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.

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