Black Poetry : Dropping Real

rhymebad

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Dropping Real

My acceptance of lyrics delight rappers so I write chapters
Of rhymes from my divine mind it’s time to educate rap crafters
Leave twinkles in their eyes when I sprinkle skies like jet smoke
They get choked off thick sick lyricism and wisdom by my quotes
My features are like teachers don’a accept excuses that help looses
My brain to administer punishment for not listening plot twisting juices
In skulls and rip hulls off fruits even seagulls salute the nemesis
On these premises // asked to parties to see girls flash bodies blemishes
My imagination, the funk in clubs have me drunk on Bud and be crunked
As a lost thug mean and sunk like a submarine with torpedos. I love
To dance in search of a true romance a slow song is on girl hugs
Are wanted, on summer evenings in my hummer proceeding down
Remote roads with dope load of CD’S being VIP is leading me around
Ill with nice lines defines a still life rhyme kill strife with lime
Too many haters cause plenty craters on my moon soon it’ll be time
To retire my fire even the dragons dodge got covered wagon large
Like the Sanfrancisco gold rush in 1849 got a heavy Chevy in the garage
That’ll clutter the sky with them butterfly doors because stunting is habit
Like CHRIS BROWN my stuff brisk and renowned now I’m hunting rabbits
Got a fettish for lettuce in Wal Mart got to have it, taking them Hip Hop tablets
 

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