Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by UbZoRbShUn, Dec 29, 2001.
look out zorb
coz u done took dis to a whole new level
Sistuh you gone have me calling you "Assata", up in here until then you get the "5 Blak Fist Award of Excellence" for this jammy here. Keep doin' that southern thang
you keep walking barefeet...
...listening to the village beat, my sistah. coz if'n ya walks stir up elomenta **** like dis...i'll be taking dat next walk witcha.
let the river flow.
U be's Crazy gurl!! Dat carrier pigeon came by da crib today ... so I am glad to say that I gotz the message sis'!
On da real...you onto somethin'.....keep writin' bout whatcha' already know!
Nah......I definitely didn't send him away....matta o' fact (with my toothpick in hand) we ran out of yard bird to serve to da family, so I hate to be the one to tell you, but that pigeon got cooked!
I'm feeling you. Nice flo.
@ N2 and you.
Madd Sistahly Love
You came in wit a smokin' gun huh ma? Ya flow is still fiyah...
Holla at cha bwoy
BROOKLYN TO SLUM VILLAGE
i checked the pager -it's UbZo
she ready to roll
we bring heat but it will feel cold
for the uppity we'll bring down that nose
ready for the challenge
**** is off balance
the calm before the hurricane
insane - quite the contrary - sane
as the day is plain
remember the names
UbZoRbShun & Da Street Rebel
a happy one
flow head on wit your nappy self!!
"So I'll meet you at the crossroads
in my dusty pick up truck
minus the gun rack cause I choose
to shoot mental bullets with
the hollow tips
and spit this elomental
flava from these thick
i love it... love it... love it!!
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