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My Defenition Of RAP
My rhymes are insane, blow up like propane/
Better watch out cause im comin down ure lane/ You mgiht think this aint a poem, but its expressing myself/ Rappins about truth, aint about all the wealth/ Been in this rap game for only a couple of years/ Best rap you can get is on sale at SEARS/ Feel so bad wanna blow you up wit a gat/ only type a pussy you gonna get is from a cat/ Makin poems bout love, and some bout life/ mess you up so bad, cut ya up like Cloud Strife/ Hip hop theese days, lyrics gettin lower, not higher/ as Run DMC said "Sucka Emcee's Should Call Me Sire!" Freestylin till the break of dawn/ wake up at 2:00 and make up a song/ Waitin for some friends on my block, gotta sit hear and wait/ This is what rap means, thats why its so great/ Hey ya'll hope ya like this one too tell me what ya think. If you can plz comment me on my other poems..."My Thoery On Life"...and..."My Love"...thx yall peace out. |
i liked it had a nice flow but can use a little work.....
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ya thx for the reply and thx for commentin on my other poems
peace out |
This sounded a lot more like an open mic, then a poetic scripture alright.
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aite thx for the reply and check out my other stuff...ill check out ya battle
peace out |
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