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"repping" poems
Press Play It's about time that I got into the action, A little bit of flawless and now we got traction. Player one and I'm feeling like a MC, Onto the next arc with new opportunities. RGB, I'm gonna light up the industry, Fresh new world, yeah that **** was built into me. Yeah, I'm not one to come and act all cynical, I got a crew behind me, Repping art so lyrical. So, this wasn't a miracle, We put in the work, Now we headed past the pinnacle. And this is just the prologue, Just the beginning. Even though we been at it, We gon' keep on winning. Look out for name on the web, And here's where I said. So, when they picturize my story They'll know I meant it.
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Dec 11, 2022
Dec 11, 2022 at 11:27 PM UTC
Game On
His first love should've been basketball and his second, girls because his name was Juan and he represented the white, red and blue bandera, *Dominicano puro cien porciento del capital entiendes compai?* understand homie? and that label meant that he threw empty beer bottles at abandoned houses and smoked second hand **** because he was too broke to buy from the good dealers and he hollered at girls with wide hips and short skirts that walked by (oye mama tu si eres linda ven aquí!) they would giggle and roll their eyes at him but of course because he was one of those light skinned boys, the type with light eyes and smooth brown hair that every girl dreamed about, they would holler at him back the very next day // His first love was basketball and his second, was not girls, his second love was words; it was the craziest ******* thing in the world, to be a boy and not be crazy over women is one thing, but to be Dominican and not in love with every muchacha en el Barrio es una cosa de los maricones! as his best friend would say as he shook his head disappointedly, muthafucka had the finest beauties the Caribbean had to offer swooning as he spoke, and he was in love with palabras de los gringos? but it didn’t matter, he loved words like the junkies loved drugs and like his best friend loved women, and while every other sin verguenza on his block would dance to the hypnotizing beat of merengue and bachata, he would watch by on the roof of the abandoned building nearby and he would write it all down: how the lights of the neighborhood had never seen more alive and how old man Victor looked youthful dancing next to the neighborhood ***** and how his mother looked happier than she had in a long time, swaying her body to the calming voice of the old music she hadn't head in a while and yes he was still the boy that threw beer bottles at abandoned windows and smoked second hand **** because he was too broke to afford the real stuff and he still hollered at girls who wore shirts too low but in the shadow of all the happiness up on the roof, he was not Juan, best basketball player on the team, Dominicano cien porciento y no te lo olvides, repping the white, red and blue bandera instead he was Juan, the light skinned boy who liked the palabras de los gringos because of the way they rolled off his tongue and he had decided that he liked it better that way (h.l.)
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
amor de pendejo (foolish love)
His first love should've been basketball and his second, girls because his name was Juan and he represented the white, red and blue bandera, *Dominicano puro cien porciento del capital entiendes compai?* understand homie? and that label meant that he threw empty beer bottles at abandoned houses and smoked second hand **** because he was too broke to buy from the good dealers and he hollered at girls with wide hips and short skirts that walked by (oye mama tu si eres linda ven aquí!) they would giggle and roll their eyes at him but of course because he was one of those light skinned boys, the type with light eyes and smooth brown hair that every girl dreamed about, they would holler at him back the very next day // His first love was basketball and his second, was not girls, his second love was words; it was the craziest ******* thing in the world, to be a boy and not be crazy over women is one thing, but to be Dominican and not in love with every muchacha en el Barrio es una cosa de los maricones! as his best friend would say as he shook his head disappointedly, muthafucka had the finest beauties the Caribbean had to offer swooning as he spoke, and he was in love with palabras de los gringos? but it didn’t matter, he loved words like the junkies loved drugs and like his best friend loved women, and while every other sin verguenza on his block would dance to the hypnotizing beat of merengue and bachata, he would watch by on the roof of the abandoned building nearby and he would write it all down: how the lights of the neighborhood had never seen more alive and how old man Victor looked youthful dancing next to the neighborhood ***** and how his mother looked happier than she had in a long time, swaying her body to the calming voice of the old music she hadn't head in a while and yes he was still the boy that threw beer bottles at abandoned windows and smoked second hand **** because he was too broke to afford the real stuff and he still hollered at girls who wore shirts too low but in the shadow of all the happiness up on the roof, he was not Juan, best basketball player on the team, Dominicano cien porciento y no te lo olvides, repping the white, red and blue bandera instead he was Juan, the light skinned boy who liked the palabras de los gringos because of the way they rolled off his tongue and he had decided that he liked it better that way (h.l.)
