Best Kendrick Lamar Poems
If I hear Gucci Gang one more time I'm going to go insane
I went from being a tortured poet, to a music artist's music leaving me in pain
Repeating the same words for 2 minutes, you leave most poets pens ashamed
Out of all the new rappers, I couldn't tell you ten names
They're all the same, rapping about nonsense
Oh you take drugs and brag, thank you for the context
I'd rather listen to Nas, Rakim, Lupe Fiasco, Kendrick Lamar and stuff more complex
Lil Pump is as talented as an orange
Does he even speak a real language? Because everything sounds Foreign
Ice Cube, Jay-Z, Nas, Biggie, Big Pun, Eminem, Tupac, Bone Thugs N Harmony were the best people
Lil Pump, Young Thug, Soulja Boy, and most these new rappers make me jealous of deaf people
At least if I was deaf I wouldn't have to hear what they say
But they mumble their words so I can't make it out anyway
a dictionary of words, and these fools use the same 10 words in every song
These days rappers are all the same, there's no edgy one
I'm 25, but grew up on Jadakiss, Fabolous, 50 Cent, Game, and Wu Tang
So forgive me for not caring about these drug addicted bragging rappers with their new slang
Holding on to 80's 90's and early two thousands Hip-Hop so I won't lose touch
But I can't believe half the nonsense I'm hearing from this new stuff
When these rappers come on you have to Mute it
The best new rappers, are Cole, Kendrick, Nino Bless, Locksmith and Joyner Lucas
Sometimes holding on is good, but you need to know when to remove the hand
Which is now, because I'm going to go insane the next time I hear Gucci Gang
Homage to Poetry (Formerly PoET a Tree)
By Brett Somers
3/19/16
Poetry is everywhere
It’s in our hearts
It’s in our minds
It’s the purest expression
Of human kind
It’s the breath
Of our inner creation
A touch of the divine
As they sing the lines
Of Dylan, Morrison, Kendrick Lamar
To the base of their idling car
They may say poetry ain’t cool
Wiser – They know
For poetry at times
Is an abstract old fool
An aweing sight, at the Eiffel Tower I glance
I am in the city of love called Paris, France
A romantic heart and enamored of my miss
At a local diner and leaning in for the kiss
A kiss so deadly that can never go wrong
As an accordion plays this lovely love song
With the velvet rose to set our sex on fire
In this night we can fulfill our sexual desires
Track: Kendrick Lamar - Backseat Freestyle (Explicit)
it's quite good actually
Jericho likes it -
but i'm struggling not to giggle
as i lie on the bed in the middle
of the night
my wife is not giggling
she is asleep
but i am certain i heard giggling
through the wall
yes, the neighbours are giggling
both of them
i look for the saw
because i want to join them
through the wall
and we can giggle together
it takes forty minutes
i'm through the wall
and the portal
leads me to the giggling
she's tickling the dermatologist
i look back through the excavation
i tiptoe back in
and i wake up my wife
and after twenty minutes she giggles with me -
until she sees the space in the wall
we stare at it from the bed
i burp loudly
what a time to be alive
RAPPERS & LEGENDS IN THE UFC
In the Octagon, where fists collide,
All Eyez on we, the view is worldwide.
This battle's a wild mix of might & rhythm,
But when the ref calls time, it's all for a gold limb.4
Tupac enters first with ferocity and might,
Throwing rhyme-punches at anything in sight.
Shakur is a warrior with words that pierce,
In the cage, his passion is so fierce.8
Biggie Smallz steps in, swagger and style,
His lyrics hit hard, his punches fueled by guile.
A heavyweight with rhymes so smooth,
In the UFC, his flows would make crowds groove.¹²
Eminem jumps in, the lyrical genius unbound,
With lightning speed, his opponents confound.
The real Slim Shady proves he's the lyrical master,
His rapid-fire knocks out opponents faster.¹6
Here comes Kendrick Lamar, a UFC pro.
In the octagon, he brings the flyest flow.
A warrior poet, he weaves a lyrical spell,
Knocks-out his foes before the jingle of the bell.²°
50 Cent's in the ring, ice cold, bold & untamed,
Knocking out opponents, leaving them maimed.
When he brings the Gorilla Units, there's tremor
But when he's solo, he's sharp as a razor.²4
Snoop Dogg's turn, laid-back, swag & chill,
His flow hypnotizes, his punches kill.
