Lyrically Poetic Flow

Yes! I see i got a part in that, while I put my heart in that, talking with a starter cap;
My tie got a tie on buissnessman appetite, boss style swagger like, boxed in office mic;
Okay okay okay, three times the charm, not to cause harm but "R.I.P" on my arm;
With a pot of gold so they call me Lucky Charm, blindfold the bat to hit the shoulder of a barn, am i wrong?
Watever... My styles on lecture, my acts on pressure,but i feel pleasure;
They sware they can go and pick someone better,
But i can make a punchline end with any letter, im better.
But who is their to judge, I dont want to be the best I just want a little love.
I wanted white sparkle so I had to wear a glove,
And Im higher like the moon so i walk like MJ does;
Or did... Does even make a difference, cause wonderland is magic and that happens in an instant.
Not about to teach you but i am here to let you know,
Im in my own genre Lyrically Poetic Flow

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Design set but write nothing talent lines punch skill make you want to sign something;
Hunchback skills like lines builds who's real? Not Jill Jack wheels just for show and tell;
Word play line stanza simplized like billboard signs and words glazed like mine;
Words ill like swine case in point? fine. Like sunrays and cloud daze make me shine;
Who river flow is iller though? I stay main stream so I wouldnt even know.
Sparkle ocean summer glow chaos. Late mistakes wouldnt even display a lay off;
I say I work hard on my days off, i need a vacation.
But my success i chase will sooner or later cause for celebration.
Listen untiled slang not written but recited at recitles,
Talent? It's not talent but if not me then talent is always vital;
Wings for a parrott like fur for a ferrett,
Im tired of getting honors how does it feel getting merrit?
If they ever had a choice they wouldnt dare to bet it,
But if i tell em i got it guarentee i proably get it;
Chase my money right but damn i feel like, if i can show it off it would last me one night;
So I stay the underdog but why not a catalog but really I, I just might.

Conscience

My mindset hustle on very high,
I soar past penguin dudes who never fly;
If i was stoppable i still wouldnt ever die,
Because I, as of this guy set the standards on every try;
Set things past expectations,
Love it like a brother but i am no relations;
Respect through my blood so respect is what im tracing,
Success to it all so achievment I am chasing;
I listen to the words that doesnt mean much,
Because although your not currently hungry doesnt mean you leave lunch;
Words i munch i mean a whole bunch,
Because at some point of time them words work in the clutch;
I may seem chill but nothings all good,
Because I feel only orange rubber and a pen can get me out the hood;
I wish i knew it all beyond the nonsence;
Because this is not talent this is just from conscience;

If You Can Tell Me

Can you tell me if I... Can u tell me if I... Can you tell me if I...
If, if, if..if I need posture to hide my imposter,
Lost a good thing I think it will cost her;
Pearl all whites because my words are flossers,
No Im not a beast I am a monster.. Bosser.
Style is a dictator no no choice,
And i always keep my cool with a permanant voice;
If good things wet then all my movments moist,
And I say I do it for no reason like if I ever had a choice;
If i ever had a choice, my movments predictable,
Anticipate foward but forget about it if u think it's slow;
And no I dont need no pass, because it's a race to the goal and im never ever last;
My presence is a sheild and my swag is the badge,
An I am bright enough so whats the purpose of a flash;
I hold no thoughts back so critics they can stop that,
With the world on my shoulders so my globes in my backpack;
Gametime moves so im ready if you ready,
What i look like from behind? Man if only you can tell me;

Everytime I Come Around

The presence roof top, born with a certaint stature,
A leak of talent I guess I have the weakest bladder;
Work bad but i strive just to work badder,
But what's the point of greatness if you never get to be the master;
I think change but I dont think strange,
I can be the mode and my skills is the highest range;
Race me if you dare but know i switch lanes,
Because the competition of this trail can no longer keep me sane;
I notice the things I try, makes them open up their eyes,
But all that I accomplish is no longer a suprise;
I do the toughest things to seperate me from other guys,
And a honest reputation like what's the deepest reason to lie;
But wow... I no longer see the ground,
But I know I put it down,
Everytime I Come Around;

My Vision

The price of life is free but living needs a payment,
Because a life without self success is nothing to play with;
A world rumbles with construction with all of its changes,
Friends you know come and go and later on become the strangest;
My vision is to make a difference for all my known strangers,
Being a man with no problems is nothing compared to a one in danger;
A ranger! Power to the rangers!
The G.I Joes in camo clothes that shileds us from the danger;
My vision is to see that they all come home,
An an average chair for the average "man", for them its a throne;
My vision is to make violence see silence,
Wih benifits to the worlds plus signs from a minus;
My vision is to have a touch like Midos,
A brand from me called "FOR U, BY US";
My trust developed from the rush,
Of the irony of me to LOVE LUST;
My vision controls everything around better,
Praises to every women even if i havent met "her";
I am surviving not living,
Because I survive all these tribulations, i'm trying to live in MY VISION;

SONNET

They tell me…I have a chance to change history,

What can I cure? What should I change?

A culture trying to dig out of centuries of misery,

But when I look around my peers do the same,

We complain, but what battles cause stress?

Something we cannot tolerate,

A strive for success and being the best,

I just need to concentrate;

Loose words cause verbs combust from the speeches,

I’m unaware of the tragedies,

But I want to learn lessons that one day teaches,

The young to have better strategies;

For reasons I do not know I must take a stand,

And put my all on the line,

So all of us “useless young black males” can have a wave of showing hands,

On who made our culture better in time?

We are not who they say we are so even to our elders,

To this “Hard Knock Life” we will be the welders;

For No Reason

I can say the one thing relevant,
To my flows element;
We working to be better then who we are, self development;
Change nothing that I do I just try to do it better,
Not just a poem it's a lecture, exetra exetra;
Career goals set by former heros,
Making history with legends to seperate me from a "zero";
I loved bullies for calling me a "weirdo",
I just want to be that "weirdo" they see owning that Camero;
For real though, I dream big for my reasons,
Of not having a reason of an non perfect season;
Wins come with the effort that we put into this title,
Of "Greatness" no need to worry about my rivals;
I love pressure I face it at all of my recitles,
With words of wisdom in music so I listen to my idols;
Talking has become easy I do not think im an average being,
Because the success I contest I do it for no reason;