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We as people should try our hardest to be our best. Our generation is fading... We are stuck on stupid. Not to be offensive , but yes, we are. We are surrounded by things that eat at our knowledge like vultures on a carcass. Tweeting, Facebooking, Myspacing, and IMing. I admit it, I am a victim of this social crime, but I am beginning to realize that  we are not using our brains like those before us had to. What happened to reading and writing?  Why do we think we can just do everything on our Iphones now?  I know we are now becoming a technological era, but do we really have to do EVERYTHING this way? Ok. On to the next rant. Why is it okay for everyone to speak like they have not had any home training? Excuse me, some haven't but, you could at least try to improve yourself. I don't think I'm better than anyone because I have a better vocabulary or even because I was raised to speak with correct grammar and enunciate my words. I do admit I don't speak "proper" all the time; I joke around, but that's the keyword: "joke"  I don't care about the idiots that say "Oh, she's 'trying to be white'  "  I am content with that, even though I'm not trying to be anything but myself. I am content with them saying that because at least I will have an opportunity to do something with my vocabulary and my way of speaking. Maybe some people should try it. Hmm.. What else? *Oh! Boy don't let me forget about the "hood" life thing. Okay, "little gangster" , is your "mob" going to help you get a job?  Believe me, writing "crip gang" on your job application is NOT going to help you. Those people do not care what hood you are repping when you come in for an interview. They barely care about your name... Get with the program people!! Also, ladies, it is not cute to try to be in a gang or even trying to do "hood" things... LIVE OUTSIDE OF YOUR STEREOTYPE!  My black people... some of you, about 59%, are making those stereotypes stick.  I am sooo tired of seeing black people gang banging, fighting, killing each other, skipping class, smoking, drinking, getting pregnant, and etc.  Come on guys, we are a great nation of people.. We should improve, not get worse. We are already a minority. Our people DIED to get us where we are today. Take advantage of what we have.. Education, rights, freedom(somewhat), and opportunity. Don't blame the whites or Mexicans because you can't get off YOUR *** to do YOUR job. Please...*
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Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 8:04 PM UTC
Rant #1
We as people should try our hardest to be our best. Our generation is fading... We are stuck on stupid. Not to be offensive , but yes, we are. We are surrounded by things that eat at our knowledge like vultures on a carcass. Tweeting, Facebooking, Myspacing, and IMing. I admit it, I am a victim of this social crime, but I am beginning to realize that  we are not using our brains like those before us had to. What happened to reading and writing?  Why do we think we can just do everything on our Iphones now?  I know we are now becoming a technological era, but do we really have to do EVERYTHING this way? Ok. On to the next rant. Why is it okay for everyone to speak like they have not had any home training? Excuse me, some haven't but, you could at least try to improve yourself. I don't think I'm better than anyone because I have a better vocabulary or even because I was raised to speak with correct grammar and enunciate my words. I do admit I don't speak "proper" all the time; I joke around, but that's the keyword: "joke"  I don't care about the idiots that say "Oh, she's 'trying to be white'  "  I am content with that, even though I'm not trying to be anything but myself. I am content with them saying that because at least I will have an opportunity to do something with my vocabulary and my way of speaking. Maybe some people should try it. Hmm.. What else? *Oh! Boy don't let me forget about the "hood" life thing. Okay, "little gangster" , is your "mob" going to help you get a job?  Believe me, writing "crip gang" on your job application is NOT going to help you. Those people do not care what hood you are repping when you come in for an interview. They barely care about your name... Get with the program people!! Also, ladies, it is not cute to try to be in a gang or even trying to do "hood" things... LIVE OUTSIDE OF YOUR STEREOTYPE!  My black people... some of you, about 59%, are making those stereotypes stick.  I am sooo tired of seeing black people gang banging, fighting, killing each other, skipping class, smoking, drinking, getting pregnant, and etc.  Come on guys, we are a great nation of people.. We should improve, not get worse. We are already a minority. Our people DIED to get us where we are today. Take advantage of what we have.. Education, rights, freedom(somewhat), and opportunity. Don't blame the whites or Mexicans because you can't get off YOUR *** to do YOUR job. Please...*
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African soul child Eating dust for dinner Drinking ***** water Poverty is your richness Survival is your blessing Too many deaths you witnessed Torn between dying and living Yet you still choose living Breath air polluted with gas fumes Big diamond digging machines Repping your grounds for more minarals Witnessed less births and more funerals Oh African soul child
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Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
African Child
but unless you integrate really do the inner work not just Be Dazzle your ego with illumination memoirs after something skims your surface you might go from repping solfeggio frequencies to singing, *get on my level *** finger flinging in the face of head-spun girl wondering *what the **** have I done* got to Ctrl + Z trapass stuck keys undo undo undo patterns will reemerge unless you hack the **** outta perspective lit up (be it LSD or other luminous peaks)
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
heroic doses of LSD can change your POV
Happy Canada day, grab that maple syrup son, chase that ****** repping Canada man, native born going hard in the sun. Yeah, red & white, yeah we be nice but we might just ****** your wife, love is a battleground, all is fair game in this life. Never underestimate our nation, just ask america, we burned down their white house once, it's true man, but you won't hear it come out the mouth of america. This is Canada, yes we multi-ethnic but at the same time we complain immigrants, but yet if you truly think about it, everyone is a immigrant. Gender or race issues are so frivolous, but it still happens today, and if you don't think so your just in denial, or you just arrogant, or just ludicrous. Canada day, got independence from Britain on July.1st,1867, but just because it was a good day for us, for the next three generations of natives it certainly wasn't heaven. Just saying, white privilege and entitlement, which still lingers today, except it's a little more subtle, blurred lines man, one things for sure the past was certainly more grey. With that in mind, let us celebrate the hard work for man to be free, and a race preserving through all oppression, and be thankful that we lived through the great depression. Let this Canada day be different, let us love, laugh, and forgive but never forget and never repeat, teaching the young generation to accept others as they are, and that's ok to be or feel unique.
