Long Hiphop Poems
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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
ag vet att du tröttnar
på att sjunga om det!
älskar den delen
och kärleken är där det är.
mer av det här
eller är det mer av det där
Jag vet vad det är
Jag vet vad det är.
älskar det när du går från intervall till intervall
det är bara min grej
en kärlekssensation
jag försöker hålla dig borta från mina drömmar
telefonen ringer
hon stannar för att se om det är du
jag ler för
hon är avundsjuk
vad ska vi göra nu
Written by:
The HipHop Junkie
of the Mizzer Greeting Group
Of Music Music LLC
Slurp, Slurp, Slurp
Slurp
Ya'll know
Slurp "Soothing" Sensation
From "That Gal Pipes"
the second movie about Gal-Crazy Men
Big Screen Music Company
used with permission from
Do thatOne of MMVXXIIIL Music LLC.
Ya'll know and Big Word DimpleBack
sang "Till Love is Mine" with Crazy- Lazy Dan
and The Big Grip Song Thang
from Nosey Girl Album Co.
Muses and Losses appears
courtsey of Strangs and Strangs
creativity and Sol-Drummer
got Down on Minty
(kissing on the Ccorner)
a song by
Twit Gilly Sound
and The PhatFox Music Co.
"Coon Soup" Sampled with
permission from
Bleeps and Them
Bebop til you Drop
sang on "Falling in Love"
Horns by The Tangler did they thang.
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
The bridge/ Hear that?/ Snap it pop it / Not the one of stone and steel, holding cars and trains aloft/ This bridge hums/ It vibrates/ yellin’, mo’ funk and groove please woven into the boss horns strung with a bassline thick as smoke and Clyde Stubblefield holding down the fat beat/
Acid Jazz snap pop snap de beat/ tradition on one side, diggin’ for the now, for the new/ Jazz, ancient and revered, but dust collecting on the shelf, needed a spark, a jolt, a psychedelic brother a sister like no other/ Acid Jazz, the answer/
A handshake and a high five between jazz straight ahead and a synthesizer’s jazz fusion swing/
A knowing nod to Coltrane remixed into becoming the nu Acid Jazz king/Trane is way dope now to a whole new listening audience/
skillfully crafted club bangin’ acid jazz lick and samples/ the veins of hip-hop, throbbing hard and raw as DJs scratched the beats deeply rooted in the arrangements of funk jazz numerology/
Did deep house feel its pulse, its rhythmic pull/ Broken beat, fractured and funky, did it recognize its kin, polyrhymatics and the turntables… Oh, the turntables sang a different song/ a revolution spun on vinyl, a rebellion built on rhythm, Jazz and Soul/ Rap, HipHop and acid jazz as a Voice for Rebellion and Social Change / DJ Kool Herc, a sonic architect, laying foundations in the park and party basements/ Grandmaster Flash, a surgeon of sound, slicing and dicing the beat/ Afrika Bambaataa, a global sound system, uniting tribes with groove/
yo bruh, reality check/ They weren’t just playing records, they were playing the instrument/Scratching, back spinning, beat juggling – a symphony of skill/ Mix masters, beat captains, electronic alchemists, wizards behind the wheel of Hip Hop fortune/ They birthed a new language, a dialect of dance, a history rewritten in the hiss and crackle of vinyl on a HiFi Stereo/ Acid Jazz… Modern Jazz… Trip hop, Latin Tech House/ The DJ Culture… Rap, Hip-Hop, a family born from a shared rebellion, Formidable, Definitive/ Each is a testament to the power of sound, to the bridge built on a bassline, drum sample/
a thump, a bump on a low rider jam/ to the future forged in the fire of the beat/ The voyage is not over/ I have a fear of standing still…like I’m outta of here/
She and I were in the gym
We wanted to practice
Sunset flips.
We talked about the
Usage of chemical to ensure
A protective shield in the
structure of automation.
We said sumthangs bout salt
and started talking about using a solar. Generator for her canada-project. She said her
Uncle was a hip guy in New Foundland
A hand at farm or sumthangs. She likes hiphop.
I told her "you kay/ you cay" was center in four lettered words. We laughed. Her butler and maid heard us. At me house the guitars are guitars. The songs always needs strangs, those marvolous thangs keeps us-ah-going. But at her house, she's Madam Thang, her need for money keeps her ah-whoring!
What is a decent kind pussy wanting fella to do?
The smell of you on my sheets
Pink scrap of paper , cigarette ends , red kiss
Little memories like perfume vials lined up on the clouds not wanting to come down
I want to chase the feeling wanting you forever over again
A song i wished into being ,living ,thinking breathing. If happiness is believing, then ill believe with you . My heart is your eternally, flurries of sweet kisses fill my soul internally.
