Black Poetry : undaground wrecka

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  1. thespokesman

    thespokesman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Underground wrecker


    70L dot

    I admit I left shots
    I could have remained silent
    Till lawyers speak, but why be discrete
    Unknown techniques of the streets
    I beat the beats where poets sweep
    I told em bout street stakes
    What’s at stake when my flow awakes?
    Is unknown to the scientists that make
    An try to create
    Can not clone
    The digital connection between me and home
    If u wanna roam
    Gotta suffer charges from the network
    The moderation is your worth
    It hurt
    I can’t stop flowin
    I don’t write I just type the 20/20 sight
    Which is plight, let it take flight
    With flight, despite those who bite, trying to lurk insight
    On what hurt, I told you I am fire, I am platinum dirt
    An untamed, tainted picture of a guerilla
    After skrilla, now taste this nine milla
    I was trees and I let to many Tarzan wanna-bes swing over
    I’m back with a faintly lit match this the takeover
    I needed you, someone to spark it, miss, diss me
    Gone do it, shake my hand, some kiss me, but u gon miss me
    Cuz every rhyme is either love, or hate,
    A good move or a mistake to change man’s fate
    T.D Jakes, can I be loose enough to understand thou art
    Or will I fall victim to beef or be ripped apart
    No shadows here, the sun flares emit the light on mine
    How many lumens u got on that line?
    That’s my questions to you, I wanna share but I’m selfish
    Like u said who cares I float away like shellfish
    I would come back to an unknown land similar to bottle ships
    Bottle, and cork lips, not equipped to speak of the eclipse
    Enough of the mystery submersed in every verse
    It gets worse, I asked for my words to burst

    Images of myself in a war with my thirst

    Now str8, is it str8, dog u femme
    Enwrap the candied snake an I’d take him
    To the depths of earth and hang his skin
    Walled and black balled
    For snakes slither when scalded

    Remember::::::::

    on dat undagrind
     
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    thespokesman Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thanks to everone for reading
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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