"tippin" poems
I've been lying
Tryin' to make like my says were more than
Tippin' my head and
Letting ink run onto papers
(to be later typed up for the general public)
Wanted to be all
Art and whatever
Use words to weave beautiful things, but
It came out wrong 'cause
They were saying honest things,
Average things,
from an
average Joe
Runnin' his dumb mouth
My name is Runaway Joe.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
Ko Ko to Go Go
a prelude to a kiss
dance with Chubby Checker
lift a slo gin fizz
Head bobs to Be Bop
flip the B Side now
mellowtune in monotone
two ears for stereo wow!
Wonderment of Duke and Miles
swinging kool birthin boplicity
urban crush the hipsters rush
jazz joints cross the city
Firery sax emote a clash
strain ears of credulity
Lester leaps creative heat
nips harden on my *******
Max taps exotic wax
Django's quick pickin
finger snaps flip my lid
lips deliciously sippin
Eurozone a Zen zone
a blue infinitive smokin
big peeps dig don pink wigs
fat spliffs hot token
My new suede shoes
walks west end blues
Pop's cornet got me tippin
his open blast first to last
I like cornbread, barbecue
and fine home jazz cookin
jbm
Oakland
3/12/10
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
Let the beat meditate your noggin' joggin'/
ya memory til ya get Tired never gone Retire/
from this Game like **** **** James/
from Goodtimes i remember the Good Times/
when the world was Alive now everythings Concealed/
reality is nothin' but Joke children gettin' bad Yoke/
from generation to generation gets worse to worse/
weak pulse im seeing visions of the Hearse/
mind gone i need of a Resurrection but my Heat is my Only Protection/
cuz ****** be trippin' sherm dippin' tippin'/
in my Hood swangin' on 4 w/ vogues cool i Suppose?/
but don't know that blow ya Slang hurtin' the Nose/
of victims Cocaina is the Product from the Devil Intellectual levels are Doomed/
dumbin' us down with Indoctrination seems like our Destination is bein' in Incarceration/
but im gone continue to fight with my fullest might-
Endeavor too Clever ridin' through Stormy Weather can't Sever/
me from this **** i Spit/
too too real o so fine Lookin' for a fine Dime i can wife Mine/
but too many Single Mother lookin' too much Off a Brother because of another Brother/
who told them that he loved them just wanted To **** them/
and Impregnate them/
baby girl stuck at Home all Alone/
strugglin' to feed her baby but the Father ain't in the Presence/
so she Becomes hesitant/
sell her *** for Cash cuz Bills bout to take Clash/
hittin' Roof Top i Pause & Stop/
take a Quick Glance/
shakin' my head in Disgrace still wishin' for Amazing grace/
but it's Hard to knock the Grin off a Demons Face/Paper Chase is our Am Ambition/caged animal Subliminal Messages so ya Can't Comprehend/
no Boyz to Men but im steadily In Philly? rollin' a Phillie/
Blunt Hunt ***** pullin' Stunts/with two hands tied behind my Back Hocus Pocus/
Nigguh back to Reality im just Playin' G this is the Philosophy/
of Yosef don't Lose Focus/
pay attention cuz they waitin' for us to Fall & Gall/
and keep us confined in a Circle that me and you Can't See but im goin' to Remain Vigilant ya See...
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
I'm light when I smile
I'm strength when I walk
I'm joy when I talk
But I'm made out of glass
A pebble's a boulder
A breeze is a cyclone
A trip is a quake
I'm made out of glass
I'm tippin and toein
And nobody's knowing
I struggle to show it
I'm made out of glass
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Doin' a little drinkin' tonight
Doin' a little thinkin' tonight
Smokin' a cig as I sit here and dig inside my head for thoughts of positivity.
Doin' a little soul searchin' tonight
Doin' a little liein' to myself tonight
Tippin' a bottle up and feelin' it burn all the way down to my core.
Doin' a little hurtin' tonight
Doin' a little cryin' tonight
Enhaling smoke and ingesting nicotine with each drag I take.
Fightin' a little battle tonight
Screamin' inside my head tonight
My body is weary my soul distressed and tore.
Doin' a little forgettin' tonight
Doin' a little rememberin' tonight
With each sip I take it feels like such a contradiction of my feelings.
Feelin' a little lost tonight
Feelin' a little tipsy tonight
With each enhale and exhale the more confused I get.
Feelin' a little uncertain tonight
Feelin' a little bitter tonight
How much more of this can I take?
Holdin' on tonight for dear life
Lettin' go tonight for heaven's sake
Every beat of my heart proves I still must endure this life and these feelings.
Wantin' to talk to you tonight
Wantin' to hold you tight tonight
When I feel the cool night breeze on my cheek I snap out of thoughts and back to reality.
Wantin' to run away tonight
Wantin' to stand still tonight
Every star I count is just a wish that won't come true.
