Black Poetry : Being In

[rhymebad]

Being In

A distinguish vet with the English alphabet flow bounce
I pronounce words and verbs and its all heard every ounce
Through a true microphone none of this is hidden it could
Be a written or printed representation ands till be all good
Even fast troops in a class or group could march to this
During the fight with Katrina I was like a striped hyena
Ran for higher ground rowing down a river like Ike and Tina
I try peace but like a high priest end up praying and staying
For more flood condition blood and crucifiction many slayings
On my drop top have empowering rims resembling flowering
Stems so I bloom with a tune in the CD yall know I’m towering
Showering in cologne while cowering at home just can’t run
The street without a gun or heat, this stuff is like a sail son
It propel ships while I flow well in scripts best take a pleasure
Cruise and enjoy the treasure of this smooth flow can’t measure
This, got a yard that encloses chicken and livestock I’m deft MC
And like KFC stuff finger licking at five oclock make me a VIP
In the hood for good greasy lips, biscuits and be plum sick with
A drumstick a crowd come quick to share some buffalo wings lift
The hot sauce my plot is boss

 

[$$RICH$$]

Hot n' spicy mild and tasty keep droppin'em

 

[watzinaname]

Particularly enjoyed your rhyme scheme in this one rhymebad, and how line built upon the previous one.

 

[rhymebad]

hey yall thanks for the props on this have to keep on coming like this for real