"repping" poems
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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.
Dec 11, 2022
Dec 11, 2022 at 11:27 PM UTC
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
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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.)
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
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...*
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 8:04 PM UTC
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
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
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)
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
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.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
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
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
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
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC
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
Jan 28, 2023
Jan 28, 2023 at 9:43 AM UTC