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what the fuck did you do with this poem?

put it back up

i thought that was the poem , lol shit

this piece was enjoyable for me i like the part about getting caught under the tree

nigga you cant talk to a animal this savage

uh hear "i" hit... hit hear "i" go

dis is how it goin down beat bumpin now
im takein doom out wit shoot to his brow
and if ya down wit them den im callin ya out
so u can find out what da Grades alla about
lyrics in my mouth and my bank account
San Jo my town and da bitches dat i mount

WuUUUUuUUUT?

i thought i made it clear that i was serious
no fear in us da beat make ya ears delirious
aint fearin a "docta"...i aint scurred of shots
in fact Im pourin jack wit no coke...Imma boss
can I floss?........no need to ask da dentist
fuck'a crest rep the west wit diamond pendants
i represent it...............and once again it's on!
da bomb in my palm Doom a pawn Imma Don
shere khan....fuckin up da whole damn jungle
wit da beat on bumple...yo I skeet out puddles
and i "still" stay humble ....like I'm Lou Gherig
but let it be known like when I pop new cherries
eh...it's coo Kerry!.....cause she aint got a bush
she aint old enough to grow one..I like her lil tush :P

ya fuckin bitch step it up wuuuuuuut.... dadidimean... yall aint shit but a buncha pussy as mark mutha fuckin wankstas...
"oh thats not good advice"
well it wasnt for you in the first place bididy yatch!... you want some advice... keep ya nose out grown folks bussiness ho... speak when spoken to... and nigga thats real...yadidimean? fuckin lil ho... ill fuck ya family and pimp'em out... ya soft like ya moms maxi pads bitch...people dont respect your ass they walk up and knock ya ass out like you aint shit... and you aint never done shit bout it.... fuckin weak sauce pansy ass cunt.... eat a dick!

Oooh, diss.

dats right out here in cali we hit dat weed nigga!

arlene wrote:Outta control!!!

but meanwhile so precise.

This is the first piece of a trilogy I call Breaking The Beat that I penned a few years ago.


Green light
fast car
clean engine
bbbrrr, zoom
streets, roads, unfold as blurred strangers cross
at the corners
twelve tourists followed by a fat lady
with a yellow balloon in hand
basslines come in
as police car changes direction
with sirens flashing; lights pinpointed
BWOOP! BWOOP!
A man with a light jacket and a heavy latte
sees the squad car and turns around
the sun passes through the clouds
and a nice summer breeze

This is the second piece of a trilogy I call Breaking The Beat that I penned a few years ago.

shadow of my shadow
beat of my heart
good luck bird
it's been real
we gotta move
the window of opportunity
is closing in
I'm going over to her place
She has a friend called comfort
She has the morning breeze
at six o'clock Eastern Standard Time
yo it'll all come down
psychic brains make you think the good shit make you
need to jump into the ocean
forget about your place
let's cash it all in now
so we don't have to leave lonely

i liked the beginning but started getting lost in the nursery rhyme quality of it and choked on the cheesiness..maybe i can read the rest later when im in a different frame of mind.

nice.i like short verses packed with heat...better than stretching a joint out and letting it stray sometimes....

This place has me encased concrete, no love lost
mass amounts of hate, haste, my health on a drop off
it steel grates my soul, not whole but I won't fold
don't want to end up, fucked, bitter and old
so chin up--as the bars raised--pick up the pace
scarred face like montoya, the lines you can trace
from cheekbone to nose, no sleep and no one knows
exactly what I really want down in my prose
Chose the blue pill and still tryin to break through the code
Opened up my heart but the mind has been closed
Focused at the start, but slowed tryin to finish
Not a blemish on the surface, not makin a mark
Its dark and hell is hot not locked to a fate
but the weight I carry's hard, left me tired and parched
So much take and no give, how the fuck I'm posed to live
decided long ago I had to struggle for art
Juggle the jobs, bills, bullshit, and the back talk
All the politics sick like drinkin the backwash
The city mocks me, does it best to try and stop me
But I'm rocky, eyes on the prize gloves in the sky
Do or die till the death, can say more then "I try"--
I"m Jay don't knock the hustle, not kweli and J blige

Motherfuck a duck and ride the damn thing backwards
I

tiiight.

i like the frustration , nice post
HAM IS GOOD FOOD

re read and still the illist

good shit, I pictured Opio spittin it.

fresh as always.

she told me she would give me some time
so i flashed her a smile and threw her a line ,
she wasnt 2 impressed but drunk enough
to take off her dress,
so i started to caress her A sized breasts
and for a split sec i was far from my strees ,
she asked if it was good i said it was ok
but far from the best,
she started gettin real angry and acting strange B/
so i put on my pants as she kept up the rave and rant
i limped towards the door knowing her ego was sore
she asked me to get her a 40 from the store ,
and i laughed to my self ,why do i fuck drunk whores/

not your greatest.

Most rappers wanna spend all their cheese
Buy Jewelry and cars and stuff that cost G's
But not me Im about clearances...well really
Discounts close outs and damn near anything free

I'll take a blown out tire, mix and match rims
2 sizes to small in my 9.99 close out Tims
Buy green beans in cans covered by dents
Botulism my ass, free colonics make sense

On a tuesday night you can catch me at the sonic
Buy one get one free burgers. Believe me im on it.
Thursday and Saturday, its the special at sandys
On valentines i got my girl irregular panties

Five for five bucks and a guaranteed Valentines Fuck
Forget romantic getaways things that cost Suck
Me spending cash is like a ninja without numbchucks
get all my magazines for free cuz paying is for dumbfucks

Quick 16, if an emcee equally corny wants to write and record 16 for this ill send a beat aim me. LOLocopter.

fuck it, I'll throw 16 down.

^ Cool, once many months ago you were gonna send me a cd. Saddingly it never occured.

I dont pay fa shit either........cause id rather just steal it
conceal it shovein it deeper... all depends on how im feelin
i might just snatch and run out da door like i dont give a fuck
takin any way thats "cheap"er just so i dont have to pay a buck

ayo,
tobacco scent finger tips
weary eyes
hoody super large
perfect size/

adidas shoes worn down
yellow brick mouth
trapped behind a frown
spit traffic sounds/

mind sensational
my back wash vocational
no need for batteries
i come fully operational/

naps grown to the ground
held down by my
red anaheim angels crown
pacing the town/

toy machine travel
verbally assault my enemies
during battle
my marbles rattle/

coffee remnence on my breath
back pack mesh
the nicotine lingers fresh
untill my death/

it's remnants, other than that a solid effort.

Ha...this was ill. i'll contribute whe ni get a chance too.

this was excellent to me...