MY POETS!!

 

My Poets!! My Poets!!

Screeeeam if you're a poet

My POETS!! My POETS!!

Screeeeeam if you're a POET!!

Let EVERYBODY know it

Spit rhymes all the time

Get spiritual then get lyrical

To get your point across at any cost

Cuz the POETS be the boss

My POETS!! 

Be PROUD to show it

 It's your talent man

don't blow it

but stay poetically bent!

See! My POETS

Skills to keep ya conscious blowed!

Drills to keep their skills honed!

Will to keep their true spirit shown!

Man Poets UP!

Bustas Down!

Poetic Head Bussas have entered YO town

Hate a poet

Sit back and frown

We’ll wipe this poetry cross your face

Like a clown

Then TAKE yo girl

Because she likes the verbal thrusts

That keep her toes curled

See! I be one of them poets

Can't help this Neoetry keeps growin

Tongue twistedly spectacular

Wicked vernacular

Raw and Uncut

NO Subject left Untouched

I ROCK mics 

As I conjure

The 7^th Reich

And I wont stop creating

As a poet is always contemplating

His next attack

So the mentally flatlined

Should watch their backs

BOY!

Do not set a poet OFF

Just getting yo ego busted

Means you’re getting off SOFT

The sentence for you

Is a volley of sentences meant to creep up on you

Long into your future’s conscious

MAN

Where my poets at

Swinging their tounges

Like baseball bats

And knocking floetic homeruns

Til WE say enough damage has been done

I know my poets feel me

I know my poets see me

I know my poets hear me

Because we share this commonality.

 

My poets file into rank

It’s time to go to the bank

And tip the balances

In favor of OUR assets

And make everything make sense

For the first time

In our existence

My POETS!! My POETS!

Beware of the pen totin’

Truth showing

Future knowing

Lip popping

Endless rhyme having

Writers block fighting

No sleep getting

Constant instrumental playin

SLAM searching

Always on the edge bein

Acoustic rockin

Club packin

Finger Snappin

Hangover tamin

Faded pants and busted shoes wearing

Personal slogan creating

Corporate slavery hating

History telling

Late coming

Red eye blazing

Lady snake charming

Bob Marley idolizing

Religion neutralizing

Haircut needing

Crowd adoring

POETS!!

YOUR Poets!! YOUR Poets!

Doing what we do 

Because we GOT to

Trying to stop us 

Aint even an issue

It’s impossible

Because we are just.... that.... COLD!!

 

And I love being a poet

Happily drafted into a genre

Of spitting game

To the world

Is my fortay

From Memphis, Tennessee

To San Jose

I flip my thoughts and experiences

Just like the experts taught

And here I am naked

Mentally exposed and unashamed of it

Because I... am... a Poet

I....am.... a POET

There's nothing nobody can do about

There's been no better time for it

And poetic militants are ready for it

My POETS!!

Keep writing your scrolls

STAY armed

And Fire when Ready

This IS the finale!!

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