Black Poetry : Break Bread Wit BROTHERMAN

MADDRAPPER

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Break Bread Wit BROTHERMAN

Rip script flowing while tiptoeing grip MADDOG
Not even knowing you all drunk of this fog
The funk twist dialogue like Shakespeare then
Break clear of wackiness with sincere acuteness when
We spit and disperse information into a diverse population
And make a legal distinction like an eagle in another dimension
Fly to the moon and be to the sky soon living off pension
On angel status no more danger holy apparatus and these
Cats still be at us, in some capacity scum is a nasty disease
But rum is a classy squeeze but you can get glassy knees
And be black and sassy in the breeze
Like postal orders we deliver slaughters on costal waters
We got a host of mortars ready to explode while some falters
So Brotherman make these other cats understand go ahead
And flow with your dreads dude don’t be rude Ok MADD
We stay bad need a system of protection because spit glad
Wisdom in all direction our rhythm is a reflection of Hip Hop
And funk we rip shop on a punk even as a rejection we tip top
So we tied a slip knot in your plan with a hardcore scan don’t test me
We over in DESTEE where the rest be they know we spit the best spree
Like timber we get slimmer and dimmer when cut down, so therefore
We quick to slap a **** or a clown so you better sit your butt down
Like air we above the land and love to expand all around
Like a thug I stand abound in the club I’m the man wear a crown

MADDRAPPER PEACE
 
Yo, this is how I visualized it...

Rip script
flowing while tiptoeing
grip
MADDOG
Not even knowing you all drunk of this fog

The funk twist dialogue like Shakespeare
then Break clear
of wackiness with sincere
acuteness

when We spit and disperse information into a diverse population

And make a legal distinction
like an eagle in another dimension
Fly to the moon
and be to the sky
soon living off pension
On angel status
no more danger
holy apparatus

and these Cats still be at us

in some capacity
scum is a nasty disease
But rum is a classy squeeze
but you can get glassy knees
And be black
and
sassy
in the breeze

Like postal orders
we deliver
slaughters on costal waters
We got a host of mortars
ready to explode
while some falters

So Brotherman
make these other cats understand
go ahead
And flow with your dreads

dude
don’t be rude
Ok MADD
We stay bad
need a system of protection
because spit
glad Wisdom in all direction
our rhythm is a reflection of Hip Hop
And funk we rip shop
on a punk even as a rejection we tip top

So we tied a slip knot in your plan
with a hardcore scan
don’t test me
We over in DESTEE
where the rest be
they know we spit the best spree
Like timber we get slimmer
and dimmer
when cut down,

so therefore

We quick to slap a **** or a clown
so you better sit your butt down
Like air
we above the land and love to expand
all around
Like a thug
I stand abound
in the club I’m the man
wear a crown

...didn't change a thing just rearranged the architecture to see what you think...holla back....by the way, if I was posting, I would drop a lovely one to continue this one...but in time...we'll flow
 

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