Thug Poet

Uh

Uh huh

You know what this is

Im a let em run around one more time

I drop sumpin on yall

Its like its like

Whats it like

My microphones and glock nine

Black Im dipped in that
The beats my mask jam you for the platinum you have

Run it the illest watch me become it
Im here and took it ebola like straight to the wig
Speak truth like kids tell you what you dont know
Kobe yeah hes real with the flow
Kick in the door wavin the flow flow

All you heard was stop cant take the hits no more
Ha didnt know I had your block on swat

Im cia yall nuttin but beat cops
I rock like my mas maiden name is *******
Place you on my a fiend list and pay you cane
Think you can handle not get stripped when you rock
Think again you find you lost your mind and judgement
My confidence springs from watching yall fall

Aw forced to hustle rap aint yall
Im a hop in your brain tell you whatchu thinkin

Yes thats him speakin but that aint him writin
So cold I put the ice in nicest
You too broke to pay attention
My style is priceless

If you say murder that means Im a thug poet
If I say my mind kills that means Im a thug poet
If I say that Im a flock that means Im a thug poet
And when I lay it down it makes me a thug poet
Thanks and dues for the gank and tanks of booze
Shanks and tools its the gangstas langston hughes
My poems about broken homes and jesus peices
**** as the popes in rome
Poetical feel thug overtone its like what holmes
Bring her home we both go bone
Pre caught thoughts flow in a sober zone
My life style chromosomes frauds hope to clone
The crack lust black dust and the gat bust
The claps the lackluster memoirs of the black hustler
Condos beemers fine hoes coke bags toe tags john does
Fiends skitzin in the plain of day its plain as day
Its hard to reach this mil god anyway
Money green backdrop painted gray
Maaan rubber gripped on that rainy day
Peep the way I came to play
One aim in the game reign and stay
Abstain or stray from objective insane to say
You just dont know Im two ticks from blowing a hole through music
But Im mourning pens pouring hen for the street wise
Who met their end
Cause I know beneath the **** highs and gin dimmed
Eyes and skin died some of our wisest men
Until the skies ascend

I pray for the day we see you rise again through the
Nas broady
Thug poet street analyst is this the
Thug poet hustlers bang out to
Thug poet flows for your block hip hop
Thug poet

Thug poet
Aiyyo everybody know 50 aint know how to act
I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats

Yall got fat while we starved its my turn
**** I done felt how a slug burned I still wont learn
****** in the hood a tell ya 50 crazy
I had your moms screamin' they done shot my baby

Son I yap your shine I clap the nine I slap you
Im that one of them ****** you wanna **** with
I spit the **** that make ya keep listenin
Keep my wrists glistenin
I left ****** alone and they still think Im dissin em
Im on some new **** s type baby blue ****
****** talk behind my back but dont do ****
I aint looking for love duke Im looking for respect
I leave you with options like die or hit the deck
Im a thug poet you know what I came for the dough
Clap clap yall ****** get the **** on the floor floor

Thug poet