Rap by Top Critiquers Poems
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rap by top critiquers poems. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
In The Game~with the Badass DevilsChild
#dark
#evil
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622 reads
7 Comments
Honoring The Legends Of Gangsta’s Paradise
These motherfuckas must don’t know who they are fucking with
What, you think a sista can’t have an education, and still roll up on some good hard dick
Taking you down with a head shot hit
Making it happen when you come taking that yang in my hood
I will fuck you up without recognition so don’t get my mission misunderstood
You know how I represent myself, flying bullets have no names on them once felt
Moving the coke, bitches, and gun whipping a snitch, cementing his shoes so his crew know his ass been straight...
What, you think a sista can’t have an education, and still roll up on some good hard dick
Taking you down with a head shot hit
Making it happen when you come taking that yang in my hood
I will fuck you up without recognition so don’t get my mission misunderstood
You know how I represent myself, flying bullets have no names on them once felt
Moving the coke, bitches, and gun whipping a snitch, cementing his shoes so his crew know his ass been straight...
#city
#rap
#culture
623 reads
9 Comments
Sick Schket
i jus keep rappin n writin it all down
spillin my guts like i’ma bout to skip town
makin plans dreamin bout the west coast
so see ya later but then again maybe i won’t
obsessin over voices spillin outa my head
can’t fkn focus on my work for more thana min
tryna rhyme everythin like a neurotic compulsion
my own predispositions are fkn revolting
like who do i think i am, somethin fkn holy
that’s laughable when i’m so fkn toxic n lonely
bored with this life n can’t stop yappin about it
wanna tell them all to fuck...
spillin my guts like i’ma bout to skip town
makin plans dreamin bout the west coast
so see ya later but then again maybe i won’t
obsessin over voices spillin outa my head
can’t fkn focus on my work for more thana min
tryna rhyme everythin like a neurotic compulsion
my own predispositions are fkn revolting
like who do i think i am, somethin fkn holy
that’s laughable when i’m so fkn toxic n lonely
bored with this life n can’t stop yappin about it
wanna tell them all to fuck...
#loneliness
#violence
#MentalHealth
#rap
#responsibility
949 reads
13 Comments
Practice Bars
Ya neck snaps as I grab your attention.
A head bang and a graphic direction.
My "techs clap" like an Apple convention.
Connects "hang" like a dangling necklace.
Some lawn work - "move green" like Hulk.
Got all the blue dream in bulk.
The chakra, Scooby in jolts.
Them kinds of clues lead to coke.
I'm "on the blocks" like a gutted Deville.
Still forming plots of the thuggery thrill.
My quarry rocks pay me utmost in bills.
Mind more to guap than a couple of pills.
...
A head bang and a graphic direction.
My "techs clap" like an Apple convention.
Connects "hang" like a dangling necklace.
Some lawn work - "move green" like Hulk.
Got all the blue dream in bulk.
The chakra, Scooby in jolts.
Them kinds of clues lead to coke.
I'm "on the blocks" like a gutted Deville.
Still forming plots of the thuggery thrill.
My quarry rocks pay me utmost in bills.
Mind more to guap than a couple of pills.
...
#rhyming
#lyrics
#myself
#rap
#metaphor
215 reads
5 Comments
Damn These Bars
Freeze! Please don’t light that match or I’ll call dispatch
These bars may catch ire fire and there is no escape hatch
Watch out for the flames when I aim to tame then proclaim -
It’s my turn to burn because I yearn to play this rapping game
My vocabulary can be very hairy so be wary of how I spill
Still my quill is chill with a thrill when I dig and run this drill
Is just that the word stirs and spurs running like herds grazing
But writing rhymes is like fighting crimes with all guns blazing
Don’t blink because this ink will sync in with...
These bars may catch ire fire and there is no escape hatch
Watch out for the flames when I aim to tame then proclaim -
It’s my turn to burn because I yearn to play this rapping game
My vocabulary can be very hairy so be wary of how I spill
Still my quill is chill with a thrill when I dig and run this drill
Is just that the word stirs and spurs running like herds grazing
But writing rhymes is like fighting crimes with all guns blazing
Don’t blink because this ink will sync in with...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #rap
#WritingPoetry #rap
1016 reads
10 Comments
In The Game~with the talented DevilsChild
#dark
#evil
#rap
531 reads
9 Comments
Sinister Sins of Poetry
I’m considered by many as half man and half motherfucka
So to you sensitive ass bitches both sides will never love ya’,
“On that starting line so to the disrespectful fucka I’m going in first
Putting in the work so bruh-bruh prepare for the hurt,
“Not only do I have one middle finger, but I have two
No explanation-you know what the sign language translates too,
“So it’s on a motherfucka if they wanna catch a double disrespect
If not take your medicine and go get some uncomfortable rest,
“I send motherfuckas to bed...
So to you sensitive ass bitches both sides will never love ya’,
“On that starting line so to the disrespectful fucka I’m going in first
Putting in the work so bruh-bruh prepare for the hurt,
“Not only do I have one middle finger, but I have two
No explanation-you know what the sign language translates too,
“So it’s on a motherfucka if they wanna catch a double disrespect
If not take your medicine and go get some uncomfortable rest,
“I send motherfuckas to bed...
#rap
160 reads
2 Comments
Horny Mamma
She's got gumption, she's got grit,
Preggo queen, gotta love those tits.
Bumpin' belly and her pussy’s tight,
In the game of love, she’s pure delight.
Hot mama got that baby glow,
Love’s so deep, she begins to show.
Her pretty eyes are sayin’ make my day.
Five nights a week, her man gets laid.
Her heart's been thumping a pretty song,
She’ll rock your cock the whole night long.
She’s cravin' pickles and chewing gum,
Give her a chance and she’ll suck your thumb.
Preggo queen, gotta love those tits.
Bumpin' belly and her pussy’s tight,
In the game of love, she’s pure delight.
Hot mama got that baby glow,
Love’s so deep, she begins to show.
Her pretty eyes are sayin’ make my day.
Five nights a week, her man gets laid.
Her heart's been thumping a pretty song,
She’ll rock your cock the whole night long.
She’s cravin' pickles and chewing gum,
Give her a chance and she’ll suck your thumb.
#erotic
#rap
#pregnancy
322 reads
7 Comments
Put My Stick in Overdrive
#sex
#rap
501 reads
2 Comments
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