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Dig it baby

You think this is a joke, I ain't playin'
Listen to these words, get what I'm sayin'
It's a fast life livin' in the in between
Makin' it rain, bein' the poetry queen.
Detroit is still in my blood, a'ght
I'll stick with it when I gotta fight.
I'd rather spin these words with flava
Here's some spice baby, ya gotta savor.

Poetry is mixing the grammar of the world
Twistin' the races, pleasin' faces words curled.
Creating like a spins in the wind, its demanding
Life's becoming one with love and understanding.

With a fresh beat bodies get groovy baby
You dig this, cuz I dig you like crazy.
Oh ya you gotta feel somethin' when I control.
Look at the stars in the sky I just stole.
In your eyes now babe they've gotta shine.
One world, a million hearts, feelin' so fine.
No need to be talkin' **it, just give some love
And thank the world and the God above.

Poetry is mixing the grammar of the world
Twistin' the races, pleasin' faces words curled.
Creating like a spins in the wind, its demanding
Life's becoming one with love and understanding.

So ya get it now, see why I'm always geeked,
Hatin' is for the society that is weeked.
Love, and words thats what I am playin'
Dig it baby, that's what I am sayin'


For Contest: Ebonics
Sponsor: Verlena Walker
Date: 07-25-2014

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Before and After

Bust to the extreme 
And collide with your foes 
Be ruthless and heartless
When smash on them hoes 
Leave no stone unturned 
When your searching for a "snatch"
Always be ready 
To smash that ass 
Cause they sneaky as **** 
Waiting patiently for you to slip 
Or get down on your luck 
Then you looked surprised 
When your ass gets stuck
Like how could this happen 
How could this be 
They said they would have my back
Always 
Always and tomorrow
Are two in the same 
Cause when you wake up tomorrow 
Its today 
And always is cool 
Till it comes time for change 
And that's all I'm gonna say 
You seek fortune 
And you seek fame 
Then your a prime target
For them bogus lames 
And trifling dames 
That try to get at you in the beginning
So they can snatch your change 
When you do make a name 
Its all the same 
Every mother****ing day 
But u *****es ain't slick 
Cause you all look fake 
Like a ***** with teary eyes 
You know she got raped 
And took against her will 
Just cause some ***** ass punk 
Needed a thrill 
Well meet your maker 
I got a deal 
Cause sent down in my presence 
And your soul will get drilled 
Chilled and chopped up 
And diced up into a meal 
For the dogs to eat
Now am I keeping it real 
Or just real ill 
My fates already been sealed 
You silly bastard 
I'm on the chopping block 
And all you hear is my laughter 
Before and after 
The rapture
*****!

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Shawty Got Swag

$hawty Got $wag
Shawty got swag, Shawty mad dope. Face all cheesin’, She real turned up. Goin’ to da club, She steppin' wit her peeps, Lookin’ so ratchet, She’s straight up hoochie.
No racks in her pocket, No stacks in her wallet, But she all into bubbly Slurpin’ and burpin’. Lookin for a big baller, Who’ll give her wat she wants, Wildin’ on the dance floor, Tweakin’ an’ freakin’, Shawty actin' so cra cra! She just like da rest a dem, But Shawty real fly, Sure likes a lotta ice, Bling bling, and Benjamins.
Shawty creepin’ to hook up Coz she needs a boo wit finesse, Who’ll give her Yves St. Laurent, 5-star hotels, and 5-star restaurants. Shawty off the chain, Shawty off the hook, She got game and she’s aight! Shawty da bomb - fuh real!!!
Entered in contest “Ebonics – Let’s Do Some Slang" sponsored by Verlena S. Walker (8-18-2014). Some Terms and Definitions: shawty – a young attractive female; dope – cool, nice, awesome; swag – style; turn up – excited; mad – really a lot; peeps – friends, close pals; baller – a thug that made it in the big time; racks/stacks– lots of money; aight – alright; wildin’– to go crazy, acting out of control; cra cra – crazy; tweakin’/freakin’ – dancing provocatively and moving around out of control; cheesin’ – smiling; finesse – man who has swag and can spend a huge amount of money; ratchet – ghetto diva; creepin’ – sneaking about; bubbly – champagne; bling bling – expensive flashy jewelry; Benjamins – hundred dollar bills; boo – one’s lover; da bomb – the best of the best; game – skills; ice – expensive flashy jewelry usually diamonds or jewelry with diamonds; off the chain/off the hook – excellent, fantastic, awesome; fly – cool, in style; hook up – getting together with someone romantically; hoochie – a female who dresses trashy; straight up – absolutely, really.

