s more than the dissin The fights and braggin rights (c) Copyright, 2015 Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Dumpsters are cold Shelter grow mold and slim is the spanging Whiskey is warm Dreads are the norm and our sanity is estranging Food out of cans Roadtrip plans The highways are always changing Flying deceiving signs Waiting in foodstamp lines Sympathies constantly rearranging Constellations are the roof Provides strangeness aloof Capitalism's fat ca-ching Dirt inbetween toes Where to? nobody knows Life on the edge of healing
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Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
Pimpin' Ain't Easy and Selling Crack Ain't Legal
tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly we simply gs, whose duties include slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers want answers, so we give straight answers lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise poems born from crime, give it some time gotta come right, sell it all at one price my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff i bluff and take what's rightfully mine tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice coco loco, monica matadora tending first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi" ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly check out jammed jay, pushin designer hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst **** tina staring camly into her secret intention i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7 hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo ready to battle the enemy of the enemy lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan
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Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
In The Redlight District At 4:48 AM
tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly we simply gs, whose duties include slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers want answers, so we give straight answers lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise poems born from crime, give it some time gotta come right, sell it all at one price my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff i bluff and take what's rightfully mine tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice coco loco, monica matadora tending first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi" ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly check out jammed jay, pushin designer hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst **** tina staring camly into her secret intention i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7 hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo ready to battle the enemy of the enemy lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan
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Baby, Where you at? We vanquished the impossible Come back Baby, Why you spoutin' ******** Trust me It won't just be stickin' to Those pimpin' six inch heels Baby, Where you at? Five seconds flat This right here This Chocolate Strawberry Champagne Haze that you call Your life Will get you Nothin' but strife Baby, This artist Formerly known as A white boy attempting to rap Don't care where you at Don't you be comin' back.
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
White boy impossible
Sweet sweet powder Sweet sweet powder Cutting keys wit flour ****** man of the hour It’s the sweet sweet powder Sweet sweet powder Lookin down from the tower Homeboy, I got all the power It’s the sweet sweet powder Like I’m raven from the bowery I be hittin fools wit trash cans Wake em up in bout an hour With that sweet sweet powder Shootin three ***** like crowder Hollarin hella louder Like Aretha in the shower Got that sweet sweet powder That I’m given to the ******* Never ****** with those snitches That are wearing goodwill britches No I roll with the Sweet sweet powder Been running through the ditches Eating salty ham sandwiches You act like I don’t know riches I know that Sweet sweet powder Be cutting keys wit flour I’m da man of the hour Jumpin in the shower With the sweet sweet powder On the ivory tower Pimpin tricks by the hour Holding all the ****** power Got that sweet sweet powder Now wit that sweet sweet powder I get ******* like a Scotty ****** Baio was hottie But with that sweet sweet powder He coulda ****** gotten Molly Little Ringwald in her prime time Slap that *** like a hate crime Sweet sweet powder blowin my mind I got that sweet sweet powder Fuckim man of the hour Rollin with robin trower Acting like a lil bow-er With my sweet sweet powder Turning trick by the hour Showering with power Giving ******* flowers Got that sweet sweet powder
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
sweet sweet powder (MCDJpj's) ****** rap]
does everything change window washers door openers now top suite pimpin’ used to think the life was about big, tall buildings and suite offices was it all a fairytale in the wind was it all a memory gone bad did we imagine our greatness take it to another level only to be wooed by cake and free beverages work aholic mentality fogged out by love and freedom
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Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
Speedracer(by my big sis - Joci E.)
