A Man Apart

Hey beautiful...I just wanted you to know...

That you're the finest thing that I've seen from this view before

I don't even want nothing from you

I can settle for being just an ear you can run to...

When things get difficult

And situations get pivotal

I can offer words from the word that are spiritual

I would love to date you but if you aren't ready

I can still stick around, girl for real I'll be down

But I can see the deal you only deal with them clowns

So I'm guessing it's time for me to morph now

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A girl, damn your ass looking phat

So come talk to me 'cause I'm tryin' to attract...

Attention and them digits, don't be blind to the fact

That I only want them panties, 'cause the way you're dressed is scantily...

Clad and you're bad but I'm blount like a 'J'

And it's sad but you take anything that I say

If you don't take a stand then that means it's okay

And you wonder why after we're done I'm away

I fly after I'm in and out of them thighs

But if you want it again I'll be happy to oblige

If you want me to stay and talk then I gotta go, goodbye

Since I don't give a shit about you, I don't feel the need to lie

Welcome Your Professor

Please sit still while I teach you this lesson that I'm tryna bless you wit

I usually make people pay, but your ignorance has earned you a scholarship

My knowledge set is so polished that Pledge wants to model it

It's just the genius in these genes so I screen the terms of the mean that go unlearned

So in turn I need you in this chair and don't squirm

Sit still like it's a perm in your hair and you don't want to get burned

Like the way I use these words?

Well my diction is indicative of my vision

And you can add e'ry/ary to both if it's missin'

You're pissin' away you life without a mission

So I'll assume permission to be placed in a position...

To teach you the ways of the world

As if you're my little boys and girls

But I ain't daddy, I'm a little lesser

So you can just welcome me as your professor

First I'd like to say that I think it's Insane how yall think it's cute to make it rain

Please explain?

I pick up those dollars and invest in the stock market

So that money you threw up, I used to make a profit

Second, you guys boast about clothes of a person you don't know

Until you go broke

And I don't know when this became appealing,

but while you go broke these people are making millions

Third, you would rather you voice go unheard...

Then to show up at the polls and play a role...

Which has America on the verge of taking another blow

Now, it seems that you being a Benz roller

is more important than becoming a homeowner

Ready to finance some suicide doors

rather than a 30 year mortagage

Like I said I ain't tryna be daddy

I am just a professor

And my words were for you reflect and are not meant to pester

But I'm guessin' that it'll allow feelings of discontent to fester

So I'll just end my rant and know my role as the lesser

The Poem About Everything/Nothing

I'm tryna let the beat build
but as long as my feet are still
on solid ground
imma hold it down

I've been searching for the seeds

of a leaf that will strengthen my belief...
In the truth but somehow it's aloof...
or at bay, so what more can I say?

I'll just trace the opposite of fallacy
Hoping that it can carry me somewhere near infinity...
Or beyond in 'Lightyears', cause the 'Buzz' is right here
And I'm patiently waitin' on my intoxication

But sadly today I'm sober
And the more the day goes by I'm gettin' closer...
To snapping...

But watch how I 'Lean and Rock' wit it
'Cause as soon as the clock hits 6
I'm pulling down my landing gears
And preparing for the landing strip

If my altitude drops any lower
Then my attitude will grow colder

And you won't be able to recognize
Even without a disguise

I abide by the laws that I'm told
because the flaws that I hold

Are scrutinized more than the truth that I've sold

So if you can only purchase the negativity
Then I need for you to get away from me

Because more people are prone to criticize, than pray for me

I'm all about progression

And in the this recession

Any opposition gets eaten, no question

So as you look down your nose just notice,

that you're staring down the barrell of my AK
And the bullets that hit you are really the spit from the words that I spray

And you know what they say
That when your finger is pointed,

You have 3 pointed back your way

And I can go all day in hopes that you've heard somethin'

But I know that everything I've said probably meant nothin'

Back In Your Mind

Last time I left a few holes in your mind

But this time that vagina's mine

I took this time away from my usual grind to get back into your mental

And I'm sure if we put our heads together we can find something to get into

You said you were tired of the 'Mind Games'
So all of my wordplay will be dedicated to making your legs shake

If your body quakes with each verse, don't curse these words as perverse

Just take it as me tryna tsunami your body

Not braggin' on myself, but I named my penis Katrina

And no disrespect to the Gulf region

But I'm gonna Category 5 in them thighs...

Until I breach them levees and you're flood waters are just as high

Last time I was gentle in my approach

And as much as I hate to boast, I was the inspiration for your flow

And my inspiration for this flow is visions of me taking off your clothes

And this time it'll be an altoid (not a tic-tac) at the pink, where I blow

You see, it's rare that I disappoint when I'm in there

So you don't have to worry about any failed experience

'cause girl I take this serious

My spontaneity is a mystery

So go read 'Mind Games' if you need a lesson in history

Last time I told you my head game was vicious

But I left it as food for thought, for you to do the dishes

So rather than say, "Girl I'm 'bout my business"

I'll detail so you don't have to ask, "How good is it?"

For the first few minutes I treat your clitoris as if it's off limits

And it'll bring tears to your eyes when I lick and bite, up and down your inner thigh

All of this before I get the ice cubes and do what I do

And if you'll be sure to trim her, I'll be downtown all day like the Verizon Center

You see, I'm tryna put my signature on your inner...

Walls, so that if you ever have a thought, I'll be the cause

My sex game deserves a round of applause

And if you don't distract, you can 'Gimme The Light' and I'll 'Make It Clap'

I am the leader of this poetry slam

But if you're willing to do your thing on the mic, this session can go all night

And If you're not, then girl it's fine

I'm just glad to see that I'm 'Back In Your Mind'

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