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Get Me Some Of That

Flippin' through the pages of a magazine,
Tryin' out being a super beauty queen.
Doin' all the do's, painting my nails just right,
Dressin' up, goin' out, party is on tonight.

 Get me some of that, a hip pop star beat,
Get me some of that, make me move my feet.
Body rockin', show stoppin' heart poppin' where's it at!
Hottie blue eyes come in closer and give me some of that!

Drinkin' up with your dollars, I got a thirst
Gettin' jealous of my skills, them girls the worst,
We're all here to party, No drama just dance,
Tonight I'm drinkin' the flavors of chance.

 Get me some of that, a hip pop star beat,
Get me some of that, make me move my feet.
Body rockin', show stoppin' heart poppin' where's it at!
Hottie blue eyes come in closer and give me some of that!

Get me some of that baby, share with me what you got,
Give me some of that heat baby, cuz boy you make me hot.



09-23-2014

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My Micke boys

                To be called ..
            ~   Grandma is a Honor ~

        I have been blessed with 4  Grandchildren

       ~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb "  He is God's Angel ~
   ~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~

     For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
       he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
      ~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
 
              Time passed another gift to see
               we are " Mickes" and Loved 
            Our Dad held the title in Baseball 
                   ~  that's how we roll ~
           those children are Grandmas hero's 

       The Irish they love big and Family is everything 
        The brothers will protect the beautiful sister 
              ~ as many lads will be calling ~

        Every time my Grandson hits a home run
     There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand 

       It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs 
           ~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
     either baseball or Art  ~ you shall find your gift given

                These children have been blessed~
                 ~  a beauty to hard to describe 
        If you think not ~~  Take a look at the Mom  
                     That girl can stop Traffic   
                    after raising three and still~ 

          "Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "

     May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell


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Kartoon Knuckles

Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow

They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion

Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old

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OutKast----

 
"Conceive true deception multiplied a million fold
 visualize the yin and yang in a battle so intense
 that we get em confused
 the resident evil specialize in misconstruing

 We wanna be at a presidential level -- what are we doing?
 foolin' ourself, clownin ourself, playin ourself
 by not bein ourself

 We can`t babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
 Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can`t get our meat
 while we ask no reason for the misplacement of the season
 look at the picture that`s painted
 tainted as the mind who`s blinded to the point
 where Sodomites get all the rights
 we fall for fights with fisticuffs
 get pissed enough to miss the bus

 It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
 I say stand up on deception of time all of Revelations
 and recognize this mind on the reality of horror
 known as mankind

 Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen
 A righteous number of righteous men
 even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end
 the Devil says the end is the beginning
 they teach that we were the product of incest

 Invest no level of self into their system of Paganomics
 stand with us and don`t look back upon it
 just face this mind state
 
Otherwise Babylon..."








~this is to get Ruben Bailey's WuRdz to a new audience.   a true STREET POET, Soothsayer

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Sweet Addiction

I find you are the addictive kind, like Rice Krispies for dinner, a winner.
Full of sugar, a rush that makes me blush, you're my crush.
I have no control, I sold my soul, I've reached my goal, it's you.
I live for you and give to you all my rhymes and my times, divine.
My heart beats for your sweets, I want to repeat all your tasty treats.

You are my sweet addiction, 
yes I want more, more, more, 
can't wait to see
what is in store. 

I won the ticket to Wonka's factory, you and me baby
Experimentally visit this tasty luxury
Let's give in to this invention, 
my attention is on your affection.
Your delicious bliss I am melting into your lick my lips kiss
I mold into mild wild flavors when it is you I savor
No one else can compete because you are my tasty treat.

My senses explode on overload when I get near you,
I hear you speak my name like a candy cane 
I get sticky when your fingers touch me
I'm ready play, to stay in this paradise 
cause your candy tastes so nice.

