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Street Poet
Street Poet filled with thug love, thug prowess with a thug hold on life. Yet dying from another thugs slug. Pistols in my heart, and tears for my fallen comrades.Rest in peace my gees, as I pour out this thug jug in your memory. I felt your family pain, I hope you feel my
energy, as I thug on our enemies. I remember how we laugh and joked, blunts blazing and full of smoke. Yes this street Poet, is writing in your memory, with tears in my eyes as I take a another tote. Blood and tears in every line. Give me a moment to wipe my eyes an clear my throat. We all have a story to tell, some of our dreams were out lined in chalked, or forever locked away in jail cells. Yes I remember mass drug sells, handcuffs and making bails. You know everything I am saying is true as hell. Just keeping it real no times for tales. Will I heal from it all only time will tell. They say it's all good in the hood, yes sometimes but beware of dark hoods in a hood. Sometimes I think we're misunderstood in the hood, and we speak of things that could happen. We tap on wood in the hood. I'm just a street Poet . You know what they say you reap it you sow it, and hold it . I'm aiming my pistol in the air, for my fallen Soulja's,and I am about to blow it. It's all good it's all love. I am a street Poet and all thug. Now give me a hug. I will pass on the slugs
energy, as I thug on our enemies. I remember how we laugh and joked, blunts blazing and full of smoke. Yes this street Poet, is writing in your memory, with tears in my eyes as I take a another tote. Blood and tears in every line. Give me a moment to wipe my eyes an clear my throat. We all have a story to tell, some of our dreams were out lined in chalked, or forever locked away in jail cells. Yes I remember mass drug sells, handcuffs and making bails. You know everything I am saying is true as hell. Just keeping it real no times for tales. Will I heal from it all only time will tell. They say it's all good in the hood, yes sometimes but beware of dark hoods in a hood. Sometimes I think we're misunderstood in the hood, and we speak of things that could happen. We tap on wood in the hood. I'm just a street Poet . You know what they say you reap it you sow it, and hold it . I'm aiming my pistol in the air, for my fallen Soulja's,and I am about to blow it. It's all good it's all love. I am a street Poet and all thug. Now give me a hug. I will pass on the slugs
Published 15th Jun 2024
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15th Jun 2024 7:16pm
See, there you go yelling to ears and talking like you got big gun's
Its time I show you who is the Nun, and I never back down on the Run
Spewing like you got game
A poser in my direct aim
I told you, my love I own the streets, and nothing crooked gets by me, my stance as the Queen, is legit
At..at.. in my direct range you are nothing, but a headshot hit.
I got your number, Con Gunner
And who am I, a Ghost, the Nun Runner
Oh, that was fun, my softness given to you under the warmth of the Sun.
Enjoy your day and have a great evening.
Love and Hugs, always
TNR☝🏽
Its time I show you who is the Nun, and I never back down on the Run
Spewing like you got game
A poser in my direct aim
I told you, my love I own the streets, and nothing crooked gets by me, my stance as the Queen, is legit
At..at.. in my direct range you are nothing, but a headshot hit.
I got your number, Con Gunner
And who am I, a Ghost, the Nun Runner
Oh, that was fun, my softness given to you under the warmth of the Sun.
Enjoy your day and have a great evening.
Love and Hugs, always
TNR☝🏽
15th Jun 2024 7:58pm
Nun Runner you are not on my, level I will become a poltergeist in your life. You don't want no smoke with this street devil. You are a law abiding citizen. And I am a out law rebel. I will make you dig your grave, with a broken shovel. I'm hard like a diamond.my cuts all bezel. Ha have a good day. Don't listen to Run DMC and walk this way.
15th Jun 2024 8:36pm
I like a pretender who thinks he can come and sit at my table and think he will remain
A quiet kill after my hollow points rain
Your legs go first
Slow and swift, got you crying now trying to confess your worth
My balled fist dipped in human shit
Open your mouth, welcome to my street creed drift
Turn your upside down Gee, hold my crown
Shh.. it will be painless
I have tortured posers until they beg for death
I seen you coming a mile away
You believe in the afterlife, before I cement your shoes, its best you pray
Con Gunner you have stepped into the wrong light
I gave Diego the day off, just to set this right
Close your eyes
This is the day of your demise
My Asp needs to spit my time is valued by the tick of the tock
Bye bye I love the speed and accuracy of my Glock when it pop-pop
This Queen, takes no prisoner, row his corpse in the New York harbor, it's time to bounce
First, rob his trap house and take the stash and every once
The Nun Runner
A quiet kill after my hollow points rain
Your legs go first
Slow and swift, got you crying now trying to confess your worth
My balled fist dipped in human shit
Open your mouth, welcome to my street creed drift
Turn your upside down Gee, hold my crown
Shh.. it will be painless
I have tortured posers until they beg for death
I seen you coming a mile away
You believe in the afterlife, before I cement your shoes, its best you pray
Con Gunner you have stepped into the wrong light
I gave Diego the day off, just to set this right
Close your eyes
This is the day of your demise
My Asp needs to spit my time is valued by the tick of the tock
Bye bye I love the speed and accuracy of my Glock when it pop-pop
This Queen, takes no prisoner, row his corpse in the New York harbor, it's time to bounce
First, rob his trap house and take the stash and every once
The Nun Runner
15th Jun 2024 9:51pm
Full of smoke is my name, and Nun Runner you don't want to play this game. You don't even know how to hold a gun, and have no aim. I'll throw gasoline on you light a match, so you can hold those flames. Push your wig back. As I push cocaine. Nun Runner I will run you over like a run away train. Bow Bow. Two to body. Bow one to the brain. That what happens to you. When you play with big bosses. Little girl stay in your lane. You may be off your, rocker but I'm off the chains. Play with me and I turn your small frame. Into one big stain. Yes they call me full of Smoke. Thanks to the cartels. My stash house stays full of coke. Don't make me come rob you and leave you fully broke. Nun Runner you are a none gunner. I'm a big Boss Big playa the number stunner.
