BBnG...once upon a time...

~hasn't happened much, but once I was insulted
n an 18yr. old punk said I didn't know how to rhyme
knew nothing of alliteration, n etc...well, he was
fucking with me at a time about a prayer I wrote a friend
over the death of a loved one...this was my response to him~ Lmao




...Black bold n’ gifted
If ya honest with yourself
You knew TALENTED
was my ass
when you sniffed it!

I see in your silly eyes
denial of the WISE
never left unchallenged
so I’m not surprised
not the first time
it’s happened so
what’s one to do with...

You just another MISFIT
needed my light to shine,
so NATURALLY you tried to lift it
but flossin’ my way
ain’t gonna get  ya rep up
I toss sappy slime suckers
like you into a spit cup

I'm at the pinnacle
of my game,
n' you’ll never catch up

no fame I claim, it’s GOD’s water...

wetting wonderously upon my brow
N’ I don’t give a damn if you like me now
never even an effort when I ink a flow
yea, call it elementary, but it just goes to show
it’s DESIGNED to be a foundation for small minds to grow

so take ya asinine ass
somewhere else
with your sorry sap suckin'
slug seekin’ to steal the scene
with ya  trite trash I’m quite  sad
to say  your sorry ass aside
spittin' semi-syllabic semantics
lackin' the  substance of mind
rarely seen n’ from circumstances
surroundin’  a solemn life
no doubt in solitude it’s no wonder
from under the rock your crawled
to cough crass crap attemptin'
as you're attemptin' to be crude

bet now I got you huntin’
all wakin’ hours lookin'
exasperated to express
meaningful manipulations of verbs
to excise the word wounds embedded
from your chest as you're
stammerin’  habitually pryin’
to embue that ole school jewel
fool, you can't buck this  BULL...
Fuck  re-lyin’ you slowly dyin'
so why keep  vyin’ n’ cryin’
tryin’ to be all contemplative
yet still clueless
n’ confused
when  your mental’s so  bruised
so sure I need schoolin...'

With ur Ronald McDonald ass
CLOWN,   what you tryin’ to prove?

as you peruse
thru my  pages dissectin’
my  word in stages
while failin’ miserably
to figure out,
what it's all about

ignorin’ the silent voice
in your head, just beggin' to shout
starin’ blankly, n'  quizzically
at the mastery
of how the verbs flow

Ya damn skippy, silly rabbit
dancin' n'  hoppin' 'round
lookin'  like goofy gwan wonderin’  

“DA, WHICH WAY DID HE GO!? "