You are my sweet addiction,
yes I want more, more, more, 
can't wait to see
what is in store. 


~06-27-2014~

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The Fork in the Road

I can give a chick an option
And she'll pick the other path
Just to divide herself 
Like she out here doing math
Calculating all the ways things can go bad
She don't understand happiness
Cause she's used to being sad
I grab her by the hand
And slightly stroke her on the face
Tell her I want to be her man
But to this touch, she can't relate
She stuck in the past
But we've all made mistakes
She think all I want is ass
But I'll work hard for 1st base
Just to round 2nd 
After days of going on dates
I want to slide home
But for her, I have to wait
I'm ol skool baby
I do things a different way
Been retired my jersey
I ain't got no time for games
I love a good challenge
So I play to win
I'm trying to be your future
So my time, I present
Your beauty is a present
Let me bask your presence
I want you to be my woman
So let me be your man

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Letter To Hip Hop Cabinet Members

To whom it may rhyme honestly.
Hip hop is confused. 
Lyrics are nonsensical and abused.
Speaking against it means you'll be boozed.
Everyone is sold out and seduced.

Emcees battle for recognition in sweats of dead legends. 
Genre planted by dead lyrical prophets.
Currently they’re searching for rap god but this doesn’t sound ancient.
This search does not deserve a capital G
Let’s jump straight to old school index.

Biggy and Tupac for instance permanently were consumed.
Like gibberish everyone turned confused.
Now we have au pairs of hip hop.
Fears for Tears
Wait till that first president is vacuumed.

Everyone will defiantly be confused.
A holiday will be planted and assumed.
Rest assured it will be approved.
Holidays amplify drainage in pockets.
Like new hip hop, dead rhymes get approved.

But who am I sneaking in reality's perfume.
My hip hop worries are harmless sounds like gurgles.
Gun shots in my face would be unchained bullet harmonious patterns
But that menace to me is doddle.
Easy cake two minutes noodles.

As I pay my last respect and spit worries.
May Old School Hip Hop resurrect in peace.
Rise in bilingual lyrical pieces.
As beats, we will strike against these complex increases reviving our old nieces
In hope some dope emcee will neck rope this confused hip hop

Like News everyone is an expert of hip hop views
The sun will take a 12 hour flight before our darkness is saved from this loss.
We are plunging into darkness in the name of new century. 
Lost in the jungle.

Yours creatively Boom Bab Beats

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My Boat

A boat floating on this endless ocean of poetry/
Carrying the generation of free verse/
Lion smiles on their faces
A journey to their brains when this photographic poetry spit poisonous truth/
Roof of their brains shield under dreaded brains/
Who speaks for your lips
When they keep spitting in your face/
A nation sucking your tears dry
Nobody knows you cry
You die unconsciously
Your poetry expires
You speak for the mute
Puke unspoken poetry
Corner of your brain knows nobody knows you cry
Unconsciously the bridge of life you jump
You lie
You keep away from eyes that reflect shadows of your spirit in poetry/
Ride my boat and live it/

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KILL A BEAT 2

I bring hit after hit like a boxer
You haters' inconsistent
Everybody's on the same vibe
Mine's kinda' different
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop
Verse hot, hook hot--
I'm gon' sellout soon as I drop

Minor in poetry, fine-arts major

Doctor goon on deck, call this a fear-factor

I'm going in, but I ain't got no curfew

I son a lot of you, it's like I birth you

Got a lot of verses, but this ain't a Bible

Fallout when you hear this, I ain't liable

Ain't talking 'bout tearing, but the beats R.I.P

Didn't sell a lot of tracks, but I got D.O.E

Put you up on game, my hustle's M.O.E

Music over everything, ain't moving 'D'

I got cash like the bank, I sell CD's

Smells funny, tickled my nose, I might sneeze

You would think I'm water, the way I flow

I'm just like some dynamite, bound to blow

Act like you're in a recliner, lay back

If I ain't on fire, then why they say that?

