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Lil Baby Chels. Lil lil baby chels. If you say ligma go get all my belts. 1, 2, 3, 4. You said no whoopings in this house? Go walk out the door. "I HATE THIS PLACE!" That's what I'm here for. To hear you yell and say lots more.
Last night I had a dream That you were here with me That body was dripping with sweat  Sweet smell of ectasy Night prior baby We made music Might as well been an album
I’m tired of all your fooling, your bitching, and all the gossiping You can’t get on the road without stopping causing the trafficking You sit around, lazy and can’t figure out what your slacking in
Baby, It’s Cold Outside, or is it Us? Baby, It’s Cold Outside,
    You ain't going nowhere fuck you thought this was none of y'all are leaving this is what pain does to a person who never felt love never felt trust only thing he ever felt was the lock of the handcuffs
I’m not handing checks because it’s not season Can’t trust the government, better call it treason I operate for my own reasons To protect myself as a human being Can’t put me down, I am not weakened
In the eyes of the president, I’m a fucking rapist In the eyes of the president, I don’t work for shit In the eyes of the president, I’m a drug user
A bunch of people poppin off their hinges   They line up to be called snitches My computer screen went black from all the game glitches  I might have fell and the hospital gave me 15 stitches 
Verse 1 When your out in this world all lonely You don’t know what to do with yourself honestly Looking back at your life is a tragedy Your trying to move along and be strong for insanity
There you were standing, stalled Your eyes, a deer in headlights, lights They held a killer cold hue The best was given Yet, it wasn’t good enough for you
Old roads and new hoes, you know how this essay goes. Crime rampant on the streets. Homeless men, calloused feet.Overdoses, opiates. Young people with too much hate.Gun violence, death from crime.
With every passing moment every message that I read I often look back at them and all I feel is regret   I would have took the world and wrapped it up all nice for you
Lately I've been hoping for some better days'Cause lately I've been feeling some type of wayThese silent thoughts have been goin on for years nowI'm wonderin' what's goin on when I'm not around
Don't ever hate you for being you without you there is nothing that is true This worlds in need of you and to tell you the truth I need you to  Don't you dare give up on me don't know what I would do  
you see, music is the key to world peace. instead of all these youngsters dying on the streets  just sit down and listen to some dope shit become one with the beat and youll prolly start to spit
Just cause my first mem'ry didn't find me in the ghetto That don't mean that I didn't see problems right from the getgo I insure you just like the gecko That I did learn how to let go
 Many of Our Major Experiences Normally Take Seconds   Written by: Eric Fraley
As you start to rise, success can come at a fatal price,the risk outweights the chance of a changing life,As each day passes its once step forward or stay behind.... I remind myself of the things i seen, with the cautious thoughts of that could ha
  Dear Hip Hop and Rap and other types of music that were traps for what I thought was a good beat but ended up being everything but that.  
