Poets often use many words
to say a simple thing
It takes thought and time and
rhyme to make a poem sing
Okay, they raid apartment
409 for the simple green
Mr.
Clean flushed it all down the drain -hole
Gliding off in the comet,
knocking that black flag
Bounced to the
Roach
Motel, the
Pine
Island's ass
Left my black magic on a
Rillo pad
I dish liquid, ultra -vivid, spit it like he
Piska
I'm on ya, put your lime away, I got lava
You soft squirrel mother may
call me father
Spick and span like
Procter and
Gamble
Armed with a hammer,
grayish star shirt like
Niagara
Behold these hotshots signal
S .O .M.
So be easy on the static on
your neck and chest
Poets often use many words
to say a simple thing
It takes thought and time and
rhyme to make a poem sing
I'm in the truck turning corners with
Melinda and
Mona
They flew in from
Bucktown, they wanna see
California
See, I'm blue -collar tennis,
you pimping, they knew
Prada
My intellect got em,
cause my mouthpiece slaughter
Bank
Scorpio women, you puzzled,
I never thought of
My strong willy dynamite,
dickin' up, blow they socks off
Better be a massacre, sing like
Davies
Locker
Deep as an elevator shaft in
Africa
Flacular hermitism, fizzin' off the
Charleston blue
Su perfly
Portuguese women,
I'm diggin' you
Egyptian and
French, call it
Cleopatra
Joan of
Arc
Make the monkey hustle hard,
bless the microphone to start
Poets often use many words
to say a simple thing
It takes thought and time and rhyme
to make a poem sing
Never paid a dollar for some collar
First time in
Rhode
Island, got a proper topper
When I get a migraine,
I call a brain doctor
When she start the operation,
you can't stop her
I want snow action if it's done
with no passion
Something more like
a knob or a pole ashen
Often associated with
Scully or
Lewinsky
Mulder, get your president on,
tell him you're busy
That's some of the coolest shit
I got full respect for
Tonsils and that, yeah
Sometimes I gotta roll slow home
When this girl drivin' me
nuts with some
Rodone
My favorite song is when
she played a meat loop
She turned my
Air
Force
Ones into genie boots
Now she clean my cabinets
all of the time
Didn't know she liked to buff,
wax, polish, and shine
Come on!
Poets often use many words
to say a simple thing
It takes thought and time and
rhyme to make a poem sing
Man I done scoured the hood looking
for some of that good good
You know I'm talking bout that shit that
get you cotton mouth man
Some smoke, some choke, some dope, some dank,
some buds, some sticky, some grapes, some crumbs
I need an ace, a dub, a qualo,
a zone, a elbow
I ain't trying to tell you on
the phone man
You can't just hop on the receiver
talking bout some reefer or jeeper
Them people man you gots
to be discreet
I want some fire, some bomb, some crime, some kill,
some green, some dirt, anything but some dirt, man
Some doja, some ropa, some bush,
some fruits, some trees, nigga
Do you got some weed, nigga?
Poets often use many words
to say a simple thing
It takes thought and time and rhyme
to make a poem sing
Poets often use many words
to say a simple thing
It takes thought and time and rhyme to make a poem sing
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