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Remember that commercial tool,
that fool Ja Rule.
The miniature 2Pac image imitator,
packaged and bought up but in no way similar.
Was Suge or the Illuminati really behind Pac's murder?
Suge, a dangerous man with many enemies,
while east and west were representing territories.
But Ja was a clone of Pac's identity,
now stop and think....
MURDER INC.
You see off the rival companies,
then you replicate what made them pennies.
It's not that Suge wasn't capable,
it's that someone else had more to gain from it all.
Pac was bigger than the whole of Bad Boy,
even with Biggie Pac was able to destroy.
And what gets put to market knowing it would sell,
Ja Rule and his crew, Murder Inc mocking us and well
hidden by the distraction of the stories and conspiracies
but the east coast killed Pac then benefitted financially.
And it says what it says when he went at 50 Cent,
after all Deathrow artists started a new label to be different.
Aftermath, with Dre and Shady became the main event,
once again the east coast was outdone and unable to prevent
being overshadowed and seen as less relevant.
The Game got signed in a shady way,
they made sure that the market would hear him play,
so I don't think it was Suge or the Illuminati,
when MURDER INC. is a name based on mockery.
Business leaders killed 2Pac,
they did it to be the leader of the pack.
You question was disassociating essential?
Dire Straits, your presence? 2 dang influential
Press play, the beat drops. It was all a dream.
I feel it, just like heavy d up in the limousine
Stories bleed together, wasn’t it biggie?
Nah it’s Nelly. Thinkin bout her, thinkin 'bout me
bout us, how we’ll never be. Only just a dream
Sold on a dream, dang Twista on the scene
These headphones got me tripping, bar after bar
Shuffle with that poetic justice, yea bar after bar
Separation giving clarity, but my hearts hanging on
Here I go connecting dots nah thug it out, next song
Checked the playlist, what’s this? Soft girl era?
Cuts from the vault, how’d you get a key? Dilemma
Unlocked something in me, a side I’ve never known
Had love on the brain, but the truths been shown
Had me playin’ lover, askin’ can I go where you go?
Me? Talkin’ Tennessee? Lettin’ my southside show?
That’s the problem, that’s not meant for me
A lover, born into a fighting world. Can’t ya see
Cuz it’s always been just me, myself and I. Do or die
I don’t know how to live, I was only born to survive
Only knowing how to ride for others, it figures
How to die for others with my hand on the trigger
Cuz it’s a cold Cole world and I can’t get enough
Like the young girl in a push up bra, ya know it, tough
Gathering strength, cuz this bird you can’t change
Feels good to be a gangster, this kids got range
Here we go. Welcome back, welcome back
I’m coming home. There she is, I know this track
You had that Sunday kinda love, killing me softly
But it’s a hard knock life and dang am I unlucky
It was just a matter of time. Can’t keep chasing you
Or that ol’ C Chevy feeling that got gone too soon
But can’t nobody love June like Johnny, it’s true
Never met anyone that could break a heart like you
Delete all the love songs, yea I’m already gone
Had the best of my love but I’ve got to move on
Wish we could’ve always been best of friends
Either way, DMX said it, it’s still mad love till the end
So I’ll stop my crying, it’s just a sign of the times
Can see clearly now, you were never meant to be mine
Written By: D. Collins 12/9/20
You made your play, and I just played with it.
You booked a new stud, and dove deep, down in it.
You blocked me so I couldn't cock-block you.
You being the shot caller ain't no biggie, Boo.
You went in a direction that I could never go.
Knowing who you really are is really good to know.
I must say I don't feel what I once felt.
I'll come out a winner with any hand I'm dealt.
If dissing me somehow gives you strength.
Then, please play it out until the very end.
You wanted to step out to get your feet wet.
It ain't no biggie, Boo. Go ahead and be my guest.
I refuse to be abused, torn down, or broken.
Every time I look around new doors are opened.
It ain't no biggie, Boo. I will come out on top.
And, disprove I'm the man that you think I'm not.
