Black Poetry : STREETS #2

[MADDRAPPER]

STREETS #2

Many domes can’t handle this funk, yall kneel don’t gamble
Decorate my wreck fate then evaluate my progress like Tisa Campbell
Martin Lawrence try put a sprung tongue in her mouth on the show //
On a farm they fry steers but when alarm I cry tears
That make my life dim, strife stem I’m a guy fears
To die appears beautiful is that my only lonely escape?
Fed rhymes to headlines on a literary obituary that’ll be great
Like A-rab tribes my vo-cab rides on camels with two humps
True funk on dessert level so my lyrical substance jumps
Thug above the rim spark and tower
But out of love embark on power
Like Hitler done but he goofed
Better yet I’ll just be a fiddler on the roof
Because if I start a Holocaust
My part will be lost let me take my polo off
Try overcome the dumb that talk scum and walk bum
In the hood, roll dice and hold ice in the form of bling son
Got mean flames like a hot Taco
That consumes lands between Spain and Morocco
Lyrics remain in flock doe got to slow down or stop yo

 

[MADDRAPPER]

Like a cow somehow after chow I push the scorn
With my horns, then watch porn sex I adorn
Over a bag of popcorn let my new emotions be born
Cum oceans torn between sheets hurt like poke by a thorn //
Peep quote and keep afloat bad script stinks ships sinks
Like the titanic I’m the type panic underwater hair kink
So yall provide a place so I can hide in disgrace blink
Out over a bagel

 

[Bluewater]

rock it
no hide
like how you vibe
eyes open
no disgrace
this is yout place
feel you
Peace

 

[PositiveMindset]

Let the verbs go as U consistently flow,
I dig the way U spit as U let your skills be shown.
Like I sed If there were beats I'd bump U loudly in the streets,
Lettin' everyone around me know that Madd's the M.C. I find unique.
U do your thang playin' this rhymin' game immortalizin' your name.
Your drop, don't change, cuz your mind spits flames, I can see U lyrically gaining fame.
From the 1st of U I read, I said this kid's got skills in his head that all these fakers dread,
So drop your words & believe they'll be heard from peeps that appreciate your nouns' marriage 2 verbs.

Do your thang, bruh.