Black Poetry : Doing What I Do

rhymebad

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Doing What I Do

Do work at a mill and be alert with a filled tummy
Because I eat cornflakes to break the hunger like a mummy
Emperor got power like Jet Li, got to get free of this spell
Groove boldly and move slowly like an old car but well
I hold bazaare scripts that’ll scar lips if spoken wrong
Their smoking strong like burning hay earning my eay along
The tip top of HIP HOP, like a speaker I elaborate
In detail while my vocab devastate females like slab steak
Lace my shoes and fade the blues everyday it’s the very way
To survive and stay alive, not a stink softy because I pray
And drink coffee laced with brandy and it taste dandy, lay
Down the cup after sipping it’s a disaster tripping in a café
Can’t compare my flaws because I got bear claws that’ll lacerate
Arms and smack fakes that harm my game storm like rain attack fate
See a mini-skirt so revealing strat to hurt my feeling can’t
Kiss her lips even though she twist her hips I’m kneeling to faint
Have luck and fame but somewhat ashame made to feel uneasy
Have to deal with tons of sleezy things such as nicknames some greasy
Sick lames wanna label my spine but yet they unable to drop rhymes
Dealing with misled fakes give me a headache like drums in my brain
But become less in pain as the medicine break and abates my migraine
 

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