Bein' alone tonight
Bein' sad tonight
So I'm gonna try and drink all these thoughts, feelings, and frustrations away tonight.
Author Notes
this is a typical night for me lately....
© Ashley Rodden. All rights reserved
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
LSD
acid rain
slowly detaching
feel no pain
lights all blur
colours smear
cold wind blowing
whispers her song in my ear
nerves tense up
panic saunters in
if I dont keep sippin' this water
the bad tippin' will win
a bubble surrounds me
but I can still see clearly through
a new found understanding
of just what is really true
you placed a cymbal on a drum
to play for us your show
sparks fly off, with every hit
and time moves endlessly slow
I smoke, but I feel no satisfaction
my fingers swell like sausage links
I wonder if it's all for real, or
if it's just what my mind thinks
this is a musical trip today
we jam, and fry, and blaze
we laugh, because we can't understand, like
no sentences are made from the words we say
soon I long for my cocoon
to swaddle my self in warm
while your laces turn to snakes
unafraid, they mean no harm
the morning eventually comes
but feels like she's been here all along
the rising sunlight hurts my eyes
as the morning birds sing their songs
Maybe I'll get breakfast....
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
You see the catz??
They be wack
I spit like that chick Freda Gatz
I got Empire that start fire
Reachin' for theMessiah
Gett the blessin'
From Pac n Big
Even Scarface gave me a bid
Hardest in the pit
Noshit
My lyrics spit harder than a fat brick
Flip it
We livin good yall
And ya never see me talk to the laws
My fashion clean in a gangsta lean
N if you want drama ill call Mr Clean
Thats my gat fool
Soul food for ya body fool
Ya know rules
Dont step out of line
Unless u ready to fined uh
They see through
I feel my hood brothers
Saying they need you
Me im refering too
I keep it street yall
**** all these gay *** **** mayne
Fools wearin' skirts
Then claim they puttin' in work
Soft as **** followin' gimmicks
When i shed wisdom
Everybody gettin lit
Sunshine for yo mind
Still puttin a middle finger to one time
I stay in my grind
I got no time
For haters they only make me greater
How can ya play me they cant slay me
Im on top so cAN they stop me
They were bullet proof vest
I aim high for ya head notyo chest
Gotta alot bones roll with thugs
Jackin' rich ******* hit multiple swtiches
Swang i
On vogues sittin' on fours tippin'
With the wood grain drippin'
Hate them cuz they hate me
Got my whole clique
Backin' me
In the industry they need real emcee
Likeme ya see
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
I don’t stop
When I cop
All this rock
In my hand
Or I chill
With a pill
And I’m
Noddin again
All this ****
I agree
Is my way to get by
And the molly
Good golly
Helps me Find
Reasons why
LSD
***
Now I’m in
Outer space
Then a shot
Watch the clock
Always loosing
The race
All this ***
A new Ex
And I don’t
Really care
Life in hell
My own cell
And I don’t
Think it’s fair
As I walk through
This storm
And I scream
Out in pain
Like a weight
Pushin down
Someone else
In my brain
Always holdin
Me back
Whispers that
I’m insane
Never up
Always down
Like I’m playin
A game
With the odds
And the scales
Tippin further
Away
Still I walk
And I talk
Like I think
That I know
But I’m really
As blind
As a fool
In the snow
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
reverend, hold on to yours heathers
pay homage in…
cold handshakes, several different when
shades weigh the same together
pretty present in existence
since sense began…
priests dressed in electric black shells
figurine sand to ocean bell sickness
pushing gapes
pulling weight
praise and break
point and gaze
motormouth mona and water without europa
wont causeway why…
mind, body, soul and soda
your holy holes in water cry souls and cola
jade green ***** curdled in cloth
terrorise terracotta blue…
his scissor cynicism floating down deep
too far in thoughts honed in drunken sleep
rotten down faith
mustard and grapes
horses in hays
the churchbell face
sipped tears in a moody blues foot
heavens name
boredom, chair tippin’ lemon gums loose
sevens straight
one is day
horned rims and your empty plates
passing on passing on passing on shoes
passed out passion with the stuff you use
no collide no collide no sliding streams
wont bother anyone but simply confuse
kholum bala froze dog brush minds
chrome collars punching trees and diamond vines
woke up at your stomach and started to sink
doesnt it look like someones had too much to think
man/woman, father/mother, sister/brother
simply cut curtains at every corner, hastily turn
to your side and roll onto the edge of your forwardness
diagonally push a fist backward from a snowy pitch
roll ten thousand times in a smooth fabric yaw
and **** down the barrel of my jaw
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
yea i got young honeys
that sell me drug money
aint nothin funny
******** like Gunny
boys intervene leave they necks runny
it dont matter the time crime
down for mine everytime
i pull the nine flat line
or machete
chop ya up like spaghetti
thwy wasnt ready
for yosef coming most of
rhe lyric so funky foggy
ya clear it periods
they cab see me drug slangin
mute those who lippin
tippin on my qs in case of set trippin
load them clips in
call a few of my partners
or disciples in
after couple shots of hen and gin
we put an end to sin and then
theyll remeber
the yosef cold as the december
month pull stunts
stay skunked and drunked
almost dunk
my mind into a pit of hell
my story neva fails
if ya crosss ill still prevail
living well
lookin for ghost to
come out they shell
ya cant bail im on ya trail
sell yeyo
cuz be fienin for yummy
crummy
for the love of that moneyyy!!!!
