Black Poetry : Being On time

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Being On time

    The devastation of full romantics is like the gravitation
    Pull on planets it attracts other bodies and bring crack
    And lovers to parties, cash is great but it fascinate hustlers
    And smash the fate of busters then pass hate in big clusters
    Unites charms and write storms that blow s stuff like Katrinia
    In the type arena like Galadiators and mad haters watching Tina
    And Ike in the thunder dome should talk to Russell crowe
    About my muscle flow pump iron and tussle with foe
    In clubs some of the worse fighting, first lightning then
    Its thunderous associate which are fists of fury from men
    Can twist a jury my friend, seeing harm is being charmed
    By money like bees swarm over honey folks be alarmed //
    Hate sorrow love spaghetti like Mario Andretti enter a race
    Ate dinner at her place became a winner of lace really embraced
    Her checkered flag panties a boner in Daytona at a beauty pace
    Stay smart and it all play a part in rap rhyming is duty and grace
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Not everything we attract is positive, sometimes what appears to be sheep, are actually wolves dressed up as such. On time rhyme, rhymebad.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    man this hit the spot because everything we cross not sweet
     
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