- Black History, White T
They say the blacker the berry
The sweeter the juice.
I say our melanin skin
Tends to blend with the bruise
And marinate in its confusion.
They labeled us “useless”
But for (four) hundred years
They slaved and abused us.
Then traded us for new ones.
No need for gift receipts
Cause they breed us just to make new sons.
Beat, pulped and juiced us
Stripped of Vitamin B (free)
And left us malnourished and foolish.
Auctioned off like Sadie Hawkins
To the highest bidder.
Dead man walking to his coffin
Bled then bread, we “liver”.
Shelf-living action figures
Black toys for white kid-ders
House-cleaning field niggers
Who can’t afford the things we pickup,
Like cotton. (more…)Popularity: 17% [?]
- On To The Next 1
We got a million ways to pen it
Choose one.
Aye, bring it back
Now let them Dope Poets up on this trackI’m on to the next one
On to the next one (repeats)Popularity: 8% [?]
- We Are the World
We are the world
We’re rappers ternt sangas.
We are the ones to say, “Hip-Hop is dead”
and we’re not kidding.
There was a choice, who made it?
Weezy with an auto-tuned mic?
It’s true they’ll make a better song
It just won’t be we.Popularity: 10% [?]
- ABC’s of Alliteration
Assuming is for asinine analysts always angry and anguishing about augmented reality with aims to advance their alterior motives.
Backwards bigots blaming Blacks for being bottom-dwellers is blasphemous at best. Bloody bumbaclot bastards, boo!
Caniving cliche country chicks can cock-a-doodle-doo cash cows from countless (charitable) C-list celebrities.
Dictators delve in dimly dark dens, doing dastardly deeds & directly dodging do-gooders daily, like draft dodgers.
..to be continued
Popularity: 18% [?]
- Understandably Untitled
Number one in my toolkit, #2 pencil
Will.i.write out the box? They call me jump-fence Bill.
I would’ve rhymed ’stencil’, but that’s too simple
You reap what you sew, so I needle nouns nimble.
Alliteration as absurd as abnormal AdSense words
Aka the Mad Adder of adjectives and adverbs.
Last name Smith, first name Wordsword
I eat nouns now & later hors d’oeuvre verbs.
Words lay down for me like lovers, we burn rugs.
I pull out my piece, its like peace, olive branch, dove.
I’m not squeaky clean, wash my mouth with Dove
When I finish I squeak clean like Tupperware does.
I oughta been an author, wordy like a writer
Carpal tunnel typing, turning cramps to arthritis.
Pretty Young Terms got me feeling tendinitis
I do this just for fun, but it’s MasterCard Priceless.
But once you try it, you’ll wonder “who this guy is?”
Vocabulary vocally visceral, vice is.
Literary lexicon, literally La’chaim!
Toast ale, break braille, so deaf when left 2 write this.Popularity: 29% [?]
- On to the Nexus One
I put her in a figure @foursquare headlock.
@formspring’ed her to Young Money’s ‘Bedrock’.
P-poked her @facebook, made her @flickr hot.
She said @gowalla, then gave me her @dropbox.
Rode my @googlewave, gave me @googlevoice.
On to the Nexus One, I rub her OLED till it’s moist.Popularity: 22% [?]
- Shout Outs
Popularity: 69% [?]
- 12th day of Xmas
Popularity: 67% [?]
- P[rude]nt
I used to be prudent
Second guess, dislike.
But now I’m being Judas
Betraying my right mind.
Usually I don’t do this
Still I just might
Since I express myself best
When I’m left to write.
Not ambidextrous but yes
Even my left is right.
Southpaw, jab left
On a NorthWest flight
Entendres doubled-over
No In-N-Outs, read it twice.
Now you double-doubled over
Can’t shake the fries.
Cause I’m sick with this pen
Call me carcinogen.
Chemotherapy preparing me
To lose it again
My hair that is
You know how unfair that is?
My alliterations a-literally
Nair these kids. (more…)Popularity: 77% [?]
- Office Rules
Popularity: 100% [?]
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