Rap Poems
82. Off The Walls
by Kea Campbell
Can you wait, or is it time to lash out from hate?
They manipulate and degrade your brain until the cancer takes over and mental illness starts to control you and rash emotions disown your logic until there's no more room for the kind side of you.
But you fight back until the flashbacks cut loose to past relapses and on my arms I read maps and I'm retracing old paths because I've seen these patterns before and now they're reborn just to let me tour for four years what it's like to restore my core only to find out that that time was pre-war to this year's deplore.
I'm hurdling redundancy and ducking self-destruction like Temple Run running from peers but the light flickers dim like a BIC and every time I look back and to the front I consider reversing the roles to play the hunter.
Oops, I meant haunter because it's the little things that make or break your sane until the only options are "It's fine, I'm okay" or planning the date you pave your fate to the grave.
Watch out for Lady Karma when you start dumping your drama like trauma from childhood but that's no excuse for the Hell you put me through because if you're consuming my lyrical bis with reiteration permits you're old enough to quit playing victim and narcissist and egoist;
Well shoot, here's a list: self-proclaimed Jesus' kid, two faced, evil, villain, r(e)aper (of joy), dishonest, fake friend who's in it to win it but 'it' is a Hell ticket, one-way, so enjoy the adult beverages and good luck with the glass of flames.
......
Rapper Stuff
by Saleh Ben Saleh
To all you rhymers that like the beat,
come join the rappers on the street.
It's time for us to hear the best,
we gonna put you to the test.
Bring on all words that rhyme,
for every verse must sound sublime.
We got no time for idle sounds,
the finest rhymes will be renowned.
So if you think your game enough,
Let’s hear you play some rapper stuff.
......
The Boneyard Rap
by Wes Magee
This is the rhythm
of the boneyard rap,
knuckle bones click
and hand bones clap,
finger bones flick
and thigh bones slap,
when you're doing the rhythm
of the boneyard rap.
Wooooooooooooooo!
It's the boneyard rap
......
Cat-rap
by Grace Nichols
Lying on the sofa
all curled and meek
but in my furry-fuzzy head
there's a rapping beat.
Gonna rap while I'm napping
and looking sweet
gonna rap while I'm padding
on the balls of my feet
Gonna rap on my head
......
conditioned to be partitioned
by William Crandell
everybody been pissing
just seeing if you can listen
doing more than just wishin
get beyond kissing
already know there is much we all will be missing
......
82. Off The Walls
by Kea Campbell
Can you wait, or is it time to lash out from hate?
They manipulate and degrade your brain until the cancer takes over and mental illness starts to control you and rash emotions disown your logic until there's no more room for the kind side of you.
But you fight back until the flashbacks cut loose to past relapses and on my arms I read maps and I'm retracing old paths because I've seen these patterns before and now they're reborn just to let me tour for four years what it's like to restore my core only to find out that that time was pre-war to this year's deplore.
I'm hurdling redundancy and ducking self-destruction like Temple Run running from peers but the light flickers dim like a BIC and every time I look back and to the front I consider reversing the roles to play the hunter.
Oops, I meant haunter because it's the little things that make or break your sane until the only options are "It's fine, I'm okay" or planning the date you pave your fate to the grave.
Watch out for Lady Karma when you start dumping your drama like trauma from childhood but that's no excuse for the Hell you put me through because if you're consuming my lyrical bis with reiteration permits you're old enough to quit playing victim and narcissist and egoist;
Well shoot, here's a list: self-proclaimed Jesus' kid, two faced, evil, villain, r(e)aper (of joy), dishonest, fake friend who's in it to win it but 'it' is a Hell ticket, one-way, so enjoy the adult beverages and good luck with the glass of flames.
......
Rapper Stuff
by Saleh Ben Saleh
To all you rhymers that like the beat,
come join the rappers on the street.
It's time for us to hear the best,
we gonna put you to the test.
Bring on all words that rhyme,
for every verse must sound sublime.
We got no time for idle sounds,
the finest rhymes will be renowned.
So if you think your game enough,
Let’s hear you play some rapper stuff.
......
conditioned to be partitioned
by William Crandell
everybody been pissing
just seeing if you can listen
doing more than just wishin
get beyond kissing
already know there is much we all will be missing
......
Cat-rap
by Grace Nichols
Lying on the sofa
all curled and meek
but in my furry-fuzzy head
there's a rapping beat.
Gonna rap while I'm napping
and looking sweet
gonna rap while I'm padding
on the balls of my feet
Gonna rap on my head
......
The Boneyard Rap
by Wes Magee
This is the rhythm
of the boneyard rap,
knuckle bones click
and hand bones clap,
finger bones flick
and thigh bones slap,
when you're doing the rhythm
of the boneyard rap.
Wooooooooooooooo!
It's the boneyard rap
......
