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The Open Mic...

owl

owl

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BGOL Investor
I hear them growling when I'm cumming
bored by many measures
test me and here's my address
thinking the owl is sucker
you got it
but let me see if you address it
Ain't many players I respect but
survivors i got my gate unlocked
take a flash but keep ya game up
It's a crying shane that I got to digitally light, cuzz...
you involved with evolved mental
living my life is simple
I deal with the lovely dimples
her arguments cause grown men trembles
So extra?
baby, you ain't seen what he been through...
I'll meet y'all on perdition
road
I don't stall
I let my fucking instrumental unfold....
And let the young real figures get they meal on...
 
Flip like Dawes, Dunk like Dominique, Hit these pretty bitches in heat under the sheets
Keep it street, I repeat, bring the streets and watch the menacing of the thugs over hardcore beats
Grimey NYC I used to be, Out in the Midwest And It still be
Gangster like dillinger, no sneak attack cause I be
Running with pain from my environment, hell sent, got the Garcia Vega blunt scent
High, stay bent, having you experience life in a tent. I'm spent.
 
24 gun salute
Is the marking of your fate when you mess with this murderous brute.
always dressed in blue jeans and timbs no need for a camoflauge suit.
Doesn't matter if you alone or have an army for a crew.
Pay hommage to the lyrical Terrorist
Too accurate never aim never miss
You best ta kiss ya ass good bye
When I let my fist fly.
Faster than a jet’s rockets
You would have a better chance playing in traffic
Wield my pen on paper
Like a jedi knight with a light saber
nothing can save Ya
 
I build with devils diamond grown
forget the levels of clouds blowing strong
the children just learned how the drama blows...
i breath with the soldiers and quick thinkers
I love the ladies who keep their minds made up more than their lips
don't think owl is captured because you right clicked his picture
I walk through the middle of Babylonian ventures
dick hard and mind viscous...
words lifting niggas from quick sand into benzes
I'll see you in my rear vision
ask 25th and state if this god ain't real business
unless you scared to meet the family
I'm trying tell you I'm about that real shit...!!!!!!!!!!!!!
 
Consistency makes perfect, I'm like A.I fuck practice
Kiss my grits like Alice , Or get locked in the pits of madness
Glad this is on paper and not vocals, cause my focal will be badness
Smoked a blunt of that kind bud with Vader, Now even he a hater
Talkin bout his favorite actor was christan slater, and he collected beta
Black and silver like a raider, Art isn't a drawing on paper, where you cats get your data
Pretty 9 luger will aid you, to the hospital while they spade you
Cut you ,dissect and autopsy you.
 
My malice mind is far from kind
Seldom I sit back, relax and unwind.
Too busy I the world trying to grab whats mind
banging on the keyboard, dropping a few rymes
a few lines, is how i pass the time
For its a cold world
doesn't care if you a boy or girl
Better watch ya step
cause there is always someone at your neck
Or pockets
When in the streets my eyes roving in their eye sockets.
look left, look right.
Always poised ready for a fight.
Is it paranoia or simply wound to tight.
Fuck what you called I'm gonna make it through the night.
 
Fuck'em where they linemen ain't gone block
it's the permanent tip of the columbian rock
I like it when they can't surmise his stock
I walk on the digital road
and the realest figures start to unfold
man, u fucking with the quarterback
not the patriot's cracka pressured gonna back
down
this melanin stain never quits attacking his aim
I bet'chu the popular names
ain't even took me up on my offers...
I walk still like owls in their coffers
but I'm highly animated
ask the real killers that made out
back to the lou,main streets
I bet they know my real name
infatuated with my real game
I live this shit live I'm trapped between death and a black & mild
I'm wild like jack but i think the world is ready for the truth
we gone stain it for you ladies
this binary booth...
 
