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hahaha I knew you weren't talking about me, because I can't rap. lol

 

dont turn around the Kumarzar in town OOh. ooh..

 

rap battle

 

I'm smokin on some fire
Bloodshot eyes
Jumpin from the fuckin roof
Hopin I can fly
You know how we ride
Tech 9 by my side
When I'm pullin on the trigga
Pussy niggaz gonna die

 

the cable man said /you got weed to sell..


gona trade me from some for a dsl...

I dont know where Id rather be,,
stoned and watching hidef TV...

 

Olympics makes me horny..

 

someone's watching women's beach volleyball

 

no its gymnastics..

 

tivo.. is awesome "I love you tivo"..

 

I think I'm bout to make a stang
I'm gonna treat him like a bitch
Take his money
Take his weed
And I'll take his cigarettes
It was a good day
But he had to talk shit
I put the glock up to his face
And unload the whole clip
He falls to the ground
And his body starts to twitch
I didn't really wanna kill him
But he probably was a snitch
Now he's shakin on the pavement
And it's way to late to save him
Because his soul left his body
When the bullets started blazin
I jump back in my ride
Roll up and get high
Turn the music up loud
Then I proceed to drive
Now I'm ridin down the road
Thinkin about what I just did
That bitch tried to test me
So I had to leave him dead
I put some bullets in his head
And I left him on the ground
He couldn't keep his mouth shut
So I laid his ass down

 

hmmm

 

So much that once was alive
Only in these poems, this pain does it survive
They spit on it, burn it down, call me blind
Echoes of life, a burning flame, all in my mind
You outline me, paint on the eyes, I’m your puppet
Lifeless and dumb, made of wood, knock on it
I’m hollow…
Cut me loose, set me free, or burn me down
These dead corpses, reeking on high, are all around
Am I to be like them, food for the vultures within?
Call me insane; I call you a liar, death masquerading in skin
I hear the voices, the crowd of forsaken, the lost ones
Urging me to go, to find the way out, to run
But I can’t…
My veins are frozen, numb and bloodless, vampire heart
I’m not taking the fall for you, you and your sadistic art
This cell is so cold; my fingernails are chipping down from clawing
For years I’ve been at this, but the walls are hard and I’m dying
One small gleam of light, the only hope I have left, it keeps me
I’m left to gnawing my own limbs, a cannibal, why can’t I be free?

 

Did you write that, Son?

 

you call your self a rapper
your a fucking dishrace
but lucky for you
i wont put blue steel to the side of your face
for not worth it
i dont want to start shit
i turn the other cheek
turn up a new leaf
im a born again
or maybe just a pussy
ive been called that in my life
many times
but i dont let i get to me
i just let to comments be
sometimes i turn around and say
"you are what your eat"
i dont let them under my skin
cuz they like a herpes, once they in, they in
you may call me a pussy
but im the better man
and this aint no glitch
but while you was whacking it in the can
i was fucking your bitch

 

Yeah I did a couple years back. I've got a shitload of poems an' such

 

thats deep shit
i used to right poems but they were shitty

 

while many a page dire any saga
deems mankinds immortal gain
lost from time leave no more mark.
like a keel furrows through the grain.
chance and change our buzz range,
is sparcely wider than a flys..
let us play at fame today.
for tomorrow be unknown and wise.

 

I sort thru’ the memories
Colored snapshots of my life
Full of vivid intimacy
And heart rending strife
I stare at them fondly
Or hang my head and cry
Truth resounding
Among hidden lies
I see all my choices
And what I did with them
Echoing voices
Audible, now dimmed
More the shame, life restrained
Life is a picture book
Memories of how you lived
What will you do with it
You make the choice it’s a gift

 

what happens to a dream deferred
does it dry up like a raisin in the sun
or fester like a sore
and then run
does it stink like rotten meat
or crust and sugar over
like syrupy sweet
maybe it just sages like a heavy load
or does it explode

Langston Hughes Def Poet
i mis def poetry jam
but yea that was all from memory
whats your favorite poem

 

It's good man. I have written some poetry in my time. Two or three of the poems were actually published, believe it or not. One was originally for a book project in middle school, and it was about cars. lol That one wasn't really worth publishing, imo. I wrote another one about marijuana and the positive/negative ways it had affected my life up until that point, and it got published. haha I was even invited to a poetry convention in New York because of that one, but I didn't go. There was another one too, but I can't even rememeber what it was about.

The only reason I even sent any of those poems in was to try to win the money, as it was for some kind of poetry contest for The Poetry Guild Of America. I didn't win any money though, which sucks ass. haha The sad thing is that I don't have a copy of any of those poems and I can't remember the words. haha