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Felipe Luciano

Felipe Luciano (born c. 1947 in East Harlem, New York City, New York,) is an American poet, community activist, journalist, media personality, and politician. He is of Afro-Puerto Rican heritage. His most famous poem is titled Jíbaro, My Pretty N***** (asterisks for internet appropriateness), and is considered an eloquent discussion of the experience of Afro-Puerto Rican identity. Luciano served time in prison for manslaughter in the fatal stabbing of a Brooklyn teenager in the early 1960s. Following his release, he attended Queens College and became a member of the Original Last Poets (with Gylan Kain and David Nelson).He and five other members co-founded a New York branch of the Young Lords (later this group changed its name to Young Lords Party). Their loc… more »

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These n*ggas actors so we shooting shit like b roll
Fronted n*ggas bricks in my hood I’m a hero
Started out with zero
Word to my n*gga cleco
I pull up with the bricks and I had em for the leelow
Pussy n*ggas don’t know cause it’s above they payroll
I control shit these n*ggas moving if I say so
Kill that n*gga case closed I want his whole face gone
Chop his whole hood up I needa Yellow tape zone
Kept it real with pussy n*ggas and got faked on
Put plenty n*ggas on they feet soon as they came home
To Keep it real I wanna see the whole gang on
But you can’t show these n*ggas love cause they was raised wrong
Was showing love to flame he lied and said he robbed me
Trusted him with the work pussy ran off with that molly
I got Hittas in the lobby
But I wanna catch that body
Wet his mama crib up told that n*gga come and find me
Cause If I catch em first I swear It’s gon be a homi
Bullets flying
N*ggas dying bitches running ducking hiding
Me and trill out here sliding
Free my n*gga he stayed solid
For my dawg I promise I’ll get busy with that iron

What’s up, f*ck n*gga what’s up 
Pussy n*gga what’s up, f*ck n*gga what’s up what’s up 
F*ck n*gga It’s up, pussy n*gga it’s up, f*ck n*gga it’s up
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I heard these pussy n*gga talking to the feds
Kill that pussy n*gga bitch off with his head
In the trap on Carolina selling soft by the egg
Living on the West kept Assault rifle by the bed
I get hit with all this shit you can bet I’m going fed
Keep that fire on me cause I can’t spend if I’m dead
I vacuum seal the money piling boxes in the shed
One rule go hard, that’s the only way to play it

What’s up, pussy n*gga what’s up, 
F*ck n*gga what’s up, 
Pussy n*gga it’s up, it’s up

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