Black Poetry : Blk Beat club 054

[$$RICH$$]

Strokin da mic, cross in flyte MC's flippin delight
as i clash lyrics on da dime, room filled in turpentine
smelly clash from da rhyems of buckweat treat
got me steppin lyte banggin tyte for da stage set
layin down da bet as da club song play beats of
hoodz city streets and witchy wash toss at boss
lost for time bright lights shine on da spot
where my words rock to a none stop on twisted notes
got 'em going for broke wit da stroke poeticly
it was da plan formality as Rappers repeat
but i vibe an treat made em weak can't put me to sleep
i play fo keeps , yo my dime is tyte floors trimbles
off da verbs and syllables i become rhythm & blues
taking fools to school mastering da tools and rules
at da club as my boyz rollin in on dubs clashing da boom
rockin da room in maze as they glaze at my shoes
then she bust a move nasty and smooth as i cruse slowly
out da door takening it hard core

 

[watzinaname]

Sounds like it was on in the club that night, and so were you brotha. Smooth vibe.

 

[Da Street So'ja]

i wonder

what will happen when you and shawty leave the club


together......................


lol

great vision

you made me feel like i was in da club too.

peace

 

[$$RICH$$]

yeah watz it was a night to remember as poet's clashed like true MC's

man so'ja it was banggin !

thankz family