This is a medium 4 emceez who are blessed wt d gift of fluency in poetry to express themselves freely using poetic license. I started as a poet b4 i discovered Mic Science and i still connect wt my inner muse every now and then. I hope other poetic emceez sieze dis opportunity to pen sm ill thots via the spoken word.

The Spoken Word Thread is hereby declared OPEN!

I pen this thoughts as a special dedication 2 Jean Crae of the group 'Floetry'. Thanx 4 d inspiration.

SOUL SISTA

i travelled through sound trying to find my soul rhythm
drawn to the eccentric afrocentricity of baduism

then i found Lauryn
before she found Zion
she was killing me softly wtout even trying
vividest expressnz of thot
captured on vinyl
we experienced d joy of defeat transformed 2 triumph

The miseducatn album was us
droppin that love science
i lived every day wt Ms Hill
in broken silence

then came d drama wt d marleys
she made a break frm d rational
tried 2 reconnect wt L boogie
on "Mr International"

just was not d same
all i touched was pain
she in her own world
im doing solos in d rain

Never ever thot i would find a Soul Sista
till Jean made me 'Say Yes'
ma hrt and soul kissed her

'My tears become Orphans'
i repeated that line often
that voice, that lisp
whispered in ma ears often

naturally deep
u had me talkin in ma sleep
reciting your poetry
churning up d sheets

never thot i'd find ma soul sista in d UK
bt your whole vibe had me goin like 'Touchè!'

Tho we've never met
your ill thoughts rocked ma mental
harder than d cyphaz u spat on instrumentals

frm d moment i pressed play
i found soul-kindred
floetry, u had dat fluency
needed 2 spark ma interest

2 albums later,
im still discovering u
u inspire me,Jean
aint many women like u

wish dat i cud paint u
take a picture of ur soul
I thank God dat he made u
a story yet to unfold

i wish i was in luv
bt dis right here is much deeper
thanx 4 inspiring me,Jean
ma soul sista!

@rapsody

that was some tyte stuff right thurr bro . . . .yeah yeah been on poetry a long time ago . . .but sad enuf. . .i built my skills around freestyles battle rap . . . .more like dissing and stuff . . . .doubt if i can kick em poetry lines . . . .ur stuff was really deep.

'My Swag Vol 1"

If the game was me, I leave it in disguise
Wait, I kept shootin' even if I was actin' like Steve Price

Never walk with a limp cusz Niggaz I ain't no love-vendor
But I got pimps in my hood who I holla "Waddurp love-vendor"

Motivation is simply clear thats why I talk with a swag
This otha rapper talk that fantasy life in battle I just smile wit a swag

Put a dude who talk nonsence in a casket
Nope . . .  I simply bury em' in a asian woven basket

And give em a dime to save my a place in God's paradise



(@rapsody)
This is goin' to be my spot so lets hold it down brotha

@Hybrid-X

Yeah,Souljah! Tanx 4 d appreciatn. Mo ill thots to flow frm dis sik poet.

@Menike

No doubt,playa. Lets hold it down 4 real.

U SHUDA SEEN EM

U shuda seen em
a slave 2 his own freedom
his own very victim
a wiseman wtout wisdom

see em walking wt a limp
smooth-talking as a love-vendor
full of mischief
like moon-walking wt dem imps

Man, u shuda seen em
selling crack 2 d kids
he a drug-dealer
gettin crackin wt d bricks

he got a .45 Colt
stashed in his napsack
got beef wt competition
cant wait 2 clap back

u shuda seen d casualties
he done wrecked on d streets
now karma be a b*tch
he on d run frm d heat

U shuda seen d prospects
dis brotha once had
of getting out d projects
he's trapped, now hw sad

u shuda seen em cats
as crazy as he
pull up in a Surburban
quick 2 spray and blast heat

u shuda hrd d Click-Clackin
of automatics in action
one sin, too many
he done set-off a chain reaction

Damn, u shuda seen em
lying there like an animal
he went against d beast
got crushed by d mandibles

48
.38 slugs in his chest
nobody saw nuffin
d cops made no arrests

Oh God! u shuda seen em!

