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Poetick Proze
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Poetry that never had to rhyme but it just DID already. This is from deep within Mike Boston's soul
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Bass Rap
Charts
Peak #1,472
Peak in subgenre #55
Author
Mike Boston
Rights
2006 Mic Boston Records
Uploaded
August 20, 2006
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:31
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Poetry that never had to rhyme but it just DID already. This is from deep within Mike Boston's soul
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Poetick Proze Written & Produced by Mike Boston [VERSE 1] The encumbrance of treason during summer season When the team’s at it’s best far as scrilla’s concerned Greedy for greazin’ for way too many dumb reasons Teammate left for dead but it’s money earned Moonlight fill the black like social sperm Daywalker, ever seen the sunshine at night?... Easy on the sentence man he was drunk slurrin’ Said, It hurt less when he look into the guiding light. Ugly as sin din-din pluckin’ his brother’s hen Steppin’ on the camel toe for two humps perhaps Gettin’ his chicken then get out ‘fore he git in Or get ten retroactively pumped in his naps Like it’s truth is in the evil that you find at night Got your tail in a trap tryna get tha cheese Three for the striped blindfolds over eyes of mice I don’t usually like to go here, but n*** please... Special torture, colder than a dog’s nose Graveyard art gallery from strip to strip. Called hisself pullin out as he bust blows Lady caught it in the womb with child in her hips [BREAK] [VERSE 2] At the crack of the wood slammin downtown New world order in the court sustain ya slavery His ONLY love sprung from his ONLY hate WOW That’s the way we mix the fall of man with false bravery (Yeah) You use to love to braise me with your shiny spite The way you dumpin’ on the bible it gets under my skin Could you tell, by the way, that my mind ain’t right? We coulda voided this but now let the games begin. You like a virus on a hard drive full of lies Hey, babble on ‘til Babylon as you wish Tighter than a bull’s behind around fly time Now it’s on when you gave you should taught to fish. You bet it’s me & if it wasn’t then you better had checked for me CHECK PLEASE! Puppuh, at ease. Still strugglin’ to be born again. Boiled in the blood of Messiah. Imagine what it’s like in the fire. An indictment of your own ignance, In which you cannot face cuz you indignant. I see the resemblance. [BREAK] [VERSE 3] At the sandy shore high-tide purple dusk As the skyline dissolves into the hot bean pot & the salt of His glory been pinched enough Many will witness the call but will not be bought I’m halfway out the window like Jackie Gleason Juan-In-A-Milleon yet the same as y’all I be chillin wit my chilren Goyae’d up eatin’ When the filth of guilt come I try to play it off. Dirty needles washin’ up in their idle chatter Be da fine line contestin’ my freedom of prison Being Saved not surrendered I minded matters Till they festered to the point where I needed Izm. Shall the lion dine while lying with the lamb Don’t speak when you can nod they got bugs at us No longer BDP versus Mc Shan And the past is but a whisper among the fuss. Even I can’t express the barbarity. Comin’ short of the true nature men cherish. In a word, I’d give up my popularity. Like the Christ gave His life so we wouldn’t perish. © 2006 Mic Boston Records. All rights reserved.
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