The Lyrical Assassins Brotherhood Poetry

Swagger


Aight, we all got our own swagg. It don’t a thing, it’s built in free. Your goal for this challenge is to swagg out or not. It’s up to you.  Sonya is a very prolific writer. She writes it how she sees it.  I want to personally thank her for dropping this dope piece on us. We can’t wait to see yours.

Black Phoenix

Chief Rocka #1

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15 responses

  1. I love the flow and the support of your man. It’s good to see a woman lifting up her man as opposed to drop kicking him. Great write and contrats on hosting and the arrival of your new grand baby.

    David

    September 16, 2011 at 1:17 pm

    • New.Ark.Oracle

      Thank you David for seeing the heart of the piece & your celebratory words concerning my new & only grandchild. Today has been quite the eventful day.

      September 16, 2011 at 8:34 pm

  2. Swagga Cadava
    By D-Cipher

    I’m so psychopathic, my life’s so drastic
    I don’t deal in half shit, you don’t or you have it
    My writes are classics; when I die they’ll bag this
    Wrap me in plastic and place me in a casket
    I laugh quick, but you can see I blast quicker
    Crashed the strip and then I smashed triggers
    Mics get stripped, my mind acts sicker
    Lines get ripped, but my stash is bigger
    Lyrical highs, leaving minds blown
    You feel you can fly, cause my rhymes thrown
    Throwed off, hold off, you got the sign wrong
    Only one can be on top so stop, it’s my throne
    The king of disaster, bringing it faster
    Your dreams get plastered, I’m screaming, “YOU BASTAAAARDS”
    I get the last word, so excuse my French
    Rocking with glass verbs, you can see through the stench
    I walk right past herds, but I didn’t move an inch
    They mock like black birds, but been useless since
    So use your senses, I’m quick to jack ya
    No hocus pocus or abracadabra
    The mic attacka’, flap jack stacka’
    I might just stab ya, swagga cadava
    I’m Dan the dappa’, didn’t plan to pass ya
    My hands will trap ya; now who’s the master?
    Freestyle killa, D-Ciph the thrilla
    I write illa, night light deala
    My fight realer, my type gorilla
    With the type of bite that will slice through your grilla
    This is how hell gets, I’ll leave your melted
    My flow is so hellish, and I rock the bells quick
    I’m badder then Elvis, I’ll shatter your pelvis
    My pad is so jealous, and my swag is so selfish

    Most rappers are cadavas, jackers of swagga
    Actors in wrappers, vernacular slackers
    Average vocab, but spectacular braggers
    Laggers that are wacker than plastic daggers
    Hazard – hip hop’s got an emergency
    We scatter, cause we’re lost in the urgency
    They gather, and don’t have the courtesy
    The bullshit they spit is bringing the worst in me
    Hip hop didn’t die, it just needed surgery
    Cut open my insides, you can see the words in me
    Feel my pain and my cries, but they ain’t hurting me
    Kill the blame and the lies and hit the curtains please
    I’m a Lyrical Assassin, I’m blasting fakers
    Trashing haters, if your lacking I’ll break ya
    Landing hay makers, handing face scrapers
    You swag has been banished so plan another caper

    I just got your Swagga Cadava

    September 16, 2011 at 1:46 pm

    • New.Ark.Oracle

      Love this piece D….always bringing it hard!

      September 16, 2011 at 8:56 pm

      • Thanks, I appreciate it. I thought I’d take a different approach

        September 17, 2011 at 1:33 am

    • I see you droppin swag outta body bags in here Ciph! Keep it Pumpin

      September 17, 2011 at 1:03 pm

  3. New.Ark.Oracle

    I’m too swaggerific
    To follow me will be terrific
    Words i spray will cause a cataclysmic
    Giving rise to damage its an epidemic
    Bow to me all for i am stupendous
    No falsehood here i be continuous
    As i flow it shows & you know
    The real deal as i let you feel me grow

    *******
    No need for words incomprehensible
    I keep it real plain & sensible
    Rarely do i say anything not plausible
    As i slap & tap whats apprehensible
    Complete to entreat what i’m able
    Never making up stories or fables
    Laying my cards bare on the table
    Whipping you live from this cable

    September 16, 2011 at 8:55 pm

  4. Wow Loving and Feeling it

    September 17, 2011 at 2:22 am

  5. MR. MAN

    I can close my eyes an paint a picture of your face

    Coal black eyes strong lines and dark chocolate skin

    Being in the same room sharing time and space

    Feeling such pleasure with you has to be a sin

    The tone of your voice is like hearing soul in a song

    Your stride your walk is so tall, manly and proud

    In the cool of day and the heat of night I imagine you

    I think of you when I feel the cool sheets against my naked flesh

    The feel of sexy the echo of you touch helps me imagine you

    I’m addicted and I can’t help it every thing of you I like

    If I can close my eyes and paint a picture it would be of us

    September 17, 2011 at 2:26 am

    • that write embodies swagg. Nicely done Chas.

      September 17, 2011 at 3:57 am

    • OMG! Chas…. You through some flow-licious swag in the UGL. I diggin it

      September 17, 2011 at 1:02 pm

  6. Sonya, I told ya this piece was majorly hot! it Grab my attention from the time i read it. My blowing and explosive swag you dropped in the UGL!

    September 17, 2011 at 1:01 pm

  7. Chemistry

    Mind, words and spirit form a chemical compilation
    Diluted with enthusiasm and one part determination
    A drip of perspiration to give this formula personality
    Pain, joy, and thoughts to bring to it reality
    Now add hope of the poet and ears of the world
    A scribe that that makes their true dreams unfurl
    Pour solution into ink, place upon the pad
    You have now created the perfect solution for poets swag.

    September 17, 2011 at 2:49 pm

  8. hamza

    ~ SWAGGAR ~
    MY SWAGGAR FALLS BACK
    DURING THE MOMENTS OF LABOR
    I STROLLED OUT THE WOMB
    WITH THE SWAGGAR OF A PLAYER
    TOLD MAMA, BE COOL BABY
    THE PAIN IS OVER
    I HAD PLAINS LIKE “STEWIE”
    SO BEGINS THE TAKE OVER
    GOTTA SPONGE BATH FROM A NURSE
    CUZ I NEEDED CLEAN’N
    THEN I SAW THE FRENCH NURSE STARING
    AT MY DICK WHILE I WAS BREASTE FEED’N
    NOW ISN’T THIS FUN
    I’M ABOUT 2 GET SOME ASS
    AND JUST FEEL OUT OF 1
    CLOCK’N HO’S AT MY BABY-SHOWER
    STACK’N DOE BY THE HOUR
    RATTLE WITH A “JACOBS” BESLE
    GOT GATAR BOOTIES
    FROM A BITCH WITH BIG BOOBIES
    NOW I’M GROWN
    THESE HONEY’S WONT LEAVE ME ALONE
    MY ACHILLES HEAL IS
    SEX IN BLACK CONVERTABLES
    ROLE’N DOWN CROWDED AVENUES
    SHOP’N IN MALIBU
    MY STYLE IS EXQUIZITE
    MY SEX IS EXOTIC
    I LIVE LIKE THIS EVERYDAY
    IT’S NOT TRICK’N CUZ I GOT IT
    GOT ORE JEWELS THAN A PHAROH
    YOU HATERS HATE TO WATCH IT
    MAD CUZ U CAN’T MOCK IT
    IT’S THE BIRTH OF A PIMP
    WERE’S MY CADILAC BITCH!!!!!

    September 19, 2011 at 2:25 am

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