UrBan Buffet

PoetRhapsodies

Unveiled!





















DONT GET IT TWISTED THOUGH I CAN STILL SPIT VENOM!!

~   n . o . ' s   f i n e s t ~

 N e w   A w l i n s   g r i m i e s t  
 e v e n   o u r   f i n e s t/ 

c o m m i t   b r u t a l   h o m o c i d e s /   
b r o a d   d a y l i g h t   s i d e  
 w a l k   b u l l e t   b a r r a g e /    
t h e n   c e l e b r a t e   h i t s   o v e r   p o l i c e   r a d i o s /  
 r a i d s   f a   d o p e /  a s k   k i m   g r o o v e s /  
 h e r   b o d y   w a s   p r o t e c t e d   a n d   s e r v e d   w i t   p i s t o l   h o l e s /  
 p r e a c h e r s   i n   r o b e s /  -N- t e a r   

f i l l e d   e u l o g i e s /  
 c h u r c h   o r g a n s   c r y -   g h e t t o   w a r   t h e m e s /  
 f a k e   s c r e a m s/ - - - l i k e   t h e y   r e a l l y   m e a n   t h a t   s h i t /  
 w h e r e   w a s   t h e m   h e a t h e n s   

w h e n   t h e   h e a t e r s  
 w o u l d   s p i t /
 e v e n   p i s s e d   a t   t h e   c o r p s e - 

t h o u g h   h e   t a k i n   h i s   l i c k /  
 l i k e   t h e   s o l d i e r   s o u t h e r n   t h u g   

t h a t   h e   w a s /  
 w e   g r e e t   a n d   s l a m   c h e s t   

l i k e   m u r d e r o u s   h u g s /  
 n o   y o u   h e a r d   o f   u s /  
W e   c o m e   t h r e w  l i k e   a   h e r d   o f   s l u g s /



REMEMBER THIS OLD CLASSIC ?
 
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ropes hang / fit like neck rings
champagne vows.. cake - candles and bloodstains/
bozooka size bullets and barrols reign supreme
sparadic automatic pumps and sub machines/
imma multi-missle spittin ghetto thug marine/
thin red streams/ ah navigate your chest seams/
metal havoc melt through your torso clandestine
im speaking infrared/heated metal rage from Ak"s
wippin yo head/smokin yo casket/point .45 rachett
twisin out yo head gasket/
C.O.D. to ya moms in a closed Basket
shaped lika melon or something/smelling disgustin
moms wanna investigate…seems reluctant..she cus some(Fuck)
Then finally bust one/…Side of the basket open/
There’s her son Craazy jimmy like George on a nickel token/
Stiff and grey with his steeple flipped open/
Street vowz spoken/cowards choking/
Blood filled ditches and Domes steady coastin/
Catch one/I just roasted me one

Ghetto Aladdin/Minus the Lamp
Do live in that Bottle tho my Nigga/
And I’ll Minus yo Camp/
Bring on yo Strongest/and my weakest Dog
Ah dine on yo champ..Tramp..I’ll leave you Damp
On your doorstep Drooling like Gramps/
Fucking with me B well G  YA Fuckin with pedigree/
I’m Ducking LOVE and PEACE
Lets let the HEATED SLUGS REFEREE