REPARTEE (wordplay) :
I saw a fierce tiger moving in the woods,
Last time when I was playing gulf with Tiger Woods.
I looked tony and ready to cruise,
As I was introduced to Toni Cruz.
Big ups to James and Brown for gifting me that nice shoe,
It looks like the one James Brown wore to perform, 'I got you'.
And anytime I listen to him I feel good.
His songs rub my spine so well in the hood too,
So much that I call him Robin Hood.
Bruh hurry, 'cause you gonna afford the fees of this school,
Fifty percent's paid by Harry Ford for whoever comes through.
Yeah, James and I have a bond so cool,
And we operate with a James Bond rule,
Which makes our friendship very beautiful.
More do we regard the bill posted on the gates, dude,
Than the tongue of Bill Gates that gets us confuse.
The champ endures his pain in a bit blue,
Then after pop a champagne to celebrate what he do.
Sometimes there may be a failure when the weather is determined,
But not when Mayweather is in the ring,
Since he always put in his best to win.
He would even win when he should box Putin,
George sends him a walker anytime he goes to the bush and train.
Which is confirmed by George Walker Bush as pertained.
And that goes beyond what we see,
Just as I'm seconding Beyonce.
No germ dare infest that stone,
'cause he's already a gemstone.
Crowned a heroe to forever reign at the bowl,
That's believed a possible rainbow.
Quiet moment meeting Mary on that far land as we go,
Says she's from Maryland but I didn't know.
It's been years when we and Michael toured Jordan with NBA, aww,
Still happy of my communion with Michael Jordan, bruh.
But ensure flies don't spoil the butter with moulds,
As you need to batter those flies at your home,
I don't mean the butterflies in the cold.
My Baby doesn't worry about anything,
Says every little thing's gonna be alright, as she thinks,
When busily listening to Bob marley.
So many years ago, some one sent her a light bulb from Mali,
Till now it still functions, since she turns it down low.
And it does shines out through the door,
So it's outdoored.
And the more her lifestyle's added with some odd,
The more she's adored.
And I love it when she serves me her breast on a plate,
'cause I become delighted to wrestle my foes with a breastplate.
In fact, I love her when in the night she begins to gale,
And many guess that she's just a nineteen year old girl,
But far old is my Baby, Nightingale.
Well, she never missed the mile when she threw the stone,
But she didn't know death's another milestone.
Copyright © Dapaah Anderson | Year Posted 2022
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