Black Poetry : PUFF THE PLAY'D OUT DRAGON

[MRS. LADY]

Last night
u didn' get an answer

cause like tina turner
u just a private dancer

and any ole music will do

well i don't need another hero mad max
i got skillz and i will level ur crew

so karma chameleaon
u like that group changin faces

but where big at
cause i ain't c'in no traces

if hiphop was b-ball
this would be a dr j foul line dunk

u lyrics stink skunk
cause friends don't let friends rhyme while they drunk

u need diamonds to glisten
gave up ur family jewels

spittin blanks playa playa
u already know the rules

i can stand the heat
yo i am an oasis

a fertile patch in a dessertt
a keeper of time that is ageless

hiphop is expanding we takin a stand
and ur still on b e t makin a band

will wham on george michael
man i don't want ur sex

we pop lock not drop pop
u already know who got next

u keep knockin on the door
but u ain't gettin in

up in smoke like cheech n chong
cause ur livin in sin

in everbody group like u teddy riley
u wrecked not in effect

like the strongest black man

marked territory like a dog
that's pissin on land

i am the light
but i don't cram to understand

u play the game
u sly as a fox

but we build in a cipher
that's why u get knocked out the box

ill tell u again
my mind is my grip

so come down to the bronx
but make sure puff dragon that fire u spit

 

[MRS. LADY]

ur not hott
all u do is get people pop'd

ur not hott
u got ur homeboy shot

did i ever tell u
u could use my glock

ur flame is a match
that came out of a box

gets extinguished by pac
lemme bust a lick pop

i don't need a car
i spit hydrolic shocks

ur a door and imma fist
bangin like po po when i knock

u not hott
all u do is work for the cops

i know ur plot
but i finish all u do is start

over at the drawin board
over and over like de ja vue

cause ur style is flaw'd

step aside for hiphops
lady and lord

cause the king of this castle
is a homeless man on hiphops chess board

 

[MRS. LADY]

u best recognize the way that we live
sometimes we puff blunts but we ain't diddlin kids

got me takin off my coat, clearin my throat
but instead of blowin the roof off hip hop
i'll just let u choke on the smoke

and laugh at ur songs
cause u cut like cheap dope

and sing along if u know

stawberry strawberry vocabulary
a garden tool is a hoe

i'm a long shot, a needle in hay
i bank off the back board, it goes in any way

i'm a free hiphoppa
that's why i say what i say

mainstreams ur activities direction
under and over grounds where i stay

when i ride on my enemies
the count is six eight

pac figured that out
that's why his fate was his fate

we fall victim to the choices we make
u a tyrant a disgrace ur flava is fake

seven eight will get u check mate
if u chasin cheddar cheese

but i don't spit like dat
mice do, monies a cancerous disease

so i put these flows in my pocket
and peace in my mind

the elders will take care of you
and HIPHOP will continue to shine

all the time

 

[MRS. LADY]

I must say

pop

the Kris-Styles

infinity styles of kris on the wall
infinity styles in all

u clowns
take his sound
try tah pass it around

can't wait
for all the black republicans to go down

with puff by the sea
hoola hoola grlz like hawhyann sophie

g string'd up with a wife that's
a medal trophie

a female version of a jewel juggla
a diva is an a woman that don't know herself

an american struggla

chasin all dreams
that will cease to exist

like when u broke as a joke
and that blings off ur wrist

u still just malt liquor
like smirnoff with a twist

just a name in a game
that's been x'd off the list

 

[cherryblossom]

OMGoodness! Is this the "Anthology Of Miss Lady?! lol


Sistah, this series is HOT!