Long Rap Poems
#rap
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 8:09pm
19th Apr 2024 8:09pm
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
80 reads
2 Comments
Breedlove
Poem Published
10th Aug 2023 10:12am
10th Aug 2023 10:12am
Spotlight
#universe
#rap
#suffering
200 reads
0 Comments
ZenmasterE
Poem Published
8th Aug 2023 2:51pm
8th Aug 2023 2:51pm
Homies in the Hood (the Fire Next Time)
#rap
222 reads
0 Comments
DeeTooCold
Poem Published
9th Jul 2023 1:10am
9th Jul 2023 1:10am
Welcome to the Trench
Intro:
Welcome to the Trench
You know, let me give you a step into my world
My city has a few names, but now we call it the trench
I know you’re wondering why we call it that
But give me a moment to explain that
It’s a meaningful story I’m about to tell
So bare with me me, yeah
Verse:
Let me tell a story, about a small city called the Grip
They used to call it that, but now they now they call it the trench
A metaphor to describe the city as a deep, muddy old ditch
It’s extremely hard to get out of, once you trip and fall...
Welcome to the Trench
You know, let me give you a step into my world
My city has a few names, but now we call it the trench
I know you’re wondering why we call it that
But give me a moment to explain that
It’s a meaningful story I’m about to tell
So bare with me me, yeah
Verse:
Let me tell a story, about a small city called the Grip
They used to call it that, but now they now they call it the trench
A metaphor to describe the city as a deep, muddy old ditch
It’s extremely hard to get out of, once you trip and fall...
#music
#narrative
#lyrics #rap
#lyrics #rap
532 reads
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Connotation
Poem Published
5th May 2023 4:10pm
5th May 2023 4:10pm
Gift To Spit (#youcantrap)
Verse 1
Gift to spit - speech harnesses.
"Flip the script" - geek pharmacist.
Hit a spliff - weed tolerance.
Witness this - see holograms.
Rend these "ill" rhymes as "dope" - pills or poppy.
Emcees still kind of "joke" - Gilbert Gottfried.
Stanzas come, then double entendre.
Amateur - another one, common.
Scan the verse - hunger does wander.
Manic thirst - other such vodka.
I'm a formidable, mythical, literal criminal.
Mind sums invincible, digital, clinical...
Gift to spit - speech harnesses.
"Flip the script" - geek pharmacist.
Hit a spliff - weed tolerance.
Witness this - see holograms.
Rend these "ill" rhymes as "dope" - pills or poppy.
Emcees still kind of "joke" - Gilbert Gottfried.
Stanzas come, then double entendre.
Amateur - another one, common.
Scan the verse - hunger does wander.
Manic thirst - other such vodka.
I'm a formidable, mythical, literal criminal.
Mind sums invincible, digital, clinical...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#lyrics
#WritingPoetry
#rap
649 reads
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bmcmurtrie_94
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 10:28am
14th Mar 2023 10:28am
Call me bizz (rap machine)
I'm a 90's Baby ,Crazy Smoke Got Me Feeling Hazy,
Because I Put in work while yall haters feeling lazy im my own Man
So These Little Things don't phase me, because I'm a Heart breaker that's why these girls chase me, So Bow down to the king better obey me, When I write I leave
earthquakes like Haiti,
Haters will get plucked like a daisy
Rap Machine, Stacking Green, No Reason To Be Mad At Me, because I Put in
Work And I Just Flip It Like A Magazine,because When I write I Leave The
Whole Scene In A Tragedy, And I Can write Like This For Days No ...
Because I Put in work while yall haters feeling lazy im my own Man
So These Little Things don't phase me, because I'm a Heart breaker that's why these girls chase me, So Bow down to the king better obey me, When I write I leave
earthquakes like Haiti,
Haters will get plucked like a daisy
Rap Machine, Stacking Green, No Reason To Be Mad At Me, because I Put in
Work And I Just Flip It Like A Magazine,because When I write I Leave The
Whole Scene In A Tragedy, And I Can write Like This For Days No ...
#rhyming
#lyrics
#funny #rap
#funny #rap
734 reads
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Luvmeh
Dimitris
Dimitris
Poem Published
26th Feb 2023 3:09am
26th Feb 2023 3:09am
Undecided
Living on the edge of time
Poking holes hoping for the light to shine
Theres forks and knives but spoons are all you care
People going in circles you reach out but no one is there
Starstruck fell in love with one stare
Fallen left alone she's always there
True love blinding everything's just
Eyes full of tears and stomach full of lust
Time is messed up all hours are the same
Relentless effort for a prize to claim
Days months years blend in fall like rain
Crawling through a dream denying the...
Poking holes hoping for the light to shine
Theres forks and knives but spoons are all you care
People going in circles you reach out but no one is there
Starstruck fell in love with one stare
Fallen left alone she's always there
True love blinding everything's just
Eyes full of tears and stomach full of lust
Time is messed up all hours are the same
Relentless effort for a prize to claim
Days months years blend in fall like rain
Crawling through a dream denying the...
#hate
#dark
#greed
#rap
#suffering
762 reads
1 Comment
Tammy_Lynn
Tammy Lynn
Tammy Lynn
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 8:01am
2nd Jan 2023 8:01am
Stand up
#bullying
#SelfHarm
#suicide
#MentalHealth
#rap
555 reads
4 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
8th Oct 2022 1:39am
8th Oct 2022 1:39am
M.M.
Please stand up for Marshall Mathers.
Been three decades and his bars still matter.
Almost 50 fat cakes so hold the cheddar.
These wraps ain’t vegan, lemme hide the leather.
The shine is real, put on shades with weight.
No slim-rimmed rays. Block out all the hate.
No braids were meant to meet my fears,
but they seem so full of shit-ney Spears.
Sorry, I meant full like brassieres.
Like when I wear...
Been three decades and his bars still matter.
Almost 50 fat cakes so hold the cheddar.
These wraps ain’t vegan, lemme hide the leather.
The shine is real, put on shades with weight.
No slim-rimmed rays. Block out all the hate.
No braids were meant to meet my fears,
but they seem so full of shit-ney Spears.
Sorry, I meant full like brassieres.
Like when I wear...
#family
#lyrics
#rap
807 reads
8 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
7th Sep 2022 10:32am
7th Sep 2022 10:32am
SHOOK
you can call me a stan
I love me some Eminem
more so his slept on stuff
"Buffalo Bill" and "My Darling" can't be touched
listen to that and tell me he ain't a rap god
Kanye has a few and Drake has a few
but really they're just not my style
Kendrick Lamar gets some love
and Lil Wayne is a bit of a guilty pleasure
but I'm more into the old school
power houses like NWA, Wu-Tang
and Bone Thugs
their flow would make anyone want to be
an M.C.
not to mention Redman is a class all his own ...
I love me some Eminem
more so his slept on stuff
"Buffalo Bill" and "My Darling" can't be touched
listen to that and tell me he ain't a rap god
Kanye has a few and Drake has a few
but really they're just not my style
Kendrick Lamar gets some love
and Lil Wayne is a bit of a guilty pleasure
but I'm more into the old school
power houses like NWA, Wu-Tang
and Bone Thugs
their flow would make anyone want to be
an M.C.
not to mention Redman is a class all his own ...
#music
#rap
#MyInspiration
634 reads
0 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
29th Mar 2022 1:10am
29th Mar 2022 1:10am
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 off n get fkn violent...
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 off n get fkn violent...
#loneliness
#violence
#MentalHealth
#rap
#responsibility
928 reads
8 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Feb 2022 7:24pm
17th Feb 2022 7:24pm
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
612 reads
9 Comments
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