SHAKA ZULU BOBO SHANTI NYABINGHI MAN A MAU MAU WARRIOR
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the giant tyrant with throats gripped without hardly even trying/
poetic scared, watch from a distance while my strength break spines/
food for thought, fed him a full course/ swine and other poisoned meals/
i watched while puffing my cigar, chuckling at his lack of skills/
you couldnt attract flies to your bullshit/ i break you off with no tools/
have you running round with people calling you poetic two/
your style is nursery like your thought level/ mines is certified with the masters/
i chop your head and serve it on a platter/
your rhymes is over, give it up like a hoe thats known to burn niggas/
even if a hoe was that loose you couldnt pull the digits/
you small like a midgit, i stomp you out with my size alone/
leave timbaland imprints on your pasty dome/
have you running round like vatos when the T's come through/
grip your eyes out of your sockets so they couldn't even guide you/
tie you up and suspend you/
withouht using my full potential/
pound yuor face in the dental, your cheek and nose would have to swell too/
force you to recognize the mental, bones getting fractured is consequential/
several broken pieces is how i leave you
Last edited by food for thought; 11-11-2009 at 11:53 PM.
Bout to give Food for Thought some food for thought//
Had it all skewered & chopped/ Bar-B-Q'd and hot//
then i read his verse & realized he needs it pre-chewed & dropped//
directly into his food box//
Can't figure how this niggy gets/ in a non-iggy clique//
I'm waiting for my plate but you ain't gimmie it//
all i see is some E-coli laced, raw sickly shit//
your mental peak reach as high as soft limpy dicks//
so here's some thought for food//
i got heat seekin darts in hot persuit//
only thing guna save you is if you got a 'chute//
so you gettin' blow'd up to hittin eject and, to your death, straight fallin dude//
I burn white hot, you cool as blue lamps//
this was too easy like baggin loose tramps//
or a serial killer with his prey locked between 2 clamps//
so keep your food for thought, it come off like you bought it with food stamps.
SHAKA ZULU BOBO SHANTI NYABINGHI MAN A MAU MAU WARRIOR
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your nursery rhyme, needed a little more time/
poetic two, running in circles/
infertile style that catch disease and punchlines mild/
rhymes dont have the desired effect, it made us all smile/
like how your rhyme iggy with niggy, son thats so brilliant/
take it to anywhere in 52 states you know that theyll be feelin it/
this is food for thought but id have to fry your ass in the skillet/
your style too polluted, well prepared is how the people choose it/
i abuse it, like you using the same concepts over/
bagging loose hoes was what I told ya/
but its all good i bear witness/
you call yourself poetic, but son thats not how we do shit/
my shit is fresh fruit, cayanne pepper, seasosed with barley/
good for the soul, and healthy medicine for the body/
your shit is saturated fats and couldnt hold in comparison/
the idea of you trying to compete, that shits embarrasing/
i break your poetic two in three or four pieces/
you wouldnt listen the first time so im back to the thesis/
have you on your knees, wearing white ribbons and pink fleece's/
and slap you a couple a times for jacking my rhymes/
how you switched the words around, but then you spit the same lines/
the god got plenty more/
ill have you scared to the point you barely spoke/
in my scope, where treacherous thieves and liars is brought/
and never left
yo you can stick all your rhymes where the sun don't shine/
For every one bar i spit, you got 1.5/
i ain't just talkin shit, i did the math in my mind
go'head... count his bars then count mine/
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Food for thought must be on some botulism/
Grammatical automatic got you lookin like pointillism/
'Thought so bitch-made he's ready to go to prison/
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all because he's hopin'/ that he can drop the soap 'n/
put a welcome mat on his lap & spread his ass wide open/
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i say 1 word similar & you try n convey i bit rhymes/
feedin nigga, spent too much time tryin to rip lines/
all the while i just hit you 16 more times
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fuck that, this was a love tap since you on my nuts sack like a groupie/
i bet you read your verse to the N.I. U.G. then started high-5'in like Gucci/
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knock out your pearly whites with nursery rhymes and leave you with a broke face/
leave you more abused than an x-men beat looped by Ghostlaced.
Last edited by Poetic Wun; 11-14-2009 at 07:40 PM.
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