rhyme i wrote yesterday
this is on some "talkin bout haters stuff". not that we have too many haters yet, but i feel it. plus i can feel ppl hatin without it being so explicit and outloud. my favorite part is when i say coons. i love that word, best way to make fun of an intelligent black person who prides themself on being intelligent is to call em a coon. works every time. jigaboo and sambo also work wonders. so ron just put this 9th wonder beat on, and said lets do a song on this about the haters we will get from what we doin. and for the first time in a while i just started thinkin, and quickly a rhyme came to. im talkin 30-45 minutes, thats quick for me. sometimes i dont finish rhymes for days or months. ron finished his faster than i did. by about 10 minutes.
now these muthafuckas dissin cuz I'm pissin em off/
got holy rollers mad at me like I pissed on the cross/
not knowin my soul's longin, or the love that I'm missin/
so every track I smash, hit shit like Son Liston/
who wishin, for the fall of the Icarus twins?/
we headed, higher than heaven, impact like 9-11/
now reverence, the kids with the wicked-er spins/
than today's currents and trends, the superior blend/
disparate, elements, congealed in this testament/
my flow is testin men, just concede to be the bigger man/
accepted status quo when you dropped to ya knees/
how you manage to talk slick, while you jugglin' deez?/
...shakin my head at these coons/
after bangin it out, the man got you in a spoon/
you niggas is golddiggers, not worthy to wear pants/
and I already feel the hate, so fuck you in advance/
before you even get the chance, here's my swift reply/
quit trynna throw salt, do you or die/
for those who say it ain't lyrical enough...shut up. hehehe.
after writin this my friend lesley came in. he said he wanted to write somethin on our Free Labor Movement intro. its on some spoken word shit, he didnt finish yet but i like it so far. i believe if he gave enough of a crap to put the right amount of work in, he could be a real good emcee or poet. lotta cats are like that tho. if i gave enough of a crap i could be a pretty good basketball player. ill post my part of that intro later.
now these muthafuckas dissin cuz I'm pissin em off/
got holy rollers mad at me like I pissed on the cross/
not knowin my soul's longin, or the love that I'm missin/
so every track I smash, hit shit like Son Liston/
who wishin, for the fall of the Icarus twins?/
we headed, higher than heaven, impact like 9-11/
now reverence, the kids with the wicked-er spins/
than today's currents and trends, the superior blend/
disparate, elements, congealed in this testament/
my flow is testin men, just concede to be the bigger man/
accepted status quo when you dropped to ya knees/
how you manage to talk slick, while you jugglin' deez?/
...shakin my head at these coons/
after bangin it out, the man got you in a spoon/
you niggas is golddiggers, not worthy to wear pants/
and I already feel the hate, so fuck you in advance/
before you even get the chance, here's my swift reply/
quit trynna throw salt, do you or die/
for those who say it ain't lyrical enough...shut up. hehehe.
after writin this my friend lesley came in. he said he wanted to write somethin on our Free Labor Movement intro. its on some spoken word shit, he didnt finish yet but i like it so far. i believe if he gave enough of a crap to put the right amount of work in, he could be a real good emcee or poet. lotta cats are like that tho. if i gave enough of a crap i could be a pretty good basketball player. ill post my part of that intro later.