"My Swag Vol 2"

Man, I feel like I got a God visit

Memories categorized in anticipation I dwell in prison visit
Came in black cusz I just lost one today

Shot fired in me, angers I wished never was any way

Locked in my body, self conscious my voice yelling in me
Like I heard my daughter crying "Open the door, daddy it's me"
Ghosts flying, images crafting I can see the lords visit

But my swag so high it was only a reminiscent visit

Chapters I got, My swag higher than Coke cooked in a pot
Back in the 80's when I never got a birthday gift from the man I wished was pop

Keys to visitations n' this keyboard was all I got

If it wasn't for heavens, I wouldn't believe there was God

@Menike
"Memories categorized in anticipation, i dwell in prison visit"

sik poetry,right thurr,playa!

Talib Kweli off da track 'The beautiful Struggle' :

"They say laughter's d best medicine/bt da troubles u hve today/u just can't laugh away/
time gets scribbled away/like Tom Hanks in Castaway"

@rapsody



dude eazy man . . . . . . u killing this cats on nairaland . . . .u making em look wacker and wacker each time u rhyme bro . . . .lol

thats ill sik dead resurrected poetry right thurrr bro . . . . .u spitting hot ish . . .even hell gonnna feel ya heat . . .

"My Swag Vol 3"

Chemicals invade chronicals of man
Nights despair the agony of a tragic daylight
Lines of tears in oceans as Oceans proceed to sky

There and now with hands tied up waving hi

My past in guns now I spray words in poetry
Gifts of a cripple my swag comes with heriditary
Man of chronicals invade chemicals

Hi waving up tied hands with now and there
Proceed with into the leave wit faith and care

@Hybrid-X

So much luv,Soulja! U kno hw we do.

@menike

bro,u need to quit trying man . , . ."chemicals invade chronicles of man" hommes what u trying to say . . .chemicals=elements=compounds and chronicles =history . . . so u saying in essence that compounds,elements or chemicals invade the history or chronicles of man , . . . . . . . then u say "man of chronicles invade chemiclas" meaning "man of history invade elements" . . . . negro pls u just typing a whole lot of ish just make ur ish rhyme . . .lol

HYBRID-X:


@menike

bro,u need to quit trying man . , . ."chemicals invade chronicles of man" hommes what u trying to say . . .chemicals=elements=compounds and chronicles =history . . . so u saying in essence that compounds,elements or chemicals invade the history or chronicles of man , . . . . . . . then u say "man of chronicles invade chemiclas" meaning "man of history invade elements" . . . . negro please u just typing a whole lot of ish just make your ish rhyme . . .lol

dawg, I did read that n' I ain't goin lie, I wasn't feelin' it either

But dawg, I'll keep trying - even if I ain't no poet

lol . . . . .

stay fly bro

MAMA I MADE IT

Dear Mama
i made it!
i made fanatiks
out of hard-core atheists
in this jungle of lunatiks
your boy was d craziest

Mama i made it
through d wildnerness like David
i smile everyday nw
got paper 2 play wt it
tho they said i'd never make it
doin sumpn that is sacred

Mama, look at your boy
and picture my life nw
d rhymes come easy
i be holdin d mics down
thangs don changed
im living lavish 4 Christ now

hope u like d house i bought u
built 2 last long
am doin d thangs that pops cud not do
before he passed on
Pops gave me an education
God gave me a platform

im on tour all d time
cudnt make it 4 thanksgiving
im sorry,ma
that is just d price 4 large-living
God-Hip hop is ma occupatn nw
its God-driven

Say a prayer 4 your son,ma
because i need your spiritual
assistance as i wage a battle
that is more than d lyrical
being a God-emcee aint childsplay
it gets critical

Packed-out shows and Sold-out concerts
first-class trips to spots i never dreamed of
mammoth-size crowds hollerin when d rhymes splurt
shell-toe adidas, Maybachs wt d clean dubs

Shonuff, Mama, i made it
lifestyle elevated
took over d game
wt God-rap I created
cudnt hve done wtout u
Mama,we both done made it

whack

@Shaz

Thanx luv,4 stopping by. Ur linez right thurr actually set d tone 4 my next delivery titled "Feenin 4 Realness". Feel ma heartbeat.

FEENING FOR REALNESS

A perpetual quest 4 unclouded vision
drives me daily as i make life's decisions
to be on point, accurate
wt perfect precision

if music be d food 4 love
what's food 4 thot?
I'd rather make music 4 dudes wt roots abroad
than sing to the gallery while fools applaud

they say 'Rap is entertainment'
spreading that poison they came with
i gain God-wisdom wt d flow
them rappers just gain weight
anticipatin ma justificatn
homie, i can't wait!

