Black Poetry : A Short Keystyle

MADDRAPPER

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Apr 1, 2001
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A Short Keystyle

You a fake with no metaphor so what you take me for?
Wealth without friends no doubt your Health ends hardcore
My identity is like Kennedy Presidentintial and I’m residential
Your skills are rental like used lawn mowers not essential
You cut grass become a **** fast and leave weeds in your
Retard yard of thought so all is lost your rhyme fall false galore
Inspite of circumstances I have to fight for chances to explore
New ground have to ignore quiet a few clowns and close the door
 
Like it

~I knew it from day one
Da way he played around wit hiz words and tongue
And teased az if to say
I got you first
~~~~~~~~~
If I knew
Da wayz of deze catz
Before I listened to dey smack

I would have been
Gone in a flash
Like a pick pocket
Looking for quick cash

Da mean facez
Have no placez
In the midst of me

You wanna front
Call me a ~ ****~
You don't really be knowin who I be

You use derogatory wordz
Studder
Thinkin of many accuses

Betta remember
That my venom
Plan to stay and poision whateva get in my way

Hope you don't forget it
The way I poise myself
And spit it

Da pleasure iz mine
While I speak in rhyme
While I tweak one time
On the mic
Fa a dyme
Casual and pretty shy

Vocabulary
Compared
There ain't no similarities
To my kind

Sick of a da categories
Dey seem to find
Put me in ma place
Find a way to put a label

The really dirty low down
When dey smile in ya face
And put you down
To make it ya crown

They put a fowl mouth
On ya body
And make you dey property
Fa a crowd
Dey vicious
But think they dilicious
And fine az wine

Da picture is screamin
Fa attention
And gleamin
In the lime light
So bright

You think you have em
Den they pull a fast one
Like da Kings in da Staples Coliseum

You try ta blast em
Find out you can't get past them
Till you humble at dey feet

A room full of silence
Gets quiet when some one speaks dey mind and
Everyone has something to say

Once da situation
Has been contained

I'm sick of all dis mess
Laugh in ya face
Den wanna bless

Whateva, I think it lame
Can't find ya aim
Need someone to blame
Fa what you lack inside

What you need
You can't find it in me
So stop bein envious

Ain't hatin on you
Just lovin me
So why it gotta be necessary
Fa da ordinary
To shine fa a moment in time
Even if the positive turn to the negative
A smooth criminal
Can be dey guide...

It's just loose rap
Gettin sick and tired of it!

Honestly I'm skeptical
Waiting fa you to show me da proof
Switch it one time, ya know?
Brotha could you do it

Den show show show show show show show
Show me
Like the an earthquake
Growling underneathe the pavement
And earth's crest you know what I mean
Feel me?
Hearin me?
Darin me?
I'm real as what I believe
Insinc & hip to da game
Look around
Ain't no one ta blame

Put da evidence out dere
Cuz it's rare to be bare naked
And bare ya soul
Unashamed
I have nothing to loose but everything to gain, feel me?

Liked ya scribe Madd, Stay positive, man
Desert Storm
 

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