Best Artmoney Poems

Another Freestyle

this is not a poem this a rap tell if you like it


I'm sick in the mind can't you tell by my rhymes/

Got my own swagger and yeah i got a hell of a style//

Aching for niggaz to step up man this game is mine/

flowing in a different dimension yeah I'm flowing through time//

raise in the streets but i refuse to cry man i refuse to die/

a star is born and he's a hell of a child consume with pride//

my whole crew is leaders and man we don't believe in lies/

and plus we're dodging death can't close our eyes//

you could call me a fiend cause i'm addicted to crime/

leaving a legacy like Michael Jordan in his prime//

speaking words of wisdom stuck in the street behind enemies line/

smelling like a pond when i'm spitting yeah my flow is high times//

a real lyrical asssaisin making money like magic/

abr-ka-da-bra this game is so tragic dragtics//

but yet i'm still on the block stretching money like elastic/

my money be flipping all day just call it gymnastic//