Black Poetry : The Dude

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The Dude

Try slaughter when he apply water to rhymes drown clowns
Like swimming pools hemming fools up like chain links
Fences locked in stink it intenses like prisoners in the clink
He would take a bath and walk down a fake path of crime
The math was ascinine didn’t add up sad and corupt doing time
Now must go clever and grow better forget the dim groove
He must improve himself, knowledge make a firm life and lube
The way to earn a wife, burned twice by women with attitudes
Stay odd like A-ROD try avoid steroids as baseball face all
The charges he realize he could strike out, fame never grow tall
In battles blasting clowns and fasten them down like seatbelts
Heat felt like a hot stove his Hip Hop probe stats made steets melt
His strong rage was solid like trees of unknown age it stood tall
In his mind all designed to explode on a blind road no good yall
His voice divine and like choice wine get folks drunk
Anytime he spoke junk but was a broke punk and a chump
He was nice with dice played craps and slayed rap crews
His Life’s a hot target like the stock market fell to a new
Low, obsession with speed used aggression to proceed dumber
This phat dude had an attitude drove a divine Hummer
One fine summer didn’t plot wise had hot merchandise
 
The Dude

Try slaughter when he apply water to rhymes drown clowns
Like swimming pools hemming fools up like chain links
Fences locked in stink it intenses like prisoners in the clink
He would take a bath and walk down a fake path of crime
The math was ascinine didn’t add up sad and corupt doing time
Now must go clever and grow better forget the dim groove
He must improve himself, knowledge make a firm life and lube
The way to earn a wife, burned twice by women with attitudes
Stay odd like A-ROD try avoid steroids as baseball face all
The charges he realize he could strike out, fame never grow tall
In battles blasting clowns and fasten them down like seatbelts
Heat felt like a hot stove his Hip Hop probe stats made steets melt
His strong rage was solid like trees of unknown age it stood tall
In his mind all designed to explode on a blind road no good yall
His voice divine and like choice wine get folks drunk
Anytime he spoke junk but was a broke punk and a chump
He was nice with dice played craps and slayed rap crews
His Life’s a hot target like the stock market fell to a new
Low, obsession with speed used aggression to proceed dumber
This phat dude had an attitude drove a divine Hummer
One fine summer didn’t plot wise had hot merchandise

I like reading this... great flow. The Dude...

"Now must go clever and grow better forget the dim groove
He must improve himself, knowledge make a firm life and lube"
 

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