Long Hip Poems
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Cooking up a meal,
Give a deal,
Hit the reel keep spinning...
Flip it and win,
Feel the rush just for a minute.
Inhale, I prevail
I want the diamonds that glisten.
Talking to this toxic girl,
But I got no feelings.
I burn bridges sometimes,
'Cause I don’t like they children.
Tryna blemish my image,
I drive these hoes to a frenzy.
Tryna gaslight me
I talk to the stove in the kitchen.
Cry me a river,
You don't mean it,
You teaming with demons.
All these hoes around me,
They just part the streets.
Dodged a wreck, I.T.
Yeah, I’m him with the TEC.
Common sense
You get in what you put in, boy I’m a threat.
Way too G, keep it pushing,
Breaking O’s off a P.
with me? Nah,
I’m busy Mess with me pushin’ P,
mess with me.
Nah I’m busy breaking Os off a P
I been tryna win for real,
The devil is real,
But I ain't for the taking.
Wanna feel alive? Pop a pill.
There's a thin line when you realize,
You met with divinity.
It was crystal clear,
I was cracking codes like Da Vinci.
I ain't rich,
I will never switch sides for a .
Boy, these hundreds made me humble
Out the mud, leave no crumb.
Tryna creep late night,
Pop trunk on some trouble.
Wanna get to heaven?
All these demons, I gotta rumble.
Seen this smile? Picked it up I won’t fumble.
And I ain’t calling the wrong name, baby don’t call me Usher.
Hate to burst your bubble, shorty,
But I ain’t no sucker.
I HEARD THEM
THEY WERE THERE
I SAW THEM
THEY STOOD THERE SPEAKING
THEY SPOKE OF THE DAYS AHEAD
AND WARNED OF THE NEW BEGANNING
THEN THEY FADED AND WERE NO MORE.
THEY SPOKE AND I HEARD THEM
YOU COULD HEAR THEM TO IF YOU WOULD LISTEN
THE VOICES ARE CLEAR
AND THE VISION OF THEIR EXSISTANCE IS CLEAR
THE VISION BEFORE YOU
SHALL HAVE YOU TO BELEIVE
IN THE WORLD BEYOND
THE SHADOWS
THERE WERE THE NOW IS YESTERDAY
AND THE THENS ARE FROZEN LIKE STATUES
THE RENEWING OF DAWN AND DUST
STANDS TO BE HEARD OVER AND OVER AGAIN
AND THE NEEDS ARE TRANSSCRIPTED INTO WASNTS
THAT THOSE NEEDS ARE PLUCKED FROM THE TREE
OF DESIRE AND EATIN BY THOSE
WHO ADMIRE THE WANTS OF TOMMOWRO TODAY
THE VORTEX OF THEN
CONTEX OF NOW
THE FUTURE AND THE PRESENT
THE PAST FOR THOSE WHO SEE
He's got a big ego,
he keeps offending people,
he scoops the same scoop,
and round and round we loop,
until the bubble pops
and the world sees him flop,
reject the rude,
deflate your ego,
swearing kills the mood,
you able?
I'm getting too cocky,
I could outbox Ali,
wrestle with The Rock
reach the top and stop and mock,
ego full of stock
forget the tick tock
because I'm 24 7
until I get into heaven,
insomnia beckons
and amnesia threatens,
bend rhymes like Beckham,
dunk punks like Jordan,
the mental perfection
with its rhyme injection,
about to live the lesson
of the ego outstretchin'
the limit it can flex,
the crux, the critical,
I rhyme the old skool
and wear hip hop shoes,
I hate the mumble flop
with the words unused,
it's just ear abuse,
on the loose,
with no use,
it's noise with no excuse.