The ag one, agtown tex, flex on whats had son
left Astoria Q, NYC when i tagged one
your flags means nothin to me out here, you doubt my sincereness
dont bet me, like Jet Li, I'm fearless

hear this like they announcing the ceasar, mics i squeeze a
round through a cats memory process...amnesia
oh now you reluctant on convo, im hondo
ryde off into the sunset and beyond yo

for a few dollars more, i'll go to war
pop my collar so many damn times my hands are sore
giving no credit to you niccas so why should i write more
in lurk mode my post count is higher than your fico score
 
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Welfare and project housing was my environment, crack and corrupt police
Brooklyn N.Y in the 90's were a beast, at least
I escaped my product, Came on the come up
nigga's my age growing up weren't lucky enough guess you can't call em tough
Thats rough, Shit was hell the concrete jungle
fought and tumble, rumbled with the best, shot at the rest,
bulletproof your chest, nah I was aiming at your vest, You aren't receiving a test
You failed, no retake no make up, Sniff the salt and wake up, you in pain? you acked up?
Salty niggas get shaked up, Parkinsons in the head, flavor flav hand shakin shit:lol::lol:
 
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Hit yo chest like vicks vapor/Breath deep, exhale cold
Form words like clay models/ watch me break molds.
Form complex shapes /watch patterns astound.
transcend with verbs, words/adjectives and nouns.
ego trippin' not fallin' /words stumble with laughter.
humble pie connoisseur/ill pursuer of passion.

concrete late bloomer/ I hate rumors with innuendo/
they address I as we like speaking French or Nintedo/
Subliminal criminal/ I'm piranha you a mino/
much mo' stronger/I'm altoid your a mento/
whole style is mental /ill reprehensible damage/
converse with grown men-folk/ bout' life
and how to manage/ fuck it my styles frantic/
yall want the answer like charades/Pet the cub behind
the fence or/ let the lion out the cage.

fuck it my styles calm .....like some oceanic waves/
calm like babies sleeping/or the scent of purple haze
unimaginative labyrinth/think out the box or in maze..
 
New York's crooked cops
gets no props
think they the man caused they are issued glocks
combing the blocks
Harassing brothers cause in their eyes if you black you did a crime and holding crack rocks.
Another brother gunned down by the cops, the shots can be heard for blocks.
Don't get me wrong brothers do do crime
You can hear them all day long yellin "one time, One time"
I aint lying
But here is where I draw the line
I'm not the one to commit no crimes
16yrs old walking to the corner store minding mine
Here comes the cops right on time.
Patting me down
Now I must admit They didn't throw me to the ground
But I can't walk the streets without getting patted down and yes its because my skin is brown.
Across town my cousin met a worst fate
but he has a cell mate
Some white lady accused him of robbery
The cops fist the Judge and jury
Yeah they beat his ass. But it was mistaken identity.
I can't and if I could I wouldn't change my skin from brown
So on the whole NYC I frown.
 
real cats on they convo
styles like they rambro
down on they last breath
owl love that real shit
bourgeois?
not where I'm from trick...
get'cha neck strength point established

before somebody hit that right lobe
leave ya body bent and in rambles....
 
98' a 38 inside the black leather jacket/
fake thugs glamorize it/but fuck it I had to pack it/

98' a 38 mo tougher than cheap steak/
beef with block hustle/no fear and no mistakes

like Mike from the wire no doubt if i pull it/
98' a 38 watch a nigga bite the bullet/

good natured and humble so why niggas wanna rumble?/
98' a 38 on spin cycles they gonna tumble/

'98 a 38 solo Russian roulette/to weak
to let it go but to strong for the regret.

98' a 38 under my pillow is the gun/cause I wanna
get out and live past the age of 21...
 
I would like to read an excerpt from the street poets know as "Little Brother":

Drummer can you hit the cowbell every other 10th sec...thank you.

Here we go:


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 fuck 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 fucking speeches cause I wanna have some bacon

I rock and swerve,

That's why I cant fuck 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"

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"bitch Set Me Up" By Marion Berry

Oh Shit, The Bitch Set Me Up...
Do I Get A Lawyer? Get Those Cameras Out Of Here...
I Knew I Should Have Stayed In The Mansion...
That Ain't My Pipe!!....
Let Me Wash My Face To Get This Coke Off My Nose..
 
RAULDK said:
"bitch Set Me Up" By Marion Berry

Oh Shit, The Bitch Set Me Up...
Do I Get A Lawyer? Get Those Cameras Out Of Here...
I Knew I Should Have Stayed In The Mansion...
That Ain't My Pipe!!....
Let Me Wash My Face To Get This Coke Off My Nose..
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:lol: You wild
 
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