Foe the luv of them greens
**** and money
Got me chasin fantasies
I'm stuck in a daisy never me lazy crazy
As can be put yo chips my chips in
An nd together we could be rippin
Up mics smokin em like pipes
My yearn for these dead presidents
Might cost ya life and you'll be
Living with dead resident never hesitant
To make moves to show and prove
And you know who?
Be coming with 64s top low
Haters stay low or embrace the halo
Luv the smell of yeyo
To my nose takin major blows
Quick dose of reality my locality
Be in the pits of hell o well
Take a trip wirh me as I sail
Through ocean of money
So fools don't think it's funny
I'm coming up quick with them knots
Sells from fat rocks
Cuz I Be itching for the luv of the moneyyyyyyy
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Sittin' on a pedestal
A mile high
Pen stays Eagle Tippin'
Ink slung from the sky
Sit back suckers
And watch me get mine
Dedicated to fire
I'll stay on my grind
Let it rip forever
Till the end I'll shine
No need to wonder
I've seen a sign
And all y'all patiently waiting
It's time
To turn these grapes I write
Into sweet tasty wine
No longer is the need
To drop a dis in a rhyme
Or battle straw men
Of any kind
Time to leave
The petty ******** behind
And aim for the stars
In which I strive
Sit back and enjoy life
It's a beautiful ride
Regardless of what y'all think
I've still not reached my prime
But as soon as I do
You'll know it's arrived
Don't get me wrong
I still got fits that need to be tied
And I still vent
By busting lyrics when I ride
And I still love to get on up
Mile high to raw hide
Until I die
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Tippin hats and packing revolvers,
Hell and back a thousand times forever,
Riding on my horse,
To the ends of the earth , no remorse,
No mercy , no greed , not even money,
I just wanna shoot and **** the best , I bet you think its funny,
If we have a stand off with the towns people hiding,
Bet you won't shoot it first, but anything sufficing,
Bar fights,
With a house full of ******
3 stacks for prostitution,
But I'll never lust a *****
Face burnt to the side,
Similarly to Jonah hex or the ride,
Smoke in my mouth, gun strap to me like the horses saddle,
Being shot at better crouch , just to win the battle.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Play pool like you do
With me tippin over next to you
Grab me by my jeans, in your T, unsweet
Kiss me with your whiskey
I know that you miss me
In a cloud of smoke, we'll go up
I get the king chair
With the quilt showing off my hair
In the middle of the room
Everything in view
Metal walls, I have it all
Sound system and the air kissin
The lights inside keep it lookin like my favorite season
Year round, won't turn down
My favorite place on this side of town
In the way back past the gate
A swing hangin from the prettiest tree I've ever seen
How I love to play
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
Hate us hate us hate us hate us
Check my guns that bust flow platinum plus
Got the game on tarantula rap Dracula
Suckin' the game dry from the bullets that fly across ya head like a taste of high
Reverse my birth so I can make worth hit em where it hurts
Pockets felt from the death delt fear smelt
Under my enemies embrace my energy faster than a black hole outta space you outta place you an alien
Tippin'out of bounds what's that sound? Bodies hittin' the grounds once my voice sounds
On the mic you know I get the bids right grip it tight tighter then a virgins pliers amplier set to higher
The more the degrees the more they fall to the knees in pleas my guns sneeze
Givin' bless you night line specials
Read across the board becoming a hoard
A lost demon breathin' none relievin' souls retrievin' got em teethin' yo who do you believe in?
Better say Yosef or my gats to ya melon becomes explosive made ferocious guerillas known to be killas focused on scrillas got a a few villas
Me classa Bentleys on the front of my castle I got greyskulls and a closet full
Of mics and turntables breakin'any label thought you was Cain til I was Able
To knock ya down buried ya crown found
By arche-ologist I suggest your best bet its to bow to my set a super threat none could hit
Bars harder than the me ruthless as the Bush adversary who am I just another waitin' to die
Retrace my thoughts in the sky made for wise no ties visualize my sinister enterprise make spirits between womens thighs glare in her eyes she catch my phallus rise and then becomes re- energize
Makin' a pride a lion that hide his true identityto infinite and beyond compared to none some call me Satan
Cuz I be the luminous one flash out a gun sparkin' targets regardless Ill always get hits
On the chart sticking like darts part
The seas and the lands from my energy that spans elastic as rubberbands stand against my clan ya bound to be left with a ****** tan
......
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC