The Boom Bap

The Hip-Hop
From hop scotch
To Scott La Rock
From the beat drops
To Flex drops bombs when the hits hot
Exclusively

Hip-Hop
The hips hopped
When Rick decided to be slick
Right when Bambaataa decided to migrate the flow from Africa
We heard the culture
Sitting high looking down on the hood
Hi tops and flat tops
Were the confirmation that the masses understood

In Hip-Hop
The style then later dropped -
(Literally)
Jeans below the asses
Only NWA  could explain what happened
They screamed were fuck the police
When we thought it was losing cause

The representatives of the republic decided this alpha music was dangerous
So we walked in Tribes on this so Called Quest
(to Question)
Love for our culture
The Roots
Of De La Soul
Which voice our soul in volumes

Hip-Hop...
Rocked
Every John wanting to be a Legend from the block
These funky beats had beasts checking out the ladies dressed in less
Showing their Foxy Brown skin
Trying to win a Roc Boy to be apart of the family

Hip-hop
the rap style
The flow of poetic justice
Where we battle with lyrics that engaged out spirits
As we listened to Badu haiku's and
Hey love; hi how are you’s
You see Music fathered me
Took me farther then what I could of believed

I am Hip-Hop
I’m a son of rhyme
An ancestor of the jive
I’m the style of delivery
In every punch line
Attitude determines my altitude

I am Hip-Hop
I’m the culture
I’m the move, meant to be no only heard but swooned
I am Hip-Hop
Who are you?

REBIRTH

Your tears are little drops of butane
It pours  like rain
Soaking my body with your pain
I, Inflamed by your strain
Erupted when I held you close
The slowly extinguishing flame of hope
you had burning
Suddenly erupted when our eyes locked
The fear for your future became the fight that gave you life
you then rose like a true phoenix
From the ashes of what burned you so long ago

Bitch and Brother

From now on I say Fuck it to a bitch faithfulness
I'm gonna just Fuck the bitch fatefully
To believe that only my dick can dig in her so deep
Until she can't help but to creep around her own expectations
To be orally elevated and we making love face
As we tucking in places that only provide extra exhilaration
To conclude we drinking what we fillies our bodies with
White grapes plus forty years of fermentation

Fuck love
In my heart lust replaced it
The perplexed surface of what burdened us
Erased it
Now all my feeling for a bitch
Starts at my pelvic
I'm done giving my emotions
I'm starting to feel selfish


There was a time I was hell bent
On returning
It was like expelment on what I was
Yearning
You taught me something valuable
Permanently
You have managed to take what cannot be returned to me

I called you a brother
And you called the only I fell in love with
Under the covers
I had reason
But I didn't expect you to commit
Such great treason
Bitches come between brothers
With secret meeting under covers
While I was wasting my trust and being in love
You two we busy being lovers

Fake Friends

Let's talk to him now and laugh about him later
When he asks us how his business got around
We'll point to his best friend and paint him as a hater

Let's appoint him president then have the cabinet throw him out the cupboard
Let's serial kill his dreams fantasies and hopes
Let's take his reputation and hang it with a rope

His ex is going to be both of our next
We'll mind fuck her out the best thought of him
Leave her heartless so she strangles the next man who reminds her of him

Let's be the worst friends in history
Let's paint his story across the internet
But first help him make a name...some introspect

He won't know we did any of this

We will be by his side as he go through it
Tell him we got his back and catch who ever did it
But a dog never catch his tail

My partner....well I hope he won't tell
At least not before me..

You may think I’m a fake friend now just wait and see

Its hard to climb when the better man is on top of me