Black Poetry : STREETS

MADDRAPPER

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Apr 1, 2001
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On the street many of brothers compete with one another
See who rhyme the tightest not blind the slightest, try discover
An increase in power, feast and tower like kings with bling
Then tell a story about hell and glory claim territory wearing a ring
Look rap is a regime with enough crap on scene to slap
A team of mules, scream in duels in order to win, I zap
And slaughter men with broader blends when my brain snap
With plain yap I remain in control rhymes flame bold like
Drunk dragons, hall funk in wagons verses even curtails the old type
My Bazaar crew deliver like theYalu river yo, we up stream
With corrupt steam attempting to trip by emptying a clip extreme
Shooting leads, polluting heads with slugs just straight up thugs
Best to own land let your home expand on properties clean shrub
From the backyard don’t be a whack retard being black is hard
It’s a flim flam situation no wisdom
Above rim with an examination system
To recruit some cute dames, salute games dedicated to sex
 
Again Madd.. you laid out the real. Making them feel what the streets have to offer. Brothers spent time on the streets crooning. Not blazing and acting a fool in. Streets will eat you up, and take your worth. Put in your time.Spit your lines and find that line that defines. You. Keep flowing MADD..
 

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