Black Poetry : One Fu pt.2

[skrybe7]

Dedicated to cousin Larry baby for beatin' me like a step-child 6 games in a row in chess and talkin' all that smack the whole time. hahaha. It was all about game 7.

I let my bishop
slip n
slide n
di -
agonal
angles
strangle
yo' rook don't look
I'm blastin'
plastic castles
I'm past yo'
last row
of mc killas
enter yo' villa
like dawn of the deadly
but this ain't thrilla
yo' pawns is spread see
when it's war I hate you
tastin' blood when I mate you
break you
take you
to the rim it's
limits
you can't face boo
chase you
make you race through
traces of lyrical shrapnel
lyrically crack yo' back no
chance fo' dat flow
on my way back from places
you still tryin' to get to
hit you wit' true wit you
still can't spit boo
catchin' mad head winds
like dead zones
ya head's blown and thrown
when I freak a flow
and uh...
thereIgothereIgothereIgo

Come feel the force of my one fu
be tha one to run through
my one two and undo
these web words I spun boo
it's untrue
half of the ish they construe
but you can try again when you
come to...
haHA

don't trip, it's all in fun...

 

[Euphoria]

lol. I love the way this piece flows.
Nice work.
Wish I'd read pt 1. I mite go c if I can find it

*Emma*

 

[amberly]

LOL cute piece, fun read, i think i need to peep out part 1 also



am

 

[skrybe7]

Thanx ya'll. The first part is off topic, or isn't about chess
so I didn't post it.

 

[Sista Steele]

A poem about chess? This is lyrical flow at its best. Keep on keepin on.