Black Poetry : One dude’s flowing scriptures would paint glowing pictures and

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One dude’s flowing scriptures would paint glowing pictures and

Do damage with rhymes had to use a bandage and iodine to patch

Wounds then dispatch tunes that melt microphone new stuff hatched

Like chicken eggs kicking the ledge of insanity wow this is a mismatch

would paint young chapters as a saint among rappers scatter ashes

About as a matter of doubt even trees has leaves they all clashes

With the tricks up his sleeve quick to receive compensation through

Domination usally holding conversations with chicks out of the blue

Clowns clutter microphones got a pound of butter at home all true

But a meeting took place at the library bookcase saw a girl became

Hooked on lace his mind on a brisk trip wanted to kiss her lips of flame

Stared at the hips of this dame wanted to listen to a tune mellow in a room

Yellow with rainbows and clouds thunder between the sheets her perfume

And cream so sweet inspired by her beauty he desired this cutie real bad

With swag extreme while reading a magazine with plans great and mad

Solid like a landscape





As a cowboy travel with a wagon train but met some dragons with

Flames, whack attacks are carried out can barely see through swift

Smoke to me and my crew a joke because we tote tech nine to correct

Their minds, desire to kill, fire at will like a host of firms we check

Research and respect touch triggers and figures we can’t miss someday

They may paint this scene, right now on a mean call of duty in a dumb way

To live rather stay at the crib this frequent event favors nobody like a labor

Party we have work to do, wearing a dewrag but our true flag is just tailer

Made a banner in purple silk and our bandanas Urkel built himself a mailer

Of letters dealing with Family Matters, now in a divine mood to be blind

Is rude now time for food eat semi-solid like yogurt concentration time

And time again how do our kind win against these winged creatures? must

Cling to teachers for information plot renown jot down notes think win got

an ink pen in my pocket fighting mad with a writing pad I try to dot

all my I’s and cross all my T’s try be nice today maybe too high a price

to pay dragons are destructive lock and load my glock can’t die twice

these dragons ready to fry rice

 

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