killed killa

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Rap About Rap - Poem by killed killa

Figure out what you wanna say
Even if it takes all day
There's no set-in-stone Flippin way
All you gotta do is play
'round with combinations of your words
Mix it-so yo' message get heard
In a beat that's pleasin' to da ear
Make it so they're gonna WANNA hear
Say yo piece an' make some Flippin rhyme
'bout funny stuff- not only stuff 'bout crimes
Add those sound-mix rappin' sucker beats
Now go and take yo' rapp an' hit da streets!

so what-you can't be rappin' like a show man...
you can rap like whitey no money snowman
meltin' in the sorry damn rain
rappin' 'bout yo icy banged pain
juss make show yo lyrics sounding fine
yo wanksta- prankta -milktoast gonna shine
don't inspire bros to pull the trigga
by sayin' yo cap- killed like
'whack your finger in my ear'
Cuz that's jess LAME.
Keep yo rhymes respectin'
And 'bout stuff in yo domain
Not white boy rappin 'bout da black man's pain
if yo life's 'bout watchin Jeopardy~
The Hamptons, fallin' stocks an 'Grace Kelly
Rapp 'bout that-jess let yo mind be free
Then get yo butt to Macy's
On a suckish shoppin spree ^^

Poet's Notes about The Poem

i know this aint a poem but is it good in a good way? ? ?

Comments about Rap About Rap by killed killa

  • Michael Webb (2/26/2017 4:17:00 AM)

    That's a rap, like wrap it up. Never battle if you can't back it up. Actin tough but your lackin actual facts, you need some practice son. Accidents happen when I step on tracks, lapping actors like Leo Dicapri uh.. Cold as the iceberg when the titanic sunk. Colder than canada, Volcanic eruption when I bust this like nuts on hannah montannas butt. Saddle up, Battle raps are like quarter backs that I'm sackin. You're dracula, biting my shit. But it's too immaculate to come from an Average rapper. Blasphemous bastards attracted to fashion trends and actin tough. But quick to have an asthma attack in a cypher boy was absent like bueller skippin classes or food up in africa. Climbin over y'all like ladder rungs. Hol up like your bladder stuck, whos the baddest rapper this side of saturn, you know the answer son. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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