Black Poetry : No Limit to the Funk

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  1. rhymebad

    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    No Limit to the Funk

    My art is extreme and a part of a scheme called rap
    But walled and trapped then battle and rattle whack crap
    Cats write bent scripture which represent a picture of weakness
    Scrimmage with troops so my images are grouped under sleekness
    See haters in theatres because they’re trying to act and lying
    About facts so I smack down these whack clowns with frying
    Pans and Tupperware, my plan bright so I handwrite and strokes
    A pen and my hopes begin to look up, shook up about the spokes
    On my bicycle the chrome glitter so at home consider chain lube
    As a plain dude that can win with SCHIWN so my game rude
    Look I dodge fakes they like large apes with dog like muzzles
    My rhymes clogs their hussles in the fog my eye vision tussles
    Dispatches heat leave dark colored patches on cheeks so wash
    Your face and march on pace drum majors lots of freaks get squash
    My step doubles as I’m left with troubles I stay thug god bless J HUD
    Family no love for this type calamity somebody lost it, thirst for blood
    Some cats walk among the wild like a young child and lie like crazy
    And become a cry baby pledge wrecked when they neglect the lazy
    Rhymes in their rap, my trends are different, attend these infants like baby
    Sitters, dispatcher of sparks got a bachelor of arts an academic degree
    No limit to the spree I spit like Master P I’m a disaster like storm debris
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    Da world of hurt ....this was mad tyte
     
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    Whoa...I think you Really Brought that Rhymebad
    Flow on Bro
     
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    rhymebad Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thanks for the props on this one for real yall
     
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    DISS TO REEZ

    Don’t have a mellow trend and your fellow friend is whackness
    Can’t win factless, couldn’t fly above the clouds in a jet not an actress
    And your slop mattress is not a posterpeutic so you can’t sleep well
    As a freak infidel having nightmare about Freddy Krueger doing swell
    On a sweaty computer your spine lame I’ll bind it with chain it smells
    You crave for fame so engrave your name on the Walls-of-Shame
    Your garbage source is not a college course just a flunky with no aim
    My rhymes feast on your vapor should sign a piece of paper saying
    You will never rap again I trap hens like you just a chicken laying
    Eggs while I’m slaying heads the colonel at KFC know you can’t
    Be a deft MC rhymes not finger licking couldn’t shine if you paint
    Your rhymes with finger nail polish even Jerry Springer would fail
    And abolish your trailer park trash a failer in art class can’t prevail
    You a whore scrub at best can’t soar above the rest go to the lab conduct
    More tests on your brain dome lame and stiff like Frankenstein corrupt
    Couldn’t be a monster in rap acting in an odd thrilla as Godzilla
    You not king and you wear slop bling so can you give me your titile
    or live suicidal if you battle these I rattle trees like the wind I’m vital
     
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