Dope Rhymes To Share With Society By Big M.W.V.

Dope Rhymes To Share With Society By Big M.W.V.

A Poem by Mario Vitale
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rap poem by Mario Vitale

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done near got clipped yet even tripped

out on the patio blasting the stereo

my son was inside eating his Cheerios

man that kid don't quick eating some ice cream with another lick

it seems that times like these that no one gives a s**t

rap is the jungle in your mind some walking blind

hit me from behind when everything was quite fine

way back in 88 I knew my fate but yet my destiny was a little bit clouded

busting a move sure to improve the cycle of reflection

leave us secong guessing i must be confessing

why ya all stressing of my brand new invention

 

here is come quickly cause Johnny cum lately

reaching my destiny backed by George Foreman

for I created a rhyme that will bust a move ya show improve

Word on the streets is we got to stay clean burning the rubbers in fresh magazines

this is a brand new invention so get me at no blessed convention

should i put salt in your teeth or maybe added sugar

is it any wonder you got too much time on our hands

 

let the reader understand you can't keep sticking it to the man

we built this city on rap control trying to add up what's left in Death Row

clouds of funk between the satin sheets one has sprung a leak

trying to make dope rhyme to share with society

the raps are stuck in side of me living for my legacy

blast from the past now its the hour of decision

 

peeps in the street trying to spring a new leaf with the hip hop scene

people can break you or take you fake you or make you

got to bust a sweet beat just to make it on through

see we are tired you see in our blinded society

folks with a spoon up their nose with a rubber hose

don't you know we all want to be a wanna be gangster

with stereo or caper

but ya'll can be what you want to be even work on that degree

 

blasting out tracks as sugar is sweet so sweet like honey nothing a bit phony

got your body kit Camary living in the hood you see

the peddles in the front while to true p***y's in the back

working too hard can give any man a heart attack

bullets flying but I'm still surviving paid in full and I'm not lying

fresh beats to end for never again will i have to pan handle in the alley

Cause soon & very soon I'll be going back to Cali

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2017 Mario Vitale


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Added on November 22, 2017
Last Updated on November 22, 2017
Tags: rap, peace, hope

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Mario Vitale
Mario Vitale

Wolcott, CT



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A Poem by Mario Vitale