Description: yeah this is fo all the people that hold me back sayin i cant write or i cant do this or that get the middle finger homie and to all you and hatin people i love yall ~1~
Establishing my ranking -------------------------------------------
In this lyrical jumble of word from my mind
I am establishing my rank at this day and time
I will not be your work in the field nigga or person you bash
And if u want a battle then our brains can clash
But i dont need a beat because i got the metal instrumental
And i going to show you what your word and hate got you into
Cause my word fire lead words that spray like a mac 10
And my flow will give you a cerebral orgasm and my pen
Bleeds lyrical matter into ur eye sand your ears
And in turn my flow flows out of your rear
Because yall dont fell the heavy knowledge that im giving you
But yet my rank as writer and as a poet is long overdue
And still yall use me as an example
So in order to deal with u my hands are full
Full with hate from u haters that one day will have hater kids
And my tear have dropped on the page and formed words like a car creates skids
But I donít skid because my drive stay in fifth gear
So like diddy said u need to pick up the brand new flava in ya ear
So no longer will u hold my back with your chain of words
Because is this poem I WILL FINALLY BE HEARD
This is sick yo! And I mean that in a good way. I love hearing youths from my home town spit some wise words. Because lately people have been looking down on us N.O. folks as if were are an inferior being, which just adds to the whole stereotype of black people. But anyways bruh, I am feelin' the poem! Keep yo head up and your pen writing! Peace!
You established your damn ranking/ So feel good cause at least one know you not fakeing/ and when you lay your head down tonight/ understand that your rymes are tight/ but what else can you expect from dark side/ you reping big for N.O. or anywhere else you reside.
i like the poem itself. youve got a nice writing style. i love the last line. who exactly is the poem sent out to? you might want to be more specific because from where im standing it looks like there no real reasn for it. like youre just mad at people in general because you think they dont like you.
ps you should read bronx masquerade you remind me of one of the characters!
chaz think he cold. he think he gotta a lil skill. this was tight big c. it was kinda like a battle rap and at the same time it was like u was just telling people about ur skill and not to [censored] with u.
lyrics so heavy crushing bjtches and hating snitches shoot hating broads in the face with AKs cut em with razor blades and explode em with rocket propelled grenades point, aim, squeeze the trigga cuz now it's our time my ni99a