Feature, feature, can I get a feature

So far ahead I sit on competition--bleacher

My Raps' like a bunch of apartment buildings, complex

Got chicks on my jock', ain't talking 'bout sex

I'm so different, it's magnificent

Haters want me to fall, but that's not how the script went

Thing's fishy, I ain't gettin' caught in that net

Just killed the beat, without breaking a sweat

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Yung MCs

Hook: Here's the truth. We gon shine. Yung MCs and that's no lie. Coming up. To our door. Yea we got them flows galore. (Repeat x4)         Verse: Guess who just jumped on the phone. Riding to a new metronome. With his sickish flows. He's hysterical. So scientific, alchemical. And everyone knows I'm genuine. I'm stacking do like innuen. Time for you to tell all your friends that this yung mc is stepping in. The rap game poor. Needs a switch in economics. Cuz a lot of these suckas still talking bout the chronic. Youthful intelligence, call it Malcolm in the middle. You old brothers sit down. Try to learn to widdle. Cuz these yung MCs gonna leave you frikazied.  We a whole new breed. Give the people what they need.  We a brand new sound. From a dusty ghost town. Reborn from the ashes. It had burned to the ground. This yung brother yurns. For the world to hears his words. Because the rap nowadays is so absurd. But I assure you this. When I walk into the room. Put my mouth to the mic. And straight up kill it on a tune. I'll come with a style that'll match any vet. Rhymes way swift  5 blade like Gillette. The level I stand will never be met. Cuz you fly bird. Yet I fly jet. And honestly when we on the scene you hear the sickest similes. Slicing beats with symmetry that cause the haters ears to bleed. I take the light you try to keep. Cuz all your words are obsolete. It's night-night. Time to sleep. Close the crypt. Rest in peace.

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WHO AM I

I am a child of the palace
Living like a slave
So that these human can relate
That fate
Never comes in a sliver plate
My life is great
No spoon, give me a spade

I am a winner without a race
A stubborn stain you can’t erase
I am known without a face
Set free without a case
When I get lost
I’m sketched and never traced

Too believe or not to
Is a choice
So to me, God is a choice

That inner voice 
That refuses to shut up 
When nobody is listening
Life is not a math problem
So I never looked for solutions
When I smile, it means I’m happy
When I cry, it means I’m alive

I was born 
But never raised
I am adored
But never praised
I am a child of that palace
Living like a slave
So that you can relate

That human are born to be loved 
And things are made to be used
But now things are loved 
And you and I are being used
And now we are confused
Over what we’ve become
Objects of envy hate and blame

I am a solder without ammo
I am the white keys in your piano
I am the fragrance in your flower garden
The only blessing from the curse of Eden

I was schooled but never taught
I was fooled but never caught
I was hated but never abated
Betrayed but never delayed 
Discriminated but never serrated,
Crowned but never celebrated
Mistaken but never regretted
I am a nightmare
That was never unrevealed

I am a gift wrapped up in a small curse
A jewel in life’s golden purse
A bird with wet wings
Waiting for the sun rays
So I can fly
And dance in the sky


I am the mirror
The reflection of what I am
And not who I am 
So who am I?

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Goin' In

G-O-I- to the N. These 4 letters fill my head and that point I do begin. To go in and bust a ryhme. Come with a bong and you're right on time. To see my quickness, watch my shine and see me snap on every line. Through the course of this beat, I'll try to demonstrate. How everytime I jump on a track, I seem to defacate. And literate the coldness that I epitimate. Let's get it straight. I'm up on my way to the top and all my opponents I will eliminate. I see the game today and I must say it's a shame to mention. they're ryhming street with meat but lack a true flowwer's intuition. they're just spitting about the money and how they're looking so legit. And you say that you're running the streets well I'm about to take your jurisdiction. Because i never run out of breath. Can't you see that I'm clearly insane. Because this state of excessive dilirium has got me on a campaign. To get my streets from out of their sleep. And have them bopping to the beat. It's a renasance full of ambionce. And bovine hide free. It's a party and I'm the host. But the rest you've yet to see. Go by name of Intel The Brain. Or you could just call me I.T.B. Or you can call me that brother that can go up in the sky and have a mass celabration. Homie call it higher than thy. The skills that I sketch in this sonat, so horribly toxic. That if put inside of a missle and you launch it, call it atomic. And if you did'nt understand it then you need to run it back. Because I just plainly showed you how to go in on a track.

