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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Poem: The Champ Is Here 4!!! (Ali of Poetry)

“The Champ is Here 4!!! (Ali of Poetry)”

Listen here
Ear to the paper listen clear
The Champ (The champ is here)
My lines before were chump
And still they thumped
Harder than most....here
They thought I was dumb but I was smarter than most...here
Make em swallow assumptions with my quotes
Don’t judge a book by its cover, if you never see it close
This is a “Shell” spirit inside
And that in the pages I never hide
So you can call it pride when I feel inside....I’m....
Not lying....umm....Champion
But you can doubt me
These lines...tell me....I’m no Muhammad but Ali
Pen with no gloves
I bury punch lines deep....to the bare knuckles
This is my passion...and every time I write
My soul roars these words.... I feel the rumble of
Rumble....Ol man Rumble..... Boyyyy
I’ll will
Be...The Greatest

Someday....
Bet that
And never forget that...
(I said that)
Even quote me
Spirit like see (Told you trust in me)
He....Is the first champion....Likes to write like me
And likes to prove to be
The greatest
He can use this shell
I’m blessed to have lines hot as hell
Mine as well
Be deep...
He’s the deepest
I hope these lines are sinkin.....Like I’m flooded your mind with lines
Like I put a broken sink in
And I hope these lines ain’t sinkin’
Some people stuck with that stinkin’ thinkin’
To doubt I can’t be...everything he see in me

(And that’s a champion)
I’m the champion

Thursday, April 7, 2011

ill FlowMania (The Cyper): featuring The Poetic Genius

ill FlowMania (The Cypher):

What's up Poets and Poettes, welcome once again to The Lab of yours truly. It's always pens popped and ink spilled over here and this blog posting is no different. I wanna see who got flow, I wanna see who can spit, make brains split with the metaphors. I wanna see the best of the best step up and drop ill free styles. Think you can flow? step in and lets get it poppin. Depending on how many show up determines how many times you can spit, for now lets just keep it at 16 lines. Let's get it!

Friday, October 15, 2010

Poem: The Champ 3 by The Poetic Genius

“The Champ 3”

The champ is here
You can hear him shout loud and clear
It strikes fear
They announce that “He’s Back!”
But he never disappeared
Knock him down 8 times, gets up nine
Always up before 1 after nine
Puts his dukes up, not a nine
Fights with his mind
Wins every time
The time…they don’t use theirs
He’ll split your hairs with fist speeds
Miss and still burn skin off cheeks
Stompin to his “goal” in his cleats
I’m he
I flow oceans, connect rivers to seas
Cause as I walk the water, know I see
“He”
Leading me…no fear
I got mo’ flow in a tear
Than I’ve revealed….
(“That’s crazy….you can’t be for real”)
Dude you need a “chill” pill
Keep still…you can hear the poetry around me
The angels around me…carry pens
I’m usually quiet cause poetry enters my mind at its whim
(Turn it up!)
This flow you can’t swim
He’s at the root of all good, poetry, I’m just a stem
They could take piece of my stem
And create a Poetic Genius again
That’s why I’m scared to have a “Seed”
He or she could grow up and be better than me
Damn if I ain’t great…I was put here to drop lines
Let you see my thoughts like I dropped my mind
Never lose it
This ego trip could cause me to “Stunt” too hard….bruise it
Cause I hear the music…It’s goin on
Track skips like Ch-Ch-Ch Cham-pion
No T-pain…but “Auto Tune” in
The Poetic  Genius…hands up
“All I Do Is Win”

Poem: The Champ 2 by The Poetic Genius

“The Champ 2”

The champ is here
You know me
Kobe
Of verse
I thirst for another ring
Step into the ring
I’m Ali
“Float like a butterfly” but I sting
The best is me, myself and I
No Irene
Read my lines with your mind’s eye
And your Eileen
Eye lean
I mean
Different spellin’
They’ll be stories of my greatness in different tellings
Different tongues
But all mean #1
Ichiban, EL Primero
Or whatever
I fit Poet to every letter
P-    O-    E-    T
A      V     X      A
S       E     C       L
S       R     E       E
I                L       N
O              L       T
N              E
                 N
                 T
I’m balanced
Right
But no diet
Word overeater
I burp smoke
I spit Ether
My flow never cold
Like it sleeps in the Sun
Espanol, Numero uno
English it’s number 1
I’m no Saint, but have a Super Bowl of Victory Soup after
Somebody tell Sho Nuff, sho nuff I’m the master
Challenge my flow you’ll see the bottom of the dam
It’s the King of The Free Verse but you can call me “The Champ”
(The Champ is here)

Poem: The Champ by The Poetic Genius

“The Champ”

Words are feelin’ used
Used up
And tired of poets bein’ sick “They threw up”
Hands ready to quit
But no…
The champion is equipped
With words formin’ in my mind
To my lips
Calling my pen into my grip
I’m ready…
Ready with my pen and notebook set to defend
The papers my ring I step in
Always win
I never lose
I’m married to poetry, she’s forever my muse
So we’re one, like we’re fused
I’m amused
At Writer’s Block, those are just ends to a round
Never down
For ten
I can split one mind in ten
Sections
Listen as I reflect them
1. Wisdom, 2. Wit, 3. Art, 4. Creativity
5. Passion, 6. Purpose
7. Drive and 8. Dedication
9. Inspiration and 10. Motivation
I’m so motivated
My destiny’s waitin’
So no patience
I’m amped
With all my words except “Can’t”
So…define me in two words
“The Champ”
(The Champ is here)