Hrd Common say 'when forever gon come?'
my sentiments exactly,
will ma senses go numb
frm listenin to d crap and nonsense we call songs?

ma soul takes refuge in faith
love and solitude
lonliness embraces me as
i display fortitude
walk wt a righteous persona
wt a swag and an attitude

i know one day
Muzik will acknowledge me
a true work of d art,real
wt no hypocrisy
who dropped science str8 frm d heart wt no apologies

until then, im a kip on
speakin d TR.UT.H
livin d very linez that i spit in d booth
God-Hip hop is d movement!
Rhyme + reason 4 youths

Tha Rap Prophet got a lyrical illness
a fever for believerz
wt a passion 4 skillz blessed
silent mic science
stay feenin 4 realness

[Shout-out 2 ma boy,Jduck A.k.a J-Nice tha Lyrikal Assassin]

"My Swag Vol 4"

Tears of a man I recall in smile of mine
Secrets of the irony dwelled was his in dime
Holy was sacrified his mine in the sake of vain
Cry was his mine in the sake of pain

Travelled are his soul to the valley of no more
Battered are his minds in the land but he now in smile
Sweats of a land prisoner, he dwelt no more
Shade of the sky he resides with cheers of wine

Past his image of siblings, he walked behind
Rage, Anger but with comforts where he now reside
Can't wait, can't see the past or what he left behind
Mine cries till this day "Mama come join me where I now reside"

@RAPSODY
HEARD UR SONG,TIGHT DELIVERY THURR, LUV IT

@T-rex007

Thanx,mayne! I'll be uploading my latest freestyle track on my website very soon. It will be available 4 free downloads. Just ma contributn 2 d gospel underground. Stay righteous.

P.S
Wordz 'n' Picturez (WAPI) is goin down at the British Council, 20 Thompson Ave, Ikoyi on Saturday,19th July, frm 10am - 4pm.Tha Rap Prophet will be in attendance. WAPI - the voice of d underground.

Thatz cool. Rhaps. . much props.

Just another verse

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The guy's life is like a desert, there's not a soul to be found
Nothing's grown in there for a while, there's an echo but no sound
On the outside, ma lil' guy is broken like old OK plastics
The mind is working on the next tactic, planning to get his heart back from the attic
And while he's at it, flashbacks hit the times he tot were fantastic
But now his life is static, a pain in the flesh like government taxes
Put the memories behind him cuz he says he's way past it
Life ain't bout the dough you make, but the number of practice
That keeps you way above the waters like Jesus walked
The effort you put to something can't leave, a good name cannot be socks(spoilt)
So this guy woke up from the trance that he was in
Gotta get the life goin and get it goin in the morning[/center]

@Shaz
Touchè!

@RAPSODY
heard much props about ur temptation song,i'll like to listen to it.

wow, nice thread and tyt flows. I'ma bring u a deaf comeback nxt time but real soon.
keep it up fellas.

This aint the right thread tho, but permit me to put it hurr.

Mmmm. . . . . .ugh ugh ugh ugh
Hope u don't mind if i ugh ugh ugh ugh
It's been a long time since i ugh ugh ugh ugh
I just want to clear my throat ehem ehem

(Raise my voice)

Annoucement Netceeeees!!!!!! If anybody is looking for the bomb, here it is. . . . .No fuCkin arround here's the Bomb. ,  . keep it on Bro. . . . . .u're really putting a new face on Hip-Hop. At 1st when i heard u holla "Hip-Hop tha God Movement" I was like "Could this shit be true?" But now i'm like "Yeah!!! Hip-Hop is tha God movement". Lol,  . . your joint done convince me mayne. I just can't help listening to it over and over again. Rhapsody keep d game hot. . . . . . Kudos Bro.

@t-rex
Do listen to it, it's the Bomb!!!

lets go!

lets go beyond the inception,
way before my past,
when the beginning never existed
the end never known,
when music seemed to be dead,
and humming had no tone,

Lets take a walk into the future,
where mistake make the present its clone
the love for hatred leaving togetherness alone!,
the present would have been dead,
buried in either shame or pride,
the then 'past' having so much to hide.

lets embark on a journey into the mysterious,
where our third eye sees only the abstract,
scoptoma! as such we are blind to reality,
but when asked to compare ,
we cant tell how they contrast,
we cant tell how they were made or why,
we just know tis way beyond the eye!
lets go!!!![color=#550000][/color]

am a new member yall! where is the poetry forum here