These words peice together like a puzzle or a riddle
it'll be a little diffrent if i fit it in the middle
writers block is not my stock so im stackin up on skittles
fiddle with it alittle until its perfect and settle. kiddo
these words gotta fit and stick like stealin with metal. in the ghetto
in a middle of a meadow with some paper and a pencil.
make a poem in a book or a scripture in a temple
ima speed up my tempo
speed up my rhyme heres a sample
lyrics i trample.
ampel time to sample rhymes its like snap crackle and pop. quicker than liquir stoled by nikkas in quicky shops.
quicker than tickers tock
in a ticky clock
ima stinky sock
tick tick tock boom. ima bomb blowin a hole.
blowin ya nose
only a snotty kiddo would kno
ima little below average in this poetic poll
oh no the point to this poem is blown
yea yea im the king wheres my throne
no one known like me unique
techniques i've shown
i've grown i flow without a beat or a point to this whole scroll
i'm an og, g.o. go! common sense says im victorious
not only an o.g but also work so laborious
no this freestyle has no purpose.
im tryin to find a meaning but it hasnt reached the surface.
the topic to this poem is nothing but my feelings at this moment
but the best part about it is that these lyrics!
i own it!!!!!
