Acehilm Posted May 18, 2015 Share Posted May 18, 2015 (edited) Death grip, black nights, Cold shoulders, white knights Candle light, fiends they fight In the back, burn so bright. World movers, over-do-ers, Buddha abusers - Beautiful muser, corrupt Like a pipe bomb, defuser. Hennessy, got your back to me Memory, lost factually Scribes of this century, blasphemy I'd rather be a made man, up in the cife Fame hits the main lane for dull brains doing ice. White grasp, white kites, Hot shoulders, hot lice, Struggle mite, friends they fight In the front, freeze frame sight. We aim high, with the crosshairs and all We pack tight at night, got the magnum galore This isn't stagnant at all, I'm packing static like a manic like my man Biggie Smalls. Check it, move closer to the Rolls Royce Lips wetter than a pussy under pressure, defiantly moist See the brief in the back, black? Jacksons packed fat, rappers attack and jack - Don't talk real smack. We grabbed the duffle bag, and stuffed em' bad Leave them in the cut, hanging loose, heated & mad Defeated and sad, we retreated in the montero cab Checked the ID, right guy, tall slim, name: Judas T. Brad Split the pay, went our ways, turned to grey then we fade Jersey Turnpike, slip on black gaze, Versace shades Phantom like the opera, shady like a masquerade Whistle blower, Edward Snowden, we are the renegades - of this era Knee high deep in this ancient terror, shutter of the Bereta Brainless goons with the silver spoons, They always get it better - and there ain't no opposing Monarchy, hierarchy, hand-men-down, bloodline controlling. Not to get all cynical but it's critical, Don't ridicule, I'll try to leave this minimal, It's pinnacle, that I, expose what's underlying C.I.A wanting links, now everybody's cryings Sighing, unpredicted like the Mayans Together, we ain't buying Something that Bush and Turki hiding It's frighting, looking back at the Roman Empire The United States has a date of expire, and attire Black for the desire, retirement clothes Funerary roses, white seats in the rows Dead presidents, and they all rose To the brainwashed poem that we certainly all know. O say can you see by the dawn of the light Money, power, deceived foes, a spectacular sight With dracula bites, history to re-write Proposed by the victors in the hours of twilight. Amendments, false pretences, for going against us, Like a game of chess, all pawn, and their defence up Except they lay it all down, evil like Bowser Eight minutes too late, Would we still have the South Tower? Who really has the power to answer all this mess? Pointing fingers, politics got this brother depressed. Mind boggled, needed to get this off my chest. So we smoke this cess. And that's all. Edited May 24, 2015 by Coat. Payne Killer 1 Link to comment https://gtaforums.com/topic/795376-death-grip/ Share on other sites More sharing options...
AEsob Posted May 21, 2015 Share Posted May 21, 2015 It's moody, really, quite long, more than your other poems I've read. Beautiful. I don't know if I this is a poem or some really good Rap. You ought to write a book of verse, you know. Vik and Acehilm 2 Link to comment https://gtaforums.com/topic/795376-death-grip/#findComment-1067495428 Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vik Posted May 23, 2015 Share Posted May 23, 2015 This would be perfect as a Rap...I love it Acehilm 1 Link to comment https://gtaforums.com/topic/795376-death-grip/#findComment-1067502947 Share on other sites More sharing options...
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