Unleash him in the cage, watch him brag
With hit smash, he's always on track.²8
Lil' Wayne joins the fight, tattooed and bold,
His wordplay stings, his punches take hold.
Young Mulla won't back down from any rap mission,
His punches hit hard like a lyrical collision.³²
Wiz Khalifa enters, smooth like no other,
His punches light up foes, he's a stunner!
With his cold-chill swag & cool demeanor,
He brings the smoke & reigns like the guvnor.³6
And last but not least, Travis Scott takes a stand,
His melodic punches echo through the land.
Trap Music King with energy on full blast,
In the Octagon, his performance would last.4°
As the rappers clash in this UFC rap quest,
Their words like punches put their skills to the test.
Each with their own unique vibe and flair.
Envision the battles they would share.44
As the crowd roars, this sight appeared sublime,
Their applause jubilant, returning us from the dream,
For in this arena, these rappers reign supreme.47
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? December 2023.
Written By: D. Collins 5/15/25
To Piggy-back what was said by Kendrick Lamar.
I concur that what he said is the way things are.
Around the corner from me used to be Compton High.
On 120th and Central was that Centennial prize.
I go back in the day to the 1960's.
When Fort McArthur took care of our safety.
I remember Barton Hill in the San Pedro Hills.
Abraham Lincoln in Compton to learn fighting skills.
Junior High was the beginning of what was felt.
7th Grade meant I had to go to Roosevelt.
I lived around the corner from the Pilot House.
A Sailor's stomping ground where mom met pops.
THE BIG 3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In the pantheon of rhyme, where legends intertwine,
Three emcees blaze trails, so divine.
Kendrick, Drake, & Cole, in that revered line,
Emcees crafting worlds, beyond the baseline.4
First, Kendrick Lamar, Compton’s lyrical son,
A poet, a prophet, rolled into one.
His verses, dense forests, where light & shadow play,
Tackling life's contradictions, in a brilliant array.8
Kendrick Lamar, with his lyrical finesse,
With verses that never seem to stress.
"Good Kid, M.A.D City," a masterpiece told,
A journey through streets, where truths unfold.¹²
Second, sail to the North, where Drake reigns supreme,
From "Degrassi" to "God’s Plan," a mainstream dream.
He is a master of melody and flow,
His hits and bangers, all crowds aglow.¹6
A chameleon of sound, from R&B to rap's core,
Crafting anthems of love, loss, & much more.
Views from all round the globe, far & wide,
Drake’s vulnerabilities shows he does not hide.²°
Juggernaut of hits, charts bending to his will,
In the kingdom of music, Drake sits tranquil.²²
Thirdly, J. Cole, the sage from Fayetteville,
Stories woven with wisdom, truths that thrill.
J. Cole, with wisdom beyond his years,
Dropping truths that resonate, calming fears.²6
“Forest Hills Drive,” his opus, pure and clear,
A mirror to the soul, for those who dare to hear.
No feature needed, his narrative alone,
Casting light on shadows, society has grown.³°
Together, these three, a trinity of might,
Their words, their rhythms, set the night alight.
So here's to The Big 3, in all their glory,
Masters of their craft, each with his own story.³4
Though he has so many questionable moments,
From album flops to personal mishaps,³6
But from the consensus, Drake has the hits,
Kendrick is #1 bcos of the albums & the diss,
Cole, 3rd, has the lyrics & the dope flows.³?
Albums are like championships, it holds more weight.
May their verses continue to inspire and amaze,
In rap's grandeur, their names forever blaze.4²
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 24th March 2024.
Rough Draft
[Hook]
Despite all these doubts he shouts at the demons
From now on You cant talk me out of believing
He realized this the right time to get even
Cause he knows there is no sequel
Rough verse
feeling so helpless
So doubtful of my financial welfare
who the hell cares but I do
there is a need to grind hard 9 to 9
to find some dime
for my family
In the midst of all, there comes my dream again
the desire to make money from what I love
it's the music i use to fuse it with my brutal thoughts and suffering
but how? someone like me too far from america
go toe to toe with these juggernauts
Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, Cole, Nas, abel and Bruno mars
but you know what sometimes I feel confident
other days I feel like I'll not fit in mind playin games with me rock, papers but not scissors
coz I cant cut off these dark thoughts outta my vessel
I feel so restless
constant battle inside the oblongata and the grey matter
If I should take one step ahead and risk my life
or should I stay where I am stare my struggle
I don't know where to begin
unbearable it is