Yea, yea, ok, alright
Ya'll know them niggas that I'm talkin bout
The ones that ya'll be seeing at the coffee house
Soon as they get the mic I start walkin out
And swear that they skill the most talked about
It's time to bring the emcees on, I'm sick of niggas lookin
Bitch trying to read poems and try to battle
Me with sandals and capries on, come on dog
I'm about to get hyped with this, shed some light to this
So called black righteousness
Even though ya'll niggas might not cuss like me
At the end of the night ya'll just trying to f*** like me
So what's the reason for the hating, niggas with dreads
Calling they self gods with white girls named Caitlin
And I'm cool with interracial dating, but I aint about
To hear no f***ing speeches cause I wanna have some bacon
I rock and swerve, that's why I cant f*** with
Coffee houses man, get on my god damn nerves
And deep down ya'll know that I'm right, man shit I'm bout
To kick some Trick Daddy next poetry night like
My black queen
Don't know nan nigga
© Phonte...
That pretty sum up how I feel about poets. Not the actual poetry... just the poets themselves ...
lil niggaz they ain't around that powder
They ain't Super or Luigi or Mario, ain't found that power/
plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower.. You don't move white you lyin' dogg/
that's a neverending story without the white flying dog
