Rough Draft
Gangster Hip hop is a perversion of poetry
a chant of rebellion, in notary,
serve me upon high times noteworthy high ego
malign a strategy to have you leggo your humanity
and follow the not worthy.
Lines.
Apollyon come from the pit in a not so cleverly rhyme.
Of, "Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be" The Hole,
greased pole, authority, Abaddoned, space
everything here is all mine, so taste it on your knees
fool, pop in your face goo.
Fine.
The shat you may, record this player.
Put up not shut up in his prison drug lair.
Put up like a shadow on the screen,
a devil in the back of your mind,
obscenity screaming
making time with your bagged sensibilities,
all the while inflating abilities, times times and half a time.
And all the while, got you lined up single dial
Got you cutting off old lady's in the streets
Have you dancing like a sycophile
Teaching kids twerks like a pedophile
Have you thinking like a homocidal marion netted on their string
Have you in the rapping of a hivemind mapping, trapping all the juices of a packaged decaying body of pasts integrity
Teaching kids twerks like a demon clown maleficent.
Domicile innocents in a sense by homocidal intent.
Evil for the sake of evil for no sane reason, only sheeple and wolves eaten by richer wolves of treason.
Got you cutting off old lady's in the streets
Have you dancing like a sycophile
Teaching kids twerks like a pedophile
Have you thinking like homicidal
Bad Boy Jones on a beat
[The con is that to be cool you gotta make people serve you.
You gotta get them the one better.
Give nothing, take everything and then you're a trend setter, Black Pope Urban the King.]
It's like I !
I'm a False Prophet, a Rastafarian pimp of puppets, that never works a day in my life.
Been working you like a hand up your backside,
fisting to work your mouth, opened wide,
to speak my words and be my fish wife.
Fishing for my minds
Is what I do.
Like a grown Man who sends females out to earn his living, instead of being a Man and do
May as well make it phallic or genitallic, fashioned wife.
Make it a gun or a knife make a pipe, a drive-by or counterfeit, currency.
Right!
Been working you like a limp lump of clay.
May as well make it phallic or genitallic, fashioned wife.
Make it a gun or a knife make a pipe, a drive-by or counterfeit, currency.
Right!
See.
$mooth it up real good fool, understood shape that malignancy tumor with blood and stool
of lust or bust of your neighborhood with the bust of Aleister Crowley, tool.
Copyright ©
Jude Herrick
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