Corey Threet

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Odyssey (C) 12-8-09 - Poem by Corey Threet

I’m on a verbal odyssey
And it’ll take a miracle and Jesus that’s how you stoppin me
There’s no way in sky these niggas could think they toppin me
Crazier than soup on bread these niggas gotta be
Buildin my dynasty like I’m croppin seed
I never bust a gun but stand back when I start poppin G
I’ma blow through ya skull with my lyrical lobotomy
I’m so appauld that these niggas really think they got to me
I can do it by tearin up ya whole posse just watch me
Until when I start flowin yo hands goin up like a nazi got me
Brutal treatment is in play when I come around with my lariat
Get a catch then hang these niggas from a tree like Iscariot
I know you niggas see me and think I’m the scariest
With my black cloak with black horses on my chariot
Many mistake the birth certificate for a reason for weakness
But sooner or later those will be the same niggas tryin to leak this
I stand where I stand under the light but still they aint spottin me
I’m on a verbal odyssey

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, January 15, 2010

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