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| Snap 4 Me I am the newly created and highly anticipated, ahh don�t say it! B ..B .. B .. Beatnik Yes, it�s me the worm slithering underground for lyrical verbiage, wantin more nutrients to satisfy my mouth when needed. Not the stereotype cat that has a gotee, smokes like a chimney Yelling at old books �I have better poetry!� Used to wear a baray as if I were going to war with Shakesphere Fuck the Othello and Macbeth I have to struggle with racism while getting good service at Mc Donald�s. Tell me William; what do you know about sacrifice? What were you shaking under Juliet�s skirt while Romeo was looking huh? Now snap for me fo real snap for me Because you got to fond of the modern day nonchalant sophisticated clap Damnit SNAP Like you agree or want to give street credit to this urban mc I don�t want to pass no couvaseir wheres that latte coffee Keepin it good keepin it simple as miss cleo keeps it simply fake With her accent she deserves a snap for not getting her ass kicked. Snap for her, then snap for me Cause I need it like prayin energy and oxygen I seen the Raven tellin me never more as I keep my fingers tickin I ate that bastard by the lakeshore w/ my poetics sorry Eleanor But that is allllllllllriiiiight wit meeeeeeeee! Maaaaaan! Can yall cats give me a ssssssmooooove snap. Solid yeah. We are the CNN of tha streets, the counselors in the calle, the cat that is holdin the camera when those crooked cops beat the shhhhhhhhhh more at eleven. What about what happens at midnight, twilite, dawn, dusk, an eclispe, the candy bar stolen from 7-11 24-7, and the musician throwing her piano from the 2nd floor, oh and whats that noise, and damn his cologne smells good. Open up your 2 eyes and wake that third one up Snap for the streets then snap for the little beats See them write with chalk on the concrete Authorities call it graffiti I call it release They have nowhere to go for peace No escape from the mom & pop fights so baby write your name twice Snap for them again now snap for me Im not a freacknic im breakin barriers through aircraft carriers kinda type AH don�t say it � B B B� I have to � Beatnik Urban type hippie writing my In-nervonmentals on that loose leaf See it oh so flowing gently up the Esophagus River into your ear canal B B B Broke � But � Born � Blessed Writing words franticly Hear what I have to say with such intensity Open mic is open flight im screamin cause im believin that im beating the crime, the drugs, the shit off the streets Im a Boricua Beatnik Damnit thanks Now snap for u Written By: Roberta M. Rosa Roro Productions, Slam Roetry Division, Copyright �2002 |
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