poundcake:

My mouths equip
with ten clips of that real shit
So hot to trot
make the queen of England
want to spit
I bust back breaking bones
while i back flip
stun these niggas
they'll neva kno wat hit
Fantastic fantasies frantically
following the
mixed mirror images
wanting to marry me
my insatiable sounds
spilling into the wilderness of the streets
Kicks cuddle boombox
background beats
hands clap high hat notes
making music
easily everlasting everyday
listen to it
I just
mash magnificent metaphors masterfully
possess the power to put people
in their places
fire away the fake facades
from their faces

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In depth verses like bible hymns
I neglect the lyrics of those talking bout riding rims
When the rim cost more than a car, something wrong
Somebody need to take the weed you was smoking, and buss your head with the bong
Moving on, I threw my radio out the window last week
Cause I turned it on and all I heard was commercial speech
A few good R & B songs and some rock too
But none of that real hip hop that I listen to
Nas said Hip Hop was dead, I think he was smoking something too
Cause then Lupe Fiasco, Common, and even Kweli came through
Mos Def hit 'em with True Magic and Pharoahe Monch had a Desire
And everyday I listen to these pastors, cause they lyrics keep a fire
Lit under my black skinny ass to remind those on my level what real is
And that to be strong against material and commercial providers is to be fearless

  poundcake:

I heard them say one day
truth will override lies
and the crying hearts
will one day wipe their eyes
so I
step out on the floor
with my waltz intact
cause the same old 2 step
is just not cuttin it anymore
I open the door for those
who are a little off beat
and treat them like the holy trinity
1-2-3 1-2-3 I step in sync
with my Father and his Son
while the Holy Ghost watches over me
I dont preach i just speak
whatever the beat tells me to
and its whispering in my ear
he looking for you

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The day has come for everybody to snap they fingers to the Lords gospel
Cause now everybody done changed they attitude, everybody acting all hostile
Everybody got something to say like they a reporter
But they lack the facts like an episode of 'Law and Order'
Thats why its hard watching the news, nothing but drama and pain
Oh and what does and times to expect thunderstorms and rain
Drives me insane sometimes, thats why I write poetic rhymes in the name of freedom
Cause people trade they soul for the material, not know they speeding
On that 20 inch rim on the highway to hell
They can't nobody but themselves cause, they was a cheap sell
So my kings, queens, princesses and princes a like
Drop sass, pick up the class, and be ready to fight
Those who are the true ass holes, blocking our goals
Like its soccer or something, its no wonder why we be ready to put bullet holes
In the first person who act funny towards us
And its because of that reasoning that no one supports us