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Question: Another one of my old rap poems!?
Reality Mentality
Koye AKA Semper Fi Reborn
You better wake up, or get your weight up,
DUCK!
These gangs have no remorse, they buck!.
Buck, buck, he's on the move
Cause he made a hit!.
There's nothing moving
But the !.44 on his hip!.
He starts to dip and dab ad weave,
Taking away ya breath,
Slowly but surely every time you try to breathe!.
He's more secure than a viper,
A neighborhood sniper,
He's hyper,
Like Rowdy Rowdy Roddy Piper!
Pound for pound causing grief for the beef chief!.
K-O-Y-E
Reality mentality!
Written 1992!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
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All-grief patties!Www@QuestionHome@Com
I just had to pop in and say I've sure missed your poems since Y!A stopped sending me notifications of my contact's questions!. I wish they'd get it fixed! :(
Thank you for sharing this gritty, raw, jarring work!.
The lyrical word can make even the harder things in life glint with beauty!.
Peace!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Love these raps!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
This I can understand!. lol A nice rhythm to the beat as I read!.Www@QuestionHome@Com
Koye AKA Semper Fi Reborn,
That is gangsta! But you could've made more celebrity references and if you are shooting rivals, you need to express the damage that you do!.!.!. Observe:
BUCK BUCK
We Dingy South/ATL/Dirtier than dirty rice/We all we got/RIP to my man Shay/I got you my (censored) 'ga!.!.!.Time to let' em know!.!.!. The reality mentality!.!.!.
Time to wake up/Get your weight up/Haters hate up/Nickel plate up/Going straight up/Cut it fade up/Wanna stay up/Well don't wait up!.!.!./My gangsta style has no sense of decency or remorse/We crash the set like Chuck Norris' Delta Force/We don't care we are ill so prepare for the worse/Gold and platinum Jacob iced out but we still show discourse/Lashing out uncoiled with the strength of a viper/They hyped us up now we're hype and we gonna get hyper/Hotter than a Harley piper rowdy as Ronnie Piper/So call it what you like with the heart of The DC Sniper/K-O-Y-E/I am he/Watch these 9's go Buck Buck/Heater's heatin'/Leave em leakin'/You better run/Or Duck Duck/My nina's speakin'/They tag teamin'/Put in the work/Buck Buck/Down in Atlanta/Buck Buck/Cock them hammahs/Buck Buck/Town to town/Pound for pound/Round for round/Sky to ground/I love the sound/Are you down!?Barkin' like a hound/Shells litter the ground!.!.!./When I rep my hood sometimes I get a bit wreckless/Drive up and down the block hope you ain't on my checklist/Killing my own people man they wasn't defenseless/ In these streets there ain't no innocence you may think that is senseless/But when the sun goes down they'll be blood in these streets/It's like God himself done turned up the heat/You know (censored) damn well I ain't runnin' so let's settle this beef/Last thing I saw was wild eyes and the grit of his teeth/K-O-Y-E/I am he/Watch these 9's go Buck Buck/Heater's heatin'/Leave em leakin'/You better run/Or Duck Duck/My nina's speakin'/They tag teamin'/Put in the work/Buck Buck/Down in Atlanta/Buck Buck/Cock them hammahs/Buck Buck/Colli Park!.!.!.!./Buck Buck/Marietta!.!.!.!./Buck Buck/Fayetteville!.!.!.!./Buck Buck/Morrow!.!.!.!./Buck Buck/Norcross!.!.!.!.Buck Buck!.!.!.!. (Policeman yelling from a bullhorn) Driver! Throw out your weapon and step out of the vehicle with your hands up!.!.!./(Censored),here I go!.!.!. GUNSHOTS!.!.!. This is Unit 307 requesting back up!.!.!.shots fired!.!.!. I repeat!.!.!. shots fired!.!.!. BANG!! !.!.!.Is this the end of K-O-Y-E!? Hell naw!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com