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Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Canada day
AMBITION > EMOTION 2 in the morning and my mind is on you 4 in the morning and and it still hasn't moved Somehow I try to design my line of thought Try to redirect the flow but there's something I forgot Pebbles cause ripples but they all gonna settle It's a fight against resolve, I hope they ain't testing my mettle Cos if they are, then I'm sorry to say I failed woefully Young and outta patience I'm wondering if there's hope for me I'm leaping off the cliff, halfway I find epiphany But now you think I'm halfway dead Not if I pray and close my eyes and just save my breath No parachute on my back but I ain't shooting for that I got a ruler for that Trampoline on the ground and not a scratch on my back Now how relieving is that? And how revealing is this I found my spot on a map I put my foot on the hills I drive the flag to the ground Vision is lost in the mist But still I gotta insist Temptations I must resist I'm never repping the six I think it's born of the beast I think my timing is Swiss My rhyme pattern is crisp Get to the bottom of things And put my name on a list Of all-time greats and prophets My name in the sky but it ain't my profit So let's get back to the topic-my mind on you But psychology stays dichotic
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
Ambition Emotion
I haven’t been to church In a while I pray at the pub With redheads Jameson and Fish n chips I haven’t been to church in a while But who really cares I’ve got nothing to confess Cause everyone’s a sinner I go to the matinee On Saturday Repping the IRA I go to Essex on Sunday And get rained on I go home And my hag of a wife is gone She moved across the pond With a bloke Who works on wall street
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
Ballad of an Irish Lad
let's take a second to listen written alphabetically with a brand-new addition spliffing delivering heat, cat on a hot tin roof sizzling, Messi, dribbling spit ill sickening guest visiting, lend me your ear, listening shimmering as he shines bright twinkling, divide, partitioning locked up, imprisoning doodle, scribbling SA drill spicing  with flavor seasoning, using my head thinking of reasons to justify reasoning for dazzling, as we settle in round 2 smurfed but not blue, more a colored hue, repping cape town awe bru, wake up disabling snooze jesters you fools visionary when I see first from the back they all lose not a masquerade it's all true deadline my times due ask mew 2, pokemon index, it's perplex get ash too, over a cuckoos nest birds flew seeking asylum hes crazy still frosty so cool yu gi it's time to dddd duel this the part where spazz out remove doubt, running circles on tracks, roundabout, roundhouse kick to chin and mouth no handout, grind out red hot circular rounded noise drowned out, not shouting for clout cant recognize skill, take this pill, it will break the spell my tracks stackable not saying this sarcastical sarcastically or sarcastic not applicable, resolve soluble doubt dissolve i'm liquid cyanide every track i **** surgeons precision with a scalpel so skilful, I sculpture syllables in rhyme schemes unseen to the naked ear class dismissed school bell so tell all its not all folks not ****** toons no jokes not ****** tunes, with lazy tones I have lampoons, that ****** death squad platoon you'll be history lying in ruins surfing these dunes no fear seeing things as the series turns with unclear reasons I'm nuclear
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Jan 28, 2023
Jan 28, 2023 at 9:43 AM UTC
No where to Run
let's take a second to listen written alphabetically with a brand-new addition spliffing delivering heat, cat on a hot tin roof sizzling, Messi, dribbling spit ill sickening guest visiting, lend me your ear, listening shimmering as he shines bright twinkling, divide, partitioning locked up, imprisoning doodle, scribbling SA drill spicing  with flavor seasoning, using my head thinking of reasons to justify reasoning for dazzling, as we settle in round 2 smurfed but not blue, more a colored hue, repping cape town awe bru, wake up disabling snooze jesters you fools visionary when I see first from the back they all lose not a masquerade it's all true deadline my times due ask mew 2, pokemon index, it's perplex get ash too, over a cuckoos nest birds flew seeking asylum hes crazy still frosty so cool yu gi it's time to dddd duel this the part where spazz out remove doubt, running circles on tracks, roundabout, roundhouse kick to chin and mouth no handout, grind out red hot circular rounded noise drowned out, not shouting for clout cant recognize skill, take this pill, it will break the spell my tracks stackable not saying this sarcastical sarcastically or sarcastic not applicable, resolve soluble doubt dissolve i'm liquid cyanide every track i **** surgeons precision with a scalpel so skilful, I sculpture syllables in rhyme schemes unseen to the naked ear class dismissed school bell so tell all its not all folks not ****** toons no jokes not ****** tunes, with lazy tones I have lampoons, that ****** death squad platoon you'll be history lying in ruins surfing these dunes no fear seeing things as the series turns with unclear reasons I'm nuclear
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