I suspect that this project
will impact and inflict,
sick tricks, and then retract
and evaporate back
to the gods intact,
before it's redirected
to another level head,
who wrecks and blows it,
crash the car,
went too far,
you go from feeling cool,
to a sample of your stool,
that big head
now gone and the face left red,
baking big mistakes,
taking punches from a heavyweight,
David doesn't always beat Goliath,
cometh the hour,
cometh the coffin,
you can't stimulate with coffee
because the heart stopped beating,
the soul is set free
and this world you're leaving,
beaten down with ease,
lying dead and bleeding,
how's that big ego?
You still offending people?
One hand holds but the other can't reach,
near rhymes aren't real rhymes
and sand doesn't mean a beach,
but if you find the flow,
find a way to wined the cable,
then transmit clear and stable,
and accurate like a machete
you'll rhyme like a line of spaghetti,
but with deadwood on your lead
and at ease in your bed head,
because it feels so easy with an ego,
then know it wont make a good show,
so put your feet on the ground
be aware of how the words sound,
leave behind the prima donna
or become another gonna,
stop the passive aggression,
or accept a massive regression,
fill your minds storage with knowledge
beyond the college,
there's always more to learn
and more wood to burn,
big heads remove themselves
when they burn their own shelves.
"Reno Catto
kitty cat
ah ya'll cussin
ya'll cussin
dat song say badword
how to be a whore by ya side
pussie fo cash
shake dat thang
shake dat thang
women shakin day azz
top of dez
get on top of dez
grind dat thang down
switch
switch it
grind dos inchez down"
a song we heard
online
by Cash Woman Reno
MILk Music Company
on Datez Whats Up album Company
"we gonna protest the nightclub
when she coes to town.. Huzzie Grip
and Swank got our back
this is not the America we want people to see
and it Damn sure aint the America
we know!"
Rev. Dr. Miffle
New Line Church of God
They say Wsid will air our protest live on
channel 53 in Nevada, we gonna let
America know:
we know sista Mufie's daughter Litiffa Grabtoe
but that sluty devish Huzzie
aint the chick America knows;
that's the **** of the Devil!
Miss Griffa's Daughter
"I like the shoes: but the rest has got the look of Satan
she is a whore of the devil."
Gospel singer Dan of "God aint a Sander"
and "
R"iff Raft of God"
Dough catcher aint got nothing on these Satans
she as nasty as whatamacallium in the bible
Sister DaBife's son and his specail freind Bilt Richards
we goin down their and tell these people
God aintt no Hoe, and if it aint us we don't want it!
The that's right sister in the Amen Corner
these are not the veiws of some: but enough people said this aint right so we
goin down their.
FROM THE MUSIC VIDEO GETTING THAT MONEY BY Miss Thang and Holla Mi love you
from DCC music, and Riff Raft music
Not nowhere near a mastermind just highly inclined
To turn mental pictures into verbal masterpieces
Not really into the rap hame message want get through I'm
Gone be honest unless you got a gimmick or sell big drugs don't nobody hear you
Young black man going through the struggle don't nobody
see you
These days you gotta use social media get your followers up
but if it ain't making them dance it ain't what's up
The rap game done switched to you tube views instagram the
Hustle is likes that's how these new cats getting rich
Artist don't want record deals everybody independent
made top 10 greatest hits 2 pac didn't make the list tell
me this who had more hits
All I'm trying to say is I don't think message gets through
Scarface tell real stories if your not him or have a gimmick
Don't nobody hear Nor See you
If my art sounds like rap,
trust it's not intentionally.
Maybe that's the culture within me.
What if we never had rap,
then it would have been poetry.
You see, now that's our culture.
Now, it makes sense,
why rap will sound like poetry.
I know some poets from the past,
who's looking at us now saying,
how did this happen.
Our culture is destroyed.
Don't worry ancestors, I'm bringing it back.
They trying to suppress my intellect, just to make sure I don't carry it out.
This will be a success but only in due time.
Never rushing the process, just laying low in my cocoon stage, right now.
Soaking up all this knowledge, like a super sponge.
As the pendulum swings from side to side,
boom, Metamorphosis appears.
