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Here's something I started back in January.  Not sure if I want to continue this one or leave it alone...

I got mad verbs.  My verbiage, literage is literally scheming plans at all times necessary so’s my words stay flavorful.  Do’t get it twisted, I know it’s hard to take my style, my flow I glide upon the page as it were ice.  Princess I am sometimes not worthy but you can bet I’ll spit a new line better than the one before.  A new revolution for this revelation of text that is spoken not read.  I am the latest, the hip, the cool, the new.  Steady and methodical my methodology is psychologically fuckin’ with you ears cuz my words are that good.  You might think me conceded but I concede that my theory is backed up with facts.  Yes, confident, head blown, pen dry from purging.  Shit, my momma taught me to be proud, chest out head up and middle finger to those that dare doubt me.  Yeah my stuff is that good.  My purpose is for real, my delivery original, chock full of spices from the Orient and back to my Grandmothers kitchen.  And have no fear: I am diverse in my rhyme, versatility is dynamic, presentation on point and baked fresh daily for your delight.  There is no need to shop around.  Everything you need for your poetic experience is right here.  Close your eyes, open ears and ready yourself for words worth hearing..............

Comments

[maimai]

Whoo. Sing it girl. So true, so true.