Lyrical Exercise #2

Man y’all can keep up
You 87 octane, and me I’m the ether, that’s coming through your speakers
Take them boys to Shell just to get them out their shell
Ninja Turtle Raphael, Yeah them boys seeing red
And me I’m getting head on a boat, need to float
Yeah I’m cold need a cloak
See I’m something like a bloke, minus the accent
Tryna be Jordan but it seems that I’m Paxson
So imma play my role, until I emerge
Gotta be patient but I feel I’m on the verge
And I know you feel the surge
My flow is electric
So all you wack bammas need to go and find an exit
Hell yeah I’m flexin, had to get pass the stressin
‘cause I don’t need to worry if the Lord said I’m destined
And life is a blessin, but the ex- makes me nervous
No I ain’t talking drugs I’m talking the ex-girlfriend
See she’s a woman scorned, so that has me torn
But I’m comin in first like the day I was born
One Two, Oh One, One Nine, Eight Three
You say it’s all love but I can see that you hate me
You ain’t gotta act ‘cause your actions are blatant
Like an animaniac I’m tryna take over Nation

Ms. Success

Hello Ms. Success.

I know that you think success is measure by the new house that you just bought
Those new clothes that you caught
Away from the sale rack
And I can tell that
Having a man isn't in your immediate plan

You see, In your quest to climb that corporate ladder
You strike out every batter
Who makes an approach to your plate
And even if they do get a hit,
they come up lame on their way to first base

I can't even begin to tell you how the men who catch a glimpse of your stride,
run and hide in terror
But you would rather have that if they don't have it together,
and even if they do you only love them for a few
Maybe a little longer depending on how well he put it on ya

Ms. Success, the more you succeed the more you stress
You see, those things you pretend not to care for
Are on your mind constantly
Therefore, you secretly envy those friends
With their children and men
Who haven't met what your definition of success is

Ms. Success, you don't mess with dudes that kiss and tell
And those dudes on them wishing wells
If they lack ambition, you wish them well
Then consider it a mission failed

That degree in dentistry wasn't enough to scoop a dude in the ministry
You pray to the Holy Trinity for a man that is in to Thee
Then get mad at G.O.D. when you get a wolf dressed in sheep's...
Clothing, as if every word out of his mouth wasn't exposing...
His true colors, or those flaws you decided to ignore

See Ms. Success, that biological clock is ticking
So that thing with ole boy that ain't clicking
You decided to ignore for a minute
Then all that lovin' has placed a bun in your oven
Now you're thrity somethin' and a baby mother

Now, a single mom you are Ms. Success
And internally you send out calls of distress
While exuding an attitude of "No sweat"

Ms. Succes, all you ever wanted was to have it all
And the route you chose may have been your down fall
But who ever said you were down?
See, your smile is your frown
So you know how to put on the mask when they come around

Ms. Success, I wish you the best in your prosperous endeavors
So know that all of the storms that you weather,
only come to make you better
And only measure yourself by your definition of success
Then sooner or later he will realize that you are/r between the "M." and the "S."

Lyrical Exercise #1

Pardon this poem but I'm still like a noam

I'm still in the zone, and you copy like a clone

Quiet when I'm blown, but I'm vocal when I'm blown

If you don't understand then apparently you're dumb

I'm just having fun, when I puntuate the pun

And you ain't making sense like machines on the bus

Polite when I bus, but I'm steppin' in front

'Cause I'm tryna get my slice like the side of the blunt

Tryna get the green but I don't want no seeds

So after you hit me then you better be bleeding

If not I'm seething, If not we grieving

'Cause Pastor said don't you abort for no reason

I'm up for the challenge, but must find my balance

So I'll call PNC, and right after my stylist

Go get fly, jounts in the pocket

sharp as a tack when I'm on the red carpet