HOTTOPIC:

IF I WERE A GANGSTER
SPELLINGLY, I WOULD STEAL THE VOWELS
GRAMMATICALLY, KILL THE SYLLABLES
PRONOUNICALLY, I WOULD EXECUTE THE R'S AND I'S
ALLITERARY AND RHYMICALLY KIDNAP!
IF ONLY I WERE A POETIC GANGSTER

  DC*:

IF I WERE A POETIC GANGSTER
I WOULD BE MORE OF THE TUPAC AND T.I.P TYPE
THUG LIFE TATTED ON MY BACK AND A MACHINE GUN ON MY CHEST
A GUCCI BAG FULL OF DRUGS
MAINLY HEROIN AND COCAINE
BECAUSE THE'VE ALWAYS BEEN THERE TO EASE MY PAIN
MENTALLY KILLING MY ENEMIES
VERBALLY SPONSORING THE MEDIA
TRYING TO LIVE
BUT WAITING TO DIE
A POETIC GANGSTER IS WHO I BE
ESCAPED OUTTA PRISON
KILLING THE GUARDS
CRACKING THE SYSYEM WITH EASE
THE KNOWLEDGE I GAINED ON THE OUTSIDE BEFORE I CAME IN
NOW I'M RETURNING BACK TO THE STREETS
A POETIC GANGSTER IS WHO I BE

  HOTTOPIC:

POETRICALLY, I WOULD MURDER WITH THA INK
WRAP MY VICTIMS IN A MANILLA PINK
AND IF I WERE CORNERED AND CAUGHT AND COURTED
I WOULD JUXTAPOSE THE JUDGE
WITH NO SENSE OF MERE JURISTICATION
AND BEFORE THE FALL OF THE BAL POINT.....HAMMER
I WOULD PLEAD GUILTY
ONLY IF I WAS THAT TRUE AND REAL POETIC GANGSTER

  DC*:

POETICALY IM LIKE THE PRESIDENT SPITTEN POLITICALY AT THE MEDIA
NO I WILL NOT SURRENDER NOR GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT
GLASS FULL OF HENNESY AND JIN
BLUNT IN MY MOUTH MAGNOLIA TO BE EXACT
SMOKING AWAY ALL MY PAIN
I HAVE NO SYMPATHY ONE DAY I'LL BE ALRIGHT
UNTIL THEN I'M CREEPING THROUGHT THE NIGHT
A POETIC GANGSTER LIVING MY LIFE
ALL THOSE NIGGAZ THAT I'VE DONE LAID TO REST HIT EM UP LIKE TUPAC SAY AND U KNOW THE REST
HURT LIKE T.I.P SAY AND WE WON'T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS
LEAVE MY VICTIMS BLEEDING LIKE DOROTHY'S SHOES IN THE WIZARD OF OZ
I'M A POETIC GANGSTER
CATCH YOUR ATTENTION AT AN ART CONVENTION OOOING AND AAAING
AT THE AMAZING THINGS THAT I HAVE DONE
AND I SWEAR WHEN MY SON POETIC GANGSTER J.R IS BORN
HE'LL TURN THIS WORLD UPSIDE DOWN LIKE A WOMEN'S PERIOD IS ON

  HOTTOPIC:

THEN ESCAPE IN BETWEEN THE LINES
AND IF TRAILED BY THEM COPS
I WOULD MAKE A SOLEMN FIRM TURN TO RIP THEIR FLESH INTO CORPSE
THEN MAKE A ULTRA- HEROIC RETURN
I WOULD NEVER FACE THE CRIMINAL INJUSTICE
FIND EXILE IN THE SIXTH CONSTANT
RUN FAST, FASTER, FASTEST EVERY INSTANT
SUPPORT INTELLIGIBLY EXISTING NON-VICES
MMMMH! AND MAKE LOVE WITH EVERY CAPITAL
AND WHEN I RUN OUT OF THE POETIC RHYMES
HAVING DUG A HAVEN- LIKE GRAVACASE
I WILL COMMIT A SYNTAX
AND FERRY MY BODY IN A VERSE
TO BE BURIED DOWN THE SYMMETRY
IF AND ONLY IF I WERE A POETIC GANGSTER

  DC*:

NOW I END ON A GOOD NOTE
LIKE THAT HOE IN MY CLOSET
THAT LIKES TO DEEP THROAT
SO FAR DOWN HER THROAT THAT SHE GAGS AND CHOKES