Black Poetry : Look my flow doomed without elbow room to move about Corrupt with nouns and grow up from the ground

[rhymebad]

Look my flow doomed without elbow room to move about
Corrupt with nouns and grow up from the ground no doubt
Like crops get all type of props for being poetical and flout
My dew rag like it’s a new flag on this VALENTINE DAY
Have to Rhyme to say stuff so I have to play rough it weigh
Enough to get a pound of funk from this renown junk so hey
I lay it down thick so crown me quick like KING TUT my bling
Cut smooth, wish and dream catch fish in streams do my thing
As brisk steam come from my forehead, adore red but jest play
It off, flaws and fame cause my brain to throw rhymes and sway
And go fine for HIPHOP when I rip shop like a chainsaw wow
This stuff is plain raw like Cole slaw, look my groove strong now
As I move along somehow into a cave my menu is brave just had
A raw affair but I swear I saw a bear up in here he had claws and mad
Paws grizzly as heck, I rather be home with the champagne or riding
In my chrome with a dame thought I was strong so I came here now hiding
That bear is no joke or fake I hope to escape this heard him growl
While a wolf howls this cave not my style can even hear dogs prowl
I’m trapped perhaps have no map getting zap by fright and may
Have pissed in my pants this cave is no kiss of romance must say
This cave caught me unaware I thought I could share my survival
Techniques with the wildlife but now my style is to knife this tribal
Attitude I’m faking which has led to a rude awakening in the hollow
Cave I guess not good to follow the brave so scared can’t even swallow
a fat bat just flew by my head could be a vampire now a **** fire in
my brain when on my bike with brave riders but these cave spiders win
because these things bite even though my bling is bright terrible trend