Black Poetry : Battle Chat.

[Enki]

Like Battle Chess, dis here is Battle chat…
Defeat on this field of verbal javelin will leave you
Sitting, starring, rambelin...dam...sounds like another member's mind is unravelin.

So leave all valuable at the door cuz wez aint responsible for damaged pride,
lost or stolen abilitee ta reason. Also take note,Destee don’t have no babysittin service here.

Yo bodee is not required but a thick skin, and strong mind is a must. Our
policee is...... if you require dis service…
you ain’t gonna like it.

So if you can stand the verbal onslaught step in to da cipher….

Dis is Battle Chat.......Enki

Peace!

 

[baller]

Enki...this took me back... sounds like something Amun Ra would do back in the day.

i'm not here to spar with you, just to show some love. you be good with me...and the house of Destee has always been a melting place for savory and delicious morsels of wonder. thick skin, eh? too many young'uns don't know nothing 'bout that. think they should be served cheese ev'rytime they whine 'bout nothing but somebody saying they need to think about what they be saying. no...we don't need no babysitting...but can i get some grits and catfish? a brutha be hungry up in here.

when does the battling begin?

 

[MS234]

when does the battling begin?

The battle begins now lyrical flame thrower
slower you move more you burn from the culture
farthest you've been i take you further
stop with the heart murmur and palpitations
stop faking you need the medicine
yea on my every word you premising
your position as you listen
to these words that marinate
in the cranium silence so
loud in fills the stadium
you realize
i'm the equivalent of lyrical mayhem

 

[Enki]

Enki...this took me back... sounds like something Amun Ra would do back in the day.

i'm not here to spar with you, just to show some love. you be good with me...and the house of Destee has always been a melting place for savory and delicious morsels of wonder. thick skin, eh? too many young'uns don't know nothing 'bout that. think they should be served cheese ev'rytime they whine 'bout nothing but somebody saying they need to think about what they be saying. no...we don't need no babysitting...but can i get some grits and catfish? a brutha be hungry up in here.

when does the battling begin?

Sup brutha Baller, it's been a long time.....and the battle started long ago when out of millions,


YOU,

were the mightiest.

This isn't to spark debate per'se, in this forum, but to relate how I feel when it comes to discussing issues.....not everybody can do that in a civil, and respectful manner.

And I must say, I see you have the gift of flow also... I follow yall that truly has this gift.

Grits and Catfish...ummmmmmm good. dat wuz only on special daze. Juss like eating cre'ma'wheat.....it wuzant served all da time.

Luv and respect my butha!!

Peace!

 

[Enki]

The battle begins now lyrical flame thrower
slower you move more you burn from the culture
farthest you've been i take you further
stop with the heart murmur and palpitations
stop faking you need the medicine
yea on my every word you premising
your position as you listen
to these words that marinate
in the cranium silence so
loud in fills the stadium
you realize
i'm the equivalent of lyrical mayhem

I'm letting you know up front...I'm bite'in from dis here piece.... i'm the equivalent of lyrical mayhem

And don't come lookin fo me nee'tha, cuz like da Jhinn...I'm smoke, and the dark is where I dwell.

Luv and respect my brutha...

Peace!