notebook and pencils im ready to kill time writing rhymes passing the class is not a problem, i just gotta make it on time i am not intrerested ive lost the passion
A father gunned down right in front of me, a flash of red a life taken faster than the way the bullet sped my mother snorted lines, but never paid attention to mine
this is a dope joint & I'll get to the point in certain circles we always regret the decisions we make making choices with no voices we got heads today that really want to stay in the game but who am I to blame
jump in the game no here to complain being busy as a bee in a land of make believe we shoot for the top but it ends in the flames let me be the first to explain I'm staying in the game this is my time
Check one on the mic I'm about to bite a victim of race spread out your Peyton place let me take you down to the hood this is where you get the real lessons in life Hustlers pimping their rides
you can't make your heart beat something it won't it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell rap your rap well from the heart this will light the inner spark to what I'm waiting for
  Although those many years have passed Having every bit of reason to grasp The true message in his songs Seen him twice in Hartford, Ct That brother made a dent in my true memory as a young G
There's a battle for your mind but you say it's just fine pulling a 9 to your head it's the walking dead Not since the day of creation did we stand with ovation A seed was drop from a farmers bag that was bad
Little miss reddy Momma told her get ready Grab her basket in handy So she could go see her granny She was feeling so canny A lot of food she had plenty
Once upon a time, in a land far away, there lived a beautiful princess whose name was Aurora. Her hair as golden as sunshine on a sunflower, lips as red as the red rose,
yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was raised by my grandma Mable
Stuck, entangled, Entrapped in the mangled Mess of the past This hollow tomb for a doer Of evil is empty and black There is no hope for the futer Cause Only death is to come
Back By Force living on the edge and it's going to my head sitting up at night all alone in bed Following the rainbow to the sky I see a vision of you pass me by Got breaks in my mind
Doing Time put you rubbers on talk to your john switch to the rhyme we all stand alone look inside we got nothing to hide with random words got my head in a stir
Fuck you... One two on the mic let's start this flow in my crib there lies a vast domain some give props to the criminally insane sugar is sweet as sweet as honey
Suck a M.C. in the place to be mixing dope rhymes living out my fantasy. Going down breaking you need someone to take your hand Snake pit lions den you need someone to be your friend, Rolling down the street in my Benz
It's Like A Jungle Sometime, straight to the heart we get a brand new start Shooting pool down at the bar Sipping on the Cool Aid watching those honey's Say you have to act your age but what do they know
Cool Moe B Back in the day we used to pray Others say it ought not be that way Snake pit, lion's den you need someone to be your friend Your a soldier in the army of God
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you feel burned again and you can't breathe again, feet in mud again, stuck can't see again, but my minds free again, my veins they bleed again, my heart it beats again, these dreams will see again,
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong Got my head in the clouds,
Verse 1: Feet on the ground, More so when nobody to be found Though sometimes I like to stick around Need to be alone, figure out what’s really right and what’s wrong Got my head in the clouds,
It's the words of your life You know proof on repeat all day Beat's by Taylor Slim shady' so shady Dropping bombs Faster than you can say sabotage Life's not what you think If you've ever been
Are you down  For some  Of those haters hating Down for  Making thousands of haters That are just disguised as fans Who won't admit they like your shi* They're to busy Wanting to be you
you better watch it, then rap it. twirl it like Beckham. you know what your saying, your binging on hate.  she wearing her crown. they tell her it's forbidden unknown to Islam,
Pop, the leader of the age, Confined in today's mainstream cage, Who's designed to give what the masses want While every station encourages her flaunt.   Rock, the rebel, born of rage,
Throughout my life I've felt alone, Depressed, never was impressed with life, 'Till what I have is gone, My feelings were always messed, Then I started write, and realized maybe I've been wrong,
Ay yo azmatha fuckin matik brought to you to wreck havoc, allthrough out your planet, Cuntsavage, a pretty lavish, classic young man,
 When I get down and lower than my natural highs,I turn music for my moods to rise.I sway and I dip,sometimes I silently scream to songs,or mouth the words with open lips.Whether via beats, guitars, or even rap bars-music gets me out of it. 
Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton, a man of many words yet with none at the same time, A man whom I never thought much of, who is not fully appreciated, Made such an impact on the making of America.
I sit here in the darkness and I write these rhymes Calmin’ down my sanity turn it to a clarity I don’t do it for the fame, I just wanna focus and survive
What does poetry mean to me? Why you even asking? Every day I'm rapping Brain bruised, I refuse to take asprin Lyrics are the cure Beats bump big, so it's hard to hear I gotta make my topic clear
A rap is a poem with a beatto be my very best I must competetwo things I learned youngthese proverbs were sungNow words are important to me
What Can I (Watch the video) [Verse 1:] So, they ask me what’s poetry. What can I do but tell you what this poet thinks?
Meaning to Time Why do I write? …. It’s putting meaning to time Revealing the struggles and the rebuttal’s that we feel in our lives and sometimes….
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  i was just a little kid with a small mind though always moving fast, things needs to happen pronto ideas racing like mom are you proud of me
I started to write poetry To hide all insecurity Within my own thoughts and words I found a sense of security I grew up around music Rap artists rhymed lyrically I attempted to write my own rhymes
I'm like a bird, flying high Everyday in the sky I get shot, and I cry This is ending my life I fall down, on the ground No one hears this sound On the street that I’m bound
I wonder why I woke up this morning It must be because you sustain me I question my religion daily I find the world around me amazing The peace that I found is a mystory My old self is long gone it's history
imagine this addiction, words are prescription/ I feed off your words, variable's missing expression/
Hopeless, and I don't think that you noticed so i wrote this Cause I want you to know this before I disappear,whether I'm dead or gone,far from here Love my city although many mental wounds had to scar here
Honestly,can't think of a way outta poverty Palms sweating the fuck'll happen to my life, if I don't win the lottery Everybodies on my back,sometimes I wish they'd get off of me
Stare at this paper writing yeah life is complete Bullshit that is,music is my only retreat Demons haunting me I could never hope to defeat
Can't believe my life lately man,where do i begin? It's been a crazy few months, dont know when it'll end It's all been negativity no positive spin Fighting a uphill battle assumin i'd never win,well
Years spent stuck in my old habits they're so hard to let go of Dents in these walls, loco enough to blow, but i got no motive So explosive they say i need a therapist, to attack my head like a terrorist
16, following my dream ima young Ryan Reynolds wallowing in low self-esteem wanting to scream,go nuts kill everyone at the scene no desert eagles  just a pencil,mutant genes like deadpool
So the story began when you were just a seed Loving and care is all you really need Life is hard growing up without a loving father Nature made it's course and it took away your mother
  I wish I was a prospect A prophecy to fulfill I wish I was a MC With dope rap skills that kill I wish I was that nice guy
I should've seen it when i looked in your eyes. Preoccupied with making love no need to lie. Getting close to cutting ties. Knew you were into other guys thats no suprise.
Rap, game void of reality seen the acuality in  darkness cast, shadows over realism black in past mourn together  blackened path hip-hop path blackened, together mourn
Reminding me of a quiet strom, Feeling like a young mob deep where is alchemist, Remembering the lox feeling like a young Jadakiss, Needing the money power and respect, Kluster fucking women like I’m a young tech,
they asked me, what's the one thing that i need? my intuition said tuition -- but my soul said "im free" i call it emancipation, cuz my cup is full of seeds because i reap what i sow but no reaper reachin me
Never been the luckiest prisoner / no time off from off days / lost hair / inmates claiming they're all innocent / i am too / got lost on my way to school / they told me the wrong route / had me try on this suit / shit im scared / if the shoe fits
Poetry Oh its what I need I like it intricate and me interested Thats how I get invested The king of them all? Rap would be in the hall of fame of course I will listen to it until I'm a corpse
I fucked up a valium... I been fuckin up. You? That shit don't mean shit... "you, you you..." I been thru that shit... it's all about me now. I'm the head. you're the tail...
I tried to hold on sorry I let go, lost my grip hand slipped then I lost all control Anger embarrassed me and it got the best of me
fuck a duck for a buckhear it cluck and chucklook at the duck with guck from getting fuck for a buckawestruck at my luckmy luck my my luckfuck a woodchuck next after the potluck for a buckname the woodchuck Ruck Tuckhave a foursome Chuckwith me, m
  IntroMedicine ohh medicine You ain't no medicineBut an unloyal Rachet Residential president  Verse 1 Alot of things hurt me From friends to family But what killed me Is a Hoe I once trusted as my soulDid the world just to see her smileGuess afte
I was brought on this earth to do amazing things, so I believe. I watch people everday work that nine to five with such ease. 
