Who wan’ tes’ me now
An Ox like Belly,
I’m tense
Throw up and throw down
Lyrics you cant’
Digest
Comic Book Guy -
This could be your death
Perhaps you looked by
Tha “S”
On my chest
Where’s tha phone booth
There are
Damsels
In distress
They all know that I’m super
Your pewter
At best
No shine standing next
To this platinum
Success
Yeah I hear what you say -
I’m am not quite there yet
You haters keep
Kryptonite
Like Clipse Keep tha best -
I’m in it to win it,
My heart and soul
I’ll invest
And when I get it
Don’t be a sore Luthor
Like Lex
…
Lord knows that I am
Prepared for
Tha haters
Better to keep out tha kitchen
If you can’t take tha
Heat vapors
Stay away from tha glades
If your ‘fraid of
Tha gators
The game will pay top-dollar
For players who
Don’t stray
Creatively
From their Labels and paper…
Chase what inspires you
Not what you
Desire
Head for tha mountains
If you seek to
Get higher
Climb over Rocky terrain
Or inside tha
Caves and volcanoes where
Hawaiian fires
Leaped from tha core of
Ancient Earth; now
Cooled, vacant portals;
But be careful -
Don’t challenge your body’s
Tolerance for torture;
Though immortal
We may conclude tha human
Container’s quick portion
…
Please, somebody Mic tha Poet
It’s urgent, tha people need some guidance
Give ‘em something different
From religion, history, and science
Class is in session; time to teach
But will they buy it?
Try to reason with the masses -
And they call me defiant?
Listen to your conscience -
It will work if you just try it;
The message I’ve embroidered
Will unstitch
If you don’t tie it
I can only pass petition
It is up to you to sign it
Lets be better people
If feels like perfect timing
The sky is a boundary -
Stratosphere is my limit;
Cant be afraid of the heights
If I’m in it to win it
Cant get paid to enlighten
If there’s no lightening in it;
The tree of wisdom wont show me
Its rings ’til I split it
- MIC THA POET
