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- So I'm hearing secondhand my poems sound a bit too much like rapping
- But if that was happening I'd be surpassing Briar Rabbit's
- partner in civil disruptance, and frankly I'm a little disgusted
- that anyone could spit on my cousins
- I'm a star crossed lover of my families, two
- branches of the same tree saggin' from the weight of their dumb-ass feuds
- Capulents and Montagues, number all in my crew
- My dad was Romeo, he penned sonnets for love
- and stabbed a dude with a sword when he murdered his cuz [in cold blood]
- He was a little reckless, see that in me when I'm tested
- But I'm patient, I'm praying and cautiously making my move
- Invested in refreshing the house of Montague
- Already paid all my dues almost wore my father's shoes fore
- I realized suicide would only reduce the lives of my crew (only reduce/never improve?)
- (pros/cons of poetry)
- X that thread, why ignore the other branch of the tree?
- Juliet found love in rapping when she realized
- that Capulent rhyme was
- ... the perfect doorway to the morgue
- Too soon?
- Gotta have a sense of humor with death, especially when
- your metaphorical parents offed themselves 'fore
- your persona could be born z
- (*pros/cons of rap)
- (*deepen Juliet's character)
- So that's how it happened, the ghosts a literary classics
- spat out a writer out the womb before he even matured
- and I'm here to make sure the moral of the story haunts you, absurd
- to think that tragic tale is repeated like it was high school
- If you're dissing rap you obviously haven't listened to enough
- to know they even come without a beat or a chorus and my poems have none
- And if a rapper calls poets sad little patsies
- I'll team up with Watsky and show him the
- My rapping is poetic, my poems are fucking lyrical
- If I ever sing a song, you can tack on stand-up comic
- to my list of accomplishments, it's even longer than my dick
- But I ain't never kissed my blood, like haters biting their tongues
- so if rapping and poetry are my family, just let me go
- I'll marry a punk rock chick and broaden my flows.
- Don't shoot the messenger and careful with the seal
- when you open up this letter.
- * set it up as a play? *
- * chorus / quarrel *
- * chick/broaden - broad/chicken *
- (better MC names)
- if the mic is broken so's the metronome
- I don't have to be the best, just give me an apprenticeship
- x Not a poet, not a rapper, just listen to the pitter-patter
- At 11 I heard my voice echoing offa cathedral vaults
- Now 22 I'm reverbrating in these poetry halls
- Come 33 I'll hear my own songs when I turn the radio on
- if this a rap when the chorus and beat kick in?
- if this is garbage how come you still listening?
- Tear your arm off, turn your middle finger up
- and flip your dead body off with it!
- [Shoot the Moon]
- Last time I played basketball,
- An eight year old handed my ass to me
- and she was a girl
- [dribbled her brother's head on the concrete]
- but honestly I don't even feel a bit bad
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