15th Jun 2024 10:33pm
I suppose you are still feeling
Huffing, wondering behind your loot I'm stealing ,
It took you long enough to recite your nursery rhymes you read like a confused little boy
Yous still shooting blanks with a BB gun, the Con Gunner choice of toys
Scholars play will dollars
You belly down, gagged, your hands tied behind your back, its music to my ears when a man has a snake up his ass, scream and holler
I come like a thief in the night on your shores
Granade, your land, then my manchette to your sissy crew, bathing in their blood your low price bitches
I will choke a drug dealer and gun down DEA snithces
Hold your arm out, no poser, you are out of your three wishes
Shoot you up with your own uncut dope
At my table once we are in war there is no hope
You sealed remains severed in a green trash bag; your organs sold to the highest bidder, I never knew cut off fingers in the river can still float
A fallen tear drop to my face
In your remembrance of your failed coo attempt, executed in poor taste
At your repast give your next of kin, you chain ripped out your heart
I am the Ghost and I rule the Knights and will take you out in the dark
Try me, you aint fit to rule'
You still taking notes in my hard Knox school
I only pity babies and not pretenders who under my foot, pressing my stilettoes heel down into your windpipe, now who's the fool
I'm the Nun Runner, Bitch
I do not shake, my hollow points will leave your body in a headless twitch
Huffing, wondering behind your loot I'm stealing ,
It took you long enough to recite your nursery rhymes you read like a confused little boy
Yous still shooting blanks with a BB gun, the Con Gunner choice of toys
Scholars play will dollars
You belly down, gagged, your hands tied behind your back, its music to my ears when a man has a snake up his ass, scream and holler
I come like a thief in the night on your shores
Granade, your land, then my manchette to your sissy crew, bathing in their blood your low price bitches
I will choke a drug dealer and gun down DEA snithces
Hold your arm out, no poser, you are out of your three wishes
Shoot you up with your own uncut dope
At my table once we are in war there is no hope
You sealed remains severed in a green trash bag; your organs sold to the highest bidder, I never knew cut off fingers in the river can still float
A fallen tear drop to my face
In your remembrance of your failed coo attempt, executed in poor taste
At your repast give your next of kin, you chain ripped out your heart
I am the Ghost and I rule the Knights and will take you out in the dark
Try me, you aint fit to rule'
You still taking notes in my hard Knox school
I only pity babies and not pretenders who under my foot, pressing my stilettoes heel down into your windpipe, now who's the fool
I'm the Nun Runner, Bitch
I do not shake, my hollow points will leave your body in a headless twitch
16th Jun 2024 2:16am
Nun Runner let's call a truce. Let's sit at the table. Talk business and get this loot. You built like that no need too shoot. Get with this King Queen and merge our troops.
16th Jun 2024 3:07am
I would love that Con Gunner, and I think you are so handsome and debonair.
A toast to the alliance of our Golden Empires.
🥂
A toast to the alliance of our Golden Empires.
🥂
16th Jun 2024 3:15am
16th Jun 2024 3:23am
So shall it be stated, so shall it become to be.. welcome to a seat at my table, Con Gunner.
17th Jun 2024 4:31am
Who the hell knew all the heat would be in the comments poem responding!! Damn this makes 24 hours since a newbie dropped on the site. Got the Queen talking outside herself going by her last scribe I read (observation, no attack intended).
I came to drop props to the Poet, didn’t know the Poetess was packing like the Matrix, a true Dom.
I like that 🔥🔥🔥
I came to drop props to the Poet, didn’t know the Poetess was packing like the Matrix, a true Dom.
I like that 🔥🔥🔥
17th Jun 2024 1:27pm
Thank you bro. I appreciate your comment. She got fire. I got fire and ice.
17th Jun 2024 1:28pm
Thank you bro. I appreciate your comment. She got fire. I got fire and ice.
