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 "BRINGING IT BLACK: ODE TO PE."


I'm bringing it Black.

That base in your face
how low can you go and
I'm not talking down-low,Bro.

I'm talking old revolutionary souls
who fight the power and bum rush the shows
25 years in the green, black and red
rhyming hard beats all day and night
of the living base heads.

So I'm bringing it Black

That's Pro Black on the attack
so here it is; BAM!!!
And you say GODDAMN
"This is a dope jam."

Exposing corporate sambos,pimps in pulpits
while they count statistics on "DEATHROW....
WHAT BROTHA KNOW."

Lurking behind shadows to smash
slave minds into pieces..
while the white establishment
want to "CRUCIFY ME LIKE JESUS!"

So I'm bringing it Black.

With steel...in the hour of chaos
I'm just educated warrior paying the cost
with radical rebel without pause
strengthening a cause..becoming diluted
as Brothas disguised as pistol packing grandma
constitute this new black male imagery
"AND THIS WHAT I MEAN AN ANTI NIGGER MACHINE!"

So I bringing it Black

Bringing the noise
with some Flava....."YEAH BOYEEEEEEE!!!!"
He got game; with unfiltered reign
to show em what I got
louder than a bomb plot
blowing up house niggas and bigots
while rolling in my 98
"HEARING THE DRUMMER GET WICKED!!"

So I'm bringing it Black.

With love compassion and
Security of the First World.
Reaching out to my enemies
telling them hear it
but most of them fear it.

The old school feelings
for unity and healing
battling and challenging
for all that is right
and anything to contrary
"DON'T DON'T DON'T
DON'T BELIEVE THE HYPE."

So I'm bringing Black.

I'm just a militant instigator
going buckwhild like Terminator
on cross fader he rips.
Blowing up the lecture circuit
like Professor Griff..."ARE YOU
FOLLOWING ME..." to the truth?

Showing proof
I'm a hard rhymer with knowledge of self
A poetical lyrical stealth keeping
black facts on track
making you realize
IT TAKES A NATIONS OF MILLIONS TO HOLD US BACK.

Plus never giving fuck
because "YO CHUCK, MAN THEM
HONEY DIPPER WILL STILL FRONT ON US!"

Nevertheless my third eye and conscious mind
will always produce poetic revolutionary rhymes
formulating from pen in my hand.

Giving you the conclusion
that "IT'S BLACK THING, YOU GOTTA UNDERSTAND."

So I'm forever and always bringing it Black.

@ Rob's Poetry~~~






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