Best Hiphop Poems
story to tell
they ring a bell
saying it all
there music makes the call
its at top of the lot
and hot
HIPHOP
POPS THE TOP
Hip-Hop is dead
I can’t feel the throb, the devotion, the dedication
I wear all black
Black stilettos, black cut dress, aimed real low
Seductive but simple, I know my place
Beside the King, my sweet deceased Revolutionist
Rap’s number one supporter, holding the casket with a broken
S I G H
Someone plays, a radio, across the way
Slick beats drip past the ears to slime the brain
Wet and easy manipulated clay
Media displays wealth and misogyny
50 million dollar chains
Females addicted to being slapped around
Like China Dolls in half-made Cl o thes
Pose, Shawty and let this crunk beat fill your hips
Purse your lips, Mami, and I’ll let you
Be my accessory
Remember when the revolution was a evolution of the mind
Freestyles match drums in intensity
When freestyles were uncontrolled like the wild brown skin he was in
I felt, loved, Hip-hop in my veins
Let him be the catalyst for the beating of my heart
I was so in love with his swagger, his love of himself and his people
Hat tipped real low to hide the pain
Beat real tight to stop the taint
Of failure and to rise like the dust after a stampede
I’d take Hip-Hop to bed every night
Let him rise and fall like the heaving of my chest
It was so hot I could barely breathe for the intensity overcoming me
The pounding of intellect in my throat
Stroked me from head to toe
And Rocked my ghetto loving soul
And he said things I’ve waited my whole life to hear
play sweetly in my ear
Dreaming of dreams too big
To let fade away
He grew shallow, loving women with hollow heads and thick thighs
Low rides and forgetting what he left at home
Long nights and overtime left me alone
Released hundreds of artists
Torn between money and the spoken word
His best friends tried to revive what was inside, too late the damage took over
50 Cent arrived with Lil’s, and Young’s and a mess of southern heat
I was there when the light left his eyes
After Dr.Dre’s Chronic
Hip-Hop was Dead
it that time
you draw no line
have music of all kind
they sing soul and rap
goes on until dust
r/b soul and pop
its\
sprit of christmas
AND HIPHOP
its got it beat
gets underneat
you pat your feet
if is hip hop you rap on a cct
if if pop or soul your feeling unload
no music rots
ALL MUSIC
HIPHOP SOUL IS TOPS
Mz Hiphop is the reason I hold my pen tight
She inspires encourages and motivates me to write
Ever since I was little I looked up to her
Everything before that was just a blur
She gave me the glasses to see talent waiting to be unlocked by me
She guided me with her love for spoken word poetry the art
Her words provided healing and cures for a broken heart
Her voice puts broken pieces back together in an instant
My life line moved away and I feared she would become distant
But in reality she is just one call away
Mz Hiphop is my sister and that I'm honored to say
Thank you for the gift that you passed on to me
Forever grateful I will always be
Words don't do justice when it comes to this subject
I know to this you would object
You have more words than an dictionary
Your passion spread out all across your stationary
Your poetry is music to my ears
And anyone else who has the pleasure to hear
I thank you I miss you and love you too
Whenever you read my poetry just know it was all because of you
Science is my bible
N Google is my reverend
I read more than 66 books so my verses never end,
Yes I guess am a mess
And life's a game of chess,
But am too blind to check mates,
Not a fruit fan so I don't do dates,
Am a linesman,
Hoping one match is enough to make my name stick,
Mic trembles in my hands and am on the beach where time forms the sands and g strings guitar the bands,
Tryna deal with the y's that come after my ex's,
Escaping the prison where society pees on the average brain,
Fate is a ***** she gives head,
I became unusual instead,
Sleep is me pretending to be dead,
Am a creep,
My scars run deep,
How many?
Those are counts I can't keep,.
Am scared of my shadow,
So I walk in darkness.
This ends my freestyle,
Punchlines I guess I rap fiststyle And a heavy beat,
That's how I injure basic brains.
Elliepoet
Faster than two ducks
slick on the street or what
Wet on the Street or what
wet tires on a motor
Mothers on a motor
the street or what
up the come up
in up nothing hoe
in all done up
hoe says she wants to be my friend
I love that hoe too.
Help with the difference
help me understand
If there was one
day I remember
more than others
is the day of mothers
and valentines
Battle lines, battles lost
Battles the Boss
Battle Eccentric
I like to interprut
I like to get into it
rubber nuts
burning rubber up the gut
the main street gets smoked up
big thrasher what are they after
the green light
At the Factor
In the Clean Night
The road is wet and Ive
I lost my sight
I cant fight the speed
Its Heavy Baby
two tons of Gravy
Suicidal and homicidal Behavious
Hit the Gas cause
the breaks will save her x2
She aint late she,
Be there Later, riding
street in squat reliefit dont knock its a beast
It just Knocks the street
its a new day
music has lots to say
from my block
its none stop
its
HOMEBOYS AND HIPHOP
You better believe what your bringing
Cause I'm cracking out these lyrics and leaving your ears ringing
I'm like the angels that sing on high
See all of humanity and ask why
Cause I'll give you a reason to believe
Bring all hope and let all this doubt just leave
I'm relieved to see that your carrying your weight now
So lift it up high as the waters rise up how
you better remember you can swim
Your failure is vast while your success is slim
Be ready to assimilate what they sell you
See how they got you and control what you do
No way is this close to finish tho
I'll flex my mind and break you out of these chains so
Working in another Homegirl
Working on orders Homegirl
Over the Border Homegirl
Over the Parchuka Essa
In the twilight
I love whos staring back at my eyes
And back in my life
On my back pages
I was thinking I was going
Through phases
Everything thing that aint a
Proper noun now
Everything is people and places
A comprehensive collection
Of th collect awareness
I was there when, and then it wasn’t
So important
I was on her jock then
And we went to hit send
And we argued all about it.
Young throwed trigger shoots
Crack dealers wearing suites
Crack addicts in combat boots
See if you know whats got into you
See if you know why it used
To be so much better
So to every letter and every bomb
Blew up when were calm thats true.
5150 salute
5150 dues
Over……the top
I said Over….the finances
Over…all the crying baby
Over…dying baby
Over…. 5150 gravy
Under……the pressure
Under….. the tow
under…. The table
under ….. Throw in the fable
Under……stood her nature
Beside….we so wreckless lately
beside ….we have so many babys
Beside…its not that heavy baby
Beside the pool, we lay all day baby
To Whom it may concern
Who ever it may be
Whatever happens, we ready
Where it takes us andretti
When the levy breaks and hits accellerate
When the real separates from the fake
Baby we eat steak not acetate
they say this and that
its way its at
its todays youth
rapping the truth
the music has a beat
HIPHOP SPEAK
they from here and there
everywhere
its a fact
not black or white
the ture is the light
some bop
love to run there chop
its
THE
WORLD OF HIPHOP
its tops and its hot
its speak
some has a nices beat
its part of the getto
all about us we know
its about good bad lot
THE
POOR AND HIPHOP
it was on the sand
was boom box band
the music was was dap
it was rap
it was music wide hats flop
and beach cot
we all by ocean prance
was
DANCE BEACH AND HIPHOP
the music speak
its had a sex beat
say it all
the music is a sexes ball
you listen mind
unwince get lock
its SEX MUSIC
AND HIPHOP