Black Poetry : Some Street Stuff

MADDRAPPER

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Some Street Stuff

Brothers get destroyed others are annoyed
Grow paranoid; avoid the meat cleaver hot like an asteroid
Typhoid fever in the street, suicidal peak in Bridal Creek
A tidal wave sweep me off me feet like snow drifts deep
Caught with a gun like Queen Latifah Mean like a wide receiver
Fought teams and gnaw game like a beaver the law make you a believer
My rhinestone dew rag is hot
Sip but my wine is gone true I brag a lot
Had a fail date because it was jailbait
Hate handcuffs convictions and stuff with weight
Have goodwill I could be ill in the hood on my verse
Should kill mic first use wood to build a pulpit before I disperse
Stay correct and pay respect to the rap game
Got Nautica headgear but I’m misled in fear slap lame
Cats, raise my right hand blaze fists in a fight you understand?
We march tight like Florida A&M band
Juggle facts trying to struggle back everything else has fail
Keep myself out of jail no doubt stale accusation difficult to prevail
Kiss Results if their sweet like a female
Chain reaction to Reality is just plain satisfaction no fatality
Life’s formality is fractions truck drugs in the alley
Virginia is the bomb **** Cally
Defeat stupidity when we slam like Pete Diddy and the Fam
It’s a pity to slam verse here and there we ain’t going nowhere no mam
We eat black eye peas defeat whack MC’S reheat candy yams
We’ll Black Rob you and attack on the job to
These complications Involve crew
Turn you doorknob get crazy like a slob do
We bob and weave while your heartthrob and bleed for these
Bling chain iced out Jesus Christ Cross-nice and boss freeze
Cats in their tracks stats be whack, hood rats attack and squeeze
In the hood you get a fix ain’t no remix hell trixs for silly rabbit
Not you kid got a Philly blunt habit
Yall comprehend this blend say what? It depends on my medicine cabinet
Try to earn grub learn not to be a scrub turn to the big thug above
Pray for love don’t dig no jitterbug
Lots of hard work on the block a retard is a jerk and that hurt

MADDRAPPER PEACE
 
STR8 OUT DA HOOD

LIKE I FELT U WOULD
DOWN ON DA STREET
U KNOW WHERE WE
ALL MEET AT THE HANDS
OF THE GAME CALLED LIFE
**** HURTS LOST OF WORK
WHO CARES
WHO WANNA KNOW
MAN U LAID THIS PIECE OUT
MADD YA ALWAYZ ON TARGET......THANKZ BRUTHA:toast:
 

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