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PhiWrit Sep 2015
So I wrote a Notorious word to the Crook King
of Brooklyn who wrote the street book
Based on how the street he took
with feet quite fleet.
You know his spirit i did meet,
first last year on bicycle day
A tab of acid found its way
on my tongue it lay,
in the bathroom mirror I was prone to say,
"Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls, Biggie Smalls" and my heart did in fear fall,
Thought to myself
"I swear I hear a glock click near my left ear" so I got the hell out of there.
The second time was a bit more fair,
the air of a fellow player, yao slanger,
beat banger, he spat a 16 bar prayer
of how he was an unknowing player
In His plan a silent hand of hope
for all the ****** that are broke.
That the Sky is the limit,
only make moves when your heart's in it,
then you are guaranteed to win it.
Ain't no sin against it,
**** the world don't ask it for ****;
that's word to BIG
Based on a true story
Matalie Niller Jul 2012
Sub-zero temperatures aren't conducive to photosynthesis
chlorophyll stuck in veins
freezing and thick, viscous
right-o
tips **** and ****
try to circulate nutrients
but nature cannot be altered
facts cannot be opinionated
tell that to the judge
small claims and chain gangs
game changing fame slanger
falling to the feet of the tall
once and for all
can't just sit and wait
procreate
at least *******
when all else fails
and it will
at least there are the simple pleasures
of air and light and sound
all around
and heightend senses of reality
and *******
and laughs, smiles
miles and miles
swimming in confusion
just want a touch
isn't too much
for a night on the town
lost, never found
alone in the dark
with another
not too long
just too right.
Sander S Vatn Sep 2017
Pennens krigere
Vi som faller ved sverdet
Men som aldri dør
Våre ansikter blir glemt
Men ei de ord vi skriver
Vi er udødelige
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi som kan tape vår frihet
Men som aldri blir dratt bort
Våre ord lyster til opprør
Men vi tyr ei til vold
Vi er uovervinnelige
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi som flyr som fugler
Men som er fanget i bur
Våre drømmer er om himmelen
Men de blir lært i lenker
Vi er fanger i vår egen kropp
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi er små og store
Men det er ikke stort
Våre ord kan skrives for en
Men gjentas på tusen lepper
Vi er uforutsigbare
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi er brødre og søstre
Men ei av samme blod
Våre forskjeller er store
Men vi står alle sammen
Vi er forente
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi som søker svar
Men som våger å leve
Våre ord kan vekke lyset
Men bare i vises hånd
Vi er tankens venn
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi er helgener for de vise
Men slanger for de tankeløse
Våre ord kan gi sannhet
Men bare for de som ser
Vi er de som åpner øyne
Vi er pennens krigere

Pennens krigere
Vi er forsvarere av våre verdier
Men det er ikke alltid bra
Våre ord kan spre hat
Men bare om kjærlighet blir glemt
Vi er gode og onde
Vi er alle pennens krigere
I'll translate this poem to English later on. The poem is to hounour poets past, present and future.
Beats knocks, check the head nods,
Im similiar to Todd,
Laid up like needles,
Against all odds,
Walking gloomy shadows,
Of the fog,
I Never did like the dead birds,
Or the hogs,
I could breath through the smog,
If they, took me outta this earth,
This aint a gem,
But its infinite worth,
Lay rhymes to beats, like
Homer to Bert,
Stay locin, toned in for the smokin,
Funky medina,
Tell me have you seen her,
Mary showing up greener,
Far from a vigin,
Mics is precious, luxurious splurgin,
Hendrix gave me the sounds,
Now im urgin',
Rock to hip hop emergin surgin,
Rhymes like this, get yall to poppin to this,
Lay thick chicks pass Annie,
Or Liz Taylor,
Or maybe, link with a few hoes at Baylor,
Clean cut fade,with the parted razor,
Slice the vinyl, vibe to the beat,
As it meditates ya spinal,
Through the vibral,
courted Codex surpreme, just a rock version anthem of cream,
See everyone aint a team,
Optical flashes, once they see how ya money passes,
Through the radar, i aim pass the stars,
Settled on Mars, once i found my venus, come the cleanest,
Dolemite game,
Without using my *****,
Swing it like Venus,
Gun slanger, with multiple bangers,
They couldn't hangus,
Approach with danger,
You smell the smoke, im J Cash, rolling in a, jeep wrangler,
Coastal swanger,
Hold my toast close, than Corey and Topanga

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