Black Poetry : My words speak,

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

    United States
    May 11, 2006
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    My words speak,
    heard on streets
    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 then I try //
    make my opportunity great local
    when I communicate vocal
    wow //
    my slick quotes
    are like sick folks
    just too ill to speak
    then somehow //grab and kill the street
    it’s a thrill to meet
    domination so come chow //
    down on this her major
    that twist the behavior
    or rap and HIPHOP a lot //
    this stuff shatters various matter and get phat greetings
    at meeting
    hot //
    to 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 //
    these verbs and phrase
    are words of praise
    and what I heard will amaze //
    a girl, like a whaler at seas
    this could be a nailer of sprees
    of fish raised //
    for bait
    I bet this girl got bizaare cakes
    and pies takes your eyes for days //
    into dream land
    her cream in demand
    it seems her plan
    is like mayonnaise //
    stuff goes good on her sandwich so boys are just toys on her doormat //
    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
    lick the desserts
    so quick to flirt //
    and she’s a sick twerk
    at the club shake butt
    and that’s great luck //
    I’ll take a cup of love
    hooked up with a corrupt hug
    wanna be stuck //
    In her grasp tonguing and cumming with the love talk, know how //
    We do, she a spicy brown
    on icy ground
    and I may slip and fall oh wow //
    This is twisty and risky but no whisky being drunk off this funk could //
    Cause stuff to happen
    lots of huff and puff trapping
    her with some good //
    Kissing, have loco sex
    take showers photo next
    to the flowers this girl should //
    Let me kiss her lips
    don’t want to miss the trips
    down town but no can do //
    Right now, girl a queen wearing blue lotion
    ready to set her machine in true //Motion
    already cream in her potion,
    aroused and amazed
    ready to set her //House ablaze
    with heat and flame
    a sweet dame
    with street name
    to stir //The pot luck
    got a hot butt
    with a plot to strut
    butt up in clubs she best //
    look out
    I’m shook no doubt
    Will grab cake, shake and break headboards sugguest //
    she be cool
    I see her in school
    a love letter can arrive jest love her breasts //
    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 love
    this is not an ignored matter
    stuff linking //like stored data
    her body boss with care
    like software
    a computer thinking //
    end up in HOOTER’S drinking
    ice tea
    it’s nice when she
    jest be like winking//
    her eyes a smooth dame
    wanna remove stains
    from her game but he want him //
    some sex
    and his love talk becomes vex
    and complex while in his LEX dim //the lights
    has her out on a limb tonight
    cake fine can’t
    make up her mind //
    she wants good luck
    she can get stood up
    by a hood buck
    must find //
    away around that the girl is bless, so he wanted to rap EBONICS get a hug //
    a female with a load of facts
    going down a railrod track
    want some chronic love //
    HE SAID:
    Got my ear to your door
    because I wanna hear more
    sincere pour a glass //Of wine
    you have class and fine
    and your body grasp my mind
    my task //
    Is to get a date
    and go for the wet cake
    let me bake
    it boo, ready for a nice //
    Slice of that feel me ? girl I’m from a hardcore city
    been before a committee //
    Trying to beat a case
    after a unique chase
    for some lace had to be very witty //
    To escape and oh yes the girl’s cake was good, boo you have lace and proud //
    And I’m ready to chase clouds
    to get to your exciting lightening make loud //
    Love across your skies
    girl you got boss pies
    and soft thighs
    in a crowd //
    Of folks, able to munch
    after I lay a table for lunch
    eat your bagel and drink //
    Punch like BEYONCE AND NICKI have you feeling yourself can’t think //
    A writer and a fighter with a good ear
    in the hood sincere
    and should fear //
    Falling in love
    and crawling in the club
    begging for me some that can appear //
    Tricky and camousflage
    and like NICKI MANAQ
    giggle fast
    jiggle cash
    my thing sizzle fast
    so throw some mo //
    And girl you can dance on a pole
    because your romance is bold
    pause advance with a goal
    to go //
    Hold your waist, and like USHER there can be some BEYONCE in here //
    got madd luck
    boo and that add up
    to us going out on a date very sincere //
    and may end up home with cake, it’s strange how a menu with butter appear //
    to change from one form to another, a lover with soft words must utter it clear //
    Must evaluate romance
    and calculate my chance
    a foul date can enhance my //
    Dream, so I pretend to be cool
    while my emotions begin to rule
    dance and try //
    Do the skate
    and find my true fate,
    girl your facts and flirting
    today because //You act a certain
    way and it’s hurting my play
    as burdens lay
    I should pause //
    Your lips red luck
    give me the heads up
    on when you wanna end this in bed //
    At the extreme edge
    for cream I beg
    like SANTA you have a dream sledge red //
    And bring toys to boys along with panties and candies that mess with their head //
    Dressed for bed
    your breasts incred
    comb hair impress with dreads //
    And a dew rag aligned
    while my crew lag behind
    as they brag about their rhymes //
    Witty with wisdom
    and duck gritty criticism
    quick to win developed a thick skin //
    So no tricks then
    I kick in doors with this HIPHOP so I come sick girlfriend //
    Have to wait and see
    if I can get cake for free
    so boo date me
    can’t escape //Or flee
    from this horniness
    may rap corny but bless,
    boo want your milk shake //
    Body built great,
    search to understand you
    not much I can do
    just kiss, touch and //
    Plan to git wit you
    so let me hit it boo,
    forever boss
    so clever and soft
    kiss your hand //
    Phat and amazed at this stage it’s all proper
    so don’t call the doctor
    I’m awight //
    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 carreer
    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 Corvette or 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
  2. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

    United States
    May 11, 2006
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