Abyah Yahyisrael

Rookie (Cincinnati, OH)

No Title - Poem by Abyah Yahyisrael

Jus like the snow on the mountain top
Jus like the sand on the deserts block
My beat is my heart within
Tearin' up places
Jus like the whirlwind!
Turn the tables to the east, but let the vibe of the west rest on your chest and eardrum!
Mighty lyrical am I
Reign surpreme
Dope meanings that crack the concrete
Now let it rest......
Ooooooh my vibes so sweet!
This is what my moma said as soon as the doctor pulled out my head
She's a star, by far, and all applaude
never hatin, jus spittin' my rhymes
philosophical hype is my vibe
cause knowledge is the power
that fuels my strength
and when I am done
You'll feel whipped!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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