Black Poetry : Keep on coming

rhymebad

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Keep on coming

My facts superior and like bacteria attack brain cells
Like alcohol And tame those fell for stupidity that smells
Produce decay just stay around microphones and domes this tells
The story, do a strong speak on streets use jaw and tongue
Stay raw and sprung off gin and juice obey the law rule of thumb
Face funky stress plus a lumpy abcess in my mouth got dentist
All variety don’t wanna be a minice to society can’t offend this
Battle deep and like cattle and sheep rattle the street when i
Stampede and revamp these scripts, reach zones and then try
Educate and devastate wanna rule the block but some fool
Shot a glock, duck my head or get struck by lead that’s not cool
Like Sarah Paling from Alaska sailing and prevailing while
Colliding with Biden in debates Obama getting votes in style
Come with true scheme and script while making routine trips
To the Seven Eleven for Pizza bold wanna be one from Heaven like
Keysha Cole, got complex style like the X-FILES supernatuaral type
Like Sculley and Moulder time to investigate some flying saucers
I got a strong crew recognize we specialize in home brew
Tune your mind to some moonshine you’ll be on some true
Stuff then, in society have collisions with foes catch it on
A variety of televisions shows combined with the twilight zone
Talk about Ebonics to rouse suspicion but it’s a chronic condition
It’s so ironic to be on mission with a microphone and a coalition
So far wise and organized cats try intimidate and eliminate
My words have facts clever they should get their act together
 
flow dat...

SO…you come with the nasty…asking me
Why so many of us clashing…then see
All da homies in da streets…soljah beat down
Sniper fire with bullets flying in the streets now
Got us littering the sidewalks like road kill
And we acting like we ruling ****…still

Why don’t we educate away our hate
And forget the nickel plate
Give a hand to help our sistahz stand
And show love…wherever we can
Life don’t have to be a game of chance…resting on our luck
Be the man our daddies taught us to be…and just stand up

COME ON WID’IT
 
Twistin effects of my gat
when my voice roar rat a tat tat
as i beat da westend street
like da x cleaning up this mess
words now confess from da best
MC's dippin lyrics leappin still they
move like night creappers against da sleepers

Change in choice by da voice
hittin notes of a winner clash on da sinners
brotherly love fist in da air
people now bound wit scary care
we still on da low from da hood flo
as i stop in da caft for a cup on tea
wondering how can it be still not free
this crap killing me .

BRING IT ON !
 

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