HeartAndFlood - Rap Poetry

I don’t know how to rap,
but I know how to do math,
never was good with words,
a mind akin to a rat,
I get caught up for too much cheese,
finding myself in a mousetrap,
that’s a rap,
but it’s ain’t over yet,
that’s a lap,
you haven’t seen my final form,
that’s a resulted path,
but listen up:
I don’t use linguistics,
there’s nothing wrong with that,
all I ever needed is logistics,
when I stick to you like tree sap,
and you get stuck with me,
more than once, that’s a relapse,
born from articulate wrath,
I don’t need to string words together
to get my point across this global map,
oh wait, I just did, I told you I am bad.
The second coming of Nazareth,
I use mental acuity so I can mind tap
without needing to use gun lines,
that’s a fact,
the Big Bang was the biggest blast,
so all you gun toting cowards
can now escape from your mind’s trap;
thinking you Big, when you’re small,
standing on a mountain of cards,
you’re so full of it,
the cards are still in the air before you fall,
trying to impress us all,
but you gradually disappear into your gall,
so short, I can see your head from underneath the stall,
overrated with no personality like Steven Seagal,
even Putin is his Biggest fan, that’s your best clique y’all?
This is why you’re always throwing a prideful fit,
trying to fit in, thinking your brain is the greatest,
but being a hatist, a new word I invented,
is not the same as being different with patience,
so you continue to do all your bangin’,
that’s a Baby Boomer for the laymen,
but we’re all brothers and sisters,
so stop the hate, life isn’t a game man,
we’re all one body, stop detaching us like Rayman.
Wake up, your heart is on fire,
but you’re too busy blowing smoke from your gun
to see we are all on trial,
being tested from the heavens above,
while you’re acting like you’re sprung –
you’re a dick and an adult child
too afraid of your own estrogen,
whose mental condition is dire,
while the whole world is held together by atoms,
a group of liars,
and you still can’t discipline yourself within a mile.
Now how is it that you role-play like you’re number one,
but something so small can make up the mouth you run,
and the tongue that you had turned into a serpent,
that’s DNA, whose power is far above any gun;
I don’t need bars, I already have rungs,
so don’t get it twisted,
your arrogance burns like the sun,
but your words are chopped up,
like your self-awareness,
therefore I can’t see eye to eye
because you’re too much for my retina,
that’s “I”,
the ego for those that couldn’t keep up,
if I could unravel your DNA
and connect it back to the sun from which you came,
maybe then you will learn how to put your front in the past
to deal with your shame,
rather than dealing drugs in a shady place,
just use your past as your front,
so you don’t have to make the same mistakes;
break up your life’s consensus
and put the pieces togetha’
so you can remember where you came from,
instead of acting like you’re a street gangsta’,
or a mysterious alien,
or a stone cold stranga’,
that’s Trump, my master card,
Verizon, can you re-feel yourself now, chump?

youtube.com/watch?v=4i9xT0KEn6E

That is precisely why you should have stopped right there.

Rap lyrics can be delivered without music, and often are in impromptu sessions. When done so, it comes pretty close to the chanted delivery of poetry of old. It is true that the cultural mainstream of rap seems forever stuck in the puerile tropes of gangster rap, which no doubt hampers its acceptance.

Damn, why do you give me these glimpses of your soul…

Spare us.

Sorry, I didn’t realise it was showing.

Oh come on. You’re an exhibitionist. You’re only here to be seen. All you do is go into fresh threads and make a meaningless, nagging post to drink from the attention that thread is getting. Since you never write content, its always only just you that is showing.

If you’re going to walk around naked like this, dont pretend to be a prude.

It’s all I can do. I’ve tried to emulate some of the other posters by writing 200 words of absolute drivel, in an attempt to fit in, but I just don’t have the talent.

Lol. Fuck you then coward.