Your scent still hanging on the cotton white sheets
Pink notes folded up with the ghosts of cigarettes
Lipstick stains on the rim of a half-full glass
Little moments frozen, wishin’ they would last
Memories bottled up like perfume in the sky
Floatin’ where the angels sit, scared to say goodbye
I been chasin’ that high, tryna grasp again
Fallin’ back into you like it’s where I began
Every thought got your name in italics
Heartbeats playin’ love songs, automatic
If this dream break, I don’t wanna wake
I’ll stay lost if that’s the risk I gotta take
I wanna feel you forever, over and over again
Like a song I wished alive, now it’s breathin’ in my chest
If happiness is faith, then I’m all in
I’ll believe every word if it’s you I’m in
My heart wrote you permanent, no erasin’ the truth
Your kisses snow slow, sendin’ chills through my youth
Clouds got a front-row seat to our truth
Time slows down every time I’m next to you
I been learnin’ how to love without fear
Let the past stay quiet, let the moment be clear
Every laugh hit different, every touch feel new
World stay heavy, but it’s light when I’m with you
I don’t need forever carved into stone
Just tonight, your voice, and a place called home
If I lose myself, hope I’m lost in your eyes
If the stars fall down, we’ll be fine
I been broken, yeah, but you fit the seams
Turn my chaos into somethin’ that breathes
I’ll chase that feelin’ till the sun burn out
Replay your love when the world get loud
If believin’ is livin’, I’m alive with you
Heart stay yours, that’s forever true
Sweet flurries of kisses under neon skies
If this is the dream, I’m never sayin’ goodbye
BIGGY SMALLZ
Born broke as bonkers yet he'll still bluff.
Big dreams are what big minds are made of.
Dead broke and couldn't picture this!
In Queens, a little boy's journey from genesis:
'It was all a dream, and here it begins.
He used to read WordUp magazine,
Salt n Pepper and Heavy D up in the limousine,
Hanging pictures on the wall,
Every Saturday rap attack Mr Magic Molly Mall.'
Never thought hiphop would take this far.
Yet, hopes one day he'd become a star.
Then, honey play him toss like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the East Coast,
Sold out seats to hear Biggy Smallz spit,'
Fame & money would then take him on a treat,
Spreading love from Brooklyn to all 'em street.
The side hustle and artistry were the plus,
Young Notorious B.I.G used to make a big fuss
Then grew up to his money making a big noise.
But the more money the more problems,
This wasn't the kind of life he sees,
The gunshots & gangshots wouldn't cease
Until in '97, he himself after himself's decease.
Then his fame & legendary witness an increase
Just like the Young Aaliyah taking rest in peace,
So is that beauty which she hold in lease.
Brooklyn still thinks it was all a dream,
The city knows Biggy weigh more than a team.
Queens for a mo' thought his light has gone dim,
All to wake up into the reality of life's pulse,
Which is, there's no more Aaliyah & Biggy Smallz.
Certainly, the genre till today still mourns.³²
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©? November 2023.
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Studio light burn bright
But my heart's in the dark
Mic in hand voice shaking
What's the point of this art
They say I don't belong here
Rap's not for girls like me
They judge my words before I
speak
Misunderstood constantly
Treated badly day by day
Comments cut like a knife
They talk behind my back
Saying i'm not worth the mic
Angry at the world that won't see
me
Confused why they can't just let
me be
Doubtful if I'll ever find my way
Hopeless like the studio's gone
dark
Sad like my voice is just a spark
But deep inside a warm light still
glows
I'll keep rapping even if nobody
knows
They say my flow is too soft
My lyrics aren't hard enough
But they don't see the pain I hide
The struggles that make me
tough
In this studio I pour my soul
But they just see a girl
Who doesn't fit their narrow mind
In their hiphop world
Angry at the world that won't see
me
Confused why they can't just let
me be
Disappointed in the ones who
turned away
Doubtful if I'll ever find my way
Hopeless like the studio's gone
dark
Sad like my voice is just a spark
But deep inside a warm light still
glows
I'll keep rapping even if nobody
knows
Maybe one day they"ll
understand
That rap's not about gender or
the band
It's about the truth the fire inside
The words that comes from the
heart and mind
I'm not giving up I'm standing
strong
In this studio where I belong
Warmth in my chest pushing me
on
M?y voice will be heard before too
long
Studio lights still burning bight
Now my heart's staring to ignite
Mic in hand voice steady
This is my time to be ready.
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