Black Poetry : Use every strategy like a military academy want a master of arts

rhymebad

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Use every strategy like a military academy want a master of arts
So I can be ill after dark teach cats and preach stats try throw darts
At garbage even Mozart knowledge would supersede most rappers
Recognizes skills and specializes in the thrills of club going with chapters
On dancing the cupid shuffle is clever and can ruffle some feathers
Romance help with dance steps the roof the roof is on fire must weather
The storm of Hip Hop, in the arena with Katrina flood streets forever
Rap in dimensions that cause apprehension, drink rum on endeavors
To get drunk wear leathers to pump up fashion and passion for clothes
Rocawear on the block everywhere folks stop and stare even my foes
Knows what’s in style, write brisk crap, twist rap and have a mishap
Plus my kiss trap dames sometime after rum and wine kiss and unsnap
Their dress, perhaps impressed at their bodies as our lips overlap
In a sex world you can wreck a hot nation with a **** declaration
“So boo my fat act is to attack your red lips with kisses no hesitation
The sooner you strip it’ll become a lunar eclipse let my moon
Cover your sun and we’ll discover fun no fret in the bedroom" //
Like old soldiers got bold folders showing citations listing
The vibrations of war, battle on microphones while twisting
And saddle domes style pissing on cats by never missing
The mark, stuff marinated like meat and have barricaded
The streets and paraded to beats got my game grenaded
By freaks
 
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rhymebad said:
Use every strategy like a military academy want a master of arts
So I can be ill after dark teach cats and preach stats try throw darts
At garbage even Mozart knowledge would supersede most rappers
Recognizes skills and specializes in the thrills of club going with chapters
On dancing the cupid shuffle is clever and can ruffle some feathers
Romance help with dance steps the roof the roof is on fire must weather
The storm of Hip Hop, in the arena with Katrina flood streets forever
Rap in dimensions that cause apprehension, drink rum on endeavors
To get drunk wear leathers to pump up fashion and passion for clothes
Rocawear on the block everywhere folks stop and stare even my foes
Knows what’s in style, write brisk crap, twist rap and have a mishap
Plus my kiss trap dames sometime after rum and wine kiss and unsnap
Their dress, perhaps impressed at their bodies as our lips overlap
In a sex world you can wreck a hot nation with a **** declaration
“So boo my fat act is to attack your red lips with kisses no hesitation
The sooner you strip it’ll become a lunar eclipse let my moon
Cover your sun and we’ll discover fun no fret in the bedroom" //
Like old soldiers got bold folders showing citations listing
The vibrations of war, battle on microphones while twisting
And saddle domes style pissing on cats by never missing
The mark, stuff marinated like meat and have barricaded
The streets and paraded to beats got my game grenaded
By freaks


Old soldiers never die :thinking:

This was (((POPPING))) :slingshot :great:
 

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