Black Poetry : My rap stand ready to adapt plans

rhymebad

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My rap stand ready to adapt plans

and now claps the fans

Use a map to scan

My luck and skills

and duck the landfills not a pan

Handler, HIPHOP a wise attraction

and now realize my action

Skills mad built

and If I add milk

it’ll change to a strange bowl of cornflakes

have to adorn the greats

and rearrange my soul may have a fake name

but here to take aim

at microphones

And tame domes

like puppy hounds and kitty cats give bones

To dogs if they bark and play darts with bulleyes unknown

See fighting

and be frightened fists fly like lightning

by igniting

the sky of knock outs

I’m on a hot route

to try and correct my mission

my dialect is on collision

with Ebonics snd HIPHOP

have to rip shop

with grammar its so ironic

To hammer brains with words and verbs got gin and tonic

In my glass, have phat skill

that will

not fit on paper

has legit vapor

like tear gas

bring cats to fear fast

this jazz cannot be understood

it’s thunder in the hood
 

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