Black Poetry : EDIBLE FLAVOR

rhymebad

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the strength in my lips helps the length of my scripts they’re a unique
twenty feet with plenty heat why wimpy freaks try to defeat me eat
out my hands, bite my style and write wild I’m in your lame brains
like migraines head aches just some plain misled fakes no aim
Look in the streets I’m all about and my father bawl me out
For smoking cess, hoping the best come out of this no doubt
Founded out it devastation not having an education time to shout
I feel better so let me kneel clever in prayer just to clear the air
It appear fair to strive for success and survive as best and comb my hair
Try rhyme great and sick and like an escaped convict it hard to capture the rapture
A fugitive like Harison Ford mommy ain’t home scared of Tommy Lee Jones chapters
Being on the right route is clear hard to be a knight without fear just ask
Sir Lancelot after he advanced to the top got to wear bling proper high class
Like king Author at last, success double the sound and like a troubled hound
People howl at you if your style is true my post almost become a warewolf renowned
When the moon is full this tune can pull fans from lands away have to chill out
Can’t snooze on the news it be spreading foul like wedding vows some ill clout
“So do yall take these rhymes as vocab bold to have and to hold true through
Thick and thin and stick them within your heart and let them never depart you”
“Yeah RHYMEBAD we do”,
 

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