yo need yo-self some coverage what if you get in a ax-e-dent I got a little something for you...... I’m pimpin pauly a financial planner insurance guru no ones badder he’s ****** with your lame rates offerin you better bank states better call for quote dog don’t forget to say thanks I’m pimpin pauly – I’m pauly pimpin sendin him diff-rent clients on the real tip lookin to save for a dope trip maybe you got your throat ripped he works with HMO’s, ***** savin dollas makin ya holla give him a calla no mo shoppin middle of the malla wont fall-a be a balla I’m pimpin Pauly –
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Pimpin' Pauly
Hustlers run day and night Only sleeping when the time is right Hustling isn't the life Come help me be a hood wife Eat chicken one night feathers the next He won't take checks Running every hustle you've ever been taught Never know when you're going to stop Robbing, skimming, and Pimpin you don't care As long as you have silk underwear Send your b---h out to get paid B---h don't come back till you get laid Once you come back with cash duckies All of the dope dealers get new Uzi's That's when the F'er runs to score Then he gets ready to soar Watch every step or move you make Because he's got a hit to take With every hit he takes The demon inside starts to wake He starts to replay the day Worrying if you'll go stray He knows he's breaking every rule But he still maintains he's super cool So he starts beating you Making you black and blue B---h you come a dime to dozen You cross me you'll be frozen Could mean do or die So don't apply
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
Hustlers
damm, so i had a hard fall, my friends had a ball. said it was funny nd i was a dummmy... my leg is all messed up so i am all dressed up ,. open flesh?. I'm still fresh i may be limpin ,. buhh I'm still pimpin c:
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May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
So i crashed, bluuud tahh quick poet
Prayin for a snow day, a lay at home day. drinkin hot cocoa, bumpin some old Drake. like "come winter" and hope it comes we do! pimpin season is over i jus wanna lay here with you. we know its not that serious, talkin from experience. this thing'll probably last a couple months, maybe a few. But im down to make it somethin unforgettable incredible typa winter u throw up on a pedastool. Till just after Valentines, hear the last romantic chimes. and pimpin seasons back on, then you cant be mine, and neither of us would mind. at least, I hope to find.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
"come winter"
An idea is soon forgotten A writing is long to pass Short minded Otherwise mild tempered Danger painter Paint my misconceptions Responsible failure Truth brings denial to the falsified rumor Spoken out of character Standing tall, But barely standing at all Stumbling through life's greatest feats Never to fully understand, A grasp of wisdom A spark of influence, Shattered concern Riches & fortune never to come easy Easy street livin', Begging for breathing Thumpin' the wastes of inner being As a hard knocks life wheels and deals Pimpin' it's struggles, Pushin' through its roughness Fame may come, Fame may go Just never stopped here A shed of a single tear, May stop the world A moment that shall never be turned back
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Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 6:48 AM UTC
A Painting of Misconceptions
Pastors clergies reverends to deacons Aint nothing but demons leechin Off false preachin made up teachin' Say its God but steadily reachin' Takin all of your loot For the love of the root Only to go home broke Yoked as a joke i pop smoke Nothing but wolves in sheeps clothes I expose evilness in the gospels Using divine principles As a profit false prophets Using the holy name in vain Mentally drained linked by a chain Straddlin' the fench feet lynched Cant stand if ya stuck to the bench They call me a grinch Cuz my money aint spent Never gone repent to these devils Thats hell sent In the form of angelic scents Enticin' people through embezzlement For a ritual settlement moved by an embodiment Can't pay bills or rent Cuz they church got the windows tint So miracles can perform Then say blessings were sent From up above but aint no love Since hell is on earth here One third to be exact Now lets subtract Fake people layin' financial testimonies Phonies its all bologna Lies told right in front of your eyes Serpents guised as the wise Gentle as a dove pushin hope and love Off false faith they say im late But im on time killin the vibe Once my spirit arrives thrive Cuz my potency is strong So must cant hold on Still singing slavery songs Like we shall overcome **** the drums i drop the guns And let the ammo Rip through they torso to spinal And i laugh gracefully as the rest in peace **** the church hypocrisy I know ya hate me But im layin' vengeance with my brillance Coming back for the sons of Satans I aint hesitatin'
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
Gospel Pimpin'
Pastors clergies reverends to deacons Aint nothing but demons leechin Off false preachin made up teachin' Say its God but steadily reachin' Takin all of your loot For the love of the root Only to go home broke Yoked as a joke i pop smoke Nothing but wolves in sheeps clothes I expose evilness in the gospels Using divine principles As a profit false prophets Using the holy name in vain Mentally drained linked by a chain Straddlin' the fench feet lynched Cant stand if ya stuck to the bench They call me a grinch Cuz my money aint spent Never gone repent to these devils Thats hell sent In the form of angelic scents Enticin' people through embezzlement For a ritual settlement moved by an embodiment Can't pay bills or rent Cuz they church got the windows tint So miracles can perform Then say blessings were sent From up above but aint no love Since hell is on earth here One third to be exact Now lets subtract Fake people layin' financial testimonies Phonies its all bologna Lies told right in front of your eyes Serpents guised as the wise Gentle as a dove pushin hope and love Off false faith they say im late But im on time killin the vibe Once my spirit arrives thrive Cuz my potency is strong So must cant hold on Still singing slavery songs Like we shall overcome **** the drums i drop the guns And let the ammo Rip through they torso to spinal And i laugh gracefully as the rest in peace **** the church hypocrisy I know ya hate me But im layin' vengeance with my brillance Coming back for the sons of Satans I aint hesitatin'
