Poet's Words

Yo, my friends are in deep trouble, their spirits could not hold a muscle,

thrown and grown they see the rubble, they rebuttal, biting styles everywhere

my eyes can see the muzzles, they hate for nothing, blowing the trumpet

on any sucker that wants it, my flames are the dragon, my word are the story,

the knight is the moral, the night is the forces of the might of a soldier,

they right but stay cordial, my life is important, the knife is the course of a strike

to your organs, I write till I'm forty then fight in the morning and Christ is

my source of light that I'm aiming towards you.

 

The message is a war of thought, the more I taught, shores are bought

to know I'm water, snow and martyr, combine those authors, my mind is

Authur, nice and penning nicely, stalking mice real often, my strife is

priceless, no dying in this offspring, of Nas and Pac, Em and Biggie,

fit like a glove, Mickey would have hit me, simply I'm poet overdosing on some

history of my culture back in cities like the monster of the 90s,

I am talking to your sight, so the scope leave you eyeless,

the lyrical rap tyrant to divide the whole kind of rhyming.

 

I'm no people pleasing, I'm more like a evil weapon, see the lessons,

bleached, needed in squels man, the sheep are men, women, see the reverend,

eat the peasants no?, feed me beat instead then, keep my ten cents, get 50

of sheet projections, the rap is my obsession, the rap is my lesson,

I'm the best in the business, no question, the rest are just guessing,

trying to mumble, they're messing, with the legacy of blessing,

that we've been carving since the days of DJ scratching,

now the craft is a mess, like a battle, like a lesson, like a vest that's been stolen flexing.