See I have a way with words, I have way with
verbs.. But I'm a artist that make plenty of
noises amongst you tube, but I'm not a rapper..
I'm a truth written spokesperson, because If that's
the case I rather sit up all night watching commercials..
With the more details listed in small print way at the
bottom them translating [ DO NOT' TRY THIS AT STUNT @ HOME]
with only 5 seconds to view because they only give
you 30 seconds throughout the whole commercial..
but can give all four minutes of a high definition of
a video hoe with them degrading their selves.. next
time you see them you will see them on stripper pole,
gracing the streets with The thinnest lingerie you can
find prostituting all there pride away, and then next
their gracing the role plays of a Porn star.. But then
they want me to [ SWAG SURF].. They want me on the
remix of The GS Boyz doing the [ STANKING LEG].. Then
they want me as soon as I get up to turn [ MY SWAG ON]..
Hip.hop fall in the same category as all these home shopping
next work, because the videos only sales the material & trends
never the reality of life.. [ BEHIND CURTAINS] In real life you
don't see the renting car's, Behind curtains you don't see
the fake money or the money they be borrowing through the
videos, and you don't see the foreclosure housing that they
agents being renting out.. [ LIVE] They don't even sound or
look the same from when you see them on television.. Role
back sounds, concerts they have the back up D.J's any the
mini atmosphere shadow rapper... An you always find yourself
asking yourself WHO IN THE HELL IS THAT OTHER NIGGA? sold
out concerts for fault advertisement but never would y'all wait
in line to see a poet speak, never would y'all see there & shake
y'all asses to truth.. Yet, Gucci Mane can rap to a Sesame Street
Tune.. but as soon as a someone speak about he on terms of being
Gay and then your favorite after the saying will be [ NO HOMO] critique
the truth, and pretend that you have sense because Hip.Hop today
is to commercial to even be recognize today. I am Poetry. Jones
verbs.. But I'm a artist that make plenty of
noises amongst you tube, but I'm not a rapper..
I'm a truth written spokesperson, because If that's
the case I rather sit up all night watching commercials..
With the more details listed in small print way at the
bottom them translating [ DO NOT' TRY THIS AT STUNT @ HOME]
with only 5 seconds to view because they only give
you 30 seconds throughout the whole commercial..
but can give all four minutes of a high definition of
a video hoe with them degrading their selves.. next
time you see them you will see them on stripper pole,
gracing the streets with The thinnest lingerie you can
find prostituting all there pride away, and then next
their gracing the role plays of a Porn star.. But then
they want me to [ SWAG SURF].. They want me on the
remix of The GS Boyz doing the [ STANKING LEG].. Then
they want me as soon as I get up to turn [ MY SWAG ON]..
Hip.hop fall in the same category as all these home shopping
next work, because the videos only sales the material & trends
never the reality of life.. [ BEHIND CURTAINS] In real life you
don't see the renting car's, Behind curtains you don't see
the fake money or the money they be borrowing through the
videos, and you don't see the foreclosure housing that they
agents being renting out.. [ LIVE] They don't even sound or
look the same from when you see them on television.. Role
back sounds, concerts they have the back up D.J's any the
mini atmosphere shadow rapper... An you always find yourself
asking yourself WHO IN THE HELL IS THAT OTHER NIGGA? sold
out concerts for fault advertisement but never would y'all wait
in line to see a poet speak, never would y'all see there & shake
y'all asses to truth.. Yet, Gucci Mane can rap to a Sesame Street
Tune.. but as soon as a someone speak about he on terms of being
Gay and then your favorite after the saying will be [ NO HOMO] critique
the truth, and pretend that you have sense because Hip.Hop today
is to commercial to even be recognize today. I am Poetry. Jones
Written By: Poetry.Jones
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