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Go for my jog The track leaves my shoes red Covered in dust Doing my laps lost count How many times I've gone around knees burning pimpin my arms Clear my mind focused on the goal Keep a steady pace Distance can't stop me as I approach near The track is home getting my assignment done Fit and sanity the time it takes to get this done When I finish this jog rewarding and fun Always sore keep going and ignore do much more
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
Track
And such a one as you too have come Such a one •• Sweet as the taste of anything at all after all is said and done And life itself is here and we see the reasons for our fear and overcome •• The child with her razor blade realizes Demons do invade any holy sanctuary left open And they know What they must know To live •• Sweet the silence voices Sing of holy Sing of real Sing of us •• She walks naked solitary Fields where magic is the only answer And my face is the only beauty •• The only reason •• Walks naked high school corridors laughing at the folly •• The pumpin pimpin brutal ways the tryin to get their jollies Before dyin Without even tryin To live •• No reason to ask me to forgive I am invincible As you are As always ~~~ ~~~ > ~~~ ~~~
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Oh god oh me oh you anybody
Yea im a ****** Because i challenge my mind To the adversities of the world The matrix they stay playin' tricks I call them politics From the heart of the Capitol They gets no love But a bullet from the chrome pistol Shootin' us minorities for target practice No justice no peace Put your hands up And you'll still get shoot for free No such thing as bad publicity Peace officers advocating Love and hate on the same tree But the birches are chipped Leaning more towards racism Black vs white white vs black Etc etc look between the white n black You see shades of grey They want us all to go astray Even got our religious leaders in on the play The system designed for them to win Think im makin this up? Go and get a pencil or pen Expose the secrecy you end up naked drug overdosed or in a pen Pimpin' been going on since mankind Climb out the slime and crime Will continue resurgence **** the law over throw policies Its more of us than them The time is now embrace the unity While we have a chance One person can make a change But a nation can change the world Reachin' the hearts of young boys n girls Read up on knowledge **** college They all the same education is shame Work more less pay more divorces less foreplay Peep game learn the rules and ill do the same Cuz if we dont change things Will remain the sameeeee
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Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
Tru Cyco
givin' a shout out to all the young fellas chasin' cheddar hands on the berrata cuz im go getter like my hoes wetter than the average twist . cabbage born a savage ill die a savage these are just the tales from the hood g outkast built in me no phonies on my block we all had to knock a hustle drugs n thangs for the struggle we got switches n dead bodies in the dit ch es some time my minds spins faster than helicopter propellers aint neva chased a yella bone phone home soon cuz i feel the doom sealin' my death soom boom there i go into another dimension with all my past folks blowin' smoke sayin' jokes we havin a good time kick a good rhymes feelin o so fine drinkin' red wine no body cant come between my happiness if ya know what i mean aint no hate but i got hate to all haters watch me catch a gun in they pate but thats reality friends turn to foes i suppose ??? once upon a funky rhyme i laid this beat so hard it should be considered a crime uh minds was blown six feet deep as my spirit sinks lower than a submarine no radar could locate my reality in actuality i be silky smooth cuttin the groove make ya wanna move ya feet check my afro thick with a fist pik n stick the baddest hos with the baddest flows cadillac music in ya trunk so dont loose it rhymes is choosen carefully me and partna be enticin girls like teddiy pendergrass rough as a diaper rash crash gotta make this cash on delivery cods down for opp opressors pimpin the poor time to even the score sound the drums for war as i soar in the mothership with two clips on my nine blunt to lips even got my girl packin pistols n **** quick to whip lift a fool out his frame rick james cuz i got fire and desire roll over ya *** like a set of tires grip the game like pliers as i add peak to ya amfliers who am i? Kb (killin'beats)ill be like this til they day i die my homie and i aqueminiiiii
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
AQUEMINI
givin' a shout out to all the young fellas chasin' cheddar hands on the berrata cuz im go getter like my hoes wetter than the average twist . cabbage born a savage ill die a savage these are just the tales from the hood g outkast built in me no phonies on my block we all had to knock a hustle drugs n thangs for the struggle we got switches n dead bodies in the dit ch es some time my minds spins faster than helicopter propellers aint neva chased a yella bone phone home soon cuz i feel the doom sealin' my death soom boom there i go into another dimension with all my past folks blowin' smoke sayin' jokes we havin a good time kick a good rhymes feelin o so fine drinkin' red wine no body cant come between my happiness if ya know what i mean aint no hate but i got hate to all haters watch me catch a gun in they pate but thats reality friends turn to foes i suppose ??? once upon a funky rhyme i laid this beat so hard it should be considered a crime uh minds was blown six feet deep as my spirit sinks lower than a submarine no radar could locate my reality in actuality i be silky smooth cuttin the groove make ya wanna move ya feet check my afro thick with a fist pik n stick the baddest hos with the baddest flows cadillac music in ya trunk so dont loose it rhymes is choosen carefully me and partna be enticin girls like teddiy pendergrass rough as a diaper rash crash gotta make this cash on delivery cods down for opp opressors pimpin the poor time to even the score sound the drums for war as i soar in the mothership with two clips on my nine blunt to lips even got my girl packin pistols n **** quick to whip lift a fool out his frame rick james cuz i got fire and desire roll over ya *** like a set of tires grip the game like pliers as i add peak to ya amfliers who am i? Kb (killin'beats)ill be like this til they day i die my homie and i aqueminiiiii
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Put yourself out there, no simpin. Stay classy, Stay Pimpin'.
