Black Poetry : My words true and like third avenue thugs they wild out

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My words true and like third avenue thugs they wild out
    My style be about reality this grammar forms a circle no doubt
    And storm like Urkel on route to Family Matters some crazy clout
    Discovered dragons under covered wagons like pioneers during
    The gold rush now it’s a bold hush as fright flight over the land alluring
    Danger, hell I need Excalibur and Merlin hurling magic using
    Creative vibes I’m being attacked by native tribes of tragic abusing
    My folks and not amusing with quotes, became a bazaar thug
    Grabbed a jar and rubbed a jeannie appeared should’ve plugged
    The jar I feared pull my gun she turned it into a bundle of flowers
    Thought I had dropped my glock holding a flock of roses for hours
    Most I learned was discipline like a host of firms doing rubber research
    Her lover’s touch was an experiment end up troubled very much
     
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    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Enjoyed your wordplay here, rhymebad.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    man ya dope lyrics was fire diggin da words here bruh
     
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