rap freestyle battleA Poem by José HumildeAn example of some of my rhymes. Don't mean to sound sacrilegious...that's just how it wound up being. Sorry.
Don't let the name fool ya; I'm far from humble.
I got intoxicating style that'll make you stumble. All of your rhymes stink, they plug the noses. I'm the lyrical prophet, you can call me Moses. I can also bring plagues and part the seas. No need for handshakes, you can greet me on your knees. Intricate rhymes are how I do my speakin' I got flows deeper than British Petroleum leakin'People tend to call me by my nickname, Babe Ruthless. My style got that KO punch; I'll leave your mouth toothless. If you didn't know by now, I keeps it lyrical. Baby Jesus called, said I'm the new miracle. I raise the dead and turn the water into wine. One flick of my wrist, I'll turn your girl into mine. I know I talk a big game, but I back it up. Your reign on the top is over, boy, pack it up.No matter time, day, or place, I'm willing battle. You can bring your lame a*s, I'll bring the paddle. If you see me walking on the street, be sure to run away. Although these rhymes are funny, I joke but I don't play!© 2010 José HumildeAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on May 22, 2010 Last Updated on June 12, 2010 Previous Versions AuthorJosé HumildePocatello, IDAboutI'm a simple man with a complex mind. I was born and raised in southeastern Idaho, and wouldn't change a thing. I'm a young 21-year-old Chicano who has a deep understanding for his culture. I'm.. more.. |

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