The break beats
make ya
move feets
put off
sweet heat
from tha
true streets
and bob your
chick head
unless ya
so dead
or got
no bread
preferring
pop instead.
In the burbs
nothing's
going on
but hip hop
salutes
the long gone
by riffin'
old songs
with new rhymes
an' dropped bass
that rattle
your place
jus' to give a
small taste
of someone
else's space
not a stage
but a mindset,
not rapping like you
dead yet
but enticin' ears
to not forget
words show life,
a hardcore duet
of commerce and heart.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
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