Team of Three's = [ F R E E S T Y L E ]

I speak truth.. Poetry is the brother to [ hip.hop ]
the insane cousin to Today's [ RAP]..
but none of these affiliate can match to my equivalent..
so down play it.. But now [RAP] has gave birth
to something ignorance [ Auto tune] see I speak
testimony & the subject is Truth.. see sometimes
when I think of [ Rap] I think of dancing with stars..
Cuz every thug out here trying dance &
sell nickel bags until they flop.. Because [ R.A.P]
have me mixed with a Man that repeat his self...
better yet it have me thinking that I heard this
before & then swear that they telling the truth
in every hood rhyme, but yet they trying to
make a movement so they can create dance anthem..
so fuck it I'm going to ripped it until every rapper is
V A N I SH.

Who is with me to spit relentless?


commercial after commercial
nobody remembers the show
due to all of these commercials...

the origin of my brother is my mother
hip hop and poetry coincide
like lyrics over rhythm
dancing along these commercial lines of falacies
being bridged by ass adlibs
and unmastered techniques
ill minded lyricist remain upstaged
by common popular ignorance
overran by demand of those
who prolly wouldn't know hip hop
if draped in Adidas and dookie chains
or created ill stories
from scratch off the top of the brain
rev run popped her cherry
common fell in love with her
cube fucked her raw
but the fads ran trains
and left her for dead
like she was mic with a blown fuse
doesn't anybody remember
when she used to be a muse
so before the next commercial airs
lets take our 30 sec or less stand
and lyrically devour the next
who thought rap...wasn't a slut
that bit the hell outta hip hop...




L. Lorelle- To be or not to be, answer that question for me. .
Breakin it down. . In simple mental history will also allow you to see. .
That writing for started then changed its name to poetry. .
Then branched to drama. . From drama to music. .
All these messages are being sent intellectually. .
Love me, never reject me. Like my father, I respect me. .
Writing and breakin down subjects because i just want
you to see its real. . Something you can feel as more ink
begins to spill. . If i could love you then i would, love you
down love you good, because last time i said i was in love. . .
I was just. . . misunderstood. . Can't Love a woman in her
2nd childhood. . I wouldn't do it if i could. . That'll just make
it worse. . I'll continuously be up to no good. .
Today's music on my block. . I.ma just dumb it down. .
Coloreds actin crazy with magazines and drugs. .
My block is upside down. . I mean i met hip hop
I think i was four years old Not a pretty site really. .
She was dissolving- in her soul. Yesyesyall