"pimpin" poems
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 ***
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
I gotz no life.
I gotz no cash.
All I got is these pimpin' hashtags
#money
#grill
#dddddaaaamncheckoutdatfineassgirl
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
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
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
.
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.
.
Feb 21, 2010
Feb 21, 2010 at 9:46 PM UTC
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.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
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
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:19 AM UTC
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
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
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.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
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
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
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
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 12:16 PM UTC
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 –
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
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
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
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:
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 4:13 PM UTC
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.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
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
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 6:48 AM UTC
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'
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
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
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
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
~~~
~~~
>
~~~
~~~
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
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
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
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
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
Put yourself out there,
no simpin.
Stay classy,
Stay Pimpin'.
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 6:26 PM UTC
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.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 5:59 AM UTC
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
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
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.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC