Poetry: Just vibin..

Why you gotta be like a ventricle?
chambered on all sides/ faked like the actual/
egotastical, lookin way too bashful for the casual.
fuddle with rebuttal, spiteful with a curl/
bitch you make me hurl.
tranquil like a whiffle gettin hit by a whistle/
ya twistle in the air and land like a missile.
heavy wit the hit when ya fallin to the ground/
im throwin up the work, i got this wit no sound.


Fake like that scary bitch in the lake/
You awake? Ya feelin's I will break/
Breakin in mistakes, corrections I can make.
flakin like a quake, drastic wit the waste.
the devastation for the nation/ causin desolation/
misapplication, complications.
revert to divert all the restoration/
convert to consume and corrode the replications.

Disemployed like a prostitute, I salute you/
but i cant say I know, so fuck it, sOlute.
pumped like a gat, ready to shoot, but nah/
i'll just smoke ya boots, toast ya roots/
Sorry but I gotta dispute to wear the suit.

I'm da big cheese in the situation, the big brains/
-Gigantism-, wit the big names.
But I gotta proclaim, I'm the mainframe/
Disclaimed like a ranger, I make claims.
But let me be literal, I'm massive/
Substantial extravagance, so passive.
Running with the liberals, I'm active.

Don't treat me like a -harlequin-, a jester/
I take it to the head yo, takin several measures.
I fester with disgust, your end will be a must/
Smokin trees like ya aint livin, simple cust.
You're a bum, homeless, abandoned/
Banished like Eminem did to Cannon.
I'm a Veteran to the game, your a freshman,
I keep it REAL, but kid, did ya learn ya lesson?

-PePi


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Poetry: Lyrically Inclined

I was digging through my files in my computer and I found something I wrote way back on December 28th.

My cranium,
more ingenious than any normal cerebrum,
dialect 2 dissect any complicated perplexed mathematical theorem,
I leave a nigga on delirium.
I am the cure i am the serum.
niggas think m fearin' em,
but nigga I am lyrically inclined to dismiss ya off ya shrine
Thinkin you a star standin' by the bright lights
Thinkin that u got su'n that i might like?
Don't waste my time like..
I'ma vulgar chick,
I gotta dirty mouth, get me some orbits.
Nigga thinkin he fly, he look like Norbit.
Thinking you in the zone,
Nigga I zoned it, all you did was clone it,
found out that I owned it, you wanted it,
so I sold it but nigga you ain't me,
How you gonna mold it? How you gonna hold it?
Thinking you brand new,
Nigga you on ya old shit.
Wanna get married?
You gotta cold dick.
Poppa nigga in da mouth with'a flap,
Pull out da gat,
and pop em *pap pap*!!
You don't go hard,
get glocked wit da mac and as a matter a fact..
I'm the best thing on the menu, i am the big mac.
The big cheese, baby, you could hold that.
But let me remind you, I always been back.



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Poetry: To Un-Want

And I, I can see your eyes in mine,
when I'm looking through the side
I can see right through your lies
cause you tend to hide...
but why?
why be so merciful if you're so merciless?
Is this you putting me to a test?
Yes.
Like fest dwelling on all pesticides
Indignized by all this genocide
that in the future lies.
You hide, behind the ocean tides
Crawling to salvation on the city's side.
But where do you go, you can't decide,
Cause you're petrified.



And.. I don't want you anymore.