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freak

some ppl call me freak
damn i think theyr from the Greece
why do not u suck my dick
to know who is the freak

shit you want to be great
but u can not run for 10 feet
u know get back and take a set
and learn from all over the best


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Santas Responsibility Rap

Santa’s Responsibility Rap
Loch David Crane 
July 2, 2006

Santa's jolly all year long
	he’s such a happy soul;
but if ya ever cross him
	he’ll put you in a hole.

Santa’s very red and white
	he knows who's good and bad.
His character assessment
	shows us what a life you’ve had.

So obey your Mums and Daddies
	and the helpful officers too
then we can jail the bad guys
	and help each other through.

We write laws to protect us all,
	both powerful and least;
 treat others as you treat yourself,
	respecting all, is best.

But if you sass your Daddy,
	or the officer ignore,
expect a swat upon your rump
	or SWAT outside your door.

Ol' Santa reads the crime reports
	on a computer he refused
to deliver to a bad boy
	whose trust had been abused.

He's read your blog on Facebook
	and he knows what's in your heart:
so "you better be good for goodness’ sake"
	or your gifts will all depart.

Santa doesn't like bad boys
	or messes on the floor.
He doesn't have to forgive you
	and he doesn't have to bring more.

For Santa reflects what you give to others
	and whom you choose to be;
because only a pleasant person 	
	gets dreams beneath his tree.

A loud, or stubborn, or spoiled child
	sees an empty cactus tree;
a helpful, cheerful, giving kid
	is a joy that Santa sees.

You must think as much of others
	as you do just for yourself
if you want to see those goodies
	coming towards you off the shelf.

 'Cause Santa isn't Jesus,
	that's why he keeps a list
of happy little readers
	and those in whom he's disappointed.	

Santa doesn't love you all
	or listen when you pray--
just good behavior is the key
	for toys on Xmas day.

"What's the X in Xmas?"
	trembling little voices cry.
X is an unknown value
	until you steal or lie.

For Santa isn't Jesus,
	he's an atheist you see –
he dispenses voluntary gifts
	underneath his pagan tree.

He doesn't owe you anything,
	 his gifts are from the heart..
He judges your behavior
	and each year is a new start.

As you behave, so shall you be	
	rewarded by St. Nick;
but if you're bad the year before
	then coal will be his trick.

What goes around comes back around
	and what was old is new;
When you give respect to others
 	it returns increased to you.

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i wanna be creative

i want to be creative 
but sometime i am negative
damn someone turn me positive 
to make me feel am a good native

listen to me bb no one can be great
only if you now how to make the beat 
beat the best and u never take a set
cuz everyone well the bad freaky beast

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for the listening

heres a brush, dont comb your hair
no need for touch, pictures float in air
words paint an image, with room to spare
skull cap open, bowl full of rare
no fools allowed, deep thoughts out loud
bow when I finished, no bowing down
no cowing out, holy cow sound
sacrificed lamb, ostracized bound
break ground no ground hogs found
clouds still there, shadows over town
colossus in distance, silver in a crown
rainstorm for a hat, shower till i drown
no ark necessary, I go with the flow
all art especially made with pain and soul
blood in the mix, sweat for the christening
hugs over sex, I don't rap for the listening

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

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Battlefield Tribulations

Come on brain 
Lets do this *****
Conjure these flows 
So I can to spit 
Not no dumb dumb 
Something they can feel me with
Something hard never soft 
Something tight 
Right from the top 
Come on come on 
Yep
Entire nations
Move to motivation 
And to battle stations 
Thus 
In hopes of annihilating the competition
With extreme precision 
Visions of battlefield tribulations 
Proceeded by extinction 
Of entire nations 
Readily available are these citations 
And accusations in quotation 
It is written 
Proceed with caution 
This is an extreme soul snatchin' 
Operation 
By the best in enemy infiltration 
Leaves souls wasted 
At the gates of hell 
Is were I wrote this 
And the deepest of holes in Facebook
Is were I'll post it 
And show off my skill as a venomous poet

