Who can it be
They watched by me
If the flow complex
I'll see who's next
So many styles
Flavours for all to see
I prefer clear delivery
Underground vocabulary
A nice mellow beat
For driving down the street
To the autotuned and mumblers
I thoroughly object
The past poet professors
Placed on a pedestal no longer for all to see
Some newer rappers have the audacity
To disrespect the greats
21 Savage
I haven't heard one hit
But he questions Nas's relevance
He should just quit
No intelligence
Nobody wants to hear deep lyrics anymore
They just want to shake their ass like a whore
Take me back to the early 2000's
And the times before
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: November 19th, 2022 01:51
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Comments1
In rap the lyrics and the beat are a married couple in their prime. Anything other is just a crime.
Haha nice rhyme yourself.
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