Syndel:

Hey Red

I was tinkin let us show
How women of poetry flow
Cause sometime they tink but dont know
Listen up lets give em a clue
Ill go first leave the rest for you

Im a writer I inspire
Leaking from my pen absolute fiya
Pen fucking words my desire

I deliver a positive groove
Leaving brothers weak
Im that smooth
Turn em into baby boys who cooooo

Showing off my dialect
Stroking the intellect
Leaving a lasting effect

Women admire sometimes conspire
Know I burn
Send them straight to hell
They dont know
My name Syndel


Spiritually incline
Showing love for he who sits most high
Poses power in strength
Wit God on my side

I am a woman been thru the drill
Caressing the metaphysical
Leave ya in the biblical
Did I not warn ya
Tried to tell ya

When I write
I cause Murder .

Show em who I run wit
Redlovesong
Drop it ..

  RedLoveSong:

Im that artist
That paints a picture
In your mental with words
You cant seem to forget

Leaving you defenseless
With my poetic truth
Making you release tears
You didnt want to shed

Injecting you with
My love drug
Giving you an overdose
Of that feel good
Without resuscitation
Then revive you with
An uplifting revelation
From my Father in heaven

I possess the finesse
To sensually stimulate
But choose to let you
Secretly salivate
And speculate
Whether or not
You could truly have me
And my girl Syndel

Cause when we scribe
We murder your mental
Leaving you slightly unstable
But poetically addicted
Wishing you could serve
A life sentence
In our magnetic presence

  Syndel:

Muder She Wrote - Chaka Demus and Pliers