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5150

A mercenary 
Of dreams 
A master 
Of schemes
Good with a pen
And I run with feigns 
I wont have to pay to get you hit
They'll do it for free
But that's my thing 
So don't try to copy my style 
Cause believe me 
I can write a hell of allot more wild
Give me a second and I'll write it
Some *****
That could get a mother****er indicted
Or sited 
On the grounds of insanity 
********* it 
Whats another fifty-one-fifty 
To add to the stack 
In fact 
Drop the act 10 and give me act 3 
Cause I'm no longer temporary 
I need to get paid 
Ha ha if y'all don't know what I'm talking about then google the shit

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Did I waste my time

At first school was cool
Had to abide by one simple rule
Read and write
And never fight
Recite the alphabet
How easy can it get?
One plus one is two
A E I O U
Two times two is four
D O O R spells door
Maths was about addition and subtraction
Multiplication and division
Studied animals and apes
And all them shapes
Circles and triangles
Squares and rectangles
Pentagons, hexagons
Septagons, octagons
Nonagons and decagons
Then I grew a little and things got tough
The stuff got a bit rough
School became boring
Talk of junior-high bullying
I got scared and
The maths got weird
Areas and volumes
Cones and pyramids
Cords and sectors
Quantities and vectors
Pi r squared?
Half times base times height?
No way I’m getting these right
Positives and negatives
Radius and diameter
Areas, perimeters
Voltmeters and ammeters
More and more shapes
Rhombus, star and trapezium
Physics and chemistry
Lithium and helium
Biology and history
Mussolini, Hitler and Stalin,
And the famous wall of Berlin
I thought I was done
But things got less fun
I started to debit and credit
Economics and statistics
Differentiation and intergration
Poisson and normal distribution
Assignments, projects and dissertations
Now I’ve got the diplomas and degrees
But guess what
I’m just a poet
Now, tell me
Did I waste my time?

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racism

sometime i work so hard
but a kind of ppl make it bad
thats make me feel so deep sad
you know i just laugh on dm laud 

some of dm think they'r British
shit weak up ur just like a bitch 
u can't handle it so u just scratch
ur self cuz u losz ur dream nd u can't  catch

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Call Me Skitzo

If I walk across scolding coals, does that make me unstoppable
If I steal metaphors, does that make me a mastermind UN-robbable?
That's improbable, but it's not impossible for the phenomenal,
Call me Skitzo, I'll shatter monk monastery windows, that's illogical

With unimaginable skills, imagery on the metaphorical canvas 
Painting a picture with no paint, just ink that sinks to Atlantis
Rhymes that blow through the atmosphere's 9th layer because it couldn't handle,
The schizophrenic master of ceremonies,  mind implanted with an infinite lit candle

Hidden in the chamber of secrets, with a key made of optoelectronic stone
In a cove under the Pacific Ocean, after walking a bridge of gold
As legend has it he goes schizo, while futuristic intelligence unfolds
It's said he was born through a pen, he rests on the alphabets soul

He could form an eclipse and hand out epilepsy just by writing a rhyme,
Shatter building in milliseconds, or frighten an emotionless mime
Miscalculations at birth, infused with metaphors born into his mind,
He's more advanced then modern day science in the year 3009,

Slice open his inner cranium, and watch ink leak from is brain
Because we was born into a notebook, born to be lyrically insane
Outlandish metaphorical achievements, and he's quick to do it again
Thirteen years old, and 20 years ahead of anyone in the game

His knowledge is justified as a mystery wrapped an enigma,
Illiterate punchlines suffocating while suffering from amnesia,
While thoughts lurk around the corner, a firewall creeps up,
And blocks incoming ideas, while lecturing on how to keep up

A brain overloaded with intellect, hard drives at maximum capacity,
Like Leonardo da Vince,  with untouchable metaphorical imagery,
Come in and see, how Skitzo lives unreliably maniacally
The maniac in black and white, who lives in his notebook like a penitentiary

The profressor living prophetic, prophesying a diabolical prophecy,
The paradox of the underground, self established and raised to fight nightmares with dreams,
The living equinox, solar and lunar eclipses take place with in me
Intimidating the space time continuum, with black holes that negatively defend me

Call Me Skitzo, not an alter ego, it's me and he's speaking out,
Try and research the possibility to withhold the knowledge, you won't find anything about,
You're all programmed to believe that I'm under you, but I doubt,
You've ever heard the legend of Skitzo, so watch the sounds that come out of your mouth