Rising up the culture, seeing it flourishes, just to be destroyed in the end.
The rise and fall of man.
Short red and cocky.
Throw boas like Rocky.
Red headed fireball,They all watch me.
Pull up curb view so they can see.
Pop out the Lincoln with the tire Iron
Watch them Flee.
Ask anyone who really Know me.
God Had to have built me strong as a brick.
Traumas left me with a trigger tick.
Controlled with no pills strictly hope.
Numb my mind with love in order to cope
Even when people come and go
Each lesson, We learn and Grow
Some you want to truly last,
Not become a reflection of the past.
You can’t predict the future.
Enjoy the Love and keep it Nurtured
If it fails, You gained a valuable lesson.
Use it towards your next blessing.
she gets the bozack
to express her thoughts and love
devotion
emotion
love
and tenderness
she wishes me to be her's
that she speaks in phrases
of devote speakings
she see's thru the night
were the windows are
up from her hot breath
and his tender kisses
he wishes to be her but
she neglects his needs
to satisfy her desires
the baddest turnup chic
this Buster had ever known
life beyond the need of needing
her wealth made her more desirable
to persue
that her ethics and mean spirted ways
worstened in the eyes of her beloved
and those who wished to love her
that these men wish to tame the storm of her
foolish ego
that she wished to battle like the men
and persue the vain presence that men persue
that just being their could cause
others to speak her name as person
and bow to her as queen
the forest are of trees
yet this stumping place is of wood
The papers headline on the furgal page
Spoke of The Albacrises defeat in Eden City
People were angry there champions had fallen.
The team had been undefeated for six consecutive
seasons. The team owner made it worst when he
Sent a box of fried fat to the team locker room.
A box of fat to gnaw on, is an insult that's centered
Old. On camera one of the team members, grabbed
the fried fat and said this ain't so bad on camera, and
then his teammates through him out in the back alley.
They said it was the Joke that made the team members mad.
We say it was because they had been so cocky in games
prior.Betcha they'll get rid of the coach, that dumb they
Only loss once! Why did the camera guy keep going to
The guy in the cape, is he the team owner or something?
HE WISHED HER TO BE MORE RESPECTFUL
A WELL MANNERED PERSON
WITH DESTINCTIONS THAT
WERE TO DISGINQUISH FROM ALL OTHERS
SHE WAS BRASH, MEAN AND SURLEY
A COMMON WOMAN
WITH UNCOMMON NEEDS
INSTEAD OF ASKING FOR BEEF
SHE TOOK CATTLE FROM BARNS AT NIGHT
INSTEAD OF RAISING HOGS, SHE SOUGHT THEM
AND TOOK THEM FROM THEIR FARMERS BARNS
INSTEAD OF BUYING CHICKENS, SHE LEFT FEED IN HER FRONT YARD
SO THAT THESE CHICKENS WOULD BE HERS.
ANYONE WHO WENT AGAINST HER WAYS , WERRE WRONG
AND SURELY THESE PEOPLE MUST BE PUT THOUGH CERTAIN CHANGES
THAT WOULD MAKE THEM WISH TO LEAVE. sHE WOULD WISH THEM WELL, AND TAKE AWAY THEIR BELEIFS.
AND SAY THAT MEN FROM ALL OVER, DID THEIR PART IN UNDERMINING
CERTAIN TYPES OF GENTLEMEN. sURLEY THEY WOULDN'T CARE IF THESE THIS HAPPENED TO THESE GENTLEMEN. sHE WOULD DRESS AS A COUGAR TO STEAL BEEF, DRESS AS A WOLF TO SWIPE SHEEP. SHE DISGUSIZE HERSELF AS AN INDAIN TO STEAL PIGS. WHEN ASKED WHY DO DRESS AS A INDAIN TO SWIPE PIGS: SHE ANWSERED, I'D DRESS AS A HOG, BUT MY HUSBAND LIKES PIGS, AND HE'S SUCH A MESS!