CROWN THE KING OF POP
The spotlight shines bright, the crowd comes alive,
Michael moves through the glow, amongst the jive
He glides through the sequinned lights,
"I heard there's royalty in the room tonight,"4
He belts out, " And what's a Prince to a King?"
The Prince leaves, couldn't dare to kiss the ring,
The legendary hall didn't need to pull a string,
And they all echo aloud, "long live the King!"8
Kobe Bryant rises to the occasion like airwave,
Amy Winehouse approves the king & joins the rave,
Bob Marley smoked “One love” across the sacred hall,
Nipsey nips, hustle hoisted to yield the weed's call.¹²
Biggie beams, exclams "pop culture couldn't get better",
Tupac took part in two packs of blaze, his star glitter.
Witney with whiskey witness the Houston grand award,
Aliyah, from the allay to her seat, honours her word,¹6
XXXtentacion extinguishes every fear to grace the occasion.
The crowd applauds the king & make an oration.
Awards announce our worlds, it amplify our words,
As legends come together, defying all odds.²°
In timeless elegance, their spirits resonate,
The crown will always belong to the King.
Then you realise it was all imagination,
A mere work of creativity and innovation,²4
To poetically bring back to life these fallen heroes
Whose crafts, arts, & music blasted across our windows.²6
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes/Alliteration
Copyright ©?22nd March 2026.
California, California, oh pretty, sunny California
Well, farewell for now till I leave far too sunny Arizona
Boredom kingdom overruled me substantially,
So I talked my sister's ears off automatically
Bloodstream tainted with filth of what-I’ve-done
Forgiveness within is on the run in deserty nature fun
Beyond the highway in the vehicle-made shade and eager-fervor sun
Here I come, family and fun and/or work to be done, I call shot-gun and won!
I’m good, I’m good, good grief – are you? For real???
I knew you needed relief from the brief-grief you feel
No biggie much when stress and anxiety comes our merry way
Because all night and day shall be as bright as marvelous May
My mind is the opposite of noisy, annoying traffic surprisingly
Chatting back and forth with my super spectacular sister in her cocoa-colored car regretlessly
Now, I am in the future in Arizona thankfully!!!! Finally here with family!
I said “London Bridge, here I go!” and arrived in Lake Havasu, instead, in glee..
Boy, what a long, but OK roadtrip... (naw)
Now, Where’s a lake of beautiful blue (as we fuss due to the heat)
Where I can take a refreshing dip? (yeah!)
Oh! It is next to us, what a treat (for my sake and ours too, whoohoo!)
No worries, we are fine, don't trip! (hah)
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Oh - Emm - Geeeee !!!
Who me??
OMG!...I'm gonna wig out, doing this poem!!
A ditz like me writing for a freakin’ contest, no less!!!??
You gotta be kiddin' me !!! Holy fricassee!!
No Way. Jose' !! I'm such a space cadet....OMG !! I’m spazzing out!!
Well...geeze, then..... like, I get this head rush...
I'm getting majorly stoked, ya know?..Like...maybe I’ll give it a shot?...
Still...ya know..., whaddif I, like, totally bombed it!!? OMG!!
I mean, like, ya know how all them other poets?...
Well....like they are so classic...like, ya know?...so awesomely rad!?
Like... say, they eyeball mine, and bustin’ up, they scream…
"Gag me with a spoon?!! CHECK OUT THIS FREAKIN’ GROSS POEM!”
Well,what the hay,.... ..no biggie, guess it wouldn't such a bummer...
yeah......well, shoot, they can call me a loser......who gives a rip??
So, I figure, like ....Whatever, dude!!
Okay, now, I'm totally pumped,...ya know?
Waddif it’s ends up freakin’ sweet? Oh, Pleeeease!!!
Like a win, geeze that would be majorly...rad!!!
I KID YOU NOT! OMG !!! I'm so SURE !! YEAH RIGHT,….AS IF!!!!!
Man, I’m so clueless …hmm. how do I even start this freakin' essay?
so, like....here goes...okay?
Ya' say they won't like it, huh??.. HUH ??? Ya' think??
Tell em to go take a chill pill!!
Duhhhh........!!!!? WHATEVER!!