I got you but I even tripping on it, stopped the swper ro swiping go and call me dora the explorer firefox motorolla I lov you cause you go an take me over cloud 9
Gave over, scored a hat-trick but I coulda scored four Could have all the money in the world & I'd still feel poor It's like I'm constantly at war But I never signed up for the army, I coulda swore
sluts, whore, bitchs need to born with chains to stay close to the dishes, never call a broke whore your mrs, yes its ok to fuck sisters, while there grandfather listens, as we're changin positions, wait till they black out and steal there few ri
Fuck these late nights and fist fight, this dog cops got my wrist tight, fucked up end to a fit night, just popped in for a quick pint, down the cells till I'm deemed right, handle shit like a boss might, tag my name when I'm out sight, back up e
I ain't paranoid bro there's cunts out to get me, I'm constantly armed with a cut throat and machete, constantly fighting fucks, who know me name but ain't never met me, claiming to have apparently owned me, ya couldn't stand up against me with c
Look at my life All the struggle and strife I deal with on the daily Haters are spineless Like snakes, scaly My words never fail me King Liam, hail me grew up like a peasant
Trancending reality Get in my way You'll be a fatality I do it automagically I say to all my haters Go ahead, have at me I make a joint pop like acne What? That's ridiculous
I don't pretend to be a g Bustin' slugs and sellin' drugs I'm just tryna get a hug from a chill honey But no one fucks with a homie Who ain't gotta lotta money I save my change in a jar
Walk into school on the first day everypbody like ok Yeah i had J's on my feet, they like, "oh dang, yeah okay." Yeah I accept the compliments Pills in my face tried to offer shit
He's got the charm of a devil, smile to prove it. She's got a mind full of fate, heart to win it. I've got a life full of time and no one to spend it on.
This morning, the sun rose
Teenage angst, women wearing spanx to insecure to say thanks can’t take a compliment their disaster’s imminent don’t really know if this is relavant but im doin this for the hell of it
Throw me on the bed and rip my clothes off. Give me hella head and force my legs apart. Put it in slow and then fuck my brains out. Cum and sweat all over, I shake and shout.  
I am just renting, put a lease on the bod I have no deity or God Darwin my nigga, been part of my day one squad
I've never let my race effect my progress
Is that boy from Canton putting soul in his sentences?
Searching on social media you will not find me I'm too busy practicing all the right degrees The filters hide my fears and flaws Your half naked pictures should be outlawed Erasing the impurities from my flesh
It's that trap muzak misspelled rap muzak or crap muzak either way it's that muzak I miss the days when Raven Symone was black muzak hope Musiq Soulchild comes back but not back muzak
Im feeling all the fears I feel dead inside I need a pen and paper and a thing of cyanide
Girl let me tell you that i've been on the road though Singing songs of how I miss you A boat load
I write when I'm sad, I write when I mad, I write when the sun shines, or pouring cats and dogs outside. I write when I have something to say, or nothing at all.
this  generation really has me loosing patience. I dont know how there gonna make it. Always counting on phones , what if one day phones turn into drones and take over the world .
love a first sight is like a light  from a dark cave your heart beats faster cause your loneliness is saved in your mind you want to call her babe you want to hold her hand underneath the shade but truth be told
Pay no attention to the girl behind the curtainCuz boy I am certainYou'll have a little more interest in the one who's out flirtin'That twitch of her hips, you want her so bad it's hurtin'
40 acres and a mule  How bout 40 million and some fame  slaves to old white men's rule and it's such a shame  from the NBA NFL MLB to the rap and hip hop music industry
Hey, my name is T-Rek Ya I ain't a reject, it's all about respect Arab, don't hate, reflect   
That which makes me tick is hard to define Is the antidepressants stabilizing my mind? Is it the fear of failure or being left behind? Is the incessant tick tock ticking of time?
