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Thursday, March 26, 2009

DLUX THE HATER

DLUX THE HATER

AWW SHIT!
Its Dlux, dumb fuck always trying to lift somebody up
only weigh a buck ten with his weak ass.
This ain't leadership class. I ain't gonna fall back and trust the catch.
I don't lack faith, I just need to know. Go somewhere with your sutto locked hair.
Oh don't call them dreads, that's derogatory. Where did you hear that story?
At Fancy Fisk University with your little music degree a.k.a.
you're gonna be broke just like me. Working customer service, I'll probably be your boss.
But you don't do it for the props. Oh you do it for the love, but no one loves you.
They just use you for free studio time. You ain't the light, Shine you don't
Bulb must be blown like me after meeting your girl the first time.
Are you gonna wine? Oh some tweaker broke into your SUV,
stole my camcorder, poetry, and I-P-O-D.
Why you gotta spell everything?
This ain't hooked on phonics, with your infomercial ass, trying to sell your weak shit.
Stop making me repeat shit, I take a dump once a day.
Stop freestyling, it was jailed for indecent exposure.
You're as deep as a jeep's beep beep and
with that head wrap your lookin' kinda sweet.
You say the same thing, same poems, every week.
Such a shame throwing rock at you cause your lame.
Ahh Te-le-vision, the greatest distraction from you.
Wish I (click) could (click) turn (click) you (click) off.
The first sample was free and now you owe me.
You're so tight, (fingers crossed)
You think you're clever, heavier than Thor's hammer, you sound bama. Annunciate, mufuka. For the sake of human race stop raking our ears over hot coals,
pouring your soul is like pouring acid burning a hole in my skull.
Your points are dull. Your concepts are a bore.
I'm getting the bubble guts, DLUX. The worst poet ever!
Oh you produce too. Of course!
You have no remorse for what you've done to spoken word,
let's spread your feces on the music industry.
Your beats are as broke…,
Your beats are corn…,
Ok I can't front your beat are no joke.
So stick to the beats, grab a seat
and leave the flows to the professionals, no disrespect.


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