Black Poetry : a BLACK SOUL SISTA sweet With her stroll blista the street She’s provided with a gift His flow collided swift With her red lips Her head may slip And

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About her aw girl he needs
Some his flow clean
And like chlorine
It’s added to water.
To do a mad slaughter
On bacteria
He has facts and superior.
She flows strong today.
And go on to say.
No to boy trying to knock.
Her boots she’s definitely a hot
Cute, this is a hot potato.

 

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Cute, this is a hot potato.
And like a chopped tomato
This has flavor dominate with quotes.
Then accommodate folks.
Like a hotel
He’s the type that flow well.
He rhymes for cake.
And its design to take.
A nice slice
after twice the advice
To do so with no price.
Attached then dispatch.

 

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Attached then dispatch.
Some love talks.
Thought he had planned it right.
But now stranded tonight.
On a lonely road
His only code
Is a flat tire.
And a phat desire
for a fine chick
He’s short on bling no doubt.
And now have to sort things out.
Words caused him to go insane.

 

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Words caused him to go insane
So pause his flow is flame
Grab a beer a feast is at hand
Right here on this piece of land
See a girl It’s a February flirt.
Could led to literary work.
Yeah, boo have to change a tire.
And you have strange fire.
In her panties he bet
They’re wet that’s how they get.
She has cake and breasts.
But like the rate of progress

 

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But like the rate of progress
Boys are slow.
They wanna get in the car and go.
An amateur in bizarre arts
Is like a manager in car parts.
Have to find stuff.
And be kind enough.
To explain
He has sex in the brain.
Shouted while his flow steams.
And scouted by pro teams.
Like football players