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence  Oppression led the oppress to depression One gun can kill many sons  Teenage girls are confused, all bruised 
Ok I’m trapped in this world Matter fact, I’m trapped in my mind
You never had to be profane
You never had to be profane
The feeling at hand brings on trouble and issues that I cannot stand It changes my plans and unfortunately, I cannot fuflll its demands I cannot grasp or understand, but I am only aware of how I'm in a jam
Imma liar, but I'm honest. Someone you don't wanna spar with Sometimes my anger drives me, And I just can't shake the harness Mark's a literary marksman,  words always hit their target
Words are like bullets they pop off when I shoot them, And my mind is like a powerhouse, I blew it, My hearts are drum, music is what I've become, Love is undone;incomplete, she says please to me,
Music on everywhere I go, mostly hip hop and rock and roll Music on when I go to sleep, even when I wake up when I hit the streets From Eminem to ACDC, I listen to more music than the flat screen TV
We never know when we're going to dieor how long we'll live. So we spend most of our lives wondering why.
Am I a role model? / A question I ask myself/ A past life of blunts and bottles/ New life, new thoughts, new self/ Pondering what goals in life are mine/ Is this me or someone else/
I’m a human being I make mistakes; make risks to take I determine my life, prevent results, regulate my fate You can give advice But it’s my life. Don’t theorize a comprise
  After we done she clap for me bravo,
lately Ive been having so many ideas, so many inspirations and shoes i must fulfill.
I really like your style girl but I hate the fact that you wild, play this game always ends the same is this how it all goes down?
A bunch of hypocrite christian the land of no religion spreading rumor talking shit what happen to the worship
  This boy rise from the dark corner of a room, Where there no light for the flower to bloom, Where the wave, show me the ways, To amaze you every day, I squeese my head down,
  (Intro) To many things to say, About everything everyday, The day i been through, I think i should pay it to you, This is only thing can give,
I've tried so many times, and told so many lies.  I've sat and waited; and watched; was hated. 
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All these haters observin’ me. Colliding their trash, an attempt to murder me. But these niggas haven’t even heard of me. Ill kill you off verbally. Destroy your life emotionally. Disturb your soul mentally.
When I reach for the pen and paper, and begin to write/ Do I write about what’s right or mainstream it to tight/ One brings fame while the other brings respect/ I guess the only way to impress is to show intellect/
In 5,4,3,2,1  The words I will here when I sit in front of the camera at my dream job It will be more than a job it will be a career Getting the story, delievering the story, and the greatest part networking
Have you heard a rap song lately?  They talk about sex and getting money mainly. Oh, you just like the beat? I read them verses in your tweets. I know the way they rap is kind of neat.
I boast more verbose than most, your prose ain't even close.
Blow up a balloon and let it burst Ka-Boom!
This passion of mine is a craft I refine,  Words Clash and align then get graft into lines.   Disaster and crime get you blast with a nine,  Just for cash or a dime bet you castin' a sign.
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It hurts to see the table empty with no foodAnd my little brother walking around with some fucked up shoes
  I can’t stand it. Everyone thinks that they know better, But they don’t.
She left her wallet in El Segundo, Clueless el son had a gun though, 1 hits, 2 hits, They too be on that dumb dro, She says she loves that boy,  But their relations only days old,  
i live to be ill, for the thrill, keep it trill and if you walk into my house I'll be sending you a bill i dont need no money, but i get it tho i don't complain, it's insane, the way im stackin doe
fucked it all up tried to make it look right I do a lot of bad shit but I still stay polite Noone knows me around the corner down the street in the alley You was only chasin
I complete by marryin that girl dominique until i realized she ain't got the best physique  The was the second strike cause her heart wasn't right she was intercoursing just out of spite
      Competition in this generation marks the determination of H.I.P.H.O.P We will be those who carry insanity
I finally get to sing happy songs Never felt so alive and strong Knew you were coming home all along I'm so happy, nothing could ever be wrong Can't wait 'till you come home All those days over the phone
  Who would of thought? that with composition, lines and verses Y’all cast these disperses to pay off my courses Disperse em, then convert all disbursements investing, buying, spending them all in the moment..
