Black Poetry : this is black HIP HOP now wearing whack flip flops he do a lot but like a flu shot it hurt his arm be alert for an alarm believe in history is like to

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*** this is black HIP HOP
now wearing whack flip flops
he do a lot
but like a flu shot
it hurt his arm
be alert for an alarm
believe in history
is like to achieve a victory
then seize the mystery
of spy drones
that fly over homes
eave dropping on cell phones
won't let well enough alone
which is witch hunt drama
his menu great
and continue to operate
eat spinach and thirst
try finish first
carry a backpack
with every fact
gain strength
and remain convinced
about certain things
while flirting bling
saw girls min-skirting sing

 

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saw girls min-skirting sing
she flows nice
and not a lowlife
she has a cool flirt
and like schoolwork
a boy needs pencil and paper
and like kitchen utensils vapor
from cooked food make a skyscraper
fall, in life have a legit motto
and that's try to hit the lotto
oh, a girl writes a love letter
and tonight, at the club clever

 

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and tonight, at the club clever
clever to think of this
oh, a girl's coochee pink with a kiss
so, you on the break to reminisce
after they rumble in bed
oh, she stumbles misled
by his love words
oh, at the club absurd
oh, with begging, birds
flew in the sky
he wanted some true pie
plus, his crew is fly