Hip hop poetry.
Stereotypes, have affected the game, people rising with no skill.. but their set on the stage, lines that just don't kill, yet their records are played. Their trying to flow still, straight fuckin' wreckin' the game. Its depressing, the way people mention my name, always got their fucking mouths open but I'm setting em straight. Im showin them wassup... and if their flow doesn't nut up? Ill freak out.. fuck cuts.. I'll destroy their name, and sew their mouthes to their clothes to shut up. Dumb fucks. This is only for the memory of rap.. your telling me in fact, its alive, even though its hella weak & whack..fella read it back.. tell me what the fuck ya see.. in the depths of hip hop, these fuckas suck with speech.. so I sucker punch their streets, knockin' there house down.. the cops are upset now.. so they start fucking up these geeks..
Fuggit.. im done xD
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