  Béyonce you wish you were me, Strutting in my Luis V. You think you're as bad as can be, But hey I got my Céline with me.   Paris made, London born, Baby got that foreign form.
  They walk around scared and when we come near they give us odd stares when really we should be the ones with fear when the coppas roll around the gun us down outta no where
eye lids pop open, body in gulped in pain, oozing in red liquid, fear pumping through her blood stream, strength sprung from the gods above, power to take control of her destiny,
Took an hour to write... Enjoy :)   Poetry is an art, my imagination's the canvas. The lyrics I breathe're pure, but bear evil thoughts of a savage. Demonic practice; without a leash I bet I murder the masses.
I'm a faucet of emotions when my pen strikes the page Clarity and bliss engage while my song plays Melody and word possess the key to my cage, I'm locked in the cell of routine of everyday life
  Sex. Parties. Drugs. It’s claimed that’s "life" by people who call themselves "thugs". Tell me why are these artists called artists? Convince me that my generation doesn’t react to this.
  Wordsmiths are my forbidden fruit But then I look at others and wonder is this a trick  Why are you so different? Life is good despite being birthed a sinner
Music and me have something going Music and me are far too knowing We together, one controlling Right now it’s me. Music has given me the right of way.   When I first listened to hip hop
She really thought it was real this time She was stubborn that this time, this time he was the one So she danced with words on her tongue  And made him feel like a prince
Sorrow sorrow brother is deadCremated into ashes put in a jar the new child tot tot topples it overWhat to do what can be doneScramble to scoop brother back into his homeSome ashes are missedLicked up by the cat
My pencil is a Chinese native. Factored so I can pretend to be creative Writing’s  addictive and my mind is active, I’m a practiced imaginative Imagine: the paper I use was alive. 
When I die, my body will become the grass When I’m gone, there will be a crack on the glass My spirit will be an overwhelming mass And my footsteps will cause an earthquake in class
The beat and lyrics that I always hear Makes the poet inside me wanna appear Incomparable beauty like the Santa Monica pier Addictive like when my dead cousin swallowed the beer
There are a lot of things as to what poetry means to people, so inevitably there is something for me.
Storytellers, true storytellers Talking about real life, their life Not a dream or fantasy Demanding positive social change Using their fame To improve the lives of others
i grew up as a sista, round the brothers the kids who get pissed ya, bout their mothers livin still with mom and dad somethin i once had he was quite the father, then times got bad
Oh gheez Lets freeze I’m not hard to please I need apologies I’ve paid my fees Put me at ease Ain’t hear to please ya Not sittin here to tease ya But this light skinned disease
Like The Lord, I get bored, always gettin ignored, cause my words Have been poured down your vocal chords N you can’t afford To take what you stored To put toward for a new bulletin board
You spew forth the archetype, for what We should be "We" being the youth from low-income families You alone hold the virtues of our character Little known fact that you're no more than just an actor
Straight to the dome is how I hope people will get hit by this poem, and even though I don't know 'em I'll gladly write to show 'em, how I should be one of the chosen still down to submit a rap poem, if you couldn't tell this was rap and are now i
It’s a nice hot summer day You’re going on a family trip That is two hundred miles away You don’t want you mom to flip So you chose to not say a word You thirst, but do you dare take a sip?
Everytime I go to tell you what's on my mind I lose control. I feel so much emotions in my heart, mind, body and soul. But for some reason I don't know how to let the truth unfold.
love me or hate me, I don’t care.
 When everyone left me hope was the only thing I had to spare.
 I always hear people sayin “life ain’t fair.” But that’s a blasphemous nightmare.

Have you turned on the radio lately? Have you heard beyond the top 40? Have you heard this shit they call music? Aren’t tired of hearing 'shorty'? I’m tired of the same beat From the same street
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