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Just for fun!: For the Slang Contest
(and be sure....this isn't how I normally talk LOL !!)
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LEGENDS IN SILENCE, VOICES ETERNAL
Hip-hop icons who faced life’s toughest trials,
Pen laid down, eternal rest in Hades or the stars.
Some losses don’t just echo; they hit hard,
In the stillness, debates are sparked.4
TakeOff, 28 — a quiet genius, finesse in flight & style,
Orbiting greatness, until violence made him fly.6
Tupac, 25 — a legend, prophet, poet, a flame of truth,
Shot into shadows, the system took his youth.8
Biggie, 24 — a wordsmith, heavy with dreams,
A vision too grand, vanished at the seams.¹°
XXXTENTACION, 20 — a whirlwind of sound, emotions laid bare,
Searching for identity, then the sky fell unaware.¹²
Nate Dogg, 41 — the eternal hook, a voice like velvet,
Bringing warmth to evenings, yet time wouldn’t let it.¹4
Eazy-E, 30 — a rebel’s mind and Compton’s pride,
Concrete intellect, but the era’s wounds couldn’t hide.¹6
Big Pun, 26 — a titan with rhymes that spanned the ages,
His craft kept Latin pride alive through all the stages.¹8
Young Dolph, 36 — a king who stood tall and free,
His hustle and legacy of strength lives eternally.²°
Pop Smoke, 20 — tomorrow’s voice, silenced too soon,
Dreams felt unsafe, trapped in a room.²²
King Von, 26 — a chronicler of danger, stories too real,
His story closed the book on him, fate did seal.²4
Nipsey, 33 — a marathon thinker, preaching ownership,
Building futures, but death had a grip.²6
They didn’t just rap; they voiced the pain,
Hope chronicled through bruises and strain.
Fame offered no shield, talent no guard,
Influence couldn’t armor them; life left its scarred.³°
This poem serves as a warning, not just a show,
A lesson, not a headline, urging us to choose life & grow.
Their bodies may rest, but their legacy thrives,
Gone too soon, yet their spirit & legacies survives.³4
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?15th February 2025.
Sit down. Shut up. Be quiet.
I need no aide in my quest. I take no prisoners and I expect no help.
If a Prince Charming comes, I will kick him into Neverland.
Have sword and shield, will travel.
A pirate queen, a shooting star, a force to be heard, and revered.
I take no prisoners, and I expect no help.
What did I say?
Sit down. Shut up. Be quiet!
I was not kidding then, and I am not a changeable woman.
I can do this. I have done this. I will do it again, even if there is blood.
I have smeared myself onto lamp posts before, no biggie.
What did I just say?
Sheesh!
Men are so difficult to control these days.
I glare at him with my deadliest glare as he jumps up and patters
off into his man cave.
Husbands are so difficult when they decide to liberate themselves....
Welcome to the 90's!
Dial-up, pogs and frosted tips.
A decade to spice up your life,
Take a moment to reminisce
Blockbuster's and pic-a-flic's
Tamagotchi's, SNES, MSN
Slap bracelets everywhere
Burnt C'D's for your discman
Met Forrest Gump and Mrs. Doubtfire
Travelled with Thelma and Louise
Dreamed to work at Empire Records
All through the VCR, rewind please...
We cheered Tiger woods and Armstrong
Both pre-scandal at the time
Saw McGuire's 70th home run!
Watched Gretzky retire #99
We saw Harding take out Kerrigan
and OJ Simpson try a glove,
Holyfield lost a bite of ear
and John Bobbitt lost his love
Mandela released from prison
Kevorkian went inside
We witnessed the fall of Waco
and we cried for Columbine
We said goodbye Mother Teresa
She meet Diana up in Heaven,
We mourned Tupac and Biggie
Cobain is forever twenty-seven
We were cool as ice at hammer time
in our baggy jeans and plaid
And we met a sheep named Dolly
So it wasn't all that baaa-d
It was the decade of Titanic
and the birth Harry Potter
Google was born in a garage
As the internet got hotter
Dance crazes and impeachments
And found out we could supersize
It ended all with Y2K
So there's the 90's, with a side a fries :)
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.