Black Poetry : THE RAP CONTEST

rhymebad

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THE RAP CONTEST

Keep my crew alert when werhyme we do work but right now
A new jerk in town, wanna battle I’m gonna rattle him somehow
Have him hurting and burdened with this lyrical assault and
Miracles are caught on camera my grove is ready and my plan
Is to move heavy to the microphone so every dome can hear
This the fear is brisk like wind this never ends its all clear
I can give up entirely but I live corupt and fiery eighter he
Rip me or I rip him my scripts trimmed and smooth lubed free
With WD40 and there be my shorty listening also to my tall
Flow the proud crowd was packed like sadines in a can they all
Ready for my lyrical attack a fearful act ready to unfold in a bold
Way, started rapping I won the crowd departed clapping I hold
The crown their homeboy came through now my name is true
The King of HIP HOP started to wear bling a lot and my girl flew
Up onstage and kissed me this what it be my lyrics had defeated
the best he got served by my verbs and I wasn’t even finish depleted
a little that cat fiddle with my pride and now he’ll ride back home
Crownless, cats in the street gave me props they crave for strong
HIP HOP got so much sex couldn’t sleep and next week another
Contest this brother’s the best “right boo” yeah you and no other
 
sick man real sick so this a contest i hope not if it is i guess u already won so let me kick a lil sumthin

my flo retarded they say the things i say n do insane
n my songs so addictive i turn love in mad love
cuz thats what my fans tellin me i aint playin
when these mad tots settle on da train
they say da track is off da chain
like a wild dog i can neva b tamed
i blow speakers u wud think i stashed it with cocaine
but yet my words is simple n plain
like an a4 sheet till the lead start movin on it
believe me its a murder now the feds start movin on it
so i gotta go i need my hands b4 da cuff start movin on it.
 
FOOD FOR THE MIND

From the Beginning of time it was,- The Red, Black and Green.
The Color of Osiris, and his resurrected spleen
Which we sometimes call the backbone of night, (the Milky way)
Follow me as my words begin to take cosmic flight on this journey.
Let your Ba rise like the Nile and Sirrus- universally
Time to build godbodies w/ the Ankh as the key.
The Red - is the desert, Black is Kem the soil-
Then comes the Green vegetation, cook it in a pot to boil.
No false preservatives added, this is killing us,
FDA ain't REALLY fulfilling us, they are just grilling us.
W/ unknown chemical by products, injected in livestock--
You are what you eat, I'll pass on the ham hocks.
What some call soul food, ain't really good for the soul.
Remember we are Nubians from the land of Gold.
I ain't trying to preach, I'm doing this for free, can't you see
Franz Fanon was right, we crave what the oppressors produce daily
We praise and worship White culture than they do themselves ,
Addicted to Eurocentric products, w/o gaining the wealth.
Well I'm a broke a*s *****, I'ma keep this real.
I write for the love of it, I'm too old for a record deal.
If this wakes up one mind, --then my mission is done.
My jewels are free people, like Ra's light shining for everyone.
 

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