Without you there's no doubt I'd be
a man without this poetry,
you brought the artist out of me,
my rhymes make up your legacy.
The millions that you got through too
took comfort that they felt like you,
writing songs that are pure and true
easing minds as Churchill would do.
Your songs in which you're sad or fume
have never needed Auto tune,
as you change the minds that assume
you're nothing but a mouthy loon.
Lost yourself in the moment and grabbed it,
but have never used your songs to brag it,
too busy writing lyrical magic
and overcoming all those bad habits.
When written off you always return,
and spit sick lyrics but some don't learn,
the rest of them all live concerned,
your status was no gift but earned.
A man that called himself Slim Shady
inspired and found the poet in me.
As I hyper focus and rhyme with ADHD,
feeling hopeless goes unnoticed and I am set free.
With all the rhymes that I have penned
I'm nothing but a Stan 'til the end,
I don't know you but you're a friend,
Marshall Mathers, a living legend.
the course of of our lives
had to fight off a zombie sucker in the night
a crust of the bisquit isthe apostrophe
some folks like to get away take a hide away from the neighborhood
KRS- 1 in my philosophy is relevant for today
Eminem is still my friend where do I even begin again
meditation, communication & soul vexation
the likes of Drake make no mistake calling out our fate
Pac is is one great brother who held his head up
fess up to Scarface with the Diary sucker
burning Todd Bridges leave him with best wishes
leave up one hump Trump to his no it all wall
sticking with the flow one mic in my hand
when to understand
love is deep inside of me my fame to flame for society
had to take a freakin break getting loose as a goose
spreading my wings on a caboose
Rat tit tat tat got some flames on my ass
no one gets by on a free pass
simpler times with ill but faded rhymes
get stearing wheels on steel thrills on every situation
now is the hour of power gots to take a hot shower
fill up a pool without any water
Eminem knows how to flow on point
just some things you ought to know
bust up the beat to promote the tempo
Fire of timing
Lyrics shining
Unveiling the mining
Emotions rhyming
Rap to the beat
Feel his heat
Given a seat
His door is opening
He's only hoping
Don't be moping
His color isn't taupe
Don't give him a rope
That's not his soap
Reborn a phoenix
Into his mix
Get your fix
He won't nix
Slim Shady flow
Date: Mon, Nov 2 2015 at 1:19 PM
This is Lazarus "Wake"
Listening to Master "Ace"
The Master Ace "Catastrophic" "Break"
Disaster "Waits"
Fashion fakes of the heroes "Blasphemous" "Capes"
Walking with Jesus blood "Splattered" "Robe"
Swollen "Elbows" with his cross I "Plaster" into "Stones"
It was shattered in "Stones"
Until i mastered the pattern to "Clone"
Casper's "HOME"
Now Casper ghost "Refractured" "Structured" into my "Bones"
Smiles of laughter from clusters of "Gnomes"
I take a trip all over earth for HIS CROSS to be "KNOWN"
Listening to Gospel in my "Headphones"
I notice the air show of "Drones"
The truth hidden in the crack of the "Potholes" "Shown"
Open Bible full of Wisdom & "Pro's"
Treasures of "Gold"
Evidence of the "Soul"
Open "Scrolls"
Inside the "Portfolio"
Of Heavens Poet never "Told"
Unshaved for weeks, he looks like a yeti
Beard hangs from his chin, like soft spaghetti
Runs to the jugnel, from life so petty
Obsessed with money and mom's spaghetti
He doesn't have nada he's so in debt he
Has less nothing to his name, like he said he's
Sharing with the tribes of the Sarengheti
He's so worn down, his arms like spaghetti
Cutting bamboo with a sharp machete
The bambo breaks, just like raw spaghetti
The leaves fill the air like green confetti
He cut's through the jungle, slow and steady
Forgot bout home's warmth and mom's spaghetti
He's headed for camp, he's there already
Searching for other life, much like SETI
Showing natives things like mom's spaghetti
He opens his pack filled with raw spaghetti
Over boiling water, his brow is sweaty
In 10 minutes he'll serve them spaghetti
They all get a plate of cooked spaghetti
The chief goes wild, you can bet he
Dance round the fire like Deler Mehndi
Chief's flexible, much like cooked spaghetti
The've never seen a thing like spaghetti
Excitement abounds over spaghetti
Their lives so flexible, much like spaghetti
Dancing around over their spaghetti
Until the sun sets over the jetty
Inspiring lyricist to many,
His rhymes are extremely varied,
at first I thought he was crazy, but in his stories I saw me,
trying to escape, always trying to make things right a little too late,
but remind yourself to never listen to the hate.
When you feel it, it' almost hard to believe it, you're probably destined for nothing less than great.
Then the pressure adds,you feel no other emotion besides to get mad,get loud,
I'm simply losing my cool, called a fool for losing my sense of humor because i decided to like school.
Just like him, I did it for me, I wanted to get clean, my addiction was any drink containing some henny.
I no longer wanted to limit my abilities.
Life though seems longer,slower, and rougher but now I can remember life itself.
Now I see me.
There is beauty filled with insecurities, welcoming warmth,but a predators attack towards anyone who want to question me.
Painful past, fake ass home, it's like I was taught to put on some kind of show, but i refuse to take part in that anymore.
Just like him I'm discovering my roots, who I am along with all the truth.
I DONT KNOW ENGLISH
BUT I LOVE EM
I DONT LOVE RAP
BUT I LOVE SLIM
I DONT KNOW WHY
I LOVE EMINEM
HE IS A LEGEND
This is a thought or an epiphany / but from how I see : confidence is lacking in thee / so I'll shift into gear /
she put the bug in my ear : denounce fear / pronounce a new style to pounce : opened mouthed claws out :
middle finger raised screaming hell yeah : here / eat this plate / when finished : wipe shame from face / walk
with swagga speed up pace / moving to quick to leave a trace / of anything haunting , n starting , or sparking
of the old tablet : to be erased / point in case / chess not checkers : fix my face / n change habits / kill
babbage : with flame-lit carriages filled with kerosene soaked mattresses / n stomach filled with c4 crack
addicts / with the driver chained downed named past tense / hold close the new reference / a decorative
veteran whose suplexing / souped up on goals and aggression : only stressing where the next victim to mess
with / never relaps on past acts just future facts / pemped up ready to attack any acrobat that'll get trapped ,
get slapped , get jacked 4 every piece of their scratch / every piece of dignity , humanity , organs , flesh nose
bones n back / so scratch that
Peace
I am just a fan who wants to make a stand
To tell a tale, to a great rapper
Dark eyes,lost soul
A thousands words covered in gold.
Who are you?
EMINEM - encourage-able ,mighty,important,nutritious,eager and memorable
You are bless
Thousand may break you
Millions may destroy you.
But you are a warrior
Great ,fearless,brave and noble
Destine to fulfill a plan
It is written for every record that is sold
There is a journey to be told
A heart to be broken
A friend to encounter
A lover yet to discover.
Lonely heart, buried feelings
Secret thought don't be shy
Don't be cruel
You are loved by millions and missed by all.
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