Scribe: The Poe It

I think I’m losing my touch
Because I havent been writing as much
Like right now it will probably take me a long time
To come up with something to match this strong rhyme
I’m a guy
That’s why
I am so fly
Birds envy me
They keep flapping down
I am rapping now 
while holding back a contracting smile
Because I know they could never win with me
While I show love
I’m cold with the writing
My hands need four gloves
And with my pen
Again and again
I am him with a double n
And I am the second so learn your math
It is Barely Evident the Natural Niche I have
So listen close
The personalities I exhibit
Might come off as an antisocial
Sociopath whose path is a righteous
One and one day I might have to fight with
Some, while some of their trickery
Is so vindictively enticing 
The words I continually stated
Are sharp serrated and gin sue
They will slice through not just trim you
I’m nice but not the kind you are used to
I’m sick my flows might create a new flu

Hip hop be pouring from her lips

And she knows that her hop is so hip

it sends her on emotional flow trips

While playing “If I Ruled The World”

a classic Kurtis Blow hit

As for her she could never get enough

She would rock ruff and tuff with her Afro puffs

She would also rock on with her bad self the Lady of Rage

Hoping that she can bless the stage

And attack the bars like she was trapped in a cage

Run DMC taught her how to walk this way

Rockin a fresh High top fade

I am Kid where’s Play?

Standing on The corner of Common Sense

With The Roots wondering what they do 

An epiphany from that T Pain emerged again

It made 2pac track the sound to above the rim

She listened to Lupe Fiasco down the dumb

She told me she wanted to do 

Some things to Talib Kweli’s eardrum

I asked her if she liked Devin the Dude

She replied he was a straight up beast

He speaks the truth and lyricizes the beat

Feeling like Ice Cube because today

Was a good day fa sho

She said I can’t live without my radio

This is how she would incorporate Hip Hop in her daily life activities

Next year she’ll be enticed by Mozart orchestra and symphonies

Musically inclined, musically inclined

You can hear music in her heart 

Her mind she even got music on her spine 

I told her that it would take her far

Getting rigamortis when 

listening to Kendrick Lamar 

Don’t come at her with no 2+2 trying to test

Because when she bust a rhyme 

It make you wanna break ya neck

She requested that I stop with the poetry

And call it quits

So this the bedtime story

Slick Rick