Warrior Monk Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

Warrior Monk



Open palm bruises the sternum
I'm getting outta that headlock with several blows

With the elbow, to the ribs
Will ruin ‘em

The contact high from liquid nicotine is liable to kill
Just as bad as you overdosing those pills

Graphically painting graphics of aboriginals peeing scalps back
I heard the Mossberg will lay you flat on yo back

You give us villains a bad name
An always losing villain like Megatron that licks his maimed

Wounds and keeps back stabbing screaming snakes in his circle
Same cats brown nosing that triangle casting rapper

'He's the greatest rapper of all time! '
You mean the one with the Kool G and Biggie formats in his verses?

Yeah, I heard a ya favorites
But they can flex with their broken arm all they want

But they didn't orbit any suns
Trying to grab two celestial bodies and their wings burned off

Yo! Catch a roundhouse in the face with facts and myths
That's a staggering hundred plus tons

Edo Tensei on all the four kings and unleash
Hearts will boil when their energies start breaching the tin hull

Gotta' a lotta' light skinned broads playing the role of white
Women, and a lotta' dark skinned women might

Bleach they skin to look lighter
Then do it again to look whiter

And non-existent egos rise higher
Already smelling dead souls on the pyre

Inner beauty overcasts the physical and shines bright
I'm promoting what only the one eye can see

I'm casting light spells through that blight
I burned the effigy, standing in all white

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Originally made on 3/4/13. Wrote this while coming back from a bowling trip.
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