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brown and you know it

Police will lock you up if you black and you know it
You're posted on the corner like one of the last poets
And I'm serving rap

Nocturnal Supremacy

Cradle of Filth

Beauty in Darkness

1997

Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice
A poet's serenade
Her name a whisper 'pon my lips
And lo, Rorasa came

Fear me not my grieving King
Funereal in

Bring to life all these hopeless romantical
Poets to show that 
It won't be so long until 
Gold we were promised 
Is broken before us now 

Crown me with

I've been a puppet pauper poet and a pirate and a king (I been)
I've been up and down over out, and I know one thing (I know)
Shoulder troubles that

Dumpty, helping avoid disaster
'Cause all the king's men couldn't find the answer

Keeping lines going as long as I wanna I'm undeterred by the presence

starting everyday
They can't take that away from me, he call me by name you see
He call me chosen, a poet, I'm shining like a star I show
Oh I got

Moments passed by, phases in my life
I don't wanna miss out, can you help me get this right?
I need to slow down, slow down

A Broken Poet, finding hope in

a blender
I cut through the soul not leaving a splinter
Your heart is a bone, de-shell the marrow
I'm tilling the soil of soul
I till it by hand, but I may

thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must

On the Bugged Tip

Big Daddy Kane

Long Live the Kane

1988

was a game, I'd be MVP
Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-C
And if rap was a school, I'd be the principal
Aw fuck it, the Kane is invincible
To be

Hi, I’m Benjamin
Your daily dose of vitamins
Your daily dose of Vicodin
A shot of methamphetamine
A hot beat is in, my throat’s still dry but then
I

Now he sitting in shock
My flow just knocked off his socks
Got his toes curling tight
I got him losing this fight

She grab her King by his hands
Now

Uh
I'm feeling heavy hearted
Weighing me down
A King in my city
I'm wearing the crown
Bitch you ain't tearing me down
I'm feeling heavy hearted
It's

soaked
Tears of disappointment
Waiting on this appointment is ridic
Scratch out the insecurity keep the kingship
My vocal cords are the sales on this king

a poet, teacher, student
Usin' music to release myself from ruin
What I mean is prudent, you see, I
Am my own Judas
And I
Threw my head into music
To keep

problem is that she does not come by a lot
Think I'm a liar because every guy has lied a lot
Shit, I'm just tryna get a title shot
There's this girl I kinda

to the King
He's no flash in the pan
He's always on the scene
When there's a job to be done
There's balls by Picasso and L.O.A.Q.I.C
And it's oh so droll with

The Rhythm

Kwamé

Kwamé the Boy Genius: Featuring a New Beginning

1989

name ain't Martin Luther
But I'm considered the king
yo, my beats pumped by the mic I clamp
I don't need an amplifier
my brain is the amp
I got the beats

the price of a pearl
The world is my oyster and I am starving
I want much more than a penny or a farthing
I told no joke, I hope you're not laughing
Poet

than that as matter of fact 
Me trying to rap is what whites expect from a black 
But to hip-hop I'm a old head plus a false poet 
Can't be myself I'm

soul is my key,
Mind on my business, heart on my feeling,
Im hurt but im strong, a king but im kneeling,
This life got me reeling in all of my fight,
No

Written By: King Titus Robinson
She got a vibe and she know it Sent a message, I write like a poet She from Texas, a stallion, she chosen Yo clexis

brine
Let the sand slide down your hand that's a nice sign
Time to a man is a ride he must abide by

Cant get a look in it seems you mistook him
What you

leave me here tonight
Don't just leave me- (Cut that corny shit off!)
I'm bouta flow like a poet in a boat
Who's been mislead and provoked by the title