Sheena A Moore Poet Free verse

Caribbean Ride

Verse:




Yo, Caribbean Ride, you think you got the vibe?
But your beats be so weak, like they barely survived,
Tropical rhythms, but you lack the real heat,
Got me wondering if you ever felt the street beat.




You swing like a hammock, just swayin’ in the breeze,
While I’m grindin’ on the hustle, bringin’ fire with ease,
Reggae roots? Nah, you’re just a watered-down clone,
Callin’ yourself island, but you chillin’ alone.




Dancehall dreams, but your moves are so stale,
Tryna ride the wave, but you just set sail,
You’re a poppy little flower, in a field full of thorns,
While my rhymes hit hard like a storm that’s reborn.




Your lyrics be light, like a feather in the sky,
I’m the hurricane comin’ to watch your hopes die,
Catch me in the booth, I’m the king of the scene,
While you’re lost in the tropics, just chasin’ a dream.




Take a shot at me? Man, you’ll miss every time,
I’m the pulse of the islands, you just a nursery rhyme,
So step back, little rider, it’s time to step down,
I’m the voice of the culture, you just a lost sound.




So pack up your vibes, you ain’t fit for the crown,
In this rap game, boy, you just a clown.
Next time you think of flexin’ on the mic,
Remember this diss, and retreat with your spite.

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