Black Poetry : The streets funny and like to keep money in hustler’s hand

[rhymebad]

The streets funny and like to keep money in hustler’s hand
Even busters got plans just think this was cattle rustler’s land
At one time, so I’m making a new policy with true quality
Like God made the earth have an odd thirst for poetry and novelty
Have an appetite for fruit while this stuff unite troops as they fight
In groups and do galore damages and cover sores with bandages right?
My stats unknown in this combat zone I try flow like GI Joe with night
Vision have to make flight decisions on my B52 rhymes on height
My flow brawls while I throw balls and strike cats out like Saccho
Page the impact lays pressure on umpires other cats no match yo
Girls are sexier and wise with love exercise so a kiss a day
Keeps her in a brisk way follow these rules and never disobey
Dames galore will open and bang doors when they mad so hey
Treat them right

 

[watzinaname]

You laid those rhymes with precision, rhymebad.

 

[rhymebad]

Wear bling around whiles cats try bring me dow my thing
Is to frown on this, grabbed a girl and made love CD sing
But hard to persuade a thug so I cling to my glock and drug sling
A brother groom box in the other room contain my dope
And I’ll choke a ***** quick, devastation selling lame coke
With cops created a different state had to make a magnificent
Escape to avoid jail, encountered a fake whack thirst as I tried
To take back my turf, so ******* welcome to my little friend many died
As my bullets riddled men

 

[rhymebad]

POST AS A THUG THIS CARRIES MOST OF THE BLOOD THROUGH MICROPHONES AND RIP TRUE HOMES TO PIECES, SECURE WITH DISMAL RHYMES SO PURE AND CRYSTALLINE LIKE BOTTLED WATER MY PORT FOLIO PERFECTION IS ILL LIKE POLIO INFECTION, BEEN ANNOINTED AND PIN POINTED LIKE TERRIFIC SCIENCTIFIC STUDY

 

[$$RICH$$]

U rippin it up and crashin lyrics deep bruh do yo thang !