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May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
Stay Pimpin'
Some say the sonnets a dead form ¦ on yellowed pages and booklets torn, Pentarchy shed and slain, replaced ¦ by memes I'm bicc, dat boi, he based In synaptic pools, and neural spools, ¦ with cool *** claws, and digital jewels; we set as one, booked up our sole ¦ while tindr/grindr take their toll On sultry pages cast to withered dust ¦ while leaves left golden crust, the muttered lines unbound escape ¦ to Tengri's starry 'voided gape I think I am, I am I think, ¦ with wink and shirk and nod and drink and cough, we splutter NoStros verse ¦ as fiery Gaia suffers curse But then again, who are but we? ¦ a single sound, a drop in sea, a dangling solace sharp in key, ¦ a lonesome sold for wired fee When finally, undone we are ¦ our freedom sold, our chains bizzarre; I'm caught between two planes that part ¦ a Second Life, and First (too dark) So when again we sit and talk ¦ and fill the space with idle balk; I'll notice parts of you I've missed ¦ and seek a comfort long dismissed So when again we meet and stray ¦ to thoughts of hidden brevity; I'm happy knowing it's just me ¦ Unhappiness my major key. So finally, I'll try again ¦ to feel the pain, the roots and then Pretty Pimpin? Scrimpin' life amock¦ Sat at home with screen and sock.
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Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
The Blurb
Yeah it goes like this Some die for the money Others rather tell a joke But ain't nothing funny when I see My peeps gettin smoked by police Leasted to mess with the poor Excite race wars too many scars Since I left the battlefield can't shield My family cuz they be handing me Restrictions in my own jurisdiction Seems more like mental lynching predictions Made by the lifestyle of a fantasy addiction Tryna break the system that keeps me in straight pimpin' But I broke the sable Turned off my cable A new state of mind you can tell By my rhyme No sublime time after time I'll write truth in every line So next I come around pound for pound I'm shutt em down Yo when I try to help my brother He looks the other Way and gives a **** what I gotta say Too many victims of prey dark grey Clouds hovering over your heads Tryna scheme of ways to make bread But don't chase something that's already dead Filled with slave owners but at the same time they money owners Slavin us til we bite the dust so trust They divided us so we can't bust At the real scenario takin places in different barrio I say break the barrier white vs blacks vs mexican vs asian We all just a number waiting for a blazing Burned into a grain coatin' rhymes til they glazing Don't consider myself hero I'm just saving Much damage soon to take ground But I'll make sure to shut em down
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
Ill Shut 'em Down (Enemies Defeated)
I awoke, got up this morn' to gliding dark and haunted fawn, and sketchy shimmering plane apart with pearl outline, obsequis art, The thoughts so settled neatly as the whisky rocks so clattered under, liquid golden cast asunder dreams a little left of field. Hands unbidden wrecked the wire rack as bottles, glasses, gems and jars went smack bang, marble floor; glass shards 'dorning feat of gore The two step shuffle took it's slice of cake, reward for shattered life. Dot's of stars and bloodshot eyes set fort between the panel skies Strawb'ry field nestleds 'tween columns cold with sterile sheen, A bowl of sickly sustenance pauses lips and throat and reachs, tense, the guts below so dense as substance grows and grows intents the pitted stone I feel, and stone in pit I reel as anxious feelings stick, Sick in mind, and mind so sick The green gobbed gremlin fear and trembling.
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Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC
Pretty Pimpin'