Rap Battlin' + Poetry Should

(two short raps I thought of. thanks for the read)


poetry should...
convey all these words that encompass everything on my plate

that I cant just keep in my head just to pray

those words that I need you to understand so I cant just say

these words to just anyone

how I feel inside its like we all died last millenium

I did not care when 2012 came around

the world cant end yet there is still too much pain to be found

to much suffering abound

for god the one that made us to save us you have a better chance
to drown

in a dry lake bed

poetry should make you want to seriously live not just play dead

take meds

shake heads

I will not stop until every last face red

I make dread

youve made your bed

now sleep in it

ive got so much more to say wont you please stay and play for a
minute?

Son this is only the begginin

first I get to sinnin

then I start sippin

all the while blunt hittin grinnin

then I get to lickin

holy shit am i trippin

lost for fourty eight hours

boy this deasel taste sour

son fucksin with these flowers

cuz they give me super powers

just enough to snuff out these cowards

so far gone I need to go faster cuz im runnin backwards

facin these bastards

rappin dapper

ive mastered

got the good words better than the pastor

im faster

all the while let the hash burn

writin lyrics with my head restin on a wall of cracked plaster


. . .



rap battles

slaughter all like cattle

take yo skin like leather make a saddle

to ride out find you wherever you hide out pop up like fiddle faddle

discipline you with a grin pops secret paddle

im so mad I'll

send you where I live where the rats'll

eat through the flab and your veins like a cable

like a fable you all fallin like the tower of bable im unstable

send you where I live where you call me OG not mister

my hometown is sinister

take your sister

play a little twister.

With her?-
shit i wont quit until i fist her

here in my hometown you hear someone always on the trigger

go figure no good deads those who do will bleed

you cant pick up a liter of litter without losin a finger from a
bomb made from shit to clean

now you cant hold your own

in a town thats known

for turnin out chrome soldiers like its rome

where bitches cough up the foam

while they brace a groan

where snitches in pain they moan

cuz they just had to say shit on the phone

WOW... they tellin right now about they broken bones

where the crackheads roam

you aint full grown

how i know? cuz your minds prematurely blown

all that you'll amount to is a few short lines etched in stone

i'll still be alive in the 215 we light up a cone of homegrown

im only in my hometown for these skills I hone

I gotta get back to the smithsonian where my skills on loan