Black Poetry : My words speak

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    May 11, 2006
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    My words speak
    and like a bird’s beak
    peck cats on the head //
    With phat threads
    right here on the internet so don’t be misled //
    This is very sick
    and gonna take a heavy stick
    to beat it down //
    Got both feet on the ground
    hear a girl’s voice is a sweet sound //
    get butter absurd
    when I utter words
    of love just clutter a girl’s sky //
    like birds
    so these fly verbs have wings like REDBULL that I try //
    make my opportunity great local
    when I communicate vocal
    a lie //
    not good to tell
    without that some could excel
    this stuff hitting strong //
    sip with my lips, Got a backpack
    with the exact facts
    written on //
    paper eat a bundle Of chips with dip, skip the dressing love the song //
    now see a girl there be worlds of beauty
    plus she hurls booty
    be home //
    with just panties on, I’ve peeped enough
    on how she keep stuff
    in order //
    restricted pies
    are like convicted spies they have a lock and key
    and that //shock me \
    to know that ready to go at landing a date
    her body so phat //planning to escape
    this party habitat holding hands, she’s wet and able //
    ready to set a table
    for lace and a kiss
    then place her dish
    and bagel //
    on the tablecloth
    so stable and soft
    lick the desserts
    so quick to flirt //
    the harmony tonight
    can put an army in flight
    boys parachute for this //
    cute and be in affairs torn
    as her love go airborne
    one absolute kiss //
    can cause a drop zone
    she so not alone some boys’ plot gone
    south //
    she model every inch
    could write a novel in French
    on her mouth //
    lips so red
    and can flip a bed
    with her charms
    she prefer the arms
    of true //
    gents, she’s a sea of love
    that could be on rug
    at home her strut is so new //
    to him her perfume a boss smell
    the scent come across well
    so he think boo //
    I’m equipped to give a quick holler
    he wants lipstick on his collar
    whoopy doo //
    lace fine
    like a case of wine can’t erase his mind
    busy thinking
    dizzy sinking //
    into love
    but have the menu of a scrub
    because he lie a lot now he’s winking //
    his eyes wanting pies to touch
    but the he lies too much
    so she’s aware of that //
    she wants good luck
    but she can get stood up
    by his whack promises the stats //
    in the background
    shows he’s a whack clown
    so she takes a chill pill so hats //
    off the girl is bless, so he wanted to rap EBONICS get a hug
    and later some // chronic love
    HE SAID:
    Boo I’m wearing bling
    and we could be sharing spring
    the trees have green // Shoots
    and you’re a queen cute
    an absolute desire for boys on an extreme // Search
    I dream much about you, seem to touch
    my true heart a real beam //
    Of light at night
    it’ll be a phat delight
    to have you there under my bed // Covers
    as we discovers new stuff as lovers
    got my shoe buffed with KIWI my head //
    Strung out
    Misled I’m sprung no doubt,
    but never a savage phony //
    Ready to attend a marriage ceremony got a baby carriage and SONY //
    CD so here comes the bride
    afterward thumb a ride
    head for home //
    so boo I’m thinking lips
    but have to abandon this sinking ship
    girl //
    let me float
    your wet boat
    and get to choke
    you with kisses, my world //
    could drown in your lake
    while going down town for cake
    and like EARL //
    THE PEARL I wanna lay up and score galore before the game over curl //
    You hair with BLUE MAGIC
    this is a true tragic
    have no girl these days //
    Let’s go
    to the ghetto
    got stuff on my mind your body truly do amaze // me here
    and like a stage career
    a cutie act
    with booty in the back
    and that blaze //
    you’re female, sometimes go to nice club
    but a knife of love
    hangs over your //
    head and chokes
    plus slang have misled folks,
    so I have galore friends but before // I begin need a kiss
    in order to proceed with this
    no doubt boo
    it’s all about you //
    And nobody else
    and boo you party by yourself,
    girl we can be gone in Hummer //
    Just need your phone number
    on a piece of paper,
    feast on the vapors this summer //
    Doomed by Perfume in my room, want luck in an affair
    before I cut my hair,
    true man //
    Need a new plan
    and my crew stand
    beside me
    so boo lets ride and see the land //
    From my sedan
    for butters I thirst
    but must think of others first
    so take my hand //
    It’s not unkind
    to have fun with wine
    it’ll make your sunshine
    in a glass fast //
    I’m shook in here
    and like the book of year
    you turn my pages girl can’t pass //
    By you
    I try not to
    look but I’m hooked like fish on bait
    so I wish for cake //
    my mind twist around
    and like CHRIS BROWN
    got a drop top no sunroof or diamond in the back fiber seats the way to go //
    a song with flaws
    are like strong claws
    they scratch your ear
    and don’t dispatch // a clear
    message, but girl I get sprung
    thinking about your wet tongue
    your hatch // is open